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Marigold - Describe your OC in three words or less
For Maria K. Rosales â¤ď¸
OKAY so this will be so much fun because when I personally describe her, it feels like - this is how she sees herself. So in her own words:
Driven, restless, rightous.
Restless in she literally has a hard time sleeping. My girl is scared of shadows (yes foreshadowing).
However I was also thinking - if her boys would describe her it would look something like this
#thank you for sending in the ask!!!#oc talk#cod oc maria katharina rosales#a lot of people actually think shes mean so gaz isn't off#but ghost is right about her actually being kind but only kĂśnig and ghost#and alex#really understand her personality#she can be a little explosive and gaz is still young#they've been friends since childhood but he has a harder time#really getting into her head which is okay!#ghost is just very similar#and kĂśnig is just well#he is anxious so he always pays close attention to people#and he cracks the code pretty fast#price is just unphased#and johnny loves her explosiveness
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Imagine female Yuu having to cross dress to avoid unnecessary trouble at NRC and Idia finds out through Ortho. Because I can see Ortho finding out if Yuu ever got a minor injury and he was around to play nurse, knowing him heâd do a quick full body scan and find a very high amount of estrogen in her system.
And he blabs to Idia because heâs a snitch who doesnât keep anything from his brother; if you tell a secret to him, youâre basically telling it to them.
Once Idia finds out, his mind INSTANTLY goes to those otome games and fanfics and gacha life videos about a girl in all boys school. He always thought those were just fun fantasies, but upon seeing that exact scenario happening in real life he becomes curious.
Prior to this, Idia probably wouldnât think much about Yuu. To him, she was just the odd magicless guy his brother would occasionally run into; the most interesting thing about her was her cat, in his eyes. But now that he knows about her secret, he becomes heavily invested in her school life, he wants to see how this is going to turn out.
He doesnât exactly stalk Yuu, itâs not like heâs putting cameras in Ramshackle or listening devices in her bag, itâs more like he just pays extra close attention to her when he has the chance, such as during joint classes and lunch. And since Ortho and her are on amicable terms, he encourages Ortho to spill any gossip he learns when around her.
To Idiaâs surprise and delight, things end up matching up almost perfectly with what heâs come to expect from these kinds of plots. The ones close to Yuu, who seem to be privy to her secret from what heâs gathered, are all either falling in love or have already been in love. Theyâre extra protective of her, theyâre affectionate and soft with her, and they get jealous when she gives too much of her attention to any one of them.
Idia knows about the overblot incidents, so of course heâd see the pattern in who starts getting closer. Every time someone overblots, Yuu will be there to help and both the overblotter and some other select people in their dorm will begin to fall. Itâs a classic pattern.
At this point, Idia would simply see himself as an observer peeking in on this story and, therefore, he canât be affected by Yuu. Heâs not a love target in her story, heâs a side character.
It doesnât matter that heâs occasionally run in with Yuu and each time he has sheâs been a true friend to an introvert like him by making his anxious ass feel comfortable. It doesnât matter because heâs aware of whatâs happening and thus he canât be affected.
But then he also overblots, and just like before she was there to help pick up the pieces. After that they ended up talking and Idia gets to know more about Yuu, more than he could learn by just observing.
Before long, heâs actually looking forward to seeing her again, to nerding out about his favorite animeâs with her in person because sheâs always such a good listener. Heâs looking at his manga and game collections and thinking about what she would like.
Idia doesnât even realize his hearts been skipping beats when sheâs around until one day when heâs in class and she walks in. Like a dog hearing their owner walk through the front door, his gaze shoots up and instantly that class gets fifty times more bearable with her around.
âŚAnd then he looks around and every other âmain characterâ has had the same reaction.
Which means that heâs also a captured love target, just like themâŚ
Oh how the turn tables for a dating sim loving nerd like himself
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland x yuu#fem yuu#twst yuu#twst mc#idia shroud#ortho shroud#twst#my rambles#I just love the idea of being freaked out cause#he didnât expect to be a love interest too
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QUIET; M. STURNIOLO
MATT STURNIOLO X F!READER
warnings: this is honestly my second time writing head-cannon thingies (and ive literally been writing since like 2020 đ) so i apologize if theyâre not too good!
a/n: thereâs a bunch of talkative!reader fics on here, so i thought iâd be a little self-indulgent and write something for the quiet matt girls đŤśđť
SYNOPSIS: Matt with a quiet girlfriend <3
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Matt Finds Comfort in Your Silence
- being out in public together, it was easy to get overwhelmed by groups of people. Matt tends to reach out for you and grabs your hand, for both of your benefits. Keeping you by him made both of you more comfortable, as youâre closer to each other and can stay by the other.
- Staying with you when you go quiet is comforting to Matt. He doesnât grow overwhelmed by any loud noises or unnecessary sounds, his once tense body relaxing in the safe silence.
Speaking Through Silence is Easier
- whenever you get anxious, itâs easier to keep your mouth shut as to not draw attention to yourself. That being said, Matt always has an eye on you no matter the occasion. Being your boyfriend, heâs grown accustomed to your body language, noticing the way you fidget and when you get too overwhelmed by something. Some times communicating with each other through silence is easier, especially in public. As soon as Matt notices your anxiety rising, heâll take your hand, say something quick to his brothers and bring you to an isolated area with him.
Matt Loves Knowing Youâre Listening to Him
- if Matt ever goes on a random tangent, he loves that he doesnât have to repeat himself several times just to get your attention. No disrespect to his brothers, but Matt enjoys not having to be loud to get you to listen. Listening comes naturally to you, given your more reserved nature, and it makes Matt feel appreciated knowing that youâll always be there to listen and make him feel better when heâs anxious.
Being Alone with You Feels Safe
- lying in his room together, he loves the feeling of you with him. With the sounds of his ceiling fan and, maybe, his tv playing, he adores the physical intimacy of the situation, of you lying on him and relaxing. Occasional words are exchanged, but Matt likes to keep his voice down, just so he doesnât bother you. In that moment, he feels like he could do anything or say anything and youâd still stay by him; the safeness he feels with you is comforting.
He Loves Having you Close to Him
- not being too chatty, itâs easier to physically gravitate towards Matt. He handles you with open arms, never turning down the opportunity to hold you. The feeling of you in his arms, whether youâre watching a show on their couch or in his bed, his body immediately relaxes with your touch. Matt could be having an extremely overwhelming day, but as soon as he comes home and sees you, all he needs to calm down is to be in your arms.
He Doesnât Feel Pressured
- being similar in a verbal way, Matt never feels forced to talk when heâs around you. He knows that if he doesnât feel like talking, he doesnât have to; you taught him that it was okay. Hanging out with you was comfortable, a nice quiet that wasnât awkward or bad, but one you both peacefully sunk into.
Matt Loves Hearing More About You
- being reserved, it took a little bit to get you to reveal more about yourself to Matt. He was patient with you, waiting for the right time you felt comfortable and paying attention to every word you say. Being a patient person, especially with you, he wasnât bothered by the private things you kept to yourself in the beginning of your relationship. He understood the way you felt and let you take all the time you needed, enjoying hearing all the stories you revealed to him once you felt comfortable.
He Loves Your Relationship with his Brothers
- given, Nick and Chris are loud, talkative people, almost the entire opposite of you. But you loved them all the same. With their blathering nature, you find comfort in it, silently knowing that you donât have to put on some performance because they somehow always have something to talk about.
- even with Chrisâ periodic teasing, youâve grown used to their random sentences, learning to love them more as days go by. Mattâs brothers liked the idea of him dating someone that was near the same page as him, whether you were closer or farther away from his situation, because he wonât feel alone in his problems and the way he feels. Besides, Nick loves gossiping about random guys to you and Chris loves making you listen to whatever new music he finds because they know you love listening to their random shit.
But He Also Loves Listening to you Ramble
- on days where you have more energy and feel your best, itâs easy to say whatever will come to your mind. And Matt loves it. Whenever those days do come, constant giggles are heard from your boyfriend as he enjoys the stupid things that leave your mouth.
No Matter the Day, loud or quiet, lazy or energetic, Matt loves you all the same.
#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x you#matt sturniolo fanfic#matthew sturniolo#matthew sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo x you
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summary: The one where you run into the guy who makes you believe in love all over again.
warnings: kissing, strangers to friends to lovers where theyâre both a little oblivious, game mentioned is the game against philly with luke's ot goal
note: no angst?? who am i?? thank you maddy for answering my questions about luke so i could make this as accurate as possible ily
Someone once said that love comes when you least expect it and when youâre not looking for it, but you used to never believe that. You used to think that love was something you always searched for in others, that love was something everyone wanted, but you stopped believing that after it kept leaving you stranded and broken. You stopped looking for romantic love, choosing to believe that maybe it wasnât meant for you, until one day when youâre quite literally trampled by the boy that made you believe in it all over again.
Walking the path near the water was one of your favorite pastimes since youâve moved to the unfamiliar city. It was something that always brought you a sense of serenity whenever reality became a little too overbearing, or when you just needed a space to breathe after a particularly straining day at work. It was also your favorite way to start off your day whenever you had the time. Always a coffee in hand as you savored the peacefulness before the day truly began.
Today was one of the fortunate days when the weather wasnât too cold that you needed more than a light jacket when you stepped outside. There weren't many people out and about as the sun had barely risen, but there were still a handful on their morning jogs or simply relaxing on the benches as they read a book. You had only looked away from the path in front of you for a brief second when you collided with something, or rather someone, and it sent your barely drank coffee to the ground, spilling all over your shoes.
âShit,â You heard a boyish voice exclaim, his hands grasping at your biceps to keep you upright, âIâm so sorry!â
You knew it wasnât on purpose, but you couldnât help but grow a slight annoyance as you stared at the dropped drink. It wasnât entirely his fault because you werenât paying attention either and it wasnât like you had just bought the coffee, you were just slow to drink it. Looking up at the person in front of you, your breath hitched in your throat when you saw one of the cutest guys youâd seen in the city yet. Though he looked slightly familiar, you just couldnât place where you might have seen him.
He had a sympathetic, small smile on his face as he awkwardly dropped his hands back to his side. He had a beanie covering his hair, but there were a few strands of curls that had managed to poke out from the thick material. You were close enough to him that you can see a small scratch on the bridge of his nose that looked almost fully healed. He was quite a bit taller than you as well, his anxious eyes peering down into your own as you slowly blink at him.
âAre you okay,â He spoke again, gaze briefly filtering down to your shoes.
âYeah,â You sigh as you step away from him, âIâm fine, but my shoes might not be.â
The both of you let out awkward chuckles before you bend down to grab the cup, slightly frowning to yourself as you bring it to your chest. When you meet his eyes again, he looks as if he was contemplating something by the way he keeps looking all around you. His hands were shoved in the pocket of his hoodie as he shifted his weight on his feet. The air is a little awkward as you think about just walking away, but he speaks before your feet ever move.
âLet me buy you a new drink,â He suggests, his voice slightly quieter than before as if he was nervous, âItâs the least I can do.â
âOh, no you donât have to do that,â You shake your head, âItâs no big deal. Itâs just a coffee.â
âPlease,â He tries, not wanting to press so hard enough he comes off desperate, âIt looked almost full based on what I can see on the ground.â
You couldnât help but notice his shy smile and hesitant eyes as he waited for your response. His cheeks and nose were slightly pink from the wind that refused to stop whipping at any exposed skin it found. He was sporting a nervous half smile as you mulled the option over in your head, trying to gather if there was any plausible reason to not let the cute boy with a crooked smile buy you another coffee.
âI guess it wouldnât hurt,â You agree, a smile of your own toying on your lips as you keep your gaze on him, âBut only if you tell me your name first.â
âLuke,â He lightly chuckled, taking his hand out of his pocket, extending it for you to shake, âYours?â
You gingerly took his hand in your own as you told him your name, ignoring the way his touch made your cheeks heat up and butterflies fill your stomach. You retracted your hand quickly, moving it to grasp the cup with both hands as you gestured for Luke to lead the way. You catch the way his eyes briefly dart to your cup before he began to walk the direction you had been coming from.
The two of you fell into a bit of an awkward conversation, him asking you if you were from the area and him telling you that he wasnât either. He told you that he played professional hockey for the Devils and it clicked in your brain that that was why he looked familiar. You had seen him on TV, but you werenât involved in the sport enough to put a name to his face. You teased him a little and playfully asked if he would get you tickets to a game, but the speed at which he said yes shocked even himself.
When Luke was handing you your new drink, that was when he told you that he was already running a bit late to some sort of meeting with his team and as much as heâd like to stay, he had to leave. You would be lying if you said you werenât a little disappointed at the news, but you ended up exchanging phone numbers before he was rushing away, still not entirely looking where he was going. You watched him leave with a smile on your face and a sort of hope filling your chest that you hadnât felt in a long time.
The two of you had began texting each other so often that people started to ask questions. Though it had only taken three days of you quietly giggling to yourself for your roommate to ask who the guy was. Whereas for Luke, it had only taken Jack until after practice the day he had met you. Jack had never seen his younger brother rush to check his phone while still in full gear before so quickly, and that was how he knew.
You didnât see Luke for nearly two weeks after you had initially met courtesy of the stars, also known as his games and your work schedule, never aligning in the right way. When Luke had texted you after one of his games asking if you were free the following evening and you finally got to answer with a yes, you grew excited, and also extremely nervous.
He had given you the option to go out and do something, or to come over to his place and the two of you could order food and watch movies; just hangout, he had said. You ultimately decided on the second option since the weather had grown colder and you werenât necessarily in the mood to join the crowds of people in the city. He subtly mentioned that his brother would be gone so it would just be the two of you, and the thought made your cheeks warm despite knowing he had no underlying intentions.
When you had texted Luke to tell him you had finally found a parking spot and he told you where to go from there, you had to take a small breather in your car to get yourself to stop shaking before finally going into the expensive looking building. You were so focused on taking in all of the little details inside the lobby that you werenât paying attention to where you were going and ran straight into someoneâs chest.
You let out a surprised squeal as you squeeze your eyes closed at the impact, fully prepared to go stumbling backwards, but you never do. You can feel their hands on your hips, the pads of their fingers slightly digging into the skin separated by the material of your shirt. The soft laugh that filtered through your eyes made your eyes snap open to see a familiar face sporting an amused smile.
âAt least thereâs no coffee this time,â Luke teases, keeping his hands on you a tad longer than necessary before he pulls them back to his own body.
âShut up,â You mumbled, hoping he didnât notice the tinge to your cheeks, âI was looking at the stupid fancy decorations. I didnât know you were going to be down here.â
âI noticed,â He chuckled, âYou thought I wouldnât meet you down here?â
âWell, no. You gave me the apartment number so I expected to meet you there,â You shrugged, forcing your gaze away from him and to your feet.
âYou wouldâve thought it was weird if I didnât give you the apartment number,â He raises his eyebrows even though you arenât looking at him, âBesides, sometimes people have trouble finding the door. Itâs a little confusing.â
When you had reached the floor his apartment was on and saw that it was only one big hallway, you couldnât help but give him a confused look. It wasnât confusing at all, especially given the fact that his door was only the second one on the left. You could tell he was purposely avoiding looking in your direction as he pushed through the door, holding it open for you to slip inside, and you chose to let it be.
The rest of the night was spent with the two of you talking about anything that possibly came to mind once you got through the brief bout of awkward tension, and you quickly found that Luke could talk forever. He talked about his teammates and family in a way that made you smile because it was clear he truly loved and looked up to them. You told him about your family back home and why you moved and the way he was hanging on to every word made you flustered because no one had ever cared enough to listen to you that way.
By the time the night was winding down, you were close enough to him on the couch that your thighs would brush together and his arm was slung around the cushions behind you, but not touching you. There was a movie playing on the tv in front of you, but you would be lying if you said you were paying attention to it. All you could think about was how things with Luke flowed so naturally and how you hadnât felt this comfortable around someone in so long that you forgot the feeling even existed.
The two of you began hanging out regularly after that, never doing anything more than something you would do with a friend, but you could feel your feelings for him grow with each passing day. It started off as small notions and things you could brush off, but then you found yourself thinking of him no matter what you were doing. You were always seeing something that reminded you of him or something that made you think âoh, Luke would love that. I canât wait to show himâ. However, you were far too scared to let yourself believe that he would ever feel the same, so you swallowed those urges and went on as if nothing had changed.
When Luke had asked if you would be interested in going to one of his games, you thought nothing of it. You had told him that you would gladly go, but you would only need one ticket since your roommate worked most evenings and you didnât necessarily have anyone else to go with. He told you not to worry about that and he would figure something out for you before he asked for your email to send the ticket. What he meant by that, you werenât sure, but you didnât ask questions.
You asked your roommate to help you with your outfit before she left for work that day, wanting to make sure what you wore wasnât too much but also wasnât sloppy. Once she had settled on something that adhered to your standards, she managed to leave enough time for her to help with your hair as well. She could tell that you were nervous based on the way your hands were constantly fiddling with each other and by the way your already clumsy habits seemed to increase by the second.
You werenât entirely sure why you were so nervous. It wasnât like this was the first time you were hanging out with Luke, and it surely wasnât going to be the last. For some reason, him inviting you to one of his games felt different, but then it made you queasy because you began to think about how many girls he had invited before. By the time you were on your way to the arena, you had managed to calm yourself down enough that your heart rate was almost back to normal and your self sabotaging thoughts had been long forgotten.
Luke had taken the liberty of reserving parking for you, which you tried to deny but he said he had already done it so there was no room to argue. The parking garage was full of people in various jerseys for both teams as they made their way into the arena with you following suit because you had virtually no idea where you were going. You were so focused on looking at section numbers that you kept bumping into people, quiet apologies tumbling from your lips as you rushed away from their pointed looks.
Eventually, you found the correct section and showed your ticket to the usher at the top of the stairs before following his direction as you walked down. You stopped at the row your seat was in, your eyes falling on a group of women as they talked and laughed with one another, and you suddenly felt a wave of insecurity wash over you. They clearly knew each other, and you were there by yourself, and on top of that, they were absolutely gorgeous.
You took a deep breath before you shuffled down the row and to your seat, trying to ignore the way their voices grew quiet whenever you sat down. You could feel their eyes on you as you kept yours on the rink, watching as they set up the net and as others filed down towards their seats before the game started. It wasnât until you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder that you turned to look at the one sitting right next to you.
âHi,â One of them greeted, a bright smile on her face, âIâm Nicole!
You let out a shaky breath as you took her hand, giving her your name before returning her smile. The way her eyes lit up and she briefly glanced at the girls around her with a subtle smirk threw you off, but she was quick to ease your confusion as she moved her focus back to you.
âSo youâre the girl Luke wonât stop talking about,â She playfully teases, âHe made sure Jesper told me you would be coming and to look out for you so you werenât alone.â
You canât stop your face from heating up by being identified as âthe girl Luke wonât shut aboutâ, and judging by the way the other girls looked at you, it seemed to be a universal experience. They went around and introduced themselves, and their children, to you before they began to ask you questions. They started off with the easy questions such as your career, if you were in school, if you were from the area, if you were a big fan of hockey, but they quickly transferred the topic over to your relationship with Luke.
âWeâre just friends,â You meekly said, eyes darting away from them as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.
âBut you like him,â Cat asks as she raises her eyebrows, though her tone hints that she knows the answer to that.
You briefly hesitated, not sure what your response should be, but you were very graciously saved by the music blaring through the speakers followed by the announcer's voice. You hastily turned towards the ice, thanking whatever higher being saved you from the embarrassment of admitting your feelings out loud.
As the game started, you caught yourself really only focusing on Luke rather than the puck itself. If he wasnât on the ice, you were leaning towards the girls beside you to ask questions about the game you didnât entirely understand. When he was on the ice, you flinched every time he got hit a little too hard, or when he would trip over seemingly nothing and fall on the ice. Although, you did know to join in on the collective booing whenever he was sent to the penalty box for a bogus call.
The game ended up going into overtime with Luke, his brother, and team captain on the ice as they stood opposite the Flyers players. Your hands were clasped together as you leaned forward, waiting with baited breath as the puck dropped on the ice. You watch as they skate towards their net, hastily trying to get the puck from the other team. Youâre not sure who managed to get possession, but the next thing you know Luke is taking a shot that ends up in the net to win the game.
You jump out of your seat as you scream, your eyes not leaving Luke as he learns forward into a celebratory bow that youâre positive he did when he was at Michigan. A fact you knew after you asked him âif he was even good at hockeyâ and he proceeded to show you his highlight reels for the next hour. His team rushes towards him with giant smiles on their faces as they crowd around him, the arena filling with cheers so loud that it made your ears ring.
By the time things had calmed down, Nicole was the first to tell you that you were supposed to go with them down to the locker room. You walked through the arena with them, only briefly stopping to talk with security because you didnât have the correct pass. The area outside the locker room was buzzing with life as various friends and family members of the team waited for the guys, their voices meshing with the loud cheers from inside.
The guys slowly began to trickle out of the locker room clad in their fancy and expensive suits, dopey grins on their faces. You stayed tucked between Cat and Nicole as they talked, but you were only halfway listening as you kept an eye out for Luke. Some of the guys you only vaguely remembered from pictures or videos Luke had shown you, but most you knew with confidence because of how often their names popped up in conversation.
When you finally saw a familiar head of curls walking through the doors, it was a bit embarrassing how quickly a smile grew on your face. He wasnât even looking in your direction, instead animatedly talking to his brother who had seen you, a slight smirk on his face. The girls had stepped away from you, knowing looks on their faces when Luke finally looked in front of him to see you standing there waiting for him.
If they thought Luke was excited before, it was absolutely nothing compared to the look on his face when his eyes landed on you. He quickened his pace, leaving his conversation, and his brother, behind as he only focused on getting to you. You were painfully aware of the multitude of gazes on you, the attention beginning to slightly overwhelm you, but all of the worry disappeared the moment Luke wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him.
âCongratulations on your goal,â You mumble with your head pressed against his chest, your arms draped around the middle of his frame.
âThank you for coming,â He quietly says, his hold on you subtly tightening as he lets out a deep breath.
You can barely hear the quiet whispers of those around you over the blood pounding in your ears, but you didnât mind them anyways. Right now, all you wanted to focus on was the way his arms felt around you and the way his entire body seemed to relax under your touch. While physical touch with Luke wasnât uncommon, it still gave you a small sense of hope that maybe everyone was right and maybe he did like you back after all.
âJack, you might need somewhere to stay tonight,â You heard one of the other guys tease from behind him, making your face heat up as you stepped away from Luke. Though he doesnât entirely break away from, keeping his arm slung across your shoulders as he turns to look at his teammates.
âOh, I planned for it donât worry,â He laughs as he shakes his head, âYou picked a good first game to come to. Luke played his ass off.â
âI always do,â Luke quickly defended himself, his voice slightly raising and his posture straightening the smallest amount.
âYeah, but you really did tonight,â Dawson pressed with a mischievous smile on his face.
âYou guys are annoying,â Luke rolls his eyes, âIâm starving, so we are going to leave. Iâll see you guys tomorrow.â
Your gaze snaps up to Luke as he briefly looks down at you with his usual half smile, but the sound of Jack calling out to him briefly moves his attention back to his brother. You let your eyes fall back to the ground in front of you, your mind running a mile a minute as you try to ignore the way heâs slightly grazing the skin above your collarbone with his fingers. Your breath hitches in your throat, the skin involuntarily raising in wake of his touch as you try to keep yourself outwardly collected.
âHey,â Lukeâs voice breaks through the thin barrier keeping you composed, âYou ready? I figured Iâll drive so you can put the chipotle order in and we can pick it up on our way back to my apartment. Is that okay?â
âYeah, of course,â You breathe out, giving him a small smile.
The two of you bid goodbye to the others, but not before they could pass on teasing comments or not so subtle winks as you passed by them. Luke had dropped his arm from your shoulders, a small absent feeling settling over you when he did. He asked you if you ended up having a good time and if the girls were nice to you, which you, of course, told him that you did and the girls were extremely welcoming and kind.
When Luke had climbed into the driverâs seat, he fished his wallet out of his pocket and handed you his credit card with the subtle threat that if he didnât see a charge on his card for the food that he would buy you the expensive hoodie you had looked at a few days ago. You rolled your eyes as you took his card, not knowing that he had already bought the hoodie anyway and was waiting to give it to you.
By the time the two of you had picked up your food and were back at his apartment, your nerves from earlier had almost entirely disappeared and things felt normal again. Before the two of you started eating, he went into his room to change, and he returned with a random pair of sweatpants you had forgotten you bought last week and a shirt youâre positive was his. He waited for you to come back before he started eating like he always did, but you couldnât help but feel like the air surrounding you felt slightly off.
You couldnât tell if you were overthinking things or if something really was wrong because you still felt that way when the two of you moved to the couch. Luke still sat in his usual spot directly next to you, but he was barely focusing on the movie. His eyes kept darting around the room and he was nervously chewing on his bottom lip. You wanted to ask him if he was okay, but you kept your eyes on the TV until he spoke up.
âCan I tell you something,â Luke nearly shouted, slightly startling you out of your spot on the couch, âShit, sorry. I didnât mean to yell. I justâ I need to tell you something.â
Your eyes were wide and full of confusion, and slight panic, as you spoke, âYeah, of course. You can tell me anything.â
You watched as he took a deep breath, slightly turning his body so he was facing you completely, and you couldnât help but let an almost painful sense of worry envelope you. You were running over every possible scenario you could conjure in your mind, but they were all so negative that you had convinced yourself what he was going to say was too.
âThis might screw everything up and if you never want to talk to me again, thatâs fine, but I canât ignore it anymore,â His voice was serious, yet thick with an emotion you refused to place, âAfter I scored tonight and all the guys were around me, all I could think about was you. Not even just you being there to see it, but celebrating with you. Seeing your smile. Hugging you. Kissing you.â
He said the last part so quietly that you almost didnât hear him, but you did. Those two words rang in your ears as you looked at him, your mouth slightly dropped open as the ability to form a semi coherent thought in your mind suddenly fleeing. You wanted to respond, to tell him that it was all you could think about too, but your mouth and brain were far from cooperative.
Your silence was slowly suffocating Luke, and he quickly wishes he never said anything at all. To him, he knew it was a long shot that you felt the same way he did. Early in your friendship, you had let it slip that you weren't looking for a relationship and you wanted to focus on yourself. He knew that, but he couldnât keep his feelings to himself anymore.
âIâm sorry,â He backtracks, shaking his head, âI shouldnât have said anythââ
You cut him off by surging forward and slamming your lips on his own, not trusting yourself to accurately say everything you felt. Lukeâs reaction was almost instantaneous, his hands grabbing at your hips and pulling you onto his lip as he kisses you back. The metaphorical wall that had been keeping the two of you as friends crumbled beneath you as you pour everything you felt for him into one kiss.
His hands had moved to the small of your back, pulling you so close that there wasnât even a millimeter of space separating you from him. Your hands were looped around his neck as your mouth moved against his own, and you couldnât stop yourself from carefully grasping at his curls. Luke groaned against you, and he knew he had to stop before he took things too far on his living room couch.
He pulls away from you, his heavy breathing falling in sync with your own as he drops his head to your shoulder. You can feel his chest rise and fall against you as you attempt to gather your thoughts and tell yourself that this was real. That it actually happened and it wasnât something you had dreamed up again, but you were suddenly shaken from your thoughts when Luke harshly snapped his head up to look at you.
âWait, does this mean you like me back,â He asks, feigning a sense of seriousness, but you can see the smile threatening to shine through.
âYouâre an idiot,â You playfully roll your eyes at him.
âMaybe, but Iâm your idiot, â He counters before his eyes slightly widen as he hesitantly continues, âRight?â
âYeah,â You chuckle, a small smile decorating your face, âYou are.â
The two of you spend the rest of the night wrapped up in the other, the movie halfway forgotten as you found yourself with your lips on his more often than not. You were selfishly thankful that Jack had been telling the truth when he said he found somewhere else to stay. The uninterrupted time you spent in Lukeâs arms allowed you to truly soak it in. To relish in the fact that you had finally found someone who made you believe that love did exist, and you owed it all to one spilled coffee.
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âUnprioritized Loveâ
Husband!Price x Wife!Reader
Price is a loyal person, he thinks about everyone else before himself and doesnât hesitate to do something he normally would be against if it means saving the people he cares for, it truly is a blessing at times, the way his priorities donât falterâŚuntil they do.
because he is a loyal person but does not know or pretends not to know in which situations he should stand by one person instead of the other, itâs conflicting for him to choose someone when another person is also expecting his support.
it hurts a lot when youâre caught in that sort of situation with him, youâre his lover, his companion in life, and the person he returns home to, but youâre also the person he leaves behind for his team, youâre the one who waits around for him while the team gets him almost all the time.
and you know jealousy isnât healthy, that you shouldnât resent anyone because it's his job, he has to leave to provide for you, you cannot bite the hand that feeds you, it would be wrong, it wouldnât be pretty, it wouldnât be fair for him.
so you bite your tongue and nod like a child when he tells you about his job, about him going away once more, for longer this time. and the tears in your eyes are hard to be held back, because God, it hurts a lot to be left behind, all by yourself. away from your family and your lover, only an empty home to satisfy your basic needs.
He doesnât mean to be an absent presence, the lack of a lover in your life. He truly doesnât mean to give so little to you, to not hold you every night. but between his job and youâŚhe knows which one he isnât choosing even if he doesnât say it out loud.Â
âI'll be back when I can, alright?â he speaks, voice gruff as he looks around the room, his hands on his hips, you stay seated on the couch, knees close to your chest and your eyes glued to the TV for a distraction, is better to pretend you donât care than to show him how much you are beginning to hate the dynamic he created in your life.
âmhmâ you hum in agreement, taking a big breath and holding it in before exhaling through your nose, not trusting that if you open your mouth, a sob wouldnât escape, Price notices the lack of words from your part, you always have something to say, a small joke to make about him better bringing you a souvenir or something from his âtripâ but when this time you donât speak or even dare to look at him makes him anxious.
âWant me to bring you something?â he asks, taking a few steps towards you, looking towards the TV, a baking program playing, and your focus on the show makes him raise an eyebrow, you arenât one to enjoy cooking so he doesn't understand why youâre watching it.Â
âno thanksâ you respond, and the answer makes him feel like heâs done something wrong that made you upset, the last 4 days heâs been home replaying in his mind, trying to remember what couldâve made you get angry with him, nothing comes to mind sadly, and he feels clueless about everything surrounding you.Â
âI thought you donât like cookingâ He decides to comment, shifting the conversation to something more banal and easy to speak about. âI started baking almost 8 months agoâ you answer him back, voice flat and your eyes strained on the TV, the recipe to make pavlova having your main focus, it makes Price frustrated, how you wonât look at him, wonât give him the time of day when heâs leaving tomorrow.
you donât expect him to know how your life develops and the things that change when he's away most of the time, it wouldnât be fair to expect him to pay you attention when he already has a tough and complicated job to do, his salary pays for the kitchen supplies and food after all. it wouldnât be fair to expect him to know you... god, how stupid is that?
âYou didnât tell meâ Price states, his voice carrying a heaviness that reveals he is irritated about not being told something he shouldâve known if he paid attention to the new things in the kitchen like the stand mixer next to the electric oven.Â
âI thought I mentioned it when I gave you to try the brownies I made yesterdayâ you retort, your eyes landing on him for a second before returning to the TV, your gaze isnât welcoming or warm and it creates a pit on his stomach to see you so detached and unresponsive to something he knew should make you upset.
It brings a sort of heaviness to his chest as he notices he doesnât have the right to feel offended about not being told something when you should be upset about him not noticing in the first place something that occurred in his own home. It is hypocritical and he knows it.
Price stays silent for a long time, the sound of the TV filling in the silence that was created between the two of you, he feels out of place, not knowing how to answer you, what to do, what is the problem he feels he should be fixing right now.
âyou should start packingâ you comment after almost five minutes, and that phrase is said with a monotone tone, not one of sadness or a little bit of frustration that heâs leaving again, it's a tone that just states the obvious, you declare that he should pack his bag once more because otherwise he would leave with nothing for his mission and that wouldnât be optimal.
âCan you help me pack?â He asks for a favor you often offer without him mentioning wanting your help. tonight you donât offer assistance, almost like you arenât faced by his departure, used to his absence, used to his side of the bed being empty.
âIâm watching TVâ you speak and his heart breaks a little bit, you donât sound apologetic as you often do when youâre not able to help him, and heâs leaving but he feels you left instead, that the girl he married is no longer in the house even though he has you in front of him, too focused on looking at the tv to help him.
he nods at your answer and doesnât try to persuade you into doing something you donât want to, it wouldnât be fair to force you to help him just because he wants you to, it isnât fair for you to give a hand and for him to take your arm. Loving someone isnât really fair.
Only when he leaves the living room to go pack do your tears make their way out of your eyes, running down your cheeks as you cry silently, vision too blurry to even distinguish the images on the TV, it feels almost pathetic to be crying alone, your lover packing to leave and not be able to bring yourself to help him abandon you once again.
If you were his pet it would be abuse for him to just leave, but you're a woman and therefore being alone and left behind isnât unexpected, being the one to stay home is almost an obligation when your lover leaves to provide for you even if you wish they stayed.
youâre not sure how it begins to be fair to be put in this situation, when the missions of 4 weeks turned into 4 months. When knowing everything about each other turned into barely remembering anniversaries and birthdays.
You donât want to say the relationship fell apart because you doubt thereâs anything at all to be destroyed anymore, you love him though, the pain in your chest and the tears falling from your eyes are proof of that, but you are not sure John loves you.
Itâs uncertain how he views you after not spending time together for almost two years, you doubt there is nothing more than just an acknowledgment of your existence in his life, a statement that he knows you're his partner but not enough love to call you his lover.
âWhy are you crying darling?â the sudden voice of Price pulls you out of your thoughts, the place next to you on the couch sinking as he takes a sit beside you, resting his elbows on his knees while his eyes examine your expression, you look utterly distraught about something, your breathing uneven and shaky as you begin to sob loudly, unable to talk as all your emotions came crashing down.
and the sight of you crying, digging your nails into your thighs, and being desperate for a peace that will not come, makes a heavy feeling of guilt and worry sit on his shoulders, wrapping an arm around your waist and another under your knees, bringing you into his lap and putting your face on the crook of his neck while you cried, sobs muffled against his skin, your tears wetting his shirt.
âtake a deep breath loveâ Price says in your ear, your breathing so erratic that it makes him worried you will suffocate at some point because of the lack of oxygen in your body, he feels your chest against him as you do as he told you, taking deep breaths the best you can, trying to calm down for your and his sake.
youâve never been one to cry with so much despair, to need his comfort in times of need because you managed well on your own, he was never around to solve your sorrow either so why bother? But today, he is the reason you're crying and it seems fair that he is the one to comfort you, that your only chore is to cry and keep your breathing somewhat stable while he does everything else to fix what he broke.
He doesn't know where to begin though, unaware of where he stands or what he should do to bring peace into your mind, what words will fix his mistake, and what words will tear you apart even more, he doesnât want to cause you harm, not consciously, not right now. it wouldnât be fair to you, it wouldnât be fair to your heart, it would be cruel. and he doesnât want to be cruel to you, not anymore.
âIâm sorry loveâŚI shouldâve been good to youâ he whispers, kissing the top of your head, rocking you back and forth on his lap, soothing you like he would to a child, his voice low and soft, his hand caressing your thighs in a comforting manner.Â
âI donât know why I didnât notice that you started baking, it was wrong, I didnât notice you when I shouldâve noticed every change youâve had over the last two yearsâ he continuous, speaking out the guilt he carried in his chest the moment he saw you and heard you break down into tears, your sobs engraved in his mind.
âIâm really sorry for missing out on all of this when I was gone, I shouldnât have been such a bad husband, you donât deserve thatâ he sighs, his eyes stinting a little bit from the tears beginning to form, and your calmer now, sniffling and whimpering, the tears slowly stopping, but it seems that your distraught was transferred to him because he doesnât feel at ease, he feels the guilt eat him alive while he soothes you.
âI don't want you to leaveâŚâ you mumble, adjusting on his lap, your head resting against his chest, you have never wanted him to leave home, to go on missions for months on end with little to no contact with your lover, it feels like you're mourning him every time he goes away and doesnât give you a small message to let you know he wasnât killed.
âI know sweet girlâ he replies, he doesnât want to leave either, he never wants to, even though he continues to do so. It's a complicated situation, one he doesnât dare to think about too much because heâll end up ripping his heart out, his loyalty not being able to distribute equally for you and his team, always the latter winning even if he doesnât dare to admit it.
he wants to promise you heâll return quickly this time and will take a leave just to spend time with you, to dedicate more time to what's left of your relationship, he doesnât want your marriage to fail, youâre the only woman he wants, the only one he had ever seen himself grow old together, he doesnât want to let that go because of his own stupid and selfish mistakes.
He has to leave tomorrow, but when heâs back heâll fix everything.
âI'll be back soonâ he mumbles against your hair, face buried in it as breathes in your smell, trying to engrave it in his mind, to not forget this time details about you he has always loved.Â
Thankfully, his promise becomes reality, and after two weeks of loneliness that have never felt heavier on your chest, he returns, a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a smile on his lips, happy to see you, to see the warmth and loving gaze you always give him back in your eyes after all this time.
He steps through the door, your face pressed against his chest, refusing to let go of him, fearing he would leave even if it wasnât unreasonable, he had returned early for you, he had seen his mistakes and was fixing what never shouldâve been broken
Peace is restored in your home, love is flourishing once again in your marriage, and whatever plans you had made to start over get discarded, youâre already having a fresh start, one that doesnât involve leaving your lover. this time is a start with a more conscious man who is ready to do everything right by you, to never let his job affect the way he loves you. He's learning that his wife comes first, that his life outside of the military also has the same and more importance than his job.
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How would you describe Tim's people skills? Especially when you compare them to Dick's?
Hi anon, this was a fun ask!! I picked out a few panels for each of them (comforting friends, a bit out of sync with friends, fighting with friends, and offering practical support to friends) just to get a quick look at their people skills in action, and then I rambled on about my thoughts on their strengths and their weaknesses.
(Caveat: I'm going to try to focus on my ideas about differences between the two of them, since we're comparing, but I do think they're socially more similar than not, so you might also want to check out @bitimdrake's post on Dick and Tim's similarities for the big picture!)
Short version: I think they've both got good people skills. Dick's are a bit better and more natural, whereas Tim's are more practiced and learned (in ways that sometimes show).
Let's start with Dick first, and then I'll get back to Tim.
Dick
Comforting friends in Titans Secret Files:
Dick: Will you go back in there and sit down? This is my house. You don't need to clean up after me! Donna: I know, I just... I just ... Dick: Hey, hey... what's the matter? Donna: Nothing. It's nothing. Dick (reaching out to supportively grip her shoulders): Donna, this is me here, remember?
A bit out of sync with friends (but still getting along well) in Titans 3:
Dick: The movie runs 98 minutes. So if we fast-forward past the coming attractions and watch only half the credits, I can still make it back to BlĂźdhaven in time to - Roy: Nightwing, chill. Team morale demands that you relax and enjoy yourself.
Fighting with friends in Titans 13:
Dick: We haven't used it much, Changeling. But that's gonna be different. Starting right now. Our performance against Tartarus and the HIVE was unacceptable. Each and every one of you should thank God you weren't killed. Kory: How dare you? How can you just stand there talking to us like we're a military detachment -
Giving support to relative strangers in Nightwing 87:
Neighbor 1: Oh, he - he's a true gentleman, you know? Always holds the door, or helps me up the stairs with my groceries if we both come in at the same time... Neighbor 2: ...used his motorcycle to jumpstart my car one morning and even got my brother-in-law a job with Wayne Enterprises when he got laid off... Neighbor 3: ...and he's very, very, very nice and doesn't talk down to me. Plus he lets me use his basketball.
Offering practical support (making dinner) in Prodigal:
Tim: I can't believe you can actually cook... Dick: I like to eat. Tim: So does Bruce - but he had to order Chinese last night. Dick: That's where I'm one up on him - I've lived on my own without an Alfred. Still miss him, though... He was good for a lot more than cooking and cleaning. Tim: Yeah. But at least we don't have to miss him on empty stomachs.
Strengths:
I think Dick's people skills are pretty simple: he has them! He's good at people! And I tend to think of Dick's people skills as so automatic they're mostly instinctive. It's not something he really has to think about because it's so ingrained in him. A combination of natural talent plus a childhood spent around sociable performers means Dick's just really highly attuned to the people around him.
And I don't think he's particularly obvious about it. So e.g. you could be having a conversation with Dick where he didn't seem like he was paying close attention, but if there was An Important Moment where you got anxious for a moment or let something important slip or let a bit of anger show through etc. - Dick will have picked up on it, even if it's unconsciously, and it'll stick with him and come back to him later.
And just generally - I think Dick has good instincts for who he can trust and who he shouldn't trust; when he's treading on conversational landmines he'll often pick up the unease even if he doesn't have the context to know why there's a problem; if he's trying to comfort and trusts his instincts he'll often do the right thing even if he can't justify in words why he felt like that was the right thing to do.
So I think for Dick, there's always the level of conscious awareness - the things he's aware he knows, if you will - and the level of unconscious awareness - things he senses, but maybe can't explain, or maybe doesn't want to know so he's suppressing the thoughts.
So he's good at leading, and he's good at comforting, and he's good at listening, and he's good at figuring out the right thing to say...
Like, he's good at all of it, so it's actually sort of difficult to elaborate because there's just not that much nuance? Given any particular interpersonal situation, Dick has an excellent chance of getting a quick read on some random guy he's just met and then getting the reaction he wants pretty fast, whether it's intimidating the guy or comforting him or getting him to cooperate or taunting him until he loses his temper, etc etc etc.
Obviously Dick's not a mind reader, and he can get things wrong, especially when he's in the throes of one of his own personal crises, but generally I think Dick's very very sure-footed with people, even with strangers.
Weaknesses:
This isn't a weakness precisely because Dick's usually doing it on purpose, but he'll sometimes have fights with his friends because they think he's acting overly professional/detached and he thinks they're not being professional enough. So e.g. in Titans 13, you can see Dick's set up the room almost like he's leading a business meeting, and he's the boss lecturing them, and they're reacting by getting mad at him. Part of this is basically a Traditional Bat Problem - Tim's friends also balk because they feel like Tim's keeping them at a distance - but Dick tends to lean especially hard on "I'm The Leader Here So Shut Up And Do What I Say" professionalism / distancing.
When things are going well, Dick's friends may grumble at his intense professionalism but basically appreciate it (this is basically how things go in their reunion in TT vol 2); when things are not going well, though, it becomes a point of tension. Generally, Dick gets extra-professional as a coping mechanism when under stress, as here in TT vol 2 12:
To the extent that Dick falters with social skills, it tends to be almost exclusively with people he knows well, not with strangers. Dick sometimes struggles with maintaining relationships, largely because he's often juggling multiple responsibilities; he'll sometimes get hyperfixated on something and deprioritize his more stable relationships (so e.g. when he gets fixated on trying to fix BlĂźdhaven and gets distracted from his relationship with Babs).
Somewhat relatedly, if things start going wrong in his own life, he tends to self-isolate out of shame and avoid everyone he thinks of as more put-together. So, for example, in the aftermath of Blockbuster, he's a self-destructive mess who's trying to dodge and/or drive away Clark and Roy and Tim (all people who care about him and would want to help), but Sophia Tevis and Rose are two messed-up young strangers in trouble and their obvious neediness trips his "urgency" meter, plus he may be a mess but they have no context to realize that so he doesn't feel so self-conscious, and he's able to be drive-by super-helpful to them and then dive right back into privately self-destructing.
Also not a weakness per se, but he tends to be a bit of an introvert in general - he and Wally are close, but they go long stretches of time without catching up; when he's spending time with friends, usually it's Donna / Wally / the Titans / Tim visiting Dick rather than the other way around; he's more likely to get cajoled into joining a team than the other way round - Wally talks him into rejoining the Titans and Roy talks him into joining the Outsiders. He likes people and likes spending time with friends, but he's usually not the one initiating a social gathering. He's self-aware about this; in Titans 9, he muses, "It's not the newness that's the problem. The problem is the old stuff. The ruts. You know someone long enough - well enough - and you fall into a rut with them... you completely take the relationship for granted..."
Relatedly, because Dick's pretty self-contained, he has a recurring problem where loved ones interpret him as distant or detached or indifferent even when he's still passionately attached - both Kory and Babs break up with Dick in part because they feel like he's not really that committed to them (also there are mmm Problematic Plotlines involved but I'm ignoring those for the purposes of this post), and in both cases IMO they're misreading him. He's deeply upset by both breakups and responds with big declarations of feeling and, uh, proposing marriage shortly afterward. (Okay, so he's not ALWAYS sure-footed sdfdsfs)
When Dick's getting something wrong, it's usually because he's upset and overcompensating - when things with Kory and Babs are tense, he tries to fix it with Big Gestures; when Vic's mad at him about spying, he missteps with an elaborate secret plan culminating in a big dramatic offering of a new body which Vic does want... but he's still understandably miffed at Dick for making a bunch of decisions behind his back instead of talking to him. Dick guesses right about something Vic will want, but because Dick when he's feeling guilty tends to slide into I-Am-The-Leader, I-Must-Fix-Everything-By-Myself, I-Am-Responsible-For-Everything mode, he forgets that the whole original problem is connected to not respecting Vic's autonomy / right to make decisions for himself, and that a better gesture would be asking Vic what he wants instead of once again making decisions on his behalf without consulting him. (I'm sympathetic to Dick's spying-on-Vic plan on account of how Vic did turn into an evil moon for a bit - comics are bonkers, you guys sdfdsfs - but I'm also very sympathetic to Vic feeling that he deserved fuller disclosure here.)
And you can see similar patterns in lower-key conflicts too: every time Dick gets accused of being just like Batman, it's usually because he's coming off as harsh or detached or uncaring (sometimes on purpose because he's pushing people away; sometimes just because Dick handles grief and fear by shutting down; sometimes because his the-buck-stops-here leadership style can come off as overly-detached), even though Dick actually cares SO SO MUCH, all the time, about everyone he knows.
But honestly... these weaknesses exist, but they're minor in comparison to his strengths?? Dick's a guy with a lot of very strong friendships for a reason. He's true as steel and once he cares about you, he cares about you forever. <3
OKAY! So that's Dick. Let's finally move on to...
Tim
Comforting friends in Joker's Last Laugh 3:
Tim: Babs? Is everything okay? (hugs her)
A bit out-of-sync with friends (but still getting along well) in Young Justice 7:
Cassie: A campout isn't a campout without a real fire. It's no fun at all. Tim: But the generator is far more efficient, Cassie. It's non-polluting, it poses no threat of forest fire, and it's... it's ... (taking in everybody else's expressions, sighing, reversing course) It's no fun at all. Impulse, can you...?
Fighting with friends in Adventure Comics 3 (stonewalling, avoidance, and lying!)
Conner: You weren't picking up. Tim: I didn't know it was you. Conner: I turned off my caller ID blocking. Tim: I was busy. I am busy. Conner: Too busy to talk to your best friend? Tim: Yes. No.
Giving emotional support to relative strangers in Robin 98 / 100 / 156:
Wesley: I just wanted to thank you. They tell us at the meetings that it's important to let people know how you feel. You did a lot for me - making me sober up. If you hadn't taken the time to notice - (Later) Tim: You're gonna stay strong, right? (Wesley: Right.) Tim: You're gonna stay sober, okay? (Wesley: Okay.) Tim: You're gonna do it 'cause - Wesley: 'Cause if I don't you'll come back and kick my butt all over campus. Tim: Uh huh.
(The redhaired guy was about to jump. Tim convinces him to sit down and talk first.) Tim: So, you're in college? Guy: Yeah, I'm a freshman. How'd you know? Tim: Just a hunch. I'm guessing you don't like it much. Guy: I always hated high school. Always felt like I was outside looking in, never part of any group or anything. I was on the diving team but even then I didn't feel like part of it. The only good thing was that was where I met Lori, my girlfriend.
Offering practical support (medical care and tea) in Batgirl 59:
Tim (treating her injury as she shares her traumatic past): Whoa. That's ... horrible. Cass: That's nothing. Stephanie and I used to laugh about - oh... uh... never mind. Wait, Tim. I... I'm so ... stupid, I don't - Tim: You're not stupid. Want some tea? Cass: I ... uh... yeah. Thank you.
Strengths:
Tim! I think Tim's also pretty decent at people - not as good as Dick, but hardly anyone is?
I tend to think of Dick as instinctively good at people, and Tim as more consciously good at people.
Tim spends a lot of time being intentionally watchful: observing, spying, psychoanalyzing people, paying careful attention to what they say, thinking about what makes them tick. (And Tim psychoanalyzes himself, too. Tim is studiously engaged in the study of Tim, and of Tim's friends, and of Tim's family. He's often playing a role, even when that role is "Tim Drake.")
So e.g. in Red Robin, at one point Tim has an elaborate domino-falling database where he's compiled a list of villains he wants to fight and how he wants to fight them, all leading up to a very careful takedown plan for Boomerang where he's thought through and anticipated Boomerang's every move ahead of time... and he's basically right! He gets it all right!
And this kind of intensely-studied logical chess-game of "he will do this for this reason, and then this for that reason, and the other people will respond in this way, like a series of dominos, and I've thought through all the possibilities" is Very Tim to me, and I feel like... this is just the sort of thing that Dick would never ever do?
And mostly Dick wouldn't do it because he wouldn't have to. When Dick's skeptical of James Gordon Jr., he goes to talk to the guy and feel him out, and he ethically feels obliged to give him the benefit of the doubt because there's no evidence against him, but he's got a bad feeling and doesn't trust him and secretly slaps a tracer on him because he's got an instinct he'll want it, and he's right: James Jr. is up to something, and that tracer is exactly the thing that Dick needs.
And similarly if Dick wanted to goad James Jr. into doing something, I think he'd go off and meet him and goad him into doing it, and he'd have an instinct for what to say to make that happen - I think the whole elaborate domino plan that Tim comes up with for Boomerang would feel unnecessarily complex to Dick. Not that Dick doesn't make complicated plans, because he absolutely does, but Dick doesn't usually overthink people.
Similarly, if Dick had been the little kid in Lonely Place of Dying, he'd have gotten worried and gone straight to Bruce and talked to him, not gotten worried and taken photos of Bruce from a distance and then come up with an elaborately overthought plan to go to New York and track down his estranged son and fix him that way. And, like. Kid!Tim's not entirely wrong! He's correctly picked up on a very real and very strong connection between Bruce and Dick even though he doesn't know either of them! And given how little actual information Tim has, this is actually an impressive plan (it's a bad plan, because Tim doesn't know about their fights, but it's an impressively solid plan given that his entire information basis is "watched them from a distance and collected news reports"). But this isn't how Dick thinks about people.
Backing up to a more general point: Tim values people skills really really really highly. I think "uses interpersonal skills to help and comfort other people" is one of Tim's highest values and arguably the highest value - he imprinted on Dick because he was kind, and then imprinted on Batman because he was comforting Dick. And he has six million After-School-Special-style plotlines where he tries to comfort / advise / rescue / etc. people in various stages of emotional distress and who are using bad coping mechanisms. His very first outing as Robin involves talking down a semi-suicidal shooter; the big finale of YJ has Tim talking Secret down from her rampage; he's very gentle when he's comforting his girlfriend after she confides in him about a maybe-attempted-rape; he talks down a suicidal college student in Robin; plus there's the entire concept of "Batman needs Robin" in the first place; not to mention his obsession with the importance of friends; and so forth.
So it's something that he's good at because it's something he values and works at. His people skills are conscious and learned. He does a fair bit of amateur psychoanalysis of other people's problems, and he's generally good at identifying the problems, even if he's not always great at fixing them. And he's often playing a role, or imitating other people, rather than being himself; he invests a lot of time constructing alternate identities; he's often more comfortable wearing a mask. (It is just so typical of Tim that his civilian friendship group is the DCU version of D&D players.)
So his practiced-people-skills work decently well, because he's diligent and he cares a lot, and he's better at people when he's older than when he's younger. And he's extremely good at things he's had a lot of practice with, like meeting new schoolmates, or making small talk, and he's friendly and he likes people, and he's good at learning scripts and following them, and he only tends to misstep when he's distracted or unusually anxious or when he's in a situation where normal social norms don't help. (Of course, since he's a vigilante and not an ordinary person, distracted / unusually anxious / weird situation are all things that happen more often than you might think!)
I also think Tim has a few caretaker instincts that have become automatic - generally he's hyperaware of when people are upset and usually tries to reach out or fix it, and even when he's trying to keep himself at a distance he'll slide into caretaking sometimes - so e.g. there's that moment in Batgirl with Cass when Tim's kinda upset with her for siding with Batman (and distancing himself from other people in general), so he's not intending to get close to her, but also what we see him doing is treating her wounds and then getting her tea. And meanwhile Cass actually wants to reach out, and she's intensely observing him and worrying and wanting to help, but what she actually does is... drink the tea. That Tim got her. While she stays firmly on her side of the couch.
(I tend to think of Cass as slightly similar to Tim but at the very very very beginning of her learn-to-people journey here? Like Tim, she cares!! A lot!! And she's successfully understood that Tim's upset, and she knows when she's put her foot in her mouth. But she's not sure what to do yet.)
Weaknesses:
Tactless! This is a tricky word because I think people sometimes hear 'tactless' and misunderstand it as 'generically rude,' but that's not quite the issue - Tim's quite polite most of the time; his problem is that his default mental monologue is very detached / psychoanalyzing / analytical, including about himself and things he's emotional about. He'll often be analyzing his own emotions even in the process of having them (I also talk about this a little here, though it's mostly a post about Dick and anger), and Tim's also constantly analyzing other people.
This means that if he doesn't edit his brain-to-mouth filter, he can come off as too detached or professional or calculating.
This is obviously similar to Dick's problem of coming off as too detached / professional - again, they're both Bats - but it's not quite the same thing, and I think this distinction is most obvious if you look at the places where they're doing it on purpose and picking fights:
Dick's most likely to pick fights by pulling rank: "I'm the boss, you all fucked up this mission and you better not do it again, shape up or shut up." This is a kind of distancing that's about Dick-the-impassive-boss and you-the-subordinate.
By contrast, Tim's more likely to pick fights via hostile psychoanalysis: "I notice you're being snide about Cass again, but we both know you're actually just mad that Bruce cares about her more than he cares about you." When he's miffed, both his inner monologue and the things he says tend toward 'uncharitable analysis of your emotional weaknesses,' and this is something he periodically directs at Bruce / Jason / Damian. This is a kind of distancing that's about Tim-the-hostile-analyst and you-the-unfortunate-target-of-analysis.
(Caveats: I don't think Tim's above trying to pull rank if he can, but he rarely has the opportunity; Dick's not above jabs at other people's weaknesses when he's very defensive and feeling attacked - junkie, elevator - but IMO he's more likely to pull rank, whereas Tim's jabs are more likely to be wrapped up in insulting psychoanalysis, so e.g. Jason's insecurity is his problem. The Jan Brady of the Batfamily.)
You can see related similar-sounding-but-different issues if you look at some of their respective breakups. So e.g. Dick has a breakup with Babs in which she thinks he doesn't care about her, and Tim has a breakup with Cassie in which she thinks he doesn't care about her. And these breakups are different for six million reasons (among other things, Dick and Babs have a pretty intense romance, whereas, uh, Tim and Cassie have had one date and IMO she's very right that they're better off as friends).
But you also get some useful character notes:
Babs is wrongly anxious that Dick's mostly in love with nostalgia for their past rather than the person she is now (he 100% does love the person she is now!) and she's being unfairly bitchy about Catalina, but she's also correctly noted that he's gotten into the habit of deprioritizing their relationship in favor of vigilante busywork & that he's been a bit pushy in swooping in protectively rather than letting her fight her own battles, so when she's accusing him of being a control freak it's not completely coming from thin air; Dick responds by getting hurt, upset, and direct (he gets furious and punches something, but then makes a big sweet sincere emotional speech to her about how much he cares and values her, albeit one that's so caught up in his own emotions like wanting to "protect" her that he's not slowing down enough to take in her insecurities).
Cassie has correctly realized that dating Tim is a bad coping mechanism and she really needs to just deal with her grief over Conner; when she starts crying, at first Tim moves to comfort her, but when she actually clarifies the breakup, an upset Tim responds by aggressively de-emotionalizing the conversation and pretending he's being totally logical and not emotional about it - he first wonders aloud if he's a bad detective for not seeing it coming and then attempts a bonkers guilt-trip suggestion that it's their duty to date in order to uhhh avoid turning evil in the bad future (sdfsfdsfdsfds sure tim nice try)
This isn't because Tim literally doesn't have feelings, because of course he does! But often, the more upset he is, the worse he gets at clearly expressing those feelings, and the more he intellectualizes them or avoids discussing them.
(Caveat: The trouble with any distinction is that it's easy to exaggerate it in ways that are oversimplified, and I want to emphasize that this doesn't reduce to "Dick always expresses emotions, Tim is never emotional," or anything like that. Dick has a bunch of complicated feelings about the intensity of his emotions because he values control and detachment and often is trying to be more detached (I talk more about this in the context of anger here and here); Tim often retreats to faux-analytical detachment when he's actually very emotional; and these are tendencies rather than one-note 24/7 truths - Dick is completely capable of intellectualizing away his emotions; Tim is completely capable of just getting straightforwardly and directly upset. But if you're looking for broad distinctions, I think it's fair to say that Dick's usually better at directly using his words and expressing his emotions, even if he sometimes feels self-conscious shame about it later, whereas Tim tends to self-sabotage and deflect and hide by producing intellectualized faux-logic instead of just being direct about what he wants or what he's feeling.)
An unrelated issue is that Tim also tends to get intrusive when he's anxious, and it gets worse the more he cares about you. Tim really really really wants to know what's going on and has an intense Need To Help, which generally works out for him - this is the entire reason he pushes his way into the Batfamily! - but it's easy to imagine Tim running into people who might not appreciate his busybody sneakiness; so e.g. secretly stalking your friend because he has a bruise, or running your friend's DNA, etc., is... stuff that all comes from how much Tim cares, but also it involves a very fuzzy relationship with other people's privacy, so Tim's friendships that stick around tend to be with people who find this kind of intense observation to be caring rather than pushy. Relatedly, Tim's version of "be protective" can overlap with "be condescending," which means he tends to get along best with confident people like Bruce, who could punt him into a wall and who thus finds Tim's 'disapproving medic' shtick endearing instead of insulting.
Tim also struggles to connect to people for whom he doesn't have an obvious "script" or who don't respond to his usual scripts. So e.g. offering Gar a "you don't like me but let's be friends" handshake worked; offering Cass a "let's be friends" handshake worked; offering the same thing to Damian did not go over so well; and I think this kind of "it usually works so this is my habit now?" thing is very Tim, and I don't think it's the sort of mistake that Dick would make.
More broadly, because Tim's people skills are conscious and learned - the effort sometimes shows! He stares at people. He secretly spies on them. He pokes around in their secrets. Dick can be paying close attention to you and seem like he's not, so that his awareness seems effortless and less intrusive. I think Tim's awareness tends to be a bit more effortful.
That said, though, I don't think that Tim's intensely-observing-you shtick is necessarily obvious except to people who are fairly socially-skilled themselves. When I write fanfic, I generally write from Dick's POV, and I tend to write Dick being hyperaware of when, say, Tim's observing him, or trying to figure out what's going on with him. But I think of that as more "Dick's good at reading Tim and really aware of being watched, so every attempt at subtlety stands out in neon lighting," and I think to someone who's less good at reading people than Dick is, Tim is a lot subtler.
And I think for e.g. someone like Cass, who really struggles with people skills, Tim seems impossibly and naturally good at interactions in the same way that to Tim, Dick seems incredibly good at it.
#ask tag#dick grayson#tim drake#hi anon this is SO OLD i'm so sorry sdfdsfds#i am very slow & this is very long because i kept adding things to it but this was a very fun ask thank you <3
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Love can be overwhelming | poly! marauders x fem reader
angst / fluff
word count: 1.2 k words
CW: mention of an abusive household
TW: panic attack, itâs not a super detailed scene but it takes up like 1/3 of the fic đŠˇ
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part 1 , part 2 , part 3
Unfortunately, you couldnât ignore your feelings forever, and you had to learn it in the hard way.
You were feeling slightly anxious, but it wasnât something you werenât used to, so you just shoved everything down like you always did and started studying. Ten minutes in, your hands were slightly shaking, but still you brushed it off, until it became so bad you hit your ink bottle, spilling the black liquid all over your papers. Â
Suddenly you were in your old room, sat at your little pink desk, staring at the mess in front of you, the tears flowing freely at the prospect of having ruined all of your drawings, while your mother was screaming at you for being so emotional; to her eyes your emotions were a burden, something to be ashamed of, if you cried you were considered a failure. Pretending to be heartless wasnât really a choice growing up, more like a way to survive.
Your breath became laboured, suddenly the walls of your room were closing on you, and there wasnât anything you could do about it. Your hands were now violently shaking, your heart galloping in your chest: you felt a sharp pain to your chest. You tried calling for someone, anyone, but your voice came out as a whisper. This was the first time something like this happened, your symptoms were just like the ones that people describe before having an heart attack: this didnât help your anxious state, at all.Â
You saw through blurry eyes Dorcas and Marlene by the door, their mood rapidly shifting, Cas rushing to you while the other one ran out of your dorm, and you could just feel grateful for being found. Â
âHeart⌠attack, Casâ She shook her head. âHoney, I think itâs a panic attack. Come on, breathe.â
You didnât even realize that you were holding your breath, maybe thatâs why your head started feeling lighter. You inhaled sharply, mimicking Dorcas, who was now holding one of your hands on her chest, encouraging you to follow her movements.
Little by little, you felt your heart beating a little bit slower, your hands now only trembling slightly. After a while, Cas stopped exaggerating her breaths, and you fell in an uncomfortable silence. âListen, Y/N, we have to go to the infirmary.â You started to protest, but she shushed you. âWe have to, okay? You have to talk to a doctor about this, I think it was just a panic attack, but we canât be too sure. Marleneâs waiting for us, letâs goâ
You laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Madame Pomfrey told the girls to leave, you had to rest, but now you were feeling even more anxious: you thought about all the studying you were missing on to stare at the ceiling. It was pointless, she confirmed it was a panic attack, so what? You couldnât spend the whole weekend on a hospital bed for it.
You stopped your sulking abruptly, seeing some type of movement in your peripheral vision. It was slight, so much so that you thought you had imagined it, but then Jamesâs head pop out of nowhere, making you nearly scream.
âLove, we have to talk, but we canât do it here. So, crawl to me, weâre going to escapeâ Despite the fight you had, you couldnât help but giggle slightly, doing as you were told. Once you were both under the invisibility cloak, staring into each other eyes, James sighed slightly, releasing a sigh. âDarling, weâre so, so sorry you have no idea how much. Dorcas told us you had a panic attack, we know we caused itâ He kissed your forehead, making you melt under his touch. âThe others are waiting for us, letâs goâ
So, you followed him, paying extra attention to not make any noise. As soon as you stepped foot in the astronomy tower, Sirius ran to you, hugging you close to his chest. You stayed like that for a while, until you felt him sniffle: looking up to his eyes, they were puffy and red. âAngel, I am an awful boyfriendâ You were about to contradict him, but he kept talking. âYou had a panic attack and it was all my fault, if you want to break up, youâre totally right: Iâll leave, I shouldnât have told you all of those things, you are the love of my life, and I messed everything up like I always do, Iâm such a shitty-â
You slapped his face slightly, making him startle, then proceeded to kiss him. He melted under your touch, his hands found their way to your waist, holding you impossibly close to him.
After a while, you sighed, pulling yourself away from his embrace. âIt wasnât completely your fault, you know. I havenât told you this yet, well, maybe I wasnât even planning to, but I owe you an explanation. My parents werenât⌠the best, and Iâve always been emotional. I know it might sound strange, but I cried literally at everything, and they used to shout at me for being weak. So, I had to build some type of armour, you know?â You took a deep breath, smiling despite the sharp pain you felt every time you talked about it, and the knot that made talking feel impossible. âIt hurts to think about it, you know?â
âYou donât have to talk about it, we get it. Itâs just- Why didnât you tell us sooner? Itâs nothing to be ashamed of, we would have been more carefulâ James looked at you like his heart just broke.
âI know, I should have, but I didnât want to be a burden. Sirius receives those stupid letters every month, what I went through is nothing compared to what his family does to this day. My mother hasnât reached out in what? Three years? Itâs not a problem anymore, I just get overwhelmed sometimesâ
Remus was frowning, but it was Sirius to talk. âListen, just because they arenât there to belittle you every chance they get, doesnât mean it doesnât hurt you; these things are hard to get rid of, and I know this better than anyone else. Your body remembers what they told you, and you have to face that, but you donât have to do it alone, understood? You can talk to us, you can tell us what you need, and we will do it for you, because we love you, and weâll always be there for youâ
You didnât know if it was Siriusâs words or the fact that for the first time, you felt like you were being listened to, but as soon as the long-haired guy stopped talking you started crying like you hadnât cried in a long time, your chest heaving. Your inner child was just now understanding that her feeling had always been valid, that she had never been too much.
âLove, what happened, please talk to us?â James voice sounded close to crying, but you just smiled through the tears, shaking your head.
âI-â You stopped, clearing your throat. âI finally feel seenâ
And as they crowded on you, hugging you close to their chest, you knew youâd be alright.
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make a wish | jeon jungkook [ birthday drabble ]
DRABBLE FOR: ROMANTIC DREAMS but you donât have to read it, this drabble can stand alone
summary: hours before his birthday, his friends force him to come out for a night of drinks only for him to be mad the entire time that youâre ignoring him. he comes home early worried you mightâve left but what he saw instead made his birthday all the better when the clock strikes midnight.
warnings: smut. birthday sex. jk is at the club but misses oc lol. 3.8k words
The feeling he got anytime he came out for drinks with his friends never changed. It always felt suffocating to him from the crowds of drunk people all against each other to the overly loud music he couldnât even pay attention to. It was overwhelming, to say the least.He hated the looks he got and the way people tried to talk to him. He hated how loud his friends were and how they felt the need to bring him up to complete strangers like any of it matter. Itâs his birthday weekend, you wanted him to celebrate with all of his friends and yet he couldnât care less about any of that. He was more interested in finding out why you werenât here tonight and why you werenât answering your phone.
âCome on man, just one drink and then youâre free to crawl back to Y/n,â Jin joked as he patted the guy on the back, âBut we want to hang out with you for your birthday at least once.â
âY/nâs not answering the phone,â Jungkook warned as he was led to the bar, âSo Iâm probably just gonna head out.â
âDude, Y/nâs not a kid, you donât have to watch her every five seconds,â Namjoon asked, âDonât get me wrong, wanting to spend time with your girlfriend is the bare minimum but donât you think you go overboard sometimes? It would not kill you to be away from her for one night.â
Jungkook didnât say anything, his gaze hardened as he eyed his friend closely. Namjoon just shrugged despite how blunt he sounded and that only seemed to annoy Jungkook more. Who was he to say that?
Jungkook does not go overboard, alright?
He trusts you⌠of course he does⌠but that doesnât mean he doesnât still think about you leaving him. Something in his gut tells him that if you ever try to break up with him you wonât tell him, youâll just leave and heâll have no clue where you went.
He thinks youâve finally grown to love him almost as much as he loves you but he just canât get over the amount of times you told him you were done. The amount of times heâs had to remind you youâre not going anywhere and neither is he.
Heâs gotten better too, he no longer has cameras set up and maybe thatâs why he always feels so anxious when you donât answer. All heâs got is your location so he knows youâre at home, so why wonât you answer his texts?
âKook?â Namjoon called out to him as he stood at the bar as if he hadnât just yelled at him, âWhat do you want to drink?â
âJungkook?â
He yelled at his friend to get him anything, hearing the call of his name but not bothering to turn and acknowledge it. A small poke on his arm made him take a deep breath and turn to whoever was trying to catch his attention.
âIt is you,â She said softly, âOh my god, itâs been so long. W-y-you just stopped talking to me.â
âDo I know you?â Jungkook looked down unimportant. He actually did have a small recollection of her. They met over a year ago and hooked up a couple times but that was it. He was horny and she was easy.
She looked taken back, âYeah. You do, asshole.â
He didnât respond to her, simply glanced down at her angry expression and scoffed as he looked to his friends. They were all busy buying drinks and Jungkook did not care about any of that. Heâs been with them since he got off work. They didnât even let him go home to see you and tell you to go out for drinks. They showed up at the shop, hurried him to close and dragged him to the closest bar. Heâs tired of it all. His birthday is tonight and the person he wants to spend it with isnât answering their damn phone and heâs just starting to get pissed off.
âOkay, hereâs yoââ
âIâm leaving,â Jungkook told Namjoon, handing him back the drink, âIâm tired and weâve been out for hours already. I want to go home.â
Namjoon checked the time biting his lip, he was supposed to stall Jungkook from getting home per your orders and itâs been difficult all night to keep him from running to you. Heâs never seen his friend so⌠in love [?], is that the right word for it? His need to know where you are, why you arenât talking to him, who youâre with, was intense. Namjoon just knows Jungkook is at his limit with you ignoring him. All he could do was nod his head and give up, âAlright, can you drive?â
Jungkook only had one drink and even then he didnât finish it before they tried getting him another so he felt fine. He was just bothered that youâve yet to reach out to him.
He made an attempt to call you, one last time, as he got in his car but like before you didnât answer and he can feel his patience running extremely thin. Why werenât you answering him?
The first thing Jungkook noticed when he got back to your shared apartment was how dark it was. Usually [especially now that heâs made the place his own now], the apartment had a dark aura to it. It probably had to do with the mixed decor the two of you had up like his black sketches of skulls and serpents next to your framed photographs of Babyâs Breath and lavender. Heâs used to it by now but right now⌠itâs too quietâŚ
âY/n?â Jungkook called out and you could hear the growing annoyed panic in his voice. He dropped his things from work down to the ground without any care. He hasnât seen you since before he went to the tattoo shop in the morning and now itâs almost midnight and youâre nowhere to be seen.
As Jungkook turned down the hallway, he seemed to freeze. Just below his feet where he hadnât noticed them before, laid a trail of black rose petals. He followed them with his gaze seeing them disappear under the closed bedroom door where he could see a hue of red lighting inside. With a curious tilt of his head, he walked along the petals, twisting the knob on the door and immediately feeling his heart race.
Your bedroom which had become a concoction of gothic knickknacks and floral patterns, was a deep shade of red. His vinyl played one of his favorite Deftones songs, Mascara, and there you were.
He stopped at the door, eyes taking in the sight around him but all he could do was look down at you surrounded by candles littered across the room and music playing softly to set the mood and suddenly he wasnât angry anymore. You had been ignoring him all night and that drew him insane but seeing you laying in bed wearing nothing but a black lace lingerie set made him forget all about that anger.
âSo this is why you werenât answering my calls?â Jungkook asked despite feeling giddy inside from all of this. Your lingerie was thin and fitted, it hugged you in all the right places and you looked so inviting with your legs slightly spread open for him, laying in a petal of black roses. You didnât say anything, only lifted a single finger toward him and motioned for him to move closer.
Your boyfriend was never much for the theatrics, he liked doing it too much to wait, so you werenât surprised at all when he reached for the back of his black shirt and yanked off over his head exposing his muscles, torso and nipple piercings. His tattooed hands unzipped the front of his black jeans and kicked them off immediately before walking toward the bed with a dark look in his eyes.
âI wanted to surprise you,â you said sitting up a little when he brought a hand to the back of your neck after crawling over your body to kiss you, âBut youâre always so impatient.â
âYou were ignoring me,â Jungkook whispered against your lips as he sighed softly into the kiss, âI donât like when you ignore me.â
âSo youâre not happy with the surprise?â You asked despite knowing the answer. Jungkook has only just now gotten undressed and you can already see the growing bulge in his Calvin Kleinâs. Jungkook looked down at your pliant body laying pretty underneath him, unable to help himself from dragging his index finger over the tip of your nipples that peaked through the sheer fabric, âI love it, just dlike nt ignore my texts again, okay?â
You couldnât help but roll your eyes even as he kissed along your neck lovingly, his teeth softly nipped at the skin until his tongue was running over the marks soothingly. He was already on top of you trying to control the situation and you put a hand on his chest to move him off. His brows furrowed as you began to say up forcing him to do the same, âWhy donât you lay down and let me take the lead for once, yeah?â
âBabââ his words died down when your finger tugged at one the bar piercing on his nipple. He looked down watching your finger circle around it teasingly scratching against him and he was folding. Now that Jungkook had relaxed a little, you took the chance to move him to lie on his back, straddling hips as his hands found your waist to hold you there. He set you down directly over his hardening length, letting you slide against it for a momentâs worth of friction. Jungkook always got so easily turned on when it came to you. He could be at work doing a tattoo on someone and suddenly heâll remember what the two of you did the night before, how he fucked you on the kitchen counter or ate your pushy in the bathtub. Sometimes it didnât even have to be about sex. He would think about seeing you fresh out the shower or wearing a shirt of his and nothing underneath.
âY/n,â Jungkook sighed once he felt you lean down for a kiss. It was an open mouth kiss with your tongue pushing into his sloppily the way he liked it, your hands scratching down his ribbed sides feeling every muscle in their path. When you pulled your lips away from his, a line of drool connected your mouths and dribbled down to his chin when you kissed along his jaw. Jungkookâs hands couldnât sit still, they needed to feel all of you. Your lingerie bottoms were nothing but a lacy thin thong that left little to the imagination but looked good nevertheless. He slid his hands over your butt, big hands pinching and helping any part of you that he could, occasionally making your covered cored grind against his dick. A low moan left his lips when you sucked on his neck leaving a trail of love bites in your wake, moving down to his collarbone and chest.
âIâm gonna make you feel so good,â you said teasingly as you lucked over his abused nipple that you had been tugging on. Jungkookâs breath hitched when you circled it with your tongue, sucking softly and nipping at the metal with your teeth.
âAlways,â Jungkook sighed, squirming a bit as you kissed between his abs down toward his navel, fingers already sinking into the hem of his briefs, âYou always make me feel good.â
âMhm,â you hummed in content, sliding yourself off his lap until you sat perfectly between his spread, muscular thighs, âYou always make me feel good too, baby.â
Itâs true too. Heâs your boyfriend for fucks sake, even if you used to resent him for being the way he was then; thereâs no point in still feeling that way when you really do love himâwhether it be healthy or not is still up for debate.
Jungkook tugged his bottom lip between his teeth, playing with his lip ring as you yanked his briefs down with a bit of force that had him groaning at the toughness. Heâs not used to you taking the initiative, maybe youâve done it once or twice but never dressed like this in a red and black room made for sex.
You looked down at his length, not surprised at all by the sight of it. Jungkook was hard, his dick was thick and flat against his navel, throbbing under your stare. It twitched like it wanted to point upward but he wasnât there yet. He needed a little more attention still.
You placed your hands on his thighs for support as you leaned forward to be face to face with his cock, pursing your lips like you were gonna kiss it before blowing air. Jungkook had to rest on his elbows to be able to sit up enough to see what you were doing, just barely catching the sight of you reaching further down and flattening your tongue against his balls teasingly until you licked the underside of his cock too. Immediately his arms gave way and he was laying back down on the bed, eyes squeezed shut.
You wrapped a hand around his base, angling his cock to point upward before running your tongue along the side once more like he was a melting ice pop. You could see his lip pulled between his teeth and his eyes screwed shut in anticipation making you smirk. Jungkook always knew how to make you feel good and it was a boost to your ego to know that you too knew what made your boyfriend feel good. As his cock stood straight now, you licked along his tip, circling around the head and feeling him throb in your first when you sucked softly against his slit that produced precum.
âFuck,â Jungkook groaned as he let his head fall back against rhe pillows with his hands tucked under his neck, hips raising with need to meet your mouth and make you take his cock down your throat. You grinned at the disheveled sight of your boyfriend that was caused by a little teasing and lowered your head starting back down over his balls where you knew he liked to feel your tongue first. Jungkook liked things sloppy, a bit rough and nasty. He loved having his balls played with, feeling your tongue swipe along them, sucking one into your mouth and tugging while fisting his cock. Itâs exactly what you did tonight, you paid extra attention to his balls feeling his thighs tighten around you when you began to stroke his dick.
Jungkook was in ecstasy, his cock no longer needed your hand to make him stand straight, he was hard enough to do it on its own and you dug your nails into his thighs when you finally began to take him all into your mouth. A loud moan left his lips at the warm sensation of your spit coating his member, making it easier to slide him into your mouth. He could feel you try and relax your throat all around him and although the wanted to let you take your time, he was so fucking horny. He couldnât help but buck his hips up, forcing you to take more and more of him at a quicker pace.
You shook your head no, cock in your mouth and a hand flat against his pelvis to hold him down, âJust relax, baby, I got this.â
He huffed impatiently, nodding his head as he tried to calm down, lips parting in surprise when you took him all in one go. If your mouth wasnât full with his dick, you wouldâve been smiling at the way he so easily turned to mush underneath you. You wasted no time in teasing him anymore, bobbing your head up and down while your fist strokes whatever didnât fit in your mouth. Your other hand was fondling his balls avain, squeezing them, massaging them, rubbing them against each other as you made obscene noises with your throat as you fucked him into your mouth. Jungkookâs hands closed in tight fists over the bed sheets, body caving in with how good your mouth felt on him and he was so damn close, âFucking hell, baby, fuck.â
You could tell he was close by the way he became restless, thighs clenching and unclenching, chest rising and lowering with jagged and fast paced breath, lips drawn apart with moan after moan and it only made you double your efforts. You got rougher, faster, sloppier.
It got to the point where Jungkook had a closed fist over his eyes trying not to overwhelm himself with how good you were making him feel but it had become too much. He couldnât take it anymore, âOkay, Y/n, there, Iâm gonna cum. Come on, need to feel youâoh fuck, baby.â
His head fall back with a loud moan, spurts of thick cum coating the inside of your mouth so suddenly even you were surprised by the amount. Jungkookâs body writhed on the bed, large muscular body twitching with pleasure as he came down your throat. You gagged at the intensity, pulling your mouth away and watching it coat his own dick in it, still softly jerking him off through his orgasm.
âYou okay?â You asked lovingly, stroking him as you looked down at the mess youâve made of him. Jungkookâs eyes were a deep red that made his gaze look darker under the LED lights. His lips looked swollen and cum was all over his pelvis but he was still rock hard.
âY/n,â his voice grew hoarse, âNeed you to sit on dick, right now.â
You smiled, laughing softly as you looked at the alarm clock on his nightstand. 11:59pm.
âBirthday boy wants to cum in my pussy?â You asked surprisingly. The two of you rarely had sex without a condom but you were on birth control and it was his birthday⌠your boyfriend deserved this. As crazy as he was, he loved you and you⌠well, you loved him too or else why would you have stuck around? And right now, you were too turned on to care about the consequences.
Jungkook didnât have to say anything to have you lining his cock work your wet pussy as you slid the lingerie to the side so it wasnât in the way. As much as Jungkook loved the way it looked on you, he needed it completely off of you.
His rough fingers tugged at the seams, easily tearing it apart as you pressed his thick head between your folds. You gasped in surprise at how easily he tore threw the fabric, yanking roughly until it was in his hands and on the floor, âBaby⌠Iâm trying to be sexy here.â
âYouâre always sexy,â Jungkook said not caring about the lingerie as his hands found your hips, lowering you down his length himself, âBut I like you better with nothing on.â
âMm,â you hummed in acknowledgement, a small moan leaving your lips as this thick head finally made it past your broken hymen making the slide of the rest of his cock that much easier. Your hands fell flat against his chest for support as your feet pushed against the bed to help you raise your hips, his hands guiding you to bring them back down. It started off slowly, you began riding him teasingly only lifting yourself up a little, grinding your hips against his and doing it all over again.
Jungkook was fine with the pace as he took in the sight of your pretty tits in his face and he couldnât help but move his hands to grope them, thumbs brushing over your nipples as his hips began to thrust up into yours making the slow ducking a little rougher.
âJungkook,â you moaned softly as his thick length hit that special spot at the top, rubbing against your open folds and pleasuring you so well you almost forgot this was for him and not for you. He was at the point where he didnât care about who was supposed to be making who feel good. Anything you did to him felt good and without a care in the world he pulled you down to lay on his chest, your face against his neck as he dug his feet into the mattress and began to fuck you from below. Your body bounced against his and with an arm tight around your lower waist and the other groping your ass, he was fully taking control to bring you to your first orgasm of the night.
âFeels good, baby?â He asked in a low whisper into your ear, cock working in and out of your tight pussy. You nodded your head, kissing his neck between moans as your cunt tightened around him, âSo good.â
Jungkook took the lead with ease, grinding you against his aching member, so close to release once more. The clock had strikes midnight time ago and his phone was being flooded with birthday messages but he was too busy to care. All he had wanted for his birthday was to spend it with you and his patience had paid off.
He came home to you dressed so fucking sexy for him and with a promise that he could cum inside and that alone was bringing him closer and closer to his second orgasm, not worried about finishing too soon when he knew this wouldnât be the last round.
Your teeth nipped are his neck, nails scratching along his nipples as you tightened around him once more, âJunâbabe, I canât⌠fuck, please.â
âCum for me, do it baby,â Jungkook urged you on, lifting a hand only to bring it back down hard on your ass hearing you squeal at the slight sting but your walls tightened all the same. His cock was reaching deep into your count every time you took him all in and all it took was one final spank, for your orgasm to hit. You released a loud moan into his ear, hearing him grunt as you clenched around and finally you felt the warmth of his release flood your insides for the first time ever.
He was left breathless, cock coated in both your arousals as you pulled yourself off of him and you both watch his release mixed with yours dribble down your legs, immediately turning him on once more. You looked up at him, smile on your face from how good your boyfriend looked after sex. You checked the time once more, hearing his phone buzz and you ran a soothing hand over his thigh and pulling some stray black petals off of him, âIâm gonna get a bath going, how does that sound, birthday boy?â
Jungkook smirked, âSounds good.â
âOkay, Iâll be back, why donât you start responding to everyone,â you told him with a wink. When you left and he looked down at his phone, a small laugh left his lips.
joon:i hope whatever surprise y/n did for u was good bc u were a bitch to keep distracted
joon: happy birthday
joon: donât have too much fun with your girl
::.
ugh everytime I tell myself Iâm tired of romantic dreams Jungkook I just come back đanyways little bday drabble on KooKâs bday đĽşHAPPY 26TH BIRTHDAY
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POLY MARAUDERS | HEROES IN TATTOOS â¤FIRST PIERCING
REQUEST. : Can I request a chapter where the boys convince the reader to get her ears pierced and she cries bc she's anxious when it happens and one of the boys has her sit on their lap when it's happening and help her calm down. You don't have to but i think it would be super cute â@samanddeansannoyingsis
G. : fluff ; modern au ; muggle au ; tattoo artist james ; tattoo artist sirius ; piercer remus ; comfort ; sitting in sirius's lap ; slight panic attack - not explicit
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âDid you mean it?â You ask in a soft voice as Remus swivels in his tech chair to pay you his full attention, one brow raising up at the sight of your fingers gently pinching your ear lobes.
âDid I mean what, dove?â He asks in his usual warm tone, tilting his head back to stare up at you from his seat.
âThat I would look cute with ear piercingsâŚâÂ
Remus laughs because how cute can you get? Especially with that curious look in your doe eyes. Reaching out his big hands, he pulls you onto his thigh and holds you close, staring down with his loving brown eyes to reassure you of any insecurities he suspects might arise.Â
Somehow, Remus always knew what path your thoughts could potentially take. You felt like an open book to him, cradled in his large hands, stable and loving; ready to explore your pages with the simple intent to understand you further, as heâs already done with the few pages youâve allowed him to read in your past. To you, Remus is safety, comfort and boundless warmth, not from the sun but from a thick blanket, reassuring and all encompassing, devoted to only keeping you warm â safe, happy and secure.Â
âYes, I meant it,â Remus whispers as he fixes the collar of your shirt, ever the habitual perfectionist, âwhy?â His gaze lifts and youâre lost in his honey-chocolate pools once more, âare you thinking of getting your ears pierced?â you donât know if the lilt in his tone is to tease or a growing excitement for your potential inclination â he may have the honour of giving you your first piercing.
âMaybeâŚâ he can tell from the slight hesitancy in your diction that you werenât 100% sold on the idea, which brings about his own worries.
âYou donât need a piercing to be cute you know,â Remus mutters the sentiment into your temple before pressing a kiss into your skin, âyouâre plenty cute as isâŚâÂ
âItâs not that,â the shaky breath you exhale is all too familiar to the brunette and he instantly knows your exact reasoning, he still lets you speak the words yourself, however, somewhat enjoying the show you unintentionally play out before him. Itâs another cute display, one that rivals whenever he sees you eating something delicious, and canât control your expression or when you get excited over something and hop in place while doing tiny claps, âIâm still kinda scared of needlesâŚâÂ
The shame that crosses your face tugs at Remusâs heart and he puts a stop to it immediately. Holding your chin between his pointer finger and thumb he directs your stare to meet his own, âdonât feel ashamed of that, sweetheart. Being afraid is normal and, in some instances, keeps people alive and safe. Itâs unfortunate but fear led you to the boys and me,â he hates to remind you of that fateful night butâ âand now I donât think we can live without you,â the two of you share a laugh at that.
The boys were truly grateful to you for many things. You may not know it but whenever angry, sad or stressed all they had to do was look at you, see your smiling face, hear your twinkling laugh and bask in the brightness you exude just to feel right again. You bring about an equilibrium that they are so often tipped off of, never totally right or sane when you are gone too long.Â
âIââŚI still donât know,âÂ
âTry this,â Remus leans back to pose his hypothetical, âforget the needle and the pain, would you still like to wear earrings?â your enthusiastic nod is answer enough, âthenâŚââ from the corner of his eye, Sirius walks past the doorway and Remus calls for him.Â
âHow may I help you and our princess, Moony?â Sirius asks with a practised smiling voice as he shoots you a wink.
âDo you mind fetching the earring jewellery samples?â Sirius raises a brow but asks no questions and nods before disappearing again. While heâs gone, you stare up at Remus, who doesnât say a word but smiles and lovingly tucks a stray hair behind your ear. Not long after, Sirius returns with a small set of samples in a rectangular wooden box, lined with red velvet and showcasing a small but beautiful variety of jewellery.Â
âArenât they beautiful?â
âTheyâre very beautiful, Rem,â you reply, awing at their delicate designs and sparkling appearance.Â
âPick a favourite pair,â he prompts and without hesitation, you pick the two that immediately caught your eye.Â
âGreat choice, doll,â Sirius praises as Remus hands back the sample set and gives him a look, communicating his next steps. There was no debate and Sirius accepted everything without any questions, âweâll reserve them for you,â Sirius smiles softly and quickly leaves to do just that before you can utter any word of protest.Â
âTell us when youâre ready, and weâll make it happen so that youâre as comfortable as can be throughout,â
Every time you visit the boys at their tattoo studio, they let you have the reserved piercings to look over and contemplate your decision with. They were perfectly happy to wait however long you needed and never pushed you towards a decision, they even expressed that it was perfectly okay for you to change your mind and withdraw from the idea altogether.Â
âYou know,â James pipes up with a mouthful of food that Remus quickly reprimands him for, âyou donât need to get a piercing to wear earrings,âÂ
âThatâs right, there are other alternatives out there, dollface,â Sirius adds, licking his lips with a content smile, always a lover for your cooking, âyou can wear clip on earrings instead,â
You appreciate their concern and thoughtfulness but you still want to get a piercing. It felt like a right of passage for all girls and you wanted to be a part of it, clip-ons didn't feel the same and you wanted to be able to pair your earrings with an outfit like some of your friends do. Shaking your head with a polite smile, you turn to Remus, âYouâll be doing my piercing, right, Rem?âÂ
âThatâs right, dove,â
Timidly, you meet his kind eyes, âwill you be able to hold me when you do it?â Your shy statement was all they needed to realise what was holding you back. They felt so stupid for not realising it sooner but, thankfully, they knew how to help you now.Â
âIâm afraid not, sweetheart,â Remus coos softly at your disappointed expression but James and Sirius donât let you wear it for long.Â
âBut Prongs and I can hold you for as long as you need, doll!â Sirius smiles as James grins toothily beside him.Â
âJust take your pick on whose lap you think will be more comfortable!â James laughs with Sirius as he throws his arm over his friendâs shoulders.Â
âIn that case,â you turn towards Remus with a smile once more, âwhen is the next available time I can set up an appointment?â
It was in the afternoon when you found yourself seated on Siriusâs lap as Remus prepared to pierce your ears. James, to his dismay, had an appointment for a tattoo so Sirius won lap rights by default, which he was all too proud to have won.Â
In preparation for the piercings, Sirius helped tie your hair up so that your ears were free of their awning, he did this while Remus prepared his tools, put on his gloves and got started on a small aftercare kit for you to take home â as was customary of their studio to provide for all their customers. With Siriusâs arms comfortingly wrapped around your waist, he pressed you close so that you could feel the heat from his chest against your back and allowed him access to your neck, where he placed a soft kiss.
After a while, Remus walks over with a soft look on his face and a sanitising wipe in a gloved hand, âyou two look cosy,â he comments while gently cleansing your lobes with the wipe and throwing it away in a nearby bin.Â
âOur princess deserves it,â Sirius comments, his hot breath tickling your neck and making you giggle as Remus agrees.
âThat she does,â leaning back, the tall brunette sits in his tech chair and pulls up a small handheld mirror and pen, ânow, dove, I need you to tell me where you want your piercing. Do you want it a little higher? Right in the middle or a little lower, here?â In the mirror he holds in front of you, you see him point out where the potential piercing can go with the tip of his pen, âI want to do it perfectly for you,â he smiles warmly behind the mirror, which carries in his voice â soft and sweet.
âAnd if you want more piercings in the future, you can make room for them now,â Sirius adds from behind you.Â
âI want it right in the middle please, Rem,âÂ
âOf course,â he nods and places the markings softly onto your lobe before holding up the mirror again for your final approval.
âW-wonât the pen make the sanitising pointless,â you comment, shy of your scrutiny; Remus was the expert, afterall.Â
âDonât worry, dove,â he kisses your forehead before holding up the capped pen, âthis is a surgical skin marker and itâs used in surgeries to mark out incision lines,â your apprehended by his gentle tone and warm voice, calming your heart that had slowly begun to race with anticipation, âthe ink is made of gentian violet, which has antifungal properties so it wonât affect the sterility of the marked area,â
When you nod in understanding, Remus kisses your forehead once more and goes to store away the pen before finally getting started on your piercing.
âItâll be okay, sweetheart,â Sirius whispers into your hair when he hears the unsteady shake in your breaths â Remus had just sat down across from you in his tech chair with a needle in hand and a small stopper in the other.Â
âLook away, darling⌠close your eyes,â Remus prompts when he sees your breathing pick up at the sight of the needle in his hand. He is completely ignored and nods at the tattooist behind you, âSirius, can you help our angel?â
You feel Sirius kiss your temple as his arms give you a small squeeze. His weight, warmth and smell surrounds your senses and the boys helpfully guide your breathing until you are finally able to relax. The tension leaves your body and you finally close your eyes, apologising for your small episode.Â
âYou have nothing to be sorry for, dove,â Remus whispers softly in front of you, âbut Iâm gonna have to ask you to take a deep breath for me,â you do as he says, breathing deep and slow, âgood girlâŚâ
Thereâs a small pinch in your right lobe that quickly dulls into numbness before Remus secures something behind it and a lingering weight is left. You feel Sirius kiss the slope of your shoulder, muttering soft praises as he does so. Thereâs some shuffling before you feel Remus take his place before you again.Â
âOne more time, dove, take a deep breathâŚâ he gently commands as you easily follow. Thereâs another small pinch but in your left lobe this time. Again, Remus secures something behind it and as the numbness lingers so does an added weight.Â
Your eyes flutter open just as Remus presses a kiss onto your forehead, âyou were such a good girl for me,â he praises, smiling and then holds up a mirror for you to admire the delicate earrings decorating your ears with a bright smile, âit suits you, darling,â
âYou just keep getting prettier,â Sirius chuckles and squeezes you in his arms once more, âwell done, princess,â Â
A/N : i went a little overboard with the writing, i didn't know it would stretch on for so long but i hope you enjoy the read! i'm sorry it took me a while to fulfil this request, life kinda got in the way but here it is! please tell me what you think!
NAVI. | HEROES IN TATTOOS SERIES
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Creepypasta/MH - Little Things They Do To Show Their Love
Characters: Tim/Masky, Eyeless Jack, Nina the Killer, Clockwork, Brian/Hoody, Jane the Killer
Tim/Masky
When itâs cold out, he always gives you his coat
Before you even start to shiver, heâs shrugging off his jacket and wrapping it around you
It smells like cigarettes and coffee, but it's very toasty
As he puts it on he rubs your arms, trying to warm you up
If itâs extra cold heâll put his arm around your shoulder as well
He wonât say a word though, heâll just do it in silence
If you point it out he looks away bashfully
His cheeks go a little red and he mutters:
âYeah. Donât mention it.â
When you go back inside he lets you keep the jacket
(for now...)
It makes him happy to see you wearing it; it makes him feel like heâs providing for you :)
Eyeless Jack
He makes sure youâre fed & hydrated
Whenever youâre out together, he always buys you something to eat
Even if itâs just a little snack
He loves buying you your favorite food and surprising you with it
He knows all your likes and dislikes; he never gives you anything you wonât eat
Same with drinks
Though he usually just gives you a glass of water
He wonât pressure you to eat/drink though
Heâll just hand it to you with the expectation that youâll get to it eventually
He might remind you that itâs there if you havenât touched it in a while
âHey, your food is in the bag on the counter. You can microwave it if itâs too cold.â
He just likes to know youâre healthy and hydrated, it makes him feel relaxed
Nina the Killer
Whenever youâre in public, sheâs always touching you in some way
She prefers to be holding hands with your arms linked
She also likes locking pinkies if youâre not that into PDA
If your hands are occupied, sheâll just put her hand in the crook of your elbow
If her hands are occupied too, she walks shoulder-to-shoulder beside you
If youâre out together and youâre not touching, it doesnât feel right
It makes her a little worried
âY/n, is there anything wrong? Did I do something?â
Physical touch is her main method of communicating affection, so she feels blocked out when she canât touch you
Itâs also her way of showing people that youâre together
Not in a jealous way though; more in a âlook at my partner!! Arenât I lucky?â way
Clockwork
She sends you pictures of things that remind her of you
She isnât materialistic enough to bring them to you (unless you ask), but she just likes to show them to you :)
A cool leaf, a pretty flower, a shirt, it could be anything
Sometimes itâs something weird like a dead wasp or small animal
âSaw this and thought of you <3â
Even if itâs weird, she never means it backhandedly
Sheâs always doing it out of affection
She genuinely does spend a lot of time thinking about you, so this is her way of showing it
The smallest of things reminds her of you, and she wants to let you know
Though she usually wonât give the object to you, she might hold onto it herself
Not forever; just until she finds something else that reminds her of you
She frequently has a pebble or something in her pocket for this purpose
Sheâll pull it out when she wants to be reminded of you again
Brian/Hoody
He watches you
Not in a stalker way (though I might argue that he does that too)
When youâre together, he pays close attention to your body language
He uses it to discern your current wants/needs
Like if youâre at a party and you start to look a little bored/uncomfortable, he notices immediately and comes up with an excuse for you guys to leave
Or if you look anxious, heâs ready with a distraction for you
âLetâs not stress ourselves out. How about we watch your favorite show?â
He knows all your physical tells; he can read you like a book
Even when youâre verbally denying it, he knows you better than that
Sometimes he even catches things before youâre aware of them yourself
He gets cocky about it sometimes
Heâs not trying to be condescending, heâs just really proud that heâs able to help you like that
Jane the Killer
She kisses your hand
Itâs a greeting, a goodbye, and everything in between
Sheâll reach over, grip your hand gently, and bring it to her lips
Sometimes itâs a quick peck, sometimes itâs a tender and soft kiss
It's usually when she's feeling especially adoring that she kisses you more tenderly
If she's feeling a little goofy she'll bend down in a low bow and say:
"My lady."
Either way, she canât go long without giving your hand a smooch
It starts as a show of affection, but it quickly becomes a habit for both of you
When you meet, youâre both holding out your hands already for your little ritual
Same thing for when youâre saying goodbye, or when thereâs a moment of quiet
Itâs not too excessive, but it is pretty often
Thank you so much for reading! Take care lovelies <33
(divider by saradika)
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here for you
authorâs note ; been thinking about annoying classmate Jinseong (Zack Lee) and ended up with this⌠past days ideas are rich for possessive guysđŞ will post something cute too!!!
tw ; slightly yandere
â Ë・âŕ¨đŕ§â Ë・â
Lee Jinseong had always prided himself on his newly acquired in university ability to remain calm and collected. the days of street fights and reckless behavior were gone ; now his baggy clothes masked his athletic physique, and he kept to himself, focusing on his studies, avoiding the social scene he had once thrived in. but all that changed the moment he met you.
it started innocently enough â just a few casual conversations after class, small talk that didnât seem like much at the time. youâd laugh at his jokes, ask him about his interests, and listen patiently when he talked about boxing and martial arts. unlike everyone else, you seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say. you werenât like the people he used to hang out with in high school. you listened.
Jinseong thrived on that attention, and before long, he found himself seeking it out more and more. it was like a drug â each conversation, each smile from you, pulling him deeper into a hole he couldnât control. he told himself it was harmless at first. you were friends, right? friends talk, friends hang out. but that wasnât enough for Jinseong. not anymore.
he began to text you constantly, at all hours. at first, it was normal â little things like, âhey, whatâs up?â or âwanna study together?â but then the messages became more frequent, more desperate.
JinJin: "what are you doing?" JinJin: "are you busy?" JinJin: "why arenât you answering?" JinJin: "are you with someone else?"
â Ë・âŕ¨đŕ§â Ë・â
messages would pile up, one after the other, even if you hadnât responded yet. sometimes heâd send three or four in a row within minutes, and the longer you didnât reply, the more desperate his texts became.
it wasnât long before his behavior in person became just as suffocating. he was always there â waiting outside your classes, showing up at the library, popping up unannounced at your dorm. at first, you tried to brush it off, telling yourself that Jinseong was just being a good friend, just protective. but the more it happened, the harder it became to ignore how clingy and persistent he was becoming.
âhey, youâre here!â Jinseongâs voice startled you one afternoon as you sat in the library. you hadnât told him youâd be there, but there he was, standing at the end of the table with that all-too-familiar grin.
âuh, yeah⌠studying,â you said, forcing a smile as he pulled out the chair across from you. Jinseong didnât seem to notice the awkwardness. âmind if i join?â he didnât wait for an answer before settling in.
you tried to focus on your work, but it was impossible with Jinseong sitting so close, constantly shifting in his seat, watching you with an intensity that made your skin crawl. after every few minutes of silence, heâd ask you something, his questions coming out of nowhere, desperate for attention.
âwhat are you reading?â Jinseong asked, leaning in way too close so you could feel his breath on your cheek, and you just knew his hand resting on the back of your chair. âneed any help?â
âno, iâm good,â you replied, feeling how your face just burning and crawling embarrassment. he wasnât even trying to be subtle anymore.
âare you sure? i mean, i can help you with anything. we can study together more often.â he smiled, but there was an edge of neediness in his voice that made your stomach twist. you tried to stay calm, but the more he clung to you, the more anxious you became.
â Ë・âŕ¨đŕ§â Ë・â
he followed you out of the library that day, insisting on walking you home, talking nonstop about things you werenât even paying attention to. his presence felt oppressive now â too close, too constant, too much.
the real breaking point came one night after class. Jinseong showed up at your dorm unexpectedly, knocking on the door with a wide grin on his face.
âhey!â he said cheerfully when you opened the door. âthought we could hang out.â
âJinJin,â you breath out his nickname, a force of habit, but not a sincere wish to him affectionately âitâs late,â you said, trying to keep your voice neutral. âiâm really tired. iâve got a lot of work to do.â
his smile faltered for a second, but he quickly recovered. âcome on, just for a little while. i brought some snacks. you like those, right?â
you hesitated, guilt tugging at you for a moment. but the more Jinseong pushed, the more you realized just how badly you wanted some space. âi really canât tonight, Jinseong. maybe some other time.â
there was a flicker of something dark in his eyes, â you almost never called him by his full name â and for a moment, you thought he might not leave. but then he let out a small laugh, though it sounded forced. âyeah, okay⌠sure. tomorrow, then?â
you nodded quickly, wanting to end the conversation, but the way he lingered at your door for just a second too long sent a shiver down your spine. when he finally left, you shut the door, exhaling deeply, your chest tight with unease. what had started as friendly attention had spiraled into something else entirely, something you couldnât control. and as you leaned against the door, you realized with a sinking feeling that Jinseong wasnât going to stop.
â Ë・âŕ¨đŕ§â Ë・â
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I don't want to be alone tonight...
(very fluffy smut under cut, body worship, bj)
You felt slightly anxious standing in front of Aventurine's door. Not that you weren't used to visiting him, you knew his bed as well as your own. For the past two years you have been coming here twice a week, except days when Aventurine was out on a mission.
It started as a simple deal between two lonely people, something to fill the void in your lives, to break the silence of the darkest nights, the kind of nights that bring memories so livid you can almost feel everything like it happend yesterday.
It was easier to survive them when you had a hand to hold and passion to distract yourself with. It was never just sex. There was a deep, raw sense of comfort in it, melancholic and silent. You barely spoke during those meetings, there was nothing to confess when you laid down with all your wounds wide open anyways.
Today it was different. He contacted you on the day usually not reserved for your meetings, at 4 am. Even through the phone you could hear how tired he was, how weak he felt tonight. With heart filled with worry you rushed to his place. As soon as you ringed the bell the door opened, revealing young man with dark circles under his eyes.
You expected him to flirt with you or joke around like he always did, but none of that happend. He took you by the hand and guided you to his bed with no words.
You glanced outside his bedroom window, taking in breathtaking sight of skyscrapers lit up with neon lights that never dimmed but couldn't outshine the stars above them. You looked up to constellations with hope, finding solace in vastness of the universe. Among all it's planets there must be a place where even you could find peace one day.
- Look at me. - Aventurine whispered. You obeyed, alarmed by his serious tone. He seemed so different tonight. - I don't really like it when you get so nostalgic. It feels like you escape somewhere inside yourself, to a place where I can't follow. I am left wondering if you are really by my side or is it just your body here.
- I am right here with you. - you reassured him, moving your body closer to his. - As mindfull as one can be at such early hour.
He didn't watch your every move like he used to. Normally his eyes didn't leave you when you were in his personal space, always analysing your intentions and predicting your next step. Well, maybe he was just too tired for games today. It wouldn't be the first time this megacorp he worked for sucked the soul out of him. But it's the first time he seemed so vulnerable in front of you. Knowing him this could be the last time as well.
You decided to enjoy the moment while it lasts and gently pushed him on the pillows. His golden locks spread over the silk, framing his face in straight up angelic way. You run your fingers through his hair, and he didn't object, so you bend down to kiss him. His lips were warm and welcoming. He opened his mouth, allowing you to slide your tongue in as much as you wanted to.
You realised he let you control the situation. He never did that before, even when you were on top of him he was the one to choose your pace despite his provocative words. You always respected his need to be the one in charge due to his past, you understood why he craves to decide what is happening with his body for once, so you just followed whatever he initiated. Why did it change? You weren't sure if you want to know judging by how defeated he looked tonight.
You kissed his clenched jaw, the tip of his nose, his forehead. Your fingers tenderly massaged his scalp. He exhaled loudly. Testing the waters you unbottoned his shirt a little, leaving another kiss on uncovered skin. Aventurine closed his eyes and stretched. Taking it as a good sign you undid the rest of his buttons so you could admire his toned but slim chest. This time he didn't even care if you pay attention to his scars, but once upon a time he only had you with lights turned down so you can't see them.
You licked a straight line from his collarbones, through the valley between his chest muscles and abs to his happy trail, just when you were about to pull his pants down he grabbed your hand.
- Why so fast, friend? - he purred seductively, taking off his shirt. Playful smirk returned to his face. - You aren't done here yet.
He sat up and pulled you into his lap to give you a kiss, put his hand on the back of your head and directed your face into his neck, right were his burned mark was.
You were shocked cause no matter how much he paraded this mark, in the past he tensed up when you touched anywhere near that spot. Afraid to spoil the moment you quickly recovered and kissed over the scar as gently as you could. His grip on your head loosened up completely, he slid his palm down your back and rubbed circles all over it. You embraced him as well, caressing his sides. You kissed over the scars littering his shoulder and arm, down to the knuckles of his hand. He pushed his long fingers lito your mouth and you licked and sucked on them obediently. Once he was satisfied with your display of affection he pulled them out and finally moved back to take his pants down.
With only his panties on, Aventurine sat on the verge of bed with spread legs. You immediately kneeled down at his feet and kissed up his thigh. He giggled softly, once again placing his hand on you head and caressing your hair. You went higher, kissing over his clothed semi-erection till it hardened fully, then up to his belly button and back down to his dick while getting his covered by saliva panties out of the way.
You left open mouthed kisses on sides of his dick before swirling your tongue over his tip and sucking on it. Whimpers of pleasure that got out of his throat encouraged you to take the rest of his member into your mouth. Saliva dropped down your chin while you hollowed your cheeks around him.
He came faster than you expected, releasing beautiful moan. You didn't even know he could sound like that, he always controlled his mouth in bed either moaning in obscene way to wrap you around his finger or keeping quiet to not show how weak he is for you. This sound was honest, not so loud but his voice broke a little, proving you did well for him. He collapsed on bed, but his eyes never left your body.
You undressed under his lustful gaze, letting your summer dress slip off and show your lacy underwear. You laid down next to him, on your left side, and he turned to face you. His agile hands quickly unraveled cords holding your bra and panties together. Aventurine pulled you close to himself and kissed you, tickling your sides. You melt into his strong embrace and brush his hair away from his face with your fingers. His hand reached down and massaged your cunt when his lips found your breasts and wraped around your nipple. You kissed his head and played with his hair when he was busy prepering you for what comes next.
- I can't wait anymore. - Aventurine broke the silence. - I need to be inside of you.
- I want to cum so badly, I need this. - you whined out climbing on top of him.
You pushed him inside of you, not letting yourself adjust fully before going up and down on it. His thick girth massaged and ruined your insides in the most delightful way. Sounds of wetness and skin slapping against skin turned you on so much, but quiet moans and heavy breathing of your lover were even better. Your legs felt weak at the sight of his blushed cheeks, eyes dark with desire and sweat driping down his perfect body.
You felt your orgasm approaching but you tired to hold it in so you can both cum at the same time. Aventurine saw right through you and pinched your clit fast, making you finish. You squirted over his abdomen, pushing him to his own release. You collapsed into his arms and he held you till you both calmed down.
- Thank you. I had a really hard day at work. - he sighed, holding you even closer.
- I figured this out. - you admitted. - I'm happy I could help you make this day at least a bit better.
-You sure did. - he chuckled. He looked you deep in your eyes with the most charming smile you could imagine. - Can I ask you for one little favour?
You raised your eyebrow at him.
- What kind of favour?
- You see, I have this big corporation party next week. Would you like to go there as my partner? Most people will bring their plus one. - he winked at you. - Don't worry about anything, I will buy you proper dress and introduce you to everybody.
- I guess I could give it a try. - you agreed hesitantly. Gambler instantly rewarded you with his brightest smile.
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request: "Hello, can you write headcannons on the reader taking the Lin Kuei trio to the movies as a date?" warnings: none | notes: maybe a bit ooc? also was very tired while writing this so maybe some writing mistakes
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Bi-han is most certainly not a movie guy.
I believe he would lean towards more 'traditional' dates, like going out to dinner or late night walks.
Being the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, he wouldn't have a whole lot of time for dates. He might also think they are a waste of time most of the time, he thinks there are better ways to show his love for you. But the few times he will initiate dates, he wants it to be somewhere remote, where it is only the two of you. Bi-han has a hard time showing his emotions, and an even harder time saying them, so he prefers to be alone with you to fully express his love.
When you give the idea of going to the movies with him, he is initially against it. He doesn't have a whole lot of movies or films that he is fond of, mostly because he thinks that it is useless fiction.
You are finally able to convince him tag along with you, convincing him that the movie you are going to see would have many fight scenes and said that the two of you could critique them together. You knew that was something you could draw him in with.
You planned a day you knew there wouldn't be many people in the theater so Bi-han wouldn't feel the need to be anxious or tense. You got decent seats in the middle of the theater.
He kept his rough hand over your own the entire time, squeezing it tightly. It was almost a security blanket for him, knowing that you were here and weren't leaving.
He paid close attention to the movie, actually getting quite interested, looking down at you a couple times with your head leaning on his chest.
Once you leave, Bi-han would be talking about the movie on the walk home, criticizing how the characters acted and none of the fight scenes would actually play out that way. Even though he was critiquing it, you knew he actually payed attention and wanted to express his thoughts with you.
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Kuai Liang thinks that movies are such a fun experience
He loves watching action-comedies with you. He also just loves the idea of being comfy and relaxing with you. Anything that involved him and you just being able to enjoy each other's presence was something he absolutely fawned over.
You told him you had this idea to go see a new adventure style comedy movie and he was filled with excitement. He will stand at the concession stand for a while until he knew that the two of you had everything you needed before watching the movie.
Always on time, usually even early so he can get snacks before the movie starts. He wants to make sure everything is perfect for you so that you can relax and be the most comfortable. Kuai Liang is always going to go out of his way to do the absolute best for you, no matter what it is. You are a god/goddess to him and he would worship you any chance he gets.
Gets really into the movie and the plot line. If you really enjoyed the movie as he did, you two will talk for hours on different parts you enjoyed and how you hope there will be another one.
On your walk home, he will tightly hold your hand while thanking you multiple times for being able to bring him along to the movies and saying how he will never get tired of going out with you. Kuai Liang will pour his heart out to you over and over again until he is drowning you in kisses from the top of your head to your collarbone.
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This man adores movies with you.
To be fair, Tomas adores doing almost anything with you. Any sort of outing with just the two of you makes him so happy, as if he couldn't ask for anything else.
Will watch any type of movie with you: comedy, romance, action, horror, etc.
would 100% watch Johnny Cage movies
Once you asked him to go the movies with you, his face lit up and he immediately accepted.
Will plan the entire day around you going to the movies. He will plan a lunch/dinner to go out with you before going to the movies and then would buy a handful of sweets for both you and himself from the movies concession stand. Once the movie would start, Tomas would be leaning down to your ear to comment on anything interesting he'd see in the movie or something he would laugh at with you.
Would have his arm slung around you, either around your shoulders or draped across your waist so that he could hold onto you while he looked up at the movie screen. He'd be smiling and smirking at you every couple of minutes and leaning in to press a kiss to the top of your head.
Wants to go see every new movie with you and will buy tickets early to secure seats for new and upcoming movies.
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A Bump In The Night: Part 3
Find part 2 here Summary: Tommy confronts Pol, and comforts you, meanwhile James and Lizzie pay a visit expecting to settle a date.
Warnings: Smut, fingering, p in v, spanking
taglist: @calmingmelody96 @sunflower-tia
Tommy bursted through the door, grabbing everyoneâs attention from the living room lounging areas. Finn knew that look, the âGet out or I will force you out lookâ. The only Shelby that refused to move was Pol, along with the elephant in the room. Smirking she didnât say a word from her position in the armchair, gracefully sipping the burning cup of tea.
Removing his jacket, he hung the fabric cloth away onto the coat rack, reaching for a cigarette before addressing you.
âGo to your room. Now.â When you tried to respond Tommy held his hand out, silencing any further words you may want to add. Shrugging and crossing your arms tightly around your torso, with hurried footsteps you scurried into your room, slamming the door shut, the walls shaking from the anger behind your strength.
Rolling his eyes, Tommy knew heâd deal with you later, and began to approach his aunt with vindication, and power with every step against the hardwood floor.
âI thought we came to an agreement Pol.â Taking a seat, he crossed one leg over the other, pouring himself a glass of whiskey from the end table.
âI donât recall, what youâre speaking of my dear, ever infuriating nephew. Go ahead kill Mr. Gold, itâs what you do best after all isnât it? I pity you Thomas. I knew your mind was fucked, hell all of ours are, but  your sister? I knew you were close but thatâd be a line I thought youâd have the common sense not to cross.â Scoffing, he let the burning sensation liqour wash down his throat, twiddling the glass with his hand, thinking wisely before responding.
âHm.â  Eyebrows creasing together, his lips curled into a soft smile, a smile that spoke with a threat.
âPol. Iâve always put this family first, the business first have I not?â She nodded subtly, still holding her stance on the opinion of profound disapproval for the relationship, trying to ignore every day the knots curdling in her gut just at the thought of you two together.
âSheâs young, and I refuse to be her heartbreak, as should you. She was crying today yâknow? The thought of you marrying her off, to Lizzieâs cousin, sending her away from me. Sheâs comfortable here, and she will lose all sense of trust if you push her out of this house. I wonât allow it. So allow this to sit next to you as a reminder. I know where your son is, I know heâs got some whore knocked up right now. It would be a shame if something were to, I donât know, happen to them, all at the cost of your disapproval of Y/N and I. So listen, and listen closely.â Pol sat there, her heart sinking like a ship down into the depths of her stomach while a lump formed in her throat from disbelief. Her worried eyes fixated on Tommy.Â
âYou will not marry her off. She will stay here, in the place that has been her home. You will keep denying of any knowledge that we are anything more than brother and sister. Forget the cut, I have more information than what I need, and you of all people should know, when I have a plan, chaos ensues, wars break loose and I can assure you-â
He stood up from his seat, staring down at your anxious aunt, lips pressed in a firm, cold hard line not stuttering a single word with his menacing tone.
âYou do not want to go to war with me. Call off the wedding, or you leave my hands tied with no choice. Your call.â Pol watched as he walked off to the stairs, presumably to your room.
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Opening the door, he found you face down into the plush pillow, his shirt tucked between your delicate soft hands. He knew this act well, and known it to be the silent treatment that youâd only give him when youâre terribly upset.
âDarling. I donât think you have anything to worry about. Iâve got it under control and taken care of. You know Iâll always look after you.â There were those soft, wide teary eyes when you tilted your head up. Tommy pursed his lips in pity, always hating see his baby girl saddened, the delicate thing you were. His hand pressed against your teary cheek, caressing your soft skin while he placed a kiss to your temple.
âCâmere.â He pulled you onto his lap, cradling, and holding your shaking body closely to his heart as he felt your nose nuzzle into the crook of his warm neck.
You truly were terrified Pol would send you away, marrying you off to anyone who held the highest bid, like you were just some pawn in a game you werenât wise enough yet to play.
After a moment of silence and Tommy rubbing your back attempting to soothe you, when he felt your breathing pattern relax and no longer heard sniffles, he presumed it time to discuss what happened at school.
âSo, whoâs this new friend of yours eh? With me taking care of Pol, I donât see a need for you to be cordial with him anymore.â Furrowing your eyebrows, struck by his jealousy, you pushed yourself off of his lap, standing directly in front of him with your arms crossed, a discerning scowl painting your face.
âI donât think thatâs very fair, considering you know how I feel about Lizzie, yet you disregard me every time. She likes you, just how James likes me. Maybe a little jealousy, would do you good to realize your not the only man that wishes to be between my legs.âÂ
âAh but thereâs the difference love. I am the only man that has been between your legs, and if I recall correctlyâŚâ Trailing off, his digits ran between your heated thighs, feeling the warmth of your pussy still yearning for another fuck from him. He knew he was quite right when you released a lustful, surprised sigh, eyes nearly fluttering shut.
âYou wouldnât want it any other way.â Tommy focused his calm ocean on yours, noticing you werenât telling him to stop as he massaged your mound.Â
Pulling your panties aside, you hadnât stopped him from inserting one of his digits deep into your already soaked core, receiving a hum of approval from your brother.
âThatâs what I thought, my desperate girl.â Your chest was falling and rising , eyebrows furrowing together trying to hold back from the building pleasure, trying to make that tiny heartbeat in your pussy diminish not wanting to give him any gratification.
His plush lips connected to your neck, marking his territory as he kissed your honey suckle, smooth skin while his fingers continue to work you open.
Giving into him, you fell back onto the mattress, Tommy towering over you, clutching your breast through the tight shirt, having the ability to see your nipples already hardening, wanting to burst from the thin fabric.
His fingers sped up, your nectar merely swimming down your slippery slope as you grinded down against him in an attempt for more friction.
âMore- p-please TommyâŚâ Pulling his fingers out, you whined from the sudden emptiness, ready to throw a fit once more until he pulled you over his lap.
âYou know the rules yet you disobeyed them.â Frowning, he pushed you skirt up, displaying yourself over his thick thighs, feeling the cold leather of the buckle of his belt against your side, causing goosebumps to form on your skin.
Perching your ass up, you were biting your lip nervously, embracing for impact.
Shifting slightly, you winced when in reality Tommy was just rolling up his sleeves.
Caressing the delicate skin of your bum, he swiped his hand back before sending it full throttle clashing onto your smooth, unharmed skin.
âOw!â You screeched out, but the more you squirm, the sharper Tommy hit, more forceful.
Slap after slap he watched your ass bounce, your skin darking to a bruised shade.
âAre you going to talk to boys anymore?â
âNo! No! I promise Tommy!â Another smack, your ass cheeks stinging and writhing in pain. Your hands gripped at the sheets while you were on the brink of tears, cheeks heating from the agony.
âDid you learn your lesson?â He took amusement from seeing your desperation for the punishment to be over.Â
âYes! Yes! I swear!â Pushing you off onto your stomach, he removed his pants, sliding those soaked panties to the side, revealing your glistening cherry, dripping like water and eager to be filled.
In a swift motion he was still careful, knowing itâd only been your second time, thrusting slowly inside of your tight walls.
Furrowing your eyebrows, you released a lustful moan from feeling so full. The pain was still present as you adjusted to the large shape of his cock, but the mint scent of his breath by your ear, and the warmth of his skin against your back comforted you, subduing the uncomfortable feeling.
âTaking me cock so well love, so fucking tight you are.â Nibbling on your ear, he pumped slowly in and out of your cavern, allowing your sex to suffocate his shaft. Moaning you moved your bum back, demanding more friction, more movement.
âEager now, are we?âÂ
âFuck me Tommy please, I need you.â The sound of your desperate, delicate voice was enough for him. Quickening his pace, he drilled into your dripping cunt with a such force your ass bounced up and down against his skin, grinding and pushing him further in until he was balls deep inside of your dripping cunt.
His lips connected to the crook of your neck as you moaned sweet despairs into the pillow, an engimatic fire lighting between your thighs while he fucked into you relentlessly.
His hands roamed down your sides, sucking and leaving his marks on your shoulder blades.
All of him was yours, and all of you was his. Skin to skin, each ping of pleasure forming clouds in your heads, thighs becoming weak as he gripped your sides, his cock swiftly pounding up into your cervix.Â
âTommy I-Iâm going to-â
âSince you took your punishment so well, I suppose you can cum. Release love.â Without needing any further instruction, you rode his cock with such ferocity and precision, until your walls clenched tight around his thick member, your silver syrup oozing out as your toes curled, your body trembling around your brother.Â
At that moment there was a knock on the door startling you both, it was Pol standing in the door way huffing and puffing when her eyes fell on your nude bodies intwined in bed.
âOh for godsake! I donât mean to interrupt your rendezvous but James and Lizzie are downstairs. Get yourselves together, theyâre requesting to speak to you both.â Slamming the door behind her, Tommy rolled his eyes, holding you close to his heart when he sensed your discomfort of going downstairs. You hated to upset others, and held a strong dislike of confrontation. You knew itâd look odd if you were to stay upstairs, and Tommy would always protect you and keep you away from the line of fire.
Peppering sweet kisses to your cheek, and tickling your sides. He reassured you once again that he had things under control, not to fret.
Coming down the stairs, Lizzie scoffed at the sight of your messy bed head, to which you replied with a hateful sneer. To avoid tensions, Tommy settled his hand on your arm protectively, giving a stare of dominance, demanding obedience or else.
Walking in with a cup of tea, and Pol by his side, James walked in with a kind hearted smile that soon turned upside down once he realized the change of heart by the subtle apologetic look on your face.
âTo what do we owe the displeasure? Surely youâve heard Iâve already found her a more suitable candidate, you understand, eh?â Tommy held his strong position, his determined blue eyes speaking with power and position, ensuring that they were comprehending there was no further room for discussion.Â
Lizzie stood there baffled, wanting to prod at who it was. Sheâs had her suspicions for quite some time. Pol wanted to slap that stupid grin off her nephewâs face, knowing the game he was playing at. James stepped further in the room, disregarding Tommy, and settling in the love seat, folding one leg over another. If Lizzie wasnât going to ask, he was.
âWhat is your problem with me Mr. Shelby? Iâve posed no threat to Y/N, Iâve been a kind friend to her. Tell me, did you really find another man, who are you saving her for someone else?â The skepticism in his voice, and the confidence in questioning him made Tommy smirk.
âI donât like you. I donât trust you, nor are you good enough for her. As her brother itâs my job to ensure her safety, and approve of whoâs to marry her. Why would I trust her with someone whoâs bought whores off the street, assaulting them when you believe no one has an eye on you, eh?âÂ
âBrother or lover?â The room went silent, everyone astounded by the accusation, focusing their eyes on Tommy, waiting for an answer.
Chuckling, he took a seat across from the boy while pouring a glass of whiskey from the sidetable.
The tensions were high, a lump held in your throat from being nervous, all of Birmingham knew what Tommy was capable of. James tried to act as if he wasnât frightened and intimidated of the middle Shelby, merely locking his jaw to hide the slim quivering of his bottom lip while Pol and Lizzie held their standing positions.
âQuite offending accusations, no? For someone who knows little to nothing about us Shelbyâs. I find you intriguing James, youâve lost the game but still willing to play, why is that?â Tommy spoke with authority and grit, unphased by the boy sitting in front of him. James knowing how introverted, and shy you were took the opportunity, glancing toward you grinning as if he had an upper hand, before he had the chance to take a jab at you, Tommy leaned forward, pointing his finger at James.
âMy eyes are over here. Sheâs not involved in this little conversation. Sheâs a big girl, can make her own choices and she chose for me to tell you to fuck right off, or I will not hesitate to call my men, and ensure you never return. Donât believe me? Then tell me how I know so much about you when youâve only just met my sister today.â Before Lizzie could argue for her nephew, Tommy raised his hand silencing her, reminding her the men were talking and her interjection wasnât needed.
James was rendered speechless, Pol fuming nearly breaking her glass in her hand when the boy got up without a word, bidding you goodbye and leaving, forcing Lizzie to come with him.
As soon as the door shut you rushed over to Tommy crying joyfully and squeezing his sides.
Pol thought back to Michael, holding her tongue at the risk of his life in Tommyâs hands. She hadnât even known where Michael was. Shooting daggers at you both, she exited the room calling for Arthur for a family meeting.
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Can I request Fpe teachers x MissDelight!reader? About when someone looks at them they stop moving. But they atleast are good friends with the teachers?
[If not I apologies 10000Ă]
ŕ¨ŕ§ PLAY FAIR âŽâË
MISS DELIGHT READER X TEACHERS (ft: the students)
A/N: you literally read my mind, i thought of that idea the same exact second i opened Tumblr, a bit shitty cause i got my first writer's block... yay
Type: Headcanons, romantic/platonic, fluff.
Tw: Killing mentions, mentions of breaking bones in the end, nothing too much (ig) you literally haunt Mister Demi's mind.
Song recommendation: Sleep well
ŕ¨ŕ§ Miss delight reader would probably be the 2nd most feared of the teachers after Miss Circle since they have such creepy and permanent smile and a powerful observation of others, it's as if you have eyes everywhere.
ŕ¨ŕ§ Miss Bloomie would absolutely love you, she would be by your side all the time, she would probably like how you have such a sweet but cruel personality, it adds and matches your creepy but kind of sweet appearance.
ŕ¨ŕ§ Miss Circle and the other teachers would use you as a distraction to the other failing or bad students or stubborn ones who always keeps escaping, while they are too busy looking at you, the other teachers sneak up on them and catch them by surprise.
ŕ¨ŕ§ Although they do get the creeps whenever you chase some student, like, one time Miss Circle walked in during you chasing someone and instantly froze when she saw you, and you, were just there, standing straight in the hallway with the shadows covering up your whole face and the light hitting only your hair on the left side while your white shiny pupils stared at her soul.
ŕ¨ŕ§ She noted to always check if you are chasing someone whenever she goes to roam around the halls, she doesnt wanna see you like that again... nor have nightmares about you.
ŕ¨ŕ§ Miss Thavel is indiferent about you, she doesnt like nor dislike you, she just thinks you are another teacher who works hard and has its ways of creeping the students into getting good grades and to punish them if they dont.
ŕ¨ŕ§ Miss Bloomie on the other hand finds it super cool, you can creep people so easily! she finds you one of the coolest there and often would team up with you to help catch the students, she didnt get unsettled of your creepy state when paralised, not at all! she just found it super duper cool!
ŕ¨ŕ§ Mister Demi when he sees you like that, he just paralised, and it suddenly became an eye contest, like a statue looking at eachother, just for you to win in 3 seconds in because Mister Demi just booked it and didnt look back, this man fears you and your smile makes him more anxious and nervous, you are gonna be the death of him.
ŕ¨ŕ§ Miss sasha would try to adjust to your creepy nature, often trying to give you compliments on your appearance and tough abilities, even though it creeps her out and you know it.
ŕ¨ŕ§ Miss Emilly tries to keep her distance from you, everytime she hears the clacking of your heels approaching, she just excuses herself if shes talking to someone in the moment or just casually walks away, she gets why people are creeped out by you and you personally is unsettling to her.
ŕ¨ŕ§ âThe smallest bone in your body is the stapes in your ear. Still, damage it, and you risk losing your hearing! Want to learn more about human organs? Pay close attention in class!â
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hi:> i like the way you write!! can I ask you for such a headcanon about a Mikey with a very anxious girl? so she often gets anxious and so on
Note: heyy <3 Thanks for the lovely request, I hope you enjoy reading it :))
always pays close attention to your movements and facial expressions to see when you feel uncomfortable
promises you that you can always talk to him when you feel it coming on again
he knows what it feels like, like waves, sometimes you're doing super well and then it suddenly hits you harder than you can imagine
as soon as he sees even the slightest trace of fear in your eyes, he pulls you into him, wraps his jacket and arms around him so that you are pressed against his chest, warm and safe
If you are in a noisy or restless place with lots of people at that moment, he will also gently cover your ears so that you have at least a moment's peace and quiet
he will stay like this until you have the opportunity to go to a familiar place
then he will gently take your hand, squeeze it lightly and not let go until you have arrived home, for example
his eyes gentle, soaked with love and care
does not allow you to feel left alone in this big world
your fear is not and has never been a problem for him, it is a part of you, just like everything else about you, and just like everything else about you, he loves and cherishes this part of you
I also wrote other scenarios to him and other characters, so here is my masterlist if you want to check it out
My request are open, so if you want to request something, just feel free to leave a comment or send me an request, love you all, have a nice day/night :3
Attention: The characters and the gif do not belong to me. All credits go to the actual owners. If you want anything to be changed or removed, please write to me.
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