#it's how close they sit/stand next to each other compared to others that always gets me

[mushroomseb]

familiarity (noun)

1. close acquaintance with or knowledge of something. 2. relaxed friendliness or intimacy between people.

[liliavanrougelover]

It's the little things

Summary: The little things that make them fall in love with you a little more

Characters: Everyone (- Ortho)

A/N: I love Azul <3

Humming or singing along to a song unconsciously:

You’re just doing homework. It’s such a mundane act. But the way you softly hum along to the music coming from his phone makes his heart skip a beat. The way you murmur a couple words before switching back to humming does something to him that he didn’t expect. It distracted him from his own work. He thinks how much he would love to hear you fully sing a song. He discovers that it’s a lot. He just knows your singing would be perfect, even if you don’t think so.

↳ Riddle Roshearts, Ruggie Bucchi, Jack Howl, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia, Silver Vanrouge, Neige Leblanche

Sitting closer to them than usual:

You’re sitting next to each other doing your own things. He’s working and you’re scrolling on your phone. When he looks over, he notices you’re a little closer than usual. You scoot a few inches closer, your shoulder now brushing his. He smiles a little at the contact and scoots closer to you. He leans in a little feeling the warmth radiating from you. The warmth that he’s so used to. Even though it's such a small thing, he can’t help but fall just a little harder.

↳ Cater Diamond, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Rook Hunt, Malleus Draconia, Silver Vanrouge (Ends up falling asleep on your shoulder), Che'nya, Neige Leblanche

The way your nose scrunches when you smile or laugh:

It’s nothing compared to the sight of your smile, but it’s a close second. He loved seeing the scrunch of your nose as a smile forms on your face. He couldn’t explain it, but it was just so cute. Whenever he saw it, he felt the urge to playfully boop your nose. He felt the urge to keep you smiling so could continue to see the cute nose scrunch. He also loved seeing it when you were angry or disgusted, but he loved it more when you were smiling. His two favorite sights mixed together.

↳ Cater Diamond, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Lilia Vanrouge, Che'nya, Neige Leblanche

When you refuse to go to sleep without him:

He wanted you to get proper sleep even if he didn’t. He was busy and had work to do. You had no excuse to be up with him. But when you complain about him still being up, his resolve to continue working crumbles. He stands from his desk and leads you to bed and falls asleep with you in his arms.

↳ Riddle Rosehearts, Deuce Spade, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Idia Shroud, Neige Leblanche

When you make his lunch and slip a note in:

When you hand him a lunch bag and tell him you made him lunch, he feels grateful. The school has a cafeteria where he could always buy his own lunch, but you went out of your way to make him lunch. It’s free too. However, when he sat down to eat, he didn’t expect to find a sticky note with a small little message. His smile grows so big that people think he’s cracked and gone insane. He won’t tell anyone about it or show it around even if it means people truly start to believe he’s crazy. This note is for his eyes only. And he keeps it. And every note you put in the lunches you make him get saved up, until he has a small collection that he reads through when he needs a reason to keep trying his best.

↳ Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover, Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi, Jack Howl, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Epel Felmier, Silver Vanrouge, Neige Leblanche

Cooking for him:

He always loves when you make him food. Whether it’s a full-course meal, or a dessert, he loves it. You thought about him and that’s what matters. Especially if he’s too busy to make his own food. He’s working so much that he doesn’t have the time, so when you give him food that you made for him, he’s thankful. Even if it’s not the best, it’s the thought that counts. If you want, he’ll teach you how to cook better. And he might find time to make you something in return.

↳ Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover, Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Silver Vanrouge, Sebek Zigvolt, Neige Leblanche

Helping with his work:

He’s so tired. He has so much work to do and it gets tiring after a while. So, when you ease the burden and cut his work in half for him, he’s super thankful. He watches you doing some of his work, and he can’t help but stare at you with a lovestruck look in his eyes. He doesn’t even realize that you’ve done more work than him. He shakes himself out of his little lovey-dovey head space and gets back to work. And if you catch him sneaking glances at you as he works, no you didn’t.

↳ Riddle Rosehearts, Ruggie Bucchi, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Idia Shroud

Helping with club activities:

Whether you help carry stuff, bring snacks, or just hype him up, he’s happy you’re there. Even if his clubmates don’t want you there (for whatever stupid reason), he wants you there, and that’s what matters. He’s happy that you’re there to support him in his club activities. Eventually, he starts to forget that you’re not part of his club. He becomes so used to you being there, that when you’re not, he thinks you’re skipping. He hopes you continue to join him though. He loves having you around, even if you’re not actually doing anything.

↳ Riddle Rosehearts (Do anything), Cater Diamond (Bring snacks!), Ace Trappola (Cheer him on), Deuce Spade (Cheer him on), Ruggie Bucchi (Cheer him on and bring snacks), Jack Howl (Do anything), Azul Ashengrotto (Cheer him on), Jade Leech (Hikes! Hikes! Hikes!), Floyd Leech (Cheer him on), Kalim Al-Asim (Do anything), Jamil Viper (Carry stuff), Vil Schoenheit (Do anything), Rook Hunt (Let him teach you ✨SCIENCE✨), Epel Felmier (Cheer him on), Idia Shroud (Cheer him on), Malleus Draconia (“So, gargoyles…”), Lilia Vanrouge (Bring Snacks)

Help with his dormmates:

Sometimes, fights break out in the dorm, someone gets confused, or someone gets hurt. It’s his job to take care of it and make sure everything is ok. But, when you step in and take care of it for him, he’s grateful. It makes his job easier and you might even be better at helping than he is. Of course, when he sees you struggling to help, he’ll step in and help both of you. And at the end of the day, he’ll thank you for your help by peppering your face with kisses and praising you endlessly.

↳ All the housewardens

Listen to him talk about his interests:

He’s not used to someone listening to him talk, so when you ask him about his interests and listen to him talk, it makes his heart skip a beat. Sitting there listening so intently and even asking follow-up questions that prove you’re actually listening, he can’t help but remember why he fell in love with you. His heart skips a beat everytime you ask. And when you start getting interested in it too? Even better! He can nerd out even more with you and learn what you know about the subject. He’s not sure how he ended up with someone as great as you.

↳ Jack Howl, Jade Leech, Epel Felmier, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia, Sebek Zigvolt

Help him with flight lessons:

He can hardly get off the ground. He needs help. Please give him pointers or training or something! He needs help! He’s been scraping by doing the bare minimum but isn’t sure how much longer he can do this! HELP HIM!

↳ Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech

Comforting him:

You’re his safe space. His comfort person. When he’s feeling down, he just wants you to hold him and tell him how much you love him and how he’s doing a good job. He wants to know that he’s doing right by you. He wants to know that you love him. He just wants to curl up in your arms and be reassured. He is doing good, right? You still love him, right? Please. Let him stay in your arms just for a while longer. He needs his safe space, just for a moment. Only for a moment.

↳ Riddle Rosehearts, Cater Diamond, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Neige Leblanche

[pha55ed]

Diet Pepsi || F2

type :: smut! tw/cw :: size kink (ollie), corruption (paul), fem!reader (all) contains :: ollie, paul, pepe, zane summary :: certain kinks that the drivers have, - "break all the rules 'til we get caught" diet pepsi - addison rae (my first smut on this acc!)

request :: i desperately need a paul fic based on diet pepsi by addison rae i dont know why i js think its such a perfect combination 🤧 also maybe bed chem by sabrina carpenter is also perfect for him - 🧸 (thank u for the request! i love ovulation songs LOL)

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Ollie Bearman | 87 size kink

He's aware that he's bigger than most people, but he loves comparing how much smaller you are to him. Hand sizes, height, weight, anything. It makes him so happy to know that he's stronger than you, it makes him feel so masculine and protective.

It's a bit rude, but honestly he doesn't care - he loves treating you like a rag doll. Using one hand to pin both of your hands down above your head so he can use you without you clawing at his back. Easily separating your thighs from each other with his strength even if you try to close them. Or his favorite, simply lifting you up into the air and fucking you while standing up - gripping your waist with two hands and lifting you up and down on him with such ease.

But don't worry, after being so mean to you he's gentle at the end. Cuddling you in his arms, he's always going to be the big spoon. Brushing your hair to the side and cupping your face, telling you that you did amazing even though you were a pillow princess.

Paul Aron | 17 corruption

There's just something about ruining your innocent image. It doesn't matter if you're a virgin or not, but the way that you're perceived by the public being so different from how he sees you. The media sees you as a sweet and quiet person, more reserved than others.

Yet he sees you in ways no one else is allowed to. And he loves that, he loves knowing that he's ruining your image, he's the one making you act so out of character.

Wearing things like a cute sweater, innocent skirts, and bows in your hair make him go crazy. He doesn't want you to take them off, he'd rather fuck you while wearing those so he can see this sweet girl get her brains fucked out.

Pepe Marti | 21 cock warming (lwk edging but it depends)

He's a busy guy with a lot of training to do. So the best way to stay close together is to simply just cock warm, it makes perfect sense. You sit on his lap, his dick in you, while he stim races for hours on ends. His bare chest is so warm and comfortable, you can't help but try to fall asleep.

But you're never able to, because the second he crashes or finishes his race - he relieves his feelings onto you. Thrusting into you by surprise, going at a rapid and fast pace. He'll only stop once he's over his anger or the next race loads in.

And once it does, he stops instantly and locks into his race. So you're left there, edged and overstimulated from the past times you've came all over him. It's confusing in your guts, but it's better to feel full than empty.

Zane Maloney | 05 overstimulation

Being a racer requires being an adrenaline junkie and good health. Perfect for you, since you get the honors of having your brains get fucked out by Zane every time he's free. He loves using all his energy and pent up anger on you. He'll spend hours fucking you without him even cumming once, to make sure that you get the best experience.

But it's never boring, as if could be with him. He loves trying new positions and adding different stimulations for you. Reverse cowgirl, doggy style, 69, every position ever made has been tried by Zane and you. Every single sex toy has also been tried by Zane and you, no matter how odd or weird.

Not only is it a good way for him to get his energy out, but he's also just a curious person. Seeing you react to certain touches, hearing you moan just a bit louder, all of it is worth it to him. It makes him so happy to know that he's making you feel good. He doesn't even care how long he has to wait till he finally cums, because any time with you is good time.

(Zane is deadass so cute like omg, why have I never looked at him??? he has tattoos? listens to podcasts for fun?? loves the US and the diverse culture??? the cutest fucking gummy smile I've ever seen????? I love him now)

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[harrywavycurly]

Fine Print: Meddlesome

Masterlist: Here

CW: Minor jealousy, some anxiousness, shyness and a touch of panic.

Word Count: 6.4K

A/N: I am clearly tossing Zayn as a bestie in all my fics now sorry not sorry, I’m so excited to get deeper into this story! I hope y’all enjoy!✨

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Summary: You pay Harry a visit to his office and attend his father’s retirement party✨

“Good morning Harry.” Harry smiles as Sydney, his secretary hands him a newspaper and his coffee before he enters his office.

“Morning Syd.” He replies with a polite nod as he folds the paper under his arm and pushes open the door with one hand, he notices a stack of things needing his signature already waiting for him on his desk and he can’t help but let out a sigh as he sits down in his plush chair placing the newspaper next to the stack.

He brings his coffee up to his lips and takes a sip as he unfolds the paper so he can begin his morning routine, something about Harry is that he has always enjoyed taking the first five minutes out of his morning to drink his coffee and read the paper. It’s something he got from his father, who refuses to start his day without at least getting a small glimpse of the business section of the paper. But when Harry opens the paper he feels his eyes go wide and his mug nearly slips out of his hand as he reads in big block letters at the top of the page “Future Mr & Mrs. Styles due to wed before the month ends”.

Right below the announcement is a photo of you and then a photo of him with details about the two of you including some facts about how the two of you have been distant acquaintances for years, and how you ran into each other recently and started a whirlwind romance and it all has Harry’s head spinning and his chest feeling tight. He hears the faint sound of voices outside his office but his eyes can’t tear themselves away from the paper in his hand, he reads it again and again thinking that maybe he’s getting the names wrong but then he looks at the photos, your photo and he can’t help but just stare at it.

You’re smiling and look perfectly put together but then his eyes go to the photo of him that looks like they just took the one from Styles & CO’s website so he has his glasses on and he looks professional enough but not nearly as well polished looking compared to you. The differences in the photos have him wondering if that’s what the two of you look like when standing next to each other in real life. Does he look disheveled even in his well fitting trousers and dress shirts just because he’s standing next to you, a woman who oozes confidence and is effortlessly charismatic?

“I promise you he is expecting me.” Harry is snapped out of his thoughts as he hears what he swears is your voice outside his door. “Let’s just go in ask him shall we?” Before he can even place his coffee down his office door is opening and you’re walking in with an annoying looking Sydney close behind.

“Harry I told her you were busy but she demanded that she see you-said you were expecting her.” Sydney explains as she rushes to stand next to his desk, a move that you immediately take as her trying to show you how close she is with him.

“Did you just call him Harry?” You ask with a hint of confusion in your gentle tone as you quirk an eyebrow at his secretary who just opens her mouth to say something but you shake your head and hold a hand up. “You know what it’s not important.” You say with a soft smile as you watch her cheeks turn pink before you turn your attention to Harry who is still holding his coffee in one hand and the newspaper in the other and a dazed look in his eye.

“I can call security if you’d like.” Sydney tells Harry as she turns so she’s facing him, you watch her lean over and place a hand on his shoulder. “They can be here in two minutes.” You let out a laugh as you walk to the front of Harry’s desk, his eyes are glued on you as you place your purse down in one of the seats across from where he’s currently sitting. You place a hand on top of his desk so you can lean over and gently take the newspaper out of his hand and hold it out so his secretary can get a good look at the page he was reading.

“I don’t think you need to call security on his fiancé but I do appreciate the dedication to keeping your boss safe.” Harry adjusts his glasses as he places his coffee down on the desk, he clears his throat as his mind is finally able to register what’s going on.

“Uhm thank you Sydney but there’s no need for security.” Harry says calmly, you watch the girls face drop as she scans the page of the paper before looking at Harry who is still looking at you almost as if he’s not fully convinced he’s not dreaming.

“Sorry ma’am I didn’t know-he’s never mentioned you before.” You give her a polite smile and a nod as you place the paper down on Harry’s desk, not missing the slight edge to her voice.

“Likewise.” Your voice is as smooth and sweet as ever, giving the appearance that her never having heard of you doesn’t bother you a bit because in reality it doesn’t. The thing that does bother you in this moment is how overly friendly she is with Harry who is all but oblivious to what’s going on right in front of him. You watch her smile falter for a brief moment as her hand slips off Harry’s shoulder while you cross your arms over your chest and sit on the edge of his desk.

“I’ll uhm leave you two alone then.” She mumbles as she turns and rushes out of the office, you roll your eyes when you hear the door click shut.

“I think she has a crush on you.” You tease lightly as you slide off his desk, fixing the skirt of your dress before walking around to stand right next to him.

“I’m sorry wha-what did you say?” Harry stutters as he turns his head to look at you making you smile as you place a hand on the arm of his chair giving it a little push so you can squeeze your way to standing right in front of him.

“Good morning.” Your soft voice has Harry’s heartbeat slowly going back to normal as you make yourself comfortable sitting on his desk, making sure not to bother his stack of paperwork or his mug of coffee. “You look handsome today.” Your hands reach out and mess with his tie, his eyes drop down to your hands and he feels his cheeks get hot as your eyes roam over his outfit.

“Thank you uhm you-you look very nice today I uh like your dress.” He tries his hardest not to sound so flustered but he can’t help it, you look as if you belong there, sitting on his desk with his knees on either side of your thighs and a soft smile on your face while you adjust his tie and smooth down the collar of his shirt.

“Well you know me. I’m always trying to look good for my man.” The wink you send him has him swallowing thickly as he looks down at his lap. “Oh come on let me have those eyes for a few minutes.” Your voice has that tone to it that has Harry instantly doing as you say, fixing his glasses before his eyes meet yours.

“I wasn’t uh expecting you this morning.”

“I know I’m sorry to just drop in like this but I figured you’d see the paper and have a bit of a freak out but it was your mom’s idea to announce the engagement before the party tomorrow I just didn’t realize she was going to do it in the newspaper.” Harry swears he is trying to pay attention to what you’re saying but when you bring a hand up and run it through his hair all while staring into his eyes it’s almost enough to have him backing away and turning his chair towards his computer to get some relief from your suddenly overwhelming presence.

“It’s uhm okay you-you’re welcome here any-anytime.” You smile as Harry’s hands grip the arms of his chair. “My mom did this? The uh newspaper announcement?” You just give him a little nod and rest your hands on the tops of his shoulders, he feels the tension begin melting away with the warmth of your hands.

“She did-I told her to just let us announce it tomorrow but she mentioned something about the board being there and they might think it’s a little suspicious to announce an engagement the same night as a retirement.” Your hands begin to gently rub the tops of his shoulders as you explain his mother’s reasoning to the giant announcement in the paper, Harry doesn’t even notice he’s pushing his chair closer to you so you can move your relaxing touches down the sides of his arms.

“Suspicious? Why would they think it’s suspicious? They-they don’t care about when or who I marry they just need me to be married before they’ll accept my new role in the company.” You give him a look as the words come tumbling out of his mouth and he knows he probably said something he shouldn’t have when you remove your hands from his arms.

“If they don’t care who you marry then maybe you should go ask your lovely secretary Sydney out there to be your wife.” You tell him with a slight edge to your soft voice that has Harry’s heart dropping to his stomach as you cross your arms over your chest and break the eye contact the two of you have been maintaining this whole time, opting to look over at the wall his bookshelf is on instead. “I’m sure she’d love the opportunity to-”

“I don’t-don’t want anyone else.” You have to hold off your smile as Harry stands up and with a shaky hand reaches for your arm. “I want you to-to be my wi-wife and I’m sorry I said they don’t care-they do they want me with someone who-who can handle the kind of uh pressure that comes with being with uhm a ceo and uh you’re per-perfect.” His words come out in an awkwardly slow pace and he stutters a bit but you feel a sense of pride start to blossom in your chest at how he was able to still get his point across, something you can tell he isn’t quite comfortable doing, at least not yet.

“You don’t want anyone else? You want me?” You ask as you turn your head to face him as his hand loosely wraps around your arm.

“Yes I just want you n-no one else.” Harry feels a wave of relief wash over him when he watches a smile work its way onto your face as your eyes stare into his.

“You know for someone who wants me so badly you haven’t even gotten me a ring yet.” You tell him with a teasing tone that has him feeling a warmth spreading from his neck up to his face. “Or proposed.” It’s the playful smile you give as you look up at him that has Harry nearly dropping to his knees right in front of you and offering to get you whatever ring you want as long as you’ll agree to be his.

“I’ll get you a ring.” You let out a soft chuckle at how serious his voice is as you place your hands on his chest, you open your legs just a bit and Harry without even realizing it steps between them causing your dress to rise up to the middle of your thighs.

“I know you will.” You give his chest a gentle pat as his hand drops from your arm and lands on his desk only an inch away from your thigh. “You really don’t see it do you?” Harry quirks an eyebrow at you as his pinky rubs against the soft material of your dress, you don’t bring attention to it because in this moment you know Harry isn’t aware of what he’s doing, too focused on making sure you’re not upset with him.

“See what?”

“How handsome you are.”

“Oh uh I mean I’m not that handsome.”

“So you’re saying I’m lying?”

“Uh no-no that’s not-”

“I’m just messing with you Harry.” He lets out a sigh as you give him a reassuring smile, he moves his hand from the desk and runs it through his hair. “You are extremely handsome though.” You catch the way his cheeks flush a light shade of pink, you feel his hand fall down and rest on the top of your thigh and again you don’t bring any attention to it because you want Harry to feel comfortable around you and a part of you likes the way his warm hand feels and aren’t ready to have him move it just yet.

“You’re very pretty.” You want to reach out and pinch his cheeks at how adorably flushed he looks after managing to get the words to come rushing out of his mouth all while having his eyes locked on yours.

“God I could just eat you up.” You say with a soft laugh as you place a hand over his that’s on your thigh, it’s in that moment that Harry realizes just how close he is to you and where exactly his hand is but you anticipated this, his face going red and the fumbling to try to move backwards to give you a little space while mumbling an apology so you are quick to reach out and place both hands on his face to keep him close.

“You’re okay.” Harry swallows thickly as you bring a hand down and grab his so you can put it back on your thigh. “This is okay Harry I swear I’d tell you if it wasn’t.” He just nods as he tries to get his nerves under control, the smile you give him tells him you’re being genuine.

“I uhm I don’t want to make y-you uncomfortable.” He admits shyly while looking down and he has to fight the urge to close his eyes when he accidentally looks directly at your chest but he quickly corrects himself and glances down at your hand on his that’s still resting on your thigh.

“You don’t make me uncomfortable Harry.” You reassure him by giving his hand a little squeeze and in a rare moment of bravery Harry lets his thumb gently rub at the soft fabric of your dress, not able to look you in the eye just yet, his stay locked on your small hand overtop his larger one and he finds himself oddly enjoying the size difference. “I should let you get back to work.” He swears he hears a tiny bit of a pout in your voice but he’s still not ready to look anywhere else but your hand on his to check.

“I don’t have much to do to-today.” You smile as he adjusts his glasses before his eyes slowly make their way up to your face, his cheeks still dusted a light pink.

“I have a few errands to run before tomorrow.” He just nods as he moves back just a bit to give you room to slide off his desk, his hand briefly resting on your hip before he shoves it in his pocket, no longer trusting himself not to reach out and grab you so he can beg you to spend the day with him. He’d let you sit on his desk or lounge on his leather sofa he doesn’t think he’d care where you sit or stand as long as you’re nearby.

“Oh okay.” You look up at him and give him that soft round eyed stare that he swears puts him in some sort of trance as you reach up and place your hands on his chest so you can use him for supper to get onto your tip toes and place a kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow but if you need anything call me okay?” All he can do is nod as he stands there frozen in place like a statue as he watches you move around to the front of his desk so you can grab your purse. “Have a good day hubby.” The wink sends him practically falling back into his chair, you let out an adorable little laugh as you open his office door.

“See-see you tomorrow.” He manages to get out before you walk out of his office, as soon as he hears the door click shut he lets out a puff of air and leans his head back against his chair. “She really might kill me.” He thinks to himself as he takes his glasses off and places them on his desk so he can run a hand over his face. “Right. Back to work Styles you have-things to do.” He mumbles as he puts his glasses back on and grabs the first few pieces of paper off the stack that need his approval and signature before being sent off to his father.

“He’s all yours.” You tell his secretary that is sitting at her desk with a hard glare aimed directly at you. “But I’d give him a few minutes to-regroup before you go in there.” She makes a face of absolute disgust as a scoff falls from her mouth, but you know it’s really coming from a place of pure jealousy having dealt with people like her before you know exactly how to handle her.

As you walk towards the elevators you think maybe it was a little rude rubbing it in her face that Harry is off limits but then as you turn to look at her over your shoulder and watch her adjust her top making her cleavage be more on display before walking towards Harry’s door you being to think maybe you weren’t clear enough and Sydney needs a harsher dose of reality.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You mumble as the elevator doors open just as she slaps on a fake smile and enters his office, you roll your eyes as you walk inside and press the button for the lobby deciding now isn’t the time to deal with her, you have more important things to do. “What a bitch.” You think to yourself as you pull out your phone to text your driver that you’ll be down soon.

“Wait-they stayed on the whole time?” You let out a laugh as your assistant and long time friend Zayn holds out your earrings in his palm, his face holding a look of pure shock as you grab one of the small silver hoops.

“Yes the whole time.”

“They didn’t fall off in the middle of it?”

“Nope.”

“How’s that possible? I mean you’re saying he bent you over the desk and his glasses never slipped off his face?” You just shrug as you grab the other hoop from his outstretched hand before walking around your kitchen gathering your phone and some chapstick to toss into your purse.

“Honestly I wasn’t really focused on his glasses.” You shoot Zayn a wink making him roll his eyes as he leans against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest.

“So it was good then?” He questions with a raised brow and you just nod as you mess with your phone. “Like good enough for you to want to maybe try it out in real life and not just in your dreams?” He adds and when he notices your cheeks get pink and you start to chew on your bottom lip he lets out a laugh because he knows you’re thinking about it, the dream you had last night of your future husband having his way with you in his office during a busy work day.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to trying it out if he-” your words are cut off by someone clearing their throat causing you and Zayn to turn your head in the direction of the entryway to the kitchen.

“Sorry I uhm didn’t mean to interrupt.” Harry’s voice is low and a tad bit uneasy sounding as he looks down at his feet after holding your stare for less than a few seconds, just long enough for you to see his flushed cheeks and it has you looking over at Zayn who is too busy eyeing the tall green eyed man up and down to notice you shooting him a concerned look.

“Oh you’re fine mate not interrupting anything.” Harry looks over at Zayn who offers him a smile as he pushes off the counter and walks over with his hand stretched out for Harry to shake. “I’m Zayn the assistant and bestfriend of your future Mrs over there.” He explains as Harry grabs his hand and gives it a firm shake that has Zayn looking over at you with a look of approval making you roll your eyes.

“Nice to meet you.” Harry says politely and when he lets go of Zayn’s hand and turns to face you that’s when you notice something is different about Harry and it has you letting out a small gasp as you place your phone on your counter.

“Oh my god you’re not wearing your glasses.” This has Zayn biting back a snicker as he gives you a thumbs up on his way out of the kitchen giving you and Harry some much needed privacy.

Harry lets out a nervous chuckle as he rubs at the back of his neck while you give him a once over, his black suit is perfectly tailored and the silky red shirt he has underneath his jacket is a perfect match to the red of your dress. Your eyes roam over his face taking in his strong jaw and cheekbones, the usual light jade color of his eyes is now a deeper emerald green as they look into yours for less than a second. A grin takes over your face as you reach out and smooth the collar of his shirt down ignoring the butterflies that are going off in your tummy at how handsome he looks, a fact you know he probably isn’t even aware of.

Harry swallows down his nerves as he watches your hands mess with his shirt, but then you make a slight humming sound as you take a half step backward to make sure everything is in place and he has to look down at his feet so you don’t notice the redness creeping up his neck to his face. It’s a noise that shouldn’t bother him but it has his face heating up and his hands clenching into fists at his sides because it sounds too close to a noise he’s imagined you making several times now, often time while he’s alone with a hand wrapped around himself. The mixture of the humming sound and the fact he walked in on you and your assistant discussing a dream you had, a dream that he was in that involved you bent over a desk, is just a little too much for him and he isn’t sure what to do with himself.

“You look great.” Your words have Harry smiling at the ground. “This is when you’re supposed to tell me how good I look too.” You softly tease making his head snap up as his eyes are wide when they finally find yours and before he can open his mouth to fumble his way through an apology you grab one of his hands in both of yours and gently run your thumbs over his knuckles. Harry swears you have some sort of magical powers because the moment he feels the soft touch of your hands and your eyes stare directly into his he feels every worry he had rushing through his mind fade away letting him focus on what’s happening in this current moment.

“There you are.” Your voice is soothing and a tad bit sweeter than normal and Harry knows it’s because you’re trying to get him to relax and he will be the first to admit it’s working. “Thought I lost you there for a moment.” You joke as your thumbs continue their calming touches over his knuckles.

“Sorry I uhm you just-” you stand there and watch as Harry takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly through his nose before he tries to speak again. “You look beautiful.” His words come out more clearly and you smile as he even gives your hands a small squeeze.

“Thank you. I’m glad my man likes my outfit.”

“Oh I uh have-have something for you.” You let go of his hand and quirk a brow as he pats at his jacket before sliding a hand into the inside pocket and when he pulls out a little box you feel your heart beat faster and your eyes go the tiniest bit wide. “I saw it and thought y-you’d like it.” He explains as he opens it before holding it out for you to see what’s inside.

“Harry this,” your words get trapped in your throat as you reach out and grab the ring from the box, it’s a beautiful solitaire cushion cut diamond on a simple silver band and it has your eyes going glassy and a lump forming in your throat not just because it’s the prettiest ring you’ve ever seen but because it made him think of you when he saw it. “It’s so pretty.” You whisper as you try to hold back your emotions, Harry feels a sense of pride wash over him and it makes him feel confident enough to place the empty box down on your counter so he can gently take the ring from your hand.

“I uh asked my mom to get your ring size so-so uhm hopefully it fits.” He says as you place your left hand in his so he can place the ring on your ring finger. “Perfect.” He mumbles as he slides the ring down so it’s snug against your knuckle, you have a grin on your face as the two of you look at the engagement ring on your finger.

“I love it.” You wiggle your fingers making a small chuckle escape him as his eyes once again find yours. “Thank you Harry now I really feel like your fiancé.” He smiles as you lean over and place a kiss to cheek.

“I’m glad you like it.” He says with a cheesy smile on his face, you securely wrap your hand around his and reach over and grab your purse.

“Let’s go show it off.” You shoot him a wink before leading him out of the kitchen towards your front entryway. Harry just lets you tug him along and before he knows it he’s sitting in the back of a car on the way to his father’s retirement party with your hand on his knee and the same silly smile on his face.

You can feel Harry’s anxiousness all the way from across the room as you stand with his mother and a few wives of people who work for the company. It doesn’t take long for you to spot him, he has his back facing you as his dad reaches over and gives Harry’s arm a firm squeeze and if you weren’t aware of how rude it would be to just exit your little gossip group you’d walk over and check on him. Anne catches your stare and has a smile on her face as she brings her glass of wine up to her lips.

“The two of you look wonderful together.” She says before taking a sip. “This is working out lovely. He’s already looking more-sure of himself.” She adds making you smile as you look away from Harry and over at her.

“Well I don’t know if I can take all the credit for that.” You joke as you grab a glass of champagne off a tray one of the waitresses is carrying around. “He’s a very handsome and smart man so it’s not as if he has a lot of reasons not to be sure of himself.” Anne just nods as she turns to look at Harry, who is now standing there with a hand in his pocket while the other one holds a glass of whiskey that’s still only half full even though the party has been going on for over an hour.

“He may be smart and handsome but he’s also shy and second guesses himself constantly but-I don’t know something is already different about him.” You take a sip of the bubbly liquid as she watches Harry’s eyes scan the room, his face expressionless until he finds you and then a smile creeps its way across his features and his eyes practically light up. “And it’s because of you.” She explains as she looks back over at you just as you turn your head and see Harry staring at you, his cheeks turn pink but he doesn’t look away instead choosing to keep his eyes locked with yours.

“If you’ll excuse me for a moment I think my fiancé needs me.” Anne chuckles at your words, you give her a polite smile before stepping away and heading across the room towards Harry.

“Hi.” His voice is soft and warm as you stand in front of him, without any hesitation he reaches a hand out and brushes some hair behind your ear before resting it on your waist making you smile at how effortless that action seemed.

“Oh better watch those hands Mr.- I’m an engaged woman after all.” Harry laughs at your teasing words but doesn’t rush to move his hand. “How are you feeling? I thought your speech was great.” You tell him with a reassuring smile as your free hand reaches up and runs through his curls. Harry speech about taking his father’s place in the company was heartfelt and very nice, you felt proud of him for getting through the whole thing with only a few stutters and fumbled words.

“I uh feel fine I guess? Just a little anxious about the next steps that’s all.” He feels himself relaxing as your hand rests on his chest, your fingertips lightly brushing the skin under his shirt where he has the first few buttons undone.

“Next steps with the company or-”

“My dad gave us a house” Harry’s words cut you off making your eyes go wide as you try to take in what exactly he just said.

“A house?” Harry just nods as he brings his glass up to his mouth for a quick sip. “Why did he give us a house?” You question making Harry shrug as his hold on your waist tightens just a small bit as he sees his father approaching the two of you.

“If it isn’t the happy couple.” You drop your hand from Harry’s chest so you can turn around and face Edward, Harry’s father who is staring at the two of you with a smile on his face. “Has he told you about the early wedding present?”

“The house? Yes actually he just told me about it and I’m not sure what to say.” Harry’s hand moves to your lower back as he takes a step so he’s now standing next to you.

“No need to say anything it’s our old summer estate we used to go there a lot but now it’s not really getting the use it deserves so I thought it would be a great little love nest for the two of you.” You have to hold back on letting out a laugh because the way Harry’s father is talking about the two of you is as if he has no clue this marriage isn’t one built out of love but more so just to help Harry secure his newly announced role in the family business.

“Oh well thank you Mr. Styles that’s so considerate of you.” Harry swears the way the words roll off your tongue so smooth and effortless sends a jolt of desire straight to his crotch. Finding it extremely attractive how calm and confident you are talking to a man most people find intimidating, not to mention how easily you’ve managed to fit yourself into conversations with people you barely even know. It’s something Harry wasn’t even aware he found sexy but he’s sure it’s not just your confidence he finds so appealing but more so just you in general.

“You’re welcome oh how’s your dad doing these days?” You rub your lips together before giving him an answer.

“He’s good. You two will have plenty of time to catch up and hit a few rounds on the course now that you’re about to have so much free time.” Harry’s dad laughs and nods as he reaches an hand out and gently wraps it around your arm while his eyes land on Harry.

“Take good care of this one son she’s a gem.” He shoots Harry a wink and gives your arm a soft squeeze before letting go and turning to head towards Anne.

“Can’t wait to see this summer estate of yours.” You say with a chuckle as you turn so you’re facing Harry. When you look up at him there’s something different about the way he’s looking at you, his eyes are darker and there’s an intensity to his stare that has your pulse quickening.

“Are you-” you don’t get to finish your sentence before Harry is leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. You close your eyes as his hand comes up and cups the side of your face, gently tilting your head up so he can ever so slightly deepen the kiss. The champagne glass nearly slips from your hand as you feel his lips move against yours in a kiss that while to others might look innocent and sweet, has your heart pounding in your chest and a newly awakened desire for more brewing low in your tummy.

“Wow.” Is all Harry can say when he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours while you try to catch your breath.

“Yeah.” You agree with a giggle as Harry’s thumb gently rubs back and forth over your cheekbone.

“Sorry I didn’t ask I just uh-really wanted to do that.” You can feel his nerves wanting to creep back up as he clears his throat and stands up straight, his hand moving from the side of your face back down to your waist.

“You don’t have to ask Harry it’s okay if you kiss me.” You reassure him with a smile that he tries his best to rerun but his nervousness won’t let it quite reach his eyes making it only half genuine. “I’m your fiancé you’re allowed to touch me I’m not made of glass remember?” You tell him for the second time since meeting him and all he can do is nod trying not to let himself get swept away in the nerves that are bubbling up deep inside his chest.

“Okay I’ll uhm do my best to re-remember that.”

“I don’t think you could’ve made a better match.” Anne smiles as her husband wraps an arm around her waist as the two of them watch the scene unfolding across the room. “He seems smitten.” Edward adds making Anne just nod as she watches you smile at her son while reaching up and wiping the edges of his mouth with your thumb.

“I think the two of them are quite fond of each other already.”

“And you don’t think this whole thing is a bit meddlesome?” Edward’s voice has a hint of worry in it as he watches Harry’s face turn pink when you place a kiss to his cheek.

“No I’m his mother it’s my job to make sure he’s happy and taken care of.”

“Yes I understand that but there’s a difference in setting him up with someone so he can be the new head honcho at the company and setting him up because you think you know what’s best for him and who he should end up with.”

“You saw him Ed-he was miserable and lonely and now even after just a week he’s smiling and-”

“Happy.”

“Exactly. And it’s not as if I lied-he needs to marry someone so what does it matter why I picked her if in the end they get married and stay married because they actually love each other?” Anne asks as she turns to face her husband who just lets out a sigh and gives her a shrug, having learned years ago it’s better not to ask too many questions or try to argue with her because most of the time in the end she ends up being right.

“I guess you’re right.” She smiles as he leans over and places a kiss to her cheek. “As always.” He adds with a playful grin when he pulls away.

“They really are so cute aren’t they?” She asks as she looks over just in time to see Harry nearly tumbling over his own feet as you practically drag him to the dance floor.

“She seems to know how to loosen him up that’s for sure.” Anne playfully swats at her husband’s chest as you wrap your arms around Harry’s neck and his hands land on your waist, the two of you seemingly lost in your own little world as you begin to dance to the song the pianist is playing. “But yes love-they’re cute together.” He answers as he feels Anne rest her head on his shoulder.

As he looks out at his son who he can tell is mentally preoccupied with trying not to step on your feet as he sways you back and forth, Edward can’t help but feel a sense of relief knowing you’re the one who’s going to be helping Harry get comfortable in his new role. He has a feeling that if anyone can get his son to feel more confident it’s you, the one who has him currently making a little bit fool of himself on the dance floor with nothing but a smile on his face and a look of what Edward can only describe as something along the lines of love and affection in his eyes as he stares at you. A look he knows all too well because it’s the same one he has anytime he looks at his own wife.

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My Pain in the ass - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader part 2

Summary: After getting sick, Seung Hyun was quick to make sure his favorite girl was taken care of, not realizing he was showing not only you but his bandmates also, how much he truly cared about and loved you

Warnings: None <33

The next day you had the morning off, thankfully, being able to spend it with the boys after what felt like forever of nonstop working. Tiredly sitting up in your bed, you looked around for any of the boys, only seeing empty beds instead.

You made your way out of the room, your blanket being tightly wrapped around you as you entered the living room, looking at the four boys pouting "Why didn't anybody wake me up for breakfast?" You mumbled, watching as they all sat around, left overs from their breakfast sitting on the table, you slowly made your way to Seung Hyun silently, telling you were still exhausted, he just raised his arm, knowing better than to mess with you while you're still waking up. Moving to lay down against his side you sighed "You were still sleeping, we figured put yours in the warmer until you were up" Seung Hyun assured, going back to focus on his book, you just curled up against him, closing your eyes again.

"Y/n/n" You heard a deep voice pulling you back out of your sleep, feeling two lips press against your forehead before being shaken lightly "Sweetheart, wake up, we have to get going" Seung Hyun huffed, glancing at the clock and then the boys "I told you! Like a cat!" He huffed crossing his arms, trying to stay annoyed but as you shifted, taking his hand in yours, even in your sleep, it melted his heart. "Well she's got to get up" Ji-Yong frowned walking over "Why has she been sleeping so much?" He asked as he went to pat your cheek, as his hand made contact with your cheek, he felt how warm you were "Nooo! Shit!" he cursed, you all had a show tonight and rehearsals in an hour, and you were still asleep feeling like you just came out of an oven or heater. Looking in their friend's direction, they slowly walked over, watching Ji-Yong run a hand through his hair "She's sick. Think about it, whenever she got sick last time? She basically slept for three days straight" He huffed, crossing his arms "We're going to have to call YG, they're going to be pissed it's so last minute" He rambled, it wasn't that he was upset with you, just stressed as hell, he knew this would upset a lot of fans, especially the ones specifically coming to see you.

You were left at home, Seung Hyun making sure you had everything you needed before they left for rehearsals and their show. Their show went good, YG staff only being slightly frustrated with your absence, but Seung Hyun couldn't help but feel guilty as he performed. Ever since you joined BigBang, you and Seung Hyun had based your chorography off of each others, so with you not being there, he felt like he was leaving you out and like he was alone. The feeling didn't leave his chest until they all arrived back home around 3 in the morning, as he kicked his shoes off at the door, he made his way towards the bundle of blankets on the couch, noticing your water and dinner still untouched he sighed. As the living room light came on, you groaned loudly, trying to pull the blanket tighter over your head "No, come on" Seung Hyun demanded sternly, for the first time since you met Seung Hyun he grabbed your hand, pulling you off of the couch and on your feet "You're taking a warm bath, and eating, then two cups of water, and you're going to bed" He explained, tiredly walking to the bathroom, leaving you standing in the doorway as he disappeared into the bedroom, whenever he came back in, he held your swim suit and some night clothes. "Change into these, and call for me" He said as he handed you the swimsuit before stepping out of the bathroom, he hated seeing you sick, you always looked so sad and miserable compared to your usual giddy self, not to mention you would stop taking care of yourself entirely due to lack of energy.

Whenever Seung Hyun helped you out of the bath, you tiredly leaned against him, grunting softly as he wrapped an arm around your waist helping you move to the bedroom, holding the towel around you as tight as he could along with his robe he had grabbed for you. That was the others' sign that Seung Hyun had finally fallen for you, that man hated being sick, and germs, whenever one of the boys were sick, he had made a point to get a hotel room, just so he wouldn't get sick. Here he was though, helping you move around, helping you wash your hair, without a single complaint. Seung Hyun wouldn't dare complain, he knew you needed him, you had told him multiple times you felt safe around him, even admitting he was one of the only guys you trusted with your life and safety, knowing he wouldn't dare risk either of them. As you tried to crawl onto the bed, Seung Hyun stopped you "Aein, You can't sleep in a soaking swim suit" He chuckled as he grabbed your clean nightclothes, closing his eyes before he started taking off your swimsuit and changing it out for a pair of sweatpants and one of his hoodies. Once the hoodie was pulled down over your chest, Seung Hyun opened his eyes again, leaning forward quickly to let his shoulder catch your head that slowly fell forward.

"Oh, Aein" He whispered sadly, helping you back onto the bed, keeping his hands on your shoulders as you slowly leaned back until your head hit the pillows "Sweetheart, You need to keep yourself hydrated" He whispered, shaking his head as you just pulled the covers over your face tiredly. Knowing you wouldn't budge, Seung Hyun just climbed into your bed next to you, sighing as he placed his arm over your waist.

It took three days for you to be back to your usual self, Seung Hyun quick to return to his usual self as soon as he noticed you were okay. As you approached the rehearsal studio you made eye contact with the boys, all four of them smiling excited to see you back up and moving. As you entered the room, you immediately rushed to Seung Hyun, hugging him tightly "Noo! Go away! Germs! Get away!" He shouted raising his arms in the air, you just squeezed him tighter "Thank you for taking care of me" You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his hands, respecting his wishes of not wanting to get sick. Seung Hyun rolled his eyes playfully "I just didn't want to continue doing your parts for shows, your dancing is way too feminine for me" He joked, you just giggled, knowing damn well one of his favorite things to do was to mimic your chorography, especially whenever he was drunk. "Thank you.." You repeated, hugging him one last time before turning around to thank the others for helping you with you not going to the show. As you went through rehearsals, you couldn't help but notice Seung Hyun's eyes on you as you followed the moves you had learned a few weeks prior. As you spun your hands in front of you slowly, you rolled your body forwards with each step you took before spinning around, swinging your arm above your head as you swiveled your hips around. Looking over your shoulder behind you at the mirror, where the crowd would be if you were performing, as the bass of the song started to fade, you slowly kneeled down before holding your pose as the music ended.

Whenever you turned around, Seung Hyun had his hand over his mouth, gripping his own jaw as he dragged his hand down his face watching you closely. "Stop staring like that!" You gasped blushing brightly as you caught him, He just blushed as he looked away from you "I can't help it! It's so..different!" He protested as you marched over, poking his chest playfully "You're different" You joked, taking his hand in yours, much to his protest "And you're weird" He shot back, laughing as you gasped in shock "How rude of you!" You laughed, blushing brightly whenever you felt his hands on your waist, swaying you softly as you both spoke to each other.

Whenever you arrived home, it was like usual, you had gone straight to the couch, flopping onto Seung Hyun's much to his disliking. "Why are you so obsessed with touching mee!?" He shouted as he whined, trying to move himself out from under you without causing you to fall. "Because You're hot and nice" You huffed, hugging him tightly "Why won't you accept my love?!" It was your turn to shout and whine, growing frustrated with him, he had been acting weird with you all day, and it was starting to upset you now. "Because I love you in a different way!" He huffed before realizing what he had said, you looked at him in shock, letting his words process in your mind before you took a deep breath "Like how?" You asked, messing with the threads of his sweater nervously "Like..I want to kiss you like the other day but all of the time" Seung Hyun admitted shyly, you hid your blush behind your hands before looking at him "Why don't you?..You don't have to ask me...not you" You whispered, biting your bottom lip as you watched his eyes flicker between your eyes and lips, taking a moment before pressing his lips against yours firmly. As your lips moved together, Seung Hyun held onto you tightly as you laid on top of him, your lips feeling like pure clouds against his. Slowly pulling away, you bit your bottom lip giggling "I love you too" You whispered shyly, noticing his bright smile that you swore was contagious.

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Lovelies? You like? <33 I'm heading to bed though lovelies as it's currently 3AM my time, but I hope you enjoy this story, and make sure to keep your eyes out for some smutty requests I'll be posting later today along with more parts to both T.O.P and Ji-Yong stories <3 ;) goodnight! <3 I shall talk to you lovelies in a bit! <3

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COINCIDENCE - MATT MURDOCK

//it was intended as a rewrite but is just a part three i guess, idk there was a lot of discussions so peer pressure. plus the original request wanted a happy ending so i did that!!// pt1 // pt2

Pairing: Matt x Wife!Reader

Word Count: 2,083

Summary: The problem never ended, just hid. The most painful solution is acknowledged but Matt refuses to stand idly by.

The rest of the day was a blur. Matt only stayed for one hour and left. Your other classes complained that they didn’t get a special guest speaker, and while you wanted to explain it to them so they weren’t upset, something wasn’t sitting right in your stomach.

You were still upset with Matt. The idea of Elektra being in your shared apartment made you feel like the other woman, even though you were the wife. You wanted to burn down the building, throw Matt’s things into the dumpster, knock Elektra’s perfect teeth in, punch Stick in the nose. You were still so angry.

The reconciliation was supposed to be enough. That’s what your mother had always told you about marriage. Nothing was too big for you two to get over if you loved each other. Sometimes someone had to swallow their pride and forgive a fight before you lost the other. But why were you letting him off the hook without knowing that he’d do anything you asked? And what was to keep Elektra from making moves on him?

Once your kids were finally out and dismissal was done, you dropped back into your work chair. The photo was still face down, and maybe that was the indiciation you really needed that nothing was really settled.

You picked up your phone.

“Foggy Nelson.” Foggy answered.

“Hey, Fog… Did Matt make it back?” You asked, filing assignments into folders and sliding them into your bag to grade later.

“No, he said there was something he needed to take care of before you got home. Why?”

“Can I come by the office then? I need to talk to you.”

“Sure? Is everything okay, Y/N?”

“No, I don’t think so.” You sighed. “I thought it would be a ‘sweep under the rug’ instance but it’s just… not.”

“Okay, yeah, come on by. You want me to have some food delivered?”

“You’d be a lifesaver if you did.”

“Pizza will be ready when you get here.”

“Thanks, I’ll see you in a bit.”

You ended the call and finished packing up your classroom. By the time you were done, nothing made any more sense than it did before. You were frustrated walking to your car because talking about things was supposed to help.

But you and Matt hadn’t really talked about it, had you?

You told him how to resolve the physical part of the issue. Get Elektra out of your apartment and finish whatever mission he was on as Daredevil. The latter you only added because you knew he wouldn’t leave well enough alone, stubborn bastard. But it didn’t get to the heart of the issue.

Just answer the question!

Elektra!

The understanding settled in your stomach like a rock. Despite your marriage, despite everything she had done to Matt, he said her name. He knew you were in the next room. He knew you had been restless, unable to sleep without him beside you. He knew there were nights you had stayed awake until you heard him come in just to know he didn’t die out there. He knew you would’ve dropped everything if he had called you from an alley and needed your help to get home. But maybe, all of that, he’d still do for her.

You walked into the building, smiled politely to Karen, and walked into Foggy’s office. He smiled widely and brandished the still steaming pizza. You closed the door behind you.

“I think I need a divorce.” You spoke, your voice barely above a whisper.

“What happened to ‘hello’? ‘How are you’?” He replied, setting the pizza down. You almost laughed. “What’s going on?”

You sat at the table and he sat across from you. You spoke quickly, giving every detail you thought relevant. He listened quietly, probably comparing it to what Matt had told him about the situation. When you finished, he sighed heavily.

“I thought it’d be enough to just hear him say he didn’t mean it.” You sniffled. At some point during your story, you began crying. “But I can’t stop thinking. Is she friends with his friends? Does he think about her? Is she less controlling? Easy-going? Well-traveled? Well read? God, she makes me so upset!”

“Okay, let’s slow down a little.” Foggy offered.

“She’s beautiful.” You laughed bitterly. “And he loved her. She’s been on the other side of his bed.”

“They haven’t even talked before whatever came up.”

“I know it’s crazy, but I can’t stop thinking that he’s been thinking of her when he’s talking about me.”

He was quiet for a minute, taking it all in. You took the time to eat some of your pizza. So many thoughts were running through your mind.

Did you want the divorce? Did you need the divorce? Would Matt agree or would he drag it out in court? Would you be about to convince Foggy to help with your side or would he remain loyal to his friend? Whose side would Karen take? How long with Elektra wait before stepping in?

The questions were so loud you didn’t even realize Matt had shown up. Your eyes went wide when he sat beside you, then you immediately turned your glare towards Foggy. Your friend put his hands up in surrender and offered a nervous smile. When your stare didn’t lighten, he ducked out of the room.

“Y/N…” Matt began and your heated gaze turned on your husband. “I thought-“

“You know, it’s a real coincidence.” You cut in sharply. “Without her even being here - Well without me knowing she was here - she was back in your life. It was like she just knew. Now her name comes up once, comes up twice, comes up every goddamn minute since I saw her.”

“You know I don’t feel that way about her.” He insisted.

“But she’s in the same damn city every damn night. And wow, what a coincidence that you’ve lost all your common sense now, huh?”

“Seriously?” Matt scoffed and you crossed your arms. “I’m the one that’s lost it?”

“Last week, we were perfectly fine. We were normal. Now, it’s like you’ve been holding space for her in your life, and now she’s right there to fill it.”

“There’s no space! It’s only you!”

“Is it?” You laughed in disbelief. “It’s not someone trying to turn the past into the present tense?”

“No!”

“If she wasn’t here, would you be going after the Yakuza?”

His mouth opened then shut. He clearly thought better of whatever his initial answer was going to be, so he took a moment to decide on a better answer. “Not immediately, I don’t think so.”

“I’m surprised she’s not trying to suck up to ask your friends.”

“Y/N, sweetheart-“

“Don’t sweetheart me, Matthew.” You said sharply, maybe sharper than intended. “You lied to me.”

“I didn’t.” He defended.

“Oh, of course. I’m sorry. You told me the truth, minus seven percent. Which just so happened to be the important seven percent.”

“This isn’t about Elektra.” He shook his head.

“It’s about you, you fucking idiot! She’s the girl you outgrew. That’s what you told me! Isn’t that what you told me?”

He nodded quietly.

“Then what the fuck was that when Stick got you to say her name?” You screamed.

There it was. Your admittance to what truly started it all. When he had said it, your heart sank. It fell into a hole so deep in your chest, you still didn’t feel it beat in your chest. You went through your day as normal as you could, but everything in your body felt numb. You felt hollow and you thought you could blame it on Elektra’s general presence.

But you were wrong. When it came down to it, when it was just you and Matt locked in a room, the truth came out. It wasn’t completely Elektra’s fault.

It was Matt’s.

“What was that, Matt?” You asked quietly, hot anger shifting to betrayal.

“I don’t know.” He admitted. “I want to say that I was just caught up in the moment.”

“You were defending our marriage two seconds before.” You scoffed. “You don’t have to lie to the woman that loves you. I can do that myself.”

“I never meant for this to happen.”

“That doesn’t change that it did. That doesn’t change that you hurt me, Matthew. Why can’t you admit to that?”

He reached for you, to feel your body whether it be your leg or your arm. Without thinking, you scooted your chair back. He froze immediately and his brows furrowed behind his glasses. You tensed in your seat when you realized.

You had never shied away from Matt’s touch before. You never avoided him.

“So you meant it…” Matt said quietly. You didn’t need his super senses to hear the heartbreak. “You want a divorce.”

“You said you’d pick Elektra.” You confessed quietly. “What else am I supposed to do?”

“I’ve already picked, Y/N.” He leaned forward in his chair. It was as close as he dared to get to you. “I know what I said. I know that you heard it and I know that it broke your heart. If I could take it back and just think about that goddamn question, I would.”

“So why didn’t you?”

He couldn’t answer.

“Hell’s Kitchen is nice, but who do you really want by your side?” You pressed. “And when you and Elektra inevitably break up again, would it be a coincidence then too? Would it be worth it?”

“I can’t lose you.” He nearly whispered.

“I’m going to stay at a hotel for a little while.” You decided. “I won’t draw up divorce papers just yet, but I am considering it… Call me when you can actually have this conversation with me.”

“Y/N..”

“No, Matt, just don’t. I love you so much, but I… I can’t just pretend this will go away. I thought when we talked earlier it was enough, and I was able to forget for a little while. But once the kids were gone… Fuck, it hurts. I’m so confused.”

“I’m not.” He looked at you hopefully. “I love you, Y/N. I want you. I would marry you again and again. I choose you, always.”

“Not always… What might be the only time it truly mattered, you chose Elektra. I get the whole notion of having soft spots for first loves, and I know Elektra was different for you. I accepted that when I fell for you. But look at what she’s done, what she’s put you in the middle of.”

“I chose to get involved.”

“Yeah… And it might’ve cost our marriage.” You stood. “Was it worth it?”

“No.”

“Good. Sit with that regret for a little while. When you can stand in front of Stick, with Elektra in full health, and honestly tell him you pick me, you can come find me.”

“I’ll do it right now.” He stood quickly and took a step to block your path to the door. “I care about Elektra, but not the way I need you. Please…”

“What am I supposed to do, Matt, just let it go?”

“No… Please, just give me a chance.”

“I am, but I need to think and so do you.”

“I can’t lose you.”

“And I need you to need me, just me.”

“I do.”

You smiled slightly to yourself, thinking for a brief moment of your wedding. You knew it’d be a lot of rebuilding to get your marriage back to what it was, and it wouldn’t really start until Elektra was gone. You didn’t know her true motives with Matt but you could take a guess. Regardless, he was trying to convince you and you so badly wanted to believe him.

So you took the chance.

“I’ll be at the Presidential for the rest of the week. Figure it out, Matt, or I’ll do it for you.”

You didn’t return to your shared apartment until that Sunday. When you did, Matt was waiting for you. No sign of Elektra’s presence was a relief. No sign of Stick either.

Rather, your favorite flowers were on the coffee table, the newest book from your favorite author and a stuffed animal were beside them.

You stared at them in appreciation.

You didn’t believe everything was back to normal, but Matt was showing you that he was going to try and fix it. He was fighting for your marriage, so you would too.

[poofmagictrick]

Thoughts on TADC episode 5

ITS FINALLY HERE. This episode was genuinely soooo worth the wait!! Before the episode drop, I've been theorizing and commenting on what this episode will lead to. So glad to see that goose's writing exceeded my expectations, she did a great job developing mainly jax and ragatha this episode. On that note, THEIR DYNAMIC IS STARTING TO REVEAL ITSELF AND I WAS SO HAPPY WATCHING IT UNFOLD AND DEVELOP THROUGHOUT THE EPISODE AAA

In the episode, Jax seems to warm up to Pomni throughout the whole episode which a lot of people including myself were spot on about that. Jax starts to chill around Pomni and make jokes, not being the usual mean jerk everyone thinks of him as.

Although that adventure was shorter compared to the other adventures cramped together, it stands out so much in terms of character moments for Jax and Ragatha. When Ragatha whispers "not anymore," and the way jax looks at her like she had the audacity to talk.

I theorise that next episode they'll possibly explain what happened to Jax's friend. Not sure if during the intermission time, the door Jax stops at of an ex circus member was possibly his close friends but I can't wait until we get told more about that!!

Anyways, another scene that stood out to me was the bar scene (fooled us all into thinking it was a mafia adventure lol). Where Jax ACTUALLY apologises to Pomni of all members for what he did today. Pomni is taken aback by this similarly to episode 4, the Spudsy's adventure, where it was the 1st time we see them talk 1on1. (Can I just mention I'm so glad we get to see more of Zooble too tho?!? They're able to do something that they once enjoyed in their past life too!). Now the highlight and I'm sure everyone and their mother will be talking about this is the massive lore drop of each of the circus members past lives before being transported to the circus! Except for Kinger and Gangle who we've known have mentioned briefly about what they've done. But I mainly wanna focus on Ragatha's past life and how it ties into her general behavior.

Ok bear with me here cuz I'm gonna ramble endlessly about it lol. So Ragatha mentions having grown up in a financially stable family who owned livestock (which could be a huge farm that's well known which may be why they're fairly well-off). The moment she started to talk about her mother who verbally abused her and guilt tripped her back then, her body starts to tense up. God knows what kind of abuse besides verbal did her mother do to her as it's shown she clearly didn't enjoy remembering it all and even the other circus members including who jax looked really concerned for her.

I related to her so much in this scene because of this, when you grow up with a parent who guilt tripped, verbally abused you, one of the many ways you would cope is to vow to never be like that and be nothing like what your parents were before. So you try to be the opposite of them. While there is nothing wrong with wanting to be diff and prevent yourself from becoming just like your parents, but being nice may not always make you genuine to other people. It's just like what Jax and Gangle have mentioned about Ragatha that she tries too hard to hard and when you tell people they're loved and what not it loses its meaning. When you keep saying these things to people its hard to tell if they're being genuine.

They're probably the only ones to have been the most aware of this coping mechanism that Ragatha uses as a way to cope with the trauma of her verbally abusive mother. Ragatha doesn't know how to connect with the other circus members, so to do that she tries to be nice by helping them, encouraging and many other things. It's kinda like she's almost giving them so much of her love she's afraid they'll stop talking to her the moment she stops being all nice and loving to them. In fact, later in the softball adventure when Ragatha gets to sit together with pomni and have the 3rd (?) heart to heart talk scene in thsi entire episode, Pomni tells her "It's ok to let out your negative emotions sometimes and we all kinda have to be a jerk sometimes."

But Ragatha doesn't want to be like that because it likely just makes her be reminded of her mother back in her past life.

People like Ragatha who tend to be nice to everyone ends up being extremely lonely despite that. But it's kinda sad because ultimately she just wants someone to be close with and connect with someone. She tried with Gangle, possibly Zooble, Jax even though she hates him, Kinger and now Pomni. One could probably say Pomni is aware that Ragatha is tryna warm up to her and get her to be her friend but the way Ragatha and Pomni interact is pretty distant. While Jax the whole epsiode laughs with Pomni and even opens up with her.

I'm gonna credit @zoshizick for this point they made where they theorise Jax and Ragatha will be fighting for Pomni like a toy they want so badly. Not in a romantic sense, but both R&J are incredibly lonely people and just want someone to talk to. That's when the new girl (Pomni) comes into the picture and they both are so desperate to win her attention. For instance in the bar scene when Jax grabs Pomni and says obnoxiously "WOW, the first steps of a budding friendship. Right Ragatha." As if to purposefully annoy her and of course she looks at him like she's about to explode.

I wanna add on and say that Jax and Ragatha know that they hate each other but don't want to admit that they are both two sides of the same coin. It makes their character all the more deeper and complex cuz really who would they both fight for to be their friend? Zooble? She's distant with everybody except for Gangle but they're both already friends so nope. Gangle? She gets bullied by Jax and doesn't like him and she's kinda friends with Ragatha? but she's with her likely because rags defends Gangle from Jax. Kinger? Jax isn't that close with Kinger and just thinks of him as weird and Ragatha is fine with him but wouldn't seem like someone she would open up to like Kinger doesn't remember what they were even talking about 1 second ago unless in darkness. That leaves Pomni, the neutral person in the whole circus who hasn't made any connections yet. I think the next episode will raise the stakes with R&J's cold war of winning Pomni's friendship. While Ragatha does hates Jax, I don't think Jax really hates Ragatha all that much just probs want her to be herself more. Possibly even wanting to get to know her cuz they're not as lonely as they realise they are, just that they refuse to talk it out is all.

I think that's all I gotta say and amazing work from the team, animators and other people who worked on the episode!! I hope ya'll can understand by endless rambling about all of this as I was super hyped about the episode and the day it dropped although a day late to the party haha. Gosh my hands are in pain from typing this long.

[verstappen-cult]

You have no idea how happy I am your requests are open 🥺 can I ask you a blurb or head canon with this prompt + Lando?

constantly touching. always finding reasons to touch each other.

Thank you in advance you are a ⭐

PHYSICAL TOUCH ★ LN4

lando barely touched you at first. he was just a shy boy with a big, embarrassing crush on his friend’s sister. but then something happened and all changed.

it started with his arm touching yours every time he was sitting next to you. lando passed it as pretending to get comfortable, even if there was enough space for both of you on the couch. or when he was standing by your side he would take any opportunity to be as close as possible.

or he would take your hand to compare hand-sizes as an excuse to hold your hand.

and when you started to realize what lando was doing, well, you decided to play his game too. you would pretend to be cold whenever he was around, it was the perfect excuse because he never says no to you, and in reality he was more than happy to wrap his arms around you and cuddle or share a cozy blanket.

lando would even hold your hand to cross the street. he didn’t want anything happening to you. and nobody needs to know that your hand, so soft and warm, fits perfectly with his hand.

lando thought he was being subtle but then his friends started to make fun of him for being so obvious. but he couldn’t care less. you never pulled away when he touched you, and that’s all that mattered to him.

and when you started dating. well… lando took every opportunity to be as close as possible. he would casually kiss you, taking you by surprise, just because he couldn’t resist. he would also put a hand on your body, any part of your body, just to feel you close.

every single one of your friends are so done with you both. they’re so tired of seeing you with your hands around each other, and it’s not even sexual. but that’s just how you and lando are.

[what-the-floofin]

So how do baby taurs work for the equitaurs and cervitaurs in your stuff?

Oh that's a good one actually - lots to talk about! Too much for one post, but gotta start somewhere. Enjoy some messy micro scribbles peppered throughout. They were originally very very tiny so, pardon blurriness.

I've got my Taurs running overall pretty similar to equine cycles and gestations - meaning they are what you call 'long-day triggered' by the spring and summer seasons.

(Though they do cycle throughout the year, just at slower rates and less consistently over cooler seasons)

This goes for the cervitaurs too - rather than using the shorter gestation of their deer alikes - as they and their foals are a bit bigger and more complex to deal with. Which also goes to suggest that twins/multiples are not a frequent occurrence for cervitaurs in comparison to actual deer, and inherently poses as much danger as it does for equines instead. Possible, but high risk and incredibly demanding.

So, you're looking at an 11 month gestation on average, and typically starting in a mid-spring to late-summer window. Which places most taurs at being born early-spring to mid-summer. It's most uncommon to be winter born, but not weird tbh.

Foals are super awkward, there's no getting around that, and in the first year they have a ridiculous growth rate when compared to other sentient creatures of similar lifespans.

These things are weeds - the difference from one day old to three months old is phenomenal alone. They are, however, cooked a little further along than what you'd be comparing to for a newborn human. They're able to support themselves enough to avoid outright injury (think like a 3-4 month old baby), but gaining actual control of all those limbs takes a bit more time. The equine half however would be a touch undercooked for a horse. Just physically, in size. No worries about comparative internal developments, that's all good and ready to go.

So they're typically gonna spend shy of their first month feeding and sleeping, practicing rolling up, sitting and limb coordination to build strength for self-standing. If mama has places to be, that baby is getting carried.

I also absolutely subscribe to the idea of arms being naturally held close to torso prior to having balance and coordination. It would support them a lot! Then it becomes a self-soothing gesture seen in the anxious, and an instinctive positional response when badly startled. Tuck in!

By three months you can expect them to be racing on their little stilt legs - albeit still with the occasional wobble and spill. And wowee did that happen fast when you think about it.

While the zoomies are a lot, they're balanced out by the fact that so much oncoming growth means foals crash nap very frequently. These buggers sleep a lot. It's go hard and sleep hard on endless rotation. Play, snack, nap, rinse and repeat.

This accelerated growth races away throughout their first year, and then drops right back into something a bit more reasonable - at least when you're considering it from the human perspective!

Yet in comparison to how they first started out, it's practically snail paced.

I'm meaning, you look at the size of a 3 month old horse foal, and that's the closest comparison to a 2 year old taur foal in body. Every 'horse foal month' thereafter starts guiding the next 'taur foal year' visual until you hit that yearling horse look for a taur when they're 10-11 years old. Then by that point, they've reached most of their full leg length, and the next 10 years is focused on finishing the bulking out of their frame.

(click to enlarge I hope) - Featuring my lass Thalo here haha

By rule of thumb I just have both equid and humanoid aspects grow in relative balance to each other, lanky stages and all. From the human perspective, the humanoid half grows crazy fast at first and then becomes comparatively similar. From the horse perspective, the equine half is crazy slow and always is. It would also give credit to having a higher physical durability than their animal counterparts. More time was spent growing!

It's worth noting that a lot of perceived 'weirdness' only comes from trying to compare them purely 1 to 1 with either horse, deer or human kids. Taurs are their own thing though! And nature's most consistent attitude is to Find What Works and Do it. No matter how wack, if it works it's used.

So, a rapid starting growth tapered into a much slower rate once they're stabilised and running was just the path that worked best for this Taur survival. Keep it simple!

There's always more to cover, but this is chunky enough for now. Whew!

[thisismyhell]

Stuck in the Elevator

Summary: you and spencer spend a lot of time looking at each other. when you're having a rotten day, can he make you feel any better? even with a broken elevator, spencer manages to make an impression.

Warnings: first kiss, making out, oral (f receiving), cumming in pants, sub!spence, dom!reader, y/n used.

Spencer Reid had a dorky stoicism to him. He was quiet in the room until he had information to dump and rarely spoke of his personal life. This was why his friends and colleagues compared him to a robot wearing glasses. 

Usually he began his work day in the break room, putting black coffee in an FBI mug and adding packets and packets of sugar to make it a treat. He’d then bring his mug back to his desk where he would unpack his messenger bag and start his computer. Usually you would then arrive with a muffin for him, always wanting him to eat more than he did. 

But today, you weren’t at your desk yet, today there was no muffin for Reid. He notices his routine change and looks around the bullpen in search of you. You two had desks facing each other and would often have friendly exchanges throughout the day. Spencer enjoyed these moments, and when he looked around and didn’t see you, his mood shifted. 

Suddenly he saw you rushing into the office, no muffin in hand. He realizes it must have started raining because you’re carrying your wet umbrella limply at your side, and you're all wet. His brows furrow, noticing how upset you appear. You frown sitting down, tucking your umbrella under your desk. 

“Are you okay?”

“No..I got all wet running from the bus”, you pout. 

“At least you’re wearing all black, you can’t even tell you’re soaked”. You smile at this and Reid is happy to have been the reason. It’s common for you to be wearing dark clothes, never having outgrown your goth phase. 

“I guess you’re right Spence, otherwise this would be a whole wet tshirt contest”. Reid felt heat rising to his face, assuming he was blushing. He didn’t want to think about you in a white tshirt soaking wet, sitting right in front of him. He could barely hold eye contact with you as it was, he didn’t need another reason to look away. 

Your mood stayed somewhat sour throughout the workday, Reid not wanting to push your buttons with too many unnecessary info dumps. Huffing at your desk, you got up to get another coffee. Once you left, Emily took notice of Reid finally relaxing his shoulders. 

“Nervous much?” she couldn’t help but giggle softly. 

“What? No, I-. She’s just upset. I don’t want to make her upset.”

“Reid, I don’t think there’s much you could do that would upset her”. Reid thought about this as Emily turned back to her work, not sure what she meant. The two of you were close, sure, but only because you could stand next to each other longer than you could stand next to others. You got along with everyone but when in a room full of the team, you naturally gravitated to stand with Spencer. He wasn’t sure why you did this, but he sure as hell noticed. He would often tense up at first but soon relax once he remembered you didn’t bring any negative energy. He wasn’t sure why he tensed around you, but the relaxation afterwards was worth the first hit. Maybe Emily noticed this too. 

“DAMMIT!”

Reid heard you yelp in the kitchen and rushed over. “Y/n what’s wrong? Are you okay?”, he was looking you over, making sure you weren’t hurt. “I fucking forgot my phone in the lobby. They had to check it for something on my way up and I forgot it at the desk. Stupid.”

“I’ll go down and get it for you, don’t worry about it.”

“No, no. It's fine. I’ll go get it. I don’t want to bother you.”

“Y/n you could never bother me. Besides, it’s a slow day. I could use the walk.”

The two of you walk to the elevators in comfortable silence. He could tell you’re trying to calm down and he just wants the chance to help. Once you get in the elevator and start heading down, it jolts and stops. The lights flicker and an announcement comes over the speaker, “sorry guys, we had to restart the power. Fire safety thing. You’ll be out in a few minutes if all goes smoothly.”

“Awesome. First I get soaked on the way in, then I lose my phone downstairs, and now I’m going to die in a tiny box as it plummets to the basement. Am I missing anything, Spence?”

He looks at your pout, enjoying it but wanting to make it better at the same time. “You forgot that you’re stuck in here with me while we both die at work.”

You give him a soft smile, but he can see in your eyes that you want to smile more. You just don’t have the energy. “Thanks. I guess being claustrophobic was gonna catch up with me at some point here”. 

“I didn’t know you were claustrophobic?”

“I mean, I guess it just hasn’t come up yet”. You lean against the wall facing him, trying to do your breathing exercises with your eyes closed. 

“Do those help you?”

“Not really. I think it’s just a placebo honestly.”

“Is it working?”

You open your eyes to look right at Reid, seeing how his eyes look right at you too. You shake your head no, and he watches as you start to hyperventilate. Your day was going so shitty, and this was your last straw. You run your hands through your hair and start to lightly bang your head against the wall. 

“Y/n stop it! Stop!-” Spencer pushes himself over to you, grabbing your cheeks to keep you from banging your head. He looks into your eyes and sees you look down at his lips. He thinks about every time he has looked up at you only to notice that you were already looking at him. You always kept looking when it became too much for him and he’d look back down at his work. He thought about how good you smelled standing right up against him and he thought about how your bodies were pressed against each other and that you were pressed against the wall. He noticed that your breathing had steadied, and you had put your hands on his wrists. 

Reid swallowed his fear and leaned in. You waited for him to make the first move before you kissed him back. With your two bodies now fully against each other, he couldn’t help but press into you harder to make sure you weren’t going anywhere. You bit his bottom lip and he groaned. He couldn’t help it, you smelled so good and tasted even better. You could feel his slacks beginning to harden and it helped your confidence. With this physical response, there was no going back. 

Spencer moved his knee in between your legs and he felt you take advantage. You stop kissing him to mouth down his neck, biting and leaving a mark. 

“Ouch! Y/b what are you-” He quiets once you find the sweet spot, giving himself over to the feeling. 

“You like that, pretty boy?” He inhales in response, eliciting a squeak. “Yeah, I thought so.”

“Is this…is this making you feel better?”

You take his hand and put it under your skirt where he can feel you. “Does this answer your question?”

He groans again, staring into your eyes as he feels you. He shifts slightly, asking permission. You nod your head and stare at each other as he continues. With one hand gripping your waist and the other between your legs, Reid doesn’t even notice his mouth hanging open. You take advantage and kiss him deeply, moaning into his mouth. “Spence…I…don’t stop. Please god, don’t stop.”

Reid proceeds, his face sweating both with concentration and arousal. He’s a bigger mess than you are and you aren’t even touching him. You put your hand on his head, pushing him down. He removes his hand and uses it to push your skirt up and move your underwear to the side. He looks up at you, but you don’t have the time. You take his hair in your hands and shove his face where it fits just right. He doesn’t waste his time, moaning into you while he does it. You grind down on his face as he grips your hips keeping you in place. You’re almost there….

“Hey guys, all is good! Elevator will start in a moment-” and you feel it jolt back awake, continuing its descent. 

Spencer jumps back up, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He looks to you for reassurance, wanting to know if he did a good job or not. 

“Spence…that was…” but you notice he wants to hear more, and you hold back. You pull him in for another kiss instead, tasting yourself on his tongue. He tries to continue the kiss against the wall where you just were, but you shove him away from you with a grin on your face. 

“What? You don’t-” you both look down at Reid’s pants, suddenly darker than before. 

“Spence, did you cum in your pants?” you ask playfully. 

“I-, I didn’t mean…but you didn’t get-”

The elevator door opens and he moves to cover himself as naturally as he can. You kiss him again on the neck as you exit the elevator. “Bathroom’s over there baby” you point down the hall. “I’ll meet you back here when you’re decent”. 

Spencer shuffles to the bathroom to clean himself up while you grab your phone. Staring at himself in the mirror, he tries to gather his thoughts. He splashes water on his face before entering the stall and taking off his underwear, burying them in the garbage. He cleans up the best he can and walks back to the elevator. 

You enter the elevator, alone again, and you waste no time in pushing him against the wall. He gulps, not knowing what to expect with your hand placed so roughly against his chest. You’re a lot stronger than he remembers, but honestly he is just hoping his memory doesn’t fail him period. He never wants to forget the feeling of you pressed against his face and your hands in his hair. He’d let you take your stress out on him any time you want. 

“If I recall correctly, we were interrupted. Right?”

“...Yes”

“And it seems you got to finish and I didn’t, correct?”

“...Yes”

“Hm. It seems you owe me, Dr. Reid.”

As you say this, the elevator doors open, presenting you back to the office. Emily is standing there waiting to go downstairs. You wink at her, and she guffaws as Spencer exits behind you. 

“Reid….is that a hickey?”

[handalea]

Team Natsu Magic HC

So I was rewatching the gmg arc, and something I really appreciated about the artstyle was how they made the celestial spirits glow compared to humans at nighttime, and it got me thinking of how Lucy's magic makes her fit right in with them but also look normal with the rest of her team, and it kind of spiraled from there so accept my brain rot pls.

Lucy

As I was saying above, Lucy's skin & hair faintly glows in the starlight/moonlight. It's not that noticeable when she's standing next to other humans, but when she's with her spirits at night, she looks like she belongs with them.

Lucy is covered in light freckles, and occasionally they will move across her skin like shooting stars, or random lines will faintly connect like a constellation. It occurs more when she's around her immediate family or spirits. Team Natsu has a game where as soon as they see it they treat it like a shooting star, and everyone makes a wish. Lucy didn't notice it until they started doing it, and was freaked out about the freckles for a little bit.

Lucy practices what we would consider practical witchcraft, she has an altar set up in her apartment that she changes every time a new zodiac season starts. Even though she knows her spirits and has close bonds with them, she does this to feel close to other celestial spirits when they meet. She is also superstitious, and on nights when the team is safely asleep in her apartment she will put lines of salt across entry points in her apartment to ward off evil.

Natsu

Natsu is always warm. Always. I know this is something that is exhausted but that boy wears crop tops and shorts constantly, and also loves walking around barefoot. He only wears the duster every once in a while, and team Natsu considers it bad luck when he does, because Fairy Tail always gets into conflicts when he does.

Natsu can use his hands like a heat gun, which is useful for when Lucy has to repaint her apartment when things get covered in scorch marks. Natsu finds it boring but Lucy threatens to not make him dinner if he doesn't.

Like Gajeel and Cobra, when Natsu starts to get really angry his skin starts to harden, and it looks like scales are emerging from under his skin. Watching them fully break through the skin when he uses dragon force scares the shit out of his enemies.

When him and Lucy eventually settle down and have kids, he has Gray, Wendy and Ezra help him gather scales from his dragon force to make a scarf for their children. Lucy and Erza get into knitting, and eventually drag Wendy and Gray into it too, and the entire team helps make the next generations scarves.

With his dragon senses, Natsu is fully tuned into his teams scent. He knows the scent of their favorite food, their blood, their hygine products. While he does know the rest of the guildmates general smell Natsu has fully committed his closet families smell into his brain.

Erza

Erza has to set a time every month where she sits down and repairs her armor and sharpens her swords. Before the team fully started leaning on each other the entire process would take her like 5 days, but with Lucy sitting down and asking Erza to teach her how, eventually the rest of the team started helping her. Lucy hosts it at her apartment, and they make a weekend out of it. Eating greasy food, talking shit on their enemies and discussing the latest guild goss, they manage to knock out Erza's monthly chore in two days.

Erza has to keep a mental inventory stock at all times. With how much swords that break during battle she has a revolving number in her head at all times, it's exhausting at times when she can't stop thinking of it before she goes to bed.

Team Natsu has managed to learn to glance at Erza when she's reequipping and from a single second can guess which armor she's getting into, and they're able to adjust their battle strategy/team work without speaking.

Gray

Gray will have steam coming off of him constantly when it's warm outside, and on those days no one blames him for his stripping habit.

At this point the entire team is used to seeing him naked and they don't mention it if they are at one of their apartments, but they all have an extra pair of clothes for him in their travel packs when they are out in public.

Lucy will gravitate towards him when it's hot outside, the mist feels nice, and as they got closer it's common for Gray to have a hand on her ankle/ shoulder to help cool her down. Wendy and the exceeds pick this habit up as well.

On the colder days Grays skin actually hardens, think of how Twilight described the vampires skin, and it will also sparkle lightly.

In his off time Gray participates in ice carving competitions, but he will have to travel to go to them. He is banned from participating in any of Magnolias since he always wins and it has started more than one fist fight.

Wendy

Wendy is very sensitive to the weather, and can usually tell when a huge storm is coming before it hits Magnolia. She has helped save lives by warning the town of incoming deadly weather events, and helping them prepare for it.

Wendy moves silently, her footsteps are as light as air. While Team Natsu is used to it, she constantly scares other people in the guild and she feels bad about it, while the rest of the team finds it hilarious.

While her nose is not at the level that Natsu's is, she has gotten over her pride and has asked him to train her, and she is slowly picking up her team mates smell.

Natsu and Wendy curl up together on long train rides, usually both resting their heads on Lucy's lap. Wendy can't explain it but that woman makes the worst of the aches go away.

As Wendy starts getting more powerful she gains the ability to generate thunder storms and tornado, she also doesn't need Carla to fly. She doesn't use the ability though unless she's in dragon force, she doesn't care if she can fly on her own. Her and Carla are a team dammit.

[batsvnte]

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — You could only stifle a small fit of laughter as you read the text on your screen. In front of you was another one of the small cats that were roaming about this section of the space station. After the hell you went through to get here, it was an temporary safe spot before you had to leave it for the time being. An large room filled with different kinds of creatures that would be lounging around the place, making small talk with one another or sleeping. You lowered the phone to see another cat that was very different from the rest.

This one in particular that you found that was growing an attachment towards you. This time, it’s fur was an a dark grey like a cloudy sky before it turns into rain. The eyes were full of life unlike the other one, and it had an red mark under its right eye. There was also a bit of an constellation on its tail that you were still trying to identity.

The little one stays somewhere in your vicinity. Not to far but not to close. It likes to feel your presence no matter what you were doing, and on some occasions you would always find it waiting outside the door patiently sitting there for you. It was adorable, you would think as it trails after you. Whenever you turn your attention over to check on how it was doing, it always had its eyes on you. Shimmering lightly as those big eyes stared up at you wondering what you were gonna do next. Having ideas of going to the archives to record things that either of you found.

A small flicker of movement caught your attention one day as you were down in the research section. Bringing your attention over to find Sesame (the ‘dead inside’ cat that you showed to March when you were wandering about the space station that she proudly named) peeking around the corner. It was a routine at this point. Sesame would stare you down from across the hallway/room, then it would make its way over to you to practically cling to your side and follow you around.

Hence why you would have to keep a close eye on Sesame and Rice Dumpling whenever they are around each other. You could tell they were trying to be on their best behavior with you around, but you could hear the small bits of bickering between the two of them. It wasn’t all too serious at best. It was small things but you paid attention to what they were saying.

“Move… I wanna sleep there”

“You ate all of the food..”

“There’s three of us.. move over..”

And now here you were standing in front of Sesame who placed itself onto an high counter. There was no change in those eyes of the little critter, but by its body language you could tell that it wanted to be in your arms.

“You have to be nicer to the other critters, especially Rice Dumpling”

It only stares at you. No movement, no sound. Like your words were just background noise for it to listen to mindlessly. You still kept talking, hoping to get Sesame to make sense of what it was doing. After all it was chasing down Rice Dumpling during the middle of an task and almost trapped it in a corner.

To much of your surprise, a critter jumps up to the edge of the counter. Words coming to an complete stop as you looked towards the new critter that lazily stretched it limbs. It was bigger than the rest, even as big as Sesame. Though it’s pure white fluffy fur would make it seem like Sesame was a baby compared to it. A red ribbon that was tied into an little bow was on the near end of its tail.

“Hi there! Where’d you come from?”

You reached out to the critter, which in response presses its head against the palm of your hand. Eager to let you pet it and give it attention. The moment didn’t last as long as either of you hoped. It an few quick seconds, Sesame nudged against the fluffy critter before fully pushing it off the counter.

“Oh my god Sesame!”

Sesame didn’t bother to check on the critter it just pushed off. It only looks to you before now jumping down from the counter and taking its leave as if it didn’t try to commit an voluntary crime.

[ghostgirl-22]

What little things do you think artrick love about each other.. obviously idk how youd make it in canon but i thought it would be interesting concept to play with

Like you know when people say things like "i love when you do that little nose wiggle when you chew or that youre afraid of snails" ect

I was thinking about it when i saw those art pictures like "i love when your hairs wet and it makes your golden blonde hair look brown"

well for me i love this question!! <3

Patrick loves:

everything about Arts laugh, how wide his grin gets, the way his eyes go small, shaped like upside down half moons and his cheeks color. The way he laughs loudly, from deep within. How he never holds it back or tries to cover his mouth. Loves it all even more when he gets to be the cause of it

that Art smokes like a girl. He spent so much time watching old Hollywood films with his grandma growing up that now he actually holds his cigarettes like Elizabeth Taylor or all the other women on the silver screen. Patrick is never gonna admit it or anything but he finds it all adorably charming.

Art’s golden curls when he gets out of the shower, and they look honey brown.

The stupid way he pulls his socks up before he puts on his adidas slides.

That he can’t grow more than a smattering of facial hair to save his life.

That he doesn’t even have to shave his legs to maintain his aerodynamic whatever, the baby fine blonde hair grows back so slowly and is hardly noticeable when it’s there.

That a little taste of champagne makes his eyes shiny and his laugh more bubbly.

That conspiratorial smile he gets when he’s able to manipulate their way out of something… or into something. So easy for him because everyone thinks he’s so innocent.

Taking art’s food.

Art loves:

Patrick in the summertime. Almost always at least half naked. Bathed in bright sunlight for hours and hours. where Art can see clearly the striking bits of green in his eyes. All the freckles on his cheeks, sprinkled across his nose and forehead and all over his body. Thick dark hair, sweat damp or wet from the pool. Sometimes Art just stares. Patrick thinks he’s listening but Art just feels dizzy like he’s looking into pure sunshine.

That Patrick is afraid of spiders. He doesn’t ever admit he’s afraid… he acts too cool to yell or scream or anything like that (though Art suspects if it got too close he might not be able to help himself). He always brings Art over to where the spider is and he points it out. Then he backs away whenever Art nabs it with a tissue, or scoots it onto a paper to bring it outside. “I just don’t understand why anything needs to have 8 legs.”

How Patrick falls in love so all at once. It never lasts but he’s never just halfway into anything.

how open Patrick is. Loves it so much he’s envious of it. Anything that’s on his mind he just blurts it out. Even if it’s inappropriate (even if it hurts).

that Patrick is incapable of personal space. Like he can’t talk unless he’s within kissing touching distance.

That far away melancholy look he gets on his face sometimes like something is slipping away. It sometimes happens when he’s gazing at Art, or looking through him. It never lasts long, especially when he catches Art staring back. almost like Art is never meant to see it. Sometimes Art wonders what could make a boy made out of sunshine look so sad. But he never asks because he knows Patrick would never tell him the truth.

when Patrick takes his food.

They’ll never admit it but they both love:

whispered conversations, when they’re close in each other’s personal space

staying up too late talking about the transformers movie they just saw and comparing it to the cartoon. It’s an important and urgent discussion they completely forget about the next morning.

Sharing food, cigarettes, clothing… a bed.

Touching. Thighs lined up when they’re sitting close. Shoulders when they’re standing close. Grabbing each other for random massages all through practice while they giggle about it and their teammates tell them to just kiss already.

Pretending to just kiss already.

The one time they really just kissed already. Late summer when they were 15 and Patrick’s big brother let them try wine coolers just to see how they’d react. And they had so many they got really drunk and hid in his room all night so his parents wouldn’t find out. Curled up under the sheets, giggling while thunder and lightning and heavy rain sounded outside. Neither of them sure who started it….The kissing, so soft and breathless. Hands everywhere. So hungover the next morning they both pretended it never happened. But they both think about it. And they both wanna do it again. Art by accident. Patrick on purpose.

Anyway this is canon of course (actually Luca is a close personal friend and he whispered it in my ear for real actually🙂‍↕️). idk what do yall think? Add to my list please. What little things do they secretly love about each other?

[runa-falls]

friendly favors

pairing: best friend!steven grant x reader

w/c: ~750

c/w: suggestive content (18+)

a/n: SCREAMING this into the void (YEA I KNOW I HAVE WIPS BUT FUCK IT)

part two | part three

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the arrangement started when you noticed how stiff he was next to you as you watched a movie. even though his eyes were locked onto the screen, you could tell that his mind was elsewhere.

his leg bounced nervously when you looked over at him. he thought you wouldn't notice his embarrassing hardness under your shared blanket, but he was so desperate that his bulge was quite obvious, even with the extra layer.

it was the film that made him like that.

as your pick for the week, you chose a particularly adult film compared to the usual sci-fi/fantasy marathons you've been having. so far, there's been at least 3 make out scenes and 2 sex scenes.

steven's been counting.

usually, he would be fine.

if the actors didn't have insane chemistry that could convince the audience that they're really in love and obsessed with each other, he wouldn't be in this position.

unfortunately, that extra touch of genuineness turns him on to an unbelievable degree.

he couldn't even stand up and excuse himself the first time they kissed because he was already harder than he'd ever been in his life.

then there was you, sitting right next to him, smelling as lovely as always, dressed in comfy clothes that make him delirious. and then there's the way you look at him, speaking to him like he's a sleepy puppy. like a fragile thing for you to take care of.

"you want some help?" he freezes at the soft sound of your voice.

the movie was turned down low (to placate the neighbors) so he couldn't just ignore you and pretend like you didn't say something. you sound so sweet like you're offering to fold his laundry out of the goodness of your heart.

"help...? with what?" his eyes avoid yours as his hands attempt to pull a throw pillow over his lap. you gently slip it out of his hand with a soft smile and plop it on the carpeted floor.

"you seem a bit stressed, steven." you sound breathy as you take in his flushed appearance, appreciating his disheveled curls and shy glances. "let me help you relax, honey."

"i dunno...what you're talking about." he continues to play dumb, too mortified that this conversation is happening, but he can't avoid it once you peel the blanket off of both of you.

"this." his breathing quickens rapidly as your hand smooths over his thigh and palms over the tent of his pants.

"oh..." you squeeze and he loses his sight for a second. "...that" he barely wheezes out.

---

you're best friends with steven -- and you have been for a while. as a long-time tour guide, you took him under your wing when he started to train at the museum (he got a promotion!) and it wasn't long before he happily let you invade his life outside of work too.

now you have weekly movie nights, alternating lunch 'dates' (if he shows up to work), and daily 'friendly favors', or hook ups if you want to be brash (again, if he decides to show up).

you spend so much time with him, you really don't understand why he doesn't get the hint and just ask you out already!

you're know he can be naive, but you're still surprised that he truly believes you're loving on him as a friend. he's so hesitant, like you'd refuse him if he tried to kiss you or hold you close, even though you've shown him time and again that you crave his touch and affection.

you can tell he really appreciates your help though, always being gentle when he uses your mouth and throat, and cleaning you up when he's done. he makes sure to tell you when he's about to cum, not wanting to make a mess, though you'd love it if he would.

at the end he always says "thank you" like the polite boy he is as if you're doing him a favor, when really, you're being quite selfish, taking everything he gives you with hidden desires and intentions. then he steps away from you with a blush, zips himself back into his pants, and pretends like he wasn't just whining and begging for your tongue.

today is different though.

today, you weren't the one to make the first move.

steven was.

"love. could we--instead of you helping me...i was wondering if i could use my mouth on you."

"me?"

"if you don't want to--"

"no! i-i...let's try it out."

--

ok, this literally isn't my fault. i've been seeing steven posts/edits/fics/ideas BLASTED on my dashboard. WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO IF NOT WRITE SOMETHING INDULGENT 😭

[hyunnie04]

crown prince! bang chan x reader, fluff, royal au | m.list

wc: 1.1k words

a/n: dipping my toes into writing something a little out of my comfort zone! this is also lightly (heavily lmao) inspired by one of my fave games fe3h and it's support conversations.. 👉👈

you had no idea what chan might’ve wanted from you when he had invited you out for a cup of tea on the courtyard. it was unlike him to host such frivolous activities like tea parties out of the blue since he was quite busy these days, dealing with his royal duties and what not.

you haven't really crossed paths with him since your academy days and even now, you only ever caught glimpses of him here and there because of your parents' business involving relation matters, so the sudden invitation came as a surprise.

the said academy was for royals and nobles alike, shaping them up to be the future leaders for the next generation. it was how you both came to know each other. chan is the crown prince of the kingdom up in the frigid north, revered to be one of the strongest knights the kingdom has ever seen. polite, charming, not to mention extremely good looking as well.

you however, is just the eldest child of your family. house l/n had strong ties with the kingdom, your parents being close with several affluent families and being valuable members of the kingdom’s council.

"here we are." felix, his right hand man and closest friend, had stopped in front of the cobbled steps, leading down to the beautiful courtyard before sending you a grin. you thank him earnestly, giving him a smile back.

from a distance, you could see chan sitting quietly in the meadows, the lush grass and flowers crowding at his feet, cupping his chin in thought as the wind lightly blows through his hair.

he looks serene compared to the stressed look he adorns whenever you see him hunched over the castle’s conference room, going over his army’s battle tactics.

you bowed upon reaching his presence, the sunlight illuminating his handsome face. “thank you for inviting me, your highness.” chan stands right up, a slight shock on his face before swiftly recovering.

"i told you before, y/n. there's no need for formalities, just chan is fine." he sends you a warm smile and pulls out a chair for you.

the spread before you was amazing. tons of decadent pastries and cookies were laid in a dessert tier, making your mouth water in anticipation. 

“please, help yourself to some tea.” he takes the beautifully painted porcelain pot, pouring some of the aromatic tea in your cup. the steam from it flows up to the air, filling the table in it's light and refreshing scent. the atmosphere starts to dwindle into quietness, the breeze and wildlife surrounding you filling in it's silence.

"...was there something you'd like to talk about?" you cock your head to the side. he looks a little flustered, but ultimately nods. 

"-yes, actually." chan sighs out while he traces the rim of his tea cup, evading your curious eyes.

"did...your parents ever bother you about marriages?" he slowly manages to get out, stumbling through the sentence.

the tea cup you held in your hand freezes in place. now that he had mentioned it, your father and mother always brought up the idea of marrying. they were always pestering you, wondering when their only child was going to settle down. they stopped one day however, just like that. you wondered if your years of rejecting the idea itself had worked or they simply got tired. but you wondered what brought this on? were his parents arranging him with someone?   

"forgive me, i do not mean to be so straight forward." chan coughs into his hand, noticing the lack of reply and turned his head away in slight embarrassment.

"it's alright." you place your cup down on its saucer, secretly admiring how the tips of his ears redden so quickly. "but now that you've brought it up, yes i have."

"i see," the tea was abandoned now, left to cool in the summer shade. “i’ve heard my father speak about an arranged engagement for me a few years ago.”

you politely nod, urging him to continue. now you’re curiosity is piqued. although, you’re not entirely sure why he had come to talk to you about this, plenty of your shared friends and acquaintances had gotten proposals and arrangements.

“that was back then, however. my father got tired of me refusing to settle down and dropped it all together." you rest your chin on your palm, his words strikingly familiar.

“he never told me the specifics but i’m pretty sure he was talking about you.”

something between a choke and a sputter left your lips, “what?”

“it’s true.” he says it as if it wasn’t earth shattering news for you. "father wanted me to marry the heir to house l/n."

you could only gape at him akin to a fish, not knowing how to digest the information given to you. 

"truthfully, i didn't know you well back then, that's why i declined." chan shifts in his seat, unfolding his legs and turning fully to you. so that was why they had stopped. "but i would have been happy to accept it now, if i had known it was you.” 

an intense heat started to creep up your neck upon his confession, a rosy hue dusting your cheeks and tinting your ears impossibly red.

“you mean-” chan nods at your conclusion and smiles, his eyes crinkling in amusement. he would have accepted?

“i don’t think we would have been close if we were married.” you say whilst scooping up a spoonful of cake, distracting yourself from the violent wave of emotions you felt. it was contradictory, but chan seemed to hum in agreement.

“i think you’re right. i’m glad we met this way though.”he sucks in a breath- a cute habit of his that you have observed even back then. 

chan then asks you in a soft voice, staring deep into your eyes. “we can start over if you’d like.”

“i’d like to get to know you.”

you lean your elbows on the table, the wind flowing gracefully through your hair as you muster out a grin. "i would like that."

the rest of the afternoon was spent comfortably in each other’s presence, finally eating the sweets laid before you two while catching up.

“t’was such a pleasure.” chan offered his hand for you to hold when it was time to retire back inside, placing a chaste kiss on the ridge of your knuckles. 

“my, my. you flatter me.” you chuckle, covering your mouth.

from the corner of your vision, you could faintly make out felix in the grassy meadow, sitting down in what seems to be his own table and sipping his own tea. he sends a cheery thumbs up upon seeing you and chan glance at him. chan’s face reddens, hiding sheepishly in his hands as you laugh.

[clownistyping]

Stand in Mother.

Aka I've been sitting on this idea for a few days of reader being an empath hero that's assigned to care for the Heros raised in the GDA, while cecil ruins her work </3

Warnings: child death, children getting hurt, angst of being a government mother, cecils face lmao, hospital, idk all I got.

Next

The rhythmic beats of the EKG monitor keep your mind awake, you're not even in the same room as the machine that's keeping track of her. Of Kate Cha.

Well one of Kate's, there's at least three other rooms that have three other Kate's. You remember counting them as they were rolled into the ICU; One of them had their arms torn off, another was bitten by whatever creature was sent to harm her.

The last one,

Before you could even think about what happened to her. You hear her line go flat, the alarm going off to alert the nurses who rush into her room. Shutting her door and closing the blinds.

It never gets any easier. Every time you see her clone herself, you know she'll die. You'll never get the chance to hold the different versions of her and tell them they're gonna be okay.

You shudder a sigh, the florescent lights of the GDA hallway burning you. You've been here too many times. Standing up you turn to look at the window that faces Kate, Kate 1. She's been titled that on her papers that were clipped outside the room.

You wonder where the real Kate is, Kate 0 as she's been affectionately called. Last you checked she was still in safe containment, studying for her classes assigned to her by the GDA.

She's only thirteen. Footsteps echo the hall and you turn to see Kate's twin brother, Paul. Behind him follow two GDA guards. Donned in Grey and green armor, guns locked behind their backs.

As of recently, Paul's been acting out. Because of his own pubescent emotions and abilities, he's been harder to handle.

Least that's how Cecil sees it, you've always been able to talk Paul down from his tantrums. Been able to show him the errors of his ways, but with every mission he's sent out to do. He comes back angry. Disobeying orders, harming those in his way. Even his own sister isn't safe from his violence. A part of you is grateful she can clone herself to avoid direct pain. It still hurts to see the two you raised clawing at each other in the training rooms.

Paul's face is filled with anger and desperation as his footsteps rushed to meet you.

“You shouldn't be here!” He yells at you, he's almost the same height as you now. Your eyes are trained to look into his own broken brown ones.

His hands push you, and the two guards that follow were quick to grab his arms. Only for him to release a clone that was grabbed instead of him, he aims for you again. His fist rushing to meet your stomach.

But your hands find his fist instead and his knees give way. He falls immediately to the floor with a sob.

The clone of him is the same, crying in the arms of the GDA agents.

Your fingers flex and you sigh, he sniffles and wipes his nose and eyes.

Empathy is the one ability you have. Compared to these kids, you're nothing.

Though right now, as you're holding Paul in your arms. As his cries echo the hall, the emotions seeping out of him. The ones he's desperate to push deep inside.

You're a mother.

Not by choice. You always tell yourself.

Looking up, your eyes find him.

Cecil, standing at the end of the hall. Files in hand and a stoic face. The lighting shining down on him makes his scarring more dramatic than it really is.

You've never gotten the chance to touch him. And honestly, you plan to keep it that way. Last thing you want is to know how he really feels about these kids.

Your kids.