#please let them start making cute kits going forward...

[somedaytakethetime]

Guess what?

A whole cutie is back in a jersey again 🥰🥰🥰

[hanahaki270]

♡ Sharing a Dorm ♡

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Synopsis ┊Your dorm is going under renovation and you need to find a place to crash in for a while. Luckily a certain someone offers you to stay in theirs for the time being.

Characters ┊Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya.

A/N ┊beginner Writer here, these were harder to think of than I thought ngl. If you have any requests please send them to me, I'm open to do different characters and also different anime's!

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Katsuki Bakugou

❥ By no means whatsoever does he offer his dorm out of the kindness of his heart. He just got pissed off of seeing you sleeping on the couch in the commons area every morning, and accidentally stepping on your blanket or pillows. After stepping on your blanket once more he grabs your shit and puts it in his dorm and acts like he's bothered by this but really he doesn't mind at all.

❥ Makes you sleep on the floor for the first two nights until you convince him to share the bed. He's reluctant at first but then allows it as long as you stay on your side of the bed. Do you really though?

❥ Expect to sleep earlier and get your sleep schedule in check because his dorm, his rules, lights are off at ten pm sharp with no exceptions.

❥ Also expect your grades to go up. While he's your roommate he's going to make you don't slack off on your studies.

❥ When he wakes up in the morning and notices your head resting on his chest he gets somewhat annoyed but secretly likes it. he's willing to get behind on his strict schedule and let you rest on him a little longer. but just a little.

❥ Demands you now be his training partner but is careful to not get carried away. You're strong, but he still doesn't want to run the risk of hurting you. therefore, he always keeps Aid kits in the bathroom just in case you do get any scratches, even if they're minor.

❥ Constantly threatening to kick you out over every little thing but actually has no intention of doing so. He won't admit it but he enjoys your company. "I swear if I see one more sock lying around I'm grabbing your shit and throwing it out."

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Shoto Todoroki

❥ "Why don't you sleep with me." he said boldly unaware of how his sentence had more than one connotation to it. I mean you need help and as your friend he's more than willing to help you out. plus he has the biggest dorm compared to everyone else, if anything he's the most suitable to offer his help he thought.

❥ Asks you what temperature you prefer to sleep in so he can use his quirk to either make the room colder or warmer depending on your preference. and ALWAYS makes sure to make both sides of your pillows cold.

❥ When he's out visiting his mother you make sure the place is clean (though it usually is since he tends to be on the neater side) and prepare some soba for him as a token of your appreciation. After a couple of times he starts to look forward for it and got saddened the one day you forgot.

❥ In return he made sure not turn on the lights when getting ready in the morning as to not wake you up. Part of it was for a selfish reason though, he thought it was cute how you slept soundly on his bed.

❥ Speaking about sleep; During the night he would find himself cozying up next to you, not on purpose though. He just felt comfort in your presence and he realized you felt the same way when you also moved closer to him during the night.

❥ Leaves out coffee for you in the mornings since you tend to stay up late on nights and wake up always running late to your classes.

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Izuku Midoriya

❥ Overheard you talking to Tsuyu and Uraraka about how you need a place to sleep in and walked over to offer his help without a second thought. You already spend most of your time in his dorm room during the day to share notes anyways. The only difference would just be you spending the night.

❥ Offers for you to sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the floor. After you refuse to let him sleep on the floor he shyly agrees to share the bed with you constantly asking you if you're okay with it.

❥ Midoriya stays up late at night writing in his notebook and murmuring thoughts to himself. You persuade him to go to bed and leave his worries for the following day. he deeply apologizes for the burden kind of embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry! was I keeping you up? I'll go to bed in a few minutes don't worry."

❥ Always invites you to go out with him whenever he leaves the dorm, even if it's something as simple as going to the gas station to get some snacks.

❥ he loves to talk your ear off geeking out about the knowledge he knows about the top heroes and their quirks. When he notices he got carried away he gets all types of flustered but even then he doesn't get the sense of being judged.

❥ Since he's constantly getting injured and going to see Recovery girl he always comes back exhausted. regardless, his stubborn ass still tries to go out on missions and push himself to the limits. he get's frustrated when you don't let him do so and force him to rest and leave his chores to you. But he loves you for it.

[writtenbyan-aries]

Summary: anon request - "Requesting for Jake (and Johnnie but it's not what you think) // Jake Johnnie and y/n go live in the car - Jake accidentally lets it slip that he was with someone - no one knew - y/n and Jake don't want anyone knowing that they're together ???  So they're scrambling to try and cover it up? Idk if that makes any sense but in my mind it does lolllll thanks"

Warnings: Fluff mainly, flirting, trying different candies, Jake and Johnnie being Jake and Johnnie, secret relationship between reader and Jake, cute, funny

Word count: little over 2k | not edited at all

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As you're getting around to go do a video with Jake and Johnnie, your phone lights up. You lean over, picking up and smiling when you see Jake's name on the screen, "Hello?"

"Are you almost ready? Johnnie's getting a little impatient." Jake laughs and you can hear Johnnie in the background yelling but Jake raises his voice to cover it, "Well be there to get you in like ten minutes."

"Okay." You laugh, "I'm about ready."

"Okay. See you soon." Jake says and you agreed, "Yeah, bye." You smile as you hang up, getting ready to set your phone down, but you get a text that makes you stop.

It's from Jake, Remember, gotta keep your hands to yourself.

You smirk, setting down your brush to hold your phone with both hands, Aw, man. That's no fun. But since we're a secret, I guess I can manage.

You set your phone down, doing your finishing touches to your makeup, before you get another text from Jake, you're my favorite secret.

.·:*�� ✘ ¨*:·.

"Hey." You say as you get in the car, "Look at you sitting in the back already." You turn to look Johnnie in the backseat and he stares blankly at you, "I don't like it."

Jake sighs making his voice all weird, "Well suck it up buttercup." He laughs as he starts to drive away. You bite your lip, keeping your head forward as you try to keep your smile at bay.

When you're with Jake, you're always giddy, happy to see him. You're always wanting to hold his hand, lay your hand his arm, kiss him.

Anything to be touching him.

But you can't do that right now. You and Jake agreed to try and keep things on the low, just have some private time for as long as you can before word got out and everyone went crazy.

"We got some American candy and some candy from over yonder to compare them to." Jake pulls into the parking lot, leaning forward to check if he's up far enough.

"Over yonder as in.. where, Jake?" Johnnie asks and Jake puts the car in park before turning around to look at him, "Can you not just go with the flow for once? Do you have to know everything?"

Johnnie nods, "Yeah, I'm an anxious person."

"Here." Jake hands him a regular Kit Kat, "Eat this."

"Ooh. Candy!" Johnnie's voice goes high, almost like he's about to pull out the Timmy card and Jake sighs, "Please, Johnnie. Keep Timmy in your pants."

You cover your mouth, fighting back laughter as Jake turns around, looking over at you, "What's so funny?"

You look at him, smirking slightly as you shrug, "You're just a funny guy, Webber." He laughs, "Ah, ha. Ha. I know." He winks at you before starting the stream, "Hello. It's me."

"And me." Johnnie buts in and you lean over, "I'm here, too."

Jake smiles, "You guys get the three stooges today.  Moe. Larry. And Curly." His eyes scan over the chat, "Today, I'm going to be making y/n and Johnnie try some candy snacks from over yonder, ya know?"

You watch as he reaches back, pulling a bag from the floor behind your seat.

"Oh!" He yells kinda loud, which makes you jump, "You can get one of these bad girls." He pinches his hoodie and pulls it out, "On the merch site."

He looks back at Johnnie and scoffs, "Stop tongue fucking your Kit Kat and show them your shirt, Jesus Christ Johnnie."

Johnnie tries not to laugh, "B-but. I thought that's what we were doing?"

You roll your eyes, laughing as he leans forward, "If you want to support us in being americas favorite ladies, click the link below."

"Yes, all proceeds will go to Johnnie smelling better than a hairsprayed chicken nugget." Jake claps his hands together, cutting Johnnie off before he can say anything, "Anyway. Let's get started."

He pulls something from the bag and looks at it, "So this is a melon flavored kit from what I'm guessing is Japan? Maybe?" He hands it to you and you look at it, "Cantaloupe I think."

You shrug, opening it up, "I mean.. it smells.. okay?" You hold the open candy up to Jake's nose and he takes a big, over-exaggerated sniff, "Mm." He groans, "Melony."

"You're so fucking weird." Johnnie shakes his head and you extend your arm back, "You wanna smell it, too?"

He leans in, "I don't smell anything."

"Hmm." You pull your arm back up, breaking off one of the bars, "Here." You hand one to Jake and he takes it, "Why thank you." He takes it and bites into it and Johnnie yells, "Thanks for waiting for us you jackass."

You laugh, looking between them and Jake puts the piece he bit off back on top of the bar, "Fine, I'll just magically reattach it."

You lean forward, "Yeah." You nod as you read the chats, "They fight like a married couple."

"We do not." Both Jake and Johnnie say at the same time and you tilt your head, "Really."

"I'm not married to Johnnie because my-" Jake stops and your eyes go slightly wide, "Because your what Jake?"

Johnnie leans up, "Yeah, Jake. Is there something I should know about?"

Jake laughs and shakes his head, biting into the candy, "Fuck you guys."

"Another woman, or man, I should know about?" Johnnie is clearly joking, but he wouldn't be if he knew about the two of you.

"Alright, no. I'm not.." Jake laughs, "I give this one a three point five."

"Way to change the subject." Johnnie says and Jake looks at him, "Can you-"

Johnnie cuts him off, "Not me. The people in the screen are saying it."

You lean forward, eyes scanning down over the chat,

User1- PLEASE they're so funny

User2 - Nahhh that sounded like Jake was about to spill a secret

User3- TELL US

User4 - JAKE WEBBER WHAT ARE YOU HIDING

User5 - he has a secret girlfriend. I'm calling it right now.

User6 - Jake would have told us, so no one jump to conclusions please

User 7 - Y'all don't know that wtffff Jake Jake Jake Jake Jake Jake please

User8 - I just joined, what happened?

"Well, I'll catch you up, Jake and Johnnie are arguing over the fact that they say they aren't a married couple." You laugh as you look at Jake, then to Johnnie, "And you guys so are."

Jake rolls his eyes, "Annyywaaay."

"Anyway." You and Johnnie say at the same time, both mocking Jake. You give Jake a smile, letting him know you're low key flirting with him.

"What the fuck." Johnnie shakes his head, "There's no way that just happened. Fucking mocking me you.. mocker."

Jake rolls his eyes at Johnnie and smirks at you, "Anyway."

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A little while later, towards the end of the stream, you're trying these chocolate candies, "Ah." You catch chocolate in your hand, "Why is it melting like this?”

"I don't know, I can't read Japanese." Jake laughs, "Hang on." He reaches over, grabbing a napkin and wiping it off your pant leg, "Goddamn. We can dress you up but we can't take you out."

"Wait, I thought you only said that to me." Johnnie pouts, "You backstabbing bitch."

Jake laugh, hanging his down as he shakes it, "Johnnie, I can't take you anywhere in general."

"Fair. Fair." Johnnie nods and you try to eat the candy but it gets on your lip and down your chin, "Ope." You close your lip, pointing with your pinky so Jake can get you another napkin.

"Jesus Christ, y/n. You're messier than I am." Johnnie laughs and you roll your eyes. Jake wipes your chin and lip with his thumb and pops it into his mouth, without thinking of course.

"Did you just.. Jake. You're holding a fucking napkin." Johnnie points and Jake just stares at you, panicking on what to do.

You lick your lips, wiping your chin off with the napkin, "now that I can speak, Johnnie. At least I don't leave black hair color stains on Jake's white seats."

Johnnie purses his lips and points to you, "That.. is from my root cover up bullshit. It's not easy being a blonde who dyes their hair, ya know."

Jake leans back over into his seat and laugh, "That's why you're stupid, stupid fuck."

You and Jake gently, well you gently bully Johnnie. Jake just bullies him to try and cover up what he did to you, but the chat won't let it go.

User9 - DID HE JUST- he didn't

User10- PLEASE HE HAD A NAPKIN

User11 - if I was y/n right now I'd be dead

User12 - that was so hot WTF

User13 - PLEASS GELL MW THEURE DAYING

User14 - JAKE blink if you like y/n

User15 - Johnnie absolutely kills me he's so funny without even trying LMAO

User16 - Johnnie knows. Johnnie tell us. Please Johnnie. Please SPILL IT

"Wait." Johnnie leans forward, "What did I spill?" He looks around and Jake laughs, "You idiot, they're telling you to spill something, you know like a secret. Fuck, why are we friends?"

"Because.." Johnnie changes his voice, "You love me. I'm all you have."

"Not true." Jake mumbles as he glances over at you because raising his voice loud enough for Johnnie to hear, "Yeah, yeah. I guess. Whatever you say."

"I'll take it." Johnnie nods and leans back, "so is that all or is there any other things we need to try?"

"Yeah, you need to try shutting the fuck up for once." Jake tries not to laugh, but fails, snorting as he rests his head on the steering wheel, "Fucking hell, Johnnie."

"As I said. Married couple." You laugh as you break apart another Kit Kat and hand a piece to Jake.

Johnnie slowly leans forward, his voice is quiet, "You'll have to kill me if you want me to stop, because I'm never going to stop."

Jake waits a few seconds and quickly reaches his hands up, trying to get Johnnie's neck.

User17 - we're about to witness the murder of Johnnie Guilbert

User18 - rip Johnnie

User19 - idk how y/n puts up with them

You sigh, shrugging as you tilt your head, "I don't know either, honestly." You laugh, reaching up to break up the small cat fight between the boys, "Hey, no blood on the white interior."

"Yes mom." Jake faces forward, hands in his lap and Johnnie salutes you, "Yes ma'am."

You chew on the inside of your cheek, "Do we have anything else to try?" Jake shakes his head, "No, I don't think we do." He looks over at you, "I am hungry though."

You and Johnnie both agree and Johnnie sighs, "Stop. Fucking. Copying me."

"Stop fucking copying me." You mock him with a laugh and Johnnie hangs his head down, "You're lucky you're not Jake saying that because if it was Jake I-"

"What." Jake spins around, "What will you do, you big bad. Emo goth guy?" He tries not to laugh again and Johnnie just reaches up slowly, tapping him on the cheek, "That. Thats what I'd do."

"You hit like a bitch bro, remind me to never have you on my side in a fight." Jake turns around laughing and Johnnie just sighs, "I can't stand you."

"You love me." Jake smiles at him and Johnnie tries not to laugh, "Fuck off."

"You know.. I'd- nevermind." Jake laughs, shaking his head, "Nevermind. Okay. So that's it for today. See you in the next one, bye."

Johnnie waves, along with you and Jake ends the stream.

It's quiet for a few minutes as everyone gets situated for the drive to get food and Johnnie breaks the silence, "so are you guys like fucking? Or what?"

You and Jake glance at each other, neither one of you willing to answer and Johnnie huffs, “Mm. Just as I suspected.”

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This was literally written on a whim. I had this sitting in my drafts for a little while and I finally just sat down and kept writing until I felt like it was good enough to stop.

I hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think.

Love you all! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[mickmundy]

hiii, i really love your interpretation of spy and i love hearing you talk about him. he's sooo mischaracterized most of the time that it really hinders my enjoyment of fan material. I would live to hear you talk more about him (or spoovy hehe)

EEE SHRIEKS THANK YOU SO MUCH MY FRIEDN ;u; that means the world to me!! i'm always happy to hear that people like my thoughts on the mercs!! ;;; and i completely get that, i do the same with characters i love for that very reason! :/ buuut that's why i gotta make what i wanna see, heheehe!! >:)c i'm so happy you enjoy my characterization, i'm so honored!! ;;; <3333 i am also SO sorry that i've kept you waiting for so long, but i am so happy to finally be able to take time and answer!! :-)

i've covered a lot of bases with spy in terms of what i've posted about him kind of superficially, so perhaps i'll delve into things a little more specifically! i hope this is okay! ;o; <3333 some big headcanon chunks and some spoovy >:3 HEHEHE!

i often think about how spy operates in terms of how he expresses generosity... while he's obviously very guilty of bombarding his loved ones with gifts, food, whatever their heart could possibly desire (even if heavy insists that spy doesn't need to do any of that for him!), i think that's reserved solely for his romantic partner(s)... like heavy and scout's mom! >:3c hehe... as for anyone else, i think he prefers to control how his kindness is perceived (and if it's perceived at all!)...

i've mentioned before but little things liiiike:

taking pyro's sweets out of the oven before they burn

replacing engineer's wrench that he swore he'd lost forever (spy found it and put it in the right place on engie's tool wall)...

making sure scout always has a cold can of bonk in the fridge

and so on!

and he never wants any of them to know that those random acts of kindness come from him! he also sometimes takes it upon himself to "gently interfere" (despite his insistence that he hates doing that or refuses to do that!) in some of the affairs of his friends... a personal favorite of mine goes like this:

spy knows sniper has a hard time expressing his emotions or being vulnerable and gets kinda stubborn about it

spy "lets it slip" to medic in passing that sniper sleeps with a stuffed animal

sniper gets embarrassed and is like "SPY!!!! >:/"

medic gives sniper puppy dog eyes and is like "oh, hoo! can i please see him! ;o;" and sniper's like ";-;... really... well.. alright..." and shows him and they have a lovely night together in his van of sniper telling medic about his childhood or some kind of anecdote and getting Vulnerable and medic pulls a little suture kit out of his pocket and is like "he certainly looks well-loved... perhaps i could sew some of these (misc rips and tears and Worn Down Spots) up for him? hmm?" and sniper's like ";_; you'd do that.?.." (sniper can sew but he just never got around to repairing his lil friend) and medic is like "certainly! uUu you needn't worry, he'll be in good hands." and winks and sniper takes medic's hands in his own and kisses them and murmurs "the best.. <3" against them and then watches medic "operate"... hehehe... to which he of course does a perfect job and its very cute/intimate/romantic for both of them!

next day sniper and spy are taking a smoke break together and spy's like "... well, how did it go?" and sniper's like "how did what go- OAO WAIT..." and spy smirks and blows smoke away from their faces and hums and is like "i see. a success, then? i hope you had a good night." and sniper's like ">//M//<... yeah... we did... thanks, spy..."

like spy will sometimes just take it upon himself to push some relationships forward or do little things that he knows will improve the lives of those around him but asks for no credit in doing so... and this is where i think heavy would start to really notice him in a romantic kind of way.. he admires that spy can be flamboyantly generous but that his real bread and butter is being Anonymously (or, in a Roundabout Way) Kind... i think that kind of thing would go a long way with heavy and he'd respect it... actions speaking louder than being able to Brag that you did them and so on..

heavy confronts spy about it one time.. they're in the kitchen together and heavy sees a cloaked spy loading a few bonk cans (they're floating into the fridge from the pack scout left on the counter) and heavy grins and is like "excuse me, impressively floating cans. i would like to make a sandwich." and takes out everything he needs and moves aside so that spy can continue and has his back to spy and he can hear spy finish and close the fridge and go to dart out of the room but heavy's like "scout will be happy for cold drink. he is lucky you are watching out for him." and of course everyone (including heavy and spy) know spy is no dad of the year and that historically spy doesn't have a great track record of watching out for scout but he's trying now... and that's what heavy's acknowledging.. and spy doesn't say anything and slips out and spends the next like 2 weeks thinking about heavy and what he said, wondering if heavy will say anything to anyone or expose him.. but he doesn't. he figures spy has his reasons and respects them.

then heavy decides to go and make another sandwich a few weeks after and sits down at one of the mess hall tables first and puts his book down, starts making tea first, preparing the kettle.. and he goes to make his sandwich and he sees the ingredients floating out of the fridge and slowly making themselves into a sandwich, just the way he likes it... perfect ratio of sauces and toppings, olive meticulously skewered with a toothpick on each piece... cut neatly into four little triangles, instead of his usual two. just enough of a difference for it to be Clearly From Spy (as if it was any mystery). spy then places a glass of wine that compliments the flavors of the sandwich (spy's personal recommendation of course) beside it on the table..

heavy smiles warmly and the kettle is whistling and heavy doesn't even notice as he takes a bite of one of the sandwich pieces and he swears it tastes better since spy made it.. takes a sip of the wine and it's perfect... an absolute delight.. and he's not even typically a wine drinker but oh my gosh. and the kettle is still whistling and heavy finally notices and is like oh! and looks over and sees, through the steam, a red suited sleeve (the rest of his body is still cloaked) take it off of the stove and heavy smiles lovingly and is like "thank you, spy." and keeps eating and taking his time, savoring it... and spy's still cloaked but he feels spy brush the tips of his fingers over his broad back and hears a gentle "de rien." before the door opens and closes.. and now it makes heavy think of spy... that gentle touch with those poised and graceful fingers... how he typically hated being touched on the back, but how he loved how spy had done it just then... HEHEHE...

[loveforpreserumsteve]

A Whole New Ballfield: "ALN" Story (Pre-serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU) [REUPLOAD]

Six:

After a long day of back-to-school shopping with the girls, Steve couldn't help but be relieved that it was done. Sure, he knew that he should've appreciated that the girls still wanted him around when they could've easily gone with their friends. However, he couldn't help but be glad that he could finally return home and relax. At least, for a little while.

"Ooh, can we get some coffee?" Cori asked, as the popular cute café came into view.

"Yeah, can we?" Bitsy asked.

Nevie clasped her hands together and pushed her lower lip out into a pout as she pleaded, "Please, pops?"

And while Steve had no intention of denying them, he feigned exasperation. Letting the girls sweat it for just a moment. Especially since his mind was made up almost as soon as the suggestion was offered up.

As a litany of pleads filled the cab of the van, Steve blew out his breath and signaled for the drive. Of course, that only gained more noise from the teens as they rejoiced. Steve simply shook his head.

Pulling into a spot near the door, Steve cut the engine and climbed out. Only once his hand was on the door did he remember that Sheila's was more than just some hopping coffee shop, it was the employer of Kit's crush. And Steve decided to see if he could get a feel for the girl that the young adult was so infatuated with.

"I'm definitely in the mood for a frozen Avalanche latte," Nevie decided as they took their place next in the queue.

"See," Bitsy started, "I'm thinking more of an iced Bear Cub."

"Lame," Cori commented. "Both such basic choices."

"Haven't you ever heard of, 'if it's not broken, don't fix it?'" Nevie good-humoredly scoffed.

Bitsy, on the other hand, argued, "As if you're not equally as predictable."

"I never said anything about predictability," Cori flipped her freshly highlighted blonde hair over her golden-tan shoulder. "But since you brought it up..."

Steve shook his head, but decided to occupy himself with glancing from the menu high on the wall and glancing at the baristas. Wondering which one was The One. Admittedly, Kit was the one who didn't have a type at all. They had dated people of all shapes, sizes, and identities. It was something that Steve loved about them, but it was making spying on their crush more difficult.

"Okay, then what are you getting, Cordelia the Great?" Bitsy asked her sister.

"I'm going all out," Cori shrugged, taking a step forward when the line moved. "The German Mocha is the only way to go."

Bitsy tossed her head back as she exaggerated a laugh, "And you called us basic?!"

As some of the other café goers looked over at them, Bitsy flashed an apologetic smile their way while her naturally pale-white skin reddened. Even Nevie's cheeks reddened from the attention, though she wasn't the one to cause the other's gazes to redirect to them. Meanwhile, Cori couldn't have cared less and acted as though they didn't exist at all.

Steve simply shook his head and mentally face-palmed. Knowing that this was one of the reasons why no one brought anyone home to meet them until they were serious about them. Sure, that meant that the family only met a few of the partners, but it was understandable. And it made Steve wish that Kit's crush Carmen wasn't working today.

"Next?" The cashier unnecessarily called out.

The Barneses moved up to the counter and Steve's gaze landed on a petite brunette with a welcoming smile that lit up the room. Steve didn't need to read the name tag to know that she was the object of Kit's affection. It was that obvious, and Steve got it immediately. From the energy that she gave off, Steve knew that she was a great match for the twenty-one year old.

"Welcome to Sheila's," Carmen greeted with a naturally raspy voice. "What can I get for you today?"

"Oh, um," Steve turned his gaze from the young beta woman towards the menu. Usually, he didn't mind an iced Americano. But for some odd reasoning plaguing his mind made him paranoid that he didn't want to seem so plain. After all, this could be the person that Kit spent the rest of their life with, and he didn't want to ruin a first impress–

"Pops," Cori regained his attention.

The three teens looked at him expectantly and he asked, "Did you guys order?" They nodded and he decided, "Okay... I'll take a, um... A, um... You know, my kid came here and said that there was a tea latte that tasted like a snickerdoodle. I'll take that."

It was as though something clicked for her then. And Steve worried that he had said too much. Instead of calling him out though, she rang them up.

Moving towards the other end of the counter so they could wait for their drinks, Steve was a little mortified when Carmen mirrored them on the other side. Since the Barneses were the last ones in line, the only thing the beta had to do was help with their order.

"So, you're, uh," Carmen started as she got the milk ready to steam. Steve fidgeted with his keys, waiting for whatever followed that. "You're Kit's dad?"

"Their pops," Steve kindly corrected. Not knowing if the twenty-one year old had mentioned anything about their alpha father specifically or if they just made general comments about either of their fathers.

Nodding, Carmen informed, "They mentioned something about their mimi's Spouse Stealing Snickerdoodles, and how you're quite the baker."

"Is that so?" Steve asked, intrigued.

Carmen nodded again, and that was when the triplets caught on. A shit-eating grin crossed Cori's face, Bitsy quirked a brow, and Nevie quietly her sisters, "You don't think...?"

"Oh, definitely," Cori whispered, confirming while Bitsy added, "Who else would it be?"

"So, you're... friends... with Kit?" Steve asked, ignoring his daughters.

"You could say that," Carmen smiled. Sprinkling cinnamon on top of Steve's tea latte, she joked, "Of course, I have been trying to get them to bring me some of those cookies. Especially with how much they've talked about them."

Taking a huge leap, Steve decided, "Well, we're actually having a cookout this Saturday. If you'd like to join us. I'll even make some of those cookies."

Carmen lit up further, "That would be great!"

Nodding, Steve agreed, "It will be, yeah."

Only once they left Sheila's did Steve realized what he had just done. Sitting there in the red minivan, Steve gasped and asked his daughters, "What did I just do?"

"You just pulled a yenta," Bitsy giggled.

Cori shook her head and tutted, "The poor girl has no idea what she's just gotten herself into."

Of course, that could have been said about anyone that joined their family. No matter how brief their relationship with the Barneses happened to be. It took a unique person to fit in with them. But when Steve looked into the coffee shop, he could feel, deep in his bones, that Carmen would have no trouble fitting in at all.

Now he just had to hope that Kit didn't murder him for going behind his back...

[wearywinchester]

Tender

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When hiding an injury from Dean doesn’t go to plan, he’s there to give you the comfort you need.

Requested by @latenight-daythoughts: “Hey! I have a request for a Dean one shot please, could you do one where she gets hurt on a hunt and tired to play it off until they get back to the bunker and when dean patches her up it hurts more then she thought, so she starts crying and Dean comforts her and is all cute and sweet? I love your writing btw!!”

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: angst, injury, blood, fluff, comfort, kissing

Hurt. You got hurt on that hunt and you weren’t quite sure how you talked yourself out of it with Dean. Maybe you actually did, but a part of you told you that was more than likely impossible. Not with the look he gave you or the glance he spared down at your leg. But he seemingly took your word for it at that very moment.

Your eyes squeezed shut for a moment as you took a breath, trying your hardest to make it to the Impala sitting just a few feet away. Every ounce of pressure on your leg made it ache all the more as you walked, walked like you insisted you could do to a persistent Dean the moment he saw the look on your face. But you told him you were fine, staving his worries with a smile and a witty counter that had a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

It was fine, so long as you kept your weight off of it as much as possible until you could clean yourself up, it’d be fine. At least that’s what you’d told yourself.

You were relieved once you’d slipped in the front seat after Dean suggested you sit up there with him, Sam in the back, a quiet sigh leaving your lips as you slumped back against the leather seat. The fabric of your jeans over the wound on your thigh had been frayed on the brink of being ripped, but not enough to draw your eye should you be anyone but yourself or Dean Winchester. Stains of crimson hadn’t been visible on the dark denim material, but you were sure it’d be obvious the moment they came off.

As you sat, you felt that ache on your leg begin to lighten some, that pain shooting down it dissipating now that you hadn’t been standing on it.

It shouldn’t be that bad, not really, you’d snagged it along the edge of something sharp when that demon had thrown you with so much as a flick of her hand. You were sore overall, something a hot bath might help with when you make it back to the bunker. But you’d yet to see your leg, to see just what damage lay beneath your jeans.

“You sure you’re okay, sweetheart?” Dean asked, pulling your attention from your thoughts.

You looked to your left, Dean’s gaze shifting from the road to look at you for a moment or two before looking ahead.

“‘M fine, De,” you murmur, that aching burn on your thigh threatening to spill over your emotions and give you away in an instant.

He looks at you again in a lingering glance, his lips pursed in disbelief, brows furrowing at the way you looked down at your leg with a frown, or the way you brushed your thumb over that very spot you said was nothing. He saw how your lips twitched downward in a deeper frown for only a mere second, quickly brushing it off with a sigh and a bite to the inside of your cheek before he looked forward once more.

You knew, by the light tension in his jaw and the crease between his brows, you knew he could see there was more to it than that.

After a moment or two you scooted a little closer to him, your hand grabbing his own. He felt the way you brushed your thumb along his knuckles in an absentminded habit, your gaze fixed out the window in an attempt to set your attention on anything other than the burning feeling that simmered on your skin.

It was okay. You were fine.

Your hand hadn’t left Dean’s nearly the entirety of the trip, something he noticed and something he didn’t mind, something that had him smiling softly at the mere thought of it. But something that was just as quick to steal that smile was the very look on your face each and every time he glanced over at you, a slight frown on your lips that you weren’t even aware you had, and that crease between your brows very much there.

You sighed when he parked in the bunker’s garage that night, getting out before he could come and help you do it. The look on his face was evident that he wasn’t happy with that, those dimples appearing by the corners of his mouth as he looked at you over the roof of the car.

“I’m fine, Dean,” you say, meeting him and Sam at the trunk where you’d grabbed your bags.

“You say that every time, sweetheart,” he counters.

“Maybe this time you’ll take my word for it,” you say, brows raised as you put your bag over your shoulder.

He chuckles then, head shaking as he closes the trunk. You tried your best to be convincing, and so far he hadn’t pried, but that very same feeling was back now that you were up and walking around, pressure back on your leg seemingly worse than before.

You found yourself grateful that Dean had chosen to walk ahead, Sam beside you, making it just a little easier to hide the change in the way you walked. Just enough to get you to your shared room without being terribly obvious. But it hurt, it hurt more and it was becoming increasingly more apparent to you.

You were home, and that’s what made things a bit better for you. You weren’t in some motel anymore, weren’t in the Impala anymore, you were home in the comfort of your familiar place with your room, your bed, and Dean. Despite the nagging pain wearing away at you with every movement of your leg, you tried not to think about it that much, and tried not to think about how it’d feel upon taking your jeans off. How it’d look given that you haven’t even seen it yet.

Dean dimmed the lights in the hall and bid Sam a goodnight like he always did, twisting the knob to your shared room and pushing the door open. Everything was as you’d left it just three days prior, the bed still made and ready to climb in and Dean’s slippers still tucked halfway under the bed, his pajama pants still slung over the back to the small desk chair.

“There’s no place like home,” Dean chuckles, sighing as he drops his duffel bag on the floor at the foot of the bed right next to yours.

You watched as he untied his boots and stepped out of them, unease settling over you as you took your own boots off, fighting the urge to scrunch up your face at the way your jeans pressed into your leg as you bent down.

You couldn’t hide this from him forever, you don’t think that’s possible when you really think about it. But you still weren’t willing to give it up, you could see the look on his face already if he knew. So, you bit the inside of your cheek and shrugged off your jacket, eyeing him with a soft sigh.

“I’m gonna go shower before bed,” you say, smiling when he turns to face you.

He simply hums, dipping down to kiss you.

“Don’t be too long,” he murmurs against your lips, pulling back with a grin.

“Is it ‘cause you’ll miss me too much, Winchester?” You ask, brow raising in amusement.

You watch as the corner of his mouth quirks upwards, a laugh leaving his lips as he nods to himself, tugging back the blankets on the bed. It very much was the reason and he knew it, no matter how much Sam picks on him for it all in good fun, he just can’t help it.

“That’s exactly why,” he says, tossing a clean flannel of his your way along with a pair of boxers because he knows just how much you love to wear them to bed. Doesn’t even need you to tell him that very fact because he sees you snag a pair from his drawer every night without a care that he’ll see you stealing them either.

You stand there for a moment more as you look at him, your smile soft and fond as you hold the clothes in your hands. After that moment, you find it in yourself to turn on your heel and step into the hall, heading towards the bathroom. Your heart was bursting with the very thought of him sharing his clothes with you, of the very idea that he’d been so thoughtful, but the wound on your leg was making it awfully difficult to think about anything other than that.

You switched the light on and closed the door behind you, setting the clothes down on the counter. You turned the faucet on and stuck your hands under the tap, the water cold as it splashed across your face. It was a little more refreshing than you felt before it, soothing the fatigue that’d been settling over you only temporarily.

Dread simmered in the pit of your stomach at the thought of having to take off your jeans, but it wasn’t doing you any good to keep them on.

You exhaled a sigh, eyes squeezing shut as you hooked your fingers in your belt loops. It was fine until you got about halfway, and you found yourself fighting the urge to let out the cry that’s been sitting in the back of your throat, the feel of the rough material scraping over your thigh making it all the more difficult to stifle it.

It was then that you saw it, the blood smudged over your leg and the scrape that ran across your skin, angry and red as it tapered just above your knee. You ran your hands down your face at the sight of it, having been less than ideal but you knew it couldn’t have been good.

You kicked the dirtied jeans to the side in frustration, sighing as you opened the cabinet below the sink. You snagged the first aid kit and the bottle of peroxide just next to it, grabbing a clean wash rag.

This could have been avoided, maybe, but at that moment you were struggling to figure out just how it could have been. Demons were unpredictable, able to sense a trick with ease, able to tell when someone’s lurking with the intent to leave one less demon in the world. They give ample opportunities to be outsmarted, though, but this didn’t seem to be one of those times. There was no match for a human against the powers they hold save for the weapons that served you no use that day. You were thrown clear across the room without a beat of hesitation, something done with ease.

So maybe, just maybe it wasn’t avoidable this time.

You knew Dean saw it, he had to. It was more than obvious that there’d be repercussions to being thrown a good seven feet into a less than unforgiving cabinet. He knew you better than to believe that you were as fine as you say you were. He knows you like the back of his hand, can see your stubbornness from a mile away because he’s the very same.

You wet the wash rag at the sink, taking a seat on the bench by the showers. You began to blot away the blood, nose scrunching and eyes squinting as the burn of the jagged scrape worsened from it.

It was then that there was a knock on the door, a more than familiar voice on the other side.

“Sweetheart? ‘M coming in, I forgot to—”

Your eyes widen as the door opens, gaze meeting green eyes before his stare shifts downwards to the rag in your hand, splotches of a pale crimson staining it. They bounce to the source, to the irritated and red scrape dragging along the outside of your thigh, nearly classifying as a cut but not quite.

“Y/n.”

“Dean, it’s not—”

“What, ‘it’s not a big deal’?” He says, anger seeping into his tone. Not at you, never. It was when he thought back to that hunt that has him angry.

“Dean,” you sigh.

He’s quick to cross the tiled floor, kneeling in front of you. He nudges your knee with his hand gently, the tips of his fingers brushing along your skin. You saw the crease between his brows deepen, lips parted as his eyes bounced over the entirety of the wound on your leg. You can see the way his jaw tenses, tight and unwavering and if it were possible, steam would be coming out of his ears at that moment.

“Damn it, Y/n,” he says quietly, a frustrated huff leaving his lips. “You didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to freak out,” you reason, brows furrowing as you tilt your head to the side slightly.

His gaze narrows up at you in disapproval, your reasoning something that was near laughable to him, you even knew it was ridiculous too the moment the words fell from your lips.

“You can bet I’ll freak out,” he says, his chuckle humorless as he runs his hand down his face. “This is exactly why I didn’t want us to split up.”

“Well, we did.”

He bit the inside of his cheek as he looked at you, breathing out a huff through his nose. He was upset more than anything, with himself you could tell, could see the frown on his lips as he grabbed the wash cloth from your hand and picked up where you left off.

He was gentle as he wiped away the dirt and blood smeared around it, more so than you despite the white-knuckled grip he’s got on the tattered cloth. You tried to keep your attention on anything else, anything other than the way your leg had been so sensitive even the most mild of touches as hurt. You tried to keep your gaze on him, distract yourself with the abundance of freckles speckled across the bridge of his nose and over his cheeks.

They were easy to distract yourself with on any given occasion, on times where you didn’t need to be distracted, when you shouldn’t be. But for the life of you, you couldn’t bring yourself to get lost in counting them this time, not with the numbing pain serving as a painful way of keeping you fixated on just that.

“You should have told me,” he says quietly, residual anger still wrapped around his tone with the softness of his words. But he was more concerned than angry.

You puffed out a humorless laugh through your nose, your grip on the bench you sat on tightening some. “I’m not exactly jumping at the idea of running to my boyfriend every time I get hurt on a hunt.”

Your tone is frustrated, embarrassment simmering in the pit of your stomach over the current situation you were in, not to mention the way it happened. You’d never get taken seriously if you ran and cried to Dean each and every time you got hurt. You barely felt like an adequate hunter as it is, you didn’t want to add to it. You would have been fine if he hadn’t seen it.

“Y/n, this isn’t some puny little paper cut, okay? This is way different than just slapping a bandaid on it and kissin’ it better.”

“I said I’m fine, Dean,” you say, jaw tensing as you look away.

You hated the way your voice was beginning to falter, swallowing thickly in hopes to push down the persistent lump in your throat. Now was not the time to cry, not in front of him. That would only make matters worse and you don’t think you could handle that.

“It doesn’t make you weak to ask for help, not even a little bit. You don’t have to play the tough guy act all the time.”

You stay quiet as you continue to look away from him, the pressure building behind your eyes. When you glance down you see he’s got that dreaded bottle in his hand, popping the cap open with his thumb. He’s hesitant as he tips the bottle, the clear peroxide having poured steadily over every inch of the wound on your leg, bubbling and stinging the moment it touches the damaged skin.

You felt your lip begin to quiver, near uncontrollable as it throbbed and burned, the pain worse than you thought as you bit down on your lip. It was almost unbearable, a numbing kind of pain that brought heat to your cheeks and quickened your heart. That pressure behind your eyes increased then until you just couldn’t handle it, lip free from your teeth as you hid your cry in your shoulder.

But it turns out, you’re not that good at hiding, not from Dean Winchester. Not that it was very hard to notice either.

He stopped immediately, gaze flickering to you, cheeks wet with hot tears and lip quivering in a way that tugged at his heart. His hand settled on your cheek, a gentle nudge to get you to look at him.

“Sweetheart,” he starts, the fond nickname something that makes you cry all the more in that moment.

You wrap your arms around him and he settles back a bit as he holds you closer, brows furrowed and jaw tense because seeing you so upset is one thing he can’t handle. Seeing you cry is something that tears him to shreds every time.

His grip on you is tight, his stubble pressing into the side of your neck. He’s cautious of bumping your leg, his throat clearing to try and stave off that pressure constricting around his throat from that very same lump forming as it did you. You could feel the kiss he pressed to your cheek, one to your temple, lingering and sweet. Dean Winchester could be the gruffest man anyone’s ever seen, but he’s got the softest heart, and if there’s one thing he can do without fail it’s comfort.

He finds himself pulling back when you loosen your grip, lip still wobbly as ever as you look at him with glossy eyes. You wipe your cheeks with the back of your hand, cheeks that burn with embarrassment for crying even though he didn’t mind it in the slightest. He didn’t mind the tears on his shirt, didn’t mind the snot to go with it. That’s the least of his concerns, they all pale in comparison to you.

“It hurts,” you whisper, your gaze shifting to his at the feel of his hand on your cheek, calloused and warm.

“I know it does, baby. Hell, I couldn’t even imagine what that feels like,” he says, smiling softly. “But ‘m almost finished and the ugly part is over, I can promise you that. You just gotta let me take care of you, okay?”

You nod, the patience in his words having set you at ease as you sniff, wiping your tears once more when his hand falls from your face in favor of sorting through bandages. He comes up with a few cotton pads, laying them over the length of the freshly cleaned wound as you sit there, still sniffling from having cried.

He’s more than careful as he takes the roll of gauze and wraps it around your thigh, securing the bandages completely with care to not make it too tight before he tucks in the loose end.

“You’re good as new, sweetheart,” he says, looking up at you.

You flash him a look, biting the inside of your cheek as you laugh softly, not quite humorous. “I’d hardly call it that.”

You’re grumbling, but he takes that hint of a smile as a good thing, standing halfway to press a kiss on your cheek and one to your lips, another to your forehead as his hand brushes over your cheek before he stands fully and swipes the clean clothes from the counter.

You stand with a look of unease, trying your best to keep the pressure on your good leg before that dreadful pain can jolt up your other. You shrug off your shirt in favor of his flannel, the soft material hanging loosely from your shoulders in a heap of warm and fabric softener and a hint of his cologne. It’s a simple thing that amounts to more comfort than you can express, the mere feeling of it putting you at ease.

He helps you with your pajama bottoms, trying not to fuss over you as you did it yourself, instead offering his arm for your balance that you found yourself needing more than you thought.

Your bed was more comfortable than you’d imagined coming home to, leaps and bounds better than that motel mattress. The sheets were soft and they too smelled like Dean, the blankets warm and hefty as they rested over top of you.

Dean brought you close enough to nearly share a pillow, the events transpiring earlier that day on the hunt having sunken deep in the pit of his stomach and simmered there, bringing with it that anger that hadn’t quite left. It made his stomach twist and churn each and every time you got hurt, the blame he put on himself having picked at him every single time without fail. Especially when it brings you to tears, especially when it’s got you so bothered it’s got you crying into his shoulder.

He hates it, he hates that part of hunting.

But regardless, those kind green eyes meet your gaze as he looks at you with a soft smile, his fingertips brushing along your cheek. He’s got that look on his face, one that’s telling of something humorous sitting on the tip of his tongue just waiting to be spoken.

“What, De?” You sigh, feeling the residual tension of your tears beginning to dissolve just a little more.

He chuckles, looking down for a moment as he shakes his head. “If I were you, ‘think I might’ve cried way sooner than you did.”

You roll your eyes then, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Dean, that’s a lie and you know it.”

“Is not,” he insists, lips pursed to stifle his smile.

You look at him, tired and amused as you make no effort to hide your smile. He’s got that smile, that one that makes your cheeks burn and your heart flutter every time he looks at you like that.

“Whatever you say, Winchester,” you sigh, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips.

You find yourself lying atop his chest as he turns the tv up a little bit more, his chuckle rumbling against you. He tossed the remote down, the very tip of your finger tracing over his chest. Your legs tangle with his own, your injured one on top as you turn a bit more on your side. He’s got reruns of your favorite show on because he knows you’re too tired to watch the new ones, knows you like to have it on when you fall asleep.

“Goodnight, De,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his chin before sinking back down on his chest.

He smiles in that moment, soft and sweet as his thumb brushes back and forth over your shoulder lightly.

“Night, sweetheart.”

You’re fine. You’ve got him and you’re okay.

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[waiting-for-motivation]

just for show

summary: In Madripoor (Y/n) has to pretend to be the arm candy of Baron Zemo. Although he is the bad guy, she quickly develops feelings for him.

request: Hi! I had an idea for a Zemo thing😊 Reader was an ex-shield agent or something like that, maybe even was used by hydra and knew Bucky and so Bucky and Sam asked reader for help and they go to Madripoor and reader slowly warms to Zemo while they are there, and eventually falls for him😊 thank you! ~ @xxidontwikeitxx

pairings: Helmut Zemo x Reader, Bucky, Sam

warnings: blood, violence, SPOILERS, awkward fluff

words: 1155

a/n: I am afraid you guys wont like it so please be nice

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

“This dress is stupid!“, (Y/n) exclaims while picking at the black dress covering her form. The three men watch her walk out of the private jet and downstairs, revealing her thighs in the process. Zemo frowns at the sight of a thigh holster.

“You look ravishing, my dear“, the Baron tells (Y/n) and holds a hand out to help her from the last step. Although (Y/n) takes his hand, she also presses her knife to his neck. Their faces are so close that their noses almost touch.

“Call me that again and you are a dead man“, (Y/n) threatens Zemo who nods anxiously. Then she takes a step back and replaces her knife to her holster.

“Stay in character, darling“, Zemo whispers in (Y/n)s ear as he wraps an arm around her waist and presses her to his side. She has to take a deep breath to stay calm and not to ram a knife in his guts.

On their way the four of them clear up their plan once again. Bucky is supposed to act like the Winter Soldier under control of Zemo, while Sam is some criminal called Smiling Tiger. (Y/n)s only purpose is to look cute and be Zemos arm candy.

“Did I mention that I hate this plan?“, (Y/n) breathes as a car stops in front of them. Zemo opens the door for her and she takes the seat between Bucky and Sam. The car gets escorted by a few motorbikes. The last meters they walk through High Town of Madripoor until they enter a nightclub.

As time goes by (Y/n) gets used to the arm around her waist and the closeness to the Baron. The second they are at the bar he even tightens his grip around her.

Everything looks okay until a man threatens Zemo and the Winter Soldier attacks. Zemo pushes (Y/n) behind him even though he knows that she can handle herself. At least she once was an agent of shield.

The fighting stops when a man announces that Selby is ready to meet up with the group. With one last worried glance at Bucky, (Y/n) lets herself get dragged through some dirty corridors by Zemo. He is holding her hand now.

Then they meet Selby. She raises her eyebrow at (Y/n)s revealing dress but says nothing. Zemo takes a seat on the chair in front of the woman, pulling (Y/n) on his lap. She bites her tongue to suppress a comment but soon finds it quite comfortable.

(Y/n) places an arm over Zemos shoulders and leans against his chest, even playing with his hair - just for show. If Zemo is disturbed, he doesn‘t show it.

Selby and Zemo talk for some time. To (Y/n)s surprise the Sokovian caresses her exposed thigh absently. Then the two make a deal. Zemo offers the Winter Soldier in exchange to information about the super soldier serum.

“And what about her? I would kill to get something as pretty as her“, Selby adds and grins at (Y/n) who would really like to throw a knife at the woman for talking about her like she is a object. Zemo laughs and wraps his arm tighter around (Y/n).

“Not for sale“, Zemo says and leans in to kiss (Y/n)s neck. To Sams and Buckys surprise (Y/n) moves her face so that their lips meet in a messy kiss - just for show. First it feels wrong but then (Y/n) actually enjoys the kiss. They part breathless and stare at each other for a second.

Selby grins at the two of them before she tells them that the super soldier serum is in Madripoor and Dr. Wilfred Nagel is producing it. Suddenly Sams phone vibrates and Selby forces him to answer his call on speaker. Their act gets revealed when Sams sister uses his real name.

Everything happens real fast after that. Someone shoots Selby. Bucky and Sam start fighting her bodyguards while Zemo stands up and drags (Y/n) with him to the next door.

“We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow me“, Zemo states and everyone complies. They leave the bar through the back door and try to look as innocent as possible back on the streets. Unfortunately they get shoot at by some bounty hunters.

While Bucky and Sam continue to run on the main street, Zemo pulls (Y/n) into an alleyway. The faster they run the more (Y/n) stumbles because of her heels.

Zemo stops to disarm a man and kills him with his own weapon. At the same moment another bounty hunter shoots at (Y/n) and a bullet meets her left side. She kills the hunter with her knife but also groans in pain. This causes Zemo to pick her up and places (Y/n) over his shoulder.

Eventually they meet Sam and Bucky getting saved by Sharon. The second (Y/n)s feet touch the floor, she presses a bloody hand to her side and ignores the worried glare of Zemo.

Bucky and Sam can convince Sharon to help them. The next time (Y/n) can think clear again, she is inside one of Sharons fancy bathrooms. She even took a shower and is now dressed in black jeans as well as a bra.

With a moan (Y/n) removes the makeshift patch from her injury. Then she searches through the first aid kit with shaking hands. Her eyes widen when someone enters the bathroom without knocking - Zemo.

“What- Fuck off!“, (Y/n) whisper-yells at the Baron but he closes the door and steps forward. He is still wearing his stupid fur coat whose shoulder is now covered in blood. But Zemo doesn‘t seem to mind it.

“Let me, darling“, Zemo says softly and takes the first aid kit from (Y/n)s shaking hands. He takes a needle as well as string to stitch her up. After he finished it, Zemo places a patch over the wound.

“Thank you“, (Y/n) whispers and puts on her sweater. She avoids eye contact until Zemo places a hand under her chin and forces her to look at him. He smiles sweetly at her. Slowly his hand wanders to her cheek and his thumb caresses her lower lip.

“Darling“, Zemo breathes seconds before his lips meet (Y/n)s. The kiss gets heated quite quickly. Their hands wander over the body of the other, though Zemo avoids touching (Y/n)s injury. Soon he presses her against the sink and lifts her on it.

(Y/n) enjoys the kiss even though she shouldn‘t. Zemo is the bad guy. She should push him away. But at the same time it feels so good.

Their lips move in sync until a knock interrupts their shared kiss. Both Zemo and (Y/n) widen their eyes and part.

“Are you okay in there, (Y/n)?“, Sam asks through the door, minding her privacy like a gentleman. (Y/n) tells him that everything is alright. Her last words get swallowed by Zemos lips.

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[sunstone-smiles]

Love your stories. I have a cute scenario in mind: Ingo got himself stuck, lost a shoe. A pokemon (wild or Sneasel) found him and discovered he's ticklish.

Aww, cute! And thank you for your patience! I decided to go with some sneasel twins for this prompt that I’m excited to debut in this fic! I hope you enjoy!

The Lost Shoe

Series: Pokemon Legends Arceus

Characters: Ingo, Lady Sneasler, Fern and Splatter (Sneasel twins!)

Words: 2,185

Summary: When Ingo looks for his lost shoe along with Lady Sneasler’s kits, an unexpected discovery by the sneasels occurs when Ingo finds himself entangled within some branches.

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Ingo walks along the Coronet Highlands, the lake glistening ahead of him. With one shoe on his left foot, he treks down the path between Primeval Grotto and Celestica Trail, searching for his missing one. His socked foot on this right touches down upon the short grass as he takes each step.

While Ingo was putting his coat and shoes on this morning outside Lady Sneasler’s cave, a mischievous gligar snuck up towards Ingo and snatched up one of his footwear. The warden went to put on his other shoe, only to see the gligar floating away behind the rocks. Ingo quickly got up and rushed towards its direction, but by the time he turned the corner, the gligar was nowhere to be seen. He knew that the pokemon still had to be nearby somewhere, so he headed back to the cave to ask Lady Sneasler for help. Her two little kits also wanted to be of assistance, so the sneasel twins went along with Ingo towards the lake while Lady Sneasler searched the cliffs. 

“Let’s take a look over there,” Ingo says to his sneasel companions. One clings onto his shoulder while the other walks alongside him. 

The older sneasel twin, Fern, is the one trotting along with graceful steps. Her fur pattern resembles the usual colors found on a Hisuian sneasel, but she has very light, almost white, patches of lavender colored fur surrounding her darker purple, including the spots around her wrists, chest, and face. Ingo had named her Fern after the material that her nest was made of, but also because her unique pattern resembled certain species of the colorful foliage.

Her brother, the one clinging to the warden, has darker purple patches all over his body with his lighter lavender fur filling in the rest of the cracks. Ingo named him Splatter, since his coat of fur looks as if he’s been splattered with purple ink. 

When the sneasel twins were born, Ingo felt as if he had a similar connection to them. Those faint memories of the past flooded his head, yet he couldn’t remember enough to know why their hatching had reminded him of something. Despite this, Ingo was still pleased that Lady Sneasler had two kits that were happy and healthy.

The three continue their search for the missing shoe as they approach closer to the lake. They look through the bundles of red-leafed bushes surrounding the water, rustling through the foliage to see if the shoe is hiding there. 

Ingo kneels down next to another bush and begins sifting through the branches, each leaf crinkling when he touches it. While the warden searches through this particular bundle, Fern eyes another bush nearby and runs over to it. Splatter hops off the warden’s back to join her. 

“Hmm, nothing,” Ingo mumbles to himself after being unable to see through the foliage, “Maybe the other side.” He then makes his way behind the bush to see if he can get a better view through the leaves and branches. Meanwhile, Fern and Splatter come out empty handed from their search and return to their warden’s side. 

Ingo shakes his head, “Nope, nothing here either.” He fixes his hat on his head and points to another bush on the right side of the lake. “Let’s head over to the next stop.”

The sneasel twins nod and start making their way over to the bush. Ingo walks forward to join them, but he suddenly trips over a small rock that had been hidden by the foliage and falls into the bush with a thud cushioned by the leaves. Fern and Splatter run back over, chirping at him with their high pitched voices to make sure he’s alright.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” the warden reassures the kits, “I tripped is all.” He pushes himself up with his arms to get out of the bush, but he’s stopped just before his back is out of the leaves. He tries again, but it seems as if he’s stuck on something. The broken branches of the bush must have caught on to his coat, trapping the lower half of his torso and his legs in the foliage. He plops back down onto his stomach and looks at the little sneasel twins, “I…appear to be stuck.”

Fern lets out a little gasp of panic, but she calms herself to think of a solution. She looks to her brother and tilts her head in Ingo’s direction with a squeak to notify him to help out with her plan.

The sneasel twins run up to Ingo and each grab one of his hands to try and pull him out of the bush, but he doesn’t budge. They gently put his hands down and Fern points to the bush with another plan in mind. She makes her way over to Ingo and carefully hops onto the warden’s back to use her claws to cut through the branches above him, but the foliage is too thick for her to cut through.

She shakes her head at Splatter, telling him that this plan won’t work either. The younger sneasel twin squeaks at her with another idea and runs to the other side of the bush to try and pull Ingo out from his legs. Fern follows and slides down Ingo’s back to make her way over to her brother.

Splatter takes Ingo’s right foot in his claws, while Fern takes his left. They nod at one another and pull with all their might, but they end up tipping over onto their backs since they’re not strong enough to pull the warden out this way either. However, as they fall, the warden makes a peculiar sound when Splatter’s claws accidentally graze over his socked foot.

“Ah!” Ingo yelps and slightly tenses up. Thinking that they may have accidentally hurt him, Fern runs to the other side to check on him. She squeaks at Ingo to get his attention and the warden turns to look into her worried eyes.

“I’m alright Little Lady,” he says with a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Fern blinks at him and tilts her head. She’s fascinated by this little smile on the warden’s face. She’s never really seen him smile before. He may have curved his mouth upwards a few times when they were playing with him, but never like this.

Fern stretches herself upwards and chirps to signal Splatter to try and tug the warden out again. She knows that it won’t work, but she still wanted to try something. The younger sneasel twin has no idea where his sister is going with this, but he does as she asks and grabs Ingo’s socked foot again with his claws to pull. Immediately, the warden flinches and lets out a choked out giggle.

“Gah! C-Careful!” Ingo gasps with that same small smile appearing on his face. 

Fern’s big eyes blink once more at the warden's reaction, and she calls her brother over to come see what she’s looking at. The younger sneasel twin trots to the other side and peaks at Ingo, instantly noticing what his sister does. He glances at her with similar wide eyes. The two kits connect the dots together and slowly turn towards the warden with a little smirk. They snicker to themselves and Fern chirps out a new plan, nodding to her brother that they should split up. Splatter growls in agreement and makes his way behind the bush, while Fern hops onto Ingo’s head and onto his back.

Ingo fixes his hat that Fern had skewed on his head and tries to look up at the baby pokemon on top of him.

“Huh? What are you two doing?” he asks the sneasel twins, but his question is quickly answered when Fern starts scribbling her claws into his ribs and Splatter scribbles his claws into his socked foot. 

“H-Hehey!” Ingo jumps at their unexpected tickle attack, “Wahait a minute! Cuhut that out! Hahaha!” He tries to reach behind him to grab Fern away from his vulnerable ribs, but she’s a nimble little pokemon and easily able to dodge his hands in order to keep scribbling into the ticklish spot. Fern happily squeaks, now seeing a full blown smile from the warden rather than just a subtle grin. 

“Fehehern!” Ingo giggles and tries to squirm away from the twin’s playful attack, but the bush keeps him trapped within its branches.

Meanwhile, Splatter is having fun making the warden laugh by wiggling his claws into the warden’s foot, switching frequently between the sole, arch, and heel. The younger sneasel twin lets out a giggle of his own and tries wiggling his claws into a new spot at the warden’s toes.

“Splahahatter! Quhihiit it! Haha!” Ingo giggles and tries to curl his toes, but Splatter switches back to his sole to continue wiggling into the ticklish area. Upon feeling claws scribble into his sides, the warden jumps and tries to reach behind to grab Fern again, who had started exploring all over his torso.

 “I understahahand that you twohoho want to plahay, but thihihis is NOT the time! Hahaha!” 

In his attempts to grab the older sneasel twin away, he unfortunately leaves himself open for another tickle spot to be explored. Fern notices the opening and hops forward to scribble her claws into Ingo’s underarms. Ingo jumps and immediately tries to clamp his arms down from Fern taking advantage of this new spot.

“Oh nohoho! Fehehern! Wahait! Nohohot there!” his laughter increases and he tries to wriggle away unsuccessfully in the rustling leaves. Usually, Fern would listen to her warden, but she was having way too much fun seeing him in this silly state. She looks over at her brother through the leaves and they both giggle at each other. 

Splatter plops himself down in the grass and traces both sets of claws over Ingo’s foot, pawing at the ticklish appendage. At the same time, Fern hops from one underarm to the other, adding in some tickly nuzzles to Ingo’s neck in the process. The warden tries scrunching up his shoulders, but he’s unable to escape Fern’s cuddles.

“Okahahay you twohoho!” Ingo calls though his laughter, “Hahahalt the tickling! Plehehease!”

“Rraow!” 

The sneasel twins freeze upon hearing their mother call them, making Ingo face plant to the ground when they stop their attack. The two slowly turn around and see Lady Sneasler with her arms crossed, leaning herself against the nearby cliff side as she stares at her mischievous kits. She pushes herself up from the rocks and tilts her head to the side, signaling her children to get off the warden before they tire him out with his own laughter. Fern and Splatter nod and hang their heads down, feeling a little guilty that they got into trouble. Fern carefully hops off of Ingo’s back and Splatter makes his way around the bush to walk over to his mother. The warden lifts up his head and looks at the noble pokemon. 

“Thank you Lady Sneasler,” he responds a bit breathless. The taller pokemon nods and walks over to help him out of the bush, carefully scooping his middle up with one paw and using the other to cut the branches that were caught on his coat. She lifts him out of the foliage and sets him back down on the ground so he can sit and recover.

Fern and Splatter lean on Ingo’s sides and look up at him with their big eyes to apologize, letting out a few quiet chirps.

“It’s alright you two,” he gently pats their heads and smiles at them. The sneasel twins purr and rub their heads into his hands. They’re glad that he wasn’t mad at them for trying to have a bit of fun with him.

As Ingo sits with the kits, Lady Sneasler suddenly drops Ingo’s other shoe in front of him. 

“Oh!” Ingo shifts his position on the ground to grab his shoe and put it on. “Bravo Lady Sneasler! Where did you find it?”

The noble pokemon tilts her head in the direction of the cliffs, signaling that she found it up there.

Ingo tilts up his hat. “Ah, I see. Thank you. We wouldn’t have been able to find it without your help.”

The two little kits below him chirp, wondering if they could get a bit of credit too. He pats them again.

“Yes, and thank you for your assistance as well.”

The sneasel twins beam and produce happy squeaks from the ground. Splatter jumps up in glee and crawls back on to Ingo’s shoulder to gently nuzzle into his neck, while Fern smiles at them both. The warden chuckles at their antics and lifts himself off the ground.

“Alright then, shall we head back to the station little ones?” 

Little chirps from both of the twins tell Ingo that they agree, and they all head back to the cave together. The kits can definitely be a handful when it comes to playtime, but he still cares about them immensely, just like the sneasel twins care about him.

[levisgirll]

Hey ~ I really love ur blog! U just bring a soft side of Levi that's so cute. Could u do a hc/scenario of how would Levi look after his crush during expeditions, please?

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

→ Text: Hello there anon! Thank you for your message and request <3 I really love this idea and I would be glad to write this out for you! Sorry this took awhile but I hope you see this and you enjoy it <3 also thank you for letting me know! that was my aim, and I really love soft Levi cause I believe this side of him will show when he is around his crush or with his s/o  🥺 ♡♡♡

Synopsis: Ever since you started going to expeditions, Levi has been quite different and showed a different side of him which not only surprised Y/N but himself too. He has become more considerate, attentive, sympathetic (during the nights before an expedition) and rather straightforward whenever he wanted to be serious with you and say his point (might come out as harsh or him being concerned). He started doing this all since he was secretly looking after Y/N, who is his crush! So, find out how he does that!

cute fluff, aot world, random headcanons scenario/imagine ♡ —

First thing you notice when you have started to go on expeditions is that Levi has been keeping his eyes on you. Always watching you, and focuses every detail on you especially out of everyone in the scouts. So, expect all eyes on you from him!

You found it first a bit odd how it was just you, and whenever you try and go near him or talk to Levi while he is staring at you. He would hesitate, and just walk away, trying to avoid you if you wanted to have a conversation.

That's cause, he knows himself really well that he will start stuttering. And, that's also when Levi noticed that Y/N is actually his crush. He did not want to admit it though to himself, he was also confused with how he felt towards you. It was an odd feeling and hard for him to control.

But, one day during an expedition, you fell from a tree branch as the hook from your ODM gear was fractured and causing you not to be balanced. Levi froze, and he felt like the whole world stopped when he saw your body, on the ground, how your head was bleeding, and when he tried to go near you and call you out while holding your body, you were unconscious. He thought he lost his chance, his sunshine and source of happiness. Losing his chance to spend more time with you, show you that he really did love you even though you seemed to never know. And that was when he knew that you were the person he loved and cherished.

As soon as you went back to the walls and Levi taking you to the infirmary, he waited by your side the whole time. Wishing you would wake up sooner, but he has patience, to wait for the person he loved.

Once you were awake, he quickly got up, and you were shocked how none other than Captain Levi, who you really looked up to and liked a lot, was right by your side! 

“Hey, You okay?” Was the first thing he said after breaking the silence between the both of you. How you both gave each other glances that filled with love, and how he stared at your beautiful eyes that sparkled. He missed seeing your face, your eyes that finally opened and your expressions. “Y-Yea, Just a bit dizzy.”

“Idiot, why are you so careless? You should have checked your ODM gear. What a reckless move, brat.” He said while looking away, avoiding his eye contact with you now. If someone else heard that, it would have seem like he was being strict with you. But, after Y/N hearing his words, their eyes would widen and be quite surprised at how Levi said this to them. His tone had a bit of concern and worry for Y/N instead and even though the words were a bit harsh, he won’t mean it in that way and he would only say this to someone he would care a lot and cherish. This left Y/N a blushing mess and felt their heart speaking a beat, how someone, especially Levi, cared for them and noticing them. 

Levi does not ever want to see you again in the infirmary, being hurt, and bandaged up, so he now promised to himself that he would look after Y/N during expeditions especially.

If Y/N somehow twisted their ankle, or their leg/knee would hurt. Expect Levi to actually pick you up or giving you his arm and shoulder for support for standing and walking. He would do these small things and offer his help to you quickly if he saw you struggle. He would later on lecture you how you should have asked his help. “Brat, I told you to ask for my help if you ever got hurt didn’t I? So, Why.” Levi said after helping you sitting you down on a bench, and looking at you for an answer. ‘Easier said than done.’ You would think and blush a bit, you always seemed to held back whenever you though of asking Levi for help. That’s cause, you felt quite shy and nervous whenever approaching the great strong captain solider that everyone talks about! “Hey. From now on, come to me for help. Alright?” He would say after giving you a pat on your shoulder. Even thought he liked you a lot, he actually really cared for you and would actually be happy if you did end up asking for his help, that would boost his ego and he would literally do it right away.

Whenever the scouts took breaks as they moved forward in the formations during an expedition. Levi would look for you, for Y/N only, and when he finds them, he would go on and telling them if they made sure they were alright and reminding them if they had their things. He would also ask if they were feeling alright and if they were too afraid after seeing so many titans. Levi would reassure them that he would be there by their side to support them and whenever Y/N heard that, it would be heartwarming, and this made them move on with their mission.

Whenever Y/N was shaken up after seeing a titan eating their comrades, or their comrades dying before their eyes, or experiencing something unpleasant. Levi would notice that quickly and he would observe how it would make Y/N feel shocked and upset, unable to think calmly and clearly. Levi would approach his crush and comfort them that things would be fine. And, Levi would definitely then allow their crush (who they are the only people who can do that) to hug him as they leave their face in his shoulder, and if they needed to cry, he would be there for that too and comfort you in his own way hugging you back tightly and ruffling their hair to calm them down. Levi would be glad how they survived and they are now alive, around his arms finally.

Levi would offer them water during the expedition usually, he wants to make sure their crush is hydrated and that also he would pack you up with some goods and snacks. “Tch, just take them.” He would say as you hesitantly accepted his kind offer. Levi would literally spend 30 minutes getting all the necessary things you would need and pack them up for you. He gives you things filled with love and care.

And, if you did happen one day running out of snacks to eat, he would offer you his snacks and make sure you eat it all before he leaves. 

His crush would apologize and feel real bad if they messed up on something during a mission, such as incorrectly shooting the wrong signal flare or not shooting it on time whenever they were under stress or nervous during a situation. But, Levi would actually be chill and calm about it and say, “Oi, Don't worry about it. It’s alright.” He would say as he ruffed their hair, and everyone there would be shocked cause if it were a different person he would go mad.

At the beginning, he would would try and tell you not to come to the expeditions that seemed too risky and leave it to him, but obviously he knows that you would no and you would then say to him, “I can’t help it, I want to come and be by your side and help out.” And that, left Levi being a blushing mess. He admired your confidence, and how you were willing to do this all for him and that made him feel loved. He then would reassure you that he would be protecting you throughout the mission. “I want to protect you.” and when you questioned why only you, he would go silent and leave the scene, making you wonder.

Levi would definitely have an aid kit ready with him, whenever he saw you injured or needed some bandages, expect him to have that ready for you, and even do it for you himself. He would do it and his excuse would be that he would do a better job on patching you up, but you knew he just wanted to help you and he actually would be worried if the injury was deep or serious.

If you had a small cut on your finger or the palm of your hand, Levi would make sure to also patch that up for you. If you insisted saying you could do it yourself or saying that it was not a big deal, he would then say to you in a caring tone but having his serious stoic expression, “Your hand. Now.” You resist and give in while holding out your hand to him. After he puts a bandage on it, he would gently hold your hand with both of his hands and then say, “Please, be careful.” In such a low tone, and if you have missed that, you would probably not have heard it.

And, after an expedition one day, when you went to his office to give him some tea you have prepared. He was silent, and Levi was pretty down when you saw him. When he noticed your presence, his expression then would go soft and quickly get up, hugging you, and this would shock you because Levi would never do something like that suddenly. But, that evening after that expedition, he was really emotional and he just wanted to hold what was dear to him, which was you. Y/N.  “I wish I didn’t feel like this every time you leave my side.” He would utter in a sad tone, and you would be there caressing his back and also the back of his head, caressing his undercut which would make him relax and give out a soft sigh.

And before expeditions, Levi becomes a bit clingy and needy in nights a day before, and he would show some affection towards Y/N. Such as slightly holding and caressing your hand, trying to feel your warmth as much as possible to keep him calm, your presence meant the world to him and he loved every bit of time you spent with him. “Hey, promise me you won’t do anything stupid?” He would ask you a lot of questions too and you would have to be there, reassuring him that you wouldn't leave his side and hold his hand back firmly, meaning every word you say to him which will make him feel relieved, how he knows you won’t leave him and sacrifice yourself.

Whenever the scouts are ready to leave and get outside the walls to start the expedition, Levi would check all your gear if they were functioning, and in a good condition, and makes sure your gas is filled up too. 

Levi would also take care of your horse and make sure it was strong and stable enough to help you throughout the journey. If you somehow lost your horse, he would give you his horse instead (and he would only do that to someone he really trusts and cherishes) and he would just use his ODM gear. “I’ll meet you ahead, alright?” He would say and proceed ahead, making sure there is no titan in sight and if there was, he would kill it. He was on his full protective mode every time you were in missions with him.

If you were in a different part of the formation, he would ask someone in that formation you were at, and tell them to update them about Y/N and order them to protect and support Y/N.

Levi would often get side-tracked, thinking of you quite a lot and more than usual, and Erwin would pick that up and say with a smirk, “Don’t worry, they will be fine Levi. Believe in them.” Erwin would say randomly and that would make Levi shocked, thinking how the hell did he even know he was thinking of Y/N.

Overall, the man is the only one out there in the expedition who is ready to risk his life, support you and help you in anyway he can and with his power and strength he would be your guard, and secretly also admire you from afar during expeditions and think how he wants to be near you and just hold your hand.

[asce-of-hearts]

hi sweetie! Can I request a tamaki x f!reader jealous,The reader is jealous of a nejiri because Tamaki takes a lot of time with her and helps her, it gets worse when he helps her in the beauty pageant and she wins! Tamaki didn't notice it until he saw the reader trying to harm herself (if it’s okay nsfw and long)👉🏼👈🏼 I hope you write it. I love your stories, and I hope you accept that, but if it makes you uncomfortable then ignore it please ,ily🐝💞💞

Hi darling! Of course I can do your request. Don’t worry, it doesn’t make me unconfortable, but if you want to check my limits before requesting here are my RULES

Jelousy  🎂 🍮 🧁

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Word count: 3k

Contents: Yandere!Tamaki with a jelous fem!darling.

Warnings: Yandere themes, jelousy, self harm mentions, depictions of violence and death,stokoholm syndrome, nsfw.

Tamaki never tought jelousy could give him some kind of advantage over his love interest, he tought of it as a tactic only rats and people who had no human desency used to trap girls and make them theirs.

That is until you arrive, such a beautiful and pretty girl. He found himself having some... desires for you, the way your body moved and how your smile seemed to lit up every room you entered had him feeling in a special kind of way. He loved you and he was sure. He was so obsessed with you, he watched you sleep, he watched you eat, he watched you do everything you could imagine! He was just so allured by your presence, you were such a special person.

He became friends with you thanks to Mirio and Nejire, you were a heaven’s gift to have around. Kind, funny and beautiful, everything he wanted in a woman and everything he wanted for his woman. You were so perfect, everything about you had him wanting more and more. You drugged him up with your scent whenever you wore whatever perfume you wore, he inhaled deeper into your shirt. Soft linen with a small ribbon, such a perfect fit for you. He could just imagine how you looked, how your body looked in this outfit. Your curves surely looked divine, you always looked divine.

He had to interrupt his daily ritual of cherishing every object he took away from you because of a call, a call from Nejire. He answered in no time.

“Hello?”

“Ah, Tamaki! Can you help me with something! Its almost time for the beauty pageant and I want to prepare for it” the blue haired girl said cheerfully, he smiled.

“Of course”

He really wasn’t interested and Nejire, and she wasn’t in him either. She was just a friend, really close friend with him. Nothing wrong with that, I think. He was just helping her out choose some dresses for her to wear. he even wondered how some would look on you. 

When he arrived at the place Nejire asked him to meet up he noticed you were there, chatting and showing her something on your phone.

“Tamaki!” you both greeted, Nejire rushed to give him a hug, just her usual affectionate self. He watched your face tinted in an unusual way, seemingly saddened and angry. Were you jelous?

That’s so cute.

“Hi, y/n” he smiled shyly towards you, a smile rapidly forming on your face.

“Hi, Tamaki” you smiled back at him, you both stared at each other for a moment, smiling dumbly and blushing, you were so close, he could just take a spet further and... Nejire took you both out of your toughts.

“Hey, love birds! You can eat your faces later, we have to pick some dresses!” he said mockingly, smiling at both of you. You bursted in laughter while Tamaki blushed and felt like he was about to faint.

“It’s not like that!” he said with a big blush covering his face, you just took his hand and approached Nejire, together, such an inocent touch was enough to make him take you into his arms forever, he was so in love with you.

After a while of Nejire looking over stores and stores and Tamaki and you feeling like your feet were burning you all decided to go your separate ways. Nejire leaving first since she had some other things to prepare for the pageant. You were together in the mall, just looking for something to eat. Was this a date? Oh man he didn’t really know.

The rest of the short time you shared at that place was nice, you went for an icecream and laughed a little. 

“I should go” you said with a smile, taking your purse and getting up.

“Let me acompanny you, it’s dangerous to go alone” he said blushing, for some reason his usual shy self dissapeared a little around you, your presence was so relaxing!

You nodded, your hands were starting to sweat! The boy you’ve liked for so long was offering to accompany you home! You were so fortunate. And he felt fortunate as well, they girl he had desired for so long was letting him go to her house, well, acompany her to her house.

Lets go forward a couple of weeks. Tamaki and you had been interacting a bit too much since the time you spent alone together. And his obession definetely became stronger, you were so perfect! Made for him and only him. He now stalked you on a daily basis, dedicating hours of time on watching you sleep just so he could make sure you were safe and happy. You were so adorable, whenever you shake and cry in your sleep makes him want to cuddle and hug you so you’ll feel safe, but he can’t. What would you think if you saw him in your bed without him telling you, its too risky, he can’t have you hating him.

Sometimes he had to risk loosing you while you were sleeping by helping out Nejire, or just hear her cry and stress because of the pageant. He is a good friend so he listens to her and helps her. But he would rather have you in his arms than do whatever he is supposed to do to help Nejire.

And you on the other hand were jelous, feeling like all of Tamaki’s attention was going towards your blue haired friend. Oh how wrong you were, his mind was clouded with toughts of you every second of the day. Going back to you, since you didn’t know about Tamaki’s obsessive behaviour you were obviously jelous! Nejire was prettier, smarter and in general better than you. Or at least thats what you tought and tought that he tought.

Toughts, they filled your head, not good thoughts just bad ones, the ones about Tamaki liking Nejire and just... pushing you away from him so he could be with her. You wanted to puke because of that feeling, jelousy. It was a feeling you had to deal with all your life.

“Nejire...” you mumbled while looking at ceiling, not finding the mental peace you needed to drift into sleep “why can’t I be like her?” you said to yourself, feeling your eyes fill with tears.  A blade next to your bed had Tamaki worrying, but decided to not think anything of it since you weren’t actually doing anything dangerous or harmfull towards yourself or others.

Unlike him, he had hurt people who tried to take him away from his side, take you away from him to be in their arms, people who tried to harm you or cause you any kind of pain. He had hurt and killed for you. He wasn’t proud, he wasn’t happy about doing it. But doesn’t love make it okay?

Didn’t love justify his disgusting actions towards others? He just wanted to protect you and love you like you deserved, none of those people can love you the way he does, they just can’t. They aren’t as obsessed, they aren’t a loving, caring, possesive. They aren’t him. He is the only one that can love you the way you deserve, the way you want, the way he wants you to desire.

The day of the pageant went great! Nejire had won unsurprisingly, and he looked at her with such adoration it seemed like he was looking at a sunset for the first time. Your heart broke, your heart ached and seemed like it was getting crushed by a hammer, stepped on by the boy you liked so much. He looked at her with such delight, wich such love, he wouldn’t ever look at you that way.

Dear, you were so far away from the truth.

Did you really not notice how he stared at you, you made him mad in the best possible way. Didn’t you notice how obessed he was with you? Were you really so stupid to think he could ever want anyone else but you?

His gaze towards her friend might seem romantic at first, but is far away from that. He is just proud, friends are proud of their friends. She was happy and looked cute so he was happy she looked cute enough to win. You were cuter anyways.

Still, did you really think the way she looked at Nejire was special? Have you not noticed how he looks at you. I mean, sure, you are asleep or completely unaware he is watching you but still, in his eyes there’s a special glow, like he is staring into the face of God, he just gets so hypnotized about everything you have. It’s no surprise, he loves you so much.

What was a surprise was  seeing your arms covered in blood.

And also the fact he had broke into your house to stop you.

Ah well, he was going to take you away soon anyways.

“T-Tamaki?” your voice was merely a whisper, not wanting to attract attention to the room. You froze on the spot, not moving a muscle just waiting for his reaction, explanation or both.

“Please don’t scream” his eyes pierced yours, a shiver ran down your spine as well as a feeling of safety. Curious how a stalking situation evolves into an act of care and tenderness, really, really curious.

You kept quiet as he looked for the first aid kit or something remotely similars. He found a pack of bandages and alcohol, good enough. You sobbed heavily, not wanting to cry from the shock of him finding you doing this. It had become a habit to harm yourself whenever you felt the disgusting feeling of jelousy creep into your mind. He would find you disgusting too, right?

“Why?” he asked cleaning the fresh cuts, you hissed from the sting the alcohol brought to your arms “Why did you do it?” he said without looking at you, focusing on the wounds you had. And the scars, decorating you like tiger striped. Beautiful, what a sight for sore eyes.

Really beautiful, he didn’t want you to suffer, but have you heard of offering god your pain and suffering? A divine sacrifice its what is called, and is often done by people who have to bare a pain so hard you just offer it to god. Its considered the most beautiful act someone can do before ascending to heaven, pain becomes beauty. Well, that’s how it felt like, at least for him. What could cause you so much suffering that you had to do this to yourself? He didn’t know.

Frustration was a feeling you both shared from this. When he finished cleaning the fresh cuts and stopped the bleeding he just bandaged you up, still waiting for your answer to the question he had asked before. 

Your heart ached, that’s why you did it. Much like a divine sacrifice, but less beautiful, less ritual like and more painful. You wanted to overcome that state of pain and suffering from the heart ache you were suffering, from the jelousy and wishes to choke Nejire for being so perfect.

“Do you promise to not get mad?” you hiccuped, awaiting for the response.

“Why would I get mad at you?” he answered, it was a genuine question and the answer you needed at the same time.

“Okay” you muttered “It’s just that... I was jelous”

“Of who?”

“Nejire” you confesed, feeling the urge to cry again, he was going to reject your feelings after this stupid show you had put “I- I’ve always liked you, Tamaki. I like you a lot, like, a lot-lot” your eyes filled with tears again “It’s just that you look at her with so much love, you never looked at me that way” a sad smile creeped in your face as you looked to the side, not wanting to face him.

He finished curing your arms and he cupped your face.

“I- I like you too” he smiled shyly, you cried even harder this time, holding him in a tight hug as you cried and cried and cried.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry!” you said as loud as you could without shouting.

“There’s no need to be, love” he said, feeling guilt for what he was about to do “I’m the one who should apologize”

“For what?” you asked, naive and inocent like a small child, and unaware of what he was about to do

“For this, I’m so sorry, y/n” he said as he hit you with force in your temple, it would leave a bruise, but it was the easiest way to knock you out. Your body fell against his, he cried a little from what he had done. But he had to do it, he had to take you away.

He carried you into his arms towards your new home. The place you’ll feel safe and warm, where you’ll never feel the need to hurt yourself again.

You woke up in your new home, in the place you would be trapped for the rest of your life, not that you were aware of it.

When the first month passed you were aware, after your first escape attempt, after the first trimester, then semester. Then a year. You were dead to the world by now, you were sure.

But you were also sure that you loved Tamaki, maybe just as much as he loved you! 

Tamaki wasn’t a lewd man, quite the opossite, sex terrified him, so many ways to screw up, such a vulnerable state, so may things about it that he didn’t like. But you weren’t touch starved, no no no. He loved cuddling, him hiding his face on the crook of your neck or your chest was lovely, holding you so close, breathing the same air, being melted into each others arms like there was no other day you would be able to do this. After all, the chance of that existed. Since he was a pro hero he had to to take advantage of everyday with you to the maximum, cherish every single second he spends in your glorious presence.

Beautiful, love is truly beautiful.

And lust comes with love, its just a natural reaction. You just had to give yourself to him on a silver platter, in a tidy and beautiful presentation. One that he would enjoy, one that he would love.

You were losing your mind waiting for him, the lingerie you were wearing making you nervous. Was this apropiate? Would he reject your advances? You hoped not, really really hoped not.

When he came into the room his heart raced, pumping blood right to his nether regions, juts the right amount to make the bulge in his pants noticeable. You blushed as you did something so disgustingly lewd. At least for both of you. Your legs opening as your fingers hooked on the side of your panties.

You smiled.

That smile could knock an army of men down.

Your folds revealed themselves to him, so pinkish and so perfect, delicious, beautiful. Truly beautiful.

It was like a blessing, he got closer to you by a sudden force that had possesed him in a way no man could ever imagine. He got closer to your panties, you got nervous, shaking in anticipation for his next movement, you bit your lip. He grabbed your sides in a grip so tight it would definetely leave marks, and then he forced your legs open, gaining a gasp from you. He chuckled and then pressed his nose against your covered folds. What the hell was he doing?

He inhaled your scent, drugging up on it. Better than any kind of narcotic he could bring himself to try. God, you smelled so god. His nose pressed against your soaking wet panties as he pumped his cock with force.

And he began eating you out like a wild animal goes on a piece of meat, his tongue fucking you as he humped the mattres, wanting friction on his rock hard cock. Moaning everytime you pulled his hair a bit to roughly, he wanted more, he needed more.

“y/n” he moaned on your wet cunt, the vibrations and his hot breath causing you to nearly orgasm in his face. You didn’t know how you managed to retain the uncoming wave of pleasure when he finally inserted his cock in your wetness “you look so pretty” he said, blushing and cutely moaning when your gummy walls welcomed him so tightly and so delightfully.

Your hips bucked forward when you felt the need to get even more pleasure from this experience, getting another cute moan from him “b-bunny” he groaned as his hips brutally smacked yours. So cute! 

His pace was murderously hard and brutal. So fucking perfect. His moans and yours filling the room as the wet sounds of your cunt filled the room, disgustingly wet. Such a beautiful experience, such a perfect way of showing each other how much love you felt. Nice and beautiful, perfect and fulfilling.

“y/n, y-you feel so good” he moaned, drooling and doing a small cute ahegao. You cupped his face with the leaving strenght you had from how hard he was fucking you “I love you” you said, moaning and arching your back when you felt his cock kiss your cervix.  Cumming on the spot.

Your walls clenched around him perfectly, so good and so delightfully, he didn’t think he could get even harder with his thrusts but he did, and it felt so good. 

“Bunny! B-bunny! I’m gonna cum” he moaned as he thrusted as hard and deep as he could into you, filling you to the brim with his seed. It dripping from your small hole and staining the bed a little bit.

“I love you” he kissed you on the lips after saying this, dedicating you a lving smile.

“I will love you forever, y/n”

I hope you liked this, sugar!

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Hi!!! May i please request a oneshot for a Ultimate Clown S/O (he/she) at the hospital entertaining patients and ending up meeting Mikan for the first time?

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A/n: Hello Anon! Sorry for the late reply, I’ll try to do my best in writing this story. I apologize if I have some wrong info about some stuff. I hope this was to your liking. 

Oh- and if your name is the same with the children, you can change their names if you want.

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Title: The Ultimates’ First Meeting

Pairing: Mikan Tsumiki x Reader

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Warnings: Grammar errors, Mikan having a panic attack,

Genre: Fluff, slight angst,

Keys:

Y/n- your name,

Reader: Neutral

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“Miss/Sir Y/n! I had fun today.” The boy smiled happily, clutching his teddy. “Teddy is happy too! Look!” You smiled as you patted his head. “I’m glad you and Teddy are happy.” You turned your back at him and took something from your bag. “Guess what I have for you~” You showed him a small owl plush, with a pun on the tag. He gasped in awe, his hands coming forward to try and grab the toy. You happily obliged. “Thank you! Now Teddy will have a new friend! I’ll call him.. Mr. Owlie!” He giggled. He read the tag and laughed.

His nurse knocked in the door and entered. “Kai, it’s time to go take a nap. Say goodbye to miss/sir Y/n.” Kai groaned. “Already?” He looked down, before looking back up at you. “I do get to see you tomorrow again right?” You nodded “Of course!”. ‘That seemed to lighten up his mood.’ You thought to yourself. You waved and bid him goodbye.

“Goodbye miss/sir Y/n! Teddy and Mr. Owlie says bye too!”

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You were in the bathroom, changing to your casual clothes and taking off accessories and putting them in the bag. You yawned. ‘What a long day.. At least I could make patients happy.’. You washed your face with water and dried it off with a towel, then placed it somewhere in your bag that won't soak the rest of your belongings.

You slung your bag on your shoulder and opened the door, leaving the bathroom and turning left, accidentally bumping into someone. You let go of the bag as you fell down. The female voice yelped, falling down with you. You opened your eyes noticing someone on top of you. The person opened their eyes and shrieked. “I’m so sorry!” She whispered, remembering she’s at a hospital.

She backed away from you and covered her face. “Please, don’t be mad at me, it was just an accident- I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry!”

You shook your head and smiled “Don’t worry, it’s fine. I wasn’t looking where I was going either.” She handed you your bag and began picking up her kit that was opened and the valuables that spilled out. Feeling bad, you picked up a few and carefully placed it in her kit.

After finishing, you both stood up. “T-thank you..”

“No worries, uhm..” You paused, looking at her name tag. “Mikan.” For some reason, her heart jumped. Her face became red and she bowed. “Good bye!” Then ran away. You looked confused for a second then let out a small fit of laughter. “What a shy nurse. How cute.”

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It was the next day at 4pm. While you were entertaining another patient, someone knocked on the door and entered. “E-excuse me.. It’s time to give her medicine.” A soft voice interrupted. You immediately recognized it as the person who you bumped into yesterday. You turned to face her and waved.

She looked away, embarrassed. Mikan quickly went beside the patient and placed the medicine on the table. “U-uhm.. You need to eat first before you can drink the medicine.” Mikan looked at the table then frantically looked in her pockets if she had the food. “Oh dear! I forgot to bring it with me!” She panicked.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go grab a snack for you.” You offered, not taking ‘no’ for an answer. “What do you want to eat, Amy?” The little girl answered, starting to be hungry. “Healthy enough. I’ll be right back.” You left the room and immediately went to a vending machine, buying the snack.

While Mikan was checking her vitals. “Hm.. How are you feeling Amy? Your vitals seem better than yesterday.” Amy looked at her. “I have been eating the meals you gave me. It might not taste great but if that means going out and playing games then I’ll eat them.”

She nodded and hummed as she recorded it. The door opened, catching their attention. “I’m back~” You said in a sing-song voice, you handed Amy her snack and drink. “Here ya go.” Amy happily ate the food, her hunger gone.

After eating, Mikan poured the medicine in a spoon. Then handed Amy a glass of water. “Please drink this.” Mikan moved the spoon in front of her. Amy pouted and looked away from the medicine, her hands covering her mouth.

“You need to drink this-”

“I don’t wanna!”

“It’s good for you.”

“It tastes bad!”

You decided to step in. “Amy, you want to get better right?” Amy nodded, her arms crossed. “Drinking the medicine will help you get better. You’ll become stronger.” After hearing your words, she looked at you, her arms falling beside her. “And I can play with my friends again?”

“Um.. You have to wait a few weeks until you can go out and play with your friends.” Mikan muttered. “But I’m sure you could play with them. Just not physically. Online games maybe?”

“Hmph. Fine! I’ll do anything to play with my friends.” Amy immediately gulped on the medicine and chugged the water. Mikan panicked and told her to slow down, and you tried to calm both of them down. Amy gagged at the lingering taste of the medicine. “Pleh, I drank all of ‘em. See?” She let out her tongue.

Mikan nodded. “T-that’s good. But please slow down. It’s not- it’s not good for you- You might choke.”

Mikan continued to check her health while you joked with the both of them, keeping the tension low.

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You took a break and went to the cafeteria for some drink. After ordering, you sat somewhere near the windows. A few minutes had passed, and a waiter gave you your drink. You sipped the warm/cold drink as you watched people walking by from afar. A jingle of the bell caught your attention. The door revealed the shy nurse you met yesterday.

You and Mikan caught eye contact and didn’t seem to look away until a few seconds later. She nodded then immediately went to the cashier to order her food. Soon after ordering her meal, she looked around seemingly thinking where to sit. It wasn’t crowded in the cafeteria, nor were there many customers. There was a family of 4 eating and yourself.

You waved at her, gesturing to her to sit in front of you. She obliged, feeling a bit comfortable near you instead of being by herself. “It’s nice to see you again Mikan. Your break?” She nodded, fiddling with her fingers.

“I’ve been helping other patients with their injuries today. I’m just a bit tired. The doctor told me I could get a 15 minute break for now.”

You hummed, nodding in acknowledgement. “We’ve been talking about patients today. How about your life outside of the hospital? I just want to know you more, if you don’t mind.” Mikan squeaked, her ears ringing. The thumping of her heart was all she could hear. Her face slowly became red as she starts to smile giddily. “Y-you want to know my life outside of my medical life? G- gosh.. No one ever asked me this before.. I- I’m so happy..”

You stayed calm and took a clean napkin. You gave her the napkin as she dried her tears off. She muttered a ‘thank you’. “Are you alright?” She nodded. “What do you want to know about me? Can I ask about you too?”

“Of course, no personal ones.” You said. “So, when’s your birthday?”

“It’s on May 12. It’s also International Nurses’ Day- Maybe it’s because of that I wanted to be a nurse. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence. But maybe having my birthday on May 12 made my luck better on being an Ultimate Nurse.” Mikan babbled.

“My friends told me that I won’t become a nurse and I believed them but someone told me that I can achieve my dreams and I finally became a nurse! But it’s sometimes so stressful because some patients won’t cooperate with me and it’s difficult to keep up. Sometimes I feel like all of the nurses are better than me and I feel so useless.” She gasped, realizing something.

“U-uh.. I’m sorry if I rambled too much, It’s just- I- I haven’t talked to people this long unless it’s for medical purposes. I might’ve bored you too- I’m- I’m so sorry- I-” She continued to apologize while her hands were gripping her hair harshly. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry- I’msosorry- I’m- I’m so-” You held both her hands from her hair and stopped her from doing anything else. “Hey- hey.. Breathe.”

Mikan closed her eyes and slowly breathed in and out until she calmed down. “I- I’m so sorry for my breakdown. I apologize that you had to see me like this.. Please don’t be mad at me..” She whimpered, holding your hands tightly.

“You’re not useless. You’re like other nurses too, you help people because you care for their wellbeing. It feels like you're inferior to others but that’s just your thoughts. They’ve been here longer than you but don’t worry. You’ll improve too.” You smiled. Mikan felt the same feeling she had when she heard her name from you, that made her forget about her worries. “Th-thank you. Um.. Why do you want to be an Ultimate Clown?”

You thought for a few seconds, reminiscing the memory of you making people happy. “It’s because I wanted to see people smile. It has always been my dream. People in the hospital sometimes tend to be sad, and I don’t want that. I want them to feel hope. That they will have a happy life in the future.” You briefly glanced at your watch and noticed the time.

“Oh no, I got to go. See you later Mikan!” You wrote something on a piece of napkin and handed it to her. You bolted out of the cafeteria, leaving her alone. She glanced at the napkin and noticed it was your phone number.

‘Let’s keep in touch!’

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E/n: I don’t know if I was supposed to put a bit of angst in there but it felt like it needed that. Even though most nurses put on happy faces, they get stressed too deep inside. I apologize if it was a bit too much- I kinda got into the angst. Anyways, Have a great day Anon!

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A Favor: Part Nineteen

Nessian Modern AU

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a/n: another chapter where the girls are clowns and cassian worships nesta's every breath 🙄 i promise some variety is headed your way soon

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Gwyn adamantly refuses to accept any gifts for her birthday, much to Emerie’s irritation and Nesta’s relief. No amount of love for her friends can make Nesta enjoy the turmoil of hunting for the perfect gift, and she happily shows up at Gwyn’s apartment that night with nothing save for an overnight bag.

Gwyn easily has the nicest home out of all three of the girls, and it makes Nesta feel oddly proud to have a financially stable friend. Nesta herself has been flacking on her legal consultant duties to Night Court Inc., choosing to make do with the money she’s already earned while focusing on school.

Once they’ve all changed into sleep clothes and are settled around the living room coffee table with a cupcake and a glass of wine each, Gwyn pulls out a brightly colored bracelet-making kit with a sheepish grin. “I found this while I was looking through my childhood things,” she says, opening the kit. “You guys aren’t too grown for it, are you?”

“Depends,” Emerie hums, leaning over to get a closer look. “Is it Rainbow Loom?”

She gets her answer when Gwyn dumps out bundles of multicolored string instead of rubber bands onto the table. Looking disappointed, Emerie plucks up a handful of string. “Fine, I guess I can make do.”

Nesta licks cream cheese frosting off her thumb. “How do you make them? The bracelets?”

She’s met with two dumbfounded stares. “Have you never been to a thirteen year old’s slumber party?” Gwyn says.

“...No?”

When Gwyn and Emerie keep staring, Nesta feels the need to add, “I’ve never been to a sleepover. This is my first.” She was never one to be invited to sleepovers or social gatherings; even when she made acquaintances in middle and high school, they were just that—acquaintances.

“That’s… actually kind of sad,” Emerie says. Gwyn elbows her hard, making her yelp.

“I never thought of it that way,” Nesta says, shrugging. Though maybe it’s because a lot of things about her childhood were sad; it isn’t like she kept count of it all.

“Well, you can learn how to make bracelets now,” Gwyn states, taking out a little plastic baggie and emptying it out onto the table. Small silver charms scatter everywhere. “Everyone gets three colors and one charm.”

Nesta leans forward, making out the different charms. She spies one in the shape of a book, and another in the shape of a dove, and one in the shape of a music note. She snatches up the eighth note before anyone else can. Gwyn takes the book for herself, and Emerie considers the selection of charms before picking a dagger-shaped one. They prepare their string next.

“Now, we can either braid them or knot them.” Gwyn demonstrates how to do it either way, Nesta watching closely before imitating her. She braids the strings of her bracelet as best she can, her cheeks turning red with frustration whenever she spies one of the other girls’ perfect knots. Her half-eaten cupcake is forgotten as she tries to get her bracelet to stay together.

At one point she just has to accept the shoddy work she’s done and tie the bracelet off. She checks to see if it fits on her wrist.

“Now everyone give their bracelet to the person on their left,” Gwyn declares.

Nesta clutches her sloppily-made bracelet to her chest as Emerie responds, “What?”

“So we can wear each other’s bracelets,” Gwyn explains. “And carry around a part of each other all the time.”

“If I had known we were gonna be sentimental, I wouldn’t have picked the cute charm,” Emerie grumbles. Nesta agrees, but Gwyn just clicks her tongue and starts switching bracelets around. In the end, Nesta has Emerie’s dagger bracelet, Gwyn has Nesta’s music note bracelet, and Emerie has Gwyn’s book charm.

Nesta wiggles her bracelet on and turns her wrist over in the light. “That was fun,” she decides. “What happens next at a sleepover?”

“Next,” Gwyn says, “we exchange our most embarrassing secrets with each other, and then we do each other’s hair.”

Emerie shakes her head. “Okay, now I’m really too old for this. Anyone want to watch a movie?”

Gwyn nudges Emerie. “I’m the old one here, and it’s my birthday.” She raises her pert chin in a way that doesn’t look very grown up at all. “What I say goes.”

Emerie flicks up an eyebrow and stares in challenge, which Nesta interrupts by saying, rather exasperatedly, “I’ll go first, then.”

She digs around in her head for something embarrassing enough to be socially acceptable, only to realize that although a lot of embarrassing things have happened to her before, none of them are secrets. She finally settles on an admission. “When I was a kid, I had a thing for breaking and entering into rich people’s empty houses and hanging out in them. Does that count as a secret?”

Gwyn gapes, laughing in disbelief. “Are you going to leave it at that?”

“That actually sounds fun.” Emerie swirls her wine. “Why’d you stop?”

Nesta had almost forgotten. “I got caught.” She remembers the terror of being fourteen and fleeing past cherry blossom trees on her bare feet. “The owner’s family showed up early to vacation one year, and I never risked going back after that.” She shrugs. “Who’s next?”

Gwyn raises her hand excitedly. “I used to be a hardcore Gleek. Like, I had a closet full of Glee memorabilia.”

Nesta doesn’t quite know what to say. Emerie winces. “Maybe you should’ve kept that one a secret.”

“It was only one facet of my entire theatre kid personality. Should I tell you about the rest?”

Emerie raises her hands in surrender. “Please don’t. I’ll go next if it makes you stop.”

Gwyn laughs and Nesta perks up. “What’s your secret?” She hopes Emerie will finally admit to filling their shared Kindle account with lesbian spanking fiction.

But Emerie suddenly gets serious, clearing her throat and fingering the stem of her wine glass. “I might have the worst secret,” she says awkwardly. “I haven’t been honest with you guys.”

Nesta straightens, and Gwyn looks intrigued.

“In my defense,” Emerie says, “I never expected all of us to end up hanging out this much. Before Nesta and I became friends, all I did was show up to school to kick rich kids’ asses and make career connections.”

“Spit it out, Emerie,” Nesta tells her.

So she does. “I’ve been lying about my age.” Her cheeks turn red, either from alcohol or embarrassment, Nesta doesn’t know.

Nesta furrows her brows. “You’re not twenty-four?”

Emerie shakes her head in guilt.

“How old are you, then?” Gwyn says.

Emerie mutters something too low for them to hear. When Gwyn tells her to repeat herself, she says, too loudly, “Twenty-eight.”

She’s met with silence, and then—

Gwyn starts cackling, nearly keeling over. Nesta can only stare in shock. “Why would you—?”

“Because school is a shark tank,” Emerie says. “Everyone else went there straight out of undergrad, and I had to work four jobs for four years just to afford tuition. Being old at Prythian means being poor.” She quietens, looking down at her brown hands twisted together. “And by the time we started to get close, it felt too weird to bring up. So… I’m sorry?” She looks up to see if Nesta is upset.

Nesta doesn’t know what to feel, but Gwyn seems to. “You called me old,” she accuses. “You’re nearly a grandma!”

“Were you going to lie about your age forever?” Nesta interjects.

“If I had known there was going to be a forever, I would have opened up a lot sooner,” Emerie defends.

Nesta drops her head onto the table and covers her ears with her arms. “This is so weird,” she says against the wood of the table, her voice muffled. “I can never look at you the same way ever again.”

“That’s fair,” Emerie says cautiously. “But are you really mad?” Nesta feels a hesitant hand touch her shoulder.

“I need time to process,” Nesta says from her cocoon. Suddenly she hears a hum and a click, and her cocoon gets even darker. Gwyn and Emerie make twin sounds of surprise.

Poking her head up, Nesta blinks to find total darkness in the apartment. The heater has stopped running, leaving behind a quiet stillness.

“Shit,” Gwyn curses, fumbling with her phone. The flashlight turns on, lighting up her face. “I swear I paid my electric bill.”

“I don’t think it’s just you,” Emerie says, getting up to look out the window. “Look, the whole street is out.”

By the time they gather some candles and light them, the apartment has dropped twenty degrees in temperature. Nesta shudders, wishing she’d brought some warm pants with her.

“Let me get us some blankets,” Gwyn says, running off to the linen closet. Emerie and Nesta huddle together on the couch while they wait.

“So you’re really not mad at me?” Emerie asks, hope in her voice.

“Not mad,” Nesta says. “But I think we all lost a little respect for you back there.”

Emerie smiles. “Just a little?”

Gwyn comes back then wearing a thick sweater and carrying a pile of comforters. “I got a text from the landlord,” she says, unceremoniously dropping the blankets onto the couch. “Ice took out the power lines in the whole neighborhood, and we’re not getting any electricity until morning.”

“But it’s negative temperatures outside,” Nesta protests. “We’ll freeze to death.”

“Not if we all cuddle.” Gwyn tries to beam at them, but the effort is futile. “I’m sorry, guys,” she sighs, plopping onto the couch beside Nesta. “This is a terrible birthday celebration.”

Nesta wraps an arm around Gwyn and tucks her into her side, soaking up her warmth as Emerie spreads a heavy comforter over all of their legs. “What are you apologizing for? You did nothing wrong.”

The girls sit in silence for a few minutes until Emerie speaks up. “I wonder what Mr. Madani is doing right now.”

“What?” Nesta frowns.

“He’s probably all alone in his fancy heated cabin, unaware that you’re stuck in the cold dark.” Emerie suddenly smacks Nesta’s arm. “Hey. Why are we freezing our asses off here when you practically own that cabin?”

“I do not practically own that cabin,” Nesta splutters. “And this is Gwyn’s birthday. Why would I take you to Cassian’s place on her birthday?”

“Exactly!” Emerie says. “It’s Gwyn’s birthday, and she deserves better than this. Can’t your boyfriend be a little charitable and share his nice house with us?”

Nesta turns to Gwyn for help, but Gwyn just says carefully, “...Is it a big cabin?”

Emerie nods fiercely, pulling out her phone. “Eris has a picture of it from New Year’s on his Instagram. You wouldn’t believe how much money these Night Court execs make.”

Nesta makes pointed eyes at Gwyn. “You really want to spend your birthday with two strange men?” Cassian and Azriel aren’t exactly meek, nonthreatening men either—at least not at first glance. Considering the state Gwyn was in just some weeks ago, this doesn’t sound like a good idea at all.

Gwyn sounds wary but open-minded when she says, “You trust them, right? And it’s not like we’re going to let the guys join our sleepover. We’re just going to have a warm place to stay while we wait for my power to come back.”

When it’s phrased like that… Nesta purses her lips, thinking.

“Fine,” she finally decides. “Let’s go.”

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Nesta strips off her jeans almost as soon as she enters the cabin. Much to Cassian’s pride and pleasure, this leaves her wearing only one of his old sweatshirts. Meanwhile, Gwyn and Emerie stand around awkwardly in the middle of the living area without knowing what to do next.

“Make yourselves at home.” Cassian grins at them. “Do you need anything? Food? Drinks?”

“Stop worrying,” Nesta groans. “We don’t need to be mothered.”

“I totally hear you,” he nods. “I’ll make cookies.” And maybe some hot drinks. It’s supposed to be a birthday party, after all.

Just then, Azriel appears at the top of the stairs in a dark hoodie and sweats. He’s halfway down the steps when he notices the living room full of girls and promptly turns around.

Cassian calls his name before he can escape. “Want to help me out in the kitchen?”

“No, thanks,” Az says over his shoulder, leaving Cassian alone to play host.

While Gwyn and Emerie admire the cabin (“There’s a gym down the hallway and a library upstairs,” Nesta points out to them), Cassian gathers baking ingredients in the kitchen. He rarely eats desserts or junk food, much less makes them, but surely he can manage a snack for the girls.

When he returns to the living room half an hour later with cookies and mugs of hot chocolate, the coffee table has been moved out of the way and replaced with a spread of blankets and pillows. The fire crackles hotly enough that Gwyn and Emerie have joined Nesta in discarding any extra clothing articles, and they all cheer from the couch when they spy the food.

“Goddamn,” Emerie whistles at the platter of cookies on Nesta’s lap. “Nesta told us you were a catch, Mr. Madani, but she didn’t tell us she got the full housewife package.”

“Shut up.” Nesta shoves a cookie into Emerie’s mouth and passes Gwyn some hot chocolate. Any toughness vanishes when she looks back at Cassian. “Thank you,” she mouths, and he answers by smoothing out her ponytail.

Satisfied with his work and feeling guilty for crashing the girls’ fun, he’s about to call it a night when he feels a tug at his pants. Nesta is looking up at him with eyes that ask him to stay. Cassian glances nervously to Gwyn and Emerie, who are arguing about what movie to watch from his extensive streaming collection, and glances back to Nesta. Are you sure? he asks her silently.

She nods, but it isn’t until Gwyn says, “Just sit down, you’re blocking the TV,” that he indeed sits his ass down on the floor by Nesta’s feet.

A short tug of war between Gwyn and Emerie results in Emerie getting the remote. She blows a hair triumphantly out of her face. “No Planet Earth documentary for you, then,” she says.

Gwyn sits back, grumbling, “You’d think I’d get treated better on my damn birthday.” Nesta adds, “I like documentaries.”

“You’ll like The Proposal even more,” Emerie refutes, scrolling through the TV.

The smell of melting chocolate chips must invade the rest of the cabin, because not long after the movie begins, Cassian catches Azriel sneaking downstairs. As subtle as a shadow, no one even notices him until he plucks up a cookie from the side table by Nesta.

She slides her eyes over to him without turning her head. “You look like a punk with your hood up,” she snorts. “What are you, fifteen?”

From the floor, Cassian withholds a sigh.

Az shoots her a dark look, clearly not appreciating the attention brought to his presence. “Don’t be a little shit,” he warns in a low tone. He reaches for another cookie and Nesta bats his hand away. “Those aren’t for you,” she hisses.

“Can we please not—” Cassian tries.

Az glares and goes for the cookie again. Nesta smacks him back, which results in a slap fight that is only interrupted by Gwyn pleading, “Guys, we’re missing Sandra Bullock!”

Nesta pulls away, looking apologetic, and Az flushes pink. “Sorry,” he mutters. But he snatches up three cookies with a final look at Nesta and goes to sit in the armchair on the other side of the room.

Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie get cozy once more, quickly forgetting that Az is there. Emerie stretches her brown legs out across Gwyn’s lap like a cat. Nesta drapes her own leg over Cassian’s shoulder without warning. He turns around to meet her eyes, surprised, but she’s already intently focused on the movie. Smiling faintly to himself, he reaches up to brush her skin. It probably looks to everyone else like she owns him head to toe.

One thing Cassian quickly learns about the girls is that they simply can’t sit still. Even Nesta is more restless than usual, and she nearly kicks Cassian in the head more than once while readjusting herself on the couch. Emerie moves to sprawl on the rug. Gwyn sits upside down and watches with her head dangling off the seat.

As for Cassian, he loses all interest in the movie once Nesta joins him and Emerie on the floor, unable to contain her emotions from the couch. He glances between the movie and her face to find what’s making her so giddy, but it’s only the two main characters getting ready for a shower. He lifts a brow in amusement for no one to see, but settles back to watch her face in the glow of the dying fire. He’s waiting for her smile.

Because when Nesta really likes something, she’ll smile, and when she smiles… Everything scrunches up: her nose, her eyes, her cheeks.

On the TV, a naked Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock collide into each other, toppling to the floor. Nesta’s grin makes an appearance, and she slaps Cassian’s thigh in excitement, hard enough to hurt.

He hisses in a sharp breath, but doesn’t say anything or look away. He thinks he might have to kill anyone that refuses to protect the smile on her face right now, no matter who it is.

Once the scene changes, he walks two fingers up her leg to get her attention. “Nesta,” he whispers, unable to help himself.

She glances at him for half a second before looking back to the movie. “What?”

He opens his arms and gestures her closer. Come and let me hold you.

Nesta makes a face. “Don’t embarrass me in front of the girls.”

Cassian’s lips turn down. “You don’t mean that.”

She does. To prove her point, she crawls closer to Emerie and settles down next to her. Gwyn joins them on the floor, and they all huddle together.

When he catches Az staring at him with a hint of revulsion, Cassian coughs off the yearning and rejection and glares right back.

After the movie finishes, Emerie victoriously crushes an empty can of beer in her fist. Cassian has no idea where it came from. “More Sandra!” she demands.

It takes three more movies before Emerie is knocked out cold on the arrangement of blankets and pillows on the floor, Gwyn with her. Nesta eventually came back to Cassian and fell asleep with her arms wrapped around his waist, and Azriel passed out sometime after Miss Congeniality, curled up in the armchair with his fist propping up his head.

Now, Cassian carefully untangles Nesta from himself, nudging her towards Emerie instead. In her sleep, Nesta turns over to clutch the other woman’s arm and mumbles something unintelligible.

Cassian props a pillow gently beneath her head and picks up another one, throwing it harder than he needs to at Azriel’s face. “Get up,” he hisses.

Az jerks out of his sleep, looking around the dim room in confusion. Cursing lowly, he pushes himself out of his seat and scrubs a hand through his hair. “What time is it?”

“Three.” Cassian pulls a comforter over Nesta and Emerie’s shoulders.

Az crouches and picks up the other side of the comforter, adjusting it over Gwyn’s body. Cassian thinks he might see a frown cross his face for half a second, but then Az is standing up and brushing off his clothes.

After turning off the TV, the guys head for their rooms. “I didn’t think three grown women could be so... much,” Az says as they climb up the stairs.

Cassian huffs a laugh. “We were like that when we were younger, too.”

“Yeah, but we were teenagers.”

They reach the hallway. “I don’t know about the others,” Cassian says thoughtfully, “but Nesta never got to be a normal kid.” She barely got to be a normal adult. And in a couple of short years, she’ll be working her ass off at some prestigious firm and won’t have time for simple things like sleepovers anymore.

Cassian selfishly hopes he can give Nesta all the normalcy he can before that happens.

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a/n: i’m gonna do my best in future chapters to give cassian depth beyond just his relationship with nesta 🥴 but first, be on the lookout for a gwynriel bonus scene :)

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[andilovetowrite]

Controlled Freakiness (P.P x Reader)

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

This can be read as a continuation of Initial Shyness, or as a stand-alone.

Summary: Confessions are cute, right? Especially when you have been waiting for years to say it out loud. But what happens when the initial shyness wears off? And we all know Peter isn’t as innocent as he seems ;)

Warnings: Mention of blood and knives. Also some suggestiveness and making out. Nothing too graphic though. A couple of bad words here and there as well.

Word Count: 3.4k

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If someone told you that one day, you and Peter Parker would be caught making out in your bedroom, you would’ve laughed at them. But...as it turns out, they wouldn’t have been too wrong about that.

Let’s go back to about five months ago, on the rooftop of Peter’s apartment, where he had met you with a bouquet of red roses and an even redder face …

5 months ago

“Why-why would yo-is this-u” you tried to speak, with little success. You could feel your face heat up in embarrassment, so you just stared at the flowers in Peter’s hands.

“I-uh really, um like you Y/N. Like more than an a-a friend. And much more than a best friend. I know yo-you may not like me back, but I couldn’t keep it in any longer-”

You know it’s rude to interrupt someone when they are speaking. But you couldn’t hear any other word come out of his mouth because otherwise, you would’ve melted. So you did the next best thing. You kissed him. Hard.

His words got caught in his throat as his lips met yours. And for a second, you were worried you went too far, pulling back. But as soon as he felt you doing that, his hands went to your hair, pulling you flush against him, kissing you back with fervour.

You wish you could’ve stopped time. Right there. During a beautiful sunset, on the roof surrounded by rose petals, and with Peter in your arms. And in your mouth. But sadly, you needed air to breathe, so you pulled away, probably looking like a fish straight out of the water. Opening your eyes, you could see Peter’s face. His pupils were dilated, and his entire face was a pink hue. His lips were plump and red but pulled up in a lovesick smile.

You knew you had the same expression on your face. Smiling softly, you looked at Peter, and at the same time, you both said.

“I really like you.”

“I really like you.”

Anyway, so that was probably one of the highlights of your day, but possibly one of the happiest days in your dad’s life. His little apprentice/almost son kissed and confessed to his only daughter. It couldn’t have worked out better. No boy would ever be good enough for you, and no ordinary girl would be good enough for Peter. So naturally, he was thrilled to hear that you two were now a couple.

And that’s why you wished he didn’t have to be the first one to walk in on you and Peter. So that brought you to the infamous Saturday that was now known as the Satisfying Saturday...

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Friday, 8:00 pm, Avenger’s Compound

“Hey Y/N”, Peter called out, walking through the open window. His Spidey suit was cut loose in different places, and the minute he stepped in, his mask disappeared, showing his tired and bruised face.

“What the heck Pete?”, you shouted, jumping up from your bed. “What happened? How did I not get an alert?”

Peter looked down sheepishly, which then made you realise that he was still standing on the roof.

“Peter! Get down, and tell me what happened?!” You pointed down sternly, letting him jump on the floor, wincing as he hit his leg. Running to the first aid kit you kept in your room for times like these, you picked up some hydrogen peroxide and cotton pads, letting Peter sit down on your bed.

“So, tell me, Peter? What was it this time? You asked, dabbing the disinfectant on his face first. He flinched as you pressed it, hissing softly as the pad made contact with his skin. Shushing softly, you focused on cleaning his wounds, moving your thumb over them to soothe them.

“Y/N, you know, it wasn’t as bad-”

“Really Pete? You are bleeding like a fire hydrant. Why didn’t Karen update my dad or the tower? Or me?”

“Yeah um, about that, I disabled the Careless Boyfriend command”, he said, looking at you expectantly. You scratched your head, scoffing.

“It was a great device! Plus, who do you think makes the suits with Mr Stark?” Leaning back, you grabbed some antiseptic cream, putting it over his face. “So, you still have to tell me whose ass to kick when I go out on patrol..”

“Actually, it was-”

“Wait, let me guess...old lady with a ferocious cat, both of whom thought you were a creepy Comic-Con freak!” Laughing slightly at the pout on his face, you pressed the tiny spider on his chest, watching as the suit untightened, falling from his body effortlessly. Now, usually, his abs and glowing skin would distract you for a bit, but it was different this time. Dark red blood oozed out from deep cuts on his abdomen, falling on the bed around him. Your eyes widened as they roamed over his injuries.

“Peter! Wha- what did they use? A normal knife wouldn’t cut you like this!” Peter’s face scrunched up in pain as he remembered it, but seeing the look on your face, he grabbed your hand, nodding at you.

“It-it’s fine Y/N. Um, actually, they were using some suspicious-looking gadgets, so yo-you have to tell Mr Stark about it so-”

“No Pete, I mean, I’ll tell dad about this, but first I gotta get you to the infirmary. Holy crap…” you rambled, pulling his suit off.

“Baby, if you wanted my clothes off, you could have just said”, Peter said, smirking at you. Hitting his arm, you glared at him playfully.

“Watch it Parker. I could leave you here!”, you said, throwing the suit into the wash, mentally reminding yourself to make him a more durable suit. Grabbing him, you made him hobble out of your room. In the light of the tower, you can see how fagged out he was looking.

“Hey princes- what the heck happened to you Peter?!”, you dad asked, walking over to the two of you. Taking some of Peter’s weight, he called out to F.R.I.D.A.Y, asking her to call the nearest medics. “How did this happen, Pete?”

“Well, I think it wassss-”, Peter began, but slumped down after a couple of seconds, falling in your arms.

“Dad! What do I do?”

“It’s fine, he’ll be okay, lets just get him to the clinic, um- Steve! Help us out with Spiderboy here”

Carrying him, you got him to the doctors, watching as his wounds already started to patch themselves up. Metal gadgets ran over his body as your dad spoke to the head medic, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“What happened to him?”, you asked. It wasn’t the worst Peter had seen, but you had never seen him pass out before due to a cut.

“Um, so we are detecting some slight substances in his bloodstream, but we are working on removing it.”

“What substances?”, Tony asked, inhaling sharply.

“We aren’t sure yet, but the results should come in about a day.”, the doctor said, looking back at Peter, “As for Spiderman, he should take a couple days off.” He then looked at you. “Did Peter say anything at all about the weapons?”

You shook your head, thinking back. “Nothing much, except for that they were looking suspicious. Maybe the team can go and track back where Peter was patrolling, you know? To see if they can catch the guys who hurt him?”

Tony nodded, as he went back to the living room, probably to call all the Avengers. Trailing after him, you ran to get your suit, but was stopped halfway. “Hey, Tiny Stark, why don’t you stay with Spiderboy. To make sure he is fine?” Natasha asked, glancing at Tony as he slightly nodded his head.

“But you might need help?”

“We’ll be fine. Plus, if these are as dangerous as Peter said, then we wouldn’t want you getting injured. Best you stay here” Dejectedly saying yes, you bid them goodbye.

“Oh, and have fun with the kid. He is pretty hot, and I know you can hit that”, Nat said, winking at you.

Smiling shakily, you stepped back, watching as they left the tower, leaving only you and Peter back.

Fast forward to about 3 long hours later, Peter finally woke up, looking much better. “Y/N? What happened, where’s Mr-”

“Gone out to track down those guys, and they won’t be back till tomorrow”, you said, glancing at your comms. “Said that they were following them to the base”

Peter nodded, looking drowsy. “Can-can I please get some food?”

Smiling at him, you quickly checked if he was ready to be discharged before you got him up. A bit unsteady on his feet, Peter followed you to the living room, falling on the couch. “Whatcha want Pete? A sandwich, or some pasta?”

“Popcorn...caramel please.”

You laughed, grabbing some from the cupboard marked Movie Nights. “Really? You need protein!” Peter didn’t say anything, instead of looking at you with his famous puppy eyes as he pouted. “Fine fine! You win”

Smiling at you, he opened his arms. Hesitantly, you crawled into them, making sure not to apply pressure on his stomach. Times like these were rare. Sure, you and Peter were a couple, but PDA was little at the towers and you two were some of the shyest people when it came to displaying affection in front of people. So you relished times like these when you could just be close to Peter.

“So Peter, what movi-”

*Snore*

*Snore*

Amused, you peered back at him, your heart-melting when you saw Peter fast asleep, his arms wrapped around you and his head lolled back against the cushions. Shrugging to yourself, you quietly switched off the lights, getting up carefully, but almost immediately being pulled back.

“Petey, I gotta get up”, you whispered softly.

“Nuh uh, nope”, he said, his chocolate brown eyes sleepily staring at you, “stay here”

So you stayed. And it was one of the best nights of sleep you had ever had. Little did you know though, tomorrow would be one of the most interesting days of your life.

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“Good morning Y/N Stark and Peter Parker. I just wanted to inform you that the furniture replacement dudes are on their way up. For Mr Parker’s identity to be kept secret, I would advise you to make your way to the individual rooms or the medbay.” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s automated voice floated through the air, waking you up.

Peter began stirring lightly from under you, making you sit up. His light brown curls sat on his forehead, falling into his eyes. He started mumbling words under his breath as he sat up, rubbing his eyes roughly.

“Ugh drool”, he muttered, wiping his mouth.

Leaning towards him, you brushed his hair out of his face. “Well, good morning to you too Mr Parker”

“Ms Stark, good morning”, Peter said, pulling you into his arms once more. Smiling, you hoped he wouldn’t see your face, as you push your face onto the couch. Pulling back just enough to see him, you leaned down to brush your lips against his, softly at first. Peter sighed into your mouth, and met back up with fevor, his hands tangling themselves in your hair. You could’ve stayed there, but Peter let go, his head still leaning against yours.

“As much as I would love to spend the rest of my day like this, w-we have to get up”, you said, hearing the guys come up the elevator, “like right now Peter!”

Jumping up, you both ran, laughing at F.R.I.D.A.Y as she tried to slow down the elevator without breaking it. “Oh and by the way, how did F.R.I.D.A.Y. learn to say, dudes?”

“Who do you think works with Mr Stark on Friday?”, Peter asked, referring to what you said yesterday to him. Which made you remember his wound.

“How’s your stomach?”, you asked, wanting to pull his shirt up and find out, but way too awkward to do it.

“It’s perfectly fine. Kinda bruised by the feels of it, but the cuts have gone..”, he said, walking back to your room. “When’s the team heading back?”

“Uh, I’m not sure actually, let me just-”, you said, calling Tony up. “Hey Dad, how’s the mission? Find anything yet?”

“Oh, hey sweetheart, uh, can’t talk right now”, Tony grunted as gunshots were heard from behind him, “but we’ll be home by tonight. How’s ugh, um Peter?”

“Oh yeah, Peter’s fine. We’ll probably just watch some movies or something. Do you need anything? Food, rations, help?”

“Esteemed Daughter, who are you talking to? I’m Iron Man, I don’t need any helppppp”, your dad yelled as the sound of metal was his before the line got cut. Peter looked at you with wide eyes, his face shocked.

“Will Mr Stark be okay?”

“Yeah, he will...probably. Nat will call in a bit anyway, so let’s just wait”, you said, jumping on your bed. Patting the place next to you, you watched as Peter shed his shirt, walking over to your bed in his grey sweatpants. Inhaling sharply, you pushed away any thoughts that were coming into your mind as Peter laid down, his arm going around you as he kissed your cheek.

God, you wish he would kiss you somewhere else.

Shaking your head, you asked, “So, which movie should we watch?”

“Um, how about...Hunger Games?”, he asked, slyly grinning at you. Damn him, he knew it was your favourite “nerd” movie. Nodding at him with a grin, you switched it on, falling back onto Peter as the movie started.

Sadly, you weren’t able to focus on the movie too much. Because you were too focused on your boyfriend next to you. Due to the fact that he was an Avenger like you, the timings for the two of you were cramped. With college, and patrolling, there were very different lifestyles the two of you led. As best friends you used to be inseparable but as a couple? Oh, it was a completely different story.

Whenever you two were alone, someone would always interrupt you. Whether it was May at Peter’s place or Ned at school, there was not a single minute the two of you could just hang out. So naturally, you two hadn’t gone to second base. Or even 1.5th place. But today, with the tower absolutely empty, you couldn’t say that your mind didn’t wander. And the clip of Katniss and Peeta making on the screen didn’t help either. So you said something you weren’t too happy about…

“Peter, I wanna jump your bones right now”

“Wha-uh, huh? Y-you wanna do wh-um, jump m-my bones...Uh, I don’t- uh what?!” Peter stuttered, his face bright red. But you were too far down that lane so you just nodded.

“Yeah dude” Peter didn’t say anything again, his eyes glassing over as he stared at you. “Fine...but couldIkissyouabitmorethanusualplease?”

“Uh ye-yeah, if if you want to?”, Peter said, his face flushed pink as he stared at you, adoration in his eyes. Smiling at him with what you hoped with an “I-wanna-make-out-with-you” look, you moved next to him, your face hovering about his. Kissing him lightly at first, it grew deep as Peter grunted softly under you, capturing your lips between his teeth. Suddenly, he grabbed you, pulling you down under him. Now he was the one over you, and when your hand went to his hair, he let out the softest of sounds. But you heard it...and god did it get a reaction out of you.

Now, if you were in your right mind, you would go and put a sock in the door, or tell F.R.I.D.A.Y. to disable the elevator to your level. But you were too preoccupied with a certain someone to even bother about that. That is how this entire whole thing started.

Coming back to you and Peter making on your bed, your legs were thrown over his waist as he pulled you to him, your back hovering off the bed. Oh, the joys of having a superhero boyfriend. Anyway, just as he was about to leave your lips to trail kisses down your neck...the door opened.

You didn’t hear the door open though. What you did hear was the multitude of voices, and your dad’s one the loudest.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!”

You couldn’t blame him. It did look bad. With Peter not wearing his shirt and his back bare, it looked like he wasn’t wearing any clothes since our lower bodies were under your cover. Peter also covered you the minute he heard your dad’s voice, which further implied that you both were very very naked.

“DAD!”

“MR STARK!”

You stared at your dad, noticing now that the entire team was standing outside the door, their breaths held and eyes peering. “It-it’s not what it looks like! I promise…”

“Peter, get the hell out of my daughter”, your dad said calmly, his eyes looking everywhere else but at us.

“Dad, he isn’t i-in me. Look!”, you said, pulling the cover’s off you two to show your very covered legs.

“Fine, at least I won’t become a grandfather tonight. But why were you on my daughter Mr Parker?”

Poor Peter, he looked like he was about to faint. “Uh, Mr Stark w-we were just um, hugging? Tightly-”

“With what? Your mouths?”, Sam called out, laughing with Bucky.

“Not now Sam!” you yelled, shooting them a glare.

“Now, I don’t care what you do...but don’t you dare touch my daughter in a harmful way. Got it Parker?”

“Y-yes Mr St-Stark. I won’t, I love your daughter t-too much”

Looking at Peter, your eyes filled with love as you hugged him, kissing him softly. “Aw, I love you too Pete...even if you tried to fuck me right now!”

“WHAT?!”

“Kidding kidding. Anyway, let’s get outta here...please!”

Tony scoffed, turning around but then glanced at Peter. “Take care of your “little” problem before you come downstairs, Peter.”

“Huh? Oh…”, Peter said, hurriedly covering up himself. Giggling, you tried to go closer but were pulled back by your dad.

“Nuh-uh. He’s gonna take care of it. By. Him. Self.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked out, winking at Peter before you walked out. Catching up with the rest of the group, they all grinned at you, making you worried. “What?”, you asked, backing away slightly.

“I think we can all call this day a…”

“Satisfying Saturday!”, they all yelled out, with Natasha bumping shoulders with you and Steve shaking his head behind her.

You sighed, copying Steve. “This isn’t gonna go away, is it?”

“Nope”, Thor said, laughing loudly.

And it didn’t. But thank god they only caught you making out. The next time Peter and you were caught, it was much much worse. But that’s a story for another time.

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Ooh, that was the longest fic I’ve ever written, but boy, was it a fun one to write. Thanks so much for reading it, and if you liked this one, you can be added to the Taglist for the Caught By Them series. My requests are also open if you have any ideas, but if not, then see you next time!

BTW: Spent about 20 min trying to figure out the type of disinfectant used to treat stab wounds. That’s 20 minutes I’ll never get back, but if I ever do get into a fight, at least I’ll know what treatment to use…

Tagging some people from my last series in case they would enjoy this one :)

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[twinklelilstarkey]

could we get more of good girl and rafe pleasseee?? i’m a sucker for the good girl/bad boy trope. like her getting upset about him getting in fights and cleaning him up I DIE

A/N: Wasn’t sure on what type of ‘upset’ you meant, so I made her a lil mad at him. Hope it’s okay.

Bruises - Rafe Cameron [GoodGirl!Reader]

Words: 1.4k+

Type: Mostly fluff

Warnings: Female!Reader. Mentions of bruises and blood.

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

You roll in your bed, mind completely occupied with the show that you’re watching. A stupid smile has spread over your features as the main character finally does what she has been planning on doing the whole season.

A knock on your window makes you jump in your bed and look over your shoulder to look it beside you. You frown while sitting up and grab your phone to check the time, 4am.

What in the hell...

Another harsh knock makes you jump in your feet and finally make your way to the curtains. You pull them way hesitatingly and sigh in relief at the sight of Rafe scrolling through his contacts, probably to call you.

You put your phone down and unlock the window, making the blonde look up from his phone at you. You slide the window open and he puts his phone back on his pocket.

It’s extremely dark in your backyard, so if it wasn’t for the dim lighting from the street lights, you would’ve thought it was a serial killer.

Good thing for street lights, uh?

You step back to let Rafe climb your home’s wall like a complete monkey and make his way inside your room with ease. Something he has mastered with much practice.

“What are you-” You start but as soon as he stands straight and looks down at you, you freeze.

“Do I look that bad?” He asks and tries to reach for your arm, making you step back.

The shocked look falls from your face and a scowl forms almost instantly.

“Just sit down” You order him while crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Rafe carefully does as told and you make your way out of the bedroom and down the stairs of your house to grab the med-kit.

While you’re absent, Rafe looks around your familiar room and finds a mirror. He stares at his own reflection and cringes at the sight.

“Fuck” He whispers under his breath.

No wonder you were upset just by looking at his face. He has a small trail of blood coming out from his nose, a cut above his left eyebrow and on his lip, and a bruise forming on his jaw, close to his ear.

He looks down at his hands and the sight is not any better. His knuckles are bruised and his fingers are stained with dry blood.

You come back inside the room and don’t even him spare him a look. You close the door as silently as you can, turning the lock this time, just in case your parents get any ideas to check on you at 4 in the morning.

You walk towards your bed, where Rafe is sitting and you start opening the plastic box so you can pull out all possible disinfectants for his wounds.

“I’m so-” He tries to say but you stop him.

“You promised me, Rafe” You say, finally looking at him, “No more fights”

He gives you a sad glance and you look down at your hands, opening the new pack of cotton balls. Something you’ve had to purchase more and more recently, all because of Rafe.

“I know, but I- Shit. The guy was saying so many things and I couldn’t just not do anything” He tries to justify and you shake your head, “I’m sorry”

You walk away from the med-kit with everything you need in your hands and stand in front of him. Rafe leans back and you take your usual seat over his lap, straddling his legs.

The boy in front of you almost sighs in relief as you do it, since in his mind it shows him how you don’t completely hate him, but it doesn’t take long before he’s hit with the amazing feeling of rubbing alcohol over a fresh wound. 

“Ow, owww” He repeats in pain at you, “More gentle, please”

You pull your hand away from his face and send him a glare.

“Right, sorry. You can keep going” He corrects himself and you move your hand back to his face.

Rafe closes his eyes to try and not show the pain he really is in as you continue to rub the cotton ball over the wound, that seems to need a lot of cleaning, carelessly. 

You throw the used cotton ball into your crash beside your desk, which is still completely occupied with your late night study notes, and when you look back at Rafe, he’s already staring.

“Are you mad at me?” He questions.

“Am I not allowed to?”

It’s rare for Rafe to see you mad at him, since, when it happens, it usually doesn’t last that much time (thankfully). But, if he had to be honest, he finds you cute whenever you glare at him, but also intimidating when you actually use words against him.

He doesn’t say it out loud, though. He likes to live.

You look away from him and start laying another product over the new cotton ball. He sees you do everything while sitting on his lap, completely lost in your thoughts as you do it. Still holding that frown, even though now mixed with your usual one of concentration.

You look up and grab his chin to hold his face in place. You fight the urge to warn him about how much it will sting, and press the cotton ball over his lip.

Rafe moves his head away as a reflex.

“Motherfucker, dude. That hurt!” He curses and you can’t help but let a chuckle escape your mouth.

He looks down at you and you cover your mouth to hide your smile. You’re supposed to hate him for now. Remember that.

“Is my suffering that entertaining to you?” He asks, playfully poking your side.

“In these type of days, yes”

Before he could say or do anything else, you grab his face again and this time he prepares himself mentally for what’s to come. 

You’re quick with your dabs and swaps with the cotton ball, which almost makes Rafe want to scream a ‘thank you’. You clean his bloody nose and bloody knuckles just as quick, and before you could even tell, you were finished.

“I’ll go get you some ice” You say while throwing the last bloody cotton ball to the trash.

Rafe’s, now, warm hands hold your hips down to his lap so you don’t get up and you send him a confused look. He wraps his arm around you and snuggles into the crook of your neck, catching you by surprise.

“Thank you” He whispers against your skin and squeezes you close to him.

You do the same and wrap your arms on top of his shoulders, pulling him to you. Rafe relaxes all his muscles in that same second and closes his eyes, smoothing himself while holding you.

“I’m sorry, again” You hear him whisper.

“You don’t need to say sorry, Rafe. I just get worried when you get in fights” You whisper back to him.

“I know, I know”

You two stay like this for some time and you let him be the first to pull away, but it seems like he’s not even thinking about letting you go this soon.

“Did the guy deserve it?” You ask him as you look at the wall of your room, leaning your head against his cheek.

Rafe chuckles against you and squeezes you even more.

“Of course, he did”

“Than I’m not mad anymore” You say playfully and he laughs at you.

His chest moves against yours as he does it and you smile at the sound of his cackles. 

He sighs when calmer and gives you a small squeeze against him.

“God, I don’t deserve you” He whispers.

You pull your head away from his shoulder at you hear his words and take a quick look at him.

“Of course, you do” You tell him, making him give you a soft look with a small grin, “You deserve me and more”

He chuckles slightly with a sad smile and you kiss the corner of his lips, pressing a lot of pecks over his skin.

“I need to go get you ice, now” You tell him and he nods, slowly releasing you for his hold.

As you’re about to get up, he leans forward to give you a kiss and you pull away as dramatically as you can while shaking your head.

“Nuh-uh mister. Not when your lip looks like that” You say while pointing at his wounded lip.

His shoulders fall and you get up from his lap, letting him fall on his back on your bed in defeat.

“I’ll be right back” You say while leaning down at him and kissing the center of his forehead lovingly. “Pick a movie while I’m not here, yeah?”

Hope you liked this! 🥰

And YES! Good girl x Bad boy trope is one of the superior tropes!!! It’s so goooood!

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 15

Request: Yes or No

Nebula and Tonys friendship was v cute and we deserved to see Tony be a dad to her. This feels v short so I'm sorry

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"Maybe some company will do you good, (Y/N)." Natasha said softly, rubbing your arm. You stayed silent, staring at the table. Rhodes had offered you your old room back but you couldn't give him an answer. Your gaze shifted to the glass of water, brows furrowing when the water in the glass began to move. Natasha followed your gaze.

"I'm not doing that." You said softly, glancing at her. Steve entered the room, heading towards the exit.

"Something's coming." He called. Rhodes and Bruce quickly followed him out. You stood up, doing the same. You walked out onto the field, seeing Pepper staring up at a ship. You watched the woman set it down, looking back at you all. Steve ran forward, helping Tony off the ship. Pepper sobbed, running forward as well. You turned, walking back towards the facility.

"Great, the douchebag survived." You muttered, opening the door and sitting back down. You knew loss would come with trying to save the world but you didn't expect to lose everyone you loved. Clint and Natasha were still around but they were grieving as well.

"(Y/N), this is Carol Danvers, a friend of Fury." Natasha said as she entered the room. You turned to look at the blonde, giving a small nod. You watched as Rhodes pulled up images of everyone who had been lost to catch Tony up. Your gaze dropped onto the table when you saw your friends images appear.

"World governments are in pieces. He did.. He did exactly what he was planning to do. He wiped out.. 50 percent of all living creatures." Natasha explained, voices getting softer. You took in a shakey breath, sitting up and glancing at everyone. You made eye contact with Tony. He was skinny and weak but he held sadness in his eyes.

"Is Barton..?" Tony trailed off.

"Clint survived... Laura and the kids are gone." You told him, voice threatening to crack. Tony inhaled deeply, nodding.

"Where is Thanos? Where is he now?" Tony asked, looking at Steve. Steve frowned.

"We don't know. He just.. Opened a portal and walked through." Steve said, staring down at the floor. Tony hummed, turning to look at Thor.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's pissed. He thinks he failed. Which, yeah he did but so did the rest of us." The talking raccoon, Rocket, said. You didn't have enough energy to question how a raccoon ended up in space, much less question how it could talk.

"Honestly, until this exact last second, I thought you were a build-a-bear." Tony said, looking at him.

"Maybe I am." Rocket muttered in a tired and defeated tone.

"Thanos has been missing for three weeks now. We've got nothing. Tony, you fought him."

"Who told you that? No, he wiped my face with a planet while the magician gave away the stone. That's what happened. There was no fight-"

"Okay, okay.. Did he give you any clues?" Steve asked. Tony blew some raspberries, shrugging. You sighed at his childish response.

"I had a vision. I didn't want to believe it.. Thought I was dreaming-"

"Tony, I need you to focus."

"-And I needed you. As in past tense. That trumps what you need. You know what I need?" Tony knocked over some glasses, standing up from his wheelchair. "I need to shave."

"Tony, Tony, stop." Rhodes approached him as Tony ripped off his IV needle.

"What we needed was a suit of armour around the world! Remember that? Whether it impacted our precious freedoms or not." Tony looked over everyone.

"Your project got Sokovia destroyed and ruined." You reminded him, finger running over the rim of the glass cup. Tony began stumbling as he argued with Steve, stumbling towards him. He ripped off the Arc reactor, putting it in Steve's hand before falling to the ground. He fainted afterwards so Rhodes and Steve got him to the medical unit.

"This is such a shitshow. I'm going home." You said, standing up and picking up the glass. Natasha turned towards you.

"Stay for a little longer-"

"For what? So I can be told nothing's gonna bring back by family? My best friends? I had nothing then I had something and now I have nothing again." You flinched when the cup shattered, pieces of glass and water landing on the ground. You sighed softly, taking the shards stuck in your skin out.

"Sorry. I'll clean this up." You mumbled, using your other hand to get the water off the floor. Carol blinked, watching in surprise. You opened one of the cabinets, pulling out the first aid kit. You turned your head when Carol stood beside you.

"Hey." You breathed out, running your hand under water to wash away some of the blood. Carol picked up the antibiotic cream, using a cotton ball to dab it onto your cuts. You didn't really feel like healing yourself.

"I'm sorry you lost so many people." She said quietly, picking up the bandages and wrapping them around your hand.

"Well, shit happens." You looked at your bandaged palm, sighing softly.

"I lost two best friends." Carol said, leaning against the counter.

"Nick and Monica, the daughter of a good friend." Carol looked at you, arms crossing.

"Sams' sister calls nonstop and I don't know what to tell her. She has two toddlers, both parents passed away, and she's a widow. How can I tell her that her older brother turned into dust and I couldn't do anything to save him? Dad and I can't even look at each other without noticing how empty the house feels. I wake up everyday hoping it was all a nightmare but then I don't hear Laura telling the kids to get up or Clint going on about teaching Lila archery." You looked away from her, eyes watering. Carol placed a gentle hand on your arm, giving it a light squeeze.

"You did what you could. What you have to do now is be there for the people who are still here. Your friends sister needs you. She needs someone familiar. Someone close to Sam and someone who was there in his last moments." Carol said, watching you.

"You'll never get back up if you keep knocking yourself down." She said softly. You let out a shakey sigh, nodding and sniffling. Carol offered you a napkin, patting your back before she walked away. You wiped away your tears and splashed some water on your face, patting your face dry. You turned and grabbed the broom and collector, taking care of the glass. You put the first aid kit away as Carol re-entered the room with Natasha and Steve following.

"Hey, we usually do things as a team here." Natasha said as Carol spun around to look at her.

"We realize up there is your territory but this is our fight too." Steve added.

"Do you even know where he is?" Rhodes asked, head tilting. Carol shrugged lightly.

"I know people who might."

"Don't bother." You looked at the blue android girl, Nebula.

"I can tell you where Thanos is." She revealed. The humans glanced at each other before gathering in the office to hear what she had to say. You leaned against the doorway, semi interested.

"Thanos spent a long time trying to perfect me. When he worked he talked about his great plan. Even disassembled I wanted to please him.. I'd ask where we would go once his plan was complete. His answer was always the same." Nebula turned her head to look at everyone. "To the garden."

"That's cute. Thanos has a retirement plan." Rhodes mumbled as Rocket climbed onto the table, making a hologram of Earth appear.

"When Thanos snapped his fingers, Earth became ground zero for ridiculously high cosmic proportions. Nobody's ever seen anything like it." Rocket said, making the hologram change to a different planet.

"Until two days ago on this planet." Rocket motioned to the planet shown. Nebula nodded, leaning forward.

"He used the stones again." Natasha whispered. Everyones attention shifted onto the planet.

"You can count me out. I have a therapy session soon." You called, turning around and walking down the steps.

"You go to therapy?" Rhodes asked, brows furrowing as he turned to face you.

"Yeah, it's called napping."

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You entered the house, taking in a deep breath. Neither you or Clint dared clean up the place. Everything was left exactly how it had been left after Thanos snapped his fingers. You entered the livingroom, gaze landing on the metal on the ground. You sighed softly, picking up the monitor. Clint had broken it. Clint not following the rules of his house arrest was probably the least of the governments problems. You tossed it onto the couch, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge.

"Beer, beer, beer, leftovers, beer." You mumbled as you sorted through the fridge. You shut the fridge, looking at the drawings and pictures pinned to it with magnets. You swallowed, leaving the kitchen. You stepped over the Legos on the ground, going to the front door. You watched as Clint drew an arrow, shooting it at a target in the distance. All Clint did was practice. Probably to get his mind off things.

"Should I head into town for food?" You called out. Clint stayed silent so you took it as a no. You took out your phone, looking at the contact.

Sarah Wilson

You watched it ring, guilt creeping into your heart. You sighed, licking your lips and answering.

"Hello?"

"Oh, thank god! I've been trying to reach you for the past few weeks. I haven't heard anything yet about Sam and the others. How is Sam? Is he with you?"

"Sam.." You started, biting down on your lip as you shut your eyes. You let out a heavy sigh, taking a seat on the stairs.

"I should explain everything in person, Sarah. I'm not gonna make you wait until I get to Louisiana. Sam.. He, uh.. He didn't make it. I'm s-sorry." You sniffled, hearing a soft gasp leave Sarah.

"Oh, God.." She whispered.

"I-I'll stop by. I tell you everything but.. Sam.. Sam was a hero until the end." You said softly, hearing the kids in the background. You were relieved she wasn't completely alone.

"C-Could you just stay with me on the phone?" Sarah asked softly.

"Yeah, of course." You replied, answering her softly cry.

"What the hell am I gonna do now? Half the folks in town are gone and.." Sarah sniffled. You listened to her soft sniffles and sobs, sighing softly.

"I'm not gonna leave you, Sarah. Sam would have my head if I did." You smiled softly, hearing her chuckle.

"Thank you."

[empower-bi-women]

Hi! In case you write for Tim Drake, I’d love if you could write a smut in which Tim and the reader have known each other for long and the sexual tension is obvious but none of them ever acted upon it until now. Thank you very much.

That pesky sexual tension 

Summery: Hi! In case you write for Tim Drake, I’d love if you could write a smut in which Tim and the reader have known each other for long and the sexual tension is obvious but none of them ever acted upon it until now. Thank you very much.

Warnings: SMUT so if you’re not 18 begone thot, spanking, teasing, dirty talk, cheesy writing? 

A/N: I tried to be a little more cute with this one so let me know what you think. And to the anon who requested this I’m sorry it took so long I hope you like it! Also this is my first ask!! So sorry if the format is a little strange I’m still trying to figure it out.

Word count: 3041 

“Timothy Drake, I swear to god give me back my book!” you chased him into the kitchen where he ran to the other side of the counter. 

“Why don't you come over here and make me.” He replied with a teasing smile on his face. You lunged forward across the cold counter top to reach for your book. He laughed at your struggle “Come on Y/N you know you never won a fight against me without someone helping you.” 

Shit he had a point you thought, everyone else was out at the store. You gave up, sitting on the counter with you back to him and pouted. Arms crossed looking towards the open door. Laughing he walked over to face you. 

“Aw come on I was just teasing.” he put his arms down on either side of you, trapping you in but you refused to look at him. “Come on look at me,” he leaned down to try and catch your gaze but you just moved your head. “Y/N?” he looked at you with wide eyes before they narrowed, “Y/N look at me.” His voice dropped into that commanding tone he used on patrol. You couldn’t help but look up to meet those blue eyes that bore into yours. The silence in the room was deafening. He leaned in closer and closer until your breath was his. Noses almost brushing. Lips almost touching. He glanced down at your lips. 

The kitchen door burst open causing the two of you to jump apart as the rest of the boys walked in carrying grocery bags, chatting loudly. Dick and Jason froze in the doorway causing Damian to bump into them from behind. 

“Now what do we have here?” Jason asked in a teasing voice. 

“Nothing. Did you get my coffee?” Tim said, his voice back to normal. 

“Did you put it on the list?” Dick asked, shooting you a strange look as you hopped off the counter, “what were you guys doing in here anyway?” 

“Tim took my book right out of my hands so I had to get it back.” You replied.

“Damn I thought you were finally resolving that pesky sexual tension.” Jason said through a mouth full of marshmallows. 

“Jason!” You, Tim, and Dick all yelled out.

“What! This has been going on for way too long. We were all thinking it” He tried to defend himself. 

“We most certainly were not Master Jason,” Alfred came to save the day, “and please refrain from eating all the food before it's even put away.”

He grumbled before putting the bag away. You snached your book away from Tim before walking into the living room to finish reading. 

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“Come on please Y/N just look it up! It won’t even take five minutes.” Tim pleaded with you, hiding a smile on his face.

“I thought you were the computer wiz, do it yourself.” You replied, not looking at him. He grabbed the back of your chair and spun you to face him. Kneeling down he looked in your eyes. “Please?” his voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned in closer, “for me?” 

Your cheeks heated up. “I’m busy right now, go ask someone else.”

“Ok can you just check this one thing please?” 

“Out!” You spun your chair away from him but he still leaned down and pressed a kiss to your head before walking away.  You shook your head trying to clear the thoughts running through your head of the way his forearms flexed as he gripped the chair arms. The way his bright blue eyes looked like they wanted to devour you whole. Ugh this man is going to kill me you thought. 

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That night you were working comms with Barbara in the cave. Things were going smoothly until Tim called in.

 “Hey Oracle, hey angel, can you guys find out who that guy over there is and what he's doing please and thank you.” Your eyes went wide at the nickname he gave you. You could see Barbara looking at you out of the corner of your eye and heard Jason and Dick laughing though the comms. You ignored them as your fingers flew across the keyboard as facial rec worked its magic. 

“His name is Jimmy Figgis. He’s fresh out of bellrev, he was in for drug dealing and black mail.” You said into the comms.

“Well it would be a shame if he got caught red handed doing a deal. He would go back to jail.” Barbara chimed in. 

“Looks like we got a stake out boys.” Dick said.

“It's ok guys, I can stay for the drop.” Tim said, his voice low as he settled in for the night, “I'll have Y/N to keep me company, right angel?”  

“I mean it's not like I have a choice do I.” 

Not even half an hour later Tim started to get bored. And his target was you. Barbara had to leave to take care of some other stuff so you were alone. Tim decided it would be a good idea to switch frequencies and mess with you. 

“Hey Y/N, have you ever thought about us while touching yourself?” 

You spat out your coffee. “What the fuck Timothy!” You heard his laughter on the other side of the line. 

“Well I'm just asking because I know for a fact that Dick thinks of Babs and Jason thinks of Diana sometimes but he would never admit it. And I got curious. Who do you think of?” 

You could practically hear the smile in his voice. “Wouldn't you like to know. You really should focus on the stake out instead of my masturbation habits.” 

“Aw angel I can almost see you blushing from here. You look adorable.” 

“Shut up Tim.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love hearing you say my name? It sounds so sweet I can almost imagine what you would sound like screaming it underneath me.”

You froze. You and Tim had always had a flirtatious relationship but this was a new level entirely. This was dangerous territory. “Don't start things you can't finish Timothy.” Your voice was low. 

“Oh believe me angel I always finish. And I make sure my partner does too.” 

You threw your head back in frustration. “Focus on the stake out and we can continue this later.”

“Is that a promise?”

Before you could reply Bruce’s voice crackled through the comms “Red Robin we’re coming to you.” 

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A few arrests and fight later the bats rolled into the cave. Alfred was on standby with the medical kit but there was no need. You shifted uncomfortably as Tim’s eyes raked over your body, pausing on your legs that were squeezed together, trying and failing to give you relief from the ache in your pussy. He smirked at the site of you waiting for him, all needy. 

“Good job tonight guys. Shower and get some sleep,” Bruce said, taking his cowl off, “I’m looking at you Tim.”

Tim just smiled. You both knew there would be no sleeping tonight. Tim walked over to you, his cowl was off and his dark hair was messy. Fuck he looked good you thought to yourself. The look on his face was calm but you could see something in his eyes. All the years you've known him, you had never seen this look in his eyes. It was dark and lit a fire inside you. 

“Do you still want to do this? Because once we start, I'm not stopping.” his blue eyes stared into yours.

“I believe I have a promise to fulfill.”

He gave you a wicked smile. “I want you upstairs in my room, ten minutes. And no touching yourself.” He tapped your thighs that were pressed together before walking away.

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Your head was a mess by the time you headed up to Tim’s room. You had bid goodnight to the rest of the boys when your phone chimed. Tim had sent you a picture from the shower. Towel low on his hips showing off his v line, water droplets glistening off his abs, and the way his hand gripped his phone showed off all the muscles and veins in his arms. The wetness between your legs grew with every step towards his room. You knocked on his door, the loud sound of your knuckles against the wood echoed throughout the hallway. 

“Come in.” His voice was muffled by the door. You walked in to find him sitting on a chair across from the bed in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. “Lock the door.” His voice was low and commanding, not unlike that day in the kitchen. That same electric energy that you felt then was in the room, now magnified by 100. 

“I'm going to ask you one more time, are you sure you want this?” 

“Yes Tim I’m sure.” 

“Good girl,” the praise sent shivers down your spine, “Take off your clothes and lay down on the bed.” Your heart was beating out of your chest as you slowly took your shirt off. “I don't recommend teasing me angel, it won't work out well for you.” You just smiled as you turned around, taking your pants off while wiggling your ass tauntingly. You didn’t even hear him move before you felt a sharp pain across your backside. You moaned at the contact. 

“Aw does my little angel like pain?” he questioned mockingly before coming down on you again, “I asked you a question Y/N, I expect and answer.” 

“Yes sir.” You heard him laugh behind you. He wrapped his hand in your hair and pulled you up against his warm chest. “Well isn't that a nice surprise. I always knew you had a thing for authority.” His voice was low in your ear. Your head went back to rest on his shoulder as he kissed his way down your neck, sucking and biting the skin there. His movements against your body are slow and calculating. Tim always seemed gentle and calm but the truth is that no one knows how he respresed his emotions, and his needs. But tonight he was going to take whatever he wanted. And you would let him. 

“What do you have to say for yourself?” His hands caressed your skin.

“I’m sorry sir.”

“Sorry for what?”

You took a shallow breath. He was really going to make you work tonight. “For teasing you.” 

He turned you around to face him. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He said softly, brushing your hair out of your face, before kissing your lips gently. Looking into his eyes you could never tell what he was thinking. His face was calm and passive. That is until he let go. And you would do whatever it takes to see him lose control. Even if that meant misbehaving. 

“Get on the bed for me angel.” he kissed your forehead before turning his back on you but you didn’t move. He grabbed a red tie from his desk and turned around, his eyes widening at the sight of you still standing there. “Did you not hear me?” He raised his eyebrows at you, “I said, get on the bed. Now.” 

You could see the annoyance in his eyes. He was starting to slip, you wouldn’t stop now. 

“Make me.” 

Those two words lit a fire in him. He picked you up easily and threw you onto the bed with such force that you bounced. “I told you not to tease me angel.” He growled as he crawled towards you on the bed. He grabbed your ankle and pulled you towards him so he was hovering over you, arm placed next to your head. His hot breath hit your face. “You were being so good angel, what happened? Why are you being a brat now.” 

You whimpered at his words. His hand slipped down to your panties and rubbed a finger up and down your slit ever so lightly. 

“Tim please.” You begged him. A sharp smack to your thigh brought you out of your daze. 

“I'm sorry, what was that?” his voice has a dangerous edge to it. His eyes were wild, “that not what you're calling me tonight, is it.” 

“Sir, please! Please touch me, I need it.” You pleaded with him. He rolled his hips into yours, putting pressure where you needed him most. 

“Will you listen to me now?” 

“Yes anything you say.” You replied, needing to feel him closer. 

He moved in to kiss you, stopping just before your lips touched. You moved up trying to close the distance but his hand was quick around your throat, forcing you back down. “I'm going to eat this pretty little pussy,” he murmured, “I want you to stay still and you must ask for permission before you cum. Understood?” 

You nodded, desperate for anything he would give you. He removed his hand from your neck and kissed his way down your body to your soaked panties. His rough hands spread your thighs open, leaving a wet kiss on both before pressing a kiss to your clothed clit. You shifted your hips up, trying desperately to get more stimulation. His arm trapped your hips down. 

“Now angel, what did I tell you about moving?” He moved away from where you needed him most. 

“I’m sorry sir, please I need you.” You looked at him with desperate eyes. 

“All these years I’ve known you, you've always been a tease to me. Whether you knew it or not. I've been waiting for so long for this, I’m going to take my sweet time,” he growled, “you can lay there and shut up, it's my turn to tease you now Y/N.” 

He dove back in and licked a long stripe over your panties. Heat washed over your body as you felt your pussy gush at his actions. He slowly pulled them off your body leaving kisses down your legs. Leaving hickeys on your inner thighs. He ran his tongue over the dark red marks he left behind. Throwing your panties somewhere in his room, he came back to your throbbing core. Running a finger through your wetness he cooed at you. “Oh angel you're just soaking wet for me aren't you? I can't wait to taste this sweet little cunt.” 

He licked up your slit, collecting your juices. He moaned at the taste. His tongue flicked against your clit ever so lightly, giving you some stimulation but not enough. One hand snaked up in between your thighs to play with your cunt. 

You threw your head back at the sensation of his tongue and fingers working their magic on your body. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked. You gasped at the sensation, shivers running down your spine. His finger teased your entrance. 

“You’re fucking drenching me sweetheart. You taste so good when you're like this for me.”

“Please sir I need you.”

“Where do you need me angel?” his finger slid all the way in, “right here?” 

Your eyes rolled back as he finally gave you what you wanted. His finger rubbed against your g spot immediately, making soft moans escape your mouth. “Does that feel good?” 

“Yes” You whimpered. He smacked your thigh. “What was that?” He said roughly, looking up to meet your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, yes it feels good sir.” 

Satisfied with your answer he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you, rubbing your clit in tight circles with his thumb. Before long you were thrashing on the sheets, hands gripping the pillow above your head. Your stomach fluttering as you neared your climax. 

“Are you a good girl?” Tim questioned.

“Yes sir.” you cried out, “please let me cum, please sir.” Your voice was shaking as you tried to control yourself. Out of nowhere he pulled away, licking his fingers as he watched you kick your legs in frustration. 

“What the FUCK Timothy!” You shouted as he got off the bed and walked to his desk. Laughing to himself he reached into a drawer and pulled out a condom. 

“Gotta be safe right?” He said with a smirk on his face.

You sighed. “I thought you were just going to leave me there.”

“That's only if you’re a bad girl but you've been good for me so far, so good that I’ll give you what you want.” He said sliding into you. He leaned down and kissed your forehead as you both caught your breath. Once you adjusted to him you tapped his shoulder to move. 

“You feel so good wrapped around me angel.” Tim whispered softly in your ear, as he thrust his hips into yours. Finally getting what you needed. You wrapped your legs around him pulling him as close as you could. Your lips met in a heated kiss as the knot in your stomach grew impossibly tighter. His hips snapped into yours at a steady rhythm. Your legs trembled as your orgasm approached at a blinding speed.  

Your hips moved to meet his every thrust.  

“Tim I’m gonna cum.” You said breathlessly 

“Just wait angel one more minute.” The pleasure almost overwhelmed you but the need to be good for him won out. “I want you to cum with me in 3,” your nails clawed down his back, “2,” your eyes fluttered shut, “1.” He growled in your ear. 

Your stomach contracted as your body shook with pleasure. His hips stuttered to a stop but his hand kept rubbing you, prolonging your orgasm as long as he could. 

You finally pushed his hand away, the feeling getting to be too much. You both lay there next to each other, catching your breath. 

“So does this mean we’re together?” You asked, your voice small. 

He rolled over to look at you, a big smile on his face. “Definitely.”