#kk*

[weaselishmcdiesel]

the lovers ever

[breadbox-draws]

a years-old draft that i finally got around to polishing up, joke courtesy of a friend of mine, Bofa

[luvzpagie]

glitter lipgloss

you heard the front door of your apartment open, and your girlfriend’s voice rang through the house

“baby?” she yelled in curiosity to where you were at. “i’m in the bathroom!”, finishing up your makeup you did out of boredom.

you had just did your lip combo ending it with a glittery lipgloss. kk walked in looking you up and down, “you look so pretty baby” in a goofy tone, biting the tip of her finger. iykyk.

“thank you” you said giggling a little. she pulled you closer, hands immediately landing on your ass.

she leaned in trying to giving a kiss but you moved back not wanting to mess up your freshly done lips, “girl i know you ain’t just swerve my kiss” kk rolled her eyes.

“ you’re not about to mess up my lipgloss” you retorted back. she gripped your jaw gently.

“kamorea i swear if you kiss me-“

“girl boo” kk said sassily cutting you off. she leaned in to kiss you again this time you let her, her hand cupping and gripping your ass. you couldn’t resist her for too long.

once you pulled away, your lipgloss was smeared and all on kk’s lips.

you laughed at the fact that basically all ur lipgloss was on her.

she looked in the mirror, doing the most sassy shit everr.

“ouu i look good baby” she flipped her twist back, while she stuck her tongue out.

“not better den how it look on me”

“you such a hater, mad cause it look better on me” your girlfriend said smacking her mouth. again iykyk.

you just rolled eyes, shaking your head at how much of a sass fest this girl was.

an idea popped in your head. “baby you should let me do your makeup” you said excited.

“no ma’am! ”

“but whyyy” you whined.

“because no”

“but-“

“no bye” kk said putting her hand in your face.

“whatever” you walked out of the bathroom rolling your eyes, and crossing your arms.

❦.

- TOLD YALL I WAS FINNA WRITE ABOUT HER, anywho this was hella short but cuteee.

hope yall enjoyed. PLEASE give feedback !

[patscorner]

one shot idea ! kk always liked y/n but was always nervous to make move so she sneakily starts leaving flowers in y/ns locker 🙈🙏🏽

yes ma'am🫡

Locker Of Petals

Summary: see request

wc: 1802

Pairing: kk arnold x teammate!reader

Contains: kissing, wingman Paige, angst if you squint

(first time writing for wcbb, cut me some slack)

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Kamorea doesn’t know when she knew she fell. She didn’t know when she started to notice the little things, like the way the jersey hugged your torso or the way she’d catch herself staring at your arms a little too long. Maybe it was the way your presence lit up every room you walked in or the way she’d catch herself looking for you at parties, praying you’d show up.

KK didn’t know if you felt it, but she had a hunch. From the way she’d look for you and already find you looking at her, to the way you seemed brighter around her, how your eyes lit up when she saw you. She seemed to convince herself that you were straight, even though she never asked, and you’d never mentioned anything about dating anyone.

But she knew she’d fallen and hard. Every single thought she had contained a bit of you. Whether she was eating dinner with her family or she was driving to practice, she was always thinking about you. And with you, she was even more of a mess, stumbling on her words, struggling to maintain eye contact, or messing up her shots because she heard your voice.

But to her, there was nothing she could do because she thought you were straight, as most people did. You were straight passing, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth. Sure, you’d had your fair share of boyfriends, who didn’t hit right, and you’d never felt that spark. But the first girl you’d kissed, you knew you didn’t like men.

KK knew she liked you, and it wasn’t like you hadn’t had your eyes on her either. You’ll admit, you noticed the way her arms flex during warmups, the way you smile extra wide when she’s in her dancing moods, the way you always seemed to navigate to her when you guys were in public settings.

You two weren’t subtle either, the team noticed the tension, often teasing you two or purposely leaving you two alone. The internet noticed too. They had compiled clips of you both staring at each other for a second too long, or being too close and whispering to each other. They noticed how everytime KK was live, you’d either be in the chat, or she’d request you to join, which you never refused. They noticed that after a good shot, or a game winning buzzer beater, you two were the first to make physical contact, hugging, chest bumping, or dapping each other up.

Either way, it didn’t matter because you both were oblivious to the feelings the other felt towards you, stupidly seeing the actions as platonic. It was painful for your teammates to watch, Paige and Nika ear often being talked off by both you and KK. Finally, Paige was fed up.

“Why don’t you just talk to her?” she asked KK. KK scrunched her face and shrugged. “I don’t know if she likes me… or people like me.”

Paige raised her eyebrows. “People like you?” KK sighed. “Yeah, you know…” Paige shook her head. “You’re fucking stupid.”

KK rolled her eyes. “Very fucking helpful, P. Thank you! I feel so much better now!” she spoke sarcastically. Now it was Paige’s turn to roll her eyes. “Come on, bro, if you don’t see she’s gay, you’re the blindest fucker alive.”

“Spell blindest, Paige.” KK scoffed. Paige shook her head but ignored her comment and continued. “You’re missing the point, KK. Ask her, please. For mine and Nika’s sake. If I’m kept up for another night listening to you whine and bitch and complain about it, I will ask her for you.”

KK groaned and fell back on the couch dramatically. “But what if-”

“Do it.”

“P, come on, how do I kn-”

“You don’t. And you’re not gonna find out by sitting here and crying about it.”

KK shook her head, but she knew Paige was right. She was only delaying the inevitable. She was only hurting herself by waiting.

She sighed dramatically. “Fine.”

Paige perked up. “Seriously?” KK rolled her eyes. “I said fine, didn’t I?”

Paige scoffed. “You do not get to give me attitude, I’m helping you out. “Yeah, yeah. How should I do it?” KK asked.

Paige smirked. “Don’t worry, I got an idea.”

Over the weeks, KK found a way to leave your favorite flowers in your locker every day. She’d do it when you were in the bathroom, or she’d sneak into the locker room during practice. Every day, you got a flower, and every day, you grew even more curious about who it could be. You’d asked the team once, but they all denied it. You knew it had to be one of them, but you weren’t interested in confrontation.

Finally, KK grew tired of waiting for you to put the puzzle together, so she decided to give you the missing piece. Her.

It was just another practice for you guys, and you’d gone to your locker to grab your water bottle. You opened your locker and smiled as the flower you’d grown so familiar with fell to your feet. You picked it up and put it on the bench behind you, continuing to rummage through your locker, resuming your search. A voice echoes from behind you, startling you.

“You ever figure out where the flowers were comin’ from?” KK piped up. You jumped, putting your hand on your heart as you turned around to face KK, who was standing near the entrance of the locker room. “Jesus, KK, you scared the shit outta me.”

She chuckled. “Sorry. But, did you?”

You looked at the flower, then back at her and shook your head. “Nah, they’re really sweet, though. I just wish whoever left ‘em would talk to me, y’know. Kinda curious as to what they mean.” You spoke, turning back to your locker.

KK was speechless, stunned by your beauty. Even though you were sweaty and stinky, KK couldn’t help but admire you. Your loose hairs sticking out of your ponytail and your legs veiny from the running you were doing.

You noticed KK’s silence, and turned back to her. You watch as her eyes trail back up your body, until they finally meet your eyes. You both grow warm under the intense eye contact, looking away immediately.

“Sorry.” KK mumbled, rubbing her neck as she walked over to sit on the bench behind you. You shook your head. “It’s okay.” You whisper back, turning around so your back was to the locker.

Silence fills the air as you and KK stare at each other. Finally, you clear your throat, breaking the deafening silence. “So, did you need something?”

KK takes a deep breath. “Uh… yeah, I kinda had to talk to you about something.” You don’t say anything, which gives her the go-ahead to continue.

“Uh, yeah. So I was thinking maybe we could hang out sometime. We could go watch a movie or like, I don’t know, eat dinner, y’know just us, or-or not. We totally could invite the team if you want, like it doesn’t have to be just us if you're not-” You laugh lightly, amused by her flustered state. “KK, calm down. I’d love to go out with you.”

Her eyes lit up. “Really?” You smile. “Yes, really.”

She stands up and gives you a hug, embracing you tightly. You aren’t surprised by this movement, as you and KK often shared intimate, ‘platonic’ hugs. What you were surprised about is that when KK pulled away, she stayed wrapped in your arms, eyes glancing at your lips, then back up at your eyes.

“Can I kiss you now?” she whispers. You smile and nod. “Please.”

And with that, her lips interlock with yours as you sigh into the kiss. You wrap your arms around her neck, deepening the kiss. KK groans as you swipe your tongue against her bottom lip, inciting a make-out, and she places her hands on your waist.

KK pulls you against her as she sits on the bench, placing you on her lap without once breaking the kiss. You moan into her mouth at her actions, your tongues dancing together.

The kiss becomes more heated, but it’s interrupted by a throat clearing. You look up quickly, but KK knows who it is, and she buries her face into the crook of your neck with a groan. You laugh at her reaction, smiling at the blonde grinning widely at you.

“So sorry to interrupt, but I’m glad I did before you guys fucked on the very public team bench.” You laughed nervously as KK lifted her head up and turned to Paige.

“Shut the fuck up. We were not going to fuck, P.” You fake pout. “We weren’t?”

KK eyes widen as they shoot to yours. “Oh! Uhm- I mean we can lat-” “I do NOT wanna hear you guys reschedule your fuck-sesh, as long as it’s not in here, I do not care. Just- talk or whatever and come out so we can start these drills.” and with that Paige closed the door.

You laugh lightly, before getting off of KK’s lap. “I assume that means you’re the one who’s been leaving these flowers?” you say, picking up the flower, playing with it between your fingers.

“What..? Me..? Noooo…” KK says sarcastically, smiling as she stood up in front of you. “Whatever makes you say that?” she says, her voice darkening. She steps towards you, closing the space between you.

You feel your face grow hot as you recognize the lack of distance between you. She’s so close that you could smell her minty breath and even though she was just practicing, she looks so good. It’s undeniable that KK is attractive, anyone with eyes can see that. Her brown skin glistened under the lighting on the court, and her face of concentration was one you could stare at forever.

You looked at her in her eyes and shrugged. “Lucky guess.” Your voice matches hers, laced with seduction. She smiles. “You may be right.” You grin, taking a step so that you’re looking down at her.

You hum lightly, leaning down to peck her lips lightly. KK sighs into the kiss, and you smile at her reaction. She’s whipped. You break the kiss, but instead of pulling away, you rest your forehead on yours.

“Let me take you out.” KK whispers looking in your eyes. You nod before pulling away and closing your locker.

“Okay. Now, let’s go before Paige comes back and yells at us.” You smile, grabbing her hand and leading her out.

KK couldn’t help but feel her face burn. She’s liked you for so long, and finally, she took the leap, and landed head over heels.

All because of your locker of petals.

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taglist: @bueckerslover @wintersstan @breeloveschris

[bearkala]

Miss Kringle&Mr. Nygma

[spikyink]

GET YO ASS UP MF ITS TIME FOR CRIME BABYY

[3rd-world-enby]

Two birds in a gay bar idk

[hideousvampire]

fuck out my paper

[krissemapi]

скетчи

[iskander-tm]

I want to do a comic so I did a quick sketch to understand how I want to do it. 

Also I really really realllllyyyy like work of Mike Mignola and I think it's a good opportunity to study his work

[weaselishmcdiesel]

au where nepeta lives and she and dave crush on kk hard

[plaguedpriest]

would u invite them into ur island

[mikeywayarchive]

mikeyway: @comic_con 2024 is in the books for me! I wanted to take a moment to thank everybody who helped make this one unforgettable. Huge thanks to everyone that took the time to make it to one of my signings. It never goes unappreciated that you waited on a line just to say hello - THANK YOU 🙏. Also big thanks to @darkhorsecomics & @jonrivera80 for helping kick off Christmas 365 in a very special way. And thank you to @idwpublishing for making a boyhood dream of mine come true in being able to write a @tmnt adventure! Here’s to many more comic adventures ahead!

[Jul 28, 2024]

[wyrmwright]

Disco Crossing!

Sets 1-3 also on twitter

[viejospellejos]

[foreingersgod]

Can you write a KK Arnold x femreader when maybe the reader is over working herself in basketball stressing over if she deserves her spot on the team and kk finds out and what she would do??

You’re Enough . KA

pairing: kk arnold x reader

synopsis: you’ve dedicated your life to basketball, but sometimes you get in your own head. luckily, kk is here to help

for my favs ;) @strwb3rryyy @ilovepaigebueckerss

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“FUCK” you yelled into the somewhat empty gymnasium. the echoes of your voice vibrated off the walls, taunting you. the basketball that had just bounced off of the rim, rolling past your feet.

you took a heavy breathe, letting your hands rest on your knees as you bent over. sweat dripped off your forehead and onto the varnished court floor. the beating of your heart slowed as you squeezed your eyes shut in frustration.

recently, you’ve been struggling with your game. the last few games you had played were lost and you couldn’t help but feel like it was your fault. in your mind, you were letting UCONN down. you were a fairly strong player and brought many assets to the team, but this season was tough. your footing was all wrong, your projection was shit, and you were getting pushed around left and right on the court.

the team just had to win the next game or else it was over for you for the season. you vowed to work extra hard, trying to get back to your normal self. you would spend an extra hour before and after practice and do extra training in the gym. plus, you would spend nights like this one, on the court late at night to practice even more.

your girlfriend, KK, noticed your new habits instantly. you were never one to practice more than you needed to because you’d rather be home with her or hanging out with friends. she noticed the way your demeanor had changed, too, how you were sadder and more dismissive than normal. you were rarely spending with her anymore and she found you making up excuses as to why you needed improve. she always made sure to remind you how amazing you were, that you were an important part of the team. but it seemed you didn’t believe her. it was clear that you were overworking yourself.

a sentimental sigh sounded from somewhere behind you, followed by a series of dense footsteps. you didn’t need to hear anything else to know who it was. the muscles in your back ached when you stood up to turn around.

“baby” you heard kk’s smooth voice “you need to take a break”

she looked at your angry state, taking note of your flushed face and tired eyes. you looked a mess, beautiful to her still, but worn out nonetheless. you planted your hands on your hips, chest still heaving to catch your breathe as she sauntered over to you. her expression was littered with concern, lips tugging downward into a frown.

“i can’t” you sniffled, feeling like you were about to cry. before kk could reach you-you knew that she would most definitely convince you to stop if she got her hands on you-you strutted over to the sideline where your water bottle and bag sat “i gotta get ready for the game next week”

“i know, but we’ve got practices all week, ok? it’s like 11 pm, we should be in bed right now”

“s’not enough” water dribbled down the sides of your mouth as you took a drink of water, eyeing your girlfriend as she continued to walk closer to you “i’ve been playing like shit, i’ve got to get better”

“you’re not playing like shit, ok yo-”

you felt her warm, calloused hand on your shoulder trying to comfort you, but you wouldn’t hear it. you knew the actuality of it all. this season was bad and you were an equally bad player. if you didn’t work harder, you wouldn’t have a spot on the team anymore.

“no, kamorea, i am”

her full name? oh this was serious.

“i haven’t been helpful at all these past few games. i know it, you know, everyone knows it. i can’t make a shot to save my life and i’m practically throwing the game away”

“that’s not true” she tried to diffuse the situation, knowing you were caught up in your own head “you’re one of the best players on the team, YN. just because you’ve had a rough few weeks doesn’t mean you’re a shitty player”

“but it’s not just a few weeks, it’s the whole fucking season. with how i’ve been playing? i don’t deserve a spot on the team at all”

“babe” she scoffed sadly. she couldn’t believe you had actually said that…and meant it, too “you don’t really believe that do you?”

the early stages of tears pricked your eyes, threatening to spill as the emotion started to build up. it had been bothering you for a long time and you thought you had this all under control. just work harder and be better and everything would be ok. but the obsessive idea that you weren’t good enough ate away at the back of your mind. now you were being forced to confront it, having to deal with the consequences.

“yea i mean,” you choked back a sob causing kk to become quite alarmed and close the space between you two for good. her arms guided you into her chest, squeezing tightly around you waist and rubbing your back sympathetically “i just feel like i’m never going to be good enough for the team”

you buried your face into her long sleeve shirt, tears soaking into the fabric as you finally let yourself cry fully. your whole body shook with sobs, kk still caressing you gently. she jutted out her chin to let it rest on the top of your head, tucking your head under her jaw to keep you closer.

“hey, hey” she cooed into your ear, running a hand through your hair “it’s ok, just breathe, it’s gonna be ok”

the gym was entirely still silent, your quieting hiccups being the exception. kk held you closely in the hug until she heard you fall silent. you pulled away from the hug slightly, giving yourself room to brush hair out of your face and calm down. she looked down at you, hands coming up to your face and cupping your cheeks. her thumbs brushed under your eyes to wipe away any stray tears.

“i’m sorry” you huffed. you were mad at yourself for letting this get out of hand

“don’t be” she shook her head “don’t ever feel sorry for something like this, ok? i know you’ve been struggling this season, but i promise you it’s nothing. every player knows what you’re going through and understands what you’re feeling. but i’m begging you, please know that you have every right to be on this team. you’re resilient, you’re smart, you’re fast, you’re everything we need in a teammate. and if you can’t see it, just know i do. please don’t be so hard on yourself, you’re doing amazing”

your heart pounded, seeing the way she looked at you with so much adoration and care. kk always knew what to say, especially when you needed it the most. you were so lucky to have her in your life.

“i don’t deserve you, you know that?” is all you managed to say, thoughts of inadequacy already ideas of the past.

that made her grin, taking your hands into hers “you do, you deserve that and so much more. i love you so much”

“i love you even more” you leaned in to kiss her cheek.

“impossible” she mumbled, catching you in a real kiss before you pulled away “but can we leave now? i’m tired”

you chuckled, rolling your eyes, but nodding in agreement. this entire night had you exhausted too. so you grabbed your stuff, slinging your bag over your shoulder as the two of you walked out the gym and to kk’s car. her arm kept a firm position on your hip, a sweet reminder that she was always there for you.

what would you do without her?