#and like.. stop breathing for a minute yaknow

[mercymaker]

aw what a cute spot for a nap awww 😊🥹😍

[bonchobrick]

Dead on Main au where Jason is of course Danny’s Fright Knight and like all knights do he has a weapon—except it’s his gun.

The batfam + justice league + everyone (except ghosts duh) don’t know that his normal average everyday gun is actually like a super powerful spiritual soul shooter that is, yaknow, capable of blasting someone into an alternate dimension where their greatest fears become real.

So imagine there’s like a big battle where a ghastly ghoul reigns terror on Gotham. The world sends their best hero’s—wizards and occultists are notably high highest in demand—to stop the ghost but, nothing works. All of the weapons and spells and chants fail.

But,

As the fights worsens and the heros scream for people to flee suddenly--

Loud squeaking footsteps echo across the ground. Jason yawns strolling into the battle zone in a ghostbusters t-shirt plaid pants bunny slippers--he strolls up in pajamas--as if annoyed at being woken up and cocks his fucking normal 'i could buy you at walmart' gun at the ghost.

His brothers screech at him yelling ”Are you insane” and to "get the hell out of here" in fear and panic because their idiot brother is trying to kill a real life ghost with a damn gun.

But then Jason shoots the ghost and it works.

The ghost fizzles down with a cry into just a little blob.

The young man then spends 30 minutes lecturing the spirit saying things like “you’re glad I’m not calling the big guy” and “you know our highness would not be happy learning what you’ve been doing” before taking out a thermos of all things and sucking the ghost into it.

Jason then sighs and walks away as if he hadn’t just defeated a hell raising ghost with a gun people can buy off a corner pawn store and a soup container.

Immediately the bat family swarms him with questions

Dick grabs him by his shoulders tense with worry, “Are you okay?”

“Um yeah—“ Jason tries to reply squirming in his hold

Damian cuts him off, “How the hell did your gun a physical weapon hurt that ghastly demonic spirit!”

“Uh that ghost is actually pretty chill you guys just pissed him off." Jason replies plain

They stare at him with a look saying 'you did not call a ghost that has been decimating gotham chill' probably because he did just that.

Tim is the first to break out of the disbelief stupor as he very inteligently says, "What?"

Jason responds easily with a confused quirk in his brow, "Second, my gun affects entities of all sorts, perks to my job and all that."

"How did being a vigilante and also probably crime boss give you a gun that could do that?" Dick asks

Jason sends him a look saying "are you an idiot" as he replies, "Yea, sure, kicking petty thieves and druggies got me my all powerful spirit weapon--No you dumbass, it's from being the bodyguard of the King of the Infinite Realms! How the hell did you guys not think of that!”

Tim breathes in, then breathes out, then breathes in again and screams, "Why the HELL WOULD WE THINK OF THAT JAY?!"

"The--" Batman, suddenly beside them, chokes, "Bodyguard of T-the what."

Jason blinks at his family then his eyes widen, "Oh shit."

"What?!" His family screech in panic

"Oh fuck," Jason says with a growing hysteric smile, "Danny's gonna have a big ol' fucking laugh with this."

"Brother who is Danny!" Damian demands for an answer

Jason coughs into his palm, "Oh yeah you guys really dont dont know. So I may have forgotten to explain some... things."

Bruce levels him with a stare that says "you think?"

Jason chuckles nervously, "So y'know how I'm half dead?"

pause

Damian very eloquently responds for the suddenly dying screaming combusting members of his family, "...sure."

"Well I met the King of the afterlife which is like the Ruler of Everything and he was really cute--" Jason says distant in his own world

"Theres a afterlife?" Superman asks casually appearing beside the emotionally wrecked family

"Yea its pretty cool. So I start flirting a bit with the guy and we hit it off, I now im his zombie ghost knight boyfriend lover for all time. Oh and i got this sickass gun." Jason says with a happy grin

"That is a pretty sick gun." John Constantine nods

"I know right?" Jason chirps

"You wouldn't mind if I inspected--" John reaches his hand

Jason slaps it away, "Not a chance you soul whore. Y'know your basically the tax evasionist of the Ghost Zone right?"

John only sighs and leaves

"But yea so I'm like the ghost world equivalent to married with the king and became his knight and thats how I was able to stop that ghost guy." Jason reiterates as if explaining a simple question, "Y'guys get that?"

Tim is on the ground trying to decide whether; sobbing hysterically, interogating jason to find out all the things he doesn't want to know or sleeping would be a better use of his time.

Dick has decided to blame himself and has started to draft a reddit post in the middle of the street starting with "I (23 m) have a younger brother (19 m), who I used to resent but really regret now, he died and came back and doesn't even tell me about what goes on in his life anymore. How do I fix our--"

Damian is just staring at the gun and... Jason pushes it deeper in his holster and shifts to the side, better to be safe than sorry with this thieving shit.

As Jason adjusts his weaponry he hears Bruce sob in the background, "He didn't even invite me to the wedding! Am I that horrible of a father!"

Wonder Woman pats his shoulder reasuringly whilst the rest of the League seem to be trying to calm him down

Jason looks around tiredly at the mess he had created and decides fuck it

"Alright I'm heading out for the night, you guys get home safe!" He yells and without caring to listen to anyone and everyone voicing their confusion he zips open a green portal and stumbles in

He crashes down on an unbelievably comfortable bed

Danny blinks blearily before sending the young man a sleepy smile, "Hey Jay, what kept you up so long?"

Jason slipping under the blankets with a yawn says, "You would not believe the night I just had."

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Edit: UMM HII The fic is out now here!! you guys are awesome I'll post the new chapter 2 in a hot sec after editting ^^

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Yooo can you make sum smut for engie?

(Love ur writing!!)

A/N: Hi! Engie is so cute I love him<3 and thank you very much for the kind words!

Bottoms up

Engineer x F!Reader

Cw:none, this one is pretty tame guys

It was a boring day. Just like.. yaknow. Everyday at the base. When you weren’t fighting to death over a briefcase, really, there wasn’t anything to do in order to keep yourself occupied. Unless you were workaholics like Engineer and Medic. But even then, Medic still knew when to take a break. Engineer, on the other hand, He probably didn’t even know the definition of a break. You were just trying to keep your mind occupied until your next mission, or at least until an opposing team member tried to strike. But this proved to be extremely difficult. So, you figured it was time to pay your lovely engineer a little visit. You shrugged and started your path to his workshop. You didn’t bother knocking at this point. So you barged in and slowly made your way over to Engie, where he was tinkering with God only knows what. 

“Dell, honey,” you mumbled into his ear as you leaned your chest against his back and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

He hummed “How can I help you, ma'am?" He asked while still working on his little project. 

“After I finish this,” he didn’t even look away from his tinkering. 

You whined and pressed your chest against his back some more and placed more kisses. Leaving a little bit of lipstick behind as you did, “How about you finish something else?” You asked and let your hands slip under his arms and run down his torso.

“You know I can’t waste my time like that,” he said reluctantly.

You frowned. “A little fun won’t kill you.”

He stopped tinkering for a minute and swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath, and then slowly returning back to his work. He was visibly trying to restrain himself, so you pulled away and looked at him fully as he immersed himself in his work. Then you got an idea. You returned to him and pulled his arms away from his work enough so you could sit fully on his lap. Your chest against his and still placing kisses on his neck. You were pleasantly surprised with the reaction this got out of him. A nice bulge formed in his pants, and you took it as a sign to grind a little bit against him. Eventually he bit his lip and placed one hand on your lower back to support your movements. He had fully pulled away from his work now and lifted his goggles up to make eye contact with you. 

“You’re a naughty thing; you know that, Y/n”

You giggled and nodded. You thought you had finally cracked him..but then he lifted you up and began to put his things away. You huffed and crossed your arms.

“What’s the matter, little lady?” He asked as he put the rest of his things up and wiped his hands down. 

“Nothing." You huffed out. 

"Now that ain't true. I can tell something's bothering you" he mumbled. 

"I just don’t understand how you can always work so mu-“ You were then cut off when he pulled you to him and felt his lips make quick work of your neck and collarbone. You let a soft whimper leave your lips, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting them rest there.

 “I’ll always have time for you, Y/n. You know that.”  

You swallowed thickly, and you could already feel something hardening against your thigh. You pressed your thigh against the feeling, and your suspicions were confirmed with a low growl from him.  He continued to kiss your neck, now leaving small bites here and there, and his hands made work of your bottoms. Tugging them down and following them as he fell to his knees and gripped your thigh with one hand and undid his own pants so his hard cock was on display already. You shivered as he looked up at you. Then he dove in and licked a stripe up your slit and lapped around your clit teasingly. His hand was on his cock, and he pumped at the same pace as his licking. You lifted one of your legs to rest on his shoulder and arched against the table as he used his tongue on you. Assaulting your clit now with sucking. It was incredible hot to see this. His hand working himself; you could already see his “working demeanor” fade away while he pleasured you. He liked it like this. Pleasing you is what got him off the most, so this was perfect, and your soft whimpers and moans weren’t helping him any to keep ahold of himself. His licks began to feel more desperate. Your slick and his spit covered his lips and chin, and you were practically teetering on the edge. What the hell? You guys just started.. but hey, who were you to complain over someone giving you an orgasm early?

You gripped the table with a white knuckle grip and bucked your hips uncontrollably as your orgasm made itself more known. His was definitely around the corner too, you could tell by his low grunts and heavy breathing. He slipped his tongue inside of you and then turned his attention back to your poor clit. You threw your head back and moaned out as you began to cum hard against his mouth. He continued to lap at your sensitive bundle of nerves until you were finished. You watched intently as he continued to lick up your juices, and he became more needy than ever with your eyes on him. He was still painfully hard as he pulled away with a string of saliva connecting the two of you. He wiped his mouth on his hand and stood up. He turned you around and pressed you down against the table. His cock was pressed against your slick, glistening cunt, and he slipped in the tip with a groan. You bit your lip as he settled in completely. Wasting no time with slamming his hips against yours. Rocking the table beneath the two of you. He moaned and groaned as he listened to your overstimulated whimpers. Your legs trembled, and he seemed to find amusement in that. Chuckling in between thrusts and sharp breaths.

“You’re a good girl for me; look at you.. so sweet, huh?” 

You just nodded sluggishly as he continued to assault your clenching and quivering cunt. He fucked into you with more hast now. Chasing the orgasm he has built up, and it felt like you were about to cum again too. You were about to burst, it felt like. Your nerves were on fire, and you felt like you could pass out for how this felt. His cock hit your spot in every good way possible. 

“Fuck, you like that, Y/n? You like when I fuck you like that?” He said as he hit a particularly good spot that sent your head reeling. You nodded frantically now. 

“Right there, Dell! Fuck, don’t stop!

He chuckled. “Didn’t plan on it, sweetheart.” He said and continued his actions, not switching a thing until he felt you clench tighter. That earned a wonderful noise from him, and you felt his pace seemingly switch up without him even knowing. 

“Gonna cum..” he grunted out. 

You bit your lip and felt him reach one of his hands down to swipe at your clit. You saw stares and shook as you came right then and there. He finished too, pulling out and gasping as he pumped himself to completion, cumming on the small of your back. You both caught your breath, and he let out a little chuckle. 

“S’that what you wanted?” He asked as he got himself cleaned up and situated.

You nodded tiredly. “But I still wanna hang out with you..” you grumbled under your breath. “Well, how about we go ahead and head to my room for now? You rest up and we can spend some time together, yeah?” He grabbed a nearby tissue and wiped off your back.

You agreed and tried to stand up, but your legs gave out. He felt a little bit of pride strike up inside of him.

“Let me help you, sweetheart,” he said, wrapping an arm under yours and held you to him. You allowed this, and he helped you slip your bottoms back on. 

He led you out of the workshop, and it seemed like you guys caught the attention of the medic. 

“What is wrong with her? Is she hurt? She seems so drained.” He asked and pushed up his glasses.

“Nah, she’s just tired, is all.” He mentioned and looked at you with a little smirk tugging at his lips. 

Medic paused and looked you both up and down. Realization seemed to hit him and his eyes widened. "Ah, I see.. well, uh. I’ll be- going back to my office then,” he said and made a quick exit. 

Engineer just chuckled to himself and helped you to the room. 

[lottienatsgf]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚👼 angel baby - e. williams

“i love you, angel baby,” you hum.

“angel baby…” ellie considers. “that’s a new one.”

“just trying it out.”

ellie williams x reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis : it’s your three month anniversary with ellie, and she has a few gifts to give you.

⋆｡𖦹 ° notes : literally just all fluff, makeout sesh but that’s as far as it goes, use of pet names instead of y/n, established relationship, both of you live in jackson together, i wanted to make this one longer but i really like the way it ends so i don’t wanna mess with that !!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ wc : 1376

edibles and flowers. those are the two things that ellie sits down on the wooden table where you sit. she stands on the other side of the table, balancing her weight on one leg and awkwardly wringing her hands while waiting for you to react. the right corner of your lip twitches up into a smile upon looking at these items, then back at ellie.

“you…uh…you like it?” ellie says slowly.

“i hate it, actually,” you tease. ellie’s face falls, clearly not aware that you aren’t being serious. “joking, babe. joking,” you clarify, and she looks relieved.

“picked these up on a run through some old house. i thought we could try them together,” ellie tells you, motioning towards the infused gummy candies. “i hope they’re still good.” then she quickly adds, “and the flowers are just for you. i dunno… i thought they were pretty.”

“they are pretty,” you tell her. just like you. “thank you, els.”

“yeah, it’s no problem. i wanted to give you something special today, since it’s… yaknow…”

you giggle, absolutely loving how awkward and flustered your girlfriend is getting.

“our three months,” you finish for her. ellie breathes deeply, smiling at you. she hums lightly, walking over to the side of the table where you sit in your chair. a few minutes ago, ellie had instructed you (multiple times) to sit down and close your eyes so she can lay out the gifts. “okay, close your eyes,” she had said. “are they closed? keep them closed. okay, i’m coming out now.”

it was very important to ellie that you closed your eyes, apparently. but you thought she was adorable, so you didn’t interject.

now you still sit in your chair, butterflies rumbling in your stomach as ellie creeps up behind you, rubbing her firm hands on your shoulders and ever-so-lightly over the baby hairs on the back of your neck. her touch is so soft despite her fingers being rough and calloused from years of guitar playing and handling weapons. they graze your skin for a few seconds, just enough to leave goosebumps that ellie definitely notices, because she giggles quietly to herself and says, “you’re cute,” in that tiny happy voice that you love so much.

“shut up,” you croak, even though you never want her to stop talking. you would never want to stop hearing her compliments, her corny jokes, her praises and her embarrassed laughter. but it’s okay, ellie knows you’re just messing around.

“how bout we try a few of these?” ellie suggests mischievously, grabbing the bag of edibles and waving it slightly in the air.

“fuck it, let’s do it,” you tell her, and ellie rips open the bag, taking two of the gummies for herself and handing you another two.

“on three?” ellie holds both gummies over her mouth, waiting to drop them in.

“you’re so dramatic,” you laugh, nudging her in the ribs as she chews on the edibles. you take yours as well, and then the two of you find yourselves huddled in bed together waiting for them to kick in. ellie has turned the lights off, letting only a small sliver of the now purple sky seep in from her partially covered window. she lies flat on her back to the left of you, breathing hard enough for you to visibly see her chest and stomach slightly expanding and deflating with each inhale and exhale. next to her, you lay on your side, legs curled up to your stomach and your head on ellie’s shoulder. her hands lazily tangle themselves in your hair. you know it’ll be a mess to fix later, but it feels so soothing and euphoric in the moment that you don’t stop her. the two of you are mostly silent; every now and then a small hum will escape from ellie’s throat, or you’ll grunt as you shift positions next to her. you think you can feel the edibles kicking in. you feel a hazy sense of relaxation, but mostly just tiredness.

“you feel it yet?” you ask ellie.

“mmm, i dunno. maybe?”

your chin nestles closer to your girlfriend’s body, tucking itself away right in the nook of her collarbone.

“someone must have missed me,” ellie teases, and you can already see the smirk on her face even though you’re not looking directly at it right now. but yes, you did miss her. days when ellie has patrol are always the worst ones (not to mention the fact that she was gone for most of today, your three month anniversary.) she’ll be gone all day, sometimes even multiple in a row, leaving you behind to occupy yourself. of course, you still have work to do, but that work sadly doesn’t include spending time with your girlfriend on patrol. you always miss her and long for her company during those days, but her return makes everything worth it, especially when she’s breathless and giddy from the pure adrenaline of being out or when she’s missed you so much that the first thing she does is envelop you in the tightest hug you’ve ever felt.

“i did,” you reply to ellie, fake pouting. “i hate when you leave me.”

“aw, well that’s no good, baby,” ellie frowns, tucking a strand of hair back behind your ear. “let me make it up to you.”

you hum, repositioning yourself to face her directly as she looks at you with pure adoration in her eyes. “how?” you ask her.

“shhh,” ellie whispers, almost inaudibly. her pointer finger meets your lips in a way to silence you, and then it slowly pulls on your bottom lip, making room for ellie’s mouth to reach yours. her soft, pink lips brush softly against your own, almost like she’s sampling your taste. then, as if she’s decided she likes the flavor, they come crashing into you all at once. it’s gentle and it’s passionate and it’s fiery and it’s intoxicating and it’s nurturing all at the same time. it drives you mad, the way her simple touches and gestures can entrance you so deeply. her hand cradles the back of your head, her other one rested lazily on your waist as it plays with the hem of your t-shirt and slides back and forth on your bare skin. after pulling apart only to breathe, ellie’s eyes stare into yours. her lips are wetted a little bit from your saliva, and her eyes are literally gleaming.

after a few seconds of staring, ellie bites her lip, giggling. “ugh, it’s kicking in now,” she groans, burying her face in your chest.

you pull her closer, secretly inhaling the earthy scent of her hair.

“you’re smelling my hair,” ellie declares. so much for secretly.

“no i wasn’t,” you lie, making your voice high and shrill on purpose.

“fuck off,” ellie giggles, picking up her head and playfully pushing you backwards. in return, you grip her wrists, pinning her down closer to your body. “mmm,” she grumbles.

“you’re so cute,” you murmur to yourself. ellie looks up at you, pressing a light kiss on the tip of your nose.

after a moment of peaceful silence, ellie speaks up. “happy three months, babe,” her voice is gentle and sweet, a fierce coat of genuineness behind it.

you smile, your cheek pressing into hers as you snuggle up next to her. “i love you, angel baby,” you hum.

“angel baby…” ellie considers. “that’s a new one.”

“just trying it out.”

with a soft smile, ellie’s eyelids flutter shut, and she squirms closer to you, your warm bodies radiating heat off each other. your hand finds itself back on her head, slowly tracing each one of her facial features. you draw over each inch of skin with your fingertip, making slow, purposeful movements with each stroke. her breath is steady against your skin and your other arm wraps around her and holds her close as if you were guarding her, protecting her from everything that stands outside of this room.

in this room, with just you and ellie in the dim lighting, lulled by only the sound of ellie’s soft snoring, you are safe.

[levworship]

cw: dom!reader, fem reader, mommy kink, degrading, dirty talk, oral (fem rec), slight mind break, reader is a lil manipulative. just a bit. probably had errors

summary: you find out while on another blind date with one of mina’s friends that kirishima is just the man for you. he wants to be used, and you’re more than willing to use him.

word count: approx 2.9k

“fuckin’ mina. i’m gonna beat her ass.”

this wasn’t the first time your best friend has tried to set you up with one of her friends. and honestly, knowing her, it more than likely wouldn’t be the last time, either. “but he’s so nice” she’d promise, or “she’s just a little shy,” and perhaps the most common line of “you just have to be a little patient with them”

patient my ass.

your damn patience was beginning to run thinner and thinner the longer you sat waiting at the table for your date to arrive. you’re used to mina’s friends not being the most punctual, but to not show up at all? it was almost insulting. here you were, taking the time out of your busy day to spare some of your sweet time with some rando and—

“hey there, beautiful.” your eyes quickly tore away from the spot you’d been staring at for the past few minutes during your internal rant. part of you wished you hadn’t, because you damn near stopped breathing. typically, you’d never allow a man the satisfaction of hindering you speechless, but fuck. the man before you stood tall and strong, the white fabric of his dress shirt clinging onto his muscles in the most delicious way possible. his hair was slicked up in a style that you could only describe as goofy, and his smile? it was so contagious that you couldn’t help but to toss away the piping hot insults you’d been preparing to shoot his way.

“sorry i’m late. was searching all over town to find these for ya. i know mina said they were your favorite, and well—“ pulling his arms from behind his back, the red-haired man handed you a comically large bouquet of flowers. were they your favorite? no, not at all. but you couldn’t help but to be flattered anyway. “had to look all over town for them. turns out they’re actually pretty hard to find around here. can you believe that?” he chuckled to himself as he scratched at the back of his neck. an unfittingly cute gesture for a man of his build.

you grin sweetly as you grab the bouquet from his large hands, setting them down on the table in front of you and batting your lashes. “these are very beautiful! thank you so much, ...um?”

mina always purposely hid the names of her friends away before setting you up, mostly in fears that you’ll end up googling them and find some not so pretty things, just as you had that time when she tried to set you up with katsuki bakugou. (you noted to yourself that day, stay away from him at all costs.)

“ah- eijirou kirishima!” he filled in for you and held a hand out for you to shake. your eyebrows shot up in realization, leaning forward a bit on the table to shake his hand. you don’t miss the way his eyes shamelessly drift down to your cleavage when you do so. the sight made you laugh.

now you saw why he seemed so familiar at first glance. you’d heard mina talk to you about him on numerous occasions. big, handsome, and dumb. that’s how you’ve always perceived him from listening to her stories and descriptions. and if there was one thing you actually enjoyed about a man, it was how simple they could be. perfect for a woman with your desires.

you open your mouth to return his introduction, but he’s already cutting you off with perhaps a little too much eagerness. “and you’re y/n? did i say that right?” he quirks an eyebrow. “uh- i may have asked mina about you already. a lot.” he flashed you a sheepish smile.

talking to him felt like being a kid in a loaded candy shop. he’d be in the palm of your hand in no time.

the rest of dinner went on moderately better than your previous experiences with these stupid dates. kirishima was a bit of a talker, but you didn’t mind listening if it meant you got to watch the way those puppy dog eyes lit up a little more every time he’d begin telling you a story from his hero work (turns out you were just really behind on the latest hero news), only to quickly become side tracked by one details of his story and trail his way to another mini rant.

finally, you figure you’ve had enough of him rambling. it was time to cut to the point. “does it get lonely?” you asked him suddenly, trying your best to hold in a smile at the way he looked at you confusedly. “i mean- not really? i’m a hero so i’m with people all of the time-“ “that’s not what i meant, red.” hearing you refer to him by his hero name sent visible chills down his spine. just the effect you were wishing to have on him. something about your change in tone knocked him from a highly energetic and charismatic sweetheart, to a blushing and stuttering mess who suddenly couldn’t sit still in his seat. and from just one question, too?

he was almost too good to be true.

“no? i-i mean, yes but... i dunno. i’m busy a lot, a-and i don’t really have time for... yaknow.” “what kind of women do you like? in bed, i mean.” you managed to knock his brain around for a second time as he fumbled around his head for an answer.

“i-i guess it depends?” “hm? what do y’mean?” the way he continued to respond to your nasty questions had you licking your lips. you wanted him. badly. in the most selfish ways possible.

“depends on what the chick is into. i mean- they usually like when i’m on top. but..” you don’t respond this time. instead you look at him expectantly and wait for him to continue his previous statement. something about seeing such a grown man grow so embarrassed that quickly does something to you.

“i guess i wouldn’t mind... having someone take control for once?”

everything from that point felt like a blurred flash. you quickly abandoned the bouquet and called for the bill (which he so generously covered for the two of you) and were stumbling out of the door in no time, speedily walking all the way to your humble apartment. the door had just swung open when you were already shoving him inside.

kirishima spent nearly the entirety of the walk psyching himself up for this. did you know he wanted to experiment with this? had mina told you? how would mina even know? did he even really want this? because by the way he was struggling to catch his breath and connect dots in his mind, maybe he’d gotten too far ahead of himself.

but it was too late for that now. you’d already shoved him all the way down the hall, into your bedroom, and onto your bed before he knew it. you were fierce and impatient. and honestly? he found it quite intriguing.

“red...” you drew him back from falling into his thoughts once again, dragging your knuckles across the rough skin of his cheek. “i said, are you sure you want this?” and he swears he’s never nodded faster in his life, already grabbing onto your waist and hoisting you onto his lap. “yes! yes, i’m sure. please y/n?” and with that, a thread in you snapped.

you pushed him roughly until his head rested comfortably against the pillows, muttering a quick ‘stay’ as you began to fumble with his belt. you’d barely even touched him, yet he still lied staring at you with those same big adoring eyes. he was just too cute for his own good.

it made you want to wreck him.

you practically ripped away his pants and boxers before gently palming at his cock. you had expected him to be big, but not this big. he was long and thick, your hand barely managing to wrap completely around it. wordlessly you crouched down and pressed a gentle peck to his swollen tip, the precum that’d gathered there now sticking deliciously to your lips.

kirishima was getting so restless above you that you could’ve mistaken him for a virgin, hands fisting at your sheets with countless pleas tumbling from his lips. “so impatient, cutie. dont you want to be taken care of?” “i do! i do!” it seemed as if he was completely unashamed of how desperate he must’ve looked right now.

but rather than provide the sweet sweet release you knew he was craving, you tsked and backed away from his cock. much to his disappointment. “you know something, red? i didn’t take you for the selfish type. want me to make you feel good when you haven’t even touched me yet? and i thought you were a gentleman...”

kirishima thrashed below you, fingers digging hard into your hips. “i’m a gentleman! i’ll be a gentleman! i promise!” his lip wobbled cutely. you almost felt bad for having to deny such a pretty face.

almost.

he observed closely as you leaned back on your knees, sliding down the straps of your dress and tugging until your lacy bra was revealed to him. you were going to be the fucking death of him. you couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the way he eyed your chest. “i’ll tell you what.” you said as you reached out and pressed a finger under his chin, forcing him to meet your intense eyes.

“be a good boy for me and maybe, maybe, i’ll let you touch. deal?” and kirishima nodded giddily. truly an obedient little thing, he was.

you gave him a large smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes before patting him on the cheek, moving up to straddle his face and... shit. you weren’t wearing any panties under your dress. the smell of your arousal right in front of his face nearly made him overload, wanting nothing more but to bury his face between your legs until you’re heaving and begging for a break. but he had to be good for you. wanted you to rake your fingers through his hair and call him your good boy while he plays with your pretty tits.

“well? dont you want a tas—” you gasp when his mouth is suddenly on you, every sense of restraint abandoned as his tongue slid across and pressed against your poor clit. it was messy, no real technique behind his frantic movements, but he still had your eyes crossing and your thighs squeezing the sides of his head as ear muffs, his fingers squeezing and prodding at the flesh to keep himself grounded.

the sounds that came from your cunt and his mouth were embarrassingly lewd, the sound of his slurping making your entire body go hot. you were so close to losing your composure and letting him have you the way he wants, but you couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. not when you’ve been craving this for this long.

“kiri..” you couldnt tell if you were whispering or yelling at this point, brain all scrambled from the amount of pleasure you were receiving. you nearly doubled over from the vibrations of the small ‘hmm’ of acknowledgment he gave you. your fingers tangle themselves in his stiff red locks, holding his face still to allow you to grind yourself on his mouth just the way you wanted.

your breath hitched in your throat each time his nose bumped against your clit, his tongue buried deep in your hole as he was desperate to taste all of your juices. you could already feel your orgasm creeping up on you..

“oh, shit! just like that. good- fuck! such a good boy” the praise sends him into a frenzy, now using the pad of his thumb to rub viciously at your clit as his tongue fucked into you so nicely.

“‘m cumming, cumming, oh my god!” you’re hunched over now, eyes screwed shut when your orgasm suddenly rips through you. kirishima’s tongue continued its assault on your spasming pussy, the overstimulation becoming almost unbearable. you tried everything to get him off of you to make it stop. tugging his hair, lifting yourself up- but nothing seemed to be able to separate him from you until you literally shouted his name.

he released you in an instant and allowed you to back away to fully take in his form. everything about the sight was downright sinful. your juices covered the entire lower half of his face, and his hair remained matted with sweat against his forehead. and most delicious of all? he still looked hungry. you nearly said ‘fuck it’ and climbed back on top of him again...

but he needed to be punished.

and it seemed that he knew this too, because the moment your eyes met he was already begging for mercy. “‘m sorry! p-“ “i thought you promised you’d be a good boy? yaknow, i’m not exactly a big fan of liars, red. how could i let you have me when you can’t even follow simple instructions?” he’s silent at this point, eyes glued to the ground with an unreadable emotion splayed across his face.

you huffed as you climbed off of the bed, standing on wobbly legs with your back turned to him. you shook your head as you quickly slid your dress back into place. you originally planned on leaving it at this and sending him home, and perhaps you’d consider giving him a second shot if he begged you pretty enough. but kiri had other plans.

he wasn’t quite sure what came over him, but when he realized that you were planning on leaving him like that he couldn’t help but to jump up, gripping onto your waist once again. “kiri! what are you doing?” “please.” he whimpered into your ear, hard chest pressing into your back and his painfully hard cock rutting against your ass.

you probably would’ve collapsed right there if it weren’t for his tight grasp. “please don’t leave! ‘m so hard for you. want you so fucking bad. i’ll do anything, just- please let me cum. mommy.” the word rolled off of his tongue so sweetly, so heavenly, you couldn’t stop yourself from shoving him back onto the bed and tearing off his shirt.

you licked your lips when he was left completely bare to you finally, hand already working at pumping his cock. “suck a dirty boy. men like you are scum, you know that? getting so upset that you didn’t get your way after being so disobedient? i should tie you up and edge you for the rest of the night just for that” he began to mindlessly shake his head, muttering quiet a ‘no, no..’

“however,” you began to drag your fingernail across his chest, playing with the hairs that rested there, “think i’m gonna let it slide this time. well, only if you thank me properly..”

“thank you mommy!” the way there wasn’t even an ounce of hesitation or shame in his voice had you clenching around nothing. denying him any longer was beginning to be just as much torture to yourself as it was to him. biting down on your lip, you grabbed his cock and started pressing the tip to your entrance.

you began to feel as though you’ve managed to completely break him, watching as he continued to sputter out ‘thank you’s even as you struggled to take his cock in your dripping cunt. the stretch was nearly unbearable at first, but you were never one to back down from a challenge.

you weren’t going to stop until you knew you’ve completely broken him down into a blubbering mess for you. until you were the only thing he could think of. until you had him quivering and begging just for you. the thought of making him into your slave had you bouncing on his dick with energetic vigor.

kirishima was a sight to behold, too. eyes crossed and occasionally fluttering shut, panting like a dog as every bit of his stamina oozed out of him and he had to hold himself back from cumming too quickly.

at one point you caught his eyes glued on to the way your covered tits bounced while you rode him, still clad in your tight dress. you smirked devilishly before reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra, tugging it down with the dress once again and toying with your puffy nipples for his viewing pleasure.

that seemed to be the final straw for kiri, as he was now bucking up into you like a horny mutt. “gonna cum so hard, mommy. please let me cum in you. g’nna fill you up so good. wanna make you a mommy. i want it- i want it- i want it...” with all of his babbling you weren’t quite sure if he was aware of what he was saying right now, but the lewd words still had you spiraling closer and closer.

“cum in me, baby. be a good boy for mommy and give her your babies, okay?” you told him as you gripped his face in your hands.

and like the obedient little thing he is,, he did exactly that.

thirsts and requests for haikyuu and bnha are open.

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The angst idea?

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You know the one

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Stone

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Friendly Giant AU

CW: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, angst, extremely brief mentions of blood/violence, mentions of depression(Also this can be treated as canon or not, if you want to believe a different ending that’s okay! )

Notes: sorry :) Also please read the whole content warning before going on, I hope you like it!

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Dead grass crumbled under Ranboo’s feet as he walked through the forest. The leaves from the tall pines around him shuddered and whistled under the frigid wind, but his thick fur kept him warm.

He’d go into hibernation soon, most likely in a few days, so he knew he had to make the trip then. He’d been avoiding it at all costs, but he needed to see it. At least before he went to sleep.

His breath clouded up in front of his eyes as his feet led him on the small dirt path to the graveyard. He’d been to the destination many times before…As his friends, his family, passed away they held the burials in the same place. It was a beautiful clearing he had to admit. But every time he went he could feel the dread building up in his stomach. The clearing took too much from him already, and it hurt to see the graves.

Only a few minutes into his trek, small blue and purple flowers started to pop up across the dirt. He recalled that Michael had planted the blue ones a few years after Wilbur had passed.

And the purple ones…they were added after Tubbo…

“They attract pillbees,” Michael had told him, when the pain was still fresh and his tears wouldn’t stop flowing, “He loved those.”

Ranboo felt a fresh wave of guilt crash into his heart as he realized he’d have to step through the flowers. The wild buds had completely covered the area, and while it was beautiful, to get to the the graves he would have to walk over them.

He hoped Michael wouldn’t mind too much if some of the flowers were flattened.

He winced as he felt more of the soft petals crunch under his feet, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a pair of pillbees fly past him.

“Sorry,” he whispered as the bees buzzed around his face, “I’ll be gone soon.”

He watched with amusement as one of the bugs curled up and plummeted through the air before catching itself and soaring upwards again. It’s small translucent wings glittered under the light like a tiny ball of fire.

Tubbo always loved watching them fly around.

Even near the end, when he could barely walk on his own he’d ask to see the pillbees, and Ranboo would bring him out without hesitation. Tubbo hated how helpless he felt, but Ranboo would do anything to help him.

Even as his vision failed and his memory started to falter, it always made him happy to feel their tiny bodies crawl over his hands. And he’d always smile so brightly when they fluttered around Ranboo’s face.

Ranboo wished he could see him smile like that again. Just once more, but there was nothing he could do. The closest he had to Tubbo’s face were the old chalk drawings Michael had made in the den.

And even they were starting to fade away from old age.

“Come on,” he whispered under his breath, he couldn’t put this off any more.

It wasn’t long before the graves came into view, and immediately he felt his whole body tense up. Memories of funerals and burials weighed down his heart.

The stones were all lined up in a perfect row. The farthest one on the left was already crumbling at the top, a sign of how long it had been there, while the newest one on the right sat pristine and fresh. There was still a bundle of flowers neatly tied up on top of it.

‘Probably from Michael’, his brain input.

As carefully as he could he knelt down in front of the stones and tried to keep his breathing steady. Every inhale felt like liquid fire running down his throat. And the sight of the newest grave made him feel nauseous.

He could do this. He had to.

“Hey,” he exhaled finally, “It’s been a while…”

The wind howled around his ears making them prick back from the icy cold. Tubbo always thought it was funny how his ears twitched, his mind reminded him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come earlier. And that I missed the uh…that I missed the burial,” he choked after a few moments, “I’m so sorry Tubbo.”

Slowly, he wrapped his tail around the base of the stone- it was so so small. Even near the end Tubbo had never felt that small. He was so magnetic and larger than life, it hurt knowing he was deep under the dirt.

If he closed his eyes he could almost imagine it was still Tubbo, his husband and his best friend instead of a cold lifeless stone.

“You know Michael joined the guard,” he hummed, keeping his eyes trained down at the grave, “Sam convinced him to after you passed… He’s doing great; you’d be proud of him. But you probably already know that huh? He visits more than I do.”

Ranboo willed away the tears threatening to spill as his fingers found the human-sized ring in his pocket. It perfectly matched the ring still snug around his horn, even with it being worn down from how often Ranboo rubbed it between his fingers.

“Oh and they finally found it you know…Tommy’s badge. I know you spent a long time trying to find it,” he swallowed, “Some hunters found it in a cave. Whatever killed him must have spat it back up, and Michael has it now…It’s pretty beat up but he refuses to wear any other badge.”

The mention of Tommy’s death was like a stab to his heart. He couldn’t help it as tears slid down his face and wet the ground underneath him.

Tommy’s death was brutal…and the first time he’d felt loss. But it was also the first time he’d really seen Tubbo break.

It was a few years after Phil had already retired from the guard. It was supposed to be a normal roundtrip, the ones the guard did every night, but Tommy never came back.

Later that night Techno showed up at the walls alone and covered in blood. The entire town had watched as he fell into his father’s arms, not wanting to think about what it meant. Tubbo and Wilbur didn’t find out until later, when they got back from his den the next morning.

And Ranboo didn’t know until hours after.

That night the town held a funeral, but there was no body to bury. They’d set up his stone right next to his mother’s under the tree Phil had planted years before.

The tree Ranboo now sat in front of where one by one each of the humans he loved had been buried.

“Sam said I probably have ten more years yaknow,” Ranboo stuttered out as he grazed his claw against Tubbo’s gravestone, “I feel bad for leaving Michael but…I’m happy- I’ll get to see you all again. I miss you so much.”

“Michael isn’t in the den much anymore, and it feels so empty now that you’re not there Tubbo,” he broke, “I miss you so much. I don’t know what do with myself anymore.”

He was bordering on dangerous territory as his mind sped up. He knew he needed help, and that the way he coped wasn’t healthy but he missed Tubbo so much. Sam checked on him every few days, but often he just stared at the chalk drawings of his husband and cried until he fell back asleep.

“Most of the time I can’t even get up,” he admitted sadly, “I don’t want to move because it means you won’t be there. And I know you didn’t feel good near the end but…but I want you back so badly Tubs.”

He paused to wipe away a tear that dripped down onto Tubbo’s stone, “I know it’s selfish but I want you back so badly. I love you…You meant the world to me Tubbo. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Ranboo let his head fall forward as tears streamed down his cheeks. It was unfair. He didn’t know why everyone got to pass on except for him. He wanted them back so badly.

He missed guard practices with Phil and Techno and sitting and watching Wilbur strum on his guitar. He missed Tommy running around with Michael and joking with him as he worked.

And he missed Tubbo most of all. He missed laying down with his best friend and sleeping curled up with him at night. He missed fishing while Tubbo sat on his head and told him stories. He missed Tubbo teaching Michael how to speak and draw until Michael was taller than Tubbo himself. And he missed the soft touches he received from the boy.

He missed everything about the only human who’d ever given him a chance.

With quivering lips he bent down and pressed a kiss to the cold stone. For a moment he swore it felt warm under his touch, and he could almost convince himself Tubbo was there with him.

“I love you Tubbo,” he whispered, “I’ll be back again.”

But only the wind whispered back.

The next day Ranboo went into hibernation for the first time without Tubbo, and when Michael arrived to check on him he found his father curled up around a pair of rings and a small clump of purple flowers.

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Regrettably Attached Pt. 1

Stark!Reader x Loki

Word Count: 2958

Authors Note: I wanna thank you guys in advance for reading this. I haven’t written anything in probably 6 years so it might be a little sloppy. I am open to suggestions and any fixes you guys can bring to my attention!

Summary:; You’re Tony Stark’s younger sister and you are somewhat part of the Avengers, but behind the scenes, not necessarily on the front lines unless you’re needed. This is an UA where Loki is living in the compound living under strict supervision and the reader slowly starts falling for the God of Mischief after hating him due to, yaknow, trying to kill her brother and some of her closest friends, but that quickly turns into lovers(obvi)

Growing up as Tony’s sister was and still is kind of terrifying. Tony has always been such a “smarty pants” for lack of a better phrase. Even with him being a child prodigy, you two have always been close and you would want it any other way. You grew up following in his and your fathers footsteps.

Years past and you have graduated with multiple engineering degrees and even though your mother and father weren’t here to see it, Tony always made sure you knew how proud they would be of you. No graduation, presentation or ceremony went unattended by the now Iron Man. So it was no surprise when Tony asked you to join him and the other Avengers at the compound to help with logistics and help Tony and Bruce create safer suits.

“Hey Kid! Get down here, we need your help!” 

It’s been 5 years that you’ve been living with Tony and still, nothing surprises you.

“Hold on! I just got out of the shower!” You shouted from your cracked bedroom door. You quickly put on some extremely worn jeans and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt that you MIGHT have stolen from your older brother. You cracked open the door once more and yelled to Tony

“Is this a no shoes project?!” You sat with your head out the door tapping your fingers along the door frame when someone threw what seemed to be a wad of paper at the back of your head. You groaned and sucked air through your teeth. “I swear to the gods, Rogers, if you don’t stop throwing shit, I’m gonna curb stomp you” You said as you turned your head to send a glare towards Steve. To your unpleasant surprise, it was not Steve, but the annoying, somewhat attractive God Of Mischief, Loki

“Oh, my dear, Mr. America isn’t the only one who likes to get under your skin” Loki said very nonchalantly while leaning against his own door frame. “Now if you don’t mind. Stop that obnoxious yelling. Some of us are actually trying to work and not be babied by their dear brother.” Loki glared at you from where he stood with his arms crossed over his chest. 

You and the god have never been on good terms, even after the pleading Thor gave you when he brought him back from Asgard after its destruction. You wanted to believe him when he said that his brother had changed and was working towards being a better ‘person’, but it still left an unpleasant taste in your mouth since, you know, he tried to kill your brother.

“Get fucked, Loki.” You stepped out of your room, body completely turned towards the man in front of you. “I have told you multiple times to leave me alone. Tony might be okay with you being here, but I certainly don’t give a shit what happens to you.” You spat at him with venom and malice in your voice. Tony told you time and time again to try to be civil with Loki, but you never listened. You just couldn’t. 

You continued to stare at the slimy, yet oddly handsome man-god thing in front of you and if looks could kill, he wouldn’t be breathing.

“Hey, kid, did you not hear the urgency in my voice or do you enjoy giving me a heart attack?” You jumped when you felt your brother out his hand on your shoulder. “I told you that yes, you did need shoes. Bruce and I really need your help on the Mark VII suit- wait, sis, are you alright?” Tony studied your face after turning your shoulder towards him with a worried expression

“Yeah, I’m fine Tony. Let me just grab my shoes and I’ll be down” You pulled away from your brother and ran into your room, slamming the door behind you. You sit with your back against your door and hide your face in your hands, groaning loudly.

“Why can’t he just leave me alone?” You whisper softly to yourself. You’ve been at such a crossroads when it comes to the trickster god. You hate him for what he did to Tony and your friends, but at the same time, you can’t help but have this… attraction to him. The sharpness of his jawline, the softness in his bright blue eyes, or the way his lips curl up into a cheeky little smirk when he does something that riles you up. It’s been a year and a half since Thor brought Loki back, and you still haven’t adjusted.

You let out a long sigh of frustration as you stand up and walk to your closet pulling out a loved pair boots. After you pull your shoes on, you finally find the strength to walk out of your room and start heading towards the workshop to find Tony and Bruce. You make a pitstop to the kitchen to grab some coffee and a small snack

“Hey FRIDAY, can you ask if Tony and Bruce want anything?” You call out into the empty room while making a PB&J sandwich”

“They both say nothing at the moment other than your presence, Miss. Stark. Mr. Stark said it is very urgent and they need you down there quickly” 

You groan as you toss the butter knife into the sink and start walking down the stairs to the workshop. Once you enter you see Bruce leaning over one of the tablets with his hands running through his hair.

“Alright, what did I miss?” you say as you take a bite of your sandwich, causing the men to look up at you, seemingly irritated. “Whoa whoa boys, what the hell?” You raise an eyebrow at your brother who’s sitting across from Bruce, impatiently tapping his fingers on the desk. Tony sighs and stands up to walk over to his computer, pulling up the internals of the suit

“For whatever reason, the suit keeps overheating after about 10 minutes and we cannot for the life of us figure out why” Bruce says while Tony is flipping through all the internals for you. You can’t help but smile and giggle a little bit.

“Alright kid, what's so funny? Tony asks, slightly glaring in your direction.

“Oh no, nothing. Nothing at all. But, uh, unrelated, how long have you guys been working on this?”

“A couple h-” Tony goes to speak but is interrupted by the suit powering up, seemingly without issues.

“Big brother, you’re a terrible liar. When I woke up yesterday morning, you both had already been down here working on it. It was a simply missing variable and a loose connection.” Tony and Bruce both keep switching between the suit and their respective computers trying to figure out how they missed such a small thing.

“How the fu-” “LANGUAGE!” Steve yells out as he stares coming down the stairs. Tony rolls his eyes and starts going through the internals again before smacking his palm to his forehead. “Thanks kid”

“No problem old man, now go get some rest.” You say, patting Tony on the back.

“Hey, can I talk to you really quick, Squeak?” You groan loudly at the nickname that the team gave you when you first showed up. You were so nervous about making a good impression, that when you started to speak, all of your words got stuck in your chest and all that came out was a little squeak.

“Yeah Cap, maybe if you stop calling me that god awful nickname, like I've told you to do multiple times!” You both start walking up the stairs and you playfully push Rogers shoulder, knowing it won’t do much. 

Once you make it up the stairs, Steve leads you to the living room and sits at the couch across from your favorite chair

“Alright, if this is an intervention, I’m leaving. I get I shouldn’t be smoking bu-” You stop talking when Steve lifts his hand up and just stares at you with a dumbfounded look “This isn’t an intervention, but maybe it should be- yo- what?!” Steve gets a little loud at the end of his sentence, catching the attention of Tony and Thor who are in the kitchen making some lunch

“STEVE SHUT UP” You blush slightly and hide your face in your hands again.

“Conversation for another time, anyways” Steve pulls your hands away from your face and makes you look at him and quietly says your name “What was going on earlier when Tony came up stairs? I was in the bathroom down the hall and I heard you yelling at someone? Was it Loki again?” You avoid eye contact but nod slightly. Steve lets out a small sigh and sits back

“What he did wasn’t even terrible, Cap. He threw a ball of paper at me and basically told me to shut up. I just get so irrationally angry at him for what he tried to do to my family. Tony is all I have left. I know that everyone has told me to make nice and just fake it for the sake of all of us being here almost all the time, but I can’t. I'm just so confused and..” You stop yourself and look up at Steve who is intently listening.

“What are you confused about, doll?” He raises an eyebrow and you start blushing again.

“I- I don’t wanna talk about it..” You whisper softly and glance over to where Tony and Thor are at. As much as Tony begs you to be nice and try to be civil, he would not hesitate to beat your ass if he found out that you were harboring a crush for the trickster. Steve leans in and whispers

“I think I know. I may be from a different time, but I know a crush when I see it.” He pulls back and smiles at you and for whatever reason, this makes you angry.

“WHAT?! You think I have a little schoolgirl crush on that fucking murderer?! HE TRIED TO KILL TONY MULTIPLE TIMES!” You yelled at Steve as you stood up, tears stinging your eyes “I would NEVER mess with the likes of Loki, whether he's a God or a prince of whatever the hell he is!”

“Squeak, now hold on-”

“No, Rogers- Leave me alone!” You storm away from him and go up the stairs leading to your bedroom. Once you get to your door, another wad of paper is thrown in your direction, but this time you catch it. Turning towards where the paper had come from, was he himself.

“Hello, darling. I heard you and Rogers speaking about me” He smirks ever so slightly and starts slowly sauntering over to you. Once he gets close to you, you pull a dagger out of the sheath around your thigh and press the tip to his chest

“I suggest you leave me the hell alone, you psychopath.” You grit your teeth as you finish your sentence and Loki puts his hands up in defeat and takes a few steps back

“My my, little one. I didn’t know you could be so feisty.” He chuckles slightly and crosses his arms over his chest. “I just wanted to have a civil conversation and see if we can come to an understanding about where my loyalties lie and try to get your tiny Midgardian brain to understand that I’m not the same person I was.. Before” 

You sheath your dagger and pinch the bridge of your nose hopeful to fight off your frustration.

“Look, Loki. You may not realize the severity of what you did, but that doesn’t mean I’m just gonna accept that you’re some righteous person-god- whatever the hell you are.”

“Oh, good heavens, no. I’m not righteous whatsoever, darling. Never have been, never will be. But” He points a finger at the ceiling and smiles “I can promise you that I do not plan to murder anyone… in this building” 

You smirk softly at the humor in the tricksters voice and cross your arms over your chest. 

“So how about that conversation?” You gester to him to come in your room but when you look back at his face he has a rather dumbfounded look on his face

“What a minute, 45 seconds ago you had a bloody dagger to my chest, ready to skin me alive, but now you want me to come into your room with you?” Loki walks closer to you slowly still with that dumb look on his face.

You place your hand back on your dagger and laugh “Just because I’m inviting you into my room, doesn’t mean I won’t hesitate to stab you if you give me a reason to.” You wink at him and walk into your room, where you kick off your shoes and lounge in the recliner at the far corner of your room. 

The rooms at the compound were not small by any means. Each room has a giant California king size bed, a double walk-in closet, its own little mini fridge, plus enough room to have 2 Hulks lay side by side on the floor.

You have yours decorated in your signature color, with white accents on the furniture as well as copious amount of liquor bottles on the top of your bookshelf.

Loki saunters in after a few seconds and takes a seat on your bed, directly in front of you. It seems like he’s… admiring you? He won’t look away and seems to be studying your face, how your wavy hair falls softly from the messy bun on the top of your head, how your eyes sparkle with the sun coming through the windows, how your lips are just a subtle rosy color, indicating that you either suck of chew on them when frustrated.

“Are you gonna say anything or are you just gonna sit here and stare at me all day?” You blush softly and stare right back at him

“My dear, if I may be rather brash, it just seems like something seems of worry to you, my apologies. But, yes, where would you like me to begin?”

You and Loki sat there for 3 or 4 hours talking about what really happened when Loki invaded New York, what happened to his mother and how Asgard was completely destroyed by his and Thor’s elder sister. Half way through the conversation, you had pulled down a rather nice bottle of Whiskey and two rocks glasses, pouring both of you a drink while Loki was reliving what he described to be the most painful part of his life. There you sat with the man you had sworn to hate until your last breath, actually feeling sorry for judging him so harshly. But who can blame you?

“Wow” You said after he had finally finished. You looked down at your glass and it was empty. While Loki was explaining everything to you, you had finished 4 or 5 full glasses of whiskey and were starting to feel a little tipsy

“Loki, I am so indecently sorry. All of the times Thor and I had talked about what happened, he never once told me how hard you took everything.”

Loki scoffed a little and looked at his glass “Well, my story really isn’t for my brother to tell, and he never really understood my feelings on the matter. I never really spoke to him about it. It was really only me on my own.” He shrugged softly and finished what liquor he still had in his glass “I really hope this changes your viewing of my, darling. I truly meant what I said. I have zero intentions of harming anyone in this compound.”

You shook your head a little and pushed the hair that had fallen into your face back “But why tell me all of this? Why tell the one person who probably hates you the most in the tower all of your worries and how at fault you feel?” You looked up from your glass when he chuckled.

“My dear, I know you don’t truly hate me. You hate what I did to your brother and the Avengers.” He leaned forward to be at eye level with you and spoke very softly “Do not forget, little one. I can read minds, you know” He winked at you and sat back in his chair

“I- you what now?!” You sat up straight and your face became very flushed. How could you have been so naive? Thor had mentioned it a couple of times that he believes his brother could read thoughts, but you never took it to heart.

“Miss. Stark, it seems as so Mr. Stark is worried about you. He has no idea where you are and I didn’t think to make him privy of your location.” FRIDAY interjected before you or Loki could say anything regarding the mind reading matter.

“Thanks, FRIDAY, can you tell him I’m up in my room? I don’t think I’ll be able to walk after the amount of alcohol I’ve drank” You chuckled slightly and rubbed your face with your hands.

“Right away Miss. Stark. Oh, it seems as if your brother is coming to see you.” 

You internally began slightly panicking because as much as Tony wanted you to be civil, I don’t think he would want you damn near wasted with the God Of Mischief in your room.

“I shall be on my way, darling” Loki stood up and walked over to you. He rests his hands on the back of your chair and soon your face to face.

“Conversation for another time” He quickly places a kiss to your cheek before disappearing in a green cloud.

What the fuck is happening?

[lutbys]

BUTTERFLY CLIPS

Ron Weasley x Reader

Summary: Ron’s reaction to you wearing butterfly clips

“Do you reckon Fred will notice the change in my hair?” Hermione brushed through them with her fingers for the tenth time since the trip back to Hogwarts til now where they were both headed for the entrance of the Great Hall, passing by a myriad of first years trembling in their feet. It was less frizzy than it was last semester and her long locks framed her face perfectly, making the girl look more extravagant than she already is.

“Hermione I’m sure he’ll love it- “

“What the bloody hell is in your hair y/n?” Ron yelled from his seat at the Gryffindor table, catching more attention towards the shy girl than he intended to. His mouth went agape as he stared at the top of your head that held butterfly clips that secured the mess you call a fringe, each butterfly sporting your house color. You felt insecure and started patting the top of your head lightly, feeling for any rogue strands of hair that fell out of its position but by the looks of Hermione’s face, that wasn’t the problem Ron was so shocked about.

“Don’t be daft Ron! They’re just butterfly clips” Rolling your eyes, you and Hermione both settled down on the benches opposite of him where he sat beside an unbothered Harry who had his nose deep into his Defense of Dark Arts textbook.

“Oh, they’re butterflies alright! It looks like a nest up there”

“You and I both know it looks nothing like a butterfly nest you idiot” It was Hermione’s turn to roll her eyes, mentally wishing she had picked a smarter group of friends.

He stared at the clips for longer, completely disregarding his food to observe the plastic accessory. “Where did you even get them from anyway? I doubt Hogsmeade carries this.”

“My aunt got some for me for Christmas and I quite liked it, so I decided to get more in different colors.” You fiddled with your food, the uncomfortable gaze Ron had towards you -or should I say head- made you feel small.

“Ron stop staring and finish eating. I’m not going to tolerate you anymore if you get hungry in the middle of the night.” Hermione scolded, kicking him in the shin as an extra warning.

-

“Do you have to wash them?”

It was late in the night and the four of you took over the common room to finish your assignment because according to Hermione, ‘the earlier, the easier!’.

The four of you had the same essay out- the one Snape assigned last minute in between the many other assignments you had due which did not get a good response from his students-  with Harry and Hermione fully concentrated on their own papers and Ron having been procrastinating ever since they’ve sat down, finding any sort of excuse to not pick up his quill.

“Ron, stop it! You know what fine, I won’t wear them anymore, happy?” you sulked in your seat, refusing to meet his eye knowing yourself well enough to know that tears were going to well in your eyes any second now.

“Wait, no! Don’t.” this caught them all off guard as they gawked at the flustered ginger boy in confusion. “I quite like it” your cheeks started to heat.

“Would you look at that, Ron is fond with the butterbeer clip” Harry said smugly, smirking at his best friend, a knowing glint in his eye.

“Butterfly!”

-

“Does it hurt?” you rolled your eyes and shifted your gaze from the fireplace to the boy sitting a cushion away from you.

“What do you mean Ronald?” you sighed, watching him avert his gaze from object to object trying to mentally form a coherent sentence. It was cute to see him so flustered as he ringed his fingers together with the glow of the fire that illuminated the dark common room covering his blush ever so smoothly.

“Like doesn’t it hurt because the clip is gripping onto your scalp?” he asked nervously as you giggled at the comment, “I dunno how clips work, I don’t wear them yaknow?” he defended.

“You wanna try it?” his eyes glimmered from curiosity to fear as he watched you jump towards him and grabbing hold before taking out the clips from your hair and transferring them to his.

“y/n what are you doing!” he giggled from your touch, your hands fiddling with his hair and clipping them back as neat as possible. His hands found their way to your waist to stable you and it was only then you realized how you were both positioned; your legs were straddling him with his front is flush against yours, your heartbeats in sync. Your breath hitched as his hands squeezed your waist, his thumbs lightly stroking over the fabric of your uniform.

It was overwhelming to see him in this light, with the crackling fire highlighting his features, the orange glow bringing out the color in his eyes. He was irresistible. Your eyes flickered down to his lips; pink and slightly chapped. As if on cue, he licked them, causing them to glisten in anticipation. You looked back into his eyes to see he was already looking at you, his eyes a shade darker than a second ago. He brought his right hand up, leaving a ghost on your waist as he reached up between both of your bodies and finally stopping at your face, caressing your cheeks then, letting his thumb brush against your bottom lip, leaving the skin he once touched tingly.

You hovered your lips near his, so close that your bottom lip was merely connected with his and your breaths mingled. The hesitation that coursed through your veins were long gone as you connected your lips with his, smiling internally as he catches on. They both melded together like solder, your bodies enveloping into one as your lips moved in a rhythm that felt just right.

And it felt just right for the rest of the night, 

a/n: I have to admit, I did edit this when I was half asleep and in the middle of a class so.... lets be nice. Tenk u. Luv u <3.

[chokemeanakin]

I had a sudden thought. So I haven’t had my period in over a year (yay IUD). But I had the absolute worst mood swings and the first 3 days the cramps would be so bad I had to have some sort of heat pad. I hated not being able to have a bath.

How do you think Anakin would help with those nasty moods or cramps? I’m willing to bet he’d never leave your side and give the strongest snuggles just take your mind off of everything.

AYYOO this has been in my inbox for a long time now but I wanted to take my time with this so lo siento about the wait bb 💖

But this morning I had the WORST cramps so I think that was a sign to get my ass on it 😍

Ok so first of all, I think he’d be very very confused at the mood swings. One minute you’re fine, the next someone could literally breathe in your direction and you’d be like “yo shut the actual fuck up your existence was a mistake 👹👹👹” and he’d just be like “👀😯🤭” and not say anything at first until you probably make someone cry.

And then I think he’d kneel by your side and be like “hey baby I know you’re going through a tough time right now but I think it’d be better for everyone if you took a nap or something...”

And then that would just make you cry and cry and cry, and feel like the shittiest person ever because if Anakin mf Skywalker, King of Dramatics, has to tell you to calm down... well... you must have been awful.

And so you’re crying and trying to hide from him cause you feel so bad and blubbering all “get away from me I suck im sorry I’m such an awful person oh no” but he’s there tugging your arms away from your face and wiping your tears like “no no no it’s okay you’re okay I didn’t meant it like that— 🥺”

And then you turn to him with a tear streaked face and go “well fuck you then for making me feel like shit!!” And I definitely think he would discover you had a pretty colorful mouth at this point.

But my god he’s just confused now cause what did he say?? It doesn’t really matter cause now you won’t talk to him and you’re still crying a little but your stomach rumbles so he just gets up make you some food cause he knows you’re not actually angry at him 🤷🏼‍♂️

And then while you’re eating you’d mellow out a bit, even laugh at something on the tv. But after you finish you’d get kinda sad and grumpy again cause wtf you’ve been hopping from bed to couch back to bed for two days now and you’re getting real sick of it and there’s barely anything to watch anymore and you want a bath and the mf cramps are hitting again—

And when he sees that I think he’d take your food and set it out of the way so you can curl up with your heating pad, and he’d sit on the edge of the bed and stroke your hair for a while until the worst ones pass, yaknow the ones where it’s like if anything touches you you might combust.

And a few minutes in I think you’ll be so miserable that you don’t even care how pathetic it is to ask him to lie with you, you’ll just mumble like “can you come here please” and he’ll know thats code for “come hold me or I might die” so he gets on the bed with you and probably has you sit in between his legs so he can hold the heating pad to your stomach and rub it up and down and whisper soothing things in your ear as you tense up in his arms and ride out the cramps.

He hates seeing you that way, especially when there’s not much he can do but hold you and maybe use a little bit of the force to take some pain away but it’s not enough, or at least he thinks so.

But for you, it’s nice just to have him here because he’s saying things like “you’re okay, I’m here, I’ve got you..” and “I’m sorry, I know it hurts, it’ll be over soon” and “it’s okay you can squeeze my hand— ow okay, other hand”.

And he’s also trying to distract you, his hands on your arm rubbing circles into your skin, his lips by your neck tickling it as he talks to you, maybe holding a holopad in front of you and playing a stupid game with you.

But if it hurts too bad and you just curl up in his arms and bury your face in his chest he’ll settle for rubbing your back and holding you gently and resting his head on top of your hair as you shiver through the pain.

And you might say something like “fuck me fuck me fuck me this is so unfair” he’ll be like “I know I know I’m sorry” or “fuck you you suck” he’s like “yeah yeah I know” or “this is awful I hate everything” “it’ll get better soon I promise”

BASICALLY he takes everything in swing. Kind of absorbs all your nasty words if you’re in that mood, wipes your tears when you’re crying, and also feels really bad the whole because I will die by this— Anakin is the biggest sucker for tears. And he’ll wait on you hand and foot, get you anything you need, carry you from bed to couch to anywhere else you might want to go, holds you when you want him and watches you sleep when you don’t, etc.

And secretly you feel bad for being sort of a nightmare to deal with but you’re really trying to be nice, it’s just a shitty situation. So in the quiet moments you’ll be like “I’m sorry for all this” but he’ll just hush you and be like “I’m just happy I get to spend time with you 🥰”.

Which is like— 🥺 bro stop.

••••

On the flip side I think at one point he might get annoyed at you, crying and complaining that everything sucks and you wanna rip your organs out and “go away I wanna be miserable in peace maybe I should just succumb to the pain—“

You’ll throw your heating pad to the floor, but he’ll come barging in like “stop that, you need this” and try to put it back on you, but you’re just shoving it away and burying yourself under the covers like “no I’m sick of this lemme die” and he’s like “don’t be such a baby, put it back on” “go AWAY” “not until you put it on” “I DONT WANT IT ANYMORE 👹” “you’re hurting I can feel it” “ANAKIN MF I WILL PUNCH YOU 👹👹👹” “come out here and do it then baby 🙄”

So you rip the covers off and he uses some fkcn twai con doe move (ignore the way I spelled that I’m illiterate) to pin you to the bed and strap the heating pad back onto you and then he’s wrangling your punching and kicking limbs to the bed all pissed off but worried like “😠KNOCK IT OFF you’re going to hurt yourself!!” And then another bad cramp hits you and you kind of deflate like “ow.. 🥺”. And he’s like “I told you 😑 now come here.” And he takes you in his arms while you clutch at his robes and apologize.

Yeah u suck but he knows you can’t really help it so he tries to be patient and honestly, he’s good at it when he tries 🤷🏼‍♀️💖

[anothertimdrakestan]

Hot Stuff (Tim Drake x Reader)

Words: 3k

Req: “can you do a fic where the reader has to get protected and she doesn't want to and thinks it's dumb but like otherwise someone is gonna try to kill her so a batboy (of your choice) has to protect her and they like realize they like each other? i just think it would be really cute sorry haha you can ignore me.”

I’m not gonna ignore you!!! this is adorable! also i let ppl vote not knowing the prompt and they picked tim hehehe so this will be fun! you really left me a LOT of creative freedom lmao so i tried my best but had a lot of fun lolz hope you enjoy angel!

It had been at least 5 years since you had ever shivered. And the last time it happened you were like 20 seconds away from dying so the fact that it was becoming a common feeling was definitely a problem. But your near death every couple minutes was a pretty dumb excuse to get you holed up in the batcave being watched over by none other than Mr. Batman himself. 

The whole problem arose when all the cold-powered super villains decided it was time for their equivalent of a crossover, deciding that if the world was frozen over they could... steal shit? Then unfreeze it or something? They were always a little slow (call it brain freeze if you will) but the beginnings of their plan worked and the temperature of the Earth was dropping steadily which didn’t bode well for a hero like you who’s powers revolved around heat and energy, the colder you got the weaker- making this the reason you were in a makeshift furnace set up discreetly in the Batcave. 

“Morning y/n let’s see how you’re doing” Tim greeted you with a wave, grabbing a tablet that was tracking your internal body temperature and other boring statistics on whether or not you’d live. “Oh man, okay, lemme turn it up” Tim tapped at the tablet while you folded another paper airplane and threw it at the glass. “I feel fine man, like really, I’m just chilling” you shrugged, incinerating the paper airplane with a small flame in the center of your palm while Tim chuckled. “Well ya see, you ‘chilling’ is actually quite a bad thing, but yeah a couple minutes with extra heat and you can come to breakfast!” you rolled your eyes at his smothered laughter. “How long you been sitting on that one?” you teased him. 

“Long enough Sparky, now warm up I’m hungry” Tim started you on a burst of energy while he moved on to the main BatComputer. “Whatcha solving today? Anything I can help with?” you squinted at the screen hoping for something interesting. “Bruce is going out to see if he can find the location of all the machines dropping the temp, and no, you’re definitely not going outside anytime soon” Tim chided you while you groaned and let sharp flames jutt from your clenched fists. “I’m not a child, I can regulate my temperature on my own, hell I can still make fire so clearly I’m fine” you said matter-of-factly holding up a flame and letting it dancing into a small burst. 

“And I’d like to keep you that way y/n let’s not risk it, now c’mon I think you’ve taken in enough energy” Tim opened the door to your little glass room, his eyes widening at the heat that brushed over his face. “Dude you ever got hot in there?” Tim questioned, fanning his face from the exposure. “Nope, I’m kinda like that all the time” you explained, casually taking his hand to show him how your skin practically radiated heat. “Oh- wow, you’re really warm but it’s kinda cool.” Tim mumbled, pushing your palm flush up against his, the tops of his fingertips curling around yours while he grinned, “your hands are so small” you snorted, “whatever Drake, I could cook you like a bird if I wanted to,” you laughed, racing up the steps towards the kitchen ready to warm up some breakfast.

That afternoon you were helping Damian through homework hoping for any excitement in the pure boredom. “Alright, done. I’m going to take Titus out you can come- uh actually nevermind.” Damian shot you an apologetic look before grabbing Titus’ collar. “No actually I can go! I’m super warm and got the go ahead!” You quickly stood up, telling yourself a little getaway was necessary. “Really? I believe Drake said-” you cut Damian off, “Tim is like never right about anything yaknow? Let’s go!” You zipped up a couple of your jackets with a grin while Damian led you outside. 

The air was crisp, like a fall day that was on the verge of shifting into winter. “You’re not going to die on me are you?” Damian glanced at you while you breathed in the fresh air peacefully. “No haha, this is just regulating my temperature using my powers for a little while, I get ill when I do it for too long, let’s go!” you raced down the street loving the freedom even though you could feel the cold creep in. 

“Y/n? Y/n? Guys I think her eyelids are moving! Y/N! Can you hear me?” a familiar voice buzzed over the white noise while you began to regain your senses. Slowly you blinked your eyes open to see Damian, who looked pissed, Bruce, who also looked pissed, and Tim, who looked worse than ever. “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING YOU LIED TO DAMIAN TO GO OUTSIDE THEN ALMOST DIED!” Tim was waving his hands and showing you charts of your warmth-cold ratios being at all time lows and spouting off concerning facts about your health while Bruce just looked at the ceiling asking ‘why me’. 

“I thought I’d be fine” you whispered, feeling your throat scream at it’s use. “It’s like freezing outside- freakin colder than winter- and you wanted to go outside???” Tim looked exasperated, he was in a loose tank top and shorts, it looked like he’d been sweating so he had probably been next to you for a while during your recovery. “I didn’t think I’d get so cold” you mumbled, flexing your hands while you tried to regain your strength. 

Eventually Tim calmed down, he went back to working on cases but you noticed him frequently checking to confirm you hadn’t left your new room. Damian chastised you for lying and told you how you essentially fainted a couple blocks into the walk, it was just way too cold too for you to function outside. But the small taste of freedom was worth it. 

“Hey hot stuff,” Tim gave you a little devilish smile at his new nickname for you. “Cute Drake, but what’s up?” you called back as he approached your makeshift oven-room. “Nothing much just thought I’d come hangout- warm up your cold dark heart for once” you shook your head at all his heat-centered puns. “Tough talk for a glorified shish-kebab” you said with a laugh, letting a little spark dance on your finger tips. 

“What does it feel like? The powers and being cold?” Tim asked, his eyes still staring at your palm. “Mhm it’s a part of me yaknow? So when it’s cold its like a piece of my being is being stifled, like choked out of me. But normally, it just flows through me and I can channel it and what not but right now it feels... rigid, like every ounce of warmth is being used to circulate through my own body” you said with a sign, missing the freedom and immense warmth. “We’re gonna fix this y/n you know that right? This is only temporary, I promise.” Tim whispered, inching closer to the glass. 

You felt a tear slip out, quickly you pushed it away feeling it evaporate in your hands you looked up at Tim who was inches from the glass, his cheeks were red from the heat radiating on him as he stood bundled in a sweater. Slowly he gave you a hopeful smile, putting his hand up against the glass. With a small smile you uncurled your hand up to meet his, for a second you just met his eyes and knew you were safe. Even when everything seemed so cold Tim was warm, and he was always there for you. 

A couple days later you were stable, but constantly needing reheating. You’d spent a lot of time with Tim who had set up a little workspace outside your room. He’d work on cases and talk to you, sometimes he’d catch a few minutes of sleep, his cheek pressed adorably up to the warm glass while you stifle giggles as his sleepy breaths fog the glass. Your situation was bearable with Tim, and you were really starting to enjoy his company.

“Red Robin we’ve got something” you watched Tim shoot up from his work as Bruce descended into the Batcave. “Barry Allen and the rest of Star Labs have reason to believe the frost machines aren’t actually underground, but their above us. Think pumping out cold air like an AC machine for the Earth” Tim nodded, sitting down at the batcomputer as he began typing rapidly. You were straining your neck against the glass to try to see what he was doing. 

“Got it, try here, here, and here” Tim was pointing wildly at a map while Bruce sent out the coords. “Suit up, if we’re right this’ll be a real fight” Bruce said as he left to go get the others. After Tim was in his suit he came up next to your room with a grin. You looked at him with hopeful eyes, “you think this is it?” you asked Tim while he flashed you a hopeful smile. “I hope so y/n, if we’re lucky this will be it” he answered, taking a deep breath and clenching his hands into fists. “Well you need extra luck” you told him, he nodded then stopped short when you burst out of the room, throwing your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “My hugs are super lucky” you whispered into his chest while his hands wrapped around your back. “I’ll take all the luck I can get” he mumbled, lowering his head into the crook of your neck. The hug was easy and perfect- until you started to shiver. Quickly Tim deposited you back into your room, turning up the heat. 

“Guess I’m not hot enough for you” Tim snorted while you rubbed your shoulders. “Shut up dork, now go fix the world so I can give you a proper hug” you placed your hand against the glass again. With a nod he placed his hand to yours, “will do” he said, dashing off towards Bruce and Damian who were also all suited up. 

“Y/n I must inform you they have in fact found the base and will be going into battle shortly” Alfred called from the computers while he monitored the team’s location. “Yes!” you shouted, pumping a fist in the air while you paced around your room. 

The plan was clear, there were 10 giant AC machines pumping out the frost across the world, some heroes had been separated into teams each tasked with taking out their respective machine then any hero strong enough to lift the machines were in charge of bringing them to an undisclosed location on one of Bruce’s private islands for inspection and dismantling. Alfred had Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian’s vitals displayed on the screen as their suits were consistently monitoring them and you’d been craning your neck to keep track of the little bars. “god Alfie how do you take it? You can see every hit they take, every injury, you’re basically looking at it all going wrong!” you felt like tearing your hair out, watching the screen light up with every hit each boy took. 

“You get used to it Ms. Y/n you must have faith that they’ve seen worse and can survive anything” Alfred answered cooly but it didn’t stop you from wincing everytime Tim’s bar lowered or lit up meaning he took a hit. 

Over the comms you heard Bruce and Damian confirm their machine was sufficiently broken, as well as 8 of the other machines. As it turned out, Tim, Dick, and one of those annoying speedsters had been sent to the head machine, a few members of the league were at the other. You watched Tim take hit after hit, clearly him and Dick were struggling. “Alf is it just me or are Tim and Dick’s bars not going up” you were pounding at the glass of your room. Slowly Alfred nodded, abruptly standing up. To your shock he began moving around the cave, setting up what looked like a makeshift hospital room. “There will almost assuredly be some injuries after this battle. But how are you feeling Ms. Y/n as over half of the machines have been taken down” Alfred drew you away from the flashing bars as you realized you were feeling better, still not top shape but better than you’d been in days. “Yeah you’re right I’m definitely feeling better-”

“Hey Alfie Tim just got buried in snow any recommendations?” you heard Dick’s voice come over the speakers. Your head whipped to his bar which was flashing wildly as you shrieked. Alfred replied quickly, “Master Dick you must remove him immediately and wrap him with something warm as his suit cannot regulate him in freezing temperatures.” as he made his way back to the batcomputer, talking Dick through his next actions. 

“Will do, he’ll be okay but he’s kinda a popsicle right now” Dick’s voice came over the comms again while you let out the breath you’d been holding in as you saw Tim’s bar sliding back up. Shortly after they were aided by the rest of the league, promptly taking out the final machine and finding the villains hiding inside. 

Dick, Tim, and Damian returned to the cave shorty, Bruce was busy with league business interrogating the villains. Damian came in first, declaring he now hated the cold after how freezing that mission was. Following him was Dick who was walking with a slight limp as he called to Alfred explaining that he just twisted it when he dug Tim out of the snow. And last, Tim made his way into the cave. His hair was wet, clearly melted from being buried under snow. He was wearing a Star Labs sweatshirt and sweatpants as he held his waterlogged suit in his slightly shaky hands, and a towel was draped over his shoulders. “Alf you want my suit? Pretty sure I fried half the tech” he called as he shook his head, little water droplets flying from his hair. “I’ll see to it’s repair Master Tim” Alfred nodded, gesturing for Tim to place it next to him. “Also, might I recommend you spend some time with Miss Y/n as she is quite capable of warming you up” Alfred gestured towards your room before going back to examining Dick’s ankle. 

Tim nodded in agreement, giving you a little wave as he stumbled into the room with you. Letting the relief flood your head you quickly brought him into a warm hug, focusing on pushing some of your energy forwards to warm him up. “Mhm” Tim’s eyelashes fluttered shut against your neck while he melted into your embrace. “You’re so cold” you whispered with a giggle. “Yeah and you’re really hot” Tim groaned in reply, though you could feel his lips curl into a smile against your neck. “I think you meant warm” you tried to ignore the butterflies having a rager in your stomach. “Hm no I said it right” Tim whispered in your ear making your eyes widen at his upfront response. “Oh, I- uh, thanks? I think you’re pretty cool- no not cool cuz like that’s the opposite of hot- yeah you’re-” you were silenced as Tim pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes shot open at the feeling of his ice cold lips pressed to yours but they quickly fluttered closed when his hand wrapped around the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss. His lips quickly warmed up against yours making your breath hitch when he slipped a cold hand around your waist pulling you flush against him. His fingers felt like ice as they grasped your back but you couldn’t but melt into his touch. 

You pulled away first, taking in gasping breaths while you couldn’t help but grin. “You warm yet?” you teased, pulling his hand away from your back and placing your hand in his, giving it a warm squeeze. “Mhm one more kiss” he pouted, leaning down to place a smiling kiss onto your lips while you scrunched your nose. “I should seriously freeze to death more often if it means I get to kiss you” Tim said while you rolled your eyes. “Or you could just not die and I might give you a good-job kiss?” you offered with a grin. “Will do” Tim nodded, giving your hand a squeeze. 

“Goodbye oven!” you shouted, practically kicking the door open as you finally got to leave the cramped room behind. Just a day later the Earth had returned to average temperature and you were free. “I am SO ready to go home, not that I didn’t like it here” you said, giving Tim a little smile as Bruce return all your belongings after a little over a week in Bat-Solitude. “Come back soon though?” Tim piped up with a hopeful looks. “Definitely, I won’t give you the cold shoulder” you snorted at your own joke while Damian groaned, saying something about being happy he’ll be free of your puns. 

Tim walked you out, chatting your ear off about his next cases and all the time he had to come see you, over the course of the frozen-adventure you’d found a best friend and possibly something more, maybe the oven was worth it after all? 

“Okay, so I’ll see you in a couple days?” you grinned as Tim nodded. “Yup! Now before you go, I need another good luck hug- they definitely work wonders seeing as last time I got buried in snow” Tim laughed, wrapping his arms around you as he chuckled into the hug. “Not my fault you turned into a snowman Drake” You gave him a squeeze before pulling away, locking eyes with him. His hand slipped to your chin again, but this time you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him in for a goodbye kiss, loving the way sparks danced on your lips. Pulling out of the kiss as the car arrived Tim opened the door for you like the gentleman he is, giving your hand a squeeze.

“See you later hot stuff” Tim winked at you, shutting the door and waving as you drove away, shaking your head at his never ending puns, you smiled to yourself as soon as he was out of view, loving the idea that you’d get to tease that cute dork for the rest of your life. 

[ibelieveindragons141]

Escape from Boiling Rock

Summary: You and Zuko are reunited in a cell together on Boiling Rock.

Zuko x reader

Word count: 1687

Loud sounds coming from the corridor woke you up. Hearing shouting from outside your cell door was normal, but you couldn’t shake the thought that one of the voices sounded... familiar. Shaking the ridiculous thought from your mind, you turned over and shut your eyes again, hoping against hope for a good night’s sleep.

Suddenly the cell door was thrown open and someone was thrown inside. You startled up and stared at the guard, mouth agape.

“All outta room with the war prisoners coming tomorrow, so this one’s all yours,” she sneered at you.

Before you could come up with a response, the door was slammed shut and locked again. You heard a frustrated noise come from the man sprawled out in front of you. Glancing down at him, you furrowed your brow. Upon closer inspection, he looked familiar, too.

It wasn’t until he looked up that you put it all together.

“Zuko,” you breathed, shocked.

His eyes widened. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” He scrambled to his feet.

“What are you doing here?” You shot back.

He mumbled something, staring at his feet.

You huffed, “Zuko, you’re doing it again.”

He looked confused. “Doing what?”

“The mumbling!”

“Oh.”

There was a pause.

“So, you’re not gonna tell my why the prince of the fire nation is in a cell with his lowly childhood friend the traitor?”

He looked up at this. “Traitor? What-“

“Why. Are. You. Here.”

“I.... I’m helping the Avatar.”

For the first time in years, tendrils of hope bloomed in your chest. “What?”

“Well, I’m helping his friend, Sokka, rescue his father.”

“Wow. I definitely did not see that one coming.”

“Now you have to answer my question: why are you here?”

Now it was your turn to look at your feet. “I helped a group of earth benders try to recapture a group of villages conquered by the fire nation,” you said, “But we got caught.”

Zuko opened his mouth to speak, but the door swung open, again.

It was the warden. Your stomach twisted in fear at the sight of his ugly, unforgiving face.

His mouth turned upwards in what was probably meant to be a smile. “Prince Zuko.”

“How did you know who I am?”

“How could I not? You broke my niece’s heart.” You snapped your head towards him. What?

“You’re Mai’s uncle?” He asked in disbelief.

Mai, of course, he’d always had a crush in her ever since you were little.

“I never meant to hurt her.” Zuko sounded almost regretful.

What about me? You thought bitterly. Did you meant to hurt me?

“Quiet!” The warden snapped, “You’re my special prisoner now. And you’d best behave. If these criminals found out who you are the traitor prince who let his nation down, well they’d tear you to shreds.”

The two kept talking, but you had stopped listening, your mind too busy over thinking and over analyzing the new information you just heard.

When the warden finally left, Zuko’s shoulders slumped and he lowered himself onto the bench. He looked so pitiful that you almost wanted to give him a hug. Almost.

Instead, you settled on asking if he was okay.

“No.”

Yeahhhh in hindsight maybe that wasn’t the best question.

Not willing to give up on conversation just yet, you said, “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

He still didn’t look up at you. “Me neither.”

“It’s crazy how much everything has changed.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh come on, Zuko! Would you stop being Mister Monosyllabic and wallowing I’m self- misery for one minute to have a conversation with me?!”

This made him stare up at you in shock. “S-sorry?”

“Yeah, well, you should be.” You say down next to him and let out a long sigh. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. It’s been a busy day”

“Tell me about it,” he muttered.

“The warden, he said you broke his niece’s heart. Mai’s heart.”

Zuko didn’t say anything. So you continued, “Why did you never tell me you loved her?”

He stared at you. “I don’t love her.”

You crossed your arms. “Well she clearly loved you.”

“I don’t know, I mean, I think she did. I thought she did. But she definitely doesn’t now.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. Love can be hard.”

“Have you ever been in love?”

You tilted your head, weighing your options. You decided on saying, “Yeah, yeah I think so.”

He looked almost disappointed. “What happened?”

You gave him a sad smile. “He loved someone else.”

The two of you sat in a mildly comfortable silence until it was time to do daily chores. You met up with a girl named Suki. You instantly clicked with each other when you met, and stick together as best you could. She was standing oddly close to a guard whose name you later learned to be Sokka. You, Suki, Sokka, and Zuko formulated an escape plan. It was risky and foolish but you were willing to do anything to get out of that place.

You and Zuko were both surprised at how easily you slid back into your old routine of banter and conversation. You hadn’t realized how much you’d missed your best friend, and it was good to have him back- even if his heart belonged to another.

Unfortunately, your plain failed. The four of you didn’t end up even following through with it, and the other guys who did, got caught.

On the bright side, Sokka found his father, Hakoda.

When the insane gondola plan was hatched, you all handled it seriously, knowing it was likely your last shot at freedom. By some miracle you all made it into the gondola. But Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee were not making it easy on you guys. Zuko looked like he was almost winning until Azula managed to hit your right shoulder with her fire bending, causing you to cry out and nearly fall off the roof of the gondola.

“No!” Zuko shouted and rushed over to you.

You groaned and clutched at your burning shoulder, “Ow.”

He made eye contact with Sokka and called, “Get her below!” Sokka nodded and tried to escape Ty Lee’s deadly acrobatics.

Azula smirked. “Well, well, brother. It seems you do have a weak spot other than our fat uncle.”

He glared at her, standing protectively over you, trying to shield you from his mad sister. “Don’t touch her,” he growled.

Suddenly the world shook. Everyone looked in horror at the prison guards cutting the line holding the gondola above the boiling water.

Ty Lee hopped to the second gondola for safety, allowing Sokka to grab you and get you off the roof. Zuko joined you moments later.

“They’re cutting the line!” He yelled, “This gondola is about to go.”

“I hope this thing floats.” Hakoda deadpanned.

You groaned again, feeling weaker by the second.

Zuko kneeled beside you and gripped your uninjured shoulder, “You’ll be fine, y/n, I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”

That was a lie and you both knew it. But you let it go. It was nice to believe in something sometimes.

All of a sudden, the sawing noise stopped and the gondola began to move again. Everyone but you rushed to the window

“Who’s that?” Sokka asked in disbelief.

“It’s Mai.” Zuko said in awe.

Once in the other side, Zuko slung your good arm over his shoulder and wrapped an arm around your waist to help you walk. You all stopped in a ridge and the boys said something, but your ears were ringing too loudly for you to hear.

“Zuko....”

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

You immediately collapsed.

“Y/n!” Zuko lowered you to the ground and tried waking you. You stirred, but didn’t wake,

“We don’t have time for this, just carry y/n. Come on!” Suki said, staring nervously at the prison.

He scooped you up like one would a bride and raced after them.

You didn’t wake until Zuko had brought you to team Avatar. When you woke, he was sleeping beside you. You smiled and brushed a piece of hair out of his face. He stirred and opened his eyes.

“Y/n!” Quickly sitting up he brought his hand to your forehead, checking for a fever. “How do you feel?”

“Like I’ve been hit with a ball of Fire.”

He laughed. “Good to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor.”

“Ha, you wish.” You tried laughing but ended up wincing instead.

“Hey, hey, take it easy.”

“Thanks for, yaknow, saving me.”

”Well I couldn’t just leave you there, I-“ his face went bright red.

“You what, Zuko?”

“Nothing. It’s not important.”

“Oh I think it is.” You pressed.

He ducked his head.

He was muttering. “Zuko, you’re doing it again,”

“I love you.”

Your heart stopped. “No you don’t.”

“Huh?”

“You- you love Mai.”

“No I don’t!”

“But... I thought you...”

“I never loved her, it’s always been you. But now you love someone else and I’m too late.”

“It’s you.” You confessed, grabbing his hand. He met your eyes with hope shining in them.

“You love... me?”

You nodded and gave him a lopsided smile. “Always have.”

He let out a sound of relief and joy and pulled you into a passionate but gentle embrace. Instead of pulling away slowly, he tilted his head so his lips brushed your cheek softly, silently asking permission. You turned your head fully so your lips could connect and sparks flew behind your eyelids that thankfully weren’t a side effect from your blistered shoulder.

He whispered. “I’ve wanted to do that since-“

“Forever.” You finished.

“Yeah.” He closed his eyes and pulled you in for another kiss. You smirked and pulled him down on top of you.

That night you slept nestled into his chest and for the first time in years, you both slept peacefully.

A/n: I wrote this at midnight, so please forgive any typos! Tell me what you think and send me a request! X

[likeshipsonthesea]

names

all this talk about names has got me feeling the things yaknow so here ya go. some good old fashioned dex rambling. warning for homophobia

there are about seven different william poindexters in his town and surrounding area so dex is no stranger to nicknames. his parents call him will, billy if they’re around the extended family. his older brother calls him willy when he wants to make dex’s ears go red. at school he goes by will, until he starts peewee hockey.

dex doesn’t know who calls him it first, but by the end of the first practice even the coach is calling him dex. it’s not that it fits exactly, more than any of his other names, but he got onto the ice and the coach looked at him -- smaller, younger, than all the other players-- and suggested he play forward, but within minutes coach told him to switch with another kid who’d been playing defense because the way dex threw his body around, all skinny limbs and too fast for how uncoordinated he was, it was obvious he was a d-man

and there’s no checking in peewee but dex knows how to protect his team and it’s this instinct, this perfect thing he doesn’t have to think about, and he’s breathing so hard he can taste his lungs and so much of him is cold and achey from falling onto the ice but it feels like accomplishment, like helping ma with the chores or helping dad carry in the groceries, it’s this feeling like i did a good thing that he chases more than anything else and his teammates look at him and grin and call him dex and he learns to tie this wonderful feeling to that name and it’s awesome

and then dex messes up. he calls a boy pretty to his face and the whole town seems to know the next morning. his teammates, they still like him, and they trust him to protect them on the ice, but they stop saying his name. he doesn’t notice at first, too hung up on all the new things -- the bruises and scrapes -- rather than the lack, but he slowly realizes that they don’t say his name, on the ice or off, and it’s not that he isn’t dex anymore and if someone called out the name dex he’d answer in a heartbeat, but he goes day in and day out being called will and that’s fine, it’s his name, but will isn’t--

will is ma’s good quiet boy who doesn’t mind doing laundry or washing dishes, he’s the kid who doesn’t ask for something he sees at the store because he knows money is tight and he doesn’t want to give his parents something else to feel guilty over, will is the one who doesn’t start fights even when the names they call him cut at his skin, will is who his parents need him to be, who he needs to be in this town, and that’s. different. than being dex.

and then freshman year of high school arrives and with it a new team, a new captain. luke rossi is probably the brightest thing dex has ever looked at and he throws an arm over dex’s shoulder and seems to say i got you and when he says dex’s name it sounds like salvation and how could he ever say no to that?

(he doesn’t, ever, say no to luke. it isn’t that he can’t it’s just that he doesn’t want to, and so dex isn’t who the town needs him to be, he’s who luke needs him to be, on the ice and off and in his car on a beach in the middle of the night and when luke hisses dex with his palm covering dex’s mouth it’s something like that old feeling of i did a good thing, even if it’s twisted when he gets home and ma asks him how studying went and he says fine and it isn’t a lie, not really, because it’s all fine)

but luke rossi is a senior, and when the year ends dex is left with teammates who make jokes that draw blood in the locker room, and somehow-- dex thinks, with an ache he doesn’t know how to name, that luke had something to do with it-- somehow, dex is voted team captain and that is who he becomes.

cap. it’s a hard name, starts and ends with biting sounds, final. “dex” had never felt soft until he started responding to cap without hesitation. he knows how to protect his team, always has, and so it isn’t hard to become cap, become someone the underclassmen look up to, someone his peers look to for leadership. he knows the plays, knows how to rally his team, knows how to keep the puck out of his side of the rink, and it’s easy, really, to stay there. stay in his spot, his role, be who his team needs him to be.

easy, except for all the times it’s not. when an underclassman makes a joke that makes dex itch inside of his skin. when he keeps his eyes on the floor of the locker room no matter what, because rumors don’t wash off, not even in the glow of luke rossi’s pristine reputation. when a guy on the other team slams him into the board and hisses a slur against his ear and none of his teammates bat an eye.

cap is the kind of guy that things don’t get to. cap is the guy who knows how to take a joke. cap is the kind of guy who has to.

and he’s dex still, sometimes, when luke rossi visits from college or one of the guys on the team who was there when he was a freshman wants to tease him, and sometimes, the best times, when dex isn’t thinking about anything except hockey and his body knows what to do without him directing it and they win a game and the team slams into him and they’re yelling and sweating and so fucking happy, in those moments, dex feels the i did a good thing feeling like it’s eaten up his whole body and in those moments, he thinks dex and nothing else.

he applies to samwell, along with a handful of state schools, for a million reasons he doesn’t name. “they have a great computer science program,” he tells his extended family. “they offer really good financial aid packages,” he tells his parents. “they’ve got jack zimmermann,” he tells his teammates.

he doesn’t tell anyone about the picture he’d seen on their website, of two boys on the quad leaning into one another as they studied. he doesn’t tell anyone about the nifty little rhyme he finds on a college forum page. he doesn’t tell anyone about the pride parade they hold on campus every year, or the rainbow merch he finds in their store, or the blurb on the hockey page from a freshman that says this place is home, for any and everyone.

he doesn’t tell anyone, but his brother seems to know. one of the first people who found out all those years ago when dex messed up. jay comes over for dinner one night around the time when colleges are sending out decision letters and their parents retire early as dex cleans up the dining room and jay watches him, quiet, and dex pretends it doesn’t annoy him, because will doesn’t get in fights with his brother, especially not about this.

will very politely asks his brother if he’d like dessert.

jay says, “i hope you get into that fancy one. the rich school.”

will huffs. he knows jay knows the name. “yeah?” he scrubs a plate. “and why’s that?”

and jay says, plain as anything, “you deserve it.”

and will turns and jay’s still looking at him-- won’t stop looking at him-- and he’s got this not-quite-a-smile on his face, this look in his eyes, and something about it makes will think i did a good thing and he’s never felt like dex, not in his own house, his own kitchen, and for a second it’s dizzying before he can rein it it.

“thanks, jay,” dex says, and jay huffs and tells him not to be such a girl about it and makes dex get him a piece of pie but dex remembers that moment in the kitchen when he gets his acceptance letter, when he drives down to massachusetts for the tour that will decide if he really goes or not, when the smiley kid with the braces who hasn’t stopped bouncing since they stepped onto campus sticks out his hand and says, “i’m chris. what’s your name?”

and dex hesitates a moment, thinking about all the things that college means and all the people he could be here, away from his home town and all the people he had to be there, and he doesn’t know if he wants to be will, who’s quiet and good, or cap, who’s strong and silent, or-- or dex, who is so many different things but, at the very start of it, was someone who just did a good thing.

maybe, dex thinks, as he takes chris’ hand, maybe he can start there.

“dex,” he says, and if he didn’t think he said the right thing, chris’ responding grin solidifies it right then.

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Semi public handjob: Johnny Joestar x f!reader

It’s no secret that you desired Johnny. Gyro would often use it against you in arguments so how could you forget.

One night, you, gyro and Johnny found a place to stay for the night.. it was a cabin in a not so populated area.

Gyro and Johnny went over and knocked on the door while you waited, posted on your horse

“Hello.” A man with grey hair and a skull goatee came out

“Oh.. sorry to interrupt but we were wonder if we could stay the night here. See, we’re i the steel ball run race and we really have nowhere to stay tonight.” Gyro explained

“And what time do you exactly plan on leaving?” The man looked down at Johnny

“Early in the morning.”

The man nodded “names Ringo. Come inside and get washed up. I’m making dinner now.”

The men thanked him and motioned for you to join them.

“Thank you sir..”

the man looked you up and down “not a problem. You can go take a shower if you want. It’s upstairs.”

“Thank you. I’ll be back in a few minutes…”

You let gyro and Johnny know you were going to take a shower

Your mind started to drift as you took your clothing off. It’s been so long since someone had touched you, you had dreams about Johnny being the one to feel you up and take what he wanted from you

Soon enough you got out of the shower and headed downstairs to get with Johnny.

“Dinners ready. Do any of you want any?”

“I’m fine.. I’ll just sit down on the couch. I’m a bit tired anyways.”

“Oh I forgot. There is only one other room. Someone is probably gonna have to sleep on the couch.”

You all three looked at each other

“We could all probably fit on that bed!” Gyro joked

“Well actually we probably could. Me and y/n are both rather small so you could sleep in the bed with us.”

“… I guess” gyro stopped laughing and looked at the floor in embarrassment

The three of you got ready for bed and started making the sleeping arrangements

“Johnny you can sleep in the middle if you want.” You pointed to the bed

“I’ll sleep on the edge. I don’t feel like being crushed by gyro all night.. plus you’re a girl so you should be protected and comfortable.. take the middle.”

You smiled slightly

“We should probably lay down then.. tomorrow is going to be s long day yaknow..”

The two men agreed

Gyro laid down, then you helped Johnny lay down and you crawled over gyro

“Move gyro! You took over my whole side!”

“Geez sorry! Here I’ll move.”

You three got comfortable, gyro drifted off to sleep and you pretend to be asleep and roll over to lay on johnnys chest.

“Y/n?”

You hummed

“What are you doing..?”

“Nothing jojo..” you moved your hand to his thigh and began kissing his neck

“Y/n.. what about gyro?” He whispered loudly

“He won’t know. You know he’s a heavy sleeper~” his cock started springing to life as you spoke those words “plus.. I think you need some time to relax, all you do is worry..”

Johnny nodded as his breath began to hitch

Your hand made its way onto his cock, rubbing him through his pants.

“Just take it out..” Johnny whispered

You did as he asked and started pumping his cock into your hand. Johnny began whispering your name, moaning about how good you make him feel and then

“Oh fuck.. y/n.. I- oh god I love it.. I love you!”

“You.. love me?”

Johnnys face went blank and he nodded

You began to pump faster, tightening your grip a little more

“Cum for me jojo. Show me how much you love me.”

Johnny began kissing your forhead and moaning sweet nothings into your ear as you pumped him guiding him to his sweet release all over your hand..

Gyro turned over

“Can you two be quiet.” He laughed it off and rolled back over

You two froze and didn’t speak again for the rest of the night

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Buy me a Kofi! ☕️

Definitely not required but they do help:)

[xbunnybunz]

Daybreak (2/?) [Wolf Keum x Reader x Alex Go)

Summary: The day brings to you Alex Go, and in the night, Wolf Keum. Your past is inescapable. They build you up and tear you back down, but this is what you need to survive.

Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama

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When you wake up to the alarm in the morning, the ringing thrums a migraine in your head that could only be a hangover.

You blearily open your eyes and look to your alarm clock to the right, the intense sunlight piercing through your curtains further inflaming your headache.

7:10AM

You roll over and slap the snooze button, flopping back down onto your back with a sigh.

You lay in bed for a while, running through your classes for the day. You didn’t recall having any tests or quizzes, so you take the day to heal from your drinking binge instead.

The next time you open your eyes, it’s 1:43PM.

The sunlight has dwindled from sweeping over your face to sitting shyly in the corner of your room, refracting through the window and streaking a rainbow onto your wall.

Wolf and Alex Go flipped through your mind like a stop-motion movie, and only looking back on it did you realize what entirely different characters both were.

Wolf was cold. Everything about him was so goddamn cold, his stare, his presence, his mannerisms. But Alex Go was warm in a soft way, warm in the way the sun would feel washing across your face at the beach.

You wondered what business fate had in bringing both boys to you in one night but abandoned the sentiment as soon as it popped into your head.

You were tired of hearing about fate and of destiny, it reminded you too much of what he used to say. Life was fickle, and you knew it, lolling from one side to another, one moment in your favor, the other against.

Heaving a sigh, you push yourself to sit up and swing your legs over the bed.

Your shadow played across the floor and traversed to your desk, messy with the clutter of books, journals, and half-written novels.

You pay them no attention and stroll over to the closet, pulling a shirt from a hanger to wear to the local food mart. A grumble erupts from your stomach and find yourself salivating at the possibilities of different ramen flavors or day-old cold cuts.

You head out to the market after freshening up, and the trip there takes a little less than a few minutes.

The elderly lady at the register gives you a sweet smile and welcomes you, and you return the gesture with a bow. Your eyes skim the wall of chips and baked pastries until your gaze lands on the shelf you were looking for.

You peruse the selection of gourmet instant ramen, tapping your chin thoughtfully and pondering the root of all human struggle, beef flavor or chicken flavor?

The door chimes distantly and a few people walk in, exchanging greetings with the cashier.

You close your eyes and let the sound of others around you seep into your soul. It was days like this that everything felt normal again, like time had finally begin to move forwards again. You craved it, but always knew this relief never lasted for long.

You open your eyes and see the slight furrow of your brows in reflection of the vending machine beside you. You also notice a pair of legs trailing up to a familiar white and blue uniform, and whip around.

“Alex Go?”

“Hey!” He smiled, and even in the blue-hued light of the fluorescent bulbs, he shone like the midday sun. “I thought I recognized you, but I couldn’t be sure.”

You turn to face him and rub your arm, giving him a tiny grin. “I knew we’d be seeing each other around, but this soon? You sure you not stalking me?”

You reach out to give him a playful punch, and he barely budges.

“Stalking?” he seems genuinely taken aback until he sees the look on your face. “I mean, if I was stalking you, I’d hope you hit harder than that!”

He laughs and the sound is melodious, boisterous, but not grating. The way his shoulders shake mesmerizes you for one, two, three seconds.

“Hey, you’re lucky I didn’t use this hand instead!”

You wave your right fist at him and pretend to swing, and right on beat, he feigns impact with a dramatic pop of his shoulder.

There’s a light feeling in your chest, and it flutters with each beat.

When was the last time you spoke to anyone like this, the last time you spoke to anyone at all?

“What are you doing here?” He asks, green eyes alight and curious. “Other than looking at instant noodles, I mean.” He gestures to the shelf you were both in front of, and you shrug.

“I had a pretty shitty hangover, so I skipped class and stayed home instead.”

You feel a bit abashed admitting that aloud, but continue regardless.

“I also forgot I don’t have a lot of food back in the apartment, so I had to crawl out and get my rations for the week.”

His gaze is gentle but piercing.

You hadn’t noticed yesterday in the shroud of night, but his hair was exceptionally dark. You wouldn’t liken it to the pitch-black darkness of nighttime, but to the gentle shadows cast by foliage on a peaceful afternoon at the park.

His eyes were a lighter variant of green, like the pale olive of leaves right after the end of winter, just before the start of summer. It was a delicate kind of beauty that felt tender to behold, and you cherished it every moment you could.

“Cutting? Come on, there can only be one delinquent here.”

He bumped his shoulder into yours, but it was mostly your shoulder colliding with his bicep.

“And I’m no professional, but I don’t think cup noodles are the best thing to eat during a hangover.”

You let your fingers dance over the flimsy cardboard packaging, humming.

“Well, it’s the fastest and easiest. So unless you’re going to help me, I suggest shutting your trap.”

You poke him in the chest and your breath gets shallow when you feel lean muscle under the modest uniform.

Alex flusters as well, though much more outwardly. He clasps his hands over his chest where you jabbed him, and his voice comes out an octave higher than usual.

“What? What do you need help with?”

He looks to you for an answer and finds you brandishing two boxes, one chicken and the other beef, trying desperately to hide your awkward reaction with an equally as bizarre question.

“Noodles. Fresh, hot, preserved noodles. Chicken or beef?”

You don’t really care what flavor he chooses but you hope the diversion works.

Alex falters a bit at the sudden change in topic and mood, but much to your relief, eventually eases his sights on the boxes in your hands. He has to stop himself from rolling his eyes, but he can’t stop the cocky smile from overtaking his features. He places a hand on your shoulder and raises an eyebrow.

“Uhm, duh?” He gestures to the box on the right. “Chicken.”

You beam at him and put beef back on the rack, plucking a few more chicken ramens off the shelf.

“You, my good sir, are a man of good taste.”

Alex drops his hand from your shoulder and winks at you with a chuckle, his words igniting a fire in your cheeks.

“Oh trust me, I know.”

You can’t stop the smile that creeps across your reddened face. “Don’t be coy with me, Alex Go. I still remember the way you stuttered yesterday.”

“Coy? Who’s being coy?” He laughs and feigns ignorance, but his jittery feet, bobbing this way and that, give him away.

He eyes the fridge behind you and sighs, shoulders slumping almost comically.

“Shit, I almost forgot why I came here.”

He busies himself with grabbing handfuls of ice cream, and you peer at him curiously. He catches your stare and explains himself as he counts the number of cones he has.

“I’m on snack duty for the group today, those lazy bums were ‘too busy’ teaching Gray and Eugene how to play pools to come out with me.”

He steps away from the fridge and closes the door with his hip, the suction of air making a fleeting ‘thwump.’

“They’re just broke and won’t admit it, fucking losers.” He says this, but there’s a smile on his face. You smile with him, because now seems like a good excuse to be happy.

You both walk to the register and Alex goes first, but still waits until you have everything in a bag.

When you step outside, the sun is intense but warm. You have to squint to see anything, and when you look at Alex you see he’s doing the same thing. He catches your eye, and you both laugh at each other until your stomachs hurt.

“I guess this is where we part ways.” Alex says, still slightly out of breath, wiping a tear from his eye.

“Yeah, guess so.” You wring your hands a bit, feeling a bit jittery at the thought of returning to solitude.

Alex hesitates too but you barely have time to register it before he freaks out, seeing the time on a clock hanging from a nearby shop.

“Holy crap! I’ve been gone for that long? Ben’s gonna chew my ass out!”

Alex grabs your right hand to shake it and misses the way you flinch.

“It was so nice seeing you again! I just feel like we kind of click, yaknow? If that makes sense.”

He retracts his hand and ties a knot on his bag, he’s moving and talking so fast you can’t keep up. You’re still stuck on how he says you both click, because you think so too and you’re so glad he feels the same--  and you don’t want to go home and you don’t want to be alone.

But he’s taking off before you can even understand he was saying goodbye.

“I’ll see you later! Get home safe!”

He waves and takes off charging, and he reminds you of a soaring jet.

There’s a noise in your throat, but no words come out.

Your hands clench and unclench, heart still hammering from when he took your palm in his.

You don’t want to wait to see him again, you think. You don’t want to leave it up to chance, or fate, or whatever the fuck they called it.

How long have you waited for someone to hear you? To see you? To feel you?

“Wait!” You shout, and it pushes all the air from your lungs.

You give yourself half a second to inhale then take after him, the plastic bag with your noodles tugging on your wrist.

“Alex!”

By some miracle, he hears you and turns around, stopping short in his sprint and waving at you.

He cups his hands over his mouth and shouts something you can’t hear over the whistling of the wind and the rustling of the bag at your side.

When you finally catch up to him, you’re totally winded. You wonder what kind of superhuman stamina Alex had because he didn’t seem to be struggling at all.

You place your hands on your knees and double over, taking deep breaths of air that burn your lungs but make you feel so goddamn alive.

“Woah there!”

Alex braces you with two hands on your arms.

“I told you I’d wait for you. Why’d you keep running like that?”

“Give me your number.”

Alex’s eyebrows shoot up, and his hands fly off your body.

“H-huh?”

Your voice comes out raspy and weak. You’re only able to speak between inhales, but it doesn’t stop you from repeating yourself.

“Give me. Your number.”

Alex’s bewildered expression greets you when you look up, face red from exertion and embarrassment. Upon seeing your ruffled state, Alex makes a weird noise at the back of his throat and reddens as well.

“O-oh. I thought I misheard you…” He swallows thickly and rubs the back of his neck again. “Did you run all the way here to ask for that?”

You give him a look and drop your head again, giving one last exhale before rising again.

“Yeah, I did.”

Alex’s blush spreads to his ears, and his green gaze flickers from you to whatever thing wasn’t you. His dark hair tousles in the wind, and he rubs his nose.

“Oh wow. I mean you didn’t need to sprint, I’d be flattered regardless.”

He gives you another smile, and you notice that when he’s nervous his smiles are close-lipped. Either way, it warm your chest.

“I was just afraid I couldn’t catch up to you.”

He reaches for his phone and extends it to you after unlocking it, and you try hard to ignore the background he has of a tall, tan redhead face-first on the floor at a bowling alley.

“I would’ve waited.”

You type your number into his phonebook and call it, waiting until the buzz of your phone resounded from your pocket.

“I wanted to be sure.”

You hand the phone back to him. Your fingers brush and you don’t miss the way he jolts a bit.

“Right.”

He shifts a bit back and forth, like he couldn’t decide between staying or going. Or maybe you were just hoping that was the case.

You notice the bag he’s holding is dripping something, and you point it out to him.

“Oh crap-!” He opens the bag and is relieved to find its just condensation, but remains jumpy.

“Ah, thank god. But it’ll be the ice cream next. I really gotta go this time, I’ll see you!”

He takes off for a bit, and you watch, baffled, as he stops short and runs back to you, jogging in place. The condensation from the bag flies off and hits your arm.

“And uhm- I’ll call you.”

You blink in surprise, and can’t help the bubble of laughter that erupts from your lips.

“I’ll be looking forward to it, Alex Go.”

He returns the smile and it’s radiant as ever. It leaves you warm when he turns to leave, warm when his back is just a speck in the distance, and warm still when he’s out of your sight.

Alex Go, you think. Your fingers flex a bit at your side. And you smile.

[stingykei]

Suna Rintarou x Reader Oneshot : I'm tired.

Word count: idk tbh hahshahahshs

Genre: Angst :

Warning: curses; mention of self harm

You were making food at Suna's apartment. His favorite food. You've noticed how stressed he looked these past few days and decided to treat him with something good. You have his bed ready, so he can rest. You basically cleaned his place. He was still out practicing right now. It's getting late and you were kinda worried about him but you dismissed that feeling.

You had his food ready and a drink. You looked at the time, 18:55 he should be here now. Then minutes of waiting, someone opened the door. You looked who it was. It was Suna.

"Hey Suna. You're late, I was waiting for you." You told him, while trying to get his bag.

"Yeah? I didn't asked you to." He said, glancing at you. Your brow raised, then you went on getting his bag for him. He hand it to you, then you put it on his room.

"There's food in the table. You should eat. I've also cleaned up your room so you can rest." You kinda shouted when you said that. Just a little bit so he can here you from his room.

"Yeah I know." You heard the chair moved. You noticed that he's weird. I mean you guys have these days you throw mean thing to each other but... you stopped what you were thinking. He's probably just tired, yeah that's it.

You went outside, where he was. He was seated there, eating silently. You sat at the chair near him. You two were silent then you decided to break that silence. "So.. how was practice?" He looked at you then you smiled.

"It was, okay." Then he continued eating. You just let him finished eating. After finishing he put his dishes in the sink, leaving it there. You'll wash that later.

He went to his room, then proceed to his study table. "Where was the papers here?" He asked while rummaging his things.

"I keep some papers in your folder, there. I threw the others away, the crumpled ones." You said, helping him look for his things.

You've been looking for a while now, then he grunted. "Nevermind, I'll just ask my classmate." He flop down on his bed. Looking very annoyed. You look at him, he was making you weird. Sadness was creeping in your feels. You breathe deeply.

You approached him, his brow were furrowed. He was closing his eyes. "Are you sick? Do you have a headache?" You asked but he didn't answer. He turned on the other side.

"Rinrin. Are you okay? What's wro–" "F*ck stop! You're very annoying." He said very annoyed and pushing your hand away. He sat on his bed. "Stop this! You're very noisy, it's very annoying! You sound like mom! I'm very tired and you welcome me like this, talking and talking. You probably even threw to my project!"

You were surprised, hurt? sad? You don't know. "What's wrong? You are very grumpy today." You tried laughing this off, since he's just tired.

"I'm tired of you talking, so much. Can't you give me space? Please? I need that so much. It's like you're choking me with this, everything! I don't understand, just leave!" He said angrily like you've done something wrong.

Your mouth gaped slightly open, your brows furrowed. You shook your head then fling your hands in the air. "Okay fine. I'll give you the space you need. Stupid. You're stupid. Dumbass. I hate you." You said backing away, getting your things.

"Yeah whatever, now leave!"

"Yeah asshole! F*ck you!" You threw him a f*ck you sign, then went to the doorway and you wear your shoes hurriedly. You were about to cry. You opened the door then closed it harshly.

It was so cold outside but you don't mind, When were out, you cried there. You knew you two are drifting away somehow. He was busy practising, he was like this too the other day. You didn't think much about it since there's nothing you can do but take care of him. It didn't occur to you that you were a bother to him. It was so stupid, taking care of him.

There was no tears coming out in your eyes but you heart felt very heavy, you didn't know what to do. You prayed that you won't anything stupid, you have a history of self harm and right now you wished that you won't do it again. This always happens when you can't cry out your heart. You hated this feeling so much it hurt.

It was hard to breath, the beating of your heart was fast and it was cold so it's hard breathing. You fished out for your phone, you know you need someone. If you don't reach out then you'll just be going back to your past. Shutting out everyone else.

You dialed his number. "Hey, Y/N?" You heard Kenma on the other line.

He heard your heavy breathing. " K-Kenma, can I come over?" His house was the closest. "Where are you?" He asked, you answered him, looking around trying not to faint.

5 minutes later, you saw Kenma when you were nearing his house. Kenma looked worried. He invited you inside, offered you a hot drink. He didn't ask anything, as you were breathing slowly, trying to calm down. Then you looked at him, you looked at his worried face.

"I'm fine." You smiled then you cried. He offered you a hug then you hugged him.

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Suna fell asleep an hour later Y/N left. He woke up with the sun hitting his face. He was about to get up to get ready for school when he remembered it was Saturday. He reached for his phone then there was a message from Kita. "Suna, there will be practice today at 10." You replied okay, it was it 7 in the morning.

He stand up, he did his daily routine. Then he went on the kitchen. Usually at this time, there will be food in his table, but today, there was none. "Y/N?" Suna tried calling out her name, but he remembered that he made her leave yesterday. He sat on the chair, he hit his head. He was so stupid. He muttered, 'fuck, I messed up.'

He tried calling your phone several times but you won't pick up. He sighed. He was very tired lately, there was a lot of projects and there was also a strict practice going on. He sighed. He stand up, looked for instant noodles to eat.

He probably thought that you will just come around like always. He thought. sike beech

A week came and he haven't seen even her shadow. He tried calling you but there's still no answer. She probably blocked him. Suna was a little bit fine now, he found the paper he was looking for in his bag. He accidentally bring it to school. He passed on all of his projects, and he was able to breathe a little from their strict practice. His body was getting used to it.

He really messed up this time. He haven't heard a news from you. He also noticed how messy his place became, you were usually the one who cleaned his place. He facepalmed himself, he was annoyed with himself. For being so stupid. He cleaned his place before leaving. He decided to go to your place this time, to check up on you.

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You visited Kenma in his place, then offered him to jog. Kuroo was there too, Kenma tried to complain saying he doesn't want to go. It basically took you forever to convince him. You three went on a jog, you laughing at Kenma. He looked so uninterested. They decided to stop in your place and you saw a familiar person standing in front.

"Suna? What are you doing here?" He looked at you, "Y/N, hey can we talk?" He looked at you while slowly approaching you. You nodded.

Kuroo and Kenma decided to go inside your house so you two can talk. He was silent looking at his shoes. He doesn't know what to say.

"So, you got the space you need." You said, looking uninterested. He looked at you, he just nod.

"Y/N I'm sorry for what I said, I was just tired." He tried explaining, trying to hold you. You looked uninterested.

You were tired somehow. "Yeah, sure. You're forgiven." You said to him. His face lightened up. "Give me space. I'm tired too." His face frowned.

"W-what?" He stuttered. "Why? I– We're good now right? I apologized. What's the problem?" He asked softly looking in your eyes for answers. He was holing your hands.

"You think, that's it? You apologize then everything's okay? Everything's fine? It's not that easy! It tooks me this long time to atleast try and forgive if ever you apologize and I did! I forgive you, so many times already. Everytime you were tired, you lashed out. You apologize and I forgive you. But Sunaa.." You put your hand on his cheek. With a sad look in your eyes. There it is again, the goddamn tears. "I'm tired. My heart is heavy, I'm hurt. Everytime this happens, I don't blame you. I blame myself for not being enough, for not making myself useful to you. I can't help you if you're tired, it seems that I just keep on annoying you. I hated myself more for that." There it is, a tear rolled down your cheeks.

He didn't notice, your face looked tired. Very sad, "No no, Y/N please. You're more than enough, I was foolish, very stupid. I– Please. I can't live without you anymore. These past few days without you was very hard. I can't, please Y/N. Come back to me." His voice was very soft, his hands were caressing your face. He felt like crying but he didn't.

You sighed. You love him so much to do this to yourself. "Okay. I love you." With that, he kissed your lips then "I won't let this happen ever again. I promise." He said giving you another kiss.

Somewhere in Y/N's place.

"Yaknow, if you confessed first. There was a probability you two would be together. Kenma." Kuroo trailed off as he watched Kenma looking at you and Suna together.

"Nah. I doubt." Kenma broke him staring then looked at Kuroo with a smile.

Kuroo sighed, "I would've shipped you two more. You guys will be match made from heaven."

Kenma ignored what he said then played on his phone. Stupid self, I should've confessed.

end.

[corysmiles]

(Friendly Giant au) One day after Wilbur is more comfortable with Ranboo touching him he goes to leave for the night like Tommy used to do but then Ranboo just gently squishes him between his hands like 'no it's cuddle time'

Boundaries

Friendly Giant AU

cw//language

(Anon I took this in a very angsty direction I apologize in advance also I rushed finishing this so I will go back and edit later I promise)

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It was a couple months after Wilbur started coming to visit when Ranboo tried to make him stay. Wilbur still didn’t come every day- it was more like once or twice a week if anything- and he absolutely never stayed the whole night. On the nights he did come Tommy would walk him home around midnight which unfortunately meant he wasn’t around the rest of the night.

But Ranboo wished he would stay. He really wished he would stay. Every time he watched the still-cautious man leave his den he had to fight against every part of himself to not pull him back. He wasn’t part of his “family” yet...but he was pretty close.

So one night when Wilbur turned to leave Ranboo just couldn’t resist. He was tired and Tubbo was already curled up on his chest and he just couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want Tommy and Wilbur to leave...he wanted them in his hands.

Quickly, he slammed his hand down across the entrance and felt the two humans bump into his knuckles.

“Stay,” he yawned.

The two humans backed up from his hand but before they could get away he scooped them up and pulled them against his chest. The feeling of their small movements made his already jumbled thoughts even hazier, and vaguely he registered that he was purring.

“Hey! Let go,” Tommy yelped.

The small human pushed against his hands but Ranboo couldn’t bring himself to free them. They would leave if he let them go...

“Stop being a bitch! Wil’s freaking out man!” Tommy shouted and suddenly Ranboo’s head cleared.

With a gasp of realization he dropped the humans back down and watched as Wilbur curled up on himself. The man’s breaths came in short painful bursts making Ranboo’s heart scream. Meanwhile Tommy rubbed his back trying to calm him down.

He had done that. He hurt him. Ranboo wanted to run away, to leave and not be seen again by the small human.

He knew Wilbur didn’t like being touched and he still did it.

“-ay?” Tubbo asked. Ranboo only caught a little bit, but by the concerned expression of Tubbo’s face he could tell it was a question.

Tubbo carefully jumped off of Ranboo’s chest and approached his older brother, “What happened?”

“Nothing bad,” Tommy reassured, “Ranboo just had one of his moods and it freaked him out.”

“I’m so sorry...” Ranboo whispered.

“It’s fine,” Tommy snapped, “He’s just afraid still...this is hard for him yaknow.”

Ranboo’s ears twitched back in anguish. He had scared Wilbur...

Ranboo turned and gave Tommy a quick nod before pacing away into a deeper part of the den. He couldn’t bring himself to stay and watch the aftermath of what he did. He didn’t mean to scare him.

His feet carried him deeper and deeper into the dark cavern. It got to the point where he had to duck down under the dripping rock...he guessed he’d gotten taller again...great. When he finally stopped he was in front of the small River running through the rocks. The water spit at his feet making him shiver at the cold touch.

Slowly he knelt down next to water. Faintly he could see his own reflection on the ever-shifting surface. It was terrifying.

Sometimes he was able to forget just how different he was from the people he cared so much about, but at that moment, looking at himself in the river, he felt awful. Of course Wilbur was terrified of him, if he was the human he would be scared too. His lips barely covered his sharp teeth and his eyes were cat-like and predatory. Everything about him was monstrous- everything.

A couple minutes later his ears twitched back as light footsteps approached from behind.

“Hey big man,” Tubbo whispered, “You feeling okay?”

Ranboo kept his head down even when Tubbo had sat down beside him. He was so small... with Ranboo kneeling Tubbo barely even reached his foot.

“He’s okay you know. He went home with Tommy but he’s okay,” Tubbo said, filling the silence.

Ranboo hummed in acknowledgment but the reflection in the river told a completely different story. He was a monster and he had attacked a human. It was simple. He had scared him, and because of what he did Wilbur probably wouldn’t come back.

It hurt but he didn’t blame him.

“Boo come on look at me,” Tubbo begged, “Wil’s fine. It’s okay, let’s go back so we-“

“Stop!” Ranboo snapped and beside him Tubbo fell silent.

“Just...please stop Tubbo,” he whimpered, “I hurt him. I knew he hated me touching him and I did it anyway. I knew he didn’t trust me and I still hurt him...I’m a monster Tubbo.”

Tubbo frowned at his friend and climbed up onto his lap. Gently he patted Ranboo’s knee, “You’re not a monster Boo...you’re just different. It’s not a bad thing, itll just take Wilbur a little longer to be okay with it.”

“It’s because I’m a monster though,” Ranboo snapped, “I am and I know it. Wilbur is afraid of me Tommy barely trusts me and even you were scared when you first met me. I should have just stayed out of it and left you all alone.”

“And let me hang there till I died?” Tubbo snapped, “Let Tommy get fucking mauled or let Michael get eaten?”

Ranboo squinted at Tubbo who stood up with fury in his eyes.

“You really think it would have been better to let us die?”

“No that’s not what I-“

“That’s what would have happened if you didn’t help,” Tubbo snapped, “You’re not a fucking monster Ranboo.”

Ranboo opened his mouth to fight back until he noticed the tears forming in Tubbo’s eyes. The human desperately tried to wipe them off his face.

“Do you think we don’t care about you?” Tubbo asked.

Ranboo’s ears flattened against his head, “No that’s not what I-“

“Okay then stop acting like it’s bad that we met,” Tubbo said, “you’re my friend Ranboo. Your appearance isn’t going to turn me away anytime now.”

A sigh left Ranboo’s lips and slowly he let Tubbo crawl into his hands.

“I’m getting bigger you know...” he muttered after a moment.

Tubbo nodded, “I know.”

“Doesn’t that scare you?”

Tubbo shook his head and patted the palm of Ranboo’s hand, the fingers subconsciously moved to wrap around him.

“No, why would it?”

“I could hurt you,” Ranboo whispered, “I have no idea how much bigger I’ll get.”

Tubbo hummed in response and tilted his head at the giant, “So what? You’re already big, whats a little more height gonna do? It’s not like you’re suddenly gonna try to squish me big man.”

“Of course not I just...what if I can’t help it,” Ranboo sighed, “What if I don’t mean to hurt you and I still do...”

“Then I won’t be mad,” Tubbo shrugged, “And I know you wouldn’t hurt me. It doesn’t matter if we’re like this or I’m like the size of a fly to you, I trust you.”

“Tubbo you dont...I could kill you or- or seriously hurt you,” he whispered, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Boo...don’t worry about that now,” he sighed, “If we get to the point where you’re too big I’ll find a different way to be with you, but it’s not a problem now. You make me feel safe Ranboo.”

Ranboo squinted at Tubbo cautiously and watched as the small human wrapped his thumb in a hug. Slowly he brought him up to his face and let his heart have its fill. He was scared still...but he loved having Tubbo close.

“Come on big man you’re my pillow,” Tubbo laughed as he patted the tip of Ranboo’s nose.

Ranboo pressed his nose into the boy knocking him over, “Yeah...okay.”