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milksuu · 6 months

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…the poly sett/reader/aphelios… ur insane for that one… i need a follow up🤭

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❥ prompt: Sharing is caring. And so is getting along. When it comes to you, Sett and Aphelios are working on it. ❥ content/warnings: mild suggestive themes, fluff, teasing, cuddling, possessive boyfriend behavior ❥ characters/pairings: poly!heartsteel!settphel x f!reader

"This one is so cute, Sett. Your mama really knows which ones to get you," you smiled, rubbing your face against a PoroKing plushie.

"Oh, yeah. When it comes to Ma', I got lucky and ended up with the best," Sett said with a grin, "but, let's be honest here. You're the cutest thing on my bed right now."

Aphelios narrowed his eyes against his computer screen. Clicking and typing away. He was working on a sample Yone had sent him to dabble with for their next song. He would need to ensemble some lyrics to go along with it at some point. Except...he slapped his hands against his desk, turning a sharp chin towards you and Sett.

"Uh-oh," you said, wrapping your arms around Sett's neck. "I don't think Phelly likes us being all lovey-dovey without him."

"Looks like it," Sett agreed with a snaggle tooth smile. "I mean, he's free to come on over when he's done being glued to his computer. He's been ignoring us for hours. What did he expect?"

Aphelios popped the cap off a marker, took up his notepad, and scribbled:

I'm actually working. Unlike someone I know. I wOndEr wHo?

You gasped, covering your mouth. "Phelly's extra sassy today."

"Extra? Nah, he can be worse than this. Believe it or not, he's in one of his better moods today." Sett chuckled, lowering his head and planting a kiss to your collarbone. "Probably because you're here. But it's got me thinkin'. Wonder how his mood will change when I take you all for myself. Right in front of him."

You shuddered at the tingling feeling. "Don't you think you're being a little mean?"

"The boss can't be nice all the time. Sometimes, he's gotta play the big bad wolf," he grumbled a purr, carefully nipping at your chest with his canines. You couldn't help the fluttering of your eyelids and hitched moans.

Aphelios almost snapped the marker in half. He jumped out of his desk chair. And launched a calculated attack while Sett had his arms filled with you.

"Woah! Buddy. What're you doing—?" Aphelios snatched Sett's chin, and planted the black marker against his nose and cheeks. With quick strokes, he painted the look of an actual dog on his face. Whiskers, snout and all. "Wait, isn't this permanent marker!?" Sett released you from his hold, jumping out of the bed and making a beeline for the bathroom.

Aphelios released a 'hmph' with a satisfied glean in his eyes. He sat down next to you, laced his arms around you, and plopped you both against the bed.

"Maybe Phelly's the real villain," you commented, snuggling his bed of hair. "But you two need to play nice. Okay? That was a mean thing to do to Setty. You should both apologize."

There was a twitch in his brow. He was the mean one!? He needed to apologize!? He brought you closer, placing his face between your neck and shoulder. He shook his head back and forth.

"Yes. Phelly. It's the nice thing to do," you said softly. "I know you two won't always get along. But I know you both love each other very much. And I love you both very much, too. And we can show that when we apologize after we hurt one another. Right?"

Aphelios buried himself deeper into the crook of your neck. Muffling his whines and groans into the heat of your skin. He didn't like admitting fault. He'd rather throw a written apology into the nearest burning trash can than give it to the actual person. It wasn't his fault he tended to hold onto grudges. It was always the other person's fault for not taking his personality into consideration. If they cared enough, they would know that about him. And in that case, they were making the conscious decision to be put on his shit list. He was the reasonable one. As far as he could tell.

"Please, Phelly," you asked sweetly, planting a kiss to the top of his head.

He exhaled one last breath of resistance. Somehow, you always had an unfair advantage over him. Slowly, he left the warmth of your body. That was a painful in itself. He almost cowered back into your arms. Needing a bit more strength, he slipped his mask down, and took your lips. Applying just enough pressure to make you both moan. Alright. That's all he needed. He could do this. He took up his notebook and marker.

Just as Aphelios was about to leave the room, Sett appeared from the door. His cheeks bruised red from all the scrubbing he had to do. Aphelios shifted his gaze away. A silent grip ensnared the two. Sett rubbed the guilty knot at the back of his neck. After a moment of silence, he grumbled under his breath. "Listen, Phel—"

Aphelios flipped his notebook around:

Sorry.

Sett stumbled against his words. He hadn't expected Aphelios to be the one to apologize first. Or honestly, apologize in the first place. Technically, it was Sett's own fault for egging him on the way he did. Sett's trouble was evident in the frown lines against his face.

"Yeah. I'm sorry too, Phel." Sett sighed, ears drooped. "I shouldn't have teased ya'h like that. But I couldn't help it. I just wanted you to take a break and cuddle with us. That's all. Hope you can forgive me."

Aphelios paused. The marker squeaked against the paper. He tossed his chin away, cheeks stained pink. He flipped the notepad:

I'll forgive you. On one condition. I'm middle.

Sett's ears perked-up. Grinning like a panting pup, he swooped Aphelio's into his love-crushing arms. You laughed when Sett dove onto the bed, causing you to bounce from the weight. Unraveling Aphelios like a long awaited package, you and Sett planted kisses against his flushed cheeks. The both of you then secured your legs across him, took up his upper-body, and rubbed against his figure in every way possible. Aphelios whined and groaned. He wanted to be cuddled—not suffocated. Of course, with his luck, things had to turn out this way.

an: poly!settphel x reader is my new crack. give me all the fics pls. also, maybe the next part will be nsfw. hmmmm! thank you for the follow req. anon!

#heartsteel #heartsteel x reader #aphelios x reader #sett x reader #settphel #settphel x reader #league of legends #league x reader #poly!settphel x reader

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blackopals-world · 2 years

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I have a silly request that you may or may not enjoy.

Fem!Yuu who came from a long line of chefs and can make just about anything. From quiche to raspberry tarts to katsu sandwiches. She of course decides to share her skills in the form of making each of her friends a different bento catering to their tastes.

When asked why, she simply states that she cares about them and wants to see them well fed. Cue the marriage proposals.

~Okay, I can do that. Not for ever character of course because I have no time. Just allow me my personal flavor.~

"The way to a man's heart"

(part 2 here) (part 3) (part 4)

Characters featured:Azul, Jamil, Ace, Deuce, Malleus, Vil, Idia, and versus staff

"Remeber sweetheart, the way to a man's heart is though his stomach. That's how I got your Baba. It's is also a measurement of love, a good dish is made with 3 cups of love and 4 tablespoons of care and 1 liter of dedication."

Yuu had those words etched in her mind since childhood. Every dish she made was filled with the TLC her family required for the perfect dish.

But being the youngest I such a line meant that she had never had many people outside of the family try her foods.

Mama, Baba, Ye ye, and Lola didn't lie; but they didn't want to hurt her feelings.

So Yuu couldn't help but tremble when she handed the two lunch boxes to Ace and Deuce. It was just before lunch time when she presented them before quickly running off.

She ran to the quad and hid behind an apple tree.

Her plan was to let them eat the lunches and later go to retrieve the boxes to get a review. They wouldn't feel pressured to say anything nice and Yuu would know how she did.

And if they like her cooking then they could be super close and eat lunch like this everyday!

But if they hate it then they might not. They might get mad and never talk to her again.

"Are you trying to poison me? What kind of girl doesn't know how to cook something so basic" Ace would say tossing away her lunch.

"It's not too bad, if it's your first time. I just don't think your cut out to be a chef." Deuce would say turning green.

Yuu managed to make herself depressed from her own imagination as she hid. Her wild imagination tended to get the better of her.

"Hey, Yuu! If you wanted to eat here just say so." Ace said standing behind her with lunch box still in hand.

"It's not a bad spot either. We should eat here more often. It's quieter." Said Deuce next to him.

Yuu internally screamed as they sat to eat. She focused on their every facial expression as they ate.

Ace had Monte Cristo sandwich with a summer fruit salad. He seemed to really like the dip for the sandwich.

Deuce had a simple fried egg sandwich with bacon, and cheese. There was a bit of blueberry jam on the side for the bread.

While the boys ate Yuu didn't notice that they eyed each others food and quickly ate theirs to see if they steal form the other. They guarded their lunch like dogs.

Yuu saw this and her eyes lit up believing they really loved her food. Eagerly she waited for them to finish so she could ask.

"Do you like it?!" Yuu asked

The boys after staring each other down heaped praise on her and asked her to make lunch again.

It became a regular thing as they were already spoiled by Yuu and she loved her first taste testers.

With Yuu reassured of her skills came another challenge. He insatiable need to share her food.

"Good food makes for good company and friends." Ye ye always said.

Food is meant to be shared and it was good for the soul. Many souls in this school needed to be fed. Maybe they'd calm down a little.

So she started supplying her friends with homemade food.

Yuu waited patiently for Jamil after basketball practice with a hefty lunch box. It was buttered chicken curry with jasmine rice. It had a side of vegetable sauté. And of course an after practice energy drink.

She had patted herself on the back for this one. She wanted to impress Jamil.

As she walked along the side of the court she offered Jamil the drink. He took it great fully before eyeing the lunch box suspiciously.

"I made you something to eat. I though you might want something to eat you didn't make yourself for once." Yuu said suddenly self conscious.

Floyd must have heard because he rudly began interrupting.

"Oh, sea snake is are so lucky! I want a shrimpy wife to cook for me too!" He whined loudly.

The "Ooo"'s that came from the other basketball club members made Jamil's ears turn red.

"Shut up Floyd!" Yuu yelled at him with her face burning.

"I'm sorry Yuu. You know how guys are. Thank you for doing this for me." Jamil said quietly trying to hid his face.

"It's no problem Jamil. I really wanted you to try this." Yuu said softly.

Just as she said this Jamil looked over his shoulder to the the boys laughing before leaning down and kissing Yuu's forehead.

"I wanted to thank you properly." Jamil said smiling before leaving to sit down to eat with Yuu.

She was an amazing cook and it felt good to be cooked for. It reminded him of when he didn't need to care for Kalim.

"I wish I could eat this everday." Jamil said absent-minded.

Yuu's eays widened before laughing. He didn't mean it. Right?

There were times Yuu casually dropped off dishes.

Korean barbecue for Epel

Ratatouille for Rook

Fresh baked pie for Silver

None of this escaped Vil's notice who wondered why Yuu never came around to give him anything. I wasn't as if he didn't eat.

Though if memory serves he has turned his nose up at certain foods around her. She probably didn't want to be told her food wasn't good enough.

To Vil it didn't matter, if she was a chef she should know her customers tastes. Never mind that he wasn't a customer nor was she being paid to cook, his feeling were hurt.

But as luck would have it Yuu didn't forget him.

"Vil-sama! Here!" Yuu practically bubbled with energy was she leaned over Pomefiore's kitchen counter.

Epel was currently face deep in a slice of apple-apricot pie. and ice cream.

Vil hoped that she wasn't expecting him to eat that as he wouldn't have that much gusto. He didn't have the heart to lecture Epel on manners with Yuu around but he had no problem after she was gone so he better injoy it while he can.

"Try some." Yuu held out a cup of green liquid.

Yuu held out a cup of green tea with a palte of fresh sushi.

"Traditional green tea doesn't go well with heavy or greasy foods so I made some simple salmon sushi to help clean your palette." Yuu said smiling.

Vil took a sip and smiled at her.

"It's good. I wish I could drink this every morning." Vil said eating a piece of sushi.

Yuu turned pink as she quickly excused herself.

Azul was the greediest of her friends. He loved trying new foods but especially fried chicken.

Azul eagerly awaited when Yuu entered the lounge with food in hand. They would eat in his office as Azul would try to trick Yuu into working hin the kitchen.

Even though he was trying to convince her to work for him the job offer was as a personal chef because he didn't want to share. Another reason she didn't agree.

"I just want to eat with you everyday." He said slyly over his Frutti di Mare. "Don't you want to eat with me too?"

Yuu bit the inside of her cheek as she turned red.

"Azul that's not funny. Don't say that unless you mean it." Yuu said stiffly.

"But I do mean it. Cross my heart." Azul said more earnestly but Yuu quickly said goodbye and fled. Azul was left confused.

The next day Yuu spent lunch hiding in the teacher's lounge. She was allowed to as Crewel's pseudo daughter and bringing lunch.

Crewel dug into his beef stroganoff as he listened to Yuu's concerns.

"I don't know what to do! Pa, I can't face them again!" Yuu panicked her hands waving frantically.

"Slow down my pup. What happened." Crewel said unfazed by Yuu's familiar. She's expressive he'll give her that.

"Jamil, Vil and Azul asked to marry me!" Yuu shouted before slapping a hand over her mouth. Blabber mouth.

(telling someone you want to eat their cooking or drink their tea everyday could be considered a proposal. I just happens that in Yuu's family that how they propose marriage traditionally.)

There was a sharp spitting sound from across the room as Sam burst out laughing making seafood gumbo splattered.

"Congratulations, sugar! I always knew you were a charmer. It's no wonder all the boys want you!" Sam laughed.

"It's highly inappropriate. You're all to young to even think of such things." Trein said stiffly as he put down his spoon and stopped eat his potage parmentier.

Divus stared blanky before asking again. Crowley would raise hell over this if he didn't do it first. His puppy can't get married. Not yet.

Yuu found herself at ease after it was explained that people don't propose that way here.

Feeling better she waited late for her nightly walk with Malleus. She made a late night snack of soft madelines and a thermos of cinnamon hot chocolate.

Malleus was more then happy to accept her gift. They sat in glen snacking before Malleus spoke up.

"I heard you are getting engaged." He said drinking hot chocolate

"No I'm not." Yuu sighed because of course he heard.

"I see, so they were all unacceptable. Please consider me an option then. I would happily marry you and eat with you everyday!" Malleus said taking Yuu's hand and getting on one knee.

Yuu almost fainted in shock.

'Papa you lied!'

(Bonus)

"Idia please come out! I brought you some Gyros." Yuu called out from behind the door.

Yuu had been working hard to lure Idia outside and was making progress. Soon enough Idia will be eating in the cafeteria before he knows it.

It was like getting a feral cat socialized as Idia cautiously opened the door. He knew to be wary of Yuu's offerings but like the call of a harpy he does as she wants. Everyday she lures him further away from his safe space.

"I made some tortoise candies last night." Yuu said holding the golden lollipop.

Idia would have to steel himself for this one.

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emeraldborealis · 4 months

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It Will Come Back

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GN!reader

TW//CW: Angst, dog motif, a flicker of fluff if you squint really hard, no use of y/n. RE6 era Leon.

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Part two

Don't give strays a warm meal, they'll come back for more. Don't domesticate a wild animal, they bite when you make them nervous. Leon seemed to be a stray you couldn't get rid of. Even when you tried, he'd show up on your doorstep drunk, howling like a mutt for attention. Knowing you'd let him in if he tried long enough, and you couldn't turn away someone in need of love.

He'd leave as quick as he'd come, gone as soon as something became consistent and reassuring.

You couldn't blame him, you knew he worked some highly secret job that was constantly calling him away. But he'd leave even when he wasn't working. You didn't know where he went, you were pretty sure he didn't have his own apartment, considering how much of his stuff he'd snuck into your house over months of coming and going.

Somehow you always knew when it was him at the door, no one else really came over, and never at the hours he'd come.

Getting up from the couch you opened the door, Leon was standing there, leaning against the doorway, his eyes already begging to come inside. "Hey, sweetheart."

"Don't sweetheart me." Despite your words you moved to let him inside, you always did. You let him in as often as he'd come back. You weren't sure you were capable of turning away a wet dog.

He stepped inside, slipping off his shoes, a promise to stay a while, even if he never did. "Don't be mad at me, you know how I am." He begged with those soft blue eyes of his, the ones that looked like gusts of a perfect storm, a warm rain where spots of blue sky were still peeking through the clouds.

And just like that, he was forgiven.

You knew better than to let him in, you both were just waiting for the cycle to stop. But neither of you would put an end to it. Why? Because he was funny, and he was sweet, a dog who bites isn't always bad company. And he'd never stop coming back as long as you kept offering him love, something consistent, and something he could keep safe.

"Whatever." You helped him with his jacket, noticing the way he winced when he moved, did he come just to lick his wounds? "You eaten yet?"

"No, you offering to feed me?" Leon smiled softly at you, moving to wrap his arms around you, you let him, against your better judgment. He was always so warm, and he always had this sweetness to him when he'd first arrive, after he got passed the kicked puppy phase he had this soft innocence sometimes, like the person he once was before all the hell would peek out from within him.

Sometimes he felt more like a wolf, someone hungry and willing to devour you whole, just to keep you as his, keep you away from anything wanting to hurt you.

"I have some leftovers." You leaned into him for a moment, before pulling away to lead him into the kitchen. He followed close on your heel, not quite bold enough to hold your hand as he followed.

Opening your fridge you grabbed the leftovers of your dinner, you were going to take them to work for lunch, but Leon was more important. You could always buy lunch somewhere, maybe convince your favorite coworker to go with you, spot them to convince them so you wouldn't have to go alone.

"You like meatballs with rice?" You ask to fill the silence as you put it on a plate and into the microwave.

"I like your cooking. So yes." He stood right beside you, barely giving you space to move.

"Do you come just for my food? Maybe a warm bed?" Your tone was sharper than you'd meant it to be, making you inwardly cringe, you didn't want to cut.

"Maybe I do." He took it in jest, letting it pass without showing pain. "Maybe I just like you."

"If you really liked me you wouldn't leave so much." You crossed your arms, not meaning to get so defensive so suddenly.

Leon seemed to think for a moment, he didn't want to bite back, not today. Not yet. "You know how I am. Don't let me in if you don't want me to come back." He gently grabbed your wrists, uncrossing your arms to force you to relax with him.

You were about to say something more when the microwave beeped, interrupting you. Taking a deep breath you moved to grab him his food.

"I appreciate you always feeding me." He moved to be standing directly behind you as you grabbed the hot glass plate from the microwave. You nearly tripped on him when you turned around, but he caught you, taking the plate from you he grabbed a fork from a drawer and planted himself at your table.

Getting both of you a glass of water you joined him at the table. "It's fine." You handed him his glass, which he immediately drank from.

"No juice?" He looked at you from over the rim of the glass.

"It's expensive, only have it for special occasions now." You drank from your own glass of water.

"I'll buy you some, your favorite kind." He continued to eat, shoveling the food you'd given him down his throat, either he hadn't eaten in a while, or he wasn't sure if he'd be leaving soon.

"You don't have to." Despite his flaws he was sweet, always trying to do nice things for you, like your dishes, or folding your laundry, things you hated to do yourself.

"You deserve juice, so I can have some too." He drank more of his water, a mischief in his tone and playfulness in his eyes.

"Oh, I see how it is." You playfully rolled your eyes at him, seeing his true intentions here.

"What? I deserve some juice, don't you think?" He kept playing, having some light banter for once, finishing his food and water, taking his plate and glass to the sink to wash them, he washed the container the food was in too.

Sudden memories of the yelling match you two had the last time he'd showed up at your door came to memory. You'd told him not to come back again, he'd said some hurtful words, hell, you had too. But he still came back to your door.

"Why do you keep wincing when you move your shoulder? What'd you do to yourself?" You changed your subject of thought, trying to be worried for him rather than reignite your anger towards him, or your hurt feelings. He was here now.

"Just work." He always said that whenever you asked about his injuries, his scars, his bruises, hell even his broken bones.

"Okay." You didn't push it, you knew better by now. "Be more careful."

A small pause in conversation ensued, a quiet hum from Leon as his acknowledgement of your words.

"What have you been up to? Any hot dates or guys I need to chase off?" He always tried to hide his insecurity through jokes and lightheartedness, it's not like you two were dating, but he wouldn't let you date someone else.

"Nope. Never is." You got up from the table, walking into the living room, Leon right on your heels, grabbing ahold of your hand as he followed you to the couch.

"Good. That's good." As soon as you'd sat down he was on top of you, pulling you to lay down, positioning himself between your legs to lay his head on your stomach. You were used to this by now, absentmindedly playing with his hair, tangling your fingers in his blonde locks as he tried to let himself relax, a soft groan of pain escaped him as his hurt shoulder let go of it's tension.

You knew he'd probably be gone tomorrow, and you'd let him leave. You wouldn't ask him to stay, you never did.

You snaked your other arm around him, holding him closer to you, smiling softly as you didn't smell alcohol on him this time. "You can rest here whenever you need to. I don't mind being your shelter, even if sometimes I do."

He didn't say anything, just nuzzled his head against your stomach, rubbing his nose against the fabric of your shirt, gently pushing it up a little, just to get to skin.

He'd always come crawling back, always with different intentions, but he'd always come back. Whimper and howl at your door until you let him back in, bite if you threatened his welcome, or if you tried to get too close. He was a bit skittish sometimes, untrusting you when you let him in, other times he'd be all over you.

"Don't let me in with no intention of letting me stay." He mumbled against your skin, gently biting at your stomach, the sensation nearly made you blank on what he'd said.

"I never turn you away." You gently pulled him by his hair, making him look up to you.

"You don't ask me to stay. We both know you're tired of this game, just stop letting me in, stop feeding me, stop talking to me, stop smiling at me like that, stop holding me like this if you don't want me here. I know, I'm a stray, you see me like a dog. Maybe I am a dog, maybe I'm the mutt you believe me to be. I bite the hand that feeds me. I hate you." He suddenly snapped at you, his words seemingly coming from nowhere, but this had been a long time coming. The catalyst? Maybe a bad mission. He didn't talk about work much but it was more than taxing. "I'm a dog for everyone."

"You hate me?" You sat up, pulling your shirt back down. "Don't even start that with me. No you don't. Or- maybe you do, but if you did, why would you come back even after I've told you to go?"

"Because you let me back in. You won't abandon me, even when you try to. I come back because I know I can. I always can with you." He pushed you back down, his hands on either side of your head, trapping you down. "I don't want to hurt you. But that's all I do. That's all I've ever done. Hurt."

"Leon, what are you even talking about? That's not all you do." You accepted being under him, letting him have you as he wanted you, it was no use fighting him on this. He wouldn't hurt you. Never.

"It is. All I do is fail others, I work, I try, and It's not enough. I can't work harder than I am. They already have everything above my head, and I couldn't stop them from taking more. I can't save the people who deserve to live." This wasn't about you, something had gone wrong at work.

"Not everything can be on you." You tried to sit up again, but he pushed you back down. "You're one person, all you can do is all you can do."

He took a deep breath, changing the subject, not wanting to get you in on his work things. "Why do you let me back in every time?"

You honestly didn't know the answer to that, you'd asked yourself the same question many times. "You keep coming back." You finally answered.

Leon sat up, pulling you up with him, before he stood up. "Then I'll be back." It was spoken as a warning. You tried to grab him, but he was already out of your reach, grabbing his jacket and putting on his shoes before walking out the door. Leaving you alone. Again.

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iwaasfairy · 11 months

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Iwa-nii but make him stalk me and be so obsessed with me, but I’m a oblivious head in the clouds kinda little sister and he’s my silent broody big brother noooo he would never hurt anyone iwa-nii isn’t like that~ I don’t believe u cause he’s the sweetest kindest and bestest big brothur~ in the whole wide world he’s just a grumpy dog sometimes- shhh don’t tell but I have to let him sleep in my bed every night bc he has nightmares isn’t he just the cutesttt ☺️🥺

tw incest, coercion, fingering, semi-public

"I don't know..." he smiles guiltily, "isn't he a little overbearing about you?"

You don't get it. "Niichan?" You've never really thought about it. Of course Hajime is around a lot, but he's your brother. He's the only sibling you have, and you've always been close. Isn't it only normal? "I don't know," you honestly say, pouting as he leans back onto your bed and the shift pulls you a little closer to him. "I think he's just... protective. That isn't bad, is it?"

His pretty smile slips a little, before he shrugs. "Do you even get to have any alone time like that? Or hang out with guys?"

"I hang out with you." You shift towards him when his hand lands on top of your thigh, and the heat of it makes your entire face a little hot. It's that giddy sort of feeling that has you looking down, and biting your lip when his hand comes under your chin to lift it. Your door slams open, and you jump.

Hajime's never dressed inappropriately, not even in his own room, but freshly showered from practice and sweatpants hung low on his hips is something. He's got a nasty glare under dark lashes as he stands in the doorway, and looks even bigger and more muscular than usual. It must be your imagination, but your throat dries a little when he catches your eyes and his anger radiates off of him.

You didn't do anything wrong, did you? You couldn't have. Niichan's not so kind or so patient when he walks up and grabs you by the arm, pulling you away from your classmate. "We need to talk. Now." He basically flings you towards the door before walking up to the other brunet on the bed. "I want you gone when I get back. Don't try me." And then your hand is in his and you're struggling behind him with a whimper.

"Ouch, niichan, that hurts." You're pushed up against the wall of the bathroom as he shuts the door behind him, and then crowds into your space so close that you can feel the way his heart beats hard against you. "What? You're mad?"

"Wh- I-" he starts, before taking a second to breathe, having the air dust over your nose. He can't be mad at you. You don't want him to be. Your arms wind around his waist as you stare up at him with searching eyes, and not for nothing, that seems to calm him enough for him to cup your face and pull you close to him. "No boys. I told you, no boys."

"I know, but- he's my friend."

"He's a guy. You don't know what guys are thinking when you touch and play like that-"

"And you do?" you quickly say back, expecting ... well, something other than the deadpan look Hajime nii gives. He seems to mull it over, before leaning in so your noses are touching and your back is flat to the wall.

"Think about it real hard." His hand slides along your jaw to your neck, before he wraps his fingers into your hair and blinks. "What do I do when we're sleeping together? You think I don't see," the curve of his lips is distracting, getting closer and closer and- "you're pretty. I tell you that, don't I?" Well, he does, but- but-

Before you can answer, he turns you around so your stomach and chest is pushed to the wall, and his body melts to your back as his lips brush the shell of your ear. "When we cuddle, you didn't notice?" His waist is pushing against you now, and it feels familiar, the closeness, the heat, the tingle in your lower belly like you're needing something. His crotch brushing against your ass like it does some mornings, or when you two cuddle in the couch, when he gets home to hold you from behind.

He rolls his hips into you, and his lips press to the sensitive skin behind your ear. "Liar. You knew that niichan wants to have sex."

"I- I didn't-"

"You did know." His other hand trails up and down your belly for long enough to have your pussy clenching around nothing, and you shake your head as his fingers slide under your waistband. "Say 'niichan'."

It isn't much of a demand. The soft breath almost comes naturally. "Niichan. I- your c- your- thing is pushing against me." It is, and he doesn't seem to have any shame as he rocks it against your butt and hums into your skin.

"Say 'niichan wants to fuck me'." You immediately squeak and shake your head even with his fist of your hair, as he kisses, grinds, as his hand trails down into your undies to hear a obvious squelch. "Say it, or I'll go beat your little boyfriend to shit instead. Come on."

"Niichan wants to fuck me..." Your eyes are teary as his fingers slide between your lips and his rough palm rubs against your clit. You can't even think, let alone keep up with what he's saying. You love Hajime nii. You love him so much. What the hell can you do? "Niichan... wants to fuck me."

"Uhuh. Niichan wants to put his cock into that little sister pussy. Like it's supposed to be." Your pussy clenches around his two fingers as he slips them in and a soft breath of surprise, or a light moan maybe, comes out of him. His hard cock is making your entire body feel like fire and water, leaning into his touch. It feels so good, and his chest is pressing against you, beating hard— and your body rocks along. "Now say 'you want niichan to fuck you too'."

#honey mail #iwa day! drabbles #🍯honey.pot #tw.incest #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #hq smut #hq x reader

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emmyrosee · 11 months

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are u down 4 sum lil angst?? well, i'm just curious how would it be being the famous star volleyball player, Sakusa Kiyoomi's TOTGA?

YOU HAD N O RIGHT MATE

ok so fun emmy history, back when I was a wee child and before the miya twins were even a thing, i wrote a self insert that I’m still weirdly proud of today so congratulations, you scratched that memory HHEISBSOSN-

Hey! Future Emmy here. so... major tw; kiyoomi is very mean, extremely toxic, and i for sure went overboard, but there's a lot of blaming and yelling and just. ugh. this piece hurt my own heart smh.

But listen. You slipped into Sakusa Kiyoomi’s life surprisingly. He wasn’t expecting you or even just to date at all, you were just at the right places in the right times where he finally felt at ease in your presence. You just understood who he was beyond surface level, and he’d never had that in someone before.

You loved him before he was cool, before he was anyone other than a top ace in Japan. You were the first to tell him it was okay to mess up, do something other than eat drink and sleep volleyball, even if he wants it to take up most of his time.

Time, he no longer has, when he gets injured.

It wasn't like it was an inopportune time- though, as a college athlete, there really is no good time to get injured- if anything, it was spontaneous and had he not had dreams of making it big, he'd never think twice of it.

But he gets injured. Junior year of college, just as his name starts to grow in the industry, and he gets injured. Bad ankle, it’s actually a former injury from his childhood that apparently didn’t heal right.

There’s articles that spread about Bokuto Koutarou, how he’s climbing the ranks and how Miya Atsumu, the same little rat who bothered him in high school received an offer from god knows what team, and he’s fuming.

That should be him and his setter getting those offers and climbing that ladder, it’s been him and him alone for years, and he knows it's bitter to hate people for their successes, but its not fucking fair, he deserves more than this.

He deserves more than doctors trying to encourage surgery to heal at the sacrifice of volleyball, he deserves more than flowers and cards of best wishes, more than Miya Atsumu texting him to see if he's okay, he deserves more than any being on earth could give him.

And that includes you.

"Baby, did you finally call the surgeon?" You ask, coming in with a water bottle and a cup of his meds.

Apparently, that's more than enough to set him off.

"I don't need surgery."

He hears you sigh, "the doctor says the tear is too big just for physical therapy, you'll need the extra support-"

"In case you forgot, I was fucking there."

His breath becomes hot, and he can't peel his eyes from the commercials playing on the tv. The room suddenly feels suffocating, and of he could will himself to do it, he'd apologize and tell you he loves you, he's just tense and hurt, and he's grateful you're here, and-

"I'm the one who's life is going down the tubes. Fun fact."

The other thoughts in his mind are static. merely an incoherent buzz. You're his victim now, to his ugliest sides that therapy and his family prodded back years ago.

There's no one to prod it back now.

"I... I didn't mean any harm, I promise-"

"You really shouldn't talk to me right now," he snarls, rage bubbling and clawing away at his soul. There's a bubbling of tears that rip at his waterline in a demand to fall, but he's blinded to anything else.

He hates his life. He hates his ankle. He hates his doctors for telling him it may not heal right ever.

He hates you.

"Kiyoomi, please-"

He bears his teeth like a dog in an attack, and you flinch back slightly. "If you hadn't fucking distracted me, this never would've happened." He hears you whine in your throat.

he ignores it.

"I was fine," he barks. "I was happy before you. I was strong, I was powerful, I was a damned force to be reckoned with." He crawls closer to you on the couch, and when you cower to try and get away, he chases your body with his torso.

When you stand up, he does too. His leg lights every single nerve up in a blaze of agony, but he's too gone in his own rage to think about it.

"I... I know you're mad, but please, sit down Kiyoomi-"

You're right.

"Shut the hell up!"

Even on one foot, he towers over you threateningly. You bring your hands up to try and force distance between you both; your touch does ground him slightly, but not enough to stop his scorn.

You sniffle softly, clearly uncomfortable, "you're just mad... and that's okay. Please stop shouting at me, we can make this work, kiyoomi."

Now, his eyes are scalding with furious tears.

"I want this to work, oomi... please, stop shouting-"

“It doesn’t matter if you want it to work,” he snaps. “I’ve got a plan to stick to that’s already been screwed because of us, AND IT'S YOUR GODDAMNED FAULT!"

When you sob and crumple to your feet, there’s a small part of kiyoomi that comes to, the words suddenly sour on his tongue. He feels… confused, he doesn’t know where it came from inside of him, but the way your eyes water from his words snaps him back to reality.

“I’m… im ruining your plan?” You choke, and god kiyoomi wants the floor to engulf him whole. Because duh, of course now you’re not he’s just the scum of the earth, you’re all he can think of wanting in this shitty life, but he can’t say that, not when your hands cover your mouth in distress and horror, tears slipping over your fingers. He feels the blood leave his face when you take a step back, followed by another, then one as you turn on your heel to leave.

“Wait-“

“No, Kiyoomi,” you snap, and its his turn to feel your rage, your head whipping to look at him in betrayal. “No. I’m officially done waiting for you.”

And despite the fact that he wants to chase you, wants to gather you in his arms and pin you to the wall and demand you listen to him, listen to why his plan has changed and how you’ve completely ruined all of it in the best ways, he can’t. His leg throbs at the mere idea.

He just. Stands there, frozen for god knows how long, staring at the long slammed door, wondering if you’d come back for something you’d forgot in your exit. Something dumb, like a charger or a water bottle, something easily replaceable but you wanted from him just as a last chance makeup.

But you don’t. And once his good leg starts to cramp from standing there, he slowly moves his way to his bedroom.

And he’s fine. Honest!

Sitting by himself in the cold of night gives him more time to think about the future. The one without you, of course. Limping around the dorm on crutches makes his arms ache and knees weak, and the backpack on his shoulders making him fall forwards is plenty to make his elbows strengthen up (they’re withering away) and his breathing circulate (he’s breathing back tears of pain and frustration.)

He can’t… he can’t do this without you.

Call him selfish, but his life was not only easier with you around, it was better, it was fun to love you and have you scream his name from the stands, but now that seat is occupied by someone else when it should be yours and yours alone.

He’s tried to get over it. He’s tried to get everything in line, get you the hell out of his mind but he can’t.

You’re different. He hates you for it. There’s something about you that refused to leave his mind and soul. Every time someone is interested in him, he feels disgusted because every crush is based on appearances now; it never was with you. Every time someone laughs, his first thought is how much he misses yours. When one of those stupid fast food commercials comes on in the late hours of night, he smiles sadly as he remembers the way your eyes would meet his and you’d beg him for some fries at ungodly hours.

He has to move on. It’s been fucking years. Why hasn’t he moved on?

Any sane person by now would have moved on, passed through his heartbreak and try to find another, but he’s so emotionally unavailable at this point. Every thought and every reminder that plagues him continues to hit like a ton of bricks every time.

Maybe it's guilt.

No, its definitely guilt.

He loved you, more than you could imagine, he appreciated you more than he can express, and to show you how much you mean to him, he blamed you for his failures.

No wonder he deserves to be alone.

And just when his exhaustion can't grow, his self destruction and crumbling self worth can't get lower, he gets thrown in another circle of hell that he seems to find himself in; this time, in a coffee shop he frequents. Not too many familiar faces, just a couple blocks from the train, and up until that point, only having known him as an alias.

Until today, when the Gods decide to torture him a bit more.

“Name?”

“Sakusa,” he says, not even thinking as he scrolls on his phone. There’s a high pitched gasp from the girl, and it makes his eye twitch.

“NO WAY!!! Oh my gosh, you’re THE sakusa kiyoomi?! Oh my gosh, wait, hold on- can I get a picture? No, wait, you’re not into those- can I get an autograph? I knew you looked familiar, my sister and I watch you play all the time! I’m such a fan!-“

“Uh… thanks. Can I have my tea-“

The girl doesn’t answer, instead, she calls for her co-worker who barrels out in equal excitement.

On any normal day, kiyoomi would snap. He’d scold and snarl about how rude they were, how he’s still a fucking person who just so happens to be good at volleyball, but he’s like a deer in headlights. He’s too surprised at his own stupidity of not using his usual alias, how damn tired is he?

There’s a weight that feels like a ton of bricks that settles on his chest once he hears the line behind him complaining about how long it’s taking, then people behind the register flashing pictures that have him blinded and asking him questions he doesn’t want to answer, he just wants his tea for God’s sake and-

“HEY!” There’s a snap from someone at a table, and it breaks up the small, impromptu paparazzi at the front. “People are trying to work here, and not get a damn seizure from your damn pictures!” He feels all that anxiety break on his shoulders once they cower away. “And shame on you all!” They continue, the line slowly parting to let them continue shouting. “He may be famous but he’s still a damn person! Make the fucking drink and GO!”

Kiyoomi doesn’t want to look. Even if he’s eternally grateful for them, he knows that scold and he knows that bravery to call out random people for their shiftiness.

Because it’s the same thing you used to do all those years ago.

He winced and pulls the mask higher on his nose to keep himself concealed- as if he’s not a 190.5 cm monster. But you don’t say anything about anything that just happened, you must be deep in your work to not process just exactly who you were defending.

He gets his tea with a quick apology from the baristas, and he heads to the door to leave.

….

…right?

He’s gone. He’s on the bus, headphones in and heading to practice, audiobook putting him in a new world where his only current connection is the hot tea in his hands.

Right?

There’s always been a table on the bus, a table he rudely stalks up to, where you’re sitting and typing away furiously at your laptop and massaging one of your temples, too engrossed in your work to notice the outside hitter standing just in front of you.

“Uh…” he chews his lip nervously. You don’t look up.

This is the chance Komori’s been talking about. If he doesn’t take it, he’s going to hate himself forever.

“Thank you for standing up for me back there.”

“You’re welcome.”

He sighs staggered, “can I… uhm… repay the favor?”

To his extreme relief, you offer him a small chuckle, “maybe you can recommend a coffee shop where random cele…” your voice drifts off when you look up at him, jaw frozen open and eyes wide and dancing all over his face. You’re both just staring at each other, breathing ragged and tense, and his brows furrowing to try and hide the guilt and absolute need he has for you to continue the conversation.

You clear your throat, “your uhm… your foot healed uh… well.”

He wants to, but can’t, fight the snort that sneaks past his lips because that’s about the last thing he thought you’d say. But he sees you crack a smile too, and it’s worth it.

“Yeah,” he says after he clears his throat. “Yeah, I’m playing professionally now. Minor aches here and there, but nothing unusual.”

“So you got to stick with your plan,” you hum sadly, and his heart stops. “That’s wonderful, Sakusa. Im glad to hear it-“

“But my plan never felt complete,” he interrupts, and he sees your nostrils flare in annoyance. “I-I-I thought I knew what I wanted, but god, I didn’t. I don’t, I’ve always only wanted you.”

You offer him a shrug, “Kiyoomi, I was an intruder in your life; I can’t blame you for that, I shouldn’t have been there-“

“I wanted you there.”

“Clearly you didn’t,” you snip, and finally, he sighs in defeat. “You made it just fine without me in your plan.”

Fuck it.

If he’s here, he’s gonna lay all his cards, give you every last thought of his and leave you one more time to pick up your shattered pieces.

“I miss you.”

You freeze, but there’s a glazing of your waterline before you slowly, tensely, turn up to look at him.

“Don’t,” you snap. “Don’t do this, Sakusa.”

“I can’t help it,” he says, own voice twinging raw. "I hate it too. I hate that I've had to carry this weight with me for all these years, years I should've been with you, kept you safe and happy, and I couldn't even do that."

"You shattered what we had. Don't ever forget that."

"I never have been able to."

There's another silence surrounding you both, suffocating and hot and thick, and he gets flashbacks of a scenario not too dissimilar, where you're looking up at him with those same, betrayed eyes.

But your gaze doesn't last. It crumbles before you let out the breath you'd been holding, a sign that you're not going to waste your energy on him anymore, "you're too late, Kiyoomi. You don't get to miss me anymore."

When your hands shift to close your laptop, he sees it. The massive, heavy rock on your finger, glimmering under the soft lights of the coffee shop.

Kiyoomi feels sick. He could faint right now if his pride would let him. Instead, he swallows the bile in his throat and grits his teeth, giving you a smile and a casual scratch of the back of his head, "that's... that's awesome! I'm happy for you."

"Don't be," you smile sadly.

"Why?"

You shurg, "you don’t have to be happy for me. I’m happy for me. He's a friend of Bokuto-San's. Set us up not long after we broke up." Then, you sigh shakily, "I'm just here for work, I won't taint your coffee shops for much longer." It was an attempt to break up the heavy silence.

He could puke right now if he didn't feel completely defeated. He could strangle Bokuto in devastation.

In his younger, naïve efforts to drive you away, he drove you straight to someone else's arms.

He nods and chokes out a small "alright," before spinning on his heel away from you

He makes move to leave the coffee shop, but before he does, but before he can, he turns back to face you, trying to get one final look at you, soaking in your presence and soul before you vanish from his life forever. He calls your name, and you look at him one more time with that big, beautiful gaze.

"Do you believe in the one that got away?" he asks, and you process his answer before slipping your computer in your bag.

"Yeah. And I believe I'm yours- but you were too worried about losing volleyball. Now, I guess we all got what we wanted."

His veins turn icy as he tries to blink back the hot tears searing his waterline, turning his head to dodge your knowing eyes.

Everyone got what they wanted.

Except for his broken heart, of course.

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inkskinned · 2 years

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i. so 2 days ago, i think i almost got kidnapped.

ii. there's this line in mitski - okay, so i'm a stereotype but - she says i've been big and small. sometimes i think she means physically. and sometimes i think she means like how it feels small to be alone in a grocery store.

iii. i'm babysitting my brother's dog. my dog is much bigger than his; goblin's 70 pounds and comes up to my hip. but his dog (an australian shepherd) - she's tiny. like 30 pounds or something.

iv. i called my sister before i called the cops. it felt like a big move to call the cops. i didn't like doing it, either. i felt like, embarrassed this happened.

v. it was getting dark, right. and the rain had really started in earnest. and we were coming off a trail we'd seen a guy on, deep in the woods. this white unmarked panel van was just sitting there, at the trailhead, lights on, engine on. i had to squeeze past it to get to my car. i kept telling myself - this is fucking stupid to be freaked out by. it's just a guy. it's just a van. it's not a movie. move along.

vi. sometimes i think about those chain emails that used to go around. you know, the ones with "survival tips for women" in them. in the age of the internet, where did all of those go? where is the masterlist of holding your keys in your fist? did anyone print that up and put it on their wall. do they sleep beside it.

vii. the van started to move while i put the dogs in the car. very slowly, he turned and backed up so he was blocking me in. i felt my heart racing. the rain was in my eyes. he opened his front door, just stuck a foot out. my brother's dog immediately freaked out. i had to physically restrain her. he closed his door. i got into the car with the dog, through the passenger side. i locked everything. the van stayed behind me for a little bit. when he finally left, i found him parked at the edge of the road. he waited for me to turn, and then followed me for a few intersections.

iix. i just couldn't stop thinking - this isn't real. this isn't something that happens. you're making this a bigger issue than it needs to be. this is the way it would play out if you were on tv. i didn't want to be that person, you know? jumping at shadows. freaked out about nothing. you know, a hysterical woman.

ix. my friends and i joke over dinner that i would be the first to die in a horror movie. then we go around and assign death warrants - who dies first, who is the serial killer. there are times in my life i have been jokingly folded to fit into the trunk of a car. every time someone picks me up, even in a friendly way, i have the sudden, horrible thought: oh. i couldn't really stop this from happening if things got too far. that feels small and big all-at-once. like breathing in glass particles.

x. i didn't get the license plate. the cops were not helpful. i didn't really expect them to be, but i didn't want anyone else to get hurt, just-in-case something bad would have happened. not that i get to assume something bad would have happened. it feels small and stupid. i feel like an idiot. what if calling the cops causes more hurt than good? maybe calling them was foolish. the first thing i said when they picked up was - uh, so i don't really know if this is a big deal or not but i think something weird just happened.

xi. in the last 48 hours i have gone to work and done my laundry and walked the dogs some more. i didn't even bring it up with my therapist. on the phone with the police officer, she said - you're actually being very calm about this. it is just something that can happen, i guess. i think i'm probably not the only person walking around with something that should-be-big rattling around inside of them. since nothing did happen, i don't really get to be upset. bad things have happened to me. i am statistically speaking extremely lucky.

xii. sometimes i think about all the diary pages that exist. and all the places where people hide the things that are too horrible to look at, even if it's a memory. it feels big-and-small to know that my diary knows the worst of me. it feels big to know someone else probably has the same diary. like - ha! same trauma. how endearing. i told my sister - well this is just part of being femme presenting isn't it.

xiii. on wednesday i saw a bunch of warblers and last night i had a dream about a girl with red hair. that felt big. that felt poetic. it's thursday today. i almost got kidnapped on a tuesday. in between the rest of me, i have no idea where to fit that moment.

poem where everything is true unless it makes you uncomfortable and then of course it's all made up for attention // r.i.d

#whatever this is #poetry #prose #warm up

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webslingingslasher · 8 days

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I’m on my period and my cramps are kiiiilling me. Like legit so bad I threw up. And ofc I can’t stop thinking about nerdy!peter, and how much better he would make me feel rn:((((

So if you have the time, I would really like to request a blurb of nerdy!peter taking care of reader that has a more intense period lol<3

(ALSO I need to say that I love you so much!! And I literally read everything you write hehe. Thank you for feeding my tasm addiction!! <33)

*cleaning out my inbox.*

this but you're also not trying to make him feel bad so you're trying to hide it but peter keeps noticing you wincing or awkwardly shifting and he knows it was a planned meet up but:

'do you want me to leave?'

'huh?' you sit straighter and ignore a stab in your lower stomach. peter doesn't sound the least bit offended either. 'you seem a little off. if you don't want to hang out today we can do something tomorrow?'

no, you can't lose your only lifeline. 'i want you here, i promise.' peter knows you get a period but you haven't really talked about it and you're not about to start crying to him over cramps and a headache.

'then are you feeling okay?' the back of peter's hand rests on your forehead, the light touch has your shoulders releasing unnoticed tension. 'no. yeah. sorry, yes.'

peter has an amused look, 'care to explain, ma'am?' a pretend microphone is held under your chin. you lean into it, 'tummy hurts.'

your boyfriend acts like he's been shot. 'my girl is hurting on my watch, i've failed.' then looks up at you from your bed, 'what can i do? do you need a snack, or a sprite? what about chocolate, don't girls like that when they're on their period?'

you freeze, 'period?' peter's eyes widen, he might've just messed up big time. sitting up, he does his best to not make it worse. 'i'm so sorry, i thought you were on your period but i should never make that assumption. i'm sorry, i love you and i am ready to repent.'

shifting and tugging at your sweater you look at the ground, you feel a little embarrassed. 'why do you think i'm on my period? have i been mean or something?'

peter coos and shakes his head while tugging you halfway over his lap. 'you're never mean to me, why else would i call you my sweetheart, hm?' peter softly cups your face and pouts. 'i said that because you always have a tummy ache this time of the month. and maybe a little hangry.' another breath, 'you also cry more.'

he knows you better than you thought. 'you picked up on all that?' it's a little warming, he notices everything. peter scoffs at the assumption that you thought he wouldn't. 'it took a couple months. i said something to may one day and she looked at me and said something like 'c'mon, peter. put two and two together and get her some chocolate.' so i brought you m&m's and you cried. so, yeah, i kinda figured it out then.'

you remember it. peter showed up and said he stopped for something at a corner store and saw them by the register and thought you'd like them. the memory sends tears stinging at your eyes. 'it was just so nice. you thought of me and spent money on me.'

peter laughs a little, 'i did.' you nod, as if his answer explained your tears. 'peter?' he lights up, 'yeah?' you give him puppy dog eyes, you're praying for his sympathy. 'i have cramps and they really hurt.'

it's all you needed to say for peter to jump into action, for a moment you regret not saying anything sooner. you've been missing out on cuddles and forehead kisses and unwavering attention. 'my poor baby. what do you need from me?'

#i'm so sorry guys- i just haven't liked anything i've written recently and i don't know why #i miss you all #nerdy!peter

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factual-fantasy · 5 months

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26 ASK! :DDDD🎉🎉🎉

I do not.. :/ Sorry!

@mason-gaylord

:DDD Thank you!! ☕ I'm hanging in there as best I can <:) Thank you for the well wishes. I hope the same for you!

@boxofcreampuffs (SKJAJD HORSE XDDDD)

AAAAA THANK YOUU SO MUCH!!! THATS SO SWEET!! I PLAN TO GET BACK AROUND TO BOTH FANDOMS SOMETIME SOON AFTER MY COMIC IS DONE!!💖💖💖💖💖

@chaotic-public-menace (Post in question)

<XD While that is true, this comic is way overdue. Its taken me some weeks to make and it should have been up like a month ago! I just wanna get it done already so I'm trying to not get distracted by FNAF and other drawing ideas-

@ditzyclown

I haven't actually decided on whether or not the other Addison's were good or bad guys. This would change their reaction to seeing Spamton.

I had this idea that Spamton's world is a lot like Seam and Jevil's. Its more cruel and wicked than the original Deltarune.. And Spamton might not have been particularly close with the other Addison's.. They had no time for bonds or relationships. It was a dog eat dog world, every man for himself.

Branching off of that, one idea I had was the other Addison's had become jealous of Spamton's success and tried to kill him by pushing him into the acid pools.. Only for Spamton to survive and reemerge as a horrific looking creature..

If I go with the evil Addison story.. some Addison's might run away in fear just because of how horrific Spamton looks. Though some might deliberately abandon him becuase they hated him/were jealous of him and felt like he deserves this.

If I go with a story where the other Addison's weren't responsible for the acid fall.. they might still run away in fear. Seeing this horrible beast.. not realizing its one of their own.

@bunny-coffee

XD No problem! Soft boi Gregory is best Gregory!

@beryl-shade

In my AU, none of the other Glamrock's know that Gregory exists. But if they did, maybe Roxy would envy it a bit..? Having someone look up to Freddy and not her might hurt her ego a bit.. :(

@elegysonnet

Oh no no, his top and bottom row of teeth are separate. Like these pictures here show,

(Post in question for the pictures)

The top row of teeth all fused together and became one big cracked tooth. And the bottom row did the same. But the two rows are separate and he can still open his mouth.

To think that if while he was initially melting, he had kept his mouth closed? His teeth would have melted together and he wouldn't be able to eat anything easily.. if at all.

Please don't draw fanart of any of my stuff. There are no exceptions.

(Also thank you💖)

@skellacant

Thank you! :DDD

@iziria09

You just made their night XDD

Thank you! I'm hanging in there 😅 I hope you are well too! :}}

They're dry :x

@crimson-thinker

I imagine that Bonnie Bowl might have a flashlight.? And Pirates cove would have a box of confiscated Bon-cams XD

I don't really remember what the other collectables were in the game so I don't really have a reference to go off of..

Buuuut,,, maybe from Bonnie bowl you could also get one of Bonnies signature bowling balls? A purple bowling ball with a rabbit ears print on it somewhere.

And for Pirates Cove perhaps a cheap pirate captains hat? I had this idea that there's 100s of these cheap captain hats that Foxy gives away to the kids every day. So maybe that could be a collectable too? :00

@ninaandthegames

XD Once I'm done with this project that will be me. Posting the most painful angst I can conjure up

I have not. But something tells me its about Hares/Rabbits XDD

@randox-talore

Yeah, me and some friends theorized about that. We thought "Maybe Vanessa or William is taking care of the animatronics and keeping them clean"

But even if they were, you cant help certain wears and tears. They would look noticeably worn, stained, torn in some places and a bit brittle in others after so many years of just existing.

They also missed out on a lot of scares by making them pristine. Bonnie's face could have had a crack/split down the side. "Oh yeah that's been there for a while, its fine" Only for it to fall of later in the movie revealing these piercing red eyes and a Childs head lodged in Bonnie's face/jaw.

Or Chica could have her beak come off or dangle down and reveal colorful wires hanging down.. and.. is that a childs arm.?

(Post in question)

Oh yeah, he'd be scared. Even the Captain is spooked in that AU XD

@kaiserdarken (WAAA SORRY FOR ANSWERING SO LATE! I was originally going to draw something as a response to this but I never got around to it and it got burriedddd.. my apologies. Better late than never I suppose-)

I do celebrate Halloween, which means Bibi and Jangles would as well XD For Halloween I like to dress up in some way and carve pumpkins. Although I forgot to carve any this year and didn't have a good opportunity to dress up unfortunately-

I can see Bibi wanting to dress up and carve pumpkins too. But he might not actually be strong enough to puncture a pumpkin to carve it <XD He'd need some help-

Jangles would just eat all of the candy. Plus pumpkin pie and more candy-

(Again one of those asks I was going to respond to with a drawing but never got around to ittttt.. I'm sorry-)

Its been so long since you sent this I cant actually remember what it was referring to.💀 IM SO SORRY! Its still funny though! <XDD

(Another ask I was going to respond to with a comic- sorry for the lateness!)

Thank you so much! And yeah, "Jangles looks like Papyrus," I get that a lot <XD

(Yet another late ask that was meant to have a drawing attached😭 Sorry!)

(Bibi sweating profusely) "PLEASE do not die for me- I prefer you were alive--"

@minnesotamedic186 (ANOTHER late ask meant to have its own post but I got lazy😭💔Sorry!)

The basic idea for my Kirby AU is that I took the other metaknight's and added them to the Kirby Right back at Ya universe :00 I cant remember what info I shared before because this ask was sent so long ago.. but I'll just recap Axe Knights story because it has the most detail!

Axe Knight was Metaknight's first follower, and best friend. He was with Metaknight from the very beginning. They became star warriors together when they were both a bit young. Axe Knight truly believed in Metaknight. He saw greatness in his friend, he saw a true hero. And he truly believed Metaknight was going to end this war and save the world. Its because of this adoration and belief, that Axe Knight devoted himself to Metaknight and proclaimed himself to be his first follower.

It was not too long after when tragedy struck. A battle broke out and Axe knight sacrificed himself to protect Metaknight. As he lay on the ground, dying from his sacrifice.. he saw Metaknight too laying on the ground nearby. Unmoving, and in a pool of his own blood. Axe knight died with his heart twisted in grief. Thinking that his sacrifice had failed. And that his best friend had died.

Metaknight of course survived, and Axe Knights sacrifice was the only thing that saved him. But Axe Knight didn't know that before he died. Metaknight buried his best friend and left that planet in grief. Forever changed by this loss..

But Axe Knight.. wasn't totally gone. Axe died grieving, thinking that this world lost a great warrior; Metaknight. Thinking that it was so cruel Metaknight didn't get to live longer. To travel the universe and save lives. They were robbed of a hero. Because of Axe Knights failure. His soul was so disturbed that it couldn't move on. He later crawled out of his grave, with a fiery determination to make things right. To go out there and save as many lives as possible. To protect anyone he can and to help all who need him. Because that's what Metaknight would have done.

Eventually after years of blindly wandering the universe.. battling monsters and saving innocents.. he crosses paths with dreamland. He finds himself in a little town full of Cappys.. And then he runs in to a familiar face...

(ANOTHER ASK THAT WAS MEANT TO HAVE A DRAWING RESPONSE IM SORRY-)

I was going to draw a comic of Jangles making a vlog style video. "Hey guys, welcome to pranking with Jangles. Today I'm gonna prank Bibi by throwing this cheese slice at his face!"

He sneaks up behind Bibi who is sitting on a beanbag and reading or something- "Hey Bibi" He turns around

Jangles throws the cheese slice and it completely misses and just splats on the ground. "Oh oops"

Bibi: "????"

@uay778 (The last ask that I was going to draw something for and never got around to. So sorry!)

I was going to draw a comic to this where I replace the bandages with clean, fresh ones. But then they immediately get soaked with blood again XDD Its just a part of my design!

#my response #tw body horror #fnaf security breach #fnaf movie spoilers #fnaf movie #octonauts #deltarune #undertale #spamton #bibi and jangles

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bonny-kookoo · 7 months

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Jungkook

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 [Part 3]

Sometimes you just miss your chance. Sometimes you have to take it.

Tags/Warnings: Non-Idol Jungkook, Dog Hybrid!Reader, former criminal!Jungkook, mentions of past neglect/abuse, reader has some pretty bad psychological problems (OCD, Anxiety, Selective mutism, hints at an eating disorder), hypersomnia, road to recovery, hurt and lots of comfort, angst, Jungkook has some problems with aggression and swears a lot, more TBA in future chapters

Length: I did not count sue me I guess

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A/N: You can have early access to this and other selected fics on my Patreon!

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It's not uncommon for him not to see you much during his work. But today, especially considering how close you've gotten to him and how comfortable, it's weird to him that he doesnt see you at all.

"Jungkook.." Hana says, catching his attention as he mops the floor of the lunch area where all hybrids had just eaten a few minutes prior. "Do you have a moment?" she asks, voice soft and kind, though he's guarded, because he knows that soft-tune she puts on.

She's talking to him like she does to the other hybrids.

Something's up.

"Sure." he shrugs, putting the mop to the side before followong her to the side. "What's up? Did I do something?" he wonders, hands in his pockets while he leans against the wall behind him.

"I think you've already noticed that 268- the hybrid you've been spending time with.. She's not here." Hana says, and she doesn't need to say your name to make his eyes harden. Technically you don't have one after all, only your ID number he's able to recite back by pure instinct. He knows that she's talking about you. There's no one else she could mean.

"what about her?" he asks suspiciously, already irritated because deep down, he's got his fears. Maybe you've been adopted. Then he should be happy, right?

Except he isn't.

"She's been transferred..." Hana says, sighing before she crosses her arms in front of her, a clear sign she's going to try and justify that action while also blocking his for sure incoming anger. "...to a correctional facility in Daegu."

"What the fuck?!" he loudly barks out as soon as he hears that, visibly distressed. "Do you know what they fucking do to hybrids in these shitholes?" he demands to know, fists curled tightly as hed pushed himself off the wall vehind him, walking a step towards her. "She's gonna be even more traumatized in there, good fucking job!" he scoffs.

"please, a bit more quiet-" she tries as she notices some hybrids looking. "-she's gonna be fine. They're trained in cases like hers-"

"and if she doesnt comply she will just be sent to another, and another, and a-fucking-nother! Great solution, really!" he barks out, pulling the nametag from around his neck aggressively. "I'm done participating in this bullshit."

"Jungkook-" she tries, but he's already walking.

"I've got a week left of this work and I've not taken any days off." he says grimly, turning around with angry eyes. "I'm taking them now." He growls angrily, leaving the area to go grab his things- when a young man looks at him, then at his nametag Jungkook is taking off in frustration.

"Jeon Jungkook?" The man says, standing next to him dressed in all black, a facemask covering half of his face. He looks sketchy- and has caught Jungkook during the worst time possible.

"What!?" he snarls more or less, before a letter is pushed into his hand, catching him off guard.

"You're being summoned to court." the man says. Jungkook's blood runs cold at that.

"I've done the community service shit, what the hell?" he argues, but almost weakly so- because he knows he's powerless against the legal system. If they believe he needs further, worse punishment, then he'll have to take it.

"Oh they know, it's not about that." the guy says. "Or at least, not entirely. Read it at home. I think you'll be interested in showing up." the guy almost chuckles, cat-like eyes showing his amusement over the situation.

"..huh." Jungkook doesn't say anything else, turning around to go grab his bag.

"Ah, and Jungkook-ssi." the guy calls out, making the younger man roll his eyes as he turns around. "could you borrow me some of your clothes?"

"..the fuck?" he squints his eyes, unsure what this stranger wants with his clothes of all things. "Why would you want my stuff?" He asks, cringing a bit.

"I think anything that's got your scent on it would do. Just bring something when you visit." the man says, handing him a card, and a plastic.. ID, similar to the one he uses to wear at the center right here. "I'm sure she'll appreciate it."

The card is from the Hybrid Behavioral Therapy Center in Daegu, contact info and location address clearly written down beneath the logo. But it'sthe plastic ID card that makes hus eyes widen, because it clearly spells out;

'Special Clearance Pass: Potential owner for hybrid 268.'

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine

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everythingisawayoflife · 9 months

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Random Dead Poets Headcanons

i love my silly poet boys so much.

Neil is REALLY REALLY good with kids. They just hang off him. In comparison, kids start crying at the sight of Charlie.

Todd loves chocolate, I mean who doesn’t? But Todd keeps a little bowl of Hershey kisses under his bed for when he has bad days.

Speaking of Todd, he keeps every single journal he’s ever written in. After Neil’s passing, his mother was kind enough to let Todd take a couple of Neil’s journals.

Mr. Keating is an EXCELLENT cook. like stellar. he invites the boys over for dinner sometimes and they are always asking for seconds.

Neil called Mr. Keating Dad once and panicked so much he almost started crying. Like he was stuttering all over himself until Keating gave him a hug, held him tight, and told him it was okay.

Pitts really enjoys those MGM musicals. He can’t dance to save his life but the dancing is just so fanciful and magical to him. His favorite dancer is Gene Kelly.

Charlie and Knox have something similar to "The Slap Bet" from How I Met Your Mother. Don't ask how its started. All anyone knows is that Knox has four slaps left, and Charlie has two.

Meeks was, and will always be, a vegetable hater. Specifically, broccoli. Mostly for the fact of when he was in middle school, his Mom still made him eat it, despite having braces

Neil does not like to drink, he thinks beer, whiskey, and scotch all taste nasty to him. He drinks them to look cool, though.

When Neil does drink, he’s a lightweight. And a clingy drunk.

Cameron is a whiz at Poker. The Poets all swear he counts their cards but he’s just got a really good Poker face.

Knox keeps a collection of Jane Austen novels. His favorite is Sense & Sensibility.

Occasionally at Poet meetings, Neil grabs a copy of whatever play they’re doing at Henley and makes the poets read the roles. Last time, Charlie was Juliet and Cameron was Romeo. Charlie nearly killed Cameron himself.

Neil is an excellent swimmer.

Pitts is one of those guys who enjoys really disgusting food combinations. He quite enjoys pickles and peanut butter together. With a Chocolate Milkshake.

Todd doesn’t like thunderstorms. He hides it from Neil one night and wakes Neil up while he’s crying. From then on, Neil stays up with him when it storms, reading to him or talking just to take his focus off of it.

Chris cannot sing. At all. Chris is a really vocal drunk so she’s always the first one to ask who’s up for karaoke.

Charlie is a terrible cook. He burns everything he touches. Keating has tried to teach him some lessons, but to no avail.

Knox really likes TV westerns like Gunsmoke and The Rifleman and Rawhide. He looks like a kid in a candystore everytime he watches one. Pitts is the only one who will watch them with him.

Charlie lost a bet to Todd once and Charlie ended up having to shave his eyebrows. Todd called him “Baldy” for the duration that they were gone.

Meeks does not like blood. It either makes him want to vomit or pass out. Or both, in no particular order.

One time, Charlie had to go to the hospital for a serious case of pneumonia. Out of all the poets who were distraught, Cameron hurt the most. Suddenly, their dorm was too quiet. When he came back, Cameron threatened to kill him if he ever did it again. That’s when Charlie and him created a silent truce.

Todd has a pile of unread books on his nightstand. Yeah, he’s one of those people. It’s okay, I am too.

Todd has a dog at home named Lucky. Lucky is his pride and joy. He’s a Jack Russell Terrier.

The Poets once tried to Parent Trap Keating with their school librarian. It worked out for a few months.

#dead poets fandom #dead poets society #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #richard cameron #steven meeks #gerard pitts #john keating #i think the first one is my favorite #neil WOULD be good with kids you cant tell me otherwise

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h-c-u · 1 year

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Mystery of the traveling bruises.

Summary: You always bruised easily, but lately it was becoming excessive. And honestly couldn't trace half of them to anything specific, until one night, the solution to your mystery hits you.

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x fem!reader

W/C: 1.3k

Rating: PG, size difference

TWs: none

A/N: Ice is a giant, strong af teddy bear, who definitely could split logs in half Captain America style, and he just loves the reader so much. Like seriously. It's tooth-rotting <3

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Ice moved in his sleep. A lot.

It didn't bother you, since you could have slept through the apocalypse. Besides, something else wasn't letting you fall asleep so easily lately.

Even more bruises started magically appearing on different parts of your body. They weren't even that bad and almost never hurt, and since you basically bruised when you stared at a single fragment of skin for too long, you kind of brushed it off. But usually, you were able to trace most of them to a specific moment when they were created, but lately... Well... They were just appearing out of nowhere.

It took you a good four weeks to solve that mystery, and the solution fell into your lap as surprisingly as possible, in a form of a rough wake-up, when you were literally elbowed off the bed. But after the initial shock of such a sudden wake-up disappeared, you just burst into laughter, because the solution to your mystery hit you. Literally. And when you started laughing, Ice also started waking up.

At first, he thought you were crying and got really scared, waking up in an instant, but he quickly realized that you were fine.

- It was you! - you couldn't stop laughing, and it was really hard to accuse someone of such a heinous crime when you couldn't even keep your face straight, still sitting on the floor.

- What...? - even though he was currently fully woken up, his voice was still raspy and sleepy.

- I was trying... - you just couldn't stop laughing at the whole situation, because you were honestly starting to suspect you were getting abducted by aliens who were running some sort of psychological experiment on you. You hid your head in between your knees, trying your best to calm down, but the tears started to appear in the corners of your eyes, and that made you laugh even harder. - I thought it was aliens! Or fairies! Or goblins! Or gods know what! BUT IT WAS YOU!!! - another wave of ugly laughter hit you with such force, that you toppled to the floor. Of course, you didn't really believe that, but the thought crossed your mind.

- What...? - he evidently couldn't grasp what was happening. Did he miss something? Did you lose your mind?

- YOU WERE GIVING ME THE BRUISES!!! - you finally got it out and started laughing even more, if that was possible. Ice was staring at you and blinking like crazy, trying to process exactly what happened, and his brain finally started catching up. He of course noticed the additional bruises because he kissed every single one of them diligently every evening. But since you recently came back to sculpting in stone, and considering the fact that you recently got a dog, he thought that it was because of that... He didn't even think that he might be the source of them. But the reality started to sink in, and his face finally made you sober up and calm down quicker than ever.

- No, no, no, no, no...! It's not your fault, it's ok, I don't blame you! They don't even hurt, you know that! - the speed at which the words were leaving your mouth was at least a little bit impressive.

- But... I hurt you.... - he was still processing that, but when everything clicked, he was next to you in a second. - I'm so, so sorry... - he instantly pulled you into the softest of hugs.

- Tom, I'm fine, it's fine... - you let him lift you from the floor, wrapping your legs around his hips, while one of his arms was supporting your ass and the other landed between your shoulder blades. You loved that he could just do that as if you weren't heavier than a kitten. - I was just analyzing the shit out of them for the last four weeks, and the mystery is finally solved. I'm honestly ok. - you tried to convince him as best as you could, but you just knew that there was a siren howling in his brain, that he somehow hurt you.

- I'm sorry... - he repeated himself, hiding his face in the nook of your neck. - I'm really fucking sorry... I didn't mean to... - his arms were holding you so tenderly, yet you still could feel his tense muscles under his skin.

- I don't accept your apology, because there is nothing to apologize for, Ice. As you've said, you didn't mean it, and it's not like you can control your body in your sleep. We're just gonna have to come up with something. - you smiled. - And before you even say it - if you'll suggest sleeping on the couch, you better mean both of us, together. - you warned him because you could see on his face where his thoughts went.

- Fine... - he was obviously not happy that you were not giving up - or in his mind - you were exposing yourself to more pain. If his colleagues could see him now... Mr. Ice-cold-no-mistakes almost broken by few bruises. - So what do you have in mind...? - he finally asked, and you already had a possible solution in mind.

Since you usually slept on your stomach and you didn't want to change positions...

- I'm gonna be your weighted blanket for now, and we'll go from there... - he smiled, but the concern was still present in his eyes.

- You want to...? - the thought apparently more pleasurable than he thought at first.

- Sleep on top of you, yes. - you didn't even ask him for permission, but you honestly doubted that he would have said no, especially right now.

He only hummed in agreement and you could feel his chest vibrating against your body.

Without letting you go, he climbed back to bed and laid down in his usual spot, but this time with some additional weight on his body.

- Are you comfortable...? - he asked when he covered you both with a duvet.

- Hmmm... Not yet, give me a moment... - right now you were feeling more like a frog doing the splits around his abdomen, so you started adjusting.

First, you've straightened your right leg and placed it in between his, which under different circumstances could have led to something else. Right now though, you were both calming down, and slowly getting sleepy again, so there was no chance for any... additional activities. But who could say what will happen in the future...? You hooked your left leg high over his hip, so you were basically straddling his right side, and that alone was already enough to relieve the pressure on the lower part of your spine, and you couldn't help but stretch a little to give into that feeling. Your left arm fell along his side to the mattress, and you pressed your fingertips just a little bit under his ribs; not enough to cut circulation, but enough to feel a tiny bit of pressure grounding you in that position.

- Your neck is not supported, it will hurt in the morning... - he was the one who noticed that first, and honestly - you were comfortable enough to slip right back into the soft nothingness of sleep. He tried putting a small pillow under your head, but it was too high and would strain your neck even more. And when that didn't work, he placed his forearm there, and your right hand slithered under it, in the open space around his elbow, and both of you hummed in agreement at the same time, apparently finding a perfect position.

- Good night, Ice... - you mumbled against his skin.

- Good night, love... - he whispered and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. - I'm sorry... - he apologized again, and you gave him a warning growl because you were too far gone for words.

It didn't take either of you long to fall asleep, and what was even more important, you woke up without any additional bruises on your body. But after the night of such comfortable sleep, how the hell you were supposed to sleep when he wasn't home...?

#my writing #Top Gun Fanfiction #Tom Kazansky fic #Tom Kazansky x reader #Tom Iceman Kazansky x reader #Tom Iceman Kazansky fanfiction #iceman x reader #📏

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invidiia · 10 months

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❐ - yandere!dazai comforting his darling who's afraid of thunderstorms

note ; hey florida weather, what the fuck?? what happened to our sunny summer?? anyway, it's thundering here pretty badly and scaring my dog and i, so let's do this!! short cause my brain went sooo blank, i think i'll do a chuuya version sometime soon thoughh

warning ; soft-ish!yandere!!! implied kidnapped reader 🥹 so sorry to anyone who was hoping for normal hcs about this LOL!! i condone NONE of this irl.

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dazai often kept you home while he worked late. it was unusual, actually - he normally came home as soon as possible, even trying to get off work early because he has something else to do.. but he really just wants to see your face.

it was a bad night, really, he was kept inside the agency building while rain poured down roughly on the sidewalks. with just an umbrella, dazai tried to get to his place the fastest he could while you were curled up in a blanket waiting for the loud thunder to subside.

the thunderstorms in yokohama weren't terrible, but this one in particular made you just want to crawl under the tables and not come out until it was over.

so when dazai unlocked the door and opened it, he half expected you to run to him because he knew that the loud, inconvenient noises of the thunder bothered you, which was why he always tried not to make loud noises when he was with you.

he understood, too - he wasn't the biggest fan of thunder, but he didn't mind it. the only other reason he didn't like it was because it scared you. dazai would do something about the weather if he could, he'd do it in a heartbeat - but he couldn't, so he could try to console you instead.

dazai entered his home slowly, closing the door quickly behind him and locking it, just to be safe. he didn't full trust you, after all.

but he was quick to notice how instead of doing anything, you were on the sofa in the corner, curled in a blanket while covering your ears. usually, you'd hear when dazai came home, but this time, you only realized he was there because the door opened next to you.

"my dear, what's wrong? i'm here, the thunder can't hurt you.. what? don't look at me like that. nothing can possibly stain your beauty.. but i can't stand to see you upset, belladonna. i just love you!"

dazai was right, thunder couldn't harm you.. i mean, lightning could, but that wasn't really the issue at hand. the taller man bent down, grabbing your chin and pinching your face with his other hand. he thought you were just so cute when you were scared.

you did try to evade his touch - but lightning struck again, and seconds later, you heard a loud bang. dazai took his hands off your face and reached to hug you, but the thunder had shaken you up, causing you to jerk forward and into his arms. correction.. his chest, since he was taller, and standing up.

"ah, you're hugging me, darling, i thought this day would never come-!" dazai laughed, wrapping his arms around your frame and holding you closer, even while you tried to pull back after realizing that you were hugging him.

you wanted to yell at him to shut up - but another lightning bolt had struck, creating another loud noise. maybe it was nice, being held like this. it caused you to just hug him tighter. dazai just laughed at you, kissing the top of your head before sitting down next to you, pulling you down a bit so you could lay in his lap. he hadn't bothered taking his coat off, but it wasn't an issue.

he didn't do anything else.. he just sat there. his touch wasn't awful. maybe it wasn't that bad.

you and dazai sat there in silence. he would have commented on how you didn't do anything to get out of his hold, but he didn't want to spoil the moment. he didn't, and neither did you. it was somewhat comforting.

a/n: my mind went sooo blank after this, please forgive mee

#tw yandere #tw kidnapping #klya..writes #bsd x reader #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere dazai #yandere dazai x reader #yandere osamu dazai #dazai x reader

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kenlvry · 1 year

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you're the only sp writer i request from you're literally my fav 😢😢 but can i request stan kyle and kenny with a reader who gets jealous really easily??

reader who is easily jealous

an, HI OMG THIS IS SO SWEET ILY ANON ☹️☹️🫶🫶 18-19

kyle

okay kyle didn't know you were the type to get easily jealous, i mean he js thought you didn't really care and kinda let him roll with whoever he wants but thats probably because he hangs out with girls who are in the same cliques as you so,,

it was until you literally glared at the waitress who stared at him for one too many seconds he knew, you ended up having a bad mood throughout the whole meal and eyeing the waitress "baby r you okay?" "why? if im not are you going to leave me for that stupid waitress?" "WHAT NO???"

theres always two reasons why you're so quiet on a date, kyle was too friendly with a girl or a girl was too friendly with him. you ignore him roll your eyes at him and he's just begging you to give him an ounce of attention.

if a girl likes his story you literally stalk her, her mom, her brother, her father, her boss, her colleagues everything.

you continue to ignore that girl for weeks and roll your eyes at her whenever you see her around cz why u liking my mans story? keep your likes baby

he finds it so hot tbh like omg ur this obsessive with me?? 🤭 he gets turned on by this for sure.

even though he finds it attractive and it gets him all sweaty he needs to he careful because you weren't easy to persuade once your jealous fr. once he had to get down on his knees, crying out to you to please look at him. he loves you though and he'd do it again

a thud was heard from your window, then another, and another. it was annoying you so you open your curtains to see what was causing the noise, it was your boyfriend. you opened up your window sticking out half of your body out of the window, "kyle?" you yell, "please unblock me, i dont know why she follows and likes all my post i swear" he yells back. you smile to yourself at how desperate this man is "what if i dont want to?" you put your hands in the frame of the window smiling "um,, I haven't really thought about it" "oh bye then" "wait wait!" he called out and you turn back from walking away. "I'll uh.. I'll freeze myself!" your eyes upon widen at his dumb idea "what no you idiot" he takes off his jacket, gloves and hands then put it on the ground, he then kneels clasp his hands together "please?" "omg." you rub your temples together and rush down. kyle sighs thinking you left him, looking at the ground of shame because now the neighbors think he got another girl pregnant or something. the front door open and he flung his head to its direction, you walked out with your own coat wrapping it around him "you can beg all you want but there's a way to do it without hurting yourself" "anything to make you happy" "I'm not" he chuckles as you drag him inside "don't do that again" "hmm we'll see" "kyle brofloski!" he chuckles again at you while you bring him up to your room, he really loves you.

kenny

LOVES IT SO FUCKING MYCH 😝😝😝

its like he knows you love him because you'll isolate yourself just because a girl winked at him and won't see him until he begs for forgiveness even though it aint his fault

okay that kinda sounds like a redflag,, WTV WALK HIM LIKE A DOG IG 🤭

anyways, he doesn't hate it dont care if it interferes his life. even if he has to give up everything to make you talk to him he'll do it IM NOT JOKING

he does not care, he has to block all the girls he knows? okay! never talk to any of his girl friends? yea sure! breath only your air and not lay his eyes on a single woman except you only? anything you want babe ☺️

ALSO GETS HARD FOR THIS PLEASE. i js know he's turned on after you get visually jealous.

"please baby look at me" he pulls your arm for you to stop your tracks from going into your room "shut up, maybe you should go to that hoe who waved at you, why did she wink?? did you two used to have something??" you pull back your arm and go up the stairs with kenny following in suit. arriving infront of your bedroom kenny pulled your arm again and when you turned he immediately fall to his knees "please, i dont know her" he hold your palm with both hands, glossy eyed "i,, kenny" "please?" tilting his head to the side, he'll sit there for hours if he has to. "get up mccormick, im sorry i overreacted" he got up so quickly then hugged you, his head falling on your shoulder "loveyou" his breath on your shoulder, you smile "love you too"

stan

i think he has a love hate relationship with your jealousy, like on one hand he knows you love him and would literally kill anyone for him but on the other... its kinda tiring to beg to you

i mean he doesn't care going on his knees, and crawling all fours for you but at times he just can't deal with it yk??

but he mostly loves it obvi, the way your eyes stay focus on the girl that was 'hitting' on him or the way you sulk and won't tell him why even though its obvious it's bc your jealous, its all so cute to him. and he loves this side of your jealousy, just couples being couple

other times though.. you'd block gim everywhere and won't unblock him until the next day when you reflect on your stupid decisions. or when you ignore him at school or not even make eyecontact with him, he hates and loves it.

you had another quarrel with stan again, this fight was because he still comments '☺️' under Wendy's post of herself, it was valid true but you still thought you overreacted. sitting on your bed with your arms cross and tears almost falling down at the thought of Stan going back to wendy broke your heart. ding a notification popped up and you pick up your phone hoping it was stan despite you blocking him everywhere, it was your friend "um, whats up with stan?" she texted you "wdym" your eyebrows furrow together, you immediately unblock him on Instagram and to your surprise his profile picture was you, his stories had 8 pictures of you with cute songs behind it. he had posted 2 picture of you two on his feed one captioning "traveling the moon and back to find good internet to see if her blocking me was a mistake or im a mistake". his bio was now "tell her to unblock me ☹️". you smile at this and your cheeks turned a pink tint. you unblocked him on every platform and it seems he had changed his profile picture to you on every single one. "." "BABE YOU UNBLOCKED ME" "i mean yeah i have to especially since i have 5 people texting me about your profile" "just wanted to show my girlfriend love" "whatever" a knock was heard on your door, then a chat from stan "open up i brought food and wine" you smile and blush to yourself as your rush down to open the door. he was the sweetest

#south park #south park x y/n #south park x you #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh

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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 26]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

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"Wait, wait, wait. Hwa hyung! Look at this!" Wooyoung yelled. You yelped, clawing at Wooyoung to lower his volume and return you your phone. But the cheeky boy held the phone far away from you, preventing you from reaching it.

"What is it?" Seonghwa walked over as he was drying his hands. You yelled out protests at Wooyoung.

"It's nothing!" You denied. Wooyoung smirked and handed your phone over to Seonghwa. Seeing the commotion, Jongho curiously came over to see too.

"You're lucky there are no customers now with the way you two are yelling." Jongho clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Just give me my phone back." You growled.

"Look at the wallpaper, hyung. It's not you anymore. Little sneak thought she could change her home wallpaper and we won't see it." Wooyoung giggled.

"The lockscreen is still Hwa! You know what, I don't even know why I bother to explain myself." You rolled your eyes.

Your home screen wallpaper was the picture of you and Yunho looking at each other, the candid photo that the aquarium staff took at the underwater tunnel. It was a cute photo and you really liked it so you set it as your home wallpaper to have more privacy since you weren't officially dating yet.

"It's a cute photo. But I got to admit, it hurts." Seonghwa feigned hurt, holding his heart. You snatched your phone back, tucking it into your pocket.

"Well, live with it. You're tempting me to change my lockscreen photo too." You glared at them.

"I didn't do anything. You can set me." Jongho smiled.

"You spectated and did nothing to stop them. So that's just as bad in my book." You shot at him. You marched over to your station to continue your work.

"All you guys do is bully and tease me now." You pouted. Internally, you didn't mind it, you were used to their antics.

"Oh, come on, jagiya. You know we do it because we love you. We're happy for you and Yunho, really." Wooyoung said, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing his cheek against yours. You had a flat look on your face.

"I told you to stop calling her that. She's not your jagi and all the more, you shouldn't call her that when Yunho is around." Seonghwa scolded the younger.

"But you and Yunho aren't official yet, right? He hasn't asked you to be his girlfriend." Jongho asked.

"Yeah. We've been out on dates but we're taking it slow. We don't want to rush into anything too quickly." You said.

"And that's okay." Wooyoung squeezed your hand with a soft smile, leaning in to kiss your cheek. You made a face but appreciated the understanding and patience all the boys had for you.

"Alright, back to work." You said, patting Wooyoung's back.

"Don't think you guys are off the hook. I'll get my revenge." You squinted your eyes, turning back to your batter.

"Good morning, everyone." Yunho came in with a smile. The others boys greeted him in return but you back was to him. As usual, he flocked over to you, standing by your side with the biggest grin on his face. But to his dismay you just ignored him. You didn't greet him back like you always do.

"(y/n). Are you alright?" He pouted. All you did was side eye him, giving him a look. Straightening back up, he blinked in confusion, wondering why you gave him a stink eye.

"Relax, Yunho. It's not your fault." Seonghwa voiced out while Wooyoung and Jongho snickered.

"Yes, how could you ever be mean to this cute face?" Wooyoung came, squishing Yunho's cheeks, making the taller stunned.

"The fact that you have to tip toe to reach his face." You raised an eyebrow. Wooyoung's jaw dropped and Yunho couldn't help but laugh, gently removing Wooyoung's hands.

"Ooh, she got you there, hyung." Jongho chimed.

"Shut up!" Wooyoung scolded. You sighed and went to move your sheets of cake into the oven.

"So, what did they do that got you angry?" Yunho asked worriedly, cornering you by the walk in fridge. You raised an eyebrow at him. He looked so pitiful your heart couldn't help but melt at him.

"It's nothing, Yunho. Really. They're just messing around like always." You replied, a soft smile on your face as you squeezed his hand. Yunho nodded with a smile, leaning down to give you a brief hug. The height gave you a chance to pat his head.

"Hey, hey. No fraternising in here." Seonghwa called. You rolled your eyes and pulled away.

"By the way, did you tell him about next Friday yet?" Your best friend reminded. You facepalmed and shook your head.

"Tell me what?"

"I completely forgot. So, I know Friday is busy but Hwa and I have some... thing... to attend. Can't really get out of it. But we have two friends that will come in and take over for the day." You informed.

"Oh. So you won't be in at all?" Yunho clarified. You turned to Seonghwa, who nodded his head.

"I'm sorry, Yunho. Trust me, if we could get out of it, we would." You sighed. Seeing you so frustrated, Yunho didn't push it further.

"Don't worry about it, I know it's not your fault. We'll manage, it's just one day." He smiled, showing you his understanding. You nodded with a hum and went back to the kitchen.

"Anyway Wooyoung and Jongho will still be here to guide the chefs. They'll be the ones to plan the menu and everything so you can liaise with them if you'd like." You told him. Yunho nodded and patted your back reassuringly. Maybe he'll ask you about it later, when it is just the two of you alone.

"Hello." San, Yeosang, Hongjoong and Mingi came in, reporting for work. You all greeted them back.

"Oh, Mingi. Hang on." You stopped the taller male. Mingi froze in his tracks, turning to you in confusion. You went to the locker room and came out with a tray.

"This is Swiss braided bread called Butterzopf. But I changed the recipe to use brown sugar instead. I remember you said you liked brown sugar bread." You said, handing it to him.

"Wow, it smells so good. And it's still warm." Mingi nearly drooled all over the bread.

"Yeah, it came out of the oven just this morning before I came to work. I hope you like it, something new." You informed.

"I know I will like it. I love bread. Thank you, (y/n)." Mingi grinned and wrapped an arm around you to give you a side hug. Honestly, he was just excited to eat the bread.

"What about me? I like bread too." Yunho voiced out.

"I'll make it for you again. Or you could take some from Mingi's loaf?" You tilted your head.

"Yeah, no way. I'm not sharing my bread." Mingi scoffed, hugging the tray to his body to show his possessiveness. You laughed at the two of them and went back to help your team. Yunho frowned, why did you make bread for Mingi and not him?

"Work time." Mingi declared and went out to help San set up the barista counter for the morning. Yunho also went to get the store front ready for opening, keeping his eye on Mingi the whole time.

"What did you do to him?" San nudged Mingi, asking in a soft voice.

"Nothing. I only got bread from (y/n)." Mingi stated. San's eyebrows raised, hearing Mingi's words.

"Oh, so that's why he's all uptight." San chuckled.

"What do you mean? It's just bread. If he wants, he can just (y/n) to make him a loaf too." The taller scoffed, totally not understanding why Yunho was moody.

"Mingi ah, it's more than just bread. He's jealous." San laid it out for him.

"Jealous of my bread?" Mingi tilted his head.

"What? No... I- He's jealous that (y/n) did something nice for you and you only. You know he likes her and they aren't officially boyfriend and girlfriend yet. So he sees you as potential competition for (y/n)'s attention and in this case, affection." San sighed as he tried to explain it to Mingi.

"Oh... But I don't like (y/n), not in that way, at least. I just like that she makes delicious food and bread." Mingi shrugged.

"Doesn't matter to him. You still stole (y/n)'s attention away from him." San nodded over to Yunho, who was now counting the money with such fervour and a frown on his face.

"His possessive puppy side is really showing." Yeosang leaned against the counter, having overheard the two.

"True." Hongjoong joined in with a chuckle.

"What?" Yunho's head shot up. The 4 shook theirs heads, returning back to their tasks. As usual, you came out with a tray of the treats going out today and gave it to the boys to have for breakfast.

"Thank you, I was starving!" Yeosang exclaimed, taking a bite of the pastry and melting at the taste.

"Don't choke." You laughed, giving a small wave and heading back to the kitchen.

"Oh, by the way, we're ready for service. Could we get some hands to bring out the stuff?" You poked your head back out. Hongjoong and Yeosang went to help while Yunho slipped to the back. He avoided everyone, going out the backdoor. But you weren't there.

"BOO!"

"AH!" Yunho screamed and jumped, holding his heart, fearing for a heart attack. You couldn't help but laugh, having to support yourself by holding onto your knees.

"You should have seen your face! That was the highlight of my day!" You said in between your laughs, trying to catch your breath.

"Not funny." Yunho mumbled with a pout. Hongjoong came out to see what all the screaming was.

"We're fine, hyung. (y/n) just jump scared me." Yunho complained. Hongjoong nodded and retreated back, not wanting to be involved in whatever was going on between you and Yunho.

"I'm glad I made you laugh." Yunho rolled his eyes.

"You sure did." You smiled. Yunho sighed and took a seat on the step while you took the space beside him.

"(y/n), will you tell me what's happening next Friday that got you so upset?" Yunho suddenly asked. You didn't reply, trying to process his question and think of an answer to give him. Of course, Yunho could sense that you were upset. He was just that observant, especially when it came to you.

"It's really nothing, Yunho. Just some cushy family event thing. That's why Seonghwa's going. His family will be there too." You sighed, leaning against him arm.

"Oh..." Was all he could say.

"I just don't like events like that. It's unnecessarily... stuffy. To say the least." You groaned.

Yunho remembered during your first date, how you indirectly told him your relationship with your stepmother and stepbrother wasn't all that good too. No wonder you didn't want to go.

"Well, do you... need a date?" He almost winced as he asked. He didn't think it would come out sounding so... direct?

"Oh, Yunho, I-"

"It's nothing serious. I know we're still just going on dates. I offered... in case it can help in some way? I don't know. Maybe having a date would take the heat off you...?" He blabbered as he tried to explain to you why he asked.

"You're too sweet, Yunho. Thank you. But I'll save you the torture of meeting my family and that crowd for now." You smiled gratefully, squeezing his hand.

"Okay. If you change your mind, you can always ask me. You know I'll help you with whatever you need." He rest his head against yours.

"I know." You giggled and pecked his cheek before standing up and just leaving him there, stunned.

"H-Hey!" Yunho burst into the kitchen, causing all eyes to fall on him curiously. He saw you silently snickering in your corner by the mixer while he gre embarrassed.

"Sorry, carry on." He cleared his throat and went out to the front.

"You're having too much fun bullying him. He's so nice and you're being a meanie." Wooyoung scolded.

"Can't help it. He's too adorable not to." You shrugged. Then you stopped, eyes widening as you realised how you just admitted that out loud to the others in the room. Seonghwa stifled a laugh, hiding behind his hand. You facepalmed, turning away so you wouldn't have to face any of them.

"I need a nap." You massaged your temples. All four of you finished up your bakes for the day, you and Jongho started on the prep for dinner while Seonghwa and Wooyoung did the clearing up.

"Oh, I need to check we have enough rock salt for the salt baked chicken tonight." Jongho said.

"We'll pick some up if we need." You told him.

"There's too much mirepoix to chop. Use the food processor." Seonghwa advised. Jongho helped you set the machine up and you cut the vegetables into sections.

"Mirepoix is only for the chowder tonight, right?" You confirmed as you fed the celery, carrot and onions through the machine.

"Yeah. Tomorrow, we'll need the holy trinity (celery, onions, green bell peppers) for the gumbo." Wooyoung said.

"That reminds me, we haven't got any andouille sausage for the gumbo. We need to go pick some up. And only that butcher across town brings it in. We should make time to drive down today or tomorrow afternoon." Jongho suggested.

"I still have some in my freezer. It should be enough for what we need." You raised your hand.

"I want you guys to rest during the afternoons. There's no need to drive across town for it. Just take the ones in my freezer first, I don't have a plan for them anyway." You added.

"Okay, when we come for dinner service tonight, we'll bring it to keep it here so you don't have to carry them." Wooyoung nodded.

"How are we doing the chickens?" Jongho asked.

"We should bake them whole then give half per dish. Minimzie contact between the meat and the salt. Only carve them when we're serving." Seonghwa said.

"Yeah, let's go that. I want to do haricot vert, tossed in a pan with garlic chips." You informed.

"What greens are we doing with the stuffed pork tenderloin? We are stuffing it with spinach, gruyere and walnuts." Wooyoung asked.

"I think we should do a side salad instead of cooked greens since there is already spinach in the pork. Let's do watercress salad, we'll toss it lightly in a balsamic vingerette. Use a more aged balsamic because the watercress can be quite sharp. I want the natural sweetness to cut that." You said.

"Sounds good." Wooyoung wrote down your words in his phone to remember it for later. You all began to brainstorm on the Korean dish that you will be cooking.

"We have Korean red snapper. Wrap that fillets with the soy pickled perilla leaves and steam it?" You thought out loud.

"Dot small cubes of sesame tofu around that?" Seonghwa added. You nodded, liking his suggestion.

"We need texture though. Snapper is meaty but fish and tofu is soft. I suggest cucumber kimchi. Crunch with spice." Jongho added. You gave him a thumbs up.

"Are we still doing lasagna?" You checked.

"Yes. Plus, we can prep the lasagna components and just construct it before throwing it into the oven later." Seonghwa said.

"Alright. Let's do that and head home to rest. Get the pasta sauce we did yesterday." You clapped your hands. Seonghwa and you did the lasagna while Wooyoung and Jongho did the other prep that needed to be done for tonight.

"Two trays should be enough for now." Seonghwa said. You nodded and moved the trays to the walk in.

"We're done here." Wooyoung threw his hands up in relief. You all grabbed your things, you dropped by the front to say goodbye to the other boys.

"I'll see you all tonight." You waved to them. They all waved back with smiles. Yunho followed you back to the kitchen.

"Rest well." He smiled, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You nodded and he hugged you tightly.

"You rest well too." You said. Yunho hummed and even kissed the top of your head. He let you go and you went to Wooyoung's car so he could drop you back at home.

"Wow, a kiss on the head. I see progression~" Wooyoung whistled as you climbed into the passenger seat.

"Shut up." You cleared your throat and looked away.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about, jagiya. You're both shy in your own, different way, it's rather cute to see you two together." He chuckled as he drove. You let out a soft sigh, staring out the window. Seonghwa drove to drop Jongho home before returning to his own place. Wooyoung would stay with you.

After he parked, you both went upstairs and you showered in your own bathroom while Wooyoung used the guest bathroom. You used a hairdryer to dry your hair quickly.

"You're so cute with your plushies, jagi." Wooyoung chuckled, standing at the other side of the bed.

"Just get in. I want to sleep." You yawned.

"Shall I call Yunho to come cuddle you?" He grinned. You looked up at him, squinting your eyes to shoot him a glare.

"You know what? Maybe you should. And while you're at it, sleep in the guest bedroom. I don't even want you sleeping in my bed." You turned around so you faced away from him.

"I'm sorry, jagi. You know I'm teasing." He wrapped his arms around you to pull you to his side.

"Seonghwa hyung told us that next Friday is that gala ball thing." Wooyoung said.

"Mhmm, we always try to get out of it but it's tough. Plus, my stepbrother isn't around so all the more, I am expected to be there. I'm sorry to leave you and Jongho on one of our busiest days. We have two chefs coming in to take over though." You sighed.

"Nothing for you to apologise for, jagi. We know you don't want to be there. And, we've worked with other chefs before, nothing out of the ordinary." He chuckled.

"You and Jongho will be in charge though. Deciding the menu items and being the point of contact." You added.

"Don't worry about us, we'll handle it." He stroked your cheek.

"Worrying about you guys keeps my mind off the impending doom. It keeps me distracted rather than overthinking about what is to come." You giggled in response.

"Well, you still have a week so keep your mind off it for now. But right in this instance, sleep." He told you.

"Yunho... offered to go with me... But... he doesn't know what my family is like and I didn't want to subject him to that." You said.

"Maybe it's for the best. It'll be less stressful on you as well. You already have a lot on your plate. Yunho's intentions are good and you guys have a good thing going. Don't let your dad and stepmom ruin it for you." Wooyoung agreed with your decision. You hummed, Wooyoung was right.

"I wish it was my mom there. I'd have no hesitation in introducing her to Yunho, even if we aren't official yet. She'd love him and his large appetite." You smiled.

"You can still introduce him to her. When you're ready, bring him to visit her and pay respects." He suggested.

"Yeah. Maybe I'll do that soon." You closed your eyes and let out a long exhale as you leaned against Wooyoung and let sleep consume you.

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Thoughts on s3 ep 07!

fuckin bitchass episode broke my "no crying streak" of fuckin,, one episode, fuck you

anyways,, y'all know the drill,, spoilers and me screaming under the cut!

i love commander wolffe so much

when the clone assassin (who is Tech,, let's just be honest here,,) got out from under the rocks I was like, "Hey what the fuck,, that should've KILLED you" and was also like "ok so that's definitely Tech, why the fuck does he keep coming back??"

wolffe being like "these are clones" gave me so much hope,, baby I hope you come around and join your brothers,, I am BEGGING

something something,, being defective,, not following orders,, the clone assassin operative,, yeah,,

uGH wolffe looks so so so good in TBB animation

Batcher licking Nemec :(

Crosshair does a lot of,,, "I'll handle it",, he wants to feel useful I'm - :(((((

shakey hands,, ughhhh

the "operative" is surviving WAY too much for him not to be important

"we need to go" - "we're waitin on you" :(((

"she only bites half of the time" OH MY GOD,, PLEASE

I love you Batcher, you are the best girl

GET YOUR FUCKING DOG BITCH - IT DON'T BITE - YES IT DO,,

lmao i really thought they were going to get away and then they got fucking shot down,,

Wrecker's groan when Batcher jumped on him to get out of the ship asldkf;a

I'm so happy about Wrecker not getting a lot of screen time but I'm also not,, because to me less screen time means less of a chance of him dying or something but it also means less of me getting to see him

but everything he does on screen is wonderful,, he's amazing and I love him and he could just be standing there in the background just breathing and i'll be acting like he just blew up the death star or something

CROSSHAIR IS SUCH A GIRL DAD

I cannot get over Crosshair and Omega's dynamic oh my GOD

Star wars, you can't give us this good of a dynamic for only ONE season,, PLEASE let them survive

him checking up on her,, making sure she has all her things and sticks close :((( FUCK

I love how it sounds like it's physically hurting Crosshair to ask Omega if she's good and has her things together,, that's so funny to me

"You're just as bad as Hunter" - "Oh, I'm much worse." OH MY GOD.

screaming crying throwing up

i went, "Nemec and Howzer better not die" AND THEN LIKE TWO MINUTES LATER NEMEC GOT FUCKING SNIPED

i was so mad

CMON

Howzer changing his mind about Crosshair :(( wondering if he's thinking about Hera :((((

"Loyalty meant something to me" UGHHHHH, fucking,, AGGUHHH,, the essays that could be written on Crosshair and loyalty,, FUCK

oh the way Crosshair is as open as he is to talk about what happened :(((

godDAAMMNN

when Wrecker did the thing,, where,, he like,,, he um,, y'know,, like the,, move where,, and he,, he bashes,, bashes uh the two,,, bashes two heads together,, and knocks them unconscious,, hmm, yeah,,,

WRECKER PROTECTING BATCHER?!?!

that man is perfect oh my god,, fucking HELL,, I want him so badly,,

"I don't like that idea" - "too bad" AGHHHH YOUR HONOR I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

something something Crosshair doing the most to feel useful and needed UGGHHH

hey is it just me or did the animation for the water with the waterfall look,, like,, weird?? or strange?? idk,, it just seemed off to me

ALSO THAT FIGHT?? fuck that was cool

also if that really is Tech,, Crosshair got his ass handed to him by Tech lmao

BUT ALSO IF THAT WAS TECH,, the fucking angst man,, he seriously almost killed Crosshair,, holy shit

Howzer's new look is so,, MMh,, the,, fuck,, the holster straps on his thighs,,, the pouch on his chest,, ughh

the fact that these operatives like,, KNOW Crosshair,, they KNOW he went through the program and didn't comply the way he should've,, idk,, it's just,,

"you chose the wrong side" FUCKING LEAVE HIM ALONE MAN YOU'RE GOING TO KEEP MAKING HIM QUESTION SHIT AND HIS PLACE IN EVERYTHING FUUUCCCKK

Crosshair looked fucking terrified during that fight and for good reason too he was getting his ASS handed to him (granted he doesn't have much of one but still-)

also,, him being not super great in hand to hand combat got me thinking because,, dude's a sniper,, he keeps his distance,, his thing is long range shit,, and fucking,, boy if that doesn't reflect on his character,, not wanting to get close,, keeping a distance,, MAN

HOWZER TO THE RESCUE <33

for the like,, third time my assurance that this operative is Tech was ruined as he fell down that waterfall but I am a fucking FOOL

Crosshair said "thanks" that's fucking crazy

OH I'M SO HAPPY ABOUT REX AND WOLFFE HAVING A FACE TO FACE TALK (hunter and Cross take notes)

UGGHHH SO HAPPY I GOT TO SEE WOLFFE'S BEAUTIFUL FACE

i was so scared when Wolffe was like "I'm a soldier of the Empire" BABY YOU'RE NOT

PLO KOON COME GET YOUR SON AND FORCE GHOST TALK SOME SENSE INTO HIS FINE ASS

but then he let them go :((

Gregor showed up on the screen and I fucking,,, I fucking swooned

wolffe is going to be in SO much trouble after this,, oh my god,, I'm so scared for him

BUT THAT BETTER NOT BE THE LAST TIME WE SEE HIM FUCKING HELL

did i mention how fucking fine Wolffe looks in TBB animation??

there's so many fucking wide shots of,, characters on opposite ends of each other,, like,, fucking hell,, i get it

WE GOT THE SEELOS TRIO IN A SCENE TOGETHER AGUUHHHH

Gregor you are so fine

his new armor,, ughh

WOLFFE fucking,, mmmh,, shit

fucking knew the operative would survive that shit,, fucking hell

alrighty folk BUCKLE up,, seems like the next episodes we're going to start getting some confirmations about Omega!

cried when Rex and Wolffe were talking to each other

i was so happy the "i thought the end of the war would be the end to losing our brothers" conversation from the trailer was here because I was scared it was going to be a conversation that was going to happen after losing Echo or something,,, for now he's safe

ugh,, i already miss wolffe

#tbb #tbb s3 #tbb spoilers #tbb s3 spoilers #the bad batch #bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #captain rex #captain howzer #commander wolffe

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