#but i’m kind of shy when it comes to info dumping about this

[clarissasbakery]

erm silly comic i made like a week ago 🩷 i’m trying to get better at comic formatting.. i used to be so good at it smh

[luveline]

helloooo, how are you? i’ve been rewatching criminal minds and i finally got to the post-prison part, so i’m really missing shy!r and post prison spencer <33 if you’re felling up to writing something for them again, i would love to see it!! maybe when they kiss for the first time or something else (completely up to you, i would love anything that you write hahah) but if you’re not really feeling it at the moment, please don’t worry about it, it’s so understandable 🩷 have the best day!!

ty for your request I love first kisses <3

Spencer takes you for a walk and explains a couple of courting rituals. shy fem!reader, 1.5k

Profiling is still very hard, but seven months into your new job at the BAU, you’ve become proficient in Spencer Reid. You can tell when he’s eager to work, when he’s down about something, when he’s feeling good. He holds himself differently on his good days, he takes care to coil his hair and wears a clean pair of shoes. 

In the bullpen, he’s sitting at his desk beside yours, craned over a desk covered in loose papers, books, and files. You attempt to hide your approach, lest he startle. 

“Good morning,” he says. 

“Good morning.” Can’t hide anything. He’s been an agent for ninety percent of his adult life. “What are you doing?” 

“Just reading.” 

You sit at your desk, clearing a space for your bag among your own mess of files and books. Your monitor turns on with a nudge of the mouse. Your screen is filled swiftly by notifications and Outlook, then the FBI messaging system, and then the ‘filing cabinet’ Garcia built to help you understand the insanity that is the BAU online system. It submerges you every morning regardless. 

“What are you reading about?” you ask. Your emails can’t wait, but you don’t want to read them, so you won’t for another ten minutes. 

He stumbles over a breath. 

“Spencer?” 

“It’s courtship rituals.” 

You regret asking. Whenever you and Spencer talk about feelings, or love, or romance, you end up hot as a kettle on a stovetop, steam billowing from your ears. You choked on a mouthful of lukewarm tea a few days ago when he’d mentioned America's developing hook-up culture. 

He doesn’t tell you any more, which is unlike him. Spencer Reid loves to talk, or loves to share what he’s learned. You looked it up —it’s called info-dumping, and it’s usually because the person telling you is so deeply fascinated by the topic they’re investigating that they can’t contain it. It’s a common symptom of ADHD, or autism, or both. Spencer’s done it since the day you met, which is nice. You feel like he trusts you. 

And so you’re wondering now if you’ve done something to make him think he can’t do it today. Or maybe he’s not feeling well. 

You prop your face in his hand and watch him. 

He doesn’t look upset, only focused. 

You hate quiet. You love not talking, but gaps of silence have you overthinking things. Maybe he’s mad. Maybe you’ve finally pissed him off. 

It’s scary because he’s amazingly kind. Overwhelmingly nice. He’s lovely and good looking but it’s his heart that shocks you every time, how he’s looked after you, defended you.

“Spencer, are you okay?” you ask. 

He blinks to attention. “What?” 

“You’re not talking.” 

He grins. “I’m thinking.” 

His smile when he looks like he’s about to laugh is everything. 

“Don’t think too much,” you say as you play with a button on your coat. “Isn’t that what you always tell me?” 

“Don’t think too much because you think about things you don’t need to,” he amends. “You worry about everything.” 

“Well, so do you.” 

“Exactly. I’ll worry enough for you, too.” Spencer gives you a smile you don’t understand. “Will you come to the archive with me? I want to talk to you about something.” 

“Spencer…” He just acknowledged that you worry about everything. 

“Sorry,” he laughs. “Something with no pressure. I’ll explain it as we walk.” 

You shed your coat and walk together out of the BAU offices down a long hallway. You take the elevator down to the ground level, spring air in the hallways, early morning sunshine lapping at your shoes where it’s settled golden against the marble floor. Spencer professes that it’s nothing to worry about again, but he doesn’t elaborate, and your heart begins to pulse too quickly. 

You can’t look at him. 

“I’ve been reading about these courtship rituals and… looking at which ones are the best. There are thousands of them, but contemporary courting isn’t easy. It confuses me. With my last, my only girlfriend, we wrote each other letters. But I wanted this time to be different, because– because love is different?” He grimaces. 

“Love is different,” you agree. You’re not sure who he means, your chest panging in two different beats. Is he… talking about you? “It’s different every time.” 

“I was looking for the more subtle rituals. I kept thinking I’d find the right one, and that I’d know it when I saw it, but I can’t find anything suitable and I might need your help. Um, if you even want to help me.” 

“Of course I do.” 

Spencer slows just outside of the archive’s door. “Everything I read about feels like it would just embarrass you. I picture buying you flowers and I feel like you’d just– just explode.” He says it with affection and apology alike. “I wrote you a poem. Emily told me not to give it to you, though.” 

“You wrote me a poem?” 

“I made you a love spoon, too, but I can’t whittle, and it looks terrible. I even cut my hand, and if you rejected me you’d have to give the spoon back and I think that would make it worse.” 

You turn completely still. The last thing you expected that morning was for Spencer to confess. And he is confessing, a small smile on his face, patience, nervousness, close enough to feel the heat of him beside you. You short circuit in an attempt to compute the magnitude of it; Spencer wants to court you, and you can’t handle it. 

Your exhale shudders out of you. Goosebumps attack your arms. 

“Sorry,” he says quietly, “are you okay?” 

“Spencer, I don’t think you could ever find a way to tell me that wouldn’t make me feel like this.” 

“How do you feel?” 

“How am I supposed to feel?” 

Spencer’s smile fades a touch. “I don’t know. You can feel how you want to feel, it isn’t up to me. But I have feelings for you. I thought you knew.” 

It’s like knowing that the lottery numbers were chosen specifically to match your ticket. The thing he’s talking about doesn’t make sense. 

“Are you kidding around?” you ask. 

“What? No.” He holds your wrist gently. “Of course not.” 

You swallow a lump and try not to overreact, though you’re already doing that. This is a good thing, it is, but he’s him and you’re you and every time he touches you it’s like fireworks are bursting warm and tingly over your skin. You smile at his chest, cheeks dimpling from how wide it stretches. 

“You don’t have to court me, um. Not in any way like that. I’m just like every other girl, you know? I like flowers. I,” —your cheek lists down toward your shoulder bashfully— “probably would feel a little embarrassed, but I like flowers. I can get you flowers.” 

Spencer really laughs. “You want to get me flowers?” 

“Maybe?” 

He laughs again. His eyes lock onto you and his open hand closes on the opposite arm, putting you face to face. “It was my idea,” he says, playfully argumentative. 

“Okay.” 

“You want to hear the poem?” he asks, quietening again. 

You nod slowly. “N’I wanna see the spoon.” 

“Can I please kiss you?” He takes a breath, like he’s been running. “I know this isn’t the right place, but I didn’t expect to want it this badly.” 

“I don’t think there’s a wrong place…” 

“So I can?” he asks, lifting a hand to your cheek, to hold you with care. 

You nod into his approach, find yourself kissed and held tightly in a split-second of warmth and warm smells. His nose touches yours in a kiss of their own, his lips part lightly before pressing in again. Two kisses lend to a third, but then he pulls away to look at you. As quickly as it started, it’s over. 

“You're overheating already,” he says, thumb rubbing a sweet path under your cheek. 

You don’t know what to say. He ducks his head just that little bit to make sure you’re okay. Understanding flows between you both. His hand falls behind your back to pull you in for a hug. 

“I’ve never been the confident one in any of my relationships,” he admits. 

“I usually am.” 

Your deadpan lights him up. His hug turns strong armed, and he walks you back, giggling, arms a comforting vice around you. “You can be the shy one this time,” he says, seemingly unaware of how his using the word ‘relationship’ has thrown you for another loop. 

You’re hot as a furnace all morning. Spencer makes excuses for you, but Emily’s amazing at her job. 

“Jesus, Spence, you didn’t read her the poem? I told you it was too much.” 

[bellasprettywords]

So High School (Spencer Reid x Reader)

a/n: It’s me, hi, so I’m kind of back, although I’ve decided to expand my horizons and also write for Doctor Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds; either way, I hope you like this little writing🤭💕

This one shot is inspired by So High School by Taylor Swift from The Tortured Poets Department, which is my current obsession, so if you are swifties, I hope you guys catch the references 🫶🏼

This is season 2 Spencer, cause I just really dig the shy-sweet vibe

This is not proofread, as it’s 2 am, but I couldn't stop

y/n – your name

Warnings: Friends to lovers (kindish), mentions of alcohol

Word count: 2,409

My Masterlist

Working at the BAU wasn’t easy, but every now, and then you’d have days when all you had pending was paperwork, and you’d catch a break. Like right now, sure, you still had a couple of reports to get through, but overall the mood seemed relaxed, even if you’d been working nonstop for the last 24 hours.

You were typing your reports and sporadically, you’d catch a glance of Spencer Reid’s concentrated face, whose desk was in front of you. Sure, you were work friends, but deep down you knew you had a small crush on the twenty-five-year-old Doctor. Your thoughts were starting to fly away, thinking about Spencer's hair, framing his delicate features, his big eyes, which seemed to move frantically over the computer screen, the way he bit the inside of his cheek when he was invested into his work, and the way his brows were crunching, making small wrinkles in his forehead; when suddenly, your train of thought was interrupted.

“You know what we should do? We should play kiss, marry, kill” Penelope suggested way too loudly coming into the bullpen with a huge grin and walking frantically to your desk.

“What are you even saying?” exclaimed Emily, standing from her chair and approaching your desk

“We still have to finish our reports” said Spencer, who seemed to be glued ho his computer, taping frenetically

“Did I just hear kiss, marry, kill?” Morgan approached your desk and one by one, the gang was coming all together

“Okay, first round, y/n, kiss, marry, kill with Gideon, Hotch and Rossi?” Penelope asked a little too excited for the question

“Come on, I’m not answering that” you said chuckling at the thought of even giving a response

“Comeeeeeee ooooooon” this time Morgan insisted and the absurdity of the question made you laugh so hard, Spencer looked up from his computer

“Fine, kiss Rossi, marry Hotch and kill Gideon, because he has way too much dad energy to kiss or marry him” you said, and your friends burst out laughing

“We are way too sleep-deprived to be here” Emily said chuckling, “Also, I’m starving”

“I have a frozen pizza at home I just can’t wait to devour” you said and suddenly your friend's eyes seemed to sparkle

“Now that I know that, I’m totally going home with you” Penelope said clinging to your arm

“I’m tagging along as well” Emily added clinging into your other arm

“They say three is a multitude, so I’m coming, just to keep you guys in check” Morgan exclaimed, and you couldn’t wait for Spencer to add himself into your plans, but unfortunately, the young doctor was back into his working frenezzy.

“Como on Spence, we are going home” you said hoping he’d tag along to your improvised plan, even if you were almost certain he’d say no, considering he didn’t really talk to you other than work related business; and rarely info dumped on you, which made you a little sad, considering his info dumps were one of the things that you most liked about him.

“Excuse me?” Spencer said crunching his eyebrows and staring over his screen monitor into your eyes

“We… we are all coming to my house to eat pizza, I was… I was wondering if you’d like to come” you stuttered and felt your cheeks become red. Anytime, you’d try to talk to Spencer about anything other than work, words would trip out of your mouth incomprehensibly, your cheeks would flush in a bright shade of red, and you were pretty sure anyone with a brain knew about your crush, specially considering you’d act like a high schooler in love around him.

“Come on man, we can even trow some poker to sweetener the deal for you” Morgan added

“Also, y/n told me that she has the new Grand Theft Auto, so we could play for a while” Penelope tried convincing Spencer appealing to his love for video games, and if it wasn’t obvious before, well, it was obvious now that you were eager to have the boy-genius at your place

“Alright, let me just grab my bag” Spencer said calmly, almost… oblivious to the fact that your friends were playing smooth wingman and wing-woman

“Penny and I are driving together, and Derek is taking his bike, so Reid, you can drive with y/n” Emily said and for a second, you couldn't believe how shamelessly uncool your friends were being about the whole situation

“If it’s alright with you, I’d appreciate riding with you” Spencer told you a little… flustered? No way, you were the one fangirling over him, maybe he was just getting secondhand embarrassment for the whole situation and your friend’s pathetic attempts to get you together.

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The ride home was quite nice, Spencer seemed to loosen up when he got the chance to share statistics on pizza consuming habits in the U.S. and somehow, he managed to incorporate the history of pizza:

“So, a precursor of pizza was probably the focaccia, a flatbread known to the Romans as panis focacius, to which toppings were then added. Modern pizza evolved from similar flatbread dishes in Naples, Italy, between the 16th and mid-18th century” Spencer kept explaining, while you took the chance to steal a couple of glances, even if it was a driving hazard “I’m sorry, I’m sure you are bored with my nonstop chatter” the young Doctor added shyly

“No way, I really enjoy your facts and stories” you said, and a shy smile formed into his lips, so you took a leap of faith, hoping with all your heart he wouldn't be uncomfortable with what you were about to say “I love the way your mind works, I find it amazing how you can just know so much, you know?”

“Thank you, it is called an eidetic memory, most people think it’s weird” Spencer said looking down to his hands, that were lying over his lap.

OH MY GO, WAS DOCTOR SPENCER REID BLUSHING? You were trying your best to hide your excitement, and luckily you were saved by the bell, as without realizing it, you were already parking in front of your apartment building

“So this is me, home sweet home” you said turning off the engine of your car and Spencer gave you a side smile that made your stomach flutter

“Thanks for the drive, and you know, for having me” he said, and you were high on his words; everything about him seemed to fascinate you, but before your mind could go wild, Morgan tapped your car window to let you know he was there, and after a couple of minutes, Penelope and Emily were outside as well

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“I’ll put the pizza in the oven, so maybe we can play a round of poker while we wait?” you suggested as your friends took a seat at the table, and you handed them a beer each.

“That’s what I’m talking about” Morgan said, already shuffling the deck of cards. The game was fun, although Spencer won each and every round. The night was everything you could ask for, Spencer seemed comfortable at your apartment, and he even got around to joking and laughing out loud.

“Truth or dare?” Morgan said spinning his empty beer bottle with mischief in his eyes, and laughs started bursting, until it landed on Emily

“Truth” she said glancing at Morgan with amusement

“Have you even come into work tipsy?” Morgan asked

“Alright, yeah, once when we were working with the Newport Police” she replied calmly “Now, have anything stronger?” Emily asked, lifting her beer bottle

“As a matter of fact, I do” you said standing from your chair and bringing different alcohol bottles, you had a wide selection of whiskey, wine, rum, tequila, and vodka

“What are you? A bartender?” Penelope asked, surprised by the alcohol selection.

“I tried, I even got a book, but between life and work I never got around to reading it” you added pouring your friends a couple of drinks.

Emily spun the bottle, and it landed on Spencer, who gulped a little too loudly, and you couldn’t keep your eyes from his Adam’s apple “Truth or dare, boy-genius?” she asked taking you off from your thought

“I… mm… truth?” he said almost too afraid of what your friends could think about asking him

“Alright, what do you think about y/n?” Emily asked bluntly, and you could see Spencer’s cheeks turning red. Sure, you loved your friends, but their mingling was getting way too obvious for your mental health

“I… I think she’s great, I mean, of course she is incredibly smart, she’s sweet, funny, and she has a special way to always makes you feel heard and taking into consideration. It is undeniably that she’s pretty, I mean, and… yeah that's what I think” Spencer said staring into your eyes, and you couldn't believe it, you literally were wonderstruck.

Did he like you? Did he just admit you were pretty? You were literally on cloud nine when you realized Spencer had spun the bottle, and this time it was facing you

“What’s… What’s your favorite movie?” Spencer asked shyly, and all eyes turned to him

“Come on man, that was your shot” Morgan said leaning into Spencer

“That changes, but right now I’d say American Pie” you said trying not to sound too embarrassed. Secrets were spilled, confessions were made, and shots were taken, until Penelope spun the bottle and once more, it landed on Spencer

“Truth or dare, lover-boy?” Penelope asked a little too excited, which once more made Spencer a little nervous, considering the situation, and of course, the fact that he pretty much just admitted having a crush on you

“Dare?” Spencer said, almost asking

“Uuuh I got a great one, read y/n’s bartender book, and then prepare us some fire ass drinks” she said almost euphoric

“Oh, okay, sure, I can do that” Spencer said released a breath he didn't realize he was holding “y/n, would you mind lending me the book? So I can read it, please?” he asked shyly, and you knew this was your chance to make a move

“Of course, although I’m not sure where it is, so… maybe you can help me find it?” you asked hoping he caught the subtext

“Yes, yes I can help you look” he said, and a little grin formed into his lips

“What about playing the Grand Theft Auto whille they go lok for the book?” Morgan asked smootly, giving you just what you needed, a chance to slip to the side with Spencer

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You were now in your room, with the guy that made your stomach flutter, and once again, you coultn shake away the feeling of being a sixteen year old girl approaching her crush for the first time. Okay, so until now you knew there was a chance he actually liked you, so for the first time, you tried to flirt smootly

“So, the book must me somewhere on this wall” you told Spencer pointing at the wall-tall-bookshelf that adorned your room

“That is an impressive collection” Reid said admiring your books

“Thank you, I like… reading, and of course, books” you mumbled and between the nerves of having him in your room, and the fact that he was aproaching you, starring directly at your eyes, your braing wasn’t braining it. This defenetly wasn’t considered smooth, or flirty

“Truth or dare?” Spencer said coming closer to you

“Truth” you responded almost instantly

“Why is American Pie your favorite movie?” he asked, and the question genualy threw you off

“I know most people think it’s a really stupid movie, but even in those crazy scenarios, the guys get to laugh, and learn about life, sure, it’s twisted, and watching to too your can defenetly cause issues, but I think it’s a great piece of cinematography”

“That’s impressive, altough I can’t judge, as I’ve never got arroud to watch it” Spencer said, moving a little, and turning back to your book collection

“Truth or dare, Doctor Reid?” you asked playfully

“Truth” he said chuckling, and once again, you confirmed his little laughs sent a dopamine charge into your brain that was almost adictive

“What’s your favorite thing from my collection?” you asked, moving your hand motioning your bookshelf

“While you have an impressive Aristotle collection, which I’m a big fan of, right now my favorite thing in this room is not exactly a thing, but a person” he said once again leaning into you, “Truth or dare, miss y/n?” he asked coming even closer to your face

“Truth” you asked playing it safe, as he had suddenly turned into Doctor Smooth Reid, and seeing him take charge, was a side of him, one that you were totally enjoying

“What are you thinking about right now?” he said, leaning a little closer to you

“Actually, all I can think about right now is kissing you” you admited, bitting you lower lip, but not giving him time to answer, you asked “Truth or dare?”

“Dare” Spencer said, with his eyes lingering from your eyes, to your lips and viceversa

“I dare you to kiss me” you said, and as you finished yout sentence, his hand was cupping your cheeck, his other hand was placed on your waste, and his lips were softly crashing into yours. The kiss was soft, and sweet, with a couple of bites in between. One kiss, then another one, and swiftly, Spencer made you turn, placing your back towards your bookshelf and getting closer to you, just like you, he longed for this moment, for your kiss, for your touch. You were enjoyoing yourselves way too much, when you heard a knock on your door, which made the two of you burst out laughing

“We should go back to them” Spencer said, placing a las kiss into your lips

“Maybe next Saturday you can come over, I mean, you can’t go though life without the rite of passage of watching American Pie” you said chuckling, hoping with all your flustered heard he’s say yes

“That would me wonderful, I can’t keep living like this, without watching American Pie, I mean” he said lacing his fingers with yours, and opening the door for you, so the two of you could go back to your friends, who were also laughing from the living room, as they were sure their mission of getting you together had been succesful.

Part 2

I really hope you liked it, let me know if you want part 2, as I'm pondering the idea of the American Pie date.

Kay, love you, bye 🩷

[aestheticaltcow]

Halloween Party

Lip Gallagher x Reader

This a sorta of Halloween request from the lovely @turtle-cant-communicate, also my first Shameless fic! I took some creative liberties but I like it.

Sorority Halloween parties weren’t your scene, but when your roommate returned to the dorm to see you three-quarters of the way through a Chapple Roan-inspired makeup look, she insisted you came with her to one. She argued that you already had the makeup on, and she had a cheetah print bodysuit you could borrow, so you had no excuse not to go out with her. 

You watched her quickly get ready before she pulled you out of your cramped dorm and across campus to Greek Road. You found yourself surrounded by drunk sorority girls and pervy frat guys immediately. Feeling overwhelmed by the crowd, you found yourself in a quiet corner in the backyard as you took a deep breath before hearing a lighter clicking. Lip stood behind you, attempting to light a cigarette with his almost-dead lighter. He looked you up and down, confused by the bold makeup you had on but intrigued by the amount of skin you had on display.

“You’re Youens’s TA, right?” you asked as you analyzed his face. He nodded and put his lighter back in his pocket. Youen’s class was supposed to be your easy A class until Lip took over as his TA. You’d meant to talk to him at the end of class last week, but he’d left the lecture hall before you could speak to him.

“Lip.” he introduced formally. You nodded and introduced yourself, “Didn’t take you as a sorority party guy.” 

He met your comment with a scoff, “I could say the same to you… I like the blue stuff.” he said, referring to your eyeshadow before his gaze fell to your chest briefly. 

You smiled, “Thanks, you know it’s on my eyes, not my tits?” you laughed when you noticed his obvious glance. He chuckled and shrugged, “You’re putting them out there. What are you supposed to be?” Lip asked as he took a drag from his cigarette. “Chappel Roan- I was doing my makeup when my roommate came back to our dorm, and she insisted I come out with her.” you over-explained, feeling suddenly shy over the attention he gave you. 

He shot you a confused look, “Who?” 

“Chappel Roan? She’s a singer. The Rise and Fall of the Midwestern Princess? Redwine Supernova, Hot to Go, Pink Pony Club?” you mildly info dumped as he blankly stared at you. “How do you not know about her music? She a pop-icon.” 

Lip shrugged, “Not into that kind of music.”

“Well, you should listen to her music; she’s probably the artist I played most that year.” you clarified. Lip nodded, “I’ll keep that in mind…” he said, ashing his now-finished cigarette. “You goin’ back inside?” he asked, nudging his head toward the sorority house. You shook your head, “My roommate went home with some guy, so I’m probably just heading back to my dorm.”

“Thanks for the invite. Let’s go,” Lip said, hopping down from the short brick wall he’d been sitting on. You nodded, although you felt confused. You hadn’t meant to invite Lip back to your dorm room, but you felt too awkward about dis-inviting him. 

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Lip had his hands in his jacket pockets as you led him to a dorm building across campus. The walk was short, and the two chatted about what they’d been doing before the sorority Halloween party. After unlocking the door, stepping inside, and allowing Lip to follow, you closed the door and turned to see Lip standing in the middle of the room, taking in the eclectic aesthetic. Your roommate’s side of the dorm was a classic college girl from an early 2000s movie. A soft pink bedspread with coordinating pillows and a highly organized desk with all the different containers you’d get from the container store. Your side was more gay, for lack of a better description. You had your rainbow checkerboard bedspread and an opossum and frog squishmallow in front of your pillows. On the wall, you’d had polaroids of your friends from back home and a couple of posters. Your desk was chaotic, with textbooks, notebooks, and an emptied makeup bag strewn across—a record player to the left of it on top of your mini fridge. Lip nodded, taking in the stark differences. 

“So, is that Chappel Roan?” he asked, pointing to a poster on your wall. You laughed, “No, that Trixie Mattel. She’s a drag queen, but Chappel Roan does draw a lot of inspiration from drag queens because her persona Chappel Roan is essentially a drag queen.” you info dumped at the end of your explanation. Lip chuckled and nodded, “Okay, cool if I sit?” he asked, gesturing over to your bed. You nodded, “Make yourself comfy…” 

Lip nodded, took his jacket off, and set it on your desk chair. You were going to sit next to Lip only to remember you were only wearing a body suit. Quickly, you went to your closet, found an oversized hoodie on the floor, and pulled it on before pulling your hair up into a bun. “Okay, so Chappel time,” you stated, going over to your record player to put on her album. Lip nodded and leaned back on his hands as he watched you scramble around the dorm, over-explaining the details of her discography. 

“You’re really into all this girly pop music and advanced mathematics and science, huh?” he asked, thinking about the stark difference between your educational and personal interests. \

“We need more women in STEM. Also, just because I like girly pop and drag queens and makeup doesn’t take away from my intelligence. I graduated valedictorian of my class with a 4.8 GPA. I’m here entirely on a science scholarship from my project on creating a cleaner combustion engine. How, if we implement cleaner energy production, we can reverse the effects of global warming.” you defended yourself. Lip’s face seemed unphased, “Sorry, I info dump when I get nervous.” you laughed. 

He chuckled, “Do I make you nervous?” 

“I-I... never said you did...” you said awkwardly, playing with the string on your hoodie. Lip nodded and stood up. He stood before you and put his hands on your hips. “Seems like I do, darlin’. " His words made you blush hard. “The real question is, what are we gonna do about it?” he whispered as he leaned closer to you, his lips mere inches away from yours. You wanted to kiss him, but before you could, your door swung open, and your roommate stood in the doorway, “Oh uh… sorry to interrupt…” she stammered. 

Lip chuckled and dropped his hands from your hips, “I should go. See you around.”

[fluentmoviequoter]

My Shy (Ex)Valentine

Part 2 of My Shy Valentine

Pairing: Tim Bradford x shy!fem!reader

Summary: Your relationship with Tim is perfect, until he starts pulling away. After he dumps you, you learn why and have to decide whether you can trust him again.

Warnings: angst to fluff, mentions of death threats and injury, quick reference to insecurities.

Word Count: 4.1k+ words

A/N: I am 100% interested in continuing this series!! Also, I think we should name Hughie's dog and I am open to suggestions.😌

Masterlist | Tim Bradford Masterlist | Request Info/Fandom List

Picture from PInterest

You don’t understand how someone so handsome, kind, and loving can do this to you. Hiding your face, you try to ignore Tim.

“What happened?” he asks, tilting his head to catch your eyes.

“You,” you murmur.

Tim hums, moving a hand from your waist to cup your chin. He kisses you softly, and when you move toward him, he clicks his tongue.

“Needy tonight.”

“Tim,” you groan, leaning against him.

“I’m right here.”

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you sigh.

“Sorry,” Tim says, rubbing your back.

“Hughie said you’ve never mean that.”

“Hughie says a lot of things,” Tim grumbles.

“He said you’re grumpy and overbearing, too,” you add, tightening your arms around him.

“And?”

You shrug, smiling as Tim pushes you away gently. He shakes his head before walking around you.

“You’re not with me,” you offer quietly. “But you are with everyone else.”

“You know why,” Tim replies.

Turning away quickly, you walk to the patio door and let Kojo inside. Kneeling to pet him, you ignore Tim’s requests for you to come back.

“People are going to start thinking you like the dog more than me.”

“He’s nicer,” you mumble, ducking your head behind Kojo as he wags his tail.

Tim steps to Kojo’s other side, looking down at you with a pleased smile.

“I love you,” he says brightly.

“Maybe,” you reply slowly, “you could try to show it like a normal boyfriend.”

“But I’m not a normal boyfriend,” Tim replies, squatting beside you. “And you’re not a normal girlfriend.”

You don’t have a chance to reply before Tim sits, pulling you into his lap. Kojo joins you, laying his head between you and Tim.

“I love you.” Running your fingers through Tim’s hair, you look at Kojo rather than Tim and add, “Sorry I didn’t say it before.”

“No need to say it, I can see it,” Tim responds before pulling you down into a kiss.

✯✯✯✯✯

When Tim returns from driving you home, he gets a text from an unknown number.

Leave her, or she’ll leave you.

Rolling his eyes, Tim blocks the number and continues inside. Kojo greets him happily, then looks around his legs to look for you.

“Miss her already? Me too.”

✯✯✯✯✯

When Tim gets to work the following morning, he’s surprised to see an envelope on his desk. Opening it, he reads the same message as the text from a few hours earlier. 

“Lopez,” he calls, tipping his head to the side to call her over.

“Yes, Timothy?”

Tim hands her the note, watching her eyebrows pinch as she reads it.

“Where did this come from?”

“It was on my desk when I got here. Someone texted me the same sentence last night.”

“Do you- who are they talking about?”

Looking up quickly, Tim admits, “I didn’t think about that. It has to be-“

Angela says your name with Tim. Nyla walks by, and Angela grabs her arm, pulling her over.

“What?” Nyla asks. She sees Tim’s face and looks at Angela to repeat, “What?”

“Someone threatened my girlfriend,” Tim answers. “And I need your help.”

Closing her eyes, Angela wishes she was hearing that phrase from Tim Bradford for any other reason.

“Of course,” Nyla answers. 

“We need the number that texted, and I’ll ask the front desk to look into who delivered the letter,” Angela explains. “And, Tim, we’re here for you and her, okay?”

Tim nods, passing his phone to Angela without looking at your face on the screen.

✯✯✯✯✯

“’Arresting officer: Tim Bradford.’ Let’s see how you like having your life changed in an instant, Sergeant Bradford. That promotion can’t protect you or that pretty thing by your side.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim goes on a call with Metro, and when he returns, Angela shakes her head sadly. The message was from an internet number that can’t be traced, a delivery service passed off the envelope, and there are no other leads about who is threatening you, or why.

Clenching his jaw, Tim returns to his office and considers what he can do. Angela and Nyla are working tirelessly, and he can’t interfere in the investigation but can do other things to protect you. Each passing moment increases his stress, and when his phone rings, Tim ignores your call.

More than stressed, Tim is angry and worried at the same time. He has no other ideas than to distance himself from you. If you’re not at his side, whoever this is can’t get to you. They know his phone number and station, so he has to keep you away. Tim knows it will hurt, but losing you forever would hurt far worse.

When Tim’s voicemail picks up, you frown. Tim almost always answers your calls, so he’s either on a call or something else is happening. Refusing to overthink it, you turn your attention to something else. Tim will call when he can, you’re sure.

✯✯✯✯✯

“This is different,” you say, hugging Tim as he meets you outside a restaurant.

“Wanted to try something new,” he answers, no sign of a joke or attempt to make you shy.

Nodding, you take his hand as he leads you inside. When you’re at the table, looking at the menus, he offers to order for you, and you thank him softly.

“Hughie said he has some new treats for Kojo, and he gave them to me because he thinks I’m Kojo’s favorite,” you tell him after he orders for you.

“He’s right, for once.”

You smile at Tim’s teasing, though it doesn’t seem as intentional and well-meaning as before. Tim is acting different, and after a few missed phone calls and the sudden desire to do things in public, you wish you could find the courage to ask what changed.

“Are you okay?” you ask, twisting the napkin in your lap.

“Yeah,” Tim replies, a small smile on his face. “Are you?”

You shrug, then nod as you look down. The night is spent in relative silence before he kisses you on the cheek and ensures you’re safe in your car before leaving.

It hurts, these sudden changes. You always act like you hate Tim’s teasing, but it’s part of what makes you love him so much. Buckling your seatbelt, you take a deep breath as you begin feeling sick to your stomach. You can’t lose Tim, yet don’t know how to pull him close again.

✯✯✯✯✯

Within a few days, Tim isn’t calling anymore. He has sent a single text, just an update that he has to work and can’t meet this week. Now, layered onto the hurt is a deep sadness. Whatever happened, it’s pushing you and Tim apart. You don’t feel comfortable talking to anyone about it, so you sit alone with your pain. As you settle into this new routine without Tim, you can feel your heart breaking, like a Tim-sized hole has been carved into your very being, with nothing to fill it.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Someone left one on my shop!” Tim yells, storming into the bullpen.

Angela and Nyla rise quickly, rushing to his side as his chest heaves with heavy breaths.

“Same message?” Nyla asks.

“No. This one says, ‘push harder or I’ll start pulling.’ What does that even mean?”

“Timothy,” Angela interjects. “Please tell me you didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?”

“Push her away. You’ve told her about this, right?”

Tim’s jaw clenches, and Nyla and Angela sigh together.

“You need to tell her, right now,” Nyla says.

“What did you do?” Angela demands.

“Just- I’m keeping her out of the way. Far from me,” Tim answers, his anger disappearing as he thinks of you. “If she’s not close, whoever this is can’t find her.”

“Tim, we don’t know that. He knows too much about you, so he could know about her too.”

“Don’t say that,” Tim snaps.

“It’s the truth, Bradford.” Nyla shrugs at his anger-filled look before repeating, “You really should tell her. Otherwise, it just looks like you are pushing her away.”

“I will lose her to keep her safe,” Tim expresses. “So, you do your job and find them, and I’ll keep protecting her however I see fit.”

“Tim,” Angela calls. “When’s the last time you saw her?”

“About a week ago.”

“Well, I saw her two days ago and she’s hurting. Anyone can see it, and the only thing that is going to help her is knowing why you’re treating her like this. Tell her that you’re mad, scared, whatever.”

“I am scared,” Tim whispers. “Scared that no matter what happens, she will get hurt. Telling her could get her hurt, Angela.”

Angela nods, patting his shoulder as she reminds him not to lose sight of you while he works to keep you safe.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim is going to leave you. It’s a constant fear, growing terrified that Tim will finally let go after moving you far enough not to miss you. You feel as though he pushed you to arm’s length, which means it is only a matter of time before he drops you, ready to bring a ‘normal girlfriend’ close. You’ve tried blaming yourself, but Tim reassured you so much in the time you spent together that you can’t even find a reason to do that.

The rift, the growing chasm between you, feels like the Grand Canyon, impossible to cross quickly and easy to get lost in. Lonely nights and the ache of a broken heart are two of the only consistencies in your life, yet you can’t stop loving Tim Bradford.

While you look at a picture of you, Tim, and Kojo, in which you’re kissing Kojo’s head while Tim kisses yours, someone knocks on the door. You still, your mind filled with an image of Tim breaking up with you, saying it’s him, not you.

When you finally open the door, you’re shocked to see Tim.

“Hi,” you breathe out, still half-hidden behind the door.

As open the door, Tim’s mind flashes with an image of you, injured by whoever is sending the threats. Just an hour ago, he received the most detailed of all of them, stating that if he didn’t dump you, someone would be dumping your body. The death threat was enough to make Tim listen.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Tim says. “I’m leaving.”

Tim watches your face fall, then turns on his heel and walks to his truck. He nearly broke at seeing you, wanting nothing more than to pull you into his arms and apologize. Leaving is the only way to make you think he meant it, because he can’t keep this act of not loving you up for much longer.

Pushing the door closed, your breaths grow shorter as you start to cry, sliding down the door to sit on the floor and mourn what you’ve lost, even though you saw it coming.

✯✯✯✯✯

After crying yourself to sleep, you fail to get any rest before getting out of bed again. You want to call someone and talk about what happened, but you’re scared they will see something you don’t, a way you could have saved the relationship. Getting through this alone is the only choice because the only person who can fix your broken heart is the one who broke it.

A loud knock echoes through your house, followed quickly by a bark you’d recognize anywhere. Rushing to the door, you don’t bother putting on a brave face.

“Whoa,” Hughie says, stepping toward you when you open the door. “You haven’t been answering my calls; are you sick?”

You nod, letting him in and turning your attention to his dog.

“I’m going to make you something to eat,” Hughie tells you on his way into your kitchen.

“Um, Hughie?” you ask, looking up with more tears gathering in your eyes (partly because you miss Kojo, if you’re honest with yourself).

“Let me get you something to eat and we’ll talk.”

You let his dog lead you to the couch, where he takes a protective post beside you. The tears begin again, and you cling to him as Hughie works in your kitchen. When he returns to your side, he pulls you into a hug, and you cry in his arms until you feel calm enough to speak.

“Tim,” you begin. “He broke up with me. It started a few weeks ago when he stopped answering my calls and then he acted like he didn’t want to see me. But last night he came over and told me he was leaving. That was it.”

Hughie tries to control his anger as he hugs you again, telling you it’s not your fault and “Tim is a bigger idiot than I realized.”

A wet nose nudges against your arm as you are comforted from both sides and while you appreciate it, you’re not sure it can help.

“You can come back home with me, stay in the guest room. Being alone won’t help you feel better,” Hughie offers.

Shaking your head, you decline.

“Hey, listen,” Hughie says gently. “You’re pale, I can tell you’re not eating. This is making you sick, inside and out. It’s not healthy to live like this.”

“I can’t,” you explain. “Eating makes me sick and I just- I want to know why he did it.”

“You’re crying too much,” Hughie points out. “That would make anyone sick. And as for the why, I wish I knew, because I would make Bradford pay for it, but trust me when I say it’s not your fault.”

You wish you could believe him, but you’re busy being heartbroken and miserable.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Did you go home last night?” Wade asks.

“No,” Tim answers, his eyes scanning the paper again. “Got another threat and I’m trying to help Angela and Nyla. I feel like I should recognize something.”

“Tim, you can’t do this, it’s tearing you apart.”

“I’m doing that on my own,” Tim replies harshly. “This is my fault, Grey. The least I can do is find whoever this is so I know she’s safe. And then, if I’m lucky, I can explain why before I never see the woman I love again.”

“It won’t come to that. Have you heard about how she is?”

“No. I can’t call her and I’m sure Hughie hates me.”

“Yeah, speaking of Hughie, K-9 and Metro have a meeting at nine, so enjoy that. Maybe try to get a few minutes of sleep, you look terrible.”

Wade smiles as Tim chuckles. 

“I feel terrible, too.”

As Tim walks into the K-9 unit, he keeps his eyes down. He’s been avoiding you and Hughie, but a big part of him needs to know how you are.

“Hughie!” someone yells.

Tim instinctively looks up, and Hughie’s angry gaze is already on him. The dog at his side bares his teeth at Tim.

“Cap, do I really need to be here for this or can I continue assisting Lopez and Harper?” Tim asks his captain.

“Sure. They can probably use it.”

Tim ducks out, unable to look Hughie in the eye after what he did to you. Tim is guilty and mad enough without having to hear your best friend fight for your honor or interrogate him. He walks to Angela’s desk, making himself comfortable in a chair beside her as they review the facts.

✯✯✯✯✯

“C’mon,” Hughie urges. “Just for a few minutes and then I’ll take you to lunch.”

You appreciate his efforts to make you feel better, but going to the police station seems like a bad idea.

“I can’t eat,” you mumble.

Hughie sighs, laying his hands on your shoulders. “You have to eat. And you need to get out of this house. I’ll be with you the whole time.” He can tell you’re not convinced, so he adds, “And Tim has been avoiding me too.”

Reluctantly, you agree. The dogs are running the obstacle courses, and you sit at the side to watch as Hughie finishes paperwork in a nearby office. His dog is sitting at your feet, protective and loving as always.

You don’t notice the door open until you’re behind an angry dog, his shackles raised as he lowers his head and growls. Grasping for his leash, you pull it tight against your chest before seeing Tim on the other side of the obstacle course. 

When Tim notices you, he instinctively steps closer, and you have to fight to keep the dog beside you from racing to Tim and ripping him apart (though Tim personally thinks he deserves it).

“I’m sorry,” Tim whispers.

Though you can’t hear it, you read his lips before he walks away. Hughie returns as the door closes, taking the leash and looking at your teary eyes.

“What happened?” he asks.

“I’m going home,” you whisper before taking one of Tim’s moves and leaving without another word.

✯✯✯✯✯

A few hours after you get home, a florist delivers a bouquet of flowers to your door. You wonder if maybe they’re from Tim, but there isn’t a card, so you’re not sure. A few minutes later, though, someone knocks, and you hope it’s whoever sent you the flowers.

Wearing a mask, a man holding a gun stands on the other side of the door as you open it.

“Back up and let me in,” he commands.

You listen, your eyes on the gun as you step backward.

“Get on the floor,” he adds, waiting until your back hits the countertop in your kitchen.

Ducking under the bar top, you curl in on yourself against the cabinets as the man begins looking through your things. Wanting to ask what he is looking for, you wish you could make this go faster, but you’re too scared to speak.

“You see this?” he asks, lifting a picture of you and Tim. “This was a bad idea.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you whisper.

His gloved hands grab your shoulders as he pulls you up to stand and pushes you against the counter again. Suddenly, a third person knocks. You’re not used to so many visitors but, for once, you’re glad to have an unexpected guest.

“Who is coming over?” the man whispers roughly, pressing the gun against your side.

“No one, no one, I don’t know who that is. I never have visitors,” you explain quickly.

“Open it and get rid of them. And if you try to signal for help, I’ll kill you both.”

Nodding, you catch yourself when he shoves you toward the door. You take a shaky breath before opening it.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim feels terrible. He saw the look in your eyes when you realized he was there and how you protected him. Deciding that Angela was right, Tim needs to find you. You’re no longer with Hughie, so there is only one other place to look.

The moment you open the door, Tim notices your scared, tear-filled eyes. He grabs your arms roughly, pulling you outside and pushing you away from the door before he enters. You rush off the porch, standing before his truck as you watch the front door.

“LAPD, put down the gun,” Tim yells, his own weapon leveled on the masked man.

“Sergeant Bradford,” he spits. “We meet again.”

“Put down the weapon!”

The man lowers the gun to the floor, sliding it to Tim’s feet before dropping to his knees and ripping his mask off. Tim watches him as he calls dispatch and requests backup.

“This isn’t over,” the man says. “You arrested me once and I got out. Ruined your little girlfriend out there. What makes you think I won’t do it again?”

“Shut up,” Tim demands.

“We got it,” Nolan says, taking over as he and Celina enter the house.

Tim nods his thanks before holstering his gun and exiting the front door to find you. Angela and Nyla will be here soon, but Tim’s attention is on you, sitting on the driveway in front of his truck. As he approaches, he offers you a hand, his heart breaking again when you move away.

He knows you better than he realized, because this isn’t your usual shy reaction. You’re scared, or at least so hurt that you’re scared to trust him again.

“Can I sit down and tell you what happened? Just listen for a few minutes, that’s all I’m asking,” Tim requests. “I know it’s more than I deserve.”

Looking at your hands in your lap, you nod slowly. Tim crosses his legs beneath him as he sits.

“It started the last time you came over to my house. When I got home, I got a text that said, ‘leave her or she’ll leave you.’ I blocked the number, thought it was a prank, but I got the same letter at work the next morning. I- I thought pushing you away would keep you safe. The threats continued, and when I got one that said I had to break up with you…”

“Or what?” you pry.

“They’d kill you,” Tim whispers. “I’m so sorry. Angela kept telling me to tell you, but I truly thought I was helping, protecting you. Then, earlier today, I finally realized she was right. Sorry it took me so long. I, uh, I came straight over after that. Please believe me when I say my feelings haven’t changed, I still love you. This was just a misguided attempt to protect you and I’m sorry.”

As he finishes, your eyes are still down, so he closes his eyes and leans his head back against the truck.

“Did you mean it?”

Tim opens his eyes at your whisper. He shakes his head, promising, “I only did it to protect you. I want this, I want you.”

You look away again, and Tim thinks it’s over, that he ruined his relationship with you. Until you take his hand, look at it, and drag your fingers along his palm.

“I forgive you, Tim, but-“

“You can’t trust me again yet. I get that, but I will do everything in my power to show you that I love you and this will never happen again.”

Licking your lips, you trace the lines on his hands and try not to spur him on.

“Do you want me to like, hire a skywriter? ‘Cause I will; I’ll tell this whole city how much I love you,” Tim continues.

He grins when he sees your smile reappear at his teasing.

“You’re still the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” Tim sighs. “Even when you’ve been crying, and you should dump me.”

“You’re being unfair,” you mumble as you turn toward him, dropping your gaze to his waist.

“You don’t have-“ to ask.

Hugging Tim tightly, you don’t care that the concrete is digging into your knees. He returns your hug, dipping his face into the crook of your neck, clinging to you like you’ll disappear (again).

“I love you,” you whisper.

Tim moves, pulling you into his lap and chuckling at your surprised, shy gasp. “I love you,” he replies.

Tim stands with you still in his arms, and you push yourself against him, hiding from him and enjoying his presence simultaneously.

✯✯✯✯✯

“You’re smiling!” Hughie yells, rushing to your side as you enter the K-9 unit. “Did you- is Tim okay?”

You chuckle as you nod, petting his dog as you tell Hughie what happened. He nods and gasps along with your story, and when you stop with Tim’s confession, he presses to know if you kissed.

“Don’t ask her things like that, she’s shy,” Tim calls.

You smile at him; you expected him to come by but you're still glad to see him. Hughie’s dog positions himself between you and Tim.

“Hughie,” Tim says. “I’m sorry for everything I did to her.” He looks at you to add, “And I’m sorry for what I’m about to do.”

He steps toward you, and Hughie’s dog growls. Tim pouts, his complete focus on you as he asks, “Can you please ask Hughie to tell his dog to let me hug you?”

The way he asks makes you want to say no, but you also want a hug, so you oblige him, glancing over at Hughie. He snaps his fingers, muttering a command before the dog trots to his side.

Tim hugs you, whispering that Angela wants to talk to you. He and Hughie watch you walk away, both glad you’re back to yourself.

“Do something like that again and I won’t stop the dog,” Hughie says.

“Noted.”

Tim jogs to catch up to you, ducking his head by your ear to say something. You look away from him quickly, clearly growing shy. Hughie shakes his head before looking at his dog.

“I don’t get it, bud, but at least she’s happy again.”

[shadecrux]

About/RP Info

~~Short About~~   This is a mixed blog!  You’ll find RP, fandom posts, my art and writing, memes, informational posts... really all kinds of things, I apologize to anyone who follows me for only one kind of content - you’re not gonna get that.  I don’t have any sideblogs, so everything all gets dumped here babeyy.  .  

I am selectively open to new RPs either on here or via discord!  

Looking to begin publishing my fics here on tumblr as well as branch out with my writing.  I’m not ready to open for requests yet, but in the future I would like to give it a shot!! 

If doing character asks, please specify which muse! 

------------------ Current Hyperfixations:  

Bucky Barnes lord help me. Loki, Sylvie, Sylki, yes.  WTNV - currently relistening to all of itttt.  ~disclaimer~ I suffer from a handful of mental and physical illnesses that can sometimes make functioning difficult. Some of these conditions incur chronic pain, and flare ups, bad days, mood shifts and so on can mess me up a lot.   So if I’m ever slow to reply, or miss a fic request or comment, or come off in some unintended way in a post I promise, it’s not you - it’s just my brain. I am find with being poked and reminded about things as long as it’s not excessive.

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Characters

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Muses: 

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Ariadne Hart (OC): 

https://www.tumblr.com/shadecrux/720088100795236352/rp-bio-ariadne-hart?source=share

Sylvie Laufeydottir: 

https://www.tumblr.com/shadecrux/720088070497697792/rp-bio-sylvie-laufeydottir?source=share

Fandral The Dashing: 

https://www.tumblr.com/shadecrux/720088127999508480/name-fandral-the-dashing-sex-male-gender-cis?source=share

In the past I’ve written as Loki and The Grandmaster as well but those muses have been weak lately. 

Other Characters

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RP Side Characters I’ve written as:

The Grandmaster, Thor, Volstaag, Hogun, Kang, Frigga, Odin, Laufey, Freyja, Freyr. 

Characters I would like to RP as: 

Rocket, Wanda, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes

For purposes of fic writing or roleplay side characters, I will write anyone and everyone~! 

For RP mains I only like to write as ones I feel a bit confident in, but I am willing to experiment with the caveat that I might fail at them. 

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RP Basics

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1. I am open for canon, canon-divergent and AU RPs with canon characters or OCs! 

2. I am 33 and I require RP partners to be over the age of 18. Age MUST be in bio.  

3.  Open to RPs of all ratings and ships as determined by plot and chemistry.

4. Any adult writings will be tagged as such and beneath a page break.

5. I’m very adaptable with my roleplay replies! If you want multi-paragraph RP with all the trimmings I can do that! If you prefer shorter form, I can do that too. All I really need is for replies to at least be a couple of sentences and i am happy to adapt within that scope. 

6. I typically write third person, past tense, but I am willing to adjust if a partner prefers something different.

7.  If we are writing with longer replies, I am okay with minor things being written for my character if it fits!  Such as being led somewhere, the continuation of some action from the previous reply, and so on. If something goes too far I’ll be sure to let you know - I’m quite easygoing but I don’t want to be god-modded either.

8.  I  can be a little shy/awkward but I can promise I’ll always be kind!

9. I like to talk plot in ooc. Check in with how people are feeling about things, talk about replies or upcoming plot points to be on the same page, clarify things, etc.  I encourage my RP partners to do the same - I am very happy to hash things out, plot together or make corrections and clarifications if need be. 

10. I do have some triggers and limits when it comes to RP but I would rather discuss those privately as opposed to posting them up out here. I have very few hard limits overall though. 

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Will and Won’t  Writing and RP 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wil write: Most things to be honest.  I can do fluff, I can do angst, I can do smut and any combination of those. I am comfortable with most adult and difficult topics. I LOVE writing combat, and I really should do more whump. Most kinks are alright. Will mess with incest and certain flavors of dubcon/noncon.  Won’t write: Underage NSFW, Kinks involving scat or vomit or other very dirty sorts of kinks.  Might write: Darker noncon scenes (in fics, I can’t handle it in a RP) , kinks/characters I am not familiar with, really if anything isn’t on one of these lists just ask. I can write about a character throwing up or being sick but would prefer not to go into great detail as it can be a trigger for me.

[ohwowimlonley]

If you’re too shy

marvel, harry potter, and/or criminal minds

i’m kind of introverted but i get energetic around those i feel comfortable around. i think i’m kind (?lol). my friends call me delusional 🤞 uhh i love the sky and everything about it. i show love through acts of service orr gift giving. i’m almost 5’9 (like a bit shorter)

anyways CONGRATS!! super happy for you <33

[join the party!]

Marvel -

Loki. I just love the grumpy x sunshine of it all. You running around and telling him about all the cute things you’ve done in the day while he tells you that Bucky tried to throw me out the window again :(

Harry Potter -

Fred! He’s such a prankster so you guys just have sooo much fun together. Sometimes he tries to get George to pretend to be him but you always see through it. He invites you to come help him work on new inventions for the shop but you basically just sit on the workbench and play with his hair and hold tools for him :)

Criminal minds -

Spencer! He loves how energetic you are, but he can get you to calm down pretty easily (getting you to lay on his lap while he reads a book out loud). He also goes cloud gazing with you and info dumps about the sky and the sun (will accidentally emotionally scar you with a strange fact then tell you he was joking when he sees your face)

[faerune]

lil info dump about the robbmira brood :3c

eddard - their firstborn. called ed by his close friends and family. mentored by sansa to be her heir when she passes. they have a really great relationship and he really respects her. spends his whole childhood learning to listen to the women around him imho. he’s incredibly intelligent and loyal, possessing the good traits of both is parents - politically savvy and a dutiful, noble heart. he’s more serious like his mother. it’s not surprised that he’s known as “good king ed” during his reign. he finishes a lot of his mother’s projects in rebuilding the north and nurturing art, culture, tourneys, etc. in true northern fashion. he’s also very devout in his belief in the old gods.

rickon - their secondborn! he’s more timid about ruling despite being first in line to inherit mira’s seat of hawkharbor when she passes. he isn’t very booksmart but he’s very loyal, gentle-hearted and kind. a huge mommy’s boy and also loves his sisters a lot. as such, his younger sister lyla he sees as better to inherit hawkharbor over him which mira respects greatly and robb comes to understand when rickon joins sansa’s queensguard. he really wants to protect his family. he serves in his brother’s kingsguard as well. im thinking he has a little smth smth with someone he’s Not Supposed To because i love forbidden love

lyla - the picture of her mother in looks and personality but inherited robb’s warmness. she idolizes mira and mimics her when she’s young :’). she’s very much a Mom. a rule follower and does Not Have Time for her younger (or older) siblings shenanigans. even more serious than ed. she feels she has a lot to live up to. very intelligent and is a good ruler when rickon abdicates the hawkharbor seat. she’s got the sharp mind and temperament to continue slate’s good name. 

ayara - named for arya, she bears a remarked resemblance to said aunt much to arya’s excitement. she loves horses and is often off riding when she should be studying much to her mother’s exasperation. she’s quite good with a bow and can rival ed in sword fighting. i’m not quite sure what she ends up doing in her adult life but she’s quite the troublemaker and very wry and sarcastic. lives for making lyla and ed’s jobs harder.

catelyn - one of the few robbmira babies who get the tully red hair! soft-hearted and such a daddy’s girl. the apple of robb’s eye. she loves to garden and read. also very devout like her big brother ed. a bit shy but if you get a few drinks in her at feasts she loves to dance. really, really wants to be a Lady and a mother to which mira is like ok that’s not ALL you can be and she’s like but that’s what i want. and mira is like ok ok ok. so robb and mira really work to find her a good, kind husband im thinking in a similar fashion to the maiden ball for aegon iii. 

bryden - EMO KID. he’s the baby but hates being doted on. wants to be Independent and is sulky a lot of the time. spends quite a lot of time with his nose in the books and next to lyla is probably one of the smartest of the six kids. i honestly can see him either becoming a member of eddard’s small council or joining the night’s watch. he’s basically if aemond and jon snow had a baby

[lavenderpop]

Hihihi!! Your ocs are hella cute (absolutely adore their designs and ur art style!!), and I see ur open to questions abt ur aus so 👀👀👀

Tell me abt your ocs and the AUs they're apart of :0? Ik ur prev posts have some stuff abt them, so tell some stuff that ya haven't said yet :D

Ik that's not rlly a question but hey, a prompt to dump more info abt ur little lads either way XD

thank you so much! 😊💜

trying to figure about which of my ocs to talk about is so hard for some reason lol

these are my Hamato teens for the Fate of the Flowers au! during the main storyline (which would line up with the start of the canon series) Blossom is 12, Valentine is 14, Artemisia is 16, Charlotte is 13, and Moxie is 19!

⚠️CW: mentions of some sibling angst, and underage drug use (weed)

🌸 Blossom 🌸

a lot of her quirks and personality traits are based off of me when i was a kid! i actually didn’t plan on that at first, but i’m starting to lean into it more.

she definitely was obsessed with Warrior Cats at some point, her and Mikey drew pictures of everyone’s catsona.

while Raph is her favorite sibling, Donnie is definitely a very close second. before AND after he made her translation necklace. she enjoys listening to him talk and ramble about the things he makes.

she loves plants! she has a lot in her room that are all fake tho 🥺 (Moxie allows her to fill their house with plants since she can’t have real ones)

💕 Valentine 💕

she’s practically another Leo: goofy, unserious, and has the most godawful humor ever. her and Leo laugh at each others jokes all the time, everyone else hates it.

a true fashionista, loves all kinds of clothes and styles! she loves dressing up and even dressing her siblings up, her favorite model is Mikey because he enjoys dressing up as well and is very carefree when it comes to most styles.

Val is not a quiet person, she’s loud and obnoxious and isn’t afraid to speak what’s on her mind. so if she is quiet? one of two things is going on: 1.) someone is getting the stare down of a life time, i’m talking could-bury-you-six-feet-down type of glare. or 2.) she’s really REALLY sad. it doesn’t happen often, but there are sometimes where she’s just unexplainably sad.

lovingly bites her siblings 💕 nothing weird or too hard, but she just… NEEDS to chew on something. usually it’s Raph that lets her nom on his arm like a chew toy bc he has the toughest skin, but sometimes Temi allows it. (Donnie tried making a chew stim toy for her but she ended up shredding it after a day)

🦉 Artemisia 🦉

Temi is cool, calm, and collected. it takes a lot to startle or faze her in anyway. think of past variations of Leo.

i chose silver as her color bc i read that silver is one of the colors that the goddess Artemis likes! which is also why her marks look like moons.

she spends most of her time meditating, mainly for practice but also bc that’s how she gets her visions! it’s important that she has a vision every other week otherwise she’ll start getting migraines and even bouts of vertigo.

like Donnie, she doesn’t enjoy physical touch. most of the time it makes her skin feel like it’s burning but occasionally she’ll get really cuddly and everybody takes advantage of this time to get as much physical touch in as possible. (sometimes she feels really bad about it, but everyone assured her that there’s nothing wrong with it)

🦈 Charlotte 🦈

when given the choice to pick out her own mask color, she wasn’t sure which one to pick because she didn’t exactly have a favorite color. she ended up choosing a dark red because it reminds her of Raph and she always wants to remember what he did for her.

Raph picked out her name, she didn’t exactly have one beforehand so everyone was trying to think of a suitable name for her and he came up with Charlotte because it means “free man”. it ended up making her cry tears of joy.

she’s actually quite shy at first and extremely unsure of herself, it makes her frustrated because she feels like she was robbed of a childhood with her siblings and watching them interact makes it worse. (she knows it’s not their fault, but it doesn’t make it any less painful)

she does not get along with Mikey, plain and simple. she doesn’t hate him or anything like that, but he does help out Draxum to get his life together and it makes her… mildly uncomfortable (and slightly annoyed, but she won’t ever tell anyone that). you know that episode where they all come over with the promise of having dinner with April’s mom but it’s actually Draxum? yeah, she was there for that. she took one look at his face and left immediately, even after Mikey asked her to stay. it was too painful.

👾 Moxie 👾

they are a grumpy, angsty bitch. honestly comes across as really harsh and mean to everyone but the turtles (they’ve all dealt with Donnie their whole lives, they aren’t deterred)

their birth mother is actually a bakeneko yokai who met Lou Jitsu while she was working for Big Mama, making them half yokai. (i’m actually planning on writing something on how this gets revealed and who exactly her mom is)

despite acting like they don’t like the turtles, each of them are welcome in their house at any hour. they truly care about them a lot but would rather eat hot iron nails than admit that <3

80% of the time, they are high as shit. the only time they aren’t is when they’re working (ie. streaming, hacker tasks, situations that need their upmost focus) or if they head over to the lair. they surprisingly don’t want the turtles to know about their weed usage.

[oceandiagonale]

Thought I'd post a little (or not so little- oops sorry) info dump of my boy Lux for an OC Sunday since I've made some slight changes to his personality...

So here's some little facts about Luckless (I'd say the trio but I'm still working on the other two)

1) For no apparent reason, he can mimic almost any sound or tone as long as it's made by an organic lifeform (Pokémon cries, whistling, etc)

2) He can feel the emotions of the living beings around him, which is one of the reasons he seems so anxious and overwhelmed the majority of the time- it's cuz he is. Just because he can feel these emotions, though, it doesn't mean he understands them (my poor boi has no idea what's going on)

3) I've spoken about his pain tolerance before, but I've kinda changed it a little. Rather than not feeling as much pain as "normal" human beings, he's just more likely to not notice any wounds or illness thanks to his COMPLETE lack of self-awareness in terms of his physical health. Plus, if he does somehow manage to notice something's wrong with him before it becomes a massive problem, he instinctually hides it from others and tries to convince himself he's fine (he's not aware of why he does this either) He also often forgets that he's a human being that requires food and sleep which leads to all sorts of problems 😅

4) He easily gets scared by sudden movements, flashes of light and loud sounds. (Thunderstorms are a nightmare for him, as well as the other two that have to comfort him)

5) His opinions on other humans is a little complicated. He's quick to trust in general, but he's the kinda guy to immediately (and poorly) prepare himself for betrayal, so he's constantly overthinking what to share and what not to. Plus, he will do anything, and I mean ANYTHING, to avoid conflict with other people. (The main reason he apologises for everything)

6) A verrry strong believer in found family, since he doesn't have any biological relatives- as far as he's aware- so he quickly grows attatched to anyone with a kind and protective nature. (He very much sees the Professor and Cyllene as his parents but would be way to shy to admit it)

7) He's called "Luckless" for a reason. He's clumsy, reckless, and he gets sick VERY easily. Sometimes, if someone nearby is feeling intense enough emotions, it affects Lux's physical health. The whole reason behind his awful luck is because Arceus thought it'd be entertaining to watch (Hiro and Yuki are ready to fight God smh)

I am so sorry- this ended up being WAY longer than I thought 😥

(BTW FOLKS HERE’S A POST NEXUS MADE EXPLAINING LUX’S POWERS)

OH OH for #1 I hope he and Iscan can bond over that!! since in the concept art iscan is really good at imitating pokemon cries!! AH but their anxiety might feed each other unintentionally under the wrong circumstances since lux can sense them 😭😭😭

that’s such a fun trait though, I hope it comes in handy for him!! 🥺🥺🥺

AHHH I CARE EABOUT THIS LITTLE GUY THOUGH I’M GLAD HE HAS FRIENDS TO LOOK OUT FOR HIM IN CANON BUT I HOPE THEIR CARE FOR HIM INFLUENCES HIM AND HELPS HIM TO LOOK OUT FOR HIMSELF MORE EVEN WHEN THEY’RE NOT AROUND 😭😭😭

he’s so right though, cyllene and laventon are 100% the protag’s adoptive parents and even if he never says it and they never say it I’m sure they’ll feel the same about lux 🥺🥺🥺

also @ lux’s arceus, for real:

[embeanwrites]

Info-Dumping  Tech x GN!Reader

A/N: Happy Tech Tuesday! This idea came from @donkey-rider (Tumblr) it took me so long to come up with what the reader should info dump about. I know the original post mentioned the reader being a nerd, but hear me out…what if it’s something abstract that Tech doesn’t fully grasp – art. I wanted to post this sooner but I’m on new ADHD meds and they make my head empty I swear.

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It was rare that the Bad Batch got a break, even rarer that Tech’s partner had a few extra credits burning in their pocket. They had left early that morning for the market while Tech worked on the Havoc. The left heavy laser cannon’s reaction time had decreased from 50.1 milliseconds to 65.8 milliseconds. He knew the others didn’t notice, or care for that matter, but the delay was starting to bother him.

“Tech! Tech!” Their voice startled him out of his focus, causing him to drop his tools and let out a swear. Untangling himself from his work and looked out to see them running towards them with a giant smile and some sort of…lump? “Look what they had at the market!” They stopped in front of him and held it out for him to see. Tech removed his helmet, tucking it under his arm. He reached out to take the mass, but it was quickly pulled away.

“Don’t touch my clay with your dirty gloves!” They scolded.

“Clay? Whatever do you need clay for?” Tech asked, setting his helmet down and removing his gloves. Accusingly they side-eyed him but moved the clay back to where he could touch it. It was soft and a light gray color, removing his finger he saw a light dust residue stuck to him. “Darling, I believe the clay is dirtier than my gloves.”

“That’s kind of the point of clay, but I don’t have any glaze or a kiln, so I won’t be to cover any weird markings, so no oil or grease near my clay.” Moving the clay to one hand, they reached over to grasp his hand. Tech smiled as they began to pull him inside the Marauder and towards their small table normally used for eating. He sat next to them as they began kneading the clay.

“I had no idea you worked with ceramics,” Tech asked softly, watching them work. He was immediately fascinated with how expertly their hands moved and focus their face was. They were even sticking their tongue out in deep focus.

“There’s not much else to do on a dirt planet.” They said with a small smile. “Besides, don’t you remember the teapot I had on Kamino?” They looked up at him as he nodded. “I made that.”

“Wait…the black and red one? I thought you bought that after joining the team?” The laugh that came from them made Tech smile. Knowing that they made that teapot somehow made it even more special. He recalled the intricate details that reminded him of the Bad Batch’s armor. Engraved on it had skulls and indents that reminded him of an explosion. Thinking about it now, it did seem odd how complex it was. He regretted not asking about it sooner, but when they had first joined the team, he was too shy to even talk to them and none of the others really cared for tea.

“No, never. My mom always said why buy something when you can make it.” Tech felt his heartache for a moment, remembering that the teapot would now be under the ocean if it hadn’t had been destroyed prior due to the Empire.

“Hm, a sensible woman.” Tech nodded. They had quickly formed a sort of cup, but their brows began to furrow.

“Could you get me a cup of water? Oh! And can I borrow an Exacto knife?” They asked softly which Tech quickly agreed. He was fascinated with how their hands moved with such precision. He moved quickly as to not miss as much of their work.

“Could you explain what you’re doing?” He asked softly, surprised that their cheeks seemed to grow warm as they nodded.

“Well, with the water I’m going to create slip, which is just clay and water. It creates almost like glue once it dries. This kind of clay is called stoneware since it contains kaolinite, mica, and some quartz. It’s commonly used for tableware; you can also throw it.”

“Throw it?”

“With some wet clay you can put it on this fast-moving wheel, and you use your hands to quickly shape the clay. It’s very messy.”

“And this isn’t?” Tech laughed as somehow, they had already clay in their hair he gently pulled out. They smiled and picked up the Exacto knife and began scratching the side in small strokes.

“It is but trust me if we had a wheel in here clay would be everywhere. This is called scoring. Scratching the sides of both pieces, where I want them to connect, makes it easier for the pieces to bond. Which is where the slip comes in to create a bonding agent and help smooth the joint.” They held up the clay to show him, it had quickly turned into something akin to a mug, but it was taller than most mugs. “Next you want to smooth the clay's connection to seal the joint.” He watched them dip their fingers into the water clay mixture and lightly press the connection. Smoothing the edges to create a sort of seal. Smiling, he watched them set down the clay and look over at him.

“What are you making?” They took a deep breath.

“I wanted to make you a new chalk and pencil holder since your GAR-issued one got left on Kamino.”

Tech felt as if all the air left his lungs. Tech wracked his brain trying to remember if anyone had ever made him something outside of his brothers and being gifted practical gear from GAR. The amount of attention they had to pay to even notice a simple cup and its lack in the Marauder made his heart sing. He had been meaning to make something of a similar affect, but he hadn’t had much time for personal projects since being on the run from the Empire and maintenance on the Marauder.

“That sounds lovely, cyare. Thank you.” They leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Of course, love. I’m going to do some designs on it, but I need to wait for the clay to turn leather hard, so I don’t distort anything while carving. The carving I like to do is called sgraffito, it’s when you put down a glaze or paint on the leather hard clay and once it dries then you carve into it so the picture will resemble the color of the clay, in this case white, but sometimes people will use red clay.”

“I believe we still have some armor paint somewhere if you could use that?”

“Ceramic glaze is always best, acrylic paint would chip and stain if I used it on leather hard clay. The glaze is like a glass covering on ceramics, it’s protective so regular acrylic just doesn’t cut it.” Tech watched them sigh.

Learning about something they were so passionate about was caused a sort of yearning. He wanted to hear them talk about clay and different techniques for hours. They had mentioned in the past their fondness for his “info-dumping” (as they had lovingly put it) and listening to his voice. At first, he had been confused by this statement, especially when they admitted that sometimes what he was talking about went straight over their head. However, right now he fully understood what they were communicating. There was a kind of tenderness that radiated from this moment.

“Did no one in the market have glaze?” He asked softly.

“They did, they were just marked up and I couldn’t talk the merchant down.” Tech quickly stood, pulling them up with them.

“Let’s go get you some glaze, cyare. I can look at schematics later to make a small kiln we can have on the ship.” Tech attempted to pull them along, but they were frozen. Looking at them, he noticed that tears were running down their face, and before he could ask what’s wrong, they launched themselves into his arms.

“I love you, Tech. So kriffing much.” They sobbed into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around them tightly and smiled. “I can’t even remember the last time I got to make something with someone.”

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyare.” He picked them up and spun them around, making them squeal in delight.

“Tech!”

“Come on, cyare. I want to learn as much about ceramics as you mind teaching me.”

[illuminiscentboba]

😼 I’m so sorry !! I should have added more details !! I love Ushijima because he appears as a stoic person, like me, but deep down he is just really passionate 🥴 as for Osamu it’s because he is chill and leans towards the sarcastic side, which is something I like very much (+ he’s a great cook, can’t neglect that)

YOU’VE BEEN MATCHED WITH… USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI !!

this man is so in love with you.

he can be really sweet with tentative touches whether in public with arm brushes, shifting your hair out of your face to see you better, a hand gracing your shoulder or around your shoulder when introducing you as his s/o though he isn’t very shy with pressing a kiss to your cheek, temple, or lips before separating/heading to an appointment in public

He loves going on walks and runs with you and even will ask to join you even as you run errands just to spend time with you and help you where he can 

he loves your voice and when you get excited and even though he doesn’t always understand your info dumps he’ll will listen with his full attention, a smile gracing his face as his thumb runs circular motions along your held hands or across your cheek, his face a close proximity to yours as you explain it again to him

one of his best traits are his honesty and although he can be a bit hesitant and unsure when it comes to touch and relationships, he’s sure that he loves you, there’s the certain stability and he isn’t afraid to make it clear to you every now and then 😏 but you can see love in the way he goes out of his way with small notes, and favors, with the long phone calls, asking if you’ve ate and slept well, his warm secure hugs, etc.

and he always makes time for you, taking you aside and hearing about your worries when you have any, saddened when he ever makes you feel insecure and reassures you because to him, your the only one for him and no one besides you could change that

I feel like he’ll spoil you and take good care of you when your sick and when he feels like your pushing yourself too hard and you do the same for him, reminding him to have breaks and even spend quiet time with him to recharge together

while he has the stoic persona, it stems from his maturity, the maturity you can see in how he doesn’t cause too much of a fuss when accidents happen like broken utensils, spills, stains etc. grabbing a broom or wash cloth and helping you clean up

he’s the type to hear about your period cramps after searching for you in the house only to find you curled into a ball of pain and return with a heat pad, painkillers, food, (he has your order and favorite foods memorized by heart) and massages you, rubbing your back and holding the heat pad to your stomach when you sit up to eat

there’s that same maturity you see in how he respects your business, your opinions and the way you dress, not thinking twice before giving up his sweater/coat if you feel uncomfortable and his protective arm around you and stand in front of you when you feel threatened

there’s something both secure, protective and gentle about him and even though he’s seen as intimidating and towers over people, he kind of likes to be cared for and fussed over every now and then, and loves when you lead him by the hand and it jus makes his heart so warm to know theres someone like you that cares and loves him so much.

at one point he’s tried out a few awkward pick up lines that tendou had taught him, tendou who forgot to inform him that timing was just as important at the line and might pop some in every now and then when your sad just because you always find him telling you them hilarious. 

His development throughout your relationship started with him being awkward and unsure to the best cuddlier with the warmest hugs, wrapping you up especially when your down, 

sometimes when your down, he’d straight up toss you over his shoulder or bridal style carry you over to your bed convinced you need to cuddle or that he needs to cuddle when he notices your downcast expression

his duality when it comes to kissing though…

his kisses throughout the start of your relationship and every now and then can be shy and searching, wondering if he’s doing it right before he gets lost in the moment

now it has evolved to him approaching you while your doing your school work, lightly grabbing your chin tilting it up and him full on kissing you, a heated, passionate kiss, your hand getting lost in his hair, his loosely holding your waist before suddenly pulling away, and leaving you flustered because “I don’t want to bother you while your working. ” (tho he’ll do it less or on your breaks if it’s too much of an interruption)

you have a lot of different dates with this man ranging from domestic dates at home in each other’s company, cooking together or eating take out with a movie running. you guys often go on outdoor ones at parks and have picnics and you guys sometimes find yourself at unexpected places but that’s because he likes to surprise you and try out new locations and brainstorms them with tendou and his friends 

he likes to take pictures of you (after asking for your permission until you told him that he didn’t have to ask), especially when your having a good time and don’t notice him smiling as he snaps a picture to hold onto the moment for years to come

another endearing thing he does is often remind you that he loves you verbally, whether doing mundane things, or after grinning as you burst into a fit of giggles over this chaotic joke or as he digs into some food you prepared for him, you can see the love in his eyes before he says his feelings, not stopping even as you joke that it’s kind of cheesy because things like cheesiness don’t faze this warm bear

something he doesn’t really care for would be traditions but loves and maintains your traditions whether it be a good luck kiss, date nights, go visit your favorite park/flower field, he’ll be more than ready for it, in fact he’ll be the pouty, disappointed one of you were to forget about it

a/n: nooo don’t apologize I should’ve been more clear lmao djdjdj oh oh I’d like to say that you have iconic taste and thanks for participating :)) ✨✨ pls the funniest but most chaotic part was the way your passionate image kept conflicting with my shy and calm version of him 😭😭😂😂 tho it was a pretty fun challenge and I’m glad u picked him XD

[trekkie-in-space]

Straight Fact about Marsella/Marseille from La Casa de Papel and some following Headcanon/Theories ✨✨

- Fact -

- Very discreet, he observes a lot and talk a little, called at a least at two reprises a mute (by Bogotà and Denver)

- Close to animals, especially dogs, love them, respect them, trust them more than human. He is against animal suffering.

- Ex-Soldier, has been called an assassin (by Bogotà) and Hitman (by Denver), killed human, killing a human is not a problem (straight up threatened Denver to cut him in half)

- Lost all his friends during war

- Had a dog during war, the dog was very loyal to him, stayed when human left (That dog was probably not Pamuk)

- Had a dog, Pamuk, very loyal/close to him too, got killed by children playing war

- Know many languages : Spanish, French, Italian, German, English, Croatian, Serbian

- React very quickly to Denver grabbing his arm/to physical provocation was trained to react that way + probably has a sharp instinct, not shy to threaten physically and orally someone

- Answer quickly to the professor order, see him as the chief/boss and obey him. One word from him is enough, do not discuss order.

- Extremely lucky - dude crash a car and get out pretty much without a scratch - I BEG YOUR PARDON ? - the car rolled and all, what if it had deformed to the point he couldn't get out ? What if he had broken a bone in the shock and couldn't dash out ? Because you can protect yourself all you want, getting in a crash, even one you plan, is very dangerous. Dude was like 'I have things to do and nothing will prevent me from doing them' and just walked out like nothing happened. Wtf man ?

- Has a lot of respect for the professor and to his plan. Will defend the plan when the professor wants to take risk but still follow change in plans if the risk is less than the gain (When they fight after Lisbon 'death' and then go into the crowd disguised.).

- Try to provide emotional support to the professor, he is clumsy about it but do his best and tries a lot of things

- Caring toward the professor, with (and I'm sorry but I don't know how to say it differently, but..) A certain tenderness. Like anybody in the group (or most) they are not just colleagues. But there is just a softness with him.

- React to Palermo 'Boum Boum Ciao' the same way the professor does. Seem annoyed, middly ashamed but also taken by the energy around (to crack a smile like the professor).

- Can be very intimidating if choose to, but in relaxed situation seem very kind/soft and not unbearing or obnoxious/showing.

- Extrapolations on Canon, Theories and Headcanons -

- The last hit he gave the professor when they were fighting is not because he misread the situation but because the professor just said Lisbon could betray them (which is technically true) and his hit was his way to say, 'have some faith/respect in your wife'

- During that fight he intentionally took hit from the professor to allow him to unload stress/give him a win. Why ? Because he is a trained ex-soldier who clearly shows good physical abilities, he knows how to fight and could probably take on Sergio even if he know how to fight too. Prior to this we see two scenes. One in a relaxed sitting (the soccer match) where Helsinki give him a slap and he doesn't react badly, he takes the hit and laugh, they were in front of each other he could have potentially avoid the hit, but did not hold grudges for that hit, basically taking a hit or two is not much for him and won’t be enough for him to get angry/escalate a situation. BUT during the pig scene to remove a micro, he reacts badly to physical provocation by Denver after he had to defend his position not to touch the animal with the rest of the team. Even if just a few said something, the whole team was baffled by his decision/principle, it was a moment where he was 'alone against all' and he defended himself in a quick and efficient manner.

They are in a middle of a heist, they are allies and he clearly does not want to fight, he fights because Sergio wants to fight and he probably doesn't give his all but just enough not to get bullied and give Sergio a mean to keep unleashing on him. (Man I swear you're doing too much)

- Definitely have some trauma and problem concerning human and trust. In two separate points, he has lost a lot or enough, and he had been deeply hurt by that (his friends all dead, his animals), probably have some unhealed emotional scars or one that heal badly and one way to cope is to keep a bit of distance + he seems to have a certain discipline/restrain in general.

Second, he mistrust humans, he is careful around them. Probably (definitely) has seen a large panel of the worst humanity has to offer. Probably don't trust easily but love when someone proves him they are worth trusting - which I think is what happened with the professor. Otherwise probably work alone or keep some distance.

- Jumping on that. He completely agreed to the professor as the boss, and his boss. Coming from a military background, he is used to having someone above him giving order and he answer promptly to the professor order or demand without questioning it/arguing (except when it touch to something the professor explicitly stated they should not do like improvisation, then he will argue). Overall he trusts him, might even admire him or have a deep respect for him and his plan/what de does/his personality.

-> I also believe his personality is one of a 'shadow' by that I mean he is his best as close support to someone/something acting behind for the good of the plan (which he does in the series), but I think he thrives in that role. He is a real doer. Dude will do anything that need to be done. like, he is perfect for a second, with someone above him to direct the action.

- Always had a good relationship to animals, now it had become a coping mechanism and a way to have companionship without the burden of 'human' nature. Not that he doesn't miss more close relationship to humans. Nor is it not painful when he loses someone or an animal close to him. it's just he find solace in animals compagny.

- Very soft, kind, caring inside. He let that out for the people he care about/trust. We see him mostly with the professor and above it being his role to care for the professor and all the 'beside' matter and needs. There are a lot of moments where he is very attentive to the professor or caring in ways that go above a professional setting (I'm sorry but when in the latest season when he put the cover back on Sergio as he sleep.. Such tenderness I swear ! or the way he tries to offer him emotional comfort/help)

-> Also the way he care for Sofia..

- Give off asexual vibe, sorry not sorry but it's true. That man is ace.

- Why is he on the heist ? I think outside of money and personal material gain he might be in for revenge against the system. He was a soldier, an executor in the government hands, he may want to fuck the system, give shit to a system that has used him, that took a lot from him. Maybe he was betrayed by that government and the people in it, root for his mistrust of human or just added enough to a preexisting base.

- The way he reacts physically and violently to Denver grabbing him when he turn away is very telling. He has a strong instinct and sharp reflex. But also definitely found himself in a situation where this would have been a life of death situation or overall high danger. This is absolutely pure speculation but outside of his work as a soldier and now hitman this reaction could be rooted deeper in child abuse and trauma, which could also reflect to his discreet and unshowing personality, he keeps to himself.

Anyway this looked like reflexes from training and from past traumatic experience. -> In a way his reaction seemed a bit too much (definitely) for the situation they were in, but also somewhat 'slow' (I'm interpreting too much the acting but whatever) as if he thought about reacting the way he did, nearly didn't but still did because he was pissed off from earlier and had been triggered. So he just decided to go with the outburst, and set his position straight.

-> Being grabbed from behind/prevented from leaving might also be from a fear/trigger to be trapped (the way he place himself behind in the class, close to the door (which could be nothing lol x) )). Which could also be tied to his time in military where his agency had been stripped from him completely/where he was lacking freedom and had to do things he didn't want to do.

- A big BIG softy, but also those hands have killed and will kill again. (in a way him and Helsinki are a bit alike)

- Keeps most of his emotions inside, tend to stay mostly neutral and what he show is just the tip of the iceberg, but don't be fooled, that man have a lot of emotions.

- Probably need a lot of time to open up, but do info dump at time when he think it might be relevant (ex: during the pig scene, or in the car with Sergio after Lisbon 'death') and you're like 'what ?' very likely need to be asked question if you want to know things about him.

- He likes honesty, but probably won't be himself, tend to be secretive, probably a good liar. He will be honest on a few important things otherwise...

- That man way of love his act of service x)

[ooowyn]

I got two ask-box memes!! They are the same type, but weeelll..... I’ll do double the facts! I’ll also be answering some random messages in here, too! See under cut for random info dumps!

I got the two memes from @brglhobbit and @reshirement !!

Let’s see if i can even think of 10 fun facts hmmm...Forgive me if I’ve mentioned some before!

1. I’m a HUGE Zelda fan!! I own many CD’s, full manga sets, multiple figures, clothings, and instruments!!

2. I think i’ve mentioned this previously, but I’m a flute player of 14 years. Sadly, i can’t play it much where I live, anymore, since the walls are thin :(

3. I have a hairless cat. His name is Biggles :]

4. My username comes from a near-death situation that I went through. If people care to read, I’ll put that story in another post!

5. I can read French, but barely LOL

6. Snakes......i love snakes... Hognoses are so cute............

7. I am very good at doing impressions of people’s accents/voices.

8. I scare my friends by doing impressions of Smeagol :]

9. not so much a fact as much as a thought, but I often wonder how easy it is to find my old account. It’s not that hard, I think.

10. I miss public drawing boards, like iScribble.... I learned how to do digital art on that site!

And that’s it for my facts! Thank you two for the asks!! 🥺♥️

@anon Thank you so much!!

@shy-bi-sheikah I’m answering you SO late but omg thank you for finding that store!! Once i have some extra cash on me I’m buying this LMAO

@anon 1 I have a TON of fics and I add as many as my greedy little eyes can read to my collection. When i have time to clean up and organize my bookmarks on ao3 I’ll make sure to link it on my blog!

@anon 2 Thank you for your very kind words!! I wish no one to envy me, rather maybe be inspired to draw more, if that makes sense? I rather spark something positive with my works!!

Whenever i feel bad about my own art, I know I don’t want to draw...And that’s ok! Taking a break is good to recharge. I know what post you originally sent this in, and I did take a step back for a couple of days, and now I’m back in a better swing of things!

And finally, @my-thyla-my-captain .... Oh man, you sent me this I think when i did my FIRST horny-gaze Thorin art, that one a friend commissioned me for, reading a book. Now we’re here, like 4..5? horny-gaze Thorin arts in..... What has this dwarf done to me...😭

And that’s all she wrote! Thank you guys for sending me asks in!! I enjoy getting them and reading through them!!

I do have like 2 or 3 more asks in my box, but those are art request to be filled soon!! If yall want to send requests in fir art, feel free! I can’t garuntee i’ll do them, but a lot of time they’re good for warmups!

[pan-fangirl-345]

Volleyboy Blondie

Summary: There’s a boy that you set to at the community center. Your brother and his best friend are overprotective. You don’t have many friends. You’re about to find out how these three things correlate.

A/N: I don’t even know anymore people, I really don’t. Please ignore the blatant self-projection in these. And ignore the fact that our resident Mad Dog is quite OOC. And yes, the title is supposed to be like that, read and you’ll find out why.

TW: Swearing, low self-esteem, overprotective brother and brother figures, there is some minor violence, but it is well deserved in my opinion, there is a small hint of sexual harassment, but nothing rape-y happens. As always, if I’ve left anything out, please let me now through an ask or a personal message and I will get right on it.

“You’re late,” the boy said, frowning.

“Sorry Blondie, my brother wanted to tell me about how mean his girlfriend is for dumping him,” you muttered, tying your shoes up as he walks over.

The blond boy grunted, watching as you stood and stretched your arms out.

You had learned a while ago that he wasn’t one for words, he just watched you like you were a puzzle that he was trying to figure out.

“Toss to me?” he inquired.

“I wouldn’t be here to do anything else,” you told him, tossing him the ball.

He backed up, bumping the ball to you before he made his approach.

You watched the ball, tracking it with your eyes, then glancing at him, letting the ball glance off your fingers.

You watched as his arm went back, back muscles contracting and rippling against his t-shirt as he slammed it over the other side of the net, the sound resounding through the gym for a moment before he turned to you, eyes shining in a way that told you he wanted another one.

You grinned at him, grabbing another ball from the basket.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The blond guy, you had never learned his name, sat against the wall, chugging the water bottle you had just handed him.

“You’re good,” he muttered, looking up at you. “You on a team?”

“No,” you admitted, sitting next to him. “Everyone would assume I’m trying to be like my brother. And I really don’t need that right now.”

“You talk about your brother a lot.”

“Yeah, well, it’s hard not to,” you muttered. “Considering everyone compares me to him. It’s one of the reasons I like hanging around you. You have no expectations.”

He raised an eyebrow, then said, “Kyoutani.”

“Huh?”

“My name, it’s Kyoutani.”

“And you’re telling me this . . . why?”

He shrugged. “Figured you should know.”

“You can call me (Y/F/N),” you told him, tossing your water bottle into your bag as you checked your phone. “What do you want?”

“Is that anyway to talk to your favorite older brother?” Tooru asked.

“You’re my only brother, older or otherwise. So, I repeat my earlier question. What do you want?” you asked.

“Where are you?”

“I’m at the community gym. Why?”

“Is Iwa-chan there with you?” Tooru inquired.

“No, why?”

“You know how we feel about you going places without us.”

“Tooru, I am fifteen, almost sixteen, I’m not the cute little five year old in a skirt that you had to follow everywhere. I can take care of myself. Besides, I’m with a-” You paused. Kyoutani wasn’t really a friend, but he wasn’t a random guy either. “An acquaintance of mine.”

Kyoutani gave a small snort and you rolled your eyes. “Shut it, Blondie.”

“Huh?”

“Not you, moron. I’ll be home in like, an hour, try not to piss Haji off too much while I’m gone alright?”

You hung up before your brother could get another word in, chuckling.

“Oh, I hate him,” you muttered, tossing your phone into your bag again. “You wanna go again?”

Kyoutani nodded, raising to his feet.

“What about you?” you inquired. “You on a team?”

“Kind of,” he muttered, toying with the ball in his hands. “I don’t get along with them.”

“Well, that must suck for them,” you said. “You’re a good player.”

He may have looked like a delinquent, but Kyoutani was a good person, he was just blunt.

“Give me a second, I just need to redo my hair,” you said, pulling your hair out of it’s braid, shaking it loose.

“Want some help?” he asked.

“You know how to braid hair?”

“I have a little sister,” he admitted, moving to run his fingers through your hair, easily weaving the three sections together.

“You must be a great brother, mine makes me pay him to do my hair,” you muttered.

Kyoutani snorted, taking the elastic you handed him.

“Thanks,” you said, toying with the end of your braid. “Come on, if I’m not back within an hour my brother will call Haji, and I don’t need that bloodhound on my ass,” you muttered, making Kyoutani snort.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You shrugged your jacket on as you headed out of the gym.

“Tomorrow?” Kyoutani inquired.

“You betcha,” you said, smiling at him.

He stood there for a moment, then asked, “Can I walk you to the bus?”

“You don’t have to, it’s not far,” you told him.

“Want too though.” 

“I mean, if you want to I guess it’s okay,” you said, wondering what had gotten into him all of a sudden.

Your phone buzzing made you sigh. “I’m on my way home, don’t send Haji out.”

“(Y/F/N), it’s Hajime,” Hajime said. “Where are you?”

“I’m walking to the bus stop. I’m literally like, fifteen minutes away,” you said, adjusting your bag.

“Your brother is freaking out.”

“My brother is a little shit,” you told him.

“I know, I’ve known him front, back, right, left, and inside out since we were seven. You’re his sister, he wants to protect you.”

“See, here’s the thing Haji, you’ve both been tailing me like guard dogs since I was- what?- three? You two aren’t going to be around forever. You guys have to stop isolating me,” you told him. “I love you like another brother Haji, but god damnit, you’re both overbearing!”

Hajime sighed, and you could hear Tooru in the background, crying.

“Fuck, was I on speaker?”

“Yup,” Haji replied.

“Fuck my life,” you muttered. “Do damage control, I’ll be home soon.”

You hung up, running a hand over your hair.

“How bad?” Kyoutani asked.

“Don’t ask,” you muttered. “Look, thank you for this. These meet-ups help me as much as they do you. I’ll see you around Kyoutani.”

He nodded, looking slightly shocked.

“What?” you inquired.

“Nothing,” he mumbled, but the tips of his ears burned red and you smiled at him.

“Why are you shy all of a sudden?” you asked, tilting your head to look at him. “Anyway, thank you for walking me to the station, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Kyoutani nodded, making sure you were seated before he headed towards his own home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Tooru, Haji, I’m home,” you called, tossing your bag  down as you untied your shoes.

“(Y/F/N)!” Tooru whined, throwing himself at you. “I-I’m sor-sorry!” he sobbed.

“Get off me!” you hissed, shoving him towards Hajime, who grunted.

“Ar-Are we re-really ov-overbearing?” he inquired.

“Yes. Look,” you began. “I love you both, but I don’t have friends. I don’t have a boyfriend. Have you ever wondered why? I can’t make friends with the girls because they’re vultures and they want to get close to the two of you, and most of the guys I know are terrified of the both of you and your team.”

“It’s my job to protect you!” Tooru said, pouting.

“Tooru, this isn’t protecting me,” you snapped, glaring at him. “I need to be able to make my own friends. You can’t keep sending Haji out like a fucking bloodhound when you don’t know where I am.”

“What about that acquaintance you were talking about earlier?”

“He doesn’t have anything to do with this! Only reason I even know him is because I set for him. I only learned his name today!”

“He?”

Tooru had that squinty look on his face when he didn’t like something. And Haji had that look that told you he was pissed.

“Don’t give me those looks,” you snarled. “He wouldn’t touch me like that with a thirty foot fucking pole. He’s too emotionally stunted for that. Besides, if you boys haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly crush material.”

“Who the fuck told you that?” Haji demanded.

“Like, every person in school? I hang out with mostly boys, I get called a slut and whore by the girls, and I’m not feminine enough for most of the boys I hang out with. I’ve been told that the thought of dating me is like the thought of being gay to them. I’m not getting many confessions,” you snarled, crossing your arms over your chest.

Tooru and Haji stared at you for a moment before Tooru asked, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“And be the little bitch that runs to her big brother and his beefy friend to fix all of her problems? I don’t think so,” you said, scowling.

The three of you stood there for a moment in silence before Tooru made a choked noise, looking close to tears.

Your phone ringing caught your attention and you sighed, rummaging through your bag to find it.

Volleyboy

“Everything okay?” you asked, answering the call.

“Yeah.”

“Then why are you calling? Do you have to reschedule again?”

“No.”

“C’mon, I need a little more info here Blondie,” you told him.

“I wanted to make sure you were home,” he admitted.

“So you called?” you said. “You haven’t called me since we started this whole thing.”

Kyoutani wasn’t one for words, you had learned that a long time ago, and you knew that if you saw him he would be bright red and shrugging.

“Thank you for the concern Blondie,” you told him. “I have to go, I’m talking with my brother, but we’re still on for tomorrow right?”

“Definitely,” he replied.

“Great, later Blondie,” you said, ending the call. 

“Blondie?” Haji questioned.

“I didn’t know his name until today and I had to call him something other than Volleyboy. We had this unspoken deal, I set for him, he spikes for me, and we don’t make small talk. Or that was the deal until Tooru made me late today.”

“Huh,” Hajime muttered. “Well, as long as he doesn’t try anything. Stop with the look Shittykawa!”

“Haji, you keep forgetting that those names apply to me too,” you teased, wrinkling your nose at him. “Anyway, I’m gonna take a shower and get something to eat, what do you two want?”

“I just want you to be happy, (Y/F/N),” Tooru said, looking sad.

“You’re gonna be waiting a while Ruru,” you told him, using the old nickname you had given him as a child.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, (Y/F/N), do you think that you could help us out?” Haji asked.

“Sure, whatcha need?” you inquired.

“Can you refill these and help pick balls up? We need a manager, but no one wants to do it.”

“Ask one of my brother’s fangirls, I’m sure they’d be more than willing,” you muttered.

“No, we tried that. They don’t actually help to manage the team. Most of the guys seem to know you, so we were hoping that you would consider managing for us?”

“I mean, do you guys really want me to be the manager?” you inquired. “I don’t really feel qualified.”

“The guys all love you, and Tooru and I will be here to make sure that they keep their hands to themselves.”

“Wow Haji,” you muttered. “Subtle much?”

He shrugged, looking at you for a moment before he said, “I leave subtle to your brother.”

“Yeah, because my brother is so subtle.”

“So, you in?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Guys, this is (Y/F/N) Oikawa, she’ll be our new manager.”

“So you’re the famous little sister we’ve heard so much about,” Hanamaki said.

“You’ve never met her?” Yahaba inquired.

“Nope, she’s never there when we go over, and she doesn’t come on team retreats,” Mattsukawa said.

“I’m never there because I can barely stand my brother around Haji, I don’t want to have to deal with his melodramatic ass around someone he called the ‘Meme Team’,” you retorted, arms crossed.

“If you were expecting a mini Oikawa, you boys are gonna be disappointed,” Haji said, smirking. “These two are polar opposites.”

“Murder me,” you mumbled. “Tooru, stop hiding in the corner and get your ass over here. This is your team!” you shouted, glaring at him.

“No, you’re pissed, and you scare me more than Iwa-chan does!”

“Hey!” you both shouted, laughing.

“I’m not pissed, I’m irritated because I don’t know how I got roped into this,” you said. “Whatever, it’s not like I have anything else better to be doing.”

You glanced at the clock and grinned. 

“See you fools later, I have someone I need to meet. Tooru, I’ll be home late, there’s food in the fridge, Dad’s working over time, and Mom is working a double shift for one of the women on maternity, so they won’t be home. Takeru is coming tomorrow morning, don’t forget because I have to leave early.

“Haji, make sure he remembers Takeru, and please, for the love all things sacred to our family, do not let him watch any of those alien conspiracy shows he’s a nut-job for. The last time he did that he came into my room at three in the morning sobbing about corn probes or something,” you muttered, throwing your hair up into a knot on the top of your head.

“Stop airing my dirty laundry (Y/F/N)!” your brother cried, pouting.

“Shove it up your ass Tooru, this is my payback for you and Haji following me like angry fucking Pomeranians,” you told him, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you hurried out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were bumping a ball against the wall when Kyoutani walked in.

“Hey Blondie,” you said, catching the ball. “You’re late this time.” You paused when you saw his face. “You good?”

“The captain of the team I’m on came by earlier and wanted me to come back.”

“What did you tell him?” you asked, watching his face. “You said yes! Ha!” you cheered, throwing your arms around him. “I’m proud of you.”

It took a few moments of Kyoutani standing stiffly under your touch for you to realize what had happened.

You practically threw yourself against the opposite wall, cheeks burning. “Sorry, I do that with my brother sometimes. Anyway, I’m proud of you! This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

You could see the ‘but’ in his eyes.

“But?” you prompted.

“This means I have to stop seeing you.”

Your cheeks heated again and you gave a soft smile.

He looked so open about it. He was genuinely upset by the fact that he might not see you again.

“I mean, i-if you’re that worried about it, we could meet up on the weekends? We’ve rearranged our schedules before,” you told him.

Kyoutani shook his head, ears tinged pink again. “How about a date?”

“Are you serious? Is my brother hiding here somewhere? Haji maybe?”

“I . . . don’t think I know either of them,” he said, eyes wide in surprise. “If you don’t want to-”

“No!” you blurted, then winced. “I want to, go on a date with you I mean, but I’m just trying to make sure this isn’t a . . . a prank or something,” you admitted, glancing around, eyes alert. “I’m waiting for someone to post a video or something.”

“Do I really seem like the kind of guy to do that?”

“No, but I’ve learned not to trust people too much.”

“You trust me though,” he reminded you.

You sighed; he did have a point. “This isn’t some sick joke? You actually want to go out with me?”

“Yes?”

“Is it a question now?” you teased.

“No. I do want to go out with you.” He said it with so much conviction, it kind of surprised you. “Do you want to go out with me?”

“Yes.”

You looked at each other for a few moments before you burst out laughing. Well, he was chuckling, but it was close enough.

“C’mon, let’s play,” you said, tossing him the ball.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“First official day as manager, are you nervous?” Tooru asked.

“No,” you said. “I know most of the boys, and I basically did the gig in middle school, so I think I’ll be all set.”

“You’ll be great Pip,” Haji said. He had called you Pipsqueak until you were a third year in middle school and Pip was something he had started calling you recently as a remembrance to that nickname, despite your numerous protests.

“You guys are acting like parents sending their child off to their first day of school, stop,” you said, shrugging your brother’s arm off your shoulders as you walked into the gym.

“Heads!” someone shouted and you immediately flinched and ducked your head. You turned to see the ball coming right towards you and you instinctively moved your hands into a setting posture, shooting it towards the ace position.

Silence followed as the boys stared at you.

“Pip, you alright?” Hajime asked, the first to break the silence.

“I’m fine Haji,” you muttered. “My brother isn’t the only setter in the family.”

“You can set?” Tooru asked, pure and genuine surprise lining his face as he looked at you.

“Tooru, I hate to break it to you, but you aren’t the only volleyball dork in the family,” you said, tying your hair up. “You also seem to forget that when you used to follow me around, I watched you and Haji. I also played with you guys, when you let me. You weren’t the only ones that liked to play. Let’s put it this way, you’re the sun, and I am the shadow caused from that light.”

“So poetic,” Tooru muttered.

“Tooru, I have to listen to your dramatic ass all the time, I also hear what you say at your games. I’m not a complete moron.” You paused. “Well, not all the time anyway.”

Someone nearby snorted, and you glanced around at his teammates.

“Just leave it be Tooru,” you told him. “Haji, don’t. Say. Anything,” you snarled, pointing at him.

“But-”

“No. We don’t talk about it,” you reminded him.

“Alrighty then, time to continue practice!” Tooru said, clapping his hands with that creepy grin he had around his teammates.

“Good God, he’s gonna be terrible, isn’t he?” you inquired, making Haji snort.

“You have no idea,” he muttered, falling in line with the rest of their team as practice started.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was easy to get into a groove with your brothers’ team, easier than you would’ve thought, though it might’ve been because the job was easy to begin with.

“I never would’ve thought Oikawa-san would have a sister like you,” Yahaba admitted during a water break.

“What do you mean?” you inquired.

“I just mean that you seem a lot more like Iwaizumi-san than Oikawa-san.”

“I mean, those two followed me like hellhounds for as long as I can remember, I always liked hanging around Haji because I could ditch him whenever I wanted, I had to live with Tooru.”

“So, you’re . . . you’re really a setter?” Yahaba asked.

“Um, I guess? I’m not on a team or anything, but . . . yeah, I can do it,” you admitted. “And before you ask, no, it’s not because of my brother.”

“I . . . wasn’t gonna ask you that,” Yahaba said.

“Really? As soon as everyone finds out who my older brother is and that I set, they usually assume it’s because of my brother.”

“Being a setter means you learn to read people,” Yahaba said with a shrug. “You learn to apply that to real life too. You don’t seem like the kind of person that would do something just because your brother does it. You seem like the kind of person to do the opposite of what your brother would be doing, just to make him mad.”

“I mean,” you shrugged, “you’re not entirely wrong.”

He snorted on a laugh, making you smile.

“Any tips?” Yahaba asked. “I’m-”

“The reserve setter for my brother, I know,” you told him. “I’ve watched a lot of your games. You’re good, from what I’ve seen. The only tips I have for you are learn to read your teammates. Oh, and learn how to read the other team. Find cracks.

“Be like water and ice. Think of it like cracks in the sidewalk. That small crack gets bigger and bigger until something breaks. Find the cracks, slip in, and freeze. The more you melt and refreeze, the bigger the cracks get.”

“That’s actually a really good way of thinking about it,” Yahaba muttered. “Most people say ‘find the weak link’ or something.”

“Well, I like to think of it like this; the weak link won’t always break the chain. What if the weak link is the last link? Or the second to last? It weakens the chain, but the rest is still viable. Cracks spread until everything breaks.”

“Huh, I like that,” Yahaba said. “Thank you-” He paused, then said, “I feel weird calling you ‘Oikawa’.”

“You can call me (Y/F/N), it makes it easier,” you said, waving a hand dismissively. “Besides, I don’t need other teams knowing that Tooru is my older brother anyway. And you don’t have to use an honorific,” you added. “It makes me feel like we’re in a business meeting.”

You shuddered, wrapping your arms around yourself.

Yahaba laughed and you smiled at him.

“How come we haven’t hung out before now?” he inquired. “It just seems like we’d be good friends.”

You shrugged. “I mean, I don’t really trust anyone. Girls have been trying to use me to get to my brothers since I can remember, and a lot of the other people I know are terrified of them. More Haji than Tooru, but still.”

“So, you and Iwaizumi a thing or-?”

“If you’re asking me if we’re dating, or if there’s a mutual interest, the answer is a big fat no fucking way. I mean, I had a crush on him when I was like, eleven, but there’s no way we would work, even if I was interested. Besides, my brother would never let anything happen.”

Yahaba watched you for a moment before huffing, a small noise of contemplation.

“Alright guys water break’s over, time to try-”

Whatever Tooru was going to say was cut off by the gym doors opening, a boy walking through them.

He stood there for a moment, ripping a piece off of the bun he was eating as he stared down the team.

“Blondie?” you asked, slightly dazed.

His eyes snapped to you, and something in his eyes softened before the shock took over at seeing you standing in the Seijoh gym.

“Ah, Mad Dog-chan!” Tooru said, grinning at the blond boy, who immediately went on his guard.

“Tooru, stop messing with him,” you snapped.

“Tooru?” Kyoutani inquired, eyes narrowed as he watched the two of you.

“Surprise,” you muttered. “I suppose this means I have some things to explain, does it?”

“Care to explain (Y/F/N)?” Tooru asked, arms crossed.

“Why me?” you whimpered, glaring up at the fluorescent lights in the gym. You sighed, letting your shoulders slump. “Gather ‘round boys, it’s story time.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Mad Dog is dating my baby sister?” Tooru shouted, high pitched and whiney. 

Hajime hit him on the head and said, “Shut it Shittykawa.”

“Tooru, I am literally one,” you held up a single finger, “year younger than you, shut up. After this he might not even want to go out with me. And besides, this was bound to happen eventually. You can’t scare off every guy, you know. Pretty soon the two of you won’t even be around.”

You leaned against the wall, glaring at your brother.

You had just finished explaining how you had met Kyoutani at the community center one night, trying to get away from Tooru for some piece and quiet, how you had made a silent deal when you saw him trying to spike on his own, how you had gotten closer to him until he had asked you out the other night when Tooru had asked him to come back to the team.

“And I didn’t know she was your sister,” Kyoutani grunted, scowling even more than your brother and Haji combined.

“And that would have made a difference?” Tooru snapped, glaring at Kyoutani, who seemed surprised.

You didn’t blame him. It wasn’t often that your brother was serious about anything other than volleyball, and that seriousness was usually aimed at the other team’s players.

“He wouldn’t have touched me with a 400 foot pole if he had known I was your sister, if not for you then for Hajime,” you answered, trying to hide your wince. You had known that you would’ve had to tell Kyoutani eventually, especially if your date had gone well, but you hadn’t expected this.

“I feel like I’m watching a drama on TV,” Hanamaki muttered to Mattsun, who nodded.

“Fuck this,” you hissed. “Look,” you turned to Kyoutani. “That’s my brother and the bloodhound.” You turned to look at your brother. “That’s the guy I’ve been sneaking out to play volleyball with.” You looked up at the ceiling. “And this is why I don’t have any fucking friends.”

You sighed, running your hands over your hair, trying to keep your composure. You really didn’t need to lose it right here. “Just get back to practice,” you ordered. “We can talk about this later if it’s still an issue.”

“C’mon Loserkawa, we need to get back to practice,” Hajime said, and you shot him a grateful look.

“This isn’t over,” Tooru told you, a serious look on his face as he walked away.

“I am so massively fucked,” you muttered, holding you head in your hands. A small touch on your shoulder made you looked up to see Kyoutani standing there, looking concerned. “Just go practice,” you told him. “It’s okay.”

“I still wanna go out with you,” he said, pausing for a moment before he wandered away.

“Fuck.”

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As soon as the practice was over you were sliding your other shoes on, practically running from the gym.

Someone shouted at you, either Kyoutani or Hajime, but you weren’t listening. You wanted some time to think before you talked to anyone about this.

And I didn’t know she was your sister. 

Would it have made a difference if he knew I was his sister? Would he have even let me close if he’d known who I was? Probably not, based on how he reacted to my brother earlier. You thought miserably.

He had said that he wanted to go out with you still. Although that might have been because of all the people there. But . . . Kyoutani also wasn’t the kind of person to put up a show for someone else’s benefit.

You sighed, pulling your hoodie closer around you, trying to draw comfort from it as you wandered.

You weren’t entirely sure where you were going, you were just letting your feet carry you away from the gym and preferably your problems, even if that’s not how it worked.

You heard voices swimming around in your brain, but you didn’t think anything of it until someone’s fingers wrapped around your wrist, jerking you to a stop.

You were expecting Kyoutani or Haji, but there was a stranger holding your wrist in his hand.

“Can I help you?” you inquired.

“You can stop being a bitch and ignoring me,” the man retorted.

“Look dude, it’s been a long day for me, so I apologize if I’m a little spacey, but I have no clue who you are. I owe you absolutely nothing, so let me go.”

“I think not,” he replied. “I think you owe me for ignoring me.”

“Let me go,” you ordered, trying to wrench your wrist from his hand.

“No.”

“Look man, I am not in the mood for this bullshit, let me the go and walk away,” you snarled, tensing.

“I don’t think so bitch.”

“Call me a bitch again, I dare you, you pervy fucker,” you snapped.

“Let go of my girlfriend, you son of a bitch.”

You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw Kyoutani striding towards you both, rage evident on his already fierce features.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Her boyfriend,” Kyoutani snarled.

“And I’m her brother,” Hajime snapped, stepping into your line of sight, arms crossed over his chest.

“So, you wanna let me go now?” you asked, stepping on his foot and throwing an elbow into his face.

“You little bitch!” he cried, holding his nose, which was starting to drip red.

“Leave,” Kyoutani snarled, slipping his hand into yours softly, slowing tugging you behind him and Hajime. “Or you have to deal with us.”

The guy snarled, but he backed away, disappearing around a corner.

“What the fuck were you thinking (Y/F/N)?” Hajime snapped, turning to you.

Kyoutani didn’t even say anything, he just wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his- very firm- chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, burying his face in your neck.

“Hey Blondie, it’s okay, I’m fine,” you murmured, slowly wrapping your arms around him. “I’m fine,” you repeated, glancing at Haji, who had already pulled out his phone to call your brother.

“I should’ve been with you.”

“Kyoutani, it’s okay. I’m the one that left without telling you guys where I was going. Besides, like I said, I’m okay.”

He was tense beneath your fingers as you ran them over his back, trying to calm him down a little bit.

You heard your name from Haji and listened to what he was saying.

“-with Kyoutani, figured she’s in good hands.” He paused to listen to Tooru for a moment before he said, “Shut up Shittykawa. We need to leave her be. I’m coming back home.” He paused again. “We need to trust her Tooru.”

The use of your brother’s first name surprised you, but you figured they were still figuring their own shit out.

“Thank you,” you mouthed when Haji turned towards you again. He nodded, making sure you were alright silently before he headed home.

“Hey,” you murmured, carding your hands through Kyoutani’s hair. “Come on out and talk to me. The bloodhound is gone.”

“I should have been here with you,” he repeated.

“Kyoutani,” you ordered, moving your hands to cup his face, letting him balance out a little more of your weight as you forced him to look at you. “Talk to me.”

He simply stared at you for a moment before he laid his forehead against yours.

“You called me your girlfriend,” you blurted, and he tensed again. You gave a small giggle, kissing his cheek, making him blush. “Don’t get all shy now Kyoutani. Come on, just talk to me.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did to finding out that he was your brother. I should’ve handled it better. And I was . . . jealous of Iwaizumi-san.”

“Oh Kyoutani,” you said, giving him a small smile. “You never had any reason to be jealous of Haji. For one thing, he’s my other brother, you know that, and secondly, he’s interested in my brother, even if they haven’t figured that out yet.”

“I just . . . really like you. And it-” He stopped, scowling again.

“It scares you,” you finished. He nodded, making you smile. “You think it doesn’t scare me?”

“You just . . . seem so calm all the time. Even when you’re pissed.”

“I live with Tooru,” you said, enunciating each syllable. “I have to be calm. Look Kyoutani, if you want to go out with me- great! If not- oh well- but I hope we can be friends,” you told him.

“I do want to go out with you,” he practically shouted, wincing at his own volume. “Sorry things got lost in translation.”

“It’s okay, just talk to me next time. No sulky puppy, alright?” you demanded, flicking his forehead lightly.

He nodded, then scowled. “’M not a puppy.”

“Sure you aren’t,” you teased. “I think this is the most we’ve talked in the few months that we’ve known each other.”

Kyoutani snorted softly. “I was nervous around you.”

“What? Why?”

“You were this pretty, smart, funny setter. I was used to people avoiding me and being scared. You simply looked at me and smiled.”

“You’re a poet Blondie,” you teased. “C’mon, let’s head back, I think my brother might send out Haji again if I don’t get home soon. Besides, I like talking to you.”

Kyoutani nodded, but he made no move to unwrap his arms from around your waist.

“Or, we could stay here for a little bit,” you said and he grunted. “Okay, we can stay here. On one condition; you have to talk to me.”

“About?”

“Whatever. Everything, nothing, I don’t care. I just want to know you.”

So he talked.

A/N: This is very unrealistic, but whatever. It’s also like, 12:40 in the morning on my end of things and I haven’t slept well lately, so ignore any errors or any imperfections within this imperfection. Stay safe out there my lovelies!

[bobaji]

*kicks open door* afton this is a very random question and 100% don't answer it if you're uncomfortable with it I don't want to do that 😭😭 but like what kind of woman are you into?

i prefer more submissive girls!!! HMMMM like cute types, sweet girls, good girls!!!

i like girls who are funny and who are introverted bc i'm introverted so !!! someone who likes to spend time together, who is comfortable with quiet bc i like quiet and also don't talk much!!! i'm not SUPER affectionate in terms of kissing or pet names so i would prefer a girl who isn't shy to tell me what she'd want from me - i don't read people well and don't pick up on social cues easily. and someone who likes cats and random info dumps and will humor me when i talk about the most stupid shit at 2AM!!! UHHHH that's all that comes to mind skdhskdjskdk