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#I know so many people do or it makes them embarrassed or whatever I guess each to their own
pepprs · 10 months
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misery despair suffering etc etc
#purrs#delete later#two thoughts about separate things both causing the despair. thought / thing number 1 which i think ive talked abt on here many times before#but im saying it again: i am not good at being a friend in the ways my friends need me to be a friend. and in the ways friendship is thought#of societally i guess. i isolate myself constantly. i pull away from the opportunity to get closer with people i don’t know as well. i don’t#text back and then when im finally ready it’s been so egregiously long since it was appropriate for me to respond or reciprocate or#whatever it is i am so crushed by guilt and shame and embarrassment that i can’t bring myself to do it. i have so many unread messages and i#wont even let myself open them. and ive been like this for years. and i hurt someone very badly many years ago by being that way. and it was#more complicated than that but sometimes i remember it and how i acted and how i treated them. and i wonder sometimes if they check up on me#and i don’t want to be immature or weird or whatever for talking about it or wondering that openly. but if you do read this and you know who#you are: i am so sorry. i meant whst i said that i would never stop wishing you well and hoping the very best for you. and i hope you have#all of that and more. and im so sorry for not being brave enough to communicate with you or stick around. i really really am. and im sorry#to all the other people i have hurt by pulling away and shutting down and shrinking inside myself and not talking. ik it’s weird to post#that instead of just telling people directly but it’s the guilt. i am fully aware of how many people / groups of people i owe things to /#for but also just… miss. a lot. and want to talk to even though i won’t let myself. i don’t know why im like this and i don’t know how to#stop. but im sorry im not a good friend or even acquaintance or community member. and im talking to everyone now i guess including anyone#reading this bc god knows how many asks and messages i have on here. im sorry. i want to be a better friend. but i also never have spoons. a#and i also want to stay spoonless and cocooned on myself forever and never come out. and i hate that. i want to be a friend. i want to be#kind and giving and loving and generous in the ways you all have been with me. i want to hang out with people and send messages and be there#to lift people up and celebrate with them. but all i can muster is tapping like on social media and it’s horrific. i have gifts to make and#hello / checking in messages to reply to and roleplay starters to post and i just can’t do it right now and im scared i’ll never be able to#again. but it’s a self fulfilling prophecy. if i say i can’t do it then iwont. it’s not enougu to just be aware of it i have to act on it#and change it. but im exhausted and hurting right now and i have been for years and i need to heal first but what if this is healing.#idk. i rambled on that for much longer than i thought i would so nowim gonna say the second thing in a separate post. and it’ll be weird to#post about that in light of this and it’ll be weird to post this at all. but its been weighing on me so heavily today and i don’t want#anyone to think im ignoring them or not aware of being like this or whatever. and posting into the void is easier than telling individual#people to your faces even though i know it’s cowardly. im really truly sorry. i will try to get better once i have the strength to try.#actually yeah no not gonna say the second thing yet. it would be weird to say it now. this needs to sit a little first
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It's me. I'm the cis, heterosexual, aromantic man. I will never marry, I will never be married, I will grow into middle age and elder age and I will die unmarried. I will be forced to support a household of myself on only my wages alone for the rest of my life. I will be asked about women and marriage and children by my family for the rest of my life (or men, the progressive ones might say). I may not ever come out to them. I feel like I burned my coming out on something stupid. I don't want to explain it. I don't want to run them through the definitions and intricacies. I don't want the acceptance without understanding, placating me with ceased questions and poor explanations to other, drunk adults.
I like my hair to be long, I spent a year with it dyed a golden blonde with dark roots because I like the trashy party girl aesthetic. I want to dye it again with pink tips. I like painting my nails, black and blue are my favorite colors. I like wearing chokers. I also like wearing baggy jeans and ratty hoodies. I like having stubble. I like having chest hair. I like having a square jaw and broad shoulders. I wish I had a flatter stomach and a thinner profile frame. I don't know what this makes me, perhaps this is something no more GNC than Machine Gun Kelly. I think about this a lot, how queer my appearance truly is. I should think about it less. I have thought long and hard about if I could be trans or if I could be non-binary or if I could be genderqueer and the conclusion I ultimately came to is that I most enjoy being a man open to whatever self-expression I want.
I don't date, but I've thought about it. I would like to meet people, and I would like to have sex with them. But I don't want to hurt them. I fear if I explain what I am beforehand it'll scare them away. I fear if I explain after they'll feel manipulated or abused. I don't know how many people in the dating scene want what I want. I fear my own lack of experience will make me a bad lay, an embarrassing story to tell to confidants in hindsight. I fear my own virginity, a boundary to those I wish to be like. All of these fears are baseless, as I've not been able to even begin a single relationship in my life. Despite this I still heavily identify with terms like "slut" and "manwhore" and "thot" because my interests lay so deeply within casual sex, sex without great intimacy or emotion. This may be some form of stolen valor. I hope the true sluts are not too mad at me.
I made this blog several years ago because a mutual of mine reblogged memes making fun of aro and ace people, making fun of the concept of aphobia, and in addition well known aphobes. I didn't feel comfortable talking about aro stuff on my main blog, for as little as I talk about it. Living through the ace discourse of the 2016 era has largely caused me to cringe in embarrassment any time I am forced to discuss my orientation with people who aren't aro or ace themselves. I no longer follow this person. I unfollowed many people I was mutuals with from that time, most of them because they posted too often about how much they hated men and I didn't want to see that, some because our interests simply drifted too far apart, only one for explicit aphobia reasons. (Also one because they became a "both sides are bad, any vote is wasted" libertarian, but that's unrelated.)
I guess at this point I don't care deeply about what strangers on the internet think of me. If a trusted friend told me that they don't think I'm truly queer that may hurt. But I am going to continue to use the word for myself. I take up no resources. I go to events that are open to me. If an event was not open to me, I think I'd not want to go anyways. I am not a hypothetical, I am not a strawman, I am a person with lived experiences both within and exterior to the queer community. If you hate me, I will permit you to continue to do so. But ultimately, I am who I am, I cannot change these facts, and I would not choose to do so even if I could.
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suiana · 4 months
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give me the camboy NOW
no
✎ yandere! camboy . . .
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✎ yandere! camboy who's secretly your creepy coworker that just wants to love you. you don't know that of course! which is why... you spend all your money on him, or rather, his alter ego.
✎ yandere! camboy who's a famous streamer on the site he does his streams on. so many viewers, yet he only has eyes for one particular viewer. you.
✎ yandere! camboy who instantly knows that it's you. i mean, who else will have such an embarrassing username? like, ilovemanboobs? seriously? but it's whatever. it just means that he has another weakness of yours up his sleeve that he can use to his advantage.
✎ yandere! camboy who will take his time in easing you into loving him. he doesn't worry about you not loving him. after all, you already love one side of him. he's sure that as long as he plays his cards rught, you'll fall for all of him in no time. and he'll make it happen.
"yeah my day was pretty boring. didn't really do much."
the camboy complains, yawning as he unbuttons his shirt. yeah, today really was boring. it was just a boring day at work, nothing interesting and he didn't even get to see you! the light of his life!
oh whatever, at least he knows that you'll join his stream. you're a little simp for his online persona after all.
that's right, he had an online persona and you were down astronomically bad for it. you even spent thousands of dollars on him! and you were practically going broke because of it!
but oh, how it strokes his ego, knowing that you appreciate at least one part of him, even if you were unaware that it was him, your creepy coworker.
"oh, my ideal type?"
he asks, reading the chat as his toned abs and voluptuous man tits were out on display for all to see. really, he only wishes that you could see his body, but if he were to offer in real life you'd never agree.
the famous streamer hums, thinking for a second before answering in a soft tone.
"i like people that spend money on me."
yep, that was a safe bet. he couldn't risk exposing himself after all. and... it'll be sure to get your attention.
ah, there it comes.
your donations.
*ding! ding! ding!*
the influx of donations from a particular user (you) cause his laptop to chime endlessly. if it were anyone but you, he'd be annoyed. but this was you.
so he graciously accepts every donation, reading every message you send him as he slowly traces the hem of his boxer shorts. hm, maybe he should give you a gift? you're such a cute little simp after all...
"yeah, i guess you are my ideal type, userILOVEMANBOOBS~"
he answers with a chuckle, making eye contact with the camera through his mask. god you were so adorable. if only you knew the guy you were going crazy over was the coworker which you absolutely despised in real life.
"yes yes... I'll give you a little show, my dear. you spent so much money on me after all! it's only gentlemanly for me to do so."
he muses, stripping his boxers down as the chat goes wild. but his attention wasn't focused on them. no, not at all. for you were the only one he saw. you were the only one in his eyes.
and he just wishes you loved him back in real life as well.
but oh well. there's always been enough time for the both of you. enough time to teach you how to love him. enough time for you to accept him in his entirety.
there's always been enough time to get you to love him back.
and it will happen. there's nothing you can do to stop it.
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mypimpademia · 9 months
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— The Teacher (pt. 2)
Single dad! Gojo x Fem! Preschool teacher! Reader
Synopsis: Little Megumi wonders if you’re his new mom, and Gojo finds himself wondering the same thing.
TW: None
Note: click/tap here for part 1! or Click/tap here for part 3! I forgot to mention it in the first part, but ig it was kinda implied, Gojo is 29 in this not a teen like he was in canon. Gojo is also very briefly implied to get around
⇶ Satoru stuck to his promise of taking you out
⇶ He left Megumi with Utahime for the night, and made sure that everything was perfect for you
⇶ Truthfully, he went a little overboard out of his own anxiety
⇶ Booked reservations for one of the nicest restaurants in town, deep cleaned his house (just in case), got his already clean car detailed, bought a new suit despite having many hardly-worn ones in his closet, stalked your socials for hints at what you might like, and more that he’d be far too embarrassed to ever admit to
⇶ Satoru picked you up from your house at 6 pm, knocking on your door with a giant bouquet of flowers in hand
“You look incredible.”
Those were the only words Satoru could come up with when he saw you.
He always thinks you look incredible, but seeing you all dressed up outside of your usual work attire was a nice change of pace, and you looked effortlessly beautiful.
“Thank you, Toru,” you beamed. “You look pretty,” you told him, scanning over his tall figure, clad in a deep blue suit.
‘Toru’, ‘pretty’. He nearly passed out on your porch.
Satoru smiled, clearing his throat in an effort to gather his bearings as he fought back the deep blush that was crawling up his face.
“For you, mon chéri,” he said, in a corny fake French accent, presenting the large bouquet of flowers to you.
They were neatly wrapped in a brown paper, and tied off with a white bow. From just the look of it, you could tell they were expensive.
“These are my favorite,” you gasped, taking them from him. “How’d you know?”
He stalked your instagram and found a post from a year ago where you said you loved them.
“Lucky guess,” Satoru smiled. “Y’ready to go?”
⇶ He led you to his shiny black sports car, opening up the door for you to get in
⇶ It even smelled expensive, and the fresh scent of car shampoo was still lingering. You could tell he had it cleaned just for this, but didn’t say anything
⇶ When you got to the restaurant, out of place was an understatement for how you felt
⇶ You were just happy you decided to dress nicer than you had originally planned
⇶ Looking around, the restaurant was beautifully decorated, and the people dining were dressed just as beautiful
⇶ The more time you spent with Satoru, the more that you realized you knew next to nothing about him
⇶ Where does he get all this money from? What does he do for a living? Who is he, really? And what’s up with the sunglasses?
⇶ You will admit, the mystery only made him all the more attractive, but you had a newfound determination to peel back his layers
⇶ But your first date might not be the best time for that, so you were willing to let things unfold naturally for now
⇶ Satoru insisted that you ordered whatever you want off the menu because he was paying, and ignored your protests
⇶ You hopped around different topics of conversation throughout dinner, and you did eventually make it to the subject of work
⇶ Satoru asked you what exactly made you want to teach preschool, or teach at all, and watched your eyes light up
⇶ Teaching was undoubtably a job you need to have a passion for, and you had more than enough passion for it
⇶ You told him that you’ve always had an interest in teaching, and loved kids and thought they were precious, sacred even, and that their early years are the best part to watch and be a part of
⇶ Satoru’s heart was getting ready to leap out of his chest just watching you talk about something you love so much
‘She’d make a great mom for Megs…’
⇶ The thought surprised even him, Satoru wasn’t sure if it was genuine or intrusive, but it had him glancing at your features and around him to make sure he hadn’t accidentally said it aloud
⇶ He told you that all the kids were lucky to have you, and that seeing you take care of Megumi and all those kids with ease made him feel like his worries from adopting were pointless
⇶ He glazed over the adoption part so easily, you almost missed it
⇶ Sure, you were more than well aware that Satoru was a single father, and when you saw that his last name was different from Megumi’s, you just assumed it was his mothers last name
“It is his mothers last name, but he’s not at all my biological kid. I adopted him from… a friend.”
⇶ You had removed a layer from Satoru, only to find how thin it was in comparison to the amount he had left
⇶ The revelation answered some of the questions you had, and left you with even more at the same time
⇶ Just based on the hesitation he showed, you knew better than to press any further, and changed the subject
⇶ The rest of dinner went smoothly, and you and Satoru once again went back and forth about the bill before he was calling the waiter back to take his card
⇶ On the drive back, Satoru asked if you wanted to see Megumi since Utahime’s house was in the same direction as yours
⇶ You said yes, because of course you wanted to see Megumi, and because it was getting harder and harder for you to say no to Satoru
⇶ When you arrived at Utahime’s, Megumi lept at you before he even said hello to Satoru
⇶ Satoru feigned being hurt by the action, but Megumi still payed him no mind, directing all his attention to you
⇶ Satoru thanked Utahime for watching Megumi, and you overheard her saying something about not dumping his kid on her again
⇶ Megumi had you sit in the backseat with him, and told you about all the stuff he did at Utahime’s
⇶ All the sudden, he asked why you and Satoru were all dressed up
“Did you guys go on a date?”
You and Satoru shared a questioning look through the rear view mirror, one that asked ‘Should we tell him?’.
“Sure did little man!” Satoru told him, but Megumi didn’t seem too surprised by his answer.
“Oh, Dad goes on a lot of those,” Megumi said, before going back to playing with the plastic dinosaur in his lap.
Satoru was rethinking all his life choices in that moment. He gulped back the saliva that had pooled in his mouth, already going over how exactly he could explain that to you later on.
To his surprise, he heard you laugh at Megumi’s comment.
“But I’m your favorite, right?” You asked the boy, playfully nudging him. He turned to you with big wide eyes and smiled.
“Yup!”
⇶ Dropping you off at your house, Satoru thanked you for letting him take you out, and haphazardly tried to apologize for Megumi’s little comment and explain himself
⇶ You told him it was fine, and thanked him for the night, hugging him and planting a kiss on his cheek
⇶ Satoru froze up at the action, but managed to say bye to you as he collected himself and you disappeared into your house
⇶ When he and Megumi got back home, Satoru made a point to explain to Megumi why he couldn’t just throw out information like that to people, especially you
⇶ While putting on the boys pajamas in the dimly lit dinosaur themed room, Megumi yawned out a question
“Hey, dad,”
He spoke through a yawn while rubbing his eye with his fist. Satoru hummed back in acknowledgment, straining out the bottom of the little boy’s pajama shirt
“Is Ms. L/n gonna be my mom?” Megumi asked, looking at Satoru with low, sleepy eyes.
Satoru thought back to the statement that popped into his head during dinner. You would make a great mom for him.
“Um,” Satoru started, tucking Megumi underneath his comforter. “I dunno yet.”
He was honest. He didn’t know if what he was feeling for you was real or if he was just in over his head.
“I hope she is,” Megumi muttered, huffing out as his breathing turned into soft snores.
“Me too, Megs.”
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soxcietyy · 2 months
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So I was thinking about virgin Y/n begging experienced Gojo to do it with her after he refused many times not wanting to rush her into things she could regret later on but then after she begged and begged he ended up fucking her at the edge of the bed forcing her to look in the mirror how he fucks her, with lots of praising.
Please?!
Gojo x virgin reader
First time writing on Gojo sooo here we go.
"Please?!"
"No."
"Please?!"
"No."
"Pleaseeeee?!"
"Since you put it that way I guess I’ll still say no. What’s up with you? Your being so persistent about something we’ve talked about before. Your not ready y/n" he said as he slouched onto the couch.
You decide to sit next to him with a disappointed look on your face. So he could see how much his answer affected you. It’s been 7 month of you guys dating and you still had yet to get some action.
You curse yourself for ruining your opportunity the first time. It was when you guys where two months in and he had you on his bed. You guys were kissing and taking his clothes off first because you were too embarrassed to do it first. You were so nervous that in the middle of making out you blurted out that fact that you were a virgin. His eyes widened at your response and he got off of you immediately, nothing ever happened after.
You didnt understand why that happened. Other people told you how much of a whore your boyfriend was before dating you and that he would sleep with anyone that caught his eye. Now he decided to be a saint and go months without doing it. You could remember googling if being a virgin was bad. How to seduce your boyfriend into doing it with you. Is my boyfriend broken?
You didn’t really gain much information with that last one.
You lay on his lap defeated. You laid down facing him so he could see how sad you were from the answer he just gave you. Were you meant to die a virgin? Looking up at him you could see how his pupils moved around from watching tv.
"Gojo please? Iv heard it’s bad for a guy to be pent up like that." You say.
He looks down at you with a smile,"thank you for your concern but I’m fine trust me." He said.
Maybe it was time you try to seductively win him over. You remember everything that Reddit post said about doing it. You just gotta look hot and do sexual things. When you thought about the example you’ve read your face turned red. How in the world do they think your going to put his fingers in your mouth so you can suck on them?! This was to embarrassing and scandalous. You cover your face not wanting to think about it anymore. You could also feel his gaze on you as he watched you.
Fuck it you’ll just suck him off. You took a deep breath before quickly unzipping his pants and unbuttoned it. He froze at your sudden antics and sighed as he tried to stop you. You pushing his hands away thought and got him member out of his pants. It was as big as you remember it being.
"Whenever your done doing whatever this is can you please put it back?" He raised a brow.
You shrug and put the tip in your mouth making him jump. "Hey get it out of your mouth." He says trying to push you off of him. You refused and went as deep as you could. To the point of your eyes watering and your mouth feeling so full that you gagged.
"You realize your less than halfway right?" He said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
He didn’t know weather to feel second hand embarrassment or surprise by your willingness.
"You know what fine, I’ll give you what you want but just know I’m not going to go easy on you. I keep telling you your not ready and you don’t listen. If you won’t listen to me then I won’t listen when your crying later." He said standing up and carrying you into his room over him shoulder.
Finally, this was a win for you. Your finally managed to convince him to do it with you!
He laid you on the bed and began to take his clothes off. When he finished he turned to you and began to take your shirt off. You gasp remembering that you haven’t even been fully naked in front of him. He slowly took them off as he buried his eyes onto your skin. Looking at everything he hasn’t seen before. You felt so exposed nervous at the same time. Looking at body you admired how it was built. As if he were an god or something. Your eyes narrow down to his member and you notice something. Did it get bigger?!
"Don’t get all shy on me now." He cooes as he easily read you. your try to hide your breast from him since he was starting to stare daggers into them.
He leans in and kisses you passionately as he removes your hands and puts them on your side. He kissed you so desperate that it was hard to keep up with him. His tongue in your mouth as he explored everything. You didn’t seem to notice that he was taking your bottoms off since he was keeping your attention somewhere else. When you did notice you jump.
"Wait! This is too fast no?" You say pushing his face away.
"We would of been doing the deed by now if it wasn’t for you dragging things on like this." He said as he slipped your bottoms off in one go.
Your hand immediately moves to cover yourself but by the time you almost reach it Gojo is already eating you out. You throw your head back at the weird sensation. This isn’t okay right? Like is he even supposed to be doing that? You squirm feeling how the tongue moved inside of you.
"Du chu ike at?" You hear him say as he ate you out.
You looked at him confused not begging able to understand a word. He emerges from inbetween your legs and shoved two finger in you making you gasp.
"I said, do you like that?" He smirked at you as he started to curl his fingers inside of you repeatedly.
"Stop doing that and put it in my already!" You furrow your brow.
"Your no fun," he exhaled deeply as he sat In front of you and spread your legs wide.
You once again cover your face from embarrassment. You could feel how he shoved around to a position. You couldn’t help but be scared. You’ve been told that losing your virginity can be so painful while others say that it didn’t hurt at all. Hopefully it was going to be painless. Your attention was brought back by him rubbing his member up and down your cunt. Smacking it a few times on you making you jump.
Clearly he was taunting you and trying to see if you tapped out last minute. You take a deep breath as you mentally prepared yourself. There’s no way your backing out now. You feel how the tip of his member was slowly pushed in. Nothing bad until he continues to go in. It felt like he was going to rip you apart.
"Wait! Wait! Wait! It hurts!" You tell as you started pushing him back with your leg.
You could hear him chuckle as he grabbed your foot that you placed on his chest to force him back.
"Y/n, I said I wasn’t going to go easy on you." He pushes your leg down to your chest.
Your eyes widen realizing this wasn’t going to be as easy as you initially thought it would be. He continued to slide in as you frantically try to stop him. Your begging him to stop and to go slower.
"Gojo, please it hurts so bad! I can’t, I can’t!" You say as tears appear in the corner of your eyes.
He leans into you and caresses your chin as he whispered into your ear.
"Be a good girl and take me. This is what you’ve been begging for no? I’m giving it to you so how about a thank you?" He said as he leaned back.
He mouthed 'thank you' to you as a way for you to do what he said.
You shake your head not wanting to do something like that. You could see a devilish grin form on his face as he began to press into you again. The same burning and painful sensation started again.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You yell hoping it would stop him and that it did.
"You know the best way to get me all the way inside with only a bit of pain?" He asks you.
You look at him hoping for a good resolution to this.
"It’s distraction, so I’m going to try to distract you as I go inside of almost like this!" He finished his sentence as he rams into you.
Your body lurched from the pain and you let out a loud cry. That had to be one of the most painful experiences in your life. Tears began to fall from your eyes from the pain.
"Aw my poor sugar cube don’t cry. I know it hurts a lot but I needed to get inside. Right now your insides are getting used to me so just relax. You did such a good job." He said as he ran his fingers on your shaking thigh.
You nod at him as you wipe your tears away. It took a bit for your body to get kind of used to him. When he noticed he he slid out and turned you around. He told you to get on fours and to look at yourself in the mirror.
"I think iv been pretty patient with you so it’s my turn to have fun okay? Be a good girl and no cryin" he kisses you on the head.
Once again he slid inside of you fully making you want to cry again. You see as he shook his finger at you telling you not to cry. You shut your eyes and fight off the tears. Once he decided to move he slid out and slammed into you fully. Your jaw drops a bit from the sudden unfamiliar feeling. This was something new to you. A feeling that made you feel a way you couldn’t describe. He did it a few times before saying something.
"That’s it huh? That’s your sweet spot. Found it faster than I thought I would. Now we can have real fun." He smiles.
He grabs you by the hips and digs deep into your cunt making you moan. He rolled his over and over again.
"Such a good girl, this is what you wanted huh?" He praised you.
He grabbed you by the hair making you look straight in the mirror as he pushed you down. He made sure your ass was still up as he pounded you forcefully.
"Gonna make you into such a whore for my cock only." He groans as your walls tighten.
He pounded you so aggressively that you gripped on the bed sheets and let out whimpers. He forced you to look at how me drilled your virgin hole with no mercy. The wet sounds filling your ears as he continued.
"I feel weird Gojo, ah! Something feels really off." You moan.
"Fuck, your gonna come huh? Be a good girl and come all over my cock. I want you to leave a mess on it." He says as he doesn’t stop. He pushed your head down as he went in you harder. Your legs began to shake as you orgasmed. Tears began to fall as you finished so hard. The sensation was something so amazing. You couldn’t move from the after math of it. You felt so weak and out of energy.
"Common get back up, i haven’t finished yet."
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choiyawnzjun · 3 months
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pairing ; nerdychurchboy!jake x afab!reader
sypnosis ; the nerd at church isn’t quite as innocent as you think.
genre ; smut
wc ; 1835
warnings ; begging, dry humping, degradation, handcuffs ( jake ), handjob/blowjob??
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after that day in the church, jake had been teasing you A LOT and whenever you’d try initiate something he always had to act innocent and oblivious, he knew what he was doing to you and you absolutely hated it. it was so frustrating.
however, one day, your parents wanted you to drop something off for them at jake’s house. you thought this was the perfect opportunity to see jake, well you’ll see i guess. but, when you arrived, it was just his parents, jake was nowhere to be found, his parents were in a hurry to go somewhere so they let you in to place the stuff down and just left you in the house alone.
you know you should’ve just left right away after dealing with whatever it was you were dealing with but you really needed to go to the bathroom. while you were looking for the bathroom, you walked past a room. jake’s room. now, you also know you shouldn’t be sneaking into people’s rooms while they’re not home but you couldn’t help yourself. he had something in his room that caught your eyes.
handcuffs.
why the hell would he have handcuffs in his room? especially out in the open..
you went into his room to pick up the handcuffs and try find out why jake had them. maybe they have some secret thing on them? by the time you even reached them, you heard the front door open and footsteps immediately ran up the stairs. you panicked and didn’t know what to do so you unconsciously hurried underneath his bed, your heart was thumping rapidly and you regretted staying in the house for longer.
the person finally reached his room. jake. shit, why did he have to come home now? what you found a bit weird was that jake walked straight over to the mirror on one side of the room and took off his shirt. oh my god. well, you weren’t expecting this, of course. how many times did this guy go to the gym? he definitely goes often for sure.
after staring at his sculpted body for a bit too long, you were about to shift your eyes to his face but he was already placing himself down on the bed which made your eyes widen slightly. but what made you even more shocked was when he unzipped his pants and…
“___… oh my god.” he breathily groaned. you obviously couldn’t see what he was doing but you so badly wanted to. you didn’t want him thinking of you as a creep though. little did you know, your phone wasn’t turned off.
PING!
oh shit. your eyes widened, panic stricken. you froze under the bed as jake suddenly stopped. rustling of clothes filled your eyes as you felt the mattress of the bed lift slightly above you. you shut your eyes, pursing your lips together. this was so embarrassing.
“___?” jake said from the right side of the bed. you didn’t really want to open your eyes since it would make you more embarrassed.
“___, why are you… under my bed?” he questioned, you finally decided to get out from under his bed and stood up, both of you on either side of the bed. he put his sweatpants back up but they were sagging off on the right side of his side.
“um..” you trailed off since you had no excuse whatsoever. this was so awkward.
“i don’t know.” you shrugged, face heating up every second.
“why are you even in my house?” he questioned once again, you noticed his face turning into a tint of pink, probably because he knows you definitely heard him jerking off and thinking about you.
awkward silence.
you avoided eye contact with him since you were too embarrassed but you couldn’t help it and look down, he was wearing GREY sweatpants. GREY. it’s not your fault, you can’t help yourself. your eyes shifted down towards his begging boner that slightly twitched when you looked down.
you quickly looked away again. jake suddenly scoffed and you glanced up at him, he was running his hand through his hair, the smirk that was displayed on his beautiful face made you want to faint, his teeth glinting towards you.
“so you’re really that desperate huh?” he scoffed again, putting his hands into his pockets and staring at you with a grin. you realised there was something different about jake’s face, you thought that it was maybe cause his glasses were off but you realised his eyes changed.
a mixture of lust and passion were in his eyes. you were turned on right now. well, you didn’t want to admit that earlier anyway..
“what? what do you mean?” you acted innocent, laughing nervously, trying hard not to look down again.
“oh? you don’t remember that time in church?” he cocked an eyebrow up, still having that smug grin on his stupid face.
“no… what do you mean?” you nervously laughed again, you hated this, you’ve wanted him so bad for weeks yet you were too embarrassed to admit it. definitely not like this. you wanted to at least be in a normal situation before this, like maybe hanging out or something but not you hiding under his bed.
“oh okay, then i guess you don’t wanna continue th-..” you cut him off, you were too desperate now, you were having sudden flashbacks of what happened between you two in the church attic, you hadn’t felt that good in so long. maybe ever.
“no please! i want you so bad right now.” you begged, walking around to him and looking up, eyes also begging for him to make you feel good.
“mmmh, maybe another time, i’m too tired now.” he teased, pretending to yawn and laid down on his bed, his sculpted body on full display, god you wanted to ride him.
“no, jake please.” you climbed onto his lap, grinding down onto his hard dick, fabric separating the both of you.
“jesus, fuck, you’re such a disgusting, desperate whore, no?” you were still rolling onto him, his dick twitching underneath you, as he brought his hands up to your hips, helping you control your movements.
“mhm, only for you.” you nodded at him, biting your lip, the friction starting to make you hot.
“are you sure? you don’t just fuck every guy you see?” he taunted, if another guy had said that to you in a different context you would’ve lost your absolute mind and gone crazy. but, this was actually making you even wetter, you felt like you were leaking through your panties and pants.
“no.. no. only for you.” you shut your eyes, you were on the verge of cumming, the knot in your stomach tightening every second. you wanted more but you didn’t want to stop.
“yeah? you wanna be my little slut? just mine, hm?” he brought his hand up and bunched your hair up, suddenly grabbing your hair and slightly forcing you to look at him as his other hand stayed on your hip.
“i wanna cum jake.” you whined, you stopped rolling your hips as you were getting tired. your hands roamed over his torso, feeling every part of it. he flipped you both over so he was now on top of you but… this time you wanted to do all the work.
“no, wait, jake. i wanna do all the work now.” you pleaded, giving him your puppy eyes which you’d never done with him before. however, it worked so..
“okay, fine.” he rolled his eyes, jake pretended to hate the fact he wasn’t on top anymore but, in fact, he had always been waiting for this moment. dreaming about it everyday ever since you two had began talking. you both switched places again, you were smiling on top of him, happy that you were finally giving him pleasure. you glanced up to his hands where one was on your hip and the other massaging your thigh.
then, you remembered the handcuffs you saw earlier, you moved your view to the nightstand by his head and the shining handcuffs glowed at you, wanting you to pick them up.
you were probably staring at them for too long though because jake noticed and grabbed them off, handing them to you and finally put his hands over his head, giving you permission to restrain him.
“really?” your eyes slightly widened at his eagerness to this but you gave him no time to respond and locked his hands together immediately. well, that’s what he gets for teasing you for however many weeks that was.
“come on, i’ll be your slut for today then, yeah?” his eyes were still filled with the same lust and passion from earlier yet the only difference was that he craved more now.
you leaned over and pressed your body against him, peppering his jawline with soft but sweet kisses and finally capturing his lips in yours. your lips moulding beautifully with his like two puzzle pieces that were perfect for each other.
you tugged his sweatpants down which revealed an obvious wet patch in his underwear. you moved towards his painful boner, you rubbed him softly as he suddenly had a sudden expression of regret on his face. you were going too slowly for him.
“fuck, i wish i didn’t let you do this to me now.” referring to the thing that was preventing him from touching you. you laughed at his statement as you slightly sucked him through his underwear, still continuing to rub him softly. you didn’t want to touch him fully yet, you wanted to have a little fun after everything he’s done to you. you understand, right?
“oh my god, ___, please..!” he begged, he wanted more of your touch, more friction, just anything. he hated this. he tried breaking out of the handcuffs he was locked in but eventually gave up. you loved this.
“please, i really just wanna cum.” he begged once again, you don’t really know how long it’d been with all your teasing but you finally gave in, pulling his underwear down and taking his throbbing cock into your hands, jerking him off as you sucked the red tip that looked like it was about to pop.
he bucked his hips into your mouth, wanting you to give him more and more. you refused and continued to suck only the tip but increased the speed of your hand on his twitching cock.
“___, don’t stop..” he breathily whined, clenching his hands, trying to blindly look for something to at least grab onto or touch. the bucking of his hips and whines of struggle made you feel confident each second which made you take him in even more.
“wait.. i’m gonna cum-..” he shut his eyes as he panted and whined under you.
the front door was unlocked and opened.
“jake, darling?” his mother called out, rustling of plastic bags being dropped onto a table.
not again.
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diddiqueen · 19 days
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Message in a bottle (part ten)
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Ellie texts the wrong number, which happens to be yours. Friendship, too many bad jokes, flirting, and maybe something more ensues… (Ellie Williams x girl reader) -> Part nine
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BEFORE YOU READ: masterpost on how you can educate yourself on and help Palestine
(12.44) you like me? (12.44) i knew you liked me
(12.44) Where did u hear that?
(12.44) you just said it?
(12.45) I think u have start seeing things (12.45) Do u have a fever?
(12.45) why are you trying to gaslight me again?
(12.45) Me? Never
(12.46) whatever you say, y/n
(12.46) Hey that’s my frase
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── (22.34) soo when are we meeting? (22.34) U still want to? (22.34) of course i want (22.35) why else would i ask (22.35) Idk (22.35) Sorry i just have a hard time accepting people like me or doesnt think im annoying (22.35) i don't think you’re annoying (22.35) i like talking to you (22.36) why else would I continue to text you? (22.36) Yeah of course (22.36) Im just being stupid (22.36) its not stupid (22.36) i want to meet you (22.37) okay? (22.37) Okay (22.37) I only expect expensive shit though (22.37) on it (im broke) (22.38) Perfect (22.38) When do u want to meet? (22.38) this weekend? (22.38) saturday? (22.39) Wow, ur forward (22.39) is it too early? (22.39) No, saturday is great (22.39) Where are we going? (22.39) its gonna be a surprise (22.40) Can't wait Day 44 (09.01) I’m in math class right now (09.01) I’m soo bored (09.01) This feels like child labour 
(09.02) and I’m the dramatic one?
(09.02) I need to think about something else (09.02) And I don't think I've ever asked (09.02) What do u like to do in your free time? (09.02) doing your homework for the meeting? (09.03) Obviously (09.03) well (09.03) don't make fun of me (09.03) drawing
(09.03) Aw that’s cute (09.04) Can I see?
(09.04) absolutely not
(09.04) Why?
(09.04) it’s idk embarrassing
(09.04) Are you any good at it?
(09.04) i guess
(09.05) Then why would it be embarrassing (09.05) U painting urself naked or what?
(09.05) wouldn’t you like to see that?
(09.05) I mean u have already seen me (09.06) Not that I wasn’t embarrassed as hell
(09.06) don’t be (09.06) people make mistakes (09.06) and as I said (09.06) i’m not complaining (09.06) Anywaysss (09.06) What do u like to draw then? (09.07) is this an interrogation or what? (09.07) No, i'm just curious (09.07) mostly people, faces and stuff (09.07) some animals, nature shit kinda (09.07) U have to show me someday (09.07) Maybe u can draw me? (09.08) you wanna be my muse;)? (09.08) Sure (09.08) I’ve never been drawn before
(09.08) thats a shame (09.09) U still don't know how i look (09.09) i can feel it (09.09) That does not sound creepy at all (09.09) i know right? ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
(18.29) nice to meet you (18.30) U haven’t met me? (18.30) where you been? (18.30) At school? (18.31) i could show you incredible things (18.31) Like what? (18.31) My face? (18.31) magic
(18.31) Huh?
(18.32) madness
(18.32) I’m confused
(18.32) heaven (18.32) sin (18.32) Ohhhh (18.32) I get it (18.33) saw you there and I though t(18.33) “omg look at that face” (18.33) U look like my next mistake (18.33) Shut up, I was trying to prank you!!! (18.33) Prank me? (18.33) I thought u were just being high or sum (18.34) oh shit (18.34) Just kidding (18.34) What is this? (18.34) A 2016 YouTube video?
(18.34) omg 2016 (18.34) remember those days?
(18.34) Yeah like 2016-17 was the best years of my life (18.35) everything was so easy back then (18.35) no homework and friends having sex in my dorm (18.35) They are doing it right now? (18.35) yeah i think so (18.35) i have escaped to the library (18.35) im too scared to go back (18.36) what if i see them? (18.36) Damn, that's though
(18.36) welcome to my life (18.36) Feels great, thanks for inviting me (18.36) anyday (18.37) U listen to Taylor?
(18.37) i said I would
(18.37) Okay (18.37) Didn’t expect that ms cool and alternative music (18.37) wanted to broaden my taste a little (18.37) I feel like you are one of those people who think its a flex to listen to someone with 200 listernes a month (18.38) Like they have so many listeners a month for a reason, it can’t be that good
(18.38) rude? (18.38) but nah (18.38) i'm not that kind of music snob (18.38) Well finally u listen to some music of quality (18.38) Sure great quality (18.39) What do u think about her music then? (18.39) it's good (18.39) not what i expected (18.39) i haven't listen to much but i like her brown and gray album in the woods (18.39) Evermore and folklore? (18.40) idk maybe (18.40) Yeah, they are great (18.40) Still falling into the lesbian stereotype I see? (18.40) always (18.40) it's kind of my duty
(18.41) Well, my fave album is red (18.41) then i'll make sure to listen to it (18.41) Simp Day 45 (14.45) astronauts are the only people who keep their jobs after they get fired. (14.45) And we're back at it again (14.46)  orion’s Belt is a huge waist of space. (14.46) True (14.46) last week I attended a lecture on Halley’s Comet it went completely over my head (14.46) I would like to ride a comet around space
(14.47) actually a comet is made of dust, rocks and ices so you can’t really ride it
(14.47) Actually☝️🤓 (14.47) What's with the space themed puns today? (14.47) i found a new pun book in the library with only space jokes (14.48) Lord have mercy
(14.48) you say all that but i know you secretly think they are hilarious
(14.48) If only (14.48) My life would be so much easier then (14.49) yeah sure (14.49) what is money called in space? (14.49) star bucks
(14.49) That one was almost okay
(14.50) you’re saying I’m funny?
(14.50) Hmmm (14.50) A little maybe?
(14.50) yeah?
(14.51) A teeny weeny mini bit
(14.52) omg (14.52) stop flirting it’s working
(14.52) God, your impossible
(14.53) *you’re 
(14.53) Oh my god?
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
(19.54) still up for tomorrow?
(19.54) Yeah of course (19.54) Ur still not gonna tell me where we’re going?
(19.55) nope it’s a surpriseeeee
(19.55) It better be good
(19.55) or what?
(19.55) I might go home
(19.55) oh?(19.56) after all we’ve been through? (19.56) everything I’ve done (19.56) it can’t be for nothing, right?
(19.56) U have really earned the drama queen title (19.57) Ever thought about going into theater?
(19.57) yes actually (19.57) i was a drama kid when I was 11
(19.57) Aww that’s so cute (19.58) What did you play?
(19.58) i was a tree once (19.58) probably my biggest role 
(19.58) Well that’s not nothing
(19.58) true that
(19.59) Anyways when are we meeting?
(19.59) wow, you're really looking forward to it?
(19.59) Shut up (20.00) U are too
(20.00) yeah (20.00) i am:) (20.00) does 19 work for you?
(20.01) Yup
(20.01) can we met at the bus stop next to the town library?
(20.01) Yeah that’s great (20.01) See ya tomorrow
(20.01) See ya too
(20.01) 🙄 (20.08) Wait, how will i know who’s u? (20.08) I don't know how u look and i don't want to ask some stranger if they are u (20.08) well just look for the hottest woman alive and you will find me (20.08) Yeah that helped a lot (20.09) Seriously (20.09) well i’ll ask the strangers if they are you then (20.09) also i have a red flannel jacket (20.09) i think you will see me clearly (20.10) If u say so (20.10) i do (20.10) Perfect (20.11) See u again then (20.11) see ya:)
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── PART ELEVEN ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A/N: Wrote parts of this bored in math class, I hate math. This was a little shorter than usual, but the next chapter is gonna be very long because they are meetinggggg!!!!!!! I’m so excited to publish that part (I’m almost finished with it)💗💗 Thanks for reading as usual!!!!
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waitimcomingtoo · 1 year
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Take A Hint
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Synopsis: no matter how many times Peter tried to ask you out, you never get the hint
Authors note: can you guess what non marvel character this was originally written for
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“Hold the door!”
Peter stuck his hand between the elevator doors of the tower when he heard an unfamiliar voice. The doors opened back up and you stepped inside.
“Thanks for holding the door. It’s nice to meet you. It’s my first day.” You said as you held your hand out to him.
“It’s nice to meet you too. And I hope you don’t think it’s rude if I don’t shake your hand. I just have a thing with germs. The number of pathogens passes during a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to kiss.”
“Hm. I’ll have to take you up on that.” You replied with a coy smile, sending a blush to Peters face.
“I hope you do.” He mumbled shyly, getting a laugh out of you.
“I’m Y/n, by the way. Mr. Stark just recruited me to be on the team.”
“I’m Peter. And I didn’t know we were getting anyone else on the team. I’m barely on the team myself.“
“Same with me. I think I’m just doing a trial run to see if I fit in well.” You told him. “Is there anything I need to know before I meet the team? Any insider tips you can give me?”
“Well, you’re a pretty girl, so Sam is definitely going to hit on you.” Peter rolled his eyes a little. “But if it makes you uncomfortable, he’ll back off. He’s a flirt but he’s not an asshole. Well, he is an asshole, but he won’t be towards you. He is towards me though, but that’s a different story. Tony talks with an inflection in his voice that makes it really hard to tell if he’s kidding or not so never take anything he says seriously. And you should know Bucky and Steve are not dating. Neither are Bruce and Natasha. I don’t really know what’s going on between them but at this point I’m too scared to ask.”
“Is it important that I know they’re not dating?”
“Yes. You’re inevitably going to wonder about it so I’m telling you right now that they’re not.”
“Good to know.” You chuckled.
“Yeah. You’ll figure everyone else out pretty quickly. They’re all good people.” Peter assured you.
“What about you? Is there anything I need to know about you?” You asked, making Peter blush again.
“That depends on what you want to know.”
“Well I’ll have you know that I like to know everything. I hate when shit is unbeknownst to me.” You replied, making Peter laugh.
“I’ll tell you whatever you want to hear. I swear.” Peter answered, earning a smile out of you just as you reached your floor.
“I’m happy to hear that. I have to meet with Mr. Stark before I meet the team. It was nice meeting you, Peter.” You waved to him as you walked off the elevator.
“You too.” Peter called after you. He watched your disappear down the hall with a smile on his face and did a little happy dance before going to the meeting room.
It wasn’t long before Tony came into the room with you by his side. You looked around nervously at all the Avengers until your eyes landed on Peter. He gave you a double thumbs up and you visibly relaxed.
“Hello all. As you may have heard from my weekly newsletter I send out on Snapchat, we have a new recruit joining the team.“
“Snapchat newsletter?” Nat whispered to Sam.
“I don’t know. I blocked him after the first one he sent.” Sam sighed.
“Is Snapchat the one where you swipe right if you find a person attractive?” Steve leaned in to whisper.
“Yes.” Natasha lied.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I gave you the impression that I wanted to be spoken over when I’m talking.” Tony shouted over them, making you stifle a laugh.
“Sorry.” They mumbled.
“Thank you. Now, please give a warm and fuzzy welcome to Y/n.” Tony stepped to the side and proudly presented you.
“Hello.” You smiled shyly and waved. Everyone stared blankly at you and you wanted to disappear into the floor. You could feel your face burning up in embarrassment until someone stood up and walked over to you.
“Well I’ll be the first to play with the shiny new toy. Hi, gorgeous. I’m Sam.” Sam smiled suavely and shook your hand. You heard the name and made eye contact with Peter over Sam’s shoulder. Peter rolled his eyes again and you giggled.
“Hi. Nice to meet you.” You greeted him. Natasha and Steve were the next ones to get up to shake your hand.
“I’m Steve and that’s Natasha.” Steve told you as he firmly shook your hand.
“You can call me Nat.” Natasha smiled warmly at you when you greeted her.
“Hi Nat. Hi Steve.” You smiled timidly.
“This is Bucky.” Steve said and laughed Bucky forward. You held out your hand to shake his but when you saw his metal arm, you retracted it.
“Hi.” You said quickly.
“Sup.” He smirked.
“That’s Rhodey over there. And this is Peter.” Tony said and nudged Peter towards you. You reached out a hand and everyone assumed you were trying to shake Peters hand.
“Oh, Peter doesn’t-“ Tony began to warn you when your hand met Peters shoulder and you pulled him closer to kiss his cheek.
“Good to see you again.” You smiled at him.
“You too.” Peter blushed and patted your arm. Your hand slipped off his shoulder and you looked around to see the rest of the team staring at you.
“Wow. Okay, so, I’m gonna need an explanation for that at some point.” Tony nodded his head.
“I do too.” Sam chimed it.
“Give her some space.” Peter told them. “Here, you can sit next to me.”
You sat in the chair Peter had pulled out for you and gave him a grateful smile.
“Anywho, let’s jump right into the mission. We’re flying out to Socovia today folks for a little world saving. Then maybe some Mexican food after? Yeah? No one’s agreeing but it’s gonna happen anyway. Wheels up in 30.”
The team shuffled out of the room to grab their to go bags as you awkwardly hung back. You waited until you saw Peter and followed him out to the plane.
“Peter?” You whispered and tugged on his sleeve.
“Yeah?”
“Is there assigned seating on the plane?”
“No.” He shrugged. “We can sit wherever we want.”
“But do people typically sit in the same seats? I don’t want to overstep.”
“How about you sit next to me? Then you don’t have to worry.” Peter offered.
“Okay. Thanks.” You smiled and wrapped your arm around his so you could walk onto the plane together.
“So what’s in Socovia?” Natasha asked once everyone was seated.
“People keep getting murdered in the same gruesome way and the same symbol has been left on the wall each time.” Tony explained.
“What symbol?” Peter wondered. Tony took out an Manila folder and slid a photo towards you and Peter. In the picture was a graffiti drawing of the Avengers symbol inside a giant red circle with line going through it. Everyone leaned in to see the picture and understood why this was an Avengers level threat.
“Damn. They put the Ghostbusters thing over it and everything.” You mumbled.
“How gruesome are we talking by the way? Because I just ate.” Sam asked.
“All the victims were chained to the back of a car and dragged until they were decapitated.”
“Oh. Lovely.” Sam smiled sarcastically.
“Murders just keep coming up with new ways to murder, don’t they?” Steve said.
“Actually, dragging is steeped in English history. Back in the 11th century, drawing and quartering was a common form of punishment, and in fact-“
“Peter.” Tony cut him off and shook his head.
“Sorry.” Peter mumbled and slumped in his seat in embarrassment.
“He does that a lot. You’ll get used to it.” Sam told you, making Peter grow more embarrassed.
“Wait. I wanted to hear the rest.” You ignored Sam and turned to Peter.
“You did?” Everyone asked skeptically.
“You did?” Peter smiled in surprise.
“Yeah. What were you saying, Peter?” You asked and gave him your full attention.
“I was just saying that they would also disembowel and behead the victims when they were done with them. That’s all.” Peter continued.
“You just knew that off the top of your head?” Your eyes widened in amazement.
“He knows everything off the top of his head. He’s like a human encyclopedia.” Tony informed you.
“Wow. That’s really cool.” You smiled at Peter. Peter tried to say something in return but found himself too flustered to speak.
“You’ll have to forgive him. You might be the first person to refer to him as “cool”.” Sam snorted.
“Well I think you’re cool.” You said as you continued to ignore Sam.
“Thanks. You’re cool too.” Peter smiled shyly. Sam looked between the two of you before scooting closer to you.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind giving you a tour of the tower once we get back. I’d be more than happy to show you the ropes.” Sam said with a debonair smile.
“That’s okay. Mr. Stark already gave me a tour of the building when he interviewed me to be on the team.” You politely declined.
“A tour before you even joined? Is that so?” Sam raised his eyebrows at Tony.
“She was by far the best candidate.” Tony shrugged. “She had the job before she left my office.”
“Wow. So you’re not just a pretty face?” Sam teased you with a flirtatious wink.
“No. I’m not.” You said flatly.
“I don’t think anyone gets asked to join the Avengers for having a pretty face. I’m pretty sure she was hired because she’s qualified.” Peter chimed in, making you smile.
“That’s awfully charming of you to come to your lady’s defense, spider boy king of thieves, but I’ll have to respectfully disagree. Thor was 100% hired for being pretty.” Tony admitted.
“Oh.” Peter said and sat back in his seat.
“Why’d he call me your lady?” You asked Peter.
“Um, I have no idea.” He lied quickly. Peter turned bright red and looked at Tony, who was looking at the two of you with a knowing expression.
“You know why.” Tony mouthed. He then pointed between the two of you before making his hands kiss each other. Peter motioned for him to stop but you were oblivious to the whole thing.
Once you landed, you got off the plane and waited for further instruction. Tony started to pair everyone off and Peter got excited when your name still hadn’t been called.
“Blues Clues and New Girl, you should head to where the first victim was found. See if you can find anything.” Tony told you and Peter.
“Okay. On it.” Peter saluted him before slipping his mask over his face.
“And hey. No kissing, okay? This is a serious mission.” Tony called after the two of you. Peter was thankful he had his mask on so you couldn’t see the shade of red he turned.
“No kissing? Does he always say that?” You laughed in confusion.
“Uh huh. Let’s not think about it. Let’s go.” Peter said quickly and treaded into the forrest ahead of you.
“Okay.” You laughed skeptically and followed after him. When you caught up to him, you gentle elbowed him in the side.
“Thanks for having my back on the plane, by the way. Sam is just like you said.”
“No problem. And don’t mind Sam. He can only speak to women if he’s flirting.”
“What about you? Do you do a lot of flirting?” You smiled coyly at him, making Peter choke on his saliva.
“I’m afraid I don’t know how.” He admitted.
“Sure you do. Pretend I’m a girl you want to date and give me your best pick up line.”
“Pretend you’re a girl I want to date? What? I mean, I’ll try.” Peter laughed nervously. “But I don’t know any pick up lines.”
“Come on. If you saw me in a bar and you were trying to pick me up, what would you say?”
“I wouldn’t be in a bar.” Peter laughed sheepishly.
“Just humor me.”
“Fine. I would say that I think you’re really beautiful and I would like to take you on a date.” Peter said sincerely as he stopped to look at you. You stopped as well and smiled softly at him when you heard the fondness in his voice.
“Where would you take me?” You asked him.
“A museum.”
“A museum? You had that answer ready.” You chuckled in surprise and took a step closer to him.
“Well I noticed you have a picture of The Kiss as your phone background. I’m a fan of Klimt as well.”
“I love The Kiss. It’s just so romantic.” You sighed. “Even though it looks incredibly uncomfortable.”
“It does. Her neck must really hurt.”
“Do you know any facts about The Kiss?” You asked him. “I only ask since you knew all that stuff back on the plane.”
“Are you being polite or do you actually want to know?” Peter asked skeptically.
“I want to know.” You assured him.
“Well, Klimt’s career was actually on a downfall when he painting it. Before creating the piece, he had received a scathing review in the first decade of the 20th century for his three-part University of Vienna Ceiling Paintings. Because of all the nudity, his works were described as "pornography" and "perverted excess”. It almost ruined his reputation, actually. He later wrote in a letter, "Either I am too old, or too nervous, or too stupid—there must be something wrong." in regards to his paintings. That was all right before he got popular with The Kiss.” Peter told you. He smiled under his mask when he finished speaking and realized it had been a long time since someone had let him talk about something without being interrupted or told to stop.
“You’re so smart.” You sighed. “I wish I was smart.”
“Come on. I’m sure you’re smart.” Peter assured you.
“I’m not. I’m really dumb actually.” You admitted and gave him a sad smile.
“What? I find that hard to believe.”
“It’s true. I’m book smart, sure. But when it comes to talking to people, most things go right over my head.”
“That’s okay. You have a lot of other great qualities to you. I’ve only known you a few hours and I can see that already.” Peter told you.
“Aw. Thanks, Pete.” You smiled at him as your shoulder brushed up against each others. Peter smiled shyly in return and felt his face heat up.
“So do you like museums?” Peter asked you.
“Love them.” You gushed. “I like going in and pretending like I’m in that scene from Pride and Prejudice where she stares at Mr. Darcy’s stature and realizes she’s in love with him.”
“I haven’t seen it.” Peter admitted, wishing he had so he wouldn’t disappoint you.
“What? You have to watch it.” You insisted.
“Maybe you could show it to me sometime.” Peter suggested, hoping you’d take the hint that he liked you.
“Yeah! I totally could. And we could check out a museum afterwards so you can feel like that scene!” You smiled in excitement and tugged on his arm.
“It’s a date.” Peter replied, liking how excited you were to spend time together.
“You’re so funny. A date, he says.” You laughed and kept walking into the forest. Peters smile fell when he realized you had in fact not gotten the hint that he liked you.
The longer you lived in the tower, the closer you and Peter became. You spent most of your time together and as much as he loved being your friend, he couldn’t help but pine for you. You often made it seem like you felt the same, but he found that every time he tried to tell you that he wanted to me more than friends, it went right over your head.
“I’ll go easy on you, okay?” Peter said as he held up his boxing glove covered hands during sparing one day.
“I’m gonna knock you out where you stand.” You exclaimed and swung at him. Peter ducked and punched you in the stomach before tackling you onto the mat.
“I’m sorry. But this is the end of the line for you.” Peter smirked as he hovered over you.
“Not if I make it a curve.” You declared before flipping Peter over and pinning him by his wrists.
“Wow. You pinned me.” Peter said with pleasant surprise.
“Please. You totally let me win.” You rolled your eyes and got off of him.
“What? I would never.” Peter said sarcastically.
“You would. And you did. Cheater.” You teased before tugging the strap of your boxing glove off with your teeth. Peter gulped and watched you as you did the same to the other one instead of using your newly freed hand.
“But I cheated for you. That’s a good kind of cheating.” Peter said as he helped you off the ground.
“So you justify cheating? Wow, P. Is this what it would be like to date you? Constantly getting cheated on?” You pretended to gasp as you went to get water bottles out of the refrigerator for the two of you.
“Are you kidding me? I’d be an excellent boyfriend.” Peter insisted and took the bottle you handed him.
“Really? Says who? Where are the user reviews?” You teased and took a sip.
“So far, they haven’t been any users. But if I ever became a boyfriend, I’d be the best boyfriend to ever boyfriend.”
“You know what? I believe you.” You shrugged. “You do have all the best boyfriend qualities. You’re sweet and smart and funny. Not to mention, slightly above average on the handsome scale. You’re kinda a total catch. Oh my god. How come I’m not dating you?”
“You could. If you wanted to.” Peter stammered as his entire face turned red.
“You are so funny. Seriously, why don’t you have a girlfriend?” You laughed as Peters advances went right over your head. Peter frowned a little and decided that if he was going to get through to you, he had to try harder.
A few days later, you came into Peters room while he was doing some homework to show him your outfit.
“Woah. You going out?” He asked you when he saw the little black dress guy had on.
“Yeah. Does this outfit make me look slutty but in a fun way?”
“Honestly, yes. That’s exactly how I would describe it. Who are you going out with?” Peter wondered.
“A boy.”
“What? What boy? Who him? I mean, who is he? What?” Peter fumbled over his words as jealously manifested in his tummy.
“Oh my God. I’m just kidding. I’m going out with some girl friends.” You laughed when you saw how flustered he got.
“Oh. Okay.” Peter sighed in relief.
“You weren’t jealous, were you?” You smiled in surprise.
“I…I was actually.” Peter admitted, knowing there was no point in denying what you already knew.
“Oh. I get it.” You nodded and smiled sympathetically at him.
“Look, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while-“
“You were jealous that I had a date and you didn’t, weren’t you?” You cut him off. That wasn’t at all what Peter was jealous about and you had once again missed what he was trying to say.
“Yeah. That’s it.” Peter lied.
“P, if you want a date, you just have to ask a girl out. Any girl would be lucky to have you.” You said simply.
“You think so? Any girl?”
“Totally. If a guy like you asked me out, I’d say yes in a heartbeat.“ You assured him.
“You’d say yes if I asked you out?” Peter raised an eyebrow.
“Are you kidding? Absolutely. And I’d lock you down too. You’d never get away from me.” You told him. A smile tugged at Peters lips as your words gave him the confidence to finally ask you out.
“Y/n, I think you are the most beautiful girl in the world and I would love to take you on a date.” Peter said and held his breath in anticipation of your response.
“That was perfect, P! That’s exactly how you should ask a girl out.” You smiled in excitement, making his smile fall.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He grumbled.
“Good luck. See you later!” You patted his back before leaving the room.
The next day, you went into the home theater and found a couple members of the team watching something on the big tv. Peter turned his head when he heard you come in and waved you over.
“Hey. Mind if I share your blanket?” You asked him.
“Yeah. Go ahead.” Peter blushed and lifted up his blanket so you could slide under it. You smiled at him before sitting down and snuggling into his side.
“You’re so warm. Can you start sleeping in my bed? It’s freezing in my room.” You mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his torso.
“I could definitely spoon you at nights for $5 an hour.” Peter teased as he wrapped an arm on you.
“I’d pay $20 an hour just to have these arms around me. Holy shit. They feel like a snake swallowed a baby.” You said as you squeezed his bicep.
“Thank you?” Peter chuckled.
“No. Thank you. Never let me go.” You sighed happily and snuggled back into his chest. Peter felt his face heat up and rested his cheek against the top of your head. You could feel his heart beating against your cheek and nuzzled into his chest further. You stayed in comfortable silence for a minute as your breathing synced up.
“This is nice.” Peter said in a quiet voice.
“It is. You should hold me more often.”
“I would love to do that.” He laughed softly.
“Really?” You asked and tilted your chin up to look at him. He looked down at you and nodded his head. You smiled and snuggled into his chest, restoring his confident once again.
“Do you ever think about being more than friends?” He asked softly.
“Oh my god. Are you finally asking me?” You smiled and sat up a little.
“Yeah. I finally am.” Peter nodded and sat up as well.
“You want to be roommates?” You asked excitedly and squeezed his hands.
“Wait, what?” Peters smile dropped.
“We can get bunk beds and everything! I thought you’d never ask.” You gushed and threw your arms around him to hug him. Peter squeezed his eyes shut in disappointment that you hadn’t understood what he was trying to say but decided that this was better than nothing.
“Me either.” He mumbled.
A week later, you had fully moved into Peters room. He laid awake one night and stared up at the bottom of your top bunk. He thought back to the day you built the bunk bed together and while showering him with compliments for his strength all day, he still had no idea how you really felt about him. You always made it seem like you liked him back but as he stared up at the bottom of your bed, he couldn’t help but think of all the times he tried to ask you out and you didn’t even realize. He was so deep in thought that he hadn’t even noticed you had climbed down from your top bunk and stood beside his bed.
“Holy shit.” He jumped when he saw you.
“I had a bad dream.” You said in a quiet voice.
“Oh no. Come here.” Peter sat up and patted his bed. You quickly climbed down and got into bed with Peter.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” You asked and you laid down together.
“Of course. Always.” Peter nodded and wrapped his arm around your waist. You rested your head on his pillow and looked into his eyes.
“You seemed kinda restless up there. Is everything okay?” Peter asked you.
“Not really. I have a lot on my mind.”
“Oh yeah? What’s the matter?”
“I raised my hand in class today and got it wrong. Like, way wrong. A few people laughed because I think they thought I was trying to be funny. But I wasn’t trying to be funny. I really thought my answer was right.”
“At least you tried.” Peter said reassuringly.
“I shouldn’t have tried. I tried to redeem myself later in class by answering another question but I got that one wrong too. And then the teacher asked a question that I definitely knew but when I raised my hand, he laughed and said “maybe you should stop trying”. I felt like such an idiot. I had that right answer. He just didn’t let me say it.”
“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re not an idiot.” Peter said as he rubbed circles on your back.
“Yes I am. Everyone says so.” You sighed. “I’ll never be smart like you. You know everything about everything.”
“Just because I memorize a bunch of facts doesn’t make me smart. You’re smart in your own way.” Peter told you.
“That’s a nice way of saying I’m dumb.” You chuckled softly.
“I would never call you dumb. I don’t think you’re dumb at all.” Peter shook his head and looked into your eyes
“Aw, P.” You smiled softly and cupped his chin.”
“In fact, I think you’re the loveliest person I’ve ever met. You’re courageous and hardworking and strong and so insanely beautiful sometimes it’s annoying, actually. And when I think of all the adjectives that can be used to describe you, dumb does not make the cut.”
“Why are you so good to me? It’s like you came straight from heaven into my life.” You smiled and scooted closer to him.
“I did. I’m a ghost.” He whispered, making you laugh.
“I’m so glad you were the one I met in the elevator on my first day. Can you imagine if I asked someone like Sam to hold the door for me?”
“You’d be in his bed right now and not mine.” Peter snorted.
“Please. I’d never be in his bed. And I like to think that no matter who held the elevator for me that day, you and I still would’ve formed this bond.” You said without looking into his eyes.
“You think so?” Peter smiled a little.
“I’m positive. I’ve never connected like this with anyone. I never believed in soulmates until I met you.”
“You think we’re soulmates?” Peters smile grew as he pulled you closer.
“Why not?” You shrugged. “Why not suspend your beliefs in science for a moment and believe that you and I were cut from the same cloth? I know it sounds silly, but I think it’s possible. And it makes me happy to believe it. You’re my twin flame.”
Peters heart was pounding in his chest as you said everything he always wanted to hear. Peter brushed some hair off of your face and left his hand on your cheek.
“What are we?” He asked you in a quiet voice.
“I just said we’re twin flames?” You frowned in confusion.
“Not that. I meant our relationship. What do you think of us as?”
“Peter.” You laughed softly and moved closer to him. He nodded his head and eagerly waited for your response.
“Twin flames. I literally just said that. Can you not hear me?” You asked genuinely and spoke a little louder. Peter groaned and rolled onto his back so you wouldn’t see his frustration.
“I’m going to sleep.”
“You promised you’d hold me.” You whined a little.
“Fine. Roll over.”
“Can’t we lay like this?” You asked and tugged his shirt so he’d roll back over to face you.
“Oh. Okay. Sure.” Peters disappointed faded away as he was reminded that just being your friend was a privilege.
“Goodnight, P.” You said through a yawn and wrapped both arms around him to rest your head on his chest.
“Goodnight, honey.”
The next morning, Peter walked into the kitchen and the conversation that had been happening immediately went quiet. Peter looked around in confusion as everyone snickered and hid behind their coffee cups.
“So. Rumor has it you two slept together last night.” Tony said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“What? Who started that rumor?” Peter frowned as he turned bright red.
“I did. After I went into your room this morning and saw you two tangled together in Peters bed.” Tony smirked and pointed over to you. You were sitting in the living room by yourself with your headphones in so you couldn’t hear the conversation going on.
“Ew. Aren’t you guys like 10?” Sam scrunched his nose.
“No. We’re adults. And it wasn’t like that. She had a bad dream so she slept in my bed.” Peter defended.
“Aw. Look at you comforting your girlfriend when she had a bad dream. How cute.” Sam teased.
“She’s not my girlfriend.” Peter mumbled and felt that of his face got any hotter, he’d explode.
“Wait, she’s not?” Sam asked.
“No. We’re just friends.”
“Well then what the hell am I waiting for? I’m about to get myself Mrs. Falcon.” Sam laughed and got out of his seat. Peter watched him as he went into the living room where you were.
“What’s he doing?” Peter asked Tony.
“Asking Y/n out. Duh.” Tony replied.
“What?! He can’t do that? He’s so big and strong and handsome. What if she says yes?” Peter began to panic and craned his neck to watch you and Sam.
“What’s your damage? I thought you guys were just friends.” Tony snorted.
“We are. I don’t even care actually.” Peter lied and sat back in his seat as his leg bounced. He looked over at you and Sam again and saw you nodding your head at something Sam was saying.
“Are you okay?” Tony asked when he saw the look on Peters face.
“I’m gonna fucking throw up.”
“Plug it up. He’s coming back.” Tony warned him. Sam walked back to Tony and Peter with a look on his face that peter couldn’t read.
“Well? Is she the next Mrs. Sam Wilson?” Tony asked.
“She turned me down.” Sam answered, seeming like he still didn’t believe it.
“What? What did she say?” Peter couldn’t contain his smile as he asked.
“She said she’s flattered but not interested in me.”
“Wait, how did you ask her?” Peter wondered.
“I don’t want to rehash it.” Sam waved his hand. “I asked her to go on a date, she said no, that’s pretty much it.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Peter whispered as he sat back in his chair.
“That’s what I said.” Sam scoffed. “Wait, why are you upset? I’m the one who got turned down.”
“Because I’ve been trying to ask her out for months but she either pretends she doesn’t understand or it genuinely goes right over her head. How come she understood when you did it?”
“Because I was direct. I didn’t beat around the bush like a boy who’s scared to ask his best friend on a date.” Sam told him.
“I’m not scared.” Peter scoffed. “I’m fact, I’m gonna go talk to her.”
“Good luck.” Sam called after him as Peter went over to you.
“Hey.” Peter waved nervously.
“Hey, P. What’s going on?” You smiled and took your earbuds out.
“Not much. I hear Sam asked you out.” Peter said as he sat down beside you.
“Oh. Yeah.” You scrunched your nose a little and laughed uncomfortably.
“You said no?”
“Yeah. I felt bad but he’s not my type.”
“I get that. What is your type, by the way?” Peter asked casually.
“I guess I don’t really know. I just like people that I like. But it helps when they’re kind and can make me laugh. I just want someone who doesn’t make me feel like I have to put on a performance. I want someone who makes me feel like I can be the person I am when I’m alone.” You explained. You thought about it for a second and then laughed a little.
“Hey, look at that. I just described you.” You chuckled. Peters heart beat in his chest and he knew if there was ever a time to tell you how he felt, it was now.
“Well I’m glad you feel that way. Because I have feelings for you. I have for a really long time.”
“Oh. You do?” You frowned and looked concerned. Peter saw your face and sighed, knowing that meant his feelings were likely unrequited.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Well what are the feelings? Oh no! Is the feeling anger? Are you mad at me?” You gasped and put your hand on top of his. Peter stared at you for a long time as he realized his efforts had once again gone directly over your head.
“No. Actually, yeah. I am mad.” Peter realized.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“You haven’t done anything wrong.” Peter sighed. “I’m just confused.”
“About what? Can I help?”
“I have been trying to ask you on a date for months and you haven’t taken the hint yet. Do you just not like me or am I just not being clear enough?”
“You want to take me on a date?” You furrowed your eyebrows.
“Yes. I do.” Peter answered, excited that you had finally understood.
“As friends?”
“No!” Peter groaned.
“As roommates? Oh, I get it. You want to go on a shopping date to IKEA to decorate our room now that we’re roommates.”
“What?! No. How does your mind even jump to that?” Peter whined and buried his face in his hands.
“I’m confused. Are we going to IKEA or not?”
“I WANT TO BE YOUR BOYFRIEND.” Peter picked his head up to exclaim.
“You want to be my boyfriend?” Your eyes widened.
“Yes. Finally.”
“But as friends, right?” You continued, making Peter slam his head down on the table.
“What do I have to do to get through to you? Get on my knees?” He asked you.
“It wouldn’t hurt.” You shrugged. And so, Peter got down on one knee and took your hand in his.
“Will you make me the happiest man in the world and let me take you on a date?” Peter asked as he looked into your eyes.
“A date? I thought you were proposing.” You replied, just messing with him now.
“Oh My God. This is impossible. I give up.” Peter got up and held up his hands in defense.
“Aw, what? You’re giving up right at the good part?” You smiled coyly as you stood up as well.
“Good part? What good-“
You cut Peter off by cupping his face to pull him into a kiss. Once he got over his initial shock, his eyes fluttered shut and he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer. The team mates in the other room caught sight of this and had a misted reaction of smirks and eye rolls.
“How does tonight at 7 sound?” You asked once you pulled away.
“That sounds perfect.” Peter smiled as his face turned a shade of pink.
“Awesome. It’s a date.” You kissed his cheek before walking out of the room.
A few days later, the entire team piled onto the quintet to set out on another mission. Tony passed around the file to get everyone up to speed on the mission while you and Peter whispered things in each others ears and laughed quietly.
“Wow. This must be some kind of satanic ritual. All victims killed so far have been virgins.” Steve noted as he read through the file.
“Uh oh. Peter better stay home.” Sam snorted.
“Peters not a Virgin.” You laughed, making everyone fall silent. Peter shrunk down in his seat and turned bright red as you realized why everyone was staring at you in disgust.
“I’m guessing.” You quickly added.
“So I take it she finally got the hint, huh?” Sam asked Peter with an unamused expression.
“Yeah.” Peter smiled proudly. “She got it.”
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Okay, more Aus and general wholesomeness to help combat the cursed inbox content (TBH, I feel like I should start signing these with an emoji. I’ve sent you like pauses to scroll through your blog and count the anon I know I sent, 20-ish!?!? Ugh, I didn’t think I had the brain rot that bad. Guess not. Any emojis that are free?
AU: For whatever reason, Alastor’s mum comes to visit. Whether its as an angel or time travel shenanigans is unclear. But everyone basically jumps at the chance to explain just how horrible Alastor is. All except Lucifer, who pulls her aside and tells her that while her son isn’t prefect, he isn’t heartless. He’s saved my daughter, multiple times. He’s the one who called be out on being an absent parent. He supported her when I wouldn’t. He respects women so much it’s a defining part of his characterization. He treats Nifty well, even when most people don’t and are creped out by her. He doesn’t lash out at Angle for his suggestive comments (much) because he knows that’s just what Angle is use to. He’s working on a way to own Angle’s soul instead of the man who’ll keep abusing him. And yes he picks fights and embarrasses Vox, but he never starts them. He’s dragged Lucifer out of depressive states and dealt with him at his worse that he won’t let even Charlie see. Alastor’s mum leaves knowing that while her son isn’t prefect, he is doing what he thinks is best, and he is loved.
AU, ft. Helluva Boss: Rather than run IMP, Blitzo works as Lucifer’s bodyguard. How did he end up in that position? Well, he met Alastor and while they do not get along, Alastor respects that he tries to be a good father. The imp soon becomes a part of their small missed matched family, and is the only one who tell RadioApple to their face that they were not, in fact, just friends. He also likes to tell them that they don’t pay him enough to deal with their drama. RadioApple catches word of Blitz messy love life and decide its only far to meddle like he did. They are both, really really bad at it though.
AU, Human: Lucifer is a teacher. The class knows he was married and divorced, and they have reason to suspect that he’s seeing someone again based on what his daughter Charlie has said. They don’t know for  sure until they have to switch to Zoom because of the plague. Unforatnely for them, their teachers partner is very good at not being caught on camera. The only thing they’ve seen of him is a flash of a red coat and a charming voice.
General HCs: Alastor and Lucifer can see each other from their rooms, if they stand at the right angle. They make a game out of trying to communicate with each other from across the hotel with hand gestures or magic. It’s pretty hit or miss most of the time. They also send paper airplanes to each other from across the roof.
Lucifer manages to sneak a rubber duck onto Alastor’s person. Where he hides it I’m not quite sure, but it is hidden. Alastor himself doesn’t know about it, but his Shadow does. It doesn’t tell him. The duck is a means of protection and when Alastor is ambushed by the Vees while healing from his wound from the final, he explodes with magic and knocks them all out, does serve damage to the road and building around it and teleports the deer demon back to the hotel. Alastor tells him to never do it again. He is ignored, and the defense ducks are regularly placed on him.
Alastor can melt with his shadow, but what people don’t know is that he can also blend in with other people’s shadows. It's easiest if they know and consent to him being there though. Lucifer has no problem with this, and Alastor takes great delight in scaring people by popping out of the king’s shadow. It also allows him to leave the pride ring, though he can’t leave the shadow, and he can’t stay in the shadow for very long if outside.
so many!! def sign with an emoji - or even submit as yourself or post to your blog with a link i can reblog so people can follow you!
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d-targaryenshoe · 3 months
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Muddy Games - Anthony Bridgerton
Word Count: 1728
Summary: Anthony Bridgerton and a game of Pall Mall, without winning it's never good enough it is.
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As the sunlight met your skin, you felt the heat radiate from the So huge window shining into your bedroom, or perhaps it may been the warmth that radiated from your husband's body who still sounded pretty much asleep next to you. 
Staring at the ceiling, a smile appeared on your face. It may have been happiness even though adoration was also still a valuable option.
You pulled the covers from your body as you carefully took hold of Anthony's hand, trying to pull yourself from under his grip meanwhile, but the Lord was smarter than you knew.
"Dearest, it's almost half of the day, we must go downstairs to the family." You chuckled, feeling Anthony's arm tighten around your waist before he pulled you closer once more. "Anthony, we've arrived last night, we didn't even see them."
"We still have enough time to conversate with them, they'd understand me if I desired to lock myself in here with my newly wedded wife." He answered, placing his lips on your neck.
"They would, hm?" Running a hand through his brown hair, you smiled while raising an eyebrow at the man. "We really should sr-tart of this da-"
"Anthony? Y/n?" A young female's voice was sounded on the other side of your door after a knock was heard. "YOU MUST MAKE HASTE." 
Anthony sighed to himself, rubbing his forehead before getting up out of bed and opening the door for a small crack. hiding his uncovered body behind the door, meeting Eloise's eyes. "Sister? Nice to see you on this delightful morning, is it not?"
"No, it is not." She answered.
"The sun is shining to its greatest?"
"Sun? Ah, very hot, too hot." She fanned herself with her hand.
Eloise grinned sarcastically at her brother, giving him a toothy smile, trying to peek into the room but no one could do as Anthony positioned his hand on the doorframe. "Do you need assistance with anything, El?
"No, just hastening the two of you up with whatever you're accomplishing, everyone's downstairs, we're almost beginning a Pall Mall game." Eloise shrugged, before loudly speaking up. "DAPHNE WOULD LOVE TO SEE Y/N AGAIN AFTER SUCH A LONG TRAVEL." 
Anthony squinted at the younger girl, shaking his head before she waved him off and walked away, knowing how much of a strong connection you had with the other Bridgerton sister.
Anthony closed the door, walked back into the room, and started to relay Eloise's message, but you interrupted him with a chuckle. "I heard everything, dearest. Let's not keep your family waiting." 
You leaned in and gave him a quick kiss before getting out of bed to get dressed. Anthony smiled at you, grateful for your understanding nature, and started to get ready as well. 
"Thank you for the concern, but I'm ready to face them. We'll handle it together." You replied with a smile as you walked down the staircase, holding hands. 
As you stepped outside, the first thing you saw was the family waiting on the grass field. They were all smiling and waving, and you could feel the love and warmth radiating from them. 
Despite the overwhelming feeling of being surrounded by so many people, you knew that you were very much ready to be a part of this family.
Eloise was standing next to Violet, who immediately embraced you and welcomed you to the family. 
"Oh, brother, I must say, you and the clothes on your body are a much more pleasant sight." Eloise smiled, but the smile quickly faded as she saw the look Colin gave her.
"Eloise, that's enough. Let's not embarrass the newlyweds," Violet said, giving her daughter a stern look. 
"I'll think of a number and the person to guess it, picks first?" Colin suggested.
"What? I do not accept. The oldest should pick first, Colin." Benedict snapped.
"The oldest? The youngest, much rather!" Eloise
"I just got married, I should be choosing." Anthony urged.
"Why am I afraid that this is how every Pall Mall game goes?" You asked Daphne as she chuckled. "Because it is, is it not?"
Daphne catches your eye and nods her head. "Very much so, excuse me for a moment."
"All of you, almost starting a contest on who shall pick first, when the only person who has not said one thing, is your wife, Anthony, maybe she is the one to pick first?" Daphne gave her brother a stern look, hearing Eloise laughing quietly.
As Anthony clears his throat, he agrees with Daphne's suggestion that you should be the one to pick first. "Yes, that's a great idea. Dearest, why don't you pick first?" he says, giving you a warm smile. 
You nod, picking the black mallet, and noticing Anthony's expression of shock. You can't help but laugh as Benedict teases his brother about the mallet of death. 
"So it is yours?" You ask, holding out the mallet towards him to take, but he shakes his head, kissing your temple.
"No, not at all, it's yours now." Anthony smiles.
"Is it? Because the last time I tried to do so, you almost beate-" Colin his words were stopped by the look his brother gave him. "What?"
"You exaggerate, dear brother." Anthony placed his chin on your shoulder, standing behind you and wrapping one arm around your waist. 
"I've had enough, shall I watch those two all day, or may I start this game?" Eloise sighed, swinging the mallet in her hand towards you and Anthony. "I much would like to do the second thought."
" I think we should indeed begin with the Pall Mall game, y/n, love, why don't you start? violet kindly smiled, placing her hand on yours before returning to her seat.
With a determined look on your face, you swung your mallet and successfully struck the round bowl through the high arch of iron.
"Well, well, well! It seems your mighty mallet has finally proven its worth." You teased your husband, making him place his lips on your neck, making you lean into him. 
" It was just a stroke of luck." He muttered against your neck, before releasing you and walking towards the spot to give it his best try. "Dear family, watch closely, Benedict, you indeed. I'm about to show you how it's done."
Anthony steps up to take his shot, his eyes focused on the target. He swings his mallet with confidence, but to his dismay, he misses the ball completely. His expression turns from determination to frustration.
"Well, well, Anthony. I must say, that was quite the swing!" Benedict laughed, throwing his arm around his brother's shoulder.
Anthony's face turns red with embarrassment as his siblings join in on the laughter.
"Oh Anthony, perhaps you need a bit more practice before challenging Benedict." Daphne tried to hide her smile behind her gloved hand. 
"I think I'll keep score. One point deducted for every missed shot, Anthony." Eloise adjusted the bow in her hair, smiling at the Bridgerton brother.
Anthony tries to maintain his composure, but the teasing continues to rattle him. "Enough! I'll show you all in the next round."
"Alright, here goes nothing!" Daphne sighs, taking Anthony's spot of position. Daphne takes a deep breath and focuses on the ball. With a swift motion, she strikes it with precision.
The ball hits the target dead center, causing a loud "clang" sound. 
"I did it! I did it!" She cheered, embracing you and Eloise with joy. 
"Okay, Daphne, we've heard, now it's my turn." Colin tries his best to concentrate. "Alright, here goes nothing!"
"Colin, that position? You really must work on your aim." Anthony spoke, having Eloise chuckle. "Don't chuckle, you too."
"Just you wait, Anthony. I'll get better with practice." Colin answered, striking the ball and scoring another point. 
"Everybody move, I get to try now." Benedict swings his mallet and hits the ball with a strong force, but unfortunately, it veers off course. "Damn it!"
"What happened, Benedict?" Anthony raised an eyebrow, leaning his hands on his mallet.
"It's your fault, Anthony! You distracted me!" Benedict pointed a finger at his brother. 
 "Me? How on earth did I distract you?" Anthony rolled his eyes. "It's not my fault you missed your shot."
"Okay, okay, my turn, go away," Eloise said, She hit the ball, but it flew through the air and landed in the mud. "Oh no! The ball went flying, there goes my shot!
Anthony let his eyes run over the field and remembers which direction it went. "Y/n, dearest, the ball went in that direction, care to join?"
"Of course, we must retrieve it." You smile, taking hold of your husband's hand and following him in the direction, trying not to ruin your gown.
" Look for anything round and shiny. It could be partially buried." Anthony said, doing his best not to slip away in the mud. 
Letting your eyes scan the ground they stopped at a particular point. "I see something over there! It's partially hidden under the mud."
The both of you carefully unearth the ball, covered in mud, but otherwise intact. "Thank goodness! Our family's legacy is safe."
the both of you find yourselves alone in the middle of the muddy mess. Your clothes are drenched and covered in dirt. The rain pours down, adding to the chaos.
"Well, my love, it seems we've found ourselves in quite a predicament, the desire that burns within me is too strong." Anthony softly spoke, removing the sleeve from your shoulder
"Oh, stop it, Anthony. You're just as disheveled as I am." You chuckled, as Anthony pulled your body closer to his. 
"But that's what makes this moment so perfect. No expectations, no inhibitions, just us, here in the mud." Anthony smiled at you, tightening his grip around you. 
 "Are you suggesting we make the most of this muddy situation?" You asked, removing the strand of hair that fell on his forehead.
"Absolutely, dearest, let's embrace the messiness and create a memory that will last a lifetime." You share a passionate kiss, your bodies intertwining as they revel in the spontaneity of the moment. 
The rain continues to pour, washing away your worries and leaving only their love behind. The mud still clings to your clothes, but you pay no mind.
 In this moment, nothing else matters except their love for each other.
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steddieas-shegoes · 8 months
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Request: video gamer Steve who is very very private & constantly has competitions with his friends/followers. But one day he does & q&a and someone asks him about his ring/necklace (or something that is noticeable) & he talks about his partner. & Eddie who is a well known musician who talks about his partner Steve. And somehow their fans put it together that Steddie are together. Then they do a really cute q&a on Steve's channel all about their relationship & its really cute
MY LOVE!!! Honestly, if Liam didn't watch so many gamers on YouTube, I would be so clueless. I never got into video games (because I'm so so bad at them you guys it is actually embarrassing) and I never really watched streamers on YouTube or anything. But I know that some of them have like a cult following and so I am picturing Steve to be one of those here. Please don't ask what games he would play because this is a choose your own adventure part of the story. - Mickala ❤️
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Everyone made fun of Steve for how much he talked with his hands. Even on camera, his hands were constantly in the frame, moving and emphasizing his passion for whatever game he was playing for that stream.
He should have realized that wearing a ring on his usually bare hands would have given him away.
It was his first livestream competition since Eddie proposed on their trip to the Maldives.
He was still a little high off of, well, everything, and he wasn’t thinking clearly.
He ignored the first question that popped up.
who got you that ring?
He shared some basic personal stuff with his fans and followers, but he kept most things private, especially his relationship.
But then questions kept coming in.
R U ENGAGED???
usually the girl wears the ring right
If you’re taken I might have to unsubscribe
The last one made him pause.
It’s not like he was an idiot, he knew that there would always be a handful of people who followed him because he was attractive. He didn’t mind, especially because some of them would message him and explain that they ended up getting into games because of him.
“Okay, wait. Sorry guys. Um. I wanna address something before we start the actual stream.” He held his hand up, looking over at the ring Eddie proposed with. “I share a lot with you guys. I came out about a year ago during a stream as bisexual, and it really shouldn’t have been much of a shock, but it caused a bit of a…thing.” He grimaced. “And I guess most of the reason that I came out then was because my boyfriend had come out as well, and it felt like something we could do together without actually doing it together. Most of you know I was just gone for a week on a much needed vacation. I was with my boyfriend, and he proposed while we were there. I said yes because he is the only person I’ve ever wanted to spend my life with.”
Steve put his hand down, sighing.
“I understand if that makes some of you unfollow me, but I do hope you look at yourself and try to come to terms with why that is what makes you unfollow someone you enjoy watching. Anyways, the ring is beautiful, and it's a simpler version of one he wears every day, so it means even more.”
He felt relieved, but also a little stressed, and knew he’d be calling Eddie as soon as this was over to talk to him about everything.
“Let’s get gaming!” He gave his best smile to the camera.
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“Yeah, we had a nice week off together, alone, and I finally got to propose. I don’t think we left the bed for 24 hours after that,” Eddie laughed.
The interviewer laughed too, used to Eddie’s jokes and blunt answers.
“I’m glad you got to spend some time just the two of you. This has been a busy world tour for you and Corroded Coffin and you’re only halfway through!” The interviewer, Hannah, stated. She smiled at him when he nodded. “Anything new planned for the second half of the tour?”
“We can’t give out secrets, Hannah, you know that,” Eddie smirked. “But Gareth did say I should tell you about one thing.”
Gareth definitely had a crush on Hannah and had pouted endlessly about being scheduled for a different interview at the same time as Eddie’s interview with her.
“Oh?” she leaned forward, eyes gleaming.
She maybe had a crush on him, too.
“He actually wrote a song that’ll be on our next album. He doesn’t usually get bit with the writing bug, but someone’s inspired him,” he winked at her, smiling at her blush. “Anyway, it’s been added to the setlist for the second leg of the tour and we’re all really excited for everyone to hear it.”
Eddie felt his phone vibrating in his pocket multiple times. All the guys knew he was in an interview and couldn’t answer a call, so who the hell was calling him?
It was easy enough to ignore through Hannah’s next question, until it started again.
He reached in his pocket and checked to see who it was, eyes going wide when he saw ‘Stevie’ with a picture of them on their vacation lighting up his screen.
Steve never called twice in a row unless it was an emergency. He knew if Eddie didn’t answer, he was truly busy.
He felt his heart racing as he looked back up at Hannah, who instantly seemed to catch on to something happening.
“We’re going to a commercial break, but when we’re back, Eddie’s gonna share a few hints about the next album!” Hannah said, immediately shutting the mics off and gesturing for him to get up.
Eddie took off his headphones and stood, walking out of the room as he answered the phone.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?”
“I’m sorry to bother you, I just-”
“Hey, no, it’s not bothering me. I was just in a radio interview with Hannah so we had to cut to commercial break before I could answer. What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned that something terrible had happened.
“Fuck, I forgot that was right now. I’m sorry. Call me back when you get to the bus,” Steve seemed like he was trying to rush off the phone.
“No, Stevie, wait. What’s wrong?” his tone was firm enough to let Steve know he wasn’t going to let this drop.
“Um. I just had a livestream thing. And like, people asked about the ring, so I told them I was engaged and some people just didn’t take it that well and then I went online and some people have apparently put it together that the Steve you talk about is me because of something I mentioned about my vacation and something you posted about the vacation and so I think everyone’s gonna know and I’m sorry,” Steve was panting by the end, speaking a million miles an hour literally taking the breath from him.
“Okay, well, we knew this would probably happen eventually, my love. I’ll just call the guys and we can talk to Chrissy about it if it gets picked up by the media. No reason to panic,” Eddie tried to calm him down while watching through the window to the recording booth where Hannah seemed to be introducing a song to kill more time.
“But I ruined our plan!”
“No, love. People ruined our plan. And it’s okay, anyway. We’ll figure it out.”
“But your fans will be mad that it’s me. I’m just…me!”
“You’re not just anything and any fan of mine who says or thinks that, isn’t a fan,” Eddie sighed. “I love you, and we will figure this out. Whatever we gotta do, okay?”
Steve let out a long breath before responding.
“I love you too. Tell Hannah I said hi?”
“Of course. I love you so much, okay? ‘Til death and beyond.”
Steve let out a small laugh.
“You’re not allowed to use those lyrics in the vows. But I love you so much, too.”
“We can discuss that later. I wrote you a very metal love song that I fully intend to use some of in the vows. Okay, bye!”
He hung up before Steve could argue and walked back into the studio, mouthing an apology to Hannah, who just waved it off with a smile.
Everything would be fine.
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“The lighting isn’t ideal, but it’ll be fine,” Steve was pacing, double checking his set up while Eddie watched.
He tried helping, but kept being told not to touch things, so he ended up just sitting on the hotel bed.
Steve had traveled halfway across the country to do this, his stress was at an all-time high, and Eddie didn’t need to get his head bitten off.
“Five minutes,” Steve said, shaking his hands nervously.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Eddie said, waving him over to the bed.
“No, you’ll distract me.”
“Yes, which is exactly what you need for a minute. Come here.”
Steve sighed, but went over to him, dropping onto the bed and resting his head against Eddie’s shoulder.
“What’s got you so worried?”
“Everything.”
Eddie sighed.
“But specifically.”
“I just don’t want you or the guys to lose fans because of me,” Steve was playing with the edges of the hole in Eddie’s jeans absentmindedly.
“Sweet boy, we lose fans because we endorse a certain amp brand over another. We’ll be fine.”
“This is bigger, though. I’m just a nobody who got lucky on YouTube playing some games,” Steve whined.
“And I loved you before that. If they don’t want me to be happy, they aren’t real fans anyway. You’re my future, not whatever woman still thinks she has a shot with my gay ass,” Eddie said.
“But it isn’t just you who suffers.”
“None of us suffer. We lose some homophobic, idiotic fans who shouldn’t ever have claimed to be fans at all. None of us want people like that around.”
Steve’s alarm went off to signal one minute before the livestream started.
He jumped up and pulled Eddie up with him.
They’d already gone over everything together, discussed it with Chrissy and the guys, even Steve’s manager, Robin, about how this would work.
Steve would pretty much act like it was any other livestream, but Eddie would be there for the first five minutes or so so they could do a quick explanation of things.
Eddie would do a phone interview with Hannah in 30 minutes while Steve was gaming, covering a bit more and answering some questions about their relationship.
Then they’d both have a night off to decompress in the hotel before Steve had to fly back home and Eddie had to head to the next tour stop.
Hopefully, the buzz would die down relatively quickly.
Steve did his normal intro, but Eddie’s hand rested on his knee out of sight, squeezing once when he heard his voice start to shake a little while introducing Eddie.
“There’s been some rumors about us, and we just wanna be completely honest about things so that the rumors stop,” Steve continued. “First of all, we’ve been together for almost four years. Way before I got anywhere with YouTube, before Corroded Coffin had even released their first album. And we were friends long before that.”
“Even though I had the biggest crush on him in high school, I didn’t admit I was in love with him until we both moved to Chicago. Wasted years,” Eddie shook his head.
“Second,” Steve smirked, looking over at him for a moment. “The week off in the middle of his tour had been planned for Jeff to go home and be with his family for his wife’s birthday and daughter’s graduation.”
“Anyone who thinks Steve threw a fit about needing a vacation and made the band take a break is just saying so out of spite that we had to move around one of the tour dates to make the week off work. It’s not up to you to come up with a narrative,” Eddie added, brow raised like he was chastising children.
“And finally, most importantly, what either of us choose to share is up to us. We do not owe anyone any explanations. Our relationship is ours. Being public figures already takes away a lot of our autonomy, and this is something neither of us will budge on. We are willing to share our happiness, but we are not willing to let everyone become a part of our life together.”
Sometimes, Steve said things in such a way that Eddie couldn’t do anything but stare at him in awe. He loved him more than anything, and sometimes the only thing he could do was kiss him.
He did so now, not exactly forgetting they were live streaming, just not really caring.
Steve tensed for a second, but then relaxed, cupping his cheek and smiling into the kiss.
Eddie pulled away and looked back at the camera.
“On that note, I’m gonna leave Steve here to his gaming. If you aren’t nice, I’ll ban you from Corroded Coffin shows for life,” he waved before standing and leaving the camera’s view.
Steve rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly as Eddie walked out of the bedroom, blowing kisses back at Steve the entire way.
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After that, Eddie made random appearances on Steve’s live streams, and Steve flew out to a handful of shows to support Eddie.
It’s not that they were hiding before, but they just hadn’t felt like they should have to try to.
Now they didn’t.
Steve even did a Q&A with the band on tour while playing games with them.
They were all pretty terrible at it, complaining most of the time about how D&D was so much easier than this. Eddie didn’t play, but he sat next to Steve and braided his hair while he kicked their asses, asking them all the questions that popped up from people watching.
When he got to one for him, he smiled and kissed the top of Steve’s head.
“This question is for me. How did you know Steve was the one?” The guys all groaned, but they were smiling. “Well, I knew he was the one back in my first senior year. I tripped on the step into the gym and Steve was the only one there. He helped me up and smiled at me, and I was a goner.”
“He’s lying to you all,” Steve said without looking away from the game. “He knew when I made him homemade banana bread. His exact words were, ‘I’m gonna marry you so hard someday, Harrington.’ and then six months later he proposed.”
“Both can be true,” Eddie pouted.
Steve paused the game and turned to him, kissing the tip of his nose.
“Every moment I have with you proves you’re the one for me,” he said before turning back to the game and leaving Eddie silently shocked.
“This is the last time we come on this thing, Steve,” Gareth said.
“Yeah. You broke him,” Jeff agreed.
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fun-k-board · 2 months
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Can I request headcanons for Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to his gn crush accidentally confessing to him?
Dammon, Rolan and Zevlor If Their Gender Neutral Crush Accidentally Confesses To Him Headcanons
Note(s) : The reader isn't Tav or durge they're just sort of a random person, I don't think the race is ever specified (correct me if I'm wrong) and neither are any described features or their class.
I'm not too knowledgeable of Dammon, Zevlor and Rolan's character in BG3 and I'm so sorry if the characters are wrong.
This is a mix of random general relationship headcanons as well as the random confession.
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Dammon
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He's all about outwardly caring for those he loves and he understands that love can come in many ways, he had a strong love for you before you had even confessed aloud, a mix of platonic and romantic feelings that he would showcase by doing tasks for you.
Whether he gained his crush first or you did doesn't matter in his eyes. What matters to him is that he doesn't know if you liked him back for quite a while, not until you had confessed that is. Dammon's not the type of man to make wild guesses about romance, even if you're more affectionate he doesn't think anything of it because some people are just like that with their friends and he thinks that it'd be presumptuous to assume.
He decides to eventually try and court you by making you small items or helping you as much as he could with his blacksmith job, things like necklaces, bracelets, maybe even armour, whatever you prefer, really.
Dammon isn't a fan of the typical Tiefling courting rituals, they're the same as humans but with violent and sarcastic speech, along with playful teasing and pushing their object of affection around. Of course, he won't judge if you do that to him, he can take teasing, but he much prefers to show his love through affectionate actions and words.
When you confess to him he gets more excited than embarrassed or flirty, he adores you and to know that you feel the same way as he does gets him a little giddy. He won't even realise that this could be embarrassing to you or even uncomfortable, straight away asking if you'd like to go on a date or be a couple. He does apologise after he realises how forward he's being though.
Rolan
In a relationship Dammon is very much someone who shows his love through acts of service, he'll craft things for you, help you with your job(s) and even just random tasks you might not want to or be able to do by yourself.
Sometimes he'll make random pieces of jewellery, he says that it doesn't matter if you want to wear them all the time, just as long as you like them. He accepts any gifts even if they're not something he likes, he can find a way to make it practical.
Dammon loves to tease you about your shy confession, in public and private. Unless you directly tell him you don't like it he'll randomly bring it up during conversation, when you're being cocky or teasing him it's an easy and fairly cute memory he can use to make fun of you.
Cooking is something that's interesting for the both of you, I don't think that he'd be too good at cooking or baking, not so horrible that he'll burn down a house, but not really good enough that you'd be able to have a lot of his food. Don't get him wrong, he'd love to learn, but he does prefer to have you cook while he gets ingredients and helps with any part of it that doesn't require anything that requires experience or talent in cooking.
His cuddles are very shifty, I don't think he likes to stay still for long and so you'll constantly be switching positions and he'll tend to play with your hair or hands if you let him. He might roll you around so you're laying on top of him, he's on top of you, you're sideways and hugging him, or he's hugging you, it generally just depends on how fidgety he feels on that day.
His kisses are short, he likes to give a small peck to your lips every few moments. Whether you're busy with your work or he is with his blacksmith work, then boom, kiss out of nowhere on your cheek or neck, he loves to catch you off guard and laughs whenever you get surprised by them.
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Rolan personally doesn't do the typical tiefling courting strategy, of course he's sarcastic, but he's not going to be spewing out any violent speech when it's supposed to be a romantic hint to his feelings toward you.
His reaction would mostly depend on how it happened, and I can mainly see it going a few ways. Either A, you accidentally blurt it out during a conversation directly to him, or B, he overhears you talking about your love for him in some way, maybe going over a confession you're planning with a friend or you're just ranting about how much you like him.
If you blurt it out during conversation he's certainly surprised, but he is wondering if it's some sort of joke even if you're not that type of person. He will absolutely ask if Lyla or Cal put you up to this. Whereas if he overhears you he's much more likely to believe it's genuine, and he won't strut over while the other person is still there, he'll wait until you're done with the conversation and then strut over.
Whatever the way it happens, he will a hundred percent tease you about it. Nothing too heavy and it's mainly a ploy to confirm that you do in fact like him, just so he can make sure the situation is correct and he's not just assuming. He'll just outwardly say things like 'So, you have feelings for me?', 'a birdie seems to have told me about your feelings.', etc.
When you confirm you do in fact have romantic feelings for him he's over the moon, of course he won't outwardly show it and attempts to act suave, he's failing miserably and stumbles over one or two words at first, with false cocky arrogance and deepening his voice to try and make you more embarrassed than he is. Although, if you look down at his feet you can see that his tail is swishing back and forth.
In a relationship he's a mix between awkward and suave, he loves to tease you but if you tease back he gets huffy and storms off, not because he's angry, but because he's just so embarrassed. Especially if you do it around his siblings, Cal and Lia will help you make fun of him but he won't forgive you, unless you give him a kiss or gift him a new book and then it's history.
Rolan will sometimes remind you of how you so forwardly and awkwardly confessed to him to try and make you embarrassed, whether or not if you actually bite back or not doesn't matter, but he loves to do it when you flirt with him first. Oh, you think you've caught him off guard? Well, here's his ultimate trap card! Unless you're not embarrassed by it, then he's stuck trying to remember some other event that could make you embarrassed.
Zevlor
He's not too great at cooking but he can absolutely try for you, he's better at baking because of the strict step by step instructions, but for cooking where it mainly relies on taste and altering recipes he can struggle a little. Rolan does that cute thing if you like to cook or bake where he wraps his arms around you from behind and gives you a lil' kiss.
His cuddles are very 'bear hug' like, when you're spooning him he always asks you to wrap your arms around his waist and push yourself against him fully, he adores the closeness and comfort of it. When he's spooning you he does the same, arms around your waist, his face buries in your neck, making sure to position his horns away from your face. He prefers cuddling in bed and laying down rather than sitting up or on the sofa, the sofas smaller so it makes it harder to get comfortable in his opinion.
Rolan's kisses are always short and sweet, gentle and usually he'll give two or three pecks in a row because he can't get enough of you. Sometimes he'll kiss you for longer or more passionately, usually if one of you is upset or had a long day and just needs one another to relax.
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So, Zevlor's not exactly the most confident or well sought after in the romance department. His age shows on his face and many people seem to be turned off by it, of course there's the whole issue with his past that many tieflings dislike him over, which they make painfully clear.
Although of course, one man's trash is another's treasure, that's where you come in. You both express interest in one another, if you don't catch on due to differences in culture, a general misunderstanding or complete obliviousness, that's up to you. But Zevlor does try to court you.
Regardless of the fact that he's single and has been for a while, he still values romance to some part. Even though it's not to the point that he actively wishes for a relationship or is miserable outside of one.
Overall, Tiefling courting rituals are similar to human courting rituals, but with a lot more grim gallows humor they use to cope with being shunned in most societies that you might not be comfortable with. In Tiefling spaces a common dark joke is 'The fastest way to a man's heart is to either make it laugh it up, or cut it out of him.' If you are a Tiefling, or perhaps from a culture or a specific race that has similar courting rituals to a Tiefling, then he will most likely just stick with what he'd normally say. Nothing too intense, but definitely things that would make a stranger unaware of these traditions to raise a brow.
If you're a non Tiefling he might try to dial back what he would typically do to court one of his own race, in his years he understands that many races or cultures will show love through kind actions, but for Tieflings, courting is all about sarcasm and being a bit more 'violent' verbally. But, if a Tiefling didn't like you then they wouldn't pick on you.
Many Tieflings in the grove are already, painfully so, aware of your little crush on the old Tiefling man. Whether it's because you've talked to them about it or because you're just so obvious, gossip can spread like a wild hellfire, everybody will know even if only one person does.
He most likely had one or two flings in his time, but to hear someone so suddenly admit that they have feelings for him is rather new, and, let me just say, I think he would have some clue before you even said it out loud. Zevlor would never outright think 'they love me', but perhaps would be under the impression that you admire him in some way, especially with how many tieflings try to hint to him that you do love him.
I don't think he would even attempt to court you if he didn't think you'd be at least a little interested.
Obviously if you're reading this you most likely want Zevlor to reciprocate your feelings and accept your confession, which he does, his confession back isn't blunt per se but he definitely gets his feelings across without mincing any words.
In a relationship he's a little awkward at first, but definitely not shy. It's mostly because it's been a while since his last lover but he also wants to make it work with you, but after a few weeks he really does begin to settle in. He'll suggest activities to strengthen your bond, like cooking meals for each other and the other tieflings, training with weapons or fighting styles either one of you might not be perfect with or against, and sometimes just taking a stroll around to admire nature.
Zevlor will adore it if you bite back with equal sarcasm, he is never outright rude, especially if he knows you can't handle it, but he does love a good playful back and forth.
I don't think Zevlor would ever tease you about your awkward and sudden confession in public, maybe with a few close friends of yours or his, but it's mainly when you two are alone and it's usually just if you tease him first. It's a fun little inside joke between you two that you can always find humor in.
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Zevlor's great at cooking that can give you energy and also taste good with minimal ingredients, it's nothing spectacular that you can eat thousands of plates full of, but they're always able to give a pep in your step. He, however, isn't too good at baking, and so if you like to bake then he appreciates some lessons when either of you have the time.
I think he'd be rather awkward and stiff if you ever cuddle for the first few times, after a while he does learn what you both like and how to position himself to be comfortable for each other, but he feels very cumbersome especially if you're laying down. Zevlor prefers to cuddle on the sofa just sitting next to each other one arm around another's waist style.
His kisses are passionate and like the movies, that's the best way I can describe them. He wants you to know how much he loves kissing you and so he takes your breath away every time, if either of you are busy or in a rush he will give a small peck to your cheek as to not make you dawdle.
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Instead of posting pointless callouts, use your brains.
tldr: some of yall need to learn what a fucking block button is
Genuinely what is so hard about pressing the block button? Like omg I promise no one cares about your fuckass callout posts or rants. Like some of these people are embarrassing as hell. If you get triggered by shit on the internet, it’s YOUR decision on wether or not you want to interact or block and move on with your life. Like brother, i’m not going to throw a fit and freak out over some post that just so happened to contain weird shit on it. You know what I do? I MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE. Because I got better shit to worry about than some random ass fic on tumblr.
You like ddlg? Cool. Doesn’t hurt me or anyone, I don’t care. You like incest? Good for you! You like noncon? Okay! Like do y’all see how easy it is to just smile and nod? Trust, policing what people post and enjoy, is not going to change shit. It’s just annoying as fuck. People pick and choose, because some of the shit you all consume wouldn’t be considered normal either, going by what you all say.
According to all of your logic, blood kinks, knife kinks, gun kinks, piss kinks, and etc. should not be normalized either. Murder shouldn’t be written about, especially gore. Which is fucking moronic, considering how RE is built on violence and gore. Please, learn how to separate fiction from reality.
Many people are fans of iconic slasher films and horror movies. Michael Myers is a rapist and a murderer. But guess what? No one CARES! Because he’s not REAL. I could go on with so much more examples, but you should get the point by now. Hopefully. Dark content is everywhere, why is it now that it’s weird? Makes no fucking sense.
I get that some of you don’t want your precious white boy’s image to be tainted or defamed or whatever, but trust, Leon Kennedy is not reading these fics nor would he care. ‘He’s not a rapist or into incest!’, well he also wouldn’t call you ‘sweetheart’ or whatever cheesy bs fluff fics contain nowadays. But that’s the whole point, isn’t it? It’s all OOC. We KNOW he’s not a horrible person or an incredibly affectionate lover, but people write whatever they want. And no one’s going to stop them! Not the posts clogging up the tags or the weird asks.
There’s so much more, but the main arguments that keep being repeated are ‘it’s weird’ and ‘if you write about it, you’re probably going to do it in real life’. That take is so fucking stupid I can’t help but laugh. Same bs as white moms claiming their son is going to shoot some place out just because he plays violent video games. The whole point? SEPARATE FICTION FROM REALITY. And if you don’t like something? IGNORE IT? Why are you willingly engaging like omg are you stupid or dumb.
OH AND. ‘kids could see this!’ When will you all learn that no matter what you do, you cannot control what a person sees or decides to interact with. Especially minors. I’m willing to bet half of a smut writers followers are minors. Guess what? People lie all the time, about their ages and whatever else. It’s the fucking internet, of course they do. It’s not the responsibility of the blog owner to take care of children. The most they could do is plaster a big fat MDNI on their blog, that’s it. It’s the job of the parents to control what their kid watches or consumes, and we can’t exactly help with that. So don’t pretend to gaf about minors like omg.
Anyways. I’m too lazy to continue writing like I just needed to say this because some of you are slow. Me and many others are going to continue to write whatever the fuck we want. In conclusion? Block if you don’t like it LMAO. I don’t care about what some rando has to say on the internet.
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Can you make a veneer x reader where reader is supposedly assistant but actually a super famous model/popstar? Velvet and Veneer only realize that their assistant was no ordinary person, (Veneer notices it first) but a celebrity more popular than them (Velvet only realizes when they go to reader's concert that Veneer begged Velvet to go with him) :3 (also reader took the job because they wanted to try having "a normal job" for once and for the possibility of making friends with other popstars) and can we choose our stage names ourselves?
my first request, thank u!!! i love this plot omg…, absolutely >o<
F/S/N : first stage name
L/S/N : last stage name
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• falling for fame •
veneer x FEM!reader
• one shot
• fluff
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“goodnight, Velvet and Veneer.”
you closed the door to their dressing room and
dashed down the hall. you had just finished helping
Velvet and Veneer get un-ready from their
performance, which was absolutely spectacular.
every time you watch them perform you’re taken
away by how they control an audience and how their
aura beams across the room. being their assistant ,
you kind of have to say things like that for appeal, but
you really meant it 99% of the time.
the other the majority of that percentage was from
what you took by watching Venner, though.
whenever you watched him dance and sing and
seem so relaxed, you can’t help but feel the urge to
start moving too.
maybe he was your inspiration when you decided to become your own star.
now out of the building, you hurried down a small
trail behind the overly large structure which led to an
underground neighbourhood that was lightened up
by old bulbs hanging from trees and cheap
streetlights. this place didn’t really have any
meaning , well, of course until you showed up.
you had finally made it to another building , where
you dragged yourself to your own dressing room.
after running up many stairs, you let your huge work
tote bag down and started undressing, throwing your
robe on as you waited for someone.
knock knock
there she was.
“come in,” you called and the door opened. Georgia,
your own assistant , came through holding clothes in
her arms and lots of small bags. she smiles brightly
at you.
“oh, y/n, thank goodness. i almost thought you
ditched on all of us.” she jokes, putting the outfit
down on your mini sofa beside your vanity which you
sat at. Georgia was a sweet woman, who was a
mother to a small boy, Finn, you had met one or
twice. she was a dream assistant to anyone who
wanted one that didn’t bark or bitch.
“i would never abandon you, Gia. the siblings were
busy today, Velvet wanted extra touch ups and such.”
you explained while Georgia set up curling irons and
laid out makeup brushes. you seen her smile slyly at
you.
“oh, really? it wasn’t because you got caught up
staring holes in the back of her brothers head? huh,
how strange.” she teased you, and you fought back a
huge smile that threatened to take up your whole
face.
“sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” you
murmur, trying to hide the embarrassment in your
voice, but obviously failing.
you sort of wished Veneer would show up, if only he
knew. you weren’t sure WHY he didn’t know,
Velvet either, considering you were popular enough
for plenty of people to know about.
you tried to shrug it off, but you still felt weird about
it. you guessed they had better things to worry
about, that wasn’t you.
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( performance ref pictures for anyone that wants them, if not then imagine to your hearts content )
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Meanwhile…
“goodnight, Velvet and Veneer.”
you closed the door, and Veneer bit the inside of his
cheek.
“i wonder where she goes after her shifts.” he
wonders out loud, crossing his arms. Velvet looks at
him like he said something out of pocket, and she
scoffed.
“hm, well, i don’t really give a shit. she can do what
she wants, can’t she?” she said in a snarky tone,
gathering her things together and throwing her now
free hair into a loose ponytail. you did an amazing job
with being able to get all of the product out of their
hair , and Veneer only noticed how flawless it was
now.
Velvet headed towards the door and looked back at
Veneer.
“i’m heading home, Ven. you following ?” she asked,
raising an eyebrow. Veneer was still staring at the
door from when you walked out, but he looked at
Velvet and smiled.
“yeah, eventually. go on, i’ll get a ride later.” he
replied. Velvet kind of gave a side eye to a fake
camera and shrugged. “mkay.. ciao.” she closed the
door on her way out.
Veneer waited a second. two. three.
he scrambled, threw on a pullover hoodie and bolted
out the door, following after you.
he panicked half the time, hoping that he looked like
a janitor on his way home from his shift , and frankly
he did. he followed you out of the building and down
the strange path that he didn’t even knew existed,
but he tried not to question it.
he made sure not to get too close , but also not too
far away, not because he was afraid of losing sight of
you, but also to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt.
now he saw what he walked into, a beautiful
underground neighborhood that almost looked like a
child’s dream treehouse. he was so taken aback that
he lost sight of you and began to panic. you
vanished in thin air, and he almost turned around to
run. but then he started hearing music, from a stage
from the middle of the grounds.
“what…” he whispered. he began walking towards it.
it took him a few minutes to get there, and when he
did, loads of people started flooding the ground, and
he became afraid of people recognizing him. he
pulled the hood further up but made sure to keep his
eyes on the stage. but it just got worse from there.
he could’ve swore the ENTIRE neighborhood was
flooded with people; 3x the crowd that Veneer and
Velvet get. Veneer began to over think.
‘Vel wouldn’t be happy about this…’ he thought to
himself, and he was about to leave again, when all
the lights on stage went off. people began cheering
and screaming as the sound of footsteps tapped on
the stage. the lights came back on, and Veneer seen
a tall lady standing at the front of the stage in a suit
holding a microphone
“you’ve all been waiting long enough! please welcome our loved, F/S/N L/S/N to the stage!”
more cheering commenced and Veneer was getting
confused. he certainly didn’t know that name. that
was until the lady left the stage and someone else
took the lead behind her.
Veneer froze.
“oh my god.” he said out loud. you appeared at the
front of the stage, backup dancers behind you. you
posed with confidence and gazed the crowd like you
owned it. he stood and stared like that’s what he was
born to do.
it was a magnificent performance.
As much as he adored Velvet and everything
she did was better than what anyone else
could do, he couldn’t say the same thing
right now.
he gazed and was lost in a trance; at the
way you danced, sung like you were holding
in a voice of gold since you were born and
controlled the audience with every striking
belt. this was probably the best show
Veneer has ever seen, and his heart
squeezed, wondering how this girl he swore
he knew ended up being someone
completely different.
after your performance, Veneer felt as if something
apart of him bloomed. that was all he needed to see
to feel complete. his supposedly normal assistant
was actually a pop star that he casually never knew
about ?
he wanted to go see you. he wanted to run backstage
and ask a million questions, but he knew he couldn’t.
not right now. instead, he ran off somewhere where
people weren’t and pulled out his phone and dialled
Velvet. she picked up after a few rings.
“what Veneer.”
“hi sis, uhm, were you AWARE that y/n, our
ASSISTANT, is a pop star???”
there was silence.
“…what the hell are you talking about? also where are
you??”
“listen, vel, i….i followed y/n here. i was curious of
her outside life and i accidentally discovered that
she’s super famous , and i kid you not that she’s
almost as famous as WE ARE. i’m bringing you here
tomorrow.”
“uhm. sure.” she sounded unsure.
“okay. i’m coming home.” he hung up and looked at
the stage one last time before leaving.
the next day…
after a long day of Veneer struggling to hide the face
that he knew about your “secret” , the time finally
came for Veneer to bring Velvet to your show. he
stood anxiously in their dressing room, picking at his
hands and clearing his throat repetitively. Velvet
noticed this as she was packing her things.
“uhm, what’s up with that? you’re the one that
wanted to bring me to her in the first place.” she
questioned, putting a hand on her hip as she
examined her brothers anxious gestures.
Veneer looked at her and suddenly stopped, running
his fingers through his hair.
“i-i don’t know what you’re talking about. let’s go?”
he tried to change the conversation. Velvet would’ve
protested but she kind of wanted to get this over
with, but of course she had to throw in a remark.
“you like her.”
Veneers heart pumped furiously as the thought was
put in his head.
“no. well.. no! velvet.” he became embarrassed by her
comment and suddenly wanted to disappear. she
laughed.
“you’re really bad at hiding your feelings. i’m your
sister, i would know.” she smirked and opened the
door. “move it.”
he shook his head and went out the door, Velvet
closing it behind him.
Veneer guided his sister to the underground tunnel-
ish place and she grimaced with her voice.
“oh my god, it’s like, damp in here. ew.” she
complained, pulling at the sweater that she wore.
Veneer wasn’t really listening. he was eagerly looking
around, wondering if he would spot you out and
about, hoping to have a conversation before you
performed.
they made themselves to the pit of the arena,
ushering off to the side so people wouldn’t look at them.
“it’s off putting that no one has noticed us yet.
almost upsetting,” Velvet said.
“maybe it’s the fact we don’t have three tubs of gel in
our hair right now?” Veneer replied, not meaning to
sound like a hard-ass but coming off as it anyway.
Velvet scoffed. “shut it.”
that’s when the people started flooding in, and
Velvets face went shocked.
“holy shit,” she whispered , looking around
frantically.
“there’s no way this is for y/n. she has ten times more
people than we do! ugh!” she became upset and
veneer blew air in his cheeks.
“that’s..what i told you.” he whispered to himself and
looked to the stage.
when the hundreds of people finally stopped coming,
Veneer knew this was the time. he could barely wait.
he was basically shaking in his boots, eager to see
you. to see you dance and steal the shine of the
stars. he couldn’t help but see you as the moon.
then, the lights went off,and Veneer nearly shrieked.
he felt like a fanboy to his own assistant; and he
didn’t know how to feel about that.
the announcer came on again, and that’s when the
lights came back on and he could see you, there,
with a gorgeous outfit and stunning makeup that
made you seem intimidating. he could’ve cried at
how beautiful you were, his heart throbbed in his
chest as he just wanted to climb on stage and join
you; steal your own show but make you the main
attraction.
Veneer was getting caught up with his thoughts the
entire performance, and the look on his sister’s face
was priceless. he couldn’t really tell if it was jealousy,
admiration or a combination of both. but in this
moment, he didn’t care what she thought , all he
wanted to do was watch and admire you.
there was a split moment when you were near the
edge of the stage, singing effortlessly like you always
do, and made direct eye contact with veneer.
the whole world stopped for both of you. Veneer was
lost in your eyes, you were clueless of why he was
here, but that butterfly feeling started in the pit of
your chest. you kept singing , didn’t miss a single
word, and carried on.
Veneer felt his face flush as he continued to stare like
a fool.
after another ground breaking performance, the
applause roared across the entire plot and you gave a
bow, giving Veneer a final look and thanking
everyone in your mic. heading backstage , Veneer
held the urge to run back as well, but he looked to
Velvet.
she was already looking at him, and her expression
was…soft.
“go, Ven.” she said, motioning her head towards the
backstage entrance.
he smiled at her. “thank you vel.”
he ran to the backstage, being able to sneak past the
guards and past the red curtains.
he stopped to look around and saw you stepping off
the stage stairs. you looked at each other.
‘she’s so beautiful in the dark.’ he thought to
himself, walking towards you and your mouth parted.
“veneer,” you started, trying to get words out of your
mouth while shaking your head. “you..you knew?
how? you brought velvet ?? why…why?” so many
thoughts came blurting out and Veneer took your
hand.
“i always knew. i knew you pursued something,
you’re the type of girl to do that.” he looked at you
with kind eyes, and you swallowed with a dry mouth.
“i..” you stopped, taking a deep breath, looking away
and looking back. “thank you, for showing up. that meant more than you really know. i didn’t tell in fear of trying to out run you and Vel. i’m sorry,” you explained, a slight panic in your voice, but Veneer sealed your worries with a gentle kiss to your hand.
“let me support you y/n. i want this for both of us.”
his words had an effect on your heart and you smiled
warmly. you brought his and your hand to your heart.
“ yeah. just you and me. oh, well, Velvet too.” both of
you shared a laugh.
FLASH
a bright light came from the backstage entrance ,
and paparazzi and kid ritz stood there with shocked
expressions on their faces.
“oh.” you both said in unison.
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a/n: AHHH IDK IF THIS WAS TOO LONG OR NOT IM CHARACTER FOR VENEER HELP 😞 i apologize if this sucks lol but i had fun making it 💗 tysm for the support lately i love all of you + my dms are always open if any of u need a friend ! requests are open always unless said otherwise <3
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yeonhours · 4 months
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GENRE fluff <3 i miss writing fluff content
WARNINGS none
REQUESTED nope but soft hours are open :)
BELLA'S NOTE 4 U ! guess who's back !! man i missed writing sm i'll continue writing again and i'm trying to get back into a routine
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SOOBIN .......
Someone authoritative and can take the lead role in the relationship  
As he himself has said that he doesn’t like to take lead in relationships on national television for god’s sake lmaoo . 
I have been over this a million times but since he is the leader he is expected to carry out so many responsibilities. 
He’s always looking out for his members , trying is hardest in whatever he does so he’d definitely be attracted to someone who can look after him 
He wants nothing but someone to hold him, play with his hair , feed him and check up on him frequently 
soobin is so cute when it comes to bf responsibilites i can promise you that he'll be the best you've ever had
hes your comfort person cuddling with him is like your therapy session at this point
very proud of you too, he's gonna somehow bring up your name atleast once a day
Soobin secretly adores you when you baby talk to him . Do it in front of the members he’d act like he is embarrassed by the entire situation but the moment he’s in the comfort of his room or a private space , it’s a different story 
He’d nuzzle into you when you coo at him , would smush his cheek against your palm when you talk sweetly to him , like he is a baby 
Soobin deserves the entire world , he’s literally the most cutest boy ever ! 
He goes crazy for a confident s/o , he literally looks at you with heart eyes if you dont take shit from people 
YEONJUN........
Yeonjun, according to me would only be attracted to someone who gives out the same energy as him 
I feel like he would be attracted to people who have the same standpoint in certain issues as him ?
plus it's a big no for him when they're very insecure with themselves and seek validation like all the time
He'd want a s/o who knows their worth and who does not constantly look out for validation from people around them
most likely to take a liking on people who do not take a shit from others and are confident and outgoing
also sometimes he needs them to be there for him too, he believes its a two way thing
The feeling of someone caring about him always makes butterflies swarm his stomach, he is so grateful for it. 
would be your biggest hype man on god he literally worships the ground u walk on
your bestie, your boyfie, a mother whos always dotting on you, your fashion influencer, your hype man
BEOMGYU.......
Beomgyu , my cute little bear he deserves the entire world and i’m ready to fight anyone who wants to disagree with me 
You know the saying that goes every extroverted person needs a introverted s/o and the same goes for beomgyu 
He loves if his s/o is shy , introverted and most often keeps it to themselves 
He loves being the only person to know the real you 
He would protect you under all costs , you are his everything and nothing shall ever harm you when beomgyu is there 
Always cooks for you , and makes sure you are eating well and not skipping any meals 
Makes hours long playlist and sends them to you , it is in some sort of way his love language 
He doesn't mind a less shy or an insecure s/o because what else his job ? he’s your bf and this is his primary duty , to be your best hype man
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hmm i think denying will’s jealousy in both st3 and st4 is erasing an important part abt his love for mike and who he is, esp with how it’s different both seasons. because it’s often associated with homophobes trying to act like will was evil for being jealous and a little upset w/ his friends, so it’s dismissed overall but like. okay. ignore them for once. in season three, it’s still a more childish thing—which yea ofc it is. he’s a kid. he wants to cherish that time and his friends. he feels left behind (he IS left behind) but this is also the first time he sees mike with someone else, somewhat of the way he was with will. and it isn’t like will was planning on making mike his boyfriend, but he assumed they’d just stay closer than everyone forever. he wants them to love each other but he wasn’t expecting some love declaration, it would just be their thing. and that’s another part of what upsets him—besides him feeling so invisible and stuck in the past, he’s mad because he expected so much. hence him calling himself stupid while looking at that picture. it was almost like it was foolish for him to even feel jealous, for him to want to be noticed again. i wouldn’t necessarily call it selfish because that isn’t will, but it isn’t like it is in season four. it’s not as resigned. and it comes from a place of sadness and anger and so much fucking hope that it’s embarrassing for him. but then in season four, he really only gets annoyed that day at rink o mania, specifically that talk with el while mike gets his socks. this is also right after that wack airport hug, so he’s upset with both mike AND el. and guess what? the jealousy is more of an i’m disappointed and i’m upset and i can’t believe this is what’s happening when it was supposed to be good. like how it was in the summer. and then other times when he seems to be jealous (mike walking up to give el her eggos), it’s quiet, it’s less obvious, it’s more yearning. even when el’s brought up in a lot of conversations, he doesn’t get mad. if it was st3, he would’ve rolled his eyes, he wouldn’t have wanted to engage in the conversation. he’s tired and he’s trying to grow up. and then again right before the byers brother™️ talk, he’s looking over at mike and el and again, it’s that quietness, that sadness, that loneliness. literal hours after he lies about the painting and resigns himself to a life of this silence, this secret. he’s exhausted and just doesn’t expect things to ever be the same. it’s still jealousy, nonetheless. the script confirms it, yes, but it’s not even that hard to realize. people just do it wrong. and jealousy isn’t always bitter or angry, will rarely is. it stems from this love he’s had since he can remember and this pathetic-ness he’s felt many times, but never because of mike. until things change (ahem. one summer can change everything or whatever it was) and mike was the one aspect of his life he didn’t expect to change!!! the contrast between his st3 jealousy and st4 jealousy is so insane and tragic but beautiful because you know he loves mike so much but he doesn’t want to fight for him or with him.
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