#if Reader was the same age

[milkbreadtoast]

idk how i want to draw him yet and not ready to make a srs attempt but here's a bad kdj phone doodle lol🚶🏻

[planetyumi]

thinkin’ ‘bout boyfriend! gojo making you cum at least 3 times a night during your birthday week, leaving you limping the day after. as you reach your peak for the nth time tonight, he speaks up. “and that’s 20, happy birthday, babe,” his tone changing as if he wasn’t just calling you his little slut. you looked over at the clock and it’s midnight. you pulled him down to your heaving figure and kissed him, pulling him closer to you. “thank you, baby. i love you,” you smile up at him. “i love you more. now, how ‘bout we make that 23?”

© planetyumi 2022 : do not plagiarize, steal, contort, copy, or translate my content to other platforms.

[zombiecheri]

A Girl And A Samurai

Pairing: Mizu x Fem!reader

Tags: mizu kills a man, you get to know her. there's nothing more in first chapter at least

A/N: haven't written anything in ages so excuse me if there are some errors. had to get this out of my system. next chapter will be more spicy!

Chapter 1

"you drown not by falling into a river, but by staying submerged in it" - Paulo Coelho

It wasn't supposed to happen like that. The man, your father entrusted to accompany you back to the village, simply haven't showed up and you sat in the small inn pondering what to do next. It was foolish to even consider going back alone. With autumn season nearing it's end, cold winter air was creeping from the north rattling against the old wooden walls of the inn. Not to talk about groups of men wandering around and waiting for an opportunity to rob, rape and kill women on the road.

road, which would take at least a week.

you were brave and reckless but far from stupid, you wouldn't even last 3 days on the road. but you had to.

had to

With winter nearing, you couldn't get stuck in an inn where you hardly knew anyone with no food and barely any money left. Waiting for your family to send another person to accompany you back would also take too long. It seemed like an impossible situation and you were about to start panicking until a solution presented itself.

Big hat. That was the first thing you noticed about the stranger. Then you saw a scabbard that glistened in the morning light and the weird tinted glasses that hid their stare. Accidentally overhearing the conversation between him and the innkeeper got your hopes back up. Coincidentally strange samurai also happened to be headed to your village. It seemed that you haven't run out of luck completely. Convincing the samurai to let you accompany him to the village took a lot of effort and begging on your part but the very next day you both were headed to your home, walking out from an old inn into the road surrounded by fallen leaves.

The air was crisp and fresh brushing against your skin and twirling colourful leaves around you. Samurai was quiet but you didn't mind the silence that much. You noticed even back in the inn that he didn't like to waste time on small talk so you silently followed him on the road enjoying the scenery around you.

The first night you spent out in the woods surrounded by trees looming around you, the temperature dropping significantly but thankfully samurai made a fire so the cold late autumn weather didn't bother you much. Both of you ate quietly and you settled to sleep near fire while samurai took watch. The fire cast shadows that swirled with each flicker. It was hard to fall asleep when you could feel his gaze on the back of your head and the anxiousness seeped into your skin sending warn signals to your mind about the whole situation. You barely knew the stranger and while he agreed to let you tag along with him, you were too quick to trust him. Who knew what he'd do? You two were completely alone in woods. Even if you wanted you couldn't shout for help because there wasn't a soul who could hear you.

It seemed that while your mind was racing, your body was having other problems and soon exhaustion took over making you fall into a troubled slumber. It didn't last long. You awoke with a jolt, clutching your hand against your chest, nightmare slowly fading away as you took in your surroundings eyes searching for a tall form of a samurai except he was nowhere to be seen. Panic seeped into your skin and settled heavily in your stomach. You glanced around frantically searching for him, the fire long gone, late autumn chill creeping up and leaving goosebumps on your skin.

He left you. That was your first thought and in the blind panic you stood up, walking in a random direction hoping to catch up to him. You wouldn't survive alone in woods. At least it seemed that your belongings were not touched at all but what good it would do if you ended up dying anyways?

You walked around blindly for a while until you heard a strange sound and slowly, with careful steps went to the direction where you heard it from, light coming down from above helping you lead the way. It appeared there was a small river deep into the woods, you could hear the sound of water rushing down disappearing in the darkness down the way where faint light from the moon couldn't reach it. That's when you noticed the samurai. It appeared that your panic was short-lived and suddenly you felt foolish. He didn't abandon you, he just simply cleaned himself in the water while you were sleeping. He was dressing up when your eyes zeroed in on his chest. Rather, on a strange fabric covering the area. bindings? why would a man need bindings around his chest you wondered before realization hit you and you let out a quiet gasp, taking slow steps backwards.

He, or rather, she was on you before you even managed to blink. The tip of the sword brushed against your neck and you finally let out a loud gasp falling on the cold ground scrambling on your feet to get away from the samurai. She pulled her sword away, grabbing your kimono and bringing her face closer until you could feel her cold breath against your skin. Eyes, icy like the river, bore into you seemingly trying to pierce you with the gaze alone and all you could do was stare back at her gaping like a fish out of water.

If looks could kill

Another shiver took a hold of your body and then you heard it, her voice, almost as cold and deadly as her eyes, whispering against your ear,

"If you tell anyone about this I will kill you"

And brave and reckless you were, but mindless you were not for you believed her every word and managed a tiny, shaky nod not trusting your voice to speak. She let go of you then, dropping you unceremoniously on the ground and going back to finish dressing up as you sat there wondering if luck was at your side or you were truly foolish to believe so.

Next morning you both continued your walk again. You quietly gathered your supplies after eating and followed her on the road not missing the stare which now you knew hid eyes colour of a chilly winter sky. The silence once welcoming now hung in the air threatening to deafen you. Tension so thick you could almost taste it on your tongue. Walk was short lived because not even an hour in, your luck decided to test you again.

Three men, seemingly out of nowhere appeared right in front of you two their gazes dark, their eyes even darker and you cursed in your head noticing their ugly stares fixed on your body. Your samurai just stood there staring down at them without saying a word before slowly tilting her head to the side and whispering for only you to hear,

"stand back"

You did as you were told and watched as the three men laughed at your companion.

"You think you can take us?" Said one of them, voice raspy filled with amusement and mockery as he took out the small blade and dangled it in front of the samurai while other two laughed. "Give us the girl and maybe we'll let you walk away"

You heard it then. A faint chuckle, melodic and deep so unlike the laugh coming out of awful men in front of you and a part of you, mistrustful and weak and so, so foolish, wondered if she'd actually give you to them. It seemed that you didn't have to wonder long because she unsheathed the sword and before you even managed to blink, her sword was slicing the hand dangling a rusty blade.

It felt like time slowed down, hand fell on the ground blood oozing out from the wound painting everything red and you felt like you were underwater, your ears filled with cotton. You didn't even notice your shaky legs giving out as you fell on the ground yet again.

It ended as fast at it started and soon one man lay dead on the ground, blood pooling around him, his sliced hand laying next to him clutching that rusty metal as other two were running away with panicked gasps and curses. There wasn't a drop of blood on the samurai as she turned around putting the sword back into the scabbard. She noticed your fallen form and tilted her head an unkind smile appearing on her face as she took slow steps towards you, like an animal stalking it's prey.

"are you scared?" Her voice held a hint of mockery, tone almost bored. You realized then that she expected you to run. To cry. A demon, an onryō wearing a mask of a human with mixed blood and eyes so unlike anything you've ever seen before. She expected you to be scared or disgusted and while you were shocked and maybe scared a little bit, there was a hint of something deep inside you, something that made you walk all those miles away from home, made you brave and made you reckless.

A hint of curiosity.

You were curious about her. A lone samurai, a woman, something completely unheard of, walking around for a purpose you didn't know and killing with such precision and skill that left you speechless. That intrigued you, that pulled you in and made you want to understand, to unravel the mystery that was the woman standing in front of you. So really, how could you help it? How could you stop the curiosity taking over your body and how could you stop the words that stumbled out of your mouth catching both of you by surprise.

"What's your name?"

Such a simple, innocuous question. There was a dead man laying in his own blood and there was a samurai in front of you who killed him in mere seconds and you wanted to know her name?

She let out a laugh then. A real laugh, throwing her head back and wrapping arms around herself all hints of mockery and distrust disappearing from her face. The sound pulled you in, mesmerized you and took you by surprise so sudden you felt foolish. foolish for the way your cheeks warmed and foolish for the way your treacherous heart speed up it's rhythmic beating against your chest.

"It's mizu" was all she said after she calmed down and oh, you were such a foolish girl after all.

The walk afterwards wasn't as unpleasant anymore. Tension hanging in the air disappeared and took the silence with it. For some unknown but quite welcoming reasons she even indulged in small talk with you. You got to know about her purpose and in return she got to know about your life in village.

Mizu. Set on a path towards killing four white men in japan. Mizu, whose blue eyes lost it's icy edge and reminded you more of a warm summer sky instead, of clear ocean - wild, untamed but beautiful and deadly. And you wondered, if you tested your luck once more, could you drown in them or drift above.

[yuzurins]

# i’m smitten with the thought of you

itoshi rin x gn!reader. sae and rin don’t have an estranged relationship. childhood friends to (eventual) lovers. crack don’t take this too srsly pls

“rin, say ahh!” you hold out a spoonful of cake in front of his face.

“shut the fuck up.” rin pouts, turning his head away from you.

you snicker, but your hand doesn’t falter. “come on! you know you want it~” you tease, dragging the end of the sentence as if you were talking to a small child.

he keeps his mouth shut, and you gush internally at the fact that he’s blatantly sulking. rin will never beat the allegations for being the cutest boy ever, even if he’s not the same as the sweet little boy you knew years ago.

desperately trying to hold back a laugh, you purse your lips and mimic rin’s little pout. “you used to listen to me much more obediently when you were younger.”

“you-“ you shoved the spoon into his mouth as soon as you get the chance. rin reluctantly complies but is quick to complain after. “that’s foul!”

you raise an eyebrow. “and that’s what the naughty boys get. tsk tsk.”

it’s obvious you don’t understand how wrongly your words could be interpreted by the way your expression stays unwavering. perhaps it was your dense disposition, or the fact that you’ve known rin since he was a kid in preschool.

rin thinks he’s being — and has been — painfully obvious about his feelings, yet you still fail to notice the faint blush creeping onto his face. even sae found out about it, and rin had to fight for his life to defend himself.

“rin. that’s practically incest-“

“oh my god nii-chan, you know that’s not true!”

sae can think you’re like a sibling to him, but rin doesn’t. in fact, he has never. he can’t deny that he’s had a crush on you the moment you were introduced to him as sae’s friend, and though it might seem like it was just puppy love, his current actions can prove that it isn’t.

“and you used to be so well-behaved back then.” you sigh dramatically. “did you know you would stick to me all the time, and get super jealous whenever i did anything with sae?”

the younger boy scoffs, standing up to go get a drink of water to make sure he doesn’t go insane from your ruthless teasing.

“hey! don’t run away!” you smile, eyes twinkling in amusement, as you get up to follow him. “it was really cute, i swear!”

choosing not the humour you, rin continues on with his task (that he could not care less about), humming in response.

you stand next to him and watch, occasionally feeling the need to poke him. starting from his arm, you string a line of pokes all the way up to his face, where you change your stance to pinch his cheek, a frequent action of endearment you used to do when you were younger.

needless to say, you were not expecting rin to grab your hand so promptly. and you most definitely were not expecting him to then lean towards you, not stopping until his face was merely an inch away.

“woah-“ you exhale as you stumble back slightly. he’s close enough for you to study all the details of his face, from the strands of his hair to the sharp curve of his jaw. he towers over you, his broad shoulders wide enough to engulf you completely into his presence. it’s funny, this scene is the complete opposite of what it was like as children, your roles entirely switched.

your breath hitches as his gaze locks onto yours, showing you all his pent-up feelings over the years for the first time. he’s determined, you can tell at least that much, but what surprises you the most is how dilated his pupils are; his eyes are begging to let you know his story, one of his long, endless pining for you, and you only.

it goes without saying you weren’t ignorant enough to overlook the reality that rin grew up, that he’s matured now. would it be cowardly for you to admit that you have indeed taken notice of his feelings at times, but refused to act on them in fear of losing him? what if you were wrong? what if rin didn’t like you that way? there was too much on the line, and you didn’t want to risk every memory you’ve made with him and sae for the past 12 years.

like an unspoken condition between you two, rin also knows the risks. he knows, but he’s so smitten it’s driving him insane. you’re a risk that he’s willing to take, and he’s had his mind made up since the beginning.

“yeah?” he whispers. “how about now?”

dumbstruck, you nod absentmindedly in response. almost like you were under a spell, and rin was the mastermind enchanting you.

rin smirks at the sight of your face heating up and flushing to a light red. “you still think i’m cute, y/n?”

“the cutest ever.” you’re quick to recover, flashing a small smile of your own. shameless, but you refuse to concede now. “care to prove me wrong, itoshi?”

“what the fuck are you two doing in the kitchen, oh my god.” sae deadpans. “rin, please pick and choose a better time to confess your feelings, thanks.”

you jump. rin groans.

“you need to pick and choose a better time to interrupt, THANK YOU.” rin scowls, letting go of your hand. the sudden withdrawal of his warmth disappoints you, but you smile nonetheless hearing their brotherly antics.

sae’s impassive, walking in between the two of you to refill his own water. “you two forgot all about me, i was getting worried that rin might’ve killed y/n or something.”

“as if!” rin rolls his eyes. “get out of here, at least let me finish.”

shooting him a quick side-eye, sae smirks at his little brother. “okay loverboy, just make sure to not make a mess in the kitchen.” and he swiftly makes an exit before any further retaliation.

“i hate him.”

“you know you don’t.”

rin sighs, closing his eyes for a few seconds.“i guess the cat’s out of the bag now.”

you laugh, and grab his hand to play with his fingers, a not very subtle attempt to hide your beet red face. “think it was obvious enough, rinnie.”

his heart throbs at your use of his childhood nickname. “took you long enough.”

“so, will you continue to show me how cute you are?” you ponder as you look up at rin.

“stop treating me like a child, jeez.” and that pout is back onto his face once again. “i’ll show you anything you want, but i’ll make sure you won’t see me as just a cute little boy anymore.”

a/n: this was so crack of me. not proofread btw i wrote this in one sitting. ^_^ @kouyun <3

[pussyeater8000]

For the tmnt fans that need to hear this 👍

[bakubunny]

i’m dosing off thinking about daddy! katsuki x reader filth

so… tw: ddlg, age play, somno basically but not rlly

imagine being so sleepy to the point you can’t even keep your eyes open, to the point you pop your thumb in your mouth because you were just a tad deeper in that headspace than usual. s’to be expected with the week you’ve had. and katsuki has you nice n’ snug on his lap, rocking you both in his worn recliner, smelling so nice and woodsy from just getting out of the shower. he’s probably busy flicking through the news channels, a nice sense of calm over him with the sound of your coo-worthy little suckles on your thumb. it was innocent when he asked, “you want daddy’s fingers, munchkin’?”.

truly he had meant did you want his fingers instead of yours, but your head was way too fuzzy, sleep winning the battle rather rapidly, and all you could think to do was spread you legs. a small smirk tugs the corner of the blonde’s lips, but he didn’t miss a beat when he let the rough pads of his fingers press against the seat of your damp panties.

“needy, princess. haven’t even touched ya properly.”

“jus’ smell good, dada daddy.”

i just know he smells good…i just know dilf katsuki smells devine. i just know

okay bye, luv ya !

i um. i read this last night and i had to take a break. 😵‍💫

i thought this morning would be better but nope.

and of course hearing those words on your lips as you talk around your hand makes his cock jump because you’re so adorable, he can’t help it. you’re warm, you’re soft…. you smell milky, powdery, and sweet in return. you’re pliant and so, so sleepy that it made heat rush below the waistband of his sweats. and the way you mewl when his fingers tease, rubbing up and down over the fabric, ghosting circles into your clothed clit is the only convincing he needs that you really do need his fingers to fall asleep.

[todoroki-sweetheart]

“Minors dni” [writes nsfw about minors]

Okay, so normally I wouldn’t address stuff like this, but it’s come to my attention that a lot of fanfic writers are having to deal with this.

And let me tell you this, I started writing fanfiction when I was 17 years old. When I started, all the characters I wrote for were age-appropriate or older than me.

Now, let me remind you that every single character I have written about is canonically now grown up. In Attack On Titan, Haikyuu!!, and My Hero Academia mangas they are now beyond LEGAL ages!!

Not to mention that in all of my fics they are aged up anyways, so here is also your daily reminder:

It is not the authors fault that we outgrow the people we write about. You can be the same age as these characters and write about them, but the difference is that you will grow up, they will not!! They will forever be the age that their author writes them to be (which in my case, is still LEGAL!), and there is nothing we can do about that even if at one point we were the same age. Real life will move on and most of the time authors will age these characters up as they age. It is not our fault they are frozen in time because everything we write for is strictly FICTION, meaning it is NOT REAL, nonnie. These people don’t exist, and all we’re trying to do is have fun and supply content to others who love these fandoms as much as we do.

So please, if you wouldn’t mind, get your head out of your fucking ass and save these dumbass comments for someone else. Or better yet, just stop harassing people that are only trying to have fun and love their favorite characters.

Thanks 🙂

(I’m adding tags so other people that have concerns/a similar mindset about this can see it)

[prttykittes]

Merry Christmas, kitty!!! :333

Can I request Childe fucking you with his fingers and making you cum while his precious slibings one their presents!! :33

Can I be - 🎮 anon?

I think I know who this is….(someone that I know irl who kept talking about that emoji and who knows my account and who jokingly calls me Kitty irl..)mmhhhh, keeping my eye on u/j

CW. Public sex(he fucks you in the living), I forgot terms of sexy stuff, You are covered by a blanket, Christmas themes, Childe and reader are married and around the same age(20’s), grammar mistakes???

Notes: You just wanted to have fun opening presents, not Childe opening your hole -3-

You watch as his siblings open their gifts by the big man with the white beard! They all had a big smile on their faces, seeing gifts that they had wanted! Childe turns to you, he loves your warm and soft smile. You wanted to open gifts as well, you felt his fingers brush your ring. The ring that he brought you, the ring that makes you guys together forever! He bounces you on his leg, he doesn't say anything so you only hear his breathing, his siblings smile and laugh at the gifts. Your lap is covered by a blanket to protect you from the cold weather, Childe spreads your legs open, you ignore his actions as you dreamt of opening gifts like you did as a child! His fingers prod at your pants, his hand going into your pants, his fingers prod at your underwear. You gasp and you glare at him, he just gives you a smile. His two digits prod at your underwear, he digs his fingers in before he pulls it out, it makes a slap noise. Teucer pops up at the slap noise and looks at you in confusion. You explain that you slapped your thigh because you felt something moving on it. Teucer smiles and continues opening gifts, Ajax blows in your ear. You jump slightly and you make a face. “Stop” you whisper to him, he chuckles and you bite your lip. You try your best to muffle your moaning, your hips stutter as his fingers prod at your hole, he slips his index finger in, you let out a muffled moan. He soon slips his middle finger in, he twirls his fingers inside of you, he takes it out and slips his ring finger in, you can the ring touching your skin as he fingers your hole. Your legs tremble as it closes, you gasp and close your eyes. You let out multiple moans, your legs kick slightly, your body leaning towards him. Ajax kisses your ear as he rubs your hip with his other hand, he coos in your ear. His fingers never stop working on you, he moves his other hand to your sex, he rubs it. He flicks it, it makes your mind go hazy. You smile and say “that's great!” To his siblings, your face turned darker as you felt yourself getting wet and hot, why did he have to do this to you?! This continues until some moments later, your hips stutter as he goes faster. You can hear wet sounds, it's embarrassing and you hope that none else can hear that! He coos at you still, playing with your clothing, he plays with your hair, he bounces you on his leg, he plays with your hips. You mewl softly and quietly, you dead stop as you let out a loud muffled moan. You feel yourself coming undone, your legs close as you breath heavily and wait with him until everyone leaves so he can continue playing with his toy!

[mostholy]

🎩 “《 Yandere! Sabo x CP9! Reader 》„🎩

reference from pic 1!! I saw this from Pinterest; sorry i dont know the creator of this art but still credits to the artist!! 💗🌌🌃🎑

[getonite]

WHERE IS THE ROGER X READER X RAYLEIGH FICS??? DO I HAVE TO DO IT MYSELF OMG. THAT'S THE TAG TEAM YALL. THIS IS THE LIVE TRIANGLE BLUEPRINT.

[luimagines]

First I wanted to say I and adore all of your writing! And if requests are still open, maybe one where theres the fake engagement trope

Oh dear! ^.^*

This one's specific! I hope I do it justice!

Masterlist

Part one will include Hyrule, Wind and Four

Content under cut!

Hyrule

"Of course we're married!" The words left your mouth before you truly registered what you were saying.

Both of you freeze and share a look even when the face of the local wasn't convinced.

You start blush something fierce. "Ok... we're not married-"

"Yet." Hyrule blurts, also blushing up a storm. "We're not married yet. We'll be wed in the summer."

You nod, adding along to the fib. You're grateful that he's playing along but you also have no idea what you're doing.

The local shakes their head. "And you decided to come to our village in the meantime? With all yooouuur..."

"Family. Brother's. Cousin's. Their Uncle." Hyrule grins awkwardly. "They wouldn't just let us come on our own."

"I see..." Said in the tone of someone who does, in fact, not see. "Chaperones for the lucky couple then?"

"Something like that." You agree, shrugging slightly.

"Well then, I suppose that you'll try to have some time to yourselves, right?" The glint in the stranger's eyes changes tone and you find that you're not entirely sure if like where they're going with this.

"...yeah..." Hyrule looks over to you for confirmation. "Something like that."

"Well I can help you set up your rooms at the inn." They grin, seemingly innocent. "That way everything will all be set up and they would have no reason to bother you two."

"Oh, that's a lovely offer..." You scramble to try and get this guy off of your tail. "But we wouldn't want to be a burden."

"Nonsense!" They chuckle. "I'm the owner. Come on. Let me check you all in. I'll even give a discount for the first three nights."

You can already hear Legend's voice yelling at you in the back of your head. Whether it's for finding yourself in this situation to begin with, or for not jumping on the deal as fast as you should, you're not sure yet. Maybe it's both.

"Th-thank you." Hyrule nods, squeezing your hand tighter. "We appreciate it."

You nods in agreement, following the stranger through the town and into the inn where they look up their available room for your group to stay the next couple of days.

"And one room for the couple." They hand you the keys to your room separately with conspiring wink.

The blush on your faces is real. "Thank you, again. Kindly."

"Anytime you find yourselves back in our humble village, just come to my inn!" They say proudly.

You sigh internally. How long will you have to put up this act?

"Honey! Who are you talking to?" A voice shouts from the back.

"A newlyweds." They grin. "Gave them a discount on a room since their whole family is visiting too."

"Oh how nice!"

You cringe further. There's no way you're going to be able to keep this to yourselves. You can hear the teasing now. It's going to be a long three days.

Wind

"It's not like you're going to have anybody that likes you anyway." A bully taunts you, pushing you hard enough for you to fall over.

You grit your teeth, bracing for impact. They kick your leg while you're down. You make no verbal reply

"What are you going to do about it?" Another mimics the kick as you try to stand up again. You fall harshly onto your knee. Something tears and you can feel the spot begin to grew wet and warm.

"Leave me alone." You say through gritted teeth. You can feel your eyes begin to tear up. You try your hardest to keep them down but between the pain, both emotional and physical, you're unable to keep them at bay for every long.

"Oh look they're crying!"

"Shut up!" A voice cries out. It's enraged and near and familiar. "Get away from them!"

"Hey!" They scream. "You can't just bring a sword around these parts!"

You wince and look up. Wind is standing over you. One hand is covering you while the other holds his sword, pointing it at the bullies around you.

"Take it from me then." Wind spits. Literally. Right into the leader's eye.

He jumps back, using one hand to wipe it off of his face. "I'm going to tell."

"I saw you kick them." Wind growls. "Twice. I saw you deserve it."

They all shift awkwardly and even jump away when Wind fakes a strike. "Leave."

He doesn't need to say it again.

You sniffle and pick yourself up, looking over your injuries. "I'm bleeding."

Wind drops down next to you to check it out himself. He looks sad. "I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough.... But Hyrule can fix you up. Come on, I'll help you."

You sigh, hitting the ground pathetically in defeat. "I'm fine... Just don't tell Twilight."

Wind frowns. He might actually do that.

You sniffle and stand, brushing yourself off. The tears that you can't fully fight back roll down your cheeks. "It's not like they said anything wrong."

"What did they say?" Wind uses his sleeve to dry your tears. He's not going to say that they hit you, even if they did. It's clear that not what hurt the most.

"Look at me." You laugh pathetically and gesture to yourself. "They said that I was never going to get married because no one would want to marry me.... And like.... I don't have to get married....but I would like someone to like me-"

"I like you." Wind frowns.

"No, Link. Not like that-"

"I'll marry you." He scrunches his eyebrows, fully serious. "When we get big enough, I'll find you again and marry you. I promise."

You cough and shake your head. "That's not how it works."

"I'll make it work." Wind grins, taking your hand. "Now let's go find the others and teach those bullies a lesson."

"Wait- what?"

"Let's go!"

"Wind, wait!"

Four

"I know I promised you that I was going to help you with this but you're going to have to explain the plan to me again." You adjusted the clothes around you for what had to be the nth time already.

Four looked just as uncomfortable as you felt, which honestly, helped you feel a little bit better about going into this. He huff and puffed and adjusted his hair time and time again. Somehow, you had always missed that his headband always seemed to cover up a cowlick and since his hair was in a ponytail for the evening, that little cowlick was giving him a reason to panic ever so slightly.

You lick your thumb and brush over it to help him out. "The plan?"

"Ri-right." Four clears his throat and pulls out a map of sorts. There's writing on it but it's not like you know how to read that. "The entrance is here. The others will meet up here at the this gate. From there we want to act as naturally as possible that that both you and I can get passed the guards and get into the building. The guys will be a distraction."

You nod. "Do you think they'll blow something up?"

"Most likely."

"We can never come here again after this."

"Oh yeah."

You grin and stick out your hand. "Ready?"

Four seems to look at your for a moment before he registers that you're waiting for him. "Yes, yes! Coming."

He takes your hand and take a deep breath. "Let's make this quick."

You both enter the party together, arm in arm with large smiles on your faces. You don't have a problem with mingling or finding the gate to let the rest of your group. But you quickly run into a problem.

Neither of you made a cover story.

"Well don't the two of your look lovely!" Another guest stops you in your tracks. An older woman with bright eyes and a kind face. "Are you related?"

"Husband."

"To be."

You both look at each other in various states of shock. That wasn't part of the plan! Why did you just say that!?

The woman swoons slightly. "Oh how romantic, I remember when I was your age. My husband and I used to talk for hours about the time when we would truly be wed-"

You both share awkward smiles. You don't wish to be rude, but your distraction will be coming any moment nd you need to take advantage of it.

"Ever since my husband died, I've been thinking about how he used to always come to my rescue." She sniffles. "Well, just the other day-"

The explosions happens. Screams and manical laughter fill the soon to be smoke covered room.

"We need to head to safety ma'am." Four grabs your hand and her, and drags her the edge of the room. "Stay here, we'll go get help."

You do not get help.

You continue with your plan to collect some stolen items to continue with your quest. Four's hand has a tight grip on your the entire time. His cheeks are pink and your chest feels warm and light.

Surely you didn't have anything to drink tonight, right?

You look at your hand as you look through the rooms.

Neither of you hesitated to say that.... Doesn't sound so bad when you think about it some more.

Part 2

[robingivesmemagic]

obsessed w this robin that was featured in a collection of fan design concepts

[coruscanti-arabi]

Saudade

Unfinished WIP. Ezra Bridger x reader. First love, angsty. Written in five minutes because I'm so content-deprived. Reader is the same age as Ezra, set during the Ahsoka series with a Rebels flashback.

His hand grasps yours, warm in the cold night air. The silence hung heavy, as the sky illuminated with the remnants of an explosion. Tears staining your faces, as the ship pilots away from the wreckage, leaving the man you'd grown to love as an older brother behind.

He squeezes your hand then, as if you were his lifeline. The anger and sadness is killing you all. Sabine tends to Hera, sitting her on a chair and barking orders to Chopper to get you out of there now.

As you land, the shock wears off and Ezra finally drops your hand, he's paused by Zeb and you don't hear what he says but you know.

"He's gone."

"Sabine, Ezra's gone. It's been years."

"How can you say that? He's out there and we need to bring him home."

You sigh, "Sabine, I had to let him go, you will too."

She storms out in a silent rage, speeding off into the distance, away from your Lothal home. The door whirs closed.

Then, you're on your knees and you sob. It rips through your chest, you had to let him go to survive, you rationalise but you know that if Sabine hadn't left right then, you would've crumbled and fallen back into the disarray you knew would only end in heartbreak and a missing first love.

When Ahsoka and Hera reached out, there was no question. Nothing was going to stop you from bringing Ezra - your Ezra - home.

His picture on your holopad illuminates the dark cockpit, and barely above a whisper "I'll see this through to the end, Ezra, I promise."

[imababblekat]

I love the thought of Bayverse Raph being so so sooo incredibly gentle with his s/o, especially if they’re human. Guy can literally toss a shipping container like skipping a rock across a pond, and it terrifies him how easy it would be for him to hurt you. He ofc never would though, Raph is unbelievably gentle with you. I like to hc that part of his love language other than gift giving is physical touch, and the further along in your relationship the more confident he is in making contact with you. He’s always super gentle caresses and soft kisses. Even in moments where you’re in danger he’ll very carefully move you behind him despite being filled with a unwarranted rage at whoever dare to try and bring you harm.

[thegreencanary]

Karen Wheeler Hate Club

Based on this request!

Paring: Billy Hargrove and Female Reader (established relationship)

TW: Cursing, Smoking, ADULTS BEING FUCKING GROSS. Minors this is a DNI cuz the adults are nasty. So go find Joyce and Hopper and get a story from them. A good safe bedtime story that doesn’t involve bored suburban moms who need to be in jail.

A/N: This is my work and I give no one the permission to post it on other sites or claim it as their own or do both of those things. Also Karen is gross for hitting on Billy and I will not take any questions at this time.

Also please take the Trigger Warnings seriously!Mental health first babes.

It’s a short one, just a little one shot!

Fuming wasn't a word that would describe you often, but today it fit perfectly. The sun was out but the fact that Karen Wheeler was trying to pick up your boyfriend was making you burn. Billy didn't mind, and at first he really liked it but once the two of you started dating he had backed off the flirting. Sure he was older and hotter than the high school boys at Hawkins, but Nancy was literally his age and she even got on her mom about it. You huffed as Karen tossed her head back laughing at something Billy said. He was just being nice, which means he was being a huge flirt. That boy had two settings, mad as hell and flirty as fuck. .The past few months you'd seen a different side to him with the Upside Down showing you different things about all your friends, you eventually developed feelings for Billy. No matter how sweet he was to you, he knew how much you hated Karen Wheeler. Grabbing your bag you almost jumped out of your lawn chair when you saw Steve enter the pool. He could take over watching the kids, you weren't going to stick around and watch someones MOM hit on your freaking boyfriend.

"Hey Y/N! Wh--"

"El is in the bathroom, everyone else is in the deep end. Have fun. Bye."

You cut Steve off and he looked so confused. His eyes followed yours and the sight of Karen looking up at Billy while he was on the lifeguard chair was all he needed to understand.

"See you later."

"Yeah."

There was some commotion behind you as you stormed out, only to feel a strong hand on your arm; stopping you.

"Where are you going babe?"

"Home...or maybe to Nancy's house to tell her dad that his wife is a pervert."

Billy sighed, he thought your jealousy was funny and a little cute but now it was clear that you didn't find it either of those things. He lit a cigarette and tried to talk to you.

"I get it, I can't exactly tell her to fuck off at work thought."

"It's fine Billy. I get it. Hot mom and everyone wants her. Well you can fucking have her then."

You ripped your arm away from Billy and stormed off. You heard him cussing behind you and saying you were over reacting but you didn't care. Later that night you got a phone call from Billy. He wasn't one for apologizing but he talked to you a bit about everything and you explained your side as well. The two of you made up under the rule that he wouldn't entertain Mrs. Wheeler at all. That was what was supposed to happen, yet Karen didn't seem to get the message that he wasn't interested. Every damn day she was at the pool waiting for Billy, wearing new swim suits and makeup...who fucking wears makeup to go swimming? You reached your limit when you went on your lunch break from work to eat with Billy and there she was, standing too close to Billy and trying to put her nasty hands all over her. The rage you felt carried your feet to Billy and you stepped in front of Karen, placing a big kiss on Billy's lips. He smirked and wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you in tighter.

A moment or two passed and you separated, looking at Karen with spite in your eyes.

"I'm sorry, was I interrupting?"

"Not at all baby, Mrs. Wheeler was just asking about swim lessons."

That fucking bitch.

"Huh. Mike and Nancy swim great, just like their mom!"

A deviously innocent smile crawled across your face as you saw Karen step back in defeat.

"Yeah...its for a friend. She never really learned..."

"I'm sure she would fit right in to the group classes. After all, it's a little weird for someone your age to be spending alone time with teenagers, isn't it?"

Billy squeezed your side playfully. The smile on this face was of pure awe. You were a force to be reckoned with and he fucking loved it.

"I...I suppose so. Thank you for the information Billy. I'll see you around."

"I'm always at work."

He responded nicely but it was clear there was NOTHING more to feed the delusional Karen Wheeler. Once she was out of sight, Billy picked up where you two left off from the kiss and a blush reached your toes.

"Billy! People can see..."

"That didn't stop you before baby. You're so fucking hot when you're mad."

"Well don't make me mad like that again or you'll be the one I'm bitching at."

"You're cute when you think you can scare me."

He smirked and grabbed your ass. This lunch was going to be very quick.

[martyrbat]

[ID: the uncoloured drawing for page 4 of the comic Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #192 next to the publicized page. In them, Alfred is in a room in the Wayne Manor and is drawing back the curtains to let in the sunlight. The narration reads, ‘In the morning, it's like nothing happened,’ despite Bruce almost bleeding out from a rough patrol last night. Bruce from off panel comments, “Ah, much better with the extra light. Thank you, Alfred.” Alfred looks over and dryly replies, “You know, anyone else would be doing pretty well just to be awake”

Bruce is shown to be in an electric hospital bed and has his head wrapped in bloodstained bandages, where little tufts of black hair stick out from it. He has a neck brace on and his arm is wrapped. There's a large bandage placed on his lower face, where his stubble is also overgrown due to neglecting his personal grooming in favour of focusing on Batman related duties. The revealed room is shown to be cluttered with several large, medical machines and carts full of medical supplies — which includes sponges, oxygen tanks and masks, pain relievers, syringes, bandages, and (inexplicably) a baster. Bruce sits up in bed and is chewing at the end of a pen as he looks down at a notepad and several papers that's on an overbed table.

Alfred brings him breakfast on a tray as he remarks, “I step out for twenty minutes and you're not only awake, you're already scribbling notes. Might I impose on you to set those aside long enough for some food, if not some actual rest?” Bruce instead asks where's the coffee, to which Alfred responds, “Actually, Sir, I think the last thing your overtaxed system needs right now is more stimulant.” Bruce challenges him, “‘Overtaxed’? Is that your professional opinion?” Alfred wryly replies, “As the one who found you riddled with holes last night, I can only speculate as to their cause. However... having discounted the possibility of suicidal intention, or gross incompetence, on your part...” Bruce immediately accuses, “You think I'm trying to do more than I can actually manage.” His butler calmly justifies, “Unless you've developed some new ability that you are hiding from me, I suspect you cannot be everywhere at once.”

In the original line art, there's two plushies (a round bunny and a bat) drawn amongst all the medical supplies. Sadly, it wasn't included in the publicized version. The third photo is a description of the drawing from the artist's (Seth Fisher) website. It reads: This is one of the delightful pages in which Seth put some amusements for himself which were censored and excised by the editors, in order to retain Batman's image as a serious superhero. In this page both the bunny and the bat in the lower right frame failed to make the final cut.]