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cordyce · 1 year

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BY YOUR HANDS ALONE

neteyam sully x gn!reader

notes: this is silly & overtly fluffy & all over the place if i am completely honest rn. neteyam is a little flustered & probably ooc. sorry :’)

"there you are."

"here i am," you mirror back instantly, hardly sparing a glance up at the far too familiar voice as your fingers continue to work at chopping up some vegetables. it's a busy day—a momentous day. there is no time to waste.

"let me help," neteyam offers, already making moves to steal your knife from you as he steps to your side.

but you weave it away from his grasp, nudge him back with your shoulder and point the knife at him as you address him. "aht, don't think so," you differ, then continue your slicing. "besides, don't you have your own tasks to get to, mr. mighty warrior?"

days like this require a lot of preparation; everyone chipping in and doing their part so that it all gets done and runs smoothly. if even one person slacks off, it could cause a rift in sanctified plans. and that simply wouldn’t do. no, it would not.

"i have completed all of them, actually," he retorts, but he shrivels when you narrow your eyes up at him. "okay, almost all of them."

you scoff, let your pupils meet your sockets with a roll as you pry the truth out of him. of course, one of the most important days of the year and it is now that neteyam chooses to have an irresponsible whim. you aren’t sure what you’re gonna do with him.

"your mother will have your tail if she finds one thing out of place for tonight, you know this." it isn't necessarily a warning, but there is some tip-off in your tone. "you must get everything done."

neteyam hums, leans his hip against the raised wood that you are using as a makeshift counter. he says nothing, simply watches you. takes into account how you dice up the vegetables in front of you diligently before sliding them to the side with your knife and moving onto the next ones. his stare is driving you crazy—no one works well under pressure, after all.

it causes you to have a slight blunder; a misstep. you cut a pattern a tad too fast and send a slice of root tumbling towards the ground. neteyam's instincts are superb, quick, and he catches it before it hits the dirt. mumbling a thank you under your breath as he places it back on the tray, you find the heir before you still not making a move to speak.

you aren't sure why it unnerves you so.

"what do you have left to complete?" it's not the question you want to ask, but 'what the hell do you keep staring at?' doesn't sound quite as nice. so you settle on it.

you take a pause, a breath, to turn to him. throughout the years you have seen the eldest sully child wear many expressions. ones tainted by smiles, irritation, pride, devotion—but this one has you tipping your head in the most peculiar way.

because timidness is not something you think you've ever seen don the strong features of neteyam sully.

he carries himself with such an air of confidence; shoulders pressed back and chin held high—not arrogant, but undaunted. he does not shift gaze unless he is avoiding scoldings and he does not suck in his cheek unless he is fighting frustration. so, you wonder, what could possibly have his face contorted in such a reticent manner. if you did not know any better, you’d almost call his demeanor a rendition of shy. but that seems rather uncharacteristic of him, doesn’t it?

"ah—are you sure you don't need help with that?" he's deflecting, brushing off your inquiry like he hasn't heard it. and you can't decide whether you find that amusing or concerning.

he's making way for your knife again and you twist your arm to hold it out of his reach behind you. you eye him carefully, flit your gaze all around him to pick up on anything that you can that would explain his behavior.

"tell me." it's not an order, you aren't demanding, but neteyam nods his head like he's respondent of such.

"my father told me i needed a, uhm," he stutters, licks his lips, like he's tripping over his own tongue. and it's undeniable the way you see his ears twitch. "for the celebration tonight. i need a.."

"a what, neteyam?" you press, cock your brow up at him. you don't think you've ever seen him like this. never witnessed him so.. "you need a what?"

"a.. date."

so fidgety.

"a date?" you repeat with widening eyes.

"no, no not a—not a date really but i need someone for the—“

"the staining ceremony.” you finish for him, continue his sentence because with all his blubbering you aren’t sure he’ll ever spit it out.

he nods curtly.

the celebration tonight is for all the young warriors who have proved themselves throughout the calendar year as being strong willed and great protectors of the clan. neteyam, of course, is one of them. has been since he earned the right to be titled as such. so perhaps it should have clicked in your head that he’d be searching for a partner for the staining ceremony portion of the night.

but a part of you—if you’re being completely honest with yourself—just figured he had one already. events like this take weeks of planning; most warriors find their artisan a fortnight in advance. because it cannot just be anyone.

the partner one chooses for the staining ceremony must be someone with whom they feel a connection. some of the older warriors choose their mates. some of the youngest choose their mother or father. some settle for siblings. others, in brazen acts of outstretched hands, choose a mate unbonded; one who they harbor feelings for but have yet to seal such in the eyes of Eywa.

you cannot lie and say you had not pondered over who neteyam’s choice would be. a part of you thought he would pick kiri—they have always been so close and she has been his partner for such ceremony before. but, you are not deaf to the murmurs of your village, you are not ignorant of what has been passed from mouth to ear of all that will listen. there have been other… prospects who have been suggested to neteyam for this special commemoration.

your name has not been among them.

“well,” you continue, tear your eyes away from him and get back to the task at hand. there is no need to dwell on such things and fall behind. you have just one more batch of greens after this to prepare then you will be done and can walk away from all this. “if you’re here to ask my opinion on who your choice should be, i’m not sure i will prove to be much help.”

a shut down; a cut off. you’d like this conversation to be over as soon as possible because it’s making your fingers itch. you’re offering him a gateway to close the topic off.

but he doesn’t seem to get the memo.

“no,” he chuckles, now, and you can tell he’s shaking his head out of the corner of your eye. it’s breathy; like he’s punched it out of his chest and finally broken past the barrier of whatever flusteredness had him trapped before. “that’s not why i came to find you.”

“if it’s to convince kiri to sacrifice herself to do it for you again this year, i’m not game for that either.” you don’t understand why his laughter leaves you agitated, why this whole situation has caused an odd twisting in your gut.

“that won’t be necessary,” he disputes, “i do not need kiri to be my partner this year.”

your fingers fumble, your slicing stutters. “oh?” and you want to kick yourself for how your voice hitches. you clear your throat, bite the corner of your lip that neteyam can’t see. “convince some other poor soul to do it for you? is it zuy’nik? i know she presented you a kill from her hunt recently.”

neteyam hums. “no. i have not chosen zuy’nik.”

you grip your knife harder, focus carefully on the blade as you chop down on a bundle of leaves. your throat is dry, your heart is thundering. you feel silly.

“sënuul, then?” you question, do your best to sound as disinterested as possible even though your chest is burning to know who could be lucky enough to have been picked by the heir himself. “i hear many young warriors wish for her. they say she has delicate hands.”

your hands—in contrast—have grown tense; your chops near erratic. being this worked up over a man who is not your mate seems so futile, so nonsensical. if your mother were here to see you now she’d call you childish.

but is it so childish to want things your heart yearns for?

“while that may be true,” neteyam agrees with the sentiment, and that makes your stomach lurch, “it is not sënuul either.”

“then who is it? who could you possibly—“

a hand covering yours has you cutting yourself off. neteyam’s palm melds over your knuckles; stops your unsafe cutting and stills your wrist’s movements. before you can even bring yourself to look at him, calloused fingers are hooking around your chin. swiveling your head around, you have no choice but to meet his gaze. and it is not averting, not twinkling with tepidness like it was before. you think, for a moment, that’s because he’s passed the feeling onto you.

“i do not wish for any other partner in this clan.” and his voice does not waver, does not stumble, now. you swallow as you listen. “i came here to ask if you would do me the honors, for tonight.”

your tongue feels like cotton; the fuzz of it floating to your brain to make everything go static. this is.. not what you had expected.

you had expected to follow neytiri’s orders for preparing the food for the meals that would be shared. you had expected to dress yourself in the ceremonial clothing and jewelry you keep for these special occasions. you had expected to stand around the edges of the circle during the opening dance, serve food to the elders, and sit with a content tight smile as you watched kiri declare neteyam’s war paint for the third year in a row before the true celebration began.

you had not expected yourself to be standing face to face with neteyam, ears twitching embarrassingly sporadic, as he asks you to join him in one of the most intimate and important events of a warrior’s life.

and you suppose you can use that element of surprise as the reason why you find yourself a tad bit speechless while you nod dumbly. a wide grin cracks across his face, curves up his cheeks as he lets out another breathy laugh.

“thank you,” he murmurs, and he still hasn’t let go of your chin. “i was worried i would not get the chance to ask you in time. i was pushing it, but i tried to get all my other duties done as fast as i could.”

now that, the mention of time, finally knocks you out of your little lovesick trance.

“hey, wait,” you huff, shove at his chest lightly with your free hand. “you should have asked me sooner! i should have already had your stain pattern planned out, and—and now i have to go get all of your paints and i didn’t factor in the time for that. you’re terrible!”

“ah, i’m not terrible. i am sure you can just wing it,” he waves off, simpers like this is funny.

“wing it?” you gape at him. because he genuinely cannot be serious. “this will be your war paint pattern for the rest of the year. if it’s bad then you will be stuck with it. you want me just to wing that?!”

“why not? i have faith in you, i’ve put myself into your hands.” and it’s meant to playful, you know this, but the way he’s looking at you proves his words hold their full weight regardless. “don’t be mad at me.”

“oh, i’m mad,” you retort, brush him away as you get back to slicing because now you really do not have the time for distractions. “i cannot believe you have waited until last minute.”

“would you like me to ask someone else?” he queries, and you whip your head over to level him with a glare. “i mean, i am sure sënuul would be honored to be the partner of the future olo’eyktan.”

“you know, i liked you better when you were sputtering and nervous,” you spit back, retract your attention once again. “terrible. truly terrible.”

“ah, do not be mad at me,” he levels again, “what can i do to have you forgive me?”

“nothing. you will never be forgiven.” with no hesitation, but also no malice. your bite holds no venom, and your cheeks are still warm. such hypocrisy you spew.

“nothing?” he questions, and you don’t even have to see his face to know he is smiling. there he is again; the neteyam who holds his chin up high and taunts his brother into mindless games to prove his worth. you admire this neteyam; love this neteyam.

this neteyam grabs your face and tugs you forward before you can think of another mindless rebuttal to spout.

the kiss is light but fervent, and if you were a poetic person you might just say that his lips taste like future promises you already intend to keep. the fight drains from your body and you find no urge to bring it back. this neteyam seems to know how to quell you, how to dispel your frustration and wipe away your grievances like fogged up glass. so easy, so effortlessly.

he pulls away languidly, breath puffing against your lips. "forgive me?" he asks again, and you find yourself nodding before he even finishes the question.

he turns your head to peck your cheek then drops his hands to finally successfully steal the knife still held in yours. you tip your head, blinking through the daze to inquire what he's doing.

"i can finish that, you know."

"i know," he answers, then flashes you a crooked grin that has your stomach twisting in a way far different than before. "but don't you think you should start planning how you want to trail your hands over me?"

and, oh. part of you wants to hit him for that. but part of you wants to tug him in by the neckpiece he dons and get him to shut up by an alternative method.

as you reach forward to run your hand ever so heedlessly up his chest, a faux illusion of planning your mapping, you think you might just settle on the latter.

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#this is for my sweet matcha first and foremost <3 i hope u like it !#also i TOTALLY made up this entire celebration thing LMAO #i jus thought it was a cool idea and super cute sooo #also. i rlly hope u don’t think neteyam is too ooc bc he is a bit. flustered here #BUT SJDHDN AHHH ENJOY #neteyam x you #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam drabble #neteyam fluff #avatar x reader #atwow x reader #atwow fluff #avatar fluff #neteyam sully fluff

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mrsaltieri-real · 3 months

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First Love, Familiar Love (Billy Loomis x Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: language, smut, oral, (fem receiving) fingering, p in v, creampie, cheating, (kinda) first love, semi-public sex, light dirty talk, pre-established toxic relationship.

A/N: I’m so happy to have (finally) written my first full length Billy Loomis fic! I’ve done a lot of Ethan and a fuck ton of Mickey, how dare I have taken so long to write for the fine as fuck OG! Going to dabble in some poly!Ghostface soon which I’m very excited about but for now, sit back, relax and I hope you enjoy!

@darklylucid I have a feeling your Billy loving self will get a kick outta this for sure ;)

You’d never given much thought to relationships since your last. The thought of never having another first filled you with an undeniable sense of unease. No more first kisses, first date, first fuck, what was the point?

Why commit yourself to a long life of repetition when you could simply carry on having firsts? Especially when you couldn’t have the person you’d already had your firsts with anymore.

Billy was someone you hadn’t paid much attention to, not since the two of you had ended your very brief yet even more intense relationship a few years back.

The two of you were young, stupid and each other's firsts. It wasn’t a healthy relationship by any means, and it ended as such. Even though you knew it was definitely for the best, you knew there was a part of you that didn’t think it was over. Not yet.

He was hot, undoubtedly having grown into himself over the years when you’d stopped paying attention, but he had also grown more serious. He constantly looked like he was deep in thought, gnawing on the tip of his pen in class whilst clearly not paying attention on the few occasions you’d find your eyes drifting over to him, seeing him completely lost in his own mind.

You didn’t run in the same social circle anymore, inside of school or out. Although that being the case, your friend and colleague at the video store, Randy most certainly did.

It never made much sense as to why Randy would hang around with the likes of Billy Loomis. Other than their shared affiliation of horror movies, they seemed to merely tolerate each other, if that. You were met with the angry rambling of what Billy had done that day from Randy, listening to the boy curse about how much of an asshole he was.

How could you possibly begin to forget about Billy when he was brought up practically all of the time?

“If he’s so much of an asshole, stop hanging out with the guy.” You’d suggested after a particularly long rant from Randy about him, mindlessly drumming your fingers on the counter.

Randy scoffed, pulling the red vine he was chewing on out of his mouth before replying, “I’ve been friends with the rest of them for years, I’m not just gonna stop hanging out with them because Billy Loomis is a fucking asshole.”

You rolled your eyes, sarcastically holding up your hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, whatever. You go home and chill the hell out, I’ll close up.”

Randy hopped down from the register, patting you on the shoulder as you said goodbye.

Being here by yourself was always better anyway. You liked to clean and organize, finding order in the never ending chaos, but it never surprised you just how messy the store would get by the time closing rolled around. The popcorn machine Randy had recommended to the manager like an idiot needed a thorough deep cleaning, kernels were scattered everywhere, tapes were placed in the wrong section, some of them somehow seemed to be missing altogether.

Fucking mahem.

You heard the tingling of the bell above the door as it swung open. “Sorry, we’re closed,” you called out, not bothering to look up from your sweeping.

The door clicked closed quietly and you briefly paused before glancing up.

Billy stood leaning against the counter, his fingers drumming lightly against the withered old wood. He was quite clearly relishing in your confused expression as you looked back at him with cautious eyes.

“Hey… Billy.” You said, eyeing him briefly. “Randy’s gone home.”

“Oh, I know. I was waiting for him to leave.” Billy picked up a tape that was laying beside him, flipping it over to read the cover.

Your confusion and curiosity continued to grow, but it turned into annoyance when you realised you’d actually have to continue to talk to him.

“That’s kinda creepy.” You muttered, letting the broom rest against a glass case. “We’re closed.” You said again, pointing at the clock.

He didn’t look at it, his eyes flickering up from the case to favour resting on you instead.

“Are you fucking him?”

You looked at him, eyebrows arching a fraction. “Am I fucking who?”

“Randy.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that burst through your lips, shaking your head in disbelief as you grabbed the broom again. You’d forgotten the fucking nerve of this guy. “Go home, Billy.”

You heard the clatter of the tape hit the counter as he began to stride toward you. “So, you are?”

“Yeah, I’m not dignifying that with a response.” He stopped about a foot away, his hand resting on the freshly cleaned glass display with all the rare tapes. “Can you, like, not? I just cleaned that.” You sighed, stepping forward to slap his hand away.

He didn’t move as you did so, seeming to find your reaction more funny than anything. “You haven’t changed much.” He commented, bringing his free hand up to swipe some loose hair out of his face.

You ignored his comment, looking up at him and feeling nothing but irritation. “Billy, what do you want, seriously? Because the sooner I clean up here, the sooner I can go home.”

Billy shrugged, drumming his fingers against the glass. “I don’t know, I was walking home, saw Randy leave, noticed you were by yourself. Thought you’d appreciate the company.”

“Mmhm. Sure.” You sighed, moving to step around him and deciding to just act like he wasn’t there. That’s when it hit you, the all too familiar scent of his cologne. It smelled exactly like the one you’d gotten him for his birthday a couple of years back. The smell rekindled the brief yet fond memories you’d had with him and it made your heart skip a beat.

Billy had noticed your pause and his face turned from indifferent to slightly concerned. He said your name, tilting his head down to look at you.

You looked up at him, blinking a few times before shaking your head. “Go home, Billy.” You said again, though your voice wasn’t anywhere near as confident.

“I miss you.”

Those three words made you flinch, your grip on the handle of the broom tightening. You didn’t want him to miss you, you didn’t want him to be thinking about you. Didn’t he have a girlfriend now?

I asked him as much and he half smiled, shaking his head. “Sidney? Nah, I’m seeing her, sure, but it’s not… like that.”

“Oh, so your girlfriend isn’t putting out so you thought you’d pop along and see if I would?” Billy seemed to ignore you, his eyes trailing across your body. You felt your cheeks heat up as he did, those annoyingly magnetic brown eyes felt like they were boring straight into your damn soul.

“No, like I said I was walking home and saw you by yourself.” His smile grew a touch, watching your face for any kind of reaction.

Liar. But why did you find yourself falling for it?

“I’m not fucking Randy.” You said quietly. He finally looked into your eyes, the half smile turning into a grin. “Oh, I know. But I needed to try and start a conversation with you somehow, didn’t I?“

You caught yourself smiling as you shook your head. “Asshole.”

Billy chuckled as he brought up his hand, letting his fingers glide across your cheekbone. “Missed you.” He said again, his voice much softer this time without a hint of teasing.

Why were you falling for this crap? Was it because he was your first? First fucking everything? Probably. But you caught yourself not caring as you leaned into his warm touch, letting the familiarity wash over you entirely.

“Missed you.” You echoed softly.

His smell was intoxicating, familiar. Who cares if you’d hardly spoken to him in years? Who cares that it took you this long to get over him entirely.

His lips touched yours before you finished your train of thought. Comfortable. Familiar. You felt yourself melt into it, your fingers curling around the soft material of his plaid shirt as you pulled yourself closer to him, his thumb still gently grazing your cheek.

Fuck, he’d missed you. How your lips tasted, how your breath would quiver and shake every time he was close to you. He couldn’t remember why he was ever stupid enough to let you go entirely.

Before he and Stu put their plan into motion, he knew he had to do this, he had to be with you at least once more time. Taste you, touch you, feel you. Because once he was “serious” with Sidney, he wouldn’t be able to lead you on like that. Not you, you were always his.

His kiss turned more possessive than gentle, his hands sliding down to your waist and under your shirt, his blunt fingers digging into your soft, bare skin. He felt your breathing hitch against him as he pulled your body impossibly closer to his, letting you feel him hardening against you.

It wasn’t long before he’d picked you up and placed you on the glass, hoisting your skirt around your waist and carefully pulling your baby pink panties down your legs, letting his fingers brush your inner thigh as he did.

“Fuck, look how fucking wet you are for me.” He groaned, sliding his finger between your velvety folds to collect the moisture before he brought it to his lips. You were pathetically oversensitive, your cunt clenching around nothing the moment he touched you.

He liked that, he’d forgotten how needy you were, how much your body reacted to the slightest of advances. He couldn’t help but smile as he continued to tease, fingers grazing your sensitive skin, barely even touching you.

It dawned on you how long it had been since you’d been touched like this, and you craved more.

“Please, Billy.” You whined, beginning to grow uncomfortable with the lack of stimulation.

For once, he didn’t need much prompting.

His mouth latched onto your aching clit, sucking at it hungrily and growing at your familiar taste he’d missed so much. His hands pushed your legs further apart for better access, feeling how you throbbed against his mouth. Your hands automatically fell into his soft hair, biting your bottom lip as you tugged at it, your head falling back.

He’d been good with his mouth before, but he’d definitely gotten better. His skilled tongue flicked over your clit, one of his hands moving from your thigh to plunge two fingers inside of your cunt as he continued to lick and suck.

“Oh!” You groaned out, fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled his face impossibly closer to you. He curled up his fingers in response, pressing against the spongy tissue and making your body jerk in response. He knew your body far too well, and had clearly never forgotten how to make you respond to him.

He didn’t want you to cum, not yet. He pulled away all too soon, smiling as he saw the all too familiar mixture of turned on and pissed off gracing your features. He straightened up, his hand moving to grip the base of your hair tightly, making you look up into his brown eyes.

“Do you want it?” He asked, voice smooth and even as ever. All you could do was faintly whisper “yes” in response. That’s all he needed.

Billy didn’t drop his eyes from yours as he smoothly unbuckled his belt, pulling it off and discarding it thoughtlessly, his pants coming down shortly after, but only part way down his ass. He just didn’t want to waste any time.

One of his hands dropped to your waist, the other pumped his cock a few times before nestling the tip at the entrance of your aching cunt. You whined softly, wriggling a little only to be grounded by his large hand before he pushed himself inside of your soaked hole.

You couldn’t help the gasp as he filled you, suddenly feeling deliciously full. Familiarly full. He seemed to feel it too, a soft groan in your ear as he pulled you closer to him by your hips.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this cunt so much.” He sighed into your hair, savouring the feeling of your cunt engulfing him for the first time in years. You were growing more and more impatient, needing movement and friction and he chuckled at you desperate movements from under his grounding hands. “I forgot how impatient you are.”

“Billy, just… Fuck me for God’s sake.” You’d meant for it to come out as an order, but it came out as a plea. He chuckled again, slowly rolling his hips back just to snap the forward again sharply, the sensation making you jolt and sigh into his shoulder.

“So bossy, aren’t you, sweetheart? Some things never change, hm?”

You ignore his teasing voice, your focus entirely surrounding how good his cock made you feel so fucking effortlessly. He hardly even had to try and here you were, already a leaking mess for him.

He held you more securely, one of his hands firmly pressing against the small of your back whilst the other swiftly tucked under your knee, holding your leg more securely around his waist as he fucked you.

He knew your body better than you did, he knew what drove you wild. The kisses he scattered across your neck and down your collarbone drove you insane. The way his fingers would dig into your skin, his breathing in your ear, the filth he was whispering to you…

“Fuck, Billy please don’t stop.” You begged him, pushing yourself down against him greedily, which he thoroughly enjoyed. He continued fucking your on the glass display case as he laughed out, “Think I’m gonna? No fucking way. Been thinking about getting back into this cunt for far too long.”

His words made you moan louder, your fingers clinging to his bicep, nails digging into the toned muscle harshly. He let out something akin to a growl, his own fingers digging into your soft skin hard enough to undoubtedly leave bruises in their wake.

He fucked you in a way you feared only her was able to, slamming into your convulsing pussy vigorously, ruthlessly. Your head fell back, eyes beginning to roll as you felt yourself being dragged closer and closer to the edge. Your clit bumped against him with every thrust, the stimulation only making you feel weaker and weaker. He watched your face, the look of pure ecstasy only making him more and more desperate to cum. No way he was about to pull out.

“Billy… Close…” You managed to utter out. In the past, that was his cue to prepare to pull out. But right now? Fuck that. He held you tighter, his fingers sliding from your hip to your clit to drag circles across it, feeling your cunt tense around him as he did.

“Do it.” He said, his own voice a little breathless.

You couldn’t think, could only focus on how fucking good he was making you feel. Your body stuff ended for a second before you came on his cock, your head falling forward onto his shoulder as you heard him let out a loud groan and a second later, his hot cum filling up your still convulsing pussy. But you didn’t care. Your body remained flush against his for a couple of seconds, soaking in the feeling of his cum filling you up so deliciously.

He gradually softened, pulling himself out of your stuffed cunt and casually pulling his pants back up before grabbing his belt.

You remained sitting on the glass case, Billy’s spunk mixed with your own wetness leaking out of you and making a mess of the glass. He couldn’t help but smile, shrugging once.

“Well, shit, you’ve got more of a cleanup to do now, my bad.”

You rolled your eyes at him, waiting for your thighs to stop trembling before jumping down from the display case and grabbing your panties, about to pull them back on before they were snatched out of your hand.

“What are you-“

“I think I should keep them. As a memento, you know?” He interrupted, the stupid smile that got you back into this situation illuminating his pretty face.

“Oh, right. Forgot how much you like to steal my underwear. Weirdo.” You muttered, squirming a little at the feeling of Billy’s cum leaking out of you onto your inner thighs.

Billy watched you squirm for a moment, the smile never faltering. “Mm. You know, I wish I’d cum inside you before. I like seeing you like this.”

You scoffed at him, shaking your head. “I have to clean up.” You said pointedly.

Billy raised an eyebrow a fraction, eyes flickering down toward your stained thighs.

“You’re telling me.”

#ahhh my first billy loomis fic #he’s been on my mind none stop #so here it is!#I’m so happy to finally have him officially on the roster #pretty angel #hope you enjoy!#scream #billy loomis smut #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader

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silkythewriter · 5 months

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Silky,dear... if you don't mind, could you please do a headcannon for Dee with strawberry s/o. She's so cheerful,kind and understanding ❤️ please. I love your blog,And I've admired you for a long time😭✨

❤︎︎“I love everybody because I love you”❤︎︎

Warnings: might be a bit OOC! Haven’t written about him in awhile I apologize!

Fandom: metal family!

Author note: HIHI!!! OMG TYSM?! UR SO SWEET (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃AHH I LOVE THIS REQUEST TYSM!! please request again this was absolutely AWSOME to make

Summary: Your boyfriend Dee, was one hell of sight, but with you happily walking with a cheerful bounce with him you can imagine the stares you get for the contrast. One doll of a person and then the blond who almost looked straight out of the dead with his dark eyeshadow.

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3.❤️

ミ★❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎ミ★

“I love it when you look my way”

ミ★❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎ミ★

The contrast between you and him is like day and light, and when you both come strolling by weather that be passing by the local convent shop. Or making a quick stop to a store that’s peeked your interest, eyes were bound to wonder. The stares were noticeable, but you guys have gotten use to it, cause your love for him couldn’t be dented by a pair of curious eyes.

Your personality peeked his interest, I mean who could be this kind and caring??, no less to just some normal people who haven’t impacted you in any significant way. It just made him…confused? (-∀-💦)

The way your kind eyes stared at him Tugged at his heart in an alarming (at least to him) way! The blush that spreed across his face the first time you gave him a sliver of kindness was to much for him.

Your cheerfulness always brightened him up especially after tough interactions with glam. Railing up and you being the only one to comfort him back to his collected self. And even if he doesn’t vocalize it he is very much grateful <3.

You make it point to make him feel understand-ed and would never make him feel alienated by his interest un like some un kind people. You let him rant about his newly found obsession or just show off a new skill he learnt.

Even small things like you congratulating him on a good score he got, or maybe for remembering the smallest thing, even commenting on his intelligence. It’s not like his teachers, just thanking him for being the only knowledgeable student, but instead asking more questions to learn more about the topic, and really see how much he knows. And though he doesn’t like being bombarded questions he deems stupid, when it comes to you it makes him like seeing the shock and awed look you give him. Can you blame him? Not only is it adorable but he likes showing off in front of you.

He would rather be dead then admit this but he loves the way you smell like strawberry, he would take this to his grave before admitting this he finds it embarrassing ( =ω= )

Let’s you do his eye shadow only because of how delicate and caring you are with it, you always make sure to take your time so you don’t hurt him little moments like that is what he absolutely adores about you!

I feel like he gets easily flustered by physical touch so whenever your get happy just by seeing him and hug him you can look up and see him red as a strawberry (≧◡≦) ♡

Whenever he goes shopping in the off chance he has some money to spend after he’s done grabbing some clothing he always makes sure to drop by your favorite store. Weather that be a cute accessory story, or a small bakery you might have said you enjoyed, either way he always makes sure he has left over money. So whenever he has a bag filled of random darkly colored clothing only to walk into a store and buy you some pink clips for your hair you can imagine the cashiers surprise. Dee though a bit embarrassed doesn’t care much it’s worth seeing your bright smile at the small item.

Heavy absolutely ADORES you! Literally bouncing off the walls when you come walking in with his brother. He was at first taken a back from how much polar opposite’s you and Dee are but quickly got over it after realizing how sweet you are!.

Heavy definitely teases Dee jokingly before running off after Dee’s had enough you get to sit as you see them bicker you find it amusing but always make sure to help Dee calm down! ( ´͈ ◡ `͈ )

Secretly has the same perfume brand you use and sprays it on his bed or around his room at night because it reminds him of you and comforts him but I didn’t tell you that! (▰˘◡˘▰)💦

He gets jealous easily especially when everyone gets so quickly comfortable with you cause of your inviting personality, he dose poorly to hide this but also hates being called out for it especially by his brother.

But just by you hugging him and saying comforting words makes it all go away, you just know how to make him melt in the best possible way.

But with that all said you basically have him wrapped around your little finger. And though he hates to admit it, he wouldn’t have it any other way <3.

ミ★❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎ミ★

AH WOW IM RLLY RUSTY (๑•́ω•̀๑)💦 I haven’t made head-canons in a hot minute, so I am so sorry if he’s OOC or their not the best, BUT THANK SM THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE ESPECIALLY FOR MY FIRST HEADCANONS IN AWHILE!! ٩(ᐛ)و

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sampies-stuff · 6 months

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“𝖂𝒽𝖆𝓉 𝒾𝖘 𝖎𝓉 𝓉𝖍ℴ𝖚𝓈𝖙 𝖘ℯ𝖊?... 𝕲𝒶𝖟ℯ 𝒾𝖓𝓉𝖔....𝓂𝖎𝓃𝖊 𝖈𝓇𝖎𝓂𝖘ℴ𝖓 𝖒𝒾𝖆𝓈𝖒𝒶.”

#hunter: the parenting #htp art #fanart #hunter the parenting #htp boy #h:tp #h:tp horse #halloween #happy halloween #blood #scary #have a spooky Halloween everyone!#htp horse #h:tp boy #wod #I’ve been waiting forever to post this one ahhh #hope you all enjoy #:D

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good-beans · 3 months

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My brief takeaways from Deep Cover because I looooved it >:3

The project isn’t a mystery to solve, it’s giving up extra context to humanize the characters with each video. While Harrow gave us a ton of info on her crime and details, this video focused way more on her motivations/thoughts, which is just as important to her case.

She was at law school, already a pretty intense person, and started following the case of the redhead kidnapper. She tracks him down, planning on beating him up and saving the girl. When she’s actually there, seeing it, she’s overcome by emotion (and there may be personal trauma related, but we can’t tell that yet.) She loses control while beating him up, and he ends up dead.

The realization of what she’s done hits her hard. She never meant for him to die. She thought he was the worst of the worst, and probably deserved it, but she was not emotionally prepared to take a life. That’s what that terrified look in her eyes is. The little girl runs up to thank her, and she clings to the child because she’s clinging to her as justification. There was a reason she killed him, right? This girl is the reason… right? Being a hero is the reason. She’s struggling so much with the guilt of becoming a murderer, she frantically latches on to this – she must now make herself entirely into a hero if she’s even going to justify this murder. She looks for her next target, please give her the next target, because without that, she’s just some kid who killed someone.

Deep Cover shows that Kotoko is trying desperately to separate herself from a real killer. Well, her idea of a real killer – she sees them as an abstract concept, not as humans. They are villains. Monsters. (Chess pieces to be broken, not people). She’s so scared and ashamed of being one, she’s doing everything possible to be different from them. She's above them. She's in a different league from them. She doesn’t want to be a role model to the little girl (and rejects her harshly in that one scene on the street) because she’s so horrified by her own actions and doesn’t think she deserves it.

There’s so much good stuff going on in this video !!! It's an incredible look into her head and the animation is absolutely gorgeous waahh ;---;

#milgram #kotoko yuzuriha #you dont have to forgive her but i hope people are viewing her with the same balance as the other prisoners 👍#i hope this all makes sense ;--;#i really enjoyed it ahhh !!!#yonah ties into this a lot but im too tired to make a super long post #rose posts

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osamusriceballs · 5 months

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The Accident - Part XI

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 3,1 k

About: A date with Atsumu Miya~

Part I II -> Next Part

The silence is almost intimidating, and you find yourself looking around in silent awe.

Atsumu looks exceptionally good. The red uniform suits him well, and he looks even better and more professional than in the videos you've seen. "I can't believe we're actually here. I didn't want to ask Hinata for tickets because he's been busy lately, but I can't believe Atsumu-san managed to get two tickets for this- in the front row even!"

You nod and gaze at the court thinking back at the sudden message that you had received a few days ago.

Atsumu: "Are you free this weekend, Mrs. Miya?"

You stare at the message blankly, trying to figure out what to say. You had just started your nightly routine, not really expecting Atsumu to send you a message tonight. But here it is, white and blue. With a nickname that makes your heart skip a beat.

You: "Yes! :)"

Atsumu: "Great. Wanna come and watch me play? We can hang out at Samu's or my place after that, if you're up for it?"

You: "Sounds good!"

Atsumu: "I'll save ya two spots if you want to. You can bring your friend; Shoyo-kun will be there too. I'm sure she's interested too."

You: "I'll ask her. Thank you for being so considerate <;3"

You close your eyes for a few seconds, fearing his reaction to the heart emoji.

When you open them, you see his instant reply.

Atsumu: "Of course <3 I can't meet ya before probably, but we'll keep in touch, 'kay?"

You: "See you then <3"

Atsumu: "See ya <;3"

It's a special event, a pre-match before the Olympics fully start in a few weeks. The stadium is only half-full, but the people watch excitedly how the members of the Japanese Olympic team participate in a promotional match against each other. Apparently, a very exclusive event that has not been opened to the public, yet, here you are. Sitting in the first row next to Yachi with a drink in your hands—one that she got for you, despite your protests.

"Look, he is going to serve. That's why they are all quiet. It probably won't be like that during the Olympics; there will be a different audience. Today is a very special event. Randomized teams and starting positions, but look how well they all adapt. True professionals." Yachi whispers into your ear, her cheeks flushed already from her drink. You're just glad that Tsukishima has offered to pick her up after the game, you would have been worried about her otherwise.

"It's so quiet; it's almost intimidating." You whisper back and watch Atsumu. He seems really focused on his set, his expression cold and blank, unlike you've ever seen him before. He's truly intimidating on the court.

He seems very focused when he's taking a few steps back and concentrates on a point in the opposite field. It just takes a few seconds, and then you see him jump, the ball flying towards the field in the fraction of a moment. The loud impact makes you shiver, while you watch the field in stunned silence. When you glance back at Atsumu, you could have sworn that he looked at you before he high-fives one of his teammates. The crowd yells and cheers, and you find yourself clapping and calling his name too.

"Did you see that? That's what the boys had to endure back in high school. And it was just as scary back then." Yachi groans and rubs her bare arms; the goosebumps visible in the brightly lit hall. "He's amazing." You know that you're probably watching him with hearts in your eyes, but you can't help yourself when your heart skips a beat at the way he got even more attractive to you now that you've seen him actually play. You definitely get the fangirls now.

As he prepares to set again, you hold your breath nervously, and this time the other team manages to receive it. You watch with wide eyes how the ball is suddenly on the other side of the court again, a quick attack from someone you recognize as Bokuto, and then it's Atsumu who sets the ball flawlessly, a dark-haired spiker scoring a point. The crowd goes wild, chanting a name that you don't know yet, and Yachi is quick to lean over to you again while you watch Atsumu and the dark-haired player exchange a wordless fist bump.

"That's Sakusa Kiyoomi; him and Atsumu-san make a deadly combo on the court." You nod, your eyes not moving from Atsumu, who suddenly turns to you and grins widely. You shyly wave back and give him a thumbs up and a smile; he winks, holding up another finger and pointing to you and then to the ball. You're not sure you completely understand what he's trying to tell you, but you still nod and smile, hoping it was an appropriate reaction.

You finally get that he probably meant to tell you that he'll do another service ace for you when he nails the serve effortlessly, and you stare at him with wide eyes when he turns to you and playfully winks with a thumbs up. You cheer loudly for him, and Yachi also cheers alongside you, not noticing the silent exchange that had just happened right next to her.

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The teams bow when they finish the game and wave to the crowd, probably well-aware that some of their greatest sponsors sit alongside there. "That was amazing!" You smile at Yachi, and you both clink your glasses and drink the rest of the drinks.

"Kei will pick me up at the back entrance; is it okay if I leave you here?" She looks at you with worry etched in her features, and you nod reassuringly. "He'll pick me up right here. Don't worry; I'm sure he'll be here soon."

You hug her, and after you promise to text her, you sit back in your place. You watch all the people leave until the hall is almost empty, and then finally, after you played with your phone for a while, the athletes start to stroll in the hall, now dressed normally and all of them looking fresh. You look for Atsumu and quickly spot his blonde bright hair. He is now sporting a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt that tightly fits on his torso, his blonde hair still slightly wet from the shower—he looks really good. He strides energetically towards you, a delighted expression on his face, and he doesn't even hesitate before he pulls you into a tight hug.

"Hey."

"Hey, Atsumu. You were great; congratulations." You mumble against his shoulder, and he squeezes you a bit tighter before he lets you go. "Thanks. I hope you had fun."

"I did! I loved every second; it was really cool."

He wraps an arm around your shoulders while you speak and gently directs you towards the exit. "Just wait till ya see the Olympics, that will be even better. Let's go to my place, huh?" You nod and follow him to his car.

xxx

Atsumu has a really nice apartment. It's rather high up, but the elevator is so modern and smooth that you barely realize how high you drive up. Everything is clean and cozy, and you find several pictures of Atsumu and his family on the wall and a lot of trophies. The TV on the wall is ridiculously big, but the couch is far away from it, far enough for it not to strain your eyes. Atsumu gestures for you to take a seat on the couch in the living room, and you sit down comfortably.

"I felt a bit out of place, though. Everyone was wearing fan shirts. I should probably get one too for the next game." You stare down at your plain shirt while Atsumu takes a seat next to you, still making sure to keep enough distance not to make you uncomfortable.

"You wanna wear a shirt with my number?" He grins at you, his eyes sparkling while he musters you, and you embarrassedly laugh. "I still need to decide about my favorite player. I might favor Sakusa Kiyoomi, he seemed quite impressive too. And Kageyama's sets were amazing as well." He pouts at your words, pressing his hand to his chest as if you just wounded him. You quickly raise your hands and laugh.

"I was just kidding. Of course, I'd only wear your number. I want to support your big dream of becoming a famous volleyball player someday."

He nods approvingly and reaches into his bag. "In that case, I think I have the perfect shirt for you." He offers you a crumpled piece of cloth that you quickly recognize as the shirt he's been wearing during the game. You stare at him blankly, your eyes wandering from the shirt in his hand to his face. "That's your shirt."

"Yes." He nods, still holding the shirt up.

"You will need it for the Olympics."

"Yes."

"Won't you get in trouble for this?"

"It's not like they can fire me at this point." He just shrugs his shoulder, and you finally reach out for it. "Thank you."

"Of course, can't have ya walking around with Omi's number. He is the worst, have ya seen his ugly face and his glare? I dunno why he has so many fans." He fakes a gagging sound, and you giggle while you place the shirt on the couch next to you. You're quite sure that his shirt would sell online for a fortune—especially his worn shirt. Not that you would do that.

"You seemed to get along pretty well with him on the court." You say with a teasing smile, and he rolls his eyes playfully. "He's still an ass sometimes. He's just lucky that he's good at playing. Would have ditched him otherwise. But we normally get along well, I just love complainin' about him."

"He seems... quite intense." You both exchange a glance and nod in silent agreement, and then he clears his throat.

"Uhm.. do ya wanna drink something?"

"Water is good, thanks." You smile, and he is quick to go into the kitchen and return with two glasses and a carafe of water.

"Thanks." you smile and take a sip of the glass he offers you. You both sit there for a few seconds in silence, and you mentally debate if you should suggest for him to turn on a movie or something- or to start a new topic, but he always makes your brain go blank. You wonder if he regrets his choice of inviting you over. He might have been curious about you in the beginning, like you were curious about him, but what does he actually think about you? He's so hard to read, especially since you're having a hard time figuring out if he just has a natural flirty personality or if he just does it with you. You try to stay calm while you keep on overthinking next to him, your hand tightening almost uncomfortably hard around the glass, but then he suddenly interrupts your thoughts.

"Ya wanna play a game? I got this truth or dare on mobile thing. I bought the full lifetime version when I was drunk a few years ago, and I plan to use it to the fullest." His brown eyes are warm when you meet them and you find yourself forgetting about your worries.

"Oh? I think that is a story that I'd love to hear."

"Ya might if ya use a dare for that." He winks, and you feel your cheeks heat up. He fishes for his phone and starts typing your names in the bright and cartoonish-styled app. "Is random mode fine with ya?"

"Sure." You smile and wait for him to set things up, and he places the phone between the both of you an you both look curiously at the screen.

dare for Atsumu:

Show your latest pic in your camera roll.

He pales visibly after reading it and stares at his phone blankly while you eye him curiously. "Can I pass?" Your eyes widen at his sudden static state, and you simply nod. "Uhm... you don't have to do it if you're not comfortable."

He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. "I just don't want to make ya uncomfortable."

Now he has really piqued your interest. "I won't be. Promise."

He doesn't seem convinced but opens the gallery in front of your eyes and clicks on the last picture—a shirtless picture of him, probably taken right after the game. He's still wearing the red shorts and very seductively grinning into the camera, his bare abs on full display for the camera. You quickly avert your gaze and clear your throat, feeling like a teenager looking at their crush. You now rub your throat to hide how flustered you feel from just seeing a goddamn picture of him. "I didn't expect that, to be honest. It's - uh- a nice picture, though."

"I didn't plan on posting it; I just like the after-game pump." He is quick to explain, and you just nod with warm cheeks. It's definitely getting hotter in here. The game successfully managed to create tension in the room- something that you didn't expect from a game that looks like a dorky party game. You take another sip and clear your throat. "Uhm... next?"

"Yeah." He is quick to open the app and tap on the screen.

truth for Y/N:

Who is the hottest person in the room?

You laugh and point at Atsumu. "That is quite self-explanatory."

"Ya got an easy one here since it's just the two of us." He complains and looks at you accusingly while you just laugh about his cute pout.

"Make it a bit more demanding then?"

"How about you tell me who's the hottest person in the Olympic team? You've seen all of us play today. Who's your favorite?"

"I haven't seen them all close up," you try to be neutral, but he just groans.

"There was a poll once about hot volleyball players worldwide, and someone from the Argentinean team won. He's close to Tobio-kun, apparently."

"You didn't win?" You look at him surprised. Atsumu is definitely on the hotter side of the team members from what you've seen so far- at least in your eyes. You haven't really paid attention to the other players though, your eyes always coming back to Atsumu.

"Ya seem genuinely surprised; I take that as a compliment. Nah, I didn't win, but I was in the Top Ten." He proudly puffs his chest, and you give him a playful thumbs up. "Congrats. I would have put you on number one, though." You try your best to calm your heartbeat when you see how intensely he looks at you at your words.

He grins and nods before he simply turns on his phone again without saying more about it.

dare for Atsumu:

Take a picture with a person in the room and set it as your profile pic.

"I can't set it as my Instagram pic or somethin' like that, but maybe just my screensaver?" He says as he contemplates his options.

You nod and move closer to him on the couch, until your shoulders are touching and your knees almost bumping together. He lifts the phone for a selfie and tilts his head in your direction while you tilt yours in his direction and you both try to smile brightly.

You look awkward.

That's easy to tell, and he seems to notice too because he's not taking a picture. "Uhm- maybe. We should do it like this."

He wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer to his chest, and you hear the click of the camera while you look surprisedly at him- shocked at this bold actin. "Now, look at the camera." His hand comes up to pinch your cheek gently, and you find yourself smiling at his actions. He's probably in a good mood since he won the game today, so you just let him proceed, trying not to think that this had a deeper meaning- because it probably doesn't. He grins too and takes another picture, and you remain in that position for a few more seconds, his pleasant smell invading your senses now that you're so close to him, and you subtly try to inhale deeply again. He feels good against you. Warm and solid, your body almost naturally fitting against his. Even though you'd love to stay, you slowly move back to your place and create some distance between the two of you. His muscles seem even more prominent when you look at his still raised arm and he slowly lets it sink down to his side.

He goes into his gallery again, and you both look at the two pictures. You look like a real couple. With the way you look up at him, pressed against his chest, your expression clearly flustered while he looks down at you with a grin- it's almost too intimate for you to bear. The other one in which you both smile brightly while he pinches your cheek is a rather cute picture, and he hums while he taps the picture.

"I'll take the second one then?" You nod and watch him set it as a background. "It looks nice." You nod again, definitely not trusting your voice. He is perfect boyfriend material.

"Next one then?" He sets up his phone, and you hold your breath for a second when the words show up.

dare for Y/N:

Kiss the hottest person in the room.

You awkwardly laugh and look down at your glass of water, waiting for him to laugh with you. But he doesn't. It's just silent between you now. Atsumu has not shown any reaction, just staying still as he is, still looking at the screen. You look at him with furrowed brows and then again at the screen. Should you-

No. What are you thinking?

You notice that Atsumu's knee has started bouncing, something that you think is his reaction when he's feeling nervous, and you experimentally lean just a bit closer after taking a deep breath and his eyes move from the screen to you.

His gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips when you lean forward just a bit more, and then he is slowly leaning into you too, much to your surprise. Your gaze shifts to his lips, parted just the slightest bit, so kissable-

He is waiting for you to make your move, giving up all control of the situation to let you do as you're comfortable with- and then you realize one thing when your breath meets his lips and your eyes fall shut.

You're about to kiss Atsumu Miya.

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #I've decided to update every Monday! <3 hope that's okay with you #it just works best with my schedule <3 #and you know that you can rely on it on Mondays then! <3 #I hope you enjoyed this part <3 #and I hope I'm not moving too fast #this part got longer than I expected lol #I'm pouring everything into this rn ahhh-

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drrav3nb · 1 year

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OUR LITTLE SECRET

Synopsis: With the deadline for the The Bear's grand opening only six months away, Carmy and Sydney have been working in secret on a menu fit for their new restaurant. But their joint departures and clandestine meetings have been making their colleagues curious as to what is going on between the two...

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#sydney x carmy #sydcarmy #carmen x sydney #carmy x syd #the bear fx #the bear season 2 #the bear fanfiction #the bear fic #the bear hulu #jeremy allen white #ayo edebiri #carmen berzatto #sydney adamu #after that trailer i had to write a fic #ahhh i'm so excited #hope you all enjoy it!

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Are You Gonna Eat That? - Bokuto

notes - Hi! I did it! I wrote for the lil guy!! I held a poll a little bit ago, so this fic was for that! I love doing polls sm. I wanna do a bunch more, so expect those soon! Also, happy summer! It's finally summer break for me! I've been a bit busy because we've been doing inventory at my library, but after this week, I should be back to writing more! Thanks for being awesome everyone! I love you all! Make sure to stay hydrated and well <3

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"Are you gonna eat that?" Bokuto asked for the sixth time, laying his chin on the table, giving you puppy dog eyes.

You looked at Bokuto with a straight expression and sighed. "Yes, Bokuto, I'm going to eat that. I'm just talking to some friends and don't wanna have my mouth full."

Bokuto's stomach growled and he groaned, laying out his hands in front of him. "But I'm still so hungryyyyyyyy!"

"Look," you sighed and slid him over a cracker with a sliver of cheese on it, which he took like a feral animal. "I know you're hungry from all that playing, but I'm hungry too. Being a team manager can get pretty exhausting, especially when you're taking care of a bunch of teenage boys. That's all you get, okay?"

Bokuto smiled at you brightly, nibbling on the cracker slowly. "Thanks, y/n! You're the best manager ever!"

You just jokingly rolled your eyes with a chuckle. "Thanks, Bokuto."

"Hey, maybe as a thanks for being so awesome, I'll take you on a date after this whole volleyball camp thing."

You immediately felt your face heat. You never admitted it out loud, but you definitely had a huge crush on Bokuto. You had known each other since before high school and you had always been his number one supporter in his all time favorite sport.

So to hear him ask for a date was a dream come true, but it also just felt like he was bullshitting you.

"Very funny, Bokuto." you laughed, continuing to eat your food.

"I'm serious." he said, resting his cheeks on his hands, leaning in close to you from across the table. "I think we should totally go on a date."

"What, so you can ask me if I'm gonna eat my dinner and pick off of my plate?" you snorted.

"No, y/n," he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I actually think we should go on a date. I've been meaning to ask you for a while and I thought that would be the perfect time to let it slip out."

You knew your face was bright red, but if anything said anything, you would blame it on the sun.

"I would love to." you replied quietly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"R-Really?!" Bokuto stood up in shock.

"Yes, really, dummy."

"Oh my god!! This is great!" He let out little laughs, showing how both nervous and excited he was. "After the camp, okay? I can't wait!" He then ran off to god knows where, either to tell some friends or just celebrate alone.

Either way, you were excited. You had waited too long for a date from that stupid boy.

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kithtaehyung · 1 year

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flutter (teaser) (3tan) | myg

title: flutter (m) pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit rating/genre: m (18+) ; fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: the aftermath of a night of confessions and relief. note: teaser for the next drabble of three tangerines. this takes place in a timeskip in forfeit :D note 2: apparently 300 for a goal post is way too easy now🥴 good luck if we end up with another one🧍‍♀️but anyway, happy birthday to the people celebrating today! today was supposed to be the actual drop day (since the one-year 3tan anniversary is tomorrow) but alas, life! i didn’t get to write as much on vacay, then traveling and a big ass headache took me out lol. hope it’s ok and i hope this is still a decent gift<3 the final drop is 100x more menacing ahaha🙃 warnings: nothing for teaser other than yoongi being yoongi lol, and maybe some kisses.., and soft moments.., possibly a shower scene you never know👀 (there is), final list of warnings included on drop day! est. drop date: november 19th, 2022, 2:17pm est teaser word count: 1.5k🦋 est. word count: 7k🦋

“Come shower with me.”

Oh.

What.

Did he really just say that?

You blink more than once before checking, “You sure?”

“Mm.”

Despite being exhausted down to every fibre of your being, you nod. Because you don’t think this kind of opportunity will present itself until the next blue moon.

Silent, Yoongi leads you out of bed, huffing when you wince at the beautiful soreness between your legs. And in your legs. And everywhere, actually.

“Rude.” You thump back sideways on the bed and sigh. “This is your fault.”

Expecting another laugh, you don’t get one. Instead, he simply lies next to you again, soft but firm stomach pressing into yours. “You wanna just wait for me?”

“No,” you whisper, snuggling into his chest and feeling the clinks of his jewelry. “I wanna go. I just… You got me good.”

He laughs down at your cheek, bringing your chin up and pulling you in for a kiss. “I did, huh.”

Ass. “I’m hearing a severe lack of apology here.”

And you wordlessly repeat your insult when he chuckles even deeper. But he nudges his forehead against yours, and you find yourself suddenly, incredibly shy.

Maybe it’s the fact that, while you don’t see his smirk, you certainly hear it in his question,

“You want me to?”

Immediately, your lips curve upward.

Of course not. Despite your observation, you know that he’d right any wrongs if you were truly hurt. It’s quite considerate of him to still ask in the first place.

“No,” you finally respond, breathy and right before a giggle. “That was hot as fuck.”

He hums, kissing your forehead and making you one with his sheets. “I was going easy on you, doll.”

“Be for real.”

“No lie.”

“…Well, damn.”

A soft snort wisps out, and you feel his muscles stretch as he reaches behind him. When you tilt your head, you realize he’s checking his phone, so you snuggle back against his chest to give him privacy.

You aren’t quite sure how to navigate that part yet.

After a handful of seconds, he sets it back down with a clunk. “When are you gonna leave?”

“Early. I work.”

“K.”

Your fingers come up to play with one of his necklaces, and you tenderly rub each link, one after the next. As your knuckles brush against his skin, you find yourself the utmost content. The most at home.

Yoongi has taught you many things, but one of them has nothing to do with sex. But about people. About how houses can be built with words instead of tools, and take residence in a person instead of anywhere else.

It’s fascinating—and frightening—how someone can become that for you. Especially if that person isn’t quite yours.

Yes, you’re in his place, and yes, he wants you to stay. But there’s still something missing, and you want to keep running until you find it.

If there is a universe out there where you already have, you hope that version of you realizes how lucky they are every day they live.

Your question leaves in a whisper, “Can you help me wake up?”

“Yeah, I can.”

“Thank you.”

Worries aside, you may have lucked out in this universe, too.

Shifting your legs, you breathe and curl into his chest again, realizing only later that he let you sit with your thoughts this whole time. “I think I can get up now.”

He still doesn’t say anything in return, simply vacating the bed and helping you stand.

When you stumble to the bathroom, you weakly pout while he lets out a few hisses of amusement, plotting revenge every tiny step of the way.

“I’ll fight you.”

“You can’t even use those legs.”

“There are other ways.”

“Show me later then.”

After you make the journey, he leads you to lean against his cabinets while he gets the shower ready, opening the glass and turning on the spray.

No other words are spoken, but they don’t need to be. You’re purely content to admire his body in the bright light. Because while you have seen more of this man than you ever thought possible, you haven’t truly taken him in.

As he tests the temperature, you watch the flex of his muscles, noticing how tone he is and how broad his back has become. When he flicks water off his hand and turns to walk back over, a few scars catch your eye.

So many stories of his you still don’t know.

You move to the side when he opens the cabinet behind you, but his stray kiss on your cheek before he gathers towels sets all the butterflies in your belly into a frenzy.

He’s gonna be the end of you.

Watching him leave again, your head tilts.

Yoongi’s being a lot more touchy than you ever suspected. To think this is the same person that almost let you walk out without a word makes your chest squeeze.

And squeeze some more.

This tightness is what makes you push off the counter and follow him to his shower rack, stopping him before planting a light peck of your own on his lips.

When he blinks, you softly beam, taking one of the towels and setting it where you think he was planning on hanging it. Turning, you motion for him to give you his, and you set it next to yours, knowing that you’re both still very naked, not fucking, and not giving a single shit about it.

Yoongi’s voice is almost drowned out by the running water when he asks,

“Does this still hurt?”

Your answer appears in the flinch you make at his touch, but you manage to hum anyway.

“It’s swelling, but I got ice. We can use that after this.”

How has he ever thought of himself as not enough?

You turn to face him, but he’s already opened the door, signaling for you to step inside.

So you do.

Steam and hot water envelop you instantly, and when Yoongi closes the door, you take in the large area and the backsplash that goes nicely with the floor tiles.

While the size of the shower surprises you, the contents of it do not. Yoongi has everything organized here, too, and you can’t help but smile at his consisten—

Wait.

Pause.

You’ve been in here before.

Damn, you didn’t even notice until now.

Makes sense, though. Given your harrowed as fuck state, you didn’t think to observe a single thing the first time.

While you’re casted back to that dreaded night, wet hands lightly grip your sides and pull you back. Your skin feels slick on his, and you find comfort in how his head lightly rests against your shoulder blade.

“I wanted to be in here,” he admits. And after a pause, his clarification has you choked up,

“Last time.”

You squeak out his name, eyes closed under the spray.

“But I didn’t know if you wanted that.”

The twist you make to face him is awkward, but it’s okay—normal. “You did everything right,” you confirm. “If it weren’t for you, I’d still be having nightmares.”

Yoongi doesn’t respond.

“Besides,” you add, observing bangs that are not entirely wet but sticking to his forehead regardless. “I like this being the first time instead.”

Yeah.

He’s so fucking beautiful when he smiles.

When he looks away, he states the most matter-of-factly, “I’m still charging you for all the water we use.”

You laugh through a grin. Looks like he’s consistent in many other ways. “You’re in here, too!”

“So?”

“Fifty-fifty, at least.”

“You’re the reason I have to take one.”

Your eyes roll heavenward before you find the body wash, but Yoongi stops your moments with a touch to your arm. When you swivel your head, his tone drops to a rumble,

“I got you.”

He what? “Huh?”

Yoongi holds his stare on your lips before flicking up to your eyes. “Let me.”

Oh.

This is very new.

Speechless, you shuffle, carefully switching positions as he stands under the water. When he lathers a scrub with body wash that smells entirely him, you let steam shroud your tiny smile.

You’re aware that Yoongi is nothing if not meticulous. But it’s the way he makes sure every inch of you is cleaned that you’re glad the running water covers your face.

Someone tending to you this way?

This is so, very new.

His movements are gentle, yet thorough; soft, yet determined. Whenever you think you’re clean, he keeps going, as if this is something he needs to get absolutely perfect.

Is he scrubbing more than just today off your skin?

Just the thought makes your tears bigger in size.

When he shifts you both so that you’re back under the water, he’s still silent. Almost reverent. If he knows you’re adding salt to the drain, he doesn’t show it. If he hears your little sniffles rebounding off damp walls, he says nothing.

Instead, he straightens, grabbing his shampoo before regarding your head.

He stares, and you know he’s going to ask—because of course he is. But it remains: you’re still going to appreciate his consideration, no matter what.

“Can I.”

You nod, and he slathers the shampoo in his hands before stepping close. When he stills, you search his eyes, noticing that the bags underneath them are almost gone.

“Tell me if I’m doing this shit wrong, okay.”

And butterfly wings tickle your bones all the way up to your heart.

tbc. :)

how is it so far! feel free to let me know 🥺🦋

A/N: AHHHH i hope this was a good enough snippet to hold us over until drop day! gonna try to make it saturday the 19th but, you know, life can happen lol. how did we like it! is it what you expected? is it boring? dkfdkj anyway, can’t wait to show y’all the rest bc there is so much more left to this part :’)) A/N 2: 3tanversary is tomorrow, november 16th! if you haven’t seen the little survey, here is the link for it :D ++ ⇥ three tangerines masterlist ⇥ masterlist

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holocene-sims · 3 months

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happy birthday to me 🎂

as a gift to y'all on my (not) special day, on this semi-okay monday, i am restarting my story queue 🎉

oh yes, everything the stars promised is so back! and running again at 2 posts at 8 and 9 PM EST for the time being 🥂 i'll slow it down if necessary, but 2 posts a day seems to work pretty well!

#YIPPEE GRANT CONTENT ALERT #btw if you're reading this can you let me know if you like tzrs?#i literally never do them because i forget but i am curious if anyone would like tzrs of the story posts #i did try at one point but i couldn't really gauge if they were useful or not #AHHH i'm honestly scared as hell to post again because it's been so long and i get paranoid no one will read it after months jdfkjdskfds #anna chill out challenge failed #but i am excited nonetheless :D i think it's a good update and i hope y'all will enjoy it #i'm even still adding to it so hopefully i also finish the additions before this queue dries up #holocene.txt

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malarkgirlypop · 5 months

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MEDIC! Part 20 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

HHHHHHEEEEEEHHEHEHEHEH AHHHHHHH and that's all I have to say!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.Keep reading

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We walk out of the building, I’m moving quickly, ecstatic to get to these showers and get in them. An explosion stops me in place, it sounded near and like it hit the street. “Someone’s been hit!” A person yells. I move quickly, darting down the street to where the man stands. I round the corner, Gene already leaning over the soldier. I kneel beside Gene, it’s obvious now that the man is dead.

“He was dead by the time I got to him.” Gene says with a defeated sigh. “I got it, you can go.”

He says as he writes in his notepad, detailing the events to hand onto one of the ranking officers.

“Are you sure Gene, I’m happy to help.” Gene turns and smiles at me, patting me on the shoulder.

“It’s fine, I got here first anyway.” I nod standing. Other men have gathered behind us. Ron and Don disperse the men, sending them on their way. I follow behind them. My steps are not so light anymore.

I see the showers, a smile appears on my face. I stand in line waiting patiently for my turn. I can hear the sound of running water and smell soap. It’s heavenly. I can’t take my eyes off the line, watching every man move slowly forward. Come on! Lieb falls into line behind me. So close to the front. Almost there.

“2nd platoon on me.” Don calls, Lieb ushers me out of the line that I so desperately don’t want to leave.

“Come on, he's calling us.” His hands on my shoulders, pushing me towards where Don stands. I groan in frustration, now I have to go to the back of the line again. We gather around Don.

“All right, I’m leading this patrol.” My heart sinks, that was not the news I wanted to hear. “The CO wants Grant, Liebgott, Wynn, Jackson, Shifty from 3rd platoon and Webster.” Don finishes relaying the news. That seems to be all the men from 2nd platoon. I don’t want any of them to go, can’t this be done by now?

“They want anyone from 1st platoon.” Cobb asks from behind the group, eavesdropping.

“No.” Don dismisses the man.

“Is there anyone they don’t want from second? Jesus Christ.” Lieb states clearly pissed.

“That list sounds like everybody to me.” Don says walking away.

“It’s always 2nd platoon. I swear to God, if we were down to three guys, they’d still want us for it.” I wander off as Lieb speaks feeling like I am in a daze. Trying not to let my head spin from the what if’s of this patrol tonight. I can’t think about that, not right now. I can spiral from over-thinking, which I love to do.

I stand in the line, looking at my feet. I cast my glance up, Don stands just in front of me. I go to open my mouth to say something, but in a fluid motion he pulls his top off. I close my mouth quickly, my eyes widening. I try not to stare, but I can’t pull my eyes off of him. He doesn’t seem to notice me as he pulls off his singlet, leaving him completely bare on his top half. I gulp. My heart rate quickens as a hot blush rises to my cheeks. His chest is rippled with muscles, his arms look bulky and strong. He doesn’t even realise me or how flustered I am. I can feel my breath quicken.

“Em, I didn’t know that you were a little perv.” Lieb whispers in my ear, I jump in fright spinning to face him. My face still bears the tinge of pink from moments earlier.

“I’m-I’m not a perv!” I try to defend myself but Lieb must’ve watched it all, with great entertainment. The smirk he wears says it all. “I wasn’t looking!” I try to deny it. Lieb chuckles.

“Sure you weren’t, you little perv.” He rubs it in further, causing me to turn a deeper shade of red.

“Look at you all flustered, Emily.” He teases, squeezing my face in his hands. I pull from his grasp, pushing him in the chest.

“I was just waiting for the shower.” I try my best to lie to him. He just grins wider.

“I guess it’s fine he is your husband after all.” He winks at me. I gawk, hitting him in the arm.

“Lieb! He isn’t my husband. Skip and Alex were kidding!” I try to convince the grinning man, he looks pleased at how he has wound me up. I go after him, playfully trying to attack him. He has me by my wrists before I can even make a punch.

“So feisty, little perv.” I groan, I’m so embarrassed.

“Stop!” I whine, trying to plead with Joe to end this torture, but he is having too much fun.

“You know who else would love to hear this information, Babe and Grant.” Lieb releases me from his hold, darting off to find the two men. I take chase, yelling after him to stop. He weaves through the crowd, but I stay on his tail. I see him clock the pair, together waiting in line for the other set of showers that are running.

“Babe, Grant!” He calls them as he runs up. I am not far behind, jumping on his back and covering his mouth with my hands. The pair looked very confused, as we wrestled with each other. Lieb pulls me from his back, taking my arms and crossing them over my chest, pinning me to his front so I can’t hit him anymore. I wiggle in protest but he is stronger than me holding me in place. I face outwards staring at Grant and Babe for help.

“Guess what?” Lieb starts, as I fight against him, it’s no use I’m stuck. I lean my head back into Lieb’s chest, groaning in shame.

“Well Emily was perving on Malarkey as he was getting undressed to go in the shower.” Lieb excitedly tells the men. I hang my head, I’m so humiliated. Babe and Grant burst out laughing, Lieb joins them as well. I stand glaring at them.

“Haha, very funny.” I say unamused, but the men keep giggling.

“What, so our little Em isn’t as innocent as she seems.” Grant teases.

“You wanna find out Grant?” I tease them back, he seems to stall. I grin at them all. They laugh again.

“Aww Em you’re so cute.” They clearly don’t take my threat seriously. I roll my eyes.

“Can I have a shower now or what?” I tilt my head up asking the man who still has me caged into his chest. He releases me from his hold, as I step away from him. I walk away flipping them the bird as I leave, they laugh again.

I finally made it to the front of the line. “Oh miss, you can’t shower here.” One of the soldiers stops me. I take a deep breath, you’ve got to be kidding me!

“Why not?” I ask, as men move past me to go and shower.

“Well this is the men’s shower, no females allowed. The men wouldn’t be comfortable with you there.” He informs me.

“But I’m a medic, body parts don’t phase me. Plus I was going to keep my underwear on.” The man’s face flushes pink.

“No, this is men’s only, sorry.” He tells me again.

“Well, is there a female one?” I ask.

“No.” He states.

“But, what about me? Where do I shower?” He shrugs. I sigh in frustration. I march away from the tent. “Stupid good for nothing mother fuckers.” I rant quietly under my breath. I see Captain Speirs march past me. “Captain!” I call for him, running to catch up.

“Is there a problem Emily?” He asks, looking concerned.

“Yes.” I say. “There is nowhere for me to shower, sir. They won’t let me shower in the main tents.” I explain to him, he nods in understanding.

“You can use the officers shower Emily.” Ron says nonchalantly. My face lights up. I throw my arms around his neck hugging him.

“Thank you! Thank you!” He stills under me. I let go, stepping back, “Sorry, sir.” I say sheepishly.

“It’s fine Emily, they are just round the back, go wash up.” I nod enthusiastically. I skip down the street. Picking up a clean uniform on the way.

I make it to the officers showers, much nicer than the other ones. It is a single shower that has a locking door. Meaning I can get fully undressed. I grin, very happy with the outcome.

I hang my uniform on the door outside, hiding the clean underwear and bra I stole from one of the houses under the clothes so no one can see them. Listen you do what you gotta do! I take off my shoes and socks, looking at the new pair of boots I had been given with thick warm socks. This was going to be the best. Getting clean and then into clean clothes.

I step into the shower, locking the door behind me. I strip, tossing my dirty uniform on the floor. While I shower I can hand wash my underwear, thank you crafty queen. I hang my towel on the inside of the door.

I turn on the water. I almost melt, the hot water cascading down my body. I sigh in content. I tilt my head back letting the water run down my hair and face. It eases my cold aching bones. I run my fingers through my hair brushing out the knots. My hair is so long now. Lieb always offers to cut it, but he’s a barber not a hairdresser. I would rather have it long than have him chop it.

Due to the cold my hair looks darker than normal. It’s a medium warm blonde, but when it’s wet it looks like a soft brown until it dries. Even when it’s wet my hair still forms into ringlets. According to my mum, my dad had curly hair. I always asked because her hair was dead straight. When I was little she said it was because I ate all my greens and the crust of my toast. I was always complimented on my hair, a normal compliment I would get from older ladies was, ‘I paid so much money when I was younger for my hair to look like that, and you get it for free so lucky.’

Seemed the best era to be in to have curly thick hair. But it didn’t feel that way with no shampoo and conditioner and shitty combs that would break as soon as I put the tiniest amount of force behind it. All the men had to do was shave occasionally, I on the other hand normally had a whole skin care routine, god I miss my face wash and moisturiser. I couldn’t do that now, I still tried to wash my face each night, but most of the time I couldn’t be bothered.

I washed myself head to toe with a bar of soap. I also washed the bra and undies in the shower with me. I will have to find a sneaky place to dry these so that I’m not just casually hanging them up for everyone to see. I took the opportunity to shave my legs with one of the razors

I had stolen off of one of the men, they hardly noticed when their stuff went missing. I ran my hand down my leg, they were silky smooth. I turned off the faucet and towelled myself dry, wrapping it around my torso. I opened the door a crack to grab my uniform. I stared at the empty door. I shut it and opened it again, still nothing. I looked around on the ground, no clothes anywhere.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I was livid, fuming, pissed, all of the above. I knew my clothes wouldn’t just disappear out of nowhere, someone took them, and they were going to pay. I angrily put on my socks and shoes, tightening the towel around me. I huffed as I marched through the street, who looked guilty? I didn’t care about who saw me. I was so mad.

“Hey there, woah!” A soldier did a double-take as I passed him.

“Who are you?” A man asked, following after me, I ignored him continuing on my hunt.

“Pretty lady, where are you going? I can show you a good time.” A group of men trailed behind me. I rounded the corner back to where the showers were. Cobb’s eyes landed on me widening in surprise and then guilt crossed his face, got you.

“COBB!” I roared, making everyone turn and look at me. The men who didn’t know me well enjoyed the show, however the Easy men looked like they were ready to kill me and everyone else staring.

I marched up to Cobb, he gawked at me, “I know you took my clothes!” I accused him.

“Emily!” Perco was beside me. “Here take my jacket.” He tried to offer it to me, but it barely covered what I had covered in the towel.

“No thanks, short king.” I turned to look at him, “Perco, this barely covers what I am wearing now.” I told him, he nodded, stepping away. I set my sights back on the man in front of me.

“I-I didn’t take your clothes.” He stuttered. I slid my tongue along my teeth ready to tear into him.

“What is going on here?” Bull interrupted us, “Emily what the hell are you doing in just a towel?” He asked me, looking shocked.

“Cobb stole my clothes while I was showering!” I stabbed my finger into his chest, while I hissed menacingly. Bull glared at the man.

“Is this true Cobb?” He asked the man.

“I thought it was someone else!” He blurted. I fucking knew it! “I’m sorry!”

“Oh you’re sorry! How could you not tell they were mine Cobb. It clearly had female underwear and a bra!” I shouted at him. The men watching laughed as I yelled.

“Oh that’s right, I’m sorry, you’ve never seen women's underwear have you?” He goes to open his mouth to protest.

“And don’t say your mother’s Cobb, that doesn't count!” I ripped into him, there was a collective ‘ooh’ after my roast from the spectators. Cobb was bright red and looked furious.

“God is no one going to cover her.” Webster said walking up to me, he shrugged off his jacket wrapping it around my shoulders.

“Cobb you come with me, Emily go to base and Cobb will bring you back your clothes.” I nodded still glaring at the man. Bull escorted Cobb away, looking like he was giving him a firm telling off.

“I’ll walk you.” Webster said. I started for the base, passing Lieb, Babe and Grant who gawked.

“Enjoy the show boys?” I asked, sending them a wink. They scoffed, shaking their heads in shock.

We made it back to base. I sat on the bed still in my towel. In my fury I had left all of my other belongings in the shower, so after I get dressed I will need to go back. I sat with Webster’s jacket still around my shoulders, none of the other men had come back yet, so Web sat across from me on the other bunk, awkwardly glancing at me from time to time. I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling very exposed. I tapped my foot anxiously on the ground. Web’s hand landed on my exposed thigh stilling my movements.

“Sorry.” I said, rolling my shoulders.

“Does this happen often?” He asked. I laughed, shaking my head.

“No, it's a first. I don’t normally parade around in a towel.” He chuckled, nodding his head.

“So how are you finding it? The war?” I chuckled.

“Some light conversation starter you got there, Web.” He smiled nervously.

“Oh sorry, I just, I’m interested since you're a girl. There aren’t many of you on the front.” I nodded, understanding his perspective.

“Well I can tell you it hasn’t been easy.” I gave him a sad smile, “I think this is one of the toughest things I have ever done, or ever will do. Well, maybe apart from childbirth.” He laughed at my joke.

“But the thing is, if I had too, I would do it again. If I had a choice to go back and do it differently. I don’t think I would.” I told him honestly. He watched me intensely with his bright blue eyes.

“These men really like you.” He says, I laugh. “You seem to have fit right in.” I smiled at him, taking the compliment.

“Are you just trying to make up for your previous comment?” I joked. He laughed, nervously scratching the back of his head.

“Well, maybe. It came out wrong. I didn’t mean it as an insult.” I leant forward patting him on his hand.

“I forgive you, you’re all good.” He seemed pleased, giving me a big smile.

“Well, well, well. What seems to be going on here, are we interrupting something?” Lieb strolled into the room rolled by Grant and Babe. I rolled my eyes, but Webster seemed to be flustered.

“What are we going to tell your husband? First you walked through the streets in just your towel and now you’re getting all touchy-feely with Web.” Grant teased, the other men laughing. Web look worried.

“He’s not my husband!” I started to say.

“Who’s not your husband?” Don asked, walking into the room. We all fell quiet.

“Ahhh…” Babe filled the silence with his noise. “You want to tell him?” He asked me. I looked over to Don who looked at me puzzled.

“Did I miss something? Why are you in a towel? Where are your clothes?” He asked, looking around the room at everyone. Just as I was about to start explaining again. Bull and Cobb walked in.

“Here are your clothes Emily.” Cobb said like a little boy who was told to apologise by his mother. I took them off him. Don looked even more confused. Bull stood with raised eyebrows as Cobb turned around, he sighed turning back to me.

“I’m sorry for taking your clothes, that was wrong of me.” He said in a defeated voice.

“Well I’m glad you know it.” I watched the pair leave, Bull sending me a wink over his shoulder. I grinned at him. Don just stood in the room mouth open.

“I will explain, just let me get dressed and I’ll tell you. But can you all leave the room so I get changed please.” I stood ushering them out.

“What about the guy on the gun outside the window?” Don asked.

“It’s fine he’s seen my boobs before.” I joked, but it flew over his head, he looked at me dumbfounded.

“I’m kidding Don!” I reassured the man, pushing him out of the room. I quickly got changed under my towel, so that no one could see anything. I opened the doors again to the room, calling the men back upstairs.

#hehehe #ahhh #this was the best chapter imo so far #oh my god #only emily right #I hope you all enjoyed!#can't wait to post the next chapter and it goes down hill #I made myself angry in the next chapter #but we will wait ahaha #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #donald malarkey #hbo war #fanfic #joe toye #bill guarnere #band of brothers imagine #dick winters #emarkey

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themisterhip · 1 year

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eve-pie · 19 days

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Yo look Evie! And... Evie?..what the fu-

I find it funny that they have some similarities! For example their name's, the charms on their cuff's, the pose that minx does in her information sheet is the same one bugpaw does in her old information sheet, the paws, AND my Evie is also my puppetsona!

I find this both funny and coincidentally

This is beautiful!

Note: I'm remaking my Evie's information sheet so the one present is old at least the design and a bit of the description

Lovely OC! by the way Evie minx belongs to: @z0mbieparty

#I am cracking up! this is actually very cool!!#AHHH- i hope you enjoy the fanart!#welcome home puppet show #oc art #puppetsona #ibs paint x #welcome home oc #welcome home #welcome home ocs

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Happy first WIPW of the year Ash ✨🙂

I hope your first steps into 2024 were relaxing and exciting at the same time 🙌

[The line "I need to be in control of myself before I knock him over the head" is both the sweetest and most hilarious ever. You secretly work for a theater, don’t you? 😅🤗]

If possible, I would ask for a tiny little beautiful piece of our beloved New 👑

Happy New Year Ash 💝✨🤍💫

Greetings to Janie and FF as well ✨

WIP Wednesday 1-3-24 (Closed) | New Kings AU

"You did that on purpose!" Kevin points at Andrew as he pulls off his shoes and tries to find somewhere to wash them.

"Fuck you." Andrew manages between panting breaths.

"I was just trying to stop you from ending up in jail where you definitely won't be able to see Neil!" Kevin huffs before remembering, "Andrew, he might not-"

"Shut up!" Andrew yells. "If he's...if he's not here then I'm going to go and fucking find him." he hisses. "I know all the spots nearby. He showed me the spots he liked to hide." Andrew coughs wetly and Kevin takes a step back.

#AHHH You're always so sweet to meeeeeeeee #I hope you enjoy this lil installment #New Kings AU #AFTG #AFTG AU #Andrew Minyard #Kevin Day #New Kings - Arizona - 32 #1-3-24 WIP Wednesday #WIP Wednesday Ask Game #16

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spectacular-supernova · 3 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRESIDENT OF TONARI CLUB!

I, uh, m-made something f-for you.

Know that I'm totally embarrassing my ass over here, so... Don't laugh loud enough that I can hear you from over here!

Aaaaaand now, per Lyndis tradition, I'm gonna overexplain shits and turn a simple Ask into a whole ass Ramble!

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If you're short-sighted, try removing your glasses or contact lenses and look at this picture. I just did and it's suddenly even prettier!

I actually planned to draw your Sonicsona at first. And then I realized I deadass couldn't even draw Base Sonic. Then I thought I should draw a mole. I realized I also couldn't draw a mole. I thought I should just go for the easiest shit and draw ToFu. I realized I could not draw either one of them, too.

Because I cannot draw, I cheat! I mean I turn things into shapes (chiefly triangles, though not all of them) and then color them and hope that something shows up. This is me using this scientific /+ philosophical concept called Emergence.

No, I didn't just say THAT to sound like I have a technique of any kind, trust. It's so totally a technique—my very productive ass told me.

I remember you saying your favorite color is something like pink, blue, and stuff? It was from that tag game from last year. Hence, I decided I should create a context so I could draw an obscene amount of pink and blue.

If I'm being honest, it took me less than a millisecond to come up with the exact context—Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom is abundantly blue.

And since I always wanted to sneak ToFu in, I thought I would make a purplish-pink dusk. And then I will sneak those stargazing two in.

Come on. Everyone knows those ToFu panels. Even someone like me, who had not seen that part of the manga yet, knows.

Bless Tonari for being so relaxing to color.

HOWEVER! Fushi's limited-ass color presented a big problem for my cheat-drawing. How many combinations of "white" can you even make before you zoom out and see... nothing?! So I basically sabotaged them. That's what you get for being difficult, you mopey, neck-crick-possessing, fragile-enough-to-be-blown-by-the-wind cutie doofus.

I made up the color of their pants. I didn't even refer to their Nameless Boy drip when I decided on the color. I assed that part.

Yes. I admit I put a shit ton of effort into coloring Zelda. This version of Zelda is my kin, you know. Anyway, I like the way her, uh, shirt turned out.

I also like how the Master Sword turned out, but there was so much blue I ended up requiring outlines to distinguish it from Link's shirt and the sky. Told ya I have no technique or skill. I cheat through and through

I was too lazy to draw those sky islands. Besides, the ToTK side is already saturated with details.

What the fuck issa "proportion?" Everyone's head is an orange. The difference, Nova, is whether it's a Mandarin Orange or an Orange.

I don't know if I overdid Dinraal's draconic mane. It looks like she's wearing a wig. At least she is different from how she initially looked—a red tapeworm outfitted with chicken legs.

I admit I put more effort than any Past Me would have into Dinraal because a certain mutual is very, ah, particular about dragons.

Drawing two of your favorite ships for their show of devotion was a completely deliberative choice on my end. Did you also realize that both Link and Fushi had a short, small, low ponytail and that both Zelda and Tonari had similar hair? I believe it's due to me hitting my drawing skill limitation.

There is actually an Easter Egg of some sort in this picture. It's not the ugly doodle thing, no. That thing is me. I'm not an Easter Egg; I'm a ghost.

I'm not telling you what that Easter Egg is. I'm fine with it never being discovered; it'd be like those secret levels in old video games.

But if you DID discover it, come tell me what you think it is!

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I hope you like it enough! Instead of it giving you a migraine, that is. Surely my """art"""... doesn't require a trigger warning... right?

Have a good one, mai bruzha!

---Lyn

A RAMBLE FROM YOU LYN IS THE BEST POSSIBLE BRITHDAY PRESENT I COULD HAVE EVER RECEIVED!!!! COUPLED WITH ART BY YOU????? AND OF MY FAVORITE FELLAS????? What did I deserve to be so blessed ;A; 💕💕💕

I’ll spare us all a little extra scrolling on my part by adding that read more you were fretting about, I have my own ramble upcoming!

I KNOW YOURE ON YOURSELF ABOUT NOT BEING ARTISTIC OR WHATEVER BUT THIS IS ART!!! AND DAMN GOOD ART TOO!!!!!!! This is!!!!!!!!!!! I want this made into stained glass I want to make this the permanent window to me bed roOM LYN THIS IS AMAZING THIS IS ALMOST CERTAINLY GOING DOWN AS ONE OF MY FAVORITE ART STYLES!!!! There’s no such thing as cheating in art, it’s all art!!! “Cheating” is a style, no technique is a style!!! I should know I have none either, hehe -w-‘ your art may be some type of cubism? Hehe idk I’m not an art student :3 Either way this is absolutely gorgeous I’m in LOVE!!!

It’s so creative and well done and I LOVE your eye for detail, the lighting is inspired!!!! Like the way the sun hits the space behind Zelda is so pretty, AND ZELDA IS SO PRETTY!!!!!! EVERYRHING IS SO PRETTY, I CANT FOCUS ON ONE THING BECAUSE I KEEP JUMPING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN ALL THE THINGS I LOVE ABOUT IT (every thing, every last detail!!! Is that a little you in the middle? Is that the Easter egg???? I could just pick you up and pat your little head!!! 😭 I know you don’t love hugs but that’s how I’ll be standing if you’re ever ready for one!!!)

I should slow down maybe and pick a few things to focus on BUT I JUST CANT I LOVE IT ALL!!!! The two scenes just blend so well into one another that my eyes are just naturally being drawn back and forth between both of the scenery! Dinraal, who turned out AMAZIING BY THE WAY, ABSOLUTELY NOT OVERDONE, if anything I’m so glad you had fun working on her!!! She’s so gorgeous!!!! I bet your friend is so so proud of how well she looks!!! Oh but anyway, Dinraal naturally leads my eyes over to the sun/moon (and the 24, hehe, thank you!!! /)//(\ Your memory is astounding!!), which have their own beautiful rays of light leading down onto the adorable couples 😭 I love love LOVE the moonlight leading down onto Tonari and Fushi, and the fact that she’s pointing at it too like she can almost reach it? Beautiful! Gorgeous!!! And it just leads my eyes down to them too, there’s just such a natural circular flow here, no wonder I keep getting caught in a loop of admiration! 😁

The blues and the pinks, and the stars on the ToFu side!!! I just noticed them and they’re everything to me!!!! Hahaha I’m so glad Tonari was relaxing to color hehe, same for me, something about her is just so lovely and calming when she’s relaxed 🥰 As for Fushi’s colors, I didn’t notice! Even after you pointed it out it looks good to me! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ this is from someone who never references colors though, I’m so loosey goosey about everything -w- BUT YOUR SOLUTION TO YOUR PROBLEM WAS GREAT, THEIR SHAPE IS VERY VISIBLE AND EASY TO MAKE OUT hehe :3 I love their crossed little legs 🥰

Zelda being your kin is so good to know hehe, I’ve always been drawn to all versions of Link myself! I think we’ve been perfectly set up to “play dolls” with these characters in the future, so to speak! Aaaahh they can’t have been easy to draw, there’s a reason I almost never dabble in drawing those two and their intricate outfits, but you make it look effortless!!! Zelda’s shirt turned out amazing, and I’m stuck looking at her little triangle braids!!!! I don’t know why I’m so fixated on that it’s just adorable!!! 😭💕 What a lovely technique, man, I’m so enchanted! AND THE MASTER SWORD, I know you called it cheating BUT I LOVE THE LINE WORK, it makes the sword stand out, almost like you lined that specific part with some sort of melted gold??? Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!

This is gorgeous and beautiful in every which way and thank you!!!! For everything!!! For this beautiful drawing and for giving me a chance to ramble and giving me something gorgeous to look at for the rest of my day, and for indulging in both of my silly little ships /)//(\ I’m so glad I don’t need glasses because I love every inch of your art, thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!!! Gosh it’s so so so lovely 😭💕 you’re so lovely!!!!

I don’t know how to say goodbye so I guess I’ll just say good night for now! Thank you for thinking of me… I’ll have a wonderful day, so long as you promise me you’ll have a wonderful night along side me 🥰

Goodnight, Mai Bruzha!

- Nova

#Lyn the Zelda Kin (I’ll come up with a better tag some day I PROMISE 💕 haha!!!)#Friend Rambles 💕💕💕#long post #IM SO STOKED YOU HAVE NO IDEA AAAHHHHHHHHHH KICKING MY FEET #I’m typing the tags before I actually type the main body heehee I’m gonna jump over the moon!!!!!#and thank you for the letter too I’ve been rereading it! I’ve been getting back into writing letters of my own and wow!!!#the quality of yours are amazing!! I may have to take a note or two on how to craft a good one that one was amazing!! and thank you :’)#ok editing: this nova back after her ramble in the body text #I’m sorry for how disjointed this all looks! I kind of tackled my response based on where I was looking at at any given time #and I wanted to get my reply back before you hit the sheets for the night!!! still it took me some time but I hope I made it!!!#ahhh Lyn I hope you rest well! I’m going to have an amazing birthday and you’re a contributing factor in that my friend.. Mai Bruzha!!!#I know for a fact I’m forgetting details too like just the fact that I love the idea of Tonari and Fushi chilling at night #chatting and looking at the stars and enjoying each other’s company. my favorite scenes of them are always them shrouded in darkness and #covered in some sort of fireside lighting I just!!!!!! they’re so good in the dark thank you for drawing them at night #they are a moon couple to me… and ZeLink is a sun couple to me like idk how you got all these details DOWN about me! maybe we see the world #similarly :3 good to know I have someone in the world who sees them the way I do 😁#aahhhh I’ll let you get off to sleep now dear friend!!! and thank you again! thank you thank you thank you!!!!#this is truly shaping up to be the best birthday ever!

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