#'that' referring to every time he gets obviously flustered around a man

[lesbiten]

no okay not to talk about the whole "we never wrote dean as bi and jensen never acted as if dean was bi" thing again but a man flirted with dean and his response was to stutter out a "oh uh im the fbi so. uh. you uh." and then run into a chair and table about it

[goldenhypen]

→ ENHYPEN’S RED FLAGS !! ⚠︎

PAIRING | ot7 x fem!reader

GENRE | crack

WORD COUNT | 1.3k

WARNINGS | mentions of food; reader is referred to as “girl”; i’m pretty sure it’s fine but it is possible i made mistakes w the tenses (i’m still tryna get used to writing more in present tense T-T)

DISCLAIMER | THIS IS NOT IN ANY WAY A FORM OF HATE TOWARDS ENHYPEN (pls i love these boys w my entire being how could i) this is a joke so don’t take this too seriously lol

A/N | had the time of my life choosing pics for the moodboard btw they had me out here cackling at 3 am (first red flag: i’m out here losing sleep bc of them !! smh)

이희승 ! HEESEUNG

too handsome… how can you stand to look at that devilishly handsome face without ever passing out due to lack of oxygen in your lungs when he’s always taking your breath away?! also y’all become way too popular; people are always staring at you two (not only heeseung but you too obviously 😏), it’s tiring being so famous yk 🙄

good at everything… it’s lowk invigorating sometimes bc he’s always outdoing you in everything. when you play games, he’s beating you; when you’re having fun at karaoke, he’s always out-singing you or showing off with his fancy riffs and harmonies; when you’re playing sports together, he always has a way of beating you, no matter what the sport. he even manages to do better at the simple task of making ramyeon. and we all know that’s only to list a few. it’s just so tiring having such a perfect bf 😔

박종성 ! JAY

jawline is too sharp… you cup his jaw as you kiss him then suddenly you hurt your hand on his sharp jawline !! it’s not fair that you have to sacrifice your hands every day just because he looks so good.

cooks for everyone… because he cooks so much, you can’t just be hanging out watching him be all hot and sexy as he cooks for everyone all the time !! you’ve had enough of back hugging him, cheek pressed against his firm back muscles (they’re so strong, it hurts your face !!), or smelling and eating all the delicious food,,, you just wanna spend alone time with your man, without the kitchen as the third wheel :’D your bf is just so husband material, and being able to provide for everyone aside from just you and him is just so, totally, very much, rlly unattractive (that’s sarcastic btw i actually couldn’t come up w any negative points to this why would anyone hate that about him-)

심재윤 ! JAKE

always has his tongue hanging outside of his mouth or his teeth sunk into his bottom lip with a smirk… no wonder my man always has ulcers lol jk i have no idea how that actually works,, but you can never kiss him cuz his mouth hurts !! but he’s too hot for you to handle anyways so- sometimes he’ll be all seductive with that smirk after swiftly swiping his tongue over his lips and you have to literally take a moment to compose yourself before he wraps his hands around your waist, biting his bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you,, oh my heart :’>

loves his dog too much… sure, loving layla taught him ways on how to love on his own future girl, but you didn’t realize how long it would take him to transfer the title of his most favourite girl from layla to you. you were always competing with a dog and yes, she’s cute but how was this fair?! so let’s just say it took many years of hard work and determination until you finally stole that hard earned title.

박성훈 ! SUNGHOON

doesn’t hang out with enough girls… so he has no experience when it comes to dating you. even before dating you, he was basically a total clutz. not being around girls enough made him feel nervous whenever he was around them due to lack of experience. and so whenever it came to you at first, he was always a nervous wreck and super awkward. and even after dating you, though he is so much better and confident, he still has his slip ups and tends to get super shy whenever you make him flustered (which occurs a lot more often than you’d imagine)! alexa play ‘super shy’ by newjeans 👖

too funny… he randomly comes out with these stupidly funny jokes or comments that make you laugh so hard, it makes your tummy, cheeks and lungs hurt. whenever you tell him you’re gonna die of laughter, you’re not joking.

김선우 ! SUNOO

too sassy… like why does he always have to react with his eye rolls or side eyes whenever you tease him, with that snarky scoff. and then when he’d tease you back, he’d just take the remarks to a whole other level. but occasionally this sass would be used in your favour; whenever a friend would tease you, he’d always get very defensive and have the best comebacks. actually depending on how close you two are with the friend, he once in a while would take the side of your friend and just tease you harder.

perfect figure… he outdoes you all the time. like sunoo give us ladies a chance to shine?? he’s always stealing the spotlight, it’s annoying sometimes !! 🙄 like yes, you (y/n) are always hot and super attractive (self confidence!!! you deserve to love yourself 😌) but for some reason people are always complimenting sunoo’s body instead of yours. but let me let you in on a little secret… it’s only because it’s obvious you’re the one who’s clearly more physically attractive. and who states the obvious these days anyway? hmph 😌

양정원 ! JUNGWON

too loveable… in other words,, there’s nothing to ever (playfully) hate on him with or tease him about !! so boring 👎👎👎 like you just constantly wanna love on him. he can be teasing you about an embarrassing moment of yours that happened just a couple minutes ago, and then you try to think of a comeback but then you take one glimpse into his eyes and suddenly you’re melting on the spot as your mind is wiped of everything you could’ve ever thought up in one quick moment. and suddenly you can only think about the things about him that give you warm, fluffy feelings. HE COULD BE DOING THE BARE MINIMUM AND YOURE FULL HEART EYES FOR HIM he’s just perfect. so unfair and so not fun 👎👎

duality… DOES HE EVEN UNDERSTAND THAT HE SHOULD HAVE YOUR HEART TO LOOK AFTER ???? like what about your well being ??? how about YOUR FEELINGS ???? like you’re constantly being emotionally pulled this way and that cuz one second he’ll be the cutest bf ever with his bread cheeks and fluffy smile when all of a sudden he has a dance to practice and all of a sudden he’s in performance mode, and his duality is just insane !!! is that even the same jungwonie that was with you just a second ago ???? i think not !!! smh

西村 力 ! NI-KI

too tall; doesn’t stop growing… (if he’s a lot taller than you) how are you gonna kiss him?? how is he gonna kiss you?? no but even if he isn’t a lot taller than you now, this boy doesn’t stop growing. you won’t admit it but it’s actually really romantic and hot the way he’d do things to match your heights, such as the other day when he carried you onto the counter, stood between your legs, and pressed his lips against yours in the hottest kiss you’ve ever shared. it’s simply not okay ???

too good of a dancer… outdoes you in every dance game. like riki at least give us a chance??? i mean sometimes he does, but the competitive side of him always wins and he just ends up beating you anyways like always 🙄 also getting to watch him on stage is like seeing a whole other riki. you mostly know him for his goofy personality, but whenever you get to see him perform, he switches that off and enters his alter ego and it has to be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. so you get the best of both worlds… which obviously isn’t healthy for your heart ???

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[formulawolff]

iv. raising the stakes - t.w.

pairing: female driver! x toto wolff

word count: 2.0k

warnings: cursing, age gap, mentions of divorce, power imbalances, mentions of age gap relationships, sexual references, toto wanting to be with you every second of every day, YEARNING, pining, yadayadayada, the works y'know

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“don’t tell me it’s that fucking nitwit.”

the team principal nearly growls, fury oozing into every single word. 

“i haven’t talked to him in a while,” panic starts to flare up, “fuck, fuck, fuck. what do i do?”

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“ignore him?” 

“i can’t do that,” you suck in a breath, “you need to go to my room. just sit on my bed or something until he leaves.”

“scared he’s going to catch on or something?” toto arches a brow, his tone shifting from scorn to a light-hearted tease, “oh schatz, are you worried your little boyfriend won’t like that you’re with another man?”

“no,” you scoff, “you know exactly what would happen if daniel saw both of us. go to my room. stay there until he leaves.”

“fine,” he rolls his eyes, clambering to his feet. he stretches slightly, wincing, “that was not my best idea.”

“that’s what happens when you’re an old man.”

the remark lights a new fire in toto, the austrian licking his lips, “oh don’t worry love, this old man will you show you soon he’s actually–”

“get. in. my. room.” you hiss, scrambling to your feet. 

“fine, fine,” he exhales, nodding towards the end of the hall, “i assume that’s it?”

“yes,” you affirm, “just stay there. answer some emails or something.”

“will do,” he whistles, turning on his heel. 

once the door to your room closes, you clear your throat. your voice was probably shaky from what just occurred. hell, even your brain felt like it was a pile of mush. 

there was not a single thought rattling around, your memory only replaying a constant loop of what just happened. 

oh fuck. you realize your shorts were completely soaked. and it was noticeable. although you weren’t going to be opening your legs, you were obviously flustered. 

time to act like nothing ever happened. 

quickly, you throw a blanket over you, “come in!”

daniel pokes his head in, a bright grin enveloping his face, “hey there, winner, winner!”

“how are you?” 

“i’m okay,” he shrugs, crossing over to the couch, “were you watching something? i thought i heard some voices.”

“oh yeah,” you nod fervently, “i was just watching some tik toks before you came in.”

“sorry it’s so late,” daniel fiddles with a loose thread on his shorts, “i figured i would come by after all the press and all that. you must be tired, yeah?”

“a little bit.

“it was a huge day for you,” he points out, “i’m happy for you. i really am. i couldn’t think of anyone who deserved that win more than you.”

you can’t help but feel a grin form, “thank you, danny.”

“also,” he lets out a shaky breath, “i feel like i owe you an explanation why i’ve been so distant this last week.”

“oh daniel you don’t have to–”

“but i do,” he interjects, his voice so quiet you had to lean forward to hear it, “i guess when you asked me that question after bahrain, i was confused. to tell you the truth, i was confused about how my feelings for you. i guess i never really addressed the feelings i had for you until you brought it up. yeah, i do have feelings for you. i am attracted to you. but i can’t act on them because i know that you would never pursue me in that matter. you’ve always seen me as one of your best friends, and that’s okay. i figured i would take a step back so i could heal without hurting you or lashing out. because it’s not your fault, it’s all been one-sided.”

“daniel i–”

“you don’t have to say anything,” he shakes his head, avoiding eye contact, “i had to heal on my own. i had to come to terms without bringing you into it. it would have been immature of me to make you feel like you had to reciprocate the attraction. besides, i feel like you’re attracted to someone else.”

your heart nearly stops beating for a moment, eyes widening, “oh – um, i–”

“you’ve always spoke so highly of carlos, and with the way you look at him, i have a gut feeling you like him.”

you can clearly picture toto in your room, leaning against the door, listening to every word. this meant you had to tread these waters carefully. 

very carefully. 

“oh daniel,” you begin, “at the moment, i’m not attracted to anyone on the grid. if anything, i see most of you guys like my brothers. it’s the best group of friends i could have ever asked for. if i were to have romantic relationships with any of you guys, i feel like it would diminish the bonds we have. also, i just don’t think it’s very professional. we have to keep things professional, you know?”

“i understand,” daniel’s eyes meet yours, and you can’t help but see nothing but anguish, “i appreciate you, i really do. can we just act like you never asked that question?”

“of course.”

“i love you,” daniel leans forward, scooping you in an embrace, “you’re the best. i’d stay and chat about your big win today, but i bet we’re both exhausted. i’ll text you, okay?”

“okay,” a giggle bubbles up as daniel shakes you back and forth, “i love you too, danny.”

“i’ll see ya around,” he places a swift peck on your temple before getting up, “sleep well. you deserve some rest.”

“you too,” you murmur, waving as the australian strolls out, “see you around.”

“byeeee!”

once the door shuts, you flop backwards, breathing out a sigh of relief. 

that seemed to go well. 

shooting up, you remember that there was a very large, very handsome austrian man waiting for you in your room. wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, you spring up, nearly jogging down the hall. 

pushing open the door, your breath hitches in your throat. 

instead of being wide awake, toto is slumped on your bed, limbs sprawled out. light snores fill the air, his chest rising and falling. rays of moonlight cascade into the space, shrouding him with a soft glow. 

quietly, you make your way to the bed, discarding your shorts and underwear. after seeing the clothes on the floor, you realize you may as well ditch the top too. peeling it off, you toss it, burrowing under the comforter. 

toto stirs, blinking, “how long was i– oh my god.”

you can’t help but smirk as he’s left speechless, mouth agape, eyes nearly as wide as saucers, “not long. daniel only came over for about fifteen minutes.”

“and you didn’t wake me the moment you started taking off your clothes?”

“i didn’t know i was supposed to,” you tease, scooting towards the principal, “you don’t have to leave. you can stay.”

“i don’t know if i should,” light kisses pepper your nose, cheeks, and forehead, “they’re probably all wondering where i ran off to. i’ve been gone awhile and haven’t been answering my texts or calls. if i’m not careful, they might send out a search party.”

“lewis hamilton can’t be without his team principal for one second?” 

at your response, toto laughs, his chest vibrating against your shoulder blades, “you’d be surprised. at times i wonder if i adopted him as my own. george too.”

“please?” you roll over, facing him. for extra measure, you jut your bottom lip out, ensuring that your lashes flutter as you blink, “please stay?”

“hmmm,” he hums, leaning in, “what’s my incentive for staying?”

“you know, not everything is a business transaction.”

“i just wanted to hear you beg a little.”

the truth of the matter was that the team principal knew if he stayed, he would be in too deep. even further deeper than he already was. 

oh, toto wolff was already weak for you. 

but now? 

it was far worse than he could ever imagine. 

there was just something about you that he couldn’t shake. as you laid beside him, moonlight swathing your figure, he couldn’t resist admiring. fuck, you were just so gorgeous. 

however, that was not the only thing that drew him in. your aura alone was attractive enough. confident, radiant, oh so intelligent, and level-headed. also, you were unapologetically yourself. toto needed that. he needed someone to match his energy. 

the fact that you were one of the best drivers on the grid was just a bonus to the plethora of qualities that he adored. 

of course, there was that ever-present thought looming in his mind. 

if a single soul found out about this blossoming relationship, every aspect of his life would come crumbling down. 

his children would shun him. he would be let go from his esteemed position at mercedes. the fia would exploit his wrongs in every way imaginable. the media would have an absolute frenzy. his drivers would no longer speak to him. 

and susie? oh god. 

although there was still a band gleaming on his left finger, the marriage with susie had devolved three years ago. the papers weren’t signed until several months ago, the team principal keeping that matter private. merely for the sake of his ex-wife and children. wearing the band was simply a promise he made with susie for the time being, to keep the public thinking that they were still happily married. 

the divorce would be announced at the end of the 2024 season, just so that the media wouldn’t speculate. 

although, they already speculated more than he liked. 

yet, there was this part of him that urged him to take that risk. to pursue you. to get to know every part of you. to learn, cherish, and love you in every way possible. 

you were his golden girl, without a doubt. 

a shining ray of light that deserved the world. 

and by god, he was more than determined to give you that.

“toto,” your eyes were closed, lashes fluttering as a hand ran through your hair, “can you please stay?”

“if i stay,” the team principal shifted his body, propping himself up with an elbow, “i’m going to have to leave early. probably before sunrise so that i’m not spotted.”

“you could just disguise yourself.”

“right,” a light chuckle flows his lips, “i’ll find a mustache and stick it on. no one would ever dare recognize me then.”

“you think?” fuck, your giggle was going to be the death of him. 

“i know,” leaning over, he presses a kiss on your temple, “i’ll stay, schatz. just don’t be disappointed if you wake up and i’m not there. all right?”

“all right,” you nod, sleep slurring your words. 

quickly, toto unbuttons his shirt, discarding it to the floor. fuck, it was probably going to be wrinkly in the morning, but he didn’t care. as long as he got to spend a few more hours with you, it would make up for it. standing, he unbuckles his belt, slacks falling to the floor. 

pulling the comforter back, he curls up next to you, bringing you close to his chest. 

“you know, sixteen-year-old me would be screaming, crying, throwing up, right now.”

“is that right?” his chest rumbles as he laughs, “well, we’ll have create a time machine to let sixteen-year-old you that all of her dreams come true.”

“are you sure you don’t have a crush on me, mr. wolff?”

“like i said before schatz,” his arms squeeze you gently, “crushes are for children.”

“then what is it?”

“we’ll have to find out,” toto found his eyelids drooping as you snuggle closer, “goodnight, golden girl.”

in his heart, toto knew the answer all too well. 

if the two of you continued to meet like this, one of you would be bound to want a relationship. with such a bright future ahead for you, would you even want to settle down at mercedes with a man like him? a previously divorced man going through a potential midlife crisis? 

additionally, if the two of you continued to meet like this, one of you would be bound to fall in love. 

and if that was the case, the stakes would only be higher. 

not only would be acquiring one of the best drivers in formula one’s history, he would be acquiring the girl he loved. 

and god, was he determined to make that happen. 

by any means possible. 

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[aurynsia]

Unrequited, Terrifying Chapter 3

James Potter x Reader

Summary: A boy in your class haunts your search for your secret admirer, uncovering some feelings you thought you lost years before…

Warnings: Some very subtle sexual implications, secret admirer trope, extremely fluffy, nervous!james x shy!reader, some subtle wolfstar action in the background, idiots in love, oc!friends, lovesick!james, no use of Y/N, James is a virgin, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, oblivious!reader, Remus being the most supportive and helpful friend James has ever had, reader is a bit of a nerd, NOT EDITED!

Word count: 1.5K

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

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Potions concluded with the setting sun. You adjusted in your seat to reach your bag, dropping supplies into its dark void. You had managed to phase the unusual situation you were in to the back of your mind, forgetting your secret admirer as you completed the class work. This was, however, short lived.

You turned back to your desk and spotted a folded note on its surface, the paper identical to the one you received the night before. You attempted to conceal your growing curiosity and excitement as you swiftly snatched it and launched yourself out of your chair, bag in hand.

Turning to leave the room, you thought of your friends’ ecstatic faces at the discovery of a new note, before-

Bump.

“Oh Merlin, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…” You turned your frame to face the source of disruption, air pushed from your lungs for just a second. There stood a tentative James Potter, a splattering of rose appearing on his cheeks at your eye contact. “Um, I- I’m sorry!” He rambled, rushing away before you could even consider the interaction.

Your stomach quietly dipped and flipped at the contact, creating an unfamiliar warmth which you quickly forced down as you shook your head with a small smile. James Potter, ladies man, smooth talker and prank puller couldn’t even form a coherent sentence around you. Strange. Though, at least he apologised this time.

You exited the classroom, remembering the note you held in your hand, and practically skipped towards the Gryffindor common room with bubbling enthusiasm.

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“And then I just froze! I can’t help it, her eyes are so captivating and she smells really good and the way she clutched the note so protectively made my heart flutter!” James finished his rambling, looking around his dorm in disbelief as his friends snickered affectionately.

“Good Merlin, Prongs! Every attractive bird you bump into like that at post-match parties would be subject to a dousing of charm, flirtations, and charisma by now…” Sirius quipped with a smirk, amused by the boy’s rare, flustered look hiding behind his hands.

“I mean, of course she’s a pretty one, Prongs, but what’s stopping you from wooing her like all the rest?” Silence fell on the group as James considered Sirius’ words. “Well, I don’t know, Prongs, maybe it’s because- well, you know, you’ve been…saving yourself…for h-“ Peter attempted, choosing not to finish his sentence after the entourage of warning glares met his eyes.

“James, Peter might have a point…for once…” Remus spoke after some consideration. “You obviously view her differently to all the other girls you’ve spoken to, and I know the reason you hesitate with all the rest is because you wish they were her…” Remus glanced at the raven-haired boy sitting on his bed as he said those last words, who was unaware as he moved to console James.

The young Potter was arched over, with his elbows on his knees and his face in the palms of his hands. His bed dipped under the weight of Sirius taking a seat beside him.

“Prongs, let me put it bluntly,” Sirius began, “you’ll have to either man up, chat her up and finally get the girl you deserve, or move on and bloody kiss someone else already. It’s no use pining over her if she doesn’t even know you’re pining! Now what did that second note say?”

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“‘You look so pretty today, I really like how you did your hair! And thank you for all your explanations in the class discussion, it really helped me stay on top of my grades with a beautiful thing like you sitting near me.’ He drew a little winking face next to that, ‘Forever yours.” Charlie and Hope burst into a fit of giggles after you recited the most recent note.

“He’s obsessed with you! This is so cute!” Charlie squealed, holding your shoulders and shaking you slightly for emphasis. “You know what this means, right? He must be in your potions class!” Hope stated with a smirk, leaning across from her seat on the floor to pick up your list of potential suitors.

“Let’s see, that leaves us with about…five options!” She exclaimed. Your bewildered expression contrasted her excitement, crawling over to her position on the dorm room floor. One, two, three, four…five. You counted the Gryffindor boys in your potions class as your eyes widened.

One name stuck out to you in particular: James Potter. As if sharing the same thought, Charlie brightened as she spotted the same name on the paper. “Potter is in that class! Oh my, my…you are quite the catch aren’t you, love?” She teased, inching closer to your warming face. “Ooh! You’re blushing! Are you sure you really got over him all those years ago, hmm?” Hope joined Charlie in closing the distance between all three of you as your cheeks gave you away.

“Of course I’m over him! That was in fourth year…well, maybe…ugh, it doesn’t matter! It’s probably not him anyway, I mean, I can’t imagine him finding the time to do any of this with his adoring fan club constantly surrounding him…” you muttered.

“But it could really be him! I mean, you were saying he gets all nervous and awkward around you, there’s a chance that could mean-“ You stopped Charlie’s rabbit hole of conspiracy, choosing not to dwell on the matter longer.

“There are four others on this list, it’s best if we cover all our bases.” Hope reasoned, joining you in rationality and convincing Charlie to do the same. “Let’s keep an eye out for any of these distinguished gentlemen paying extra attention to our darling friend.”

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The quiet night caused the atmosphere of the Gryffindor house to soften under the soft glow of the crescent moon. Remus couldn’t sleep. It was almost too peaceful, and he didn’t like it.

Sitting up in his bed, he glanced over the figures of his friends, their chests softly rising with each breath they took. Slinking into the cloak of darkness by the door, he slowly opened the door and forged a path to the common room.

There, sat under the light of a lamp, was a flowing cascade of your hair over the back of the couch. You were hunched over paper, concentrating on your History of Magic homework.

“Hey, can I join you?” Remus attempted not to startle you as he rounded the corner, joining you on the coach after you noticed his presence and nodded in confirmation.

Remus was always the more mature member of the Marauders, more focused on his studies than pranking innocent students.

“So, listen,” He began after a beat, “You’re working on History of Magic, right? I’ve noticed you’re really excelling in that class and, not to brag, but I’m quite good at it too.” You met his gaze. “I know, I’ve seen your writing. You clearly work hard.” You replied, instilling that Gryffindor courage in every word that would have normally been absent during interactions such as this, often causing you to dismiss the compliment with a shy smile.

Remus allowed himself a small grin at your unfamiliar nonchalance, continuing his proposition. “Oh, thank you! Well, I was wondering if you wanted to team up. I could be your study partner, and we could top the class together! I’ll teach you anything you’re not sure about, and I’d ask for the same in return.” You turned his proposal over in your mind, causing a small moment of silence between you two.

“There are some years I’m not so familiar with, and I certainly could do with the clarification. So sure, Remus, I’ll be your study partner!” You smiled warmly, comfortable in the newfound knowledge that the boy wasn’t a possible face behind your recently received love confessions. You found his proposition to be a friendly gesture, and far more genuine than any action you’d expect from a Marauder.

“Great!” He cheered, “We can start tomorrow. I often sit with my friends in the library, if you’re willing to join…” Remus trailed off, hoping you’d sit with his lovestruck friend for a few hours in the name of good grades.

“I’ll be there, Remus, thank you for the offer.” The words escaped your mouth before you had a chance to consider them, but Remus was already delighted by your acceptance. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, love, goodnight.”

He flashed a soft smile your way as he stood to return to his bed, leaving you bathing in the light of the lamp with an optimistic fluttering in your stomach.

You decided to leave it be, along with the hope that the boy with the rounded glasses would be there to get all flustered over you again, nagging that sweet, romantic side of your brain.

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A/N: Woohoo, here we go! I hope you’re all excited for some tooth aching fluff in the next chapter because it looks like reader is warming up to the Marauders >.< Thank you so much for reading this series, and be sure to like and reblog! Comment to be added to the tag list so you don’t miss chapter 4!

[the-s1lly-corner]

Ej, Lj, Masky, Hoodie, Masky, Ticci Toby and Bloody Painter x reader who draws them

Prize 5/5 for @reivelmin !! I hope you've enjoyed all of your prizes WOOHOO!! I had a blast writing them, hardly ever get the excuse to write for some of these characters EHEHEHEHE

EYELESS JACK

I've always headcanoned that Jack was always a bit of an artist himself, although the most he does it sketch every now and then to keep his kind busy. He points out some techniques he recognizes and asks you about it. It.. actually takes him a moment to realize that all of the drawings are him. You can practically hear the gears turning in his head before he tries to move on. This opens the window for the two of you to draw together every now and then.. though jack is always a little embarrassed.. flustered.. with the knowledge that you have so much of him in your book

LAUGHING JACK

Very loud when saying he loves it. Hes flipping through the pages before pausing, looking you dead in the eye. He makes a comment about how you must be soooooo obsessed with him. Hes teasing you, of course! He offers to draw you in return.. though dont expect anything crazy, Jack's not.. the best artist- and hes okay with that! Loves looking through your art whenever you offer it. Would kick his feet in the air while looking through the pages. Sometimes you give him sketches to color, to keep him busy while you have to go do something

MASKY

He already knew what you were drawing him before you ever have the chance to show him. The man is silent and is constantly keeping an eye on you.. he does NOT know how to be a normal roommate!! You probably dont get the chance to show him yourself, because he points at a stray pencil marking that you forgot to erase. Worst jumpscare of your life, if you werent already aware of his presence in the room... he.. actually gives a thumbs up. Which doesnt seem like much but considering that he doesnt really emote, that's a huge thing... now does he think it's a little odd that you have a bunch of sketches where hes the reference? A little, but he does offer some good poses and lighting due to him tending to lurk in the shadows

HOODIE

Very similar to Masky but at least he pretends to not know. You walk up to him with your sketchbook and hes so obviously playing dumb but its.. sweet that hes pretending. He takes his time looking through all of the art, where some of the others get too excited and flip through it all. He doesnt talk, but he does communicate that he thinks it all looks great via sign.. oh he would definitely start leaving sticky notes with doodles around for you to find

TICCI TOBY

I think Toby would be a little overwhelmed, he didnt think anyone would be interested in him enough to want to fill an entire sketchbook with him. He tries to cover up his shock by lightly making fun of the situation. Though every tease he tries to draw out falls flat, as everytime he goes to poke fun of something about the art he trails off. Besides, he couldn't bring himself to actually make fun of the stuff you make.. if it's a gift, you offer to take it back but he quickly shuts that down. Its like the Bob's burger friendship bracelet audio, "no fuck off its mine"

BLOODY PAINTER

As an artist himself, he asks you about what materials you used as well as the techniques you used! Unlike EJ, Helen is more thorough in his questioning and knows a lot more fancy terms.. he points out the good parts of your pieces, and catches himself before giving his criticisms.. he at least makes sure that the criticism is wanted before just unloading (and even then hes constructive! Hes well aware that just dunking on someone does nothing to help them grow). It actually strikes his ego a lot that you would dedicate so much time and material to just him, and it inspires him to make something for you in return. If he didnt know you were an artist prior to this, he offers to paint with you.. whether as a collab or just simply working parallel to one another! Just please pay no mind to him staring at you more intently while hes at his canvas...!

[ichorai]

spiderling ; peter parker.

sequel to particles!

pairing ; peter parker x stark!reader

synopsis ; peter was supposed to find you after strange wiped everyone's memory of him away. instead, you found him.

words ; 2.0k

themes ; angst, mild fluff and comedy

warnings / includes ; lots of feels crammed into this, peter is a flustered mess, reader is an insanely smart kid of tony’s, mentions of may and the rest of the spidey gang :(

main masterlist.

Ever since Peter had asked Strange to wipe the entire world’s memory of him, things had been… uneventful to say the least. He studied, he worked two boring jobs for a low minimum wage, and he visited May’s grave every afternoon. 

There wasn’t much else to do when nobody knew him as Peter Parker. 

Sometimes, he’d go out in his itchy, make-shift spider suit that he’d fashioned with bright fabrics from a corner store that also sold his most favorite orange-flavored popsicles, stopping common crime as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Other than that… he slept. He played Crossy Road on his phone—or he’d rewatch the Star Wars movies for the billionth time. 

He thought of his best friends, Ned and MJ. He thought of his brothers, Peter 2 and 3. He thought of his Aunt May, and Happy, who visited her grave almost as frequently as he did. He thought of the closest thing he had to a father figure, Tony Stark. He thought of Mr. Stark’s oldest kid—which he used to refer to as his significant other. 

The love of his life. 

Y/N Stark.

Peter missed you. He missed you more than anything in the entire world. He missed your wide smile and the specific way you’d throw your head back and laugh so hard you’d be grabbing onto his arm, gasping for breath. He missed how you’d press your chest into his back and kiss along his neck while he did his physics homework, quietly mumbling corrections to his calculations when he’d distractedly scribbled down the wrong formula. He missed how Mr. Stark would pull him to the side to give him the ‘Responsible Dad Talk’ just about every time the two of you hung out together, and how you’d have to tell your dad that you could make your own decisions and you didn’t need him to hover over the two of you.

Besides, you used to say with a soft smile, it’s Peter. You know Peter. He’s… he’s Peter. He’d never hurt me, pops.

But he did hurt you. He erased all the memories you had together—he completely wiped himself out of your life.

You loved him—and he had taken that away from you. 

“I love you,” you had whispered into him as you hugged him tight, a tear slipping down the corner of your misty eyes. Peter wrapped his arms around your waist and held you all the closer. “Come back to me, Peter. Or… or I swear to fucking God—I’ll find you myself and—” 

Your words died on your tongue as he surged forward and kissed you, hard and desperate. The kiss tasted of salt from your tears, of coppery blood from his throbbing, split lip. Neither of you cared.

You hiccupped a sob when he reluctantly pulled away, pressing one last kiss to your grimy forehead, before letting you go entirely. He turned before he could see you crumpling into MJ and Ned, who had roped you into a pained embrace, your shoulders trembling with wracking cries. 

That was five months ago. Five months after Strange wiped everybody’s memories of him.

He’d wanted to find you again—he really did. Obviously, you were an extremely busy person, not only being the oldest kid of Tony Stark, but also a genius student, a researcher, the heir of an entire company, and an older sibling to Morgan. But, if he was completely honest, he didn’t really know what to say.

Hey, I’m Peter Parker and I’m in love with you, but I never got the chance to tell you because this wizard that’s sort of a friend of your dad’s erased everyone’s memory of me because the multiverse broke and a bunch of bad guys from other universes slipped into ours because I ruined my friend’s chances of getting into their dream college—

Yeah. That wouldn’t really work out, would it?

So he put it off. 

Put it off for a week, which rolled into two, which became three, which became three months.

All of a sudden, it was summer, and he still hadn’t seen you. 

He made sure to go to the coffee shop MJ worked at, just to see how she and Ned were faring. From what he heard while he eavesdropped—they were doing great at MIT. 

Peter tried his best to keep up with you through those news articles that kept flashing him ads like You Wouldn’t Believe What This Celebrity Looks Like Without Makeup! or Learn All About Steve Rogers’ Exercise Routine! 

There wasn’t much that he could find about you, other than a couple pictures of you with your little sister, Morgan, chowing down on cheeseburgers at McDonald’s. After all, you’d always been a rather private person, which was the one jarring difference between you and your infamously public father. 

Your social medias were, expectedly, all privated. Peter doubted you’d accept his follow request, anyway.

It was an ordinary Tuesday—Peter had a shift at a car garage in a couple hours, which left him quite a bit of time to burn. He had ACDC softly playing in the background—a band that both you and your dad had been completely infatuated with—half a dozen books spread out around him as he multi-tasked studying new chemical compounds for his web fluid, and rotational mechanics for an upcoming exam. 

Then, much to his surprise, the doorbell rang. 

It’s probably the landlord, Peter thought with a grimace, thinking of the old woman who always had a cigarette between her coarse fingers, despite her own strict policy of no smoking in the building. He turned the music down to a low thrum, before swinging the door open.

And… there you were.

Peter could feel his heart drop to the floor.

You were… God, you were beautiful. There wasn’t much about you that changed—you got a new pair of glasses, he could see, and you’d cut your hair shorter. There was a tattoo peeking slightly out of your loose-hanging t-shirt etched over your skin, depicting a sketch of an arc reactor, in memory of your late father. 

Besides that, you were the very same. The same bright, intelligent eyes, the same lips that puckered ever so slightly to the side in thought, and the same brows that knitted together whenever you were concentrating. 

Your hands were shoved into your jeans as you cocked your head, studying him with narrowed eyes.

“Erm,” Peter started, mouth opening and closing as his brain struggled to comprehend that you were here. In the flesh. Fuck, you were gorgeous. “Wh… Y/N?”

Your eyebrow arched high up, closer to your hairline. “First name basis already, huh?”

“I’m—”

“You’re the Spiderling, aren’t you?” you asked abruptly, nearly giving him whiplash. Before he could say anything else, you were swiping your phone open, a hologram of a Youtube video playing right in front of his face. The video displayed Spider-Man swinging from building to building, stopping a car from ramming into an elderly woman crossing the street with nothing but brute strength. Peter didn’t even remember that happening. To him, that was just an ordinary day. “That must’ve been, what—like, thirty-five hundred pounds, about fifty miles an hour? Impressive.”

“Wh—”

You brushed past him into his tiny apartment. Peter cursed himself for not throwing away the pizza boxes stacked on his kitchen counter, and for leaving his sketches of web shooters out on his desk. 

A small smile graced your lips as you spotted the blue and red scrap fabrics discarded into the trash can. “Hm. You make your own suit? My dad did, too. God—are those goggles?” You picked up his vision goggles from his unmade bed, peering through them as you snorted in amusement. “How on earth do you see anything though these?”

“I—”

You turned to him with an intrigued grin. “I’m sure you already know who I am, seeing as you knew my dad. It’s nice to finally meet you, Spiderling.”

Peter blinked. The overwhelming sense of deja vu washed over him like a tidal wave—you were behaving eerily similar to when Mr. Stark had approached him to go to Germany back in 2016.

“I… how…”

“What’s your name?” you asked, gingerly stepping over his textbooks to stare at his pinboard, where his calendar hung. 

“Peter,” he finally mumbled in reply, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. “And it’s Spider-Man, not Spiderling. What are you doing here? I mean, not that I don’t want you here, but, uhm—how did you find me?”

You looked over your shoulder with a knowing glint to your eyes. “I keep tabs on everybody my dad used to work with. Honestly, it wasn't too difficult to track you down—given the radius of where Spider-Man usually frequents and his response times to local crimes, it was easy to pinpoint where you lived. After my AI ran a couple voice recognition tests and estimated bodily proportions, that led me right to you.” You leaned against his rickety wooden desk with a curious grin. “Thought you’d be a bit older, though. Looks like you’re around my age.”

“I… that’s… wow.”

Wrinkling your nose in amusement, you turned back to his full calendar. 

Peter prayed you wouldn’t flip over to your birthday month—he’d circled your birthday with bright red sharpie and drew loopy hearts all over the little square. Thankfully, you stopped skimming through, pausing at the relatively empty weeks where he had nothing planned other than a few work shifts.

“Looks like you’re free from school in a couple weeks,” you said. “I know this is really sudden and very abrupt of me, but—I’d love to offer you a job at Stark Labs. You must be crazy smart to design synthetic webs with a Young’s modulus that’s off the charts. Could really use that brain of yours at my company. Plus, you’ve got a lot of work experience in the bag.” 

There was a beat of silence. Peter stared at you with parted lips. 

A bit more timidly, you added on, “And… it’d be nice to work with someone that knew my dad.”

Well, Peter didn’t want to brag, but he’d definitely say that he didn’t only just know Tony Stark. But you didn’t need to know that right at this moment. 

“Yes,” he blurted out, a bit louder than necessary. “Are you kidding me? That’s… that’s amazing! Yeah, oh my God, I’d love to! Thank you!”

Before he could stop himself, his body moved out of pure muscle memory and excitement, stepping forward to wind his arms around you, squeezing you tightly. Your familiar perfume made his eyes well with tears—fuck, he missed you so fucking much.

“Oh—” you began to say, muscles tensing. “Okay, then. You’re welcome, pal.”

Rouge flushed hotly over his cheeks as he realized that you weren’t his significant other anymore—in your mind, this was the first time the two of you were meeting. Quickly, he let you go, backing away with a grimace. 

“Sorry,” he winced. “Sorry, I just—”

“Have we met before?” you asked, cutting him off. “I don’t know… it just feels like… nevermind. I’d probably remember a cute face like yours.” 

Peter’s face burned an even brighter shade of red. 

“Here’s my contact information. I’ll send you any contracts, NDAs, legality issues, dates for any research projects you might be interested in joining, payment negotiations, all that jazz,” you told him, placing a card onto his desk. “I look forward to working with you, Patrick.”

“Peter,” he corrected.

A smile played with the corner of your lips. “Right. Peter. Nice music taste, by the way. I love ACDC—I can see why my dad liked you so much.” 

With that, you ambled over his scattered belongings on the floor, flashing him one last beam, before striding straight out the door. 

Peter stared at the open doorway for a minute—or was it an hour? He really couldn’t tell. 

He collapsed into his bed, the goggles you’d dangled digging into his back. He arched up just enough to pull it away, clutching it to his chest with a goofy smile.

You found him. 

Against all odds, you’d found him.

Fuck, Peter loved you so much.

Telling you though—now that was a different story entirely. One that Peter knew was going to take time. 

But for you… 

He’d wait centuries.

[jooillusion]

🌸 I just remembered when you said Gunil would use Princess as a pet name for his S/O

So my ask is what petnames do you think xdh members would use??

Hope you have a good day hehe🫶

what ot6 calls their partner <3

warnings: none

i’m finally out of hibernation for like the 50th time and trying to gain my motivation to write back. i have sm ideas but absolutely no motivation to write 😭 so hopefully this fuels it and i hope you enjoy!!

꩜ G. GUNIL

↳ princess, darling

we’ve already established gunil calls you princess when he’s praising you but guys come on YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN CALLS DOESNT CALL HIS S/O DARLING OR. i feel like gunil is a little bit old school so darling would be right behind princess. loves spoiling his significant other, and because i’m delulu whenever he buys you something he’ll slip in a little “good choice darling :).”

extra(s): sunshine (definitely saying it’s bc of good morning sunshine ), baby, honey

꩜ K. JUNGSU

↳ angel, sweetheart

BIG BIG BIGGGGG angel and sweetheart guy. i can imagine when you too are having a date day, you and jungsu are holding hands while taking a troll around an amusement park. when you two go into a gift shop and he tells you “get anything you want angel.” and when you two are on a ride, he sees you’re obviously nervous and takes your hand in his, saying “don’t worry sweetheart, i got you.” (ignoring that one rtw episode)

extra(s): love bug, sweetie

꩜ K. JISEOK

↳ my girl, dreamgirl

i’ve discussed this before in my gamer bf!gaon, he calls his s/o my girl whenever he’s talking about you to his friends, he’s a lil possessive but he loves showing you off whenever he gets the chance :,). besides that, if you two are cuddling and talking about the timeline of your rl (you two would do this a whole bunch) he’d refer to you as his dreamgirl, and he’ll call you it for the rest of the week.

extra(s): babe, baby, princess

꩜ O. SEUNGMIN

↳ cutie, beautiful

seungmin definitely loves to worship and praise his lover like i do not know how much i can stress this like have you seen this man’s bubble account? definitely knows how to cheer you up when you’re feeling down, “what’s wrong cutie? do you need anything?” AHHHHHH and likes calling you beautiful when because it gets you all flustered and he loves it.

extra(s): doll, sweetheart, lovely

꩜ H. HYEONGJUN

↳ pretty, flower

hyeongjun is such a sweetie omg :,(. likes to take cute little pictures of his s/o on a digital camera to save every single memory that you two share. “do another pose for me, pretty.” “come on pretty, let’s go.” it has you kicking your feet inside. it’ll really have you kicking your feet when he takes a picture of you and he call you his “pretty flower.”

extra(s): babe, your own name (he loves it sm :,))

꩜ L. JOOYEON

↳ my love, hun

like jiseok, i can imagine jooyeon being possessive but chill at the same time, so when he is affectionate it surprises you. since you guys see each other only about three times a week, so when he picked you up in an embrace whenever you see each other, “it’s been too long, my love.” and it’s only been a few days, it catches you way off guard. he’d intentionally stare into your eyes, down at your lips, then back into your eyes while you’re talking and it’d make you stutter, in which he smiles and asks, “you okay, hun?”

extra(s): my lady, babe, your own name

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

[fairykazu]

20191009 i like her ft. kazuha ⊹ ࣪ ˖

cws: feminine terms are used but reader is referred as gn terms, highschool au, mutual pining, fluff, angst, parental issues, implied chiscara, mild profanity

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it’s around eleven-something and lunch has started, you and kazuha were laying on a blanket near the rooftops of school. kazuha brought up when a fight broke out between childe and scaramouche, something about childe being too close to scaramouche’s personal space. the wind was blowing gently as you laughed, perching on one of your hands, “kazuha, they have to be into each other.”

kazuha noticed as you laughed, you shivered. he leaned a little closer, zipping you up, “you’re right, star.”

star was a nickname that kazuha gave to you in freshman year when you were rightfully upset about your mother telling that with your grades, you would never grow up to be successful as she is and only to become a random man’s housewife earning nothing other than chores that would pile up.

flashback

after the talk with your mother, you told her you’ll be studying at your friend’s house and she let out a sigh of relief, “thank god, you’re getting your shit together.”

you tried not to react to the words you have heard before squeezing your lips into a fine line, “good bye, mother.” leaving out of the door just before hearing your mother’s goodbyes, the weight of your anxiety pooling in your stomach never left but it gradually lightened, texted kazuha.

kazuha, omw !!

kazuha answers just as fast, huh?

wait is it because of “😡💀☹️”?

yes :’(

okay, ill see you there

what? you thought as you hesrd loud panting and footsteps coming your way. his silver hair sticking to his forehead, “oh! name, there you are. lets go to my house.” he was hunched over kind of like a pretzel, breaking in a sweat.

“kazuha???” you said, confused. your eyebrows knitted together.

walking towards to the porch where you sat, standing up straight. the silver haired boy was lending you a hand, “c’mere, you can tell me everything about your mom. as well as, it’s a friday, you can tell her you’ll sleep over too. i know she hates boys hanging with you but-” he lifted his hair. “with this i can pass off as a girl.”

you laughed, a bit of your anxiety disappearing. beunknownst to you, kazuha smiled a little, happy to see that he helped you to cheer up. you cant really disagree with him not when he’s looking at you with puppy eyes. really, the archons didnt disappoint with his features. “okay.” you replied, taking his hand.

“so, your mom said malicious words to you again?” kazuha said. the both of you sat in his living room, under the blanket and pillow fort he made. as the yellow blanket “ceiling” was falling, you sniffled, “yes..”

he grabbed your hands, looking directly into your eyes. “i love your family, name. but, she’s wrong. even though, you do struggle academically—”

“hey!” you interrupted, yanking his hands away from you. he apologizes instantly,

“im sorry but let me finish.”

you paused, moving your finger in a circle, signaling him to get to the point.

“thank you. you are much more than your grades, name. you’re like a star amongst the skies. every star is different, i just know you would excel at your dreams just as easy as this.” he snapped his fingers.

you started to chuckle a little as kazuha shot you a look saying that he could obviously snap his fingers and to stop laughing.

you covered your mouth.

well, he tried. he snapped again but only made a really sad and disappointing friction sound between his index and his thumb. similar to when you use a lighter but you have to ignite it five times before it works. he gets flustered, “you get what i mean right?”

you exhaled a laugh, your face was a little red from laughing and being flustered at once. “yeah, i do.”

flashback ended

you slapped his shoulder playfully, nearly erupting in giggles, “kazuha?”

“yeah?” he turned to look at you. huh? in this lighting, kazuha is kind of… no, you can’t have a crush on him again. it wouldnt end well and plus, he mentioned that he likes someone. actually, you overheard it when kazuha was talking to beidou and ningguang.

“kazuha, if you really like them, you would confess.” beidou? you think it was beidou’s voice, it was slightly more deep.

“no, i dont want to ruin our friendship. besides, i dont think they like me that way too. im content just being with them.” kazuha’s voice for sure. it was gentle and soft… usually. but his voice is filled to the brim with anxiety.

a more feminine voice replied, comforting kazuha. you assumed it was ningguang. “kaedehara, ive seen the way they look at you.”

“theyre probably looking at someone else.”

“ok, bro.”

“name?” kazuha called your name at least five times but yet you were staring off the distance. made him feel kind of self conscious. did they notice my hair is fading out? he tapped on your shoulder, “name??”

“oh sorry. do you think scaramouche and childe explored each other’s bodies?”

kazuha coughed loudly, his sunkissed face exploded in hues of reds, “what makes you say that?”

“its the way childe treats scaramouche like he’s worthy and how scaramouche looks at childe. like scaramouche’s eyes softens and everything.”

“really?” kazuha asked, subconsciously leaning closer to you.

you scrunched up your nose, “yeah?” noticing how close kazuha was and how soft his hair looks, how his eyes seems to glimmer in the afternoon sunlight and—

oh.

oh shit.

you pulled a little bit back, “doesn’t the weather seem nice today?”

weak excuse…

kazuha turned away from you, “youre right. usually it would be cloudy today.”

“yeah!”

“yeah.”

[mayaluvzyou]

Birdsong

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: mild swearing, FLUFFY FLUFF ‼️, the slightest itty bitty implied sexual content ever if you squint

Summary: just a lil fic about a nice morning as Eddie's partner 🫶🫶 not proofread bc I'm lazy

It wasn't rare for you to wake up before Eddie did. He's a heavy sleeper, to be fair.

Yes, you'd admire him in his state of pure slumber almost every time, but this morning was different. Why? You had no idea. His hair was in its usual, messy form, spread out along the pillow underneath his head. His position looked as if he was falling out of a three story window, but that was an average sleeping position for him, so what made this different?

It clicked.

Eddie almost never slept with the blinds open. You had not a clue why. But, since it was vomit-inducingly hot out this week, he decided to keep them and the window open for the night, and when the warmth of morning came, golden sunlight was able to spill through the blinds. It illuminated and highlighted his features so well, it was almost angelic. He was absolutely gorgeous.

You sat there, admiring his everything. His tiny freckles that only showed in the summertime, his few birthmarks that were near invisible unless you got close, his surprisingly very small amount of scars that had turned a pale beige after healing. This was heaven, and you were sure of it.

After realizing how long you'd been staring at your sleeping boyfriend, he stirred a little bit, eventually regaining his consciousness in a groggily fashion.

"How could people hate such a pretty guy?" You asked yourself internally, watching the way Eddie noticed your soft gaze on himself.

He smiled.

You smiled.

A moment of hearing nothing but the birdsong outside the window and the quiet sound of trees rustling, Eddie practically ambushed you with a large hug, earning a squeal of nothing but happiness and endearment to emerge from your lips.

He pulled you down onto him, arms wrapped around your back tightly as you made a poor attempt at wriggling out of his grip. It was no use. At one point, you did calm down a little, chin resting on his Motörhead t-shirt clad chest as you gave another smile. A much softer one.

Eddie's smile hadn't left for a nanosecond, though it did shift into more of a smirk you knew all too well. He tugged you up his chest a bit, your face almost level with his as he peppered loving kisses all over your face, leaving absolutely no spot 'unsmooched' as Eddie put it.

"I fuckin'.. love.. waking up.. with.. you." He muttered, kissing bits of your face-- which now had a red hue seeping into it-- in between every few words.

After what seemed like a decade, Eddie put his lips to rest, pulling away from your blushing mess of a face. The two of you had been dating for almost two years now, and you swear you'll never not get flustered at his affection.

"What're you thinkin' about, sweetheart?" He asked, the rasp in his low morning voice causing a slight pool of heat to form in your lower stomach. Not to ruin the morning (not like Eddie would mind one bit), you brushed the feeling aside, noticing how you'd been staring at him once more.

"Nothing... Just your face n' how pretty it is." Your voice was silvery to his ears.

"Hey- I'm a very rugged and masculine manly man, and I expect to be referred to as such." He retored with the most obviously faux anger you'd ever heard. It was so bad to the point where Eddie ended up breaking character, snorting out a laugh.

"God, you're such a loser." You spoke with a playful slap to his chest with the back of your hand.

"Correction; your loser. And just maybe a loser you'd kiss right about now...?" His voice went up into more of a squeaky with that last part as he bit back another stupid smile.

"Hmm..." Placing a to pad of your finger to your chin, feigning contemplation, you hummed out a response. "Yes." You finished quickly, his hand immediately finding your jaw, pulling you into a kiss sweet enough to cause cavities.

Seconds passed, his lips still glued to yours. It was until you giggled at how long he'd been kissing you that he broke off.

Eddie seemed silent after it. Happy, but silent. His gaze shifted from the open window to you a few times before permanently resting his still sleepy gaze on your face as if to speak again.

"Prettier than the birdsong."

[covenofthearticulate]

In relation to your hectic day/week...

How would a Vampire Chronicles Highschool work? Give us your headcanons, oh wise one full of experience, angst and pain 🙌

OH GOD lmfao I mean listen this could go one of two ways...

if we're talking like...the vampires as actual high school teens then I imagine the cliques could be broke down into: Lestat and Armand, the two theatre kids who also bring drama into every situation off the stage (Lestat is cast as the lead in every school production meanwhile Armand is the iron-fisted AD on every show). They have absolutely fucked in the nasty green room backstage.

Louis is the definition of work hard, play hard. He's the kid in 5 AP classes who is insufferable in the classroom because he's smarter than everyone else and knows it, but you run into him occasionally at a house party and he's blackout drunk and everyone is...slightly concerned for his safety.

Daniel is also at said parties a lot— there's a rumor he deals drugs (weed, adderall, you name it) but he actually just likes to hang around parties because he's a weirdo and is endlessly fascinated listening to all the stories his drunk classmates tell him.

Then you've got Marius the Upper Classman who has been captain of debate club the last 4 years and got a full-ride scholarship to an Ivy League school. He is incapable of shutting up about his ex-girlfriend and has on numerous occasions gotten his classmates to pass his paper notes across the entire classroom to her.

OOORRRR...

Louis who teaches senior year Honors English for the serious nerds— his curriculum is somehow more intense than the state requirements and his grading his rigorous, but his class is still incredibly popular because his lectures are intriguing and the kids are so nosy because they're pretty sure he's dating the drama teacher. They make a game out of trying to figure out whether or not they're together— one kids SWEARS he saw them kissing in the teacher's lounge, but when a different kid had the courage to outright ask him, Louis claimed that "I hate that man." and no one could tell whether or not he was being sarcastic so it's still up for debate.

Armand is the cool art teacher who always has a bunch of kids in his room during lunch and after school. The art room is always open to anyone, and he is fiercely protective of it. One time the drama teacher asked to borrow some supplies to help decorate their set for the upcoming show and Armand straight up said "no" LMAO

(they still fuck in the nasty backstage green room though.)

And then you've got Marius the history teacher, obviously, who does that thing where he'll teach a lesson and try to make a reference to pop culture, but it never sticks, so then he ends up oversharing about his personal life as a weird roundabout way to connect to the lecture and it gets kinda weird but the kids still love him because he is still very prone to flattery so it's not too hard to pass his class.

And lastly, Daniel who teaches freshman English and also takes on the Yearbook class. He's nowhere near as tough of a grader as his colleagues— as long as the story has heart, he lets it pass. One student swears they saw him leaving the art room covered in paint and hickeys. When asked directly, Mr. Molloy got all flustered and blushy, but when Armand was asked he looked that kid dead in the eyes and gave him 5 seconds to sit back down in his seat and mind his business, or else he won't be so kind.

[tarabyte3]

I Want You to Show Me Weak

Fandom: Andor

Pairing: Kino Loy/F!Reader

Chapter 14/27 (3.3k words)

->start at chapter 1<-

<- Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 ->

Summary: You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

Warnings: Explicit rating, Smut, Prison, Prison sex, minor non-graphic injuries, Dom/Sub, sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, light choking, unprotected sex, oral, angst, orgasm denial, humiliation, slut shaming, references to domestic abuse

A/N: I hope everyone had a lovely, peaceful holiday weekend. I severely underestimated how much of my time and effort my family Christmas gatherings would take up, but I did it 😅 Heads up about a new, minor warning. Work title is from "Poison" by Vaults. Chapter title is from "I Wanna Be Adored" by The Raveonettes. Chapter links above.

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Chapter 14 - I don't need to sell my soul, he's already in me. I wanna be adored.

The next morning, you're lying on your bed, your hands pressed flat against your temples, with both elbows sticking up, and you're trying to convince yourself you can make it through today. That you can focus and be normal and not moan every time you see Kino. You can behave. Because you need to be focused. Like, desperately need every ounce of focus to not fuck up.

That's how Alis finds you when sticks his head around the wall and into your cell.

"Hey, you find out anything more about Vage for Taybus?"

You groan loudly and let your hands slide to your face. "No! I'm a terrible friend." You peek over at him from between your fingers. "Did you?"

"Yeah." He moves so he's leaning against the wall in the opening of your cell. "I found out he likes holonovels and racing speeders."

"Oh," you flop your arms down, "is that where he got that?"

"Nope," Alis shakes his head, amused. "Bro found that out all on his own. I didn't get the chance to tell him because he was already chatting him up. So I've basically done nothing either."

"Well, damn." You sit up and swing your legs over the side of your bed. "Maybe we don't have to do shit anymore. Maybe he's got this."

Alis sniffles and pretends to wipe a tear away. "Our little man is growing up so fast."

You chuckle. "It helps that Vage is obviously totally into him. You saw that, too, right?"

"Yep. Lit up like a communications panel when I said his name."

"And from his place at Table 1, who is directly beyond me in his line of sight? The little shit. It's a slam dunk."

"He really is an idiot and I'm so proud of him."

You both stare at each other for a moment. You know exactly what he's thinking because you're thinking the same thing and you're both waiting for the other one to say it in a weird game of chicken. So of course you cave first.

"Wanna bet how long it takes before they're messing around at the other end of the hall?"

"You know I do!" He bounces on his feet in excitement. "Nine days. He's shy. It'll take him a bit to work up the courage to make a move, and then a few days to get past kissing and holding hands."

You jump up from your bed and slide onto your bench. "Four days." You grin mischievously.

"Four? No way. You're dreaming." He shakes his head and looks down the hall.

"Yes, four." You lean forward to make your case. "Because Taybus isn't going to make the first move. Vage is. He's the more confident and experienced one. He's been eyeing Taybus for a while. He's gonna stick his tongue down his throat tonight or tomorrow night, and then his hand in his pants a day or two after that. And Taybus will happily let him take the lead because he's never done this before, he has it bad for him, and Taybus is gonna be the passive one in that relationship."

Alis sighs as he mulls your points over. Then he throws his head back with a, "Fuck! You're probably fucking right, god damnit."

"I know I am," you grin. "What do I get when I win?"

"Now, hold on. IF you win, thank you. Taybus's inexperience could still slow them down."

"Okay, IF I inevitably win like I'm going to."

Alis rolls his eyes, but thinks for a minute. "We don't really have anything to bet, do we?"

"We really don't," you sigh.

"It's gotta be a wager of action, then. How about…if you win, I gotta walk naked from the showers all the way to the other end of the locker room."

"Okay, okay, promising start. Very embarrassing, continue."

"And if I win, you gotta walk up and kiss Kino in the hallway."

You hesitate. "Kino won't like that."

"No risk, no deal. Besides, weren't you just overly confident you would win anyway?"

"Yeah, but…he would be really upset with me. I don't want to make him angry." You recoil, unsure, and Alis gives you a calculating look.

"Okay, then how about if I win, you tell me what the fuck is up with you two. Is he controlling or something?'

"No!" You protest. Probably too quickly because Alis looks even more concerned and suspicious. "I swear it isn't like that! Though," you wince, "I can see how it looks from the outside."

"My sister dated this real piece of work that…" Alis winces, "that hurt her." Then his voice becomes serious and intense, which are things you've never heard from him. "You promise me you're okay." You feel touched that he cares so much about you.

"Alis," you look directly into his eyes and give him the most sincere expression you're capable of. "I promise you, Kino would NEVER hurt me or do anything without my consent. He could never be that person. He's a good man. I trust him completely and without hesitation. I am okay."

"Good." He relaxes and nods. "I believe you."

"Good."

"So it's some dominant and submissive thing, then."

You stiffen and look at him in alarm. "I never said that," you hiss.

"You didn't have to. You forget, I got around out there. I've experienced the galaxy. I've seen some shit, is what I'm saying," he says, amused.

"Okay, I get it! Keep your voice down!" You say in a harsh whisper and look around to make sure no one is listening.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. Not my thing, but it's pretty normal. I get it." He shrugs, unphased. "Makes sense with you two anyway."

"Yeah, well, I don't think most people are as experienced as you are, Alis, and they fucking wouldn't." You're trying not to freak out because he's being casual about it, but also, that's one of your biggest secrets. And you've been anxious someone would find out someday and be disgusted with you or that it would ruin how they look at you. That it would ruin the imitation of a life you've built in here. So you can't help but react with panic.

"Fair. Can't imagine Sorrek wrapping his head around that," he chuckles. "Though I bet you he and his wife were a little freaky. Like, he's gotta be intense in bed, right?"

"Probably, and also I refuse to think about Sorrek sexually." You give him a nauseated look and suddenly feel empathy for Taybus. "Did you know he used to be a fighter?"

"Yeah. You didn't?" He looks surprised.

"No! Kino told me. I teased him about being afraid Sorrek would kick his ass."

"Oh, I don't blame him for being afraid." Alis winces. "I thought he genuinely might when you were so upset." He pauses to think for a minute. "Wait, why were you so upset, then? What was up with that?"

"It was a misunderstanding," is all you say.

"What the fuck does that mean?" He whispers. "Taybus made the spanking comment and you freaked. I'm starting to think he wasn't that far off."

"Fine," you sigh. "He thought we, you know, had something and I'm a fucking idiot and thought he hated me. So he…did some things that, uh, well…"

"Oohh, he thought you were into it and you weren't."

"Oh no, I was still very into it, which was the worst part. Imagine really wanting to fuck someone and you think they hate you and are trying to humiliate you for it."

Alis lets out a long, stunned, heavy exhale. "Damn."

"Yeah."

"Okay, I get it now."

"He apologized and told me it would never happen again. And it wouldn't have happened in the first place if he'd realized." You sigh and shake your head. "You know, I swore none of you would ever find out about this and that I would never talk about it. Ever. Because the truth is a lot different to accept than finding out we're a thing. But it's actually a relief getting it out."

"Hey, man. I'm glad." He punches you lightly on the shoulder. "I won't say shit to anyone and it doesn't weird me out, I promise. I have done and had friends into some actual wild shit. Takes a lot more than that to crush my delicate sensibilities."

"I honestly thought Threl would corner me first. I can see his wheels turning up there all the time. At the very least, he knows I like it when Kino gets worked up, but I don't think he's connected any dots yet. Hell, I don't know if he would. Like maybe this is too far out of the realm of his experience, I don't know."

"Mine were turning, too, I'm just better at subtlety." He grins. "Kind of wondered if that wasn't what was going on from day one."

"I should have known," you laugh. "You wanna know something kind of sad?"

"What's that?"

"Even taking everyone I knew before this hellhole into consideration, I think you might be the best friend I've ever had." You grin at him, but still blush in embarrassment at the admission. "You get me."

"Wanna hear something just as sad? You're probably mine, too. Most of my friends were assholes, but in a shitty way. You're an asshole in a good way. I'm really glad you're stuck slowing my ass down."

"Hey! It's not my fault you're freakishly fast!" You slap him on the arm.

"Ow! Careful with the goods, lady!" He recoils playfully. "Seriously though, I finally have someone in here that can keep up with my wit and appreciate my hilarious jokes."

"Keep up with? Please. You wish you were as hilarious as me."

"Being hilarious by accident doesn't count."

"I take it back, you're the worst friend." You glare at him.

"You love me." He nudges you with his elbow.

"Maybe, but you're on thin ice."

"I thrive on thin ice, baby!"

You roll your eyes at him and the two of you settle into a companionable silence, looking down the hallway to watch everyone else talking and getting ready. Threl and Jevid are a cell down having a conversation that makes Threl chuckle, and his deep rich laugh makes you smile. Someone from Table 6 is talking to Edii and Sorrek, though Sorrek seems to be doing most of the responding. Taybus is missing and you hope that means he already went to see Vage.

"Soo," Alis says casually, breaking the silence, "you get laid yet?"

"Oh my god," you whine, "no! I'm about to lose my god-damned mind, dude."

"What's he waiting for? Marriage?" You give him a panicked, horrified look. "I'm kidding! Terrible joke, sorry," he laughs. "Seriously, though, what's his hold up?"

"If I knew, I would have done something about it. Or died trying. Like, don't get me wrong," you lean in and say in a half whisper, "I'm still getting my shit rocked every night."

"Hell yeah!" He holds his hand up for a high five, and you slap his hand with a smug grin.

"I told you about Lene, right? The girl I was with before I got locked up in here?"

"The one you were going to propose to, but caught with your friend, and I casually asked what planet she was on and definitely not because I was gonna stink bomb her place and put fish guts in her vents. Yeah, you mentioned her."

Alis laughs, "That's her. Before that, though, I really wanted to get everything right, you know? Like, I always wanted things to be special and to put in effort because I wanted it to last. Maybe that's what he's doing. Waiting for the right moment or something."

"Hmmm." You try to imagine Kino fretting over how to make you happy. Fretting over making things special just because they involve you. You wonder if there's a future he thinks about that includes you. It's a lovely, painful thought because you don't know how you would feel if there wasn't. "You think?"

"I don't know, but I got nothing else. Otherwise dude has willpower of steel."

From halfway down the hall you hear Kino yell out, "Alright everyone, let's move! Time to line up!"

"You have no fucking idea," you say as you push yourself down from your bench. "It's a blessing and a curse." You keep close and your voice lowered as you both go to stand in line. "But if we get first today and I, by some miracle, keep my mouth shut and behave, I think my chances are finally decent." Kino's words the night before echo in your mind.

"Say no more, girl, I got you."

The morning goes by smoothly. Table 7 and Table 3 pass first place back and forth for a while. You think you might have a chance, even while you, Alis, and Threl grill details from Taybus about Vage, and he describes the plot of some holonovel about a murder mystery for an hour. It's either too crazy to be plausible, or Taybus is really bad at remembering details. Either way, it entertains all of you for a bit. You and Alis don't even poke holes in the plot to irritate Taybus.

Finally, you ask, "So, have you kissed him yet?"

"No," he mutters as he blushes.

"No rush, man, do what feels right." Alis glances at you with a grin, pleased with himself.

"But I want to!" Taybus whines. You give Alis a bigger grin and he scowls back at you.

"Get him to kiss you," you offer innocently.

"How?? I don't know how to do that!" He says helplessly.

"Okay, here's what you do." You make sure your hands are still tightening bolts and moving as you talk. You really can't afford to let Table 3 widen their lead, even if you want to set Taybus up for success. "Make sure you stand a little closer to him. Make it intimate. And don't cross your arms! Leave yourself open. If you're sitting, make sure your knees are turned towards him, like he has your full attention. Like you're drawn to him and you want to be a little closer. Look at him like he's the only person in the galaxy. As if everything he says is the most interesting thing you've ever heard." You hit the top of your joint to let Jevid know you're done. "Smile shyly on occasion and look at his lips when he talks. And blush! Make yourself think about him kissing or touching you if you have to, that will get you all flustered. That's all you gotta do."

"That's…actually excellent advice." Threl says without looking up.

"What can I say? I know how to flirt." You wink at Taybus, who looks a little overwhelmed.

"That's all? That's a lot!" He neary shrieks and stands there, staring at you.

"Keep moving! Lock the joint." You point down at his wrench and he fumbles as he gets back to work. "Also, no it's not. It's all the things you want to do naturally anyway, you just don't because you're nervous. Just follow your instincts."

"She's right, bro." Alis sounds disappointed and you try not to laugh. "All of that will work."

"How do you know?" He pouts and Edii slaps the part.

"Clear!"

You take a step back and sigh. "Because he's into you, dude!"

Taybus blinks at you in shock as the center of the table moves and lifts the next piece. "What?"

"He's so into you." Alis agrees. "You're the one he was checking out."

"He looks at you a lot. I see him." Edii nods. "You are worried for nothing."

You give Edii a thankful, knowing look. Then you watch Taybus's face change from panic and insecurity to disbelief.

"Oh." He says quietly.

"Yeah. That feeling right there is overwhelming, huh?" You remember sitting down on your bed in shock when you realized Kino wanted you.

"Yeah. It is." A goofy smile spreads across his face. "But it's nice."

"Feel better?" You smirk as you wait for Alis to fetch the arm part.

"Yeah. Thank you." He beams at you. "Do you do all that stuff with Kino?"

"Uuuhhhhh." You aren't prepared for the focus to suddenly shift onto you. "Kind of? I don't really have to flirt unless it's tactical," you clear your throat uncomfortably. "He knows I'm into him.."

"Yeah he does," Alis snickers.

"Hush, you, and hold the arm still, the hole keeps moving." Which just causes him to laugh harder. "Alis!" You scold. "I'm serious! I can't get it in." You immediately groan and the rest of the table erupts into laughter at that. Even Edii is smiling in amusement.

"Dude, I'm trying, you just gotta be faster at getting it in." They all laugh even harder.

"Ha ha, you're all very mature men." You roll your eyes. "I expect it from the rest of them, but this betrayal cuts deep, Sorrek."

"It was funny," he shrugs.

"Edii is the only one of you not annoying me right now."

"Thank you."

"No, thank you for actually working so we can get first place."

"I'm working!" Taybus protests. Then he opens his mouth to add something else, but instead his expression falls. "Kino incoming."

"Shit. He look pissed?" You whisper, concerned, but trying to stomp down your excitement as well.

"No." He rushes to get to work on the part.

You help Alis set the piece into position just as you can feel Kino behind you. Not directly behind you. Maybe two steps back. You wait for him to say something, but he doesn't. He just watches quietly while you struggle to stay focused and do everything perfectly. Ignore him ignore him ignore him oh god ignore him.

Several minutes pass and he still hasn't spoken or moved. You know he hasn't, even as you fight the urge to glance back at him to prove yourself right. You also know that he knows you're aware of him. And how could you not be? Not after last night. Not after what he said. Your wrench slips and you curse as you fit it back over the bolt.

Oh, you realize. He's trying to fluster you. Well, you think as you help your table lift the finished product to take to the cart, it's not going to work. Probably. At the very least, he's going to have to try harder than that.

On your way back to your spot, you finally meet his eyes as your heart speeds up because it's Kino. He's right there, and he's untouchable. He stares at you impassively. So you let your gaze drop to the front of his pants and quickly lick your lips, then look back up to his face just before you take your position. As you work, whenever you bend over to grab a tool or reach across the table, you stick your ass out further than necessary until he mercifully moves on.

Two can play that game.

As you're walking to the bathroom during a break, you catch his eye across the room and give him a suggestive smile. Then you disappear without waiting for a reaction. Either he follows you, or he doesn't but he's thinking about you as he stalks around. It's a win for you either way, you tell yourself. You'll be okay with either outcome, you think.

He doesn't show.

And you're fine as you head back to your table. You're fine as he doesn't meet your eyes on your way back. You're fine that he only passes by behind you so you have to look around for him if you want to see him, only to be met with the back of his head.

He's still trying to fluster you and it's not working. It's not! You're fine.

Because why would Kino not want you to get first place?

A/N: Boy, I bet you were all expecting a much different chapter, huh? 😏😇

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[slasherhaven]

Slashers reaction to the reader referring to them as their boyfriend/partner to other people for the first time?

The Slashers reacting to their S/O referring to them as their Boyfriend/Girlfriend to other people for the first time:

Thomas Hewitt

It was no secret that you and Tommy were together, always by each other’s side, acting lovesick. 

Luda May wasn’t shy about voicing your relationship, already referring to you as Thomas’ partner and to Thomas as your boyfriend, she already had her mind set on a future of weddings and grandbabies. 

Her talk had always made the two of you flustered and embarrassed, neither of you really confirming her claims of your relationship.

You had been down at the gas station with Luda May and Thomas, she had asked Thomas to come to help move some crates and you had already been there to help her watch the place.

A group of travellers had pulled in, getting some gas and stocking up on snacks.

Being a friendly and trustworthy face, you were sent out to greet them and ask if they needed assistance. Thomas had been lifting another crate and had looked over to you, always protective over you, especially when it came to strangers. Eventually one of the men had commented on Tommy’s staring as he worked, scoffing to himself.

“Oh, that’s Tommy, my boyfriend. He’s just a little protective, you never know the type you might run into ‘round here” you reassured them with a smile, fully knowing that it was the Hewitt family that nobody wanted to run into around here.

Of course, Thomas overheard you, and your declaration instantly made him blush, quickly busying himself with his work again.

He’s overjoyed though, hearing you refer to him as your boyfriend, sounding so proud of him, he loved you so much and each day you convinced him that you felt the same. He also likes that these strangers know that you’re together.

Michael Myers

You were seeing some friends and Michael had gotten bored, heading out to find you and continue with his usual stalker shenanigans since he seems to enjoy stalking you when he’s bored and you’ve left him at home. He saw you talking to some of your friends, you were saying goodbye.

They had tried to get you to stay a little longer but you had smiled, telling them that you had to get home to your boyfriend. Of course they had demanded to finally meet this mysterious boyfriend but you shook your head at them before heading home, where Michael would already be when you arrived.

So, you had been referring to him as your boyfriend to your friends for a little while...he isn’t going to bring it up, he’ll act like he never heard it, like he was at home this whole time.

He won’t say anything but he ponders it for a moment, if that’s how you want to refer to him...he’s more than okay with that. Maybe more okay with it than he would admit to himself.

Jason Voorhees

You had gone on a walk through the woods and had wandered into the old camp. You hadn’t been aware of intruders but accidently stumbled upon a group of trespassers who had just arrived and where getting bags out of their car.

The group had turned to you, surprised but friendly. You, on the other hand, panicked a little, knowing you shouldn’t interact with them too much. Jason would be coming to deal with them some time soon. 

“Uh sorry...I was just looking for my boyfriend...bye!” you practically ran off, back towards the cabin, knowing that Jason would want you to be somewhere safe and out of the way. 

Jason had seen it all from his hidden spot in the trees. At first he had been worried when you stumbled upon the group, worried that you would get hurt or something.

But his heart fluttered when he heard you referring to him as your boyfriend, liking the way it sounded and how it made him feel.

You had been staying with him for a while now and the two of you had become close, certainly entering a more romantic relationship. But that was the first time you had used the title, and you had done so with so much ease.

Yes, he was your boyfriend, and he adored you.

Brahms Heelshire

You and Brahms were certainly dating, at least he definitely thought so and believed that you did too.

The delivery boy had come with your most recent grocery delivery, and you had answered the door. 

The two of you were chatting for a while, slowly irritating Brahms, who was sure that the delivery boy had a thing for you.

You had never really thought the delivery boy liked you but he was getting friendlier lately and you knew how much it bothered Brahms, so you had just casually slipped in some talk about your boyfriend (not mentioning Brahms’ name of course), just to get the point across to both of them.

The delivery boy had always been friendly and that had always made Brahms a little jealous but now that the man knows that you have a boyfriend, Brahms feel more confident that he won’t try anything and it makes him just a little less jealous.

Brahms is looking pretty smug when you close the front door and he comes to greet you, you barely have the chance to roll your eyes at him before he’s pulling you into a kiss. 

You can’t help but smile fondly at how proud and happy he seems with his new title.

Bo Sinclair

You and Bo had been getting closer, what you had definitely wasn’t ‘casual’ but neither of you had really talked about it. Bo didn’t like talking about that kind of stuff and you didn’t want to bring it up and put him in a bad mood. 

It was fine...until a group of visitors arrived in Ambrose.

It wouldn’t be the first time that a woman had flirted with Bo and he had allowed it, even flirted back to lull the strangers into a false sense of security. This would be the first time it made you jealous and you had every right to feel that way.

The flirtatious woman had laid it on fairly thick, Bo had only chuckled but hadn’t really returned the flirtations. You appreciated that but you still wished he would just tell her to stop or be a little less encouraging. You understood, you just didn’t like it.

Bo was looking at their car while you went to tell the group what was going on, telling them that ‘your boyfriend was just checking their car and should be done soon, he’s very good at his job’. You saw how the woman pulled a face at that, which satisfied you at least a little.

Bo had already been on his way over and had overheard how you had referred to him, making him smirk to him, both because of the title but also because of your jealousy. 

Now, he just had to mess with you.

He walked over, announcing that their car needed a new fan-belt as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his side.

You knew that he was being extra obvious in front of the woman, probably more to mess with you than anything, and you knew that he was going to tease you for this later on...but at least he was showing off your relationship in front of these strangers.

Vincent Sinclair 

When visitors to Ambrose came by, Vincent would watch from a distance (especially when it came to you, just to make sure you were safe). 

He’d listen to conversation he could catch, and he was currently listening to you speaking with the group about their car that they needed help with.

“Sure, I’ll just get my boyfriend, Vincent, to go pick up your car” you told the group politely with a smile.

Vincent was taken back by how you referred to him as your boyfriend, and how you did it so causally. He wondered if you knew he was listening, that he could hear you.

Obviously the two of you had gotten very close as of late, sharing more than a couple romantic moments, but you had never brought up the topic.

It’s fair to say that Vincent is a little flustered when he next sees you but you had truly made his day, made his week even.

Lester Sinclair

You were in Ambrose when a pair of strangers walked into the garage, telling you that their car broke down and some guy gave them a lift into down, saying that his brother owned the garage. 

“I’m guessing it was my boyfriend who gave you a ride” you chuckled fondly, obviously knowing that it was Lester but keeping up some sort of act. 

“Yeah, he did” Lester beamed proudly as he walked into the garage behind the pair. 

You blushed a little, getting a little flustered by getting caught referring to him as your boyfriend, not that he seemed to mind.

When he heard the way you referred to him, it just put a huge smile on his face. He kind of knew that he was your boyfriend but this was the first time you had actually said it.

He greeted you warmly, pulling you into a hug and kissing your cheek, still beaming. It was sweet really. If Bo had seen, he probably would have gagged.

Bubba Sawyer

The brothers had been bickering and arguing, which was nothing new. Of course, you had started to defend Bubba, since he was pretty unconfrontational.

Drayton had scoffed and complained about you defending Bubba. 

You had just responded with “well, he is my boyfriend”, without even thinking about it.

Nobody else (other than Bubba) was surprised by the word ‘boyfriend’. Just rolling their eyes at you and continuing with their bickering.

Bubba had the biggest smile on his face.

He accepts his new position as your boyfriend instantly. Yes, he is your boyfriend and he loves you so much.

He just gets a little giddy and wants to give and receive a lot of affection from you after that.

Billy Lenz 

You had been on the phone with a friend. They had invited you out for the evening but you had politely declined, telling them that you were spending the night in with your boyfriend.

Of course, Billy had been listening in on the conversation, and as soon as you referred to him as your boyfriend he was grinning like an idiot.

It was more than obvious that the two of you were in fact dating, you just hadn’t put a name on it and Billy hadn’t really thought to do so. He felt like you had just made the relationship official, but he was more giddy at the thought of other people knowing that he was your boyfriend, that you would talk about him so fondly to your friends.

As soon as you put the phone down, Billy is on you, wrapping you up in his embrace, making you giggle as you returned the gesture, wondering what had gotten into him.

“I’m your boyfriend” he stated proudly, grinning from ear to ear before peppering your face with kisses, making you giggle again.

“Yes you are” you agreed fondly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

You were at Asa’s home when you got a phone call from a friend, asking if you wanted to hang out that evening but you already had plans with Asa. And that’s what you told them.

“Sorry, I’m spending the evening with my boyfriend” you told them, smiling when they complained about not having met your boyfriend yet.

As soon as you hung up, Asa appeared next to you, holding out a drink for you. You couldn’t help but get a little flustered, knowing he had heard and also knowing that you hadn’t really defined your relationship like that yet.

“You could have told me” was all he really responded with as he sat down beside you. Clearly not minding the way you referred to him.

Asa isn’t an idiot, he knew that’s where your relationship was, he just hadn’t brought up the conversation yet. Now it seemed like it didn’t have too, and that was good to know.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

You had decided to visit Jesse at his office, which he had told you that you could do whenever you pleased. When you arrive and were asking for him and the location of his office, you were met by a woman who seemed pretty hostile about your presence.

You definitely didn’t want to cause any trouble at Jesse’s work but she was being rude and you were getting tired, you just wanted to visit Jesse for lunch. 

“Look, I’m just here to visit my boyfriend, I’ll just call him and let him know I’m here” you sighed, about to give up as you pulled your phone out of your pocket.

Luckily, Jesse had just been passing through the reception and had witnessed the end of your conversation. Smirking to himself when you referred to him as your boyfriend.

He approached before you could unlock your phone, tucking it away again as you smiled up at him. 

Jesse nods to the woman, placing a hand on your back before guiding you up to his office.

Once you’re alone, he will playfully question you about how you had referred to him. After messing with you a bit and making you a little flustered, he reassures you that it’s perfectly fine. He is happy to call himself your boyfriend and to call you his partner.

From then on, everyone knows who you are and that Jesse is your boyfriend. You won’t be stopped or questioned again, don’t worry.

Otis Driftwood

You and Otis had gone to a nearby bar together, just to get out of the house and have a little fun. You had wandered over to the bar without him and when Otis looked over, he saw some guy flirting with you.

Jealousy and protectiveness (maybe some possessiveness) had Otis marching over to the two of you. 

“Uh, yeah sorry, I have a boyfriend” he heard you tell the man, shifting away from him in discomfort. You glanced around and relaxed when you saw Otis approaching. “There he is!” you smiled brightly, you were quick to push yourself away from the bar and meet Otis.

He instantly wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him, protectively and possessively as he glared the man down.

Damn right, he’s your boyfriend. And he’ll make sure everyone here knows it.

You had never actually called him that before, never actually made whatever the two of you had official. But now you had, that’s all he had to know.

Baby Firefly

You and Baby had gone out to a bar to have a few drinks and probably cause some trouble. She was dancing even though nobody else was, just her, having a great time, as you watched on adoringly.

Some guy and come up beside you and asked who she was. 

With a grin, you had proudly exclaimed “that’s my girlfriend!” 

Of course, Baby had heard you and smiled about it to herself.

Once she finished dancing, she returned to you and the same guy moved closer, introducing himself to her and asking for her to introduce herself in return. 

“I’m their fucking girlfriend” Baby stated proudly with a grin of her own, wrapping her arms around you as if to get her point across even more.

Yautja (Predator)

Of course introducing your family or your friends to your current partner (or ‘mate’, as he would call you) wasn’t really an option at the moment. But you had mentioned that you were seeing someone.

You were on the phone to a friend when they started asking about this mysterious person you had been seeing.

So, finally you told them to give your boyfriend some privacy, the two of you laughing before ending the call.

He had been referring to you as his mate for a while now and you assumed that was the same level, if not even more serious, than the title of boyfriend, so you figured it was okay.

And your mate thought so too. He knew what ‘boyfriend’ meant since you explained human dating to him, so when he heard, he knew what you meant and it just filled him with pride, knowing that you definitely felt the same as him.

[tinywitchgoblin]

The Bad Batch Find Out You Have a Praise Kink pt 2

Part 1

Once again, based on this text post by @neon-junkie

Poly!TBB x afab!reader (reader is referred to as a good girl once, but other than that, no use of she/her)

a/n: so sorry it took so long for me to get around to writing this! I got on new meds recently, and that’s really helped my productivity (and overall mental health, yay!), so here you go :)

a/n part 2: I got really carried away with this, so it’s not exactly like the first one, but whatever. Deal with it

word count: 1K

Warnings: SMUT (minors get out), oral (f receiving), flustered reader, even more of Crosshair being a (kinky) little shit, Fives is mentioned once, fem masturbation, I think that’s it??? Also, lots of fluff, so beware

It was a couple of weeks since your *spicy* game of Truth or Dare with the boys, but they never let you forget what you confessed to them. If you were helping Tech with repairs for the ship, he’d always be sure to let you know that “you are doing amazing, cyare, I really appreciate your help.” If you’re sparring with Echo, every time you land a hit, it’s “good job, love, I’m so proud of you.” Wrecker doesn’t need any excuse to give you some love- he’s proud of you even for little things, like reaching something out of a high cupboard or finding a cool rock. Hunter and Crosshair are usually a little bit more reserved when it comes to verbal affirmations, but what they lack in words they more than make up for with actions. Sometimes, you’ll be standing and looking out a window when you feel Hunter hug you from behind, whispering praises into your ear. As for Crosshair, he tends to be the most affectionate when it’s just the two of you. For example, if the rest of the boys end up going to grab food and you and Crosshair stay behind, you bet your ass he’s gonna be all over you. 

Obviously, this is very much something that carries over into bedroom life. Echo’s favorite place to be is with his face buried between your thighs. He definitely picked up a thing or two from Fives, because he can have you shaking in no time, all the while telling you how good you’re doing for him and how absolutely beautiful you look. 

Wrecker, the sweet guy that he is, is very aware of how large he is (in more ways than one), so he’s usually very cautious. However, once you get into the rhythm of things, he’s all over you, saying “you take me so well ad’ika, you make me feel like I’m the luckiest guy ever” (normally you would respond, but at this point, you’re too cock-dumb to think coherent thoughts, let alone form words). 

Hunter is a soft, attentive lover, so if you’re feeling anything other than absolutely blissed out, he’ll pick up on it right away. Whether it’s stress, insecurity, or anything else, he’s able to calm you down and give you the pleasure he insists you deserve. The whole time, regardless of what position you’re in, he likes to be able to hold your face, look into your eyes, and tell you that you’re amazing and that so strong and capable, and that he loves you so damn much. However, if you look at him just right and pull at his hair a bit, this man goes absolutely f e r a l.

Crosshair on the other hand, being the kinky mf we all know he is, loves having you tied up and helpless, gagged and everything. Even though he can be a bit rough during sex, he’s anything but when it comes to aftercare. He’ll clean you up, run you a bath, get you a drink, and rub out any stiff muscles you might have, all the while telling you that “you did so well mesh’la,” “I’m so proud of you,” “if the others aren’t jealous of me now, I’m sure they will be when they find out how good you are,” that kinda stuff- and it always gets you shy and a little embarrassed, which only eggs him on even more. 

I feel like Tech would definitely be into some kinky shit, too, but a different flavor of kinky. When you were first intimate, he insisted that you touch yourself and he watched so he would know what you liked the best. You were nervous at first, especially being in such a vulnerable position, but he reassured you that you were not under scrutiny because you had done anything wrong, but because he wanted to make you feel right. When you got going, he would sit in front of your legs, hands rubbing circles into your ankles, and insisting that he’d never seen a prettier sight in the entire galaxy. After he was done figuring out what you liked and how best to touch you, he would get to work, and goddamn. This man was definitely paying attention, and like Hunter, he’s a very attentive lover. When he does something new and you like it, he does it even more, praising you the whole way through. 

All of these amazing experiences and qualities are enhanced when it’s all five of them taking turns with you. Tech shows the others some of what he figured out about what you like. Crosshair and Wrecker, being the competitive ones, try to see who can make you come the hardest and leave you the most cock-dumb. Because of his prosthetics, Echo isn’t able to fuck you properly, but that doesn’t mean he won’t go down on you with the rest of the boys watching. And Hunter, because of his enhanced senses, usually goes first or close to first because that’s what is the most comfortable for him (not that you’re complaining). Once he’s done, he likes to make sure he’s near you, stroking your hair or kissing every inch of you he can feasibly reach. Of course, none of this would be complete without the praise. Since that’s been established as something you enjoy, there’s always at least one of them telling you how pretty you look, how good you’re taking them, how good you taste, etc. Sometimes they even make a competition over it, seeing who can make you the most flustered (spoiler alert, it’s usually Crosshair). When you're finally done for the night, all of the boys pitch in with aftercare, whether that be getting you something to eat or drink, taking a bath with you, cleaning up whatever surface that was being used, or snuggling with you in bed, they are the sweetest mfs ever, and you are thankful for them every single day.

[yuzurins]

lending an eraser during an exam

— mini scenarios / headcanons / x gn!reader

— pretty setter squad 1/3 - oikawa, semi, kenma, kageyama (im not doing 3 parts its a loona reference)

— oikawa tooru

↝ he would be the one borrowing yours because he would definitely make a fuss over this

↝ sits behind you, starts poking your shoulder not so subtly in an attempt to catch your attention

↝ its a miracle how the teacher doesnt catch him tbh

↝ you turn around and scowl at him as to ask him what he wants

↝ he starts mouthing the words "i need. to borrow. your eraser."

↝ but you can't read lips so you have no idea what he's trying to ask and assume that he wants an answer to a question

↝ you lower your hand beside your chair and wave him off so that the teacher won't see

↝ but he doesn't stop !!! even as you express clearly that you have no idea what in the world he's trying to convey

↝ then he starts making naruto signs as if you guys had some sort of secret language or code

↝ the teacher starts suspecting something but he stops before she can approach , giving you the signal to pretend to put your sweater on so she doesn't think you're looking behind you to see oikawa's answers

↝ when the teacher leaves the room, you turn back around and whisper shout at him: "tooru, what do you want from me ??"

↝ he pouts at you and starts making an eraser motion (because he's embarrassed lolol)

↝ you roll your eyes and sigh at him for making everything so complicated

↝ finally toss him your eraser but realize that you only have 20 minutes left and start panicking

↝ the first thing you do when you see him during lunch break is to give him a good smack on the arm

↝ "tooru, if i fail this exam and don't make it into XX university, it is all your fault for not bringing your own damn eraser to the written exams!"

— semi eita

↝ you would be borrowing an eraser from him bc you were too tired from cramming all night

↝ you sit beside him in the back of the class

↝ you don't know how to get his attention because this man is dead serious about passing this exam since he was the edge of failing the entire semester

↝ you try calling out to him oikawa style , but obviously he doesn't notice because his eyes are glued to his paper

↝ it doesn't work so you rip a corner of your exam paper to write "ERASER!!!" on it and throw it at him

↝ but he still doesn't notice because the paper was too small to make a significant impact LOL

↝ you look over at the teacher to see her typing away on her laptop and make a ballsy move

↝ you reach your hand over and tap him on the shoulder but as expected, he doesn't notice because you were trying to be discrete

↝ sighing to yourself , you reach down and grab his thigh as a last resort (but you know he is gonna notice this so smirk smirk)

↝ he flinches, turns around to finally look at you and is about to make a mean retort until he realizes that the entire class is taking an exam right now

↝ you could see his face getting flushed with red and you smile bashfully

↝ but unfortunately you are too desperate for an eraser and don't have time to be flirting with semi so you take your hand off and mouth that you need an eraser

↝ it took a little bit over 5 minutes but he finally gave you the eraser !!

↝ you wink at him as to say thank you and he frowns in return for flustering him

↝ he does question you after the exam but you don't give him a direct answer

↝ he still brings it up every once in a while to try and embarrass you but you play along with it and in the end he's always the one turning red instead

— kozume kenma

↝ no you're borrowing his eraser again because kuroo makes sure that kenma is prepared every time :((((((((((((((

↝ you sit beside each other near the front so it's hard to ask him without catching the teacher's attention

↝ you kinda just take glances at him every now and then to see if he's coincidentally looking in your direction at the same time

↝ it fails tho and you just move on to other questions in the meantime

↝ but you keep on making mistakes so you're left with no choice but to pester kenma

↝ you bring your hand up and pretend to rest your head in your palm but you're really just staring at kenma

↝ literally burn a hole in the side of his head and he finally notices you !!!!

↝ you widen your eyes a tiny bit and mouth the following syllables: "e-ra-ser"

↝ he understands almost immediately and tosses his eraser over

↝ but he throws it with a little too much force and it topples over the edge of the desk before you're able to catch it

↝ snickers at your dismay but stops almost immediately as the teacher sends glare over

↝ you embarrassingly have to get out of your chair and pick up your eraser, bowing to the teacher as you do so

↝ worst of all, the chair screeched and the entire class looked over at you while kenma almost chokes as he tries to hold back his laughter

— kageyama tobio

↝ sorry oikawa's the only one who will be borrowing your eraser kekeke

↝ tobio-kun is very pissy about the exams because he does not want to fail this as it means that he wouldn't be able to participate in volleyball activities (kinda canon tbh)

↝ he sits diagonal to you (the desk on the left of the person in front of you) and luckily the teacher in this class isn't as strict as the others

↝ you try whispering his name and he hears you clearly the first time, but doesn't respond because he just thinks that you want his answers or you want to disturb him for fun

↝ though after the fifth attempt he turns around and gives you a death stare to which you shudder in response

↝ you look at him with the most innocent eyes you could manage and mouth that you need an eraser while doing an erasing motion with your right hand

↝ he rolls his eyes and mouths back: "just use the one on the back of your pencil!" before turning back around to finish his exam

↝ his annoyed demeanor is lowkey contagious because you start getting irritated from how he won't just spare you his eraser since he has multiple!!!!!

↝ you reached into your desk trying to be as silent as possible to try and grab your notebook so you can rip a fat paper and throw it at that blueberry

↝ you scribble the words on to threaten him: "JUST GIVE ME YOUR FRICKIN ERASER AND NO ONE GETS HURT TOBIHOE." and throw it at him (with force btw<33)

↝ winces at the impact and rubs the back of his head

↝ gives you another nasty glare when he reluctantly turns around to pick up the paper

↝ you frown back at him because time was ticking and you needed that eraser!!! badly !!!! (n he was the only friend you had that sat close to you)

↝ literally done with your shit so he grabs his eraser and throws it at your forehead to spite you

↝ giggles when the eraser bounces off your head and when you grimace in pain

↝ you have to get up and pick up the eraser .... but this time your chair doesn't screech so it's fine!! except for the fact that tobio would not stop teasing you

↝ starts bickering with you RIGHT after he hands in his exam, the two of you not even left the classroom yet

(undercase yelling bc caps are so aggressive help)

"how dumb do you have to be to literally forget to bring your eraser. it's one of the two things that you have to bring to school, but you can't even manage to do that???"

"shut the fuck up tobihoe! at least i don't always have to take makeup exams because i don't fail every single time!"

"oh no you did not just go there. stop acting like you're smarter than me when you barely pass either! you just get lucky, and don't think that i don't see you spinning your pencil around to see what answer to put!"

"well it wasn't like i wanted to use your shitty eraser in the first place! i had no choice because you were the closest one to me!"

"stop fuckin insulting my eraser when i literally saved your exams! you literally broke my concentration and i couldn't focus the entire time after!"

"you're saying that as if you actually were concentrating in the first place."

↝ then it gets physical. LMFAOOOOO

↝ people have to drag you apart bc it gets that bad 😭😭

↝ then you guys get punished by the teacher and have to sit outside the cafeteria on your knees

↝ you both reluctantly apologize to each other when hinata scolds you (the order was decided by rock paper scissors ,,, which you won btw)

"i'm sorry for being an asshole because i was scared that i was going to miss out on a volleyball training camp. it was wrong of me to get mad because my friend desperately wanted to borrow an eraser since they're dumb and make endless mistakes."

"HAHAHAHA TOBIO SOUNDS LIKE A ROBOT HEAJKHFDJK"

↝ hinata smacks you on the head with a rolled up notebook

"stop it y/n, it's your turn now!"

↝ you frown and sigh, whereas tobio sneers at you

"fine. i'm sorry for forgetting my eraser why do i even have to apologize for this and bothering you in the middle of an important exam. i shouldn't have made such a big fuss about the eraser and respected your feelings when you refused the first time. even though you had multiple erasers for no reason at all and it wouldn't hurt for you to just obediently toss me aN ERASER FROM THE START—“

↝ you get a flick on the side of your head from the blueberry boy beside you and you scowl at him in return

↝ lesson learned: never bother tobihoe when volleyball is on the line.

[a-libra-writes]

Hi! Kind of a weird request, but I love collecting perfume and was wondering what kind of scents some of the asoiaf folks would either wear or like their partners to wear? I feel like some of the big tough men would pretend not to care, but do actually have a favorite. Whichever characters you think would fit. Thanks I love your writing!

oh this is fun! also im kind of a noob when it comes to perfumes so pls accept this shortie :>

Quite a fan of perfumes and really love your's in particular:

Sansa and Margaery were delighted when they were old enough to wear perfumes, and they both tried out different scents until they found something just right. Sansa likes to chat scents with you and gets a little flustered if you want to share your's. Margaery insists on sharing now and again; she loves to smell like you when you aren't around. She'll tease you endlessly for having a rose-scented perfume, though. Isn't that a little passe? Or do you just like her that much? Margaery loves a strong floral scent, while Sansa prefers a mix of foresty and berry scents.

For Arianne, she has her signature that she sprays on her clothes and herself. It's probably amber, vanilla and a strong citrus and she adores it. It's more feminine than seductive, but certainly not a gentle and 'light' femme. She also the type to chat perfumes with you and help you find a "signature"; probably something unique made for you. She keeps a tiny vial for herself, just for when she misses you. Not that she'll ever confess to it.

Petyr is very much into perfumes, as he uses them himself - he's particular how they smell and where they're made, and he probably knows how ingredients will mix. Naturally he picks up on whatever you wear and he'll appreciate it, but... wouldn't it be a fine gift to have something custom made, with special ingredients? Everytime you wear it, he has to keep himself from pouncing on you, especially in polite company. Maybe it's kind of a kink ...?

Oberyn - Quite fond of scents himself; he loves spices and citrus with a dash of something hard to place, like maybe notes of the sea and sand. Oberyn will openly compliment you on how lovely you smell, and likes it when you change things up. He likes to guess what the ingredients are and pretends he needs to get extra close to be sure.

Didn't think much of them until you wore them:

Robb & Edmure - The sort of men who know ladies wear perfume, but insist your's is somehow different and more special. It could be a scent that's wildly popular and every lady has, but they're positive it's different on you. Edmure is not above pulling you into a tight hug and nuzzling your hair, where some of it has settled on. Robb really loves the small amount that remains on your neck and arms after you've taken a hot bath.

Daenerys - Perfumes were not a luxury afforded to her, so she's not sure what to wear. She kinda just goes with whatever the custom is wherever she's staying, or what her handmaidens recommend. If you personally recommend something (or gods forbid, make it) because it made you think of her... Well, that's all she wants to wear, thank you very much.

Davos - Obviously this man hasn't been around perfumed ladies his whole life, so when he picks up that you smell lovely and it's because of a perfume, he suddenly feels embarrassed for enjoying it so much. It feels a little weird to stand so close and still remain there after you leave, enjoying whatever you're wearing. He's too shy to outright comment on it, even when you're together.

Tyrion - Wears a nice scent most of the time, but he really loves whatever you wear and remembers it for future reference. If he can get something like that, or similar, and you wear it, he's very happy. Tyrion likes the more unique scents you wear, and having you describe them to him. He starts to learn the different scents and notes and how they work together. Very interesting.

Very fond of a specific scent they attribute to you and get confused/don't like it when you switch them:

Stannis - He's just generally very aware of when you change something about yourself. Stannis is too embarrassed to compliment any specific scent though, even if he can tell them apart. He can't really pick out his favorite, either... one of them just seems "right". The "one you wear all the time", he calls it. Not "the other one". Yeah, he can tell them apart, but he has no idea what the specific ingredients or name is.

Ned - He doesn't have much experience with perfumes, but he'll start to really like a subtle, everyday scent you wear. The special occasion ones can be too much. Ned probably likes something distinct that can't be found in the North, like citrus or rose. Really loves it when it's left behind on your pillows or when it rubs off on him. If you change it suddenly, he's kinda disappointed.

Jorah - Will never admit how much he likes picking up some of your perfume on your own skin when you're together, and how comforting such a scent can be - if it's something unique from Essos, he attributes that specific spice or flower with you only. If it's more Westerosi, it makes him painfully and sweetly homesick. If you ever change it up, he notices immediately and kinda hopes you'll switch back to your tried and true. He actually has a good nose for these things but thinks it's kind of weird, so he won't comment ... Though he likes to bring you nice-smelling oils and candles he finds at the markets.

Tywin - Well, a little bit of this section and the one above. The only time Tywin really cared is when it came to Joanna, because she had a signature scent she just adored and always wore. He hates smelling anything remotely close to that now. If your perfume had something similar, he'd displeased at best or at worst, tell you to stop wearing it. If your's is utterly different and also your "signature", he starts getting those strong associations again. Honestly hates it when he assumes you entered the room, but it turns out some other lady is wearing it. Awful. He glares her and her husband into oblivion until you show up.

Wait, perfume? Ladies don't just smell nice?

Theon, Victarion, Robert, Brandon, Bronn, Jon - Honestly the types to get really hung up on how nice you smell, especially if it's a specific unique scent you love to wear, and are startled to realize it's something you actually put on.

Theon likes things that are more "flashy" and strong - he wonders why the hell he thought it was natural, but he really likes it. He won't grab your wrist outright to smell, but he wishes he could.

Victarion likes more amber, smoky scents. Something too overtly "foreign", like citruses and strong florals, is just too jarring (again, how did he think this was natural?). A surprising favorite is gentle lavenders and patchoulis.

Brandon, Jon and Robert like "light" and feminine scents, like florals or slight foresty smells. Bronn knows perfumes exist but doesn't think about them until he notices you put it on. Well, whatever. Ladies do that, he just forgot. Bronn and Robert in particular are used to the harsh strong perfumes and incense from whorehouses, so something more "subtle" is nice.

"Meh":

Roose - He doesn't think much of it, except that his previous wife was fond of various perfumes. Roose rather likes it when you stick to one scent; it makes telling when you've been in a room easier, and he knows when you've entered one whilst his back is turned. He likes when it's leftover on your bedding or his skin, too. Well, maybe he doesn't mind it. He certainly doesn't go out of his way to comment, even if you've changed it up.

Edd - I mean, what perfumes are you gonna find on the Wall? And his Lady mother certainly couldn't afford any. They make him sneeze, anyway.

Sandor - Every lord and lady at the Red Keep douses themselves in the stuff, especially to distract from the general sewer smell of King's Landing. Ugh. They probably give him a headache.

Asha/Yara - She also forgets they exist because she and her lady mother don't use them; it's not like average Ironborn women bother. She's amused if you like them, though. It's just one of those quirks you have. She likes to say she always knows when you enter the room because suddenly it doesn't smell like seawater and blood anymore.

Cersei - Every lady ought to wear one and have a specific scent, especially considering how awful the servants and smallfolk smell. She doesn't think much about it apart from one more thing she has to do for her morning routine.

Ramsay - Surprisingly sensitive to strong scents. They make him feel nauseous if they're too sweet and he gets sneezy if they're too floral. Yeah, he doesn't appreciate it much. If you wore something very light he'd probably assume you just smelled nice naturally.

[michaels-two-dads]

Tell me your beeduo headcanons. I don't know anything about them, so I will take anything you say as fact.

HEHEHHEAJAHHEHEHEEHHEHEJSHEEHHEEHEHEH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS.

(The following headcanons are about the characters c!Tubbo and c!Ranboo from the Dream SMP)

-c!Tubbo immediately thought c!Ranboo was cute when they first met and he had a crush on him, meanwhile c!Ranboo didn’t really develop romantic feelings until much later because he didn’t really have a concept of romance, but he has always really admired and respected c!Tubbo

-c!Tubbo is fascinated by c!Ranboo’s enderman biology

-c!Ranboo often gushes about c!Tubbo in his memory book like it’s his little diary, in the period of time when they were really close just before they got married, he used to write Tubbo’s name in pretty cursive letters and write stupid stuff like “T + R” and write combinations of their last names

-They both flirt with each other, but c!Ranboo is more easily flustered. c!Tubbo loves to try and come up with stupid pick-up lines to make him blush

-c!Tubbo came up with the idea to get married for tax purposes as a ploy to marry c!Ranboo, because he didn’t believe that c!Ranboo would actually want to marry him

-The moment c!Tubbo brought up marriage, c!Ranboo did a ton of “research” on relationships and marriage (AKA reading a ton of cheesy romance novels that he keeps hidden under his bed)

-c!Ranboo made his and c!Tubbo’s wedding rings

-c!Ranboo didn’t understand the idea of a fake marriage and thought that if they were married then obviously they love each other, all while c!Tubbo was desperately trying to not let himself think this was real (this was about a week-long period of time before c!Ranboo kissed c!Tubbo on the cheek and c!Tubbo realized c!Ranboo was Actually in love with him)

-They are both HUGE saps, but c!Ranboo is more obvious about it. Don’t be fooled, though, c!Tubbo is absolutely also a sap

-c!Ranboo can’t say no to c!Tubbo and he can and will happily do anything c!Tubbo asks of him

-c!Tubbo calls c!Ranboo “Boo” “My beloved” “Honey”, c!Ranboo calls c!Tubbo “Bo” “Love” “My beloved”, and they both call each other various fond insults

-They both love their son so so much and they are the most overprotective and doting parents ever, they absolutely spoil him

-Every night c!Ranboo reads Michael a bedtime story and c!Tubbo does sound effects and they tuck him into bed and tell him that they love him

-Michael’s first word is “fuck” which c!Ranboo is APPALLED by and c!Tubbo is delighted by, however they both blame c!Tommy for this

-c!Ranboo is extremely carry-able because despite being tall he is built like a twig. c!Tubbo likes to carry him around bridal style from time to time

-c!Tubbo is very strong and c!Ranboo finds this more than a little attractive

-Several different languages are used in the _Beloved household, including Common, BSL, Piglin, and Ender. Tubbo uses BSL when he goes nonverbal, Ranboo uses Ender when he sleepwalks, and Michael mostly speaks Piglin but is learning Common and BSL

-c!Tubbo says “Honey, I’m home” every single time he comes home and c!Ranboo is there

-c!Tubbo loves to make stereotypical straight man jokes about how he hates his wife, often referring to c!Ranboo as “the wife” “the husband” and “the old ball and chain”, but he is always incredibly in-love sounding when he does this

-Anytime c!Ranboo cries, c!Tubbo makes sure to wipe his tears so that c!Ranboo doesn’t burn himself, and he gave c!Ranboo an engraved handkerchief for when he’s not around

-c!Tubbo keeps an umbrella in his enderchest at all times for when it rains, just in case c!Ranboo isn’t wearing his armor

-c!Ranboo has picked up some BSL so that he can communicate with c!Tubbo when he goes nonverbal

-c!Ranboo and c!Tubbo love to dance together, and they do it often, to music discs or to no music at all. c!Ranboo knows how to ballroom dance and he tries to teach c!Tubbo sometimes, but often they just dance clumsily, happy to be together

-c!Tubbo likes to leave little notes for c!Ranboo to help him with his memory issues. These notes are left in a variety of places, up to including c!Ranboo’s forehead if he can

-When they go to sleep, c!Ranboo usually ends up wrapping himself around c!Tubbo or splaying on top of c!Tubbo, which c!Tubbo secretly finds really comforting. Sometimes c!Ranboo purrs, which he vehemently denies

-c!Tubbo refers to c!Ranboo has having “piano hands”, and he would like to teach him to play sometime

-c!Ranboo adores all of c!Tubbo’s scars, and he often runs his fingers along them or kisses them

-c!Ranboo likes to rest his head on c!Tubbo’s shoulder, c!Tubbo likes to rest his head on c!Ranboo’s lap

-c!Ranboo likes to kiss the top of c!Tubbo’s head

OKAY I’ll stop now.