#I'm sorry if he looks weird I didn't pull up a reference until I needed to know his tie length

[sk1llz-heeler]

Gustavo moment (New pencils)

[nightwngz]

Part 2 of older pls 🙏

YOUNG !

damian wayne x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. . . drabble smut. porn without plot. dirty talk and fingering.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. . . I'm so happy to give you all a part two of the first one shot I posted on this blog. Hope you like it. <3

Damian was the youngest of the family. He had grown up, but everyone still made jokes or references to being the youngest. You had the idea to join in the joke and he didn't like it. Now you were a victim of the consequences of teasing him.

He sharpened his katana from the comfortable chair in the room. He looked dangerous, not so much because he had a sharp weapon in his hands, but because of that look he always had, capable of destroying anyone.

— Are you here to continue telling jokes? — he asked.

You wondered how he could sense your presence in the vast room when your back was turned and you had not made any sound that would reveal your presence.

— I came to apologize.

He turned to look at you. Deep down, you had the idea that he knew you were only apologizing to get something from him and not so much because you were interested in keeping your relationship peaceful.

— I listen.

You walked a few steps further into the room. It was almost dark, and the sun was barely shining through the curtains, so your whole room looked almost dark.

You looked at him with an expression of redemption. Damian thought it was that victim look he always saw you with. Like a helpless little animal longing for warmth.

— I was wrong to make that joke about you, and I'm really sorry, but Damian... I need you. — You said, but were interrupted when you noticed that he had pulled you onto his hips and placed you on his lap.

He made you turn your neck until you could meet his intense green eyes. His breath collided with your face and his hands ran down your thighs until he carefully lifted your skirt, revealing your underwear.

— It was the only thing I wanted to hear, beloved.

His hands ripped off your panties in one fell swoop, leaving you with nothing to protect yourself. Even though your skirt was still on, you could feel your pussy rubbing against the scratchy fabric of his jeans.

He moved closer to you, so close that your lips could almost brush against his. He had never kissed you before, so you couldn't help but think that this was something special.

His finger slid through every crease of your already wet pussy. He sank into your wetness, sliding in as he tried to stroke you. Without thinking, he squeezed your clit, causing you to jump up and down on his lap from the shock.

— Do you like it? — he asked quietly. — Do you know how easy it was? I can make you feel so good. It's easy for me to reward those who behave.

You began to moan in his ear. It was the most beautiful sound Damian had ever heard. No matter that you were someone who liked to participate in his brothers' pranks, having you like this made him feel full.

He kissed your lips. You would never have thought that Damian's way of kissing would be so passionate and romantic, as if he was protecting you from all the evils of the world with a simple kiss. Suddenly, everything intensified and he began to take your lips with such force that it seemed he loved and hated you at the same time.

His fingers caressed your hole with barely perceptible delicacy. Going to the most pleasurable place inside you, stroking that spot inside you that could make you delirious with pleasure.

— Your apology is worthless. — He said. — You don't want to apologize to me, you just want this from me. But I have been too mean to you lately, don't you think, my beloved?

[lesbojournals]

Three's A Crowd (Stucky x Reader)

Nobody at the Avengers compound knew about you, Steve, and Bucky. In fact, not even Bucky and Steve knew you were seeing them both. To be fair, you started your…situationship with them both on the terms that it wasn’t just them you were seeing, and that you weren’t ready to commit to a relationship yet.

It’s just that neither of them knew who was the other you were referring to. Or so you thought.

The night started like any other, you were in your sweats and a tank (your usual pajamas) in the kitchen making a bowl of ice cream for yourself. You added some whipped cream to your dessert and nearly jumped out of your sweatpants when a pair of hands met you from behind.

“How’s it going babygirl?” Bucky teased you, taking your spoon and eating some of your ice cream.

You jokingly scoffed, taking the spoon back. “Get your own ice cream, Buck.”

“What’s this I hear about ice cream?” Someone called, and that’s when the smile on your face was wiped clean off.

Steve entered the room, joyfully at first, until he made sight of Bucky’s hands around your waist. His eyes turned dark and he looked at Bucky, who just smirked back.

“So…” He started. “This is who you’ve been seeing.”

You pulled yourself out of Bucky’s arms. “I can explain-”

“No need.” Bucky interrupted. “We’ll be in my room.”

And with that note Bucky walked away from you and towards Steve, giving him a painstakingly long kiss before dragging him off and away from the kitchen.

The whole event shocked you so much you didn’t even notice you’d been making an “o” face, AND had dropped your spoon on the floor.

Your mind was swimming with questions, and without even thinking about your ice cream you left it behind, practically running to Bucky’s room.

“What’s going on?” You demanded as you entered, walking in on Steve and Bucky in a beautifully posed make out session.

Bucky had a small smile and Steve smirked at you.

“What do you mean, beautiful?” Steve asked.

You stammered as you came up with what to say next, the “guns blazing” technique not working to the best of its abilities. “Did you both know this whole time? Were you playing some weird twisted game on me? Are you two dating? Literally Steve, tell me, what’s going on?”

“Well,” Bucky spoke first, sitting up. He caused the blanket to shift down, making you just now realize they were both shirtless. “We kinda figured it out ourselves from the beginning–you weren't being very slick. Thought confronting you about it should come organically.”

Steve added to his comments. “Plus, we'd always been seeing each other. Hard to believe you hadn't noticed.”

“We thought you were just teasing us–” Bucky continued. “...turns out you're just a little lacking in observation.”

It was like a quick montage of moments between both Steve and Bucky flashed before your eyes. The wistful glances, the long touches, the soft smiles.

“Oh.” You were shocked by your own obliviousness. Had it really been that obvious? “I…I uh…I'm sorry.”

“What're you apologizing for beautiful?” Steve cocked his head to the side, almost daring you to look at the hickeys Bucky had clearly left behind.

You looked down at the ground, blush rising to your ears. “I shouldn't have been messing with you guys if you're a couple. I should've realized sooner.”

“Don't be stupid.” Bucky quipped. “You think either of us would have gotten with you if we didn't want to?”

“I…I don't understand.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “We want you to join us. Be with us. Romantically.”

Steve rushed to add more. “You don't have to say yes if you don't want to. Don't feel pressured. But just know that the option is out there.”

You took a deep breath. “Yea I…I think I'd like that.”

[lucy90712]

Birthday twins- Pablo Gavi

A/n: for reference my birthday isn’t the same as Gavi’s but it is later this month and that’s close enough for me 

For once there was no alarm to wake me up, on a weekday my alarm wakes me up for work or for class and on a weekend Pablo's alarm is on for training or games. Today however we have nothing to get up for which is so nice because it's our birthday. Somehow I managed to find myself a really nice and loving boyfriend who happens to share the exact same birthday as me. When we first found this out we didn't believe it but once we proved when our birthdays were all we could do was laugh because what are the chances of that. As soon as our friends found out they started calling us twins which we absolutely hated at first but we've got used to it now and it's kind of an inside joke.

As I opened my eyes I saw Pablo with his eyes still closed and his hair in his face like it always is after he's been asleep. We went to sleep cuddling but now his arm is just loosely draped over my waist and our legs were all intertwined. I moved his hair from his forehead gently trying not to wake him but he started to stir as soon as I touched his hair. His eyes began to flutter open but it took a few seconds before he opened them properly and then another few getting his bearings but as soon as he did he smiled and leaned in to kiss me. 

"I'm sorry I woke you" I whispered not wanting to talk too loudly this early in the morning 

"It's ok I get to see your pretty face now I'm awake" he smiled 

"Now your awake I can say happy birthday" I said 

"Thank you happy birthday to you too" he said 

I thanked him while he wrapped his arm properly around my waist and pulled me closer to him so we could cuddle properly. We don't get to cuddle in the morning very often as we are both so busy in the mornings so it's really nice to have a slower start to the day. We did absolutely nothing for a good while we didn't touch our phones and we didn't say anything we just laid there together while Pablo played with my hair and I ran my fingers up and down his arm. Eventually we had to get on with our day but before we did that all we had to do was exchange a look before Pablo picked up his phone and went to order from our favourite place for breakfast. As soon as it arrived Pablo ran downstairs and got the food to bring straight back upstairs so we could eat in bed which we usually don't do but today's a special occasion so it's ok. 

After breakfast we both got dressed for the day as our friends have told us we need to be out the house for a few hours so we have to find something to do all day until we are allowed back after they've done whatever they've got planned. Pablo got ready before me so I thought I'd wear and dress that sort of matches what he's wearing as if people are going to call us twins all day we may as well look like twins plus it will look good if we want to take pictures. I also wanted to wear the necklace Pablo got me last year with our birthstone on it but I couldn't do the clasp on my own so I had to get Pablo to do it. He happily did it while pressing a kiss to the back of my neck because he'll kiss my neck any chance he gets, if neck kisses were a love language that would definitely be his love language. 

Just as we got our shoes on my best friend and Fermin arrived to start setting up whatever they have planned so they ushered us out before locking the door behind us. It feels so weird to be leaving other people in the house without us and to not have any house keys as we left those with our friends. Pablo suggested to go on a walk to the beach so that's what we did the walk from his place to the beach is a really nice walk and I do it by myself all the time so it will be nice to bring Pablo with me. It is such a lovely day outside it's sunny but not too hot perfect for going to the beach. For the entire walk Pablo held my hand swinging our arms between us because there is no one else around and he can. We might both be 20 now but we definitely still act like children well mostly Pablo but when we are together definitely brings out my inner child which makes spending time with him so fun. 

The beach wasn't busy at all despite the weather but it is quite a private beach which isn't easily accessible so that makes it quieter in general which is why I love going there. We walked along the sand to find the quietest spot where we chose to sit and just enjoy the weather and listen to the waves crashing against the shore. One of our first dates was at this very beach Pablo made a picnic for us and we stayed on the beach talking until the sun set. I think that night was the first time I realised how much I liked Pablo as we just got on so well and he made me feel so comfortable even when we hadn't known each other very long. 

"This place always reminds me of that date we went on" Pablo said 

"I was just thinking the same thing" I said 

"That might be one of my favourite dates we've been on I feel like we really got to know each other that day and I realised that I really wanted to be with you" he said 

"Thats so weird after that date I realised how much I really liked you I guess this beach is a special part of our relationship" I said 

"I guess it is although when I think about our relationship I think about the moment I knew I loved you" he said

"I don't think we've ever talked about when we first realised we were in love" I said 

"I think I knew I loved you before I really let myself think about it as I've never felt this way for someone and it was scary but it really hit me that day I picked you up from class after training and we just spent the whole day cuddling then once it got dark you dragged me outside to look at the stars and we saw a shooting star and you just got so excited it made me realise that I didn't want to experience moments like that with anyone else" Pablo explained 

"Thats so sweet I had no idea that was the moment was so special to you when I realised I loved you it just hit me that night your turned up to my apartment with flowers and snacks just because I'd had a hard week staring and doing exams it made me realise that you really cared about me and that's what made me realise I loved you" I said 

"I will always care about you I know you don't have many people that show you unconditional love but I always will" he said 

We continued to talk about our relationship and the future until we both got hungry and decided to go somewhere for lunch. The peace we had on the beach didn't last long because as soon as we got to the nearest town there was more people around some of which wanted pictures with Pablo. Somehow we managed to find a quiet restaurant where we weren't bothered at all which is always nice but it doesn't happen often. After lunch we still weren't allowed back so we decided to walk to the nearest mall which isn't too far. We started by looking at perfumes and seeing which ones smelt the best and then we found a sunglass shop and tried to find the most ridiculous sunglasses to see if we could make each other laugh. It was a lot of fun but I was glad when we got a text to say we were allowed back in half an hour so we could start to walk home. 

After walking around all day my feet were starting to hurt especially walking up the big hill on the last road before the house. To start with I was walking next to Pablo then he was sort of dragging me up the hill then he stopped and picked me up bridal style and carried me up the rest of the hill like it was nothing. He only put me down when we reached the gate to his house which we had to wait to be let through as he didn't have the key. 

Our friends greeted us at the door and put blindfolds on us which felt a bit scary in fact Pablo was so scared that he made Fermin lead me inside instead of him as he thought he'd walk him into a wall as a joke. We made it inside in one piece but it was weirdly quiet that was until our blindfolds were taken off and everyone yelled happy birthday. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the light but when they did I saw that the whole place had been decorated but it had been split in half so half was decorated with my favourite colour and the other half was Pablo's. There was balloons and banners and there was even a few tables with food which had both mine and Pablo's favourite foods. 

After taking everything in we were made to sit down as our cakes were brought out as our friends had two of those made too. We blew out the candles and then we were free to celebrate with everyone. My friends dragged me away from Pablo so I could go and dance with them and they gave me the presents they got me which were all so sweet. The whole night was filled with talking and having fun with friends probably the most fun I've had on my birthday in a long time maybe the most fun I've had in general for a good few months. 

It was the early hours of the morning by the time everyone had left but Fermin and my best friend stayed to clean up so the whole place is pretty much clean apart from the left over food. It's been a long day and I know both me and Pablo were tired but we still hadn't exchanged our gifts for each other so we headed upstairs and got ready for bed before grabbing the gifts from our hiding places. I got him some new sunglasses as he wears his so much that they are completely scratched as well as a picture frame with pictures from all his big moments throughout his career as he's been talking about doing that for the last year and hasn't got round to it. He got me a couple of books from my favourite series and these beautiful matching earrings and bracelet. I have a necklace they he got me for Christmas that I wear everyday as it has a heart with our initials on and the date we got together but now I have more jewellery from him to wear everyday and remind me of him. 

I wasn’t expecting him to then hand me a card as expressing his feelings in words written or spoken isn’t his thing so I always cherish the moments where he expresses his feelings. The card was filled with the sweetest words, he told me how much he appreciates everything I do for him and how much I support him even through the hard moments and how much he loves me which is what finally made me let a few tears go. He wiped my tears and pulled me into a kiss which had the passion of all the words he’d written in the card. 

“This has been the best birthday and I’m so happy I could share it with you” he said 

“Me too hopefully we can share many more birthdays together” I said 

“Oh we will I’m not letting you go anywhere my birthday twin” he smiled

[melancholymegumi]

melody's current thoughts…💭

yandere!shindo with a girl that really , really needs to shut the fuck up.

content warning : yo’s 2 faced and he snaps , spankings , figging , neglect , reader doesn't eat food properly , belt use , shit writing it's the afternoon and I'm surviving of a granola bar , Yo is referred to as “daddy” , mentions of reader getting 'grounded', ddlg , implied yan dad bf!yo tell me if I need more warning..

Shindo’s tired. he loves you by all means, that's the whole reason he kidnapped you after all! he loves you, and never wants to let you go. But god , for fuck sakes you are a handful. He's nice, he brings you food, gives you freedom to explore the outside of the house (that is covered with trees and bodyguards, but is equipped with slides , swings and classic playground stuff.

He gets that getting kidnapped and only having access to a TV and only allowed watching shows that he approves are a bit boring, especially since all of the movies are pg 13. He's just worried for you! He doesn't want you to see all the nasty blood stuff– you're not ready. It's why he kidnapped you in the first place. But still, why can't you leave him alone or be good for one second? Eat your food. It's not hard, but because it isn't your usual food– of course you're not eating it.

Untill, he finally fucking snapped. “you know what sweetheart? You don't wanna eat? Fine. You don't wanna talk to me because you're throwing your tantrums? Good. Since you don't wanna talk, I'm not fucking talking you either. Not until you have some fucking manners and respect.” and he just walked off, slamming the door of his room shut. Don't worry, you can't escape. He has cameras everywhere afterall.

Finally, after about 2 hours he came out of his room. Familiar white-tee hovering over his body with his hair still wet, making the shirt low-key see through. You walked up to him, trying to sit next to him as he flipped through the movie on the TV. That's weird. He usually pulls you onto his lap. “daddy?” no response. That's when it hits you, he's actually ignoring you. He didn't even utter a word , pushing you back on the floor by his feet. Which made you tear up, sniffling and hugging his legs.

He's still ignoring you— what the fuck. He just kept watching the movie , not even acknowledging your existence. Not until you started apologising. “s-sorry! ‘m sorry daddy! won't be a bad girl again– please! you're being mean.” that's when he sighed, giving you relief. But you knew that's not it. there's no way he'll forgive you that easily.

Your suspicion soon came true– when he muttered under his breath, his voice pretty yet poisonous. “go in your room. I'm gonna go to the kitchen, and you're gonna go pick out a belt. I don't fucking care which one is it, if you still hasn't chose one we're gonna use the paddle. I don't want to hear any noises when I'm spanking you , got it? and after that you're going to scoot your ass to the toilet , brush your teeth and go to sleep. I'm not cuddling you tonight, since you wanna be a big girl and run your mouth. Be grateful I'm not washing your mouth out with soap.”

you , of course ran straight to your room. But there's still an unanswered question. What was he doing in the kitchen? regardless, you picked out a belt, one of the belts that probably doesn't look like it hurts the most. It's the one which he wears outside everyday , a Calvin Klein’s belt that was somehow thick and thin at the same time. He soon finally came into the room – something. “so you do know how to listen. Over my lap. C’mon.” You whined at his words — only for him to shoot you a glare, which was enough to make you shut the fuck up.

He laid you over his lap, shoving two fingers in your mouth, forcing you to gag on it. with the one hand he had left , he suddenly shoved something into your ass – it was a piece of ginger. The sudden burning and uncomfortable sensation made you squirm , trying oh, so hard to not bite his fingers– and then he suddenly spanked you.

“If you squirm, I'm hitting you with the fucking belt and that's how many days you're gonna get grounded. Start fucking counting.”

[arvensimp]

may i request a lil something with arven and reader having a cofagrigus? :)

like! arven is making sandwiches for their pokémon and the reader just goes “oh yeah! can you add some of these to one of the sandwiches?” and proceeds to give him a handful of gold nuggets. i can imagine him being so confused and having NO idea that cofagrigus eats gold

This one took me a minute, but I hope you like it!

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Pocket Things

Arven x Reader with a Cofagrigus, comedy with a hint of horror at the end (just a stranger things reference)

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You're aware that Arven is...uncomfortable with Cofagrigus. You don't blame him, really! You get it. It's kind of a weird pokemon, but you love it dearly, having raised it since it was just a little, weepy yamask. You just couldn't help but love it! The poor thing needed someone, and you were just the person to help!

So you and Cofagrigus became the best of partners.

That doesn't mean everyone else gets it though.

So you understand why Arven shies away when Cofagrigus floats a little too close or when its hands reach too far or fingers get too wriggly. The pokedex entries make it sound scary, but you know your pokemon, and you know it wouldn't hurt Arven for anything!

So, you decide to help foster a bit more of a loving relationship between the two. No matter what you tell Arven about how sweet it can be, you know he won't believe it until he sees it for himself with someone other than you.

Normally, you just feed Cofagrigus separately from the rest of the pokemon, since its eating habits are admittedly a little bizarre, but the quickest way to a pokemon's heart is through its stomach! Or, so you tell yourself.

While Arven is preparing everyone's sandwiches one day at lunch, you approach him with a heavy pocket. "Hey! Do you think you might be able to make a sandwich for Cofagrigus today?"

Arven pauses and looks to you. "Um. Yeah, sure... I didn't realize it ate? I'm sorry. I would have been feeding it this whole time if I'd known?"

"Oh, it does!" You laugh. "It's just a little different. Here!" You reach into your pocket and heft out a decent chunk of tiny golden nuggets. "Just add these to its sandwich. That's really all it eats anyway."

Arven takes the gold from you incredulously. "Are... Are you serious?"

You nod, smiling wide.

"How much money has this thing eaten?"

You laugh. "How much money have you eaten?"

He sighs. "....Fair enough, I guess..."

So Arven makes the first ever golden nugget sandwich.

Cofagrigus ignores the bread, lettuce, tomato, cheese, pickle, and condiments, but it loved the nuggets!

After that it trails along after Arven more and more when you two go picnicking and traveling around. Arven, for his part, really does try to be nice. He'll confusedly pet at the coffin or try to shake one of its ghostly hands, but truth be told, he really isn't sure how best to play with the pokemon, so he mostly just lets it float around him, mussing his hair or pulling at loose threads on his clothing, as friendly ghost types usually seem wont to do.

One night, the two of you are sleeping side by side in your sleeping bags in a nice little campsite when Cofagrigus decides it no longer wants to be in its ball. It goes and perches itself near Arven, poking him to wakefulness.

"Hm...? Wha?" He opens his eyes. "No, Cofagrigus. Not now, I don't have any gold..."

Cofagrigus pulls on him a bit, dragging him in his sleeping bag. Arven's eyes go wider, and he looks to you, fast asleep.

"Uh... Buddy, wake up... I don't like this."

You're still asleep. Cofagrigus, eyes unmoving and unblinking, seems to be dragging Arven somewhere further away, and he can't get out of his sleeping bag.

"Buddy, wake up!" He says louder. "Hey, hello! Time to wake up! Can you hear me? Wake up, buddy!" He looks back to Cofagrigus. "I don't like this!" Then he calls again to you. "Buddy, wake up!"

[itsfeckinwimdy]

George Russell is the type of guy-

(Fluff Alphabet)

George Russell x Reader

Reader Pronouns: n/a

Word count: 1.9k (1994 words)

Tree Speaks: I got dared to start every section with "George Russell is the type of guy-" and to only refer to him as "George Russell" so I'm dreadfully sorry for what you are about to read.

and jesus fucking christ you lot, you ate up the last grussell post- anyways, more grussell content to come, and possibly more Norris, Lewis and Seb, depending on what the people want. Also, do you want another one of these for a different driver?

F1 Masterlist

Published: 14/01/2023

A = Attention (How much attention do they pay to you? And how much attention do they require?)

George Russell is the type of guy who is constantly paying attention to everything that you do. He is enamoured with you and thus finds himself watching everything you do.

On the other hand, he's like a golden retriever. He needs to know that your watching what he does and paying attention to him every time you're in the same room or in close vicinity. He craves your attention and gets really proud when he sees you watching him.

B = Before (What were they like before they asked you out?)

George Russell was the type of guy who was stressing over everything before he eventually asked you out. Sitting reasonably close to you, his heart started racing and he had to carefully plan his every movement to not make you feel uncomfortable. You grab and hold his hand? Play it cool George Russell, play it cool, this is what normal people do, don't make it weird. It even got to the point where he would get stuck in his own head and wouldn't even realise you were speaking to him.

C = Comfort (How would they help their partner when they feel down/have a panic attack? Etc.)

George Russell is the type of guy who gives the best hugs. Yes, he looks like a toothpick in his outfits, but the boy has muscle and some squish to his beanpole self. Will he check you're okay with being hugged? Absolutely. Will he undoubtedly pull you into his arms when he senses your upset? Of fucking course he will. No crying whilst he's around, Mr Satudray will not allow it. Unless of course you genuinely need a good cry over something then he is sitting right next to you handing you tissue after tissue.

D = Dreams (Do they picture their future with you? If so, is there anything specific they want?)

George Russell is the type of guy who knows exactly what he wants in his future. Does he know it down to the minuscule detail? No, he does not. But does it include yes? Yes, it does.

He wants the mornings when he wakes up in bed next to you. He wants the late nights when the two of you are absolutely shattered but can't help but stay awake to talk to the other.

He wants it all.

E = Everything (You are my ___ e.g. my life, my world?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would call you a piece of fruit in what he would think is a romantic way.

"You are the apples to my oranges" he would say to you, even though apples and oranges are completely different and the only correlation that they have between them is that they are both fruits.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

George Russell was the type of guy who didn't realise he was in love with you until everyone else around him pointed it out. And it wasn't even that he was denying it, he was just oblivious to acknowledging his feelings.

Did he know he liked spending time with you? Yes. Did he also like all the little things about you that he would talk about for days on end without realising until someone pointed it out? Yes. But did he realise that it was called love? No.

It took at least eight different people to point out that he was in love with you before he acknowledged that maybe he loved you and from then on it was just a roller-coaster of emotions.

G = Gifts (How do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would spoil you with gifts at every opportunity.

Would they always be expensive ones? No. But he would always be on the lookout for anything that he knows you like or stuff relating to your current interests or hobbies.

And it became a habit that he would get you something from each race weekend, even if it was a terrible one for him or you were there with him.

H = holding hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

George Russell is the type of guy who either holds your hand in his fully, the whole fingers interlocked and a moderately strong grip, or he doesn't at all.

He's not one for the "cute handholding" where couples link their pinkie fingers and say it's holding hands. It's either all or nothing.

I = Injury (How would they act if you got hurt?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would go insane or would laugh at you. You stubbed your toe on the doorframe, and he's bent over in laughter. But you get in a crash or break a bone and he is hell-bent on destroying whatever hurt you.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they show it?)

George Russell is the type of guy who gets jealous on occasion. If you're friends with other drivers then he doesn't care. But if they start flirting with you and you're seemingly oblivious to their attempts, then comes the clinginess.

K = Kiss (Do they exchange kisses often? Where do they like to kiss?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would constantly be giving you forehead kisses, or just kiss the top of your head if he can't access your face.

L = love confession (How would they confess their feelings?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would be oblivious of his feelings but everyone around would know. Since becoming teammates with him, Lewis hasn't spent a day without hearing something about you or what you're up to. Even Toto has heard many compliments about you from George, so much in fact that one day he asked the driver how his partner was only for George to be confused until realising the team principal meant.

This then led to him spiralling whilst creating a PowerPoint presentation on why he loves you.

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

George Russell is the type of guy to have his favourite memory of you doing something so simple, like the time you rearranged your bookshelf and paused to read him a quote you found funny and then explain the entire backstory and plot behind it.

N = Nicknames (What do they call their partner?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would use endearingly sweet but stereotypical British nicknames for you. Ranging from the doting "Sweetheart," to the classic "Darling", to the obvious but most important "Love" used excessively.

O = On Cloud nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?)

George Russell is the type of guy who will not shut up about you. Before he came to the realisation that he was in love with you, Lewis, Toto, and essentially the entire Mercedes garage, and some of the Williams one, knew practically everything about you as he would not stop talking. So yes, everyone knew he was in love with you.

When it comes to expressing his feelings, George Russell will not stop until you are sick of hearing the phrase "I love you" and threaten to tape his mouth shut.

P = PDA (Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their S/O in front of others? Or are they shy to kiss/hug when others are watching? Etc.)

George Russell is the type of guy who will kiss you in front of everyone and not care. To him, everyone knew that he was in love with you before he did, so what's to harm. However, he does prefer to hold your hand at every opportunity given. And even though he sometimes looks like a bean pole, his hugs are so soft that you have actually fallen asleep in his arms before.

Q = Quality time (How do they like to spend time with you?)

George Russell is the type of guy who just likes spending time with you. Whether that's the two of you watching a movie together, going for a walk at sunset, or even sitting doing your own things in the same room. George Russell just likes to be near you.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

George Russell is the type of guy who, providing neither of you has to leave for work, will refuse to unravel from you and keep you bed-bound all day. Could the two of you be doing something productive? yes, you could. But to George Russell, rainy days are the best for sleeping in and cuddling under the warmth of the duvet.

S = Smile (What makes them smile without fail?)

George Russell is the type of guy who just thinking about you brings a smile to his face.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

George Russell is the type of guy who will talk about anything and everything. It doesn't matter what the topic is, but get him started on something he knows even the smallest bit about, then you will never get him to be quiet again.

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

George Russell is the type of guy who knows you so well and how to offer comfort. He's been your friend for years. If there's one thing he knows how to do, then it's comfort you when you're upset.

V = Valuable (How much do they spend on their partner? Do they choose to spoil them with expensive stuff? Etc.)

George Russell is the type of guy who would collect a souvenir from each race he attends to gift you, even if you are there with him. He used to get you expensive stuff quite a lot until he realised how much you would cherish the smaller less valuable gifts. A fridge magnet of your favourite plant was one of your favourite gifts which in turn sparked the realisation in him. But that's not to say he doesn't get you something expensive occasionally.

W = Wild Card (Random headcanon?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would second guess every message he sends you until you reply back to him. At first, he's like, yep, that's alright, and then after about thirty seconds he begins panicking and wondering what your response is going to be. It doesn't matter what message he's sent you, whether it's asking if you're still awake, or a simple 'I love you', he cannot rest until he gets a reply.

X = XOXO (Are they very affectionate?)

George Russell is the type of guy who will not stop showering you with affection. He's constantly giving you compliments, pulling you into his arms so he can hold you and peppering your face with sweet kisses. It took him a good while to work out that he loved you and now he's going to make sure that you're aware of it.

Y = Yearning (How will they cope when they're missing their partner?)

George Russell is the type of guy who will not stop mentioning how much he misses you. He messages you whenever he can and it's gotten to the point that Toto dreads the weekends that you're not there as it means he has to listen to George Russell talk about how much he misses you.

Z = ZZzzzz (How heavy of a sleeper are they? How do they sleep?)

George Russell is the type of guy that trying to rouse him from sleep is akin to waking the dead. This man hears nothing except his alarm. You try to wake him up, zilch. But he hears his alarm go off, and he is awake instantly. He sleeps like the dead but must have you wrapped in his arms. He is a cuddler.

[elexuscal]

Protective prompt: “He(/she/they) said what to you?!” Murderbot & Pin-Lee. Who’s being protective? Up to you!

When movement triggered outside the door to Pin-Lee's apartment at 3am, local time, a full five days before she was due to return from a planet-side trip, I assumed the worse: i.e. GrayCris or other potentially hostile agent attempting a break-in.

0.2 seconds later-- long enough for me to be on my feet and formulating a response plan-- I registered the figure I was seeing as Pin-Lee herself, and settled back down.

Unexpected, but preferable.

Stil, once she was inside, I asked a message to confirm if she was okay. Pin-Lee waited a worrying long period of time (over five minutes), to respond with a curt 'fine'.

That rung my bullshit meter, but it wasn't any of my business, and also I didn't care. So I wasn't going to ask about it.

And I didn't ask her the next cycle, either, even when she gave my drone this really weird look.

And no. I didn't even ask her three cycles after that, when she ran into me unexpectedly within the halls of the Preservation Alliance government building, and she visibly flinched.

Flinching was fine. I could handle flinching. Flinching was just a thing people did, around SecUnits.

I wasn't going to say anything about it, and I didn't expect her to either.

Three hours later, she sent me a message: [I noticed you turned your drone off.]

I hadn't turned it off. It was in low-power mode. It would fully activate if/when certain key phrases/sounds were detected.

I didn't say anything about that.

Pin-Lee said, [I'm getting the sense I better apologise.]

[For what?] I said, before I could stop myself.

[For flinching like that, when I saw you in the hallway earlier,] she said, and then there was a 7 second pause before her next message. [It's not because I'm scared of you, or anything. I promise.]

[No one said you were.]

My drone was in hibernation, so I couldn't tell if she sighed or not. [I'm just in a weird head-space right now and you surprised me. I flinched and fucked up. Sorry.]

[Okay,] I said.

There was a long enough pause that I thought this conversation was over, and I had gotten back into my book. Then Pin-Lee said, [I got into a fight with my parents.]

[A fight?]

[Well, they called it an 'intervention'.]

[An intervention for what?]

[They said I was bot-drunk.]

They said what? [They said WHAT to you?]

[You heard me.] Pin-Lee stood up and started pacing around her office, which I could see, because I'd turned her drone back on.

Bot-Drunk was a Preservation-specific bit of slang, but most CR languages and cultures had their own equivilents, ranging from 'whales' to 'silicon sluts'. (Gross.) It referred to anyone who got sucked into an obsession with a chat bot, ComfortUnit, or other artificially-constructed personality, coming to view it-- and the supposed relationship attached to it-- as real.

[Wow.]

"They said," Pin-Lee ground out, "that I was working too hard. That I needed a break. Which, okay, fair, maybe I was! But that was why I came down to visit them, like they asked! And then they wait until I'm settled in, and all my childhood friends are there, to say hi, or so I assume. But then I come home one day and they're all gathered in the living room and…" She spluttered in a sort of wordless rage, which man, I kind of wish I could pull off. It looked cathartic.

"And THEN they sit me all down, and they remind me of the AI boyfriend I had when I was twelve, TWELVE. And they say that I'm falling into old traps again. And that they know that 'chat programs can be very convincing', but that 'a layer of fake skin might make you seem more realistic, you still need to keep some perspective on what really matters'…"

[My skin is fake? Could of fooled me.]

"Your emotions, too, apparently," she said, bitterly.

"Huh. Guess I can stop feeling so fucked up about them, then."

She laughed. Then she stopped, abruptly. "I'm sorry. I'm making this all about me."

I shrugged, remembered she couldn't see me, and said, [It's okay.]

"It's not. It's fucked up. It's fucked up that they'd treat you that way, that they'd talk like that to my face."

It was fucked up. But they weren't my family, so I didn't really care.

Except for the way they had very clearly fucked Pin-Lee up, I did. She didn't just look mad; I had seen Pin-Lee mad. Pin-Lee wore anger like armour, or a cape. It made her look distinguished and powerful.

This made her look… bad. It made her skin look blotchy and her eyes look red and her body look shaky.

Okay, yeah. Now I was pissed, actually.

[Want me to go down there? Then they can for themselves just how made-up I am.]

She laughed. It was a long, ugly, bitter laugh. "Don't tempt me, SecUnit. Do not fucking tempt me."

[m4xedout]

One Fin Wonder

Welcome to one fin wonder! This is the first chapter of this series!

content warning!: swearing? Mentions of blood, homeless child, reader is 14-15!

Okay..here we go!

Well then!- you didn't order a wake up call...literally..

"..y/n?" Oh its Sam! Wonder if we'll hang out today-

"I'm moving."

.

What?

Oh shit.

Holy shit no no no.

Sam was the only friend you could go to- THE ONLY PERSON YOU KNEW IF THIS BLOODY TOWN.

Whew..okay.,calm down..maybe it's a joke...Sam jokes alot so it has to be!

"Ahah..haha..hah.. g-good one Sam " you laughed, trying to make it seem like you weren't about to cry.

"What?..what do you mean 'good one's? nothing about this is good y/n!" "Okay! I'm sorry..I thought you were joking.."

Well shit.

"Okay..well?" "I- I'm sorry I have to pack." -beep!-

...

Well this isn't how you thought your summer would start.

Okay well! Time to go search for a job!!..again

You started walking towards the old lady who had always had you help with her cats, you were glad to help, but today was payday! Of 20 dollars but- you could get some food with that!

"Hello Candice! How are the kitties?" The old lady turned around to see you and smiled "oh hello lovey! Goodness you're getting tall heheh, we-well here's your 20 dollars dearie" she handed it to you and before you walked away "buy yourself something to eat sugar!"

"I will think you miss Candi-" and then you bumped into someone

"Shit sorry! My bad" you help the old man up and grab his weird looking cane..

"No no child forgive me, I was just looking at the kittens, you must be working here is that it?" He spoke with a harsh voice, refering to the old lady's shop.

"Oh no! Im just a helper, that's all"

"Helper?..yes..you will do good child"..ew.

"Yeah..aheh.. I gotta go sorry about the bump sir!" You speed walked away and could feel his eyes staring at you from afar.

You end up at some fish shop and see a help wanted poster in the window

"Nice!" You whisper to yourself as you walk in

"Hello there!" Said a woman from behind the counter on the right "be right with you"

You stand there and see all the little fishies swimming about

"Okay love what can i help you with?" "Oh I'm here for the help wanted?"

Her eyes lit up, must be hard working in a fish shop alone

"Oh yes! Thank you! We'll get right to it!" "I-- wait- I don't have to sign anything?"

"Well it's not that hard to take care of fish love, just feed em and watch them swim about their sad little lives!" Heh funny

After she showed you around, she said she was gonna close up shop for the day before-

"Hey uh excuse me?" Oh? First customer!

"Yeah uh do you have a goldfish with one fin?"..one fin? Any other gold fish and he wants one with one fin?...okay

"Uh sir? We have plenty more gold fish with two fins-" "no I need one with one fin!"..

"Sir, please calm down or we'll have to ask you to leave" "okay yeah uh...just give me a goldfish..and hurry, please."

You went to get the gold fish and hand it to the man "here you are sir, a gold fish with two fins! Take care!" He payed you

"Shit let's hope so." and just like that he was gone.

"Weirdo" said the woman

"Maybe he needs it for..something? Art?" You said

"Yeah..anyways darling here's your pay" she hands you a check for 50 dollars

"I- OH MY GOD!" You damn near yelled

She looks at you with confusion as you let out a nervous laugh

"Sorry..I just didn't expect this much holy cow!" "You've done well for you first day on the job!" She pats you on the shoulder

"Now let's go before some other weirdo comes for a blue puffer fish!"

Later that evening you had went to look for a place to settle, when you couldn't find you decind to cross the towns, you went into an alley way and hurried because you didn't want to die in there.

Qnd you came out safely until some random woman wondered up to you qnd asked for you hands, you thought she was gonna rob you so you politely declined, you started to walk way

When you felt her hands grab you and pull you into the alley way.. fucker.

She shoves you against the wall and roughly grabbed your hands

Suddenly, a man in a white suit and cape, came down from the ceiling, and tossed the woman across the alley way, his fists were bloody, and dripping

You sat there, terrified, holy shit, this was how you were gonna die, oh my god.

The man spoke "hey kid you okay?" He sounded familiar?

"Uh..yeah.. just winded I think I'll be okay" "okay, you got a place to stay? Anywhere to go?"..."no"...

"Okay then come with me". He grabbed you hand as gently as he could as he had the feeling they'd be sore tomorrow

He led you in front of a flat, you walked to the front and turned around "hey man thanks-"..he was gone.

After you went in to apply, you promised you'd have more money to pay off the rent

It was a big flat honestly

Just a bed which was fixed pretty good, and a fridge with a couple of food left, you threw out the expired stuff, and layer down

You began to charge your phone and set an alarm.

"7:00"

Okay.

This was your life now.

This is your home.

Can't believe this all happend in one day.

but.

What were you gonna do about it?

You worked at a fish shop

••••••••••

Holy shit, omg YAY :D

just a big thanks to @80pairsofcrocs for the name, and the courage, they're honestly the best person I've met on this app, and I gotta say, I really do love you guys, it may not seem like much here but thank you, seriously <3

[minorisato]

smoke break

wotakoi / nifukura / wc: 788 / warnings: two married men discuss kissing without their wives knowing. the wives would be fine with it, given canon / notes: NA

"So, Naru is bisexual?"

"Yup," Nifuji confirmed, taking a drag of his cigarette.

Kabakura huffed. Narumi had shown up to work that day with a small button on the lapel of her usual blazer, and while Kabakura hadn't thought it was against their workplace's dress code, he was curious about the colours. He'd asked her about it nonchalantly on her break, and while he expected it to be a reference to some anime, he'd instead gotten a stumbling explanation that she had, indeed, learned something about herself. "It makes sense when you think about it," he thought aloud, "tons of cute girls in anime. Easy to fall for them. Sometimes I think Koyanagi likes them more than she likes me," he joked.

Nifuji hummed. "You like them more than you like her."

"I do not," Kabakura instantly replied, as though Nifuji landed one square in his hitbox. "We're married."

"I'm a little right."

"Shut up."

The two stood on the office's balcony, smoking in silence, which Nifuji was pretty okay with. This lasted until, as he had originally, Kabakura broke the silence. "Are you?" He asked simply, causing Nifuji to raise an eyebrow. "Y'know, bisexual."

"Oh," Nifuji breathed. "I dunno. I never really thought about it, I guess." He took a second, looking down at the cars passing below their office building. "I didn't mind crossplaying, that one time. I would do it again, if Narumi wanted. I don't know if that's related, though."

"Have you ever kissed a guy?" Kabakura asked, and he didn't know why he asked, he very much blurted it out, because he was certain he'd asked before, and either way it wasn't really his business, was it? "I'm sorry," he apologized, gritting his teeth a bit. "That was. Out of nowhere, and a personal question, and... weird to say. Apologies."

"Kabakura-san..." Nifuji breathed, looking from the ground below to his friend. (In that moment, it sort of felt like Nifuji had been looking down at Kabakura. In a good way or a bad way, Kabakura wasn't sure.) "Are you trying to..." He paused, as though he was trying to decide whether he should say it or not. "Are you trying to... proposition me right now?"

"Don't get ahead of yourself," Kabakura sneered, "I'm not like that." "I dunno. I mean, have you ever kissed a guy?" Nifuji asked, and Kabakura got the vague feeling that his coworker was probably fucking with him. "Would you like to?" Was the follow-up, upon Kabakura's silence, and the ginger realized yeah, Nifuji was definitely fucking with him.

"Very funny," Kabakura sighed, "I'm married. YOU'RE married."

"As if they'd mind," was Nifuji's (extremely logical) response, (which was true, Kabakura knew it was true, they wouldn't mind- he'd heard about Narumi using Nifuji as a pose reference for her doujinshis before, so certainly, this sort of thing would only be fuel to a pre-existing fire,) and he dropped the topic after that point. The two resumed their smoking in silence until, once again, Kabakura felt the need to address the topic. He couldn't leave it alone, for some reason.

"I mean, we're at work right now, too," he'd stated matter-of-factly, though to Nifuji it sounded more like he was rambling on because his aching blood was taking hold of him. Distantly, the gamer wondered if Kabakura would think of a fanciful name for the printer. "Could you imagine if someone came out here and saw us? We'd- we'd never live it down. We'd probably both get fired for that sort of thing, honestly."

"Kabakura."

"And- and I know Narumi-san and Koyanagi would be okay with it, they'd probably be into it, really, but what if they are? It's definitely one thing to think about it-"

"Kabakura!" "It's a total other thing to have it acted out-"

"Taro!"

The exclamation of his first name seemed to pull him, if only a bit, from his disastrous thoughts. "You're talking about it like we're already in some..." stealth game, Nifuji's brain autofills, though he knows that isn't correct. "Some... secret office romance." Which, actually, feels worse than just saying a stealth game.

Kabakura huffed. "Isn't that what it feels like, though?! Talking about-"

"Look," Nifuji sighed, leaning in closer to Kabakura- and, in turn, making the ginger jump back. "I'll go drinking with you after work. Just this once." Kabakura feels so- he feels pinned down, though he knows he isn't. He could move at any moment, but he doesn't. He feels warm all over. "It'll be our secret, okay?" Kabakura exhaled shakily, forcing himself to relax. He rubbed the cigarette on the railing to put it out, and threw the butt into a nearby trash can. "Yeah," he breathed, "sounds good."

[titanicfreija]

(this one got away from me, it is very long, sorry)

"Fray!"

"Hey! Uh. Velask!" Freija paused and swore quietly before whispering to Sunny. "Now I feel like a jerk, I can only remember one name and it's because Namrask has a sound like name in it. And I can't remember who that was."

"It's okay," Sunny promised.

The Eliksni corner of Artist Alley in this City district featured a small series of tents with a few boxes sitting in the back, all set into a corner niche of buildings. The weaver worked casually while talking to a child next to him, demonstrating with his claws on the loom. The weaver had been the one to call to Freija.

She ventured over anyway, and Sunny saw what she meant about the manual dexterity-- the deft movements and working of his fingers interlacing the fine threads reminded her of a spider making a web and an artist painting a picture at the same time. She didn't realize she stopped to watch until Freija's hand passed under her to guide along.

"Wow," she said aloud, not bothering to hide the awe.

"Right?" Freija said merrily. She turned to the weaver. "I'm afraid I learned a lot of names that day. Are you Namrask?"

"Namraask!" the Eliksni cheered merrily. He then rattled in Eliksni at her, apparently not minding the lost -but-friendly look on Freija's face. He did point at different spots on the corner and tell her where the other Eliksni were and when they'd come back.

Freija stumbled through naming the dancer and saying "later". She then pointed at Sunny and stumbled with a word Sunny didn't recognize, then said, "Ghost, Sunny."

"Sunny!" he cheered. "Velask!"

"Velask, Namraask," Sunny replied. She only picked up a little Eliksni, and didn't have the word she needed for, "Watching."

He checked Freija, probably to see if she wanted to buy something, but she simply handed him a few cubes of glimmer and gestured at the ghost where she hovered.

~

He chortled with a quiet, "Ho ho," and continued working, talking to the child next to him as he did so. Sunny found herself taken in by the motions for longer than she realized-- Namraask moved the loom before she pulled her attention away.

Freija had been waiting patiently, apparently going between her datapad and watching Namraask. "Lasrak will be here this afternoon. I brought your neon shell so you'll have enough pieces, if he'll teach you anything. Namraask said the word for four, and surface Eliksni tend to use sun positions to refer to times, but I can't tell the difference between late morning and mid afternoon, and early morning and noon confuse me. It's an extra letter kinda thing. I can't say them right. So I think he meant there's four dancers."

Sunny bobbed and wiggled her ears happily. "Thank you!" she told Namraask.

"Thank you!" he replied, waving with a lower arm.

Freija led Sunny past the musicians and singers, about half of whom waved at Freija. She put glimmer into every waiting container, watched them all for at least twenty seconds each, and moved on to the graphic arts.

Sunny saw what Freija meant about the pastels. They were a popular medium, with oil and chalk, black and color.

"My guess is they're easy to make," Freija said with a shrug. "Do you want to try? Can use your ears or be whiskers and tie on a thing. I've seen you put the ears on upside down. No backwards, huh. I can tie something to your whisker."

Sunny considered it and looked to someone using ink and stencils. When she looked more, she saw someone doing the opposite, lying something in the way of what they would then pour or spray. "That one is interesting."

Freija followed her sight and led the way over. "The ways we're different are so weird. I completely ignored these. They didn't seem engaged enough."

Sunny giggled and drifted over someone using a rainbow pour, layering the colors to spread over a canvas with a band of interconnected flowers unevenly placed down a side.

The artist didn't notice Sunny nor Freija as they approached. Sunny amused herself, drifting around their shoulders and watching from behind like so often with her guardian, minding the flattening and pouring, carefully controlling ripples and wagging, manipulating the canvas to fill edges. They set the canvas and the paint's catching container to a side, and as they turned back to their work station, Sunny waited for them in the middle of the table. "Hi!"

The artist gasped, nearly falling backward. "Oh, shit! Uh. Sorry." Slowly, they recovered and sat up. They glanced at Freija, but Sunny made herself the center of attention literally, bobbing into the way.

"I like your thing. Can I try?"

Freija laughed, startling the poor painter, a human with brown hair and brown skin and a hat in coveralls. They swallowed nervously. Sunny guessed they weren't here when Freija and Thomas dropped by.

"H-hello," the painter stammered awkwardly, but they spoke in a language Sunny recognized as a derivative of Russian. "I'm not very good at English," they said to Freija. "You may try, but I do not know how you can," they told Sunny.

"Can I pick out the outline thingie?"

The artist nodded and pulled a small tray out, upon which sat a wide diagram of various options. "Not too much."

Sunny assumed they meant the selected items needed to leave room, and she circled. Planets, moons, and stars in many sizes; several kinds of flowers, realistic and stylized; skylines from forests, deserts, the city; animals in varying sizes; what looked like Mars and Venus...

Sunny picked out a rabbit and a bear. The artist pulled them from two of easily ten trays of them, and they placed the stencils on the heavy cloth canvas.

Sunny bobbed in to move them into a position she hoped would carry over without an outline. The artist turned their head to see and clapped their hands, holding up a finger and pulling the bear-shape up to replace it with a different stencil featuring what looked to be invented as an outline, tracing the edges, while the rabbit stayed solid.

Sunny hoped her gesture of gratitude translated, and the artist pointed at the cup, then picked it up and gestured at the many varied containers of paint on a wall rack.

It was hard to pick. "How many?"

"Whatever," they laughed.

Sunny wove over the many, trying to keep in mind what she was going for. Her ears and lotus shell and lights. Freija's hair and skin and fire. Malibeaux Bronze.

First, she nudged the warm white aside, and she pointed at one of the finished ones with dots. "I want those dots with that," she said.

The painter picked up a pair of brushes and placed them next to the white-yellow.

They let her pick the order of paint pouring, and the painter lifted the cup before Sunny could stop them. Freija noticed the ear jump, to her relief, because she rocked forward and placed a fingertip on the cup. "Let me help her," she requested plainly.

They understood the word 'help', but nothing else. They twitched their head at Sunny with a lifted brow.

"I can show her," Sunny explained, rotating her shell. Freija took the cup and let the painter place her fingers appropriately, then let Sunny use her wrist and the heel of her hand to locate the cup.

"Smooth and steady," the painter said.

"Smooth and steady," Sunny told Freija.

Freija let the cup tilt and Sunny used her body to nudge Freija's hand, pleased to see they would likely have the intended effect, including getting the red and white and orange around and in and on the bear. The painter, apparently satisfied, prepared the stars while guardian and ghost wiggled the cup into and off the top corner.

Sunny hesitated, and she heard both guardian and painter laugh in surprise as she dove to manipulate the canvas from beneath, able to pick out the colors by light density passing through, and she spread the edges to the edges, expanded certain colors, smoothed out Freija's admittedly sloppy pouring job.

She emerged, wearing only a smattering of the paint on her shell, to find Freija waiting with a cloth. She admired their result as her guardian scrubbed between her ears.

"Dry morning," they told the guardian as she passed them a sizeable cube of glimmer. "Tomorrow."

"Thank you!" Freija cheered, leaving the shade of the stand and stepping into the busying marketplace.

Glancing back at the Eliksni quarter, Freija saw no dancers, and they continued up the way.

"Do you like jewelry?" Sunny asked. Freija studied it as they passed a stand, but it never occurred to Sunny that she might.

"I like seeing it. Maybe Rise would like some."

"Rise would need to buy her own, or else you'd have to buy all of it so she could use as needed."

Freija snickered. "Can buy little at a time 'til she's got a good collection."

"You just want to flirt with Rise."

"I always wanna flirt with Rise."

The city dwellers here seemed to be in fairly good spirits. Sunny did notice Freija deliberately dropping by stands of those in poorer condition, if stands looked shabby or their arts limited or low-quality, especially ones with cheap materials, occasionally buying something as an excuse to give glimmer and a tip. And the single book stand, though she didn't entertain pretending to be interested there.

"You're just kind of tossing the glimmer around," observed Sunny. "You're downright cheap in the Tower."

"Found out how far it goes on the ground. A bowl of ramen in the Tower can be a week's living down here, in the more run down corners. A full day guaranteed for almost all of them. Been trying to make sense of the disparity. Ramen is a pain to make but shit."

Sunny agreed silently. Freija pet between her ears and they continued.

A marble worker and a metal sculptor, an exo and Awoken respectively, waved and called Freija over.

"Do that again," said the metal worker said before she got close, holding out a plain silver-gray cube of metal.

"Have you been waiting for me to come back?" She asked the Awoken.

"Yes. Do it again."

The exo crossed their arms and Freija gave a revelatory nod. "Oh, this is friend you said wouldn't believe it."

"She's even got her ghost!" cried the metalworker, gesturing.

"She's got a ghost with her," they argued.

Freija used her hands and only a little Light to heat the metal cube, forcing it into a lumpy ball, and then into an uneven but smooth sphere.

"There, see? Real guardian," the Awoken told the exo.

"You get discounts?" Asked the marble worker. They sounded hostile, but Freija took the note with grace.

"Gifts, but I pay for them," she promised. "Do you do your stuff out here? Can I see?"

The exo almost lost their balance, taking a step back and finding their own table in the way. "Yeah?"

The Awoken crowed with laughter, slapping his knee. "Oh man! I knew it! Completely speechless, look at you!"

The lights in their face flickered and flashed as they visibly (but not audibly) stuttered. "Sh-shut up, Min! It's not cos she's a guardian, I'd get like that if anyone wanted to watch! Be right back."

They sprinted away from the market, almost running into someone as they passed.

The Awoken metalworker, Min, grinned at Freija. "He gave me so much shit when I came home talking about you. Told me the guardian you were with was a guardian but you were just a normal Awoken, and I fell for a trick when you did that welding melting thing, said I let you waste materials and was lying about you paying for it. I kept that. If you want it. You left it here."

Freija peeked as they pulled it out and she giggled, face darkening. "You can keep it," she laughed. "Shit, break that down, do you need me to break it down?"

"Is it supposed to be a cat?" Sunny asked.

"No," Freija groaned, ducking her head and putting her head on her forehead to hide her darkening face. "I don't wanna talk about it. You need me to unweld pieces?"

"Nah. Be good conversation piece," the metalworker replied.

The marble sculptor returned with a block about the size of their fist and a very small drill with a collection of other tools wrapped in a leather kit.

Before he got started, however, he hesitated, nervously checking Freija. "I can't tell you anything about how I do this."

"I'm not trying to learn this one, I crumble stones in my grip," she assured him. "I wanna see how it's done."

He got started over a side table, drilling with varying bits until they decided that was enough, and they withdrew the tiniest hammer Freija had ever seen to break off parts they'd drilled into, shattering parts and leaving a seashell shape.

"Think we could make a hammer that little?" Sunny teased.

"I can't even make a fire that little."

"Huh?" The sculptor stopped to lift a brow at them. "Saw the fire, what's this about hammers?"

"I can make a hammer," Freija explained. "Pulling one will heat this whole marketplace up, so I'm not gonna, but basically it's this big block of solidified Light with a handle. Not for working with like you. For.... My work." Freija bit her bottom lip. "Mostly throwing."

The exo either understood entirely or had absolutely no idea what was meant, because they barely waited for her to finish before they picked up a tiny chisel and a slightly bigger hammer. "If you come back in a few hours, I'll have finished. You can buy it if you want after that. Dunno if you have the hours you need to watch."

"Only reason to move is to show Sunny the Eliksni dancer." Freija heard the man behind her start to speak and saw the exo cut him off with a sharp glare.

Sunny enjoyed the work but it didn't catch her attention like the paint. "You're highly skilled."

"Thank you! I worked hard for it! I see you getting bored, so regardless of your guardian, I'll see you later."

Sunny bobbed and hovered up, wondering how the boredom showed. Freija followed her away with a wave to the artists.

Four dancers had lined up at the Eliksni corner, all with scarves on limbs and headpieces made to look like hair. One still had two stumps of returning docked limbs, and another had a prosthetic.

Three lined up facing out while the one from Freija's first visit stood in front, facing them.

No music accompanied the first go through of a dance. The amputee used their left arm as the top set and the right as the bottom, so that when their fellows stretched forward and back at the same time, so did they, just sideways.

During the warmup, the accompanying band arrived.

"We vibration detectors love a tight string, no?" laughed a strange Eliksni from behind her translator.

Freija didn't understand, until the stranger nodded to the band member with an instrument of tightened strings over a hollow resonator, presumably tuning it. "Oh. Huh."

"Yes. I also marvel at the variety of tightened-string instruments of the humans. Drums are also similarly broad."

"Do you guys have a standard shape or do you manipulate the sounds by consistent variables unrelated to shape?" asked Sunny.

The stranger seemed to appreciate the question. "It depends on resources. Many were derived from each other and available supplies often dictated shape. Music became extremely low priority for quite some time. It is a marvel that any instruments lasted to be copied."

Freija didn't answer, knowing the problems and how little (and how much) she had to do with that.

"I do not see many human dancers. Many musicians."

Freija glanced at Sunny, who wagged her ears uncertainly. "Dunno why. Guardians dance all the time, but less art and more play."

"Ah. Dancing can be regarded as playful?"

"To us. What's going on with yours?"

"Ours tell stories. If you learn the language, you will understand the stories."

"Good to know. Is this a regular thing?"

The stranger seemed to smile. "Today is special, but often one will practice here. You would like to see more?"

"Me and my ghost both. I tried to learn some, not long ago, the dancer here offered to teach. He couldn't help with the two arms thing but I can see that one adapted, I can adapt."

"I would be happy to translate on a day that is not this one," they said cheerfully, guiding Freija to a side where they could watch and be out of the way when the music and dancers got into real position. "My son," she added, pointing at the one with a prosthetic arm. "His children and husband and their wives," she added, gesturing at a group of easily ten children coming down the street with four grown Eliksni escorting them. "I do not know the fourth," she said.

"Is that Eido or just someone else with the same flaps on her hood?"

"It is!" said the Eliksni with them.

"Tiix!" Eido called waving merrily. "Guardian!" she added, unable to hide her surprise, pausing mid-step before continuing onward.

The children gathered to sit near their grandmother and Freija stood to a side to feel less invading, but Eido patted the ground next to her with a lower hand and lifted the other in a welcoming gesture. "We will all be more comfortable if you sit amongst us," she whispered, guiding Freija to sit next to her.

The scribe tried to continue, but the music drowned out anything else.

[jiyansthesis]

TATTOO PARLOR ☆ CRUSH

MICHAEL ☆ AFTON

x reader (gender neutral)

summary: it's your first time getting a tattoo, and you can't help but notice that your tattoo artist is a bit. . . hot

I need michael moots hmu + I'm taking over the michael tag :) this also might have 2 parts

I had to search up abt tattoos in the 80's for this ong and I use the word arm so much help

not proofread

part one ## part two

the bell above the door rang, announcing your presence. it was a pretty small shop, and there were only two people working there. one was occupied with inking someone and the other was wiping down equipment.

"hey, you here for a tattoo?" the man who wasn't working greeted you. "sorry, stupid question. you're obviously here for one."

you nodded, smiling. woah, he was attractive.

"there's this one thing I want. can I show you?" you started pulling your reference out your bag as he agreed.

"this is cool," he examined the drawing. "where do you want it?"

you pointed to where you wanted it on your lower arm.

"alright, just wait over here. I'll make a stencil." he pointed you over to a chair and went somewhere to the back.

a few minutes of absently swinging your legs and looking around the store, he finally came back.

he sat down in the chair that was facing yours, and grinned.

"ever had a tattoo done, love?" he motioned for you to show your arm to him and he began to wipe it down to sterilize it.

"no." you shook your head, shivering at the cold wipe. or was it because such a hot man was literally touching you? has to be the cold wipe.

"well, you picked a decent spot to get your tattoo, so this shouldn't hurt." he ran his hand through his mullet after throwing away the wipe.

his hair looks really soft.

you mentally scolded yourself, pushing that thought into the back of your mind as he pulled on some gloves.

"so, what's your name?" you asked when he began to place the stencil on your skin.

"michael. yours?" he seemed concentrated on placing it just right.

you gave him your name, and he slightly nodded in acknowledgement.

after nearly 20 tries, he seemed content with the placement and focused his attention on his equipment tray.

"I'm gonna have to shave the area real quick," he held up a razor.

he did this in silence, the buzzing of the other tattoo gun the only noise in the shop.

you were busy thinking about something- or someone- else, and michael snapped you out of it.

"this is gonna feel kinda weird, alright?" he waited for you to answer before settling the tattoo gun's needle onto your arm.

you slightly flinched, and michael locked eyes for you for a second before putting his gaze back to your arm.

"steady, love."

you slightly flushed and decided to admire his arms. he has zero right to be wearing a band shirt with rolled up sleeves.

"you work out a lot?" you broke the silence.

his muscles rippled, and he chuckled. "yeah, I do. you like them?"

"i didn't say that!" you defended yourself.

"I didn't say you said that," he smirked, wiping off some excess ink.

"mhm," he hummed.

yeah, you were gonna shut your mouth from now on. but man. . . he smells like vanilla and something more darker.

there wasn't really that much pain, until he grew closer to the inside of your elbow. you let out a little yelp, and michael asked you:

"you okay? it starts to hurt more in bends like that."

"I'll be fine. the pain isn't even that bad." you replied, holding back little tears.

"sure you aren't a masochist?" he joked, and by then he was done with that area of you arm.

"depends." you shot back.

he laughed.

"do you have any tattoos?" you haven't seen any on his arms.

"I do."

you started looking more closely at him. "I dont see any."

"you really love checking me out, huh? that's because they're in places where only some people can see."

your face heated up at the implication of that, only letting out a small "oh."

the rest of the linework was done without either party speaking to each other. you decided it was best you leave him alone.

of course, you still jumped a little whenever the pain got worse, and michael would comfort you, but other than that no real conversation was made.

nearly an hour later, michael shut off the gun and let out a sigh, standing up.

"you like it? all I have to do now is wrap it up." he stood, grabbing something that looked like saran wrap and applied it to your tattoo.

"I love it!" you exclaimed.

he was happy with your response, and then began to tell you about taking care of the tattoo.

"keep this bandage on for three days, and then you're going to have to take care of your tat for two weeks." he went on about self care, but you weren't exactly paying close attention.

you were pouting about not being able to see michael again. well, you could get another tattoo, but that means you'd have to get a lot.

"hey, love, did you hear me?" he waved his hand in front your face. "you're staring."

"I heard you," you lied. that's embarrassing.

"hope you did. if not, I'll give you this pamphlet that gives you the same instructions I just told you. jack over there will take your payment." he gestured over to the redhead and left to the back room again.

you payed, and michael came back.

"here," he held it out. "make sure you read it closely."

he winked and you were sure the tips of your ears were turning red. you took it from him, thanking him.

"thank you so much, michael."

"no problem. you should totally come again. you're one of the best clients I've had."

"I'll try my best," you promised.

you left, looking back at the store and seeing michael waving at you. you waved back and made it into your car.

you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and looked at the paper in your hand.

'call me love <3 xxx-xxxx-xxxx' was written on the front.

oh, you were definitely coming back.

[heshoes]

Rooted

In which Harry is quite literally the strong silent type and y/n was taught that not speaking when spoken to is impolite. When you run into each other in the most unexpected of places you start to wonder is he just rude or is there something else going on that’s deeply rooted.

warnings: these characters smoke that gas 🚬⛽️, selective mutism, mentions of anxiety, floof, smut

word count: 11k

Pairing: Y/N x Harry

Idk man. Im at work. I'm bored and I met the sweetest non vocal person and got inspired. I looked up some things about this specific type of anxiety and tried to do it justice so I hope not to offend or get it too off kilter. Also the Denver show helped with that little hand gesture he made in reference to trees being blown while he was preforming  (🚬💨🍃🍃) If you like it reblog and let me know, but for now it's just a blurb (also I wrote this on my phone don't come for me about how weird it might look 😫)

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You pulled up early to your lab class yet how you ended up being this fucking late was humorous. An unwarranted giggle escaped your lips as you began a search for body mist and hopefully your drops that could help conceal how bloodshot the whites of your eyes had become. Your room mate insisted that you needed to relax more and you could kind of agree with that because you had been kind of high strung between working and studying, and just being you so she suggested you smoke a little just to take the edge off.

The two of you didn't go to the usual spot on top of the parking garage near your dorm to light up, instead, Anise suggested you hotbox in her car.

"Look, we both have class in this building and if we do it right here at least we won't be super late, you get me?"

The apprehension you’d had about the idea was overwhelming to say the least. It was way too close to the science department and there was no way that the two of you wouldn't get found out, but you took the joint in between your lips and inhaled the smoke anyway to stop your pesky thoughts that had you question everything. You expected to relax and you did, what you did not expect was to be so relaxed that you fell asleep in Anise's car. It must have been your circadian rhythm that woke you up and fuck, thank God for that, but clearly it was just as foggy as you were at the moment because you didn't reach your lab class until 20 minutes after it was set to start.

As you opened the door to enter the busy workshop you did a silent prayer that your sweet peach body perfume disguised the stank of sour diesel, the strain that was supposed to give you a burst of energy yet somehow did the complete opposite for you, clearly. Your professor looked in your direction irritatedly so at the disruption. He was speaking loudly to the class and pointing to an empty lab chair simultaneously, signaling for you to have a seat and as you did a thought hit. You didn’t think you knew anyone in this class.

You walked past several students wearing goggles and even though the thick eye-safety wear served as a disguise you knew that you wouldn't recognize anyone even if they were removed. The class was big you'd admit, but was it really so large that you didn't know a single soul? Were you so high that you'd walked into the wrong lab space? That was your professor in the from of the classroom, but was this in fact your class? Were you walking fast enough to get to your seat? You felt for a moment that you moved in slow motion even though you tried to put pep in your step. Paranoia ensued interrupting your languid high with a vengeance and you cursed yourself as you took a seat with a grin on your face that showed quite the opposite of what you were feeling.

Digging in your book bag you took out your goggles and your lab manual, turning to the page written on the board. You took deep breaths to calm yourself before you turned to your partner for the day hoping to get insight.

"Sorry I'm late. How much did I miss?" Your eyes met with the side of his face as he sniffled and sighed morosely, however, he didn't even look at you or answer you question for that matter.

"Hey, do you mind filling me in a bit? I can help you just as soon as I see what step we're on." You spoke again and again you were met with silence. He continued to work but this time he at least looked your way, taking a bacteria culture out of a test tube and placing it on a Petri dish. Once again your paranoia rose along with your embarrassment.

Maybe you just thought you were talking to him and you were saying all of these things in your head? Maybe he was a transfer student and didn't even speak English? He looked at you out the side of his eye and then back at his lab manual pushing it toward you slightly. Silently you swore to yourself that you would never smoke so close to class time again to save yourself the embarrassment. Normally, it was fine if you did it early enough in the day so that you could revel in the settling, energizing, effects, but now you were off. You would also be sure to make a mental note to ask Anise if she was indeed sour diesel and not some other kind of paranoia inducing strain, if that even exists.

Your lab partner had since dived back into his work focusing on the chemical reaction in front of him. Just as you were about to tap him for his attention in a final attempt to catch up to the rest of the class, he balled up small piece of paper tossing it at the boy that sat across from him.

"Harry, what's up man? There are better ways at getting my attention and you know it." The boy spoke lifting up his goggles to look at the one he called Harry, only causing him to grin. They both chuckled as they made eye contact and the boy spoke again, this time more amused.

"You're such an asshole. What?" Harry tilted his head toward you before turning his head haphazardly to look at you up and down. As he did, the amusement left his eyes and you were met with a blank stare. Clearly he was annoyed that you were late. His friend looked at you before looking back at Harry whose gaze quickly dropped from your eyes down to his book, tapping at it in a very specific place.

"Hi. So look he's on step... ten? Yeah step ten. You can jump in there."

"Oh...okay. " You spoke slightly confused, wondering why the one known as Harry didn't tell you this himself, but instead of dwelling on it too long, you jumped in. You tried to talk to him the entire time and reassure him that the assignment would be just fine even with your tardiness. You asked him several questions. You even tried to crack a joke or two. Hell you started to get on your own nerves, but Harry said nothing. Not even a chuckle left his lips at your bad dad joke and you knew that not everyone liked those kinds, but damn.

Regardless of the lack of communication you worked together well, finishing the 20 step lab assignment and getting the desired results. You could have sworn that Harry took a step back and let you do the majority of the rest of the work alone, but even if he did you couldn't really blame him, he did do all of the beginning without you.

By the end of class you couldn’t help but notice how loud his silence actually was. You tried not to but you glanced at him a few times and he had the same expression every time you looked. The man was deadpan focused to the point that it was almost off-putting. You removed the goggles on your face and put them back in your bag as you watched Harry do the same. It was rude to stare at him and you knew it but it was even worse now, because now he’d caught you staring.

"Thank you for not being too pissed for me being late. I mean.. You aren’t right? I’m kind of grasping for straws here..." You spoke to offset your panic as Harry stood and looked at you plainly, grabbing his lab manual and gathering the rest of his things in tow. This has to be the first time you were able to fully face him and take in his appearance.

He was tall when he stood at his full hight, however he only did that briefly to stretch before slightly slouching back down in bad posture where his spine felt more comfortable. He continued to look at you without a word and that's when you noticed his eyes were a pretty sage green, the kind that would make a person stumble over their words if he caught you in an intense gaze. He looked you up and down again, slowly, still with nothing to say. The once over made you uneasy however causing  your eyebrows to knot.

"What?" You asked shaking your head slightly, annoyed now with him. You wanted him to say something, anything and for a moment there seemed to be a build, only for it to end anti-climactically. His head tilted to the side before he puckered his pink lips, only to make a smacking sound  with his lips and turn back to the desk that both of you sat at during lab.

"Do you know how rude that is? I've been trying to ask you questions and talk to you this whole time."

He ignored you once again as he scribbled something hesitantly onto a piece of paper left on the table. You shook your head and you turned to leave but just before you could take a second step, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. Taken off guard you turned back only to be handed the paper that Harry was writing on, reading the message that was left on it.

You're high.

Your eyes widened in shock and the paranoia that began to settle was awakened from the dust and Harry walked past you exiting the room quickly, leaving you in your panic without so much as a word.

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"So you mean to tell me that he just gave you this note...and then left?" Anise asked cackling finding humor in the situation where you found red flags. She sat on her bed eating spinach dip out of the jar with a family sized bag of chips as the munchies effect kicked in.

"Yes! And if he knew then what if the professor knew?"

"Y/N, so?! So what if he did? The only disruption you caused was coming in late. You went in, you did the work, you left. That's all they want you to do. And you have a medical card. People know now that some weed is used for medicinal purposes...in some cases anyway.

You rolled you eyes as you sat on the bed next to her grabbing a handful of chips from the bag, still bothered that Harry wouldn't speak to you.

"I mean, I guess. But what about the other stuff I told you? That's weird right? I was trying to talk to him the whole time and it was like I was talking to a wall."

"Maybe he's deaf?"

"He doesn't wear hearing aids and he didn't have a translator."

"Not all deaf people need hearing aids or a translator. Not to mention that hearing aids are expensive if insurance doesn't cover all of it.  Maybe he’s shy…Maybe he just doesn't like you?"

"Or maybe he's just insanely rude? I get that I was late I get that he did the majority of the work but like, the least you can do is speak."

"Why do you care so much, anyway?" Anise asked scooping out the last of the spinach dip, but the question stuck with you.

Did you care? perhaps care wasn't the best choice of words, you’d just met him after all and you knew too little about him to care really. Did it bother you? Yes, without a doubt. You found yourself to be a likable person most of the time or at least you hoped you were, and for him to outright not speak made you feel some type of way. Was it something you said? You’d kept your line of questioning to the project at hand, or at least you thought you did. You tried not to be overtly annoying. You knew that you were already pushing it by being late so you busied yourself right away, jumping in and finishing where he’d started thanks to the help you received from the guy sitting across from you. For at least 10 minutes you sat in silence staring into space replaying the encounter in your head, but for the life of you, you couldn't figure it out and you’d be damned if you let it wreck your brain any farther.

“Y/N!”

“What?” you pulled yourself out of your trance at the sound of Anise’s voice.

“Damn. I called your name 5 times. Let’s go get something to eat. This spinach dip barely scratched the surface.”

You stood to go with your friend and roommate to get food from where ever the shitty college town had to offer and blamed your extreme focus on the herb even though you knew deep down that though Harry was rude, you were slightly intrigued by his silence.

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A week had come and gone and it was Thursday once again, it was lab day once more. You’d gotten to class just on time not giving you the best pick of seats. Knowing now— since you weren’t even the slightest bit inebriated—that this was indeed your correct lab block, you took the same seat that you had last week since there weren't many to choose from anyway. You wouldn’t say that you were looking for Harry exactly, but you did spot him as soon as he walked in.

It was kind of hard not to see him really, and you wondered to yourself how exactly was it that you’d been in this class for two months and not notice him. It had to be that he was here and in his seat before you every time you came in to class. It had to be that you were so focused on your work because rudeness aside and unworthy god complex out the way, at the very least Harry was very attractive. He was the epitome of tall dark and handsome and wether you liked it or not, he had an air of mystery about him simply off the strength that he must not have found you interesting enough to talk to.

He was on his phone, head down, texting vigorously while chewing gum, clearly not paying attention as he continued his stroll to the lab table in the back where he sat last week. When he finally did look up and see that you were to be his lab partner again, he stopped in his tracks quirking an eyebrow before he hesitantly took his seat next to you.

“What was that face for?” You asked as he rested his elbow on the desk, putting his head in his hand.  It was almost as if he froze up completely.

“Harry?” You questioned again and you could have sworn you saw him raised his eyebrows in response. Maybe he was just hard of hearing? Maybe if you spoke a little louder?

“Can you hear me? I said what was that face for?” You foolishly spoke louder and slower, annunciating your words more in case he needed to read your lips. Harry jumped at the change of octave and looked at you quizzically before his stare went blank again, giving you the same expression that he gave you last week as his friend came in with his lab partner taking their seats across from you and Harry.

“Hey, Y/N is it? He’s not deaf you know? He can hear you just fine. No shouting needed.”

Harry said nothing, only lowering his head at his friends reveal and you were left mortified yet again. So then he didn’t like you. He must have found you annoying, so much so that he avoided general communication or recognition of you as a person. So you'd decided that this class you'd try your best not to say anything to him just as he didn’t to you. Thankfully this lab assignment didn't necessarily call for active partners to help each other. You each had your own microscopes so you didn’t have to ask him anything, but part of you could feel him looking at you.

You continued your work as if Harry wasn’t there, until the lab let out. Gathering your belongings quickly you stood from your chair in preparation to leave. You had half a mind to tell him off. You’d thought about a retort the entire class, but the embarrassment and anxious feeling you had about being made a fool of held your tongue. You knew you shouldn’t let little things like this get to you, but for some reason your brain enjoyed tormenting you. Having you think for hours about a situation, about what you should have said in certain scenarios such as these long after the opportunity to do so had come and gone. You picked yourself apart about shit like this to the point where it would cause you to lose sleep and be high strung much like you were last week and you hated it.

There was nothing that you could do but take your anxiety medication and you didn’t like that. You didn’t want to be on pills the rest of your life. It was hard enough remembering to take your birth control, so when you got your hands on a medical marijuana card and you found strains of the weed that relaxed your mind and gave you energy in a ‘cool way’ sans the pills, you jumped at the opportunity. You were pretty sure that you would take a hit tonight and maybe share a little bit with Anise if she was free. You could feel yourself trying to self sooth your anxious mind before a hand rested lightly on your shoulder.

You turned to look at him again and it was as if you had deja vu, but instead of him passing you a note, he raised his eyebrows in concern as he glanced at you. You started to open your mouth to tell him to leave you alone before an automated voice came though his phone shocking you slightly.

Hey, are you...good?

You listened to what the phone had to say essentially knowing that it was speaking for Harry as you tilted your head to the side. You had half a mind to just walk away, but at least he was sort of checking on your well being?

“So you could hear me last week?”

Harry looked at you putting his pointer finger in the air signaling for you to wait a moment as he typed on his phone again replying to your question. He looked super focused and it was slightly endearing, but you were still annoyed.

Yeah.

“And you can hear me clearly now?” Harry looked back down at his phone typing again only for the same reply to come.

Yeah. The phone answered you in its staccato  robotic way as its master lifted his eyes ever so slowly to meet your face.

“Good to know because you’ll hear what I'm saying now. You’re rude. I know that I came in late but you didn’t even acknowledge my existence when I was clearly asking you questions on an assignment that partners have to ask questions about. I just wanted to be of some help to you and do my part, but I got the hint. I won’t bother you next time I promise. ”

You turned quickly to walk away on a high because you felt you said what you needed to, but your anxiety about the whole ordeal was still higher than you thought it would be. Harry didn’t try to stop you, but why would he? He barely even liked you. At this point you feel as if he only said anything to clear his conscious since he could obviously tell that you were frazzled during class.

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You found yourself reporting back to Anise as she got ready for a date or to have her back blown out as she modestly put it.

“So he does talk, just not in the traditional way” She stated as she checked her lip gloss and pushed her boobs up towards her neck.

“Yes he speaks, only when he feels like.”

“Don’t most people speak, only when they feel like? But once again why do you care if he talks to you or not? I think you might have a crush.”

“A crush?” Your face contorted at first because it was mentioned and then because the idea wasn't horrible.

“I’ll let that simmer with you Y/N, but I think I might be right.”

Anise left the dorm and you pondered long and hard over what she said, completed a corse work assignment and then pondered more before you finally decided that this could be a fact. You could have a crush on Harry even though you've only been around him two times and perhaps that's why it bothered you. Finding out that you had a crush on someone who was outright rude was like finding out that your favorite celebrity is an asshole. And you didn't want asshole to be the type that you were drawn to, even though it seemed inevitable. You'd been with enough assholes in the past maybe only 2 of them were sweet and it just didn't work out, but why you were thinking of your past relationships and connecting them to a man you'd just met was mind boggling to you within itself.

You could feel your mind beginning to race and negativity sneaking up on you and that's not how you wanted your night to go. In order to put a stop to it you opened your medicinal case and saw that your stock was running low and  that alone made you anxious, not that you were thrilled to feel like you had to depend on anything to keep you calm but you would rather refill the weed than refill the pill bottle. When you looked at the time you could feel yourself relax a bit. If you left now, you could make it to the dispensary just before they closed.

Grabbing closest cardigan that you could get your hands on you left.  It was almost like they had a dispensary on every corner now that smoking was just as legal as having a drink recreationally; though you never really did it to have fun as others did, you never really minded sharing what you did get with Anise who— to your understanding anyway— does not have a problem controlling her anxiety.

You hopped out of your car and walked in just 20 minutes before closing time and was helped right away, taking your pick of medical strains in edible form and the actual herb that were more potent than that of the kind simply used for a good time. You took out your card to pay when you heard the bell go off that was tied to the doors handle and when you looked a lump formed in your throat.

It was him. It was Harry and here you thought you wouldn't have to see him until class next week. You put on a stoic expression and averted your eyes back toward the counter to hand the cashier your card when the employee smiled in his direction and spoke to him as if he were an old friend.

“Hey Styles! I’ll be with you in a minute man, alright?”

You glanced out of the corner of your eye to catch Harry smile and nod at the man behind the counter before his gaze rested on you, this time with a sense of interest instead of the blank stare. You didn’t want to admit that you could feel your heart flutter in your chest when he smiled at the cashier. His pearly white bunny teeth and the dimples that pitted his cheeks only added to his attractiveness, but it was too bad— you thought. An ugly attitude can spoil even the most beautiful of people.

“Hmm”  You looked up at the sound. It was the first sound from his vocal chords that you’d heard him utter since being around him twice in the two hour lab class.

He noticed that he’d gotten your attention as he stuffed his large hands in the front pockets of his shorts and his mouth went into a flatline when the two of you held eye contact for a period of time that was less comfortable than normal. Before the time drew on to a full 30 seconds he’d pulled his phone out of his back pocket, typing into it and making the robotic voice sound for him again.

What?

Your eyebrows furrowed because he was directing the question towards you.

“What do you mean what? You know what it doesn’t matter. Don’t talk to me now.”

His eyes rolled as he began to type again and you were handed your receipt to sign.

Well technically I’m not talking am I?

Your eyes cut to him quickly to see that he had the nerve to be grinning at his own joke. Placing the pen back on the counter you grabbed your bag to leave just as Harry approached it. When he pulled out his medical card to be scanned your eyes widened in shock. Initially when you saw him walk in here you thought for sure that he had to be a recreational user, but you were quickly proven wrong.

You paused slightly curious as to what it was that he was getting as the employee moved towards him, showing him strains that you knew for a fact to help with anxiety, drowsiness, and loss of focus...some of the very same strains that you have had yourself. You slowly edged closer and closer, curiosity quickly getting the best of you until a robotic voice startled you out of your thought.

Invading my space again I see. May I assist you, in some way Y/N?

You jumped at the sound of your name leaving the phone especially since Harry hand’t used it before. For all you knew you weren’t even sure that he knew your name until now. Ignoring his question you leaned on the counter for support, trying to remain as cool and casual as you possibly could. A scowl was present on his lips and though you knew he was irritated this time without having to question it, his look of disdain was still very...beautiful.

“I’ve gotten that before...” You spoke quietly before glancing up at him. He let out a deep sigh as his eyes looked down to meet yours briefly, very briefly before averting his gaze back to his phone to type again.

Good for you, stoner. I would appreciated if you gave me some space though. I wasn't breathing down your neck when you were getting whatever you did.

“God,” you sighed irritation evident in your tone, “Why do you have to be such a snippy asshole?” You waited for his reply patiently. It took him a while as he took out his card to pay for his purchase and had to type his response so that it could be heard, but you waited regardless.

You’re one to talk. Entitled much?

You scoffed to yourself before closing your eyes, resting your pointer finger and thumb on the bridge of your nose in exasperation.

“You know what? Am I doing this? I don’t have to. If you want to be left alone, fine.”

You turned on your heal hastily, leaving Harry in the shop, daring to glance back as you opened the door to exit. It was almost as if he were hurt by what you’d said as the look on his face was solemn and long, but how could he be? He was the asshole in the situation. You’d tried several times to display friendliness and be as kind as you could. If he was hurt, you thought, it would serve him right.

You'd  got in your car to drive away, but as soon as you did, your brain begun its torment. Were you really entitled? You didn’t think that you were, but for him to say it he must have truly thought so. You thought that you were just trying to be friendly initially, but the more you thought about it, the more you noticed how there could be some truth to Harry’s accusation. You were irritated that what he'd said bothered you but mostly you were irritated that he was right.

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You made sure you got to lab early and you sat in a different seat this time around. Somewhere that you could keep to yourself. What Harry said kept you up all night because it was fact. You did have a very entitled air about you. The way you felt as if he had to talk to you, like you, tell you why he uses his phone to speak for him it was all so intrusive so presumptuous and what made it worse is you truly didn't even know him.

So today you sat at a lab table in the middle of the room, back to where you would normally sit, back to the lab partner that you would normally have to be sure that you didn’t step on his toes or he on yours with repetitive rejection of friendship. Perhaps it would be for the best, you thought as you rested your head in your hands while your peers began to trickle into the room taking their respective seats. You found yourself searching their faces looking for one in particular because though you wouldn’t bother him anymore, you would still guiltily admire his features. Spotting him was easy now as he sauntered slowly into the room. You took in what you could of him without making it awkward, but when he sat next to you willingly your eyes widened like saucer bowls.

He glanced over in your direction actually looking at you rather than blank staring before he took out his pen and his notebook writing something down before the notebook was slowly passed your way.

I'm sorry I was mean last week. You're not that invasive I guess. And I don't want to be "left alone" as you put it...I feel alone enough of the time.

You read over the words in his unique hand writing and it caused your hearts strings to pull and your soft spirit to pour out.

"No you were right. Sorry for pushing. You don't have to be alone and I'm sure you won't be. That was a shit thing for me to say.”

Harry grinned a genuine grin before he pulled his notebook back toward him as class begun and you couldn’t help but admire his side profile. Anise was right. There was no point in questioning it. You had the smallest crush.

Class went on and though you continued to work silently like you did the previous two times in working with him, the silence this time was now more comfortable. You didn’t feel the need to fill the void with conversation or question, instead you and Harry worked in tandem until your assignment was completed. Once class had let out he gathered his things as he would any other time, however, you didn’t want to have to wait whole week before you saw him again. Swallowing down any anxious thought you had at this sudden turn of events, you put yourself out on a limb and hoped that it didn’t break.

“Hey, uh, can I ask you something?” Your voice was timid as you spoke, but you caught his attention. He turned to face you slowly and nodded before he quickly obviated his gaze towards the ground.

“Would you like to, I don’t know..go to a movie or something? Only if you don’t have another class though. I was just going to go home, but I figured—“

Y/N...are you asking me on a date?

Your eyes went wide but so was Harry’s as he nervously kept his gaze on his phone.

“Uh— I mean, a platonic one, yes... I guess so."

Why?

The question took you aback as the look on his face grew suspicious, but you decided to be as honest about it as you could without admitting that you thought that he was cute. "I’d like to get to know you in a non intrusive manner. I’ve kind of wanted to get to know you since the first day we worked together, but you know...”

You exhaled negativity and inhaled-self respect. You were proud that you'd done just what you wanted to, however, when Harry had yet to respond you thought you’d done something wrong. His eyes stayed wide stuck to his phone and it wasn’t until you touched his arm that he escaped his trance.

“Hey, we don’t have to go. It’s okay. It was just a thought... I’ll see you next—”

No. Wait...we can go. I’ll drive.

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The ride to the theatre was filled with good music, glances and a familiar smell that you didn’t want to blatantly point out. Sure you know he smoked it too. He was at the same dispensary you were after all, but because he used his medical card asking him what the smell was, to you, was like asking what he smoked it for and you didn’t want to dig too deep. Not on the first time hanging out.

He parked and you both decided on a movie titled Malignant that had just come out. He unlocked the door for you, but before you put your door on the handle to leave you were caught off guard by the robotic voice.

You go ahead. I’ll be in in a second.

Warily you nodded your head in response getting out of the car and walking towards the entrance. You couldn’t help but look back however, and when you did, your feet carried you towards Harry’s Jeep again, pulling his passenger door open.

“I knew it,” You spoke as Harry froze with the joint in between his puffy pink lips. He was ready to light the end, but hesitated from being caught. You took the lighter from his hand sparking it and lighting it for him as he inhaled. He held in the smoke before releasing it to do a French inhale and passing the joint to you.

“I’m good.”

A slow smile crept on his lips before he took up his phone again, texting a reply to your rebuttal.

But you said you’ve had this before. I wouldn’t give you something you’ve not had, Y/N.

“I don’t really smoke recreationally though...I mean my friend will do it with me sometimes, but I'm more so doing for a purpose while she’s doing it for fun.”

It will be fun. Especially since we’re seeing a scary movie. We’ll be fine. Peer pressure. Peer Pressure. Peer pressure.

The robotic voice spoke repetitively causing you both to chuckle before you looked back to Harry, pulling the joint from between his finger tips and taking two hits. He smiled in triumph before he took the joint from you, putting it out on a small tray that he kept in his glove box before you both went inside. As you paid for your tickets and the cannabis settled in your system you could feel yourself relax more. You both went to the snack shack to get popcorn and candies for the inevitable munchies that would be soon to follow and when you found your seats in the crowded theater, the previews were still running.

“So I smoke because I have anxiety...I mean, everyone gets anxious right? But I have trouble controlling mine and I don’t like pills. The weed leaves me way more relaxed than the pills do actually.” You stuck your hand in the popcorn bag and crunched on the salty snack as Harry looked at you grinning before his head turned back towards the big screen.

“Why do you smoke it? I mean besides to get high? Does it have anything to do with why you don’t talk?” You weren’t going to ask him, but you figured since he did smoke with you, might feel more comfortable now.

Harry chuckled inaudibly before taking out his phone and typing a reply, turning down the volume in consideration for others around the two of you.

Jesus Karen, you can't just ask people why they don’t talk.

You both started to giggle at the classic Mean Girls response, as Harry leaned over to grab a handful of popcorn himself. You started to apologize just as the movie began though he didn’t seem offended by the question.

"Sorry I-"

"Shh." Harry shushed you before pointing to the screen as the movie began and it was a dud to say the least. The two of you barely paid attention to it, instead you flung popcorn and threw it in each other's mouths, giggling gleefully when one of you would miss the movie snack.

And that's how it went for the rest of the semester. You began to spend more time with Harry and become more comfortable around each other, finding out more about him, his eclectic taste in music, his favorite movies and books. He was a sweet soul and you immersed yourselves in each other sharing things with him that you thought you only could with Anise. Everything was good so far but if you had to complain, there was only one thing that bothered you. You did most of the sharing.

Harry was a great listener. You thought it was because of the way that he didn't communicate in the mainstream way, so instead he took time to process how you felt and write you something or have the message come out of his phone that you know would make you feel better about your anxiety or about general things. Though you were grateful, you didn't just want him to be your sound board and every time you would ask him how he's doing or what's going on his world he would always look at you for a period of time. It was as if he wanted to tell you something big but couldn't bring himself to do it, so instead he would write a shortened version and it would always be the same thing, I have no complaints. Pretty good when I'm hanging with you.

You always wanted to ask for more but you didn't want to pry and you could visibly tell that your patience settled him.

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On the last day of the semester you decided to celebrate and go to the annual bar crawl with Anise and though you were having fun you knew you would enjoy it more if Harry were here with you. You'd decided to share some of your joint with Anise before you came out to calm yourself and you'd had a few drinks before you decided to send him a message so to say that you were slightly buzzed was fair.

I miss you. Wish you would have come out today.

Just as quickly as the message was sent you got a reply causing your insides to do flips.

Are you at the bar crawl?...Miss you too-H

I am.

I'm here too. Let's meet?...I want...I need to talk to you.-H

We are talking you clown. Which bar are you in? Your eyes lifted from your phone and you walked outside in search of him as soon as you were sure that Anise saw you signal that you were going to step outside.

No.I don't think you get it...This is pretty major. Feel so comfortable and safe with you.-H

Your hazy mind didn't understand it all but your heartstrings pulled for some reason when he mentioned how safe he felt as you continued your search for him. Walking down the string of bars you peered into various windows as you went looking for your lanky friend in the crowds. When you found Harry you couldn't help but press you hand to the window and tap it to pull his attention. When he spotted you outside, he placed his hand on the opposite side of yours on the thick shatterproof glass and pointed to the entrance.

Showing the security guard your wristlet, you were granted access inside the pub, giving Harry a hug as soon as you got through.

"Who are you here with?" You spoke loud over the crowd and music to be sure that he could hear you.

"Franz." Harry spoke, pointing in the direction of his friend that helped you in chemistry class.

Franz raised his beer tipping it toward you as a hello as he watched you with mirth, waiting for the realization about his friend to hit you like a ton of bricks. And hit you it fucking did.

You snapped your gaze up to Harry's face as he looked at you with slight concern. Grabbing his arm you pulled him outside so that you could hear him properly, if it was actually him that you'd heard that is. Alcohol did have the tendency to cloud your thought and processing but you've never had you hallucinate before.

"Did you just...Harry..." you were shocked, overwhelmed, but mostly excited as you hand covered your mouth in awe. You've wondered for so long if he was capable of vocal expression and if he was what did he sound like? You were embarrassed to admit how much you fantasized about what he would sound like if he could speak. Would his voice be deep? High pitched?Was he soft spoken? For some reason you didn't even consider if he would have an accent. He told you that he was from England when he would use his phone to talk for him, but for some reason you thought he was joking. "You just...You spoke. You talked to me."

Harry looked at the space around the two of you. The street was filled with college students loud and boisterous, enjoying themselves as they dipped in and out of bars. It was loud enough to make the setting between the two of you more intimate, letting him feel free enough to speak but just quiet enough for you to hear him.

"I did, but in my own defense I never said that I couldn't.” His words were slow coming and his voice was deep shocking you beyond belief. He sounded nothing like this in your head and you were grateful for the actual sound.

Your head began to spin as you tried to understand and it was as if Harry knew your next question. He looked at you nervously before he dropped his eyes to the ground to speak. For you to be upset with him is the farthest from what he wanted.

"I have a form of anxiety too. I wanted to tell you, but I literally couldn't at the time. I freeze...I honestly can't speak to everyone, just Franz, my therapist, and my family. Sometimes I would rather have people think that I can't talk so that I don't have to explain what selective mutism is later, but it makes me end up alone a lot of the time. I didn't want you to think that I was faking. I'm not...I'm not faking. Doing this alone is a lot for me, but like I said you make me feel safe. I feel like I can share things with you."

Harry took hold of your hands hesitantly. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest and he hoped he hadn't lost your trust with his confession.

"I'm sorry it took so long, but it takes me a while to feel like I can express myself the way I wish I could all the time. And I like you, Y/N. I like you a-"

You’re not sure if it was the buzz of the alcohol, or the way that the cannabis you smoked before you came quieted your overly apprehensive thoughts, but you allowed yourself to be in the moment and threw you inhibitions to the wind kissing Harry fully and strongly. He could speak and he felt confident enough in the friendship you built to speak to you. It must have caught him off guard by the way he jumped slightly at the contact.

"I'm sorry. Is this okay?" You went to take a step back only for him to rest a hand on your hip, keeping you close. His forehead rested against your own and his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth as he nodded his head at you before answering your question reassuringly.

"It is definitely okay."

Harrys lips lowered back to yours smoothly, falling back into the passion that you felt when you initiated the kiss in the first place. As his grip tightened on your waist you found yourself wanting him to touch you freely and not feel hesitant about where his fingertips landed, but you knew that the middle of the street was not the best place to have him explore your body

"How'd you get here?"

Your hands snaked into his hair before you lips drew back to his again. The two of you spoke in between kisses that left you both breathless, separating only to answer the odd question and take in oxygen before going in for more.

"Uber. Franz wanted us to drink and have a good time. Figured driving wasn't the best option. "

"Smart...just not ideal right now...I want to take you home."

He grinned against your lips at your confession and his tongue danced with your own in a manner that made your pussy contract and your clit ache for attention because if he was this good at using it in your mouth, you could only imagine the way that he would use it on your cunt. Your mind began to race and your panties began to soak. Maybe you needed to slow down, but it was the last thing you wanted.

"Call for an Uber?"

"Intrusive and bossy." Harry joked as he opened the app on his phone, knowing full well he wanted to get you to a bed, a couch, a table for all he cared just as much as you wanted to be on one.

"It will be at the corner in 5 minutes. Should probably head that way."

You began to walk through the crowd following behind him but you were distracted as you watched him subtly readjust his cock in his jeans. It was enough to make you want to drop to your knees right then and there but you would take it slow, or so you told yourself.

He moved through the bar crawlers with ease, looking back to be sure that you were still following close behind him and when you made it to the corner he pulled you to him again. His hand crept slowly up your side, taking its time with barely there touches before it rested at the base of your neck momentarily. Harry's bottom lip drew in his mouth before his hand was on the move again, this time only going up far enough for his finger tips to rest at the nape of your neck while his thumb caressed your jaw. You could feel yourself standing on tip toe in order for your lips to meet his, but he playfully rejected you and pulled away chuckling just as a black sedan slowed and stopped near the two of you.

Opening the door, you slid in quickly followed by Harry and almost instantly you noticed his change in demeanor.

"For Styles?" The uber driver asked peering through the rear view mirror at the two of you only for Harry to drop his gaze to his lap and nod his head slowly. You vocalize a quick yes to the Uber driver before he starts with polite chit chat for the ride. Respectfully, you speak back the driver while simultaneously your hand slides up Harrys thigh and rests between his parted legs. When your pinky and ring finger discretely rubbed against his dick that was semi hard and tucked as best as it could be in his tight skinny jeans, Harry snapped his legs closed and grabbed your hand in his, holding it tightly.

You swallowed the lump in your throat hoping that your little tease hadn't ruined the mood before you spoke again.

"Damn. Probably should have told Anise and Franz that we were leaving." You were met without a response causing you to turn your head to look at Harry whose gaze had since gone out the window.

It took about ten minutes to get to the off campus apartments and it made sense as to why you didn't bump into Harry more often. When the car stopped you both got out and you thanked the driver audibly as Harry's only form of thanks was tipping him on the Uber app.

Harry fumbled with the keys until the door was opened and you followed behind him allowing you negative thoughts to begin their vicious torment.

You'd ruined the moment. Perhaps you were too forward? He doesn't even want you here now.

You followed Harry down the short hall to his room after removing your shoes and when his lips connected with yours again the biggest sigh of relief left your nostrils.

"What?" Harrys voice was barely above a whisper as if anything louder would cause the tension you'd just let go to rebuild.

"I thought I fucked up when I touched you in the car."

You kissed him again not appreciating the loss of contact as he backed you up further in his room. Your knees hit the edge of the bed and you sat down very much enjoying the eye to cock view before Harry took a seat next to you.

"That wasn't your fault. Nothing is ruined...It was just too quiet in the car. I got in my own head like I usually do and when you touched me I was just, kind of shocked."

A smile made its way on your lips and you kissed Harry, pushing him back on his bed as you did so.

"Shocked you, huh? I shock me too sometimes. Strong silent type like yourself, you must not get down that way. Must be pretty modest.” You spoke partially teasingly but mostly serious as you swung a leg over Harry's lap. The last thing you wanted to do was make him uncomfortable, but the way you could feel his cock under you as you lightly grind against the bulge tells you he was anything but that.

"You’d be surprised.” Harry chuckled at your teasing as his fingertips ran lines against any skin that he could get to.

"Would I?" You taunted him before your lips made their way to his ear, suckling at the lobe causing Harry to take in an unsteady breath while shaking his head yes.

You tugged at the lobe gently noting that it was pierced before you slid the tip of your tongue into his ear canal causing the most animalistic grunt to escape Harry's lips. His fingers tightened on your hips and it was sure to leave little crescent moon marks from his short finger nails on the skin that became exposed from the way you were stretched over him, but you didn't mind. He urged you down on his lap wanting to feel more but all you wanted was to hear that sound again.

"Should have asked you if it was okay before I touched you like that in the car." You whispered in his ear causing a shiver down his spine from the way that your breath tickled him. It was an ASMR response that made his dick rock solid now and you couldn't be more happy with the result.

"Can I touch you?"

Harry nodded his head, and normally you wouldn't push for vocalization, but in this case you needed to know that he was still okay.

"Please say? I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you always."

Harry held eye contact with you as he unzipped his jeans and grabbed your hand. He gently guided it to the outside of his boxers, but when he wrapped his hand around your own and had you gently squeeze his boxer clad cock your throat went dry.

"You don't have to ask, Y/N. I want you to touch me. I've wanted this for a while now, but I couldn't bring myself say it."

Your lips connected again as you stuck your hand in his pants. The weight of Harrys cock made you even more wet and you cursed yourself for deciding against the first skirted outfit that you put together for tonight that would have provided easier access. You pumped him hard enough for it to feel good but light enough as to not hurt him through fabric, much to Harry's moaning approval.

Your lips met with his once more and you continued to pump. Light pants filled the space of the room but the sound that you longed to hear the most hadn't been made again. Taking it a step further, you stuck hand beneath the band of his boxers.

His tip was wet with pre-cum and the skin of his dick was velvety soft in contrast to how hard he'd gotten. It was only then that you realized that your hand didn't fully close around the girth of him and the animalistic sound that you wanted to hear from Harrys throat now came from your own. He was going to wreck you and you couldn't wait.

"Jesus. It's always the quiet ones." You spoke you thoughts out loud causing Harry to chuckle and blush as he switched your positions on the bed.

You pulled him on top of you, slipping your hands under his shirt and feeling the warmth of his skin as your fingers splayed greedily over the surface of his back. Every muscle under his heated skin tensed and contracted as he moved above you, pulling away enough only to take off the shirt and discard of it. Waisting no time you took off your shirt as well allowing Harry’s eyes to roam over your naked breasts greedily before his lips pressed to the skin on your neck and made a trail downward.

You could feel your nipples tighten and erect as his mouth drew closer to the sensitive peaks. The warmth of his breath on the nub as well as his lips surrounding one as he groped the other caused your back to arch and your hands to grip at his jeans and boxers, pushing them down below his ass before your hand found his cock again.

Harry pushed into your hand moaning lightly as he did and it made your mouth water. You wanted nothing less than to suck him and hear what other sounds he would make. You almost went into sensory overload knowing that you were one of the assumingely few people that has ever heard them. The thought of it alone made you undeniably horny, so much so that you could smell your own arousal.

His lips dragged languidly lower with a combination of nips and pecks, making it feel as if jolts of electricity were being sent down your spine. You had no complaints in the direction he was going except that as he got lower and lower, you had to let his cock go.

He held eye contact with you as he pulled your jeans and panties down your legs, stopping just past your knees before he refocused his attention on your glistening wet folds. You were slightly embarrassed about how wet you'd gotten and this was just the start of it. Feeling mildly self conscious you opened your mouth to fill the quiet that fell, but before you could get a word out, your knees were at your chest.

"Hold these." Harry spoke in reference to your legs and you did as you were told, peering around them to get a look at the seemingly shy individual.

The street light from the parking lot provided the only light in the room, but it hit Harry just so allowing you to see that he was a man possessed. His pupils were blown and the sage that you would normally see was only a thin line around the dark of his eyes as he licked his lips and moved both of his hands to rest on the backs of your thighs rubbing them lightly.

Bringing one hand to your center so that his middle and ring fingers could collect the moisture that your pussy seeped out before he brought it to his lips to taste your wetness on those fingers was all you needed to know that this Harry and the quiet to himself Harry that you met in Chem Lab had to be two separate entities. His eyes closed as he sucked his fingers clean and before you knew it both of them were back inside of you causing your arms to tighten around your legs.

"You're so fucking wet. You get this wet all the time?" The sound your cunt made as Harrys fingers massaged your g-spot emphasized his point and you could only moan in response as your eyes rolled shut.

"Oh fuck!"

"Please say? I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you always." Harry used your words menacingly against you as he continued to stroke at the spongy spot within you that was sure to have you make a mess on his sheets. He grinned knowing that you could barely compose a thought let alone an answer to his question.

His fingers of his right hand continued to massage and edge you as his left removed your jeans aggressively. The clothing was tossed to the floor leaving you completely bare as he used his free hand to spread your knees wide before instructing you to hold on to the back of them again simply because, "I want to see how pretty that face is while I make you cum from just my fingers and mouth. Keep your eyes on me, Y/N. Can you do that?"

Your back arched and you legs shook under your hold when you felt his tongue on you clit, leaving open mouthed kisses and suckling on the bundle of nerves as his fingers continued to fuck into you. It was hard to keep eye contact but you did for the most part. It was only when your eyes would roll into the back of your head that Harry would verbally protest.

“Mm mm keep your eyes on me, Y/N. All the way until you cum. Pussy tastes so good, I'd hate to have to stop licking you out to tell you again."

Harry started again, flatting his tongue out on your clit and lapping it up before using the tip of his tongue to apply more concentrated pressure that you could no longer endure. Your vision blurred and your hands tightened behind your own knee caps as your orgasm shook you to the core. You were a moaning mess as you could feel your already wet pussy drip down your crack, surely a heady mix of your cum and Harry’s saliva as he continued to lap you up and ride out the aftershock with you on his tongue. You could barely breathe as your vision made a come back, blinking slowly and wiping the side of your weepy eyes as Harry wiped the cream that leaked from you cunt from the corners of his mouth.

You looked at him with your knees still tucked to your breasts, hoping that this wasn't it. You needed more from him and definitely wanted to give more to him. He sat back on is knees at the edge of his mattress with pre-cum dripping from the tip of his thick shaft, the noises you made while he tongued your cunt enough to edge him on.

Sitting up you stroked him, keeping the eye contact he asked of you as you did so. Dipping you head down you spit on the base and shaft of his cock before you took the crown of him between your lips, knowing full well that you wouldn’t be able to deep throat on the first go. While you sucked at his tip your hands worked his shaft, gently tugging and pumping up and down as you gradually lowered your mouth closer to his base.

His hand went in your hair, sure to muss it up as his jaw dropped and sinful moans escaped his chest. Drool fell from the side of your warm, wet, mouth and your eyes began to water as you pushed yourself farther down, taking his foreskin into your mouth and going from two hands jerking his shaft to now only one. You gagged as he hit your tonsils and your eyes widened wondering if you’d ever be able to take him all. He was nearly down your throat but you were only halfway down his rod.

The look feel and sound of him hitting the back of your throat was enough to send him into orbit, but Harry had other plans.

“Sss fuck! Y/N...baby...Fuck! I don’t want to cum this way. So good, but please you have to stop.”

You mewled at the sound of strained curses coming from his lips and it was enough to make you cum again. Pulling his cock out of your mouth, you kissed the tip of him, missing the feel of him down your throat already.

“Condom” you spoke demanding as Harry quickly reached in his drawer.

He tore the wrapper and slid it on as you grabbed the pillow from the head of his bed to support your own head and neck. Slapping his heavy cock on your clit was all he had to do to get you begging for him to fuck you, and you thank god it didn’t take much. The push of his dick into your your dripping wet cunt was a feeling of euphoria that you hadn’t experienced with anyone else that you’d slept with and your jaw dropped open as your body tried to quickly adjust to the welcomed intrusion.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Harry spoke before peppering kisses from your jaw to your lips, allowing you to compose yourself as best you could before he pulled out to his tip and delved back in. His hips rolled, thrusting his cock in and out of you deeply leaving you a mess with each movement.

“You feel so fucking good. I can feel your little cunt gripping my cock. Jesus fuckin Christ” All you could do was moan in response loving how vocal he was in the privacy of his own room while reveling in the warmth of your pussy.

“So fuckin wet, Y/N. You get so soaked for me, baby.”

“Yes! Oh my fucking God yes!” You finally could breathe enough to get a word in edgewise but it didn’t last long as Harry continued to fuck into you and speed up the pace. Moans and the sound of your bodies roughly connected echoed in the space of the room, and you were sure to wake the neighbors. Being too loud during sex was a thought that used to make you anxious before. You didn't want to disturb anyones peace, but currently you could give a fuck less who heard you as Harry railed you, causing your back to arch and your breasts to push into his chest.

“You’re so close. I can fucking feel it. I can fucking see it.” Harry spoke to you again causing a fire to ignite within you as you saw him look at his cock disappear and reappear in your folds. He was sliding in and out of you easily now as your wetness covered the inside of both of your thighs and the tops of his. His statement surely wasn't wrong.

“Come on Y/N...” Harry pleaded as his movements became more rugged repeatedly hitting a spot deep within you that made you see stars.

Your legs wrapped around his back tightly restricting his movement and pulling him closer as you came, leaving Harry not far behind. Your walls clenched and contracted around his cock making him cum thick spurts into the condom, moaning deeply as his movements slowed and then stopped completely.

The two of you laid frazzled on and in the messy sheets of Harry’s bed and a comfortable silence fell over the room again. Though you were thoroughly satisfied, you still had as many questions as you did earlier tonight, if not more now. You watched Harry reach into his drawer for his lighter taking a hit of the pre rolled joint before passing it to you and though you don’t normally smoke recreationally, having your back blown out you thought was justifiable cause to do so. Harry watched as your lips wrapped around the bud and your chest rose as you inhaled before putting it out and back on his night stand and though you didn’t want to spoil the moment you used your post orgasm bliss to and lightness of the room to delve deeper.

“I want to understand you better, if you give me the chance to. I hope that this wasn’t just a one night thing.”

Harry sat up on his elbow looking down at you with adoration and though he took his time to answer you, gathering his thoughts carefully, when he did respond you thought your chest would explode.

“You’re the one person right now that I want to understand me the most and for the first time in a long time, I feel comfortable with sharing.”

[threelionsgirl]

Dec and reader being a chaotic mess while cleaning their house because both of their families are visiting (reader’s family coming all the way from Brazil), just them being weird and fluffy and really sweet to each other! Oh, and let’s not forget: PALMEIRAS NÃO TEM MUNDIAL (não dá pra deixar a maior piada do nosso país morrer)

cleaning and references | declan rice

warnings: fluff!

word count: 1165

notes: O PALMEIRAS NÃO TEM MUNDIAL (I'm glad chelsea won the cwc, I wouldn't know how to answer that request without being able to say that 🤣) I saw your other ask, but decided to do it with declan anyway 💙 sorry for the delay bestie, I was really uninspired, it was a bit short because of that 🥴

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“DECLAN!” Y/N shouted as she came out of the bedroom and saw Declan sprawled on the sofa. He jumped in fright when he heard her voice. Y/N pushed the cushion he was leaning against and laughed as he fell to the carpet.

"Fuck, love, did you need to knock me down? I was taking such a good nap." He replied, letting his head rest on the carpet, and Y/N looked at him indignantly.

"Napping? Our parents will be here in a few hours, and this house is worse than Mother Lucinda's dump!" He stood, sitting up, seeing Y/N standing in front of him with her arms crossed.

They were expecting her parents and his parents for a family dinner, the first of many. Her family was coming from Brazil for a few days, and Y/N had established that it would only happen with a clean house. She didn't want to embarrass herself in front of his parents or hers.

Y/N and Dec were busy people, their jobs sucked a lot of their time, and cleaning the house ended up in second place. That weekend, Y/N had made Declan use his day off to help her with the mess in the flat.

"Mother Lucinda's dump?" He asked, knowing that that was some brazilian reference that Y/N loved to use. "You know I love your references to brazilian soap operas, even if I don't understand any of them." Y/N raised an eyebrow at him.

"If you watched soap operas with me, you would understand."

"You can sit here with me and explain it to me." Declan crawled on the carpet toward Y/N, enough to reach her hand and force it down so that Y/N would sit there with him.

She was almost giving in when she realized that staying there with him was not a good idea at that moment. "What? No!" Y/N said, pulling her arm up, and Declan huffed in frustration. "We don't have time for this, we have to finish tidying up this house, Declan Rice!"

She held his fist and used all the strength she had to lift her eighty pound boyfriend off the floor.

"We wouldn't have had to do this if you'd taken my idea, and we'd hired a cleaning crew." He grumbled, but eventually got up.

"I don't like strange people wandering around our house."

"That's why there are confidentiality agreements." He argued.

"Not to mention, aren't you seeing this as a great opportunity for us to get a little more together at home?" Y/N ignored, pulling him by the hand to the pantry where they kept the cleaning products.

"Together? You barely let me touch you, Y/N!" She laughed, handing him a duster when Dec tried to kiss her.

"Not until we clean the house."

"So..." Y/N was starting to move to look for the hoover when Declan pinned her between his arms. His hands were resting on the wall, and Y/N looked at him, wondering what she would have to do so that he could free her. "Then you explain the brazilian soap opera references to me?"

"If my parents like you, they'll do it themselves, but I can give you some tips." She blinked, leaving one kiss on his lips and turned to pick up the hoover.

Declan sighed, but went over to the shelves to start dusting. He knew if he wanted something Y/N he would have to go through the cleaning first.

They stayed focused on their own tasks for a while, when Y/N pushed the couch aside and found a pizza box there. She lifted the box in the air and huffed to get his attention.

"Declan, why is there a pizza box under the couch?"

"Oh, oh." He put his hand to his mouth, trying to hold back his laughter. "I guess I must have forgotten." The hand scratched the back of his neck and Y/N rolled his eyes, taking the box to the trash.

"You guess? Lucky we don't have any rats." She blinked, pulling up the carpet to vacuum the floor.

"And why do you have so many books? I can't stand sneezing anymore." He grumbled, letting out a sneeze after opening and closing a seven hundred page old book. They were Y/N's college books that she just couldn't get rid of and never could find the time to dust them off.

"Want to trade?" She laughed at his sneezing crisis. Declan walked over to her, handing her the duster and taking the hoover from her hand. He stole a small kiss before letting her walk away.

They spent a little more time teasing each other and making jokes as they finished tidying up. The kitchen was the next room, which Y/N thought was a terrible idea to clean that place with Declan. They ended up making a water war that only made everything more messy than it was. For this reason, she decided to clean the bathrooms alone and Dec was responsible for the bedrooms. Those were places they could easily get distracted with each other, completely ignoring the cleaning.

As Y/N ran the cloth over the last mirror and Declan tidied up the last bed, they leaned on each other on the sofa, extremely tired.

"I'm exhausted." He sighed.

"Me too." Y/N agreed, leaning her cheek on his shoulder. Despite being exhausted, they felt fully satisfied as they looked around and realized that the house was completely clean and looking nice and fresh.

"Now you can explain that reference to me." He kissed her head and Y/N thinking they needed a good bath.

"Mother Lucinda is a character from a very famous soap opera in Brazil. Her character lives in a garbage dump. When we see a very dirty place, we say it's worse than Mother Lucinda's dump. That one was very successful in Brazil, so everybody understands that reference.”

"Are you going to make me watch soap operas with you?

"Only if you want me to." She moved her head to look at his mesmerizing blue irises. "If it gets more interesting for you, we can kiss each time Maria Pia says 'Éric', or each time Pilar says she wants to be the first doctor in Brazil." Y/N laughed, imagining what every moment would be like. The palm of his hand was facing upwards as Dec made imaginary drawings on it with the phalanges of his fingers.

"Something tells me we'll be kissing a lot then."

"Maybe."

"What now? Can I kiss you?"

She shook her head, turning her face away. Her fingers played with the tips of his black hair, they were a little sticky from sweat, but Y/N didn't care. He held her face in the jaw area, touching their noses gently. Declan licked his lips, but before he could finally kiss her, the doorbell rang, paralyzing his actions.

Y/N laughed at his frustration, she gave him an 'apology' look before running to answer the door.

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🏷: @mountchilly

[freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist]

☀︎︎-: 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 :-☀︎︎

Kimetsu no yaiba x reader

°•.《 characters 》.•°

Rengoku, Giyuu, Shinobu, Sanemi

Tw: Swearing because Sanemi is Sanemi

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I'm definitely gonna binge write this series after watching the movie, I literally cant stop thinking about it--

Send in as much requests as you want!! :))

I do fluff, different AU's, angst and NSFW(we'll see).

Keep in mind, I havent read the manga. I'm caught up to the train Arc and that's it, so try not to spoil anything by requesting characters that havent appeared yet lol

« `` •"𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞~"• ´´ »

☼︎ ☀︎︎ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ ᴋʏᴏᴜᴊᴜʀᴏᴜ☀︎︎ ☼︎

Holding hands is sort of a need for him-

He's huge with PDA and holding your small hand within his reassures him quite a bit. He never needs to ask to hold your hand, he just grips it whenever and wherever.

I feel like he'll sense when your nervous and be really perceptive, so he'd hold your hand to ground you in a way

It's highly effectve.

"Delicious!" Your energetic boyfriend chirped, eating his takoyaki with fervour and a bright smile.

You ate your own food from across him, shaking your head a little with a slight smile slanting onto your lips.

It's definitely been a long day, so winding down and eating with your amazing boyfriend is definitely a preferable way to end it.

He sort of sensed your stress as you came back from training, sweat sleek across your forehead. And thus, he ran a bath for you and then took you out for dinner to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

He's always had a keen intuition and was brilliant at reading emotions on others. It was a weird super power at this point. But he noticed how relaxed you were now that you were with him, it melted his heart.

His eyes flickered over your expression, his eyes soft with adoration and affection." This is certainly calming after a long day!" He exclaimed happily.

At his jolly aura, you nodded in agreement," Honestly... It's like you have some weird superpower to make me forget about whatever was annoying me. Kinda freaky." You shivered.

Letting out a hearty laugh, the man reached out, interlacing his long fingers with yours suddenly. The warmth of his skin sending goosebumps over your arms.

"I just know you too well! Nothing wrong or freaky about that!" His grin was filled with light.

Your fingers tightened around his, his warm skin seemed to be heating up your own body as well. Thank God, you were beginning to get cold anyways.

"Have I ever told you about how cute your hands are!" It was more of a statement than a question, pulling his hand and your hand closer to him so he could get a better glimpse at your soft hands." So tiny... So soft. It's like I'm being touched by an angel!"

"Geez, you're cheesy."

"You love it~!"

"... Fair point."

•«☔︎ 𝙜𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙠𝙖 ☔︎»•

Bro I'm sorry, but I dont think he holds your hand much-

I feel like he thinks he doesnt need to show how much he loves you through actions, more so through blunt words.

But he will get the sudden urge to hold your hand every once in a while, so be prepared because he could get the jump on you at any point.

Doesnt like PDA that much, it makes him slightly uncomfortable because it's in public but I feel like he would get used to it later in your relationship.

Ocean-blue eyes stared at you hesitantly as you continued to speak about the new breathing technique you had learned.

Both you and Giyuu were walking peacefully through the garden you had grown over the years, the plants varying in different colours and sizes. They reminded him of you.

Your peaceful personality cued him to remember the petals of the flowers blowing gently in the breeze. Not to mention you smell very distinctly and sweet just like the flowers as well.

But as he walked with you in this haven, he felt pretty agitated and frustated. He hid it well with his usual deapan expressions, but he could feel the pit of the emotions growing bigger.

His hand twitched suddenly when the back of yours brushed against his, his cheeks tinting pink at the abrupt contact.

Gulping, he looked straight ahead with sharp eyes and a furrowed brow.

The atmosphere shifted.

And when you had stopped talking, he knew that you had noticed the harsh shift as well.

"Giyuu?... Are you feeling okay? You look like you're burning up." You questioned out of concern, a worried expression upon your face.

Shaking his head briefly, the ravenette continued to walk with his head staring straight ahead," I feel optimal. Why do you ask?" He was so obviously trying to change the subject.

You frowned a little at the stiff response and opened your mouth to respond but your boyfriend had beaten you to it.

"Let me h-... Hold your... Hand... Please." He uttered, looking down with red cheeks, an embarrassed scowl squirmed on his lips.

You were silent for a long while, making him wait nervously for your answer. What he wasn't expecting was the cute snort of laughter coming from you and grabbing his hand tightly within your own, your other hand wrapping around his forearm like it was a substitute teddy bear.

His cheeks heated up tenfold and he had to look away before you noticed.

"You're such a cutie. You don't need to ask to hold my hand you know?" You teased lightly, nudging him playfully by bumping your hip against his.

"I-it's embarrassing." He retorted.

"Whatever, cutie."

"No."

"Yes."

"Stop it."

꧁ꕥ 𝑲𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 ꕥ꧂

She would sooo tease you for wanting to hold her hand-

Like, she would hold it obvi, but she'd tease you about it for a good 5 minutes before finally giving up lol

Flustering you is one of her favourite pastimes, it was what your relationship was built on top of in the first place. Teasing eachother was always a thing you guys did.

But Kocho takes teasing to a MAXIMUM.

It's like you guys are challenging eachother to a tease off and she just refuses to loose. She'd rather die.

Dramatic but true

What a fucking queen-

"Ara, ara~ what was that? You want to hold my hand?" The raven haired woman pressed her hand against her lips, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you." Oh~ How scandalous! You're saying we should do pre-martial hand holding? why, that's practically a crime!"

You deadpanned at your girlfriend's words," Holding your hand is a crime?..."

"Mmhm!"

"But we literally made-out yester-"

She smiled at you passive-aggressively," I'm afraid we can't hold hands until we're married! Too bad!" She sighed, pretending to seem devastated ," How could you suggest we do such a lewd thing? In public, no less! You're quite the little scoundrel, hmm?~"

Your deadpan only deepened," Well then... I guess I'll just have to marry you then, hm? So I can hold your hand for the rest of my life." You chimed out, a slight twinkle in your eye. At the sight of Kocho's cheeks tinting a bright red, you smirked in triumph." Oya~? What's that I see? Is that blush?" You poked her warm cheek affectionately," I think it iiiis~!"

Biting her lip, Kocho scoffed and rolled her eyes," Just because you won doesn't mean you-... Shut up." She huffed out, losing her composure.

" Aha! So I won." You grinned out," I think I deserve a prize for winning for like... the first time." You said that last part quickly.

" You're not getting a kiss, if that's what you're referring to!" She smiled up at you passive aggressively.

Now the win didn't even feel like a win.

I guess, Kocho will always win in the end.

You pouted at her, eyebrows furrowed," You're so petty...." You groaned out, before a cheeky grin crossed over your lips," How about letting me hold your hand instead?"

Kocho stared at your grin with an unimpressed look, before her eyes softened and a gentle smile spread onto her perfect lips." Wipe that cheeky grin off of your face and I might consider it."

A bright smile instantly spread onto your lips and you held out your hand expectantly for her to take it. Her radiant smile only widened and her hand settled into yours, her warm fingers closing over your own as if she was keeping them safe in her hold.

" Now you have to marry me." She stated simply," I want to hold your hand in mine for the rest of my life as well."

᯾༄𖦹.𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚 .𖦹༄᯾

BRUUUUH THIS FUCKING MAN-

Ok, so hear me out lol-

I have read up on his character a tiny bit and bro he's such a fucking SOFTY like-

If you were to ask him to hold your hand he'd highkey have to process what you said for like a minute or two before finally agreeing to it lol

He has such a tough-guy exterior when on the inside he's actually really caring to those who are important to him.

Definitely one of those characters who seem like pricks but they like something cute like cats or something-

"Uhm... Sanemi?" You spoke up suddenly, interrupting the peaceful silence.

Your boyfriend broke out of his daze of appreciating your beauty and hummed to let you know that he was listening, picking up some of his uneaten rice with his chopsticks.

"Can... Can I h-hold your hand?"

He choked on the rice he was eating, coughing into his fist and thumping his other hand against his chest to try and get the rice that shot down the back of his throat to go down.

You went to get out of your chair to help him, concern etched onto your face, but he held a hand up to stop you. Instead, you simply passed your water to him, as of which he chugged greatfully.

When he had finally gained his composure, he held out a slightly trembling hand, his cheeks tinted red as he let out a gruff," yeah... Of course you can, idiot. You don't have to ask..."

Adoration bloomed in your chest at his words and you grabbed his outstretched hand, instantly interlocking your fingers with his. Absentmindedly, you ran your thumb up and down his hand comfortingly as you smiled like an idiot to yourself.

Ba-dump.

Sanemi's heart thumped in his chest at the look of love on your face, feeling his whole body heating up. The wind pillar was known for being ruthless, intimidating and quite frankly... A bit of an asshole.

But around you? He's a completely different person.

Between you and his little brother, he's always going to have a huge soft spot for you both.

So he'll always treat you well.

Squeezing your hand lovingly, he let a slight smirk curl onto his lips," You look like a dumbass smiling like that.... You must really like me, huh?" He tried to tease.

"I don't like you."

Arrows shot through his heart, his smirk dropping in an instant," Oi-!"

You giggled at his response," I love you."

The frown on his lips wobbled a little, threatening to break out into an idiotic smile. Clearing his throat, he looked away from you and pressed the back of his unoccupied hand against his mouth to hide the smile that threatened to appear.

"Oh..." He could only respond with," y-yeah... Same here."

"You're so socially inept."

"I'm damn not!!" He grumbled, eyebrows furrowing," I fucking love you too!! Is that better?"

You grinned childishly, bringing his hand up to your mouth and placing a light kiss to it," much better."

It's safe to say that this was the day he vowed to marry you.

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Doctor Y/n - Residency - 21 - Grey's Anatomy x Fem!Reader

"So, who do you find cute? There's glasses over there... tattoos, how do you feel about tattoos? Oh, nice hair-" Webber froze as the person he was referring to have nice hair turned around, revealing to be you talking to a girl.

"Do you think she's here for trivia night?" Webber asked, frowning as he saw you about to leave with the girl.

"I don't think she is... she's probably looking for a rebound." Arizona replied as she picked up her glass.

"They didn't even stay for a drink- what is it with young people these days? What ever happened to conversations and romantic dates? All they care about is jumping into bed with each other..." Webber rambled, not noticing how Arizona had downed her drink to avoid commenting on the matter.

It had been several weeks since you and Hannah had broken up. Nobody besides you, Hannah and Jo knew the relationship had happened and who you had dated. Arizona had a suspicion though, she didn't voice it but she knew.

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"Y/n, what's your deal with Jo having a gun?" Alex approached you, leaving you to frown, having heard about the two eight year olds and how one had accidently shot the other whilst playing.

"I don't like guns. I've had them pointed at me before, which Jo... Jo doesn't know, crap, I was thirteen. Anyway, the gun was the only thing I was glad to see get out of my apartment." You admitted, leaving Alex to frown.

"You live in a weird neighbourhood too, what do you use?"

"I have a bat," You deadpanned, "You've seen it, it's propped up near the door."

"Do you even play baseball?" Alex asked, leaving you to grimace.

"Okay, I know it's a stereotype, but I'm usually the one in the bleachers. I was semi-decent at lacrosse, but ping-pong is my sport. You're not going to see me try defend myself with a ping-pong paddle though." You retorted, leaving Alex to stiffle a laugh.

"I can't see you defending yourself with a lacrosse stick either." Alex laughed, leaving you to whack him playfully on the arm.

"Hey, I can take punches and dodge them too. I'm not completely useless. You get why Jo has a gun though, right? She lived in her car when she was sixteen."

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"Y/n, can I talk to you?" Arizona's voice caught you off-guard as you were pulling on your Yale hoodie over your head, leaving you to almost put your arm through the wrong sleeve before quickly correcting it.

"What's, what's that face for?" You asked, tilting your head to the side as Arizona grimaced.

"Um, as you know, Callie and I are going to court for custody of Sofia, and I was wondering-"

"I... I don't want to pick a side, I can't pick a side. Callie's already leaving for New York and that hurts because she took me under her wing for ortho, but then you basically adopted me outside of work and you're like an older sister to me and I can't pick a side. I'm so sorry, I just, I love you both and now I sound really clingy and sentimental-" You were cut off as Arizona pulled you into a hug.

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"It's an impossible situation, a break-up is tough as it is, but with a kid in the mix?" Warren rambled as you and Steph laid your heads on the bar.

"I can't even imagine." Jo admitted, fiddling with the peanut shells in front of her.

"Just because she didn't give birth to the kid doesn't make it any less yours." Warren continued, leaving Jo to sigh.

"Biology or not, no parent ever stuck around to fight for me." Jo threw the peanut shell as she spotted you glaring.

"Oh, my parents fought about where to leave me on the side of the road. They also acted like they weren't leaving me all the time at the library, or school, and forgetting I existed until people had to call and literally remind them that they have a child." You added, leaving Jo to pass you the shot that Warren had passed to Jo.

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You weren't trying to make a habit out of eavesdropping. Courtrooms weren't easy to eavesdrop but you were waiting for Arizona to leave. April had told you that Arizona was needed, so you got a taxi to take you to the courtroom for Arizona to bring back.

"I love my child. And I want her with me, but I know that no matter how this ends... she'll survive, she'll be healthy, and safe, and well taken care of and loved. Because, we are her mothers. But, there's a child at the hospital who will not survive, unless I am there, so..." Arizona froze as the courtroom doors opened, revealing you waiting in your scrubs.

"I have to, I have to go..." Arizona murmured, hurrying over as her lawyer passed her her bag.

"What are you doing here?" Arizona asked, wiping away tears as you led her to a taxi.

"I got you a cab. I wanted to be in that courtroom but I'd have to pick a side to even sit down in and I doubt I could sit in the middle of the floor." You explained as you and Arizona got the taxi to the hospital.

"Thank you, Y/n." Arizona smiled, offering you a sad laugh as you passed her a tissue.

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You didn't expect Arizona to text you that evening, asking you if you had seen Tangled or not and whether you'd like to watch it with Sofia and DeLuca. She even asked if you wanted to bring Jo, if she was free.

Jo wasn't free, but you went anyway.

"So, Tangled?" You raised an eyebrow at DeLuca as he just smiled back, the two of you sat waiting for Arizona and Sofia who were making popcorn.

"I'm surprised Wilson isn't with you." DeLuca admitted, leaving you to sigh.

"She's with Karev, and my last relationship is over so I am here, watching Tangled because honestly, I'd love to watch Tangled whilst eating popcorn, but also not be alone doing it." You stated, freezing as Arizona walked in with Sofia.

"Sounds like you got better at being alone." Arizona pointed out as Sofia went to put the DVD in the DVD player.

"Yeah, I'm not the same as I was in intern year." You stated before Sofia shushed you as Tangled began to play, leaving you to pretend to be shocked by shoving a mouthful of popcorn in your mouth.

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