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inf3ct3dd · 4 months

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streamer!ellie pt.2

summary: i hated the other one of this that i made, so REMAKE TIEM!!!

warnings: miiinor sexual content, shit talking, gay people 😒

authors note: heheheh ples don’t flop this time..

- during her faceless days, she opened up a po box so ppl could send her things, and she made an amazon wishlist and she unboxed stuff on stream 😍😍

- one day she was unboxing a giant box of cat toys. string, those little feather stick things, even that weird automatic flapping fish thing (that she secretly loves and taped to her back one time)

- she was playing with this one toy that was a little fishing reel, and it had string and a little fish on the bottom. she went on and onnn about how shes a self proclaimed “fishing master” while garf chased it around, letting out little meows and growls of frustration.

- eventually, she lost her grip and let go of the pole. she bent down to pick it up, forgetting that her face would be in view. thus, the chat started blowing up.

ewwwbruh: FACE REVEAL

ewwife: EW WE CAN SEE UR FACE

ewwife: JUST THE SIDE BUT WE CAN SEE YOUU

ewssidechick: her nose looks so rideable…

- she got distracted petting garfield, and didn’t realize anything until she stood up. she was getting tagged over and over again on twitter, blurry pictures of her face (curtesy of the shitty webcam) circulating through her subreddit.

- “guys. im gonna erase this from ur memory…” and she literally held up this goofy ass hypnotizer pendelum and started fake hypnotizing everyone like “that never happenedddd” “you don’t know what i look likeeee” “that was fakeeee” “chat that was not reallll”

- and everyone literally js went along with it and pretended it never happened. like ppl were tweeting about it and everyone was like “huh??? what are u talking about bruh??”

- she did the same thing after falling off her rainbow unicorn scooter 😞

- one time she revealed that the “ew” in her username stood for her initials, and everyone was making the most horrendous guesses. elliam willace being the favorite one.

- “guys, my name is not edward wilson??? i am…not a man”

- shes gotten into so much drama…multiple notes app apologies have been issued via her instagram story.

- people would ask her opinions on other streamers, and she’d literally just be like “…i have no idea who that is.” and people would get so MADDDD but homegirl is literally just blatantly unaware

- or she would know , and would literally be like “they’re honestly super annoying and i would rather kill myself than watch them but whatever floats ur boat ig!”

- she played that “womp womp womp womppp” sound effect on her soundboard afterwards.

- SPEAKING OF. she abuses that soundboard sooo much. its so obnoxious and annoying like I SWEARRR!!! she’ll tell a horrible pun and play the crowd laughing and cheering sound effects while literally no one laughed.

“guys. whats the best way to watch a fly fishing tournament??”

“…live streaming.”

(crowd cheering sound effect)

“nooo thank you thank you, you’re all too kind, really!!”

- meanwhile chat was dead silent.

- every time she gets to choose her own name on a game its some dumb shit like "jizzmaster" or "chris fucker"

- “it appears you have entered innapropriate content.” “OHHH LOOK AT EPISODE LOOK AT THESE CORPORATE BIGWIGS TRYING TO CONTROL THE LITTLE MAN???”

- she just ended up naming him “chris phucker”

- like when she played episode on stream and made up really annoying voices for all the characters and made her character look like an elderly man, and made the love interest look like you 😍😍

- she messes up sm on games when she streams normally, but when you're there? she is LOCKED THE FUCK IN. sitting there so focused the entire time just to show off

- whenever she randomly goes silent she just starts SINGING. it's either nicki minaj or some fucking fnaf song

"IS THIS THE THANKS THAT I GET FOR PUTTING U BITCHES ON???"

- speaking of, her favorite fnaf song is def “stay calm” cuz she loves saying “hey kids. Nice to eat ya.”

- bought one of those "i paused my game to be here" tshirts…ironically. you refuse to let her wear it in public

- beefs w kids on fortnite sm... she has definitely gotten banned for saying she was gonna bomb a kids house or fuck their mom 😞

- every time she plays a game, she'll literally sit there and watch an 8 hour long video about the lore. she'll plop down on the couch and watch it like a movie

"did you know everyone actually thought that fnaf one took place in 1993, but it was actually 1992?"

- she definitely had you sit next to her when she played through fnaf because she was lowk scared the entire time whenever she heard you walking around the house while she was playing she'd hear footsteps in the hallway and be like. WHAT THE FUCKKK

-she'd have you right next to her, laying your head on her shoulder and messing with her free hand. if you fell asleep, she would be sitting there slapping her hand over her mouth whenever she gets jumpscared bc she doesn't want you to wake up 😞

- sometimes, while she streams , she plays one handed games and lets you sit and draw on her arm for fun. even got you a whole set of those skin markers so u could go ABSOLUTELY HAM. she got one drawing you did that said “r + e 4eva” tattooed in ur handwriting…such a sap

- she loves watching fan edits of herself...AND OF YOU. she'll be on her burner account with a whole collection on tiktok of edits of you.

ewwsbiggestfan: shes so bad i want her to hit me w her car...

- speaking of. imagine her using that account to make shitty capcut edits of you like

- shes ur biggest fan ongod

-WHILE WE’RE ON THE TOPIC OF “fans”…what if i made a completely new origin story for streamer!ellie and reader. what if they were both streamers….

- OKAY SO BASICALLY.

- you had started streaming about a year before ellie did. butttt, you two did very different types of streaming.

- you weren’t very into like, SERIOUS video games. sure, you played some stuff, like animal crossing and roblox and the sims, but nothing more than that.

- that wasn’t what you were streaming though.

- ever since you were younger, you had been wayyyy into…literature.

-by literature i mean fanfiction. heaps of it.

- actors, anime characters, BOOK CHARACTERS, you were in DEEP

- sometimes, for fun, you used to read them out loud in stupid voices. when you were alone, or with your friends, it was very entertaining

- that’s when you got the idea to start streaming it. if it could entertain your friends, and you, whos to say it wouldn’t entertain other people.

- well, it definitely did. in your first year, you hit 10k followers. people loved you. theyd make edits of you, send in requests of fics for you to read, everything.

- a while later, ellie started gaining more and more popularity. out of all the incomes of fame, fanfiction was the most. abundant!

- one day, you got a request to read an ellie x reader fic. at the time, you barely had any idea who she was, but you decided to just go with it 🤞🏽

- “who the fuck is elliam willace???”

- the fanfic was definitely very…graphic!

- “your hips rolled onto her thigh, her slender, tattooed hand palming at your waist. ‘you’re doing so good babe, fuck.’-“ “GUYS. ISN’T SHE NOT ON MUTE RIGHT NOW???”

- you couldn’t help but giggle the rest of the fic, feeling a nagging heat in your core. you didn’t even know who the girl was, but if this fic was accurate, someone would have to sedate you.

-“im actually. gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure. GUYS. who is this woman…is she real… if she is. things are about to get WICKED.”

- not very thankful to you at the moment, she was very real. apparently, you and her were streaming at the same time, and your followers raided her stream telling her she was reading about you. her curiosity was obviously piqued, and why would she NOT join the stream?

- creeperewman: im definitely real!

- the text on your screen literally made your stomach fall into your ass. you stood up and legit just walked out of the room, camera still on. was she there the whole time???

- creeperewman: aww 😞 where’d she go she’s so badddd

- you eventually returned after a minute of calming yourself down, and low and behold, she gifted you 100 subs and followed you on instagram.

- she was definitely very real!! and that fanfic was…lore accurate. to say the least 😊

- after you two started dating, the two of you would often show up on eachothers streams. ellie, teaching you how to play cod, and you, reading with her.

- she secretly loves reading the fics people write about her and making fun of them, and every time you stream with her shes “subtly” hinting that you should read about her

sitting there pulling on her collar, looking away like “gee, wonder who you’re gonna pick today” with the worst fake laugh ever.

- “ellie can barely ride a scooter, idk why she’s in the mafia rn…” “you fall off ONE TIME and all of a sudden you cant ride a scooter. bullshit.”

- she makes fun of all the dumb pet names like “babygirl” and “darling” and randomly calls you them and bursts out laughing

- you still read those fics when you’re bored sometimes. and ellie MERCILESSLY makes fun of you for it

“yknow, if you missed me that bad, you should’ve just told me.”

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schoenht · 4 months

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↳ if he wanted to, he would.

characters: ace trappola, lilia vanrouge, rollo flamme, silver, azul ashengrotto

synopsis: things that he does because he wants to or without being told to do so.

a/n: SHOUT OUT TO MY MOOTS THIS IS FOR YOU @taruruchi @linabirb @kunikame @lunavixia this is my early Christmas present to you all :D

Takes you out on spontaneous dates with nothing on his mind but you.

ACE never has a set plan in mind. Sure, he is not as impulsive as others but that doesn't mean he won't show up to your dorm at literally ungodly hours of the morning, just because he wanted to annoy you. (He's just a softie and will not admit he wanted to see you really badly.)

But Ace also loves taking you on dates. They are his favorite things because you're there and he can find little things about you that he never noticed before. Like the way your eyes sparkle at the sight of something you want, how your lips try to hold back from either sighing or laughing at a horrendous pun you made, how meticulously you scoured through every aisle to ensure you got the quality object you wanted.

Stays with you in silence, even when you're feeling at your lowest.

Dates are also a perfect time for him to spoil you. Never will you have to pay, except for the one time he forgot his wallet. Other than that, he refuses to let you pay. It's not much that he can do, he cannot get you the moon just yet, but memorizing your order, looking at the way your face lights up at your food. And every second he can take to be in your presence is a second he would fight for.

LILIA loves you and he doesn't need words to show it, albeit hardly being against it. But he also knows you and how you work when you're overwhelmed. There is a peaceful silence that you require and instead of getting up in your space, trying to hug you, he will give you options.

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Do you want a snack? A plushie?"

"Do you want a hug?"

Writes you pages upon pages of his adoration for you. The expression "[one] could write hundreds of books and still not a number would suffice" comes from his actions.

You could lash out, you could stay silent. He knows, he can feel it. So he will stay there quietly unless you tell him otherwise. There is nowhere else he'd rather be than at your side. You're his lover, why wouldn't he stay? Even if you think you're a burden to him, you never will be. He has the strength and the compassion to hold you up. He always wants to hold you up, to love you at your lowest and at your highest. He's there no matter how many things come between you.

ROLLO is not too expressive, nor is he too reserved to interact. He prefers to release his adoration through ink and paper. The diary he has is barely finished and it is all because he is to focused on his journals that are written about you.

He studies your face when you're not looking, when he watches the moon with you. The moon itself pales in comparison to your beauty and while he doesn't think his sketches do you justice, they are enough to remind him of how precious he holds you to his heart. Every single bit of you is a part that he adores.

There is no shortage to the little things he sees about you. The things you don't notice? He does. Every single one. He writes it down with such careful handwriting, it feels like a caress to the cheek. He has love letters, poems, stories, date ideas, he has everything in those notebooks. They are stashed away in the back of his closet.

Makes you little crafts that remind him of you.

But one of those notebooks has one specific purpose and it will be your present for the day he gives his everlasting devotion to you. That notebook has love letters that could fill oceans with how many waves upon waves of adoration he has for you.

SILVER cannot keep himself awake most of the time and he hates himself for it because the dream version of you couldn't hold a candle to the real you. So instead, he makes himself stay up to create things. He is a soldier, a protector, yes, but with you, he is so incredibly soft.

He starts by crocheting you your favorite plush animals. He gives you paintings of landscapes that remind him of your eyes. He draws your face in a small sketchbook so many times, he has every part of you memorized. He annotates books to commentate on them with things he thinks you might like. He makes fake flowers out of pretty paper. He even makes you a blanket at some point, draping it over your shoulders when you study for finals.

Silver cannot stay awake for long, but heaven knows that he will do his absolute best to show you that he would move galaxies for you. He fears that the small crafts aren't enough, that you won't like them.

Would fly halfway across the world for you, just to see you for a minute.

But every single one of them holds a tiny piece of his heart. When you know you have enough, that is when you'll know he has given his whole heart to you.

AZUL isn't as open to showing love as most are. He tends to struggle with showing his vulnerability, even after all this time. He's afraid of losing his reputation but also afraid you'll find him too cheesy. So his acts of love comes in acts of service.

He's had to go across the world several times for his meetings and each time, he brings back some souvenir for you. But he knows that's not enough. If he misses you to the point where he would swim back, he couldn't imagine vice versa.

So, he has started traveling back to see you. He would drop a meeting, get on a jet, and get to your doorstep with flowers, just to see you for a minute. Maybe it's a hurried reunion but there is no denying the look in his eyes: the man is in love with you.

"You came from halfway across the world, just for me?"

He has to pause before he smiles a little. "I would do it several times, if only to see you for a minute." He definitely buries himself in an octopot once he leaves, but the sentiment is so incredibly sweet.

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itsgrimeytime · 1 month

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drunk on you (part two) || Rick Grimes (TWD) × gn!reader (no apocalypse!AU)

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker

Part 1

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Summary: You'd known Rick forever, as far back as freshman year. He was a guy you (if you were honest) had a crush on; there was just something in his stance and the low drawl of his voice. You'd say that feeling only got worse from there. Before you could blink, he was married and had a kid; and suddenly, despite your best efforts, you felt very out of place. You faded out of his life, and he yours. So when Rick shows up at your door (drunk out of his mind) about 5 years after the last time you spoke to him, you have a lot of questions.

TWs: divorce mention, alcohol, making out, and shameless flirting.

[[A/N: girl get ready. WEDDING TIME!!! Also, I am about to create Rick Grimes's mother as a character in this one, so... I know Southern mothers, you'll see. Enjoy :))]]

Soon after you reunited with Rick, you got the wedding invite in the mail. All curly letters and shiny details, you wondered briefly just how fancy it would be, and the dress code-

You made a note to ask Rick before the day.

You'd been seeing a lot of him recently, he either asked you to come to his city or just showed up in yours.

You'd shown him a few different places, (you'd gone to a café, one with cheesy puns that you, ashamedly, laughed at. Rick had only smiled, and shook his head, "Adorable." You weren't sure what exactly he was talking about, but something in you had a clue), and even some of your favorites.

You weren't sure why you wanted to share so much with him, but it felt natural.

He'd even met some of your new friends ("That Rick?"), and they had promptly horrendously embarrassed you. (He is handsome, you were right, Y/N.) Rick couldn't get enough of that day, laughing and smiling with your friends -but you did catch his cheeks turning rosy when they brought up your... compliments.

It made your heart stutter in your chest.

And then, he'd brought Carl to meet you again. Rick was terrible about just showing up at your place unprompted, so you were not ready for it. But somehow you slotted right in.

"You know I held you as a baby, right?"

Carl blinked up at you like he was processing the information, and maybe trying to recognize you, "I think I remember you."

He seemed to only remember that you were constantly playing with him, and even pulled out some old toys you recognized. Ones that were apparently super sentimental to him. It made you smile.

You fell right back in place, listening to him talk about whatever he wanted to -it felt familiar. Something about your old life that wasn't as hurtful.

You'd missed the little guy.

And in the back of your head, if you noticed Rick wordlessly staring at you with quite possibly the brightest smile you'd ever seen on his face, you ignored it. Because there was still two months to go, and that meant nothing.

Or at least that's what you told yourself.

The weeks before the wedding though, you didn't see much of him. A part of you wondered if it had all washed away, and you weren't entirely sure how to interact with that.

You were probably the only one early to the wedding, but Lori had wanted you to be. Said something about catching up, and wanting to see you. Shane was apparently just the same. You weren't sure how to take it.

On one hand, they were your old friends, on the other, they had really done something shitty to Rick and you doubted they got as much flak as they should have. Rick was too nice, always was, but he definitely had his moments.

Later, you decided, later, you'd chew them out. Not on their wedding day.

Fidgeting with your clothes, you waltzed up into the chapel -all high ceilings and stained-glass windows. It was beautiful, really, with flowers strewn against the pews and a leather little check-in book where you signed in. It was everything that a wedding was supposed to be, all the little bells and whistles.

Isn't infidelity a sin? Your mind chimed, and you zapped back the thought -a betraying little smile on your face.

"Y/N!" a voice cheered, and you were met with Shane -a few years older and a buzzcut (which was an interesting choice, to say the least), "-long time no see, buddy!"

"Hey," you smiled, genuine warmth building up -he was your friend after all. He was like a brother. That was kinda why you did what you did.

With a breath, you smacked him in the face -not a real one, kind of just a play hit. It still got the message across.

"Yeah," he rubbed his jaw, "-figured 'at was comin'."

"Good," you said, before opening up your arms for a hug, which Shane gladly accepted. He still smelt the same -a little too sour for your tastes, but was much more built. Just like Rick.

You smiled, stepping back, "It's really good to see you, sorry for-"

"Don't," Shane held up his hand, "-There's no need. I get it, a lot more than ya think."

At least I held back on my impulses, you thought, before shoving it down again.

God, you were really going to have to keep yourself in check today.

"I'll show ya to where Lori is," he offered, "-think she's still getting ready."

"Probably will be for a while, Shane," you laughed, "-The wedding hasn't even started."

"Good point," he agreed, gruffly, before guiding you to a door -you heard a lot of rustling behind it. Just thinking of the extent of people, you nearly didn't knock.

Luckily, Shane did that for you.

"'S Y/N," he called before nearly scampering away -you had to hold back a laugh.

"Oh, come in!"

Lori was the first one to, verbally, greet you, smiling wide -her hair was getting done, "Y/N, oh it's so good to see you, I'm so glad you could-"

Before she could finish, someone came rushing over to you - almost squealing in delight.

"Y/N, honey," she smiled, big and bright, "-it's been so long!"

That was the one and only Bonnie Grimes, Rick's mother. You wondered for a moment, why she would be here, before she barreled you into a hug.

"Hey, Mrs. Grimes," you smiled, accepting her hug gratefully, and she squeezed you a little too hard but you had expected it. Bonnie Grimes was on solid hugger, wouldn't let you go until she wanted to.

"Please, call me Bonnie," she grinned, before pulling back from the embrace, "-Look at you! You look so good, honey! All grown up."

"You saw me when I was in college, Mrs... Bonnie," you laughed, "-I don't think I've changed much since then."

"I still remember you in high school," she sighed -wistfully, "-ugh, the three of you were so cute! I miss those days."

Before you could say a word, she intertwined your arms and began ushering you out the door, "C'mon, let's go, sweetie! We have lots to talk about."

"I was just-" she pulled you neatly out of the door, so you shot Lori an apologetic smile -she laughed and waved you off.

Bonnie had never had the... best relationship with Lori, you heard it through the grapevine a lot. So, you had no idea why she was here at all, other than to maybe see Carl? But, still, she was definitely petty enough to wait and see him later, so what-

"When Ricky told me you were comin', I just had to see you," she said -like she was reading your mind, before whispering low, "-otherwise I wouldn't even be 'ere."

You nearly laughed at 'Ricky', but sealed it back behind your lips, responding simply, "I'm really honored, Bonnie. I would've come out to see you but-"

"Oh, sweetie," she laughed, pulling you down to sit outside on a bench infront of the church, "-I know why you couldn't. A mother's instincts."

"Yeah," you laughed, a little awkwardly -his mom knowing was not something you had quite imagined.

"You know, I always wanted you two together," she remarked, almost as if she didn't expect you to comment, "-liked you better than her for him."

"Bonnie," you urged.

"What? They're divorced now, I can say it."

"Maybe not at her wedding," you quipped back.

"Okay, you're right," she sighed out, "-suppose I just can't get over what they did to my baby."

You frowned, taking a hand and rubbing soothing circles into her shoulder, "I can imagine, it must've really hurt to see your son like that."

"Hurt? Oh I was furious, sweetie," she clarified, "-Ricky had to hold me back by my horns."

You let out a laugh, and Bonnie smiled back. The air was crisp, and the sun was warm -it was a good day. And, it was nice to get to come back -see some of where you grew up. It was familiar, homey and you felt in place, you weren't sure that would ever go away.

"You know, he talked about you," Bonnie hummed, looking out into the streets, "-even when you left, it was like... he wanted to keep you in his memories."

You exhaled, guilt swirling up in your stomach, "Yeah, I'm starting to think I made a mistake leaving. I feel like I missed so much."

Bonnie smiled -a little bittersweet, gathering you up into a side hug, "No one is smart in the matters of the heart, honey. You were hurtin', you did what you could to feel better. There's nothin' wrong with that."

You smiled, leaning into her -your head resting on hers, "Thanks, Bonnie."

"Now, that that's settled," she said slowly, happiness dipped into her words, "-Can we talk about it?"

"About what?"

"My son," she clarified, playfully smiling, "-he talks all about you, you know. And he's been really excited for today, I was hopin' you could tell me why. It's downright suspicious for a man to be so happy at his ex-wife's wedding-"

"Maybe, she's marrying a terrible man," you joked, and Bonnie laughed.

"Shane always was trouble," she seemed to think back, before reiterating, "-I know you two have been spendin' a lot of time together, and I didn't want to be hopin'."

"Okay," you held up your hands in mock surrender, "-you got me. When we met up those few months ago, he told me he had feelings for me-"

"No, really?!" she gasped, "-Oh, I thought he was never going to do that. Praise you, Jesus-"

"It was right after Shane's bachelor party, and I was... skeptical," Bonnie listened very closely, "-so I told him that if he still feels the same by the wedding, we can talk."

"That's very reasonable, sweetie," Bonnie smiled, before speaking much more directly, "-I hate to say it, though, all 'at time was certainly wasted. My boy has loved you since he met you-"

"Bonnie."

"-he just didn't know it," she finished, slapping her hands into her lap, "-You don't know how many times I tried to get it through his head, honey. It was like talkin' to a brick wall, I tell you."

You laughed again, "Well, I appreciate you sticking up for me."

"Oh, I do it a thousand times over for you, sweetheart," she hugged you into her side again, "-you make my baby boy very happy and I'll be forever grateful for that."

You smiled -something warm in your chest.

"And," she whispered, "-if you need a moment with Rick, you just tell me and I can draw a whole crowd."

You laughed even harder then, as she guided you back inside -you ended up helping with some if the last minute decorations.

At the current moment, you were pulling the flower petals into the basket for the flower girl. Apparently, they had to be fresh. It was kind of sad to pull them off the flower though.

"Hey," a voice breathed out like they were startlingly happy.

You peeked up, and saw the one and only Rick Grimes -dressed to the nines in a suit that really suited him. Handsome, really handsome. You fidgetted with your clothes self-consciously.

"Hi," you parroted back with a smile, "-like the suit."

"Oh," he grinned, a bit like he had so much energy but just couldn't put it anywhere, "-thank you, wasn't sure I'd like it."

It was the one picked out by Lori, with the color scheme -the light blue tie matched his eyes really well though, so she apparently picked well. Rick was Shane's best man, so his outfit was one specially picked -you weren't given the "luxury".

"I think you look handsome," you smiled, halting your work for a moment, "-If that helps with your opinion at all."

"Uh, yeah," he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, "-Yeah, it does. Yours was the only opinion 'at matters."

Your heart jolted into your throat, your eyes flickered back down to your hands -pulling off more petals. The basket was about halfway full now.

"Wouldn't say that out loud, Ricky," you teased -alluding.

"Oh god," he groaned, "-my Mom's 'ere? Why?"

"The one and only," you laughed, "-and apparently she's here for me."

"Sounds like 'er," he grinned -big and bright, and it seemed like he almost wanted to say something else but-

"Rick, Shane needs you," someone, who you decidedly didn't know, popped their head in.

"Talk later?" You offered.

Rick pursed his lips for a moment, like he was really debating going anywhere else. (Like he wanted to stay with you.) But he let out a big, long sigh, "Yeah, I'll hold ya to it."

"Please, do," you laughed, watching him go out of the room -like a puppy dog. You frowned, you really need to get yourself in check.

The ceremony was beautiful, Bonnie sat beside you and plastered on the most real fake smile you'd ever seen -elbowing you and whispering low little jokes every once in a while. You had to bite back laughter half the service. On your other side was Carl fidgeting with his vest -apparently he was supposed to be up there with Shane, but he refused. You got a little kick out of that.

To cheer him up, you taught him the head squish trick -squeezing your two fingertips together from a distance. Carl was much more engaged after that, particularly squishing his Dad's head with a big smile.

And Rick, well, he stayed focused but every once in awhile, you'd catch him looking at you. The dart of an eye, so quick you could miss it if you hadn't been looking at him too; Bonnie would point it out to you, if you weren't paying attention.

The reception was nearby, in a building that was primarily rented for this exact purpose. It looked how you thought a reception should look with a big dance floor, so many decorated tables, and a buffet of food off to the side. Which all looked and smelled delicious, you noted.

Each seat had a name, you realized. So, you were kind of awkwardly navigating through tables to try and find your spot -you didn't want to get food and then wander around like a chicken with your head cut off. So, you dodged through chairs -peeking at the little cards, and just as you found it, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You spun around and met Bonnie's eyes, she was looking a little nervous.

"Everything okay?"

"Yes," she hummed, "-I just realized that I forgot some medicine in my purse, would you be a doll and go grab it for me?"

"Sure," you soothed, "-where is it?"

"The closet where they put the coats," Bonnie answered, "-I wanted it out of the way, but-"

"Bonnie," you smiled, ushering her to her marked chair, "-please, sit down, I'll grab it for you."

She smiled, big and wide, a polite thank you leaving her lips. There was something there, but at the time, it didn't seem important.

With a breath, you wondered back toward the front of the building -trying to remember which closet exactly was the one with the coats. You hadn't had one, so you didn't stop but-

The door to the closest one slipped open, and hands pulled you inside. You nearly screamed, but when your eyes adjusted to the dim light, they settled on Rick -standing just across from you.

"Rick," you hissed, "-what the hell? You scared the-"

"Sorry, sweetheart, was the only way to getcha alone," he spoke, a little quickly -breathlessly happy to see you.

"Oh, is that why-" you puffed out a breath, "-Bonnie was in on this, wasn't she?"

Rick grinned, shrugging a little -as if to say, maybe. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop a smile from smoothing across your face.

"Why are we in here, Rick?"

"I needed to talk to ya," he echoed out, "-alone."

"And we couldn't do that anywhere else?" You laughed, "-Like outside, or-"

"It was the first idea to pop into my head, gimme a break," he responded, slow with a smile, "-I 'aven't thought clearly all day."

"What if someone tries to get in here?" You questioned, voice low, "-this is going to look pretty incriminating-"

"It locks from the inside," he said simply, moving his hand and turning the lock.

Your breath caught in your throat suddenly, realization setting in -you were locked in a clost with Rick. Correction, you were locked in a small closet with Rick by his own doing.

Jesus Christ.

"Is there-" you questioned, "-something you wanted to talk about, or?"

You knew exactly what he wanted to talk about, but you were not going to be the one to bring it up. Especially when his face was so close to yours, and the light was dim enough to make his eyes shine so blue, and you could feel his breaths on your face-

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest, you could feel it in your throat.

You expected this is much different circumstances, like an open room and good lighting and maybe the crisp night air. Not in a hall closet, where all you could smell was Rick (a woodsy sort of smell), and all you could see was Rick.

His hair was tussled a little, like he had nervously run his hands through it. And part of you wanted to reach up and comb through it, he was letting it get longer now -you liked it.

"I didn't think this through," he finally said.

"Yeah," you laughed a little, "-I can tell."

"Well, I did," he reasoned, "-'ad this whole thin' planned out, how I was gonna say it and everythin'. But now I... Looking at you, I can't remember any of it."

"You sure it's not a lack of oxygen?" You teased, trying to cut through the tension, "-This room is pretty small-"

"I'm in love with you."

Your mouth snapped shut.

He was laughing a little -in disbelief or happiness, you couldn't tell, "You told me, if my feelin's stayed the same to tell ya. But they haven't."

"They haven't?" You asked, a little weakly.

"I fell in love with you," he clarified, grin so bright, "-I watched you wit' Carl and my Mom and just you. And I... I love you. God, I love you."

"Rick," you whispered out.

"I knew," he exhaled, stepping slightly forward, "-I knew there was somethin'. That I felt somethin' and then you were everywhere, and suddenly I felt everythin'."

Your eyes were starting to tear up, but you held them back.

"I couldn't stop thinkin' about ya, and then I just wanted to see ya, all the time-" he exhaled through a laugh.

"Rick," you repeated.

"I love you," he repeated like it was all he could say, eyes desperately searching yours, "-and I know it's kinda shitty to 'ave this moment 'ere, because it's my ex-wife's weddin'-"

You laughed, and a grin found itself along his face -letting out a chuckle.

"But I couldn't wait," he echoed out, "-couldn't wait long enough to not 'ave to do it in a damn closet."

"I would have preferred that," you remarked, "-but, this... this is okay too."

"I nearly told you this mornin'," he breathed out, "-you were in front of me an' all I could think was-"

Your hands cupped his face, and pulled him forward without so much as another thought. He stilled at first, shocked, but when he realized, everything in him shifted.

He pushed you into the wall almost without thinking, instinctual. Hands on the wall behind you, he cornered you in; and your hands only squeezed tighter on his jaw. It was desperate, like he'd been dying in the desert and you were water -like if he didn't have you now, he would've died.

Your hands slipped to his shoulders, and one of his moved to cup your face -your head was getting woozy. He separated for a moment, eyes darting between yours and pressed forward again -stealing the breath out of your lungs.

"Rick," you breathed out, but he kept pushing kisses onto your lips. Like he could never have enough, "-Rick."

He groaned -apparently eager to keep kissing you, pulling back, "What, baby?"

Your throat went dry, lips smacking shut. That was new, you had never heard him call you baby before. Platonically, sweetheart, darlin', the works. But this was distinctly, romantic.

Rick scanned over you for a moment, a bit in concern -eyes fluttering along your face, "Everythin' okay?"

He was still caging you in, wide expanse of arm just above your shoulder and his face a breath away. Your brain was suddenly short-circuiting, all you could see was Rick and all you could smell was Rick and all you could taste-

"Hey, sweetheart," he moved his hands to hold your face -keeping your eyes solely on him, "-are ya okay? Did I hurt you or-"

"No," you let out in a breath, a little embarrassed, "-you just... you called me baby."

"You don't like 'at? I don't 'ave to-"

"Rick, no," you clarified, burning with embarrassment, "-I like it. I... really like it. You've just never called me baby before."

He smiled, sort of lightly -a little like he was in love with you (which he very much was), "I've never kissed you before either, ya know?"

"Yeah, obviously," you huffed out a breath, "-I'm still getting used to that part too. But I just didn't..."

You groaned, and Rick's grin only got wider.

Pushing your hands into your eyes, you exhaled -shame burning in your stomach, "This is so embarrassing."

He didn't say anything for a moment, before his fingers came to grab at your hands pulling them away from your eyes, "'S not embarrassing, baby, 's cute."

"God, you're going to use that against me forever now," you peeked up at him, "-aren't you?"

He grinned at you, hand coming up to hold your cheek, "Yeah, 'course, I am."

Rick was smiling at you then, his eyes dipping low to your lips and your breaths hollowed out in your chest.

"We really can't-" you tried to contradict, but it was weak willed.

"What's a few more minutes, baby?" Rick hummed, face so close to yours that you could see different shades of blue in his eyes.

You only had so much will.

It would be a waste to use it now anyway.

#its griming time #rick grimes #stuff n' thangs #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n fanfiction #drunk on you #rick grimes oneshot #rick grimes twd

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The smile behind the mask

Relationships: Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Summary: You use a secret weapon to purposefully make Ghost smile/laugh.

Word Count: 417

Notes:

I’m in the mood for mindless, platonic(ish?) fluff lately, so, ta-da! Here it is.

Also, I can’t write longer fics atm due to a high workload, so I’ll have to stick with shorts for now.

Bad pun ahead. Horrendous. You’ve been warned.

Want more?

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Making Ghost laugh is one of your favourite things in this dull life.

The lieutenant is a tough nut to crack, so getting him to chuckle feels like a big win—like getting a medal for walking the fine line between humour and trouble.

And you’re all for winning that battle.

It all began on a Monday morning as you two watched Gaz and Price train at the top of a building. Your captain was training the sergeant on using a rope to descend without flipping upside down.

“Oof, lieutenant,” you sighed, shielding your eyes from the sun, “looks like ‘Gaz Prices’ have gone through the roof lately, huh?”

He stayed silent, his arms crossed in front of his chest, slowly shaking his head. Another “huh?” from you earned a disapproving “tsk tsk, tsk” as he slowly turned to look at you.

But you didn’t back down. Your widening grin and persistent eye contact were enough for his serious facade to start slipping away. He turned his back, one hand on his waist, the other forming a fist over his forehead. He took shallow breaths, trying to stifle his laughter, but his shoulders betrayed him as he quietly burst into laughter. Shaking his head again, this time in resignation, he admitted defeat at the ridiculous joke.

From then on, you knew you found his weakness—his Achilles’ heel.

Your jackpot.

Joke by joke, he grew more comfortable around you, slowly revealing his true self. Although you couldn’t see his face, you learned to distinguish the cues. Some were audible, like the softening change in his voice while trying to keep a serious demeanour. Or his eyes, the only visible part of his face, forming tiny wrinkles at their corners, betraying his amusement.

“I’ll send you to the drill sergeant if you don’t stop with this nonsense—I’m being serious,” he’d say sternly while attempting to hide his chuckles.

This exchange felt one-sided most of the time. Ghost would command you to stop or remind you that “there’s a right time” for these things, and you should learn to “read the room.”

Yet, there were times when he would throw a sharp chuckle, admitting that you got to him or, even better, join in a competition with you, armed with a few jokes of his own.

Be it teasing, banter between friends, mindless flirtation, or imagining things you wished to be true, one thing is certain: the lieutenant likes to laugh. Stupid jokes worked the best, and you had plenty in your arsenal.

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#simon ghost riley x gn!reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #Simon riley #cod ghost #cod mw2

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Sooooooooooooo~~~ I've got more DC brainworms. I have come to share. 🤲🏼

Picture this, wildflower. *throws arm around your shoulder, gestures to the empty space in front of us, envisioning* A young (eventual) bat!sibbie reader who has a very similar essence to Jason.

and I mean....... literally. a mini Jason. lmaooo listenlistenlisten — yn is a scrappy, free-spirited orphan who comes from the slums of Gotham; they've been here a while, only giving a noncommittal shrug and wry smile when inquired about any of it. same story for a lot of us 'round here.

—and wouldn't it just be hilarious if they came into the Batfam the same way Jase did? By STEALING 👏🏼 HUBCAPS. 👏🏼

except it don't gotta be hubcaps, yn is a ✨professional✨ and a 🔥savage🔥 and just straight up carjacked the Batmobile LMALAOAOAOO (they earn Jason's utmost respect right off the bat [BAT PUN 🦇]; Steph, Dick, and Duke are the runner-ups). Bruce probably gains a new neck vein but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued!

thennnnn you muck up when you give the slightest inclination that you know his secret identity bcz it'd be significantly more terrifying (read: hilarious) than if you were to fall victim to the cliche 'i saw something i wasn't supposed to and now I'm being taken hostage by these randos in masks and oh holy smokes it's actually multi-billionaire airhead himbo Bruce Wayne!? and his KIDS!!??'

time skip because seamless transition, bing bada boom, they're Bruce's newest ward and filling the tabloids. while it may be a hot story that the entirety of the paparazzi froth at the mouths at, it's a different story behind the scenes.

reader has a sweet, dear personality at the core, but they put up a detached front; if anything, their crude humor and witty deadpan sarcasm attests to their harsh emotional walls put up.

it's nothing personal to these guys, they're just... constantly in self-perservation mode. they ain't never had nobody like this before, 'cept for their fellow street rat friends who're like family.....

I imagine those walls get worn down by Jason the most.

I also imagine Jason would be.... angry?? not at you!! never at you — if anything he'd probably steal you away from Bruce every chance he gets because he's scared you'll be readily thrusted into an unwitting role as a cowl-donner — but at Bruce's initial and seemingly impulsive decision to take you in- because of just how fast everything moved. he was a bit withdrawn at first, but he became undeniably protective over you as time went on.

you appreciate this earnestly; one day on your outings with Jason, he passes by the streets where you usually hung out with your friends. sure enough, they're all there, looking horrendously forlorn. you give out the group whistle- one you all made up and agreed on a longgggg time ago- and they all look at you like you're a ghost before you're being yanked into a group hug.

some of 'em are mad tho; they all caught wind, ever since you were printed in black and white on the newspapers lil' jimmy still brought to them fresh every morning. thought you ditched us for daddy warbucks. and some of 'em are genuinely happy, not only to see you, but had been for you. thought you managed to finally get outta this hellhole. we knew you wouldn't forget us, tho.

you're smart, yvette - your bestest friend ever since elementary - murmured as she hugged you so tight you could barely breathe. you're smart and warm and so kind... i'mma miss your candy apple self not being around me 24/7 any more, but heavens above, you made it, ynnie any foster parent would be blessed to have you as a kid, y'hear? anybody and everybody. she pulls you back and rests her forehead on yours, staring into your eyes with her tear-filled ones. don't forget 'bout us, yeah? we still got your back. stay safe and take care of yourself.

and if you silently cried on the way back to the manor, Jason didn't say much about it. just wrapped an arm around your shoulders and took you for burgers.

—i feel that incident would settle you deeper into Jason's heart. he just sees so much of himself in you. in this scrappy kid who puts up such a carefree front, but is actually made of honey and caramel at their center. who has such a strong emotional intelligence at that age that Jason's sure is the only difference between him and you. in this child, who has a pure heart full of love with so much to give and just wants to be loved in return.

reader's softest with Cass and Alfred, as in they feel no need to put up pretenses with them. it's how they both find out that you're perpetually jaded and reminiscent of a long-suffering lamb: soft, tolerant, brokenhearted, shreds of innocence swirling about their heart still, maybe a little lost......

SPEAKING OF THE GRANDLER HIMSELF 🌹🎉: you get roped into baking with Alfred one day, and because Alfred is the actual MVP, you fall into his affections too.

it's when you're kneading at dough when a crestfallen expression suddenly overtakes your expression.

"mr. alfred," you drawl, inner city accent thickening with the melting of your posture. there's a heaviness to your tone that wasn't there before. it catches the elderly man's attention immediately. "you remind me a lot of my old man. not my father, but there was this elderly gentleman who took care of us street urchins. old man peaches. cuz every time we saw him, he sold us fresh peaches from his little milk carton in trade for some colorful bottle caps. dunno where he got 'em, said he grew them out the cracks in the concrete, the geezer. he was always talkin' like that — like there was some deeper meaning to everythin'. we groaned all the time, made all in good fun of him right to his face, but we all really loved it.

"one day, me 'n yvette were scouting 73rd and maryanne avenue; it's the curve that has all those connectin' alleyways that hide the abandoned warehouses, y'know? it's also where we hid out with peaches. had a small space heater and brought anything we needed from the foster care buildin'. sometimes we'd get dragged back but you keep doing something enough times, them folks who don't get paid enough for it just stop givin' a hoot... so long s'we made it back for inspections and didn't pilfer the good stuff, y'know?

"anyway. we went in there hollerin' for mr. peaches... he was usually napping by the space heater or stringing bottle cap jewelry for us, but he wasn't there. searched the whole warehouse, whole perimeter, nothing.

"then, vettie found him... " you pause, a smile that didn't reach your eyes spreading your cheeks. "right by the compost bin outside the back door of that same warehouse, chest not movin' and lips stained with blueberries."

alfred feels his stomach drop, beside himself. you looked up from the dough in your hands and simply regarded the old man, an uncharacteristic nonchalance marring your features.

"he was the only one that really understood and looked out for us the way he did. i ain't been able to eat peaches or anything of the like since then, but vettie is the one who couldn't sleep for the weeks after."

Alfie had long stopped chopping the onions for the dish at this point and all he could think was what has this poor child gone through?

TRAUMA TRAUMA TRAUMA TRAUMA TR

anywaaaaayzzzuh, I'm exhausted BUT yeah I just want to infect you lovingly with the brainworms of Jason bonding with a bat sibling reader who's a lot like him, and how he'd prevent a lot of pain that they ain't gotta go through because he went through the same.

And the things that he CAN'T prevent, because everyone deals with trauma differently, he's always gonna be there for you. And he wants you to know that.

reader is a bit wary of Dick because of his pure bubbliness and aura of flowers 🌸🌺🌻🌹🌷🌼💐and shooting stars — in Gotham?? — but Dick has an affinity to troubled kids and also . he's Dick Grayson, everybody loves him .

so he works together with Jason and soon enough, you're practically his respective child akshdjdhd

you and dami take a bit to come along BUTTTTT I hc that you come into their lives when Dami's a little older and therefore more matured.

I love Damian, I feel he'd be a pretty solid older brother figure.

the more time you spend there, the more you begin to trust your newfound family. (well, your pseudo siblings at least); the more you let your walls down, the more they get a peek into your true self- not just the distant exterior you put up.

you're thoughtful and generous; you like books and animals and know how to make ice cream from scratch with ice and plastic bags; you're resourceful and crafty - you learned how to hot wire cars and pick locks from the older kids down at the foster care home - but you don't try to give anyone headaches for it out of respect for Alfred, you claim solemnly.

you're a good kid.

it just takes a bit more for people to say that, and even more for you to let others see it.

I'LL BE BACK WITH MORE BUT PLEASE NOTE THAT I WROTE THIS THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT, CONTINUALLY PASSED OUT, AND IT'S THE FRICKIN MORNING ALREADY LMAOAOAOAOAOOO

OH MY GOD.

OH.

MY.

GOD.

ZEEP.

ZEEP WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME-

I just- Can I just-

If Brucie EVER tried to but reader in a cape Jason would lose his MIND.

How DARE you even THINK about putting the baby at risk? How dare you?

Totally just takes reader and brings them to his apartment until Bruce apologizes for even suggesting such a proposterous thing.

He's eventually forgiven but he's on thin ice okay?

Sleepovers at Jason's are also a very common thing.

Since he lives in the Narrows, it gives you the chance to roam your old stomping grounds and see your friends.

Poor reader has to go to all kinds of fancy dinner parties now.

Public appearences.

Such a drag.

Uncomfy clothes, and uncomfy people.

So, being the feral little street raised shit they are, reader says the most out of pocket freaky crap ever.

"Yeah, living in the Narrows as a kid was hard. Especially after the accident."

"Oh, yeah. I love my new home. The velociraptor in the backyard is a sweetheart."

"What do you mean Jason's supposed to be dead? He obviously got better. I've done it more than once. Yes I've died before. They said I can't tell you what comes after. Who's they? Don't worry about it."

And literally no one can say anything because their new dad is one of the richest men on Earth.

Also their first fancy gala something definitly went wrong.

Like lets says it gets targeted for some kind of robbery 'cus, ya know Gotham. And it's full of rich people.

Reader is literally like, "Fuck no. Get the hell out."

Grabs a bottle of champagne and breaks it over the ring leaders head with a loud shout of "ANARCHY!"

ALFIE AND OLD MAN PEACHES-

OH MY GOD I'M CRYING. I HOPE YOU KNOW I'M IN TEARS-

Also, the little punk stealing the CAR is hilarious. So much potential there.

Dick *interrupting Bruce for the upteenth time*: "Hey, B?"

Bruce *Severly annoyed*: "Yes, Nightwing? What is it?"

Dick: "Who's driving the car?"

*Que Jason wheezing over the comms*.

Dickie gives all kinds of nicknames.

Little wing, hoodlum, baby bird-

Him and Jason compete for your time.

Like there is an underground betting pool for who can get you to spend more time with whom.

Jason shows you all hid hidey places around the manor if you ever need a place to just- be

Tim helps with homework when Jason's not around (which isn't very often, Jason makes a point of visitiing often just to see you)

It makes for wonderful bonding with your busiest brother.

Damian, (though he will never admit it out loud), enjoys it when you join him in taking care of his animals.

Batcow and Jerry love you, and Alfred the cat has taken to sleeping in your room.

The two of you take Titus and Ace for walks, and Damian very smugly rubs it in Jason's face when a tabloid photo pops up of the two of you in matching sweaters and sunglasses.

"Clearly I am the superior brother, Todd. Even the media agrees."

"Well then I know it's bullshit because the media says it's true."

"Tt."

I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN INTO STEPH AND DUKE AND CASS AND BABS UGGHHH

THERE'S OTHER STUFF I wanna ADD BUT I'VE MADE YOU WAIT LONG ENOUGH I'M SO SORRY-

#normie rambles #normies moots #the brain worms are SERIOUS UGGHHH #I'm so sorry it took so long 🥲🥲#batfam #batfam x reader #civillian batsis #platonic x reader #jason todd #jason todd is best brother #dick grayson #x reader #dc x reader #dc comics #baby bat is an alley cat! (^U^)#i like that tag

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astroels · 1 year

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Modern Au Ellie

Headcannons

a/n: I've been having Ellie brainrot these past months, so enjoy <33

Driving

Whenever Ellie is driving, she always has a hand on you, whether it's holding your hand on top of the middle compartment or her hand against your thigh, giving reassuring squeezes throughout the drive, it's first instinct for her.

Ellie always has extra hoodies or flannels prepared for you if you're cold or ever come in the situation where either of you need extra clothing. lt's better safe than sorry, she says, plus it's always a bonus when they smell like her.

lf you're ever driving. you're always prepared to have your ears talked off by Ellie's rants on subjects that have anything to do with life's wonders. lt's always so fascinating to see how much she learns about space science and its evolution through history.

The best part about being in a car with her is when she loses herself in song. and you're able to hear her singing freely, not a single stress across her mind. Sometimes you'd join, which would make her look at you and give the largest grin, as if you just gave her everything she's ever wanted her whole life.

Ellie is so bad at parking, when she first took you out in her car, she got so nervous and got on top of the curb. You gave her a look of reassurance you weren't judging her, but she still felt ashamed and is extra careful. She eventually just laughs it off, hoping you don't think less of her.

College

If she ever saw you at a club nearby, she'd definitely buy you a drink as a flirtatious start and say the most horrendous pick up lines that would somehow hook you in. She'd then lead dance floor, with close contact assured.

Elie would never take morning classes, only till the afternoon or evening. And even then you'd have to pull her out of bed after a heavy night of studies. She'd probably tell you to fuck off with small hints of love in her tone.

Her dorm room would be the nerdiest thing filled with space science and earthy decorated. The first time you see her room would be a total shock, getting her embarrassed, but it just made you like her even more. You'd definitely have to stop making out at the entry once you realized her dorm decor.

Even if she dislikes the taste of bitter coffee, she's a regular at the local cafe, because it helps with staying awake, and you just so happen to enjoy being there. On occasional days she wants to treat you, she'd make the exception and wake up early.

Atleast twice a month, she'd drag you to a bookstore on her payday to find the latest copies of her comics. This would lead to her recommending you some and going back to her dorm to read and talk about it.

In General

Whenever she's able to write and play a song to her satisfaction, she likes to sign up at local bars to perform. Just knowing people out there know about it makes her happy with her production. Always inviting you to her events, she'd quickly find you in the audience and give you a wink.

Ellie would keep a special savings for comic con. She'd buy tickets each time the annual con announced its dates and prices. lf she felt confident enough, she'd have you dress up with her as a duo from her comics. You'd do it even if you looked silly out of pure love (and not because she bribed you with a figurine you've been wanting.)

She is one competitive mf. Whenever she drags you paint balling, you have to wear extra layers incase she decides to go hard on you. No mercy is shown in her spite to win the rounds. You'll try and stay on her team so you have a better chance of winning, but god, she looked so hot being absorbed by the desire to win.

lf you guys ever went to Spencer's, she'd be the most immature person in that store. She'd have these puns about sex and lesbians and be showing you all the gummies of boobs. Without you noticing she'd probably buy a boob keychain or bobble head and place it on the dashboard or hang it from the top mirror. It'd serve as a reminder of her love for your silly outgoings.

Although Ellie doesn't pay much attention to her looks for everyone, she'll always bring you shopping to verify if the clothing she chooses fit alright. She'll go into specifics, if it looks too baggy, tight, if they fit into her other clothing to match. Just in everything she'll need your opinion, especially the colors and designs of the converse she wants. Your opinion is all she needs to go through with her clothing purchases.

#ellie williams #elliesstar #ellie williams x reader #tlou 2 #tlou #ellie tlou #tlou part ii #ellie x you #tlou ellie

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viiiiiiiiiin · 1 month

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JAJSJSJDJSD HELL YEAH

Sanji with bff reader who's trying to be his wingman and failing pls (either because sanji is really bad at picking up ladies or the reader is horrendous at wingmanning, heck maybe even both, you decide)

Next Time: Sanji and Wingman Reader

Includes: Sanji , Male Reader , Strawhats

A / N: STOP I LOVE THIS. LOSERS BEING BESTIES FR !!! I hope u don't mind that I chose male reader. I don't write much of them and I want a variety :) enjoy ! Sorry it's short @@

"Cmon Sanji ! You got this ! Do what we rehearsed !" You gave him a thumbs up and a toothy grin. The blonde haired gentleman nodded in return as you took your place behind the door.

Another failed attempt , you assumed by the way his head was hung downwards. You walked over to him and patted his back gently. "It's okay , Ji. You'll get 'er next time !" You laughed and threw your arm around his muscular shoulder.

"Maybe I should try a different pickup line. What do ya got , Reader ?" He asked , grabbing a notepad from seemingly nowhere.

"Ooh ! Ooh ! How about this ! Pretend to spill a drink and be like 'I tripped over my feelings for you . . .' That's gotta win Nami over for sure !" You spun around and grabbed out a poster board.

"What about something about tangerines ? 'You heart is as sweet and sour as a Tangerine' as you kiss her hand. That's gotta make her swoon !" The fact that both of you were so bad at picking up women honestly made the crew feel a bit bad. Why Sanji listened to your advice , the world will never know.

"How about for Robin - Chwan !" He said , spinning as he spoke of the dark haired diva. You placed a finger to your chin , deep in thought. Maybe a dark pun ? Maybe a history pun ? Before you could think , you spoke.

"Ooh ! How about 'you stole my heart like Doflamingo stole Dressrosa . . .' Thats gotta woo her !" You jumped up and down and smiled widely. "What if I gave her something as I said that ?? Or you could help me trip for the pick up line with Nami - Swan !" Sanji rambled as he swirled around , a love tornado of lust was what he was.

"Ooh ! Great idea !! You're so smart !!" Sanji closed his notepad and you both walked over to the ginger. She raised an eyebrow and you pushed Sanji , fake acting like you did it by accident. "Oh no ! I'm sooo sorry Sanji !" You snickered , watching as he fell to his strong knees.

"I tripped over my love for you , mademoiselle . . ~" He spoke smoothly , a perverted grin on his pale face. Nami picked up the book she was reading and smacked both of you in the head.

"That one sucked ! At least be mote creative !" With that , she stomped away and left the both of you with massive bumps on your heads. You both groaned and sat up.

"Fuck , another failure. I'm sorry , Ji. I'll figure somethin' out." You scratched your aching head snd looked sadly at the devastated cook. "Maybe you just haven't met the right girl ! Try flirting when we get to the next island !"

Your suggestion didn't go unheard. As you approached an island to restock supplies , you snd Sanji ran out to the nearest bar. "Try buying her a drink and saying she's as sweet as it ! Or I could spill it on you and you could say your love for her spilled over you !" You suggested as the both of you dashed to the nearest bar.

"Yeahh !! I got this !!"

He does not got it. You spilled the drink and it got ALL over his slacks and the ground. You both ended up being kicked out for causing a disturbance and made all the women laugh at yalls failed attempt at seducing a possible suitor.

You both walked out , dejected at the last failed attempt. You sighed dramatically and fell to the ground. "I'm sorry , Ji ! Next time !"

Next time. How many more 'next time's can he take ? You both were seemingly made to be best friends. One horrendous at flirting and the other horrendous at wingmanning. Next time , next time , next time. Would there be a next time ?

#one piece #op #reader insert #x reader #one piece x you #fluff #vixenwrites #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #sanji #one piece sanji #one piece x male reader #male reader #male y/n #one piece strawhats #straw hat pirates #best friends #vixens100followersspecial

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gnabnahc-143 · 8 months

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Love is what we make of it | L.K

Pairing: Lee know x reader

Summary: You knew love with him wouldn’t be easy, but you were willing to do anything for him. As you transitioned from best friends to lovers, you start to crave more than what he’s giving—more than he could ever give.

Genre and notes: angst?, This is really mindless honestly, breakup, childhood friends-to-lovers, breakup, lee knows a bit bad at feelings😅

wc: 2.4k

Song suggestions: things I wish you said to me - Sabrina Carpenter

Edit: pt.2 out now🤭

You treasured his presence, the love he made you feel and yet you couldn’t help but deny the love he actually gave, the love one would usually act upon. Lee Minho was a strange man, one who you thought had a lot of love to give and yet not many ways to show it, your suspicions were confirmed when you first told him you loved him.

You were sitting on your living room floor with him, eating Chinese takeout whilst a scarily terrible horror movie plays, a tradition you’ve both kept for years, even during his busy trainee days. Growing up with him meant you were one of the only people who knew the way to destress him, who knew when to comfort him and when truly the only thing he needed was silence instead of a badgering voice telling him all he already knew.

“Why did we choose this movie again?” You grimaced as another expected jump scare came.

“I was feeling critical, needed something to judge” he said, a lazy smile decorating his face.

“Didn’t you do enough judging in practice?” You joked, shaking your head.

“Yeah and I’m trying to keep the momentum up so come on, that cgi is fucking horrendous, I could do better on imovie” he laughed, a belly laugh, as he tried to get his point across.

From then on, you knew all he needed from his stressful day was denial, ignorance to reality. So you joined in, not once mentioning his job, whether or not he’s okay, silently checking up on him, but that was it, silently.

As the night came to an end, he took his cue to leave back to his dorms when you remembered a very important surprise you left cuddling your pillow as it slept.

“WAIT I almost forgot my very special surprise” you grinned.

Rushing into your room you grabbed the little ball of fluff gently, ready to see the inevitable smile on Minho’s face. Walking slowly back to the living room you saw him right where you left him, as you whispered his name, his eyes turned wide as he caught the sight of what was sleeping tightly in your arms.

His eyes shone brightly, moving to gaze at the small kitten in your arms, enthralled by how easily you’re always able to pull him back to earth from whatever dissociative state being an idol could leave him. “Who’s this?” He asked with a grin and a small voice, fearing of waking up the angel in your arms

“Nemo” you grinned as you proudly admitted the pun of a name you came up with to match one of the cats he oh so cherished. You knew you accomplished your mission when he went quiet, no emotion showed on his face except the hint of a teary eye he tried to hold back. What you did not expect were the words that came next.

“I love you.” He admitted, emotions still a stranger to his face.

“What?” You blurted, shocked. You knew he loved you but before right know, you thought it would only ever be platonic.

“Shocking right” he chuckled “I was never good at showing how I feel, and yet you always knew. My biggest flaw, and yet you seemed to look past it, telling me it’s okay to bad at it, to have hope that someone in the future could accept it too. But as time went on, I realized that the only person I wanted it to be, the only person I will ever need in my life, will always be you. I know I’m difficult, I won’t be the perfect boyfriend, I won’t show my love normally, more so I don’t know how to, but I’ll try it all as long as it’s with you” he admitted.

Your heart was beating embarrassingly fast, this was a moment you never thought in your wildest dreams could be a reality, but it was and it was yours. You knew then on, ever since the start of the relationship, that it wouldn’t be an easy one. Even before the relationship, you knew you wouldn’t feel love the same way with him as with others, but you were okay with that and you embraced his imperfections with your whole heart. You always thought in your daydreams of your relationship with him that you’d be okay with his unique way of showing affection, that you could be the one to embrace it proudly, going as far to promise him that the way he showed love didn’t matter to you as long as he loved you. That was before you truly felt what it was like to be at the end of this affection.

A relationship with Minho was unpredictable, one day he’d shower you with kisses, his clingy side took a hold of him as you were met with endless cuddles and loving gazes. On another day he settled with silent love, homemade dinners left in the fridge when he knew he’d be too busy to come over, playful teasing to mask the immense love he felt for you, buying your now shared kitten every single cat toy he would ever need. However as months passed by, the honeymoon phase came and left like the wind, all that was left was silent gestures to show he cared but no love felt from him, only the love his mere existence made you feel. The love you would hold for him no matter what, not ever triggered by his own actions.

“Hey honey” you smiled to him as he entered your now shared living room. He kept his eyes down as he entered the house with a big sigh, not saying a word only leaving you with a kiss on the forehead as he went to shower. Your smile fell, you knew his aforementioned problem with affection coupled with his demanding job would take a toll on your relationship, but you never doubted the forever in his “I love yous” until recently. As your relationship became meeting at night when he would come home, only to leave early in the morning not taking time to eat breakfast with you, and a string of phone calls occasionally through out the day filled with mindless conversations.

You always thought you could handle a distant relationship, as long as it was with him you told yourself. After knowing just what that entailed, you no longer knew if you could continue being this strong, if you could handle a love that essentially felt one sided. That’s when you accepted that maybe this was never meant to be forever.

It became worse as stray kids gained even more popularity leading to a world tour he was so excited to tell you about, and although you were thrilled to see all his hard work pay off, the thought of a tour meant even more distance and you didn’t know if you could handle that. Mustering up a smile to hide your tears you hugged him tight congratulating him and assuring that this was the least of what he deserved.

As he ended the call you burst into tears as you knew you had to face the inevitable sooner or later, and just like the passing spring, your strength to hold on passed right as he arrived in America. You were lonely, desperately so, his calls became less and less frequent as time zones clashed and schedules overtook, it didn’t help that one of his many imperfections you once promised your ability to overlook was the rarity of his “I love yous” or even now his “I miss yous”. Texts filled with questions of how your day was, updates on his trips, photos of things that remind him of you. Yet you can’t help but feel unrequited love, a feeling you thought would never change, leading you to a decision you never thought you’d make.

You wanted to stay, in fact your feet refused to leave your shared apartment, wanting to savor every moment of this life you were thinking of leaving behind. You called him one last time in a desperate attempt to stay, to hear him say he loved you that he’d change, and yet you knew he wouldn’t…he couldn’t and that wasn’t his fault, but maybe you just weren’t the right person to accept that.

“Hi this is minho, if you’re trying to reach me-“ you hung up as you recognized the voicemail message playing, tears came to your eyes as you finally accepted the inevitable. He deserved an explanation, he deserved more than a half empty closet, an empty clearly not slept in bed, and a pair of keys as he came back home from tour. That was not how you’d end your relationship, because even through all of it you still loved him, and you could never be as cruel as to do so.

So you called him back, expecting the sound of his voicemail to play so you could send one last message to him. Instead you heard his voice call out “y/n?” and instantly your mission had become that much harder. “Minho…um hey I wasn’t expecting for you to actually pick up” you responded hesitantly.

“I could hang up if you wanted” he joked, you would normal chuckle at his teasing but your head was filled to the brim with nerves and worry, so much so that you didn’t realize the whisper that came out of your mouth

“That might be easier honestly” you whispered

“What? Y/n what’s wrong? First you call me Minho instead of your incessant nicknames and now this, have I… have I done something wrong?” The worry in his voice again increased the difficulty as well as your hesitancy.

“I want to break up.” You blurted before your thoughts could consume you and take his worries as the only form of apology you’d ever need. Silence took over the other line, you feared his reaction, not cause you thought he’d get mad and start shouting but because you thought the lack of it would break your heart. That the expected “alright I’m sorry if I did anything wrong, can we be friends?” would break your heart.

“Why?” was all he said, you could hear his voice quiver, and your eyes softened recognizing the tone of voice as the sadness he always tried to hide but only you could completely see through.

You clenched your eyes as you braved yourself for a long talk. “I will always love you, I have always loved you, and before you started loving me I thought I could be the one to understand you, the way you thought no one could. But maybe my place to understand it was as your best friend, not your lover which expectantly made me want more, and you deserve someone that could appreciate the way you show love not just settle for it.” You sighed, getting ready to confess to what led to your decision. “So yes, I love you but I can’t continue being in a relationship where I keep thinking the only love in it was mine. I can’t be chasing for a requited love in a relationship I’m already in, no one expects a relationship with unrequited love.”

“Please don’t, don’t do this, I love you okay I love you so much and fuck I hate that I don’t know how to express it but I can try alright, I’ve BEEN trying. I’d do anything for you and I realize I may be unconventional but my love for you is still as strong if not more than your love for me” he ranted.

“I don’t know what to tell you…I never thought I’d be the person to need to feel it to know it but as we go on, I can’t live in this relationship having constant doubt of whether you love me! I just can’t.” You replied teary eyed, it took all of your strength not to give in.

“BUT I DO! I’ve tried my best and I can’t lose you just because what I thought was my best want good enough. I thought you were happy- if I would’ve known, maybe I could’ve changed. Just please…give me a chance to change” he started to cry.

“I don’t want you to change for me….don’t you get it, I’m leaving not just because I thought you didn’t love me but also because I could never ask you to show it, I can’t change who you are and even if I was successful in doing so, you won’t stay that way forever. You and I deserve people who we don’t need to change for, who we don’t need to settle for. I will always love you, but maybe I’m not supposed to be in love with you.” You cried, not letting him say a word you hung up and turned off your phone, avoiding any more calls to come.

Just then your now grown Nemo came into the room, seeing its small figure reminded you all too well of your love with Minho. Remembering his words and realizing what it truly meant.

“I made breakfast before I left for you :)” I’m sorry I had to leave but I love you

“Look honey, I saw this in a shop and it reminded me of you <3” I can’t get you out of my head, I miss you and god I love you

“The boys wanted to get dinner but I really just want to rest and make us a homemade meal” Any chance I get to be home, I will, because I love you

You sobbed on the bed you were just about to abandon, hugging nemo tightly hoping to find comfort in your decision but all you could feel was regret. Because love was what we make of it, and you were too obsessed with the idea of conventional affection that you saw past what you should’ve known. You knew he loved you but selfishly you wanted more, and as you came to realize how many times he’s truly said he loved you in the many ways he disguised, your heart broke at the fact that you truly didn’t deserve him as you now cried in regret. Love is what you make of it, and you rendered his efforts futile.

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfiction #lee know #lee minho #lee know x reader #lee know x y/n #lee know angst #lee minho x reader #lee minho x you #lee know x you #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz angst #skz lee minho #skz x reader #skz scenarios

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amaiaqt · 10 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤミㅤstupid cupidㅤ⋆ ｡˚ㅤ♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwhat happens when an idiot asks an idiot for crush advice ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmodern cyno !

"anonymous order; ....a request for cyno ? anything honestly — message cut."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤloser in love cyno and dumbass wingman tighnari ! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhope you enjoy, xoxo ♡

if you asked cyno any childish question relating to romance, be it a crush or if he's ever had a partner at all, the most you get is a blank stare. for someone you may consider a sharp man, the only time he'll ever let you call him dense is when it comes to romance.

because even he can't deny it, he's a loser when it comes to romance.

and when he defends himself on that topic, saying he has at least tried to find a partner before, you can believe him because he has tried. but no one really liked tcg and horrendously timed puns as much as him, poor guy.

sometimes, he's actually rather bitter about his failed attempts at romance, and opts to curse old pal cupid even when they had nothing to do with it.

hey stupid cupid, stop being stupid and make this romance thing work for me.

but, said cupid seemed to take pity on him, and shot an arrow right through his heart the day you were introduced to his life. to say it was love at first sight, well cyno wouldn't really disagree at this point.

" . . . and this, this is cyno. he considers himself the funniest in our group," kaveh snickers at the last few words as he waves two arms in front of cyno to lend your attention to him, "we believe we're entitled to our own opinions, even when some aren't the best." kaveh laughed to himself about his side comment, earning a blank stare from the shorter male, who then looked to you with a completely different look — a look of timidity and hesitation, tossing you a soft but noticeable smile, one of which you returned with your own.

"i'm fond of those with humor, it's a pleasure to meet you, cyno." you extended a hand out for him, waving kaveh off as he gave up in nagging you to go meet the others with him first, opting to lean back on a desk in impatience. cyno nodded at your words, very slowly shaking your hand - goodness, your skin was very pleasant to the touch - and parting his lips to reply, "the pleasure is all mine," with the next words, he swears his lips moved on their own, "a new face, especially one as attractive as yours, is always refreshing from the usually dull surroundings here." with this, kaveh shot him a pointed look, which he only ignored in sake of the way you glowed when you laughed with him.

"well, he's so far proven his claim right." you smirked as you added on to the unintentional mock towards kaveh, laughing even louder as the blonde's expression morphed into an even more comical one. he scoffed at the two of you and threw his hands up in defeat, "fine, let the short guy show you around. i was already being so generous —" "so, how about i finish the job of showing you around ? i assume you're new, after all." "i wouldn't mind !" "huh—i didn't mean literally !-"

" . . . and then—oh, [name] !" cyno gulps at the way he called out your name, and the pointed look tighnari threw his way did not help. tighnari shook his head and walked over to you first, cyno following behind him in thought.

he's noticing the differences in himself lately, and he's embarrassed whenever he realizes that he's especially different around you. the way he can feel the shift in his mood whenever he sees you, he can hear the difference in the tone of his voice when he talks to you — he can feel the differences, but he doesn't know if he should take them as good signs.

he snaps out of his thoughts when tighnari snaps his fingers in front of his face, earning a laugh from you as tighnari chides him, "you're spacing out again, you didn't even respond to [name] greeting you." cyno shakes his head, "ah.. sorry. good morning [name]." a smile tugged the corners of his lips up again as you waved at him.

he's also noticed that little lingering feeling in his chest, perhaps he should discuss with tighnari about it when he finds the time to, since he's such a know-it-all.

"so anyway, kaveh said he handed you my notes yesterday ?" tighnari turned to you, "he didn't hand me anything, though ?" "ah... that fu—"

yeah, surely it wouldn't hurt to ask tighnari about it.

"'nari, can i ask about . . something ?" when the two finally went separate ways from you, cyno decided it would be convenient to ask his friend as they walk. "what about ?" tighnari slowed his pace, matching with cyno as they walked up the flight of stairs to their floor. "i've been feeling different lately, mainly around [name]." "don't say more." at this, the two of them stopped in their tracks as tighnari shook his head. observing this, cyno was about to feel guilty, did he accidentally imply something ?

only for tighnari to turn to him and laugh in his face.

"i was waiting for you to accept it and ask," tighnari breathes after laughing for a few seconds, "i didn't think you actually would. guess i owe kaveh 50." "what ?"

"you have a crush on [name], you dense fool." "what ?" tighnari laughs at his friend's expression, "you said you've noticed you've been different lately around [name], right ?" "well, that's not exactly what i said." "it's what it implied, anyway." tighnari started to walk ahead, up the stairs, letting cyno trail behind.

"well we've noticed you've been different around them too, and it's damn well obvious. even al haitham figures it's a crush, and that's al haitham." "and, if it is a crush—" "oh no doubt about it." "do you think i have a chance with them ?" . . .

"come again ?" "do you think i have a chance with them ?"

now, the day that the cyno would be asking if he had a chance with someone was a day tighnari never would have anticipated. never would have been able to prepare for. so what the hell is he supposed to say ???

"who knows, if you flirt with them enough the chances and the stakes are equal." was that a good thing to say, or did he just push his friend to do something stupid ?

"so i just need to flirt with them more ? okay, sounds simple enough." latter, definite latter. "no don't—CYNO"

hey stupid cupid, don't let two idiots give each other crush advice.

"[name], has anyone ever told you that you're very attractive ?" "cyno, you've told me at least three times this morning."

the change in cyno's very open behavior with you caught you off guard, but he was very cute and dorky about it, so who were you to complain ?

your friends can't agree though, even finding it unsettling.

"ah, i'm sorry. i just like to speak what's on my mind, so whenever i think you're attractive, i just have the urge to say it out loud." "you've had three consecutive thoughts about me being attractive ?" "four actually. but i always think you're attractive, so technically i've lost count."

tighnari held his face in his hands as he sat across from cyno, physically cringing.

hey stupid cupid, give the others a chance too.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #cyno x reader #cyno fluff #cyno #genshin impact #꒰ㅤdelulu publishing houseㅤ꒱#♡𝅼 ་ ׅ : babe wake up amai posted ！#amaiaqt

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beep-beep-robin · 1 year

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nancy had a tell.

she didn‘t know it, but she definitely did. eddie‘d been noticing it for a while now.

see, he trusted steve, he knew him well enough by now to know that he would never intentionally hurt eddie. but eddie wasn‘t the most trusting person, scarred by years of always being put last by his parents, being pushed to the side by hookups as "just an experiment" when their girlfriends came back around, having friends stab him in the back when they found out "what he was". so it was no surprise that he was a bit uncomfortable with steve‘s friendship with nancy, his ex.

steve, bless him, of course tried his best to reassure eddie. he knew about his past experiences, and took every opportunity to show him that this was not going to be another one of those.

when they hung out with the others and nancy was there, steve tugged eddie a bit closer and held his hand, thumb rubbing circles into his skin. if someone brought up steve and nancy‘s history offhandedly, steve filled eddie in on details so he didn‘t feel like he was being kept out of the loop and missing out on something that steve and nancy were reminiscing about. he kept him close, always, showing eddie he wasn‘t afraid to be with him in front of their friends.

still, eddie watched. he watched the way steve looked at nancy, the way nancy looked at him. and then the way nancy looked at the others. all that watching made him pick up on her little tell.

he was almost zoning out one time the older teens were all hanging out together, steve‘s arm thrown around his shoulder, playing with the hem of his shirt sleeve. nancy was sitting in the chair next to the couch where steve and eddie were cuddled up, robin on the floor next to nancy. jonathan and argyle had left their spots on the floor to retrieve some weed from argyles "secret hiding place", as he liked to call it.

steve and robin were in the midst of a discussion about something that had happened at scoops, when robin made the worst pun. and then it happened.

within a second, nancys face went from her resting somewhat-a-smile-but-also-pretty-intimidating face to a full on smile, accompanied by an eye roll. and she giggled. she honest to god giggled. eddie had never heard nancy wheeler giggle before. but she giggled at robins horrendous pun. even robin was surprised it seemed, a faint blush making it‘s way onto her cheeks after sneaking a glance at nancy.

that was enough to make eddie keep watching over the following weeks. nancy did giggle quite often, it seemed, but only in the presence of robin. and apparently the giggles came with the eye roll as a package deal.

another bad pun? nancy giggled. fond eye roll. robin blushed.

robin went on a rant about how, listen, we don‘t know for sure that elvis wasn‘t abducted by aliens. giggle. eye roll. blush.

robin brushed nancys hair away from her face in a moment of acting-before-thinking? giggle, eye roll - giggle? an even deeper blush.

oh eddie was SO not letting that pass without getting any info on it. so he talked to nancy, during a rare moment in which the two of them were left alone, the others all gone to either pick up the kids from somewhere, go home altogether, or get some food.

he was careful, not wanting to overstep, trying not to send nancy into a crisis she wasn‘t ready for yet, especially by her ex‘s new boyfriend. but he’d underestimated her, of course nancy-i-plan-everything-wheeler was already ahead of him. and apparently she was glad he’d brought it up, finally having someone to talk to about her (as eddie then explained it to her) glaringly obvious crush on their favorite lesbian.

so eddie kept watching. and nancy kept giggling. and robin kept blushing. and giggles turned into hands brushing against hands, blushes turned into heads leaning on shoulders, and tells turned into actions.

and the next time eddie and nancy met for coffee to chat about nancys crush, they were actually meeting up talk about her girlfriend.

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incorrect-hs-quotes · 6 months

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JOHN: hello, one and all, and welcome to the john and karkat show!

KARKAT: I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU TALKED ME INTO DOING A FUCKING COMEDY ACT WITH YOU.

JOHN: neither can i! we’ve even got a full house! it’s like a dream come true!

KARKAT: MORE LIKE A NIGHTMARE.

JOHN: hey, speaking of dreams. i’ve always had a bit of a dream.

KARKAT: YEAH, YEAH, YOU WANTED TO BE A COMEDIAN. I KNOW.

JOHN: well, this is actually a different dream. more so than a comedian, i always wanted to run a weapon shop.

KARKAT: OKAY, BUT WHY BRING THAT UP NOW? WHEN YOU’VE ALREADY CONVINCED ME TO DO THE COMEDY SHOW THING?

JOHN: well… i was wondering if you could help me practice.

KARKAT: PRACTICE… RUNNING A WEAPON SHOP?

JOHN: yeah! i’ll be the shop keeper, and you can be, uh… a zoo keeper! right?

JOHN: and all your animals have run away, and your matesprit’s left you!

KARKAT: OH, OKAY. NICE AND EASY THEN. WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE, A FUCKING PROFESSIONAL ACTOR? SERIOUSLY, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO BE?

JOHN: uh… a lion tamer?

KARKAT: HOW IS THAT ANY FUCKING EASIER. CAN’T I JUST BE MY FUCKING SELF?

JOHN: oh, nobody wants to see that.

KARKAT: OH, I SEE WHAT YOU’RE DOING HERE! YOU’RE TRYING TO GIVE ME SOMETHING REALLY HARD TO DO SO YOU LOOK BETTER!

JOHN: no, i just thought you’d like a nice juicy role! something to really sink your teeth into, you know?

KARKAT: A JUICY ROLE, HUH? …WELL, I MAY NOT BE A PROFESSIONAL, BUT I HAVE SEEN AN AWFUL LOT OF BROADWAY…

KARKAT: ALL RIGHT. SO, I’M THE CUSTOMER AT YOUR WEAPONSHOP. AND YOU’RE THE PROPRIETOR OF SAID ESTABLISHMENT. ALL RIGHT, GIVE ME A MOMENT…

KARKAT: AHEM. KNOCK KNOCK, HOW ARE YOU?

JOHN: get out of here!

KARKAT: ????? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? YOU SLAMMED THE DOOR IN MY FUCKING FACE!

JOHN: well, we’re not open yet.

KARKAT: HURRY UP AND OPEN, THEN!

JOHN: yeesh, customers these days. okay, we’re open now.

KARKAT: GOOD. KNOCK KNOCK, HOW ARE YOU?

JOHN: how are you?

KARKAT: I… UH… WANTED TO SEE WHAT WEAPONS YOU HAVE HERE. AT THIS WEAPON SHOP.

JOHN: sorry, that’s next door down.

KARKAT: WHA- NO IT FUCKING ISN’T!

JOHN: it’s my shop!

KARKAT: YEAH, YOUR WEAPON SHOP!

JOHN: you can’t tell me what i sell in my own shop!

KARKAT: YOU SAID IT YOURSELF YOU WANTED IT TO BE A FUCKING WEAPON SHOP!

JOHN: it is a weapon shop!

KARKAT: I SWEAR TO FUCK-

JOHN: all right, all right, i’ll do it properly this time. it’s a weapon shop.

KARKAT: GOOD.

JOHN: selling weapons.

KARKAT: EXACTLY.

JOHN: righto.

KARKAT: KNOCK KNOCK, HOW ARE YOU? WHAT WEAPONS DO YOU HAVE HERE?

JOHN: what weapons are you after?

KARKAT: WELL- I DON’T KNOW. UH… HOW ABOUT ONE OF THE HUGE CHOPPY ONES? …YEAH. A REALLY MASSIVE ONE OF THOSE.

JOHN: uh… sorry, can’t help you there.

KARKAT: WHA- BUT YOU’RE THE FUCKING SHOPKEEPER!

JOHN: i am sorry, sir. but that is just…………………… too big an ax. :B

KARKAT: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? A FUCKING AXE PUN? FIVE HUNDRED WORDS FOR A FUCKING AXE PUN?

JOHN: we’re at a comedy show! i didn’t realize you were taking it so seriously.

KARKAT: OF COURSE I’M TAKING IT SERIOUSLY! YOU SHOULD TOO!

JOHN: why?

KARKAT: BECAUSE THIS WAS YOUR FUCKING IDEA IN THE FIRST PLACE!

JOHN: all right, sorry, sorry.

KARKAT: YOU’RE DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZY! YOU AND YOUR STUPID BUCK TEETH.

JOHN: sorry. so, a weapon shop.

KARKAT: YEAH, A FUCKING WEAPON SHOP. GET THAT INTO YOUR FUCKING THINKPAN.

JOHN: got it!

KARKAT: KNOCK. KNOCK. HOW ARE YOU.

JOHN: arrow and welcome.

KARKAT: I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF.

JOHN: arrow you doing?

KARKAT: YOU’D MAKE A HORRENDOUS SHOPKEEPER! ONE CUSTOMER AND YOU’RE ALL A-QUIVER!

JOHN: thank you and goodnight!

#submission #homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes #quote #long quote #john egbert #karkat vantas #mod dave #i can see it. the steam coming out of karkats ears as john keeps this shit up

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oceanlipgloss · 4 months

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5.1.2024

—nsfw

Time for dessert with Paimon lol the scene says "I can see you blushing wherever I look" and that sounds so appealing I tell you

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intro: this is unrelated to the H-scene, but no more images fit in my previous entry and OH MY GOD BELIAL. MC GETS TO MEET HIM NOW! I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT SO MUCH AAAAH And. Did Jjyu just call Bimet. A poop? ROFL well if he insists, how about solid gold poop nah I like Bimet a biiit too much don't even think about it Jjyu he does deserve the insult tho ngl

update I: I really appreciate MC being considerate and trying not to worry the others. Also, when I think about Sitri's H-scene I go to heaven ascend more please and his "don't worry. I can help" just now made my heart flutter so much lmao Paimon being worried, too? <3

update II: it's the subtle shit that shoots me in the heart wooooo

update III: yeah! besties help each other

update IV: roll with it, girl. He's gonna do you in a few anyways, so I'd say him calling you his bestie should be the least of your, um, 'problems'

update V: he feeds my nonexistent hope only to starve it again. I'm going to treat myself to his H-scene again soon. It's perfect in every way, food for my heart pun fully intended and I wish there was more because my god

update VI: lol Paimon quickly catching on to the meaning behind Sitri's 'I can help' and insisting to rain on his parade? Everyone has to get a turn but still, pls Sitri for the main course, Zagan for dessert and Satan for breakfast

update VII: oooooh, something new this time

update VIII: oh my. Mirrors. It's full of mirrors. Meaning he'll be able to see MC in every single mirror as he rails her, so no matter where he looks, he'll see her blushing, like the quote says. Nice thinking, Paimon lol

update IX: oh yeahhh there's going to be more 'steps' this time. You better undress EACH OTHER this is exciting

update X: 'play,' you say, eh?

update XI: one word: YES

update XII: I see. I really see. Uh-huh. I can read his mind

update XIII: fucking hell, it's already lunchtime! The subtle stuff, it's always the subtle stuff

update XIV: he's behaving the total opposite of his appearance skjbkebsjf like 'you WILL look at the mirror and you WILL see what I'm going to do to you' mhm

update XV: dear Lord the mere concept of it. Exquisite have a gold star

update XVI: YEAHHHH

update XVII: MC gets it. This is what I was talking about in my other post ugh yaaaas

update XVIII: no but him telling her what to do? "Place your hands on the wall" GODDAMMIT PAIMON YES

update XIX: rockin' yours truly is vibing with this

update XX: holy mother of— his arms and thighs, yo

update XXI: even MC is like holy cow this is unreal but I'm like girl, say that to porn. THIS, ON THE OTHER HAND? THIS IS ARTISTIC But WHERE IS THE BLOOD??? WE NEED PAINT

update XXII: good stuff munch munch

update XXIII: that last part? Paimon taking a mirror, throwing it on the ground and ordering MC to gaze down at it? Then MC nutting falling apart because of that? YUP.

update XXIV: compensating for lack of blood with fluff isn't a substitute for ketchup quite enough, but this was really nice, so...the fluff, here it comes!

update XXV: leave it to MC to end things with a bang

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6.1.2024

+note: this was really good. I was, however, expecting there to be blood. I do understand the reasons for staying on the safe side, but honestly, it's sad and unfortunate that this avoidance has to be practiced when the game itself is founded on dark and unusual themes—that alone should be a pass for unorthodox things to be injected into it. Including Paimon's Haematophilia would've sprinkled extra spice and given an even more unique dash to this scene. The sheer contrast with his sweet appearance would've truly been a cherry on top.

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edit 1: well guys, guess what! It's time for one of THOSE battles again. You know, 3-48 with those screeching angels how tf is something so horrendous an angel and the spike-shitting ones! I said it was coming, didn't I? So woohoo, I was right got stuck again I expected this to happen after the H-scene tbh, the battles were much too easy IMMA HOPEFULLY PASS WITH THAT SINGLE L CARD OF MINE THO maybe not because I refuse to spend my lesser keys just yet, so let's see how many days it'll take me to pluck some feathers this time (update 2: this girl definitely isn't passing with her one L card)

edit 2: dude this battle is hellish difficult FR (update 1: I take that back. It's hardcore+) so for now DOWN WE GO AND DEFEAT IT IS, BOYS pffft (update 3: I just promoted Satan's card for the last time *coolly crosses fingers* but tell you what, everyone other than Satan is quickly skipping to the other side Satan isn't gonna be of much help on his own) (7.1.2024, update 4: you're telling me there's one more promotion to get to level 90? Lmfao hell nah bro I'm not doing it. Noooooooo)

edit 3: OMFG I— This is irrelevant to what I was talking about but it's memorable asf lol so, I was shuffling through the characters I have and scrolling their opinion sections. I once again found myself thinking that Gusion is hot because goddamn, he really is. Anyways, in his section someone wrote, "him asking me 'what's 1000-7?' while railing me" and I'm gonna break into a dance because IT'S A TOKYO GHOUL REFERENCE AND AS A HUGE TOKYO GHOUL FAN THE CONTEXT OF IT IS KILLING ME LMAO Whoever is behind that comment, you've got big brains. You deserve 1000 stickers. Gusion would love you lol and most importantly, your idea is making me feel things I can't wait for MC to meet him I also predict that his H-scene will be BOMB

8.1.2024

edit 4: I PASSED. OH MY GOD. I PASSED. I DON'T BELIEVE IT. BARBATOS, ASTAROTH, PPYONG, MY SAVIOURS! YOU PROTECTED SATAN AND SAVED ME! Let me mention what happened, though, because my God. The third time was the charm in this case. After try upon try, I almost won, but then Satan died, so no can do. That was near-win number one. On my second almost-victory, I had 2 angels left but they were the screaming ones—I had two remaining hearts, so I was was just about to either move Satan and use his Ultimate attack or let one of them pass but guess what? NO MORE MOVES! Satan's HP was near zero so he goes *poof* and I lose with hope because WE CAN ALL SEVEN OF US KICK BUTT AS WE ARE AFTER ALL! The third time, though? Rattle 'em, boys we got it in the bag! Anyways, I'm elated. TIME TO CONTINUE THE STORY and perhaps not celebrate just yet, because I'm certain more battles like this one are on the way. But wow, it really did take three days this time too!

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update XXVI: ugh he can't help it <3

update XXVII: I'm sorry, but...SMELLY FLY? Pffff

update XXVIII: Jjyu's insults are weird asf lol I mean, 'you're worse than a pill bug' and 'you're like spittle'? lmao

update XXIX: It's heartbreaking and unjust that devils have lost a lot because of angels. Belial lost his voice, Andre lost his family and friends...it's so sad and unjust. And the fact that Belial spoke on his own when he thought MC was Solomon is so sweet and touching. There's so much meaning and emotion behind this gesture.

update XXX: excuse me while I obsess over the fact that he has to have his hands on her or be near her somehow

update XXXI: this is truly so sweet. And Belial seems to be very gentle and get emotional quite easily. I love that so much

update XXXII: what the angels are doing is monstrous. What the hell

update XXXIII: when someone is as anguished as this, nothing can truly comfort them, but he really deserves a long, silent hug until his tears just start to fall and some of the pain gets out

update XXXIV: thank you for being kind to him, MC <3

update XXXV: he's so hurt and heartbroken. I feel so sad for him

update XXXVI: it seems that I've already put 30 images, so I can't add more, but Belial thanking MC for acknowledging his sadness, and Jjyu immediately following after with "you bedwetter!" is hilariously smart lol because come on, he is NOT wrong she IS a bedwetter, just not in the sense he means

update XXXVII: now it's Bimet's turn to add a light touch to this emotional scene, apparently, because MC and Belial are both crying, Belial is wiping MC's tears (he's so sweet, I love him so much already) MC, you should wipe his tears too and cue Bimet coming in with "I can't see through my tears. Condolence money pls :(" lol I adore him

update XXXVIII: lmao everyone is thinking about how vile Bimet is and is glaring daggers at him. Meanwhile, Mammon is just *proud* like 'THAT'S MY RIGHT-HAND MAN, EVERYONE!'

update XXXIX: Sitri, my sweet...sometimes, only sometimes, the one thing you seem to hear well is heartbeats. Satan probably got a sore throat because of how often he's told others that MC is Solomon's daughter and not Solomon himself, yet you still insist that she is indeed Rika? Solomon I GET THAT YOU MISS HIM A BUNCH BUT PLEASE, SITRI, LISTENNN And now, look at this man as he scolds Ppyong for 'saying that Belial is dead' when all the poor marshmallow ever did was repeat again and again that BELIAL IS NOT DEAD never worry, though, Sitri, for I still love you to bits

#what in hell is bad diaries #what in “hell” is bad #what in hell is bad #whb #whb paimon

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wishing-stones · 7 months

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Do you have any headcanons for what the boys would do for comfort? Like- things that are both mental and people? (Ex: what they would do if a person was making Ren uncomfortable/sad/stressed)

If someone else is a problem, they'll quickly not become a problem, one way or another.

Generally, these guys are fairly intuitive in how they administer comfort, but for go-to's:

Killer tries to get you to focus on him rather than whatever's bothering you. He prefers to stay close and provide physical comfort-- cuddles, nuzzles, kisses, touches-- whatever it is to get your mind off of it and either calm you down or redirect you. He'll also attempt humor, if he knows he can get a laugh out of you that way. Dust provides mostly silent comfort, but is fairly physical about it. He'll hold you and cuddle close, occasionally murmuring something softly to you. He might also fall back on old humor to try and make you laugh-- these are terrible jokes and puns. Absolutely horrendous. Groan-inducing. But hey, you're smiling. Axe will hold you until you calm down. He might rock with you as well, cradle you and just rumble sweet nothings and reassurances. Comfort food is obviously on the horizon, but he wants you to be okay before then, too. He's very gentle and sweet. Cross holds you very protectively. He'll brush away tears occasionally or murmur affirmations, but most of the time, he's holding you and keeping an eye out over your shoulder. Guarding you. It's what he does best. If it's really bad.... he might sing. Something soft and sweet while he holds you and sways with the beat. Baggs will only intervene with his magic if he feels it's necessary. Even then, he'll only really reach out through his words to calm you down rather than sieze full control. Little breathing instructions, common guided meditation techniques, and very gentle touches-- a hand over your hair, stroking your cheek, rubbing your back... He's very good at this, and honestly... kind of enjoys the intimacy of it. Nightmare will remove the problem immediately and hold you until you've calmed down. Chances are he's moved you somewhere private and quiet. Potentially warm and dark. He'll stay wrapped up with you until you're calm enough (he can tell) and check in with you. He is exceedingly gentle, and has probably been subtly siphoning off the words of the negativity from you.

#k answers #k headcanons #feat. r&r crew

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Cyno with a reader that is in a long distance relationship with him? I know there was one kinda like that with Tighnari but how about one where it's someone from Mondstadt who becomes penpals with him through work, and it starts to grow into a more personal relationship. Maybe Kaeya is the wingman and he tells the reader he won't tell the acting grandmaster about your less than professional letters if you agree to go along to see him when you have your days off.

Oh okay! Nice idea, at least nobody else is being the dick in this prompt and it's a more fluffy idea than most of mine lol. Gender neutral reader.

It started with a case in Sumeru where an individual from Mondstadt had been stealing identities to gain access to information they were not qualified to read into. Being the main person for evidence, he writes to you. Attached is also a picture someone managed to snap, most likely Cyno based on how good quality it was, and he requested for any information. The only lead he had that this person came from Mondstadt was the times they slipped up with conversations by ending conversations with 'Let the wind lead', only to backtrack and explain they were intending on travelling to Mondstadt.

Turns out, it didn't take long for you to find out who this person was. A former knight that had been struck off after being caught taking bribes from treasure hoarders to give false information, as well as stirring up trouble in various groups by giving false identities.

This was not an isolated case, you found when you were investigating said individual. They had a small yet sizeable group with them, working with each other to make lucrative and comfortable lives through identity theft and selling confidential information. You disclosed these individuals as well, giving the mugshots that were taken when they were busted as well, explaining to the General Mahamatra that you thought there was a chance these individuals may be pulling similar stunts. This ultimately led to the conviction of not only the individual Cyno asked about, but about everyone who worked alongside them. Turns out, all of them were poorly disguised as researchers, it was just easier to identify the initial suspect.

After that, you found at least once a week, the General Mahamatra wrote to you without fail. At first, it was sprinkled in questions that could come across as him trying to find out when you were available for a work meeting, but they started to progress into the obvious personal questions that only penpals would write. In your letters, you didn't try to hide your friendly responses. In turn, he started writing more of his dad jokes.

His way of confessing to you was in the form of many puns. You discovered after reading all the sentences that the first letters of every sentence were an admission of him gaining romantic feelings for you, despite only knowing you by word. In response, you put effort into writing a confession in return, as well as pressing a Mondstadt specialty into the paper.

"So, who's this Cyno you keep writing to?" Kaeya teases, you covering the paper with your hands in shock. "Don't worry, I won't tell. However, I have a condition." He walks in, closing the door as he reads the letter Cyno wrote in the hopes of finding his address. "You have to visit him when you are next available."

"But he's always on the move, how will I find him?" You ask.

"Your specialty is digging up evidence. I'm sure you have safe and logical methods to do so." Kaeya shrugs, leaning on the desk. "This Cyno certainly has some...interesting jokes." Kaeya winces as he reads a particularly horrendous pun that didn't translate to pen and paper at all. Reading on, he lets out an audible 'aww' when he realises Cyno's been writing sweet love notes to you in hilichurlian. As odd as it was, he found it endearing that the man had found a way to flirt - even if it was incredibly strange.

"What kind of methods would I use?" You ask, your head resting on your hand as you hum to yourself. "All I know is he's always stationed in Sumeru..."

"You're using one right now." Kaeya chuckles, lifting himself off the desk and walking out. "If you don't do this, I'll tell the Acting Grandmaster about these letters. I mean that." He threatens lightly.

"Excuse me?" You call out to a forest ranger, letter for Cyno in hand. "Excuse me?"

"I heard you the first time, give me a moment." The forest ranger responds. He finishes writing his conclusions to a test on a clipboard, getting up and facing you. "How may I help you? Are you lost?"

"Well, I'm looking for someone." You begin. "Specifically, I'm looking for the General Mahamatra."

"...One moment, please." The man hesitates, running towards a building. A second later, he emerges with the forest watcher. "Master Tighnari will be able to assist you with this better than I could wish to."

"Ahh, are you _?" Tighnari catches on, your eyes widening. "Cyno doesn't stop talking about the letters you send at the dinner table."

"Well, I was hoping to deliver this letter myself. That way, we'd both be able to see each other in person for the first time." You explain, looking to Tighnari for some advice.

"Tonight I'll be meeting up with the General Mahamatra as well as some other friends. I suppose you can come along as well as you're well behaved and you know how to play-"

"Genius Invokation TCG? Love that game!" You cut Tighnari off, the man in front of you wincing as he realises you are somewhat similar to Cyno.

That night, you and Tighnari were sat at the table.

"Good evening, Tighnari." Cyno nods, pulling out a chair and taking a seat. Looking over, he doesn't recognise you. "Is this a friend of yours?"

"Not exactly..." Tighnari pauses, looking at you. He realises you're nervous, to the point you can't speak. "This is your penpal."

"Oh, it's nice to finally meet you. Your evidence has certainly helped with many cases in Sumeru, I must thank you for your assistance." Cyno nods, the faintest hint of a smile crossing his face.

"And it's nice to meet you to. Uhh, I mean it's nice to know what you look like. Not that I thought you were going to be ugly, but...oh no." You ramble out, digging a deeper hole with every word.

"Hey guys, how- oh, who is this beautiful stranger?" Kaveh asks, Alhaitham nudging him in the side as he catches onto Cyno's glare. Alhaitham looks around, realising there was only one free seat, and this seat is quickly taken by Kaveh. "Looks like there isn't enough room for everyone."

"Good, at least I can leave without an-"

"_, sit on my lap." Cyno suggests.

"Are you sure? I don't want to crush you!" You ask, Cyno waving you to take a seat on his lap as Alhaitham begrudgingly takes a seat.

"See?" Cyno purrs into your ear, you now sitting comfortably on his lap. "I'm stronger than I look."

"Get a room, you two." Tighnari rolls his eyes, pulling out his deck of cards as he prepares to duel against Cyno.

"Let's continue this later." You whisper, Tighnari's ear twitching in response to hearing this.

"I've got sensitive ears. Be careful what you say to each other." Tighnari huffs out.

"Wait, what did they...Nevermind." Kaveh stops, Tighnari shaking his head disapprovingly at the question.

#cyno #cyno x gender neutral reader #cyno x reader #kaveh #alhaitham #kaeya #gender neutral reader

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