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yeoldenews · 1 year ago

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While we’re on the subject of names, is there an explanation for how traditional nicknames came about that are seemingly unrelated to, or have little in common with, the original name?

ie- John/Jack, Richard/Dick, Henry/Harry/Hank, Charles/Chuck, Margaret/Peggy/Daisy, Sarah/Sally, Mary/Molly, Anne/Nan, etc

I am actually over a week into researching a huge follow-up post (probably more than one if I’m being honest) about the history of nickname usage, so I will be going into this in much, much more detail at a hopefully not-so-later date - if I have not lost my mind. (Two days ago I spent three hours chasing down a source lead that turned out to be a typographical error from 1727 that was then quoted in source after source for the next 150 years.)

As a preview though, here’s some info about the names you mentioned:

The origins of a good portion of common English nicknames come down to the simple fact that people really, really like rhyming things. Will 🠞Bill, Rob🠞Bob, Rick🠞Dick, Meg🠞Peg.

It may seem like a weird reason, but how many of you have known an Anna/Hannah-Banana? I exclusively refer to my Mom’s cat as Toes even though her name is Moe (Moesie-Toesies 🠞 Toesies 🠞 Toes).

Jack likely evolved from the use of the Middle English diminutive suffix “-chen” - pronounced (and often spelled) “-kyn” or “kin”. The use of -chen as a diminutive suffix still endures in modern German - as in “liebchen” = sweetheart (lieb “love” + -chen).

John (Jan) 🠞 Jankin 🠞 Jackin 🠞 Jack.

Hank was also originally a nickname for John from the same source. I and J were not distinct letters in English until the 17th Century. “Iankin” would have been nearly indistinguishable in pronunciation from “Hankin” due to H-dropping. It’s believed to have switched over to being a nickname for Henry in early Colonial America due to the English being exposed to the Dutch nickname for Henrik - “Henk”.

Harry is thought to be a remnant of how Henry was pronounced up until the early modern era. The name was introduced to England during the Norman conquest as the French Henri (On-REE). The already muted nasal n was dropped in the English pronunciation. With a lack of standardized spelling, the two names were used interchangeably in records throughout the middle ages. So all the early English King Henrys would have written their name Henry and pronounced it Harry.

Sally and Molly likely developed simply because little kids can’t say R’s or L’s. Mary 🠞 Mawy 🠞 Molly. Sary 🠞 Sawy 🠞 Sally.

Daisy became a nickname for Margaret because in French garden daisies are called marguerites.

Nan for Anne is an example of a very cool linguistic process called rebracketing, where two words that are often said/written together transfer letters/morphemes over time. The English use of “an” instead of “a” before words beginning with vowels is a common cause of rebracketing. For example: the Middle English “an eute” became “a newt”, and “a napron” became “an apron”. In the case of nicknames the use of the archaic possessive “mine” is often the culprit. “Mine Anne” over time became “My Nan” as “mine” fell out of use. Ned and Nell have the same origin.

Oddly enough the word “nickname” is itself a result of rebracketing, from the Middle English “an eke (meaning additional) name”.

I realized earlier this week that my cat (Toe’s sister) also has a rebracketing nickname. Her name is Mina, but I call her Nom Nom - formed by me being very annoying and saying her name a bunch of time in a row - miNAMiNAMiNAM.

Chuck is a very modern (20th century) nickname which I’ll have to get back to you on as I started my research in the 16th century and am only up to the 1810s so far lol.

#names #nicknames #onomastics #history #asks #nicknames are really hard to research you guys #there is so much info out there and it's almost all nonsense #and I'm talking academic books with listed sources not buzzfeed listicles #some guy in the 18th century forgetting to mention Bill on a list of common nicknames does not mean it wasn't in use at the time ma dude #i've had to get very creative with sources #god bless word for word murder trial testimony

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fawcetttweets · 7 months ago

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Have there been any interactions between the Billy Batson account and the Captain Marvel account? If so I wonder the reactions of the rest of the Marvel Family XD

Loser (PM7)

Let’s politely ignore that Billy has the same color scheme.

Giving you a long one today, maybe the longest I’ve ever made! I think I only have one more post to make before I can switch to the new and much easier to use app where I’ll hopefully be able to make more long ones like this! I’m hoping to start posting on Saturdays as often as possible now that I don’t have do everything by hand anymore!

Barbara finally cashed in the favour to make Captain Marvel wear silly clothes, carry her around town like a princess, and just hangout and relax all day.

She knows he's a workaholic and that being forced to actually take a break for once would kill him. She treated him to ice cream and they relaxed at the beach for a while until the paparazzi spotted them. Dating rumours started immediately and the bats chased him out of Gotham at the end of the day because he's not good enough for her. Barbara also blackmailed some of them into doing this (Robin and Red Hood) but some did it just for the fun of it (Nightwing and Batman thoroughly enjoyed this. No one knows why Red Robin joined and he refuses to tell.).

Also I love when heros have internet beef with their secret identity lol. Mary and Freddy will also gladly take any opportunity to make fun of their brother

(I wonder if anyone has noticed the - *gets shot in the head*)

Unrelated but important:

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If I ever make a mistake or make a character do/say something they never would, please politely tell me in the comments. I always really appreciate constructive criticism! However, I will never tolerate people being unnecessarily rude or snarky instead of trying to help and you will be blocked if you do.

Thank you, and I really appreciate how amazing you all have been to me! I’m very grateful for all the amazing and kind asks I’ve been sent and seeing you all enjoy these always makes my day!

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obvithe-bestsoph · 24 days ago

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meeting his parents. - barca boys (and marc)

summary: how lamine yamal, pablo gavi, pedro gonzalez, pau cubarsi, and hector fort would ask you calm you down when you're nervous before going to spend your first Christmas with his family. a/n: the long awaited 100 follower special! to some people this doesn't seem like many, but to me, i would forever be grateful for just one, so this is a big deal in my mind! i would like to specially thank @nngkay for being around this blog, more or less since the beginning, and @vvssqqz6 for constantly liking and reblogging my posts! thanks to @pedricos for giving me ideas and motivation to write. and thank you to you. for reading this, (hopefully for liking it), and to anyone who has supported my writing in any way in the past! here's to another 100, love, - obvithebestsoph 💕�� masterlist requests genre: fluff/comfort. warnings: none.

Lamine noticed you nervously adjusting your shirt for the millionth time in the last five minutes, your eyes flicking between the floor and the couch. You hadn’t said anything aloud, but he could sense the tension that’s building up inside you. He knew how important today was for you. Meeting his family for the first time, especially during Christmas, was bound to bring a wave of nervousness over you. You were excited, of course, but you couldn’t shake the anxiety in your stomach either.

“Hey,” he said softly, elbowing your side to get your attention, “¿qué ocurre (what’s wrong)?” You turn your head to look at him and smile tightly back at him, “Yeah, I’m just… nervous, I guess.” Lamine frowns, “Nervous? About what?”

You sighed and fixed your hair yet again. “I really want them to like me, Lamine. It’s your family, they’re important to you, so I want them to like me. I don’t want to mess anything up.” Lamine smiles at you reassuringly, slinging an arm around you in a casual fashion. “I promise, they’re going to love you. Mi mamá’s been pestering me to meet you, and Keyne’s hardly scary. You’ll be fine.”

You glance at him from the corner of your eye, raising an eyebrow. “You say that now, but what if I say something awkward or do something weird? What if they don’t think I’m good enough for you?” He just laughed, shaking his head. “You’re not going to mess up. You’re perfect as you are.” He smiles more softly now, his dark brown eyes looking into yours, “They’re so excited to meet the person who makes me so happy. You have nothing to worry about.”

His words were gentle, but as they usually do, they carried a confidence that made you feel lighter. Lamine talked about them so fondly, you knew they’d be kind, but the thought of being actually in the same room as them for the first time still made your palms a little sweaty.

“Besides,” Lamine continues, more playful now, “if you ever feel too nervous, just hang out with Keyne. He gives the best hugs and he’ll happily tell you all about all his soft toys and their names.”

You laughed, “I’m sure I’ll be fine, so long as I don’t embarrass you.”

Lamine’s face softened once again as he turned your face to look at him. “You could never embarrass me, mi amor. You mean so much to me, and my family knows that, and I’m excited for them to see it in person too.”

You take a deep breath, feeling the weird tossing of your stomach soothe as the moments pass. Lamine was right, annoyingly, he often is. His family would see how much you both love each other, and they’d understand. There’s nothing to be nervous about.

“You always know how to calm me down,” you whispered, leaning into his side, his body warm, as usual.

Lamine kissed your forehead. “That’s because I’m always around your anxious ass. I’ve cracked the code on how to make you see sense again.” he snickers, and you playfully slap his arm.

After a few more moments of laughing, the room goes quiet again and Lamine smiles at you. “Ready to go?” He holds his hand out for you to take as he stands up to leave. You nod and lace your fingers with his, heading towards the front door.

“Te amo (i love you).” he murmurs as he kisses the top of your head. “Yo también te amo (i love you too).” you smile up at him, and he smiles back.

You were pacing again. Back and forth in front of Pablo’s bed, feeling too restless to sit still. Christmas in Los Palacios. With his family. His parents. His sister.

You froze when you heard a soft laugh behind you.

“Bebé,” Pablo says, calling your attention as he leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed and a teasing, but soft, smile on his face, “you’re going to wear a hole in the floor. Cálmate.”

You gave him a look, but he was already walking towards you, his presence alone making the nerves calm slightly. “I’m freaking out, Pablo,” you said, the words coming out faster than your normal tone. “What if they don’t like me? What if I say something weird or-” “-trip over something? Spill wine on mi mamá’s couch? Bring a dish with ingredients that someone’s allergic to?” he offers, raising an eyebrow with that stupid, teasing smile still on his face.

You groaned and slapped his chest. “You’re not helping!”

Pablo laughs, pulling you into his arms. His arms slide around your waist like they have done a million times before, like that’s his favourite place for them to be, and maybe, it is. “I am helping. I’m making you realise how silly it sounds.”

You sigh, resting your forehead against his chest, the steady beat of his heart against your ear. “I just… I want them to like me. I mean, they’re your parents. This is kind of a big deal.”

“They’re going to like you.” he said firmly, and when you looked up, he was already looking down at you with those big, perfect eyes of his. “They’re going to love you, actually. Because I do.”

Your breath hitched ever so slightly at the way he said it, so very certainly. Like it was the most obvious and natural thing in the world. “You do?” He rolled his eyes with a grin. “Of course I do. Do you really think I’d take any girl home for Christmas? Mi mamá might cry. She’s a crier. Mi papá will pretend he’s chill, but he’s probably going to ask about your entire life story 10 minutes after you meet him. And Aurora? She’ll be happy to have another girl her age-ish around.”

“Dios mío.” you mutter, burying your face in his hoodie. “But they’ll love you,” he said, his voice a little softer now. “Because you make me ridiculously happy. You’re the first person I’ve never been nervous to bring home.” Your heart squeezed a little. All your nerves, your doubts, your ‘what-if’s - they didn’t disappear, but they felt quieter, dulled by the way Pablo seemed so confident and the way he held you tight. He made you feel like you already place in his family, even if you hadn’t actually met them yet.

You wrapped your arms tighter around his waist and then dropped them to your sides in a final squeeze. “Vale, I’m ready.” “Good,” he murmured, kissing your temple. “Because they’ve been ready for you since the second I told them about us.”

You stared blankly at the half-packed suitcase on the bed, then at the closet, then back at the suitcase. “This is ridiculous,” you mumbled to yourself, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I’m just meeting his family. It’s not the end of the world. I shouldn’t be this nervous.”

Still, your heart’s going crazy, and your hands can’t stop fidgeting. You’d packed and then unpacked three times already, trying to find the perfect thing to wear to impress Pedri’s parents. Pedri walked in a moment later, phone still in hand, but his attention almost immediately shifted from the Instagram post he was looking at to you. “You okay?” he asked, his voice calm and even as usual.

You looked up, giving him a nervous smile. “I feel like I’m going to forget how to speak the moment I meet tu mamá.” He chuckled, tossing his phone onto the bed and walking over to sit beside you, “You’re overthinking, sol (sunshine). My parents are going to love you.”

You give him a fairly sassy look. “You have to say that.” “No,” he said, giving you a sassy look back, and bumping your shoulder gently with his. “I’m saying it because it’s true.”

Pedri took your hand in his, running his thumb slowly over your knuckles. “My mamá’s going to be obsessed with you. She’s been asking about you for weeks. And my papá? He already likes you. He said anyone who can make me this happy and in line must be some sort of saint.”

You let out a small laugh, despite the nerves. “So I’ll be fine?” “You’ll be perfect.” he grins.

You sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder, grateful for how effortlessly he calms your nerves. “I just… I want them to see how much I care about you. I don’t want to mess it up.”

Pedri turned toward you slightly, his voice quiet and genuine. “You already show me how much you care every single day. They’re going to see that too. And if they don’t see it in the first five minutes, my mamá will get out the baby photo albums to embarrass me, and, if you pay attention, you’ll be her favourite forever.” You smile into his shoulder. “Tempting. You were a cute ass baby.” He grinned and kissed the top of your head. “Just be yourself. That’s who I love, and that’s who they’ll love, too.”

Pedri stood up and offered his hand to you. “Vamos, we have a suitcase to pack, a flight to catch, and my mamá made croquetas. If you’re nervous, eat first. That’s her rule for everything.” You laughed and took his hand, butterflies still fluttering, but in a different way now.

Maybe, just maybe, it would be okay.

You sat curled up on Pau’s bed, knees hugged yo your chest, your suitcase still half-zipped and lying on the floor. Everything was packed. Everything was ready. But you weren’t.

Your mind kept spinning in circles. ‘What if they don’t like me?’ ‘What if I say the wrong thing?’ ‘What if I somehow embarrass Pau or myself in front of his whole family?’

You barely noticed the sound of footsteps before you felt the bed dip beside you. Pau didn’t say anything at first - just sat quietly, his presence calm as always, like he knew you needed a minute or two.

Finally, you glanced at him. “Is it obvious I’m lowkey freaking out?” He smiled gently, his green eyes warm and soft. “A little. But only because I know you.” You groaned and hid your face behind your knees, “I’m sorry. I know this is supposed to be exciting, and it is, I promise. I just… I don’t know. Meeting your parents feels like a really big deal.”

Pau nodded slowly, taking his time to respond. “It is a big deal. But that doesn’t mean it has to be scary.” You looked up at him, your brows furrowed. “Aren’t you nervous?” He shook his head, and then reached for one of your hands, his fingers wrapping tightly around yours. “No. Because I know them, and I know you. And I know how much they’re going to like you.”

You let out a shaky breath. “What if I say something weird? What if I don’t say enough? What if tu mamá thinks I’m too quiet? Or what if tu papá-” “Hey,” Pay cuts you off gently, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “It’s okay to be nervous. But you don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be yourself. My parents… they’re kind people. They’re not going to judge you. They’re excited to finally meet the girl I’ve been talking about for months.”

A small smile makes its way onto your face. “You’ve been talking about me?” He smiled, his own cheeks going a little pink. “Kind of a lot.”

That made you laugh, and Pau laughed too, a little shyly, his eyes crinkling at the corners nonetheless. “Mi mamá’s probably already made ten different things to eat just because she doesn’t know what you like. She’s going to spoil you. And mi papá… he’s quieter, like you and me, but he’ll ask about football or something to bond with you.”

You look down at your joined hands, then up at Pau again. “I really want to make a good impression.” “You will,” he said simply. “Trust me.”

And the way he looked at you right then - so sure, so confident, so proud - you started to believe him.

You squeezed his hand, another smile forming on your lips. “Okay, let’s go then.”

Pau smiled back, standing up and offering you his hand to help you up off the bed. “You’ve got this. And if anything gets weird, I’ll fake an emergency and drive us back.”

You laughed. “Deal.”

You were sitting on the edge of the couch, nervously twisting the strap of your bag in your hands. Your suitcase packed, coat hanging by the door, and Marc had already triple checked the passports and plane tickets. Everything was ready for the flight back to Barcelona… except for your nerves.

Marc popped his head in from the hallway, grinning like he did, cheeks slightly pink from the cold air outside. “You ready?”

You hesitated. “Almost.”

He paused, then walked over, his smile softening when he saw the way you were chewing your bottom lip. “You’re nervous.” You sighed, leaning back on your hands. “Is it that obvious?” Marc sat down beside you, pulling you closer to him. “You’re usually the confident one between us. I’ve never seen you sit this still.”

You let out a quiet laugh, then groaned. “I just… I want to make a good impression. I mean, it’s your family. What if they think I’m not good enough for their son or something? What if they don’t even like me?!”

Marc turned to face you fully, his expression serious, but soft. “Hey. Cállate, idiota (shut up, idiot). You’re overthinking this. First of all, that’s not even possible. And second, they’re not trying to like you. They already do. I’ve told them all about you. About how kind you are. How funny you are. How you’ve got this really annoying habit of stealing my hoodies and acting like it’s yours-”

You playfully smacked his arm, but he grabbed your hand before you could pull it back, lacing his fingers with yours. “I’m serious,” he said, voice quieter now. “They’re excited. Mi mamá’s been texting me asking what kind of snack you like, and mi papá��s already made a list of places to show you in Granollers. You don’t have to prove anything to them.”

You blinked, taken aback by how certain he was. How calm. How much he believed in you. “You don’t think I’ll say or do something dumb?” Marc chuckled. “If you do, they’ll probably just think it’s funny. Like I do.” That made you smile, your nerves softening just a bit. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you let yourself breathe for the first time all morning. “Okay, I’m ready now. I think.”

Marc pressed a kiss to the top of your head, holding you there for a moment. “Good. Because mi hermana’s already threatened to disown me if I don’t bring you home soon.”

You laughed again, the tension finally beginning to ease. “How nice of her,” you reply sarcastically.

He grinned and then stood up. “Vamos. You’re about to be the favourite in the family, and I’m not even mad about it.”

You took his hand, heart still fluttering - but this time, it wasn’t from nerves. It was from the way he looked at you, with nothing but love.

“Okay, lowkey, what if your mamá hates me?” You asked the question halfway through putting on your jacket, frozen in place with one arm through the sleeve. Ferran looked up from where he was zipping up the duffel bag by the door, eyebrows raised, clearly not expecting that level so suddenly.

“Hates you?” he repeated, blinking like you’d said something in another language. “What are you talking about?”

You let your arm flop uselessly out of the jacket and sat down on the bed, letting out a long digh. “I don’t know, Ferran. She’s your mamá. She probably has, like, sky-high expectations and perfect Valencian princess ideas of the girl her only son’s supposed to bring home. What if I disappoint her?”

Ferran stared at you for another few seconds, before slowly standing upright and crossing the room towards you, trying, and failing, not to laugh.

“Valencian princess ideas?” he repeated, amused. “Do you hear yourself?”

You groaned and fell back on the bed, arms splayed out dramatically. “I’m serious.”

He climbed onto the bed next to you, propping himself up on one elbow as looked down at you. “Vale, escúchame, reina (okay, listen to me, queen). My mamá isn’t scary. She’s just a mamá. And she’s going to love you.”

You cracked an eye open. “You’re just saying that because you love me.”

“Exactly,” he said, kissing your cheek, “and soon, she’s gonna see that too.”

You turn to face him fully, propping your chin on your hand. “What if I talk too fast? Or sat something dumb in front of your papá? Or like… accidentally curse during dinner?” Ferran laughed again, then leaned in until your noses were almost touching. “Then you’ll fit right in.” That made you smile, despite the nervousness still bubbling in your stomach.

He reached over to brush a piece of hair behind your ear, his voice gentler now. “You’ve got nothing to prove. You being you? That’s all they want. My sister’s already excited to meet you. My mamá’s probably baking something right now just because I told her your favourite dessert.” Your heart smiled. “You told her that?”

“Of course I did,” he said, as if it were obvious. “You think I’m not bragging about you every chance I get?”

You roll your eyes but the felt starts to ebb away.

He leaned in slightly, giving you a soft kiss. “Vamos. I’m excited.” You laugh and get up, resuming putting on your jacket.

You sat at the kitchen island, holding a mug of hot chocolate that you hadn’t touched in 10 minutes. Your bag was by the door. Your phone was charged. The car had a full tank of petrol. You’re due to leave in five minutes. And yet, you’re still spiraling.

Across the kitchen, Héctor is humming to himself while getting his last few little bits ready, completely unbothered, like he wasn’t about to bring you home to meet the people who literally raised him.

“Do you think your mamá and papá will like me?” you asked suddenly, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

Héctor froze and turned to face you slowly, like he wasn’t sure if you were joking. You weren’t.

“Wait,” he said, wa;king over with a soft, confused smile. “You’re actually nervous?” You looked down at your hot chocolate. “Yeah… like, very.”

He leaned against the counter beside you, gently tugging the mug out of your hands and setting it aside. “You do realise my mamá’s probably already planned some sort of girl’s night for the two of you or something right?” Your head snapped up, “What?”

He chuckled. “Yeah. She’s excited to finally have another girl around. She even said, and I quote, ‘bring that sweet girl of yours around so I can finally meet her properly and feed her well.’ Her words. Not mine.”

You blinked. “That's oddly comforting.”

“She’s a mamá. It’s how she shows love,” Héctor said with a shrug, brushing his fingers over your wrist gently. “And my papá? He’s more reserved, but if you ask him anything about the garden or football, he’ll fall in love with you instantly.”

You let out a soft laugh, the knot in your stomach loosening by a fraction.

“No sé (i don’t know),” you mumbled. “I just… I want to be enough. For them. For you.”

Héctor’s hand immediately found yours, his fingers warm as always. “Oye,” he said, tilting his head so you’d meet his eyes. “You’re already enough. More than enough. You don’t have to try and be anything you’re not.” “But-” “Nope.”

He cut in softly, giving your hand a squeeze. “I’m serious, I wouldn’t be bringing you home if I wasn’t sure - if I didn’t want them to know the person who makes me the happiest.”

Your heart fluttered.

He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “You’re not auditioning for anything. You’re just coming home with me. And they’re gonna love you, because you’re you.”

You leaned into his touch, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. “Vale. Let’s go meet your mamá and see what kind of terrifyingly welcoming night she has planned for me.”

Héctor grinned. “That’s my girl.”

And just like that - your nerves didn’t disappear completely. But they shrank under the warmth of his voice and the certainty in his eyes. With him, it didn’t feel so scary anymore.

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monstatron · 22 days ago

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YAUTJA OC DOODLES…

( ankethia is a woman, SHE/HER! :3 )

gooood morning! enjoy some doodle posting for the tumblr crowd, just a little treat to celebrate the end of the semester and finally making a dent in all my WIPs! which i will hopefully have one of them up very soon. lots of monster arts on the way!! and i’m feeling more and more confidence in my doodles/sketches so i’ll be sharing them more often :3

anyway, these are some miscellaneous character exploration doodles. been getting into doing those recently :P

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fr33time · 1 month ago

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Hi, I saw that your request are open again and I'm really happy about it since I enjoy your blog ❤ if it's fine with you could I request something with Jin, Taiga, Alan and Sho with a Reader who's always surprised and happy, their face lighting up in seconds, when being told they did a good job or praised, because they never heard words like this, maybe even more used to hearing how they always make things worse or not for anything? Even from their parents even? (little angst mixed with fluff and comfort is always good). 👉👈

I honestly get this, so I was happy to receive this request hehe. I grew up feeling like I made things worse or getting yelled at for not doing things correctly. This wasn’t specific to my parents, it was more people outside of my family, but I understand that emotion. 🫶

also just a note, hopefully I’ll upload again soon. I started working on a little series, I won’t be releasing it anytime soon because if I know myself I will abandon it for a few months. So I will not be releasing it until I finished it fully! I was motivated to write again so I’m trying to write multiple fics right now! I’ve been feeling guilty for not posting to the point where I think about leaving it altogether, but I try to remind myself that it’s fine to pace myself haha. Anyways I hope you guys are having a lovely day ✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧

GN!reader that loves praise!

Characters included: Jin, Taiga, Alan, Shohei

Hurt/comfort, fluff

Requesting rules here! (Read before requesting)

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♡Jin

Jin never shows it, but he finds your joyfulness endearing. Especially the big smile you give him when he tells you that you did a good job. He is puzzled by it though, why do you make a big deal out of a compliment? Though it’s not like he’d get in the way of your celebrations. He likes seeing you happy and to him that’s all there is to it.

When you were delivering documents to Tohma he happened to be in Jin’s room. You flash your signature bright smile when he comments on how fast you were, Tohma notices this behaviour “You’re a very bright person for someone that’s so close to the captain” Jin gives him a mean glare at this comment. You get a little embarrassed and look away to say “I’m just not used to being told that I did a good job, that's all,” and it clicked for Jin. You’ve mentioned that your parents had high expectations of you before, but now he realizes why you act the way that you do. He doesn’t bring anything up in the future unless you tell him, but he seems to praise you more often than usual. He’s a little rough around the edges so he watches what he says, and he goes a liiiiittle bit overboard when he treats you to a luxurious dinner for the hard work you’ve been doing around Darkwick.

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♡Taiga

He likes your enthusiasm and teases you about it often. “So kitty likes to be told a good job?” That was what he said when he found out about this trait of yours. He doesn’t hand out his praises often, mostly because the one who orders people around is Lulu, but once in a blue moon he’ll tell you that you did a good job. If you’re smiling then he has less trouble. He isn’t the best at remembering certain things about you, but this behaviour sticks to him because you seem more confident.

He’s not one to ask questions about you, to him if it comes up then it comes up. Will he care? It really depends on what you’re saying to him. You kind of just have to tell him, and even then he won’t ask any follow-up questions. A situation pops up where a Sinostra student is yelling at you for making a mistake for not noticing that a patron cheated at one of the tables. The student understands that Romeo will have both of their heads if he finds out. What he doesn’t realize is that Taiga is nearby and paying close attention. You could hear a loud *BANG* and instinctively ducked, when you looked up you realized that there was a bullet hole between you and the Sinostra student. When Romeo stomps up the stairs aggressively to Taiga’s room later that day, his face is insanely scrunched up. “ARE YOU INSANE? NOT ONLY DID THEY LET SOMEONE ROB US, BUT YOU PUT A HOLE IN OUR EXPENSIVE WALLS” Romeo continued to scream at Taiga, who was barely paying attention on the bed. “Calm down Lulu, you’ll get wrinkles if you look that sour.” He doesn’t care if he gets in trouble, that sinostra student was being annoying about you.

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♡Alan

He looooves handing out praises to you, when it isn’t verbally he gives you a reassuring pet to let you know that you’re doing a good job. He’s happy when you’re happy, so when you give him your sweet smile he feels like he accomplished something. He gives you tasks that he’s sure you can handle so he can compliment you at all times.

He isn’t much of a talker, but he knows when to defend something close to his heart. The case in point is you, you’ve been getting to know this group of people through being around Vagastrom, and he walked into some conversation including you. He heard them saying nasty things about you and how they’ve started to dislike you because you “make things worse.” Something welled up inside of him and he couldn’t help but defend you, ending in the group being scared off. When he went to tell you, all you could do was sigh and shrug your shoulders “I knew this would happen… don’t worry about it Alan I’m used to it.” He was taken aback, why would you brush it off like that? He didn’t want to push you about it further, you looked sad enough already without saying anything. “Don’t hang around them anymore, just because you’re used to it doesn’t mean that you deserve it. You’re worth more than that.”

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♡Shohei

He smirks when he sees you so happy, it’s adorable on you. Even though he doesn’t understand why you’re like that, he needs that whimsy in his life. Leo is a downer most of the time so you’re a nice change of pace, and it makes him feel like he can be human around you. He’s also one to tease you, something along the lines of “pfft… you don’t need to get that ecstatic, but you look pretty cute doing it.”

Sho overheard a conversation between you and a Vagastrom student. All he heard was “You can’t do anything right” and soon followed the sound of a door closing. He peeked into the room and saw you standing there with a sad, vacant look on your face. He wanted to say something to that guy, but he was too late to the conversation. “Hey, why didn’t you stand up for yourself?” He finally spoke up and mildly surprised you “It’s okay Sho, I’m used to hearing stuff like that and I don’t want to fight about it…” your voice grew quieter at the end. He knew it affected you, I mean he gets it, he didn’t exactly grow up in the happiest place but he still hated that you of all people knew how it felt. He waved you over into the kitchen “Come on, you choose what I get to make for us.” It’s all he could do to comfort you, but you get to enjoy his delicious cooking to make you feel better.

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#tokyo debunker #tkdb #tokyo debunker x reader #tokyo debunker headcanons #headcanon #tokyo debunkers #jin kamurai #jin x reader #taiga hoshibami #taiga x reader #shohei haizono #shohei x reader #alan mido #alan x reader

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DRESS ✶ will smith

summary: you and will were together and nobody else knows but you two. this makes for built up tension when out in public.

vaguely based off of ‘dress’ - taylor swift.

word count: 1.3k

contains: oral (fem. receiving), p in v (unprotected— don’t do that), making out, jealousy, secret relationships, swearing, terribly written smut (i’m sorry guys my body count is THREE i’m not really experienced)

notes: first smut fic i’ve made that i’ve actually posted because im TERRIBLE at writing it. ovulation got to me. hopefully it’s not that bad. i’ll get around to requests soon im literally so swamped with school work. why on earth did i choose FORENSIC BIOLOGY as a major.

You were really starting to hate this whole secret dating thing. Especially when you were out in public and particularly needy. You and will still had to act like friends— why you may ask? because you and him both know how much drama it would be to have a star rookie’s relationship public. And right now you weren’t really trying to have death threats from 16 year old fangirls.

You really were extra needy tonight. You had been since you left the house to a party with him— some random frat at SJSU. Which is exactly why you chose this dress last minute. It was a tight fitting, black dress, that Will was counting down the days until you wore it once he’d seen it in your closet.

You were practically ready to break this ‘secret relationship’ ordeal and smash your lips together when a random girl came up to him and started flirting, brushing her fingers up his arms. You were trying really hard to hide the pissed off look on your face and you were trying even harder to not rip that hand off of his biceps.

Will had go went to use the bathroom, leaving you leaning up against a wall, sipping cheap alcohol from a solo cup. “Hey. You got a boyfriend?” You’re startled as a guy walks up next to you and leans over to talk to you. You’re guessing he’s a frat guy based on the lacoste shirt and khaki long shorts. “Oh. Uh no.” You say, lying through your teeth but that’s what happens when you don’t make your relationship public.

“Good. Incase you can’t tell I’m trying to hit on you” He says. You fake a chuckle, not really caring for what he has to say but you know nobody else at this party so you’re stuck. He makes conversation to you and you give lackluster replies just wishing for Will to come back over here.

“Hey, hope I didn’t leave you for too long.” You recognize Will’s voice as he steps over to you. He gives a look to the frat guy leaning over you like he’s deciding whether to say something or not, but ultimately decides not to. You barely even notice what whats-his-face-frat guy bids you goodbye.

“Who was that?” Will looks over at you as soon as frat boy walks off. “Oh some random guy that came up to me.” You say, brushing it off. “Why didn’t you just tell him to fuck off?” He questions.

It’s weird, Will never gets jealous. Like, never. Especially not over stupid frat guys who couldn’t compete with him in any way.

“Will, you got nothing to worry about.” You look into his eyes. “Reminder,” You point to your body. “Only bought this dress for you.” You mutter, quieter than the rest of what you said.

His gaze softens, he knows you’re right. Then he switches up his demeanor completely and practically drags you out the building, discarding your drinks on a random surface.

He opens your car door for you and you instinctively get in before he walks over to his side and gets in. “Will, what the fuck?” You ask him like he’s crazy as he starts driving back to your apartment. “You bought that dress f’me, I’ll be the one to take it off, why not do it a bit early?” He replies.

Oh. So that’s what this is about. He got jealous when a guy talked to you and went berserk once you reminded him you were his. You feel bad for thinking it but if all you had to do was that to make him fuck the shit out of you, you were gonna do it much more often.

He’s got a steel grip on your thigh as he drives to your apartment. When you finally arrive he’s ushering you out the car and into your front door.

You barely make it through the entry way before he closes the gap between your lips, groping your ass in the process. You moan as he bites your lip and takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He leads you to your bed and turns you around to drag the zipper of your dress down hastily. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He breathes into your ear, taking in the sight of your dress falling, and pooling at your ankles.

You step out of your dress and scoot onto the bed, looking back at Will as he slips off his clothes and pushes back his curls out of his face.

He pulls you back so your legs are hanging of the bed and spreads them, and gets on his knees at the foot of the bed. He looks up at you and grins before he kisses your clit, still looking at you.

You gasp, breath getting caught in your mouth. He starts lapping your pussy, nose bumping against your clit. You moan. Loud. He’s angling his tongue to touch the underside of your most sensitive areas, making you cry out in pleasure.

He chuckles against your pussy hearing you whale out moans repeatedly, just adding to your sensitivity and pleasure. You’re gripping the sheets, arching your back and clenching every muscle in your body as Will draws you closer to you orgasm.

“Fuck, Will. Oh God I can’t—” You cut yourself off with a moan as your orgasm washes over you, overtaking you with pleasure.

“Fuck.” Is all you can say, face heating up, panting, every physical reaction you can have as you come. Will looks up at you, licking his lips of your cum and wetness and using the back of his hand to wipe the rest of that pooled at his chin.

You scoot back on the bed and he climbs up over you, dick in hand, getting ready to fuck you. He’s as hard as he could be when he looks at your flushed, flustered face, waiting for him to slip in.

“You ready, baby?” He asks you, looking straight down at your dilated pupils. “Mhm, yea.” You tell him, nodding your head, his eyes never leaving yours.

He squints his eyes as he lines up and pushes in, and lets out a groan, closing his eyes fully now. You let out a loud moan that only drags out longer and louder when he dives in even further.

He starts slow then builds up to a moderately fast pace that has you gasping for breath, panting and squeezing tight on him. Everytime your hole throbs around him he lets out a low moan, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

He draws closer to you, suckling at your neck, leaving maroon marks that will stain in the morning. He’s letting out deep moans into your ears, muttering stuff like “God, Babe, you’re squeezing me so good.” … “Fuck, you’re so good for me, baby.” As he himself draws close to his orgasm.

“God, baby, you’re gonna make me cum. Being so good for me.” He draws out. It’s kind of embarrassing to say that you immediately come when he says that, clenching your walls around him and wrapping your arms tight around his neck.

You moan as loud as you possibly could, curling your legs around his waist as you feel him fill you up with his come, him gasping out random swears, lifting his head back.

You two just sit there, tangled up for a couple minutes, looking into each other’s eyes, letting out tired sighs and pants.

“I don’t think I wanna do that ‘secret’ shit no more. Wanna show you off.” He tells you, grinning as he looks down at you.

extra notes: Please don’t come into my asks with that “He’s a kid” bullshit. He is 20 years old and <2 years younger than me. Stop harassing me because you think it’s weird. It’s cringe and weird, just don’t read it if u don’t like it.

#nhl #san jose sharks #will smith hockey #smut #fanfic #laura’s fics ✍️

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