#brotp: promise? promise | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

theheightofdishonor · 2 months

Note

I love reading your kagehina posts!! Sometimes I see stuff like they aren't even friends 😭 and probably drifted apart and partner in sports is different from actual friendship lmao

Thank you!

dfghhjkl yeah i've seen those claims and I firmly believe that anyone who's saying any of that needs to take reading comprehension 101. I've talked about this claim a little bit here but to reiterate, kageyama and hinata's bond- their unique connection, the meaningfulness of it, the way that they support and teach and learn from each other- is one of the core aspects of the series. Like, there were so many instances of people commenting about how special their relationship was that I made a list. This post here I think are also relevant to addressing this. (if you couldn't tell, i talk about this a lot lol. But I don't mind talking about it some more)

Point is, they mean a lot to each other. And yes, haikyuu does make a point of showing how volleyball isn't always a 1 v 1 comparison to irl and how volleyball doesn't have to mean everything to be meaningful but at the same time, that's inapplicable to hinata and kageyama because the other side of that coin is that sometimes, volleyball is everything. It could not possibly be more in your face that Kageyama and Hinata formed an instantaneous connection and became a duo to be feared like overnight because they recognized that the other person is exactly like them- someone who will give everything for volleyball, who will never give up, a person who complements them. and understands them. Kageyama's little backstory moment that changed everything (and fucked me up permanently) is that he's been waiting for (someone like) Hinata his entire life. So what if they're not be hanging out 24/7 outside of volleyball? (which they do hang out outside of matches btw later on in life, kageyama asked hinata to play beach vb with kunimi and kindaichi) They already have a mutual understanding about the importance of volleyball in their lives. Also like, even in the last chapter/panel of haikyuu literally just reiterates that for the two of them, volleyball and each other and intrinsically intertwined elements and that they intend on revolving around each other as partner/rivals for the rest of their lives.

If we're looking only at the anime, that list i linked above is entirely taken from season. Like, the the sheer weight of kageyama "i can spike, toss, etc by myself" tobio saying the words "as long as you're with me, you're invincible" like 1-2 episodes later?? This bullshit where kageyama extracts a promise from hinata to follow him to the top of the world still happens in the anime too. That bit in the first Seijoh match where Kageyama says that Oikawa's going to set to Iwaizumi, not because it's the most logical move but because he trusts him so innately that it's the most natural move to make and then going on to make the exact same set to Hinata in the same match?? The extra animated linger on Kageyama and Hinata's fingers touching as they stop the Miya's quick? Oikawa and Atsumu both saying that Kageyama's "wrapped around Hinata's finger"?

Like come on now, does this look like two people who are going to drift apart? Be for real. They're too obsessed with each other to do that.

#asks #haikyu #brotp: someone even better #i looked through my blog for this and realized that i talk about hq a lot #i didn't even get to the post i was looking for because i got too annoyed by how long it was taking #kagehina #haikyuu!!#anyways morons that think these two idiots are going to drift apart are a whole different species that i don't understand #like even if you're too dumb to figure out hq's themes like #when have they ever acted anything less than totally obsessed with each other #vol 1 /season 1 literally hits you over the head like its soo painfully obvious that they're fated soulmates or whatever #even without like kageyama taking literal offense to people not being enchanted by hinata or how his best move favorite move the one time h #s not flawless his most readable move is #that in a pinch he sets to hinata #and its a set that transcends faith #or trust #anyway i love getting asks i def love getting hq asks #thank you anon!#oh extra little addition: during their promise when kageyama asks will you stand on the same stage as me in the future #because he wants hinata at his side!!#for the longrun!!#they make me want to chew concrete

21 notes · View notes

goldybrainybunch · 6 months

Text

Did this. I'm sorry rayanna enjoyers i Just don't think the ship makes sense

#i dont get brotp so i didnt do it #krone aroace Queen #the promised neverland #tpn manga #tpn ray #tpn norman #tpn emma #n a buncha other characters

17 notes · View notes

stincorrect · 2 years

Text

Robin: Hello. It is I, your favorite person. Steve: Actually Henderson is my favorite person. Robin: … Robin: Okay. Then it is I, that bitch.

#steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson #steve and robin #steve and dustin #bat-man and robin #brOTP #lol #scoops troop #don't worry robin #i promise #you're a very close second #he really loves you both #that said #accurate lol #stranger things #stranger things incorrect quotes

247 notes · View notes

raayllum · 2 years

Photo

2x09 / 4x01

#ezran's faith in rayla never fails to make me cry #they continue to have the sweetest possible friendship aah #brotp: it's super annoying #s2 #2x09 #s4 #4x01 #parallels #'I PROMISE'#s4 spoilers #tdp #tdp spoilers #the dragon prince #ezran #tdp ezran #always the voice of hope / faith in this show in general #arc 1 #arc 2 #multi

71 notes · View notes

juliaswickcrs · 1 year

Photo

BOOK COVER :: THE DYING OF THE LIGHT ↳ ( tlou s1 - ?? )

The Miller siblings had been preparing for the apocalypse long before it hit. It was always the plan for Naomi to provide medical support, Tommy to provide a place to stay, and Joel...well Joel was supposed to be the one to make sure they all made it out alive.

Needless to say that when the actual apocalypse hit, nothing went according to plan. The three siblings, while together at the outbreak, found themselves in various parts of the country twenty years later.

Tommy was nowhere to be found, Naomi had descended into something beyond madness, and Joel...well Joel was now carting a kid around who might be the answer to all of their problems. Whether or not he’ll live to see that though, is up to his little sister. And the barrel of her rifle he’s now staring down.

Reunited with her family after twenty years of surviving on her own, Naomi is as lost as her namesake, and nearly twice as bitter. But somehow, she can tell that this little girl has made an impact on her perpetually serious and stoic older brother.

He’s lighter...softer...kinder.

Maybe Ellie Williams can make Naomi Miller softer again too.

tag list: @bisexualterror @foxesandmagic @booty-boggins @iron-parkr @jvstjewels @camiemendess @a-song-of-quill-and-feather @arrthurpendragon @villain-connoisseur @starcrossedjedis @drbobbimorse @noratilney @stanshollaand @kingsmakers @elmunson @darth-caillic @mystic-scripture @aliverse @misshiraeth98 @chrissymunson @asirensrage @eddiemunscns

26 notes · View notes

freuleinanna · 2 years

Text

postcards

Characters: Travis Hackett Chosen ending: The Hacketts are all dead except Travis, Laura survives Short summary: Travis is trying to cope with the trauma of losing his family as best he can (which is not good at all). At the same time, unsigned postcards start to arrive. Words count: 2595 (trauma, healing)

Tags: @b33barlowsstuff, @imperfectjam, @sera-wonderland, @strawberryoverkill, @hrefna-the-raven (tagging my Travis squad, though it's ok if this one's not to your liking)

(I don't pretend to write master psychology or trauma, so I'm sorry if you hate it, but a Travis!meta thought wrote itself into a fic, plus I'm still on my Travis x Laura enemies-to-slightly-less-enemies-with-connection bullshit, oops)

September, 26 This feels stupid.

(no date)

fix the fence

buy coffee

start those quarterly reports !

check podcast nothing new

(no date) No, I know, it ain't it. I'll try tomorrow. Can't think of anything worth saying.

October, 6 Here's the thing. Chris used to keep a journal. He said it helped, and I owe it to him to try. Just gotta write whatever's on my mind or stuff that happened. So. Drank a beer. Took another patrol shift. Way behind on the quarterlies, really gotta start on them now. What else?

God, what a load of crap. Chris is dead. Bobby's dead. Caleb's dead. Kaylee's dead. Dad's dead.

That's what's on my fucking mind.

October, 7 Ma is dead. There, I wrote it. Feels good. Not that she's I don't mean fuck

October, 19 Full moon yesterday. Didn't know what else to do, so I started packing. Unpacked around dawn. I don’t need silver bullets anymore.

October, 27 A postcard came from NY. Weird. Nothing but the sender's address. Threw it out.

October, 31 Fucking habits.

I was patrolling, and drove to the camp site. Didn't mean to, just sort of ended up here. Sat in the car like an idiot looking at the windows. Usually, one would be lit. I'd get out, come in, we'd crack a couple of cold ones. I can’t bring myself to //

A bunch of kids just tried to break in on camp's grounds. I think they were looking for a place to get wasted on a Halloween night, which I completely forgot about. One of them was dressed as a werewolf and kept howling. For a moment, I thought Anyway. Scaring the shit out of them felt good. Shouting, too. Disrespectful assholes didn't have any right to be here. Not here.

PS. Almost called Chris to tell the story and have a good laugh.

November, 14 Sent in the quarterly reports last week. WAY overdue. Things kind of lose their importance, even I know it’s not a good sign. Everything that happens swooshes right through my brain, in and out, like a bullet. Maybe a bullet is what I need

That last part came out of nowhere. I'm not really thinking it. I mean I wasn't, but now that I wrote it, I obviously am. Shit! This whole journal thing is fucking my brain up. Great advice, C. Real nice. It should be helping, not making more mess. How am I supposed to figure it out?

No, fuck that. Ma raised us better than self-pity.

But then, Ma also raised us to protect the family.

November, 19 Full moon. I still measure time by calendar marks. Three moons ago they were all alive.

December, 18 Full moon.

December, 26 Another postcard came. Obnoxious Christmassy stuff, with one snowman sneezing the carrot out and another dodging it and shouting 'I'm okay!' Nothing more, nothing less. Someone must have screwed up the address. This had better stop.

Anyway, this past month. Nothing much to say, I was clearing out the house. Couldn't be there with all of the rooms untouched, so. Yeah. That's it. Done the job.

(later) No, I shouldn't lie, should I? What's even the point.

It smells empty now, the house. Desolate. Like a place where people haven't lived for a long time, even though I've literally been there. I can't seem to fill it up on my own. I'm not enough.

Many things there. Memories. Found Bobby's old book about horses. He fucking loved horses, that kid. Couldn't remember where he put his shoes but recited dozens of breeds by heart. He dreamt we'd turn the house into a ranch. It was that one year when our folks shut the Quarry down cause Bobby was getting bigger, and more and more different, and he needed more attention instead of less. He was obsessed with the idea for months, driving Ma insane. Chris finally had to step in and say, 'Hey, I'll do you one better. We'll reopen the camp, and you'll have lots of kids to play with, how's that?' Bobby almost shat his pants with happiness. Poor lonely kid. I was too grown-up and off to college, and Chris was too… I don’t want to say normal, but maybe he was. He had his own friends. Bobby was with Ma most of the time and Ma was… well, she was Ma. Out of us three, Chris was the only one who had his special way with her. So they decided to reopen. I don't know if Bobby ever remembered the ranch idea again because I think, from then on, he slept and saw himself with a bunch of kids playing together on the camp's grounds.

Spent half an hour on the floor with that goddamn book, nearly crying. We should have got the fucking horses.

January, 17 Full moon. Don't know why I keep doing that.

January, 27 Moved into the station a couple of weeks ago. With all that space in the house, there's just too much, well, space. I'm used to having a big family, that’s the thing. Another habit. Anyone who grew up with one would know, it sinks it teeth in and doesn't let go.

Even C. and I, we went away for college only to come back home. I think, by then it had already been late. That's how Ma rasied us, always keep close to your family and care for it as best you can. We learned it with Bobby, and then with Chris's kids when they came along. We had been a wolf pack long before half of us turned into wolves. The house is cracked in the corners and crooked all over, and we were, too, with our issues and complicated relationships. It was never simple. At least, I knew who I was when I was there. A son, an elder brother, an uncle, lots and lots of strings upon strings. I don't really know who I am now. A survivor, I guess. I survived my family. Any one of us would say that's worth a gold fucking medal.

February, 3 Apparently, in order for it to help, it's supposed to hurt. Catharsis.

Don't have much time to write, but I got on one of those websites for people who lost someone. There are therapists there, too, so you can talk to them if you need to.

Long story short, after a few false-starts, I found Doc Morgan. She was okay. Talked to me for a while about loss, about myself, too. How I’m eating, how I’m sleeping, agitations, fixations. There was, surprisingly, a lot to say. That’s when the catharsis thing came up, I was talking about how Chris was writing and I was trying, too, but it wasn’t working. Then she started asking questions about my family and how I lost them, when it happened (this I could answer) and how (this I couldn't), so I had to drop it.

Before that, she also said I 'harbor a lot of guilt'. No shit, Doc. I wish there was someone to talk about it with. Someone who knew the truth.

Catharsis, huh? Shit.

March, 8 Thirty-five years on the force, and that’s the first time it happens. Got shot on the job. Nothing deadly, a bullet in the arm. Had to wear a cast for a month, so writing is more of an exercise now. Some punk was trying to rob the petrol station, things went south, and I got a bullet, that’s it. Guess hunting werewolves makes you cocky enough to underestimate an ordinary dick with a gun.

Anyway, the whole thing blew out of proportion, and I got handed an award and got my picture taken. Sweet fucking Jesus. I bet they knew there’s no other fool who’d agree to patrol this god-forsaken piece of land, so they were sucking up like hell.

Two new postcards came. This is getting annoying. Haven’t had a look yet, just noticed them in the mail box.

February 16 was the full moon. Still restless.

March, 9 ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME.

The postcards. Almost forgot about them again, but went to take a look.

One looks kind of vintage, with two dogs sharing a bone and the ‘I don’t have a bone to pick with you’ phrase in a heinous font. The other is a goddamn get-well card sent by post.

I looked the address up, should have done that long ago (some cop!). It’s a dorm address, for the NYS College of Veterinary Medicine at Cornell University. A vet college.

I don’t know if I’m tired or pissed. Both. Pissed, more. Who does she think she is sending me postcards? Why? Is this a joke, does she think we’re friends? Why would I ever want to hear from her? What in hell are those writings? Got a hold of the previous card, the Christmas one. ‘I’m okay’. And now, ‘I don’t have a bone to pick with you’. God, and the get-well one, too. She must have checked the local papers to see that article. The sheer ARROGANCE. Should have left her right there in that basement with Chris.

(later) Got so wound up that I drove to the nearest post office. Picked the one white card there, the one you’re supposed to draw on to make it personal. Left it blank, wrote STOP IT on the back, and sent right away. This has got to end.

March, 18 Full moon. Up all night again. This, too, has got to end.

March, 26 Went patrolling again and drove to the Quarry by the end of the shift. There’s nothing horrifying on uneasy about it in morning light, just a bunch of wooden cabins with sun shining on the surface of the lake. Almost peaceful. Walked around for a while there, thinking. You’d never guess how close to the earth lie the dark secrets hidden all around.

I don’t know what to do with it. The main cottage is ruined, and I don’t exactly have the time or money to repair it. Even if I did, I certainly can’t run it on my own. Chris knew his way around, he loved it. Really, loved it. Spent hours designing improvement plans, or getting the best deals for food delivery, or talking with kids. He was a natural. I’m no Chris. I can’t really fill his shoes, never could.

I’ll probably have to shut it down or resell. The thought doesn’t sit right. I’m on the verge of the right, reasonable decision but can’t make it for the life of me. It’s all wrong.

April, 4 A postcard came. Of course. I guess I felt it in my guts that it would.

A profound-quote kind this time, the type that’s used for aesthetics, not for actual posting.

Stood by the mail box for a good minute. I think I understand now.

Catharsis.

April, 13 It’s time now, makes no sense to postpone it any longer. In order for it to help, it’s supposed to hurt.

I have always, all my life, tried to be a good person. Do the right thing, make the right decisions. I am a police officer, for God’s sake, have been for thirty-five years. I swore to protect people. But Ma also raised us to protect the family. What does one do when being a good person contradicts being a good brother, a good son?

I harbor a lot of guilt, Doc Morgan said. Damn right, I do. Good people, innocent people died, because I made a choice. All it takes is one broken oath, because once you break it, there’s no going back. There’s no clear path, nowhere to put your loyalty. All you can do is keep going, further and further into the woods. And along that road, there’s always a choice. People you don’t know, whom you’d sworn to protect, or your family, whom you love. Who do you protect? Whose life do you save? They don’t have answers in the police academy. It’s like that ethical problem where you’re riding a trolley without any sort of brakes, and if you keep on your track, you’ll kill a bunch of people, but if you make a choice to pull the lever and switch the trolley to another track, you’ll only kill one. They say the answer is often ‘don’t switch, don’t take that responsibility, let it ride’. Here’s where the catch comes in. What if those people are your family? One stranger seems like a reasonable enough sacrifice to save the ones you love. Here’s another catch. What if this situation comes up over, and over, and over again? And what if you pull the lever so many times that the pile of bodies grows out of control? Does a good person still do it? Does a good son?

He does, it turns out, because no one ever says: enough. Not one damn person. Dad didn’t say it, Ma certainly never did, not even Chris. The good son, the golden son. I can’t hold it against him, really, we all loved him. He was the kind of person who made everything better simply by showing up with his broad smile and stupid jokes. It just so happened, that the choice was mine, and there were always switches, and Chris was always on the tracks. His children, too. Ultimately, all of us. And once I stopped making that damn choice, the trolley rode right through.

‘Guilt is a ravenous creature,’ that’s what it said, on the postcard. It is, indeed. It’s the never-ending tear between ‘what if I never pulled the lever’ and ‘what if I pulled it just one more time’. It’s people you swore to protect but didn’t, and family you were raised to protect but didn’t. The guilt of not being a good person and not being a good son.

I’ve split myself over it so much I can hardly feel the halves, so I’m saying: enough. I’ve done enough. I’d loved them and protected them as best I could but the truth is, the most important choice is to stop sitting in a crashed trolley contemplating your choices. One person with a rope can’t pull everyone else back from the well. At some point, you’ve got to decide to cut the rope. I’m doing just that. I’ve spent enough time being a good brother and son. Maybe I can try being a good person again now.

April, 14 Went to send a postcard. I don’t know what she’s gonna make of it and if she understands at all. The whole thing is just too hard to explain. Catharsis.

For a second, I even thought of tearing out the last entry and sending it as a letter, but shit, the drama. So I went to the camp and took one of the Quarry postcards instead, from the souvenirs stand. Didn’t know what to write. Then just wrote THANK YOU. Maybe it helps her guilt, too, the one that’s been making her send those cards.

I hope so. God, I hope she understands.

April, 17 Full moon yesterday. Slept through it.

May, 1 The answer came. LIKEWISE. She did understand.

P.S. July, 7 I didn’t plan on writing anything else, but then another card came. A happy-birthday card, an absolutely idiotic one, with printed cake, and candles, and confetti.

I’m not even gonna ask how the hell she knew.

But then again, I could always send a postcard and find out.

#i'm still not sure if it shouldn't have been a shorter post but here we are #i promise i'm gonna do other characters some time soon :D #the quarry #the quarry fics #travis hackett #travis hackett fics #laura and travis brotp rights #travis hackett meta #laura kearney but like she's not even named here #BUT SHE IS IMPORTANT #anna writes the quarry #the quarry spoilers #tw: trauma #healing

101 notes · View notes

kharonion · 11 months

Text

Randomly thinking about The Moment™ when Johnny and Vikt become something more, when they start actually giving a shit about each other—when they become more akin to brothers.

And it's definitely the Relic malfunction that nearly kills him after he confronts the Voodoo Boys.

It's the first time Vikt really shows any emotion to Johnny other than annoyance or anger. He's terrified, and uncharacteristically, he shows it. Damn near sobs as he's desperately pleading for Johnny to help him.

Inevitably, Johnny decides he has to take over Vikt's body, but the moments before are living Rent Goddamn Free in my head.

Just... Johnny holding Vikt's hand in both of his. Talking him through it, trying his best to help because goddamn he's scared, too; after all, Vikt never begs for help—never.

And a big thing: Asking permission before assuming control.

"V... listen to me. Do you trust me?" "Y-Yes... with my life..." "You good with being Silverhand for a few?" "Ju-Just... help me, Johnny... please..." "I'm here, kid. It's okay, I gotcha."

#I'M OKAY. I PROMISE. :')#*is actually sobbing in the corner of the club right now*#brotp: we've got a city to burn #oc: vikt #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk 2077 #cp 2077 blabbers

10 notes · View notes

shrinkthisviolet · 1 year

Note

🤯 and 🫂 please

Any fandom :)

🤯: Share a surprising line, or one where a character realizes something

So as it turned out, Luke’s full name was Luke Skywalker. That…complicated things.

“A myth?!” Luke went three shades paler at that. “I’m only 19! I can’t be a myth already!”

~sunshine twins fic

(poor Luke is having a bit of a crisis 😂)

🫂: Share a line (or dialogue exchange) that shows the relationship between two characters

“Ten min—?!” Sam bolted upright. “You couldn’t have woken me earlier?!”

“Well, I was trying!” Daniel huffed. “You sleep like a log.”

~ck interlude fic (between kk1 and kk2) (aka the next fic of this series)

(look at them, they're so sweet 🥰 too bad Daniel just thinks they're cousins at the moment)

wip ask game!

#wip ask game #star wars #luke skywalker #sunshine twins fic #(currently the other posts about this fic are tagged:#rey & luke #but i promise i'll edit those...eventually)#cobra kai #the karate kid #sam larusso #samantha larusso #daniel larusso #brotp: the spinning hug move #ck time travel au

10 notes · View notes

hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend · 10 months

Note

Send 🥁 to see them making (or reacting to) a lot of noise.

“Surprised she still talks about me,” Thancred chuckles, “Guess I just have that effect.” Demos snorts, “Not really. I had to listen to that woman talk for three hours straight on her latest conquests.” “Latest conquests,” he balks, scoffing with a shake of his head, “Did she happen to tell you any names?” “I said she talked for three hours straight, didn’t say I listened for three hours.”

Sorry this took forever and a day but I hope you enjoy! bonus little interaction under the cut because I couldn't help myself :)

"You know Sib, I got a question. You've been in the cold before and complained, now here you are in even less clothing." "Yes and?" "Please for the love of the twelve tell me you didn't just wear it in the hopes to fuck one of the elezen men there." "……¯\_(ツ)_/¯ " ">:(" "They said we might meet the illustrious Ser Aymeric though……"

#Truly the bane of this mans life was the sib vs thancred and getting laid competition post arr #but also getting paired with the biggest chatterbox when she's not going through the horrors #rip to this man but i love him still i promise it gets better #brotp: anam cara #my screenshots

2 notes · View notes

holocene-sims · 2 years

Text

next // previous

june 13, 2021 12:00 p.m. uncle paddy's house

[grant] besides, i'm already dressed!

[paddy] that you are.

[grant] just don’t ask any tasks of me that require bending over, sitting on the ground, or lifting any super heavy objects. we all know i haven't been able to do any of that in years. otherwise, i am at your disposal!

[paddy] anyone do spine transplants?

[grant] no, sir, but when they do, i want to be in the first group. it'd be nice to not feel like the tin man from the wizard of oz for once.

[paddy] well, i think you’re in luck today. not on the fucked spine ordeal, though. so, unless you’d also like to be the one handing out the tools for the water heater repair, i just want you to see if you can patch the ceiling in the garage. oh, and we’ll get started when your grandpa gets back over here. he went to get a light bulb for in the garage since it’s out. apparently. i didn't notice.

[grant] and you want me to do that because i'm the only one tall enough to do it?

[paddy] yeah, and i am not looking to sell a kidney to professionally replace the ceiling in there. amateur drywall is fine. i need that kidney money for the jacuzzi tub. catherine’s request and all.

[grant] i mean, i won’t say no. i can do it. just, you know, give me a mask so i don’t inhale all the dust. you did say yesterday you wouldn’t be responsible for ruining my lungs.

[paddy] right! because you’re ruining them on your own terms, kiddo.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 screenshots #sims 4 story #simblr #hlcn: everything the stars promised #okay they're uncle and nephew but they're kind of a brotp moment #holocene.docx #holocene.png #hlcn: grant #hlcn: paddy

18 notes · View notes

phoenixlionme · 2 years

Text

Pic from Omai of YouTube

#naruto #fairy tail #god of high school #jujutsu kaisen #one piece #promised neverland #group #brotp #brotp comparison #my posts #mybrotps

11 notes · View notes

notsomecase · 2 years

Text

tag spam

0 notes

familiaanteomnia · 2 years

Text

Okay but- Xav after several speeches of behaving in public, just being an menace if any of Nathan’s bullies think of heckling during the play (this young kid with zero socialization begged by three different individuals to be civil in public) The concept of this feral child with pink h.ello kitty combat platform boots. After the play is over tackling some senior from the football team who was talking shit. Like he was totally ready to peacefully head to the car with his parents to wait for his twin and then just is like narrow visions on this jock he knows is a major problem for nate/is saying homophobic shit. Even when it’s broken up Xav is just like : ) unable to stop, help himself (even though does feel bad etc) 100% an smug brat who also winks at the guy to really add to the experience

#brotp: prescott boys #headcanons #(one variant of the xav is there timelines lmao)#(everybody: you can go if you behave)#(xav: i promise)#(xav on hearing on some homophobic shit from an guy he know really torments his twin: Fuck It I'm Kicking Ass)

1 note · View note

stincorrect · 2 years

Text

Dustin: Don’t worry. I have a plan. Steve: I’ll warn the hospital.

Original Quote: @incorrecttonyxeveryonequotes

#steve harrington #dustin henderson #steve and dustin #dustin and steve #brOTP #henderson #okay but like #accurate though #also i love them so much #like #spoiler free #their relationship in season 4?#it only gets better okay?#i promise i'll stop talking about it now i just #that season #SO GOOD!#stranger things #stranger things incorrect quotes

146 notes · View notes

collectivecloseness · 1 year

Note

Okay but can you do 25) that’s where all my clothes went but Steve saying it about his reader the girlfriend, and his and your best friend Robin??

Yes because I absolutely respect also loving brotp stobin with /reader for one or both of them haha, I love that dynamic! And absolutely a hc of my own too that Robin occasionally steals Steve’s clothes, as well as his partner doing so lmao

Prompt: 25) that’s where all my clothes went

Steve Harrington x reader, Robin Buckley & reader

You walked into family video at around midday, knowing Steve and Robin’s shift would be starting any minute.

When you entered the store only Robin was there, who lit up as soon as she saw it was only you, bouncing towards you before she encased you in a hug, one you eagerly returned as you took in the perfume you got her for her birthday.

“Thank God it’s you. The second I put my badge on and a customer walks in, I feel like my whole day is cursed.” Robin laughed into your shoulder, before pulling back with a smile, both of you still holding onto’s each other’s arms.

“Well thank God then. Can’t have your day being cursed. You’re riding in the same car as me when Steve takes us to the movie theatre later, I don’t wanna be collateral damage.” You joke, Robin lightly brushing your shoulder as she backed up a step closer to the tape rack. “And you don’t want me to be cursed?”

“Hmm, that too.” You agree, both of you laughing through your noses, before you sighed at the tapes that were definitely on the wrong shelves. A Nightmare On Elm Street was definitely not ‘kindergarten & under friendly!’

It only took you a second however, now you’d pulled away from Robin, to notice the dark blue shirt she was wearing, accompanied by some dangly bracelets and a black pair of ripped jeans. “Is that’s Steve’s shirt? Or is another one you both accidentally bought?” You asked good naturedly, remembering the time they both showed up to Nancy’s party in the same sports crop top.

Robin sighed, pinching the material and pulling it out from her stomach. “Yeah, I didn’t like any of my clean clothes today.”

You both nodded together, knowing the feeling.

It was a normal thing for both of you to steal from Steve’s wardrobe. You were both over at his all the time, sometimes hanging out there when Steve wasn’t even in.

One day Steve had left bed early to drive Dustin somewhere, but you were still lounging about in his sheets. You heard someone using the front door key, and Robin bounded into the bedroom, only giving you a slightly too ealry in the morning but still cheery “Oh hey!” as you tried to at least put a bra on under the sheets.

Robin had been swiping all of Steve’s jackets on a rack to the side one by one, and when you had last nights bra and Steve’s basketball shorts on, you joined her side, asking “anything in particular you’re looking for?”

“Yeah. His brown jacket, you know the fake leather one? I’ve just got a new bunch of shit and I need to see if it fits these tops that pretty much will only go with that.”

You found it in a small pile and handed it to Robin, used to her raiding Steve’s closet before, and she knew you did the exact same thing. Occasionally with Steve in the room, where you both promised to give it back. Although now, you knew you weren’t the only one to use Steve’s gifted house keys to your advantage.

Now though, in family video, you took in the top Robin was wearing, feeling the material by stroking the sleeves on her bicep, and nodding knowing the answer to your internal question.

“Oh yeah. I wore that one yesterday.” You kept nodding. It was a good shirt. Very fashionable, and unisex. Not that shirts had genders.

Robin blinked, although wasn’t really surprised, looking down at it “Oh really?” She lifted the collar, giving it a small sniff test. “Well at least you smell good. It was on his clean pile.”

“Yeah I put it there last night, I only wore it for a couple of hours when we went shopping.”

“Probably for more clothes. Poor Steve.” Robin pulled a dramatic face at you, woeing for him, and you both shared another laugh. Helping Robin in her duties as you took three copies of Friday The 13th, and four of The Exorcist and helped move it to the horror section.

“I mean, I’m wearing his top and his pants today. Not my fault I can convince him to get pants that comfortably fit both of us.” You gestured down to your outfit, Robin giving it a quick applause in appreciation.

“Yeah” Robin started “Have you noticed he wears this one to work a lot?” She nodded down to ‘her’ shirt, flattening it with a brush of her hand. You weren’t even surprised at how well Steve’s clothes fit you or Robin anymore sometimes. Almost like he wanted you both to steal them, you could argue.

“I think he thinks this one is more ‘professional’ or something.” Robin gave air quotes at the word, rolling her eyes and smiling at you before returning to the task at hand.

You pull it a little from her waist, Robin of course doesn’t care, as you rub the hem of it between your fingers. It really did seem like a good material. “Well do you think he was gonna wear it today?” You asked, only for Robin to give an uncaring shrug at you.

That’s when Steve ran through the door, a good twelve minutes late to his shift.

Luckily his face went from panic and trying to keep the door from flying off its hinges, to a relaxed puff of air flowing from his cheeks, as he realised it was only you and Robin in the store, no Keith.

“Well thank God for that.”

“God’s getting a lot of thanks today.” Robin noted, leaving the tapes for Steve to sort as she went to lean against the counter. There was a really good spot the sun shone through at midday, and Robin rolled her head and relaxed into it like a cat.

“Yeah, that’s probably why so many people are avoiding curses.” You noted as you walked up to Steve.

“Amen!” Robin called with a finger out to you, eyes still closed, as you came and bundled Steve’s sweater up in your hands, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“What?” Steve said quietly, a lost look in his puppy dog eyes as he looked between his girlfriend and his best friend.

You and Robin both just chuckled, and you used his sweater to pull him in for another kiss. One Steve smiled against, even if he wasn’t quite in on your antics of the day. Giving just a quiet and happy moan, simply because he was happy to be giving you your first kiss of the day.

It was only when you leaned back, Steve still smiling hooded at you, slightly licking his lips, that you looked at the darker colour between your hands. And as you took a step back, still holding him like he owed you money, you were just a tad surprised. “Is that my sweater?”

Even Robin looked up now, peering her head aorund to catch a glimpse.

“Yeah babe. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t find anything work suitable left for today.” Steve relayed, his hand rubbing the back of your neck, still there from when he’d been kissing you. You could tell it was from a drawer you left at Steve’s house, for when you didn’t pack for an unplanned ‘sleepover’.

Steve still felt comfortable in it though at least. Even if he was late with the chaos of tearing his bedroom apart. “I swear my laundry machine eats my-“

Steve stopped as you gestured smiling apologetically down at your shirt... and at your pants. And when you looked over at Robin, Steve followed your trail. Watching her cheerily wave, before he realised what she was wearing too.

He fell back on his feet, an amused smile on his face. “Oh. That’s where all my clothes went.” He bemused, unable to even sound chiding.

And even though you kissed his cheek in ‘apology’, you knew he loved the easy going and close friendships and relationships he had with you and Robin. And the others, because Eddie definitely stole that sports crop top from Steve after that party, because you remember chucking it out a window at him. You knew Steve loved his little family, even if you punked him sometimes like this.

“Well I’m eventually gonna give it back.” You rolled your eyes dramatically, pulling on ‘his’ sweater sweetly, as Robin called out “I’m not!”

Steve only wrapped his arm around your neck, kissing the shell of your ear. “It’s fine. It looks better on you than it does me. Although Robin could use a little help.”

“Dingus!” Robin called out, letting her middle finger stretch far.

Steve only retuned his half heartedly, before shaking his head at both of you. Getting his attention drawn back as your fingers graced his toned chest. “Just don’t get any badge holes in it Stevie. They look awful in that sweater.”

#Steve Harrington/reader #Steve Harrington fluff #Robin Buckley & reader #platonic stobin #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington drabble #Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #stranger things #platonic stobin & reader #Eddie Munson & reader #Eddie Munson #ask #anon #1.5k

479 notes · View notes