#like. we get along great and like each other but we aren't very close

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

I don't think I've ever known someone long or well enough to have a right to miss them after they or I has moved on

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

meeting house. ( james wilson x reader )

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The friendship between James and Greg had lasted far longer than any of his marriages. When you met the cynical diagnostician after he followed James during his lunch break to a café you were meeting at, you knew how important he was to your boyfriend and how exasperated James could be with him sometimes. House crashed your lunch date and started grilling you about your past and your relationship with James who tried to get him to leave.

You sent him a smile to reassure him that it was okay and allowed House to ask questions he designed to test your responses.

"How do you find his sexual prowess? Satisfactory?"

"House!"

You giggled as you ate a fry. "Very."

James raised an eyebrow at your reply, looking at House when he continued, "And you aren't worried about his failed marriages and his serial cheating?"

"Okay, that's enough."

"No." You pushed your plate closer when House ate your fries, leaning your arms on the table, mirroring him. "My sexual prowess is very satisfactory."

A slight smirk formed on House's lips and he looked at James who sat in stunned silence. "Is it?"

"Is what?"

House rolled his eyes, "Is sex with her very satisfactory?"

"I am not discussing this with you." James enunciated every word, sighing as he attempted to convince House to leave.

"Ooh, that's gotta hurt."

"What does?" James looked between you both, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend, masking your amusement. "You don't think sex with me is great?"

"What? No - well, yes! Of course, it is! But do we need to discuss our sex life in a crowded diner?" James pouted, panicking at the thought of you being upset with him.

"Aw, he's blushing!"

You smiled when House teased him, and James smacked his hand away before he could pinch his cheek.

House stood up, leaning on his cane. "This isn't over." He took a handful of fries from your plate. "Thanks for the fries." He walked away and you looked at James who was trying to process the last twenty minutes.

"So are you satisfied with sex with me or not?"

Your casual tone broke his thoughts and he shook his head as he leaned closer. "Our sex is incredible. Right?"

You smiled, pecking his lips. "Good answer."

James observed for a moment as you continued eating lunch. "You know, you handled that much better than, well, anyone who comes into contact with House."

You shrugged, "I like him. It was entertaining."

"No, no, that's how he gets you. He tricks you into thinking it's fun but really we're all lab rats in a big cage. Trust me, I've known him a long time and I can't get rid of him."

You giggled as he began to eat his lunch. You knew that despite the banter between them, they cared a lot about each other.

Over the years you got used to having House in your life and to James's relief and dismay you both got along much better than any of his past wives. Although House still asked inappropriate questions or made remarks, but you left him speechless more than once with your responses.

You were willing to indulge his madness at times and James regretted not dragging House out of the diner as the two of you had gotten along so well ever since. You were the first woman House had ever approved of and James couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not.

On days like today, he was more inclined to believe the latter.

He entered exam room two in the clinic and sighed when he saw House drawing blood from your arm. You both lifted your heads as he closed the door.

"Hi, honey." You greeted him with a smile.

"Hi, honey." House echoed with a smirk.

"What are you doing?"

"We're taking it to the lab to test it." You explained.

James huffed, turning to glare at House who removed the needle and pressed a cotton ball where he had drawn blood. "What did I tell you about doing experiments with my wife?" 

"It'll be cool and I was bored."

"It'll be cool and she was bored. I was bored, and now you're all caught up."

James glanced at the ceiling, summoning the remaining crumbs of his patience as he put his hands in the pockets of his white coat. "She is not a pin cushion whenever you want to get out of clinic hours."

"I know, but she looks so hot doing it."

"This is the last time you run tests on my wife. I mean it."

House slowly nodded, seeing the anger concealed in his eyes. If you weren't in the room, he was sure James would've punched him by now.

"Can we still test this one?" You looked at your husband hopefully.

James waved a hand, "Sure."

You grinned, hopped off the chair, and looped your arm with his as you kissed his cheek. "Love you."

"I love you too. Seriously, no more tests. And no more House."

"Finally, I can catch up on my sleep. Does she always talk that much?" House led the way out of the exam room and you glared at his back as you followed him out of the clinic to the elevator.

"Hey! You asked how my day was going."

"The only acceptable response to that question is one-word answers. I don't need a full account of everything you did, and the people you spoke to."

You looked at your husband, "Can I kick him over?"

"Children, behave." He chuckled when you swatted his chest as you got into the elevator.

"If you don't want to know how my day is going, don't ask. But if you call to whine about a patient I will hang up."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Finer."

"That's not a word." House scoffed, hitting the button with his cane.

You turned to James, tugging on the lapels of his coat, "You have never looked finer." His lips curved upward in amusement when you smugly smirked at House. "It's a word. My husband defines the word."

James placed a hand on your back, shaking his head as you and House continued bickering back and forth, sarcastic remarks bouncing off the elevator walls.

"You know, I really regret the day you two met."

"Me too," House replied.

You turned, hitting his arm.

"Ow!"

James looked at the ceiling, shaking his head with a sigh, although there was a small smile on his lips. Despite the bickering between you and his best friend, he knew you cared about each other. When House invited you to the hospital, he knew it was the cynical doctor's way of bonding with you and ever since you were introduced he had run multiple tests and sometimes fudged the results to make it seem like you had an illness. One day, James had been worried sick, and when House revealed the truth, he had punched him in the hallway. 

House leaned forward to whisper in his ear as you exited the elevator. "Say the word and I will infect her with a disease that will -"

"Don't finish that sentence."

[w2soneshots]

Roommates -W2S

words: 1.3k+

warnings: smut, light angst.

summary: you and Harry spend lockdown together in your own little flat that’s located next to the sidemen house. Eventually Harry catches feelings and the unexpected (yet very overdue) happens.

notes: heyy🫶🏼. My lockdown fic got so much love so I’m hoping you’ll all enjoy this one just as much! This request is so iconic. Don’t forget to reblog!!😚🤍

I've known the boys since I was young. I went to school with Tobi and Josh then when youtube came around we started playing games together. Soon they had created one of the biggest groups on youtube and I was their most requested guest. I have a great relationship with all of them and immediately hit it off with Freya and Talia.

Last month the uk went into a full lockdown. Josh, Freya, Simon, Talia, JJ and Vik were already living in the same house but Tobi, Ethan, Harry and myself packed our things and also moved in. Because we didn't want to be trapped in the middle of London alone. But since there aren't enough bedrooms for all of us, we flipped a coin to decide who would stay in the small granny flat at the end of the garden. Me and Harry ended up winning and I was actually really happy that I would only be sharing my space with one other person instead of nine.

At the beginning it was going great. Everyone was a little fed up with the fact we couldn't leave the house but we were lucky enough that we have a huge garden that makes you feel a little less claustrophobic. Me and Harry are getting along really well. We have separate bedrooms but share a bathroom, which can be slightly annoying at times.

One night I sat on the small couch in our living room/kitchen. Harry clicked open the door after coming back from filming with the boys. "Hey. How'd it go?" I asked, glancing up from my phone. "Uh- good." He replied plainly. My brows furrowed "are you okay?" I stood from the sofa. "Huh? Yea fine." He quickly entered his room then closed the door. I was a little confused but just assumed he was tired and didn't feel like talking.

The next night the same thing happened. He practically avoided me for an entire week. Until I'd had enough. I hesitated as I went to knock on his bedroom door. I took a deep breath then knocked my hand against the painted wood. "Harry?!" I heard a frustrated huff then the door cracked open. "Yes?" "Uhh, can we talk please?" I asked quietly. He looked down at the floor then left his room. We walked towards the kitchen and each sat down on one of the breakfast stools.

"Listen. I don't know if I did something to upset you but we're living together you can't just keep avoiding me. If you have something to say then just spit it out!" My voice raised as I spoke the last sentence. His jaw ticked. He looked me in the eyes, then his gaze flickered down to my lips. My breath hitched, my palms began to sweat and my heart beat so fast I thought it might pop out of my chest. The next few seconds were the slowest yet fastest of my life. He lent in and kissed me. Harry fucking Lewis kissed me. The boy I've known for so many years. The boy I've had a crush on since I was sixteen. But all this time I assumed he didn't feel the same so I suppressed the feelings as best I could.

I moved forward to place my hands on his cheeks, bringing him closer to me. As we broke away to breathe we rested our foreheads on each other's. We kept eye contact as he desperately placed his hands at my waist and lifted me onto the kitchen counter. He stood between my legs as he kissed me, hard. "Harry..." I moaned as he began kissing down my neck. He pulled my hoodie over my head revealing the small white cotton bralet I had on underneath. His eyes flickered from my chest back up to my eyes. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" He asked, with his hands by his sides. "Please Harry, please." I begged. He took that as a yes so quickly fumbled to remove his shirt.

He pulled me off the counter then carried me towards his bedroom, my legs wrapped around his torso. I kissed his shoulder gently as he walked. He groaned as we approached the bedroom. "I need you Harry." I whimpered as he lay me down on his soft sheets. The room was dark so I could only barely make out his figure stood before me. I could hear shuffling then my pants along with my underwear were being pulled down in one fail swoop. I gasped as he moved over me so his dick was just inches away from my soaking wet cunt. He gently wiped the hair from my face then attached his lips back to mine. "You ready?" He asked between wet kisses. "So ready."

After that night we continued to have sex regularly. We weren't sure what we were even labelled as yet so we decided to keep it a secret from everyone else. Thank god we were at the end of the garden or we would have a problem. I'm not exactly sure how the other couples in the house were managing to have a sex life. But me and Harry were so loud. We did it in every possible room, kitchen counter, sofa, shower, his bedroom, my bedroom. I think we were just so bored that the only thing to do was have sex.

Almost two months after that night he asked me to be his girlfriend. It was actually really romantic. He cooked me dinner in our kitchen, bearing in mind it wasn't the nicest pasta I've had but that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that he was officially mine and I was his.

Once the lockdown was fully lifted life seemed to return to (somewhat) normal. Tobi, Ethan, Harry and I moved out and moved back into our own apartments. We hadn't actually talked about what we were going to do once the lockdown ended. I obviously knew I still wanted to be with him but the realisation suddenly hit me that I was actually dating one of my best friends. One night Harry asked if we could tell everyone and I wasn't sure what to say. We decided that we would wait a little longer until I felt one hundred percent ready.

A month went by and we still hadn't told anyone. I lay in bed next to Harry, the sun shone through the blinds and I was completely naked, from last night's events. I slowly opened my eyes to see Harry looking at me. "Hi." I whispered sleepily. "Do you like me?" He asked. I wasn't expecting that. I pushed myself up so I was leaning on my forearm. "What? Of course I like you." I lent in to kiss him but he gently pushed me back. "Well why don't you want anyone to know about us?" His face was serious. I sighed then placed my hand on his cheek. "I just- well- I've known you since we were teenagers and I- I don't want to mess this up. I don't wanna lose you." I finally admitted. His face softened then he lent in to kiss me. "I love you y/n." He whispered. My heart warmed. "I love you too." "I've wanted to say that for a while but I had to make sure you felt the same." He kissed me again.

The next day Harry brought me along to a sidemen shoot. "So, me and Harry have been- um- daiting for a while." I announced. They didn't seem to be very shocked. "Yea we figured that out when I went to ask if you wanted something from Nando's, since you weren't answering your phones, and I heard some... strange noises." Ethan explained with a chuckle. My face turned bright red. "Oh my god." I buried my face into Harry's shoulder.

[kyokutsu-sama]

Flashy night

Uzui Tengen x f! Reader x wifes

A/n: Just a flashy scenario for a flashy man. I'm thinking about writing Kyojuro's pov and posting it later🤔

Tw: Slightly suggestive

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"Tengen, I think you better go home man. Your wives must be waiting for you!" Rengoku shouted in the middle of the street due to the noise of the people and the music.

The two friends had planned to go to the entertainment district because of a festival Tengen had mentioned. Rengoku never refused to go anywhere with his best friend, especially if it promised lots of fun and food. They had gone in completely sober and were now completely drunk and barely knew their way back.

"Yeah, I know. My wives love me and everyone knows it!" Tengen said, holding his drink as he danced. He really was an exhibitionist.

"Yes, but if we don't get back soon, you'll end up sleeping on the couch." Rengoku joked, trying to drag his friend out of the crowd. They were now leaning on each other and walking like blind people in the middle of a shootout.

"Now that's not true! They would never do that to me," Tengen said, laughing."They love me, believe me..."

*Meanwhile, at Tengen's house*

"Tengen hasn't come back yet?" Makio asked, arriving in the living room and seeing you sitting on the couch, waiting for Tengen to come home. "Where the hell did he get himself to again? I hope he doesn't have to face a demon on the way."

"It was a possibility... If I didn't know he went out to go to another one of those flashy festivals he likes so much."

"And he didn't even take us with him. Just left us here alone and bored." Makio said, pouting and holding some resentment for his action

"He said he was going with a great friend of his."

"Probably that one who talks really loud, the hashira of the flames... I don't remember his name." She said, looking at the ceiling, trying to remember the name

"Rengoku?" You said, and she nodded

"Yeah, that one! They get along very well."

"I believe he should be arriving soon. I mean, it's almost three in the morning." You said looking at the clock on the wall

"Typical of Master Tengen. He never arrives at the time he says will. Suma and Hinatsuru must be fast asleep by now, and getting Suma to sleep after she found out Tengen went without us was no easy task. That idiot almost cried her eyes out." Makio rolled her eyes, remembering the scene

"Suma is always sensitive..." You said with a giggle. "What about you? Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I just came to see how you were since you were the only one who wasn't sleeping yet, but if you're going to stay there waiting for him, that's fine. I'm going to the bed, good night." Makio said, hugging you and getting up afterwards

"Sleep well."

"Yeah, and be sure to kick Tengen's drunk ass when he gets here!" She shouted from the end of the hallway and you chuckled

"I will!"

You stood there for a while until you heard the front door open and saw the big man stumble on his own steps and almost fall to the floor while laughing out loud. You knew at that moment who it was. You got up from the couch and walked to the entrace hall with your arms crossed as you saw him waving to his friend who was already going home.

"Have a great night my great buddie Rengoku!!"He shout before closing the door

When he turned around and saw you behind him, his smile widened and you were almost blinded by the glow he exuded at that moment. The drunkenness made him hotter than usual but you didn't want to let your guard down at that moment. And you definitely wouldn't.

"Look who's here waiting for me! I'm sorry for leaving my princess alone but since I'm here I think I should make up for my absence..." He said in a seductive voice, approaching and covering your figure with all his tall and wide stature. Oh, he was really stepping over the borders...

His white hair was loose and disheveled, there were a few messy strands on his face, his cheeks were pink from the alcohol and the heat. He was wearing a yukata that was open and exposing his chest. You could bet he was doing it on purpose to tease you.

"Why don't we go upstairs and 'talk' a little about my late arrival?" He whispered in your ear with a little giggle and distributing a few kisses on your neck but you just rolled your eyes and sighed. It was difficult because he really was driving you crazy.

"Makio, Hinatsuru and Suma have been asleep for a while now and I don't want to bother them and besides, Makio herself told me to kick your drunk ass, so..." You said and the hashira laughed

"My dear Makio is cold, but I like her. What about you? Are you really going to kick your husband's drunk and flashy ass?" He said holding your face with both hands

"You deserved it, you know? It's just that you left and came back late and as if that wasn't enough, you didn't take your lovely wives with you."

"I already apologized! Come on, why don't we settle things amicably, my love?" He leaned his forehead against yours, which made things even more difficult for you, who were trying not to give in

"Tengen, don't insist. You're drunk and I'm sleepy." You said, trying to get away from him, who at that moment knelt in front of you looking like a clingy, whiny boy.

"You're not being flashy, Y/n. Why don't you give me a little chance. Please, five minutes! We don't even need to go to the bedroom..." Uzui insisted again, holding the hem of your shorts, but you slapped his hands away and walked away from him

"Damn, Uzui! You're stubborn when you're drunk. Jeez!" You said, and he was silent for a moment while he massaged the hand you slapped, but still with a smile on his face and his eyes shining at you. "And don't make those puppy dog ​​eyes at me. Let's just go to sleep, it's too late." You ordered

Tengen got up from the floor and let out a long sigh, seeing that he couldn't be more stubborn than his wife who was in front of him. However, his ego didn't allow you to have the last word.

Tengen got closer to your ear and bent down a little, which made you feel chills.

"Alright, you win. But one thing is for certainly, I'll deal with you tomorrow. Just you wait!" He slapped your butt and ran to the bedroom while laughing and you felt your cheeks burn with shame.

He really could drive everyone crazy.

"Tengen, you son of a-- Come back here now!" You said, running after him

[blingblong55]

Healing -Vladimir Makarov

A/N: this is not me telling you how reader looks^

Based on a request:

i love love LOVE the great war. i’m foaming at the mouth for a part 2 BUT can you maybe do something with vlad and his love taking a bath while he reads her poetry or something along the lines. again love your work you truly are amazing 🌷

---- F!Reader, fluff/romance, wife!reader, husband!Makarov, poetry read, pregnant!reader ----

It's been a long day, Vladimir and you haven't seen each other since you left bed. And now, as you walk inside your home, he greets you with a warm meal. "Ah, the girl I have been waiting for." He walks to you, wrapping you in his hold. "What's all this about?" you ask curiously. His hand on your belly, "I think my sweet wife deserves a treat, after all, you did some hard work today." He teases. "Shopping is a sport," you kiss his cheek and he guides you to the warm kitchen. For months since he found out he would become a father, he gave you a credit card, 'spend it on you and our little one.' he said and every day, he sends you out with at least two of his men to buy at least ten things.

He wanted this all to be a thank you, for turning his life around and giving him a new purpose and as you both eat a meal he so carefully cooked with love, he finds himself admiring you. You look up, insecure for some reason until he smiles. "Did you know you are the kind of woman men write poems about?" He continues eating and you feel yourself blushing and a rush of happiness. One thing about your husband is that he knows what to say and how to make you feel, especially, now that you carry your first child.

You look at him, "What have you so….happy today?" He shrugs, "I have many reasons to be happy. I have you, my lovely wife, today all went well, we have a son arriving in a few months and did I mention I have a lovely, beautiful, small and incredibly amazing wife?" You smile and look away. "I mean it, love. I seriously thank you for being part of my life so please just accept all my love because trust me, pretty girl, no one else can get this."

After that much-needed meal, he offers a bath. And as he warms the water for you both, he watches mesmerised as you undress in front of him. Your beautiful body is all for his gaze to admire. For some reason, Vladimir couldn't help but feel a gush of emotions, all good ones of course. The way the room lit up, showcasing all your beautiful features and there was him, watching a goddess undress. It was like a schoolboy, the feeling he had, blushing and looking away from how excited you made him. To others, it's nothing to see your beloved undress anymore but to him, this was a privilege.

They always portray men like him as heartless men with no soul behind their evil loving gaze but if you look closely, there it is, the warm fire that still shines through. "Get in the tub, my love," his voice was always so soft with you. It was comedic how it changed when he spoke to those who aren't you. He was always so cold to others but when he turned to you, gave you one glance or one word, his voice was pure and soft. His hand holding yours as you get in. Hold it until you sit down in the tub. The second he let go, as he walked to the counter of the bathroom, his hand flexed. He was anxious in many ways and for good reason since you had changed the man he was before.

In his hands was the old book of poems he collected of his favourite poets or wrote himself. The book was old, but the words inside were worth more than anything in the world. As he sat down, he could feel the warmth of your back to his chest. You laid against him, finding comfort in his embrace and in some romantic way, this was professing love with unspoken words. His free hand playing with your hair as he holds the book of poems. "Let's see my love, what poem shall I read you today?"

You point towards one. "First Love by John Clare," the title wrote. "Very well, my love." he kisses your head and begins. "I ne’er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet, Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale as deadly pale, My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked, what could I ail? My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away, The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start— They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter’s choice? Is love’s bed always snow? She seemed to hear my silent voice, Not love's appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling-place And can return no more."

His voice throughout the poem so steady, and clean and expresses the same emotion the poem itself meant to convey. He places the book on the small shelf by the tub, his arms wrapping you in a loving embrace. "Did you like it?" Vladimir's head resting on your shoulder as his hands caress your belly. "Mhm…I loved this one." your voice was soft as you began to relax with him. "Good, my love," he whispers before kissing your shoulder, one of his hands so delicately lifting your hair as the other writes on your back.

"I- L-O-V-E- Y-O-U" his fingertips spell out. You try and figure out what the message was but before you begin to think, you feel his soft and warm lips kiss the back of your neck. To him, this was the most beautiful thing lovers could do that also meant intimacy. Sitting in a tub, looking out a window that brings light to the bathroom, reading poetry and then doing something like this, kissing your neck with nothing but love, rubbing the same belly that carries his child. And then you got it, "I love you too, Vlad," you lean back, your head turning and your lips meeting his.

It was as if no other worry could bother either of you. Being here, that is what counts and in the darkest corner of his heart, he feels all those old wounds and worries heal. This is real, this moment in time, that is what feels so unreal to those who can't have this privilege but to both of you, this is real, it's love to its simplicity.

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[httpiastri]

❣️I dont think its really a prompt, but can you do smth along the lines of how the feelings confession would go with luke, logan, oscar and jak? Like who would do it, how, context, etc. Sorry if it's a boring ask, just wondering. No problem if you don't want to do it

❣️ – send me a prompt and one/a few drivers and i'll tell you how i think they would react!!

luke browning

to me, luke is definitely acquaintances to friends to something more coded. it happens very slowly with him, but somehow it all feels so natural; you go from barely knowing each other to being so important to each other and neither of you really understand how that happened. luke is a confident guy, though, and there's something inside of him telling him that you feel the same way he does.

so when he gets the chance (when the two of you trip over each other's feet and fall to the floor, faces mere centimeters away when he hovers over you; or when you're out clubbing and you're "accidentally" pressed up too close to each other), he takes it.

"please tell me i'm not the only one who feels like this," he says, breath hitching in his throat, but he pushes through. "please tell me you want this as much as i do. because i really do want this."

logan sargeant

personally, i see logan as someone who would be quite straightforward. i see it happening one evening after you, him and a bunch of your mutual friends have gone out for dinner, and he offers to walk you home. after a slow stroll through the chilly night air, the two of you finally reach your doorstep, you're about to say goodbye when logan asks "can i be honest with you?"

you tell him that of course he can be honest with you – you've been friends for a long time, you won't judge. "there's something i need to get off my chest," he says, his gaze darting around for a while before meeting yours. "you've probably noticed, because i think i act a little different around you, but... i think i really like you, and i would love to see if we could be something more than just friends."

oscar piastri

oscar is very perceptive and analytical, but unfortunately this also often leads to a lot of overthinking. he notices all of the subtle signs you give him – the way you touch his shoulder when you laugh, the way your eyes light up when he tells you about his day, the way you always lean closer to him when talking as if you're instinctively drawn to him – but there are still a lot of things that make him doubt. so, naturally, it takes him quite a while to work up the courage to say something. the thoughts live in his head for so long, his wishes to be more than just friends eating him up from the inside, until he eventually just snaps.

"i need you to know something," he tells you one day, his fears heavy on his shoulders. "it's alright if you don't feel the same way. really. but... i really enjoy spending time with you. and I think you're a great person, and I..." oscar has to shake his head and let out a low chuckle at himself and his inability to get to the point. "and I like you. i really hope you like me, too."

jak crawford

following up on the brother's best friend theme, i think that it would take him quite some time to grow comfortable with the fact that he's crushing on the sibling of his friend. even when he first realizes that his feelings for you aren't just platonic, he tries to fight it and pretend like everything is normal. but it isn't and there's just no way for him to ignore it.

the first thing he does is ask your brother for permission; jak is comfortable enough with him and knows that without your brother's approval, there can never be anything between you. but thankfully, your brother gives his blessing and tells jak that his fingers will be crossed for a new brother-in-law. (to which the american boy just groans and states that it's way too early for that)

i see jak as the type to be spontaneous and just go for it when the moment feels right. very possibly after a good race result, when he's tipsy from the podium champagne and drunk on happiness. when you stumble upon him in the paddock, and he feels his heart swelling in his chest as you wrap your arms around him, he doesn't care if there are people around. he leans closer to your face, giving you a few moments to pull away if you want to – but when he sees the lack of hesitation from your side, he leans in to press his lips to yours.

"sorry, i couldn't stop myself... is this alright? because... i kinda want more."

[rwbyrg]

Another thing I had noticed was the way Ruby interreacts with everyone vs. how she interacts with Oscar. Like her mannerisms seem to change a bit when she speaks or is near him or she treats him differently from the others. Because personally I've never seen her act very nervous around the others when she met them versus how she met Oscar, and she still does it to this day. What do you think?

I am soooooo late to answering these asks and this got sooooo long aha. Thank you for your patience. 🙇‍♀️

I have noticed that Ruby acts markedly different around Oscar than the others! And in my opinion, it is done with a great deal of intention. The thing with RG is that a lot of what makes the ship so strong is how subtle its writing is. So much of it is paralleled themes and a lot of it relies on an absence of something that is usually present. Often treating the absence itself as a presence of something to be paid attention to.

When we first meet Ruby in V1, she says she gets along better with weapons than she does with people. (Lol isn't it funny that Oscar's name means "God's Spear" haha. surely that has no correlation whatsoever... anyway).

When Ruby meets Weiss, she gets screamed at and makes a dust bomb explode in the courtyard, but by V2 so many of their conflicts are resolved and they've become rivals/besties/team partners.

When Ruby meets Blake, she's got her foot in her mouth and is super awkward... until there's an opportunity to connect with her about stories and fairytales. Then we see Ruby's earnest side come out and the anxiety in her pretty much disappears.

When Ruby meets Jaune, it's remarkably not awkward. Their shared social awkwardness and feelings of not belonging at Beacon cancel each other out and they're able to have a fairly normal conversation.

Very quickly through the early volumes, Ruby gets comfortable. As a leader, as part of her team, as a welcome part of their social circle. She's young, still optimistic and full of hope. She hasn't been given too much trauma or cause to question herself by that point. She has her moments, sure, but like a lot of kids that don't fit in much and aren't super social, she's actually really good at it once she's given the chance.

But when Ruby meets Oscar - while she has experienced some of the Horrors™ that have chipped away at her self confidence - she's not too different than usual. Not at first, anyway.

He comments on her eyes and she responds naturally by asking him who he is, she's able to be candid with her response when she's told he's carrying Oz around, and yeah she giggles a bit when they're all playing the 'getting to know you game', but she also smiles at him. Earnest, trying to make him feel at ease cause this situation is kind of weird for all of them. When they spar later, she's being a goofy kid. Sticking her tongue out at him, laughing while they throw and dodge punches, running to help him when he collapses, grabbing his wrist with very little hesitation to tug him towards the rest of the group. It's all fairly normal...

...and then the Dojo Scene happens.

With the Dojo Scene, the narrative tone of their relationship is both established and changed. Ruby comes down the stairs and she's open, at first. But as they talk a bit more, her body language becomes more and more closed off the closer she gets to him. Clasping her hands in front of her when she asks a question about his past, then hugging herself as she dares to step a little closer to him, as if putting up some kind of protective barrier.

She tries complimenting his efforts, laughing a bit to hide her nervousness, is fairly candid, and makes a bit of a joke. But the joke reveals a wound of hers that hasn't healed yet and opens the conversation up to vulnerability. A vulnerability that Oscar points out immediately. One she has not spoken to anyone else about up until that point.

"How do you handle all of this?"

Ruby pauses. She's not used to talking to people about her problems. At first, I don't think she's even thinking about herself when he asks. She nudges him to clarify what he means and he opens up about his own fears, which prompts her routine song and dance that she gives to everyone. Uplifting words, holding onto hope, keep moving forward, just don't let the things that haunt you catch up and you'll be fine.

And Oscar doesn't accept it. He isn't moved by it. He's not comforted. He rejects it, questions it, and completely lashes out. Is actually angry that she's telling him to "just press on" in spite of those fears. Is angry on her behalf that she's not being honest about her own feelings.

And Ruby cracks. She actually opens up and talks to Oscar about all the grief she keeps buried down and doesn't burden anyone with. She might have argued to herself that it was the only way to make Oscar feel better, but it's uncharacteristic for her. She doesn't usually have to go that deep to cheer other people up. When she tells him about her losses and motivations, Oscar joins her in that open doorway, in shared vulnerability... and the moment she sees an opportunity to retreat, she takes it. Not used to this closeness in the slightest.

From then on out they're still friends, clearly. Their bond strengthened, if anything... but Ruby does not know how to handle him when he has such a skill for seeing through her in ways no one else ever seems to catch onto. She's able to push it away a bit when he's pre-occupied with something else. When he's worried about the merge or his mistakes in Atlas, or they're in a group conversation, she's able to act with some sense of normalcy... but when they're alone that awkwardness comes creeping back.

When WBY confront Ruby about her decision to keep the truth from Ironwood, Yang specifically asks how Oscar feels about it, and we see Ruby falter. This is a direct parallel to Bumbleby circa V8 when Yang is the one worrying about Blake thinking less of her for her own decision. We've seen Ruby disagree with people before and remain confident in her choice... but she questions herself here because of how much she values Oscar's opinion. And their disagreement colours more of her interactions with him throughout V7.

When they're all practicing in the academy training rooms, Oscar comments on her semblance. Asking if she's always been able to do that, which is something he wouldn't ask if he didn't pay close enough attention to be able to notice such differences. She's laughing awkwardly, scratching the back of her head.

And the fumble, when they finally come back together with renewed trust - that I already dove into a bit over in this post - she's still doing it!!

She is so excited to talk to him again, to not be at odds, that she almost runs directly into his back and is all flailing arms, and awkward giggles as she tries to tell him she agrees with him. When they finally establish that they're on the same page, she's hugging herself tight, rubbing her arm, looking away from him in her nervousness. Even when she walks away she's hugging herself again. Meanwhile, Oscar is all open body language, hand on hip, hand extended to her, active listening and receptive to what she has to say.

Interesting that this conversation's themes around choosing truth over fear calls back to the Dojo Scene so well, innit? 🤔

The last example I want to give isn't about Ruby. It's about Oscar. Throughout the show, he's always been a bit skittish, jumpy, and expressive with things like loud noises and - quite noticeably - touch. Oscar's been tackled to the ground by Nora in multiple hugs, tackled by the whole team in V6 after he went missing, scooped up by Jaune after he was kidnapped, and in all of those instances there has been a noticeable physical discomfort from him. Often a flinch or a wince beforehand, only relaxing into it after the surprise of the impact is over with.

But Ruby has put her hand on Oscar's shoulder multiple times (outside the Dojo Scene) without eliciting that response from him. One of those touches made him blush, if anything. And when Oscar returns from Salem's prison, beaten and covered in bruises. Ruby is running to hug him and not only does he not flinch, he smiles with open arms, completely ready for and accepting of it. And then the narrative robbed him of the chance 😭

Ruby, despite her usual confidence, resolve, and unwillingness to talk about her issues, becomes nervous, awkward, and self conscious around Oscar. The absence of her usual demeanor becomes the presence of how much she values what Oscar thinks of her and how vulnerable he's able to make her feel. (Which, for a character as emotionally guarded as Ruby, is a good thing).

Similarly, Oscar's established pattern of resisting physical touch - even when he's injured and probably sporting a few broken ribs - is absent with Ruby. It becomes a presence instead of his comfort, trust, and (desire for) closeness to her.

While these examples aren't exhaustive, generally speaking, the absences of their usual behaviours around one another become the presence of something unique to their relationship and often serve to highlight their attachments to each other. Be it how they interact with each other directly... or how they act when they're apart. But that, my friends, is an entirely different post and I have rambled long enough for today.

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ep.5: the honeymoons

ratings: fluff, some angst

warnings: none

running time: 1.6k words

summary: we see the first batch of couples go on their honeymoons. is love still in the air?

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chan and rori

location: budapest

"I've always wanted to travel," Rori grinned, feeling peaceful as she gazed across the city, night lights twinkling and night life buzzing.

"You've not been around Europe before? I thought most brits would end up going around Europe because it's so convenient," Chan hummed in thought, his head resting on her shoulder as he hugged her from behind, arms wrapped around Rori's waist.

The two of them had grown close very quickly, already having taken things to the next level. Rori trusted him, and him, her.

"Well, South Korea was a chance I took and I love it. But when I had Oliver, it kind of threw a spanner in the works, so I didn't get the chance to," Rori stroked Chan's hands that involuntarily hugged her tighter as he laughed.

"A good spanner though!" Chan giggled, making the silly comment as he remembered the cute kid that had definitely surprised him on his wedding day, but made him that more excited for their new adventure together.

The day had ended perfectly, after going around and seeing the sights, Hero's Square and Fisherman's Bastion, and now taking in the beautiful city. Of course, there were drunk people in their twenties stumbling down the street together, shouting the words to a song Rori was sure she would have recognised if it had been sung soberly. A piece of her wished maybe she could have had more time in those years, to be recklessx to have fun. She was worried she'd never have that feeling again. But Chan have that to her, he made her feel alive.

"I can't believe how lucky I've gotten, Chan is just so... he gives me butterflies. I can't remember the last time I felt that way," Rori tucked some of her ginger hair behind her ear.

jeongin and dallas

location: mt. fuji

Jeongin and Dallas had finally made it to Mountain Fuji, sharing stories to each other about things they had achieved in their lives and what they wanted to do in the future. Sweetly they had held each other's hands the whole journey there, that small sense of affection and comfort whilst getting to know each other bringing them closer together already. And even as they exited the car together, they never let go of each other, until Dallas was so excited at the gorgeous colours of the flower festival in the clearing of the mountain.

"Ahhh! It's gorgeous! Wow, I just wish we had this back home! This is stunning I can't cope!" Dallas squealed, leaning over the fence and trying to comprehend all the glorious hues of purple, lavender, lilac and magenta intertwining into something she thought she could only dream of.

"You're really excited aren't you?" Jeongin laughed fondly, his wife, yes, he couldn't believe it, his wife, making him happy, her excitement spreading so easily.

"Duh! This is likely my dream, my life," Dallas grinned in astonishment, dropping his hand to run forwards along other paths to take in the sights even more.

They had a great day, and of course got some cute photos with each other, marking the day an amazing one. It was certainly one of the best days of Dallas' life, and Jeongin enjoyed himself too, content in wandering around and taking in nature. Amongst the other things they had done during their honeymoon, this certainly topped it, so it was a shame the day came to a close with a slightly bitter feeling.

"You're so cute, Dallas," Jeongin chuckled from his spot in bed, stretched with his arm around her, cosily nestled in his arms.

"Me? Nah... I think you were the one who's head was in the clouds, wearing that grin all day. That smile will be the death of me, Yang Jeongin," Dallas exclaimed, hand lightly smacking his stomach to emphasise her point.

"If my head was in the clouds then yours was all over the place, haha, you were like an excited child, you remind of the kids I teach," Jeongin chuckled once more, hand going to stroke her hair out of her face but Dallas had already sat up.

"I'm going to make us some tea," Dallas kept a smile on her face and went into the kitchen, Jeongin being none the wiser about how his words had affected her.

"I don't get why he had to say that last bit... like I get it, I can be quite energetic, like I give a lot of energy into the things I love. But I've been told before that I remind people of a child and it feels sort of... patronising? I don't know... it just felt- it didn't feel nice. He's my husband, I shouldn't feel this way..." Dallas rambled as she explained to the camera away from Jeongin, reflecting on the day they had had.

Hopefully they'd be able to squash this in the future.

jisung and valentina

location: new york

"We had such a good day yesterday and now he's all closed off, he won't come out of bed. I thought we'd be doing more with our honeymoon, but, I guess not?" Valentina sighed as she spoke to the camera.

Jisung felt overwhelmed to say the least. He was tired from the flight to New York, but tried his best to keep his energy up during their first day going sightseeing. And everything seemed fine to Valentina. Oh, Valentina. Jisung really was trying his best, he suddenly felt this big responsibility. He had never been in a relationship before, and now he was someone's husband. He had a wife. He knew what he was getting into but he still likes having time to himself, and that was why he was relaxing in bed, scrolling through his phone, having down time like he normally would. But Valentina was there, trying to encourage him to go somewhere with her and do something.

"Ji, you wanna go out for dinner at least?" Valentina sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter in their hotel suite.

"I feel bad. I feel like I'm letting her down already. She's so amazing and, I feel worried that I'm not going to be the man she really needs," Jisung stammered, having his own moment to talk on his own.

But, he took a step and agreed in having dinner. They went to a luxurious restaurant, a top rated one that served mouthwatering gourmet burgers.

"Now this, I can get into this," Valentina let out a breath in delight. Not only was the burger looking delicious, but it gave a break from the sudden awkward small talk that her and Jisung had been contending with.

"I'm sorry," Jisung suddenly said, after swallowing down a mouthful of his burger. Miraculously, they had ordered the same thing, having similar tastes in their preferred cuisine and flavours.

"Hmm?" Valentina delicately wiped her mouth before speaking, "what for?" She had an inkling, but she wanted to hear from him first.

"I know you wanted more, I just, I'm quite a homebody? And I'm really trying to get used to this lifestyle, this..."

"Married life?"

"Not even that, just being able to spend time with someone constantly," Jisung glanced away, taking a sip of his cocktail.

"I'll be real with you, I was sort of upset at first, but I didn't know that about you yet. I didn't know you needed that space to yourself so, it's ok. We'll work through it together, ok?" Valentina reassured him once again, pushing away the thoughts she had before, and putting herself in his shoes.

She was a party animal at heart. She just had to bring out that more confident and energetic side to her husband, and she was willing to do that.

hyunjin and sienna

location: rome

"This all feels like a dream," Sienna marveled at the sights of Rome, swinging her arm with Hyunjin's as they wandered around the city.

"It's not a dream, baby, it's real," Hyunjin earnestly reminded her, pulling her in a different direction as they wandered around some markets, looking for a bite to eat.

"I never thought I'd get to live this," Sienna added on, still in denial.

"Well stop thinking that, ok? Seriously, I'm going to make sure you're happy every day," Hyunjin stopped in his tracks, gazing into her eyes before kissing her on the forehead.

Soon they found somewhere to eat, a quiet restaurant being decided when they couldn't pick from the market.

"Let's get spaghetti and meatballs," Hyunjin smirked, kicking Sienna's foot lightly underneath the table.

"Why so sly about food?" Sienna rose an eyebrow, her accent coming through stronger as she stared at her husband in confusion.

"No reason, just taking inspiration from a certain film..." Hyunjin nodded smugly to himself as he ordered them their food.

And once it arrived, it all clicked.

"Why only one plate... Hyunjin..." Sienna facepalmed, Hyunjin instantly bursting into giggles.

"Have you realised, baby?" Hyunjin cooed as he leant forward.

"We are not lady and the tramping this lunch," Sienna folded her arms, but she too started laughing as she couldn't resist his loving expression.

They exited the restaurant, a blush on Sienna's face after Hyunjin whispered something in her ear.

"He's so romantic. And I'm not used to that. I love it. Just maybe not the sharing food part. I need my own food," Sienna deadpanned into the camera, before huffing out a laugh.

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You and your wild plans (Zosan X reader)

Zoro X Sanji X reader polly relationship. GN reader, established relationship.

Plot: Inspired by Night routine. Zoro refuses to dance even when Luffy try's his best to make it happen, so you hatch a plan to make him dance.

Warning: bad Language, angst, Fluff.

The bright sun sets in the distance as the party starts on the deck of the sunny. Brook playing his violin and singing while Luffy, Usopp, Franky and chopper all danced round. Nami and Robin sitting on the fore-man round bench with cocktails in had which you and Sanji both made for then and yourselves. Beautiful and high energy music filled the air along with the sound of laughter and talking. You, Zoro and Sanji were sitting on the grass away form the noise and dancing, cocktails and sake in hand. Zoro was always in the middle of you two at this time of night just wanting you two close to him. Once and a while he would move his head into one of your necks and take in your smells for you lavender and honey and for sanji cigarette smoke and cologne. He loved your smells, so different to each other yet so perfect togeather, sometimes he felt like he couldn't take it just wanting to kiss you two until you were both a mess.

it was a normal night for the crew but that was about to change for the better. Your captain has been trying to get Zoro to join in on the dancing since you can remember but the swards man always refuses leaving your captain feeling sad. You have been brewing up and plan for a month now and tonight you were gonna put it into action.

--------------------- Earlier that day

Lunch had just finished and you were helping sanji with the dishes, most days during the after noon Zoro would join you but you managed to get Franky to distract him, something about needing to move something heavy. It was a surprise to Sanji when Nami walked in and sat down at the kitchen counter "Nami-swan what can i do for you? Do you need something?" The cook puts down the plate he was drying to focuses on the navigator "Its ok Sanji i asked her to meet us here" you say drying your hands before leaning on the kitchen counter across from Nami "Your up to something aren't you?" Nami says leaning forward with quite the sadistic grin on her face. The young woman is very interested in what your up too and why she has to be a part of it. You laugh a little at her before turning to Sanji who has a blush on his face, he's seen some of your wild plans before and is unsure of how to deal with them, once you have a plan in your mind its hard to convince you out of it.

"We'll now that i have both of you here and no one else around i can tell you the plan i have" you state Sanji taking a seat with a sign knowing he will have to sit down for this one. "You know Luffy had been trying to get Zoro to dance for a while now and its kinda sad to see our captain all upset so i though of a way to make him get up and dance." you say with a smile making Nami laugh "Oh i am soooo in." Her answer gains Sanji's attention who looks at the both of you before sighing "I don't know Love, he won't dance even if we make him" You let a sly smile form on your face "Oh were not gonna make him. Tonight im sure Luffy is gonna ask again and i'll say yes. Nami you come over and ask Sanji to dance. if we do that i know Zoro will get upset at us not being with him and his chose is either sit there alone or join us" the plan was simple but Sanji didn't seem sold "Its a great idea my love but, how do you know this will work?"

"The past few weeks i'v been paying attention to who he seems to be jealous of, when we talk to someone or touch some one his demeanor changes and he gets more clingy. For me it seems to be Luffy and for you Sanji it seems to be Nami" you state the facts only for Nami to brake out into laughter "Really? Zoro is jealous of me?" she asks threw her laughs, Sanji seems to blush hard at this before reaching over and taking your hand "Your not jealous of Nami are you my love?" he asks fearing the worst, he doesn't want either of his loves to hate the women on the ship but his fears resolved when you shake your head "Of cause not but if you both agree i think this plan will work and make our captain really happy" Nami and Sanji look at each other before nodding, Their in.

--------------- Back to the party

Luffy came bounding over again with almost perfect timing and a happy smile speed across his face. It doesn't matter how many times Zoro turns down the offer to dance Luffy keeps trying. Nami notices and looks over at you and Sanji giving you both a wink saying she's ready when you both are. "Come on Zoro come dance with us?" Luffy asks the same as always and big smile on his face and holding out both arms hoping this time it will be a yes. "No luffy Im comfy here" Zoro states one arm around you and the other around Sanji, the cook taps your hand lightly so only you will notice giving you the go ahead. You told Nami and Sanji that if any time they weren't happy with the situation then to not do anything but a tap or a wink would you the go ahead. Luffy frowns and was about to try pleading when you spoke up "We'll then if you won't i will" You stand up a shocked look on Zoro's face, his breath caught in his throat when you left his grip. "Really you'll dance with us Y/N?" Luffy asks the smile on his face much bigger than before. Zoro tried to protest but didn't manage to get any words out. "Of cause captain, as long as you will let" The Captain grabs your arms and pulls you away to the dance area before your swards man can even reach out to grab your arm with a look of shock. Nami makes places her drink down and walks over to the two boys and with the sweetest voice she can muster she asks the question "Would you like to dance Sanji?" she asks holding out her hand for him to take. Sanji jumps at the opportunity taking Nami's hand "Hay wait, you both cant just leave me" Zoro yells out getting no answer form the too of you.

Zoro can't believe what just happened, with in a matter of seconds you both leave him to dance with his captain and the navigator. He hates to admit it but he's jealous of them. Nami is beautiful, smart and full of confidence and Sanji practically bends to her whim. He knows his cook would never cheat, he's not that kind of person but he cant help but not that Nami can get what ever she wants and if you wants Sanji them she could get him. As for Luffy he respects his captain more than anyone on the ship, he is loyal to his captain and would kill if Luffy asked him too. When Luffy smiles at you or jumps on to you for a hug a sharp sting hits his heart. Again he knows you would never cheat but if you ended up leaving him for their captain then he would be powerless to stop you. Anger formed on his face but deep down he was sad, he loves holding you two and wants to be with the both of you as much as possible.

You dance along with Luffy and Usopp the music up beat, luffy bouncing around usopp laughing at the action. Sanji and Nami soon joined you guys Nami gaining your attention "Do you really think this plan will work? he just look angry" Nami whispers to you as she takes a slow dance position with Sanji "Oh it will dont worry, just watch" You whisper back earning the attention of Luffy "Everything ok?" he asks before seeing Nami and Sanji "Oh you two joined as well. Yay" Your captain cheers making the others cheer as well. You let out a laugh as Luffy takes your hands and starts swinging them as you dance with him. You forgot how fun this was, as much as you love Zoro he gets lonely easily so you and sanji tend to sit with him even if you want to join in on the fun. Zoro will never admit it though. Zoro sits there alone and annoyed his attention solely on you and Sanji, you both look so beautiful in the light and the smile on your faces makes his heart skip a beat, heat raising to his face.

It takes a minute or too but he gets up leaving his sake and taking the top part of his kimono off before walking over to you. the first one to notice is Luffy who runs over to the swards man jumping to hug the man. you let out a small laugh "Finally decided to join us?" you ask with a smirk, Zoro pulls luffy off him and signs "Yea thought id finally take you up on the offer Luffy" Zoro reply's trying to act like this was his idea all along and not just influenced by his partners and his jealousy. Luffy dragged him over and danced as the music picked up. Nami took your hand and pull you to dance with Sanji "Well done it worked but my jobs over, have fun" she says waving while walking away. Sanji's hands take your waist and bring you in closer placing a kiss on your forehead "You and your wild plans" he whispers looking up to see luffy dancing with zoro, well it was more like luffy was dragging the swards man around who was stiff and a board. It caused you both to let out a laugh "He needs dance lessons" you state sanji laughing as he kisses your neck "We can teach him" the cook sways with you a little while just holding each other to the music. it was a slow dance to a very up beat song but it felt so right. Another pair of hands slip past your hips and around Sanji's as broad chest presses again your back "So, im guessing this was a plan of your's then" he states laying his head on your shoulder "Got you to dance didn't it" You move one hand off sanji's shoulders to place on Zoro's face "You two will pay for this" He snarls at the two of you. He didn't want to admit it but he enjoyed this, dancing with you two with no care in the world.

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Soobin and Taehyun Dynamic Reading

Now, on to these two. I honestly don't really think of this bond too much, so I am highly fascinated in what I will get here. This bond seems pretty chill and subtle to me. I feel these two understand each other a lot, but they don't seem as open as a duo as the others, but I do feel all are pretty close. I just don't see strong interactions from these two compared to the others, doesn't mean they aren't close. I just see them having better interactions with other members, but I am curious what they will show me in the cards.

Oh, this dynamic look intense and not in a great way, this seems messy. They don't seem close right now, looks to be some animosity on both sides right now, this is wild.

Overall energy: We start with the House 8, I believe Soobin got this with Beomgyu as well. I am hearing some healing needs to be done, so okay, that may be the case. But this card indicates letting go of negativity or removing parts of this dynamic that no longer serve them. I feel these two may trigger something in one another and this may be a lesson for them.

We also got the Justice card. I am not sure what this could mean. With the energy they are both showing me, not sure how to take this card, is someone mediating between the two? They both seem to look at things in a matter-of-fact way or in a black and white sense, which may cause friction. I just see them both having their opinions and having their grievances and maybe not seeing eye to eye.

Soobin's energy: He has the Victim card and the Avenger card, this card kind of goes along with his own energy and his Career Reading energy. Is Tae the one he disagreed with!? Is he the person he went after and had the fight with? There is a sense of Justice Soobin wants, maybe from Tae. He may feel like a victim in a sense, or he is victimizing himself. But he may have felt he was done wrong by Tae, not saying Tae is a bad person, this is his point of view.

Now, he has the Queen of Swords, this is someone who is very observant, quiet and only speaks when need be. It seems he observes him a lot and listen to what Tae has to say. I see this card and I am just getting that he watches him and is thinking, oh I see how you move. I see how you work. It is like he knows there is more to the story with him. I am sorry but this is confusing, he goes to the Queen of Swords, a calm, levelheaded presence to the knight of wands, a spitfire, very energetic and carefree energy in one spread, confuses the heck out of me. On one end he is calm, cool and collective, but on the other end, he can be wild and carefree around him, that is what I am seeing. Knight of Wands can also be someone who acts on instincts and can have a temper, so there is that.

Now, with the Ace of Cups rv, there is some coldness here. It is like he is removing his emotions from him. Like, he doesn't have much love or openness to him right now. This is wild. Because on camera they seem cool, even Tae was talking about his conversation with him, so why am I getting this animosity and coldness from them, unless these dudes are crazy good at faking it, which can be the case. This energy seems wild to me. I am not sure I believe what I am getting, but I go with what I am getting. I don't have to believe it or not.

Now, with the 8 of Wands, Soobin's energy is all over the place when it comes to this dynamic, which may create fights and animosity. He could probably go from 0 to 100 around him lol I feel because Soobin is unstable. I feel Tae may poke the bear a little, or find ways to trigger him, it may not be intentional, but I don't know their energies may not match well, which creates problems at times.

So, his guidance is Lion Spirit, okay this may be telling him to be a bit humbler and graceful. I see Soobin as lacking appreciation for what others do for him and what he has. So, maybe he felt Tae should have done more and shows resentment there, maybe that is where the animosity is. He also has a strong sense of pride and finds it hard to look at the other person's point of view. I also see him having low self-esteem, so maybe Tae's confidence triggers him, or maybe what he assumed he took from him was his assumption of the situation. It is hard for Soobin to bow down to others or maybe even apologize or see his faults in things. This card may be urging him to be bold and confident, but don't act with aggression and bruteness, rather learn to be open to communicate diplomatically and see the other side of the situation.

Taehyun's energy: Now, with this Thief card, he seems to take what he wants and desires, so did he take something from Soobin and that is why he feels some sort of a need for vengeance. That is the only way I can take this thief card. Taehyun seems like a competitive person. He seems to show a strong appearance. I am not sure why they are giving me this card of Athlete and how this connects with their dynamic, but he tends to kind of overpower Soobin in a sense. I feel like he may be competitive with Soobin and likes to show his power and strength, this is weird.

Now, he got mostly wands in his spread, so there is a lot of passion and intensity from his end in this bond. He seems to keep a barrier and shield when it comes to Soobin, like he wants to protect his energy, and he may feel he needs to defend himself around him. This Ace of Wands shows me Soobin ignites something in him, now it could be creative energy and inspiration, but with this spread, he could frustrate him or anger him at times, because the ace of wands can be aggression to me as well.

Now, with this 3 of Wands, I am getting he waits for him to react, not sure what that means, like he won't make the first move, Soobin does, or he waits for him to do so. I don't understand what that means though, like make it make sense. I get annoyed when they don't clarify things. And I get too impatient to find out.

Lastly, this Scorpio energy, yikes, he seems jealous and competitive when it comes to Soobin. I can see resentment as well. I don't know, but he triggers something in him. He is also very cautious of Soobin. I don't understand the jealousy from his end though, like where is that coming from and maybe he isn't aware of it, or maybe he is just competitive and resentful, the keyword on the card moody also stands out, so he isn't as emotional stable when it comes to Soobin as well.

So, his guidance is Deer Spirit, which means bring a gentle touch, this may be telling him to be gentler, patient and wait things out more before acting. He might need to learn to be more cautious around him. I don't know from his energy he seems to do that though, so what else are you trying to say here. Okay, this is telling him to be more diplomatic when it comes to Soobin. To act with tact, instead of being spiteful and hurtful. I will say Soobin can be the same way, so this is telling him to not match his energy and to step back. I know that is hard, believe me, just going with the message here lol

I am going to say this. I am not picking sides here, both seem to need some healing work. I see these two as a bit broken on a personal/spiritual level, which is why they could trigger one another. Until these boys fix themselves. They will probably struggle energetically. When two broken people come together that is a bad combination, so healing work is needed on both ends. I feel both these energies are messy, but I will say Tae seems a bit messier from what I got here. I will say was not expecting this drama here. Man, this took me so long to do, so hard to grasp the energy here.

[vaguesxrrow]

watched dbd in may and it’s been two straight months of me just being astronomically down bad for jenny. mayhaps a jenny the butcher x fem reader smut? im really horrible with specifics so u can go nuts😅😅

here u goo ! i did in fact go nuts with this, hope u enjoy

jenny / fem!reader smut

cws: swearing

wc: 554

tags: fem reader, smut, thigh riding, vibrators, a very small hint of dom!jenny and exhibitionism

you and jenny abandoned the candlelit dinner table in the middle of the butched shop as you ran upstairs.

well, ran was a bit generous, seeing as both of you were too occupied with each other's mouths to be particularly fast

"babe, can we please take this off?" jenny asked, tugging the hem of your shirt.

you giggled, slightly wine drunk. "we aren't even in your room yet."

she leaned forward, pinning you against the stair railing. "like that's ever stopped you. don't you remember the time you nearly made me come in the library?" her voice was low, and she grinded against your thigh as she spoke.

"yeah, but the stairs aren't exactly convenient for fucking," you pointed out, wiggling out of your girlfriend's grip and sprinting away. you heard her swear, but knew jenny would follow you and get revenge for your teasing.

you were right. as soon as the door to her room closed shut, she kissed you roughly, hands already reaching under your skirt. you moved to take it off, but she caught your hand.

"nuh uh," she said. "shirt and underwear only. i want the skirt on."

"as you wish," you said, swiftly tugging off your shirt and unclipping your bra. jenny's eyes were transfixed on your breasts. "now your turn, baby." you helped her out of her goth getup, including her skintight jeans. they made her ass look great, but god, were they infuriating to get off.

finally, you were both naked, save for your skirt. you pulled jenny onto the bed, bodies overlapping each other as you made out. her bare pussy was grinding on your thigh again, and you could feel she was getting wetter and wetter.

jenny flipped your skirt up, exposing you. she reaches into her drawer and pulled out a vibrator. "this okay?" she checked. you could only nod enthusiastically, already picturing the pleasure. she kissed you again, before suddenly turning on the device and pressing it against your clit. you moaned into her mouth, hips bucking up. she giggled.

"gonna finger you with this against your clit," she whispered, ringer finger already circling your entrance. "and i'm gonna get myself off against your thigh. you think you can help me with that?"

"fuck, yes, jenny," you whined, hands braced against her collarbones.

a finger entered you, working you open steadily. there were so many sensations, the vibe against your pussy and jenny spreading slick over your thigh. she had never failed to make you come before, and this time would be no different.

one of your hands snaked down to support jenny's ass, moving along with her hips. the other traveled down her front, playing with her nipples.

she leaned in to kiss you again, biting your lip playfully. you wanted to laugh, but it tapered off into a moan as she added two more fingers into your pussy, now properly fingering you.

"mm, gonna come, baby," you told her. her eyes were blissed out, and you could tell she was close too as she rutted faster against you.

both of you came at the same time, jenny pressing her face into your collarbone as she did so. the vibrator turned off with a 'click', leaving the only sound in the room the heavy but satisfied breathing of you and your girlfriend.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror House AU!Freddy Krueger x Reader || Drabble

Plot: You are So Beyond Uninterested in this guy Jennifer left you with that when you see Freddy in the kitchen you are So Beyond Relieved. Pretending to Evan that Freddy is Your Guy just seemed like the natural course of action!-

Warnings: Sexual references.

As soon as you saw Freddy in the kitchen doing nothing-in-particular, you felt the heaviest rush of relief you've ever felt in this house- which is saying something. Living here is like having your life on the line every second of the damn day.

But with Evan here talking your ears burning red about his job, and 'dumbing it down for you' since it was just so complicated (And you should be s o grateful he's being so inclusive, right?? 😒), Freddy with his dumb puns (That sometimes make you laugh. Admittedly) and creepy remarks That sometimes... aren't t h a t creepy... ) somehow looks... kinda good.

You mean- well- if you were going to go out with anyone here... in this kitchen... well-... it wouldn't be Evan.

Welp. You can use that.

"Freddy!" You exclaim cheerfully, making it across the kitchen in 2 seconds, happy to get away from Evan standing too close behind you, throwing your arms around the demon. You fill your voice up with joy and stick a grin to your face, like you're so pleased to see your guy. Like you missed him, when he was gone from you. "Hey! Where have you been, today?" You ask, tilting your head to the side inquisitively, like just the perfect little sweetheart.

Evan has stopped talking about work, thank god, but he definitely have some questions about this. You don't take your eyes off of Freddy's trying to figure out whether he gets it or not. There's an odd pondering look on his face. "Wait... what's happening here? I thought... Look, Jennifer said I might like you... I thought we were gonna- " He sounds so baffled. you feel slightly bad.

But not that bad.

"Oh yeah," A look of guilt on your face, you turn back to Evan, leaning back against the kitchen bench just like 'your man'. You read somewhere that couples mimic each other. "Um- well- Jennifer doesn't know, yet. Ha." When Freddy is still just standing there, watching you struggle with amusement all over his mean dumb face, you oh-so-subtly elbow his arm off the bench (making him almost fall), before placing it around your waist. Fidgeting, you turn your head to 'glance out the window' behind your both and hiss a desperate, pleading, "Work with me here- " into his ear.

"Really?"

"Uhuh." You nod, not liking the tone of disbelief in Evans voice. Where does he get off thinking you're a liar?? He's known you for 3 minutes!, he doesn't know you- he doesn't know Freddy- how would he know you two aren't a perfect match!?-

"Its new." Freddy finally speaks, and you nod along eagerly. Yes! Thank you. Yes, its new- Great-

"Oh."

"It happened last night." Freddy goes on, and honestly, you wish he wouldn't. Compliancy is all you need from him!!- Theirs a dirty smirk on his face and you do a double take at it. Oh, hell- "Lights off, clothes on the floor, Daddy's tongue drawing- "

"Ha ha OKAY- honey, he doesn't need the r-rated version. Thank you." You give Freddy's shoulder an awkward pat, like, thats enough sweetheart. Thats not enough, though, not for him-

"Oh that wasn't the r-rated version, princess, you know that~ " When you turn your head to see Freddy, because his voice is close to the side of your head now (a mistake you greatly regret, admittedly), Freddy flicks his tongue at you. And you have to hold very still, conjure all of your self control to keep yourself from cringing or exploding or something equally red-handed and just look perturbed at him. Your eyes are only a little squinty and your nose is only a little screwy, so you're very proud of yourself.

His eyes are laughing though, and you so badly want to pinch him really hard, or something, but you cant in front of Evan!

"... sweetheart save that for later." You eventually say very quickly, before turning back to Evan. "Anyway, Evan, as you can see, I'm- " Before immediately freezing there with Freddy.

Jennifer's there, now.

And she's seen your antics.

Oh, dear.

[pascaloverx]

DANGEROUS

CHAPTER FIVE

Summary: You are a retired spy trying to live a normal life. Some time ago, a hired assassin named Tangerine tried to kill you. In response, you sought the help of an old acquaintance who could fake any death, August Walker. However, now your false identity is in jeopardy, along with your life.

Warnings: For now, the fanfic will not contain explicit content, but it will be flagged if it does in the future. However, there will be the use of strong language and moderate violence. Readers are advised. The characters August Walker and Tangerine do not belong to me but to their respective creators. Some other characters that belong to both Mission: Impossible (2018) and Bullet Train (2022) may appear in this fanfic. Other characters who are not part of these movies will be of my own creation. I hope you enjoy the reading

chapter four chapter six

You wake up in Walker's arms, feeling the warmth of his body enveloping you. He seems to be in a deep sleep, so you decide to get up and make some coffee. Tangerine is in the kitchen already, making pancakes. He's shirtless but wearing one of your kitchen aprons. He's also wearing tight dress pants that don't seem very comfortable. When he sees you, he smiles as if he hadn't recently tried to kill you. But it reminds you of how your old relationship used to be.

"No point in smiling at me. I'm still mad about what you did. Trying to kill me and Walker wasn't enough; you had to reveal our past." You criticize him as you pour yourself some coffee and grab two pancakes already on the kitchen counter.

"I thought you'd thank me for that, considering your night ended quite nicely. But honestly, I couldn't care less about what you or the pseudo movie villain up there feel. I want my brother back, and I won't care about anyone else's life but his." Tangerine speaks harshly, but you know he's lying. He still cares about you.

"Jealousy looks so cute on you, but remember that I know when you're lying. But I agree that Lemon has to be the damn priority. Which doesn't give you the right to screw me over." You stare at Tangerine, who looks at you almost understandingly. He nods in agreement.

"Rich coming from you. The woman who abandons her husband because she can't get over her breakup with the great agent Walker. Aren't you ashamed?" Tangerine seems to be holding a lot of resentment towards you. You should have known this conversation would end like this.

"I didn't abandon you. I never did that. Let alone to be with Walker. You married me because you were desperate to prove that you weren't just a hitman. And when we became a normal couple, with normal jobs, you preferred to go back to work with Lemon. You betrayed my trust. Remember that?" You speak angrily to Tangerine. It's funny how you two seem both so familiar and unfamiliar to each other at the same time.

"What trust? You never trusted me. In fact, I always wondered why you married me. Revenge or curiosity to know what my name was?" Tangerine moves closer to you, staring deeply into your eyes. You laugh at him. But then he pulls you closer by the waist.

"Is this how you flirt now? By questioning me? Well, let me tell you, I married because I was bored. What's surprising is the fact that you're a failure even in marriage. I guess the only decent thing you did was sex." You speak, trying to hurt his ego, because in fact, he was a great husband. You just wouldn't let him know that.

"The reason we didn't work out with each other is exactly this. You lie very badly. Our marriage would be standing if I hadn't chosen my profession over you." Tangerine speaks so next thing that gives you goosebumps.

“You think you know me John but you don’t. But thank you for saying so frankly that you abandoned me." You say getting too close to your legally husband.

"I hate it when you use my name. I don't think it suits me to be honest. But we both ended our relationship because you weren't over Walker. And I chose to work with what I'm good at."  Tangerine speaks and you feel like this conversation is going nowhere. So you walk away, wanting to end the subject and go back to your breakfast but Tangerine pulls you by the arm. You look at him without understanding until he kisses you. You immediately push him away not really understanding what is happening. 

"You think it's that simple? You kiss me and it's all over?" You say questioning him, but still caught up in the feeling of his lips against yours. 

"I think instead of discussing the past, we can enjoy all this unresolved sexual tension. Because no matter how much we want to blame the other, we both still want each other." Tangerine comes closer to you, as if to tease you. You look at him, disgusted knowing he's right.  

"So let's focus on resolving your brother's situation. That way we can go back to avoiding each other and pretending we don't want each other. Because if you think you can kiss me without first apologizing for having you tried to kill me, you are wrong. You accepted the mission to kill the woman you promised in a church to love until death do you part." You say, still upset about everything you've been through involving Tangerine. 

"Let's do this. Focus on rescuing my brother. So whoever wants you and Walker sent me an invitation to a party. Let's go to a masquerade ball, baby." Tangerine says showing you the electronic invitation and you realize that it will be a decoy. And clearly any plan that Tangerine comes up with will be a risk to your life.

[pearl-kite]

Want to see some neat things about how irises grow?

Remember when I dug up and divided ALL of my irises at my parents' place a few years back? And how I ended up with 50 rhizomes, and I had bought 9 more just a bit before that?

Well, my mom wants to try to amend the soil because it's not great. Most of the irises have just been surviving, but not well enough to bloom, and everything else planted in the area struggles similarly. In order to amend the soil, though, I needed to dig them all up.

Again.

I dug up 44 rhizomes this time, which is honestly a bit better than I expected. I knew that not all of the ones I put in were going to survive, but I was still surprised by how many I just dug up today.

Anyway, the learning bit!

So irises aren't bulbs, they're rhizomes. Each year they put up leaves at one end, and over time they kind of end up migrating in that direction. If they do really well at gathering and storing energy, instead of just continuing forward, they'll fork, putting up leaves on two sides and a stalk with blooms in the center. The following year, the pattern continues, going forward from each side of that fork. If a rhizome does REALLY well, you'll end up with a bunch of forks spreading out.

The one on the left has survived, but not gone very far, and the white at the end shows that I accidentally broke some of the old rhizome off when I was digging it back up. It also happens to be a dwarf variety, so the rhizome is smaller to begin with; all my other photos are of intermediate and tall bearded irises with much larger rhizomes.

The one on the right has done well enough to grow forward for a few years, with the oldest of the rhizome at the bottom (still healthy and full of stored energy!) and the newest year's growth at the top. Looking at the rhizome itself, I'd guess that one is about 4 years (which makes sense, 'cause I think I did the splitting back in 2020).

The one on the left bloomed this year; you can see the flower stalk dried out in the center, and the new fork in the rhizome to the sides. Next year, they'll continue in those two directions, and it won't go forward from the stalk any longer.

The one on the right bloomed a few years back, and though it kept growing forward from there, it hasn't bloomed since. The other side of the fork also died off, and it's now only growing in one direction again.

Last but most certainly not least we have THIS beast. This one has bloomed the last two or three years in a row. I honestly can't tell if the guy at the bottom right is part of the same rhizome or another one I planted too close that got subsumed by this monster, because it took ten minutes to get most of the clay off and there was still more. I'll need to actually rinse it off with the hose to really see if it's all one plant or two.

But I'm 95% sure that this guy is going to bloom again next year because of those nubs down along the bottom. They were below the soil, and they're too thick to be new roots, so I'm guessing that's what future growth looks like. Honestly, this guy should probably be divided, but I also don't want to ruin the chance of it blooming next year, so I'm going to put him back in the dirt as is and maybe divide next year after blooming season.

Anyway, irises are my favorite, and I think it's intriguing how they work. I'm hoping that we can get the soil a bit more balanced and that they'll do better after replanting them, because even though I just dug up 44, we only had 4 or 5 bloom this year. They aren't thriving in the soil as-is, because for as long as they've been established we should have had more blooming than that. It was still the best year since dividing them, though.

I've brought a bunch of them over to my apartment and I'm going to try them out in containers, mostly the dwarf varieties I had. ONE of the dwarfs bloomed this year and it was gorgeous, but I'm hoping the rest will do better in new soil with some extra attention.

[autisticlee]

can there be a service for autistic people (maybe even other disabilities too) that's kind of like an aide or helper or assistant, but more of a casual friendly type thing? basically people volunteer to be paired with autistic people who don't have friends and struggle to make them and their job is to be our friend as in go places with us, play games, chat, etc. whatever friends do. but they are contractually obligated to stick with it and not hurt or abandon us, but work with us. maybe invite us to hang out with their friends. we can try different people to see who we best fit with. then maybe that person sticks with one of us and not multiple so they dont play favorites and neglect us or get overwhelmed or something.

it's a volunteer job and they don't get paid because all they're doing is being a friend and doing normal things that doesn't deserve pay lol. why should you get paid to pretend to be someone's friend? do it because you want to support someone who needs you, nit because you think it will be an easy job to make money. and friendship isn't a job. that weeds out people only doing it for money and not trying very hard or quitting when they think it's too hard and abandoning the person they were paired with. and that way it's a free service for us since most of us are poor. but they probably need to get some education as well, and we go over our own specific needs and expectations so they know what we need and expect from them, how to work with us, and what they should expect from us. they could work with counselors so if there are any problems they can't handle and are worried about us, we can get a check in or something. but generally, this would be good for very social and friendly people who like to help others and are open minded, accepting, and kindhearted. (which is getting increasingly hard to find in my experience...)

it would be hard to find the right people, but that's why it's good to have meetups and try to find the right match. because sometimes I think that, even if I dont relate to the neurotypical/allistic/abled people, it might be helpful to have someone who can navigate the social situations for me and let me just follow along and be included in things. someone I can ask to go to a convention with me and they can be my voice and keep me company and lead me, while having fun themselves. or someone who invites me to a party with their friends and let's me mostly ait in their room with their cat, but occasionally step out to listen to their conversation and laugh with them. I can absorb their fun energy and have more fun, feel included, but have the space i need, because they are willing to work with me, support me, and acccept me, my needs, and my boundaries.

other autistic or in general ND and disabled people are cool and all, but when they also struggle like I do, we end up not talking to each other becasue we don't know how or cant. we often don't get along because differences that get in the way ("im autistic and I can do that why don't you just do it too" -a real life example that I experienced) or we cant meet each other's needs or struggle with boundary issues. maybe we both need help and can't help each other. or if the other does help it burns them out so fast they are miserable (like my one friend who always has to speak for me and then shes burnt out for months after and cant even talk to me over text....we used to be so close. now we barely talk 🥲). or they don't want to do the things I want to do, like going out somewhere, and rather watch TV all day when I hate doing that.

it would be nice to have someone to consistently rely on to help me out with doing "normal" things no one else will do with me because i'm too autistic for them, or they are too disabled to deal with me. I know people aren't obligated to be my friend or do things with me. so that's why a "job" for this would be great, so someone IS more obligated to do it. because i'm so incredibly lonely and exhausted and losing my mind over having not a single person to turn to or rely on 🥲

does that make sense?????

[femmmie]

Anthony's Day prompt: Anthony/Amanda/Ian where in Ian realizes he likes both Amanda and Anthony because they look like each other.

Your kiss is on my list

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Inspired by this song

Amanda is over at Ian's place because she promised during lunch she'd watch The Pianist with him. This is why people don't sit next to Ian. He will convince them to suffer through extremely depressing war movies while he probably enjoys it.

It's quite inappropriate too, being over, alone, at her - very handsome - boss's home, at night. She texted her husband she was working overtime. Which is so much worse. She is contemplating submitting this situation to r/aita.

But Ian snaps her out of it.

"Hey, Amanda, you looked really serious right there, are you okay? Do you want something to drink? To smoke, maybe?"

The problem is Amanda really wants to relax. Should she, though? She usually struggles to contain her feelings and impulses as it is...

"Ooh! Do you have a vodka martini?" She says it with her signature wide eyed, Kramer-esque demeanor.

Ian smiles closed-mouthed and scuttles to his kitchen. "A classic drink for a classy lady," he jokes.

Amanda's mind is racing. "Is this okay? It's okay, right? It's a bit weird but then again, everything at Smosh is always weird. Nobody not working here could understand..."

"Mister Hecox," she involuntarily goes along with the bit. She can't help that she is such a great improv actress. "I didn't expect anything less from a Renaissance man like yourself."

"Renaissance man?" Ian scoffs, returning to the living room, handing Amanda her drink.

"I don't know, I'm just trying not to freak out! Aa! I'm watching a movie with Ian! I've wanted to see your house for a while now, you really got a nice place here!"

She puts down her empty glass in the window sill.

"Am I such a terrible person to watch a movie with?" Ian asks, still smiling. But then he suddenly pouts a bit. "I probably am, aren't I? Do I make you uncomfortable, Amanda?"

Seeing Ian vulnerable like this destroys all of Amanda's self-restraint and critical thinking abilities. She grabs Ian's arm and rubs it.

"NOOO are you kidding, Ian? You could never! You're way too sweet. I'm really glad I'm here with you. We don't get enough us-time at the office anyway." Something about the way she says this makes Ian's eyes widen ever so slightly behind his glasses, and his pout disappears.

They are just standing there like dumb idiots, Ian looking away as Amanda desperately seeks eye contact.

The door of Ian's apartment opens.

"Hey, Ian, I just came back from se- Amanda?"

They both are startled, and the visitor maybe even more so. "What's going on here?" He asks, unsure.

"Anthony!!! Fancy seeing you here, hahaha... yeah! Uhh, I kinda promised I'd watch a movie with Ian. Yeah! So that's why I'm here, I GUESS!"

Terrifying. Anthony gives her a look that tells a whole story. Anthony doesn't want her to be there, Anthony doesn't want her and Ian to do anything together. Anthony is jealous. Jealous? Why? Of course, she knows why. She looked it up.

Anthony recovers from his initial reaction and smiles warmly, hugging Amanda and Ian. "You promised you'd watch a movie with Ian? Rookie mistake, Amanda! You should know better. Now he won't let you go until you watched all of Band of Brothers. Or the entire Twilight saga, I don't know which genre he's hooked you on."

"You like Twilight?" Amanda is happily distracted from the whole moment they are having and tries to wrap her mind around Ian liking teen vampire movies.

"To each their own, Amanda," Ian plays defense. "They're good movies, actually." Anthony laughs. Amanda joins in.

"Oh I know, I've seen them! Just didn't think you'd like them too!"

"Uhh, yeah, so I'm just gonna chill here for now..." Anthony sits down in the middle of the couch, massively manspreading like he feels right at home here. He probably does as he even has the keys to the place.

To Amanda's surprise, Ian sits down next to Anthony and starts showing him memes on his phone. No "Hi Anthony" or anything. Just straight down to the bullshit they pull at the office as well.

Amanda sees two grown men SO obsessed with each other they forget the world around them altogether.

She makes herself another martini and downs that one in one go as well. Should she just go? It's probably the best idea.

"Amanda! You need to see this," Ian giggles. Anthony is wheezing.

"I don't know if I do," Amanda teases. Third-wheeling an Ian and Anthony date when she could be at home with her loving husband was not on her bingo card for today.

"Oh by the way, Ian, tell me again about that crush you had on that girl?" Anthony says all innocently, but Amanda senses some hostility from Anthony. At her?

"Uhh, what? Which one?" Ian lowers his phone and looks at Anthony.

"You know the one with the tats?"

"Oh yeah! Oof, she is so hot, oh my god, I'm so into tattoos..."

Anthony smiles at Amanda. He's so evil. But two can play this game, Amanda thinks. And she's not one to shy away from anything, certainly not this shit.

"I'm thinking of getting a tattoo," she says while sitting next to Ian on the very end of the couch. "Where do you think I should set it, Ian?"

Ian is immediately engaged. He scans Amanda's body with a pondering look. Behind him, Anthony's annoyed noggin sticks out. Amanda stifles a laugh.

Before Ian can decide about the place of Amanda's first tattoo, Anthony jumps up from the couch and back into the game.

"I don't know Amanda, maybe you want some inspiration?" And he takes his shirt off. Well damn. He's extremely fit and those tats look unfairly good. But now Amanda is alone with her TWO bosses in various states of undress! She can't wait to tell Angela about this...

Ian stands up and looks at Anthony's tatted back. "Amanda," he beckons her. "These new ones are so badass, " and he traces a particularly crisp line over Anthony's skin. Anthony naturally leans into Ian's touch but stops again, glancing over at Amanda.

FUCK! Now she's witnessing her bosses do some kind of FOREPLAY.

"Oh sure, they really are!"

The alcohol finally kicks in. Amanda gets up and lets her flannel shirt fall low off her shoulders, revealing her mostly bare back to Ian as well.

"Where on my back should I get the tattoo?" She asks playfully. "The same place as Anthony?" She turns her head towards Anthony and wiggles her eyebrows at him like she's Macaulay Culkin.

"Hmm," Ian thinks out loud. He gently touches Amanda's bra strap, then strokes down to her lower back... what the fuck is happening? A bolt of electricity runs through Amanda's body, it feels so good but wrong at the same time.

"You look so similar, did you know?" Ian says suddenly.

"What?" Anthony asks. "Similar?" Amanda looks over her shoulder at Ian.

"Your skintone, hair color, your big ass egos," Ian glaughs. "Your eyes, your smile, should I go on? I only now just figured it out. You're both my type." And then he laughs as if he just made the best joke.

"But," Anthony walks around the side table so is was facing Ian, "I know you way longer than you know Amanda. So that's different." He doubles down on staying topless.

Amanda simply twirls around and pulls her shirt back up, but not before flashing Ian a little cleavage.

"True," Ian answered. "But it does feel like I have known you for ages as well, Amanda. One day you showed up at Smosh, you kissed me and here we are!"

Of course. Amanda started all of this. The awkward gray area between coworkers and 'friends' and sexual tensions and halfway cheating on her husband, or is it even halfway? "Why do I always kiss people..." she thought to herself.

Anthony is not happy. "Oh, this is all about your dick again. Haven't we been here before? Haven't we talked through that we're not letting relationships come between us anymore?"

Ian looks a bit nervous now. That does it. Amanda beats him to answer Anthony. "THERE IS NOTHING GOING ON BETWEEN IAN AND ME!" She bolts for the door. "I AM GOING HOME TO MY HUSBAND NOW! I AM NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH IAN!!!" She desperately struggles to open the door. "Bye now, I love Smosh. See you at work." Shit, she used the iconic phrase Shayne said to Court and they are married now.

When she's outside, she collapses on the ground. "What did I get myself into?!" But then she can't help but overhear through the way too thin door of Ian's apartment.

"Anthony, of course I love you the most, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid, just staking my claim."

"I think you scared Amanda away."

"Good. I think you were on to something though. She did kiss you... first."

"Anth... mmm?" Soft noises ensue, of two people staggering toward the bedroom, soft laughter and- Amanda almost has a heart attack when she thinks she left her phone in the apartment, but then she finds it in her purse. She calls an Uber while fleeing downstairs.

Well, Ian has a type, apparently. And maybe in another life, her and Ian... but in this life, no way. Anthony has staked his claim, as he said. Are her bosses a 'thing' now? It sounded like it... And Amanda isn't even available. This was just a mistake on her part. One thing is for sure: she's never sitting next to Ian at lunch again.