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inkandapex · 2 months ago

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stream madness

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary : To the world, Y/N had always been Lando Norris’ closest friend—before the fame, the podiums, and the roar of F1 engines. Their bond had always been well-known, shared through countless moments on and off camera. But as the months went on, something started to shift, and it wasn’t just between Y/N and Lando. It became apparent through streams, where their chemistry couldn’t be denied.

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Warnings: some swearing

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Max's Cooking Stream

“Done! I think they came out quite well,” Max announces, lifting the pan toward the camera, showing off the results of two hours in the kitchen.

The chat is already flooded with reactions—compliments, jokes, and the occasional disbelief at Max’s culinary skills.

"I'll be the judge of that" Lando states as he steps into view "Like master chef" he continues

Pietra is chatting with someone just out of view, her voice light and engaged. The mic, which has been filtering most background noise throughout the stream, only picks up bits and pieces of conversation—muffled words, distant laughter. But this moment? This one, it catches perfectly.

Lando steps away from where Max’s mic is propped, moving slightly out of frame. He reaches for a fork, his attention focused on someone unseen. And then, clear as day, his voice carries through.

"Love, come here a sec. Try it with me."

The chat explodes. But all three were too busy to realize what had just happened

"LOVE?? did he just say love??" "Stop rn who is he talking to" "someone find out rn pls" "it might be y/n, she was seen with them around monaco yesterday" "yeaa he calls her love sometimes i think its just a normal endearment for them lol"

All three, oblivious to the brewing chaos, all continue with what they were doing. Because whether it was intentional or not, Lando just dropped something big.

"Y/N’s here too, everyone! The whole gang’s here—Y/N, say hello to the chat," Max finally acknowledges, glancing at the flood of messages. It’s clear he’s doing some damage control, but the chat is already too far gone.

With a small wave and an amused little smile, Y/N finally steps into frame, grabbing a fork as she inches closer to the pan of food her friends have spent the past two hours making.

"Doesn’t look half bad, to be honest," she muses, inspecting the dish. "P’s really doing wonders, getting you this far into cooking."

Pietra laughs in the background while Max rolls his eyes, but before anyone can add to the banter, Y/N is already taking a bite.

"You’ve gotta—"

"Bloody hell—"

Lando’s warning comes a second too late. Y/N’s eyes widen as the heat hits, steam practically pouring out of her mouth as she waves a hand in front of her face, trying to cool down.

"You muppet, that’s literally fresh off the stove—c’mere," Lando chuckles, already unscrewing a bottle of water. He hands it to her, shaking his head as she takes it gratefully.

The chat? Utterly unhinged.

"NOT THE WAY HE JUST—"

"‘C’mere’ HE SAID ‘C’MERE’ I’M GONNA SCREAM."

"I AM LIVING FOR THIS CHAOS."

And just like that, what was supposed to be a casual cooking stream has become a full-blown internet event.

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Lando's Annual Stream

Everyone teases Lando about how he’s practically become a Twitch relic, only gracing the platform with his presence once a year. A far cry from the frequent streams he used to do. Some argue that it makes his rare appearances even more iconic, like a seasonal event the internet gathers for.

On one of his rare Twitch streams, Lando found himself diving into Backrooms with Max and a few other friends. As expected, chaos ensued—shouting, panicked laughter, and the occasional unintelligible screaming into the mic. But one moment, in particular, sent the fans into an absolute frenzy.

The doorbell rings, making both Ed and Lando pause mid-game and glance at each other.

"Food’s here," Lando announces into the mic.

Ed, already taking off his headset, ready to stand up. But just as Ed moves, they both hear the faint sound of the door unlocking.

"Oh, I think Y/N’s grabbing it, mate," Ed says, blinking in surprise. He relaxes back into his seat for a second before standing up anyway. "I’ll go help her."

"SHES STILL IN MONACO" "i thought she went back to London with Max and P" "omg she's staying with lando" "loool stop reading into it guys ed's also staying with lando. theyre just friends" "my delusions are being fed"

Both Y/N and Ed return, arms full with bags of food and cutlery. Ed drops back into his chair, already digging into his meal, while Y/N pauses beside Lando, holding a box of food in her hands.

"Do you want yours transferred to a plate, or is the box good?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.

"Like that is fine, thank you—oh, I’m streaming, by the way. They can see and hear you," Lando adds with a grin as he takes the box from her.

Y/N barely reacts, too used to this by now. Instead, she casually leans in slightly, scanning the chat as she asks, "Is Max here? Can you tell him to let P know I’ve been trying to call her?"

Lando doesn’t even look away from his screen. "He can hear you—he says sure. You wanna sit here and eat with us?"

She shakes her head, stepping back. "I’m good, got my own thing going on. I’ll see if I can join you guys later if you’re still on. Do you want water or anything?"

Lando glances up at her, smiling. "I’m good, I can grab some myself later."

"You know he’s lying, right?" Ed chimes in, chewing his food. "He’s just gonna wait until you leave so he can ask me to grab it for him."

"Shut up," Lando laughs, shaking his head.

Y/N only smirks knowingly before rolling her eyes. "Alright, whatever you say."

"Okay, okay, go back to doing your thing," Lando says, refocusing on his screen. "Connor’s complaining we’re taking too long."

The chat, meanwhile, is already in shambles.

"She’s literally taking care of him at this point." "Ed exposing Lando is my new favorite thing." "The domestic energy here is sending me."

"What is she up to now? Too busy to play with us?" Max teases as they dive back into the game.

"Nah, mate, she's busy building Legos in the other room," Lando replies casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Max snorts. "Another new hobby? You know she gave us a shit ton of air-dry clay stuff she made that one time. My apartment is literally full of it."

"No, Max, I stepped into the apartment today, and I genuinely thought I was in a Lego store. It’s insane," Ed laughs, shaking his head.

Lando chuckles. "Some of them are mine too, alright? They're not all hers. She’s been building some sets I’ve had lying around for ages."

The chat, of course, goes wild.

"Their apartment is a Lego store. I am crying." "WAIT SO THEY HAVE BEEN LIVING TOGETHER RIGHT??" "Domestic life with Y/N and Lando sounds like a fever dream."

Max just laughs. "Well, tell her to finish up and come scream with us in the Backrooms when she’s done playing with her bricks."

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Taking Lando's Seat

The stream opens with Lando and Max sitting side by side, each focused on their own PC as they prep for a game of Tarkov. There’s an easy banter in the air, Max teasing Lando about his gear while the two get things set up. But it’s the subtle detail in the background that catches the chat's attention—Lando’s racing rig.

It’s glowing softly in the background, the LED lights creating an almost otherworldly vibe against the dim room.

Max finally glances at the chat, giving a quick nod to thank some of his new subs. But his eyes stop when he spots a few of the comments scrolling by.

Max smirks, leaning into the mic with a grin. "The rig? Oh—it's Y/N. She’s playing F1 right now."

With that, Max casually moves his chair out of the way, revealing Y/N sitting just behind him. She's fully immersed, headset on, brows furrowed in concentration as she steers through a corner on screen, oblivious to the fact that she’s now in full view of the chat.

A small smile tugs at the corner of Lando’s lips as he turns back to look at Y/N, still fully engrossed in the game, unaware that both he and Max are watching her with amusement.

"She's prepping for the season too," Lando continues, keeping his voice casual, though there’s a playful edge to it. "Chat, I think she’s planning on taking my seat—she’s been on there for hours now."

Lando laughs, but the chat immediately picks up on the vibe.

"HE'S JEALOUS, LOOK AT HIM."

"Lando knows he's been replaced."

"Imagine Y/N taking his F1 seat. I’d pay to watch that."

Max, who’s been watching the scene unfold, looks back at Lando with a raised brow. "She’s putting in more practice than you are, mate. Maybe she is taking your seat."

Lando chuckles, shaking his head, though his smile lingers. "Nah, nah, she’s still got a lot to learn... but she’s getting there. I’m just here for moral support."

The chat, of course, has already spirals into chaos.

"Moral support? He’s just trying to hold on to his seat!"

"I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE RACE BETWEEN THEM. WHO’S GONNA WIN??"

"Lando’s literally her biggest fan and her biggest competitor at the same time. I love it."

Y/N, still completely absorbed in the game, lets out a frustrated grunt as she crashes into the wall during a tight turn. "I've fucking crashed—how is AI Lando also a little shit?"

The pair immediately burst into laughter, unable to hold it in. The moment is too perfect—Y/N, so focused on her race, completely unaware she’s been on stream the whole time.

Max wipes away tears, trying to calm down. "What?" Y/N finally takes off her headset after pausing her game, looking around in confusion, only to notice the commotion between the two.

"We’re on Twitch," Max manages between laughs, still struggling to breathe. "They heard you calling Lando a little shit."

Max, still grinning, leans back in his chair, clearly enjoying the moment. "I mean, I honestly don’t know if you should be more offended by the fact that she just called you a little shit... or the fact that she’s not racing as you."

Lando looks over at Max, a playful glint in his eyes. "Yeah, who are you racing as right now?" His curiosity gets the best of him, and he stands up, walking behind Y/N to peer over her shoulder at her screen.

Y/N barely notices him, still intensely focused on her race. "You’re racing as Max?!" Lando exclaims, his voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. "I feel so betrayed!"

Y/N doesn’t respond, grabbing her water bottle beside her, taking a sip.

But Lando’s eyes widen as he looks at her screen again. "Wait, you're were P3?!" he says, his voice rising in shock. "What the fuck, Y/N—this is on 110 difficulty—did you change it?"

"Yeah, well I was but you crashed into me you knob"

Lando's completely taken aback, mouth agape, staring at her settings in awe. Without thinking, he takes over the controls, fully inspecting her game setup. "This is... this is insane. You’re actually doing really well."

Y/N, now realizing the level of chaos happening around her, turns to look at him with a grin. "What? Like its hard?"

Max, who’s been watching this unfold, laughs. "I told you she’d be better than you at this rate. I’m not surprised."

The chat, of course, is losing it.

"SHE'S RACING AS MAX AND BEATING LANDO. WHAT A MOOD."

"Y/N: 1, Lando: 0."

"Lando looks like he’s seen a ghost. How did she do that?"

Y/N just laughs, clearly loving the moment. "I told you, Lando, I’m coming for your seat."

"Alright, we've got to put a screen time limit on you from now on, love—fucking hell," Lando says, still shaking his head in disbelief, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He ruffles her hair affectionately before heading back to his seat.

The chat explodes with excitement.

"Lando’s whipped for her. I can’t breathe.""The way he ruffled her hair? That’s the couple energy we’re here for.""Y/N just casually destroying him, and Lando’s still soft with her. I’m obsessed.""I can’t believe they’re just out here living their best life on stream. I’m living for this dynamic."

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Gaming Trio

The trio can be seen in Lando’s usual gaming spot, the atmosphere relaxed but buzzing with excitement. In an effort to accommodate everyone, an extra table has been pulled into the room, holding the laptop they’ve set up for Y/N so she can join in on the fun. The new setup feels a little crowded, but it only adds to the chaotic energy that’s been building up since they all logged in.

"Y/N is right behind you!" Max shouts into the mic, pulling the same trick he did to Lando the last time they played Backrooms

"Max, shut up, oh my gosh—NO IT'S CHASING ME, WAIT—PAUSE IT, PAUSE IT!" The panic in Y/N’s voice is unmistakable, and it sends both Lando and Max into fits of laughter.

Max, already losing it, grins widely. "You’re telling me to pause, but I’m the one who’s not controlling it!"

Lando, equally amused, can’t help but tease, hiding comfortably from the monster "Didn’t know you were this scared of a game, love."

Y/N’s frantic clicking can be heard through the mic as she scrambles to escape whatever horror was chasing her in the game. "I can’t— I swear it’s going to catch me!"

A sigh of relief escapes Y/N’s mouth as she finally reaches the room, the monster stopping its chase just in time. “Right, so you two do all the work and I’ll run out when it’s time to escape.”

Max lets out another laugh, clearly amused. “That’s not how it works, Y/N. You've got to carry your weight”

“Come on then, let’s go. Just stay behind me and you’ll be fine.” Lando moves his character closer to hers, ready to lead the way.

Y/N, still a little nervous, responds with a grin. “I’ll keep my eyes closed.”

Lando laughs, shaking his head. “Y/N—darling, it’s fine. It’s not that scary. It’s not gonna jump out at you. You just die and respawn, it’s all good.”

Max joins in, teasing, “Yeah, but if you keep closing your eyes, you’ll miss the whole thing. We’ll be done before you even open them.”

Y/N scoffs but can’t help but laugh, her character hesitating slightly. “I’m not opening them. I’m just here to run when the time comes.”

Lando smiles at her, his voice light. “Alright, well, try not to panic. We’ve got your back.”

The chat erupts in excitement, fans loving the playful back-and-forth between them.

"Y/N’s already planning her escape route. Classic." "he calls her darling im sobbing " "Lando’s trying to act all calm but he’s lowkey making sure she’s okay." "Max is enjoying this way too much, lol."

Lando glances at Y/N with a grin. “Stay close, alright? We’re doing this together.”

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Y/Ns Instagram Live

Y/N was live on Instagram, chatting with fans while showing off her latest air-dry clay creations. She’d been getting non-stop requests to share her work ever since Max mentioned it in one of his streams, and now here she was, crafting away on camera.

Sitting on the floor in front of a coffee table, Y/N focused on the delicate jewelry plate she was shaping. She was giving her followers a detailed look at her process, her hands moving skillfully as she explained what she was doing.

"See, then you build the sides and stick it to the plate part you just made," she said, carefully adding a border to the plate. "So it kinda has a nice little border around it, and that way, you can put your jewelry in the middle without it all rolling off."

"Who you talking to?" A voice, unmistakably Lando's, makes Y/N's head snap up to look at him, her concentration momentarily broken.

Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of him standing in the doorway, and she quickly responds, trying to maintain the calm vibe of her live stream. "I'm on Instagram live— you didn’t see my text?" Y/N says, her voice soft but carrying a hint of a warning as she tries to focus on her work again.

Lando, walks into frame to stand beside her, only half his body on screen. “I saw it, but I didn’t think you’d actually be live. What’s going on in here?”

"I'm doing a jewelry plate tutorial, see?" Y/N smiles up at him, gently lifting the plate to show him the progress she’s made, the edges perfectly formed and the design coming together nicely.

Lando leans in a little closer, clearly impressed. "That's actually pretty sick. Have you shown them the other ones you've done?"

"Mhmm," Y/N nods, setting the plate back down on the table and continuing to work on it. "I did earlier. I have a few that are dried, so once I'm done with this one, I'm gonna show them how I paint it."

"Cool, cool," Lando says, grinning as he takes a step back. "I’m actually pretty curious about the painting part."

Y/N shoots him a glance, arching an eyebrow. "You want in on this too?"

Lando looks at her, then at the camera, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Can I join you?"

Y/N pauses for a moment, clearly trying to keep a straight face. "You gonna try your hand at some clay art, Norris?" she teases, but her tone is warm.

"Gotta try to beat you in something after you've somehow managed to get close to beating me on the racing sim" a smirk on his face as he plops down on the floor beside her "Right what am I meant to do?"

The two sat mostly in silence, both deeply immersed in their work. Y/N’s focus was on finishing her jewelry plate, the soft clink of clay against the table the only sound as she shaped it carefully. Lando, on the other hand, was determined to paint one of the already dried plate, though it was clear his attention was divided between the task and watching Y/N work.

"Oh, I’ve messed up, bub," Lando admitted, his voice a little defeated. "I’m sorry, this looks horrific. I think I’ve ruined it." He leaned back dramatically, letting his shoulders slump as he rested his back against the foot of the sofa, casting an apologetic look her way. "This is a disaster."

"What? No! It's cute—you even painted flowers on it, it's nice!" Y/N exclaimed, her tone playful as she tried to hype him up, a grin tugging at her lips.

Lando looked at her with a raised eyebrow, clearly amused. "Those are strawberries, you muppet," he said, laughing as he gently nudged her with his elbow, clearly not buying her attempt to boost his confidence.

Y/N burst out laughing, her hands up in surrender. "Oh, I'm only kidding! Of course they're strawberries," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

She quickly mouthed a playful I didn’t know to the camera as Lando became distracted with his painting again, a smirk creeping up on her face as she watched him carefully work on his next stroke.

"add bub to the list of names lando calls y/n" "theyre actually so cute im going insane" "not y/n gentle parenting lando" "im telling my therapist about this" --------------------------------------------------

I'm telling mom

Max’s loud voice cut through the quiet apartment, shattering the late-night calm. It was already past 10 PM, and he’d been streaming for over two hours, fully immersed in whatever chaos his Twitch chat had cooked up for him.

“Y/N! Get in here a sec!” Max’s voice carried from his gaming room, loud enough to startle Y/N from where she sat beside P, half-watching a Netflix show.

With a sigh, she got up, padding toward his room. She hesitated at the door, peeking inside carefully, mindful of the camera that might be angled her way.

“It’s almost 11 PM, Max. What the fuck are you yelling about?” she laughed, eyes landing on him. He stood in the middle of the room, VR headset strapped on, controllers gripped tightly like his life depended on it. "You look ridiculous by the way"

“Can you call Lando? He’s fucking with me,” Max huffed, shifting on his feet like he was bracing for something. “He told me to download this horror VR game, and now he’s in chat claiming he’s in bed. I swear to God—he set me up.”

“So, let me get this straight,” Y/N started, arms crossed. “You want me to call Lando—”

“Yep.”

“—to ask him to get out of bed and play a game with you—”

“Mhm.”

“—instead of letting him sleep, because it’s nearly midnight in Monaco?”

“Exactly.” Max stood firm, pointing a VR controller at her like this was a life-or-death situation.

Y/N blinked. “Oh, you’re serious—right.” She sighed, shaking her head as she leaned against the wall, already dialing.

“I swear, if he doesn’t hop on after I’ve set this up and put my contacts in—”

“Lan, you’re on speaker,” Y/N announced the second he picked up, barely giving him a chance to breathe.

Before Lando could even say hello, Max exploded. “You muppet! I’ve been standing here waiting for you for the past ten minutes!”

“Oh, piss off! I’ve been waiting for you for nearly an hour, Max! Can’t believe you actually made Y/N call me for this.”

“You weren’t picking up my calls!”

Y/N let out a slow, tired sigh and turned to the camera with a deadpan look, the exact kind of exhausted stare straight out of The Office.

“So you tell on me?! How mature,” Lando huffs

“Just hop on the game!” Max shot back, exasperated.

“This behaviour at 25 is diabolical,” Y/N muttered, dragging a hand down her face.

Through the speaker, you could hear Lando moving around. “Fine, fine! Okay, I’m on,” Lando said, voice muffled as he adjusted his setup. “Max, hurry up—I’ll send Y/N the code. Love, show him the code before you leave.”

Y/N sighed, holding up her phone as she walked over to Max. “Right. I’ve been dragged from my peaceful night just to moderate a sibling fight.”

Max squinted at the screen. “Got it. Thanks, Mom—right, I’m joining. You can leave now.” He was already fumbling with the game settings, barely paying her any attention.

Y/N rolled her eyes as Lando’s voice softened on the phone. “I’ll call you later, alright? Go watch your show with P. I’ll text you when we’re done.”

“Mm-hmm,” Y/N hummed in response, finally making her escape.

As soon as she was gone, Max turned back to chat, shaking his head. “Right, let’s go. See? He’s such a knob—I have to call Y/N every time he’s being an ass because he actually listens to her.”

The chat was loving this interaction

"Y/N staying with Max and P is actually so wholesome" "NOT Y/N BEING MOM" "LANDO LISTENING TO Y/N ONLY IS PEAK BF BEHAVIOUR U CANT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE" " "i'll call you later" is so cute he's down bad for her"

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Big Reveal

At this point, they’d practically exposed themselves. The subtle interactions hadn’t gone unnoticed—small moments that seemed insignificant alone but painted a clear picture together. The lingering looks, the casual slips of affectionate nicknames, the way their conversations always carried a certain ease.

Everyone had a general understanding that the two were a couple, but they’d come to accept that Lando and Y/N weren’t quite ready to make it official—at least, not publicly. But what really sealed the deal? Max’s most recent stream, just before the season kicked off.

“Right, chat, Lando and I are finishing up the download, and we’ll hop on as soon as it’s done,” Max said, scrolling through chat and tossing out quick thanks for subs and gifted memberships while they waited.

“Is anyone else joining us or nah?” Lando asked, finally looking up from his phone where he sat beside Max, his own setup in front of him.

“Nah, don’t think so. Connor just texted—he’s out,” Max replied, making Lando nod before going back to whatever he was scrolling through.

“Chat, I’ll be back—I’m gonna grab some water,” Max announced, tapping his mic to mute it before standing up.

Completely unaware, Lando reached over and tapped the mic again, turning it back on.

“Baby?! C’mere a sec!” Lando called out, sitting with his back to the camera, casually waiting for someone to walk in—completely oblivious to the absolute chaos erupting behind him.

“OH BOB, YOU’RE NOT MUTED!!” “HES HOPELESS.” “NOOOOOOO LN TURN AROUND!!!” “HE FULLY EXPOSED HIMSELF IM CRYING.” "baby??!"

A moment later, Y/N appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame. "Hello my pretty girl, wanna come join Max and I?" “Aren’t you live with Max right now?” she asked softly.

“Yeah, yeah, I muted it—don’t worry,” Lando reassured her without a second thought. “Wanna join? Max is still downloading it, we can set yours up if you’re up for it.”

Y/N smiled. “Yeah, sure, I’ll go grab the laptop.” With that, she turned and left the room.

Max walked back in, settling into his chair. “What were you two chatting about?” he asked as he put his headset back on.

“Y/N’s gonna play with us,” Lando answered smoothly. “Oh—by the way, I muted your mic. Chat can’t hear you right now.”

Max blinked. “Well, yeah, I muted it before I left—” His head snapped toward Lando. “Did you fucking tap the mic again?”

Lando visibly paled. “…No, I muted it.”

Max hurriedly glanced at chat, eyes scanning the messages flooding in before exhaling sharply. “You fucking unmuted it, you idiot.”

Lando sat there, frozen. Then, with an almost comically slow realization, he sighed. “Damn… well. Secrets out.”

Y/N practically skipped into the room, excitement clear in the way she carried her laptop against her chest. But the moment she stopped behind the two, her smile faltered.

Max and Lando both looked at her with identical guilty expressions.

“…What?” she asked, breaking the silence.

Max didn’t hesitate. “Your dimwit of a boyfriend just exposed you two. He unmuted the mic.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “No...”

Lando was already reaching for her hand, pulling her close. “I’m so sorry, baby. I swore I muted it.”

Y/N groaned, running a hand down her face. “Oh my God. How bad?”

Max snorted, scrolling through chat. “Let’s see… ‘We’re witnessing a live trainwreck,’ 'my pretty girl', ‘Bruh did he just expose himself?’ ‘Send help, I can’t breathe,’ and—oh, this one’s gold—‘My parents are finally public.’

Lando groaned, burying his face in Y/N’s side. “This is your fault, Max.”

“My fault?! You tapped the damn mic!”

The two went back and forth, bickering like a couple of siblings, while Y/N just stood there, still trying to wrap her head around what was going on.

“Oh, Y/N, come on. Don’t worry. It’s not like it’s a big surprise. He hasn’t exactly been subtle about it either.”

“Yeah, but until now, it was all just rumors and whispers.”

Lando shot her a reassuring smile. “Aww, baby, it’s fine. They love you, you know.”

Max groaned, leaning back in his chair and teasing them both. “See? Now he’s gonna go full PDA mode, more than he already does. We’re all doomed.”

Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head. “I swear, I can already see it.”

Lando reached over to take her hand, squeezing it gently. “It’s not that bad, is it?”

“Yeah, it is,” Max teased, rolling his eyes. “Just wait till he starts calling you ‘babe’ every two seconds on stream.”

Lando grinned mischievously. “You love it, Max. Admit it.”

Max shot him a playful glare. “I’m really starting to think I’ve been cursed.”

“Right, come on then, let’s play before I get called for an impromptu PR meeting,” Lando chuckled, giving Y/N a wink as he pulled his headset on.

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demonpiratehuntress · 9 days ago

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the green monster (Straw Hats + Ace, Law, Kaku)

featuring - Zoro x F!Reader, Ace x F!Reader, Law x F!Reader, Sanji x F!Reader, Kaku x F!Reader, Luffy x F!Reader, Usopp x F!Reader

summary - it's really just Sanji causing all the chaos (someone please stop him) except in his case it will be Ace

warnings - mentions of violence in Kaku's

ZORO

On a normal day, the swordsman can't stand the cook. Just looking in his direction is enough for his mood to turn sour, especially if he has that stupid little smirk on his face. And that weird curly eyebrow...don't even get him started on that.

But now here he is, cracking an eye open when he hears the cook's annoyingly shrill voice ring out, calling out the names of all their lady crewmembers. When he gets to your name, Zoro sits up, visibly annoyed.

"(Name)!" He cooes, "You look so pretty today! Is that a new top?"

Zoro's eye twitches. He is half ready to pull out one sword and do what he's been aching to do since Sanji had joined - slice the damn cook into ribbons.

But then you tilt your head back and smile up at the cook, "Thank you, Sanji. And yes, it is!"

It was a harmless response, really. But in Zoro's head, it was just a reminder that he hadn't noticed your new clothing. And it was enough to ruin his mood, irritate him, and make him feel guilty all at once. That combination usually resulted in unexplained anger from the swordsman.

"Will you just shut up already?" He snarled at the cook, "You're so damn irritating all the time, commenting on their clothes!"

You, taken aback by his sudden outburst, stood up and put yourself between the two before the cook could retaliate. You put a hand on your boyfriend's chest, meeting his gaze, silently telling him to calm down.

"What's wrong, then?" You asked when you're both finally alone.

"Nothing," he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. His refusal to meet your eyes was his most obvious tell, if not his entire posture.

You sighed, "Why don't you just ignore him?"

Zoro mentally groaned at how well you knew him, being able to tell what was wrong without needing a verbal response from him. He shifted uncomfortably, his expression changing into something you rarely saw from him - vulnerability.

"I didn't notice your top," his voice, usually gruff and loud, came out small and unusually soft. "So when he did, I got annoyed."

Your expression softened, "I'm going to be honest with you, even I forgot I bought this recently. I only realised when he said it. So it really doesn't matter to me."

"Dumbass," he grumbled, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You laughed, relieved that he was feeling better.

ACE

Ace wanted to see his brother. So the two of you were in Alabasta, looking for a boy with a straw hat, your boyfriend shoving Luffy's bounty poster in almost everyone's faces. You eventually found the Straw Hat crew, but amidst the joy of being reunited with his brother, Ace felt a gnawing irritation with the blonde crewmember.

You thought it was harmless, chatting with the chef animatedly, but you did not see what your boyfriend was seeing - the little flirtatious smiles and subtle flirty comments. Ace could barely concentrate on what Luffy was saying, his eyes narrowed at you and Sanji.

"Who's that?" The raven-haired commander asked his brother, without taking his eyes off Sanji.

"Oh! That's my cook, Sanji!" Luffy beamed, unaware that his brother was trying to kill the chef with his glare alone. "The one I told you about earlier."

"Mhm." Ace stood up and walked over to you and Sanji, and nearby the swordsman sat up just slightly. "Hey sweetheart," Ace spun you around, his strong hands gripping your waist as he pulled you in for a kiss.

When he pulled away, your knees were trembling, you were breathless, and your eyes were wide. Ace chuckled, pressing a sweeter kiss to your cheek before smacking your ass and walking away.

That menace.

When you turned back to Sanji, his face was beet-red and he mumbled something in embarrassment before politely excusing himself - returning to flirting with Nami, and avoiding you at all costs.

You approached Ace, eyebrow raised, "Never thought I'd see the day where THE Fire Fist Ace feels threatened. Especially by a guy with a weird eyebrow," nearby, Zoro chuckled.

"I wasn't jealous," he grinned, "Just figured he needed to be reminded that you are happily taken."

"So you were jealous."

"No! He needs to know you're mine!"

"So what I'm hearing is...you were jealous?"

While you laughed, he shut you up with another kiss.

LAW

Law doesn't get jealous. At least, he doesn't rationalise his feelings as jealousy. You're pretty sure he doesn't even believe that's a real emotion. Of course, that may be because he's never had a reason to feel it before, because no one had ever dared flirt with you before.

Until you meet the Straw Hats.

Not only is Law profoundly annoyed by their captain, but their chef soon starts to inspire some ugly, new and confusing feelings within the surgeon.

You're just discussing baking - a hobby that seemed to only increase the cook's interest in you. You don't see anything wrong, but from the outside it becomes clear that Sanji is flirting. The light touches, the subtle comments, the little smiles...it's enough for Law to wind up gritting his teeth, some very dark thoughts entering his mind. He's not listening to Luffy - he's fixed his intense gaze on the blonde cook.

You glance at him and have to do a double take. You've seen that look before, and it usually results in...extreme consequences. You have to excuse yourself to rush over as you see him lifting his hands - a telltale sign he was going to room, shambles the chef - probably in the ocean.

"Law!" You quickly grab his arm, stopping him. "What are you doing?"

"What needs to be done," was his psychotic-sounding response.

"You are actually insane," you blocked his view of the chef, "You can't do that!"

His intense gaze turned on, a frown on his lips, "He's an idiot."

You sighed, "Yes he is, but you can't just toss him into the ocean!"

"Why not? He clearly has no respect for our relationship."

You opened your mouth to speak, then closed it again, before laughing.

"What?" He snapped, unamused.

"You're jealous!" You exclaimed, "Finally, a first!"

He just rolled his eyes and room, shambled you back onto the Polar Tang.

SANJI

Usually, you are the jealous, infuriated one. So for once, it was just slightly satisfying for him to finally feel the way you did every time he greeted a woman a little too familiarly or lingered on them a little too long.

Luffy's brother had found your crew in Alabasta, and had ultimately joined you for a little bit of the ride. On the Going Merry, he chatted to everyone in a friendly manner, but something about the way Ace spoke to you specifically set off alarm bells in Sanji's head.

It was harmless, in reality. Ace was a funny guy, and you were merely laughing at one of his stories. Sanji was making a meal, his frown deepening as he heard your laughter.

"Luffy, you didn't tell us your brother was so funny!"

That was it for the chef. He rushed outside, falling to his knees in front of you. Everyone stared, but he didn't care as he clasped his hands together in a begging motion, his eyes brimming with tears.

"My sweet, sweet (Name), please don't leave me for him!" Tears streamed down his face comically, and you raised an eyebrow as the others tried their hardest not to laugh.

"Why exactly do you think I would do that, Sanji?"

His expression became a mix of panic and confusion, "But you said Ace was funny, and you were laughing at his jokes!"

You face-palmed, an amused smile on your face, "Because he is funny, but that doesn't mean I'm leaving you for him! I'm yours, my idiot chef, and that's not going to change."

Immediately his mood switched - a smile brighter than the sun itself formed on his lips and he scooped you up into a bone-crushing hug.

"But, I'm just saying, that's how I feel when you flirt with other women."

He froze.

"Then I'm never doing it again! I'm so sorry, my love."

He, of course, did it again.

KAKU

Once again, Kaku is by no means an insecure man. He doesn't have much to be jealous about - other than everyone else having normal-sized noses, which you've reassured him you absolutely do not care about.

Then the Straw Hat crew finds their way to Water 7, and flip everything upside-down.

But initially, it wasn't the Straw Hats as a whole that made Kaku feel threatened. It was one specific, incredibly annoying individual that was making Kaku's blood pump a little harder than normal.

The blonde chef.

His flirting with Khalifa wasn't the issue. He could continue doing that. But when he turned his attention to you...it was the first time in a long while that Kaku experienced jealousy and insecurity.

You, on the other hand, could not believe the audacity. Here you were, repeatedly hitting him in the face, and he was still telling you that you were the prettiest woman he'd ever seen.

You were about to tell him to shut up when a sword stopped you from landing another punch. You looked up quizzically, questioning your boyfriend with your eyes.

"Leave him to me," he told you, his eyes glinting dangerously.

You shrugged it off, but when you engaged one of their other crewmates you realised - he was jealous.

"Cute!" You called out to him.

"I don't know what you mean," he smiled coyly.

You blew him a kiss, right before everything went wrong.

LUFFY

Luffy does not process negative emotions well. Sometimes, not even at all. Jealousy is a foreign concept to him, because he's always been happy with the people he surrounds himself with, and he's never had a reason to feel jealous.

That is, until you reach the Baratie and you meet a certain waiter/chef/whatever he called himself, there.

It started with Nami. You were all casually seated at your table, minding your own business, when Sanji sauntered up and started taking orders. Only to get sidetracked by complimenting you and Nami, smiling at you both flirtatiously while ignoring the boys.

"Hello?" Luffy tried to get his attention, annoyed but because he couldn't order his food. "We are trying to order food!"

When Sanji ignored him, Usopp leaned in and told the oblivious captain what the waiter/chef/whatever was trying to do. When Luffy looked confused, all Usopp had to say was "trying to steal (Name)" and the Straw Hat leader jumped up on the table - right between you and Sanji, effectively blocking you from the cook's view.

"Can I order now?" He whined, "Once I eat enough, I can beat you up for trying to steal (Name) from me."

Sanji's eyes widened, not expecting that, but he promptly backed off - only to continue flirting with Nami, who mumbled something about wishing she had a crazy boyfriend who would threaten to beat up everyone who flirted with her.

You giggled when Luffy locked you in a tight embrace, nuzzling his face against your neck, "Mine. My treasure."

A blush crossed your cheeks as you smiled, "All yours, Luffy."

USOPP

Usopp knows what jealousy is, and has probably felt it the most. He spent most of his life in Syrup Village watching Kaya take an interest in other guys, while he pined for her in the shadows.

Until he met you.

Then he thought he was okay. You agreed to be his girlfriend, he had you, nothing could go wrong...right? He didn't have to worry. He didn't have to be jealous anymore. And with your constant reassurance, he never was.

Until the disaster that was the Baratie incident.

Usopp has never been good at flirting. Sure, he's charming in his own way, with his stories and his humour, but he could never charm a girl the way the blonde waiter was currently charming you and Nami. Well, neither of you in actual fact, but he thought he was.

You noticed your boyfriend's forlorn expression, and reached over to grasp his hand in yours, a soft smile adorning your lips, "Hey, Usopp? You okay?"

He tried to laugh it off, but it wasn't his typical loud, cheerful laughter, "Of course, (Name)? Why wouldn't I be? I just think I'm feeling-"

"If you name another fake illness I am going to flip you over this table," you threatened, laughing. Then, seriously, "Come on, what is it?"

He sighed, giving in, "The waiter."

Your eyes went wide, and then your expression softened as you squeezed his hand, "Which one?"

His head shot back up, "The one who-"

"I don't know what you mean," you shrugged. "I don't see any waiter worth noticing, do you?''

A familiar warmth filled him, and his smile returned, "Thanks, (Name)."

You kissed his cheek, "I'm all yours. You're the only one I ever see."

His chest puffed out, heart swelling with affection for you.

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Clueless: Smitten

Jeongin x fem!reader

Warning: unhinged group chat as always, other than that, nothing!

Genre: friends to lovers, fluffffff

Summary: You and Jeongin go to the same MMA class, and he is absolutely smitten by you. And you two are good friends too. The problem? You treat him like a child, when all he wants is to ask you out. And that's where his unhinged gang enters.

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Jeongin wiped the sweat off his brow, giving his opponent a nod after their sparring session, and turned around to see you pulling on your gloves. Your ponytail swayed as you hummed a tune to yourself, and Jeongin swallowed hard.

He did his best to control his impulses (such as the one he had right now to to come over and kiss the hell out of you).

But he was not weak (mostly). He was Yang Jeongin, the future ace of this gym and your soon-to-be love interest - if only he could figure out how to get you to stop patting his head like he's some cute puppy.

“Hey, Innie!” you called out, flashing him a smile that made his knees weak. “Good job!”

He smiled and thanked you, as you came over, and did that one thing that made him want to scream into oblivion. You ruffled his hair with that adoring smile on your face. And it made him feel like a toddler.

As soon as you were out of earshot, Jeongin let out a groan and grabbed his phone. He knew what this would lead to. Obviously. But he needed his brothers.

---

Jeongin: Ok. I'm gonna cry.

Chan: Aren't you at class??

Jeongin: She did it again.

Jeongin: She ruffled my hair. AGAIN.

Hyunjin: LOLLLLLLL

Jeongin: Shut up. I’m serious.

Felix: Omg. Is this the MMA girl?

Jeongin: YES. I can't understand why she treats me like a damn child.

Minho: Because you act like one?

Jeongin: YAH. I need a plan to make her see me as a MAN.

Jisung: Bro, just spar with her and like…accidentally tear your shirt or something. Girls love muscles.

Hyunjin: You do not have the muscles for that to work.

Jeongin: HYUNJIN.

Hyunjin: I’m just saying 🤷‍♂️

Felix: Invite her to dinner! Like, after practice? Nothing says “boyfriend material” like a home-cooked meal.

Seungmin: Cooking takes time. Which he doesn't have. He’s so obviously in the friend zone. He needs something that works fast.

Chan: You’re all missing the point here. Jeongin, be honest. Do you flirt with her?

Jeongin: I TRIED.

Jeongin: I told her she looked good in her gloves once. She said thanks and told me where to buy the same pair.

Minho: Wow. That’s rough.

Hyunjin: Okay, new idea.

Hyunjin: Go alpha on her. Next time you spar, pin her down. Like real close. Look her in the eyes and growl something like, “You’re not getting away from me this time.”

---

Jeongin rolled his eyes. Here we go.

---

Jeongin: That's crazy.

Jisung: No, wait, Hyunjin’s onto something. Girls LOVE dominance.

Chan: Or, you know, you could try talking to her like an adult.

Jeongin: I’m trying, hyung, but every time I look at her, my brain short-circuits.

Felix: Omg wait. This is perfect. You could do the classic “let me fix your form” move.

Felix: Stand behind her, adjust her stance, hands on her hips. It’s foolproof.

Seungmin: It’s not foolproof. He’ll trip over his words and fall on his face.

Jeongin: Oh my God.

Changbin: No, no, I’ve got it. Show up outside her place with some flowers and confess.

Hyunjin: Or better yet, let’s sign you up for a fight. Invite her to watch. Show her you’re tough.

Minho: He’ll get punched once and she’ll call an ambulance.

Jeongin: WHY DO I EVEN ASK YOU PEOPLE.

The next morning, Jeongin walked into the gym with a nervous buzz, the ideas his brothers had fired at him the night before poking at his brain.

Jisung: Bro. Let me paint you a picture.

Jisung: You’re sparring. She throws a punch. You dodge.

Jisung: Grab her wrist, pull her in close, whisper, “Is that all you’ve got?” Then SMIRK.

Jeongin: Why would I smirk???

Jisung: Because it’s HOT.

Minho: Creepy. Definitely creepy.

Hyunjin: No, he needs to go bolder.

Hyunjin: After sparring, pin her against the wall in the locker room. Close the space, and say, “You drive me insane, you know that?”

Chan: Please do NOT harass her in the locker room.

Felix: Yeah, don’t listen to Hyunjin. What you should do is compliment her strength. Like, “Wow, you’re so strong and gorgeous.”

Seungmin: That’s so cringey. She’ll laugh in his face.

Felix: Okay, why don't you come up with some genius ideas then?!

Changbin: No, listen to me. Women love confidence. Next time you walk in, wink at her. Just a subtle one. She’ll notice.

Jeongin: If I wink at her, she’ll think I have something in my eye.

Jisung: Then STARE at her. Give her those bedroom eyes.

Jeongin: I don’t even know what that means.

Hyunjin: Oh my god. This is so easy. After practice, challenge her to a one-on-one sparring match. Get sweaty. Let her feel your power. And if you win, you say, “Winner gets a kiss.”

Chan: She’ll knock him out first.

Minho: Honestly, I’d pay to see that.

Jeongin: I will block you all.

Hyunjin: NO YOU WON’T. You love us.

---

Jeongin was standing in the gym’s parking lot after his class, trying to call Chan to come pick him up, when he saw you approaching him. You were smiling, your bag on your shoulder, your hair, that's usually in a ponytail, now left open.

“Hey, Jeongin,” you said, your voice light and teasing as usual. “Nice work today. You’re really improving.”

He stuttered a thank you, and smiled at you nervously, his cheeks heating up.

And then it happened.

You reached out, ruffled his hair affectionately, and grinned. “Such a good boy.”

Jeongin froze. His brain short-circuited. Good boy?!

He could literally hear his brothers screaming in his head.

“Say something,” Minho’s voice mocked.

“Pin her!” Hyunjin roared.

“WINK, YOU COWARD!” Jisung howled.

Instead, Jeongin stood there like a statue.

“Innie?” you tilted your head, eyes soft with concern. “You okay?”

That snapped him out of it.

“Y-yeah! Totally fine!” He cleared his throat. This was it. This was his chance to say something smooth.

“Uh…you’re…really so strong and…so gorgeous?”

The moment the words left his mouth, he wanted to die.

You blinked at him. And then, to his utter shock, you laughed - a bright, genuine laugh that made his heart do a somersault.

“Well, thanks, Innie. You’re not so bad yourself.”

As you waved goodbye and walked off, Jeongin leaned against a car, face in his hands.

---

Jeongin: I HATE YOU ALL.

Chan: Ok calm down. What happened?

Jeongin: I TRIED FELIX’S LINE.

Jeongin: SHE LAUGHED AT ME.

Felix: Wait, was it a good laugh or a bad laugh?

Jeongin: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!

Hyunjin: LOL

Changbin: Did you at least wink?

Jeongin: NO.

Jisung: Bro. Amateur move.

Seungmin: Probably should’ve gone with the “winner gets a kiss” idea.

Jeongin: I’M NOT DOING THAT.

Minho: You’re hopeless.

Chan: Guys, come on. Jeongin, did she seem like she was into it?

Jeongin: She called me a ‘good boy’.

Hyunjin: RIP.

Felix: Don’t give up! She laughed. That’s good!

Minho: Yeah, she’s laughing because she thinks he’s a puppy.

Felix: Puppies can grow into wolves, bro.

Jeongin: You’re all insane.

Changbin: Hey, wolves mate for life. Just saying.

Jeongin groaned, shutting his phone. If this was the kind of help he was getting, he might as well wing it.

Jeongin lay sprawled on his bed, phone in hand, mind racing with thoughts of you. He had officially entered what Jisung would call his ‘simp phase’. Your Instagram page was open, each photo worse than the last - worse because it made him fall harder.

There was one of you holding a tray of cookies, grinning. Another of you proudly presenting a painting up to the camera. The cat one nearly killed him - you were snuggled up with your orange tabby, its paw on your nose as you laughed.

And there was one with the MMA team - you had your arm looped with his in this one, your head tilted slightly towards him. It was a group photo, but that's all he could see. the two of you.

“I love her,” he whispered to himself, then immediately groaned into his pillow. “Oh my god, I love her!!”

---

Jeongin: Guys.

Jeongin: I’m in love with her.

Chan: We know.

Hyunjin: Wait, did you just figure that out?

Jeongin: No, but it’s hitting me all over again. I’m looking at her Instagram.

Jisung: Omg, show us.

Jeongin: No way.

Minho: Wow. Stalking her Insta and gatekeeping? Bold of you.

Jeongin: Shut up. She’s perfect. She bakes. She paints. She loves cats.

Minho: Cats? Suddenly she's a lot more interesting.

Jisung: Innie, DM her something flirty.

Jeongin: That’s so cringey I might die.

Chan: You guys are going to ruin his life.

Hyunjin: He needs to grow a spine. Just do it, Jeongin. Be bold.

Felix: OR…

Felix: Next time she posts something cute, comment something sweet. Like, “You’re so talented.” Compliment her! Girls love compliments.

Seungmin: That’s decent advice.

Jeongin: I can’t do that. She’ll think I’m obsessed.

Minho: You are obsessed.

Jisung: Or… Post a thirst trap. Let her know you’re hot too.

Jeongin: A thirst trap?! Like what?

Jisung: I dunno. Shirtless mirror selfie? Women eat that up.

Changbin: You don’t have enough abs for that.

Jeongin: I DO! STOP ATTACKING ME.

---

The boys were no help, as usual. Jeongin flopped onto his back, staring at the ceiling. He was doomed.

But then, as he refreshed your page, he saw it - a new post.

It was you and your cat again, this time with a caption that read: "My goodest boy 🐾."

Jeongin stared at it. Good boy. Again. The word that haunted his every waking moment. And yet, when you used it like this, he kind of wanted to melt.

He felt his thumb hovering over the like button. His mind raced.

“Cute cat!” No, too boring.

“You’re adorable.” No, too forward.

“Can I be your good boy?” Oh god, Hyunjin was invading his thoughts.

He slapped his phone face-down on the bed.

He couldn’t DM you. He couldn’t comment. What he needed was a real plan to show you he wasn’t just the kid you patted on the head.

---

Hyunjin: New plan. Jeongin, buy her flowers. Deliver them to her home.

Jeongin: That’s not the worst idea.

Jisung: But make it sexy. Like, walk in all sexy and say, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, so I had to bring you these.”

Jeongin: YOU WANT ME TO DIE.

Felix: Wait! What if you bake her something? She likes baking, right? It’s cute and romantic.

Jeongin: I don’t know how to bake.

Chan: That’s what YouTube is for.

Minho: Or Felix can bake and you can pretend you made it.

Changbin: No way, she’d see through that in a second. She’s too smart for Jeongin’s terrible acting.

Hyunjin: He could dedicate a fight to her.

Hyunjin: Win a match and shout, “That was for you, baby!” She’ll love it.

Seungmin: Or hate it.

Jeongin: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.

Chan: Please don’t listen to him.

Jeongin: Oh my god, my life 😩

Felix: 😅😅😅

Hyunjin: Look, Jeongin, at the end of the day, just be confident. If you act like a man, she’ll treat you like one.

Jeongin: Easy for you to say. You’re not in love with her.

---

Jeongin tossed his phone aside, heart pounding. He didn’t know what his next move would be, but one thing was certain: he was in too deep to back out now.

The gym that usually buzzed with activity was so quiet now. Jeongin stood across from you in the sparring ring, his gloves up, his nerves barely contained. He couldn’t believe he’d agreed to this.

Sparring with you? His brain was already a mess when you just existed near him. But now, you were in front of him, bouncing lightly on your feet, your focused expression somehow making you look even more stunning.

“Ready, champ?” you teased, your grin playful as you adjusted your gloves.

Jeongin swallowed hard, trying to focus. “Yeah. Ready.”

With a wink, you moved quickly as you circled him. Jeongin mirrored you, trying to keep his stance solid.

It was going fine. Really good actually. You were good with your arms, and he tried to return the pressure, throwing a one-two combo at you. You dodged effortlessly, and then out of nowhere, you hooked your leg behind his, pivoting your hips to execute a perfectly timed trip.

Jeongin yelped as his balance gave out, and suddenly he was on the mat, his back hitting the ground with a loud thud.

“Nice match,” you said, already kneeling over him, one hand braced on the mat beside his head. You leaned over slightly, your face hovering above his. “You okay?”

Jeongin glitched in real time.

It was all too much - your bright eyes, your playful smile, the way a few strands of your hair stuck to your forehead, glistening with sweat. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, and the concern in your voice made his heart stutter.

“I…uh…yeah,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You tilted your head and asked, “You sure? I hope nothing hurts?”

“Pretty sure I’m dying,” he muttered, half under his breath, closing his eyes and exhaling loudly.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” he squeaked, his face burning red.

You laughed softly, leaning back to give him space and extending your hand to help him sit up.

“You did well, Innie. Just gotta work on your balance.”

“Yeah,” he said dumbly, staring up at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky.

You tapped his cheek lightly with your gloved hand. “C’mon, champ. Let’s get you up.”

---

Jeongin: I’m never sparring with her again. Ever.

Hyunjin: What happened?

Jisung: Spill.

Jeongin: She KNOCKED ME DOWN.

Felix: Oh nooooo.

Jeongin: And instead of just walking away and letting me die with dignity, she kneels over me.

Hyunjin: Oh, that sounds spicy.

Jeongin: SPICY?! IT WASN’T SPICY. IT WAS HUMILIATING. She hovered over me with her PERFECT FACE and eyelashes and asked if I was okay. Like I’m some helpless little kitten she rescued from a tree.

Felix: Awwww. That’s so cute!

Jeongin: IT’S NOT CUTE, FELIX. IT’S A CRIME AGAINST MY MASCULINITY.

Seungmin: What masculinity?

Jeongin: SEUNGMIN, I SWEAR.

Minho: You’re spiraling again.

Jeongin: I could smell her shampoo. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

Hyunjin: Uh huh

Felix: She thinks you’re cute AND talented.

Jeongin: I WANT HER TO THINK I’M HOT.

Minho: Maybe try not to land on your ass next time.

Jeongin: Wow, great advice, hyung. I feel so much better.

Hyunjin: Bro. She’s into you.

Jeongin: SHE IS NOT.

Changbin: I mean… isn’t that kind of symbolic? Like, you’re already floored by her?

---

If the locker room was soundproof, Jeongin would've screamed so loud.

---

Jisung: Okay, okay, so she thinks you’re adorable. And a child.

Jisung: But if only she knew that you're basically ready to give her a child

Felix: OMG. Jisung, no.

Jeongin: WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!

Jisung: Am I wrong? Didn’t you literally say the other day, you'd do anything for her, even give her your last name and your firstborn child?

Jeongin: THAT WAS A PRIVATE THOUGHT, YOU GREMLIN.

Chan: What the actual fuck is going on in here?

Jisung: Oh, perfect timing, Chan-hyung! Any tips on the said topic? Since you've already done it.

Chan: Jisung. Please.

Felix: 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Hyunjin: This is so out of control, and for once it's not me 🤣

Jeongin: EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU IS THE WORST.

Chan: Jeongin. Does she actually think you’re a child, or are you projecting because you’re too scared to confess?

Jeongin: I don’t know.

Changbin: Oh, he knows.

Minho: 100% projecting.

Jeongin: I somehow feel like every time she looks at me she sees a ‘cute little brother type’

Hyunjin: Then you need to show her you’re not a little brother type.

Felix: Exactly! Be confident. Flirt back. Stop acting like she’s going to break you.

Jeongin: She already DOES break me!

Hyunjin: BRO. MAN UP. Or I swear I’ll walk up to her and tell her everything.

Jeongin: IF YOU DO THAT, I WILL END YOU.

Chan: Okay, enough. Stop overthinking it. Just talk to her, show her your genuine self.

Jeongin: But what if I mess up again?

Seungmin: You’ve been messing up this whole time, and she still likes you. You’re fine.

Hyunjin: True. She probably thinks your flustered baby deer energy is charming.

Jeongin: Oh my God

Jeongin thought he could pull it off. He thought he could just quietly distance himself from you without anyone noticing. After all, it was for the greater good. If he didn’t interact with you, maybe he could convince himself he didn’t feel anything.

But it didn’t take long for the cracks to show.

He started avoiding eye contact at the gym. No more conversations after practice. He skipped group water breaks and focused on solo drills. He even fled the gym the minute his class was done.

And you noticed. Of course you did.

Because he was literally the highlight of your day. Jeongin was a clueless idiot, because he definitely couldn't see how much you adored him, and this distance was getting to you.

---

You leaned against the wall, arms crossed as you watched Jeongin avoid your gaze for the fifth time that day. Normally, he’d flash you his shy smile or wave when you caught him looking. Now? He was all formal, barely sparing you a glance.

Something was definitely up. You waited patiently for him to come to the locker room. And of course he took the long route just to drag it out.

You huffed in annoyance before calling out, “Jeongin!”

He froze, his water bottle hovering close to his lips as he turned toward you like a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh. Uh, hey, Y/N.”

You tilted your head, scrutinizing him as you asked, “Are you okay? You’ve been weird lately.”

“Weird?” he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, I’m just… focused on training. That’s all.”

“Focused on training?” You raised an eyebrow. “Ok, so ignoring me is part of that?”

“No! I am not-” His ears turned red as he shook his head no.

You stepped closer, lowering your voice and asked, “Did I do something? Are you upset about the spar-”

“No!” he interrupted, eyes wide. “It’s not you. It’s me.”

You blinked. He did not just say that.

“Did you just hit me with the breakup line?”

Jeongin looked like he wanted to crawl under the mat.

“I…uh…I have to go.” He practically sprinted to the locker room, leaving you standing there, more confused than ever.

---

Jeongin: Guys. I fucked up.

Felix: WHAT DID YOU DO.

Jeongin: She asked if she upset me, and I panicked.

Hyunjin: Wait.

Hyunjin: You did not tell her it’s not her, it’s you.

Jeongin: HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT.

Changbin: OH MY GOD.

Jisung: LMAO. DID YOU REALLY?

Jeongin: I panicked!

Minho: This is officially the funniest thing you’ve ever done.

Chan: Okay, let’s not bully him.

Chan: Jeongin, why are you avoiding her?

Jeongin: Because I don’t want to make things worse. She already treats me like a kid. If I keep acting like an idiot around her, she’s never going to take me seriously.

Seungmin: Avoiding her isn’t going to make her take you seriously either. It’s just going to make her think you’re mad at her.

Jeongin: But what if I do something stupid?

Hyunjin: Bro. You already did the stupid thing. The bar’s on the floor.

Felix: Seriously, just TALK to her.

Jeongin: You say that like it’s easy.

Jisung: Because it is easy. Walk up to her, say, “I think you’re amazing and also I have a huge crush on you. Wanna kiss?” Done.

Jeongin: I’d rather eat a dumbbell.

Minho: Please do.

Felix: Okay, but seriously, Jeongin, if you don’t fix this, she’s going to think you hate her.

Chan: And it's gonna hurt you more than it hurts her. Or whatever.

Jeongin: Fine. I’ll talk to her. But if I embarrass myself, I’m never speaking to any of you again.

Minho: Can’t wait.

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The next day, you were warming up when Jeongin approached you hesitantly. You glanced up, surprised.

“Oh, look who finally decided to stop ghosting me.” you said, and it broke his heart to see that you weren't giving him your usual smile.

He winced as he said, “I wasn’t ghosting you.”

“Sure felt like it.” You said, crossing your arms. “So what’s going on? And don’t give me the ‘training focus’ excuse again.”

Jeongin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been… overthinking some stuff.”

“Stuff?” You tilted your head, waiting for him to elaborate.

“You,” he blurted out, then immediately regretted it.

“Me?”

“Yes. I mean -” He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “Look, Y/N. You’re amazing, okay? You’re smart and funny and strong, and you make me feel like an idiot half the time because I don’t know how to act normal around you.”

You blinked, taken aback. “Jeongin -”

“I like you,” he interrupted, words tumbling out in a rush. “A lot. And I know you probably think I’m just some kid, but I’ve been trying so hard to prove I’m not. And it’s probably really obvious now, and I’m sorry if I’ve been weird or -”

“Jeongin.” You stepped closer, cutting him off.

“Sorry.” He looked at you, panic written all over his face.

But you smiled, your heart softening. He was so damn adorable, you wanted to bite him. To say the least.

“You don’t have to prove anything. I never thought of you as just some kid.”

“You didn’t?”

“No. And for the record…” You reached out, ruffling his hair with a grin. “I like you too, Innie.”

Jeongin covered his face with his hands, whining, but he couldn’t stop the huge grin that spread across his face.

"C'mere you," you said, and Jeongin surged into your arms, letting you hug him tight.

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Jeongin: SHE LIKES ME BACK. OMG. I'M HYPERVENTILATING.

Hyunjin: NO WAY.

Felix: OMG!!! YESS!!!

Jisung: What did you say? How did it happen? Give us details!

Jeongin: I just told her I like her. She said she likes me too.

Chan: See? Told you honesty works.

Hyunjin: So when’s the wedding?

Minho: Well, that's what you get for being such a good boy.

Jeongin: OH MY GOD.

Seungmin: Congrats bro

Changbin: Go celebrate. Go get outta here!

Divider: @saradika-graphics

Tags: @moonchild9350 @velvetmoonlght @eastjonowhere @pixie-felix @sailor--sun @chancloud8 @captainchrisstan

#skz #stray kids #jeongin x reader #jeongin fluff #jeongin x y/n #jeongin x you #i.n x reader #i.n x you #i.n x y/n #i.n fluff #yang jeongin #skz x reader #skz fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff

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0asisbliss · 1 year ago

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How HXH characters react to you cooking for them

Characters included: Chrollo, Kurapika, Pakunoda, Feitan, Illumi, Shalnark.

A/n: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while..😭

Chrollo:

He's fairly surprised, but then he isn't that's what's just expected of you. I mean you love him and you care for him, and you’re just showing that by doing this small simple act.

•May go over and give you small faint kisses on your cheek.

•Asks if you need help with anything.

•Loves it when you cook his favorite foods

•Will steal buy those cute aprons that say corny shit like “Guess who’s cooking?” Or, “Kiss the cook.” He will. Multiple times.

•If you like cooking dishes specifically from your culture he would looove it. Giving you compliments like “Honey it smells amazing”, “Whatever your cooking I’d like to try it because it looks good.”.

•Likes when you bring the food to him too. He’s patiently waiting for you to finish, and you sit two plates down at the dinner table.

•Chrollo has always liked when you two would sit down and chat about how your days went, while eating some type of delicious meal. It’s even better when you cook it.

•Tries to be helpful, but will listen if you tell him you’ve got it.

Kurapika:

He already introduced you to his love of seeing you cooking. He never verbally told this though. You found out from him when he came home one day after work to see you in the kitchen stirring up a pot of pasta. You didn’t notice he was home until he was standing beside you staring at you in awe.

•When you noticed that he likes seeing you cook when his eyes sparkled the minute they laid on you once he entered your shared home.

•Tries to help you by chopping up vegetables, or washing meats.

•He helps you season the meats also.

•Or he could just stand behind you and hug your waist while you fry up some meat.

Feitan:

•Clingy. He doesn’t try to be though he just stands there behind you and watches as your stir something in a pot.

•Sometimes you think it’s because he thinks you’re going to poison him. You even asked him.

“Fei?”

“….Yes..”

“Do you really think I’m going to poison you?”

“….”

•He did nothing but stare at you, but that was enough of an answer that you needed.

•Man is this man’s chop game astonishing. You give him 3 cucumbers and he has them all chopped up in 3 seconds. Maybe all of that killing has its benefits.

•Will just stand there beside you and watch like a little kid.

•Will ask to help every now and then. When understand if you say no.

Shalanark:

Another clingy one. Hugs your waist from behind while he watches you look for seasonings in your cabinet. He thinks it’s cute when you cook for him. He starts to steal buy you cooking supplies, aprons, and ingredients for you to cook more for him.

•He’ll tell you some of his favorite dishes, and constantly compliment your cooking.

•Never to critical. He’ll be honest with you when you ask him about the food. He’ll tell you what went wrong, and right.

•Loves helping you. Will do it either if you ask him or not.

•He always say thank you every time you set the plate down on the table. He likes the little talks you two have while you eat dinner.

•Will listen to you ramble about your day.

Pakunoda:

Thinks it’s cute when your in the kitchen cooking for her. Will go grocery shopping with you once you pick up the ingredients. Giving you advise on higher quality brands, and other food items.

•She thinks you might hurt yourself while cutting so she cuts everything for you.

•Pakunoda thinks that you both should cook for each other once she sees you cooking for her, so you guys end up taking turns in cooking and watching.

•She finds different ways to help you out. If she’s not cutting something she’s seasoning something. If she’s not seasoning something she could be measuring some type of liquid.

•She’s a foodie. She’ll love anything you cook her. Especially if you cook your cultural foods! (Doesn’t matter where your from)

•Everytime you cook for her she’ll say thank then begin to eat. (She’s so sweet💓)

Illumi:

He usually has his butlers cook for him, but once you ask him to come over as a date he’s hooked. He’ll ask you so many questions. He won’t sit down and watch he’ll stand over you to see exactly what you’re doing. It’s not as cute as when feitan may stand beside you he just stares, and not even blinking.

•He’ll ask questions the whole time.

•He’s also another one that’s good at chopping things.

•He might not look like it but he has a major sweet tooth!

•He likes it when you bake for him just as much when you cook dinner for him.

•Will tell what he likes about the dish at dinner.

•He may never admit it, but he likes it when you invite him over to cook for him.

•He likes the way you smile every time he says something good about the way it tastes.

“Illumi?”

“Yes darling? Is there something wrong?”

“So? Uhm.. how does it taste?”

“…I like it. Actually it tastes great. You’ve did a good job.”

•He may even pat your head once he gets up, and leaves

That’s it for today lovelies! Have a great day, and remember to drink enough water, eat.

#hxh x reader #chrollo x reader #hxh chrollo #pakunoda #shalnark x reader #illumi x you #illumi x reader #feitan x reader #kurapika x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh chrollo lucilfer

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sunnyferr · 1 month ago

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Hi! I would like to request the letter J for your One Piece Event. I was hoping that it could be for Zoro.

I don’t know if you also wanted like a type of plot idea for it but if you do I was thinking that maybe reader and Zoro would make a pact that whenever they need to ‘destress’ they would come to each other for help. Thanks!!

your wish is my command! (I have to be honest… I took a bit of creative license and also did a little “public sex” I hope you don't mind <3)

Zoro x F!Reader

MDNI MASTERLIST

W!: P In V! Creampie! Rude Sex! Zoro big dick!

You had wet hands, you shook them to get rid of the excess water, leaving the dry and clean dishes in their place. With the chores done, you thought about how you would use your remaining time in the day, you heard that the girls were going to have some chats with coffee at the aquarium, so you decided to leave the kitchen.

it was one of those sweltering hot days on the ship, so you were wearing a pair of shorts Nami gave you. The kind she hadn't used in a while and always said looked better on you than on her.

You felt a gaze behind you, mostly, between your legs. When you turned around, you saw Zoro, asleep (or so you thought) on the floor with his arms crossed. Not giving it importance, you turned around and left with the girls, unaware that someone was behind you.

As you reached the door, you felt a large, heavy hand on your mouth and waist, you let out a scream of fright, but the hand muffled the vibrations of your voice. You felt a panting breath on your ear, giving you small tickles.

"Are we going to train tonight?" That was the secret code they both had, the need in his voice was visible, the atmosphere felt heavy and humid, but you only nodded, even with your mouth covered.

He released you somewhat abruptly, and you looked back, and he was already leaving the room, it was impressive how hot this man could be, for some time now you had "friendly" encounters, where your skins connected, so you took a breath of air, and turned around, entering the aquarium where the girls were waiting for you.

In the very entertaining conversation, the afternoon passed, it was almost night, and Sanji's shout from the kitchen made them realize how late it was.

"Oh, the food, shall we go girls?" Said the orange-haired girl as she stood up and headed for the door, with Robin behind her.

"Shall we go, Y/N?" the taller one said, looking over her shoulder.

"Sure," the three girls headed towards the kitchen, talking along the way, until they arrived. The smell of food wafted through your nostrils, sensing that exquisite aroma that only Sanji could provide.

"Oh, my beautiful ladies! Take a seat and eat!" The blond cook automatically set the plates for the three of them, while they waited for the rest.

Zoro walked in, with his eyes on anything, but when he saw you, he flashed a small smile, sitting down next to you.

"Oh, how are you, moss-head?" you said in a playful tone, while eating your food. They always played these kinds of games, having little meaningless fights; they were very good friends.

"Mh… could be better," he said, receiving his plate of food from the grumpy cook.

Dinner went by normally, and you and Zoro talked a bit more that night, but you focused more of your attention on your captain and his foolishness, things like putting chopsticks in his nose and acting like the clown of the night.

When everyone was going to sleep, you crossed the kitchen door, and went to the railing of the ship, you leaned on it and took a deep breath, to suddenly feel large hands on your butt, pressing you to his chest.

You rested your head on what was his shoulder, letting out a small giggle.

"I was waiting for you Roronoa" you said with a smile on your face, feeling Zoro's heavy breath, "I thought you were going to pounce and eat me at dinner, you didn't take your eyes off me"

"Mhh, I didn't do it because everyone was there, and I didn't want that stupid cook to see you" he said brazenly, running his hands over your hips, reaching the button of your shorts, making a little effort to unbutton them and left them loose, but he didn't lower them, lowering his hand slowly under your panties, in search of your wetness.

A small moan escaped from your sweet mouth, but you still answered “Are you sure that's what stopped you?” You were right, if it were up to zoro, he would fuck you in front of the blond, to prove that it doesn't take a gentleman to fuck the prettiest girl.

“You know me” he said already hesitantly, running his hand along your wet and swollen slit for attention, running his rough fingers along your smooth pussy, giving a few rough movements, letting out breathless moans, his cheeks flushed.

You could feel Zoro's cock against your back, and how he rubbed desperately, leaving little moans in your ear. He pulled his wet hand out of your panties and pulled down your shorts in one go, with your panties too in the process, turning you around, kissing you very desperately, as if it was the last time he would see you for years.

You ran your hands over zoro's large, erect member, giving him a shiver down his back, filling his body with electric currents that made him feel even more desperate for your touch. A short time later you unbuttoned part of his kimono, also pulling down his pants, just enough to see his erect member and his swollen, veiny balls.

You grabbed him with both hands and jerked him off long enough for his cock to weep pre-seminal fluid. He grabbed you by the waist, and sat you on the railing, positioning himself in between your legs, brushing against your small entrance.

“Zoro…” you moaned his name as you felt the man's desperate tip search for your hole and fuck it desperately. When he found it, he entered slowly, aware of its monstrous size, but even so, he knew that when he entered your wet cavity, the gentleness was going to end, and he was going to fuck you something (VERY) hard.

As you reached your middle, you rolled your eyes, feeling that pain arching your back. Your confused mind, unable to process the pain with the exhilaration, made you enter an exquisite state of nirvana, squeezing your walls in search of movement.

Zoro without squealing, understood that this is the message to follow, and fuck you like an animal, so he went all the way in, and started to move a little, feeling your arms around his neck, scratching his back a little, while he babbled nonsense.

He got a little more confident, and started to give you a little harder gradually, feeling the curve of his cock touching that spongy skin of your pussy that made you spasm sharply.

As zoro moved harder, you could feel a little knot forming in your stomach, clenching your toes, feeling the man's brutality.

“Zoro! I-I'm going to cum!” that was the signal for him to start speeding up his onslaught, clashing wet skin and making sensual sounds in between, screaming your name in the process.

Zoro felt like he was about to cum too, feeling his heavy balls start to clench to release a big, unashamed spurt of cum. He loves to mark you, to leave you full of his honeys so that you will always be with him, in some form or another.

Between a few more thrusts, your knot was cut, letting out a scream to the sky, your walls contracted very hard, feeling your body relax in a state of peace, still letting stars run through the lids of your eyes.

But the brunette kept on thrusting, chasing his own orgasm, which was not for long. Zoro's mirror-white liquid spilled all over your pussy, leaving it filled to the brim.

Gasps could be heard from both sides, tired, zoro came out of your pussy a little slowly, and he pulled his semi-hard member into his pants, you were still in his arms, clinging to his neck. He pulled up your panties and kissed you on the forehead.

“I think it's time for us to go to sleep” you said still a little tired, but zoro gave a giggle.

“Don't you want to sleep with me on the couch?” he proposed.

To which you just smiled and agreed, while, still in his arms, he took you to sleep with him tonight.

Zoro could be sweet, even if he didn't look it.

#one piece #one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece x you #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #one piece zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x you #zoro x y/n

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dmloae · 2 months ago

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—JINX HEADCANONS

cw : streamer!jinx, lowercase intended, mention of sextoy, no x reader just simple jinx headcanons, swearing, me in my funny era (i swear i’m funny in my native language), lmk if there is more!

english is not my first language btw, enjoy!

streamer!jinx who is surprisingly a famous streamer with over 100k followers on socials medias, people like her for her random, chaotic livestreams where she passionately crafts, sometimes blowing up her desk in the process, or even cooks occasionally.

"Hello my wonderful people, today I'll try cooking some MInecraft desert with yall," she would begin..

"..Stay with me now, I am actually an incredible cook for real guys!"

stating with her weird goofy ahh looking apron.

jinxlefttoe : NAAH WHO LET BRO IN THE KITCHENN

mincraftlvr : SHE GON BLOW HER KITCHEN UP IM WHEEZINGG

cookiecoquette : at least she got confidence guys.. ntm on my girl now!

mimemamomu : based on how her apron looks, her cooking is probably gonna be actual cheeks, guys, I’m just saying…

"YALL ARE JUST STRAIGHT UP HATING WHAT THE ACTUAL FREAK GUYS???" she would argue, pointing her finger toward her webcam, which by the way, is always going through a lot with the crazy things Jinx puts it through.

and when she would let VI try a piece of whatever she made on live while uttering to her sister to be honest to her fans,

"You're onto something I can't lie.. Just keep it up, yeah?" VI began,

lowtaperfadefornite : BRO GOT A GUN HELD UP TO HER HEAD

kneesurgeryistmrw : BLINK TWICE IF YOU NEED HELP GIRLY

the comment to that would either be some people making fun of Jinx or people thirsting over her sister.. ALWAYS!

goofycaiaddict : WHO DAT IN DA BACKKKKK

ilovepossays : i mean im as good as Jinx cooking so if you ever want to taste me hmu?

"Yall need to stop thirsting over my sister RIGHT NOW or your asses are getting blocked, im not playing.. AND she was being totally honest are yall doubting your all time favorite streamer?" Jinx would complain while reading all the comments popping up as fast as the speed of light, giving them a puppy-eyed look.

streamer!jinx who would put up a PR adress so fans could send her gifts or some things of her amazon wishlist so she can open them while streaming, and one particular day she was only opening up one pink box wondering what it was,

"CHAT this box is so so pretty like actually," she started while shaking the box.

"Now I'm so exited to see whats inside of it.." she would continue. She then proceded to open the pink package like a excited child on Christmas,

She then slowly looked up from the package to the webcame, a thin line was forming her lips, she exhaled slowly.. And she pulled whatever was in the box to show her fans,

"WHO THE FUCK SENT ME A FUCKING DILDO? I AM DEFINITLY COMING FOR YOUR ASS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK GUYS?"

user5679 : LMAOOOOO TO THE PERSON THAT DID THAT ILY FRL

justkiddg : BROOO YOU SHOULD BE THANKFUL IF YOU EVER GET HOES UR PREPARED!

sstylin : HOLY CHEESE THATS ACC SO FUNNY WTH

hklopfh : BROS GETTING BANNED LMAFOO

streamer!jinx who is so brainrotted.

IDC WHAT YOU SAY she would just be on stream, while playing roblox wth the voice chat on, then completly going on and off while muttering some nonsense brain rotted words or references.

streamer!jinx who would go off on 9 years old on roblox.

streamer!jinx who is cronically so online

streamer!jinx who definitly goes to a tatoo palor while streaming because she lost a bet with one of the viewers and she had to get some goofy tatoo.

streamer!jinx who is so ass at playing whatever game that involves shooting.

streamer!jinx who definitly wakes all of her neighbors because of jumpscares.

streamer!jinx who don't look like she gets pussy but she does, trust me.

streamer!jinx who started a youtube channel for funsies but it she litterally got a youtube community with all the ipad kid package that come with it.

streamer!jinx who has an incredible sense of style, she definitly wears carhartt LIKE FOR REAL!

streamer!jinx who is so intentionally funny

ok i got lazy bye!

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emoisthenewemu · 3 months ago

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Make The Neighbor's Know My Name - ERWIN SMITH x F! READER SMUT

MDNI 18+

What happens when your hot, (divorced) older neighbor just can't help himself?

wc: 5.5k (sorry!)

cw: SMUT, porn w plot, Modern!AU, age gap, mentions of shitty fathers, DADDY KINK (again, sorry i just know he has one), cursing, p in v, oral on both ends, squirting, general nastiness, breeding kink lol

a/n: wow had sm fun writing this. also this may be tmi scroll if u dont care but shoutout to the dude who made me s****t for the first time i was reminded ab you when writing this, hes a whole dad now lifes crazy

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Erwin Smith is an established man. He has a nice house and a good job-one where he got his hands dirty and worked his way up for years before becoming the boss. He works out on a weekly basis, eats (somewhat) healthy and can (again somewhat) cook. He is clean and well kept, educated and respected in his community. Kids love him, so do dogs and the elderly. With a politeness often associated with much different times and a beautiful, piercing set of blue eyes, he is damn dear perfect. On all accounts-a wonderful man.

So, it puzzles many that he lives in such a nice four bedroom all alone. It was not always like this; he used to be married. Had a sweet little housewife that got to stay home and do what she pleased. But it seems that freedom got to her head, overzealous with how much she could get away with-unfortunately it did not take many years of marriage to understand that it was never going to work. All it took was Erwin working a few months of overtime to push her into the arms of another man, one she claimed would give her more attention than he ever did. Perhaps he had neglected her a bit, let his job take over his life for a while. But it was all for her! So, they could have even more stability and possibly even become ready to start a family.

Nowadays he thanks God they never had a child together. And after the dull ache that was getting cheated on, the divorce, the court process that ensued afterward-the man was convinced that he was better off alone. He could accept that truth. There was no need to go chasing a feeling he had already experienced.

But that is not to say that he does not get any action. He is a man after all and they have needs, he surely does. He is no stranger to going out and chatting up nice women, taking them out on a few dates and making them feel special only to break it off when things get serious. It's a pattern at this point. His friends (employees) tell him he should drop the good guy act and just fuck shamelessly. Skip the formalities and go straight to the good part. Just be honest, it is arguably better than whatever the hell he is doing.

He considers it for about a week, even thinks about downloading an app so the opportunity is always there at his convenience. He knows he is a good-looking man who has much to offer, the matches will certainly come in.

That was until he becomes distracted by you. A cute little twenty something that moves directly across the street from him. He watched from both the windows of his home to the security camera which conveniently already faces your house. You had a few other younger girls helping you, two guys and neither seemed to be your boyfriend so that was a plus. And when he left to go get drinks, truck keys in hand-acting like he was not staring directly at you behind the shade of sunglasses you were bold enough to be the one to utter the first word.

It was after a few giggles of your girlfriends, who were also checking him out, but he was more focused on you. Hoping it would indeed be you that was moving in. "Hi neighbor!"

One of the girls slaps you lightly, mostly surprised you were actually bold enough to call out to the hot dilf across the street that's probably married. But he waves and says hello back before stepping into the large truck and driving off. They laugh as you stand there for a while, the wheels in your head turning.

You've always had a thing for older guys.

You soon come to learn he is not a dilf but the sentiment is there. It begs to argue the question, does a man really need to have a child to be a dilf? It may be in the title, but you see it more as a state of mind. And you also learn that he is divorced, he lives alone actually. Except for the golden retriever you often see accompanying him on runs.

You can thank the nosy old lady that lives next door for all of this top-secret information. It reminds you to accept her invites inside for tea often, you feel like you've met the whole neighborhood thanks to her gossip.

For the first month and a half your interactions with the man are mostly basic. Friendly 'hello's' and small little waves before the two of you leave for work in the mornings.

The first time you have an actual conversation is when you are bold enough to knock on his front door one Sunday morning. You know he is awake because he has already gone for his morning run. The sight of your new sexy neighbor all sweaty in his compression top and gym shorts has now become a part of your weekend routine. You wouldn't miss it for anything.

His hair is wet from the shower he just finished, still slightly dripping onto the thin material of his shirt. You swallow hard, trying to not get lost in the sea of muscle staring straight at you. You look up at him. He is more than twice your size.

You want to climb him like a tree.

"H-hi Mr. Smith so sorry to bother! I heard you own a construction company and well-I have this stupid door coming off the hinges! And I'd do it myself, but I suck at stuff like that! And I'd hate to hire someone to come all the way out here for something so small" You are visibly nervous, fidgeting and playing with your hands as you find it hard to maintain eye contact. He is just so fucking hot you cannot trust yourself to not gawk at the sight of him. "Of course, I'd pay you too!"

You are so cute and helpless. A fucking door hinge? Surely you have at least one friend who could help out with something like that. But as you soon come to learn, Erwin Smith will never say no to you. "Nonsense, no need to pay me. I'm always free to help a neighbor out. Let me go grab my tools"

So, he does and follows you across the street. He definitely does not check out your ass in those tiny little shorts that lift up a bit when you walk. In your defense-it's your day off, you deserve to be comfy!

Your house is exactly what he expected it to be, cute and tidy. It smells nice and everything is so girly. Pink and creme colored decorations scattered about, shiny hardwood floors that he can tell you recently cleaned. Perhaps it was in preparation of him coming over. Of course, the door just happens to be the closet door in your bedroom, with all of your cute little clothes as you sit on your cute little bed and watch.

Fuck, for some unknown reason the man finds it hard to focus. Even as you make small talk, his mind is elsewhere. Stuck on the sweet smell of you, the way you sit looking so pure and innocent-legs dangling over the edge of the bed as you watch him, head curiously cocked to the side.

He feels like a pervert for imagining what you must do in that bed. How beautiful you must look in the mornings when you wake up feeling lazy, stuck between the sheets. Do you cuddle up with the singular fluffy stuffed animal at night? Do you take it off the bed before you fuck someone, or does it stay up there? Even more, how many men have you fucked in that bed?

He forces himself to snap out of it, silently scolding himself for being so crass. This is not very neighborly of him. You would likely be disgusted by his vulgar thoughts. Or maybe you would like it, you don't do much to hide the way you stare at him. Even before this day, it was quite obvious that you had a little crush on him.

Yet as the older, more mature adult in the situation he tells himself that he must not entertain the idea. He is eighteen years older than you. Children have been born and graduated high school in that amount of time. It's downright wrong and these intrusive thoughts need to be put to an end.

It was easier said than done, especially when he catches a glimpse of your pink lacy panties thrown about the closet. He thinks about the underwear for the remainder of his day, if he were a less respectable man, he would have pocketed the pair and took the home. But he would never, he only imagines he did.

Two days later you show up to his doorstep, with a nice homemade lasagna and the sweetest smile on your face to thank him. It is you that he wishes to devour instead. He even invites you inside to talk for a bit but keeps things fairly short. He considers opening up a bottle of wine but talks himself out of it. Remember, he promised himself he would not entertain the idea of you. Although it may be too late because he fucks his fist to the thought of you every night for the remainder of the week.

And one early morning at work, before any of his men have been sent out on jobs a few of them congregate around his desk. Engaging in small talk as they usually do, telling stories of girlfriends, wives, how drunk they go the other night, cars-the usual guy stuff.

"Boss! How're the apps treating you?! You get any action?" Eren, one of his younger employees cannot help but ask seeing as he was the one to suggest in the first place.

"For real! You haven't said shit since we made you download it" Connie walks in, hardhat in hand as the other one holds the phone his crazy girlfriend is currently blowing up. He ignores the calls and shoves it into his back pocket. "Don't hold out on us man I tell you everything!"

"I'm aware" Erwin cocks a rather judgmental eyebrow-there are many stories which would have been better off unheard. Things he would much rather forget.

And then he thinks of you-the only woman which has plagued his thoughts for close to two months now. He sighs, contemplating if it worth bringing up. His heart drops as the realization dawns on him that you are practically the same age as the two young men before him-younger actually. "Shit" He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "There is...a woman. Not from an app, my neighbor actually"

"Ohhh your neighbor! So, you get to hit and just walk right back home?" Connie laughs and the man cannot help but roll his eyes. These two are definitely the wrong people to be discussing this with.

"We haven't done anything; I just find her attractive is all. Probably not the smartest idea to fool around with someone I run in to almost every day anyways"

"Why not? Saves you money and gas" Eren argues. "She live alone too?"

Erwin sighs because he has neglected to mention the most important detail. "Yes, she lives alone, apparently she inherited the house from her aunt"

"All I hear is a lonely lady who needs some company" Connie shrugs, taking a sip of his coffee. "What's stopping you?"

"She's quite young"

Eren and Connie could not be more excited that their usually reserved boss is opening up to them for once. After all of the talking they have done, it is his turn to ask for advice. "Erwin Smith you smooth motherfucker" The shorter man teases. "How young?"

"Last year of college young"

The men all but gasp, smiling excitedly as this is the juiciest piece of information they've heard in ages. They never would have expected it from a man who (with all respect) has a constant stick up his ass. "Younger than us?"

"......yes" He sighs ashamedly as the men whoop and holler. Rolling his eyes as they dap each other up as if they are the ones about to get laid.

"You better do it boss! Chicks these days are crazy. We can thank your generation for being such shitty fathers" He should expect such ignorant comments from someone like Jaeger, a guy who has been stringing his girl best friend along since childhood.

"Forget I even said anything" Smith stands up, grabbing a clipboard and few other necessities for the job site he will soon be off to. But he should know the two young men would persist.

"I say do it boss!" Eren encourages, pumping a fist into the air. "Do it! Do it!"

"Do it! Do it!" Connie joins in on the chanting, they follow the man out his office-ignoring the stares of their fellow colleagues. That is until their boss scolds them to get the hell to work. So, they do, retreating back to their trucks as Erwin stands in place in thought for a while.

They have given him much to think about.

He ponders the conversation for days afterwards. Every time he looks at you, when you have those short little conversations that keep his day going. Perhaps it would not be so bad, he hopes you aren't looking for anything serious. Or maybe he does, his mind remains undecided. It would not be so bad having a pretty young thing like you on his arm. But he is getting ahead of himself.

He talks to you more, striking up longer conversations whenever he gets the chance. You are very polite; he finds it sweet the way you cross your ankles and tuck your hands behind yourself whenever the two of you speak-almost as if you were nervous. For some reason, it makes him want you even more.

After weeks of much of the same behavior he decides he has had enough. It's not so bad, it's not like he knew you before you were an adult or anything. You are a grown woman who pays bills and provides for herself-you have your own house for Christ's sake! He needs to stop babying you, looking at you as if you are just some lost little girl. You have needs of your own. Needs he is more than certain he can meet. So, he invites you inside for drinks one Friday evening, you do not think about it for even a second before agreeing.

Sending a text to your girls about how you are finally going to fuck the hot man from across street, you shut off your phone. You want absolutely zero distractions during your visit, a plan of your own is in the works.

You drink his fancy wine and watch a movie on the couch, carefully maintaining a bit of distance between the two of you. You almost forgot how nervous he makes you, perhaps the liquid courage is what you need to get your act right.

"Come closer" He pats the spot beside him, and you hesitantly follow his orders, setting down the wine glass and closing the gap between the two of you. Your thighs are touching, hands awkwardly stuck on either side of you, the pace of your heartbeat quickens when the man slides an arm down and around your waist. "What's the matter? Am I making you uncomfortable?" He has to make sure before things go any further. Your stiff body language is telling him that perhaps he should slow down.

"Oh no! Never!" You shake your head, trying to ease into his touch. But you are still afraid to touch him yourself. "It's just......you're a bit intimidating"

He exhales a puff of air through his nose, clearly amused by your words. Brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, he speaks again. "Oh darling, I don't mean to be. What can I do to make you feel better?"

His deep voice sends shivers down your spine, it sends shivers somewhere else too. "I-I don't know" You laugh. "You're just so big and..... established. Have no idea what you're doing sitting here with a girl like me"

"Oh, don't say that" He turns his body a bit to face you better, arm still stuck in its place around you. He places the other hand on your knee, you remain painfully aware of its place. "I'm the one who should be questioning how I got such a pretty little thing sitting on my couch" You giggle, it makes him twitch in his pants. "I'm the lucky one here"

His hand slides up to your thigh, massaging the fat in a way that makes you burn with desire. A heat builds deep within you. "T-touch me please"

Oh, your sugary voice is driving him crazy; he had no idea he would be this into something like this, someone like you. He pulls you into his lap, hands dragging up and down either side of your body as he takes all of you in. He lets out a long sigh, hips shifting beneath you as his cock begins to harden at the feeling of your burning skin. He hooks his thumb beneath your shirt, looking up at you. "May I?"

You nod almost frantically before he pulls the fabric over your head. Facing a baby pink, lacy bralette-he is unable to stop the groan from leaving his lips. He kisses the uncaged skin beneath your breaths, inadvertently taking a deep breath in to get more of your syrupy scent. "You wear this for me?" He questions.

You nod shyly, trying to hide your face but he pulls it closer to look at him. A hand guides you to fill in the space between your faces, foreheads pressing together but he does not kiss you. Not yet anyways, he wants to tease you a bit first. "Use your words"

"Y-yes I wore it for you daddy" It was a shot in the dark, most men his age are into shit like that.

He groans again. Fuck. Eren was right, thanks to all the shitty fathers out there, yours included.

You laugh, finally gaining that bit of confidence you need to keep the teasing going. "Wanna see what else I put on for you?"

"Show me darling" His eyes follow your hand which goes down to unbutton your shorts, unzipping them a bit before hooking your thumb to pull them forward-giving him perfect sight of the cute little bow which sits atop your panties. The same pair he spotted in your closet all those months ago. If he wasn't hard before then he definitely was now, nearly bursting at the seams of his pants. And he chuckles, twitching in anticipation as your body rocks with his. "You planned this, didn't you? Dirty girl"

"Mhm" You laugh, hand running down his chest, you let your nails dig into the fabric of his shirt a bit. You are desperate to feel even more of him. "Did I do a good job?"

"So good princess" He confirms, kissing your chest again. "Let's go upstairs"

You agree, making sure to grab your shirt that you clutch to your chest, painfully aware of the fact you are the only one without a shirt on. But your worries are soon dissolved because Erwin sheds his own shirt the second the two of you reach his room, you sit on his large bed, taking him in all his glory. Your mouth practically waters at the sight of nothing but muscle and evidence of years of hard work, the dirty blonde happy trail you wish to see the end of.

He walks up to you, standing at the edge of the bed and you look up to him. You are eye level with the tent of his pants. He brings a hand to gently caress your face, words are not necessary to know what he wants. You're so sweet and obedient that you go to fumble with the zipper of his pants almost immediately. And when he springs out you have to stop your eyes from widening at the sheer size of him. You almost feel afraid again but you don't want him to know that-you seem naive enough already. You'd like to surprise him a bit.

You kiss the girthy tip as if it were his lips, sticking out your tongue to flick over the slit. You press an exaggerated closed mouth kiss to the tip before taking more of him in your mouth. He groans, throwing back his head as you make your way down inch-by-inch. When you reach the base you swallow, throat tightening around him as he looks down to watch you-mouth agape.

Your wide eyes look up at him gleefully, if you could smile you would. The wait for him was sooo worth it-you think as he looks down at you in what seems to be pure amazement. Brows scrunching as he groans as you choke on his length. A mess of saliva and tears as you bob your head up and down, you can feel when his tip makes it past a certain place in your throat, growing conscious of how deep he is reaching.

It hurts but you can't find it in yourself to stop, he looks so good. An absolute mess as his manly groans make you want to play with your pussy. But instead, you take it a step further, you need this man to remember you, to crave you for years afterwards just in case this never happens again. Although you hope it does. You wrap both arms around his thighs, bringing him deeper as he begins to fuck your mouth.

Erwin, who has stayed relatively quiet since then becomes a mess. "Ohh fuck-fuck! So good, gonna fuck this tight little throat.... good girl, good girl"

You moan at his nasty words, sounds of gagging and wet slaps play like a symphony. Until he pulls back once he realizes he was about to blow a massive load down your throat. No, he wants to save it.

He pulls out, strings of spit dripping from his cock as you gasp for air, wiping away the tears from your eyes and mess of liquid around your mouth. "Mmm" You moan. "Was it good daddy?"

"So good darling" He rubs his thumb over your now swollen lips. "You're doing such a good job for me"

He leans down to kiss you, finally. Fervently grabbing at your hair and hips as he makes his way onto the bed. You scoot back, lips never leaving his as he goes to pull off your shorts. Tongues pressing together in-sync, he stops for a moment to suck on yours-eliciting a small whimper from you. Your nails trace up and down his arms, lost in the feeling of his lips. You could stay this way for hours.

But he obviously would like to keep things going, pulling down your shorts all the way before going down to kiss you through the thin fabric. He makes out with your pussy through the lace, stopping to suckle and blow tiny bubbles on your throbbing clit.

"Fuck!" You squeal, bucking your hips into his face as he continues the teasing. His tongue going up and down, creating an even larger wet spot that takes up most of the area. "Pleeease daddy"

"No, you can wait" He scolds, going to kiss your thighs softly. "Be patient. I'd like to take my time with you, get you ready for my cock"

"Mhm" You nod yet your hips buckle up again. "S-sorry"

"It's okay princess" He coos, finally pulling your panties down completely. When he licks a stripe up your pussy you all but scream.

"Mmm yesss!"

He kisses your clit, sucking it before swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. Your hips try to fuck his face, he lets it happen, diving deeper and deeper into your pussy. He sticks his tongue out and shakes his head side to side, moaning at the way you cry out-so receptive to his touch.

He moves down to fuck you with his tongue, you bump your clit against his nose, mouth open and eyes rolled to the back of your head in a pure state of bliss. You tug at his hair roughly, using it to guide you against him, so desperate for more. Your mind clouds with pleasure, mouth forming into an 'o' shape as your hips begin to stutter, breath catching in your throat. And when he pulls back to spit! on your pussy, not once or twice, but three times you think you have died and gone to heaven. With the addition of his fingers, and focusing the attention back to your clit, it is not long after that your release washes over you.

You exclaim out loud as your back arches off the bed, softly buckling down onto his tongue as he laps up all of your essence.

The both of you are panting as he comes back up to meet your lips. Tongue assaulting yours as you taste nothing but yourself on his tongue. That's the way it should be-you think. His painfully hard length presses into your stomach, you look down to see how deep it might go inside of you, but you look back up again when you start to feel scared of the stretch. You trust him, that is all that matters.

And before he can even ask if you want him to put a condom on or not, you grab his cock, sliding it down your folds and circling it around your clit. "Want you inside now daddy"

And who is he to ever say no to you? Seconds later he is pressing himself inside of you, thankful that he prepared you for it beforehand because it doesn't take very long for him to bottom out. "Ohh shit" He groans, pulling all the way out them slamming back in. "Fuck...you're so tight"

Your walls squeeze around him even more at his words, arms settling around his broad shoulders as you fight the urge to let your hips run away. He notices the way you pull back; he won't allow it. Bringing your bodies flush against one another, he rests his forehead on your shoulder, strong arms pulling you down onto him. You cry at the pressure, the way he is stabbing at you from inside, so deep you feel it might go out into your tummy. You squeal again, legs crossing over his back. "Erwin! Mmm, no no no, it hurts"

A stray tear falls from your eye, yet your hips begin to seek out his as you grow more accustomed to the stretch. "F-fuck" Your stomach begins to flutter.

"Oh shh shhh darling it's okay" He sounds so gentle, the complete opposite of the mean snap of his hips. "You want me to stop?" Another powerful thrust makes you let out a noise closer to a scream.

"No daddy please don't stop" You begin to claw at his back as he sets himself a pace, loud sounds of clapping begin to fill the room.

Your pussy is choking him, so slippery and needy. It sucks him in with each thrust, a 'slush' noise every time he pulls himself out. "So wet" The man gasps at the sight of all your juices splattered about. He needs to see more.

Pushing your knees into your chest and angling his hips a bit higher, he begins to drill into you at an unrelenting pace. A mix of saccharine moans fill the room, the sound of his headboard slamming against the wall. "Oh, oh oh! Erwin! Mmmm!" You sound so perfect, the sound of you moaning his name alone is enough to make him want to cum.

"Feels sooo good" Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he plows into you in a way that feels mechanical. In a way you have never felt before. He is so experienced, he knows all the right buttons to push, places to touch you and kiss. You are so mind numbingly stuck in a state of bliss that you almost feel lost. Like you could never crave another man after sleeping with him.

"Guys your age ever treat you like this?" He questions, now forcing your legs together with one arm and picking your hips up off the bed. Continuing his assault on your sweet little pussy that has made him go fucking stupid. He usually maintains a sense of composure when sleeping with new women, he knows what he enjoys may not be everyone's cup of tea but you, well you are the most perfect little slut he has ever met. "They fuck you this good?"

"No Erwin!" You cry out, gripping the sheets as he continues slamming into you. "You're the best! Fuck, Erwin! It's tooo much, feels weird"

Your hips twitch, he knows very well what this means. Oh, he needs it, he needs you to squirt all over him or else he will not be satisfied. "Erwin! Erwin!"

"Yeah, keep talking princess, make all the neighbors know my name, huh?" He goes down to toy with your clit, your hips attempt to squirm away. But the arm wrapped around your thighs ensure you stay in place. He pinches your clit, tip pushing against your g spot in a way that makes it hard to speak.

"Nonono, think I'm gonna pee" You shake your head frantically, trying to grab his arms and free yourself of his grip. But he will not allow it.

"Just let go" He orders, hair now sticking to his head as he shakes it back and forth. "Squirt all over daddy princess, I'll clean it up"

You finally reach your breaking point, breath so caught in your throat that your moan is almost silent, too high pitched to even be registered. Your hips and thighs are shaking, stomach quivering and you can feel your heartbeat in your pussy as he does not relent with his thrusts-close to a release of his own. When you squirt all over him, he whines stuck on the juices gushing out of you. His eyes squeeze shut as the image replays over and over again in his head, finally dropping your body back down to the mattress as he is almost where he needs to be. "Such a messy pussy" He moans into your skin, your body lays limp as you try to do something as simple as breathe.

It is hard when he snatches every little gasp out of you. But you can feel him twitching inside you, thrusts grow sloppy as you grab at his hair, your sensitive pussy being pushed to her brink. "Please please cum inside daddy. Fuckkk I need it! Wanna keep it inside all night and remember how good you made me feel"

Your dirty words are enough to push him over the edge, spilling into you and splaying your womb with his seed. Fuck, his dick belongs inside of you. So does his cum, he wants to do this every day when he comes home from work. In the mornings before he even gets out of bed. At night when before he goes to sleep. He wants you stuffed with him at all times. His cum spills out of you as he finally pulls out, dripping down your thighs.

He looks up at you with a mischievous look on his eyes. It feels unnatural to see such a composed man come undone, the way he eats you up with his eyes.

And you are staring at him like he is the most handsome man on the planet, well he kind of is. To you at least. You chuckle, you're in danger, never has a man made you feel this good before. He made you squirt the first time sleeping with you. Fuck, you're dickmatized.

"We should have done this a long time ago" He collapses into your chest, kissing whatever skin is available softy. He will clean you up in a bit, for now he needs to rest.

"Yes, we should have" You play with his hair before kissing the top of his head, making yourself quite comfortable in his sheets. You could get used to this.

And used to it, you become. Erwin is now a daily part of your routine, the same as sleeping and eating. Getting creampied by Erwin Smith was now the highlight of most of your days but it was not all purely physical. He took you out a few times, you even met a few of his coworkers one night over drinks. You spend the night at each other's houses and begin to go on morning runs together.

You suppose you should not be surprised when you end up pregnant several months later. Knocked up by your sexy older neighbor that you now consider to be your boyfriend. He even suggests the two of you get married, but you agree to wait for the baby to come along to see if that changes anything in your relationship.

Now, because of you, he will live up to his true potential as a dilf.

#erwin smith #erwin x reader #aot #aot erwin #erwin aot #aot x reader #aot smut #erwin smith smut #attack on titan smut

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stxrryskys · 3 months ago

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STARRY MY LOVE I HAVE THE BEST FUCKING UDEA

Can you do headcanons of the MW crew of when they find that the reader has drawn the most down bad positions of them and the member of the crew? Then When they're asked about it they try to just write it off as anatomy practice?

YES YES YES!

C/W : Suggestive! Smut for goonsuke... Fweaky sex positions and yeah!

Daisuke:

your major was art, times were tough so you got an internship at pony express. when you boarded the tulpar you brought a sketch book so you didn't get bored. you became very close with daisuke almost instantly, he matched your energy so well he was literally you but a male, anyways, you were on the couch in the "living room" one day and you were drawing.. Drawing freaky stuff.. You liked to practice anatomy but you feel like you spaces out and drew two figures 69ing...while standing up.. And then you looked really closely at it and the male figure looked like daisuke and the women looked a bit like you.. Then as soon as you came to that Realization, daisuke walked in

"Hey dude! Whatcha up to? " you quickly sat on your sketch book and started a conversation with him

An eternity went by and you guys were laughing

"I gotta piss" you said abruptly, you sat up and skipped to the bathroom then he notices the sketchbook sitting on the couch and got curious and flipped though it

He flushed a bright shade a red when he saw the detailed position on one of the pages.. Then he looked closer and closer and saw that it kinds looked like.. HIM?! Shit.. What would he say to-

"DAISUKE! PUT THAT DOWN!! " you ran and hopped on top of him in an attempt to get him to put it down

"S-sorry I-i- got curious!! " he said as you hop on him

"That's - it was just- anatomy practice!! I swear!! "

"I-i- believe you !! "

Goonsuke:

"Is that me "____"?? If you wanted to do something like that with me then you could've just said so~"

So with your consent he waited till everyone went to sleep and did that EXACT position with you, just because he's young does NOT mean he lacks arm strength. He literally used to beat his shit everyday before the tulpar(and he's a baseball player 😻😻)

"Fuck you taste so fucking goo- ah-! "

Curly:

If you're being honest, you're terrified of curly, He is a really big guy and he looks like he could totally pound you into the concrete if he wanted to but your perspective on curly changed the second you accidentally walked in on him changing.

you drew as a hobby to pass the time and you thought you were pretty good at it, you definitely liked realism more than anything else and you kinda... zoned out? and when you looked back at your sketch book it was a RAUNCHY position,, specifically of you and curly, he was holding you, like up while slamming you onto his cock, you had to hide this before anyone could come snoop-

"_____? you in here?"

shit

"U-uh no!!"

But it was to late.. He was already in here

"Whatcha drawing kiddo? "

"NOTHING!? "

"Nothing?? C'mon lemme see" he snatched your sketch book and his eyes widened... Oh you're cooked

"C-captain! Put that down please!! " he just ignored your pleads and continued to examine the drawing

"... That me sugar? " he looked down at you with a lustful look in his eyes

"I-it was just anatomy practice!! "

He set down the sketch book and and grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you up on your desk like it was nothing

"Curly?? "

"You wanna recreate that with me baby? "

Anya:

You were anyas intern, she was a super sweet lady, you and her got along well, you enjoyed her company, when she wasn't all shy and quiet she was super sweet and funny, at the moment you and her were sitting in the medical room chatting late at night and you brought up your drawing hobby and she wanted to dabble in it! So you got your sketch book and showed her some of your sketches, then... She flipped to one page....

"Ah! Uhm!! S-sorry "___" I didn't mean to flip to-"

yet she continued to stare at it, and she purposefully moved into a position to where you couldn't retrieve the sketchbook

"A-anya! give it back"

"Im looking! gimme a sec!'"

you hop on top of her, causing her to fall back on the medical table

the sketch in question? just you. and anya! ,,,,,scissoring and she was just enamored with the drawing, even when you kept trying to take it

Now, anya was feeling bold, she hooked her legs around your waist and brought you closer

"So? Is that how you really feel about me? "

Jimmy:

Jimmy hated you and you hated him. It had always been like that, he was a dick, the LAST thing you wanted was to be his friend, especially on the tulpar.

He would constantly make fun of your art. He thought of you as "mediocore" so you'd usually only draw when you were alone because Jimmy was EVERYWHERE!

You were at the tiny little desk in your quarters and you were drawing what came to mind, you didn't really know but you could wing it.

Finally!! You were finished!! Leeeets take a loo-.... What is that.. AH! WHAT THE FUCK!! YOU DREW YOU!! AND- AND JIMMY HE WAS ON- ON TOP OF YOU WHILE YOUR LEGS WERE OVER YOUR OWN SHOULDERS- damn. You were NOT that flexible. You didn't really realize this before but..jimmy was actually really- attractive?? Before you could comprehend... Jimmy walked in

"Hey! My laundry got mixed up with - dude what the fuck is that?? " he pointed to the sketch book

"Nothing!! "

"Nothing my ass! Is- is that me?! "

"NO! GET OUT!! "

"What the fuck??.. Is this who you really are? Just some slut? " well that was actually really hot and you didn't even know you were into that

"I-it was just anatomy practice! "

"Bullshit... You really are a slut" he moved closer and backs you up against the desk, hands on either side of you

"Yknow.. You've never looked as good as you do now.. I guess it's when you're being a little pervert.. Now..we're gonna do that"

A/N FINALLY!! I'M DONE!! I'm sorry it's taken me forever to get this out because oh my god. I've been so freaky sick, we have a bug going around😣😣 and I've had to get back into therapy so I haven't been doing all that great 😮‍💨 BUT I'M ALIVE! I'M SORRH!! ENJOY! N

#mouthwashing smut #smut #idk what im doing 😔#mouthwashing #please request #curly x reader smut #daisuke mouthwashing #daisuke smut #anya mouthwashing #anya x reader smut #jimmy x reader smut #jimmy smut #jimmy mouthwashing

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jifloulette · 6 months ago

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heeeelllo! sorry to bother you if you're busy, but would you like to do something with Reo? LITERALLY ANYTHING IS GOOD, but please fluff. thanks for your attention and have a nice day 💗

Taro Milktea?! || m. reo x gn!reader

genre ➳ - - - fluff fluff fluff !! (little angst <3)

synopsis ➳ - - - You've liked the Reo Mikage for such a long time now, but you never really thought of confessing. Why? It's only because you were scared of all the endless scenarios that would happen if you did, so you just continued to be his best friend. A new milk tea shop just opened around the two of yours school so you invited him and Nagi to try it out! You thought it was the perfect way to end the day after all, but little did you know that this would've been the day that you just happened to accidentally confess your feelings.

word count ➳ - - - 1.3k

warnings ➳ - - - a few swear words here and there, maybe a bit ooc (?), nagi mentioned but only has a platonic relationship with Reo and y/n.

author's note ➳ - - - thank you so much for requestingg!!! literally motivated me to make one more fic before the weekend ends, i hope you enjoyed what i cooked up !!!!!!! i actually loved this so i hope you love it a lot as well 🥺💗

"Hey Reo, Nagi! I heard there's a new milk tea shop that just opened around the corner of our school! Wanna go there after you guys practice?" you shouted towards the other side of the classroom that startled the purple-haired a bit. "Yeah sure, y/n! All of our drinks are on us, yeah?" Reo answered with a smile on his face. God, you were so in love with the man in front of you, yet you still couldn't manage to tell him your true feelings, one day i will, you thought.

Following the two boys to the soccer field, you placed your bag on the bleachers and waited for them to start practicing. You didn't mind watching them, no, you didn't mind watching Reo at all. The way he played was just so mesmerizing, the way his feet dribble around the ball, and the way he shoots the ball with so much force just made you fall for him even more. Time passed by fairly quickly, you didn't how. Maybe you were just so focused on Reo that you didn't notice, or maybe the world just seemed to spin faster whenever your eyes were on him.

After Nagi and Reo practiced, the purple-haired boy decided to take a quick shower which left you and Nagi to chat for a bit before he was the one to take a shower. "Hey, you're bound to confess to Reo soon." Nagi stated, you were taken aback to be honest, you didn't know that Nagi knew that you liked Reo. "Huh? What do you mean? Reo's just a friend, Nagi..", you answered, acting dumbfounded. "I see the way you look at him whenever he plays, no, the way you look at him every time he's with you or with us. It's obvious, y/n. You should just tell him." Nagi real talked you, he was right after all. You were stupid for not telling one of your best friends the truth, but you were scared! You didn't want things to get awkward between the two of you! You knew you didn't have a chance, girls and boys come flocking to him asking him to be their dates, whether it be to a dance or Valentine's day. If Nagi thought that it was obvious that you liked Reo, shouldn't he know that by now too? He is the smartest guy in the class, then again, he wasn't the most emotionally intelligent. "Listen, I..i just don't want things to be different between us, I'm okay just being Reo's best friend, m'kay? Just let me be..", you told Nagi, with a fake smile. "'Kay, whatever you say, y/n" Nagi said, his tone sounding concerned.

"Ooookay, Nagi, it's your turn! Hurry up 'kay, I really want that milktea y/n was talking about." Reo shouted, you waved to him and asked him to sit beside you as you played with his wet hair. "H-hey! You don't need to play with my hair that rough..!" Reo remarked, you just chuckled upon hearing it. "Hey, you at least need to dry your hair before we go to milk tea shop!" you replied, laughing when you saw the face he made.

Finally, Nagi was done and the three of you went to the shop, interlocking arms with the purple-haired boy beside you. Reo's face had a light pink tint on it, you noticed it but you brushed it off thinking that he just probably felt hot because of the sun but the truth was, Reo genuinely liked you too. Like you, he was also scared of things being awkward if he were to confess. Whenever so many people came flocking to him with handwritten letters, store-bought or handmade chocolates, his eyes were still on you, wondering if you liked him the same way he liked you. He's already forgotten count of how many times he's screamed into his pillow, kicking his feet, and acting like a teenage girl daydreaming about her crush. He's tried to write letters, but it's no use, he just ends up ripping the piece of paper and throwing it around his room.

"Woah.. this place looks so pretty! I'm so glad you guys agreed to come with me!", you stated, Reo swore he could see sparkles in your eyes, he swore he saw hearts around his head when he saw you! "I'll order first, it's on you right, Reo?" Nagi asked to which the purple-haired nodded. "Uhh, I'll just order a medium sized lemon tea, no pearls please, thank you.", Nagi told the elderly woman working there, "I'll get a medium sized chocolate mik tea please, with extra pearls!" Reo exclaimed, a smile plastered on his face. "Hey, y/n! What're you gonna order?" Reo asked you and to be honest, you really didn't know what you were gonna order! The two boys in front of you ordered so quickly as if they were regulars! There were so many good flavors and toppings to choose from, you also had the tendency to be indecisive so how were you gonna pick in the span of a minute? "Hello? Earth to y/n..?" Reo added, "Uh..uhm! I'll just get the taro milktea. With uh, extra pearls as well and medium sized w-will be fine..!" you manage to speak out, "Why'd you get that? You tend to get sweeter flavors, right?" Reo questioned you, "Well uh..I kind of get pressured because the two of you ordered so quickly and I kind just said the first thing that came to my head which was Taro because it kind of reminded me of you..!" you said, really, really fast.

You spoke so fast that Reo couldn't under stand any of it. There was only one thing Reo noticed though, you ordering Taro milktea because it reminded you of him?! "Why'd you think it reminded you of me?" Reo asked, the tip of his ears turning red, "I guess since it was purple and your hair's purple which I really really like playing with and- oh my god, did i just fucking say that out loud?" you responded, pretty embarrassed, your cheeks turning into the same shade of light pink when you interlocked hands with Reo. "Y-you like playing with my hair..?" Reo asked, "Y-yes.. I'm sorry if that weirded you out, I just like you so much and your hair is so soft and smells so nice that I- oh my god, did I just do it again?!?!" you remarked, shouting towards the end. "Wait?! You like me, y/n? Do you really? Please tell me I'm not dreaming!!" Reo exclaimed, you were confused as hell. Did he like you too? If he did so, then how have you just noticed it now? Oh my god, if you really just had noticed it back then, maybe you would've been dating him by now!

Throughout the whole conversation slash confession, you realized that Reo's actions towards you and other people was different. The way he looked at you with so much love and care, the way he helped you with homework in your most hated subject, the way he would always talk to you with so much care and affection, all of that wasn't a coincidence, right? "I guess there's no point in hiding, huh? Well yeah, I do like you Reo, a lot." you said, the purple-haired boy responded by hugging you tightly, catching you off guard. "Oh my god, I can't believe this day finally happened!! I like you so fucking much too, y/n! You don't how long I've been crushing on ya!" the boy hugging you announced. He was so cute like that, he was so cute being so affectionate and lovey-dovey towards you.

"One medium sized lemon tea with no pearls, one medium sized chocolate milk tea with extra pearls, and one medium sized taro milk tea with extra pearls!" the elderly woman said. "Hey lovebirds, could the two of you get a room and get your drinks already, hurts m'eyes seeing the two of ya." Nagi said, it was only then did you pulled away from the hug, still holding Reo's hand on the way to get the two of yours drinks.

Nagi had already parted ways with the two of you when Reo asked you something, "Hey y/n.. since you're like my lover now uhmm.. do you wanna stay over for the night at my place?" you immediately squealed in happiness and agreed. It was safe to say that the milk tea shop became a frequent spot that you would have dates with Reo, still ordering the Taro Milktea.

#jinxed it up ! 𓆩♡𓆪 #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #blue lock x male reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock angst #bllk x reader #bllk x male reader #bllk angst #bllk fluff #reo mikage #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage x male reader #reo mikage fluff #reo mikage angst #REO MIKAGE MY LOVES ARGH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING

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harunayuuka2060 · 1 year ago

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Vil: Riddle, please be honest with us.

Vil: Do you have an issue with the lady?

Riddle: No?

Azul: My, you don't really know how to lie, do you?

Idia: Maybe Riddle doesn't like to vibe with her. Why are we making this a big deal?

Vil: Well, let me point out a few things. All of us here, except Riddle, have become friends with her and her son.

Vil: And don't deny it, Idia. You're so comfortable when she's around that you even invited her to Ignihyde.

Idia: What? She made me a bento. And Ortho likes her too. And her kid is cool-

Leona: Yeah, yeah. We get it. She's almost like a sister.

Azul: That's why it's a question to us why Riddle is avoiding her.

Riddle: I am not avoiding her!

Azul: Oh? *pulls out his phone* *then makes a call*

Azul: Hello, my lady! Yes, yes! I'm in a housewarden meeting right now. Please come here so we can see your samples. Yes. Thank you so much.

Riddle: ...

Riddle: I'm taking my leave-

Vil: Hold him.

Leona and Kalim: *grabs him so he won't sprint away*

Riddle: Hey! Let go of me!

Azul: Now, now. MC will come here in a few minutes.

Riddle: I have better things to do!

*Someone knocks on the door, then it opens.*

F!MC: *carrying a picnic basket* *with her son sitting on her shoulders*

Toddler Riddle: Food delivery.

F!MC: Hello, everyone- Eh? What's going on here?

Vil: Hi, MC. The one Leona and Kalim is holding right now is the housewarden of Heartslabyul. Riddle Rosehearts.

F!MC: Oh. *smiles and waves at him* Nice to meet you.

Riddle: ...

F!MC: But why are you holding him like that?

Leona: He's shy.

Kalim: Yeah! And he's the only housewarden you haven't met yet! *beams*

F!MC: O-Oh... Y-You can let go of him now...

Leona: *shrugs* Okay. There you are.

Kalim: *also lets go of Riddle*

Riddle: *frowns*

Vil: Riddle, introduce yourself properly like a proper gentleman would.

Riddle: You don't have to tell me, Vil-senpai.

Riddle: *approaches MC* My name is Riddle Rosehearts. It's a pleasure to meet you.

F!MC: It's a pleasure to meet you too. *smiles*

Toddler Riddle: *takes a quick look at Riddle and-*

Toddler Riddle: Mama, he looks too short.

Riddle: ...

The other housewardens: ...

Leona, Idia, and Azul: *ended up laughing at Toddler Riddle's remark*

F!MC: R-Riddle! You don't say that! *immediately apologizes to Riddle*

F!MC: Please excuse my son- Ah, wait. *opens the picnic basket and pulls out a dessert* This is for you. *then hands it to him*

Riddle: ...Thank you.

F!MC: *to her son* Riddle, we're going to talk. *then tells everyone to try the food inside the picnic basket as she excuses herself*

Toddler Riddle: *came to visit Heartslabyul to personally apologize to Riddle* *his mother is waiting outside the gate*

Trey: He's in his study. Do you want me to take you there?

Toddler Riddle: *nods* Please do, Uncle Trey.

Trey: *chuckles* So polite.

Cater: Ridz, where is your mom?

Toddler Riddle: She's outside.

Cater: Okay! I'll go and chat with her. *goes to meet MC*

Toddler Riddle and Trey: *entered Riddle's study*

Riddle: *is in the middle of eating the dessert given by MC*

Riddle: *blushes in embarrassment when he gets spotted by them*

Riddle: *puts it down and sips his tea, then clears his throat*

Riddle: I didn't hear you knock, Trey.

Trey: Of course.

Toddler Riddle: Was it good?

Riddle: ...

Riddle: Yes... Your mother is a good cook.

Toddler Riddle: *smiles proudly*

Riddle: ...

Riddle: What is he doing here, Trey?

Trey: He came here to apologize. But I think he had already forgotten, *chuckles*

F!MC and Cater: *waiting at the gate and they saw Riddle and her son approaching*

Toddler Riddle: Mama! I said sorry! *runs to her*

F!MC: Really? *carries him up* Great job, Riddle! And please don't do it again, okay?

Toddler Riddle: *nods*

Riddle: ...

F!MC: *looks at Riddle* *smiles* Did you like the dessert?

Riddle: !!!

Riddle: *averted his gaze because he felt shy* Yes. It's good.

Toddler Riddle: Mama, he wants you to make more.

Riddle: !!!

Cater: *internally laughing at his reaction*

F!MC: Oh. Okay! *chuckles* I'll make sure to bring some for you, Riddle.

Riddle: N-No, miss! It's fine!

Toddler Riddle: Mama, his face is turning pink.

Riddle: IT'S NOT!

Cater: *laughs* No, Riddle! Ridz is right! You are really pink now!

Riddle: *is angry now that Cater is teasing him*

Cater: Oops.

F!MC: So... Riddle? Feel free to visit us in the Pop Music Clubroom. *smiles gently at him*

Riddle: ...

Riddle: *immediately calms down* I will when I have time.

Cater: *snaps a photo of him*

Riddle: ...

Riddle: Cater.

Toddler Riddle: Rest in peace, Uncle Cater.

Cater: Ayo- Don't say that, Ridz!

#twisted wonderland #twst teen!mom mc #twst toddler riddle oc #twst riddle #twst vil #twst azul #twst idia #twst leona #twst kalim #twst trey #twst cater

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layniapetrovnaaa · 3 months ago

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A Ruby Necklace and a Confession

Request/Summary: heyy can I request an Atticus Finch x f!reader where they've been friends for a while and both are developing feelings? maybe some jealousy on his part and a cheesy confession at the end? I've been simping for him pretty hard lately and was shocked by the lack of fics 😭

Warnings: Fem-Reader, Set in the 1930s, Flirting, Pining, Jealousy, a smooch, Alexandra being Alexandra, its basically all fluff and if I missed any please lmk!

Word Count: 2.6k

This is an x reader written in 3rd person pov with she/her pronouns

I think I started writing this fic like four years ago so bare with me 😭

***

Atticus Finch is not a man who takes relationships lightly. Professional, familial, platonic, and certainly not romantic. It takes time for him to develop relationships with people and connect with them. Of course, he’s a charmer, there’s no denying that. All of the Finch siblings are, Alexandra being the occasional exception; but to actually connect with someone, that was a different story for the small-town lawyer.

It had been a few years since he had been involved in the Tom Robinson trial. Things in Maycomb had cooled off a little bit, but the Finch’s were still slightly on the outs, I guess that's why she took to them so quickly, and them to her.

She came to town unannounced. How Stephanie Crawford didn't know about her settling into Maycomb until she was already living across the street would always be a mystery to Atticus (and Miss Stephanie, as a matter of fact). She came quietly, though her presence was anything but. She was the latest and most juicy gossip Maycomb’s had in a while. For what reason, Atticus was once again in the dark (he didn't partake in the drama and gossip much). She seemed like a nice girl, but according to Maycomb, she was a bit too boyish and independent for the county’s liking. And besides that, she was educated and had been sent to a women's college in New York (that much Stephanie Crawford knew). A total outrage.

Atticus met her that next Saturday morning when Maudie had invited the Finch's over for breakfast. Scout took to her quickly, as did Jem; though her pretty face made the confident young teen a bit more awkward than he would have hoped.

There was no denying she was pretty, what with the way her hair perfectly complimented her complexion and her eyes and smile rivaled to be her brightest feature. But it was her spirit that drew Atticus Finch to the young woman. She was smart, witty, funny, and vivacious. On that Saturday morning, they talked about books and the world and every little thing. They were both smitten instantly.

After their initial meeting, the father of two would often chat from across the street with his young neighbor. One morning when she had mentioned that she was in need of a job, he had the bright idea of hiring her as his secretary (of sorts). She thanked him with a home-cooked meal and informed him of her plan to work for him until she could find a position better suited for her degree. He, of course, agreed and understood, knowing that Maycomb was a small town.

She started the following week and Atticus spent most of his days showing her around and training her for the job. They grew close during this time, there were inside jokes and meaningful glances. She would bring him lunch occasionally as well, staying to eat with him (and flirt with him). Though, neither would dare say that there was anything more behind their fraternizing besides honest friendship, yet, Maycomb and Alexandra Handcock felt otherwise.

“She is too young for you, Atticus. That’s all I’m trying to say.“

“Thank you for reminding me I’m an old man, Zandra.” Atticus teased. It seemed as though, the older he got, the more the sarcastic remarks seemed to fall right out of his mouth (the sarcasm reserved for his siblings and occasionally Jem and Scout).

“That’s not-- I’m just trying to warn you. I know work has kept you quite busy as of late, but this younger generation, well they are just somethin’ else I tell you.” Alexandra aggressively stirred whatever it was she was cooking over the stove.” Atticus, you’ve seen ‘er. The short dresses and red lipstick, it’s disgraceful! Is that someone you want Scout looking up to?” she turned around to face him now, wooden spoon in one hand, the other on her hip.

Atticus stands picking up his coat and hat.

“She's a very fine young woman, Zandra.” is all he says as he puts on his hat. He decides to leave it at that. He could defend his young friend all he wanted, but Alexandra wouldn’t budge. “We better get going now, thank you for lunch.” He then calls to the children that it's time to leave.

“You mind her, Atticus!” his sister shouts from the kitchen, unable to leave her cooking.

“Have a good day, Zandra.” Atticus calls as he, Scout, and Jem exit the landing.

Atticus was used to his sister’s comments, but there was something about their earlier conversation that kept his mind occupied during the car ride back to Maycomb. Why hadn't he denied her insinuations that there was something more than friendship between him and his secretary? And why had he left so quickly after she brought it up? He knew it was best to nip Alexandra's accusations and insinuations in the bud, but normally he humored her gossiping a bit more.

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“Cal!” Atticus called through that house as he shrugged off his coat. “Would you mind making an extra serving of supper tonight? I invited our neighbor over for dinner...again.” Cal, who had popped her head out of the kitchen doorway, grinned at the single father. “Yessir.”

Then came the thumping of footsteps. Scout (of course) came bursting into the hallway with a goofy grin. “Oh, Atticus.” she giggled, her feet were still planted where they originally stopped but she leaned her back shoulders against the wall behind her. Atticus raised an eyebrow at her, amused by her antics. “Yes, Scout?” He hangs up his coat and slips off his shoes. She watches him for a moment, a playful grin once again tugging at her lips. “Nothin’.”

And she bolts to Jem's room.

Everyone knew of Atticus’ crush before he did. It was a hot topic among the kids and Calpernia did her best to shut the rumors down even though she too knew of the events unfolding. It was impossible to miss. The longing stares and slight stutter was most unusual for the father of two. The fact that he invited her over for supper nearly every night didn't help either. How could he not invite her over again when here she was looking utterly radiant flipping through the pages of her book, and here he was, unable to focus on his reading as he admired her. Maybe the gossip wasn't gossip. Jem and Scout had gone to bed about an hour ago and Calpernia had just left. Atticus had offered Cal a ride, nearly insisting, but she simply shook her head and gave the man a knowing smile, closing the door quietly behind her.

“What are you starin’ at Mr.Finch?” the young woman flirts with a shy smile.

“Oh, just thinking.” He closes his book. “Are you traveling back north to see your folks for the holidays?”

“I’m not sure yet, I haven't thought about it too much to be completely honest.” she closes her book too, bringing her legs down from off the chair she was sitting in and instead crossing her legs. “I haven't got too much family left around anyways.”

“Well, if you'd like, you're welcome to join us at the landing for Christmas this year. Jack is coming to town next week. I know he and the children would be quite thrilled to see you there.”

“Oh I'm sure he would.” She roll her eyes and Atticus hums humorously at her exasperation.

She had already met Jack once before. He came for a week to visit for Scout's 10th birthday. The youngest finch was beguiled by the girl instantly. He had a thing for fiery women and the more he pushed the more she argued and he ate up every second of it. She liked Jack and his eccentric personality and wicked tongue. He was fun to flirt and contest with but both knew he was not the brother she was focused on. Unfortunately for all, that did not seem clear to Atticus.

“Does your sister know you're inviting me over? From what Jack and the children have said I don't think she’s too fond of me.”

“She’s not too fond of anyone, don't dwell on it, sweet.” He stands, letting out a sigh and walking over to her. “Besides, I think you deserve the chance for her to get to know you properly before forming any opinions.” He takes her hand as she stands from the chair “I’ll walk you home.”

***

Christmas was rapidly approaching and it was decided that Atticus would be bringing the young neighbor along this year. Atticus made it known that she was not obligated to bring any presents but she insisted on getting Scout and Jem something for welcoming her so graciously. She didn't forget about the older man either, but he insisted on her not spending a cent on him, so instead she baked him something new every week in December, that he could not say no to.

It was a later night at the firm and quite frigid out as well. On nights like this, she would wait patiently for Atticus to finish up and he would give her a ride back home with him. Busying herself with some last-minute gift wrapping, she hears the door swing open.

“There she is.”

“Jack Finch.”

She stands and makes her way over to the raven-haired man, giving him a quick hug and peck on the cheek.

“Where’s that brother of mine?” he asks but calls loudly enough for Atticus to hear.

As Atticus makes his way to the front of the building, his brother inquires about the scattered wrapping and cheap toys.

“Ah, that's right. Alexandra did say that we'd have a floozy attending Christmas this year.” And the remark is barely out of his mouth before she slaps his shoulder and he feigns hurt. At the same time, Atticus had made his way out of the office and was quickly embracing his brother. The two exchange pleasantries and she continues wrapping but not for long before Jack starts on his devilry again.

“Hmm, I do wonder what my caring ol’ brother got you. Perhaps a silk slip for you to wear for him?” Jack teased.

“That’ll do, Jack.” Atticus speaks calmly, yet the hint of embarrassment in his voice is unmistakable.

She throws a present at the younger Finch (which he catches).

“Jack Finch you oughta be the naughtiest man in Maycomb county!” she chirped. “You’re lucky your older sister wasn't around to hear you say that.” She can’t help but laugh slightly, imagining what Alexandra would do if she heard that innuendo that had slipped passed his lips.

“Besides,” she starts, straightening her dress. “Atticus and I agreed that we wouldn't exchange gifts due to the economic climate of my wallet.” she couldn't help but joke, and the brothers couldn't help but smile.

***

Christmas had finally come and so far it had gone better than anyone expected. Dinner had been lovely, there was absolutely no denying Alexandra's cooking. Both of the women had definitely had their guard up at the start of the holiday but as the dinner and questions went on Atticus’ guest seemed to be passing more of Alexandra’s tests than either had expected and therefore she was slightly less hostile than anticipated. Or maybe it was just that it was Christmas, either way, Atticus was grateful that she seemed to be feeling somewhat cheerful. In fact, she had tasked the young lady with dealing out the presents (as she was not quite trusted in the kitchen just yet).

There were three more presents for the girl to pass out. One large box and two smaller ones. The larger one had a big nametag on it that spelled out Jem in large text. Clearly from Scout as she was not one for subtlety. The other was for Atticus’ sister Caroline, who she seemed to click with instantly that night. The last small box was thinner and more rectangular-shaped. It wasn't wrapped, but only because there was no need. The box was a soft velvet and a deep crimson color. The only decoration that adorned it was a simple green ribbon and a smaller nametag on it. Taking a peek at the name, her heart skipped a beat. It was her name on the card and that handwriting she could recognize anywhere. She admired the gift for another moment before she felt a presence behind her.

“About that,” Atticus drawls, gently taking the velvet box in his hands. “Could I have a word with you? Out back, maybe?”

“You didn't.” she says with mock seriousness.

“I’m afraid so.” he jokes back.

And Jack Finch is just grinning.

She follows him out onto the back porch of the landing. An elongated rocking chair was nestled in the corner surrounded by pale yellow gardenias. As she sat, she noticed the small wrapped box that was held firm in the older man’s long fingers.

“So, I suppose that’s for me then.” she nods meekly to the gift.

“Indeed.”

The giving and receiving is gentle and warm. She delicately unties the ribbon and pulls out the dainty necklace with a teardrop-shaped ruby hanging from the middle.

“Oh, Atticus I--”

“How bout I put it on for you, hm?” His question is more rhetorical, and as she shuts her gaping mouth she realizes that that might be the first time he’s ever interrupted her. She hands him the necklace and turns so he will have an easier time putting it on. She sits up straighter and shivers lightly as his fingertips sweep over the back of her neck. She quickly feels her cheeks and ears heat from the intimate contact.

Once it’s on, she turns back to face him.

“I don’t know what to say-- thank you, Atticus.”

He smiles at her and she gives him a heartfelt hug, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He takes a deep breath in and his smile fades a bit as they pull away.

“There’s somethin’ else, too” He places his hands on his knees and looks at her very matter-of-factly. And she looks cautious but listens willingly.

“We’ve-- uh-- We’ve gotten to know each other rather well since your moving here. The children seem to really like you being around and all.” He pauses and looks a bit shy but gains some confidence when he sees her grinning face.

“They're both such lovely people.” she reassures and he gives an appreciative but still slightly nervous glance and suddenly she can't take it anymore. All the compliments, dinners, time spent together, and now the necklace. This beautiful necklace. No one had ever made her feel so loved or welcomed and she couldn't help herself when her eyes kept flicking down to his pouty lips and she's trying to focus on what he's about to say but sooner than either of them realize, they are leaning in and closing their eyes and her lips are pressed against his. One of his hands moves to her shoulder as the two fall deeper into the kiss. The nervous tension that filled the air dissipated entirely. As they separate she can't help but bite her bottom lip and look up at him. It's obvious on his face that her alluring look makes him want to indulge himself again, but instead, he chuckles a little and so does she.

“I'm sorry–” she apologizes. “What did you want to tell me?”

“Well, I was just hopin’ you'd maybe like to be around a little more even.” he leans back slightly, and the hand that was on her shoulder is now rubbing circles over her knuckles. “You're a wonderful gal, and if you’ll have me, I'd love to take you out somewhere nice– court you properly.”

“I would love that.”

The pair grin goofily at each other.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Atticus.”

#this if the first full thing ive written and published in like three years so this is prolly super shit but oh well #atticus finch #atticus finch x reader #tkam fanfiction #tkam #tkamb

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faeryarchives · 1 year ago

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savanaclaw with a furina - like female reader!

the "regina of all waters, kindreds, peoples and laws" is deeply loved by all. under her flamboyant and imprudent facade, lies a girl holding an unbearable weight and guilt on her shoulders to save her people. note: as requested and i love furina sm hihi i will also write for other dorms warning: major spoilers for genshin archon quest other fics: heartslabyul with a furina-like reader & i'm not jealous !! & to my beloved & more than words

-‘๑’- leona kingscholar

"huh? what is the esteemed dorm leader of savanaclaw doing in front of my house?" "... why do you look like you didn't sleep for days? nevermind, take back your pets - they've been following me the whole day and poking me with water." "oh my archons, they like you!"

leona knew different kinds of people, faes and beastmen but never a god! not that you broadcasted it to the world - of course he heard it while grim was chatting away from the garden

so this lion observed your moves and to be honest, you were just like an ordinary person

"what are you doing hiding behind me?" "ahem! you know, i don't really know the forest that much so i would appreciate if i would put myself behind yo- ahhh! what is that?!" "it's just a branch, herbivore. i never knew you are scared of branches."

he actually gained another chess player buddy - he discovered it at the cost of being drenched in water from your water familiars

never he would imagine how on earth did you not go crazy standing in for your archon and acting for so so long? and despite belittling you and your friend group, he couldn't believe his ears when you stood up for him against the other dorms

"what leona did was wrong but how would you feel if all the trainings and efforts were all in naught and overlooked by the people you considered as family? imagine if your fate has already been sealed before you were even born?"

oh, he didn't expect you of all people to do that honestly + not so bad at all so expect a lot of sweets everyday curtesy of this lion

don't tell anyone but with you acting just as yourself and discovering your passions with him as a witness - leona feels proud like a lion watching his cub succeed

extra: you and cheka really go along well to the point that leona thinks cheka might replace him with you someday

-‘๑’- ruggie bucchi

ruggie trusts his skills in sneaking around and swiping things if needed and he will bet that no one could ever discover him immediately

"after pulling a prank on grim and my salon members, you must think that i am much of a gullible fool?"

now you both did really met at a rough start - the hyena thought you would be more snobbish and not to mingle with people below his level especially after hearing you being a god

but seeing you shielding him during leona's overblot and regularly visiting him during his recovery at the clinic made him questioned his thoughts about you

"why are you always visiting me? i thought you hated me?" "...? where did you get that nonsense? if i do hate you, i would go out of my way to buy these doughnuts for you."

well look at you two now! close like two peas in a pod - you really enjoyed spending time with ruggie because you were seeing the world in a different perspective

having hard time picking your new macaroni menu for the day? no worries, ruggie will make sure you will be able to cook other meals than this. not good with bargaining with sam? hold his groceries, he have this in the bag.

"more interesting trinkets for me~!" "oh you collect trinkets? why didn't you say so?"

omg new trinket collector buddy 🥺 whenever you give him something such as a bracelet or even a hairclip he will wear it like a badge of honor

it's alright to help other students but he is worried that being to kind in nrc might backfire on you

"you shouldn't be too trusting here. i know you just want to help but like your friends said - you should also help yourself at times."

while he might not look like it but ruggie can sense your mood change accurately especially when it involves the topic of your past

this one whole year on nrc might not be comparable to your 500 years of living but ruggie will make sure that it will be the best one

-‘๑’- jack howl

other than the adeuce and grim team - jack is the person you actually vibe with!

maybe its because his sense of justice and responsibility reminds you of a dear friend back home and it actually comforts you to see it + makes you feel less homesick

this man is very used to his little siblings so expect him to come off as a brotherly vibes + probably makes you an exemption to touching his ears and letting your salon members put some design in his hair

"... do you think these three would be great teammates during magift competitions?"

"hmmm, i must say they do make a great team. what if we bring it up to leona, i think these three will enjoy it very much."

well the dorm leader liked the idea but seeing how they acted during the practice - it's safe to say it is very risky because they only listen to you, jack and leona

ANYWAYS jack sometimes come to the ramshackle dorm just to wake you up knowing you probably stayed up late reading your novels

he tried inviting you to his morning run only to see you the next day already tired and carrying you on his back after one run

"you can't blame me okay! i was born to drama and directing not in running!"

speaking of carrying you on his back he sometimes do it just because he wants to especially when jack knows too well how much you overwork yourself

while he can read you very well, you can also read this guy by the book through his ears and tail movement

"... jack what are you doing here so late?" "…what? it’s not like i was waiting for you or anything." "i never said that though?" "hmp." while he look away, his tail would impatiently wag and hit the wall behind him making you laugh "uhuh, whatever you say. let's go back to our dorms now big guy."

it turns out that while spending the whole afternoon up to evening, jack wanted to accompany you back to the dorm safely - worried that someone is bullying you because you were down for days.

he is not that expressive with words - but just know that jack will always be your friend despite your upbringings or not being open to tell your past, he understands it pretty well

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justwinginglife · 9 months ago

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Crushing Hard Pt 2

At the recommendation of @imthecosmicbasball, here is a continuation of an earlier post.

Soshiro thought that he knew everything that went on in the Third Division, that is, until he saw you leaving base hurriedly trying to catch your train. You texted him "See you very soon" in response to the bewildered look he had given you as you passed him and he spent hours poring over the message on his screen, wondering what it meant.

Weeks went by and he didn't see you at all. He had begun to think he had misinterpreted your message when suddenly he was called into Captain Ashiro's office to greet his new platoon leader. As he made his way down the hall, he tried to come up with an excuse to use to get you to come over and have dinner with him again, but then he opened the door to the Captain's office and found you standing beside her, chatting like you were old friends.

"Hoshina, may I introduce you to the newest member of our division, Platoon Leader L/N."

You grin widely and mock salute him. His jaw drops.

"You're... here. You're actually here. And you... work here... now?"

Your smile softens at his words and you give him a playful shrug. "You said you made a mean omurice, it was a tempting offer."

He blinks and then he chuckles. "One omurice coming right up, Platoon Leader."

Captain Ashiro shakes her head at the two of you. "Alright, you two, get a room. Hoshina, show her around base."

He obliges, extending his arm out to you. "M'lady."

You take his arm, laughing.

He drinks up the sound of you laughing, thankful he'll be able to hear it everyday now. He plans on making you laugh so much more. In fact, it seems all he has now are a million plans of everything he wants to do with you. But asking you out is one of them and it’s the hardest thing on the list.

He can never tell what's running through your mind and if it's ever him. Do you think about him like he thinks about you? Your presence in his mind is so constant that if he ever stopped imagining your voice cheering him on or stopped picturing your eyes peeking out from under your lashes, he might actually go insane. You're the first thing he thinks about every morning and the last think he thinks about every night. You're his everything and he just hopes he can even be something to you.

He wasn’t sure when exactly he started seeking you out, craving your energy, needing your presence, but it was so sudden and overwhelming that it made it impossible for him to deny his feelings for you anymore. Not when your absence made him ache the way it did.

But he didn't have to feel that ache anymore, you were here now. Finally. And he would make the most out of it everyday until you finally got tired of him.

Little did he know, you'd never get tired of him. You couldn't- not when you'd begun to feel the same things for him. And as he walked you around campus, pointing out his favorite spots, telling you stories about all the things he'd done at each place, you found yourself wishing he'd never stop talking. If you could only listen to one sound for the rest of your life you wanted it to be his voice.

If you were honest, you were pretty sure how he felt about you. It was hard to miss the way he snuck glances at you whenever you were nearby and the way that he'd respond to every single one of your texts with the utmost speed (once, he'd even responded to you in the middle of a battle and Okonogi scolded him for hours about it). But some selfish part of you wanted to hear him confess to you first. And on the off chance you were wrong about his feelings, you didn't want to make things awkward when you had just moved entire cities for this new job.

So you kept up this little game of chicken with him, both of you tiptoeing around the border between friends and more.

It wasn't until he was finally making you that omurice that your relationship with him started to progress.

You perch yourself atop his bar stool and watch intently as he starts cooking you dinner. You wonder if he can feel your eyes following him, taking in the way his rough hands effortlessly chop scallions, the way his fingers curl around the knob on the stove to increase the heat, the way his tongue looks as he licks the demi-glace off the tip of a spoon. You think to yourself that you could get used to being in his kitchen. You could get used to being in his life.

Almost as if he's thinking the same things as you, he suddenly says, "You know, I like you being here."

You want him to continue so you say nothing.

"I... I like the idea of making you dinner every night. I like the idea of you waiting for me, barefoot, wearing one of my baggy t-shirts." His voice is soft, as though he's hoping you won't hear him say these things, and his eyes won't meet yours, though you're sure if you ask, he'll say something about how he's just watching the food to make sure it doesn't burn.

Then the loose knot that was tying his apron around him starts to unravel, slowly slipping off of him and you rush over to pull it back around him. Your fingers brush his back gently as you retie the knot and you swear you hear him inhale a little sharper than normal.

When you're done tying the knot, your hands don't move from his back. You lean your head forward so now you're resting against his shoulder blade.

The feeling of you pressed against him seems to steady his nerves. "I... I guess what I'm trying to say is... I just like you."

You smile against his shoulder. "I like you too." Oh come now, you think to yourself, the guy made the first move- the least you could do is be honest with him. You take a deep breath. "Actually I... I think I might love you."

He's silent for a moment and the only sound filling the air is the sizzle of the frying pan.

You start to think you might've said the wrong thing, might've confessed too much too soon. But then he lets out a relieved sigh. "Oh thank god you said it. I love you too. I'm sorry I was too chicken shit to start with that."

Your smile widens as you wrap your arms around his waist. "It's okay cuz I love you, chicken shit or not."

You can't see his face but you know he's grinning. "God, I love hearing you say that."

"Say what?" You tease.

"That you love me, dumbass. I will never get tired of hearing it for as long as I live."

You hold him a little tighter, pull him in a little closer, savor him a little longer.

"I'll never stop saying it for as long as I live."

#kaiju no. 8 #soshiro hoshina #soshiro hoshina x reader #anime #hoshina #hoshina x reader #oneshot #hoshina soshiro x reader #anime fanfic #fluff #han's library

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aliesbienish · 7 months ago

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A study of wolves - part five

chapter one ✩ chapter two ✩ chapter three ✩ chapter four

Your legs ached from the hiking, and your arms were definitely slightly sunburnt but otherwise your first day on the job had been a success.

The sun was starting to set as you and Paul drove back into the Rez. In no mood to cook you had already decided a trip to Sue’s was in order.

“Paul thank you for today, especially for getting me there and back in one piece.”

“No need to thank me, it’s literally my job,”

“Still, you put up with my relentless questions, and teasing, and impressively slow walking without complaining…much. I know you weren’t that keen on helping out today but I’m really glad you did.”

“Me too. I was just hesitant to get to know a new person, an outsider especially, so I’m sorry for making you think I didn’t want to be here. Maybe that was initially the case but I promise that went away very quickly,”

“I’m pleased, can’t have you thinking I have anything less than a stellar personality.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,”

“If you wouldn’t mind could you show me where Sue’s is? I think I’ll go straight there for dinner. You are absolutely more than welcome to join me”

“I’d never say no to Sues’ burger.”

The idle chit chat continued across the table as you and Paul finished your meals. The diner itself was small and cozy, with tribal artwork splashed across the walls and delicate wood carvings etched into the furniture. The food too was delicious, and definitely worth coming back for throughout your stay.

Paul was also proving to be just as good company inside as he was outside.

He happily chatted about the tribe, and the natural forests around the error. He was clearly linked to the land he grew up, despite the earlier comments about moving away. However he did seem to steer clear about his upbringing, never mentioning any parents or siblings.

It was hard not be nosy, you had an intrinsic desire to learn every little thing about him, but you managed to hold off.

“So how about tomorrow, did you get the short straw?”

“The short straw?”

“Being my babysitter.”

“That straw isn’t short. I initially didn’t, Jared was suppose to help out tomorrow. But I may have already texted him to let him know that I am taking over. There’s no way I’m letting him have the satisfaction of seeing the first wolf sighting.”

“Should I be honored, or is this purely to one up your best friend?”

“The latter for sure. If I knew how to operate the camera I’d ditch you as well and head up there myself. Steal the glory.”

“Well at least your honest. But just know I will be sending a heads up to everyone in my phone contacts. Wouldn’t want you to get rid of me once we have the photo.”

“Darn, you foiled my plan.”

Your chuckling was abruptly interrupted by a nasal voice piercing both your ear drums.

“Paul, fancy running into you here” A blonde haired, pink sweatsuit clad, lady declared from the edge of the table.

“Oh. Lauren, hi,” You could hear the drop in Paul’s voice, seemingly just as upset at the intrusion as you were. “What are you doing on the reservation?”

“I was spending the day on the beach with my friends, just thought I’d stop in for a coffee before I drove back to Forks. I’m glad I did!”

“That’s nice, well it was lovely to see you. Looks like your coffee is ready so you’d better get it and head off”

“Don’t be silly, I can drink it here with you ,”

“I’m really sorry Laura, but we’re actually busy at the moment. I’m sure Paul can talk to you some other time.” You interjected, not comfortable with the intense stare she was giving Paul. The girl hadn’t even looked in your direction once. Hopefully you weren’t misreading Paul’s feelings on the girl, but the grimace on his face seemed like a good indicator.

“It’s Lauren, actually. And who are you?”

“This is [y/n], and we were actually having a private conversation.”

“I can wait! Then we could go out….or stay in. Up to you,” Lauren playfully pouted. You almost groaned in the second hand embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, but that’s not going to happen Lauren. I’m not interested in you like that,”

“Are you kidding?” She hissed, “and you’re interested in her?” Pointing a sharped clawed finger in your direction.

You prepared yourself for a polite no, but when Paul opened his mouth you thought you had misheard him.

“Absolutely.”

next chapter

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sprunkisunshinesuburbia · 3 months ago

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Resident List pt IV

Pinki Koyubi Mano

Age: 30

Gender: Female, She/Her

Height: 5’2

Color: Pink

Where do I begin? She seems to have every hobby under the sun!- When I initally met her she said she mainly did architecture but had long gaps of having nothing to do so she'd try something new after she’d get work done… Baking, Knitting, Cooking, Painting, Pickling, Sculpting, Woodworking, Manicures— If it had something to do with making things she’d probably have tried it or planned to!

Then she moved here out of a shoddy apartment (I… Again, The cites sounds bad from like… The two people who talked about to me.) her horizons expanded and uh I think last week she showed me a LITERAL SWORD she forged in Garnold and Clukr’s backyard (They have a bunch of metalworking things above ground to deal with the smoke.) Also that thing was SHARP and TERRIFYING and she… She used it to butter bread…She’s really nice, I know she wouldn’t use that thing for anything nefarious but I think the buttering took me out and I started laughing- And then I snorted and it was embarrassing!!- But um my own silly sword story aside…

She usually has snacks for people and runs a bar in her basement on weekends (She got into brewing and winemaking like… I think a few years ago?) Mostly because she made too much one time and her boyfriend Oren has a really low alcohol tolerance and generally doesn’t like the smell but tried it anyways (He was apparently like absolutely conked out afterwards.) And she also really enjoys hanging out with the others here- So if you’re old enough you could go to the bar on the weekends! (I’m not an alcohol kind of person myself… But I know she’d definitely have non-alcoholic stuff too. Also don’t accidentally go in the cheese room. I smelled like cheese for like- The rest of the night and the day after.)

Oren Citrine-Poncirus

Age: 26

Gender: Male He/him

Height: 4’8

Color: Orange

Oren’s pretty chill- Most of the time he’s either around his girlfriend Pinki or with his stepbrother Simon (But he tends to usually just hang around anyone if he can’t find those two, He says he hates being alone for too long. ) He always has his headphones on for noise sensitivity issues and sometimes you do need to be in front of him and wave to get his attention- Though most of the time he can hear others.

I’ve seen him skateboard down the walkways and do some pretty impressive tricks! (I at least think they’re impressive because… I can’t skateboard for the life of me-) He also plays a bunch of video games and streams them online! (I think this is why he occasionally calls people “Chat”). Most of the games he plays have cute little guys hopping from platform to platform- But he says he has like… A whole backlog he should get through at some point.

Uh anyways he’s usually up to do anything as long as he can hang out! He’s seen me sort through a whole room of papers and occasionally helped out though I do understand the whole confusion with how I sort things (It’s… An icon and color system I used way back in my old home- It makes perfect sense to me but uh anyways-)

“Raddy” Conrad Rancor

Age: 25

Gender: Male, He/him

Height: 5’7

Color: Red

Raddy is… Well… He’s not the friendliest person- In fact he kind of wants to be left alone most of the time, Working out in his own house. Usually he’d just ignore people but on the occasion he’d just walk up and hang around if he feels like it. He can be quite blunt but very honest! I’d say if you had thick skin, don’t mind alot of swearing and needed an objective opinion on something I’d say go to him! (Though again don’t bother him too much… He needs his space, Actually don’t touch him either he REALLY hates that. Clocked someone over the head over it-)

Like Tunner he’s also from the desert- Actually arrived alongside him! As far as I understand he didn’t have… The best upbringing (Maybe the worst kind if I’m being honest…Though he seems to not mind talking about it but its pretty brutal- Glad Tunner and his friends got him out of that.) He still has a hard time reading (But he can do it now- And we’re all really proud of him!! I’d tell him but he hates sappy moments-) Also has a tendency to like... Hunt small animals and eat them despite us having perfectly fine food that he enjoys but he- He still does that. Said he hunted the spiders in his house to clean it. It worked but uhhh-

Tunner Jessie Hyde

Age: 56

Gender: Male, He/him

Height: 5’2

Color: Tan

Our town’s sheriff! He’s a pretty jolly guy! Very willing to show new people around town and tell you about his desert adventures (… It can get kind of graphic at times- From what I know the desert isn’t the safest… or sanest place. Kind of a surprise he turned out so nice despite… Well You’ll probably hear it from him). And he has a honse named Cornbread he’d be willing to let people ride and pet (Cornbread’s adorable by the way!- A very good girl! She will try to eat your fur if its green enough through-)

I will warn you he gives like- The most devastating back slaps like… He doesn’t mean to hurt people with it- I think he forgets how strong he is. But he knows!- Don’t worry we told him! He says he’ll be more careful. He also doesn’t like loud pops or anything that sounds like gunshots it makes him panic- So please don’t set off anything like that in his vicinity. He usually patrols the town in the morning and afternoon and then winds down during the evening. Though we do know he has difficulty sleeping and sometimes sleeps standing up with eyes wide open. (Its kind of terrifying- You really can't tell he's sleeping until you walk up and see how unfocused his gaze is... Though he usually wakes up as soon as he hears something.)

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