#as someone who was taller than most while growing up and didn't always like what that entailed- i love how confident she is in her body

[kikixreverie]

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Best friend!Bucky x Fem!reader

Summary - When your best friend starts acting strange and you're left confused about his feelings, Natasha manages to convince you to try to make him jealous, what could go wrong?

Word count - 5k

Warnings - kind of smut, Dry-humping, slight dirty talk, a lot of kissing, fluff, jealousy

A/n - This was a request from an anon but Tumblr ate the ask... and I don't have it written down, but it was something along the lines of 'Best friend!bucky x reader where she asks him advice about a guy to make him jealous'. I wrote this months ago and it definitely wasn't supposed to be this long but here we are. I have edited it about 50 times now and still feel kinda anxious about it since I haven't posted in a while so I really hope you enjoy!

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You had always been close with Bucky. Always. Having met in your teenage years and grown up together, you were thick as thieves, he'd been your best friend for now the majority of your life. Someone you'd always go to over anyone else when problems would arise at home or school, and he did the same with you.

He had found you hiding out in the library on your second day at your new school, picking at your food with distaste as you sat alone. You were surprised at the fact that the boy had even talked to you in the first place, offering a small wave of his hand and a kind smile when you first saw him, but when he asked politely if he could sit with you and didn't hesitate to pull his lunch from his backpack and complain as dramatically as possible that there was just 'far too much food in his bag and no way he could eat it all', you remember smiling the most you had in weeks, rolling your eyes as you took the fruit he had offered you wordlessly.

You'd been best friends ever since, and there was always this unspoken understanding between you, one that you never had with Steve, as much as you loved him, or Natasha, as close as you are. It was always different with Bucky, always a different atmosphere between the two of you.

That was also unspoken. You'd mentioned it once to Natasha, explained to her that somehow, just being in the same room as him managed to calm that ever-looming anxiety you tended to feel, and when you'd meet his eyes across the distance, you always knew exactly what he was trying to tell you without any words needing to be spoken, that for weeks after your childhood pet passed away when you were 15, Bucky held your hand every single day because your anxiety had spiked and he had noticed the constant shake to them. That became a hard habit to lose.

Her response was 'the look', almost deadpan, wordlessly saying to you 'I know you're not a fucking idiot, c'mon now'.

You had blushed and changed the subject.

Of course there were times you might've looked at him a bit differently, you met at a fairly young age, and it was after meeting him that your interest in boys grew.

Watching the scrawny boy you'd known since you were 13 get his braces off and grow a sudden foot taller was a lot for your growing heart to handle, and then that Brooklyn-boy charm came in and girls were falling at his feet, not one of them knowing or caring about who he was, just hypnotised by those light blue eyes. You always hoped he was too distracted by those girls to notice how desperately hard you tried not to fall under his spell too.

So yeah sure, there may have been a time during your mid-to-late teens and possibly your early twenties that you might have liked him in a' more than a friend' way.

But that didn't mean anything had to come of it.

However, there's a certain red-headed Russian woman in your life that, for some reason, refuses to let you hide in your dark pit of misery and denial.

You shouldn't have even mentioned it. the one time you willingly brought up the topic of James Barnes with the all-knowing Natasha and she had immediately fed your delusions.

"I'm not saying he was jealous at all, Nat, I'm just saying... he looked kind of upset."

"What kind of upset? Did he look sad? Angry? Were his eyebrows all furrowed? ooh, did his fists clench? I bet his fists clenched. The jaw definitely clenched. He's a jaw clencher for sure-"

"Nat, Stop! He just..." You groaned, throwing your head back dramatically as you leaned against her kitchen counter, "He just seemed off."

"Okay, but did his jaw-"

"Yes! Now can we stop talking about it."

She stopped what she was doing to stare at you, her eyebrows raised, "You do realise you're the one that brought it up right?"

You sighed and pressed your palm to your forehead, before dragging it down your face, and Natasha tutted, wrapping her arms around you in a tight squeeze.

"You're stressing yourself out too much about all this, babe. Why don't you just ask him how he feels."

You pulled back from the comforting embrace quickly, but still stayed in her arms, "Fuck that. No. No way. Then he'd know, he'd know why I asked, or he'd at least ask me why I asked and then I'd either have to run away or lie to him and I've never been able to-"

"Okay, breathe angel. Stop this, you can't do this forever, honey. I know you're scared of losing him but this is what could break your friendship if you let it, half the time you're avoiding him because you are so scared of him knowing how you feel." Said Natasha, before she pulled away to continue with her cooking.

"What do you mean how I feel?" You asked, feeling your cheeks grow hot when she sighed and shook her head, not even looking your way.

"Nope, no, not even gonna get started on that one. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

You opened your mouth to argue but she only gave you another look, and your mouth snapped closed.

It was silent for a moment and you leant your elbows on the counter, holding your face in your hands as you watched her expertly sprinkle different spices into her food, but you knew not to get too comfortable in her silence, Natasha was scheming, and that was definitely something to be frightened of.

You practically jumped out of your skin when she finally broke the silence, "I have an idea, but I need you to have an open mind and actually listen for once, okay?"

You hesitated, struggling to hold the intense eye-contact she was currently giving you. A part of you was ready to say no, tell her to leave it be and let you wither in a pit of sadness, but the rest of you leaned in to her words, wanting, no, needing something to happen, anything after years of this constant stalemate, this strange game of cat and mouse between yourself and your best friend. You were constantly holding your breath around Bucky, waiting for something inevitable to happen. What that would be? You had no idea, but you couldn't do it anymore.

"...go on." You finally said, having made up your mind without realising. Natasha almost seemed surprised, but you weren't sure that was even possible. She nodded and gave you a smile.

"You wanna know if he was jealous? Give him a reason to be and then figure out if he is, that way, you'll have more of an idea of how he's feeling, and when it comes to talking to him about your feelings, you might actually do it this time. Plus, you might get some info on how to get him even more interested."

You thought over her words, still confused as to what her grand plan was, "And how might I do that exactly?"

"Say you've got a date, ask him for advice, play with him a little bit. Works every time, trust me."

She said it like it was no big deal, and you were stuck on the way her smirk widened when she said 'play with him a little bit'.

"I just told you I can't lie to him." You replied.

Natasha simply raised her eyebrow at you, "As if you haven't been lying to him since you were 15."

"Hey, that's not lying, it's just... concealing certain parts of the truth."

She tilted her head in your direction but you ignored her, turning away completely and crossing your arms over your chest with a huff.

"Don't lie then, tell him that your interested in some guy and play it off like your asking for advice. He doesn't have to know that he is said guy and its all a secret ploy to make his jaw clench again."

"Nat." You groaned.

"What?"

"Why would I ask him for advice though? He knows I'd go to you."

Nat sighed this time, frustrated with your excuses, "Tell him you wanted advice from a guy."

"But Steve-"

"Just do it! If he's actually jealous he'll be more focused on the fact that your trying to get into pants that aren't his." She raised her voice, dropping her wooden spoon into the simmering pot to turn to you, that Russian accent peaking through her words.

"Nat, I'm telling you now, he isn't jealous."

She almost started to argue, but then she spotted that dejected look in your eye and stopped herself, taking a deep breath to calm her frustrations and think of a good response, "Are you saying that because you believe it? Or because you want him to be jealous so bad you wish he wasn't, because you're terrified of losing him."

You went silent, staring down at the floor when you realised you had no response for her.

"Thought so." She said before shuffling closer, pulling you in for a hug, "Look babe, you need to stop worrying about what could happen, and just focus on what is happening right now. If you're not ready to tell him how you feel, you don't have to. Trying this won't hurt, and it won't hurt your friendship, okay? Go one step at a time, you're getting too ahead of yourself."

You thought about it for a while as you enjoyed the hug, before you pulled back and nodded, thanking her for the advice and apologising for being difficult, she only chuckled and began to dish up the food.

"No worries honey, I'm used to it."

It's not like you had ever said you'd actually do it, and you never exactly planned to. But Natasha's plan had started to loom over every interaction you had with Bucky, so much so that without realising you had started to avoid him, and that only made you feel worse.

It took a sleepless night of tossing and turning and missing your best friend like crazy when you finally made the decision. You can't do this forever, why not just say fuck it for once.

It started when Bucky had invited you to his place for a movie night, like he did every weekend, like he had the past two weekends where you had declined, but this time you said yes, and decided that this would be the night you tried to make him jealous.

You weren't proud of it, and a part of you felt incredibly guilty as you stood at his door and knocked. No matter how many times Natasha told you this was harmless, you still couldn't believe her.

"Are we knocking now? What happened to 'your place is my place'?" Bucky asked as he opened the front door to let you in, barely moving aside so your arm brushed against his when you walked past him.

"Ha ha. Just didn't know if it was locked or not." You punched his shoulder and he scrunched up his face in mock offense.

"Sure. Go sit down and pick a movie, I'm just getting some snacks ready." Bucky said, nodding to the couch before he turned and walked into the kitchen, black sweatpants so low on his hips you could just about see the waistband of his boxers, wearing a black t-shirt with his hair pulled back into the low bun you'd helped him learn how to do.

You nodded slowly, watching him walk away for a few seconds before rolling your eyes at your own idiotic behaviour and slumping down across Bucky's couch, the remote in your hand as you lazily flicked through Netflix.

"Any particular genre?" You shouted out to Bucky, who came out from the other room to shrug his shoulders at you.

"Like I said, doll, whatever you'd like. Only fair after I made you come with me to see that god-awful movie Pheobe forced me to watch."

You snorted a laugh, frowning when he walked away again, your mind wandering to the last time you went to the movies with Bucky, over a month ago now, when he had forced you to third-wheel his second date with 'Pheobe' for no apparent reason.

It was almost humiliating the way she had pulled you aside in the bathroom.

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"I seriously don't mean to be rude but... why are you here?" Pheobe whispered, despite the fact that every stall was empty and Bucky was stood outside the building, but your face grew heated as the woman across from you voiced the exact question you'd been asking yourself all night, "Like, at first I thought you were a lesbian, but after that story you told earlier I'm assuming you're not, which is fine, but why are you here? I told Bucky this was a date. Does he really not like me at all?"

You were stumped, opening and closing your mouth like a blank-minded fish, searching for the answer that you didn't have, only coming up empty, "Honestly Phoebe, I have no idea. I'm sure he does like you, maybe he just wanted me to come to..."

"Maybe he just wanted to go on a date with you."

"What?!"

"You heard me. I think I'm the third-wheel here." Her voice went quiet, and you instantly felt bad.

"No, Pheobe. That's absurd, he's my best friend."

"You might want to re-think that."

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"What did you pick?" Bucky asked, placing the bowl of popcorn in-between you as he sat down and you smiled at him, pushing away the memory.

"Twilight." You replied, sinking back into your seat as you grabbed and handful of popcorn and shovelled it into your mouth.

Bucky nodded as his eyes focused on the screen, his jawline prominent as he chewed, licking his lips of the salty flavouring, a light stubble on his jaw from not shaving in a few days-

"You good?"

You gulped loudly, taking a breath as you met his eyes, embarrassed that you'd been caught staring, "Yup." You said, nodding as you turned to look at the screen again, ignoring his amused chuckle.

Your mind wandered to the conversation you'd had with Natasha only hours ago.

'Don't overthink it, just bring it up when you get the chance, be casual about it'

No overthinking, casual. Easy. Maybe now would be a good time to bring it up, casually, without overthinking anything.

"Actually-" You started, clearing your throat when it immediately closed up and your fight or flight was begging to kick in, your mind instantly wondering to all of the negative repercussions this could-

You were definitely overthinking right now.

"Yes?" Bucky asked, still half watching the movie before he fully turned to face you, sensing that this sounded fairly serious.

Definitely not casual either.

"I wanted to uh, talk to you about something." The temptation to smack yourself on the forehead was growing unbearably stronger by the second, but you imagined that would probably raise some concern. Your hands twitched by your sides instead.

"What is it?"

"Well, it's kind of- I basically, well." You tried to awkwardly laugh it off, but sighed instead, just fucking say it, fucking lie to your best friend to find out if he's jealous, "There's this guy."

His eyebrows raised, lips parting, before he quickly snapped his mouth shut and furrowed his eyebrows, taking on a sort of clinical expression as he nodded, motioning for you to continue.

"He's uh... I really- like... him, and... he's..." You took a breath, too many pauses, "different, you know?"

He scrunched his face up, "Different? What does that even mean."

"I don't know I just-" You covered your face with your hands, regretting every decision that had led you to this point. "I really want him to like me."

It was quiet for a moment, and you wanted to peak at him, but couldn't.

Bucky sighed, hands gently taking hold of your wrists to pull your hands away from your face, "Look sweetheart, if he's really a smart guy, he'll already like you. Any person would be lucky to have you, you don't need to change for anyone."

You rolled your eyes at him but smiled nonetheless, "I know Buck, thank you. I just..."  

Don't overthink it.

"I was wondering if maybe, you might give me some advice? I'm seeing him on Monday and I guess I just want to make him want me, you know?"

He paused, still holding onto your wrists, "Want you?"

"Yeah, you know like- I wanna know what guys really like. I want to make sure he'll never forget me. That sort of thing."

"Sweets, I don't know if you should be asking me that. Why don't you just talk to Natasha if it's that important." He said, letting go of your wrists and pulling away.

"Because I want to hear it from a guy, and Steve's far too awkward for this conversation. C'mon Buck, please. I want you to teach me."

"You want me to teach you?" He asked, more than slightly breathless, and you quickly realised that this sounded much less like getting advice for a guy you like and more trying to get info on what Bucky liked sex-wise.

You did not plan for it to go down that route, and you wondered if you should pull it back, change the subject and try this again another time, without getting too explicit, but the way Bucky had almost whispered those words, was driving you insane. You wanted this to go further. "Yeah, I want to give this guy the night of his life."

He clenched his jaw, and tried not to laugh at the situation, almost tempted to text Natasha at that very moment and break the news. 'Jaw has clenched, I repeat, the jaw has clenched'. You managed to keep that temptation under control, still finding the situation slightly humorous before you actually realised what this meant.

Holy fuck, he's jealous.

You knew now was as good a time as any to push further, and with your new-found realisation, came a new-found confidence, the nerves pushed to the back of your mind, the only thing left of them being the fluttering in your chest.

"What do you think I should wear?" You held back a smirk when he leaned forward in his seat, elbows rested on his knees as he dropped his face into his hands. You kept pushing, "Remember that green dress I wore to your birthday last year? Do you think I should wear that one? You'd think he'd like that? Would you like it if it were you?"

"What do you mean if it were me?"

You froze, your cheeks heating up, that heat spreading to your neck as you quickly tried to save yourself whilst keeping this strange relaxed smoothness to your voice. "If you went on a date with Pheobe, and she wore that dress, would you like it?" You asked, before deciding to push it even further. Natasha's voice echoed in your mind 'play with him a little', "Would you think about taking it off her?"

He didn't even hesitate to reply, turning his head to look at you as he continued to sit forward, an almost angered air to his words, "It wouldn't suit her."

"You don't like it? But I thought-"

"Yes, I liked the dress, you looked fucking gorgeous in it. It just would suit her." He urged, the words coming out in one breath, his voice straining over the final word as if it was physically uncomfortable to say, like he held a certain distaste for the word. Her.

You could sense the atmosphere in the room changing, warping with the darker, heavy feeling that radiated off the man you were teasing without him even realising it, and although you knew you should probably stop, that you were getting on his nerves and for some reason this seemed to be a touchy subject, that nagging, red-headed voice was seeping into your thoughts again, telling you to go further, so you continued to push.

"Would he like it do you think?" You asked, tilting your head, keeping that sickly sweet innocent look on your face, he sighed and closed his eyes, his tongue wetting his lips again, teeth biting at the soft skin.

"If he had half a brain he'd fucking love it." He breathed, eyebrows furrowing along the words 'fucking love it' and you knew exactly what he was thinking of, the picture he had in his head.

Your smile faded, watching the way he opened his eyes but kept them trained to his feet. That heat grew in your chest, that weight, that feeling, weaving its way around your heart and seeping into your bloodstream, it carried through your veins, and suddenly you had never felt closer to your teenage self than you did now, like she had pushed the older you aside and taken her place, because she knew this feeling, she was the only version of you to ever fully accept and admit it for what it was, that the reason she blushed so much when her best friend asked her to prom because he'd rather go with you than some random girl he didn't care about, was because you loved him, and of course you still do now, of course you do.

You thought of what Pheobe said that night, you thought of what Natasha was constantly telling you, or that time Steve accidentally slipped that Bucky had a crush on you when you were younger, and you looked at him now, quickly realising that it was never them who warped your idea of Bucky's feelings, it was you.

The feeling had encapsulated your entire being now, the realisation of yours and his feelings and you decided that you had both waited far too long if this is what you wanted.

And you wanted him.

So you continued to play, speaking with a much more serious air this time, you didn't smirk, you just watched him as you spoke.

"I guess that's settled then, I just need to know what to wear under it." You practically whispered it, the warm apartment feeling sweltering now.

"Fuck." He whispered to himself, dropping his head in his hands again, "What are you doing?"

He looked at you from his bent position, almost looking desperate. No, he did look desperate, and you hated and loved it at the same time, for two very different reasons, you understood exactly what he was feeling, having been a victim to his teasing one too many times.

You parted your lips to talk, thinking for a second that you might actually be upsetting him, but then his eyes dropped to watch the movement, staring at your lips as he released a breath.

"I'm asking you for advice, Buck." You said quietly, eyes darkening as you leaned closer, your nose almost touching his and his eyes dropped again, entranced by your lips, "What about kissing?"

His lips parted, eyes darting up to meet yours, but he made no move to go back, in fact, you realised with a feather-light touch of his nose to yours, that he had inched closer to you, "What?"

His eyes were soft as he waited for you to speak, no apprehension to be seen.

"I need to know how to kiss him, how guys like it, you know?" He moved back an inch, that not so subtle disappointment in his eyes, "How do you like to be kissed, Buck?"

He shook his head in a barely there movement, eyes still not leaving yours, swallowing roughly when he caught you looking at his lips.

You moved closer to him, filling that inch that he had put between you, your heart thumping faster in your chest when he did the same, like he was magnetised, he looked at your lips again and you decided to take the chance.

"Like this?" You asked, before filling the gap completely and your pressed your lips to his, kissing him soft and slow, your stomach fluttering when he didn't hesitate to reciprocate, kissing you back the exact way you were guiding him to, but you pulled back before letting it continue for long, his breath fanning out across your lips, you gaze fluttered to his eyes for a moment, "Or like this?"

You kissed him again, this time harder, more urgency in it, your right hand lifting to his shoulder before you slid it to the nape of his neck, a sudden desperate need for his lips on every inch of your skin overcoming your thoughts when his arms wrapped around your waist.

You pulled away again and he tried desperately hard to follow you, eyes opening to voice his frustration when you wouldn't let him.

But you brushed your thumb across his bottom lip, silencing him, "Or maybe like this."

This, this was definitely the one.

You kissed him soft and slow, but this time parted your lips to brush your tongue across his, relishing in the noise that escaped him when you did so, and the way he then did the same to you, parting his lips in a way that breathed hot air into the kiss.

You were so enraptured with the taste of him that you barely even noticed when he pulled you onto his lap, your knees digging into the couch on either side of him. You only realised when his thighs between yours had suddenly stopped your ability to squeeze your thighs together in hopes of relieving that throbbing ache that had formed between them.

This kiss continued much longer than you had planned it to, forgetting what you were going to do next, but you didn't mind much, too caught up in the way his lips were so stupidly soft and his tongue was hot and wet, and his hands were huge and grasping at your clothes with a desperation so similar to the way you pulled his hair.

You pulled away again, much to his dismay as he practically growled and rolled his eyes in frustration. He rested his head back against the couch and licked his kiss swollen lips.

You needed more, barely letting yourself think about the fact that you had just kissed Bucky, The Bucky, Your Bucky.

"What about this, Buck? You like it when a girl does this?" You asked and he frowned, looking up at you in almost annoyed confusion, opening his mouth to speak but then you moved forward on his lap, sitting in a way that your core was pressed against his, his cock twitching in his sweatpants when you rolled those hips of yours, the annoyance and confusion faded and he reached for your hips, eyes fluttering shut when you made the movement again, biting your lip when it stimulated your clit, "Do you think you could come from this, Bucky? Or would you need more? Would you want my hand, or my mouth? Or would you just be begging to fuck me at this point."

He groaned at practically every question, his hands holding your hips as you grinded yourself on him, his cock now achingly hard as his hips started to lift slightly.

"Fuck, sweetheart, what is this? Why are you doing this?" He asked, his voice urgent and needy as he forced himself to stay still under you, gripping your hips tighter to signal for you to stop your movements, much to either of your dismay, "Please tell me this isn't all for some fuckin' guy."

You froze, confused for a second, before realising he still had no idea, and that guilt you had shoved away creeped back in.

Your heart was in your throat as you finally told him the truth, "It is, but he's you Buck. It was always you, it's always been you."

His lips parted, eyes widening slightly at what you had just confessed to him, "I'm the guy you were asking me advice about?"

"Well yeah, who else am I gonna get better advice about what you like from? Better to hear it from the horses mouth, eh?" You smiled sheepishly, shrugging your shoulders as you watched him huff a laugh with a shake of his head.

"Natasha, right?" He asked, raising an eyebrow but you didn't respond, probably looking very guilty of his accusation, "Well, I guess I should tell you that we may have been two-timed by her. She actually gave me the very same advice a few months ago, I just never had the guts to take it as far as you did."

"You talk to Nat about me?" You teased, but he only smiled gently, soft eyes watching you.

"Of course I do, how could I not tell her all about the girl I've been in love with since I was 15." He confessed quietly, blush reddening his cheeks, "God, she must be sick of me talking about you."

You laughed quietly, trying not to settle into the disbelief of it all and instead focus on your excitement, that teenage girl inside of you was screaming with glee and kicking her feet. You didn't let realisation that James Barnes just confessed he'd loved you the whole time you'd loved him be tainted with regret about wasted time.

"She must be sick of us both, I've been doing the same thing ever since I met her."

He smiled at you and you smiled back, pressed your forehead against his.

"What do we do now?" You asked, still very much feeling the physical after-effects of your intense make-out session.

Bucky huffed a laugh, "I'd love to say go to the bedroom, but not yet, I think we should work up to that."

You nodded and smiled, understanding what he meant and feeling thankful he was able to voice it for you, "Agreed."

"We could do this for a while longer though, still got four and a half twilight movies left to go." Bucky joked, his fingers finding their way under your shirt to brush against soft skin.

"Hm, sounds like an excuse to make out with your best friend all night."

"Maybe it is." He whispered back before he kissed you again, using his hand on your back to press you against him.

It felt so natural to the both of you, your bodies fitting together perfectly, no awkwardness or anxiety. You knew you'd both need to talk properly soon, but that could wait a few movies more, for now you could settle with kissing him until you ran out of air.

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— 𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼 — (neteyam x fem!reader)

requested: yes

synopsis: golden boy neteyam has a lot of suitors but best friend y/n didn't like any of them and would tease the hell of out neteyam just to see him embarrassed

pairing: neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

tags: sarcasm, fluff, implied jealousy, long time pinning

warnings: lowercase intended, swearing

word count: 1.9k

a/n: characters are aged up! this is the very first request by @tejas-kris ! thank you very much for the idea! hope this is to your liking ^u^

+ gif not mine. ctto.

neteyam, as everyone knows, is the next olo’eyktan and the golden child of the sully’s. he’s kind, thoughtful, humble, and everything a leader is. handcrafted by eywa to perfection. all na’vi his age longed to be picked by him when he was to choose a mate.

y/n, the rebellious best friend of neteyam, is also a part of the growing admirers of neteyam but he doesn’t need to know that. she has been a part of his life ever since they could breathe. you’d think that because of being his age and being in his life that they’re best of friends, but you’re wrong!

growing up, y/n would hang with the sully's and have her height measured beside them. at one point, both she and neteyam had the same height until y/n continued to grow taller than the oldest sully kid.

he became the end of her height jokes until he just didn’t care anymore. yeah, it was their thing with the jokes but if someone else says them, y/n would definitely pull those na’vi’s tails and perhaps destroy their dignity if she feels generous.

with age comes maturing of many things, mainly the features of one's face. neteyam grew up into a very handsome na’vi. imagine being the son of toruk makto, son of the daughter of the previous olo’eyktan, first born son, and the next olo’eyktan in the making?? not only that, someone who is strong, smart, sharp, humble, did i mention handsome, and kind?

oh eywa, to be standing beside neteyam and being called his… that’s the dream, right? wrong. not when he’s constantly beside y/n. that bothersome yet loyal companion of his.

neteyam had many suitors come his way. there was inaw, a beautiful na’vi who weaves beautiful baskets and many others. when she was trying to give neteyam a bracelet after she confessed, y/n was there to torment the poor na’vi and by poor na’vi, it’s neteyam. why does he get the end of the torment?

“ooh~ lookie here! neteyam finally got another suitor! and look at this beautiful bracelet,” y/n held neteyam’s wrist up as she examined the gift that inaw had just given neteyam didn’t ask for the bracelet to be put on. inaw just put it on him–

“you weave the most beautiful materials, inaw.” y/n grins, showing her fangs to the na;vi that was slowly backing away out of awkwardness and embarrassment. “and i must admit, it suits his features. made his hands pop out its color and veins.” her voice just laced with sarcasm and her eyes rolled adding to the mockery.

neteyam soon removes the bracelet and gave it back to inaw, face flushed with embarrassment. “i really, really appreciate the gesture. but i’m not looking for a mate now.” neteyam says in a hurry before running off.

y/n turns to the poor na’vi while chuckling. “oh eywa, when will you skxawngs learn?” she once again rolled her eyes before following neteyam, embarrassing him more.

another was a na’vi named nitsek who had a very beautiful singing voice. she would always pull neteyam to sit in the front whenever she and a few other na’vi’s sang during their events.

what nitsek didn’t like was when y/n followed beside neteyam. she hated neteyam’s best friend because it hinders her from pursuing the next olo’eyktan. nitsek would bat her eyelashes and ask neteyam to tell y/n to move to another place so she can do her best in performing.

y/n always hears this and snorts in amusement. what a bold move, she admits, but a very wrong move at it.

“nEteYAm oH My eYwA yOu mUsT tAkE tHis hidEoUs fRienD oF yOurs AwAy fRom thE fRont,” y/n says while mocking nitsek’s voice. “yeah neteyam, you should shoo me away because i might distract your little girly over there,” she says while pointing and wiggling her index finger towards the na’vi girl.

“of course, our cutie over here would protect his ‘future mate’, right? i mean, i know you to be such a protective na’vi but hey, i’m not THAT dangerous now, am i?” y/n raises her brow at neteyam before turning to nitsek, who looked like she was ready to just pounce at the na’vi mocking her.

neteyam’s face was as purple as a yovo fruit. he walks away, not bothering to say goodbye to nitsek. the na’vi tried to call neteyam back but he didn’t return.

y/n blows a bitter kiss towards nitsek and waves goodbye. nitsek was left punching the air and hissing at the leaving na’vi’s way.

out of all the na’vi’s that tried to pursue neteyam, her favorite was roka, an acquaintance of kiri as roka was training to be a tsahik when the day comes. to be fair, she was very good at what she was practicing. one of mo’at’s best students but not one of her favorites.

roka would always ask kiri to be the one to help tend neteyam’s cuts after every raid, not that he needed that much help since he doesn’t get that hurt often. kiri, being the nice friend she is, she would let roka patch neteyam up.

despite meeting up a lot, neteyam and roka were awkward with each other. roka didn’t know how to start conversations with her admiration while neteyam just wants to be finished and leave the tent as soon as he can.

y/n came in with the last group of the raid and asked the other sully kids where was their oldest brother. “he’s in roka’s tent! she’s just patching his cuts up.” tuk says happily while she encircles y/n checking if the older na’vi had any cuts. seeing that there were cuts, she leads y/n to kiri’s tent so she can get patched up.

“sissy! y/n needs to get some bandages.” tuk got some of the medicines that her sister usually uses and some patches to cover the cuts afterward.

upon learning where neteyam was, a sly thought passed her mind. while kiri was patching her up, she motioned tuk to come closer.

“hi’i tuk, can i ask you a favor?” y/n says with a smile, one that kiri was familiar with while tuk was not so. “what is it tsmuke?” tuk asks, her voice just so sweet. no one will know that she has any malicious intentions.

“could you tell your big brother that your tsmuke is hurt badly and needs his support?” y/n pouts a bit to seal the deal. tuk nods immediately before running out the tent. kiri looks up from patching her friend up, an eyebrow raised and a smirk breaking out her mouth.

“you’re such an ass, y/n!” she says while nudging her friend. “whaaaat??? am i wrong?! your friend here is badly hurt and you laugh at her?” y/n raised her hand and dramatically sighs. “what if this was my last day? i would not see my dear neteyam’s face. his oh-so-handsome face that all omatikaya fawns over.” she clasped her hands together and swings her legs.

“eywa, i could never take you seriously with all the shit you say.” kiri snorts before finishing patching y/n up. “but i’m ‘serious’ here. i’m juuuust like everyone else.” y/n air quotes the word ‘serious’ before leaning back against her arms.

“you know, that’s not how you get my older brother’s attention. he already has it on you and you don’t have to try.” kiri says as she placed all the medicine and patches she used back in their places. “he looks at you as if you put the stars up in the sky.”

y/n choked on her saliva before laughing. “noooo no he doesn’t. that perfect ass skxawng does not, and i quote, ‘looks at me as if i put the stars up in the sky’. i get that i can be an asshole to other na’vi’s sometimes,” kiri glares playfully, “sometimes??” “that’s not the point, kiri!” y/n throws her arms up in frustration.

“the point is he doesn’t like me that way, point blank period. i mean, yeah we fight sometimes but i think that’s because we get competitive, and maybe our feelings get the better of us, but he’s such great na’vi. even when i get mad after he won our sparring, he would apologize even when he doesn’t have to.” y/n rests her chin on her palm while looking at kiri.

“when that brother of yours finds the right mate to spend his life with, i wouldn’t find anyone like him who would put up with me. i mean, with this personality, who would? even if i say ‘i love him’, would he say he loves me back?” she mumbles the last sentence while playing with her anklet. one that she made with neteyam and matched with.

when kiri didn’t reply, y/n looked up to see what was happening. kiri had stopped her actions and was looking behind y/n.

y/n turns around to see neteyam with tuk not far behind. realization hit her hard like bricks. he positively, absolutely heard everything she had said. fuck.

“i’ll leave you two to chat, alright?” kiri says while pushing tuk away from the tent, her little voice growing further as she asked her sister why.

neteyam moved close to y/n, a small space between them enough space to leave for eywa. y/n’s ears flatten as her tail swayed furiously. she stood up to leave but neteyam pulled her back, both standing in the middle of the tent.

“you heard nothing from me, okay?! absolutely nothing.” y/n glares right at neteyam’s eyes only to look away almost immediately.

neteyam, who’s face was just purple after hearing that his heart’s love had just confessed her feelings so straightforwardly, how was he supposed to react? his tail sways in a small but fast motion, ears twitching in happiness as he smiled.

“so you do feel the same way i do.” neteyam says as a matter of fact. y/n rolled her eyes before punching his shoulder softly. “no i don’t.” his grin widen before pulling her into a hug. this caught y/n off-guard before she tried to get him off of her. she ultimately gave up and hugged him back. he can hear her heart beat fast as he rest his head against her chest.

“i see you.” neteyem softly says while playing with a braid of y/n’s. y/n’s eyes widen as her heart raced. oh eywa, it’s happening… it’s hAPPENING–

“it’s alright if you don’t say it now. i will wait for you for as long as it takes.” neteyam adds before letting go of her, only to be pulled back into the hug, this time, her chin resting on top of his head.

“i see you, neteyam. for such a long time, it’s just you in my head,” she says, her voice was small, quiet almost but he heard her well.

he was glad. neteyam had loved this tall na’vi since forever and to be in her arms at this moment just feels so… right. y/n thought the same. she can finally keep him in her grasp, never to be let go. and besides, she needs an armrest and neteyam is there to provide it for her.

“am i also in your heart?”

“oh shut up, skxawng!!”

na'vi dictionary (seen in order):

hi'i - small

tsmuke - sister

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DIY (Independent S/O Idea)

I see so many posts about Bakugo who takes care of his s/o and it’s cute and nice, but what if he was dating or married to someone who liked being alone and was used to taking care of themselves?

Warnings : Some language, unedited, also this is way longer than I thought it was gonna be, reader has a big-ass dog, ummmmmm... think that's it

☾ This is a little self-indulgent so bare with me ☽

So, before meeting Bakugo you lived alone. Maybe you had a dog or maybe you had a cat or a lizard, I dunno. Point is, you lived alone. And you liked it that way. You had grown up in a pretty full house without a moment of peace—which was fun and enjoyable sometimes—so, growing up, you knew you never wanted to live with another person EVER again. That also meant you wanted zero romantic relationships because no.

A romantic relationship involves two people who were willing to give to each other. Be it time, energy, or just a listening ear, they would give of themselves to their loved one all because they, well, loved them. You could give. You were very good at giving. Ever since you were a young, blubbering toddler, you gave things to others because it made you feel good to know they were happy. When you are older, you gave other tings—time, energy, money—you were very good at giving.

It was the taking part of the equation—the asking for help and support and love part—that you knew you'd struggle with. People said you could learn but you didn't want to. As a kid, you had spent your whole life giving, but people rarely gave things to you—toys, little gifts, sure. You got those things often enough, but the deeper things in life? The things that were a little harder to give? A listening ear? Empathy? Patience? Support? You didn't have a lot of that. So, you gave that to yourself the best you could because you were good at giving.

You were more independent than most and you were happy like that. You didn't want to learn how to take because you were more than content being by yourself, thinking by yourself, living for yourself... That sort of thing wouldn't be fair for your s/o and it wasn't like you wanted an intimate relationship so you remained single—a virgin in every physical sense of the word.

Then, he showed up. (Hehehehehehehehhehehehehe)

It was a normal evening for you. Nothing out of the ordinary was going on, you didn't feel weird, and your giant fluffy dog (self-indulgent, I know 😔) was lounging about at your feet while you worked. Normal. Your online business was going very well—yes, I'm talking entrepreneur kind of independent—and the ac was blowing the perfect temperature so things were normal—they were especially good, actually.

Then, he showed up.

Out of the blue, something crashed into your house—through your bedroom balcony, it sounded like. Your dog (Imma name him Biji (Short for Bijronson)—self-indulgent—but you can name him—or her—whatever, I guess...) Anyway, your dog shot up from his spot because of course he did, you did too. He trotted to the bedroom door—not a happy trot, but a cautious, purposeful one—and stood at it, watching whatever was going on.

You arrived next, eyes widening at the whole-ass man who fell into your apartment—into your life but you didn't know that yet. You knew who he was. Of course you knew who he was. The number two hero was a very noticeable man. He was large, a foot taller than you at least. His shoulder width was ridiculous and only enhanced by his small waste. Such a snatched thing. Truly a Doritos shape worthy of nacho cheese dreams. (Nacho cheese Doritos are mvp, don't fight me)

Then there was his stupidly handsome face. A scar ran down the right of it—from the edge of his hairline down to his upper neck. His light blond eyebrow was missing in the middle and his crimson eye was a little milky. He wasn't completely blind in it, but rumor said he would be soon. Most people said it wasn't a pretty sight but you always disagreed. Not only did it look badass, but it proved he went to hell and was strong enough to come back. Which was cool as fuck.

He was awesome—maybe a little bit of a jerk but you didn't need to like him as a person because you didn't know him a just a person. You knew him as Dynamight. As a hero, and he was a damn good hero. More often than not you would joke with your closest friends saying “If he's not Dynamight, I don't want it.“

“Dynamight is the bar.“

“He has to at least be six-foot Dynamight stature before I'll even think about it.“

Silly shit like that—all of which was just that. Silly. A joke. Never in a million years would you want to date Dynamight or any of the other pros you joked about. Your friends knew that. Everyone would share similar jokes before consoling their poor husbands or wives or boos or whatever because it was just a silly thing. You wouldn't even call what you had a celebrity crush. Dynamight and his companions were hot, attractive people. Simple as that. You appreciated the pictures, kay. And what they did for Japan, of fucking course.

We're getting off topic though. What was the topic again? Oh, right.

Dynamight was in your bedroom. On your bed. Your broken bed, might I add. All while you stood wide-eyed in your doorway, frozen as if you were the one who barged in on him. Then he slowly sat up, running a gloved hand through his sooty ash-blond spikes to rid it of glass. It pulled you out of your shocked state. It was then you realized Biji was barking and had been for awhile.

You moved to grab his collar just as the man stood up from his spot. You had been trying to sush your dog but those attempts came to a halt when you saw the condition the hero was in. Thankfully, it didn't seem life-threatening but, then again, you weren't a doctor and that shit looked like it hurted.

“Uh,“ you began, unsure of how to proceed.

The man looked around your room with what looked like disgust and you almost wanted to mouth off at him for the audacity before you realized he wasn't disgusted the dorky pictures of you and loved ones pasted on your dark walls. He looked confused. He turned around in your room a few times, eyeing the place and muttering confused curses. It was then you began to wonder how hard he had hit his pretty head.

You moved to straddle your strong dog who hadn't stopped barking completely but had calmed just a little. He was still on guard but you weren't scared—he sensed that.

“Hey, Mr—“ —were you supposed to say mr— “Dynamight?“

He looked at you. It was a sharp, unimpressed look and you wondered why until you saw his eyes dropped to your ramen pajama pants. The ones that said, “send noods.“ Not that they were embarrassing at all, you told yourself.

The man gave you and your barking companion a once over, gaze lingering on the large black and white dog you were effectively holding back. He looked tired, you noticed. Dynamight clicked his tongue before turning around and walking towards the sizable hole in your glass doors. “Wrong apartment,“ he mumbled and you gaped.

Ruining your beautiful and lovely bed because he was defending citizens from villains was one thing. You could let it pass cause he had a lot more shit to deal with than your glass-ridden floors and broken wall. His agency would cover the damages anyways.

Ruining your shit because he blasted his hot ass into the wrong apartment, however, was a whole other thing. Would he finance the repairs you needed to make? You hoped so but you didn't know, it wasn't during a fight, after all. No, he wasn't leaving until he promised his agency would take care of it. And until he recovered a little because he looked very unsteady on his feet.

“You're leaving?“ was your stupid, shocked question.

He scoffed. You narrowed your eyes at his broad back. Yes, you were enjoying the view and you would've enjoyed it a hell of a lot more if his torn shirt didn't show off his numerous gashes and cuts. Suddenly, you didn't feel like bitching to him about your apartment—you would make him pay for it, but later.

The crunching of glass caught your attention and you realized he really was leaving like that. “Hey, you're hurt,“ you said dumbly because you weren't really sure how to convince him to stay long enough for you to help.

“No shit,“ was his rude—but fair—response.

You huffed in annoyance. At least Biji's barking had stopped and he seemed calmer, albeit tense. Dynamight crashed into the wrong apartment, right? So he was aiming for an apartment in the complex, right? “You're apartment's in this building? Right?“

He said nothing but he didn't need to because you could see the gears in his head turning—could see the realization in his crimson eye. He knew what you were about to suggest but you said it anyway. “Just leave out the door—the actual door, not the one you DIYd,“ you said obviously, nodding to the broken glass.

He looked at said DIY door and grumbled something under his breath. Then he turned to face you. You rose a brow at his glare. It was his turn to nudge his head and he gestured it to your dog. “That flea-bag gonna let me through?“

“His name is Biji—“ “I don't give a fuck—“ “—and he might let you through, so long as you say please.“

The word please must've kickstarted an allergic reaction of some kind because Dynamight's face scrunched up like he swallowed piss. It was oddly adorable and you mentally nodded in satisfaction. If only he made such a face where cameras could catch and immortalize it.

“The hell is wrong with you? You think just cause I'm in your apartment you can order me around?!“

He was starting to raise his voice. Your hold tightened on Biji's collar as the dog began barking again. You took a deep breath in an effort to prevent your own anger from spilling out. “Yes,“ you damn near hissed, tugging Biji back because he was pulling.

Dynamight did not appreciate the answer but you didn't give him a second to bitch about it. “Might I remind you of how you barged in here out of nowhere. I'm not entirely calm and neither is he so, if you want him to be civil, say. Fucking. Please.“

“Be friendly,“ was really what you were telling him. He didn't look like he liked the idea, so you helped him out. “You ruined my door, broke my bed—which people don't get to do until after they take me out for dinner, by the way—“ —he scrunched his face again and you wanted to laugh— “and now I get to clean all that shit up. So, the least you could do is get your dirty ass over here to show Biji that you aren't as much of a threat as first impressions implied.“

A teenager getting his phone taken away—no, a kindergartner getting told to stand in the corner was what the giant hulking man ahead of you reminded you of. With more annoyance than you thought possible, Dynamight begrudgingly drug himself closer to you. He stopped a few feet away—stopping as soon as Biji became a little more frantic.

You gently caressed the dog's side, whispering and muttering calming words to him, promising him the giant man was a friend. Dynamight was allergic to that word too, but he sucked it up—as he should—and slowly removed one of his gloved before holding out the back of his hand to your dog.

Biji wanted to jump out of your hold but you held firm, slowly walking towards Dynamight who rose a brow. If it was in amusement, then you'd shove him out of the conveniently placed hole in your wall. Biji sniffed his hand eagerly. After a few moments, you felt his tail beat against your legs. A small smile spread on your face. “See?“ you cooed. “He's not so bad, is he?“

Biji was too busy sniffing the hero to respond—and he so would've responded otherwise. “Give the side of his neck a nice pat,“ you said softly. “It'll reaffirm you're friendly,“ was added when he glance at you in annoyance.

“Still think you can order me around,“ he scoffed, but much more softly then before.

“I do,“ you responded immediately, “so pet him.“

He hated it, you knew he did because why would a man like Dynamight like being bossed around by someone half his size? But the man gave Biji's long hair a gently pat anyway—not before wiping his hands on his pants, you noticed.

Both of you left the room after and you closed the door behind. “Unless you're scared of dogs, I'm gonna let him go.“

The man said nothing in objection—or anything at all—so you released the beast who ran up to Dynamight immediately. “He might jump so—“ and he was already up, paws on Dynamight's large chest and tail wagging eagerly.

“Biji, down,“ you ordered, gently tugging his collar when he went to jump again.

“Uh,“ you pointed down the hall, “door's that way.“

And off you both walked. No one said a word which gave you a moment to remember the hero's injuries. “I have first aid stuff, if you want it,“ you ended up mumbling because of course he would have his own medical supplies.

“Sure,“ he mumbled back, a rough but oddly civil sound that threw you off guard.

Maybe he was almost out? He probably had to patch himself up a lot. “I, uh, I'll go get it.“

And you did, entrusting Dynamight to Biji's care. You went to your bathroom and grabbed the first-aid kit in record time before returning to the entryway, just in time to see the Great Explosion God Dynamight petting your adorable Biji boy. You really wished you and phone right now because no one would believe you.

“Got it,“ you said softly, grinning when he pulled away with a scowl.

“Here you go, apartment buddy. Need anything else? Bottle of water? Painkillers? Anything?“

He didn't say yes or no. He just clicked his tongue before turning around to open your door. You rolled your eyes, following behind to make sure Biji didn't follow him out but also to make sure he got to the elevator fine. You knew he would—he probably dealt with much worse—but, just in case.

“Nice meeting you, love your work but don't make remodeling my apartment a habit.“

He didn't laugh which was his loss cause you were funny as hell. Dynamight gave you one last glance—a very judgy-looking glance before walking off. “See you around,“ you offer lazily before doing a double take.

He was already at his apartment. He was digging out his keys to his apartment because his apartment was—you counted the numbers.

814.

816.

817.

817, and yours was—“Dang, guess we're apartment neighbors, huh,“ you mumbled.

Not quiet enough because he tossed a glare over his shoulder. You chuckled nervously. “See ya 'round,“ you said and you meant it this time.

You retreated into your apartment after. Apartment 818.

It's funny cause I was gonna make like a headconnon bullet point list thing about Bakugo x Independent s/o but it turned into this which is a drabble. A fun drabble that would make a pretty interesting story...

#I want a dog #a big Newfoundland sort of dog #is that too much to ask #bakugo katsuki #mha #bnha #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki fluff #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #my hero academia x reader #x reader fluff #boku no hero academia x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #lol #funny #cascade05

[asongofstarkandtargaryen]

Jon Snow and jealousy (AGOT I)

Jon's first pov chapter begins with this quote: "There were times - not many, but a few-when Jon Snow was glad he was bastard". There is not a single time we've witness Jon being glad he's bastard as this status of his isn't something he benefits from - instead it creates more trouble for him ( remember the " bastards have to grow faster" quote). He's certainly not happy being bastard during the first chapter of his, where he's not permitted to the main table alongside the rest of his family.

Jon is lying to himself that he feels better for not being included making up reasons such as 1. No one supervises how much he drinks 2. No one cares he brought his direwolf to the feast. However, in reality Jon would like to be on the main table meeting the King ans his company. And why wouldn't he? It's not like they get visitors from the South every day on Winterfell and it's the first time someone as important as the King visited them. The only reason Jon isn't included is because of his bastard status, he's punished for something he's not to blame.

That's why, while Jon is pretty objective when he describes the King's company and his own family's entrance, he is also salty when describing Myrcella, Robb and Joffrey. The latter two are the boys closer to his age, so it's natural he feels antagonistic that they were on the main table unlike him. Especially when it comes to Robb, Jon's jealousy is pretty evident and in my opinion totally justified. Those two have been training together, taking lessons together - it's not that Jon lacks on any area Robb excels at. And yet because of Jon's bastard status, he always gets the short end of the stick. It's not really fair.

Here is Jon's thoughts as Robb enters the feast:

Close behind came Robb, in gray wool trimmed with white, the Stark colors. He had Princess Myrcella on his arm. She was a wisp of a girl, not quite eight, her hair a cascade of golden curls under a jeweled net. Jon noticed the shy looks she gave Robb as they passed between the tables and the timid way she smiled at him. He decided she was insipid. Robb didn't even have the chance to realize how stupid she was; he was grinning like a fool.

Some observations on the above passage:

1. Robb- Jon's best friend and rival - is not only allowed to be on the main table unlike Jon but also wears the Stark colors Jon would like to wear as well.

2. Robb is probably not "grinning like a fool" and it's unlikely he returns the crush of the 8 years old princess. He's probably simply happy they have important guests and a feast on Winterfell. However, Jon's view is clouded by jealousy and drinking.

3. I remember some fans making a big deal out of Jon calling Myrcella insipid inside his thoughts. Even proclaiming he's a misogynist. The thing is that the little princess - who imo is absolute adorable- will never find out what Jon thought of her. Not only because Jon is not a cruel person to voice his most unpleasant thoughts but also because Jon will never be allowed to associate with the royal kids. So rest assured , the Royal Princess will never be hurt by the thoughts of this "nasty misogynistic bastard"!

On a more serious note, Jon's opinion of Myrcella isn't really about her, as he doesn't know her enough to say whether she's stupid or not. Again, it is clouded by his jealousy of Robb who gets to be on the main table unlike him. Since that little girl has a crush on his brother, Jon directs some of his frustration towards her, too.

It's similar how he thinks about Myrcella's older brother, Joffrey. The prince is taller than both Jon and Robb and for that "offence" he also gets an unpleasant description.

Notice, how the younger prince Tommen and Jon's younger siblings ( Sansa, Arya, Bran and Rickon) don't get an unpleasant description. That's because unlike Joffrey and especially Robb, they are too young for Jon to compare himself with them. So he simply objectively describes their entrance, like he does with the adults.

To sum up, I don't believe that Jon has moments where he's glad he's a bastard and instead I do believe that his bastard status is making him jealous of highborn people at times. This isn't an attack on Jon though, because I do believe he's justified. Jon deserves as much as any other teen to celebrate on a feast sitting among his family and the fact he's not permitted something as simple as that shows how much unfair is the classist system of Westeros. Which reminds me that some folks say that Jon had a privileged life for a bastard. Well, I guess this scene proves that he wasn't privileged enough to be treated with the same decency his siblings were.

#jon snow #canonjonsnow #asoiaf #asoiaf meta #jon snow meta

[kaylas-world-0]

𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒘

Sonic - Amy - Knuckles - (Will add more in time)

Author Note: I wanted to share these with you~ Please don't forget these are all just my headcanons and consider this info before saying anything. Don't write I don't agree with this and such. Of course, you have the freedom to not like what I'm writing but these are all my headcanons, and I love them and I want to share them. I like criticism and criticism is neither good nor bad, but you need to know the short line between criticism and non-criticizing/scornful comments.👀

Masterlist

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: Yes || No

Warnings: Cursing and some angst

Word Count: 3083

A/n: Does anyone want to be in the tag list?

TAILS

I headcanon Tails will outgrow everyone in the crew when he grows up. And because humans are naturally taller than most mobians, Tails will be taller than an average human with the same age as him.

He has Astraphobia, because no one ever teached him or went through with him when a thunderstorm appeared. He was naturally scared and now it has become a phobia.

He can play violin and guitar very well. Loves to listen to classical music while he is working.

He loves meat related foods! He can cook but not so well. Seeing it like some kind of creating new things like his inventions with new ingredients. So he likes it and doesn’t get bothered or tired/bored. He sometimes gets lost in it and makes a mess and some non-edible food. He decided to leave more complicated foods to professionals and stayed on to mixing chemicals only. He’s better at that. He lives alone so he had to know chores and such. But probably created a helper to make them deal with it so he can spend more quality time on his inventions.

I feel like there is more to Tails' past than we think. I headcanon he ran away from an orphanage trying to give him to ‘uncaring’ parents and he is tired of that. And maybe in those times he didn't like to talk much. Mostly because he doesn't see the need for it. He ran away from his village, from his bullies and uncaring, cruel glares, and built a treehouse for himself. After building that house, and constant stealing to survive and then trying to forget those hated memories he met Sonic. And after he grows up he forgets most of it because of the trauma.

I've been in an orphanage for as long as I can remember. I couldn't warm up to anyone no matter how many times I tried, I was always left behind and excluded.

I felt uneasy all the time. It felt like someone was going to come and shout at me any moment. That's why I always did the activities I liked in secret, afraid they were going to take them away from me too. The kids there were always so mean, always ostracized me because of my look, always destroying what I'm trying to do; like puzzles, books, small machines.

I was the youngest there most of the time. Even when I wasn't, when a new kid came, they were always chosen for a family, while I was always in the background. No one ever chooses me nor looks at my way. Even the caretakers were avoiding looking at my face, giving me what I needed and leaving. That's when I learned to take care of myself.

One day, to my surprise, a family adopted me. I thought that I would be happy with this situation and the hope once melted away, once again would bloom, but it didn't happen. The caregivers said I should be grateful for this and accused me of being ungrate. Maybe I was. I always dreamed that my life would be better if I had a real family, but it didn't. What did real family mean anyway? The people who loved you no matter what? The people who raised you or gave birth to you? What do friends actually mean? What does home mean? Is the place you call home where you were born? Or is it a place where you can be happy and peaceful?

None of these was what I saw and felt. I never knew.

The family I was given never took the chance to look after me, instead they kept arguing, and in the end, I couldn't stand it and ran away.

My life didn't get any better but at least I was free from the authority of adults. The bullying never stopped and I had to find somewhere to live in the time being as well as to steal things to live one more day -I also needed to avoid incase the orphanage hunted me down or the police- But no one seemed to notice my disappearance nor cared….. So it was all good? That was what I thought at least. But it wasn't what I really felt. I wanted to know how being loved felt like. I always envy those lucky kids with loving parents but I knew that was never going to happen to me. So there is no need to hope or dream for this anymore.

When I turned 8 my life was starting to come down, I was trying so hard to not lose it and clutch one hope that has been helping me to stay sane, wanting to taste the feeling of being loved. One day to be noticed… I have already finished reading all the books in the library nearby. And one day I wanted to do something for this world too. An invention that could leave a mark forever. Or a building or a book. I didn't want to just live like a ghost as a nobody.

And one day, my prayers answered when I met Sonic. Until that day I never once talked, finding nothing important/interesting to say nor I ever imagined someone would care to listen to what I had to say.

"Hey, little guy. What's your name?"

Tails thought about this, he knew in his documents at the orphanage that his real name was Miles Prower, but they called him Tails soooo many times that it had become so natural to him, he knew that was a nickname to ‘joke’ about his obvious difference but he didn’t care anymore. Till that day he was carrying that mutated tail of his as a burden but he never once could have imagined he would be so proud to have it, seeing it as a gift instead of an embarrassment after meeting Sonic. He knew who he was. Of course, he heard his heroism among the villagers and quickly became a fan himself. His actions were inspiring, he wished he could be more like him.

He stopped himself from using his real name a long time ago, seeing it didn’t change anything, even making it worse, they all bullied him about it too of course. When he was using it, everyone was making fun of it. He smiled, thinking that this nickname would be a more 'safe' and 'compatible' option. He was excited to finally meet a ‘hero’. Despite being insulted throughout his entire life, Tails has never lost his kindness and thoughtfulness. But he wouldn't be able to stand it if his idol also makes fun of it… so he needs to be quiet about some facts about himself. The thing he is so bad at, being quiet about something. What a big mouth he has….

For the first time, he felt hope. The kind eyes and the soft touches of his idol gave him the courage he had been lacking; his tails wagging, posture upright like a soldier, he was having a hard time holding himself back from bouncing in his feet, "My name’s Tails!" he finally shouted happily.

I think Tails becomes really nervous with his own tails around Sonic more often then he notices (back when they first met I mean, before Sonic kept encouraging him about them. He is actually always doing it ,on purpose or not, but not that often after he notices his lack of courage about them. Sonic loves that kid like a little brother there is no doubt about it. And he will forever praise him with every chance he gets) in some point nearly hating their existence but also afraid to lose them because you know, they are a part of him (would you like to cut a finger dear friend?), even tho he hates the thought. 

When Tails first moved into Sonic's home (I headcanon Sonic at least owns one but never even takes his minutes to actually design or live in there. He doesn't even sleep in there. "I mean why sleep in a claustrophobic box instead of sleeping in an open field full of flowers and butterflies?" He eats outside all the time too even without paying lmao. The citizens know his heroic act and they want to return the favor by giving him anything he wants without asking for the return, even though Sonic feels bad about not giving what they deserve for their hard work, like money. He agrees in the end, without any choice to be given. He won't get a job and work, after all that’s not him. Yeah…. I do save their life all the time so I guess that works too? But he never does that so he can go around and get whatever he wants for free.) So Tails takes the action to start designing the house. That's something he is best at afterall. But when Sonic comes to check up on him. He didn't like the view he saw. At all.

He swallows a chilidog and cooly spoke, "Dude, why did you design the house like this?"

Tails fidget with his hands, ears dropping, "Oh, um… don't you like it? It's your main color, I thought-"

"That's the whole point! I LOVE IT! But I shouldn't love it this much."

Tails was really confused, "Huh… why?"

After finishing his chili he grips his shoulders with a serious smile, "Tails, this is your house. You should design it, with your own color, whatever you desire. Maybe add your signature look or design a logo with your two tails. Show what makes you unique!! Maybe open the garage and start working on your mecanic/science stuff in there! Stop thinking about what others would love and start thinking about what you love to do!"

Tails was bewildered but more than happy to listen to him— To listen to himself. He designed the whole house as his color, changed the furnatures a little, placed his books here and there, and put the toys he collected in. (He loves collecting figures) He started to use the garage as his work space, sometimes fixing peoples machines to gain money so he can buy something for himself too. Simply to say this, Sonic is proud.

Suddenly everything he owns becomes his. Sonic doesn't mind at all. He wasn't using anything related to a 'stuck in place' anyway. Even when Tails found out about his plane he offered to use it. The kid was delighted.

Tails knew this wasn't the same when he built the treehouse. This time… Sonic was by his side. His big brother. Who loves him more than anything. Even though he knows this he couldn't help himself but have doubts. All his life no one ever actually loved him for real…. He is suspicious and angry at his mind for thinking such things. But it was eating him out no matter what.

When Sonic comes to crash in his house for a few days he becomes nervous. He is nervous because, every time they sit in the same room he becomes very aware of his two tails. Even though he tries to focus on something else, it doesn't work. He feels out of his skin. Everything cool about Sonic reminds him of everything disgusting about him.

And when he gets extremely nervous around him he loses control over his tails, as they trash anxiously around, they bump into something causing them to drop and crash on the ground. That was mostly his books or toys. He becomes really embarrassed when Sonic finds this funny(cute). He helps him to collect them anyway.

But Tails never gets over this, why does he have to embarrass himself all the time?

He couldn't find the answer to that.

One day he accidently crashes a vase in Amy's house. That was from the first time he met her. Sonic decided to introduce the two friends he loves dearly. Tails never once in his life felt out of place/out of his fur covered skin so so much. Even when Amy was so nice to him, acting like a big sister looking over her lovely little brother.

He wanted to cry that second, this was too much for him. He never made friends before, he couldn't believe he was actually doing it or not. And after he accidentally broke the vase in his anxious moments. He crashed down on the ground, trying to pick up all the broken pieces through his blurry vision and shaky hands, repeating the same word, 'sorry', while tears poured down from his eyes nonstop.

Amy and Sonic panicked and got really upset. Not to him. They were sad for what he had to face in his early ages.

They tried to ease him up, helping him and reassuring everything is fine. When Tails finally calmed down a little, they drank hot chocolate together as they talked about funny things. They both give the kit the kind looks he needed all his life, and with some beautiful compliments added he started crying once again. But this time he was really happy and at peace.

Embarrassed, he sips his hot chocolate muttering, "It's really hard to sit right with them…"

"Yeah, I can imagine. But that's what makes you unique and I think being different from others is much cooler than being normal if you ask me."

He wasn't comfortable in his own body yet. But he knew as long as he had his friends one day he would also feel comfortable and proud of himself.

With Sonic dragging the kit all around the world he went. He does get open up, even gets eager to meet with new people. And he finally confesses his real name to him and Sonic never once jokes anything about it. With all the bonding time they get together, Tails finds himself finally relaxing and easing on himself. He wasn't still as courageous as the hedgehog but he is trying at least, right? And that's what matters. He is trying his hardest.

He sometimes bonds with Amy too. She shares some pretty design ideas she owns. Some better clean up methods, and most importantly, Tails learned some cooking food techniques from her. (Tails also learns some gardening from Vanilla and Cream too. He reads a lot of books in his life. He had an idea of most things but never experienced it himself. Doing all this with his friends makes him feel so happy.)

I imagine Amy and Tails visit each other's houses to draw and have some fun (relieve some stress) a lot. Amy draws silly and nicely done little comics, sketches; while Tails makes scale drawings.

Physical, emotional, and psychological trauma can all play a factor with memory loss. So I headcanon that Tails forgets some things that happened in the past like when he gets his traumes from the worst places. Some of all is blurry, some of it he really can't remember. I think his memory is really strong. This is just how he copes with trauma. He easily forgets 'unimportant' things his brain allows. That also opens a place for him to learn more 'important' things.

He doesn't mostly sleep in bed, or doesn't (all the time) voluntarily go to bed himself. (He falls asleep on his deskwork lol) But when he does he always hugs something: a pillow, his tails, a plush toy(?), a blanket. It has become a habit from the past. Before he met Sonic, there wasn't much to keep him warm in the treehouse so he hugged the closest thing to him to keep himself warm.

His phobia about lightning evolved when in an orphanage no one actually took their time to talk to him about it and show affection towards him to make him understand that there is nothing to fear about. And after running away from there he became more scared when he was all alone in his handmade home. Especially since he is living in a tree. Maybe after bad weather and a literal nightmare for him he decided to live on the ground.

Tails left the house Sonic gave him and moved to another one that he took literally every design on his own (That house still exists in my headcanon and they use it as a vacation place). The house we see in the idw comics is his current home. The house that is shaped like his head (Like Starline said, Tails takes a lot after Eggman lmao. Even though they are enemies, you can still learn a lot from your enemies, especially from them ……and Tails admires him too….. Swearing to never do anything he ever did. Seeing his mistakes that’s also made him develop his own techs accordingly.)

He can and will get aggressive if the situation says so

Bold of you to assume he won't get cocky, I MEAN LOOK, LOOK WHO RAISED HIM. His comebacks are pretty good.

He is omnivores. Nothing else to say here. He prefers meat more though. 

He has a less developed sense of taste than any of his friends.

He has a good balance. And have a good sense of direction. Can see very well at night. Can sense earth’s magnetic fields with his eyes too. He can be really sneaky and silent like a ghost while walking if he wants to.

If it’s someone he trusts he deceives easily if not he is not quick to convince.

Tails goes limp like a cat when someone picks him up by his scruff

Yes, Sonic needs some time off for himself but I see Tails more stressed. I mean I'm not comparing the two like Tails is more stressed and depressed he needs more attention and such, that's not what I'm saying. What I mean is Sonic is physically tired and Tails is mentally tired. That's what I think but this doesn't mean Sonic is also mentally hurt lol because he is but he is really good at dealing with that. He jokes, that’s how he copes with it. I MEAN THEY ARE FFFFING KIDS DEALING WITH A MAD MAN EVERY SECOND OF COURSE THEY CAN'T STAY SANE FOREVER THEY NEED DISTRACTION FOR THEMSELF. Not everyone is good with dealing trauma and such. Some are mentally stronger etc. And Sonic crew is definitely number one with dealing this

Sonic hibernates but Tails doesn’t. So when Sonic sleeps, Tails takes care of him. And Sonic is scared to go into hibernation because of Eggman but his friends reassure him all the time and urge him to do so. It’s not healthy after all.

Do Tails have insomnia? Uh, no. He just doesn’t have time. Cliche I know. He is nocturnal so he naturally doesn’t need to sleep at night so he works but because of daily life he doesn’t get his enough sleep as everyone is active and working so he goes along too. His sleeping schedule is dead.

In winter he grows a winter coat so during warm seasons (mostly in spring) he shed (molt) so much fur so he can blow that extra fur off.

Can speak multiple languages. He is also ambidextrous (Can use his both hands).

I think Tails loves to eat... anything practical. He is not a picky eater. Mainly because he is left alone to live his whole eight years by himself with no one to take care of him, so naturally he stole things and such. Whatever he can find, he counts himself lucky. He also makes things for himself like a home. I imagine him living in a tree house he made and with the stuff he stole to live. But he left all that life in the past after meeting Sonic and he swore to never steal or live by himself to crave for things. He doesn't want anyone's help with anything he has to do and make money legally by himself. He is rich thanks to his inventions and stuff and he can buy anything he wishes. He also uses most of his money donating to people in need. But he is mindful of what he eats... mostly. He doesn't like to eat a lot of what Sonic eats. He doesn't eat them because he thinks it's greasy and, he also doesn't eat anything he doesn't know what's in it. This includes junk food. There are times when he makes escapades, but that's it. He doesn't understand how Sonic ate so much, does the man have a blackhole instead of a stomach? Hey, it seems to him that Sonic's getting more appetite when he eats further and further.

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic characters #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #allenwrites #headcanons #tails headcanons

[thatmarvelobsessedteen]

Not planned...not at all

Cassian x reader

Azriel x OC! reader's cousin

Short Summary: Two girls, cousins, somehow find themselves inside a slightly modified version of their favorite book saga ACOTAR. What will happen to them, things have changed and not just their situation but themselves...are those pointy ears they now have?

Chapter 2

Do not be miss lead though. Nell did have a bite, you just had to go for those near her to see it.

Her hair thick and curly, completely unruled and almost always looking like a lion's mane Nell took pride in keeping it fluffy and bouncy. Taller than her younger cousin, standing at 1'70 meters it still wasn't uncommon to see Roxy stand up for her.

However you dare talk shit about Roxanne and you'd think to be looking at another person, words singled out and sharpened to hurt you no dumb insults would be used she'd find and old wound and tear it open again.

Shining hazel colored eyes growing poisonous and heartless in seconds if the threats were no longer at her but at someone else.

"I'm done! Let me just fix up the braid so it looks a bit more puffy and I'll be doing a quick braid on myself we can take pictures after, that way our moms stop pestering us."

Roxanne gave back an excited yay at the return of her freedom of movement, raising up her phone to Leonor's height on the bed behind her after a moment.

"Look what I found, apparently it's a weird remake fanfic of that series ACOTAR the one we were so obsessed with at age 15!"

Leonor snorted at the memory of the endless audios the two used to send each other complaining and gossiping about the characters in those books.

"The more I think about it the less we should've been reading that type of books with such an age! It really didn't help our case to rid of the nickname 'book witches' you know."

When Nell finally let go of her hair to deal with her own Roxanne turned around with a clearly unimpressed look.

"Need I remind you who was OBSESSED with a certain war general in this series?!"

Rolling her eyes Leonor worked skillfully and with speed on finishing her loose french braid before answering Roxy.

"I was obsessed with almost every character at the time, like Sherlock or Loki! It was a sweet series thought I really loved it although I remember wanting to burn every book when Nesta ended with Cassian. She just didn't deserve him I knew that much..."

Both girls sat crisscross, the older one still on the bed while Roxy sat on the ground both in their leggings and two sizes large matching hoodies, remembering all the stories they used to create in their head alternate ending for their favorite books. ACOTAR had been the series that had by far inspired the most stories where they both selfishly included themselves dating their favorite characters or having Illyrian bat like wings.

"Yup we are reading this, doesn't look too bad and if anything we'll have a laugh! Probably just another teenage girl that unlike us had the guts to write down and publish what she's imagined"

Roxy did make a good point. What's the worst that could happen it's just a strange link to a fanfiction after all!

#cassian acotar #cassian x oc #cassian x you #cassian x reader #cassian #azriel x oc #acotar #acotar x you #acotar x reader #acotar x oc #a court of thorns and roses

[sealrock]

realized that paris and achille are both mixed but had opposite experiences growing up:

paris could blend in quite easily with the eorzean populace; they were like any other ordinary child, perhaps a bit taller than most. their only quirk is that they're not as efficient at magicks than they are physical combat. a normal thing, sure, nothing to raise suspicion. despite the cruel twisf of fate that tore apart their family, paris spent the remainder of their young life in the privilege and care of their wealthy family. it was only when they discovered their heritage as an adult that things began going a little sideways. having seen the devastating effects of imperialism and colonialism firsthand throughout their journey, paris struggled with wondering if their dad, now realizing where he came from and the meaning behind his third eye (before and after extraction), participated in any of the crimes the empire committed, willingly or not. endwalker was paris' 'homecoming' expansion; they got to learn more about hector's origins at the expense of being looked at much differently than before. the warrior of light is technically the enemy of both sides of the war, but because of the many good deeds and sacrifices they made, paris is considered one of the 'good ones', like the folks at garlond ironworks, lucia, and a handful of others. while they hold no love for the empire, quite the opposite, they couldn't help but feel closer to the parent they knew nothing about, someone who hid who he was to so many, including them

achille wasn't so lucky. thanks to generations worth of fighting, xenophobia, and class division, achille is one of the few who was born out of genuine love. with his mother already a halfling, a mongrel, achille wasn't meant to exist. couple that with being raised by chiron, a 'good' ala mhigan but never fully trusted, he was always blamed first, the first to be shunned, but not the last to internalize the hatred others feel towards him. he had to prove himself early on, he had to be better at everything and faster than anyone else to prove his self-worth. he had to toil to make his place in the world, he didn't have it easy like paris. if paris' homecoming was endwalker, achille's homecoming is heavensward. after discovering a piece of family he never knew and who his parents really were, people he came to spin various tales of heroism about to cope with his perceived abandonment, shattered his perception of the world. his blood family despises him, publicly disowned him, and used their dimming social rank against him. but instead of growing to condemn his mother, and it took a long while to work through his conflicted feelings, achille decided to break the wheel of trauma and save her, mostly from herself. he realized that he no longer cares about what others think of him, and that he is his own person no matter his origins

#meta. #i was asleep but I had to write this out #as I'm considering the possible revamp of achille and making him a foil to paris #maybe he could be an echo user too #ohhhh the implications and how he wished to be in paris' shoes

[fbfh]

what are your height hcs for the hoo boys??

THANK YOU FOR ASKING ANON BC I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ON THIS!!!!!!!

First of all, it's established early on that "demigods are usually tall" which makes reasonable sense and I think it's safe to assume they're not ALWAYS tall yk. but I also would like address the whole gods don't have genetics thing real quick:

most of the demigods we've seen look a lot like their biological mortal parent, and since gods don't have genetics, its safe to assume they're just a genetic shuffle of their mortal bio parent (I'm sure I'm not the only one who's wondered if that would make them a genetic clone of their mortal parent but I think it would be more like genetic siblings, the same genes just mixed up a little) that also means there's room for recessive genes or stuff that skipped a generation on the mortal parents side. Not directly relevant but my thoughts adjacent to the topic at hand.

Also while I'm sort of on the topic, we all know hair color (specifically blonde, brunette, red, and black hair) is a state of being and not what hair you're given at birth. I could never bleach my hair again and I'd still be blonde yk. That being said most children of athena are ABSOLUTELY bottle blonde, and whenever someone new shows up that's not already blonde they're like "hey do you wanna dye your hair"

"...yes"

"you've wanted to for years right"

"...yes" new child of Athena has never felt more at home.

Actual answer to your question

Percy - 6'1, looks and acts like it too. Sally's family are average/tall ish so its not unreasonable, Sally is the shortest in her family at 5'4 (and Paul is around 5'9 if you were wondering)

Annabeth - 5'5.5 but says she's 5'6. Percy is the only one who knows and will not correct her ever. Her dad was 5'8 or so the last time he measured but he hasn't checked since before college and always forgets to check, kind of doesn't care that much. Her stepmother is 5'2 and she feels a little weird about being taller than her.

Grover - 5'6 - 5'8 depending on how stretched his legs are, a little bend at the hoof is comfier yk

Juniper - 5'6, the exact same height as her bush, her favorite trait about herself

Jason - 6'0 exactly, mans is already perfect and when people find out hes exactly 6' they get even more pissed. He looks exactly 6' too.

Thalia - was 5'4 now 5'5, seems taller. Big scary dog privelages. Gained an inch somehow after the tree incident. Freaked out /pos when she came to and saw lil Annabeth is now slightly taller than her. Annabeth feels weird about that too.

Piper - 5'7 with long ass legs. Has been BEGGED to model by so many agencies because she's physically incapable of taking a bad picture and looks gorgeous in everything (thanks aphrodite). Always refuses and has made it her mission to find the ugliest aesthetics but they always become microtrends because she's an involuntary nepotism baby. Her dad is 5'11 but his publicist will sue if you say he's shorter than 6'0.

Leo - 5'7 during the books, 5'9 by the time he graduates MIT. The perfect height for hugs and cuddles but I might be a little biased. His mom's 5'4.5, says she's 5'4.

Nico - 5'10, cried when he was 13 and realized he was taller than Bianca. Lowkey wishes he was shorter than Will so he could be the little spoon easier. Will does not give a fuck.

Bianca - 5'2, would have been 5'3. Their mom was 5'3 too.

Will - 5'8.5, when asked Nico interjects that he's "doctor height". Doctor height has become code for 5'8.5 specifically

Hazel - 5'2, doesn't know why Nico likes resting his head on her shoulder but she doesn't mind. Thinks it's just the bees knees when Frank picks her up and spins her around or gives her piggy back rides. She doesn't quite remember how tall her mom was, but she was around 5'4.

Frank - 5'7 pre blessing, 6'0.5 post blessing, 6'3 by the time he's done growing. Beefy build too. Definitely didn't know how to process the fact that he's taller than THE Jason Grace. His mom was 5'3 and his grandma was 5'1. Says he's 5'10 to mess with assholes who claim to be 6'.

Rachel - 5'3, The only person Annabeth likes being taller than.

Reyna - 5'4, memorized that she was 7 inches shorter than Jason when they worked together. Either he grew or she did, but she feels a little weird about it now.

C*lypso - asshole height. Jk little bitch height. Jk heinous shitlord height. Jk 5'7.5, made fun of Leo for being "short" when he was on Ogygia. She's gonna be half that height after I steal her kneecaps.

#heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus headcanon #heroes of olympus headcanons #lmk if i forgot anyone #LeO iS sHoRt says jason at easily 6 feet #also thanks rick riordan but ive got it from here

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

As a taller girlie, I’m wondering... how would Chris and his characters react to their S/O being taller than them?

I honestly have nothing to do so how bout I treat you guys for a comeback. Its a little short just for a small comeback but if you want me to do a part two for this let me know :) Happy Friday yall.

Requests closed for now until I catch up on people's past requests if they still want them.

Characters Listed: Chris Evans, Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber, Johnny Storm, Jake Jensen

How Chris' Characters Would React To A Tall S/O

Chris Evans

Chris doesn't mind a tall s/o, he might make jokes here and there, you make fun of him. You and Hemsworth are both tall so it's fun when you're in the same rook together. Chris loves when you wear heels though, it makes it more funnier to him on the carpet when his lover is towering over him. If he had a dime every time someone asked, "How does it feel to be the short lover?" He'd be richer than he normally was.

Whether you're taller or not, he still treats you like you're the small spoon. But to be clear, you're definitely not Andre the Giant to him. You're not Shaq to him either, you're the love of his life and he will love you no matter what. Honestly, you probably got a lot of comments of being the pick of the relationship since most loves tall women.

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Steve Rogers

Intimidated the first moment he saw you. It was at a party. Whether you had superpowers or not, he thought you were another supersoldier. "Nah, she's just the front desk receptionist," Tony says. It was a lie, you were in SHIELD as an agent, you actually were Tony Stark's secret bodyguard but also chaperone.

That was also a lie told by Tony. But you were an agent. Steve and Sam were both afraid to step up and ask how the hell you were tall. Thor was even impressed that she managed to be the same height as him and taller than Sif. Thor was fond of you and believed you were a God trying to be an undercover agent.

Years after, Steve asked you out and ever since people never shut up about the height (Tony himself) Natasha was the support but joked every once in a while. Steve always like the height, it was never seen a lot where he saw how strong and confident a tall woman could be. You literally looked like you'd kick ass even if you didn't know hoe to fight. His pre-serum self would be jealous. But he loved you and enjoyed how you looked at him with a smile.

Ransom Drysdale

There's a chance some things can get spicy. Not inna sexual way of course. There's challenges. Ransom doesn't like being downgraded by tall people but when it comes to his s/o. You're in bit of a tough ride. Ransom never knew how the hell he got you, but he thought you were a model at first.

He didn't plan on dating you, until he actually put effort into something more and eventually asked you out. Now he's gotten cocky. When with family, you've become almost as tall as his uncle, Walt. The family never has filters, especially Walt.

There's always going to be one person who picks on you and Ransom's height differences. "Have you grown taller, Y/N?" Walt asks, "Figured you'd stop by now, one day, it's gonna hurt Ransom's ego."

Being taller only made you the center attention but also help for the kids.

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Andy Barber

Surprising enough, Andy didn't know how he got you and how you got so tall. You just happened to grow faster than him in Law School. Andy doesn't mind having tall wife but Jacob finds that shit cool. There's kids always talking about you with Jacob. Even you became an officer, you'd stop by and scare anyone.

Andy jokes here and there but he loves you no matter what. Sometimes the niegbors gossip on how a tall woman should be with a man taller than her but you didn't give a dang and married someone just a couple inches shorter. Who cares? Tall people are cool.

"How's the weather down there?"

"I'm a lawyer, not a Weather Forecaster."

Johnny Storm

There's two things, Johnny being mentally and physically bigger but in reality, he's neither. With a tall woman, he's shocked to see a tall glass of water (he says) roam in the building with Reed. There's a lot of moments where he's going to flirt almost any chance he gets.

"I know the air is pretty thin up there," Johnny began, he smirk, "Why don't you lay in my bed and catch your breath?"

"Uh... no?"

Rejected? Oh no, he doesn't take that for an answer. He's going to try.

"Do you play basketball? Maybe volleyball?"

"..."

"No?"

Johnny tries again. "You would totally be worth the climb!" Disgust received from you. "You're a tall drink of water. And I'm thirsty!"

"Just ask me out already and stop talking about my height." Johnny didn't need to be told twice as he happily gave you his number.

Jake Jensen

Oh, you two aren't the ones talking about height differences. It's your friends you guys work with. Yeah, Pooch out of the rest was a pain in the ass about your height. But you happened to be the most powerful person in the group.

Jensen loved your height, he liked being the smaller one (secretly). He liked it when people were watching you. Even though you weren't that overly tall than him, he liked it when you placed your hand on his head or shoulder. He likes looking up at you too. There's always a point where he gets on one knee to dramatically request help or anything.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x reader #drabbles #chris evans drabbles #chris evans headcanons #dino writes #dino returns #i rarely might write but fear not ill try my best #requests closed

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Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you’d like to know better!

Tagged by @puella-peanut, thanks dear!

What book are you currently reading?

Snippets of several books, tbh. Eine Frau in Berlin by Marta Hillers, because I wanted to know what it is like to live under an invading Russian army. Columns from the collected works of Carl Friedman. Rereading Karakter by Ferdinand Bordewijk.

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

I've bothered to see exactly one, yesterday. Piece of my Heart, inspired by the life of Dutch star ballerina Olga de Haas. It's the story of a relationship between school friends Olga and Irma, while Olga has a meteoric rise through the company ranks. Irma deals with her jealousy remarkably well, but is tasked with keeping Olga functioning, which is too much to ask of any friend. It's also very, very gay. I mean it's not gay in the same way The Karate Kid III is not explicitly gay or kinky, which means the subtext is so shallow it is basically text.

What do you usually wear?

Whatever is comfortable, but I've been told that when I dress up it gets very posh.

How tall are you? A bit taller than 5'9'.

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? 

I don't like astrology, mostly because astrology seems to not like me much. I share a birthday with the Dutch St. Nicholas! Which means I share a birthday with Santa.

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

I go by my nickname with those I am close with; but that's because everyone with my name has this nickname, and when people start using it that usually means "Hey you! I like being around you." However, that is really awkward when it is a manager at work. I'm like: "I don't really think I want to be that buddy buddy", but if you tell someone not to use that nickname that is a huge rejection and your relationship is soured as a result. So I usually grin and bear it when that happens.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

I might yet, though I find the presumption that this is always possible slightly arrogant. It assumes peace, health, and prosperity, and those are not givens in anyone's life. Which is to say I'm ashamed at not having achieved it yet but most people are not born disabled, and don't get potentially terminal cancer (remission baby, dinnae ye worry), and a childhood classmate of mine died when he was 16. (Although he had had quite a prolific career as a voice actor by then; still, he didn't technically grow up).

Who is your crush if you have one?

Anyone who follows me knows I have quite a thing for Michael Fassbender, James McAvoy, Colin Farrell, Ralph Macchio and Thomas Ian Griffith, but honestly I often really like the interplay between two Blorbos.

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

Bad - everything in daily life, or so it feels. Good: I have been told that I have good insights in people's behaviour, and try not to hurt anyone.

Dogs or cats?

Cats.

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

I quite like the lines: "He feels as crumpled as the money in his hand" and "He doesn't take his keys" from my fic Chasing Dragons. I also like all my headcanons about Terry Silver being one of the Fair Folk, at least partly. It explains everything about him and it is also simply hilarious to imagine him excusing himself from some board meeting to rage at the sky.

What’s something you would like to create content for?

My own book. If it is fandom, I pretty much already am.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? 

I think I am slightly less obesessed with Cuba and His Teddy Bear by Reinaldo Povod than three months ago which honestly? Might be for the best.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

New Year's Day. Somebody in my brother in law's family died on Dec 31 2021. Everyone was very morose, except for me, because I did not know the person.

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

When talking wrapping presents, most of us are 'cutters', according to Michael McIntyre, but 'hidden in normal society' are 'gliders'. I'm usually not very handy but I am, in fact, a 'glider'.

Are you religious?

No, but I am both spiritual and quite superstitious. I often feel that something is nudging me a certain way and I'd do well to heed those nudges. That can get kinda annoying, with me being like: "why shouldn't I take that bus?" but sometimes when I heed it and take another, there was some roadblock or something going on, and then I'm like: 'Huh, thanks.'

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

An inkling of how best to earn a living. People just know how to find work and get jobs and everytime I'm like: "I don't know how I lucked into this and god knows what I am going to do for money when this work dries up." I mean I like believing in some career advisor's mantra about "jobs die", which they do and that's OK, and everytime that happens I'm like "Now what...?!" I seem to baffle people even in the arts and academia. Some people like being baffled, mind, but a lot of the time I got feedback like: "It's not that you're doing anything wrong, or unacceptable, specifically, but... Why Are You Like This?" I tend to look at things sideways, apparently.

#this felt like therapy honestly #still quite interesting!

[evelynsfics]

Everything was loud. Far too loud.

The wind breezing by and bringing with it a horrible, uncomfortable summer heat, unaware yet dreadful of the stinging scent of death soon to bleed through.

The bugs, going about their lives blissfully unknowning, or maybe uncaring, of what's about to happen far away from any sort of supervision or guarding gaze.

The roses watching, expecting.

They walk together, one next to the other as they sway under the sun, groaning and complaining about the heat. Friends perhaps? Dressed in colorful summer clothes and old shoes one would take to work in the fields instead of going for a walk. They walk loudly and without a care about the beauty and piece they are disturbing.

One complains that they should have come at a better time, if not a better day. The other, a taller girl, tells him sharply to shut up.

"It was your idea. You where the one that got impatient and dragged us all down with you." She tells him, voice full of annoyance.

For someone looking in, they'd think she was the leader of the group, rational and logical, stern, perhaps, the perfect person for the job. No, she was just as impulsive as the rest of them, and as much as she blames the boy, she wanted to go just as much, blaming him was easier than admitting to weakness. Or so she thought, drowning in a mindset that wasn't even her own.

What a tragedy it must be to unwilling inherent a way of thinking that will only get you hurt. It's all she's ever known, and while brimming with loneliness and sorrow, it was better to fall back into a comfortable silence. Change scared her, the thoughts that came and went were easier to deal with, and she didn't need anyone, they only weighed her down. She could trust only herself, she could count only on her own skills, everyone else would fail.

That way of thinking ate her alive. It slowly chipped at her mind until it was beyond irrational with fear and regret. How sad, to end one's own life before it even began.

They walk, loud and obnoxious. They walk, unaware. They walk, full of energy, even in the exhausting heat. They walk, alive. "Oh what they'd give to go back." Right? That's what you'll say once it's all over.

The gates are tall, impossibly so, tall and menacing, they loom over anyone who passes by. The rose bushes outside, wild and free, stand guard. They watch, they wait. That is their job, to keep count of how many walk in, predictably, never to walk out again.

Even as the gates stand tall, they do not stand proud. The rust, coating the delicately spindly iron laughs like a mockery. The gate stood and survived wind after wind, rain after rain, the cruel hand of time that never stops scribbling away, yet it didn't come out unscathed. It survived, but sometimes the people passing wonder if it would have been better if it didnt.

"It can't be salvaged," they said. "A waste of time and money, if you ask me." Another agreed. Time and time again, they said we can't fix it, they left unsaid that we wish we could tear it down.

Everyone wishes to stop hurting. We all wish we could go back, fix all our mistakes and live as we were meant to. If only that was possible, how many would die for it? How many would go willingly and how many would be forced in just so others could have their wasted happiness back? We all promise and swear we wouldn't do something so vile to another breathing, living being, but faced against something so fleeting, so blissful, would we be as strong as we believe ourselves to be in our most lovely delusions?

The wild flowers that grow around know the secrets kept inside. They hear the whispers, they see the dancing lights, they know what goes on as they know what happens during the summer. Glass shatters as it breaks from the old windows only to fall bellow, then, years later, forgotten, it crunches under worn out work boots stolen from tired parents by eager children to explore a place they've always been told to stay away from. Curiosity, or perhaps, temptation, overtakes any caution left behind by all the bedtime stories and fairytales.

The roses, tired yet watchful, are a beautiful sight. Gentle colors and soft glances, they where her favourite. Someone once said they aren't actually wild roses, no, someone planted them long ago to bring a bit of comfort to those visiting, but soon ended up joining them. Then, the roses survived when their friend couldn't, forever in an agreement to bid farewell. Arguments soon followed, words spat in hateful bouquets, promises broken and left to rot in dirty mud and resentment.

It ended like all the others before it, in sorrow and loss. Forever standing as scar upon the people it once adored.

Time, is horrible thing, really. It doesn't care about how hard you wish you could have just a little more time to see, to feel, to experience, it's only duty is to pass, and pass it does. It takes and takes and takes and takes and takes until there's nothing left, for at the very end, only it'll be left. And it knows, it knows that's the only outcome that'll come of this, yet it doesn't want to stop. Or rather, it convinces itself it doesn't want to, it convinces itself that's its it's own choice, because in reality, the truth that it simply can't stop, hurts more.

Of course, that's how life goes. People come and go, some you see again. You bump into them at the store, you stay and catch up, you rekindle the friendship you lost oh so long ago. Some you hear about from friends or strangers on the street talking about their horrible new boss, knowing you'll never see them again, and some, some you see as a name engraved on a stone, deep within the rusty gates, behind the wild roses and held so gently in white and red, like specs of blood on fresh snow and ash.

They where kids, i know. Still, to be spared once was already unheard of, to be spared twice would be just a delusional fantasy spoken in hushed whispers and poorly held back giggles.

They weren't careful, some might say.

They went looking for trouble and found it, other, less empathetic people will say.

That's how life goes. You never know who goes next, the old man down the street says. He's seen alot of things, heard even more, his years speak of unfortunate knowledge of life and it's ways.

"If only...they stayed home like i told them..." The weeping woman spits through sobs, a shirt clutched in her frail, deathly pale hand.

She soon will die too, with the only good thing in her life gone, she simply doesn't have a reason to stay and fight anymore. They won't find her for a few days, her neighbors will only check once the smell becomes unbearable. They knew what was going to happen, yet they thought if they just didn't think about it, it wouldn't matter.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't effect them beyond the loss of a neighborly good morning or a short conversation at the store. So they don't care. They don't. That's just how it goes.

And so time keeps moving. The walls close more and more, the rust spreads as the years pass, becoming more and more noticeable, the roses begin to wilt, their colors fade, exhausted.

And so, the people gather, many summers later. Some had been there to see it be built, their pride and joy. Some, heard stories from their grandparents, stories of loss and misery, a warning always in their eyes to never get too close. Some, newer to the town and its cruelty, simply wished for something to do, something to kill the boredom of a slow life in a slow little town drowning alone in an endless sea of fields and untouched earth.

They take it down, a scar upon the town, a scar upon people's lives. It no longer stands there, not... physically at least, but even after its long gone, the people feel it. They feel it there, still. At night, when it becomes too tiring to talk anymore, when the rush of a night out fades, sometimes in the shower, when there's nothing left but one's own thoughts. They all feel it, for it will never go away.

A scar upon the people, just as the rust was on it. A scar upon the land, the foundation still clings to the earth, unwilling to let go. The land has been left on its own, no one wishes to buy it, no one wishes to help.

Sure, some tried, but once they realized just how much work was needed, just how in over their heads they where, a silent, unspoken goodbye was the last thing it would know.

Its been too long now, there's no hope left, there's nothing to be gained. And so, its left to rot in its own loneliness, forever a scar upon those that fought, and lost.

#my writing #writers on tumblr #writing #my head hurts i dont even remember writing this i had a funky dream one day and decided hey this would make for a good story

[kalmeria]

Watanabe Sarasa | | Kageki Shoujo!! ep.01

#kageki shoujo!! #watanabe sarasa #kageki shoujo #anime icons #go tall girl!! i believe in you!! you can get the role of lady oscar!! #the first one is important because in that scene she is talking to Ai and you can see the height difference from how she needs to look down #as someone who was taller than most while growing up and didn't always like what that entailed- i love how confident she is in her body #or she seems to be at least. not sure if the anime will deal with this topic any deeper or not #sarasa watanabe #summer21 #look i made icons

[seungstarss]

RECALL 𐀔 28 MEMORY TWO: THE RECORD

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⸻ [ 章 28 ] 。 ❛❛ curiosity killed the cat ❜❜

There was a thin line between being "best friends" and being lovers.

Friends didn't feel the rush of excitement that ran through their veins, watching as the other entered the room. A single shared glance caused epiphanies of feelings, and most importantly, lovers felt like home. Sure, friends were family, but there was something intimate and warm about the idea of being lovers. There was a thin line between close friends and lovers — and Yang Jungwon wanted to blur that line.

"What's up with you these days?" Sunghoon yawned, leaning against the railings of the school's second floor, waving lazily to the girls that gushed while stealing glances at him. "You've rarely had time for us."

"Can't your dumbass tell?" Jay rolled his eyes at the taller boy who seemed to pay no attention to Jay's growing impatience. "Sometimes I wonder if you're a tree because man, you stiff as hell and notice nothing but heart eyes."

Sunghoon chuckled, shrugging off Jay's annoyed comment as a compliment. It didn't concern him that he was oblivious to everything but his own fame.

Jake wiggled his eyebrows playfully, nudging Sunghoon on the shoulder. "You really can't tell? I mean, it's literally written on his face." Smirking, the blond turned towards the flushed student council president who stood against the rails with his head hung low, distracting himself from the shenanigans his friends were pulling.

It was senior year for Jay, Sunghoon, and Jake. Heeseung had graduated the previous year and was off at college, enjoying the perks of being a free adult.

It was senior year for the three of them, but not him.

Jungwon, who was a year younger, had to endure another year of "suffering" (according to Sunghoon) while the other three could freely walk out after graduation, unbound by high school law.

"I mean, I don't know?? What could be more important than hanging out with us? We're literally graduating in like a few days!" Sunghoon was a whiner. He needed everything to go his way. But Jungwon wasn't having any of it.

"I'm busy with the student council stuff. You know it gets crazy, and work gets piled at the end of the year!" Jungwon softly scolded the taller boy who was busy pouting and throwing a fit.

"Are you sure it's the paperwork that's keeping you busy, or is it something else?" Jake smirked, nudging the younger boy softly.

Sunghoon's eyebrows perked up at Jake's last words. "Something else?"

"Yeah, dumbass, who else works on paperwork alongside Jungwon during this time of the year." Jay chimed in, shaking his head in frustration. "I swear you're so dense it hurts my brain to communicate with you."

Sunghoon's eyes grew wide at the realization that once flew over his head. Why hadn't he realized this? "Oh, shit? Yn?"

Jungwon spent his free time — all of his free time with the vice president, who seemed oblivious to his feelings. He grew fond of her at first because of her efficient work ethic and comforting aura. However, as days passed, and they shared more independent time together, Jungwon grew fond of her in a heart-palpitating manner. He found himself stuttering when she looked him directly in the eye and had to wipe his sweaty palms on his dress pants while he tried to hide his smile. He always found the girl pretty, but there weren't any romantic feelings attached. However, now it was different — now he couldn't take his eyes off the girl and constantly stole glances at her while she focused on her paperwork. He had fallen — and he had fallen hard.

"Shut up." Jungwon hushed Sunghoon, who now looked more enthusiastic than he had in two weeks. The idea of "the Yang Jungwon" liking someone was an unfamiliar, almost abstract concept that Sunghoon found absolutely intriguing.

"Ohhh shit, he's blushing." Jake teased, announcing loudly to everyone who was strolling the halls. Jake was a pest on purpose, and he embraced it just like how Sunghoon embraced his stupidity.

"Can you fucking shut up?" Jungwon sent the two snickering boys glares. Of course, he didn't want anyone knowing about his fondness for Yn. He didn't even want to admit it himself.

"So, are you gonna tell her?" Jay sighed at Thing One and Thing Two, who still couldn't stop sending Jungwon teasing glances. "Cause dating in senior year is tough. Or you could tell her at the end of senior year? But then you guys might go separate ways for university. You're in a tough spot Jungwon."

Jungwon only sighed in response, turning away from the three older boys who were waiting for his answer. He stared at the students who were pushing their way out the front doors — school had ended ten minutes ago, so it wasn't a surprise that everyone wanted the fast route out of "hell."

"Yeah, I'm gonna tell her." Was all Jungwon muttered, eyes still focused on the fleeting students.

"Holy shit? How?" Sunghoon beamed, excited for some type of cute crush drama. The past year had been filled with the toxicity of Jay and Yuri's relationship, and Sunghoon was tired of drama filled with complicated feelings. "Are you gonna confess behind the school or something like those bitch boys? Or are you gonna act like Jake and ask her out while she's at her lockers? Oh wait, or are you gonna be like Jay and ask her out in front of the whole school?"

"Wow, thanks for the backhanded shade man." Jay rolled his eyes at Sunghoon.

"No, I'm gonna write a letter," Jungwon spoke confidently.

"A letter? How academic of you!" Jake snickered. "How's that gonna work?"

"I'll give her a letter and tell her not to open it until graduation."

"Until your graduation?! I thought you were smart! Have you never heard of pandora's box?!" The blond boy whipped Jungwon around, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "She's definitely gonna open it before graduation."

"Nah, honestly, it's a smart choice. I think Yn would be the type of person to honor that type of promise." Jay spoke lazily, giving Jungwon an encouraging thumbs-up.

"Well, whatever floats your boat bro." Jake shook his head, still unable to wrap his head around the situation. If it were him, he wouldn't even be able to wait a day.

"Hey, Jake, sorry to break it to you, but not everyone's like you," Jungwon smirked, leaning back on the railings.

"Hey!! T-that's not true!"

—

The only emotion Jungwon felt was frustration. For the past few days, the boy had been couped up in the corner of his room drafting pages and pages of letters. Most of them had found their way in the trash or scattered on his floor, crumpled to a complete ball. Why was it so hard to write his feelings down? He found himself cringing at every draft he crafted.

But today, the last day of junior year, he had finished a perfect letter filled with everything he wanted to say. It was also his friends' graduation, but he couldn't care less. He was still gonna see the three menaces along with the absolute headache Heeseung after graduation. Nonetheless, he didn't care about his friends right now. All that filled his mind was giving the letter to Yn.

He had asked the girl to meet him in the science hall during lunch break, but now, he was the one running late. The boy ran as fast as school rules permitted him to and finally reached the hall to see Yn pacing around, staring at the science posters the freshman students had decorated.

"Yn?" Jungwon panted for air before walking towards the girl whose expression fell into confusion.

"Why are you running Jungwon? There's no rush."

There it was. The smile that lit up his heart and caused it to speed up. When did he fall this hard? He hadn't even noticed the extent of his feelings, but he didn't intend to stop. It was a fresh feeling, an unfamiliar feeling that made him want to dig up a hole and bury himself in embarrassment. A new feeling of wanting to dedicate his time to someone and embrace their every flaw.

Maybe labeling his feelings as "love" was way too early. It carried weight and burden that was unknown to Jungwon — but that was how he felt at that moment, and no one could deny that.

"I just wanted to give this to you, it's important, and I didn't wanna keep you waiting." Jungwon handed over a neat, almost expensive-looking letter engraved with golden lettering. "But you can't open it!"

Yn gave Jungwon a confused expression, awaiting his explanation.

"You can only open it on the day of graduation. So technically, next year. It's written in the context that we've graduated, and I wrote something in there that I don't want you to know until then." The boy rambled, trying to make his explanation reasonable.

"A year is a long time," Yn trailed off, looking slightly disappointed. Though her expression was immediately replaced with a playful grin as she flipped the letter around, analyzing every word. "But because you put so much effort into it, I'll keep that promise. I won't open the letter until graduation."

Jungwon grinned at Yn who honored his dedication. A year truly was a long time to wait.

But Jungwon knew —

It was worth it.

—

A MONTH INTO SENIOR YEAR

"Hey um Yn?"

It was a few weeks into the new school year, and Yn was quite busy sorting out all the events and discussing leadership opportunities with the council. She had little time to spare, especially for someone who was Yuri.

"Oh hey Yuri, did you need something?" Yn gave the slightly annoyed girl a small smile before going back to sorting out documents. "Sorry about the mess, I'm trying to reorganize everything."

"No worries, I'm not staying for long," Yuri spoke in a slightly bored tone. "But the principal's asking for you. He wanted you to stop by before you leave."

"Oh really? Okay, I'll be there in a second. Thanks for letting me know!"

"No problem." The girl seemed to have rolled her eyes, but Yn convinced herself that the girl just had a headache or something. She didn't want to stir up drama, especially after what the menace had done to Jay.

It was about an hour past dismissal, and Jungwon had told Yn that he would be in the cabinet room searching for some more printing paper. Quickly organizing the mess into piles of neatly stacked paper, Yn grabbed only her phone, leaving her bag in the room as she made her way to the principal's office.

Surely she wasn't in trouble.

She had done nothing wrong, nor did she make any academic mistake. So what could it be? Why did the principal want to see her?

Yn pushed through the light glass doors that encased the main office of the school. "Hi, I was called in by the principal?" She spoke in a voice just audible enough for the lady at the front desk to hear her.

"Oh, hello Yn!" The older lady chirped in excitement. "Yes, the principal was looking for you to share some exciting news! But he's grabbing his coffee right now, so you'll have to wait a few minutes."

"Oh, that's totally fine. I can sit here?" Yn pointed at the three chairs lined against the glass walls in front of the front desk.

"No, no, don't worry about it! You can go into his office and wait! You're no stranger! Plus, he'll be back in a second, so make yourself comfortable in his office."

Yn kindly smiled, bowing her head slightly as she made her way towards the principal's office. The office lady was right. She had been to the principal's office plenty of times to discuss council matters. She was no stranger to his office.

Or so she thought.

The principal's office seemed to have gotten a slight renovation, as many of the shelves were moved to different places. His table, which was previously placed near the window, now sat directly in front of the door against the back wall. Yn was in awe of the new change. It looked more spacious and luxurious. She couldn't help but notice the principal's new desk, which seemed to be lined with golden decorations.

She found everything stunning, all the new paintings he had shipped in were drawn to such perfection that Yn could swear it was a picture.

Everything was fascinating until her eyes landed on the sheets of paper that were spread out messily on top of his desk. Crumples were evident on the sides of the sheets, and coffee stains were also fresh, coating the papers in frustration.

What had made the principal so mad? What had made him slightly crumple up perfect sheets of paper and vandalize them with his dark coffee stains?

Yn was full of curiosity.

But as they say—

Curiosity killed the cat.

Yn's eyes widened in pure horror as her eyes anxiously scanned the papers that lay on his desk.

She shouldn't have looked.

She really shouldn't have.

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SYNOPSIS. after spending months suffering from amnesia in the hospital due to an “accident,” you return back to your normal school life where your close friends who you remember stick by your side 24/7. Unexpectedly, you cross paths with ex-student council president yang jungwon, who you failed to remember but feel oddly drawn to. however, after the meeting things start to get odd and you slowly begin piecing together the mystery behind your accident.

a/n: oh em gee, it's been a while! Sorry for not updating for so long :"(( but I have a question for you guys, do you prefer when the text in fics are regularly sized or small sized? Please let me know!!

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Girl oh my god I need a part three ✋😫

My heart is so soft right now

If Reader Had Found Tenko Before AFO Did (Pt.3)

Omg I can't believe that so many people wanted a part 3! I'm so glad you liked these.

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Tenko Shimura | Tomura Shigaraki

After 13 years of sharing your life with the most wonderful kid in the whole world, saying goodbye was just too hard.

Tenko was about to graduate from the UA. He had been one of the top students and one of the most prestigious hero agencies had taken him in. Which meant that he would probably move to another city to be a hero there.

You were so proud of him. He wanted to be a hero ever since he was a child! How many people end up making their childhood dreams a reality?

You wouldn't want it any other way, but you would miss him.

Now that these were your last weeks together, he had been spending much more time at home.

He had stopped hanging out with his friends so that he could be with his mom, how cute is that?

The truth was that he already missed you too.

You have been the biggest support he has had in his entire life. You had loved him even when you knew what he had done, you had given him a family. He had no idea what he would do far from you.

He would go straight home right after classes were over so that he could be on time to help you cook to rant about his day and hear about yours.

Your movie nights became a tradition. You still did that every single night. He lets you pick the movie now that he is older while he rests his head on your shoulder.

9/10 times, he falls asleep. Your movie choices are too boring for him, but he doesn't complain.

You are the "hot mom" at his school and every time someone mentions it, he gets pissed.

But you love it. You were very young when you adopted him and he was already five. A part of you feared that maybe you were rushing your life a bit too much but there wasn't any way out anyway because the kid had your whole heart.

So, of course, the fact that 18 year olds still thought you were hot was very flattering. You didn't look old yet.

You do feel bad that it's embarrassing for Tenko, though. But not that bad.

He is the sweetest kid ever.

On those rare occasions where you are the one who falls asleep, he wraps a blanket around you.

On weekends, he is the one who makes breakfast for both of you.

He is the one who goes to the supermarket whenever you need something.

He is very grateful for you, you know? He feels like you have given him too much and he just wants to do things for you as well.

It makes you very emotional to see those old portraits of you two where you literally had to carry him so that both of you could appear on the picture and then look at the most recent ones where he is now taller than you.

Seeing this boy grow up is the biggest joy of your life. Seriously.

He used to wonder if maybe you would have had a better life if you didn't have to raise him. Maybe you would be married by now, and have kids of your own.

When he mentioned this to you, and told you that he would be okay if you ever decided to bring someone else into your life, you were so confused.

Hadn't you showed him how grateful you were for him???

You made sure to tell him that he would always be your top 1 priority. And it was true. You were happy that it was just the two of you.

However, it was true that you were too busy adoring Tenko to think of loving anyone else.

Maybe now that he was leaving, you would be forced to do so.

On your birthdays, he treats you to dinner in your favourite restaurant.

He is very caring and pays attention to every detail, so he has a list on his head of every single thing you say you like so that he can look for them and buy them as a gift.

Although the fact that there's not a huge age gap between you two makes your relationship a bit different. You are more of a cool aunt than a mom.

When he turned 18, you both literally went clubbing together. You had been waiting for years.

He still calls you (y/n) but you prefer it that way. Turns out that you are still not ready to be called mom.

You do introduce him as your son, though. Except when you see a hot dude, then you introduce him as your little brother.

He literally thinks you are the coolest person alive. You are his biggest hero and the person he admires the most.

You keep all the clothes from when he was little in a box because they are your most precious items, as well as his toys.

Don't tell him that I told you this but he has a whole box filled with portraits of the two of you for when he moves out.

At the end of the day, you saved each other.

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02 | mission: impossible — enemy spotted

sano shinichiro x reader

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having only each other to rely on for most of their lives, the sano brothers make great partners in crime. however, little manjiro has taken on a new solo mission under his brother’s nose. his role? to play wingman

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content — fem!reader, gakuen babysitters au, baby toman gang, shinichiro is a hopeless romatic (heavy on the hopeless), sanzu is That kid

notes — 2.4k+ wc. every night i think of clingy baby mikey and cry :”) i had to cut the chapter short bc theres an emergency within my class ndmfmf but i plan to touch on the parts i wanted to include in the next chapter

You've always had mixed emotions about mornings. On one hand, it's an absolute pain to have to wake up to your many alarms set for when there's barely any light out, just to be sure you're ready to leave home by 6:30. As you get out of bed, your legs feel like they're cuffed to dumbbells totaling at least twice your bodyweight while you blindly navigate your way to the bathroom. On the other hand, the quiet cold of the early morning gives your mind time to relax. The dewy air somehow feels like it cleanses your lungs with each breath you take, and for a few minutes, you're free of thought, of responsibility.

The usual walk to and from school is one you take alone. Your friends take a different route as they don't live in the same area as you, but you've grown used to the solo trips. If anything, it makes for great me-time, being by yourself every once in a while and basking in a sort of soul-healing peace. Sometimes, you run into some of your classmates you aren't particularly close to, but like you, they prefer having some time to themselves before officially beginning the hectic school day.

Something about the nature of daybreak makes watching the same scenes over and over feel new and refreshing. You pass by the playground you used to frequent as a younger version of yourself, and you're reminded of the many memories you'd once made on the monkeybars and swing set, now still and coated with little droplets of water. You duck underneath the branch of a tree you once had to jump to reach, swelling with pride when the tip of your forefinger grazed it because it proved you were 'growing taller than everyone else'. Now, you always had to be careful not to run into the into the low branch.

"Ow!"

Though it seemed like someone else wasn't so careful as you'd been.

Childish laughter followed the person's exclamation, and you turned around to find Akashi Takeomi with a red spot on his cheekbone. You wouldn’t classify yourselves as friends. You were more fit to be called acquaintances, at best. After all, the only times you’d ever interacted was during class when assigned pair-work together or when a certain Sano sought you both out for his sake.

You’d spot him from afar from time to time as you didn’t live far from each other, but you never bothered to go past a polite nod before carrying on. The difference is that this time he wasn’t exactly alone. Carried on one arm was a child, who couldn’t have been older than a year old, and there was another slightly older toddler, who Takeomi held onto by the collar of his shirt, bent over from laughing so hard.

"Takeomi!" Your poor classmate looked so distressed, you were compelled to move to his aid. Your body moved before you had the chance to think of what to do, so you just stood awkwardly, slightly hovering and unknowing of what to help with. You hesitated. "Are you okay?"

He nudged the small boy towards you. "I'm good, just... Can you hold him for a sec so I can get myself together?"

You nodded, reaching for the boy's hand, but he refused. Instead, he raised both his arms up, pouting, and bounced on the balls of his feet. "I want up!"

"Haru. Behave yourself."

You reassure Takeomi that it's fine before going to pick the boy—Haru—up. "I didn't know you had siblings, Takeomi."

Haru giggled when you held him under his arms, kicking his feet when you lifted him up. He poked your cheek when you settled him on your hip. "I'm Haruchiyo, but you can call me Haru!"

You smiled, brushing his messy white hair back.

Takeomi adjusted the baby bag on his shoulder as well as his hold on his sister, falling into step beside you. "This is one here is Senju. They usually stay home with my parents, but they had to attend some event at work—I don't know. To be honest, I wasn't really listening anymore after they said they had to leave Senju and Haru with me. Then I remembered our school has a daycare, so I thought why not drop them off there while I'm in class, right?"

"Ah. That makes sense." You glanced at the red spot on his cheek. "You sure you're good there though? I can go with you to stop by the nurse's office for ice if you want to."

He shook his head. " 'S fine. Really. Didn't even hurt."

From personal experience, you know very well that that branch is merciless when it comes to inattentive passersby, and no sincere person denies a question thrice in a row, unprompted. Nevertheless, you choose to believe him for his own convenience.

At first glance, you'd think Akashi Takeomi looks pretty scary. He definitely looks mean, that's for sure. He's the type of student who sits in the back corner of the classroom and barely ever speaks, unless he's with his friends but he keeps an intimidating appearance even then. His resting face is enough for people to clear the halls just for him to get through, not to mention the long scar that runs down the right side of his face makes him look extra menacing.

If you hadn't already been introduced before, you'd have definitely assumed he was a delinquent. You'd be so scared to have to face him in class every day. But lucky for you when Shinichiro dragged you both along for a triad project in one of your classes, he had noticed your body tensing and prompted Takeomi to explain that he got into an accident at home with a piece of furniture when he was younger, about the same age as Haru was now. He claimed to have been a rowdy child despite his current self.

You also noticed how he was strict yet gentle with his siblings throughout the short time you spent together on your way to the daycare. It was obvious he wasn't so used to looking after them both for an extended period of time, but the fact that he was trying was nothing short of sweet. Should anyone else witness the sight, you're sure they'd be greatly taken aback.

As usual, the daycare was already packed, save for Manjiro and Shinichiro. The teachers arrive earlier than the students do anyway.

The kids greeted you with the same enthusiasm as they normally do, but they quickly noticed the newbie in your arms and the scary looking man behind you as you went through the slide door. It went quiet in less than a few seconds, and the kids hid behind Usaida's legs. Takeomi looked to you with a raised brow.

You cleared your throat and knelt down to ease the kids into warming up to the three new faces. You put Haru on his feet. "This guy right here is Haru," you gestured behind you, "that's Senju, and that's their big brother Takeomi! Haru and Senju are gonna be spending the day with you all. Why don't you introduce yourselves?"

You think you heard your heart crack a little when nobody responded, and your eyes narrowed at Usaida when he snorted.

"Oi!" Ah, of course Keisuke always had something to say. You just hoped it was something nice. "Haru, what are those things on your mouth?"

"Keisuke, I don't think it's polite to—"

"They're scars! Cool right?"

At least Haru received it well?

"You look like a clown!"

"Keisuke!"

Having decided that's enough, you suggested they play games instead, which instantly had them all running off together. Takeomi chuckled, heading towards Usaida to ask if he could trust his siblings with him for the day and to talk to him about the contents of Senju's baby bag. You figured you'd wait for him so you could walk to class together too, seeing as you were in the same section, so you busied yourself by playing along with the kids while you were there.

Not too long after, you felt a presence on your back. Short arms clung around your waist as much as they could, and to no one's surprise, you craned your head to see Manjiro looking up at you with sleep still lingering in his eyes. You cooed at him, picking him up for a proper embrace in greeting.

Shinichiro sheepishly waved at you. "Morning, Y/N."

"Shin, Y/N." Takeomi handed Usaida the baby bag and slung his school bag over his shoulder, already making his way out the door. "We should probably get going."

You tried putting Manjiro back down. Takeomi was right, but Manjiro wouldn't budge. And the longer he clung onto you, the less willing you were to leave him.

"Hey," Shinichiro crouched beside you. "Come on, Manjiro, let go. Y/N and I need to get to class."

Manjiro shook his head and tightened his hold on your uniform blouse, drawing a sigh from his brother who leant his head on your shoulder. You bit down a smile.

Shinichiro tried again. "Manjirooooo... we'll be back later, you know?"

It took a bit more convincing from both of you, but Manjiro finally let you go and watched you and his brother leave with a longing gaze. You both made sure to remind him you'd come back right before sliding the door shut behind you.

Manjiro couldn't decide what was more unsettling: The new guy his brother called Take tending to his siblings with an entirely straight face or the fact that you seemed to be so buddy-buddy with him despite his indifference. To make things worse, Shinichiro wasn't inserting himself between you. In fact, he appeared to be proud about how you were getting along so well! How was he supposed to win you over if there was another person hogging all of your attention?

He couldn't count the amount of times you've dropped the toys in your hands while playing with him, Shinichiro, and the others, just so you could assist Takeomi with his sister. And whenever you did, he would catch Shinichiro just smiling to himself as you guided his best friend in catering to the baby's needs. You hadn't even had the chance to read to him like you always did at all. He was beginning to think you were forgetting about him :(

What's more was Manjiro's increasing distress as the new guy, Haru, wouldn't stop looking at him and following him around. He could be peacefully looking over the books in the corner library and he'd feel the familiar chill of having a pair of eyes on him. He could be getting dragged around by Keisuke to play and he'd notice a flash of unruly white hair in his peripheral. It was kind of creepy. He was just minding his own business sitting in front of an open book when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Haru plopped down beside him, looking over his shoulder to see what he was doing. "What's that?"

Manjiro blinked.

"Ah, Le Petit Prince," Shinichiro sat himself with the two boys. "The Little Prince. You seem to be liking that story a lot, Manjiro. Want me to read it to you?"

Manjiro nodded once, already climbing into his brother's lap.

They had a sort of system in place where Manjiro would sit in front. As Shinichiro read the words on the page aloud, Manjiro would be the one to flip the pages. Manjiro liked taking his time to ogle at the pictures and drawings on each page. That, along with his brother's steady storytelling voice and his duty to turn to the next page when he was done did wonders to engage him in the story.

Soon, everyone was crowded around him and Shinichiro, who held the book as far out as he could so that everyone else could see the page. He'd only bring it close when it was time for Manjiro to flip the paper.

When you sat down close by to join in on the storytelling session, Manjiro was already moving to get your attention so you would read to him too. He stopped Shinichiro for a while to pull you to sit beside him before crawling back into his brother's cris-crossed legs. He saw Haru plop on you the same way. It took a moment for him to drag his eyes away.

No words needed to be exchanged between you and Shinichiro as you silently agreed to alternate turns and read a paragraph each, having been in this situation countless times before. Manjiro's favorite instances of this was when you came over to their house on weekends. Time spent with you was always something he had enjoyed, especially when both you and his brother would sit yourselves beside him on the bed, reading to him until he fell asleep for his afternoon nap. It was an experience most would have had with their parents, but to him, having you and his brother there was the best feeling in the world.

You made it a few pages until Senju began wailing, having just woken up from her slumber. It caused a ruckus among the other kids who were exclaiming that "Senju's crying!" as if you couldn't already hear it. As if on cue, you lifted Haru and temporarily put him in Shinichiro’s lap beside Manjiro, rushing to hold Senju so that Takeomi could grab a diaper while Shinichiro was left to try composing the rest of the kids around him. This wouldn’t have had to happen if Usaida hadn’t made the excuse of already having to look after one infant.

His attention is now lost from the story. He watches you cradle the baby until her cries fade away. You set her down on the changing mat, cooing at her and giggling with her. Takeomi comes over with the new diaper, and you move over to give him the space to change her while you continue to distract her. As expected, when Manjiro looks up, he sees his brother's eyes flickering towards you from time to time in between words, in between paragraphs. The slight upturn of his lip breaking into a wide smile whenever he moved his lips to form the words on the page.

Manjiro slumps back into his brother’s torso, defeat taking over once more. A heavy hand ruffles his hair.

The next day, Takeomi handed Shinichiro his application to join the school babysitter club.

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[lonely-lost-soul]

A Pirate's Life for Me

Cover Art Done By: @fridaydev-draws and @friday-dsv (Dreamsmp x reader) Pirate Au! Love Interests: C!Wilbur, C!Techno, C!Dream, C!Sapnap, C!Quackity, and C!Schlatt

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Salt burned your lungs as you tossed open your window with a loud bang, the seagulls perching on your flower boxes screeched in protest and flew from your window. “Fucking sky rats get the fuck out of here you heathens!” You snarled out the window shaking your fist at the bothersome birds, the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore filled your ears as well as the chatter of the dock workers. You let the breeze blow back your hair and you heard someone calling your name from down below.

“Good morning (Y/n)!” You glanced below you and grinned,

“Morning Eret!” They waved back enthusiastically their dress spilling around their ankles, a basket of fruit was balanced on his hip. “Opening early today? I'm sure your patrons would be happy to start their drunken stupor early,” She held a hand to his mouth snickering and you shot them a look.

“If that gets more money in my pocket then so be it, I won't complain too much.” You shrugged, “Will I still see you later tonight?”

“Always do dove, how can I resist a drink from my favorite bartender.”

“You can’t it’s my charm.”

“Will the both of you shut the fuck up!” Another man’s voice growled from another open window, “It’s too early for your bullshit.” You saw Eret click his tongue but smiled up at you despite the man's protests,

“I’m heading to the market anyway. These fruits won’t sell themselves, I'll see you later.”

“See you soon!” You closed your windows once more, but not before urging your daisies to grow one last time. You tossed open the curtains allowing light to spill into your cozy home, a small carpet was in the middle of your room. It was a deep red and the pattern was made of gold yarn, aside from that everything in your residency was made of dark wood. Your shelves were littered with books and empty cups, and your old worn journal sat open on your desk. It was filled with childhood memories and you continued to write in it to this day, it was easier then, things were simple and everything was innocent and new to you. Now your days were filled with sea fairing idiots who liked to drink themselves stupid, but you could handle yourself, you always kept your father's dagger on your thigh at all times. Those who were frequent customers knew not to mess with you and those who were new learned their lesson within the first ten minutes of meeting you. You inherited the bar from your father, a kindhearted man who died a few years before today, leaving you with the bar and the dagger you had on your hip. You fished through your closet pulling out your clothes for the day, your dress was a gorgeous light coffee color and came down to your ankles. The bottom was flared and had dark brown panels on the sides, it faded inward to a light green then back to the coffee color. The corset around your waist was a dark brown with light green trim, you tied it tight with a small huff making sure your waist was sinched perfectly. The sleeves came down to your elbows allowing you to move your arms freely while making drinks. The top of the dress ended just below your collarbone, you strapped your dagger to your thigh before lacing up your knee-high black boots.

You thought back to your tavern downstairs, you were fortunate enough that you weren’t running this entire operation yourself. You ended up hiring help and they were like family and you knew they saw you as such as well. Most of the girls didn’t have a family of their own so you gave them room and board, also money, of course, you weren’t a terrible boss! You opened the door to your room, you watched Cecil, the tavern’s mascot trot out of Juniper’s room. The border collie liked to switch up which rooms he stayed in protecting every one of your girls when you couldn’t be there for them.

The first of your girls was Adelaide or Addie, she was one of the first to fall under your care. She was around your age, a motherly type, sheep hybrid, who cared for the girls, and always gave the drunk patrons with mommy issues a shoulder to cry on. Her long brown hair always hung down her back, she typically worked tables, served food and drinks, and always got a generous tip from patrons.

The next girl was Judas, a squid-enderman hybrid who was taller than you could ever wish to be, although intimidating you couldn’t meet a kinder woman. A jack of all trades the woman helped out wherever she could, black-ish purple hair curled around her shoulders and some people came specifically to hear her sing. Her voice was like rich velvet and lured men and women in like a siren.

Juniper was after Judas, a demon hybrid who was naive but you’d be a fool to underestimate her. She worked beside you at the bar, she can make some mean fruity drinks, Eret always preferred her drinks over yours. Freckles adorned her face and shoulders, her light brown hair curled down to her middle back, purple horns sprouted from the top of her head. You wanted to adorn it with gold jewelry and you were saving up to gift some to her.

Yeti was a human woman like yourself, she didn’t bother with those who were rude or obnoxious. She kept to herself only really talking when she was spoken to or when there was an opportunity to crack a rare joke. She typically stayed on the sidelines, out of the scenes and Yeti liked to help Judas decorate her sets.

Zig was a kind young adult, they got along with everyone who came inside the tavern. Soft emerald eyes drew people in, and they tried to make sure tensions within the bar didn’t rise and start a fight. There would always be one or two that’s just natural, but one look at Zig and his magic words and they seemed to disperse, not wanting to hurt the kid’s feelings.

Vendetta was the tallest member of the group you had taken in, she was stunningly beautiful and didn't take shit from anybody. She was a guard dog if you will, making sure no one fucked with any of the girls in your tavern. While Zig did their best to keep people under control sometimes they couldn’t win. That’s when Ven would step in and ‘kindly’ escort them off the premises with or without force.

The youngest member here was Luvena. She was a moo-bloom hybrid with soft brown hair that sprouted flowers, her cow ears would twitch when she was excited and followed Addie around like she was her daughter. Addie took her under her wing and was training her to be a perfect little waitress, absolutely warming customers’ hearts. Luvena also loved to give out flowers, she was a fan favorite bringing new life into the tavern.

Cecil barked seeing his mama and scampered over to you, you poured food into his bowl as Juniper wandered into the hallway. Her head rested on the doorframe as she gave you a tried wave, “Morning (Y/n).”

“Morning Juni, We’re opening a little early today. Take your time I’m not expecting a big rush of bar patrons this early.” You assured her and she gave a sleepy nod,

“I’ll be down as soon as Ven’s out of the shower.” She yawned, “This beauty doesn’t come naturally.”

“Hardly darling you’re gorgeous just the way you are.” You reassured with a wink, Juniper flushed a little, happily laughing beside you.

“Just go wake the others will you, you flirt!”

Tossing your head back you gave a happy laugh heading down the hallway to make sure everyone was awake and ready to go for later. Addie and Luvena shared a room so she was in charge of waking up the youngest member of the tavern. Judas was already awake making breakfast for everyone when you headed downstairs, Zig was sitting on the counter beside her, they were the designated taste tester.

“Good morning Miss (Y/n)!” Zig chirped, the young adult hummed fondly, “Sleep okay?”

“Absolutely. What about you both? Thank you for making breakfast Judas.” You hummed fondly and Judas had a shy smile on her face.

“I slept well thank you.” Judas hummed softly, “Also it’s my pleasure. Want to make sure everyone’s healthy and alright.” She let out a little squeak as you wrapped your arms around her body, you barely came up to her chest,

“Judas please marry me,” You complained, “Your breakfast is always heavenly and you care for everyone. Please be my wife.”

“(Y/n)! Please.” She sputtered face turning a dark purple, Zig made a noise of protest and held his hand in the air.

“If she won’t marry you I will!”

“Zig! I’d be honored!”

Their entire face lit up with excitement and they hopped off the table to hug you tightly, you hugged them back and pressed a fond kiss to the top of their head. “I got to open up the tavern, you mind setting the table for me Zig?”

“Sure Miss!”

You sent Judas a kiss in the air which her face burned at, quickly going back to her cooking. You smiled eagerly and unlocked the door to the tavern, you shoved a bucket in front of the door to keep it open. The salty ocean air wafted through your nostrils and your eyes sparkled wondrously.

Today is going to be a good day.

Almost immediately a particular bastard caught your eye,

“You’re here early.” You mused raising an eyebrow,

“Heard you were opening early today sweetcheeks,” His voice was a low baritone, rough from years of smoking and drinking. Horns curled around his fluffy ears that stood out against his gruff exterior, he was a ram hybrid at its finest. “Figured I’d take the opportunity to get a special drink from my special girl,” He mused looking you up and down drinking in your figure. You scoffed at the retired man, he dressed like he was cosplaying captain jack sparrow, the gun’s in his belt just added to his costume and so did his large ruffled shirt, he was never one to forget his gold jewelry.

“Where’s Quackity?” You ignored him sitting him at his usual table, he frowned but you knew he was taking it as an opportunity to stare at your ass. He slid into the stool and put his feet up on the table, his boots were muddy but you could only control him so much. He was too much of a regular to get scared off by your threats and scolding.

“He’ll be in at his normal time. He’s not much of a day drinker, although can’t say I’m complaining. Having all your attention on me and all, considering I’m the only one in here. That being said, I’ll have my usual sweetcheeks.”

“Stop calling me that,” You scolded with a certain fondness that was reserved for the man. “You’re lucky you’re my favorite regular Schlatt,” you gave his ears a fond pinch and he bleated. He sent you a scalding look as you walked away, although the look soon fell as he got a good look at your ass once again.

“I’m your only regular sugar tits!”

“Schlatt feet off the table.” Addie criticized whacking his boots with a rolled-up menu, he rolled his eyes but dropped his feet to the floor. “You should know this by now, we go through this every day.”

“Yeah, yeah little lamb I’m on it. Judas here?”

“She’s always here,” She huffed spreading the menu down on the table. “Do you want your usual or something different? Should I get Quackity’s drink ready too?”

“Nah just stick with mine, for now, tell Judas I’d like to see her.”

Addie clicked her tongue and placed her hand on her hip, “fine. But if you’re just going to grossly flirt with her as you do with (y/n), then keep it to yourself.”

“You’re not the boss of me. Just because you look like an old hag-” The way she glared at him sent a chill down his spine, “shit babe take a joke will you.”

Eventually, people began to file into the tavern, as the morning faded into the afternoon and then into the evening. The tavern was bustling with life, Judas’s elegant voice traveled through the crowds and her voices seemed to float above the voices. Quackity joined Schlatt by his side seemingly irritated by a conversation they were having, Schlatt was about five drinks in at this point, which was much less than his usual, and Quackity on his second.

“What are they talking about?” Luvena asked swinging her legs as she sat on the bar beside you. Her moobloom ears twitching every so often as she tried to eavesdrop on their conversation,

“Vena it’s impolite to eavesdrop.” You scolded bopping her on the head lightly, she whined and rubbed the top of her head.

“I wasn’t!” She argued as you rolled your eyes, you looked over at the two men to find Quackity looking over at you. His hand was raised in the air, one finger was up summoning you to get him another drink.

“I’ll be back, why don’t you talk to Ven while I’m gone. She’ll keep an eye on you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter!”

“Good thing she doesn’t want to babysit your ass either, now shoo.” You motioned her to hop off the bar and she did so with a long, dramatic sigh. You looked over at Ven who gave you a silent nod, letting you know she’d watch out for the youngest member of your band of misfits. Meanwhile, you grabbed Quackity another drink and walked over to the two men at the table, “Someone order a drink?”

“Aye! Mamacita! Fancy seeing you here.” Quackity purred a bright smile spreading across his face seeing that you were the one to deliver his drink,

“Hey Big Q,” You greeted placing the drink in front of him, “You doing okay?”

“Better now that an angel walked into my sight,” He flirted and you rolled your eyes. “What? It’s true! You always brighten my day you know? Ow!” Schlatt hit his ex-first mate over the head,

“Take a breath lover boy. Thanks for the drink sugar tits.”

“You’re welcome, what were the both of you talking about if I may ask.” You hummed grabbing some of Schlatt’s empty glasses, an uncharacteristic frown came over both their faces. “Oh? Touchy subject?”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Just dishing out some old problems, most of which are better left unsaid.” He aimed that statement at Quackity, his jaw seemed clenched and Quackity’s brow furrowed in annoyance.

“Well I just want to remind the both of you,” You passed the tray of empty glasses over to Addie as she walked by, she took them swiftly. You grabbed the side of both their heads and pressed them against your chest, not that you knew but both men’s flushed to the tips of their ears. “No physical fights are allowed in this tavern. If one starts I won’t hesitate to kick your fucking asses. Got it?” They looked over your chest and locked eyes with one another, after years on the sea they could read one another’s facial expressions rather easily and at that moment they shared the same thought,

‘They should fight more often.’

“I said, got it?”

“Yes ma’am,” The repeated simultaneously as you pulled away,

“That’s what I like to hear-”

“(Y/n)!” Vendetta’s velvety voice called out from behind you, you turned and saw a group of newcomers file into your bar. Your body tensed momentarily,

Pirates.

Schlatt turned his head to follow your gaze and he tensed from behind you, “fuck me.” He growled and Quackity raised an eyebrow at his captain, he turned to look over his shoulder and his face lit up.

“Sapnap!”

The pirate who had a white bandana tied around his forehead glanced over at him and a smile lit up across his features. “Quackity? Is that you?”

“My man!” He stood up from his chair heading over to wrap the man in a hug, “I haven’t seen you in years, man.” You zoned out of their conversation eyes locking with a few of the other pirates who walked into the tavern. Vendetta and Addie both greeted them, but everyone who was under your care knew to keep their guard up around pirates. From what you could gather there seemed to be two crews, a crew of what only seemed to be two, Sapnap was included. The fire demon was still talking with Quackity, while the other man took in the view of the tavern, he had shaggy blonde hair, and had a few scars across his face. A porcelain mask sat on top of his head, a forest green cloak was around his shoulders, his hood was lowered around his neck. A sword was strapped tight against his hip and there was another dagger that seemed to be tucked against his side. His eyes gazed towards you and he winked teasingly with a coy smile, you scoffed looking over at Addie.

“Seat those two gentlemen yeah? Be careful, I’ll tell Ven and Yeti to keep an eye.” Addie looked at you, concern written on her soft features but she nodded. While Addie departed, you noticed Ven talking with the other group. Luvena was hiding behind Vendetta’s long legs, although a tall blonde boy seemed very keen on talking to her. You smoothed out your dress and moved towards the group of three, you eyed them up casually. The blonde looked to be around Luvena’s age, he had a shit-eating grin on his face and his uniform matched that of the second tallest in the group. The second tallest was clad in a light blue jacket with large golden buttons on the red collar. He had a cream-frilled shirt underneath and a black belt holding up his brown slacks, those were tucked into black boots. On his back seemed to be a guitar and was the only one of them not holding a weapon, but you knew better than to assume with pirates. His curly brown hair seemed to bounce every time he talked, he seemed to be the ringleader but there was no doubt that the real ringleader was the hybrid standing beside him. He was taller, on par with Vendetta in height, he had long pink hair that was tied in a ponytail on top of his head. A few pieces framed his face elegantly, there was no doubt he was the captain of the little crew that was in your tavern. He had a white shirt on with a deep low cut ‘V’ it showed off a good portion of his scared chest, around his shoulders sat a deep red jacket but his arms were outside of it and crossed over his chest. He seemed content on letting his second in command do all the talking, his red eyes were the only ones to meet yours. His head tilted upwards and before Vendetta could stop him he walked over towards you,

“You own the tavern?” His voice was a low monotone and it sent an array of pleasant chills up your spine.

“I do,” You raised an eyebrow crossing your arms over your chest, “Names (Y/n). You are?”

“Captain Technoblade of the ship Odyssey, I was hoping you had a few rooms and a table available. My brothers and I are pretty exhausted, we’ve been sailing all night.”

Brothers, they certainly didn’t all look alike, but then again you certainly had a mix of girls in your care. Your tongue swiped against the top row of your teeth, “Why don’t you and your brothers take a seat at the bar for now. Juniper will be happy to serve you, I’ll see if we have some free rooms available.”

“Thank you, once you return I’ll introduce them to you if you’d like,” Technoblade bowed his head before turning back to get his brother’s attention.

“I’d like that thank you.” You gave a nod motioning for Vendetta to follow you as you slid behind the bar with Juniper, Judas had also taken a spot sitting on the bar. You figured you’d let her know as well, considering she was another adult figure in the group. You knew either Juniper or Judas would fill in Addie considering the three were close. “Ven, can they be trusted?”

“Not too sure about the masked man, the one Quackity seems to be familiar with seems decent enough. He’s a fire demon though, could smell him from miles away, we all just need to be cautious.”

“Agreed,” Juniper added tapping her finger on her chin. “We should just try to curb all fighting if at all possible, what did the captain of the other group ask you?”

“They want a room, I’m about to check to see if we have availability. Thoughts on that?”

Judas let out a low hum her eyes followed both sets of pirate groups around the tavern, “I say if we have availability let them stay. They seem harmless so long as we don’t mess with them, which we’d never do.”

“Plus I can always stay awake to keep an eye on them.” Vendetta tapped her nails against the table,

“You sure.”

“As if I’d let anything happen to any of you, you’re my family.”

You all smiled softly, and you noticed Judas’s eyes widen, “Zig! Get that out of your mouth this instant!” She shot up from her spot and over to the person in question. The three of you laughed fondly at the nonsense, meanwhile, Juniper saw the three brothers sit at her bar. She moved away from you to greet them, you immediately could tell she was taken with the second eldest brother.

He seemed to be an absolute lady killer.

Vendetta ruffled your hair before going back to stand at her place by the door to keep the peace. You headed up the stairs to the rafters to check on the extra rooms you had, “Excuse me?” You tensed visibly turning around to face the man in all green. His eyes were mesmerizing, a fierce jade green to contrast his cloak, “Do you happen to have two rooms available?” The man held up two fingers to clarify his request,

“Do you usually start introductions with a blatant request like that?”

He chuckled a smile spreading across his lips, “I’m Dream and you gorgeous?”

“(Y/n), it’s your lucky day I’m about to check and see if any are available. My tavern is a hot commodity tonight.”

“Well, I can see why,” he spoke and you raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to the side.

“Oh?”

“It has the hottest owner around. Word spreads fast.”

You couldn’t believe this man was making your cheeks burn, he chuckled softly taking a step towards your figure. “Oh really, word spreads that fast on the open sea, Captian?” It was his turn to turn light pink, but he covered it up quickly with a chuckle.

“Touché.”

“I’ll get on that room for you and your friend. Take a seat, for now, this part is for guests and staff only you know?”

“So I have you all to myself?” He cheekily mused, he stepped towards you and before you knew it you were pinned against a wall. His hand suddenly brushed against your cheek, it was cold in comparison to your warm cheek. You felt Dream’s thumb brush against your cheek slowly, “You know...being on the open sea alone does something to a person.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” You mused pushing your forehead back against Dream’s, “All alone with only your crew with you.” Taking his other hand within your own you slid it up to your hip, you saw his entire face turn red as he stared down at your chest. “You’re probably missing a little love in your life, aren’t you Dreamy?” He nodded dumbly, his eyes still not leaving your chest,

Perfect. You weren’t going to let some pirate boy get the better of you.

He let out a grunt of pain as you spun him around and pressed his head into the wall with your elbow, your other hand has his pinned behind his back. “This hallway is for staff and guests only,” You purred in his ear before letting him go and swinging your hips before heading up the stairs fully. From behind you, Dream’s face was a deep, dark red and he had to clear his throat. Dream wasn’t going to let you go after that, I mean look at you, tough and able to hold your own, it awakened something inside him.

After checking up on the rooms you headed back down into the main hall, three-room keys in your hand. Glancing over at the scene in front of you, you saw Juniper dancing in the middle of the tavern the flirtatious brother at her side. Judas was sitting beside Schatt and Quackity at the bar, Addie was tending to Technoblade and the blonde at their little table. Dream and Sapnap were whispering to one another in the corner but still seemed to be enjoying the show. Vendetta was smiling softly by the door, beside her were Luvena and Zig both playing various instruments. You noticed Eret was also amongst the crowd, she had a brilliant grin on his face, it was flushed pink with alcohol and you smiled to yourself.

It was peaceful, and for a moment you forget half the patrons were scoundrels or pirates.

That was until the man dancing with Juniper locked eyes with you, his eyes lit up and he spun Juniper off into Addie’s arms. She giggled snuggling into the mother sheep’s arms, you heard a distressed “Juni! I’m holding glasses!” Before your vision was overtaken by the handsome flirt.

“Hello love,” He hummed, “May I offer you a dance?”

You were about to refuse but you saw Yeti, who finally made her appearance as it was getting closer to Judas’s set, giving you a big thumbs up “I’d be honored.” You responded taking his hand within your own, he pulled you out onto the dance floor and you felt his other hand politely hover on the small of your back. He allowed you to lean into his touch as he began to elegantly spin you around the dance floor, you were almost embarrassed to say felt like a princess. “Maybe I could get your name?” You asked above the music, “Since it seems you’re my dance partner this evening?”

“Wilbur Soot my love.” He hummed proudly, “The first mate of the ship Odysseus at your service. Plus I play music on the side.”

“Well now you need to play for us,” Wilbur twirled you around in a circle,

“Maybe one day. If you give me your name?”

“(Y/n) (L/n).”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

“I was right.” You commented biting the bottom of your lip trying not to smile,

“About what?”

“You.”

“Ah? Already talking about me I see? Is my manliness and gentlemanly qualities that renowned?”

“Not exactly.” He picked you up slightly and pulled you into a low dip, “I was right in thinking you a nothing but a flirty playboy.” Wilbur almost dropped you, you squawked grabbing onto his neck. He began to laugh as you clung to his chest,

“Alright love. You caught me red-handed.”

Wilbur set you on your feet hands on your lower back, you were pulled close to his chest. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“I get them for free hon. I own the place.”

“Oh...oh.” He paled a little, “I didn’t fuck up our chances of getting a room did I?”

“Nah lucky for you and your brothers, I have you covered, same with your buddies over there.” You motioned to Dream and Quackity’s friend, Wilbur’s face paled as he felt the chilled room key get placed in his palm. “What’s your little brother’s name?”

“Tommy.”

“Tell them both we serve breakfast free from 7 am to 10 am.” He nodded as you walked past, Wilbur meanwhile turned to look at Technoblade. It seemed he had his red eyes on the couple the entire time they were dancing. He held up a room key, it was labeled 205; Technoblade nodded his head before leaning back and talking to Addie once more. “Dream!” You called throwing a hand up into the air, instead of Dream, Sapnap looked up he nudged Dream with his elbow. The man was now wearing his mask, but at least you could tell he was looking at you,

“Well hello, darlin’ you must be (Y/n). Name's Sapnap. Dream told me about you, so you have good news for us I hope?”

“Pleasure, I'm sure he told you all about me,” He nodded, his eyes taking in your body especially your ass. “Got you both a room key, your neighbors. Across from the other crew of pirates. Just don’t fight and we won’t have any problems.”

“You mean those jackasses are staying?” Sapnap complained loudly, looking over your shoulder at the other crew members.

“You both didn’t think you were the only patrons, did you? This is a business after all.” You, tossed the keys their way, Dream caught it with ease and Sapnap fumbled it only a little bit. After they were in their hands, you waved them off with a flutter of your palm you turned around to go speak with Judas about her set but before you could take a step you saw Schlatt stumbling up from his seat. “Ah shit,” You knew what was about to happen, you weren’t paying attention to the ram hybrid so who knew how many drinks in he was. You felt responsible, for a while you and Judas had been trying to help Schlatt with his addiction. You couldn’t help but wonder what exactly set him off for him to get this drunk, Quackity caught him in his arms with a grumble. The man was a drunken mess, and as you approached you could hear his slurred speech and could practically smell the alcohol on his breath. “Schlatt,” You spoke carefully and as soon as you got close Schlatt detached himself from Quackity and lunged at you. His head was buried in his chest, he almost purred like he was very happy to be there, you rolled your eyes and ran your fingers through his hair. You were mindful of his horns but he seemed pretty eager for you to touch them,

“(Y/n).” He whined although it was muffled against your ample chest, “Why do pirates have to fuck everything up?”

“What are you on about Schlatt? No one likes pirates.”

“They’re gonna take you away from me, sugar. You’re my safe space, this tavern is my safe space.” You sighed listening to his drunken ramblings, you grabbed his horns and pulled him away from your chest.

“This is my life Schlatt, I’m not going anywhere trust me. Plus my family is here, they need me. So try not to worry okay?” You slicked back the hair on his forehead before planting a fond kiss there, everyone in the tavern narrowed their eyes at the scene. Even your girls were green with envy, at the sight of their lovely boss kissing someone who wasn’t them. He leaned against your lips eyes fluttering closed,

“Well, well, well if it isn’t Captian Schlatt? Or ex-captain if I remember correctly.”

“What?”

You turned your head and felt Schlatt’s arms wrap around your waist and held you close to his chest. The touch was protective and you felt your heart skip a beat, why was he protecting you, and why did you actually feel protected?

“Has the drinking finally caught up to you? Or was it the fact that you lost your so-”

Was that Dream's voice?

“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled and you were shoved behind him into Quackity’s arms, you felt less protected. “I’m not that person anymore and you fucking know that,” Vendetta came to stand beside the both of you a hand was placed on your shoulder protectively. You knew she was desperately wanted to step in and you held up a hand to stop her.

“This isn’t good…” Quackity murmured, “They’re going to fight. Schlatt’s going to get himself fucking killed.”

“Calm yourself. We won’t let it get that far.” Ven grumbled eyeing you waiting for your signal. But you were lost in the conversation or argument, the two were having, you couldn’t believe Schlatt was a pirate. He was so...he just didn’t...he was a drunk okay? That didn’t exactly shout feared pirate to you!

“Oh, are you sure? I remember that look, that’s the look you’d get before you stomped someone’s lights out. No wonder your son disappeared under mysterious circumstances-” Dream was shoved against one of the poles holding up the building. He grunted and Schlatt’s arm was pulled back ready to punch, but his arm was stopped by smaller hands,

“Pardon me Mr. Schlatt but you know how we feel about fighting in our tavern.” Addie bubbled, she had a smile on her face but it wasn’t kind, it was full of warning.

“Get the fuck off me, sheepie. This doesn’t fucking concern you.” Schlatt shoved her away and as soon as his skin made contact with her body he made a sound of distress.

“(Y/n)...” Addie murmured quietly, your father’s dagger was embedded in Schlatt’s arm,

“Fucking hell you bitch!” He snarled baring his teeth, you glared at him twisting the dagger he yelled in agony.

“Touch one of my girls again and next time this dagger is going right into your back.” You ripped the dagger out, splattering the floor with blood. He grabbed his arm tightly and looked at you with slight betrayal in his yellow eyes. “I mean it Schlatt, Quackity take him home.” The man nodded looking at you longingly, he muttered a quiet ‘Sorry’ before escorting him out of your tavern. “You,” You glared harshly over at Dream, “Go to your room.”

“You’re not my mother.”

“Then find another play to stay.” You spat, he turned away and you looked over at Addie, “Are you alright?” Your voice turned tender as you cupped her cheeks. She nuzzled against your palms and nodded her head,

“I’m fine. You didn’t need to-”

“Yes, I did. No one messes with you. With any of you on my watch.”

The sheep hybrid made a little sound as her bottom lip trembled, she wrapped you in a tight hug which you accepted without hesitance. Judas walked over next and wrapped you both in her arms, pretty soon you were surrounded by your girls and Zig.

All of them had the same mindset: comforting both you and Addie.

It was good to be loved.

Wilbur watched the scene curiously and glanced over at Technoblade who stood up from his chair.

“I think that’s our cue to leave for the night.” He looked over at his first mate, Wilbur nodded in agreement grabbing his guitar from the chair beside Technoblade.

“They...Techno were they talking about Tubbo.” Tommy whispered to his brother, his brow furrowing in concern as they all climbed the steps up to their room, “You don’t think-”

“It just might be Tommy.” Technoblade tilted his head to the side, “Guess that’ll be something we ask him when we get back to the ship tomorrow.”

“Well, this trip is going to be way more fun than I thought.” Wilbur snickered lighting a cigarette, taking a long drag, before letting the smoke curl out of his mouth and up into the rafters. ~~~

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