#and then amused with his bf weird ideas

[jula483]

so silly 😅

(x)

[redocity]

Had a thought, where since buck is a God damn redwood, reader jokingly stands on a coffee table to look down at him and cup his face to kiss him and he absolutely adores whenever it happens

STEP-UP — E.BUCKLEY

you’re not exactly gifted in the height department, so you have to use a bit of extra help to reach your giant of a boyfriend.

evan buckley x short!reader | 1.5k | fluff | masterlist.

a/n — oh to stand on a coffee table so i can kiss my tall-ass bf 😔✊

It started really as a one-off.

Buck was all broad shoulders and strong arms, a hulking redwood of a man who seemed to tower over everyone and everything. And you? Well… not so much.

You’d grown used to tilting your head back to meet his eyes, to stretching onto your tiptoes just to kiss him. But that one night, when something in the air felt light, fun, you’d found yourself getting creative.

It had been after dinner, a quiet evening in the apartment, the smell of spices lingering in the kitchen as the two of you moved through your usual routines.

He’d been washing the dishes, his tall, muscular frame filling the small space as you leaned against the couch, watching him.

Buck always made everything look so effortless, even something as simple as cleaning up, defined arms reaching across the surface with ease.

You shook your head, amused at the sight, and thats when the idea hit you.

As he returned, you stepped up onto the low coffee table that sat between the couch and the TV, elevating yourself just enough that when he looked back at you, for once, you were looking down at him.

It was barely half an inch, but you were satisfied.

“Whatcha doing up there?” He asked, chuckling softly, his voice rumbling softly in his chest.

“Just wanted to see what it feels like to be you for once,” you teased, stepping closer to the edge of the table. You were now eye level with him, something that almost never happened unless he was sat down.

He was so tall, so big, that it felt like half the time you were craning your neck just to meet his gaze.

Buck’s grin grew, his blue eyes twinkling as he stepped forward, standing just inches away from you. He wasn’t stupid—he knew what was coming, but he liked to play along. That was the thing about Buck; he had a sense humour to match his size.

You loved that about him, loved that despite his intimidating appearance, he was so easygoing, so ready to engage in your playful moments.

“Well,” you said, cupping his face with both hands, your palms warm against his stubbled cheeks. “This is how it feels to be tall,”

And before he could respond, you leaned in and kissed him. It was soft, tender, and for once, you didn’t have to strain or stretch or find some weird angle to reach him. For the first time in what felt like forever, you were the one with the advantage. When you pulled back, he was still smiling, eyes closed, clearly savoring the moment.

“How’s the weather up there?” he teased, voice low and affectionate.

You laughed, patting his chest. “Nothing but sunny skies,”

Buck hummed out a laugh as his palms splayed over your hips, although he didn’t get to bask in the moment for too long.

“Is that shelf always that dusty?”

—

That had been the beginning of it.

From then on, whenever you were in the mood to mess with him or just wanted to kiss him without feeling like you needed a step stool, you’d find something to stand on.

The stairs, a chair, even a curb if you were out walking. Each time, you’d make some cheeky comment about your newfound height, and each time, Buck would play along, leaning into your touch with a fond smile, like he couldn’t get enough.

It was as if, in those moments, the world shrank a little.

Buck’s usual stature seemed to fade, and the dynamic between the two of you shifted, becoming something even more intimate.

You could see it in his eyes, how much he adored it when you cupped his face and brought him down to your level. He never seemed to mind that you were taking a playful jab at his height. In fact, if anything, he seemed to love you more for it.

One evening, after a particularly grueling shift at the firehouse, Buck came home looking more worn than usual. His broad shoulders were slumped, and there were dark circles under his eyes, the weight of the day’s work evident in every step he took.

You had been waiting for him, curled up on the couch, but the moment you saw him, you knew he needed something to lift his spirits.

Without saying a word, you hopped off the couch and walked over to the stairs, climbing two steps before turning to face him. He looked up at you, tired but curious, his lips quirking into a small smile despite himself.

“Again?” he asked, his voice rough from the long day.

“Come here,” You beckoned softly, your hands already reaching out for him.

He moved toward you, and when he was standing in front of the stairs, you reached up, cupping his face just like you had so many times before.

This time, though, you were gentle, your thumbs brushing over the scruff on his cheeks as you tilted his head up to meet yours.

“I missed you today,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his in a slow, lingering kiss.

When you pulled back, you kept your hands on his face, looking down at him with all the love and affection you could muster. “Rough shift?”

He closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling deeply, and when he opened them again, that familiar softness had returned. The exhaustion was still there, but it wasn’t weighing him down quite as much anymore.

His hands came to rest on your waist, holding you close, and for a moment, you just stood there, savouring the quiet between you.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s much better now,”

—

Over time, your little ritual became a balm for the both of you. Whenever things felt heavy, or when the world outside was too much, you’d find a way to shrink the distance between you.

It was a small, silly thing, but it meant something. It was a reminder that despite the difference in your heights, in your physicalities, you were equals in every other way.

You grounded him, gave him something to hold onto when the days got long and the nights got lonely.

One weekend, you found yourselves at a park near your apartment, enjoying a rare day off together.

Buck had insisted on taking you to this spot, one that overlooked the city and had the perfect view of the sunset. As the two of you walked along the path, hand in hand, you came across a low stone wall that lined the edge of the trail.

Without thinking, you hopped up onto it, grinning as Buck looked up at you, amused as ever. You walked along the wall, balancing carefully as he followed alongside you, his hand resting on your hip to steady you.

“Are you ever going to stop doing this?” he asked, though his smile told you he didn’t really want you to.

“Nope,” you replied, hopping off the wall and landing right in front of him. “Never,”

Buck chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled you into his arms, lifting you slightly off the ground as he kissed you.

You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands held you securely. Even though you were back to being shorter than him, it didn’t matter. In moments like these, there was no difference. It was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, everything else fading away.

After he set you back down, you rested your forehead against his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

His arms tightened around you, and you knew, without a doubt, that this was where you belonged. Whether you were standing on a table or two steps up, or just in his arms, the height didn’t matter.

What mattered was the way he looked at you, the way he held you, like you were the only thing in the world that could make him feel whole.

“Love you,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his shirt.

“Love you too,” he whispered back, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

From that moment on, every time you stood on something to kiss him, it wasn’t just a joke anymore. It was a promise.

A promise that no matter how tall the trees grew or how high the flames rose, you’d always find a way to reach him.

And Buck? He’d always be there, looking up at you with that same adoration in his eyes, grateful for every kiss you gave him, no matter how high up you had to go to deliver it.

[orikiys]

✿ ✿ 〞 skz as boyfriends

✰ pairings: bf!skz x gn!reader

✰ genre: tooth rotting fluff, romance

✰ warnings: none

✰ word count: 1.6k + words

౨₊ৎ chan

chan feels like the type of boyfriend to buy you coffee whenever you need, and he’s the type of guy to always remind you to have your vitamins. it’s weird really, how a person knows you so inside out. chan knows very well that you have the habit of forgetting things, so he makes you to-do lists with cute stickers and emojis and sticks it on the refrigerator so that it’s easily visible. he always has an arm around your waist, or holding your wrist gently in crowded places so that the two of you don’t get separated. chan didn’t know when this started, but you noticed it. he now has a habit of patting the side of your bed to check if you’re asleep or not. he takes you out to library dates since he knows your unhealthy obsession with books. man is so whipped for you! if he sees something resembling even 1% he’s gonna stare at it for hours and shyly giggle. the members found his lovesick behaviour amusing. they’d often tease him for hours and all chan could do was scratch his neck and look away with a deeply flushed face. he’s also the type of boyfriend to tie your shoe lace, and smile lovingly at you after he’s done. he’d probably adjust your hair when your hands are too busy and even offers to help you in your skincare! he is THE boyfriend.

౨₊ৎ minho

minho has a habit of communicating through blinks. the two of you are often surrounded with silence but your eyes– they say more than enough. minho doesn’t know why but he loves squishing your cheeks. he giggles after squishing your cheeks and would peck your lips before pulling away with a smug smile. when he comes home tired he just lays his head on your lap and then hugs your waist tightly. to him, skinship means a lot. wherever he is, he doesn’t forget to cup your cheeks and stare at you lovingly. after a long day, he’d let you keep your head on his shoulder in the bus and would even wrap an arm around you protectively. even when he’s with his cats he tells them about you. about how he loves you so much or where he sees the two of you in the near future. and honestly it’s so cute. the way his eyes practically shine along with that fond smile makes you realise how whipped this man is. another thing minho loves doing is watch you react to his performances. he finds your reactions amusing and loves when you pay more attention to his fancams. he’s had those dances memorised so he’d rather pay attention to you. would hide his face in your neck when you compliment him too much. and this would later turn into a pillow fight. it’s moments with minho that you can’t help but replay. each second with him is special.

౨₊ৎ changbin

the type of boyfriend to randomly start rapping about you in the middle of the kitchen. it’s amazing how he comes up with ideas so quick. you and changbin have this thing of getting ready together in the morning. the two of you brush your teeth at the same and would do each other’s skin care through soft giggles and kisses. another thing is that the two of you are gym rats. would help each other in completing bench presses and motivate while doing reps. even though the two of you would be sweaty, he’ll kiss your cheek for a long minute and would pull away with the brightest grin. days with changbin would never be boring. he’d make you laugh your ass off till you have tears in your eyes. the two of you cook dinner together and it’s something you both enjoy. feeding each other slices of vegetables, grabbing things from the upper shelf since you can’t reach it or simply the eye contacts you make frequently. changbin loves your hugs. he’d throw the two of you on the couch and would lay on top of you with his hands wrapped around your body as the two of you binge watch kdramas. it’s cute. so damn cute.

౨₊ৎ hyunjin

he is literally the most romantic person i’ve ever seen. wherever the two of you go, he always has either his phone out or the camera. he’d click thousands of pictures of you doing literally nothing, from the goofy ones to the aesthetic ones he has it all. he literally has more pictures of you than you do. he’d save the last slice of you and you would do the same. the two of you would laugh it off and split that slice in half, and he’d still give the larger piece to you. hyunjin and you just cuddle when you meet. no matter what the time is, cuddling is important!! he’d tuck your hair behind you ear and would stare at you for long periods of time doing nothing just studying your features. the next thing you know is that he drew a portrait of you. one so beautiful that had you in literal tears. before sleeping, the two of you would be entangled in each other’s arms and would read books to each taking turns on alternate days. hyunjin has a habit of purposely leaving his clothes in your wardrobe. he just loves it when you wear his clothes or smell like him, it makes him wonder how he got so lucky. he is literally a man written by a woman. would hold the door for you, draw chair for you, never raise his voice at you, kiss you giving silly excuses and flirt with you 24/7. this is what dating hyunjin feels like, and you couldn’t have gotten any happier.

౨₊ৎ han

the goofball duo. constant teasing, playing around and being chaotic announces the start of your days. he loves being attentive and would observe every little thing of you, would match steps with you when you walk, would hug you from the back and sway the two of you gently on random mornings when he wakes up, would pepper your face with kisses and compliment you aggressively telling you how much he loves you. when the two of you go outside, he’s like a whole new person. he would constantly check on you to see if you’re comfortable or not. he would insist on eating where you wanted and would oblige by carrying your shopping bags. would randomly make faces during serious making it hard to not crack up. during cold days, his bag would be filled with scarfs, water bottles, snacks, moisturisers, lip balms and what not? but they’re all for you. he thinks about you more than he thinks of himself, and maybe it’s just his habit but it always makes your heart flutter.

౨₊ৎ felix

the literal tiktok boyfriend. would 100% post you on his stories, just hiding your face since he knows the there are many weird people online. would drag you outside and twirl you as it rains. eventually, he would kiss you lovingly and passionately. loves matching clothes with you and would purposely pick out the clothes when the two of you go out on dates. maybe it’s just a felix thing, but he grew so accustomed to certain people that he started copying the little actions they do. like tapping his fingers against your thigh, laughing way too hard at your jokes since he now finds your lame humour funny and giving you an extra piece of his brownie saying it’s because he loves you a little extra. hugs and kisses are meant for him. he detects your mood in a minute and acts accordingly. letting you rest on his lap when you’re tired, tickling you hard when you feel low or just simply taking you in his arms and staying like that. he loves you so much. and he isn’t afraid to show it.

౨₊ৎ seungmin

the type of boyfriend to start dissing anything you like. if you’re playing a game he’ll make you lose focus by speaking too much. if you’re eating something he’ll side eye you but then proceeds to grab a bite and tell you that it’s good. would purposely match shoes together. he thinks it’s cute as the two of you match when you walk together. he has a stash of chocolates for you every other week, and keeps refilling it saying chocolates improve your mood. would brag you to the members saying you made his favourite today or you gave him a gift or just randomly when he thinks of you too much. when he sees you teasing one of his members, he has a proud smile on his face as if he taught you well. when you hurt your knee, he’d give you disney band aids saying they’re magical and it heals faster. yeah, he does believe that stuff and then he would kiss it better.

౨₊ৎ jeongin

best boi. he loves you so much that he has playlists dedicated to you. he even made you a 365 day note jar with small words of affirmations, pickup lines, jokes and what not! suppose you cooked something for him and it turns out to be a bit too salty he’ll lie with a wide smile because he doesn’t want to hurt you ): would take you out on arcade dates pretty often since the two of you loved games! but. . . the two of you are so competitive that it turns into a sulky day but he makes it up by giving you three sips of his milkshake. happy you, happy jeongin!

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[ronearoundblindly]

:peers out the window:

hey is that your bf sitting on the stoop?

(ok ignore that there are people in the background)

Ransom Drysdale x rich!reader from The Root of All Ransom

Warnings for--act shocked 😮--cursing and an argument (fluffy). WC short, maybe ~500

You've left dinner simmering on the stove to check for where your fiancé's gone off to.

He's outside, hunched over in the cold on the brick stairs leading to his wooded backyard.

Ransom rarely looks contemplative, but there he is, spinning his pinky ring and staring like he could melt it down by thought alone.

"Hugh," you call as you slink through the sliding door, "everything okay?"

Ran pulls a sharp breath through his nose and sits up.

"Fine."

That's a bit too dismissive for you.

"What's wrong with your hand? Does it hurt?"

With a shake of his head, he scrunches his nose and lift his palm higher.

"I think it's gonna feel weird." He spreads his fingers and pinches them back together. "Not gonna work side-by-side."

"What isn't?" you ask, sitting down beside him.

Ran just sighs and looks off into the trees. "A wedding band."

The man perpetually loathes change, and it's become your default to assure him very little ever will. Doing the average thing is boring. Ransom hates to be bored or boring. He always needs control over his appearance, too.

"If it bothers you that much then don't get one."

His head snaps up as you continue.

"It's just a ring, Hugh, and you know that if you ever cheat on me, I'll just have Dubois kill you," you shrug, a playful glint in your eye, hoping to make Ran laugh. "I'm sure he'd even do it for free."

Eyes angry and frowning, Ran scoffs. "He and I reached an agreement of mutual indifference...and I'm getting a fucking wedding ring."

Ok, so it's your turn to laugh instead.

"It's not funny. We're getting married, and I'm gonna have a fucking ring!" The bite in his tone is dead serious and utterly hilarious.

"Yeah, makes sense."

"Why would I not wear the goddamn ring?" he snaps. "You fucking better."

You have to tuck your lip into your teeth to stop smiling. "It sounded like you didn't want to."

His arms shoot out, chest broad and wide open, aghast. "You asked what I was thinking about, so I fucking told you."

"It's okay to be nervous, honey--"

"I'm not nervous," he barks.

"--because there's a lot going on right now. I get it--"

"I was just thinking--" he rips the pinky ring off his hand and shows you the chunky gold emblem "--I'd have to get this little piece of shit resized, for fuck's sake, not that I wouldn't want to wear a goddamn wedding ring! What the fuck, woman?"

You have to cover your mouth and snort, tearing up in amusement at his ire.

"Sorry," you wheeze, "you looked so serious. I thought--oh wow--I thought you--you're so dramatic." It ends on a cackle you can't hold back.

Ran's brow furrows.

"It's a practical concern."

You fail to compose yourself.

"I'm serious," he repeats. "It's a perfectly legitimate train of thou--why are you still laughing? Stop!"

You wipe your face to help relax your muscles and do as he asks.

"I know," you whisper. "I get it, Hugh. I do."

Of course, his eyes remain fixed on you suspiciously, especially when your hands cup his rosy cheeks.

"So sentimental," you coo.

"It was a normal idea I was thinking through, goddamn it."

You hiss and cluck your tongue. "Ouch, that must have hurt."

"Hardy fuckin' har," Ran gripes, swatting away your hands and shuffling to bully you into his lap, one of your feet landing on each of the steps, his arms wrapping your waist in a bruising hug.

You keep smiling at him while carding through his hair.

"Sentimental," you observe softly.

Ransom presses himself into your unscarved and bare throat, muttering "bitch" with the utmost appreciation.

You kiss the top of his head before burying your chilly fingers beneath the neck of his thick sweater.

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. I promise."

He grips you even tighter.

You two stay like that for a long time, which is fine, because dinner needs to simmer.

::very, very, very long evil laugh::

((I always feel like I should skip tags for really short stuff, ugh. IDK yet.))

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[leakybabysworld]

fantasy idea:

my owner bfs sports team loses and i’m brought into the oppositions change room as a …reward

they start off my making me strip. i’m in the middle of a circle of them, all fully dressed with their beer bottle in their hands - eyes on me.

the captain gets to decide what to do with me first and he decides that for a bit i should just be a table for them. now most of them have placed their feet on their kit bags or stools… two of them have got their feet on me, a couple of beer bottles on my back aswell

after that the vc decides it’s time for me to amuse them, so he asks tells me to to fuck myself on the mouth of his beer bottle… his half full beer bottle.

i sink down and the stretch isn’t too bad… i’ve had bigger. but he then tells me to to start riding it properly… and it’s the humiliation that gets me wet.

he then gets me too lie down and tilt me hips up (bottle still in) and then tilts the bottle downwards, pouring the beer into my pussy. it’s feel so weird, an odd sort of painful. i can barely notice the laughs of team over my pleas for him to stop - he doesn’t.

they then decide that it’s their turn to get a little pleasure, captain goes first thrusting into my pussy, i can then feel his hot cum dripping out of my hole when he pulls out. then the vc takes his turn… then motm… and then i lose track.

some time along the way they held one of the massage guns against my clit pulling me to orgasm again and again and again.

[kumezyzo]

hear me out, now we’ve seen jealpus sapnap i would love to read about reader being jealous ( maybe just someone flirted with him at a party or an event and keeps looking over at him)😭

this is such a funny idea to me idk why 😭😭 also happening to be a really old ask.... suggestive content and drinking mentioned

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

bf!sapnap who invited you to a frat party his old friends from college were hosting. they were very surprised to see how much he had changed and that he had gotten into a relationship.

bf!sapnap who will stand with you in front of him. he would have his arms wrapped around your midsection and rest his chin on your shoulder, all while catching up with his friends.

bf!sapnap who would have you leaning against a counter in the kitchen, his hands on the counter either side of you. he has you trapped against the counter, his legs separated just enough to have you stand between them. hes right at your eye level, whispering to you about how he just wants to leave.

"i thought you wanted to talk to your friends?" you whisper back as you feel his breath hit your lips. "we're here cause you wanted to be here."

he sighs, and his green eyes over your face, taking in the sight. "yeah, but im kinda over it now." his voice dropping from a whisper to breathy

you scoff playfully as you roll your eyes. you smile, amused by his very expected switch-up. his own expression matches yours subconsciously.

"why am i not surprised?" you ask him, causing him to shrug. "how about we wait just a little bit longer. maybe another... thirty minutes?" you ask, checking the time on your phone before shoving it back in your pocket.

"twenty-five?" he suggests, slightly tilting his head like a puppy.

"thirty," you say with finality. you push him away softly and shake your empty red solo cup. "im gonna get a refill. you want anything?"

"white claw," he says simply as you nod and walk outside to where all the drinks were set up on a white foldable table.

bf!sapnap who, instead of talking to his old buddies like you told him to, scrolled on his phone right where you left him. he tried to make it clear to everyone that he was not open to having a conversation.

bf!sapnap who was very happy to see you coming back inside after a random girl came up to talk to him.

bf!sapnap who kinda wished you were more hostile when you saw the girl.

you walked up to your boyfriend with a weird look on your face. he had looked at you pleadingly as soon as he saw you. infront of him was a shorter girl in a pretty black sequin dress with platinum blonde hair.

"hey, yn," he said in complete reflief. the girl turned to look at you and you smiled kindly at her, handing your boyfriend his alcoholic seltzer.

"hey, whats up?" you ask to no one in particular.

"hi! I'm amelia!" the blonde introduced herself enthusiastically.

"hi..." you said, your confusion growing when she didn't introduce herself further. "uh, how do you know nick?"

"oh, no, i dont," she said her smile also growing confused. "uh... im sorry im really confused right now." she laughed nervously.

"i am too," you laughed the same way, looking at your boyfriend and shaking your head for him to explain.

"im sorry, are you two dating?" amelia asked. her eyes widened in horror and embarrassment when you nodded. "shit im so sorry! i just thought he was really hot, and my friends said i should try to shoot my shot. im so, so sorry!"

"oh my god, no, dont worry about it," you say in understanding. you watched as her face starts to burn bright red.

"okay, im gonna leave... im so sorry, again!" she said, turning around, presumably heading back to her friends.

you turn to your boyfriend slowly, looking at him with wide questioning eyes. "you didnt tell her you were in a relationship?"

bf!sapnap who just kisses you because he's too overwhelmed and embarrassed to answer your question.

when you pull away, he looks at you sheepishly. "she caught me off guard,"

"uhuh," you say, leaning in to kiss him again. you set your cup on the counter to free up your hands so you can then hold his face gently. he sets down his white claw as well, not breaking the kiss to place his hands on your waist.

bf!sapnap who decides that you starting a makeout session in the middle of a party would scare off anyone else who wanted to talk to either of you.

but the more bf!sapnap thinks about it, the more it seems a little out of character. and right before the kiss breaks naturally, he realizes why.

"you're jealous," he says dreamily with hooded eyes when you two pull away.

you roll your eyes and shake your head, "i dont know what you're talking about."

"oh, yeah, you do," he says smugly, following your eye line when you try to avoid his eye contact. "youre jealous."

"and you probably have a boner right now," you shoot back, reaching behind him to grab your drink.

"yea, i do," you look at him with wide eyes as he continues. "but i will at least admit it. cause you're hot... especially when you're jealous."

bf!sapnap who drags you out of the party very soon after that but not without his friends noticing.

"nick! leaving so soon?" one of his friends yells when they notice you two heading for the front door.

"yeah, man, im kinda tryna get laid," he says, earning a slap to the arm from you. his friends all collectively laugh and whoop.

"alright, man, do what you gotta do," he says, shooting you a wink but not without saying, "dont go too hard on him."

"yea, go easy on 'em," another one chimes in, to your amusement. "he was a virgin for like-"

"okay we're leaving!"

i guess reader wasnt too jealous here. but this was lowkey so fun to write 😭😭 -nony

[yuujisonlylove]

Emergency call

Sypnosis: You recently graduated as a nurse, oficially working like one already. You had to attend some people that were injured on an accident, is there when you find your ex bf from like 2 years ago is there too!

Words count: 1.6k

TW: No one? Slightly mentions of physical damage, nothing serious.

Btw, my first time writing! I've never written before and english isn't even my first language. Sooo; anyways, I had this idea hearing "Llamado de emergencia" - Daddy Yankee.

Well, it's been like 2 years already?

The last time he saw you, you were almost in the middle of your nursing career or something. He assumes you are already working or something, he doesn’t really understand how medicine careers work or something, it's kinda complicated. 

The only reason he cares it’s because it was the reason he broke up with you, some shit like “I want more time to study, but don’t worry, I will come back after some years”.

Surprise, it's already been two years and no notice of you after you left the town.

Anyways, he was cooking some shitty recipe he saw on instagram, he didn't even know why he even tried. The only times he eats decent cooked food is when he goes to dinners or when you used to cook for the both of you. He thinks he is almost over your awesome self; he doesn’t cry hearing cigarettes after sex songs while he sees your polaroids together. Plus, he remembered you because he can’t believe how someone can be that bad at cooking, i mean, himself.

He smelled something weird, gas? Nah, it can’t be, he is very careful with that and plus he trust the safety of the complex of his apartment enough to assume it can’t be a gas leak. So, he saw the third step of the recipe and went to the oven to see how it was all going until… Bum!

Yeah, to the surprise of no one, it suddenly all burns in fire. It was a gas leak, of course it was, the smell warned him like ten minutes ago but he is just too fucking stubborn.

-

You were resting calmy, eating a piece of bread and a coca cola with your work buddies. Until you get a call. Some people were hurted by some kind of explosion and they needed immediate help; it was your work anyways, now that you are officially a nurse.

You fastly fix your uniform and get onto the ambulance with the rest of your coworkers. Well, it’s not the kind of thing you would like to do on your first day in this hospital after they transferred you back to your hometown. But, work is work and you get paid for this.

You are on the back with Shoko, your friend. A guy it's driving to the building and the other passenger puts on some music. It's not the best to put Ariana Grande on the way to attend people probably dying, but it calms you all in the meantime.

When you arrive, you already see the firemen attending to some people and turning off the fire of the building. You fastly got out of the ambulance and went to the first person you saw, fastly making him (apparently, you haven’t paid attention yet) lay down on a stretcher while you took out your first aid box and finally saw him.

For your surprise, and his surprise too. It's him, your ex, great. Congratulations I guess, you kinda missed him when you were gone, welcome back Satoru Gojo!

“What a surprise, mhm?” You said with a subtle smile, checking his vital signs while he looked at you in amusement.

“You- Uh…” He tries to say, you just made a “shhh” sound, putting your index fingers softly over his lips to shut him up, you knew him. You ignored his attempts to talk and leaned over to hear his heartbeat with your stethoscope.

“How bad, it seems we have to get you to emergencies” You say, fastly keeping all your supplements in their box again, calling two of your coworkers to put his stretcher on the ambulance. In less than a wink, he is already being attended by other people and you were looking out for other hurted people.

-

For his sweet delight, he saw you. How lucky he felt, he was just thinking of you some minutes ago, what a coincidence.

It was sweet seeing you, at least he knows now you are officially graduated and working already, and in this town. Fuck, you would miss him? He wouldn't mind coming back to your arms again and eating your delicious food every day.

He can’t think that much with those annoying murmurs of the doctors attending him and the insufferable screech on his ears. He just gets to distinguish something about some high pressure? I guess.

Anyways, going back to the initial and important theme. Damn, you looked good on your uniform, too good. How lucky he is to be saved by you. Maybe not saved because he will probably survive this but, anyways, you get the point.

After like an hour, you come back to the ambulance. You sigh and make a messy ponytail on your hair, sweating a bit. “God, luckily just him is gravely hurted” You said, sitting beside his stretcher and you chuckle quietly looking at him.

He slowly started to feel dazed, looking badly and even imagining hearts in his view as he saw you. What was that? Effects of the anesthesia, better late than ever, right?

He felt kinda drugged, ngl, but in a good way. If you already looked good, now having you in front of him seeing you prepare a needle with hearts (that he was imagining) around you and like a pink kdrama type filter it just makes everything better.

“Satoru, I'm going to put this in your arm, okay? Stay still” You saw, one hand softly resting on his stomach as you stood up next to him, looking down at him with a calm expression.

*”Satoruu” He repeats giggling, it seems he just heard that; looking at you even with more hearts and everything, hell, he even thinks it's in the background reproducing some romantic music.* Well, news, it was like some the weeknd song btw, nothing romantic.

“Yeah, ‘Satoruu’. You knew it was your name?! Wao!” You giggled, seeing the man smiling lazily at you and giggling. You take advantage of his calm state to introduce the straddle.

“Mhm. But it sounds better when you say it.” He hummed, replying as you put a band-aid on his arm.

“Oh, don’t tell me” You laugh again, checking his vital signs again and letting out a sigh of stress. For then, start to drink from a bottle of water you had around.

“You.. You and I should be sleeping happily, maybe even in this shit. It can stand the two of us, you aren’t that heavy” He says suddenly, looking at you. You, in disbelief spill out a bit of your water out of your mouth in a laugh. Even the other people laugh, hell, even Shoko who was driving.

“Fuck… Sorry?” You try to calm your laugh at him, both of your arms softly resting on the side of where he is laying.

“I told you, like, you look good enough right now. You take off my pants and th-” He tries to say, only to be interrupted by you softly slapping his chest and laughing loudly again with the rest of the people.

“Control your mouth” You said laughing again, you can’t believe this man. It has been two years and he hasn't changed a little, he always used to expose you and himself like this.

-

When everything has calmed down, you led his stretcher to the emergency room fastly and prepared himself to rest. He wasn’t that badly injured really, he can leave in like an hour.

“Well, Satoru, you seem well. If you’re lucky, you can leave in like 30 minutes” You said, checking his papers and writing something on the other. Standing next to him.

“Im not well” He says with a pout, it seems the anesthesia still have effects.

“Oh, and that's why?” You sit next to him with a smile, looking at him with your eyes, battling your eyelashes at him unconsciously.

“You left me, a long time ago” He said sadly, yep, it seems he still has the anesthesia effects. You just chuckled and rolled your eyes, seeing him slowly fall asleep.

-

Some hours after, he woke up feeling a bit bad, a bit better, a bit of everything. He had a headache, kinda hard.

He groaned and looked up, not remembering well the events of yesterday more than your beautiful self. He fastly rubbed his eyes and tried to look up for you, abruptly trying to stand up.

“Calm your ass, she isn't around right now.” A female voice says, the woman placed a hand on his chest to stop him. He looked at her and well, it was Shoko, unfortunately.

“Shoko, the fuck? I haven't saw her in like two years and then she came but then she is g-” He tries to say, his pressure abruptly growing. Shoko makes an “ooo” sound, checking some appliances around him.

“Calm down Satoru, look at your pressure. I think you should check yourself out sometimes, something is wrong with your pressure” She says, looking at him.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” She humm, taking all the appliances and things on him out, letting him free to go.

“Good luck, she gave me this.” Shoko said, her hand looking for something in her pockets. She take out a pack of cigarettes, her keys and then… Finally!

She gave him a paper, she didn’t read it so she can’t explain to him what it is. Anyways, she has more work and she can text him later, she walks out the place while she waves her hand at him.

Satoru walks out the place with a sigh and look out at the paper.

-

“Heyy, so here’s my number ****-**** !!

missed u, ig :p

w love, Y/n”

[jun-ipher]

Omg thanks hahah. No worries it’s not a request or anything. Just ranting and asking your opinion because you write chishiya so beautifully 😩 and it’s no fun to share random blurts that I had about this man with my rlfriends who couldn’t appreciate his existence.

I have been thinking about Chishiya with a popular s/o. Do you think Chishiya will mind? I think he would be annoyed because he prefer to be in the shadow and doesn’t like people to know about his business. But I can also see him as perfect candidate as a famous person’s boyfriend ya know? Like that man will not be bothered at all if you got scandalous dating rumours or working with attractive costar. He is pretty secure with himself.

So yeah I’m stuck here with my plot. Which do you think Chishiya would value more. Will having no privacy be his deal breaker?

Im looking forward to hear your thoughts! 🫶 you are one of my favourite Chishiya’s writer and I trust your opinion

OMG THANK YOU! not you saying you trust my opinion🥺

rant under the cut!

i think chishiya as a famous person's bf has its pros and cons? he is definitely a very private person, so he wouldn't mind signing an NDA and keeping everything a secret/private

at the same time, i wonder if he would think it's too problematic/too much of a headache? i can definitely see him being put off by the paparazzi 🤔

i think he might need some convincing, but he could consider dating a famous person, especially if it means he can have benefits, such as private and avant-première viewings. i headcanon manga chishiya as secretly enjoying art galleries bcs art is subjective and he won't feel weird for not understanding a painting exactly as the next person does

netflix chishiya is portrayed as having more empathy, so depending on which version of canon you prefer, he will be more or less a good boyfriend for a celebrity. ofc, i don't really see manga chishiya as trying to date anyway. at least not before the borderlands🤷‍♀️

if his s/o is a normal person, but just popular in general, he would definitely be smug about it still. he would also find it interesting how so many people crowd around a person who isn't even famous, just because they are nice or funny. he would definitely choose to hang out with s/o's friends just to observe the interactions (i think this gave me some ideas for trtc omg)

also, if the celebrity!s/o has dating rumours or good-looking co-stars, i agree that he wouldn't be bothered by it. he is too rational to let jealousy get the best of him fr.

i imagine it more like, he is on the sofa, scrolling on his phone. celebrity!s/o is sitting next to him. an article pops up on his phone.

y/n l/n rumoured to be dating co-star. then some pictures of them together laughing in close distance.

chishiya looks over to you, an eyebrow raised, and reads the title out loud. "there are some interesting pictures too," he muses.

when you turn to look at him, you see his lips quirked up in amusement and his shoulders relaxed.

"it's just a rumour," you say the obvious. "we started doing the promo for the newest season and have to act close. he asked to meet you, by the way. if you want to come on set one day, you could. or we can go out for drinks."

chishiya turns back to his phone, wondering if coming on set and dealing with the paparazzi is really worth it.

"we'll see," is all he says, then he scrolls down. he's never cared about the rumours anyway. he knows that at the end of the day, he is the only one in your mind.

he is so secure, i don't see him getting jealous too often. maybe if there is something else going on with the rumours, like s/o not having time for him anymore, or them not answering his texts? then, i see him acting petty for a short while before telling s/o about it. i don't think he would sit them down, he would just be asshole-y and cold about it

anywayyy this is only what i headcanon

this was so fun!!

[gaybd1]

Chris watches the muppet Christmas carol for the first time

full disclosure I have been imbibing alcohol as I tend to do for these things lol

I know this thing slaps and I actually have no idea how I’ve never seen this, I didn’t grow up in a particularly muppets-appreciating household I guess??

I don’t have the clearest memory of how the story goes aside from major plot points either so this should be fun

oh no someone’s being stolen

god my immediate reaction is we need more of these and we should just make a muppets version of every literature classic

Charles dickens, that guys gonzo right? I swear I know most of their names bc I watched Sesame Street as a kid

Right? All these guys are in Sesame Street?

ooooo the marleys, don’t remember the dead marleys, how intriguing

Ohhhhh it’s a MUSICAL?!?! the SMILE that just came across my face…

I know who plays Scrooge but I do love that we haven’t seen his face yet. Adds to the … worldbuilding? lol. And mystery

omg this is deep I’ve never considered Scrooge a victim of anything

I’m sorry I’m like five minutes into this and losing my mind at how much of a masterpiece this is

Ah face reveal. I’m sorry I’m like a huge Michael Caine stan

Wait what if he killed the marleys like as far as I remember that’s not what happened but WHAT IF HE DID

Okay real question is Scrooge canonically Jewish bc I’ve always had kind of an antisemitic caricature vibe about him which then would actually totally excuse his not celebrating Christmas

These bookkeepers are great

Fred lol

I do get an angry repressed gay vibe from Scrooge maybe he’s be less grumpy if he got a bf

Jacob and Robert Marley were OBVIOUSLY gay married and Scrooge wanted to be their third but never got up the guts to make it happen

Also they probably loved Christmas and so….

Okay I mean I see now that they are muppets and he is not so uh

I also see that they clearly do not love Christmas

What’s with the chains

Oh yeah I remember

Anyway yeah that scene w those guys was creepy

Where’s miss piggy, man ain’t she a muppet

I love the like narrator voyeurism going on

Omg tHIS GHOST IS CREEPY AF

It’s been a few minutes and I still don’t want to look at her

I’ve always been obsessed w how he did all this traveling in his nightie lol

His name is ebenezer so why do his school friends have such top-10 English names like Michael … more evidence for my theory…

Oh there’s a girl … yeah right…

“I love you” “you did once” OOF yeah he must be fully gay now I see the way he’s looking at her

I don’t care about this song at all move on please

And not a fan of old Scrooge singing with her

I’m sorry not to be heterophobic but this song seems to disrupt the whole vibe of the movie anyway

Next ghost is less creepy at least

I like the weird amusement Scrooge has about him

This song is good

The happiness Scrooge is slowly starting to show aww

this Santa Christmas ghost is definitely high off something

Oh yay Kermit cratchit is married to miss piggy. And their kids are so cute

God bless us, every one!

Wtf Santa’s all old now??

Lol remember having to start your life again every morning and dying every night

WTF WHY IS THIS NEXT GHOST SO SCARY TOO I’m starting to realize why my parents didn’t show this to me when I was a kid lol I was such a baby about creepy shit and STILL AM

And WTF IS THIS SPIDER THING idk if I like this movie so much anymore lol

Really love how accurate and faithful this is and it’s FOR KIDS/families

A Christmas Carol is actually about the journey of accepting one’s queer identity. In this essay I will

But it also really does feel like converting that poor Jewish man to Christmas-ianity omg I’ll have to check up on that

That turkey got a FAT ASS DAYUM

Buying the bookkeepers coal like I know they asked for it and it’s useful but it’s actually so funny

Fred’s wife looks 15 years old yikes

Why would Scrooge fuck w bob like that lmaooo

okay yeah that was cute though I’m glad I saw it

[rickxation]

Nickname

Sev helps "Rickie" become Cy. I wanted a solid way for Cy to get his nickname and it was just too cute to pass up the chance for his first Rick bf give it to him 🧡

Rating: G

Word count: 744

"All Ricks have a nickname," Sev said, looking at his partner in crime. The two of them were always up to mischief wherever they went. Nothing too destructive, just both living without a care in each other's arms across the multiverse.

Rickie hummed in acknowledgement, they were both sitting in their apartment just lounging around on a Sunday. "I dunno… I-i just go by Rickie, a different name seems weird. I'm just a Rick, I don't know if I need to stick out with a nickname…" Rickie shrugged.

"Babe, you aren't just a Rick, you're so unique,” Sev had turned to him and held Rickie’s face in his hands, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Each Rick is. We aren't just copies of one another. Everyone has grown in their own world and become themselves through countless different experiences," Sev spoke with his voice he always used when talking about the wonders of the universe. He was such a dreamer. 

Rickie hadn't known about other dimensions, or Ricks for that matter, before him. They became partners and lovers with Sev showing him all the amazing things he had discovered about the multiverse. He wanted the younger Rick to really know what life could be like as a Rick with the power to travel anywhere.

Sev fostered Rickie's curiosity and let him expand his mind like a Rick should. The younger had a rough life compared to Sev's path. Rickie grew up in a broken home, his love for science not nurtured like most Ricks had at a younger age. The two of them had an apartment together with plenty of projects and inventions as Rickie honed his skills in science. He had a very strong interest in robotics so Sev decided to give him ideas about what kinds of things he could make.

“Well then what nickname would you give me?” Rickie rolled his eyes with a smile.

“Hmmm, well like me, a lot of Ricks use their dimension numbers and letters to make a name… Yours is S-432…. So…. uh Four?” Sev shrugged, obviously his suggestion wasn’t liked.

“I’m not a fan of being a number, no offense baby. Though you made yours pretty cool I guess,” Rickie put up air quotes around the word “cool”.

“Rude, but noted,” Sev nibbled on his thumbnail, a sign of him thinking, “Well some other Ricks go by their specialty or physical traits… Long Hair Rick…?” Sev brushed Cy’s aforementioned long hair behind his ear and smiled.

“That’s just stupid,” Rickie laughed. He sighed, thinking about what he actually did. He felt like a failure of a Rick. He didn’t have the vast knowledge that Sev had. The older man always reminded him that he was just older and had more experience but it still discouraged Cy that he felt like his smarts would never reach Sev’s level.

“You want something cool, huh?” Sev chuckled and gave Rickie a peck on the cheek, so amused at his partner’s sass. “Well, you’ve been working with robots a lot… Robo… Rick….” He laughed hard at the wrinkled nose of his partner, “Ok, ok, serious now. Umm… well, you’ve been studying Cybernetics right? So how about Cyber Rick?”

“Does it have to have Rick at the end?” Rickie made a face, “Sounds so weird and cheesy.”

“Ok, Cyber then? Hmm, it doesn't sound quite right…” Rickie had laid down across the couch with his head on Sev’s lap. The conversation seemed so silly to him but he couldn’t help but entertain the other man’s ideas.

“Cy…?” Sev looked down and cocked his head, Rickie couldn’t resist smiling at the cute curious gesture.

“That sounds really good actually, I like it,” Rickie nodded with a small smile, “I never gave any thought to my name, in all honesty. I just went by Rickie because people called me that my whole life. I-i guess I didn’t realize you could just change your name if you want just like that.” Rickie blushed a little, it felt silly admitting that. People changed what they wanted to be called all the time but he never considered that he could do it too.

“You want to go by Cy then? We could try it out for a little bit if you want?” Sev stroked Rickie’s cheek and smiled down at him.

“Ya know what, why the hell not? I’ll try it.”

“Sounds good, Cy. Now what should we get for dinner?”

[muggycuphead]

weird flex but ok i guess pt.32

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War…Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ (and dark themed) designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [XXVII]

1. Blown away

Title says it all

2. The worst outcome

(After hitting the floor a few times, GF checks on BF to see if he’s alright, who, aside the blow he got from Charcoil and other hits beforehand, he’s mostly fine, but still unconscious)

(GF lifts her glance, and sees what has come out of Charcoil’s dirty move) “…Oh…oh no…” (Regret raises up on her face, as she feels like crying) “What have I done…?”

That sure gives the term “gaslight” a new meaning…in more than a way

Charcoil’s an ass still

Yeah ik I created him but he’s a mf I don’t like what he doin’ to my funky kiddos

3.  Defeated by the flames

(Minutes after the fire started, BF starts to wake up, both by the smell of smoke and GF’s silent yet hearable-for-him whimpers)

(GF gasps) “B! You’re…awake…!”

(Uneasy) “Ugh…what happened…? Why does it smell like…?” (BF sees the entrance of the shop burst onto flames, as his face shifts into a horrified expression, unable to muster any words, as he gets up and takes a few steps, staring blankly shocked to the scene occurring in front of him)

(GF shakens, nervous of what BF could be thinking of her) “I-I didn’t mean to! I…I had no idea he’d…! I was just…!” (Snaps into tears) “I’m sorry!”

(BF turns to her, confused) “…You did this?”

(GF pauses her crying to try talking through her tears) “I tried to attack him with my own fire mostly out of frustration, and he threw an oil container at it. I couldn’t do more from there other than just protect you from the explosion and…and…” (GF resumes crying)

(Pitiful) “G...” (Before getting the chance to reassure her it wasn’t really her fault, he get interrupted)

“Man, with friends like these, why’d ya need enemies anyway?”

:’/

4. “You’ll regret this someday!”

(BF’s face expression goes from blank to angry, as he turns quickly to where the voice’s at, facing Charcoil who’s in-between the flames inside the slowly falling apart workshop, frowning with resent) “…Hrg…” (Really pissed, decides to drop the bomb) “Fuck you! Fuck you all the way to the lowest of hell! Damn you hard, you piece of scum, garbage and rotten, melted shit! I swear to god, if life doesn’t snap your rocky dick in half, I’ll make you pay for this if we ever come across again! You’ll regret this someday! I’ll make sure of it even if I have to deep-fry my own ass for it! Curse you!” (Stops to take a breath, and shortly after, tries to spit towards the flames, with it evaporating on the process)

(Smugly amused) “Haha! Now that’s a mouthful even for a little kid like you” (Smirks maliciously) “I’d love to see if that ever happens, and if it’s from your hands, all I’ll ask is: Make sure to aim the right way, unlike your little hoe”

(BF flips him the bird with a ugly scowl on his face, and then, Charcoil proceeds to disappear thorough the flames, not to be seen again)

So much for trying :(…

[sargeant-bxrnes]

temptation & retribution

࿐ ˚ . ✦ summary: fez had to work, and you had to tease him while doing so. and when you tempt fez… retribution ensues.

࿐ ˚ . ✦ warnings: slight mention of alcohol & drug consumption, cursing, pda, grinding, dirty talk, thigh riding, manhandling, fez being horny & mad ig

࿐ ˚ . ✦ word count: 3.5K

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"No, sorry." Fez's voice was soft, yet firm. He didn't want the rejection to sting, but he didn't want to encourage you either.

"Please, just 5 more minutes." you said, holding on to him, trying to keep your boyfriend in bed.

"Sorry baby, can't," he denied, trying to break free from your hold as you peppered kisses down his neck, a sigh leaving his lips mid sentence. "Gotta go, I've got lotta clients tonite."

"I know..." you trailed off, the tips of your fingers caressing his skin as your lips pressed soft kisses down his neck. "But five minutes won't make a difference, will they?"

"If we do this, it ain't gonna be ‘just five minutes’," he closed his eyes and groaned, feeling the blood rushing down to his dick. "and I really gotta go to this thing ma, gotta earn my money and shit."

"Fine," you agreed in a half-defeated tone, leaning back on the bed, removing your body from on top of his. "Go."

Fez hurried to get out of bed, if he spent any more time with you, hearing your voice and touching your skin, he'd stay. And as much as he wanted to, he really needed the money.

"Look," he spoke, putting on his clothes as you stared at him from between the sheets. "Imma come back in a few hours, and promise Imma spend the rest of the nite between yo' legs. Doin' whateva you want me to."

That was a fine proposal, you couldn't lie. The idea of Fez spending hours between your legs sounded promising, even more so as he knows what he's doing.

"Fine..." you said, folding your arms in front of your chest to pretend you were still mad, but Fez wasn't blind, he saw how flustered you'd gotten.

Once he got dressed, he picked up his phone and other stuff, before leaving the room, he walked back to the bed.

"Imma be back later," he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, lingering closer there. "Don't get dressed, want ya' naked when I get back."

You huffed in amusement, Fezco smiled softly and quickly got out of your shared bedroom. Once he was gone, you threw your head back in the pillow and groaned.

He always said you were the tease. But what about him? The cheesy mf knew exactly what to say to get you wet way before touching you.

You did intend to wait for him to get back, but the hours felt like whole days. You were growing bored by yourself, the idea of going out was getting dangerously tempting.

After a quick shower, you had been torn between getting dressed up or not wearing anything at all like Fez asked.

Before you chose anything, your phone vibrated on the night stand. You hurried to grab it, hoping it would be Fez to let you know he was on his way back, but it wasn't him.

madz: bitch where r u?

You raised an eyebrow to yourself before replying to her, wondering what she could want. You two were friends, so it wasn't weird of her to text you, but the hour was.

you: fez's, why?

madz: there's a full on party why r u at ur bfs

What were you supposed to say to that?

you: idk

madz: *sent location*

madz: come here 2 have some fun

You were already writing a text to excuse yourself from going, but since Maddy knew you well, she added another text.

madz: if u say no u r a pussy

you: i'll be there soon

madz: k bitch

A rush of excitement washed over you, and in no time, you were wearing a tight red silk dress, finishing up your makeup and thinking about the heels you'd be wearing.

You were supposed to wait for Fez, yes, but he was at that party, you two could just meet there. He wouldn't be able to get between your legs there, but it would be nice to spend some time together.

An uber later, you were finally at the party. The music could be heard from far away, and it was at its peak. People inside the house seemed like they were having a good time, and it encouraged you to go inside.

You saw Maddy and Cassie dancing in the middle of the crowd, Jules and Kat were doing shots by the side and the rest... you had no clue, but they were there, of that you were sure.

After greeting some people, downing some shots and doing small talk, you began your search for your boyfriend. Although it probably wasn't a 'search' at all, since you knew exactly where he'd be.

There he was. Sitting down on a couch on the edge of the dance floor, with a blunt in his hand, smoke leaving his mouth and an empty stare.

He seemed to be high as a kite, as usual, but he also looked bored as hell, sitting alone on the couch, waiting for someone to buy something.

He had no idea you were there, you could surprise him, convince him that having fun with you at parties isn't a crime.

He had a perfect view of the dance floor, but didn't seem interested in it at all. Maybe, if he saw you dancing amidst the crowd tho...

With a plan in mind, you approached Maddy, who danced with a stranger as Cassie talked with McKay on the side.

"Finally!" Maddy cheered, moving her hips at the rhythm of the music. "I thought you'd gone to get dick from your ginger or something."

"That's the plan." you admitted with a mischievous smile as you swayed your hips at the beat of the song.

She laughed and grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you close to her so you two could dance, leaving the boy she'd been dancing with on the side.

At first, Fez thought he was higher than normal. That he must be hallucinating you in the crowd or something, remorse for leaving you back on his bed.

He was almost sure you weren't real. There was no way someone could look so fine and not be a piece of a fantasy. The way your hips moved, your soft skin, your smile, your legs... there was no way you were real.

But then, you locked eyes and sent a wink his way. That's when Fez knew you were real.

Fez sat straighter on the couch, wetting his lips as his blue eyes trailed over your body from head to toe, and back again to your face, holding eye contact to make it clear that you had his attention.

Every single one of your movements was with the purpose of teasing him, the way you moved your hips, bit your lip and threw your head back were enough to send Fez's mind to the gutter.

"Hey man, can I get..." He heard the customer, but couldn't care less. Why now and not earlier? "Man? Hey."

Fezco removed his attention from you and placed it in his drink client, who could barely speak.

When you noticed Fezco was distracted, you felt a little discouraged. You were showing him your best dance moves and it still hadn't been enough to make him stand up and walk to you.

You weren't exactly proud of the tactic you were about to follow, but truth is, you were horny as fuck and needed Fez. And you knew for a fact that this would get a reaction out of him.

Still dancing with Maddy, you turned your back to Fezco and shrugged, a little down. Her brows furrowed in confusion, but then she looked over your shoulder to where Fez sat, talking with a dude, and quickly caught up.

In no time, Maddy pulled the boy in, so you three were dancing. Although the boy kept getting closer and closer to you, placing a hand on your lower back, sliding it to your waist, you removed it from your body and took a step back.

After some seconds, you turned your back to them, locking eyes with Fezco.

Now you've done it.

That's the first thing that crossed your mind as soon as you saw his expression. Furrowed brows, locked jaw, tense shoulders, and his eyes burning holes in your skin.

The boy pulled you closer to him and Maddy, getting in between you two, his hands getting dangerously close to the edge of your dress, and even though you tried to sneak away, his hold was firm.

That was Fezco's last straw.

You saw your boyfriend stand up from the couch, and couldn't help but feel a little excited. His eyes were fixed on you as he made his way through the dancing crowd to where you stood.

Slowly, you inched away from Maddy and the boy, pushing his hand away from you for the last time.

Once Fezco was in front of you, you looked up at him and gifted him the most innocent smile you could give.

"Hey baby."

Fezco didn't verbally reply, he just clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Fez placed a hand on your hip and quickly spun you around, pressing his chest against your back, all while you kept moving your hips to the beat.

His strong hold had your knees weak in wanting, but now that you had him, you wanted to enjoy it a little longer, it's not often when Fez decides to join you in the dance floor.

You threw your arms up in the air, completely getting lost in the music and letting your hips move freely, and yes, against Fez's body too.

Thinking 'fuck it', Fez placed his other hand on your hip and pulled you even closer to him, so his dick would be pressed against your ass as you danced.

And just like that, what seemed to be just a dance, turned into a teasing game.

You were grinding on him, and Fez was shamelessly grinding on you too, making sure you felt how hard he was from all this little game you had going on.

Lost in the music, you threw your head back, placing it on Fez's chest/shoulder, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment.

You couldn't see it, but Fez was smirking. You'd just placed yourself in a silver plate for him to do his bidding— and you didn't even know it.

As soon as you felt Fez's lips on your neck, you opened your eyes, your hips stopped moving for a few seconds too.

Knowing what he was up to, you didn't let him know how turned on that got you, instead you just kept grinding on him, feeling him leaving a trail of kisses from where your shoulder met your neck and up to your jaw.

No shame at all.

Fezco and you had never been the type of couple to show PDA, it was mostly small kisses, or you sitting on his lap if you were feeling bold.

Which explains why when your eyes found Maddy's, she looked genuinely shocked at the scene. You simply shrugged slightly, placing your hand on the back of Fezco's head as Maddy gave you a thumbs up and mouthed 'catch that dick!'

It didn't take long for him to notice you were distracted, and for sure, he wanted all your attention back to him.

He knew your weak spots like the back of his hand. So he quickly pressed his lips against the sweet spot on your neck and sucked, bit slightly and then ran his tongue over it, making sure to leave a hickey.

That made you gasp and almost moan, pressing your body impossibly closer to his, his hand sliding down your body, caressing your leg and toying with the hem of your dress; his other hand pushed your hips back, as he moved his to the front.

"You wanted my attention," he said directly in your ear. "Can you keep up with it, ma?"

You felt a tug on your lower stomach, basically, your pussy in distress cause of how badly you needed Fez.

You turned around to face your boyfriend, your lips crashing with his immediately, both of his hands were back on your hips, your arms around his neck.

You didn't know you had that in you, the ability to drive Fez crazy like that. From that kiss, things had gotten more heated, Fez proposed going to the bathroom for some relief; but you denied, only to start grinding on him again.

When he was sure that he was going to explode, Fezco asked/ordered you to go home with him, and you said yes, knowing that you two would probably fuck to sleep once you made it back to his place.

But oh boy... no one said it would be easy.

On the drive back home, you attempted to sneak a hand in his pants, but he moved your hand away rather harshly. He wasn't even looking at you, which meant he was mad. Really mad.

His hand was still on your thigh, though. It moved high enough to make you squirm, but Fez always moved it away just when it seemed like he would just give in.

Once back at home, he still didn't talk. He just sat down on the edge of the bed and lit a blunt, acting like you weren't even there.

It was all part of his little game, you knew, and you fully intended to play along; Ashtray wasn't home, so you didn't have to worry about the noise.

You walked to the bed and sat next to him, staring at the wall, letting the silence settle down.

You'd been almost shy, inching closer to him. He didn't move away, so it was a good sign. Slowly, you started kissing his neck, taking your time.

A groan wanted to escape his lips, but he was too stubborn to let it out. Instead he played it off by placing one hand on the mattress.

Your lips were restless as you moved closer, kissing along his neck, up his jaw and straight to his lips. Fezco immediately kissed you back, removing the hand from the mattress and placing it on your hip, holding the blunt with the other.

He bit your lower lip, making you open your mouth enough so he could slip his tongue in, his hand lowering to your ass, while you held onto his shoulder as your other hand slipped under his shirt.

Blindly, he put the blunt on the ashtray placed in his night table, hurrying to put both hands on your ass, pulling you closer to him, swallowing down your moan.

Still kissing him like your life depended on it, you found the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, Fez complied by taking his shirt off, his lips going back to yours immediately.

Sneakily, he began to slide his hand between your bodies, his fingers rubbing your clit just enough to make you squirm on top of him.

Hoping this would be it, you quickly stood up, Fezco sneaked his hands under your dress and pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them across the room, letting his hands slide up your legs, pushing your dress up.

You felt almost vulnerable under his hot stare, his blue eyes were nearly black with lust, and his jaw was so clenched you thought his teeth would crack.

Leaning down, your hands moved to his jeans, and you were trying to pop the button open when he moved your hands away. You tried again and he moved your hands away again.

You raised an eyebrow, not understanding the game. His hands were still roaming over your legs, softly though. His eyes were dark with lust and his dick was clearly hard. What was he playing at?

Fez pulled you down so you straddled his clothed thigh, letting you know what he wanted you to do. "Go on."

Knowing it could lead to an endless amount of teasing, you stood up and raised an eyebrow at him, testing him.

"You wanted to play dirty back there? Teasin me and shit?" he questions, pulling you back down on his thigh. "I know how to play too, mamas."

"Fez," you said softly. "Please..."

"Please what? Get off on my thigh, since you so good at grindin' and shit."

The way he spoke had you weak as hell, biting your lip and all, he gave you a small smirk, as a way to let you know he wasn't that mad, just wanted to fuck with you, in every sense.

You began to move your hips against his thigh slowly, mostly doing a show for him. Fezco picked up his blunt from the ashtray and took a drag from it, his blue eyes trailing over your body.

It was obvious that you were just playing around; Fez didn't like that. He tensed his thigh and began bouncing his leg up and down, getting a couple of moans out of you immediately.

"Go on," he encouraged you, using the hand on your hip to guide you. "I ain't gonna do nothing else to you ‘till you cum on my thigh."

"But Fez..."

"Actin like a brat and shi'? You get treated like a brat."

He was gonna be the death of you.

Now you really started riding his thigh in search for your own pleasure, and to Fez, that was the real show. He relaxed and leaned back, still using his hand on your hip to guide your movements, but mainly focusing on your pussy grinding against his thigh, and the way your tits bounced on the confines of your dress.

With how turned on you were, it didn't take long. You placed a hand on his shoulder for support and moved your hips until you finally reached your orgasm, Fez helping by bouncing his leg.

Time seemed to stop as you came down from your high, Fez being nice enough to let you get back to normal.

He put out his blunt on the ashtray, both of his hands on your hips now, his eyes trailing over your face and body.

"You did so good," he praised you, his voice low. "so good..."

Out of nowhere, he wrapped an arm around you and turned you both around, pushing you down to the bed as he towered over you.

And that's when he lost all his composure, pretending to be mad at you and restraining himself from touching you wasn't working for him any more.

The kiss was intense, heated, and lustful. He nearly ripped the dress away from your body, desperate to feel your skin against his. You felt like you were melting into the kiss, barely knowing what to do with yourself other than kissing him back.

His lips moved down to your neck, your clavicle, the valley of your breasts, and even lower, all over your belly, the top of your thighs, your inner thighs, kissing his way up desperately.

And as much as you loved when he went down on you, you needed him inside you now.

"Fez, I need you now, please." you begged, your hand softly pressed against his back.

That was all he needed. Fez took off his jeans and boxers at once, getting on top of you quickly, kissing the hell out of you again, entering you with a single thrust.

"Oh fuck..." you moaned, clenching at the feeling of Fez filling you up so perfectly.

"You so tight," he mumbled in your ear as he started to thrust deep and slow. "you feel so good, baby."

You couldn't even speak, he was just moving so fucking good that only moans and whimpers left your lips. He placed his hand on the leg you had wrapped around his waist, moving it higher so he could lean in more; getting a new angle.

“Fuck, fuck…” your hand trailed down his back, you were probably scratching his back, but he didn’t mind. He never did. “Just like that, Fez.”

He stopped after a couple thrusts more. You moved away to try and look at his face, but he didn’t even let you, as soon as you moved back, he pulled out, and used the grip he had on your hips to turn you around.

The strength that man has is underrated.

He thrust back in and in no time, found a rhythm good enough to have you moaning his name like a prayer. He hit the spot with every thrust, with a hand on your hip, the other one he used to wrap it around your neck and press your back against his chest.

“I’m gonna cu—“

“Nah you ain’t, hold it.” he said firmly, making his pace faster.

He could be such a teasing bastard sometimes.

He kept up the relentless pace for a while, his hand sliding down between your legs, rubbing on your clit. He was doing every single thing he knew drove you insane, and yet, he said you couldn’t cum yet, not until he said so.

Fez really isn’t half as innocent as he looks.

“Cum.” he all but ordered with a hoarse voice. “Go on, princess.”

As if your release had been literally waiting for confirmation, it washed over you like a wave of pleasure, making your legs shake and all your senses to just… not work. He fucked you dumb. Literally. Fezco’s release followed shortly, accompanied by a hoarse groan of his.

You fell to the bed, utterly spent, and Fezco carefully pulled out and laid next to you, tiredly admiring you.

“Didn’t know you had that in you.” you said with an amused smile.

“Me neither,” he chuckled, brushing some strands of hair away from your face. “Got what you wanted?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, I want my girl happy,” he said with a lazy smile. “Even if she acts like a fuckin’ brat.”

Jokes aside, you knew he meant that. All these little games were part of your relationship, and at the end of the day, Fezco loved you as much as you loved him.

Although, you made a mental note to tease him more often, especially if it lead to nights like this one.

[ionlydrinkhotwater]

When I think about Simon and Baz and how they handle jealousy from the first two books to the final book the change is kind of radical.

For Baz he flirted with Agatha which was shady to do that to her but his intended victim here was Simon. He wanted Simon's negative attention if he couldn't have his positive attention. We know that for Baz the thing that drives him up the wall is not Simon's hatred, he fetishizes that. It's indifference. When Simon's breaking up with him it's Simon's unaffected air that made him crazy. His scheme was to deflect any suspicion that he liked Simon, while getting Simon's attention it was a good plot all things considered.

For Simon he went after Lamb and thought the worst of the guy and was ready to throw hands. Simon goes feral when jealous. The idea of anyone knowing Baz more than him, or loving Baz more than him drives him nuts. But ultimately both Baz and Simon for all the fuss they kick up still try to convince the other that they will be better off with the other person. Baz tells Simon to get back together with Agatha and Simon says Baz should stay with Lamb.

Both Baz and Simon when they were at the height of their jealousy they were not doing too well mentally either. So I want to talk about their jealousy when they are both a little more stable.

When Baz and Simon talk about exs during the rat hunting date they have a relatively calm talk about it. Baz asks for Simon's dating history and Simon asks about Bazs 'exes' he even says that he thought Baz mightve dated during the summer. Yes Simon has a realization that his relationship with Agatha was rife with hetero trauma but Baz was prepared for Simon to have said he had enjoyed being with Agatha and was legit surprised to learn that he was unhappy. When they talk about Lamb again Simon's grumpy but not enraged. He even tells Baz that he ultimately would have stepped aside if it was what Baz wanted. He also mentions later in the book that Baz is being ogled on the train and seems more smug about it, like yeah my mans so hot everyone wants to look at him, this is my life.

Baz when he watches Simon hang out with Agatha he sulks a bit but let's it go and accepts that yeah Simon and Agatha had this complicated past but it's over. He knows everything about it which for Baz knowledge gathering is his coping mechanism. He even knows that Smith seems attracted to Simon and just says yeah I know my bf is cute when he's all earnest I know, you may look but don't touch. He even jokes with Lady Ruth that Simon only believes Smith cause he thinks he's handsome.

Both of them are still unhinged towards each other like more than any other book. Like Simon wants to EAT Baz. But it feels like the jealousy Baz and Simon demonstrates in AWTWB felt more real and healthy than the weird, aggressive, manipulative jealousy of the past books cause in those books it wasn't JUST jealousy, it was self loathing and depression and insecurity. But in AWTWB they are both more secure and on a better place mentally, emotionally and romantically, so they can look at these things as less of a threat to their relationship and more as a source of exasperation, amusement and even pride.

[greennya]

— In which dancing is an art and you, er, can't dance. Characters | Childe x GN!Reader (Modern Setting) Note | Hi!! This is absolutely my first time posting a drabble in tumblr, i have no idea what im doing but 😘 forgive the short circuited attempt at a sort of bf childe bec its 3 am & im braindead and love him with all my 🍑

You are... Actually, Childe has no idea what you're doing. Sweeping the floor with your legs, maybe? Waving a broom across the hall like a seagull at its wits end fluttering in a pissed off motion, fighting a losing war against invincible dust? Oh... No. Absolutely Not. You could spin a pirouette, breakdance into hip-hop, rip your head out in despair, and no one would guess you're in the midst of dancing. It's ridiculous. It's hair shivering unreal.

Childe, standing a few feet away from you, states in a monotonous, but an octave higher than usual mocking voice of his: "The way you sang just now gave me the chills!"

You ignore him. You were dancing (preparing for a theater performance you were not aware involved dancing because, 'dont worry, you act so well, leave the rest to us!'). Not singing. Fuck it, you turn back and glare. Hard. Stomping your feet in an act of annoyance at the ginger who newsflash #1: has zero business with the theater club, but still comes in everyday because newsflash #2: he's an absolute menace.

(The few members left in the club doing what theater kids do, also turn to him, with an amused expression: 'he's back at it again' mutters one.)

But Childe is drop dead endeared at the glare you shot his way. Could not escape the beat of his heart when you turn away and flick your arms aggressively in a supposedly graceful pose.... like a... fan... and fall. Childe Could not escape the way he giggles when you trip, legs criss-crossing awkwardly, before you hit the floor face first with– OUCH– a loud, resounding thud. Head banged to mars. You wince. You both wince. That hurt like a bitch.

"Are you just going to stand there and laugh." You sit up, hands immediately raised to rub your forehead in an attempt to soothe the pain of falling face flat on the ground, a glare still plastered across your face. "Or, are you going to shut up and help me up?"

Childe strides to your form in the floor, hunched over and a defeated expression casted as his eyes scan your bothered face. He pauses. Until another wave of giggles burst past his lips. Tears are now welling up your eyes, because What. The. Fuck. is he laughing at?

"I swear to-" Childe interrupts the ensuing cacophony of insults with a light kiss to your forehead. Your lips are now closed in bewilderment, head turned to look at the mirror, the clock, at everything, but Childe, because What. The. Fuck. A kiss to your forehead? Unprovoked?

"Stop thinking about weird things again," he sighs, the kind of brotherly sighs he gives when he's concerned. The same sigh he does when you burn your hand trying to cook ramen or the time you lost his watch. Childe cups your face with his two hands as he exhales, "An ugly bruise for an equally-" Glare.

"Just kidding. Let's get you patched up before your performance."

And another kiss.

[gay-salt-amber]

How about a ask based off a mall trip? Weird I know, but I'm craving that 7/11 rn and reading your Valentines Day fic sparked the idea somewhat The prompt basically is everyone in the dorms minus the some are separated during a break and that's not sitting right with everyone so they all set up a plan to take a day in the city! (All while "abducting" Riddle and Idia from their parents home, Floyd says it's not abducting it's saving). They go to the biggest mall in Twisted Wonderland and spend time there, dares were made and they shopped until they can't hold their things that much, but before that they spend some time and watched a film in the movie theater (I see some shippy moments of Kalim holding onto Jamil and Floyd being a smart ass giving him a thumbs up before Riddle or Azul smacks him, also I can't get the image of Trey and Jade behind Riddle who's between Cater and Floyd both getting popcorn and snacks from his lap and he's just RED like O////o "help") and the gang eats in the food court and they all just have a fun ol time.

It has nothing to do with the next gen of my previous ask but ye!

Also, I have a solution of your multishipper heart that I suffer with as well; Mixing

For me I like Riddle x Floyd and I also like Trey x Jade but also like Trey x Riddle and Trey x Cater, so I made them into kind of one big poly ship or wrote them as neighbors

Because of that when I saw Epel x Savanaclaw but also First Years as Poly I was like, "Oh, perfect mixing opportunity!" So, for me at least how I see it up to you, it'd be Epel, Deuce, Sebek, Jack, Leona, and Ruggie as one large relationship. I'd add Ace too but I like KalJamAce so I literally only see-

Ace: "You two are just jealous I'm dating two second years"

Epel: "Bitch we're dating each other, a second year, a third year, AND all our boyfriends can easily kick your boyfriend's asses!"

Nothing to do with that, just wanted to let you know and hope it amuses you. I'm awkward in ask since I'm a sly blob who thinks I'm weird, so hi. Shy blob here and shy blob is gonna start drawing some art based off your helpful headcanons, hope you're having a awesome day. - Raven/Rae (she/they)

So, I already did the first one a little bit but, I will write about the foot court and theater one! This wont be a full fanfic but it'll be snippets since ig that's my thing now! Also im putting Epel x Savanaclaw and Floyd x Cater x Riddle x Che'nya in here cuz this is my blog and I can :/

The film they go see is prolly a comedy, Rook and Vil wanted to go to a romance movie but were outvoted -w-

They over-do the butter on the popcorn but who's complaining? Certainty not them

Ruggie was gonna bring in his own candy but Leona bought him as much as he (and Epel) wanted when they got there... No matter how much Ruggie may have protested

Ruggie has his head on Leona's shoulder the whole time since there's a tall guy infront of them (One of the Leech twins prolly) and can't see the screen otherwise

Rook and Vil would be talking about the filming job and Vil would be like, "Thank goodness I didn't take this movie offer" and the movies worth like 1M with like a bunch of older and richer actors and it weirds everyone else out

So, Kalim cries from laughing very easily so he just has his arms around Jamil while crying-laughing into his shoulder

Riddle def is the one who smacks Floyd for laughing

Che'nya pops up next to Floyd, Riddle and Cater and they all quietly gasped, gave him kisses and hugs then went back to watching the movie with their other bf

Epel is trying so hard to not laugh at the dirty jokes cuz he knows Vil will flick him over the head for it (Rook is trying to hold back too dw) so he goes and sits with Leoruggie and just dies laughing at the next joke

So, Jack is sitting right on Leona's left side and Leona is whispering spoilers to him, bonus is that he's never seen the movie, hes just whispering random shit to him like, "He ends up dating her" or, "They get their head blown off"

During one of the final songs of the movie, Idia hacks into the speakers are Rick Rolls everyone

Floyd, Lilia, Kalim and Cater don't stay for the after credit scene because "We wanna be surprised for the next one!"

When they go to the food court, Che'nya wanted to do the Lady and the Tramp pasta thingy and Riddle goes, "Well how are we gonna do it? We don't have a four-way pasta noodle." And Floyd, being the dirty minded boy he is the second he heard four-way he started dying laughing, the other two joined in and it took Riddle 5 seconds to get it and he turned beat red

Jade and Trey get pastries and Cater films them reviewing them like their fucking Gordan Ramsey

"we drink boba tea to satisfy our ancient & innate urge to slurp up tadpoles from a puddle through a reed"-Ace Trappola 2xxx

They went clothing shopping and Epel and Kalim were trying on some things and asking their partners opinions, only one out of four of them gave any feedback and that was Leona since for some reason he wasn't overly flustered by how pretty Epel looked

Riddle wants help to look more androgynous and the minute that was said Che'nya was ALL over that shit like what did Riddle want? Shoes? Skirts? Pants? Hair stuff? He didn't care if it made Riddle happy so be it

Epel gets nervous when it comes to holding Leona's hand until Leona just sighs and initiates it and says, "If you wanna do it, just fucking do it."

Floyd gets them onto the roof somehow and they go up there and chill despite Riddles protest about it at first

They gave Rook the aux cord on the way back, big mistake

Leona buys them all alcohol afterwards and they all go to the Ramshackle dorm to enjoy themselves for the night

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Ik this is like super short but y'know ;-; also good luck with the fanart im really excited to see it :D -Amber

[kumezyzo]

hello i’m back!

have you seen sapnaps new cats? milo and naomi ! they’re so cute :,) i was wondering if we could get some fluff w reader and bf!sapnap taking care of them & getting them and stuff :D

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hiiii!!! welcome back!! I've got two reqs for this, and its kinda funny cause im very allergic to cats 😭😭 like, even being in the same room makes me sneeze.

also, i dont really know the lore behind him getting them... so, bear with me cause i made some shit up 😭😭

but enjoy! or dont :) m.list

bf!sapnap brought the idea up to you about getting a cat. he originally wanted you to help him choose, but you convinced him that it was his idea.

"do you think this ones cute?" he asked you, showing you his phone.

you looked at his phone and smiled at the picture of the little kitten. "baby, it's a kitten. of course it's cute."

he pouted and looked at the screen again, "you said that for the past six pictures..."

"yeah, cause you're the one thats getting them!"

"so you dont want to get them?"

bf!sapnap who ended up not being able to choose between two of the cats and genuinely began asking you for help to decide.

"peach! i really need your opinion on this now!" he said, getting frustrated.

"i don't know what you want me to tell you!" you said, finding his dilema amusing. "what if you just get both of them?!"

"I'm gonna get-"

"why?" you asked, wanting a straight answer now. "money isnt the issue. and one's gonna get lonely, no?"

you watched him contemplate very quietly. the seemed to calm down drastically. then he looked down at his phone and turned around, going back to sit on the couch.

bf!sapnap who thought you looked so adorable when you guys went to pick up the new additions to the family.

he watched you sitting in the passenger seat of his car, playing with the two little kittens. he watched you play with both of them, scratching their bellies and trying to stop them from fighting.

you basically had to fight bf!sapnap to make him decide for himself on what names to give your two new bundles of joy.

"i don't want to go with those weird cat names," he explained as he watched you play with one of the cats with a toy. "like when people name their cats shit head, or something."

you snorted at the idea of calling the cute fur balls anything vulgar. you looked up and saw you boyfriend holding one of the kittens himself.

"what do you have in mind then?"

"i dunno... what do you think?"

"we're not staring this shit again-"

bf!sapnap who asked you to bring them in on stream. people clipped that specific part because of the way he looked at you. anyone who didn't know the context would've thought you were bringing in his new born child.

i dont really like this... but i hope yall enjoyed. -nony