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also another thing about ff7 bc i saw this pop up again:
this montage is based on a real scene from the OG.
make of that as you will.
#recently i saw both someone playing Rebirth saying 'HOW COME NO ONE TALKED ABOUT IT BEFORE'#while ^this picture is pretty infamous#and a friend sending me that asking me if there's a joke he didn't understand#and meanwhile i'm just like. oh how the old memes die..... that people wouldn't know this...#but yeah. real scene from the OG. You're welcome.#ichatalks about ffvii#kiri dont look#in case
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On her jeans (Part 3 of 3)
Male Reader x Kim Minji, Hanni Pham, Danielle Marsh
Length: 4606 words
Tags: Daddy kink, anal galore, blowjob, face fuck, blindfolded, 4some, pearly gates, spitting, spanking, cursing, humiliation, missionary anal, analpie, ass eating, rimming
TW: kinda rough, pure, stupid smut, ass eating, eating cum out of ass
-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3-
(A/N: the most likely final part of the On her series. This fic is very mindless lmao. Important announcement at the end.)
âYes, Daddy, that feels so good!â
Hanniâs enthusiasm is almost limitless. No matter how often youâve ordered her to your office or your apartment or some secluded bed and breakfast, she never let you down. No, the only thing âdownâ is the momentum of her hips whenever she rides you on the couch, her beautiful ass turned towards you. She loves to make it wiggle when your cock fills her cunt.
You take delight in such a sight and give her the good-girl-spanks she deserves. Hanni craves them as much as she craves your eyes, seeing nothing but love in hers. There is nothing stopping her from leaving, you never demanded the same things from her then you did from Minji. But where Minji lacks endless love and desire for you, Hanni fills these gaps and then some.Â
âOh my God, Daddy, you-youâre gonna make me cum again!â Hanniâs throat is sore from her moans and screams (and the rough face fuck you gave her earlier). âI-I canât hold it!â
âWhy would you hold it?â you ask her and pull her back against your bare chest. âRuin yourself all over me, you slut.â
You give her thrusts, quick, not too strong and that is all she needs. Her effort was remarkable but in the end she wants you to fuck her over the edge. Hanniâs pussy convulses around your cock, tries to milk it and you are about to give in when your cell phone rings.Â
âFuck,â you curse and pick it up while dropping a powerless Hanni to the carpet floor. âWho is this?â
âYo, have you turned on the TV?â the person on the other end, some former manager of a group you were interested in, asks. âToday are the MAMA awards.â
âAnd? Theyâve been the same for basically forever. And you know I donât have any control overââ
âOh no, another group has won.â You can hear the smirk on his lips. âI bet youâve heard the song and the groupâsome of them are under your wings, I assume?â
For a moment you are confused, then it dawns on you brightly. âYou could say that,â you respond calmly and look at one of those who are under your wingsâthough under your cock fits better. âLet me be honest, I did not think that they would make it this far.â
âTheir success is unheard of, they must have paid you really well,â he continues knowingly. The kind of business you do is in a paradoxical state of infamously known and also a dark secret in the industry. Itâs a tightly knit conspiracy where every wrong step, every wrong turn can cost you basically everything.Â
âMaybe they have to offer me something new, a MAMA win does not come around very often.â
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âCongratulations on your win. I bet this is part of every trainee's dreamâ Sent by you
âThank you, Daddy~ It definitely is, but Iâm certain we couldnât have done it without you â Sent by Hanni
You smirk and scroll through your gallery. There is a picture youâve saved, a picture of something you want. Some people screenshot what they want from social media apps or shopping sitesâyou will do the same right now, though your picture does not include a product one can buy.Â
âI found this picture of you and one of your friends. She is very attractive.â Sent by you
âI know, Danielle ist so damn pretty <3â Sent by Hanni
âHer prettiness equals probably two MAMA awardsâŚâ Sent by you
That should do it. Hanni is probably stunned right now. If Danielle is next to her, she probably looks at herâyour terrible influence deeply rooted in Hanniâs mindâand she will see what you see: another object for your desire, another girl you can train to make your personal fuck doll, another idol sold by her bandmate. Unlike Minji, Hanni might actually like the idea.Â
You wait patiently as she ponders, typing, then deleting message after message until she settles for a simple text that makes this unhinged, lustful being inside you lose any and all control.
âDaddy deserves his reward as soon as possible. We need just 20 to 30 minutes~â Sent by Hanni
With a victorious sigh, you throw away your smartphone. It audibly cracks on the floor, but you donât give a fuck. Phones can be bought again, but what you will get, no one can buy. These next twenty minutes will feel like hours and every second beyond that will make you lose your mind. Atleast, that is what you would have to assume if it werenât for someone suddenly sneaking into your apartment.Â
Timid, quiet steps. The person is not wearing shoes. You hear the door fall shut, gently and suddenly, she stands in your doorframe. As if your life was a script, written by a higher being which, for some reason, likes your story to be filled with as much sexual fulfillment as possible, Minji has decided to come visit you.Â
âHello, Daddy,â she coos, catching your gaze with the way she presses her frame against the door frame. Her two piece outfit with all its white frays perfectly merges with said door frame, the warm light making it look like she could disappear in your walls. âIâm sorry for not announcing myself, but may I come in?â
âThat depends,â you say, trying to act not-too-happy about her convenient timing. âItâs nice to see you barefooted and in this pretty outfitâbut you need to approach the right way.â
âOf course, Daddy.â
Minji gets on her knees. She begins to crawl over your wooden floor and seeing her eager eyes has you riled up. Instead of waiting for her to unbuckle your belt, you open it on your own and let your pants drop when her face reaches your crotch. Minji moans gently and presses her face against the massive bulge in your boxers. Sheâs not really teasing you. Itâs more of a ceremony, because Minji quickly proceeds to pull down your boxers with nothing but her teeth.
âDaddy, itâs so big and beautiful,â Minji says in all honesty, her idol persona washed away by her own horniness. âMay I service you with my mouth?â
âStick out your tongue,â you order and Minji follows. You slap your tip on the exposed wet muscle and watch her faintly smile at how excited you seem. âLooks really good, how could I say no?â
No warning and just a moment later, you are buried to the hilt in Minjiâs throat. She gags violently, her head tilted backwards and her wide eyes quickly release a torrent of tears. You donât comment on it, watch on with a cold, resting bitch face and begin to fuck her face roughly. Itâs hard thrust after hard thrust; not too fast though, because you want to see the submission steadily grow in her eyes.
âFucking good, so much better since you started taking my cock like a premium whore,â you hiss and reach for the sides of her head. She locks eyes with you and through a sea of tears, you can see that she is happy. Still happy. âBut it wonât be enough. I need more, another hole, and Iâm not talking about your pussy. I know that you are dripping from there, but Iâm going to split you open somewhere else.â
You pull out and watch Minji try to catch her breath, shocked, weak; she gets no time to recover however. You grab her hair and slide back into her not-awaiting, but slave-like throat. She takes your pounding even as it forcefully removes her faint mascara and leaves her a drooling mess. Itâs Minjiâs masterclass in deepthroatsâa fitting end, because you will fuck something else today.
After many harsh thrusts, too many to count, but enough to have Minji at your complete mercy, you pull out. She bends over, tries to keep her composure and breathe, but you wonât allow this. She has to look at you and understand what you desire. You slap her face and spit at it. âDonât avoid me, look at me!â you shout and Minji is tiny. A kneeling tiny bitch who follows your commands. âI will fuck your ass, do you understand?â
âYes, Master,â Minji cries and puts her forehead to the floor. âTha-Thank you for the award, Ma-Master. Please, a-abuse my ass.â
Not that it tugs at your heartstrings or anythingâbut instead of just fucking her in this state of complete devastation, you help her up, to her feet and cup her cheek firmly⌠almost gently. Minji still sobs, barely able to look up at you.
âYou are here to thank me with your ass? That is actually adorable and very thoughtful of you.â
âI-I thought, because Master hasnât fucked me th-there yet, and because he probably did with Hanni already, Iââ
âOh, I understand, but Minjiââ You lean down to her ear and whisper, while your hand travels down her bare midriff into the dress and finds her folds, soaked in arousal. ââwe are already past the Master stage. And you underestimate my greed, my desire for more, infinitely more. Donât worry about that though. Get on the couch and show me your cute little asshole.â
âO-okay. Thank you, Daddy.â
As Minji lays down and wiggles off the bottom part of her dress, you get a bottle of water-like lube from a drawer in the living room table. These bottles are always nearby because situations like this have occurred quite a few times in your life. More than you can count, enough to make you the biggest villain for every girl group fan.
When you pour the lube on your cock, you inspect Minji and her cute posture. She is on her back, legs spread and in the air, while her fingers keep her butt cheeks apart. Her ring twitches and it twitches more when you rub lube all over it. Minji mewls, and mewls some more when you push a finger past the first tightness to lube the inside as well.
âYou are a bit stiff, you need to loosen up or else it will hurt.â
âIsnât it supposed to hurt?â Minji asks in all honesty. âIâm okay with Daddy hurting me, as long as he feels good.â
You have to hold back or else you wouldâve laughed at her innocent expression and the confused fear in her orbs. You align your cock with her ass, not to immediately force yourself inside that hot, tight hole, but to teach Minji how to take you well.
âIf you relax, Minji, I promise it will feel good. Weird at first, probably too big, but the more you loosen up and let your asshole become a source for pleasure, it will feel great.â
âHanni probably already knows this,â Minji mumbles in shame. You quickly reach for her jaw and put a chaste kiss on her lips.
âTo be honest, I havenât even fucked her ass before, so stop worrying. Take deep breaths and stay re-laxed.â With those final words, you wait for Minji to follow your instructionsâbreathe in; breathe outâbefore you push your cock into her brown hole.
âOh Daddy, fuck,â Minji groans, right into your face and you love how her hands start to hold onto your back, your arms as you push more cock into her. âYou are so, so big!â
âThere is still more, but you are doing a great job, Minji,â you respond calmly, lifting up her ass a bit to penetrate her deeper. âSoon, youâll love this more than anything.â
âDaddy!â Your cock is fully inside her and Minji seems to go crazy, her head thrown back into the couch, her mouth releasing loud moans rapidly. Her anal cavity squeezes you tightly, tries to wring you and itâs insanely impressive. She takes you fully on the first go and slowly catches herself. âI-it feels weird but sooooââ
âGood, right? I can feel you relax, so I will start to fuck you for real now. Congratulations, youâre not a butt virgin anymore!â
Minji weakly laughs and then gasps when you drag your cock mostly out of her ass just to push it back in, deep, to the fucking hilt. You watch as her eyes open wide, then narrow, then close, all in the rhythm of your pumps. Her cunt drips more juice too, she cannot deny the pleasure.
âDaddy, why, why do you feel so good?â Minji screams. âWhy, your cockâyou made me your butt slut!â
âYouâre a natural at this, most of your kind quickly become addicted.â
âMake me addicted, Daddy! Please, use this hole and make meââ
You reach underneath her frayed top and pinch a hard nipple, while your teeth go for her lower lip. You can feel her insides combust, her ass clenching around your cock, her pussy convulsing around nothing, yet it is enough to make her cum. Minji is orgasming from just her ass, but she tries to hide it.Â
âThere is nothing to be embarrassed about,â you laugh and begin to fuck Minji harder, her ankles in your firm hands. âCum with your ass and be mine forever. You cannot escape anyways, so why would you want to? Donât run from the pleasure, because I wonât stop fucking you untilââ
Suddenly, you hear a key in the lock of your front door and someone whispering. Then quiet steps. Minji grows tense but you just smile at her, reassure her that there is nothing to be scared off. âOh, you know these two, donât worry~âÂ
âHuh?â
You look up and spot the first girl, Hanni, who smirks when she sees you. She puts a finger to her luscious lips and winks. You get her idea and press your palm on Minjiâs mouth to keep her quiet while you slowly thrust into her tight ass. The young girl is visibly shocked that you just continue, but her shock grows even more when she spots the second girl.
âUnnie, this is weird. How long do I have to wear this blindfold?â
âJust a little bit longer~ We are almost there, just a few more steps.â
Hanni guides the blind Danielle, a beautiful, skinny girl dressed in what you assume is a stage or award show outfit. Either way you love how exposed her midriff and collarbone are. Danielleâs skin is flawless and her face looks even better than in pictures or videos.
The two get closer. Hanni is now behind the taller girl and guides her by holding her hips. The two seem familiar with this kind of intimacy. You quietly pull out of Minjiâs butt and luckily, she stays quiet in this tense situation.Â
âDani, we have arrived,â Hanni giggles and wraps her hands around her friendsâ tiny waist. âI have a present for you, but you have to get on your knees and guess what it is~â
âUnnie, if itâs your pussy againâwe already did that! And if you want to fuck, you can just ask!â
You raise an eyebrow at Hanni who is clearly nervous and sweating. She got caught fucking with a second member of her group without your permission. You canât really blame her. You canât wait to stick your cock into that tight body and fuck Danielleâs mouth with your fingers. But for now, you let Hanni finish her game.
âThis time,â she continues and kisses Danielleâs shoulder. âItâs something different. I have found the biggest, most beautiful cock because I know you would want to suck one of those someday.â
Danielleâs pale skin starts to burn with a deep red. All of her blood seems to go to her face. She starts to lose focus and whimpers a bit, especially because Hanni becomes more touchy, hands on her chest, her tummy, her ass.
âH-how did you know, Unnie?â
âYou are really, really bad at hiding your dildoâs, Dani. I found like four of them. One still had your saliva around it~â
Danielle puts both hands to her face and lowers it in shame. Everyone in the room can still feel the glow of her blush through her fingers. You stroke your cock once, amused at the situation, but also tired of waiting. Hanni notices and continues her plan quickly.
âLook, Dani, Iâll show you how to do it.â Hanni lowers herself in between your legs. For the first time, you check out her outfit. Odd, you remember it from some performances a few months agoâdoes it really matter when she immediately goes to suck you, throat you even? âOh my, it tastes so good! I wonder why that is?â
You point to Minjiâs still exposed asshole and Hanni smirks knowingly. Poor Minji did not dare to move a single inch this entire time but now with Hanniâs loud gagging filling the room, she can stop being quiet and move her hands to cover up.
âU-unnie, are you really sucking it?â Danielle asks the obvious, still in disbelief. âIs it a real one, like, are you sucking a boy?â
Hanni pops you free from her perfect lips and makes sure to taste all of the lube and Minjiâs ass from your manhood with her tongue. She cleans you passionately, from sac to tip until you finally give her a bit of precum.Â
âDani, he is a man, a Daddy. Trust me, he is very good looking and his cock is even better~â Hanniâs voice is so lewd, it feels cursed with her adorable visuals. You relish in her compliments and brush her black strands back behind her ear. âKneel next to me and I show you.â
Danielle kneels down, her small frame taking the spot in between your legs next to Hanni. She is still confused though. âBut Unnie, how can you show me if Iâm not allowed to remove the blindfold?â
Hanni rolls her eyes and without warning, grabs Danielleâs face and pulls her into a kiss. The younger girl flails in surprise, finds hold on your thigh, but somehow she canât hold onto it for long. Maybe the thought of a stranger really seeing her like this makes her lose grip on the situationâa good thing in your book.
âHa-Hanni-unnie!â Danielle shrieks when their lips disconnect. âWhy, why did that taste so good?âÂ
âIf you want more, you need to suck and clean his cock like I did. Here, open your pretty mouth and be a good girl for Daddy~â
âYou say weird stuffâugh, hng!â
You groan softly when Hanni not-so-softly pushes Danielleâs face down your cock. A new, sensational throat engulfs you. Of course you expected violent gags and tears coming from behind the blindfold, how could you not. Hanni is literally forcing Danielle to deepthroat you for the first time. Her dildo training seems to have paid off however: Danielle is a lot more composed, measured even and makes sure to keep her teeth off of you.Â
Soon, she finds her own pace and bops up and down your shaft, using her tongue from time to time without yet knowing where it actually feels good for you. Itâs hard for her to learn when she canât read your facial expression, so she just guesses and sucks and bops her head. It makes it all the more impressive how she can keep up with you and do a better job than Minji did on her first try.
âHanni-unnie,â Danielle immediately shouts after getting her mouth off of your dick. âThat was very mean of you, like, what theââ
You interrupt the young, angry girl by giving her blindfold a tug and watching it fall off of her dazzling, still flushed features. You smirk down at her as she watches up in awe, her eyes inspecting you like you did to her earlier.
âOh, he-hello, sir,â Danielle says and tries to be formal while your cock is still on her lips. âIâm sorry we just walked into here and⌠about this.â She points at your hard shaft which you take in your hand and poke against her soft cheek.
âDonât worry about it, you beautiful thing. In fact, I should be sorry about this right here.â You point next to you, where Minji tries to cover up her pussy. âHope you donât mind.â
âYou, you had sex with Minji-unnie? Like, i-in her vagina?â
âOh Dani,â Hanni coos and puts a hand into Danielleâs red top. âYou donât know how good a real cock feels in your pussy. Way better than a dildo.â
âStop being so lewd, Unnie!â
âBut you two are wrong,â you interrupt them and look at Minji, who valiantly fights through her embarrassment. There is nothing to be embarrassed about though; she did great taking your cock in her ass. âWe had anal sex just now, and I think I speak for us both when I say that it was awesome.â
Hanni pouts at the thought of not yet having you in her ass while Danielle is both struck by horror and thrill when she cross-eyes your cock and then switches to look at Minjiâs butt, which you uncover for her.
âMinji-unnie, was it really that good?â Danielle asks with wide open eyes.
âYeah, how was it?â Hanni adds and involuntarily adds pressure for the leader to answer.
âI-it was⌠the best.â
A moment of silence and awkwardness for Minji until Danielle jumps up and pulls down her black skirt. Another unexpected turn, she seems to be ready to go asap. âSir, can youâwould you have sex with my butt too?â
âI thought youâd never ask,â you try to play it cool and reach for the bottle of lube. âTurn around, we need to get you ready.â
âHere, let me help you, Daddy.â Hanni gets a hold of Daniâs ass as soon as she spins around and spreads the cheeks apart. Dani gasps at first, but then giggles when she finds her Unnie to be already naked. She starts to kiss Hanniâs skin while you put the nozzle to her beautiful, clean ring and push lube inside. Danielle shudders while Hanni looks on with jealousy. It will be her turn soon enough though.Â
âYou have a gorgeous body, Dani,â you compliment her before grabbing her waist and pulling her onto you. âYou are so light, I think I need to try a new position with you. Are you down for that?â
âSir, Iâif itâs not too crazy, I think I can do it. But remember, this is my first time.â
âYou have to be relaxed, Dani,â Minji suddenly adds and stands next to her, not covering her private parts anymore. âIf you are tense, itâs going to hurtâwhen you are loose however, Daddy can fuck you so good, it will feel like heaven.â
âO-okay then, I think Iâm ready.â
You nod and lay down on the couch, Danielle on top of you. She rests her back on your strong chest and your hard cock searches for her tight asshole. Luckily, Hanni is there to help align your tip with it (not before sucking it of course). Dani takes deep breaths instinctively and with your primal instinct to fuck, your cockhead disappears in her ass.
âOh fuck, that looks so hot!â Hanni coos.
âStop staring, please,â Danielle whimpers and you feel her incredible texture convulse around your aroused phallus. No, she definitely gets turned on by this, so youâll make it even better.
âHanni, keep staring,â you order. âOh, and make your mouth useful on my ass. See it as punishment for having sex with Dani without my permission.â
âYes, Daddy, Iâm sorry Daddy.â
âSir, isnât this too lewd?â Dani asks while you begin to rock her thin body up and down your cock like itâs a fleshlight.Â
âMinji, how about you lick Danielleâs pussy. Make yourself familiar with it.â
âYes, Daddy, she tastes really sweet and is quite⌠wet.â Minji smiles and you get what she means. Her mouth is promptly on Daniâs clit and now the two are moaning in unison. Your thrusts into Daniâs ass become harder.
âOh dang, so much in my a-aâ, I mean butt,â she whispers and you look at her face. âSir, you are one lewd bastâ person. Making young girls do this stuff. Arenât you a bit too old for us?â
âMaybe that is why they call me Daddy,â you respond, the humor lost because your expression remains stern even through the pleasure. âDonât hold back, curse as much as you want. This is no tv show or live stage. Get used to this cock, because I wonât stop after this one time.â
âI wonât either, you fucking bastard.â
Your lips meet in a haze, then you decide to give it your all. You fuck Dani hard, force more and more curse words out of her good-girl-mouth. Her cunt is forced against Minjiâs eager lips, while you make sure Hanni is covered in your muskâthough she kinda seems to enjoy serving your ass. Even after all this, she might still be the best baby girl out of this trio.
âYes, fuck, yes, you fill my tiny ass so good! Fuck me with your big fat cock, give me that cock, open me so wide until Iââ
âYou horny bitch.â You yank down her top to reveal tiny tits, jiggling a little at your every thrust. Her skin is glowing, she is in complete heat. Danielle is a nymph with a tight ass and a pussy so wet, she can save someone from dehydration. You want to test your theory, if her orgasm is as explosive as you want it to be.
âMy Lord, Iâm so going to fucking cum, I will cum! Make me squirt, make me fucking, ahh!â
Like a fountain, Danielleâs juices paint Minjiâs face, cover her hair and even Hanni below. She also doesnât stop, not with your endless thrust into her ass. She is like an infinite source, eventually filling Minjiâs mouth and marking Hanni as a dirty, rimming whore covered in girl cum.
âThat was so good, Sirââ
âWe are not yet done!â You squeeze Dani to your chest so she cannot escape and start to violate her ass some more, to the point your entire cock stretches her in all directions. For some reason, you feel like you could breed this hole for two eternities, but for now, one massive load has to be enough.Â
With your final, deepest of thrusts, you force all of your seed into Danielleâs tight ass-pussy, fill it up and make sure she is tight enough to keep it inside for now. Pulling out is hard but rewarding, and hearing, feeling her pant on top of you is heavenly.Â
âItâs so deep in me, fuck,â she moans and you bite her cheek.Â
âPush it out of your slutty hole, you naughty bitch.Â
âHanni, Minji! Get ready for your daily load!â
The two girls are under our spell, not questioning anything you say and stick out their tongue underneath Danielleâs butthole. You pull back her heels to give them more space and with an blissful, erotic expression, Dani lets her ass be gaped. Your creamy white cum oozes out of her and Minji and Hanni greedily eat it all up, even getting their tongues into the completely overstimulated girl and cleaning her butthole.
âShit, this is so lewd,â Dani whimpers and you put a hand around her throat.
âAfter I fuck Hanniâs ass in a rough Doggy, my heel on her face because I know she loves that, you will eat my cum out of her ass too. And donât lie; I know you will like it.â
Danielle grins, licking her lips in excitement. âYou are such a nasty bastard, Daddy.â
(A/N2: here is the very short version, I'll release a longer announcement later this week probably. I have decided to quit for a while, maybe forever but that is still in the stars. I can still write and I kinda like it, but this endless cycle of horniness and unhinged smut is killing me. I also need to focus on life/studies. More on that later this week. Love you all, peace out.)
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His Little Angel
Pairing: ClanLeader!Gojo x Wife!Reader
Summary: Being the big boss of an infamous Jujutsu sorcerer family can be pretty hard, but being the wife of said boss is even harder.
Warnings: Groping, Dacryphilia, Size Difference, Gojo's Powers, Virginity Loss, Slightly Mean Gojo, Pet Names (Angel, Little Love, etc.), Overstim, Cunnilingus, Semi- Public Sex (behind closed doors but people are still around-), Creampie
MINORS/AGELESS ACCS DNI
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The first few months at the Gojo estate were arguably the hardest months of your life.
Everything from the elders to the wedding day, the stares and whispers that came with your new title of Madam Gojo; all of it seemed to be a part of some elaborate scheme designed to drive you insane. It didn't help that your husband was almost never around, busy with meetings and overseeing that the Gojo name remained sacred. His absence only gave way to more rumors, whispers of you being unable to fulfill your roles as a wife, that your marriage was one of convenience and that your affections lay with another man.
Only half of that was true. While your marriage had been arranged, born of the necessity to produce a strong, viable heir, your affections lay with no one other than your estranged husband. Though you didn't know him well, you respected the hell out of him for being able to take on the weight of the world and maintain composure under the constant watch of it. You only wished he'd allow you to take part of that weight away, to slow down enough to let you do your duties as at least a business partner if not his wife. "Madam, you're scowling again.", came a quiet voice from behind you, "You'll get wrinkles.". As your consciousness came back to you, you found that you were indeed scowling. The troubles were beginning to get to you.
A heavy sigh escaped your lips as your features softened, eyes darting up to glance at your handmaid in the mirror. "My apologies, I seem to be more tired than usual.", you mused as you watched her fingers carefully detangle your hair. In all honesty, it was a surprise you hadn't keeled over from exhaustion yet. Ever since you'd said your vows, your hands had been very full and very busy. Though Satoru took care of mostly everything, there was still quite a lot to fulfill on your end as well. If you weren't overseeing food and flower selections, you were playing nice with the elder ladies at the estate. Being cordial was tiresome and quickly becoming stale.
At your words, the hands in your hair stilled and the eyes trained on you in the mirror narrowed. "You aren't falling ill are you, Madam?", came that same small voice, this time laced with suspicion. You quickly shook your head and sat up straighter in your chair. "No, no.", you answered as smoothly as you could, "I just need a bit more rest, that's all!". There was a moment of silence before she nodded and continued to brush your hair.
That was another thing about the residents of the Gojo estate, they all were obsessed with your health. You understood that you needed to be healthy to produce an heir, but being under constant watch and polite restriction was agitating. It drove you to respect your husband even more when you considered the standard of perfection that he held himself to. After a few more minutes of quiet conversation, your handmaid withdrew from your chamber with a bow leaving you in silence.
The longer you stared into your own reflection, the deeper you found yourself slipping into your mind. On the outside, you were the picture of perfection, pristine and pretty with all the makings of a great partner, but on the inside... on the inside you were falling apart at the seams. You thought you had what it took to be the wife of the strongest, you had been raised to possess all the independence, intelligence, and talent your parents could give you. Still, it all seemed to amount to nothing in comparison to the cunning politics at the Gojo estate where every word had a double meaning, and every smile hid something sinister behind it. Though you had only been married for a short time, you honestly were beginning to think you weren't cut out to be a wife to the man people revered and worshipped.
Behind you, the sound of your door sliding open once again drew you back to reality. Your eyes flickered upward expecting to see that your handmaid had returned only to find yourself staring into the cerulean eyes of your husband. He entered into the room with a grace unknown to normal humans, bowing his head as he crossed the threshold with arms tucked into his haori. The door slid shut behind him, his presence commanding all of infinity to draw to him as well as your full attention. You stood with quickness, bowing deeply while fighting to calm the racing of your heart. "Welcome home, Gojo-sama.", you spoke politely into the room that now seemed to be buzzing with electricity.
A deep, sultry chuckle filled the silence of the room, and you swore the candles in the room flickered for a moment afterward. "Rise.", he commanded, and your body followed suit, "There's no need for formalities here.". A sudden heat washed over you at the timber of his voice, stern yet cordial as if the only interactions you'd had with him since your wedding day weren't in passing. As you took in the sight of him, however, any sort of ill feelings you'd been harboring disintegrated into nothingness. Gojo Satoru was a vision of beauty itself. He was tall and broad, standing proudly as his snowy hair fluttered in a nonexistent breeze. His eyes were a sharp blue that pierced into the innermost parts of your being, carefully analyzing all that made you you with every flutter of his wispy lashes. At your silence, his pretty pink lips turned upward into a smirk, the rosy color a stark contrast from his milky white skin.
"I hear that you've been hiding things from me... that you've begun to overexert yourself with the duties of the estate.", he purred with a darkness that made your heart flutter, "My duties.". Your eyes widened at his words, your head shaking in denial as you mentally cursed your handmaid for running her mouth. "I am perfectly well, I assure you.", you replied earning a deep hum, "As for the duties... I was under the impression that I was doing the tasks of a wife, of a partner.".
Gojo traversed the room silently, his footfalls eerily quiet as he invaded your space with an odd gentleness. Now that he was closer, your senses were bombarded with the heavy mint vanilla scent that wafted of him in waves; it made you dizzy. "As a partner, yes.", he began while taking your chin in between his index finger and thumb before leaning in closer, "But as a wife, your only duties are to live comfortably, look pretty, and serve me well.". From the steeliness in his eyes to the gentle tightening of his grip, it was clear that this wasn't a suggestion and most definitely not up for discussion. A glint of mischief flashed in his eyes as if he could read your mind; you wouldn't be surprised if he was able to.
"Do you understand, angel?", he pressed while standing up straight and towering over you to which you nodded. With a shaky exhale, you poured your remaining courage into words and answered him, "Yes. I understand, Gojo-sama.". He hummed again, eyes darting over your figure unabashedly. The heat from earlier returned with fervor as you fidgeted under his gaze; the feeling of being exposed screaming at you to hide yourself from him, but his existence demanded that you stay put, that you submit to him. "There goes that damned title again.", he said with a click of his tongue more to himself than you, "Seems like I'll have to cleanse it from your palate.". Before you could fully process his words, his mouth was on yours.
The kiss started as a slow one, gradually increasing intensity as you let him lead you. The cool of his lips and the mint on his tongue made your spine tingle, a shiver slithering down it as his tongue invaded your mouth drawing a whimper from you. As the kiss deepened, you felt Gojo's hands begin undoing the ribbons of your kimono, the silky fabric sliding of your shoulders to further expose you to him.
More layers began to fall from you until you were bare, shaking under the cool touch of your husbands' hungry hands. For a moment, the air around you spiked with electricity and as the tension died down you realized that you're no longer in your bedroom. The scent and feel of an unfamiliar mattress greeted you as Gojo broke the kiss to begin marking a trail down the column of your neck. It took you a second, but the realization eventually settled in; he'd used his powers. The thought sent a wave of arousal pouring from you.
More slick began to trickle from you as his lips descended lower and lower until he was placing open mouthed kisses over your clothed mound. Your heart skipped a few beats as you watched him remove the soaked white fabric from you and your heart nearly gave out completely as he separated your clenched thighs with ease. A strangled moan escaped him as he took in the sight of your cunt, lips plush and coated. "I suggest you be a good little wife and let me have my way with you.", he hissed, and the sudden rush of air made you tremble, "I'd hate to have to pin you down.".
Gojo didn't hesitate to flatten his tongue against your slit, licking upward until his lips latched onto your clit. A breathy moan fluttered from your chest as he sucked hard, cyan colored eyes locked on you as he started devouring you like a man starved. The unfamiliar sensation of his tongue swirling between your folds made your hips buck, your hands gripping the sheets in a weak attempt to ground yourself. Between your legs, Gojo had descended into madness; the sweetness of your pretty pussy intoxicating him with every swallow he drank down. As he suckled at your pearl, breathy moans met his ears, and he felt you begin to shake and inch up the bed.
He released your folds with a wet pop and nipped at your bud, a warning for you to hold still before pulling you back onto his mouth with dark eyes. You tried to protest but the words were ripped from your throat before you could utter them. Another long lick was dealt to your cunt followed by the prodding of his long fingers at your entrance. As his tongue flicked rapidly across your clit, the tips of his finger pushed past your entrance and began to scissor you open. The pressure that'd been building in your belly grew unbearable, tears prickling at your lash line as a hum from Gojo sent vibrations straight to your core. You opened your mouth to warn him of your impending release just as his fingertips brushed against a spongey spot deep inside your velvety walls. You shuddered, vision going white as your cunt clamped down on his digits; the orgasm rushing over you, pulling loud pleas from your kiss bitten lips.
He let you ride out your high for a few moments before separating himself from your folds. He watched you struggle to regain control of your body with pride, hands busy with undressing himself and freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. By the time the spots had cleared from your eyesight, he's placed your ankles on his broad shoulders and aligned himself with your entrance. You gasped as you watched his fat, pink mushroom tip slip through your lips. "W-wait! Gojo-sama-", you called only to be silenced by a hard stare from him. "Satoru.", he corrected you with a slap of his tip against your puffy clit, "You'll refer to me as Satoru from now on.".
You nodded, eyes still fixed on the massive length preparing to split you open, possibly split you apart. "Satoru, t-there's no way that'll fit inside me.", you tried to reason with him, "I've never... It'll break me.". A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he started to grind against your mound, precum mixing with your slick and covering his member.
"Don't worry, angel. I'll make it fit.", he assured you as he rolled his hips forward to catch on your entrance. Inch by inch, Satoru began sinking into your cunt with shallow thrusts. The sting of being stretched well past your limits caused the tears that'd welled in your lash line to fall from your eyes in streaks. At the sight, Satoru cooed and licked them away between whispered apologies and sweet nothings. He promised you that the pain would go away soon, a lie he partially felt bad for telling you. Afterall, he wasn't even halfway in yet.
When he did finally bottom out, he was fighting against the urge to fuck you into the mattress. Instead, he busied himself with adjusting the both of you, with manhandling you into a deep mating press. In that position, all your senses are once again overwhelmed with him. You could feel the tickle of his snowy locks against your forehead, his scent further addling your already frazzled brain. Your mind only slipped further away when Satoru pulled out completely to slam his hips into yours.
He fucked into you with long, deep strokes, pace slow and torturous. Any pain from earlier was chased away with white hot pleasure, your gummy walls fluttering around him as you fought to keep yourself quiet. You could only imagine what the elders would think of you if they heard you getting ruined, what the maids would whisper about if they heard the sound of Satoru's hefty balls smacking against your ass.
He wasn't having it, though. Swiftly, Satoru took your face into one of his huge hands, squishing your lips into a soft oh. "Ah ah ah, don't you fucking think about it.", he growled as he picked up the pace, "Keep that pretty mouth open for me, little love. I don't give a damn about who hears.". The knot in the pit of your stomach tightened at his words and he didn't miss how you clamped down on his cock. He chuckled at the sensation and took a moment to suck your tongue into his mouth before trickling a large globule of saliva into your own. He pulled back, hips now pistoning into yours as his high drew closer.
Moans and broken pleas bubbled from your chest with every drag and bump of his tip against your cervix, barely registering when Satoru's hand snaked between your bodies to rub quick circles into your already buzzing clit. A desperate scream escaped you at the staticky pops of his cursed energy against the sensitive bundle of nerves. " 'Toru, please!", you sobbed as the knot grew dangerously close to snapping, "I c-can't take it anymore!".
He couldn't hear you, he was too far away, too pussydrunk to comprehend your words or the flicker of the candles around him. A feral growl tore from his chest as he pounded into you harder. You should've already been done for, his reverse technique holding you together as he ravaged you with the selfish intent of pumping you full of cum. He dealt you a few more long thrusts before your chest pressed into his, back arching off the bed. You came with a silent scream, body shaking underneath his as you blacked out for a second and drenched his cock in a fresh wave of slick. As your walls spasmed around his pulsating head, Satoru's balls tightened and emptied into your needy pussy. "Fuck fuck fuck!",he hissed through clenched teeth, "That's my pretty little wife, take my cum.".
It took several moments for either of you to begin coming down, Satoru's hips grinding into yours as he fucked his cum deeper into your still fluttering walls. You shivered as the overstimulation took hold of you. A sudden knock came from the outside of the room, a timid, flustered voice calling for Satoru to meet with the elders; down the hallway you heard the overlapping voices of angry men drawing nearer. You gasped as you felt his teeth scrape against your collarbones. "Don't worry about them, pretty girl.", he warned, and you felt his cock stiffen again.
"They're the least of your worries tonight.".
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sugar, spice, everything on ice (hockey au)
hockey player simon x f!readerâs relationship through the eyes of their fans but like smau - sorta like this!!
simon has never really used his socials properly before. hell, he probably still gets his gossip from the grapevine (being their locker room) or something. of course their goaltender, price, isnât any better, but at least the man is active online. riley? a fucking ghost.
until, of course, his girl starts popping up in peopleâs posts.
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emory @.emowysg
just found out that simon rileyâs WAG doesnât know hockey but she still flies to see him play đđ
Simon Riley ââ @.riley41 to @.emowysg sheâs the sweetest
STREAM TASTE @.bosseysnumber1 to @.riley41 AINT NO WAY YOURE LURKINJ
emory @.emowysg to @.riley41 WHAT IS BRO DOING HERE đ
bry @.strobrymilf to @.emowysg The way you didnât even tag them but he still saw this IJBOL
emory @.emowysg to @.strobrymilf IM SAYING đ
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sandra @.nightwingsgf
oomf was telling me that simon riley the type to overexplain the sport to his gf (tisming, if you will) and i fucked w that hard
icarizz @.brycelims to @.nightwingsgf tisming đ
Simon Riley ââ @.riley41 to @.nightwingsgf haha no i go caveman when i try explaining it to her but sheâs so patient with me anyway
papillon @.breedthatginger to @.riley41 i saw this comment, scrolled away, then audibly went, âPAUSEâ yo king what thenrufk đđđđđđđ
sandra @.nightwingsgf to @.riley41 trying to stay nonchalant about simon fucking riley shirsey #41 forward and alternate captain of specgru just casually being in my replies (girl im failing)
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cigarettes after shrek @.autumnblooms
can simon fight
[itâs a screenshot from simonâs instagram storyâthe phone is being jostled, leaving people looking like pixelated streaks, but the screenshot does a good job at capturing your wide smile as you hold up a puppy in the air]
huggy @.hghsbros to @.autumnblooms she is so so pretty đĽš
ouroboros @.ayacchi to @.autumnblooms heavy on the caption lmao
Simon Riley ââ @.riley41 to @.autumnblooms and win
marie @.mariejayp to @.riley41 what being in love does to a mf
๨ৠ@.persephonessin to @.riley41 shounen ahh reply đ
jonah @.jonathanmllr to @.persephonessin bro said [image of gojoâs infamous ânah. iâd winâ quote/meme]
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đ @.zeekewin
YALL LOOKIT RILEY AND GARRICKS GIRLFRIENDS CHEERING AFTER THAT LAST GOAL
[the first image is a blurry shot of you in the box, your mouth open as you yelled. the background is a mess of specgruâs colours, showing that the rest of the WAGs came in with this seasonâs WAG jackets.
the second image includes kyleâs girlfriend who is holding your hand while the two of you are mid-jump in celebration.]
hime @.peaxhespie to @.zeekewin are we.. seeing the formation of a new polycule
đ @.zeekewin to @.peaxhespie cant even be like âdont ship real ppl!!â bc theyre too cute đĽš
Simon Riley ââ @.riley41 to @.zeekewin is that the clearest picture you have?
đ @.zeekewin to @.riley41 KING?????? also, yeah. sorry :(
char-les @.charlatron to @.riley41 shit itâs not a myth - bro really /does/ pop up like bloody mary đ
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eren truther @.aotsucks
yall are we about to censor his fucking name because hows he always in our replies đ
đ @.ttius_overkill to @.aotsucks no because heâs so in love on g đ âsheâs the sweetestâ sir stand up!!
eren truther @.aotsucks to @.ttius_overkill NOT STANDIP LMAJDHS
momo @.mrdawcy to @.aotsucks not us knowing who you mean right away đ
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louis @.lovingtomlinson
idek who simon riley is or the lore with his girl but that man is smitten as hell. good for him good for him
good luck babe @.stellastic to @.lovingtomlinson one of us one of us one- [screenshot of simon rileyâs âlikesâ on his page, with this post at the current top]
louis @.lovingtomlinson to @.stellastic it hasnât even been five minutes đ
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John Mactavish ââ @.jmactavish_91
Okay but imagine hearing him in person
[video is of drunk simon, nuzzling his face on kyleâs shoulder, murmuring something too faint for the camera to pick up. thereâs a muffled laughter from the person recording, probably johnny from the sounds of it, before they shuffle forward and stick the phone close to simon.
simon blinks at it, looks at the person from behind the screen, and goes, âsâat mâgirl?â
video cuts with johnny and kyle laughing at their friend, fond and teasing at the same time.]
samson @.zachob to @.jmactavish_91 GIVE THAT MAN HIS GIRL đ
susana @.sewswan to @.jmactavish_91 PLEASE WHYâS HE ACTING LIKE THEY ONLY SEE EACH OTHER ONCE EVERY 10 YEARS
baron @.mlawdy to @.jmactavish_91 bro must be winning in life if heâs that in love. lord me when
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Simon Riley ââ @.riley41
Me and my baby
[image is of the two of you in the lake house, enjoying the last days of summer. the puppy is curled on your lap, sleeping, while you angled your head up to smile into the camera. simon has his arm looped around your waist, his head resting atop yours.]
sandra @.nightwingsgf to @.riley41 TEARS WERE SHED
emory @.emowysg to @.riley41 GOOD SOUP
cigarettes after shrek @.autumnblooms to @.riley41 TWO PRETTY BEST FRIENDS
i laughed making this fhjefjefw. idk just thinking about how simon fr the type to show off his partner if he can - and he could so here we are!! i also just love making outsiderâs pov through SMAU <33
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A Look at Ratio and Aventurine... and Ratio/Aventurine
I was morally obligated to use this picture.
Anyway, I got an ask about my understanding of Ratio and Aventurine's relationship both in canon and as a ship that I have been holding on to for a while now because... phew, there's like... a lot to talk about there... But I felt I should at least give it a try, so here is my attempt to comment on the intersection of two of Star Rail's most complicated personalities. Long post is longgggg; you have been warned.
First, Aventurine's canon relationship to Ratio:
In the interest of not hitting tumblr's image limit, let's just throw out some of the information we have in one go:
It's pretty complimentary. (Yet somehow...)
The implication of the infamous "Keeping Up with Star Rail" video is that Ratio understands Aventurine better than anyone else, and Aventurine knows this. At the very least, putting all shipping aside, Ratio is the person who can explain Aventurine's behaviors best. He's the person Aventurine chooses do so. This suggests significantly more knowledge of each other's lives than the game first led us to believe.
Other people (read as: my GOAT Owlbert) perceive respect from Aventurine to Ratio, and although I read them as a bit sarcastic, the 2.1 mission logs not only repeatedly confirm that Aventurine views Ratio as smart and reliable, but that Ratio is reliable "as always," again indicating a longer and closer history of collaboration than we get to actively see in game. The devs were working hard to tell us "Penacony isn't Ratiorine's first rodeo," which is interesting--given Topaz's voiceline recommending the Trailblazer avoid working with Aventurine whenever possible, we're led to believe through 2.0 and 2.1 that not many people will willingly work with Aventurine more than once, let alone many times.
While going through psychological scrutiny from the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come his Harmony-infused self, the "Future" Aventurine suggests that Ratio and Aventurine are quite similar, and that Aventurine puts a surprising amount of trust in Ratio, to be willing to hinge such a dangerous plan on something as untested as Ratio's ability to act. At the very least, Aventurine's own psyche is pondering on Ratio and whether or not their connection has any emotional meaning.
But despite all this evidence suggesting Ratio and Aventurine spend significantly more time with each other than we get to see in game, Aventurine's own thoughts cast strong doubt on whether he and Ratio are actually close.
Aventurine's "About Dr. Ratio" voice line suggests that Aventurine believes Ratio does not particularly like him. He seems to think that Ratio would prefer to stay away from IPC operations where possible, and it's "unfortunate" for Ratio to be stuck with Aventurine as a conversation partner. He's tolerated, rather than enjoyed. His overall impression seems to be that Ratio mostly views them as distant coworkers.
When the "Future" Aventurine suggests Ratio did not betray Aventurine willingly, actual Aventurine immediately pushes back:
(Personally I'm on the fence about whether this was real doubt or just a ploy to continue sussing out Sunday; see my other post about this scene for some more thoughts.)
But if we take this statement to be played straight, it implies that Aventurine doesn't fully believe Ratio will side with him, even (maybe especially) in dire circumstances. If this statement is real doubt, then despite considering Ratio the person who best understands him, despite building an entire life or death gamble around Ratio's loyalty... Aventurine still doesn't think Ratio even likes him.
Aventurine's not stupid or blind, so theoretically he should be able to read the situation better than that. But actually, there's plenty of evidence both in the game and outside it to suggest that Aventurine is not the most accurate judge of his own relationships to others and is a down-right terrible judge of his own worth as a person.
"Future" Aventurine suggests that one of Aventurine's deep inner flaws--the truths that he rejects about himself--is a massive inferiority complex. This is backed up well by the mission text, where Aventurine's thoughts about himself spiral into self-harm, and the scene in the maze, where "Future" Aventurine taunts our Aventurine with the unforgettable fact that his entire life was only worth pennies:
There's also pretty consistent self-deprecation, with both "Future" and real Aventurine noting several times that he's a pathetic mess of a person that other people don't trust or like.
The overall impression 2.0-2.1 left me with is that Aventurine is perfectly capable of respecting and caring for others, but virtually incapable of accepting other people genuinely respecting and caring for him.
Part of this seems to stem from the directly-stated sense that he's a failure whose only worth is in transactional exchanges, using and being used by others (there's so many layers to this--internalized racism even), but I also suspect that much of his inability to accept genuine connection from others is defensive behavior.
Aventurine's true self, Kakavasha, is deeply hidden away, like the ghost of the child that manifests from his Harmony delusion in the Dreamscape. Although Aventurine clings to that person, claiming that he has "never changed," he actively coats over his beliefs, his kindness, and his authenticity with the mask of a "cavalier gambler," with glitz and glamor and showy distractions. No one gets to see Kakavasha. No one gets to know him, because being buried deep in the dirt is the only way to remain untouchable, and fiercely keeping one's distance is the only safe bet. (For both Kakavasha and any fools who would doom themselves by daring to care for him.)
So: Canon is telling us that Ratio is one of, if not the, closest people in the world to Aventurine. But canon is also telling us that that still means absolutely nothing at all, because Aventurine won't let himself be close to anyone living.
Aventurine's senses of self-worth, trust, attachment, and safety have been warped so badly by ongoing and untreated trauma and mental health issues that, at least until the end of 2.1, I just don't think he was capable of even accepting genuine friendship from Ratio, let alone anything more.
(Interesting side note here: Ratio is actually one of the people Aventurine calls "my friend" the least. He only says it directly to Ratio a single time in all of their lines of dialogue across 2.0 and 2.1, and even then, does so only when right outside Sunday's door, while almost certainly being spied upon by the Family. Anyone who knows how often "my friend" is peppered into Aventurine's dialogue otherwise should know that the absence of the phrase is actually pretty telling. It almost feels like canon Aventurine's not even sure he can call Ratio his friend, at least to Ratio's face.)
Which makes Ratio's canon relationship to Aventurine quite sad and ironic:
From start to finish, Ratio canonically esteems Aventurine more highly than almost any other character in the game. I'm not even talking about shipping when I say that there is no character Ratio is closer to in the entire game.
At present, Ratio has only four voice lines about other characters, and of those four, Aventurine's is the only one that isn't someone from the Genius Society. The only one. Ratio's voice lines are also notably, uh, not very complimentary. Herta is "talented but not helpful to others" and "sees no one as her equal" (read as: she's self-absorbed). Screwllum is a "monarch, rather than a genius" (with the vague implications of being a tyrant), and Ruan Mei is overly ambitious and "fooling everyone."
Meanwhile, Aventurine is "our man" (who is "our" Ratio? who?) whose success "can't all be chalked up to luck," implying that part of Aventurine's success must come from skill. Ratio notes that Aventurine questions his own ability... but as far as Ratio's evaluation goes, he seems to doubt that Aventurine will ever experience a downfall. For someone who thinks 99% of the people he meets are mediocre failures scrambling around in the filth of existence, to be recognized as skilled and unlikely to fail is quite obviously glowing praise.
Then, of course, there are numerous moments that echo Aventurine's hints, implying that Ratio spends significantly more time with Aventurine than we see on-screen, that he knows Aventurine extremely well, and, although he tries (vainly) to pretend he isn't, he's clearly quite concerned with what Aventurine thinks of him.
Especially this last one. "No wonder that gambler likes you so much" is pretty intentional on the devs' part, confirming that Ratio and Aventurine are having off-screen conversations we players are not privy to, which obviously would indicate a closer relationship than the in-game cutscenes could cover.
Then, Trailblazer has the option to flat out ask Ratio to "rate" Aventurine. (Star Rail ship bait is not even subtle.)
At first, this line might read as all over the place:
"The bosses say we're partners but I wouldn't say that" -> Read as: Ratio wants people to know how their relationship is classified but doesn't want to admit to being actually invested.
"I see myself as the teacher to everyone I meet" -> Read as: Ratio at least pretends that he doesn't view anyone as his equal; everyone is either above him--geniuses--or below him--students.
"Aventurine is not that bad of a student" -> High praise; even Ratio can't pretend Aventurine's untalented.
"Actually, Aventurine's probably in metaphysical danger" -> Read as: Ratio is aware of the "void" Aventurine is experiencing and his mental struggles.
The ultimate takeaway of Ratio's "rating" actually says more about Ratio than Aventurine. When it comes down to it, Ratio's choice to answer this question for the Trailblazer instead of dismiss it tells us that Ratio has spent time quantifying and trying to define his relationship with Aventurine, is willing to at least discuss that relationship with other people (when we have no evidence he ever discusses any other personal/non-academic matters with anyone), and that Ratio pays attention to Aventurine's mental states.
Canon Ratio is not beating the allegations, I'm afraid.
But actually, I think the biggest tell about Ratio's canon relationship to Aventurine is that Ratio's behavior completely changes the moment Aventurine appears in the game.
In every single one of Ratio's other appearances, two facts are hammered home again and again:
First, Ratio hates interacting with fools and "noisy" people. He wears his plaster bust so that he doesn't even have to see them. Canonically, we're informed by both March 7th and Argenti that Ratio brought and was wearing his headpiece in Penacony. Curiously though...
The players never see it throughout 2.X--probably because 90% of Ratio's scenes are with Aventurine, and Ratio is never shown wearing his bust on screen with Aventurine--even in their very first meeting in the Final Victor lightcone. Aventurine clearly knows of the bust, but despite Ratio verbally going on and on about how Aventurine is the most "flashy" and "devoid of logic" person Ratio knows... the devs deliberately send their message: Ratio has chosen not to cut himself off from Aventurine.
Aventurine can be more "clamorous" than a screaming peacock, but Ratio will still not put up walls against him. This isn't accidental. The devs had every opportunity in the world to go the opposite route and make jokes about Ratio refusing to take the bust off in Aventurine's obnoxious presence; instead they decided that Ratio apparently has a glaring, Aventurine-shaped exception to his "I don't want to perceive you fools or be perceived by you" life rule.
This "willing to tolerate shenanigans only if Aventurine is involved" behavior continues basically throughout all of Penacony's plot. In 2.3 for example, if you turn around and talk to Ratio again on the Radiant Feldspar, he flat out says:
But there's no actual explanation for why he's there in the first place. He mentions he was assigned to watch over "the IPC's ambassadors," which theoretically should apply to Jade and Topaz, yet we never see him interacting with them in any capacity. He's never even shown in the same room as Jade or Topaz, and he's not shown doing any other form of business for the IPC on the Feldspar either. Theoretically, he could have been on the Feldspar to meet regarding the Divergent Universe... except Screwllum wasn't there yet, and Ratio doesn't mention a single word about the Divergent Universe to the Trailblazer.
The only person Ratio talks about in his dialogue on the Feldspar is Aventurine, and the only non-Trailblazer he talks to in 2.3 at all is also Aventurine, replying to him and only him in the group chat.
He looked like he might give it a shot to try to befriend Boothill and Argenti at the end of 2.3... but immediately changes his mind and leaves without saying a word to them.
It's not really a stretch to suggest that the only reasonable excuse for Ratio to attend the party on the Feldspar was if he was there for Aventurine, a behavior that he himself notes is out of character. ("A waste of time" he says, as he stands there anyway.)
But, second and even more importantly: Ratio's single most defining character trait is that he believes people need to pick themselves up. The entire point of his debut appearance in the game was to present his philosophy that if the powerful or privileged intervene to continually "save" the mediocre, ordinary people will never learn for themselves or get the chance to grow. It is in times of desperation, he says, that fools exceed their limits and reach greatness.
This is why, in 1.6, he insisted on Asta and the Trailblazer being the ones to solve the attacks happening on the space station, without relying on Screwllum or the other geniuses. Although Ratio did actively intervene a little (using the phase flame to save the researchers from death), he did so only from behind the scenes, where his actual help would not be noticed by those affected and where it had no impact on their decision-making or their struggles to solve the mystery.
He let Asta and the Trailblazer panic. He let them flounder. He even deliberately misled them at points, claiming that Duke Inferno must have kidnapped the researchers (when it was actually Ratio himself who re-routed them).
Ultimately, Ratio let Asta and the Trailblazer grow from their experiences.
This is also why he lets the Trailblazer go blazing in to fight Ruan Mei's faux emanator of the propagation, despite knowing that Trailblazer was not actually strong enough to win. Ratio watched and was ready to intervene... but in the end he did not, because it was the Trailblazer's fight to lose.
Ratio's most defining character trait is that he believes standing back and observing is the true kindness, rather than inserting oneself and denying people their autonomy or opportunities to grow.
Buttttt... then there's Aventurine, and suddenly the story is completely different.
Suddenly, Ratio isn't an observer but becomes essential to the plan. He's even walking around making big claims about being the manager of the task, flexing all of his C+ acting ability to actively carry out their mutual ploy.
In 2.3, he claims he was just there to watch, and his Penacony sticker asserts he's only "a supporting character"--yet we have never seen Ratio take a more active role in the entire game. Unlike with the Trailblazer in 1.6, he's not primarily watching events unfold from shadowy corners. He's in Penacony as Aventurine's active partner in crime.
And, even more telling--he later jeopardizes their entire mission just to ask if Aventurine needs help.
What? Huh? The character who is famous for the voice line "You look distressed. Is something troubling you? If so, you can figure it out for yourself" is suddenly offering his assistance entirely unprompted?
The guy whose motto might as well be:
Is suddenly out here throwing his own core philosophy out the window to solve Penacony's mystery for Aventurine and save him from himself in Aventurine's hour of greatest need?
A lot of people get hung up on the second half of Ratio's letter, the part about staying alive, which of course is very sweet. But I think the second half causes people to forget that the first part of Ratio's letter is, quite literally, the answer to Penacony's mystery.
Ratio gave Aventurine the answer.
This is like if your professor just gave you and you alone the score key to the final exam and then turned around to insist he "doesn't play favorites."
Of course, Aventurine is brilliant and didn't need Ratio's answer about dormancy, which makes the fact that Ratio went out of the way to give it to him even more odd. Ratio despises unnecessary repetition. If he wasn't dead worried, he would never have given Aventurine an answer that Aventurine had the power to find on his own.
And, as far as canon tells us, Ratio has never done this for anyone else.
The difference is night and day. It's literally the Gordon Ramsay meme, with everyone else in the entire game being the "fucking donkeys" to Aventurine's "Oh dear. Gorgeous."
So: Even if we entirely put aside shipping, if we look strictly at what we're given in canon:
Ratio treats Aventurine with more respect than he treats most other characters in the game.
He involves himself in Aventurine's struggles in a way that he flat out refuses to do for anyone else.
He compromises his own beliefs purely out of concern for Aventurine.
So, at least as far as we've been shown in canon, it is accurate to state that Aventurine is the closest character to Ratio--and unlike Aventurine (king of self-gaslighting), Ratio isn't even good at acting like he doesn't care.
Frankly, the whole thing is a little sad. Ratio's behavior is so blatantly out of character that a smart person like Aventurine should easily be able to determine it is genuine, but Aventurine's personal hang-ups and ongoing trauma make it difficult for him to even see that authenticity, let alone put faith in it. Even in canon, Ratio is mostly unable to help himself when it comes to Aventurine, which is especially unfortunate given how badly skewed Aventurine's perception of himself and others is by the start of Penacony's story.
PHEW! I finally made it through canon content!
Now there's just... everything else... đŤ
Well, to be honest, I don't think I could ever manage to put all my thoughts about this ship into one post. Probably not even fifty posts.
So rather than trying to say everything there is to say about Ratiorine, what I want to focus on is how fantastically these two characters just fit together. Like puzzle pieces that need to be mirror opposites in order to link, these two characters parallel each other while also perfectly filling in each other's voids. It's some of the best character pair writing I've seen in a long time (though I'm still sort of convinced it was at least 50% sheer luck on Hoyo's part), and my perspective on their ship can really be tied to my underlying perception of Ratio and Aventurine's characters as remarkably similar individuals:
It's obvious that Aventurine is not a healthy or well-adjusted adult man, but like... neither is Ratio.
Both of these characters are "not quite right" marginalized people who, at least in my interpretation, have essentially given up on even faking normality and are now just vaguely play acting their way through being functioning members of a universe that is entirely unequipped to accept them for who they are. In a world full of cyborg cowboys and people with wings growing from their heads, the game still manages to somehow convince us that Aventurine and Ratio are odd ones out.
Kakavasha can't even exist in the dystopian capitalist hellscape of the IPC's machinations. "Aventurine" isn't even a real person, just a never-ending performance, a slick, devil-may-care persona without a single ounce of substance.
Ratio, meanwhile, is a world of one, rejected from the only place he thought he could find validation and acceptance but unable to lower himself to fit in anywhere else.
Aventurine is so bad at making genuine connections that he turns everyday conversations into gambles because he doesn't believe people will care enough to keep talking to him without tangible incentive.
Ratio's insistence on treating everyone as students, not as equals, also means he has an excuse to never emotionally engage with anyone he meets. (This is not at all a textbook method of intentional avoidance to prevent any chance of social rejection. Not at all.)
At the end of the day, Aventurine and Ratio both come across as desperately lonely, and so caught up in their own situations that they really don't have the ability to climb out of that hole on their own.
Preventing them from even being able to maintain any form of relationship is also the fact that neither one of them can even find justification. Neither one of them has a reasonable answer to the question "Why am I alive?" anymore, because Aventurine's reason died on Sigonia and Ratio's reason died with an IPC invitation instead of a Genius Society letter. Though their differing perspectives have led them on opposite paths pursuing their own answers to that ultimate question of "Why should I keep living?" (Aventurine was headed toward giving up before the end of Penacony, while Ratio has invented an immeasurable, impossible goal to distract himself from feeling purposeless), both of them are pretty much miserably unfulfilled in their current lives.
They're also both violently allergic to emotional vulnerability and to having any of their flaws or true desires actually be perceived. Both of them put up insanely high walls. Aventurine pushes boundaries with everyone he meets to provoke their hatred in advance, before they can come to disdain him for his "real" flaws. He acts out harmful racist stereotypes to use others' preconceptions for advantage, manipulating every situation he's in--incidentally affirming the stereotypes against his people by doing so.
Ratio puts a physical wall of plaster between himself and others, but the plaster bust actually doesn't have anything on the mental and emotional gymnastics he's engaged in to justify his isolation from the world, doing everything in his power to convince himself that he's isolated by choice, that it's perfectly logical for Veritas Ratio to have nowhere to truly belong, no one to truly belong with. He's so mundane after all. Of course the geniuses don't want him, that's just commonsense. But everyone else is so... different, so foolish, so illogical... It just wouldn't be reasonable of him to try to become one of them either, to be their friend instead of their distant educator. (You know, if you never try to integrate with others, then they can't reject you. Ratio has learned his lesson.)
Somehow, Aventurine and Ratio are two of the most competent and successful people in Star Rail's entire universe and simultaneously also two of the most misfit, reject, dysfunctional messes in the game. Like... Blade has a better support network than Aventurine and Ratio combined. The 7000-pound murderous mech with a disabled, genetically-modified war veteran who never got to live a normal human life hiding inside it is more capable of making friends than Aventurine and Dr. Ratio.
Which is why I love that the devs decided to make their canon backstory: "Some absolute treasures in the IPC and the Intelligentsia Guild had the galaxy-brained idea of pairing Ratio and Aventurine as strategic partners." The game's writing really said: "These two characters are so socially stunted, they have to be assigned a relationship like it's homework."
They may not have it all figured out yet, but the fans see the design: Now that Ratio and Aventurine have each other, they're not alone anymore. I have never seen two characters better fit the "Is anyone going to match my freak?" meme only for the actual answer to be "Yes."
Ratio is "plays chess with himself" levels of loner weird? No problem--Aventurine is "Wanna take bets on who's going to die today?" weirder. Ratio wears a plaster bust to ward off idiots? Aventurine transforms into a monster on command, which is pretty much guaranteed to achieve the same effect.
Ratio wasn't chosen by Nous? That's fine, Aventurine's one job as a "chosen one" was to save his people and now they're all dead. Nobody can keep up with Ratio in conversation? Watch a single comment from Aventurine turn him into a fumbling mess on live television.
Ratio's inability to relate to the experiences and development of any peers his own age have left him extremely isolated and with a permanently scarred sense of self-worth? Wow, I wonder if Aventurine knows exactly what that feels like.
They just... fit.
And, changing focus a little here at the end: While I personally think that recovery from trauma requires internal motivation and self-kindness foremost, I also think that Ratio and Aventurine's relationship should be considered from the perspective of how they help to fill each other's gaps.
Unlike any connection at the Genius Society who will always evoke unpleasant memories of Nous's rejection, Aventurine isn't going to make Ratio feel intellectually inferior. Aventurine has nothing but good things to say about Ratio's intelligence, and it's even apparent that Ratio felt comfortable enough to at least mention his Genius Society woes to Aventurine, something he explicitly does not do with anyone else.
Even when it comes to social interactions, Aventurine isn't going to make Ratio feel inadequate, because honestly? Aventurine's almost as bad at them as Ratio. Aventurine is much better at faking it socially, but when it actually counts? When he's trying to be real with others? A solid 70% of the people who meet Aventurine still end up wanting to strangle him. The guy tried to apologize for threatening to detonate the Trailblazer like a bomb by buying them a model train...
Then there's this:
Aventurine is the only character explicitly called Ratio's equal in game, and more than just treating him respectfully as an equal, Aventurine also exhibits one extreme appeal that no one else in game has ever shown to Ratio: Aventurine makes Ratio feel needed. For Aventurine, Ratio is not a forgettable after-thought as he is to Herta and most of the other geniuses. He's not just "some weird guy who scolds me about school" like he is to the Trailblazer. Ratio's intellect and skill were integral to Aventurine's plan from step one to the very end. Ratio has a place in Aventurine's plots. For a character who directly assesses worth by how beneficial a person can be to others, the fact that Aventurine can make Ratio feel wanted and valued probably produced some of the strongest personal fulfillment Ratio has had in years.
On the opposite side, Ratio's in a unique position. Out of every relevant character in Aventurine's story, Ratio is the only one who has nothing to lose by choosing Kakavasha over "Aventurine." Ratio doesn't profit off Aventurine or take any expensive gifts from him, like the Trailblazer does. He doesn't need Aventurine's luck for anything at all. He'd be able to work for the IPC even if Aventurine wasn't in it. Ratio certainly doesn't want the glitz and glamour of a shallow gambling hustler persona. His work doesn't require Aventurine's continued involvement like Topaz's and Jade's does. He'd probably prefer not to know any Stonehearts at all, thank you for asking.
Outside of deliberate-acting insults about Sigonians for Sunday's sake, we're not told that Ratio has any connections to--and therefore has no preconceived biases against--Sigonians. Being a person who values self-determination and a refusal to live in mediocrity above all else, he would have nothing but esteem for how far Aventurine has managed to come despite the harsh circumstances of his life. Ratio probably wouldn't even think Aventurine's belief in Gaiathra is that strange; one of Ratio's doctorates is actually in theology.
Unlike literally everyone else in the universe who needs "Aventurine," we have every indication that Ratio's respect and admiration will only grow when he finally gets to meet "Kakavasha."
Loneliness, rejection, betrayal, a lack of understanding from others--all of these can leave wounds that only genuine, deep bonds with others can heal.
On death's doorway, in the darkest shadow, when Aventurine had to make the choice between passing on to be with the family that loved him and choosing to return to a reality without them... Ratio's letter was there, telling Aventurine the exact thing he needed to hear to choose life: Someone is waiting for you to come home.
If the resounding rejection of Star Rail's Nihility is belief in humanity's power to make meaning in our own lives through our connections to others, then the ultimate message of Ratio and Aventurine's arc in Penacony is that no one needs to be alone. The world is not as empty as you fear.
And that is a message that Ratio and Aventurine can learn best through each other.
(I just... love them so much...)
#ratiorine#aventio#honkai star rail#aventurine#dr. ratio#golden ratio#ratio/aventurine#there's too many goddamn names for this ship#ship analysis#writing this stuff takes like an hour#but then finding the pictures in the sea of cutscenes#takes like 439575050 years#I'll do it for them#LISTEN#âIf we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being knownâ coded ship for sure#when you and your super hot work husband#want to be real husbands#but you both have so much emotional baggage#the airline is refusing to let you board for your destination wedding#tsk tsk tsk
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Wife? | Leah Williamson x Reader
synopsis: "accidentally" calling Leah "wife"
warnings:Â none
wc: 3.7k words
There is another new tiktok trend.Â
Again, not a viral dance routine.
This one was definitely more nerve-wrecking than the one you did a few weeks ago. With the other tiktok trend, you could pretty much predict how your girlfriend was going to react. However, with this one, it could go either way.Â
The good thing was that the trend itself was still a fairly simple one. All you need to do was to call your boyfriend/girlfriend âhusbandâ or âwifeâ, and film their reaction.Â
From the embarrassingly long time youâve spent scrolling through videos of other couples doing the trend, most of the reactions have been pretty positive. The ones getting pranked either grew shy or reacted excitedly at their new nicknameâ kissing their partner and playing it up with the camera. However, there was a video that you saw where the reaction was exactly what you were afraid of. A viral video of one couple, where the man getting pranked reacted quite cruelly. He immediately shut down the implications of the new nickname, leaving his girlfriend awkwardly staring at the camera in shock.
You just prayed Leah wouldnât react as bad as that.Â
Marriage was something you and Leah had talk about before. In passing. It was always a fleeting part of the conversation, something that never really went beyond the mutual agreement that you both saw yourself getting married one day. Whether that marriage was to each other was never really a topic of conversation. However, you could see yourself being married to her. Early mornings would be a hectic time since you both had had to leave for practice early. Afternoons on the weekdays would probably be spent having brunch by the river with friends, or spending time at home cuddled up on the sofa while a football match is blasting in the tv. Evenings would be spent cooking together, or arguing about who should be the main builder for the latest Ikea furniture that was purchased.
You just hoped she pictured a similar future.Â
*:シďžâ§*:シďžâ§
âHey everyone!â You smile brightly, waving at your phoneâs front camera. A flood of hearts started floating across the screen, comments pouring in. Your phone is propped nicely by the new tripod your girlfriend had recently gotten for you. Leah had grown tired of you using random bits around the house to prop your phone up everywhere you had to do your tiktok lives, grumbling about how you always forget to put things back where they belong so she had to do it for you.Â
In the middle of Leahâs kitchen, you were stood on the other side of the island, checking over the ingredients one more time. The kitchen around was a charming, lived-in space, with mismatched mugs hanging from hooks and spices haphazardly arranged on a shelf. You were dressed in your favourite comfy loungewear set, your hair cascading down your back, and fuzzy slippers on your feet. You loved filming these tiktok videos and fans often left suggestions for your next video. However, what you enjoyed more was having someone with you to film. Usually, you could rope a teammate or two to participate in the latest tiktok dance, but other times, when you begged hard enough, you could sometimes convince Leah to film with you.Â
Leah, oblivious to the prank looming ahead, was standing right beside you. Clad in a worn-out vintage arsenal t-shirt and grey nike track bottoms, she leans casually against the counter, arms clasped behind her back. Her hair is tied away from her face in a loose ponytail, short strands of blonde hair framing her face. After much nagging (and kisses), she agreed to go on live with you again.Â
âIâve gotten quite a few requests to have Leah back for another video.â You gesture to the blonde right beside you. âAnd I know you guys really enjoyed the last cooking live where we attempted to make Leahâs infamous pasta dishââ
âWhich is a Williamson secret recipe mind youâ Leah interjects with a signature finger point at the camera. âYou lot should be grateful I shared it!â
amanda: first time im joining a live!!!! hellooo
maise: pls say JONAS OUT!
woso.fc: I made it and it was actually really good
katiesgirl: leah looks gooddddd. respectfully, y/n MOVE
âYeah well thanks for sharing the recipe, Lee. Who knew a basic bolognese sauce and some pasta would taste so goodâ
âOi! You love my pasta!â, Leah exclaims as she points at you accusingly.Â
You laugh loudly, head thrown back. âTo be fair the pasta that Leah makes is quite goodâÂ
âgood? good. mate you go for secondsââ You place your palm over her mouth to shush her, playfully glaring at her. The delicate skin around corner of her eyes wrinkle in amusement.
âAlright. I'll admit it. Your pasta is delicious.â
Leah pulls your hand away from her mouth, pressing a quick kiss on the back of it, and keeping it held hostage in hers.Â
âOkay. Letâs get started. Today we will be making red velvet cupcakes!â, You turn to the blonde beside you, squeezing the hand that she was holding, practically bouncing on your toes in excitement. Red Velvet cupcakes were one of your favourite treats and Leah knew exactly how much you were craving it lately, hence why she had no complaints when you suggested the recipe.Â
âButâŚâ, Pausing for dramatic effect. You grab the box of ready-to-make mix and show it off to the camera. âWeâll be using cake mix to cut timeâ
The comments flood through- probably laughing at you for cheating the recipe. You were so excited for the cupcakes that you almost forgot that you were supposed to also be doing a prank on your girlfriend. Â
Pulling out a mixing bowl from the cupboard and a couple of measuring cups, you set them on the counter with a clatter. âSo, step one!â Leah read aloud, reading from the back of the box. âPreheat the oven to 350 degrees.â
You turn around to the oven behind you, dramatically turning the dial on the oven, earning a sarcastic round of applause from the chat and a few teasing comments.
âNow,â she continued, tearing open the box, âwe need to pour this into the bowl. I think this is the most technical part.â She dumped the powdery cake mix into the bowl, a small cloud of white dust puffing into the air, making you both cough and laugh. You leaned in closer, your shoulder brushing Leahâs as you worked together, the warm glow of the kitchen light casting a soft shadow over your figures.Â
You moved through the steps, laughter echoing as you watched Leah comically crack the eggs into the ball, exaggerating her movements and making faces at you. You glance at the chat that was a constant stream of comments and emojis. âI feel like weâre on a cooking show, but with way more judgment.â
âYou lot canât judge! weâre professional footballersâ not professional bakers,â she warned playfully waving the spatula in the air. You giggled as you poured in the vegetable oil, watching the amber liquid sink into the cake mix. âSomeone just asked what flavour of cake weâre making,â she read aloud. âItâs red velvet! Her favouriteâ Leah points a finger at you.Â
âI wish more weddings served red velvet. Itâs always vanilla or lemonâ red velvet is superior!â Turning to the camera, you wave the whisk around. âIâd serve red velvet cake at my weddingâÂ
You donât werenât a hundred percent certain, but you swear you heard Leah mutter ânotedâ under her breath, but you pay it no mind. Maybe it was you brain playing tricks on you.Â
The both of you two exchanged amused glances as the sound of the stand mixer continued to fill the room. It was then you noticed the a smudge of white flour on her chin, the pale powder a contrast to her lingering tan from your last holiday. How she even managed to get flour on her chin, you have no idea.Â
âLook at me, loveâ Leah turns her attention from the chat back to you with an eyebrow raised. You gesture for her to turn her cheek to the other side so you can wipe away the dust of flour. Thumbing it away gently, you grin at her and whisper âmessy girlâ only for her ears.Â
Unable to resist, Leah sneaks a quick kiss, planting a peck on your lips. You get a quick whiff of white musk and pear before you felt her lips soft against your own. Between the two of you, Leah was always more affectionate, uncaring for any eyes and attention from others around you. You, however, were shy by nature; however you werenât opposed to how much your girlfriend loved on you so you gladly welcomed her affection.
âThanks, babyâ She whispered back to you, kissing the crown on your head since you were bowing your head, trying to hide your cheeks that you had no doubt were blushing bright red as of that moment. âOkay! Now we have to pour this into the pan and wait!â
As she carefully tipped the bowl over a greased cake tin, the batter flowed smoothly into it, spreading out evenly. âIâm actually enjoying this. Reckon I should quit football?â she said, turning to you with a grin on her face. She taps the bowl to get the last bit of batter out.Â
âLetâs perfect this recipe first, Lee. And stay with the football thing for nowâÂ
lacy: stick to football we need youuuu
paige: no leah no arsenal
stephanie: Leah on Great British Bakeoff when?
awfcsgirl: im craving red velvet cupcakes nowÂ
âNow into the oven it goes!â
You opened the oven door with a mock bow, and she slid the cake pan inside. Closing the door together, you give the camera a triumphant look. âAnd now we wait!â you say, leaning against the counter with a grin.
The live chat was buzzing with messages, some asking about decorating, others just enjoying the playful banter. Leah grabbed her phone to read a few comments. âPeople are really invested in what weâre going to top this with,â he laughed. âIâm thinking frosting. Lots and lots of frosting.â
You both moved to the kitchen table, pulling up chairs to chat with the audience while the cake baked. The timer on the oven ticked softly in the background. The conversation was relaxed and easy, filled with laughter as you both responded to questions from the chat. Every now and then, you would glance over at the oven, impatient, and Leah would joke about how you had the patience of a toddler.
When the timer finally beeped, you both jumped up, racing to the oven. The scent of baked goods filled the kitchen as she carefully opened the door and pulled the tray out, red and perfectly risen. âLook at that! It didnât burnâ she exclaimed, holding it up for the camera.
After letting it cool for a few minutes, you got to work on the frosting, spreading a generous layer of cheese cream cheese frosting over each of the cupcakes. The soft white contrasting beautifully with the deep red.
âThere you have it!â she said, holding the cupcake you were working on for the final reveal. âFrom cake mix to masterpiece, with love and a little help from you guys!â
You turn towards the camera. âAll right, guys. Weâre about to do a taste test. Red velvet cupcakes, made from scratch, and zero fire alarms were set off in the process. A win for us.âÂ
âMoment of truth,â Leah whispered, glancing over at you with a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. You nodded, handing Leah a cupcake, your fingers brushing against each other as you exchanged the treats. You caught her eye and smiled, a playful glint in your gaze. And if Leah was paying attention to you she wouldâve noticed the way you were pressing your lips together and nervously shifting on your feet, a telltale sign that you were up to something. However, your girlfriend was completely oblivious. She was already too focused on the cupcake in her hand, studying it like it was a masterpiece.
âReady?â You asked, holding your cupcake up for the camera. Then, without any ceremony, you each took a bite at the same time. Leah took a generous mouthful of the soft, velvety cake, while you hesitated for a second; debating on whether now was the right time.
You took a smaller bite and instantly the rich, velvety cake melted on your tongue. The sweetness mixed perfectly with the tang of the cream cheese frosting. You closed her eyes, letting out a quiet hum of approval, savouring the flavour of your favourite sweet treat. When you opened your eyes again, you found Leah already watching you, her lips dusted with frosting. She grinned at you in approval, and prepared to take another big bite of the cupcake. As you watched her chew thoughtfully, you took your chance.
âYou look like youâre enjoying it. Letâs let my wife give her review firstâ You said, your voice surprisingly dripping with casual nonchalance, as if you hadnât just thrown a verbal grenade into the middle of your taste test. Instead, the endearment came out quite naturally from your lips.
Leah froze mid-chew. Her eyes wide, she slowly turned towards you, cupcake still in hand, as the word wife echoed in her mind.
âWife?â She managed to say through her mouthful of cake, trying to play it cool but failing miserably. In the warm glow of the lights, you can see the slight flush of her cheeks, though she tried to cover it by taking another bite; her eyes narrowed at you, who was now struggling to contain your laughter.
The TikTok chat went wild.
awfc_fc: WIFE???
sav: Did she just say WIFE??
liv: DID I MISS A CHAPTER WHAT
zachary: WIFE??? HELLO?!
Unable to hold it in anymore, you burst into laughter, the kind that made you double over and clutch at your stomach. âWhat? It was an accident,â you say, though the mischievous twinkle in your eyes said otherwise.
Leah swallowed her bite, narrowing her eyes at you, though you can see a smile tugging at her lips. âAn accident? Really?â
Wiping a tear from the corner of your eye, you straightened up, still grinning. âYeah, it slipped out. Didnât mean to call you my wife, love.â You sneak a quick wink at the camera.Â
The blonde shook her head, trying to stay serious, but the grin she was holding back finally broke through. âYouâre lucky this cupcake is so good, or else Iâd throw this at you right now.â
âOh, câmon, you love it,â You teased, taking a victorious bite of your own cupcake. Now that the prank was over, you can freely enjoy the sweet treat. âAnd, technically, Iâm not wrong. I mean, future wife, right?â
Leah felt her heart skip at that as she continued to gaze at you. She watched you enjoy your cupcake, humming after every bite. Your earlier words still hung in the air, lingering and nagging.
In the midst of you enjoying your treat, you noticed a small shift in her expression. Your teasing demeanour melted a little, ever so slightly. You tilted your head at her, trying to read the expression on her face. âI mean⌠eventually, right?â You asked, quieter this time, like you hadnât meant for those words to slip out either.
Leahâs heart fluttered again at the way your voice caught slightly against the back of your throat when you spoke. Like there was a blanket of uncertainty and doubt over your words, which was a rarity for someone as self-assured as you.
She cleared her throat, feeling it tighten and clog as a result of the palpable tension in the air. This raw, vulnerable moment awarded a fleeting pause in the midst of a long day filled with football practice, article deadlines, red velvet cupcakes, and now sudden talks of the future-- it was overwhelming.
As you both sat in brief silence, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Every heartbeat seemed louder than the last.
Always the fixer, Leah broke the silence first. She cleared her throat again, rolling her eyes playfully at you, trying to steer the mood back to light. She shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe. Are you rushing me? Otherwise I wouldn't put up with your pranks and accidents." The last bit was accompanied by finger air quotes.
She felt you were rushing her?
You looked down at your half eaten cupcake, absentmindedly tracing the edge of the wrapper. The prank was meant to be fun, but as the words "future wife" slipped from your lips earlier, you noticed the way leah's smile faltered, just for a second. Barely noticeable, but it was like a neon sign in your mind, glaring and buzzing, leaving your stomach knotted.
Had you unintentionally placed a burden on her?
You forced a smile, hoping it masked the uncertainty bubbling inside. It wasnât like you meant to bring up marriage all the timeâwell, maybe you did. Looking back, it was always you initiating the conversation on marriage or your future together. But it was hard not to. After three years together, you could already picture every detail: the dress, the flowers, the vows. It was all so clear in your head, yet now it felt like you was rushing towards something Leah hadnât even fully considered.
The uncertainty now gnawed at you. Part of you wanted to blurt out, âAre we okay? Do you really feel that I'm rushing you?â But the fear of hearing something you weren't ready for kept you quiet. Instead, you leaned back in your chair, feigning relaxation, while your thoughts swirled like a storm you couldnât control.
"I really got you there, didn't i?" You tried to lighten the mood with another joke. âWho wouldâve thought I could leave Thee Leah Williamson speechless by calling her my wifeâ
Shit.
Silence.Â
Silence.
Silence.
There you go again, carelessly throwing the word away without making sure she was comfortable. You wanted to smack your head against the table, mentally cursing yourself. Maybe she really wasn't comfortable with the implications of that word yet. Maybe it was too soon.
Thinking you had made the moment awkward again, you try to backtrack. âI-I didn't mean--I'm not rushing you. At all. I was kidding--â
âBabyâÂ
You ignore her at first, turning to the camera to cover up your embarrassment. You desperately try to settle the way your heart was practically beating out of your chest. Maybe this prank wasnât such a good idea in the first place.
âBabyâ
You finally look at her. You lips were pressed tightly in a line, ready to end the live if she said the word.
âI got it.â
You tilt your head, furrowing your eyebrows, very confused by what she meant. âWhaââ
âI heard you the first timeâ You really couldn't read the expression on her face right at that moment. However, the corners of her lips were tipped up slightly, which is a good sign.Â
You did not expect to hear the next thing that came out of her mouth.Â
âIâve already got the ring. I plan on marrying you. Just give me a minute to plan something, yeah?â
Your breath hitched, heart thudding in your chest as your eyes widened. You stared at the blonde, completely caught off guard, as if the rest of the world went still for a moment. Her expression was soft, teasing still, but there was something undeniably real in her eyes.
You opened her mouth to say somethingâanythingâbut words seemed to escape you. This time, it was you who was rendered speechless. You had known that a proposal might come sometime soon. In fact, you had been having thoughts about proposing to her yourself, but getting confirmation that she was thinking about it too has caught you completely off guard. But it was just like Leah to throw you completely off guard when she proposes. This was probably the most Leah-proposal ever.Â
meademaa: CHAT IS THIS REAL
mac: I HEARD HER SAY RING DID SHE SAY RING
lacely: NO FCUKING WAY
goonerrr: PAUSE DID SHE JUST
âI know you lot arenât acting surprised!â Leah turns her head towards the camera with a little laugh, completely oblivious to the fact that you still hadnât spoken a word for over a minute or soâ which was a new record for a yapper like you.Â
You were usually quick-witted and composed, but in this moment, you felt utterly stunned, as if time had slowed to a crawl. Finally, you snapped out of it and turned towards the camera. There might be tears already welling in your eyes and your voice mightâve come out a bit shaky but no one could blame you.Â
âR-right then. Weâre ending the live here. Thanks for watching, everyone!â You round the kitchen counter hastily, practically speed-walking to turn off the recording button. You give the camera one more watery smile and wave, eyeing the flood of comments who are already giving âcongratulationsâ messages.Â
alessiasextensions: DID WE JUST WITNESS A PROPOSAL
lessifc: CONGRATS MOTHESR
amber: wheres my invite to the wedding????
jordy: might cry or somethingÂ
You turn around to face your girlfriendâ soon fiancĂŠ perhaps. You couldn't help but admire the way her eyes sparkled, the blues reflecting the gentle glow of the setting sun. Every feature of her face was etched into your memory â the curve of her smile and the crinkle at the corners of her eyes when she laughed.
Leah was in the midst of bringing another cupcake to her lips, and sheâs got the widest grin on her face. She also looked lighter, more relaxed somehow, like she'd been finally free of a heavy load that's been weighing her down.
And in that moment, as your eyes meet hers, you knew with absolute certainty that you would wait for however long it took for her to ask you the question. You knew the moment you met her she would be someone special to you, so you could afford to wait a little longer. Besides, you already knew your answer. It would be the easiest âyesâ in your life.Â
Sitting back in your seat beside her, you narrow your eyes slightly, pointing a finger at her.
âI want you down on one knee when you propose for real, you cheeky fuckerâÂ
this has been in my drafts for a whiiiiile. i wrote and rewrote this one so many times until i was satisfied with how it played out.
dedicating this fic to the anon who gave me the idea back in march and everyone else who was waiting so patiently for it to escape the WIP jail lol.
hope it was worth the long wait <3333
comments and reactions appreciated!
ăťâĽăť- kisses, butter
*This work is my original creation. Please donât copy, share, or translate it without asking for my permission first. Thanks for respecting that!
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Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood (Neglected reader)
DC x Pjo
Part 2
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"why can't my parent just claim me? My human parent doesn't like me, and now you're telling me there's a chance my godly parent might not even care about me at all?" You huff kicking a rock while walking to the dining pavilion
Annabeth's eyes fill with sympathy "You never know, maybe they're just busy"
"busy my ass... I've heard that excuse so many times before" you sit down at the Hermes table, where all the unwanted children sit
"So (Name), are you going to be a year round student or just for the summer, because we're gonna need Mr.D to sign you in" Travis Stoll one of the head counselors says to you
You think about it for a while, you saw how other children treated each other like family, how there was a director who loves the children as his own, you could find your place here, it doesn't matter if you have parents, you could find your family, just as everyone else in this camp did
"I-" then you stop, you mind going back to the Manor, how you left the hallways burning, and now you're missing, are they worried? Do they want to find you? What if they think you set the house on fire? Would you even have a home to return to?
It's not like you were as loved as Jason who could just die and come back
This set your decision, you are never going back to that cold mansion, you are never going to sleep in a silent room, here, you could build a life for yourself
"I'd like to stay year round" you say
"well that settles it, I'll explain the rules to you later 'kay?" He says
The infamous Mr.D seemingly groaned, you're pretty sure you heard him mumbling "another fucking kid"
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Two days have passed, you feel like the happiest kid on earth
Annabeth is doing this thing where she's trying to help you find your godly parent, you couldn't care less(or could you?), but listen-
Yesterday you just shot 25 consecutive bullseyes and you've never felt so amazing, everyone was clapping their hands and we're praising you, and everyone was saying you were a natural at farming, sword fighting was one you enjoyed, you know a thing or two about combat so you gained respect from the other campers
But even after all those achievements, no one came to claim you
Now you're trying blacksmithing, you loved all the things you did but... The weapons were kinda ugly, every sword in the weaponry looked the same, only special kids get customized swords, so you were kinda hoping to make your own custom weapons and stuff, I mean no parent is gonna give it to you
"Hello!" You smile at the busy forgers, they acknowledge and some nod and some smile back
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Tim looks at CCTV cameras, his eyes wide and in disbelief
A random woman, who somehow broke into the Manor, with a flamethrower, burned a hallway down
He saw this kid, well his little sibling, but I don't think it's appropriate to call you that, you ran crying for help- well you weren't crying for help exactly but you were screaming, you were seen running for your life away from this madwoman
whom he'll safely assume is one of his father's ex lovers or some villain that decided to get back at him
The problem was you.
No sign of you at all
Batman had everyone patrolling, Bruce Wayne reported you missing, a prize reward given to the one who'll find you dead or alive (alive hopefully)
There was this image he couldn't get out of his mind
In the middle of trying to salvage what could be saved in that fire... He spotted a family picture, a picture where everyone was still visible- and only your face had been burned off
He tried to help with the search, thinking about where you could go, what you could do, but he couldn't
He didn't know how you acted or how you'd decide
He knew nothing about you, and so did the others, it was like you were already dead before it was even confirmed
Damian walked in the room "you're still here? Dad already got the JL to help with search, quit trying to show them up"
"I just don't get it, she ran to the garden, but she wasn't there- could there be other villains waiting in the garden and took her? I don't know-"
The demon spawn scoffed "Anyways dad wants you to send the CCTV footage to JL, they said they'll analyze it or something"
Tim was doubtful, it's not like anyone there could spot what he couldn't, he was very observant (of everyone but (name) apparently)
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Sorry it took a long time for me to update đ, it was pt week and I had a lot of projects
But I wonder who could possibly be (name)'s godly parent?and who could spot what Tim couldn't?
@bat1212 @jisnothere @erikasurfer @nathaly36
#dc universe#dcu#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#percy pjo#yandere batfam#yandere platonic#yandere#dc comics#percy series#warmyanderepjoxdc
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Staring Contest, GO!
⥠Genre: Fluff ⥠Pairing: Bakugou x Reader
"Staring contest, GO!"
Bakugou glowered at you like the apex predator he assuredly wasn't. You peered up at him meekly, doe-eyed and innocent. Neither of you were willing to back down, to do so meant forfeiting your dignity as a human being.
"Stop giving me those puppy-dog eyes!" Bakugou yelled.
"This is just how I look..."
"STOP LOOKING SADDER YOU'RE MAKING IT WORSE!"
Bakugou grit his teeth. He couldn't stare into those puppy-dog eyes forever. Eventually, he'd feel so guilty he'd have to throw himself off of five decently sized cliffs. You just had that effect on him sometimes.
The rest of the class spectated from around the classroom, with some students piling themselves on a limited amount of desks just to watch the most infamous duo duke it out, staring contest style. Only Iida protested against this development, with yelling drowned out by everyone else's lack of giving a fuck.
Bakugou couldn't continue staring at you forever, because eventually something you said or did would make him blush in front of the entire class and he needed to keep his feelings for you a secret. It was his worst kept secret, because everybody already knew, but he tried all the same.
So he had to do something before your curious hand reached out and touched his fluffy hair.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, catching your wrist like his hand was a handcuff.
"I got bored, so I wanted to play with your hair again!"
You looked at him oh so innocently from across the desk. Your classmates snickered.
"Again?" Kirishima asked, while sitting on top of a nearby desk. "So you've done this before?"
"Does it hurt to touch because of the spikes?" Sero asked, sitting in the seat of that same desk.
"It's surprisingly soft and nice and--"
"Don't tell them everything!" Bakugou snapped, his voice a growl as his hand still glued itself to your wrist. "That's none of their business."
"Sorry..." you said, smiling. "Can you stop clenching my wrist now? You're gonna make me flinch!"
You dropped your wrist onto the desk like a dead fish. You picked it back up and nursed it close to your chest. He didn't hurt you (he would never hurt you) but you liked to play up the vulnerable sweetie pie act sometimes.
"Sorry," he said.
"He said sorry for once!" Denki cried. "You hear that, class?"
"Shut. Up."
"Does it actually hurt?" Asui asked, standing beside your chair.
"Only a whole lot," you said, with a sniffle. "Gosh, you really--"
"Hey!" Bakugou pointed at you. "You fucking blinked!"
"What?"
"You blinked when you sniffled," Asui said.
"Oh darn!"
"HA HA!" Bakugou stood from his seat, pumping his fists. "Ya see that? Ya fucking see that?! That's what ya get for teasing me all the damn time!"
The rest of the class did not join in on his gloating, for they were too often on the receiving end of his arrogance and insults. Some students passed around money, having bet on your results. Others just sighed.
Bakugou still kept challenging you to extra staring contests afterwards just for an excuse to continue looking at you. He often commented on every part of your appearance and checked to see if you noticed his in turn. You would giggle and get embarrassed, causing you to blink. Then you would restart the staring contest all over again and Bakugou would continue riling you up just to see your sweet smile one more time. He could never get enough of you. The staring contests were all a convenient excuse to hang out with you more, so long as you allowed it.
And even after the contests, Bakugou really couldn't stop staring at your pretty face.
(At some point you probably need to take a picture together so he'd have something else to look at for once gosh darn it...)
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Donât Delete The Kisses
dean winchester x fem!reader
1.2k | fluff
summary: dean couldnât bare to leave you when him and sam went on hunts. but the thought of kissing you when he got back home kept him going.
the memory of deanâs kisses were all you had when he would leave for long hunts.
every time, you would wait by the bunker door as sam loaded up the impala, holding onto dean as he assured you that him and his brother were going to be okay.
you had faith in them, they had been doing this for a long time after all. but with all the times theyâve died, been brought back to life, and even sent to hell, you were bound to worry a little.
before heâd get in the impala, dean would always press a lingering kiss to your cheek, telling you that he would kiss your lips when he got home. you didnât understand why at first, but dean finally admitted that if he were to kiss your lips before a hunt, heâd never want to leave.
the eldest winchester always was a protecter. being accustomed at such a young age when watching sam. so even though he knew you were more than capable to handle yourself, the feeling of leaving you alone in a massive underground bunker where he was too far to keep you safe always had him worried.
you never wanted to be on the battlefield, always wanting to stay at home with bobby, read lore books, and give tips and advice to other hunters when needed.
but bobby had passed away, leaving you in the hands of the infamous winchester brothers.
not wanting to leave the only home you knew at first, you were adamant on not leaving with sam and dean and living a life on the road. but after the bunker came into the picture, and dean crawled his way into your heart, the past two years had gone by in a blur.
sitting and waiting for the boys to call was all you did at first, but after realizing some alone time would benefit you, the copious amounts of books moving into the bunker became something sam and dean got used to.
before the phone would ring with sam and dean on the other line, youâd be found in your room, book in hand as you absorbed new worlds and forms of literature. when that got too much for you, youâd find yourself sat in front of a tv, a new show playing every other week as you went through them pretty quickly to samâs concern.
but you would still have that nagging feeling of deanâs absence. it settled deep into your bones, having you miss him so dearly it almost hurt sometimes.
he was the first boy you ever truly loved, and youâd be damned if he was torn away from you.
so you waited. waited for the fateful moment when the roar of the impala could be heard. when dean would come down the stairs and instantly go and try to find you. for when he did, dean would not waste a second in crushing his lips to yours; finally getting the feeling of you close to him again.
today was no different. sam and dean had been on a case in missouri for the past week tracking a vampires nest, and you couldnât wait until they came home.
castiel had stopped by a couple days ago, but he had to leave quickly when the angels in heaven needed his assistance. you were left alone, reading the lore books that you hadnât picked up in the bunker while playing online sudoku with charlie.
you had ventured into the kitchen only a half hour ago, grabbing a small snack before finding comfort in your bed. a new book was opened on your lap while an episode of your favourite tv show quietly played in the background.
the calming atmosphere you had created was quickly broken as the door to the bunker opened, the sound of boots clambering down the stairs as sam and deanâs voices flooded through the air.
you smiled to yourself, sitting up in bed and patiently waiting for dean to find his way to your room. when the door creaked open, you couldnât help a wider grin breaking out onto your face as deanâs tall frame stood in your doorway.
he didnât waste a second. coming to you in two long strides as he pushed you back onto the bed and smashed his lips onto yours. his hands found a home on your face as yours quickly went to his hair, threading your fingers through the strands as his moved from your cheeks down to your shoulders.
breathing in heavily as you pulled away, dean moved off of you so he could lean against the head rest of your bed. moving to pull you forward until you were attached to his side.
deanâs lips instantly went to your forehead, placing a delicate kiss before resting his head on yours. âgod baby, i missed you so fucking much.â he all but breathed out, allowing you to curl deeper into his side.
placing a kiss on the inside of his arm, which was wrapped around your shoulder, you lifted your head so you could properly look into his eyes. âi missed you too. far too much than i shouldâve actually.â
all dean did was laugh, shaking his head as he moved his chin to rest on top of your head. âthought sam was going to punch me for how much i was talking about you.â all you could do was lean up to place a quick kiss on his lips, slightly leaning back so your faces were close. âthat makes us even then.â
for the next couple of hours, you and dean just calmly rested in your bed, quietly talking to each other about the case and what you had been doing for the past week.
the two of you couldâve stayed there forever if it wasnât for sam peaking his head in and asking what you two wanted for dinner. when you all agreed on something, sam offered to go pick it up, promptly leaving as you moved to get off of deanâs chest.
âthinking of making some cookies for dessert, wanna join me?â you sat on the edge of the bed, dean reaching over to wrap his arm around your waist. only moving to rest his chin on your shoulder after your proposal of a sweet treat. âiâd be stupid to say no. cmon sweetheart, sam will be back soon.â
thatâs how you spent the rest of your evening. baking with dean as you waited for sam to come back with dinner. ending the night as you and dean watched a movie to help you fall asleep.
dean looked down at your sleeping frame, stroking his fingertips up and down your arm as he wondered how he got so lucky.
he had a place to stay, his brother helping him fight the supernatural, and his girl by his side. what more could dean possibly want in life?
dean sometimes found himself thinking back to all those years ago, when he broke into samâs apartment at stanford to bring him back into the hunting life. he was a 26 year old who spent his time with meaningless one night stands, leaving them in the morning and spending his energy on finding his dad. back then, dean didnât think his life would get this good.
brushing your hair back from your face, dean realized he wanted to cherish each moment he got to kiss your lips. he wanted to remember what it was like to kiss your forehead, or even the small section of your palm. for forgetting what it was like to feel your love seeping into his pores through your delicate kisses would possibly be the worst thing to ever happen to dean winchester
#supernatural#imagine#dean winchester#dean winchester imagine#dean winchester x reader#dean x reader#supernatural x reader
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My Pretty Girl - T.N.
Starry Eyes
Pairing: Ravenclaw and sort of ditzy but talented Reader x Slytherin notorious playboy Theodore Nott
Warnings: None (yet ;))
âStarry eyes
What can I do for your attention.â
Summary: Theodoreâs late to class but Snape blessed him with the opportunity of sitting next to a cute Ravenclaw whoâs no help at all.
1 >
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Clockwise or counterclockwise?Â
You honestly didnât even know anymore. No matter how many hours you spent on reading the thick potions textbook or wasting bottles after bottles of ink on notes you still barely passed the class.Â
You were starting to get a headache from trying to picture the text in your head. Everything was starting to become foggy. You sat down, defeated, and began doodling on the parchment instead of writing detailed instructions on how to make the stupid potion. So much for a Ravenclaw.Â
Hmm off shoulder or puffed sleeves?
 You bit your lip trying to decide which option would look better on the dress you sketched out. The classroom was calming with little chattering among your classmates in the back allowing you to work easier. You could never work or do anything in silence, it drove you crazy.Â
Suddenly the door slammed open causing you to jump a bit in your seat.Â
âNice of you to join us Mr. Nott, although your presence was expected half an hour ago,â Snape drawled out in his infamous monotone voice.Â
âSorry I overslept,â he shrugged while adjusting his tie. Some students who were listening in laughed. With his messed up tie and âburn marksâ on his neck, it was clear that he was definitely doing more than just sleeping.Â
Snape nodded and pointed at the empty seat next to you, not surprising anyone that he didnât take away any house points from his house.Â
Theodore eyed you as he walked towards your table. He wouldâve preferred sitting with his house, but he could never pass up the chance to sit next to a pretty girl. White blouse with a lace neckline and sleeves, black plaid skirt, Ravenclaw tie, black sleek hair, and a white headband. You didnât fit into the usual type of girls he went for, but you were cute.Â
Theodore took the seat next to you before tapping on your shoulder.Â
You turned to him and almost jumped when you found his eyes on you. Gorgeous blueish grayish eyes.Â
So pretty, this might be my new favorite color.Â
âSo uh,â Theo cleared his throat ignoring the fact that he swore he just saw your eyes sparkle, âwhat are we doing?âÂ
You blinked. Under the pressure of a somewhat attractive boy it made your memory much worse.Â
âUmm, weâre brewing a potion and writing?âÂ
You had hoped that didnât come out as a question and hoped that heâd just nod and ask someone else.Â
Theodore raised an eyebrow and glanced at your blue tie again.Â
âWhich potion exactly?â He asked, narrowing his eyes at you as if you were lying to him.Â
âAntidote to potions. Wait, no poisons. The common one. Wait, maybe the uncommon ones. Well I donât think thereâs a big difference. I mean, shouldnât the uncommon ones be stronger and still fix the common ones?â You rambled on, looking off to the side lost in your own thoughts.Â
Theodore blinked. The sorting hat rarely makes errors, maybe you were high but then again Lovegoodâs also a Ravenclaw. The looney population in Ravenclaw must be high.Â
âWhy canât they just make a super strong potion that fixes every poison? Thatâd make our jobs easier and we wouldnât have to memorize so many potions,â you giggled as you turned back to your sketches.Â
Theodore looked over your shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of your paper but instead your sketches caught his eye. You may be no help in potions, but you sure can draw.Â
âAre you going to make that?â He asked while you squirmed at the close proximity of his face to yours.Â
âYes,â you mumbled shyly, scared of the criticism that might follow. You loved designing and fashion. It was one of the only things that came naturally to you, but coming from a family of doctors you were vulnerable to criticism for not following in their path.Â
âCute,â he said before his eyes found your potions paper.Â
Common poisons. Theodore noticed that you only had half the page completed and chuckled.Â
He got up towards the ingredients cabinet and grabbed his ingredients and the ones you were missing.Â
Potions came easy to him. Not only did the teacher bias his house, but his mother was a skilled potions maker as well. Matter of fact her entire side of the family were. He had spent most of his summers in his manor reading journals of potion experiments and advanced information that werenât even in his school textbooks.Â
He quickly prepared his ingredients and started on his potion while continuing yours on the side. Luckily you were both in the back and Snape couldnât catch him. He wrote down his notes and instructions making a mental note to tell you to copy them down later. Youâd need it.Â
Maybe he was also placed in the wrong house. Today, Hufflepuff seemed more fitting. You were lucky that youâre cute.Â
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Little Update
Summary: Lando gives his fans a little update about live
Words: 785
Warnings: None just pure fluff
A/N
It's my first time writing for Lando I hope you like it <3
Three weeks ago, you and Lando welcomed a little baby boy to the world. The both of you were pretty open about the pregnancy, posting pictures and stories all the time.
The fans loved watching your baby bump grow. And the interactions between Lando and the baby you two shared over your socials.
But since the baby was born, you two went MIA for a while and haven't posted a thing. Everybody started to speculate that the baby was born, but nobody had seen the baby yet.
You and Lando needed some time for yourselves to adjust to the new situation, but after some time, you slowly got into a routine.
Now, the two of you wanted to let the world know about your little bundle of joy. Lando wanted to do something special, that would resemble you and him.
Something that made you and Lando who you are, are your infamous streams. So Lando wanted to stream with your baby and introduce him to the world. You were a bit sceptical at first, not wanting to parade around with your baby in public so much.
But Lando assured you that everything would be alright and that he would be extra careful if it would get too much for little baby Henry.
So now Lando was sitting in his gaming chair with his son sound asleep next to him in his crib.
You wanted to stay with them and watch, but you had a hard time staying awake and chose to take a nap, still recovering from labour.
Lando took a deep breath and started the stream but had the camera still turned off. In the next few minutes, thousands of people joined his stream.
Seeing the numbers rise made Lando's heart beat faster, and he started overthinking his idea again. Nevertheless, he turned on his microphone and greeted his viewers.
"Hey, guys! ⌠Guys, calm down. I know the camera's turned off. Be patient."
His heart melted as he read the messages his fans sent him, asking how he was doing and if you were doing okay. After laughing at a few messages, his heart rate slowed down and he started to feel more relaxed.
"So guys, I know me and Y/N haven't been online for some time. In our defence, we had a good reason."
Taking a deep breath to collect himself, he took the sleeping baby into his arms and turned on the camera.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to Henry Norris."
He grabbed Henry's little hand with his finger and waved at the camera. The chat went completely feral at that, congratulating the two of them on your little family.
Henry slowly woke up after he felt his dad's presence. Looking up at Lando with his big blue eyes, which he got from you, he cuddled himself deeper into Lando's arms.
Realising that his son had woken up, he cooed at him and kissed his little forehead to settle him again.
"Chat, look at him, he's so cute. Baby, you wanna say hello?"
Hearing Lando use his baby voice and cuddle with his son made the chat go crazy. Messages of love and adoration flooded the chat.
"How is Y/N doing?" Lando read out loud.
"Y/N's doing quite good. She is currently sleeping. I try to help her as much as I can. She needs to recover fast because I'm kind of lost without her."
Chuckling at the end of his sentence, he read a few more questions until he heard the door to his office open and close.
"Aww, chat, look who decided to join us!"
You waved at the camera as you took your place behind Lando, kissing his messy curls.
"The chat kept asking for you," Lando mumbled into your neck as he nuzzled himself into you.
"Aww, really? Hi chat!"
You greet the chat and cuddle yourself next to Lando. The two of you kept answering questions until you felt Henry squirm in Lando's arms.
"Chat, we're going to end the stream now. Little muppet's gonna have his dinner now."
Taking Henry from Lando's arms, you head out, getting ready to feed him. Lando comes right after you, talking to the chat for a bit.
The sight that greets him in the living room, is a sight he could never get sick of.
The love of his life, with his son in her arms, feeding him in their own little home.
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Movie Night
Pairing: King Loki x Fem Wife Reader
Summary: Loki and you spend time in your apartment in New York. You want to watch a move but Loki has other ideas.
Warnings: minors donât interact, explicit sexual content, oral(fem receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, just shameless smut pals.
It was a well known fact that your husband wasnât fond of Earth and its occupants. But since you were from Earth, Loki had no choice but to take you there whenever you desired.
Yes, Loki was your husband. Striking and shocking as it was, the infamous yet powerful Norse God was yours.
At first you were so afraid of him. The two of you had met during his chaotic time in New York, amidst aliens and destruction. Your meeting was wild and crazy, and Loki saw you as his enemy. You worked for Stark Industries and tried to stop Loki from destroying the world with the Avengers. Your attempt was pretty pathetic but you had to give it a shot. You couldn't just let someone trash your home without at least trying to intervene.
In the chaos of battle, you got hit by a bullet in the shoulder. Loki could have easily left you, but he didnât. He took you to Asgard and treated your injuries with their advanced magic and healing concoctions. In a matter of days you were completely healed. All thanks to him. Heâd saved you, and thatâs when you started seeing parts of him that no one else could.
Loki was a never-ending puzzle, with so many tiny pieces that it seemed impossible to ever see the whole picture. But if there was one thing you had learned about him was his deep craving for affection and care. Beneath the stoic, cold exterior of this God, hid a child seeking love.
You and Loki dated for a year before he insisted on getting married. He was pretty adamant about it, especially after clearing his name and claiming his rightful spot on the throne of Asgard. As the first son, it was his duty, and Thor was more than happy to be the captain of the Asgardian soldiers and play peacemaker with Earth.
So now, you were Queen too. You had responsibilities and daily tasks that sometimes gave you headaches. You were never lonely and Loki always took care of you. But your husband was King, born and bred for the role, when you were just a human who had only ever imagined living in a tiny New York apartment, not glittering kingdoms and palaces.
When you asked Loki for a vacation back home, he agreed. He took you to New York, where you stayed in your old apartment. Loki had bought and completely renovated it. Now, it was an adorable small place with comfy and elegant furniture, a perfect escape from your royal duties.
That night, you chose to stay in and watch a movie while munching on snacks until you were full.
No duties, no attendants or royal meetings.
Just you and your husband.
You had already stocked up on all kinds of chips, chocolate and candy. Loki had just emerged from the shower, wearing a half-open green robe that showed off his muscular chest, still flushed from the heat. He looked even taller and more imposing in your small apartment, his wet raven hair dripping water.
To distract yourself from your lusty thoughts, you went to the living room and lit a candle. You snuggled into the couch, and thatâs when Loki strolled in, his musky scent filling the air. He sat down beside you and handed you a glass of wine. Your glasses clinked and you took a few sips of wine and smiled at him, enjoying the rich, fruity taste.
âGood?â He asked.
You grinned. âYou have excellent taste.â
âAre you happy?â Loki asked. As much as he grumbled about Midgard, he knew how much you missed your old life. He spoiled you as often as he could.
âVery. Thank you, honey. You are quite possibly the best husband in the whole universe.â
He bent to kiss your neck. âQuite possibly? My dear, I am unequivocally the best. And I can prove it to you.â
You moaned as his lips trailed your neck, dragging your neckline aside to kiss your collarbones. âLoki no.â
âWhy not?â He looked up at you like a child whoâd been refused his favorite toy.
âYou promised weâd watch a movie tonight.â
"I desire to ravish you instead."
You half-laughed. âYou ravish me daily.â
âAnd it appears I am never satisfied. So I crave more.â
âYou know, sometimes itâs hard keeping up with your libido,â you muttered as he cupped your breasts over your T-shirt and traced your nipples. âLoki, waitââ
He grumbled and drew back. âYou are one merciless woman.â
You kissed his cheek. âIâd like to watch a movie with you. Itâs been my dream, being with my boyfriendââ
âHusband,â he corrected.
âYes, being with my husband and watching a late night movie while eating snacks.â
âI shall indulge you, my wife,â he said, tucking his robe closed and trying to hide his raging erection. He flashed a smile, his white teeth gleaming, and added, âAnd then,Iâm going to fuck you until you canât walk.â
You blushed. Loki often said things like that, completely shameless. âYou debauched God,â you muttered.
He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. âA pleasure, darling.â
Sprawling his long legs, Loki tucked you in his arms, a soft blanket draped over you. You craddled a bowl of chips, snacks, and candy in one arm and the TV remote in the other, browsing movies on Netflix.
âThis place is nice, even pretty,â Loki mused as he looked around the renovated apartment. He hadnât really taken the time to appreciate it before.
âPretty, huh? I remember you calling it a âpathetic hovelâ last time,â you teased, glancing up at him.
âWell⌠that was a long time ago.â
âSo, what do you want to watch tonight?â
He sighed. âWell, if weâre going to waste time with Midgardian entertainment, it might as well be brief.â
âBrief? I guess a movie then.â
âYes.â He raised an eyebrow. âI have to debauch you after that, remember?â
You nudged him lightly with your elbow. âYou know, I think youâre secretly ashamed to enjoy a little human entertainment.â
âNo. Iâm simply eager to fuck you. Thatâs one thing I will never lie about.â
âWhat a rake you are.â
His eyes sparkled with mischief. âIf I must suffer through this, letâs get over with it. Please.â
As it turned out, the movie held Lokiâs interest for twenty minutes before he started being mischievous.
Honestly, you expected him to start sooner.
He took a chip and pretended to accidentally drop it in your lap. Then, acting all innocent, he âaccidentallyâ tried to catch it, slipping his hand between your thighs. His fingers brushed against your clothed pussy, but retreated when you sent him a firm look.
Loki resumed watching the movie.
A while later, he cuddled you close and âaccidentallyâ dropped a piece of popcorn down your shirt, between your breasts. You barely held back your grin at his ministrations. He retrieved it and you stopped his groping with a gentle slap of your hand.
âYou know,â you started, âfor the god of mischief, your way of distracting me is pretty lame.â
He smiled and undeterred, opened his robe. âIâm hot.â
Your eyes strayed from the TV screen because good Gods, heâd opened his robe completely, giving you a good view of his glorious cock. Thick, long and fat, it stood at attention. It throbbed, thick veins running from the head to the base. You bit your lips at the bead of moisture at the head. Loki had a magnificent chiseled body, and his cock was like rest of him, Godly. Devine. Perfect.
You rubbed your thighs together, trying to ignore the emptiness inside you. Damn him for using your weakness against you. His green eyes glowed in the dim light, filled with a hunger that promised to have you mewling and begging for his touch.
âShouldnât you be watching the movie?â Loki asked, his voice a husky whisper. His cock throbbed from between your bodies, begging for your touch.
You dragged your eyes from his cock and up to his face. âThis is not fair.â
âGod of mischief.â
In a swift move, he shifted, pushing you against the couch with his body between your legs. You gasped at the feel of him against you. Warm, hard and scented with masculine musk, your husband was irresistible. The movie played in the background, but went completely unnoticed.
He caught your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth. âItâs time for me to have a taste of my Queen. I want my sweet human crying out, her pretty pink pussy clenching around me.â
âHmm⌠yesâŚâ you said in between wet kisses. âMore, please⌠LokiâŚâ
With a satisfied hum, he worked on removing your clothes, tugging at your pajamas and almost tearing your underwear. He tossed away both of your clothes away as if they offended him until there was nothing left but your smooth skin exposed to his eyes. Grasping under your knees, he steered them wide apart, and enjoyed the view. Creamy thighs and in between was the most pretty, pink puffy cunt begging for his attention.
âLook at that,â he drawled, his finger running up and down your drenched slit. âI could scent your desire all this time, my naughty little Queen.â
You opened your mouth to speak but moaned when one thick finger pressed inside. He gathered your wetness and pumped slowly, in and out, in and out, while watching you intently. You squirmed, seeking more, but he kept you still. A second finger entered, curling and rubbing that sensitive spot. You fell back, your toes curling. Licking his lips, Loki added a third, stretching you wide for him while his thumb teased your clit.
âBeautiful,â he whispered, watching at where your cunt squeezed his fingers. âSo beautiful.â
âHusband, please.â You gripped his forearms. âWant them faster.â
Loki grinned and obliged, thrusting his fingers in a come hither motion. You rocked against them, panting and whining from overload. He kept his other hand on your inner thigh, keeping you open for him. Thrusting, stroking and playing with you, you came in a matter of seconds. Stars flashed in your vision. You were delirious, floating in clouds of bliss.
Loki retreated from your pussy, licking his fingers that were all wet from your juices. Then growing low, he descended upon your mound, his teeth nibbling at the fat pussy lips before flicking his tongue around your clit. Oversensitive, you tried to stop him but couldnât. Body taut, you threaded your hands through his wet hair, grinding your pussy against his face.
A few more shameless licks and you cried out, shaking, coming apart with long-drawn moans. Loki didnât stop teasing you, he fucked you with his fingers, moving up to devour your nipples, sucking the buds deep into his warm mouth.
âMy pretty Queen possesses the sweetest taste. Canât have enough of you.â
He claimed your mouth and you moaned at the taste of your essence on his tongue. Your hands traveled along his strong body, caressing his broad shoulders before traveling low to cup his cock. You pumped him, traced the veins and rubbed the leaky head. Loki hummed, pleased as he licked into your mouth.
Pinning your hands above your head, he grabbed his fat cock and slapped it on your pussy lips. He was heavy and hot. You watched as he rubbed the pulsing shaft until it was coated in your juices, teasing you by thrusting the cockhead inside your little slit before drawing back. With a whine, you canted your hips, begging him in a series of whines and murmurs.
He indulged you and finally surged forward, watching as your small opening was forced open by his dick. You both moaned at the sensations and once he was seated to the hilt you needed a few moments to adjust to the invasion. He was big, bigger than a human in every way. You always needed some moments to get used to the incredible fullness and stretch.
Even so, you always fit perfectly together.
âGood?â he asked, breathless and aroused.
âOkay, you can move now.â
Nodding, he pulled back, his veined length frothing with your slick before slamming back in. Having him inside you felt glorious. He did it again, his eyes fixed on your pretty cunt; he drew back till all his cock was out, then pushed deep, until his swollen balls squeezed against your ass.
âLoki,â you whined, not caring how desperate you sounded, âwant to touch you.â
He freed your hands and you immediately traced his strong body, trailing your fingers down his neck, chest, nipples and firm ass while he pounded inside you, claiming your very soul. Clutching your waist, he went faster, his mouth devouring your nipples while you clung to his shoulders for dear life and rode higher and higher.
Your orgasm hit you hard and fast and you shut your eyes tightly at how intense it was. Loki followed right after you, delving to the hilt and shooting ropes of warm cum inside you. You felt his release, every pump that flooded your pussy and overflowed, dripping down your the crack of your ass.
With a rumble of satisfaction, he set you to lay on your side, cuddling you from behind, his still hard shaft still within you. He kissed your neck, your shoulder, then suckled your nipples and cupped your breasts in his hands. You relaxed into him, your body lax and spent.
âWe should watch the rest of the movie now,â he said in an absolutely serious tone.
You half-laughed. âWe missed most of it.â
He kissed your head with a grin. âWe can watch it again.â
âOh, now you donât mind?â
âI think Iâm going to relish watching as many movies as you want, darling.â
To prove his point, he gave a shallow thrustâhe was still hard and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
âThat sounds like a threat, husband,â you moaned when he draped your leg over his thigh. âLokiââ
He rubbed the place where you were joined. âI want to play with my Queenâs pussy while we watch the movie.â
You wiggled but he kept you lodged to him. âLoki this is too much.â
He silenced you with a kiss and drew tight circles over your clit. You felt warm magic permeating your pussy and knew that he was healing you. You no longer felt so oversensitive and the stretch of his cock was pleasing, welcoming.
âThere,â he dragged his tongue across your neck. âI always take care of my wife.â He kissed your forehead and added, âNow put the movie from the start.â
âLoââ you didnât manage to let out another word and whined when he leaned down to kiss around your flushed nipples.
âLokiââ
âThe movie, darling,â he said and gently thrust his cock, reminding you that he remained rock hard inside you.
Loki moved from behind you, his hands, mouth and delicious length of him inside you teasing you to another orgasm. True to his word, he ended up fucking you until the credits rolled and you had no strength to do anything else but melt sweetly into his arms and enjoy his ministrations.
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Random Shanks HeadcanonsÂ
Summary: A random collection of Shanks headcanons
CW: None // SFW
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Has a fake arm that he uses for gags. Only he and Yasopp find it funny. Beckman once tossed the arm overboard after Shanks âlostâ the arm in a pot of Lucky Rouxâs stew, only for Shanks to enter the mess hall the next morning with another attached to his body.Â
Can do magic tricks, especially good with coins and cards. A very skilled sleight of hand artist. Also not above using these tricks to cheat while playing cards. (Inspired by the coin game w/ Luffy flashback). Cheating is the only way he can beat Beckman, whoâs by far the best player on the crew. But he doesnât even cheat to win, he just likes the thrill of getting away with it; also enjoys the thrill of getting caught. There was a rabbit loose aboard the Red Force for a solid month after the captain tried to learn how to pull it out of a hat.
The best beer pong player in the New World, probably the entire world. Would challenge all of his enemies to a game of beer pong to settle their disputes if he thought they would respect the results of the game. Good at drinking games in general (has a little too much experience).
Is an infamous gossip. If a member of the crew wants word to get out about something, they just mention it to their captain.Â
Enjoys playing matchmaker. Always acts as a wingman for his crew when thereâs a pretty bar maid. The only one he never tried to fix up with one of his crew mates was his darling Makino.Â
Are soap operas a thing in the One Piece universe? Because if so, he has a favorite that he never misses an episode of (fights hardest on Thursdays so he can be home in time to catch the latest episode of Search for One Piece, a pirate drama based loosely on Rogerâs life. He particularly enjoys the harlequin character).Â
Loves meddling in any drama that comes up aboard the ship. Sometimes even starts drama just for entertainment, like the time he told Lucky Roux that he saw Limejuice sneaking steaks from the freezer, or when he robbed Beckman blind and left traces of a turkey leg at the scene of the crime.Â
Thinks childish pranks are the funniest thing in the world. Pranks prospective crew members to see how they respond; screens them based on whether they find his jokes funny. Beckman insists this is not the best way to do things but Shanks persists. But Shanks isn't just being childish. He's making sure everyone who joins his crew has a good nature as that is, in his opinion, the most important thing. If you can't trust your crew, you're dead in the water.
Was definitely posing when the government snapped the photo for his wanted poster but pretends it was completely candid. Has a habit of comparing his wanted poster to the posters of his enemies.
He also uses his wanted poster to fish for compliments, especially from his crew. âThatâs a pretty good picture, isnât it?â âI donât look half bad in that, do I?â âThe real reason the marines are hunting me- the sight of my wanted poster makes their wives swoon.â Â
Refers to himself as, âthat handsome devil.âÂ
Smells like body odor and weed, but in a Matthew McConaughey kind of way (that is to say, it works for him).Â
Animals and babies always like him. He insists the trick is to act uninterested.Â
He is genuinely good-natured, but he definitely uses his sense of humor to disguise how terrifying he truly is. Is a pro at lulling people into a false sense of security. Definitely slouches on purpose to seem less intimidating.
Secretly paid off Luffy's "treasure tab" at Makino's bar. Didn't do it just to be kind to the poor kid but actually because he believed Luffy when he said he'd pay it back in full and did it to annoy Luffy a decade or two down the line. (When Luffy finally goes back to pay Makino and she informs him Shanks already did, Luffy blows a gasket.)
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Dont Get Caught
paige bueckers x (female) reader
down bad reader + even more down bad paige
warnings:
pure smut (sorry in advance) mdni !!!
use of bad language
kinda public sex
i watched from the stands as my girlfriend scored the game winning 3 pointer. it was an extremely close game. she immediately locks eyes with me before smiling and running to her teammates and celebrating together. she was definitely getting it tonight.
i made my way from my seat to the sidelines where i congratulated everyone on the team making sure to give azzi and molly a hug. by now the whole team knew me and paige were dating, considering weâve been together for almost 7 months, it was kind of hard to hide. but imagine how hard it is to keep it from the media. with reporter after reporter trying to get a chance to talk to all the girls, i couldnât just go up to her and kiss her without someone taking a picture. i didnât mind the media knowing and i know she didnât either, but to be fair we did agree to wait.
i just sat down in a chair on the sidelines scrolling through tiktok liking pretty much every post that had to do with paige in some way. she was still getting interviewed while the rest of the girls had already made their way out of the locker room.
as she finished up, she finally walked into the locker room, clearly not noticing i was right behind her. i managed to get past anyone trying to take pictures as i walked in after her. i dont know how she was so oblivious to my presence.
âhi baby, you played so goodâ i said while smiling, still behind her.
âholy shitâ she said practically jumping as she turned around to look at me. âhow did you get in here without anyone noticingâ she laughed
âthey were all focused on azzi, just wanted to congratulate youâ i beamed happily
âwell thank you, im so glad you were able to come i know how behind you are on school shitâ
she walked towards me wrapping her arms around my waist. i instinctively put mine around her neck. the eye contact we held could make anyone fold, and i was trying so hard not to. i wanted her to kiss me first, i donât give in that easy even when it comes to paige fucking bueckers.
after what literally felt like hours she finally kissed me, my hands going straight to her hair that was still in a ponytail. i pulled off the hair tie making her groan into my mouth at the feeling of relief.
she lightly tapped my thigh to signal for me to jump. and of course i did because id do anything for this girl. she lifted me up making me wrap my legs around her waist. still not breaking the kiss, paige carried me to the counter where the sinks were and set me down before pulling at my shirt for me to remove it.
âpaige not here weâre gonna get caught.â i mumbled before pulling away
âcmon baby everyone already grabbed their stuff out of here, no ones coming back.â she reassured me with her infamous smirk
i reluctantly nodded my head accepting the fact that if we get caught its on her. i pulled of my shirt and watched her immediately unclip my bra. she stared at me for a minute before speaking, âyouâre so fucking beautiful im so damn lucky.â
i blushed, usually i was the one praising her and giving her compliments. must be the post-win feeling getting to her. nonetheless i appreciated her words even though they made me practically melt.
we reconnected our lips, her hand playing with my nipple sent a wave of ecstasy through my entire body. she pulled away again this time to remove my sweatpants, leaving them at my ankles because deep down i think she knew there was a good chance someone might walk in. she marveled at how soaked my red laced underwear was and i felt my self sheepishly covering my face. her hands were quick to pull mine away.
âthis wet for me hm? and i havenât even done anything yet.â she smirked again and pulled down my underwear. i was now fully exposed and she still had her uniform on.
âpaige come on take it off.â i said motioning to her uniform and feeling quite embarrassed knowing i was the only one with out a single piece of clothing on.
she complied without a complaint and stripped down to her sports bra and boxers. i see her like this almost every night and it still amazes me how gorgeous she is. running my hand down her toned stomach i start spewing out compliment after compliment before she starts kissing my neck, making me shut up and throw my head back.
her hand thats not on my waist is touching everywhere but wear i need her. im sitting at the edge of the counter at this point, our bodies are flushed together skin to skin.
âplease p.. i need youâ i murmured quietly when her kisses started getting lower and lower. i just know that there were going to be bruises from where she was sucking in the morning.
âyeah? where do you need me baby use your words.â she said softly against my skin making me shiver. her long fingers finally touching my clit as she moved her fingers at an agonizingly slow pace. âhere?â
âmhm- oh shit.. paige please just fuck me already â i stuttered through my sentence and she laughed
âyou want my mouth or my fingers ma?â she said as she made eye contact with me. the nickname repeated in my head, usually i wouldnât let any girl call me that but it just felt so different when my girlfriend said it.
i debated between the two when i finally settled on an answer and said âbothâ she just laughed and told me to let her know if it gets to be too much. always so full of herself..
she sat in front of me on her knees spreading my legs apart. she didnât even break the eye contact before her tongue started circling my clit.
âfuck p, you always know how to make me feel good.â i moaned leaning my head back on to the wall behind me.
i could feel her fucking smirking.
that just encouraged her to move her tongue faster and harder against my clit. she quickly got me to my climax and i grabbed at the back of her head pulling her closer and letting out a string of curses and moans to signal that i was close. she didnât slow down though, she continued until i begged her to stop when the pleasure got so intense. she pulled away and stood up and kissed me, making me taste myself on her mouth.
âyou did so good baby, can you do one more for me?â she cooed against my mouth and i quickly nodded my head, desperate to feel her again.
she brought to fingers to my mouth urging me to suck, to which i complied. her eyes were glued to my mouth as i took her fingers into my mouth. when she pulled them out she brought them right back to my entrance.
âoh fuck.â i moaned at the feeling of her fingers moving in me, immediately hitting my g-spot. she knew my body so well.
my moans encouraged her to speed up âcan you take another one?â she challenged and i was so incoherent from the pleasure i could only mumble an âmhmâ and nod my head while gripping at her shoulder.
she added another finger and i knew i couldnât last much longer. my legs started shaking and my hand flew to my mouth to cover any screams that threatened to slip. she immediately tore my hand away.
âno i wanna hear you and know exactly how i make you feel.â she said cockily with a smirk plastered on her face. using her free hand she grabbed my leg and put it over her shoulder, increasing how deep her fingers went in me. i couldnât take it any longer and i came all over her fingers. she slowed down her pace and removed her fingers before praising me for how good i did for her.
she put her clothes back on because there wasnât enough time for me to make her âfeel good.â i tried to jump down from the counter but i immediately felt my knees buckle from beneath me, luckily page grabbed my arms. she helped me put my shirt and sweatpants back on.
âhey paige?! have you seen my water bottle?â kk said as we heard to door to the locker room open. i quickly fixed my hair to look more presentable and paige walked around the corner and over to kk.
âyeah its out by the bench on the sidelines.â paige replied quickly ushering her out.
âoh um okay.. thanks?â kk didnt further question paiges weird behavior and instead walked away.
paige came back over to me and i put my shoes on before giving her a kiss. not a sexual one, i was just so proud of her.
âwe couldâve gotten caught p, we gotta be more careful.â i said jokingly as we left the locker room, being careful to avoid any cameras.
âyeah that couldâve been really bad.. good thing you finish fast.â she said the last part as a whisper and that shut me up immediately. yeah she was gonna get it the second we get back to our apartment.
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Meddling Meet Cute
â¨Pairingâ¨: Terry Richmondxblack!singlemom!reader
SummaryđŞ: Your daughterâs at it againâŚ
đ¨: pretty much all fluffđ¸
A/Nđ¤: itâs my first Terry ficđ¤! Iâm very nervous (then again when am I notđ), but I hope you guys like what I came up withâşď¸
*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*
âMa come on!â The excited nine-year-old pulled you just hard enough past the barricades that your steps were a tad more hurried to avoid stumbling over your daughter.
âCallie relax, the rides arenât going anywhere.â
âI know, but Jianna-,â
âIsnât going anywhere either,â you chuckle still being led by the girl clearly on a mission with her eyes set on the infamous âHigh Flyerâ.
Besties since kindergarten, you couldnât lie about how cute the duo was. They were practically stuck at the hip during school - always working or playing together at recess - and outside wasnât all too different seeing that one would typically be at the otherâs house. It always brought a smile to your face watching their animated conversations and lighthearted debates.
And after this past year, you were especially glad to see none of that had changed. That she had a true friend to support her during the tough times.
âThere she is!,â Callie smiles already beginning to bounce and skip towards her best friend. Jianna begins to frantically wave alerting the much taller and unfamiliar man to her right. Jiannaâs momâs boyfriend maybe? She did mention a new guy she was really into...
Before you can stop her, Callie easily slips away running to hug her friend - and introduce herself to the tower of muscle who adorably shakes her hand with an amused smile of his own.
âUm Callie-?,â
With the man in tow behind them, Jianna tightly wraps her arms around your waist in one of her famous warm hugs before peering up at you with a sweet, âHey auntie!â
The term given to you by the young girl herself when she was about six since, âYou take care of me like my other aunties. So that makes you my aunt too!â You didnât have the heart to go into the semantics with the wide-eyed little girl, so you just smiled and said, âOkay sweetheart.â
âThis is my uncle Terry from the army. Uncle Terry, this is my friendâs mom.â
He was broader up close, and the orange shirt stretching across his chest and shoulders only made that more apparent. That paired with the dark jeans over his thick thighs didnât help the ache beginning to pulse in your core that you havenât felt inâŚdamn when was the last time you felt that?
âHi Callieâs mom,â he greets with probably the prettiest smile youâve seen in this town on a man and an outstretched hand. A hand that completely envelopes your own once you place yours in his.
âHi Jiannaâs uncle Terry,â you softly chuckle along with the man himself.
God that deep baritone voice was dangerous. And his grayish-green eyes?! You didnât even know they came in that color.
âWell weâre going to the line bye!,â Callie rushes grabbing Jiannaâs hand. Your quick, âHold itâ begrudgingly halts both girls turning around to face you again.
âTell us what rides youâre going to, and weâll follow behind.â
âMom weâre nineee,â she whines with that pouty secret weapon of hers and batting those curly lashes similar to yours.
âYou want us to choose the rides?â
Thereâs a brief, silent stare off between you and your mini me before she announces theyâll be in line at the High Flyer.
âAnd weâll be sitting at that bench.â It was about 20 feet away and had the perfect view of both the entrance and exit lines so you would always see the girls.
âSpoken like a true mama,â Terry murmurs with a low chuckle as you both sit. Meanwhile you try to ignore the flutter in your lower tummy at how âmamaâ sounds out of his mouth.
âReminded myself of my own back there,â you softly laugh while inwardly cringing. Although youâre enjoying your time so far with Terry - a brief, comfortable silence currently between you two - thereâs this creeping suspicion you canât seem to shake. âIs everything okay with Nitta? I thought she was bringing Jianna?â
âShe said she wasnât feeling the best and asked if I could bring her instead,â he casually answers.
Huh..maybe itâs nothing then.
âShe also said Jia told her she really wanted me to go so she could show me around? Didnât know she was meeting yall here until we got out the truck.â
Yep. There it is.
Your quiet âhuhâ along with the knowing look on your face has his brow rising in intrigue. And admittedly, he thinks itâs cute how your deep brown eyes slightly squint. âWhatâs up?â
From your sudden shift to surprised, you clearly didnât expect him to hear you. Or be paying close enough attention to read you so well. Who wouldnât pay attention to you though? Bright skin that nearly shined gold when the sun hit you just right. Your full lips that looked so soft. Not to mention your body with curves in all the right places that made him realize itâs been too long since his last time.
You debate on whether to say anything, but the way he deeply gazes at you tells you he probably wonât just let it go. âI uh think a couple of nine year old matchmakers may be trying to work their magic.â
Looking back at the girls, they each throw both of you a quick wave now at the front of the line.
âYou think itâs working?,â Jianna asks.
âI mean theyâre talking? Thatâs more attention Iâve seen my mom give a guy,â Callie shrugs. âMight be going better though if he brought flowers like I said.â
âThen that wouldâve gave us away like I said.â
âNot that Jia doesnât want to spend time with you though!,â you hurry to correct meeting those hypnotic green eyes again. âShe talked about you all the time when you were gone.â
âReally?,â he smiles and you swear you feel your heart skip a beat. Or two.
âAnytime youâd call sheâd get so excited. And when youâd send her something for her birthday or Christmas? All sheâd talk about for a good week.â
Deep down Terry knew his sister and niece loved him. But actually hearing how he made them feel from another person made him emotional in a way he hadnât during his time in the service.
âI have a feeling mine was the ringleader here.â
At that moment you can hear both girls squealing and giggling as the carousel like ride gently swings them higher than any playground swing would. Their arms waving and legs kicking before disappearing on the other side.
âSo you were single,â Terry thought.
âSorry to get you wrapped up in all this. If it makes you uncomfortable-,â
âFar as Iâm concerned, weâre just two friendly adults watching two kids,â he replies holding up his hands showing he saw no harm. âIf it makes you uncomfortable though-,â
âNo! No I agree, just two friendly adults,â you smile. There was a glint of something behind your eyes that told Terry there was more to your daughter playing Cupid, but rather than dig he opted to leave it alone until you were ready. Hopefully trusting him enough to explain.
âDid you see us?!,â Callie shouts running up to the both of you with Jianna by her side.
âWe did. Surprised yall arenât dizzy going around so much,â you answer making the girls laugh as they shake their heads.
âWe should all do the firecracker next!,â Jianna suggests, which of course Callie quickly agrees. Just a few feet across the way, the line was already filling up with teens and adults alike waiting to ride the infamous drop tower thatâs been popular since you were a kid. Those already on it screaming as they quickly free fell before stopping halfway to rise and repeat the motion again.
âAfraid Iâm gonna have to sit that one out girls, but maybe Uncle Terry will ride with you?â
He doesnât get a chance to answer before being pulled by the girls. Judging from the quick, concerned glance he gives you he clearly wasnât a fan of the ride either.
âSorry,â you innocently mouth when he turns to you from the line shaking his head with that cute tilted smile.
âLater,â he mouths back, which you didnât fully get until he brought up the Tilted Record when the girls didnât know what to ride next.
âYou gotta ride it ma,â Callie practically begged. âItâs so much fun!â
âYea you gotta ride it ma,â Terry playfully winks bringing those flutters back stronger than ever as a heat creeps to your cheeks. A few minutes later, you were smushed into his side pleasantly smothered by his clean, woodsy scent as you all spun around and eventually backwards. Callie and Jianna in the seat behind you having the time of their lives squealing and singing to the music playing overhead.
âYou did that on purpose,â you jokingly glare up at the taller man while following behind your still somehow energized kids.
He simply shrugs with a glimpse of a smirk on his lips, âMaybe. You had fun though.â
He mightâve had a point. âStill, friends donât do that.â
His deep chuckle and wide smile hits you deep instantly making your knees feel like jelly - something you never thought possible let alone experienced. Not even with Callieâs dad. âBest friends mess with each other all the time,â he counters. âGuess weâve leveled up.â
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âSo Jiaâs uncle was nice,â Callie starts. She tries peeking at you in the standing mirror as you dutch braid her hair for the night, but itâs difficult with the way her neck is craned downward.
âHe was. Weâll have to get him something for winning those stuffed pigs for you and Jianna.â
âMhm,â she agrees as you move to the last section. âSo what else did you think about him? You think heâs cute?â
You knew sheâd been itching to ask since you both got in the car. Especially after Terry was nice enough to make sure you got there okay before wishing you both a good night.
Securing the last braid with the small rubber band, you pat the spot beside you beckoning her to join you in the king sized bed. She instantly climbs in snuggling under the fluffy throw she loved so much. âCallie I donât want you worrying about me and dating alright? And definitely no more blind dates.â
You still had nightmares about the one with her principal. Who can put away that much shrimp?
âI just want you to be happy. Like how you were with dad,â she whispers peering up at you.
Eventually youâd have to tell her the truth about that strained relationship and how things were only âhappyâ for her sake.
âI am happy lovie. Long as I have you Iâm good,â you smile kissing her on the forehead. âYou just focus on being the amazing kid you are okay?â
She nods, sleepily smiling and clearly minutes away from slumber. âLove you ma.â
âLove you too. Now letâs get you to bed.â
Moments after returning to your bedroom, beginning to feel the familiar heaviness of your lids, a couple of short vibrations from your phone stop you from sliding under your covers curious as to who would want something this late.
Hey, itâs Terry. Got your number from Nitta (sent 10:56 pm)
Sheâs still feeling bad so looks like Iâm bringing Jia to dance tomorrow and apparently on snack duty?? (sent 10:57 pm)
Hey and yea forgot itâs her turn. I was next week but we can switch. Iâll pick something up, no worriesđ(sent 11:02 pm)
Also I can take Jia if you want? Not sure if you had other plans (sent 11:04 pm)
Was that too much? What if he thought you were trying to pry?
Nah itâs ok, I got her. And thanks for taking overđđ˝ (sent 11:13 pm)
Look at us, friends helping friendsđ (sent 11:14 pm)
âNice,â he thought as his hand frustratedly passed over his face. âAnd with the winky face? Somebody take this damn phone.â
lol alwaysđ! (Sent 11:17 pm)
Terry didnât realize he was holding his breath until your response finally flashed on his screen allowing him to breathe again. Relief soothing his tense muscles as he sat back against the wooden headboard.
Neither one of you were really able to sleep that night though. Thoughts of the other and the time at the fair admittedly making each a little excited about being together again the next day.
And while you never knew what was planned for the future, something told you this âfriendshipâ would be far different than your other ones.
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okay this is so incredibly specific so please feel free to ignore BUT iâve been wanting to read a fic for ages where the reader is Chaseâs childhood best friend from Australia and she moves to New Jersey for a fresh start. Sheâs staying with Chase while she gets settled, and one day she comes to visit him at lunch at the hospital, where she ends up meeting House and heâs⌠intrigued by her đ either romantic or smut would be so very cool :^D <33 đ
YES. I LOVE THIS PROMPT IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT IM FINISHED!!!
Gregory House x Fem!Chases bsf!Reader
Warnings: None really, just cussing and tooth rotting fluff >:) 3k+ words.
Chase's POV:Â
âWell I was just wondering if we could go out sometime, I think you're really-â My attention shifted as y/n's call lit up my phone, interrupting the conversation. It was a more pressing matter than pursuing a one-night stand.
âExcuse me for a moment.â I say walking away, the woman having an annoyed look on her face.Â
I answer the phone.
âHello, y/n? Whats upâÂ
âChase! Long time no talk haha.â
âYou called me yesterday.â
âLearn to take a joke, anyways, I have some exciting news for you.â
âIâm moving to New Jersey!!âÂ
âWait what? Really?â
âYeah, I kinda forgot to tell you and i'm actually at the airport right now, so I hope you aren't busy tomorrow so you can pick me up.â
âWow, um alright, yeah I can pick you up, do you have a place to stay?"
âUmâŚnoâŚâ I sigh, âJust stay at mine for now.â
âDon't even with the sigh iâve known you my whole life you can put the nightly hookups on hold for your best friend.âÂ
I smirk and shake my head, âYeah yeah, Iâll see ya tomorrow y/nâÂ
Y/Nâs POV:
I smile as I hang up with Chase, grabbing my luggage and pulling it along the airport. Ahh yes, crying babies, rushed parents, annoying couples and that one insanely attractive person you see for a split second, I love the airport.Â
Glancing at my ticket I realize I might have to hurry to make it to the gate, speed walking I see a text from chase, âHave a safe flight.â Let's hope so.Â
Time skip (to lazy to write all the details about fucking airports)
Relaxing on a 21-hour flight proved challenging, especially with a toddler nearby. It was unclear whether the toddler would be a source of annoyance or just be tolerable. The flight just started. So to entertain myself I decide to do some digging about Chase's job, he brags about it all the time and the infamous Dr Gregory House. To be honest I thought Chase was gay for a little while with how much he talks about him. Still speculating.Â
The plane lifts off and I start my look, at first just looking up Gregory House, a surprising amount of things show up. An article titled, âGregory House, Talented Doctor? Or a lying Narcissist?â Oh well that's a good first impression. Â Â
Scrolling down I see another article, âThe world's greatest doctor, and his deepest secretsâÂ
Now that's enticing. I click on it only to find out his deepest secrets, including using 3 in one shampoo and how his leg got hurt. I guess people hardly know anything about him. I click on the photos of him, there's only a couple, most of them blurry but to be honest he's pretty good looking from the photos I can see. Iâd honestly be gay for him if I was Chase.Â
The toddler next to me starts giggling, I glance at her and notice her staring at a picture of House. She's kicking her feet too. That's so relatable.Â
For the rest of the flight I find some stuff about this guy named Taub, who somehow also figured out that he cheated on his wife which is why he had to quit. How did I find that out? I took a coding class in 8th grade. (I got lucky)Â
Lisa Cuddy the Dean of Medicine, unfortunately only good stuff about her, boring.Â
Remy Hadley, oddly, can't find anything on her.Â
Eric Foreman, his brothers in jail, fun.Â
And the others are just as boring. For the remainder of the flight, the toddler proved surprisingly chill. I passed the time by binge-watching random movies I had downloaded earlier
*Another time skip to plane landing*Â
Finally, 21 hours on a fucking plane is horrible.Â
I check my phone after I take it off airplane mode, seeing a text from chase a couple minutes ago.Â
âIâm at the airport, is your flight done?â
âYep, wya.â
âIâm parked in the front.â
âThat's specificâÂ
âThere's no other front dumbassâ
I roll my eyes at his text, and get off the plane as soon as I can. I walk out and see Chase standing outside his car waiting for me. His eyes light up as he spots me, and a grin spreads across his face. Unable to resist, I rush forward and envelop him in a bear hug.
âMan youâre a lot uglier in personâÂ
I say jokingly, smirking.
âOh shut upâ Â
We climbed into his car, and he drove us back to his apartment. When we arrive he helps get my crap into the house, before he gets a call saying he had to head to work.Â
Eventually a week or two passes, I've gotten more comfortable in his apartment, applied for a bunch of jobs, and looked for places to stay so Iâm not invading his âmanâ space anymore. Unfortunately there aren't a lot of options, and no jobs have replied to my applications, which is weird since im overqualified, it's almost like they arenât even getting my applications in the first place.Â
Iâm doing the dishes when I get a text from Chase.
âHey, I left my wallet on the counter, so I donât have money for food, could ya bring it for me?âÂ
âNahâ
âSee you soonâ
I breathe out a laugh and grab his wallet, putting a coat on then driving to the hospital.Â
When I get there I walk in, looking around before I call Chase, âWhere do I go this place is hugeâ I can hear talking in the background, actually more like arguing. âUhm just wait at the entrance iâll be right there.â He says in a whisper.
He hangs up so I just stand there awkwardly waiting, that was a weird ass phone call. To be fair Chase is a weird ass guy with weird ass coworkers so what do I expect at this point.Â
Before I see Chase I see Dr Gregory House, limping quickly towards me. And damn heâs even hotter in person than the pictures I saw of him.Â
âHey, no time to explain, you need to come with me.â He grabs my arm dragging me into the elevator. Before it closes I see Chase come out of the stairway, he sprints towards the elevator but it closes. I hear him trying to say something, but it's muffled and I canât understand it. Wait why the fuck did I even follow House?Â
âYou're real compliant, youâd make a great hooker.âÂ
I turn around and side eye him.
âThanks, so would you.â I say giving a fake smile.Â
âSpeaking of compliant, why did you drag me away from Chase? What's going on?ââ
âI made a bet with Chase.â
âThat's really specific and helpful thanksâÂ
âOh yeah no problemâÂ
Sarcastic asshole.Â
âIf you donât tell me, I'll stop following you and go with Chase.âÂ
He rolls his eyes.
âFine, Mom! The bet is that I can convince you to work as my assistant here.â
âReally? That's it? I need a job. Why would Chase even bet against that?âÂ
âHe thinks youâll fall in love with me so he doesnât want that to happen, in his words, âShe has a thing for homeless looking, narcissistic assholes with beards.â So heâs trying to prevent it, and heâs sure he can.â Â
Damn- I feel so called out. I stay silent before nodding.
âWell to be honest he isnât wrong.âÂ
I see House smirk before we get out of the elevator, he hobbles and leads me to his office, locking the door then having me sit down.Â
As I sit down in front of his desk, he grabs a ball and starts throwing it against the wall, while sitting down.Â
âSo are you gonna interview me or something?âÂ
âYeah, Iâm just waiting for Chase to get back up here so he can watch me interview you.âÂ
He really is an assholeâŚit's kinda hot though.Â
âFair enough.âÂ
We wait a bit before Chase comes jogging up to the door, out of breath, heâs clearly been running plenty. He starts banging on the glass door that House previously locked.
âHouse!! Y/N! Let me in! This isnât fair!â He exclaims, House is grinning when he leans over his desk, crossing his arms.
âOkay! Letâs start this interview now.âÂ
âY/n! You traitor!âÂ
Did I abandon my childhood best friend for some disabled doctor? No, I did it for the job. At least that's what I'm telling myself.  Â
Turning my attention back to House instead of the Australian cry baby outside the door, he asks me, âFirst question, do you want the job of being my assistant?âÂ
âObviouslyâ
âGreat! You have the job!âÂ
I mean, easy enough. I smile and shake my head. This hospital really has some unique people.Â
House shakes my hand, grinning as Chase is sitting on the floor defeated outside.Â
As the days turned into weeks at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, I got to know everyone. Cuddy had to actually approve of me working as Houseâs assistant first, but once she saw aâŚnormal enough individual, she welcomed me into the environment.
Getting to know House better, I found myself drawn to him in ways I hadnât really expected. The bet between House and Chase, Chase thinking I would fall for House, I took it as a joke, until that joke turned more into reality.Â
Despite House being a narcissistic piece of shit, there were small moments that I saw, or shared with him that made me fall for him. Ones where he seemed happy, or just easy to be around. At work he's serious but when Wilson dragged him out to bars, or other social environments, he could actually be fun. And though him being a dick is undeniably attractive sometimes, when he wasâŚâhimselfâ that's how I began to fall for him. Â
One day, after an especially tough day for the team, and being forced to go break into houses and get coffee and food, I found myself alone with House in his office. The rest of the team had left, leaving us in a rare moment alone with each other. As I glanced up from the medical chart of the most recent patient, I caught Houseâs gaze lingering on me, his blue eyes intense and unreadable.Â
âSomething on your mind, House?â I asked, attempting to break the awkward silence between us.Â
He smirked, leaning back in his chair with a casual ease, âOh just wondering why a catch like yourself doesnât have a boyfriend, or husband?â He responds, his tone laced with flirtatiousness.
I couldnât help but chuckle at his response, a faint blush on my cheeks. House and I had gained an uncanny camaraderie, made from me running around doing everyone's paperwork, being the designated âyou get to tell patients they are dying!!â person. And as youâd expect people didnât respect me a lot, but if someone was blatantly mean to me, House would step in and destroy their self esteem in a second and walk away like it meant nothing. That's another thing that I think made me fall for him.Â
âBelieve me, Iâve been asking myself that a lot too.â I smile, placing the medical chart on his desk.Â
âDo you want a boyfriend? Or girlfriend, or a pet or something.â He quips, his eyes looking like they are reading me, studying my every movement and reaction to what heâs saying, it's flattering and uncomfortable at the same time.Â
âA boyfriend would be nice.â I say reassuringly, a laugh escaping me as I shake my head in amusement.
âAlright let's say *hypothetically* I asked you out. *hypothetically* what would your response be?âÂ
Raising an eyebrow I ask, âAre you trying to go on a date with me?â
âI said hypothetically, now answer the question.âÂ
A smirk plays on my lips as I roll my eyes in a mock annoyance.Â
âWell.â I say, âHypothetically, I would say yes.âÂ
âGreat, meet me for dinner at (some random fancy place idk u make up a name i'm too lazy to), wear something cute.âÂ
 With that, he sauntered out of the office, leaving me to think about what just happened. Glancing at the clock, I realized I had just enough time to get ready for our âhypothetical date.âÂ
The anticipation bubbled within me, standing outside (IDK A RESTAURANT NAME IT), waiting for House to arrive. My heart raced with nervous excitement, unsure what to expect from aâŚuniqueâŚguy like House. I had used all the time I had to work on my outfit, settling for a simple dress (or suit, or just anything you're comfy in :) ).Â
As I scanned the busy street, searching for any sign of House, I heard the obnoxiously loud sound of a motorcycle approaching. House rode in, parking his bike before getting off and walking (limping) towards me. My breath caught in my throat as I saw him, he looked impossibly handsome, in a tailored suit that made his rugged charm come out, good god he looked fine.Â
âY/n,â he greeted with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in genuine affection. âThat outfit makes your ass look nice.âÂ
I scoff playfully, hitting his arm. âSo much for acting like a gentleman, at least you look like one.âÂ
He chuckled, offering me his arm in a more gentlemanly gesture. âYeah yeah, shall we?âÂ
With a nod, I looped my arm through his, savoring the warmth of his touch as we mad our way into the restaurant. The ambiance was elegant and inviting, with a soft candlelight casting a warm glow over the decor.Â
As we were seated at a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, I couldnât help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. Iâm finally going out with House, damn Chase was totally right.Â
Throughout the evening, our conversation flowed surprisingly easily between us. I had half expected him to be rude or stuck up, but he seemed actually interested in me, in my life. He was asking questions, laughing and joking with me. Sharing stories of his own, and treating me like an actual human. Honestly it was scaring me a bit, but it was making me fall harder for him.Â
House raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. âSo, tell my Y/N. Whatâs the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?âÂ
I laughed, shaking my head as I thought about the memory. âWell, there was this one time in college-âÂ
âLet me guess,â House interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips. âIt involved copious amounts of alcohol and very questionable decisions?âÂ
I chuckle and nod in agreement. âYou could say that. Long story short, I ended up streaking through the campus fountain at three in the morning. I'm pretty sure Chase might still have a video of it still.â
House raises an eyebrow, an amused laugh coming from him. âI wish I could say I was surprised, oh and also. I am finding that video.â He states, with a determined and mischievous grin.Â
The dinner continues and our connection just seems to get stronger, fueled by shared laughter, stories of shit Wilson and him did in college, things Chase and I did in highschool. With each passing moment, I found myself more and more under Houseâs spell, captivated by the complexity of himself, his character. His gaze, laughter, even his personality. Maybe it was the wine or something, but House was being nice, he had charisma, and was being attractive in general. Â
I donât even realize that weâve spent almost three hours in the restaurant just talking. I check my phone seeing that it's 9:30 already. We had got and paid the check awhile ago, but had stayed to talk longer. The restaurant closes at 10, and I felt a sudden pang of disappointment that our date was close to being over with. I didnât want it to end, I was savoring this moment I was having, this seemingly perfect night.Â
When the waiter arrived to take our dessert order, I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that the evening was drawing to a close. I wasn't ready for it to endâI wanted to savor every moment, to prolong the magic of our time together for as long as possible.
House notices my look of disappointment, âIâm aware how amazing I am, but if its up to me, this wonât be our last date.âÂ
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, my cheeks heating up as I blush. The butterflies in my stomach going absolutely insane.Â
So with a quick glance around the restaurant, I rose from my seat, House grabbed my hand as he led me towards the exit.Â
Stepping out into the cool night air, I felt a sense of happiness coursing through me. This was it, the beginning of a new relationship, a surprisingly healthy one so far.Â
As Houseâs hand tightened around mine, his touch sent sparks of electricity coursing through my veins. I knew now that maybe Chase knows me better than I know myself, in all fairness he predicted this, but right now I wasnât afraid to admit this, to admit the undeniable attraction that I had towards Dr Gregory House.Â
His touch leaves mine, his hand pulling as we stand in front of the restaurant, close to each other, staring in each other's eyes. I glance at his lips before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, not sure if he expected it, but I pull back.
âGoodnight House. Iâll see you tomorrow.â And with that I walk away, to my car. When I get in my car, I look in the mirror, seeing House standing there with a lovestruck grin, one a child would have over some school crush. But it was cute, he was cute. And this was just the beginning of an annoyingly predicated relationship with a Vicodin addicted, asshole, who I suspect has a soft spot for me.
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