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forever-rogue · 1 year

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Hi bb 💕 the premiere of TLOU was so damn good and I’m so excited for the rest of the season! If you’re still writing for Joel and taking requests could we maybe have some domestic fluff with pre-outbreak Joel? Hopefully that’s enough to go off of! ☺️☺️💗

AN | I couldn’t help myself, dinner is served, bone app the teeth. It’s just fluff with a lil foreshadowing! Enjoy ❤️

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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It was an early fall day that found you walking over to the Adler’s house and knocking on the door only to be greeted excitedly by Mercy’s barking. As soon as the door was open, the fluffy dog pushed his way past the screen door and over to you, weaving around your legs, tail wagging wildly as you reached down to pet him.

“Sorry about him, sweetheart,” Mrs. Adler looked at the dog with a raised eyebrow, “he just loves people, but you know that by now.”

“Good thing I love him too. Huh buddy, you’re such a good boy,” you bent down and scratched his ears before kissing his snout, “is Sarah here? I just got to their house and wanted to see if she wanted to come home and help me with some baking.”

“She is,” the screen door opened and you stepped inside, immediately overwhelmed by the smell of cooking and that odor that older homes often had. You spotted the young girl at the kitchen table, but as soon as she heard you, she turned around with a huge smile, “do you girls want to stay for dinner?”

“No,” you and Sarah chorused before looking at each other sheepishly. You gave her a wink before clearing your throat.

“Thank you for the offer,” you smiled sweetly, “Joel’s going to be home soon and we’d promised him some cookies so…we’d better get to baking!”

“Of course,” she seemed unphased by your lame excuse, which to be fair wasn’t a total lie, “well, you know you’re both welcome any time. And Joel.”

“Thank you,” you grabbed Sarah’s backpack as soon as it was packed up and herded the young girl towards the door, “have a good evening.”

As soon as the two of you were outside, after having given Mercy a few more pets, you exchanged a look before both breaking into a fit of giggles.

“You came just in time,” Sarah sighed dramatically, “she was just about to start knitting and insisted on showing me how to knit today.”

“I knew I was getting some distressed vibes for a reason,” you gently nudged her side with your elbow, “don’t worry kiddo, I’ll always be there to save you. Especially from old ladies and their knitting. I can’t imagine a worse fate.”

“Seriously,” she unlocked the door and the two of you stepped into the Millers’ quiet house. You liked it here, it felt so homey and lived in, filled with lots of laughs and love. You cringed when you realized how cheesy that sounded, even in your head, but it was true. In the almost two years you’d been with Joel, it had all but become your home too, “did you mean it when you said we’re doing some baking?”

“Sarah, my sweet Sarah,” you kicked off your shoes as you made your way into the kitchen, laughing internally at the half consumed glass of orange juice and cup of coffee from this morning. They had been running late…again. How very on brand for both of them, “would I ever lie to you?”

“You haven’t yet,” she grinned as you nodded.

“And I expected you to always be truthful with me,” you put the dirty dishes into the sink, “did you get all your homework finished?”

“Yup,” she grinned, “finished it with enough time to even sell some hardcore drugs.”

“I’m impressed,” you snorted in amusement, “you managed to get to Mrs. Adler’s, do your homework, sell some drugs, and make it back before anyone noticed you were gone. That is some skill.”

“Totally,” she laughed as you high fived each other. Truth be told, she’d hadn’t been sure about you when Joel first introduced the two of you. And you couldn’t blame her; she was fiercely protective over her father. It had been just the two of them for basically her entire life - her mother, Joel’s wife, had left the two of them when she was only a few months old. She didn’t even remember her own mother. And the idea that a stranger was going to come and change everything? It was terrifying.

But you never pushed or forced yourself into her business, and let her warm up to you. You wondered at first if it had anything to do with the fact that you were a bit younger than Joel, but quickly learned it was all just because she loved him so much. And he loved her just as much and then some. But over time, she’d come to love you too and you loved her.

These days it was Sarah pushing Joel to just finally have you officially move in. Again, that one was on Joel. You weren’t going to push him either. This was just as new for him; you were the only person he’d dated since his wife. But you loved the Millers and you knew that your future held both of them in it. That was all that mattered.

“How about some chocolate chip cookies?” you suggested and her face eagerly lit up as she nodded, “okay but, tell me how much your dad would hate it, if we tried to make pumpkin chocolate chip cookies.”

“He’d love them, but he’d never admit it,” she said and you knew she was right, “how about we make both?”

“A grand plan,” you smiled, “throw on a record and let’s get started. Maybe we can have everything ready before he’s home.”

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“Something smells good,” neither of you had heard Joel come in, but when you turned around you found him leaning against the doorway, a lazy smile on his face. You shook your head in amusement as Sarah ran over to him and hugged, “hey baby girl.”

“You’re home early for once,” she grinned at him, and he playfully rolled his eyes, “that’s what you should be doing, as a man of such advanced age.”

“Thirty-five isn’t advanced, it’s-”

“Ancient,” you finished for him, smiling sweetly as he jokingly flipped you off, “we only tease out of love.”

“Some kind of love,” he huffed, affectionately touching Sarah’s cheek, “go on and set the dining table, okay?”

“Sure,” she smirked, looking between the two of you with a knowing little smile, “you just want to make out. I’m not a child, I know these things!”

“Table,” he groaned, taking her by the shoulders and gently ushered her out of the kitchen. She ran off, giggling under her breath, “and you are a kid!”

“Whatever!”

He turned his attention onto where you were leaning against the counter, setting his arms on either side of your body, affectionately trapping you in his grasp, “the two of you are always ganging up on me. Shoulda known you were going to be trouble.”

“Good trouble?” you reached up and put your hand on his face, swiping your thumb over the apple of his cheek. Joel always was a little rough around the edges, but you loved that about him. You loved how underneath that exterior, he had a kind, gentle heart.

“The best,” he took your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. Despite his best efforts, you could still see the faintest blush in his cheeks, “just so you know, I want to make out, but I don’t want to give her the satisfaction. We’re saving this for later.”

“Aye aye,” you mock saluted him and he snorted in amusement, “we made cookies. And your favorite for dinner, so I’ll be expecting a lot of thanks later.”

“Baby,” he closed his eyes and groaned softly, “you’re killing me.”

“And you’re letting dinner burn in the oven, so move it,” you put your hands on his hips and shuffled him to the side. You felt him watching your every move closely, “stop staring at my ass and help me, please.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, but it was nothing but fondness…and it didn’t stop him from teasingly slapping your ass as you made a sound of surprise, “now I’ll help.”

“You are the worst, Joel Miller.”

What you really meant was I love you with every fiber of my being, Joel Miller.

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“Are you even paying attention to the movie?” you looked up at Joel, and nodded sleepily, pulling yourself off him as if to prove a point. You’d been lying on his chest, his arm around you for the last hour as you tried to focus on whatever silly movie he’d put on, “mhmm.”

“Shh,” you waved him off, “it’s not my fault you have terrible taste in movies.”

“This is a piece of cinema,” he joked, just as someone else on screen was getting their head chopped off, “niche cinema.”

“Sure Joel,” you yawned softly, “it’s getting late. I should-”

“Just stay baby,” he insisted and despite the fact that you knew he would, your stomach flipped happily, “I don’t want you driving late at night when you’re this tired.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist as he tugged you closer to him. You were soft and malleable and let him pull you into his lap, “but you’ve convinced me to stay.”

You leaned in to kiss him, slowly at first, suddenly feeling wide awake. Your body hummed with energy as his hands found purchase on your waist and he kissed you back with just as much eagerness. He really did make good on his makeout promise from earlier. And he kissed you until you were breathless and dizzy, grinning at him shyly.

“You’re so warm and soft,” he mused as his hand dipped under your sweater and spread his fingers along your ribs, “and beautiful.”

“Is that what you say to all the girls?” you teased softly and he let out a bark of laughter.

“Just you,’ he promised, as if you needed some sort of reassurance. You beamed as you leaned into him and peppered kisses along his jaw and down his glorious neck, “you keep this up longer and-”

“We’re not having sex on the couch,” you laughed quietly, a sound that went straight to his heart. He really loved you, he thought at that moment, “where one - Sarah could walk in on us any moment and two - we all sit on here. Bedroom, Miller.”

“Fine,” he pouted and you turned his face up towards yours as you kissed the pout away. A serious look crossed his features when you pulled away, “I’ve been thinking…”

“Uh oh. That’s never a good idea-”

“Hush,” he pressed a finger to his lips and you pressed a kiss to it, “I’ve been thinking that maybe it’s time you actually moved in. Officially.”

“Yeah?” your heart swelled and felt like it was about to burst with pure happiness. He nodded and there was a gentle hopeful look in his big brown eyes that you loved, “okay y-yeah. Yes. I’d really like that too.”

“Yeah?” This time it was his turn to ask for reassurance.

“Yeah,” you promised, cradling his handsome face in your hands. You kissed him a few more times, reverent and saccharine, before you pulled back again, “bedroom?”

“You read my mind.”

“Joel?” you paused for just a moment before either of you could move, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

“Forever?”

“Forever,” he smiled softly, “and then even longer.”

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 month

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I sincerely hope I’m sending this request correctly. I wanna ask for a pokemon request where reader has a full Unown team with the Paldea crew reaction(Arven, nemona, penny) and maybe the blueberry academy crew reaction. I love unowns they’re my funky little letter guys. Basically the reader is an Unown enthusiast who only ever has unowns and only ever used Unowns. They have all the forms but the six they use are just the ones they took with them to Paldea. They went through Paldea and became champion with a full Unown team. Same with the bb league. I just think it’d be funny to see everyone’s reactions to that. Their partner mon would be Unown O and the other five you could pick cuz Unown O is my favorite letter. And also if u could write the unowns being affectionate with the reader and vice versa. I just like seeing trainers bonding with their pokemon. Thank you and I enjoy your writing!

(Side note: Honestly if ScarVio was able to have unowns in it you’d bet your ass I’d do a full Unown run. I’ve done it for other games. Was disappointed and sad I couldn’t have any unowns in them, sword/shield too.)

I LOVE the Unowns omg. I got a plushie of V and I'm still trying to get shinies and alphas in PLA

My favorite is F because it looks like a little stick figure but I adore all of them very much <3

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General

Ever since discovering the Unown in Johto (Ruins of Alpha) and the two additional forms in Kanto (Tanoby Chambers), you found your calling as a trainer.

An Unown trainer, to be precise.

Unown O was the first one you caught, and has been your battle partner ever since!

You've become something of an enthusiast, asking researchers what they've discovered and documenting the Symbol Pokemon as you collected them.

You've caught so many that you actually encountered a shiny or two--each capture being a success.

Their existence, connection to Arceus, home dimension, and "secret power" when more than one are gathered were all fascinating to you and made you wanna learn more.

You even incorporated some of their designs into your outfit: like gloves and socks that had symbols printed on them, keychains and charms on your jewelry and/or backpack..etc.

All 28 Unown grew to love you, and the ones in your party are super affectionate when you bring them out.

Their favorite game is hide n' seek (taking after their "ancestors" from PLA) around your home, and you like to play along.

Ofc people are wary around Unown given their mysterious nature, but you vow to break that stigma by feeding them treats and letting them nuzzle up to you, showing others that they're just like any other Pokémon: companions who deserved as much love and affection as a Pikachu.

After parting ways with your friends in Kanto and Johto, you don't leave without gifting them an Unown that was the first letter in their name (for Blue you left him a Shiny Unown B...which he still brags about to this day).

You decided to move to Paldea to take your Pokémon training more seriously, attending school and showing off your Unown since they're not native to the region.

Your team consisted of O, as well as N, E, F, R, and M--referring to what all 28 are collectively called (One Form).

Despite knowing they can only use Hidden Power and nothing else (plus the drawbacks from having a psychic-only team), you defied all the odds when you took on not one but TWO championships and won.

And of course, the friends you've made during your journey all got to know the Unown personally.

Paldea

Arven

At first, he thought your Unown team had more to it...until he realized that was ALL you brought to the battlefield.

Just funky letters that only knew one move.

"Oh come on, you're never gonna win with a team like that-"

And then you go and beat him with a team like that, and it shuts him up.

But Arven just rolls his eyes to the sky, making the excuse that he's not used to battling, and moves on.

As you get closer to him, though, and help him take down the Titan Pokémon around Paldea, he warms up to your team and admits they're kinda cool.

He'll only shoo them away if he's making a sandwich, not wanting to be crowded (but tbh he can tolerate Unown O's presence more than your 'raidon's).

You presented him with picks inspired by the designs of some Unown (I, K, T, Y, and !) to hold the ingredients together, and he's thoroughly impressed by your dedication to the craft.

You joked about selling them if you ever went into the art of culinary--yet Arven tells you to seriously consider it.

After the fight with the AI Professor in Area Zero, he sees your entire team pop out of their pokeballs, clearly stressed from being locked inside due to the Paradise Protection Protocol.

You never did a battle without them and were afraid they couldn't protect you, but you reassured them you were okay, letting them stay out during the journey home.

Only then does he realize that sure, they're weird little guys that don't seem all-that powerful, but you treasure them all the same.

Nemona

While she was confused about you not using the Paldea starter the Director offered you..she's HYPED when your real team comes out to play during your first match together: One made entirely of Unown, a Pokémon not even native to Paldea.

She may have read about them in some textbook unrelated to battling and glossed over them.

But to see them in battle left her extremely impressed and asking you dozens of questions afterwards.

They could just change their type when attacking??? She read about Arceus supposedly having that power, but it's awesome that these little letters/symbols can, too!

Despite thinking you'll bore her by having no strategy except "use hidden power", Nemona NEVER wants you to feel discouraged!

She wants to battle your team every time.

As you fight your way through the Pokémon League and all the way up to the Elite Four, she's rooting for you 100%, praising your Unown for overcoming even the toughest terastalized foes.

Knowing your party members, they LOVE praise and are very friendly towards her and her own Pokémon.

If any of them have timid/lonely natures..her words give them a big confidence boost.

And it reflects in their reaction times and how often they'll heal their own status conditions or tank OH-KO hits.

She says you're helping them get stronger every day, but you give her lots of credit, too, for helping you get this far.

Penny

While dealing with Team Star, Giacomo's dark team put your Unown through a world of hurt...

Penny had been watching the battle, worried that he was going to be the reason you failed to squander the organization.

Yet by some miracle, your team came out on top!

Only then does she realize you were more than capable of taking down all the bases.

Unown P comes out to greet her while you've doing an LP exchange, and it scared her pretty badly.

Especially as it just...stares. Occasionally blinking once or twice as she tries talking to you.

Conversations are hard enough for her already, and staring doesn't help matters, so she gets ready to leave-

But then its tune changes when you pat it on the head(?) and it trills happily, snuggling up to you.

Penny had to do a double-take, wondering how it managed to look so cute..but she dismisses your concerns when you asked why she made that face.

Later, after revealing she's the leader and becoming your friend thereafter...she still gets anxious around the Unown from time-to-time, but eventually warms up to their presence.

You don't treat them any differently despite their mysterious nature.

If anything, you care for them just like anyone would a cute Eevee: by spoiling them with love, treats, and sweet words of encouragement.

Penny felt like a hypocrite for being scared of them, considering people used to be scared of Team Star--yet they aren't as evil as everyone made them out to be.

They used to be lonely and misunderstood, just like the Unown were before you found them.

BB Academy

Kieran

When you showed off your team for the first time, Kieran was stunned.. remembering the things he read about them but didn't know they could actually be caught.

All he says when you show him Unown K is "wowzers".

And the journal entries you've logged turned his eyes into stars.

You show him all the photographs of ruins and Unown blending in during your trips to the signboards, rambling about what you've seen and discovered.

He loves listening to your tales..and wishes he could see those places with you.

But what he didn't like, however, was whenever you two had a battle in which your Unown only needed one command to win. You didn't have to try at all.

Even with his team's most supereffective attacks..speed and dumb luck were on your side, crushing his confidence and making him jealous.

It doesn't help when you still decided to keep Ogerpon despite you saying you only ever used Unown.

It wasn't fair.

And ofc by Indigo Disk, Kieran wants nothing more than to destroy your team, insulting them under his breath when he thinks you can't hear him.

You just scowl and cover their nonexistent-ears while they nuzzle up to you--although deep down, you knew he didn't mean those words.

He's just pissed off that he lost sleep and his appetite over training his team, giving them the best moves and items to utilize on the battlefield..only for you to sweep the BB League with a simple command.

He managed to OH-KO one Unown with Incineroar's Darkest Lariat..and that sinister grin you saw on his face was most unnerving.

But you still claimed victory over him and he takes the loss hard.

Down in Area Zero, he's convinced that the "Hidden Treasure" Terapagos can take down your "Hidden Power" team..

But after seeing them form a shield (similar to the crystal one in the Spell of Unown movie) that protects him when the legendary goes rogue..it changed his perspective.

Only then he understood why they were so powerful.

As the Unovian Pokedex said: Alone, nothing happens..but together, Unown are strong and invoke a great power.

When the dust settles, O floats into Kieran's hands, healing the pain in his wrist caused by Terapagos breaking the masterball.

He felt so so guilty for the name-calling and his desires to hurt them. Yet they've all forgiven him.

In a way, Unown remind you of him: small and unassuming, at first glance..but full of great power that's waiting to shine.

During Mochi Mayhem, K stays by his side while he holds off the possessed townspeople and you capture Pecharunt, growing quite attached to him.

And after coming back to the academy, you decide to trade him that Unown, hoping he incorporates it into one of his teams. Be it casual or competitive.

Carmine

Back in Kitakami, she laughed at your "puny"-looking letter Pokémon, thinking them to be weak as she sics Poochyena and Polteageist on them.

While their dark/ghost moves hit the Unown hard, it's Unown O who takes them down with critical hits..and Carmine got LIVID.

She impressed you're sticking with a team that appeared in ancient texts, although that doesn't dissuade her from teasing you about them for a while.

Ngl you nerding out over Unown facts and studies you've recorded reminds her of Kieran infodumping about Ogerpon.

Your Unown just glare at her, and you gotta call them back to your side before they try attacking her outside a battle.

However as time goes on and she warms up to you, meets Ogerpon, etc..she grows to like them more, too.

Eventually she's cheering them on as they take down the Loyal Three and tank their poison attacks.

By Indigo Disk's events, she comes around to genuinely smile at their presence.

Although she had concerns Kieran's new team would be too overwhelming for them...

Yet your team of hieroglyphics won anyways.

And down in Area Zero's underdepths, they invoked a great power to shield the siblings from Terapagos' attacks, protecting the two people who once hated and mocked them with all they had.

As they both break down in tears, some Unown come out of their pokeballs to comfort them, and O stays on your shoulder as you exit the cavern together.

A few photobomb the selfie you take with the twins back at the academy (as well as Kitakami's festival), but it's alright.

Carmine will allow it because you treasured them and they DID save her and her brother's skin.

Drayton

While you did struggle during his trial (due to his "Terarium Pokemon-only" rule), the actual battle caught him by surprise when your Unown swept the floor, taking down his dragons.

How Unown F was able to withstand an Electro Shot was beyond him, but it was sturdy enough to finish the fight with a Fairy-based Hidden Power.

After winning, you both take a selfie in commemoration, with you passing F to Drayton like "can we get an F in the chat" and him humbly accepting it.

It was all in good fun, and looking back on it in your scrapbook made you laugh.

But what you didn't feel good about was him rubbing your victory in Kieran's face after you win the championship, further shattering the kid who nearly keeled over trying to make the perfect team to beat you..only for some "letters" to kick him down into the dirt.

"Wow, that's tough..now are you gonna take the F or L, ex-champ?"

He forgot this kid doesn't understand much internet lingo, but Unown F and Unown L didn't appreciate his jokes, and neither did you.

But after the events in Area Zero, you let it go, eventually deciding to trade him Unown D as your way of thanking him for helping you get close enough to knock sense back into Kieran.

Crispin

Let's face it, he's gonna be staring at your Unown like a Magikarp out of water and ask how they eat..

Or if they eat at all for that matter.

Their eyes just blink and poof, their share of the meal is already gone.

He knows they're psychic Pokémon, but still...

His favorite ones are definitely C (bc of his name) and S (for Spicy), though he's eager to see how your team fairs in battle when you clear his trial.

You warn him it might be "boring" but he acts like you insulted his cooking and begs you not to say that again.

"Every Pokémon battle gets me fired up!!!!! Don't downplay yourself!!!"

Even when your Unown easily douse his Pokémon's flames with Water-based Hidden Power (and Fire for his Exeggcutor), he still had a blast battling you, realizing those little letters are full of vigor and surprises!

He's eager to see what supereffective type they're gonna use next.

When you eventually decide to trade, you contemplate giving him an extra Unown F you had..or a C.

But you settle for the latter, and Crispin promises to feed the little guy well!

Lacey

Unown are small, simple, and make trilling noises...all checking off her criteria of "cute" Pokémon!

Although knowing they're connected to Arceus--the literal god of all 'mons--is an unnerving fact, she agrees that they're adorable and deserve to be treated as such.

She gets to learn your team's different natures, and likes how you're trying to convince people that they're not as scary as the old legends present them.

They love nuzzling up to you, resting on your shoulder and/or head, twirling around, and playing with the local Minior.

That being said..Lacey gets shocked at the punch they pack during battle, with them using Poison or Steel-based Hidden Power to take down her fairies.

It's always the most unsuspecting Pokémon who are the most powerful.

Even if you worry about the battle being boring since all you can give out is one command, she's gonna turn your pessimistic thinking around!

Unown F is her favorite since it's looks like a stick figure, but Unown L is also pretty neat..yet she wonders why Unown ? and Unown ! look tired all the time...

When you trade her a letter/symbol, she's thrilled to welcome yet another cute Pokémon onto her team!

Amarys

Considering their affiliations with ruins and Arceus, the existence of Unown have always piqued her interest.

And you so-happened to be a walking encyclopedia of anything related to the Symbol Pokémon, given the journals you've written on their mannerisms.

Amarys likes reading them over, and thinks a quiz involving the Unown Alphabet would be good to have at BB Academy.

On the other hand, after your battle to climb the League rankings, she wonders if you've ever used other Pokémon..only to find out that you never did.

All you know are Unowns.

She won't force you to change your team members, seeing as they were able to beat ALL of the league members--including Kieran.

But she suggests you had one Unown use Hidden Power on its battle partner, who could hold onto a Weakness Policy.

Yet you're adamant, saying "why would I want one Unown to hurt the other just for a temporary attack boost? :((("

Your team members are besties, your cuddle buddies..how could you do that to them???

Amarys is genuinely touched by how much you care for your Unowns, and vice versa.

Speaking of which, Unown A started hanging around her more often..and she cautiously tries to pet it, surprised by its happy trills, but otherwise acts nonchalant.

When you both decide to trade, you give her that Unown and she promises to look after it.

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mixtape-racha · 9 months

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YAYYYYYY 100 followersssss :) im so happy for youuuuu :)))))

okay, here is my request... hehe, im suchhh a sucker for hurt comfort and I loveeee fem 9th member au's. but like not smut or like fwb, just like a really juicy story y'know? I haven't been able to find any of those two categories combined tho, especially into like a longer fic, like it's always in the hundreds (I would love it if it was a little longer, no pressure tho :). literally, anything works, from some kinda mess up on stage to maybe you messing up a relationship w a member??? idk. I'm letting ur thoughts run wild here... THANK YOU AND CONGRATSSSS

(im sorry im really vague in requests lol)

YAYYYY THO IM LIKE REALLYYYY PROUD OF YOU<<<3333 LOV U BB KEEP DOING WHAT YOU DOOOO

thank you so much my lovely bae!! ilysm and i hope i did this request justice!! i kind of went off on a tangent and got carried away with the plot waaa <3

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sorry seems to be the hardest word

pairing: ot8 x fem!9th member!reader

warnings: angst, hurt comfort, reader snapping at the members, reader being physically unwell, fluff at the end

words: 2.29k

everything was going wrong today, and you truly meant every. fucking. thing.

somehow, you had managed to turn your alarm off the night before (probably because you fell asleep while on your phone, accidentally calling your mom in you sleep in the process), and none of the guys took the initiative to wake you up when they got up.

okay, sure, you couldn’t blame them entirely. you were a grown woman, and you could look after yourself. but weren’t you supposed to be a team? eight other people surrounding you, and none of them thought to check on you? especially when you were usually up and alert before they were? no, instead they were all out the door without even knocking to see if you were feeling okay. so much for being your brothers and best friends.

so god forbid, you were late this morning. you managed to turn up at the company for your vocal lessons only ten minute late, but it felt awful as you’d never been late before. you were so incredibly lucky to get the opportunity to debut with skz, especially joining the group later in their career and being the only girl. you wanted to do everything perfectly to show that you deserved to be where you were, and with the way today was shaping out you were so disappointed with yourself.

but then - it got worse. you, in your rush to leave the dorms, had forgotten your sheet music, leaving your vocal teacher to be short and snappy with you. yeah, you brought it up on your phone instead, but she was strict, and a firm believer in “good old-fashioned pen and paper over your silly little radio devices nowadays”. her attitude towards you for the remainder of your lesson affected you more than you liked to admit - excusing yourself to the bathroom to have a little cry before you headed to the studio.

for some reason, none of your schedules were properly coordinated today, leaving jisung to be the one in the studio with you - rather than chan, like usual - while you recorded your lines for the demos to be sent to the company later in the month, when you’d decide the songs for the new album you had upcoming later in the year.

jisung was always the nicest to you, especially when he could tell you were having a rough day - you were both very alike in that sense, very attentive towards each other as if you could tell what the other was feeling.

however, it seemed today that something had crawled up his ass and died. he was almost as snappy as your vocal teacher, and you were quite frankly sick of it. you kept messing up your lines; whether from the stress or the ache building in your throat (god you hoped you weren’t getting sick), you weren’t sure. but clearly, jisung wouldn’t stand for it.

“honestly, (y/n), you might as well just call it a day and come back to this with chan-hyung another day. i need to get on with other stuff.” he sighed, dismissively, as you bit back the tears fighting to escape your eyes. he wouldn’t even look at you, and your stomach was doing somersaults. was he really that mad? surely he could see how hard you were trying.

but instead of confronting him, you just grabbed your belongings and left after silently agreeing. no one answered your message on the group chat when you asked if anyone was down to get lunch together, even though you could see basically everyone had read it, so you retreated to the canteen alone before you had to go to practice with the boys.

as the ache in your throat spread to your joints, fatigue plaguing you, you trudged up to the practice room for rehearsals with the boys. you were learning a new dance - in fact, the already chosen title track for the new album, and deep down you were dreading it. it was more difficult than you had imagined, and definitely aimed more towards moves the boys could do compared to you. you loved the boys, but sometimes you felt like they forgot that men and women’s bodies worked differently.

surprisingly, you weren’t the last to arrive, squashing your fear of another thing going wrong.

but just as soon as practice began, your fear was reawakened. the ache in your joints was making the dance more difficult for you to execute, and you could feel the annoyance radiating off of minho’s body even if he wouldn’t admit it. you stumbled a few times, almost knocking into felix, who looked at you more frustrated than concerned.

“seriously, (n/n), what’s going on? it’s really not that hard. get your head in the game.”

you huffed, shaking out your limbs and telling minho to start the track again. maybe if you ignored your surroundings, ignored how you were feeling, then things would be easier. you could block out minho’s harsh criticisms - he was probably just tired. you could block out everything, knowing the boys were suffering just as much as you lately. but when the music stopped again, and everyone was talking at you, voice after voice lapping over each other you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“shut the fuck up! shut up, shut up, shut up! give me a fucking break, i’m trying my hardest!”

you honestly didn’t mean to snap, you were just so overwhelmed and couldn’t take anymore. when chan tried to put a comforting hand on your shoulder, you flung it off, all your annoyance and stress from the day building up at once.

“don’t fucking touch me. i don’t need your pity, i don’t need you to tell me that i don’t know how to do my job well enough. this is the fucking worst day of my life and you all keep making it worse!”

every fiber of your being was telling you to stop, to be reasonable, but it was like your mouth was making its own decisions. you couldn’t tell which member it was, but you were interrupting the gentle call of your name before you could even control it.

“and no, before any of you try to be funny, i’m not on my period,” you sneered, anger bubbling under your skin as you saw jisung look away sheepishly. “i’m just sick of feeling like i have to fight to prove i’m good enough, like i’m not one of you guys yet. we’re supposed to be a team, but all day i’ve been pushed to the side and treated like i don’t matter. i’m sick of it!”

you breathed heavily, grabbing your duffle bag from the side of the room and storming towards the door.

“i’m staying with yeji tonight, leave me the fuck alone.”

was all you said before leaving the boys stood in shock, confused as to why you were acting like you hated them.

regrettably, the minute you found yourself in yeji’s dorm and explained your day to her, you knew you were in the wrong. how could you let yourself treat your best friends that way? they didn’t deserve that, and you would be most understanding if they never forgave you. it was only when the throb in your head and ache in your joints became too much that you finally allowed yourself to sleep.

chan’s apology

luckily, you and the boys were granted a week off a while ago, and today marked the first day of that week. however, knowing chris he was probably still hauled up in the studio from the night before. it was around 3am (yeji shouldn’t have let you crash so early, your sleep schedule was going to be manic), so you pulled yourself together before making the decision to go visit him.

he may not even want to see you after your little outburst, but you could still try.

you stopped by the convenience store on your way to the studio, grabbing some snacks and some drinks just to be on the safe side. carefully checking the group chat, you saw that changbin was still in the studio with chan and you hoped you could get there before he left - it might be easier to kill two birds with one stone. you were just glad you bought way too much food for just two people.

you smiled politely, bowing at the security guard as he let you into the building, heart thumping in your ears as you carefully traced the steps to chan’s studio.

when you finally approached the door, you had to take a minute to prepare yourself to knock. you heard chan’s voice mumbling behind the door once you did, nervously waiting until he came and opened it.

he looked surprised to see you, frozen for a moment before quickly ushering you in and sitting you on the couch next to changbin. almost in instinct, changbin’s arm was slung around your shoulder - something he always did when you were close by, relishing in the fact he wasn’t the shortest in the group anymore.

you sheepishly held out the bag containing all the goodies you got at the convenience store to chan, a small smile on your face when he took it.

“got you some snacks.. kind of guessed you might have forgotten to eat.” your voice was quiet, ashamed. you just hoped they wouldn’t hold your outburst against you.

but when chan grinned, you knew he could never be mad at you for long.

“we were worried about you, y’know? that’s why jisung let you go early today - something seemed off and we didn’t want you to get too overwhelmed.” changbin said from next to you, the hand on your shoulder rubbing it comfortingly.

you couldn’t stop the tears from welling up behind your eyes again, but bit them back in fear they’d think you were looking for sympathy.

“i– i’m so sorry. i’ve just had an awful day, and i feel like shit, but that doesn’t excuse my actions, and i shouldn’t have snapped at you all - you couldn’t have known, and its not your fault.”

you explained why your day had been so bad to them (after some pushing from chan), and how you were feeling physically, causing changbin to look at you with great worry.

they indulged in a small cuddle session, feasting on the snacks you provided while they tried to help cheer you up. and honestly, it worked, just talking through how you were feeling, and gettin constructive feedback rather than just a shoulder to lean on was relieving.

you couldn’t apologize to them more, feeling so ashamed of your actions, but they were quick to reassure you it was okay - everyone had bad days, you were only human after all. you just needed to work on your communication a little bit.

when you finally got ready to head back to the dorm at 5am, you felt better than you had in a long time, actually.

apology numbers one and two: complete.

but when you arrived back at the dorm, head peacefully resting on changbin’s shoulder, what you weren’t expecting to walk into was what you all called a “cuddle pool” - the sofa bed pulled out, covered with pillows and blankets - and a spot waiting for you between felix and seungmin.

your eyes watered at the expectant faces of your soul-brothers, small sobs leaving your lips as your shoulders shook. god, the day had taken a toll on you - you couldn’t remember the last time you cried in front of the boys.

it was only then that minho - who you hadn’t seen standing by the door - scooped you into a hug.

“oh, angel,” he frowned, a hand pressed to your forehead. “you’re burning up. is that why you felt so bad earlier?”

words seemed to fail you, and all you could do was nod as your grip on his sweater tightened. it certainly wouldn’t be the first time you got sick from stress, but you hated being sick. you hated feeling out of control in your own body, and despised being doted on like you were unable. however, this time… you think you could let it slide. you just needed your boys close by right now.

they seemed to enjoy looking after you, and you felt you owed them that after the situation in the practice room.

minho was quick to place on you on the couch, felix and seungmin suffocating you in a bone-crushing hug. jisung handed you the tv remote, saying you could choose to watch whatever you wanted, and that everyone would be having a slumber party in the living room until you felt better.

minho and chan had gone to make you some chicken noodle soup - using felix’s mom’s recipe, which was known for being a lifesaver in your dorm. jeongin was quick to grab you your comfort plushie, taking his place on the floor by your feet - the two of you were 100% keen on physical affection, but having him close by helped.

within merely an hour, all nine of you were curled up, an animated disney movie playing, with soup and mugs of tea being passed around the room. it was nice, and it felt so good to have your boys so close and willing to help you.

you definitely took on changbin’s mention of needing to improve on communication, wanting nothing more than to improve yourself for the little family you had build around you. and yeah you were sick, and they would probably get sick too by being in such close proximity to you, but that was a problem for another day. you’d just return the favor of looking after them.

you just knew you were lucky to have them.

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cyncerity · 1 month

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Karlnapity doodles??? 🥺 The bbs <3

YES YES YES MY BOYS MY BOYSSSS

TY SQUISHY I WILL TAKE ANY AND EVERY EXCUSE TO BE ABLE TO DRAW THESE THREE THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME

ok so i kinda went crazy here cause it’s almost 2 am and i said “hey there’s an idea i’ve had for going on 3 years that i keep saying i’ll animate and never do.” so i finally did.

this is for a very very old au, it’s actually the first au on this blog and has 1 story; which is karlnapity. I won’t go into all the lore and stuff but i’ll link that story here for those of you who weren’t here in 2021, it’s how they ended up together in this au <3. Basis is Sapnap is a human, Quackity is an avian, and Karl is an Ermine hybrid borrower.

#this took so long #i’m about to go make mac and cheese at 2am and annoy my roommates #but fr i mentioned the idea behind this in a post from (i think?) 2021 and despite the fact that I POSTED IT i can never find it #but yeah genuinely i’ve wanted to make this forever #cyncerity #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #tw vore #soft vore #safe vore #vore animation #vore art #g/t vore #dsmp vore #mcyt vore #giant!sapnap #tiny!karl #giant!quackity #sizeshifter!quackity #g/t karlnapity #<- he doesn’t shift in the gif but if you scrolled down here congrats! you get lore!!#Q is a sizeshifter and was born a duck borrower hybrid but has trauma related to being small so he doesn’t ever shrink #Sapnap and Karl don’t know this #it’s impossible in this au for humans to have animal traits but neither of them know that #Schlatt (Q’s roommate) does but Q begged him not to tell his boyfriends

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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A Walk in the Park

Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader

Warnings: none....I don't think.....just a bunch of fluff.....soft loki (cause he's my bb)..🥰💚

Summary: a walk in the park brings an unexpected encounter.

A/n-inspired by a brilliant idea by @lovealltimelow! Thank you for sharing this with me!! 😁💚

You made your way through the streets of New York, the hustle and bustle making you anxious. Everyone was always in such a hurry to get nowhere making you shake your head. You walked up the steps of the brownstone, pulling your keys out you opened the door wiping your feet as you walked in. "Archie! Come here boy it's time for walkies!" You called out into the empty house hearing the unmistakable sound of paws on smooth hardwood when the ball of brown fury bounded towards you. "Archie!" You said sinking to your knees as he lept at you, licking every inch of your face he could reach "ok ok, I'm happy to see you too." You laughed standing back up.

"Where's your ball?" You asked as he ran back down the hall, returning tennis ball in mouth panting "ok, let's get going." You smiled grabbing his leash you hooked it to his collar opening the door as he bolted out. Walking down the street to the park you couldn't help laugh as Archie practically vibrated with excitement. Your apartment didn't allow pets so you were ecstatic when your friend asked if you wanted to dog walk for her. How could you possibly say no to those big chocolate brown eyes as he looked up at you. So everyday you went to the park, with his favorite tennis ball of course to run the boundless energy out of him.

His tail wagged incessantly as soon as you hit grass, every few minutes tugging his leash to hurry you along to his favorite spot "I'm coming sheesh." You laughed jogging up the trail to the small wooded area he claimed as his. You looked around as you went, the trees growing new leaves with the spring and the smell of fresh cut grass filling your lungs making your sigh in content, this was your favorite part of the city. Making your way through a small clearing you saw couples hand in hand, laying on blankets in the sun and you couldn't help frown coming up on a man down on one knee, the woman he was with squealing as he held a small box out...a stark reminder that in a city of millions you were alone.

A sharp bark from your furry companion brought you back to reality, smiling seeing you were at the treeline. You leaned down to unhook the leash, Archie bouncing up and down with excitement as he dropped the ball at your feet. "Ok boy, are you ready?" You asked grabbing the ball as he spun in circles watching you. "Ok....get it!" You yelled throwing it as hard as you could past the trees watching him bolt as fast as his little legs could carry him, returning a few minutes later ball and tongue hanging out of his mouth. "That was quick, let's try again." You said walking further in winding up you looked down seeing him watching you in anticipation as you threw it again lunging yourself forward as the small brown torpedo took off when you heard a voice up ahead.

"Oow! What the..." a deep voice sounded through the trees. Quickly making your way through to the small clearing you saw a tall man rubbing the back of his head. "Oh my God I'm so sorry! I didn't know anyone was over here." You said rushing over to him seeing he had Archie's ball in his hand when he turned around. Time seemed to freeze as your eyes met the greenest one you had ever seen, the long dark curls cascading down to his shoulders had an other world shine to them as they swayed in the wind, his jawline looked as if it was chisled from marble rivaling any Michelangelo...he was beautiful. "Excuse me...madam?" The deep voice snapping you out of your trance. Shaking your head you looked into his eyes again "may I ask what is the meaning of the assault on my person?" He snapped holding the ball in his hand out.

"Oh! Well um you see he was...and I was...and then you were..." you tried to explain, your brain short circuiting waving your hands in the air "so this beast is yours?" He asked sternly making you stop "yes.. well no he's not mine I walk him for a friend." You said quietly looking down at Archie who was now sitting at the man's feet watching his hand intently. "Why is it looking at me like that?" He asked pointing at Archie. "Huh? Oh! He wants you to throw the ball." You said slowly walking towards him "and why would I do that?" He asked looking back up at you one eyebrow raised "b...because he goes and gets it, it's like a game." You said smiling "I don't think i understand." The man said as you stepped up in front of him craning your neck realizing how tall he actually was "um...let me..." you trailed off reaching out gently grabbing the ball from his outstretched hand, your fingers touching his sending sparks through your fingers.

"Ok Archie, are you ready?" You asked seeing him jump to his feet you reached your arm back throwing it hard as he took off after it. "And what does this accomplish?" The man asked watching Archie bolt after the ball "nothing really, he just likes it." You smiled up at him seeing him furrow his eyebrows as Archie ran back towards you "im y/n by the way." You said holding your hand out watching him stare at it. Your anxiety began to rise the longer he stood still, about to pull your hand back when he slowly reached his large hand out engulphing yours "Loki." He said simply, his eyes meeting yours again. "Loki? Like...THE loki...Avenger Loki?" You asked, your voice raising a few octaves seeing the corner of his lip curl up "yes, that would be correct." He said with a small laugh.

"Oh my god...i thought you looked...oh god your an Avenger and I hit you in the head with a tennis ball!" You said loudly as embarrassment flooded through you "it is quite alright, you did not see me." He said smiling again making his face light up "i am so sorry...I..." you trailed off staring at him "as I said, no harm done but I am going to need that back." He said laughing again...God you could listen to that laugh forever "what..." you started, looking down seeing you were still holding his hand. "Aah sorry." You whispered quickly letting go. "Do you bring your little beast here often?" He asked making you laugh. "Yes, I bring Archie here everyday, how about you? I haven't seen you here before." You said leaning down picking up the ball "i...no I have not been here before." He said looking out across the clearing "I have not been able to until now." He said clearing his throat. "Oh, I'm sure being an Avenger your pretty busy." You smiled throwing the ball again. "You could say that." He said avoiding looking at you when you heard his phone beep.

You couldn't help stare from the corner of your eye as he pulled it form his pocket, his baby blue button up straining with the flexing of his arms making your face heat up "I'm afraid I must be going." He said placing it back in his pocket "oh...ok." you smiled fidgeting with your fingers seeing him hold his hand out to you "it was a pleasure meeting you." He said when you placed your hand in his, turning it he brought it to his mouth pressing his lips to the back of it, his cold breath fanning your skin giving you goosebumps "me too...I mean you...i...hehehe." you giggled nervously seeing him smile wide "until we meet again." He bowed slightly releasing your hand "and you too little beast." He said patting the top of Archie's head as he barked before turning and walking towards the treeline. "Bye Loki, be careful." You yelled louder then intended feeling your cheeks heat as he turned waving before disappearing between the trees.

You looked down at Archie releasing the breath you were holding "you just gonna sit there and let me make a fool of myself?" You laughed as be barked at you "ok, let's get you home I need to go die of embarrassment." You laughed hooking the leash to his collar. You opened the door of the brownstone when your friend came in front the kitchen "oh y/n, you back early." Val said leaning down petting Archie "yeah well, I need to go crawl in a hole." You laughed unhooking the leash "why? What happened?" She asked leaning on the doorway "oh I just met the most gorgeous man in the city and made a complete idiot of myself no big deal." You laughed "I'm sure it wasn't that bad." She laughed with you "he said it was nice meeting me and I said me too....and then this weird giggle came out of me...he probably thinks I'm a creep." You said hearing her laugh.

"well maybe you'll see him again and make up for it with your charm and wit." She said waving her hand "yeah sure...I'll see you later." You laughed opening the door. You made your way home wondering if you would ever see Loki again, the city was massive and what were the chances of running into him not once but twice. You sighed shaking your head hoping wherever he was he was safe.

You wandered up the isle quickly putting the returned books away in their designated spots, hoping to get done as soon as possible so you could go pick up Archie for your daily walk when you heard the small bell above the door. "Oh thank god." You sighed hearing your relief come in. Setting the last book on the shelf you walked towards the front desk but no one was there. "Huh...I swore..." you trailed off going behind the counter grabbing your purse and keys when you heard a familiar voice "pardon me madam, I had a question." The deep timbered voice said sending a chill down your spine.

You stood up, your eyes meeting those deep green one's again seeing him smile "well hello y/n, this is a pleasant surprise." He said leaning on the counter "h...hi...hello...loki." You stuttered hearing him laugh "do you work here?" He asked looking around at the endless shelves of books. "Yeah, it's kind of a part time thing." You smiled looking down "ah I see, as well as the little beast?" He asked making you laugh loudly, quickly covering your mouth you looked up at him "y...yes, I walk him too." You said quietly. "So you are planning to return to the park today?" He asked, his smile fading into something else "um, yes. When Susan gets here I was gonna go get him." You said. Biting your lip you mustered all the courage you had "would you...um if you want...you don't have to but..." you stuttered meeting his eyes again "yes, I would love to join you" he smiled making your cheeks heat up.

As soon as Susan arrived you grabbed your things and headed out, Loki following close behind. "You know...it's crazy." You said laughing as you walked down the sidewalk "what is?" He asked looking at you "well, I had never seen you before, well not in person anyways." You said smiling "and In the course of a week I see you twice!" You said a little too loudly hearing him laugh "well, I guess you could say I don't get out much." He said putting his hands in the pockets of his black dress pants, looking up seeing he chose a deep green button up today, sleeves rolled to his elbows your eyes traced the thick veins running along his forearms when you heard him clear his throat, your eyes shooting to his "sorry..." you whispered quickly averting your eyes.

You picked up Archie who seemed more excited to see Loki them you and made your way to the park in a comfortable silence. You were standing in the clearing throwing the ball for Archie when loki suddenly cleared his throat "may i...can I ask you something?" He asked fidgeting with his fingers "yeah sure." You smiled up at him "you seem...nervous around me..." he trailed off looking down "do i..." He started taking a deep breath "are you frightened of me?" He asked quietly, his eyes slowly meeting yours "what!? No!" You rushed out seeing him flinch "sorry, didn't mean to yell." You laughed seeing him smile "come here." You said sternly walking towards the bench, sitting down he took a seat next to you.

"No Loki, I'm not scared of you" you sighed looking down "but, the things I've done...to this city, to your people..." you cut him off holding your hand up "no, I don't want to hear it" You said turning to face him "that was then, this is now. Our past doesn't define who we are." You said watching him look down to his lap "besides, I heard what you did wasn't your choice." You said, his eyes shooting to yours "my point is, we all make mistakes, who are we to judge others for what they've done." You shrugged seeing his eyebrows furrow "then...why..." He asked watching you "i...ugh..." you growled rubbing your temples "your gonna think im weird." You laughed, his face turning serious "I assure you I will not." He said sternly as you nodded "I am nervous around you because..." you bit your lip looking down feeling his intense stare om you "ugh because your hot ok!" You yelled making him flinch.

"I'm...hot?" He asked, confusion on his face "yes! Look at you! Your face looks like someone sculpted you, your hair looks like the softest thing on the planet, you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, and your accent...I could literally listen to you all day." The words rushed out of you as he stared blankly at you making you laugh nervously "aaaand now you think im weird." You said frowning. "No, I do not it's just..." he started when Archie ran over to him, setting the ball down at his feet you watched him lean over picking it up "I've never had anyone say such things of me." He said quietly before throwing the ball across the clearing, Archie bolting after it "what!? No your messing with me." You laughed sitting back.

"Truly, in Asgard people favored brawn over..." he trailed off waving his hands over himself "they preferred my brother." He said sitting back crossing his arms "Well they're stupid then." You said hearing him laugh loudly "sorry, I didn't mean...all I'm saying is they clearly had no taste cause you are..." you started, your eyes roaming up and down his slender frame "I am what?" He asked quietly raising an eyebrow "beau..." you cleared your throat looking into his eyes "beautiful." You whispered seeing a light pink blush spread across his cheeks before quickly looking away. "if it isn't too forward, I think you are lovely as well." He said barely loud enough to hear. "Well...thank you." You said unable to help the smile on your face.

"Would you...if you would like to...could i..." He sighed turning to face you "would you accompany me to dinner?" He asked. You looked over seeing him biting his lip, his eyes searching yours "loki, I would love to." You said seeing him smile "excellent! Would tonight be too soon?" He asked making you smile "no not at all, let me get your number so I can send you my address." You smiled pulling your phone out seeing him look down. "I am unsure what my number is." He said pulling his phone out "Stark only recently gave this to me." He said staring at it. "May i?" You asked holding your hand out he placed it in your waiting palm. Quickly typing in your number your saved it before calling yourself "perfect, now you have me on there." You said handing it back to him.

"Well I better go get ready, I have a date with a prince tonight." You winked standing up loki following suit "is eight o'clock alright?" He asked with a smile "yes, that's perfect." You said staring into his eyes again. "Are you alright y/n?" He asked waving his hand in front of you "yes! Sorry...I just...i got lost in your eyes for a second." You said hearing him laugh "until this evening my lady." He said gently grabbing your hand lifting it to his lips again "until tonight good sir." You said doing your best curtsy almost falling over when his large hands grabbed your shoulders "careful, I wouldn't want you broken before our date." He winked "definately after though." You said under your breath "what was that?" He asked, a smile spreading across his perfect face "what?...nothing! I didn't say anything!" You quickly said "Archie! Let's go!" You called out feeling the heat of his stare on you again "i...I'll see you tonight Loki." You smiled quickly making a beeline for the trees "I look forward to it darling." He called out to you, the nickname making you blush "me too!" You called back, with a quick glance over your shoulder you saw him put a hand on his chest, smiling to the sky "me too." You whispered quickly making your way home to get ready.

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happy-beeeps · 1 year

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Slip of the Tongue

WC: 1.3k

Pairing: PoexMando!reader (Mando a la Sabine, not Din)

Prompt: “You look so pretty” “What did you say?” “I said you look shitty.” from @ghostofskywalker fic exchange because I saw someone write Tech with this prompt and it changed my life.

Warnings: language I guess, but that’s it! Pure fluff~

A/N: This is a oneshot, but I’m gonna start writing more for this pairing soon, I think!

“My favorite thing about you is that you continuously surprise me every day with the new ways you manage to be so stupid.” You say, barely audible over the sound of the power tool Poe is using on one of the open consoles in the Falcon. He cranes his neck over to where you’re at, suspended by a harness working on the ceiling of the ship, head angled towards him.

“And you surprise me everyday with just how romantic you can actually be.” He chirps back, sending you a wink as he gets back to work. You’re grateful he can’t see your expression now beneath your helmet, the glare you’re shooting at him and the rising blush on your cheeks.

Your work on the Falcon seems to neverend, and despite you and Poe’s mutual deep seeded hatred for one another, he’s begrudgingly told you that he “respects your craftsmanship” and refuses to take the Falcon to any other mech in the Resistance. You, in turn, get the immense privilege of working on the ship of your childhood dreams, learning the ins and outs of the hunk of metal. Besides, with Poe comes BB-8, Rey, and Finn, and you much prefer his team to the pilot himself. Today, unfortunately, Poe’s fancy flying has not only placed the Falcon in need of medical attention, but Finn as well, and you’re left alone with Poe to work on the fried circuitry and damaged hyperdrive.

“What was it this time? Hyperdrive jumping?”

“Correction. I was avoiding hyperdrive jumping by gravity launching, you know, going in and out of the different moons and propelling myself forward with it.”

“Both an impressive technique and an impressive failure.” You sigh, and he pokes his head out to peak at you.

“What’s it gonna take to impress you, huh Mando?”

You cringe at the nickname. Well, not as much cringe as you do blush, but still. “I’ll be impressed when you can get her back to me in one piece.”

He smirks, “Yeah, but then I don’t have any excuse to come see you.” When you don’t respond at first he continues, “I bet your helmet is getting steamy just thinking about me.”

He narrowly avoids the wrench you throw at his head.

Poe is remarkably frustrating, he has the unique ability of getting under your skin more than nearly anyone you know, and you’ve worked with Mandalorian coverts and Imperials. It also doesn’t help that he’s sickeningly attractive, and knows it, and you can’t help but wonder if you didn’t hate him so much if you could love him. He’s clearly got a soft side, BB-8 is the most precious droid in the world and follows him around like his shadow, and you’ve never known Finn or Rey to be a bad judge of character. Still, there’s something so aggravating about him that you can barely stand to be in his presence. Then, just as he steps back from the spot near the wall to admire his work, you see him in all his glory, and it dawns on you. Poe is remarkably beautiful. His sleeves are pushed up past his elbows, and his curls are flopping haphazardly around his face, partially slicked back with sweat, and despite it you have a fleeting feeling of wanting to run your hands through his hair. His shirt hangs open in the front and clings to his chest, and he has grease coating his hands and running up his arms, and it makes him look even more ruggedly handsome, as if that was possible.

“You are so pretty” you whisper, then clamp your lips together and pray it was soft enough that it doesn’t get picked up by the modulator in your helmet. Fate is not on your side today, however, and Poe glances at you with wide eyes and a smile.

“What did you say?”

“I said you look shitty.” You respond, voice hurried and nervous.

He doesn’t buy it, not for a moment, and walks over to where you’re suspended, placing a grease covered hand on the cheek of your helmet. “You sure about that, mando?” Before walking down the ramp of the ship and towards the base. You let go a sigh you hadn’t realized you were holding before removing your helmet, and sure enough, inspecting the large grease-print he’s left on your beskar.

“Dank ferric, Dameron.” You hiss, but he’s already gone.

* * *

You’re in your quarters, scrubbing away at the stubborn mark Poe left on your helmet, mumbling to yourself, when you’re distracted from your work by a tap on the foot. BB-8 is in front of you, beeping excitedly and rolling around your quarters. “Hey buddy,” you smile, setting your helmet down beside you to pat the little droid.

“How's the cleaning?” comes a voice from the hallway, and you whip your head back to the doorway to see the insufferable pilot looming in it.

“Come to admire your handiwork?” You say, gesturing to the still spotted helmet beside you.

He laughs and lets himself into your quarters, looking at the various discarded armor pieces and ship pieces lying around before letting his eyes fall back to you. “Something like that, yeah.”

You feel tiny underneath the intensity of his stare, and now worry that you may have

offended him with your comment earlier. “Look, Poe, I-”

“I was thinking about what you said earlier.”

You wince. “Oh?”

“I think you look shitty too.” He states, walking towards you and picking up the helmer from the floor. “I think you look so shitty with your helmet on.” He brushes a hand over it delicately, so carefully that you stand up immediately.

“Ok, listen, I didn’t mean-”

“You look super shitty when you’re in a flight suit too, when you join us on a mission.” He’s looking back around your room now, and your mouth is opening and closing like a fish.

“Excuse me?”

“You look even more shitty when you meet Rey for a drink, and you wear that one green top with the,” he moves his arm across his chest to indicate a cutout, you think, when you imagine the green top he’s thinking of.

“Poe.”

“But,” and he moves to stand in front of you, his chest rising and falling quickly now, and you realize how red his cheeks are when he’s standing in front of you. “I think you look most shitty right now, with your hair like this, in your rec clothes, hanging out with bb-8.” And then Poe Dameron does the most unthinkable thing. In a quick movement, he runs his fingers over the hair by your ear, pulls his other hand up to meet your face, and cups your cheeks to bring you in for a kiss.

And oh. Oh. You get it. You get absolutely every good thing that’s ever been said about Poe Dameron before. He tastes like sweets and a little bit of alcohol and smells like fuel and something warm and musky, is it amber? He kisses you with the slowness of a nervous man and the hunger of a starved one, before pulling back and looking at you.

“Did you get it? The shitty thing? Because you said I was pretty and then shitty?”

“I got it, Poe.” You breathe, arms draped around his neck. You haven’t moved since you both pulled apart, and neither of you wants to break the moment first, worried you’ll scare it away.

He makes the first move, going to play with a piece of hair that slipped free from your braid, running it between his fingers. “You really are pretty, Mando,” he mumbles, and you blush before opening your mouth to respond. He doesn’t let you, instead pulling you in for another kiss. Poe Dameron doesn’t need you to tell him you think he’s pretty. He already knows.

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you're a gem in this fandom and we're so lucky to have u, i just wish u were more active but i get it, life happens. i'm always happy whenever i see u post SOMETHING, even if it's just you reblogging other artists. point is, we love u, i love u, and u better know how much u mean to ur followers

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hoedamn-eron · 2 years

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droid repair

Poe and BB-8 take a trip to droid repair.

Warnings: None. Word count: 1,524 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

I really struggled with this, it was supposed to be my first post on this blog, but I kept delaying it because I couldn't finish it! I'm not 100% happy with it, maybe one day I'll come back and re-write it, but I knew that if I didn't post it, I would eventually give up on it and it would never see the light of day.

You had a reputation within the droid community for being a bit rough around the edges. It didn’t bother you; you were in the middle of a war, you weren’t there to make friends, especially with the droids. You were there to do a job, and that job was to fix the droids that were designed to help the Resistance win against the First Order. You didn’t care that they were scared of you, you were just there to fix them.

Which was why Poe Dameron found himself in the deepest pit of the base, where it seemed to lack any life whatsoever. He didn’t even know this corridor was here. BB-8 had been complaining about his wiring for a few days, but no matter how many times Poe told him, the white and orange BB unit refused to go alone – he’d heard stories from C3PO.

Poe had merely rolled his eyes at that. “C3PO has the habit of being dramatic.”

But when you had ushered both Poe and BB-8 into your workspace, Poe began to think BB-8 (and C3PO) were right. You had answered the door with a less-than-happy look on your face, demanding a, “What?”

You had had a bad day. Your order of parts hadn’t shown up, and no matter how many times you chased, via datapad or in person, nobody seemed to want to give you any answers. You’d ran out of caf and hadn’t had the time to get more, and you’d skipped lunch because the nerfherder from the medbay demanded that you fix his droid because he ‘had important stuff to do’, and it hadn’t been an easy fix. Why can’t people just look after their things?

Then, of course, to top off your already terrible day, pretty boy himself, Poe Dameron, had come to you, claiming that his BB unit had some dodgy wires. You hadn’t hidden your exasperated eye roll at him. Pilots were the worst at taking care of their droids. You’d ordered them both in, BB-8 nervously hiding behind Poe’s legs as you slammed the door behind them, demanding the BB unit roll up onto your work bench.

So here you were. You were crouched on the work bench, one of BB-8’s panels open for you to look in, using your pliers to move his wiring around. He had powered down, probably to avoid any other interaction with you. You didn’t make small talk with Poe, letting him wander around your messy workspace as he looked at all your tools, spare parts, and broken droids which should have been fixed days ago.

“So you’re the one who fixes the droids?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Obviously. “Yeah.”

“You kept busy?”

You hated small talk. It’s why you preferred to work with droids than anyone else. “Yeah.”

He turned from his place looking at your cluttered shelves. “Not much of a talker, huh?”

“No.”

Poe stared at you for a moment. When he arrived at your workspace, he was expecting a crotchety, old, grumpy tech who had spent too many years hunched up in a dank workspace looking at droids. Well, you were grumpy, but you definitely weren’t crotchety or old. Actually, you had taken his breath away when you had angrily opened your door to him and BB-8. He thought you were beautiful, and the fact that you didn’t seem to want to talk to him was intimidating.

He also hated awkward silences.

“So…”

“You need to take more care of your droid,” you said, closing the panel on BB-8 and tossing the pliers on the work bench. You looked at Poe as you slid off your workbench, then wiped your hands on your old, oily rag that was always hanging out your pocket. “When was the last time you had him checked out?”

Poe’s mouth had fallen open in astonishment. “Excuse me? I’ll have you know that I take very good care of my droid!”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Tell that to the disconnected wires. Some of them had come out of their protective casings and they’re exposed.” You grabbed your datapad from its place attached to your belt, scrolling on your parts spreadsheet. “I can’t fix him right now, because my kriffin’ parts delivery hasn’t arrived, but I can fix him later on this week.”

Poe blinked at you, finally closing his mouth. He cleared his throat and rested his hands on his hips. “Will he be okay?”

You quickly look up at him from your datapad, where you had assigned the BB unit the spares that would be coming in. The pilot looked nervous, and, dare you say it, worried for his BB unit. That was rare, to find someone worried for their droids; most of the people you’d met here weren’t too fussed if they could be fixed or not, they just always requested a new one. You sigh as you put your datapad back down. “He’ll be fine. I’ve done a temporary fix. Again, come back in a few days and I’ll fix him properly.”

Poe nodded at you before walking over to BB-8 and powering him back up. The droid looked around before he saw Poe, beeping happily. Poe laughed, rubbing the droid’s head like it was a child. “Told you it wouldn’t be so bad.”

BB-8 beeped back. Your Binary was incredibly rusty, for someone who worked with droids all day. You understood ‘wires’ and ‘mean’, and either ‘this time’ or ‘this plan’; regarding the circumstances, it could have been any of those.

You watched the two interact for a moment. Poe seemed incredibly attentive, even apologising about not getting BB-8 checked out sooner. It made you feel warm, and you could feel your heart beating in your chest. It didn’t help that Poe Dameron was as good looking as his posters showed. He had taken you aback, being stood at your door; you weren’t expecting the Resistance’s Best Pilot to ever come to your work quarters. You felt yourself blushing lightly, your eyes widened at the feeling.

You weren’t there to make friends. You were there to win a war.

“I don’t see you around.”

“Really, you don’t have to…continue this,” you said, motioning between yourself. “Just come back in a few days.”

Poe stared at you for a moment, watching as you started organising your tools. He tried not to distract himself on how good you looked in your overalls as he said, “If it’s worth anything, it won’t hurt to…you know, get out there and meet some people.”

You glare him, ready to tell him what for, since it was none of his business what you did or didn’t do with your spare time, but the look on his face stopped you. He was looking at you not with pity, but with a stern look. Maker, did he have to be so good looking? What was wrong with you? You lightly shrug your shoulder, trying to make yourself look nonchalant. “I’ve gotten this far with no attachments, why would I change that now?”

“Because we’re in a war, and we need all the ‘attachments’ we can get.”

You grab your datapad again, looking blankly at your spreadsheet, just so you didn’t have to look at him anymore. “I’m not sure who you think you are, talking to me about my personal life, but – “

“I am going to the cantina, just off the tarmac,” Poe said, sauntering over to your door, BB-8 finally rolling himself off your workbench with the makeshift ramp you had made. “If you would like to join me, that’s cool. If not, I will see you in a few days, and I’ll just invite you again.”

Curiosity overcomes you and you tear your eyes away from your datapad. Poe has opened the door and is giving you a pointed look. You stare right back, not giving anything away as the temptation to just carry-on working overcomes you, but…you don’t really want to.

You glance at BB-8 as he beeps at you, the first interaction he’d given you since he rolled himself in here. You return you gaze back to Poe, who raised his eyebrows as he smirked at you, motioning with a nod of his head down the corridor as he still held the door open. After a few moments hesitation, you sigh, throwing down your datapad. “Okay.”

Poe gave a little cheer as you walked past him into the corridor, moving him out the way as you closed and locked the door. You turned and started following him and the droid down the corridor, Poe turning to walk backwards to talk to you. “So what’s your name?” You give it, and Poe nods in interest. “I’m Poe Dameron.”

“I know.”

“Ah, so you’re not that much of a hermit.”

You roll your eyes. “Everyone knows who you are, Poe Dameron.”

“But not you.” Poe stops walking, you nearly bumping into him to stop also. He slipped his hands in his pockets as he surveyed you.

You shrug. “I suppose I don’t know you, know you.”

Poe meets your eyes, before grinning. “Let’s change that.”

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deanstead · 2 years

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No Secrets

Pairing: Jay Halstead x HalsteadSister!Reader

Requested: yes, by @sorry-i-spaced

Summary: While Y/N tries to handle a difficult past, Jay finds out she was less than truthful.

Word Count: 2,090

Warnings: mentions of past abusive relationship, language, minor injuries

A/N: This sounded like a better idea in my head, so I hope I managed to write it out well enough and that you like it! Mainly a Jay x sister fic but there's mentions of Will too! Special s/o to my bb @mertes4cker for help with the final idea!

HALSTEAD!SISTER MASTERLIST

You bit your inner cheek as the thoughts swirled in your mind. You could practically feel them merging together like mush.

You paused along the street, like you needed to catch your breath, propping one hand up against the concrete wall. You needed to get out of your head before you went to meet your brothers but it was hard, especially since you never thought you’d ever see him again.

Your ex-boyfriend had apparently just breezed into town, setting off a reel of memories in your head. Most of them not good, especially since the last time you’d seen him was when you’d broken it off after he’d struck you for the second time.

The first time it had happened, you’d picked up your phone and were almost finished dialing Jay’s number when you remembered he wasn’t going to answer. Besides, Jay really didn’t need to worry about you while he was serving. So you’d thought about calling Will, but Will wasn’t in Chicago either so you’d closed your phone again.

Later, he’d apologized and you’d made excuses for him in your head about how he was stressed, how he didn’t mean it. But when it happened the second time, you knew you were done. In hindsight, the only good thing about your relationship with Peter was that he’d never really been possessive. He had tried to apologize, he’d tried to ask you to stay but when it didn’t work, he’d turned sour and asked you not to come crawling back to him when you regretted it.

That hadn’t stopped you.

The last you heard, he’d gotten his ass out of Chicago, so you were just as surprised to see him here. You didn’t know if he was here for you, or if he’d just happened to run into you but you didn’t care, you just wanted out of there. He’d emphasized that he “just wanted to talk” and you had wanted to say no, but you also found yourself being pressurized to say yes. So it was only after you’d agreed to meet him the next day that you’d realized exactly what you’d done.

You had never told your brothers about Peter. By the time the three of you were back in the same city, you’d left those memories far behind and you didn’t see the point in dredging them all up for a person you’d never see again.

Until now.

But you knew that if you told either Will or Jay about this now, they’d get all protective and it just wasn’t worth them getting into trouble for someone who was and would no longer have any part to play in your life.

You took a deep breath just as your phone buzzed and you glanced down at Jay’s message that told you he was already waiting for you.

You nodded to yourself, putting your phone back into your jacket pocket before you headed towards where you’d agreed to meet Jay.

“Yeah, I’m on my way to meet Charlotte. I’ll get the stuff after and see you tonight.” You spoke into the phone, feeling your heart sink.

You hated lying to Jay, just as much as he hated being lied to, but you knew that telling Jay everything about Peter was just going to blow everything up. All you wanted to do was get this over with and get him out of your life once again, far away where you didn’t have to think about him for the rest of your life.

You spotted him sitting against the window at the café as you approached it and took a deep breath.

It’s a crowded place, let’s just hear him out and go.

You caught yourself wondering why you found yourself in this position again but shook it off, pushing open the door to the café and seating yourself on the edge of the seat opposite him.

It was disconcerting sitting opposite Peter now, looking back into his blue eyes that you used to love. Now, they just felt cold and empty. You took a breath before you glanced back up at him, ready to get this over with.

“Alright, spit it out.”

Jay climbed out of his truck, turning towards the sidewalk when he paused, his head swiveling back to what had caught his eye.

“Charlotte?”

The blonde girl looked up and waved. “Hey, Jay.”

Jay’s frown deepened. “What are you doing here?”

The look in Charlotte’s eyes shifted like she’d realized something, but it was too late as she saw the look on Jay’s face change. Jay had already put the pieces together - you’d lied.

“You know where she is.”

It was more a statement than a question and Charlotte looked like she was considering what to tell Jay.

“Charlotte, come on. Is she in trouble?” Jay pressed.

Charlotte bit her lip before she looked back up at her best friend’s brother, who was almost like the older brother she’d never had. “I don’t know, Jay. I swear I don’t. She didn’t tell me to cover for her or anything.”

A silence fell as Jay studied Charlotte’s expression, like he was waiting for her to say something else.

“But there’s this café we used to go to when she was mad at the both of you.” Charlotte said, her voice low, like she knew she was breaking your confidence but Charlotte was also worried about you. “I’d start there. I’ll try calling her.”

Jay nodded. “Let me know if you hear from her, and send me the address!”

Jay got back into his truck, taking a hard left and heading towards the café that Charlotte had mentioned.

It wasn’t far so Jay already found himself turning into the street, all the while hearing Will’s annoying rational voice that irritated the hell out of him in his head.

“She’s not a kid anymore, Jay.”

Maybe what irritated Jay the most when Will was being somewhat rational was that his older brother could be equally irrational. It was like the pot calling the kettle black. It was just that it seemed they were irrational when dealing with different things.

Jay knew. He knew that you weren’t a kid anymore, but that only made him more pissed off.

Jay pulled up a little way past the café, wondering if he should look around from the car or start walking the streets when he caught sight of you, accompanied by a voice loud enough that he could hear it from inside his truck.

“What the hell?” Jay muttered, clambering out of the car now that his eyes had registered that the guy standing opposite you was holding onto your upper arm.

Jay could hear the raised voice more clearly now as he pulled himself quickly out of his vehicle, just in time to see the guy standing opposite you shove you towards the ground.

“Hey!” Jay yelled.

Your head swung upwards when you heard the familiar voice, momentarily forgetting about Peter standing in front of you, or the sound that your ankle had made as you’d crashed onto the ground.

Jay shot a glance at Peter before he knelt next to you. “You okay? Are you hurt?”

“Jay…? What are you…”

Your question was interrupted by a snort from Peter. “Is he the reason you’re saying no?”

Jay barely spared him a glance as he helped you up and you bit your lip when the pain shot through your leg as you tried to put pressure on your ankle.

Maybe you should have told Jay in the first place. You felt a wave of confidence now that your brother was here and you looked back up into Peter’s cold blue eyes.

“No. I let you push me around, I let you hit me once.” Jay’s eyes flicked in alarm towards you but you didn’t look at your brother. “And the second time you hit me, we were done. I don’t know why you think you can barge into my life again now to ask me for money? You’re out of your mind.”

Peter looked taken aback, like he was wondering if you were the same person that had just been shoved onto the ground.

“You laid a hand on her? Not once, but twice?” Jay growled, not moving even though all he wanted to do was punch this guy’s face in.

“Don’t worry, it was long before you started doing her.” Peter answered with a snide smile.

You almost heard the rope snap. Jay moved just a step forward, and you could see by the stiffening of his arms that he was using everything he had to hold back. “Walk away. And if I see you anywhere near her again, I swear to God I will put you in handcuffs myself.”

Peter’s eyes now fell on the badge that Jay had hanging around his neck.

Peter smirked. “You’re a cop?”

“Detective Halstead.” Jay dragged out your last name, shifting himself to stand in front of you.

You knew that Peter had figured it out this time as his eyes flicked to yours. You just shrugged back at him. “I don’t ever want to see you again.”

“Do not test me.” Jay growled, before he turned back to you. “Come on, I’m taking you to Will.”

Jay didn’t say a word all the way to Med. He barely looked at you and he didn’t say much to a confused and worried Will when you guys had showed up at Med either.

You knew he was pissed. He hated being lied to. But you didn’t say anything either, because any thought that crossed your mind just sounded lame.

“It’s a sprain, your x-ray doesn’t show any major injuries but you’ll need to rest it. So off your ankle for the next few weeks as much as possible.” Natalie said, giving you a small smile.

“Thanks Natalie.” Jay said, before Natalie excused herself and you were left with your two brothers.

You had to do it one way or another.

“Jay, I’m sorry.”

Jay leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, as he looked up. “Y/N, why didn’t you tell me? Tell us? You should have come to us at the first sign of trouble!”

You closed your eyes as you heard Jay’s voice go up. “What for? You couldn’t have come flying back to see me, and neither could Will! You know that as well as I do! I was alone in Chicago and I handled it.”

“Yeah, great handling.” Jay snapped and you turned your head away from him as you felt the prick of tears.

“Alright, enough.” Will stepped in this time, stepping right up next to you. “Y/N, why didn’t you tell us this time? That he was here now?”

You sighed, looking up at your oldest brother. “Because I didn’t want things to get blown up. I just wanted to handle him and get him to go. And I didn’t want one of you punching him in the face and getting in trouble.”

Jay sighed and you turned to look back at him. His expression was softer now and he ran a hand down his face, the way he did when he was exasperated but also worried.

“There’s a fine line between being independent and knowing when to ask for help.” Jay said, his voice softer this time. “I've told you this a million times, Y/N. There’s nothing wrong with asking for help.”

“You’re one to talk.” You muttered, even as you reached for Jay’s hand, like a peace offering.

Jay sighed. “Promise us. If you ever see him again, you have to tell us. I don’t care if he’s on the other side of the street, you call one of us.”

You nodded. “I’m sorry. I hate lying to you.”

Jay leaned in to give you a hug. “No secrets, remember? You’re the one who made us promise.”

You nodded, your face tucked into the security of your older brother's shoulder. “No secrets.”

Will put a gentle hand on your head as Jay pulled backwards so that Will could also lean in for a hug. “I told you not to ever walk through those doors as a patient.” Your oldest brother whispered.

You were smiling as you broke out of the hug and looked back at both your brothers. “Promise, no secrets.”

Will and Jay stuck their hands out towards you and you reached out too, curling your pinky finger around your brothers', the pact-shake still a thing even though you were no longer five.

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dontwantnoneunlessyougotmunson · 1 year

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Number 57 you sweet writing bb you 💜 please make it tooth achingly sweet like I know you caaaan.

ahahah welcome, bby 💛 I will do my best~

#57 I’m sorry, I wasn’t catcalling you, I was catcalling my buddy.

You sighed as you walked to your car. Your first day at the new school had not gone as well as it could have. Finding the place you fit was always the worst part of any move and it had proven so today. You looked down feet shuffling along the pavement.

"Oooh hey baby!" Called a voice from behind you. A wolf-whistle followed immediately.

You stopped suddenly, confused and a bit miffed. Cat-calling definitely hadn't been part of the plan today. You turned, ready to give the jerk a piece of your mind when you stumbled back. A body had rammed into yours and arms gripped your biceps, steadying you back on your feet. Your brow furrowed as you looked at the shaggy-haired guy who'd been calling out behind you.

"What the hell was that?" you spit out.

His eyes darted to yours. "Excuse me?"

"First you harass me and then you run right into me? It's my first day here and I'm just trying to go home!"

His eyes widened and he held his hands out placatingly. "First of all, I am incredibly sorry for running into you. Second, I was not cat-calling you, I was cat-calling my buddy."

He gestured past you to a small group of people heading your way. You grimaced and gave an awkward wave before turning back to him. He rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly. "I really am sorry. And it's not that you aren't worth cat-calling, you just.. I wasn't talking to you.. But I could.. if you want to."

You put a hand up to your cheek, feeling the heat of your skin as you blushed. A playful look came over his face as he noted your expression.

"Aww look, Eddie. You made her speechless," one of the younger guys chuckled.

Your eyes met his again, one side of his lips curling up. He held a hand out to you and said, "Eddie Munson. Pleasure to meet you m'lady."

You placed your hand in his and said, "Y/N. Nice to meet you."

His hand squeezed yours gently, careful not to pinch you with his ring. "Will you be here tomorrow?"

Your nose scrunched up, confused. "Well yeah.. it's school. I have to be here."

"School rules don't mean a thing to him," one of the girls snickered.

"Ah, ah, ah." He wagged his finger at her. "This year is different. It's my year."

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly and the group turned to walk to their cars. He winked and jogged to catch up to them. Halfway to the cars, he turned and walked backwards. "Hey, Y/N!" He waited until your gazes caught and wolf-whistled. He cupped his hands around his mouth to yell back to you. "Respectfully!" He stumbled when you beamed at him, almost landing on his face.

You hid your red face behind your books, rushing to your car so you could sit for a moment and cool off. Maybe the new school wouldnt be so bad.

#Eddie munson #eddie munson fluff

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. . . loading : real-life otome simulator ☆ - chapter 1

❤︎ prologue ❤︎ tags : female reader, reader is yuu, extrovert reader, second-year reader, sfw, fluff, chapter 6 spoilers ❤︎ author's note : english isn't my first language, please make sure to point out mistakes if any! :) you can read this work on ao3 ^^!

. . . loading 1st chapter : 35% (in which she just knows she needs an additional rest because sleepless gaming nights aren’t so helpful after all)

Yuu didn’t know whether Ortho talked to his brother in a serious, more persuasive way, or was it just “Yeah, fine, sure, just don’t let her enter any further” answer from Idia, but the girl managed it right to the Ignihyde.

Ortho even was there with her for some time. They laughed together as she described characters, but then he said he needs to check his brother, and left her with a cup of hot tea. What an angel he is.

Yuu grabbed headphones and looked around, checking if there was someone in the lobby, but hell no - no way an Ignihyde student will willingly go out of his room. At any rate, an exciting feeling boiled up in her, and she proceeded to download fresh out of the oven game.

Oh, so the prologue starts with a main heroine’s voiceover. She sounds so mature and mysterious! Still kinda familiar, though… Yuu thought she looked through all of the details beforehand, and even the name of the voice actress lingered in her memory, she still couldn’t get where she heard her for the first time. Even so, there was no time left thinking about this. Her 2D boys and girls are waiting, after all!

Yuu chuckled at the main plot features. Main heroine strongly resembles Yuu herself. The way she speaks, the way she befriends everybody… The way she got transmigrated into the magic world, being absolutely magicless herself. Yuu saw many manhwas with similar situations and almost could claim she were an isekai excerpt at this rate, but it was much more ironical to read something like that now .

“Oh, so it has two story modes, I see… I guess I need to clear each of them in order to unlock the true route, then.” She mumbled to herself, already clicking on a cute girl profile, choosing her as her first ever route to play.

The game has started.

───◌┈┈───♡⃝───┈┈◌───

Lilia didn’t interrogate her, as usual, instead, the smile of amusement stretched on his cute face all the time she excused herself and headed straight to the Ignihyde dorm. Ah, the sense of the blooming soon-to-be-friendship with a totally shut-in dorm leader lingered in the air, which only bat fae himself could feel.

Today was the exception, though, and Lilia appeared in front of her, hanging out of the ceiling at the exit of the school building.

“Oh my, Lilia!! Give me a second, I’m out of my breath… I told you not to do this little prank of yours with me!!”

“Don’t you worry, Yuu, hehe~ It’s just I’m worried about your appearance.”

“Eh?” Yuu genuinely blinked in incomprehension.

“I bet you can win over Ignihyde dorm leader’s eye bags at this rate. Come here, I have something from Rook.”

Lilia, still hanging out of the ceiling, applied some BB cream on the girl's skin, smiling proudly after seeing her looking not so tired anymore.

“I’m not in the right position giving you advice on this matter, given I’m the gamer myself, but I’m not human, unlike you. Pulling all-nighter is critical for your health!”

“Okay, dad, I understand.” She chuckled, leaning over, and tried to hug Lilia in this position of his. “I’ll sleep properly today… It’s just I had to finish the last chapter of the remaining route and I can unlock the last, true one!”

“Yeah yeah, as you say! Alright, take care!”

After arriving at Ignihyde she pulled on her headphones as usual, already entering the game and continuing her walkthrough.

It was the last, best-friend troupe route. It was considerably hard to play since this character was voiced by Neige and Yuu cringed at times, but really appreciated all the amount of hard work he has done.

Alright, the tricky last choice comes! The heroine is known to be quite ambitious, yet she still has to maintain the image of an exemplary student who never disobeys her beloved sister. At first she suspects Neige’s character to be a delinquent (Yuu actually genuinely laughed at the image of Neige behaving in a Deuce way, but quickly collected herself), but he proves wrong, suggesting the main heroine to fly off the cage she is believed to be trapped in. Heroine isn’t sure whether she should let her heart decide or think about her sister who was left out in the heroine's original world. Debating with her ideals, she meets her crucial moment in this route, and Yuu is here to solve this problem.

“What’s with this Makoto Niijima* kind of experience even…” Yuu mumbles to herself, getting a lot of resemblance. “But well if I’m getting her character right, then…”

Yuu decided.

╰► Explain that you can’t do it

╰► Forget about your previous life and risk it all

Sudden increasing trust stat gave her the thought that she did everything right. And she actually did - with that tricky situation Yuu managed to gain understanding from Neige’s character and he agreed to wait until the heroine’s heart is ready. It seemed actually ridiculous, but still cute and interesting enough to get her bursting into tears at beautiful CG andー

“No, what the hell is this choice?!”

Huh.

Yuu quickly wiped her tears, afraid of showing her emotional side, and tore off headphones, looking back.

“I mean, what??? You’ve been playing the fool just to do something actually smart in the end and it works??? What for were the previous dumbass options then?!”

Yuu blinked once. Twice. She couldn’t even register that Idia appeared right in front of her, lamenting over her choice, so she forgot she had a otome-related business to discuss with him. Tips of his hair were blazing with an orange shade on them, hence Yuu got a sneaking suspicion he was furious. Once her attention shifted to this amazingly beautiful iridescent hair, she stared at him for a moment, until finally regained herself.

“Uhm, hello, Idia?..”

Ignihyde's dorm leader appeared out of nowhere, reminding her of Lilia suddenly, but in any case - it was unexpected. Idia looked as if he was grumbling about something extremely serious, and for a second she felt an urge to ask if everything was alright.

When his breath hitched with incessant whining, she dared to speak up.

“I assume you chose the second option?..”

“You bet I am! I mean, the task was playing dumb, and I did just that. Why pull out a smart kid card so suddenly… I don’t get it.”

Yuu mentally chuckled at his commentary. She was amused at his indignation. Though all of the “I hate otome games” popped out in her head.

“Ugh, first of all, I don’t think we’ve met properly, right?” She stood up, and Idia suddenly jumped on the spot from the realization that he was talking to a stranger. Well, not to a stranger exactly, but similar.

“I’m Yuu. It’s nice meeting you, Idia.”

“Erghhh, I know your name, no need for an introduction or whatsoever…” Idia mumbled to himself, his voice began to dissolve into near-total silence to the point she needed to concentrate on him talking. “You were doing just fine gaming, why are you playing extrovert all of sudden…”

“I’m always being extroverted, but alright. Actually, it’s quite funny that you chose the second option, lol. You truly didn’t get the main heroine’s character, huh.”

Now that seemed to startle Idia for a second. He can admit he’s bad at finding out how feelings work (especially romantical ones - they could be compared to the dark forest submerged in a dark maze), but her statement has awoken something indescribable in him.

✎﹏﹏ ⌜ Would you like to turn on competitive mode? ⌝

YES NO

➩ . . . Proceeding to react accordingly to your choice. Countdown before starting: 3… 2… 1…

“Huh? Why would I even try to analyze something that useless?” Idia hushed, completely forgetting he’s staring at the girl like she was stating nonsense.

“Maybe for the reason that it actually helps you during your walkthrough, nah?” Yuu fends his argument away in a light manner, but Idia didn’t seem any pleased.

“The main heroine doesn’t even have logical reasoning, she lacks common sense and she’s dense af. Why would I, again?”

“But I assume you didn’t even reach this ending yet, heh? You look like you’ve been for a bunch of reloading due to the wrong choices. Correct me if I’m wrong on that one.” Yuu chuckled softly, drawing her knuckle to her lips to hide a smile.

“Oh Great Seven, watch this normie trying to touch the inner core of mine. Good luck to you on that, then.”

“I’m right, though. I know I am.”

“Never in my life thought that Ortho was begging for such a normie to be able to use our lobby PC, geez. To think that would be you, even…”

“No, I actually have to reciprocate to that one. To be completely frank, I thought you would hate this game. Uh, to be more exact…”

Yuu cleared her throat, drawing all of Idia's attention to her. He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest before she continued.

“ Otome games are out of my league. I don't want to waste my time on them… Since I’m in a good mood today, I’m taking criticism regarding my intonation. I believe I did well. So?”

Frightened look came across Idia’s face for a second before it switched with pure anger, but she still found it quite amusing, considering she was planning to get the exact same reaction from him.

“Hey, you!!”

“It’s Yuu, thank you very much. Yes?”

“U-ugh, nevermind… Was it Azul who told you?..” suddenly the cocky tone of his faded away, leaving a place for stuttering, and she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t cute at some rate.

“Not exactly, but close. Anyway, what’s the matter with such a sudden change of heart?”

“Like a normie like you would actually u-understand,” Idia pulled on the hood, pulling the strings down, trying to hide from the girl, now almost physically feeling her determination and nearly fainting due to talking to an extrovert. Extremely popular extrovert magicless girl out of people! He could manage talking to Azul, but being confronted by a girl, never talking to one irl? Never!!

Still, she was standing in front of him, waiting for an answer. He could give a try, considering she was playing after all, but it was otome which caught her attention, although he saw boys playing other dating-sims in their freetime, too, what made her different from them then? Does she even know Star Rouge at least? Yes, she may be from another world, but it’s impossible to skip this legendary totally OP five-star game, right? But then again, what ifー

“Ugh, listen, I’m sorry if I was impolite or hurt your feelings, I was just curious?..” Yuu tried to sound not offensive in any rate, but she was still curious as hell.

“Have you looked through characters’ profiles?” Idia spoke so suddenly and silently that the girl took a few steps closer to actually hear what he said, causing Idia to step back accordingly.

“Yeah, I spent two weeks on simping on teasers,” Yuu chuckled softly, but Idia heard quite a bit of highly specialized slang from her, peeping out of his hood for a moment. Normies usually don’t speak in that way. “Why?”

“D-do you know the main heroine’s voice actor?..”

“You mean Kim MinjiU** ? Yeah, I definitely heard this name, but I can’t remember where… Is something the matter?”

“And there I was, thinking you could consider you not so normie I thought you were at first…” Idia took off his hood, to which Yuu smiled gently, ignoring his words. “She’s a Gakemo leader. But of course you don’t know what a girlboss she isー”

“OH MY GOD HOW COULD I FORGET!” Yuu exclaimed suddenly, her voice reaching almost a desperate scream level, and Idia considered hiding in his hood again, but was so stunned at her behavior that he couldn’t think properly at the moment, continuing staring at her. “I’m jamming to their last release, but I forgot the leader’s name… You’re right, sorry I didn’t recognize her at first. Geez, it’s so embarrassing. Gakemo songs are quite similar to my favorite group songs in my world.”

She was smiling sheepishly, while Idia tried to process what the hell happened just now. His inner demons were fighting with each other, debate unfolded, reminiscent of a battlefield, where Idia was trying to decide whether she was considered normie or not.

“So she’s the reason you’re playing?” Yuu continued her attempts in restoring the conversation and getting it back on track, finally remembering her plan.

“Y-yeah,” Idia answered, seeing the monitor turning off behind her back. “A-and what’s the reason you are playing?”

He thought it was Neige at first. They had a thrilling discussion, after all, it would be just as logical for her to play for simping. He had no interest in romancing all characters, all that matters is his bias’ words regarding true route. In an interview, she said that she was incredibly happy to play in a new role. Moreover, the voicelines of the heroine were very emotionally different from those she voiced in other routes.

That could play for Yuu simping over Neige as well, right? He’s new to this whole games industry, it was normal for everyone to appreciate his work? Or so Idia thought.

“I just happen to like otome games,” she shrugged. “I like the characters and the story, too.”

“It's dumb as hell though…” Idia mumbled, noticing Yuu frowning.

“The hell? The game is top-tier, it’s impossible not to notice. Have you ever read the reviews? No one has unlocked the true ending yet, and it’s so fucking thrilling. It’s such a challenge!! And you think it’s dumb?”

“MinjiU is slaying all by herself, though,” Idia regained his confidence once more, his smile sly.

Yuu got startled for a moment, feeling rage overwhelming her, but what was the reason? It was just his opinion, he could think whatever he wanted to, she had no right to prevent him from it. And yet…

Something irked her.

“Never took you as someone who turns down the challenge.”

“Huh?!” He frowned at her. “Who said I’m turning it down?”

“I will be the one who reaches 100% clear first-try true route, obvi~” Yuu grinned.

“Ha, says someone who never used presents for characters for unlocking extra secret CG.”

“Ugh how did you!ー” Yuu paused and bit her lip. She didn’t notice him watching her playing, for how long has he been doing it? Was it just today? If it was, then she opened her in-game inventory just once by accident, how could he manage to get this that quickly…

“Classic normie behavior spotted, lol!” Idia folded his hands, laughing at her.

“Call me normie once again, and I’ll!..”

“What? Don’t know how to fight back, normie ?”

“Shut the fuck up, you won’t handle my top-tier references, you can cry about it. Oh to be you, not knowing my world games masterpieces.”

They continued bickering, completely forgetting what was the reason in the first place. Yuu didn't seem to realized she forgot to save the game, when the lights went off in the entire dorm just for a half of a minute, but this case got all Yuu and Idia’s attention.

Great, stuck with a normie girl in a complete darkness, what a flop era of mine, Idia thought, revealing his tablet and tapping really fast, his focused face was illuminated by the bluish glow from the tablet. Yuu heard a mechanical sound, followed by another bluish glow in an opposite way of the lobby, so she guessed it was Ortho who floated into the room.

“Oi, Ortho, what happened?”

“My sensors indicate that the freshmen in the system room caused a short circuit. One minute, I'll restore the lighting.” With that being said, Ortho closed his eyes, then suddenly the whole lobby was being illuminated again. Yuu blinked twice, trying to get used to the light. “All done!”

“Thank you,” Idia smiled.

“Hello again, Ortho,” she smiled as well but then finally noticed her PC was shut. “Oh shit.”

“Is there a problem, Yuu?” Ortho floated to her, and then looked at the monitor too. “Oh…”

“I forgot to save my walkthrough… Shit, there was like, a lot of time spent on this route…”

“ Go cry about it or what did you say?” Idia went back into a mode where he freely mocked her, ignoring the upsetting state she was in.

“Big brother, it’s bad to talk that way to Yuu! But I don’t believe there’s a way to restore the data, I’m sorry, prefect…”

“I’ll manage I guess… It’s just.. Ugh, I feel like a fool after saying I’ll reach the true ending first. What am I supposed to do now?”

Idia proceeded to go back to his room, when Ortho suddenly did something similar to clapping his hands and smiling, then grabbed his brother’s hood and tagged him back despite his complaints.

“I know the way out, Yuu!”

“Alright?..” Yuu glanced back at Idia, turning pink. “Does it have something to do with your brother?”

“Yes!” Ortho, despite his small body, was built quite strong, being able to grab her and his brother at once to get closer to each other. “Just finish the last route together!”

Silence. This is it. This is where Idia dies.

“I’M NOT GOING TOー” “I’m sorry, Ortho,” Yuu interrupted him, ignoring Idia turning absolutely crimson at this point. “Idia seems to lowkey being not so fond of the plot and the characters, while I am. I also don’t think your brother really supports this idea either.”

“YES, SHE’S RIGHT, ORTHO, LISTEN TO ANOTHER EXTROVERT HERE.” Idia protested, but still couldn’t make a move, Ortho’s grip on his arm became even stronger.

“It would be such a great experience for my brother to make a friend here in NRC! You seem to have similar interests, too. Oh, I’m sorry if I’m being pushy, I didn’t intend to… But I just think you'll benefit from this too, Yuu.”

Yuu looked at his pure big eyes, filled with a genuine hope, and couldn’t stand against them, raising hands in surrender.

“Alright, alright… I’m doing it just for you, though.”

“Thank you so much!!” Ortho hugged her, turning at his brother, still holding the girl in his hands. “Brother, will you agree, please?..”

“I didn’t add you puppy eyes function, just how the hell..”

“Hehehe,” Ortho laughed. “Don’t worry about my brother’s decision. Well, see you tomorrow, Yuu?”

“Yeah, it’s getting late already. Will you bring your computer here in the lobby by tomorrow, I presume?”

“Why, no!”

This when she and Idia knew it won’t end well.

“Since the computer didn’t save your gaming data for something I think was approximately 5-6 hours, you’ll be playing on my brother’s computer. In his room!”

What the actual fuck she didn’t really subscribed to?

“ORTHO WHAT THEー”

“Okay bye-bye see you tomorrow!!”

Yuu didn’t remember how she got in the Mirror Chamber, but well, she guessed it was another confidant rank she had to max out, speaking Idia’s language. He knew the true choice based on her walkthrough now, after all, it’ll help him to adjust to her gaming pace quite fast. What could go wrong, really?

Yuu thought she heard Idia screaming in desperation in Ignihyde, but decided to return to Ramshackle in peace, thinking whether she should bring some small gift as a partially uninvited guest to Idia’s room tomorrow.

Meanwhile Ortho somewhere in Ignihyde: being happy his little light trick was a huge success.

#twst #twisted wonderland #idia x reader #idia #idia shroud

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the power of love pt four | stranger things ; s.harrington

A/N ; So.. This part came to me out of the blue earlier. I wanted to write something for them but for a hot minute there, nothing I tried seemed to fit. Then while I was cleaning around my house, this came to me and now, here we are. More awkward but cute fluff? Because yeah, that's what this is.

I just wanna say thank you to everyone who has given me feedback on this, y'all truly do not know how much this means to me -be it reblogs, comments, likes, whatever... And y'all don't know how much it inspires me to add to these. I'm just so happy they're out of my head but the fact that people actually seem to be reading them at all has me thrilled. So thank you, thank you, thank you.

Pairing ; Steve Harrington x Henderson!Fem reader.

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; set in s2 with like.. None of the upside down, it's fuckery and it's nasty crusty villian monster things. Nobody will be dying, nobody faces life or death circumstance. This is a slice of life fic. There's a huge bit of nicer!tommy and nicer!carol but this is only because Reader is someone they've deemed 'acceptable' -ie writer is writing this so that they both disliked Nancy due to her attitude and their feeling she was fake / the way she did not return their boy's feelings enough for their liking, aka, two concerned friends.

Tag List ; @musichealsscars @aries-arcade @hcloangcls and @allelitesmut are the only people on my Stranger Things taglist. However I extend a special tag to @rampagewriting --absolutely feel free to ignore this bb!. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Stranger Things, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; writer is an idiot who understands the bare bones about basketball -or any other kind of sport, swearing, cute and awkward lil fluffy flirty moments, internal pining/angst, this is just.. cute. Also, friends to lovers, kind of a little bit of a slower burn.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (pls.. pls... send me things) but they're limited to headcanon asks + filth/fluff alphabet letters at this time-> send me things pls i begggg

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

It was one of the bigger games of the season. Hawkins High was set to square off against their longtime rival, and the winner of the game was going to the first round of the playoffs for state. Steve wasn’t really nervous. Honestly, he didn’t feel anything.

His parents were out of town, of course. But they had called and his father had done that thing where he intimidated him with the whole “You’re a man, son. Get out there and get it done. No excuses, no whining. Just win.”

His mother had been a little gentler, of course, but not by much. And when he asked if they’d at least be around over the weekend or something, she sighed. He could sense her impatience over the phone. Then suddenly, they had to go, his father had some stupid work meeting dinner thing.

Nance wasn’t going to be in the stands tonight, but then when he remembered that, he laughed bitterly to himself because she really hadn’t ever bothered coming.

Tommy’s mom and dad were all going to be there. Billy’s kid stepsister would probably come even if for nothing more than to heckle Billy.

So really, aside from a scout maybe seeing him play tonight and maybe signing him despite the fact he wasn’t particularly motivated to go to college for any reason, he really didn’t have anything to look forward to.

Tommy was pumped already, jumping around the locker room with Billy, the two of them hollering. Just for appearances, Steve tried to do the same, -mostly so he didn’t worry Tommy or anything, but he just wasn’t feeling it.

Just once, he thinks to himself, I wanna have somebody out there for me.

This was his last thought as he stepped out of the locker room and began the walk up the hallway.

It was something he wasn’t really expecting to happen because it hadn’t yet. Not since he started playing in middle school.

So he really didn’t even glance at the crowd in the stands until Billy gave him a harsh elbow to the side once they were sitting in the bottom row of the bleachers on the home side of the gym. “Hey, Harrington?”

“What, Hargrove?”

Billy nods towards the stands and Steve thinks he’s just being a dick, that he’s rubbing it in like maybe his whole family came tonight or something so at first, he doesn’t look.

But then Tommy’s laughter has him curious. “Ya know.. Y’ keep saying she’s just tutoring you, buddy.. But I digress.” Tommy’s looking in the same direction that Billy was seconds ago.

Steve finally looks that way too and that’s when he spots you. But not just you. No, you’re with your best friend Valerie, a girl who looks similar to Valerie that he’s seen around the arcade a time or two, your little brother Dustin and Carol Perkins, who always comes to every single one of Tommy’s games.

“Guess Carol replaced Nic and Stacy, huh?” Tommy muses after a few seconds. Steve is still trying to process. “They’re here with her, then?” and he feels disappointed.

Tommy chuckles. “Actually, they came on their own. Bumped into Carol in the parking lot. So they were already here, buddy. Why? I don’t know.” he shrugs. “I really don’t. Y’know how she feels about sports, man. But she’s here. Name one time the ex did that, huh? C’mon…” he’s taunting, “I’m waitin.”

Billy chuckles. “Still gonna say it’s just tutoring, dumbass?” he asks as he gazes at Steve and shrugs. “You didn’t tell her about tonight and you threatened to kick mine and Tommy’s ass when we said we were gonna so I know I didn’t. You tell her, Tommy?”

“Nope. Not a word.” Tommy promises.

And he’s not lying either. But what he’s not saying is that he overheard you and Valerie talking in the line at lunch and he heard Valerie tell you that Steve’s parents never bother coming. It’s something Carol may or may not have let slip while talking to Valerie even after Tommy told her to leave it alone and just let whatever happens happen.

But Carol wouldn’t be Carol if she weren’t prying or nosing around. For her reputation to be an ice-hearted bitch, Tommy knew she had a softer spot. She was the one who’d kind of just taken both of them under her wing back in middle school, after all.

Steve still couldn’t quite get his head around it. And he didn’t dare let that sliver of hope grow, not even a little. Because the last time he thought what he felt was serious and real and maybe this time, he’d be enough… He hadn’t been.

But the other side of his brain was at war with this. You were here. And he hadn’t said a single word to you about the game tonight beyond this afternoon, when he mentioned that it wasn’t a big deal despite, according to you, being stressed out enough to shoot off into space yet again. After another one of your massages, he’d come straight here to get in a little practice with Tommy and Billy before things kicked off.

Up in the stands, you scan the front row where the team is sitting. Dustin spots him first and with a grin, he nudges you. “Over there. And he’s looking up here, too.”

“Fuck.” you feel that swarm of bees in your stomach start to buzz around again and you pull yourself together enough to meet Steve’s gaze after looking in the direction Dustin just was.

It’s probably your nerves or the loud crowd around you or you making a mountain out of a molehill, but you can feel yourself heating up all over. Swallowing hard as you give him this awkward little smile and wave and then immediately try to tug down the old Hawkins High Physical Ed shirt that you’d cropped just a little too short earlier before leaving Valerie’s house.

You still couldn’t believe you’d let her talk you into coming tonight, what if this made things weird? You were just starting to feel like you were getting to know the real Steve Harrington. Not the ‘King Steve’ version everybody else got. You were just starting to really like and enjoy being around him, too. The last thing you wanted was to go and do something like showing up tonight to watch him play and making it all weird. What if he didn’t want anybody to actually know you were friends to begin with?

Dustin nudges you. “I want food.”

You grumble, but you dig around to find him some money to make a concessions run with Valerie’s little sister Gia before the game starts. They’re wandering off and Valerie laughs softly. “He’s starin awful hard. I told ya that shirt would do it.”

“I did not wear this for him. I wore it cos I wanted to.” you’re quick to assert, the bright orange lightning bolt earring in your ear banging soft against the side of your neck as you whip your head to the side to look at her.

But deep down, you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that maybe seeing him tonight had just a little to do with your outfit choice. And maybe to dig a little deeper, it had everything to do with overhearing Nancy Wheeler and Barb Holland talking in the bathroom earlier today and Nancy saying that she just ‘didn’t see you with him.’ whatever the hell that meant.

Nobody saw her with him either, it’s not like she has any room at all to be smug or anything because look what she went and did when she had him.

You’re staring at him again before you can stop yourself, your body on fire under a melted chocolate gaze. Your hand raises and a strand of your hair winds around your finger. Just to dispel some of the tension and a little of the anxiety you’re feeling, you make a funny face at him and stick out your tongue. You see him give you that stupidly sexy grin and you give him a thumbs up.

The coach puts him in the game about the same time that Dustin and Gia come back into the gym, having a very vocal conversation with a lot of hand gesturing about something, some game he goes to play with Mike, Lucas and Will most weekends.

Valerie nudges you.

“Do ya think your brother’s ever gonna figure out my little sister’s crazy about him?” she asks, making you laugh to yourself. He’s totally oblivious.

You glance at the two and grin softly, shrugging. “I dunno. But it’d do him some good. He was real bummed when Lucas and Max started dating cos he liked her first. And he looks happy right now.”

One of the boys on the other team has it in for Tommy, Billy and Steve. He shoves Tommy first and beside you, Carol is on her feet. “Hey asshole!”

You’re laughing to yourself a little. But then the guy shoves Steve and the end result is Steve skidding across the hardwood floor.

“Hey dipshit, can you walk and chew gum at the same time or are you just tryin to murder somebody tonight? Why the fuck is he not benched?” you yelp, throwing your hands up as you give the referee an annoyed look.

Valerie is beside herself laughing. Right up to the point when the guy goes after Billy.

“You put one bruise on his beautiful Adonis like body and I’m comin down there my damn self.” Valerie yells out. Loud.

This has both you and Carol pivoting your heads to look at her as both her little sister and your little brother try to shrink way down in the row they sit on in front of the three of you. Dustin’s snickering when he looks at you the second time the opposing team’s player shoves Steve.

“Think I’d get suspended if I went down and just punched the guy in the balls?” you muse aloud, rubbing your chin in thought.

“If he touches one hair on Tommy’s head again, I’m right behind you.” Carol admits with a laugh.

“If he even looks at Hargrove, I’m gonna claw his eyes out.” Valerie mumbles, flipping off the player in question when he locks eyes eyes with her and winks right after getting benched by his coach for all the shoving he's just done to the three boys in question.

“Do you three mind? We’re watchin the game, damn.” Gia throws up her hands as she whirls around to look at the three of you. “I’ve got money ridin on this, jesus christ!”

Carol snickers and gazes at Valerie. “Maybe this isn’t so bad. It’s definitely better than having to share a row with somebody I’m not even naming.”

“Ya mean the wet mop?” Valerie snickers quietly.

“Okay, both of you. Nancy isn’t that bad. Knock it off.” you mumble, earning you a weird look from Valerie and Carol.

“Girl… After you and I both overheard her saying what she did in the girls bathroom?” Valerie’s brow raises and you shrug. “Look.. I’m not competition. I’m not even in the game as far as I know. If she has a problem, that’s on her. Not me.” you shrug again as you point it out. "She had him and she gave him up. That's her issue. Not mine. It's not my business anyway, I mean.. Just his tutor.. Maybe his friend, i dunno..."

“Oh my god, she really is oblivious as hell. You weren’t lying, Valerie.”

Valerie shrugs. Ruffles your hair which has you giving her a dirty look. “It took two freaking hours to get it to at least behave this much.”

Around the break in the middle of the game, the three of you wander down from the bleachers. You’re in line at the concession stands waiting for nachos, your cheesy jalapeno fries and Carol’s diet soda when Carol speaks up. “The coach likes me. As in, he’ll totally let me… and possibly both of you, go over and give them something to drink if it’s water. My big idiot looks like he’s not nearly hydrated enough…” Carol is smirking as she says it.

Every part of you starts to say that’s girlfriend behavior and you do not want to come off weird or clingy or anything, but while your brain is on a time out after witnessing Steve just rip off his jersey top and throw it when he got benched before the break in the game for finally shoving the other guy back, Valerie answers for both of you.

“Okay, bet. We’re in.” she’s grinning. Valerie is probably the boldest girl you know and you just have a feeling that she’s not going to stop until she’s gotten a certain bad boy’s attention. You? Not so much so. You just don’t want to lose the budding friendship and you don’t dare to hope for anything else.

“Well?” Carol is looking at you.

You remember the fact that Steve is the only person on his team without anybody here tonight.. Technically untrue because that is the entire reason you agreed to come with Valerie and bring your brother to spend time with Gia tonight… And you just can’t not do… something.

Friends take their guy friends something to drink at breaks in games too… Right?

Right.

And that’s what you’ll stick to.

You smirk and nod. “Yeah. I’m in.”

You dig out some more money and pay for your loaded fries, a bottled water and two sodas -one for you, one for Dustin. And then, on very shaky legs, you are sneaking around the court with Carol and Valerie, using the two of them for cover.

Carol talks to the coach for a second or two and then after the coach grumbles but nods, she smirks in her triumph.

And she grabs you by the elbow and practically thrusts you at Steve.

“Uh…” your brain and your mouth are doing it again, that stupid thing where they hate working together. When you feel your exposed midriff brush against his abs, you nearly choke on your tongue and finally, you remember the whole reason you’re even over here on this side of the court to begin with. You hold up the bottled water and as you’re doing that, your eyes catch on the way he’s got a handprint shaped bruise on his bicep where one of the guys grabbed him earlier in the game and another shoved him from behind.

You cringe as you gaze at it, and before your super strong built in censor can kick in to stop you, you’ve raised a hand and your fingers gingerly graze the bruise. “Ouch. At least the ref finally benched that fucking jerk.” you mumble.

Steve chuckles quietly. And he can’t stop staring at the cropped shirt. Or the way your height makes the top of your head hit just at the center of his chest. You’re rambling again and kind of flushed and it’s cute, it really is. He always wants to ask you if he makes you nervous because to him, it seems like he does. He just always stops himself.

His hand settles against your hip. “It’s fine. Hazard of playin.” he shrugs. “Thank you.” it comes out quieter. Way huskier than he means it to. And he’s stepped closer before he can stop himself. “I’m glad you’re here.”

You want to kick yourself when instead of actual words, your mouth opens and you giggle like some little girl with a crush instead. When you giggle and shrug at him, he’s staring down at you intently. Like he’s lost in thought.

Carol and Valerie stop by you and grab your arm, you’re laughing and waving and you yell “Hey, good luck, break a leg,.. I mean not really, but like.. Yeah.” you want to kick yourself again.

He managed to fluster you without even trying.

And for the rest of the game, Carol and Valerie have so much fun taunting you about your awkwardness. But you don’t really care. Because making him smile was nice. And it was one of his rarer real ones,too.

That was worth it.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem reader #steve harrington x reader imagine #steve harrington x fem reader imagine #steve harrington x henderson!reader

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Just Go With It

I don’t want to think about how this is the end of a show I've really enjoyed in four short weeks, so I'm really writing these posts to remember how much this show was so darn comforting.

About Youth pt. 4 (3, 2, 1, intro)

Jian still stalking Ray is bothering me, but it’s the plot. Ray deleting all the texts without reading them should bother me, but it doesn’t. Either way, they kissed and made up, so now I can focus on what matters most – the height and age difference *nom nom nom*

In no way, shape, or form is this safe. Teaching someone how to ride a skateboard while on skates is asking for broken bones, but it’s the plot.

I must state it one last time - THIS THEME SONG SMACKS! I cannot get over how good it is! Check on me in five years, and I’ll still be listening to it. It has surpassed Theory of Love’s intro song, and that one doesn’t even have words!

Ye Guang and Ray are definitely long-time friends because even on this double-date, they are making it a competition of who can out-cringe the other by being ridiculously extra next to their boyfriends.

This is also peak best friends’ behavior because Ray was quick with the MY Ye Guang, but Ye Guang was even quicker with the defense and calming tactics. They even walked away together while Jian teases his “little brother” which makes this dynamic perfect.

Ray kissing Jian the night before, and officially declaring him as his boyfriend the next day is why I’m always here for the second couples. I like you + You like me = Tie the Knot Dot Com.

How aggressive Ye Guang was with the bubbles says a lot about how his childhood lacked any fun, but how innocent all of this is should not be ruined by my deep thoughts.

This hug/bag misunderstanding is one of my favorite *tropes* (if that’s what we could call it). Kan telling Thua he was jealous instead of worried on The Eclipse taught me that intonation is the only thing that really changes those two words, and we see it here with bag and hug. 21 Days Theory also had a misunderstanding where Q thought X wanted a kiss, and I like these *misunderstandings*, mostly when they lead to hugs, kisses, and confessions. More, please!

I refuse to mention anything about these horrible parents and their horrible discussion (raised by a single mother, I was!), but ending on this shot where the mom keeps saying that BOTH of them love Ye Guang, yet the father isn’t even looking at him crying…what this show got right, it really got right.

Ugh, his f*cking parents! There. A. Pee. I promise; it works wonders! The first thing we learn in therapy: nobody is responsible for YOUR emotions except you. Quit harping on your CHILD!

Ray noticing his best friend is not doing well is why they are BEST FRIENDS! This show gets it right. Earlier Ye Guang was worried that Ray was dating that bad guy, and now Ray is worried for his friend.

OH WOW! I was expecting him to fail because he was under stress; I was not expecting him to fail because HE WANTED TO! Wow! I...I...LOVE IT

The tiny rainbow from the sun. I see you, bb.

I’m not going to care about these parents and these ridiculous questions as they are watching their son CRY. Did we do something wrong? Are we wrong? YES, you sasquatches! You did EVERYTHING wrong! You’re over there DAY DRINKING while your kid is having a breakdown. Yet here we are trying to make excuses for them. *puts on Hogwarts professor cap* “One-point deduction for this plot line!”

Xu Qi Zhang has the best accessories. The pink Converse and now the little drumstick keychain.

Why did Xu Qi Zhang deter his mother from going to see him perform?! She deserves to see him in person! There are other people there watching them, so why couldn’t the mom go? Urgh!

I swore the whole point of this show would be the student president election, yet it was a mere mention of “I’m not running” and it’s done. I wonder if Chen Junwei dropped out as well.

Wait, hold on a minute! This montage reminded me - Did Ye Guang even realize they had met the year before in the rain?!

You know what? I don’t even care! This show was cute. It did its job.

8/10 - half a point deduction for Jian’s stalking, half a point deduction for spending five minutes in the first and last episode on a music performance instead of the plot, and a whole point deduction for Ye Guang’s parents being the absolute worst.

#about youth #about youth the series #ray x ah jian #xu qi zhang x ye guang #taiwanese bl #my comfort watch #episode 7 #episode 8

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themichaelvan · 1 year

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I posted 5,387 times in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

why nearly every character in all of the fnaf musicals are insane in distinctly different but still very much insane ways: an essay

(this is like 80% from memory and its. checks time 2:15am as of writing this so excuse inaccuracies.)

mark: oh my god starting off with a bang, are we? okay okay. he was there for ONE NIGHT. one. one night. he spent like basically all of it crying in the corner because of puppets. theyre puppets. freddy is literally punted across the room on multiple occasions YOU ARE A FULL GROWN ADULT MARK. "in all my dreams i see / a maze of halls with bloody walls / and countless scrawls reminding me "it's me!"" YOU WERE THERE FOR ONE NIGHT. he IMMEDIATELY decides that the solution to this is not 1) taking it up with his manager 2) just fucking quitting bUT INSTEAD THAT ITS 3) BRING A DUFFEL BAG FULL OF WEAPONS, INCLUDING SEVERAL KNIVES AND GUNS TO HIS WORKPLACE INTENDING TO KILL THE ANIMATRONICS YOU WERE HIRED TO PROTECT. AND THEN THE ONLY THING HE DID TO CHANGE HIS IDENTITY AFTER NEARLY KILLING A MAN AND GETTING CAUGHT WAS TO DYE HIS HAIR. he didnt even change his ADDRESS. dipshit. he acts all tough and crap afterward too like he spent 40 years in prison. he was reduced to literal actual tears by puppets. god i love him so much.

nate: sassed the man holding a knife to one of the animatroniocs he, AGAIN, was HIRED to PROTECT. drove the animatronics to a man they KNOW is willing to use guns to protect himself in the FIRST PLACE. also he just ??? fuckign Had bb on hand like. did they give him bb when he quit the first time?? like. okay. say you have to distract an easily distracted but immensely murderous animatronic and your first thought is "hmm what if i use that rc car that looks like a child from my old workplace". bitch if its been 7 years since i worked there and witnessed a traumatizing event im gonna bury that fucker at the bottom of my closet not just have it with me. also his first concern when he was faced with a very much "i am going to die" situation is that he hasnt caught up on a tv show yet???? nate buddy please i appreciate you but get some self-worth and some therapy while youre at it

aj: he was nearly killed by an animatronic as big as he was, stopped only by like a foot or smth, and then IMMEDIATELY accepted the transfer to ANOTHER place with animatronics in it like. why would you actively choose to keep working with fazbear entertainment. im sure literally any other company ever would look at aj "nearly killed two men because he wanted to work more hours" purple guy and hire him in a millisecond. SPEAKING OF WHICH, HE NEARLY KILLED TWO MEN BECAUSE HE WANTED TO WORK MORE HOURS. DO YOU NEED THE MONEY THAT BADLY OR DO YOU JUST REALLY FUCKING. WANT TO WORK AT FAZBEARS THAT MUCH. i honeslty cant decide which is worse. he also mocked the guy with a chainsaw who burst through the wall not ten minutes before??? who was also like 2 feet away from him???? what were you EXPECTING him to do??????????????????? give you more hours????????????????????????

phone guy: yeah.

mike: looked at the absolute flaming dumpster fire that was the lawsuits, filthy animatronics, extremely low budget, and EXTREMELY sketchy boss that was the new fazbears and said "yeah i can work with this." also i think he got killed by pan stan which is such a sad way to go my god. i dont have quite as much to say about him but i DO love him very much and he REALLY SHOULD HAVE gotten a better job.

lizzy: other than the fact she hasnt quit fazent yet (which is excusable considering it looks like shes looking into the sketchy stuff and is probably mostly there for mikes death), actually not that bad. props to her tbh if i had to deal with a boss like phone guy id go considerably more feral.

those police officers who showed up for like 2 scenes in the og fnaf musical: just fucking, like. let an actual murder perp ESCAPE because they Forgot To Lock The Car And Went To Go Get Food and then just. DIDNT REPORT IT. because this, apparently, is NOT the first time theyve let someone escape, and because theyd LOSE THEIR JOBS IF THEY REPORTED IT. if the police is THAT bad in this town no fucking wonder phone guy's gotten away with everything so far.

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drops dead on the floor

43 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

buddy.... are you..... sweeping..... the evil rune circle............

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SIGHS. okay whatever. 10k notes and i finish reading homestuck

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My #1 post of 2022

i hope the admiral knows i love him

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#y'know i never did get those 10k notes to read homestuck #also ?!?!?!!? WHAT do you mean my 4th blog was fazbear-ent-official i don't even follow them that closely #i could have sworn i did tags with the max amount of characters (139 or smth) too but ...???

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quiixotica · 2 years

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hey cool kids!! i’m mina ( 25, she/her & they/them, mst ) and seeing how i love the damaged kids, i’ll be writing my bb isla serrano, so !!!! if you’d like to plot smash that ♡ button and i’ll come to you or feel free to hmu. 🤗🧡✨

excuse me did you see ALEXA DEMIE hanging around palmwood studios? oh no, that was ISLA SERRANO, the TWENTY-SIX year old actress who plays MANDY VANDERBALL on BEAUTIFUL SMALL UNTRUTHERS. yeah, you know rumour has it she's - IMPETUOUS, and - CODEPENDENT, but her fans all say she’s + SENSUAL, and + ENTERPRISING. around palmwood studios she’s known as THE MANNEQUIN. ( cis woman, she/her )

NAME: isla clementine serrano AGE: twenty-six SEXUALITY: bisexual PRONOUNS: she/her SIGN: taurus sun, pisces moon, & leo rising

HEIGHT: 5’6” EYE COLOR: hazel with amber sparks HAIR COLOR: pitch black BUILD: petite, thin GOOD DAY: urbane, enchanting, articulate, sensual, enterprising, & supportive BAD DAY: impetuous, reserved, distrustful, guarded, escapist, codependent, & stubborn SECRET WISH: to win over her parents approval HOW TO SPOT HER: the graceful figure tending to a garden, soulful eyes withholding tears, diamonds sparkling in the distance, & spearheading at humanitarian benefits

isla serrano was born a star covered in grime and rust. dreaming of the big screen, it was nearly a story to be told to her grandchildren, as you see, isla faced many shortcomings. she didn’t come from a privileged family, and in fact, her parents were quite low on the economical totem pole. not to mention, they were very strict, ruling with an iron fist. they wanted isla to become a doctor, a lawyer, a business owner but certainly not an actress. they held a great deal of expectation, disdain and ruling over her head any time she mentioned her aspirations.

isla felt controlled by her parents, unable to explore life’s great adventures, and she certainly didn’t feel able to express herself. despite this, during middle school, she began to attend acting classes. she didn’t dare disclose this information to her parents, however, and even went as far as to lie and say she was a part of the debate team.

isla wanted more for her future career, though, and that meant attending auditions. come high school, she managed to find a talent agent and with a sprinkle of fabricating her parents signature, she began meeting with casting agents. california brought her many opportunities but one it couldn’t bring her was the courage to tell her parents she had landed a part in a low-budget movie. so, she didn’t.

having run away at seventeen, isla lived out of her 1960’s remodeled ( by none other than isla herself ) volkwagen transporter. it was sort of perfect, as in all fairness, the van acted as her own personal trailer. when the movie was released, isla became the new intriguing name of young hollywood. having won an award for best picture and best rising actress at the sundance film festival, many producers found an interest in this otherwise unknown young star. despite making deals with top studios, isla found herself ruminating on the thoughts her parents might be thinking. she wondered if she had finally made them proud… realistically though, she knew that wouldn’t be the case. so, she stayed away.

isla has since made herself into a household name. though once strictly a movie star, she had taken a break from the silver screen and acting altogether… that was until producers reached out to her management team to offer her a part in beautiful small untruthers. after reading over the script, she fell in love with the clever writing and specifically, the role she was set to play. she found it tantalizing to act out a character so unlike the “pretty/sexy/hot girl” she was typecasted as and so she jumped in head first.

MISC INFO.

isla is also a makeup ambassador for fenty beauty & l’oreal

she loves fixing up new cars and continues to do so in her free time as a hobby. in addition, she has a large, enchanting garden directly behind her house which she created and cares for regularly.

isla attends therapy regularly, and finds herself still grieving over the relationship she lost with her parents.

isla has three furry companions : tippy, who is a cute lil white and apricot bichon puppy, casablanca who is an all white two year old borzoi, & bettie page who is a one year old tiffany cat.

though she drives a jaguar xk120 as an everyday vehicle, she still uses her volkwagen traveler as her trailer when on set !!

#pwshqintro #ˏˋ 𝓭𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓻 ´ˎ — 𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓸 .#this is so rambly #ur a true gem if you read it all

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