#apology from her for being emotional often
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Probably a bit of a hot take, and definitely petty fandom salt, but iâve come to notice that in recent years, with most fandom spaces becoming puritanical in their efforts to ice out anything that can be labeled toxic, or anything that just doesn't fit the fandomâs prevalent opinions on a situation or characterâa phenomenon that has only been exacerbated by TikTok and the overuse of âtherapy-speakâ--there seems to be a general lack of nuance and/or sense of media literacy in most vocal fandom spaces when it comes to a story that is not just black and white.
Arcane is one of the most recent example of this, with (arcane s2 spoilers ahead) characters caitlyn and vi being discussed pretty heavily with the terms like âdomestic abuseâ and âabuser apologismâ particularly when it comes to caitlynâs act of jabbing her rifle at viâs side before walking away, leaving vi anguished. Now, iâm not saying domestic abuse is not realâiâm just saying, that in this instance, I don't believe that the act was domestic violence, nor do i believe that any of the parties that make up CaitVi are abusers.
Arcane itself is a complex story with heart shattering situations that the characters find themselves in constantly, often putting them at odds with their morals, the morals of their environment, and the morals of the audience. Do I think caitlyn was right to jab her rifle at vi? No. But we as an audience can tell that neither does Caitlyn herself. Neither does Vi. But when Caitlyn did so, it was when she was under immense emotional duress, her motherâs killer getting away, and she was blocked from taking vengeance by the person she trusted the most. When she said the horrible things she did, she was hurting and angry and lashing outâshe was punching the walls like a woman gone. And why is it that we can offer characters like Jinx the grace to absolve her of her crimes due to her own psychotic breaks, but not other characters to their own actions done in moments of their own breakdowns? Vi punching Powder, for instance. An act that had Vi villainized by the fandom for a long time.Â
Which brings me to another pointâabsolution. It is one the extremes characters tend to fall into when it comes to fandom, with the other extreme being amplification. A characterâs sins tend to be glossed over, or explained away so that the character in question becomes an unquestionable angel and champion of justice, or, in other cases, tend to be overly exaggerated, making the character out to be the worst of the worst, the lowest of the low. Rarely is there an in-between, with multifaceted characters complete with riveting backstory and motivations and complicated characteristics inevitably losing a little of what makes them, them, all in the pursuit of woobification, gratuitous groveling from other characters, and victimization; itâs an apology fantasy on steroids. In other cases, and often, connected cases, if one character is getting the baby treatment then chances are that another is getting the villain treatment, becoming a sort of caricature of themselves. Motives and environmental factors and politics are all thrown out the window, and all thatâs left is cartoonish, flat, oft one-dimensional portrayals.Â
Arcaneâs Silco is an example of the former, with the singular trait of caring for Jinx becoming twisted and emphasized until he is nigh unrecognizable. His harmful actions towards the undercity are erased and he is lifted up instead as something other than he was. He is transformed from the fascinatingly flawed, human depiction to something bland and uncanny. He is just a Poor Sad Betrayed Meow Meow who is also a Good Dad. But itâs okay because he also does crimes! Except wait, those crimes are also sanitized and cutesy, or horrific and without reason or logic. He has lost what makes him, him.
And for the other half of the coin, the unnecessary villainization, we have Jayce! Jayce was hated upon widely, especially after the release of Season 1, and his struggles were erased.
(and yes, there were struggles. Jayce was more privileged than those from the Undercity, that is unquestionable, but he was not as privileged as the other Council members or even most of his peers. He had the fortune of a patron, but that was something that had to be earned, and he could always risk losing. He was from a House, yes, but it was also a minor one, and he would have labored in his factories alongside other workersâhe wasnât a crazy wealthy guy. He staked his entire life on his research that he was actually going to take his own life when his dream was taken from him. His dream wasnât to generate wealth by unlocking the arcane, but rather, it was to put these tools in the hands of the common man too. One of his first act as councilors was to immediately try to root out corruption. He was able bodied and from Piltover, and so, had more privilege than Viktor (who is my favorite arcane character) that is undeniable. But Jayce did have struggles, he wasnât taken seriously by the Council due to his own status and had to go through them initially when it came to his own HexTech. Jayce had struggles,but Jayce is a POC and Viktor is a white boy, so Jayceâs problems are gonna be minimized by fandom but thatâs a whole other issueâ)
And yet, three years ago, the Jayce hate was at a total high, with every action of his being dramatized so as to make Viktorâs pain far more excruciating.Â
Iâve derailed a little! The point of this post was to point out the âtherapy speakâ in fandom that often comes at the cost of lifting one character up and bashing the other, all while skipping over the context and nuance for the gray situations the characters found themselves in. All this to sayâwith fandomâs recent behaviors when it comes to relationships in fandom, it really makes you wonder if people have forgotten that relationships arenât easy and actually require constant work and effort. That relationships change and evolve and grow with each obstacle that comes oneâs way, and that sometimes things get rough, but that love is being able to understand and empathize with oneâs partnersâthat not everything is black and white and that not every mistake is irredeemable.
edit: also, donât really care enough to argue with ppl on this point in the notes. itâs tired and repetitive and half the time itâs like arguing with a brick wall. if this gets out of hand I will start deleting and/or restricting replies
#arcane spoilers#arcane season 2#arcane s2#arcane league of legends#fandom#fandom salt#fandom things#fandom thoughts#caitlyn kiramman#vi arcane#caitvi#jayce talis#viktor arcane#silco arcane
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Hi, I hope you are having a great day.
Could you make a hc of Aventurine, Sunday, Robin and Topaz about what types of kisses they prefer?
Stolen Kisses, Silent Promises
Synopsis: What type of kisses do they prefer?
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Topaz x Reader, Robin x Reader, Kisses, Headcanons, Romance, Established Relationship, Emotional Vulnerability, Playful, Gentle and Passionate Kisses.
Warnings: Mentions of Vulnerability and Emotional Layers, Slight Angsty Undertones.
Preferred Kiss: Playful and Teasing Kisses
Aventurine enjoys kisses that feel like a game of cat and mouse, reflecting his love for risks and challenges.
Heâll lean in close, hold your gaze with his eyes, and pause just before your lips touch, smirking as if daring you to make the move.
Once the kiss happens, itâs warm and affectionate but with a hint of mischief, leaving you guessing what heâs planning next.
He particularly loves stealing quick kisses in the middle of conversations or when youâre deep in thought, finding joy in catching you off guard.
Special Moments
When Aventurineâs mask slips, his kisses become slower and more deliberate, as though heâs savoring the moment and letting his vulnerability show.
These kisses are rare but deeply meaningful, revealing the man behind the facade.
Preferred Kiss: Soft and Lingering Kisses
Sunday treasures gentle, intimate kisses that communicate depth and sincerity.
He prefers to take his time, placing a hand on your cheek or the back of your neck as his golden eyes soften with affection.
These kisses often feel like an unspoken promiseâhis way of showing that heâs fully present and devoted to you.
Special Moments
Sunday has a tendency to kiss your forehead or the back of your hand when heâs feeling particularly protective or sentimental.
In private, when heâs unguarded, his kisses can be tinged with melancholy, as though heâs silently apologizing for the burdens he carries and the dreamlike paradise he offers.
Preferred Kiss: Tender and Melodic Kisses
Robinâs kisses are as graceful and heartfelt as her music.
She prefers kisses that feel unhurried and delicate, like a song unfolding with perfect harmony.
Her favorite moments are those where youâre both lost in the quiet of each otherâs presence, and her kisses often come with a soft hum or whispered words of affection.
Special Moments
Robin loves spontaneous kisses while dancing or during quiet moments under the stars.
She also has a habit of kissing the corner of your lips, a sweet and subtle way to show her adoration without being overly bold.
When sheâs overwhelmed with emotionâwhether joy or sorrowâher kisses become more passionate, pouring her heart into the connection.
Preferred Kiss: Confident and Assertive Kisses
Topaz likes kisses that are bold and straightforward, reflecting her no-nonsense attitude.
She doesnât shy away from initiating and often prefers to take the lead, pulling you close with a firm grip and kissing you with purpose.
Her kisses are grounding, as if sheâs reminding you of her presence and her ability to handle anything that comes her way.
Special Moments
Topaz has a softer side that emerges during moments of vulnerability.
In these rare instances, her kisses are gentler and more exploratory, as if sheâs silently asking for reassurance.
She also has a playful streak, occasionally giving you a quick kiss before walking off, leaving you wanting more.
#x reader#honkai star rail#hsr#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#hsr aventurine#aventurine x reader#hsr aventurine x reader#aventurine x you#fluff#sunday x reader#sunday hsr#hsr sunday#sunday#robin honkai star rail#robin hsr#robin x you#robin x reader#robin#topaz x reader#honkai star rail topaz#hsr topaz#topaz#headcanons#kisses#and a lot of more kisses#romance#established relationship#emotional vulnerability#Playful
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absolutely despise (pos) it when a south park episode ends on a melancholy note. like youre just supposed to accept the world is sometimes horrible and not everything gets resolved.
#i know mostepisodes that end like this have an aftermath#but it still leaves that impact#youre getting old#- just ends with the note that everything is shit and the same shit plays out over n over again just in a different way#ass burgers#- almost ends on a positive note of stan finally being excited abt change in his life but then everything going back to normal and returnin#to shit#the hobbit#- ends with wendy after desperately trying to help out others realize how photoshop is ruining the self image on youung girls and sets up u#nrealistic expectations on bodies being pressured into photoshopping herself and crying#AND I CANT FIND ANY AFTERMATH FOR IT? LIKE IT JUST ENDS LIKE THAT ?#auhrg#dead kids#- during the episode sharon is really upset over the recent school shootings happening at stans school and is upset others arent upset bc i#used to be a big deal but suddenly it isnt and the whole time randy is thinking it must be her having her period and hes also expecting an#apology from her for being emotional often#and instead of that getting resolved by the end sharon does fuckingapologize to randy right as he was starting to understand her. and then#theyre told that stan -their CHILD- got SHOT and neither of them even bother to see him- sharon saying its OK????#im not sure if theres an aftermath episode of that ??? heck if i know#south park#sp
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*has been slamming through webtoons for three weeks voice* the villainess isekai fantasy of fixing your dad
#the inherent tragedy of only being loved by your father after a totally different person with the emotional intelligence of an adult#who does not have the Annoying Childish Desire For Affection and Mercy relives your childhood with a ''dont piss off your dad'' cheat sheet#it's so fucked up!! how often there is a father who was cold cruel or violent to the original Villainess who becomes doting or at least#Merciful when the mc transmigrates in with the emotional intelligence and maturity to Handle the shitty dad in a way an abused or neglected#child NEVER COULD#anyway Villains Are Destined to Die gets points from me for the mc going ''no this guy was awful to the original girl and she is dead and#can never be apologized to or made whole so i'll use his affection for me as his Daughter but i will not forgive him on her behalf'x#that owns
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Part 5 of Mister(s) Steal Your Girl
Long awaited, but no Johnny smut just yet. Soon, I promise. (And Kyle will be back. It's been so long since he's gotten to smooch our dear reader.)
Also! A little reminder than you can check the queue to see what I plan to post for next. I try to update it often as the worms wiggle. Next I plan to do the final chapter of Greater Bad. (Unless I get my not-so-secret, no-longer-a-surprise oneshot out first)
Lastly! Please note that I wrote the "posts" from his perspective. So inconsistencies with the actual story and any grammar/spelling errors were purposeful or for "authenticity".
Content: Brandon.
r/CakeEater _OnBrand_ I asked my fiancĂŠ for an open relationship before marriage. It worked. A while ago I posted on r/adultery about the affairs (yes, multiple) I was having behind my then-gfâs back. Weâd already been dating for ~4 years and I was seeing one of my coworkers (my âwork wifeâ) regularly and one of her coworkers on and off. People on my other post were critical and called me all sorts of things like selfish and pig. I know itâs not traditional, but I genuinely donât think I could ever be satisfied by one woman. My work wife (Rachel) and fianceâs coworker (Lucy) provide things my fiancĂŠ just canât but I still love my fiancĂŠ. Sheâs the woman Iâm going to spend the rest of my life with. When I posted on r/adultery I was trying to figure out how to propose without her finding out. I knew sheâd expect me to help with stuff and possibly want to look at my phone more often. It would have been harder to sneak off to meet up with Lucy or Rachel with wedding planning and I was sick of being stressed she would find out. Some nicer people on the post suggested I ask for an open relationship. I took their advice and sat her down to sell the idea. Itâs a good thing Iâm so good at sales (top 3% in my company for 5 years in a row) because she agreed. Yes, actually agreed. At first she got kind of pale and her eyes got really big and blank. I thought for sure she was about to start crying and run off. Maybe even kick me out. She doesnât really get angry but she gets upset and it freaks me out. After I explained everything about how good it would be for us though, she agreed. This is my official unlimited hallpass. Iâve been seeing Rachel on weekends and Lucy once or twice during the week for drinks. Tonight Iâm going to sign up for every dating site I can. Tinder, Bumble, Hinge. If anyone has other suggestions, Iâll check those out too. Fiance has been kind of off but I think itâs just an adjustment period. Sometimes I can tell sheâs been crying but she hasnât come to me about it so sheâs probably just being emotional about all the changes. At least sheâs got our house to focus on while she gets used to things. I feel a little bad about running out every night but sheâs just so mopey and sad all the time and itâs not enjoyable to be around. I know she probably feels like Iâm abandoning her a little but once she starts getting back to normal Iâll spend time with her again. You really can have your cake (all the cakes heh) and eat them too. Edit: no, I never told her that I already had Lucy and Rachel and Iâm not going to. What good would it do? Sheâs already agreed to an open relationship and telling her that I didnât have permission first would just hurt her for no reason.
Kyleâs been gone for two (long, lonely) weeks when he finally gets a chance to call. So far, heâs only been able to send scattered texts at odd hours. Always something sweet â telling you heâs alright, or that heâs thinking of you. Sometimes you even catch him for a brief exchange before he apologizes and âgoes darkâ again.
Not that you begrudge it. This is part and parcel of dating him and you knew that going in. Youâre not complaining when heâs putting his life on the line so that the public can live in blissful peace.
That doesnât stop you from missing him though. His hugs, his smile. Getting his voice - even roughened by distance - is a nice compromise though.
âHow have you been holding up, chickadee?â he asks after the initial reassurance that heâs whole and hale.Â
âEasier this time!â you answer proudly. âI know what to expect with you gone and Johnnyâs good company.â
âYeah?â he asks, sounding pleased.
You can just imagine him now, leaning his hip against the nearest surface, arms crossed over his broad chest. He tends to duck his head when he smiles, and you unintentionally grin to yourself, thinking of him hiding into his phone. God, you miss him.Â
âMhmm! We found a board game bar that youâre going to love. Oh, and weâre going to the Hay Festival this weekend.â
He hums. âIâm sorry I canât be there to take you, luv, but I knew Johnny would be good to you.â
More than good to you, really. Thereâs not been a day he doesnât call to check up on you - if he doesnât see you in person, that is. Dinner, movies, coffee. Heâs somehow both a gentleman and an incorrigible flirt, but only with you. Heâs nothing more than polite to anyone else, keeping his focus on you and whatever the two of you are doing.
You donât know what to do with the undivided attention. If you didnât know betterâŚ
âYou two are getting close,â Kyle observes.
âI think so,â you admit, then hesitate. âIs⌠that okay?â
ââCourse, luv. Iâm glad.â
You blink. âYou are?â
âHeâs my best mate and youâre my best girl.â
An odd pang of anxiety pierces your chest. Johnny calls you that too. His âbest girl.â You love hearing it - but maybe you shouldnât?
âIt⌠doesnât bother you? That weâre spending so much time together.â
He snorts softly, but itâs not derisive. Itâs a noise he makes whenever he thinks youâre being silly, but his voice comes out soft and warm. Not an ounce of condescension.
âNo, baby, Iâm not fussed. You spend your time with whoever you want, however you want. Yeah?â
Your chest floods with warmth. âOkay.â
âThereâs a love. Iâve got a brief, so I have to go. Iâll call soon as I can.â
âBe safe, Ky.â
âDo my best. Give Soap a smooch for us, aye?â
You blink as he hangs up. Thatâs a new one.
You ponder over it while packing on Thursday night. Was it just a joke? A tease at the little crush youâve developed for Johnny?
Because it is a crush, you know it is. Itâs impossible not to be attracted to him. Not with that smile, that laugh, the goofy humor and sweet mannerisms. He still sends you flowers every few weeks - just as the previous ones are about to die. Itâs so thoughtful; youâve started feeling a bit warm every time you look at them.
But you feel greedy, being even remotely interested in anyone else. You have Kyle and Brandon (even if you two are going through a⌠patch) and that should be enough for you. Shouldnât it? Youâve never been with more than one person at a time before; it took you weeks to shake the compulsory guilt when you first met Kyle. It feels almost unforgivably audacious to want Johnny too, especially since heâs Kyleâs best mate.
Still⌠Kyleâs not a jealous or passive-aggressive guy. Youâve been with him long enough now that you know heâd just tell you outright if he was unhappy about something. And heâs been with you long enough that he can surely tell youâre more than a bit fond of Johnny.
Maybe thatâs why he made the joke about âsmoochingâ him.
Regardless, you want to talk to him about it. Things always make sense when you think out loud to him. His levelheaded and practical approach to difficult topics always straightens your panic spirals out into neat lines.
Plus, itâs not as comforting to hold your own hand. (God, when is he getting back?)
âWhere are you going?â
You blink up at Brandon, folded pajamas in hand.
âThe Hay Festival,â you answer.
Speaking of - you slip past him into the bathroom. He doesnât follow, rooted to the spot spinning his phone around in his hands.
âAlone?â
You snort. âOf course not, Iâm going with a friend.â
The allergy pills are at the bottom of the medicine basket beneath the sink. You really need to organize it the next time Johnnyâs too busy to hang out. Thereâs no way you need three bottles of paracetamol.Â
âI need that suitcase.â
You toss the bottle in and pivot for the dresser. âWhat for?â
He shifts, eyes sliding away. âAn⌠overnight.â
Ah. Thatâs what heâs calling it now?
You snatch a few (too many) pairs of underwear from the dresser.
âJust bring them here,â you say over your shoulder.
Thereâs a long, tense beat of silence but youâre too busy rummaging for socks to break it first. Will it be too warm for thigh-highs? Eh, youâll go with the sheer ones; the little lace roses match one of your dresses anyway.
âBring who here?â Brandon asks slowly.
When you turn, he looks paler than usual. You shrug, trying to project casual comfort.
This is a totally normal and reasonable conversation to have. Just a couple in an open relationship, discussing a stranger coming to the house for a shag. Nothing to make a fuss over.
âWhoever you need the suitcase for? I know youâve had people over before anyway, and Iâll be gone all weekend.â
He stutters, color returning to his face in bright pink blooms. âWhy do you think Iâve had people over before?â
You arch an eyebrow. âI do the laundry, remember? And there was lipstick on one of the wine glasses.â
That had sent you into a tizzy at the time, disgusted that some stranger was in your bed, with your fiancĂŠ. You washed the sheets twice on the hottest setting and tossed in a bit of bleach for good measure. Hadnât been able to look at him the whole week - not that he was there much to not look at.
Now, though, you seem to have adjusted to the idea, even if youâre still not thrilled. Brandon can have his⌠whoever over, and youâll goof around with Johnny in Wales.
âJust toss the bedding in the wash afterwards,â you add.
âI thought you do the laundry,â he sniffs.
âIâm not traveling all day just to do chores when I get home,â you answer. He does a double take like youâve started speaking a new language. âYouâll be here all weekend, Iâm sure youâll have time.â
He opens his mouth, and you can tell already that heâs about to argue - though you donât really know what about. Itâs not like he canât do laundry or dishes, after all. He lived alone before you moved in together.
Thankfully, his phone distracts him before he can form the words. He spins away to tap at the screen and shuffles out of the room, shoulders till tense. You go back to packing and teasing Johnny about the amount of hair gel heâll bring.
Friday afternoon canât come fast enough. Even though youâve taken a half day from work, the few hours seem to drag. Youâre practically daydreaming about the food and drinks, music and activities. Thereâs a bakerâs dozen art stalls you want to check out as well, and a gift to pick out for KyleâŚ
âHope yer thinkinâ oâ me when ye make thaâ face.â
Your head snaps around so fast, you nearly give yourself whiplash. Johnny grins down at you in all his casually handsome glory â ripped jeans, green tee, and brown boots. Angels are singing somewhere, you think. Or maybe thatâs just your nosy coworkers ogling from their own cubicles.
The reality of him sinks in a moment later and you leap up from your cushy chair â and right into his arms. Heâs like a furnace compared to the cool, conditioned air of your office, a welcome source of warmth for your chilly fingers.
âWhat are you doing here?â you giggle. âWho let a rowdy guy like you in?â
He smells like bergamot and pine. It takes active thought to resist pressing your face into the crook of his neck. It looks cozy there.
As always, he squeezes you a bit tighter just before letting go.
âHey now, Marcyâs a discerning lady. She knows a fine gentleman when she sees one.â
You snort, belied by the smile curling your lips. âShe may need new glass then.â
âOch, donât go talkinâ poor about my second-best gal now.â
âIs it that easy to get in your good graces?â you scoff, glancing at the time on your computer. Itâs later than you expected; no wonder he came up to retrieve you. You spent so long daydreaming that youâve lost track of time.
âAw donâ be green, dove, youâre still my number one. Send ye flowers ân all.â
You roll your eyes at him. âYeah, and now Iâm wondering just how special that is.â
He stands close, proclaiming his case for how obviously special you are while you shut everything down for the weekend. Youâre only half listening to the bit, admittedly. Mostly just basking in your excitement for the mini road trip and the weekend to come. You have no doubt that itâs going to be fun, even if it would be better with Kyle along too.
âWhere are you headed off to?â Lucy asks.
âHay Festival,â you answer shortly.
Youâve never been a big fan of Lucy, but lately sheâs been insufferable. Talking over you during meetings, leaving you out of emails, throwing away papers at the printer. (Okay, you havenât seen her do that last one, but you know.) Worst of all, she can help but make backhanded comments about every flower delivery.
âYouâre not taking Brandon?â she simpers. âSomething wrong?â
âHeâs hanging out with a friend this weekend too,â you correct, âand he doesnât like hay.â
âShame that,â Johnny adds, sounding like itâs not a shame at all.
You havenât told him much about Brandon â but youâre sure that Kyle has. From the face Johnny makes the rare times your fiancĂŠ comes up in conversation, he doesnât think much of Brandon.
âHave fun you two!â your manager, Selene, calls.
You wave and shoot Lucy one last, unimpressed glance before stepping onto the elevator with Johnny.
r/CakeEater _OnBrand_ My fiancĂŠ is going on a weekend getaway with another man. Iâve posted in r/adultery and r/cakeeater before. Iâm not looking for judgement or insults here. I really just want advice.
A little context: my fiancĂŠ and I are in an open relationship and itâs been like this for a few months now. I originally asked her to ope the relationship and for a while she was weird about it but lately sheâs been getting sbetter. I thought she was finally getting used to me going out with other women and things were getting back to normal.
A few weeks ago, I noticed she was on her phone more. Like, all the time. Even at dinner when she used to be really picky about phones at the table. One day I came home from work and she was talking on the phone to someone. Giggling and laughing. When I turned the corner she was kind of blushing too. It kind of bothered me but I figured she was talking to a friend and just hot from cooking or something.
Lucy texted me pissed off one day, asking why I was sending my fiancĂŠ flowers but not her. I told her I hadnât sent any flowers. I think theyâre way too expensive for how long they realistically last and that they take up a lot of unnecessary space. But I thought it was weird that someone was sending my fiancĂŠ flowers and got kind of uncomfortable. Thatâs a pretty romantic gesture and her family isnât the type to randomly send flowers either.
I tried taking her out on a date but she was all mopey again and turned her phone to âdo not disturbâ so I wouldnât even see if she was texting someone. We donât have much to talk about now. I love her but sheâs not a good storyteller or into very interesting things. All her âfunny storiesâ are just mundane things that happen during the day. Weâve run out of interesting topics about because weâve been together so long. (Thatâs why I like having more than one partner.)
Yesterday she randomly started packing for a trip. I donât even think she was planning to tell me until I asked her. She was packing a bunch of cute clothes too. Like dresses and tights and things like that. Stuff she only used to wear on our dates. I asked who she was going with and she just said âa friendâ which is weird because she would usually say the name of someone even if I donât remember who they are.
Well today Lucy sent me a picture of my fiancĂŠ leaving her job with some guy. I couldnât see his face because he was turned away, but I could see the side of my fiancĂŠâs face and she was smiling at him. I got this awful sinking feeling in my chest like it was hard to breathe. It took me a few minutes to process that sheâs going away for a weekend with a complete stranger.
Doesnât she know how dangerous that is? Where did she even meet this guy? Theyâll be gone all weekend so are they sharing a room? A bed? I nearly threw up thinking all these things as I called her.
I asked her to cancel her plans and come home. She seemed confused and reminded me that her plans were with someone else and it would be rude to ditch last minute. I told her I wanted to spend the weekend with her and that Iâd been missing her. She seemed surprised and said that sheâd see me on Sunday night, but she was looking forward to the festival with her âfriendâ and wanted to go. As a last ditch effort I asked if her friend was more important than me, nearly begging at that point. She must have heard the desperation in my voice, but she just told me that she was already on the road and it was too late.
My fiancĂŠ doesnât like lying but itâs hard to believe this guy was just a friend. Even if she sees him as a friend I know how men think and I doubt he sees her the same way.
She said some other weird stuff before she left about having someone over while she was gone. I donât get it. How could she just casually invite someone else into our house like that? Has she had other people over? Is she dating now?
Iâm not sure what to do. I donât like that she put this trip over me. Should I talk to her about how bad this makes me feel? Should I call again and tell her to come home more forcefully? Am I blowing all of this out of proportion?
Edit: she doesnât know that Iâve been seeing Lucy. I havenât told my fiancĂŠ about any of the women Iâve been seeing. (mostly just Lucy and Rachel. Iâve done a lot of texting through apps and gone on a bunch of first place, but most women donât put out right away and I usually canât be bothered to get to know them better). Even then, I wouldnât tell her about lucy. They donât get along and never have. It would cause a lot of unnecessary drama.
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Courting, Pining, or Flirting?Â
Characters: All NRC students x reader (seperately)
Fandom: Twisted WonderlandÂ
Genre: fluff
Do the NRC boys court you, pine for you, or flirt with you?Â
HEARTSLABYUL
Riddle Rosehearts will do his best in courting you. Raised to be strict and formal, he has virtually no idea of what love is, or how to express it. The best he got was the fairytales of princesses and knights in his childhood. So heâll follow their lead to the best of his ability. Riddle will give you his blazer jacket, and take your arm in his when navigating crowded hallways- heâll even bow to you when saying goodnight, placing a tender kiss on your hand. Riddle might need a bit of a confidence boost before he performs a moonlight soliloquy under your balcony, though.Â
Ace Trappola, unsurprisingly, enjoys flirting with you. What can he say, heâs a fun-loving guy! That extends to all parts of his life, including you. When the two of you are watching movies on his laptop in Ramshackle Dorm, heâll tug the blanket away, forcing you to cuddle up to him for warmth. One day in class, a crumpled paper ball will hit you on the shoulder, reading: DO YOU LIKE ME? YES/NO ;) Itâs childish, but somehow endearing.
Deuce Spade, ever the gentleman, will try (keyword: try) his best in courting you. His mom didnât raise a brat! Listening to her advice, heâll buy you flowers, ask you out on the weekends, and drape his jacket over your shoulders when you get cold. Itâs a lot less smooth than it sounds, though. Heâll be a blushing, stuttering mess the entire time and accidentally spill his plans to you before he can execute them. Then heâll apologize and spill even more of his plans- and alas, the cycle continues.Â
Trey Clover is surprisingly good at flirting! Trey is confident in his ability to charm people. Even the most uptight of Prefects tend to relax a little around him. Of course, the delicious handmade pastries he often brings along with him are just a bonus. Theyâre an easy way to strike up a conversation with you, getting you to spill more and more about yourself to him. Heâs comfortable to talk to, isnât he? Oh, is that baked good your favorite? Expect a box of them to show up on your desk within the next week, along with a coy little note: Sweets for the sweet.Â
Cater Diamond, on the surface, is definitely into flirting. He chases anything and everything within a fifty-meter radius of himself, and giving his posts on Magicam so much as a comment will result in a Hey cutie ;) popping up in your DM notifications at 1 AM. But with a person that Cater truly loves, face to face, he wonât do anything more than stay by your side as a supportive friend, pining from afar. Heâs afraid of messing this up. Do you even see him that way? Please say you do.Â
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Leona Kingscholar does all three, in the order of pining, courting, and flirting. Hear me out: Leona pines, but not in a hopeless way. Instead, he just figures that he doesnât have the time or emotional investment for a relationship. But once the feelings began to grow, Leona gets desperate. He doesnât want opportunities to slip through his fingers without doing anything. So heâll begin subtly hanging out with you more, until it reaches the courting stage. At that point, he becomes visibly softer and less harsh around you. Heâll only really be comfortable flirting and being playful with you once youâre in an established relationship, not before.Â
Ruggie Bucchi is into casual flirting- Well, heâs into it until he realizes heâs fallen so hard that he canât climb back out. Itâs all fun and games to him at first. Oh, you want to pet his ears? Maybe trading that cookie of yours from the lunch buffet would be suitable collateral. You think he looks good in the PE uniform? Thereâs more where that came from. Want him to accompany you on a late-night errand? Of course! He loves spending time with you- Wait, when did that happen?Â
Jack Howl follows his sharp instincts on everything, and every sign is pointing at him courting you like a true gentleman. He knows heâs a little rough around the edges, but heâs got no problem cleaning his act up for you. Putting on a suit and tie and using a bit of gel in his hair and around his ears is a small price to pay for your affection. Heâs not particularly shy about showing you he has feelings for you, but outright telling you might take a bit more time and effort.
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Azul Ashengrotto is painfully, unequivocally deep in pining for you. Thereâs just no way around it is there? Oh, what he wouldnât give to crawl into his tako pot and hide when youâre around. Youâre on his mind every second of every day, and he lays in bed every night wondering if you see him the same way. Is he handsome to you? Is he smart? He wants to hold you so bad but he wonât do it until you tell him yes, I like you too, first.
Jade Leech, ever the calm, collected one, excels at smooth flirting. He just knows you like him as much as he likes you, and heâs not afraid to point it out. Itâs not like youâre subtle about it either- with the way you sit in a corner booth of Mostro Lounge for hours, just to be able to talk with him after-hours over leftover pastries and tea. You wouldnât mind if he did this with you more often, would you?Â
Floyd Leech has his unique way of flirting, just like everything else in his life. Youâre just so exciting, Shrimpy! Wonât you tell him a little more about your day? Even just the little things, like how many pages of notes you took in History of Magic class or an answer to a test question or two- heâs kidding, heâs kidding! All jokes aside, Floyd truly does enjoy your company and the ways you spice up his life.Â
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Kalim Al-Asim does none of the three, surprisingly. Heâs so bright it might not even occur to you that heâs interested until youâre already three layers deep. Heâs always been a friendly person, so when he begins inviting you to hang out all the time, you wouldnât give it a second thought. Itâs only when you notice him trying to do things for you rather than just with you do you realize his feelings might run a little deeper than just friendship. He tries to be chivalrous, but it usually just comes off as him playing at being your prince charming. The closest you could get to describing what Kalim does is playful, friendly courting- albeit a very unconventional form of it.Â
Jamil Viper is used to never getting what he wants. Somewhere along the line he stopped trying. So when you step into his life, shining but not blinding like Kalim, he hesitates. Is he ready to take such a risk? All he knows for sure is that he wants you in his life⌠someday. So quietly, in between classes and in the hallways, heâll be pining for you from afar- hoping youâll make the first move, so that he wonât have to worry about Kalim whisking you away.
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Vil Schoenheit thinks he has never met someone so beautiful before. You might even be half as beautiful as he is! Itâs a huge compliment coming from someone like him. Youâre also half as smart, almost as strong, and maybe heâd consider taking you out for lunch- but donât get it twisted! Heâs doing this out of the goodness of his heart. (He likes you. He really likes you. Please date him.) Itâs not very good flirting, but heâs trying his best.
Rook Hunt is flamboyant and genuine in everything he does, which includes flirting with you, his longtime crush. You have the most beautiful smile heâs ever seen! Would you mind if he admired it for a while? Heâll brag about you to everyone around him, much to the irritation of Vil, who finds it offensive that his biggest supporter has âbetrayedâ him for another. Rook doesnât care, though. If you so pleased, heâd be more than happy to walk you to your next class. Anything to bask in your unmatched beauty just a few seconds longer.Â
Epel Felmier is good at flirting, and heâs confident about it too! A rough and tumble farm boy like him needs a cute thing on his arm to show off, doesnât he? Donât laugh at him- heâs trying to impress you. Heâll do anything he can to prove to you that heâs a strong, capable person and your perfect match. Let him carry your books, and serve you in the cafeteria buffet line. When you share a snack together, heâll lean just a bit too close, letting his cheek brush against yours before pulling away. Come on, look him in the eyes! Or are you too shy~
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Idia Shroud has never met you in real life. Youâve never seen his face, but heâs seen yours through the camera of his tablet at housewarden meetings. Maybe itâs the pent up stress speaking, but wow, youâre way out of his league. Best to make casual conversation and repress his pining over a game of online chess, lest he screw it all up in real life.Â
DIASOMNIA
Malleus Draconia is a lonely soul who knows little more than a life of isolation. When you walk into his life, unafraid of the twisted black crown that sits on his head or the ominous aura that seems to surround him, he has to wonder if after all these years heâs finally found his soulmate. Immediately, he wants to make plans to see you every day, to listen to you ramble about anything and everything beyond the briar walls around his castle. Stay a while and talk with him, wonât you? Malleus is the true definition of patience and indulgence when heâs courting you.Â
Lilia Vanrouge isnât one for mere high school relationships. Heâs a father and a general! Heâs got a teenager to raise and armies to lead, on top the infamously heavy homework load from NRC classes. Youâd have to be really important to him to find a place in his ancient heart. Sure, heâll have his fun with flirting and all, but no one can really expect a thousand-year old fae to fall in love⌠right?
Sebek Zigvolt is shocked, no pun intended. Thereâs no way a fae like himself has fallen for a mere human! No, he wonât accept it. Sebek will turn in somersaults and bend over backwards to make any excuse on why he is not in love with you, heâs just a bit agitated today! Ironically, he makes things harder for himself with this mindset, condemning himself to pining for you from afar.Â
Silver, like his name, wants to be your knight in shining armor- heâs just not quite sure how to go about it yet. He supposes heâll ask for your parentsâ permission to begin courting you, first. Thatâs the tradition in the Valley of Thorns after all. But when Lilia points out that itâs a bit old-fashioned, heâll simply agree and go along with whatever terrible plans the rest of Diasomnia comes up with next. Be prepared to be barraged with an awful yet endearing mix of pick-up lines, cheesy love letters, and classic romance songs that this quartet comes up with in their free time. The best thing? Silver himself wonât even be awake for half of it.Â
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The Feeling Came Late
Prologue
pairings: grumpy!college student!Harry x fem!sunshine!reader
summary: Harry hates Y/N, it seems like it's been like that forever. He's quick to insult and correct her even when she's right, he's just always been the only one to pick on her no matter what she does. She doesn't understand why it's like this between them or what she did to make him dislike her so much, but what if it's all just a lie?
overall warnings: slow burn, eventual smut, sexual tension, kind of enemies to lovers, angst, alcohol consumption and drug mentions, foul language, Harry is a major asshole in this tbh, heavy on the grumpy x sunshine in this.
chapter .5/? (wc: 1.5k)
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Fond memories ignored, thrown away in a second as if they meant nothing to him. Like the years of laughter were all just a dream, but theyâre not. They were real and it drove him crazy. Harry only stared at the wall, face red and tears streaming down his face angrily. He didnât know what to do, he was lost. He was angry, angry at the world, at himself because that was his best friend and at her.Â
He was just a boy, a kid when it happened. Happy in his âprime yearsâ of high school, he was thriving academically and socially. He was on top of his class work and one of the top students in all of his classes, alongside his childhood friend. They stayed friendly whenever they competed against each other, giving their congratulations when the other won in anything. Harry enjoyed the thrill of trying to be the first one to turn in his assignment though, he enjoyed the friendly banter they shared afterwards and during. It became their normal, he looked forward to it.Â
Then it happened, and he was left broken. A shell of the smart and extroverted boy he once was. He can remember every detail of that day, he had just come home from hanging out with his childhood best friend â they had just gotten done studying and finishing the last episode of the season of their favorite TV show â when his mom walked alongside with him. The ride back home from her house to his was silent, filled with a sense of sadness and Harry couldnât understand why she wasnât happy. His mom was happy when she dropped him off at school that morning. She sat him down in their living room and said that this was important, and told him. She kept apologizing and trying to reassure him that everything was being done, tried, efforts were being done. They were going to fix this, help him.Â
Of course, Harryâs just a kid whoâs already dealing with all the new emotions of puberty and teenage feelings, so he screamed at her. Yelled something along the lines of âNo, youâre lying and I hate youâ but thatâs still up for debate, he doesnât think of this day often. Heâd stormed away from her crying figure, her apologies are no good to him, wonât make everything better. He cried, screamed and threw things. He destroyed his room, tearing down pictures and throwing trophies, his vision was blurred from all of the tears in his eyes. He hated himself, it wasnât his fault though. Nothing he couldâve done would have changed what happened, he couldnât have stopped it. He knows that deep down, but he has to put the blame on someone, and it only makes sense that it has to be him.Â
When he calmed down some, heâd taken all of his pictures off the wall, he couldnât look at all of the times he was happy. It only reminded him of the feeling in his chest, and he stashed them all away in a box to be kept in his closet. Out of sight, out of mind he hopes will be the cause, but he kept two pictures. He couldnât bear to have them forgotten, even if they were going to be locked away still. They were special, the people in the picture were special. Theyâll always be special, so he cried some more as he placed them in his nightstand drawer. He spent the majority of the night crying, the tears seemed never ending and he hated it. He ignored his mom calling him for dinner and his sister who knocked on his door to check on him. She only sighed and reminded him that she loves him and will be there for him if he needs anything before she left him alone and headed back to her own room.Â
Over time, he changed. It wasnât gradual though, it was very noticeable. He stopped trying to compete with her, stopped trying to be the first anything. He stopped raising his hand, stopped putting efforts into presentations and powerpoints, stopped caring. He started getting into weed, he refused to try any of the harder stuff â not like his friends would give him any, they still had somewhat good morals and he also tried drinking. (A good thing about having older friends is the easy access to these types of things.) He stopped wearing soft and colorful clothes and started wearing darker clothes, jeans with rips in them and short sleeved shirts tight enough to showcase his growing muscles. He worked out more, wasnât the lanky little boy she used to know anymore, his language expanded, started using more curse words and his tone grew disinterested and mean.
 He knew she watched him from a distance with sad eyes, he knew she tried to help him. He listened from his doorway as his mom talked to her, saying any excuse she can think of to not worry the little girl.Â
âHarryâs just not feeling very good, dear.â âHarryâs just tired, heâs had a long day.â âYou know teenage boys can be difficult dear, heâll come around soon,â and other excuses were told to his friend when she came to check on him. He couldnât exactly make out what the girl was saying in response to his mom, sheâs always been such a soft speaker, and it upsets him more. He just wants to be left alone and she cares so much for him that she just want to help in any way, and he doesnât want to be rude and tell her to fuck off so he has his mom deal with it. Sheâs the emotional support thinker, not him.Â
After a couple of minutes he hears the door shut so he closes his bedroom door and sits back on his bed, the two pictures laid out on his bed as a reminder of the love for his two closest friends, but also as a reminder of the pain he feels and the tears shed over something that wasn't his fault, the blame he put on himself. He sighs sadly as he looks at them once more before he gathers them and sets them in his nightstand drawer. He tries not to look at those pictures too often, he hates how they make him feel. Any time he looks at his best friendâs photo, it fills him with overwhelming sadness, bitter and hurtful. It fills his chest and makes him feel like heâs drowning in sadness, thereâs sometimes a hint of anger but thatâs never at him. Itâs always directed towards himself, not his friend. He could never be mad at him, he was the closest guy friend heâs had and will ever have, he wonât have another one. When he looks at hers, it used to be happiness, love and adoration but itâs turned into anger and jealousy. Her name will always leave a bitter taste in his mouth, his lips will always turn into a frown at the fleetest thought of her.Â
He hates her, hates how smart she is, how sheâs always somehow better at everything than him even when he spent hours working on something. He loathes how she just always knows what to say. He hates how she never fell off or even wobbled off the hill she was on no matter what was going on in her life. He dislikes how much he wishes he could be like that. He abhors how much even though he wants nothing to do with her right now that he still longs to be those little kids playing together and studying and gossiping. He especially hates how deep down he hopes that sheâll wait for him or beg for him to let her in, how he actually wants her to fight for their friendship. He loathes how much he misses her.
Instead of acting on those terrible ideas in his head on rekindling their friendship, he focuses on his popularity. High school ends and during the summer he experiments with his look, becomes a ladiesâ man and immerses himself in that. He enjoys sex, the feeling of it all. The intimacy of something shared between two people, the feverish kisses and the sounds of his partners enjoying themselves. Itâs a very good distraction from the one person who doesnât seem to leave his mind. His reputation as a ladiesâ man and a very skilled person grows, he becomes popular not only with the ladies in school but also with the fellow jocks of the school. He dabbled a little bit in the sports aspect of his education, he also tried out for the soccer team at his school. Heâs always loved the sport, even as a little boy, something about the running and kicking balls amused him. He was also a pretty fast learner which helped his case a lot, but he still passed. He dabbled in a lot of different sports, not wanting to tie himself down to just one thing which applied to multiple different areas in the boyâs life. He tried anything to rid himself of one of the two names that haunts him no matter what.
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saw that you're in your got era so perhaps jealousy headcanons for the got or hotd characters? đ literally anyone from these characters - robb, jaime, margaery, oberyn, theon, cersei or ramsay, I'd love to see your interpretation on any of them ! ( or aemond, alicent, aegon, gwayne, OTTO !!, larys, daemon or mysaria for hotd, again whichever era you feel like it !!) and just for future reference, do you write for asoiaf characters or mainly the shows?
'LOVE CAN KILL, [jealousy! hcs]
-GOT / HOTD CHARACTERS X READER-
â Characters ⏠Robb, Jaime, Margaery, Oberyn, Cersei, Joffrey, Ramsay, Tyrion, The Hound, Aemond, Aegon, Alicent, Gwayne, Daemon
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â tags/warnings. GOT and HOTD!characters x female reader. SFW! But naturally, some of these characters get a bit suggestive! Possessive behavior, canon typical violence, etc. Please send in more GOT/HOTD requests! Apologies this took so long, this is more characters in a post than I've ever done lol. Unfortunately I'm not super familiar with Otto, Larys, Theon, or Mysaria, so I decided to pick some characters I'm more familiar with! (Joffrey is my #1 favorite of all time, my sincerest apologies.) Whew, 14 characters ! For right now I'm only writing for the TV shows! (i've only read book 1, lol)
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⍠âI wasn't thinking when I told you to stay.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
With Robb, it's all about the body language. And boy, he's horrible at hiding it.
He can have a hard time placing the feeling as jealousy. He was raised to be honorable. But feelings of...neglect run deep with him. Oldest child syndrome, if you will.
Which is why his jealousy most likely manifests in subdued, quiet behavior. Part of him will recognize he's being ridiculous, while another part of him is silently fuming. Fists clenched, he'll send you an intense stare as he watches you converse with another lord.
His emotions leak through his expressions. When he catches you staring back, his gaze will flit down, and he'll wait patiently for you're time. Or...in most cases...he'll march right up, placing himself between you and the man. Maybe a small, "I'll take it from here." If the lord is offering to help you with something.
A subtle touch on the small of your back. It's a small claim, a subtle "back-off."
A lot of his jealousy also transforms into protectiveness more than anything. He'll offer to accompany reader to places he wouldn't normally be concerned about. He's close by, and he's reminding her wordlessly, he's watching over her and any threat.
Finally, when you two are alone, will he drop down that guard of his. Covering up that burning pit inside him with casual humor, you can sense the underlaying seriousness of his voice in his light teases.
"Youâre quite popular these days. Should I be worried that Iâm not your only admirer?"
He certainly beds you, having something to prove. And only afterwards when you are in his arms, sweaty and warm from the candlelight, wrapped in furs...will he calm down.
"Itâs not that I donât trust you⌠Itâs them I donât trust. Some men donât know how to keep their place." He'll whisper, holding onto you firmly.
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⍠âYou don't know that you're in over your head.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
Jaime's jealousy is burning. It's simply the way he was raised. And gods, you are his.
Numerous sarcastic remarks flow between the two of you and the man who he believes has essentially stolen your affections. His taunts are offhand, dry remarks, often directed towards his "opponent" or even you, if he's feeling bitter enough.
"I didnât realize he was such a comedian. Maybe I should ask him for pointers." He'll say, with that sarcastic drawl. "If I didnât know better, Iâd say you were trying to make me jealous. Not that it would work, of course." He chuckles, but his gaze is sharp.
Depending on the offense, Jaime's reactions differ. If you simply have an admirer, a few...well chosen words are directed towards them. His confidence allows him to not be too bothered. Maybe standing closer, clearly showing off to whatever poor soul thought they had a shot with you.
It's a different story if you are friends with the person involved, or entertain their advances even mildly or jokingly.
That's when the uncharacteristic tension comes out, full of small twitches in his jaw and curt, smug responses. His visible annoyance is uncontrolled.
We saw how he was with Loras when it came to Cersei. If he feels truly threatened, whether it's by another pretty boy, or just someone he feels could...hypothetically...have the upper hand...He'll corner them when you're off somewhere else. And give a small warning, from the Kingslayer himself.
"You seem to have forgotten who you're dealing with, so let me remind you." He leans in just close enough for his words to sink in. "Whatever you think you might be to her⌠youâre not. Letâs keep it that way, hm? I'd hate to see you make any...lasting mistakes."
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⍠âIt was just too hard to push you away.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
Margaery is smart with her feelings. She knows how to play the game, and play it well. Instead of showing her jealousy openly, she's a touch more composed than most characters on this list.
She recognizes just how precious you are, and admires that. She doesn't necessarily blame others when they become...attached to you.
When jealousy arises, she views it more as a small problem in need of being handled. And she knows how to handle things.
She embraces the graceful competition, subtly outshining anyone who seems to get in the way of her goals. Her goal being you're affection, of course. You're already hers, and she sees no problem in working to keep it that way.
This appears in gestures of strategic sweetness to keep you close, perhaps wearing your favorite gowns on her, and offering that charming smirk. She doesn't shy away from manipulating you, just a teeny bit.
"Theyâre certainly captivated by you. I suppose Iâll have to work harder to keep your attention." She teases, "Besides, who could ever compare to us?"
Her words carry a playful undertone, but she makes her point clear. Laughing charmingly, threading her arm through yours.
Very rarely does she think she's in any serious danger. She prides herself on being yours and knowing how to keep you on a tight leash. Though...if she feels genuinely worried, she expresses her feelings quite clearly but still gently. She reminds her lover of their shared goals, and all that they've built together.
"My, you do attract admirers easily, donât you? Iâll have to start guarding you more closely." She gives you a playful look, though her touch on your arm will linger just a bit longer than usual.
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Oberyn doesn't feel insecure. How could he? He knows, deep down, that you're his. Jealousy isn't something he confines himself too, he views it as an ugly emotion, capable of getting rid of the true wonders love has to offer.
That being said...he is only a man. And he is fiercely protective. If anyone were to flirt with you and you were clearly uninterested, it would be a swift death, or at the very least, he'd make his point clear with a blow or two and a cutting edge remark. Especially if they are a Lannister. He enjoys you being admired, but only to a certain extent.
"Your efforts are wasted, theyâre far too captivating for someone like you. Iâd suggest you find someone more... suited to your charms." He begins, hand itching for his spear, "Consider this your first and last warning."
Yeah, he means business.
Most of the time, he spins the situation to show-off. Showcase his own passion and devotion to you. If it's simply a friend of yours, he may even offer them to join in. If not, he'll spend the entire night practically worshipping you, promising that he's the only one who could ever make you feel like this.
Similarly to Margaery, he teases you lightly.
"You have a lovely laugh. But I must admit, itâs much better when itâs for me alone."
Oberyn doesn't shy away from PDA either. It's that assertive reclaiming he seems to favor, pulling you close, whispering something that affirms your affections for each other. He'll revel when he watches the other mans face fall in dismay.
He might get cocky, and push it a bit far. By the time he's done, the 'competition' will be utterly humiliated and embarrassed. He'll be smirking at his own quips.
"I assure you, my friend, my lover favors...more substantial things." He motions to the poor mans crotch.
You're gonna have to give him a slap on the arm.
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Cersei's jealousy is intense and multifaceted, to say the least. It manifests in a mix of cold fury and harsh threats, channeling that anger into much more controlling behavior.
Deep down, she is terribly insecure. Once another man or woman as your attention, and she catches on, she's coolly lashing out. And she catches on quickly.
At first she may appear indifferent, but if you look close enough, you can see the subtly giveaways. The way her lip curls, her nostrils flare, and her knuckles go white gripping her wine chalice.
If you're the first one to confront her, and attempt to reassure her, you'll save yourself some trouble down the line. Guaranteed, she'll deny it, but still make a passive-aggressive remark here and there. But eventually she'll calm down, edges softening.
That rare moment of vulnerability that you're not sure is manipulation or not. She'll look towards the ground, running her thumb over you're hand on her cheek. She'll sit on the edge of her bed, jaw clenched.
Now, it's a whole different story if you don't catch on to the early signs. If you don't manage to reassure or call her out in time, that jealousy implodes.
She may confront you first, anger bleeding through her. She runs on it. She may even threaten you, oblivious to the potential consequences her words might have.
âYou think you can charm your way into my affections by paying attention to that little fool?" She's standing up, loathing distorting her features. Her voice raises. "Perhaps I should throw a feast in her honor. Letâs see how charming she is when surrounded by my people."
It's threats and threats and more and more threats...which can be especially worrying if the person she's jealous of is a friend of yours.
Almost every scenario ends with you having to comfort her, treading carefully with the words you say.
Now, when it comes to confronting the competition, she makes it very clear. Though, these threats are often much more impulsive. A swig of wine, and she gracefully moves towards them when you're out of sight.
A faux compliment or two, before she whispers, close.
âYouâll find that my guards are quite loyal to me. A simple command, and theyâll ensure you never breathe the same air as her again.â
It only makes her feel a bit better. But, regardless, she's smiling smugly, feeling proud of herself when the offenders face turns white.
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⍠âToo much love can kill.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
Oh, Joffrey. I'm obsessed with him.
Yeah. He has the worst jealousy issues out of everyone on this list. It's baaaaad. It's a cocktail of insecurity, possessiveness, and entitlement. As someone who has been raised to believe he is above others, and has been coddled his entire life...it infuriates him.
It's the same feeling you get as a child, when someone steals one of your toys. You belong to him. He never grew out of that mentality, or that feeling.
Be prepared for plentiful outbursts of anger. He's a tantrum personified, especially if he feels disrespected. Insecurity grips him tight and refuses to let up until he's either been heavily reassured...or the other person is... taken care of.
And even then, after reassuring him for hours, it may not be enough. You know how he hired a knight to take out Tyrion in the Battle of Blackwater? Yeah. That person will be paid a little 'visit.'
When reassuring him, similar to Cersei, you really have to be careful what you say, or it might make the situation even worse. At that point, he's seeing red.
"Iâm the king! You should be grateful for my attention, not chasing after scraps!" He's huffing, pointing to himself as his breathing increases. He'll look at you with an ice cold glare, nose wrinkled in distaste.
He might even force his hand around your face, harshly grabbing you. He looks dead into your eyes, voice clear and low. "You're mine. You belong to me." He's seething.
If he notices you simply looking at anyone else too long, he'll feel beyond threatened in both his masculinity and position as king. Especially if you laugh at another mans jokes, or simply attempt to be friendly with a commoner or lord.
"Whatâs so amusing? Youâd think youâd find better entertainment than that fool." He mutters under his breath harshly, bad habit of picking at his fingers. He'll shuffle uncomfortably. He'll look to you expecting agreeance. It's 100% that mentality of 'Friends? You don't need friends. You have me.'
Yeah, he keeps the very blunt insults coming. Petulant name calling is not above him. Includes, but is not limited too, "Degenerates, Idiots, Commoners, Peasants, or Cretins" which he may describe as being "Stupid, Disgusting, Repellent, Sickening, or Revolting." He's got a LOT of those angry remarks in the bank.
While he may not directly confront the offender, (he doesn't have time for idle threats.) He has his own ways of dealing with them. And that is a public humiliation ritual, making a mockery of any rival. And if they disobey ANY whim of his, they're gone. That one scene with Tyrion at his wedding? That "Kneel!"? He's commanding the same of any man unlucky enough to have threatened his claim on you. Oh, and they're going to be his cupbearer.
Even if they do as he asks, by now his anger will have transformed into that renewed sense of cruelty. "You're fingers or your tongue?...Or I could just cut your throat."
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His jealousy may not be as overtly intense as Joffrey's, but it certainly is the scariest.
In his own words, he prefers being an only child. That same kind of mentality certainly carries over to his relationship with you. He prefers to be the only one you see that way.
He loves a good game, and that's what this is. If anything, it's quite exhilarating for him. Though, he is a huge hypocrite. For a man who thinks jealousy is boring coming from you, he feels it quite freely.
Sees it as a means of asserting dominance, whether that be through intimidation or overt manipulation. He doesn't deny it like most characters on this list. When he's feeling jealous, he says it. It's a small warning for you not to go any farther, lest worse things occur for you or the perceived threat.
He'll go up to whoever you are talking too, saccharine and honorable smile on his face. He'll casually interrupt, introducing himself as Lord Bolton's successor. Despite his calm demeanor, there is a tightness in his face, and a wicked look in his eyes, that only you can recognize. It will make you shiver.
If the rival persists, he'll find it all too amusing.
"You're bold, I'll give you that." He says with a boisterous laugh, and you already know the mans fate is sealed.
Looks like his hounds will be having another meal tonight. He'll have his men go out looking for the man, and he'll question him more...privately, when you aren't there to witness his tortuous taunts.
But for now, his focus is on you, and your loyalty to him. When he excuses the both of you, his hand is gripping yours painfully tight.
By the time you're in his chamber, he's on you, ripping your clothes off with a harsh intensity and pushing you to the wall. His nose is twitching in barely kept anger, forcing you to look at him.
We all saw that scene between him and Myranda when she threatens to marry someone else, and it was not pretty. His eyes are borderline bloodshot, and he can't keep his hands off you or your throat.
"You're mine." He leans forward, through gritted teeth. It's better you don't put up a fight, because he'll be having you and your attention one way or another.
Que the numerous kisses and bite marks soon to follow. And he is not gentle when he's inside you.
You'll never hear from the flirtatious lord again...and if you do, it's only in the prayers of his grieving family.
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Now, Tyrion's jealousy is more subdued and introspective versus some characters on this list. He has a good sense of self-awareness, and he's intelligent to figure out what he's feeling quite quickly.
At first he'll dismiss it as nothing more than an annoying feeling of insecurity he attempts to cover up. But...it doesn't last long. Especially when someone else makes you laugh. Or when Bronn makes a taunt with a half smirk, that some other fancy lord has taken a keen interest in his lady. (Bronn, you instigator!)
As such, Tyrion resorts to his usual humor to deflect any unpleasant feelings he may have when he's jealous. Similar to his brother, these witty remarks are are subtle intimidation technique, meant to dryly convey his displeasure.
"Ah, the sound of laughter. How quaint. I suppose Iâll have to work harder to earn your amusement." He forces a smile, masking his discomfort. "I didnât realize I was competing for the title of Court Jester."
These feelings of inadequacy manifest in more self-deprecating ways for Tyrion, given his anger is more controlled. He might opt to drown his sorrows, so don't be surprised if you catch him drunkenly waving his chalice around, doing poor impressions of the so-called-lord that had your attention.
This doesn't mean he won't confront the rival, though. Quite the opposite. While he won't seek the man out, (For his sake, he isn't privy to seeing the tall handsome lord in person. He's not a masochist.) If he happens to come across him flirting with you first hand, or sees him during a feast, he'll make sure to throw one or two gibes out there.
"Desperation looks unflattering on you, my friend. Perhaps you should tone it down a notch." He speaks carefully, nodding to Bronn as a subtle warning. "Or at least the best you can manage..?"
If the rival flirts with you blatantly and in front of him, I can 100% imagine him putting them down. After a flirtatious remark directed towards you, he'll make a dry comment, "Flattery is wasted on me, but do go on; Iâm always entertained by those who think they can win my affection." As if it was directed towards him. Probably shuts the man up for a moment.
When the two of you are alone, he'd be very grateful if you could just hold him. Give him that reassurance he craves when his carefree facade breaks. That moment of vulnerability means the world to him.
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⍠âI need you to go, don't fight me.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
Listen up, Sandor doesn't take shit.
Jealousy isn't an emotion Sandor is particularly used too. In fact, he didn't think he'd find anyone to love in his lifetime, so the feeling is foreign and unpleasant. And, like a mean dog, Sandor's first reaction is to growl.
He doesn't like it. Says it's constricting, and it pisses him off. Not just the pretty boy lord flirting with you, but the whole situation in general. Makes him feel vulnerable, and weak.
Naturally, his first reaction is to distance himself. He may avoid you, grumbling, spitting out vile and vulgar comments to get you to run with your tail between your legs. It's better for the both of you that way.
"You think theyâre worth your time? Just a pretty smile to distract you?" He scoffs, shaking his head. "You could do better. But then again, you always choose to suffer." He motions at himself, and it's a glimpse of that self-depreciation he buries.
But you love him for a reason, and you know that won't end well. Best way to handle him when he's jealous is to be gentle, and to listen.
He doesn't want empty reassurances. He's complicated that way, even if they are genuine. He isn't one for flowery words or overt displays of emotion, so the best way to comfort him would be to give him some space, but continue to take care of him.
It will still frustrate him, but eventually he'll cave. He'll rejoin you, silently, eventually. Won't offer any apologies, but maybe a gruff nod, and you two will commence whatever it is you two have.
In future instances, he becomes much more brutally honest with how he feels. Doesn't sugarcoat it. If he doesn't like someone, even if they are a friend, he expects them gone- or he'll take care of them regardless. That kind of possessive behavior is just something you'll have to work through.
I can imagine him silently brooding if he witnesses someone flirting with you first hand. Typically his size and reputation is enough to scare whoever away. He's looming over them, eyes dark, and ready to defend what's his.
When you take your leave, he'll confront the person with a very explicit threat or two.
"If you donât back off, Iâll find a nice dark corner to stuff you in- preferably with a pile of shit." Or, "Get any closer, and Iâll rip your tongue out and shove it down your throat."
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Aemond has the most...complex jealousy out of everyone on this list. It's layered, and the outcome may be unpredictable. It's an emotional and volatile nature that's been building up for years since he was a child.
He often had feelings of jealousy for his brother, his nephews, etc. That trauma is deeply rooted in him, and it's hard to let go of old habits, given it's been present all his life.
You'll watch his head bow in distaste when you make small conversation with other lords. How his eye will gaze at you, almost warningly. His jaw will be clenched tight, and he'll avoid eye contact, looking off to the side in anger. He doesn't want to watch.
If it's a friend of yours, he can be a bit mean, questioning your loyalty a bit harshly.
"Friendship? Is that what you call it?" He speaks, angrily. A thinly veiled threat is directed to you, "It seems more like a prelude to betrayal."
He'll brood in the corner, silently waiting. That is, unless, he deems the man goes too far.
In the scene where he gets his eye put out by Lucerys, the conversation that starts before it happens pretty much sums his jealousy up. He's firm with his claim to Vaghar, and the same goes for you.
When Rhaena states that Vaghar was hers to claim, Aemond responds in kind, "Then you should've claimed her." And puts up a hell of a fight to prove his point. That same possessiveness carries over to his relationship with you. He doesn't back down. You're his.
He has no problems getting in between you and the man he feels threatened of. He offers a blunt threat.
"I could have you torn apart, limb by limb, and Iâd sleep soundly at night. Be certain of that."
Guaranteed, mixed feelings of insecurity will rise to the surface. When you two are alone, he'll continue to brood silently, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, and body language tight.
Please do reassure him. He needs it. His eye will soften, and he'll place his hand over yours, leaning into your touch. With a soft huff of an air, a final warning slips past his lips.
"Donât make me remind you why Iâm the only one worthy of you."
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Aegon handles jealousy poorly, much like he seems to handle everything else.
It's like throwing gasoline on a fire. Once that feeling in his chest flares up, it's shown through erratic behavior, sarcasm, and attempts to assert his claim in juvenile, insecure ways. Unlike his brother, he lacks the restraint to simply brood.
No, be prepared for plenty of mocking comments directed towards the man he's threatened of, and showy displays to prove he's the better choice.
Everyone knows he is unpredictable and reckless, and possessiveness drives him to act out. He certainly overindulges to cope with his insecurity, (getting shitfaced) and will gladly push your boundaries to get your attention back on him.
Not to mention the belittling comments he'll make.
"Oh, is that who youâve chosen to entertain now? I didnât realize your taste had grown so dull."
Prone to acting overtly clingy, almost like a restless cat. He will attempt to slide over into the conversation, resting an arm around you, or even pulling you away. He doesn't care if it's 'improper.' He probably brings up his status, his bloodline, acting over-the-top.
He's also no stranger to outbursts. His temper may make him lash out impulsively, whether that be towards you or the man whose got your attention. If he's in a particular mood, be ready to deal with a screaming Aegon, threatening to slaughter and burn said rival. His fist will come down hard on the council table.
He also doesn't care if he's making a show of it in front of the council members. Que Alicent or Otto attempting to placate him. He needs to have a cooler head if he's going to be ruling the Seven Kingdoms, and this type of behavior isn't very becoming.
He definitely thinks he's owed some make-up sex, if only to quell the insecure storm raging inside him.
"You think they could satisfy you? Truly?" He says, firmly, as he steps closer. Anger is burning in his words, volume raising. "They wouldnât even know where to begin."
And he plans to show you that he's right.
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⍠âI'm afraid I'll pull you over the edge.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
Alicent experiences jealousy complexly, just like Aemond. It gnaws on her until she's at her breaking point. Rather than overt displays or confrontations, she attempts to employ more strategic distance...but it always ends up resorting in icy politeness.
She's making her displeasure known through restrained, pointed remarks. Out of duty and pride, she'll attempt to avoid direct confrontation, but she wears her jealousy on her sleeve.
I imagine her withdrawing from the situation at first, if not for anything but her own sake. Her gut reaction, out of insecurity, is to escape the situation. It honestly makes her feel sick.
Unless she's forced to stay...then she'll begrudgingly offer a tight smile. Her responses are carefully measured, and she slips into that role of "queen" rather than a lover.
A part of it stems from passive aggressiveness, and another part of it is purely subconscious.
Speaking of passive aggressiveness, she'll make some pretty cutting remarks, either questioning your loyalty or purposely feigning ignorance to the situation.
"Perhaps Iâm mistaken. But I know loyalty when I see it. Or when I donât."
It's an all bark, no bite threat towards you. But it serves as an aggressive reminder of your connection with her, and that you are now apart of her duties.
If she does interfere beforehand, she'll make indirect remarks about the person causing her jealousy, but will most likely frame it as merely her own curiosity.
Maybe just a touch of self-depreciation, unintentional manipulation. Years of Otto's techniques have rubbed off on her.
"Itâs of little consequence, truly. I simply thought I was the one you preferred to spend your time with. I may have misjudged."
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In contrast to Alicent, Gwayne has no problem when he feels threatened to step in. He's a member of a powerful house, and a knight no less. Those two things have taught him to be prideful and honorable.
He will defend your honor whenever he deems in necessary, and there are no exceptions. He certainly has a flash of a temper, but he believes he's much more restrained than others, given his training.
If he thinks someone is crossing a line, he'll interfere. He'll position himself quite closely to you, making his presence known.
He offers the man a silent warning, offering a cool, assessing look. It would be enough to communicate his disapproval.
And if the man persists...well...they'll end up with the end of a sword pointed at them.
Similar to Robb, Gwayne's jealousy appears more in his heightened protectiveness. He insists on staying close for your safety.
"Do they need to be reminded that youâre already spoken for?"
Obviously, his noble pride carries on. If he gets pushed, his jealousy will show more openly, taking the man aside, and telling them that he is more worthy of her time and attention. Might throw in a comment about his noble standing.
He'll take you aside when everything is said and done, reminding her his intentions are honorable. Everyone else is just...unworthy.
"You may not see it, but I know men like him. If he truly respected you, he wouldnât need to linger around someone elseâs beloved."
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Oh boy, you'll have to keep this man on a tight leash when his jealousy flares up. It's as intense as he is, and he shows it openly.
He'll deny it, or embrace it, depending on the severity of the perceived offense. It's closely tied to that desire for power within him he can't seem to shake. Any affront to your loyalty is an affront to his own standing.
He switches from possessive protectiveness to outright hostility. There's really no in between. It's a raw and unfiltered fury that makes his hand shake and his eye twitch.
He doesn't tolerate rivals, and he's very upfront that he's the only one fit to be by your side. This comes through when he has you all to himself on his bed...
He'll confront the person whether you want him to or not.
"If they value their limbs, theyâd remember youâre mine." He mutters casually, pacing around the room.
He carries that hard glint in his eyes. He may even mildly appreciate the sheer balls of the man stupid enough to attempt to flirt with you, but he'll shut it down quicker than anyone on this list.
"Youâve got a bold tongue. I wonder if I should cut it out..?" He'll look to you for permission. It's up to you if you wanna let the dragon loose!
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Could you do a House fanfic where after failing at treating a patient, House takes his stress and anger out on the reader? She then considers quitting being a doctor. House is confronted by Dr. Cuddy and his team, causing him to go comfort and apologize to the girl.
Uncontrolled Anger
Gregory House x Female Reader (I took it romantically for fun)
Universe: House MD
Summary: Maybe you should have known better than to question House about his feelings.
Warnings: Patient death, mentions of addictions, angst
You sat silently, your eyes on the dead body in front of you. You had watched as the team fought to help the man, all for it to fail after multiple misdiagnoses and wrong solutions. You, being a doctor, knew what they were going through. Youâd gone through it a few times with your patients.
Sighing, you rest a hand on Taubâs shoulder, offering him a reassuring smile. He returned it, then watched you go as you made your way out of the room and eventually wandered to Houseâs office. When you reached the glass door with his name on it, you stood silently for a moment with your arms crossed. He had one hand in a fist by the side of his head and the other filling out paperwork.
You brought your hand down to the handle, allowing yourself into his office. You took a few paces, then turned your attention to the big yellow chair by his bookshelf. You lowered yourself into the chair, watching him silently for a moment.
âHow are you?â You asked gently, not wanting to annoy him while he was in the middle of scribbling on the sheet.
âI donât know what youâre expecting me to say,â he muttered, still keeping his gaze away from you.
âYou could at least say that youâre okay,â you said to him, tilting your head slightly as you shook it. You knew he handled emotions horribly, in ways that often required you to intervene, âGregââ
He slammed the pen down and looked at you. And you could see why he had been avoiding your gaze to begin with, âYouâre not a therapist. In fact, youâre presently the reason I could end up needing one. I just want some peace and quiet because excuse me for not being Doctor Y/N Y/L/N.â
âWhat ââ You cut yourself off, truly hurt by his words. His blue eyes held no remorse for what he said, and you quickly stood and left the room. You bumped into Chase, but ignored him entirely as you made your way down the hall with the intention of going to the elevator.
As you stood silently in the elevator, waiting to go down to the main floor to leave for the evening, you processed why you continued to try and support the man that. You stared at the metal doors, jaw clenched as you finalized your decision.
You didnât want to work in the same building as someone like Greg House. Cuddy wouldnât fire him, heâs too good.
Once you reached the main floor, you went to the clinic, seeing if there was any help you could offer and breathing a sigh of relief when you were able to step in. You dove into working throughout the clinic, waiting patiently to be able to talk to Cuddy about what was going on.
You filed patients in and out of the room you were using, only stopping for nurses to clean and sterilize everything between each patient. However, your consistent flow was ruined by Foreman's sudden intrusion into the room. You stared at him.
"Do you need something? Because I would like to treat my patients," you informed him.
"Just checking on you," he shrugged, tucking his hands in his pants pocket and leaning against the door, further preventing you from leaving the room, let alone treating your patients.
"I am fine," you muttered, tossing a file on the counter and crossing your arms. You leaned against the counter, "I am tired of him behaving like a child; I never thought I'd consider leaving my position because Cuddy refuses to fire House."
"I can talk to her for you,"
"Not worth it," you shook your head, "Now can you please go?"
Foreman was reluctant for a moment, but then nodded his head and walked out of the room. Your next patient came in, and you returned to your job.
Little did you know, Foreman was taking matters into his own hands despite your protests. The team liked you, there was no denying it, so of course he turned to Cuddy because of what you'd said. It was hard to believe, especially when you typically had a strong relationship with House, even when he was being childish.
House was in his office when Cuddy went search for him, her hands on her hips. He stared blankly upon her arrival, a frown on his face as he waited for what she had to say.
"You're going to make her quit,"
"Her?" House asked, shaking his head and shrugging as he waited for an elaboration. He looked toward the office door to see the team staring at him with disapproving looks, which caused him to sigh and roll his eyes, "Y/n's choices are not my fault."
âYouâre pathetic,â Cuddy muttered. House shrugged. To him, there was no point in denying it. Cuddy clenched her jaw, âI thought you liked her!â
âSheâs ear grating, like you,â Lisa frowned and House shrugged once more.
âI canât lose another good doctor because of your antics, House,â
She spun on her heel and marched out of the room, leaving House to his own thoughts.
It was early in the evening, youâd showered and done some dishes, when there was a knock on your door. You were less than enthusiastic to open it, especially after peering through the hole to see House on the other side. He leaned on his cane lazily, a bag of what was clearly takeout food in his other hand as he looked down at you.
âWhat do you want?â
âI come bearing food,â he held the back up to emphasize his point.
You rolled your eyes and moved to slam the door in his face, but it made contact with his cane instead. House let himself in, limping toward your couch and plopping on it. The smell of the Chinese takeout hit your nose, making your mouth water as you pushed the door shut the rest of the way and turned to face the man on your couch.
âWhat do you want?â You repeated, less than enthused and lacking the emotion you usually had when speaking to House.
âNot a lot of hospitals would be willing to take you,â he spoke matter of factly. He dug into the brown paper bag, pulling out bulls of food and beginning to eat out of his own, âForeman struggled to get a new job when he had to leaveââ
âForeman was accused of malpractice, and caught,â you reminded House.
âMalpractice is a common occurrence in this hospital, you think any other Dean would hire someone whoâs worked with me? Youâre poorly mistaken, Dollface,â
âYouâre a piece of shit,â you spat, shaking your head and storming into the kitchen, âYou know that?â
âI just call em like I see em,â
âIf you donât have anything genuine to say, then leave,â
There was silence, and then you heard your couch creak as he got up. Good, he got the point. That was what you thought until you heard his cane moving across the linoleum floor of your kitchen. You turned to see Greg House standing over you, and you gulped.
âWhat do you expect me to do here?â He questioned.
âOh I donât know, apologize?â You countered, side stepping him to grab a glass from a cupboard, âI was helping you. Making sure you were okay and not going to do something stupid after losing a patient â but apparently that wasnât good enough, hm?â
âY/nââ
âNo, all I wanted to do was help you,â you faced him, âeverybody in that damned hospital does what they can to help you, and this is how you repay us? Thatâs real shitty, House.â
House. Unlike everyone else, you rarely used his last name when talking to him. When speaking of him, sure, when in professional settings, almost always. But never in the privacy of you two or amongst friends. Thatâs when he realized the reality of what heâd caused.
âY/n, Iâm sorry,â he spoke, taking a step toward you. He leaned his cane on the counter and placed his hands on your waist. You didnât move your arms from your sides, merely looking into his blue eyes to see if he was being genuine.
It seemed too good to be true.
âAccept the apology before Iâm forced to take it back,â
And there it was.
âYouâre a pain in my ass,â you muttered, moving your hands to rest on his biceps. House squeezed your waist, knowing that he got what he wanted. You rose to your tip-toes, your lips just barely touching his before you pulled away, âNow come on: that take-out is calling my name.â
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Okay, so I know a solid 40% of the new Fantasy High was about Tracker "There's still deep attraction here" O'Shaughnessy, but HERE ME OUT
Gertie Bladeshield is the perfect woman for Kristen Applebees.
Cause, like, look, there was a lot of talk in episode 11 about impulsivity and chaos as an aspect of Kristen's character, mainly in how it's mirrored in Princess "Kristen if she had money" Naradriel, but it's also been a general focus this season, especially in how she often uses it to guard her emotions. Think back to "That's what you think", an incredible improv moment, but if you look at the big picture, Kristen's estranged parents make an incredibly inflammatory statement about her religion right after actively bullying her little brother, and instead of honoring any of the actual negative emotions she's being filled with in that moment, she pirouettes away. It's brought up in the adventuring party after this exact episode how Kristen is a cleric, a high-wisdom class that is naturally insightful, but uses these silly deflections to hold other people back from being insightful into her (hence Mac & Donna's lifetime insight disadvantage)
This isn't just limited to small moments, too. To take a broader look at the season so far, Kristen's chaotic, shrimp-jumping, wrangler-wearing, salsa-dipping, middle-school-campaigning, steel-workers-union-supporting bid for class president is often shown explicitly as a distraction from her existentially important job as the only cleric of Cassandra. Even when trying to earnestly apologize to Cassandra and prove to them that she's gonna prioritize her over class presidency, the only way she can articulate it is "You're the meat, mama." Her emotions are always guarded by some amount of chaos and impulsivity.
Now, how does that relate to Gertie "I've had a crush on you for a really long time" Bladeshield?
In both of the two scenes we've gotten of The Best D20 NPC (/j (but I do really like her)), Gertie has shown a pretty similar propensity for making bold, chaotic decisions in the heat of the moment. However, in my observation, these decisions do NOT come from a place of emotional suppression. Quite the opposite, actually.
Think back to her Grand Entrance into the narrative. Gertie, being one of the last people awake at Fabian's party, gifts her longtime-crush a jar of honey, something that connects directly to her passion/special-interest of beekeeping, in a homemade container designed as a pun on Kristen's last name. (in hindsight, the crush was very obvious) Then, in the middle of her infodumping to her about honey, Kristen's rich friend makes an incredibly dismissive remark about her good-natured gift. This obviously pisses her off, but unlike Kristen "That's what you think" Applebees, Gertie "I don't give a shit who's kid you are" Bladeshield lets herself feel those emotions very loudly, immediately starts a duel with possibly one of the most accomplished sword-fighters in the history of Aguefort, and declares him a life-long nemesis. She acts very brashly and impulsively, but in a way that doesn't hide her emotions, instead expressing them.
(I know there's a lot of talk about outbursts of anger being tied to Ankarna, but not only does the scene not really seem like foreshadowing to me, it's more interesting to see it through the lens of being Gertie's actual actions)
This trend continues with the 12th most noteworthy thing to have happened in episode 11 (which incredibly high acclaim), where after being explicitly asked to talk about bees by her crush, and being placed inches away from her face, kisses her on the lips. Now, excusing the albeit upsetting lack of consent, it once again shows Gertie acting very impulsively in a way that exposes her feelings to the people she likes. With these two instances of characterization being literally the only two scenes we get with her, it poses her as a very interesting parallel to Kristen, someone who shares in her willingness to make impulsive decisions, but differs wildly from her in the way she uses them to react to strong emotions.
However, does this really make Gertie the Autism to her ADHD?
(idk if Gertie really shows autistic traits, I just wanted to say that) ďťżWell, part of what Tracker a good companion for Kristen was that, as a fellow cleric, she naturally had very high wisdom, meaning she had enough insight to look past the layers of shrimp and salsa and engage with her on a deep level. However, clerics aren't the only class that cast spells with wisdom, so do rangers, including swarm-keeper rangers, which is a subclass that both has a good few abilities focused on spell-casting and was confirmed to be Gertie's subclass in an adventuring party. While her highest stat still could be dex (which, come to think of it, is a hilarious contrast to Kristen), there's no doubt that Gertie has a higher chance than most at being able to look past Kristen's barriers and see the complex hive of sweet, buzzing emotions underneath.
Hell, maybe that's where Gertie's crush comes from in the first place. Maybe, seeing this popular, proudly sapphic cleric be incredibly playful and chaotic on school grounds, she not only saw a bit of herself, but a little more. Perhaps, the type of mind that dedicates itself to allowing small, harmless critters to prosper even when no-one cares to join her club, is also the type of mind able to recognize when someone isn't allowing their truest emotions to prosper, making her wonder if they might have something to gain from sharing some of that chaos, using it not to hide, but to be free.
Or maybe it's just cause her last name has "bees" in it, idk.
#even if Gertie's crush gets played off as a bit#I love gertie so goddamn much#and she deserves more love#fantasy high#gertie bladeshield#kristen applebees#d20 fhjy#dimension 20 fhjy#fantasy high junior year#bladebees#beesbees#appleshield#gert's bees
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every time i rewatch the bear i think about how sydney (often) actively resists opening up emotionally to/getting closer to carmy - more under the cut
moments that immediately come to mind:
when carm asks syd about her dad in s2 e2: she interrupts him and brings the convo back to food.
when carmy asks syd about her new place and how her dad is feeling about the move in s3: i don't remember the actual episode but she interrupts him again to talk about work. what was the reason!!!
when carmy initially asks about syd's mom in s2: she has shown that talking about her mom is difficult (see: her convo with marcus at her place when she made him a beautiful meal), so this could be ambiguous but i think still worth mentioning.
WHEN CARMY TELLS HER SHE LOOKS NICE IN S3: she immediately takes off her bow???? i havent been able to stop thinking about this beat because why does she do that. does she not want to be perceived by him that way? does she feel guilty because she just got back from meeting with another chef for another position (thereby potentially dissolving her and carmy's partnership)? WHY WHY WHY (also she's so real for this because i think it's at least partially meant to signal that she's uncomfortable with his attention if he's not going to accompany it with meaningful communication). yes she favors scarves in the kitchen and she was getting ready for work but i think there's something else going on and have been rotating this scene in my head like it's a rotisserie chicken.
the fact that she half-lied about why she came to work at the bear in the first place, and, relatedly, that he made the best meal she ever had: maybe carm caught onto this one but she doesn't ever openly tell him that she's a fan of his work (and that he made the best meal she ever had!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) i say half-lied because she almost immediately tells him that she knows who he is. so.
i've been thinking a lot about syd's feelings for carmy and how she likely fears emotional intimacy with him. it's a stark contrast to how easily she opens up to marcus or asks richie questions about his daughter or even mentors/becomes friends with tina.
carmy is deeply interested in syd as a person and SHOWS it - in fact the few times in s3 that he's civil to her is when they are not working in the stresses of the kitchen and he's asking her about her life.
i can't think of a time where syd asks CARMY about his family (remember - she asks richie about michael), and when he opens up (without prompting from her!!!) about michael being an addict to her she lightens the mood with a joke, and when he opens up about how donna was a nightmare and he's trying to reclaim cannolis, all she says is "whoa." (btw i actually love sydney because she's so emotionally stunted like that's my girl <3)
she will open up about sheridan road, and her fear of failure (so inherent to who she is and her motivations in the show!), but not so much about HERself and her personal life. it's fascinating.
an exception to this is when syd tells carmy to call richie and apologize - even then it's not syd "asking" per se, but it is her taking a step and knowing what's best for carmy (and the kitchen) in that moment.
i think this is meant to indicate how carmy is different from everyone else in syd's life - almost like he doesn't "fit" into any of the other boxes she has for people.
now, i personally read this as romantic. there's something BIG blocking sydney from accepting that, though, and i think it's that carmy is so tied to her passion, her profession, her LIFE'S WORK, and she will not, cannot, fuck that up. we all talk about claire being an obstacle to a potential romantic connection between the two - and she is - but i truly think sydney's unwillingness to confront her interest in carmy is a bigger, more substantial hurdle (though not at all impossible to overcome!)
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heey!! i know this ask is kind of "basic" (?), but how u think the main arcane characters would act when jealous?
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Hey! Not a basic ask at all! Iâm so happy you asked about it! Hereâs how I think each of the main characters would act when theyâre jealous:
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Jinx
When Jinx is jealous, itâs explosive. Sheâs fiery and impulsive, so if she sees someone giving you attention she feels should be hers, sheâll act out in her usual chaotic manner. You might find her stealing you away from the conversation or making snarky comments about the other person. Sometimes, she might do something drasticâlike creating a distraction to get all eyes on her, just to pull the attention back to you both.
Her jealousy comes from a deep place of fearâfear of being left behind, fear of losing you. After sheâs had a moment to cool down, she might feel guilty and try to apologize, likely with an overly affectionate gesture like hugging you too tightly or showering you with small, quirky gifts.
Vi
Viâs jealousy is a little more reserved but still pretty obvious. Sheâll start to get more protective and territorial, maybe by giving the other person a cold look or stepping in between you and anyone she feels is getting too close. Vi tends to bottle up her emotions until they boil over, so you might catch her being more snappy or distant if she feels threatened.
She doesnât like to show weakness, but if sheâs jealous, sheâll likely show it through her actions: touching your arm more often or pulling you into her space to remind everyone who you belong to. Once the tension passes, sheâll probably pull you aside and let you know, in her own way, that you mean the world to her.
Sevika
Sevikaâs jealousy is subtle but intense. Sheâs the type to not raise her voice but to make her presence known. If someone is getting too close to you, sheâll give them a cold, calculating look that could freeze anyone in their tracks. Sevikaâs jealous side is about controlâshe wants to make sure no one thinks they can take you from her.
Sheâll often keep a closer eye on you, standing next to you, her hand brushing yours just to mark her territory. While she doesnât usually show it outwardly, her jealousy can be felt in her sharp gaze or the slightly tense way she holds herself around others.
Silco
Silcoâs jealousy is all about power dynamics. He wonât throw tantrums or act out, but heâll certainly make it known that youâre his. If another person seems to be encroaching on his territory, he might lean in a little too close to you, making sure they see the way you belong to him. Silco will subtly remind you of his control, perhaps with a quiet comment or a possessive gesture that lets everyone know where his claim lies.
Silcoâs jealousy is more calculating. He may play it cool on the outside, but inside, heâs stewing. You might notice him becoming quieter and more intense, his usual charm replaced by a steely, possessive edge when the other person is around.
Vander
Vanderâs jealousy is quiet but deep. Heâs protective by nature, and when he feels someone is paying attention to you, heâll subtly step in, putting himself between you and the other person, though he might do so without saying a word. He has this quiet, brooding aura when heâs jealous, but he doesnât let it consume him like some of the others.
Vander might not show his jealousy openly, but youâll feel the subtle shift in the way he treats you. More hand-on-your-back gestures, longer gazes, and moments where he just wants to be closer to you. Itâs his way of reassuring himselfâand youâthat youâre his.
Ekko
Ekkoâs jealousy is playful at first, but you can tell when it starts to bother him. Heâs usually laid-back, but when someone starts flirting with you or paying too much attention to you, heâll try to act casual about it. He might throw out a teasing comment or two, or heâll subtly remind you of his presence by getting a little closer to you. His jealousy is less about being possessive and more about wanting your attention back on him.
If Ekkoâs really feeling jealous, he might act a bit pouty, rolling his eyes when someone flirts with you or trying to distract you with his own charm. His jealousy is wrapped in humor, but thereâs definitely a layer of seriousness underneath.
Jayce
Jayceâs jealousy is a mix of insecurity and pride. Heâs used to being admired, and when he sees someone else getting your attention, his ego takes a hit. He wonât confront the person directly, but youâll definitely notice him getting more competitive or assertive. Jayce might try to impress you more than usual, showing off his intellect or skills to remind you of what he has to offer.
He might also get a little possessive, subtly pulling you into his space or touching you more often to show the other person that youâre with him. His jealousy makes him a little more vulnerable, but itâs wrapped up in a need to prove himself to you.
Viktor
Viktorâs jealousy is quiet but sharp. Heâs usually more reserved, and he doesnât like to show his emotions much. However, when heâs jealous, his calm demeanor shifts slightly. You might notice him giving cold stares or becoming a bit more distant with the other person. Viktorâs jealousy comes from a place of fearâhe doesnât want to lose you, and it makes him protective, though in a subtle, intellectual way.
He wonât make a scene, but you might notice that heâs paying more attention to you, giving you small tokens or compliments to make sure you know how much you mean to him. His jealousy is all about reassurance, both for himself and for you.
Caitlyn
Caitlynâs jealousy is quiet, but itâs also straightforward. If she feels someone is giving you more attention than she should, sheâll get a little snappy. Sheâs usually so calm and controlled, but her jealousy shows through in the way she gets defensive of you. She might wrap her arm around you possessively or pull you closer to her side, making sure the other person knows where her loyalties lie.
Sheâll try to be subtle about it, but youâll notice the little hintsâlike her narrowed gaze or the way she holds you a little tighter than usual. Caitlynâs jealousy comes from her desire to protect you and keep you close, though she wonât admit it easily.
Mel Medarda
Melâs jealousy is calculated. Sheâs used to being in control, and when she sees someone getting close to you, sheâll start playing the game of power, making sure they know sheâs the one in charge. Sheâll likely become a little colder toward you, testing your loyalty without directly confronting the situation. Melâs jealousy is more about dominance and ensuring that no one can take whatâs hers.
You might notice her becoming more distant, though in reality, sheâs just observing the situation carefully and making sure she keeps your attention focused on her.
Ambessa Medarda
Ambessaâs jealousy is regal but possessive. Sheâs a woman who knows her worth, and when someone steps into her territory, sheâll let it be known. Ambessa is likely to make a grand gesture to remind everyoneâincluding youâthat you belong to her. Her jealousy manifests in subtle but forceful ways, like ordering someone away or giving you a pointed look that says, âDonât forget where you stand.â
Her jealousy comes from her prideâshe expects loyalty and respect, and when thatâs threatened, she responds with power and authority.
Maddie Nolen
Maddieâs jealousy is direct and fierce. Sheâs not afraid to speak her mind, so if she sees someone getting too close to you, sheâll let them know without hesitation. Maddie wonât be shy about pulling you away from someone else, using her body language and sharp words to assert that sheâs the one who belongs by your side.
Her jealousy is rooted in a deep desire to protect and hold onto the person she loves. While she may seem cold or intimidating when sheâs jealous, itâs simply because sheâs fiercely protective of you.
Lest
Lestâs jealousy is quiet but intense. She doesnât like to show it, but if sheâs feeling possessive or threatened, sheâll subtly change her behavior toward you. Lest might get more clingy or affectionate in public, giving you more touches and attention than usual to remind the others that youâre hers. Sheâll become more possessive of your time, subtly pushing others away without confrontation.
Sheâs not one for confrontation, but her jealousy comes out in small, quiet ways, often through the way she touches you or holds your attention.
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Next to You
spencer reid x fem!reader
summary: sharing a room with the person in the bau that hates you the most makes you go through more emotions than you thought possible
warnings: kind of enemies to lovers, arguing, crying, no use of y/n, smut, nsfw - 18+ only, apology sex, soft sex, fem oral, protected p in v, praise, typical criminal minds death and unsub mentions
word count: 2.7k
Last minute cases in desolate towns in the midwest often meant that there was nowhere for the team to stay. It wasn't uncommon for you to have to pair or group up with other team members in dodgy motel rooms.
The most recent investigation had brought you all to the middle of nowhere in Nebraska, a long day ending with a drive to an motel that housed 7 rooms in total.
You, Reid and Rossi were the last to arrive so when Prentiss handed you a room key and told you that you would be sharing with Reid, it was already too late to complain.
"It's for your own good" she she grinned, picking her go-bag off the floor beside her.
"I hate you" you sighed.
"Sure you do" she was already walking off. You've been face to face with serial killers regularly, and this was just surviving a few nights in the same room as Spencer Reid, you could do this.
You walked back outside to find Reid standing in the dark by the car, right hand in this pocket and his left leaning against the black SUV.
"Looks like you're with me, Reid" you announced and the way that his face instantly dropped almost knocked you over. It was almost like you'd told him you were about to kill him.
"Come on" you began walking down to room 4, Spencer following shortly behind as you unlocked the door.
Being met with just one double bed though was enough to bring tears to your eyes. The couch looked like it had been through the war and there was no way on earth you were even touching it. And the sigh that Spencer let out made you want to rip your own hair out.
"I'm gonna sleep in the car" you quickly turned around to walk out of the door.
"You're not sleeping outside with a killer targeting women the exact same age as you on the loose" he stopped you in your tracks. He was right. "I can take the couch".
You were a little surprised at the chivalry but thankful none the less. "Are you sure?"
He didn't answer, instead dropping himself onto the couch.
Feeling content with his actions, you dropped your own bag on the floor beside the bed and told him you were going to use the bathroom before cleaning yourself up and changing into the oversized t-shirt you were using as pyjamas.
Coming out of the bathroom again, you were going to tell Reid that he was free to use the bathroom now but he simply glared at you.
It was as if he wanted to make your life hell. He always scowled at you, made snarky comments on little details about you, gloated whenever you got anything wrong. He always drove you up the walls, since you first started at the BAU, and you never knew why.
It's not like you had done anything to him, from what you knew at least. You smiled and shook his hand when you met him and even thought he was cute, you treated him just like you did with everyone else on the team, but you quickly noticed how differently he treated you.
You gave him plenty of time to warm up to you before you let yourself develop any solid opinions on him. You were warned about how he took to knew people, and you were understanding at first. But after you were several months in, and now years, and he still treated you like an outsider, you were no longer shy to expressing your dislike for him.
Other people on the team noticed it too, you, JJ, Garcia and Emily often discussing it with each other, but if one of them ever mentioned Spencer's attitude to himself, he'd deny everything and brush it off.
You really tried to not let it get to you, especially with the support from others, But man, did it upset you.
Spencer eventually got himself ready in the bathroom and came back out, silently setting himself up on the couch as you sat in the bed and did some research. There was a nice silence for a while, and then:
"Could you stop turning the pages so loud" he sounded irritated already and you hadn't even spoken to each other in the past 30 minutes.
"What?" you matched his tone, was he really trying to start a fight with you right now?
"I can't even think with how much noise you're making"
"I'm not making any noise, Reid, what's wrong with you?"
"You're flicking the pages, I can't pay attention to anything else"
"Oh so the sound of paper is able to stop boy genius in his tracks?" you mocked, pissed off at what he was choosing to do do.
He glared at you in response, he looked like he was about to blow a fuse.
"I don't know how to help you here, Reid, I'm trying to work on the case"
"Yeah, trying, it's not like you've ever actually done anything important for one" his voice had raised slightly.
"What?"
"You're practically incompetent, how you got recruited to the bureau, I'll never know" you hadn't even noticed him standing up, but it suddenly made you feel uncomfortable so you got out of the bed too, standing on the opposite side of the room.
"Excuse me?" you were completely shocked now, how had he gotten so far.
"You heard me. You have no place on this team. All you do is mess things up, you can't figure anything out and then you go and let our unsubs go"
Oh
You knew exactly what he was talking about. During one of your first cases, you had unintentionally informed an unsub that the FBI were searching for him during an interview with his wife and he got away. He was dangerous and you had never forgiven yourself for the people who had died before he was finally caught.
You just broke down in tears after that. It felt like he'd re-opened the wound right there and then.
"Fuck you" you spat through tears. You couldn't even look at him now, turning your back to him to sit on the bed.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry" it was like he had suddenly snapped out of the unexplained rage he was just experiencing.
You felt the bed dip as he sat down behind you, and then a hand rest on your shoulder.
You were edging on losing the ability to breathe. It wasn't even just remembering the worst experience you had on the job, it was the fact that Spencer had used it against you just to get a reaction out of you. You wouldn't have even expected that from him.
He just sat behind you as you attempted to regain some sense of composure, not saying anything else. Was he finally feeling some sense of remorse for how horribly he had been treating you?
Once he noticed that your breathing had slowed, he called out your last name, your work name. It felt so impersonal in that moment. Not that you'd ever been on a first name basis with him, but you gave no reaction to him.
He tried again, squeezing your shoulder this time. You gave him nothing.
But then he whispered your name. Your first name. It was quiet, apologetic.. desperate.
You sniffled, wiping the tears from under your eyes before you turned around to look at him. He was sitting right behind you in the bed now, his big brown eyes practically burning a hole in your head. You knew you probably looked like a mess now, face red and wet, eyes puffy, and hair mangled.
"God, I'm sorry" his hand reached up to wipe a stray tear from your cheek "I'm such an idiot, I can't believe I said that".
You flinched at his touch, not saying anything back to him.
"If I could take that back I would, I did not mean it. It was just in the moment" he tried to hold your face in his hand but you avoided his touch.
"In the moment?" you repeated "What even was that moment. It's like you wanted to have an argument with me for fun".
"I don't want to argue with you, I just.."
"You just hate me" you finished.
"No! I don't hate you, I'm just stupid and don't know how to deal with how I feel about you"
You looked directly into his eyes, eyebrows furrowed. "How you feel about me?"
You managed to catch his gaze as it briefly flicked down to your lips. It felt like something was drawing you closer as you moved towards him.
"Please, let me make it up to you".
"No. Are you saying you've treated me like this because you can't figure out what to do about your feelings for me? What are you? Twelve? You've made my life miserable."
The tears spilled out again, what was he even saying?
"Please, just let me show you how sorry I am"
His voice was laced in what could only be described as desperation, it was making you want to hear him out, forgive him, and you didn't quite know why.
"Please" his voice was on the verge of breaking.
Your walls were crumbling down, it was like he'd cast a spell on you
"please"
You only nodded, allowing him to to lean in closer to you, finally cupping your head in his hands and softly pressing his lips against yours.
It was like he was purposefully avoiding any roughness as he gently kissed, from your lips down your jaw and then down your neck. He looked at you then, his eyes meeting yours in a silent question. And you nodded.
He loosely grabbed the hem of your shirt, and you let him lift it up over your head.
He didn't touch you yet, kissing your lips again as he began to slide your underwear down. You manoeuvred enough for him to take them off you completely. He was so gentle that you didn't even think of feeling self-conscious being completely undressed in front of him.
He urged you to spread your legs and quickly laid down on his stomach in between them.
You barely had time to blink before his lips were on you, kissing up the inside of your thigh. as his hands wrapped around you, holding you down.
Then, he was softly licking up your cunt, softly moaning to himself as he tasted you. He avoided your clit, dragging his tongue everywhere except where you needed him most.
"Spence" the nickname drove him crazy, he finally felt like maybe you could be his.
He finally flicked his tongue over your clit and you couldn't help but push your hips against his face, a whine slipping from your lips.
He only egged you on, using your legs to pull closer to his mouth. He kept circling your clit, increasing the amount of pressure he used as your squirmed under him.
Every few moments, he'd bring his tongue down again, dipping into your hole gently, gathering your slick, before suckling at your clit again.
Slurs of his name, swears and a few 'oh my gods' were the only coherent sounds that could leave your mouth. He had gotten you incredibly sensitive and you felt like you could tip over the edge at any moment.
Spencer himself couldn't stop himself from moaning at your taste, your sounds, how your skin felt under his hands. The vibrations pushing you further.
He suddenly sucked a bit harsher, almost nipping your clit before going back to his previously gentle movements.
The contrast between the rare harsher movements and his gentle attention had you bucking into his face, only to be stopped by his hands pushing you down.
All of a sudden, you felt your release. You moaned much to loud as you writhed under Spencer's mouth, him carrying you through your orgasm.
Just as you felt yourself come down, you went to pull yourself away from Spencer, but he refused to let you, keeping you pinned down to the bed as he let himself taste your release.
"Spencer, please" you were so incredibly sensitive at this point, your body jolting at every small movement. You had to bite the side of your hand to stop yourself from yelling out from the pleasure.
He suddenly pulled off of you with a soft *pop* ad sat up, quickly kicking his trousers and boxers off as you reached forward and loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.
Now that he too was undressed, you felt more equal, it was almost metaphorical as if he was agreeing to end the weird tension between the both of you.
He sat between your legs again, lifting your legs around his hips. You hadn't noticed the condom he had taken out from his pocket until you heard the crinkle of the foil as he opened it.
He quickly rolled it down his shaft as you finally got the chance to look at him. You felt yourself clench in anticipation.
He finally lined himself up and you were subconsciously pushing your hips down towards him.
"Please, Reid" you practically begged as he leaned forward but he stopped at your words.
You looked into his eyes, pleading for him to fill you up, but he didn't.
"Spencer" you whined, and he quickly rutted his hips into you.
"Thats it, good girl" he praised as the air was knocked from your lungs.
He started slow, using one hand to prop himself up and the other to finally caress your skin. It was like he was trying to memorise the curves of your body with one hand. He grabbed at your hips, held your waist, squeezed your breasts, as he slowly picked up his pace.
He couldn't get enough of feeling your body as he pinched your nipple, marvelling at the way it hardened further.
"God, you're so beautiful" his hand finally fell down to your clit, rubbing small circles in time with his thrusts.
You couldn't even get a single word out at this point, too tired and desperate to say anything.
"I'm so sorry baby" if he didn't have your attention before, the name had definitely gotten it now. "I'll be so good for you from now on" you could tell he was close from the waver in his voice, but you too felt your 2nd release approaching.
"You're so perfect" his rambling was interrupted by groans, "never want to leave your side ever again" his thrusts had last there rhythm as he circled your clit quicker, desperate to get you to cum before him.
It didn't take long for the coil in your stomach to snap, vision blurring as he continued his thrusts. Not much after, he plunged into you one last time. You could feel him coming inside as he filled up the condom, his chest now flush against yours.
You both laid there for a few moments, enjoying the hot, sticky embrace as you caught your breathe.
Silently, Spencer pulled out, taking off the condom and throwing it in the trash before pulling his boxers on. He then got you cleaned up, helping you put on your own underwear afterwards, before you got into the bed.
He tried to walk over to the couch but you were not letting that happen. âGet in here Reid" you muttered, laughing quietly as he practically jumped in beside you.
As he faced you in the bed, he brushed a stray hair behind your ear. "I'll make it up to you, I'm sorry, about everything" he kissed you once more, it would take more time for you to forgive him, but for now you let yourself fall asleep in his arms.
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Hi! Would you be willing to write something for Adam with a sensitive reader?
Everyone knows that he is loud-mouthed jerk, even reader, and she loves him regardless, but one day he crosses the line and says something particularly mean that makes her cry. Like REAL mean. To the point that he pauses because he did not think before speaking (or, well, less than usual lol)
I'm happy with whatever format you feel like using! Thank you!
A/N: I will be more than delighted to write that for you. But would you excuse me for a moment? AHHHHHHDISJDIOEOFJSKXJNDâIâm sorry; I love this idea so much. Reading âAdam with a sensitive readerâ got me hooked instantly. But Iâll go over that in the headcanons, along with the general stuff. And Iâll add a oneshot at the end that plays the exact scenario of Adam taking it too far.
Holy sh!t. I made it so that the reader being sensitive is their greatest but also weakest point and it turned out pretty angsty. Has a bit of hurt/comfort, though. Did I go overboard? Maybe. Thatâs why it took so long. Sorry, anon.
Words: 2,328 (edited)
Warnings: Sex is mentioned (only a bit, surprisingly), Angst, Adam being Adam
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Adam w/ a Sensitive!Reader
⢠ha, this man is also sensitive himself
⢠well, sensitive about himself
⢠he feels his own emotions strongly, so heâs not the caring, easily able to pick up on otherâs feelings and empathize type of sensitive
⢠you, on the other hand, are on the opposite end of the spectrum compared to Adam
⢠so you experience other peopleâs emotions just as strongly as yours
⢠you easily know what makes someone tick
⢠youâre selfless
⢠youâre able to admit your mistakes and apologize
⢠youâre respectful and actively listen to people when they talk about themselves
⢠you donât push people down to make yourself seem better
⢠you try to make everyone feel good and comfortable
⢠youâre everything he isnât
⢠because you fit in Heaven perfectly
⢠you deserve to be there
⢠and Adam knows that he doesnât belong (subconsciously at least)
⢠youâre able to draw people in just for being yourself
⢠and heâs envious of it
⢠so he demeans you and is snarky about everything you do, and every time people give you praise or affection, he tries to divert the attention to himself or just stares at you with utter hatred from afar
⢠although all of that is just when he hasnât even had a conversation with you
⢠after a while of being around you, heâll cling to you because you give him the reassurance and validation he oh-so craves (he acts as if he didnât hate you before. What do you mean? You two were always buddy-buddy!)
⢠you acknowledge all of the things he puts his worth to
⢠heck, you hang out with himâyou sometimes even initiate itâwillingly, and youâre genuinely interested in everything he has to say
⢠but heâll only hang out with you where no one recognizes you (so you donât get all the attention)
⢠terrible transition here, but he notices that you mimic peopleâs expressions often
⢠he definitely makes fun of you for it
⢠and also mocks you
⢠up until he realizes that you do the same thing to him, too
⢠which is fine and all, if only you didnât do that when heâs upset
⢠well, you mimic him when heâs joyous as well, but he (already subconsciously) expects you to. I mean, why wouldnât you? Heâs fucking hilarious!
⢠so you copying his negative emotions just stands out more
⢠and heâŚdoesnât like it
⢠thatâs only really what he doesnât like about you
⢠and the fact that you hog all the attention
⢠and the fact that people see you as perfectâŚ
⢠buuut what happens when he gets to see a new side of you that isnât exactly upholding that image?
âââ
Your phone lit up from your bedside table, brightening your otherwise dark room along with the soft glow of your halo. You only moved your eyes to the light, not wanting your tears to spill and dampen your pillows.
You had an inkling as to who was texting you this lateâif the fact that your phone lighting up several times in the span of 5 minutes had anything to say.
When the texts stopped pouring in after a few seconds, you heavily sighed, wings ruffling. You resisted the urge to rub your face as you went to grab your phone.
HEY (2:34) HEY (2:34) HEY (2:34) ARE YOU UP? (2:35) IâM BORED (2:35) GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE (2:36) IF YOUâRE UP (2:37) ARE YOU? (2:38) DID I TELL YOU THAT BITCH WITH THE HUGE TITS GOT FIRED TODAY? (2:39)
Figured. Of course, it was Adam. He was the only person you knew whoâd be awake at this ungodly hour. And the only person you knew whoâd disturb your peace if it meant curing anything that ailed him. Which was now about boredom, it seemed.
You read a few of his texts displayed on your lock screen before tapping one of the notifications and opening the app, scanning the rest of the unread messages.
Adam was going on about âthat bitch with the huge titsââher name was Tiffany, you were sureâand how she was rumored to have slept with an archangel to assume higher authority. He also went on to complain about how he didnât have the chance to bed her anymore since she was basically deemed an outcast and that he couldnât be seen with someone like her.
You frowned, not believing any of it, but you didnât have time to think about it enough when he began typing again.
SO YOUâRE AWAKE (2:43)
You barely finished reading the new message when another one popped up.
DONâT IGNORE ME BITCH (2:43)
You frowned deeper, quick to type out a reply.
iâm not (2:43) i was just reading your texts (2:43) donât worry (2:43) iâll be there soon (2:44)
When he stopped typing, you placed your phone back on the nightstand, sitting up on your bed as you carefully wiped away your teary eyes. You hugged yourself for a moment, wings functioning as a cocoon while a hand tugged on your hair.
Today had been drainingâboth mentally and emotionally. Just like the day before, and the day before that. But you didnât want to think about it, lest you start to cry some more and smear your face with tears this time. What mattered was that everyone was back on their feet again.
Since you didnât bother changing into your sleepwear when you got home, you only checked your face in the mirror to see if your eyes were puffy or not. You then took in deep breaths, holding up your drooping wings before putting up a charming smile.
You couldnât stay in the bathroom for long, quickly leaving to tread the path to Adamâs.
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âBOO!â Adamâs masked face suddenly peeked from the corner of his hallway, earning an indescribable scream from you as you jerked back. He burst out laughing, brows creased in confusion but also amusement. He couldnât even make fun of you for getting scared. âWhat theâwhat the fuck was that scream?â
Recovering rather quickly as you blinked, you only smiled at him. You were expecting him to wait for you on his couch as his front door was left unlocked, but you werenât complaining; his action took away any drowsiness you just had.
When Adam didnât hear you laugh with him, his laughter subsided as he opened his eyes to look at your face. He raised his brows and placed the back of his hands on his hips. âWhatâs up with you?â
Shit. There was no way Adam was seeing through you.
âNothing; I just love hearing you laugh.â You heard a tiny squeak in response. âAnyway, what did you make me come over for? Surely not just to scare me.â You moved past Adam and tightly crossed your arms, entering his spacious living room.
âPshh, fuck no. Youâre so easy to spook. Though that was a first. Didnât know you could hit high notes, (Name).â
You didnât know what to say to hisâŚcompliment? And sort of insult? Was it really either of them? Should you thank him? But in a sarcastic way? No, you werenât known for being sarcastic, so he might think you were being genuine and look at you weirdly. And it would also seem highly egotistical.
Not as if Adam had much to say about thatâŚ
You tugged at your hair when you caught yourself with those thoughts. Shit, thatâs so rude! You canât think that! You shouldnât think that!
You settled on an awkward chuckle, making yourself appear smaller as you averted your eyes to his TV space.
It was different, certainly. The modular couch pieces were rearranged into a pit sectional. And it looked as though he had chucked a bunch of pillows and one large blanket as an afterthought. It appeared messy, but at least it looked cozy.
âWhatâs this?â
âHm? Oh, well, since you were taking your sweet ass time coming here, I thought to switch things up a bit.â You flinched when his head appeared right on your shoulder. âWhatâd ya think?â
âIt looks super comfy.â Adam wore a goofy grin behind you as you walked closer to the area and noticed that he already prepared snacks on the low table. âIs this a way to say you wanna do a movie marathon?â
âYou know it, baby.â He flew past you and landed on the sofa, patting the space beside him with a smile you just couldnât reject.
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Heavenâs natural light beginning to peek through the open windows indicated that it was already dawn. Thank goodness you didnât have work today.
You twoâor rather, Adamâhad settled on watching the film series, Die Hard. Every single one. You didnât mind, but you didnât understand why Adam invited you over if you two were just going to rewatch the film series for the eighth time.
He had also been pretty immersed in the large screen in front of him, so he hadnât attempted to converse with you ever since the first movie started. In all honesty, he could have just watched them all by himself.
But you didnât question it. This time was the same as the last seven, after all. You always concluded that maybe he just wanted someone to watch movies with, no talking necessary. Even if the no-talking part sounded a bit out of character.
Was it though? Because he did that quite often. For instance, he constantly brought you along to whatever mundane errands he had to do during the weekdays and never really talked with you unless he found something cool and pointed it out.
Although, the earlier times you tagged along with him on his errands, he kept yapping his mouth off about the âtotally awesomeâ things he does. He talked about music, his own albums, his band, women, sex, and himself as the first-ever man.
As time went on, however, the talking was replaced with silence. You wondered if he just ran out of things to say or if he found it unnecessary to talk anymore.
You also sometimes wondered what was going through his head when he thought you didnât see him glancing at you while he was doing something he believed was boring.
The sound of Adamâs stomach rumbling broke you out of your train of thought.
You both looked at each other blankly as if either of you were to blame.
He blinked to break the eye contact between you. â(Name), Iâm hungry.â
You snorted, facing ahead. âYou ate all of our snacks before the first movie even finished.â
âDonât blame me.â He hugged the pillow he held tighter. âIâm still fuckinâ hungry, though.â
You hummed as you reached for your pocket. âDo you want me toâoh. IâŚI forgot my phone.â You frowned. You never forget to bring your belongings.
Adam merely stared at you, unblinking.
You averted your eyes and held your legs tighter. âUhm, We could get delivery if you want. Can you lend me your phone?â
âOh, yeah, sure.â He casually tossed you the device before laying on his back and looking up at you. âIâm down for anything.â
His phone hit your knee before you could catch it, silently landing on the cushions. âAre you sure?â You picked it up, opened his unlocked phone, and stared at his basic home screen.
He didnât really use his phone that often to know that it could be changed. He only really used it to fetch one-night stands or occasional dates, text, play music aloud, look at outdated memes, take random blurry photos, and right now, order delivery.
âTotally.â His crowâs feet displayed on his mask as he puffed out his cheeks.
âBecause last time you said that, you didnât like what I had to pick.â
âThatâs because the 5 Ęźn 2 is so fucking overrated!â he suddenly started to complain. Your wings ruffled. âJeez, I swear, every fuckinâ time I take a chick out and ask her what her favorite eatery is, basic bitches always go, âOh, bREaD & fIsH, ceRTAinLyâ or âbReAD & FiShâS a cLAsSICââ He used his hand as a puppet to imitate their words before waving it. âLike, helloooo? Canât you see the joint thatâs literally on the other side of the streetâs a hundred times superior? Itâs cheaper, too, unlike Bread & Fish. Overpriced ass. You get me, rightâ?â
âThen you pick!â Adam jumped at your volume, and your eyes widened upon noticing yourself. You quickly gave back his phone as you turned your face away from him, and he slowly took it with a weird look.
âShit, chill, (Name). The fuckâs up your ass?â He kept his gaze on you before turning to his phone.
While he was serious about his opinions of your bland tastes, he didnât think it was that personal. Your preferences were the same as everyone else and that was boring. He was just being honest. And you usually didnât take the things he said that seriously.
âAdam, Iâm sorry,â you spoke up after a moment of silence and ran a hand through your hair. âI didnât mean to yell at you.â
âĘźs not a problem.â He was still a bit weirded out, but he was willing to shrug it off.
You insisted, however, âI mean it. Iâm not mad at you.â
âOkayâŚ?â he muttered when he saw a notification pop up from Lute. Her message consisted of how some of the exterminators got into a quarrel during roll call and the ones involved got injured in the process. She said she was going to discipline them.
Adam did not want to know what she meant by that and was most likely not going to stop by their place today.
âReally. Iâm not. Sorry. Itâs just that yesterdayâs beenâŚâ
âUh-huhâŚâ At this point, Adam was not listening to anything you were saying. But when he still heard the static noise that was your words, he groaned. âLook, sweetie, I really donât give a fuckinâ shit about your fuckinâ apology, Ęźkay? I donât fuckinâ care. Now what do you want?â
You saw Adamâs confused yet concerned expression after he looked up from his phone and immediately noticed that you were starting to cry. You instantly turned your face away as you carefully wiped your eyes.
âSorry. Sorry. Iâm not crying because of you.â You didnât know if that was true. You didnât know if you were crying because of his words or were crying because of everything else.
That was the first time he ever used a sweet petname for you in a long time. He only ever used that to demean or mock other people.
Shit. Stop thinkingâyou were going to cry more. But even after carefully wiping your eyes away, new tears kept flowing. You couldnât stop. This was humiliating. You wanted to disappear. You didnât want anyone to witness you in this state. It was mortifying.
âShit.â Adamâs voice came out panicky as he held his hands out towards you, but he hesitated. Hesitated in what, he didnât even know.
HeâŚdidnât think you could cry.
Adam didnât know what to do; this emotional shit wasnât his thing. He couldnât ask you to leave, he knew that much, but he didnât want to leave himself. This was his place. Why should he leave?
So, he did the only thing he could do in this situation.
You suddenly felt something warm envelop you.
You didnât look up, but you knew it was Adam. You could feel the texture of his robe on your hands and the side of your face. You could feel his hands on your shoulder blade, but you couldnât quite feel his arms on you.
You stopped wiping your eyes for a moment.
No one had ever hugged you before when you were sad.
No one had ever let you be sad.
Adam heard you sob.
Fucking great. He made it worse. What the fuck was he supposed to do then?
But when he went to unwrap his arms, he felt yours slip around his midsection, pulling him closer than before as he grunted from your firm hold.
So you wanted to be hugged? Alright. Whatever.
Adam slowly hugged you back after you muttered a âsorryâ and loosened your grip.
The next seconds were silent, so when he heard muffled words coming from you, he looked down. You also looked up moments later when he didnât respond, realizing he mustâve not heard you.
Your gaze softened as you two held eye contact, and with teary eyes, you smiled. âThank you, Adam.â
Something about his expression changed, but before you could stare any longer, you felt a hand behind your head push you back to his chest as the arm on your back held you tight.
âYeah, whateverâŚâ
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HIIII I JUST READ YOUR BOOTHILL IDEA ABOUT PREGNANCY AND I AM WELL FED đ i love how angsty it is. oh boy i'm sure struggles a lot during his s/o's pregnancy. like...it has lots of cry and self-conflict because he may thinking that he isn't helping his s/o. there gonna be small arguments and misunderstandings. it's hard for the both of them and the baby. đĽš
ohhhh yes. yup. decided to take a real angsty route with this one. I added some mentions of his actual backstory here, bc my og one was written before his backstory was released lols
Boothill definitely cries during your whole entire pregnancy. He also has a lot of bad thoughts about himself during it, too.Â
At first, he tries to hide it, and either subtly cry, or just simply wait until youâre no longer in the room or the house. He doesnât want you to know that heâs not happy because of the state heâs in.Â
He used to be human, he used to be flesh, and most importantly, he once had a daughter of his own, and that's what crushes him the most. He fears so much that heâs almost going to replace her, even though he knows deep down in his heart that it most definitely wouldnât be able to happen.Â
He also feels so bad about not being able to do normal human things for your during your pregnancy :(((( he knows how much you want to be able to be soft and intimate, to take baths and be able to have a cozy massage and just a cozy person around in general, and heâs the exact opposite of that. He doesnât even think he deserves the husband title anymore.
He literally once asked you why youâre still with him and not someone else. You explained that you loved him and you wanted to be with him, and even then he never really expressed the way he felt about himself to you but you could sort of see it in his eyes. He didnât like the way he was and the fact that he canât be what he refers to as a âproper dadâ to his kid.Â
He knows itâs hard on you, too, and he also knows that youâre catching onto his harsh thoughts, and youâre catching on fast. It caused an argument a few times, on how youâre hurt that heâs not expressing his emotions, he doesnât want to, it turns into a âdo you not trust me or something?â conflict on your end, and a âI just donât know what to say without hurting youâ conflict on his end. Misunderstanding that likely wonât just dissipate.Â
There was one argument that you both had when you were nearing pretty close to your due date, and he decided he was going to walk out midway through and not come back for about a week. For some reason, he chose a petty route, leaving you anxious and super betrayed, considering he refused to answer his phone, too.
The argument was over something that seemed incredibly stupid, if you both must say so yourselves. He was, once again, insecure, and he wouldnât tell you why. That was what bothered you- did he not trust you enough? Did he seriously not want to be a part of this baby's life? Why else would he just walk out?
To say it made you super anxious, scared, and lonely was an understatement. You were left with the thought that youâd have to give birth alone, and go back to your original game plan that you already mentally set up. You thought he genuinely left you.
That was, until he walked back into the house on a random afternoon that next week. He ran up to you and apologized, allowing you to cry it out in his steel arms. He felt so horrible, and he vowed to you to never, ever do that again.
He tries to start letting you in on his troubles from that point on, but there still seems to him like there's a barrier blocking his words from coming out. Sometimes, he just blames it on his synesthesia beacon, which seems to work for now.Â
He also lets you see him cry more often, but that stops when you give birth. He doesnât need you to be more overwhelmed than you already will end up being.
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I'm posting this from my phone so please bare with me guys.
"ew, you write y/n as a baby."
okay, so. I understand that the way I write might not float everyone's boat which is so okay !! But yk what you could do...? Scroll !! There's no need to hate. I really apologize if the way I've written my readers in x reader fics is harmful in any way. However, I'm not going to stop making the character they're with baby them and look after them. The beauty in all of this is that none of it is real. Life can be hard and life can be way toooo much and at the end of the day you might js wanna read ab getting babied. People baby their partners all the time whether you're male female any other gender none of this matters. I write female y/n and if you have a problem with the characters babying her but at the same time you're posting matt sturniolo (I apologize if I spelled that wrong) and saying omg cutie baby đĽşđĽş it's the same thing !!! It's so normal and people are making it weird. If you want to read badass!y/n then write badass!y/n. People get so hung up on writing shy readers and saying it's weird. It's how a lot of people feel and I'm personally really shy irl which is why everything on my account is fake !! Kami isn't even my real name ! You guys need to stop spreading hate towards people and if you don't like their work whether it's cringe or even a little weird then please just scroll
"ew innocence kinks are for p*edos."
Oh my. More often than not innocence kinks are usually submissive people loving the chase and getting dominant people to spell it all out for them. Not only that but sometimes people suffer from childhood trauma (me !!) and they read things that make them get to relive the part where their 'innocence' was 'taken' from them in a gentle way and not by abuse of power. Also, some people just have innocence kinks !! And that's okay as long as you're two consenting adults. When did everyone get so judgemental !! I've seen stepcest, ACTUAL incest and more prominently pain kinks and knives kinks guys innocence kinks really are not the worst problems out there ! I understand that some people take them too far which is not okay and under no circumstances would I ever support someone taking advantage of someone else who doesn't fully comprehend what's going on. But yk what this is?? Mere fantasies. They don't exist, it's just what people like to read so please leave us alone đŠˇ
And finally, "why is y/n such a pushover omg?"
Wanna start off by saying I don't condone cheating ever !! And I would never write a fic where the reader gets back with the character after they cheat. With that being said, the only fics I have ever seen of that (very VERY few) they have put trigger warnings at the beginning to let you know what you're reading. And for the people who say that the reader shouldn't go back because their partner yelled at them... Guys PLEASE !! I understand that yelling isn't something that should be excused, you should never put your partner in a position where they are scared or feel uncomfortable. However, I also know for a fact that everyone reading this has at one point in their lives yelled at someone. Being loved isn't about loving someone with happy rainbows there's gonna be bad days which I find realistic enough. Partners argue, sometimes relationships even take breaks and people get petty and people yell but you know why?? Cause we're human !!! It's in our nature if we're angry or annoyed or whatever it may be. Of course this behavior shouldn't be excused if it's constantly on show. Although denying the fact that you'd ever get back with someone after they yelled at you during an argument is a little bit childish. I don't mean hate to anybody whatsoever I'm just saying that you're dating a human (hopefully) not an alien (you'd be surprised on Tumblr I actually can't rule that one out) they have emotions and while sometimes they can be misplaced... It doesn't mean they're a bad person for it.
This isn't meant to harm or send hate to anyone !! I've just seen so much hatred spread across Tumblr and it's really upsetting. People should learn to support one another and if you don't like the content, scroll ! Once again this is hate to nobody enjoy ur day/morning/evening/night lovelies !!! đŠˇđŠˇ
(sorry for the ramble angels)
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