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jester-lover · 10 months ago

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May I please ask for a Jamil, Leona and Azul with a female reader, where the reader is a secret admirer of them and has been giving them secret little gifts with cheesy love notes throughout the year and has always acted like "That's so corny, why would I ever do such a thing-" if they are ever around hearing about the gifts- just trying to throw them off the trail the whole time because they are too embarrassed to admit they have been crushing on them this whole time- and maybe the receiver of said gifts figuring out who it is one day- thank you!

Secret Admirer

Feat/ Jamil, Leona, Azul

CW/ Female reader, fluff, insecurities, shyness, embarrassment

Jamil

Jamil wholeheartedly thinks someone’s messing with him at first

That is, until the little gifts and notes get more personal

When he starts finding bottles of his favorite hair oil, little compliments about his basketball skills, and pocket-sized bug spray, he knows it’s someone who knows him

At one point, Jamil couldn’t believe someone would care for him, but this mindset was quickly taken over by his desire to lavish the attention this stranger gave him

He feels like he’s in the spotlight; someone cares for him the most, and the thought brings a blush to his cheeks and a flaming desire in his heart to find the person who is giving him these tokens

Jamil almost can’t believe it's been you this whole time, but the surprise washes away into a form of pure delight he hasn’t felt in ages

He most definitely catches you slipping something onto his side table or getting something in the mail that has strikingly similar handwriting to yours

Either way, he quickly tells you he knows, stumbling over his words as he tells you he feels the same way

Jamil finds your immediate denial and slow acceptance of the fact that you’re caught to be a beautiful sight and knows he’ll treasure you above anything else

“I know it’s you…I’m glad I’ve been getting such sweet attention from someone I love just as much…”

Leona

Leona knows from the first letter

While he figured out that you were his secret admirer from day 1, most likely from the fact that the paper smelled just like you, he keeps a facade of stupidity on toy with you

He waves around the little pink notes and gifts almost cartoonishly, chuckling to himself as he watches you stammer on about how cringe-worthy such loud declarations of affection are

He keeps every trinket, letter, and preservable good you get him, keeping it in a box carefully hidden in his dorm

(because God forbid anyone thinks he’s gone soft)

One day, when he knows you're catching on to his knowledge, he presents you with the box and tells you how he knew from the beginning and that he feels the same way about you

“Who knew you could be such a poet, Herbivore? Way better than the other poet I know…”

Azul

You would think he would know too, but he’s deluded himself into thinking you’d never like him back and that it’s one of the twins messing with him

But then, as he thinks about when he’s finding the little charms and notes, he realizes the twins would be working at those times and unable to plant them

Then, he starts thinking about how, whenever he brings up the admirer with you, you immediately start denying or shying away from the topic

(He’s pacing around his office at this point)

Azul most definitely sends out Jade to keep a close eye on you, and when he reports back confirming your role as Azul’s secret admirer, he practically melts

Not only does he plan out how he’ll tell you he knows, he has you presented with a special VIP offer to eat at the lounge

This is, of course, so he can get you alone

Half way through his planned speech, he starts bumbling on about how he can’t believe it and how he’d love to be your partner and take care of you

“O-of course I knew this the entire time! I just didn’t say so because I-I quite enjoyed the attention…”

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roostersbby69 · 1 month ago

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0.2 Fresh Starts

Bradley Bradshaw x reader

Summary: After leaving your abusive ex husband with your two kids. Tackling motherhood by yourself is a challenge. Getting to know a certain neighbor might lift some of the weight off of your shoulders.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, little bit of smut

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The next day, Bradley was taking his morning jog like he did every morning. The Navy kept him in shape and that led to making him a morning person. Which is probably how he got his call sign ‘Rooster’. He glanced at your house to see you in a robe checking the mail. He smirked and decided to bug you a little bit with his bright morning smile. That’s what neighbors are for, right?

“Morning, neighbor!” He waved as he slowed his pace at your driveway.

You eyed him carefully as you flipped through the mail, “How can you be running at 7 in the morning after you drank and partied all night long?” He noticed you never looked up at him while you said this, which was amusing as it seemed you were asking yourself.

“My job keeps me in shape.” He shrugged. “What have you got going on today?” He tried to start a conversation as he took in your tired state. He seemed like a morning person. As a mom, you were never a morning person.

“The usual, trying to find a handyman to fix my shower head and someone to build some furniture.” He watched as you turned to travel down your driveway back to your house.

“Hey, I'm off work today if you want me to help out.” He shrugged and wiped the sweat from his forehead. You now looked up at him and noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His rock hard abs glistened with sweat as he took deep breaths. You looked up to his face and shook your head, “No thanks, I'll find someone.”

“Come on, I feel bad for last night. And it’ll be free other than hiring a handyman. I’m good with my hands.” He winked.

You scoffed and bit back a laugh as he stared you down waiting for an answer. “Fine, but only once.”

“Great, I'll go get changed and be over to start the job.” He nodded and jogged in place to get ready to return back to his own home.

“I have to get my kids to school, be here around 9.” You yawned and turned to go inside.

He nodded and threw a thumbs up at you before making his way home.

This was probably a bad idea.

You watched his biceps strain against his white t-shirt that he showed up in. His tan skin looked great against it you have to admit. Standing in the bathroom doorway, you watched as he grunted against the stubborn shower head.

“Tough one.” He grunted again and stepped back to shake his head.

“Yeah, I couldn’t get it myself.” You nodded and mocked his stance with crossed arms.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” He said, determined to get it done for you. After all, he did offer to help. And what kind of neighbor would he be if he couldn’t help out?

You bit back a smile and watched as he placed his hands on the shower head once more and twisted hard. A loud cracking noise was heard and it finally popped off sending Bradley flying backwards into you. He twisted around and caught your head before it hit the tile floor. You gasped as his face was inches away from yours and he smirked slowly. “Got it.” He held the rusted up piece of metal in front of your face.

You rolled your eyes and pushed on his broad shoulders to get him off of you. “Thanks.”

When you finally stood up he threw the metal in the trash can and turned to you. “What’s next, boss?” He smiled like a school boy.

You shook your head with crossed arms and was almost in awe of his helpfulness. You were kind of rude to him the other night and here he was, helping you.

“You want a beer or something?” You asked as you turned out of the bathroom and headed to the kitchen.

“Beer would be great.” He smiled as he watched you bend into the fridge. His eyes scouted over your ass that strained against your jean shorts.

He stood straight as you turned to him with a brown bottle. “Thanks.” He searched around for a bottle opener, “You got something to open this with?” He chuckled.

“Oh, yeah.” You took it from him and placed it in between your teeth and cracked it open with ease.

He stood, amazed at what you had done before him. No girl had ever done that, not even a party trick could come close to how turned on that made him. He took the bottle in his hands and watched as you poured yourself a glass of wine.

You leaned against the counter and brought the glass to your lips. Taking a long sip, he watched you relax.

He also took a swig of his bottle before taking a look around the empty room. His head popped up when he heard you speak.

“This house is a wreck.” You never looked towards him as you stared at the boxes filled with items that were supposed to be put up by now.

He shrugged, “When did you move in?”

“Just a week ago. After I left my ex husband I took the kids and brought them here. We didn’t live too far away, just a couple of minutes. But away was enough.” You explained before taking another sip of the wine.

He nodded as he let you talk, “Nice place. It was owned by an older couple. They moved upstate for retirement.”

You smiled and nodded. The place really was lovely. A master bedroom with one smaller room and two bathrooms. One bathroom across the boys room and a bigger one connected to yours. A back patio and a small car shed with a yard for the boys to enjoy. You probably wouldn’t stay here long, just for a little bit to get started. It was the fastest and cheapest place to find since you were so eager to move out.

“I need to unpack.” You muttered as you closed your eyes in exhaustion.

Bradley watched as you straightened up from the counter and walked over towards the boxes.

“Is this all of your things?” He asked as he noticed the lack of furniture and the amount of boxes that stacked against walls.

“Not all of it, half of the things are in a moving truck. The others I'll have to go get from my old place.” You really didn’t want to go alone. But, you didn’t have any other option.

He nodded and walked towards the back of the house past the boys’ room. He saw a mattress on the floor and two l bed frame boxes leaned against the wall. A basket of toys was in the middle of the floor and a couple of books were stacked in the corner.

You hummed as you put away cutlery and plates. Completely forgetting Bradley was still in your house, you remembered after an hour or so and walked back towards the bedrooms. You passed by the bathroom and saw the new shower head was attached and the towel hangers were screwed on correctly. Walking further back, you stood in awe as each of the boys’ bed frames were completed and made with stuffed toys on them. Charlie’s was a little bigger and Westons was a toddler bed. The dresser was made and the box of clothes on top of them.

Bradley walked out of their closet and smiled when he saw you, “Hey, I was just fixing this shelf in here.” He nodded back to the closet. You nodded with an open jaw and admired his work.

“You didn’t have to do all of this.” You waved your hands around.

“Oh please, I’ve got nothing better to do. Besides, I like doing this kind of stuff.”

“What? Seducing girls with your muscle shirt and being the knight in shining armor?” You amused yourself and crossed your arms.

“No, I'm serious. I like building things and fixing problems.” He nodded and put the screwdriver on the desk by the wall. He smirked by raising a brow and turning to you, “But are you seduced?”

Your cheeks tinted as you rolled your eyes, “No.” Walking off to get away from his gaze, you went back to unpacking boxes.

He smiled as you walked away and followed you into the kitchen once again. You crouched down and opened the box. His gaze was fixed on you as you dug through the tea towels and glass cups.

You slowly stood up and walked to the cabinet to put away a couple of cups. Once finished, you turned around and saw him leaning against the fridge with a sweaty bottle of beer in his hand. His muscles in his biceps contracted as he brought the bottle up to his lips and took a long swig. His mustache hugged the top of the bottle and once he was done he licked his lips clean of the alcohol.

This was such a bad idea. You were supposed to be focusing on yourself and your kids' well being. But then again, your hormones are a part of yourself. He smirked as he caught you watching his every move. Bradley set his bottle down on the top of the fridge, which wasn’t a struggle at all for him to reach, and slowly walked over towards you.

You never moved from your spot as he stood not even an inch from your body. Feeling his breath fan your cheek, he took his finger and swiped a piece of hair behind your ear. His lips grazed your cheek and you tried to focus on anything else than the hot man that practically pushed you into the counter.

“What’s on your mind?” He teased as his lips moved to your ear.

You didn’t even know this man’s name. “What’s your name?” You blurted out pushing your head back to look into his eyes.

He smiled and chuckled, “Bradley.”

“Bradley.” You repeated under your breath to test it out on your tongue.

He nodded once you repeated it and smirked to himself, “Sounds good when you say it.”

Deciding to stir the pot, he brought his lips down to your jaw and barely grazed it just to tease you. He wanted to build the fire inside of you and figure out what pleased you.

“I can’t do this.” You shook your head, but your neck tilted to the side to give him better access and more space to litter his kisses on.

“Why’s that?” His movements never stopped as he traveled up your jaw and close to your ear lobe.

“Because, I’ve got kids and I just got a divorce.” You explained, but you couldn’t seem to hear yourself. You were so fixated on his hands and how they gripped your hips tightly and his lips how they ghosted your jaw slightly.

You had to fight back with every fiber of your being to not make a single noise. Not a whimper or moan. Trying your very hardest but the sexy man in front of you was making it literally impossible.

“I can’t be seen having sex with another man.” You pushed on his hard chest to make him back away from you.

“Then let’s go to the back.” He suggested and shrugged his shoulders.

“Bradley,” You started to say, but were lifted in his arms and were toted away from the kitchen. You were surprised at this. Never have you been carried away like this. It was every girl’s dream to be carried to bed by a muscled up man with a pornstar mustache. And you were living it right now.

“Bradley, we shouldn’t do this.” You gasped as his teeth nipped at your neck then kissed the spot soothingly.

“Come on, baby, let me make it up to you from last night.” He set you down gently on the carpeted floor, “I feel so bad.” He pouted and rubbed your hips. You knew what he was doing. He was trying to convince you and seduce you to let him ‘make it up to you’.

He pushed you back onto the bed and ground his pelvis into your heat once he spread your legs far apart.

It has been almost two years since you’ve had proper sex. After having your youngest, you and your ex husband stopped doing anything physical after he started drinking. You missed this exhilarating feeling between a man. What’s the harm?

You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into your lips. The plush of his lips hit yours and immediately started to devour you. Your jaws opened further apart so you could fight against each other’s tongues. He was a good kisser. A great kaiser even. His kisses made you excited and hungry for more. His hands roamed up to your boobs through your tank top and kneaded at the flesh. He could feel your bra constricting him from getting to where he really wanted to be.

After your encounter last night, he thought about you until he ran into you in your driveway. Those arms and sweaty abs that were glistening in the sun were enough to make you almost drop to your knees and lick up every drop off of him.

He pushed you further into the mattress and shoved his lips further into yours. Your teeth clashed together and you didn’t mind one bit if he chipped it.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you. You could feel his erection through the jeans he was wearing. Which means he must be big. Your breath shuddered as he moved his kisses down the front of your neck and to your collarbone.

You grabbed his face and brought it to your lips to kiss him with need. Your hands pushed at his shirt and rested your hands on his large pecs. He caught onto your little hint and tore his shirt off swiftly. He came back down and kissed you again with slick lips and wrapped his tongue around yours. His mouth tasted of beer and mixed with something else that made it much more delicious.

You spread your legs further and brought your hands down to press onto the tint in his pants. He groaned into your lips sending vibrations straight down to your clit. You moaned for the first time in front of him and felt him move to smirk against your neck.

“Jesus, Bradley.” You whined as he ground his hard dick into your clothed pussy. He pressed so hard into you it made you cry out. He dipped his fingers under your shorts and panties. Slowly dragging them down your smooth legs he felt the fat of your ass and laid you back onto the soft mattress. It was a little hard to get on your level since the mattress was laid on the floor. Bradley didn’t mind.

He spread your legs further and slipped the clothes off of your ankles and threw them across the room. One good look at your dripping heat was able to make a grown man cum in his pants. He dove into your pussy immediately and licked a thick stripe up your slit. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you cried out his name. He groaned against your clit and sent vibrations up your stomach. “Fuck, Bradley.” You gasped as the tip of his tongue prodded at your dripping hole.

He plunged one finger into you until he was knuckle deep and brought his thumb up to rub your clit fast.

“Shit!” You moaned and squeezed your eyes closed tightly. He held your legs far apart, making the feeling more extreme. “Say my name again.” He demanded as he stared up at you while fingering your pussy.

“Bradley.” You moaned and opened your jaw in pleasure. He smirked against your clit and curled his finger up into you. Over and over and over again he assaulted your g spot making your wetness spill out of you and into his fingers.

He moaned and kept drilling his finger into you trying to get every ounce of orgasm out of you.

“Fuck!” You moaned as he took his fingers out of you and took his tongue to lick your entire pussy in one stripe.

“Jesus, honey. Your’e soaked.” He laughed and saw your face heat up as you sat up and pulled your blanket over the middle of your legs from him. “I’m just teasing.”

“You really should go.” You scrambled for your shorts and underwear and pulled them onto your legs. He stood up and pouted, “What’s the rush?”

“My kids are probably on the way home and they can’t see you here.” You spoke as you hurried into the kitchen and saw the time. He followed you and nodded his head.

“Okay, same time tomorrow?” He teased as he slipped his shoes and shirt on beside the door.

You gave him a warning look as he smirked and winked at you.

“Thank you for the help.” You were very grateful for his help and it would've taken you much longer to finish without him.

“It was my pleasure. Call me when you need me.” He stuck a piece of paper on a cardboard box and walked out of the front door.

You walked over to glance at the paper and saw his number written down neatly.

Watching him walk back to his house you shook your head.

That was a bad idea.

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bowelfly · 1 year ago

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OH BOY YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS

my shitty old car is really truly dying and rent is eating up most of my paycheck so buying another vehicle is gonna kick my ass. if you wanna grab something from my print store or buy me a coffee i'd greatly appreciate it.

things are even dire enough that i got off my ass and made some crude commission info sheets:

these prices are estimates and actual amounts are gonna vary depending on the specifics of the commission. i charge more for things outside my usual subject range since they take more research and fussing to get right, while subjects that i'm always drawing for fun (bugs, teeth) are liable to cheaper.

i do all of my sketches digitally MSPaint style and all of my rendered drawings with real ink and watercolors, usually with some digital tweaking or compositing afterwards. traditional art pieces can be mailed to you for the cost of shipping and packaging.

feel free to DM me with both what you'd like drawn and in what style--digital sketch, b&w linework, b&w heavy crosshatching, monochrome inkwash, watercolors, etc, or best of all just link me to a previous drawing of mine in the style closest to what you want. i can take money through paypal or ko-fi, payable after i complete the art and before i send you the full resolution copy.

if there's a queue i'll try to give you an estimate of how long it'll take me to get to your commission. please be patient with me; i have a full time job and a bad case of ADHD. i reserve the right to refuse or rescind a commission for any reason including and especially if the client acts pushy or gives me weird vibes.

whoops sorry that was a long post. thanks for reading.

#commission info #lets see how this goes #sorry its so expensive but i have so little free time and energy for art these days that it is extremely precious to me #but also tbh i think most artists on here massively undercharge for their art #you know who you are

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bingbongsupremacy · 6 months ago

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Closure Pt. 2

Pairing: Steve Harrington x plus size!reader

Warnings: swearing, anger, idk what else

Series Summary: You never knew Steve could be so shallow. When he leaves you to date Nancy Wheeler, you're left with a pain you thought he'd never leave with you. Maybe you should've stayed friends.

Part Summary: He wrote a letter. You don't need him. Right?

*Not Proof Read* Stranger Things Masterlist

Based off of Taylor Swift Song Closure. This was a request. I tried to make everything as general as possible. Pls let me know if missed something ty.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

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No one was supposed to know we were dating. Steve said he didn’t want his teammates to bug me. He didn’t want people to overreact when they found out about us and say mean shit. At the time, I agreed. I mean, Steve’s the king of Hawkins high. I wouldn’t be the first girl he’s dated who’s had rumors spread about them.

Hiding us was harder than we thought. A month or so after we got together Tommy found out and told the whole team. Gradually the whole school found out. Gossip spreads like wildfire, especially in a town like Hawkins.

During the weeks after we broke up, I started to think about our secret relationship.

He wasn’t trying to protect me. He was trying to protect his reputation. Steve might not show it but deep down he’s just like everyone else. He’s got insecurities too. He obsesses over anything negative that’s said about him, analyzing everything that others think is imperfect about him until he finds a way to change it.

That’s something I noticed sophomore year when we started to get a little closer.

He was kind to me, but he wasn’t perfect. I don’t know for sure but I think he still messed with underclassmen, bullying them for praise from Tommy and Carol. He wanted to be liked by everyone, especially those two assholes.

He was always going to pick them over me.

“ Honey, this came in for you today. “ My mom breaks me out of my thoughts.

I look up from my stack of paperwork. “ What? From who? “ My brows furrow in confusion. Who would send mail to my parents’ house? I haven’t lived here in years.

“ It’s from Steve. “ My moms eyes scan over the stark white envelope.

My heart sinks.

What the fuck does he want?

I haven’t seen or talked to him since graduation 7 years ago. What could he want with me? Last I heard he got a job at Family Video and Nancy broke up with him.

He knows I’m here. He has to. Fucking Hawkins. When one person knows everyone knows. Mrs. Henderson must’ve told someone when I ran into her at the gas station.

“ What ever happened to you and Steve? Do you both still talk? “ My mom asks curiously while handing over my mail.

Oh right. I never told her.

“ We fell out of touch. You know, life. " I shrug, hoping that's enough for her.

" Oh, that's so sad sweetie. I'm sorry. " She sends me a small sympathetic smile. " That's always hard when you lose touch with someone you love. " She gently pats my shoulder.

Love.

Steve didn't love me.

I send her a small smile, hoping to drop the topic. " It happens, ma. "

" Well, I'll you get to it. " She dismisses herself, leaving me to the letter in my hands.

I trace the sharp corners of the envelope. Should I open it? Do I want to?

I wonder what it says.

What could he have to say to me after all of these years? It couldn't be something worth my time. Not after the shit that happened in high school. Right?

But what if it is?

Fuck it. I'm curious.

I pull open the envelope and let the torn paper fall into my lap. A neatly folded letter greens me, the bright white stationary paper matching the envelope.

This is it. Here we go.

I pull open the letter. Dark blue pen lines starkly contrast the white paper. Steve's familiar handwriting fills a good portion of the page. At the bottom his squiggly signature lies, bold and exactly the same as I remember.

Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you. I heard you're back in town. I've been meaning to do this for a long time. I've debated writing to you for years. I didn't know if I had anything good enough to send to you.

I was an asshole to you. You didn't deserve how I broke up with you. I feel horrible about how I treated you. About how I let other people change my opinion and control my actions. I should've stood stronger with what I thought.

That's something I always loved about you. You didn't let other people sway your opinions. I'm sure you still don't. You thought for yourself.

You are so much braver than I am. You didn't compromise yourself for others.

I've thought about what happened for years. About how you must have felt.

I hope you're well. I hope you've been able to move on and you've continued to be yourself. I know I don't deserve to say that, I just wish you the best.

I wanted to explain to you why I did what I did. I owe it to you. I was selfish. I got caught up in the high school popularity shit. I know it's stupid. I wanted to be Hawkins High's main guy. I wanted the Prom King title. I wanted the attention.

I really did like you. You made me feel safe and understood. You were always patient and kind. You urged me to be me, even when I felt like caving under pressure. You liked me for me, not for who I was trying to be. You deserved better than me.

People started to talk. You know. You heard the rumors.

At first, I thought I could handle it. I thought it wouldn't bug me. I thought I could push past it all. I cracked. Tommy and Carol jumped on the wagon and it pushed me over the edge. I couldn't bare the thought of losing the respect I'd worked so hard to get. I couldn't handle the teasing I'd get from the guys after games or the looks Tommy'd send my way when he saw us together.

It was wrong. I didn't think about you. About how you must've felt and how you were handling everything that was going on. It was Senior Year. I should've held on. We would've been out of this shit hole in a few months anyway, I don't know why I didn't just ignore it all. That's one of my biggest regrets.

I've been in therapy for a few years now. I've worked past all that surface-level shallow shit. I really see just how much I hurt you, and for that I'm so sorry.

I don't expect you to forgive me. I just wanted you to know that you're the first girl I ever loved and I am so grateful for you. Our relationship sent me on a path to help myself, and for that I will always love you.

Thank you.

-Steve Harrington

P.S. The week before we broke up I was going to give this to you. I never did.

I glance down at the envelope in my lap and open it. At the bottom lays a shiny silver necklace. A small gem, my birthstone, lays in the center. It glimmers in the light. It's beautiful.

I turn the gem over and spot a small engraving on the back.

SH +Y/N

For a moment I'm torn.

Should I write him back? Should we talk?

Part of me does miss him. I miss his laugh. His playful teasing. The way he looked at me.

No.

He hurt me. A lot.

He can't just send a letter and make it better. Why didn't he talk to me in person if this really weighed on him as much as he says it did? Why didn't he call me?

I don't need him. I'm fine. I've been fine without him for years. I'm not going to let him back into my life because he feels bad about his actions and insecurities.

I left Hawkins for a reason. I needed to get away from Steve. I needed him out of my life.

I'm not going to let him back in for his sake.

I don't need him.

I stand up, taking the papers and necklace in my hand. I walk over to the trashcan near my dresser. Without a second thought, I drop everything into the can.

The necklace makes a small clunking sound as it hits the bottom of my empty can.

The rustling of papers quiets and so does my pounding heart.

I'm fine on my own.

(Do we like this ending? Or should I try to make another part? )

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rhenuvee · 1 year ago

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Playing Animal Crossing New Horizons with Genshin Boys [Modern AU]

A/N: This is not important but I almost wrote sea bass with the characters

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Treats it like Minecraft. Farms the heck out of your island for materials, and makes his own little "base" that's bordered by fences. Has enough wood, rocks, iron nuggets, etc to supply him for a year.

Razor, Bennett, Albedo, Alhaitham, Chongyun, Gorou, Kazuha, Mika, Thoma, Tighnari, Wanderer, Xiao

Chaotic. Attacks you with a net, sends you purposely cringey notes with a smelly sea bass attached, dresses like a hot dog after telling him to dress nice for a picture, probably decorates his house like a demon summoning ritual.

Childe, Cyno (does it to make you laugh), Itto, Kaeya, Lyney, Venti

Has sooo many bells... and from what?? He is your resident glucose father, always giving his bells to you to pay your debts. That 75,000 bell piano? It's yours. Really good with the Daisy Mae stonks, buys 100 turnips every time.

Alhaitham (asks you to catch a Coelacanth first), Ayato, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya

Broke. You’re the one with millions of bells. Takes so long for him to get out of the tent, and can't pay his home loans for days- but always has money for buying random things like a chair? Sometimes they have bells, but still ask you for some to annoy you. Also frequently gets scammed by Redd.

Bennett, Itto, Kaveh ("why does this feel oddly familiar..?"), Venti

Trash island. They are hoarders (honestly me). Your island's trees are still at the original random locations, along with weeds you have to pick every time, and some unknown "leaves" scattered everywhere. You say this is the reason Isabel gave your island a 2* rating but he denies it.

Bennett, Razor, Cyno, Itto, Venti

Clumsy. Always gets stung by wasps because he never takes out the net on time, falls for pitfall seed traps, and lots and lots of sea bass.

Bennett, Gorou, Itto, Kaveh

Treats it like Pokemon. Catches every single fish, bug and ocean species, completes the art gallery, every DIY. If you need something caught or made, he's your man.

Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Cyno, Freminet, Kazuha, Mika, Razor, Heizou, Thoma, Tighnari

Wholesome af. This one gifts you sweet letters with nice gifts, aw. Plants lots of flowers outside your houses. Always gives you things you need. Probably decorated a small little space your you two, and gives the villagers nice gifts too.

Ayato, Baizhu, Bennett, Freminet, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lyney, Mika, Thoma, Venti

Doesn't really play video games... but he knows you like it so he tries to understand it. He's like a tourist, following you around, occasionally getting sidetracked by random things such as villagers. He doesn't know about the mailing system (yet) so he drops off gifts for you in front of your house.

Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Diluc, Gorou, Kazuha, Mika, Razor, Thoma, Xiao, Zhongli

Villager drama enthusiast (but chaotic). You tell him about your island and the personalities of your villagers. He goes a step further by making up gossip like "_____ cannot be neighbours with _____ because he cheated on her with _____!"

Childe, Kaeya, Kaveh, Lyney, Heizou, Venti, Xingqiu

The artist. Takes Animal Crossing very seriously. Has only the best clothes and furniture, sometimes making his own custom designs. Terraformed and decorated your island to a T, and takes cute pictures with you in the museum's aquarium, fireworks festival, etc.

Kaveh, Kaeya, Kazuha, Lyney, Venti

The competitive one. Originally he thought Animal Crossing was just a cutesy game. Once you introduce him to it, it doesn't take long for him to complain about Tom Nook being a capitalist and struggling to pay his loans and complete the museum. You offer to help but he insists on doing it himself.

Itto, Tighnari, Wanderer, Kaveh

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wannaeatramyeon · 8 months ago

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Seong Taehoon x Reader: Letters

Final chapter spoiler! G/N. Taehoon in the military and you ask for-

"Letters?"

"Yep!" you grin, popping the 'p' as Taehoon looks on incredulously.

"Why the fuck would I send letters when I can just text you?"

"Because," you tip onto your toes and reach up to kiss him, "It'll be romantic."

Profanities are mumbled under his breath.

Taehoon feels like an idiot. He feels so cringe he's going to crawl out of his skin.

He texted you today, video called you last night. Yet your request for letters runs round and round his head.

Rattling like an incessant, annoying bug. Reminding him of your request accompanied by hopeful eyes and a sweet kiss.

Fuck.

The paper looks so very blank. Large and looming and intimidating. Like an exam sheet 5 minutes before the end and nothing has been scribbled down.

How is he even supposed to start this?

'Dear Y/N,'

-is immediately scratched out, scrunched up then tossed towards the garbage can.

You receive a letter a few days later.

Your name and address written in scratchy chicken script. The fact that it was delivered successfully is a miracle in and of itself.

With uncharacteristic patience and utmost care, you peel open the envelope.

A few paragraphs fill half the page. You read over his words, feel the hesitation between the lines, and soak up the love that you know has been poured into this act. Just the fact that he has done this says more than enough.

Taehoon is snippy, snippier than usual on video call tonight. His short dark hair and uniform seemingly amplifying his hard edges.

You know his leg is bouncing out of shot.

"Haven't you received it yet?" He cuts you off mid-sentence.

"Received what?"

"What do you think?"

“Your letter?”

Taehoon confirms it with a scowl.

You give him a grin, brushing past his question and leaving his mood sour.

There's mail waiting for him. Correspondence.

In a plain white envelope, with simple stamps.

But the writing-

His name, with your particular slant of characters and loops as unique to him as your laugh.

The way he opens the envelope is the opposite to you. Teared open, fingers urgent.

(When was the last time, anyway, that he received a handwritten letter?)

His eyes scan the words. What could be cringe, he finds endearing. What could be sappy, warms him.

Feels your absence more than ever after reading, counts down the days until he can see you again.

He regrets his letter. That he has none of your poetic ramblings, or interesting turn of phrases. That he isn't able to express his emotions, taking pen to paper like a duck to water, as well as you do.

He’ll have to do better with his next one.

Yet-

Taehoon is left love drunk, mood light and floating on air when sleep takes him that night.

#taehoon seong #seong taehun #taehoon seong x reader #seong taehun x reader #how to fight #seong taehoon x reader #seong taehoon #taehun x reader #taehoon x reader #how to fight x reader #how to fight headcanons #how to fight manhwa #viral hit headcanons #viral hit manhwa #viral hit x reader #viral hit taehoon #viral hit #wannaeatramyeon

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weirdmarioenemies · 4 months ago

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Name: Ripper

Debut: Metroid

Imagine if there was a guy who loved beetles a lot, thought they were the pinnacle of anatomy, loved almost everything about them, especially the fact that they fly! But this guy hates the WAY they fly. They wish they didn't have to open their beautiful elytra to fly, ruining the impeccable smoothness of the carapace. This guy would be pretty weird. I would disagree. But I have to say they would love Ripper! That is a really long-winded way of saying "Ripper is like a beetle that hovers without using any wings"!

Ripper is like a beetle that hovers without using any wings. That's a cool sort of alien thing to do! But then you see its legs and that's just goofy. It really is just a bug that inexplicably hovers and is nearly invincible. And it's iconic! I admittedly have not played that much Metroid, but I have played the first game (bad) and its remake (awesome), and I could not imagine it without Ripper! It floats lazily and horizontally back and forth, usually in vertical areas, and feels as integral to a Metroid bestiary as a critter that walks around ever surface of a platform.

If you want more proof that Ripper is already perfect, look at Metroid Fusion. In this game, the X Parasite infects many species, mimicking them and giving the copies altered abilities, but the Ripper copies stay the same as the original! Nothing to improve upon here!

Ripper was so great that they made a sequel! This is Ripper II! They were very (rightfully) confident in Ripper being a hit, so confident, in fact, that they made Ripper II in the very same game, before the general public could even give feedback on the original. I'm sure that after the game came out, though, people were sending in fan mail about our favorite horizontal hoverer! Ripper II is faster. Not a Ripper for everyone! Don't adopt it without making sure you can handle it first!

Is this a Ripper? Not quite! This one is a Tripper! It is not called that because it is mean and tries to trip you. It is actually passive, and you can stand on it, and go for a Trip as it flies! What a nice creature.

Last, but certainly not least, is the Winged Ripper! They gave wings to a flying creature! So droll! Very similar principle to the Para-Biddybud, putting wings on top of what may very well be elytra, but in this case it was ALREADY able to fly! Para-Ripper over here is a lot like if you add wings to an entity in Super Mario Maker, because the wings make it fly around a distinct path and even allow it to explore the y-axis. It only appears in one room, where it must be frozen to act as a step for Samus to stand on, so she can reach a giant larva that is ensnared by vines. Awesome! Winged Ripper is truly a one scene wonder, enhanced even further by its similarity to Para-Beetle, everyone's darling!

I don't know why these things are called Rippers. Maybe they would use their chewing beetle mouthparts to really rip into a good leaf if offered one, and have a rip-roaring good time!

#ripper #ripper ii #tripper #winged ripper #metroid #metroid zero mission #metroid enemies #not mario #funky friday #mod chikako

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agent-calivide · 5 months ago

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IEYTD Dates

I’m pretty sure the IEYTD franchise all takes place over the course of like a year, if not a few months, and frankly, I feel so bad for Agent Phoenix. Imagine going through all of that in such a short window of time!

While it’s hard to get exact, precise dates, we can finagle a rough guesstimate out with information in game (my favorite type!)

So, we know that Seat of Power took place on July 30th due to Solaris sending an email basically asking what the everloving fuck was going down on earth that lead to such erratic targeting (it was Phoenix)

And we know that the agent gets on the death engine soon after Seat of Power as Handler is really surprised that the team in decryption already got the intel to them. But we also know there’s a window of a few days between Seat of Power and the Death Engine, as there’s an E-Mail from Professor X-Ray that was sent on August 1st

Now, this would make things messy, as X-Ray is implied to be dead before Seat of Power, but thanks to this being z-mail, we can make an assumption that this was a scheduled email that was written before X-Ray’s death, set up to be sent out when there was a shipment of orange juice to the Death Engine. And, thanks to the juice in the Agent’s shuttle, it’s safe to assume it’s likely August 1st when the Death Engine takes place. It probably isn’t later than that because the orange juice shipment was most likely on the personnel shuttle that was being sent up with Solaris’ assistant. We know she was expecting them because she’s not surprised by their presence, in fact she’s implied to be expecting them in her dialogue.

Then in IEYTD 2, we get a year.

1967.

I’ll be honest, this detail has always bugged me because just because it was carved in that year doesn’t mean it necessarily confirms that’s when IEYTD 2 takes place, but more on that later-

Regardless the year, we get a day confirmation on the clap-board in Safe and Sound, August 22nd

And we know it’s almost certainly the same August thanks to what we know about the EOD.

They don’t have the budget for vacations or real plants or bereavement for the Handlers, so they almost certainly wouldn’t give the agent A YEAR of medical leave. And we also know that there aren’t any missions between the Death Engine and IEYTD 2 because Handler says “we can’t let Zoraxis know you survived your last mission”

Phoenix gets AT MOST 16 days to recover if they arrived at the Death Engine the day that z-mail was sent out on August 1st, and only 15 if it was the 2nd.

Then on to IEYTD 3

Now, the week and day is hard to find, but we do get a license that is implied to be administered at a temporary license in:

1967. The same year as what was written under the desk in Stage Fright in IEYTD 2z

Now, do I have a whole mold math post that basically says it’s 7-15 days on the generous end? Yes. Do I also know that’s shaky evidence? Yes.

BUT, we also have real locations. Many of the locations have set weather that doesn’t have much shifting, but there’s ONE level where the weather shifts greatly from summer to autumn. And that’s in Operation Blindspot!

Reginald says that Prism was lost on the interstate heading across Bering Strait. For those who don’t know (like I didn’t) Bering Strait is in Alaska, where while they have temperate summers, when it gets cold, it gets cold. And fast. On average, Bering Strait’s snowfall starts in September and really takes off in October, so it’s most likely that IEYTD 3 takes place in early to mid September, as while it’s cloudy, there’s no indicators that it’s freezing, something Schell would have put in if they wanted to like in Cold Shoulder.

So the Agent goes from a normal, maybe even rookie agent, to Agent Phoenix, protector of the world and famous EOD agent in the span of approximately 2 months. I do not envy them, that sounds like hell

#i expect you to die #ieytd #agent phoenix #ieytd analysis

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taeraemylove · 8 months ago

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Long distance relationship with Gunwook

It would probably be hard for him because he is a cuddle bug, i feel like y’all would call every night and sometimes fall asleep on FaceTime, he would send daily voice messages for you and pictures cuz he knows you love it, he would check up on you a lot with sweet texts, sometimes he would send you little gifts in the mail like if he found something that reminded him of you, he would write love letters even though you text and call daily and y’all would have virtual movie dates

#zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 scenarios #zb1 x reader #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop #jebewon #zb1 gunwook #gunwook x reader #park gunwook #gunwook #gunwook imagines #gunwook fluff #zerobaseone gunwook

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barbwritesstuff · 11 months ago

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Thicker Than December Update

The update link:

Thicker Than Free Demo

Update info:

As of the 26th of December 2023

Finished Chapter Six

Started work on Chapter Seven (currently incomplete)

Added explicit scene with Freya in Chapter Four

Several bug and spelling fixes

Additional Words: 27,104 (excluding commands)

Total Word Count: 175,440 (excluding commands )

Other links:

Supporting me on KoFi helps ensures my ongoing survival, which I really do appreciate.

You can email me at barbara truelove writes at g mail dot com.

I have a website that I spent actual money on. I'm not sure why, but it's pretty.

If you like the way I write vampires maybe consider checking on the first story in this series, Blood Moon, which is about werewolves and is polished and pretty in a way this very much isn't.

Other free games can be found on my itch.io page.

My ramblings:

Merry Christmas and happy full moon. I really hope, wherever you are in the world, you’re having a great day. I won’t be able to see the moon tonight thanks to a circling storm cloud, but I’m hoping it’ll clear up tomorrow and I can do some stargazing.

I’ve managed to get quite a few words down this month, so I’m really happy about that. Chapter Six is finished, and I’ve started work on Chapter Seven. Chapter Seven is still in the early stages. Depending on your previous choices, it may not even exist yet on certain playthroughs. I’m sorry about that. It’s going to take some time to fill in all the different routes and bring them all together again.

I’ve also gone back to Chapter Four and added some more content in for Freya because several people told me they weren’t really vibing with her romance arc. I’m really glad I did that because I think speeding up her romance route makes a lot of sense and it flows better overall.

I’ve also done a lot of little edits scattered throughout. Nothing super major, but I hope it improves the flow of certain scenes.

On a more technical note: I’ve been having a weird issue with the automatic Choicescript tests in CSIDE. The random_test has been slowing to a crawl and/or freezing. It doesn’t spit out any errors, and the quick_test has been working fine, so I’m really not sure why this has started to happen. It may mean there is an infinite loop error somewhere in Chapter 6 or 7. If so, I haven’t been able to find it. If anyone encounters a page that loads forever but doesn’t show any text, please let me know. The game won’t be able to be submitted to Hosted Games if it can’t pass a random_test, so I really want to sort this out sooner rather than later.

If you spot any other errors, large or small, I’d be really grateful if you could let me know. Thicker Than is big enough now that it’s a little unwieldy to navigate, and hard to edit. I’m really grateful to the people who’ve taken the time to send me things which don’t look quite right. It’s so insanely helpful and really encouraging knowing you’re rooting for Thicker Than to succeed.

💙

#thicker than if #vampire #choicescript #interactive fiction #update

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l0vegl0wsinthedark · 1 year ago

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Yours, Always and With Love

Warnings: (implied) MCD, angst

For @longdaytogo 🫡🥲

Dear "Mycroft",

I think I've finally figured out who you are. And I think it is bloody bollocking funny that I ended up with you as my pen pal. Are you really in the States? Merlin, I want to know what they think of you over there.

And you're wrong. There are people who miss you where you used to live.

You fucked up my nose,

I don't know who you think I am, but I'm not that person. You're not always right. You're can't be all good. People like you don't survive for long. I'm nothing like you and even I barely made it. You think you're special but you're just another fool like me. Find a new life like I did. Your government does not deserve your loyalty.

You deserved it for spying on me,

D. Mycroft

Malfoy.

I don't do what I do out of a sense of loyalty. I do it because I want to be of some use. I'm definitely not all good and am most certainly a fool, you're right.

People keep writing about my bravery. They don't know I fake it. They don't know how afraid I am all the time. If I were less afraid, I'd find that new life.

Dear Potter,

I think I might enjoy tales of your masked cowardice. Write some down and send them along with your next letter.

You do what you do because you were brainwashed into thinking that it is your purpose in life. It is decidedly not, I assure you.

Fake it one more time and find that new life. You'll thank me for it. And maybe you'll stop whinging about your crooked nose.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy.

Dear Malfoy,

Is my nose actually crooked because Hermione insists it's not, and Ron always starts talking about Ludo Bagman's nose? Needless to say, they're not very convincing. I now know why my dates never owl me back.

Speaking of which, I've had help throughout all of my many celebrated adventures. Perhaps if I had help (read: company) I might actually go start that new life. Find a new name too, maybe, while retaining my real initials of course. I'd hate to have to change my signature.

What do you think fits well with "HP"?

Best,

Harry

Dear Hideous Pumpkin,

I think your dates might owl you back if you shaved that scraggly beard off and found new glasses. You look like an expensively dressed homeless person in all your press photos.

We have a way of finding what we seek, I think. Three weeks ago, all I really wanted was to make a connection. Now I'm writing this one prat every other day and it feels quite fulfilling, rather.

You do have company. Look closer.

Best,

Draco M

Malfoy,

Sorry about the late reply. Work-related rubbish that you're probably not interested in.

I actually have been considering new frames. Do you think I should get bedazzled ones? I think they're in vogue now. They might help bring out my eyes or something.

It's a funny thing: connection. Kind of unpredictable where one might find 'em, right? I think I'm glad the pen pal agency connected me to you. It's definitely a fulfilling connection.

I'm writing this at 3am right before I run into work and get assigned a new mission. I'll be undercover and incognito so receiving/sending mail won't be possible, so I'll respond next when I'm back home. To make up for it, I've written down some of my earliest memories of my life in the cupboard and how I once locked my cousin in there. Go nuts and I hope you pull something as you laugh at me, you prat.

I'll be thinking of you.

Harry

Dear Potter,

I enjoyed your little collection of memories. You really were always an idiot, I've learnt. I don't know what on earth possessed you to believe that any of it would make me laugh, though. You rightfully blame me for a crooked nose but you don't think to unapologetically ruin the people who stomped on you like a bug when you were a baby and then proceeded to keep you under their boot until you were eleven?

I'm flying to England on the 24th. I'll be staying at the Ritz, London. If you're back from your mission and you're well, ring me at the hotel and ask for D. Mycroft. We'll have dinner or something. My treat.

I truly despise your job. I don't like the idea of you cut off from me the world like that.

I hope to see you soon.

Draco

Potter, I'm writing only because it would be incredibly rude of me to leave without telling you. I don't know what you think of me after last night. I might have asked you, if you'd been here when I woke up.

I'm sorry.

Malfoy

Draco, you absolute fucking idiot.

You write to me instead of ringing me on the number I gave you? And then I stroll into the fucking Ritz clutching sausage rolls and shitty coffee and the receptionist has to politely insist that I bugger off because "Mr. Mycroft has checked out already"?!

TEXT ME with your phone number and address. I'll book the next available flight to you.

You fucking idiot oh my god.

Harry

Dear Hideous Pumpkin Head,

You left three of your socks here and none match. Also, I know we only just hung up but I still wanted to write because somehow it's harder to insult you when I'm in front of you or listening to your voice.

My sheets stink of you. I'm never leaving this bed, I think.

Draco

Draco. Can't call. Destroy your phone and SIM. Stay within wards. Don't lose sight of your wand.

I will contact you as soon as possible. I am so fucking sorry. My god please be safe I am so sorry.

I love you.

Harry

Harry,

Did I really need to get a new owl? I'm perfectly safe and I am not afraid. Not anymore. Not when I have you.

I'm hoping that when you write me back, it will be to tell me that you've handed in your notice. The new flat here is enormous and it feels empty without you. Tell me when you'll be shipping your stuff and I'll make arrangements to have them brought here.

I can't wait.

Love,

Draco

Harry, why won't you answer your stupid phone? Honestly, I'm tempted to write to the Ministry right now, if only I hadn't spent the last fifteen years wiping away all traces of my existence. How's the notice period going? Have you started packing yet? It's very, very quiet here and it's unsettling. I may end up getting a talking bird and it'll be your fault.

Please call me.

Love,

Draco

Harry your phone is turned off and I can't think why and I am writing separately to Granger as well. If I don't hear from either of you in three days, I'm coming back there and I don't care about fucking dark wizards. I'M a dark wizard, as I was reminded often. We'll fight them off together.

Please I can't bear this respond.

Draco

Granger says you went missing eleven days ago. I don't care if you're undercover. My owl won't come back without finding you first.

Dear Harry,

Today I woke up and looked out the window and it was snowing. Almost Christmas already! That night at the Ritz you talked about your horrifying Christmas experiences as a child and I vowed to rectify that as soon as I'm able.

I've hung up twenty-two stockings, my darling, and they all have your name on it. I have a list of things I think you'd have loved and I'm going to find them all and stuff those stockings until they're bursting.

I'm getting our tree today. You said you'd always wanted a real one. I wish you were here so we could decorate it together. I hate ladders.

I keep thinking about I can't believe it's been six months alre I want you here I can't pretend anymore Please come take me away with you

I miss you. Every second of every minute, I miss you. I love you more with each passing day. I want you to come back Harry plea

Yours, always and with love,

Draco

#i did it i lost my mcd virginity #I feel so exposed don't look at me #longy made me do it #everyone blame longy #my writing #drarry microfic #cw: mcd

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pyromegalomaniac · 2 years ago

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You can not tell me Wally won’t be a real bro for his friends if he found out reader has a crush on a certain someone.

Like Wally catch reader staring at someone for a long time with a soft smile on their face and Wally like “you like them don’t you”

And right there Wally turning into reader’s and his friend’s wing man

“Hey that friend there , they love home baked goods”

“Oh yeah random fact reader loves this color “

Wally just trying to play matchmaker

Ooooh, anon! This idea!! So very!! I like wingman Wally very much... I hadn't even thought of this!! Just one of the perks of doing these requests, you get so many fan interpretations and headcanons and whatnot... here's your headcanons anon!! Enjoy!!

(♡˙︶˙♡)

Welcome Home x Reader + Wingman/Matchmaker Wally Headcanons🏠☀️🛼🦴🍪🐛📨🦋🍎

Sally☀️

Wally suggesting you be cast as the lead in her plays

Trying to subconsciously convince her to do a romantic play

Setting you up on a stargazing date

Suggesting you write poetry for her

"Hey Sally I think y/n would love to hear you recite what you've been working on"

One day while you three were all outside a sudden burst of rain came down and Wally kinda ran off (he hates getting wet) but he noticed you and Sally still having fun while he was cowering under a tree or something

Julie🛼

Playing games together

Drawing with sidewalk chalk

Wally inviting you both over for a sleepover and rushing off to go do things like make popcorn to leave you alone

Probably brushing each others' hair at said sleepover

"I bet y/n can't beat you in this game"

Barnaby🦴

"Y/n likes x hotdog toppings, don't you, y/n?"

"Y/n's favorite kind of joke is x type. You should tell them some of those!"

Lounging around together

Falling asleep in a nice warm pile

Waking up and wondering where Wally went

Oh well... sleeping with Barnaby is cozy and now you have him all to yourself

Poppy🍪

Baking together

Wally telling her how brave you are

"Y/n's favorite type of baked good is x, why don't we make them some?"

Making cookies in cute shapes

Poppy getting anxious about something and Wally suggesting she ask you for advice

Howdy🐛

Hanging out with Wally and he suddenly remembers he's out of something, so he asks to visit the bugdega

Wally asking you to pick something up for him at the bugdega

Howdy mentioning it getting tough to work all day by himself so Wally suggests he ask you for help next time you come in

Eddie📨

Wally sending you mail so Eddie has an excuse to go to your house

Eddie eventually recognizing your handwriting and stamps

"Why don't you write a letter to Eddie"

"Oh, you said you've been to x place, haven't you? Y/n has been there too"

Doing crafts together and Wally purposefully holding back his art skills so Eddie will like yours

Frank🦋

Wally suggesting the same books to you both

"Y/n's favorite bug is x"

Lowkey trying to be annoying so he'll think you're better to hang out with (this may or may not work)

"Y/n had a question about this... why don't you meet them to discuss it?"

Looking at the buggies together (Wally would probably disappear like the Barnaby hcs)

Wally🍎

He'd be the last one to notice you having a crush on him

Thinking you need someone nice to be with and trying out each possibility in his head

Really wondering why no one seems to be a good match (everyone else can see the obvious crush you have)

Eventually you'd tell him or he'd figure it out and be like

"...Oohhhhhhhhh. I like you too y/n!"

Those are the headcanons I came up with! Hope you like them anon, thanks for requesting them!! They were fun to do!! I look forward to doing more in the future!! Much love!!

ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

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