#thank you for the emoticon it looks so so happy I love it so so much <3

[pathologicalreid]

hello!! i've been reading your spencer works for a while and they're definitely one of my favorites from this app :) so I'd like to request something :)

I've always loved the idea of spencer coming back home from a case earlier than expected and surprising reader (gf or wife) at work to pick her up! and reader could be a chemist or a scientist so spencer is interested and involved in her work somehow and they're just talking, being cute and fluffy and just happy to he together again <3 thank you for your time, and no pressure!

pure and applied chemistry | S.R.

who? spencer reid x chemist!reader category: fluff content warnings: fem!reader, chemical burns, lab incidents, yapper!reader, kisses word count: 1.06k a/n: i wasn't even going to post this today but i wrote it and fell in love with spencer and his biochemist gf!!!!! this might be a pairing that i start taking requests for - thank you so much for requesting!

The air was barely starting to chill in the district, making it still unseasonably warm as you tried to take off your jacket without removing your book bag. It would’ve been easy to be embarrassed, but you were the only person around this part of campus – most students had a Reading Day, but your lab was still open, and your graduate student still wanted to work.

You had been the last person in the lab that she approached with her idea, having been turned down by the rest of campus, but you weren’t one to turn down a challenge. In fact, you had been so bored in the lab that you considered applying for another PhD.

Tying the sleeves of your jacket around your waist, you pulled your phone out of the back pocket to check the campus transportation app. As you started typing in your passcode, your eyes caught on a notification from your boyfriend.

Spencer Reid, PhD: Not home until tomorrow.

Sending back a quick emoticon – because an emoji would just show up as a square on his phone – you switched to checking what time the bus was supposed to show up at your stop before a passing car caught your eye, the car slowed to a stop right in front of you. “Oh,” you said, shaking your head, “It’s illegal to idle at a bus stop!” You called out to the driver, “You can’t stop here!”

Startled, you took a step back when the driver opened their car door, gripping your phone tightly as you mentally prepared for a confrontation, but only ended up confused when a familiar mess of brown hair peeked over the roof of the vehicle, “You don’t recognize my car?”

“Of course, I recognize your car! I just didn’t think it could be your car because last you told me you were in Nebraska!” You said, outwardly complaining as he rounded the hood of the car to open the passenger door for you.

Spencer smiled at you over the car door, “I told a fib in order to reap the benefits of surprising my girlfriend at work. Do you think she’ll ever forgive me?”

Rolling your eyes as you sat in your seat, “Oh, I’m sure she could probably find the strength to forgive you.” You were beaming as Spencer took your book bag and placed it in the back seat.

As you buckled your seatbelt, Spencer got back behind the wheel, checking his mirrors before merging into the road, once you reached your first stop light, you noticed Spencer looking over at you, “What did you do to your arm?” He asked, making note of the gauze wrapped around your dominant forearm.

Frowning, you looked down at your arm, having previously forgotten the gauze was even there, “Chemical burn,” you answered indifferently, studying the first aid on your arm. “Not a bad one though, probably won’t even scar,” you added. “Oh, that reminds me, I need a new lab coat,” you blurted, fishing around the center console of Spencer’s car for a pen so you could scrawl a reminder on your uninjured forearm.

“How did you get a chemical burn on your arm?” Spencer asked, returning his eyes to the road when the light turned green. Keeping one hand on the wheel, he reached over and casually placed one hand on your denim-clad thigh.

You were no stranger to a small burn on your finger – you were fairly certain that your fingerprints were no longer a viable way of identification – but you usually got away with a thorough rinse and a unicorn band-aid. “My grad student, Leslie, mislabeled something in the lab. Another person tried to get me to report it, but Leslie cried so hard while she was helping me clean my arm that I didn’t want to get her in any sort of academic misconduct trouble. I mean, who knew that hydrochloric acid caused chemical burns anyway?”

Spencer deftly flicked the turn signal as he moved to get on the highway to his apartment, “Uh, you and I know,” he said, there was a critical tone in his voice, but it was directed toward your flippancy instead of the injury itself.

“It wasn’t super concentrated, so I’m really fine,” you insisted, telling him the same thing you had told Leslie when the incident occurred, “I’ve done worse.”

Smiling, your boyfriend shook his head, “It’s a wonder they still let you in chemistry labs.” He was referring to a burn you had given yourself a few months ago, leading to an embarrassing trip to the hospital where doctors had to debride a nasty burn to your thigh. That particular incident had led to the director of your lab gifting you an enamel pin, designed to look like a hazardous materials symbol.

You looked at him, watching intently as he exited off the highway and made it to his apartment. Not long ago, an impromptu trip to Spencer’s would’ve been an inconvenience, but now you had two drawers of his dresser as your own. He led the way up the stairs and you followed him through the door of apartment twenty-three.

Locking the door before turning all of his attention to you, he cupped your face in both of his hands before kissing both of your cheeks – right over the tender, red lines left by your lab goggles. “Promise me you’ll be more careful in the lab,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around your waist and herding you over to the couch.

As you sat down on the couch, Spencer joined you, grabbing at your hips until you gave in, seating yourself in his lap, one knee on either side of his hips. You intertwined your fingers at the back of his neck, tilting your head to the side, “We’re all done with tests anyway – there will be considerably fewer chemicals involved while I get on my knees and grovel to the federal government for funding to start a clinical trial,” you told him, considering the repercussions of pressing your lips to his.

“What kind of chemicals could you possibly need to apply for federal research grants?” Spencer asked, gently resting his hands on your waist.

Beaming, you waggled your eyebrows at him, “One, three, seven-Trimethylpurine-two, six-dione, baby.”

Realization dawned on his features as he understood, “Ah, caffeine.”

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“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you don’t get to decide what is and isn’t worth my time.”  

Keefe’s breath caught, tongue between his teeth as he ventured, barely audible, “And me? Am I…?”

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[erosuguru]

Bimbo doll

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI, Satoru gojo x reader, all characters are 18+, reader is heavily bimbo coded and loves pink, satoru's gross here, 1.3k words approx

CW: Masturbation, satoru gets horny over reader sending him pics of her dresses, satoru has fantasies of reader and she's unaware, again satoru is gross here you've been warned, some proof reading but very little

Notes: I'm so sleepy and I'm too lazy to fix any other mistakes so if you see mistake no you didnt. had to write sth for Satoru, as wit all of my creative works I hate this but I hope u like it though!!

Satoru thinks you're absolutely adorable. From the moment he was blinded by the absurd amount of pink you were wearing, he thought you were the cutest thing on this planet. The coordinated color palettes of your clothes that always had a splash of pink, that shiny layer of gloss on your lips that you regularly reapplied, he gets so happy when he hears the clack of keychains because that means you're near.

Of course he couldn't keep himself away and you both exchanged numbers at one point, you gladly gave it to him after he shot you a lame pick up line— to which you laughed and smiled, simply telling him "you're funny! Sure!"It was almost too good to be true.

You got along well with each other, you both liked sweets, complimented each other's fashion sense, shared a similar sense of humour— when satoru asked you to describe him, you told him that you love being around him because he's fun (you said something about how he 'gets it', a quote about girls.. getting it and others not getting it..? He didn't understand, but he deduced that you like him, and that's all that matters.)

Satoru notices you love sharing tidbits of your day, and most of the time, you usually share a photo related to it in some way along with multiple typos, abbreviations, and emoticons.

"(Name)💘: Toru omg look at these shoes! Super cute right :3" Attached image sent.

"(Name)💘: I went 2 that cafe u told me, the strawberry shortcake is soooo good" Attached image sent.

"(Name)💘: I have 2 go 2 a party tonite, which dress should i choose!1!!??" 4 images sent.

Being friends with you had its benefits, you were comfortable with Satoru, so comfortable that he almost dropped his phone when he opened the images you sent; all of them were minidresses, all of them different shades of pink, all of them hugging your figure so tightly and snuggly he was tempted to stalk your social media to know where this party is.

He couldn't see the details that differentiated each dress, or at least he didn't focus on them as he felt his cock throb in his sweatpants.

"Ooooohhhhhfffuuck..." he mumbled longly to no one in particular, Satoru almost choked on his spit as he sat up from his position in his bed, all the heat rushing to his face as he examined your photos closely. Your poses so cute as you stared at your phone screen in the photos with a small pout, you had the pretty sparkly gloss on this time, that's his favorite..

(Name)💘: TORU OMFG PLZ ANSWEERRRR MY RIDES ALMOST HERE >:(

he almost forgot your little dilemma.

"Sorry lol I was eating, go with this one!!" he forwarded one of the four dresses with his response and sent his text, he felt guilty about lying but what was he supposed to say? 'My bad! You were so hot I got a little hard like some Virgin!' No way in hell.

You answered back quickly, how did you type quicker than he did with nails longer than his? He has a hunch it's because you don't care about typos but the dedication is admirable.

(Name)💘: TGANK UUUUU ill text u after the party!

(Name)💘: thank* lol

He let out a small laugh at your typo, scrolling back to the photos he zoomed in on one of the four he hadn't picked, and the reason why he didn't choose this dress is that he knows no sane rational person with a sexual libido would be able to resist you in this.

You looked so cute, so perfect, Satoru let out a small sigh as he pulled his dick out of his pants hissing at the cold air, his thumb smeared the precum over his tip. He should feel bad– terrible even, but how can he resist? There's no way you have no idea what you do to him, he tried justifying in his mind as his cock throbbed desperately in his hand.

Biting his bottom lip, the image of you in his phone fueled his imagination as he envisioned arriving with you at this party you mentioned, having such a pretty thing like you on his arm would be a major ego boost too. The length of your dress could easily allow him to pull down your panties (did you even have a pair on under that dress?), bend you over the host's bathroom sink and slam his cock balls deep inside you, relentlessly filling you then demanding you to pull your panties back up and come back to the party with him as his cum would be dripping between your thighs.

As Satoru bucked his hips up into his hand, he stopped briefly to spit into his hand, deciding there's no time to look for lube, he went back to fucking his hand to the thought of you. If only you knew your new friend got off to these innocent pictures you sent him, if only you knew what he wanted to do to you– he's confident you wouldn't wanna be friends anymore. Shaking his head he pushed aside those thoughts and focused on his current pleasure, his fantasy, his goal of cumming from the pictures of you in those dresses you handpicked to show him.

He mumbled words of encouragement as if you were there with him right now bouncing on his dick instead of the reality of his hand moving up and down, mutters of 'good girl's and praises like "so good, baby" and "yeah? You like that?", desperate to convince himself of his fantasy. Satoru tossed aside his phone long ago after making sure the photos were engraved in his mind, he wasn't expecting you to update him until sometime near midnight.

his eyes closed as his other hand slid up his stomach pushing up the material of his shirt until it reached his collarbone, his fingers trying to find any weak points on his body to rub, pinch or entice as his hand rubbed his dick to the pace of his imaginary storyline; where he dreamed of driving you back home and stuffing you full of his cock until the only word that was in your vocabulary was his name.

"Yesyesyes, (Name)..! Mmmmmhffuck..!" He groaned out as he felt his end near already, his face warming up to a soft reddish pink reminiscent of the tip of his dick as he fucked his hand, soft gasps and groans escaped him as he imagined all the filthy things he could do to you, all the filthy things he wanted to know about you.

What type of panties do you always wear? What type of men make you horny? Who have you been with? Would you let him fuck you? 'Please lemme fuck you, lemme fuck you..! Wanna fuck you..!'

The vulgarity of his desperation made him blush but brought him dangerously close to the edge, squeezing the base of his cock Satoru covered his mouth instinctively, he bucked up his hips as his cum coated his abdomen, stomach and some droplets even reached his chest. He moaned behind his hand as he felt the waves of pleasure shock through his body. He slowed his hips, mumbling for the imaginary you once more. "Take it, take it all, baby.."

He didn't want to move, he knew he had to but he wanted to relish in his fantasy a little longer, he wanted to pull you close and sloppily kiss your cute glossy lips and praise you for being a good girl, taking his load like that. He imagined his cum oozing from your slit but he wouldn't let it go to waste, he'd use his finger to slide it back in where he knows it belongs.

He remembered to save those photos for.. 'next time', reaching over to get his phone, he paused as he received a notification.

(Name)💘: party was lame, coming 2 ur place!! >:3c

Sitting up, the sweat that collected at his back from his 'session' cooled him off, he cleaned himself up and couldn't help but grin at your adorable message.

You don't need to worry, he'll entertain you more than any dumb party could.

[sixosix]

i want you for worse or for better | aether

synopsis your ex, aether, asks you to be his plus one; you were doomed from the very beginning.

tags wc 2.8k, gn!reader, modern au, profanity, getting back together, exes to lovers, humor bc i cant take my own writing seriously, ft 4GGRAVATE!!!

notes ty to @earthtooz and @naosaki helping me brainstorm w this one… our big brains were on the same wave while cooking.

Aether moved around a lot. He was never the type to settle down. It was in his blood to explore the world and leave only a trace of him behind. He was something like a hero, coming in at the worst time and leaving them better than before. You couldn’t say the same about his effect on you, though.

You told him of this before, and he slumped over and rested his head on your lap, “I don’t even mean to. Are you at least swept off your feet by my heroic deeds?”

“I was so charmed I only dated you because you have overthrown the government,” you said.

Aether had laughed then, and kissed you sweetly. You couldn’t fool him for a second—how you melted to the kiss spoke for itself. You loved him for so much more than that.

But you also knew that it wouldn’t last long. Aether warned you about it, too; you couldn’t even be mad. How could you blame anyone but yourself when you deliberately brushed past all the warning signs?

“I don’t stay,” Aether told you, at the time. “If you want to do this…”

“I know,” you said, at the time. “I know what I’m getting myself into. So will you just kiss me already?”

Well, you should’ve known, too, that falling out of love with Aether wouldn’t be as easy as falling in love with him. Not when he kissed you like he would never leave, anyway. You were doomed from the very beginning.

“You’ve been staring at your phone for a worryingly long time now,” Tighnari said, eyeing you from the top of his cards.

You were seated on Alhaitham’s living room couch, the four boys lounging on the floor playing TCG. Cyno was winning effortlessly against Kaveh, but against Tighnari, he found himself at a loss. Alhaitham was continuing Cyno’s winning streak on his behalf, while Cyno was down two rounds from playing with Tighnari. You had been playing, too, but your phone lit up and displayed a name that had you dropping your cards and hiding your screen from your friends’ view.

You bit your lip and reread the message for the third time. The previous texts had been months ago, with him wishing you a happy birthday. You replied with a Thank you and a red heart emoji, because the &lt;3 emoticon felt too intimate.

“Aether texted me,” you murmured, then braced yourself for the explosion.

It was Kaveh that did. “Aether? As in your ex, Aether? That Aether?” Kaveh demanded.

“Do you know other Aethers?” Alhaitham quipped, then placed a card that had Kaveh clutching his head and groaning.

“Shut up,” Kaveh hissed, mostly because he lost. “The point is—that’s your ex! What did he say?”

You buried your face on the couch pillow, hating how your heart was racing. Like you were still in high school, or something, and not a full-grown adult who was having a crisis over their ex texting them. “He said hey are you up?, all lowercase, no comma.”

“No comma,” Kaveh repeated with a suspicious look on his face.

“No need to be so wary,” Cyno said. “His intentions don't appear to deliberately cause any 'comma-tion’.”

Tighnari’s ears dropped along with his face.

“Do you get it?” Cyno seemed proud that he was able to come up with that one right away. “There was no comma. It was a wordplay on commotion—”

“Did he also say what he was texting you for?” Kaveh interrupted loudly. “If he wants something, send a picture of us and tell him you’re busy.”

“Aether’s not like that,” you murmured in defeat.

Kaveh was making him out to be some sort of playboy. Aether wasn’t, which made you worry more. You didn’t want to entertain someone who left you, but you still cared enough to wonder if something came up and he needed you.

“You’re going to reply?” Tighnari asked.

“Yes,” you said, typing out a what’s up? and hitting Send. You didn’t know why you had butterflies in your stomach—you used to shower with Aether back when you were still together; there was no need to be so nervous. “He’s your friend, too, you know.”

“You were our friend first,” Kaveh said. “And he broke your heart. That’s not something to be taken lightly.”

You felt warm, a smile blooming on your face. “It’s okay. I wasn’t that affected.”

“You were,” Kaveh, Tighnari, and Cyno chorused.

“Fuck you,” you said, smile dropping.

Aether was typing again. You sat up straight and watched the three dots do the worm on the bottom of your screen. 

hi :) how are you?

Ugh. Furiously, you typed, aether spit it out. did something happen?

okay okay

You expected that he just wanted something. Something had to have come up for him to text you after months. That didn’t make it hurt any less, though. Maybe Aether was a playboy; the way he played with your feelings almost qualified him for it.

But then you think back to when Aether was still in Sumeru, lighting up the room, lighting up a fire in your heart. He was everyone’s favorite, too, not just yours. And even if Kaveh and the others denied it now, they hadn’t been able to deny him back then. Aether helped them out in ways they didn’t know how to repay. Aether made you so happy, to be thinking so negatively about him like this.

Aether sent: i’m invited to aymar’s wedding and i wanted to ask if you would agree to be my plus one

why me?

you’re the first person i thought of.

Perhaps he wasn’t in trouble—he was trouble enough. What were you getting yourself into?

i thought you didn’t want to get involved with Aymar anymore

i can’t turn down an excuse to eat free at a buffet

You sighed. You wouldn’t, either.

You frowned at your screen, wishing it was Aether in front of you instead. Maybe if you could read his expressions instead of reading between the lines of his texts, you could figure out why he invited his ex, of all the people he knew.

besides, Aether continued to text, this is probably aymar’s way of showing us that she’s over me. she has a groom now and all that

Aymar had the biggest crush on Aether, and she never hid it, even when you and Aether were dating. But despite her advances, she was a sweet girl who was just as infatuated with your ex as the rest of Teyvat was. Maybe this was her way of apologizing.

However—

she didn’t even invite me wtf

haha well is that a no?

“Guys,” you spoke up, grabbing your friends’ attention. Kaveh was still losing miserably. “Have you heard news of Aymar’s wedding?”

“Oh,” Kaveh looked thoughtful, “yes. We were invited.”

“What? Was I the only one not invited?”

“Maybe it’s because you got to date Aether and she didn’t,” Tighnari said.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, Aether’s asking me to be his plus one—and I’m going to say yes don’t look at me like that.”

Alhaitham, Cyno, and Kaveh wordlessly clear their expressions.

“Oh,” Tighnari frowned. “We weren’t planning on going.”

“We have to now!” Kaveh said. “We have to, if Y/N’s going.”

“Is this too much?”

You checked yourself out in the full-length mirror, performing a little twirl that had Kaveh clapping. Alhaitham sat beside him, briefly looking up from his book. Tighnari and Cyno were elsewhere, picking shoes for you that would be in the range of ‘cheap’ and ‘expensive, but not because I care about what Aether would think’.

“Of course not,” Kaveh said, giving a thumbs up. “You look great!”

You turned to Alhaitham next, who didn’t hesitate: “Looks good. Might as well wear yellow, too.”

You flushed hotly at his implications. “I’m not dressing up to impress him! This is a formal event, which he happened to invite me to—as friends.”

“Right,” Alhaitham drawled. He could at least pretend to believe you, but that would probably be asking too much from him already.

Kaveh nudged Alhaitham, with a bit more force than necessary. “Cut Y/N some slack.”

Alhaitham sighed imperceptibly, turning his full attention to you. “This would probably be the closure you needed,” Alhaitham said, and you recognized his way of comfort for the way it is. “You’ll find out that you’re over him after this.”

“You’re right,” you said, breathing in deep. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“So,” Kaveh stood up. “Is that what you’re buying? Let’s make haste—Cyno reserved a spot in the line for you!”

Excitement bubbled in your chest as you held the fabric to your chest.

You were definitely not over Aether.

As soon as you felt yourself fidgeting nervously a block away from the ceremony, you knew. As soon as a car rolled in and he stumbled out of the car, tripping because he was waving at you, you knew that you were so not over him.

You tried to blame the heat of the sun for how warm you suddenly felt, but you could be referring to the other sun making his merry way to you, his smile bright, all teeth. His braid could almost be a tail from how it waggled as he jogged over.

“Hey,” Aether, charming and beautiful Aether, gold and warm—your ex, Aether—breathed out, “you look great.”

“You, too.” Aether looked maddening in a suit, in the best way possible. You felt lightheaded and choked out, “Very dashing.”

“Yeah?” He grinned.

“Yeah,” you said, then turned away in case he saw the raw, unfiltered want on your face.

“Shall we?”

How cheesy. Still, you felt yourself flush as you linked your arms with his, like you were a couple. Kaveh was going to kill you—after he killed Aether first.

Aymar’s wedding was startlingly grand. You think she might just have invited the entirety of Sumeru; you might even find Lesser Lord Kusanali here, maybe. 

You found your friends and settled beside them while Aether awkwardly sat on the far edge. He seemed reluctant to have space from you, so you pulled him closer.

“Hey,” Tighnari greeted him. “How have you been? You stopped sending us letters.”

Aether looked extremely uncomfortable. He must be feeling Cyno’s stern stare. “Haha. Well, yeah.” 

The ceremony went as usual. The groom was someone you didn’t recognize; he looked like he was from Sumeru, all big and intimidating—the complete opposite of Aether. Aymar’s tastes changed drastically. All the same, you cheered along with the crowd when they kissed.

You haven’t been able to attend many weddings yourself, though you could always appreciate how emotional the newlyweds got. Vows were always the sweetest to hear. You’d never seen Aymar smile so wide before; then again, it was only fitting. This was her wedding day. Not that you’d know, though.

You glance to the side, catching Aether looking at the newlyweds kiss with an unreadable expression on his face. He looked like he longed for it, but that didn’t seem right. Weddings tied you down. Aether didn’t want to be tied down.

Kaveh clapped the loudest, which snapped Aether into clapping along as well.

You wondered what Aether was thinking. You wonder if he was thinking the same. Looking at the happy bride and the teary groom—could this have been you and him in another life?

Hah.

That’s a funny thought.

You bit your bottom lip to distract yourself from feeling your eyes go hot.

Aymar beamed at you two as she bounded over. “You came!” she said, though it was directed at you.

You wanted to tell her you weren’t even invited, but you felt like that would ruin the moment. Plus, it was literally her wedding. You were glad you ended up here after all the years you spent knowing each other. You smiled back, genuine, and leaned into her hug.

“Of course,” you said. “You look beautiful.”

Aymar blushed. “Thank you. You two look great as well!”

Aether shuffled beside you. “Thanks for inviting us.”

Aymar had that look in her eye that spelled suspicious.

But the past was the past. You weren’t going to get jealous when Aymar was quite literally married, and Aether wasn’t even your boyfriend anymore. “I’m glad you’re happy, Aymar,” you said.

Aymar glanced between the two of you, then finally at you. “I hope you find happiness, too, Y/N. Soon, hopefully.”

The reception started. While your friends were busy hoarding the food, you and Aether were left alone. He looked uncharacteristically nervous—it made you pity him. He was the one who asked you to come with him, but he must have felt out of place the entire time. Everyone thought he would never return, after all.

You traced the rim of your glass, hoping to appear nonchalant. “So, what have you been up to while at Fontaine? Finally moving off to Natlan?” you asked, then bit back a Find any other flings, too?

Aether sighed, twirling his champagne flute before taking a long sip. “Didn’t do too much, honestly. I spent most of my time there thinking.” His eyes flicked up to yours. “Lumine already found her place here in Teyvat, and I…”

Oh.

You were glad you held back from being petty while Aether was genuinely distressed over his journey to self-discovery. Again, you weren’t an asshole. And you still cared about Aether, despite everything, because he was hard to hate. With a sad face like that…

“Sorry,” you muttered. You didn’t mean to make him remember Lumine.

Aether laughed softly. “It’s not like that. It took me a while, but—I had already found my place, too. I was just too dumb not to realize it sooner.”

You wanted to chide him for calling himself dumb, but he was looking at you like he was waiting for you to get something. You blinked, feeling lost.

Aether tilted his head. “It’s with you.”

Your mouth hung open. “What?”

Aether went to repeat it, but Cyno and Tighnari had come back with plates heaping with food. Cyno had one on each hand, unabashed. He sat on his seat and said, in all seriousness, “We might have finished all the catering.”

Tighnari chuckled, “We didn’t, but you two should hurry and get your fill.”

You didn’t get another chance to talk with Aether privately during the reception, but it was still good fun. Aether seemed to warm up to your friends again—or, rather, your friends seemed to warm up to him again.

You shared laughs, food, and toasts with the newlyweds—but your favorite had to have been sharing glances with Aether all throughout the night.

You and Aether went ahead. Cyno and Tighnari didn’t seem surprised when you told them that you were letting Aether take you home, which would have certainly been a blow to your dignity had it been in any other situation.

“So,” you started, “what made you realize you wanted to get me back? Did you have some revelation while in Fontaine?”

“Yes, actually,” Aether said, his hands brushing against yours now and then. “For every sight and couple I saw, I just kept thinking about how you would’ve loved it there.”

“Oh.”

Aether looked bashful. The moonlight highlighted his blush well. “I thought it was because we had just broken up at the time, but I never stopped thinking about you.”

Aether kept going, but you were already sold. You already wanted to get back with him the moment he texted you with all lowercase and no commas. You were fooling no one. Not Alhaitham, not yourself. “What, so you want to take me to the City of Love?”

Aether looked at you fondly. “You would always be the first one I’d think of.”

“I curbed your wanderlust…?” You were fishing for it at this point, but being deprived of Aether’s affections for a long while did that to a person.

You felt outmaneuvered. Shouldn’t you be letting him chase after you a bit more? Why were you discarding your pride just like that? Over your ex?

Your not-ex-anymore now-boyfriend-again smiled. “You became my reason to stay.”

Well. You were doomed from the very beginning.

“Aether!” Paimon shrieked from the other room. “You have mail!”

“Alright, alright,” Aether sighed, lazily pulling himself up from his bed and trudging to the living room. Paimon held a brown envelope.

Aether opened it and withdrew the contents, puzzled.

“Ooh!” Paimon gasped. “Two invitations for a wedding? Is it for Paimon, too?”

Aether ripped the other envelope, heart stuttering at the sight of a familiar name inked on the vellum paper. He blushed. “This is—!”

“Huh? For Y/N?” Paimon snatched the invitation from Aether’s fingers. “Why was it addressed to us? Maybe they were mistaken…”

Aether read something on the back of your invitation. “I don’t think it was mistaken.”

Written with a ballpen, it said, Hi, Y/N! It’s Aymar! I don’t know Aether’s address and none of my colleagues seemed to know where his residence would be…? (Probably because Aether wasn’t even in Sumeru.) But I assumed you would be staying together, so here’s my invitation for you both—I hope you can come!

Aether recognized an opportunity when he saw one.

extras!

the ending was rlly vague so let me add: aether was planning to go back to sumeru for you already and the wedding invitation was a perfect excuse—he flew out back to sumeru literally the next day.

earthtooz was making out with alhaitham & art was making out w kaveh during the reception which is why they dont show up during the end thanks

cyno brought his tcg deck and made tighnari bring his own—thats what they did during the afterparty lol

don’t ask if paimon was floating or if she was on the ground. sometimes we dont have to question things.

aymar was a name i just grabbed from the list of sumeru npcs—i don’t actually know if i butchered her personality horribly. if i did, forgive me.

THANK YOU FOR READING HOPE U ENJOYED!! LMK WHAT U THINK <3333 comments/rbs get a kiss from aether

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IF LOVESICK WAS A PERSON · lhs

synopsis ⋆ falling in love with heeseung is a process, like a trust fall into a bottomless pit with no fears because he is standing at the end, arms wide open (1.4k)

genre ⋆ fluff!!!

warnings ⋆ marriage talks and minor teensy bit negligible micrograms of insecurities. also ik heeseung is not twenty but in this fic he is . thank u

note ⋆ HAI OMG i finally wrote something :o i have another heeseung ficlet, it's roommate hs one so :› we'll see if i post it bc i need to rewrite it. anyway, happy reading ⁀◡⁀ < i love this emoticon

the temperature drops low, distant howling of wind singing over the city bringing along light showers as the water droplets settle on your glass window arching all the way up to your ceiling from the floor, a soft hum drew out of heeseung’s mouth as you shuffle under the blankets, his nose burying further in the crook of your neck as a muffled laughter falls off your lips at the tickles, and a warm evening nap never felt so right before this, if that is a thing. 

“we should get up,” you mumble, arms wrapping tighter around him.

he nods, pulling you closer. “yes,”

“we have assignments to submit before midnight,” you close your eyes, wrapping your arms around him tighter, as if any space in between is forbidden. as if any space left could possibly threaten your relationship you try to pull him beyond the closest proximities the two of you could be in. 

you feel his lips brush against your temple. “yes,”

“'seung,” you pull away abruptly, hands on his shoulders before they make their way up to his cheeks, your thumbs rubbing soft circles down his cheeks as you pull him back in once again. “forget it,” 

you swear, you feel him smile against your forehead. 

“see, you want me just as much as i want you,” if you could see him, if you weren’t in his arms with your face buried in his chest, you would find yourself laughing at the triumphant smile on his face. you can picture it, though, quite clearly. in your seven months of relationship with heeseung, you know the curve his lips follow when he’s the happiest, or the way they morph into the prettiest smile in the world when he gets to hold you close, or the mischievous grin that dances on his face when you surrender, giving into his tactics of having you close to him. 

and you haven’t known him for any longer than eight months, for you started dating only thirty days after your fated meeting at orientation session. you still haven’t met his friends from highschool, the ones he adores to death and the ones who, as he claims, would love you as soon as they meet you. you didn’t know about his allergies up until two months ago, and you didn’t know he preferred hot chocolates over coffee and tea. it’s fine, he told you when you talked about how little you know of him, and it’s fine, you tell yourself right now, because you know the way he breathes, the way his footsteps sound, the way he smells like home. you don’t mind not knowing anything else about him right now because you feel like if he were to meet you with a face you had never seen, with a voice you have never heard before, you would still recognize him right away. 

because your heart knows the rhythm his heart beats, every pulse echoes of him and you. 

“you should scoot closer because i’m cold,” his words get lost amidst your hair, hands pulling you closer and closer that one more pull and you’ll be on top of him, and it still wouldn’t be close enough. 

“this is the closest we can be, and—” you snicker as if you weren’t trying to do the same a few moments ago, and it’s funny how none of you want to show how deeply in love you are, yet still desperately yearning for each other as if you both are fragments of a single soul living as two. “i’m trying to get out of bed here,” 

a pause. 

heeseung takes his time admiring you, looking at you in the most lovesick way ever, as if, if lovesick was a person, it would be him. and evenings like this make you feel like time has ceased to exist because you find yourself in his arms at all the times, without change. it feels like the universe is offering you your share of fairytales and forevers because it was long due, and you wouldn't mind even if the world ends tomorrow, or the very next minute, because you wouldn’t have any regrets, for you’d be dying in the arms of your lover, inexplicably happy and impossibly deep in love. 

“we should get married,” your eyes widen and his’ mirror the same expression closely, as if he didn’t expect himself to say those words like this, but there couldn’t have been a better timing. heeseung has always been a hopeless romantic, all about love and nothing about giving up. he has had his fair share of relationships, he has seen things, has been through highs and lows that they offer, he has spilled tears on his pillows, has been the reason behind someone’s heartbreak and perhaps, his own too, but heeseung has only loved once. 

heeseung had first fallen in love when you spent your night listening to him talk about his likes and dislikes and if they were your own. the second time was when you cradled him in your arms when he lost an important game, crying on his shoulders as if it was a shared loss. the third time was when you told him i love you, and heeseung hasn’t stopped falling in love ever since. 

“ha-ha, funny,” your lips curve into a smile, much flattered at his proposal.

“i’m not kidding,” his hand ghosts up your waist. “i think we should get married, really,” for a second, you consider his words— to marry heeseung, because it sounds extravagant and everything that you could ever ask for right now. in those fractions of a second, you picture your married life with him, living in the same apartment, ever so close that you would no longer have to go over to each other’s places anymore, cooking together, cuddling on the sofa while watching movies, perhaps a mini him and you toddling around— a fraction of a second, and you go all the way from present to future, all the way from being afraid to commit to being knee deep in commitments with seemingly no regrets. 

all the way from laughing at his words to actually considering them.   

“and we’re what? twenty? yet to graduate from university and get a job?” there’s nervousness seeping through his skin from your fingertips, it’s in the way your eyes look at him with fear and hope. “we can’t get married now,” 

“i never said we have to get married now,” and his lips against yours is all you needed to snap back into reality. “i just said we should get married, be it five years later, or ten, or whenever you want,” because heeseung makes love feel like a fairytale, ever so magical and unreal that after a point, you forget how to distinguish between dreams and reality. your heart is so full of him that you can barely call it yours. as if the right person at the wrong time isn’t even something that exists because heeseung is your right person, and wrong time doesn’t make sense because every second with him feels so right. 

“and, what if i don’t want to marry you?” he doesn’t answer your question, not in words, not because he doesn’t have anything to say but because he’s thinking of something big, and before you could clarify that it was a joke, heeseung slips out his ring, the one that he got on your birthday, with its other half in your finger; and he takes your hand, slipping the ring into your finger. 

“what was that for?” 

“it’s for tell you that we’re now engaged so you cannot marry someone else,” and maybe, it’s easier for him to say it so simply, with smiles that resonate with silly intentions.

so, you take out your ring and slip it into his finger, a chuckle falling off his lips when it doesn’t go all the way down because of its smaller diameter, though you could care less. “and this is for telling you that choosing someone else isn’t even an option when i have you,” because falling in love with heeseung is a process, like a trust fall into a bottomless pit with no fears because he is standing at the end, arms wide open. 

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Pls I love how you answer angst and it's all dark and gloomy and then there's this cute emoticon at the end ^_^ and suddenly it makes all the worry go by sheer power of cuteness, you are so real for that

I'm gonna pull the "chaotic neutral" on an angst galore and humbly ask for ROs reacting to MC coming to them looking all pretty (gn) and asking RO how do they look only for the RO to find out MC is going on a date.

...and what if MC after seeing ROs reaction smiled gently and said "Well... It's for our date, actually. If you would have me"

(hehe did I got ya? Thought I'd ask some irredimible angst?)

Okay, you did actually get me with that! LOL Totally turned it around at the end, and I made a very unglamorous noise.

I don’t know why, but I always gotta get my little smile in there somewhere, lol. Even if my eyes are a bit watery. ^_^

As for your adorable ask (assuming at least some feelings or romantic words have been exchanged between RO and MC of course):

Oswin: 

Big lump in his throat off the bat. MC looks wonderful, and they're going on a date with someone else? He smiles through it and nods emphatically. “You look amazing. The lucky person will be well-pleased.” Has he misread everything between them?

At the reveal:  His knees actually buckle. “Our? Our. *OUR* DATE!?” His heart is absolutely pounding. “What do you…what should I wear?” MC will need to help him out with that one.

Zahn: 

There’s some genuine enthusiasm there when they tell MC they look gorgeous - because they do. They’ve always thought that about MC. They shine inside and out. Maybe that’s why they confused the things stirring between them. But they’ll be happy for MC and cheer them on.

At the reveal:  Zahn has a smile that would make the sun jealous. They run and grab MC’s hand. “Let’s go! Let’s go right now!” They have zero idea where they’re going…

Duri: 

“Well that’s hardly fair. Are you trying to tease me? It won’t work.” *pouts* (it’s working) *Walks around MC studying the outfit. “You look delicious as ever, but is this person really deserving of such a feast? Never fear, I have just the thing. We’ll borrow Zahn’s ratty cloaks - trust me on this - you’ll still make a statement.” *If MC allows this to run its course, Duri will deck them out in the most atrocious outfit they can make with the items on hand. MC is probably wearing a basket on their head.

After the reveal:  They go quiet for a long moment. “Well, of course, I knew that. You can’t fool me - ha! …What in the stars are you wearing though?”

Rune: 

Swallowing their feelings. Checks MC out, straightens their collar (it wasn’t crooked), smooths the wrinkles (there weren’t any), and gently fixes their hair (it was fine). “You should already know how fabulous you look as well as I do. You’d be enchanting even if you wore robes of grass and leaves.” They fidget. “If…if you aren’t sure about this person - be careful…and I’d also like to take you out too, if you’ll allow it. I apologize for asking like this.”

After the reveal:  The smile takes over before they can stop it. “Well played, I’ll admit it. I suppose that’s a yes to my request then?” MC gets a nervous laugh out of them. Is that a tinge of red on their cheeks?

???: 

“Date!? Well, that isn’t fair, I’ve been flirting with you for ages and we haven’t been on a date yet.” He takes a flower from a vase and slips it into the outfit or tucks it in MC’s hair. “Here’s an idea - I go with you and you can show me how a date works. I’ll make some notes and I promise not to glower menacingly at your date.” *He’s lying* “And…yes, for the record, you are a vision. Always.”

After the reveal:  “No need to change your plans on my account, MC! Go on then, and have your fun - tell me how it went tomorrow.” He pushes MC to the door. “Don’t stay out too late, aim for the throat if they get too fresh with you.” *Door shuts, MC is made to wait a few minutes before ??? comes back out with a big stupid smile.

Thank you for the Ask, Anon! This one was a lot of fun! ^_^

[stargazing15]

What a wonderful wedding

Summary: What if you had caught one of your cousin's wedding guests' attention, but you had been too busy helping out with her wedding to notice him? The bride comes to the rescue.

Warnings: reader described as a small person, fluff

A/N: got longer than expected, woospie daisies

Enjoy!

So fucking perfect. That was how you could describe your cousin's wedding up until now.

Rebecca, or Becs as you always called her, was the cousin you were closest to, you two were basically sisters. She and her newly wed husband Rueben were the cutest couple possible. They actually made you believe in love again.

After the break up with your longtime boyfriend, she moved hell and earth to be with you, to comfort you.

It might have been a year already, but you were somehow still stuck in your post-break up slumber. Knowing you, but most of all her bridesmaids, Rebecca had asked for your help during the preparations of the wedding and even today, the big day, you were helping out. You had to admit the result was exactly what you had hoped for and the preparatios helped wonderfully getting you out of your slumber.

The ceremony had the most romantic scenery you had seen, with a lot of thanks to yourself. Before Rebecca arrived, Rueben and his friends were stealing the show wearing their Full Dress uniforms. You took a quick glance at them, who doesn't love a man in uniform, to go back to perfecting the last little details before your cousin would appear. Your eyes quickly crossed paths with one of the very hot groomsmen. 'Probably a coincidence, just looking around like I was', you thought, only with your heart skipping a beat. This only lead to you not noticing those two eyes following your every move, lingering to talk to you, hoping he would catch your attention too.

The men might have stolen everyone's attention for a bit, but when your cousin made her grand entrance, guided by your very proud looking uncle, your heart skipped a little beat. She looked stunning in her fairytale-like wedding dress. Her hair styled simply but with a couple of details to make her whole appearance marvelous. But it was her smile that was the last detail to complete her angelic look.

You were definitely not the only one noticing her beautiful look on her day. Your aunty and uncle had happy tears escaping down their cheeks and your granny was glooming of happiness and talking to your granddad in heaven, who also was very happy as the sun was shining today. But most important of all, the from, the look on Rueben's face when he saw his bride was the look every bride would want on her special day. He gripped one his groomsman next to him when Rebecca made her entrance. His smile matched Rebecca's and his eyes were glued on her until she stood in front of him. This man was after 8 years still very in love with his bride-to-be. That look in his eyes made you believe again that real love did exist, only you had to find the right person.

Now, an hour into the party -by the way, the first dance was amazing, insert emoticon with star-eyes.- after you were finally able to ditch your aunts and uncles, you had made it to the dancefloor. Becca had obliged you, because, yes, you were still busy making sure the the party was going smoothly.

"Now relax and enjoy, you already have done too much and it has been sooooo perfect! I love my bridesmaids a lot, but they would all together never able to pull off anything like the perfect party you have given Rueben and me. So please please please, enjoy." She took your hand in hers and was on her way dragging you to a group of men, with some woman around the group trying to catch any of their attention.

"Oh my god Becs, those groomsmen earlier, they were looking so hot in their uniforms." The couple of wines in your system were making you spill the things you normally would only tell her on a girl night.

"How much wine did you have? And yes I've got to admit, men in uniform are eyecandy." She sang with her eyes locked on her hubby.

"Just two, how would I have ever survived uncle Fred's ramble about politics."

"Okay, you have a valid point, I would probably need a whole bottle to survive him," Rebecca laughed, "so, anyone of them catching your eye?"

"Uh, not really, no." Rebecca stopped and looked at you with an questionable expression that made you laugh. "Okay, okay, miss Fitch, the one with the moustache." You admitted.

"Oooh Bradley, good choice. And miss Fitch, sweetie, I love the sound of it, still a bit unreal, but so wonderful. Come on."

The second you were about to approach the group, you saw him arrive back. But he was holding hands with a beautiful woman. She had beautifully styled dark brown hair and a very beautiful body. She was a thousand more beautiful than you. So, he was taken, with his looks it wasn't actually a surprise.

With your mood now taken a major hit, you hung your head a little lower, suddenly the floor was very interesting. Rebecca wiggled her and your body between the men and nudged Rueben for his attention.

"Guys, guys, there is someone you all need to meet. This day wouldn't have been this wonderful without her, she organized almost everything. I know it must have been hell with me being away a lot and Becca's mind being distracted too. Guys meet Becca's cousin."

You heard your name echo a couple of times, but you only heard the echo coming from the man with the moustache. Fuck, that voice. It was so deep and masculine, that you had a hard time getting your eyes off him. You really tried not to focus only on him, knowing he was taken. But it was so hard to fight it.

Rueben introduces them all to you, except for the blond one, Jake or Hangman, he was very quick to introduce himself before Rueben even had the chance. So Bradley and Natasha, they looked good together. Only weird they weren't holding hands anymore.

After a little smalltalk with Jake, you excused yourself from the group to get a new drink.

"Hey, everything okay sweetie?"

"Yes Becs, just a little overwhelmed." You tried to put up a genuine smile. "Go have fun with your friends, I think the are trying to get you attention."

"Oh God, I'm going to try to get them away from Rueben's friends. I do not want them to interfere with my life with Rueben. I love them, but you know how they are."

"Yeah, I think I understand." You chuckled. "See ya later Becs, have fun!" And off she was, and you finally had some rest at the bar.

You were playing a little with the drink chart as you were contemplating what to get.

"So, I see you escaped from Hangman." That voice came up from behind you.

"Oh, hi, uhm, Bradley right? I just needed some ... rest, the group is a lot." You smiled nervously.

"They can be, so, what you're going to get, Shortcake?" That nickname you hear earlier tonight. Only coming from Bradley you didn't mind.

"You too?" You curiously asked.

"I came up with the name, Hangman stole it."

"But why though?"

"Well, shortcake, if you let me join you, I might let you know." Bradley was teasing you already and letting a small smirk appear on his face, his moustache twitching a bit

"Uh, okay, 2 questions for you first."

"Shoot." Damn his his big brown orbs, they were staring at you and by the looks of it he wasn't going to look at anything or anyone else. Dispite...

"Okay, doesn't your other half mind that you are -"

"Oh no, that, uh haha," was he making fun of you? "I'm not, I'm not in a relationship with anyone, yet."

You were baffled by that. "But, earlier? You were holding hands. I can't follow."

"Oh, you saw that, is that why I suddenly saw your smile fading? You were shining throughout the whole evening and when you joined us ... shit, that wasn't supposed to-"

"So you are dating her?" Disappointment was written all over your face, even more now than before, was he really trying something with you when he already has a girl?

"No, I'm not dating Nat, she was helping me out to get through that other group without getting inappropriately touched everywhere. In fact she has been nudging me all day to talk to you." A smile appeared on his face when mentioning you.

"Oh my god." You hid your head in your hands, trying to become invisible of embarrassment. Only to accidentally throw the drinking chart at Bradley. If only that sinkhole from your wish earlier could appear now under your feet...

"Shortcake, look at me," Bradley took your face out of your hands and kept your face into his hands until you looked at him. A little tear was visible and Bradley immediately got rid of it. "Rueben and Rebecca, actually Rebecca, talks about you a lot, with pictures sometimes. I really became intrigued by this cousin she always mentions. Then she mentioned that luckily now ex-douche and I just started to wish him away from you. And when I saw you for the first time in real life today, I felt something click. I regret it so much not coming with Rueben and Rebecca to punch the douche in the face, no one treats a girl like that. That was what I felt the first time I saw you, maybe with a couple of heart flutters. But you had a second question." Bradley was rambling, he knew it, but he had to get it out before you would say something.

"I, oh, wow, I need a second. Wait, you are genuinely interested in me? You don't even know me." You said while pointing at yourself. Bradley nodded in response. Every single feeling of sadness disappeared to make place again for the sparkly and shiny mood you had.

"Well maybe I feel like I know you, just through Rebecca. So if you give me a chance at least, to get to know each other, for real."

"Okay then, second question, where are your uniforms? Not that I mind the tux." A little smile appeared on your face as you felt some butterflies start to form in your belly.

"We changed after the ceremony, not to get into trouble with the Navy if we would get drunk or do something stupid. Not that I was planning on. Shit, I didn't mean it to come out like I was planning on doing any of that." Bradley hoped you weren't noticing his nervousness, he really didn't want to start off on the wrong foot. He still remembered when Rebecca and Rueben were talking about you, that you deserved to be loved and cherished. Bradley didn't know you yet, but after seeing you for the first time made him believe in love at first sight (let's forget for a moment he was interested in you when they were talking about you).

"It's okay, I get what you mean. So, since we're at the bar, can I get you something? My treat." You joked.

"Ooh, the lady is buying, a beer is fine."

"A beer and a red wine please."

After getting your drinks Bradley walked you to a calmer spot outside. Rebecca noticed Bradley's subtle hand on your back and shot you wink and a thumbs up.

Finally away from the spying aunties and uncles, the obnoxious Jake but more importantly alone with Bradley, well kind of, some other couples were outside too. You thanked yourself for placing these romantically decorated benches outside, where Bradley and you sat down.

You and Bradley talked and talked and talked until your drinks were empty. You learned Bradley was just as domestic as you, you both still loved going out now and then. But a movie on the couch with a snack was on top of your favorite activities-list. Truth to be told, everything what your ex missed, you discovered in Bradley.

"So ... Shortcake." You tried again on the topic.

"Yes shortcake."

"Oh come on tell me!"

"Those big eyes, shortcake, you are really desperate to know. Well, if I must. So first of all, I really love shortcakes. My mom used to make them a lot. They are layered. And with every layer, it gets better and better. And the way my mom made them, they were cute, small cakes, kind of like you."

"Are you making fun of my height?" You asked trying to look serious, while you were melting on the inside for the teddy bear-looking hunk next you. Bradley's reaction immediately went from a lovesick sixteen year old to one filled with shock. Until you couldn't hold back your laughter anymore. "You are easy to mess with, I like the nickname, but only coming from you." You shuddered at the end of your sentence when a cold breeze came up.

"I'm such an idiot, you are cold, here take my jacket." It was way too big, but oh so warm and it smelled like Bradley. Were you suddenly feeling a little intoxicated from alcohol, or was is because of Bradley's scent? You had a couple of wines spread over the evening, but it was his scent that withdrew you from reality. The heavenly mixture of wood and that hint of citrus guided it's way through your nostrils straight to your brain. It made you feel like you were on this fluffy cloud you never wanted to leave. Without noticing it, you moved the jacket closer to your nose, loving the scent a little too much.

"That cold?" Bradley asked, not noticing you were basically sniffing his jacket.

"Oh, sorry, it, uh, feels good and warm." And smells like you... You smiled awkwardly.

Bradley stood up and took your hand in his. "Well, I know other ways to get warmer."

Did he just suggest you two... "Uh"

"Come on, let's dance!" Let's say the intoxication on Bradley's scent was making your mind wander off to other ways to heat up.

Once inside, you kept Bradley's jacket on, just letting the competition know he is interested in you. A little insurance never hurt.

Your bodies stayed close while dancing, leaving just enough space for Bradley to show off his moves.

Until that typical cinematographic scene, a body collided in your back, so you got smashed into Bradley's strong arms. His eyes worriedly glued to yours. But his arms around you was what made loose contact with reality for a moment. His lips were moving and a sound was coming from between his lips. But you were unable to hear it, some automatic reaction made you nod when his lips stopped moving.

The worried expression changed into something sweet, his brows lowered again and this spark reappeared in his eyes. Were you melting? Like for real, were you like a chocolate statue that starts to get liquid when warmed up? You already started to feel some drops forming. Was this it? The end?

"- I am a grandpa." You got snapped out of your trance. You were not melting, everything was okay. Wait what?!

"Huh?"

"Shortcake, did I really needed to say something weird to get you back to earth?"

Awkward! This voice in your head was screaming and laughing, but so were you, and Bradley too. Without thinking you hid your head in his chest, still being locked in his arms.

"Oh my god! Sorry." You immediately withdrew your head and tried to look in his eyes.

"You're a cute one, you know that? Please, tell me you are always like this?"

"Unfortunately for me, yes." You said to yourself while facepalming yourself mentally, again.

After talking somewhat more in a quieter corner, discovering you were both staying in the same hotel, the fatigue of it being 5 am already started to get the better of you.

"Not only are you just a cute one, your yawn is cute too. Tired too?"

You nodded. "Yeah, if you don't mind, I am going to call it a night or day already."

"Me too, plus, I think the others have also left already. Would you mind if I walk you back to the hotel? You know, since it is the same one." Bradley was cursing himself for being this awkward around you.

"Lead the way." You snuck your arm in the small hole Bradley left for your arm. It was a nice feeling you both had on the way back.

"So, this is me, thank you walking me. It was really nice meeting you."

"Yeah same, so uhm," Bradley moved closer to you, with his eyes locked with yours. "I hope I have been en reading this right." He kept on moving closer. His face was now extremely close to yours as you felt your beating rapidly. And what you hoped for happened. You felt Bradley's lips on yours. Immediately you felt the butterflies awaken again in your tummy from earlier when the two of you were talking.

"Shit" Bradley suddenly pulled away from the kiss, "sorry, I was going to wait till I asked you out on a date." Your expression went from horror to relief in not even a second from the moment Bradley explained his little shock. Was he even real? Gentlemen still do exist.

"Oh Bradley, if you noticed, I kissed back. Maybe I was secretly hoping for it." You smiled a little bit shyly at him.

"Thank God, but ... an official first date, does that still sound appealing to you?" Was this fighter pilot, who you always thought to be though and cool, being nervous? (You hadn't noticed the other occasions earlier the evening, being to busy melting for him)

"Since we kissed on our unofficial first date, let's forget about the alcohol that encouraged us, I look forward going out on a real date."

You exchanged numbers and bid goodnight with a last kiss on the lips.

Knock knock. Knock knock.

Probably a drunk jokester you thought. You tiredly made your way to the door.

"Oh, Bradley hi." Bang, in a second you went from zombie-mode to fully awake, adrenaline running through your veins. Noticing your attire, you tried to cover up your pj's.

Bradley was standing awkwardly with his right hand resting on top of his head in front of you.

"Hi, uh, weird question. Okay, wait, before I ask, I really planned to use a different timeline. I swear. But, can I sleep here in your room? Jake, I was stupid enough to share a room with him, he, uh, has someone over."

"Oh. Yes, of course." You kept on staring at Bradley. In contrast to the party, his tie now in his hands, a couple of the top buttons opened. He was incredibly hot in his uniform, but damn, looking like that? Extremely sinful.

"Then, can I come in?"

"Oh my god, sorry. Yes" You quickly made your way back to the bed, still realizing you were just wearing pj's, trying to hide underneath the blankets.

"I"ll take the couch."

**

Shuffle ... ten seconds later, shuffle another ten seconds later, shuffle. And that went on for a couple minutes.

"Enough Bradley. Neither of us is going to sleep if you keep wiggling like a worm on the couch. Hop in the bed, you're clearly too big for that couch."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes"

"I sleep in my boxers, so, still sure shortcake?"

"Yes, still sure, so hop in. At least, if you can behave."

Bradley didn't need to get told twice. He slipped out of the trousers and shirt of his tux and quickly joined you in the bed. The temperature under the sheets immediately went up. It was unexpectedly comfortable with him next to you.

"Goodnight Bradley."

"Goodnight shortcake." Bradley planted a little kiss on top of your head. "Oh, and I will behave, my mama thought me to treat ladies right, we are going a date first." Maybe he didn't mind he couldn't sleep in his room tonight, he'll thank Jake later for that. Now he is going to enjoy having you close to him.

It didn't take long before the two of you dozed off to a good sleep. During the night your bodies shifted closer to each other, with eventually Bradley's arm wrapped around you.

This was the start of something beautiful, with the credits going to Rebecca and Rueben and of course Jake for sending Bradley to your room.

END

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[riseofamoonycake]

Sending photos to s/o using a chest enhanceing filter

But the reader is either flat or male

I thought it might be funny

For Buddha, Jataka, Loki, your choice

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST! THANK YOU!

RoR characters reacting to their S/O using a chest enhancing filter

Buddha

It takes him two seconds to open the photo you send him. And not even one to burst out laughing like crazy, so much so that he even starts howling. As usual, you are a blast! And as soon as he sees you he doesn't even speak, his gaze says it all and he can't help but laugh again. His behavior then varies based on the reactions: if you get angry, he sits next to you, takes your hands and kisses the back of them, and then hugs you and whispers that you are perfect just the way you are, it's not the breasts or a few more sizes to make you better… however, if you really aren't comfortable with your body and this creates serious problems for you, he is willing to listen and advise you on possible solutions to make you feel better. Everything, to make you happy.

If, however, you are the first to laugh at your own creation, then he has no hesitation in teasing you and joking with you, even going so far as to slip fruit, pillows or other things under your dress, specifically to see how you would look with an enormous breast. It goes without saying that you lose everything, from your dignity to all your tears, just by thinking about it.

Jataka

"My love… what is it?" Jataka continues to stare at the photo without knowing exactly how to react: he should be worried, because you are uncomfortable with your body and would like to change it? he should laugh? Maybe you want to tell him something he isn't understanding? In the end, the king goes to talk to you, because in addition to be (very) embarrassed, now he wants to know if there is something deeper underneath, or if this is all a joke. So, with all his sweetness and kindness, Jataka listens to what you have to say on the matter; all the time, however, he can't help but look at your chest - which he knows perfectly and in every centimeter - and not feel the desire to cuddle and caress you, even just to thank you for sending him a photo of yourself (every photo of you is preserved like a treasure). In the end he doesn't hold back any longer and does it, whatever you told him, giving your chest all the attention it needs; and regardless of why you used the filter, you find yourself thinking that maybe you should use it more often, if this is the effect you get… literally.

Loki

“You'd love it, eh”, Loki grins as soon as he sees the photo, then edits it by removing the filter and sending it back to you with a heart-shaped emoticon and a kiss. If you get angry, he's happy like this and keeps teasing you all the time, pointing out how impossible your dreams are and teasing you in every way to make you more and more furious, it's more fun and your angry little face is pure enjoyment for him! if instead you start laughing, he smiles sweetly and doesn't go on… anyway, regardless, he won.

In both cases, however, he ends the conversation by taking you by the hips and placing you under him, then he leans into your ear and whispers to you how much he adores and prefers you just the way you are: there is no filter that can improve you, you are already perfect. You are the best version that could exist… after all, it is you who makes him weak, not your chest; even if he chooses that one as the first recipient of his kisses, tearing your clothes to pieces to immediately bite your nipples and trap them under his wriggling tongue… in the end, you don't need to have huge breasts to feel pleasure under the merciless touch of his teeth and his unstoppable, hungry licks…

Susanoo

Daddy Susanoo stares at the photo for a few moments, then smiles quietly and chuckles to himself. After a while, you find him behind you, his confident gaze above your head and a hand already on your chest, intent on caressing it with slow circular movements that could excite even a statue. “And so, someone here wishes to have big breasts… really, sweet Y/N? Hmm?”

You don't even have time to answer, because Susanoo has already pushed you onto the first soft surface available and pinned you under him with all his weight, before grabbing the upper part of your clothes and tearing them without much fuss, and finally making slide a finger down your chest, tracing it from your collarbones to the top of your belly. "It already seems perfect to me as it is… ah, no, wait, something's missing…", and at this point he gives you a bite so hard that it makes you scream and leaves a mark on your skin, and then kisses it... and leave you like this, breathless and even confused, now that you see him walk away giggling and without doing anything else.

All day Susanoo will do nothing but giggle and do everything he can to avoid your gaze, and will continue to stare at the photo, this time laughing openly. Who knows, maybe towards the end of the day he'll come to you and finally take care of you… after all, you have made him so happy with your stunt, so why not? Maybe, just maybe, your chest actually deserves more bites and marks to show off.

This time, without any filter.

[noirvette]

WE NEVER EXISTED

[band smau]

[FIFTEEN]

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Note: haha... it's a long one guys..

The concert had ended and you couldn't help but think it was the most fun night of your life. South Park certainly knew how to draw in a crowd and give a band their best experience ever. Endorphins running through your body at an all time high, you felt happy, light, floaty in a way. Like nothing could ever tear you down.

"What a night!" Clyde exclaimed, tossing his drumsticks in the air, doing some random juggling routine with them.

Nichole hummed a noise of agreement, "Right! I don't think I've seen so many people of South Park in one place before."

Everyone nodded at Nichole's statement.

"Well, I for one am beat," Stan sighed out, before taking a sip of his water, "I don't think I've sang that many high notes in my life before in one concert."

"You did a good job bro," Kyle slapped his hand on Stan's back, rubbing his shoulder a bit, "You all did."

Clyde stared at the scene in front of him before turning to you mouth open wide in shock before looking back at Stan and Kyle, "Oh my god they're making out in front of us guys!"

You stifled your laugh as Stan turns to Kyle make obnoxious kissing noises towards him, "Style will be real in 10 seconds."

Kyle scoffed and turned to find a place to sit down and Stan threw his arms around Kyle's waist, "NOOOO babe don't leave meeeeee."

"Oh my god you weirdo," Kyle rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, "Fine, fine I'll sit with you, scooch over."

Stan does so and Kyle sits besides him, "Well we've got some downtime before the truck guys come to grab our equipment, what do you guys wanna do?"

"FOOD. OH FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING PRECIOUS TO ME, CAN WE PLEASEEEE ORDER SOME FOOD!!" Clyde falls to his knees, begging.

Kyle took his phone out opening DoorDash, "Yeah I'm feelin hungry myself, what you guys want? I'll start a group order but you all owe me back."

You patted your pocket, "Oh wait where's my phone?"

Kyle's face briefly shows one of panic, "I uh, put it on the charger you left it and I found it dead.. so I plugged it in for you."

"Oh! Thanks Kyle."

"No problem, I'll just pay for you for tonight."

Clyde scoffs, "What is THIS Kyle Broflovski? You pay for our dear bassist but not for your lovely Clyde THE Donovan?"

"Clyde."

"This is like........instrumentalism..Do you just like bassists? Do you hate drummers?"

Nichole looks up in confusion, giving Clyde a side eye, "That.. is definitely NOT a word meant for that use smart ass."

"Uh huh, it sure is, don't change the topic though Nicky.. the important thing here is that no one is paying.. for ME!"

Kyle sighs, "Clyde."

"Uh.. I'm not finished yet," Clyde holds a finger up, "As I was saying, why don't you pay for me too! Do you just hate me, Kyle? I thought we were besties..."

If emoticons could be used as tones... you swear Clyde would sound like exactly like the sad emotion right now.

"Clyde." Kyle tries again.

"Oh my god can you let me do what I need to do?" Clyde frowns in fake irritation.

"Did..are you quoting Tyler the Creator right now? Seriously?" Stan asks.

"Yeah."

You snort at Clyde's antics and Kyle rubs his eyes, "Dude.. You can pay for yourself.. your phone is right there.. and CHARGED. You literally just got an angry birds notification."

Clyde turns around and sure enough his phone sat lit up with an angry birds notification sitting on his home screen, "Oh well this is awkward.. but still! It's the principle of things.."

Before Kyle could utter another word, Clyde continues, "BUT! I'll let you off the hook.. I'll pay for myself; you win this time.. Kyle Matthew Broflovski.."

"NOT THE FULL NAME." Stan bursts out laughing hard and Kyle sits there with his head in his hands, face covered in a slight blush from embarrassment.

Nichole, having tuned the conversation out and scrolling on DoorDash herself, pipes up with, "Does Burger King sound alright? It's either that or McDonalds and I'd rather not have them again tonight."

"Sounds good with me!" You chirp and the other three give their own mentions of agreement.

Kyle sends the link out and then gets up to sit beside you, "What would you like?"

"Hmm.." You lean in to get a better look at his phone and Kyle stiffens a bit before handing his phone to you.

"Thanks," You add your order in and hand the phone back to him, "Hey Kyle do you think my phone's charged by now?"

Kyle hums briefly and without thinking says, "Yeah should be."

"Oh great, where is it?"

He pauses briefly, having realized what he said, "Uhhh... You know.. I'm not sure where I plugged it in, give me a second to place the order if everyone would FINISH," He gives Stan a harsh side eye who just shrugs in return, "And I'll help you look."

Nichole frowns and gives you a glance and you catch it and just shrug, "Alright works with me, just as long as my phone is still here and someone didn't take it.. because you'd be owing me a new phone mister."

Kyle places the order and stands up, "Yup, I know.. That's why I'm hoping it's still here myself. Alright well lets go find it."

Kyle starts walking off towards the trailers and you follow, the other three look at each other and immediately start gossiping once you two are out of ear shot.

"Alright, what the hell is going on between those two?" Nichole asks.

Stan shrugs, "Hell if I know, suddenly they just became like that!" Stan snaps his fingers.

"Okayy.. well they've always been relatively close, I mean not as close as recently but, they've always had an easier connection." Clyde points out.

"Right and this is Y/n we're talking about.. she wouldn't be stupid enough to cheat on Kenny right?" Stan questions and Nichole shakes her head.

"No, that girl is dedicated to him, she wouldn't dream of doing that to Kenny."

Clyde sits for a minute, thinking, "Well what if Kyle's manipulating her? To like fall in love with him? I mean he's liked her since.. how long now?"

Stan looks over at Clyde incredulously, "Dude! That's my best friend you're dissing right now and absolutely not, Kyle isn't that kind of guy."

Clyde shrugs, "Hey bro I was just throwin ideas out there."

"Yeah, shitty ones."

Nichole chimes in, trying to break the random argument that's about to start, "Uh guys."

"I don't hear any genius ideas coming from YOU, Stanley Randall William Marsh."

"WHY ARE YOU SAYING OUR FULL NAMES LIKE THIS." Stan raises his voice in exasperation.

"Cuz it's funny." Clyde simply states.

"Uhhh... Guys?" Nichole says with more urgency.

"Yes Nichole?" Clyde turns to look at her, batting his eyelashes.

"Have.. you two seen twitter?"

You turn to ask Kyle, "You sure you left it in here?"

Kyle scratches his neck and looks around the trailer room, "Yeah, it should be here."

"No it's not." You sigh.

"What?"

"You have a thing, you scratch your neck and refuse to make eye contact when you're hiding the truth."

"A...thing?" Kyle asks confused.

"Yeah like a tell, people have these quirks about them that they do.. when they're lying or if they're happy or you know something like that."

Kyle still stares at you with slight confusion, "And... mine is scratching my neck and refusing to make eye contact?"

You nod, "Yeah.. pretty much."

"So you're calling me a liar?"

"I'm not calling you a truther."

"Don't," Kyle holds a hand up, "Quote Drake and Josh when you're accusing me of lying."

You cross your arms annoyed, "I'm not accusing you of lying I'm stating you're not telling me the truth right now... about MY phone no less."

Kyle sighs in defeat, "Okay.. You got me, but Y/n, sit down."

"Wha?" You start.

"Please."

"Wow, okay.." You slowly start to sit down and Kyle sits down at the couch across from you, "What is this about.?"

Kyle bites his lip and refuses to meet your gaze, "Y/n.. I.."

"Oh my god," You nervously chuckle, "You're scaring me, Kyle."

Kyle runs a hand through his hair and stares at the ground, you can see his jaw is clenched.

He looks back up at you and wordlessly fishes your phone out of his back pocket and slides it over to you.

"You had it? Kyle what the he.." You trail off, meeting his gaze. His eyes tell you that he's nervous.. that he's serious.. and that he's sad.

You swallow nervous again.. you can feel the mood change in the room, really you think it changed a while ago but your nonchalance about the reality of whatever is happening prevented you from fully noticing it.

You're not sure what to be thinking, thoughts run through your mind at the speed of 120 miles per hour. Complete worry stains your body and covers you in a blanket of fear.

"Y/n." Kyle starts, in a full serious tone.

"...Yeah?" You answer apprehensively.

"Kenny's cheating on you. I found out during the set."

White noise. White noise filled your ears, the room was so silent that you could literally hear the noise of dust settling around you.. at least you thought you could. What you could be hearing is the blood draining from your head or is it the blood rushing to your head?

Your heart beats faster and you're pretty sure to Kyle you look as if you just had a heart attack. Frozen in shock... frozen in.. dread? You're not sure what to feel.

Your throat is dry, your mouth is dry, "How..? Who..?" You croak out.

"The podcast earlier released it, it uh, was Red.. They've been together since right after we left for our tours."

"Oh- Oh my god I'm going to be sick." You gasp out.

Kyle instinctively wraps his arms around your body, holding you tight. You know that if you were standing, you'd have collapsed onto the ground. He rubs circles into your back and rubs his hands along your sides to comfort you.

You can also feel Kyle whisper in your ear comforting phrases, at least you'd assume it's comfort. You can't hear anything, the shock of the situation hitting you even harder now you know everything.. or at least everything you need to know.. everything you want to know.

You can't feel tears.. you're not sure why, maybe a part of you expected this... no, no how could you ever expect something like this? Your body is in a catatonic state. You feel sick yet you feel fine. Almost as if your body is fighting itself in a way that you don't know how to deal with.

You feel hollow.. empty.. like someone just ripped a half of you away with no explanation as to why. Except you HAD an explanation.. a horrible, awful, shitty, excruciatingly painful explanation.

You hear the trailer door open and a few gasps, before feeling three pairs of arms circle your body. You felt cold, you felt numb, you felt broken. But above all?

You felt alone.

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[lampadarietto]

hi!!1! i hope u are feeling good today ^w^ just a disclaimer before the actual request, can u give (space) after symbols? like:

i eat dog food today!it isnt so good, ngl ❌

i eat dog food today! it isnt so good, ngl ✅

u dont need to keep up w doing that, but i ask at least in my request. i have some reading difficulty so the space between the letter and the symbol makes reading easier to me. thanks!!1!

anyway- i wanted to ask for a platonic tadc one. jax, caine, ragatha, gangle, zooble, pomni and kinger x teen reader (im not sure if u are used to making multiple in one post, but u can choose just one or somes if u are struggling :3), the reader have a personality similar to a eeve, if u know what i mean. shes kind and caring, a bit energetic and fun-loving, she protects the other characters and give them some weird things she finds around, she smiles a lot and i imagine one trait of her appearance, it being she having a cardboard box in her head that shows her facial expressions by emoticons, like ">w<" and ":0" (u dont need to add that, i just thought its a fun concept to write about). bUT in the other hand... shes not so sweet. she is chaotic and not much as jax but she loves to tease others (like playfully fighting or being playfully mean but never crossing a boundary by doing so), shes stubborn to do things she dosent want to do and shes lazy, she is bold w her feelings and she have a bit of a short temper to some topics (even tho she dosent physically hurt anyone, she does create a beef w them and is sure to show it, by dirty looks and being passive agressive)

anyway, i dont think i have further ideas. so have fun!!1! u can deny this request if u want. its totally ok ^_^

Omg sorry about the symbol thing!!!

Also this is probably my fav request so far because im a big sucker for platonic requests so thank you!

this took like 3-4 hours to write help

₊ ⊹JAX

✰If you like pranking people, you're surely going to ask Jax for help.

✰he's like the pranking master there, just ask and he'll help you!!

✰definitely bullies you at first, kinda depends on how you look and act. Also endlessly bullies you because you're really young. Would not care that you're a 'teen', you're still a little child in his eyes.

✰You're short? im sure you won't mind if Jax puts his arm on your head!

✰Tall?? like, taller than Jax?? Hes gonna kick you behind the knee so you're shorter! (be ALWAYS on guard because this guy kicks hard even when he doesn't mean it)

✰You're like, happy all the time?? He would try to make you sad (as a joke)

✰If you're small, he IS going to throw you at things and maybe people too in certain occasions.

✰If you're arguing with someone, he just roots for you on default. He doesn't even care what it is about or with who you're arguing with, he's gonna trip the person you're arguing with either way (unless it's caine, that dude floats)

✰If you have a cardboard box as your head, he's surely drawing on it or putting stickers on it. Everyone would do that, sure. But his stickers are either offensive or just ugly (will act as if you stabbed him with a fork if you remove them)

✰If you've got long hair (or hair that you can tie up) he'd go like "let me tie your hair, it looks ugly" and pull on it as hard as he can (ultimately making you fall)

✰teaches you comebacks so you don't look like a 'loser' while arguing with someone (please don't use his comebacks they are really bad)

✰might let you see where he puts his keys to various places (like rooms and stuff, yours included somehow) but dont tell anyone or he's going to kick you into the sun

✰Personally, i give rocks i think are pretty to the people i care about. I draw a face on them, and bam here's the gift. If you do that too, but maybe with other objects, Jax is probably going to hit you with it atleast once (not too hard though)

✰If you tend to give lots of gift he's probably going to need a little corner of his room called 'gifts from ___'

✰Some gloinks came into his room once and stole some of the gifts from that corner. Jax never told you (he forgot to..)

✰Steals your food at the dinner table while bullying Gangle because he has nothing better to do

✰If you're in time out for any reason (like swearing too much) he's going to get you out of the punishment (he always fails bruh)

✰The only reason why he fails is that he's bad at coming up with an excuse because it's to get YOU out of trouble. It's easy when he's trying to get himself out of trouble and comes naturally, but it just doesn't with other people.

✰overall really annoying if he actually enjoys spending time with you, would recommend unless you're really irritable

₊ ⊹ZOOBLE

✰Zooble is really chill, they may even become your 'gossip buddie' if you'd like.

✰The fact that you're younger than them makes it easier (for them, at least.) since you can learn alot from them!

✰Pulls up to your door, rings the doorbell and when you open she goes "i HAVE to tell you about-" and just enters your room while he speaks(unless you don't want to, of course)

✰if you have a cardboard box head, they surely wrote 'zooble' on your carboard box and some insults somewhere (mainly for Jax)

✰laughs ALOT when you tease or straight up pick on people (especially Jax)

✰If you see one of his parts not in the place it's supposed to be, please put it in it's respective place! If you've become friends with zooble, they will surely trust you with things like putting back a body part if she doesn't notice it's in the wrong place!!

✰If you swear a lot, they'll probably laugh until Caine puts you in timeout (that's when she knows she's next)

✰If you ask nicely, they will try to find some (digital) nail polish and let you paint their nails (or them painting your nails, they don't mind either way.)

✰Almost chopped some of your hair off once while trying to do a cute hair style (the crab hand thing is really sharp. They didnt mean it!!!!)

✰flips you off on daily basis for random reasons and roll their eyes in the sassiest way possible

✰If you give them gifts, they'll act as if it's horrible but store it in his room later (he's NEVER telling you that)

✰Is grateful when you (try to) protect them from gloinks. Everytime Zooble is around, some gloinks are already there to just steal her body parts! Help her, do something please!

✰Overall very chill, would recommend unless you get offended easily

₊ ⊹CAINE

✰oh boy!!

✰the circus is a place for children. Finally a child or someone close to one!!!!

✰He's very excited. Makes you and the others (Zooble doesn't usually come though) go have adventures! you even got to choose once!!!

✰Again, if you wear a carboard box head he will sign it like hes a celebrity and write a something next to his signing. (his handwriting is really elegant too!)

✰Once made you look after Bubble while he was dealing with... some things and the whole circus was almost set on fire (all thanks to jax trying to see if Bubbles were flammable)

✰If you swear too much, you'll have to go in timeout!!!! (Zooble goes in timeout often)

✰Stores every single one of your gifts even if Jax says they're ugly

✰𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘚 your energy and attitude!

✰Very happy to see you enjoy your time here with the others.

✰If you're a picky eater or dont like the (digital) food chef Bubble cooks, hes surely going to make Bubble cook something of your choice!!

✰If you entered the circus when you were 10 years old or less, you probably had a bedtime before turning 12. If you were up past your bedtime, you were usually put in timeout!

✰Finds it funny that you tease people.

✰Overall much of a father figure if you've entered the circus when you were really young. (like from 7-11 years old)

₊ ⊹POMNI

✰Pomni was NOT expecting to find a kid in the circus.

✰Why aren't you trying to find a way out? You're young, get out of here and live a happy life!!

✰Other than than, Pomni is very shy and awkward at first.

✰She's not.. sure on what to say. To you, to everyone.

✰She's still trying to find a way out so she won't talk to you or anyone at first.

✰After some time, you speak more and more to her until she gets comfortable with you.

✰She chuckles when you tease people, sometimes.

✰will draw on your cardboard box head if you have on and write her name on it.

✰She often talks to you about the exit door, about the real world.

✰"Don't you want to go back?" she literally bombards you with questions of all kind..

✰Try to be friendly with her, please! She's still trying to get used to the circus and it's weird individuals... (ahem.Jax.)

✰i just KNOW that Jax tripped Pomni atleast once. Please don't let that happend..

✰(tries to) Keeps your gifts somewhere in her room, often loses some..

✰Overall really nice when you get to know her. Stutters alot when shes nervous and is still shocked.

₊ ⊹RAGATHA

✰a kid?? here?? Oh my.

✰She WILL tell you about everything you should know.

✰"Oh, be careful or you might-" "This is where we usually-" "don't! Its dangerous!"

✰She tries her best.

✰Shes always there for you! She tries to get you involved in activities, adventures and everything!

✰Writes a happy phrase on your cardboard box (if you have one) so that you're happy, even when not feeling like your best.

✰loves your gifts! Is a little weirded out at first but loves them alot! She keeps them in her room like trophys.

✰Will make your hair look very cute if you let her touch it. She will put bows, ribbons, every cute thing that she think might fit you.

✰Loves to have someone as nice as her (for the most part) and is glad that she's not the only one with a 'cheerful' attitude at the circus.

✰You can protect her if you want but be careful for random sharp things! Ragatha will be mad(not at you) if you accidentally get hurt while you try to protect her..

✰Shes honestly like a mother figure or an older figure you can count on.

✰Overall the nicest person at the circus, would recommend

₊ ⊹KINGER

✰He jumpscared you once.

✰Apologized right after, of course!

✰Kinger is a rather.. paranoid person. He doesn't get out of his impenetrable fortress unless someone needs him, and gets starled easily.

✰At first, he wasn't sure on what to think about you.

✰When you decided to gift him a little handmade insect collection, he immediately thanks you and invites you into his fortress.

✰You two had fun, and he said you could come in his fortress at any time, but to just warn him beforehand.

✰Stores every gift you give him. Could be an insect collection, rocks or handmade stuff. He doesn't care. He collects them.

✰He still jumpscares you (accidentaly) most of the times. He doesn't mean it!

✰He's super convinced that 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞 would've 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 you.

✰He wishes she was still here, just to show you off.

✰Would get amused when you tease people!

✰Please dont let the gloinks just steal his fortress!!!!

✰Overall pretty chill aside from the sudden jumpscares and random screams, would recommend

₊ ⊹GANGLE

✰would warm up to you pretty quickly.

✰Please comfort her when shes crying or when Jax breaks her comedy mask!!! :(

✰Almost always has her comedy mask when she's with you. Shes just so happy!

✰If you try to help her fix her mask, shes going to be really grateful.

✰Stores every one of your gifts.she Thinks they're beautiful!

✰Please teach her some comebacks so that shes not completely hopeless against Jax :(

✰Shes mostly kind to you, but Gangle is also a shy soul.

✰She's like a bigger sister to you.

✰She tries her best to be as happy as she can around you.

✰Overall really nice (but shy), would totally recommend unless you dont like people crying alot

[thesongmachine]

hi! can you please write headcanons for korekiyo shinguji x motherly reader? like theyre gentle, soft and overall love to take care of and comfort him when needs it, and love to listen to his rambles on his interests?

thank you so much!! i hope youre doing well :))

TYSM! IM GOING THROUGH EVERYONES REQS AAND SEEING YOU GUYS ALL HAPPY THAT IM BACK IS JUST SO AHHWJWJ!!! ILY <33

Korekiyo Shinguji x Motherly!Reader

He loves it so much ughh

He likes the feeling of being comforted

He loves it even more when you let him just ramble!!

Like sometimes he comes down into the living room where your sitting and he just rants.

And you don't mind at all, you pause whatever your doing to listen :3

Korekiyo comes down the stairs of your house, plopping himself beside your feet as you lay on the couch watching T.V.

"Darling... Guess what." He says, looking at you eagerly. Slightly grinning.

"Yes honey?" You say, pausing your show. Sitting upright facing him, with a soft smile on your face.

And boom, then you end up sitting beside eachother for HOURS cuddled up listening to him rant and ramble!!!

He also really loves how gentle you are

He is so happy he met you and just can never get over how great you are-

Sometimes if he had a rough day he goes to you

You can always tell when he's not feeling well and you feel rlly bad

You just lay there with him combing your fingers through his long hair

Giving advice and offering help depending on the situation

He really feels really lucky to have you

I also feel like he has a motherly vibe to him

So if you ever feel bad, then he will def be there for you like you are for him

He completely understand cause not everyone has good days

When you do things like cook and stuff for him, or fix injuries

He feels kinda guilty sometimes-

But ofc you reassure him that everything is fine!!

You don't mind and that's what you would prefer to do :3

Sometimes when you two are out in public, let's say someone has a headache and BOOM

You pull out some medicine form your bag and he's just like 'what'

Not in a bad way, he's just rlly confused at first LMAO-

Overall he's just really greatful and happy with you :33

(can you guys guess what my fav emoticon is :33)

[frostironfudge]

Press Four For Poppet - Steve Rogers

Summary: Steve dials a number he never thought he would. (Basically he calls a sexy times hotline, and you're the operator.)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: main kink: phone sex, shameless smut, dirty talking, descriptions of oral m and f reciving, p in v, steve being sorta naive but also a dirty dirty boy, switch!steve, switch!reader, italics is an automated voice MINORS DNI.

A.N: i mean i thought this concept was really fun especially with steve, let me know what you think!

Main Masterlist || AO3 || Kinktober Materlist

Steve toys with the flip-phone, still not accommodated to the full touch one’s Tony has tried and failed to hook him upon. The little notebook rests opened to that damned page. He can still hear Sam and Natasha giggling as they write into his notebook.

He stares at the writing, crisp clear script most likely Sam’s because Natasha’s cursive could very well be latin for anyone attempting to read.

‘Call this number when you’re feeling particularly lonely’ Followed by a winky face emoticon? Emoji? Steve sighs running a hand over his face, biting his lips. Curiosity getting the better of him, he dials the number.

Taking a gulp of water to soothe himself.

“Hello Sweetheart, Welcome To Nights Of Pleasure, A call in phone sex service—,” The automated voice is cut off.

Steve sputters out all the water, coughing and flipping his phone shut. He catches his breath, clutching at his chest and then he looks back down at the notebook. What the every loving heavens had they consumed that night?

His cheeks and tips of his ears tinged red, nervously he wonders, how intimacy had turned into this sort of thing. Would it be so bad? He wonders. Would it ease the little ache he feels? It was a stranger, he didn’t have to be the man holding the shield, nor the man with a star on his chest. He didn’t have to be the man out of time.

He could be a stranger, a moment in someone’s night finding his own. 

Retrieving the device he dials the number again, the automated voice greets him again,

“Please note the different plans we offer, thirty minutes eighty dollars, forty-five minutes one-sixty dollars, one hour two hundred dollars, you may even purchase gifts for your speakers as a thanks for additional charges, please punch in your card number to purchase your preferred plan.”

Shit, where the hell was that card Tony gave to him? He scrambles around his day’s clothes search for the wallet.

“We haven’t received any input, please punch in your card details to prevent auto disconnection.” 

“We haven’t received any input, please punch in your card details to prevent auto disconnection.” The voice repeats.

“Just a second.” Steve grumbles, “Aha!” he begins to enter the details with shaky hands, he was really doing this, the reality of it was dawning upon him.

“Please press 2, 3 or 4, for your choice of time.” The voice requests, Steve ponders,

“We have not received—,”

Steve panic presses randomly,

“Thank you for choosing one hour and a welcome gift for your person. Please input your gender. Male six, female 3.” The voice could almost sound happy, 

“Thank you for your three hundred fifty dollar payment.”

“Please input your preferred gender to talk to, Male six, female three.”

He facepalms as he presses the required options, if Tony checks the card statement Steve is sure he won’t escape the teasing.

“Please choose from the following: Baby press one, Peach press two, Kitten press three, Poppet press four and Blossom press five, Princess press six.”

He contemplates, then settles on number four, the line beeps.

“Your operator will guide you to the extension server incase you require our services beyond your stipulated time.” the line then beats to a rhythm, the melody unfamiliar.

“Hello there, handsome! I’m Poppet, by what name may I call you? Remember you should give me your fake name, or a nickname.” Your smooth voice greets him.

His cheeks tinge red, “I-I um,” he stumbles over his words.

“First time on here?” You ask, he could hear the hint of a smile on your face.

“Yes ma’am.” He smiles as you chuckle.

“Oh handsome, we’re probably going to get down and dirty, call me Poppet, I’m your Poppet for tonight.” You dip your baritone and it sends a shiver through Steve.

“I, how would you know I’m using my real name?” Steve questions, you laugh.

“Well I have no way to confirm, it’s to protect your privacy.” You say with a shrug, admiring the little teddy bear and chocolates that delivered to your station.

“Would, would it be okay if you called me Steve?” He questions.

“Of course, Steve, I want to say thank you for the gift.” You smile, the little bear had the cutest nose and you had wanted one.

“What gift did they give you?” He wonders curiously, finding himself smiling.

“Oh a lot of chocolates and a teddy bear, I’ve wanted this one since a while, might name him after you.” You giggle as he breathes out a laugh.

“What are you naming the bear?” He questions.

“Steve are you trying to get me to name my teddy after you?” You tease.

“It’s only fair, Poppet.” He smiles when you laugh again.

“Alright fair point, teddy, you hereby are named, Steve.” You declare.

“Thank you.” He says, you smile.

There is a moment of silence, Steve ponders upon what to say next.

“Did you have a hard day today?” You question.

“Of sorts…” He winces slightly in remembrance.

“I could help distract you… Help you forget.” You offer, Steve softly groans as your voice wraps around him.

“How would you do that, Poppet?” He questions.

“Could be on my knees for you, Steve.” You bite your lip, hearing the clink of his belt.

“Are you getting yourself hard for me?” You question with saccharine innocence, “Palming yourself?”

“Yes..” He hisses as his cock twitches in its confines.

“Bet your cock’s gorgeous Steve, are you keeping your cock in your boxers still?” You smirk, as he breathes out a yes.

“Oh Steve, baby let me see.” You coo, he sets the phone on speaker, raising his hips Steve frees himself from the confines, groaning as the cold air touches him.

“Take your shirt off too, Steve, how am I going to leave kisses down your body if you deny your Poppet?” You pout, Steve nods.

“Can’t have my Poppet upset.” He says, voice breathless.

“Touch yourself, fingertips on your neck then across your chest, Steve, bet your skin’s so pretty. Want me to mark and kiss?” You question, toying with your bear’s bowtie.

“Yes please.” He agrees, 

“You want to tug on your nipples for me? Tell me how that feels baby.” You request, Steve slowly approaches the sensitive flesh, biting down on his lips as a rush of current moves through him.

“Look at you, Steve, leaking with precum on that pretty cock, you want to know what I’d do?” Your voice dropped low, sensual, Steve whines in response.

“Words sweet boy.” You order.

“Tell me what you would do to my cock, Poppet.” He finds his voice.

“Circle your thumb around the tip, gather that precum, that would be me, wanting a taste. Do you want to taste yourself baby?” 

“Fuck Poppet, can-can I?” He almost begs, sounding so sweet.

“You can sweet boy, have a taste, wish I could taste you, Steve.” You moan softly. Steve groans around his thumb, hips bucking up from the bed at the sound of your arousal.

“Wrap your hand around the base, slowly move, tell me how it feels.” 

Steve whimpers, needing more than just slow movements. 

“Play with your balls baby, are they heavy? Aching for release?” You ask, humming as he whispers a breathless yes.

Steve’s hand caresses his balls, squeezing when you tell him, then you ask him to return to moving his hand over his shaft.

“Now use your other hand to cup your balls, fuck look at you, could have you filling my mouth, covering my tits with your cum.” You hum, then moan at the thought.

Steve does as you order, hips bucking into his hand, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, so close, want your pretty pussy little Poppet.” he begs.

“Want me to ride you Steve? Want my tight walls squeezing your cock? Want your cum filling me cunt?” Your voice is breathless, Steve wonders if you’re touching yourself, the thought has his cock twitch.

“The you want to watch your cum drip onto my thighs?” You ask he groans, fuck he sounds so fucking hot.

“Yes, fuck, all of it, want to eat your pretty pussy out after I fill you with my seed.” He groans again, pleasure searing across his heated skin.

“Wanna play with my tits too? Watching them as I ride you like a good girl? Hmm, Steve, tell me.”You request.

Steve can feel his orgasm build, “So close, so close, gonna fuck you on every surface, my bed, desk, against the wall, fuck even if I’m sitting on the chair want you on my cock.” He groans.

“Cum for me Steve please, I’m so close, need you to cum so i can, fuck you feel so good, filling up my greedy cunt, only greedy for you.” You whimper his name and it sends him over the edge, his moan has you clenching your thighs, you definitely need to change your underwear.

“Fuck, Poppet—, that, shit.” He chuckles, breathless seeing the mess of his hands and abdomen.

“Want me to lick you clean Steve? We’ve got time.” You tease, Steve chuckles, feeling himself harden again. 

“Will let me eat you out?” He requests.

“I’ll ride your face, how about that?” You offer, smiling at his moan.

Oh he was definitely extending his time with you. 

-x-

[fish-eat-fish]

Pavitr x male! Spiderman! Reader

They meet through Gwen or Hobie and they click instantly! Their friendship blossoms and so does there feelings , then confessions and first kisses

Hopefully it isn’t too much and if it is you can shorten it to confessions and kisses :)

Thanks in advance! Have a good day and light or afternoon!!

(Summer Boredom) ☆ pavitr prabhakar x male!spiderman!reader ☆

tags: group hangout, sleepover, mutual crush, confession

wc: 3.9k

a/n: had to do this request first since there’s not a lot out there for male readers. sorry it’s incredibly late! thank you sm to my beta reader aster who literally whipped this out so fast. finals are over so i’m hoping to get into writing again and getting to requests eventually. i’m also interested in writing for pjo next because of the show (obviously), that’s all!

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It was summer break, and you lay on your bed bored. Two weeks into summer and you hadn’t done much crime-fighting or anything too exciting for that matter. You’d just finished your routine patrol of your city. You even took some time to do a little sightseeing, perched on the edge of the tallest building you could find, taking in the sight of your beautiful neighborhood.

Joining the Spidersociety had been awesome, and you’d loved meeting all of the other spider-variants, but now with not much activity going on with anomalies or villains, you were left to watch over your dimension. In absolute solitude. You sighed, missing being able to talk to other people about your hidden superhero identity.

You needed to hang out with the others, desperately. So, you initiated the conversation, typing in the group chat to get everyone’s attention in the hopes of meeting up later. A little chatting, crime-fighting, maybe a little sleepover after. You needed something. Anything. Socializing wasn’t always the easiest, but this strange little group of Spider-peopleall of you clicked with each other. Being spider-variants is the most unifying feature.

Hobie sat in your room and scrolled through his phone as well, tapping a rhythm onto his guitar across you. You smiled at him and glanced back down at your phone.

Miles and Gwen replied instantly.

“Sounds good!! B ther after fite (ㆀ˘･з･˘)”

“Miles! Stop fighting and texting!!” With an angry emoticon displayed on your screen.

You stifled a laugh at their responses, watching Gwen’s text appear. You sighed watching them text and banter amongst themselves. You lay on your bed, phone up in the air as you scanned across your screen. You wanted to hear from Pavitr in particular. Always wanting to hear from him and his dimension. You felt a twinge of pain in your heart, remembering that you didn’t even exist in his world, nor did he in yours.

“Hey, that sounds fun!!! I’ll be there as soon as I can, Auntie is mad at me for skipping breakfast… D:”

You typed back, finding yourself grinning at his little emoticon. “Ur Auntie is right, bring me something plz!”

“Of course! I hope you’re taking care of yourself. It’s important to stay happy and healthy, and surround yourself with lots of animals, especially dogs.”

“Pav wgatr u talk g anout?”

“^_^”

“Someone get this man away from the dogs and up in this DIMENSION.” Hobie quipped, looking up at you.

You lightly tapped on your arm, grasping onto your forearm as you smiled at your screen. Hobie scoffed at the sight of you from across the room, to which you looked over in mock offense.

“Oh my god! What?” You questioned.

His low voice chuckled at you, his fingers lightly strumming his metal guitar as he sat sprawled out in your spinning chair. He had taken his shoes off at the door and had made himself rather comfy in your room and in your universe.

His voice hung heavy with a teasing tone, “You seriously need to let him know, you know that right?” He mused, spinning lightly in his chair. You shot him a shocked look before closing your mouth and glancing at your phone, checking for an answer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You muttered, tightening the grip around your pillow as you lay flat on your bed.

Hobie scoffed at you, stopping in his tracks as he spun back around and tapped on the strings of his guitar, the music flying off of it in strange paper cut-out shapes of displayed sound. You stared at it in awe as Hobie’s dimension always had you wondering how different he was. He chuckled as he looked at you in your eyes.

“Don’t be such a downer yeah? He likes you. He’s curious about you.” He replied quickly.

“Yeah, but that’s just him.”

“Just trust me on this mkay?”

You sighed and sat up on your bed, stretching out. Your room was all set up for a fantastic hangout, and your parents were gone to not raise suspicion as to why you were talking to strangers in your room. You adjusted and picked up a few things as you waited for the others to arrive, with Hobie watching you with a close eye as he swiveled in the chair. Just as you were about to go and get some refreshments for your friends, a loud crash caught your attention. You opened your curtains and grinned as you saw Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr outside on your fire escape.

You ignored how Miles had fallen and was writhing in pain as he clutched his foot. Gwen was in the process of helping him up. Pavitr kindly knocked on your window with the back of his hand and waved at you. You quietly chuckled at the scene in front of you and opened the latch of your window to let them in. Pavitr took one last glance around and grasped at his mask, pulling it off. You felt thoughts bubble in your head as you saw his familiar face. His soft features never ceased to put you in a trance. Over his suit, he wore an oversized tee and his shorts.

Gwen’s laugh rang through your head as she entered first, the other two following in behind. They were also wearing their casual clothes over their suits, in preparation for the hangout. “Sorry we’re late, Pav insisted on petting some strays on the way here.” She said, walking in and observing your room with interest. “You redecorated huh?”

You shrugged as you glanced back at Pavitr closing your door with care. “Yeah, just a little.”

Hobie’s voice took your attention as he greeted Gwen and then Miles.

You cleared your throat in offense, getting them to greet you too as you dapped up Miles. Gwen didn’t understand your hand gestures, but she tried it anyway. “I think we should start this hangout off with, perhaps a movie. Any recommendations?” You scanned across their faces.

Miles hummed in thought and perked up, “Spiderman!”

Hobie eyed him, “Oi real creative yeah?”

“Do you even have Spiderman movies in your universe Miles?”

“Yeah of course.” He said proudly.

Pavitr shrugged as he adjusted to sit on the floor, crossing his legs. You sat on your bed near him, unable to ignore his presence. Gwen got situated on your bed as well as Miles remained standing, leaning against your desk.

“Well, I guess so.” You shrugged, “You guys want to watch Andrew Garfield, Toby Maguire, or Tom Holland Spiderman?”

Pavitr looked up at you in confusion, “Is Andrew Garfield the cat who eats lasagna?”

You laughed, “Not quite.”

“You pick! But I’ve never heard of any of those actors before. Might be interesting to see how your movies are in your dimension.”

“I’m gonna go grab some drinks and snacks, can one of you guys set up the movie from my phone?”

Miles pitched in, “I got it.” Opening up his hands to catch your phone as you threw it to him.

Pavitr raised his hand as he got up onto his feet, “I’ll help you.”

He waltzed past by and walked ahead of you into your kitchen. Hobie eyed you and mouthed something and you already knew what he was implying. You left the room quickly, ruffling your hair in annoyance as you followed behind Pavitr. He hummed in thought as he looked around your kitchen.

“Sorry about the mess, I had to make lunch earlier.” You explained, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Oh don’t worry, I don’t mind.” He replied, glancing up at you, “Actually, I can help with your dishes.”

You chuckled at his offer and nodded, mouthing a thanks. The cups in your cupboards seemed to comically color code themselves as you reached in. You set five mugs down on the dining table and decided that with the winter air, tea wouldn’t be so bad for you and your friends. It would help everyone unwind and relax.

“Sorry.” You muttered as you walked past Pav to reach up into the pantry with all the tea. They were unconventionally stored to your dismay. Beside you, Pavitr quietly scrubbed at some stray dishes in your sink. Silence resided over you two as you grabbed the case of tea bags.

“Think English Breakfast will be okay for everyone?” You commented, holding the tea box in your hand. He hummed beside you, “Tea’s always good.”

“I guess I should’ve asked what everyone liked.” You mumbled, seeing an array of teas up on the pantry shelf.

“It’s been a while since we’ve hung out. It’s nice. Thank you for inviting me, I missed seeing you at headquarters.”

His voice filled your head as you opened the case of tea.

“You missed me?” You lightly chuckled, amused at the thought. “It’s only been a few weeks since I’ve dropped by.”

Glancing over at Pavitr, you caught him biting his lip as he glued his eyes onto the task at hand. He held a bashful expression that you memorized. You caught his gaze as you froze. He looked at you with what seemed to be embarrassment. This had you speaking before you could even register what you were promising.

“I’ll… stop by more often.”

A weird air passed between the two of you as he broke eye contact first, clearing his throat as he scrubbed harder at the plate in his hand. You went blank as you continued to place the teabags into the mugs, adding small spoonfuls of sugar into each cup. Pavitr finished up behind you as you heard the faucet turn off. You heard him shuffling in the kitchen as he placed the dishes on the drying rack.

He hummed as you felt his skin graze yours, your shoulders touching as he looked at what you were doing. “You have cute cups,” He said with a smile. “Reminds me of the ones I have.”

You felt your skin flush where he was pressed up against it. You tried your hardest not to look up at him right now. You were afraid your heart would drop at how close he was. “Yeah?”

It was pretty obvious Pavitr was looking at you from the side. But you didn’t realize how closely he was observing your every feature. He just naturally felt drawn to observing you, it wasn’t something he could help. He wondered if you’d start visiting headquarters again. It was embarrassing how much he thought of you in his dimension.

Without much thought, except his instinct to touch your skin, he spoke in a hushed voice. “You have an eyelash,” You felt him trap your body as he propped himself up by placing an arm on the counter. You turned to face him in shock at what was happening, as you felt his warm skin encase your cheek. He ran his thumb over your cheek as the two of you held your breath. Pavitr looked into your familiar eyes and searched for an answer, a sign that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. But Pavitr had already brushed the lash off and now wasn’t the time.

It was dangerous for him to be with you alone.

He cleared his throat and casually rubbed your cheek again. “Got it.”

It was unbelievable how much charm that boy had when it came to you. He casually walked off and grabbed a spoon, pouring hot water into the cups beside you. Being pulled out of that moment gave you physical repercussions, as you felt your stomach turn at his touch. Whatever had just happened made your mind explode with possibilities. The two of you finished prepping the tea without another word and took as many mugs and snacks as you could, returning to the others.

You pushed past the door as you held your mugs, and Pavitr was beside you with mugs and a bag of chips in his arms. “Here’s tea for everyone.”

Gwen thanked you softly as she took the pink mug. Gwen and Miles had gone and changed into their pajamas. You figured you’d encourage Pav to change and get comfortable as well.You hadn’t even thought of the sleeping arrangement but that was a later decision. Miles had already let you know he’d have to leave for the night since he was grounded again for some back talk to his parents.

She shared a curious look with you, the two of you speaking without words as she glanced back at Pavitr who now stood next to Hobie as he set the snacks down on your desk. You flashed a small panicked look at her before standing up to not look suspicious. You gave Miles his yellow mug, and Hobie his blue mug. Pavitr held his mug in his hands and took a sip, humming in satisfaction. Gwen took your pillow and hugged it as she looked towards Miles who was now connecting your phone to the small projector you had. He let out a triumphant noise as he finally navigated your phone, and adjusted the volume.

Hobie moved to sit on the floor next to Pavitr, and Miles next to Gwen. This made you move a bit up to get comfortable as you sat on the end of your bed. But with Pavitr sitting on the floor in front of you, you didn’t mind. You lay on your stomach again, placing your arms under your chin as your head was near Pavitr’s. As Miles pressed play on your phone, the five of you began your movie marathon.

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The night was incredibly uneventful, as most of you became tired quickly, opting to pass out before midnight. It made sense really, with everyone balancing their lives as a hero with their personal lives. The lull of the movies on the projector eventually compelled everyone to call it a night and situate themselves for sleep.

In front of you, Pavitr heavily yawned. Along with Hobie who had somehow dozed off with his hand in the bowl of popcorn. You laughed at the sight of him and asked Pavitr to wake him up. The others didn’t hang out in your dimension that often, so you had to formulate a sleeping situation. Miles was yawning actively as he threw on his suit and mask, getting ready to go home.

“I’ll see you guys later, thanks for the movies!” He spoke out after quickly saying goodbye to everyone. He sat at your windowsill before thwippingto a rooftop and disappearing with a bright portal flashing in the night sky.

Now it was just the four of you occupying your living room. You got up and left the room with Gwen discussing how strange it was to see Spidermen depicted in your universe. Hobie shot back that Andrew Garfield was his favorite Spiderman. You chuckled and brought out sleeping bags and blankets to create a small makeshift bed in your living room. The others held pillows from your room to use and began getting ready to sleep. Hobie instantly called dibs on your small couch, even though he was the tallest. And Gwen opted for the longer couch. This left you and Pav to share the bed, which you figured Hobie and Gwen had planned discreetly.

You sighed as you fluffed up your pillow next to Pavitr who was stretching out and yawning. He glanced over at you, “You okay? I promise I don’t snore. At least I don’t think so…” He trailed off. You smiled at this and got situated in the dark next to him, “It’s nothing. Just wiped out.” You lied.

He hummed in reply and stiffly laid down in the bed next to you. You couldn’t hear Gwen and Hobie speaking anymore, since they had complained about how it was too late for them to stay up any longer. You kept your voice quiet as you turned over to Pavitr, “Let me know if I accidentally hog the blanket, I have an issue with that.”

He kept his voice low too, “Okay. Night.” He said, lying when he cut the conversation short. He had wanted to talk to you more, but he also didn’t mind sharing this peaceful moment with you. He kept far in order to respect your boundaries, as he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You breathed deeply as you looked up at the ceiling, aware of how close you guys were. It was hard to relax, but your eyes eventually closed as fatigue set into your body.

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The next morning, you were woken up by Gwen putting on her shoes and talking to Hobie quietly. You groaned slightly and rose, looking up at them. You spoke through your raspy morning voice, “You guys leaving?”

Gwen turned to you and nodded, “Yeah we have to go see Miguel on some business. Thanks for having us.” She glanced at Pavitr beside you.

Hobie adjusted his guitar onto his back, “Let Pav know we said bye.”

You nodded at this and mouthed a goodbye as they left into your room and probably out. Your parents would most likely arrive in a few hours, so you had to get up and get ready to clean your home and get rid of any evidence of people crashing here. You glanced over at Pavitr beside you, who strangely slept with the blanket covering most of his face. His black hair poked out from under the blanket as his body rose with each breath he took. You were sorry for breaking his sleep.

“Pav.” You spoke out softly, reaching a hand over to shake him awake, “It’s time to go.”

He tiredly opened his eyes under the covers as your raspy voice filled his ears. He dragged the blanket down slightly to look at you, mumbling. You laughed at his fatigued state and ushered him to get up. You yawned and walked into the kitchen, deciding to maybe prepare some quick breakfast for the two of you before you sent him off. Pavitr somehow had managed to spring out of bed with twice the energy you lacked in the mornings.

“Are you good with pancakes?” You spoke out as he sat at your dining table.

“You’re making breakfast?” He questioned, rubbing the last of his sleep out of his eyes.

You glanced back at him as he stretched, trying to ignore the fact that it was just the two of you again. You nodded, pouring the pancake mix onto the pan as you slowly cooked them. Standing with your hand on your hip as you waited for the pancakes to cook.

“You know, I like seeing you for this long.” Pav started, absentmindedly tapping on his mug from yesterday, “I mean…” He seemed to be in careful thought.

The pancakes sizzled behind you as you turned to look as you spoke.

Pavitr glanced at his side before managing to meet your eyes. He noticed how nervous you were too whenever he decided to speak out like this, and he hoped that it all meant you somehow managed to like him back. “You… your company, I like having it. I think you’re one of the coolest guys I’ve ever met and…” His words fizzled out in his throat as you looked away, scratching the back of your neck. You set your spatula down and grasped the counter to ground yourself, speaking before Pavitr would think that you’d shot him down.

“Pav.” You said, voice cracking embarrassingly drawing attention to your nervous demeanor.

He looked up at you, curious of what you were gonna say.

“I, I like you.” You said out loud with guilt. The heartbeat in your chest pounded, threatening to explode as blood rushed through your ears. This confession was practically making you nauseous, but you couldn’t bear to be selfish and take Pavitr’s kindness for romantic interest. He was always nice, that’s just who he was.

Across the kitchen, Pavitr held onto his mug tightly, processing what you’d said for a quick moment, before replying in a heartbeat.

“I like you too.”

Behind you, the faint smell of burnt pancakes snapped you back into reality and out of your worry. You panickedly scraped at the pancake, trying to get it off of the pan. Pavitr nervously looked at you as you momentarily attended to the task, patiently waiting for a resolution. You took the pan off of the stove and took a shaky breath.

“So, so that’s good.” You spoke out shakily.

“I want to be your boyfriend, and I want you to be mine.” He replied instantly, looking up at you expectedly, which made you almost choke on your spit. You felt very weak at this sequence of events.

“I’d like that.” You muttered, handing him his plate of non-burnt pancakes with a fork. You flushed as he beamed at you from across the table. He was happy that you’d somehow read his mind and had spoken up about your interest in him. Pavitr felt like he could happily return to his dimension without worry now. Expecting to share a lot more moments and firsts with you from now on.

You chewed on your pancake and glanced up at him as you flushed, “You’re staring.”

He laughed and filled your stomach with butterflies, just as he always did. “I just like looking at you.”

You groaned and lightly kicked him under the table. He happily ate the pancakes you served and offered to take the dishes to clean them again while you cleaned up the living room. Your heart pounded as you repeated that moment over and over in your head. So maybe Hobie was right, whatever. And speaking of Hobie, you’d have to tell him right away. You shot him a quick text, waiting for his response of, “I told you so.”

It was now time for you two to separate, as you collected Pavitr’s stuff from your room and folded it neatly for him to take. His eyes always seemed to find yours without failnow, and he shot you his golden smile, as he always did. He sat at your window sill in his suit and his mask as you stood out like a sore thumb, feeling less cool out of your suit. Pavitr waited for you to say goodbye before he left, letting light shine around his body. You could never get enough of him.

“I guess you have to go now, huh.” You muttered, feeling disappointed. He sadly nodded at you, taking one last look around your room, and then at you. Pavitr wanted to say something, as he lifted his shoulders and slouched as he mumbled in thought. Eventually, he looked at you with that endearing gaze and pulled his mask down.

“Is it okay, if I can ask for a goodbye kiss…?” He said innocently. You tried not to let your smile show too much as you stiffened up and nodded. He nervously smiled at you with his mask held in his hand. You walked up to him in the window, and he wrapped his arm around your torso as you shared a chaste kiss. It was quick, and Pavitr didn’t seem satisfied with that, as he brought his other hand to the side of your neck, pulling you in for a longer and deeper kiss. It was nerve-wracking, but it was sweet and vulnerable.

He grinned and giggled as the two of you separated, pulling his mask over his head as he readied his bracelets to swing. You blushed at the tingling sensation in your lips and your fingertips and spoke out with excitement.

“I’ll see you later Pav.”

He lightly laughed under his mask as he waved goodbye to you, “See you tomorrow.”

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Okaokay! What if we flip the situation kinda >:)

So like Sahed has secret crush on reader and reader is like confident and flirts with him however rather than a clap back like he does with Julia he just goes quiet (cuz he’s flustered tehee) so this makes reader jealous of Julia cause they think he doesn’t like them back .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.

Blah blah blah reader surprisingly kisses Sahed and he’s all flustered blushing mess happy ending

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I love it. And I love your request. Let's do this!

Also thank you for requesting again, 🍓 <3

Warnings: jealous reader, reader makes explicit remarks, flustered Sahed, and Rainah is our beloved wingwoman again

Word count: 2.1 k

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Cursed lips

"Tell me Sahed..", you spoke when you sat yourself next to the three eyes, and he immediately blushed. You guys were eating dinner, and Sahed ate at a lone corner, so what better way option would you have than to plop down next to him and flirt with him?

"how come you always look so perfect?", you asked, watching his reaction with a sly grin. It was routine by now that Sahed would blush furiously, he would say no syllable back though. He only ate his food in silence.

You huffed, taking a more daring approach. "You know, you are just like a maths book," and out of the corner of your eyes, you saw the Ah'kon momentarily stop shoving spaghetti in his mouth.

'Got him this time!', you thought as you finished your sentence. "Whenever I open that particular book, I just groan and say-"

Sahed quickly stood up and left. "Hmpf! Didn't even get to finish my sentence...", you muttered, as you watched him leave the cafeteria with a hand on your ching and an annoyed expression.

...

You didn't understand Sahed. You knew him, his past, why he was the way he was, but not how he couldn't even talk back to you.

However, it was a whole other story with Julia, one of the newcomers. Whenever she was around, Sahed cracked jokes left and right, pulled some pranks on her, and... flirted with her very often.

It made you feel like a fool, running after him all these years. Sometimes, Sahed made you think he actually liked you, but before you could be sure about that, he backed away, saying stuff like "I was just joking!", "Did you really believe that?" ...and the worst: "C'mon, we're friends!"

yeah, he made you feel like a lovesick fool, and you hated yourself for not being able to stop your heart to beat for him. You hated feeling invincible whenever he was near, like you could achieve anything in this world.

But, you were not one to back down, no. You'd spoil him rotten, court him, gift him flowers, write him poems, and praise and compliment and flirt with him until the day he'd tell you to stop or reject you.

You were ____ ______, for god's sake!

You'll make Sahed yours!

If only your confidencs would restore faster after each time you see Sahed flirting with Julia. You wished he'd tell you how he felt, but you were always met with silence on the other end, and it knawed at you.

it felt disgusting.

...

Sahed was having a nervous breakdown, his elbows on his table and his face buried in his face as he groaned loudly .Kamille drew a new design for Rainah and Rainah only stroked Sahed's back in comfort.

"And then she said, "Whenever I open that particular book, I just groan and say-" and that's then I left!", Sahed cried in an exasperated tone as he looked at his sister with a very flustered expression, his face being redder than a tomato and Rainah only laughed.

"Oh my, she must be pulling all the stops now. But I do feel pity for ____. Sahed, you can't just not answer when she talks to you. You'll only hurt her feelings, you know?", she spoke when Sahed looked at her with drooped eyes and a sad frown.

"I-I know, Rainah, and I'm trying! I actually sat up early this morning, just to rehearse what I want to say to her, but when I look at her, or when I hear her voice...", he whined as he rubbed his eyes in frustration.

Rainah only sighed tiredly. "What if you just write her something, instead of trying to speak?", Kamille's voice rang softly, and Sahed raised his head.

"That's...actually a pretty good idea...!", Rainah praised, and kamille smiled bashfully as she looked down at her designs with a blush.

Sahed searched for papers, not the scattered and drawn-on ones. He finally found a lone paper and scrambled around for a pen with ink. Once he found one, he wrote whatever came to mind. He wrote for a solid two minutes, his eyes furrowed in concentration, and the room was filled with Kamille's gentle stroke of her pen against her skecthes, and Sahed's rough handwriting, his wrist flicking after every tenth word.

Then he abruptly stopped. "No. that's not right.", he criticised his work, and fisted the paper in his hand. rainah raised an eyebrow after he threw it to the ground -it missed the bin- and looked for a new paper.

She picked it up and read what was inside, and she gasped.

Dear ____, Not a day, an hour, a minute, or even a second goes by where I'm not thinking of you. Hell, I even see you in my dreams. You always have on that beautiful pink dress on...it really suits you, and I can't help but fall for you every time you bless me in that other world. In my dreams, I am not a cowerd who can't even answer you, no. In my dreams, I am responding to every of your words. I am also flirting with you, looking at you the way you look at me, and even holding, and kissing your delicate, petite hands. If only I could do it too when I am not in the dreamland. If only I could tell you how much you mean to me, how much I crave your attention, how I want you to keep flirting with me, even when I can't always take it, should I faint, is it beccause of the overdose of love you've showered me with. I wish I could speak to you, but I can't and I can't help but think I am cursed. I simply cannot speak when I'm around you. Whenever I look into those beautiful orbs of yours, or smell your perfume, my voice leaves and I am just--standing there like an idiot! Your words make me feel so much better about myself than I'd like to admit. Every word you say, every compliment, every praise, I wish to give right back at you, but I always find myself tongue-tied, & my throat suddenly has a toad in it. I wish I could tell you how I feel and

And that's where he stopped. Rainah looked at her brother, who was looking at the drawn on papers, scratching his head in thought, most likely trying to figure out where his newly purchased ones went.

Without telling him a word, Rainah left the room.

...

"What?! You're joking, right??", Julia's response came to your question and she was laughing her butt off.

you only stared at her laughing with a saw frown etched on your face. "I'm serious, you know...?", you muttered when you saw her gasping for air.

It couldn't be that asking her if she liked Sahed would be the funniest thing she'd ever heard, but oh well.

"Sor...sorry...phew!...ehehheheheee~...!", Julia laughed while trying to catch her breath. "It's just, I am not the one who likes Sahed, or the one who Sahed likes." "Huh?"

"Listen, ____. I may seem close to that guy, but there's nothing but cameraderie between us.", Julia started, a sympathetic smile on her face. You looked at her with hesitation. "...Really?"

"Really. And I'm surprised that you're actually asking me this when Sahed only has heart eyes for you-"

"____! ____! I need to give you something!", Rainah yelled when she finally spotted you. You look at her confused, having Julia's words not processed yet.

"Woah, Rainah, what happened to you?", Julia asked, and rainah only gave you Sahed's paper. "..here...!", she panted.

"Had to give you this before Sahed gets me! Byeee!", she exclaimed, before dashing away.

Julia put a hand on your shoulder. "I have some business to attend to, okay? Bye."

And gone was she. Now, as you were alone, you read what was written on it. You gasped in shock.

Each sentence made you heart flutter, your eyes widen, and your love for your crush grow.

...

Sahed sighed. He was getting nowhere with this. Kamille had left to go to the sewer with her sketches, and Rainah left to god-knows-where.

He looked at the dozens of love letters on the ground he wrote as soon as he got his hands on the new paper. He used every single one of them, then he rumpled every single one.

He'd never write a good confession, let alone love letter. However, a knock at his door made him halt in his thoughts, and he opened the door. You stood there, with his first paper in hand.

"May I step in?", you asked gently, and Sahed got red. Without a word, he stepped to the side. You saw the papers on the ground, which were as rumpled as the one in your hand.

"May I look at the other papers?", you looked at him. He looked to the side, and nodded. 'no, no, nononononono...! She's going to read all my papers..!', he thought as he watched you crouch down to the ground to open the crumpled papers on the ground.

You opened the first one, and it left you in shock.

My wonderful lady ____, you have no idea how much I am infuriated with you. Every second next to you feels like heaven, but it ends in a second. I cannot fathom when I started harbouring these feelings, but I know that I cannot stop them, nor do I want to. I enjoy your company, and I wish I would answer you, if it weren't for those ... cursed lips of mine. Whenever I find myself near you, my heartbeat speeds up as if I'd be running a marathon, my hands grow sweaty when I think about holding the ones you have, and I can't utter a single word to you. Whenever you talk to me, whether it be joking, a normal conversation, or you flirting with me, I always find myself at a loss for words. It's like I have lost my tongue, or every language I am capable of speaking is wiped from my brain.

I think it is because I have fallen in love with you, _____, for I can't imagine the sun rising without your presence. I can't imagine going on stage in front of all these people to show my tricks when you're not near, because all these people are only fragments of my past, whereas you are a constant flowing stream in my blood, which rests in my veins and goes into my heart.

I... I love you so much that I can't even speak around you, and I always become a mute fool in your presence. I can't help but grow shy when you're right there, with your glowing aura, your wonderful hair, your charming eyes, and your beautiful smile.

And that was it. The paper anded here. Sahed watched you open and read every single letter from the floor as he grew tense. He was standing behind you at the door, and scratched his head, his blush still evident as he was close to fainting. He sat down on a stool. He watched your body language from behind.

You were just...sitting there, a straight posture, your feet underneat your butt as you sat on your knees and shins, and you occasionally rised a little to take another letter which was a bit further away from you.

No, Sahed couldn't read your body from behind.

He slowly stood up and collected the balls of paper you didn't read yet and gave you one each time you finished reading the last. It took you one hour to finish reading all the letters, and you were grinning from ear to ear. "So...that's how you've been thinking of me...?"

Sahed nodded, his legs being formed criss-cross-applesauce, and he sat next to you. He nodded shyly, his eyes being cast downwards.

"Well...you certainly have a way with words, Sahed. Also...it was really romantic, how you just wrote it all down. I'm flattered from your letters."

Sahed gulped. 'Okay, now or never!'

He took a deep breath as he looked at you with a flustered determined expression. "____, I love you-mmh!"

Yeah, you kissed him. Your one of your hands was on his cheek, the other one on his shoulder. You were facing him with your body as you kissed him, and Sahed's head was just turned down and to your direction.

After you parted, Sahed shyly gave you a little peck on your lips, and smiled sheepishly. "I love you too, Sahed.", you said when you spread your kisses all over his face.

Sahed smiled as he sighed into your affections.

Maybe being not able to talk to you was not so bad.

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[accio-victuuri]

clowning: xzs xi’an food vlog edition 🌶️

you all know the drill. for cpn-loving turtles only. don’t take it too seriously.

i honestly didn’t expect another food vlog from xz. his past adlad cities had them but it slipped my mind that he did go to a xi’an this time and spent quite a bit of time there — so we’re due another episode. i’m really thankful to xz and his team for the effort they put to share with us!

a few clowning points here ⤵️⤵️⤵️

The first one is how XZ can’t seem to handle spice well anymore, like a chongqing native should. Then you have WYB whose tolerance for spicy food increased. It could be that XZ has been living in BJ for so long that his taste has changed or maybe, he is thinking of the other person in his home who does not like spicy food. This is a long running cpn in cpf circles, that their preferences changed after spending time together. You can interpret this as a sign of a romantic relationship or not — but they definitely spent a lot of time together for their tastes to change and then be the same. except for garlic cause xz can’t really deal with that lol.

case in point, both wearing clothes that are for sun protection ( bobo’s is an ad, but he wears one in his personal time too ) and eating cold skinned noodles ( liangpi ). lol. i swear they have the same aesthetic sometimes.

we always joke that xz is the art student and wyb is the sport student — but they actually have a lot of things in common if you observe them more. Another one ZZ enjoyed was a meat bun (Roujiamo) which is a popular street food, but the cpn here is back in 2021 valentines day day they ( allegedly ) spent time together in Henan. Someone even saw Lele buying a lot of the same food and people were clowning that it’s for the two to eat as well. let me live in the fantasy that when they are together, they do this food tasting thing minus the camera recording.

and what is that? some people are pointing it out but i’m pretty sure it’s not a necklace. so funny how we panic when we see some vague clue of a personal necklace with XZ. but this is NOT it. Tho i’m still curious…. what could it be? 👀 popular guess is the string of an amulet. we know how superstitious he is so it could be.

My favorite would have to be the meme/emoticon they used, because it reminded me of what CPFs usually post. I am not sure how popular this is, and i’m positive it’s not exclusive to bxgs, but thinking about xz or his team going to CPF part of the internet and becoming fond of this meme/ emoticon makes me happy. ☺️

and well, same energy as this “incident”:

The loudest CPN being talked about tho is ZZ’s wechat video account that just opened. It’s under his studio and was opened 5/17, the day their certification was completed. What a nice coincidence that this day in the lunar calendar is 3/28. ZHAN AI BO. Also 5/17 is the international day against homophobia, transphobia and biphobia ( remember ZZ shared the song somewhere over the rainbow back in 2016. and it’s one of those 🌈 clues that cpfs

with all of ZZ’s “superstitions”, I feel like the day to open this new account was chosen. and it’s under his company Beijing Bamboo News Culture Media.

So if they already got certified that day, why wait for 5/18 to post. 18= Yibo. Not only that, on Wechat Video they posted at 20:05 which is 8:05. It’s not like weibo where the time stamp stays, users say it’s like IG that says “13 minutes ago..” but does not retain the specific time. So the screenshot below is the time was 20:10 and then XZS caption for the actual post was made 5 minutes ago, the time it was posted. 20:05. I’m not a wild kadian believer but this speaks to me. 😌😌😌

I’m excited for the next couple of days, cause hopefully we will get WDB 5/21. Which is still a rumor and who knows — will be a surprise drop. WYB allegedly going to an awards show 5/23 Huabiao Awards. Please make it happen. I’m looking forward to Movie Actor Yibo attending these kinds of awards show! 5/27 Chunzhen fanmeet with WYB @ Qingdao!!!! It’s been a while since he did something live! So this is a treat. && it’s the same month GG did his Molsion live/fan-meet too.

but wait wasn’t there rumors that xz will go to qingdao on the 27th too for condor heroes prep/training. lol. nothing is confirmed of course but it will be fun is they can be in the same city again for one day and not just in beijing.

-END.

[sionisjaune]

🎁 happy holidays!! Could I please have anything inspired by nico + art of doubt? Thank you for being a wonderful mutual this year!

When you feel this light / When you feel this happy / You’re gonna act so bad / You’re gonna act so badly (from love you back, the brocedes to sico anthem)

Thirty seconds after Nico is slamming the door on Lewis, who has just stormed out of his apartment barefoot with his shirt clutched in one hand, Nico’s phone is chiming with a message. 

Am I still invited to the engineering meeting? says Sebastian. 

Fuck off, Nico types. He misses the days when Seb didn’t have his number. He only ever uses it to make bad jokes that Nico isn’t German enough to understand. It’s absolutely intolerable right now, while Lewis’s saliva is still drying on Nico’s collarbones. He throws himself on his sofa with conviction and resists the urge to smash his phone on the coffee table, instead stretching out his sore legs and smothering his face in a pillow. His phone chimes again.

When Nico nudges the pillow off of his face and reaches for his phone, there’s a new message waiting for him, replete with emoticons that kind of look like they’re crying. That’s no way to speak to your fellow countryman, says Seb. Nico can picture the cheeky sparkle in his eyes and the way he would fail to hide a grin if he said it to Nico’s face. 

Since when am I your countryman, Nico sends before he can stop himself. 

After another minute, Seb replies with another emoticon. You get a pass today, the subsequent message reads. Nico tosses his phone at the other end of the sofa and curls into the cushions, exhaling messily. For a moment, there’s just Sebastian’s stupid jokes and annoying terrier-like personality, and then the memory of Lewis walking out the door, the tattoos on his back still shining with sweat, floods back in. 

-

A few weeks later, Nico is pushing himself through a resistance band exercise on the floor of his motorhome when a knock on the door disturbs his carefully wrought solitude. He allows the band to snap back towards his feet and peels himself off the floor. It won’t be Lewis because Lewis is shut in his own motorhome with the dogs, and he hasn’t spoken to Nico since storming out of his bed like a child. There was a rushed handjob in Nico’s driver’s room before quali, but it doesn’t exactly count if Lewis only spat on his hand, jerked Nico off and then left. 

When Nico nudges the door open, Sebastian is squirming on the steps like an excited chihuahua. He sticks out his arm, offering a package of something. 

“Beer?” says Seb. 

“No,” says Nico. He’s aware that his tone is cold, exactly like Lewis said it was before he stormed out. 

“There’s no alcohol,” says Seb, tapping on the front of the box. 

Nico squints, clocks the 0% on the label, and rolls his eyes. “No point,” he says. 

“Can I come in?” says Seb, practically bouncing on his toes. He tries to peer around Nico to look into the motorhome. 

“Why?” says Nico, folding his arms. “You think my motorhome should be open to the public now too?” 

“Just…” says Seb, adjusting his grip on the six-pack of beer. “For company.” 

“Fine,” says Nico, stepping aside. Seb bounces immediately up the steps, slipping past Nico and throwing himself on the sofa. He slides the pack of beer onto the end table while Nico shuts the door. 

“You really should try one of these,” says Seb, lifting a bottle from the package. “They’re very convincing.” 

Nico rolls his eyes again, at a loss. “I’ll save it for after I win tomorrow,” he says, sliding into the seat opposite Seb. It feels a bit like when he was karting, trash talking weird, juvenile boys on uncomfortable pieces of furniture crowded around a box of beer.

“Will you now?” says Sebastian. He pops a bottle from the package anyway and passes it to Nico. 

-

“Nico,” says Lewis, from the other side of Nico’s hotel door. There’s a particular way that Lewis inflects when he says Nico’s name. Nico used to find it charming. He rubs at his temples and mutes the game on the television so that Lewis won’t know he’s back yet. 

“Nico, I know you’re in there,” says Lewis. He pounds on the door another couple of times. “Come on. I just want to talk.” 

Nico digs for his phone, hidden somewhere under the mound of pillows at the headboard. The message from Sebastian says he won’t make it by for another half-hour. Nico sighs, shuts off the game and goes to unlock the door. 

Lewis barges in as soon as the deadbolt is off, plowing through Nico’s designated personal space like it’s his too. That hasn’t been the case for some time, Nico thinks. 

“Did you tell Sebastian my setup?” says Lewis, rounding on Nico. 

“What?” says Nico. “Why would I do that?” 

“Because you’ve been hanging out with him, and…” Lewis pauses, like he hasn’t completely thought it out. “Because you need an edge to beat me.” 

Nico blinks. “I beat you last week,” he says. 

“And I got the one before that,” says Lewis, eyes narrowing. 

“Did you think about how stupid it is to accuse me of leaking your setup to someone with a completely different car?” says Nico. There’s an eerie space quivering between him and Lewis, too close but not touching. Usually Lewis would have pinched him by now, or Nico would have shaken him, or they would both be on the bed under and on top of each other, tongues in the other’s mouth. 

“Fuck,” says Lewis, roughly. He takes a step back. Nico watches him wrestle with his own flawed logic for a moment before his brow crumples. “I was so fucking angry,” he says. 

Nico points at the door. “Get the fuck out,” he says. “We can do this another time.” 

“I’m sorry,” says Lewis, closing in on Nico again. Nico jabs his arm at the door again. When Lewis doesn’t go, Nico sets a palm on his lower back and guides him towards the door. The secret is usually touching Lewis. It works except for when it backfires. 

Lewis watches sulkily while Nico flips open the deadbolt and turns the knob. When the door opens, Seb is waiting there with his usual puppyish bounce, clutching a package of chocolates that Nico won’t eat. Nico's heart accelerates, and Lewis’s head snaps immediately towards him, his eyes darkening. 

“You know, I actually believed you for a second,” Lewis says, employing the bitchiest tone that Nico has ever heard exit his mouth. He shoulders past Sebastian and disappears down the hallway. Nico shakes the look on Lewis's face out of his mind's eye.

Seb shrugs and steps inside, kicking his shoes off, obviously unperturbed. 

“What’s his problem?” says Seb. 

Nico flicks his hair back and shuts the door once more. “If only anyone knew,” he says. 

-

Nico wins again, a nice handful of points to be weighed in exchange for his end-of-year bonus, even though Lewis has already bagged his third championship. Nico watches him walk off the podium like second place doesn’t mean anything to him, and Nico's chest contracts, tight under the sodden fabric of his race suit. He's frozen until Seb bounds over and reanimates him with a splash in the face from a weak stream of champagne. Nico licks it off his lips and chases Sebastian to the barriers to empty the rest of his bottle over his head. Seb laughs with his mouth open, foam running down his tongue, the hot line of his hip pressed to Nico’s thigh where Nico has him pinned. 

Later, under the eye-searing laser lights of the sleaziest, coolest and most expensive club in Sao Paulo, the same hip is pressed against Nico, clothed in a heinous pair of jeans and affecting what might, maybe, be a dance move. After half an hour of clumsy grinding, Sebastian drags Nico over to the bar and orders him a salty, pink confection of a drink. 

“You have horrible taste,” Nico shouts, leaning towards Sebastian. Seb giggles and accepts his drink unselfconsciously when the bartender slides it across the bar top. “What happened to beer?” 

“You didn’t like that either,” Seb retorts, flushing. He nods his chin at the drink, lifting his own to his mouth. There’s some sort of glazed strawberry impaled on a toothpick balanced on the rim. “Try it.” 

Nico takes a sip, swishes it over his tongue and swallows quickly. His tongue feels thick and slimy afterwards, like it does when he eats too much sugar, but he can’t really taste anything. It’s like the lights and the music are dulling his senses, using up all the sensory-processing bandwidth he has available. He leans towards Seb again, his palm over the base of his cocktail glass, the stem sliding between his index and middle finger. He thinks about Lewis, who hasn’t fucked him since he won his third title. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asks.