#imagine the whole 'moving the mattress in and out and in of the dorm' but with lukereggiealex

[innytoes]

JATP Gilmore Girls AU

Because apparently sooner or later I create a Gilmore Girls au for every fandom I am in... All the blame goes to @hawkguyhasstarbucks who sent me ‘emily patterson 🤝 emily gilmore’ and I have not known peace since.

-When Luke has Rory, he decides to name her Lorelai after himself. That way, there will still be a Lorelai in the family after he transitions so everyone can suck it.

-Luke is constantly baffled by his daughter being like, the opposite of him in every way. Except really she isn’t. He is all about music, she is all about books. He loves and supports her even if he doesn’t really get it.

-Luke still runs away to work at the Independence Inn. But besides cleaning rooms, he also mans the piano or guitar during dinner. If you tip well enough, he will play requests. If he thinks your request sucks, he will keep your money and play something better. If you want him to play Piano Man, it’s 100 bucks.

-Bobby, Rory’s father, did not run away with them even though Luke asked him to. When Luke is cleaning rooms several years later, he hears a very familiar song on the radio.

-It’s said to be by Trevor Wilson, but Luke knows that voice.

-Let’s just say that for the sake of their kid, Luke doesn’t sue the pants off of Bobby. He’s been dealing with his shitty broken promises to Rory for years and trying to keep from badmouthing her other dad. But this is one bridge too far and it’s burnt.

-He lets Bobby know if he ever tries to steal another song of Luke’s, Luke will not only sue the pants off of him, he will tell Rory everything. Rory who at eight is already smarter than both of them put together and the most fair-minded child in the universe.

-Bobby takes this threat very seriously and indeed never steals another song of Luke’s. His first album is a hit, but all his next ones are kind of flops. He does pay Luke some money, so he can move and get a house for him and Rory.

-Luke moves to his own place in Stars Hollow with Rory and they are quickly adopted by the town. They have breakfast almost every morning at Reggie’s, the diner in town. It’s run by Reggie, who is just a ray of sunshine, and Alex, who complains about how much coffee he and Rory drink but also always pours it for them anyway.

-Luke and Rory move next door to the Molinas, who are pretty awesome and have a daughter about Rory’s age. Julie and Rory are best friends and Luke is so thankful to have some Adultier Adults nearby when he has parenting questions like ‘how young is too young for a child to read Russian literature’ and ‘how did I explode the microwave trying to make soup for my daughter, no it’s fine it’s not on fire... anymore’.

-Okay and also maybe Luke looked up to Ray a little about how to be a Proper Father because he was just winging it by going ‘how about I take everything my parents did and do Not That’.

-When Ray realises he makes sure to tell Luke that he’s doing everything right and Rory seems like a well-adjusted, happy kid. Luke manages to keep it together until he’s home and only then cries about it, because that’s all he’s ever wanted, was for Rory to be happy.

-Reggie inherited the hardware store from his dad and turned it into a diner. He immediately invited Alex to join him because 1) Alex knows coffee better than Reggie ever will and 2) they were best friends and Alex was on the verge of either being cut off from the family or forced into a marriage with a Girl, Any Girl.

-Yes the Mercers did cut him off because he started living with a man and they were both like: lol but we aren’t even dating.

-They lasted like, 2 or 3 years of ‘we’re totally not dating we’re best buds’ before finally confessing they were totally in love.

-The next morning while opening the diner, Miss Patty and Babette took one look at the two of them and exchanged money. (Babette thought it would take them at least another six months and was hoping for a Dramatic Christmas Confession instead of a ‘dramatic random March confession.’)

-Tía Victoria is 100% Miss Patty’s right hand woman. Together (when Taylor isn’t looking) they rule Stars Hollow. She had her money on New Years.

-Yes Reggie baked Rory a coffee cake for her birthday. Alex is the one that grumpily informed her she was sitting at the wrong table, before nodding to the table he and Reggie decorated with balloons.

-When Rose died Luke and Rory were devastated and they did their best to help. Even if that meant ‘we know better than to try and make you a casserole but we did buy one of everything you like at Reggie’s so here you go.’

-Luke has 100% covered for the Molinas with Victoria. No no that extra plate is totally for me Victoria I promise. You know I just freaking love Ray’s spaghetti so much.

-Rory gets into Chilton and they have a small party before Luke realises that they aren’t eligible for the scholarship money. Ray offers to loan him the money but he just can’t. Ray’s fighting to keep Julie in her own music school, he doesn’t need the extra stress.

-So he goes back to his parents.

-Can you imagine how fucking painfully awkward Friday Night Dinners are. Just sit with that a moment. On the one hand Luke has Unsaid Emily running through his mind, on the other, Emily is scolding him for not wearing sleeves and trying to talk Rory out of going to Harvard and go to Yale instead and all he wants to do is run away and hide at Reggie’s diner or possibly the Molina’s studio.

[kentosbabes]

Nanami doesn't really hang around Jujutsu High dormitories much, but the moment he starts dating a fellow sorcerer (who teaches students when she is not out on missions) he starts sneaking into her teacher dorm, drilling her into her mattress and telling her to be quiet or they'll get caught

sorry for disappearing for a bit, but now exams are over i’m back 🕺 I’m working thru all the requests and will be providing for you soon my loves🫶

‘shhh’ Nanami mumbles as he thrusts impossibly harder into u. He has you spread out underneath him, your hands gripping onto his shoulders as you cry out in pleasure, your legs wrapped around his waist slightly shaking as the tightness in your stomach only gets tighter.

Nanami shouldn’t even be there. He rarely even showed his face around the dorms, only if he needed something from Gojo or another sorcerer even then he often waited outside.

He felt like a teenager again, sneaking through your window so he wouldn’t get questioned by Gojo whose room was right next to yours. The first time you invited Nanami over before he could even get inside Gojo was bombarding him with questions and forcing him into his own room to ‘hang out’.

But he was in awe of you. How could he not be? He was obsessed with your voice and the way you looked at him. He fell in love with the way you carried yourself and interacted with your students with such care. He never imagined himself as such a sap yet when in your presence he becomes a lovesick puppy, pooling at your feet and complying to any word that seeps through your lips.

So when you messaged him ‘I need you’ he was up and out of his own place and rushing to yours. Before you could begin to overthink the ‘seen’ that was placed under your message, the sound of knocking was heard at your window. And there was your boyfriend, Nanami, standing, out of breath, and now climbing through your window and without a word shared pressing his lips to yours.

Now he’s taking off his tie and placing it in your mouth mumbling to ‘keep quiet unless you want the whole building to hear. or maybe that’s what you want’. His rough hand pressing down slightly on your lower stomach feeling himself prod at your cervix, watching as your eyes roll back and your muffled moans fill the air. Nanami himself struggled to keep quiet, the feeling of you gripping onto him sending waves of pleasure through this body making him shudder. ‘your such a good girl’ he groans out as he begins to kiss down your neck ‘so good for me darling’. He knows you’re close. He can feel it. The way your back arches and your eyes roll back. His fingers reach down and begin rubbing soft circles on your clit helping you reach your climax, with his own not far.

When he feels himself getting close he flips you over pushing your head down into the pillows and re entering you. His hips pounding into you making the bed lightly hit the wall every time his hips meet yours. one of his hands reach down and slap your ass before gripping onto your waist helping him reach deeper into you. His eyes are latched into where you two join, watching the white ring form around himself as your hips move back against him. He can still hear you whine even with his tie muffling you. The sounds only making him reach his release faster. ‘gotta keep quiet sweetheart’ he groans out in your ear, pulling you flush up against his chest and pointing at the wall which backs onto Gojo’s bedroom ‘or your neighbours will hear’.

You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten at his words. The thought that Gojo could hear how good Nanami was making you feel you knew was dirty but you also knew how thin the walls are, you know Gojo’s probably touching himself to the sound of you and Nanami. You know because you can sometimes hear him through the walls. You’d never admit it but you wanted to put on a show, you wanted everyone to know that Nanami is yours and you are his.

You reach behind you and onto Nanami’s thigh as if to signal your release. He immediately knows, his hand moving around your waist going back to circling your clit helping you to release around him. He’s quick to do the same filling you up and laying you down softly on the bed as he continues to slowly thrust into you making sure to fully fill you up. He then slowly lowers himself down the remove the tie and place soft kisses on the side of your face.

‘come on love let’s get you cleaned up’ he chuckles as he sees your eyes close and your breathing slow. You can only whine out as he picks you up and carries you into the bathroom helping you clean up and then getting you back into bed.

[skellseerwriting]

Fab 5 Sleepover Headcanons!

Based on these headcanons by me

Every week or two they have a sleepover in Uliana’s dorm (she has the room to herself and has the biggest mattress)

Usually they start off with watching a cheesy classic movie on a projector

They make fun of the movie the whole time and will throw popcorn at it

secretly though, they really enjoy watching them

Whenever it’s a Friday Sleepover, Uliana will mock Bridget with a “we’re having a sleep over tonight and you’re not invited.” Because whenever she does, Bridget will bake treats for their sleepover (not because she wants to be invited, but because she wants them to have fun)

Uli will answer the door in her duck pjs to grab the tray of food with “You’re still not invited!” without so much as a “thanks” (in a strange way, that is her way of saying thanks)

While shoving a cupcake down her mouth, Uliana will ramble about Bridget: “she’s awful” *eats cupcake* “I hate her” *takes another bite* “Her baking is terrible” *mouth full of frosting* “Who’d ever like that loser”

They all tend to gossip, however it’s mostly Uli complaining about Bridget

Once she reaches a fuming point, the others will start Karaoke

I imagine it’s either cheesy love songs or emotional ones about heartbreak, then they move onto music they like to headbang too (think “Bring me to Life” by Evanescence)

They clamber all around the room like little gremlins, using hairbrushes and lamps as microphones and guitars

Stuff WILL get broken

I think everyone has a different kind of song they like to do solos for

Maleficent likes to sing stuff that’s slow and eery (though one song I can imagine her singing is W.I.T.C.H.)(she would listen to Billie Eillish if her music existed at the time)

Hades will choose heavy metal he can scream to (put example here)

Hook will either go with a sea shanty or like, dark romance(?)(I was thinking like Stalker’s Tango)

Morgie will choose upbeat pop I think (such as High School Musical songs like “I don’t dance”, which he’ll duet with Hook)

Uliana will sing anything that’ll let her show off her pipes, or make her feel powerful (such as “Everybody Loves me” and “You should see me in a crown”)

To relax a little after that, Maleficent and Morgie will help everyone with face masks and cucumber slices to get a patented 15 minutes of vocal silence and music

”This is stupid-“ “Zip” “who likes-“ “shUT”

after washing their masks off they officially begin skin care with Hook and Morgie at the helm, who try to take a whole hour

due to the others complaining it’s more like 30 minutes

Right after that everyone does each other’s nails (black, usually), and bust out the hair curlers

With curly hair, Maleficent looks majestic, Hook looks fabulous, Hades’ hair looks ridiculous down, Uli’s barely waves, and Morgie just reverts to Peder Lindell

When they try and get ready for bed, that’s when Morgie will start a pillow fight. It quickly turns into chaos and ends with everyone vs. Uliana because she gets 8 pillows with her tentacles (she’s too overpowered)

it’ll always end once Morgie crashes asleep from over-exhaustion. after that, they’ll roll him onto the circle bed in the center of the room

they all cuddle to sleep, so they’ve devised a method for it

Uliana is in the middle so those on the side of her can use blankets (Uli sleeps hot, so she doesn’t use them)

Morgie and Hades are by the edge to lessen the chance of Hades hitting someone in his sleep, and Morgie from making someone fall off the bed (so it’s usually himself falling off now when it happens)

Once everyone’s in place and holding their respective plushies, Uli will bring out her tentacles and rest them over the blankets (it feels like a weighted blanket)

Then, Maleficent uses her sleeping spell she developed to put everyone to sleep, so that they don’t move around too much (it’s hard to fit everybody on the bed) and also keeps Uliana’s tentacles from moving and knocking into people

Once it’s morning time, Hook and Mali wake up first and go to bring breakfast back for the others

Morgie and Hades don’t wake up until Uli starts stirring and her tentacles begin hitting them

Then they laze around until noon, helping each other pick out outfits for the day, talking about the fun they had last night, and ideas for the next sleepover

[thoughtsfromthecowshed]

The Scheduling AU - Pt 5

Technically this was supposed to be more Wednesday orientated but I decided to focus more on Larissa just because it’s a good foundation to build off of for Wednesday.

So a few facts:

Larissa, Gomez and Morticia got together at 16.

Their story is actually kinda cute, about a week into their third year Gomez and Morticia had a conversation that went something along the lines of we both like each other and we both like Larissa, lets woo her together

And after that they were giving her little gift and casual touches and just generally being romantic to her all the time. And Larissa was soooo confused it wasn’t even funny

Until about 3 weeks into this they basically brought her a lovely bouquet with headless roses and lily of the valley, oleander and foxglove and a couple of sprigs of hemlock. And asked if she wanted to date both off them

She said yes while crying.

Before the open dorm system was implemented by Larissa, it was still gendered dorms and they couldn’t really visit each other. So Gomez would sneak out onto the roof and come over to the attic balcony so they could spend nights together.

About a month into being together Gomez got them a king sized bed because he was sick of pushing together the two singles. (How he managed to sneak in a whole ass heavy wooden frame and mattress is between him and Fester.)

Larissa is a knitter and crocheter. This means that in the winter months both her and Morticia (and later on, the kids to) are kitted out in matching sweaters and scarves. It’s honestly one of Morticia’s favourite things

One of the very first things that Larissa ever crocheted was a giant granny square blanket and I kid you not this thing was almost the size of California king bed. It’s huge and it’s well loved over the years. First in the dorm then at the manor, when they move in and finally it’s spent the last few years in Wednesdays room and made it to her dorm room. Funnily enough the colours used were mostly reds and purples and it’s one of the few items that Wednesday has that is colourful

Larissa, Morticia and Gomez get engaged at 20 just a year before they finish at Nevermore and are married almost as soon as they graduate.

The proposal was really funny. They were on summer vacation in Italy on a tour of the crypts and catacombs dotted around and the one they proposed in was called Juliet’s tomb

As you can imagine they all found it very romantic and each of them pulled out two rings and turned to each other and just started speaking all at the same time. Eventually they started giggling and slipped rings on each other in a very sweet moment.

Their marriage was very sweet, in the family cemetery under a full moon. They exchanged their vows and a goblet of their blood in a hand fastening ceremony

Now both the Addams and Frumps have a innate resistance to poison of all types and eating it just makes that resistance stronger and once Larissa had that blood in her system she basically gained that same immunity and eating often with family also built up that resistance.

Larissa really likes dancing especially with Morticia and Gomez and so they have adapted most dancing to a three person style.

I’m have to be early tomorrow for the ANZAC dawn parade so I’m going to end this here but tomorrow I’m going to touch on my favourite bit of this AU. Honestly I think it’s what started this whole AU so I can’t wait. Anyway goodnight y’all imma go bed now.

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[silverynight]

A full moon

Chapter 1 (of 4)

Izuku starts getting his stuff over the desk Shoto and he share; he promised his friend Kirishima he was going to help him with math.

College is really different from everything Izuku has experienced, not only he's enjoying everything they teach him about engineering, the other students have always been really kind to him; it was really different for him in middle school and high school (at least until he made a couple of friends) so he definitely doesn't miss any of those.

He's happily solving the equations on his own when someone knocks at the door of his dorm room; he grins from ear to ear when he sees Kirishima at the other side.

"Midobro!" The redhead says, smiling back at him, before looking over his shoulder at the hallway. "Hey, do you mind if my brother stays with us for a while?"

"It's okay, I don't mind," Izuku assures him, leaving the door open. "I didn't know you had siblings though."

"Well... He's not actually my brother, but we consider each other family because we're from the same pack!"

Pack?

"Shut up, shitty hair!" He hears the growl before he actually sees the person; suddenly a very tall blond with broad shoulders walks in his room.

Sadly, Izuku recognizes him. He's Bakugo Katsuki, he was a bully in middle school, although to be fair he never actually bullied Izuku (because he made sure to stay out of his way) but came up with a nickname for him that everyone used to mock him.

"Oh, but look who it is!" Bakugo smirks, leaning into Izuku's personal space; for a moment Izuku thinks he hears him sniff, like he's trying to smell him, but that would be weird... It's probably just his imagination. "Little bunny Deku! You're smaller than I remember!"

Izuku narrows his eyes back at him, which only makes Bakugo smile even more.

"I'm not small! And stop calling me that!"

"Bunny?" Bakugo chuckles, moving in circles around the green haired young man like he's some sort of predator and Izuku is his prey. "But you're like a bunny! A nerdy, little bunny."

Kirishima is gaping at them, instead of helping Izuku...

"No, I mean Deku! Don't call me that! My name is Midoriya Izuku!"

"Deku suits you better."

It's been years, Izuku has changed, he can do this, he's not afraid of Bakugo anymore.

He decides to ignore him.

"Alright, Kirishima... Let's start with the homework," he mumbles, heading towards the desk, but Bakugo sits in front of it, taking one of the two empty chairs. Izuku rolls his eyes, takes his stuff and leads the redhead towards the bed instead.

"Sure!" Kirishima nods, still looking over Izuku's shoulder (probably at his "brother") like he can't quite believe it.

They both sit on Izuku's bed and as he starts explaining the equations to Kirishima, he feels the mattress shift under someone's weight before he feels a strong leg pressing against his.

"You really are a nerd!" Bakugo comments with amusement, leaning impossibly closer until his chin almost touches Izuku's shoulder.

What is he trying to do? Does he not know about personal space? Is he trying to intimidate him?

Completely ignoring his comment, Izuku scoots closer to Kirishima instead and keeps explaining as if nothing happened.

He relaxes a little bit after a couple of seconds, until he feels Bakugo move closer again and–

"Are you sniffing my hair?"

"Of course not, nerd!" Bakugo hisses, face turning slightly pink. "It's not like your scent is mouthwatering or anything! It's n-not pleasant at all!"

"You're saying I smell bad?" Izuku grabs his own shirt, feeling suddenly self-conscious, but the only thing he can smell is the detergent he used for his laundry the other day.

"Don't mind him, Midoriya!" Kirishima says then. "Your scent is actually really sweet and–"

"OI, GET AWAY FROM HIM, SHITTY HAIR!" Bakugo growls, pushing his own friend away from Izuku before Kirishima can smell the other's hair.

"Really, Bakubro?" Kirishima asks, grinning as if the blond didn't press his whole hand against his face to push him away. "That's so manly! Your mother will be really happy!"

"DON'T TELL THE OLD HAG ANYTHING ABOUT THIS, SHE'LL RUIN IT FOR ME!"

Getting a little bit confused and slightly irritated, Izuku takes a deep breath before turning towards Kirishima.

"Listen... We have to finish this before Shoto comes back because he needs to study for his finals."

"Shoto as in Todoroki Shoto? He's your roommate?" Kirishima asks, surprised. "Ashido says he's very popular because he's really handsome..."

"He is," Izuku confirms and when Kirishima grins with amusement at him, Izuku realizes what he just said and blushes to the tip of his ears. "I meant popular! Well, he's handsome too, but–"

"You need glasses, Deku, because half and half is the ugliest shit I've ever seen!" Bakugo snarls, baring his teeth (Izuku notices they're too sharp for an average person). Why is he so angry?

Kirishima burst into laughter then, prompting the blond to growl at him.

"Jealousy is not manly at all, Bakubro!"

"I'm not jealous, shut up!" He hisses at his friend, although he turns slightly pink again.

Is he really jealous because Shoto is popular? It's weird, because Bakugo doesn't seem the type to crave attention, however... Izuku doesn't actually really know him that much to say that with confidence.

"Can we please get back to the math problem?"

"Sure! Sorry, Midoriya!"

Finally, Bakugo decides to let them do the homework, because he doesn't say a word in the next hour, but he keeps getting closer and closer to Izuku.

"Oh, I get it now!" Kirishima grins... Actually, now that Izuku pays attention, his teeth are also a little bit sharper too. "Thanks, Midobro!"

"We're fighting tonight."

Izuku gets startled and then pales when he realizes that Bakugo is talking to him again.

Kirishima rolls his eyes, but he looks more amused than irritated by the situation.

"He means that our pa–I mean our group of friends have this... combat skills contest every month. And tonight is fight night and we're both participating."

Izuku nods, still not sure why they're telling him that.

"I'm the strongest! I win every month! And tonight is not going to be different!" Bakugo smirks, puffing out his chest like he's trying to impress someone. Or maybe he's trying to intimidate Izuku? Most likely.

Before Kirishima can say anything, Shoto walks in the room; Izuku has never been so relieved to see him before.

He nods at Kirishima and Bakugo, although doesn't say a word to them, even though the blond practically bares his teeth at him.

"I brought us dinner, Izuku," a soft smile quirks the corners of his lips up as he looks at the green haired man before he places a couple of boxes over the desk.

"Thanks, Shoto!" Izuku beams, rising from his bed and rushing towards his friend, knowing it's his favorite food. "You're really kind!"

"I can do better than that," Bakugo grumbles, scowling like he just ate something really bitter.

Shoto looks confused, but Izuku makes a gesture at him to just ignore Bakugo, which only pisses the blond even more.

He walks in the middle of the two, deliberately turning his back on Shoto. Although he narrows his eyes at Izuku.

"Bringing you one meal doesn't mean he can actually provide for you."

"What?"

No, seriously... What? Izuku has no idea what Bakugo is talking about.

"Besides, he really is ugly!"

"That's not true!" Izuku crosses his arms over his chest, feeling offended on behalf of his friend.

Bakugo scowls like he wants to break something or blow it up.

"And we're leaving now!" Kirishima chuckles nervously before dragging a very angry Bakugo out of the room. "Thank you for everything, Midoriya!"

"This is not over yet, Deku!"

"He means he wants to see you soon!"

Izuku really doubts it, but decides not to contradict Kirishima. He knows he won't run into Bakugo again; he's definitely not studying engineering because Izuku has never seen him before and he is sure the least the blond wants is to see him again.

"So... Are those your... friends?"

Izuku can't actually blame Shoto for the hesitation in his voice after what happened.

"Kirishima is my friend," he says. "And Bakugo is Kirishima's friend I guess."

"I see..."

"Let's just... eat."

***

Turns out Izuku is wrong about everything, because as soon as he gets out of the dorms the next day, he runs into Bakugo. Well, it's more like Bakugo stomps his way towards him and corners him against a wall. Izuku uses his laptop to try to shield himself from the grumpy blond in front of him.

Although, for a moment (and despite his better judgement) he worries about him when he notices the scratches and bruises on his face.

"Are you–"

"I won last night. Every single one of the fights," Bakugo says with pride, smirking down at Izuku.

So that's why he looks like that.

It seems like he's waiting for some sort of response...

"Uhh... Congrats!"

"I dedicated my victory to you in front of my... family and friends, Deku," he mumbles, this time he looks a little bit nervous, his cheeks turn slightly pink before he stares back at Izuku.

Is that something good? Or is it some sort of challenge? Izuku honestly doesn't understand what Bakugo wants, but as always he hopes for the best. Again, the blond looks at him intensely, like he is desperate to get an answer from Izuku.

"Okay? I mean... Thanks?" Izuku stammers, feeling like his cheeks are on fire because Bakugo's red eyes are still glued to his face and he's trapped between the cold wall and the blond's warm body; he's really close to him.

Bakugo nods, but doesn't look entirely satisfied.

"I'll walk you to your next class, nerd." He says, taking a step back.

"There's no need! I-I can find my way to the classroom just fine!" Izuku assures him before running away.

He really doesn't understand Bakugo at all.

***

By the time his last class ends, Izuku is starving so he heads to the cafeteria. The place is rather big and quite noisy, although that's perfectly understandable considering the amount of people that are there.

He smiles as soon as he finds an empty table... Although it doesn't mean it'll stay that way once he comes back after buying his food.

"Oi, nerd!"

Oh, no.

"Come sit with me," Bakugo says (well, he almost orders him) before he grabs Izuku's arm. At least he's gentle.

"Uhh..." He hesitates for a second, but then he notices that Kirishima and a cute girl with pink hair are waving at him from the other side of the room. "You mean with them?"

"It's not like we have a choice," Bakugo sighs but leads him towards that table anyway.

"Wait, I haven't bought any food!"

"I'll bring it to you," the blond says before pointing at the spot in front of Kirishima and the girl. "What do you want?"

"A coffee and a sandwich..."

Bakugo nods and leaves him there with his friends... at least he knows Kirishima.

Suddenly, the girl leans over the table, closer to him.

"Hi! My name is Ashido Mina! It's a pleasure!"

"Midoriya Izuku," he mumbles, feeling a little bit shy and confused out of the sudden. He's not sure why he didn't just buy something and went back to his dorm. "Maybe I should... go with Bakugo, I didn't give him any money for the food."

"Don't worry, I'm sure his plan is to pay for everything himself," Ashido winks at him.

"I don't think he should–"

"Let him do this for you, Midoriya," Kirishima insists.

Why? Is he trying to make it up to him for being difficult yesterday? Izuku wishes he could understand him better.

"Tell us more about you, cutie..."

Ashido is really good at having people opening up to her, because suddenly Izuku finds himself telling her about why he chose engineering, what he wants to do for a living and for some reason his favorite flowers and food because she seems really interested in that.

Then Bakugo comes back with Izuku's food and a bowl of spicy noodles for himself; he sits next to Izuku, although he moves so close to him, the green haired young man can feel his thigh again his.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Deku," Bakugo says, sounding a little bit too proud of himself. "See? I'm better than half and half!"

"Please don't call him that, Shoto is my friend..."

"Todoroki is your friend?" Ashido almost squeaks in excitement. "Half of the campus would probably kill to be in your place! Tell me everything you know about him!"

"He probably knows a lot since they're roommates..." Kirishima comments, prompting Ashido to grin from ear to ear and Bakugo to scowl at them both.

"Does he like girls or boys?"

"I don't think that's something I should be telling you..."

"Right, sorry... But you must know if he's dating someone..."

"He's really quiet about those things," Izuku says, feeling his face like it's on flames.

"Which means he's boring," Bakugo comments, making Ashido quirk up a curious eyebrow at him.

"He's not!" Izuku immediately defends him. "He's just been through a lot. Besides, he's a really good friend, he's helped me with my homework and projects a couple of times."

"I can do that too," Bakugo says immediately. Ashido is looking at him like she's trying to hold back her laughter. "I can help you with your shitty homework if you want."

"No, thanks. Although I really appreciate it, Bakugo."

"Call me Katsuki."

"We basically just met."

"You call half and half by his first name," Bakugo protests, looking down at his noodles like they offended him somehow.

"I've known him for a couple of years now."

"You met me in middle school," the blond retorts, almost pouting.

"That's different... Because we stopped seeing each other," Izuku mumbles. He doesn't mention that although Bakugo didn't actually bully him Izuku was afraid of him. "Listen... I have to study for finals so I really need to go now..."

"Wait, nerd! I can walk you to your dorm!"

It's the second time Izuku runs from him; he's not sure why... Because even though Bakugo clearly has a bad temper, he hasn't actually done anything to him.

Izuku probably just needs a little bit of time to think.

***

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The Squatty Potty

I’ve been living with Staceyann and her husband Rick in New Jersey ever since I left my dorm at Columbia back in January. They don’t charge me rent as long as I chip in on the groceries and electrical bill, so it’s good deal. I met them at an AA meeting some years back.

Typical north Jersey trash. Staceyann’s in her mid-40s. Purple-black hair, tattoos on her arms, on her legs, on her chest, on her neck, smokes Newport 100s, molested by her junkie father’s buddies as a child. Rick about the same age, a little on the heavy side, long hair, likes to gamble, not too quick in the head because he spent more than half his life smoking PCP mixed with crack. Loves Bob Dylan.

I live in a little annexed room where the hot water heater is down in their basement. I’ve got a twin size bed with a mattress so worn out that every time I shift in my sleep the springs poke through and wake me up. I’m confined to the downstairs bathroom because one of their kids is—

I should also mention that Staceyann and Rick have three kids. All boys, somewhere between the ages of ten and sixteen. I find it impossible to accurately guess a child’s age and never once found myself anywhere near sufficiently interested when listening to people yap about their kids to even attempt to commit such useless information to memory. I never understood why people make such a fuss about their children. They inadvertently end up making you hate them by acting like they’re the best kids to ever walk the earth. Right. And when they grow up to be dimwitted imbeciles, out come the excuses. ADHD, Asperger’s, anxiety, depression, a chronically itchy sphincter. How about bad parenting? Ever try that one? You wheel your strollers around acting like you’ve got the queen of England in there, demanding that everyone get out of your way, growling at anyone who doesn’t move or make a big deal about your boring child — excuse me, don’t you see I have a baby here? Yes, I can see your mediocre baby and I’m deeply unimpressed. Now please, stop acting like you’ve achieved something extraordinary by plopping out a fetus. Congratulations. A standing ovation for doing exactly what human beings have consistently done since long before they knew how to start a fire. We only apologize for not applauding each time you remember to breathe. What I’m really trying to say here is that one of Staceyann and Rick’s kids isn’t fully there. I’m not exactly sure what’s wrong with him but let’s just say that if this was happening in ancient Sparta, he’d go flying off a cliff.

And so, as you can imagine things can get a bit messy in the bathroom and that’s why I use the one downstairs. No worries there, it lacks nothing. I mean, it did at one point lack a squatty potty and that’s the whole point of this story, but otherwise no complaints. Now, as a broke recent college grad who studied the most useless major on the planet, I wasn’t exactly in the position to buy myself one due to my obvious financial constraints.  

Until one morning right around my birthday when Rick barged into the basement. “Wake up!” he started shaking me. What the hell? “Wake up, wake up, wake up,” he wouldn’t quit. “You wanna make two bills?” he says once my eyes open.

But I was in such an immensely deep sleep, the kind that makes your eyelids feel like a million pounds. The kind that if you manage to somehow open your eyes, your vision refuses to focus, you’re disoriented, your mind refuses to align—where am I? is all you can think—your entire body just refuses.

“No thanks,” I mumbled, then turned around and instantly began dreaming about a brown horse who’s lying in bed on his back under the covers reading the February edition of Seventeen Magazine. Hot chocolate steaming on the nightstand.

It’s not that I didn’t NEED the money… It’s that it was 7am on Sunday. Who the hell gets out of bed at 7am on Sunday!

“Five,” I heard Rick’s voice echoing inside the horse’s small but trendy bedroom. “You don’t wanna make five hundred dollars? It’ll take you thirty minutes for god’s sake.”

That calculates to one thousand dollars an hour, which in turn calculates to over two million dollars a year if working forty hours per week. The horse looked at me from under his spectacles, waiting.

“Yea,” I sat up.

“Here.” Rick handed me a flat black box about the size of a frozen dinner. “Take this and drive down to Dunkin’ Donuts in Clifton.”

“There’s like five Dunkin’ Donuts in Clifton,” I yawned.

“The one on Clifton Avenue.”

“The one across from the police station?”

“Exactly,” Rick confirmed. “A guy’ll meet you there. Black Range Rover. Just hop in, hand him the box, he’ll give you cash. Eighteen grand. Count it.”

“Now?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

“He’ll be there in ten minutes. I can’t go myself, otherwise I would.”

I peaked in the box. “Okay.” I got up, got dressed, got in Rick’s beat up ’98 champagne Maxima, drove to Clifton, forgot to brush my teeth.

Everything went smooth. Back in 28 minutes.

“Here,” I handed Rick the cash. He peeled off five bills. “Pleasure doing business with you,” I said while putting the Washingtons in my pocket. Then went downstairs and back to sleep.

The next day I bought myself a squatty potty as a birthday gift. The thing is great. Nothing gets left behind if you know wat I mean. Nothing.

[fullmusicgladiator]

Everyday Essentials for Student Accommodation

Summary- Making your student apartment  ready cannot be easy. It is a hard process, and choose trusted student housing like uvu off-campus housing for the best experience.

Clearly, as the time comes close for your departure to the university, you will get more and more thrilled. Just imagine yourself nestled into your dorm, which you keep decorated with pictures and decorations. And if you plan on a pre-drinks party with your fellow students,  definitely, you need a well-equipped kitchen. It is definitely dreamy. You can prepare yourself for this. And sure, your student apartment should look perfect for that.

But before that, it's essential to think about storage options and organization basics. As you are students moving into uvu student apartments, you need more things on your plate. So making it all work would not be easy. But if you are cleared and prepared ahead, then you can properly begin the academic year. Use this as a comprehensive university checklist. That includes everything a student would need. With these things, you can pack carefully. And don't forget to review the whole list. And once packing is over, you can mark each item off as you go.

How to Find Which are Essentials?

You will be taking a lot of stuff. Like starting from clothes, books, gaming items, and all the things. But will you be able to accommodate all that in your dorm? So you need to figure out this. Which is essential, and how can you make that fit in your space? The kinds of stuff you need for your living, and without that, if you cannot meet your ends, then you can call it Essentials. Let us see what essential kinds of stuff are needed and categorize it room-wise.

Essentials For Every Room

When you try to categorize it room-wise, you can actually make a pretty good list of it. And so you cannot miss out on anything.

Bedroom

The cozy space you would love to hang out in and be there all the time. And the bedroom essentials are listed down below. To keep your bed comfy, you require a base sheet or a mattress protector, A set of sheets, A set of duvet covers, a pillowcase, a Duvet, and Pillows. Apart from this, a Laundry bin, Clothes hangers, Alarm clock, and Desk lamp are essential for your bedroom.

Bathroom

Sure, after having a long day at the university and your studies, you need to relax, and after a shower, you will relax well. So your bathroom should be ready for that, you will require these things. Your bathroom essentials will be soap, a Bathroom robe, a clean set of towels, an air freshener, Pain relievers, and cold medications. Ensure to stock up every now and then.

Kitchen

All the time, you cannot order in and chill. You sure need to cook and have healthy meals. For that, you require a well-equipped kitchen. You require some basic kitchen utensils. Not to lie, it can be hard work, but it will be worth it. So kitchen needs are different from grocery needs. The kitchen needs mugs, pans, saucepans, glasses, some ladles, and more storage containers.

When you move in with trusted places like uvu off-campus housing, you can enjoy a hassle-less and cozy life.

Conclusion

It is all worth it moving in with your college buddies to student housing is the best decision you make. And you can have a pajama party all day and make the best memories.

[spiderrrling]

Little traces of you - Eddie Munson x reader

concept - you've just moved to college and you're really missing your boyfriend, and it doesn't help the shirt he gave you doesn't smell like him anymore

a/n - just a soft little drabble done on my phone because im in a fluff mood

"Pumpkin? Did you fall asleep?" his voice was soft into his end of the phone, spoken into a soft hushed whisper into cold staticy plastic, and it echoed in your end.

He heard your breathing slow into long deep breaths, if you had fallen asleep he'd stay on the phone with you all night just to hear you breathe. Close his eyes and imagine the weight of you pressed into the mattress next to him. If he concentrated really hard he swore to himself he could smell the trace remnants of you in the fabric of his sheets.

But you weren't in Hawkins, you were two hours away in Indiana, tucked away in a tiny and cramped worn down dorm instead of being tucked into bed resting against his chest like you used to.

"No- I'm here," you finally answered him, your voice muffled as your face pressed into the shirt you was adamant about keeping among your pillows. Eddies shirt.

And not just any one of his shirt, his and subsequently your favorite shirt of his that he had given you so he wouldn't feel so far away.

You felt ridiculous, like a child clinging to a safety blanket or their favorite stuffed animal. But instead it was a well worn and loved concert shirt sympathetically donated by your metalhead boyfriend who in that moment felt impossibly far away.

Only two weeks away from him, and yet you had still called him almost every night. Blowing off parties and get togethers just to hear his voice through the statics tones of the phone.

Never in your life had you been homesick, but now it was an overwhelming feeling that shook your whole body.

"What happened sweet thing?" Of course he was able to tell something was wrong, even without having to see your face, being miles away in a completely different town, he knew something was wrong.

"Nothing..." you muttered back to him, shifting around in your bed hopelessly, the bed which never seemed to be able to get completely comfortable in.

"You're gonna have to do better than that of you want to convince me." Eddies ring clad finger was endlessly twirled in the curl of the phone chord, desperately wishing it was your hair he was playing with instead.

"It doesn't-" you felt ridiculous admitting it and you had to fight the words to come out, "it doesn't smell like you anymore."

Even when pressing the soft fabric against your nose you could barely smell the hints of his heavy cologne and bitter cigarette smoke. The smell of Eddie, the smell of home.

It felt as if he was slowly drifting away from you, dwindling with every passing second and you had to fight to keep tears from spilling from your eyes

The pang that echoed through Eddies chest was overwhelming. He could practically hear your lip quivering through the phone, and all he wanted to do was to be there for you, with you.

"Wanna hear something silly?" Eddie shifted in his bed, laying flat on his back with the phone pressed to his ear, he didn't wait for your answer. "I have one of your shirts."

"You have one of my shirts?" you hiccuped into the phone, giving up on trying to hide it anymore, you heard Eddie's laugh on the other side, and it only made you want to cry harder.

"Yeah... I kinda took it from one of your boxes before you left," his admission soothed you a little bit, it was the most Eddie thing to do, "it doesn't smell like you anymore either."

"Eddie?" you asked carefully, biting at your anxiously, you didn't want to seem clingy or needy, even though that might have been exactly what you were.

"Yes Pumpkin?"

"I really miss you"

"I miss you more"

"Tell me I'll see you soon... Please?"

"Say the word sweetheart and I'll pack the car and leave right now, be there in two hours, an hour and a half if I'm speedy,"

"No- no you don't need to do that just soon?"

He was your everything, just as you were his. And being away from someone who inhabited every part of your life was more difficult than you ever imagined it would be.

"How about next weekend?"

Nine days.

"Yeah- yeah next weekend."

"Do you think you can get some rest?" His voice was seeped heavy in sleep, and you could feel the desperation nipping at your eyelids as they grew heavy, and you hummed softly back to him.

"I love you," when he said it, it felt like a promise.

"I love you too,"

"I'll see you soon," Eddie said after a few moments of silence, but you were already long asleep.

Three days afterwards a package waited for you on your doorstep which was... strange? You weren't expecting anything and your mother surre wouldn't be sending you care packages this soon.

But as soon as the package was within the grasp of your fingers and you could read the name of the sender you practically ripped the box apart.

The letter tucked inside hard you on the verge of tears and you read it as you pressed the new shirt to your nose.

This time, a black and white long sleeve hellfire shirt was carefully packed away, and the smell was almost overwhelming.

"You're welcome," was the first thing he was when he picked up the phone that night.

"Thank you," you whispered back, the heavy feeling in your chest was still there but it had eased.

"I'll bring you another one when I come up and visit,"

[selenesheart]

astonished // d.m.

word count: 1.9k words

warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving), innocent looking reader, best friends au, dirty talk, wet dream, praises, naughty thoughts.

summary: draco never thought the innocent y/n would give such an amazing blowjob.

a/n: thanks to @silverdelirium for telling me to write ily

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“oh yeah! just like that,” draco groaned as he held your hips tightly, the side of your face pressed against the mattress harshly by his hand. his hips coming in contact with yours, clapping sounds could be heard from where the two of you connected.

heavy breathing, sweaty hands, and a very visible boner. those were the things draco woke up to. lately, he’s been having these sweet dreams that involved you getting naked at the end.

the blonde groaned as he rubbed his eyes tiredly, he couldn’t control it, the thought of shagging you until you were breathless, it always came back. even it the worst times possible.

he felt guilt swirl at the pitch of his stomach, embarrassment fulfilled his body at the many times he’d dreamed about you, on that little skirt of yours.

he felt bad, yet he could help but imagine those little innocent eyes of yours, or how you would look with your fingers going in and out of you repeatedly.

he was sure that you had little to no experience in the sexual world. considering the fact that he had watched boys and girls give you useless hints, and joked about their sex life, yet you gave no reactions to those conversations, having no clue of what any of that meant, or so he thought.

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“why don’t you shag her, then?” blaise spoke shortly after draco explain his situation to his best friend. “shh! no, I’m not doing such thing.” draco shushed blaise, he wasn’t really trying to get humiliated in the middle of breakfast.

“you know y/n,” draco sighed “she’s not really into that type of stuff.” said draco, the thought of telling you rushing in his mind, but quickly waving it off as he saw you walk in the great hall, with that bright smile, and those angelic features.

“how do you know?” asked blaise.

“pardon?”

“how do you know if she’s not into that type of stuff? I mean sure, she looks like she wouldn’t kill a soul, but again, it doesn’t mean she’s has a limited sex life.” he advised draco, who seemed to be deep in thought.

draco watched as you took sat with your friends, a few tables always from his.

blaise could be right. but he was too much of a coward to actually talk to you about such things, despite the fact that you know him like the back of your hand.

draco never imagined that his sweet, innocent best friend would even dare to be on her knees for someone. he felt his pants tighten at the thought of your beautiful body, sinking on your knees for him, glassy eyes looking up at him, mouth full of his heavy cock.

he took a deep breath as he gripped his silver spoon, he felt dizzy, and with shaky hands, he dismissed himself from breakfast. this girl would be the death of him.

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“y/n!” your friend called “you’ve been staring at the same spot for more than thirty minutes,” they spoke quietly. blinking a few times, you tore your eyes from the blonde’s empty chair. wondering why would draco miss his favourite class? only if you knew.

you were worried for him. these past few weeks, he’d been avoiding you, acting a bit odd. sometimes you’d catch his eyes looking at you, analyzing every move you made. still, you would deliver him a sweet smile before returning to whatever your current task was.

sometimes, you wished those warm smiles, and the glances the two of you shared across the room meant something and the times where he would hold your hand under the table made you feel warm inside. you would be lying if you said that you didn’t think of the handsome blonde while your fingers were inside you.

often, you would think about how his mesmerizing eyes would hold eye contact while his dick would enter you roughly and fuck you senselessly until all you could do is mumble a few breaths of malfoy’s.

maybe this was wrong. yet you couldn’t help but have wild thoughts about your so-called best friend.

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you took a deep breath before knocking on draco’s door, hoping that he would be alone at the moment. you played with your fingers while waiting, you bit your bottom lip slightly as you saw the dark door open with a tired draco behind it.

merlin, did he look good.

with slightly wet hair, pajama pants on, accompanied by a simple white shirt. if you didn’t know better, you would say that you could see the outline of his abs through his thin shirt. you let out a breath before speaking again.

“can— can we talk?” you asked quietly, you watched as draco’s jaw muscles flexed. he let you in his cold dorm as he eyed you for a second, taking your appearance in.

you had a night slip covering your body, considering that it was almost curfew, you just wanted to have a small talk with him before heading to your room. it took all of him to not stare at your cleavage for more than a second.

“what do you want to talk about?” he said nervously, maybe you had used the legilimency spell on him and read of all his naughty thoughts about her getting naked with him. or perhaps…

“why are you avoiding me draco?” the way his name left your mouth was intoxicating. he furrowed his brows, walking closer to you. you felt small under his presence.

“i’m not!”

“yes, you are”

“no, i am not”

“what did i do wrong?” you questioned your best friend, maybe it had something to do with the way you treated him in the past.

“what? nothing, you did nothing wrong. it’s just that—” his voice died as he closed his eyes, he took a deep breath. he didn’t really want to tell you how he felt about you. what if you left and never came back to his life? he didn’t want to risk it.

“it’s just what? tell me draco,” you raised your voice unexpectedly “tell me what’s wrong so I can help you.” you said sweetly. he hated the way you could still be sweet even when you just finished yelling at him.

“it’s nothing, I swear!” he raised his voice immediately “how about we talk in the morning, hm?” he hummed, trying to save his embarrassment for the next day.

“just tell me what’s going on so I can go!” you yelled, anger and frustration building up in your body. your eyes looking directly at his. you were extremely close now.

“fine!” he yelled, you could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears “I’ve had wet dreams about you and… I still do, okay?” he admitted, he groaned as he rubbed his temple in frustration.

“and I know you’re not quite familiar with—” he tried to explain himself before you cut him off.

“draco” you breathed, you took his face in your hands. hesitantly, you brought your lips to his, kissing him slowly but firmly. after the two of you parted lips, he looked lost of words.

“do you trust me?” you asked with a tiny smile on your face. he nodded, still dumbfounded by the breathtaking kiss you just gave him.

soon, the two of you were devouring each other. lips, tongues connected as you took your time taking off your night slip dress. when it was off draco wasted no time on caressing one of your soft breasts, rolling your hardening nipple between his fingers. finally feeling the tits he always imagines while stroking himself at night.

you disconnected your lips from his as he took his shirt off, muscular, smooth chest on display. your hand traveled from his chest to his lower stomach. palming his growing cock through his pants.

he breathed out your name when you got on your knees, holding his long legs for support. he began telling you that you didn’t have to do this if you didn’t want to before you shushed him. you placed small kisses over his crotch, smiling slightly as you felt it twitch against your lips.

you hooked your fingers in his pants, bringing his pajama pants down along with his underwear. you observed his heavy dick with parted lips, it looked delicious. your hand came in contact with the tip as your eyes went up to his face. innocent eyes looking up at him.

the fact that you still looked innocent drove him crazy, it made the desire for you grow. he felt filthy, yet he couldn’t help but made him want to destroy you and that little innocent face.

“you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” you spoke so close to his dripping tip, he could feel your breath against it. he fought the urge of grabbing the back of your head and shoving his whole length down your throat.

your lips came in contact with his tip, sucking on it roughly, taking draco off guard. you were doing so good, mind-blowing good actually. he never imagined you would be so skillful with your mouth.

you took more of his cock in your mouth, your hands working on the rest of his length. then, you took all of him in, his tip pressed against your throat as his fingers made their way down your head, guiding you up and down while he threw his head back.

“you’re doing— oh— so good” he groaned lowly, one of his hands flew to his bed’s poster for support. you moaned against him at the praise, his word making you clench your thighs.

the blonde thrusted his hips, making you gag loudly, tears threatening to escape your eyes. draco caressed the side of your face lovingly like your mouth wasn’t full of his dick.

your hand made its way to his aching balls, folding them, as you hollowed your cheeks, making draco moan loudly.

“fuck! you’re so good to me,” his mouth opened, however, there was no sound coming out of it. he felt his high coming quickly.

you released a hand from him, taking it up until you were feeling his abs, you could feel how his muscles flexed against your skin from the pleasure. he was cumming soon.

you grabbed one of draco’s hands and guided it down to your chest so he could feel your desperate breasts. he saw stars the moment his fingers tips came in contact with your hard nipple, he grabbed your tit roughly as his prick twitched uncontrollably.

before you knew it, your best friend’s cum was dripping down your throat, stuffing your mouth with his warm cum as he moaned loudly from the pleasure you gave him.

your tongue collected all of the remaining liquid. draco felt like he was dreaming, his kind, innocent best friend just sucked him off like a fucking goddess. even if he was dreaming, he would surely wank off to whatever this was in the future.

with his hands still on top of your breasts, you opened your mouth to show him that you had swallowed all of his cum. his eyes grew dark.

“oh merlin,” he sighed as he felt his dick hardened once more.

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[ann-non]

Spring Cleaning

Pairing : S.Coups x fem!reader

Genre : slice of life, domestic, fluff, established relationship, idol!svt

Word count : 1,4k

Warning : no proof-read

Author’s note : I did some spring cleaning today and to relax after that, my brain gave me this idea of doing house chores with your svt boyfie, so here it is: featuring Coups. Just indulging in my own imagination. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Positive criticism, feedback, and comments are always welcome! Have a nice day or good night wherever you are!!

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As the season changed, days getting warmer, it was the perfect time to reorganize stuff in your home, storing away winter wears, taking out lighter outfits to welcome spring. It just so happened that your boyfriend was free too that day, so it’s a perfect time to do it. Or so you thought. If only your beloved boyfriend would cooperate. “Cheol~ Come on~~” you tried your best to drag your boyfriend out of the bed for the past twenty minutes or so. “Whyyyy~ I don’t want toooo~” Seungcheol whined childishly while pushing all his weight against the mattress, making it even harder for you to pull him up while it was already hard to begin with due to the difference of your builts. “You promised me the other day that you’d help,” you reasoned.

“Can we just do it another day? I finally have a day off after a while, I just wanna cuddle with you, y/n,” Seungcheol said, pulling you by your hand that you fell onto the bed where he readily caught you in his arms. “That’s exactly why I chose today tho. You know I can’t do it alone. I need your help. Please??” you shot him with a pair of puppy eyes. A soft groan left his lips when he met your pleading face. “Fine..” he gave in in the end, making you cheered happily, knowing that your puppy eyes was still his weakness. He just couldn’t say no to you when you looked at him like that. “Thank you, baby! You’re my hero!!” you chimed happily, placing a quick peck on his cheek before you pulled him up with you. “Come on,” this time he allowed you to drag him out of the bed.

It was a good thing that you routinely cleaned around the house, so that you didn’t have to deal with stubborn dirt and such. And fortunately, when you and Seungcheol decided to move in together, you chose a one room apartment which wasn’t too spacious, just enough for the two of you and Kkuma. After all, due to his schedule, he rarely stayed with you. For his convenience, he’d stay in his dorm with the other boys during promotion time. But whenever he got days off, he’d come over and stay with you until his manager forced him to go back to his job as S.Coups, the general leader of Seventeen and Carats.

“Cheeeoooll~ Stop playing with Kkuma,” you nagged when you spotted him petting the puppy instead of vacuuming the curtains like you had told him. “Awe, what can I do. She’s been acting really cute and running around me,” he said with Kkuma in his arms. You let out a small sigh, couldn’t really scold him when he looked so cheerful whilst cuddling the puppy. “Fine. I want you to be done with the curtains when I come back in thirty minutes,” you said in the end, leaving to deal with your laundry.

Even though your shared apartment wasn’t the biggest in size and there were two of you doing the cleaning, it still took you the whole day. In your defense, Seungcheol kept getting side tracked. One moment he was playing with Kkuma, the other time he complained about being hungry and wanting to eat your homemade kimchi fried rice, so you just had to stop and make it for him, otherwise he wouldn't stop whining. He’d back hug you and cling to you from time to time too, slowing down your movement, but you weren’t about to complain because you genuinely enjoy his warmth. Luckily, you managed to finish everything and by the end of it, you slumped on the couch in the living room, feeling all tiredness taking over your body. “Awe.. My baby y/n must be really tired,” he cooed, crouching beside you while his hand gently removed the strands of hair from your pretty face. “I don’t know if it's the cleaning or you that made me really tired,” you mumbled, earning a pout from him which made you chuckled softly.

“Good job today, baby,” he smiled as he patted your head gently. “Now, let me pamper you, okay?” he said before lifting you in his arms, princess style, made you yelp in surprise. “What are you planning?” you asked him curiously. He simply gave you a smile, but soon he settled you in front of the bathroom door. “Can you take a bath for me? Just relax, I already prepared everything,” he said, pushing you inside, then closing the door behind you before you could ask him anything. Inside, you found the whole bathroom was dimly lit by the aromatic candles laid on some strategic spots. Just enough source of light and fragrance without being too much. The tub was filled with water, just enough temperature to ease your tensed muscle and a range of different bath bombs were settled on the counter for you to pick. “When did he prepare all of this?” you mumbled to yourself.

After a long relaxing bath, you dress in your comfiest room wear with a towel wrapping your wet hair. “Cheol?” you called out to your boyfriend as you couldn’t find him in the living room. “Coming!” his distant voice came from the front door, followed by his rushing footsteps and soon he stood in front of you with familiar bags from your favorite restaurant. “I ordered our diner,” he said with a proud smile as he lifted the bags in his hands to show you. Your eyes quickly lit up at the sight of your favorite food. After a long tiring day of cleaning, it's best to end the day with something you genuinely loved. “Whoa!! You really are the best! Thank you, Cheollie!” you excitedly said, was about to take the bag away cause you were starving, yet he lifted it higher, away from your reach.

“A kiss as thank you would be nice,” he said, pursing his lips to you. A sigh left your lips as you shook your head at his antic. Even so, you still gave in, tip toeing slightly to place a light kiss on his cherry lips. With a wide grin, he handed you your meal which you swiftly took before running away to the living room. Diner was nice with him around. Despite having Kkuma with you, the empty space you felt whenever he wasn’t around made you feel rather lonely. So having him sitting with you was such a blessing. Meals tasted better and your shared apartment felt more like home when he’s with you. The comfort and security his presence gave you was undeniable and you would love to think that it’s the same for him too.

He truly kept his word and pampered you even during the meals. He’d feed you from time to time, serving you side dishes that he knew you loved, and even did the cleaning after you finished eating. You rested your back against the backrest of the couch, letting out a satisfied sigh after a fulfilling meal as you closed your eyes. You could feel the couch moved as he plopped down next to you, but you could care less. “Don’t fall asleep. Your hair is still wet,” he spoke calmly. Turning your head at him, his pretty smile greeted you the moment you opened your eyes. “Come here, I’ll dry them for you,” he said, gesturing for you to sit on the floor between his legs so he could do the task at hand to which you obliged.

As soon as he ran his hand through your strands with the warm air from the hair dryer directed to your scalp, you felt very relaxed. There’s something about him touching your hair that you found relaxing and calming that you found yourself closing your eyes. “Done,” he announced happily as he turned off the dryer. He blinked when he didn’t get any reply from you. Unknown to even yourself, you’ve fallen asleep with your head rested against his strong thigh. “y/n..” he called your name gently, leaning closer to get a better look at your face. A fond smile painted his face the moment he heard your soft snores. Very carefully, he moved your head from his leg, supporting it with his arm instead. You stirred lightly when he picked you up in his arms, yet his soft humming effectively lulled you back to sleep. With utter gentleness, he settled you on your shared bed, tugging the blanket over you while he sat down beside you. With eyes full of adoration, he placed a tender kiss upon your forehead.

“Good night, y/n.”

[syomi]

the fact that I miss Hoshina just make me think about...JUST imagine that you and Hoshina are cuddling and then u ask him to take off his shirt, nothing sexual, just for skin to skin comfort, it just makes my heart melting 😫💞

skin to skin - sosohiro hoshina

pairing: hoshina x gn!reader

content: romantic fluff

masterlist-series: kaiju no.8

your body lays limp on the mattress, allowing the foam to consume your body in comfort. the day has been rough but you tried your best to keep up with the fast paced nature of it all. your feet ache from being on them all day. you wish that you can apologize to your body for making it become a slave to the constant toll of labour. 

your muscles ache so much, it's even hard to undress. you looked similar to a tossed barbie after a child finished playing with it- simply raggedy. you couldnt care if your work bag is opened and the contents are spilled all over your bedroom floor. you surely didnt give a flying fuck or two about your phone lying face down on silent with a threatening eight percent of charge. 

nothing matters when your head feels like an unbalanced scale. your eyes shut the whole world out, creating your desired fantasy of solitude. everything slows down and the lights blurred into specs as darkness creeps in. 

hoshina slips off his shoes at the front door. he did so quietly, trying his best not to make any unnecessary noises. he has the week off from duties and wanted to get away from the dorms. the raven missed you. everyday gotten longer after not hearing your voice in his ears ringing harmoniously. 

at this hour, hoshina assumed you would be in your room focusing on work and won't hear a peep. his feet cautiously stepped through the apartment. it's awfully quiet, he is confused- you aren't home? 

small curses pasts his lips as he checks for any taps of the keyboard, humming or a shower running. he heard nothing. a doubtful thought grew bigger, regretting his decision but he had unwavering faith that his plans weren't spoiled.

he continues to maneuver throughout your home and gently pushes open the door to your bedroom. a sigh escapes his constricting lips. there you are knocked out across your bed, fully clothed. from your position, hoshina knew you had a rough day. 

the guy gently taps your leg, taking off your shoes and socks. he heard a sigh of content- he smiles. it's amazing how beautiful you are when you are doing the most miniscule thing. his fingers massages your calves before he reaches for your other clothes. kissing your calves and the sole of your feet to wake up like he used to before he moved to the dorms. 

your body became weak to his affections. you stirred but not enough to wake up. it is when the cool air of the autumn evening touches your exposed skin, you shiver out of slumber. searching for a source of warmth, hoshina did you a favor and cradled you in his toned arms.

from the smell of his signature body wash, you knew it was him. your eyes opened tiredly and your lips had a dopey smile. hoshina's heart swell at your quickness to shower him with tender and long awaited kisses, peppering them like freckles on his face. 

you shift on his chest and tried to get comfort but as clingy as you are now, you wanted to be in his skin. a loud whine caught his attention and he questioned what's wrong. 

"i want to get close." 

his eyes squinted," but we are close?" 

"no-like…" you motioned your needs to the confused man," this close." 

still confused, hoshina tries to give you what you want. he tried hug and squeeze you as tight as his body allows him to but it still wasn't enough. you immediately figured out what you wanted. 

you sat up on his lap and tugged his shirt. "this," you held the shirt at its hem," -needs to go!" 

his eyes like an eager eagle stalking its prey, 

admires your cuteness. his hand taps your ass then raise his arms. hoshina's muscles flexed as he strips the shirt away. you can see the old, healed and fresh scars on his body. your fingers as usual trace them but hoshina's lips kisses your fingertips. 

"its not time to worry. lay your pretty self down and go to sleep. im not leaving til' the end of the week." 

his hand pats your head and caresses your face. he repeatedly traces over your lips to lull you to sleep. hoshina smiles at you, his s/o before wishing you a good rest.

[kuroliondragon]

Painting Roses in the Winter (Leona Kingscholar x Reader)

It is only the begging of winter and yet Leona, who is not used to low temperatures, is already freezing. It is your job as his herbivore to keep him warm…

Warnings: Fluff, slight swearing, needy lion

"Oi" The lion lazily called to you.

But he was met with total silence.

"Oi, herbivore" he tried getting your attention again. But still nothing.

He grumbled. Are you trying to ignore him? Or are you genuinely deaf?

"Oi! Herbivore!" he yelled. Nothing…not even a giggle to indicate you were messing with him.

After some tossing around his bed, he decided to turn and face your way and demand answers on why were you ignoring him all of a sudden. As he turned around with a loud puff, he found that he was the only one in the room. Leona blinked a couple of times, trying to focus his vision, getting rid of his sleepiness. His sharp emerald eyes scanned the whole room, every single corner he could find, even the balcony. He even sniffed the air in a search for your alluring scent. No herbivore spotted. What the-? Where did you go?

Just a moment ago you sitting there, rambling about how you couldn't, no matter how hard you tried, pass professor's Trein class on Animal Language. You just kept complaining that Trein couldn’t let you pass without the basics and insisting that you couldn't find anyone to help you. Leona's ears were hurting, plus you didn’t really let him sleep in peace. So, he was about to offer you a helping hand, only if you would repay him in a way he would be satisfied, which meant cuddling all day and doing everything by his book. Leona's eyebrows frowned as he reached for his phone to call you. Soon your sweet voice sounded through the speaker. "Herbivore, why aren't you laying near me right now?" he demanded.

You chuckled at his sudden yet forceful demand.

The lion let out an annoyed growl, "Why aren't you here?"

"Is it true that your mood becomes more easily irritated in the cold months or am I imagining things?" You sarcastically asked.

The lion let out another growl, but this time it was a much louder one. "Herbivore, don't make me come here and take you” he warned.

"I would like to see you try." You dared back.

You heard a annoyed groan, before Leona ended your conversation and angrily slammed his phone on the bed. He stood up and made his way to find you and bring you back to Savanaclaw.

You on the other hand, were stuck in Heartslabyul with your troublemaking friends pleading you to help them paint the roses red while Riddle was away. Ace and Deuce had forgotten that Riddle had given them a specific time limit to do their task of painting the roses. But they didn't have enough time to paint all of the roses in the Rose Garden by themselves before Riddle came back. If he found out that they had broken rule number 230: 'On Friday's the roses must be painted red between 4:30 pm to 6:30 pm.' he would defiantly have their heads. So, as the good friend you were the moment your friends messaged you about their crisis, you run to help them. Only now, you were stuck with painting the roses while neglecting Leona, who was fuming in rage because of your absence.

You carried on helping your friends and hoped Leona would take his sweet time finding you. It wasn't long. By the time you heard footsteps approaching, you had no time to react, as were whisked off your feet and thrown on somebody’s shoulder. It didn’t take a genius to realize that your kidnapper was none other than Leona himself. One glance at the lion and you could tell, he was ready to eliminate anyone who stood in his path. Part of you wondered how quickly he had found you. He must have been quite needy to get out of his bed and come all the way to Heartslabyul to get you. You bit your tongue, not daring to argue about the roses that needed to be painted. What you didn’t expect was the protesting cries of your friends.

"Leona-senpai, you can't take (Y/n) like that! They promised to help us paint the roses before Riddle comes back!" Ace complained.

"Yes! Please let them go!" Deuce pleaded as politely as he could.

Ace turned to Deuce and angrily protested, "Don't play the good kid! Tell him that he can’t do whatever he wants!"

Deuce taken aback, glared at his friend. "You can't talk to him like that, he's a dorm leader!"

Ace ignored him as he turned to face the Savanaclaw Dorm head, "They're not yours alone you know."

Big mistake. If your friends knew what was good for them the would have stayed silent. Now he as their senior and a dorm leader had to teach them what happens when someone messes with his herbivore. Leona smirked and looked at Ace with amusement "They are mine. I do what I want with them.” Leona turned to look at you, still hanging in his shoulders, "If I say they won't be painting stupid roses, then they won't, got that you silly herbivores?" Leona said with a threatening smile.

Your two friends shallowed in fear and yet Ace seemed more then ready to argue back, but Deuce snatched him before he had time to say anything else that would anger Leona even more. "Come on Ace, we really have to paint those roses before dorm leader Rosehearts gets back!" Deuce said with a shaken voice as he pushed Ace towards the rose bushes.

You let small chuckles as Leona walked away from the Rose Garden, mumbling "Who the fuck paints roses in fucking winter…"

As the two of you entered his room, Leona gently placed you on the soft mattress of his bed. He took your bag, searching for your phone. Once he found it he turned in off and threw it in the bag once again. You gave him a questioning look, in which he replied, "So, idiots won't take advantage of you."

He plopped in the mattress near you, his tail moving around your thigh until it circled around it in a clenched grip. His reached his arms to bring you closer and nuzzled his face on the top of your head. As soon as his emerald eyes closed, they opened in distress. He readjusted his position as he bend slightly to smell your hair. He gave it a few sniffs and then looked at you with a disgusting expression, "Not only you smell like other herbivores, you smell like paint too."

You gave him a small laugh, "I was painting roses a second ago."

He hummed in response as he shoved his nose at the crook of your neck, trying to erase the other scents on you and let only his thrive. Once he was done, he snuggled closer to you and let his eyelids fall.

"Are you going to be like that the whole winter?" you finally asked.

"Yes" he hissed.

[malfoysstilinski]

Hello love, I absolutely adore your writing. <3 Could you maybe do a tooth-rotting dracoxreader fluff. It can be anything, I just love soft draco sm haha. Tbh I feel like theres no such thing as too much soft draco asjdkhfask.

thank you so much!! hope this is okay :)) 

post shower | draco malfoy (fluff) 

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: you like picking out draco’s clothes for him and playing with his hair after he’s had a shower. and he’ll never admit it, but he likes it too.

warnings: extremely healthy relationship and soft!draco

word count: 1.9k

a/n: there’s a part where draco plays with your hair and i’m sorry if it’s not inclusive to yours (curly, afro-textured, braided etc.), i generally try to keep my imagines inclusive but this idea was just stuck in my head!! it’s quite brief but i thought i’d acknowledge that i realise some poc readers and others with curly hair just might not be able to relate and i’m really sorry about that!! :( but again, it doesn’t make up the whole imagine! <33

also not proof-read!! 

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18.00. my dorm. prepare for cuddles.

my mother sent over some more of

those sweets you said you liked.

yours, draco

The ripped piece of parchment in your hand included an inked sketch beneath it; the image of a wrapped sweetie surrounded by some scribbled-out love hearts. Your heart skipped a beat at the message written in Draco’s usual rushed cursive, a small smile threatening to twitch at the corners of your lips. Glancing up towards the direction the charmed crane had come in, you sent the blond boy already watching you a small nod of confirmation.

A wink was your reward before he turned back to face Professor Snape at the front of the classroom. It made your heart flutter and your stomach fill with butterflies as you wondered how you’d ended up with a boyfriend as perfect as Draco Malfoy.

Not many would theorise that he was a secret romantic, but then again, not many truly knew Draco for who he actually was. You adored him - the way he looked, the way he smelled, how he loved you, his voice, his laugh, his jokes, and his sarcastic comments. If there was one person on the planet guaranteed to make you smile, it was the Malfoy heir.

You were thrilled to be invited back to his dorm, even if this was quite a regular occurrence that you probably should be more used to by now. The thought of spending the evening after a long day of lessons with Draco cuddled up on his bed eating sweets sent by his mother sounded like a dream come true. There was no other way you’d rather spend your time.

The rest of the day couldn’t have gone by slower, though. You finished your classes and then skipped dinner to shower, knowing you’d be stuffing your face later anyway. By the time you’d slipped on comfier clothes than your school uniform and had dried your hair, it was nearly time for you to head to Draco’s dormitory. He was lucky enough to have his own one as a prefect, with a huge bed and silk green sheets that felt amazing against your skin.

You did some last minute homework for your Herbology class in the morning, though your mind seemed to constantly drag back to your boyfriend. He was like some sort of drug and you clearly had an addiction.

Perhaps the best part was that the love she had for Draco was mirrored back onto her by the boy; their love was a redamancy to be jealous of. Students and teachers alike could see the adoration in their eyes when they looked at each other. They saw the grin on your face and the slight blush on Draco’s cheeks and knew that if what you two had wasn’t love, then love didn’t exist at all.

You had your ups and downs, of course you did. No relationship was ever always perfect. However, it was the way you were constantly able to bounce back and be stronger than before that kept the fire burning between the two of you. It was the way that Draco had worked on his communication, knowing it was the only way he’d be able to keep you, and how you’d worked on being more patient with him that meant the two of you could fall so indescribably in love.

So when you turned up to Draco’s dormitory at exactly 6 pm sharp, you opened the door without knocking, more than certain he wouldn’t mind. He never did. However, Draco was nowhere to be seen in his room. You thought maybe you’d managed to read the note wrong until you heard the running water coming from his bathroom.

You smiled to yourself as you headed towards his bed, dropping on top of the silky sheets you loved so much, your fingers tracing on top of it. Your ears strained to listen out for Draco, a deep hum filling your ears that you knew belonged to him. He had a good singing voice, but he refused to believe it whenever you told him.

You closed your eyes and listened as he hummed in the shower, his voice echoing off the walls in a way that had you wishing you could not only listen but watch him sing it. You weren’t sure when Draco stopped humming or when the water shut off, but the next thing you knew, the bathroom door was opening, steam rolling out as well as the scent of his green apple shampoo.

“Ah, darling,” Draco greeted upon seeing you lying on his bed.

You sat up, beaming at him. A white towel hung around his hips, his platinum hair wet on his head and dripping down his broad shoulders onto his platinum skin. You thought he looked beautiful like this, like some sort of God you’d like to worship. Especially with the smile that he wore upon his face, one that was reserved for you and you only.

“Hi, my love,” you said back, watching as he began to hunt through his drawers for something to wear. “You said six.”

“I must have lost track of time,” Draco admitted, “Cold days are meant for hot showers, you know.”

“No, cold days are meant for cuddles with your girlfriend,” you protested, but nevertheless scooted off the bed to join him by his dresser. “What are you gonna wear?”

“Y’wanna dress me up again, don’t you?” Draco acted as if he was annoyed, but a smile was threatening to tug at his lips.

“It’ll be cosy, ‘promise,” you replied, your hands moving through his dresser, hunting for the pair of black jogging bottoms that you liked on him. “Top or no?”

“No,” Draco replied as he stood in front of his mirror, towel drying his hair.

You found a pair of socks for him too, knowing how he hated if his feet got cold. As Draco cast a charm to dry his blond locks, you settled everything on the end of his bed for him and then began hunting through his drawers once more. You found one of his black tees and pulled your own off, shrugging his on instead.

Arms wrapped around your waist as soon as it went over your head and you shrieked as you were hauled onto his bed. You laughed as Draco suddenly crawled between your legs so he was straddling you a little, his fingers toying with the hem of his shirt.

“Did I say you could wear that, pretty girl?” Draco fauxed a glare.

“Please,” you pouted at him. “It’s comfy and smells so good. Like you.”

Draco rolled his eyes in amusement, smiling again as he kissed your forehead. “You’re lucky you’re so gorgeous. Can’t say no when you pull that face, can I?”

You beamed, feeling your cheeks heat up a little bit. You realised Draco had already pulled the joggers and socks on, his top half naked as he moved to grab his comb off of the dresser.

“Let me do it for you,” you said, holding your hand out.

Draco shot you a look. “Not a doll for you to dress up, you know.”

“‘Just wanna comb your hair for you,” you huffed, sitting on the edge of his bed, your legs dangling over the mattress.

Draco moved to stand in between them, your face level with his body as he began to brush the comb through the back of your own hair. Smiling, you leaned your head against his stomach, wrapping your arms around his middle and enjoying the sensations and tingles that Draco brushing your hair spread through your body.

Your eyes closed and you swore you could fall asleep like it - one of his large palms on your back, his comb brushing through your hair, the warmth of his toned stomach against your cheek and the smell of his aftershave and body wash fresh in your senses.

“You washed your hair, didn’t you?” Draco hummed, his hand moving off your back as he ditched the comb, his fingers playing with it.

“Yeah, had a shower before I came here,” you murmured, not peeling your eyes open, just relishing in the feeling of complete relaxation with your favourite person in the entire world.

“I can tell,” Draco murmured, his fingers gliding effortlessly through your newly-combed hair. “Your hair is really soft after washing it.”

“Good,” you replied, smiling a little against him. “That’s kind of the point of washing your hair, you know.”

“No, it’s to keep it clean,” Draco protested.

“It’s for both,” you compromised, knowing how stubborn he could get quickly. “Now can I comb your hair.”

About a minute later, Draco’s room was playing music quietly and he was slouched between your legs on the bed, the bag of sweets his mother had bought you both on his lap. Your back rested against the headboard behind you, your hands brushing through his silky platinum locks. You put the comb down, beginning to part his hair into tiny sections.

“Sweet?” Draco offered, his mouth full as he lifted his arm behind himself.

He felt you lean forwards and capture the sweet between your teeth from where your hands were occupied in his hair, making him chuckle. Draco knew you were making small plaits with the longer sections of his hair, but he closed his eyes and pretended he had no idea. To be honest, he cherished the feeling of you being so close to him, of your hands in his hair, your nails scratching gently on his scalp every now and then.

“Feels good?” You hummed, glancing down at him and seeing that his silver eyes had shut.

They flickered back open at your question, smiling when he saw you looking down at him. “A bit,” he admitted, which was an under exaggeration. He loved it.

“‘Nother sweetie, please,” you called as you moved onto your third tiny plait.

Draco’s hand came back over and fed the sweet straight into your mouth. You giggled as you carried on plaiting, humming lightly to yourself. A tug a little harder than the rest caused Draco to dramatically cry out.

“Ow!” Draco hissed, “Watch what you’re doing, woman!”

“Shh, I’m just braiding your hair,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “And if you call me woman like that one more time I will shove this comb so far up your arse-”

“Okay, okay,” Draco winced at the imagery. “By woman I meant ‘my lovely, beautiful, sweet, kind, intelligent girlfriend who I love with my whole heart’.”

“You’re such a kiss arse, Malfoy,” you replied, running your hand over the small plaits you’d created. “They look cute. You should grow your hair out like your father so I can do really good ones-”

“Y/N!” Draco grimaced, “If I ever grow my hair out as long as my fathers, feel free to cut it off for me in the middle of the night.”

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead as you cradled his head in your lap, your nails lightly scratching his skin. “Okay, okay. I like you with this haircut anyway. And I like the lack of gel in it. Looks so fluffy and cute.”

“Not what I’m going for, but thanks, darling,” Draco remarked, grabbing another sweet for himself. “You’re comfy, by the way.”

You simply hummed back as you began to undo the plaits, knowing Draco would be annoyed if you forgot and he had little curly bits in the morning. You grazed your fingers back through, watching his eyes flicker back.

“I love you,” Draco murmured sincerely. “So much.”

Your heart swelled. “I love you too, Draco.”

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Call From Home

Tim Drake x Batmom!Reader

Warning: sad Tim Drake, him crying, feeling small, fluff in the end

Note: I always like and entertain the idea that Tim eventually finish his education and go to college. I wrote this back in 2019 when I was away for college and experiencing mild case of homesick. Enjoy!

College life was pretty exciting. At least Tim able to muster that out loud now, and no longer wallowing in constant denial how much he enjoyed being a college student. It does get pretty crazy at times. The chaos in the dorms, the shenanigans of bored college students, morning classes. It got its own rhythm, and Tim was proud that he able to blend and follow the rhythm pretty well.

He never imagined that he eventually able to live a life like this. Like this one. Not after him confronting Batman in his own house. Not after his parents’ death. Not after taking the mantle and split his life into day and night. He never imagined he get to party until late night, laughing his ass off whilst running on the campus ground at night, pulling all night for assignments, and running late to classes.

The Red Robin suit he carefully packed still untouched. Tucked carefully underneath his bed. He never got time to be Red Robin. Not with the piling assignments and constant nudging to socialize. He listened to the police’s radio from his dorm when he was alone from time to time, but in a city like this, it’s pretty calm and mild.

Compared to Gotham, this city is peaceful.

It’s loud, it’s colorful, it’s exciting. Perhaps that’s why he liked the thrill of being here. It reminded him of home. Of Wayne Manor that filled with too many people, too many vigilantes who never know when to lower their voices. And perhaps that’s why he grew relentless and anxious as the clock slowly tick by and it’s all quiet. Darren, his roommate, was gone to his parents for the weekend. Left him all alone with his thought.

Tim sighed as he punched the number on his phone screen. He didn’t know why he did it. But something behind his mind pushed him to do so.

“Hello?” the voice answered after the fifth rang. Tim wanted to smack his head. You were probably sleeping.

“Hi Mom,” Tim greeted. “It’s me.”

“Hi, honey!” your voice laced with a lot of excitement. Tim sat up on his bed, head leaned to the wall next to him as he closed his eyes. “How are you? How do you like college?”

Tim chuckled. “It’s exciting, yeah. The assignments were crazy. But it was fun.”

“It reminds me with my college days! One time, this one student flood the whole floor with detergent because he didn’t know how to wash his own clothes in the washing machine.”

“My God. Just last week a student accidentally pushed the fire alarm because she was drunk.”

Tim could hear you laughing. And then a faint sound of a silverware hitting a surface. You’re in the kitchen then. Or the dining room. There were no background noises and it was all quiet. You were probably alone in the kitchen; dug on the freezer to eat a pint of ice cream you always so cleverly hide from everyone.

“How are you doing, Timmy? You haven’t answered my question.”

Tim went quiet as he bit his lower lip. You often called him Timmy when he was upset or in dire need of comfort. A nickname you reserved for comfort and now his brain associated it with tenderness and comfort. And the warmth of your embrace.

All of sudden, he wanted to cry. His eyes started to sting and his chest heavy. He didn’t know why, but listening to his mother’s voice alone opened up something he had shoved to the back of his mind since the day he moved into his dorm.

“Timmy? Honey?” you called for him. He probably had unconsciously let a sob escaped his mouth. “Baby, are you okay?”

“I miss you,” Tim rasped between his sobs. Saying those out loud only made him want to cry harder. “I miss Alfred. I miss Bruce, Jason, Dick, Damian, Cass…” he trailed, sniffled as he harshly wiped his tears with his sleeve. “I miss home.”

Tim pulled his knees into his chest, curled himself into a ball. He wanted nothing but to sank into your embrace, enjoying the way your fingers would thread on his hair and your nails lightly scratched his scalp. He wanted nothing but to eat a homemade food, not the cheap, knocked off questionable foods he often got on campus.

He wanted home.

“I miss you too, honey,” you cooed. You heaved a sigh as you continued, “The house does get a little quieter without you here.”

“I- I thought I’d be okay. I like it here,” Tim sniffed. “But I miss you. I miss home. And – I want to go home.”

The line went quiet for a little while. He could hear you shuffling in the background, a sound of chair being pushed confirmed his suspicion of you being in the kitchen. He was both surprised and bashful about his sudden childish plea. He never thought he would miss Gotham out of all places. It stinks and raked of criminal. The air here was crisp and clear, he could hear the bird chirping on his way to his classes.

But one call to home and his body longed to be there. One call and his soul wished he was home.

His bed suddenly felt too small and stuffy. The mattress is too stiff and the duvet not warm enough. Tim pressed his head onto his knees, his eyes still producing saline tears as he quietly listened to you contemplating your answer.

“Baby, you know what? It’s okay to miss home. It’s okay for wanting to be home and liking where you are at the same time. I had severe homesick cases when I was away for college too,” you answered finally, with a quiet huff as Tim faintly heard you landed in a cushion. Perhaps the living room.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,” Tim could listen a smile seeped on your voice. “Listen. You live your life here, in Gotham, for almost all your life. You born and grew up here. You live here in this house. You fight for the city. Of course, you’d miss home. Of course, you’d want to be here.”

Tim sniffed as a response.

“And you’re adapting. Nobody expect you to immediately like where you are. Especially when you’re so far away from home, all alone, all by yourself. You’re starting a new chapter in your life. There will be hard times. But I always know you’re a fighter. And you’ll survive just fine. You can do this.”

Tim smiled as he wiped his tears.

“Besides, I believe your friends suffer the same homesick cases too.”

An involuntary laugh escaped him. He let out a wet chuckle as he wiped his tears with his sleeve again. Eyes spared glances into the empty bed across him. “Yeah. Darren is out visiting his parents’ house. Lucky for him his parents are only two hours away.”

“See? You know what I mean?” Tim practically could see the way your face would scrunch up. An expression he grew fond of. “You’re always welcome to come home anytime, honey. Remember wherever you are, no matter how far, you’re always welcome here whenever.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“You know what? This gives me an idea.”

“Idea?”

“For impromptu family weekend getaway,” you said thoughtfully. “What about you show the city around for us next week? Tell me places you like, good restaurants to eat, and places you visit the most.”

Tim blinked dumbly. “You’re visiting?”

“Yeah! Next week. I promise.”

Tim could feel a smile slowly crept up on his cheeks. He shifted on his bed out of excitement. “You know what? This also give me an idea.”

“Ooh, what is it?”

“That I should go cycling around and list down all places I want to show you,” Tim said as he hopped out of his bed. Already made a beeline towards his coat and shoe rack. “I think I need some fresh air too.”

“Alright, Atta Boy. Wear your jacket. It’s cold outside.”

“On it, Mom. I’ll call you later. See you next week.”

“See you next week, baby. I love you, bye.”

Tim was already halfway out of his room when he answered, “I love you too.”

[violettelueur]

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI || PLEASE COME OVER HERE

| featuring : fushiguro megumi from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors, but other than that n/a

| form : imagine

| word count : 1579

| published : 30 december

| request : If this is where requests are taken from I would like to request a fushiguroXreader(female). This time I'll be a sick fushiguro who tries to hide it but gets caught when the fever gets worse. It's could be a fever or a migraine(or both) caused but too much work.

| barista’s notes : hi hi guys~ this is the last of the remaining request that i needed to complete ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ meaning all the request that i had when i closed the cafe (request box) ARE DONE! however, like i had mentioned before, i will be writing a few of my own imagines that i had planned before i open my cafe back again ʕ·ᴥ·　ʔ also i didn’t know if it was the reader that was suppose to be sick or fushiguro, so i do apologies if i got the request wrong ʕ º ᴥ ºʔ other than that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come again soon!

‘Now this is extremely irritating to look at’

At this current moment in time, you were intensely staring at the brightly lit screen that was in front of you with the image of your text message being read but never replied to - which irritated you more than ever since this was your boyfriend you were talking about. Even though you knew Fushiguro wasn’t the type to express his emotions forwardly like Itadori or Kugisaki, you understood that he was trying since the both of you got together which you appreciated deeply.

From what you could recall from yesterday, Fushiguro was struggling to keep up with your daily training session you would both have together, leading you to call if off pretty early so he could have time to rest to which, of course, he declined at first saying that he could go on. However, you forced him to go regardless of what he said. Going on further from what you could remember, the second you had helped him up, you felt that his hands were a little warmer than what they usually were causing a gradual feeling of worry to grow in your stomach to which the shikigami user quickly dismissed the second he saw the concerned look expressed on your face - but that didn’t even help at all.

Without taking another look at your phone, you instantly started to make your way around the school to Fushiguro’s dorm, knowing that was the only place he could be since everyone had an off day today. Quickly making your way through the corridors, you were finally arrived at the front door of his door causing you to look at the wooden plank in complete annoyance before deciding it was time to make your presence known.

“Hey Megumi, I know you’re in there, open the door now,” you stated loudly to make sure he heard your command, only to be greeted with silence leading to your annoyance to evolve into complete irritation. “Hey Fushiguro Megumi, don’t make me kick this door down. You not only have the audacity read my text message but had the confidence to decide to not even reply to it!” you mentioned to him, before grabbing hold on the doorknob, only to find that his door was unlocked.

Confused at this discovery, you slowly began to twist the handle to then carefully invite yourself into his room only to find that it was nearly completely dark with the only light source that was available was the warm sunlight coming from the small gap that the curtains failed to cover. From your quick inspection of the room, nothing was really out of the ordinary, everything was neat and organised just how he usually left his room. The plates were washed and leisurely drying on the dish rack, the books he was currently reading were towered on the coffee table as well as his shoes being smartly placed that side of the front door. The only thing that was not in the ordinary was the person in bed right now.

Usually, at this time of day, Fushiguro would be up and moving yet here he was laying in bed with his back turned to you. Taking a few steps closer, you reached to the foot of his bed before peeking over slight to see if anything was up, only to be surprised at the amount of sweat you could see from his face as well as the slightly pained expression on his face causing you to quickly place your hand on top of his forehead while using the back of your other hand to compare your temperature to his.

‘This stupid idiot’

Quickly, you opened the curtains slightly to get more decent lighting in before you made your way to his kitchen to fetch a large plastic bowl you could find, as you then quickly made your way to his bathroom to fill it up with water before grabbing the closest face towel you could find and dip it into the cold water that was now filling up the bowl. Turning off the tap, you carefully made your way back to his bedside and placed the water bowl on this side table before gently turning his body so he could lay on his back.

‘That was the reason why he couldn’t keep up with training yesterday, he has a fever’

“Hey Mimi, is it okay that I take off your shirt? I need to wipe off the sweat to cool you down,” you asked in a gentle tone, knowing that being mad at him for not telling you wasn’t the best time right now, only for him to groan at your request leading you to assume that was good permission enough for you to do so. Cautiously, you gripped the bottom of his shirt before gently pulling it up to reveal his bare chest to which then you carefully pulled it over his head and placed it in the washing basket only to then immediately grabbed the towel from the bowl and twist it to remove the excess water before lightly dapping his body to help wipe away the sweat as well as help cool him down.

“You idiot, why didn’t you tell me that you were sick? I was really worried you know,” you muttered as you continued to dap the towel on his body before placing it back in the bowl to repeat the whole process with his face next.

After some time, you were able to somehow get Fushiguro in a clean shirt with the now folded cold face towel placed on his forehead while you were planted on the floor next to his bed with one hand holding your phone, scrolling through whatever app you were trying to find interesting with the other being occupied with holding the shikigami user’s hand in a sort of way to comfort him during these unfortunate times as you waited for the soup you had prepared earlier to heat up.

From what you could get yourself busy with while waiting for him to wake up from his nap, you found out that Fushiguro was going to text you back when you found his phone on the floor on the other side of the bed while you were cleaning up the minimal mess you could find with a half typed text on the message box.

“Please come ov-”

Looking over to the dark-haired shaman, you couldn’t help but feel guilty that you didn’t come over sooner than you should, leading you to hold his hand tighter in a way to comfort you now. Realising that you needed to turn off the stove, you quickly got up only for you to be pulled back leading you to fall back on a soft mattress with the arm that pulled you down now placed on your shoulders.

“Stay,” you heard someone whisper, causing you to look up only to find a pair of ocean eyes looking back at you. “Mimi, I need to turn off the stove, is it okay that I do that first? I’ll come back I promise,” you softly asked him, trying to convince him that you were coming back due to the feeling of his hold tightening around your shoulders. “I promise,” you repeated to Fushiguro, leading him to finally slowly lift up his arm to let you go, causing you to quickly get up and turn off the stove since you knew if you didn’t go back to him soon, he would start to whine.

After turning off the stove and somehow managed to prepare a bowl of soup for the sick boy without hearing a noise of complaining, you slowly made your way to his bed with a tray in hand, only to find the sick boy in question instantly staring at you with a pout as the towel somehow managing to stay on his head.

‘How long has he been staring that way?’

“I promised, didn’t I?” you said with a smile as you lifted up the tray to show him what you were doing for him to wait longer than he wanted. However, this time Fushiguro didn’t give you a verbal reply but rather a physical one as he raised up his hand, causing you to look at him in confusion as you walked over to the bed to place the small tray down, slightly pushing the bowl aside - but to too much that it would fall over. Realising that his hand was still somewhat raised up, you gently took it in your grasp causing Fushiguro to put a small smile on his face.

“Please come over here,” Fushiguro then stated, causing you to look at him with a surprised expression before quickly taking the towel off his forehead and into the bowl to which then you quickly settle yourself onto the bed leading to Fushiguro to quickly wrap his arms around your body while using his hand to pull your head on to the crook of his neck.

From what you could feel right now, Fushiguro’s body temperature was cooler than what it once was when you last checked, which was quite surprising and somewhat impressive since he hadn’t had any medicine yet. However, before you could even tell him that he needed to take his medication, you were disturbed by the sound of his breathing becoming steady leaving you to figure out that he had fallen back to sleep.

“I’m right here, Mimi”

[spidercakes]

A/B/O somnophilia AU in which alpha!Tony absolutely rails omega!Peter.

Warnings: age difference (Peter is in his early 20′s and Tony is in his late 30′3/ early 40′s- imagine whatever you like lol), dub con (somnophilia), rough sex, A/B/O, Very Strong Dom/sub vibes, fem!Peter.

*

Tony wakes up with Peter curled up in front of him, his back against Tony’s chest. In his sleep he’d leaned in, face buried in the crook of Peter’s neck where it connects with his shoulder and he kisses it lightly as he stretches out some, careful not to disturb Peter. The dorm room bed is awful, but its exam week and Peter is sort of tethered to campus at the moment, and Tony’s not an ass, its not like he’ll die in this bed. He’ll just feel like he wants to in the morning.

Peter makes a soft noise in his sleep, wiggling his ass directly into Tony’s dick. He chokes on his gasp, hand grabbing Peter’s hip as he presses his forehead to Peter’s bare shoulder, exposed by his shirt slipping down. It wouldn’t be so bad, he thinks, if not for the fact that Peter had admitted, rather shyly, that he’s always been curious about sleep sex and Tony never would have guessed that Peter would share that particular kink. To be fair Peter seemed surprised that he was so into it, but somnophilia happens to be at the top of the list of things he’s into.

Its more of a bad habit he’s developed, sliding his hand up Peter’s thigh and under the too big sleep shirt he’s wearing, but this is the first time he’s found what he was looking for. He moans softly into Peter’s shoulder, considering the possibility that this is some kind of fluke, but they’ve discussed it before. Several times. But then its Peter’s normal habit to sleep without underwear anyway, the fact that he’s slept with them on is weird and- he’s overthinking it. Peter isn’t stupid, and he might be stressed but he’s never really been forgetful- he highly doubts Peter just forgot the time he’d mentioned the easiest consent mechanism for somnophilia. Underwear, no. No underwear, yes.

“Fuck,” he whispers, kissing Peter’s shoulder, continuing his path until his teeth are grazing his neck. Peter makes another small, soft noise in his sleep and Tony can feel his cock twitch, getting hard fast now that he knows what Peter is offering. “Bet you’re already wet for me,” Tony murmurs, reaching down and feeling himself through his flannel pajama pants for a moment before he reaches out and slides Peter’s shirt up over his hips. His ass is gorgeous, and when Tony shifts Peter’s leg to the side to give him better access to his hole Peter cooperates, moving a little and resettling himself with one leg hitched up, hips and ass still pointed in Tony’s direction.

So fucking perfect, just like always. He slides his hand over Peter’s ass, gripping one cheek and spreading him open, cock twitching again when he finds exactly what he thought it would. He lets go of Peter’s ass, leaning in and scenting him as he grabs his hip, rutting his mostly hard cock along his ass and moaning when he smells how fucking hot Peter must be for it. Arousal is practically falling off him in waves, even asleep, and Tony can’t hold back anymore. He doesn’t bother taking his pants off, he just pulls the waistband under his cock and balls before leaning back in and rubbing himself against Peter without anything in the way.

Peter, ever so cooperative, tilts his hips back into Tony’s. He laughs softly, “that’s right baby, give me that pretty little hole,” he murmurs, feeling at Peter’s wet hole for a moment before he pulls back to jerk himself off. Peter looks fucking delicious laid out in front of him, horny and wet for Tony and he isn’t even awake. The small, desperate noise he lets out as rubs his cock between Peter’s cheeks, catching the rim of his wet hole really can’t be helped. He feels so fucking good against Tony’s cock, slick already starting to get messy as Tony   uses his cock to play with Peter’s hole.

It sucks his head in greedily, gripping him tightly and Tony lets out a choked moan as he pulls himself back out, rubbing his cock against Peter’s hole for a moment before sliding back in. His moan is louder this time, nose buried in Peter’s neck as he scents him, sliding himself in deeper as he begins to move slowly at first, but his patience doesn’t last very long. He’s wanted Peter to let him do this since the moment they met, and he brought it up over a month ago. Its been fucking torture knowing Peter wants this as much as he does, and he can’t help the way he buries himself inside Peter.

The sound of Peter’s slick makes him harder as he moves, grabbing Peter’s hip as he settles himself between his legs, pinning him down as he fucks into him enthusiastically. It doesn’t take long for Peter to wake up moaning, hand flying back and settling over Tony’s on his hip as he grinds his ass back onto his cock. “That’s it baby, show me how much you like my cock,” Tony tells him roughly, teeth harshly biting at Peter’s neck.

“Fuck,” Peter all but yells, back arching as he grinds himself back onto Tony again, wiggling his ass as he pants loudly. “Oh my god Tony please,” he says desperately, gasping as Tony pulls his hand out from under Peter’s, grabbing his wrist and pinning it above his head.

“Fucking take it,” Tony basically growls, “you make my cock feel so fucking good,” he adds, biting at Peter’s shoulder roughly. 

The sharp yelp Peter lets out as his hips involuntarily tip up to take Tony in further encourages him, grip on Peter’s wrist tight as he takes what he wants. Peter is so good, so fucking good as Tony fucks him hard and rough, bed shaking enough that Tony might wonder about its structural integrity if he were in the right state of mind.

“Please, Tony,” Peter begs, voice high and desperate with arousal, moaning loudly when Tony lets go of his wrist and wraps his hand around the back of Peter’s neck instead, pushing him hard into the mattress as he fucks into Peter deep. Tony watches his cock move in and out of Peter’s hole, slick dripping down his thighs he’s so wet and he knows he has to knot him.

He smacks Peter’s ass hard with his free hand, moaning as potent scent of horny omega drives him closer to the edge. “Gunna knot that pretty little ass of yours, make sure you know who owns it,” he tells Peter, fucking into him fast.

“Yes,” Peter breathes out softly, “need it Tony, please,” he adds between all these hot little noises he keeps making.

“Mmm not gunna last much longer, sluttly little hole is so god damn tight on me baby, make me want you so fucking bad,” Tony tells him, leaning in and biting at Peter’s shoulder before resting his head against it as he pumps himself in and out of Peter’s hole, mouth dropped open in pleasure because this might be the best Peter has ever felt.

The way Peter feels when he wiggles underneath him is divine, “oh my god I’m cumming, I’m cumming Tony ah-” Peter’s voice is muffled due to being pressed into his pillow and Tony can fucking hold back knowing Peter came on nothing but his cock.

“Fuck yes, baby, s’what you’re fucking made for,” Tony tells him, knot swelling in Peter’s ass, helped along by Peter grinding back onto it panting like he can’t get enough even after cumming. It takes a few minutes of him rocking gently into Peter for him to calm down enough to let Peter up, scenting at his neck immediately and making a pleased noise when Peter immediately tilts his head to the side for him. 

“Mm, thanks,” Peter murmurs, moaning softly as Tony’s teeth graze his neck.

Tony laughs, nipping at Peter’s neck again just because it feels so damn good when Peter’s muscles clench down on his knot, “my pleasure.” Like it’s a hardship to fuck Peter on the best of days let alone when he’s been handed his favorite kink on a platter. As a reward he sucks lightly at the sensitive skin on Peter’s neck, biting at the spot before sucking at it again, intent on leaving a mark.

The soft noises Peter makes as Tony continues to stuck marks into his skin encourage him, making him moan as he rocks into Peter. The knock on the door, however, does not.

*

He sits with his head in his hand, embarrassed. “I can’t believe i had the campus cops called on me,” Tony says.

Rhodey doesn’t even look up from his newspaper, flipping the page casually even though Tony damn well knows he’s not reading it. He’s just a dramatic bitch. “That’s what you get for cradle robbing,” he says, shrugging.

He sputters, betrayed by Rhodey so he turns to Nat, who grins. “I don’t feel bad for you either but only because its funny,” she says.

“Someone thought I assaulted Peter, that is so not funny,” he tells her. In their defense, when he’d played that back over without knowledge of what was going on he guesses that whole thing did sound pretty suspect but still.

He looks to Pepper, his last resort and he knows he’s going to get dropped on his ass but he’s still got hope. “Don’t even,” Rhodey tells him, still not looking up from the paper he isn’t reading. “She has common sense so she’s on my side.”

Tony turns back to Pepper, who pauses long enough for Rhodey to look up at her, giving her a suspicious look. “To be fair, Tony and I had that happen once when we were together and it was awful I’m so sorry you managed to do that twice,” Pepper tells him.

Vindicated he stands up, “ha!” he says to Rhodey, who is staring between him and Pepper like he’s just been told that they’re aliens, and they know because bees.

“Wait, what the fuck am I missing you two had what happen to you?” he asks.

“To be fair,” Tony says, “i completely forgot about the time I got the campus cops called on me with Pepper.”