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littleavengerfics · 11 months

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Can I request a Kate bishop x little male reader where the reader wants to be her little and bf but after he saw how she is around yelena he starts to become distant till one day he leaves without saying anything but Kate and yelena look for him and once they find him they make sure to never let him out of their sight (sorry if this is really vague) thx

could it also be with the prompt I will always be here to protect you..

I'm sorry for how long this took, life got crazy.

Driven away (Male y/n x Kate x yelena)

I met Kate almost a year ago and it took me a while to admit but I definitely liked her a lot. I eventually got enough courage to ask her out, but it didn't go exactly as I thought it would.

"Hey Kate, can I talk to you about something?" She stopped what she was doing and looked up at me with a smile. "Yeah sure." She smiled, pausing the tv and moving up so I could sit next to her.

“So I just wanted to say thanks for letting me stay here, and I hope nothing changes if you don’t feel the same because it’s alright, but I like you, a lot.” She seemed completely taken aback which made me panic that she didn’t feel the same, I knew I shouldn’t have said anything to her. “Sorry you can forget I said anything.” I went to stand up but she pulled me back. “I like you too y/n.” She smiled softly. “I’m sorry it’s just not what I was expecting, I was figuring out a way to tell you but now, I don’t have to.”

“So I guess we are dating now?” I said still in disbelief, “yeah, we can turn our friends dinner into a date tonight if you want?'' Kate offered, eating a piece of popcorn. "If you give me some of that popcorn then yes." I smirked. "Okay but you have to catch it this time." She lined up her shot a few times before throwing a piece in my direction only this time it hit me straight in the eye. "Kate! You're supposed to be an archer! How do you have such a bad aim?" I chuckled, throwing it back at her.

"Maybe I just wanted it to hit you, okay that was a practice, you'll get it this time." She said lining up her shot again this time it landed perfectly in my mouth. "Okay now I've worked for it." I leaned forward, snatching a handful of popcorn. "Thanks." I grinned at her stunned face. "Oh that's how we're playing now?" She chuckled, throwing another at me. "Yeah." I smirked before throwing the handful at her.

"Hey! I'm gonna go eat my popcorn in peace." She frowned, walking off before "tripping" and throwing the bowl on me and bursting out laughing. "Oh I hate you so much." I chuckled, dusting it all off. "You are clearing this up after I kill you."

"Wait, you got popcorn in your hair." She said before putting the bowl on my head and running away. "Kate!" I yelled running after her. "I have to get ready for tonight." She excused slamming the bathroom door and locking it behind her.

I chuckled to myself before leaving to get a shower as well. After 30 minutes we were both ready. "You look really beautiful." I smiled looking her up and down. "Thank you, these are my favorite pajamas." she chuckled, I let out a cough and gestured to my matching outfit. "Oh yeah you look good too." I smiled before running and jumping on the couch. "Okay, I'm picking the first movie, and I'll order us some pizza." I stated, pulling out my phone, "Okay but I am choosing the next one." She sighed sitting next to me. “Fine by me.”

We had dated for a few months and everything was going great. I'd regress whenever she left to go fight bad guys or annoy Clint then when she came back we’d eat dinner and watch a movie or three then go to bed. It became a routine, I started regressing even more and while I was anxious she would find out the other half of me kinda hoped she would in the case that maybe she would be okay with it and be my caregiver, those feelings only doubled when she walked in on me stuck in my headspace.

I knew she would be coming home soon so I had to hide my teddy bear and comfort items but not having them and being stuck in a small headspace just made me upset. I tried just sitting and watching tv with my blanket, what could be suspicious about having a blanket wrapped around you when you’re watching a movie?

But it didn’t bring me as much comfort as I had hoped and I started to cry.

“Hey babe! I am home!” Kate exclaimed walking in, as soon as she saw me her face dropped. “Baby what happened, are you okay?” I shook my head no and she frowned sitting next to me. Do you wanna talk about it or just cuddle? Or both?” I held out my arms and she nodded. “Okay hang on.” She took the blanket off me for a second which didn’t help my mood but she laid on the couch and opened her arms. “Come here baby.”

I laid down with my head on her chest as she played with my hair. “Do you want to talk about it? I’m here if you do.” I shook my head, feeling her stop running her hands through my hair for a second to lay the blanket over us. “That’s okay, we can stay like this as long as you need.” She kissed the top of my head before playing with my hair again, this time rubbing my back at the same time. I could feel myself start to calm down, I felt completely safe with her, she didn’t care that I stayed there for the rest of the night, she got her friend Yelena to drop off food, put on a movie then we fell asleep for a while.

“Hey bishop! I got pizza, because it’s all I have seen you eat so I didn’t know what you like. oh that is disgusting.” She frowned, covering her eyes. “Yelena, we’re just cuddling because y/n was sad.” Yelena sighed with relief putting her hands back down. “Okay, I thought it was something else, I just saw the blanket. Sorry, why is he sad?”

“I don’t know, he doesn’t want to talk about it but it doesn’t matter anyway, I’m getting all the cuddles I want so it’s good.”

“Can I sleep here tonight? And for a week more than that” Yelena asked before heading to the kitchen to make herself mac and cheese. “Y/n why don’t we share a room then we can keep the spare room for when yelena comes over. If that’s okay?” I did sleep more in kates room anyway, I only hid in that room when I regressed to save time before she found me but I could find another way. Yelena is kate’s friend after all and she did let me stay here first. “Okay.”

“Thank you baby.” Kate smiled, kissing the top of my head. “Yeah thank you y/n, do you want some macaroni?” Yelena asked, holding out the pot, “no thank you, we’re good with pizza.” Kate answered for me, making us chuckle. “Okay you’re missing out on my delicious macaroni but okay.”

I wasn’t feeling so little anymore, if anything I was just tired, so I decided to get ready for bed. “Babe I’m gonna go get the spare room ready for yelena then I will head to bed, I’m kind of tired.” I smiled getting up, “okay, goodnight Y/n.” Kate replied before focusing her attention back to the movie.

When I woke the next morning, well afternoon, Kate wasn’t next to me, I walked out to find her asleep on the couch, somehow she stayed asleep even with the sound of clattering from the kitchen that I could only assume was yelena.

“Hello y/n, good morning. You sleep a lot, although bishop does too. She's been asleep for like seven hours already.

I frowned slightly, it was 12pm, Kate would have gone to bed at 5am, a fact that I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed to hear. After all she promised she would come to bed once her movie had finished yet she had stayed up with yelena all night. I shook off my disappointment before leaving the apartment for the day.

Things like this happened for weeks and I began to get even more tired of it. When I arrived back home late one day they were both gone, when I texted Kate she told me they went to go see the christmas tree and if I wanted I could join but I told them it was fine. I decided to take the time to be little for a while before falling asleep in my room.

Kate woke me up the next morning, “hey baby, me and yelena are gonna go get some breakfast. Do you want to come or should I bring you something back?” I rubbed my eyes and sat up, I realized I was still cuddling my teddy bear from the night before." I threw it aside and prepared for her to get mad or call me names, that was the usual response people had, I was still feeling kind of little and soon my eyes were getting blurry with tears. Kate didn’t say anything but she sat down on the bed and rubbed my arm. "Babe, why are you getting upset? It's just a teddy bear." She said softly and I frowned. "You don't think I'm stupid?"

“Of course not, you know I love you no matter what. Who’s your friend?” She asked picking up the stuffed animal I had next to me.

“That's ted. I've had him since I was a toddler.” Kate smiled. “Nice to meet you Ted. Do you and y/n want to come to breakfast with me and Yelena or do you want to stay here?” She asked, looking at me. “We're gonna stay. I'm kinda tired.” I said, taking him back. “Okay babe, I will see you later.” She smiled, kissing the top of my head and leaving with the russian.

I had decided on watching Tv so I went to the living room where I must have fallen asleep again. Whenever I was little I always fell asleep so easily.

"Hey y/n!" "Hey baby!" I heard the women call out, waking me in the process. I whined sitting up. "Hey my little sleepyhead." Kate smiled, kissing my cheek and sitting down next to me. "Here's your breakfast. I forgot to ask what you wanted so I just got your favorite."

"Thanks Kate." I smiled. "No problem."

"You wanna watch a movie with me?" I asked pointing to the tv, it was my favorite movie and I was really hoping she would say yes.

"Oh, Sorry y/n we have plans today. You can come with us if you want? But we won't be back until dinner." I could feel my eyes filling with tears. "I'm sorry baby, please don't cry." Kate whispered softly.

"You Americans are so sensitive, its funny." Yelena chuckled but it only made me cry more, I ran out of the room and climbed into bed with my teddy.

I heard kate knock on the door before entering. "Baby I am sorry. I already had plans with Yelena. And she didn't mean to be rude, it's just how she is. Can I do anything to cheer you up?"

I wanted to tell her to stay but instead I just shook my head. "Okay, I have to go now but can you at least eat some more breakfast?" She asked, putting it on the bedside table. "I love you baby." She whispered before leaving the room.

I laid in bed and sobbed till I fell asleep. When I woke up it was lunch time, I wasn't hungry so I decided to watch movies till they got back. When I heard her keys in the door I turned off the tv and ran to the bedroom. I didn't want to see her right now, it may be childish but I climbed into bed and pretended to be asleep.

She didn’t even come to look for me so I just stayed in bed on my phone for a few hours until she eventually walked in. “Baby? Are you okay?” I nodded, turning away from her, making her sigh. “Me and yelena are gonna watch another movie if you want to join.” I shook my head hiding under the blanket. “Okay, well if you change your mind you can join us.” She said disappointedly, leaving the room.

It continued on like this for weeks, she even forgot our date night, then the one we rescheduled all because she was out with Yelena everyday now. I knew she was allowed friends and I didn’t want to come between them but I couldn’t help but feel a little rejected. I had finally had enough when I woke up one morning and found Yelena and Kate asleep on the couch together. I was sick of feeling so replaceable so I left without saying anything or even a text. I went shopping for a few hours then kept walking for a while until I got tired and sat down on a random bench.

I turned my phone back on to listen to some music and saw I had over 20 missed calls from both Kate and Yelena, along with a ton of texts that ranged from Yelena saying she would track my phone to Kate begging me to call her back. Before I could think it through I pressed call back and waited for it to ring, Kate answered almost immediately. “Baby! Where are you?” The panic in her voice made me want to cry, I shouldn’t have left it this long. “I sorry.” I was dropping fast and regretting every decision I had made, I just wanted to be back with kate. “It’s okay baby, can you tell me where you are?”

“Tree.” I hiccuped through my sobs, “He’s at the big christmas tree.” I heard Yelena say in the background. “But that’s where we are." I looked around hopefully before I spotted yelena running towards me. "Lena!" I yelled and she finally saw me. Kate was following behind and she ran and gave me a hug. "Baby! We were so worried about you." She kissed my head a bunch of times, making me giggle.

"Why did you leave?" Kate asked, lifting my chin. "Katie loved Lena more an it makes me sad." Yelena gives me a confused look. "You are a little?" I look at the floor and nod in shame but Kate lifts my chin again. "I'm sorry baby, I will never let you feel that way again, from now on I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"Hey kiddo, what if we go get you some ice cream to say sorry? And we can go home and watch all the movies you want." I nodded excitedly, wiping my tears. "Okay let's go home." Kate smiled, grabbing my hand.

"Tanks for saving me mommy." Kate smiled down at me. "Of course baby. I will always be here to protect you."

#littleavengerfics #little reader #sfw agere #Male little reader #Mommy Kate #kate bishop x little reader #kate bishop x reader #kate x yelena x y/n

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switchysyphus · 5 months

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Hunger kink fantasy - it’s super long oops

If you want to read it I’d appreciate it but if you don’t TLDR - my partner keeps me from having food all day, keeping me starving

I am allergic to some foods and generally am a really picky eater. In this situation I do have a partner and am working as a teacher.

Before falling asleep I make sure that my alarm is set for 7am since it’s a Monday morning but my partner has other plans. They secretly wake up before me and turn my alarm off. At 7:35am they wake me saying things like “babe! I thought you were awake! You have to leave for work in 10 mins.. come on wake up!” I drag myself out of bed and change quickly. I think maybe my partner has made me breakfast and I can eat in the car but he didn’t make me anything and it’s too late for me to make myself breakfast.

I teach my morning two classes while being a little hungry but used to not eating for 10-12 hours. During snack time while the kids are eating I try to go to the canteen to grab a snack but another teacher comes to me in a frantic rush saying that there is a problem with the printer and she desperately needs worksheets printed for her class in 10 minutes so I go with her to help her print her copies.

Oh well I think lunch is in an hour I can wait. The hour passes and finally it’s lunch time! I go to the staff room fridge and realise that I forgot to bring my packed lunch cuz I was rushing in the morning! I remember that I still have some money on my card that I can pay for lunch at the canteen! When I go down tho the card reader says it’s at zero so I have to put back the food I took! At this point I am starving… I try to order food but as I am about to press order my teacher friend reminds me that we aren’t allowed to order food cuz we need to set good example for the kids. I’m all out of options by now and soo hungry.

I just remind myself it’s only another 3 hours before I can go home and eat. I text my partner and tell him how hungry I am cuz I had to skip breakfast AND lunch! They say “oh you poor thing! Why don’t we go to that nice restaurant for dinner? You can fill your tummy with all the good food there!”

The hours pass slowly while I teach, soon enough the final bell rings so I can go home yay! By the time I come home it’s almost 4pm, starving I go to look in the fridge and there is nothing!

Partner chimes in and says “oh I cleared the fridge, I ate up the leftovers and threw away the expired stuff! Aren’t you so proud of me?”

I nod and say “I’m starving! Would you mind if we just order some pizza?”

They respond with “I’m not hungry babe, we will go to that lovely restaurant at 7 I already made the booking. I hope you don’t mind I invited some friends!”

I groan and say “ I havnt eaten since last night dinner! Is there really NOTHING I can eat now? Not even a small snack?”

They say “no baby, that homeless shelter needs snacks and you have a whole cupboard full of snacks so I donated them all… yes even the Cheetos and popcorn. Come let’s watch a movie to distract your hungry tummy!”

So we watch a Disney movie and they rubs my tummy which has started to growl, I curl up into them and hope that the times goes quickly. By 6:30pn partner tells me to go get ready and to dress pretty so I go shower and change starving at this point cuz it’s been almost 24 hours without any food. I get ready and they say “you look so thin in that dress baby, it looks so big on you!” I smile and nod. We leave for my favourite restaurant and as we are in the car they say oh shoot I forgot to tell you that “Daniel wanted to go for sushi for his birthday dinner so I couldn’t say no now could I? It’s HIS birthday after all!”

I start to cry cuz they know I don’t eat sushi and im allergic to the ginger and soya sauce they use. I ask if they can just turn around and drop me home but they say “no baby, my friends really want to see you! It’s been soo long and I already told them you would come. It would be rude for you not to come now” During dinner I am forced to sit and smile politely and tell everyone that I ate before coming when it’s been a full 24 hours of no food at this point! I get so hungry that try to take a sushi piece but partner slaps my hand and says “babe! You are allergic! You ate before coming.” I blush and keep talking to my friends. I suggest we go for ice cream but everyone is so tired and full now they all want to go home. On the drive home they keep rubbing their belly and saying they are wayy too much and are so full! I say I’m still hungry and ask again if we can pick up some food for me. Again they say “awww so cute for asking! But no baby, no food for that greedy tummy! Maybe if you wake up early tomorrow you will get breakfast!”

#hunger kink #fantasy #mine

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drpoisonoaky · 7 months

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Sometimes supergirl has a random thought that has to be shared with a specific person.

[Thought 1]

[On a rooftop with nightwing looking at some criminals]

Kara: Do you realize you can say “have a nice day” without problems but when you say “enjoy the next 24 hours” sounds threatening.

Nightwing: THE FUCK SHE’S DOING HERE

Babs: and if you use seconds instead of hours sounds even more threatening like “enjoy the next 1440 seconds”.

Kara: Exactly! Well good luck and good night *kiss her in the forehead and flew away*

Dick: I-

Babs: Shh they’re moving.

[Thought 2]

[Inside the clock tower with Steph]

Babs: Steph you have to be more caref-

Kara: A coconut has hair. A coconut has milk. A coconut has flesh. Therefore, a coconut is a mammal.

Steph: WHERE DID SHE CAME FROM?!

Babs: A coconut is a fruit babe.

Steph: THAT’S NORMAL TO YOU?!

Kara: Your logic is no fun but you are pretty so *kiss her in her left cheeck* bye *fly away*

Steph: that wa-

Babs: cause if you aren’t more careful I’m going to call Cass.

Steph: WHY DO YOU CONTINUE LECTURING ME AS IF NOTHING HAS HAPPENED

[Thought 3]

[Inside the clock tower with Dinah]

Dinah: There were like 10 guys at least but she came and fight al-

Kara: Do you realized that poems that don't rhyme are just really weird sentences that make people feel awkward?

Babs: Maybe you can write one and use it instead of fighting.

Kara: Oooh I’m going to do that *kiss her in her temple* see you tomorrow night *flies away*

Dinah:

Babs: and what happened next?

Dinah: I guess birds of a feather flock together.

[Thought 4]

[At the batcave helping Bruce]

Bruce: I’m trying to enter but-

Kara: Do you realise your lap only exists when you sit down? When you stand up its not a lap anymore.

Babs: That’s a good one.

Kara: The accessibility of this place is awful btw.

Bruce: Are you done?

Kara: Geez you didn’t even flinch.

Bruce: I’m part of the justice league. They always show up like that.

Kara: …okay I guess. Well *kiss babs on the nose* see ya!

Bruce: as I was saying-

[Thought 5]

Riddle: Riddle me this Wh-

Kara: Pizzas are circles cut into triangles put into squares. It feels over geometric.

Riddle: shit shit shit I cannot win a super-

Babs: Mmm now i’m kinda hungry. Can you hit him to end this sooner so we can get some pizza?

Kara: Your treat?

Babs: Of course.

[Thought 6]

[With Harley on a rooftop]

Harley: And then this guy came-

Kara: I bet the person that invented popcorn must have been really surprised.

Harley: FUCK YOU YOU NEARLY KILL ME YOU S-

Babs: I hope they didn’t have any cardiac pathologies.

Kara: Right? I’m gonna get some *kiss babs on the top of her head* bye!

Harley: Men I love popcorns.

Babs: So…

Harley: I’m sorry bratgirl but I don’t remember what I was telling you before the blondie.

[Thought 7]

[On the clock tower with cass]

Babs: When will you perform? I want to see you again, I miss watching you dance.

Kara: Someone could be stopping time, then unstopping it, and we wouldn't know.

Babs: I think that violates every law of physics.

Cass: They have to feel quite alone.

Kara: True. My powers are better. *kiss babs in her right cheek* Nice to see you Cass!

Cass: She’s nice.

Cass: In two weeks.

Babs: I’ll be there.

[Thought 0]

Kara: Babs, can I ask you something?

Babs: Always.

Kara: Can I fly wherever you are every time I have like a stupid thought and tell you and then go back?

Babs: Like a message.

Kara: Well yeah but faster and forcing you to read it.

Babs: mmm

Kara: A random thought, a kiss, and scaring the hell out of whoever you are at the time, what do you say?

Babs: If you do it more than 15 times in a week, the dinner on date night is on you.

Kara: Deal!

#batman #harley quinn #lgbtq #i kinda like supergordon #supergordon #supergirl #kara danvers #kara zor el #karababs #babskara #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #nightwing #dick grayson #dc riddler #kara and babs are the same age btw #like in btas #btas

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goldemas1244 · 1 year

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Kastiya Mas Dating Headcanons!

(Note: Separate list from the initial headcanons post! He's got such a way to date I love him so much! @kikiwooo I love the attention you've given him so HAVE AT YOU!!!)

He's slightly problematic. I mean his parents and friends are all blown up so really he's got a lot of trust and attachment isues. Do take note.

Dating KM is a fun adventure no matter where he takes you! From kayaking to dinners, he has an extensive bucket list of places to go and you'll both love it!

If it's a more relaxed date he'll wear something formal. He likes dress-like outfits a lot. His favourite restaurants are shellout restaurants. The lobster is a must-have. He'll take you out to a restaurant on your first date, classic.

If it's an adventurous date he'll look like his normal nude self. He'll bring a fanny pack with him though. You can never go wrong with a few spare energy bars! He'll start out with the more chill ones of course, like walks in the park.

If he doesn't know where to go he'll ask you. Just make sure to tell him two days in advance, he has a very horrid sense of time.

If you want to Netflix and Chill well then that's all the more better! He gets an excuse to stay at home and show you the ungodly amount of media he's pirated. He's gonna put on the Pirates of the Carribean movies at least once.

He likes movies with strong orchestral soundtracks, but he's not against rom-coms. He has a collection of CDs with old-timey movies in them and he soaks them all up like a sponge. His favourite is My Fair Lady.

When he watches with you expect a lot of physical contact. He'll rest on your shoulder, hold your hand, snuggle up close to you, steal your nachos (he's allergic to popcorn), maybe even sleep on you if he's tired. He likes it when you wear cologne too.

When you take it to the bed, the first nights are always nice. Cute hugs and snuggles, spooning, AC on and blankets thick. He relishes in the warmth. He's a bit of a night owl though so you really should help him sleep earlier. He'll sleep with his back towards you before he gets more comfy and uses you as a stinky pillow instead.

Mating session! He's very inexperienced so do start out slow. He likes knowing he can trust you with the next step. Aftercare is always on his budget and he'll spare no expense to make sure you feel comfortable enough for bed.

But of course as time passes on things can get a little rougher. When he lets you take full control that's how you know you've truly sealed the deal. There is no way out except either a permanent relationship or first-degree murder. No going back now, he's letting you raw him. That's a privilege right there.

Bath time is usually solo. But the more comfortable he gets with you the more he'll let you get closer. Until eventually of course he'll stop using the shower curtains and shooing you out, altogether ending up sharing the same shower AND towel.

He likes to go out shopping too, but he usually window-shops. No, what I'm saying is, take him to a bakery. It's cheaper than a new shirt AND the bread's gone in three days or less. Make sure your wallet's loaded, he's a beast when it comes to chocolate buns.

Sick days are best spent alone. It's no good if both of you get sick. Screentime is limited. You'll have to help him manage his Twitch content. But if YOU'RE sick he'll spare no potato. He'll force feed you bread and chicken soup until you get better.

Gaming dates are always fun. You get to game together and boost both your accounts! He's not the swear-y type of person though and mostly watches his language on-cam.

He likes to give and receive trinkets. Little keychains, fancy lighters, you name it he'll buy it. He'll remember the most minute detail you've mentioned and then buy you it on your birthday.

Birthdays! Pizza party instead of cake, he hates icing. He likes being fed though so treat him like a prince.

If it's been a sad day make sure to be there for him. He doesn't want advice. He just wants to know you're there for him. And he'll treat you the same way. It'll take him a while to open up to you but once the tears start to flow it means he's begging you, praying you're not like the others. You've also got to be thick-skinned though. He's very violent when he's breaking down.

Your first kiss with him is also his first kiss. He loves it when your two lips meet. He'll want another one after the first one. And another one. And another one. And so on and so on. Until there's nothing left but kisses all over, may or may not escalate.

As a Kastiyan, his moral code is a... tad skewed. Meaning if you dare enrage him he will not hesitate to shut you down no matter how much he really truly loves you. So unless you're very good at fighting and calming him down, consider yourself dead. He'll stay indoors for a grieving period of about three months. You'll stay seven feet under for the rest of your life.

He doesn't understand social cues all that much so you should help him. He can act a bit childish at times so be patient with him. Don't tease him if he makes a mistake, he's got a sensitive heart.

He likes anybody really but he's more oriented towards men. He finds a strange sense of comfort in their tummies.

He has a tendency to bite. You. No chew toy can suffice the need to severely pin you down and rip off chunks of your flesh. It's a repressed instinct. So just... let him nom on you cutely. He won't go that rough usually. Usually.

He owns a pat cat who can run on two legs. No his house isn't haunted BUT IT SURE DOES FUCKIN FELINE IT. (Get it? Feline? Feel like? Wordplay? No okay I'll see myself out-)

If he suddenly asks you if you love him, that means he's starting to feel down. Hold him by the chin, look into his eyes, say clearly that you love him, and give him a hug. And maybe opt to book a psychiatric appointment for him.

He's terrified of losing you. So within a year or two of you two dating, he'll pull the ring on you. If you're not ready, he'll try next month. And so on and so on. He's lost so many people dear to him, so you'd better not be his latest (and probably last; who knows what he'll do to himself if he loses you...).

#kastiya #kastiya mas #kastiyaposting #mlbb oc #headcanons

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currentlyfckingurmom · 11 months

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Her Song part 10

I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, nervously fixing my hair.

"You're just going to the movies, Y/N. Relax," Ash says, watching me freak out.

"Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've been on a date? Actually, I've never been on a real date. I've had one night stands and a brief high school relationship. That's it. Ash, what am I supposed to do?!"

"Watch the movie. Eat some popcorn. Maybe go out for a casual dinner. You already know Willow. In fact, you've already seen each other naked."

"Don't remind me of those days."

"Whatever. The point is, this should be easy. Just be you, okay? Besides, you've practically already gone on a date with her."

"We got drunk. That's it," I deadpan.

"Exactly my point. It'll be fine. Just let me know if you aren't coming back home tonight, yeah? And I'll make sure Syd is in bed by ten."

"Thank you, Ash. Seriously, you do too much for me."

"We're family," she shrugs, "Don't worry about it."

"I love you, bitch."

"Love you, asshole."

I nod at myself in the mirror, pretending to have any scrap of confidence. Fake it till you make it.

Walking out into the living room, I squat in front of the couch, kissing Syd's forehead. "I love you, Satanist. Be good for Ash, okay?"

"I love you too, Momma. And I'm always good."

"I know you are." I stand up and head to the kitchen where Ash is. "Text me if she gets a headache. They've been getting more frequent," I tell Ash quietly.

"You got it. Have fun."

"I'll do my best. See you later."

Leaving the apartment, I try the calm my nerves. It's just a date. And it's Willow. I've known Willow since I was seventeen. It'll be fine. My phone vibrates as I get a text.

Lizzie (aka your favorite actress)🥰: Good luck on your date! ;)

I laugh at the way she saved her contact. I reply, thanking her, as I get in my car. Willow and I agreed to meet at the theatre.

When I get there, I head inside and immediately spot her standing in the lobby. "Hey," I say nervously as I approach.

"Hey! I got our tickets. Popcorn?"

"Well obviously. What kind of monster goes to the movies and doesn't get popcorn?"

We got our snacks and went into the theatre. We decided to watch a horror movie, and somehow we ended up holding hands with Willow partially hiding behind me. When it was over, we walked out laughing despite being slightly spooked by the film.

"I'm kinda hungry still. You wanna get pizza? I know a great place near here," I suggest.

"Ooh, yes. I'm always down for food. I took an Uber here, though."

"That's fine. I'll drive."

After her briefly marveling at my car, we drove to a small pizza joint and got into a heated debate over what pizza to order.

"I'm telling you, deep dish is the move," I state.

"No no no. Thin crust all the way," Willow argues.

Eventually I gave in and we ordered New York style pizza. I'm kind of surprised by how much fun I'm having, but my mind occasionally drifts back to Florence. Which is crazy because I don't owe her anything.

After agreeing that I'll give her a ride, we drive back to Willow's apartment in relative silence, but it's comfortable. I feel like she wants to say something, but she doesn't. I park in front of her building and she smiles out the window, nervously fiddling with her hands. "Would you, like, totally mind if I kissed you again?"

"Not at all," I reply with a smile. She leans over the center console, pausing to look between my eyes and my lips. I finish closing the gap, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. It's slow at first, careful as we explore new terrain. I lift my hand to tangle in her hair as the kiss quickly becomes heated. She rests her hand at the base of my neck, moaning as I slip my tongue into her mouth.

"Do you wanna come up?" she whispers against my lips, her chest rising and falling heavily.

"Yeah, yeah I do," I whisper back, molding our lips together once more.

She giggles, pulling away and saying "Come on, then," as she gets out of the car. I unbuckle my seatbelt and quickly follow her into the building. Getting in the elevator behind her, I push her back against the wall and kiss her hungrily. I grip and the back of her thighs and lift her, prompting her to wrap her legs around my body. She moans, grinding against my front as my mouth moves down her neck, licking and sucking at her pulse point.

The elevator door dings, opening up to reveal the hallway on her floor. I set her down, following her to her door. She gets out her keys and I push her against the door, marking her neck as she laughs, trying to unlock it. She finally manages to turn the key and we stumble inside.

She kicks the door shut and saunters to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of tequila from the cabinet. She takes a swig directly from the bottle, holding eye contact the whole time. I cross the kitchen calmly, taking the bottle from her hands and taking a sip. She pulls my lips back to hers and pushes the jacket off my shoulders. I run my hands up her sides, slipping them under her shirt to cup her breasts through her lace bra.

Willow pushes me away before pulling her shirt over her head, revealing the black lace beneath. Grabbing my hand, she pulls me toward her bedroom and impatiently removes my shirt. Our pants quickly follow and she pushes me down on the bed, hovering over my exposed body.

In all our haste, I fail to notice the vibrations of my phone, and the unknown contact lighting up the screen.

unknown: I know you didn't want Lizzie to give me your number, but I talked her into it. Please don't go with this girl, Y/N. Just cancel the date.

unknown: Y/N? unknown: Please tell me you're not with her.

unknown: This is stupid. Just forget it.

#florence pugh

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storiesofstratos · 7 months

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Chapter 2: After School Special

Our heroes grab a slice after school-

School was over before I knew it. I was out the door just as soon as I'd grabbed my stuff from my locker. Hopping on my scooter, I made my way quick over to Leo's. Inside the pizzeria, my two friends had already found a table, where I quickly made my way over to. I could already smell the pizza they'd ordered. A simple pepperoni pizza was more than enough to lift my spirits after a long day at school.

“I’m telling you dude,” Jack’s voice was the first I heard. “The Jets are gonna take this season, I just know it.” His fluffy brown hair swayed slightly in the autumn wind, and I noticed him brushing it out of his hazel eyes so he could get a better view of Daniel.

“The Jets?” Daniel sounded surprised and almost offended. I didn’t know much about sports, but it was fun to listen to them get heated about it from time to time. It usually entertained me for an hour or two. “Dude, what are you on about? They’re playing like absolute ass this season. Now the Comets, they’re crushing it. They sweep the Jets easy.”

“Now listen here, you little shit,” Uh oh. Daniel made the fatal flaw of insulting Jack’s team. I wish I had popcorn. “Those are fighting words-”

I cleared my throat to get their attention. “Guys,” I spoke after they finally acknowledged my presence, grabbing myself a slice off the tray. “Am I going to the junkyard by myself tomorrow, or not? Neither of you answered my text last night, and I could probably use the extra hands.”

“Are you still working on that bike?” Daniel asked, a perplexed look filling his emerald green eyes.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure she finished that last week,” Jack answered for me. Well that was something, I didn’t think he paid that much attention. “You’re working on a new project, right? Your little robot thing?”

“It’s not a little robot thing,” I corrected him. “It’s an automated buddy, it can keep track of dates and important events for me, set alarms, and remind me to, well, eat,” I let out a sheepish chuckle as I rubbed the back of my neck. “That, and drink water.”

“Oh, good. Maybe I won’t find you passed out in your garage again,” Jack took a stab at me with his words, causing me to want to duck my head away slightly in shame.

“It was only the one time.”

“That’s one time too many.”

I cleared my throat. “Anyway! Junkyard, tomorrow, after school, you guys in? I could really use the help!”

Jack blinked, letting out a sigh before he answered. “Yeah, I don’t have anything going on tomorrow.”

Daniel was a little more enthusiastic with his reply. “Yeah! That sounds like a lot of fun, I’m totally in!” I had a feeling he would be in. He loved that place almost as much as I did, even if he didn’t go there for spare parts.

“Awesome! Then, do we wanna hit up the arcade tonight?”

Daniel backed away slightly at my offer. “Ahh, actually, I gotta get moving. It’s my turn to cook dinner tonight, mom’s working late so it’ll just be me and Elise tonight.”

“Oh, does she wanna come?” Jack tried once again to extend an invitation. It was true Daniel’s mother worked late a lot. Doctors usually did though.

“Ah, no, probably not. I promised her I’d make her favorite tonight, so she’s probably looking forward to it. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she’s at home already. I gotta hit up the store on the way home,” He stepped away from the table, waving at us before turning and running off. “I’ll catch you guys tomorrow!”

I smiled and returned his wave, watching him slowly disappear into the distance. “Guess it’s just you and me,” My eyes drifted over to Jack, “Bet I can beat you at DDR.”

“Ha. You are so on,” He shoved me playfully before running off toward the arcade, laughing.

“Bastard!” I yelled out after him, chasing him toward the arcade.

#Hero's Dawn Arc #Nico POV

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pumpkinspice-prouvaire · 1 year

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3 for the touch meme, dealer's choice on who!

3. hiding face in neck

this is your daily reminder that the courfius ship is ✨top tier✨

(tw for some mild horror imagery, I guess?)

Marius supposes that knocking on your date's door for your first real, official date feels a lot more significant...when said door isn't right next to your own bedroom.

Courfeyrac opens it quickly, with a smile so wide his deep brown eyes are crinkling at the corners. They'd agreed to take it slowly, casually, so he's not dressed up, just wearing the pair of soft grey sweats he wears round the house, and a hoodie. Marius is dressed similarly- They're staying in tonight, just ordering pizza and watching a movie on the sofa.

Slow. Casual.

Dinner goes well, although the look Courfeyrac gives him for asking for pineapple on his pizza is far too judgemental for Marius' liking.

"Shut up," he mutters, when Courfeyrac stares at him, "I like it."

"Of course you do," Courfeyrac replies, and the fondness in his voice and the kiss he presses to Marius' cheek heats him from the inside out.

Things go downhill after dinner.

"Want to watch a movie?" Courfeyrac asks. "I bought popcorn."

Marius knows it's stupid to not want the night to end when he's sitting in his own living room, but that's how he feels, so he tells Courfeyrac he can pick a film and goes to the kitchen to make the popcorn (Courfeyrac always burns it).

When he comes back with the popcorn, Courfeyrac has a Netflix title card loaded and paused onscreen.

"You're okay with horror movies, right?" he asks, "I've wanted to watch this one for ages."

Hm.

Marius isn’t sure what the movie is about- It’s something to do with ghosts, or maybe demons, and a big family home where the children start acting weird and doors keep slamming at random moments. There might be a haunted doll, he’s not sure. He’s trying very hard to watch the movie without actually watching it, focusing on the top right corner on the screen and the feeling of Courfeyrac’s arm around the back of the sofa. He always slings it there casually when they’re watching TV together, but the knowledge that they’re technically on a date right now, and the way it’s slightly closer to the back of his neck than normal, gives a weight to the action that wasn’t there before, and Marius wants to lean into his touch.

Before long, he ends up doing more than that. Marius chances a glance at the screen at the completely wrong moment- A demon or monster or something leaps out of no where and drags one of the characters into the darkness- and he gives a strangled half-scream and turns away, ending up with his face buried in the smooth skin of Courfeyrac’s neck.

The sounds of the movie pause, and then Marius feels gentle fingers under his chin, pushing it up until his eyes meet Courfeyrac’s.

“Hey,” he says softly, “Is the movie too much for you? We can turn it off and watch something else if you want? Sorry, I didn’t mean to force you into it if it’s not your thing.”

Marius swallows. It’s nice of Courfeyrac to offer, but if he can’t be brave when it comes to horror movies, he can be brave for this.

“You didn’t force me into anything. It’s okay, you can finish it,” he says, and leans across and presses a kiss, quick and chaste, to Courfeyrac’s lips, before settling down against his side and pressing his face into his neck again. He smells of cologne, and a little bit like popcorn. “As long as you don’t mind me staying here.”

Courfeyrac laughs and tightens his arm around Marius’ shoulder, and Marius hides his face in Courfeyrac’s neck again, and holds him a little tighter during the jumpscares

#my writing #modern au #courfeyrac #marius pontmercy #courfius #fluff #answered

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sirchubbybunny · 2 years

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Today has been a long day, but not in a bad way. I'm feeling really good and kind of bubbly, and I'm wondering if anyone gets like this now that I'm thinking something over.

Now, I'm by and large an introvert - but I love hanging out with my friends when I get the opportunity to. In high school, this would be going to a gaming store we hung out at for their DDR Monday or Tuesday nights where we could play DDR from like, 4pm to closing for a small fee, and all nighter events they'd hold on the last Saturday of the month. Now that those days are long gone, it's usually just getting the chance to go for a drive and have dinner with them to catch up or talk about film projects.

George Carlin said it like this; "I like people, just in short bursts". I love being with my friends, but after a few hours my battery drains and I need serious alone time to recharge. In general stressful situations, it's depleted way faster. With said all night events, day long gigs, sleepless 12+ hour shifts on a film set, or going to a convention knocks me on my ass and not seeing another person for a long weekend is bliss to me.

However, there's always that one person that heals you than drains you. You can do the same aforementioned things with them and it doesn't tire you out, it only makes you feel better the longer it goes on for and wanting more.

Oh, you want to start another season of this show we're binge watching? I'll get the popcorn and order some pizza while we get up to stretch.

You can't sleep either? We can go for a late night walk to the gas station for slushees and loiter around the park.

Hey, I'm feeling anxious. Is it okay if you just gush to me about what art projects you're working on or games you're playing?

You can even just bullshit around with them for hours, quite possibly do nothing and it's time well spent. It's never a dull moment with them and it's hard to describe why you're able to kick it with them so effortlessly and it feels like no time has gone by, but with anyone else, it's different.

Sure, you're having fun and you love them, but you still need that time apart. But with them? This one person? If anything, not hanging out or chatting feels lonely and it's a marvel to you that just a brief talk to hear how their day is going gives you a sort of 1up and replenishes your energy and spoons. Their presence, IRL or online, is soothing. You didn't know you needed it until they show up and then it just hits you out of left field.

Maybe I'm just being too much of a kid like this. I don't know.

#alterous #asexual #queerplatonic

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bakugousolos · 2 years

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this is kind of angsty but like... dabi/bakugo/shinsou/denki comforting fem reader after she has a breakdown (...do not question the specificity /j)

Ty for the suggestion @grvyrd-drms !

Mostly gen!nuetral reader tbh idrk how to make it feel lenient towards afabs 🧍‍♂️ sorry 😕🤞🤞

Dabi - While dabi was out “working” you were simply laying in bed thinking. Then it hit you. “Why does dabi even love me?” Suddenly you weee spiraling down a rabbit hole of negative thoughts and soon enough you were bawling. Maybe an hour later, he came home to see you with a tear-stained face asleep. “Doll?” He asked worryingly. Next thing you knew he was holding you to his chest whispering how much he loved you and that you were the only reason he’s trying to fix himself </3

Bakugou - you were in the middle of cutting onions for dinner when you accidentally slit your finger. You’re eyes were already blurry, how could you even see? The problem is, blood was a major trigger and you couldn’t stop thinking about past self harm. On the floor, you were crying and freaking out - throwing your hands on your head and getting blood every where - realizing your hair is drenched in the crimson liquid, and eventually passing out lol. Once he was back, dawg was scared shitless. He freaked and ran around looking for bandages. Once he shook you up you could tell you both were drained and he banned you from cooking again. You guys 100% had pizza while watching a movie and cuddling. I’m willing to bet he called you dumb for even thinking about sh.

Shinsou - lately tests have been getting more extreme for you in college, which at first wasn’t bad. You got to stay up with Hitoshi - even if you were studying. The only problem is, you completely loose a normal idea of what time it is and you always end up with hallucinations due to lack of sleep. Straight off you realize it’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s not. This idea starts up really bad paranoia/anxiety so after some time you panic and your heart rate goes sky high. What’s real? What’s not? Hell, this Drabble could be fake too!! Don’t worry though, Shinsou sees and just calmly grabs melatonin gummies so you can get some rest for once 😭. He’s so unfazed too, like it’s kind of upsetting. Hoping for cuddles - gets sleep instead. 😞🤲

Kaminari - okay with Denki, he seems like the type to accidentally short-circuit and hurt himself trying to help you … but for the sake of this, he’s gonna be fine at comfort. You guys are happily watching a movie and when he brings in a massive bowl of popcorn you start to get upset. “How much have I eaten already?” You think. It upsets you with just the thought of eating and when he brings so much food it’s hard not to get upset. Before you know it you feel yourself shedding tears. He feels something wet drop on his hand and just knew that you were crying. He doesn’t exactly know what to do so he squeezes you tighter and just shushes you. Quickly realized it was the food and told you were perfect just the way you are and that if you were gonna let food beat you then fighting villians definitely isn’t the way to go. His stupid joke has you laughing and later you find yourself eating with him. 😈🙏

GUYS IDK HOW TO PROPERLY DO SMTH LIKE THIS 😭😭.

I literally had sm trouble trying to do this and istg it came out so bad LMFAOO. I really feel like this was such a letdown and my original version was great - but i closed the app and my whole draft got erased 😀. Decided to get it out earlier than planned tho because i feel bad. Hopefully this is atleast a little up to the expectation 😭.

Happy reading (๑>◡<๑)

#dabi x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #dabi drabble #denki kaminari #denki x reader #denki hcs #shinsou x reader #shinsou hcs #hitoshi shinsou #mha x you #mha drabbles

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erwinsvow · 3 years

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𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 | 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧

author's note: sorry i just cannot stop writing headcanons! it's my favorite thing to write. i really hope everyone enjoys these, they include things from these two works of mine as well :) -shea

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

very much the involved boyfriend

once you guys finally start dating, he just immediately wants you guys to merge lives and share friends, even though that’s not a simple process

but it’s really because he cares about you so deeply he doesn’t want there to be a part of his life that you’re just not involved in

therefore; very involved

you guys manage your schedules together and plan out dinners and dates in advance

he mostly really likes having something to look forward too, like time with you

the kind of boyfriend that remembers little stuff you say here and there

like if you mention your mom’s birthday is coming up, he’ll ask later what you’re getting her and suggest some ideas. probably would send your mom flowers too to earn brownie points

or if you have a stressful week with exams and papers, he’ll stop by randomly with coffee and a snack and a hug

i honestly don’t see jean as the kind of boyfriend to start/carry on a fight, because he would hate knowing that you two are upset with each other. so i think any fights would be resolved pretty quickly

if one did happen to go over night or last a few days, he would definitely apologize first and bring you flowers, even if you were the one who started it

honestly though, with a guy like jean, what is there to fight about

overall, just a super caring boyfriend that makes the little stuff the memorable stuff

𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

the! best! boyfriend! ever!

i see armin as the ideal caring boyfriend

he just really likes to have someone to take care of, and he is also really touched that someone trusts him enough to ensure their heart to him

so he takes every measure to make sure he’s being the best partner he can be

a lot of emotional sharing, and i feel like would happen pretty early on as well

only because he is so trustworthy and you know you can tell him everything on your mind, even stuff that you maybe haven’t told anyone else

this just makes your relationship progress even further. you two are the couple that has been dating for a month but knows they are going to be together for a long time

speaking of, you are the mom and the dad of the friend group, which is so adorable but calls for a lot of teasing from your friends

but armin knows he’s going to marry you one day, so he just laughs when eren cracks another joke about it

𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧

i’ll be real, this relationship is definitely not the easiest

reiner definitely loves you, don’t get me wrong, but a big part of him probably thinks he doesn’t deserve someone like you to care about him

which isn’t easy in a relationship because i feel like he would try and distance himself from getting too attached in the beginning

maybe he just thinks you’re going to see through him and realize you don’t want this anymore (which is not true at all, but just his intrusive thoughts)

i think you would try to reassure him about your feelings and how much you want this relationship, but then he feels like you shouldn’t have to reassure him, and that you shouldn’t be in the kind of relationship where you have to reassure the person. basically he thinks you deserve someone better, and you know that there is no one better for you

eventually i think this reaches a breaking point. through a lot of angst and honesty and tears, you two finally work it out

i think after clearing things up, things take a huge turn for the better

he definitely learns that there’s nothing wrong with being a relationship where you have to take care of each other, and he’s definitely thankful that you continued to stand by him

so sorry about this angst, but on the bright side, this man would be such a devoted boyfriend

his friends definitely make fun of him for looking at you like you hung the stars and moon in the sky

i also think all this angst would lead to you two being really open and vulnerable with each other, which is really important to him

also definitely a mama’s boy and can’t wait to introduce you to her

just like armin, he knows you’re gonna be his wife someday

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

even though i think it would take eren a long time to settle down and commit to a healthy, long-term relationship, once he does, he would be a great boyfriend

he is a really caring guy, and i feel like part of his hesitance is about opening up to someone if they’re just gonna leave

but i think he can tell early on that this would be different

i have a feeling his love language is quality time, and so you two are always planning little things together

he especially loves last-minute, impromptu dates that arise from a random thought

like he’ll grab two sandwiches and take you to the beach at sunset, even if you just got home or had something to get done

or knock on your door at midnight and take you to the nearest roof to stargaze together

i feel like eren is the boyfriend who becomes your closest friend over time

you guys go to each other first when you need to rant or talk or babble endlessly

it’s an interesting dynamic but it works well for you guys

the kind of bf that people assume he’s a single bachelor and will stay that way forever, or people don’t believe that he’s settled down, and then when they see you two together they’re shocked

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭

you and marco have the most wholesome relationship

if i had to picture anyone whose relationship feels like the honeymoon phase even after a whole year, it is marco

he has a habit of making every small date, every meeting or interaction just feel so special, like every day is a special occasion

the kind of boyfriend who gets you a promise ring early on with every intention of replacing it with an engagement ring and wedding band one day

a big moment for him is introducing you to his friends! he knows they’ll love you, and he just wants you to meet the other most important people in his life

especially you and jean, this boy would be on cloud nine seeing you two get along so well. makes him super happy and teary-eyed

the responsible bf who takes care of everything for you, even little, everyday things so you don’t have to worry about it

like making sure there’s a cup of water on the nightstand when you go to bed, or setting an extra alarm to make sure you don’t oversleep, or reminding you about a deadline

overall just <3 boyfriend marco

𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

the nonchalant, cool boyfriend who has to hide how sappy he actually is

pretends like he’s not nervous as all hell on your first date. acts like you leaning into him on the walk back home, or kissing his cheek at your doorstep before you say good night isn’t giving him heart palpitations.

also majorly touch-starved. after you two really open up to each other, which happens way sooner than he expected, it’s hard for him to keep his hands away from you.

he’s reserved in public, a simple arm around you waist or hands interlaced while you guys are out

but when you’re in the privacy of your home, it’s almost instinctual for him to pull you close

he loves when you lay your head on his chest, but nothing compares to when you let him lay his head on yours.

you stroke his hair and sit in silence, appreciating the quiet mumble of the television and the sound of each other breathing

always falls asleep like this, and he’s never been much of a nap guy, but ever since he met you, he’s reformed

not to mention your skin is always so warm and soft, and his is always on the colder side, so he’s just drawn to you

also i see him as the kind of guy who proposes out of nowhere, like you aren’t expecting it at all after a quiet dinner together at home, you’re getting up to grab dessert and he pulls out a ring

“how about dessert and naps for as long as we both shall live?”

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

once again, pock tries to put on a tough facade but we all know he’s just a softie on the inside

in fact, it’s a little while into your relationship that you notice him softening up with you, trying less hard to seem like someone else and getting more comfortable around you

you definitely don’t mention it, because you don’t want him to realize how you’ve been noticing it lately, but it definitely makes your chest feel warm and fuzzy at the thought of him being more himself

it’s not long at all before you can’t even see any semblance of that tough guy you met for the first time

the kind of whipped boyfriend that carries your bags when you go shopping, grabs your coffee order on the way to visit you, and likes to have quiet nights in more than going out

your favorite memories with him include watching rom-coms and munching on popcorn in his apartment, everyone else out and about on a saturday night

the leftover pizza is sitting on the counter, and you turn to go put it away when you notice pock teary-eyed at the movie!

yes, this boy cries at sappy romantic movies and you regret ever putting on the notebook that one night because you wanted to get laid after and that just did not happen because he was crying too much

but also just treats you so right and has every intention of being the best boyfriend he can, doesn’t ever want to do anything to hurt you and is highkey very glad he met you and has someone to be so open and comfortable with!

𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

can you spell boyfriend material.

the most comforting, wholesome boyfriend in the world. you actually can’t believe he’s single when you guys meet for the first time, because there’s just no way.

this is the take him home to meet your parents guy, introduce him to your friends right away guy because you know it’s serious

i talked about how bertholdt is the bf who just listens to your talks and rambles for as long as you need to, and always offers advice and sweet words, but he really does take it to the next level

lets you cry it out when you need to, rubbing your back and hair softly and not minding when his shirt is covered in tears

or alternatively lets you rant about your annoying professor or a terribly rude stranger or whatever else is plaguing your mind today

texts you every day asking how you’re doing, always calls you before bed if you guys aren’t together

he just has the ability to make you feel so heard and seen

and of course you never forget to take care of him, as well. it makes for a really comfortable dynamic.

very easy to imagine spending the rest of your life with him despite the fact that he has kicked you off the bed multiple times in his sleep

𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

alternatively, husband material

takes all of five minutes into having a conversation with him to realize this is a responsible, mature guy

which are usually far and few between

i’d like to think he’s similar to marco in the way that he likes to make sure things are taken care for you, he likes to get things off of your shoulders even though you feel like you should be doing it for him instead

this translates to a lot of checking in phone calls, making sure you’ve eaten dinner and haven’t skipped meals because of your busy schedule

always makes time for you and especially loves having date nights every saturday, it’s wonderful when you haven’t been able to see him all week

anyways, you get engaged and married so fast bc you just had to snatch him up

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citrinesparkles · 3 years

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cat part three.

jason todd x gender neutral, cat lover (or tolerater) reader. 1,066 words. notes: part one here, part two here! (edit: part four here) brief snippets of cat life. warnings: food is discussed, animal illness (but everything ends up fine, i promise)

it was nearly four in the morning when you finally heard the window slide open.

unfortunately, it was accompanied by the sound of him moving- which usually meant he was hurt, too hurt to move silently.

so you set your phone down, climbing out of bed and making your way into the dim living room just in time to see him close the window and- hear his jacket start yelling?

interesting.

"so," you started casually, not bothering to hide your amusement when he stiffened, "your jacket meows now?"

"oh, why aren't you asleep?" he all but whined- which, filtered through his helmet, was not only adorable but also hilarious- falling forwards to gently thump his head against the wall.

"my boyfriend ran late at the office," you teased. "you know how it is."

the jacket meowed again, and he just groaned.

"are you going to introduce me to your guest, or should i pretend i didn't notice?"

he took a deep, slow breath. "fine." he pushed back from the wall, turning to flick on the nearby lamp.

now, you could see the obnoxious bag covered in cartoon pineapples and flamingos slung over his shoulder and his signature leather jacket wiggling slightly in his arms.

he gently shifted the jacket, revealing a tiny, sleepy face.

one that immediately meowed again.

"this is cat," jason said, exhaustion lacing his voice. "a friend asked me to take care of it until it's well enough to go back out into the world."

"cat? really?"

"please don't start."

you took cat, setting its litter box up in the corner of the living room while jason took a shower.

cat was tiny and friendly, running its head into your ankles and purring whenever you acknowledged it.

the meowing, loud and persistent, began again as soon as you opened a can from the ugly beach bag.

cat was in desperate need of a bath and a careful brushing, you realized as it ate, but both could wait for the morning. for now, you did your best to make a bed out of spare blankets and get it to drink some water.

soon after, jason found you on the living room floor and all but fell into the space next to you.

cat immediately stood up from its makeshift bed and climbed up into his lap.

"i'm not keeping it," he said firmly, dropping his head to your shoulder.

you hummed quietly, watching as he scratched the cat's chin. "so what's the plan?"

"vet tomorrow-" he yawned- "find out what its deal is, get it healthy, figure out somewhere it can comfortably live out the rest of its days." he paused, and the sound of cat's purring filled the space between you. "sorry for springing this on you."

"a warning would have been nice, yeah, but it kinda looked like your hands were full."

"it just wouldn't. stop. meowing." he squished its cheek gently, making you laugh and cat look up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "yeah, you. you just don't know how to shut up, do you?"

it meowed.

he took cat to the vet that morning, and came back with it- her, you learned- in an actual carrier, along with a bottle of pills and a bag of pill pockets.

"antibiotics," he explained as he opened the carrier and released her into the living room. "she's got some kind of infection. vet said to give her one of these-" a shake of the bottle- "with dinner for two weeks and make sure she drinks lots of water."

two weeks.

yeah, no way he'll ever get attached in two weeks, you thought, watching her jump up onto the couch to glare at him and the carrier.

you came home the next day to an obviously recently-deserted living room.

jason's favorite blanket (which, 'coincidentally', cat had also taken a real shining to) was tossed haphazardly over the arm of the couch; a bowl of half-eaten popcorn rested on the coffee table; and a young mark hamill was on tv, frozen in an unflattering pause.

"c'mon, chewie," you heard jason grunt, dragging your attention to the other end of the apartment. "no- ugh, come here already!"

you followed his voice curiously to find him- or, more accurately, his legs- on the bedroom floor.

as soon as you stepped through the doorway, he froze and swore quietly.

"does that mean you named the cat?"

"no, she named herself," he grumbled from under the bed. "kept meowing every time chewbacca started talking- talking, roaring, whatever."

"oh, of course, my bad." you leaned against the doorframe with a smile, arms crossed over your chest. "so where is chewie, honey?"

"hyperspace, last i checked."

"right, right," you nodded, fighting back a laugh. "so what're you doing down there?"

"hopefully avoiding this conversation."

"jason. is the cat under the bed?"

"...maybe."

"and why is that an issue?"

he sighed. "she stole the remote, okay?"

this time, the laugh won.

you woke up to an empty bed, jason's quiet voice floating down the hall.

"that's right."

"mrow."

"uh huh."

"mrow."

"you're a genius, truly."

"mrow!" you heard chewie hit the ground, presumably jumping down off of the back of the couch again.

"tuna for lunch. of course. i've never heard a better idea."

you smiled, rolling over and going back to sleep.

this time, you came home to a quick note on the counter. it said that jason had run to the store but would be back to make dinner, and there was a small pizza slice doodled in the corner.

it made a little burst of warmth flood your chest, and you plucked the note up to put away for a rainy day.

on the way, you caught sight of his jacket on the couch.

that was interesting. when he wasn't wearing it, it was always hung up carefully, tucked away with the rest of his gear where it wouldn't be stumbled upon unless someone was really looking.

you quickly got an explanation as chewie, curled up into a content donut shape on the sleeve, peaked one smug eye open at you and purred.

interesting, indeed.

you were dating a giant sucker.

#citrine writes #jason todd #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #dc #dc imagine #imagines #dc imagines #medical cw #man... this one kicked my butt actually.#the word meow doesnt look like a word anymore <3

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In Orbit (39/40)

Pairing: Klaine

Rating: M

Fic Summary: Blaine starts attending NYU, and he and Kurt weave in and out of each other’s lives - as friends, exes, friends with benefits, and harder-to-define labels - while they navigate college, relationships, and adulthood in New York.

Notes: So, this is a monster of a chapter. It's like twice as long as the second-longest chapter in this fic. But a lot had to happen in it, and I figured y'all deserved to have all of it at once. I hope you enjoy ;)

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June 2016

Summer arrived, and the unending muggy days seemed to open up the world to possibility, the long hours of sunlight allowing for anything to happen.

The first session of the music camp started, so Blaine fell into the routine of his job, spending weekdays organizing supplies and assisting instructors and playing music with the kids. He found that he felt even more at home than he did last year, his experience in a kindergarten classroom over the past semester giving him more confidence and ease leading young students. New employees looked to him for answers, and his superiors and the students were equally pleased by his work.

Kurt had arranged to work from the Stage Left offices a couple days a week, and with his new free time in the absence of school, he was taking on more writing assignments and contributing more to the company’s social media and marketing materials. The office was in midtown, so some mornings their schedules would line up and they’d take the train together for a few stops before Blaine had to transfer to another line. Blaine always enjoyed those mornings, when he and Kurt would move around the apartment in choreographed grace as they got ready, and then sit or stand together on the subway, chatting idly or silently judging other commuters.

Everything with Kurt, really, just seemed to be going well. Blaine wasn’t sure exactly when they’d hit their stride, but it felt like the stilted awkwardness and pain of the past had finally become water under the bridge. Maybe they couldn’t be close in exactly the same way that they had once been, but it seemed like they had reached some form of balance. He loved talking about the mundane details of their days, sharing space as they worked independently, watching TV together with a big bowl of popcorn when they had a free evening. Kurt even seemed to have become more comfortable touching Blaine again - picking lint off of his shirt, shoving him playfully when he was teasing, letting their legs brush when they sat on the couch together. Kurt once again felt like Blaine’s best friend - the first person he wanted to talk to about anything interesting in his life, the one who could always make him laugh, the person who could best listen to him when he wanted to vent. He was grateful to have his friend and roommate back, to have stability in this relationship that felt like such a key part of his life.

Blaine was washing dishes one evening, headphones in, when Kurt walked over to the kitchen and just sort of - hovered, over Blaine’s shoulder.

Blaine finished cleaning the plate he was holding and dried one hand so he could pull out an earbud. “Yes?”

Kurt smiled at him. “I have a question for you.”

“Go ahead,” Blaine replied, amused.

Kurt laced his fingers together. “Are you free Saturday night?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Do you want to get dinner?”

Blaine raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, sure.” It wasn’t a strange request, as they ate together pretty frequently. Usually it was more spur-of-the-moment, though - one of them would come home and announce they were far too exhausted to cook dinner, they should go get Thai food, or they’d be low on groceries and decide to order pizza, or they’d simply have a craving for dumplings. Still, Blaine was happy to agree ahead of time.

“Great,” Kurt said. “How about 7:30? Maybe we can grab a drink afterwards.”

Blaine nodded, idly folding the dish towel in his hands. “Sounds good.”

Kurt’s eyes flicked critically over Blaine’s body, observing the old exercise shorts and hoodie he was wearing to do chores. “It’s - this restaurant I want to go to, it’s kind of nice. Not that you don’t usually dress smartly but, you know, just a head’s up.”

Blaine smirked. “I think I can manage that.”

“Perfect,” Kurt said, turning gracefully on his heel. As he walked back to his room, there seemed to be - a lightness to him, a fluttering skip to his step. Blaine watched Kurt disappear behind the curtain, and tilted his head thoughtfully before returning to the dishes.

They took the subway to Williamsburg on Saturday, their shoulders jostling against each other with the turns of the train, and then walked a few blocks to a tapas restaurant with a sleek exterior. They stepped into the small entry area, plush carpet and minimalist decor in dark colors, and Kurt said to the hostess, “Hi, Kurt Hummel, for two?”

She greeted him with a smile, while Blaine tried to school his expression of surprise. He hadn’t expected Kurt to take him somewhere this fancy, let alone make a reservation.

They were led to a small round table, where they settled into tasteful wooden seats and were handed menus to peruse.

Blaine had just let his eyes glance over the artful text on the page when he saw the prices.

“Kurt?” he said, letting his menu fall flat onto the table.

“Don’t worry,” Kurt replied, clearly anticipating Blaine’s comment. “It’s my treat.”

“Kurt,” Blaine repeated.

“Blaine,” Kurt looked at him over the menu, his expression calm. “I wanted to go here. I invited you. I knew it was nice. We wouldn’t be here if I couldn’t afford dinner. Now, please, tell me what you think looks good.”

Blaine stared at him for a moment longer before reluctantly picking up the menu again.

“You went to Spain last year, right?” Kurt asked. “Did you try anything on here?”

“I was only in Barcelona for two days,” Blaine replied, finally reading over the dishes. “But - oh, yeah, we did have croquetas, those were really good.”

When the server came back, Kurt ordered a glass of wine for himself, then looked expectantly at Blaine. He examined Kurt’s face for a moment, then said he’d have the same.

He watched Kurt, poised and smiling, pick up his wine when it arrived, fingers curling gracefully around the glass. He held it halfway across the table, so Blaine mirrored him to clink their glasses together.

“Are we toasting anything in particular?” Blaine asked carefully.

Kurt shrugged, lips upturned. “To a bright future.”

Blaine slowly sipped his drink, the wine bitter and cloying on his tongue, and wondered what game they were playing at.

Shortly after their food arrived, Kurt pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket, glanced at the screen, and sighed.

“Rachel’s Funny Girl audition is on Monday,” he said, holding down the power button on his phone and then slipping it away. “She’s been texting me about every tiny detail.”

“Is she nervous?” Blaine asked, spearing a piece of jamon with a fork.

“I don’t know about nervous,” Kurt replied. “Manic, maybe. Obsessive. But she’s got the confidence.”

“Do you think she could get it?”

“I don’t know,” Kurt said, arranging the food on his plate. “I’m not a Broadway casting director. I don’t know that they’ll think she has the experience to have a lead role, but...if they take a chance on her, I think she has the talent and drive to pull it off.”

Blaine watched Kurt take a couple bites of various dishes. It may have been expensive, but Blaine had to admit that everything they’d ordered tasted incredible. “You’re really good at supporting her,” Blaine said. “Even when she’s a lot. Is it ever...do you get annoyed?”

“Of course I get annoyed, she’s Rachel Berry,” Kurt replied with a laugh. He took his napkin from his lap to press to his lips for a second. “I am jealous of her, sometimes. But that doesn’t mean I’m not still happy for her. She deserves it.” His eyes flickered up to meet Blaine’s. “It’s sort of like you.”

Blaine raised his chin, surprised. “What do you mean?”

Kurt smiled, but took a moment before answering. “Just, back in high school, you know - you were also a star. You were really talented, and you deserved all the praise and recognition you got, but you did get a lot of it. So I was a little jealous, sometimes, even while also being happy for you and proud of you. I didn’t resent you for having so much talent - it should be put to good use, right?”

“Hmm,” Blaine managed, looking down at his plate. “I guess so.”

The restaurant hummed around them, the sound of low conversation and silverware clinking and the creak of servers’ footsteps. “...Blaine?” Kurt asked, hesitant. “Did I - what is it?”

Blaine took a deep breath, then sipped his wine, keeping his movements slow and deliberate. “I’ve been thinking, lately,” he said. Thinking, thinking, thinking, his thoughts a dangerous whirlpool that kept pulling him in. He was usually so much better at doing than thinking. “There’s this masters program, at one of the other colleges at NYU, that I might apply to. It’s, um. It’s a music education program.”

“Music education?” Kurt spoke like he was trying the words out. “Like teaching?”

“Yeah,” Blaine said, adjusting his fork. “It involves, uh - getting a credential.”

Kurt was silent for a moment, and Blaine felt anxiety buzzing in his chest cavity. He finally glanced up. Kurt was looking at him, but his face was open, curious, not judgmental. “Are you excited about it?” Kurt asked.

“Um, I…” Blaine didn’t know how to answer. He’d been thinking mostly of the past, of what he was giving up - of the dream he once wanted so fiercely, the feeling of being on stage, the person he thought for so long he’d grow up to be.

Kurt set down his fork and reached across the table, covering Blaine’s hand with his own. “Blaine,” he said, his gaze strong and his voice clear, “because of who you are, I’m positive that whatever you choose to do, you’ll be amazing at it. You’re gonna be talented no matter how you use that talent. But talent shouldn’t be an obligation to any one type of life. So if this is the way that you want to use it, the thing that will make you most happy, then - you’re going to be so good at it. And I’m so proud of you for having the courage to make that decision about your future.”

Blaine blinked, trying not to cry in the middle of this fancy restaurant. He pursed his lips together in a grateful smile. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Kurt squeezed his hand, and then let go, sitting back. He waited a moment as Blaine gained composure, dabbing at the corners of his eyes with his napkin and taking deep breaths. When he was calm enough to look at Kurt again, Kurt grinned.

“What?” Blaine asked.

Kurt picked up his wine glass and held it up. “To a bright future.”

Blaine laughed, and lifted his own drink to toast a second time. He was in an elegant restaurant eating delicious food, sitting across from his best friend in the world, and the future looked okay. He finally felt like maybe he hadn’t lost his path - maybe he was just finding the right one.

“To a bright future,” he repeated, tapping their glasses together, and the wine tasted sweeter this time.

As they stepped out onto the sidewalk, Kurt asked, “Would you like to go somewhere for drinks?”

“Sure,” Blaine replied, tugging on the hem of his jacket to straighten it out. “That sounds great.”

Kurt smiled, his face alight in the dusk air. “I have a place in mind.”

They walked comfortably close for several blocks, their sleeves sometimes brushing against each other, moving in-sync as they navigated scaffolding and avoided shallow puddles formed by drips of air conditioning condensation. They stopped at an unassuming storefront with a weathered awning. The door was open, music drifting out into the warm summer night, and a large woman was sitting on a stool just inside to check their IDs. Blaine pulled out cash for the cover charge and insisted, “I’m paying for our drinks, too, after you got dinner.”

They stepped down a narrow staircase beyond the door, ducking under a low ceiling before the bar opened in front of them. The dim light reflected off of polished wooden floors, people sitting and drinking and talking at small tables around the room. The brick walls were decorated with framed photographs, paintings, and old vinyl covers. At the far end of the room was a simple stage, crowded with a six-piece band playing an upbeat swing song.

Blaine leaned into Kurt as they took in the room, his chin grazing against the shoulder of Kurt’s jacket, and asked, “what do you want to drink?”

Kurt turned his head slightly to meet Blaine’s eyes, their faces an inch apart. “This seems like the kind of place,” Kurt answered, just loud enough to be heard, “where I should have a martini.”

Blaine grinned. “One martini, coming up,” he said. “Grab a table.”

Blaine headed for the simple bar against one side of the room, and tapped his foot to the beat of the music as he waited for the bartender to make their drinks. He’d ordered an old fashioned, which he’d never had before, but he was pretty certain he knew what was in it. While this bar was in no way pretentious, it still felt like a huge step up from the college haunts where he’d done most of his legal drinking, the sort of places that had three-dollar beer nights and wouldn’t make cocktails with more than two ingredients.

He found Kurt at a table close to the stage, and he set his martini glass in front of him. When Kurt turned and smiled up at Blaine, something twisted in his chest. God, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Kurt a million times, but he could still take Blaine’s breath away.

They sipped their drinks, leaning in close to pass idle conversation, clapping enthusiastically every time the band finished a song. There were several couples in the empty space in front of the stage, displaying varying levels of skill in dancing along to the swing and jazz music. As the band started up a new song, Kurt pressed his hand to Blaine’s shoulder and said, “Look, Blaine, there -”

Following the jerk of Kurt’s chin, Blaine looked at the dancers, and saw that one of the couples that had joined in was a pair of middle-aged men. They held each other close, shoulder-to-shoulder, hand-in-hand, then separated so the taller man could twirl the other under his arm.

Some warm feeling flooded through Blaine’s body. He’d lived in New York for nearly three years now - it wasn’t as though seeing openly queer people in public was an entirely novel or unusual occurrence. But there were times like this, when he was struck with this profound feeling of hope and gratitude, seeing a potential happy future for himself. He’d been through so much, been beaten down and fought so hard to be able to be himself - knowing that there existed a light at the end of that tunnel in some sense, that other people like him had found peace and fulfillment, was reassuring in a way he couldn’t put into words.

Kurt’s hand fell away from Blaine’s jacket, and Blaine could hear movement beside him. When he tore his eyes away from the dancing men to look in Kurt’s direction, he saw that Kurt had stood up, and was now holding his arm out in Blaine’s direction. “May I have this dance?” he asked, his smile half-wry, half-nervous.

Blaine observed him for a moment. He thought of all the steps that had led them to being here, now - the upscale dinner on Kurt’s dime, drinks and live music and dancing, both of them dressed up. When they left the apartment this evening, he didn’t expect to be going on a date, but now it was hard to come up with an alternative description for it. He didn’t know what it meant, in the grand scheme of their relationship.

But he stood and took Kurt’s offered hand, because he was willing to find out.

Kurt led them to the dance floor, and pulled Blaine into his arms with comfortable ease. The band was playing something relatively upbeat, and Blaine happily let Kurt lead them in swing steps. He couldn’t help the joy bubbling up in him, the way the rhythm buzzed through this limbs as Kurt pulled and twirled and caught him. The horns blared, the percussion sizzled, the keys harmonized. Blaine stumbled over his steps a few times, trying to keep up with Kurt. “This isn’t fair,” he laughed as he came crashing back against Kurt’s chest. “I haven’t had a dance class since high school.”

“You need to practice more,” Kurt said, winding an arm around Blaine’s waist to keep him close as they swayed to the beat. “I can tutor you and catch you up.”

“I do miss this,” Blaine admitted, their faces so close that he could keep his voice low, even this near to the band. “We should go out dancing more often.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Kurt agreed.

They continued on for several songs, their smiles and laughter coming more easily as they danced together longer. It was getting to the point where Blaine was out of breath and about to ask for a break when the band transitioned to a slower song - something both mournful and romantic, the notes tugging at his heartstrings as Kurt pulled him in tight.

It was so easy to wrap his arms around Kurt, and to be embraced back, to press his face so close that he could smell Kurt’s aftershave and hairspray and sweat.

It felt like such a privilege to be back here again, his body fitting against Kurt’s like it was made to, so familiar and yet somehow new at the same time.

Blaine felt himself, for the second time of the evening, growing close to tears.

He blinked, took a deep breath, and looked directly at Kurt. Even in the dim light, Blaine could tell Kurt’s face was flushed from exertion, and a single strand of hair had fallen out of place to curl over his forehead.

“Kurt,” he breathed out. “I’m having fun, but…”

“But?” Kurt asked, eyebrows raising.

Blaine let them rock back and forth for a few beats, savoring the moment before he forged ahead. “But what does this mean? Tonight?”

They were close enough that he could feel Kurt’s chest expand as he breathed in. “It doesn’t have to mean anything more than a fun night out between friends, if that’s what you want,” Kurt said carefully.

Blaine stared into his eyes. “And what’s the alternative?”

Kurt bit his lip, and when he spoke again, his voice was low but clear. “I’ve realized that - I want to be with you, again. Not halfway, like before, not undefined or secret. I miss you, Blaine, and I love you, and I want you back if you’ll have me.”

“Kurt…” Blaine said, but it was hard to get words out with his heart in his throat. Even with his growing suspicion throughout the evening, he didn’t truly believe that this would be the result. He’d worked for months to accept reality and move on, to not wish for this moment - but here it was, in front of him. His head was a chaotic mess, and he didn’t know how to respond. “Wow,” he managed.

Kurt shrugged, helpless. “I know.”

Blaine realized suddenly that they’d stopped swaying to the beat of the music. They were just standing, wrapped in each other’s arms, at the edge of the dance floor.

He couldn’t pretend that he didn’t want this, with every atom in his body. Kurt’s close embrace and romantic confession tore down all the walls that Blaine had carefully built around his feelings for Kurt. His best friend, the love of his life, his soulmate. Being with Kurt again - it felt like a miracle to have it within his reach.

But he had put up those walls, meticulously blocking his longing and desire, for a reason. Things had gone bad between them so many times before.

“You - “ Blaine cleared his throat. “You’re really sure about this?”

Kurt nodded, slow and certain. “I am.” He brought his hand from Blaine’s shoulder to smooth down the lapel of Blaine’s jacket. Blaine was pretty certain that it hadn’t been out of place, but he let Kurt take the moment to center himself before he continued speaking. “I’ve felt this way for a while now,” Kurt said, “but I - I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I wanted to wait to say anything until I really knew that I meant it.” He glanced up to meet Blaine’s eyes again. “I know we can’t change the past, but - I’m ready to heal from it, to move on. I know we’re different now, we’ve both grown up. I realized that trust is a choice, and I’m ready to trust you again. I wouldn’t be saying this now if I wasn’t sure, Blaine. I am. I’m all in.”

There were moments in Blaine’s life that sometimes felt surreal, as if there was no way he could actually be experiencing them. Events that he never could have expected, or things that seemed too good for him to deserve.

But this moment - the sweet sting of whiskey still on his tongue, the gentle rhythm of the music surrounding him, the warmth of Kurt’s body against his - this was real. Kurt’s face, bright-eyed with affection and frozen in anticipation, was real. This was Blaine’s life, and he’d lived every moment so far to arrive here.

“Me too,” he told Kurt.

Kurt exhaled, a relieved half-laugh. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Blaine said, and then, unable to hold back any longer, he reached up to cup Kurt’s jaw and pulled him into a kiss.

Their lips fit together perfectly, sending a spark through Blaine's body that was familiar and thrilling all at once.

The first time Blaine had ever kissed Kurt, a nervous sixteen-year-old full of emotions he didn't know how to handle, it had felt like a leap of faith. This kiss didn't feel like a precipice - it felt like solid ground. Kurt kissed him back, and it was like a prophesy being fulfilled, a question being answered, a puzzle piece finally slotting into place.

They broke apart, breathless, and Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine’s. Behind him, the band started a new song, something more upbeat, but they didn’t move.

“Do you want to go home?” Kurt asked, and Blaine could feel the words against his skin.

I think I already have, he thought. “Yes,” he said. “Let’s go home.”

They took a cab, not wanting to rely on the MTA’s schedule, and didn’t stop touching the whole ride - fingers entwined, knees brushing, Kurt lifting their hands to press a kiss to Blaine’s knuckles. The air buzzed with promise, with anticipation, and Blaine nearly dropped his credit card as he fumbled to pay for the ride.

As soon as Kurt shut the door to their apartment, Blaine pressed him up against it to kiss him again, his hands firm on either side of Kurt’s waist. “God,” Blaine said as he pulled away to kiss down Kurt’s jaw and neck, to feel the soft skin there that he loved and missed so much, “it’s so convenient to live alone with my boyfriend.”

“Yeah,” Kurt replied, his voice breathy but also - careful. “Blaine, you know it’s - obviously we have history, and we do live together but - ah,” he gasped as Blaine sucked lightly at the hollow of his throat, and Blaine could feel the movement of Kurt’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed. “But we can take things slow, if you want,” Kurt managed to finish.

Blaine took his lips off of Kurt’s skin to meet his gaze. He grinned, and asked, “so you’re saying you didn’t spend the whole drive here thinking about undressing me?”

There was already a flush blooming on Kurt’s face and neck, and Blaine wondered just how far beneath his collar it had spread. Kurt cleared his throat. “It doesn’t matter what I was thinking,” he said. “I’m just saying - we don’t have to rush into doing anything. I know I’ve sprung a lot on you tonight.”

Blaine would have assumed that his heart couldn’t feel any more full than it already did, but here Kurt was, proving him wrong. He leaned in to press a simple, heartfelt kiss to Kurt’s lips. “I love how considerate you’re being,” Blaine told him, “and I’d love to have a mature conversation about all of this tomorrow. But for now…if you’re into it -” he shifted so that his thigh pressed against the front of Kurt’s pants, feeling his arousal and eliciting a sharp inhale, “ - which I’m pretty sure you are, I’d love to do very naughty things with you to celebrate our reunion.”

Kurt smiled, languid and knowing. He ran his hands up each of Blaine’s arms and gripped his shoulders. “Okay,” he whispered. “Your bed or mine?”

Blaine’s heart stuttered in his chest. “Yours,” he said. “I’ve missed it.”

Fumbling fingers, unsteady steps, hands and mouths exploring revealed skin. The bounce of Kurt’s mattress, quilt pushed aside, soft sheets giving under Blaine’s bare knees as he held himself above Kurt. The lamp cast warm light over their bodies as Blaine kissed his way down Kurt’s chest, feeling Kurt’s heart beating and lungs expanding beneath him. He sought out well-remembered freckles and blemishes, rememorizing the feel of every plane and curve of Kurt’s body. Kurt spread his legs so that Blaine could settle between them. Blaine sucked at the dip in Kurt’s skin next to his hipbone and finally wrapped his hand around Kurt’s cock, lazily stroking it a few times and enjoying the breathy sounds of pleasure that Kurt let out in response. He admired the long expanse of Kurt’s naked body, laid out for him like a sacred offering. Everything about him looked delicious.

Blaine stilled his hand, lifted his head to look up at Kurt’s face. “Do you have condoms in here?”

“Oh,” Kurt said, raising himself slightly on his elbows. “Yeah, in the dresser. But it’s - I’m as safe as I was last fall, if you don’t want to use one.”

“Okay,” Blaine said slowly. “You haven’t - “

“No,” Kurt cut him off firmly. “No one else.”

Blaine nodded. “Me either.”

Kurt’s brows were furrowed, his expression of bliss from a moment ago replaced with something more serious. “Blaine,” he said, and his voice was strained, emotional. “I’m sorry, I’m just so sorry for everything, I didn’t mean to and - “

“Hey, hey,” Blaine said, crawling back up to him. “Shhh, it’s okay,” he soothed, cupping Kurt’s face. He brushed his thumb against the corner of Kurt’s eye, catching an unshed tear.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” Kurt whispered. “But I did, and I’m sorry.”

“I know,” Blaine told him gently. “I’m sorry too, for a lot of things. But - it’s okay. I forgive you.”

“You, too,” Kurt insisted. He reached up to press his hand against Blaine’s bare chest, palm directly over his heart. “I forgive you, too.”

Warmth spread into his breastbone through Kurt’s skin, and his throat felt tight. Blaine hadn’t realized just how much he still needed to hear that until Kurt spoke the words aloud. His past mistakes weren’t just being overlooked or ignored - Kurt was accepting them, and choosing to love him again anyway. If Kurt could trust him and value him, flaws and fuck-ups and all, maybe he could forgive himself, too.

He knew that they still had things to discuss, that they needed to communicate about their relationship if this was going to work out in the long term. But for the first time since they were teenagers, that felt like a real possibility.

Blaine slid his arms around Kurt’s shoulders, pulling Kurt tight against him. “It’s okay,” he breathed. “I love you, and we’re going to be okay.”

“I love you too,” Kurt answered, the words warm against Blaine’s ear.

Blaine waited for Kurt’s breathing to even out, then pressed a kiss to the crook of his neck. He pulled back to see Kurt’s face again and asked, “is it okay if I blow you now?”

Kurt laughed. “I didn’t kill the mood?”

Blaine leaned in to kiss Kurt before saying, “you are so hot, it’s gonna take more than a few tears to kill the mood.”

Kurt reached up to trace Blaine’s brow bone with a finger, then trail down to grip his jaw, his thumbnail digging in to Blaine’s lower lip. “You can do whatever you like to me.”

“God,” Blaine groaned, arousal beating through his veins, and he shifted down the bed to oblige.

#fic: in orbit #my fic #klaine fic #klaine fanfiction

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libraryofloveletters · 3 years

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Dad & Uncle Luke vs The Troublesome 5

Matt Simmons/Luke Alvez

for @cmpocsource‘s cmcocaw2 // day 2 (june 22): favourite platonic ship

Warnings: none

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Author��s Note: this is my first cm piece in a while so do forgive me if it’s a bit shitty :) also I didn’t proof read so go with it :)

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Friday

Kristy headed up to see her grandparents on Thursday afternoon, promising to be back on Saturday, which meant Matt was at home taking care of the kids. He loved when he got to spend time with them because he felt like he missed so much of their lives due to work.

He was used to 4 kids but now that Rose was born, he had his hands full. The two boys, Jake and David were troublemakers. They were never quiet and if they were, you knew something was up. LIly and Chloe loved to colour and draw - on anything they see, including the walls. Rose was only a few months old and she didn’t cause much trouble unless she decided to cry - she had a strong set of lungs.

It was only a little past 6pm when Matt called in reinforcement.

“Hello ?” his voice rang through the phone as Matt rocked Rose back and forth.

“Hey man, I know it’s our weekend off but I was wondering if you’d be able to come over and help me?”

“Is everything okay?” Luke asks him, voice filled with concern.

“I- technically yes. Kristy went up to see her grandparents for the weekend and I've got all of the kids here with me and I underestimated how much work this was gonna be” Matt sighs, setting Rose down gently in the crib.

Luke laughs, already tossing some clothes into a duffle bag. “I’ll be there soon. Do you need me to bring anything ?”

“No, I'm good. Thank you”

They had each other’s backs in the field, surely Luke would have his back now. How hard could it be for 2 grown men to take care of 5 children ?

Can’t be that hard.

It wasn’t long before Luke showed up at his doorstep, duffle bag over one shoulder and box of pizza in the other hand.

“I wasn’t sure if you had made dinner yet” Luke smiled at his friend when he opened the door.

“You’re a heaven sent” Matt chuckled, stepping aside and letting Luke come in. “I really appreciate you spending your weekend here. I’m sure you have better things to do with your time.”

“No worries man, really didn’t” He laughs, setting the box on the table. “Where’d you leave Roxy ?” Matt goes to get the plates from the cupboard after calling for the kids.

“Penelope was more than happy to watch her. She also said to tell you that she sends her love” he smiles.

David and Jake were the first two into the kitchen. “Uncle Luke!” they shouted together, tackling him in a hug. The 2 boys were on the floor on top of Luke who was laughing and hugging them.

“Hey guys, I brought pizza.” The boys perked up at the mention of pizza, the way to a boy’s heart really was through their stomach. The twins came running in next, clothes covered in marker and crayon.

“Dinner ?” Lily looked at her dad, he lifted her up onto a chair and then repeated the action with Chloe.

The kids were all seated and eating, Matt and Luke sat on opposite ends on the table. David and Jake were telling them about the fire drill they had at school.

“So we got to go in the truck and press the sirens” David says between chews, Jake nods. “Yeah! And- and we tried to roll the hose and it was so heavy dad!”

Rose begins crying just as Matt goes to answer the boys. He lets out a deep sigh and goes to get up but Luke beats him to it. “I’ve got her, finish eating” he tells him, patting his shoulder as he passes by him and heads up the stairs to her nursery.

Rose was still in her swaddle, crying her lungs out. Luke picked her up carefully and set her on the changing table before undoing her swaddle. He watched as she stretched, her little arms raising above her head.

“Hi mama, how was your nap?” he cooed, smiling at Rose as he picked her back up. He returned downstairs with her in his arms, watching as the kids ran out the back door and into the yard.

“Half an hour! Then I want all of you inside and getting ready for bed!” Matt shouted, propping the door open. Matt turned to see Luke behind him, “hi my love” his hand reached out and rubbed her back softly.

She made a little sound before Luke sat on the couch with her. Matt steps outside when Jake calls him to help set up the soccer net they had. Matt then gets roped into playing with them and next thing you know, it’s 9pm and the 5 of them are running inside as the rain comes down.

“Alright, go wash up and change. I’ll be up to tuck you in” he smiles at the kids as they make their way up the stairs.

It was unusually quiet in the living room, an odd occurrence in the Simmons’ house in general. Matt was just about to go check on Luke and Rose when his phone chimes.

From Kristy: Hey babe, how’s everything going ?

To Kristy: Fine for now, called in reinforcements

From Kristy: Who’d want to get roped into helping you watch the kids for the weekend ?

Matt was texting her back as he made his way over to see Luke passed out flat on the couch with Rose who’s also asleep against his chest. He smiles to himself and snaps a photo for Kristy.

To Kristy: *1 Image Attachment* He did

From Kristy: Oh my god adorable

From Kristy: Give the kids my love, I love you.

To Kristy: I love you too

Matt left Luke on the couch with Rose, heading up to tuck the 4 kids into bed.

Saturday

Saturdays were always busy in the Simmons house. Both Jake and David had soccer practice at 10am while Lily and Chloe had to be at dance class at 10:30.

Matt looked at the schedule Kristy had left on the fridge in despair and fear. “Okay, how am I gonna do this?” he mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Anything I can do ?” Luke’s voice startled him for a second. Of course Matt knew he was in the house but he didn’t think he would be up already.

“I don’t know how Kristy does it,” Matt admits, facing his friend. Luke gave him a smile while pouring himself a cup of coffee. “What’s on the schedule for today ?”

“Jake and David have soccer at 10 and the girls have dance class at 10:30.. on the opposite ends of town” he sighs, glancing back at the schedule.

“I have my car, you know. I could take the girls if you want ?” Luke offered, Matt paused- Luke did come over to help him but he felt bad to ask him to do that.

“Are you sure ?” “Yeah man, it’s no problem”

The sound of footsteps filled the house moments later, the 4 kids coming down the stairs and began asking what was for breakfast. Matt and Luke got them settled in for breakfast, explaining to them what the plan for the day is.

Matt headed up to get Rose changed and ready for the day seeing that she can’t do it herself.

“I’m taking the girls to dance class and your dad is taking you two to soccer practice” Luke explains as the two boys help him clear the table. Jake and David were bickering about who could kick the ball from one end of the field into the goal.

“Go grab your gear, we’re leaving in a few.” Matt smiles, stepping back into the kitchen. “See if your sisters are ready too!” he shouted after the running boys.

Within a few minutes, everyone was out the door. Lily and Chloe strapped into their seats, Matt giving them a quick kiss to the cheek each before letting them go off with Luke. Jake, David and Rose were with him, on their way to soccer practice.

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The day went by pretty quickly. From soccer practices to dance class and then home to shower and head back out because Matt had promised to take them to the park. By the time they finally got home from the park, the kids were coming down from a sugar high due to the ice cream and junk food Luke had bribed them with while Matt wasn’t looking.

They had stopped for something to eat mid way through their park trip, meaning that none of them were hungry except for Rose who needed a bath and a bottle before bed.

“Can we watch a movie?” Jake asked his father, and his siblings joined him. The 4 of them looking up at their father, their best puppy dog eyes and pouts in their little faces.

Matt chuckled, smiling at his kids, “what would mom say if you tried that ?” a chorus of “yes” and “yeah” filling the house. Matt paused, he knew Kristy would send them up to get ready for bed but he was the cool parent or so he thought. He felt like he should say yes just because he didn’t spend as much time as he wanted to with them.

“Fine but only one movie. Go pick while I get Rose ready for bed. If you need help with popcorn, ask Luke”

“Uncle Luke!” Lily and Chloe shout, running towards the kitchen as the boys go in the other direction towards the couch.

When Matt returns, the house is quiet. He swears he wasn’t up there that long. “Guys?” he calls, making the way through the house. Luke whispers for him to be quiet as he steps into the living room.

The kids are all passed out on the blanket fort they made on the floor. Matt smiles, letting out a sigh as he sinks into the couch next to Luke. “How long have they been out ?”

“15- maybe 20 minutes” Luke hums, scrolling through his phone. “Who are you so into texting right now ?” Matt asks him.

Luke glances up at Matt over his phone, a slight red tint on his cheeks. “Oh, um- it’s just- it’s Garcia”

Matt hums, “Huh, how are things with Roxy ?”

“Roxy ?” Luke questions, mind obviously blank for a moment.

“Your dog?”

“Oh! She’s fine” he trails off, like he wasn’t sure about his answer.

Matt chuckles, smiling at his love struck friend. It has been a few weeks since Penelope left the BAU and everyone had heard about their date, so it was only itne until they officially became a couple. Matt knew Luke and Penelope were mostly definitely not talking about Roxy based on that blush on his cheek.

“Your wife is superwoman by the way” Luke mumbels, eyes still on his phone.

“Hm ?”

“Taking care of 5 kids while working and being by herself for most of the time ?” Luke drops the phone on his lap. “She’s superwoman.”

Matt smiles, “yeah, she is.”

“Glad you both think so” a voice says behind them. Both men jump,their reflexes kicking in as they stand and turn towards the voice. Kristy is standing behind the couch, her hands up playfully.

“Didn’t mean to scare you two” she smiles, making her way over to give Matt a hug. “Thank you for helping him,” Kristy smiles at Luke, “you’re more than welcome to spend the night if you’d like but we have it covered if you want to go.”

“I think he’s got somewhere to be” Matt pipes up, Luke’s brows furrowed looking back at Matt. “I do ?” he questions.

“I believe there’s a blonde technical analyst waiting for you somewhere.”

“You know ?” Luke smiles, the amusement evident on his face.

“I figured it out first,'' Kristy says proudly. Matt laughs softly, “it’s true, she did”

Luke smiles at the couple, saying goodnight to them before picking up his bag. Matt walks in outside to his car, leaving Kristy inside with the kids.

“Tell the kids I said goodbye, okay ? i’ll come by another say and hangout with them or if you and Kristy need a night, I’m more than happy to take them”

“Think you can handle all 5 of them ?” Matt’s brow raises, his arms folded across his chest.

“I’ll probably get some help from a blonde technical analyst.” Luke laughs.

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 3 years

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This is a bit random, but could you do some headcannons for Armin encouraging his S/O to finish their meals? I absolutely love food dont get me wrong, but sometimes I'll get super anxious about eating lunch or dinner for absolutely no reason. I feel like Armin would be the absolute best advocate for his S/O's health!

I don't usually skip turns in doing requests but this one seemed really important, so of course I'd love to do that💛

And hey don't worry, you don't have to feel like you owe me a explanation or a justification for why. I've been there, i know how hard it can get and how even your favourite food seems too much and there is a sour taste in your mouth.

Mental illness sucks man, but we have to cope with it in any way we can. And Armin would 100% help you with that! He'd love and care for you and your health so much!

Armin encouraging you to eat HC

{ Armin x reader | tw:eating problems tw: anxiety | comfort | modern }

{ "Still Life of Oranges" 1863 by Rafael Romero Barros 1832-1895 }

First thing first, Armin would never ever try to pressure you into finishing a meal or guilt trip you. He understands the struggle, he wouldn't try to lecture nor criticise you.

Yes he's concerned and worried, yes he got sad thinking about how your health will suffer. And yet he knows there is a much bigger reason behind it, that you're an adult with complex emotions and not a child being stubborn. He'd never force you nor blame it on you.

Instead he'll be understanding, paitent and supportive. He will make it clear that he's here for you, that he cares about you and he believes in you.

that he’ll be there in whatever way you need, whenever you’re ready. He'll listen without judgment if you're willing to talk about it.

He'd just gently express his concern over your health instead of trying to offer solutions or lecture you. He will remind you how much he loves you, how much he wants to help if you allow him.

Instead he'd just be there with you, have breakfast in bed, spend lunch time together, maybe go out for dinner. He'll eat with you and wait for you to finish your food while telling you a whole lot of interesting stories.

He knows it's not a simple as it seems, that saying "just eat" won't solve anything and it actually belittles the whole experience.

Armin wouldn't allow anyone to say that to you.

Maybe give you a bite or two of his own food, feeding it to you and giving you a small kiss after.

And if you can't finish your food still, don't worry! He reassures you that you don't have to finish it in one setting, you can just take the plate with you or save it for some time later and gradually finish it.

He'd reheat it for you each time, wanting you to have warm food with something to drink.

Armin would also suggest dividing it into small bite sized servings, just eat this tiny bite. It would be much easier and less overwhelming! Can you take another bite for him? Just one.

Does eating fruits seem too much? It's okay! He'll just put them in a blender and make a smoothie, much easier to finish.

Having built a routine to text you daily beforehand, he'd add reminding you to eat in that text! He'd even send a picture of his own food, doing the peace sign with his hand or maybe a shy half heart and asking you to do the same.

Turns eating outside into an adventure! He'll bring you to new restaurants so both of you could try new dishes together, some from different cultures and others from different countries. He'd even get Sasha's opinions on which dishes to try, you know she knows the best restaurants in the country.

And if you don't finish a dish at a restaurant, even a really expensive one. He wouldn't be bothered at all, he'd just ask the waiter if he can take it as take out so you both could snack on it later.

When the two of you go on walks, he'd pack some sandwiches for you to enjoy while watching the ducks swim in the lake at the park, or maybe while watching the sun go down into the sea at the beach.

Additionally, he always comes back with snacks whenever he goes outside. Bringing you your favourite candy bar and drink, maybe some chips and popcorn to watch a movie together.

Being decent enough at cooking, he'd try to learn how to make your favourite food, experimenting with the seasoning and ingredients. He'd make it for you whenever you're having a rough day and your brain just won't cooperate.

He really knows how it feels, he's been there.

When serving you what he made, he'll tell you that one of the ingredients is his love, with the sweetest smile you've seen.

Tries to keep things new, like making a special day of the week dedicated for something, maybe pizza, maybe tacos, maybe sushi or maybe whatever your heart desires.

Is something stressing you out so now you lost your appetite? Armin will sit with you and let you vent and talk about it till you feel better, he will hold your hand through it and comfort you after. When he's sure you're better he'd suggest grabbing a bite.

If you're dealing with anxiety, he'll share his own experience and can relate to you. He'll be so understanding and non judgemental because he knows just how hard it is.

Makes it a habit more than it already was to remind me how much he loves you, he adores you, all of you.

How much you brighten his day, how much he smiles just at the mention of your name, how many times a day he can't help but think about you.

To him the definition of beauty begins with your name, you're absolutely beautiful to the core and he believes it in his soul.

Armin is a pacifist but he will fight for his beliefs, and that's one of them.

{ Note: I just finished wirting this and I'm going to go get something to eat rn, so if you grab a bite while reading this then we would be eating together, and I'd love to eat with a friend💛 }

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