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[megumisluciouslashes]

SHORT N’ SWEET a drabble

gn!reader x various

thinking about big tall guys who love having a petite partner.

he loves to just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder. there’s no rhyme or reason, he just loves walking around with you flailing on his shoulder until you eventually give in.

he actually just loves to pick you up in general! whether it’s sitting you on the counter, giving you a piggy back ride, throwing you on the bed, or doing the princess spin™, he loves it!

he loves to tease when you try to give him a kiss, but no matter how much you stand on your tippy toes, you can’t reach. he then chuckles before bending nearly in half just to give you a kiss.

and when you’re together in public? he’s always making sure he has his hand on you in some way. you’re just too little, he doesn’t want to lose you in the crowd!

he loves to put his hand over yours and compare hand sizes in his head. it makes him feel so giddy and makes him see you as even more adorable.

bear hugs are his favorite! his body almost swallows you up, and he loves every second of it! he thinks you’re so cute, head tucked against his chest and whining about how he’s squeezing you to death.

he often teases you about not being able to reach the kitchen cabinets, as well. one second you’re halfway climbing the counter trying to grab something and the next he’s padding up behind you to grab whatever it is you need. he hands it to you and walks away like it was no big deal while you huff. (he finds you even cuter when you do that.) he also does this when you’re grocery shopping.

he can’t help how cute you are, so little when compared to him!

| thinking of kirishima, fatgum, all might, bakugou (mha), reiner, jean, erwin (aot), nanami, gojo (jjk), jason, dick, wally (dc), alex, sam (sdv), rengoku, tengen (kny) + your favs!

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author’s note:

i thought long and hard about more characters to put but i genuinely couldn’t come up with more😣😣

[megumisluciouslashes]

super fan | jason todd

Summary: Three months into your relationship, your boyfriend Jason Todd finds your Red Hood poster. You're mortified. But Jason? Well, you've got his face in your room and your lips on his... truth be told, Jason maybe likes it a little too much that you're a super fan of his.

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader 

Word count: 5.4k

Warnings/tags: bf!jason, you find jason and RH hot and that crosses some wires. jason takes advantage of your crush (in a hot way), competency kink, cocky jason, identity porn, minor violence, motorcycles, reader has a crush on RH but doesn't know jason is RH so it's a little complicated but NO cheating!! implied sexual content but NO explicit smut.

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Tonight, you're staying at Jason's place. You've only been dating three months, but it's going well enough that you're comfortable enough to stay over. Jason has hinted more than once that you can leave clothes at his place, but you insist on keeping all of your stuff at your apartment, just in case things go south. What's that rule? Six months and you’ll know whether he’s the one? Three months to go, then.

Call you crazy, but you think you might already know. Jason is fantastic and you’re sure you’re in love with him. Not that you're going to tell him that any time soon. But you know enough not to put all of your stock into a three-month relationship. Who knows what secrets Jason Todd might be hiding.

"How come you never invite me to your place?" Jason asks as he pulls up in front of your building. He'd offered to drive you both to his apartment on his motorcycle, and it's officially weird if you refuse him. He might think you're hiding something. And you are. Something mortifying.

"Because you're gonna try to install your special security measures," you say as he locks his bike.

Jason thinks about it, then nods. "Yeah, that's probably true. No, but it's your place. I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't know about."

"I know," you say, going inside and holding the door for him. "But my apartment is smaller than yours.”

"That doesn't matter to me, baby."

When did he get it into his head that he needs to be in your apartment? You go up the stairs with Jason behind you, thinking about how you can excuse not inviting him inside. Except, it’s suspicious if you make him wait outside. Even for Jason, who's about as cagey as they come. He seems to trust you fine, but you have no idea what freak raised him because he's eternally wary of people and unfamiliar places. He also insists on sitting close to the door when you go out to eat. But even he's invited you to his place. Many times now. Maybe you can extend the same favor. 

"Fine. You get a quick tour," you say against your better judgment as you get to your door, unlocking it.

"I'm honored, truly." Jason follows you inside. He clicks his tongue, pointing to the lock. "No deadbolt?"

"Jason..."

"I mean, what a beautiful lock on your door," he says sweetly, kissing your cheek. "Y'know what would make it even more beautiful?"

"You being less paranoid?"

"Seventy percent of Gotham break-ins are in residences that have only one lock. Sixty-five percent of them are on—"

You turn around and put your arms around Jason. He automatically puts his arms around your waist and stops talking. His beauty still stuns you: his aquiline nose, his freckles, those bright teal eyes. You get shy at times, flustered and delighted at the fact that this hunk of a man likes you so much.

"I'm extremely attracted to you, despite your raccoon demeanor," you say.

"You'd be the first," Jason says, gaze terribly fond. "I'll shut up now 'bout the statistics."

"No, statistics are hot. Just not when they're about home invasions."

"Point taken. How 'bout stats on Gotham's exports?"

You throw your head back, gasping. "Oh! You fiend. No more, please. I may just ravish you here on the floor!"

Jason bends you back a little, his hand fitting in the center of your back to ease you over. He doesn't do that very often, use his strength and wield you the way he wants, but when he does, you lose your breath. Your pulse quickens as Jason nuzzles your neck.

"This okay?" he asks. You hum an airy yes.

"'M in no rush," he says in your ear. "We can linger. Haven't finished your tour. 'S your room next?"

You straighten so fast, you nearly knock Jason in the teeth. It's only because of his quick reflexes that you don't.

"You can't see my room," you rush out, looking at him with wide eyes.

Jason squints, hands dropping to your sides. "What? Why?"

"Um... because... because my room is a mess."

"So? I don't care. My room looks like a solitary confinement cell."

You raise an eyebrow. Jason clears his throat.

"Well, I mean, it used to. It's better now that I have plants and shit."

"Lack of decor is nowhere near as embarrassing as my room, Jason. Mine is beyond messy. It's filled with half-eaten pizza crusts. And rats. And... slime?"

"Slime, huh? Well, good thing I wore my Doc Martens. I can withstand a little slime."

You sag. "You don't believe me."

Jason smiles and kisses your forehead. "Not particularly, baby. What's the issue, huh? You hiding nudie mags or something?"

You roll your eyes. "Who calls it that, Jay? You sound like Tony Soprano. Just say porn."

"Gracefully choosing to ignore that comment. Look, if y'do have porn, it's nothing to be ashamed of. You should feel safe to express and explore your sexuality however you—"

"Oh my God, it's not porn." You cover your face. "Jesus. It's—okay, just come in. If you're gonna break up with me over this, we might as well face it now."

"I'm not gonna break up with you," he says as you take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. "Nothing you show me could—"

You swing open the door Jason trails off as he follows you in, his eyes landing on your 4x6 poster of the Red Hood that's smack middle in the room, taped over your bed.

And then, obviously, one can't miss the Red Hood towel on your computer chair, or the Red Hood mug. And the limited edition Red Hood Bat Burger bobblehead, which was quickly discontinued after some public backlash.

"Wow," Jason says.

You groan and bury your face in your hands. "It's fine. I know it's weird. Just go."

You don’t know how it happened, this accumulation of Red Hood merch. It's not like people aren’t fans of heroes. Plenty of local heroes are revered across the world. You have an online friend from Brazil who has literally all of the Superman collectibles. But Superman is reasonable. Batman is reasonable. Nightwing is common and basically a Gotham staple—you've seen women in Nightwing bikinis.

But Red Hood fans are far and few. Plenty of people think he's a criminal and a borderline villain. Some people, working-class people mostly, adore him. You've heard plenty of wonderful things he's done to turn neighborhoods around, keep people safe, fight The Man. Hell, last week there was a video of him carrying an old woman to the hospital after she fell in the road.

Plus, you get the feeling he's really handsome under that helmet. You're sure he's physically overwhelming, at the very least. You've seen clips of him fighting. Oh boy, can he hold his own.

But if you told the average person on the street that your favorite hero is Red Hood, they'd definitely give you a side eye. You brace yourself for one now. 

"Huh," Jason says. "Didn't think you'd be a fan of his. Not really a hero, is he?"

You huff, squaring your shoulders. "He's helped a lot of people. No one actually cares about protecting us except for vigilantes. Red Hood protects innocents. If that takes a little bit of a heavier hand, so be it."

Jason raises his eyebrows. "Didn't know you played fast with morality like that, honey."

"You don't agree?" If this is where your relationship ends, you'd rather it happen sooner than later. "He's implemented a lot of fundamental structures that even Batman hasn't. He's more big-picture than the Bats. So, whatever, okay? If you think I'm nutty for liking Red Hood, then just go now."

You cross your arms and turn away from Jason. It's quiet for a long moment. You're sure it's done; you've just ruined the first relationship you really wanted to make work. But you've been on dates and let it slip that you admire Hood, and plenty of men let you know what an idiot you are to do so. You thought Jason would understand. Maybe not.

But then you feel arms around your stomach. Jason kisses your cheek.

"C'mon," he says chidingly, voice low and sweet in your ear. "Y'think it's that easy to scare me off? We live in Gotham, sweetheart. The only way I'd be worried is if you had someone's head sitting in your fridge. And even then, I'd hear ya out on whose head it is."

You lean into Jason's solid warmth, rubbing your cheek against his scruff like a cat. "I'd have my reasons if I did that."

"Mm, I know it."

You slip out of his grip enough to turn around. Jason's got a coy, little grin on, and you can't figure out why. But you suppose that's better than him leaving because of your local celebrity crush.

"You're really not annoyed?" you ask. "Because if you are, we should hash it out now."

"No, baby, 'm not annoyed." Jason glances at the Red Hood bobblehead. His grin widens, tongue resting between his teeth as he looks at you. You feel hunted, but the glint in Jason’s eye quickly disappears. "I think he does what needs to be done."

"Yeah?"

"Sure. Just surprised, is all. He doesn't seem like your type."

You blink, heart beating faster. "My type? Well, I-I just think he contributes a lot to the city. It's not... I appreciate what he does for Gotham."

"Wait." He tilts his head like he's genuinely trying to figure something out. "D'you have a crush on Hood or something?"

You blink, flustered at how quickly Jason picked up on that. How does he do that? "I don't—I mean, I admire him—he's—but I don't even know what he looks like, so—"

Jason's eyes light up, and you know you've made a mistake, just not the one you thought you would. He cups the back of your neck, which always makes you hot and squirmy.

"Oh, you do like him like that. Huh. Didn't know the helmet did it for you. Very interesting news, sweetheart. He doesn't scare ya?"

"No," you say, the word coming out weak. Wires are being crossed in your head between the image of the Red Hood and your boyfriend crowding you in your room and pressing his lips to your neck.

"That's very good to hear," Jason says, and you give in, tugging him over to your bed. He laughs. "Why didn't you want me to know?"

"It's embarrassing," you whine. "The poster was from a friend."

You let Jason climb atop you, permeating your senses with his bulk and his citrusy scent. He carefully keeps his weight off of you, but you wish he'd hold you down. This is exactly why you didn't want to bring Jason over; you don't need your old fantasies of Red Hood getting mixed up with your boyfriend.

"I don't think it's embarrassing," he says, gently taking your leg and crooking it over his hip. "You picturing him right now?"

"Jason!" You thwack his shoulder. You feel it more than he does, probably. He cackles.

"Teasin'," he says, soothing you with a kiss. "But I can get a helmet if you want me to."

You kick him off the bed. "No more tours for you!"

Work runs late a week later, so you're still out by the time eight o'clock rolls around. It's summer time, so it's not the worst thing ever, but you know what Jason would say. Your last message is still unread because Jason works most nights. You’ve chosen not to worry him by telling him you're also working tonight, instead texting him funny Gotham memes.

"Evening."

…Maybe you should've let him know.

You flinch, the voice startling you hard. Red Hood is leaning against the fence surrounding the park you pass by on your way to the bus stop. His arms are crossed, and his biceps bulge underneath his tight black t-shirt. You can't tell from here, but you're sure he must tower over you.

"Oh." Briefly, you wonder if you summoned him somehow after revealing your room to Jason last week. You've lived in Gotham your whole life and you've never run into Hood. The only vigilante you've met is Red Robin, and he's not a talker.

"Hi," you say, a little nervous, a little starstruck.

"Hi," Hood says, letting his arms drop. His posture is easy, but you know better. You know he's here for a reason. "Working tonight?"

You nod. "I just finished. I'm just going to the bus now."

"Pretty late for the bus."

"It's June."

"It's Gotham."

You open your mouth, then close it. Then you open it again. "Um... it's okay. I've done it plenty of times before."

"Plenty of times? Without letting anyone know?"

You wince. "Well, not plenty—"

"Nobody to pick you up?"

You shrug. "No."

"No? Think hard." There's the tiniest edge to his tone.

"I mean, my boyfriend could, hypothetically, but he works nights, so—"

"And you think his job is more important than making sure you're safe? It'd devastate him if something happened to you."

You blink. "I don't—I guess I didn't think of it that way."

Hood shakes his head. Then he pushes himself off of the fence and approaches you. Immediately, your heart rate increases. To be this close to the Red Hood, to have him worry about little old you, scold you for not calling Jason, it's causing a confusing mix of emotions to swirl inside you.

You've thought about how you'd act if you met Red Hood. Maybe ask for an autograph if the opportunity arises. You can't fathom asking him for anything now. He's intimidating. Maybe you are a little afraid, but it's intertwined with other feelings.

Hood pauses. "Everything okay?" he asks carefully. "Your heart rate spiked."

"Oh," you say breathlessly. "Yes, I'm okay."

You can't see his face but you feel like he doesn't believe you. "Sure?"

You wonder if he can see all of your vitals. Can he see how warm you feel? "Yes, I'm sure. It's just... I'm sort of a fan of you. So it's... it's an experience."

Hood laughs. "Fan? Don't think I have any fans."

You shake your head. "That's not true. I know a few people who like you."

He hums and approaches you slowly. You let him until he's close enough for you to take in his physicality completely. He's a couple inches taller than Jason. Not that it matters. Just an observation.

"'M flattered," he says softly. "But if you're jus' sayin' that 'cause you're a little scared, please don't."

"No, I'm not scared. I trust you, Red Hood."

He folds his arms, stretching his neck to his right shoulder. You catch a sliver of tanned, scarred skin. "So soon?"

"Uh-huh."

"Kinda crazy of ya."

You shrug. "Maybe."

"Hmm. We goin' home?"

"You want to take me home?" you ask, eyes wide.

"Not-not like that. I mean, I can't let ya go home alone."

"No, I know, I just... I didn't think Red Hood made home visits."

"Sometimes." He makes an aborted gesture to touch your cheek with his finger and you swallow hard. Your ears are very hot. You might choke on your spit.

"I didn't know Red Hood would care that much if I went home."

"'Course I do," he says softly. "Your safety is my priority."

"My-?"

"Civilians, I mean," Hood says quickly. "'S why I'm out here patrolling."

"But surely there's people who need you more than me. I'm just some nobody going home from work, I—"

"You're not a nobody. Don't say that," Hood says with so much force, it renders you silent. "Got it?"

You nod. "Okay. Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry 'bout. C'mon, I'll take you home, okay?"

You really don't want to bother Jason at this hour. Besides, as far as vigilante escorts go, Hood really isn't the worst choice. Another person might be afraid. A sane person would refuse.

"Yes, I'm okay with that," you say, smiling. "Thank you."

"Sure. My bike is parked down the block."

He walks a little behind you, close enough for you to turn and talk to him, but angled so that nothing can sneak up on you. It's the way Jason walks with you sometimes. You wonder if it's a Gotham thing.

Hood's bike is a cherry red. He lets you type in your address into his GPS. Then he gives you a helmet.

"Safety first," he says. It's the same helmet that Jason wears for his motorcycle. For a second, you swear you can smell his aftershave. Orange blossoms.

Hood gestures for you to get on. He holds the bike steady and it seems like he's going to hold your back to help you onto the bike. But he doesn't touch you, not like Jason does.

"Ever been on a bike before?" he asks when you're on.

"My boyfriend's."

He hums, throwing a leg over and straddling the bike. You blink at the sudden wall of bulk in front of you. "He treat you right, that boyfriend?"

You nod. "He's amazing. I love him."

Hood is silent for a moment, then he clears his throat. "Good. Lady like you deserves to be treated like a princess."

You laugh. "You barely know me. I'm no princess."

"I got a good sense about people. Hold onto me."

You wrap your arms around his waist. He tuts at you.

"Gotta hold me tighter than that. Don't want you flying off. You know better."

You tighten your hold, flustered and speechless. Hood pats your hand.

"There we go. Good listener," he says. "Everything okay back there? You're quiet."

For a second, it sounds like he's teasing you, and your stomach jumps like when Jason teases you. But the Red Hood isn't playful like that, right?

"I'm okay," you say.

"Nervous?"

You shake your head. "No."

"No? Glad you've got so much faith in me."

"I do."

Hood turns on his bike, revving the engine. You squeeze him tighter as he flicks the kickstand up with his foot, pushing off and balancing. He does so effortlessly. Wow.

Hood gets you home quickly. He follows all the traffic laws and doesn't speed. He drives efficiently, like Jason, but he takes it slow on the leans... like Jason. Maybe he can feel how you get nervous on motorcycles.

"This is it?" he asks, slowing down next to your building.

"Yes. Thank you." You wait as Hood stops and gets off first, then helps you off. You take his gloved hand, and he helps you off like it's nothing, bearing most of your weight.

"No more secretly working nights," he tells you. "I'll know."

You don't question it. "Okay. I won't."

"Good. Have a good night."

He starts to mount his bike. You step off the curb, in front of him. Hood stops.

"What's up?" he asks, nodding at you. He addresses you so casually... so familiar.

"Um, I was... do you mind if I ask for your autograph?"

Hood looks at you for a long moment. You lose your nerve and turn around.

"Never mind! Sorry. Good night."

"Hang on."

You turn around. Hood beckons you over with two fingers. You go, eyes widening as he takes off his gloves. He gives them to you. You catch a glimpse of more scars and maybe a silver ring. Jason sometimes wears a silver chain around his neck. It dangles over you when he’s—

"Oh no! Oh my God, you don't have to—"

"Got a bunch." It sounds like he's smiling. "Always nice to meet a fan. Any trouble with that boyfriend, let me know."

You're not sure if you respond, you're so dazed. Hood pulls away from the curb like a bat out of hell, waving at you as he goes.

You're already in bed by the time Jason comes home from work. He comes home earlier than usual, and you're still awake when he crawls into your bed next to you. You've taken down the Red Hood poster, too embarrassed from last week. Jason insists he's going to get you an even bigger poster. You beg him not to.

"How'd you know I was at my place?" you ask, yawning.

"My apartment alarm didn't report anybody entering."

"Still think it's weird that you track who enters your apartment," you say.

"Safety first. You usually don't go to your place unless you're coming home from work. You wouldn't happen to have worked a shift tonight without telling me, would you?"

"Okay, yes, but please don't be mad. I didn't take the bus." You pause before finishing. "Red Hood actually gave me a ride home tonight."

You reach sleepily for Jason's arm. He tucks himself into place behind you, wrapping an arm and a leg around you. He smells like your shampoo.

"Yeah, don't think we aren't done with the conversation about you taking the bus home at night, by the way. Red Hood, huh? Should I be doubly worried then?"

You roll your eyes. "Not on my part. But I was definitely getting a vibe."

"A vibe? Red Hood's got the hots for my girl?"

Jason slips a hand under your shirt to rest on your stomach. He always runs a little cool and it feels good on warm nights like tonight. He doesn't mean anything by it, but desire creeps onto you, slow and thick. You think of the gloves in your dresser.

"It kinda felt like that," you say, a little embarrassed to even admit it. "He, uh, gave me his gloves."

"His gloves?" Jason sounds sleepy. "That's basically a proposal."

"Two centuries ago, maybe. Please don't be jealous. Nothing happened, Jay."

You'd never cheat on Jason, obviously, but you've had a crush on the Red Hood since he came to Gotham. Riding on his motorcycle tonight was exhilarating, to say the least. Still, you don't want this to be a thing. Another guy would probably get upset.

But Jason's tone doesn't change. He's still sleepy and peaceful. "'M not. Might have to kick his ass, though."

You laugh at the thought. Jason kneads the soft fat of your stomach. "Something funny?" he asks. "Y'think I can't take him?"

"I know you could," you say, and you mean it, even though you're not sure how well your boyfriend can dodge bullets. "But, I mean, you're too nice for him, Jay. Hood fights dirty when he needs to. You fight fair."

"Wow. So you don't think I could beat Red Hood in a fight. Way to bruise a man's ego, baby." Jason buries his face in the back of your neck in retaliation. You squeal at the tickles.

"I didn't say that!" you say, giggling. "It's a compliment. You're too nice to scrap with him. Ah! Jason, mercy, mercy!"

"So you're saying he's mean?" Jason asks, showing mercy and easing off. He returns to just holding you, leg over yours.

"Not... not to civilians. Not to me. He's just a little rough overall, I think. But he seemed nice."

"Oh my God, you loved it," Jason says, no longer sounding so sleepy. "You loved being on his bike. You loved him being a little rough. This was a dream come true."

"No! No, Jason, it wasn't like that."

"You got the hots for Hood," he sing-songs. "Hood hots, Hood hots!"

"I don't, I don't," you say, shoving your face into your pillow. "Stop. You know you're the only one for me."

Jason hums, pushing himself up so he's on top of you without putting his weight on you. He pets your hip. "Yeah, baby, I know. Don't worry. Not mad. I think it's cute. You got a little flustered around him. No biggie. I trust ya."

You sigh, turning your face to the side. "He was professional."

Jason snorts. "Yeah, he better have been. Pretty lady like you holding onto him."

"I'm sure he helps way prettier ladies in a night," you mumble.

Jason easily rolls you over, so you're facing each other. He tucks you into his chest, an arm and a leg returning to their places around you.

"I seriously doubt it," he says. You can feel his voice vibrate through his chest. "Everyone knows you're the prettiest princess in Gotham, baby."

You hesitate, thinking about Hood. "Princess?"

"Yeah. That okay?"

"Oh. Yeah, that's fine."

Jason makes a noise like he knows something you don't.

Every so often, you really hate living in Gotham. It's usually around a time like this: Scarecrow has broken out of Arkham, and he's causing serious damage. Everyone has been warned to stay inside, and the sky is hazy with fear gas.

You're mostly worried about Jason. He went out a few hours ago and he hasn't texted you since. You asked where he was and called him a dozen times but he didn't respond. You're freaking out.

You're about to go out and look for him, Scarecrow be damned, when suddenly Red Hood is on the balcony of your boyfriend's apartment. How did he avoid tripping the alarm? You go to open the window but he opens it himself.

Shit. Is Hood breaking into Jason's apartment? Who the hell do you call in this situation?

"Hey," he says, voice tight. "Get your bag. We gotta go. Scarecrow and Ivy teamed up and it's bad."

"What? Okay. Oh my God." You jump into action, running into Jason's room to get your stuff. You come back, about to climb out the window, but you stop. He waves you over urgently. You shake your head and take a step back.

"No, I can't go without Jason," you say. "He was supposed to be back by now. What if he's gassed? He hasn't called me."

Hood fidgets, his whole body restless. He looks around, then looks back at you. "I'm sure he's fine. You can call him again when you're—"

"No," you say, staring those glowing white eyes down. "I don't care what authority you might hold, Hood. I'm not leaving Jason. He might come back here and he'll worry if I'm not here. I was going to go look for him."

"Don't do that," he says firmly. "Jesus." He looks at you, rolls his shoulders, then sighs. He shakes his head and grabs his helmet.

"Fuck," he says. "Fuck, I didn't wanna do it this way. Shit. Okay."

The latches of his helmet click. And suddenly you have your boyfriend in front of you, dressed like the Red Hood. He drops his helmet on the floor. 

Your mouth falls open. "Wh—Jason? What? Are you–you were him the whole time? Are you fucking ser—"

"I know, I'm sorry." He takes your hands. "I'm sorry, honey. I wasn't gonna tell you this way but you're so stubborn, worrying about me and shit. I promise you can yell at me as much as you want after. You can throw stuff, hit me, break up with me, anything you want, just—"

You squeeze his hands. Jason stops his senseless ramble.

"I would never do any of those things," you say. "You don't know me at all if you think I would, Jay. I'm just, y'know, caught off-guard. Apparently, I've had a crush on my boyfriend since he before he became my boyfriend."

He cracks a smile. You roll your eyes.

"And you've been a smug asshole about it this whole time!"

"Kinda," he admits, looking away, and you see how pleased he's been about the whole thing. "I'll make it up to ya."

"Yeah, you better. Where are we going?"

Jason's shoulders slump with relief. You see it in his eyes too. 

"You'll go with me?"

"Always," you say.

He takes his helmet, shifting from your boyfriend back to Red Hood. Wow. "Okay. Down the fire escape. We're taking my bike."

Jason puts his helmet back on. You follow him down the fire escape and to where his—Hood's—bike is parked.

"Your bike, huh?" you ask.

"My other bike."

"Uh-huh."

Hood gives you a rebreather and you take off, headed toward the Diamond District. He goes down a ramp and through some pretty fancy gates. Where...?

Concrete walls slide open and Jason pulls into what looks like a lair. Holy shit. He helps you off and you take off your helmet, staring up at a cave ceiling that seems to go on forever.

"Hood," someone growls, startling your gaze back down. Batman is glaring at you. "Why is there a civilian here?"

Jason takes off his helmet. "Yeah, so, this is my girlfriend. She's staying here, and if you try to kick her out, I'm gonna blow up the Batmobile. Cool? Cool."

"Since when do you have a girlf—" begins Red Robin.

"No questions," Jason snaps. "Not one word. Be nice to her or I'll kill you all."

You gasp. Jason turns to you, pulling you closer.

"No, sorry, I wouldn't do that. No deaths. They would recover from my maiming," he says to you, petting your shoulder.

"Not better," you hiss.

He shrugs, smiling. "'M a man of habit. Gonna try to change me now?" He kisses your cheek and you melt like you always do under his affection. Jason leans in and whispers the last part: "You could. I'd let ya."

"Wow," says Spoiler. Is the entire Gotham vigilante taskforce here? "So it's true what they say about married life."

"We aren't married," you say, confused. Jason grunts in annoyance, cradling the small of your back.

"With how he's acting? You might as well be," she says.

"This is so awesome," Nightwing says, full of glee. "Oh, you'll never hear the end of this, Jason."

"Listen, Dickbag—"

"Focus," Batman says. "She can't be here. Take her upstairs and come right back."

Jason rolls his eyes. "Sure, fine. C'mon, baby."

Robin is glaring at you, which kind of makes you want to throw up. But then Black Bat and Spoiler wave at you, and that makes you feel better. You wave back.

"Batman's really mad," you say as Jason leads you upstairs.

"Yeah, that's his default setting. He's been mad for about twenty-five years. He'll get over it. You're gonna meet Alfred next. He's the best."

"Alfred?"

You get to the top of the stairs and step into what looks like a mansion. Wait a minute. You've seen this mansion before. In a magazine...

"Is this Wayne Manor? What the hell, Jason? Am I meeting the Queen of Denmark next?"

"Again, not how I wanted you to find out," he says.

"I'm–I'm not dressed to be in Wayne Manor!"

"Bruce dresses up as a bat every night. Rest assured that you are the most normal person in this house, and none of those freaks downstairs can ever take that away from you."

You frown. "Still..."

"Don't y'trust me?" Jason asks, tapping under your chin. He towers over you, and now you notice that his Red Hood boots are taller than his normal ones. Clever.

"Yeah, I trust you, but—" You stop as Jason herds you against the wall, helmet dangling from his hand. He looks very official with his guns and armored clothing. His black cargo pants are pulled taut around his thighs, outlining how thick they are. It's just now occurring to you how deadly competent your boyfriend is, now that you've learned that the Red Hood was never that far away. Maybe you should be scared but, well, the wires were crossed a while ago.

"I didn't even suspect anything," you say, blinking at him. "You had me completely."

Jason shrugs, eyes half-lidded. You're not mad. He knows it. "Made sure you wouldn't find out. Wanted to find the right time, see how you felt about Hood. And then imagine my surprise when I learn that you've got his face on your wall, and his gloves in your dresser."

"You liked it," you say, lifting your chin, challenging.

Jason leans in, cupping the back of your neck, lips going to your ear. He wedges a knee between yours. "How could I not? You're so pretty, so nice t'me. Y'like me that much? Want me even like that? Tellin' Hood you love me, God—"

Something beeps, loud and shrill, and you jump. Jason just sighs exasperatedly, pulling out his phone and denying the alert.

"You have to go," you say, suddenly guilty you've kept Jason for so long.

"I—" Jason grimaces. "Yeah. I'll be back. We're not done."

You bite the inside of your lip. "I hope not."

Jason kisses you, hot and hard, and then he seems to steel himself, shifting into whatever Gotham needs him to be. He puts his helmet on and brushes your cheek, then disappears down the stairs to the Cave. You lean against the wall, catching your breath.

Maybe you'll put your poster back up. 

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oh i am in SHAMBLES over this fic. if you love jean kirstein, this is the fic for you! or even if you just love aot! it is so peak i cried throughout the whole story and am currently sobbing over how sweet and how awesome it all came together. 1000/10 would recommend!!

Cherry

Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

Summary: After leaving the underground with two of the people that raised you, Levi and Furlan, followed by a new member to your little family, Isabel, you all thought your lives would change forever, that everything was going to be better. But it seems that living in the outside world brought new changes, problems. Perhaps it’s true what they say, in beauty comes tragedy. Now as new challenges begin to face you in the new world, you’re both left living by his motto, “believe that we won’t regret the choice we make.”.

Y/N character aesthetic

Furlan Church x y/n , Marco Bodt x reader, Reiner Braun x reader , Levi Ackerman x y/n, Hange Zoe x reader, Jean Kirstein x y/n Aesthetic

Family tree

Season 1 spoiler without context

Season 1

Chapter 1- Cherry

Chapter 2- Strangers like me

Chapter 3- You’ve got a friend in me

Chapter 4- Lovely

Chapter 5- Survivor

Chapter 6- Eerie depths

Season 2 spoilers without context

Season 2

Chapter 7- Don’t get too close to stars

Chapter 8- Overwhelming instinct

Chapter 9- You betrayed me

Chapter 10- I Hear a Symphony

Season 3 spoilers without context

Season 3

Chapter 11- Out of the shadows

Chapter 12- Daddy dearest

Chapter 13- The devils spawn

Chapter 14- Violent Crimes

Chapter 15- I Could Fall in Love

Chapter 16- You ruined everything good

Chapter 17- I love you so, please let me go

Chapter 18- Were it not for you

In-between season 3 & 4

Chapter 19- The sun and The moon

Chapter 20- LOVE

Season 4 spoilers without context

Season 4

Chapter 21- All for nothing at all

Chapter 22- One is the loneliest number

Chapter 23- Running out of time

Chapter 24- Underground

Chapter 25- I don’t need nobody to (save me)

Season 4 pt.2

Chapter 26- You know I’m trying

Chapter 27- That dark night

Chapter 28-Enemy

Chapter 29- Promise me

Season 4 pt.3

Chapter 30- Beyond the sun

Chapter 31- The last battle

Chapter 32 War is over

Chapter 33 Where’s my mind?

Chapter 34 Everyday before

Final chapter Can’t catch me now

Levi x Cherry x Furlan tik tok , another tik tok

Side stories

Our little life, takes place during chapter 1

Life Underground, takes place during chapter 1

Jean and Reiner, in the beginning of chapter 9

The dad and the boyfriend, in-between chapter 19

Y/N and Jean, in chapter 20

Reiners p.o.v, takes place in chapter 21

Levi’s p.o.v towards the end of chapter 22

Mikasa and Jean after chapter 22 and after the first half of chapter 23

Reiner p.o.v after chapter 23

Connie and y/n, takes place towards the end of chapter 27, but read it after chapter 28

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PAY IT FORWARD — dad!touya todoroki

there will always be tragedy in loving someone as flammable as todoroki touya, but when the dust settles and what's set ablaze has finally burnt to nothing— you and the proof he loved someone will be there still, despite it all. despite everything.

a/n : know that writing this ruined my fucking life And that i have plans for this. pif verse write it down this is happening. also dee im SORRY and i LOVE you

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you stay in correspondence with shouto for a few weeks after he first reaches out, hearing little things about touya's recovery. about how he still hasn't woken up properly. about how his body is almost entirely burns now— sore, charred skin at least sewn and not stapled. about how he's lost his arm. how he almost entirely lost his life.

you feel like a dog, waiting at the beck and call of a seventeen year old as he updates you on touya's condition— going to sleep every night with your four year old daughter tucked under your arm on his side of the bed and feeling sick to your stomach as you clutch her close to your chest. because you know where dad is, know that he's finished work now. she doesn't, and you've told yourself you won't tell her unless you know she'll get to see him again.

but today is that day.

shouto had called late last night— not texted like he usually does— and talked you through the adrenaline rush and subsequent crash after finding out touya was alive. finding out he was awake. and that he was alone.

sayu— the girl as bright as the kanji of her namesake, the girl who has soothed more wounds than she'll ever understand— waits for dad even still. wanders around the new apartment with you, since your old one was destroyed when gigantomachia tore through most of shizuoka prefecture, holding tight onto your pant leg as you move to start making her breakfast. always wanting to be close to you.

the real clinging had started after she saw the video feed during the attack on jaku hospital, refusing the idea of daycare, and of staying with your parents. refusing to around anybody but you.

it hurts, watching her go from brave and adventurous with every step she took to so cautious and measured in every movement. you hum as she climbs into her chair at the little table in your kitchen, and you settle in next to her as you set her breakfast down in front of her— your own coffee warming your hands as you wrap them around the mug.

"we're gonna go somewhere today, bug." you start as she goes for the blueberries in her bowl first— a small victory, she normally rejects them for being sour because touya said it one time. you take a sip of coffee, nodding as you swallow before tacking on: "after you've filled up your tummy, of course."

she cocks her head at you, white tufts of hair flopping forward into her face as she does, and you push them back fondly. (it always makes something buried down in your chest claw and howl and beg for him back).

"where?"

"central hospital, near where obaa-san lives." the little frown that forms on her lips is almost instantaneous, and you have to swallow back a laugh.

"i don't want to see 'baa-san." you reach out softly to brush a little mess off her cheek, wiping it off with your thumb as you shake your head at her.

"no, we're not seeing her baby. we're actually gonna go into the hospital and visit someone." you watch the cogs turn over in her brain before she, with a mouthful of strawberry, asks.

"who?"

"it's a surprise, babe." sayu doesn't look satisfied with that answer, but you gesture to her bowl of fruit and yoghurt with your pinky as you hold your mug. "finish your breakfast and then we'll get cleaned up."

"hospital is where sick people are. i don't wanna go there." she's staring down at her bowl as she talks, pushing things around with the spoon held tight in her hand before she looks up at you again. "who's there for us?"

"eat, bug. i promise you'll find out when we get there, okay?"

cerulean irises meet yours, big lashes that make her eyes look larger than life batting at you for a second before she nods and goes back to eating.

"okay mama. my blueberries are too sour." so close.

before leaving you'd checked with shouto more than once— maybe more than necessary— that there was zero chance of endeavour being at the hospital, because there was no way you'd ever let him near your child after what he did to his own. not after everything you've heard and seen, the brutal and tragic aftermath in the form of the man you love.

he assured you that he wouldn't be there, that no one beside him from his family would be there. you'd never anticipated ever meeting anyone in touya's family, and you appreciate it not being put on you all at once.

you still feel awkward walking through the hospital, sayu held on your hip and her head on your collar— occasional whispers and questions you answer with soft kisses and whispers of your own before reaching the front desk. the receptionist looks up at you, tired but kind, and asks what you're here for.

"hi, we're, uh- checking in? as visitors, i think."

someone behind you says your name, purposeful and weighted, and you already know it's shouto before you've even turned around. you're sure he recognised touya in sayu before even processing that it was actually you.

"shouto-kun, hi." you hum softly, letting him guide you a little bit out of the way— grateful to be away from the midst of people traffic in the most popular hospital in musutafu. you let sayu down, fine with her leaning back against your legs in front of you.

"just shouto is fine." he nods at you, then his eyes drop down to your daughter, and she offers a shy, and quiet hello. he's already bobbing down to meet her eye with a soft smile.

"hi. i'm shouto. what's your name?" she stares at him with wide eyes as she brings a hand up to her mouth, something to self-soothe in a new environment with ever-changing variables.

"you look like my dad."

"oh." he makes a small noise that sounds like something inside of him deflated. or maybe broke entirely. "well, your dad's my brother."

"oh." she nods at that, like she fully understands the gravity, before breaking out of her shell a little. "my name is sayu, but mama and dad call me bug. you're not allowed, even if you're friends with my dad." he smiles at her, and as you watch them interact you're sure he sees someone entirely different standing in front of him.

"alright, sayu-chan. it's nice to meet you."

"i like your hair, s'got white like mine!" she's pointing at him, her free hand petting her own head uncoordinatedly.

"it does, yeah." shouto nods again, brushing a hair through the white half of his hair before looking back up at you— something unspoken, like grief (grief just like yours), swimming in his eyes. "she looks just like him."

sayu doesn't give you much of a chance to say anything, your mouth barely opening to answer him before she continues to prattle on.

"my dad's busy working, do you have a job?" shouto laughs, something soft and fond as he looks at your daughter.

"uh- no, not yet. i will when i'm a little bit older."

"should get one, my dad's a superhero! that what he does for a job, s'really cool, huh?"

another sad noise claws it's way out of his throat, and he stares at you for a second before nodding at your daughter with the same kind of pretend smile you offer people who ask how you're doing. your heart aches.

he stands back up to his full height, taller than you— probably taller than touya, much to his disgust— and clears his throat before gesturing to the elevator at the end of the hall.

"uh, you two can follow me— his room's up on another floor."

"right, yeah. lead the way."

shouto guides the pair of you onto the fifth floor of the hospital and leaves you in the hall after giving you the room number— wanting to give you space, to allow another family reunion that he's not entirely apart of yet.

"we're gonna go in this room, 'kay? you know why?" she shakes her head softly, looking up at you as she clings at the fabric of your pant leg.

"no mama."

"'cause dad's in there," you watch her perk up immediately, a thousand questions ready to be spewed from her lips before you shake your head and pet her hair gently. "but we've gotta be quiet 'nd calm 'cause we're still in a hospital."

"is he hurt? or sick? s'probably 'cause he's been working too much, mama." your chest feels tight, and you nod at her words. she's always been so intuitive, so smart, and you're infinitely proud even if it hurts. "you should tell him off."

you laugh, a soft and wet sound, as you brush her hair back out of her face.

"okay bug, i'll tell him off for you." she nods, sufficed at that answer, and you brush her hair out of her face again before continuing on. "and yes, dad's hurt right now— but he'll be okay after the doctors fix him all up, okay? so we're gonna be real gentle, 'nd nice and quiet."

"okay mama."

you feel odd as you knock on the door, pushing it open at the affirmative call from inside— the voice, so familiar but hardly recognisable all the same, makes your breathing stutter— and you stop in your tracks at the sight of him. whatever you'd prepared yourself for, it wasn't this, and your stunned silence doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"wouldja look at that, s'that my girl?" his voice is different, but still his— more hoarse now, like it hurts to speak. touya looks more like himself in that hospital bed than you've ever seen him, even with one arm, with no staples holding skin together, and no more black hair— enough towels had been ruined by his attempts to keep his identity hidden from the world. he looks like new, and he looks like home.

"touya," it's all you can say, really, while you stand there as the door to his hospital room clicks shut behind you— all your brain can supply is touya. touya, touya, touya. because he's here, and he's alive, and he's in front of you again.

"where's my other girl—?"

he cocks his head a little, white tufted hair flopping over against a stiff hospital pillow as he gazes at the little girl hiding herself behind your leg— his little girl, who's hiding from him.

he smiles at her, something kind and soft— nothing that the world gets to see, that smile is reserved for his girls— before shifting his expression to an exaggerated pout.

"why're you bein' so shy, huh? s'it scary in here with all the machines?" you feel sayu's fist curl into the fabric behind your knee as she leans her cheek against your legs, staring at her dad but not making any moves just yet. your heart breaks, shatters into a thousand pieces, and you know touya's does too.

you reach back a little, offering her a wobbly smile as you push her hair out of her face and try your best to sound reassuring.

"it's okay, bug, s'just dad— even with machines 'nd bandages. still just him." she looks up at you, leaning her head into your hand for a second before reaching up to grab for it— coming around to stand next to you rather than behind you, with your hand clutched tight in both of hers.

sayu stares at him for a second, like she can't decide what to say, before settling for:

"your hair's like mine now."

touya scoffs out a laugh, a genuine one, and raises his hand to drag his fingers through the white she's talking about.

"it is, huh? maybe i wanted to match you, 'cause you're so cool." she's smiling now, cheeks growing a little rosy as she bounces just a little on the spot.

"can i sit with you?" he's already patting a spot on the bed, shifting over a little to make room.

"mhm, there's a special spot for an insect right here," you clearly don't do a good job of schooling the apprehension in your expression, because he's already waving your concern away with his hand. "s'okay, she can't do any more damage."

"that's not funny, touya." you huff at that, like a child who's stomping their foot at not getting there way, staring at him with wet eyes and a wobbly frown— letting sayu go anyway, knowing she deserves time with her dad. she's waited this long, it's not fair to hold her back from finally getting a cuddle with him.

he grins over at you, sayu already curling up in the space his forearm would've taken up if it was there.

"is a little bit. c'mere, lemme have both my girls close, yeah?"

"i don't wanna be in the way or anything."

he sighs, long and suffering but playful all the same, before waving you over with his hand. you stare at him still, like if you look away he'll disappear and leave you alone again.

"would you just get over here? 'm finally lookin' at you again, just- indulge me, please?" you laugh softly, choked up a little as you finally do give up and move over to his side— not sayu's side, that's hers— and curl into him as best as you can while half standing and half kneeling on the edge of the hospital bed.

"only because you said please." he lets out a quiet, sad laugh at that, leaning over a little to kiss your head— to kiss the crown, your forehead, to nudge your face up to meet his own and kiss you properly.

"missed you so much, y'know that? shouldn't have left you alone— damn it." he mumbles into the top of your head, the both of you now sniffly and trying to keep that dam intact and not have a full blown meltdown in front of your daughter.

"'m so glad you're okay. i was so scared, you know that? stupid man."

"i know baby, i know— never leave you again, you hear me? never." he kisses your head again, arm wrapped around you and hauling you to properly get on the hospital bed— dragging you up to lay against his chest, giving you the perfect view of your daughter like this. and she's cuddled into his side with wide eyes welled up with tears, and when she sniffles quietly touya's head is already snapping down to look at her.

"you cryin', bug?"

"sayu—"

"dad i missed you." she lets out a small sob, and it's the beginning of the end for her holding any kind of emotion back— the rest of her words a garbled mess of sniffles and tears. "can't go to work that long ever again— not even as a superhero."

"okay baby, you got it. dad's not goin' anywhere." he nudges her gently onto his lap, letting her cry it out as he presses kisses to her head and face— and when she eventually calms down enough to be coherent again, she points at his amputated limb.

"where'd your hand go?"

"ah, fell off at the elbow 'cause i didn't eat my vegetables— s'just what happens."

"FOR REAL?!"

— 2025 © pwn. all rights reserved. do not repost, narrate, or translate my works. thanku!

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pls pls PLS send me requests im itching to write for aot and mha but i have no ideas😣😣😣

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꩜ Jason Todd who learns how to take pictures of you through you complaining about angles and lighting. Eventually it gets to the point of you forwarding tiktok videos to him about how to take photos with an iphone camera and tips and tricks of how to actually use his phone.

 His phone was filled with candids of you, blurry and sometimes of unintelligible parts of your body. Even though every single photo he had of you he thought captured why he loved you perfectly, he tried his best to fit his photography abilities to your standards. It started small, just headshots of you in pretty places and then it spiraled into him having a folder in his camera app of just pictures he had taken of you. Ones that you had never seen before, photos of just the back of your head looking at a painting or photos that looked like a professional had taken them as a showcase of love. He learned this for you.

Every image looked real. As if he had a camera on the small, intimate moments in your life. These weren’t blurry or messy, they were beautiful in a way that wasn’t posed, that showed the moments of your smile that had been so contagious that he couldn’t help but smile too.

 When you asked him why—why he never sent them to you or why he took them, he simply shrugged. No response, just a few words muttered under his breath that you were unable to decipher.  His voice raised slightly, eyes matching yours. “It’s those kind of moment that made me fall in love with you.”

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KIRI WITH A CHUBBY PARTNER a blurb

warnings: slight nsfw, thick thighs save lives, gender neutral

i’m having kirishima brainrot rn and i had the random thought about how he would TOTALLY love to have a chubby partner

i can imagine that he would love the plushness of their skin because of his quirk. this dude is so used to having calloused and hard skin, so when he held them for the first time? oh, he wouldn’t let go.

cuddles are his FAVVVV. his head would be on their chest, kneading their thighs like he was a cat making biscuits, or on their stomach, nuzzling into it like he could melt into their skin.

when they’re feeling slightly insecure, he loves on them so sweetly. think like words of affirmation and gentle kisses in between. he loves you and he thinks they’re perfect, so he won’t ever let them forget that. sometimes, when they say they feel like they’re heavy, he’ll throw them up in the air, over his shoulder, or on his back to prove that they’re perfect for him.

oh, and when he’s going down on them? he LOVES the feeling of their thick thighs wrapped around his head because they were feeling too damn good.

don’t even get me started on the bite marks he would leave on said thighs, too. with that being said, he would bite anywhere they would let him. with his teeth and their body? they were a perfect match in his eyes. basically he loves thighs

I NEED HIM SO BAD OH MY GODDD

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author’s note:

this might’ve been a little self indulgent but that’s okay!! would you guys like a general headcanon of a chubby partner for mha (or even jjk, aot, or batfam)? let me know!! im also up for any requests in the fandoms i mentioned!

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BANDAGES AND KISSES a bruce wayne oneshot

warnings: lowk not proofread, established relationship, reckless bruce

you were caring for your boyfriend after a mission, like usual. you often heard the tap! tap! tap! of bruce knocking on your window in the middle of the night. however, recently, this event would occur at least twice a week.

this particular mission had been a little difficult, leading to many cuts and bruises. the worst cuts being on his chest and his hand.

bruce sat on your dinner table that resided within your apartment, first aid kit supplies spread around next to him, watching you clean his chest before moving to his hand. as you did so, he stared at your features. your concentrated face was rather cute to bruce. your tongue sticking out a little bit as you continued cleaning the blood from the cut. your feather-light touch showing him that you were afraid to hurt him further. adorable. he admired your other features; your eye bags making it apparent that you had been staying up late to ensure he was safe.

it made him melt; the thought that you risked exhaustion to make sure he was safe. he knew how much you loved your sleep. but he also knew how much you cared for him. he was reminded of that every time you cared for any injuries.

when you let go of bruce's hand to grab the bandages, he frowned at the loss of contact.

you, having noticed this, questioned, "what is it?"

he immediately grew flustered and replied with, "just tired."

you, not believing him, said "oookayyy," with your eyebrow cocked.

you then started wrapping his hand with the cloth of the bandages, causing him to grow more flustered at the contact.

"just one more go-around- and... all done!" you exclaimed with a smile.

bruce looked at you and your expression just made him melt. in fact, everything you did made him melt.

"now you be careful with that hand, you better be resting it after thi-" you paused noticing his red face, reaching to place a hand on his face, "bruce, are you okay? do you have a fever or something? did your wounds get infected?" you gasped at the last statement, eyes blowing wide.

just before you could check to see if he had a fever, he grabbed your face with the injured hand, and kissed you. he pulled away, noticing your shocked expression. you then placed your lips on his once again, actually relishing in the moment this time. you pulled away with a smirk.

"didn't i tell you to be careful with that hand? i bet that hurt, didn't it?"

"you know, i hadn't even felt the pain this whole time. i was too busy being yours," bruce chuckled.

your face immediately shone a love-struck expression. you then kissed his cheek, looking back up at him, beaming. he smiled at you.

you then yawned, leading bruce to say, "i guess it is time for bed, isn't it?" he kissed your forehead.

you giggled, "yeah. you know, i missed out on my beauty sleep because of you."

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author’s note:

lowk this was reposted from my wattpad account 😛

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DC MASTERLIST

BRUCE WAYNE:

bandages and kisses (to be posted!)

DAMIAN WAYNE:

nothing here yet.

DICK GRAYSON:

nothing here yet.

JASON TODD:

nightmares

home

you drew stars around my scars (to be posted!)

TIM DRAKE:

nothing here yet.

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MHA MASTERLIST

IZUKU MIDORIYA:

nothing here yet.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU:

nothing here yet.

SHOTO TODOROKI:

nothing here yet.

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA:

clinginess

DENKI KAMINARI:

nothing here yet.

HANTA SERO:

nothing here yet.

SHOTA AIZAWA:

wish you were here - series

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WISH YOU WERE HERE

prologue: “wish you guys were here!”

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looking at the message you sent, shota sighed so deep that he felt it in his soul. you see, shota never really understood what the extent of his feelings for his best friend's twin sister actually were until you told him that you were moving to new york city immediately following your time in your performing arts high school. he knew you wanted to make it big on broadway (you had talked about it before), but, for some reason, he couldn't fathom you actually leaving him in japan. though, he can recall your excitement and the spark in your eyes as you told him about your dream of seeing your name in lights.

"-nothing compares to the applause after a particularly great scene, or the laughter after a joke lands, or even the feeling of simply being on stage. it's my dream to see my name in lights and see the audience cheer for the hard work my cast mates and i put out on the stage."

"i don't get it," he remarks.

"you don't get what?" you tilt your head in confusion, an action shota loved.

"you already get that here, why do you have to go all the way to america for it?" he deadpanned.

you snort, "well, it's every theatre kid's dream of being on the big stage. i just get to live it. or, so i hope. i haven't actually booked a role yet, but i'm so sure i can do it!"

you shot him an excited beam and he returns it (but way less enthusiastic- "the shota way" is what you call it), though he can't help but feel a little sick. he was happy for you, truly. but he wasn't happy for himself.

he was fighting an internal battle of begging you to stay or letting you live out your dreams. he chose the latter, seeing as he couldn’t tell you what to do with your life. but his eyes pleaded behind the smile.

you notice this and respond, “don’t worry, sho! it’ll be okay! i’m sure you won’t miss me too much!” you bumped your shoulder with his.

he flinched, his lips twitching, “i know. i’m just worried is all.”

watching his face in curiosity and confusion, “what are you worried for?”

i’m worried that i’m gonna lose you.

is what his brain said. it was his biggest fear. after losing oboro, he fought to make things “back to normal.” he doesn’t want to fight that exhausting battle again. he knew you were leaving for a long time, god knows when you would return.

and the thought scared him.

instead he said, “i’m worried about your trip. it’s supposed to be storming that day, you never know what’s gonna happen,” he shrugged and left it at that even when you questioned him.

he regrets not begging you to stay, even if it was selfish of him to think so. here you were now, landing in america, ready to start working towards your dream while he pushed his aside. because you were his dream.

he was okay with letting go of that dream, if it meant you got to pursue yours.

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author’s note:

sighs my summer break is never actually a break because why am i busy everyday 😣

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— 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢

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— 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘤🙂‍↕️

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giggles my first full fic on here!! comment to be tagged! dividers were made by @enchanthings

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how it feels to successfully find a jean fluff fic🥳

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me when i have to look up “___ x reader fluff” because im lowkey tired of smut…

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my entire tumblr is filled with nerdmin…nerdmin save me…

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i want that cookie so bad💜

A spark of normalcy

The sun dipped low, casting a warm golden glow through the windows of modest apartment. The cozy space was a stark contrast to the chaos of U.A. High and the hero world Shoto Todoroki inhabited daily. Here, the air smelled of vanilla candles and freshly baked cookies, not smoke and battle. [Reader's name], his civilian girlfriend, hummed softly as she rummaged through the kitchen cabinets, her hair tied into a messy bun.

“Shoto!” she called, her voice light and teasing. “You’re slacking on your boyfriend duties!”

Shoto, sprawled on the couch with a textbook balanced on his chest, raised an eyebrow. “Boyfriend duties?” he echoed, his usual stoic tone softened by the comfort of her presence.

The girl poked her head out of the kitchen, holding a bag of marshmallows and a mischievous grin. “Yeah! I’m craving s’mores, and you’re my personal fire starter.” She wiggled the bag for emphasis.

He sighed, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. Setting the textbook aside, he stood and joined her in the kitchen. “You know my quirk isn’t just for roasting marshmallows, right?”

“Of course,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully. “It’s also for making my drinks cold and keeping me warm in winter. Multitasking hero.” She handed him a skewer with a marshmallow already speared on it. “Now, light it up, Mr. Half-and-Half.”

Shoto extended his left hand, a small, controlled flame flickering to life at his fingertips. He held it steady as the girl rotated the marshmallow above it, her focus intense, as if she were performing a delicate operation. The marshmallow turned a perfect golden brown, and she squealed in delight.

“See? You’re better than any campfire,” she said, assembling the s’more with graham crackers and chocolate. She took a bite, then held it out to him. “Want some?”

He leaned forward, taking a small bite. The sweetness was overwhelming, but her beaming smile made it worth it. “You’re going to burn the apartment down one day,” he said, deadpan.

“Not with you around to put it out,” she shot back, poking his chest. “Fire and ice. You’re like a walking appliance.”

Shoto’s expression softened. [Reader's name]’s world was so different from his—free of villain attacks, hero rankings, and the weight of his father’s legacy. To her, his quirk wasn’t a weapon or a symbol of his lineage; it was just… useful. Practical. It was a perspective he hadn’t known he needed until he met her.

Later that evening, they sat on the balcony, the summer heat lingering despite the setting sun. The girl sipped a lemonade, the glass sweating in her hand. She glanced at Shoto, her eyes glinting with another idea.

“Hey, can you do the ice thing? I’m dying for a cold drink,” she said, batting her eyelashes dramatically.

Shoto shook his head, but his lips quirked into a rare smile. “You’re relentless.”

“It’s hot!” she protested, fanning herself. “Be a hero and save me from this heatwave.”

With a flick of his right hand, a small burst of frost coated his palm. He pressed it gently against the side of her glass, chilling the lemonade until condensation beaded on the surface. Then, for good measure, he formed a single, perfect ice cube and dropped it into her drink.

The girl gasped, delighted. “You’re amazing. I’m keeping you forever.”

His cheeks warmed, and not from his left side. “You’d better,” he murmured, looking away to hide the faint flush on his face.

As they sat together, watching the city lights flicker to life, the girl leaned against his shoulder. “You know,” she said softly, “I don’t care about all that hero stuff. I just like this. Us. Normal.”

Shoto’s heart tightened. Normal wasn’t something he’d ever thought he could have. His life was a battlefield, a constant push to surpass his limits, to prove he was more than his father’s shadow. But with [Reader's name], he wasn’t Todoroki, the prodigy hero. He was just Shoto—her Shoto, who made ice for her drinks and fire for her s’mores.

He slipped an arm around her, his left side subtly warming to keep the evening chill at bay. “I like normal too,” he said quietly.

The girl smiled, nestling closer. “Good. Because I’m gonna need you to freeze some popsicles tomorrow.”

He chuckled, the sound rare and soft, like a melody only she could draw out. “Anything for you.”

And in that moment, under the starlit sky, Shoto Todoroki felt something he hadn’t in a long time: peace.