#will bring .. a snack? i do not know. i do not know

[dollishsz]

WEIRD THINGS BATBOYS DO WHEN THEY LIKE YOU ── .✦

a/n: this is a request + ask so tysm to whoever sent that but it’s (here) but anyways I’m so excited for my birthday on december 7th this year and it’s just so beautiful to see me grow up honestly and find myself.

(Tags: batboys x crush!reader)

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Excessive Flexing (Literally): Dick will "accidentally" do pull-ups in front of you. He’s already shirtless and grinning, saying, “Oh, didn���t see you there. Wanna join?”

Compliment Overload: “Is that a new hairstyle? New shoes? You look incredible. Oh, wait, you always look incredible.” He will literally point out your eyelashes looking perfect “wow so nice, your lashes are so long and beautiful.”

The Over-Helper: He suddenly insists on helping you with everything—carrying bags, opening jars, lifting heavy stuff—and does it with the biggest, dorkiest smile. “It’s no big deal, bab- I mean—uh… friend.”

Trips Over Air: He’s graceful in battle, but near you? He’s knocking over coffee cups and walking into doorframes. "I swear, I’m usually coordinated, maybe I’m falling for you?😉”

JASON TODD ── .✦

Overly Cool Persona: He tries to play it cool, acting like he doesn’t care. But then he’ll text you at 3 a.m. with, “U up? I found a meme that reminded me of you.”

Teases You Constantly: Jason’s version of flirting is lightly roasting you. “Did you really think that outfit would work today?” But if anyone else says something, he’s ready to fight.

Surprise Gifts: He’ll give you something like your favorite snack but pretend it’s no big deal. “I just had extra,” he’ll mumble, even though he went to three stores to find it.

Blushes Like Crazy: He’s all tough-guy until you compliment him, and then it’s over. He gets red and stammers, “Shut up,” while smiling like an idiot.

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Awkward Genius Mode: He’s smart with everything… except his crush. Suddenly, forming coherent sentences is a challenge. “I-I mean, uh… yeah, computers.”

Googles 'How to Flirt': You’ll catch him peeking at his phone mid-conversation because he’s literally reading “Flirting 101” or reading Reddit threads on flirting gone wrong.

Coffee Delivery: He’ll bring you coffee with your exact order memorized and pretend it’s casual. “Oh, you like this too? Weird coincidence.” It’s not. He asked around for hours.

Accidentally Compliments You: He’ll blurt out, “You smell nice.” Pause. “I mean, not that I’m sniffing you or anything!” Cue him turning bright red and hiding behind his laptop.

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Pretends He Doesn’t Care: He’ll act indifferent but secretly monitors everything you do. “I don’t care what you do,” he says while glaring at someone standing too close to you.

Suddenly Overly Polite: Damian, the king of sass, becomes weirdly respectful. “Would you like me to carry that for you? No? Okay. Are you sure?”

Gives You Fancy Gifts: He gifts you rare, expensive things like hand-picked flowers from the Wayne estate garden. “It’s not a big deal. Just take it.”

Random Acts of Bravery: He’ll jump in front of a moving bicycle or push you out of the way of a puddle, then act like it was nothing. “It was instinct. Don’t be dramatic.”

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

Becomes an Awkward flirt: He’s smooth in public but completely loses it around his crush. “Do you need anything? No? Water? A chair?” He’s offering things you don’t need.

Over-Explains Everything: Bruce will start talking about something mundane and give a full TED Talk. “Well, you see, the Batmobile’s engine is unique because…” You just wanted to know if it had cup holders.

Subtle Touches: He’ll brush your hand “accidentally” or adjust your coat collar, lingering just a second too long. But if you call him out, he’ll stammer, “I thought you were cold.”

Silent Protector: He’ll stand silently in the background, watching like a brooding guardian angel. If anyone flirts with you, his jaw clenches like it’s personal.

Bonus: Dumb Things They ALL Do ── .✦

Group Text Fiascos: They’ll text each other for advice, and it always goes wrong.

Jason: “Should I call her pretty or hot?”

Tim: “Say she’s breathtaking. It’s classier.”

Dick: “Just tell her you love her.”

Damian: “You’re all fools.”

Bruce (accidentally replying to all): “…Delete this.”

Staring Too Long: Every single one of them will stare at you for too long, only to awkwardly look away when you notice. They’ll try to play it off, but you know they were looking.

Clumsy Idiots: They’ll all try to do something impressive—lift something heavy, show off their fighting skills—and it’ll backfire hilariously. But the effort is adorable.

[gguk-n]

hey could you maybe write a lando x reader where when it was clear that lando lost the championship the reader just comforts him but he is distancing himself from her but she doesn’t give up on him so pls a happy end ❤️

established relationship, not very angsty, short

My World Champion

Things had been rough between the pair for a few months. With the mounting pressure on Lando to perform had left him pushing all those close to him away. He wasn't very happy with it but he felt like maybe he could focus better. The person who had to deal with the brunt of Lando's distance was his girlfriend, Y/N. They'd been together for a while and friends for longer. They just got each other like no other but lately Y/N felt like she didn't know Lando as well as she used to.

Y/N did try to bring up the distance. It was Azerbaijan, "Lan, don't you think we barely talk" Y/N spoke slowly, trying to start a conversation with her boyfriend who was sat across from her on the sofa. He didn't bother to even look up, "What's there to talk about when I'm busy trying to win a championship. Let me focus" he huffed. "I didn't mean it like that. I just thought we could spend some time together" Y/N trailed off. "We are sat together right now. How much more time do you want to spend with me?" Lando sighed and finally looked up from his laptop. "I just" she felt her voice die in her throat. 'I don't remember the last time we kissed Lan' her brain thought as she got up and left the room before another fight ensued.

It was during the winter break when things were starting to look up. Lando had just won the Singapore GP, he was more attentive and present; they even cuddled the whole day. Y/N thought that she had her boyfriend back. Oh how wrong she was because as soon as they were back on track; Lando was back to square one. The Austin loss hit deep, making Lando double down on strategising and spending every waking hour with the team or thinking about Formula One. It was like he forgot Y/N existed or for that matter himself. She would sit there and stare at her boyfriend who looked more and more like a stranger with each passing day.

Things had become rocky between them. She felt the divide growing with each passing weekend. Mexico wasn't any better. But Brazil landed a huge blow to Lando. He shut down, he stopped talking to anyone and spent all his time scrolling on his phone. There was nothing she could do without Lando walking out or shutting the door on her face. So, she sat and waited. She would cook his favourite food or leave out his favourite snacks to munch on. But she didn't make much break through on him; as he still chooses to stay reserved, opting to carry the burden alone.

It was after the Las Vegas quali, when Y/N noticed the light begin leave Lando's eyes. All she could offer were words and cuddles but Lando had put up a wall between them. The bed seemed too big for the two of them with either on each side. She stared at the space in between them wondering when it had gotten this big.

After the race, Y/N sighed a sigh of relief. The Championship battle was over and that meant she got her Lando back. She saw glimpses of him when he congratulated Max and couldn't wait to jump into his arms. But it was like Lando was back, just not for her.

That night, they spent it like any other, on either side of the bed. But as Y/N tried to fall asleep, she felt the bed shake. On further inspection, she saw Lando's frame quietly shaking from the sobs as he tried to not make any noise. Her heart hurt watching him, she slowly scooted over causing Lando to stop crying for a moment. She wrapped her arm around his torso and buried her head in his neck. "I love you, my world champion" she whispered causing Lando to turn around. His face was streaked with tears which she carefully wiped off. "I don't like it when you cry" she muttered and pecked his lips. "I thought you fell asleep" Lando mumbled. "Can't sleep without my cuddles" she quipped. "But, I'm not the world champion" was all he muttered, remembering her first comment. "For the world, no. For me, always" she smiled. Lando searched her eyes for anything, but all he found was undeterred love. "And you're not angry?" he asked. "No. I'm happy to watch you compete for the championship because I know, sooner or later you'll win it. Just waiting for that day" she reassured. "I'm sorry for being a dick. I was just" Lando spoke before she cut him off, "over whelmed. I know. But you didn't have to do it all alone. What am I here for?" she spoke tenderly. "I love you" he whispered kissing her for the first time in a long time. "I love you too, muppet" she whispered back. He looked at her for a long time as his hands pulled her closer, running along her frame; "What would I do without you?" he asked. "Crash and burn" she chided. "Agreed" he mumbled pulling her in for another kiss. "You alway know how to make me happy" he mumbled in between kisses. "Only when you listen to me. Otherwise you're Mr Grumpy" she chuckled. "I promise not to be Mr Grumpy anymore" he laughed kissing her again. "Next time I'm grumpy, kiss me. I think all my worries melt away with your kisses" he said pressing her against him. "So, the next time you start an argument, I'm gonna kiss you" she said cupping his cheeks. "Best way to end an argument" he smiled pressing their foreheads together. "I won't disagree" she kissed him again, making up for all the lost time.

[melliemell]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT.. POCKY GAME WITH THE BSD CAST (preferably Ranpo and Dazai, feel free to add whoever u want!!) MAKE IT ROMANTIC TOO PLZ I CANT GET THIS IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD🙏🙏🙏

LOTS OF LOVE - an anon who lost their glasses

👀👀this... this was too fun to write ohmygod you have no idea

Now you've managed to get me stuck on thoughts of silly little moments with those losers too aaAAAAAA I gotchu nonnie, you ask and I deliver😌

BSD Cast ft. Pocky Game

(Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Chuuya; high-key suggestive, blame them not me)

Dazai

“It’s a very delicate procedure.”

“Mmm, big boy business, I see.”

“Shush. Good students listen to their sensei first and give smartass remarks later. Now…” 

 It would be Dazai’s idea, not surprising in the slightest. The thing is, he’d be very convincing about this, all sweet smiles and an offhand remark how cute it’d be ‘cause couples are supposed to do sappy things, duh. An innocent enough suggestion, one you found amusing but nothing to bat an eye about. 

Until you add Dazai’s complete disregard for social norms and he’d be pulling those things out in the most embarrassing, inconvenient places he could think of. Mostly to annoy you, secondly to see how red in the face you’d get if he put you in a compromising situation. And oh boy do those happen often. 

One moment you’d be in the middle of discussing important work matters with Atsushi, the next Dazai’s sliding up in your personal space, pocky already hanging at his lips. Worst is he’d act as though this is your average activity, batting his lashes all sweetly at you as he waited. If you snap the pocky with your hand instead he’d react as though it was his heart you just crushed, you cruel beauty of his.

It’s all fine though, things considered. So long as he does get his kiss in the end. Behind some privacy this time.

Ranpo

No. Do not engage with this man in a pocky game, he will be an absolute menace about it.

Unlikely to suggest it himself as it means he’d have to share his snacks with you. Could be convinced if informed of the chance of getting free smooches though. But he’d whine about it, probably already munching on the pack you bought as you were explaining the rules to him.

In the case of you managing to save some for the actual thing…

“Yeah, yeah, can you get on with it? I wanna play already.”

Ranpo does not, in fact, play. The moment you get in place, both of you biting onto your respective side, Ranpo all but throws away any and all rule-information you gave. Who needs those? Only losers, that’s who.

He’s already bitten off almost the entirety of the pocky, lips finding yours a second later as his he pulls you in, hands smashing up your cheeks on both sides. You can practinally hear him munching on the chocolate which makes this all the more hilarious. Talk about mixed priorities. 

Second try goes just as the first one; any illusions of a game forgotten as you were pretty sure Ranpo’s impatience wasn’t quite something you were equipt for…

The third and final chance (last pocky, unfortunately he ate the rest) wasn’t really a chance, honestly. Not when you could just push him back on the couch and kiss him stupid as you climbed atop. 

He might get the remaining pocky later. Maybe.

Fyodor

“How charming.”

Would be amused by the whole thing. Unexpectedly easy to convince, and it gets even weirder as he calmly complies with the rules, nodding patiently. Before you know it you’re staring down at each other, one pocky distance between you two.

Not the type to rush into things, letting you get closer to him instead. Expect a lot of raised eyebrows and chaste kisses as you get through the whole pack. Did you think this was a one go thing? Silly you. A happy, satisfied partner is a compliant one, after all. Little things like this cost him nothing, but could bring a smile on your face. Why would he waste an opportunity like that?

Unlikely to push things further… but just as unlikely to stop you from leaving a few more kisses on him. One or two at the edge of his lips. One accidentally finding its way on his jaw. A trail of feathery brushes down his throat and soon he’d be getting the memo pretty well. 

You can’t help it. There’s something about Fyodor’s damned calmness that always leads to this. Maybe it’s the presence of character; something solid and secure before you that always manages to crawl under your skin. You’d be pulling at his shirt and trousers before you know it, pocky game entirely forgotten.

Chuuya

This one’s a trickie.

Chuuya’d be split between wanting to give in to your sillies, but also… why? Why this? Why not go to that nice and fancy restaurant he talked to you about? The one with the molten chocolate cakes; he’d treat you to all the sweets in the world if you’d ask him. 

Embarrassed at first, and trying his best to sneakily pull himself out of the situation. Until you finally manage to corner him, pocky box in hand and a roguish glint in your eyes.

Maybe it was his dignity, or maybe he was playing too much into the tough guy persona. But the moment you sat him down, a winner’s determination written all over your face– oh, no. Hell no, this was on.

Forget about any cute couple moments. Oh nono, it was all narrowed eyes and prolonged stares of intense analysis, each trying to predict the others’ move. One wrong decision, just the slightest distraction and–

Before Chuuya had you round the waist, rolling you suddenly on the bed as a panicked yelp flew from your lips. The absolute ass. And he’d be laughing about it too, looking down at your sprawled form with the goofiest smile, trying to bite into his lower lip to stifle yet another fit. 

“You all good, sweets? Guess ya lost this round.”

And you’d pull him down, your breath ghosting over his widening grin.

“We’ll see about that.”

[ledesaid]

Seeking a Father for Saturday ►○◙◄ #1

Do you know the solution to enjoy the snack table on Bring Your Child to Work Day?

Billy had an idea, you might be thinking of the same answer, and no, it doesn't include cloning himself...

Just asking for a small, tiny, and harmless favor.

What could go wrong?

There is a gift bag at stake, and Billy knows from a good source, Nightwing, that Batman has included two limited edition toys and a generous supply of various candies for several weeks for each child who confirms their attendance.

"So... if I didn't hear wrong... you want me to bring you in your mortal form on Saturday?"

"Yes?"

There are very few people Billy would ask this of. Really very few. If he really didn't want Batman to find out, this was the way... or so Billy believed.

"Your bravery flatters me, kid, but that statement is going to get you in a lot of trouble. I've already pawned my firstborn."

"So... is that a no?"

"Sorry, Cap, but hey, there are many good guys in the league, try another. I've heard from a good source that Batman has a horde of kids at home. Jefferson calls them Batman Incorporated."

Well, getting Constantine's help would have been easy, but he didn't want to impose... but he had no more viable ideas. It would be very strange for Victor to say he's his dad, and Zatanna would scold him for lying like that...

It's not a lie, it's not a lie if the truth is slightly altered to be clarified at the end... preferably before the day ends. A simple "Hey, it was just a godchild, nephew..."

But now he was doubting... His secret was important... who in the league?... Who in the league could he ask for help?

As Mr. Constantine said, Billy was brave... he needed an adult who was also brave... Someone who could lie... obscure the truth and have fun in the meantime... Brave...

Brave... Brave like...

A lantern.

And coincidentally, he had three today. Hal, Jon, and Guy.

Billy knew Jon wouldn't be very open to helping if he found out he was a child; Hal prided himself on being single and not having kids; Guy was someone who couldn't be forced to tell the truth... He was a cool guy!

And you know what would be even cooler?

For him to be his ticket to the gift table!

Finding him alone in the cafeteria was lucky and even more so that there wasn't a Kryptonian in the watchtower to spy on their conversation.

"Hey, Guy, got a minute?"

"You're in luck, big red cheese, my burger is taking its time, shoot..."

"Well.... you've heard the fuss for Saturday... for the day to bring..."

"... your gremlins to work, Nightwing is spamming everywhere."

"I have a small... Yes!, a small... um..."

He didn't think much about it certainly, this was very spontaneous. How could he tell Guy, 'Hi, I'm a kid who wants you to be my dad for Saturday and hey keep it secret or Batman will eject me from the watchtower for not meeting the minimum age'?

There's no way. Not in Billy's mind at this moment. And wasn’t he supposed to be the brave Captain Marvel?!

"Look, Guy, I'm actually a ten-year-old kid who wants a gift bag and the whole show on Saturday, but I can't tell Batman or he'll kick me out..."

It's an understatement to describe how Guy’s expression bewildered. Billy supposed it didn't go so badly upon seeing Guy laughing heartily while slapping the cafeteria table.

"Damn, Cap! That's the funniest thing I've heard in the last decade!"

But Billy didn't blink. He also didn't doubt. It took a bit, but Guy seemed to understand that Billy was serious.

"Hell, you must be joking... You're joking, right, Marvel?"

"Not at all."

Guy looked at Billy from head to toe... Trying to find some logic...

"Are you an underdeveloped kid or something? Or is it some magic thing that gives you these steroids?"

"A magic thing."

Guy grabbed his burger to savor it.

"Well... I've seen weirder things out there."

"So... is that a yes?"

Guy mumbled unintelligible things while chewing, but to Billy's surprise who was about to run away...

"If you cover one of my shifts, we have a deal, Cheeky Red Cheese."

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Part 2

[dira333]

Wrong name only - Bokuto x Reader

for @liquidcatt for the Milestone Event Week 2

“Okay, here are the rules!” Koutarou explains, gesturing wildly in the passenger seat of your car.

“You don’t flirt with Tsumu!”

“No flirting with Tsumu, got it.” You nod.

“I mean it!”

You laugh. “I wouldn’t dream of flirting with anyone but you, Kou!”

“Thanks,” he smiles before turning serious again. “But this is Tsumu, he’s got a lot of fans.”

“Okay, but I’m your fan, I can’t be both.”

“True,” Koutarou hums, distracted for a second before he remembers.

“Next rule. Oomi-Oomi doesn’t like handshakes.”

“No handshakes, gotcha.”

“Oh, high fives are the same thing, apparently.”

“Really?”

“I know, weird, right? Oh, but can nod at him. He likes that.”

“Nodding at… wait, who was that again?”

“Oomi-Oomi? It’s the one with the curly hair. You called him Mr. Fancy Hair.”

“Okay, nodding at Fancy Hair. What else?”

“Well, you know Shouyou, so you can with him what you want.”

“Can I flirt with him?”

“No!” Koutarou laughs at that obvious jab. “B’sides, he’s bringing his girlfriend.”

“Great, so I can flirt with her.”

“Be serious.”

“I am serious. Who are you?”

“I’m Koutarou.”

You stop in front of a red light and use the chance to lean in for a kiss, giggling against Koutarou’s pouting lips.

“Next rule?” 

“Oh, next rule,” he coughs as he thinks. “I think that’s it. Today you’re only meeting those three. And Samu. And Akaashi, but you know him.”

-

“I’m not flirting with you!” You decidedly tell the guy at the door, as you’ve been instructed.

“That’s Samu,” Koutarou bellows happily behind you, cradling you the snacks you brought along.

“Oh, hi.” You move to shake his hand before hesitating. “Can I shake his hand?” You turn to ask Koutarou who nods vigorously. 

“Sorry, I’m not good with names.”

“All good,” Samu waves you in, clapping Koutarou on the shoulder with a force that leaves you shaking in fear. Former volleyball player, you’re sure. 

His twin finds you at the next corner, blond hair falling into his eyes as he winks at you.

You decide to play it safe, nodding in his direction before turning the other direction, running into someone whose face is familiar but his name is definitely not.

“Mr. Fancy Hair,” you call out, your brain void of anything better. He curls his nose upwards in obvious confusion and you duck under his arm in search of your boyfriend. 

You’re not making the best impression here.

You find Kotarou in the kitchen, with - of course - Akaashi by his side.

“Save me,” you hurl yourself at him and he catches you with ease.

“What did you do?” Koutarou asks while Akaashi watches, clearly amused.

“I messed up all their names and stuff. I did not flirt with Samu, I nodded at Tsumu and I just called Oomi-Oomi Mr. Fancy Hair.”

Koutarou laughs. “So, they all met you. That’s good.”

“But I wanted to make a good impression,” you whine.

“The way I see it, you made the best impression already,” Akaashi drawls across from you, smiling. “You make Bokuto happy. What more do we need, as his friends?”

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[enidette]

STRANGE CANDY

warnings :: both are 18+, carl, riding, piv, manhandling, humiliation, nipple play, teasing, begging, overstimulation

denise was a gift, truly. she saved many lives which proved a lot about her. but she needed help, and you along with a few others volunteered to be her medical assistants. you were the only one your age however, it kind of boosted your ego. learning all of this and helping people so young.

you dealt with patients nearly every day. it was typically older people, with he exception of one boy, one around your age. you got a glimpse of him around alexandria, you knew he came for check-ups and cleanings for his eye. he’s cute, but you’ve never gotten lucky enough to be the one to help him.

but when you see him, he’s always looking at you first. and if you’re not being too cocky, he seems like he’s trying to get your attention. but his lack of experience in the flirting department leaves him failing ninety percent of the time. but that only drew you to him more; how pathetic he was.

today is a particularly short-staffed day, meaning denise had gone on a run and you as well one other intern were the only one’s in the infirmary. even that lasted a short while, due to the lack of patients today your coworker decided to call it. checking with you before leaving you to the rest.

there was only maybe two hours until sundown, which is when denise should be returning. then you could go home. so you didn’t mind being left there, especially at the rate of, well, no patients today.

you make your way to the bag you bring every day, whipping out the comic you bring in case of a slow day. you sit where denise usually does and let yourself get into it. your hands mindlessly go to the stash of snacks in your bag before you’re interrupted by a soft knock.

guess you couldn’t have it all your way.

you put your things away and hurry to the door in case of an emergency, opening it to see him. the cute loser, the leader’s kid. well you couldn’t complain now, could you?

he seems taken aback at the sight of you, stammering slightly. “where’s denise?” you frown but stand to the side to let him in.

“she’s out on a run.” he gives you a weird look, no doubt confused as that’s not denise’s forte. “looks like you’re stuck with me.” you give him a sorrowful look that you only half-heartedly mean before leading him to a bed.

carl looks down when you sit in front of him, avoiding your eyes. “no offense…” he looks up to see you quirking a brow at him, “i’m used to denise doing this. since she usually has to clean it and all… not many others have ever seen it.”

you hum in acknowledgment, nodding your head in understanding. “okay then,” you place your hands on your lap and give him a tight-lipped smile. “i think you can wait if you want-”

“no.” he cuts you off, causing you to blink at him. he racks his brain for an excuse to get you where he wants without scaring you away with the mutilation on his face. at least that’s what he thinks of it. “you can still give me a check up, right?”

the thought of you so close to him made him nervous. he hasn’t felt this strongly about someone before, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. and with your hands on him? his brain may short-circuit.

but you nod to him with a sweet smile that eases him. but it doesn’t stop his mind from running wild when you stand up to grab his files. his eye can’t help but follow your ass as you walk. that’s how crazy you make him, his brain going haywire at your close proximity. but once you’re far enough away it’s free to be tainted and lewd.

he doesn’t snap out of it until he hears you sigh, and he realizes you’re sat down in front of him again. “so, since i’m not familiar with you, i have a few questions.” he nods as a sign for you to continue. “what brings you here today?”

he laughs a little, “check up.”

you nod, “i know, i know. i gotta ask,” you look down at the pieces of paper again. “is there anything bothering you?” he shakes his head. “do you often drink alcohol or use drugs?”

he tilts his head, “how would i do that?” you shrug and adjust yourself in your seat.

“there’s beer and stuff here, and medications.” you say it like it’s obvious, which makes him turn red at how dumb he may have sounded. but the way you said it, like he was dumb for asking, it made his face heat up.

he just nods, your words starting to become scrambled with the more questions you ask. he half-ass responds to most of them, focused on how hot your voice was coming from your pretty lips. that’s when the next question shocks him and rips him out of his head.

“are you sexually active?”

he chokes on his spit, not knowing how to answer that. the other assistants have asked him that before. it always flustered him having to say no, but it’s much worse when it’s you. the girl he’s been eyeing for way too long. the one who makes him feel like some dumb kid, humiliating him even when it’s something small. even when others probably wouldn’t bat an eye at it. even though you may not even notice how it affects him.

not that he doesn’t like it.

he squints his eye shut in embarrassment, “no?”

“that didn’t seem like an answer.”

and there it goes again, little things like that. making him feel like he does nothing but sound like an idiot. it makes him want to hide away, but at the same time crawl back to you so you can make the embarrassment worse. it’s like you have him on a leash.

“no, i’m not.” his voice is barley above a whisper when he says it. he curses himself for sounding so meek and quiet. how do you reduce him to this? and so easily?

the look in your eyes is hard to decipher. it drives him crazy. did he just ruin his chances with you? did he sound like some pathetic guy? or maybe you didn’t care, and this is just some one-sided attraction and you’re weirded out by his behavior. at least you can’t see into his slutty mind.

“have you ever had sex?” he blinks confusedly at your words,

“the… the other assistants never asked me that-”

“but i am.” again you’re saying things so matter-of-factly it has him curling into himself a little. mostly to hide the ever growing problem in his pants. “answer.” he merely shakes his head, leading you to grab his chin with your hand. you’re standing up now, towering over him while he looks up at you wide-eyed.

“no.” his voice is so breathless, his pupils blown with lust. he tongue darts out to wet his lips, is he finally getting you how he wanted?

a smirk rises on your face, your hand trailing from his face to his bicep. your eyes stay on his, silently challenging him to look away. you lean closer, lips close to his before you whisper, “do you want to?”

the weak ‘please’ he lets out is all you need to press your lips to his. it’s harsh and rushed and has him whimpering. he’s hardly even kissed, and that was only once. honestly, you could tell. but the inexperience was what drew you to him.

you pull away to push him down. your actions caught him off guard, leaving him to fall clumsily with a huff. he doesn’t get a lot of time to register anything when you’re grabbing him harshly by the collar and pulling him into another rough kiss.

he whines against your lips, one hand coming up to your left breast. you swat it away, separating from his lips again to glare down at him. “you don’t get to touch unless you ask.” he lifts his head to give you an incredulous look before letting it fall back down. his hat falling off in the process.

your left hand to goes to his chest, and you give a harsh twist to his nipple, laughing when he yelps. “didn’t think you’d be so sensitive.” you smirk, letting your thumb run soothingly over the bud though his shirt. you hum, “physically, that is…” you run your hand down, stopping at the hem of his shirt. “i see how you act when i humiliate you in front of your little group.”

his breath picks up when your hand slides up his shirt, running along his abdomen. his pretty skinny, slightly toned from all the running and fighting he’s done. he whines out again, grabbing onto you in a way that’s pleading you to go further. to give him more.

you squint your eyes at him, “stop rushing me.” he goes to speak but just shuts his mouth, watching you with a needy, obedient gaze. “you’re gonna take what i give you, got it?” he nods quickly, his eye widening for a moment.

“i-i mean, yes. yes, yes, i got it.” you hum and slide his shirt up, muttering a ‘good’ under your breath. you trail kisses along his skin, starting above his jeans and stopping when you get to his chest.

you can’t help but smirk when your tongue hits his nipple, the way he flinched from sensitivity, you couldn’t help yourself. you listen to his whimpers get louder and breathing get heavier and more rapid with the more stimulation you provided to one side. so you switched, and the noises started all over again.

you glance at his neck, pride filling you at the sight of purple-red marks all over his skin. they went down to his collarbone, then more on his abdomen. some so others could see, some so just you can see.

“please,” he pants, leading your hand down to the tent in his pants. he hisses when you start to palm him through his jeans.

“please what?” you can’t even hide the amusement in your voice, it makes carl groan and shut his eye tightly.

“please touch me.” he breathes heavily, watching your hand travel to his zipper. “more.” you chuckle darkly, unbuttoning and tugging the fabric off his legs. he swallows thickly as he watches you play with the waistband of his underwear.

“you just keep begging and begging.” you tsk and shake your head. in reality, you love it. but you can’t pass up this opportunity. “you’re that desperate to get your dick wet?” you take his silence as an excuse to pinch his nipple again, smiling when he cries out.

carl sighs, brushing his sweaty hair from his forehead. “yes. okay, yes. just please.” his eye is slightly watery and he looks dazed and still rather confused on what to do. he gasps when you slide his underwear off, the cold air and how close your hand was ripped a moan from his throat.

you stand up, causing him to whine at the lack of contact. but the complaint he was about to dish out gets caught in his throat when you lift your shirt off. your work clothes hid the body you had underneath, which seemed so perfect to him that it felt criminal he hadn’t seen it until now.

his eye stayed on your body as you stripped down, watching you saunter off before coming back with a condom in hand. his eye widens and he looks at you hungrily, “do we have to?” you laugh and sit yourself on his lap,

“do you ask dumb questions on purpose?” carl purses his lips and stays silent, but you feel him twitch against your thigh. “you’re such a fucking loser.” you press your lips to his before he can speak, swallowing the whine he lets out at your crude words.

you’re suddenly taking your time, slowly sliding the condom over his cock. of course you pick now to tease him, he can’t help but squirm. “hips?” he asks dumbly, hovering his hands over your hips.

“are you asking to touch them?” he nods, causing you to scoff. “you’re already all dumb and i haven’t even fucked you yet.” his hands grip your hips, sliding your cunt over his length.

“then do it,” he whines out, letting his head fall back. “please.” you sigh, lifting up your hips and lining him with your entrance. you sink down on him slowly, adjusting to the feeling and wiggling your hips. all the while he’s a mess, trying to keep his noises as quiet as he can — which is still quite loud, not like you’re complaining.

you lean down to his ear, “you sound so pathetic.” you laugh, your breath hitting his skin causing him to shiver. your wiggling turns to grinding, which turns to bouncing. it left him a mess, gripping onto your hips like you’d disappear if he didn’t. he couldn’t stop the whines and whimpers of your name leaving his lips.

he lets his head fall into your neck when you tell him how loud he’s being. that laugh you let out every time you embarrass him is hypnotic. it’s like it commands his body to let go and fully be at your mercy. it leaves him feeling even more embarrassed, as he’s fought off being the small, inferior one. but the embarrassment you cause is good. it’s so bad and humiliating but it leaves his cock throbbing in his pants every time.

“i can’t,” he breathes out. “i can’t hold it. ‘have to-”

“hold it.” you snap, tangling your hands in his hair to pull his head back. you look him in the eye, “or you’re going to go again. and again, and again if your pathetic dick betrays you. you’re going to make me cum too.”

he nods frantically, letting his eyes fall to where your bodies connected. that was the wrong move, the sight alone had him cumming without even trying. you watch with an amused look at his face, scrunched up in a silent moan. his body shook and his grip got tighter before his arms fell.

he pants heavily, slowly lifting his head to look at you. he grunts when you slide off of him quickly, too quick. you laid beside him and tug his body on top of yours. you took note of his dazed look, erratic breaths and flushed face. he was so dumbed down, but you couldn’t have him thinking you’re a liar?

“cmon,” you nudge his side with a laugh. his glazed over eye meets yours with confusion. “aww, you didn’t think i was serious.” you coo, running your thumb over his cheek. “i’ll use you as my own sex doll until i get what i want.”

his face flushed a deep cherry red, but he gets the message. and even though he’s so fucking sensitive, and so dumb, already unknowing of what to so, he slides into you again with a hiss. his thrusts are erratic, messy, and fast. you can’t help but giggle, causing carl to grimace. he couldn’t tell when you were laughing out of joy, or if he was doing something dumb again.

“please, be quick.” his rushed voice gave away his approaching orgasm. his face buries into your neck, lazily biting at your skin. “can i touch you?”

you hum, letting out a moan when he hits a certain spot. but he’s so far gone he misses it, unlike before when he would’ve taken notice of anything that made you feel good. “touch me where?”

he breathes out, letting his head come out from its hiding spot to watch what he’s doing. he shakily trails his hand down your body, landing near your clit. “here?” you move his fingers so they’re in the right spot, muttering something about how dumb he’s being. he feels his face heat up and he swore he could cum from your remarks alone.

he circles his fingers, starting slow but eventually speeding up to match the speed of his cock inside you. he whimpers, watching as he pumps in and out of you in awe. he looks up at you, using his free hand to hold onto your waist. “close? please tell me you’re close. i can’t hold on and i can’t go again.”

he babbles into your ear, losing his composure completely. he nearly screams out a ‘thank you’ when you tell him to cum with you, his hold on your waist near bruising as he does. he can’t even move, slumping down onto your body. his arms wrapping around you to hold you close.

he hears you chuckle, and he curses his body for reacting the way it does. but all you do is grab his hat, placing it back on his head from whenever it had fallen.

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Still With You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Ten

Summary: You decide to take a break from Jimin and Jungkook but things don't go according to plan when they both show up during your late night shift Pairing : Luna (reader) x Jungkook and Jimin, f2l love triangle Word Count: 4.3k~ Warnings: Explicit language and a heated discussion a/n: Barely edited per usual 😅 Start from the beginning

"Hey Luna someone's here to see you" I hear Grey yell from the front of the store leaving me picking up the cleaning supplies I had been using moments ago and bring it up front. 

"Oh Jimin, hi! I forgot that you were coming tonight" I say putting everything away. "Yeah I just wanted to make sure to get this to you as soon as possible" he says with a shy smile handing me the pepper spray. I give him a shallow bow in thanks and place it in my back pocket for the time being. 

"So, how was your day Noona?" he asks, hoping he can stay around a little longer. "It was okay, Grey came over and hung out for a little bit and then I took her to Bora for a snack before work" I say glancing over towards Grey for a second. 

"Oh...you took her to Bora? That's cool" he says and I can see that he's a little upset at the mention of it. "Is everything okay?" I ask before continuing the conversation. "Yeah I was just thinking that maybe Bora could be our thing" he says shyly. 

He's really not that confident and cool guy he made himself out to be from our first interaction which is honestly quite adorable but I decide not to mention it.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't even think about that! I just liked the place so much that I wanted to show her" I say apologetically. "It's okay don't worry about it, it was silly of me to think that" he says rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "No it wasn't, we can always go again soon if you'd like?" I say and I see his eyes light up at the offer. 

"Are you asking me out on a date Noona?" he asks, jumping to conclusions and getting some of that playful energy back. "No it's not a date" I chuckle at him and roll my eyes. "We're still getting to know each other better remember" I say playfully pushing him. 

"Yeah I know I just wanted to tease you" he says with mischievous smirk, "But when did you wanna go? I'm free tomorrow if you are!" he asks looking hopeful. 

I see Grey waving at me and telling me to tell him no for some reason so I decide to trust her and go along with it. "I actually have some stuff I need to do tomorrow but I'll text you okay?" I say hoping he'll understand. 

"Oh okay yeah that works too. Well I better get going then, I have an early morning class so I should probably get some sleep" he says before giving me a quick hug. I guess that's going to be a regular thing between us now and as much as I hate to admit it it gives me butterflies every time.

We say our goodbyes and he waves at Grey on his way out to which she responds with a nod of her head. Once he's gone and down the street and out of earshot I make my way over to the register where Grey is. 

"So why did you want me to tell him no again?" I ask sitting on the stool next to her. "Don't you need time to figure things out with Jungkook before you start going on dates with Jimin?" she says turning towards me. 

I take in her words and she has a point there, I know how Jungkook is and although it's only been a day that doesn't mean that I can push him to the side just because I don't know what I want. "Yeah you're probably right. I'll let Jimin know that I need some space too I guess" I say knowing that I really do need to start taking things more seriously.

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A week passes by and I find myself back at work daydreaming. 

I've been trying to think of all of the different ways that things could go between Jungkook and I, but I'm just too scared to act. My brain has been full of 'What ifs' and I'm too afraid of what the consequences of those 'What ifs' might look like. 

I hear the chime signaling a new customer coming in and I see Jungkook walking through the door. He stops in his tracks for a second, both of us just staring at each other before he takes a deep breath and walks over to me. 

"I thought Grey was supposed to be working today" he mumbles and breaks eye contact with me. "She was, but something happened with Smokey so she asked if I could cover. He's fine though, just got into something and messed up her apartment" I let him know in case he might've been concerned. 

"Oh, okay that's good" he responds and we stand there in silence for a bit. "How have you been?" I ask taking notice of the dark circles under his eyes and his disheveled look. "Could be better" he says continuing to mumble before clearing his throat and asking me the same question. 

"I'm okay, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately and-" I start but get interrupted by the sound of yet another customer walking in but my eyes widen in horror seeing that it's Jimin.

"Hi Noona!" he greets coming in with a big smile. He copies what Jungkook had done just moments before, stoping in his tracks now taking in the sight of Jungkook and I at the register. 

"Jungkook..." I start trailing off. "Is this the reason why you needed more time to think? Because you're dating someone else?" he says through gritted teeth starting to raise his voice. "Jungkook please we need to talk but we can't do this now" I whisper trying to hopefully encourage him to keep his voice down. 

"No I think now would be a perfect time Luna" he says in a stern tone that I've never heard from him and storms outside, hovering by the entrance clearly waiting for me to follow. 

"Sunghoon?" I call out hoping the kid isn't too far. "Yeah Noona?" he says peaking his head out from around the corner. "Can you watch the store for me? I'm gonna take my break a little early" I say keeping my eyes on Jungkook. "Sure, is everything okay?" he asks noticing my stiffened posture. 

"Yeah everything is fine I just need to talk to Jungkook for a sec" I reassure him, taking my store vest off and placing it behind the counter. He does as he's told and walks behind the counter as I drag myself outside, dreading the impending doom that is this conversation.

Jungkook stands off to the side now, a cigarette held between his lips as he takes a drag and blows it out when he sees me leave the store. 

"When did you start smoking?" I ask, surprised at his new habit. "Really?" he say harshly "That's what you decide to focus on? Luna cut the crap and tell me what's really going on. Are you dating him?" he says, face flushed from the emotions I can see that he's trying to hold back. "I'm not dating him" I answer plainly, not really knowing how to describe my relationship with him. 

"So what, are you guys sleeping together?" he spits out bitterly. "What the fuck? Jungkook no! Why would you even think that?" I say surprised at his attitude. "I saw the way he was looking at you, like he had been caught doing something wrong when he saw me back there. Is he the reason why you wanted space? So you could mess around with him and see if you liked him before you decided to come back and settle for me?" he says starting to get angry. 

"Jungkook what's gotten into you?" I ask concerned for him. "What's gotten into me? No, what's gotten into you? What happened to being honest with each other? What happened to trusting each other? Fuck Luna what happened to loving each other? You told me you love me and then you pull shit like this? Stringing me along and stressing me out thinking that I lost the most important person in my life because I let my feelings get mixed up. Making me think that it was my fault when all along all you were doing was playing with me because you just liked the attention" he says spewing out things that I never thought he could ever say, let alone think about anyone. 

I catch a whiff of alcohol mixed with the cigarette smoke making me understand why he's acting like this. "Jungkook you're drunk" I say sternly trying to stay strong and keep my emotions in check. I don't want to break in front of him, not like this. 

"Yeah so what? Trying to find an excuse to push me off just because you know what I'm saying is true. How could you be so selfish? Treating me like I'm just some little play thing that you can come back to when you've had your fun. Well guess what Luna I'm done! I'm not waiting around for you hoping that you'll some how love me the way that I love you" he scoffs bitterly pausing for a second " I guess I should say loved because I don't think I could ever love someone like you seeing your true colors now".

I hear the door open behind me and Jimin comes out to jump in and defuse the situation "I think that's enough" he says calmly coming to my side. "Last time I checked I wasn't talking to you" Jungkook says coming closer to him. "Jungkook no, stop" I say quickly blocking him from doing something stupid, "Please let's talk this through later when you're sober okay? I'll text you and we can meet up tomorrow" I say trying to bring his attention back over to me. 

"I don't want to talk anymore. I saw what I needed to see. I'm done!" He says shrugging me off. "Be careful with her. She'll kick you to the curb too once she's bored" he warns Jimin before walking off with a slight sway in his step.

"You okay?" Jimin says turning his full attention to me once Jungkook has turned a corner. "Yeah I think so. I've gotta get back to work though so I'll see you later okay?" I say giving him a pained smile before walking back into the store. 

"Did you want me to come pick you up?" he offers, walking in behind me. "No that's okay I should be fine. I haven't really seen or heard any sign of them in a while so I think they might've gotten bored" I say in reference to the stalker that I had been dealing with earlier this week. 

"Are you sure? I don't have class tomorrow so I really don't mind" he tries one more time. "It's okay, I think it'll help me process things easier if I go alone" I say offering up an explanation for my refusal. He nods his head and sighs in defeat and departs soon after that. 

"Are you okay?" Sunghoon asks me, clearly seeing how upset this all has made me. He's worked here since he was 16 and is in his second year of University now so we've known each other for a while and he's become somewhat of a little brother to me. 

"Not really" I say trying to blink back the tears that I can feel forming. "You can go to the back and take a minute if you need to, I didn't hear much but I know he said some hurtful things to you" he says placing a hand on my shoulder as somewhat of a way to provide comfort. I nod my head and walk back into the break room to take a breather.

'Is what he said true? Was I just toying with him because someone else came along? What the fuck am I doing? What do I really want?' I question myself while trying to take deep breaths to calm down. I let a few tears fall before quickly swiping them away knowing that I really do need to collect myself and stay professional. After a minute or two I'm able to put on that customer service persona that I need to sport for the rest of the night and make my way back out. 

"Thanks for that" I say placing my store vest back on. "It's fine don't mention it" he trades places with me but hovers by the counter clearly wanting to say something. 

"You want to know what happened huh?" I question with a half smile. "Only if you're comfortable with telling me" I let out a deep breath and decide to tell him bits and pieces of the story throughout our very uneventful night.

"So let me get this straight, you're basically in a love triangle with Jungkook and that other Jimin guy?" I nod my head and wait to answer more of his questions. "But because you've been friends with Jungkook for so long you're afraid that if you date that you might have a messy breakup and you'll lose your best friend?" I nod my head again and I watch as he formulates a few more questions in his head. 

"But based off of Jungkook's reaction tonight it seems like you might already be losing him right?" I nod my head but this time decide to elaborate on the subject. 

"He seemed like he was really drunk though so I know he definitely meant some of the things he said but he kind of just jumped to conclusions based off of one look and ran with it. I need to talk to him when he's preferably sober so I can reason with him a bit more" I finish. 

"What does Grey think about all of this?" he questions, curious to see another perspective. "She's been pushing me to make up my mind since day one so I know she's irritated with me. I have no doubt that Jungkook has been bothering her about me this past week so she's probably about to confront me about it too" I say trying to mentally preparing myself for that conversation.

"Have you made up your mind yet? Do you know who you want to be with?" he asks leaning in a bit more, now clearly invested in the whole story. "I thought I did, until Jungkook's outburst tonight. I want to be with him, but not if he's gonna be acting like this. I can't do this whole jealous overbearing boyfriend type of relationship. Like yes some jealousy is hot occasionally but I don't want to have my partner think I'm cheating on them or something based off a single glance" I run my hands through my hair and take a deep breath before continuing. 

"This isn't even the first time he's acted like this towards me. He blew up on me the day after he told me he loved me because his hyungs were flirting with me and he couldn't take it" I say getting irritated just thinking about that day again. 

"So that's why he hasn't been around lately. I was kind of wondering since he used to spend a lot of time around here, like almost everyday" he says now connecting the dots. 

"Yeah and Jimin has been the polar opposite of Jungkook, caring, understanding, supportive, so it's been making this decision even more difficult. I know I've only known him for a while but we seem really compatible. We like the same movies, listen to the same music and we like the same food" I say listing off our similarities.

"But do you like him?" he says cutting off my list. "Of course I like him" I say surprised at his question thinking it had been made obvious. "No but do you think you could fall in love with him?" I take a second to ponder his question and I feel stuck, not really knowing the answer yet. "I mean I think so... I don't know? Don't you think it's a little too soon to be thinking like that?" I question. 

"You don't have to be in love with him already but don't you think that's the point of a relationship? To eventually fall in love?" I take a second to contemplate his word and I feel like I'm getting even more confused. "Yeah I guess you're right" I say "But I still don't know what to do" I finish running my fingers through my hair for the nth time today. 

"Maybe you should just focus on what you're going to say to Jungkook. I'm sure you guys will work things out, and even if you don't then there's your answer" he says trying to simplify the situation for me. "Yeah you're right..." I trail off and he is quickly pulled away by a customer who seems to be in a hurry.

I spend the rest of my shift going through the motions until I'm finally able to go home. Walking back I take that time to breathe and force myself to take a look at my life and what I want out of it. 

Jungkook has been an amazing friend and I think he would be an incredible boyfriend, or at least I thought he might. Now I'm not so sure, which scares me. Was he just pretending this whole time to be someone that he's not and now I'm just now seeing his true colors? There has to be something else that's going on with him but I have no idea what it could be. 

I take out my phone to send him a text to at least ask if he got home safe but it bounces back showing me that he's already blocked me. I'm not surprised at this point but I'm still a little hurt at the fact that he just wants to cut me off for this. 

I agree what I did was fucked up and I should've talked it out with him instead of pushing him away so I guess I deserved it. I strengthen my resolve and decide to go to his house in the morning to talk things out. No doubt he'll have a hangover so he won't be going anywhere that early.

Opening the door to my apartment and being greeted by silence used to give me peace of mind but after that envelope showed up on my doorstep I've hated being faced with it every time I return. 

My mind is racing with all that I'm planning to say to Jungkook so I decide to turn on the TV to drown out all the thoughts that are running circles around my head. 

I set an alarm on my phone for eight so I can go to the store before Jungkook wakes up to get stuff that'll help with his hangover and right as I reach for the remote to press play on the Netflix show I've been planning to catch up on I'm interrupted by a sound outside my door. My heart goes into overdrive and I wait a few seconds before getting up to go check. 

Making my way over to the door I'm greeted with, yet again, another red envelope, this time having been slipped under my door. They know that I'm home, they wanted me to know that they're still watching me. 

I decide against opening the door this time and look through the peep hole instead to see if they're still in the hallway. The hallway looks empty but I know better than to open the door so with shaking hands I pick up the envelope and take it over to the couch.

I open it up and see that this time it's pictures of Jungkook, Jimin and I from tonight inside the store, me arguing outside with Jungkook as well as Jimin and I talking outside afterwards. 

I try to visualize what our surroundings had looked when we were outside to see if I could remember if there had been anyone outside that could've been the one taking pictures of us but no matter how hard I try with just the shock of seeing Jungkook my whole attention had been solely on him. 

Jungkook's face is still crossed out in all the pictures but this time written on the back of one of them are the words 'GOOD RIDDANCE!'. Whereas on the back of one of the pictures of Jimin and I are the words 'Who the fuck is this?!?!?' with his face circled a bunch of times. 

Seems like no matter what guy I'm with this person doesn't like them. Makes me think that the sick fuck is not only obsessed but also in love with me. What the fuck did I ever do to deserve this? Why is all of this suddenly happening all at once? No matter what I do I can't seem to catch a fucking break.

I pick up my phone and call Grey, not wanting to bother Jimin this time and she luckily picks up on the fourth ring. "This better be good?" she lets out groggily, clearly upset that I had woken her up. "Stalker guy is back" I say simply and hear her bed creaking signaling some kind of movement on her end. 

"What the fuck? What happened this time? Are you okay?" she says hoping to get some more information about what we're dealing with. 

"Yeah I'm fine, surprisingly it didn't bother me as much as it did last time. I'm more pissed than anything. Like what about my life is so interesting? I'm just an average person working an average job and doing average things. Why would my life be remotely interesting?" I say exhausted with the added annoyance of this guy showing up again. 

"In case you haven't noticed Luna you're kinda hot. Hell if you weren't my best friend I might even go for you" she teases. "Grey this isn't helping" I whine. "Okay okay I'll stop. What did the stalker guy do this time? Was it another envelope?" she questions. "Yeah but it was only pictures from tonight" I say preparing myself for having to tell her everything that happened.

"Did something happen tonight?" she questions and I can tell she knows there's something else going on. "Jungkook came by the store looking for you" I say and I hear her mumble a curse under her breath. "Luna I'm sorry, he's been coming around every once in a while to check up on you and see how you're doing. I didn't tell you because he's still my friend too you know so-" 

"Grey it's fine, it doesn't bother me" I say cutting her off. "Okay good, I feel like I'm always put into an awkward position between the two of you so I never really know what to do. Plus he usually calls or texts me before coming" she explains further. 

"Yeah well he was drunk so I'm not surprised he didn't let you know" I say rolling my eyes at the thought. "He was drunk? Did he say something?" she says and I can tell she's already wincing. "Boy definitely gave me a piece of his mind that's for sure" I say rubbing my temples. "You okay?" she asks hoping he didn't do too much damage.

"Yeah, he came in and then Jimin came in a few minutes later and he jumped to conclusions and assumed that we were dating and/or sleeping together. He basically called me an attention whore and that I was playing with his emotions so I know he's just hurt and trying to hurt me too in his drunken state. I know that wasn't him, or I hope it wasn't. I've seen so many drastic changes in his character lately that it's starting to scare me. It seems like he's changing into a different person and I'm not sure if that's the kind of person I want to be around, let alone date" I let out honestly. 

"So what are you gonna do?" she asks, hoping to help me at least start to voice it all. "I guess I'm just gonna tell him how I feel, one of the last things he said to me though was that he was done and he didn't want to talk anymore so I'm not even sure if he'll talk to me even if I tried. I'm planning on going over to his place in the morning and bringing him stuff for his hangover so I guess we'll just have to wait and see if he let's me in or not".

"And if he doesn't let you in?" she questions. "Then I guess I'll have my answer" I say and lay down, grabbing one of the throw blankets I have and crawling under it. "I should probably let you go though since I woke you up. Thanks for answering" I say, thankful that I have someone like her to count on. 

"Yeah no worries, let me know how things go tomorrow okay? Let's meet up afterwards and go to Bora, I know that'll probably cheer you up, plus I owe you one" she says nonchalantly. 

"You just want to go to Bora again to see that guy huh?" I tease. "No! I- I just really like their macarons okay! It has nothing to do with him" she denies nervously. "Whatever you say" I say after laughing a bit at hearing how flustered she sounds. 

"Goodnight Luna" she says with a monotone, "Goodnight Grey" I say and end the call, lock my phone and will myself to sleep, tossing and turning soon leading to a well earned night's rest.

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After doing this spoiler-free 50 questions about Rook, I kept thinking about all the other aspects of everyone's Rooks that would be fun to know about.

Here's 50 questions about Rook, with some mild spoilers in the questions, with endgame spoilers in the last 10:

What is Rook's first impression of Solas? Does it change after seeing his regrets?

2. What does Rook think of the Lighthouse?

3. Does Rook join Bellara and Lucanis on cooking rotations?

4. Did they save Minrathous or Treviso from the dragons? Why that city?

5. Which faction outside their own does Rook get along with the best?

6. Which area of the map is Rook's favourite to visit?

7. Did Rook ever encounter the Blight before the events of the game?

8. Does Rook like the room that Harding and Neve assigned to them? Or are they jealous of one of the companions' spaces?

9. Does Rook ever initiate activities with the companions? What kind?

10. What chore around the Lighthouse would Rook do without being asked?

11. What decor for the Lighthouse did Rook choose? Why?

12. Does Rook join book club?

13. Which companion did Rook romance? What was the moment they fell in love?

14. Which of the companions outside of their love interest is Rook closest to?

15. Which companion quest hit Rook the hardest?

16. Does Rook actively eavesdrop the Lighthouse banter, or is it something they hear in passing?

17. What is Rook's opinion on abominations, and specifically Spite?

18. Does Rook only wear armour from their faction or do they branch out with their appearances?

19. What does Rook think of living in the Fade?

20. Which god do they believe is the bigger threat?

21. What does Rook think of Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain?

22. Did Rook know any Dalish beliefs or lore before the game began?

23. What is their opinion on the death of the Titans?

24. Does the event that sent them away from their faction haunt Rook?

25. How did they end up travelling with Varric after meeting him?

26. What is their relationship like with Varric and Harding pre-game?

27. Does Rook like being in charge of their team?

28. Does Rook compare themself to the HoF, Hawke, or the Inquisitor?

29. What are Rook's first impressions of the Inquisitor?

30. Does Rook take their coffee black, cream and sugar, or drink tea instead?

31. What quest did Rook find the most disturbing?

32. Did Rook spare the mayor of D'Meta's Crossing?

33. Does Rook encourage their companions to stick to their dreams/traditions, or branch out into something new?

34. What's Rook's reaction to Solas using blood magic to bind them together?

35. Does Rook heed Solas' advice?

36. Does Rook think that witnessing Solas' regrets and going through his things in the Lighthouse is invasive, or is it collecting information on the enemy?

37. What does Rook always request on the shopping list?

38. Did Rook pick their spot at the head of the table?

39. Will Rook go into the pantry for snacks/ingredients while Lucanis is in there?

40. What does Rook think of Emmrich keeping Johanna's skull in his room and communicating with it? Do they join in on bullying her?

41. Where is Rook's favourite spot in the Lighthouse?

42. Who did Rook choose to lead the distraction group on Tearstone? Do they regret their choice?

43. How does Rook decide who to bring with them on quests?

44. Does Rook confide in anyone about their own problems?

45. Did Rook see the twist with Varric coming or were they blindsided?

46. What was Rook's reaction to learning they were gone for weeks?

47. What is Rook's mental state going into the final set of events in Minrathous?

48. Does Rook hold a funeral for their fallen companions & Varric after the game?

49. Does Rook feel guilty about how they got Solas to stabilize the Veil?

50. What does Rook do post-game?

+1 Does Rook carry any kind of trinket or talisman?

[scinglives]

"I know you're ready." Callum said, this had been such a long time coming, and although the pregnancy seemed to have gone by so quickly. He knew these last few weeks had been dragging for Maya.

"it's not embarrassing, your waddle is adorable." Callum insisted and kiss her shoulder softly. watching her for a moment. "You want a hand getting out? We can get comfortable in bed, I'll bring your snacks up. Put a movie on? What do you think?"

Maya lifted a hand to gently run it through is hair, wondering if it was best that she get out of the bath now. She was sure the tile floor couldn't exactly be comfortable to Callum, she imagined it was quite cold.

"I know the closer to my due date I get, the better it will be for them but I'm ready. I want them in here, in my arms and I want to be able to walk without waddling cause that's getting embarrassing."

[allwaswell16]

[4 pics, 4 quotes, 4 iconic 1D fics]

Iconic fics by ...

- alwaysxlarrie -

[1]

Sparks of euphoria shot through his veins, which made it very hard for him to refrain from making loud noises, such as shouting victoriously; he didn’t want to reagitate Harry’s migraine. He resigned to just give Harry a wide smile, poked his dimple, and told him he was happy to help, instead. It was a far cry from how he actually wanted to react, but. Such was life. 

As he peeked over at the dry erase board, he made a vow to, as long as he was able to, always have a sweet message written on it for Harry.

“you’ve got a smile that shines as bright as a full moon on a dark night. i hope you never run out of reasons to smile.”

[2]

When Harry goes back to the library a few hours later to see if he’d left his headphones on the table, he doesn’t end up finding them. Instead, he finds something much, much better. He finds a note from Louis and one of Louis’ hoodies. The note says ‘don’t worry, curly, i have your headphones! they’re safe and sound with me :) i’ll bring them to the next meeting, no worries. I got you xo’

So, no, Harry won’t be able to use his headphones for the next week. And yes, it will suck major ass. 

But. 

He’ll have Louis’ hoodie that’s absolutely magnificently coated in his delicious scent, a handwritten note from Louis, and him telling Harry that he’s got him. 

Harry knows that it can’t be love; it’s too early and too fast for it to be love, but. 

It’s definitely something.

[3]

Harry’s eyebrows furrow and he scratches the tip of his nose as he offers, “um, yes. That’s me. I’m sorry, have we met?”

The man bites his bottom lip as he shakes his head. “No, I don’t think so. I’m Louis, it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, as well.” Harry reaches a hand out, figuring that even if he doesn’t know who this beautiful man is, it would be a felony to not offer his hand. In marriage. Or a formal handshake. Either or, really.

When their hands touch, a spark shoots up Harry’s hand straight to his spine, making him shiver. Louis seems to notice the effect their handshake has on Harry when he raises his eyebrow. After he squeezes his hand one last time, Louis releases it and puts his hands in his pockets.

[4]

“Do you have any fruits you want in it specifically, or are you okay with all of them going in?” Harry asked. His eyes were on Louis, and his fingers were already moving to open the tupperware with excited impatience.

“Honestly I’m sure whatever you decide to give me will be perfect, bub.” Louis assured him before winking and darting off, yelling to Niall that he wanted to get a few more minutes of practice in before they sat down for a proper snack. 

Harry’s fingers were trembling from the rush of adrenaline, scrambling to find the perfect pieces from each baggie to add to Louis’ little fruit salad; there couldn’t be any black seeds in the watermelon pieces, no brown on the apple slices, no wrinkly grapes, and none of the honeydew melon could be too hard. To Harry, the salad would be Louis’ introduction of how good of a friend and provider Harry could be, and therefore, it had to be perfect.

Answers below...

[1] i swear i could give you everything

Louis Tomlinson was not a morning person, so he really should have known better than to start leaving secret notes on coworker Harry Styles' desk before he arrived at the office at 7:30 each morning. But he did have to admit that hearing Harry's reaction everyday was definitely worth it. Not being a morning person might be his downfall in this situation, though. Talk about self sabotage.

[2] you give me feelings that i adore

Harry doesn’t mean to fall in love with Louis’ scent when they first meet after the Alpha joins Harry's study group, but after Harry leaves a sweater behind by accident and it comes back smelling like Louis, he can’t really help it. Nor can he really help continuing to leave his things behind in hopes that Louis will take them home and drench them in his wonderful, mouth-watering scent. He just has to hope Louis will play along.

Or, 5 times Louis scents Harry's things and the 1 time Harry returns the gesture.

[3] you are my destiny (you are the reason that i still believe)

Being a new employee at a company means that you have to learn to brush off the shitty bosses, shitty coworkers, and not getting the credit you actually deserve for things. At least, that's been Harry Styles' experience. Coworkers who steal his ideas in pursuit of getting praise and a raise, and a boss who's indifferent at best and condescending at worst. Harry has learned to expect this reality for the foreseeable future. He's accepted it.

What he hadn't expected was for Louis Tomlinson to waltz into their company, and his life, and change around everything he thought he knew about fate. -- A Cinderella AU.

[4] wanna wake up with you and say baby let's do it all over again

“Alright, I did some Googling and I think I’ve figured out what your thing is.” Niall announced as he walked into their kitchen.

“My thing?”

“Sorry, is that an offensive way to refer to it?”

“I mean, I don’t know. I’d probably be able to give you a better answer if I knew what you were talking about, though.”

“Harry, it’s okay. This is a safe space.”

“No, it’s not. You throw cheese puffs at me any time I walk around naked.”

“Okay.” Niall tilted his head in acknowledgement, then corrected himself. “It’s a safe space for things I deem acceptable.”

“Of course.” Harry rolled his eyes. “So, what’s the thing?”

“Your service,” Niall flailed his hands in the air for a few seconds, “thing.”

“My service,” Harry paused to mimic Niall’s hand movements, “thing?”

“Yes.”

[belovanat2]

Our new chance pt.5

warnings: verbal abuse

One Week Later

The three were getting used to their new routine, and the adjustment was easier than they had anticipated. The only challenge was keeping a few secrets hidden. Alice still didn’t know that Agatha and Rio were witches, let alone that Rio was Death herself.

And Alice had her own secrets to keep…

——

“Alice, dear, you haven’t touched your salad today,” Agatha remarked, glancing at the girl’s plate. Alice made a discreet grimace.

“I’m not the biggest fan of salads,” she replied, playing with the broccoli on her fork.

“But it’s important for your health…” Agatha said, raising an eyebrow.

“I know, but could I eat it another day? I’m really not in the mood today,” Alice asked pleadingly. Agatha was about to insist, but Rio interrupted.

“Yes, you can eat it another day, dear,” Rio said, giving Agatha a look to keep quiet. “How about we go out to the garden and enjoy my day off?” she suggested, standing up and collecting the plates. Alice perked up at the idea.

“You’re not working today, honey?” Agatha asked as she helped Rio with the dishes.

“No. I thought today would be a good day to stay home and get to know each other better,” Rio replied, glancing from Agatha to Alice.

Alice shrugged. What did Rio mean by that? Of course, it made sense that they’d want to know her better since she was staying in their home, but the idea still made her stomach churn.

“Okay, I think it’s a great idea,” Agatha agreed with her wife.

“I made a fruit platter for dessert,” Rio said, taking it out of the fridge.

“Like a picnic?” Alice asked, starting to get excited.

“Yes, like a picnic. It’ll be fun,” Rio responded, gesturing for everyone to head to the garden.

“I’ll just grab Mr. Scratch!” Alice said, running off to fetch her rabbit.

Meanwhile, the two women were already in the garden.

“Are you thinking of telling her?” Agatha asked, referring to their secret as witches.

“I’m not sure, my love. What do you think?” Rio asked her wife.

“I just worry she might be scared… but let’s see how the conversation flows,” Agatha replied honestly.

“I’m here!” Alice said, cradling the rabbit. Since moving into their home, she hadn’t let the animal out of her sight.

The three sat on the grass and began chatting about random topics while snacking on the fruit. It was clear that Alice was feeling more comfortable around the women with each passing day.

Agatha, sensing where Rio was steering the conversation, decided to bring up a more delicate topic.

“Alice, we’d like to talk to you, if that’s okay. What do you think?” Agatha asked gently. Alice tensed up, looking down at the rabbit in her arms and stroking it.

“Only if you’re comfortable… but we’d be very happy if you agreed,” Rio added with a kind smile.

“I think it’s okay. It’s time, anyway,” Alice shrugged, as if it didn’t matter, though she was still hesitant.

“Why did you run away from home? Did something happen?” Agatha asked softly, sensing the girl’s tension.

Alice took a deep breath before beginning.

“Because of my mom and her boyfriend…” She paused, breathing slowly in an attempt to calm her nerves. She avoided the women’s gaze, clearly finding it hard to talk. “My mom never wanted kids. I was an accident when she was 19. Apparently, I ruined her life—or so she always says…” Alice laughed bitterly, her way of masking the pain.

Agatha and Rio’s hearts ached. This was not a good start to her story, but they stayed silent, listening intently out of respect.

“She never liked me, never loved me. She always said I was the worst thing that ever happened to her. She just never cared about her own daughter.” A tear slid down her face, and Agatha gently took her hand to show she was there for her. “It got worse when she started dating Jackson.” Alice grimaced in disgust. “She began ignoring me completely. The only words she spoke to me were insults, and he felt comfortable doing the same…” Alice was now crying harder, prompting Agatha and Rio to step in.

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry they did that to you,” Agatha said, stroking Alice’s hand. She was boiling with anger inside, as was her wife. Rio tenderly wiped the tears from Alice’s face.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault…” Alice tried to pull herself together. “I think it’s my fault my mom never loved me…”

“No, it’s not your fault!” Rio said indignantly. “Never think that, dear. None of this was your fault!” Alice gave her a sad smile.

“Well, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t take the insults and humiliation, so I decided to run away. And when I did, I knew I’d come to Westview…” Alice finished her story, tears still streaming down her face. She finally met the women’s gaze, which was filled with compassion and sadness. But they had a feeling there was more to her story.

“I’m so sorry for everything you’ve been through. You didn’t deserve any of it,” Agatha said, trying to hold back her tears. “But why Westview? Why choose to come here?”

The moment she asked, Alice grew visibly more tense, which didn’t go unnoticed by the women.

“You can trust us, dear,” Rio reassured her.

“It’s complicated…” Alice lowered her head, avoiding their gaze again.

“We’re good with complicated things,” Agatha encouraged gently.

“It’s one of the reasons I ran away. I’ve always been… an aberration to my mom,” Alice said, choking on the word that had haunted her for years, tears streaming again.

Agatha and Rio grew more worried. What did she mean by that?

“I know it’s strange, but… do you know the Scarlet Witch?” Alice asked, looking up at the women. This time, it was their turn to tense up. Agatha glanced at Rio in shock, and they exchanged silent communication through their eyes.

“Yes, we know her. Why?” Rio replied for Agatha, knowing her wife had less-than-pleasant memories of the Scarlet Witch.

“Well… she’s a witch…” Alice began hesitantly. But her story was starting to make less sense to the older women.

“Yes, she is,” Rio confirmed, waiting to see where Alice was going with this.

“And she lives here. People respect her…” Alice looked up, seemingly drawing strength to finish her thought. “Even though she’s different… they respect her. That’s why I came here.” She finally finished, looking at the women with insecurity.

The two seemed tense and remained silent. “Did… did I say something wrong?” Alice asked, beginning to panic.

“No, no, it’s not that,” Rio tried to calm her.

“What do you mean by ‘different’?” Agatha pressed gently.

“Are you a witch, dear?” Rio asked, though she could tell Alice wasn’t. There was no trace of magic in the girl.

“No, I’m not a witch… that’s not why I came here.”

“Then why?” Agatha asked again.

“You’ll hate me…” Alice said, clutching the rabbit tightly and hiding her face in its fur. The women moved closer to her. Rio gently took Mr. Scratch from Alice’s arms and began stroking her back.

“We won’t hate you.”

“Promise?” Alice asked, her eyes filling with tears as she looked at them in desperation.

“We promise,” Agatha said with an encouraging smile, while Rio nodded.

“Something happens to me… with my mind… and I can’t control it…” Alice’s heart raced as she whispered. “Sometimes I’m 17-year-old Alice… but sometimes I’m also 3-year-old Alice.” She rushed through the last part and curled up, hiding her face in her knees.

Agatha and Rio exchanged a look, their minds racing. But they understood what Alice was trying to say.

“Dear, look at me,” Agatha said, gently lifting Alice’s chin to meet her eyes. She tenderly wiped away the girl’s lingering tears. “You regress? Is that it?” she asked softly, and Alice nodded, feeling less inclined to speak. “And that’s why you chose to come here? Because people here accept those who are different?” she asked again, and Alice nodded once more.

“Then you came to the perfect place, my dear,” Rio said, cupping Alice’s face and smiling at her. “Agatha and I don’t mind at all that you regress,” she added reassuringly.

“Really?” Alice asked softly, her voice tinged with innocence.

“Really,” Rio said with a sincere smile. “In fact… we’d be delighted if you’d let Agatha and me take care of you,” Rio suggested, and Alice couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “To take care of both 17-year-old Alice and little Alice.”

Alice was stunned, unable to process it.

“What do you think, dear? Will you let us take care of you?” Agatha asked, stroking the girl’s hair.

Nicky had been right from the start: he was going to have a younger sister.

“I’d love that,” says Alice, resting her head on Agatha’s shoulder as Agatha wraps her in a hug.

Rio joins in, making the youngest end up sandwiched between them.

“Don’t you think it’s strange? Not even a little?” the girl musters the courage to ask.

“Not even a little,” Rio says with a laugh, pinching the girl’s cheek.

“Would you feel better if Rio and I told you a secret?” Agatha asks, and Rio gives his wife an incredulous smile.

“A secret?” Alice asks, curiosity lighting up her face.

“Are you afraid of the Scarlet Witch?” Agatha asks, before getting to the actual secret. “Because she’s a witch?”

The girl seems to ponder for a moment, leaving the older women anxious in the silence.

“No, I’m not afraid of witches,” the girl answers, and the women are surprised by the confidence in her reply.

“Even if people say they’re bad?” Rio presses further.

“Yes… because anyone can be bad, no matter who they are, so I don’t believe all witches are evil…”

Rio smiles, pleased with her response.

“And what if we told you that she isn’t the only witch in town?” Agatha begins to reveal the secret.

“She’s not? Who else? Are there more witches here?” the girl asks with an enthusiasm they hadn’t expected. The two women laugh, especially because Alice clearly hadn’t understood who they were talking about, even though it was becoming obvious.

“Us! Agatha and I are witches,” Rio reveals, eager for the girl’s reaction. At first, Alice doesn’t seem to react, but after a second, her face lights up with a huge smile.

“No way, that’s so cool!” she exclaims, thrilled, and the two women feel relieved.

The secret among the three was revealed and respected. It was clear this would be the beginning of a strong bond.

[brie-is-cheesy]

Obey me incorrect quotes #1

Solomon: I made dinner!

MC: …Why does it look like it’s moving?

Solomon: Magic.

MC: Why does it smell like burning socks?

Solomon: …Also magic.

Diavolo: hosting a student council meeting Let’s go around and share something we’re grateful for.

MC: I’m grateful for Beel.

Beelzebub: Aw, thanks, MC!

MC: He’s the only one here who hasn’t threatened to kill me.

Belphie: …Yet.

Diavolo: Lucifer says you’ve been causing problems again, MC.

MC: I don’t think “causing problems” is the right phrase.

Barbatos: Then what would you call it?

MC: shrugs Being creative under pressure.

Leviathan: pointing to a diagram And this is the timeline where I actually talk to my crush without stuttering.

MC: …It’s blank.

Leviathan: Yeah. sniffles I know.

Mammon: bursts into MC’s room Hey, human! I need your help—

MC: panicking I didn’t do it!

Mammon: You didn’t do what?!

MC: …What do you need help with?

Lucifer: You can’t keep avoiding your responsibilities like this.

MC: Watch me.

Lucifer: sighs What would your parents think?

MC: Joke’s on you. My parents are proud of me for being such a disappointment.

Leviathan: I can't believe you called me here just to help you cheat at a video game!

MC: I'm not cheating. It's called "strategy."

Leviathan: Your strategy is me?

MC: Yes.

Satan: reading a book in the library

MC: slams a thick book onto the table I have a problem.

Satan: not looking up I'm not helping you hide a body.

MC: I mean… it’s not that kind of problem, but good to know where you stand.

Beelzebub: holding a tray of cookies I baked these for you, MC!

MC: Aw, Beel, you’re the sweetest!

Beelzebub: pauses, looking guilty …I ate half of them.

MC: That’s fair.

Belphie: You’re so clingy, MC.

MC: wrapped in a blanket, clinging to him This is the only time you’re conscious, let me have this.

Belphie: …Fine.

Diavolo: If I had to describe MC in one word, I’d say they’re resourceful.

MC: That’s nice of you to say.

Diavolo: You once bribed me with snacks to avoid a meeting.

MC: It works on Beel. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Simeon: MC, you’re late.

MC: I was busy doing things.

Mammon: I’m things.

Simeon: drawing a cross our father who art in heaven-

Solomon: Do you trust me?

MC: No.

Solomon: But I haven’t even said anything yet!

MC: Exactly.

Mammon: If you were stranded on a desert island, what’s the one thing you’d bring?

MC: A boat.

Mammon: No, you’re supposed to say something impractical like “you” or “a lifetime supply of snacks!”

MC: I’m practical, not romantic.

Mammon: sulking Well, I’d bring you.

Leviathan: My social battery is at 2%.

MC: I got you. We can leave.

Leviathan: with literal stars in his eyes You’re my player two.

[shaanks]

Do you have some spicy headcanons about shanks? I know that man is WILD

Sorry I've been sitting on this one for a couple of days til I was in better spirits o u o I think you're right, he's QUITE wild, or at least he was in his 20s - early 30s to the point where he's amassed a nigh-encyclopedic repertoire of sexual prowess and knowledge!!

My NSFW Shanks headcanons under the cut (or some of them at least):

As stated I think that man has explored and indulged to his heart's content over the course of his time as an active pirate.

I don't think that's ever been impacted by the other person's (or other people's, depend on the night) gender, although if you asked him about his preferences I think he'd just give you a big ol' laugh and a wink.

THE munch of all time imo, the only thing he enjoys more is making out, he'd have you for breakfast lunch dinner AND dessert if you let him, and as it is he generally will just lay there lapping orgasms out of you until you're so mushy-brained and boneless you can barely manage to tug on him to get him to stop it lmfao.

I think he's perfectly happy to give you anything you want, whatever position you prefer he'll enjoy and blow your back out in, he's happy for things to be slow and sensual, light and silly, or a little more rough and intense, bc at the end of the day I feel like your pleasure is what's far more rewarding for him.

That being SAID, he does have a preference for positions where he can see your face; nothing gets Shanks hotter, makes him feel safer, or makes him cum like being able to press his forehead against yours and see every little expression you make while you're falling apart with him. He's loving and romantic above p much all else in my eyes.

His commitment is with and for you, though he's perfectly open to bringing in a third if you're interested. (He's also perfectly fine with it only ever being the two of you, if that's how you're most secure. Again, he's with you, everything else is just confetti.)

Don't let his kinda lazy silly mirthful ways or the fact that he's pushing 40 fool you. While not every single session is gonna be multiple rounds, he absolutely can and WILL wring you out like a wet washcloth should the need or desire arise.

VERY talkative. Tells you how much you mean to him, how much he adores you, how good you're making him feel, coos at you about how good you're feeling, moans and gasps and murmurs just the most insanely, unfairly delicious things to you, as if he's not already turning you into jelly. And when you factor in the scritch of his beard or how incredible his voice is...

Generally speaking again he's perfectly happy to finish wherever and however you'd prefer, but his preference is pretty much always to cum inside you. It feels more intimate, draws things out for you both, and lets him stay pressed up flush and connected for a bit of cuddles afterwards.

Aftercare is really gentle and loving and good too, he's gonna get you cleaned up, he's got water and little snacks on deck, he'll happily draw up a bath in his big ol' basin tub and soak with you while you both come down from it. Again, VERY vocal about checking in with you, letting you know he's good, and making sure you feel loved and secure. He's very spicy for sure but he's also such a sweetie at the end of the day.

Sorry that went on forever and I still probably left a bunch out, but I hope this will suffice for now!!! <3

[marcelloshdz]

work out just fine

summary: after meeting marcello at a mutual friend's get together, you hit if off very well. requested by anonymous. *”h/n” = “host’s name”

“y/n! are you ready to go?” your roommate called from your living room. 

“yes, im coming down right now!” you called back. you finished putting on your jewelry, spritzed on some perfume, and bounced down the stairs. you and your roommate were headed out to brunch that they’d been invited to, and were gracious enough to bring you as their plus one. 

the restaurant was thankfully close to your house, so it was okay if you were running a little late. once you arrived, you gave the host your name, and were taken back to a large room that was secluded from the rest of the restaurant. you didn’t know many of the people here, so you were a bit uncomfortable at first, but you knew once the drinks started coming, you’d feel better. you and your roommate said hello to their friend who was hosting the brunch, and you took your seats at the table. there weren’t too many people there yet, so you had plenty of options to choose from. 

you didn’t realize it at the time that your seat was gonna end up being the best one at the entire table.

small talk began flowing at the table as the servers brought out the first round of mimosas. you poured yourself a glass and immediately felt at ease. you waited a bit longer for more people to arrive before placing orders for full meals, but you were able to snack on the various charcuterie that filled the middle of the table. 

you were snacking on some cheese and crackers when you heard a voice next to you.

“is this seat taken?” they asked.

“no, go for it.” you answered. you turned in their direction, eyes landing on the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on. he had soft brown eyes, with a perfectly messy head of brown hair to match. butterflies began swarming in your stomach as he flashed you the most perfect white smile you’d ever seen.

“i don’t think we’ve met before. i’m marcello.” he said to you.

“i’m y/n. it’s nice to meet you.” you said with a smile.

“how do you know h/n?” he asked.

“oh, i don’t really. we’ve met a couple times in passing, but i’m here with my roommate, who’s good friends with them.” you said, and he nodded. “you?” 

“we used to work pretty closely together. they were a bartender at a comedy club i used to do stand up at for a while. they used to always make my drinks nice and strong, especially on nights when i was performing for tougher crowds.” just then, h/n came over, marcello standing from his chair to say hi and wrapped them in a tight hug.

“oh! i see you and y/n have met. good. keep talking.” they said smugly. you shrugged it off as marcello sat back down next to you.

the rest of the attendees finally arrived and you were finally able to order your food. as you ate, you and marcello spent the entire afternoon talking and getting to know him pretty well. you told him all about your relationship with your roommate, how you met and ended up in new york. you told him about your job, about your family, and your hobbies. he told you about his family, his work in comedy, and how proud he was of himself for getting to work on snl.

“that’s where i recognize you from! i’ve been sitting here wracking my brain about why you looked so familiar to me. i thought you just had one of those faces.” you said.

“do you watch the show?” he asked.

“not as much as i used to. i used to watch it weekly in like, mid to late 2000s. like, around '05 when andy samberg was on the show. that era is one of my favorites, and i had such a crush on samberg growing up.” you admitted.

“i started watching around the same time. i was a big fan of fred armisen as a latino growing up in comedy.” he said, and you nodded. 

“that’s so cool that you get to live out a dream.” you said to him.

“it’s very cool. i still can’t believe it sometimes.” he said, and you noticed a faint blush on his cheeks. 

you and marcello spent the rest of the afternoon talking to each other. once you were all finished eating, the party moved to a near by bar for more drinks. you and him continued hanging out, dancing and singing to the music that played at the bar.

you and marcello were hitting it off so well, you were internally kicking yourself for not having met him at some other event that you’d found out you both were at and just missed meeting each other. 

“i cant believe we could’ve met three years ago if i hadn’t left that birthday party early.” he sighed, finishing his drink and ordering another one. 

“nah, it wouldn’t have been right. we weren’t meant to meet until now. the universe was keeping us apart for a reason. you just told me that three years ago you’d just gotten out of a serious relationship and were on the rebound. we wouldn’t have worked out back then.”

“would we work out now?” he asked, and you shrugged. 

“maybe.” you said, raising a brow at him.

it was starting to get late and you and marcello made your way out of the bar and started walking down the street. you linked your arm with his, partly because you wanted to be close to him, and partly because you were too drunk to hold yourself up on your own. 

you walked a few blocks, and before you knew it, you were outside your apartment building.

“hey,” you hiccuped, “i live here.”

“i know.”

“how? are you a stalker?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. marcello just laughed and shook his head.

“no. your roommate gave me the address so i could make sure you got home safe.” 

“well, i’m home. so you’ve fulfilled your duties.” you said, but he shook his head. 

“youre not home yet. ill wait out here and you can text me when you get upstairs.” he said. 

“but i don’t have your number.”

“a minor setback that we can easily fix.” he said. you gave him your phone and he typed in his phone number. you smiled to yourself when you noticed the flaming heart emoji he added after his name on his contact profile. 

“i had a really great time tonight, thanks to you.” you said to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“so did i.” he said softly, resting his forehead against yours. you stood silently for a moment before marcello spoke again. “can i kiss you?” he asked, just above a whisper. you nodded with a smile, his lips quickly meeting yours. 

“oh, yeah. i think we’re gonna work out just fine.” you said after he pulled away.

“glad we’re in agreement there.” he said. you finally pulled away and made your way up to your apartment, texting marcello as soon as you got back to your room. he text you his entire ride home, and for a little bit after he got home.

you didn’t realize it at the time, but you were already falling hard for marcello. and he was already falling hard for you. you were certain that the two of you were gonna work out just fine.

[aventurineswife]

Hi! This is my first time making a request but I literally love all of your hsr work and wanted to give it a try! Can I request Aventurine, Ratio, and/or anyone else you feel inspired to write reacting to reader stopping by to see them while they’re working? Have a great day/night!

In the Silence Between Chaos

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Romance, Fluff, Lighthearted, Playful Banter, Casual Humor, Established Relationship.

A/N: HII!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!!🤭💖🫶

The steady hum of the office filled the space as Aventurine tapped his pen rhythmically against his desk, the gold nib catching the light of the green-glass lamp. Documents were scattered before him in a meticulous chaos only he could understand, numbers and risks dancing across the pages. The roulette-themed clock on the wall ticked steadily, but his focus was unshaken—until the sound of the door opening broke the monotony.

"Ah, darling," he greeted smoothly, his striking magenta and cyan eyes lighting up as you stepped in. His ever-present smile softened into something more genuine. "To what do I owe this delightful interruption?"

You held up a small paper bag with a playful smirk. "Just thought you could use a break. Your assistant practically begged me to rescue you from yourself."

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Rescue me? From work? You wound me." But the way he reached for the bag betrayed his eagerness.

Inside was a small box of pastries and a note in your handwriting: For the gambler who bets on everything but sleep.

Aventurine’s laughter bubbled forth, rich and carefree. "You know me too well," he said, setting the bag aside. "But tell me—since you're here—how about we make a wager?" His eyes glinted mischievously.

"And what are we betting on this time?" you asked, crossing your arms with a smirk.

"Whether or not this pastry tastes as sweet as you."

You rolled your eyes but laughed, knowing full well you had already lost.

The rhythmic tapping of keys filled the air in Ratio's dimly lit laboratory. Shelves lined with books, glowing screens, and complex holographic projections dominated the room. The doctor sat hunched over his desk, violet hair falling over his face as his fingers danced over the keyboard. He was lost in his work, eyes fixed on a glowing equation that twisted and turned in midair.

The creak of the door broke his concentration. "Veritas?" Your voice cut through the silence like a beam of light, making his head snap up.

"Ah, [Name]," he said, his sharp eyes softening as he removed his glasses and leaned back in his chair. "I wasn’t expecting visitors. Is there something urgent you need?"

You shook your head, holding up a thermos and a small container. "Not urgent, just… figured you might need a break. Thought I’d bring you some tea and snacks."

He blinked, momentarily taken aback, before letting out a low chuckle. "You’ve come to save me from myself, have you? Very well, I’ll indulge your concern." He gestured toward the nearest chair. "Sit."

Placing the thermos and snacks on the table, you watched as he poured himself a cup. His movements were precise, almost ritualistic, and you couldn’t help but admire the way he carried himself with a quiet intensity.

"I’ve been working on a solution to a rather stubborn problem," he said, breaking the silence. "But I must admit, this interruption is… welcome."

You leaned forward, curiosity piqued. "What’s the problem?"

His lips curved into a small smile. "A theoretical model on multidimensional communication. Fascinating, yet infuriatingly elusive. Much like you."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Infuriating, huh? And yet here I am, bringing you tea."

"Indeed," he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "You’re quite the enigma yourself. A distraction, yes, but also a source of clarity." His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the intensity in his gaze made your heart skip a beat.

"Ratio," you teased, trying to lighten the mood, "are you saying I’m your muse?"

"Perhaps," he replied, a rare softness in his tone. "Or perhaps just the only person who can remind me to step away from the chaos and appreciate the simpler things."

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, the hum of machinery around you fading into the background. In that moment, it wasn’t about equations or theories—it was about the connection you shared, grounding him in a way no academic pursuit ever could.

[suunani]

endlessly yours ( huang renjun )

▍ in which reader love babying his boyfriend

content : 1100 words, male reader, fluff fluff and only fluff, boyfriend!renjun, casual kisses, babying renjun (he loves it secretly), reader calls renjun 'baby'

the sun filtered through the large windows of your shared apartment, casting soft golden rays onto the wooden floor.

renjun was curled up on the couch, his small frame tucked into the corner with a throw blanket draped over his lap. his sketchbook rested against his knees, pencil in hand as he doodled absentmindedly.

he looked so peaceful, so him — his (your) oversized cream sweater slipping slightly off one shoulder, his hair still slightly damp from the shower, and his lips slightly pursed in concentration.

from the kitchen, you watched him with a warm grin on your face, holding a bowl of freshly cut fruit. renjun didn’t notice you standing there, and you took a moment to just admire him, the way he got lost in his little world.

you didn’t think it was fair for someone to be so effortlessly cute, but renjun had a way of making you feel like you’d won the lottery just by being near him.

“hey baby,” you called out, your voice sing-songy as you approached him.

renjun looked up, his big doe eyes meeting yours. “hmm?”

“snack time!” you declared, plopping down on the couch beside him and holding out the bowl like it was a treasure.

renjun blinked at you, his lips curving into a small, bemused smile. “you really don’t have to announce it every time you bring me something, you know.”

“wrong,” you said, placing the bowl on the coffee table and scooting closer to him. “every time i do something for my baby, it deserves a grand announcement.”

renjun rolled his eyes, but the way his cheeks turned pink betrayed him. “i’m not a baby,” he muttered, though his voice was softer now.

“you are a baby,” you teased, leaning in to boop his nose. “my baby. and you can’t do anything about it.”

renjun let out a huff, though it sounded suspiciously like a laugh. “you’re insufferable.”

“insufferably in love with you,” you quipped, leaning back dramatically against the couch and placing a hand over your heart.

renjun tried to hold back his smile but failed miserably. “how do you manage to be so silly and so cheesy at the same time?”

“talent,” you said with a wink. “now, open up.” you picked up a piece of mango from the bowl and held it up to his lips.

renjun gave you a look. “i can feed myself, you know.”

“but why would you when i’m right here?” you said, giving him your most charming smile. “let me spoil you, baby. you deserve it.”

he hesitated for a moment before sighing and leaning forward, letting you pop the mango into his mouth. you grinned triumphantly as he chewed, his expression softening as the sweetness hit his taste buds.

“good, right?” you asked, already picking up another piece.

“hmm,” he mumbled, reaching for the bowl. but you pulled it out of reach, shaking your head.

“nuh-uh,” you said. “this is my job now. you just sit there and look cute.”

renjun groaned, though there was no real frustration in it. “you’re ridiculous.”

“and you love it,” you said, feeding him another piece of fruit.

renjun’s cheeks flushed again, and he mumbled something under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch.

“what was that?” you teased, leaning closer. “speak up, baby.”

“i said i do,” renjun muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

your heart swelled, and you couldn’t resist pulling him into a tight hug. “you’re the best, you know that?” you said, resting your chin on his shoulder.

renjun squirmed slightly in your embrace but didn’t push you away. “you say that about ten times a day.”

“and i mean it every time,” you said, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “you’re smart, and talented, and kind, and you’re the cutest person i’ve ever met. seriously, how did i get so lucky?”

renjun buried his face in your shoulder, his voice muffled as he said, “you’re embarrassing.”

“that’s my job,” you said, holding him even tighter.

for a while, the two of you just sat there, wrapped up in each other. the soft hum of the world outside filtered through the windows, blending with the warmth of the moment.

eventually, renjun pulled back just enough to look at you. his eyes were soft, his expression unguarded in a way that made your heart ache. “you’re too good to me, you know that?” he said quietly.

“not possible,” you said, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “you deserve the world, junie. and if i can’t give you that, i’ll at least make sure you always feel loved.”

renjun’s lips quirked into a small smile, and he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “you’re such an idiot,” he murmured, though his voice was filled with affection.

“your idiot,” you corrected, grinning as you kissed the tip of his nose.

renjun laughed, the sound light and melodic, and you couldn’t help but join in.

moments like these — simple, silly, and full of love — were your favorite. you didn’t need grand gestures or fancy dates. just having renjun by your side, holding him close and seeing him smile, was more than enough.

as the afternoon stretched into evening, you found yourselves tangled up on the couch, renjun lying across your lap while you absentmindedly played with his hair. the tv played some random movie neither of you were really paying attention to, and the empty bowl of fruit sat forgotten on the coffee table.

“i love you,” renjun said suddenly, his voice soft but steady.

you looked down at him, your heart skipping a beat at the way he gazed up at you. “i love you too,” you said, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.

renjun closed his eyes, a content smile spreading across his lips. “even when you’re being annoying,” he added, though there was no malice in his tone.

“especially when i’m being annoying,” you said, grinning as you tickled his sides.

renjun squealed, squirming in your lap as he tried to escape your hands.

“stop it!” he gasped between giggles.

“never!” you declared, laughing as he tried to push you away.

eventually, you let him go, both of you collapsing into a fit of laughter. as the giggles subsided, you pulled him close again, holding him tightly against your chest.

“you really are my favorite person,” you said, your voice soft and full of sincerity.

renjun stared at you for a moment, his lips parting slightly like he was about to speak, but instead, he leaned forward and cupped your face with both hands.

and then he kissed you. it was soft and slow, like the warmth of sunlight filtering through the windows, and it made your heart ache in the best way.

when he pulled back, his hands still resting on your cheeks, he looked at you with those big, earnest eyes of his. “i hope you know how much i really love you.”

you grinned, leaning forward to nuzzle your nose against his. “i have a pretty good idea.”

renjun laughed, a soft, melodic sound that made your chest feel like it was going to burst. “no, really, you’re my home."

you tightened your arms around him, holding him close. “and you’re mine.”

in that moment, as the last rays of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon, you knew one thing for certain : you’d spend the rest of your life making sure renjun never doubted how much he was loved.