#and my partner was like hey. did you forget...

[friendlyfox34]

(A vent that’s been in my mind for many years now…)

Middle school: Everyone gets along so well and we all learn such amazing things! It’s gonna be so much fun! ^w^

Me: The only thing I learned from you is to not trust anybody…

I had two bullies, some other students that just didn’t like me and thought I was useless (there was a group project we had to work on for science and I was watching the process because I didn’t know what to work on and all my partners already had a task anyway, so they were basically leaving me out on purpose), and a group of six or seven friends that turned out to be a bunch of fakers, meaning they were just using me for my kindness, and even tried to force me to expose my secret when I DIDN’T WANT TO! I even told them no several times!

Mind y’all I was like 12 at that time, so of course I didn’t know much about certain words like ‘cringe’ or ‘gay’. I asked my mom one time what ‘gay’ meant, and she told me that it means really happy. So I believed her. The next day, one of the “popular” girls asked me if I was gay, and I said yes, with all confidence. Then someone else told me that it actually meant that you like the same gender as your own. So I typically called myself a lesbian without even thinking. (My real sexuality is Bisexual). There was another time that the two bullies came to me and decided to “play with me” into saying something. I forget what it was, but it had the “and I’m cringy” at the end. So they told me to say that and took me around to say it to some people. Again, I was a clueless little girl, so I didn’t know. Then after all that, they finally told me the real definition of ‘cringy’ and they told me that it meant ‘weird’. Those motherfuckers are such teasers istg!

And there was another time that I made a short comeback to one of the bullies, and they had the AUDACITY to guild trip me! So I had to apologize (which I did) and they said that they “still feel sad”. You were the one that’s picking on me, dumbass! I mean hey, at least I don’t have to deal with them anymore, but God help them!

So yeah, that’s how my introvert life started. Middle school gave me trust issues…

[deoidesign]

I was gonna do a pinup but he kept posing cute idk what happened

[isabelckl]

texting loser!ellie that you have nipple piercing in class 3

nerdy loser!ellie x popular mean fem!reader

bored in english, you reply to a girl named E you’ve been talking to on an anonymous gay dating app—without knowing it’s that lesbian nerd girl, ellie williams.

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The rest of the month bled together in that soft, glowing kind of way—every day bookmarked by the same routine. E in the morning. E during class. E when you were brushing your teeth or pretending to do homework. You talked about everything. Or nothing.

She kept you sharp. Made you laugh when your head was splitting from school noise. Kept you just distracted enough to forget you were tired all the time. And somewhere along the way, you stopped wondering who she was. Because it felt like she already knew you. Not the polished version people saw. You.

You’d stopped counting how many pictures you’d sent. Nothing technically scandalous. But enough to make her say “i’m not strong enough for this” at least three times a week.

You were on your phone, sprawled out in your usual seat in English—last sub of the day, last brain cell left.

You:

im on my last sub rn. talk to u later :(

E:

don’t think about me too much while you’re in class

You smirked.

You:

oh i will. especially us doing unholy things rn

E:

i’m blocking u.

You:

no ur not. u love it

You were still grinning like an idiot when the classroom door slammed open. Everyone scrambled to pretend they weren’t just throwing paper balls or stealing someone’s chair.

Ms. Alvarez was already holding a clipboard, face grim. “Alright, settle down. We’re starting a new graded requirement today—your final literature project. Half of your term grade will come from this. I’m pairing you up.”

Groans some cheers exploded. You barely registered it, still texting E something about being the main character in a forbidden library romance.

Until you heard your name.

“...and Ellie Williams.”

Your head snapped up, blinking.

A few snickers came from behind you, your friends catching it instantly.

One of them patted your shoulder, barely hiding a grin. “Oh, girl. Should we start worrying?”

You rolled your eyes and didn’t bother to answer.

Then a voice you hated piped up. Some guy you’ve never liked, probably trying to be funny.

“Maybe you could just show her your tits and she’ll do the work for you.”

You turned. Instantly.

“Shut the fuck up,” you snapped. Loud enough for people to hear.

He put his hands up, smirking. “Just suggesting.”

Ms. Alvarez didn’t seem to hear, or maybe she was pretending not to. “You’ll have six weeks. You’ll be required to sit beside your assigned partner during this class for the entire project period.”

Some complaints, some high-fives.

You grabbed your bag, eyes scanning. Ellie was still seated, alone near the front, chin in hand.

You made your way over slowly. She was on her phone, thumb tapping something out fast.

“Hey,” you said, soft and casual.

Her head snapped up. Like, immediately. Her phone vanished into her hoodie pocket so fast it was almost suspicious.

You raised your eyebrows slightly, not saying anything.

“Hey,” she replied, voice a little rough around the edges, like she’d just cleared it.

She blinked once, then moved quickly—grabbing the things from her desk and tucking them into her bag on the floor, her sketchpad sliding in last. Then, without saying anything, she reached out and dragged the desk and chair beside her, pulling them close in one fluid motion. The legs scraped loudly against the tile.

You cleared your throat, lowered into the seat, and placed your bag on top of the desk. One hand stayed tucked in the pocket of your skirt, curled loosely around your phone.

You didn’t say anything else and neither did she.

You both just sat there as Ms. Alvarez started droning about the project.

“This is a character-driven piece. Something with personal stakes. Introspection. Conflict. Subtext. You have six weeks.”

You barely heard her.

You unlocked your phone under the desk.

You:

i just wanna go home now and talk to you

(not being clingy)

You smirked without meaning to, biting the inside of your cheek.

Then waited.

Ms. Alvarez was saying something at the front—project guidelines, probably. But her voice felt like it was coming through a thick wall of static. You just kept your gaze on your screen. Quiet. Expectant.

Still nothing.

She usually replied right away. Even in class. Even with “busy” in her bio.

You stared at the chat a moment longer, thumb hovering over the screen. Not that you were being clingy. Obviously.

You bit your lip and glanced sideways.

Ellie was hunched over her notebook, scrawling notes in the margin like her life depended on it. Her leg bounced under the desk. Her grip on the pen was tight. Too tight. Like it might snap in half if she pressed any harder.

You sighed, leaned back in your seat, and slid your phone back into your pocket.

Your eyes stayed on the front of the room, but you weren’t really listening. Words blurred. The only thing in focus was that weird thrum in your chest. Like something off-key in a song you’ve heard too many times.

After a moment, your eyes drifted back to Ellie.

Her auburn hair was tied loosely at the base of her neck, strands slipping free at the sides and curling against her cheek. Her eyes flicked between the teacher and her notes, sharp and serious, like she was actually locked in.

You stared.

Just for a second too long.

Her brows were pinched in thought. She twirled her pen once, adjusted the way she sat, and pulled her hoodie sleeve down over her hand like she was trying to disappear into it.

You pressed your lips together, fingers tapping soundlessly against your arm as you crossed them tight over your chest, waiting for your phone to buzz.

Ms. Alvarez finally wrapped up her monologue with something about “use your time wisely” and “brainstorming starts now.” Then she sank into her desk like she was already exhausted by all of you.

Ellie cleared her throat, then quietly turned toward you.

She pushed her notebook halfway across the desk, her handwriting a little messy but precise enough to follow. She didn’t look at you at first—just tapped the edge of the page once, offering it like a peace treaty.

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the desk and your chin on your knuckles. Watching her.

She glanced up, finally meeting your eyes. “Do you have anything in mind?”

You did.

Maybe E.

But you didn’t say that, of course.

Instead, you reached over and plucked the pen from her hand. Your fingers brushed for just a second—warm

You lowered your eyes and started scribbling into the corner of her notes.

Fantasy. Coming-of-age. Drama. Romance. Sapphic.

You underlined the last one.

When you slid the notebook back, she tilted her head at it. Just slightly. Her eyes skimmed the list, and then her lips twitched—barely noticeable. But it was there.

“Sapphic,” she repeated, like she was tasting the word.

You shrugged, eyes flicking up. “Just a suggestion.”

She looked at you again. Not judgmental. Not even surprised.

You raised your eyebrows at her—challenging, almost daring her to say something.

Ellie leaned back slightly. Her voice dropped just a little. “Are you sure?” she asked, voice low and husky. “I mean… you’ve got a reputation.”

You didn’t bother hiding the eye roll that followed.

With one hand, you slid the notebook back across the desk toward her. “You can suggest what you think,” you said flatly. Calm. Measured.

She picked up the pen again and wrote underneath:

Agreed.

You raised your eyebrows again.

That’s it? She just… agreed?

“No suggestions?” you asked, skeptical. “Nothing on your mind? You just agreed we write a sapphic book?”

Ellie didn’t even look up. “Nope,” she said, the pen already back in her hand, sketching something random in the corner of the page. A shape. A line. A loop.

You narrowed your eyes at her, gaze flicking over her blank expression. “Well,” you muttered, scanning her with a mock offense, “I expected something much more from you. I mean, you’re the nerd here.”

That earned a glance—sideways, brief. The corner of her mouth tugged, like she was fighting off a smirk.

“Well, I also didn’t expect you to suggest writing a sapphic book,” she replied, dry.

You tilted your head. “Why not?”

Ellie shrugged. “You’ve got a reputation, remember?”

You didn’t even flinch. Just let out a breathy scoff, leaning forward on your elbows again, voice low but pointed. “I just told our classmate to shut the fuck up because he said I could show you my tits and you’d do the work for me. Do you think I care about reputation?”

That caught her.

Ellie blinked, startled for a beat, then let out a short breath—half laugh, half disbelief. “Jesus,” she muttered, her gaze flicking to yours. “Didn’t know you were like that even in personal.”

You frowned. “Huh? Like what?”

She didn’t answer right away. Just glanced down at the notes again, something unreadable twitching in her expression.

You scoffed softly and leaned back, arms folding across your chest again. Your eyes darted to Ms. Alvarez, who was now busy at her desk, rifling through a drawer.

“And oh, please,” you said, dry. “It’s not like Ms. Alvarez isn’t gay either.”

Ellie looked at you, blinking.

“That’s why she has no husband at her age,” you went on, tone casual like you were talking about the weather. “She likes girls. And the rumors, Ellie—you’ve heard them. She won’t mind reading a sapphic piece.”

You tilted your head, lips twitching.

“I bet she’ll like it very much.”

Ellie stared at you for a moment longer and looked away.

But not before you caught it—that flicker of a smirk, barely there.

She shook her head once, muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “Unbelievable,” and went back to scribbling.

Ellie tapped her pen a few times against the edge of the desk, then tilted her head slightly.

“So,” she said. “What’s it gonna be? Angsty? Enemies to lovers?”

You squinted at her, lips already twitching. Then, without saying a word, you reached out—snatching her notebook and pen in one smooth motion.

Ellie blinked, caught off guard.

You scribbled one word in bold, all caps:

SMUT.

Then slid it back to her with a raised brow and the kind of smug grin you only pulled when you were being very annoying on purpose.

Her eyebrows shot up.

“Smut?” she repeated, slow, confused. “How… it’s not appropriate, I think.”

You bit back a laugh. “Of course it’s not,” you scoffed. “I’m just fucking with you.”

She stared at the word a second longer.

You plucked the notebook back and crossed out SMUT with a dramatic scribble, then started writing again beneath it.

“Anyway, I think something like friends to lovers or whatever,” you said, voice a little more thoughtful now. “It’s the easiest for me to write.”

You kept jotting down rough plot beats, loose ideas—nothing concrete yet. Just bullet points. Your handwriting was starting to drift sideways, slanted and lazy.

When you glanced up again, Ellie was watching you.

Her chin rested in her hand, elbow propped against the desk, eyes steady on your face like she was studying something. Like she was seeing a new side of you. Quiet. Focused.

There was something unguarded about her in that moment. Something soft around the edges. Like maybe—for just a second—she forgot to keep her usual walls up.

You paused, blinking. “What?”

She didn’t answer nor move.

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh,” you said slowly, tilting your head to mirror her. “You’re interested in writing that smut?”

That seemed to break the spell.

Ellie blinked, straightened slightly. “No,” she muttered, her voice low and curt as she grabbed the notebook back from you.

You watched her quietly as she flipped to a clean page and started jotting something down like nothing happened. Like she hadn’t just been staring at you for maybe… kind of a long time.

Her pen scratched against the paper. Her face calm again. Composed. But her ears were slightly pink.

“You’re red,” you said, your voice teasing, a smirk tugging at the edge of your lips.

Ellie didn’t look up. “It’s warm in here.”

You raised a brow. “Right. Sure it is.”

She clicked her pen once—sharp, deliberate—then turned to you with a look so flat it could’ve been carved from stone.

“Better red than desperate for plot-driven foreplay,” she said, completely deadpan.

Your mouth fell open.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, scandalized. “You are thinking about the smut.”

Ellie didn’t respond. Just returned to her notes like nothing happened, but the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth gave her away.

You grinned, triumphant.

You watched her for another beat, amused. “You didn’t deny it.”

Ellie didn’t look up, but her pen paused. “I’m ignoring you.”

You leaned over, voice lower now. “You’re failing miserably.”

That got you a side glance. Brief. Sharp. But not annoyed. More like she was trying not to smile and losing the battle entirely.

You tapped her notebook with your nail. “So, what is this groundbreaking lesbian epic we’re writing?”

“Plot ideas,” she said, clearing her throat. “Since you keep distracting me.”

You hummed, unconvinced. “Am I allowed to see, or are you gonna bite me if I try?”

Without a word, she tilted the notebook your way.

You leaned closer.

There was a character with too many feelings and a bad temper. Another one with trust issues and what looked like “shitty taste in people” scribbled in parentheses.

You frowned, eyes skimming back over the notes. “‘Shitty taste in people’?”

Ellie didn't say anything at first, just twirled her pen between her fingers, like maybe if she spun it fast enough, she wouldn’t have to answer. But eventually, she shrugged.

“Some people keep going back to things that hurt them. It’s realistic.”

You stared at her for a beat. The way she said it wasn’t casual. It wasn’t dramatic either—just honest, like she’d written that trait from experience, not imagination.

You leaned back a little. “Nope.”

Ellie blinked. “What?”

“Nope,” you repeated, already reaching for the notebook. “Too depressing. I’m not writing about heartbreak or sad girls with commitment issues. I’ve got enough of that in real life.”

She didn’t stop you as you turned to a fresh page, clicking your own pen open with purpose. “Let’s try this again.”

You started scribbling, words forming in fast, slanted loops.

Two characters. Childhood friends who lost touch. One returns unexpectedly. Maybe there’s a stupid school festival involved. Maybe someone’s in denial. Maybe they’re both idiots, and it takes a whole novella of almosts before anything actually happens.

You glanced sideways to find Ellie watching your hand move. She didn’t interrupt. Just kept staring like she was trying to match the rhythm of your pen to the shape of your thoughts.

You paused, tapped the page. “This is better.”

Ellie tilted her head. “Friends to lovers?”

You nodded. “Less depressing. More yearning.”

“Yearning is depressing.”

“It’s a good ache.”

She was quiet for a second, then let out a tiny exhale—somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. “Alright,” she murmured. “Let’s write something stupid and soft.”

Ellie took the pen from your hand without asking and leaned over the notebook again, brow furrowed in thought. You didn’t say anything. Just watched her as she wrote—quiet, focused, occasionally pausing to tap the pen against her chin. The sunlight from the classroom windows had shifted, painting her in a late afternoon haze of gold and orange. It softened the sharp lines of her face, caught in the ends of her lashes and the auburn strands slipping from her hoodie.

She looked like a photograph that could blur if you stared too long.

The bell finally rang, loud and abrupt. Ms. Alvarez raised her voice over the sudden scrape of chairs and chattering students, tossing out reminders about deadlines and word count minimums. Nobody listened.

Ellie shut the notebook with a quiet thud and began gathering her things, slipping the sketchpad into her bag and adjusting the strap of her guitar case. You stood, grabbing your own bag from the desk and sliding your phone from your skirt pocket out of habit.

Your fingers unlocked the screen before you could stop them, eyes drifting to your last message to E. Still no reply. You stared at it for a moment longer than you meant to. The bubble of words just sitting there. Unseen. Unanswered.

You let out a breath, sharp and quiet, then turned to Ellie just as she slung the guitar over her shoulder.

“By the way,” you said, holding your phone out toward her, “I need your number.”

She glanced at you, nodded, and took your phone without a word. Her fingers moved fast, thumb flying across the screen before she handed it back and silently offered her own. You typed yours in, quick and neat, and gave it back with a nod.

The room was already half-empty, filled with leftover noise and footsteps in the hall.

You walked out, phone back in your hand, your thumb instinctively brushing over the screen. You opened your messages again.

Still nothing.

Your eyes stayed on it as you moved with the current of students spilling into the hallway—sunlight flickering across lockers and tile. You didn’t notice when Ellie fell in step beside you until she asked, casually, like it was nothing.

“You waiting for someone to text you back?” Ellie said as she walked past, not even slowing down.

You blinked, glanced up—but she was already a few steps ahead, her guitar slung over her back, hoodie pulled up.

You didn’t answer. Just looked down at your phone again, just as a message from E lit up your screen.

Your chest tightened with that familiar tug—the kind you only ever felt with her.

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[suiana]

yandere! childhood friend who still reminisces about your childhood together. yeah, the two of you may be grown now but he's been your day 1 and he just can't help but think about how you used to cling to him and adore him so much! he wishes you'd still do that but it is what it is. no matter how much he wishes otherwise.

yandere! childhood friend who did everything with you. yeah, that also includes practicing kisses. he's your first kiss, and he's never gonna let you forget that. you said you wanted to get better and who is he to refuse? he can't pass up such a prime opportunity! and it's not like he wants anyone else to take it. god no. that would be a tragedy.

"yeah, remember our kissing practices? hah, we were such kids back then!" he watches as you snicker, feeling a warm flush creep up his spine. god, of course he remembers. young and immature as you both were, you both learned together. that's all that really matters to him. "thanks to you, i can now makeout with my partners with ease. you're the best man." and has he told you how muchit infuriates him that you're using your experience to get with others? to please them with the mouth that once touched his? nah, he really can't stand for it. but he isn't allowed to say anything. he's just a childhood friend after all. not for long though.

yandere! childhood friend who wishes he would've accepted your offer to learn how to fuck as well. but no, he just had to be way too delusional back then and tell you to wait for the right one. he must've thought that you'd feel the same and confess then he'd court you slowly before getting to that stage... that never happened unfortunately. not yet at least. he'll make it happen.

yandere! childhood friend who's still a hopeless romantic at heart. a delusional one but a romantic nonetheless. he brings you out on "platonic dates" or whatever the fuck you like to call it, comfort you after your shitty excuse of a partner dumps you, and treats you like the deity that you are. you only deserve the best and he'll be there to provide. none of these losers can't treat you well. he can. he really hopes it'll help you see him as a potential boyfriend!

"i just," you blow your nose, tears streaming down your cheeks as your childhood friend rubs at your back tenderly. "don't know why he'd want to dumo me! we've been going strong for a year already! it's so out of the blue!" yeah, out of the blue huh... not really out of the blue for someone who's been actively theeatening that poor excuse of a man. that menas him, obviously. why he's been threatening him, you ask? because he's not treating you the way you should be treated, duh! sure you look happy but are you really? probably not, he's sure of it. "hey hey, don't worry... I'm here now, aren't i?" he always is, and he always will. you just need to understand that fact and you'll start seeing him in a different light too. don't worry, he has lots of patience. just... don't go sleeping with other people again.

yandere! childhood friend who may or may not be totally super duper mega in love with you. yeah, definitely not in love with you. that would be weird, right? come on, he's your childhood friend! sure you two might've kissed when you were kids and promised to marry one another but those were kiddy promises! that's all they are! he... totally doesn't believe you actually wanna marry him and be his forever and ever.

"so have you started thinking about your future?" he pauses at your question, rubbing at his empty ring finger. future, huh? funny how you ask that when you two are destined to be together at the end of it all. i mean, the two of your promised it as kids, didn't you? sure you're exploring now but at the end if the day, it's him that you come back to, don't you? even if just as a friend. but that's the present, not the future. "nah, not really. just wanna focus on the current moment, y'know?" bullshit, and he knows it. but he doesn't wanna scare you away. not yet at least. you're still out lookign for others which means you haven't come round to the idea of you two together. not to worry, he'll give you a little more time to see how good he is. how good things could be between you two if you just gave him the chance. "i mean, you're here with me." he chuckles, taking your hand in his before placing it on his cheek. you're warm. he likes your warmth, it's so soothing. "that's more than enough for me." half lidded eyes gaze at you, full of emotion and hidden longing before he hums softly. the teo fo you sit in the park in silence, enjoying each other's presence. in the moonlight, everything seems to slow and engulf the two of you in a quiet embrace. he only wishes you would just love him back already. "yeah, I'm glad to be by your side too, best friend." ...he really hates those words. don't worry, good things come to those who wait. and you will be his in due time. you've already had his heart, now all he needs is yours.

[amourane]

flustered and blushing

pairing: theodore nott x fem!reader

genre: fluff so much fluff that it's insane

w/c: 1.7k

summary: in which you're a flustered mess around theo nott and he absolutely adores it.

warnings: none!

a/n: *screams* i just combust every time i write for theo but this piece especially has me just screaming at the cuteness!!!

Everyone who went to Hogwarts knew who Theodore Nott was. It wasn’t hard to miss the dark chestnut hair that would fall in his eyes and the charming smirk that he always wore. Theodore Nott was gorgeous and he knew it. His popularity often led to him being the topic of most conversations and a receiver of many love confessions. Girls would flock to him and try their best to twirl their hair and flirt with the Slytherin but all they were met with was indifference. 

Theodore Nott would tune out their obnoxious laughter and shrill squeals. He would stare blankly at them, reject their advances without a care in the world. Word got around that the infamous Theodore Nott was seemingly unreachable. His unattainability only made him that much more interesting to everyone else.

You were blessed, as some would say, to sit next to Theo during Charms. Flitwick had randomly assigned the seating at the start of the year and you got stuck with Theodore Nott. He wasn’t bad at the subject by any means it just got a bit overwhelming with all the stares and whispers that were directed at your partner. You weren’t one for attention or drama, always preferring to hide in the shadows and not be seen. Sitting next to Theo didn’t exactly grant you that freedom.

Theodore Nott was handsome. So so so handsome. You couldn’t deny your attraction and as much as you tried to push it down you often found yourself staring. The slope of his nose and the angled jaw. His eyes that pulled your attention away from anything else. You would watch as he scrawled his notes onto the parchment. His quill would glide effortlessly without hesitation and you often would forget to take your own notes. You couldn’t help but feel your heart pound whenever he spoke to you or whenever he would offer you even the tiniest smile.

“Hey Y/n you free after dinner tonight?”

The boy beside you drawled with his chin in his hands. He looked at you expectedly and you blinked at him confused. 

“Sorry?”

“Were you not listening? We have an assignment together, I was asking if you were free so we could get started.” He smirked as if he knew you had been watching him all this time. You felt your cheeks heat up and you spluttered for words. Theo chuckled as he shoved his things into his bag, still waiting for your answer.

“Yeah I’m free tonight.” You mumbled, refusing to look at him. You felt your heart race and you gulped. “Wait where are we meeting up?” 

It was then that you realised looking up was a huge mistake because Theo’s face is mere inches away from yours and you felt yourself flush scarlet at the proximity. You blink like a deer caught in headlights trying to calm your own rapidly beating heart. Theo grinned. He tilted his head to the side as if he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Words died on your tongue and your eyes locked with his and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

It was all too much. Way too much.

You cleared your throat, backing away in your seat as far as you could. Theo bit back another smile as he finally leaned back into his seat again. You felt lightheaded from what had just happened and you looked over at the Slytherin only to find him already staring at you causing your eyes to bulge out of their sockets and for you to turn away quickly.

“W-Where did you say?”

“The library of course, I’d bring you to my dorm but don’t you think it’s a bit too soon for that principessa?”

Even if you couldn’t see Theo Nott you definitely could imagine his trademark smirk that would spread across his face whenever he was feeling smug with himself. His words registered in your mind finally and you let out a squeak at the implication before quickly throwing your stuff in your bag and saying a goodbye.

You darted down the hallway, desperate to get away from your seatmate and to your dorm. Theodore Nott had always been like this with you. All smiles and suggestive comments. Your heart couldn’t take his charming grin and angelic laugh. Ever since you had quietly greeted him back in September he had stuck by you and you really didn’t know why. You weren’t popular by any means and you had no pureblood connection that would be of any use so you weren’t sure why Theodore Nott had taken such an interest in you.

His words filled your head once more and you felt your whole body heat up at the memory. You flopped down onto your bed, groaning into the pillow as you tried your hardest to calm yourself down. You just knew tonight was going to be so much worse.

//

“-and I was thinking that we could also talk about non verbal spells since- are you listening to me Y/n?”

You snapped out of your thoughts only to see Theo’s brows furrowed and his lips pulled into a frown. The library was fairly quiet and the two of you had picked a secluded corner to ensure no one would disturb the two of you. Your eyes drifted to the textbook in front of the two of you and you blinked blankly towards your partner.

“Sorry I wasn’t paying attention, what were you saying about non verbal spells?” 

Theo smiled and you felt your heart flutter at the sight. His eyes seemed to twinkle more in the warm lighting and you told yourself that you needed to stop having these ridiculous thoughts. Everyone knew that Theodore Nott had no interest in dating anyone much less you.

“You seem to be daydreaming a lot today Y/n, I’m honestly hurt that you haven’t been paying attention to what I’ve been saying.” Theo pouted but you could see the mirth that spread across his face. He leaned towards you and your eyes widened. “What’s got you so distracted today hm?”

He was so close to you. Too close even. You could smell the familiar citrusy scent that he always wore. It felt warm, you didn’t know if that was possible, but he smelt like what you imagined home would be. The slightly sweet but earthy scent invaded your senses and you felt your brain melt.

Your eyes search his face. The sharp cheekbones and jawline contrasted with the smooth curve of his lips. His dark tousled hair that you couldn’t help but imagine running your fingers through his curls. His long eyelashes framed his beautiful grey eyes. The soft glow of the lamp highlights his complexion and you continue to stare, completely mesmerised.

“Nothing…I just have a lot on my mind.” You replied awkwardly, hoping that he didn’t sense that you were lying.

“Hmm…well I’m always here to talk.” Theo folded his arms as he leant onto the wooden desk in front of the both of you. He buried his head into his arms before turning to the side to look at you, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. “But I guess we’d just be talking about me, wouldn’t we?”

Immediately you burst into flames and you tried to stutter out an excuse. You knew he had noticed your staring. There were only so many times you could get away with not paying attention in class. Then again, it was still mortifying to get caught.

A group of girls decided that that was the perfect time to walk past the two of you and you froze as they saw you and Theo together. They looked at you and then the Slytherin beside you. Your jaw hung open, gaping like a fish, unable to comprehend the multitude of events that were thrown at you. The girls mirrored your expression before scurrying off whispering loudly.

“Are they dating?”

“No way I didn’t actually think he was capable of liking someone.”

“Who is she anyway? I’ve never seen her around.”

You felt your heart race and you deflated in your chair, head in your hands. This was not meant to happen. You felt a tap on your shoulder and you looked up to see Theo. His smile wasn’t on his face anymore, now replaced with a worried look.

“Are you okay?”

“What? Of course not!” You cried out softly. “Everyone’s going to think I’m your girlfriend and it’s going to spread across the whole of Hogwarts by tomorrow morning. And and…” You groaned, putting your head back into your hands, too overwhelmed by everything that was happening. 

Silence spread across the two of you.

“Would that be so bad?” Theo’s voice broke the quiet. You looked up, startled by his words. “Dating me, that is.”

“T-That’s not what I meant-” You stammered, scrambling for an apology, but Theo interrupted you.

“I don’t smile and flirt with just anyone you know. You’re special to me Y/n. I like you, a lot.” 

He was looking at you now, his eyes filled with a warmth you had mistaken for amusement. His gaze was soft and filled with affection, a small smile playing on his lips. Your cheeks heated up at his unexpected confession. Your heart pounded, and you gripped your fingers, searching for the right words to say.

“Do you like me too?”

Try as you might you couldn’t find any words to express your emotions or your feelings towards Theodore Nott. All you could muster was a nod as an answer to his question. Theo laughed as he reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. He tugged you closer to him and once again you were face to face with Theodore Nott.

“I want to hear you say it principessa. Tell me how much you fancy me.” 

He was doing it on purpose. He knew exactly what to do and what to say to get you completely flustered and a blushing mess for him. And you would be a fool to say it wasn’t working.

“Theo I...” You whispered finally finding your own voice. “I really like you Theodore Nott, I really really like you.”

A bright beam graced Theo’s face and he pressed his forehead against yours, hugging your body close to his. You wrapped your arms around his waist, melting into his touch. Theo pulled back as he placed a kiss on your cheek. You blinked before you felt yourself heat up at his affectionate action. You buried your face in his chest, embarrassed at your flustered state.

“You’re so adorable.” Theo chuckled as he embraced you tightly. “I really really like you too Y/n L/n.”

[chimielie]

"Isn't it a little much?" You pause your step on your way into the elevator, blinking at your coworker. Rinne, a pretty girl with light eyes and a perpetual hand on her hip, smiles at you as she pushes past, her lips stretching over her teeth. "I saw Rin-kun's Instagram."

Her casual reference to your boyfriend takes you aback. You didn't know they were so close.

"Ha, I'm sure," you say. "He likes posting a lot, doesn't he?" Rintarō fancies himself a photographer. Mostly, he takes mirror selfies and turns the exposure down very low. He sends you three a day minimum. You, trapped in a cubicle, are only able to sneak away to the bathroom to reciprocate once on average.

"He has a great eye for aesthetics," she nods. "His feed is very satisfying. You're lucky to have him."

"Eh," you shrug. For some reason, she emits a noise something like a whistling kettle.

"So mean!" She shakes her head. You snort. Rintarō gets annoyed with people who are too nice. He thinks they leave a bad taste in his mouth, like eating sugar before bed without brushing your teeth. "You force him to put you in his bio and then act ungrateful? Someone else might come and take him from you."

"What?" you say. The elevator dings, signifying that you've reached the lobby. "He's, like, super whipped."

The doors slide open and you step through, turning when you notice that she hasn't followed. She's hanging out in the elevator, her mouth open like you said something shocking. You wonder momentarily if you had—but shouldn't partners be obsessed with each other?

You forget about it as soon as you see him. Rintarō's bangs are falling into his eyes as he leans over the receptionist's desk, looking ridiculously large as he braces his forearms on the low white marble counter to bend to her level. You quicken your step and he whirls around just before you can make contact, scooping you up and sighing happily as you throw your arms around his neck.

Rinne is almost out the door of the building. You shout a goodbye after her, but she must not hear you, because she doesn't respond.

"Did you have a good day?" Rintarō asks as you bow goodbye to the receptionist.

"No," you say. "You didn't replace the toilet paper after you used up the last roll and it ruined everything."

It's not until you're back home, lying comfortably with your head on him so his heartbeat is there, loud and clear and strong in your ear, that you remember.

"Hey," you say, taking the hand holding yours up to your mouth and biting lightly, lower teeth on the pulse point. You can hear his heartbeat kick up, which makes you grin. "What's your Instagram bio?"

He laughs, a quiet chuff that makes you feel like you've stepped into the sun from an air conditioned building. How lucky you are, to love this man in a language all your own.

"Who told you about that?"

"One of the girls at work asked," you say. "I had no idea you and Rinne were friends."

"Who?" He squints. "I don't know anyone with that name. The annoying one from the last holiday function?"

You swat at him but don't correct him. "Yeah. She said you have a satisfying feed."

He rolls his eyes, his mouth still kicked up in a smile so you can see his sharp right canine. Unfairly attractive, your man is.

"I like that you don't give a shit about pissing on your territory, you know that?"

You frown.

"Gross! What're you even talking about?"

He doesn't answer, infuriatingly. He just types something in and hands you his phone.

His bio reads: sunarin: my girlfriend is cooler.

Your account is tagged, but you rarely use Instagram and you don't even have the app, so you rely on him to hunt down all the good reels and help you stalk people from high school and whatever else you might need it for. It's sweet. His feed is nice enough, you think, not half as good as the album of pictures of his sleeping face that rotate as your lockscreen.

"No wonder people think I'm some kind of crazy girlfriend," you say, handing the phone back to him. He sets it aside and puts his hand on your back, warm and solid. "You're making me enemies at work."

"Aren't you gonna say I'm sweet?" He goads.

"For stating facts? It's not out of the goodness of your heart," you poke him. "It's just true."

[4ruits]

you and nanami are such a heavy contrast. he's a salaryman, always wearing expensive, tailored suits, and always so stoic and serious. however, you── his pretty little partner── are quite the contrary to what people first depicted you to be. no one would have thought nanami dated someone along your caliber── someone so tatted up.

and you're covered in a lot of them, so many that you lost count. when nanami first admitted to having a partner, he experienced the expected the teasing and badgering from gojo. oh, i bet' they're so cute, he'd chide. you look like the type to date cute people.

"no, gojo'd gasp. are they as serious as you? don't tell me they're a boring twig like you──" nanami wasn't a violent person outside of defeating curses, but the warning he threw gojo let the man know that he was willing to go there. for you. thus, making gojo even more curious. who could make nanamin act so violently out of love?

one evening, while nanami's heading back home, gojo is shamelessly following him despite the blond's protests against it. though, nanami doesn't put up a fight because he knew that he should've never mentioned you in the first place. so, meeting each other at your habitual spot, at a park where the flowers are beautiful, nanami proudly wraps his fingers into yours while gojo gawks in shock.

nanami almost forgets the white-haired nuisance's existence, kissing your lips tenderly when you catch the man with a slack jaw staring profusely. "kento," you say in a low voice. "who's this?"

gojo is at a loss for words, eyes trailing down your body at how covered you are. traversing your biceps down to your wrists, and wearing a pair of jeans shorts, both legs are fairly done. it makes gojo concerned on the behalf of nanami ── was he coerced to be with you? no, nanami could never. but...

"a colleague of mine," nanami simply states. "he's, uh, gojo."

"so, this is the one giving my boyfriend such a hard time at work?" giving gojo a once over like he did you, your eyes twinkle in mischief when you add, "he certainly looks annoying."

nanami snorts while gojo finally snaps out of his dazed trance. "hey─"

"c'mon," nanami goes to kiss your temple. "let's get going." arm wrapping around the expanse of your waist, pulling you to him. your shirt rides up a bit and gojo should feel ashamed but he’s curious, is it only your arms and legs? his eyes widen at the centimeter of ink spotted on your waist.

"so, what?" gojo calls out. "no goodbye for me?"

"goodbye, gojo," nanami calls out.

"and what about your beautiful partner, huh?" gojo goads. "what about you?"

"bye, gojo," you quickly bid before turning to your boyfriend, still in his embrace as you walk down the gravel path. "you need a new job, baby. does he always sound so needy?"

"yes," he chuckles. "and if you can find me something i'll actually like, i'll take it."

the next morning before nanami arrives at jujutsu tech, gojo's telling everyone── including yuuji, nobara, and megumi── about nanami's badass partner covered in tattoos. totally claiming how you're way out of his league. nanami finds out from yuuji, and of course, the blonde slaps his superior. though... he knows it's true. you are way out of his league.

[sacredsorceress]

Hi lovely!! Been thinking about Bob taking care of his drunk partner. how he’d feel seeing her at that state, trying to keep himself calm while simultaneously making sure she’s okay. i can just picture him being such a sweetheart with pulling back her hair and rubbing her back, then flinching when she throws up 🥹

.:*Bob taking care of Drunk!Reader.:*

A/N: bob is such an angel. I know he'd love being able to help his girlfriend in her hour of need (even if it's far from glamorous). not proofread sorry!! WC: 1.4k WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol consumption and descriptions of vomiting

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"Heyyyyyyy Reynolds."

No matter how long you've been together, Bob loves hearing you say his name. It grounds him in reality and reminds him that he's really there, and truly yours. ‘Reynolds’ may have been mostly retired as you crossed the line from teammates to partners, but it still had its way of slipping out: particularly when you had been drinking.

And from the way you dragged out the s in his surname and hiccupped while waiting for him to respond- you were drunk.

"Hey- hi baby," Bob replied over the intercom. "Are you okay?"

Able to hear the small smile on his face through the phone, you hummed.

"Mmmmm yeah," You said. "But I forgot my keys. Wanna let me upstairs hot stuff?"

Even after all this time dating, Bob's face still burned red. He only dropped out in the first few months of high school, but he imagined that this is what being a lovesick teenager would’ve felt like.

"Um y-yeah." He said, nodding. "I... hold on..."

You could hear the sounds of pages rustling as his book was tossed onto the bed, and his slippers shuffled as he dragged his feet against the floor.

"Aaaaanddd...." Bob droned, melodic tapping sounds echoing in your ear. "O-okay it should be open now."

Like magic, the lock on the front door of the Avengers Tower unlocked with several clicks.

“Be up in a second, honey.”

And the line went dead.

As he headed to the elevator to meet you, Bob considered how until recently, he had never known what it was like to have someone rely on him. Sure, he wanted to be that guy- even to a detriment- but whether because of chance or his own shortcomings, no one ever did. Not truly. Even now, with powers and abilities beyond his comprehension, Bob failed to be a reliable asset.

Then there was you. Sweet, loving, kickass you who loved him just as he came and trusted him with your life. Not as Sentry, not as the Golden Guardian of Good (gosh that really was a mouthful), but as Bob.

You and Bob. Two halves of one whole- lost without the other.

Bob may have thought you were doing a lot of the heavy lifting, but then again you knew him better than he knew himself.

As the elevator binged, announcing your arrival, he cringed at the bright light that poured out of it.

Most times you walked out of that same elevator you were like a goddess: confident and poised. Now, Bob chuckled to himself as your own mortality had caught up with you.

Bag slipping off of your shoulder, you stumbled out of the elevator, heels clicking against the floor.

"Mmmm, Bob." You hummed, crashing into his arms. If it hadn't been for his strength, he thinks you both would've fallen to the floor.

"Hi." Bob said, running his hand up and down your back. "Tired?"

Face still pressed against his chest, cheeks smushed up to your eyes, you simply nodded.

God, you were cute.

Sensing how you had shifted your weight entirely on top of him, Bob had a feeling that you'd struggle making it across the apartment in your inebriated state. Rather than watch you bumble like a newborn deer to your bedroom, he bent over, hooked one of his arms under your knees while the other laid flat against your back and lifted you from the floor.

A series of giggles escaped your throat as you clung to his robe.

"I always forget you have super strength." You said, nudging your face into the crook of his neck. "I should've had you pick me up from the bar."

Bob doesn’t miss a beat.

“I would’ve.”

And he’s being honest. He would have done anything you asked of him.

Pushing against his door,

The second Bob had his back turned, he heard your hurried rush to the bathroom. You tripped over the shoes you had disposed off seconds before, catching yourself on the bed before fumbling with the door handle.

Your boyfriend was just about to ask you what was wrong when he heard your knees skid against the floor, sliding into first base just in time for the toilet bowl to catch the contents of your stomach.

It was ironic really that despite the amount of times Bob had thrown up in his own life that he had such a weak stomach. Hearing you now, retching in the other room, the blanket slipped from his fingers as he brought his own fist to his mouth and gagged.

Keep it together. You can do this. You can help.

Do. Not. Vomit.

Like a mantra, Bob whispered cucumbercucumbercucumber to himself as he followed you into the bathroom.

His cool fingers on your scalp made a groan slip past your lips as your face fell onto the toilet seat.

Good thing he cleaned it today, Bob thought.

Squeezing his eyes shut to avoid seeing the contents of the bowl- something that would most certainly make him lose his lunch- Bob blindly ran his fingers over your forehead, pulling your hair back from your forehead and into a makeshift ponytail. Securing it with one hand, he moved the other to your back, rubbing in soothing, circular motions.

"Bob it's-" you retched. "it's okay, you can go to bed."

Digging his face into his shoulder, Bob shook his head.

"No, I can help." He assured you. "Just uh, let it out."

You were inclined to argue, but were cut short by another convulsion hitting your body as you threw up the last of what was in there. Heaving, you swatted your boyfriend away.

"It's okay, Bob." You said, wiping your face. "It's done. Mind running the shower?"

Quick to take a ticket out of vomit duty, Bob went to the shower and turned the faucet. As his hand ran under the water, waiting for it to run from cold to hot, he watched you flush the toilet and pick yourself up off the floor.

Even with your hair a mess and the bright white lighting of the bathroom raining down on you, Bob still thought that you looked beautiful.

"What are you looking at?" You laughed, pulling your shirt over your head.

"You're just... just," He shrugged, a sheepish smile hanging on his lips. "...really pretty." Bob turned his face to hide his blush. "Anyway, the shower's ready."

Stripping yourself of the last of your clothes while holding on to Bob to steady yourself- you'd really have to appreciate just how strong his chest was in the morning when you were sober- you then climbed into the shower. As the hot water ran over your skin, relaxing your muscles, Bob busied himself at the counter. You watched through the fogged glass as he squirt toothpaste onto your toothbrush.

After he slipped you the toothbrush, Bob hung your towel over the shower door, careful not to get it wet. You closed your eyes, focusing on the running water and the sound of him rattling through the cabinets, no doubt preparing the morning care package of pain reliever and water to leave on your nightstand.

Gosh, you were lucky.

Once you had finished washing clean the mess of the night, he helped you dry off. You couldn't help but giggle as he rubbed the tower up and down yours arms, making your hair stand on edge. When he helped you put on a fresh pair of pajama pants, your fingers fisted in his hair to keep from falling, you hummed.

"You're the best, you know that?" You said with hooded eyes. "I'm the luckiest."

Although your bedroom lighting was dim, you could see the heat creep up his neck at the compliment. Bob chuckled.

"I still think you're pretty when you're throwing up." He said, shaking his head in disbelief as he guided you under the covers and into bed. "I'm the lucky one."

As Bob hunched over you, bringing the sheets up to your chin, you couldn't help but mentally argue with him- positive that you were in fact the luckiest.

But, Bob had heard your teammates- particularly Walker- whisper about how they could make him useful; an asset to the team, but it rarely phased him now that he had you. He may not be able to control his abilities enough to save the world, but he could take care of you, his world, and that would be enough.

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[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

So Vlad and Bruce attend GA together, and Vlad is coming back to Gotham, and Bruce invited him over to reconnect.

At first, the Wayne brood didn’t care much. It was just dinner with Bruce’s old friend.

Then they realized Vlad had kids.

4, to be exact. Jordan (21), Jazz (18), Danny (17), and Dani (15).

Immediately, the Waynes take a romantic interest in them.

Dick and Jordan are hanging out after work, Cass and Jazz attend self defense classes together. Danny and Duke have classes at school and Dani and Damian are volunteering at the same shelter.

(Jason and Tim have their respective partners, but are willing to wingman)

The Fentons? They’re oblivious to the Waynes advances.

Jordan: Man, you love a *specific flavor of energy drink* every Monday like I do!

Dick, who hates that brand and flavor, but buys it for Jordan every Monday: hahah, sure do!

~

Jazz: that guy that kept trying to flirt with me at the grocery store is gone now! Thank god my last ‘no’ finally got to his head!

Cass, who doubled back to the store to have a chat with the guy: I told you. You just have to be assertive.

~

Danny: wow, remind me to make those cinnamon rolls for you, you seem to eat those up!

Duke, who hates cinnamon: I won’t forget! Those are delicious! Thanks for making them with me in mind!

~

Dani: hey, thanks for coming to this museum with me! I really didn’t want to come alone. Did you have any plans?

Damian, who currently has 13 cases to work on, 4 school projects, a missing patrol, and is currently ignoring all of his Fathers calls: No, I was not busy, thank you for inviting me.

Vlad and Bruce are watching this all go down like: :/

Bonus

Dani, watching Cass, Duke, and Dick flirt with her siblings: ugh, it’s horrible being the only non oblivious member of my family!

Damian, who’s been trying to ask her out on dates for weeks, is one attempt away from holding a sign saying ‘I WANT TO DATE YOU’: …right…

Vlad, watching Damian tweak out: how long do you think it’ll take until one of my kids realize that your kids want to date them?

Bruce: hmmm… I think it’ll take a bit longer, except for Jordan and Dick, Tim caught them making out last week, so I would say three more weeks for those two

[bananastarlo]

yandere Isekai trope

What if you wake up in another world and nothing is quite as it was before you fell asleep? Everything looked different—hell, even you looked different, wearing a strange school uniform.

That’s when a screen appears before you:

“In order to leave this place, you must get along with the yandere of this universe and identify—plus avoid—their darling. Good luck, and don’t get yourself killed.“

So that’s why you’re standing in front of the classroom the screen assigned you to. Peering inside, nobody seems to notice your presence. You take a seat and inspect every person carefully… 

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Is he not in this school?

But then he walked in, head slightly bowed to avoid drawing attention to himself. Yet somehow, you knew it had to be him. It was a gut feeling, strong and undeniable. The boy was quite tall and lean, with little muscle, a gentle appearance, and hair that fell over his face. His expression was unsure.

He’s supposed to be the yandere? You smirked to yourself. Definitely manageable.

As he took his seat, you came up to him and warily sat yourself down next to him. He didn’t even bother glancing up, absorbed in whatever he was sketching in his notebook. 

You’d figured you should try befriending him—gain his trust so he (hopefully) wouldn’t hurt you.

Your first interaction with him was short-lived 

“Hey, I’m new here. Uh…what’s your name?“

…

Shit. 

You take a peek at his notebook.

“That’s a really pretty drawing! You’re very talented!“

“…Thank you.“ 

Were you the first person he’d spoken to? It sure felt like it. You almost felt bad for him.

As time went on, you tried every tactic to win him over. After countless failed attempts, you finally earned his tolerance, maybe even fondness. Now, he even waits for you after class, which was…kind of cute. You learned his name was Luca, a shy boy who loved to draw and read comics.

It made sense for him to be a yandere, you thought. 

Eventually, he grew clingy. You didn’t mind. If anything, his attachment meant he wouldn’t turn on you later…right?

But you’d be lying if you said he hadn’t grown on you, too. If not for the yandere thing, you’d actually enjoy your late-night talks (it’s more of a one-sided conversation, but oh well…) and the times when you did school projects together at your house and he gets flustered by being in your space. 

But you’re forgetting something really important, aren’t you? 

“Hey, my name is Lola! It’s nice to meet you all!“ 

She was an awfully cheery girl who just transferred here. The kind of girl boys fell for. Even…

You turn your head to study Luca’s reaction.

His expression was unreadable, but this has to be her—the darling. Now, you just had to avoid her as much as possible.

“Thank you. You can sit now. Uh…you! You’ll show Lola around and partner with her for the upcoming project.“

The teacher pointed directly at you.

Aw, shit.

Arguing was pointless, so you agreed. But you could feel Luca’s glare burning into you as Lola beamed beside you.

“I hope we become good friends!“

You spent the rest of class ignoring him, but dread coiled in your stomach. 

After class, as everyone scattered, you grabbed Luca‘s wrist before he could leave. “Listen, I…I really like you. I don’t want anything to change what we have. Once I finish what the teacher asked, I‘ll stay away from her, okay?“

He blinked in surprise, then smiled. “I-I didn’t think you’d understand. Thank you so much.“

And with that, he left.

At least that went well.

Or so you thought.

Lola was determined to befriend you. No hint, no brush-off worked. The more time you spent with her, the more Luca withdrew. His distance made you paranoid—rightfully so.

Today was another dreadful day and you were the only one left in school working on an assignment—too scared to walk home now that it was already this dark out. After packing up, you sighed and headed out—until a strange noise made you stop in place. 

Against your better judgement, your feet dragged you to the source, scared of what you would find.

That’s when you saw an open classroom and heard a piercing scream from inside. Your stomach dropped and hands started shaking.

There he was, repeatedly stabbing a person, who was so familiar to you, you almost threw up. Lola. Luca was hunched over her. He must’ve heard you, because his head slowly turned, blood splattered across his face.

“You? My darling… you weren’t supposed to see this.“

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!“ You backed away.

He looked like he was the one who had just been stabbed. His lips trembled.

“W-What do you mean? I did this for us! She wouldn’t stop bothering you! She deserved this—ALL OF IT! She wanted to take you away from me, can’t you see? You told me you didn’t want anything to change what we have, so please, please don’t look at me with that look. I love you so much, please…“

What have you done?

[gotaksboyfie]

hi! i love your work so much and that you like so many fandoms that i like too 8D! your fics and headcanons are so fun to read, I may have read a lot of them in a night… 👉👈 and i really liked your Baku/Hyuntak x short reader as a fellow short person who hates it sometimes too </3

is it also possible for a Geum Seongje one but with a short female reader? either fic or headcanons are fine, whichever is best for you :) but maybe with a short female reader who’s insecure with her short height ?

thank you very much and please take as much time as you need too, I hope all is well and thank you for your writing :)

keum seongje with a short partner

general

gif creds: @billornot

» holds back a barely concealed laugh when he first sees you, biting his lip to try and stop it. he didn't even know you could be in high school and still be that height. seeing you get annoyed at his reaction makes him even more interested in you, constantly pushing your buttons

» purposely stashes stuff way out of your reach, so you're forced to ask him for help. so what if seongje spends a little bit of time staring at how your shirt rides up? a little treat for his eyes never hurts

» he acts like he never wants to do things for you, but he's always giddy about it on the inside. like yes seongje, you are the best boyfriend in the whole world for opening the jar of pickles. he lives for your validation—or anything to stroke his ego, really

» rests his arm on your head. c'mon, you can't get mad at him when your head is literally right there. it's the perfect height for it. maybe you should've drank some more milk as a kid

» obsessed with the size difference, and he's very loud with it. never fails to mention how small you are compared to him, or how you basically need him there at all times to help you (especially loves whenever you cry about him "not fitting" during sex)

» if he loses his glasses somehow, be very careful. seongje cannot see at all, so paired with your height..? he's never letting go of your wrist. if you wander off, he will genuinely not be able to spot you unless you're within two feet of him (two feet is pushing it, more like 10 inches)

» picks you up and moves you wherever. he'll just grab you by your shoulders and plop you down where he wants you, kinda like he's moving a life sized chess pawn. sometimes the second hand isn't even required, he'll just wrap and arm around you and lug you like a log

» forgets how fragile you are, and accidentally hits you with the same strength he uses on his friends (if you can even call them that?). panics when he sees the bruise blossoming and has to remember to control his strength around you

» won't notice if you're insecure about your height because he's not very observant with those things. why should you? seongje loves that part of you, so why don't you think the same as him ??? a little self centered on that front but does make an effort to try and ease your insecurities (albeit in rather odd ways.. like sending you links to articles about short people living longer that are obviously click bait. but hey, at least he's trying?)

» jokingly refers to you as a little lamb, but the nickname sticks. you think it's fitting, seeing how he's similar to a wolf (haha) and you're like his prey. don't let him know you like it though, or else he'll go a little feral about the predator/prey dynamics

fin

a/n off topic but did yall see the ateez comeback (っ˘ω˘ς ) they are WHORING OUT!!!!! the amount of shirtless shots oh my lord? and mingi bending over that car??? honda baby flashbacks (ifykyk) i shed a tear down my legs watching it.. such a total 180 from iomt but i loved it nonetheless

[clerc16]

EVERYONE ADORES YOU (AT LEAST I DO)

3 times in which charles tried to win Y/N over, and the 1 time she caved in.

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: none.

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francisca.cgomes miss you!!!

yourusername miss you more love! meet soon?

charles_leclerc meet at an f1 race! fun and exciting

user1 i find it hilarious how Y/N is ignoring all of charles’ attempts

user4 literally giggling i love her

user5 my mother

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yourusername day out with my love 💞💓💖

francisca.cgomes the best time ever as always <3

yourusername mwah!

pierregasly please stop stealing my girlfriend from me

yourusername she is MY gf 🤫

francisca.cgomes honestly pierre don’t disturb us

pierregasly get yourself a real partner and STAY AWAY FROM HER

charles_leclerc i volunteer as tribute

maxverstappen charles, no

user9 Y/N i beg you give charles a chance

oscarpiastri Y/N i am begging you too

alexalbon me too. i am tired of this.

scuderiaferrari same.

charles_leclerc what a duo!!! f1 race next? ;)

yourusername No sorry

user6 Y/N LMFAOOOO

user3 oh poor charles

user0 i just heard charles scream loudly into his pillow

arthur_leclerc spoiler alert: he did

user1 mothers are mothering !!!!

user4 charles baby i think you need to start giving up now

charles_leclerc never back down never what

user4 he’s completely lost the plot

charles_leclerc wow 😍

yourbsf get a job stay away from her!!!

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yourusername spontaneous museum day out

charles_leclerc if you were a painting you would be a masterpiece

yourusername pipe down, leclerc

charles_leclerc :(

yourusername sad faces do NOT work on me 💪

scuderiaferrari just say yes. the whole team is begging you.

maxverstappen not part of the team, but i am begging you too.

pierregasly i cannot be seen in ferrari red, but i beg you too.

alexalbon not a spot of red in my team but i also am begging you to say yes.

oscarpiastri yeah what they all said

francisca.cgomes take me with you next timeeee

yourusername come to monaco!!!

yourbsf do not forget to invite me omg

user1 all the drivers have lost it i am LOVING this

user7 charles is always so down bad in her comments it is hilarious

charles_leclerc my pain is NOT funny.

yourusername it truly is, leclerc

charles_leclerc omg heyyy Y/N

charles_leclerc yk race weekend is coming up right?????? 😁😁😁

yourusername don’t count on me

lewishamilton i didn’t want to involve myself in this but Y/N please say yes before next season comes because i cannot handle him crying in the garage

yourusername omg lewlew whatever u say king!

charles_leclerc SO YOU’RE COMING TO THE NEXT RACE?

yourusername don’t tell lewis i said this, but no

pierregasly ENDED HIM

charles_leclerc shut up pierre

user6 CHARLES FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE IN THESE COMMENTS BRO

user3 Y/N eating as always!

user9 WHY ARE WE NOT DISCUSSING CHARLES’ DISGUSTING PICK UP LINE IM CRYING HES SO CORNY

yourusername i know right, flattering me tho

charles_leclerc am i seeing this correctly? flattering? you’re flattered?

yourusername don’t you have a job to attend to?

charles_leclerc YOURE FLATTERED

scuderiaferrari he’s squealing in the middle of a meeting, calm down please.

lilymhe i miss youuuu

yourusername soooon <3

user8 wait i might be reaching do you think Y/N caved in

user1 no she is NOT that easy to convince

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charles_leclerc pretty win in front of a pretty girl ❤️

yourusername how charming

charles_leclerc that’s all you really

yourusername why thank you charles

pierregasly WAR. IS. OVER.

francisca.cgomes my girlfriend

charles_leclerc ? stay back

pierregasly we’re in this one together mate

yourbsf you did not get a job and you did not stay away from her. ok.

yourusername it’s okay, kinda glad he didn’t

charles_leclerc ASDNDLSBLXJWOSJ

oscarpiastri FINALLY!!!!!!!!! my parents lowkey

yourusername HIGHKEY even

charles_leclerc you’re officially adopted!

maxverstappen two celebrations in one 🎉🎉🎉

lewishamilton thank you for listening to my advice, Y/N

user6 AAAHAHHAHAHAHKSLDLEKWKWKKDJSKWKJ

user2 MY ROMAN EMPIRE

user8 see guys joblessness WORKS

yourusername it does

scuderiaferrari this calls for a celebratory dinner. not because you won but because she caved in

charles_leclerc ? thanks ig?

yourusername SHHHH CHARLIE DONT SAY NO TO FREE FOOD thank you ferrari :))

user0 SHE WENT FROM LECLERC TO CHARLES TO CHARLIE AAAAAAAAA

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yourusername loser. my cute loser.

charles_leclerc YOURS

yourusername yes!!!!

pierregasly my job here is done

yourbsf so adorable actually

charles_leclerc is this the comment of approval?

yourbsf possibly

charles_leclerc VAMOS

francisca.cgomes you are still my girlfriend tho

yourusername absolutely

charles_leclerc No

pierregasly NO.

user3 HER 😭 CUTE 😭 LOSER 😭

user7 charles i am so sorry for bullying you

user2 the real question is how did he pull her with no flirting abilities

yourusername he’s hot so it gave him bonus points

charles_leclerc YOU THINK I’M HOT

user5 you know what. fair play charles. fair play

user1 next time i try to ask someone out i’ll use the charles leclerc technique

lilymhe MY BABIES

yourusername double date soon?

francisca.cgomes make that a triple date!

alexalbon WHAT LILY SAID

user0 officially my parents i love them a lot

── ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

[pomefioredove]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ requiem of a cringe

did something embarrassing last night and was like "I need to go crawl in a hole and die. OR I could write"

type of post: blurbs characters: cater, rook, jack, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral (the term "damsel in distress" is used in vil's part, but it's meant to be teasing and not indicative of the reader's gender), reader is yuu, rook is rook

I. Talks Too Much

It's not that you're trying to be annoying.

Your mouth simply moves faster than your mind, and before you know it, you've been talking for twenty uninterrupted minutes about... well... nothing.

You always notice that uncomfortable, irritated look on their face just after you're done. And then you keep rambling in an attempt to make it less awkward (it never does).

And now you're here, hiding in the hedge maze outside Heartslabyul, thinking about getting lost and never coming out of it.

Of course, if anyone were to find you now, it'd be him.

"Hey, hon~ you busy?"

"Please, not now, Cater," you mutter.

The boy stills, looking a little taken aback by how miserable you sound.

"Are you still upset about that thing at the Unbirthday Party? That was hours ago, babe! I bet no one even remembers,"

You physically cringe. The faces of your uncomfortable tablemates won't seem to leave your memory...

"I remember it," you murmur, burying your face in your hands. "I'm so annoying."

For once, Cater is quiet. A minute goes by, and you think he may have left, until you hear the grass crunching under his knees as he kneels down and pulls you into a hug.

"You are not annoying. And even if you were, it'd only make me like you more," he mutters, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Understand?"

Your surprise at his change in tone doesn't stop you from hugging back. "Understood,"

You hadn't meant to say all of that.

You just spilled a potion you'd been working on for hours, and amidst your frustrated floor-scrubbing, you had vented about your entire week to your poor lab partner, a person you had been trying to impress all semester.

He had, gracefully, let you finish your rant, and then let you sit in it, just like the harmless potion now coating your knees as you cleaned up the floor.

Then, he awkwardly said: "That... sucks. I guess. I don't know what to say,"

There had probably never, in your whole life, been a person who looked more unhappy to be around you.

Afterwards, you found a nice spot in the woods behind campus to die.

You lie there, hoping nature would reclaim you before next alchemy class, when some purposefully loud rustling in the bushes catches your eye.

"Ah, Trickster! You really should not lie like that- a predator will take that as weakness, non? Are you injured?"

"Only my pride,"

"Talking about it will make you feel better," Rook says. It's more of a demand than a question.

You sigh. "I think I've done enough talking for... ever, actually,"

"Nonsense," he suddenly straddles your waist and pins your wrists to the earth. "I will not move until you tell me the problem, mon cœur."

You're like an animal in a snare. Once Rook has made up his mind, that's it. He will find out.

And so, with a sigh, you let him take the kill- that is, you tell him everything. Your whole, terrible week, the potion incident, the look on your lab partner's face...

When you're done, he's just. Smiling. "I see now. You are embarrassed,"

"Well... yes. You don't think that's embarrassing?"

He beams. "You are simply overflowing with beautiful emotion and passion for la vie! How could I ever find that embarrassing? You and I are not so different,"

In a weird way, that makes sense. Rook is never one to let shame hold him back from expressing his feelings.

He smiles at your pensive expression, and gives you a kiss on the head.

"Mais, next time you are upset, maybe you should come to me first, non?"

II. Clumsy

Forgetful, scatterbrained, oblivious, dimwitted are all words you've become used to hearing.

As well as a few colorful swears.

You have two left feet, even when you're not dancing- you're used to walking into walls, tripping, and dropping things- it just sucks that you have an audience now.

The first years that had gathered around the mess you made- tripping over your own feet and spilling the papers you were meant to deliver to Ace and Deuce all over the floor- are watching with grins and phones out.

You pretend they're not there, even with their taunts and whistles and laughter.

"Hey! Loitering is a waste of time!" someone barks. Literally.

You look up to see Jack moving through the crowd, scolding the other first years for blocking the hall.

When he sees you in the eye of the storm, on your hands and knees picking up your spilled papers, something upset takes his usually-stoic demeanor.

"What's the matter with you?!" he snarls at the boys. "Didn't anyone teach you any manners?! It's rude to stare- and laugh!"

His ears are flattened against his head when he kneels down beside you to help, collecting the papers, and putting them in your hands.

"Come on, we'll be late if you keep 'sittin there,"

Jack pulls you to your feet and gives one final snarl to the other first years before walking you off.

"...Thanks,"

"Eh? Don't mention it," he says. "Leona woulda had my tail if I just walked by..."

You know there's more to it than that, but you don't push. You're just happy he's forgotten to take his hand out of yours.

You can't handle being the center of attention.

For good reason, too- you're awkward, clumsy, and about the least graceful a person can get.

A true Ugly Duckling at a place like NRC. But Vil Schoenheit sees the swan in you. Perhaps that's why he's always been so patient and sweet.

It's a little distracting.

So much is obvious when he waves at you in the hall and, distracted by his smile, you walk right into a wall.

Though you can't see anything but stars after falling on your butt, the stares and snickers of everyone else are hard to miss.

Vil glares them away with a look that could kill twice over, and then stands over you as you lay on the floor.

"Come on," he says, holding out a hand. "I'll check you for concussion."

He brings you to Pomefiore and sits you down, shooing off a few curious underclassmen as he checks your pupils. "Do you feel nauseous?"

"Not really,"

"Then you'll be fine. Just a bump. You really should be more careful, though,"

You've heard that one before. Vil smiles at your dazed expression, and presses a cold compress against your head.

"This will help with the swelling,"

"Thanks," you mutter, still a little out of it. "You're my hero."

His eyebrows raise in true surprise, and then he chuckles. "And that makes you a damsel in distress?"

He doesn't give you a chance to respond before taking away the compress and kissing the red mark on your head.

"Don't think that being so cute is going to distract me. I'll make some time for lessons on poise this weekend,"

III. Unsociable

You'd think that being quiet and staying out of people's ways would get them to leave you alone, but it really just attracts more attention.

And after a grueling period of your tablemates making you the butt of every joke ("wow, I didn't know you could even talk!" "are you quiet because you hate us? come onnn, you can tell me!") you were ready to bury yourself alive.

"I don't ever want to leave," You mumble into the bundle of sheets and blankets on Idia's unmade bed.

"You could stay, y'know," Idia says from his desk, mindlessly scrolling through some gaming forum. "I should blackmail Crowley into letting you stay down here at least half the year."

"Couldn't it be the whole?"

"Nah. You need like, sunlight and stuff,"

"And you don't?!"

Idia snickers. "I'm built different. You know that. I get all my nutrients from blue light... You could at least stay for the weekend, though,"

You roll your eyes.

"...And I'll leak those normies' data. I'm sure I could get into their browser histories and have that emailed to their parents,"

Hm. You genuinely consider it for a moment, but eventually decide to give mercy. You're basically a saint.

"I think I just wanna pretend like I don't exist right now,"

Idia nods in understanding and pushes his gaming chair over to the edge of the bed, before crawling in and wrapping himself around you.

"That can be done. Pancakes tomorrow?"

Sure, there were people who talked to you, but you didn't talk back.

You just don't know how, you suppose. Every time you try, you end up saying the wrong thing, or are accidentally rude, or do something embarrassing.

You don't understand the references people make. You don't get social cues or hints. You have the social skills of an oyster.

Four months at Night Raven College, and you didn't have a single friend.

Well- except for him.

"How are you enjoying your tea?" Malleus asks, polite and curt as ever.

You take another sip- it's tangy, sweet, with a hint of bitterness. Some sort of Briar Valley blend that Malleus had imported just for you.

"I really like it,"

He smiles. "I'm pleased,"

One of the things you find so agreeable about Malleus is his simplicity. He often says exactly what he means; albeit, in a sort of 13th century Lord sort of way.

There's less stress with him. You don't have to pretend to be interesting, or outgoing, or cool. You can just be... you.

Because he likes you.

"You know," you say with a faint smile. "You're so nice to me. Sometimes I think that you're the only person I need. I could be happy with just you for the rest of my life."

You had meant that casually, but when you look back up from your cup, Malleus has this... look.

Wide-eyed, his lips pressed firmly together. There's even a dusting of color on his cheeks.

"Oh," you internally panic. Was that too much? Was that weird? Did you make things awkward again? Crap, you should have just acted normal, what's wrong with you?! "S-sorry, I-"

"Do you truly mean that?"

You go quiet, looking back at him with wide eyes. Your heart is pounding against your chest.

"...Yes,"

Malleus hums, his expression becoming more... pensive, and then...

He smiles. "I feel the same. Shall we go for a walk while the night is still young?"

[dumbseee]

prom queen.

when bakugo wants to invite you to prom, but doesn’t know how to do it.

bakugo katsuki x fem!reader.

warning: bad english/grammar :p / excuse any typos!

_

"just go for it! she won’t say no!" mina encouraged her friend, smiling from ear to ear after kaminari let it slipped that bakugo wanted to invite you to prom. the poor boy did his best to not meet the glaring gaze of his friend. "forget about it! i don’t know why dunce face said that, it’s not true!" he yelled, throwing a pillow at mina. "liar! i knew you liked her! do you think you’re slick with the way you look at her during class or training? you even proclaimed yourself her male partner for training, you don’t even let another boy approach her." she crossed her arms on her chest, looking at her friend with a knowing smile. bakugo was burning up and could feel the palm of his hands starting to sparkle from the sweat. as he was about to explode in the dorm’s living room, another voice calmed him instantly.

"we’re here!" you said, arms full of shopping bags and followed by momo and jirou. mina jumped off the couch and ran to them, while bakugo kept his eye on you the whole time. you looked so beautiful, with your hair styled in a high ponytail you even put some light makeup on and damn you looked so good. "oh my god! you went to buy your dresses for prom?" mina asked and you nodded, you seemed to notice the burning gaze of bakugo on you since you turned to look at the three men sitting on the couch. you lifted your hand to wave at them and only bakugo ignored you, turning his gaze away from you and back on the tv. you frowned and bite your lip, you didn’t know why bakugo was this way with you, you were convinced that he hated you. mina brushed it off and dragged you and your friends to her dorm so you could show her the dresses you brought.

prom was tomorrow and you still haven’t got anyone to go with you. of course, you had a lot of people asking you to go with them, and they were cute guys, but you always said no. why? because you were still waiting for someone to ask you for prom. "hey, y/n! can you help me take these boxes back to the storage room?" iida asked you, snatching you out of your reveries. "oh? yes, of course!" you smiled at him, making the class rep blush slightly, you got up and took the boxes on the ground, you started walking towards the exit, thinking that iida was following you. "i think we did a great job with the decorations, don’t you think iida?" when he didn’t answer, you frowned and turned around to look at him, you almost dropped the boxes on the ground when you saw bakugo, instead of iida, holding the boxes and walking behind you. "bakugo?" you asked, slowing down your pace. the blond swallowed before looking away, a slight pink colour colouring his cheekbones. "four eyes had other things to do." he mumbled and you nodded, you didn’t want to ask more questions and make him angry, he seemed pissed off enough to be around you and having to carry those boxes. "are those heavy?" you were surprised that he spoke up again, you turned to look at him, a questioning look on your face. "i’ll carry them for you." he simply said, carrying his boxes on his right hand to scoop yours with his left. "i-it’s too heavy! let me help!" you tried to snatch back your boxes but he dodged you with ease.

"hey y/n!" a new voice stopped you from voicing your concern again, you turned to face the person calling you and it happened to be awase. you couldn’t see it but bakugo’s grip on the boxes had tightened as he glared at the boy who ran to you, he was blushing and seemed extremely uncomfortable. he tried his best to avoid bakugo’s gaze but it was hard and the blond’s aura was suffocating. "u-um, are you b-busy? i wanted to ask you something." he was fidgeting with his hands while looking away. "for now i’m helping my class decorate the ballroom for prom, and i’m going to the storage room with bakugo, is it important?" bakugo knew where this was going, he wasn’t dense and could read the room. if it was anyone else, he’d have left the scene immediately, but it was you. and ain’t no way is he letting you go to prom with this idiot. "kinda, i was wondering if you had someone to go to prom with?" he rubbing the back of his head and finally made eye contact with you.

you smiled at the boy, your heart tugging a little when you thought about the fact that the boy you wanted to go to prom with was standing behind you, probably cursing you out because you were wasting his time. you signed softly before smiling at awase, about to accept his offer, even though you really didn’t want to. when all of a sudden, you felt a strong arm wrapping around your shoulders. you looked up, and blushed furiously when you saw bakugo, looking straight at awase with that hard expression on his face. "she’s going with me, now scram before i make you fucking explode." he spat, not once looking at you. awase left in a hurry, blurting out apologies. "thanks, but you didn’t have to do that." you said, a sad smile on your lips, now you had to go to prom alone while all your friends would go with their crushes. bakugo looked at you, lifting up one of his brow. "you didn’t have to pretend you were going with me, you know." you looked down and the blond lifted up your face with two of his fingers, making you blush again. his face was now inches from yours and you didn’t know where to look, his lips looked soft but his red irises were so beautiful from up close. "you’re going with me to that stupid prom, pretty girl." he whispered, your eyes widened while he grinned at you, taking a step back and walking towards the storage room.

of course, bakugo made sure to walk in front of you so you wouldn’t be able to see his red cheeks and how he was trying to catch his breath.

[kxsagi]

Hii!! (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

I was wondering if you could do any bllk guy (preferably rin or Isagi) x Reader with inattentive ADHD?

Like for example: they looses focus in a matter of seconds, is super forgetful (important days, doctor’s appointments etc.), misplaces things very often, really likes to babble about their interests whenever they get the chance

Feel free to ignore if writing about disorders is something that makes you uncomfortable 💗

“𝐨𝐡, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞”

a/n: love me not by ravyn lenae is stuck in my head

ft. itoshi rin, isagi yoichi

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧 – “𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞?”

the first time you forget your anniversary, rin says nothing. 

he just blinks at you from across the table, dressed in the navy button-up you once called your “fave boyfriend shirt,” watching you tilt your head and squint at the menu like you haven’t ordered the same pasta here for the past five times. 

“hey,” you say, chewing your lip, “do you think pigeons feel guilt? like… if one cheated on their bird partner, would they feel bad?” 

rin leans forward a little, slow. “you forgot again.” 

you blink. “what?” 

“our anniversary.” 

you drop your menu like it bit you. “no i didn’t! today is… thursday.” 

“it’s tuesday.” 

“okay, but like… calendar-wise, i’ve had a lot on my mind!” 

“you forgot your mind at home, didn’t you?” 

you gape at him. “i did not– wait, did i lock the front door? oh my gosh. oh my gosh. rin. what if there’s a raccoon in the apartment right now–”  

he sighs and grabs your wrist, pulling your hand into his lap, his thumb gently rubbing across your knuckles to stop the spiral. you bite your tongue and glance up at him sheepishly. “sorry.” 

“it’s fine,” he mutters, still holding your hand. “you remembered my birthday. that’s more important.” 

“because you reminded me,” you murmur. 

he shrugs. “and?” 

you blink again. “so you’re not mad?” 

he rolls his eyes. “you’re annoying. and forgetful. and loud. and you leave your toothbrush in the fridge.” 

“okay that was once–” 

“twice.” 

you whine. he deadpans. but then, his fingers squeeze yours and his voice softens. “you’re also really kind. you remember everyone’s favorite color. you hum when you’re happy. and when you talk about something you love, you light up like an idiot.” 

your breath hitches. 

“… that’s cute,” he adds, avoiding your eyes. 

your heart flutters in your chest, full to the brim. 

“you should say stuff like that more often,” you grin. 

“you should remember our anniversary,” he counters flatly. 

you fake a gasp. “rin!” 

“what?” 

“i just remembered where i left your airpods.” 

“… where.” 

“in the freezer.” 

rin has never looked so tired. 

𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 – “𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧?”

you and time have never been on speaking terms. 

isagi knows this. he’s dated you for long enough to recognize the signs, like when you start humming a tune mid-task and suddenly it’s been 30 minutes and you’re halfway through reorganizing the spice rack alphabetically because you just felt like it. 

this morning is no different. 

“love, we have that doctor’s appointment in twenty–” 

“do you think bees get lonely?” 

he pauses mid-sock. “what.” 

you lean against the doorframe, toothbrush in hand, mouth full of foam. “like, what if one bee wants to be a lawyer. do you think his bee family would support that?” 

“are you trying to distract me because you forgot where your shoes are again?” 

“no,” you say, obviously lying. “also yes.” 

isagi gets up, walks past you, opens the fridge, and pulls out your left shoe. 

“why was it in there?” 

“to keep it fresh?” 

he gives you the most long-suffering boyfriend stare imaginable. “this is the fifth time this week.” 

“don’t exaggerate. it was three.” 

“you put your phone in the laundry basket yesterday.” 

“it was hiding from capitalism.” 

he can’t help it, he laughs. you flash a grin, victorious, and immediately forget what you were doing. 

“… wait. what were we doing again?” 

“doctor’s appointment.” he says it slowly, like you’re a sims character with no pathfinding. 

“oh my GOSH, right! okay okay give me two minutes!” 

it’s never two minutes. 

ten minutes later, you stumble out of the bedroom with two different shoes, no bag, and one earring. 

“ready!” you announce. 

isagi sighs, picks up your bag from under the couch (where you hid it for “safekeeping”), then gently turns your left shoe the right way around. you hadn’t even noticed it was backwards. 

you pause, lips twitching. “you still love me, right?” 

he kisses your forehead. “unfortunately.” 

you gasp. “rude!” 

“i meant: unfortunately for me, because now i’m in too deep.” 

you tackle him in a hug, nearly knocking over the umbrella stand. 

somehow, you still make it to the appointment on time. 

(… you do forget your ID, but he’s already got a photocopy in his wallet. just in case.) 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[aventurineswife]

can i request boothill, aventurine, and jing yuan with a jealous gender neutral reader? every time the jealousy tag is added to a fic, it’s always for the character and leaves me wondering what the opposite would be like. feel free to delete if you’ve written something like this before and thank you for your service to the hsr community 🫡

Jealousy, Jealousy

Tags: Boothill x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Jealousy, Emotional Conflict, Fluff with Minor Angst, Romantic Tension, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Protective Partner, Light Humor (?).

Warnings: Mild jealousy and insecurity themes, Brief mentions of violence or conflict(?), Emotional vulnerability, Slight suggestive undertones (Aventurine's part).

A/N: Totally get you because there's not many fics out there where Reader is the ONE who's jealous 🫣, I did the opposite one where the characters were jealous so this my first time writing where the Reader is jealous. Hope you love it!

The smoky haze of the cantina mingled with the scent of leather and gunpowder, a typical night for Boothill. The Galaxy Ranger leaned against the bar, his mechanical fingers tracing the rim of a half-full glass of whiskey. You stood nearby, trying to keep your composure as a stranger—a suave-looking gunslinger—sidled up to Boothill with a sly grin.

“You’ve got quite the reputation,” the stranger drawled, tipping their hat. “A sharpshooter like you must’ve broken a few hearts.”

Boothill chuckled, showing his shark-like teeth. “Nah, hearts ain’t my target. Bullets don’t play favorites.”

The stranger laughed and leaned closer, their words drowned out by the raucous music, but their intentions were crystal clear. Your chest tightened as you watched Boothill’s sharp eyes glint with amusement.

“Hey,” you interrupted, your voice steady but laced with irritation. “Boothill, aren’t you forgetting something?”

He turned to you, eyebrow raised. “What’s that, partner?”

“That I’m the only one who gets to sit that close to you.” you said firmly, crossing your arms.

Boothill’s grin widened as he pushed the stranger back with a mechanical hand. “Well, ain’t that somethin’? Looks like I’m already claimed.” He stood, draping his arm around your shoulders. “Guess you’ll have to find another cowboy to sweet-talk.”

The stranger huffed and walked off, leaving you and Boothill alone. He leaned closer, his voice soft and teasing. “Didn’t know you were the jealous type, sugar.”

You jabbed a finger at his chest. “Maybe if you weren’t so charming, I wouldn’t have to be.”

Boothill laughed, his voice rich and warm. “Don’t you worry. You’re the only one who’s got a claim on this gunslinger.”

The roulette wheel spun, its clinking sound echoing through the luxurious casino. Aventurine stood at the center of attention, effortlessly charming the crowd with his flamboyant gestures and glittering smile. His eyes glinted as he placed another bet, drawing cheers from his admirers.

You stood on the sidelines, your jaw clenched as a particularly bold admirer leaned over, whispering something in his ear. Aventurine’s laughter rang out, smooth and melodious, but it only fueled the fire simmering within you.

You strode forward, catching his wrist just as he reached for another stack of chips. “Having fun?” you asked, your tone sharp enough to slice through his entourage's chatter.

Aventurine blinked, then grinned, clearly amused by your sudden intrusion. “Ah, my lucky charm,” he said, pulling you closer. “Jealous, are we?”

“Maybe I wouldn’t be if you weren’t flirting with half the casino.” you shot back, narrowing your eyes.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression equal parts playful and sincere. “Now, now. You know there’s only one person I’m truly invested in.”

“Then maybe show it more often,” you muttered, glancing at the crowd still watching him with longing gazes.

Aventurine chuckled and leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “If it helps, I only play games I know I’ll win. And with you, darling, the jackpot’s already mine.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips. Aventurine’s charm was infuriatingly effective, and he knew it.

The sun filtered through the branches of the garden, casting dappled shadows on the stone pathway. Jing Yuan reclined on a bench, his eyes half-lidded as he enjoyed the rare moment of peace. You approached quietly, only to pause as you spotted a young soldier eagerly engaging him in conversation.

“You’re so wise, General,” the soldier gushed. “It’s no wonder everyone looks up to you.”

Jing Yuan chuckled, his deep voice smooth as silk. “Wisdom comes with age, and age comes with its own set of burdens.”

The soldier blushed, clearly enamored. Your hands curled into fists as jealousy bubbled up. Jing Yuan noticed your approach, his gaze softening. “Ah, there you are,” he said, waving you over. “Come, join us.”

The soldier glanced at you but didn’t move, still lingering too close for comfort. You stepped forward, meeting Jing Yuan’s gaze with a pointed look. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Not at all,” he replied, patting the bench beside him. “We were just discussing the importance of patience in leadership.”

“I see,” you said, your voice cool. “Well, I hope the lesson was enlightening.”

The soldier finally took the hint and excused themselves, leaving you and Jing Yuan alone. He tilted his head, studying you with a knowing smile. “You seemed… displeased.”

“Maybe I don’t like sharing.” you admitted, crossing your arms.

Jing Yuan reached out, taking your hand in his. “You have nothing to worry about. My heart belongs to you, and no amount of flattery will change that.”

You sighed, feeling the tension drain away as his thumb brushed against your knuckles. “You’re lucky you’re so convincing.”

He chuckled, pulling you closer. “And you’re lucky I find your jealousy endearing.”