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whatitshouldvebeen · 1 month

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Imagine making the decision to stay alive by pretending to be into Johnny (because he's cocky and a narcissist which you clock the moment you hear him open his mouth) only it backfires because you actually start to fall for him in a twisted way

Johnny's Kitten

Summary: You'd been waiting so long to die you had time to formulate a plan to keep yourself alive.

Word count: 838

Warnings: Stockholm syndrome-esque in which you think you're playing him buuuuut he is pretty cute....

You and your friends were caught over a week ago, and slowly, you've heard each of them being collected from the adjacent basement rooms, never to be heard from again. Now, it's down to you. As you sit on the floor with a chain collar around your neck, you have nothing else to do but wait to die.

One thing you managed to glean from hearing the man who calls himself Johnny come to collect your friends was just how cocky he is. He would brag about how easy it was to capture you and your friends who had been swimming at the nearby lake. When your best friend John tried to fight back, the man actually seemed to grow excited, killing John on the spot and laughing about it.

He's clearly a lunatic, and a massive narcissist.

And you know exactly what to do to survive.

Johnny only ever came to collect people for slaughter, so you knew once he opened your door that your time had come.

Instead of panicking, you smiled, your eyes roving over his muscular body, stopping on his dark brown eyes beneath a head of slicked-back black hair.

Johnny stopped in the doorway and looked at you curiously. “Whatcha smilin’ about?”

“Oh,” you said, acting like you didn't know you had been. “I guess I didn't expect you to be so handsome.”

He cocked his head, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “What?”

“Well, obviously you're tough and strong. I heard how you handled the others. But I didn't think you'd be so good looking,” you responded. You considered twirling your hair before stopping yourself. No need to be too ridiculous—he's eating this up.

“Always happy to surprise. But honestly,” he said, walking closer to you, “when I grabbed you from where you'd been laying out in the sun and you screamed… that's my favorite kind of surprise.”

He expected to intimidate you, and you knew it, so you laughed. “Yeah, that was pretty surprising. But if I can be honest too…” you leaned in as far as the chain would let you, “I always wanted to be kidnapped. Is that weird?”

“Now I ain't never heard that one before,” Johnny said as genuine confusion mixed with interest crossed his handsome features. “Why's that?”

“Isn't there something romantic about someone capturing you, taking care of you, becoming the only way you ever experience another human being? And it sure as hell beats going to work and paying taxes.”

Johnny snorted, then knelt in front of you, one arm resting on his bent knee, his bowie knife dangling idly between his fingers.

“You're a peculiar one.” He smiled wickedly. “And what do you think about the fact I'm gonna chop you up into pieces and eat you?”

You paused, then returned his smile. “I think that sounds romantic. I'd be a part of you, then.”

Johnny barked a laugh. “Damn, you're full of surprises.” He sets the tip of his bowie knife under your chin. “You really think I’m handsome?”

You wanted to nod, but decided against moving your head with a blade so close. “Yeah, I do.”

He leaned in and kissed you, then, moving the knife to your clavicle. And you returned his kiss, with fervor. So much fervor that he used his free hand to grip the back of your hair, doing as close to devouring you as possible without literally doing so.

And a small part of you ignited. You realized you weren't just pretending to survive.

Some part of you actually, truly did like him. This. The feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth. The teeth used to chew up your friends tugged at your lower lip, and you moaned.

Damn it, you really liked this. You didn't even notice when he put the knife back in its sheath.

“You weren't kidding, sugar,” he said with a breathless laugh. When he pulled back, you chased his lips to the end of your chain, and a flash of what you thought might be affection glinted in his eyes.

“You sure look cute tugging on your lead like a little starved kitten,” he said, using his free hand to stroke your hair. “I think I might have a use for you still.”

“Yeah?” You asked, though you've already realized you're ready to accept whatever that use is.

“Come on, kitten. Be quiet so the others don’t hear.” He unlocked your chain and wrapped it around his fist. You followed him on your hands and knees obediently out of the room, not making a peep. He led you out of the basement through a cellar door, and the sun-baked dirt was so hot it singed, but you kept crawling until he took you to the wooden door of an old shack with a cow skull over it.

“Welcome home, kitten,” he said as he opened the door to your new cell—one, you realized, you wanted all along.

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yunacoeur · 1 year

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yellow tulips - sung hanbin

a/n: while i’m not hanbin biased, no one else felt right for this concept. also the day i stop doing college aus is the day i die so i’m sorry!! thank u for being here <33

word count: 4k

zb1 | sung hanbin, fluff, then angst, then fluffy ending, college au, bet au (‘i bet you can’t make him fall in love with you’ kinda concept), reader is a meanie, hanbin did nothing wrong, tw: calculus

–

it’s weird to use the term ‘heartbreaker’ post-high school because it felt like such a childish term. a heartbreaker is normally some 16-year-old who doesn’t know how to treat others and cheats on their partners, acting like it’s cool to be a dickhead. in the best case scenarios, people grow out of being players and move on with their lives.

this wasn’t the best case scenario. “something about him just makes me so mad, you know?” you whine to your friends. you say, “he’s so arrogant and full of himself. he thinks he’s all that. he’s such a narcissist.” you think about all the little things that set you off about sung hanbin. his attitude. his audacity. his stupidly attractive voice. everything about him just pisses you off, but he’s just so naturally likable that no one else seems to share your opinion.

and that’s what sucks. sung hanbin is a heartbreaker. the amount of people who have their horror stories of falling for hanbin, him leading them on for a few weeks, and being cruelly rejected is astonishing.

that leads you to tonight. a couple of buddies and a couple of drinks later and your friends think it’s the idea of the century to play truth or dare. you pick truth a couple of times, spill some inner secrets you don’t actually care about, but then your friends say you can only pick truth so many times before you have to pick dare. so you pick dare. and your friends give you something dumb and easy. text an ex that you miss them.

but you’re a bit more daring than that, asking for something bigger and harder. maybe even a challenge. it’s probably the alcohol, but maybe it's also the competitive streak you can’t let go of. a friend suggests that you text hanbin, the sung hanbin, that you miss him, as if you guys knew each other (you’ve never talked to this man in your life).

another says that might not be enough to satisfy your requirements for ‘harder’, so they bump it up to ‘ask hanbin out on a date’. and the first one says, ‘well why stop there, might as well challenge them to make hanbin fall in love for real’. and they both look at you, you shrug (again the confidence probably being from the alcohol), and you tell them.

“fine. lay out the conditions.”

“you have two months. no- one month. so until june 1st to get hanbin to confess his feelings for you,” one says, “and no trying to get him to go along with your challenge. he has to genuinely be confessing his feelings.”

“what’s my prize if i can do it?” you ask. might as well get something out of a task so difficult if you can pull it off.

“...bragging rights?” they say, and you suppose there’s no greater prize.

your mission: make sung hanbin fall in love with you.

rules:

1. don’t fall in love with him.

2. once he admits to having feelings, immediately leave. don’t continue the mission any longer.

3. you have one month to do the impossible.

—

“i didn’t even know i had hanbin’s number in my phone if i’m real with you,” you tell your friend, “oh my god i have texted him before. and it was for calculus notes. what do i even say to him?”

your friend thinks for a second, “well, try to like subtly reintroduce yourself and ask him if he can help you study.”

“study what? calculus?” you raise an eyebrow. you had a nearly perfect grade in calc, and playing dumb did not seem like the move you wanted to make.

“sure! say you haven’t gotten the last couple sets of notes and are really lost. he’ll take pity on you and help you! then you can be like ‘well i have to repay you for helping me so let me take you out for coffee’! it’s foolproof!” you friend comes up with excitedly. as dumb as the plan sounds, it might just work. it’s, at the very least, a way to get your foot in the door.

you text him and ask him for help. he doesn’t respond right away, maybe 20 minutes later. he says sure, anything for a friend, with a smiley face. at least it won’t be insufferable to play dumb. besides, he already considers you a friend, so that’s a good start.

—

“can you tell me which sets of notes you missed?” he asks as you sit down in the library at one open table.

“yeah, it must have been 4.4 and 4.5. i was in class today when we were doing 4.6 and i just feel so lost,” you say. you had to rip your previous notes out of your notebook and not take very good notes today, pretending to be lost even though it was very clear what was going on.

“that's okay! here, look at my notes, and i’ll walk you through some problems!” he says with a smile. despite his reputation, he’s really pleasant to talk to and interact with.

he helps you through the practice problems and basically reteaches you everything you already know. he’s very thorough in how he explains every little thing, and his manniserisms when teaching stick out cutely. he gets really excited when you (pretend to) finally get a concept and he makes cute and dramatic little faces at random points. even though all the content already made sense before, the way he explained it could have made sense to a toddler. that’s how knowledgable he presents himself.

as you get through all the work, and it’s been about an hour and a half, it feels wrong to hold him here any longer, so you proceed with the line you had practiced in the bathroom mirror.

“hey, thank you so much again for helping me,” you tell him as he looks up at you. he makes the perfect amount of eye contact, too, not too much but enough to make you feel like you have all his attention. no wonder so many people fall for him.

he grins sweetly, “you don’t have to thank me!”

“but i really do want to pay you back for being so kind to me and helping me out. are you free to get coffee tomorrow? it’s on me,” you say, smiling back at him. he looks a little surprised, almost shocked for a second, before regaining his composure.

“you don’t have to do that-”

“but i want to!”

“okay, okay! if you’re so insistent…” he chuckles, “i guess i can’t say no. but i will be ordering the most obnoxiously expensive drink on the menu.”

you laugh back at him, if not because he’s so clearly going to order the cheapest thing he can find. you bet he won’t have it in him to even ask for a medium, “my wallet can handle it,” you say.

he shakes his head fondly, “okay, moneybags. i’ll see you tomorrow then.”

—

“i think i just want a small iced americano,” he asks you as you’re the next ones up in line. you internally giggle because of course you were right.

“really? thats the ‘obnoxiously expensive’ drink you were talking about?” you joke with him. all he does is laugh light-heartedly, like his soul is full of good intentions. there’s a little thought forming in the back of your head wondering if that’s really true, or if his reputation is only thus so because he was so good at fooling people.

“i don’t really want anything else,” he says as he looks at the menu board. you decide not to fight him on it.

as you two go up to order, his iced americano and your drink as well, you get into a conversation with the barista about something small. something about the weather changing so fast and how hot it already is. before you even know it, the barista is telling you to have a good day and stay safe in the heat. you look down at the card reader to see it just says ‘welcome’ and you haven’t even paid yet. you look over at hanbin as he’s putting his wallet away, and it dawns on you.

“why did you do that? i was supposed to pay! for yesterday, remember?” you tell him, and he laughs in the most endearing way.

“i wanted to, is that so wrong?” he asks, and you scramble to tell him no, of course it’s not wrong, persay, but you wanted to as well, “well, if you want to pay next time, you have to beat me.”

next time, huh?

as you two wait for your coffees, and even after you get them, you just sit there, chatting with him about anything and everything. you tell him about your hobbies and passions, and he tells you about his love for dancing, showing you videos in his studio. he is an incredible dancer. he tells you his major and his carrer goals, and you tell him about your current job and where you’re trying to go in life. he tells you he wears glasses sometimes and you tell him your favorite flowers are yellow tulips.

and suddenly it felt like you knew sung hanbin. it was weird to see him in such a different light.

—

next time ended up turning into almost daily dates. coffee, tea, walks in the park, getting lunch, seeing movies, studying for calculus (you did better than him on the test, but you lied anyway), and going shopping. anything you wanted or needed to do, he was there to accompany you for. it was like having a buddy for anything life threw at you. weeks went by. you saw him, at the very least, every other day.

and somewhere along the line, at some unspecified point, or maybe just gradually, you forgot the mission was to make him fall in love with you. it was so much easier to just let him make you fall in love.

which was the unintended, but foreseeable consequence of this kind of bet. looking back on it now, how you ever thought you could get him to have feelings for you without developing feelings for him was beyond dumb. he was nothing like his reputation, and you should have taken that as the red flag it was and escaped.

he’s pretty and charming and polite and kind and nothing like the narcissist you thought he was.

somewhere along the line, you fell for sung hanbin.

—

“hey, could we talk after class today?” he says, over the phone. he didn’t mean to call you so suddenly, but he knew there would be no way he didn’t chicken out if he didn’t call.

“yeah, for sure. do you wanna meet up?” you ask him.

“yeah, in-person is better. thank you,” he says, “can you do 4? i’ll meet you outside the cafe if that’s good with you.”

“got it. i’ll see you then, bin,” you say, slipping in a nickname, knowing that makes his knees weak. it was so easy to make him flustered. you'd bet his ears were turning red at that moment.

—

when you meet up, he has flowers. the same flowers you told him you liked when you got coffee that first time. he remembered. maybe that day was the real first date, and he just didn’t really think about it like that until now.

he looks at you like you’re the prettiest person in the world, beyond the beauty of anyone else. his eyes are sparkling and he’s smiling that same endearing smile and it’s like he’s a teenager in love again. he still feels so giddy.

he starts, holding the flowers close to him, like he’s giving you a piece of his soul, “i just wanted to say that it’s been really nice getting to know you these past few weeks. i know that feels like such little time, but we’ve already spent so much time together that i feel like i already know you so well. i’m so endeared by all your little habits and your personality and everything about you.

“i… have feelings for you. and it’s okay if you’re not ready because it’s only been a short amount of time, or if you’re not into me at all, that’s also totally okay! i just wanted to tell you and, if you want, i’d like something serious with you.

“and these are for you,” he says as he holds the flowers, “they’re yellow tulips, just like what you told me you liked. they’re so pretty, just like you. and so delicate and beautiful and- sorry, i’m just rambling at this point,” he laughs at himself, “i know a lot of people think a certain way about me, and that’s okay. i’m not going around breaking hearts, i just… no one makes me feel like you do.”

it’s hard to respond in the moment, but it’s safe to say you forget the bet, the intentions, everything, and only think about your feelings.

so he responds for you, “oh my god, i just can’t stop talking about it, i just like you so much. it’s so nice to have off my chest,” he smiles, before looking at you with precious eyes, handing off the flowers to be in your care, “do you... feel something similar for me?” he asks, a little more confident before as you fondly gaze at him, it’s like reassurance.

and you just laugh, holding the yellow tulips, “yeah, i have something i want to say to you,” you smile as he smiles at what you say, and for just a second you’re two young lovers smiling happily with flowers and the sunset in the background. it’s so scenic.

“i like you too, hanbin.”

and, for one, brief moment, everything is perfect.

—

and then it all comes crashing down. it’s the next day. you had hours of perfect happiness before someone had to open their mouth.

“your friend told me,” he calls out to you in the hall, and you turn around to look at him, confused. your smile upon hearing his lovely voice fades. his face doesn’t have that usual brightness to it, like something was weighing on him.

“hanbin? what’s wrong?”

“your friend, taerae, told me about me and you, that night that you played truth or dare,” he says. he doesn’t sound like rage, he sounds like suspicion. like he’s still debating in his head whether or not he wants to believe taerae. of course it had to be taerae to let it slip. the guilt would eat him alive.

you didn’t even tell the rest of the friend group that he had confessed. you had only told taerae, and it was because you were excited about mutual feelings between you and hanbin, forgetting the bet for a second. taerae probably didn’t even do it intentionally, it must have just slipped.

“what did he tell you?”

“no, don’t try to- just tell me… what happened that night. why did you text me? why did you ask me to get coffee? what was the reason for all of it?”

so you told him. he had the right to know. even if it ruined everything so fast. it had been merely hours, not even a full 24, before it came crashing down. it only hits you when you say it out loud how cruel of a bet it really was.

“so you just-” he trails off, this incredulous look on his face. there’s so much tension in the air as it all hits him what’s been happening this whole time, “you manipulated me and tried to get close to me just so i’d get feelings for you? you’re telling me this was intentional?” his voice is getting shaky, and his hands are starting to tremble.

“yes, hanbin…i wanted to make you fall in love with me,” you say back, trying hard to remain calm. he’s searching your eyes for something you don’t know for sure is in there, “at the time, i didn’t have feelings for you. and, yes, i did it intentionally.”

“i don’t understand, even if i wronged you in some way, what would be the point?” he asks. it’s sad because hanbin had never wronged you. and he assumed he had.

“i-” you start, but he cuts you off. if this was a normal conversation, you’d be surprised that hanbin was doing something ‘rude’ like cutting someone off when speaking.

“was it a prank or something?” he asks, now you can really hear it in his voice. you can see it in his eyes now. he’s containing his feelings well giving the situation, but little flames of anger are poking through, “was that all i was?”

and then it hits you just how wrong it all was. hanbin was never out to get you, he was never rude, never condescending or narcissistic like you thought. his reputation as a player and a heartbreaker was a lie, a facade he never chose to maintain. all those people he rejected came onto him and he never once led them on.

“that’s not how it is anymore, but if that's what you want me to admit to, then yes. it was a bet. i told my friends i could make you fall in love with me.”

he scoffs because it’s so unbelievable, but is silent a moment before speaking, “what does ‘anymore’ mean?” he asks.

and there it is. you might as well come clean, “i didn’t like you… back then,” you admit. it takes him a second to realize, “yeah. and so i stopped actively trying to make you fall in love. i just wanted to spend time with you.” there’s so many thoughts left out. i wanted to fall in love with you because you felt so safe. i wanted to fall in love with you because you never wanted anything from me, never asked me for anything but my time. i wanted to fall in love with you because i knew you were falling for the real, genuine me. not some act. something like that.

“ah, i see,” he says awkwardly. even in all the confusion and intense emotions, he’s still himself, “i think… i’ll need some time to think this all over. i hope you can understand.”

you nod, “yeah, of course. just… let me know when you’re ready. and i’m sorry, if it means anything. i didn’t mean for this to happen.”

and you have to let him walk away.

–

hanbin steps into the cafe with his friends right in front of him, them conversing about a new drama on netflix or the new music they’re liking lately. he’s answering when spoken to, but not adding much input of his own, kind of lost in his own world.

he orders a small iced americano. part of him gears up to say the name of another drink, but he doesn’t even like that drink. he doesn’t know why it’s still on the tip of his tongue, like it’s muscle memory to say it.

he sits at the table with his friends, letting them drive the conversation while he stares out the window of the passenger seat. he has this revelation for the first time that, even as an extrovert, sometimes you can be the lonliest you’ve ever been while surrounded by people you love and care about. he normally feels good in the company of his friends, but there’s still that one person on his mind. he doesn’t give mind to the conversation his friends are having, excitedly chatting.

instead, he finds comfort in replaying the conversations he had with that person in his head. he thinks about all the pretty moments, like when he confessed. at least he can be grateful that moment wasn't ruined until later. he’d never been that happy in his entire life like when he heard them say they liked him too.

and even though his brain still wants to harbor all this anger and sadness, his heart keeps going back to the yellow tulips, to the beautiful person that made his heart jump out of his chest.

and when there’s no one else to call, of course he came running back to you.

—

it’s 2am, and he knew if anyone would come running, it would be you.

“i’m still really upset at you,” he murmurs, shivering as he takes a bite out of the gas station snack he picked out. maybe he was just lonely and it was 2am and he wouldn’t feel bad about using you to make himself feel better when you used him as a trophy. still, it doesn’t feel like he’s doing it just to solve his existential loneliness. you were his first thought, and the only person he asked. he thinks it always had to be you.

he’s apologetic for having woken you up, especially when he sees how tired you look. if it would have consoled you at all, he would tell you how cute you looked right now, tiredly holding the drink (that he paid for. you haven’t even gotten one chance to pay this whole time you had gotten close to him, just too slow, he says). he doesn’t feel like it’s a good time, but you’ve never been this cute to him, and he’s starting to think he can get over what happened if you stay this cute a little while longer.

“i know. it’s okay, you should be,” you say back to him, sipping your slushee with a frown, “i missed you, bin.”

and that’s when he cracks. he missed you too.

“can you come here?” he asks, and you perk your head up, coming closer to him, assuming maybe he wants to tell you something in private (but away from the poor 7/11 worker? who else is around?).

he has nothing to say, though. instead, he pulls you closer and holds you against him, hugging you tightly. your head rests on his shoulder as he adjusts his grip, “i’m still mad.” he says again. you tug on his jacket as your arms wrap around his waist.

because it’s not like you were still faking it. you know it, and he can tell. your smiles are honest and your laughs are genuine. he’s sure that you have genuine feelings for him. so maybe he can look past being played if you’re always this cute.

“i’m sorry,” you say. he thinks you’re doing it on purpose, acting cute so he’ll forgive you quickly. it might be working.

he chuckles, and you feel the vibrations from his chest, “i know. just give me some time to get over it. i still like you, whether or not you’re a meanie.”

—

and somewhere out there, taerae is blowing up your phone, frantically apologizing for letting the truth slip to hanbin. scratch whatever happened before, that guilt would have eaten taerae alive. you’ll tell him it’s okay in the morning.

it was supposed to happen anyway, it’s not like you were gonna hold in the truth forever. maybe you should have just offered to text your ex that you miss them that one night with your friends, but then you never would have met hanbin.

not literally, you met him months ago. you would see him in class and pass by him on campus, you’d give him a polite smile and he’d do the same, and you’d remember his existence even after you graduated as the ‘heartbreaker’, but you never would have gotten the chance to really see him. to watch the way his cheek dimples came out when he laughed, or to understand just how giving and selfless he was.

you never would have had the chance to see his soul laid out amongst the yellow tulips just for you.

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kyinpeachichu · 2 years

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Genshin boys reacting to being called "handsome" headcanons

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🦅Diluc🦅

Shook.

But not "the earth shook" kind of shook, just... surprised.

It was probably just a slip of the tongue or an innocent remark that didn't mean anything.

His back was turned and he wasn't paying attention, but as soon as you talked about him and called him handsome, that spiked his interest.

He didn't say anything.

He refused to even let you know he aknowledged it.

But he was tempted to say "say it again."

He was left over thinking things when he got home that day.

❄Kaeya❄

"Oh? Really now, Is that what you think of me Traveler? I must say you certainly know your tastes."

A flirt.

The second he heard a backhanded compliment from you he couldn't get enough of it.

His sly-ass was trying to get you to say it again and fish for other compliments. Saying stuff like:

"Tell me again traveler, I didn't hear you the first time."

"I never thought you'd view me as an unattractive person." / ("What? I didn't say anything like that, I called you handsome dont you remember?")

"What other things do you think of me Traveller?"

Eating up attention

He loves it

🌊Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax🌊

"Huh? Come again Traveller?"

Oh he heard you, he just couldn't believe that it came from your mouth.

Respectfully you repeated the sentence: "Hm? I said 'Yeah, he's a handsome guy' "

Paimon had asked you about the good looking people you've met along the road and she talked about Childe.

His eyes widened and his mouth hung ajar.

For a second

After being surprised he started going on a playful narcissistic spree

"Hahahaha! Well Traveler, you certainly have an honest eye. You're really lucky to have met someone as handsome as me!"

He's calling himself handsome more than you did, emphasizing the word each time he said it.

It got annoying real fast

Buuttt nontheless his heart was leaping for joy.

☄ Zhongli ☄

He was quite surprised to say the least.

"Hahahah, Thank you Traveller. I must say, you're quite the handsome/beautiful fellow yourself Traveller."

He was flattered returned the compliment

Either you went "aw thanks.", or you're flustred mess.

But that was pretty much it for him

He was happy with your remark and returned the favor.

A respectful old man.

😾 Xiao 😾

"What?"

He said that like he was offended, glaring at you.

You weren't watching your words and it slipped out.

Nervously you repeated because his eyes looked like they demanded that you did.

"U-uhh.... I said you were handsome?"

His glare calmed down and so did the atmosphere.

He turned away with a "Hmph! You have no respect for the adpti!" / "I'm sorry Xiao."

But in actuallity he's flustered and his face is a lil pink.

No one's ever called him that before.

So he didn't know what the butterflies in his tummy were for.

🍁 Kazuha 🍁

He stopped to stare at you for a second.

His gaze saying "What was that?"

"Um, Kazuha? Are you ok?" / "Oh uh, *ahem* yes, I apologize for staring Traveller."

Hw turned away with his hand over his mouth, he can't help but keep himself from grinning.

He acted like he brushed it off to preserve the comforting atmosphere.

But really, he can't help but feel a little light inside.

He'd never imagined for you to refer to him that way.

📘Albedo📘

Similar with Kazuha, he stared at you looking all surprised.

"What is it Albedo?" You noticed him staring.

"Handsome.... that is what you called me right?" He said

"Huh? Oh yeah, I did didn't I. Sorry if that made things a little weird." / "No no, it's alright. I appreciate it."

He thanked you for the compliment and you were back to being buddies.

He is a sentient human made of chalk after all, his design wasn't exactly left much to genetics or the chance of fate. It was to the creation of his master.

Also, he viewed being called handsome to being similar to admiring a work of art.

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megbonney · 5 months

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this year has felt way too fast because i realise for 80% of it i was getting mentally rotted by men. let's do a wrapped (of the ones i haven't forgotten).

EBF: first bf for like 2 years. i cut off my best friend under his influence. tried to convince me they were grooming me. tried to convince me i wasn't genderfluid. tried to get his therapist to therapise me. tried to get me to see a therapist. dropped out of school and had virtually no ambition. i had to pretend to be straight infront of his friends. accused me of cheating on him with one of said friends. i felt like he was cheating on me with my "friend" at the time. i had no one besides him. he was attached to me like a parasite and i hated it. dumped him. couldn't handle just staying friends. also killed my self image. went celibate after. oh and he went thru my dms bc that's totally normal. cancer man. 2. RICHIE RICH: was into him during "friends" stage with EBF. met on ow but never really played together. went to a private roman catholic school. led me on. sent me music recs but they were too indie for my teen angst at the time. "friend" made me let her follow him bc she's weird. he didn't see anything wrong with it despite my discomfort. got sick of it bc he was stringing me on and blocked me for being upset. also was confused as to why i wasn't able to go shopping every wknd and didn't understand why i wanted a job bc he was privileged and had an allowance. i tried to meet up but he folded. followed me back on insta 2 or so weeks ago. we haven't spoken. goofy 3. COWORKER: met at first shift. i called him pretty bc that's the only word to rlly describe him and he told other coworkers i tried to ask him out. shorter than me. played war thunder. was really sweet at first. suddenly had coworkers asking if i'd date him. realised he was running his mouth. we watched fury and bladerunner 2077 together. began going dry after i told him i was moving. started being a dickhead. started telling coworkers i was a lesbian. i tried to sort it out but he tried to gaslight me about it. i think he quit atp. good riddance 3. NARC: 23 or 21 yr old man idk. bastion main. had a gf i didn't know abt. treated me like a gf. had an entire fake life. claimed to be a "narcissist and compulsive liar." talked abt his ex the entire time. very degrading. i found his ig and he was actually ugly af. only good thing was that he wasn't codependent. ghosted him after he went dry on me when i got my period. msged his gf and it's been like a month or two without a response. he bought me nitro tho so that was sick. 4. FURRY: was friends with him at the same time as NARC. he also knew about COWORKER because it was roughly right as we met. wanted to be a musician and twitch streamer. 19. balding. had a mommy kink but tried to make me sub. gained feelings for me. i friendzoned him. then he tried to say he was in love a week later. he was parasite #2. friends with MANCHILD. double texted all the time. gooner. cut him off. tried to create tension between fig and i. into the weirdest shit i've ever seen. objectified me. genuinely liked oliver tree. also bought me nitro. 5. MANCHILD: turned 20 like last week. had a gf. never hung out with her. spent everyday hanging out with fig and i. was too stupid so him and fig argued often. tried to make me mediate. most stressful time of yr. i bought him 2 games and he lied to his gf about where he got them from. he also lied about why he got rdr2. backseat gamed everything. whiny. asked me how many fingers i could fit on vc at 2am. also asked me if i'd ever have a 4sum with fig . is now insisting i trapped him because i told people about what happened. 6. CURRENTLY: nothing! i probs forgot some things but a funny thing to note was that i know every guy on this lists' names and most info about them. it was also hard because i wanted to keep all of them approx the same length. happy 2023 ?

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the-fearful-one · 9 months

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🎶✨ when u get this u have (the option) to put 5 songs u actually listen to. then send this ask or tag 10 of your friends/followers/just some guys you feel like if you feel like✨🎶

got tagged by @whilomm so i will gladly take this oppurtunity to rave about some of my favorite songs. they are all folk.

all of the links are spotify links

Call of the Void - Rail Yard Ghosts

Yes this song is over 14 minutes long. Even though it's one of my favorite songs of all time I wouldn't recommend listening to it right away since it's the second to last song on the album Hiraeth, which is a concept album about a group of train hoppers that find a mysterious magic book that kickstarts a bunch of weird things around them. The band (supposedly I've never been able to confirm this) actually recorded this album in a train yard! One of my favorite albums of all time

Wild Dogs: Divorce! - Jordaan Mason & The Horse Museum

Another song that's at the end of a concept album BUT you don't need to listen to the whole album to understand it, it stands on it's own pretty well. Honestly, I Could Not tell you what this album is fully about but it is very queer and about a t4t relationship with lots of Xian themes. Another one of my all-time favorite albums, I really like live-recording version they released in 2019

Transvestites Can Be Cannibals Too - Harley Poe

I'm seeing him in concert next month YIPPEE! Anyways another queer song, this time folk punk! Harley Poe has just been pumping out albums recently and I definitely enjoy them but Satan, Sex, and No Regrets is my favorite <3. I listened to this the most when I was attending my local community college and was being harassed daily by a bunch of YAFF kids :).

Big Bird - AJJ

AJJ was one of the first folk punk bands that I got into so they hold a special place in my heart. I was debating putting either this one or Small Red Boy since they both make me feel absolutely Insane but I like Knife Man as a whole more. I'm now realizing that almost all of the songs that I like have nature themes to them. oh well

Apple- The Narcissist Cookbook

Most underrated artist fr fr. I'm often on the fence about spoken word songs but Narcissist Cookbook just does it in a way that I absolutely love. Me and my gf saw them on tour this summer and I specifically made a patch about this song to show to them but I chickened out </3. PLEASE listen to their new albums they're so good and emotional

honorable mentions that i can't not talk about in some capacity: ramshackle glory, days n daze, apes of the state, and modern baseball.

i'm not going to tag anyone outright but this is completely open to all who see it! i would love to see y'alls songs and music opinions teehee.

#if you do end up doing it please tag me i want to see 👁️👁️#<- ignore the weird eye emojis.#thank you for the tag i will take any chance to talk about my favorite bands though this is so few of them #didnt even mention any fall out boy or mcr shaking my head #also if anyone actually listens to these songs or also enjoys these artists let me know!#tag game

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inadequatesilhouette · 1 year

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Drowning in grey

The worst thing is when the desperation hits. That icky, clingy, sticky desperation where you feel like you’re somebody drowning and you’re ready to push someone under just to get up. The type where you feel that, wait, I don’t feel like me anymore. It’s funny, because I’d finally reached a point where I stopped being willing to put up with being a doormat and being the one who always had to first reassure the other person and put them in a safe mind space before I could safely tell them how something they did or said hurt me. Once you do that for a long time.. well, I dunno, some people may put up with it for life, but I finally reached my boiling point. Either, I confront, head on, or it’s done. That or in another case, door slam. And phew, do I rarely doorslam. But it’s been changing for me. Getting to that age where you feel you do deserve more and where the other person should give you as much leeway as you give them. I hate conflict. Fricking loathe it. I want peace and harmony more than anything, both because I just want everyone to get along, but also because, well, trauma. The fear I derive from conflict is out of this world. I feel like I’m being annihilated. It shouldn’t be that way, not after all these years, but it is. They’re the hardest scars to heal. And finally, I got to the point where I drew a line. Several, even. And lo and behold, the other person would never put up with you drawing a boundary as you would put up with them crossing it again and again... and again. So yay, I evolved. I can draw boundaries. What’s the alternative? Cognitive darkness. Isolation. There are so few people in the world I ever connect with that I was willing to put up for over a decade of broken promises and making me feel like being their friend was a burden on them. And there’s always one re-emerging pattern I’ve noticed. Try to connect with “normal” positive people? Ha, lol. I’m a walking red flag to them. Or something. My insecurity wrecks everything from the get-go. I overanalyze what I should say, “act more casual, gerddermit!” and I fricking can’t. I can’t stop self-surveying which results in self-sabotage. And I think, well, maybe they’re an asshole anyway if they judge me so harshly for being insecure... because I don’t act mean. In fact, I find that many “normal” confident people can act quite mean and everyone else is all in awe and admiration of them. Trying to be nice? “Plz don’t bonk me” vibes ruin me every time. And I cannot for the love of me turn them off. And those who don’t mind them...? Turn out to have overwhelming narcy traits, of course. They see the insecurity and think, oh. Either I can use this person for my convenience or give ‘em a good kick once in a while when I need a boost, and they’ll still be around, begging for another kick in the future. So, if that’s the option... if being broken means you can only attract other broken people.. and not even people like yourself who don’t want conflict, who just want solid, honest, open family-like friendships, then... does it mean you DO put up with it? Do you accept that the other person’s brokenness means you’ll always be the victim of it? Or do you accept isolation. I’m sure that’s a false dichotomy, it just so hasn’t been disproven in my case. I’m heart-broken. Everyone I care about and invest in most often turn out to be narcissistic to some degree if not full-blown. I’m tired, man. I’m tired of trying and starting over. But there’s no other option.. to keep trying, even when the panic becomes so overwhelming that I feel that I must repel everyone in my vicinity. But that need to be seen.. and understood. For someone to get exactly what you mean, your quirks, your hints, your personality, someone who knows what you meant when you said a silly joke, or said a weird made-up word, and so on. Without thinking, wow, what a weirdo/freak, lol, what a loser, as most seem to do, hence why masking is a fave.. Someone who knows what encapsulates you and who knows to give you the benefit of the doubt because they know you’d never say or do A, B, or C. Just someone you could chill with, be at ease with. Share your thoughts or just useless random drivel. I just wanna feel safe, sigh. I would just like to receive what I give. It seems that everyone else just.. has a multitude of friends and.. I can’t even have one. Not really. Or I have a friend and that nagging feeling that, well, this won’t last long. I just so often wish I could give up whoever it is that I am.. just so I could be like everyone else, put my head in the sand and apparently live some happy-go-lucky life where nothing ever scratches you deeply. Instead, I’m a wandering satellite dish for all emotions and suffering around me, being drowned in an emotional information overload. Tired. I really struggle putting my thoughts into words. It’s like all scrambled up there. But.. gotta keep trying. Zz.

#Avoidant Personality Disorder #depression #loneliness #social anxiety

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mysticalrambling · 2 years

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Pregnancy Reveal(H.S)

A/N: This is a short blurb that I wrote after watching a video oh Harry interacting with a pregnant couple. I hope y’all like it and I’m open to requests. Check out my prompt list as well. Love you all!!

My Main Masterlist is here.

Harry Styles Masterlist is here.

Summary: Seeing Harry interact with a pregnant couple gave you an idea to reveal your pregnancy to him.

Warnings: fluff

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Watching him be in his own element made you swoon over your husband a little more. The way he pranced around the stage and engage so sweetly with his fans was one of the many things that you loved about him. His considerate and affectionate nature was the first thing that drew you to him like a moth to a flame. People mostly saw him as a carefree, sexy man but you also knew him as a shy, cuddly baby. His journey to discover new parts of himself were really inspiring and you were glad that you were a part of it.

Your husband was going to start one of his songs when he noticed a pregnant woman in the crowd. She was standing among her husband and some friends and looked about five months pregnant. Harry has always been very considerate towards pregnant women and has a soft spot for them in his heart. It always fascinated him when he thought about the miracle of life and the important role that woman played in it. His respect only grew for them. He immediately stops his guitar and moves towards that part of the stage.

“How y’doin’ over there?” He pointed towards the couple and you could recognise their excitement even through the masks. When they pointed at themselves, Harry screamed out a ‘yes’.

He read their poster out loud that said ‘This is the baby’s first concert!’ The smile that graced his pretty, pink lips after saying the words and you got a warm, fuzzy feeling inside your chest. You just wanted to kiss him at the moment and couldn’t wait for the concert to end. Thankfully, this was one of the last songs.

“Tha’ baby’s very lucky, ya should know tha’.” Shaking your head, you just murmured a small ‘narcissist’ under your mask.

The whole crowd laughed when the dad lowered his mask and screamed, “We know!”

“What’s t’baby’s name? If ya don’t mind me asking.” They shrugged their shoulders and shook their heads at the question.

“Is’t a girl? Please say it’s a girl!” The fans swooned over his words because who didn’t want to see Harry Styles with a baby girl. You certainly did.

“We don’t know the gender yet.” The crowd had gone really quiet so it was like Harry and the parents were having a conversation. You were thriving on all this because you remembered the times he has expressed that he wanted to be a father. It just wasn’t the right time because of his upcoming tour and other projects but now you weren’t so sure. You just had to make the time for something as important as a baby.

“If it’s a girl, fingers crossed. Name her (Y/N), please.” Everyone cheered at that and pointed at you. “Those girls ‘re God sent, swear on m’life.” You had slight tears in your eyes and blew him a kiss. He caught in in the air and pressed his hand to his heart. You were sure everyone was swooning at him.

“Anyways, congratulations! Let’s sing them Congratulations t’the theme of Happy Birthday!”

As soon as the concert ended, you went towards the couple that were waiting till the crowd diminished. Some security guards followed you because Harry didn’t want to risk anything when it came to you. You wanted to ask them if they would okay to give their sign to you because you wanted to give your beloved husband a surprise. They were happy to give it to you in exchange for some photographs. They didn’t even have to ask because you had taken one with them regardless.

Harry was still backstage with his bandmates, celebrating another successful show. He kept looking around for you because you were always there to greet him backstage so it was very weird to not see you around. He excused himself and made his way towards his dressing room. As he opened the door, he saw you standing there in the middle of the room with a sign in your hand.

When he read it, he realised it was the same sign he saw with the couple. “Wh- What is this, lovie?”

“It’s true, H. This was t’baby’s first concert.”

“Is tha’ why ya didn’t want t’wear heels today?”

“Yes!”

“Oh my God! I can’t believe this!” Lifting you off the floor, he spinned you around and then brought you into a passionate kiss. “I hope it’s a girl but I’ll b’okay with anythin’. Just want them to look like ya.”

“I’m so excited, H! I hope they have your eyes.”

“Me too, lovie. Me too. A li’l mini version of us.” He made you sit on the couch because apparently you had to rest a lot. Quickly taking a shower, he changed into his usual clothes. “Let’s go t’our hotel and properly celebrate.”

You laughed at his eagerness and replied, “Yes, please. Don’t forget the sign, H.”

“Will never forget it, lovie. Best damn day of m’life.”

Hope you guys liked it!!

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maximons · 3 years

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Uh Oh

Summary: Y/n L/n wants to get to know Wanda, a lot, but doesn’t know how. The main problem? Wanda does her best to avoid her at all costs. Y/n is at a loss, until Tony comes in with a bet that could change everything.

Word Count: 3,123

Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of angst

Requested?: Yes

A/N: Happy reading!

If there’s one word that Wanda would use to describe Y/n L/n, it’s trouble.

Annoying, narcissistic, condescending, dangerous, careless, and insensitive would be good describers too, but she thinks ‘trouble’ does the job of encapsulating all of that.

She had first met you during the whole Ultron situation, and man you got under her skin. You had super speed, just like her brother, so naturally the two of you gravitated towards each other and fought together. That friendship continued ever since then, the two of you constantly making a mess around the compound. Wanda had felt as though you stole her brother from him.

Strike one.

You were also a known womanizer. If she thought Pietro was bad, oh man you were worse. It seemed like you couldn’t even meet a cute girl without immediately trying to charm your way into their pants. Most you would succeed with, those that wouldn’t only refused because they were straight, but not before giving you an ego boost by saying if they weren’t they definitely would.

The only one you truly didn’t succeed with it seemed, was her. She knew your type, she had to deal with her brother her whole life after all. She wanted nothing to do with it.

Strike two.

And then of course...there’s your relationship with Tony Stark.

While you two weren’t biologically related, the billionaire would definitely consider you to be a little sister, just as you saw him as a big brother.

Wanda didn’t even need to know more about that, you being that close to Stark told her everything she needed to know.

Strike three.

So when everything settled down, and Wanda had officially moved to the United States to be an Avenger, she gave herself one goal.

Avoid you at all costs.

So she did. And you hated it.

“I have no idea why she hates me, man...” You mumbled as you took a seat in Tony’s lab. You were half watching him tinker with a suit, before quickly getting bored and grabbing a random gadget off the table.

“Put that down.” Tony said without even looking at you. You rolled your eyes, but obeyed. “Well, you’ve been nothing but an ass the entire time she’s known you.”

“What are you talking about? I haven’t done anything differently around her.”

Tony smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Mhm.” He hummed. Your eyes snapped up at him when you realized what he was trying to say. You groaned before getting up and speeding over to him, taking the screwdriver out of his hand. “Hey!”

“C’mon, I’m serious.”

“Why do you care if she doesn’t like you, anyway? She doesn’t like me either.”

“Yeah, well I wasn’t responsible for a building dropping on her parents heads.” Tony shot you a harsh glare at that, and you bowed your head. “Yeah, sorry. Too far.”

Luckily, the genius let it go before continuing. “Well, she doesn’t seem to like anyone, if it makes you feel better.”

“She likes Pietro.”

“He’s her twin brother.” Tony deadpanned. “And besides, even that seems to be conditional.”

You let out a load groan as you dropped the screwdriver and fell onto the bench bench behind you. Truth was, you didn’t know why Wanda not liking you bothered you so much. While most people you meet seem to take some kind of liking to you, you weren’t naïve. You knew not everyone would like you, and you were fine with that.

Wanda though...she was different. Maybe it’s because you lived together and didn’t want things to be weird, maybe it’s because she also had powers and you wanted another powered person to be close to, who knows. All you knew was that she avoided you like the plague, and it was seriously bugging you.

“What? The rejection hurting your ego a little too much?” Tony’s voice interrupted your thoughts. Your guard went back up.

“You’re one to talk.”

“Hey, I am a happily engaged man. And besides, you and Piet can go out tonight, find some other girl to sleep with.” He shrugged.

“I don’t care about sleeping with her, I’m not a pig.” You rolled your eyes. “I just want her to...I don’t know, like me.”

Tony scoffed at this. “What are you, twelve?”

“I know it sounds stupid, but it’s true, and I don’t know why. At this point, I’d just settle for just looking at me.

Tony gave you a curious look. In the years that he knew you, you were never determined to get someone’s attention like this. You were content at taking it as it came. If people liked you, great, if they didn’t, also great. Life goes on, no use wasting your energy on people you didn’t need to.

This Wanda situation took him by surprise. He had a sneaking suspicion as to why you were feeling the way you did, but he wasn’t gonna dare bring it up. He knew you. The second anything like it was even suggested, you’d throw your walls up, dig your heels in, and avoid the entire thing. You needed to figure this out on your own. You just needed some...motivation.

“Well, good luck with that.”

Your pick your head up to look at the man at this. “Huh?”

“Good luck. She doesn’t want to open up to anyone, and if she did, you’d be the last person she’d go to.

You sat up, attention completely on Tony. "What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, now offended.

Bingo.

“Y’know, you’re...you. You’re not exactly approachable.”

“Wha- I so am!” You sputtered, now standing.

“Alright then. You wanna make this interesting?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Let’s make it interesting. I bet that you can’t get witchy to have a genuine conversation with you by the end of the week. And if you somehow manage to...I’ll finally build you that suit you’ve been asking for.”

Your eyes lit up at this. You got to get close to Wanda and get your own suit? This was a win/win for you. A no brainer. You stuck your hand out. “Deal.”

Tony smirked and shook your hand. You vigorously shook it, before turning and quickly sped out of the lab, determined to get things in motion.

In your excitement, you never even thought to question why Tony would make a bet that he got nothing out of.

You didn’t even need to think twice about where you were heading next. You and Pietro had raced multiple times to the small Sokovian shop that was located about two hours out, well to normal people. To you guys it was like ten minutes.

He, understandably, loved visiting it whenever he could. So much so that you two were regulars that knew the owners well. Pietro had asked Wanda to tag along several times, but would refuse when she saw that you were coming. You always noticed the snack that Pietro brought back for her every time.

So you got a bucket load of them.

You made it back to the compound within the hour, eyes searching for a certain witch. Luckily you didn’t have to look for long, because you practically bumped into her. She looked up at you, giving you short death glare, before going to walk around you. You were fully energized and happy though, so it didn’t let you deter you.

“Wanda, wait up!”

Wanda paused. What could you possibly want? She’s made her feelings about you clear, and it seemed like you respected them, seeing as you haven’t been annoying her that much anymore. She guessed that had a time limit though. “What?”

“I...uh...” Whoa, why were you nervous? You’ve talked to a million girls before, never had an issue. Maybe it was because the person in question made it abundantly clear she didn’t like you? Yeah, that’s it.”

“I don’t have all day, Y/n.”

“Right.” You coughed awkwardly before extended your arm towards her, bag of treats in your hand. “Well, I was...out, and I passed by the Sokovian shop that Piet loves so much. I got you something.”

Wanda’s eyebrows shot up at this. She knew how far that shop was. Even with your speed, there would be no reason for you to just be ‘passing by’. But, she didn’t want to get into it with you, knowing you’d stick to the flimsy story.

For someone she tries to actively avoid, she knows you pretty well.

Hesitantly, she took the bag from your hand and peeked inside. Her jaw dropped slightly when she saw it was full of her favorite treat from home. Why would you do this? Was this your attempt to try to get her into bed again? She looked back up at you, her face hardened. “What’s this for?”

“Um...consumption, I assume.”

“No. What do you want from me? What’s the catch?”

You looked at her for a moment before letting out a nervous chuckle. You should've expected that reaction given your reputation. “No catch. Honest. Just...wanted to do something nice for you.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“Uh, yeah...” You went to scratch the back of your neck. “Look, I know I have a reputation, and I can only guess what you think of me because of that, but I’m not an asshole.” Wanda quirked an eyebrow up. “Or at least not that big of one. They’re for you, no catch. Honest.”

Wanda was about to just read your mind to see if you were lying, but stopped herself. After what she did to her now teammates, she made a vow to herself that she would never invade someone’s mind again without consent, unless she absolutely had to. Doubting a roommates intentions with a gift didn’t exactly fall into that category.

She closed the bag slowly, and looked back up at you. “Okay...thank you Y/n.”

You weren’t expecting any sign of gratitude from Wanda, but you more than welcomed it. You smiled. “Of course! And hey, those will probably last you at least two months, but if you run out of them, I can just zoom back over.” You made a zooming gesture, and the surprisingly drew a small smile out of the witch.

Uh oh.

While Wanda definitely hated you at first, and made it her mission to avoid you, she couldn’t help but watch you from afar. Yeah, you put on your façade and charmed your way into everyone's hearts and minds, but she’s seen other sides of you too. She’s seen the way you nervously shake your leg when sitting, she’s seen your more goofy side, cracking lame jokes and bad puns. She knew you tried not to let this side slip, but here you were. Doing it in front of her.

Add the sweet gesture that you just did for her, and...

Yeah, she didn’t like the feeling that suddenly appeared in her chest.

Instead of saying anything else, she nodded, and left you behind, heading to her room.

You, however, stood there with a wide smile. You were in.

The next few days went surprisingly well. While Wanda didn’t immediately welcome your presence, she wasn’t going out of her way to avoid you at all costs anymore. You caught her watching a sitcom one day, and when you expressed you never saw it before, she patted the seat beside her, silently inviting you to watch.

You went to watch sitcoms with her more and more after that, eventually sprinkling conversation in there. You started talking to her about things that have happened in your life. What happened to your parents, how you got your powers, why you’re so close with Tony. And you had to admit, that felt...good. You never really did that before.

The best part was when Wanda started to share with you too. She began laying out her past, some of which you already knew from SHIELD files but you weren’t about to bring that up, her interests, her hopes and dreams. You also started picking up on some of her quirks as well. She does this head tilt thing when she’s mad, her eyes start glowing when she gets irritated, oh and she does this cute little nose scrunch thing when she...

Wait...Uh oh.

Did you...start to like Wanda? Not friend like, but...like like? No, no, no, that wasn’t part of the plan. That wasn’t supposed to happen.

You’ve never really liked anyone like this before. You’ve been with a lot of girls, yeah, but nothing ever lasted more than a night. Maybe you’d get a repeat every now and then, but nothing special. This was different. You wanted to hold her, kiss her, take her out, make her laugh and smile all the time. Sleeping with her wasn’t even in the top five of the list of things you wanted to do with Wanda, something that was very different for you.

This was new. You didn’t know what to do.

And you went straight to one person when you didn’t know what to do.

“Aw, congratulations. I’m glad you figured it out.” Tony had said when you told him what was going through your head. You stared at him, jaw dropped.

“Wha- You knew!?”

“Of course I knew, kid! That was the whole point!” He exclaimed happily, but you couldn’t return the sentiment.

“What are you talking about?”

Tony sighed, getting serious. “Look, I know you. I knew when you were talking about how you weren’t sure why her not liking you bothered you. And I knew you wouldn’t admit it, hell you probably didn’t even know, so...I tapped into your competitive side.”

“Huh?...”

Tony internally face palmed. “God, you’re slow. That’s why I made that bet with you. I bet you that you couldn’t even have a conversation with her by the end of the week, and look what happened! You did good, I’m proud of you.”

“Yeah, but-”

“So that’s what this was...”

You and Tony both turned towards the new voice in the room.

Wanda was making her way back to her room for the night, one of the snacks you gifted her with in hand. She walked past the elevators and towards her room when she heard the sound of your voice. She had to admit, she was enjoying your presence these last few days greatly. She was glad she had let you in, and that you were letting her in as well. Wanda dared to hope that maybe, just maybe this could be the start of something between you two. After all, she had started to accept the warmth in her chest instead of reject it.

A small smile formed on her face, and she made her way to where she heard you. Outside of Tony’s lab. However, her smile dropped immediately when she heard Tony.

...made that bet with you. I bet you that you couldn’t even have a conversation with her by the end of the week, and look what happened! You did good, I’m proud of you.

Your eyes widened when you saw Wanda standing there, dejected look on her face. You could’ve sworn you saw her eyes well up with tears, but she quickly wiped the look off her face. Her face hardened, head tilted, sending you the harshest glare she ever sent.

“I should’ve known. You’re nothing but an asshole, Y/n L/n. I should’ve trusted my gut, I had you figured out from day one. I was a fucking idiot thinking you could ever be anything different. Do us both a favor and stay the hell away from me!” Wanda finished her rant and stormed out of the room.

“Shit.” You muttered to yourself, before speeding out of the room. You quickly placed yourself in Wanda’s path. “Wanda, wait-”

“Get out of my way before I hurt you. Don’t think I won’t.”

“Just...please. It wasn’t what it sounded like.”

Wanda laughed bitterly at that. “Original.”

“I’m serious! I...” You paused, looking into the witch’s anger filled eyes that were starting to glow red. You knew words wouldn’t help you at this point. Not only were you having a tough time forming the right ones. but Wanda seemed past the point of listening. So you did the next best thing.

You pointed to your head. “Okay, just...look.”

Wanda’s face dropped slightly at this. “What? Y/n, have you not been paying attention? I told you, I don’t do that-”

“Without consent.” You interrupted. “You don’t do it without consent, but I’m giving that to you. Go through my head, you’ll see that I never had any bad intentions. I trust you.” Wanda’s face softened at those words. That was all she needed. She nodded softly before gently placed your fingers up to your temple.

She started to dig through your mind, over the last week specifically. She immediately saw the day you made the bet with Tony and how it wasn’t anything malicious. She also felt your emotions. Your confusion, happiness, excitement, but also...love. She gasped as she ripped her hand away from you.

You loved her. She didn’t expect that to come from you this soon, but was beyond happy about it. She couldn’t tell you what she felt from you though, because she also felt how confused you were about the whole thing, having never experienced it before. You would likely deny your feelings were as strong as they were, so she tucked it in the back of her mind and focused on the subject at hand.

Her thoughts were interrupted when you spoke up. “Whoa, yeah having someone poke through your brain isn’t the best feeling...” You rubbed your forehead, and Wanda laughed. You snapped your head up, small smile forming. Her laughing was a good sign. “You believe me now?”

“I do.” Wanda smiled. “I’m sorry for what I said.”

“No, don’t be. I know I wouldn’t have been happy if I was in your shoes.”

“You’re a weird one, Y/n, but I’m glad your competitive nature did the trick. I’m happy you came to me that day.” You smiled at each other for a moment, before Wanda started talking again. “So, it’s getting late. I should head to bed.”

“Right! Yeah, of course.”

Wanda started walking away towards her room, before you shouted out to her again.

Time to be brave.

“Hey, Wan?” The witch turned to you, and you smiled. “Would you...maybe like to go out with me sometime? Like, on a date? A romantic one?”

Wanda couldn’t help but laugh. Here you were, the woman who could flirt with every woman on the planet and would get all their numbers, stuttering your way through asking her out like a teenager.

She felt that warmth in her chest more than she ever has in that moment.

“I’d love to.”

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another-stark-sub · 3 years

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“Are you in love with him?” - Tony Stark Imagine

Notes: I wrote and editted this in two hours instead of going over my notes. Was gonna be spicy fluffy but it just turned into fluffy, and one of the lines/paragraphs (smth like that i dont remember how long that segment was) is based on/inspired by a fanfic on ao3 I bookmarked. I think it’s debt-free, but I could be wrong. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I’m so sorry im not on here more oftennnnn

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“Of course I am. He’s Tony Stark.” You sighed, a weight finally lifted off your chest. “Who isn’t in love with him?”

Bruce blinked a few times, the confusion evident on his face. “Then, why don’t you tell him?”

You scoffed. These geniuses think they know everything, but they couldn’t see what was glaringly obvious to you. “He’s Tony Stark.”

The perplexed expression didn’t disappear from your friend’s expression. So, you explained further, “It’s already a privilege, beyond that really, to be talking to you, to any Avenger. To work with any of you is an honor, and to be friends with you” -you laughed- “it shouldn’t even be possible for someone like me.”

“Don’t say that. You’re amazing, too.”

You tried to find any tick, any clue that he was lying. But Bruce seemed to really believe this. “I know I’m amazing.” You shrugged. “I’m great. I love and I care deeply, and I have a stable job. I have a place for myself, and I take care of myself.” You clicked your tongue. “However, you all, all you Avengers… Forget out of my league, more like off planet.

“And Tony? He said it himself. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Add superhero, figurehead, public figure, ex-CEO, and savior of the universe. Bruce, I have confidence in myself, but Tony is something else entirely. No one is worthy of him or his affections unless they’re a god or another Avenger.”

It was hard to keep up with the statistical analysis you were trying to run. The literal one on your hologram and the one keeping your view of Tony in check. So, defeated, you sighed and leaned back in your chair.

Bruce closed his own work and stood across the lab bench. “Weirdly enough, I’m sure none of us Avengers think that way.” After a few taps of his pen against his palm, he added, “Aren’t there fans making posts about you, too? Tony showed me the, uh, Instagram videos.”

You laughed. “Fan edits don’t make an Avenger. Saving the world does.”

He shrugged. “You help us save the world.”

“From inside Avengers Tower on a computer.” You took a deep breath. “Look, Bruce, I appreciate what you’re trying to do. But, I’m not telling him.” You shrugged and brought your statistical analysis back up.

You knew your own worth. You were worthy of an amazing partner and person. Tony Stark, though, was easy beyond that. You had accepted it soon after you realized your own feelings, and while they haven’t dwindled, you knew it was for the best.

~ - ~

Tony had never resorted to this before. It was never a question of his ability to code. In the past, it was because he didn’t need a program or an AI to do it for him. He could always tell if someone was into him. He knew when Pepper was into him. The moment Rhodey gazed at him back in their MIT days. Every single reporter and heiress and model he slept with, he knew when their thoughts turned sexual or romantic.

You, though. With you, he couldn’t fucking tell, and he knew it was because of his own feelings. Tony felt intensely for people before. Pepper, Rhodey, that one reporter all those years ago. However, with you, it wasn’t just that fluttery feeling in his gut or the immediate smile he can’t seem to stop when he sees you. It was the comfort he felt when he heard your voice or the softness he could feel in his heart when he saw a picture of you.

It was like his entire life was full of panic, never resting, never stopping. But when you entered his life with a gentle smile and a quick wit, it felt like he could finally breathe.

It was addicting.

“Sir, I have the calculations.”

“Hit me.”

“Speech diagnostics of you and of Ms. (Y/l/n) are similar. Whenever you speak of her, 79.4% is positive and 18.8% is neutral. Ms. (Y/l/n) has 78.9% positive and 17.2% neutral dialogue regarding you. When she speaks of you, her heartrate increases by 4.6%, and similarly, yours increases by 4.1%. When speaking to each other, heartrate initially increases by 7%.”

Tony nodded. “How does this compare to other Avengers? I gush about Banner like a teenager.”

“Well, sir, while you and Ms. (Y/l/n) have high positive dialogue about other Avengers, all of them have at least a 10% decrease compared to each other. And heartrate varies depending on the topic of conversation.”

Tony snapped his fingers. “Am I excluding all non-super friends? Include any agents, co-workers. Pep isn’t an Avenger after all.”

Friday took two seconds and responded. “You and Ms. (Y/l/n) have a significant difference in speech diagnostics when talking about or to each other compared to any other Avenger, co-worker, and friend.”

When Tony remained quiet, Friday added, “Do you want me to repeat the results?”

“You don’t need to, Friday.”

“But you’re not doing anything with the new information. Would you like me to save these findings?”

“Friday,” Tony warned.

There was silence as the love-wrecked scientist pressed his fist between his brows. Data and cold hard facts said yes, but was it right?

“Sir?”

“Yes, Fri?”

“Would you like me to play examples for you?”

He blinked. “Examples?”

“Yes. Of you and her talking about each other positively.”

It was an invasion of privacy. Tony shouldn’t.

“Play examples.”

Before his rational mind could tell Friday no.

“Are you in love with him?”

Tony’s eyes widened. This was too private. It might not even be about him.”Friday-”

“Of course I am.”

“-stop playback.”

“He’s Tony Sta-”

“Playback stopped.”

Tony scrambled. “What? No, wait, go back. Play it.” Screw rational. You knew he was a narcissist. You wouldn’t expect him to hear that and stop.

“He’s Tony Stark. Who isn’t in love with him?”

“Then, why don’t you tell him?”

“... He’s Tony Stark.”

Tony started to fiddle with something on his desk. “What does that mean?”

Friday answered, “Dr. Banner asked her if she loved you, and she said yes. This means that she’s in love with you.”

Why did he program Friday like this? “I know that. I mean, those two lines. Why does me being Tony Stark stop her from saying something?” Was it the attention? Did you want some sort of normal life away from cameras and international gossip? Maybe it was the Avenging. Having a partner who was always out risking death wasn’t ideal.

Sure, you could be in love with him. But you couldn’t be with him.

“Maybe you should ask her.”

There were celebrities who were able to live normal lives. Some paid to have prosthetics for going outside of moved to a remote country to get out of the spotlight. He thrived off attention, but he could give that up. Avenging, he couldn’t give that up, but maybe he could cut back. Take a mission a month instead of one a week. Or maybe take more digital missions. He wasn’t just Iron Man after all. He was a genius, could hack into the Pentagon if he really wanted to.

“Yeah,” he said. “Maybe I could talk to her.”

~ - ~

The moment you put your bag down on your lab table, Tony said, “You’re gonna be mad.”

You narrowed your brows. “What did you do?” You pressed your palm to your chest. “Oh my god, Peter overwrote my data, didn’t he? Ugh, I know he said he’s great at managing holograms, but really, Tone, you should’ve given him a tutorial before giving him access.” You brought up your holograms to check your data and analysis.

“That’s not it.” Tony stood next to you as you looked through your files. “I did something that invaded your privacy.”

You tilted your head. Closing the holograms, you took a deep breath and slowly asked, “How?”

Tony flashed an embarrassed grin before sighing. “You’re gonna be shocked, too, so prepare yourself.”

You did not know where this was going at all. What horrible thing could Tony have done? Steeling yourself, you took a deep breath and nodded at him to continue.

Tony cleared his throat. “Usually, I can tell when someone has feelings for me. People are obvious about it, but you? You aren’t. So, I had Friday do some analysis on our speech patterns. Me, being in love with you, was one of my controls. You and your dialogue regarding me was the main variable.

“Long story short, I accessed some audio of you and Bruce talking, and you said that you loved me but could never tell me.” He glanced at you. “So that’s why I need to apologize.”

Your expression didn’t change. No, that wasn’t it. You, at first, looked confused. Now, there was just nothing. No expression. No wrinkled brow in anger of flushed cheeks in embarrassment. Nothing.

Tony blinked. “You can shout at me now. If you were confused about when to shout at me.”

You licked your lips before taking a deep breath. “Ok, that was a lot.” You pursed your lips then opened it. But, you couldn’t really think of anything to say. You didn’t even know how to feel. “So you know that I” -you pointed at yourself and then at him- “and that I didn’t wanna tell you.” You shook your head. “Wait, do you know why I didn’t want to tell you?”

A broken scoff left Tony’s lips. “Yeah. I’m a mess.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Wait, you’re a mess? That’s why you think I don’t want to tell you?”

“Among other reasons?”

Other reasons?

You crossed your arms. “Ok, what other reasons?”

Tony looked offended. Still, he listed, “I’m surrounded by cameras, and everyone wants some privacy. Can’t get it if you’re with me. Then, there’s the Iron Man of it all. I went into a wormhole with a nuke. That was also all over the news. Then, there’s the whole daddy issues thing. I’m working on it, but it takes a while-”

He rambled on and on, listing reason after reason, and with each one, you felt tears well up in your eyes. It was a weird mix of heartbreaking, confusing, and enraging. The emotions built up slowly with each word that left his mouth, overwhelming you to the point that you couldn’t even say how it happened.

But, as Tony paced and talked so horribly about himself, you somehow ended up in front of him with your hands on his cheeks.

You only realized it when Tony stopped talking and when his breath touched your lips. “What?” he asked.

You didn’t answer. You kissed him instead.

It was a hard press of your lips against his. It was short, and it wasn’t much.

But by the way Tony gripped the back of your neck and pulled you back for another kiss, you’d think it was his first kiss. You knew it wasn’t. Not just because you knew he had kissed all sorts of people before you, but because he somehow knew how to make you gasp and melt into him.

While one hand kept you steady, the other trailed down your back and pulled you closer to him. His lips moved fluidly against yours, pushing and pulling, and everytime he moved back, you chased his lips to continue the kiss, because the softness, the passion, the fact it was finally happening, was all too good. You didn’t want it to stop.

Your hands started to move. For someone so rich, his t-shirt was rough when you twisted it between your fingers and pulled it to you. Slowly, you trailed your fingers along the side of his neck. You rubbed your thumb along his pulse point, a reminder that this was indeed real. You were kissing Tony Stark, and- He was pulling away again.

Desperate, you leaned forward, reached around to hold onto his shoulder, and kissed the side of his neck.

He let out a breathy laugh, and before you could suck on his skin, his stubble scratched your cheek.

You looked up at him and giggled when his nose bumped into yours. When your giggles turned into a smile, he kissed you again, a soft and short kiss, before leaning his forehead against yours.

His thumbs rubbed circles into your waist as you lightly scratched the back of his neck. He didn’t say anything. In fact, he seemed busy gazing at you.

“Speechless, Stark?” you teased.

He laughed. For a few seconds, he just gazed at you, seeming to prove your point. Tony’s hand began to wander, from stroking your cheek to pushing back your hair. “More confused.”

Remembering why you interrupted him, you brought your hands to his cheeks again and held him there so he couldn’t look away from you. “You are amazing, Tony. That’s the reason I didn’t want to tell you.” You shrugged. “You’re too good for me.”

His fidgeting stopped. “Well, that’s not true.”

“Tony, you’re an Avenger.”

“Technically, you are also an Avenger.”

“You’re a genius.”

“Who can’t cook scrambled eggs.”

“You literally saved the universe.”

“After producing weapons of mass destruction for decades.”

You glared at him.

He glared back. Then, he fought back. “I don’t plan on retiring.”

“Wouldn’t want you to.”

“I have severe PTSD, anxiety, maybe ADHD, all mixed with trauma galore.”

“And I will learn to help you.”

“I couldn’t give you a normal life.”

“I’d rather have you anyway.”

He opened his mouth, but you instead told him, “I’d rather have you than anything. As long as, well, for as long as you’ll have me.”

He raised his eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

Tony shook his head with a smile. “Cause, I’d rather have you for, well, how does til you get tired of me sound?”

You laughed. “Won’t happen. But, sure.” You kissed him again.You would’ve kept going, but there was something to settle first. “By the way, Tony?”

“Yeah?”

“Is Friday recording right now?”

“Friday records everything. It’s in the contract.”

Friday added, “I record everything that happens in the tower.”

“Ok.” You could work with that. “I’ll forgive you for the invasion of privacy.”

Tony beamed, and you couldn’t help your own smile when he did. Still, you continued, “On one condition.” Your own smile turned devious. “I want evidence that Star Spangled Banner took my ice cream.”

Tony burst out laughing. He kissed you again, a deep kiss, and when he was done, he mumbled, “God, I love you,” against your lips.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑆𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings/Disclaimer: NSFW content/Older Ateez but age differences is written withing legal boundaries. Also mentions of infidelity (which I don't condone, justify nor encourage), corruption kink and loss of virginity.

A/N: Also, Yeosang's reaction is a sneak peek at the Dilf! Fic in my w.i.p.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

It all started as a way to get a passing grade for the semester, but soon became a mission to get inside your professor's pants. You still remembered the unamused gaze he gave you when you first suggested you 'help' him out.

"Nice try Miss Y/N.... but perhaps instead of wasting time behind the bleachers sucking off the jocks' cocks, maybe dip your head instead into your books and study for once."

You couldn't believe he'd actually reject you. No man had ever rejected you, they always fell to your charms. Professor Kim was about to become your biggest challenge yet and you didn't mind. Besides, something about fucking an older man had you pulling out your trusted vibrator out so many times during the night. Kim Hongjoong was just so fucking hot and you desperately wanted him, even if for one night.

"Please Mr. Kim..... you know they say I give the best blow jobs here." You tried yet again one day when everyone else left.

"They? You mean horny 20 something year olds who bust a nut by just a booby pic?"

For the first time, his poker face finally had an expression in the form of a smirk.

"Honey, you're going to have to try a lot harder than that. I've had my cock sucked by countless women in all my years. Besides..."

Leaning closer to you, he reached a hand out so his thumb could graze across your bottom lip.

"What makes you think a pretty young thing like you can take a mature cock like mine? You've probably never even had one half the size of mine."

You let out an involuntary moan as you pictured just how well endowed your teacher was. Looking down, you noticed the obvious bulge he was donning and you wanted nothing more than to pull him out and suck him dry. It seemed he noticed since he sat back down on his chair. Gesturing for you to come over, you practically hopped over to him, letting him guide you on your knees as he began to take himself out.

"But do knock yourself out. I'm kinda curious to see what the newer generations do nowadays."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Others would have complained and would be annoyed by the fact their new neighbors would have almost daily fights between them, typical marital disputes. But not you, you didn't mind hearing their screaming that was clearly heard through the walls. Especially since more often than not their fights would end in rough, angry sex that had you touching yourself at nights, a guilty pleasure you always looked forward to.

And you had been eyeing the husband from the moment the couple moved in. Park Seonghwa was everything you looked for in a man and even more. Handsome, mature, tall, well sculpted, responsible, sexy as hell and you knew for a fact he could definitely fuck. One day you knocked over at their door to give them one of them many pastries you'd often bake for your neighbors in the building.

"You know Mr. Park....if you ever get too frustrated with your wife....my door is always open." You boldly offered him.

He looked at you in shock but you sent him a reassuring wink before walking back to your apartment, making sure to sway your hips so he could have the image engraved in his mind. And boy did you rile him up. Now he couldn't stop thinking about you. You're all he had in his head. Now whenever he'd fight, he'd storm out and you'd welcome him, proud to get what his wife wasn't getting anymore. And you were hell bent on making sure you'd keep him to yourself.

"Cum inside me....fill me up." You told him one day.

He was so lost in his lust for you he didn't think he'd hear you correctly. Giggling, you flipped the position so you were now on top of him, bouncing yourself on his enormous cock.

"I'll give you what your wife won't give you. Knock me up with your babies, fill me to the brim. I wanna carry your kids in me." You ran your hands down your chest and placed them on top of your stomach to get your point further across.

Seonghwa was going wild by this point. He had wanted to become a father for so long but his narcissistic and conceited wife would not budge. Yet here you were offering him the one thing he wanted and he couldn't resist. Sitting up, he began pounding up into you with more intensity, sending you crying his name over and over again as his teeth began to mark your neck.

"Oh I'll make sure to knock you up babygirl. Gonna fuck my kids into you...fuck! You're going to look even more pretty carrying my baby in you."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yours and Yunho's relationship was rather.... unconventional to say the least. He ended up becoming your sugar daddy after you had auctioned off your virginity online cause you were a broke college student and you honestly didn't give a damn at that point. But it was you who were in for a surprise when you met him in the hotel room and he just handed you the money without wanting anything in return.

"Just take it and don't give away something so valuable away like that."

You were so stunned by his behavior and it honestly sent some weird feeling inside you.

"But what if I wanna give it away?" You asked before he could open the door to leave. He let out a deep sigh.

"Trust me, you don't." He insisted.

Biting your lip, you took in his height and built. You weren't going to lie and pretend you didn't size him up from the moment you saw him. He probably had a monster cock that could tear you apart and part of you wanted that. Plus he was probably experienced in making love to someone so why not?

"If it's with you I really do..."

He whipped his back at your words, about to scold you but his words got caught in his mouth when you began to strip in front of him before laying down on the bed, legs spread for him and anxiously waiting for him to touch you. He couldn't resist himself. He ended up pining your tiny and virgin body under him, tearing your hymen apart and claiming you as his. He made sure you were in no pain and he had you cumming more than once. You could say it was an amazing first time.

You spent the rest of the night talking, and you ended up spilling about your economic situation. Perhaps it was pity, perhaps he was high on having taking your virginity, or perhaps he truly felt something for you. Either way you agreed to be his sugar baby, and you don't regret it one bit. Not when you get to have his monster cock in you, and he's not complaining either when he gets to stuff himself in you.

"Fuck! You're still so damn tight my little one... just like the first time."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

He tried to ignore the sound of the shower right behind the door he was leaning in. He had to. He shouldn't try to imagine what was going on in there. But as his eyes closed, he couldn't stop picturing your naked body glistening as the water cascaded down your skin. His hand grazed over his erection, wondering if perhaps you were doing something similar.

Before he knew what he was doing, he slowly and quietly opened the door, the hot steam fogging up the glass doors to the shower but he could still make out your beautiful and young figure. He witnessed as your hand played with your clit, dipping inside your folds as tiny gasps and pants escaped your lips.

"Mr. Kang...." Hearing you murmur his name sent any self-control he had out the window.

He began to strip himself out of his clothes, very slowly and in silence so as to not disturb you. Besides you looked so pretty as you touched yourself, trying to get yourself off at the thought of him. Without taking his eyes off you, he slid the glass door and soon stood behind you in the luxurious and spacious shower. You jumped slightly when you felt familiar hands wrap themselves around your waist, fingertips digging into you. You could never forget his touch, you remembered how those hands felt when they once caught you and saved you from a nasty fall.

You knew it wasn't a dream or fantasy when you felt lips pressing open mouth kisses against the side of your neck and traveled down to your shoulders. You moved your hand away to allow the person behind you to take control, his long and slender fingers finally making your darkest fantasies come true as they penetrated inside you, moving back and forth in an effort to bring you into an orgasm.

Kang Yeosang's deep and husky voice breathed into your ear, sending shivers down your body.

"You don't know how long I've lusted after you..."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

With Choi San it wasn't you seducing him. It was letting him seduce you. Ever since he saw you walk in with your short skirt, applying for a part time job at his bookstore, he had been wanting you, craved your body. And honestly... you fed him in his game.

You would wear even shorter skirts, bending down right in front of him so he could get a glimpse at your scantily clad pussy. Or you'd constantly ask him for help in putting away some of the books that went on higher shelves just so he'd put his hands around you, which he'd often keep there longer than needed. And you loved it.

One day he had been frustrated by you past his limit. Throwing away all decorum, he came up behind you as you arranged some books. You let out a gasp when you felt his hands grope your breasts.

"I've been working you too hard my darling... maybe I should let you take a little break?" You became putty in his hands when he used his satoori tone with you.

You didn't stop him when he lifted your shirt up to your neck, nor when he pulled your breasts out from your bra cups. You just moaned with no shame as his fingers tweaked and pinched at your highly sensitive nipples.

"Fuck you have really soft and squishy boobs. It's like they were made for my hands."

Snaking one hand under your skirt, he was surprised to not only find out that you were practically dripping for him but you were not wearing any underwear that day.

"Shit darling, did you came here hoping I would fuck you?"

You threw your head back as he cupped your heat, rubbing at your clit.

"Yes! Please fuck me Mr. Choi! W-wanna get fucked by you." You begged him, pushing your ass behind you to grind against his very obvious bulge.

He was more than satisfied by your answer. Finally getting your consent, he no longer had to hold back. Freeing his cock which was leaking at the tip, he pushed your skirt up to expose your ass cheeks. Giving each of them a few slaps with his cock, he teased you as he rubbed his bulbous tip along your slit.

"Now my little apprentice, I'm going to show you how a real man fucks a little cunt like yours."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Spotting exactly what you were hoping to find for the night, you approached the older male and sat in front of him. Giving you a little glance, he furrowed his eyebrows as he took in your countenance.

"Aren't you a little young to be in a club like this?" He questioned you.

"Trust me, I'm old enough." You boldly took the glass he had in front of him and took a sip before setting it back down.

He let out a tiny chuckle as you practically drowned almost an entire glass of straight vodka. You had guts, he was giving you that.

"Little lady I'm sure there are more young men your age scattered about waiting for a beauty like you to pay attention to them. So why not go find them?" He suggested.

You frowned at him, a tiny huff coming out from your lips.

"Guys my age are all idiots and little babies. Absolutely nothing fun about them."

You scooted closer to him, your hand coming down to rub at one of his ridiculous thick thighs.

"I prefer men who are more older and..... bigger." You made emphasis on that last word.

The male snorted as he let you continue your little game. He was actually pretty amused and flattered at having a young and attractive girl hit on him.

"Little lady as much as I'd love to take you back to my place and fuck you into my sheets, I'm warning you that I'm into more.... risque and exotic pleasures and honestly....I don't think an inexperienced thing like you could handle it."

The man, whom you soon found out was named Song Mingi peeked your interest even more as he confided in you that little detail. And you were more than happy to indulge in extremely naughty kinks. That's how you ended up in his bed, your hands and feet tied to each of the bed posts, blindfolded, gagged, nipple clamps adorning your perky breasts as your older lover for the night was continuing his abuse on your swollen and red pussy, drawing out orgasm after orgasm out of your body.

"Fuck! Holy shit!" He cried out, grunting in an almost animalistic manner as he pumped his cum all over your body.

Removing your blindfold and mouth gag, he looked for any signs of regret but was instead met with your fucked out face that held a tiny grin.

"Older and bigger cocks are indeed the best."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Working as an exotic dancer, you met a lot of customers and got used to having regulars. But no one got under your skin or made you lose your senses like Jung Wooyoung. Usually you didn't give any special treatment to anyone unless it guaranteed more cash in your garter belt. But there was something about him that had you constantly looking over when he was there. Every time he was watching from the crowd, you made sure every wink, every lip bite or swirl of your tongue was directed at him.

You were thinking about giving up, since weeks passed and he didn't seem to make a move on you or on any of the other girls. Perhaps he was dragged there by his friends since he always sat there idly, no expression whatsoever. When you were told someone payed to have a private show with you, the last person you expected to see was none other than Jung Wooyoung himself, sitting on the couch, a glass of wine on his hand. Pulling out a large bill, he smirked at you.

"One hundred dollars if you take off that top."

His request had your legs wobbling. Since it was a rather fancy and elegant strip club, none of you ever actually stripped completely bare, only staying in scanty lingerie. But honestly, you didn't hesitate and let the top fall to the floor. You loved the way Wooyoung was eyeing your chest, tongue poking out to wet his lip. Reaching into his pocket once more, this time he produced even more bills and layed them on the table.

"500 dollars if you remove that lace thong."

Holy crap, you thought to yourself. That was a lot of money that you weren't going to refuse. And besides, you were already wet for the older man that you would suck him off right then and there if he asked you to, with absolutely no payment. This time his hand began to rub at his crotch. Unzipping his pants, he took his long length out which had your mouth watering and staring for so long that you didn't notice the even larger stash of cash he had taken out of his jacket which layed beside him.

"One thousand dollars if you hop your pretty ass over here and bounce yourself on my cock."

Not needing to be told twice, you practically plunged yourself down on him, not caring to take your time as you began to fuck yourself on his cock. The man underneath you was enjoying himself as well, the visual of your ass clapping against his hips driving him insane.

"Fuck! Yes! Just like that- oh god!"

You let out a yelp when his hand came down to slap your cheeks rather harshly, hips taking control as he rammed his cock into you. Through raspy grunts and growls, he made his final proposition to you:

"Your own place, monthly allowance and anything else you want if you leave this place and become my own personal fuck toy."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Working as the personal assistant for your father's CEO friend was not easy. Not because Choi Jongho was difficult, scary and begrudgingly agreed to have his friend's daughter work for him when she had no experience, but because the man was hot. You had the hots for your dad's friend and knowing you would have to be by his side for 8-10 hours on the daily both thrilled and terrified you.

"Can't you even work a simple printer? Seriously? How stupid could you possibly be?"

You honestly didn't mind his constant insults and degradation. In fact...that's exactly what you wanted, even more if he did it in front of others. Truth was, you did know how to work a printer and do other office related small tasks. You just chose not to just to have him yell and scream at you. His anger further fueled your sexual desires for him.

Eventually he ended up finding out what your little plan was when he chanced upon you sending a fax for someone, something he had always refrained from teaching you cause he thought you'd be too stupid to do.

"Why you cunning little vixen." He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he saw you, angry that a little brat like you was getting under his skin just to get a reaction out of him. He felt his palm start to tremble with an urge to bend you over and spank you into place.

Which he did end up doing, among other things in an effort to get you to behave or straighten up. But it never fully worked since you kept testing his patience, and he truly didn't mind. He liked your little game and he started to look forward to having his little vixen misbehave just to put her back in her place. And you lived for having him punish and degrade you.

"Look at you. You look like a common whore, letting me fuck her little hole as much as I want to."

You whimpered as his hand pulled your hair, making you lift your head and watch from the mirror as he fucked you from behind against his dresser.

"Maybe I should take a picture and send it to your dad. Let him know that his precious daughter is nothing more than a slut that likes getting her tight little hole fucked by his best friend."

You shook at his words, tears steaming down your face from the overstimulation he was putting you through. You absolutely loved it. Loved having him remind you of how wrong and sinful it was. Pressing your back against his chest, he wrapped an arm around your throat as he pounded his cock into you like the beast he was.

"But no... I won't do that. This will be our little secret."

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#ateez #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #dilf!ateez

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yandereeternity · 2 years

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Hi! It's me again :) How about playing with some historical dynamics? I'd love to see how America would approach a Communist Nation!Darling, who's a really good friend of Russia/USSR during the Cold War. For obvious reasons she ain't impressed with America's capitalist ways. Russia ain't exactly happy that his rival is hitting on his friend either.

Welcome back! This is such an interesting premise honestly, I haven't read a lot of Hetalia stuff about the Cold War so I'll try my best.

(I will be honest I feel like the FBI has it’s eyes on me every time I type the word communist)

America with a communist nation darling

❤️ - He’s not angry. He’s just disappointed.

❤️ - I mean how could you expect him to react to the person he loves and adores and worships being close friends with Russia as well as being communist?

❤️ - He just can’t wrap his head around it. He’ll spend days at a time just sat wondering what the hell went wrong. Why the hell are you friends with Russia? Especially in these troubling times. I mean fair enough America has nukes but Russia’s being weird with them!

❤️ - He’ll keep trying to catch you to speak about it, to try and convince you to convert to capitalism. But every time you either spot Russia, or he spots you too and pulls you briskly away from the poor man.

❤️ - Don’t feel bad for him. He's way too much of a narcissist to even consider how you feel in this situation so no matter how much he pouts and has tears in his puppy dog eyes you cannot feel bad for him.

❤️ - When he gives up on trying to beg convince you, he’ll just go straight to flirting which honestly does nothing to help with his image in your eyes. I’d be surprised if you didn’t slap him the instant he starts this but at the same time you might get nuked so...

❤️ - Russia is obviously very much not happy about this. He tries to speak to America about it, but it ends up just being a very tense, passive aggressive chat.

“It would be best for you and your people if you stop talking to friend y/n, America.”

“Oh yeah? Well it’d be best for you and your people if you let her go.”

❤️ - So obviously America has a hero complex and believes that no one can be friends with Russia! You must be being held captive!! You must hate being his friend!

❤️ - Towards the end of the Cold War, you start to warm up to him slightly but only because he's becoming much easier to talk to now tensions have calmed down between himself and Russia.

❤️ - Aaaaand then he kidnaps you. And obviously Russia can’t do anything about it because if he attacked America, he’d be attacking you.

❤️ - Maybe you’ll learn to like your pampered, coddled new capitalist life with America or maybe you’ll fight back against him and start a second Cold War?

#yandere eternity #yandere hetalia #yandere aph #yandere America #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere requests #hetalia

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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years

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What if Mc was a person who don't take shit from anyone, demon human or Angel, and just was this small sassy piece of dynamite? How’d everyone react?

MC who takes no shit - brothers + undateables

Satans pact and chapter 16 spoilers

Lucifer:

So you've chosen death

This man can't even handle the smallest sign of defiance

an actual bitch boy

"You are here because you were picked to attend, you were listed to be under my care, this is MY house! You follow MY rules-"

"hold that for a second, I'm calling Dia."

He's so easy to rile up

You feed off his quick temper, he makes it too easy

But he deserves it

Too many times he thinks he can just control you and his brothers

You've cut Mammon down from the ceiling, when faced to Lucifer you just handed him the rope

"If you want someone to hang so much, do it yourself, old man, it is your fault after all - if you didn't leave your cursed valuables lying around Mammon would of never tried to steal them and get himself cursed."

Mammon:

He both scared of you and in awe of you

He's surprise you're still alive at this point

Of course you're alive, the great Mammon is looking after you

You have definitely called him out for being a tsundere

"So, you wanna make out or do you wanna keep yammering on?"

"I- You can't just be saying that to demons!! Why would I wanna kiss some human-"

"Kay, I'm going to go see if Levi wants to-"

"WAIT! DON'T DO THAT!"

Whenever he steals something from you or the others, you go on a man hunt

"Sell your own stuff! You always have something new in there! or are you that scummy and bad with money you need to steal off others ?"

Please have some mercy with him

In general, finds your sassy attitude interesting, always wonders what the new comment or roast will be

Levithan:

Scared and in awe but times it by 10

Is mostly terrified because you make him upset

Didn't expect to be called a guilt tripping bitch

"You're busy? I get it, I mean - why would you ever want to spend time with someone like me? I'm just some nobody, a yucky otaku who no one wants to be around-"

"I get having a low self esteem but shitting on yourself at EVERY given chance and then go on to be about how yucky and worthless you are when I just wanna spend time with someone else?! You can fuck right off!"

He thinks you're a delinquent, has gotten you a cool jacket so you can put it over your shoulders

You can pat him on the back for at least being able to stand up for himself, he's always ready to brawl and never shys away from calling his brothers out

Always lets you wear his headset and just watches as you cuss and sass any petty player

Satan:

It seems you keep choosing death

You wanna get sassy and back talk the literal embodiment of wrath????!

So - do you want be buried or cremated?

You take none of his shit

He respects it just as much as he hates It

We all know he has good control over his anger but there's a limit on how much of your attitude he can stand

"You're so petty, do you have to be a smart-ass about everything?"

"that's rich coming from the guy who threatened to cut off my limbs because I wouldn't make a pact wth him."

When he doesn't respond you just nod to yourself, checking your nails

"Yeah that's what I thought."

If he needs to come up with a good come back he always asks you

Sits back and watches you argue with Lucifer

Asmodeus:

He loves it until you call him out

Didn't expect to get psychologically profiled

"At first I thought you were just a narcissist but now I see you're just a Insecure man who placed his value on his looks and how people perceive him-"

" You can't seem to handle any type of bad press about you-"

"Oh? Did you make yourself look bad then blame it on someone else because they just wanted to do what they please? Oh boo hoo!"

You could end this man's career with a single word

But, if you're 'no shit' attitude is targeted to someone else? He's all over it

Will sigh dreamily and watch you chew Someone out

Unless you get super roasty and rude - he encourages you to talk to him with an attitude

"You're so hot when you talk like that~"

Knows you aren't all sass, he definitely enjoys your more softer side

Will invite you to a sleep over so you two can gossip and rant over a bottle of wine and do a mini spar

Beezlebub:

What prompted you to be this sassy? He's baby!

I mean, he did throw a fit when you ate his custard and destroyed your room

Sure, constant hunger is painful but he can survive without one custard

Yeah- he can be up for roasting and being chased out

"You've told me you literally want to eat me! How is that comforting?! You're hunger tantrums are already bad enough but now I know I could be on the menu?"

"No thanks! Do the hokey pokey and turn your goofy ass around!"

Has a habit of being your stool, he doesn't mind really, finds it pretty adorable actually

You're so small compared to demons so when a gym jock is being rude about you or Beel

You just snap your fingers and he'll sit down, hunch over and put his hands over his head

You'll just step on his palms (you take off your shoes angrily whilst telling the jock demon to not move an inch) and just go off

He understands where alot of your cusses come from, he agrees with you and feels guilty on his behaviour

Really likes it when you stand up for him; normally no one does that because he's such a big guy

Belphie does it but things can be abit disheartening when your twin Is the only one rushing to help you

Belphegor:

You know what? Understandable, please, fire away

Just keep making jokes and references to all the bad things he's done

He needs to be put in his place

The dude has literally killed you! If you weren't going to give him an earful when you recovered then what was the point?!

This man is one of many bastards in this school

Either watches you go off on people or sleeps mid arguement to stop hearing you call him out

"I'm innocent, I haven't done a single thing wrong in my life."

"wELL-"

He will always respect you for looking out for his twin, when he can't do anything he always looks to you to step in

Has held things out of your reach just to watch you get mad

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

You've chosen a fate worse than death at the cost of sassing a pure man

He gets upset but is very understanding, it's his companions who will handle your fate

I honestly, CANNOT, think of a reason you'd want to be sassy or rude to him

If it's just in general and not meant to offend him; he thinks it's very attractive

You've got a silver tongue and able to make a comment without much thought

Very impressive

His type is Lucifer very simple

You'd call him out for letting dangerous behaviour happen at the school and putting loads of faith into Lucifer

Perhaps point out how reckless inviting humans to a demon realm - who could easily be killed if they don't have an escort with them at all times

But other than that? He's safe

Barbatos:

He is your executioner

He can handle a jab

But he will remind you he was the one who saved you if you get too out spoken with him

that only gets him more cussed out though

"So you're aware of pretty much every event that happens, Right?"

"You could say that."

"Then shouldn't you use those abilities to then help anyone and stop all sorts of tragedies?"

"My Lord has stopped me from using my powers freely."

OKAY THAT'S SOMETHING YOU CAN CUSS DIA OUT ON

In general, you just make comments about how vague he is

He's too mysterious that it's just ridiculous

You want to get to know him but he just gives you that smug look and amused laughter

Solomon:

Can you really be blamed for being Sus of him?

He's so suspicious, for what?! For what reason?!

He doesn't like being called old? Depending how disrepectful you wanna be, you like to use the nickname "Grandpa Solo"

"I'm surprised you aren't actually some evil Wizard trying to get the brothers pacts so you can be the most powerful human alive and take over the Devildom."

"Who says I'm not?"

He's witty and smug

You're sassy and explosive

You're a duo that should be feared

The two powerful humans banding together? I'm sure there's a website on the two of you with theories of your evil plans

Simeon:

Finds your attitude delightful!

Didn't want his kindness to annoy you but it did, sometimes it is a crime to be Too nice

His favoured company are all sassy bastards so it only makes sense he likes you very much

"You gave them bangles that made them into SAINTS! that's fucking weird! And you had them turn into angels despite the fact they have truama from heaven!"

as mischievous as Simeon can be

His angelic nature really does pop out alot

"aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you want to go ape-shit?"

"Of course not, there's no need but thank you for worrying about me, I know I can seem force and strange to you but I really do enjoy being kind to others."

"disgusting."

Almost fought him during the TSL event; you didn't expect him to do a 360 and become super strict

Despite your hard shell you care alot about the people you're close with and can't stand to see them upset

Luke:

It appears you're trying to throw hands with a 10 year old

He does seem demonphobic

Why are you always denying your true feeling??!! Just admit you like demons!

You try not to swear and be outwardly rude Infront of him

But sometimes this little boy really tests your patience

"Okay species-ist."

Is your main response when he's being a tsundere

He's the one who's the safest from your attitude

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SHE’S SO BROKEN INSIDE -- C - R - A - Z - Y !!

a reboot of my sentence starters for crazy ex girlfriend season 1 please change any pronouns/words to make it more applicable for your usage! some mature themes apply!

“This is what Happy feels like. This is what I’m supposed to feel like.”

“Why aren’t you happy?!”

“You didn’t even break skin and you inconvenienced a lot of people.”

“Remember you said that if I was in the neighborhood I should give you a buzz? Well… BUZZ!”

“I’m taking a few of these until my business cards come in, just so if anyone asks why I’m here, I can say ‘It’s for work! It’s legitimate!.”

“Because you’re pretty and you’re smart and you’re ignoring me so you’re obviously my type.”

“I’m not good for much but I do know it’s not right to hook up with a crying girl.”

“You half Italian? I can always tell.”

“He should be a search term on porn sites.”

“He made me feel warm inside— like glitter was exploding inside me.”

“I’m not in love. That would be stupid.”

“I’m crazy and I’m irrational and I’m everything my mother ever said I was.”

“If we play this right, it’s gonna hit him like a bag of nails to the balls.”

“Could we have a postmortem on the whole make out-crying situation?”

“Bras are in aisle one.”

“I’m going to gracefully exeunt and be chased….by a bear.”

“Maybe I will throw my saddle on that filly and take her for a ride around the paddock. ...Wow. Men are disgusting.”

“They spread a rumor that I slept with the English teacher! Which was totally a lie because we only did hand stuff!”

“Of course we’re friends because what other agenda could I possibly have?”

“I want to cut the silky hair right off your head and slurp it up like spaghetti.”

“We were just being cute! Cute kissing! For attention!”

“I can’t be friends with women. Everyone wants to have sex with me!”

“I’m going to go out on a limb and say that telling the truth from the beginning was probably the right option.”

“Luna bars are for women. I think they have menstrual blood in them or something.”

“A true friend loves you no matter what, even if your downward dog is horrible.”

“Now, if someone pulls a gun on me, I pull out my knife!”

“Come sit on my lap like I’m Santa and listen to me—”

“Put those things away, you’re going to poke a kid’s eye out.”

“I don’t leave when there’s whiskey left.”

“It was weird and sad and kinda beautiful in a pure and unironic way.”

“You’re really starting to fit in here. That’s not a compliment.”

“She’s seriously ‘bonker balls’.”

“The last thing you need right now is a conversation with a pathological narcissist!”

“How are you? UTIs under control?”

“Hey, don’t skate sad!”

“Let’s leave the children outta here for a sec.”

“Shut up, I love that fire! It’s my favorite fire!”

“How could a guy with a man bun know what’s authentic?!”

“You took some guy home from our date and SLEPT with him? What’s WRONG with you?!”

“I make no sense and you shouldn’t waste your time on me, can’t you see that?”

“I have an IQ of 164. On the entire SAT, I only got two questions wrong and in subsequent years, those questions were removed for being misleading.”

“You are a good person. He is a good person. …. We are good person.”

“What do you want me to say, people? That she doesn’t have the softest hair? And that I don’t watch her while she sleeps? Because I do! She’s an Angel.”

“She had flyaways! I can’t have her walking around like that.”

“You know I want to turn you in so much, because you’re an actual piece of human garbage.”

“Can I get a free beer? I’m down like $10,000.”

“My parents are alive. They’re just frigid and unloving.”

“Parents love brown nosers but men? Men love a woman who looks like me.”

“Chicken soup is just gross, hot, fat water.”

“I got a tongue scraper! Things are looking hhhhhhhexcellent.”

“Look at you, old man. You loooose! You have tubes in your face!”

“You promised me a drink and I got tired of waiting.”

“It was like Pearl Harbor meets the movie Pearl Harbor.”

“Why does Netflix always want me to watch Leaving Las Vegas? Is it trying to tell me something?”

“That basset hound could benefit from a juice cleanse.”

“Twilight is only the greatest love story since Shakespeare… in Love!”

“I needed that sage to cleanse the house of evil spirits. Ghosts are obsessed with me.”

“Do I really need to tell you to not take a pill from off the bathroom floor?!”

“I’m not going to listen to you. You talk silly.”

“I’m half of him so I am half of what you hate!”

“I’m glad you stood up to me because when the Cossack’s come, I know you’ll survive!”

“I want to melt into the chair like a butter lady.”

“Get realsies with me or I’m outskies.”

“Thanks for showing my boyfriend your cervix.”

“Charm and wit is a weird name for your boobs.”

“Where am I? Who am I? Am I in the Matrix? Am I Neo?”

“If you can’t even send me a whole word, then I’m not taking my clothes off for you. At least send an emoji. A chipmunk eating a block of cheese. I get that. I’m coming over.”

“Be the boat. Don’t be the hole. Nobody likes the hole.”

“Oh, you know what people say. One person’s blackmail is another person’s love story.”

“Okay, you can sleep at the foot of my bed tonight. Like a dog. …. Please don’t look so excited.”

“Oh, I don’t like her. She looks like she orders everything on the side.”

“He looks like a Kennedy. But a sober one.”

“What’s a pretty, showered girl like you doing here?”

“I think my life is a giant turd.”

“Why doesn’t he love me? Why doesn’t anyone love me? Why am I so alone?”

“I don’t want to say I don’t like anyone as much as you … but I just said it.”

“Love does not last in my life. I’m loveless.”

“I want to haunt Hitler and make him rethink a few things.”

“She’s not just a kid! She’s your daughter, you ass!”

“Oh, come on! Let’s make bad decisions together! We could run into traffic!”

“I’m not a sourpuss. I’m pensive and deep.”

“Are we being pleasant now? Sorry. I don’t know your rules.”

“He has the flat top of a Greek God.”

“If it were any other situation, I would take off my heels, my earrings and my extensions and curb stomp you.”

“Chasing someone who isn’t into you is a terrible move.”

“You have been Single White Female-ing me since you got here.”

“I have, like, the smartest face here.”

“Boo work and life and clothing.”

“You need to realize that ‘U up?’ is text speak for ‘are you horny?’.”

“You gotta force love, everyone knows that.”

“You weirdo face, put me down!”

“You just scooped me up like a basket of muffins…— PUT ME DOWN!”

“Why is he always talking about his theater major?! I know a lot of theater majors! They don’t talk about it! They just are!”

“I appreciate you Schwarzenegger-ing out back there.”

#sentence meme #sentence starter #crazy ex girlfriend #I PICKED AND CHOSE SOME NEW QUOTES #i just #yeah i hope this is better

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