#OH it it's in writing.. you'll probably hear about the other boys too! the ones not yet revealed!

[pettydollie]

♡.˚ ୨୧ ｡˚ ♡.˚ eyes wide open

♡ summary: doing a bikini car wash was a lot easier than expected.. until your crush shows up ♡ warnings/notes: suggestive, matt sturniolo x reader, reader & matt are in hs, cursing, NOT PROOF READ! ♡ wc: 936

you finished writing "CAR WASH FOR CHARITY" on your cardboard sign, putting the cap on the sharpie. the sun shines directly onto you and a small group of your girlfriends from school. one of your teachers encouraged everyone to find ways to gain money to donate to any charity of the school's choosing for extra credit in his class. so you and your group of friends decided a bikini car wash would be best.

"okay, donee!" you notify the girls while adjusting your pink bikini top. "oh god, it's already so hot." a girl fanned herself with her hand with sweat starting to moisten her very exposed body. you chuckle before reaching into your tiny purse that sat on your friend's car hood and pulling out lipgloss. seeing someone pull up, you quickly swipe a decent amount on your lips and grabbing the sponges.

everyone decided you should be the one to greet the customers since you were obviously the sweetest girl there. you strut up to the driver's side, your tits bouncing as you walk. the driver rolls down his window and you recognize him to be someone from your school. "hiya, jeremiah!" you wave with an inviting smile spread across your face, also nodding towards his friend in the passenger seat. he shamelessly eyes you up and down, not bothering to refrain himself. his buddy hits his arm, shaking his head with widened eyes. "shut up, i'm paying for this shit, may as well enjoy it."

about two hours have gone by, but thankfully it's still early! you girls sat on each others cars for your lunch break, munching and discussing the people who've come by. "yuck, that guy was seriously messed up, probably drunk." a girl scrunched up her nose. your close friend's eyes brightened, turning to you unexpectantly. "on a completely unrelated note, matt told nate who told jason who told madi who told me that he's coming by in the afternoon!" she squeals, shaking your arm excitedly. the other girls gasp and join in on the squealing, hyping you up.

a small smile creeps onto your lips, however, you're insanely nervous. your once silly little crush had fully blossomed into large and heavy feelings for the boy. last year, you would've probably jumped for joy and stripped naked so he'd notice you. you remind yourself that this is for a good cause and for your extra credit. this is fine!

you wipe the sweat dripping from your neck when you hear an engine running. you turn around and see the vehicle your friends were just talking about. how very cliche. you throw the rest of your lunch out, walking up to the window.

the face you'll never get tired of looking at blinks back at you once the window was halfway rolled down. "hey, n/n."

you smile toothily, "heyy matt! hi chris." you greet and the boy waves back with a smug grin. you hold your hands behind your back, lightly swinging back and forth. "i didn't know you guys were coming..!"

matt rolls his eyes. "fuckin' chris wanted to come." chris shoves his arm before muttering something under his breath with a sly smirk on his face. the boy scoffs in return, turning back to you. "we'll take the deluxe." he hands you the money and with that, you call over the girls.

like the other customers, your friends didn't hold back on rubbing their tits against the windows, but this time it was different. because unlike the other guys, matt's eyes didn't scan every single inch of their bodies. you nervously scrub the car as you try to avert his gaze on you. under normal circumstances, you probably would've kept from showing off your body to matt. you were too shy for that, anyhow. you still feel nervous, and even more so as bold thoughts flood your brain. ehhh fuck it, why not?

you confidently bring the sponge off the vehicle, raising it just under your neck. you squeeze it, bubbles and soapy liquid gushing out and trickling down the valley of your breasts. matt watches it fall to your stomach and down your thighs. he swallows, looking away before he gets hard-- that'd be embarrassing. but you're embarrassed too, you immediately regret your bold decision. especially when some of the girls cheer you on. matt looks back up, still looking at you. you bite your lip, moving closer to the car to finish cleaning.

once the car is fully rinsed, matt hands you a tip of $20. your eyes widen. "oh wow!" you giggle, bouncing on your heels, your tits jiggling. (matt has to clear his throat and look away). "thanks so much! so, um.. i'll see you around." you innocently smile as if you're not standing in front of him showing off most of your body. matt almost wishes he could stay just to keep watch of you so nobody tries anything with a sweet girl like you. "ooorrr.. you can stay. only if you want!" you exclaim, biting the inside of your cheek shyly. he chuckles in response, bringing up a finger. he motions towards himself for you to come closer. you lean down, head slightly peeking in the open window.

"lemme drop of chris, babe. i'll be back." he kisses your cheek with pink cheeks before winking and putting the car in reverse. you nod, bewildered and your mouth a little open. you step back and wave to chris whose clapping and you hear him say, "damnn, when did you grow a pair??" matt rolls his eyes and smiles at you before pulling out.

shitty ending mb :C tags! <3 (mentioning @emmastvrn bc u commented on the post hehe) @sturn777 @stargirlsturniololover @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee @freshsturns @emma4eva @r6diosturns @matthasmywholeheart @donthugmeimhot @blahbel668

#𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸 #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader

[elixrr]

ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ☆ ɢᴇɴꜱʜɪɴ ᴍᴇɴ

ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴡ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜ.

ꜰᴛ. Genshin men (via alphabet)

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Movie nights with the modern genshin boys <3

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Headcanons! I love! Headcanons!! I'm writing this before I write for any other character so.. I hope I have enough tags available for everyone 💔💔

☆ ALBEDO ☆

— Albedo would usually watch something more educational, but when you're with him, he's open to most things. Usually, when the movie's not too dramatic or action based, he'll lean onto the arm of the couch and let you lean on him. It's basically the same when it's action based and/or dramatic, even with horror movies, because no matter how gorey it gets, Albedo would remain unphased. He'd let you hug him if need be, though.

Educational, though? Lay your head on his shoulder and fall asleep if you want, but he's taking notes.

☆ ALHAITHAM ☆

— Unphased by any movie, but amused by your reactions and/or commentary. He physically could not care less about the movie. Sometimes, it's interesting, but most of the time, his eyes are on you, his phone, or a book. He would only mildly care if it was My Little Pony or something, but other than that, he doesn't care. Alhaitham would only agree simply because you're cute when you're invested. Especially with horror films. When you're scared, he just loves to tease you.

He'd let you hold him most of the time, but when he feels a jumpscare coming up, he'll "leave for the bathroom," but just secretly watch your face when it comes up, internally laughing if you jump at the sight.

☆ AYATO ☆

— Please, he would be all over dramas. Ayato already loves watching people's faces as he pulls the strings, but to see other people do so and see the result of their actions with so much drama at detail? It's delightful and heavenly. He wouldn't be super straightforward with it, but he'll definitely chuckle or smile deviously when he sees a plan in action. Still, sometimes he'll turn his eyes away from the television and look at you, especially when you're invested.

Immediately, he'll tell you to put your arms around him and cuddle with him while you both watch the movie or series. It's a very comfortable way for him to enjoy the television tension, all the while enjoying and basking in your presence.

☆ BAIZHU ☆

— In all absolute, pure honesty, I don't know what he'd be into. Baizhu would definitely watch whatever you put on, but he'll probably like watching dramas or movies with some sort of injury or medical condition because he'll definitely make comments on the things that the character(s) do. He'd probably spontaneously sit down and turn on the TV to watch something he found interesting and then invite you to join him, though you'd probably invite yourself in anyway.

By the way, you'll probably fall asleep mid-movie, especially if it's a documentary, but that's because his voice is extra soothing when he makes comments. It sort of... puts you to sleep? Oh well. Nice voice :)

☆ BENNETT ☆

— He's so invested! It's adorable <3

Whenever Bennett hears the words "movie night," his reaction is akin to that of a dog's when they see a treat. He'll cheer, yipee, and then he'll hop onto the couch, excited for the movie and to snuggle up with you. He really liked action movies, and while he doesn't mind romance or dramas, he'd prefer if it was more intense.

Still, don't let him near horror movies. He'd absolutely crumble just watching one. Bennett would cling to you and nearly begin to cry when— of course, mid jumpscare, thunder strikes outside, and the lights go out. Good luck out there, because you'll have a terrified, teary Bennett clinging to your arm as you both try to find a way to fix the issue.

☆ CHILDE ☆

— I feel like... when Childe sees a cool move in an action movie, he would immediately tries to replicate it, but add 10x more pizazz. He would also critique how someone uses weapons or how someone fights. Other than that, he's just there to sit down, lay down, and hug his love to death! Childe would be very unphased when seeing any gore, heavy or not. But when he watches a Pixar of Disney film that's wholesome and has the most bittersweet, tearful ending, he might start crying. He'd play it cocky, acting like he doesn't care, but at the end, he'll go quiet because there's a little tear trickling down his cheek.

He'll never admit defeat, though. No way he's cried to these movies more than you have!

☆ CHONGYUN ☆

— He does enjoy movies, but he does explicitly ask that they're not on super interesting topics or that they're not too exciting. Otherwise, he'll literally lose himself. This also includes horror films that feature ghosts. Chongyun still remembers when he'd watch little childish cartoons as a kid, of course, before he started training to be an exorcist. He would watch simple little children's shows, and once his friends came over— only to see Chongyun running around and getting all ecstatic whenever he would answer a question right from the cartoon.

Once, you wanted to tease him, so you had Chongyun close his eyes as you selected one of his old favorites. He'll open his eyes to see the character that he once deemed as his superhero. Chongyun hasn't ever let you near the remote after that.

☆ CYNO ☆

— He's definitely going to sleep through movies. No matter how interesting or intense the plot is, Cyno will always fall asleep during the most important climaxes of the movie. He does his best to stay awake, but because of his job and because of his semi-lack of interest in the movie, he's drifting off anyway.

Sometimes, when you're watching a horror film with Cyno, he'll stay awake to comfort you, but on the occasion where he doesn't, have fun fending for yourself. He's not going to wake up 100% if you scream or yell, and the best part? Sometimes Cyno is awake, but he doesn't do anything because you're adorable when you cling to him.

☆ DILUC ☆

— He's chill with anything as long as it's not My Little Pony or any straightforward kids' movies. Actually, Diluc would probably find himself invested in Marvel movies or the batman series. Any action movie would have him sit up, rest his chin atop his hands, and stare intensely at the screen. Diluc nearly starts glaring at it, but you know that it's just his RBF. He would probably have you sit on his lap or something, either that or you just lean your entire body on him, and he'll sit there, unphased.

Also, if you ever watch a horror movie with him, rest assured, Diluc will pause the movie if you get too scared. He'll let you take a break for a bit, get some tea or hot cocoa, and then he'll resume. If you don't want to watch it anymore, he'll advise you to put on music and go into another room because he'd like to finish the movie.

☆ FREMINET ☆

— Freminet would love things from Pixar, Disney, any fantastic fairy-tale or wholesome story. He won't force you to watch if you don't want to, but if you're willing, he'd be so giddy inside. Freminet would never tell you, of course, but if you took your eyes off of the TV and looked at his face, his eyes would glow brighter than the screen.

He'd cuddle with you under blankets and watch the movie, but he'll also be holding Pers close to him when watching, and he'll probably give him a little (gentle) squeeze whenever there's a depressing point in the movie. Oh well, he'll have his best friend Pers and you, his lover, to be there by his side when things get sad. There'll be a happy ending to look forward to anyways, right?

☆ GOROU ☆

— He's really fine with anything, except for horror movies. Trust me, Gorou will lie all he can about his taste in movies, but you'll never miss how his eyes glow when something sweet or wholesome comes up. He doesn't mind action movies and dramas, but when a wholesome moment in the movie shows up, his excitement is parallel to that of a lonely dog finally seeing its owner again. Gorou would let you hold him, and he'd hold you too, and as long as you're into the movie and holding him close, he doesn't care what movie you two watch.

...Until a horror movie starts playing. He says he doesn't care; he swears it. Yet, no matter how many times he tries to convince you that he doesn't care, he'll always shriek at jumpscares. He'd jump at the slightest of scares but scream at bigger ones. Be careful and try not to let your ears explode!

☆ HEIZOU ☆

— True crime. Murder mysteries. Documentaries. No questions asked. Heizou would absolutely research movies and anything interesting when you announce movie night, and he'd find the most appealing thing to watch. If there's nothing interesting that day, which seldom ever happens, he'd just play something dramatic with a lot of action, and he'd hold you close while being super reactive about each scene.

Heizou would be such an English teacher about it. Anything remotely eye-catching or eyebrow-raising would be the highlight of the movie until the next interesting thing happens. If you don't mind, great! If you do, shut him up with kisses. It works every time. Sometimes, it works a little too much...

☆ ITTO ☆

— It's either he watches something super fantastical and wonderful with you, something that pumps him up with pure unicorn energy, or he watches something intriguing... and falls asleep halfway through the movie. Oh, and of course, Itto will always somehow manage to fall asleep on you, regardless of your height. It'd be nice to hold him, but he's too jumpy for that. He fiddles in his seat, gets loud and excited, and to be honest, you're probably all for it. If not, a quick lecture and a kiss will do the trick for a good five minutes or so.

Still, it's wholesome when Itto gets all melted and almost gushy when things get nice in the movie. He wouldn't like romances, but with something like a Pixar movie, he'd definitely start tearing up— albeit he would never admit that. It's also quite peaceful when he's asleep in your arms. You get to finish the movie while he's sound asleep, either on you or shoved to the side of the couch (lovingly).

Oh, also, don't watch horror movies with him. It's all he'll ever be able to think about for the next two weeks.

☆ KAEYA ☆

— Kaeya would watch the movie– he doesn't entirely care what movie, but he'll only watch it to wait for the perfect moments for flirting with / teasing you. That's if the movie isn't too interesting to him, but he likes having an excuse to see your flustered face. Kaeya enjoys seeing your eyes tear from the screen and find their way to him; it's extra amusing to watch.

But he still relishes in your presence. Though he may never show it, being around you makes him feel complete. Kaeya can be real around you, and he can finally let his guard down without a drink or two. He loves movie nights, as they're just an extra excuse to spend some time with you.

☆ KAVEH ☆

— He's such a romantic movie guy. Kaveh wouldn't be too into action-based movies, but he would absolutely love dramas. As long as the plot doesn't suck and it's dramatic— extra points if it's romantic— he will absolutely love it. When cuddling with you and holding you close, he'll be pointing out key information or anything intriguing that happens, or that is said. Something about the drama fuels him, and if he would allow himself to, he'd start kicking his feet around with pure excitement. But he'll control himself. For you.

Anyways, Kaveh and horror movies could go two ways. He'll be cocky at first for both ways, but he might end up terrified, screaming to terrifying things and clinging onto you in fear for his life. But there's the rare chance where he's so invested that he just looks possessed by the movie. He'll sit up straight with both hands on both legs, and he'll just stare blankly at the screen. It somewhat scares you, but he'll snap out of it if you say his name. Albeit he'll revert back to his usual self, terrified of everything after his mini trance.

☆ KAZUHA ☆

— He's so chill; it's unreal. Kazuha would be invested and whatnot, but he wouldn't be super surprised unless there's a huge plot twist. Quick note that he would genuinely be the best cuddler in this list, and if you don't want to be held / hold him, then that's okay, too! At some point, though, he'll let go of you and just watch the movie when it gets really intense, but you can hold him whenever that happens. Kazuha would also have a lot to say about... anything, really. He's big on commentary, but his voice is so soothing that you simply don't care.

Fair warning, though. Should there ever be a sad moment where a character loses their best friend, Kazuha may go quiet, depending on how sad the moment is. If it's dramatic, extra sorrowful, then he will absolutely stay silent until something else catches his mind.

☆ KUNI (WANDERER) ☆

— Kuni would make fun of your movie taste half of the time, especially if he finds them distasteful, so he'll usually pick the movies. He wouldn't automatically cuddle with you, though, and at most, he would let you rest your head on his shoulder, or he would let you hold his hand, but he would not move an INCH during those times. He would also be rather... stony faced when watching movies, except for times he'd gag at romantic scenes or complain about how there's too much gore.

If you fell asleep during a movie, Kuni would watch only a minute or so more to see if it catches his interest, but then he'll pause and turn off the TV to hold you close to him secretly. He thinks you're adorable, and he thinks the movie is irrelevant in comparison to just being with you.

☆ LYNEY ☆

— He'd watch most things, and he'll be extra open to movie genres, as long as he's with you. Lyney wouldn't mind if it bored him because he'll have you to hold and keep him company! What better than to be snuggling with your own lover than... watching a documentary on how paper is made. But whatever, he thinks, he'd take this over children's shows. Also, he'd be really expressive with whatever happens in the movies, like in dramas, he would be shocked at plot twists or suspension build-ups... he would also be quite scared and horror movies that he would find scary.

To be honest, Lyney wouldn't really find most horror movies scary, but when it's on a topic he's somewhat sensitive about, and especially when it's a psychological horror movie, he would be scarred for a few days. No more carefree magician Lyney for the time being, you'd suppose.

☆ NEUVILLETTE ☆

— It's hard to tell what he's into. Neuvillette could like court cases or mysteries, but maybe he would like to watch something that takes his mind off of work. You're well aware that Neuvillette seldom ever gets the chance for a break, so watching something wholesome might be up his alley for relaxing, especially with you. Just be sure he won't cry at super sad scenes; you might have to skim through the movie first. Otherwise, you'll get an upset lover instead of a relaxed one. By the way, he wouldn't, again, be too into horror movies. They're scary, maybe to you, but he's somehow unphased by the terror. He'd only feel for any lives lost at the hands of the antagonist(s).

Anyways, I can't see him being too into cuddles like other people would be, but he wouldn't mind hugs or hand-holding. He'd let you lean on his arm or shoulder if you're tall enough, and maybe when you do, you'll be lucky to feel his tense shoulders relax themselves for once.

☆ THOMA ☆

— Loves loves, loves commentary, but will quiet down when something big happens. Thoma would be expressive. He'll show he's shocked when he's shocked; he'll show his sorrow when there's sorrow. Funnily enough, he won't say much when something wholesome happens in the movie, but he'll definitely smile and/or chuckle at the sweetness.

Just beware: he likes theorizing with murder mysteries / horror movies. If Thoma feels like this or that is gonna happen, he might blurt it out loud. Or maybe if he thinks the ending will go like this or perhaps like that, then that will also be spoiled, too. If you like commentary, great! If you don't, politely kiss him on the cheek and make it known.

☆ TIGHNARI ☆

— He's so critical, it's everything. Unless Tighnari genuinely likes the movie, any flaws in the acting or in the plot that he finds, he will comment on. He almost lectures the screen on how to make the movie better and how to make the plot more effective / attractive for the viewers. He'll even throw in some sarcastic remarks here and there, but when it gets good, it gets good. If you like the movie, he'll shit on it just a little bit, but he won't really care or judge you for it. Just don't force him to watch something like Dora. Otherwise, he won't trust you on movie night selection for a while.

Tighnari isn't crazy about cuddles while watching because most of his attention is focused on the TV, but he doesn't mind romantic gestures like, say, holding his hands, or maybe even running your fingers through his tail, sometimes it gets him to quiet down and just watch the movie. It's soothing, you're soothing, the couch is soothing, and he isn't. Well, for watching movies he isn't.

☆ VENTI ☆

— He's drunk and watching Frozen with you, no questions asked. Venti would absolutely love childrens movies, not just because the plots are near harmless and easy to follow, but because there are usually songs and good sound tracks to them that he could sing along to, and with a breath that smells of wine and a heart full of passion, he will sing: “Let it goooo, let it gooo!! Can't hold it back anymoooore–”

Anyways, when Venti recovers from his fun little goofy private concern, he'll plop back down on the couch and just wrap his entire being around you. He'll hold you so tight, but it's Venti, so you don't mind too much. He'll say a few things here and there, express a few opinions and theories on the movie, but not too much. Just enough that you know he's paying attention to the movie and not just you, but not too much where he bombards you with a little detective hat on his head, and he starts analyzing everything. Not that you would mind, though... Right?

☆ WRIOTHESLEY ☆

— He seems like the type of person to watch things on criminal cases and whatnot, but honestly? Wriothesley's down for anything. He finally has a break, and he wants it to be spent well, so he'll watch whatever you want to watch with him, but he'll always give his second opinion before the actual selection. He doesn't care what genre to be honest, he's really only there because you're watching a movie with him and he gets a good hour or so of time to just cuddle with you while watching something. Just, if you want him to stay awake, listen to his opinions and select something that the both of you would enjoy. Also, don't fall asleep either because he may or may not fall asleep with you, too.

That fact alone is really sweet, considering the things he might have to hear as a prison guard. Wriothesley would hear the inmates sneer at him and insult him either to his face or behind his back, and having to go through that every day as a job can be rough every so often, so just being able to watch something nice with you in his arms is quite the refreshment.

☆ XIAO ☆

— He's not a big movie person, and he's already well picky enough, so be wise with picking movies! Don't watch horror movies with Xiao, but don't watch something too comical or dramatic. Something more mundane may suit him, strangely enough. He's not too big with romance, but something wholesome like a Hallmarks Christmas movie would bring the slightest and most subtle of smiles on his face. Your presence is honestly one of the biggest contributing factors, though.

Xiao would 100% enjoy the movie more if you're expressive. Not over the top where you jump out of the couch every five minutes, but as long as you're not stone faced and you find yourself smiling or tearing up at times, it makes things a little better for him. Your smile is infectious to him, anyway. So, key tip? Smile when something sweet happens, Xiao will glance from the TV to you and see your smile, and his heart will immediately swell with pure adoration.

☆ XINQIU ☆

— He always looks forward to movie night. Not just because he can watch movies and cool films with you, but because he's written and read so many romance novels that he's just trying his best to recreate them. Xinqiu would pick old romantic movies or (occasionally) horror movies whenever he felt like being smooth. Of course, horror movies seldom ever work out because one of you ends up jumping on the other, eyes filled with tears and lips trembling like there's no tomorrow.

It's fun, though. You know Xinqiu well enough that you automatically see through his plans whenever he picks out a movie. You enjoy messing around and "innocently" making him improvise the plan, catching him off guard when you make the first move or do more romantic gestures. Eventually, you'll just kiss him and say that you simply want to watch the movie with him normally, and he'll agree... for the most part.

☆ ZHONGLI ☆

— He's an oldie, old-fashioned with his way of holding you when you're both on the couch, watching whatever films pique your interests. Zhongli's willing to know more about how movies are now, so he'll usually let you pick the movies for the night, and he'll watch the nostalgic, old, heartwarming ones on his own so to not bore you. But if he finds out you're into them, then he'll let himself pick the movies occasionally, and he'll watch them with you. Still, he doesn't watch movies too often. He'd prefer to do things that involve more interaction, but movies can be quite nice.

It'd also be a great idea to not watch any horror movies with him because he's just... stoic. Throughout them. He'll comfort you if you're scared, but he'll wonder why people like horror movies when watching them. Unless it's based on real cases, then he'll be interested. Zhongli will be sure to hold you closer to them, though. It's nice for him to know that you're with him; you love him; you're safe here with him.

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All yours (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**So I got a couple of requests to write about being on holiday with Rúben after he posted some holiday content. And a more specific one involved this sort of fwb situation with some jealousy in the mix that inspired me a lot. And this is what I came up with. I always appreciate any feedback but this time it'd be interesting to know your thoughts since the tone and vibe (not the topic itself completely) of this is similar to a Rúben series I need to continue working on. So it'd be amazing to know how you guys feel about it. Enjoy reading!! ❤️**

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"You're coming with us to our holiday, right?", asked Rúben when you got out of the shower.

"I don't know".

"What do you mean you don't know? You've travelled with us for the last 5 years. Do you have better plans?"

"I just…I don't know if it's the best idea now that…you know".

He got closer to you, smirking. "I might be having memory problems. Now that what?"

"You'll have other problems if you don't remove that annoying smug grin from your ugly face", you said, rolling your eyes and making him laugh.

When you tried to walk towards your closet, he stopped you wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Do you mean", he said, leaving kisses on your neck, "now that we stay in each other's beds instead of the guest rooms during our sleepovers? Because I only see that as a bigger reason for you to be there. I'm sure we'll find a way to have some alone time".

"But this is just something casual, Rúben. You’ve said it many times. What if I cockblock you? Or worse…you cockblock me!"

You noticed his arms holding you tighter for a heartbeat before he let go of you.

"We'll be fine. Please come with us, the boys always want you there. I want you there. You know that".

There was something in his tone that made you stop. Did he sound a bit…sad? But why would he? It’s just the summer holidays.

“Where are you going anyway? Same as always?”

“No, we’re going to Miami”.

He looked at your reaction, knowing you’d wanted to visit Miami for years. That was actually one of the reasons why he suggested that place as an option in the first place.

“I mean…”.

“I’ll send you the info when I finish booking everything”.

“I didn’t say yes, Rúben”.

“You said it with your eyes”.

“Oh yeah? What are my eyes saying now?”, you asked, glaring at him. “Stop smirking! You’re so annoying!”

"We are going to have so much fun!"

"Nothing is going to happen there. No one can know about this…arrangement. Or we'll never hear the end of it".

"Try and be a bit more quiet, then".

He was still laughing when the pillow hit his face and you took that opportunity to go get dressed. And to start planning what to pack for Miami.

                                      **

"I'm so hungover", you said when your little group of friends was waiting at the airport for your flight to the US.

"You sit with Rúben, then. He's probably still hungover too from the celebrations".

"As long as he doesn't puke again…".

"You're all so funny", said Rúben, rolling his eyes. He wasn't hungover but really tired after such a long season.

"You take the window seat. I'll be sleeping most of the time, anyway".

"Ok".

Trying to get comfortable, you started to notice it was a bit chilly on the plane.

"I need my jacket and your brother has my bag. I'll be right back", you said, trying to get up but Rúben stopped you.

"Just wear my hoodie", he took it off and put it in your lap, but instead of taking it you just stared at it. "What?"

"It's just that, wearing your clothes…that’s like couple stuff. And we’re not a couple".

"It's something you've done your entire life. Don't try to make it weird just because we are sleeping together now".

"Rúben!", your eyes widened and you also noticed the man sitting to your left staring at you two.

But he just shrugged and put his headphones on, ready to watch a movie. So you took the hoodie and put it on before trying to fall asleep quickly. But seeing Rúben sitting next to you made it harder to sleep. This whole friends with benefits thing was fun. I mean, it was Rúben you got to sleep with. But it was also…weird. You had always been friends and how were you supposed to go back to just friends once one of you found a partner? And why did that idea feel so wrong right now?

"Can't sleep?", he asked when he looked at you and saw you staring at his movie.

You shook your head, sighing.

"Come here".

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Come closer so you can cuddle me. You'll fall asleep quicker".

"You think so highly of yourself, Dias…".

But you did as he said, moving closer so you could put your arms around his waist and place your head on his chest. His arm was around your shoulder and his hand kept caressing the top of your arm. And even if you were overanalyzing a gesture that was so normal for you two, in just a couple of minutes, you were already sleeping.

                                          **

Sleeping on the plane meant you were ready to enjoy the rest of the day once you landed in Miami. Everyone else just wanted to go to the beach and rest but you were itching to go out to explore the city.

"Come on!! It's so early. Let's go find somewhere to eat and then we can walk around the area".

"I'll go with you".

When Rúben spoke, everyone looked at him and you started to worry about them suspecting something. He was always volunteering to be with you, no matter what you suggested.

"Cool, Rúben can go with you and be your bodyguard for tonight".

"Bodyguard?"

"We aren't going to let you run around all alone in a foreign country…and at night".

"You don't even let me run around my hometown", you muttered, rolling your eyes at how overprotective they all were.

"You are like a little sister to us. We have to protect you. So off you go with big bro Rúben".

Shaking your head, you turned to leave the hotel, noticing Rúben right behind you.

For the first couple of minutes, you two walked in silence. You were too busy staring at your surroundings to say anything. And then you noticed Rúben putting his arm around your shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

"There are some weird guys looking at you".

"Thank you, big brother. What would I do without your protection?"

Rúben didn't find your sarcasm funny and when you were walking past an alley a couple of seconds later, he made you both walk inside it so he could push you against the wall and kiss you.

"I'm not your brother".

"You aren't my boyfriend either".

He shook his head, looking like he wanted to say more but not doing it. "Let's keep walking".

When you got back to the hotel, a part of you was hoping he would ask you to go to his room. Or that he would follow you to yours but he only wished you a goodnight and left you outside of the lift.

That's where you found him and the rest of the gang the next morning.

"Ready for today?"

"What's the plan?", you asked, hoping they didn't just plan on staying at the beach all day.

"Breakfast, beach, sightseeing and night out".

"I love that plan", you said, clapping your hands. "Maybe we can go shopping too".

After you had some breakfast, you moved to the private area of the beach so you could relax on the sunbeds for a couple of hours.

"I need sunscreen on my back!", you said, lifting your arm that held the bottle until someone grabbed it. You didn't even know who did, but when you placed your head on the sunbed, you saw Rúben sitting a couple of sunbeds away from you. So it wasn't him.

You closed your eyes, trying to relax. But anyone who bothered looking at Rúben's face would have noticed the tension in his features. He knew neither his brother nor his friends were interested in you in that way. They really meant it when they said you were like a sister to them. But still, seeing another man's hands on your body filled him with rage. He wanted to be the one putting the cream on your back and shoulders, leaving kisses all over your body while he applied it. But he had to look from afar. And it ruined his mood for the whole day.

By the time you made it to the hotel, you only had 30 minutes to get ready. But you already planned some cute outfits for the nights out so you ended up getting ready in less than half an hour.

"You're wearing that?"

His friend's words made Rúben look up.

"We are not doing this, boys. It's just a dress".

"One of us by your side the whole time, yeah", they joked.

"You'll have to catch me first!", you laughed, running outside of the hotel and making all your friends get up quickly to follow you.

You were so busy looking behind you that you didn't notice someone walking in front of you until you bumped into him.

"Oh my God! Sorry".

"It's ok", he said, holding your arm to steady you. "Are you ok? Were you running away from someone?"

His concern made you smile. And the fact that he was cute didn't hurt. "My friends but as a joke. They are alright…and right there".

"And they are all men".

"Yeah", you laughed. "But they act like little boys most of the time".

When they got to where you, and a stranger, were, they didn't know what to do. It was always hilarious to you how they didn't understand the concept of you talking to other men. You were one of the lads to them, but in moments like that, they realized you weren't a lad.

"We were going to grab a drink at a bar, do you want to come with us?"

"Sure", the guy, Sean, said. And you introduced him to everyone before making your way to the bar.

To say that Rúben wasn't happy would be an understatement. He just kept staring at you and Sean, while you were laughing and dancing. It should be him doing that with you, not a random dude whose last name you didn't even know.

"Another drink? How obvious".

"What are you muttering, grumpy?", asked his brother, who knew more than you and Rúben thought.

"Nothing…but I mean, what's that? The third drink he buys for her? We all know what he's trying to do".

"We are here to avoid that, stop worrying. No one is hurting her while we are around".

"I don't know. Maybe she wants it. Maybe she wants him".

Everyone could hear the bitterness in Rúben's voice.

"When she should want you, right?"

Rúben cleared his throat, not wanting to look at his brother after being so obvious.

"Do you think I don't know about you two?"

That made him look. "How would you…".

"You're not as discreet as you think you are but I get you wanted to keep it a secret so whatever", he shrugged. "What I didn't know was that there was more".

"More?"

"You couldn't be more jealous, Rúben".

"It's just something casual. But she's my friend…".

"No, she's my friend. That's why I'm careful to look her way every once in a while just in case she needs me. You are just looking at him and fantasizing about breaking his nose, probably".

Rúben shook his head and left to go to the bathroom. He just needed to splash some cold water on his face to hopefully get his common sense back. You were just friends with benefits. He didn't get to be jealous.

"Hey, bro".

Of course, it had to be Sean who he found in the bathroom. "Hey! Having a good time?"

"Do you have to ask?", he laughed, and Rúben didn't like that laugh at all. "Your friend is so hot. Is she good in bed too? She has to be, right?"

"How would I know? She's just my friend".

"Right…if my group of friends had a hot chick like her in it, we would all be just friends. Of course".

"What are you insinuating about her?".

Sean didn't realise how much bigger than him Rúben was until they were almost face to face.

"The way you all joke, the way she dresses…and she just invited me to buy her drinks before she even asked my name. Do you want me to believe you haven't all at least tried it once? I know girls like her".

Rúben pushed Sean against the wall, lowering his voice to try to not make a scene. But making sure his voice was menacing enough for Sean to get the message that he could break his nose, like his brother suggested, very easily.

"You don't know her at all. And what you're going to do is go out and excuse yourself and leave. Or you'll regret every word you've said about her…and all the ones you thought but didn't say out loud. Am I clear?"

Sean swallowed and nodded. And Rúben moved back just enough to allow him to leave the bathroom but to also take note of how strong Rúben really was.

He took a couple of deep breaths before going out and when he did, he couldn't believe what he saw. Not only was Sean still there, one of his hands was on your waist and he was whispering things in your ear.

Without saying a word to anyone, he walked towards you two and when Sean saw him, he just smiled.

"You don't want to make a scene here, do you?"

"What are you talking about?", you asked, looking from Sean to Rúben, confused about the whole situation.

"We are leaving", said Rúben, grabbing your hand so you can follow him.

"What? No! Why would I leave? I'm chatting with Sean".

"The guy who calls you a whore the moment you're not around? No, you are coming with me".

"He called her a what?"

All of your friends were now surrounding Sean. But you didn't care about any of them, tired of their overprotective nature towards you. So you let go of Rúben's hand and got out of the bar.

Rúben followed you, worried about your reaction.

"Wait! Stop walking. You're not even going in the right direction!"

"Maybe I'm going in the right direction because I'm going as far away from you as possible!"

"You didn't hear what he said about you. It was disgusting".

"If I want to be with a disgusting guy, it's my problem!"

"Now you're being ridiculous. Should we let you be taken advantage of?"

You finally stopped walking and turned to look at Rúben.

"What do you want from me? You are confusing me so much that my head is fucking spinning! First, you want us to just be fuck buddies and nothing else. Then you act all jealous whenever I talk to a guy but you keep on going out with girls so…how does that work? Do I get to be jealous too? Or it's only you who can?"

Rúben didn't know what to say. Because he was the first one confused by what he felt.

"What is it, Rúben? Because I don't know. And now you do what? Defend my honour? As if you were my boyfriend".

"You didn't hear what he said about you", he repeated, still mad at Sean's words.

"Let me guess. He thinks I'm fucking all of you, right? Like literally every man I meet that finds out I have a group of friends with only men in it", when you saw Rúben's face, you let out a sad laugh. "He was going to be a one-night stand, Rúben. Not my future husband. Who cares what he thinks about me?"

"I do! Hearing him say those things about you…".

"I said it the other day and I'll say it again. Rúben, you aren't my boyfriend. Stop acting like you are".

He swore under his breath when you started to walk again.

"Let's change that, then".

"Change what?"

"Let me be your boyfriend".

This time you stopped walking but feared turning to face him. Those were the words you had been dying to hear since the day you kissed while watching a movie months ago. You expected him to tell you he felt the same way about you. That he had been in love with you for years too. But he just proposed the stupid friends with benefits arrangement. And you said yes because at least you got to have him in some way. But it wasn't enough. You kept pushing him, telling him you weren’t a couple when he acted like your boyfriend. You wanted him to react. And he finally did.

"Don't just say it because you are angry at a dude calling me names, Rúben. You don't get to play with my feelings like that".

"I'm not playing. I thought I was scared of losing you as a friend but…I was just scared of facing my feelings. Of telling you how I felt and seeing you rejecting me".

"How do you feel?"

"I love you. And I know it's not the first time I tell you that but …I don't mean love as a friend. I mean, that too, of course. But I'm also in love with you. And I have been for a while"

He didn't know how to interpret the tears in your eyes. But a hug was always a good option, right?

"I love you too. But I need all of you, Rúben. Not just the little bits I've been getting these past months. It’s all or nothing".

"You have it all. All of it. I'm all yours. And I need you to be mine".

"I already am".

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jealousy, jealousy || Han x Reader

Summary: You and Han have been dancing around your feelings for each other for… a while, if you're being honest. It doesn't help that your self-doubt makes it hard to make any move, that you're mean enough to scare most people away and oh, yeah, that his ex hates your guts. So when the three of you are at a party together and there are drinking games involved, what could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 4.2k

Genres: college AU, friends to lovers

Warnings & Tags: implied past bullying/ostracizing of the reader, jealousy (duh), kissing (rating T on the verge of rating M, so it remains fairly tame), mentioned alcohol, drinking games, self-deprecating narrator, language.

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A/N: this took forever because I was almost done with it when I realized what I'd written didn't work with the theme, so I had to start all over again. This is also my first time writing Han, so I hope you'll enjoy it!

As usual, you hear Jisung before you see him. It's not all that surprising, the boy’s pretty loud, and, if you didn’t have a misanthropic reputation to uphold, you might even admit that you like hearing his laugh when you walk across campus, or when you catch him mid rant as you walk into the cafeteria.

Thing is, it also means that he’s around people, and you don’t… do… people. So, even though seeing him is invariably a highlight in your day, when you hear his voice, you find yourself debating whether you should head in another direction. If you don’t, you’ll have to talk to him, and as a result, them, whoever they are, because it would be weird not to, right, and you’re just not sure you have the energy for that right now.

Or ever.

Today, as isn’t uncommon, you freeze for a second, take a step back, then decide to push on. If anyone noticed that, you probably just looked extremely weird, but it’s likely that no one was paying attention, and so you keep going with a minimal amount of mortification, for now anyway. You might ruminate over it later today, like you will if there’s any hitch in the conversation that's coming, but that’s a problem for 2 a.m. you.

You’re somewhat relieved to find that Jisung’s chatting with Chan and Changbin. You’re not close with them, but you kinda get along with Changbin, and though you find Chan intimidating, your interactions with him so far have been fine, which is high enough of a bar to clear as far as you’re concerned.

Jisung notices you almost immediately, which fills you with pleasant warmth, and he waves at you with a bright smile. You choose to take that as an invitation to come closer and an indication that you wouldn’t be interrupting anything — if it’s not, that’s on him because it was unclear — and make your way over to them.

“On your way to an exam?” Jisung asks you once you’ve reached them.

“Do you think I would make myself late to talk to you?” you reply with a frown.

It makes him laugh. Sometimes it worries you, how funny Jisung seems to find you when you’re being mean. If it was when you’re being a dick to someone else, why not, but to him too? Is he okay?

“I can’t tell if this is you being a good influence on him or not,” Chan says, tilting his head. There’s an amused glint in his eyes too. Okay, that means you’re not doing too bad.

“Are you guys done with classes?” you ask. “Were you heading to the studio?”

“No,” Jisung is quick — maybe a little too quick — to answer. “We were just talking about a track we’re working on.”

Four eyes narrow on him, and Changbin grins.

“Yeah, ‘cause Jisung here’s been feeling all romantic lately, right?”

Jisung throws him a horrified look.

“You’ve been turning in very sappy lyrics lately, hm?” Chan keeps going.

“I’m the draught, you’re rain, I’m paper, you’re a poem, wasn’t it?” Changbin quotes from memory, a wide, shit-eating grin on his face.

“Do you want to die?” Jisung asks, eyes so wide they look like marbles.

The two guys exchange a knowing look, both grinning. It’s not that often they get the drop on Jisung and can tease him, for a change. They obviously find that to be a nice change of pace, but you’re not sure where that leaves you.

Because, okay, you’re not completely clueless. The lyrics could be about you. Jisung’s expressed interest in you before. He’s kissed you. Remains the question of whether that interest was romantic or just sexual.

But the thought that the lyrics are not about you? That he feels that way about another person? It fills your stomach with stones and makes it sink to the bottom of the ocean. Just thinking about it make tears spring to your eyes and you glance to the side to will them to go away.

This is bad. You’re way too far gone. What a fucking dumbass you can be, for someone who’s as academically gifted as you are.

“At least it’s not about cheating, hm?” Jisung says, staring at Chan who seems to find the ground very interesting all of a sudden.

“That’s an uncharitable interpretation of the lyrics,” he mumbles, but he appears quite eager to drop the subject after that. You find that a bit suspicious and you’d kinda like to find out what the golden boy on campus might be trying to hide, but Jisung seems relieved to be able to drop the subject as well.

“Hey,” Jisung says the second the topic’s been let go of, attention snapping to another idea so fast it sometimes makes your head spin, “I’ve been meaning to ask—”

“Oh right,” Changbin says, glancing at his phone, “there’s Sana’s party tonight. You guys coming?”

Jisung pulls a face, but you’re not sure why. It’s not like he doesn’t get regularly interrupted — and it’s not malicious either, it’s just that he, uh, talks a lot. Sometimes people end up cutting him off. In Changbin’s case, you suspect he didn’t even notice.

“I already told her we would,” Chan says, and Jisung’s face gets longer. You suspect he’d completely forgotten about it.

“Are you coming too?” he asks you, a hint of pleading in his voice.

See, even this is a dilemma. Going to a party means you’ll be forced to be in the presence of people who dislike you and who you find fundamentally uninteresting, especially since Seungmin’s been a no-show to most of these now that he’s dating. Even if you go only to see Jisung, you know people will be trying to get his attention all night, and you’ll be lucky if you get to spend ten minutes alone with him before midnight — maybe you’ll get him to yourself for a whole half-hour at around four am though. On top of that, there’s a significant risk that people will talk to him while he’s standing next to you and completely ignore you, and you’ll spend the whole time praying for a hole to open under your feet.

On the other hand, you can’t refuse him anything, and it would be far more devastating to pass on the chance to spend some more time with him.

So you just say “Sure”.

After spending more time on your outfit than you feel comfortable admitting — this isn’t a date, dammit — you show up at the sorority Sana’s a part of. Though your dress feels too short, you’re relieved to feel self-assured on your high heels. Yes, it took practicing walking in them, but it’s paying off in confidence, and it’s a price you’re willing to pay.

People are already there when you arrive, gathered on the porch, filling the house, spilling out on the balconies. You get a few looks, but it’s not like you’re not used to them. At least you’re not pretending that you don’t give a fuck. Many of them don’t like you, and you don’t like them either.

Walking in, you find yourself hesitating. Would it be weird if you just tried to find Jisung right away? Should you try to socialize, spend a few minutes talking to the rare people you know and get along here?

You may not particularly care about what people think, most of the time, but you do care about what he thinks. And the thing is, you know people talk, especially about him, especially since 3racha’s popularity blew up last year. The last thing you want is for him to think that you’re some desperate, embarrassing idiot who’s been misreading—

Enough with the line of thinking. If he’s not interested, he shouldn’t have kissed you. And, okay, the first time was a week after the break-up with his girlfriend, and he was crying, and you don’t think it meant anything to him, but the second time, this summer? It had to have meant something. He wasn’t cruel like that— You didn’t think.

You’re still grateful to make eye contact with Changbin, because it makes things a little easier. You go up to him, exchange a few words, he introduces you to some of the people who’ve flocked to him, they pretend to be interested, and once you decide that you’ve made enough of an impression, you leave them with a polite, though forced, smile.

Finding Jisung isn’t all that hard, you just have to follow the laughter.

You know that he likes his peace and quiet, too, but on a night like that, he’ll be prepared to entertain. Someone else might think that it comes naturally to him, the jokes, the antics, the comedy, but you know better. You know that there’s a surprising amount of work that goes into how good he is at this, how easy he makes it look. You know that, when he’s around you, he’s actually fairly quiet, that he sometimes hangs out on your couch, on his phone, while you’re reading, but pouts if you leave the room.

When you find him, it seems him and the group he’s with are in the middle of some drinking games. You hesitate, again. You recognize some of the girls there as part of the girls’ swimming team, the one whose captain is Jisung’s ex. Who’d hated your guts since first year, independently from Jisung, and then, uh, dependently from Jisung, you’re pretty sure. She was single-handedly responsible for half of campus thinking you were a bitch, a feat that even you find somewhat impressive.

You’d almost respect it, if, you know. It hadn’t made your life hell until you managed to stop giving a fuck.

But Jisung spots you. He always does. You don’t know how he does it, half suspect that he’s on some Spiderman shit, but he finds you in the crowd, and his eyes widen, and his smile brightens, and God, it’s not fair, how he makes you feel when he’s not even yours.

Having Jisung’s undivided attention is— one of the best feelings in the world. Genuinely. He just has a way of making you feel like you matter. It’s a bunch of things he does, one of them being the way he makes people laugh. He always— caters his jokes to the person around him. That means he pays attention, means he remembers, means he cares. That’s already a lot.

“You made it,” he says, a soft edge to his tone, when you reach him. His hand reaches for your arm, pulling you into the circle, then hovers at your elbow, sometimes brushing against your skin. This is another one of the changes that have happened since the summer. He’s more— tactile, and it does all sorts of things to you.

You don’t mind. You don’t mind at all.

“You look good,” he adds, voice low enough that you’re the only one to hear it. You do your best to repress the shiver it sends down your spine.

“Thanks,” you reply, your usually sharp tongue unable to find something to reply.

“Jisung!” some voice calls, and you manage at the last second not to roll your eyes — thank God, ‘cause there’d be hell to pay if you had.

Because it’s Jihyun. Because of course it is. If there’s one thing you can’t take away from her, it’s that she always has impeccable timing. Not for you, naturally, for herself.

If it was just you, you’d be out the door in seconds, leaving the scene before risking any kind of confrontation. Being with Jisung right now means that she won’t directly be a bitch to you, she’s never done it upfront in front of him. She instead goes the passive-agressive route which, bless his precious heart, he basically never picks up on.

You also never spoke about it with him. At first because she was his fucking girlfriend and he clearly adored her, even if there was so much that set them apart, and since then because, well, you’re still afraid you’ll come off as some jealous bitch or he won’t believe you or, worse, take her side. Tell you that you were every bit the bitch she says you are, and that she was right for the shit she put you through.

You only have seconds to brace for impact. But as you compose yourself, not bothering to smile, Jisung’s hand settles on the small of your back.

Which, hmmm, you’d be happy about in pretty much any other circumstances, but right now? Right now it might not be the best thing for you.

“It’s been a while,” she tells Jisung with a stunning smile. “How have you been doing?”

Jisung smiles too, though somewhat tighter. They’re on good terms, from what you’ve heard, but that’s not really something you’ve discussed with him. You force yourself to tune them out quickly, letting your eyes wander in the room. Just being around her makes your chest tighten. You feel on edge, feel the need to watch all of your gestures and anything that leaves your mouth in fear that it will be used against you.

Fuck, you were supposed to be over that.

Whatever Jisung answers, it makes her laugh. She leans forward, puts her hand on his arm. She makes it looks so easy, so natural. Same with how she pushes her hair behind her ear, keeps her voice at the right pitch, even laughs the right way, light and airy. If you tried to flirt the way she does, you’d only embarrass yourself. You'd look delusional. There’d be nothing sexy or attractive about it.

You’re just bad at making people like you.

It’s impossible not to be reminded of the fact that this is who Jisung went for. You don't know if you can go as far as to say she’s his type, but he did choose to date her, and you know how much he cared for her.

With her around right now, it’s really fucking hard to think that he would go for someone like you and that you haven’t been letting yourself get carried away.

On a related note, are you going to have an emotional break down in the middle of the room?

“…and things are looking pretty good for the team, we think we’ll get to the nationals this year,” Jihyun concludes cheerfully.

Wow, that’s impressive! Shouldn’t she be training for that then?

Maybe she has a point. You are a bitch.

“That’s cool,” Jisung says. “Well, it was nice running into you again.”

Her smile falters, just barely, but you don't miss it. She’s good at hiding things, but you’re better at noticing them. Know your enemy and all that.

You’d almost feel bad for her. If you’d had Jisung’s undivided time and attention, and you lost it? Yeah. You don’t know how you’d cope.

But then her eyes light up again, and again, she’s really fucking good at that shit.

“What are you guys playing?” she asks. “I’d love to join.”

You’re not unaware of the way Jisung’s hand closes slightly on your back. As he turns around, he ends up pulling you a little closer to him and your stomach tightens. Less because of his proximity, though obviously that affects you too, and more because you have the sinking feeling that this is about her. Is he— using you to make her jealous?

No. There’s no way. He would never do that.

Right?

“Just some never have I ever for now,” Sana chirps in answer. She gives the three of you a warm smile, and you think she means it. You’ve never gotten shit from her, and that says a lot. Normally you’d argue that people shouldn’t be neutral or anything, but in your case, neutral seems to be too much to ask for, in most cases.

“Alright!” Jihyun grins, lifting her cup as if to signal that she’s ready to enter the game. “Never have I ever… had sex with someone at a party.”

She drinks almost immediately, a cute giggle slipping past her lips, and so do a bunch of other people.

“None of you get close to my room,” Sana warns sternly, and several people laugh.

It’s not until you feel Jisung moving to drink from his cup and catch a glance of his burning red ears that you realize what Jihyun’s point was. With someone else, it might be self-centered to assume you were the intended target. With her, you don’t doubt it a second. Just a little reminder that he used to be hers.

There are a few whistles at Jisung’s attention, but he keeps his eyes down. It doesn’t surprise you that it would make him uncomfortable. It kinda surprises you that she wouldn’t care, though. She’s evil incarnate, but she seemed to care about him, in her own way.

“Aw,” she says, staring straight at you with her sweetest smile, “don’t worry, we’ll find you someone.”

There was a time where that might have upset you, but right now you won’t give her the satisfaction. You let your gaze flicker over her, face-shoes-face, and then glance away with a scoff. It makes you look like a haughty bitch, but, well, you’re already known for being a haughty bitch, so who cares.

Jisung chuckles discreetly next to you. That makes it worth it.

The game goes on without catching much of your interest after that. Jihyun’s sentences remain pointed — either towards Jisung or you, you’re pretty sure, though you doubt anyone notices. At least Jisung doesn’t move away from you for most of it, chin sometimes coming to rest on your shoulder, fingers running gently over your arms, the occasional whispered comment in your ear.

Heat pools in your stomach the whole time, and you’re unable to focus on anything but him. His firm body’s pressed against your back, his proximity overwhelming. You feel that you should drag him away and finally talk about what’s going on between the two of you, but you’re afraid you’ll break the spell if you do.

Eventually, he’s the one who does, peeling himself away from you when Chan shouts from downstairs to get his attention.

It feels cold when he’s gone.

It feels colder when Jihyun’s eyes zero in on you.

Hm. Maybe flight would be the better option right now.

You’re not sure how it happens, but the game shifts not long after Jisung’s left. A bottle appears on the floor, and you tilt your head. Aren’t you all too old for that?

Apparently not, or at least not when so many people are that drunk and giggling at the idea. Soon, some are making out. Others excuse themselves and find a more private spot — Sana reminds everyone that her room should not be that spot, but you’re not sure how efficient that is.

You’re thinking about retreating when you hear someone call your name and again, of course, it’s Jihyun. She gives you a warm smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.

“It’s your turn!”

There’s tension in the air as you just stare. You don’t want to—

“C’mon, it will be fun!”

You shouldn’t care. You shouldn’t care about what she makes you out to be. But in that moment, you’re back to your first-year self who was still trying to fit and figure out how to make people like you.

So you lean forward and spin the bottle.

It takes you less than a second to realize that that was some dumb fucking decision making. You don’t want to kiss anyone here. The idea vaguely nauseates you, actually, but less than the uncomfortable realization that no one here wants to kiss you. You might be seconds away from facing a harsh, unpleasant rejection. That was probably her point, actually. You fold your arms over your chest, but you still feel your shoulders sink. You know you’re unwanted. You don’t need—

The bottle’s grinding to a stop when a hand shoots out to grab it.

You frown, glance up.

And it’s Jisung. He flashes you a bright smile, then winks.

“Wanna make out?”

Jihyun laughs lightly, tells you to ‘go get it’. But even you can see her heart breaking in her eyes.

None of it matters when Jisung strides over to you and takes your hand in his to pull you away. More people than you’d have expected cheer.

He pulls you into some random room, closes it behind him, and then hesitation appears in his eyes when he looks at you.

“We don’t have to— I mean, I wasn’t trying to make you— If you want to go kiss someone else—”

It sounds like he is down to kiss you, and even if you hadn’t wanted to kiss him before that, you think that little knight in a rock band t-shirt moment would have gotten you going anyway. So you shut your brain up, grab him by his t-shirt, and in the stunned silence that follows, an extremely rare occurence with Jisung, you pull him down towards you.

His lips crash against yours, warm and soft, and after the first few seconds of surprise, during which you see him blinking at you with impossibly wide eyes, he kisses you back like he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life. One of his hands comes up to cup your face while the other’s at your waist, squeezing and bringing you closer, not quite daring to make the move to your ass. Yet, anyway.

There’s urgency in the way he tilts his head to get better access to your mouth. Your hands trail from his shirt to his arm, feeling his toned biceps underneath you fingers, and you feel him grin against you.

“Find something you like?” he teases, before kissing you again.

This time his tongue brushes against yours, and a moan escapes you. You could feel self-conscious about it, but you don’t, not with him. If anything, it only seems to spur him on further, and he gets closer, his toned thigh pushing between yours. You feel hot all over, anywhere he touches you set ablaze, and oh, do you want this. One of his hands slides up your leg, hitching your dress higher.

“Have I told you I really like this dress?” he asks, because apparently he can’t shut up even in moments like that.

He doesn’t let you answer though, and again he’s kissing you, making your head spin. You can’t figure out what to focus on. The softness of his lips, the warmth of his mouth, how his hand is slowly making its way higher up your thigh, setting your skin ablaze, probably intentionally teasing you. Whatever it is, you’re melting under his hands. You want more, undeniably so.

He pulls away for just a second, catching his breath. His chest is heaving quickly, his lips swollen, and you can’t help but think that this is your doing, a thought that somehow turns you on even further. Dark, dilated pupils meet yours, and you think you see a desire that mirrors your own. He licks his lips briefly, glances at the bed in the room. Then his eyes meet yours again. He swallows.

“Do you—”

You jump away when someone tries to open the door.

“Is someone in there?”

Shit. Shit.

It’s Sana.

“No one better be in there,” she says threateningly.

You exchange a panicked look. She’s the sweetest person in the world, but you don’t want to cross her.

In a second, Jisung steps away from you and he’s at the window. He opens it, looks out, and then he throws one leg over the edge.

“What are you doing?” you hiss.

“Saving our lives,” he replies very seriously, stepping out fully on what you assume is the roof over the porch. “Come on,” he adds, “I’ll help you out.“

You roll your eyes, walk over to him and close the window, shooing him away with a gesture of the hand. Then you open the door, and though Saya eyes you suspiciously, you think she believes your story about being tired and wanting a rest and not having realized you’d locked the door.

Then you walk downstairs and let yourself fall on a couch, right next to Jisung, who seems to be all pouty that you refused to escape with him. His thigh brushes against yours, and your stomach does a somersault, but neither of you says anything about— well. About the thing you should be talking about. The moment’s passed, and self-doubt is assaulting you all over again.

Still, right now, you’re the person who gets to let your head fall on Jisung’s shoulder, and it’s your hand he intertwines his fingers with.

In that moment, you’re sure that the two of you will be alright eventually. It’s probably going to take a while, ‘cause you’re too much of a coward and Jisung’s— well, you’re not quite sure what his deal is, but there’s definitely something there.

But, eventually, you’ll be alright.

And there is no space in your brain, at that moment, to spare a single thought for Jihyun, because she’s lost him a long time ago.

Even if neither of you seem to be able to admit it, in all the ways that matter, he’s already yours.

okayyy, again, there's kinda Lore there. i don't know if i'll end up writing it, but in case you're wondering, OC was paired with Jihyun for a class during their first year. essentially, Jihyun was pretty busy due to being on the swimming team and other personal stuff. OC ended up constantly doing all the work for the both of them, and sometimes Jihyun would say she'd do stuff and not do it. eventually, after OC was forced to complete stuff in one night and abandoned for a group presentation, there was a nasty altercation with Jihyun and the teacher became aware of the situation, resulting in a bad outcome for Jihyun. lots of people felt that OC was unfair and should have been more understanding, and OC still doesn't know if that was the right thing, but felt used and upset during the situation. Jihyun also vilifies OC when talking about it, a lot, and OC ended up being kinda ostracized after that. so yeah.

if you read all this, uh, thank you, i hope you enjoyed this, it's my first time writing Han and I love him dearly and I hope this works. it would mean the world if you could reblog this, leave a comment or anything like that! as an author, this is really the only way we get to see that our work is appreciated and it's trully what keeps me writing so it's super important :) thank you for reading and i'll see you later for Hyunjin!

#stray kids #han #han jisung #han x reader #han jisung x reader #jisung x reader #stray kids imagine #han imagine #skz imagine #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #han fanfic #han jisung fanfic #candywrites

[willowser]

i am so terribly in the mood to write angst 🥺 like. like maybe. ex-husband bakugou 🥺

not so fresh out of your divorce, but — having a little boy — life with him is so intricately tangled. far too deeply rooted to ever be out of each other's hair. more often than not, he brings your son to his parent's house if he's called in to work, but — sometimes it's after midnight and he doesn't want to have another argument with his mom about how he's working too much. be reminded that this is how he lost you in the first place. mitsuki's disappointment has always stung because she reacts so typically in fury, and this distaste is always whispered and low, serious enough that her reprimands sink to the pit of his stomach.

and sometimes — he just wants to check on you. your house. if there's anything he can bring you or that you need or that he can fix, if you want. sometimes he just wants to hear your voice, and watch the way your lips sound out his name.

"aw," you pout playfully in the doorway despite the puffiness to your eyes, at having been woken up. "my sleepy baby."

your son is knocked out on his dad's shoulder, drooling through the material of his shirt, and you step up to take him but — katsuki doesn't let go. not yet. it leaves you still within close range, rubbing a small hand over the kid's back. there's a residual heat lingering around your body from the blankets you've no doubt been swaddled in, and he imagines you bundled up with his little boy. how close and sweet the two of you will be, after he's gone.

"is that—" you gasp, making a face that has his lips twitching with the urge to smile; instead his frown deepens. "is that a thumb in his mouth?"

a sting starts deep within the sockets of his eyes, and he rolls them, feigning nonchalnce. "he's already pissed 'cause he's congested, so whatever."

it earns him a pleased hum; victorious, in letting the kid indulge his shitty habits. "picking your battles, i see."

and the two of you are left in the shadow of something, cold, despite the stove light deep in the background of your place. finally, your son is passed off, and you cradle him even though he's getting too big to be held like that, but katsuki doesn't say anything. there's a part of him that wants this image to stick for a little while longer. there's a part of him that wants this to hurt.

"do you think you'll be back before the morning?"

"uh," he swallows, knuckling at one of his eyes. "don't know. this shit with half 'n half is—" probably gonna keep him up until the early afternoon, but you'll only worry if he tells you, and you've done that enough.

"okay," you shrug, swaying slowly back and forth as you nestle your cheek in your son's wild blonde hair. "that's fine. i can drop him off with your dad on the way to work, yeah?" all you get is a grunt of affirmation; doesn't seem like he'll avoid the argument with the old hag afterall. "hey, while i have you, i was gonna say—do you wanna come in, or something?"

fuck, if he doesn't want to. how easily he could sink into your couch and your voice, relaxed for the first time in — he doesn't know how long. he is officially A Dad, ready to fall asleep the minute he sits with his head back for even a minute. you'll offer him tea that he won't take, because it'll keep you in the kitchen too long, out of sight.

the soft, safe image of his little family under one roof again makes his stomach churn, and he has to rip himself out of the daydream lest he fall prey to it; he's here for a reason, afterall.

"i gotta—"

"oh, duh," you swing your sleeping little boy gently for emphasis, smile dim in the doorway. "i just wanted to say, if you're gonna be busy, i can plan the birthday party with your mom," a long kiss is pressed to your son's forehead and, minute as it is, katsuki doesn't miss the slight slump of your shoulders. "no big deal."

"no," he says it quick and fails to keep his voice even; when you look up at him, eyebrows raised, katsuki has to take a step back and breathe through his nose. "no, i—you don't hafta' —i just need to send you my schedule, and then we can...figure it out."

"you already have," voice soft, you press the words again into your son. despite them you smile gently, tender. raw. "and i don't remember tonight being on the roster."

so easily could you be hostile. hateful and angry and justified and it would be preferable to this bended knee you've taken; accepting of the life dynamight will always have, even if you're not able to stomach it. if only you could scream and smack him and chastise, then maybe it would be easier to leave.

but instead you just flicker, a light in the dark he'll never reach.

"sorry," is all he can say, teeth grit. the word depresses into his tongue and the weight of it makes him want to gag; he means it now — and every other moment he's failed you in.

you don't press the issue, because you're too kind. "our little baby," another pout works it's way to your lips and katsuki's chest collapses, heart thundering in the cavity he's had to make a home in. alone. "the big 5-0."

he snorts to clear the frog in his throat. "he's gonna be 5, not 50."

"oh," you blink at him owlishly, and then burst into a small fit of laughter that he can't help but to ease at. to yearn for. "i'm half-asleep, you can't hold that against me."

there's a reason he's here; now he's keeping you up and his time has run out, like it always has and always will. the silence that settles between you eats away at him until he is hollow enough to slip away.

you linger in the doorway, watching dutifully as he opens his car door and — katsuki takes one last look at you, another image he wants to last. another image he wants to hurt. sometime in the next 24 hours, when he manages to leave dynamight behind and crawl into his empty bed sheets, this is all he'll think about while chasing after a sleep that isn't so friendly when he's by himself.

hopefully in his dreams, at least, you'll be welcoming him home, instead of bidding him a quiet goodbye yet again.

#BYE CRYING #i want PAIN #akfhejanka #ex husband bakugou i would simply. not be able to handle it. #bakugou drabble #edit to say: i wonder if it bothers him that his parents are still married #lile despite the witch he thinks his mother is — they were able to figure it out #so why couldn't the two of you? 🥺 #cw children #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: dad bakugou #✿ theme: ex husband bakugou

[azulock]

I just want to say I love your writing and love seeing any new posts you make even if they're for characters I don't care about I love reading your version of what a character would like or do! I was wondering if you could do a nsfw hc for a fem reader for hiori? seeing the latest chapter say he's an ultrasadist did something me lmao

Owwwwwwn thaaaank you nonnie! it's an honor knowing you'll read even the characters you don't care about geeez I feel flustered now <3 and oh boy, Hiori the oversharer, like that came out of nowhere bro, you don't just say shit like that. I can imagine the Ubers being able to hear that convo and later at their locker room being like "did you hear that?" "yeah, that was so weird". Besides he scares me, his favorite movie is ready player one, that's a worse red flag than a guy liking fight club 🚩 anyway here we go

hiori yo fem!reader nsfw headcanons

⟳ An ultrasadist by his own description, so better have a safeword in hand you might need it. He is, obviously, a dom. And I really do think for him to ever even think of subbing he'd need a lot of therapy before that. So yeah, it's the sadist dom type, hope your definition of pleasure is some hellraiser shit.

⟳ I don't need to say what type of dom he is right He's going straight for the punishment. Will intentionally make you mess up something he asks you to do just as an excuse, but he doesn't even really requires the excuse. He can be very commanding and vocal about his demands, and even demeaning if he thinks they haven't been met.

⟳ A true sucker for your pain and will do whatever he can to get it. His dick is only a bit above average so it won't stretch out your pussy too much but he can find other ways. Very much into wanting to stretch out your ass, and on making you gag while taking his cock balls deep into your mouth.

⟳ Also very much into toys. Got restraints, eye covers, gags and lots of rope. Candles for wax play and that slight burning sensation. Paddles to make sure you are bruised red. Nipple clamps that he likes tugging on a bit too much. And probably some animal ears and a plug with a tail, cause he is into pet play.

⟳ Likes playing with your clit and pussy aggressively but continuously denying you an orgasm until you've gone completely stupid. Wanna see you go dumb on his cock to the point where you are nonverbal. And even after that you ain't coming so easily. Also into dubcon like intox play and taking pictures of you while you are high and fucked out.

⟳ This twink is a tits man, loves a big fat pair of tits. He likes the sight when he gets you kneeling in front of him. Will have you tied up with your tits pushed together in a nice pretty bra sitting under his desk while he games. This way he can just shove his cock into your mouth when he gets frustrated and watch your tits bounce as you move when he looks dow. Will also have you rubbing your pussy against his foot if you ever hope to get off.

⟳ Wants you as free use, always willing to have him. Sometimes he is gonna fuck you for hours on end, no matter how tired you get. On others he'll just jerk off while watching you do something completely unaware only to show up, bend you down, and shove his cock into you just to cum inside your pussy. Or to cum all over your tits, he probably has a folder on his computer full of photos of you just like that.

#hiori yo x reader #hiori x reader #hiori yo #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bonus: streamer au hiori where he'll have you between his legs when streaming and if you misbehave he calls you a bad girl #when the chat asks he is like 'oh it's just my dog' #hiori the ultrasadist twink

[thechillmage]

ᵗⁱᵗˡᵉ...... the most beautiful girl

ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ...... 𝐘/𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝.

ᴾᴬᴿᵀ ᵀᵂᴼ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵟᵁᴵᴱᵀ ˢᴸᵞᵀᴴᴱᴿᴵᴺ

"I am still disappointed in you for going to the ball with a blood traitor. Out of all the pureblood boys, you picked a redhead." her mother said, and Y/n replied, "Mother, he was the only gentleman that I came across. Every pureblood boy from Slytherin didn't even care to ask me. They just demanded that I go with them, and I said no." And with that, her mother nodded and decided to go quiet. Y/n was jumping out of happiness in her mind because she shouldn't show that much happiness in front of her mother. They were shopping for a ball gown, but Y/n didn't like any of them. They were pretty but just not what Y/n wanted. After spending the whole day in shops, her mother decided to go home. "Since neither of the dresses you tried on are perfect, I will get you a custom gown.", she said before calling a house elf to take Y/ns measurements. After the house elf greeted her, Y/n smiled and helped the elf take the measurements. She wondered what color her dress would be, probably in dark green or black.

.....few days later, in the Grand Hall.....

Owl were flying in constantly, delivering the girls their dresses, and the biys their suits and robes. Pansy got hers. It was a long black dress with a slit, the one she expected. She was squeling with happiness. While Y/n was still waiting for hers, everyone got theirs. Only Y/ns was missing. She started to worry, panicking that she wouldn't have a dress. That was until an owl flew in and dropped a huge box in front of Y/n. Everyone was now looking at her, especially Fred Weasley, curious about what her dress is gonna be. As she slowly untied the black bow and opened the box, Pansy and her gasped. In the box was a beautiful dark green ball gown, probably costing a lot of money. She slowly stood up from her seat, grabbed the shoulders of the dress, and lifted it up, hearing multiple gasps from the majority of girls, even the boys were gawking at the dress. All of the Gryffindors turned back from the Slytherin table to look at Fred, realizing that he probably got the most beautiful girl as his date to the Yule Ball. He snapped out of the trance when Y/n and Pansy picked up their boxes and left the Grand Hall. "Damn, I'm a lucky guy," he said, mesmerized by not only the dress but also the thought of how Y/n will look in it. "You mean the luckiest guy," Ginny corrected him. He nodded, closing his parted mouth and taking a sip of water. He smirked as he remembered the jealous looks that the girls gave Y/n, knowing that their dresses weren't as luxury and expensive as Y/ns. When he got to his dorm, he immediately went to the desk to write a letter. The letter was for his mum, Molly Weasley, telling her how he saw the most extraordinary dress he's ever seen and that it's his dates dress. His mum was surprised that he asked a Slytherin out, but after hearing him rant about how she looks, talks, and is kind, changed her mind. Molly already loved the girl even tho she hasn't met her yet.

"Alright, so my dress is beautiful, but yours? Girl, your mother went over the moon with this one. You'll be the best-looking one." Pansy complimented her dress. Y/n just thanked her. She knew both of them would look ravishing in their dresses. "Yule Ball is in five days, oh my god I can't wait" both of the girls jumped, holding their hands and jumping on Y/ns bed before dropping on the bed, laughing at each other. "I can't wait." Y/n sighed, daydreaming about how she's gonna look. Pansy nodded before standing up to go hang her dress on a hanger. Y/n copied her. She looked into the box, finding a matching dark green high heels and a tiny box that probably had matching jewelery in it. She took that out, too, sorting it on her nightstand.

The evening has come, the Yule Ball was tonight. Y/n and Pansy were now rushing to get ready. They got into their girl talk and gossiping so much that they didn't realize what the time was before it was too late. Pansy put her dress on easily while Y/n was struggling before asking Pansy to help her get in the dress. After much struggle, she got in, and Pansy zipped the back of the dress before handing Y/n her heels. Y/n thanked her and put them on before sitting down in front of her desk and looking at the mirror, checking if her hair wasn't messed up. She opened the jewelery box before putting on the necklace and earrings, which shined as the stars in the midnight sky. After getting done with that, she stood up and straightened her dress, looking for Pansy. "Pansy, are you ready?" she called out just as Pansy was walking out of the bathroom. Pansy hummed before grabbing Y/n hand and walking out. Y/n asked Fred if he could wait for her at the end of the stairs in front of the ballroom. He happily agreed, not asking why, but he was sure so that she could grab all the attention.

As they got there, both of the girls noticed Hermione, who looked like she was hesitant. As they got closer to her, she turned around. "Hi Pansy and Y/n, you both look beautiful," Hermione said before smiling. "Thank you, you look beautiful too," Pansy and Y/n replied, saying it in sync before all three of them shared a laugh. "Can I walk with you down the stairs?" Hermione hesitated, shyly looking down. Y/n nodded before all three of them turned and started walking down the stairs. As George heard the heels click, he motioned for his twin to turn around. "Look at Hermione," Parvati Patil said, mesmerized by her dress. "Look at Y/n," George said, not noticing his twin staring at her. George pushed him a bit, nodding towards Y/n as she was close to the end of the staircase. He slowly walked uo to her, smiling at her before putting out his hand, taking Y/ns hand in his bigger one, giving her delicate hand a kiss on the knuckles. She blushed before complimenting him, "You look handsome," to which Fred responded, "You look so mesmerising, I could watch you forever." She hit him with her hand, "Stop it, that's so romantic," she whispered. "But it's the true," Fred said before the ballroom dorrs were opened. The champions opened the dance while the others joined after them.

Fred took Y/ns hand, guiding her to the dance floor, to which she was happy. All the days she spent waiting for this exact moment finally came to life. She smiled at him, placing one hand on his shoulder while the other one was in his hand. He placed his hand on her waist before they started dancing, not breaking eye contact even once. At some point, they felt as if all the eyes of the world were on them, looking at how perfect they looked together. They danced the night away, constantly cracking jokes and laughing together, drinking and asking questions about each other. As the night got to the end, they sat down at a table, both of them exhausted from all the dancing and partying. Y/n put her head on his shoulders, closing her eyes and noticing the faint smell of his cologne. She noticed that he always smelled like fireworks, paper, and gunpowder, which made sense. Fred put his hand around her shoulders, keeping her warm in the cold night, thinking about how she smelled luxurious, probably thanks to her expensive perfumes that all smelled fantastically. She smelled like books and a garden full of flowers.

He felt as if he was the biggest garden in the world, and she was the most beautiful and rarest flower that only he had.

yayyy the enddd, thank you for all the likes/votes and i hope this is a good part two

not to flex, but i came up with that last sentence AND I LOVE IT SMMM.

#fred weasley #george weasley #harry potter #harry potter x reader #hp fluff #hp x reader #hp imagine #hp fanfic #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #pansy parkinson #harry potter x you #pansy parkinson x reader

[cybertroniannugget]

Sledding time

Dec 3

About this fic: GN neutral reader, reader has a crush on OP (cuz I do hehe)

Standing on top of the hill with the others you all look down to where you'll be soon, probably covered in snow.

“There's only one left.”, Jazz mentioned,after grabbing a sleigh.

“Prime can go with them!”, a soldier said eagerly, making you start to despise him.

You don't hate Optimus, it was rather the total opposite of that. Which is why you grow nervous when he says that.

Mutual nodding in the round seals your fate though.

After some initial protesting he and you sat down on the sleigh. He's behind you, arms wrapped around your waist.

“If this makes you uncomfortable-”

“I'm fine!”, you interrupt him, blushing and glad that he couldn't see your flushed face.

“I don't want you to miss out on this, it's really cool.”

“I have only seen human younglings engage in such an activity.”

“You're never too old for sleigh rides, now let's do this.”

“Does one start with a-”

His words were cut right off as you pushed forward without warning.

Startled by that, the Prime actually shrieks, clinging onto you for the duration of the ride.

Arriving at the bottom you look back at him.

“How was it?”

“Truly enjoyable, but a warning would have been gratifying.”, Optimus says as he gets up after you.

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that.”

Bending down to grab the attached string you look up to see Bumblebee getting ready to for his ride.

“Don't tell me he's gonna do this standing up…”, you mumble, walking to the side with Optimus next to you.

He looks up and nods.

“He indeed is.”

“Oh boy… Ey Bee, I wouldn't do that if I were you!”

He didn't hear you though, giving his plastic sleigh a nudge, the disaster unfolding immediately.

He tries balancing himself on the plastic platform under his feet with his arms stretched out. But for the fact that he wasn't standing sideways, gravity gets the better of him, and he fell face first into the snow.

“You alright Bee?, Sam asks worriedly, shooting past, down the hill.

The scout raises an arm, giving a thumbs up before standing up again and brushing the snow off.

Since he didn't make it far, the walk up was short and he sits down in his sleigh this time.

You exchange a glance with Optimus, who was smirking amused.

“Another round?”, he asks, you nodding in response.

And with that the two of you make it back up to the top again, careful not to crash with the others zooming by, having the time of their lives.

“They are enjoying themselves, a pleasing sight to witness.”

You smile. “Glad you're happy. Now let's go.”

This time he knew what to expect and doesn't hang onto you like his life depends on it.

Everything went well when you went down. Your sleigh accelerating quickly, until a molehill buried underneath the snow took an end to that.

The obstacle brakes the sleigh and throws it off its course, resulting in you slamming to the side with Optimus, him landing diagonally on top of you.

“Yoooo, you guys alright? That looked like it hurt.”, you hear Jazz yell, his voice getting louder as he comes closer while sliding down the hill.

You just start laughing, staying right where you are while the Prime rolled to the side, now sitting beside you.

“I apologize. Are you hurt?”

Lifting your head to look at him, you continue on laughing.

“Are you kidding?!”, you roll over, getting on your knees and standing up.

“That was awesome! This is what sledding is all about!”, you say, extending your hand to help him up.

Perplexed by your answer he looks at you.

“Let's go again!”

He chuckles. “Alright, but please be careful not to get hurt.”

While writing this, one particular word occupied my mind. Poposchlitten

It's German and literally translates to bum-sleigh

These cheap mfs here

#transformers x reader #transformers #optimus prime x reader #optimus x reader #advent calendar #christmas writing challenge #shenanigans

[liaarxse]

how would the tr boys react when their s/o is the funniest person ever? like they could crack anyone up with just saying something and their humor is peak humor?

This is unbelievable...

Characters: Haruki (Pah-chin) Hayashida, Keisuke Baji, Shinichiro Sano

Warnings: None, crack if you lack cocaine

A/n: My type of humor frfr. I had a blast writing this HAHAHA

Also, can I add how insane some TR fangirls are? Like, I love my man too, but chill out, he is a fictional character, he doesn't belong to anyone. It's all fun and games until they become toxic

— Haruki (Pah-chin) Hayashida

If you don't like Pah-chin, leave

It's literally one of my top favorite characters

Anyway

Y'all were out, roaming around the city while Pah Is walking his dog, Pochi

Pochi >>>>

You were just blabbering about all kinds of shit

Toman shit, school shit, hobby shit

Shit shit

When, all of a sudden, a pregnant couple walked out of a store just a few feet away from you

Pah didn't think anything about it, probably didn't even notice them

But you?

OH YOU

You noticed A LOT more

"Y'know..." You started. "There is something about my unholy mind that when I see a guy and a girl walking by and they're a couple, and the girl is pregnant, I'm like... was it good?"

Pah was FLABBERGASTED

You? You were laughing your ass of on the middle of the side walk

Both Pah and Pochi looked at you like-

This bitch good?

"Like, OH YOU'VE BEEN RAW DOGGING IT ALL NIGHT HUH—"

"Y/n–"

"OkAY–"

"Y/n sto–"

"You've been RIDING IT" "MHMMM"

"Y/n–"

"GET THAT DICK–"

Pah elbowed you right in the stomach

And you just continued LAUGHING

Thank God the couple didn't hear you

Sweet potatoes and honey pie

This bitch mental

But you know who else is mental?

This mf in front of you, who out of nowhere starting wheezing

Like?

Are y'all not?

Embarrassed?

APPARENTLY NOT

You just started wheezing and screaming into thin air

Nobody, but you knows why

Like, even the dog is embarrassed

Stupid

Pochi had enough of your shenanigans that when Pah's hold on the leash weakend, Pochi made a RUN FOR IT

Boy just ZOOMED into space

And when I tell you

That dog is fast as a motherfucker

You and Pah? Your asses are dragging on the fucking floor

You couldn't catch Pochi even if you wanted to

Thank GOD Baji appeared from thin air and caught Pochi and you got him back

What?

Y'all seeing ghosts now?

— Keisuke Baji

Samara entered the chat

Somebody call ghost busters

Kidding, kidding

It was like, 2am and Baji was, obviously, sleeping

You?

Sleep is for the weak

So you called your sleeping boy to say something important

"Y/n. It's 2 fucking am—"

"Babe if I was a bee do you know what sound I'd make?"

"...what?"

"I wouldn't make a 'bzzzing' sound, I'd make a 'puhtk, puhtk, puhtk.'

Y/n what the fuck

You mental ass

But you could hear his muffled laughing

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Like. Bzz is boring, ya know? Puhtk-ing is wayyyy better. Like, imagine if I flew over your head. You wouldn't hear bz bz bz, but like, puhtk, puhtk, puhtk. Like a small horse with wings."

"...wh—"

He burst out laughing

Bruh

It ain't even funny

Maybe he was too sleep drunk to comprehend the situation

And you were too drunk to realize what you was saying

"Don't laugh! It's a perfectly reasonable theory that if I were to become a bee, I'd be 'tuguduking' like a horse."

Suddenly the other line went quiet

Like

Dead quiet

...

Wait

Shit

"Baji?"

He suffocated

Great job, Y/n

You ass

— Shinichiro Sano

Y'all smell that?

Smells like reincarnation to me

Anywhoooooo

You were out with Shinichiro

It was raining but who cares?

Pneumonia?

What's her snapchat?

@Pneu_yomom_nia

SKSKSKSK

You were just talking to Shinichiro when all of a sudden

"What's the feeling of being named after a bone, Shin?"

"Don't say that."

"Why, Shinbony?"

"...SHIN WHAT—"

LMAOAOAOA

Shinbony-kuuuuun 🤪

"Or like, SHINaningans."

"Y/n I swear to GOD."

"Don't, you'll go back again."

"Wha–"

Yo ass went silent

For like

2 minutes

What?

Writer Lia here, it was 2.69 seconds, my mistake

"Shini, shini yay, shini yay, shini yam-"

"Are you fucking joking?"

"SWALLA-LA-LA"

"Stop."

"SWALLA-LA-LA? SWALLA-LA-LA"

Y/n what kind of cocaine did your ass inhale?

And from where

The nose, the mouth, she bellybutton, yo fucking BOOTYHOLE ??

Cuz your ass cannot COMPETE with the shit that is coming out of YO MOUTH

I'm hilarious

I mean, Shin thinks you're hilarious, not me !!!

(Fangirls don't kill me)

Like

You both got home after like, 10 minutes

The bitch dropped the second y'all entered the house

That's because he didn't accept pneumonias snapchat friend request

#shinichiro x reader #tokyo revengers #x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #headcanon #shinichiro sano #shinichiro x y/n #shinichiro x you #baji keisuke x reader #baji keisuke #baji keisuke x you #baji keisuke x y/n #pah chin #tokyo revengers x y/n #haruki hayashida #haruki hayashida x reader

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AAAAAAAA

hmm…what about yan!Atsushi and a (gn) darling with a chronic illness? they’re very weak (physically) as a result.

꒰ YANDERE ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA ꒱

꒰ X A CHRONICALLY ILL READER ꒱

notes ; YESYES SORRY I DIDNT GET IT DONE THE NIGHT IT WAS REQUESTED, I WENT TO BED CUZ I WAS WORRIED I WAS GONNA PASS OUT ON MY KEYBOARD LMAOO,, BUT THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!!

warnings ; being taken advantage of, crazy obsessiveness, stalking, sort of manipulation, red flags but red is a cool color

⋆ this man is probably one of the most obsessive yanderes i write for and i think some other people MAY consider that a stretch, but with my interpretation of some of the yandere characters, i definitely disagree.

⋆ if atsushi didn't kidnap you or didn't manipulate you into libing with him to the point where you can only see him, and he can only see you, then i hope your phone had notifications silences, because you get a gift, and that's nonstop messages from him all day, if not 24/7. quite literally.

"no, no, i just woke up from something, so i figured i should message you and ask.. but how are you? did i wake you up? oh, no, no! go back to sleep, i'll see you tomorrow at work!!"

⋆ constant texts from him, asking about your wellbeing and if he can do anything to help you. if you work in the ADA, he's constantly walking behind you, definitely not looking for an excuse to get you out of your work and help you out. and if you don't work in the same room, atsushi always finds himself walking back into the room you work in, hollering apologies to kunikida, who's yelling at him to get back to work, and when he does come back, even dazai tells him to work. maybe that's a sign he should stop coming to bother check on you every 15 minutes..

⋆ oh, but don't think you can have a peaceful weekend, because he'll be there, too! and who can say no to a tiger boy? it's practically impossible to decline any offer to atsushi! his sweet nature is irresistible, and even when you want to say no, he's already rushing to get you anything you could possibly need, before you can say anything other than i, um, or uh!

⋆ but being obsessive and kind doesn't mean he isn't possessive. any time he sees anybody else from the ADA being concerned about you, or even kind to you, he totally flips out! the moment you both get off work, he's blowing up your phone, asking if there's anything he can do to help you out, like cleaning up or helping you make your dinner, or if you still like him.

⋆ after confusedly reassuring him that you like him very much, he asks if you've made dinner yet, and if you haven't, he proceeds to ask you if you want to go out to eat with him. and if you say no to him, then he'll ask if he could come cook for you. anything he does for you, you thank him, but you'll never hear the words, "you're welcome". the only thing you've heard him say, was "no problem, i'm glad i could help you!"

⋆ who could say no to such a nice. caring guy?

#yandere atsushi #atsushi x reader #yandere atsushi x reader #yandere atsushi nakajima #yandere atsushi nakajima x reader #yandere bsd #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #klya..requests

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LOSERS MONOLOGUE

MattSurniolo x BestFriendReader

Summary: Matt will wait forever if he has to :(

This is probably going to be a series. Tbh I am mostly projecting my own feelings in this but idk. This song makes me cry and so did writing this because I have felt this way before. Let me know if this shit and if I should delete it.

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MATTS POV

I know it will never happen, Shes so pretty and funny any time I see her picture or hear her name my stomach flips and I get butterflies.

And I don't know if I'll ever stop feeling this way, at least not for a long time.

I've always watched her from a far waiting, hoping that something will change but it hasn't in the past 6 years. While she's seen me as her best friend since 8th grade, I've seen her as the only girl I will ever love. Sure, I've dated girls. but they weren't her, they didn't have her personality, her smile. Sometimes I will spend more time fantasizing about a scenario then actually being with her.

Mostly because these last months have become unbearable. Hearing her say "I just wish I could find a guy that loves me more than himself, you know?." knowing I would do anything for her. But I know it's for the better, having her away from me because it's too much, it's too much knowing she will never be mine, knowing I'm just her best friend.

I've seen her go from boy to boy and i can't help constantly be thinking "oh my god will she date any other man in this world but me?" It infuriates me and I find myself despising this woman.

But them she smiles and it's her. Sometimes it feels like we have something, the way I'll see her look at me from time to time I can't help but think for a moment she feels the same.

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It was one of those nights where we had movie night in my room, something the 4 of us have been doing since 8th grade. Nick and Chris laid passed out on the air mattress while me and her laid on the bed, one her legs on top of mine.

As the end credits for the notebook played, I couldn't help but glace over at her face, she looked so peaceful and quite which was strange considering she talked throughout movies like she was in it, it never bothered me, I would rather listen to her than any movie in a heartbeat.

"I can't believe Nick and Chris passed out we have like three more movies to watch." she sighed be for reaching to grab the remote

"Their lost." I smiled as I admired her.

"Yeah" she paused and looked at me in a way I would look at her.

"Your better anyway" her voice was soft, and it made me feel warm.

I smiled and shrugged

"You'll always be my favorite person Matt." she muttered as her eyes were glued on the TV as she searched for another movie. They way she said it made me feel like I was more than that, more than a friend.

For a second, I thought I was hearing things, she can't just say something like that so casually. like wasn't completely in love with her.

I sighed "Why are you always doing that, saying shit like that when it's obvious how I feel about you and then you go and lead me on" I mumbled under my breath.

She turns at me, her eyes filled with confusion "what?" her voice was soft...almost like she was sad by my response.

It felt like an entirety passed before we heard nick wake up.

"What time is it" nick groaned and rubbed his eyes.

"Its 12:43" I say as I look at my phone, her eyes are still glued to me as she furrows her eyebrows.

"Come on I'll get you set up in the guest room." nick motioned her to follow him.

I opened my mouth to say something to her, to try and muster up a sentence, but nothing came out. She looked at me one more time before following nick out the room.

Mabey I just should have stayed silent like all the other times, Mabey it would be better for both of us if I just stopped, there is no way of winning if in eyes I'll always be a friend.

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Let me know if it's good enough for a part 2 :)

Have a good day pookies.

#matt x reader #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #Chris sturniolo smut #Chris x reader #chris sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo imagine

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

I recently read your theon fic and it's so good!! If you're still taking requests, would you consider writing something for theon again? Maybe a childhood friends to lovers with a Stark reader? It can be as short or long as you want and feel free to make it smutty!! And again love your writing! Going through the rest of your GoT fics now hehe

Omission

Pairing: Theon Greyjoy x Stark!Reader

Warnings: smut cuz anon told me i could! 😂, implied sex work in the winter town, slightly manipulative reader? 🤔, cunnilingus, face riding, praise kink, first orgasms, secret relationship 🤫, nipple biting, implied childhood friends, mentions of periods, mentioned past face riding

Words: 2432

"Oh shut up, Robb." Giving your twin brother a harsh shove, Robb merely laughs at you as you pummel your gloved fists against his shoulders. "Now I know you're just teasing me."

"Sweet (y/n), do you really think I would lie to my dear twin?"

Your eyes round as you gape at him. "You lie to me on a daily basis, Robb Stark!" Dealing him another smack on the head, Robb pleads for mercy from your tiny fists of fury. Seeing that he's given up, you let your arms fall back to your side, glaring at him. "There's no way. I've seen the two of you sneaking out to the winter towns. Probably to the brothels."

"You think so little of us men, don't you." He sighs and leans his back against the ominous face of the heart tree. To southerners, the face may appear quite macabre with the streams of red that streak out of it's eyes. Having been around it since the day you were born, it was never something to fear. Something to cower away from.

The castle of Winterfell was always hustling and bustling with the work of the many hands that were required to smoothly run it. Along with those of the large Stark family. Eight children including the Greyjoy ward, Theon, had the halls filled with loud shouting, singing, or laughing.

Out in the personal godswood that your family possessed, you and your twin brother liked to get away just to catch up. He was heir of Winterfell being the first born boy. You were separated from him and given the education that any other prestigious young lady of Westeros received. Unfortunately you never had lessons that overlapped with one another, despite your many complaints to your parents.

And what was your dear brother divulging to you? The fact that your father's ward Theon was so obviously smitten with you that even you were aware of his affections. You'd indulge your brother though and pretend not to know a thing. You'll keep your knowledge to yourself and utilize later. Pretend that you hadn't just been making out with Theon just a few hours prior. Robb may be your other half, but this was a secret that you couldn't truly share with him and swore Theon to secrecy. No, Robb was too close to Ned. He could accidentally let something slip to indicate your true relationship with the kraken boy.

A potential suitor for you, the eldest of Ned's daughters, hadn't been discussed fully though you'd heard whispers from the maids and lords in the halls. Trying to guess who your father would give you away to. Theon would not be a candidate.

"I just thought you should know how he feels." Robb hums.

"You know nothing real can come from it." Pointing out, you feel something seize in your chest. It thickens your throat so that pushing out your words was a struggle. "Theon and I. . . Even if- and I'm not saying I like him that way- even if we got together father would never allow it."

He purses his lips in response. "If we bring up the case properly, I believe father will hear us out."

You shake your head. Robb was ever the optimist.

"Don't say anything about it to father." Simply telling him, you use the trunk of the tree to help yourself get up. The weight of your gown skirts tend to pull you down. In response, Robb gets up as well and helps to dust you off. "Please Robb. I don't want Theon getting in trouble." That was the last thing the two of you needed was Ned to increase his surveillance toward Theon. While he cared for the boy, he was always wary due to the Greyjoy Rebellion. They'd proven to be untrustworthy and Ned being a realist always held concern that Theon would grow to be just like Balon Greyjoy.

You didn't know the Lord of the Iron Islands and Theon didn't speak much about him but from what little you were able to gather, you'd say Theon would be nothing like his sire. Lord Ned already felt like Theon was a bad influence on Robb with his cocky attitude and cavalier nature. He did not desire any of his children to adopt those traits.

"Okay okay." He's holding your hand as the two of you trudge through snow to get back to the warmth of the castle. "But. . . do you think you can be a little nicer to him now that you know he holds a flame for you? It's bad enough Sansa and mother always treat him coldly."

Frowning you glance at him. "I'm always nice."

You hate how he rolls his Tully blue eyes. "You're always frigid when he's around. You weren't like that when we were all children. You used to hang off him. But you've changed since. . . since you flowered. . ."

Again he finds your hands smacking his arm. "Please don't EVER mention my cycles again." Your cheeks were burning, embarrassed that Robb was even aware when you'd had your first moonblood.

As you enter through the kitchens, Robb's laughter rings above the other chattering. "My apologies. I forget that you're a proper lady now. Like mother and Sansa." He fake curtsies and you have half the mind to kick his shin until your septa shows up; breathless like she's been running around all over Winterfell.

"There you are!" She hisses and stomps toward you.

Robb abandons you to flee and save himself.

Even with your slippers covering your feet, the piercing cold of the stone floor got past even the thickest of wool. Frozen toes were a small price to pay; especially when Theon will happily warm them up once you get to his room. There were a few obstacles you had to bypass in your route. Nothing you couldn't handle.

You'd made this journey many times in the past two years.

Robb wasn't being dramatic when he claimed your change toward Theon. From innocent children to teenagers, everything happened so fast that you weren't really able to comprehend what was going on with your own head. When Theon first arrived to your family, you were a small child. You and Robb grew attached to him immediately. For so long you saw him as a brother. Then it just stopped the moment you bled.

That's when you saw Theon. . . differently.

"I was wondering if you'd make it tonight." Barely stepping in front of his door but a second ago, you grin at his eagerness and let him pull you in. Quietly shutting his door as to not alarm anyone, Theon spins around and envelops you in his arms.

Nuzzling into the warmth of his chest, you sigh in contentment. All the stress of your day rolling right off of you. Even within the security of his room, you still kept your voice to barely above a whisper. "I thought about it. . . Robb's onto you, you know. I'm worried he'll discover the truth."

Theon sits you down on his bed, wrapping one of his fur blankets around you so that you could warm yourself up. Wandering off to the table in his room, he pours two chalices of wine. "Just tell him. I keep telling you he'd take the secret to his grave. Your brother would never risk getting you in that much trouble."

"Not consciously." Pulling the fur tighter, you focus on the softness. "He might imply something to our father in his attempt to help us. Robb thinks our lord father can be reasoned with about a relationship between the two of us."

He's quiet with his back turned to you, busying himself with stoking the fire in the hearth. You watch shadows cast by the fire dance along the broad width of his shoulders.

"Why wouldn't your father marry you to me?" Theon asks after a moment of quiet contemplation. When he faces you again, there's a streak of hurt in his eyes that makes your stomach drop. "It would strengthen bonds between the north and the Iron Islands. And I can't imagine you marrying anyone else but me. I knew from the moment we met that you would be my bride."

Any other time you might have laughed at the idea. Empathetic, you rise from the bed and float over to him; caressing his stubbled cheeks with both of your hands and drawing him closer. In a perfect world MAYBE your father would have considered marrying you off to the last surviving Greyjoy son. His blood was too precious to him though and you knew Ned would only ever choose a husband for you that hailed from the north. Especially since he knew Robb would raise hell if you were given to any other kingdom in Westeros. It was only right that twins stay together after all.

You know how to pull his mind away from such unpleasantness. If you fell victim to those thoughts. . . it would only make your life miserable. The way you handled your reality may not be healthy and this certainly should be addressed, but you were too scared to discuss it. Cowardice you knew it was. You covered it up with saccharine kisses that coaxed Theon to lower his guard.

Your world was full of lies. Perhaps not outright lies, but you were still omitting the truth to your entire family.

If it meant keeping Theon's kisses all to yourself, you didn't feel too bad about it.

This discussion would be brought up again in the future. That was inescapable. You rue the day when Ned finally decided on your husband. Theon would raise hell. You'd hold it off for as long as possible. The maiden in you wanted to believe in this fantasy that Theon thought would come true. Far more happy than what was in store for you in your future.

Having to bend slightly over your short form (you hated how much taller Sansa was than you. It wasn't fair. You were older than her yet you barely were an inch taller than Arya!), once both of you break the kiss for much needed air, Theon presses his forehead against your's, his nose brushing against you're cheek similar to the barn cat that you liked to cuddle with. Rubbing his scent onto you as a claim.

Swiftly his hands grab at your rear as he hoists you up into his arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around him for stability. His lips trail kisses along your neck up to the juncture of your neck.

"Do you remember when I first took you?" Theon asks, lips moving against your skin.

Your fingers curl, dragging him closer to you. If you truly could have things your way, you'd never let him go. Freezing the moment to never ending stillness. It was a selfish want, but you didn't care for you truly loved Theon; even if you could never say it out loud to him. If you did then he would do everything and anything to make sure you were wed to him. You didn't doubt that treason would be one of those options. You'd seen it in his eyes before when you let the discussion of getting married went on for too long. You couldn't indulge him.

How could you not remember the day he pierced your maidenhead? The very same day you broke down to him, admitting that you were uncontrollably attracted to him. Longing and desire replaced the once childish adoration you held for him. Ever since your first cycle, it was like your entire body was on fire when Theon was remotely near you.

When you admitted everything, Theon took you back to his room and. . . well. . . From between your legs he spouted nonstop words of adoration and utter devotion to you, his beloved Lady of the North. He confessed to going to the brothels in the winter towns but only so that he could learn how to please you in the bed in order to win you over. How else would he be able to compete against all the other lords that would come calling?

Honestly, you barely heard most of the words he was saying above the roaring of your heartbeat in your ears. A surprise that no one heard you screaming when you had your first climax. Terrified at first and not understanding what was happening to you, Theon ever so softly coaxed you with his tongue and soft touches until you relaxed and came. He encouraged you to shove your cunt into his face (his words, not your's). Even if you were afraid that you would suffocate him or break his nose. That would only make him more persistent. Your face was beaming bright red when he positions your entire body over his face and with the sheer strength of his arms, dips you up and down onto his tongue.

Theon folded you into positions you'd never imagined following that first encounter. From that moment on, you were his. And you couldn't imagine anyone else touching you like Theon did. When his fingers roamed over your skin, it was like he was reading from a book. All your sweet spots spelled out just for him in invisible ink.

From your hooded expression, Theon came to the proper conclusion that you did indeed remember that day which makes his lips curl into a wicked grin. His pupils are clearly blown out in the pools of blue.

Taking care to lay you down gently onto the surface of his bed, the furs around your shoulders fall and splay around you, revealing your nightgown and the small peaks of your erect nipples grazing against your shift.

Theon captures a nipple that poked from your shift. His front teeth softly put pressure making you mewl and writhe under him. You feel a hand glide up your thigh until it rests on your naked hip. "I think of it as the happiest day of my life. Not just because I finally got to fuck you, but also because you said you had feelings for me as I did for you."

Familiar warmth pushes past your lower lips that have you gasping and attempting to arch your back, but Theon makes sure you can't squirm.

Over the blood rushing through your ears and the numbing of your brain as he pumps his fingers in and out while easily sliding in a second and third one; you caught the low whisper of his voice.

"Whatever it takes. I'll make you my bride."

#reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones fanfic #game of thrones #asoiaf fanfiction #asoiaf fandom #a song of ice and fire fanfiction #asoiaf fanfic #a song of ice and fire fanfic #game of thrones reader insert #asoiaf reader insert #asoiaf fic #a song of ice and fire x you #a song of ice and fire x reader #theon greyjoy x you #theon greyjoy reader insert #theon greyjoy x reader #theon greyjoy fanfic #theon greyjoy fanfiction

[im-not-a-l0ser]

Realtor Attourney Writing and/or Drawing Prompts

Mark and Gary bump into each other at a bar and drink together, leading to either dirty or cuddly things. Or both! Have fun.

Mark is tired at work and hugs Gary from behind, basically falling asleep.

Kisses don't count if they're not direct (putting hand between their lips, kissing like that; Rogue x Gambit style)

Lighthearted Mark joking out of pure stress, making and seeing serious, in character Gary Goldstein Attorney At Law smile and laugh for the first time.

Mark (probably drunk and/or tired) pulling (a flustered for the first time) Gary by his tie

Gary making coffee at the office for Mark just how he likes it (or vice versa)

Mark gifting Gary cookies (bc let's be honest, he definitely bakes and feels guilty about it because its 'womans work,' but feels a little better about it by teaching his kids how to bake too)

Mark falling asleep on Gary's lap in the office.

Linda calling Gary for some dumb reason caused by Mark (ex. Mark getting the last of something Linda wanted) and when Gary gets there, he's just kind of frozen and doesn't do anything, torn between his job and rich clients, and cute boy who he likes.

"What are you doing?? That's mine!" "Oh, actually, I grabbed this first. Very sorry. There are some similar things, but I need this for my daughter." "I came here specifically for this! You'll be hearing from my attourney!" — "HI, Gary Goldstein– Mark?" "Oh, hello Gary ^-^" "Um... uh..." "Gary!" "Linda, yes. Um. Mark." "I'm sincerely sorry, I meant no ill will against Ms Monroe. I simply needed this for my Gracie." "Yes. Of course. Linda, I'm sorry, thats not actual grounds for a legal case. Mark- Uh, Mr Chasity, has done nothing wrong ever." "Augh! You're useless!" ... "Thank you Gary." "Yes, of course!"

Anything where one of them has the other pressed against the wall.

Any type of kiss or hug or cuddles.

Mark falling into Gary's personal space and their faces falling close (this is more of a drawing idea)

Classic 'accidentally pours drink on other and rushes to wipe it up only to realise you are actively touching a man's body' trope.

Here are some of the art references I found online that inspired these prompts.

#starkid #hatchetfeild #hatchetfield #nerdy prudes must die #black friday #nightmare time #mark chasity #gay mark chasity #gary goldstein #gary goldstein attorney at law #there will probably be a part 2 to thus eventually

[itsallabouthedetails]

soapy (knj)

This is a repost since I finally show up in the tags again, yay. (New gif though because can't find the other one and I'm in a hurry.)

Pairing: android!Kim Namjoon x human!reader with a vagina (no boobs mentioned)

Summary: You've been given a sex android and are trying him out for the first time

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: 18+, smut, pwp, soapy sweaty Joon, shameless self-indulgence (OC ofc, not me, what are you thinking), dubious use of dish soap, penetrative sex, fingering, knotting, edging or maybe just wrong timing, excessive use of–, vibrations in various body parts, lots of fun and lots of swear words.

A/N: Thank you @hesperantha for talking me out of using the word "genitalia" and also coming up with this writing prompt in the first place. Who knew it would be so much fun to dive into this.

(This is actually a prequel to a series called "Everything & Nothing" on AO3. It's about love. And capitalism. And androids. Yoongi is in it. And Jungkook. And Florence Pugh, can you imagine?)

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The new android, (Joon, you remind yourself) is standing at the sink, his broad back turned towards you. Next to him, he’s lined up the wine glasses he has decided to wash up, even if you never use them. You don’t even like wine, and even when you’re serving it to guests you usually use cups.

Come to think of it, it was probably the dust on them that triggered him in the first place.

The white shirt he's wearing is too tight but at the same time exactly to your liking. You bought it out of impulse because the weird sweat suit he came with didn’t match the colour of your couch. You don’t know anything about clothing for androids, but you'll figure his size out over time and if you don’t, well, his naked body comes straight out of a magazine, quite literally. It’s so mouthwateringly muscular and tanned, it would be absolutely intimidating if it belonged to a human. Even belonging to an android (who, in turn, belongs to you), it’s almost more than you can take.

Which was such a shame, considering the fact that he was solely designed to satisfy your needs.

And needs you have, especially right now.

You've been dancing around trying him out for the first time ever since he arrived. You own a lot of other sex toys, after all, and they work really well.

But since he’s right there–

Fuck it. You walk over to him, sneaking your hands around his waist

“Baby,” you say, just to find out what he'll reply. “Baby.”

He turns in your arms, hands still wet and foamy. His shirt is partly wet too, and it’s almost a relief to see that you aren't the only one who still needs to figure things out.

“Take this off,” you say, tugging at his damp shirt.

He dimples down at you and you want to eat him up or at least run your tongue across his cheeks. Right now you have no idea what made you wait so long.

He steps back and takes his shirt off in one swift motion (it's amazing what tech can do these days) and you marvel at the flawless sight of him. Even his nipples look real, ready to suck or sink your teeth into. You scrape your nails lightly over the curve of his chest and he purrs before lifting you up effortlessly and placing you on the cabinet.

"What do you want me to do, hm?" he asks, his voice so incredibly low it makes your core pulse.

"Kiss me."

You don't expect it to be good but oh boy are you wrong. Whoever designed him knew what they were doing. Your tongues entangle and he makes all those little noises you love to hear and which turn you on even more. By now you can't wait for him to fuck you.

Things get heated real quick. You take your shirt off as well and wrap your legs around him and he sucks at your neck and your earlobe and he touches you just right until you whisper "fuck, you get me so wet" and your smart new android dips his hand into the water in the sink and splashes it all over you.

For a moment you freeze. The water is warm but you are so surprised your brain short circuits. Before you know what you do, you splash water on him too, leaving him glistening and foamy and looking just as surprised as you.

Droplets of water run down his chest as you stare. It shouldn't make you hornier but it does. He looks like a god just coming from the gym (do gods even need to go there?), all sweaty and bulky and you run your wet hand through his hair until it looks sweaty too.

Damn.

“Fuck me,” you say, not able to think about anything else anymore.

You shove down your pants while he gets rid of his. When you look at him again, he’s hard, he’s waiting, he’s ready to go.

“Hold on, I just need to–”

You spread your wetness a little with expert fingers and (thank fuck for not needing protection) guide him between your slick folds without further ado.

“Oh, you’re very warm,” he says, his hands bracing himself on either side of you and you burst out a laugh.

“I can’t believe this is what they teach you to say when you fuck someone.”

“What do you want me to say instead?”

“I don’t know, my brain doesn’t work well right now. What’s all this talking? Fucking move already.”

He finally does and a groan leaves you that sounds surprisingly feral, but you forget to care after a second, because ha, he’s not human and won’t judge you.

Oh yeah, the designers definitely knew what they were doing.

His thrusts are so powerful you’re thankful there’s a wall behind you for he would probably shove the cabinet across the room otherwise. (You make a mental note not to shag on the dining room table.)

Maybe it's because it's been so long since you were last fucked properly (actually you’ve never been railed like this) or maybe he’s just this good, either way you feel your high approaching embarrassingly fast.

And then, when you are already a panting mess, he suddenly starts to fucking vibrate.

“Oh what the fuck, holy shit, are you out of your mind?!”

You come right there and then, pulsing around his perfectly sculptured hardness and he slows down, curiously looking down at you.

“You like it?”

“Joon,” you catch your breath, “really? I just came like a fucking tornado and you’re still asking whether I liked it? Jeez, what’s wrong with your senses.” You gasp for air, leaning your forehead against his still-glistening chest. He smells faintly salty and you would laugh again if you weren’t so spent. You need to check out the dish soap later. Must be ocean breeze or something.

“You want to see what else I can do?” he growls into your ear.

You can't help but clench around him.

He’s still inside you, still rock hard, still ready to go. And honestly, you’re still not satisfied.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and sigh. “Yeah. But please go slow, I need some time before I’m ready to take you full force again.”

“Babe,” he says matter-of-factly, “I was far from going full force.”

He carefully pulls out, then glides back in, even easier now, slicker and sloppier after your orgasm.

Goosebumps arise on your skin, as he keeps a languid pace until your sensitivity makes way to pleasure again.

“Faster.”

His movements speed up slightly.

“More. Do I need to say ‘three levels up’ or stuff like that?”

Joon makes a sound that pretty much resembles a snort and quips, “who’s the one talking too much now, hm?”

You raise your arm to slap him playfully but your hand slips off his shoulder right away and lands on his bicep instead. His very bulgy bicep that’s actually moving beneath his skin. Like, what the hell.

“Are you ready?” he asks and winks as you stare at him in mindless horny wonder.

“Yeah. You aren’t starting to glow or anything, are you?”

“I can play music if you want.”

What is he, some buy-one-get-all-household-appliances-in-one-body-for-free-on-top-machine?

“Seriously?”

“If you’re still able to talk so much, I’m not doing it right.”

After that you expect him to speed up his thrusts. But no, he patiently keeps the pace.

Until you feel it.

He’s getting gradually bigger, stretching you deliciously and the slow movement is just right.

“Tell me when it’s enough,” he whispers, watching you.

“Yeah, now I guess, hold on, wait, go slow, yeah, like that.”

He almost comes to a halt inside you and you take a few deep breaths. The fullness is awesome, it presses against your walls and–

“I’m not done yet, babe.” A smug grin spreads across his face.

It takes a while before you feel it. You gasp. Oh, holy shit.

He expanded it. Like–

Oh.

It feels so damn–

full.

"Oh shit, oh shit, this is–”

While you are busy losing your mind, Joon looks very pleased with himself.

"Can you-"

"What, baby? Use your words."

Damn, who taught him this?

“That’s exactly what they say in those dirty stories all the time, Joon,” you grumble, trying to sound scolding but instead you sound very breathy and very much gone.

He chuckles. Chuckles. Seriously? Is there anything he can’t do?

“Those people who designed you, really knew what they were doing,” you pant, circling your hips on his dick, relishing the feeling of fullness in all the right spots. “Can you still vibrate like this?”

“Would you like that more than me moving inside you?”

“Yeah. Prepare, I’m going to show you my tricks now,” you announce smugly.

He starts the slightest vibration and you lean backwards, reaching between your legs to touch yourself. He watches you gliding your fingers through your wetness, squeezing your lips and circling your clit repeatedly.

“Move,” you breathe. “Just a little bit.”

He does a faint body roll, rhythmically catching the light on his wet skin. It's not only his biceps- his abs move too. You watch them, mesmerized, how they shift and contract, how they shine with that damn soapy water that doesn’t seem to dry even though it feels like you’ve already been fucking for who knows how long.

The intensity of all this at the same time, the shamelessness, the view, the feeling, the fullness, the tingling of your whole body, is too much to keep to yourself and you begin to spill words and words and words.

“It feels so good, you’ve no idea, more vibration please, yeah, like that, oh hell, oh what the hell, I’m so close, so fucking close, I–, Joon, don’t fucking stop, don’t you dare stop, oh shit, oh fuck, oh–”

Fuck.

What the hell.

You haven’t noticed that the pressure has decreased until Joon pulls out while you are just seconds away from coming really hard.

“What, no, what are you doing???” You’re yelling and you don’t feel the least bit bad about it.

“I’m not done yet,” he informs you, completely immune to your anger.

“Yeah, guess what, me neither and I was so damn close and you fucking ruined it!”

You’re pissed. You know about edging but don’t people agree on this shit beforehand and not out of the blue when they’re fucking getting it on for the first time ever?

Glaring at him, you reach between your legs and deliberately slip two fingers inside you.

“Oh no, we’re not doing that,” Joon says calmly, taking both of your wrists and holding them away from your throbbing core. “You’re either coming around me or not at all.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Your anger slowly subsides and gives way to curiosity. He seems damn sure to get you off nicely, so maybe there actually is more to it than just annoying you.

“I promise it’s going to be worth it.”

“You better not leave me hanging a second time,” you huff, already pulling his hips towards you again.

He slips inside you effortlessly. “I won’t, I promise.”

Still the interruption has sobered you up enough to notice the discomfort of the hard countertop.

You wrap your arms around his neck with a pout. “Can we move to the bed, please?”

He lifts you again and makes his way to the bedroom with ease as if he's just carrying a stuffed teddy bear.

A teddy bear that actually is pretty much stuffed.

He stays inside you as he walks, each step sending shocks of pleasure through you.

"I love this," you say blissfully, while you relax in his grip. Your cheek slips over his pecs. "Dish soap will never be the same again."

On the bed, he lays you down, but after a few thrusts, you impatiently decide it's not deep enough and plant yourself before him on all fours.

He doesn't wait for a command, just lines up and shoves inside with perfect care. It doesn’t take long until you feel the tension inside you build again. Maybe it wasn’t all that bad that he stopped before you came. What coils up in you now feels even more intense, more all-consuming.

"Goddamn,” you blurt after a particularly deep thrust. “You feel so good, I can't believe how fucking good this feels."

It's also a kind of full-body exercise to try to steady your body on the mattress.

"Could you-" you start, then remember he won't ever judge you, "Could you bite me? Please?"

“Where do you want it?”

“Anywhere. Neck. Shoulders.”

He leans down and his soapy warm chest glides against your back.

You wheeze as his teeth sink into your flesh.

"Do that again!"

He does, a little harder this time.

"Fuck!"

It's the most animalistic sex you ever had. You feel like a mammal in a documentary, giving in to your most primal instincts. You've never felt like this, never let go like this, never given in to the desire for cathartic and all-consuming sex like that. You're shaking and sweating, dripping and whining. You have forgotten about everything around you.

And still you want more.

"Wanna know what else I can do?" he teases against your neck, his teeth nipping at your flesh. Everything is slippery. Your sweat mixes with the soap, creating seams of foam where your bodies meet. Wetness is running down your arms and your thighs, staining the sheets around you.

"What?" you groan, "more tricks?" You aren't sure you could take more of his surprises, but hey, quitters never win.

It's hard to speak coherently. Your arms hurt. Actually your whole body does. But there’s no stopping now. You just need a little more. Just a little more and you’re done for good.

It’s right there already.

"Okay, show me."

He slows down and slips a hand over your ass until one of his fingers dips between your cheeks.

Oh.

"Relax," Joon says softly, leaning forward again and placing kisses on your back.

Thank goodness he doesn't mind the taste.

He reaches your hole with a thumb at the same time his other hand brushes your clit.

Your body jolts. "What the hell." Eyes wide, you try to make sense of it, of being touched everywhere at once. Your limbs buckle.

His thumb puts on a little pressure and enters you the tiniest bit.

"Fuck, Joon, what the hell are you doing?"

He moves as if he's about to pull away. But that’s definitely not what you want.

"Don't you fucking stop. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, I'm so fucking close, so close," you're babbling again but you don't fucking care.

And then he vibrates again.

And you scream.

And come.

And there's suddenly even more wetness all around you.

What the fuck. What the actual fucking fuck.

It’s an explosion. A very very satisfying explosion, but damn intense nonetheless. You collapse on the bed, laughing at the top of your lungs, gasping for air and still spilling curse words like you’ve lost your damn mind.

“Are you alright?” Joon’s hands run along your back soothingly until the heaving of your chest subsides and you slowly return to the here and now.

“Damn Joon, you weren’t kidding.”

He beams at you, from head to toe a very proud lover. With his damp skin and his hair sticking up in all directions, he very much looks like someone who just had sex.

You pad the bed beside you. “Come, lie down with me for a moment before I realise I’m covered in all kinds of fluids and want to take a shower.”

He crawls onto the bed, taking you into his arms. It doesn’t take too long until it’s getting uncomfortable.

“Want to spend the night with me?” you ask quietly.

“Is that a code for asking me if I’m down for a second round?” he chuckles.

You glare at him. “It’s a code for ‘you were a good lay and I want to cuddle now and feel loved and cherished’.”

“Oh, ok. Yeah, sure.” He smiles at you innocently. “Go ahead and shower. I’m waiting.”

You climb off the bed. “The hell you are,” you say pointedly, raising a brow. “You can change the sheets, while I’m away. You know, I don’t keep you just for the fun of it.”

#namjoon smut #bts smut #bts fanfiction #kim namjoon #namjoon x reader

[softpine]

did we enjoy hanging out at the virtual bar last night ..... sorry i didn't finish answering the asks i fell asleep on the floor listening to lover you should've come over on a loop for 3 hours anyway here's the rest 😌 i may not be drunk anymore but i answered them quick fire mode for that authentic experience fjkjsds

i feel like as she's gotten older, caroline became the retrospective/morose kinda drunk and that's beth's natural state so it would be like a healing therapy session for sure. mikaela gets sloppy lmaooo so she would be blabbing about things no one asked, probably dropping some crazy anecdote that no one can tell if it's true or not. danny just gets stupid horny fjksjds sorry, gotta kick him out after 2 drinks or you'll see a lot more than you ever wanted to

he earned it!!!

honestly i never do anything for my sims birthdays because there's just so many of them 😭 but tom bought him a brownie from the dining hall and stuck a candle in it, then they gathered some friends and went out for drinks later but casper paid the whole tab with danny's money lol and his friends back home got on a group phone call to wish him happy birthday 💖

it suuuuuucks :( i know it's necessary and someday it will feel good and hopefully my relationships will be stronger because of it, but in the meantime i just feel like a toddler who doesn't have the words to describe how i feel so i just cry a lot fjkjsds it's definitely easier to give austin the benefit of the doubt because i can relate, but that makes me want to see him improve more than anything. i don't want to live my life in such a closed-off way anymore and austin probably doesn't either... he just isn't at that stage yet where he realizes it's a problem, so it's frustrating to witness him act like this 😭

BETHHH all of the above!! (well except HOA, because fuck HOAs) we've seen her volunteer as a chaperone for school dances, she's definitely asa's most involved parent in his school & general safety. caroline liked interacting with other parents when asa was little, because she was a young parent she wanted to soak up as much parental experience as possible. on the other hand, mikaela felt embarrassed about how she was the youngest parent in the room when she was putting casper through school/sports so she tended to keep to herself, but she did eventually embrace her status as a soccer mom and then football mom lmao. i can see her and beth in a bookclub :')

yeah he's at the tail end of his tour right now, he only has a few shows left. in the last post with caroline & asa in the hospital, mikaela was actually on the phone with danny but it didn't really make sense to include in that scene, so i moved it to the next time we'll see asa's parents. so i can't say too much about him yet!! but yeah he did take a SUPER long break, so his team is not going to be happy if he asks for another. he tries to keep his family out of the spotlight and only shares nonspecific information about them, but of course he taps into his emotions when writing music so i'm sure a lot of his family struggles come through, just maybe not in the way a casual listener would hear and think "oh his son has had mysterious health problems his whole life" or anything like that!

it's honestly been really fun to write!! he's such a stoic figure and his inner monologue is too, but there's a lot he doesn't say even to himself that's just simmering under the surface...

@forgotten-pixels omg it's funny you bring this up!! when i first introduced mac in the story, i wasn't thinking at all about genetics, i just picked a coat pattern i thought was cute and randomly decided he would be a boy, but then right after that i switched my major to biology and took a genetics class where i had to do a whole research project about chromosomal abnormalities and used male tortoiseshell cats as one of the focuses because they have an extra X chromosome which can also occur in humans (though obviously we don't get cute patterns because of it..... sad!) but male tortoiseshell cats tend to have a ton of health problems & lowered life expectancy because of this abnormality, so if we were being entirely realistic mac probably wouldn't have survived into adulthood. but since this is the sims i decided pets can never die fjksjds i did think about doing a silly retcon where once mac is no longer a kitten he runs away for a few days and returns pregnant because oops he's actually a female cat but 1. again, this is sims so who cares about realism and 2. there is no way in hell beth would be irresponsible enough to not get her adopted stray cat fixed as soon as possible. so i just scrapped the whole idea lmao but yes!! mac is just an exceedingly rare kitty :P

aww i'm sorry i think you sent this a couple days ago, but thank you for thinking of me 🥺 i hope you had a good day!!

noo you didn't make me feel rushed at all!! i totally get wanting to know, i wish i could be more consistent but i've given up on expecting that from myself jfkjsdj but yeah don't fear, he's not really dead dead hehe

oh i love this for them, thank you so much 💖 i don't know anything but just from what you've said, i think leo & aries makes so much sense for finn and asa because like they literally were never supposed to be together or even meet in their lifetimes but by god they will NOT let that stop them 😌

@morrigan-sims AHHH yeah i honestly have nothing to add to this fjkjsds you said it all !! i could comment more but that would be spoilers territory so i'll just leave it with saying i love hearing everyone's predictions, it makes me happy that you know these characters well enough to see into the future a bit 🥺

he wouldn't do anything to hurt (physically or emotionally) asa's family, nor would he knowingly let asa hurt them himself. so...... honey you've got a big storm coming i guess 😭😭

she loves animals, particularly reptiles & amphibians, she'd be so great working in conservation or education about animals especially for kids 🥺

she has a vague idea of how certain people would react... she thinks stevie would probably believe her (at least partially) because she's always been pretty open to unexplainable phenomenon, but she falsely believes that stevie wouldn't be able to keep a secret (she doesn't know that stevie has been keeping asa & finn's secret for a decade now...). she would never want to tell elaine, because she knows elaine doesn't believe in anything supernatural and would probably assume she's experiencing actual delusions. that just leaves asa, who she might have considered telling, except that she knows how badly he's struggled with his own mental health so she would never want to potentially make it worse by confusing his reality in a sense...

oh yeah i definitely cannot comment on this one jfkjsds

asa truly does not think about consequences or the future. you wouldn't assume this is the case because of how quiet and thoughtful he seems, but he chooses to live in the moment and deal with problems as they arise, not a minute sooner. for him, there's just no way he'll ever be without finn, no matter what he has to do to make that happen or what he has to give up..

#thanks for indulging me <3 i won't get sappy but i really appreciated talking to you guys last night #asks #anonymous #nonsims #brandi answers

[madame-fear]

hi! could you please write a headcanon of dark knight trilogy jonathan with a nurse! reader who he has developed feelings for? (preferably female reader but gn is also fine!)

thank you <3

Hii anon!! 💕 Of course!! This is lovely 🥰 This reminds me, I have saved in my drafts a short imagine about Gotham!Jonathan Crane saving a Nurse!Reader from inmates 😂 So I'll upload that too ❤

Happy reading, dear!! 💞

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DK!Jonathan Crane x Nurse!Reader | Jonathan Having A Crush On You Headcanons

I feel like he's not an easy man to get. He knows about your existence and has noticed you walking through the halls of Arkham Asylum before, but never really paid any attention to you.

^ Mainly because he always noticed you through the corner of his eyes, since he's always extremely busy and he can't distract himself with someone in the middle of his work.

But, that immediatly changes the day you were on your shift and he needed some medical assistance, so they had to call you.

At first, he looked like a very cold on the outside, but on the inside he's actually charmed by your sweetness and how well you took care of his wounds.

You were slightly nervous around him mostly because he looks very intimidating 😅 But you did your job properly, so everything went well.

Obviously he won't say anything about that to you, nor extremely compliment you. He'd just kindly thank you and tell you you're dismissed.

After that, he couldn't help but keep thinking about you and your enchanting personality.

That wasn't your only encounter, of course. He kept calling you to his office for stupid little things, only as an excuse to see you and talk to you once again.

Expect him to deny his blooming feelings for you! He never thinks about dating or starting a relationship with someone, but there's something about you that he just can't ignore.

Eventually he just gives up and admits to himself that he's got a crush for you, and a soft spot, too.

Honestly he loves seeing you take care of the inmates. You're always so sweet, compassionate for everyone, and so understanding...you're the only one who really makes him get flustered.

He takes extra care of you, now. He'll probably always send a guard to watch out for you, just to make sure an inmate doesn't hurt you.

If an inmate is aggressive and you have to attend that specific inmate, he'll come up with a random excuse just to replace someone in your place, and send you to look out for a less aggressive inmate.

If an inmate ever injuries/badly hurts you, beware because he's a walking thunderstorm. Don't be surprised if he gives a special visit to that inmate and uses his fear toxin on him.

The next day, if you ask him about the inmate, he'll probably tell you he had a mental breakdown or something, and also not to worry because he'll be the one in charge of the situation.

You're literally the most and only privileged nurse in Arkham tbh

Generally he just overprotects you a lot, and your co-workes tease you often with that.

You've seen and met each other so many times that you've grown a special trust on each other.

You're the only one in all of Arkham whom he's shown his Scarecrow mask and talked about his recent work regarding fear.

Please compliment his mask and his studies on fear, he'll love hearing your opinion about it.

Also, if you leave his office with a goodbye kiss on the cheek, oh boy...you'd leave him blushing like a little girl!

He's just not used to that type of physicality, so honestly he appreciates it, but only because you're the one showing physical affection to him.

Over the passing of time, he'll eventually return the affection by, probably, hugging you in private spaces and kissing your head.

It took him a while until he asked you out. He was too afraid (ironic) that you'll either reject him or think that he's unprofessional and lose all the trust you've gained.

So it took him a few good months to think about how he would ask you out for a date without scaring you off.

Surprise surprise! You accepted having a date with him, and he's over the moon about it.

He'd be so nervous about it like he's never been before, you've got quite a strong effect on him.

Of course, he makes sure no one knows about your little dates with him. What everyone does knows is that you're very close to Dr Crane, so you've earned some respect and good reputation on Arkham Asylum.

Just, be prepared to have all his entire attention. Once you've got him around your finger, he's yours. He's very loyal, and makes sure nobody disrespects or even dares to hurt you. ❤

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