#i dunno if you've noticed this but i REALLY like lists

[carolmunson]

almost fell into that hole in your life.

orange colored sky set list.

older!modern!eddie x thirties!reader summary: ficlet. you haven't been acting like yourself these days and eddie notices. unfortunately for you, eddie can't help but wanna make you feel better. tw: implied depressed reader, alcohol mention. implied praise kink if you squint really hard? still 18+ tho! songspiration: black balloon | the goo goo dolls

Eddie doesn't like it when things are too quiet, it makes him hear the static in his brain -- gets too aware. He can hear his eyes blink, the sound of his breath, so when you've been clammed up on the couch all night on your phone he can't help but start to make noise.

"Babe," he says from the kitchen, "Do you want me to make quesadillas or something? I have some shredded chicken I wanted to use up."

"Hm," you respond. He barely hears it, padding his way over in his 'house slides' that you like to tease him about. Such an old man.

"I was thinking quesadillas and I can make some margs, would you like that?" he asks, standing at the end of the couch. The way you're laying on your side, eyes glazed over, is enough to let him know that you haven't heard a word he's said for the last hour. Just scrolling with with a glassy look, numbing yourself ten times over.

"Peach," he says, albiet little sharply, "Are you listening to me?"

"Hmm, no way, that's wild," you respond, a zombie in his midst -- replying just to reply, to fake like you're hearing him. Eddie bites his tongue and then his cheeks to sting the frustration out.

"Hey," he says again, ringed hand reaching down to squeeze your chenille blanket covered thigh, "You hearin' me?"

You finally look up and see his face and the world around you comes into view. In your trance, the world outside had become night, the TV was off, you weren't even sure how much time had passed since you plopped yourself under Eddie's blanket on the sectional in his livingroom.

"Yeah," you squeak out, heart racing because you can tell he's disappointed, "Y-yeah I'm hearing you."

"Then what did I just say, huh?" he doesn't sound mad, or accusatory. Worse, he sounds disheartened. And even worse of worse, he sounds worried.

"Um...it was about um, you were asking about food," you try to answer confidently, and you know it was food adjacent, but you aren't sure.

"Do you want me to make quesadillas?" he asks again, "I have some chicken I wanna use up and I got all the stuff for 'em."

"Yeah," you nod, "Yeah that sounds nice."

"You wanna come help me?" he asks, "I can make us some drinks while we work."

"Uh," you start, that familiar pull tugging in your chest -- laying down feels good, getting lost back in your phone will feel better. It's so comfortable to hide under his chenille blanket and tune out. It feels better like that.

"Please?" You hesitate again, but you're not fast enough to redirect Eddie's attention, and it's then that he catches it in your eyes. The ache. He comes around the the front of the couch to sit in the divot of your thighs and chest, hand moving from your thigh to your shoulder. "What's goin' on?" his low voice twangs at your chest.

"Nothing," you urge, but your voice is too high and so are your eye brows. He doesn't believe you for a second.

"I don't like when you lie to me, peach," he confesses, "Don't lie to me, please."

"Psh, okay dad," you tease, trying to lighten the mood while you get up.

"I'm not kidding with you," Eddie's timbre keeps you in place, "I'm not playing around, babe. What's goin' on with you? You've been -- y'know -- you've been really I dunno -- inward this week. I'm missin' you."

"I'm okay," you urge again, but now you're too quiet. You don't mean it. He raises his brows and blinks at you in disbelief.

"I promise, I'm okay," you continue, "I'll be okay. It's fine. I'm fine."

"You're not making a great case for yourself." "Well then it's a good thing I'm not a lawyer," you joke again. He doesn't buy it.

"You're sad, baby," he tells you, reaching up to hold your cheek in his palm, "Why can't you just tell me? It's okay that you're sad."

"I'm not!" you try to say cheerily again, but the words get stuck in yout throat -- eyes stinging with wetness after hours of being open.

"I'm not sad," you say breathlessly, choking on the lie while a tear sneaks its way onto your lash line.

"Oh, sugar," he coos while you try to tread the water of your feelings -- flailing to keep your head above the pain in your chest.

"No, no, I'm okay -- I'm fine!" but you're starting to cry now and it kills him. Before you know it, he's made his way under the chenille blanket with you, nose to nose.

"Hey, hey, it's okay if you're not fine," he coaches you through your deep breaths while you try to guide yourself out of a full blown sob, "You can tell me. I'm here. I'm here, okay?"

"I'm sorry," your voice becoming a wraith of itself.

"Don't be sorry," he presses himself against you, enough so that you can feel the pressure of him and the pressure of the back of the couch on both sides, "Just talk to me."

"I don't..." you shrug, "I don't have anything to say."

"Just sad?" he asks, you feel an arm snake around you between your back and the the couch, pressing your chest to his. You nod, it feels pathetic, but you're cornered now and there's no use in arguing with someone who was born to win every argument he's ever had.

"Yeah," you mumble weakly, "Yeah, I'm sad. Think I'm more than sad."

He nods, his demeanor softening to something gentle -- heart reaching out to yours with caution like you'll run away, "Yeah, honey I can tell. You really haven't been actin' like yourself these days."

"I just don't wanna bother you," you confess, the brick coming off your chest, "I always get over it, I don't wanna like -- bum you out if it's not like...if it's not a big deal."

"I don't care if it's a big deal or a little deal," his heart bleeds for you while he speaks, "I don't care if you're gonna be over it in fiteen minutes. When you're hurtin' like this -- babe you gotta tell me. You gotta talk to me. Or else how're we gonna make this work?"

"It's just not important."

Eddie can tell that you mean it when you say it; he's never felt more frustrated with whoever convinced you that this was true.

"It's super important to me," he encourages, "Your shit is like, top of my list babe."

"Top of your list?" you crack a weak smile.

"You think the first person I think of when I wake up and the last person I think of when I go to sleep isn't on the top of my priority list?"

"Okay, well now you're doing to much, Ed," your face scrunches in the way that he loves, not letting you totally get out of his hold yet while you try to squirm away.

"Hey, look at me, before you get up," he cups your cheek again, gently, your eyes meeting his brown ones. Eddie leans in for a kiss, a soft reminder that he's not going anywhere anytime soon -- not that you'd want him to. Not with lips like that.

When you break away, his nose nuzzles yours, coasting up to press another gentle kiss on the center of your forehead. Long and intentional, warm enough to get you to close your eyes.

"It's gonna be okay," he assures, "It's okay if you're not, but -- I gotcha until you're feelin' better, hm?"

You nod, sniffling snottily and wiping your wet cheek.

"I am ordering us quesadillas," he whispers, stealing another kiss from you, "Because if you're going to rot on my couch, I'm gonna make you rot next to me."

"We're rotting!" you cheer half heartedly, pouting when he gets up to get his phone for take out. When he finishes, he holds his hand out and you sheepishly put your hand in his.

Eddie curls bounce when he shakes his head, "Peach, you know what I'm asking for."

"No," you frown, "I need it to rot."

"Peach...please?" it's more of a warning than a question, and you slide your phone into his hand. He doesn't check it, but he knows that if you don't have it 'locked away' in his sweats pocket for a while you'll just end up zoning out the same way you did before.

"Thanks, sugar," he smirks, "You're so good."

Your cheeks burn at the priase, rolling your eyes with a grin that cracks against your features, "Don't. We're not doing anything sexy."

"Yeah I know," he shrugs innocently, finding his way next to you again, "But when you smile like that, who am I to deny you a lil' somethin'?"

He dims the lights in the open space from the remote on the coffee table, settling in while you make yourself comfortable in his side. Eddie keeps you close on nights like this, when he knows you're on unsteady ground. You're still quiet, but the start of another Twilight Zone marathon keeps you more alert than before. With steady breaths you start to relax in what he'd deem a healthier way than before, and the quiet doesn't make his brain too fuzzy this time around. In the still of the living room and the hum of Rod Serlings voice, he feels you squeeze his hand -- a silent thank you. He doesn't think he could be any more in love.

#orange colored sky #older!eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #older!eddie munson x you #ocs!eddie #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie musnon #eddie munson fanfiction

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine helping Benn get away to see a 'friend'

Benn: *trying to slip off the ship during dinner for the third night in a row*

Shanks: *notices he's gone almost immediately* Where's Beck?

Lucky Roux: *counting the money Benn bribed him with to keep quiet* I dunno

Shanks: *Runs out on deck to find Benn trying to sneak over the side of the bot* Where we going?

Benn: we aren't going anywhere, I'm going to port by myself.

Shanks: You're leaving the crew! *Starts to tear up*

The crew: *piles out when they hear Shanks' caterwauling* You're leaving! Without even saying goodbye!

Benn: I'm just leaving for the night, not forever...*realizes no one is listening to him* oh my gods, FINE! Fine, I'm not going anywhere.

Crew: *cheers as they herd Benn back into the mess hall*

An hour later

Benn: *finally manages to claw his way out of the impromptu game night to take a breather out on deck*

You: *watches him lean on the railing, trying to light night cigarette* Need a light?

Benn: *jumps in surprise and drops his lighter into the bay* You scared the shit outta me!

You: *hands him your lighter and leans against the railing*, so why were you trying to sneak off?

Benn: what's it to you?

You: maybe I could help if you have a good reason.

Benn: I wanted to go see a friend I always hook up with when we make port here. She knows I'm a pirate, but not what crew I'm apart of.

You: and you don't want us to meet her? Are you shamed of us?

Benn: *no hesitation* very...Nah, nah, it's just she's a sweet gal and rather timid.

You: and you think she'll be scared off when she finds out you're the emotional support idiot to one of the four emperors?

Benn: yes...Wait, I'm no one's emotional support idiot.

You: In order to stop Shanks from pouting you had to let him curl up in your lap.

Benn: so?

You: You looked like you were burping him, like a baby, when he's a whole ass grown man.

Benn: *purses his lips because he knows you're right, so he elects not to respond*

You: Anyway, you want help sneaking out?

Benn: No offense rookie, but I don't think you can help me. They're a group of seasoned pirates, and you.... You've only been in this life for what? Three years?

You: You're forgetting that they're also just a bunch of dudes who are children at heart.

Benn: what are you getting at?

You: What I'm saying is sneaking out will cost you.

Benn: how much?

You: Take me shopping tomorrow and we'll find out.

The next night

Benn: There's no way this is gonna work.

You: Boys! Benn bought you some stuff! *Presents them with a 10,000 + piece Lego set of the Red Force (I'm making Legos cannon for a plot device), a dial set of Uta's newest album, and twenty barrels of booze*

The Crew: *move like a wave, taking up the gifts*

Shanks: What brought this on?

Benn: Just thought we could use a new activity for tonight, you've all been working so hard lately and all.

Thirty minutes later

The crew: *absorbed in sorting Lego pieces and reading the instruction manual*

Benn: *also absorbed*

You: *elbows him* aren't you trying to get laid?

Benn: but Legos.

You: You really gonna pick Legos over pussy?

Benn: but what if they finish it without me?

You: I'll make it have an accident, so they have to start all over. Now get out of here.

Benn: I can't believe that your plan worked.

You: yeah yeah, get outta here before they notice you're gone

Benn: You're the best *kisses your forehead and flings himself off the side of the ship*

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[pettydollie]

the list - m.s x reader

summary: matt saying "i love you" for the first time felt natural for him. but you don't say it back, causing matt to go to his best friend nate for help.

warnings/notes: cursing, lowercase intended, mostly dialogue this is rlly sloppy, matt & reader are in hs, NOT PROOF READ THIS LOWK SUCKS ASS wc: 1.1k

"nate. i fucked up." matt sprints over to his best friend's locker with his backpack slung over a shoulder. nate turns his head, raising a brow. "what happened?" he leans against the lockers while matt brushes his fingers through his hair anxiously. "me and yn went out last night. and-and it was really great! i guess i just got caught up in the moment 'nd shit, and i told her i loved her."

nate slaps matt's shoulder boyishly. "that's great!" he smiles toothily. matt shakes his finger in front of nate's face. "nono. she didn't say it back. she asked me to take her home." nate's face drops. he rubs his temples. "stupid kid- why would you say that??

"because i do! i.. i thought she loved me back so i said it." nate looks behind matt and sees you walking in their direction with your books in your arms. matt notices and turns around. he waves slowly with a small, hopeful smile on his face. your eyes widen as you clutch onto your books tighter. you turn around immediately, pink skirt flipping up slightly. matt lowers his hand in defeat while watching you hurry away.

the next day, matt walks in with a small bouquet of pretty pink and white flowers in search of you. luckily, he catches you walking out of a classroom, following you with the flowers. suddenly, he's tackled to the ground by none other than nate, his flowers spilling out onto the floor. "what the fuck? what're you- insane?" he slips out of nate's cage to pick up the flowers.

"i had to, don't you know what you're doing??" nate lets up, allowing matt to dust himself off. he scoffs, "yeah, there's something wrong with me and yn and i wanna find out what it is." nate snatches the flowers from his hands. "not by givin' her these!" he turns around, shoving the bouquet into a random guy's hands. "here." the boy takes them happily, smiling at nate before walking away.

"listen, matthew, i've been doing some thinking." he wraps an arm around his shoulders. "the problem with your relationship is: yn's got all the power now." matt raises his eyebrows and chuckles dryly. "what power?"

"the power you lose when you say 'i love you'."

matt snorts. "but i do. what's wrong with tellin' her?" nate smacks his forehead dramatically. "the longer you can go without saying those words, the more power you hold. it's in books, man."

matt's a gullible person. and besides, nate's his best friend. maybe he should listen to him. "well.. how do i get the power back?" nate folds his arms. "wait her out, let her come to you. listen, right now, she's making a list. the whipped list, of all the things she wants you to do in order for her to say it back. yknow, walks on the beach, going to build-a-bear, drinking from the same milkshake."

matt's mouth forms a small 'o' before grinning. "have you tried the chocolate brownie fudge from-"

"no! it's happening! i wantcha to wait her out. don't go near her. make your own list!"

matt huffs, standing up tall. "yeah like.. thrift stores and the hello kitty cafe!"

nate's jaw drops. "matthew!" matt sighs with a shrug. "i just want her to like my list." gosh, he's whipped.

the boys start heading to class, sitting down in their seats next to each other. "i mean, i dunno.. everyone has to get dumped at least one time, right? have you ever got dumped?" matt flicks his pencil in his fingers. nate smugly chuckles. "me? are you kiddin'? i'm nate."

you sit on your prettily made bed against the headboard, painting your toenails a coquettish baby pink. dumping matt was probably the hardest thing you've ever done (besides that one history exam last week). the chilly night breeze strolls in through your window causing you to shiver. you grab your cozy off-white robe next to you, quickly putting it on before standing up to shut the window.

but before you can begin walking over, a hand grips over the sill. you gasp, putting your hand over your mouth. a boy- your boy pulls himself up, sitting himself on the windowsill before climbing in, his feet landing on your carpet. "what are you doing here?" you ask nervously. matt stands awkwardly while looking for an excuse. his eyes land on his jean jacket hanging on your closet door. "my jacket." is all he says as he walks over to pull it off, laying it on his arm.

"fine, now go!" you rush. matt almost does leave, but he shakes his head before he can think. "no. there's one more thing." he drops his arm, holding his jacket in his hand while slowly stepping to you. "i don't have anything else of yours." you argue, fidgeting with a strand of your hair.

"yeah, you do. you have all my feelings about you. and i don't have any of yours! so everything i've ever thought about you, i want back." you don't understand what's coming out of his mouth. you understand the metaphor, of course, but what does he really want? "what're you talking about??"

"god, i thought i could tell you how i feel. and i opened up by telling you 'i love you', so what? it was the truth- it is the truth. and then you just blew me off! without telling me how you feel. i don't understand, n/n."

you groan, squeezing your fingers together frustratedly. "you're so blind! i'm scared." you admit. his eyes widen, pointing a finger to himself. "of me?" you shake your head. "no! of what you said. of the feelings."

matt's confused eyes soften, sitting down on your bed. you follow his actions, sitting down with him. "i know that you and i belong together." he whispers, grabbing ahold of your hand gently. he doesn't take his eyes off you as he speaks. "i've always been able to talk to you and make you laugh. and i've always- always wanted to take care of you." he plays with your fingers like they're the most precious things he's ever touched.

you suck in a breath. looking down at your hand in his, you feel safe. you feel ready. "i love you too." you smile softly in relief, finally being able to say it. matt grins, pulling up your hand to his mouth before kissing it sweetly. "i always hoped you would."

a/n: BLEHH THIS IS TRASH IM SORRY ILL EDIT LATER

tags <3 @stargirlsturniololover @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee @freshsturns @emma4eva @r6diosturns @matthasmywholeheart @donthugmeimhot @blahbel668 @joanofarcily

#𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸 #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader

[ddejavvu]

I have a request for an insecure reader. A fem reader pls and she's insecure about her 😺 so when Eddie tried to eat her out for the first time she's all shay and she's like "please, no" and he knows somethings wrong so he asks her about it and she tells him about her little insecurity so he comforts her by making her sit on his face and hes praising her the whole time

pls

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Eddie's barely had his dick out of your mouth for five seconds before he's hauling you up off of your knees by your forearms, plopping you onto the edge of his mattress.

"My turn," He grins devilishly, one of his lithe, calloused hands pushing gently against your chest. It lands you flat on your back, and he's standing between your thighs.

There's still cum on your cheek as you scramble upright, words stuck in your throat as panic claws at your chest. You catch him just as he reaches for the hemline of your panties, shaking your head fervently.

He's not sure why you're not speaking. You aren't either, to be fair. You suppose you'd be experiencing post-nut clarity, but it had been Eddie who had cum down your throat.

No, it's something different locking up your jaw and tensing up your thighs. Eddie peers up at you, concerned, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," The barrier breaks, but the words remain in your throat. You speak through the space they don't accompany, your voice soft, "Yeah, I'm fine, Eddie. All good."

"Good." A cautious smile slips over his face once more. and he dips to press a kiss to your inner thigh. He notices the muscles knotted tight in your leg, burrowing his nose there.

"Are you sure? You seem tense." He notes, smoothing a hand over the other thigh.

"I'm fine," Your legs tighten, closing around his head. You scoot backwards on the mattress, clearing him so that you can clamp them together, "I just don't think that's a good idea."

"Oh. Period?" Eddie guesses, and yet his hands remain on your calves like he wouldn't mind if the answer was yes. You shake your head, though you wish you'd had the reactivity to lie for your own sake.

"Just- just not a good idea. I don't really- well, do that."

Eddie's brows furrow, "Do what?"

Despite having Eddie's dick in your mouth only minutes prior, you're suddenly shy.

"I dunno," You huff, cheeks aflame, "Receive."

Eddie's face drops into realization, "You've never had anyone eat you out before?"

"Eddie," You gush, burying your face in your hands as you curl up against the headboard, "It's gross!"

"It's not gross," Eddie scoffs, sounding offended, "You just had my dick in your mouth!"

"No, I mean mine is gross." You cringe at the phrasing, but there's no better way to voice your insecurities that your pussy is lackluster.

Your legs are propped up by your chest, your back to the headboard. Eddie lunges for you, ignoring your indignant shriek when he pulls your knees apart.

"Don't listen to her," He croons, pressing a kiss, a kiss!, to your clothed core, "You're perfect."

Your fingers are knotted in Eddie's locks, ready to yank, when the feeling of his lips on you registers.

"You're pretty," He coos, lips brushing against the fabric of your panties while he lists attributes off to your clothed cunt, "You're sweet, you're the perfect size for me."

"Eddie," You breathe, but it's much less scathing than you want it to be. The feeling of him between your legs is electrifying, everything you've ever wanted, and everything you're too scared to let yourself have.

Next you feel his tongue, certain that it's darkening the fabric that it drags over as he licks a stripe up your slit. You shudder at the feeling of him pressing the tip into your clit, and you're not sure his saliva is the only thing wetting your underwear now.

"I won't if you don't want me to," He speaks to you now, not your throbbing cunt, "But for the record, I really, really want to."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one-shot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hc #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson dialogue #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fanfiction

[mrs-gucci]

Fireside

{ clyde logan x female reader }

anon

A fun sexy bonfire would be fun, maybe with some exhibitionism thrown in? With Flip or Clyde or anyone you think please! :D

warnings. SMUT (18+ ONLY), slight exhibitionism (high risk of being caught), oral sex (m recieving), light dirty talk, cum in mouth.

word count: 1.19k

★ written for sextember 2023 ★

** CLICKING “KEEP READING” MEANS YOU UNDERSTAND & ACKNOWLEDGE ALL OF THE WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE AND ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOUR CONTENT CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. MINORS DNI. **

collage by me :)

When Jimmy and Mellie extended an invitation to you for the Logan family annual camping trip, you were honored. You and Clyde have only been dating for about four months, but everyone agrees that you two have something really special.

So when the day rolls around, you and Clyde pack up the car and drive up to the campsite. Everyone's already there when you arrive, considering you two got a bit of a late start due to...special circumstances, aka you two being unable to keep your hands off each other.

Clyde insists on setting up the tent while you sit with the family and start getting to know everyone. It's immediately clear that you fit right in with everyone and soon enough, you've got some hot apple cider in-hand and you're cracking jokes with the group.

Soon the sky turns from blue to orange and the Logan boys begin building the campfire while everyone else gets things ready for dinner. Once it's cooked, the lively conversation continues well into the night, with plenty of laughs and stories shared between everyone.

Most of the family ends up back in their tents by ten, but you, Clyde, Jimmy and Mellie continue chatting for a bit longer. For some reason, you're starting to get really touchy. Because you're looking at Clyde in the yellow glow of the fire and he's just looking so, so handsome...

He looks over at you when he seemingly catches onto your mood, offering you a small but knowing smile. The cool metal on his prosthetic hand comes to rest on your thigh as Mellie and Jimmy start to wind down for the night.

As soon as they're in their tents, you're leaning over and pulling him in for a kiss. He chuckles against your lips, flesh hand resting on the side of your face.

"What's up with ya tonight?" he asks when you pull back slightly to catch your breath. "Don't think I didn't notice your wanderin' eyes. now."

You smile, looking up at him. "I just think you look very handsome this evening."

"Handsome, huh?" His eyebrows raise slightly as he gives you another kiss. "'n that's all that's got you all riled up? You ain't thinkin' about anything else?"

Your smile widens to a not-so-subtle grin.

"I mean, I had a few other thoughts..." you hum, getting up and climbing onto his lap. "Like what we did this morning."

Clyde hums, his hand resting on your hip, stroking your clothed skin gently.

"Oh yeah? What've ya been thinkin' about in particular?"

You kiss him deeply, then let your lips fall to his jaw, then his neck and throat, mouthing and nipping gently along the way.

"Thought about how good your mouth felt on me, how fucking good you are at eating my pussy," you hum. "Aaaand I thought about how lucky I am that I'm the only one who gets to take your big, thick dick inside of me. Mm, and finally, I thought about how I never got to repay you for making me feel so good."

He lets out a shaky breath as you slide down onto your knees in front of him, hands smoothing over his thighs. Clyde looks around at the tents, then back down at you.

"Honey, I dunno if we s-should..."

You lean in and press a very gentle kiss to the forming bulge around his crotch, your warm breath wafting over his crotch. "I mean, I can stop if you want me to. But everyone's asleep, baby, and you know I can make it quick."

His nostrils flare and his jaw clenches slightly as he tries to keep himself mostly composed. He brings his hand around to cradle the back of your head, gently pushing you down, indicating that he'd like you to continue.

Your lips turn up in a small smirk as your hands make quick work of his pants, pushing them down enough to be able to pull his length out.

The air is starting to get a bit chilly, but the fire crackling behind you helps. You hum, wrapping your lips around his tip, teasing his head before sinking down further and beginning to suck him off. Clyde grunts softly, hips rocking up instinctively and fingers tightening slightly in your hair.

"Mmm, Christ," he groans quietly, looking down at you as you bob up and down on him. "Lookit you, my p-pretty girl, mm, makin' me feel fuckin' amazing..."

You smile around him, then begin to go a bit faster, earning you a low groan from above, which only spurs you on more. Clyde's having a very hard time keeping quiet and finds himself looking around every time he makes a noise, making sure he didn't clue any of his family in to what's going on.

There's something so nerve-wracking but incredibly thrilling about this, getting a blowjob out in the open, with some of his family members sleeping only a few hundred yards away. Luckily, deep sleeping runs in the Logan family, so he's pretty confident that no one will catch you two.

And there's also the fact that he's incredibly, incredibly close to orgasm and it's only been a couple minutes. You just really know how to push all the right buttons.

"Oh honey, i-if you keep this up, I ain't gonna last much longer," he breathes. "Mm, you're too fuckin' good at this."

You pull off for a second and replace your mouth with your hand, looking up at him as you briefly catch your breath.

"You can move, baby," you breathe. "Use my mouth, I want you to cum."

Clyde growls softly and holds your head firmly in place as his hips begin to thrust up into your mouth. He loves when you let him take control, he loves that you trust him enough to let him do this.

"I'm gonna cum," he says quickly, breathing heavily through his nose, lips pursed as he frantically pushes you down and thrusts up at the same time. "Ohhhh I'm gonna cu--"

His orgasm suddenly hits and he lets out a long, low groan, hips jerking slightly with each spurt of cum. He makes sure you take every last drop you've earned from him before letting you go, leaning back in his chair to catch his breath for a moment.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and catch your breath before standing up again. Clyde quickly tucks himself away, then pulls you onto his lap again, kissing you deeply, sighing at the taste of his cum lingering in your mouth.

"Fuck, darlin', you're incredible," he says in between kisses. "I...I love ya."

Your eyes widen and you pull back, looking down at him. That's the first time he's ever said it to you. You smile widely, then take his face in your hands, thumb swiping across his cheekbone.

"I love you too Clyde."

He grins from ear to ear, then kisses you again, continuing to do so for a few minutes before the two of you put out the fire and head back to your tent.

****

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[gasolineghuleh]

I love how you write Mary 😭 i've even looked for that damn list. May I ask for 13 & 14 for Mary please 😭

Yeah!!

“Makes me want to wreck you.” “You’ve never even touched yourself?”

"Wait so like, you've never even touched yourself?" Mary asks, pushing himself up onto one elbow and looking at you across the small gap between the hotel beds. The two of you drew the short straw and, as part of the tour for his band, are sharing rooms at every hotel on the route. The rest of the band is sequestered happily in their own rooms, likely asleep by now.

"What- I mean-," you splutter, finally finding an answer. "Of COURSE I fuckin' touch myself, I just- it's not a big thing for me. I dunno, I guess I'm bad at it," you finish lamely, shrugging and taking a sip from your water bottle before leaning and putting it back on the nightstand. The small motion makes your shirt ride up, exposing the hem of your panties to Mary, who notices immediately, eyes growing wider.

"Maybe you oughta show me what you're doing." Mary takes his own drink, his eyes focused directly over the overly branded red and silver can. "I can uh. I can teach you what to do." There's a peek of white as he bites his own lip, suddenly nervous.

Mary-- the loud mouthed singer. Nervous.

"I guess I just..." You unfold the covers slowly, slipping your hand into your panties and quickly finding your clit with your middle finger. Mary sits up quickly, his pale face pinkening quickly as he watches you. His eyes are blown, massive pupils tracking your every move as his breath picks up. Of course you over exaggerate for Mary's sake, but it really does feel good...

So good, in fact that you might just-

"Ah!" you hiss, biting your lower lip and allowing your finger to slide inside of yourself. Your eyes slip closed as your head tilts back, your hand moving of it's own accord until you lift your other hand to bring it to your clit.

"Oh shit," you hear Mary breathe from his sudden position in front of you. When you open your eyes and find his, he's standing in front of you between the beds, the soda can still in his hands. Your finger hits your clit perfectly and you fall back onto the bed, closing your eyes and giving yourself over to giving him a show.

The bed dips behind you and Mary's there, gently sliding behind you and pulling your upper body onto his lap, his eyes never leaving your panties where your hands disappear. You sigh and groan when his hand slides down your arm to your breast, his fingers gently caressing over your hardened nipple, a quiet question on his fingertips.

"Please," you goad him on breathily, the sounds from your hands getting louder between the two of you.

"Makes me want to wreck you so bad, baby girl," he breathes out, pinching your nipple in the perfect moment that you find the spot inside of you that makes you see stars. You cum hard, your eyes flying open and locking with his in the same moment.

"Then fuck me," is your only response through your gasps and moans.

Mary leans forward, and your lips meet.

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[lexinympho]

Reader who deflects compliments

Kuroo, Suna, Kunimi, Himekawa & Bokuto x gn!reader

Tags/Warnings: Fluff (this whole thing is very soft ngl), a bit of angst, established relationship in the first 3 parts, kinda insecure reader, halfway proofread lol

A/N: Not me prematurely posting another fic😩This is my first time ever doing a headcanon list with multiple characters, so forgive me for this one being pretty rusty and excessively lengthy. Take a shot everytime you see the words "compliment", "praise", and "comment" lol

Kuroo

Tetsuro took every chance he could to throw compliments your way, not necessarily because you're his s/o, but complimenting you is something he finds joy in (your reactions are something he lives for). And since he loves doing it, it didn't take him very long to notice what kind of compliments you have trouble accepting, particularly ones that praise any effort you've put into something. If he commented on your hair, you'd deflect by saying you didn't do much to warrant a comment. If he said he loved how you decorated the room, you'd respond by saying you could've done more. If he even says you did a good job cleaning the dishes, you'll just say you wish you didn't take so long.

He tried to chalk it up to you simply not being used to compliments pertaining to your hard work, but couldn't keep doing so after a while of you repeatedly doubting yourself.

Things came to a head when he watched you work tirelessly on an art project for 2 weeks. It was a big project, one that he's had to pull you away from on numerous occasions so you'd take a break; he knew how much effort you were putting into it not just for a good grade, but for your personal expectations as well. When he commented positively on the art project as its due date nears, he wasn't the least bit surprised when you turned to him apprehensively.

"Um," your eyes flickered back and forth between him and the artwork as you fiddled with your fingers, "are you sure? Not that I don't believe you, but I'm not finished with it, so-"

"[Y/N], it really looks good. If anything, it looks like you're pretty much finished with it."

"...But I feel like this part-"

"I'm serious." He cut you off with a pinch to your side to rid you of any tension, then said with an easy smile, "You only have so much time to work on it more anyways."

You didn't look entirely convinced, but you went along and said, "Yeah, I guess."

He finally decided to speak up as he sat beside you, "Why do you do that anyways?"

"Hm?" You looked back to see him fixating you with a small frown, then asked somewhat cautiously to avoid upsetting him, "Do what?"

"Deflect."

"...I dunno." You broke eye contact to stare at your creation and conjure an answer he'd be satisfied with, "I guess I just feel like I need to earn it or something..."

"You don't feel like you deserve a positive critique? That pains me y'know, here I am wanting to inflate your ego and yet here you are doubting your own boyfriend-"

You forced yourself to stifle a smile at his dramatic flair, "I'm sorry, but-"

"Do you really believe you have to work for any praise from me?"

"No, I mean, yes, well-"

"Don't hurt yourself."

"Shut up!" You managed to get out with the laugh he pulled from you. "It's just...weird to explain, and hard to understand."

"Try me~"

Internally thankful for him diminishing any unease you had left in you, you clasped your hands together as you began, "It's honestly not that big of a deal, I'm just so used to putting in the work to hear feedback or get a clap on the shoulder. So when I don't do as much as I would or as efficiently as I'd hope, it's unfamiliar territory hearing someone praise me regardless."

"So," he spoke from his reclined position, "you're basically not used to receiving compliments you haven't worked for?"

"I guess?" You awkwardly toyed with your fingers and added with an airy laugh as you looked back to Tetsuro, "That makes it seem like I can't handle being called attractive."

He adjusted his posture so he could lean towards you to pull your chair closer, then proceeding to lean his head on your shoulder. Wearing a contemplative but committed smile, he concluded, "Guess I'll have to flatter you so much that you're used to it."

You playfully pushed at him until he wrapped his mile long arms around your torso. You give up by that point and say "Isn't it bad to flatter? You don't want me to get used to it anyways, I might develop an ego."

He burrowed his permanent bedhead into your neck and countered, "There's nothing wrong with a bit of confidence."

"Mhm, famous last words."

He chuckled before he tightened his hold around you and looked up to meet your eyes, "I'm serious. I'll make sure you can't find it in yourself to doubt...yourself. That came out weird, but you understand, I'd rather you feel like you achieved something instead of getting frustrated with trying to meet expectations. Just do as much as you want without worrying whether or not someone will judge your efforts, your evaluation of your work always comes first and matters the most. And if you really feel like you wanted to do more, then work on it. But do it for yourself."

You wanted to say something in response to his insightful monologue, but he genuinely left you speechless. It's been a long time since someone made you feel like they weren't telling you 'it's okay for you to not do your best', 'you're only human', or 'it's not that serious', only for you to feel like you were underperforming or doing the bare minimum. Perhaps it was Tetsuro's sincerity that made his words stick in your brain much stronger than anyone else's, because you know he'd never sugar coat his words to make you feel better. He's the bona fide embodiment of honesty.

He seemed satisfied irregardless of your lack of response, "And remember that."

"...Tetsu?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

"No problem." His face changed in little to no time after saying that. "Actually..." he trailed off mischievously.

"Wha--pfft!" You desperately tried and failed to push his hands away from you.

"You owe me the rest of the night now that you're finished with your project."

"I--hehehe--I'm not done-"

"It looks pretty done to me babe!"

As jubilant giggles bubbled from your chest due to his wandering fingers tickling your sides, you felt yourself believing that you'd eventually drop your bad habit with his help. You wanted to get better at taking his (and everyone else's) compliments, and he wanted you to feel good about receiving them, so there's no reason for your combined endeavors to not pay off.

It unquestionably took some time for you to get into a different mindset concerning your work ethic, but you eventually found yourself doubting your efforts less and less, not giving in to your past habit of comparing them to his compliments. It's gotten to a point where you'd confidently say you're enough to deserve his praise and affection without having to prove yourself in some way.

And Tetsuro can say with certainty he'd never grow tired of reminding you of that singular fact every moment he could.

Suna

Rintarou could only feel an odd sense of nostalgia, amusement, and the slightest bit of irritation after you made a degrading comment about your academic prowess. He invaded your study session and playfully complained about you ignoring him for your studies, which led to you saying something along the lines of, "Well I wouldn't have to study so much if I wasn't so dumb lol." That in turn prompted him to throw you on your bed and call you a polymath, something you had to look up the definition for since he wouldn't tell you.

"I'm not a polymath, that sounds so extra."

"It's a perfect description! 'A person of wide-ranging knowledge and learning' describes you to a T."

"You only picked that word because I'm cramming."

"Not gonna lie, I kinda did. But it's not extra."

"I'm not that smart-"

"Are you calling me a liar?" The question was a serious one, but the tone he used to ask it was anything but.

Your befuddled brain had trouble comprehending that however and sent you into a flurry of words (if they can be called that), "N-No but-"

"Then take the compliment, you're a genius who's cramming like crazy for a test they want to do well on." He said while delivering a heartfelt thump to your forehead with a straight face.

You waved his hand away to rub at your forehead and retort, "Geniuses don't cram. And 'polymath'? Of all words?"

A smile finally broke through, irrespective of your usual difficulty accepting his words as the truth, and he said, "No need to be modest~"

You stubbornly remained silent as you went back to your phone.

Anyone who didn't know you well would easily pass off your reaction to compliments as excessive modesty with how good you are at discreetly rebuffing their words of praise. It's a good thing Rintarou knows you well enough to understand that your 'excessive modesty' is more so you not knowing how to accept praise without seeing the downside to their words. In fact, your self-deprecating nature only truly comes out when you're alone with him, something you'd offhandedly disclosed when you assumed he wasn't listening. Not that it needed to be verbalized, he came to the conclusion on his own after some time, long before dropping the 'best friend' label between you two.

He'd normally grow frustrated from repeatedly dealing with someone else's internal issues or bad habits; having known you for so long though, he could never muster the energy to stay mad at you or blow up in your face. Especially since, as you said, you can't quite help the pavlovian responses after using them for years.

You've thankfully gotten better at not contradicting any approbation that comes your way, only stumbling on occasion when a simple 'thank you' isn't at the forefront of your mind. And though you refrain from making it a constant occurence, you show in your own ways your gratefulness for Rin's help getting you to this point. Some may think his practical nature clashes with the need for reassurance or stability, but you think that down-to-earth approach is needed.

That aforementioned gratefulness is currently being demonstrated, in your opinion, by allowing him to interrupt your study time for a cuddling session (he argued he was doing you a favor).

"What're you thinking about?" Rintarou mumbled from his place on your torso.

You put your phone down to acknowledge him, "How much you have to deal with me when-"

"I don't deal with you, I love you." His head shot up as he said that with a stern look.

"-when I get in my moods."

He laid his head back down, "Well you're doing better now, yeah?"

"Yeah, I am," you said sincerely. A blanket of serene silence settled as you ran your fingers through his hair, only to be lifted when you asked lowly, "You really think I'll do a good job on that test?"

"You're a literal brainiac, you'll be fine."

"That doesn't guarantee anything, math isn't my strong point."

He looked back up, "I think the fact that you've been locked up in your dorm room surrounded by any and all studying material and hardly replied to my texts until I broke in says you're going to pass."

Though said in jest, you feel sentimentality settle in your heart after his elongated response as you say, "Wow, you must really love me, huh?"

"You have no idea."

Some part of you takes that to heart, knowing that he truly does love you more than you could hope to comprehend. Considering how swift he is in tackling your deep-rooted insecurities and uplifting your self-esteem, you'd say his everlasting support is a testament to how fathomless his love is.

Love won't get you a passing grade on your math exam though. One look at the time had you pushing at his shoulders and saying, "Rin, get up, it's been 30 minutes."

He squeezed tighter and burrowed his face in your stomach, "You said an hour-"

"You said an hour, and I didn't agree to that-"

Kunimi

Akira is well aware of what backhanded compliments are, all too often being on the receiving end of them himself, and sometimes dishing similar comments out to others who rub him the wrong way. So when he sees you've changed your hairstyle and pulled on a jacket before the day was remotely halfway over with, he knew it probably had to do with what your classmate said earlier. She attempted to pass her comments off as genuine praise, but you and Akira were never fond of how she liked using insults disguised as compliments to get under everyone's skin. Her saying, "You should wear ponytails more often," seemed innocent enough until she tacked on, "you wear your hair down too much if you ask me." And as for the shirt, "What made you decide to dress up today?"

That one is self-explanatory.

Akira is now left sitting on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone and wondering how to approach you about what happened. Although he makes it a point to not force you into speaking your heart out, you do tend to keep mishaps to yourself (in your own words, "I don't like dumping my issues on you.") Of course he had an in-depth conversation with you about doing that, going so far to say he wouldn't mind even if you talked his ears off, something he knows isn't likely considering how little you actually speak for long periods of time. But during the few moments where you did, you mentioned once, and only once, how you had trouble taking compliments seriously because you'd oftentimes hear backhanded ones from your own family.

That gave him context as to why you used to fixate him with certain looks whenever he said something nice about you, and he never made a huge deal out of your reactions. He understood where you were coming from because you opened up and spoke to him, in spite of your previous fears of him dismissing you due to the mien of indifference he exudes around others.

Right now however, you're doing the opposite, and he's quite frankly confused.

He lazily pulled himself off the couch and travelled to the kitchen to say something (he's not sure what to say to be perfectly honest). He watched you for a bit as you flipped grilled cheese sandwiches in a pan before he stated nonchalantly, "You changed your shirt."

"I just wanted to change into something more comfortable." You answered effortlessly without looking away from the task at hand.

Good excuse. He'd call you out on it, but the fact that you're giving an excuse in the first place tells him he should proceed with caution. He leaned on the counter, listening to the sizzle of butter against the surface of the pan, and contemplates his next move. He feels pretty enervated right now, he probably doesn't have to bring up the university girl, you two could just relax for the rest of the day. Lie in bed with the grilled cheese sandwiches and watch a corny movie to poke fun at, and maybe finally have a talk later on or tomorrow, whenever you seem more open to the possibility-

That's just more trouble, he thought to himself. The statement sounds a bit mean in his head, but he knows he wouldn't be able to completely unwind with you if his mind is stuck on this. More important than that however is you being avoidant of the topic, worrying him more than he'd like to admit.

With a soft inhale, he starts-

"It's something how someone I don't care for, let alone hardly know, can affect me like that," you randomly say as you remove the sandwiches from the pan once they've reached an optimal crispness.

-only to let out a breath when you speak first.

You glanced back when you add, "I figured I might as well say something since I could feel you psyching yourself up."

He pursed his lips and returned with, "I wasn't 'psyching myself up'. Just thinking if I needed to start or if you wanted to." It's not until after hearing what you said when he realizes another thing that bothered you, probably more than the comments themself: the idea of someone who's not close to you managing to hit you where it hurts definitely isn't one that's easy to come to grips with.

"It's nothing any different from the usual, just me paying too much attention to the negatives." You finally turn the stove off and turn to look at him with a tentative expression, "I know what's her face was being kind of sarcastic, but another girl came up to me later and said my ponytail was cute. I could tell she was being legit, so that made me feel a little better I guess."

"It was cute." Akira said honestly.

Your heart fluttered from the comment and spread a sensation of fuzziness throughout you. The fuzziness, however, waged war with the dubiety that was bound to arise after today's events. "You think so?"

He grabbed your hand to pull you closer and say, "I know so."

"Even though I rarely wear it?"

"You know it doesn't bother me how much you wear your hair down. You're the one with the cold ears."

A small laugh rumbled out of you, but you still found yourself asking, "What about the shirt?"

The smirk he suddenly donned warned you of his incoming tease when he answered, "It's nice and all, but you should really start wearing mine more-"

"I'm wearing one of your shirts right now you overgrown sloth."

"I meant out and about, like to uni-"

"Aki!" You protested, but knew you truly had no real difficulty going along with his request, it's mostly a matter of privacy.

"Really though," he pulled you in for a hug, "however you dress should be up to you. Some blonde background character in the back of class definitely doesn't have the authority to judge you, got it?"

"'Blonde background character'..."

"Neither of us remember her name, admit it."

You silently pulled away to grab your plate of grilled cheese sandwiches before saying, "Let's eat these before they get cold."

He light-heartedly rolled his eyes but followed you to the bedroom as he said, "You should wear your ponytail tomorrow just to piss her off."

"Shut up." You laughed him off but didn't feel all that opposed to the idea.

Himekawa

Aoi would be lying if he told himself he didn't develop some kind of interest for you when you took up the managerial position of the team; he is lying by pushing aside the fact that his interest actually started from your time together in class. He invariably observes you any time you're in the same vicinity as him, feeling revitalized from the sound of your voice reverberating around the gym, while managing to turn his head away at the speed of sound when you nearly catch his eyes on you. His fellow teammates are all too aware of the effect you have on the freshly turned 2nd year, especially the former 3rd years who visit on occasion, but it's not as though he's been fervently hiding his growing adoration for you. He oft gets called out whenever he seems to be waiting for you to come back from one of your duties, somehow being the one to walk you home when the rest of the team trickles down throughout the endeavor, and when he's bringing you up in conversation much more than intended.

To make a long story short, his year and a half of knowing you gave him ample time to espy a perplexing mannerism of yours that only makes itself known when you hear any laudation about yourself. It's nothing remarkably alarming, but you tend to boomerang compliments. You're not necessarily unaccepting of the compliment as far as he can see, but you aren't directly accepting it either.

Normally, he wouldn't pry about things unless they needed to be pried about; you don't appear to be outwardly denying any of your positives at least. But the earnestness that lights your eyes up tends to flicker when you receive praise, and he feels that in of itself warranted him confronting you about the topic. Which brings his attention back to right now, where he's currently walking you home without the habitual bustle of the team to accompany the stillness of night. After internally giving himself a pep talk, he decided the best time to strike up a discussion was now. He waited for you to finish your recount of today's practice match to look ahead and speak, "Hey, I've been wondering about something."

"Hm?" You purely responded, none the wiser about what he planned to ask, yet acutely aware of his fidgety state when you glanced at him in acknowledgement.

The curly haired male stumbled his way through his question as he picked at his bag strap, "Um...why do you always...throw compliments back at someone when they give you one?" He quickly added with a frenzied wave of his free hand, "N-Not that you have to tell me, it's just, you kind of look like you aren't comfortable, and you never really acknowledge-"

"It's fine, Aoi," you stopped his rambling with a verbal reassurance and leisurely smile. "I didn't think anyone would figure there was something wrong so long as I responded in kind with my own comment."

He didn't think there was something intrinsically wrong with what you were doing, but you went on to answer his question anyway. "I just don't want to come off as hubristic or arrogant, y'know?"

That makes sense. "But I don't think anyone would see you as such if you simply thank them. You're really modest and generally nice to everyone on the team."

"You'd be surprised," you said lowly, promptly taking on a despondent demeanor and looking away from him.

"Ah." Though your answer was short, it held quite a lot of weight and helped him paint a more comprehensive picture of why you react the way you do to praise.

His brief response gave you a certain impression and elicited you to say, "Sorry I'm being such a downer right now."

He stopped walking and lightly grabbed your arm to evoke you into doing the same, "You're not being a downer."

His small action coupled with the equanimous tone he used pulled your gaze back to his resolute expression. He continued, "I don't know about anyone else, but the team and I never compliment you thinking that it'd inflate your ego, we just genuinely appreciate how much you do for us and we want you to know that."

His words of encouragement lifted your spirits, but one small concern still plagued your mind, "I think the problem is that I don't know what exactly to say in response. I feel like 'thank you' isn't enough, but saying anything more might seem pretentious. And then I kind of get stuck trying to choose one or the other, but I end up saying something back instead. It's easier than saying nothing."

He gave a hum of rumination and started back walking as he said, "I think saying 'thank you' is more effective than you think."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he said confidently. "If it really bothers you that you can't think of a follow up, I'm sure most people would understand if that's all you can say."

You then asked fretfully as you're not quite convinced, "What if they expect me to say something back?"

"Then formulate a compliment when you're ready to give them one." He's surprising himself with how smoothly he's generating these answers. Perhaps it's the switched roles of him being the one who knows what he wants to say for once, or the subject matter pertaining to a personal matter of yours. Either way, he seemed to help you deduced from your outlook appearing more enthusiastic and satisfied.

"Okay," you said at the sight of your house just a few feet away. "I guess this is it for now."

"Yeah..." He really didn't want to go, but like you said, it's only temporary. Had he taken his line of sight away from the streetlamp on the side, he would've noticed your shared hesitance to end the conversation. Though he supposes he probably felt it in the unanticipated hug you pulled him into, feeling himself go red in the face from your affectionate side that all too often makes itself known around him.

He hovered an arm over your shoulders, not quite sure if he should reciprocate, this hug somehow feels more intimate than the quick ones you give him back at school.

"Thank you." You spoke faintly into his team jacket.

"Oh, uh, no problem! I mean, I really didn't do much-"

"You did, more than you think," you finished with a brief tightening of you arms before letting go.

He lost his chance to hug you back, but the beaming smile you sent his way when you pulled back somehow made him forget about his second long disappointment. Your infectious exuberance made a smile of his own grow on his face as he waved and said, "See you tomorrow!"

"You too!" You yelled as you walked backwards and waved back.

As he turned around to find his way back to his own home, he thought back to the small exchange just now and realized you already got off to a good start with accepting compliments by thanking him so simply.

He also realized he likes hearing your wholehearted "thank you"s more than your rushed and forced returns of praise.

Bokuto

"You don't have to say that, Kou."

The partially grey haired boy tilted his head much like an owl at your statement from his seat across from you, subconsciously slackening his hold on his pencil at you once again shooting his compliment down like a fighter jet. "What do you mean 'I don't have to say it', it's true."

You seemed conflicted but still smiled as you ignored your homework on the table in front of you to elaborate, "I'm saying that you don't have to say all these things to make me feel better or-"

"And like I said, I say these things because they're true!" If his tone wasn't an indicator of his growing exasperation, his puffed out cheeks certainly were. It's no secret he has a huge crush on you, well, it's no secret to everyone except you. It's not as though he's tried to hide his fondness of you however, he takes any opportunity he can to hang around you and and his heart jumps for joy when you give him the time of day. The only bad thing he has to admit to himself is how you can't seem to take him seriously, at least not in the way he wants you to.

"You're just being nice!"

"Gah!" The young man looked as though you'd just ripped his soul out with those four words. He dramatically dropped his head to the table and mumbled in a melancholic tone, "It's just like Akaashi said..."

"W-What did he say?" Nothing bad I hope.

"He said you've probably been ignoring my compliments because you think I'm being nice." Though his face is hidden, you can imagine he bears a strong resemblance to a puppy who just lost their favorite toy. He fervidly tried to ignore his friend's words, no matter how true they seem to ring at the time. Akaashi even went on to explain why he thought that was the case, every single one of his points ranging from you laughing Koutarou off to you occasionally saying he's exaggerating, all of which just served to set off alarms in Koutarou's head. That's actually what led him to run for the hills and find you to have a spontaneous study session in the library (disguised as an interrogation of the sorts).

"Oh. Is that...not the case?" Now you feel quite dumb for making assumptions.

Hearing your tone change, Koutarou lifted his head just enough to see the questioning face you give him, and decided to take the reigns of this conversation by saying, "Depends. Why do you think I'm just being nice to you?"

You cringed at the whole you dug for yourself, knowing he wasn't going to let this slide, and diffidently answered, "Well, y'know...it's you-"

He sat upright in a flash, "Is there something wrong with me!?"

"No, no," you shushed him as a reminder of the location you're currently in, "there's nothing wrong with you at all."

"Oh, okay."

You saw a imaginary glow of pride appear around him after you said that and internally laughed, but you had to pull yourself out of the sweet moment to clarify, "You're a really positive guy, so much so that...I have to wonder how much of what you say is genuine or out of courtesy."

The glow died down, "Oh." Only to return in a different form when he perked up determinedly, "But I wouldn't lie to you about something I compliment you over, really."

"But you compliment me about everything!" You inwardly flinched at your loss of control over your volume, but continued, "Kou, it's fine and all to compliment me, but you even have something nice to say about my flaws. It's one thing if it's debatable whether or not it's really a flaw, but me accidentally wearing mismatched socks to school isn't something you compliment."

"But they were cute-"

"See? You're doing it again," you pointed strongly.

"But I can't help it when-" I like you! He nearly finished his sentence but closed his mouth before he said something he wasn't quite ready to put out there.

"When what?" You're seriously wondering what he's trying to say and why he stopped himself from saying it.

"...When I care for you." He spoke a bit embarrassedly as he pouted to the side, something that noticeably caught you off guard. "I only compliment you so much because you deserve it. Like when you fixed your hair up, or when you submitted that artwork for the club application-"

"Oh God, don't remind me of that atrocity."

"I really liked it!" He passionately added as he shook his fists in front of himself, "And when you helped me with tutoring! Half of this stuff I could hardly understand without your help." He most definitely would've kept going on had you not put a hand up to stop him from doing so.

His words struck a chord in you and made you think for a few seconds about what he just said. Mayhaps the one thing that kept you from totally dismissing his compliments were how specific they tend to be, as he'd just exemplified, proof that he wasn't pulling all of this out of his ass and just being nice. You felt an innocent warmth tickle at your cheeks, but paid no mind to it, "You really think my tutoring helped?"

He finally spoke happily at the first sign of you taking his words in, "I know it did, Akaashi even said so. Even though I kind of got us off track from what's in front of us," he finished with a laugh.

Laughing along with him, "We should have plenty of time to finish this."

"Oh, do you have the macarons you mentioned earlier?" He excitedly peeked to your back beside you.

"After we finish."

He obliged innocently, not even aware of the oncoming compliment, "Okay, you know I can't help myself, they're so good~"

They're not all that. You nearly let that slip out before stopping yourself, not wanting to contradict his reassuring words already, and also knowing he'd never fib about food of all things. Thinking back to his words however makes you dwell on what he was going to say earlier before changing his answer.

An 'I like you' is probably too unrealistic.

A sudden epiphany of everything he's ever said and done had your mind blanking on you when it quite literally shone a light on a plausible yet unbelievable theory. A glance at him revealed he'd been staring at you the whole time you zoned out, the sight making your heart skip a beat as you asked nervously, "Sorry, did you say something?"

He shook his head and looked down to his paper in giddiness, "Nope."

It got hotter under your button-up, your brain struggling to comprehend that you're heavily blushing right now and doing a poor job of hiding it.

You thought to yourself as you turned to your own paper and fanned yourself, I'm fucked.

A/N: Thank you for reading this hot mess. I wish I didn't take so long with this because I've been talking about it for a few days now, but it was good practice writing about multiple characters at one like this (that and practice for writing headcanon lists of this type).

©lexinympho 2022, please do not edit or repost my works anywhere on this platform or another

#haikyuu x reader #hq x y/n #haikyū x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #kuroo x reader #suna x reader #himekawa x reader #kunimi x reader #bokuto x reader #«lexi's writing» #kuroo tetsuro x y/n #suna rintaro x y/n #himekawa aoi x y/n #kunimi akira x y/n #bokuto koutaro x y/n #kuroo fluff #suna fluff #kunimi fluff #bokuto fluff #himekawa fluff

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

Back with another chapter that actually gave me such a headache to edit, you have no idea how much I cut from this. Mostly filler here, nothing terribly important, just buildup.

[Psst, @itsberrydreemurstuff, I saved you a seat :) I dunno if this is what a taglist is supposed to look like, but now you've got a front row ticket]

(Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3)

Now, on with the show!

Word Count: 1,754

You wake up and immediately regret it when a headache hits you like a dump truck. You make no move to sit up just yet, debating on whether or not you really need to go to work today. Your stuffy nose and sore throat certainly aren’t helping your argument. 

As usual, the pep-talk does absolutely nothing, but you find yourself sitting up anyways, wincing at the jolt that runs through your spine at the movement. You ignore it and hobble to the kitchen cabinet on legs too weak to stand. 

O-kay, maybe this wasn’t just a light cold.

It’s fine, you tell yourself, leaning on the countertop and squinting at the labels on pill bottles before finding what you need. It’s all fine. I’ll just get some meds and head out. 

You heat up a glass of milk and mix in a dollop of butter and honey before downing it, feeling the swelling in your throat start to go down. Some Tylenol and cough medicine helps combat whatever’s attacking your immune system for the time being. You stuff the meds in your bag, along with tissues and another book that you pray Moon won’t destroy and an extra pair of work clothes, just in case. You throw in your laptop at the last second, and head out the door, driving over to the plex.

You slide your badge over the scanner, clocking in and heading straight for the Daycare. The mental countdown begins.

You head straight for the desk after bidding a good morning to a room seemingly devoid of its Attendant. You doubt they aren’t here, though. They’re probably around somewhere hanging from the rafters or disinfecting the play structure for the umpteenth time. Sun does it often. (You’d offered to leave him something to do after hours once, when you were starting out. He did not appreciate the gesture, accusing you of prying into his business and reminding you to mind your own.) The faint jingle of bells gives him away. They both tended to dismiss your greetings and attempts at conversation without response. That was okay though. You’d been told before that you were sometimes a bit too much oblivious as to when the right time to converse was.

You set your bag down beside you and pull out your laptop. You had to send an email to management about yesterday, not to mention the request for maintenance on the Daycare Attendant. You’d noticed they moved more stiffly as of late. Maybe a joint problem? You did have the qualifications to work on them yourself, but they didn’t seem to like that idea last time. You’d worked on other animatronics before, though. Mostly STAFFbots who didn’t have the time for Parts & Service, but also that one time when Monty’s endo bugged out. He’d nearly killed you after you replaced it and booted him up, making it adamantly clear that you would do better to get someone more qualified to do it should it happen again, which was fair enough, considering that you didn’t have too much experience in the field. You briefly recall the bruises on your arms when he’d grabbed you.

Right, the list. Email management, request maintenance…you consider calling your brother during lunch, let him know he might have to pick you up if you get worse. You decide against it. He has enough on his plate, he shouldn't have to worry about you. Besides, you could survive the day. It was a little cold, that’s all, it would pass and you’d be fine. You could take nap time off for lunch if it got that bad. You hadn’t exactly eaten much the last few days, and the worst Moon could do is take your stuff.

You start typing up your report, leaving out little bits of interaction with the Attendants and instead focusing on the children. As usual, the kids were all tended to without issue and the Daycare was spick and span, wholly worthy of its five-star review. It was fine. All fine. You finish, eying the word count and praying that Management would care to read at least a quarter of it before hitting send and pulling up a separate email.

Having submitted the most pressing issues, you close your laptop and stretch. Welp. Might as well see what else there is to do. You walk through the open space, spotting no messes thanks to Sun’s obsessive cleaning. You peered into the arts and crafts bin, noting the dwindling piles of materials. You’d need to order more. Now that you thought about it, the cleaning supplies would probably need to be replenished as well with how frequently your coworkers ran through them. 

Restocking aside, you move on, making a mental to-do list as you go. You might as well bring a few more children’s books while you were at it, you were more than willing to donate yours from your youth. And you’d have to take out that sewing kit of yours, the stuffies and pillows were starting to wear down and rip again. Maybe you’d do well to buy new ones…

You mull through everything you’d have to take stock of, leaning against the wall and duly noting the pain that lingered in your legs. Nothing to worry about, you’d go home if you were actually hurt. Sun was lurking around here somewhere, it wouldn’t do well to be so dramatic over nothing when you had a job to do. You push yourself off the wall and stand back up, straightening your legs to keep your footing even. You could make it a couple hours, you would see this through.

You check the clock again. 20 minutes until opening. You wrack your brain for something else to do, reluctantly grabbing a binder of one of the taller shelves and returning to the desk. It was high time you reviewed the schedule for the month. Not the most entertaining task, but you’d learned that work wasn’t supposed to be fun. 

You open it up and skim the contents briefly. Meal plans, activities, compacted schedules…that one made you raise a brow. Apparently a field trip was to be held some time later this month to see the GlamRock’s performance. And since Sun couldn’t leave the Daycare, and you were required to be present…

You inhale and shut your eyes for a moment, half-aware of your hands gesturing in the ‘bruh’ meme fashion before raking through your hair.

Fantastic. Wonderful. You’d be chaperoning with Moon. Peachy.

You want to find the nearest ditch to crawl into and die in.

No matter. It would be fine. He’d probably be too focused on the children to torment you. 

(You knew that wouldn’t stop him. He wasn’t like Sun, who ignored you entirely-he’d find a way to make you suffer.)

You shake off the knot beginning to form in your stomach and snap the binder shut, placing it back in its spot. Your vision blurs for a moment before you for the two sets of jungle gyms back into one and rub your eyes. There’s a knock on the door, marking the official start of the day.

“I’ll get it!” you call out to the supposedly empty daycare, hearing no reply. You push the doors open and greet a woman with two kids hot on her heels. They take off with screeches of laughter while you jot down the information their mother tells you with a smile and a nod.

The daycare starts filling up as the minutes tick by, and Sun finally makes his appearance, looking just as bright and cheerful as ever. Soon, the kids are all whisked off to whatever catches their fancy. A couple of them decide to stick with you today, and you’re sucked into a game of doctor. You’re not the best with kids, but you make do, citing your illness of randomly bursting into song at any given moment with no known cure. You count it off as a success when they break into fits of laughter at each iconic reference you perform, complete with dramatic poses and memorized lyrics for each request you’re given (though you make sure it’s G-rated first, of course).

You have Hakuna Matata (among several others) floating around in your head throughout snack time, but it’s a small price to pay. While the tots munch on apple slices and pretzel sticks (that you consider but refrain from eating), you eye Sun warily. 

He was usually up and about before your shift even started. His absence, while not entirely unwelcome, was somewhat concerning considering his track record of perfect attendance on functionality.

After gathering your non-existent confidence, you muster up the ability to turn to him fully and ask, “Hey, Sun? Are you okay?”

His eyes ‘blink’ as he tilts his faceplate to stare at you quizzically. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?”

You glance away, a bit unnerved at the blank optics burning holes into you. Your conviction wavers. “I dunno,” you shrug after a second. “You weren’t around earlier, I got worried.”

He regards you coldly. “Well, Y/N, our whereabouts do not concern you…unless you’re admitting to requiring supervision?” 

The question is innocent, but a sharp edge lies beneath it. There always is.  And yyyep, there goes that confidence, completely dissipating. Your cheeks burn with indignance and embarrassment. “Nevermind…” So much for worrying about your fellow coworker. You feel that headache coming back on, you don’t want to make it worse. You take your leave after the children finish, continuing your games with a little less vigor.

Naptime rolls around and you’re almost as tuckered out as the kids. That lingering back pain from earlier has returned full force. You rub your shoulder blades and leave it at that, subtly limping over to the desk as the lights cut.

 You steal a glance at Moon, with one of the twins in his lap watching him read to the excited children that were quick to grow drowsy. You liked seeing him like this, a stark contrast between his typical snarky and sometimes malicious attitude directed at you. You kept watching as he changed his voice to match the characters, much to his audience’s delight. Mean as they were to you, they really were incredible with children. You lower your gaze back to the desk before he notices you staring. You find yourself yawning, more tired than usual. You slowly slip from consciousness, breathing evening out as you rest your head in your arms, falling into a light slumber.

Aaaand that's a wrap! I dunno when I'll put the 5th part out cuz I dunno how to complete Chapter 6, but hopefully I'll figure it out. MC is a little under the weather here, hope that won't be of any consequence later on...

#sorry to bother #don't mind me #fnaf moon x reader #moondrop x reader #fnaf moon x y/n #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf sun x y/n #sundrop x reader #i really hope i didn't misspell anythin... #Where the Stars Don’t Shine

[malevolentcast]

Hello hello! It is I, once again! (sorry, you can't escape my novel length asks)

1) Apologies beforehand, this is gonna be a more wordy one than usual! At the start of the show you worked a lot of RPG things into aspects of the show and I know you don't really do that anymore but I'm curious if there are any aspects of Arthur's character building from Season 1 that still gets used in current seasons? I know John's death visions whenever Arthur touches a dead body has had a big effect on portions of the story (and their relationship) But I was curious about some of the smaller things like John noticing details that would've otherwise been missed. Or the fact that the other ability option would've been for Arthur to be able to lie better and not be as easily manipulated, do either of those characteristics (or in some cases Arthur not gaining those latter listed traits) still play into his character despite there not being audible queues in the show for when specific abilities were used? Or do you decide what should be noticed and when Arthur should be able to lie/be manipulated based purely on situation and story beats for what would work best? 2) I don't really expect an answer but….I am so curious what choosing "Spare" would have looked like in the "Kill/Spare" Larson poll. Considering the one Arthur went on to kill wasn't even Larson. Would it have ended his desire right then and there? Or would it have just gone dormant. Or would it have been Arthur stopping and realizing what he was doing was a mistake, like he mentioned, knowing what he was doing was wrong and that, given time, he could've been talked out of it. 3) So we know you get your sounds from a sound bank, I assume you do a lot of sound mixing/combining to get certain sounds just right. I'm wondering, what has been your favorite sound/sound you're proudest of mixing and what was your least favorite/hardest? 4) What is something you've learned from creating Malevolent that you hadn't expected? (whether that be fandom based interactions or new methods for doing things that you didn't know before?) And finally, I wanted to say thanks for the Patreon letter from the boys, it was lovely!! I'm so thankful to be part of the Patreon and this fandom. :) It's really helped me feel more creatively inspired for the first time in a while!

Yep they play into it but only when I'm writing. They've helped define the character(s)

He wouldn't have hit rock bottom and their relationship would be much more tumultuous then it is now

Early on the boat episode where the monster rips the dude in half... lately... I dunno. Probably a character in Part 30

That people enjoy my stuff. You're welcome!

[thereaderinsertlady]

If the slot on the 2nd hasn’t already been taken (cuz it’s my birthday hehe), I’d love to request some Escargoon x Reader fluff if possible? :3 💕

Maybe something to do with matching Halloween costumes? I think that’d be cute idea but I’d be happy with anything you wanna write 🎃

Ofc if the 2nd is taken then any day is OK! 👉🏻👈🏻💕

Habby birfday!! I always enjoy writing for goonie :3 Here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

Escargoon x Reader - Regalia

You stared at the piece of paper on the desk in front of you, twirling the pencil around in thought. After a while, you sighed. "I don't know what I want to be for Halloween."

"You don't know what to be?" Escargoon peered over your shoulder, causing you to immediately blush.

“Escargoon!” You sat up straighter, clearing your throat shortly after. “I… didn’t hear you come in…” 

Usually, he’d knock on your room to let you know that it was him instead of anyone else in the castle, but you must’ve not heard him, too deep in thought in the moment…

Escargoon chuckled, his slimy body wriggling in amusement. "I noticed…” He studied the paper you had been writing on. “So, you’re struggling with… costume ideas?”

"...Yeah, it seems so. I just can't decide on a costume this year…”

Escargoon tapped a finger against his chin, deep in thought... "Well, you could always go for something classic, like a ghost or a vampire. They never go out of style."

“You really could imagine me as a ghost?” You seemed amused. “Or as a vampire?”

“Sure! I think ya could pull it off.” 

“Ah-huh…” You looked back at the list of costumes on the paper. “I dunno… What did you come in here for, anyways?”

“What, I can’t come in here to see my favorite person?” He… then sighed. “But uhm. I was… unsure what costume to wear too.”

You raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You too, Escargoon? I didn't expect that."

He shifted uncomfortably, a hint of pink coloring his cheeks. "Well, yeah. It's not like I go around wearing costumes every day, you know, nor do I celebrate Halloween often.”

“Why are you celebrating this year, then?” You tilted your head curiously.

“King Dedede wants us all to dress up,” he grumbled, folding his arms. “I think it’s silly to dress up… for most people!” He added quickly, realizing that you often celebrated Halloween.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “If you say so…” You took a moment to think– before quickly coming up with an idea. “You know,” you began, “we can dress up as something together.”

“Like a couples costume?”

“Yeah, like a… a…” You blushed a little. Things were a little uncertain between you and him, a little unofficial, so the term couples caught you off guard. “L-Like a couples costumes.”

Escargoon hummed thoughtfully, not bothered by the term at all. “What should we go as?”

“...Good question.” You slowly pouted. After a moment, you glanced around the room, trying to grate some sort of inspiration. Though, in the end, you came up blank. “I dunno…”

He sighed dramatically. “Seems like we’ll need some assistance…”

“And who would we get assistance from?” You smiled weakly. 

Turns out, that would be the first person you and him would come across in the castle halls– Meta Knight. He gave you both an inquisitive look, looking at you two like you were the biggest morons. 

“And… you can’t settle on a costume idea?”

Escargoon groaned. “No, we can’t.”

Meta Knight couldn't help but hide a small smile. "Well, it's fortunate that you've come to me for advice. I've had my share of experience with costumes."

“You? Costumes?” You gave him a long look, glancing at Escargoon– who seemed just as surprised.

Meta Knight nodded slowly. "Considering your dynamic, I believe a theme that reflects teamwork and camaraderie would be appropriate. How about knights in shining armor?"

“...Knights?” Escargoon snorted.

You slowly lowered your bottom lip into a pout before actually considering it. “Well… it isn’t too bad of an idea. One of us could be the knight, and one of us could be a princess.”

“Why can’t we both be knights?”

“Because it wouldn’t be a couples costume if we were both the same thing!” You gave him a playful smile. “Besides, I’d like to see you in a dress.”

“You want me to be the princess?!”

Meta Knight looked between you and Escargoon, rolling his eyes. “Hope you two come to a decision,” he said, his cape flapping to the invisible wind as he took his que to leave. 

You watched him turn the corner before turning back towards Escargoon with a smirk. “Yes, I think you should be the princess.”

“Why can’t you be the princess?” He whined, his shoulders sinking. “I don’t want to wear a dress…”

“C’mon, you’ll be cute!” You put on your best set of puppy eyes. “Please…?”

He gave you a long look, inspecting your expression closely. After a solid ten seconds, he groaned loudly. “Fine, fine… I’ll be the stupid princess.”

You made a cheerful noise. “We should get started on finding our costumes,” you said… before pouting. “I’m not entirely sure where I’m supposed to find a set of armor that’ll fit me.”

“Looks like your shining armor is gunna be shining spray-painted cardboard,” he joked, slithering back towards your room and expecting you to follow.

You trailed behind him, staring at the floor and thinking… “What color dress should you wear?”

“I.” He grunted, heat rising to his cheeks. “I don’t know… What color seems the most flattering on me? As you can tell, I don’t wear clothes often.”

You hummed, looking him up and down. “Maybe red?”

“Red?” He scrunched up his face. “That’s such a bold color! I don’t think I can pull off red.”

“I think you can pull off any color you’d like,” you teased, causing him to groan once more.

“You’re lucky I’m willing to put on a dress for you,” he grumbled, keeping his arms crossed and moving a bit faster. 

You chuckled, appreciating his willingness to go along with the idea. "You'll look absolutely stunning, Escargoon, no matter what color you choose."

“...Ya really think so?”

You gave a firm nod. “Of course!”

He seemed to soften at your words. Conversation flowed smoothly after that, bouncing between other topics than costumes. Once you were back at your room, you began planning out costume designs with him and where you were going to find the materials. Though, all in all, you were just glad to be spending time with Escargoon.

#reader insert #'quest tober #escargoon #escargoon x reader #halloween #this is so cuuuuute #kirby #meta knight

[hecatemoon87]

A Modern James Delaney Story

Chapter Ten - master list

"A costume party? But it's...June," Tala said, looking down at James' phone on the table. She was idly chewing on her straw to the smoothie that she was drinking.

James sat opposite of her, drinking a black coffee. "Yeah, I know. If you haven't noticed, rich people are strange, Tala," he said, picking up his phone and returning it to his pocket.

"I dunno, this is like, a public thing, isn't it?" she said, then started sucking her straw and making that really annoying sound when there's just that small bit at the bottom, but the straw isn't catching it.

James cringed and pulled away the mostly empty plastic cup from her. "Hey! There's some left," she said, trying to grab it back.

"I'll buy you another one," James said, standing up and tossing the cup into the waste bin, Then returning to his seat.

"Rude," Tala said, pouting.

"Why do you care if it's a public event? And stop saying thing, use an object or a noun. You're a bloody journalist for Christ sakes," James said, picking up his coffee and taking a drink.

"Yes, Mr. Delaney, I'll try to use good English," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Tala," James groaned, wanting her to answer just one of his questions directly for once.

"Look, we've been in this café for just thirty minutes and at least ten people have glanced over here, noticing that the richest man in Canada is in a smoothie shop with some random native girl," she said.

"So? Why are you embarrassed by that?" he asked.

"Huh? No, I'm not embarrassed, I thought...maybe you'd be," she said, wishing she had her empty cup to fiddle with.

"No, I'm not. I'm with a beautiful and intelligent woman, who, yes, at times, frustrates me to no end, but nonetheless a woman who I wish to spend most of my time with," he said.

"I'm shy," she said, suddenly and looked away from him.

"Shy?" James said, laughing. But when she glared at him he stopped. "Sorry...well, elaborate, I don't see you as a shy person."

"At the charity thing, I mean...ball," she said correcting herself when James narrowed his eyes at her. "They took a lot of pictures of you. And at the beach themed party, they did the same. I like my personal life, I don't want my picture taken a thousand times and be in gossip magazines," she said.

"I understand. But, Tala, if you're going to be with me, that's going to happen," he said.

"I know, I'm just...I'm nervous about it," she said. "Also, I'm the first native girl you've dated, the press will have a field day. I can read the headlines now: Delany Family Fucks Over The People of Nootka Sound, And Now James Delaney Fucks Nootka Sound Woman," she said, in an official news person voice.

"If any newspaper does that, I'll burn the place to the ground," James said in a very serious voice, making Tala believe he would do just that.

"What are you dressing up as?" she asked.

"Well, it's a Period costume party. I had a costume created around the time period of 1814. I had my tailor fashion something from an image of my great, great, great grandfather, James Delaney the First," he said.

"James Delaney the First? And what does that make you?"

"The Second," he said.

"And am I to play Pocahontas to your John Smith?" she said, folding her arms.

"What? No, you don't have to dress like that. I'm not asking you to come because of...I just wanted you to come with me, look, I'm sorry, forget I...." James said, stumbling over his words.

She secretly smiled to herself as James stammered and groveled, she liked keeping him on his toes.

"Okay, I'll go and I want to wear my traditional clothing," she said.

"Oh, but I thought..."

"You offended me? Not entirely. The thing that actually offends me is that you still haven't freaking told people that you're part Nuu-chah-nulth," she said, kicking from under the table.

"Ow," he said, wincing and rubbing his leg. "Tala, I told you..."

"Yeah, yeah, save it, Delaney," she said, standing up from the table. He looked up at her confused. Tala thought he looked terribly adorable, like a little boy, only wanting to please her.

"Well, let's go, this thing is in a few days isn't it?"

James nodded and stood up. They walked out to his black jaguar and they got inside. James started the engine and looked over at her. "Um, where are we going?"

"My grandparents' home, I need to get my stuff," she said.

"Wait...you want me to come? Tala, are you sure? It's just been two weeks," he said, meaning the time they had dated.

Tala leaned forward and hit the app for GPS. She put in the address and sat back in the comfortable leather seat. "Just drive, James."

#tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fan fic #james delaney #james delaney au

[pochapal]

The Duality of Self you've noticed in Umineko's characters is pretty interesting! Do you think you could put the characters and what Dualities you've identified in a separate post? I dunno, I think it'd be nice to have them all in one place

sure! i'll list them here for now but i'll also be sure to try and work it into the next writeup whenever i get to it.

so some of the self dualities i've noticed so far are as follows:

-shannon/sayo. probably the most evident self duality given that this girl almost explicitly has two literal selves with different wants, motivations, and emotional responses. shannon is the complicit coping mechanism that lets her endure the horrors, sayo is the repressed outraged true maelstrom of emotions that represents the genuine depths of her desperation.

-george the adult/george the kid. george's main Deal is that he is trying so badly to emulate and assimilate into the Good Businessman Adult role model imposed on him by society and his family. the problem with that of course is that it's a total falsehood mask that does nothing but hurt him when all george really wants to do is have fun and follow his heart in a similar manner to battler.

-natsuhi/ushiromiya natsuhi. natsuhi wants so badly to strive for a hypothetical ushiromiya ideal that she feels she can never reach and because of this despite the fact she's overall pretty good at what she does she denies herself the validation of her identity. rather than realising that ushiromiya natsuhi is literally just the same as regular natsuhi she separates the two and places herself under a burden that is only eased when someone higher up in the hierarchy (kinzo) validates her existence.

-jessica/the ushiromiya heir. jessica fares better than most when it comes to knowing who she is and what she wants but she's equally trapped by the expectation that the rest of her life will be dictated by her being someone she's not. the tension here is that every part of her will never be a true ushiromiya successor and i think she struggles a little with the fact that she Cannot accept herself becoming a person everyone demands that she becomes.

-kanon the human/kanon the furniture. less of an internal struggle because it's pretty clear that motivation wise kanon is not operating out of pure service to kinzo and the household. however, despite all his bitterness and scheming, what is interesting is that kanon only thinks of himself as kanon, his servant's name. he acts in deeply human ways, but he never connects with his more human self.

-maria/witch!maria. not sure what to call this but maria clearly experiences a total shift in expression/self-perception when she gets to enter the world of beatrice and magic. the emulation of what she imagines beatrice to be like is almost a 180 to the version of maria that exists outside this context. even battler remarks on a couple occasions that it's like maria "becomes a completely different person".

-rosa. i don't have a neat name for rosa's dichotomy but there's this definite tension where i think on some level rosa genuinely tries to live up to the Good Aunt And Mother image she projects for everybody to see but her true emotional core, as damaged and spiteful as it is, cannot help but continue to hurt and abuse maria. she pretends to be competent but she's still the weak doormat of the ushiromiya siblings. she can't be who she wants other people to think she is.

-hideyoshi. minor one but hideyoshi's put-upon accent as part of a very deliberate crafting of a facade that doesn't reflect his genuine self when entering into the world of business. his falsehood doesn't extend that far because he's unable to accept a western style of living, so his front will always only ever be shallow.

-nearly all the ushiromiya siblings have their inner child rule their psyche and take over during the conference. decades old power dynamics come to light, and the true messed up part of the argument is that it's essentially a bunch of wounded children scheming to sabotage each other because the damage was never able to heal.

-final one that's not really a dichotomy of self because it's not intrinsic and is also way more than a duality is beatrice. beatrice is a name that is applied to a million and one entities. the ghost story of rokkenjima. the concocted backstory of kinzo's wealth. a war bond. a wealthy sponsor from a bygone age. the golden witch. maria's fantasy. the person sowing the seeds for murder. beatrice as a concept is expressed through so many contradictory facets that it's impossible to draw a clear throughline of what the True Beatrice looks like, if such a person can be said to even exist, or "exist".

#umineko #umineko liveblog #anonymous #from my count literally over half the cast has expressed this contradiction/duality of selfhood #which. yeah. makes me think i'm onto something here with this haha

[awakenedmaiden]

@ranshoehub okay you're getting my list this way because putting it all in replies to your post would be inconvenient. I am only briefly mentioning things though so I'll give you more on whatever you're interested in.

First off, like you said, you already have a kitsune but on the subject of foxes there's also the Kuda-gitsune (what Tsukasa is, a pipefox). Also similar to that is an Izuna, quite similar to a kuda-gitsune but they act as familiars to a magicky person. Then there's Myobu who are foxes of good fortune that often guard shrines. Usually they're statues but within Touhou statues coming to live ain't exactly uncommon.

Then there's kodama. Kodama aren't really a specific look (though I quite like how they were in Princess Mononoke) but they're tree spirits that come from particularly long lived trees. They're also the namesake for a particular type of bullet train so I just thought that was a neat detail to share.

Kamaitachi are basically little weasel youkai (their name means sickle weasel) who run around and give you a cut on a leg. They also sometimes are depicted doing something that kinda resembles sonic spindashing.

A Mujina is kind of like a kitsune or a Tanuki. Being a somewhat mischevious shapeshifting animal. A mujina, however, is a badger youkai (best animal). Well a Japanese Badger which is called an anaguma and is not the same as a western badger. Though they are masters of disguises they tend to give themselves away because they like to sleep and when they do their tail pops out.

Kube-Kira-Uma are a horse spirit that doesn't have a head. Like a headless horseman but without the man part. They often are depicted acting as holiday steeds for gods or powerful youkai.

Raiju are some sort of thunder beast that bring storms with them. But what they actually look at varies greatly. Sometimes they're a dog, a fox, some sort of larger animal, a squirrel thing, I dunno art of them is real inconcistent. But they're some sorta funny storm making beast.

To go with the above there's the Qilin/Kirin/Girin. Which is a Chinese/Japanese/Korean Deer-Dragon (or sometimes a unicorn or a horse-dragon) that fights dragons and is often associated with storms. Their appearance traditionally is said to herald the birth or death of a great leader or philosopher. They're supposed to be very calm and serene but they will fuck you up. It's cool.

Kudan is a cow with a human face. When they're born they utter a prophecy and then immediately die. I can't find anything too interesting about them but they;re just too funny not to include.

Nekomata I'm mentioning just by virtue of them being one of the types of cat youaki that has not been a major character in Touhou.

A very modern (The 1980s) youkai is Jinmenken which are dogs with the face of humans. The stories about it are that you find it rooting around in your garbage, it notices that you've noticed it, then it looks up at you and sadly says "just leave me alone" and walks away.

Akaname comes into your house and drinks your bathwater. I gotta mention that guy cause he's gross.

Kotobuki is a chimera made up of all the animals of the Chinese zodiac.

Aosagibi is a bird that glows with ghost fire

Amenasu: A shape shifting animal but it's a big fish

Amabiko: Three legged ape youkai that walks out of the sea to give prophecies

Furaribi: A like ... flying chicken fireball? Which floats around aimlessly.

Bitan: Aquatic cowfish

Furi: Flying otters that ride on the wind and are maybe a type of weird tanuki

#third eye closed ~ ooc #ranshoehub #The last few are just some honorable mentions I scribbled down quick notes on

[the-goblin-that-eats-your-taxes2]

TLDR: I've noticed things I should've before, and I made an important-ish choice. I also downloaded "Ensemble Stars!! Music" :D

Before you read the reaallllyyy long stuff, I downloaded Ensemble Stars!! Music if any fellow weeb(s)/nerd(s) wants my friend code. Just message me Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that a quarter or more of some friends of mine were toxic and that one didn't seem to like me much anymore, but it only seemed to sink in now towards the end of the year. Honestly, it should've sunken in earlier. It would've saved me from a lot of discomfort. Though I am glad I noticed it though. On another note, I've decided that from now on whenever I'm not with my family or people I've grown up around/really comfortable with (to all my irl friends on tumblr, dw, you fall under that list probably) I'm going to speak in either sign language, or with a writing utensil and paper. Yes this is something I didn't expect to do, but I've gotten to a point in life where I don't feel comfortable speaking vocally around people I don't trust. So in a way, I'm becoming Selectively Mute I suppose. Is this gonna be hard to do, yes, yes it will. Do I give a fuck? Hell nah. At least not yet. I've also noticed that sometimes when talking about certain foods I'll feel sick. Plus the fact that I'll eat too much in between meals where I'm not hungry, or when it's time to eat I won't feel hungry in the slightest until late at night.

My old habits are coming back too. I've started to stay up later and later on school nights like I did during the summer and covid, and I've stopped being kinda clingy. Whenever I cry, I've noticed that I'll say/mumble: "I don't like this..." or "I don't like feeling like this/this way..." This refers to the fact that I don't like how much I'm crying, and how I'm feeling. Examples like insecure, unwanted, etc. I don't like shaming myself, but in some situations it feels like the only thing I can do.

On the brightside, I did move to a different table away from my negative/toxic-like friends. I also have a saying/quote. "It doesn't matter if you knew me when I was younger, aka the old me. It matters if you've known me now, for a while and helped me through my darkest times. If you know me now, I'll trust you. If you knew just the old me, then I'm sorry, but I cannot trust you in the slightest, regardless if I've known you since we were young." -Me, 5-12-23.

Unholy shit that's a lotta words- Uhhh, if you've made it this far, then thanks for reading? I dunno. Have a nice day/evening/night/morning!

#rants and ramblings #real talk #rant post

[scoops404]

wanting advice how to write dnf because you're one of the first dnf writer I track down after reading and I want to write them but I'm struggling so much

First of all, thank you so much, that's such a compliment.

This is kind of a broad question, so I suppose it depends on what you're struggling with--plot, characterization, their voices, etc

What helps me the most is to re-listen to a DNF stream and just hear the absolutely insane things they say to each other. If I were you, I'd take like a thirty second snippet and transcribe it out so that you see the words on your document, and get a feel for their voices that way.

The other thing would be to kind of, I dunno, write out what types of things you've noticed about them (or what things you've seen people you trust/respect notice about them) and list those characteristics off. Like, George has a LOT of emotions, but he doesn't really talk about them much, he's an actions guy. Dream LOVES talking about his emotions. George has a hard time being serious, we know that's true even from what we've heard other ccs say about him. Dream is like painfully earnest in everything he does and he likes arguing and being right, and most of the time he is. But it's really funny when he's not (thinking of the Celsius vs Fahrenheit debate that went on way too long)

And then what I like to tell new writers, and what helped me a lot when I first started writing fanfiction, is to start small. Write something 1k and finish it. Then write something 5k and finish it. Be able to see the entire journey of finishing a story, even if it's small. And once you post something, and you see how encouraging people are, it will help build your confidence and you'll want to write more and you'll get even better. Starting a long multi chap work as your first DNF fic can be done, don't get me wrong, but the odds of losing steam/motivation/low readership because that's just how WIPs are--all those things can be overall demoralizing. No matter how amazing your story is.

Not sure if this is helpful at all or just me rambling. The good news is that this fandom is really kind to writers, so posting some snippets and your works on AO3 to twitter or tumblr will go a long way. And once you post a few, people will start to remember your name and want to read your new stuff.

Also, sorry I assumed you've never written fanfiction before, I think I got too broad in trying to answer your question, feel free to ask anything more specifically and I'll see if I can help.

#asks #on writing

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Thirteen

Sakanoshita Market

Pairing: Osamu x Fem!Reader

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A few days later, Osamu and Atsumu finally take you back to the casino after deeming it safe from other members. You meet with Kita at a private bar in the back of the casino on the first floor. He's just as you remember him when he talked to Aoi, quiet and respectful yet still has a bit of an intimidating look in his eyes. However, he seems quite harmless, especially considering Osamu brought you to him. But quite possibly your favorite part about Kita is that he explains way more to you than Osamu and Atsumu have.

The two brothers sit nearby listening but leave the two of you to talk. Kita opens up a piece of paper that looks more like a scroll to you that seems to show some kind of hierarchy.

"I sketched this quickly in the hopes that it'll help explain what I'm going to say. As you can see, it shows the hierarchy of different positions held in our syndicate." He then points to the bottom tier. "Down here there are multiple groups of children or kobun. Osamu and Atsumu are kobun and so are Suna and Aran who you've met before as well."

"Each group of kobun is supervised by a big brother or, kyodai. For example, I am one of these," he tells you as he points to the second tier. "Another kyodai you met is Daichi and one of his kobun is Asahi. Does this make sense?"

"I think so," you nod respectfully as you look at the third tier. "So who is your boss then?"

"The second in command or, waka gashira," he explains. "This was Kyoomi Sakusa up until recently after an incident."

"Did something happen to him?"

"No," he shakes his head, "but something happened to the supreme boss," he replies as he points to the fourth tier, the highest on the list, "Akira Sakusa."

"And am I right to assume that the two of them are related?" you question. "I mean, is that why you're explaining all of this to me?"

You notice in the corner of your eye how Osamu's back straightens up after you ask the question, but you ignore it.

"Yes," Kita nods. "Akira was murdered by the third in command. You may have seen me with him the other day when you were first here. He goes by the name Suguru Daisho."

"I remember that," you reply. "But, respectfully, what does that have to do with me? Do you plan on doing something that involves me?"

Once more, he nods. "My only plan is protecting the rightful heirs to the boss."

"Heirs?" you reiterate. "There's more than one?"

"Akira Sakusa was your biological father, Y/N. That means Kyoomi Sakusa is also your biological brother."

As he talks, your brain begins to spin. You never once met your father but this? Could this be why your mother never told you anything about him? You didn't really even think he mattered anymore, but now you're inheriting a freaking gang?!

"Our job is to get you and Kiyoomi to meet without alerting Daisho that we've found you. He's out for the two of you next as rightful heirs," he finally finishes, alerting the other two they can now join the conversation.

"Daisho won't be as easily fooled as Karasuno was the other day," Atsumu adds. "Daisho knows what you look like."

The group then begins to spitball ideas. 

"We could try disguising you as someone else..." Atsumu thinks aloud. "Or just keep up the pretense that you're our sister. Maybe dye your hair or somethin', I dunno."

"I think we should distract him. I'm guessing the reason we're going through all of this is because Daisho hardly ever leaves Kiyoomi's side, right?"

"Yes," Kita responds, "but how do you plan on distracting him?"

"By using Daichi's and his kobun as bait."

The three of them listen to your idea to hear you out. Then, once you finish, Osamu and Atsumu look to Kita for approval.

"It might work," he hums. "I say we'll give it a go."

"Then let's begin now," Atsumu chimes in. "I know where the Karasuno group usually hangs out. We can start phase one there."

ATSUMU'S P.O.V.

I head towards the front door of the casino after our discussion on the details of Y/N's plan, but when I hear my brother call out to me I turn around instead. I watch as he practically stomps over to me, Y/N following loyally behind him.

"Do you really agree with this plan?" Osamu grumbles.

"It's fine," I reply as I smile over at Y/N. "She's right, it'll get Daisho out of our way for us to see Sakusa."

"We're abandoning the plan the second she's in danger, okay?" he snaps back, ignoring everything I just said.

"Fine," I agree as I wave my hand in front of me to diffuse the tension, "but she'll be with you the whole time so if she's in danger it'll be your fault, not mine."

I then walk off with Y/N just behind me. It takes Osamu a second to think, but he joins up soon enough. The three of us then drive to Karasuno's hangout, a small convenience store in the middle of town.

"You two ready?" I ask, eyeing them in the rearview mirror. However, I only see Osamu sitting in the back. Y/N is already out of the car and has closed the door behind her. She better not get ahead of herself or we could be in serious trouble. It's a risky move to expose her to the others this early in time, after all.

I then notice my brother watching her waiting for us to join. "She'll be fine. She's more than capable of watching herself, you know. Besides, if you baby her too much she'll just end up pushin' ya away."

"It's our job to make sure she doesn't end up on the wrong end of a gun, 'Tsumu," he scoffs back as if I need reminding of what we're here for.

"I know that but we've gotta let her make her own decisions or she might just run towards said gun. She did just find out about her family," I whisper.

"Yeah," he nods as he looks over at me. I can still see the sting of regret in his eyes. None of this was supposed to happen this way. We were going to take Daisho out before Y/N found out anything. 'Samu was so looking forward to taking her out on a real date... "I know, let's just get this over with already."

The two of us step out of the car and walk around to the curb where Y/N is waiting. I take a deep breath and mentally prepare myself to carry the team on this whole operation.

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