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[thtt0410]

She didn’t chase love this time — she chose peace, and love found her there.

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[happythoughtswithstefania]

🤔Doing a little research for a course that I'm developing. 🤪I wonder...

What does "luck" mean to you? 🍀Do you consider yourself a lucky person & why?😀

[kcarteruniverse]

“Multicolored conversations making demonstrations presenting illustrations full of visions.”

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[kining-the-evil]

Kinktober Day 2: Edging with James Wilson

Warnings: Dom!Wilson, Sub!reader, Fem!Reader, edging, vibrator, pre-established dom/sub relationship, slight public sex

Taglist: @flowercrowns-goodvibes @hurlonsororitygirls

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"Please..."

"No." James's voice was firm as he squeezed your hand gently. It was meant to be comforting, but with the vibrator he'd shoved into you before leaving the hotel that morning buzzing against your clit you were in no mood for his comfort.

You were at some medical conference with him, and he had gotten tired of listening to you say how board you were the day before. So, to keep you distracted he made you wear a vibrator all day, on just high enough to make you squirm but not high enough to make you cum.

"James, please. I need-"

"I said, no." He snapped, pinching your hip lightly before walking away to get you both a drink.

You shifted slightly on your feet, trying to find a comfortable stance without making it obvious that something is wrong.

"Y/n!" You turned slightly, seeing Cuddy walking towards you. You gave her a strained smile as she got to you. "Have you seen House anywhere? He's supposed to give a speech later, and I need to give him the que cards-"

You tuned your husband's bosses' voice out when you felt the vibrations go up for the first time all day. You had to dig your nails into your hand to keep from making any noise as you felt yourself quickly approaching a high.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Cuddy pulled your attention back to her with a concerned face. "You look very red."

"I-um. I'm a little warm." You fanned at your face, trying to discreetly squeeze your legs together. Cuddy stepped forward to push the back of her hand to your forehead.

"Did you have a fever today? You feel like your body is trying to break one- oh!"

You felt you knees buckle lightly, and a strong arm wrapped around your waist to stabilize you. "I've got you." Your husbands voice slid into your ear, and you quickly hid you face in his neck.

"Gonna..." You warned, and by a miracle the vibrations turned down. As much as you wanted to cum, you didn't necessarily want to do it in front of your husband's boss.

"I'm going to take her back up to the hotel room." You heard him telling Cuddy before a hand on your back started leading you towards the exit.

Once alone in the elevator, James tilted your head up, pulling you into a kiss. You gripped his shoulders roughly, pulling him closer to your body as you tried to ground yourself.

"Fuck you, James." You mumbled against his lips, making the man frown.

"You should be thankful that I'm taking you up now. I could make you sit through House's speech." He threatened, but you knew it was more bark than bite.

"You wouldn't. He would put together what you did in seconds of seeing me-ahh!" The end of your sentence was cut off by a cry when James upped the vibrations. "Screw you!" James just smiled at your words, stepping away from you as the elevator approached the floor.

"James, I can't walk." You panted, leaning against the wall.

"I believe in you." He promised with a big smile which you responded with a glare.

Just before the door opened you were able to push yourself off the wall and stand up fully. James didn't turn the vibrations down as you walked to the room but did offer his hand to keep yourself steady. Thankfully, no one else was in the hall during the walk, and once in the room you collapsed on the bed.

Your legs were spread slightly as you laid there, still panting from the constant stimulation. James walked over to stand between your legs.

"Keep them spread please."

You babbled something that even you weren't sure what it was meant to be. James spread them just a little more as he pushed the dress you were wearing up and pulled your soaked underwear down.

'You're dripping all over the place, surprised you didn't leave a trail behind you." He pulled the toy out of you, and you let out a loud moan at the feeling of no longer having constant vibrations. But you still wanted to cum.

"Please..." You whimpered, making James lean down and run his hand over your hair.

"What, you want to cum?" You quickly nodded, whimpering before he shushed you. "Too bad. You're still in trouble from yesterday, and I have to go down for the speech. Now stay here, rest up, order some food if you want, I'll be back later. And don't even think about touching yourself, because I will know." A few tears ran down your face as James walked towards the door, leaving you alone in the hotel.

[imagineredwood]

11. Brushing dirt off their face

These prompts are super cute i love them 😭

Coco’s eyes are lit up the moment he sees you getting out of your car and walking towards him. He smiles and so do you.

“God, she’s got him whipped already. Look how quick he gets that goofy fucking look on his face.”

Coco gives Gilly his middle finger as he ducks out from under the hood of the car he’s working on, ignoring the boyish banter between him and Angel as he wipes his greasy hands on a rag. He meets you half way, his grin permanent.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Your smile is just like his, happy and stuck in place. He leans his face towards yours and somehow your grin broadens, kissing the very corner of his mouth twice. He’s patient with you. Lets you take your time. It’s all still so new. He knows in time you’ll kiss him directly and he savors the build up until you do.

“How was your day?”

You nod and clasp your hands together, his interest in you and your day always making you feel warm.

“It was good. I got off a little early. Wanted to come see you.”

Coco feels like a high schooler again, butterflies fluttering in his tummy that he hasn’t felt in what feels like forever. He reaches for your hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles adoringly.

“Thank you. I was gonna stop by and see you when I left here. Once I got cleaned up, you know.”

He feels maybe a little self conscious, sweaty and dirty and greasy. But you’re not looking at him any different. Same tenderness as when he’s all cleaned up and smelling of cologne.

You smile again and use the hand that he isn’t holding to reach up to his cheek, using your thumb to brush away some dirt that’s close to his eye. You brush at his lashes and he closes his eyes and lets you. It’s then you can hear the kissy noises coming from the boys that makes you feel somewhat bashful. You almost forgot they were there.

Coco rolls his eyes and keeps hold of your hand, leading you away from them and towards the clubhouse, brushing away any dirt that may be lingering on your fingers as he does.

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[thtt0410]

This March —

You stand in the middle of it all, heart catching up to the rhythm of something new.

And though you cannot see everything unfolding, you know this much—what once felt distant is drawing near.

And maybe, just maybe, this is the beginning of something beautiful.

lettersofdanawin

[01.03.25]

[daisywrites101]

You Are Mine: Yandere!James Wilson x Nurse!Younger!Female!Reader

Request: Yes by @flowercrowns-goodvibes

Author's Note: I apologize that this took so long to get completed. Between school, family emergencies/death, and work, most of my time has been consumed! I hope that you enjoy this, as this is my first fic with this theme.

Normally, Wilson would be in his office updating patients reports, but you had caught his attention. You were just in one of your patient's rooms caring for them as he was heading to his office. All you were doing was checking vitals on the patient, but the way that your scrubs hugged your body drove him absolutely wild. They bring out every curve that you have to offer, and if he could have his way with you..

"Could you stop undressing that nurse with your eyes? This is very sad to watch." The snarky remark brings Wilson's thoughts to a halt, and that voice belongs to House.

“I don’t know what your talking about.” Wilson responds to House, forcing himself to rip his gaze from you. “Sure you don’t. You just spent the last five minutes watching her do her job for nothing. And your dilated pupils definitely just happened out of nowhere.” House responds, voice thick with sarcasm. Wilson shifts in his place, knowing that he had been caught by his best friend. "You know, you could just talk to her instead of staring at her from afar?" House adds. "You know my history, House. There is no way that she will be interested me in the slightest." Wilson says. House simply scoffs, and then his pager goes off. “Welp, my patient is dying.” House says then walks away. Wilson scoffs at his blunt comment, but before he can place his eyes back onto you he gets bumped into. He turns into the direction he was hit on and sees you standing there. “I’m so sorry Dr. Wilson! I was trying to get something for my patient and wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” You say as your face flushes with embarrassment. Wilson looks down at you and sees just how embarrassed you are. Your cheeks are a dusty pink, you’re fiddling with your hands, and you’re avoiding his gaze. “It’s okay. You’re just trying to care for your patients, and I was in the way.” He replies to you and moves out of the way and you rush off. The smell of your perfume consumes the air the breathes in. He can feel butterflies flutter around his body. The smell of you drives him crazy, and that alone gives him the idea to finally make you his.

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You were about to walk out at the end of your shift, but one of your coworkers stops you. “Someone left you this, guess they know you pretty well.” The nurse hands you a warm cup. You smile to yourself and take a small sip. The flavor of your favorite hot drink hits your tastebuds, and you smile to yourself. "I think you are right. Anyway, I'm heading home for much needed rest." You reply and take another sip before gathering your things before going to the elevator. You begin to feel kind of dizzy, but brush it off as you just being tired after working over 12 hours straight. You walk straight out of the hospital and get to your car. Before you could even get in your whole world fades into nothingness as you fall to the ground.

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You wake up with blurry vision, fully expecting to be in an ER bed from passing out in the parking lot, but that was not the case. You seem to be in a queen sized bed with your arms tied to the base of the bed posts. "Oh you are finally awake." You hear a familiar voice say to you. You turn your head to the door way of the room and your heart practically stops in your chest. Dr. Wilson stands there in the doorway simply leaning against it. He's wearing his usual white button up, however his tie is gone, the first few buttons are undone, and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. Why would he of all people kidnap you? Despite how you felt about him, you were not sure about how to feel in this situation. "Wilson? You kidnapped me?" You say in a confused tone. He begins to walk toward the bed, "I did because I could not let anyone else claim you as theirs." He sits on the edge of the bed and rests one of his hands against your thigh and runs it up your body. Your body reacts to his touch as he trails his hand up to your face. He runs the back of his hand down you cheek. He forced you to look at him by lifting your chin up to look at him. "Now, you're mine."

[crazyk-imagine]

Obsession lies Beneath

Pairing: Dark!Benedict Bridgerton x Fem!reader

Characters: Dark!Benedict Bridgerton, Fem!reader, Anthony Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton

Warnings: Slight dark fic content, obsession, possessiveness, manipulation, Benedict gas lighting reader, special tea use, Benedict getting high, reader is innocent, reader not your average dark fic reader, near the end of season 2, reader can be oblivious

Word Count: 2,016

Requested by: @flowercrowns-goodvibes probably something along the lines of him being obsessed with reader and wanting her to marry him, and basically trapping her with no other choice because he knows she’s the only one for him. maybe through arranged or forced marriage or kidnapping

A/N: This is my first dark fic so if it's kind of off or not a normal dark fic, yk why

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After taking the drug infused tea, he got addicted and couldn't do anything else to calm himself other than create terrible art and then came you.

He had no idea what to do then, it felt like there was nothing he could do but then there you were, and he was hooked (in more ways than one).

It was the latest season for young, eligible ladies to do their best at finding a man to call husband and, from his dear sister, he hears you have no one to call your own.

Although it may be troubling for your family, it does leave room for happiness within him, in his hazy mind.

There’s no one eligible enough to marry you, not when he plans on having you for himself (even if you don’t know it yet).

He closes his eyes, imagining you in more ways than one should. No one knows about this, the way he thinks of you.

How could they? They’d think he was insane and lock him up or banish him into his room with nothing to entertain him with.

Either way, a life without being able to see you is not a way he could live- survive even.

The first time he started thinking of you in a mature way, was an accident but once was enough for him to become addicted, a habit he can't break.

His brother couldn't have known what would become of him when he first offered the tea to him, it's not his fault.

Benedict doesn't remember how he got it since his brother was traveling but, as he sips his tea once more and it flows through his veins, he doesn't care.

His mind slows down the more he drinks and the more he drinks, the more he creates. He sets the cup down, staring at the page and sighs. He groans loudly to himself, "why isn't it, right?"

-

You follow Eloise, who happily drags you along with her.

After her minor falling out with Penelope, she didn't explain much about what happened nor did you ask, feeling it wasn’t your place to do so. She needed a friend and found- or re-found you.

You knew the family when you were little but moved away because your father had gotten a business proposal to work out of town and now that your family is settled and has gained a profitable fortune, you decided to come back to the one place you felt... at home.

Daphne, Eloise, and Anthony were the ones you spoke to the most during your youth, not speaking to the others as much and felt you could build a bond with them but didn't want to make them uncomfortable.

Benedict though, he noticed you; he always did. It became a habit over time, another thing he couldn't break, a nasty habit he knows some would say.

She enters with ease, not minding the noises coming from her brother, who disagrees with the sound of someone entering.

With the tea fully sated in his stomach, he stares at you for a little too long; not that you noticed.

You almost never do, not that he minded, it fills his obsession, and he enjoys the fact that you're a little too oblivious to his antics. You wander around the room and his skin feels like it's on fire.

Have you gotten more beautiful since the last time he saw you (two days ago).

You stand beside him and the scent of your perfume wafts through his nose, he closes his eyes, memorizing the scent to memory.

His eyes open, pupils dilating but no one notices as he offers a small smile. "Has something caught your eye?"

You turn your head to face him, a shy smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Sorry, I was curious about this one. You seem so," you pause and work on finding the right word. "Focused. I've always wanted to see an artist at work."

Could this be the sign he's been waiting for since you two grew into young adults? "Have you? Perhaps-"

"You've helped me enough, we're leaving now," Eloise pulls you alongside her. "We'll see you at dinner."

His chest heaves after he rolls his neck and turns to his left, reaching for his cup. This seems to be the only thing keeping him sated as he waits to see you again at dinner.

-

He enters and his eyes are on you, the seat beside you is open, giving him the opportunity to take it before anyone else can. His hands shake as he reaches for the utensils, freezing when your pinkies accidentally bump into one another.

He feels hot the longer he sits beside you. He makes small conversations when you initiate it but there's only so much, he can do without making him sound like a complete idiot.

God knows what would happen if he was to make a fool of himself in front of you, the person of his dreams.

His mind wanders and he's lost in thought with... you are laying on the couch beneath his window, showing just enough skin to make him lose his cool. He'd lean closer towards you and lean in, listening to every little noise that comes from you.

He would stare into your eyes until he's close enough to gather the courage and kiss your perfect lips. He wouldn't be able to bring himself to close his eyes at first, longing to see every twitch of your eyes, even though they're closed.

He'd study you every moment he could (and does). He owlishly blinks, finding you looking at him, a questioning look on your face. "I'm- I'm sorry?"

"Are you feeling alright?"

Oh, your caring nature, how his heart beats faster when it's directed at him. You're too kind to someone having such crude thoughts as he; fitting really.

He messes with the napkin in his lap. "I- I- I'm fine, believe me I am more than fine," he mutters the last part under his breath, not wanting you or anyone to overhear him share his thoughts.

-

He ponders the drawing, trying to figure out what's missing but can't and rips the page out of his sketchbook before crumpling it and tossing it across the room.

The ball of paper lands at your feet, you don't know what to do. "Is everything alright?" You ask.

His body tenses. "Are you spending the night?"

"Unexpectedly, the carriage broke, and repairs won't be able to start until tomorrow when there's more lighting." He nods, glancing down to find the cut on his hand from when- he discreetly wipes his hand before you can see it.

"Are you working on something else?" You step closer, inspecting it with intense interest, one Benedict could barely wrap his head around.

"Aren't I always?" He jokes.

You chuckle at the joke because it's true, lately he hasn't been able to focus, nor has he been able to continue with one project. "Are you drawing a model?" You tilt your head, trying to figure out the position you're seeing. "Is that- you draw nude models?"

He nods, "I do, it's one of the important ways an artist can capture the human body on paper." In his haze, he sees the way your eyes trail back to the page even as flustered as you are, you're human and seeing something like this, his art; it exhilarates him. "Would you want to be my model?"

Your head snaps over to him. "Me?" You stutter, "I don't- I don't think that'd be such a good idea. I'm not- I'm not the model type."

"Nonsense," he shakes his head. "You are the perfect model."

"I don't think this is an appropriate topic we should be discussing, Mr. Bridgerton-"

He grabs your wrist, preventing you from leaving. "It's a harmless conversation between adults, is it not?"

He takes in your figure, then your dress, and your hair; all of it, reminding him of a little lamb (one who's wandered into the wrong den). A little lamb away from its family, all alone and waiting for its hunter to snatch it up.

"I suppose but-"

"I mean, it's not as if you'd actually be willing to model for me. It's just a conversation about art." Said the lion to guide the prey into his trap, he thought to himself.

"That- that's true."

Are you truly thinking about offering to accept and be his model? Even when you know if someone were to find out, your reputation would be ruined?

"I want to do it."

"Do you?" A sly smile tugs at the corner of his lips. And the lion caught the lamb. "Why don't we start now?"

You hesitate, fiddling with the sides of your dress. "I don't know. I don't think now is the-"

"If we do it now, no one will know. Everyone in the house is asleep and if they aren't, they know better than to disturb me when I'm working."

"I," you gulp before nodding. "Okay."

Maybe he's right, now would be a more idle time to practice.

"Okay?"

You give him a reassuring look.

-

He turns, the chesire cat like smile never fading even as he adjusts you to the position, he knows will come out perfectly.

You're nervous, letting him see you this way, so exposed, your heart beats at a mile a minute. You don't know whether to let him continue or leave while your morals are (barely) intact.

He glances up; the charcoal dancing across the paper brings you out of your thoughts. "Can I move? My arm is hurting."

"Not yet."

"But-"

"I said, not yet!" He elevates his voice.

You gulp, not saying anything further, deciding it's best not to aggravate him further.

After a while and 2 candles later, a satisfied sigh escapes him.

Your shoulders feel lighter, knowing that he's happy with his latest creation.

"You," he starts off.

You open your eyes, turning your head to face him, seeing his proud expression.

"You are my best model, I- you are my new muse."

You start pushing yourself up.

The smile falls from his face, "what are you doing?"

You furrow your brows in confusion, "I'm getting up because we're done," you say even though it sounds more like a question the longer you stare at him and take it his expression.

"We have more to do," he sets his sketch book onto the table beside him. "You are the inspiration I have been looking for. You are the reason I will thrive in school, even if my brother paid for my seat."

He kneels beside you, "we will be well-known because of your beauty," he brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "And my skills." He switches between looking into one eye and then the other. "But I can see tonight was a lot, you're tired and should get some sleep."

You don't say another word as you sit up, holding the blanket close to you.

-

He helps you with your corset, making you feel as though you did something wrong.

You shouldn't have done this.

He wraps his arms around your waist. "Get some rest, we'll get a head start tomorrow."

"I- I don't-"

"Don't tell me no, please. I can't do this without you," he spins you around to face him. "I wouldn’t survive without your help. You are the reason I can create again. Please don't leave me alone."

How can you say no when he stares at you like that?

You can't tell him no and then come to the house and pretend as if you didn't do this, pretend as if everything is okay.

"What if someone found out about you modeling for me tonight? What would happen to your family?"

You furrow your brows, suddenly your thoughts spiral back to the beginning of tonight and it's something you shouldn't have agreed to but it's too late to back out; you're too involved and he's the only one who can save you.

You no longer feel at home.

-

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[madwomansapologist]

hiii can we get the “mean/cold to everyone but you” trope w Richie like him only getting you coffee among the bear crew, always sitting next to you during family, etc and everyone noticing esp Tina and making fun of him lmao

being richie jerimovich exception

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synopsis: It's hard to deal with Richie. He can be rude, mean and extremely irritating. But not to you. Never to you.

warnings: none.

note: it's funny how this fandom agress that whatever richie does in a romantic situation will be content for a tina's roast session. thanks for your request dear, hope you enjoy it!

• Subtle people would say that Richie is a difficult person. Honest people would say he's an asshole. Truth is relative, because you would say Richie is your honey bun. Dear in public, handsome in private. Pookie when you want to annoy him.

•It turns out that unlike most other people, whether subtle or sincere, you have one thing that sets you apart: Richie loves you. So much it hurts him. And while Richie's natural reaction to grief is to take it out on the culprit, but he wouldn't do that to you. Because that pain is different than anything he ever felt.

• It's a ache. It's a burning that dominates his body. Richie suffers for you, cries for you, spends sleepless nights thinking of you: it's still love. That's how love works. People get tired of spending the night wondering what will happen. Cry in fear of being rejected. Feel their heart break after a fight. But people also exhaust yourself by talking all night instead of sleeping. Feel their stomach flutter from laughing so hard. Cry with emotion.

• Richie doesn't care if he's not normally like this. If normally he doesn't behave so meekly. He loves you, and he knows he needs to show it. Richie has already lost so much, he won't lose you too because of his own pride.

• Richie will spend minutes yelling at Carmy, but as soon as you appear, his face changes. It doesn't matter if he scolded Marcus for having already explained how to do something, if you ask him he'll answer you with a smile on his face. Your tiredness is answered with a cup of coffee. He knows how you prefer it.

• Whether it's you hugging him at the end of the shift, sitting next to him during meetings, Richie's hand stroking your hair: he makes sure to be always as close as he can. It's nice to feel your body heat. And to feel that you want to be close to him too.

• Tina is the first to try to mock him. He always rolls his eyes and turns away without arguing. Richie won't act like it's embarrassing him to show you he loves you. He would never make you think that loving you is a humiliating task.

• After all, everyone needs to have a soft spot. And Richie found his.

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“i cooked us a romantic dinner! so stay still while i detach the chains from you so we can go sit down, ok?” and Carmy!!!!

This prompt is so perfect for Carmy 😍

Trigger Warnings!!

Dark!Carmy, Yandere!Carmy,

kidnapped reader with Stockholm syndrome

Carmy closed the door to his apartment and laid back against it after a long shift. He sighed, everything was fucked in the kitchen today and he was glad to just be home. He pulled out his keys and locked the three locks on the door before taking his grocery bags to the kitchen and starting to unpack the ingredients to start dinner for you both. Even though it had been a shitty day he still loved coming home and cooking for his girlfriend.

Carmy heard you gently stir in the bedroom even as he tried to be quiet with the pans and dishes. It was late, you were probably asleep when he got home but he knew you, and knew you hadn't eaten yet. He used some leftovers from the restaurant to make a simple pasta and salad and set the table for two.

Carmen opened the bedroom door and smiled as he saw you laying on the bed looking up at him. He kissed your forehead and pulled the gag out of your mouth, only a precaution for when he couldn't be home with you.

The bed sagged a little as he sat down next to you, "Hey babygirl, I made us a romantic dinner." His heart fluttered as you smiled up at him. The aroma of the meal had your mouth watering, you were hungry but used to not eating until he came home, it wasn't so bad anymore. And he always cooked you such wonderful things, it was worth the wait.

"Hold still while I get your chains off and we can go sit, okay? It's all ready for us." He pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked each of your shackles, one on each wrist hooked to the bedframe. You stretched your arms and groaned at the soreness from having almost no range of motion all day. Carmy took your hands and kissed both of your wrists, "You won't have to wear them for much longer babygirl, you've been so good for me."

You blushed at the nickname he had for you, he really was so sweet when you were good.

Sorry its a bit short! Hope you liked it 🥰 feel free to suggest more, I will very slowly get to it!

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[kining-the-evil]

May I request a yandere house, Wilson, and chase (separate) with a fem autistic reader, please?

Yandere!House MD Characters with an Autistic Darling

Summary: Will include headcanons for Chase, House, and Wilson

Warnings: Yandere themes, mental manipulation, emotional abuse, slight frustration with reader by chase, autistic!reader. I kept it gender neutral.

Reminder, everyone with autistic is different and certain aspects are more visible in some and less in others.

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House:

This man is so goddamn autistic.

Anything you do that may seem weird or off to others he doesn't even think twice about.

You're overwhelmed by everything around you? Here, he brought your noise canceling headphones.

You don't want to go to a social gathering? Perfect, neither did he.

You're blunt and to the point? He's never offended by it.

Depending on what your special intrest is it will be a 50/50 chance that he will be supportive.

If it's something he can find intrest in, you both will obsess over it together.

But if he finds it stupid/a waste of time be ready to get berated for it. House will make sure to let you know how he feels about it.

But if you ever get in an argument, are upset with him, or anything else he will buy something to do with your special intrest as a way to bribe you.

If his yandere tendencies are at the point of kidnaping he would do his best to abide by any rituals and sensory issues you have, but he still thinks about his own first.

Wilson

Wilson has been dealing with house for years, so he doesn't have many issues really.

Everything in the house is in a way he knows you like. furniture with textures you can't stand are gone, he makes sure to stock plenty of your favorite foods with the right brands, if you need any extra sensory things (like a sensory swing) he's buying it and setting it up in the house.

He would love anything your special intrest may be, not matter how weird or creepy it might be.

Wilsom will listen to you for hours about whatever it is you're interested in. He basically learns as much about it as you do because you just reread facts to him about it.

Wilson would infantize you a bit, which will be frustrating.

He's a natural caregiver, so he wants to take care of you. And seeing you have something that can make life more challenging will make him want to take care of you even more.

It doesn't help that him as a yandere is very underhandedly manipulative. Twisting his words to confuse you.

Chase

Chase has the least experience in this department.

I think he would underestimate just what it's like to be with someone who has autism, leaving him unprepared.

He doesn't get why you refuse to use a specific blanket, or why you won't eat your favorite food just because it's a different brand.

Chase is an argumentative and controlling yandere, so he may see them as you just being disobedient at first.

It would take a few breakdowns on your part for him to realize just how much these things effect you.

He would try to be more understanding, but he slips up a lot.

One thing he will push you to a lot would be social situations.

He wants that picture perfect relationship, which includes you going to stuff with him.

He does try to give you forewarning about events and some alone time before and after, but if you embarrass him during you better be ready to deal with the yelling when you get home.

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Which SOA guys can you see baby trapping their girl?

**No sexual content, I just have the warning because of the topic. In this context they and the reader are already together, established relationship**

I think at his core, he seeks love and belonging, but also power, and what better way to ensure you're tied to him forever? He's the king and giving you a baby is one way to ensure having you by his side as the Queen.

Juice even more so than Jax just wants somewhere to belong. He felt like the club was that one thing that would be around forever and he will always belong there, but it doesn't hurt to have one more avenue where he will be able to have another family, but this time its his own. Especially in the later seasons where he could already feel the club slipping away.

I feel like this is already like mildly canon. Sure he wasn't maybe necessarily trying to trap Lyla, but I mean 👀 It was obvious that she didn't want a baby and he did and her taking BC was a blindside in his eyes. So I feel like he'd actually be the main one.

I'm half and half on this one. Mostly I feel like at his age he couldn't be bothered with bringing in a baby, especially with how things worked out with Kerrianne. Everything is just too dangerous and the less people you have that can be used against you the better. But at the same time, there's a liiiiiiittle sliver of me that feels like maybe even because of that reason he would. A second chance, now that he's older and much more wise. Another opportunity to do it right. Leave a legacy. And have an immediate family here that he can create.

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