milkingtonthethird

[milkingtonthethird]

guys i hate to be the bearer of bad news but it's easy to tell when something is AI written.

not calling anyone out personally as that's disrespectful, but it's so important to realise how damaging AI-stories are to others and yourself!

i totally understand if you need AI just to get some ideas on what to write, like getting some inspirational prompts or a basic plot-line for a story you've thought about writing but don't know where to start. i totally get that as writing can be suuuper complicated, especially when your brain just doesn't want to...brain. and sometimes, AI can be handy in these cases.

but to copy and paste a whole story from AI and post it here as if you'd written it? oh baby nooooo.

you have no idea how much better you are than AI! stories are meant to be raw and messy and challenging because that's what it means to be human, and it's evidenced in the way we write!

as humans, we were not created to write perfect, zero-mistakes, inauthentic pieces of storytelling because that's robotic; that's what AI is.

while AI excels in it's pacing and grammar and, all in all, the story, it misses one major thing: emotion.

emotion is so evidenced when we write because that's what human writing is based on! whether it be something angsty or fluffy or smut because we were feeling a bit shitty, or happy, or - god forbid - horny. when we write, it's our emotions that make the best of our stories!

which is why AI is so easy to capture, because there's no love put into it, and it's too perfect. i would rather someone's writing be a little messy than AI-written, because it means the author has given it a go and tried their best- that's what art and creation is all about!

and trust, you will feel so much better knowing you were able to complete a story written all by yourself, like how cool is that?!

please don't let AI make stories for you, i would so rather you do it than a stupid robot.

mwah xx

(i've only tagged media that i read and am apart of so if you want to help spread more awareness, please do reblog and tag other fandoms! xoxo)

[milkingtonthethird]

Do y’all ever read the most scrumptious, jaw-dropping, heart-stopping, mouthwatering fanfic or piece of work that you think about days later and consumes your entire brain only to realize you have not followed the author or liked the post? Like literally why do I do that. I fucking love your writing. You are the best person ever and I adore you. So why am I not invading your feed? What the fuck am I doing?

Might be an ADHD moment idk. I wish my phone was hooked to my brain so when I’m reading something that gives me a crazy amount of endorphins I’ll already like and follow.

[milkingtonthethird]

TWO PRETTY BEST FRIENDS

CLARK KENT and BRUCE WAYNE

WARNINGS: smut, threesome, oral m!receiving, afab!reader, oh my god this is filthy

WORD COUNT: 737

MDNI, PLEASE.

They never really thought they’d be in this position. Especially with a teammate. Two teammates, actually. One, a best friend, and the other almost overwhelmed with the attention.

Clark was flustered. It’s not like he hasn’t touched a woman before, but to be instructed by the Batman on what to do had his stomach flutter an indescribable amount.

“You can go harder than that, can’t you Kent?” he murmured. His tone was genuine, yet the question was teasing.

You were on your hands and knees, back arched and nuzzling your face into Bruce’s chest. He was the only one with some clothing on, not that you were focused on that. You were getting stretched open and it utterly fried your brain.

Clark’s hands ran over your hips soothingly, almost apologetically, because you’re doing so good. For him, for them. “I don’t want to hurt her.”

He knew the other man’s eyes were on him, watching. He couldn’t pull his attention off of his cock sliding into your cunt, though, which was probably worse. Christ, you were gripping him. The size difference was driving him insane.

“You can take it.” Bruce ran his fingers through your head, gently tugging your head back to see your face. He had an obvious habit of asking questions in the form of sentences, you knew, yet your body gave an involuntary clench at the idea of it being a command. In response, Clark groaned, fingers twitching on your hips.

Despite everything, despite watching his friend fuck you borderline on top of him, he was the most level-headed person there. He was aching in his boxers; your face was right there, an easy way to soothe the pain. But, surely he was a masochist.

His eyes were lidded, and a hint of a smirk crossed his features. You were too busy thinking about his cock in your mouth, mixed in with how deliciously you were being filled. You were staring dazedly.

“Right?” he continued softly, his hand shifting to cup your jaw. You instinctively leaned into his touch. “Be nice to him, won’t you? You’ll let him go harder.”

“Mhm,” you whispered in agreement, a whine messing up your intent to keep a steady voice. Bruce’s eyes trailed back and so did yours. You turned your head over your shoulder.

Clark’s lips were parted to let out soft breaths, his cheeks dusted in a boyish blush—there was nothing boyish about his gaze, though. He looked feral, disguised in practiced restraint. And then he noticed you and it softened.

He was so pretty like this. You could tell he thought the same of you without any words exchanged.

You moved your hips back against a thrust. It was deeper, the intensity causing your next exhale to stutter. For him? That unbridled need instantly came back on his face.

A part of him wanted to make sure, to tell you that Bruce was just being a cocky asshole and you didn’t have to, but you agreed, and you pulled such an evil stunt, so…

His hips grew more purposeful. You buried your face back into a chiseled navel, a comforting hum following suit. Your moans and gasps were soaked up by flesh.

“There you go,” the billionaire purred, the compliment meant for both of you. You already knew you had a thing for praise, but Clark was fucked.

He wanted to get his friend in the same boat—affected and desperate. He just couldn’t bring himself to do anything. All he focused on was how your ass moved against him, and how he was coated with your slick.

It was why he was grateful to see you sink your teeth into Bruce’s happy trail. It was a mean one, unintentionally. It worked.

You looked better, now, with your mouth being used as much as your pussy.

The Kryptonian had to force his pupils off of your body. Instead, it landed on how his colleague’s jaw ticked when you took more of him, his eyebrows pinched together in concentration. His hips bucked ever so slightly every time you ran your tongue along the underside of his length.

“See something you like?”

He smiled. He had the audacity to smile, even as he was getting sucked off by a pretty thing who was stuck between a rock and a harder place.

Yeah, Clark wasn’t sure he could make eye contact with either of you again without imagining this.

Note: I wanna do all our other pretty best friends (dick and wally, jason and roy, etc.) but like is that ok with u guys

[milkingtonthethird]

BATBOYS’ reaction to you asking to paint their nails

WARNINGS: fluff, gn!reader, but you wear nail polish

NOTE: DUKE IS HERE. EVERYONE SAY HI DUKE

Bruce Wayne:

- You’re doing your own nails when he walks in.

- Clearly you’re bored, or something, because he can easily pay to get them done professionally.

- He approaches you, gently lifting your hand to inspect.

- “Pretty,” he murmurs, followed by a kiss to your knuckle.

- You grin. “Can I do yours?”

- He considers, even though there’s already a denial on the tip of his tongue. But, it doesn’t come out, because you look really excited at the thought.

- He agrees. And it’s lame.

- A clear top coat. That’s all he’ll let you do.

- Bruce Wayne can’t be seen with sparkles on his hands, even if he doesn’t care what the media thinks.

- He believes it’s too feminine for him.

- They’d probably be chipped immediately given how handsy his nighttime life is, anyway.

- Still, it’s something—you’ll take what you can get.

- He actually comes to you every few days so he’s able to keep it on.

- He does try on black at some point. It looks odd on his large, calloused hands. That’s just him, though.

- The top coat is too unnoticeable for anyone to comment, but his kids are smart, observant.

- “Why are your nails shiny?”

- “Because it makes them happy.”

Dick Grayson:

- He really likes watching you do your nails and is very satisfied when you do a color he recommends.

- Said color most of the time is blue.

- You’re waiting for the polish to dry when you ask, “You want me to do yours?”

- Grayson is open-minded, but he’s also utterly in love with you, so obviously he agrees.

- You’d both have black on your thumbs and pinkies, with that iconic vivid blue on the rest.

- Unfortunately, colliding his fist into jaws and his training does get in the way of keeping them nice.

- Which means he gets spoiled with your attention even more as you fix them. Yay!

- He’s lowkey cocky when he takes down criminals with it on.

- “LOL I just kicked your ass with nail polish my partner put on” ahh mf.

- He’s incredibly defensive if anyone teases him.

- They’re basically insulting you, too.

- They eventually stop because he’s dead serious.

Jason Todd:

- “You look better with it,” he would say upon the offer.

- But he’s equally bored. He’ll agree.

- Black. Pure black. Black hole black.

- He’d make an edgy comment about how it’s his “soul” or whatever.

- He actually kind of likes it. It fits his aesthetic.

- Beats people a little harder if they happen to chip it.

- He’ll let you add a small, red matching heart on a finger.

- Preferably middle. It’s his favorite one.

- He would make snide comments when he’s fighting.

- “They did my nails so pretty, don’t you think?” (Morseo his “fingerless gloves” era.)

- Not that they’d notice. His knuckles are being too personal with their face.

- He’d be like Dick. Why is simple nail polish just so fuckin’ funny?

Tim Drake:

- He won’t necessarily be interested in polish, but rather small designs.

- Like a little flower, or a heart.

- Super simplistic stuff that has him smile when he looks at it.

- You did, as cheesy as it is, a Red Robin one time.

- May or may not have taken forever.

- He’s genuinely sad if they get ruined. You worked hard on them.

- He’d probably apologize because clearly it’s his fault—heavy sarcasm, by the way.

- You remind him that it gives you an opportunity to do more.

- He probably would ignore whomever made comments that weren’t compliments until they apologize.

- He hasn’t talked to Jason in a while.

Damian Wayne:

- “Don’t you have your own nails?”

- You’ll offer to bathe Titus for the rest of the year, and suddenly he’s sitting on your floor while you put a tacky hot pink on him.

- He lets you do whatever, because he doesn’t keep it long. He’s just not into it.

- But if he isn’t doing anything, he won’t take it off until he has to.

- Him texting Jon about how stupid he is with cunty ass nails.

- No one finds out. It’s his little secret.

- And then Bruce forgets to knock one time during a session.

- “Father,” he greets flatly, not looking up.

- You’ve never seen the Batman so…confused.

Duke Thomas:

- He’d be in the same boat as Tim—simple designs.

- Ones that make something with both of your nails together. Like a heart.

- He let you do acrylics one time for shits and giggles.

- “How do people…do things?”

- He’s been trying to open a can of soda for the past ten minutes.

- He keeps the designs absolutely pristine, somehow.

- He’d avoid doing certain things, but he also has crazy luck.

- He’ll bring you new ideas.

- He wears it with pride in public.

- If anyone brings it up in a mocking manner, he’d say, “I think you’re mad because you’re single and I’m not.”

- The time Jason did it, he’d sulk, because Duke’s right. He is mad.

doing their makeup

[milkingtonthethird]

BATBOYS’ reaction to you asking to do their makeup

WARNINGS: fluff, gn!reader but it’s stated you wear makeup

Bruce Wayne:

- Would give you a gruff, “No.”

- He loves you, but that’s simply not something he’s interested in.

- You bring it up a few more times and the answer is always the same.

- And then one day, he stares at you while you’re sitting at the expensive vanity he bought you, watching you as you do your eyeliner.

- “You can put that on me,” he says after a few moments of mental gymnastics.

- You turn towards him, slightly surprised. “Huh?”

- He’s not fond of repeating himself, so he’d just pat his thigh.

- You’re getting up, because this is a chance of a lifetime, and you quickly settle yourself on his lap.

- His hands hold your hips. He looks at you with those pretty blue eyes expectantly.

- “Do you want a cat eye? Smokey?” You cup his jaw with your free hand, tilting it.

- He grunts in response. Probably a “be quiet and do it” grunt.

- He waits patiently as your fingers work, following your soft-spoken instructions to close his eyelids or look up. Other than that, he’s not moving an inch.

- You do something simple—just under his waterline, above his top eyelashes.

- When you're done, you drag him over to the mirror. You weren’t sure what his reaction would be.

- “Hm.” The noise is acknowledging, not displeased.

- You smile at him. “Do you like it?”

- There’s a difference between liking it and not being bothered by it.

- Still, he gives you an imperceptible nod. Just to see you smile wider.

- He didn’t take it off for patrol. His kids teased him about it, and Alfred had a barely-concealed humored expression.

- It’s the only thing he’ll let you do. He doesn’t ask, but at this point, he expects you to put it on.

- It’s a reminder of you while he’s out, that you’re waiting for him to come back.

Dick Grayson:

- He would probably ask you to do it, instead of the other way around.

- Just out of curiosity.

- But if you brought it up first, he’s immediately sitting.

- “Make me look pretty,” as if he already isn’t.

- He’d let you do what you want, however he’ll mention how certain colors don’t look good on him.

- Wouldn’t protest if you did a full face. He feels like a pampered princess, and he definitely enjoys the attention you’re giving him.

- He needs progress updates, and information on what you’re using.

- He’ll try to make you annoyed by shutting his eyes when you tell him not to, or talking in the middle of lipstick application.

- “Do you want to be gorgeous or not?” you huff.

- Yes, he does. He quickly stops.

- When you’re done, he’s gasping at himself, fluttering his lashes.

- He wants to match with you, so he offers to do yours.

- Sits in your lap, just like you did with him.

- It’s…a process.

- But it’s not half bad.

- You both take selfies together.

- He’s your devoted expirementee, now.

- He sets himself up by sending some of the photos to the Bat-Family group chat.

- Gets hounded on by Jason. Heavily.

- Does he care? Absolutely not. They are totally jealous.

Jason Todd:

- He’s going to laugh in your face. Sorry.

- And then it turns into confusion when he sees how serious you are.

- He’d shut it down, at first, but he keeps thinking about it for some reason.

- Secretly scrolls on his phone to look at things that he might like.

- Eventually, he approaches you, inspiration picture in hand, and says, “It has to look exactly like this or you’re fired.”

- It’s simple: light eyeshadow, some eyeliner. Stuff that isn’t super heavy and is still “masculine”.

- He can hear the teasing he’d hypothetically endure from everyone as you do it. It pisses him off.

- And then you murmur praises like, “You’re so handsome,” and suddenly he doesn’t care. It’s for you.

- Despite his lighthearted threat, he requests more things, just so you can keep giving him attention.

- Like Grayson, he’d question what you were using. He’d throw in some stupid comments about how using your fingers to apply stuff would be easier.

- When you’re finished and show him, he doesn’t actually mind it.

- “You didn’t fuck it up,” he mumbles.

- He’ll let you do it again. He finds himself enjoying it—the feeling of your soft brushes against his skin, and how you’d gently guide his head to where you want it.

- One time, while you were perched on his lap, focusing on applying, the door opened. Dick was mid-sentence before he finally processed what was going on.

- “Oh, wow.”

- To make things worse, he snapped a picture and suddenly you were moved off of Jason’s lap.

- Cue the super unnecessary and dramatic chase in an attempt to get Grayson to delete it.

Tim Drake:

- He’d look flustered. Why?

- You’d have to explain it’s just for fun, and how you’re bored.

- He’ll begrudgingly agree. He supposed there’s no harm.

- He wants you to tell him what you’re doing as you work. He’s nervous, like you’re going to poke him in the eye or something.

- You don’t want him to be uncomfortable, so you ask, “Do you want me to stop?”

- Well, your presence and warmth on his lap is enjoyable, and he shakes his head.

- It has his brain quiet down. He just listens to you. He absentmindedly leans into your touch sometimes.

- “Do you want glitter?”

- “I do want glitter,” he murmurs. The sentence has his cheeks heat up. When has he ever wanted glitter?

- Of course you don’t tease him, even if it’s cute.

- After you finish, he isn’t sure how to react. He gives an awkward smile.

- “It would look better on you.”

- While you put away your makeup, it seems everyone decided they needed him for something.

- He honestly forgot he had it on, so he’s confused why Jason is laughing and Dick is trying not to. Damian looks as amused as he can get.

- Bruce, a clueless bypasser, pauses for a moment. He makes an inquisitive hum before he keeps walking.

- You force all of them to apologize and send them on their way. Tim, who is so very embarrassed, gets an extra amount of love from you.

Damian Wayne:

- Damian would stare you down for an unholy amount of time, like you just said the stupidest thing he’s ever heard.

- He’s expecting you to backtrack, to take it back. It is a stupid idea.

- But you’re immune. You give him a soft smile. “Please?”

- He dislikes how easily he gives in. Very, very much.

- He grumbles a lot, insulting you, even as he holds still.

- He lists things you owe him for letting you do this. A lot of them are said just to mess with you.

- At some point, he gets less irritated. It’s only because he’s grown tired of wasting his breath.

- You give him the handheld mirror when you’re done, and he takes a long while to inspect himself. He doesn’t care about the fact that there’s winged eyeliner on his face, he cares that they are uneven.

- He gives you criticism. Actual, somewhat informative criticism.

- “You need to blend outwards, not in.”

- He makes you fix it until there’s no mistakes.

- It’s actually a weird and kind of unbelievable experience for you.

- You are never doing it again—you wanted to have fun, not be reprimanded.

- He still has it on when Alfred calls for dinner.

- They all kind of stare. They’re too confused to comment.

- “Am I high?” Jason whispers quietly.

- The only thing Damian says is, “Can someone pass me the salt?”

Duke Thomas:

- He would probably let you do his eyebrows and some eyeshadow to accentuate his eyes.

- He doesn’t mind if you do more, he’s just not keen on keeping it on long.

- It’s for you, and he likes you.

- He’d ask to do yours. It’s only fair.

- He lowkey knows how to do some fire ass eyeliner.

- It’s actually really enjoyable so he does it more than you. He can see why you brought it up in the first place.

- “Should I become a makeup artist?”

- He finds himself looking up inspiration ideas that he brings to you later.

- Maybe he should. Specifically, your makeup artist.

- You went to Bruce’s parties one time with a look that he did. He was smug as fuck when you got a lot of compliments.

- He’s a little sad when you do your own instead of letting him do it.

- Dick walked in on him once.

- He just watched you both.

- Eventually asked Duke to do his, as a half-joke, but now he’s stuck sitting in line until he finishes yours.

- He took a picture of you and Grayson and put it on his Instagram.

- Jason actually said something decent for once.

- “👍 Pretty bitches”

doing their nails

[milkingtonthethird]

NSFW - GAMER!BSF!GRAYSON who has a massive crush on you.

WARNINGS: masturbation (grayson), gn!reader but you wearing a skirt is mentioned, filthy evil thoughts (grayson)

MDNI, PLEASE.

- Yeah, he likes the sound of your voice.

- It’s almost annoying how anything you say has his stomach flutter and a stupid smile curl at his lips.

- He will bring up anything he knows will make you rant, good or bad. Please tell him everything, every minuscule detail.

- He feels a little perverted when he isn’t entirely listening. He’d shift in his chair a bit, a hand twitching over his thigh as he thinks about you in an entirely different context. One where you’re there, with him, instead of being a mere connection on Discord.

- Like you, whimpering about how amazing his tongue feels. He’d eat you alive.

- “…Earth to Grayson? Helloooo?” you mutter.

- He wants to be a good friend, and he wants you to keep talking. But…what were you saying five seconds ago? He was too busy fidgeting with the ties of his sweatpants to subtly relieve the ache in between his thighs.

- He doesn’t genuinely touch himself while you two play or talk. It feels too dirty. Shameful.

- But, he definitely gets worked up. He imagines things too often. His tone gets lower, deeper; an almost-purr. Maybe you’re oblivious, or maybe he’s good at playing it off.

- He always finds himself taking a ten minute break so he can lay in bed, fisting his leaking cock. He glances at his monitor every so often, just to check if he’s muted.

- His mic is sensitive and he can’t seem to keep quiet when he scrolls through photos of you.

- You turn your camera on sometimes. It’s terrible. Absolutely terrible.

- You like to show him little things you get from a day out. And he can’t help but ask to see if you got new clothes.

- Moments of silence for you to change, out of view. He spreads his legs, hips adjusting. You’re undressing for him. Not in the way he wants, of course, however…

- You’re evil for showing him a skirt. Curse you.

- It’s not absolutely scandalous, albeit it’s still a skirt. He lost his streak—his palm absentmindedly started rubbing himself.

- “I think it’s too short.”

- “It’s cute,” he says, his eyes focused on your legs. He sounds too strained for his liking. Solution? Insult.

- “It’s not your color.”

- It is.

- As much as he loves having you over, it’s hard. Sometimes it escalates into him being hard. It’s why he keeps a blanket and extra pillows on his couch.

- Yes, you two are close, but do you have to drape your legs over his lap when you want to lay down? You’re too focused on the screen to notice him adjusting your ankles more towards his knees so you don’t feel his cock twitch.

- He’s a touchy guy, too. It’s just who he is. So, you don’t think nothing of it when he leans against you, or drapes an arm over your shoulder. He’ll poke your side and give your arm a nip with his teeth just to see you hiss and swear.

- Prayers for you if you’re ticklish. A lot of prayers. He uses it as an advantage; he’s very tactical with it. When you’re getting too mouthy, his fingers are wiggling into you. You’re just so cute as you squeal and giggle, and obviously the only way to avoid getting kicked in the nuts is to pin you.

- You’re too busy attempting to squirm away to notice his hard-on. He’s careful not to press into you. And then, in a desperate, breathy voice, you whine, “Dick, please.”

- His brain pauses. He has to get off, for his sake. Literally.

- Which is why he finds himself in the bathroom, pumping himself ferociously, needily. He can hear you playing—you’re right there, a mere door separating you two. Doesn’t stop him from bucking into his fist like it’s you.

- Acts totally sauve and normal after he’s done, like he didn’t almost moan your name as he came.

- As someone who is competitive and is in love with you, Grayson makes bets that benefit him. And given you want to wipe that cocky smirk off of his face, you accept.

- But he’s ballsy tonight. There’s enough alcohol in his system to say, “If you lose, you gotta give me a kiss.”

- You roll your eyes, as if he isn’t being dead serious.

- He wins. Of course he does. It’s not like he was tryharding, his fingers working overtime and his body tense. Not at all.

- He turns to you, grinning as if he won the lottery. He’s about to make a snarky comment and you’re a sore loser, so you don’t let him.

- You cup his jaw, lips firmly pressing against his. It would just be over just like that if you didn’t force your tongue into his mouth almost bitterly.

- It’s just for a few seconds. He stares at you, cheeks dusted. He takes slow, deep inhales.

- You’re just about to load up a new game when the controller is taken from your hands, haphazardly tossed on the coffee table. Your head is tilted towards him and he does the exact same thing to you.

- Your breath hitches in his mouth. It’s deep, slow, one that has your brain stutter. When you finally catch up, your eyelids flutter shut and you start to kiss back.

- Grayson’s petty. That was such an unfair move. Plus, he’s sick of being the one always hot and bothered. As soon as he feels you lean in, he pulls away. Your controller is back into your hands and he acts like nothing happened.

- He wants you to say something. To do something. Instead, you tear your gaze off of him and refocus. He would almost think you’re unperturbed if he didn’t feel your thighs squeeze together next to him, how you shifted in your seat.

- He’s stubborn. So are you. Clearly this is an invitation to play a different type of game. He’s going to have you bent over one way or another.

Note: Not entirely proofread. I’ll link part 2 on this post when I finish it :3

@loafersrs @selfdeprecatingnerd

[milkingtonthethird]

GAMER!BSF!GRAYSON who has a massive crush on you.

WARNINGS: gn!reader, fluff (just in case you thought there wasn’t)

- He was never really into Minecraft, but you suggested a server to decompress from competitive online games.

- He loves it.

- Would definitely break your bed and put it next to his, saying some cheesy shit like, “I get lonely.” You don’t humor him, though eventually you give up because it resets your spawn point.

- He sees it as you liking him back.

- He would have a diverse playing style, but that’s only because it’s you. Oh, you want flowers? He’s spending an unholy amount of time getting the right ones. Need a lot of iron? You won’t see him in a few hours.

- He leaves you cute little signs if you aren’t on at the same time.

- Will learn how to build cool things just to see your reaction. He’d deny any remarks about him watching a tutorial.

- He isn’t sure why, but seeing you in a Nightwing skin has him flustered. A lot of bonus points if you have no clue that it’s him.

- He definitely has a mouth on online games. It’s honestly surprising how many insults he can come up with.

- Though, if you do some dumb shit, intentional or not, he wouldn’t utter a word. It wasn’t your fault you walked into an obvious claymore.

- If you’re doing good, expect praise. Or really, really questionable things.

- “Oh my God, you’re so hot,” with an unneeded breathy tone or, “Please kiss me.”

- He’d convince you to get matching gamertags.

- If you verbalize wanting anything, like skins or even a game, he’ll get it for you. It doesn’t matter that you don’t want him to waste his money on it, you’re getting that overpriced Valorant bundle.

- Sometimes, you both just sit in Discord calls, talking or watching something.

- Or falling asleep.

- Well, you specifically. He loves it. Loves when your voice gets noticeably softer, more tired. He always talks more quietly, as if he’s trying to lull you to sleep.

- He’s a night owl—usually you aren’t. He’d just busy himself with things, keeping his headset on just in case.

- He perks up like a dog when you unexpectedly mumble something, asking him how he could let you fall asleep.

- He’d just grin.

- Obviously you come over to hang out, or vice versa.

- Who knew he’d lose a game of Mario Kart just so you can tease him?

- He likes when you both do your own thing, barely any words uttered. He’d lounge on his bed, Switch in hand, while you play on his computer.

- He’d get distracted, though, opting to just stare at you. How your hands work on his keyboard, how your brow creases in focus. You honestly forgot he was there, so yes, he’s going to observe you with little hearts in his eyes.

- They aren’t often, given his busy schedule, but sleepovers. You don’t plan on it; you keep saying you can pull an all-nighter.

- Ends up with you “resting” your eyes for a moment.

- And Grayson, being very smart, would sit close enough just in case your head fell onto his shoulder. When he knows you are absolutely knocked out, he’d press a soft, light kiss against your head, shifting carefully to get you more comfortable. It’s hard to continue playing when you’re not doing it, too.

- He’d take you to any nerd-related event.

- He isn’t sure why you keep bringing your wallet—he’ll pay. It’s all worth it to see your giddy smile.

- Though, he can’t complain if you get him the giant Lapras plush he’s been eyeing the entire time.

- No, he doesn’t think it’s your child. And he definitely doesn’t cuddle it at night. Nope.

- Super busy conventions means hand holding. It’s also an excuse to put his hand a smidge too low on your back.

- He looks confused when you point it out. Do you want to get lost?

- Expect a ton of pictures. Moreso of you. He’s just too lazy to ask someone to take one of both of you.

- He’ll stand in a long ass line for a signature from whomever you want. He’s only pissed off because VIP passes slipped his mind. Silly Grayson.

- If you happen to be a cosplayer, he’s in charge of fixing your clothing, taking pictures of you with fans. Hell, he’d even touch up your makeup, if you want.

- You didn’t ask. He’s good at his makeshift job, nonetheless.

- A touchy person holding you a little too personally? A glare. A touchy person still holding you a little too personally? He’s still going to take the photo, just after he moves their hand off of your waist.

- God forbid anyone harasses you.

Note: I lowkey want to do a NSFW version of this but idk 😭