#sorry for being a huge dork

[aroaceleovaldez]

I'll complain about this until the end of time, but I cannot stand the characterization of nico listening to emo music. please give this kid some metal to listen to, if you wanna keep the silly level of darkness that people try giving him with emo music let him listen to some pretentious black metal or something, but there's no way in hell nico would listen to fucking fall out boy

I respect you anon but I am so sorry, I am the exact opposite.

I love the idea of Nico listening to normie emo music cause it's just easiest to find and he's technologically challenged and also he almost definitely got into it because Thalia handed him her ipod one time when he was 10 to get him to shut up for 5 minutes and he ended up binging MCR's entire discography. Also, he's too nice to be pretentious about anything and he's a huge nerd. All that + Rick saying Nico likes technopop, Nico definitely has like a solid couple hundred plays of Rolling Girl on his probably stolen ipod and if you hit shuffle it's a weird combo of emo hits of the early 2010s, Porter Robinson and Mika, and anime OP jumpscares. If circumstances were slightly different he'd be a scene kid.

[homoeroticgrappling]

MJF AND ALICIA ATOUT MADE PIPER AN INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT THIS IS NOT A DRILL

[jetstarred]

the curse... it haunts me....

[local-magpie]

No offense bro but i wanna fuck you so hard. Just based on vibes. Aint got a clue what you look like or whatever. you seem hot as shit. And really cool. Please pardon the forwardness but I'd hit it so good.

Anyway. Have a nice day.

Aww thank you <3 I like to think I'm hot as shit and cool. Have a selfie from when I became a social media manager, realized that was Responsibility(TM), got anxious about it, and promptly decided hiding by my laundry basket for the next ten minutes was the best solution:

you can actually see the panic in my eyes if you look carefully

[luveline]

Hey Jade!!! I was just wondering if you could do a soulmate au with Spencer please? Maybe something along the lines of those cheesy ones like the first words are tattooed on or they have the same tattoo idk, whatever you u feel like 😊

—Spencer meets his soulmate. You’re as lovely as he’s always pictured. fem, 1.3k

Someone will love me one day.

Spencer must think it a thousand times. When he has to put his mom in the sanitarium and he feels more alone than he ever has in his life, he knows one day someone will love him anyways. When he gets called ugly, too skinny, nerd, dork, and a handful of words that are even worse, he knows one day someone will say the opposite. He won’t be alone forever.

He was two when they appeared, dark black cursive words tucked against his pulse. Spencer felt ugly nearly every day of his life, wrong and weird, but the words on his wrist have never changed, ‘You’re so handsome I can’t believe it’s you.’

One day someone’s gonna look at him and see handsome.

Today, he feels pretty good. He’s back home in Washington, D.C., the grocery store he loves is open again after a long reconstruction, and they had a bunch of fruit from South America that he’s never tried before. He carries a white plastic bag full of fruit, bread and cheese back to his apartment, each step in the sunshine, the kiss of it warming his cheeks. A busker plays music near the mouth of the subway station. Nobody has yet to scowl at him for being in the way.

He’s wondering what he forgot when he sees you. You’re smiling, the sun on your face and arms, which are strangely full. Books slide against your chest, but besides a little huff and a shift of your elbow, you don’t seem to notice the slim paperback working its way through the crowd in your arms. It drops down onto the sidewalk but you keep walking. You must be in a hurry.

Spencer darts forward to your dropped book, thumb under the title. Charlotte’s Web by E. B White. The spine is flaking and soft from use.

He should call out for you. You’re already getting too far away.

Spencer crosses the road and dives deeper into the city with you. Washington, D.C. isn’t without grandeur —it’s the capital of the USA— and so he finds himself surrounded by potted trees and stretches of well tended grass. School’s broken for the day, children weaving around on bikes and scooters or holding hands with their parents taking up altogether too much space. He loses you in the crowd.

Spencer stops in defeat.

Maybe if he puts the book back in your path you’ll see it on the way back.

He’s not sure why he doesn’t. Spencer keeps your book and starts to walk home. This isn’t how he’d usually get there, but he can manoeuvre around the park.

He keeps an eye out for you. Ridiculously, he’d thought about giving the book back to you and making you smile. He hasn’t talked to anyone who wasn’t a cashier in two days.

“Hi.”

Spencer looks down. “Hi,” he says, spooked by the little girl in front of him.

“Is that for the library?”

He shakes his head regretfully. “No, I– I found it. I’m trying to give it back.”

“Okie dokie. I never read that one before.”

“I’m sorry, it’s not my book to give away… Where’s your mom?”

The little girl points at a mom and a younger child playing on the grass near a circle of benches. There’s a huge dark cabinet with its doors skewed open in the middle, and when he squints he realises it’s full of books. “Oh, is that the library?” he asks.

“Yes!” the little girl insists.

“Okay, well, here’s what we’ll do,” he says, looking desperately for you, disappointed when he can’t see a sign of your nice blue shirt or your sunny smile, “let me go see if I can find the lady who dropped this book, and if she says it’s okay, I’ll keep it for you to have. But you can’t run off from your mom again. Deal?”

The girl grins, thick hair shiny in the sun. “Deal!” she says, running in a burst toward her mother, who startles when she realises she’d left in the first place.

Spencer creeps toward the library. He can’t leave the book here now, he’s promised he’ll try to find you.

You come around the back of the library cabinet with a smile. Free Library, the sign says. Take one if you want, leave one if you can.

You stop in your path when you see him. You smile again, you’re prettier for it, lovely with the sun on half your face, your slight squint. You open your mouth to speak.

Spencer beats you to it. “Hi, I’ve been trying to catch up to you,” he says, raising your copy of Charlotte’s Web to his chest. “You dropped one of your books.”

You take a half step back.

Spencer grimaces. “I promised a little girl I’d ask if she can have it, I’m so sorry. I get stuck and I don’t know how to say no.”

Your eyes flash down to your hands. “You’re so handsome,” you say, and Spencer’s heart stops dead in his chest, your lips shaping each word without measure and somehow the prettiest anyone’s ever looked as they move, “I can’t believe it’s you.”

His shoulders sag with a deep breath.

You raise your arm to show him the contrasting font laid against your pulse. Hi, I’ve been trying to catch up to you.

Spencer shows you his. You’re so handsome, I can’t believe it’s you.

“It’s you,” he says.

You press your hand to your mouth. “I was walking too fast, right? When I was a kid I thought if I made everybody chase me that eventually somebody would have to say it, but then it stuck, and I rush everywhere I go.” Your voice turns breathless. “But you’re the person who was supposed to catch up to me.”

He smiles softly. “I think so.”

“And I just told you you’re handsome. I’m sorry, I bet that was embarrassing to… carry around, all this time.”

“It’s the best gift anyone’s ever given me,” he says honestly.

“I didn’t think you’d be so pretty,” you explain.

“I knew you would be.”

You hold your hand out. He’s about to tell you he doesn’t shake but he finds he really wants to, and you’re not shaking his hand anyways, you’re holding it, looking at the cursive on his arm with a disbelief he echoes in his own smile. You rub the tip of your thumb over the word handsome.

“Do you like books?” he asks.

You nod distractedly. “I love them,” you murmur, looking up.

His entire arm is alive with tingles.

“Do you read much?” you ask.

Every word you trade with one another has this shy longing he’s never felt, like you’re desperate to know about one another but worried you aren’t allowed to ask. Spencer’s about to tell you all about it, how he’s always reading, how books have been with him through everything, but there’s a tug on his shirt that stops him.

“Hi,” the little girl says.

Spencer laughs. “Hi.”

“What did she say?” the little girl whispers.

Spencer looks to you for guidance.

“Of course you can have it. It’s an amazing book,” you say.

“Thank you!” she says, holding out her hands.

Spencer doesn’t mind handing it over. If she didn’t ask him for it earlier, he might’ve never had the courage to look for you. He could’ve left the book in the cabinet and turned around, but he didn’t. And now he’s met you.

You step into his side. “Did you– do you want to get coffee?” You peer down at the bag now slipped from his elbow down to his wrist. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Do you want to have a picnic with me?” he asks.

You nod for so long he has to laugh. “I’d love to,” you say, offering your open hand.

Spencer threads your fingers together. That one day he always dreamed of seems a lot closer than it did before.

[vin-taege]

requesting for chishiya !! i dont really see anything abt him being flirty, so i'd LOVE to see smth like after the game with king of diamonds when he starts to open up yk, maybe chishiya had feelings for op when they were at the beach but never told them that cause he didnt >want< to feel that way, but after all that talk with kuzuryu he wants to change but doesnt rlly know how so he just starts flirting with op at any given chance basically :]] like calling them pretty and holding their hand/waist yk and maybe just dropping some "wanna makeout?" but its SO CLEAR that hes trying really hard and has no idea of what hes doing (that man does NOT flirt usually

I AM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH FOR THIS !!

I am a firm believer that chishiya is definitely a huge antisocial dork outside of the borderlands and with his partner, so this request hits home

"A" for Effort

Summary: God, who would've thought Chishiya Shuntaro could fail at something so gracefully—alternatively, the one where Chishiya tries flirting for once.

Genre: fluff, aib!au, ooc chishiya (he's a dork in this one)

Pairing: reader x chishiya

Words: 1k

"You know, I can make a bomb out of that with enough batteries and wires." Chishiya mused, a hint of pride in his voice. You froze midway through your actions, the cola can you were holding suspended in midair, inches from your lips. "That's very cool of you, Chishiya."

"Yeah," he hummed. He slid his chair closer to you, making the old floor of the abandoned apartment creak. You'd be lying if you said his closer proximity didn't make your heart flutter.

Uncharacteristically, he slid an arm around you, seemingly aiming to land on the armrest on your other side. As soon as his palm hit the wood, it gave in with a sharp snap, making the blond jolt forward. His chin hit your shoulder, sticky soda liquid spilling as your arm jerked alongside it.

For a split second, he looked mortified, eyebrows raised slightly and his mouth agape. Quickly enough, he caught himself and slid back into his stoic expression. He cleared his throat, "I just have to cut that top part open. The wiring goes in and then the pull-ring after. It's really easy—I can teach you if you want."

His breath was on your skin, deep brown eyes burning into yours. When they're close enough, his eyes no longer looked cold nor judgmental. They were soft, gentle—they were windows to the vulnerabilities and brilliance hidden beneath his hard shell. His pupils seemed to dilate when he whispered, glimmering with wonder under the candlelight.

"You're really pretty."

Your breath hitched in your throat. Eyebrows raised, you let out a hum in surprise. What has gotten into him today?

"Sorry?" You couldn't help but smile. It was an awkward one, given how you were unused to interacting with him like this, but a smile nonetheless.

His arm was still around you, limply laying on the side of the chair before he decided to press it onto your waist. For the first time in his life, Chishiya's fingers trembled. He was praying you wouldn't notice the almost imperceptible way his fingers shook over the fabric of your shirt. You pretended not to notice.

"I think your lips are really pretty," he said as a matter of fact.

He didn't know why you were looking at him as if he just blew someone's head off. Truthfully, it wavered his confidence and he started to rethink his approach. You still hadn't said a word for you were trying to figure out if this was really happening, but he mistook this silence for rejection.

"I'll uh—" he moved away from you, standing up to go towards your makeshift bed of papers and pillows. The bed in the apartment came with questionable stains, and you were adamant about never touching it.

"Chish-"

"I'm going to sleep," he grumbled, frustrated at himself for failing at something he considered to be simple. Why was it suddenly so difficult to talk to you?

Whatever fire Kuzuryuu ignited in him has certainly dampened a bit. He felt defeated—stumped—that the perfect plan he concocted didn't pan out the way it usually would. He thought that now was the best time—he had just came off from beating a king, you found a place the King of Spades seemingly hasn't touched yet, and the both of you managed to unearth unexpired strawberry candies that actually tasted good. Today was supposed to be lucky.

He'd thought of all the variables, and processed the multiple backup plans he had up his sleeve, yet when that fucking armrest broke, they all went down the drain. He was curled up in a ball, back facing toward you. He didn't want you to see him in such an embarrassed—pathetic—state.

"Humans aren't formulaic," he thought.

Sighing, you stood up. You blew the candle, the resulting wisps of smoke trailing up towards the ceiling. Chishiya lay motionless, and if you weren't any wiser, you would've thought that he had actually fallen asleep already.

You sat crossed-leg next to him. The plastic of his earphones glinted under the moonlight, peeking through strands of bleach-blonde hair. You gently plucked the bud out and the blown-out bass of a heavy rock song greeted you. He tilted his head slightly in your direction.

You leaned down, bringing your lips closer to the curve of his ear. "I think you're pretty too."

For a beat, he was unresponsive. Then, he rolled onto his back, now facing you fully. His lips quirked up, giving you the smallest of smiles. He propped himself up on his elbows, cocking his head to the side. It's almost as if it was a challenge for you to continue.

"I don't know what got into you, but I do know that it gave me the courage to tell you this," you bit your lip. "I have feelings for you."

He cocked an eyebrow up, pleasantly surprised and almost in a teasing way. So the plan did work. Not in the way he thought it would, but it still came to fruition.

Your noses were almost touching. You wanted to close the gap, to meet his chapped lips that vaguely smelled of strawberries—he swore he wasn't using lip balm but you begged to differ. He was yearning for this as well. God, he was so mesmerized by you.

So pretty, so pretty, so pretty.

"If you're having trouble with getting the lid off, I can always help you with some pliers I found."

"What are you talking abou—is this about the fucking bomb again?"

He cut you off, finally pressing his lips against yours. Snaking his hand behind your head, he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. You still hadn't quite figured out the intricacies of his mind. His behavior was sometimes erratic—although he was calm and calculative, he can also be unpredictable and warm.

There was a multitude of thoughts running through your mind, the loudest one being the drive for the both of you to make it out, to survive. And without saying it, you knew he wanted the same thing.

[writing-blog-iguess]

Online Matchup

Summery: Y/n thought it would be fun signing up on dating sites, just for shits and giggles. Who knew that was one of the best decisions they made, especially when they're having too much fun talking to a certain Jason Todd.

warning: swearing, unedited I think, mentions of cancer, fluff, lots of back and forth teasing

word count: 3072

a/n: I promised myself I'd post a fic today, though it's not the one I wanted, I hope you enjoy regardless.

ao3 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Inspired by this:

September 19

You matched with Jason Todd, say hello!

Y/N So, when you say you're looking for a partner in crime Do you mean, like, rob a bank and fight batman? Or like, cozy up on the couch with the fireplace going while it's raining while we try to finish the books we bought? Cuz, I can do the second one I dont think i could fight batman or any of his kids Or even what to, you know? They’re kind of scary …. well maybe one of them i would fight I say fight but its wont be Oh man, I am so sorry about this. This is not how i wanted to tell you that i am a rambler I’m just gonna see myself out Goodday

Jason Ngl this made me laugh So who would you fight but not really?

Y/N You can’t honestly be interested in who I would fight? No way

Jason Way you seemed interesting and i want to get to know you

Y/N … okay but you need to answer my question first

Jason: Lol fair. And it would be the second one. I too wouldn’t fight batman but for different reasons

Y/N: So you're a fighter?

Jason Nope This isn’t how it works

y/n: Fine but remember, you asked for this

Jason: Okay but it’s not like you have a plan on fighting all the batmans kids so i think im safe

y/n: …….

Jason: Oh shit you do?!

y/n: I plead the fifth

Jason: You just got a little more interesting

y/n: I’m going home

Jason: Damn and here i thought i’d finally found the love of my life

y/n: No, nope Don’t say that The more you talk to me, you’ll find the real me and then want nothing to do with me

Jason: Let me be the judge of that We matched for a reason and i want to find out Don’t you?

Y/n: Aren’t you a charmer Okay fine. 20 questions?

Jason: Sure but after you tell what you would do in a fight with the batfam

y/n: I was hoping you would drop this, damn Alright, you get the honour of telling me who you want to know 

Jason: Nightwing

Y/N: Really? Okay. well first i was thinking of just flirting my way out, but he looks like he’d flirt back and i’m not the best at it to begin with, so I’d just get all flustered Bro’s an acrobat, i aint running from him. I aint running from all of them if i’m being honest. Nah for nightwing, he strikes me as a dork in some way. I’ll talk my way out of it. And if there’s something i’m good at, it’s talking.

Jason: So your plan is to talk circles around him?

Y/N: Yes Once i figure out what type of dork he is, imma talk until he gets confused and then i’ll run away Bro won’t see it coming

Jason: I should tell my brother He’s a huge nightwing fan

y/n: Nooooooooooo No one needs to know i don’t need other people to know how weird i am Especially your family I don't want my first meeting to be ‘hey, you’re that chick that’ll talk nightwing to confusion. Man that was a great laugh’

Jason: You think this will go that far?

Y/N: Honestly? No But i have hope You?

Jason: Ya Anyways, red robin?

Y/N: You skipped red hood

Jason: Saving him for last

Y/N: Fair Hes smart, can’t really talk myself out of that one nor would I flirt He is too young and not my type So i use his weakness

Jason: There’s no way you know that

Y/N: No but I know the dude doesn’t have a regular sleep schedule.

Jason: How do you know that?

Y/N: Back when I worked at a coffee shop, I took his order a few times and watched him down his coffee while it was still hot I asked him once, why? Dude said, and i kid you not ‘sleep is for the week and coffee is god’ Ngl, i laughed and gave him a free coffee just for making my day

Jason: Shit day?

Y/N: Ugh you had no idea. I had two tests that day and a term paper due but i couldn’t get it printed in time so that was late Didn’t help i woke up on the couch, and my body didn’t like that

Jason: You in school?

Y/n: Ya, only two years in but i want it to end

Jason: Not a fan?

Y/N: Eh When did we start playing 20 questions?

Jason: Right, we we suppose to play after you finished your hypotheticals

Y/N: Curses Me and my big mouth Who’s next?

Jason: We’re still on RR

Y/N: Blah right I’ll just bride him with coffee and make a run for it

Jason: The fact that that could actually work is scary Are you sure you’re not a villain?

Y/N: Nope just an engineering student who could fight god with enough coffee and no sleep Honestly, RR’s my spirit animal

Jason: Robin

Y/N: Are you nuts? I’d turn myself in and then some ain’t no way i’m coming up with a plan for him He scares me

Jason: Why?

Y/N: I watched him fight a few times The dude has enough skill and rage to fight the justice league if need be I bet he could kill too He looks like it

Jason: Okay you're not wrong But if you had to come up with a plan, what would it be?

Y/N: Cannot believe you’re making me do this Fine Little dude may have a hard exterior, but years of reading and knowing people like him, he has a soft spot and use that against him

Jason: Do you know what that is?

Y/N: … I am going to die If robin finds this, I am dying by either embarrassment or by his hands

Jason: Come on, you gotta tell me I’m at the edge of my seat here

Y/N: Fine, but if i’m going down I’m taking you with me

Jason: But we’ve only just met

Y/N: Maybe so, but I actually like you But i’m starting to doubt

Jason: Aw come on, little bird

Y/N: Damnit I happened to be walking home and watched him sit in an alley playing with cats Must have been a slow night, he was there for hours

Jason: It was the little bird wasn’t it?

Y/N: So who’s next? Spoiler? Batgirl? The signal? Red hood? Oracle? Well, I wouldn’t fight Oracle, I don’t know who they are but I know they would win so I’m going to stay clear of them No, you know what? I can tell you my answer for all three of them I’d bribe them with cookies or something. Idk if they would take it but that’s my plan. Just straight up bribery. Who could resist cookies?

Jason: That’s your answer to everything huh?

Y/n: Yup

Jason: Even with RH?

Y/n: … He’s different

Jason: How so?

Y/N: Mm, okay but your not allowed to judge Or laugh

Jason: Should I be scared?

Y/N: Depends Anyways, i have a crush on him So I would shoot my shot and if i get turned down then at least I tried

Jason: You have a crush on Red Hood? Out of everyone there is, why him?

Y/N: You’re judging! You said you wouldn’t

Jason: I didn’t say shit Now tell me why him?

Y/N: Hell if I know But have you seen him?

Jason: I have but you don’t even see his face

Y/N: That just adds to the mystic that is Red Hood I just know he’s got a good looking face underneath the mask

Jason: You really are something else

Y/N: Sorry I’m a big fan of RH And I guess I like the thought of a mystery So if you want to end this now, I understand

Jason: Who said anything about ending this?

Y/N: Don’t know, a lot of people who seem interested in me kind of leave after they find out Either they don’t want to compete with a crush that I know have zero chance at or they just don’t like red hood and being with a fan isn’t something they want

Jason: They’re stupid I ain’t leaving for that And who knows, maybe you can shoot your shot one day

Y/N: HA That’s not going to happen I freeze up when I’m near someone I like I’d probably stutter and say something embarrassing and run away No thank you

Jason: Thought it out huh

Y/N: You have no idea Anyways, 20 questions?

Jason: I did promise You can ask a couple?

Y/N: Favourite colour?

Jason: Really? After what I did to you, your going to ask something simple

Y/N: Answer the question Jason

Jason: Green

Y/N: Thank you Favourite food?

Jason: What’s with the easy questions? Give me some hard hitting personal ones

Y/N: I will in time Now, answers please

Jason: Chili dogs

Y/N: Those things are gross

Jason: Hey, they are the pinnacle of street food You just have to find the right places

Y/N: Mmkay, if you say so

Jason: Alright, gonna have to take you to one of my favourite places

Y/N: That right?

Jason: Only way to convince you Where do you go to school?

Y/N: Looking forward to it Gotham University, you?

Jason: Not yet, but trying to Kind of hard when you were declared dead for a while

Y/N: Fucking what?! Gonna need that story

Jason: Nope, gotta reach at least level 10 in friendship to unlock it

YN: Damnit

Jason: Sorry little bird

Y/N: You didn’t need to say it so casually tho Who just mentions, ‘yeah i’ve been declared dead but haven’t done anything’ into a conversation And not elaborate on it This is bullshit, sir

Jason: It has happened to people

Y/N: Yeah, but they tell people why You just Dropped a bomb like that and say, not yet Whatever, i’ll drop it

Jason: You sure? Sounds like it’ll bother you until you get the story

Y/N: Yes I’m sure Yes it will bother me But like I said, I like you and I don’t want to be pushy I’m not a pushy person

Jason: Awe does someone have a wittle crush

Y/N: No You got nothing on RH

Jason: Now that just hurts, little bird

Y/N: Don’t you have a question you need to ask?

Jason: Are you flustered? I feel like you’re flustered

Y/N: Amazing weather we’re having Despite the rain and all

Jason: Alright, I’ll stop with the teasing For now Born in Gotham?

Y/N: No I am from Metropolis, moved here for school

Jason: Any other reason?

Y/N: Yeah, Superman kept destroying my apartment building I’ve moved three times and somehow, he always finds the building I’m living in Minute I graduated high school, I moved

Jason: But why Gotham?

Y/N: Gotham intrigues me

Jason: You’re so weird

Y/N: Thank you Since you’re not in school, what do you do?

Jason: Mechanic Didn’t really want my dad’s help so I’m finding my way in life

Y/N: Not a great relationship?

Jason: You can say that So, engineering huh?

Y/N: Yup I love building and taking things apart Have since I was little

Jason: Gonna change the world?

Y/N: Imma try but can’t really do that while working at luthor corp

Jason: Please tell me your joking

Y/N: Ah, not a fan I see Can’t blame you but I am not It was one of the first places I’ve applied to and hear back right away I accepted before getting my other interviews

Jason: jumped the gun a bit 

Y/N: Yeah I did. I wished I didn’t but oh well I’ll find something better if this doesn’t work out

Jason: Why don’t you quit now?

Y/N: I am a broke college student who needs money If I quit now, I’m not sure if I find someone to take me Plus the hours working there are helping my schooling, so it’s kinda late to switch jobs

Jason: Can’t believe I’m saying this but try wanye enterprise I hear they’re good to work for

Y/n: I plan too eventually But at the moment, this is fine The hours I have now works with my school hours

Jason: How’s working there anyways?

Y/N: Not too bad I guess I’m allowed to work on my own projects as long as I work on the assigned ones The people are nice and all but it could be better

Jason: But you don’t like it there?

Y/N: I don’t like Lex Luthor and what he represents I guess

Jason: So you believe that he’s trying to take down superman?

Y/N: I’ve seen one of their fights Nothing to believe

Jason: Must of been some fight

Y/N: Mm So What did you mean, I can’t believe I’m saying this?

Jason: You can’t be weird about it

Y/N: Oh? I am intrigued

Jason: You’re making it weird

Y/N: I am not It’s not like I said you have a crush on Bruce Wayne or something That would have been weird

Jason: Is this how you felt when I teased you?

Y/N: Paybacks a bitch isn’t it?

Jason: I hate you

Y/N: Okay

Jason: I do

Y/N: You’re deflecting

Jason: Oh my god Fine He’s my dad, well adoptive dad

Y/N: Cool

Jason: That’s it? You’re not going to fawn over him being my dad? Ask me questions about what he’s like? Ask if the tabloids are true?

Y/N: Nope Tbh, I don’t care for Bruce Like, I applaud him for what he’s trying to do for Gotham and all But, seeing him on every magazine everywhere I go gets a bit tiring He’s just another dude that people are obsessed with Who cares if he’s rich Besides, I’m talking to you aren’t I? Who cares about Bruce Wayne I wanna know Jason Todd

Jason: You know? I think I may actually be in love 

Y/N: Stooooooop You can’t say things like that

Jason Why? Cuz you get flustered so easily?

Y/N And if I do?

Jason Gotta say it’s my favourite past time

Y/N So, the reason you don’t have a great relationship with Bruce Does it have anything to do with you being dead or something?

Jason Wow WOW I cannot believe you We go from what's your favourites to hard hitting questions huh? I see how it is

Y/N I told you they were coming

Jason I just didn’t think you’d use it as a deflection tactic

Y/N Yeah I want to say sorry But I’m not I’m sure you would use anything to get attention from yourself

Jason Can’t do positive attention

Y/N Eh

Jason I hear you And yes it is part of the reason why me and Bruce are not in good terms

Y/N Mm, I’m sure he’s trying

Jason In his own Bruce way yeah

Y/N Are you?

Jason I like to believe I am Why the interest?

Y/N I don’t know Maybe it’s the fact that my relationship with my dad isn’t the best

Jason You’re dad’s not Bruce Wayne’s too?

Y/N HA Then I would not be talking to you in this fashion

Jason That is true So then what?

Y/N My mom says we are too similar to each other Got the same attitude and all I believe it Growing up, it was all your useless and you’ll amount to nothing Or he’ll ignore me, and I’d prefer that over the degrading Only time he’d show his affection was if he was drunk

Jason Wow Sorry 

Y/N Yeah It’s gotten better since I moved out Now it’s there, and I’m still processing 

Jason Processing what?

Y/N Mm It’s a pretty heavy topic to get into with someone you just met

Jason Can’t be worse than me being dead for months

Y/N Months?! How many?

Jason Oh damn You are a lot easier to talk with then who I normally socialize with

Y/N I shall take that as a complement

Jason As you should And no, I will not be elaborating 

Y/N Alright fair But I will get the story

Jason Mm, I’m sure you will So? Gonna answer my question

Y/N Last year he was diagnosed with cancer Not sure what it is, but it already spread

Jason How long did the doctors give him?

Y/N He didn’t want to know Can’t blame him for 

Jason Sorry about that

Y/N Yeah

Jason You don’t sound to hurt about it

Y/N Like I said, still processing it so I don’t know how to feel With the childhood I had, I don’t know how too But I know when it comes down to it, my emotions will hit me like a truck when the day comes

Jason Well, soak up as much time as you can before you have any regrets

Y/N Trying to He is just making it impossible Whoo boy! That was a lot of emotion for one night I think I’m going to eat some ice cream and binge watch my favourite show

Jason Sounds fun, wish I could join but I promised my brothers with help

Y/N How many do you have?

Jason Do you read anything about the Wayne family?

Y/N Nope What I know about him is what is whispered between my classes and work and even then I don’t listen to them

Jason Really committed on not caring about him, huh Four brothers and three sisters

Y/N Big family

Jason Bruce likes to adopt

Y/N I can tell Anyways, have fun tonight

Jason I’ll try Would you be interested in talking some more?

Y/N I would love to

[strniohoeee]

Wait Line

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: After getting Matt to teach her how to drive, Y/N takes some unexpected turns that leave Matt scared🤭

Warnings⚠️: None really, small snippet of reckless driving kinda??🤞🏽. This one’s also a short blurb idea!

Song for the imagine: Highway Tune- Greta Van Fleet

We’re stopping on the highway girl

Because I want to burn my gas

There one girl I know

That I’m never gonna pass

“Teach you how to drive?” Matt questioned looking up from his phone

“Well yes…who else am I going to ask?” I said throwing my hands up

“Uhh your mom, your dad, uhhh literally anyone else but me” he said laughing

“My parents are scared of my driving” I said

“And you want me to get in the car with you after saying that?” He said raising an eyebrows

“Come on Matt please! That was when I was 18, and I’m 20 now I think I know how to drive better” I said begging him

“Uhhh okay fine, but please don’t kill us” he said standing up

“YESS” I shouted jumping around

Matt had driven us to a secluded parking lot because he was really scared I’d hit a car, a tree or a person. I found him to be dramatic, but whatever.

“Okay soo the left is to stop and the right is to go” he said looking down at the pedals

“Matt I’m not an idiot I’ve driven before” I said looking over at him

“When’s the last time you drove?” He said holding his ear out to hear me

“Two years ago” I said rolling my eyes

“Exactly! Now hush and let me say what I need to say” he said smiling at me

“You’re such a dork” I replied pushing him away

“This is your gear shift, those are the signals and uhh yeah that’s about it” he said

“Perfect” I said putting the car in drive

“Okay so I want you to go to that pole right there nice and slow” he said pointing at the red pole

I nodded my head and began to roll off slowly

“Okay now some gas would be nice, so we could get there” he said

“So sassy Matthew” I said scoffing

I hit the gas a bit too hard and we went flying

“OKAY STOP” he yelled out

I slammed the brakes, and we both jolted forward a bit

“Jesus woman….you're going to give us whiplash” he said looking over at me

“I’m sorry” I said laughing

Matt had me drive into parking spots, reverse and even do a U-turn to practice. I started to get the hang of it and was getting confident….too confident.

I began to drive a bit too fast not seeing a pothole.

“WATCH OUT” Matt yelled pulling the steering wheel a bit

“WHAT” I screamed letting go of the wheel

“PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE WHEEL” he yelled back, and I grabbed the wheel

I stopped and put the car in park

“Matt what the fuck” I said looking over at him

“That was a huge pothole my tire would’ve been fucked” he said laughing

“Well I would’ve got you a new one” I said in a matter of fact way

“Uhh no tires are expensive, and you are supposed to actively avoid potholes; so you’re not constantly fucking up your tires” he said rubbing his head

“Ahh I see” I said nodding my head

“Jesus save us all please” he said putting his hands up in prayer

“Ohh stop being a big baby” I said

I put the car in drive and began to drive again on my own, and Matt wasn’t really paying attention. I figured I was doing a good job.

I wanted to have a bit of fun, and it was 2AM, so the roads were pretty empty. A smirk grew on my face and I decided to leave the parking lot.

“Where are you going?” He said looking around

“I’m taking us back home” I said

“Do you know the way?” He asked

“Yes I do, don’t worry sit back relax I got this” I said patting his arm

He let out a sigh and reluctantly nodded his head. However I decided I didn’t want to go home, but rather someplace better….on the freeway

“This isn’t the way back to the house Y/N” he said looking around

“I know a shortcut” I said lying to him

He was looking down at his phone, and I got onto the freeway and merged over.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING” he screamed looking at me

“Taking the shortcut duh” I said looking over at him

“You can barely drive in a parking lot…get off of the freeway” he said

“No I got it” I replied

“Pull over and let me take over” he said back

“NOO I GOT IT” I said loudly

“We have to get off the freeway” he said getting nervous

“Okay fine” I said and looked down

Instead of pulling over, or getting off at the exit I decided to hit the gas harder. It was 65 MPH, and I decided to go 85

“Y/N STOP THE FUCKING CAR WERE FLYING AND YOU COULD LOSE CONTROL” he said bracing himself

“ISNT THIS FUNNNN” I yelled as I was flying down the road

“WE ARE GOING TO GET PULLED OVER STOP IT NOW” he yelled

I rolled my eyes and began to slow down and pulled over on the shoulder so we could switch. Once we switched Matt was a bit more upset now.

“Jesus Y/N what the hell were you thinking?” He said taking the exit to head back home

“I just wanted to have some fun” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Fun? You barely know how to drive in a parking lot” he said scoffing

“Well my teacher wasn’t paying attention…he was on his phone” I said poking him

“Well yeah I didn’t expect you to go flying down the freeway” he said smacking my hand away

“Oh come on Matt…live a little” I said rolling my eyes

“Live a little? You damn near killed us” he said

“But I didn’t” I said pointing at him

Matt gave me a hard glance before a smile appeared on his face, and he started to laugh.

“God never do that again” he said laughing

“I promise I won’t” I said laughing

We laughed the whole way home, and I was pretty sure Matt would never let me drive his car again.

“Thanks for the lesson” I said as I shut the passenger door

“Anytime” he said locking the door

“Mmm same time next week?” I asked him

“Oh fuck no…never again actually” he said looking over at me

“Uhh whatever loser” I said back

We laughed about it the whole night….Matt was the best, and I was so glad he was there to take the joy ride with me!

The End

Hope you guys liked this short little blurb. I wasn’t so sure what to write or how to make it interesting, but I hope you liked it😋. Love yallll🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

@ssturniolofilmss

[apocalypseornaw]

Meant to Be (Pt 5/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

With Sam's help Dean tracks you down.

@lacilou idea I ran with

Warnings: NSFW happenings

When you left the cabin it had been a split decision kind of thing. A part of you was surprised you'd been able to get out past Sam without waking him up. You'd quickly grabbed your bag of clothes, your gun and knives that weren't in your car along with the green quilt you'd claimed and slid out of the bedroom. Dean was asleep on the couch and you knew you had to be silent to get past him.

The door thankfully didn't creak any when you opened it and stepped out. You pulled it shut behind you then ran for the barn where your car was parked alongside baby.

You just needed some space. You'd decide where you were going once you hit the road and you'd call Bobby to let him know you were ok.

You could hear a knocking at your door as soon as you got out the shower. Who the hell was that? Tavi had hit the road as soon as the bones had gotten salted and burnt, maybe she'd forgotten something in your car?

"GIVE ME A MINUTE!" You hollered, throwing a sports bra then t-shirt on over the shorts you normally slept in. You almost headed right for the door but thought better of that in case it wasn't Tavi. You grabbed your gun from your duffle before moving to the door, gripping it in your hand as you turned the knob.

You would've been better prepared for damn near anything other than Dean standing on the other side of the door. "How the hell did you find me?" You asked, knowing if you tried to shut the door he had you on strength and thanks to purgatory on speed as well.

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A smirk slipped onto his face "Cmon now Y/N. Think about who your best friend is" you groaned "I'm gonna kill him" "He was worried about you sweetheart, so was I" you closed your eyes at the nickname that had never bothered you before now "I would've answered the phone for him if I would've known you weren't nearby. Look Dean, what happened we can chalk up to cabin fever ok?"

He shook his head "I don't want to chalk it up to cabin fever. I just drove eight hours to get to you, can you let me come in and give me five minutes" you sighed, then stepped to the side to allow him into the room.

He watched you as you shut the door then walked over to lay your gun back onto your duffle "I'm giving you five" he nodded and started to take a step towards you but you stepped back, crossing your arms.

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Dean knew you pretty well. The moment you'd opened the door you'd wanted to be happy to see him. That half second flash had told him that you really did have feelings for him and that he'd really hurt you. As if Sam bitching him out didn't tell him enough.

You stood about two feet from him with your arms crossed over your chest. The plain black tshirt you had on was a stark contrast to those bright pink sleep shorts but to him? You were the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

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"I'm an idiot" Dean finally said and you couldn't even attempt to stop the laugh that fell from you "You could say that" he raised an eyebrow at your laugh "I'm being serious, trying to share my feelings here and you're gonna laugh at me?"

"You deserve it Dean! I'm sorry but you do. I have had feelings for you for years! I never asked you to reciprocate those feelings. I know the heart wants what it wants but damn, I got sliced by hellhounds trying not to lose you. I have tried so many times to bury how I feel, to forget it but then your ass comes strutting in with those green eyes and that smile and I lose every train of thought. I want you Dean in every way. I know your past, I know who you truly are. Your scars don't scare me I have plenty of my own. I know you push people away to protect them, I know you're a huge dork. I know Sam is the most important person to you, hell I know you wanted to be a firefighter as a kid because you couldn't save Mary. The only thing I don't know is what I would have to do to ever be good enough for you to see me!"

You hadn't realized tears had started to slip down your face until Dean quickly covered the area between you and when you didn't move away he gently wiped your tears with his fingertips. "Feel better to get that out?" He'd purposely pushed you into admitting your feelings. Damn him.

"Why did you come here? Why do you care if I feel better?" You asked, letting him pull you against his chest. "Because it took me too long to open my damn eyes but I do see you sweetheart. I am so damn sorry for every ounce of pain I've ever caused you" you pulled away from him and he let you. You looked up at him and he smiled "What will it take to prove to you that I'm genuine?"

He motioned between you "Want me on my knees? I'll get on my knees" he started to kneel but you grabbed his arm "Dean, be serious!" He looked at where you were holding his arm "I am. I never would've dreamt of being good enough for you. You're beautiful, an amazing hunter and friend. You're smart, dangerous when you're mad and downright sneaky when you wanna be. You went from that smart mouthed ten year old that wasn't afraid of anything to the amazing woman standing in front of me. If you still want me I am yours"

You shook your head "I don't want a night Dean" "Neither do I" the look in his eyes made your stomach flip. He was being genuine. Dean Winchester felt the same about you as you felt about him. He must have seen the look in your eyes because one of his hands came to rest on your hip, a grin slipping onto his face "Y/N?" You shook your head "and if this doesn't work? What about Sam?" His grin deepened "It'll work"

You couldn't resist any longer, you were in Dean's arms, the way he was looking at you "Kiss me?" "Thought you'd never ask" he pulled you closer to him, crashing his lips against yours.

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You'd thought about kissing Dean so damn many times but it was nothing like the real thing. The way his lips moved against yours, his grip tightening on your hips and the way he used the small gasp that escaped you to slip his tongue into your mouth, rolling it against yours in a way that made your knees go weak.

You pushed him away after a moment the need for air even greater than your need for him. He pulled back and almost looked disappointed until he saw the look in your eyes then he chuckled lightly before walking you backwards towards the bed "Tell me you want this and I promise you'll be sure come morning that I don't want anyone else"

You were trying to form words when the back of your legs hit the bed. Dean was silent, waiting for your answer with a smirk on his face "Use your words princess" "I want you Dean"

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"You've got me" He promised before catching your lips in a passionate kiss. Your hands slipped under his shirt and when you tugged at it he broke the kiss long enough to slip the shirt over his head then tossed it behind him.

You moved from his lips to kiss across his jaw then down his neck and was rewarded with a low groan leaving his lips when you found his pulse point on his neck.

"Damn sweetheart" he murmured, reaching for the hem of your shirt. You let him pull it over your head along with the sports bra "Look at you" he whispered in awe before pushing you back gently onto the bed.

You watched as he quickly kicked his boots off then climbed onto the bed. "C'mere Winchester" you reached for his shoulders to pull him down with you. He groaned again as he caught your lips with his, one of his hands moved to cup your breast causing you to moan into his mouth at the feeling of his hands on your sensitive flesh.

He kissed from his lips across your jaw and when he got to your neck you had to stop your hips from bucking up against his. "So eager for me" He spoke into your skin.

He continued kissing down your chest until he got down to your left breast, he licked the nipple into his mouth while his hand worked the right breast. Your fingers found the hair at the nape of his neck, tangling there and when you tugged lightly he bite down just hard enough on your breast to pull a moan of his name from your lips.

He leaned back to look up at you and if you were being honest you damn near came just from the look in his eyes. Dean Winchester looked completely wrecked on top of you and you'd barely done anything yet. "You are so damn beautiful" he praised before continuing his trail of kissing and nipping down your stomach until he got to the waistband of your shorts. He looked up at you for permission and you nodded "Words baby. I want words" "Yes Dean" you breathed and he smiled "I love hearing you say my name like that"

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He slipped your shorts off your legs and tossed them behind him before settling himself between your thighs. Anyone else on earth you would've felt self conscious, too exposed but with Dean? You felt wanted, like the only woman on earth the way he was looking at you.

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He slipped one finger into you, watching as your eyes fluttered slightly from such the smallest of touch. He added a second finger, curling it up slightly until he found that small spot inside of you.

"Oh my God, Dean" you moaned, bucking your hips up. He used his other arm to slip over your waist to hold your lower half still as he licked into you, using his tongue to work at your clit while his fingers worked you over the edge. He could tell you were getting close when your thighs started to shake slightly. He changed his angle just slightly and knew he'd hit the right spot when your fingers moved to the back of his head, your grip tight as you moaned his name again.

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Words couldn't describe the feeling coursing through you. You closed your eyes tightly against the flood of pleasure "Dean" you moaned, trying to hold back and could feel your legs shaking from the effort. He chuckled against your core and you felt that coil inside of you threaten to snap.

He changed his angle just enough that the coil snapped, your vision going soft around the edges as your orgasm washed over you. Your fingers found the hair at the back of his neck, gripping tightly as he worked you through your orgasm.

You pushed at his head weakly when you began to come down off the high "Too much Dean. Too much" he pulled back to look up at you and grinned, wiping his lower lip with his thumb "You taste as good as I thought you would"

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You moaned just from that "Fuck Dean. That was amazing" you looked down where he still wore his jeans "Can I return the favor?"

He stood up on the side of the bed and reached for your arm, pulling you into a sitting position "Whatever you want baby. I'm yours" you reached for the snap of his jeans, laughing lightly when you realized your hands were shaking a bit. "You ok?" He asked and you smiled "I'm perfect"

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You unzipped his jeans then he helped you push them down off his hips and kicked them away. Your eyes widened when you saw his hardened cock, straining against his boxers. He was long and thick. You reached for his boxers and he let you push them off his hips.

You looked up at him as you reached for his cock. You held his gaze as you licked a line from the base up to the tip. His eyes fluttered shut just for a moment and a praise of your name fell from his lips.

"God damn" he groaned before you leaned closer taking as much of him as you could into your mouth. You could feel his hips twitch in effort to not thrust so you started to move your head up and down licking and sucking him listening to his breathing to tell what touches he liked. You used your free hand to cup his balls gently massaging them and was rewarded with a moan from him of your name. "Y/N....sweetheart"

You pulled back from him with a wet pop to look up at him "Something wrong?" He shook his head with a smile "Hell no but I don't want to come yet" you smiled slightly "Oh" then grabbed his hand "C'mere Dean"

You laid back onto the pillows, pulling him with you. He crawled up your body, leaving a trail of kisses everywhere his lips could reach until he made it up to your lips. He caught them in a probing kiss, rolling his tongue against yours so you could still taste yourself on him. "Are you sure about this? About me?" He asked and you laughed "I'm sure Dean"

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You felt him line himself up with your opening before he slowly plunged himself into you, both of you moaning from the feeling. Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, he stilled to let you adjust to his size. He rested his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged as he struggled to not thrust before you were ready "I meant it baby. I only want you. I was an idiot"

You leaned up to kiss him "It's ok Dean. We can make up for loss time" you tapped his shoulders "Move" he gave a tentative roll of his hips and when you moaned he smirked "I could get used to hearing that" you shoved his shoulder "Oh shut up and fuck me already"

He raised an eyebrow "Yes ma'am" he rolled his hips into yours and when your back arched slightly at the movement he groaned "Fuck I was an idiot"

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Every movement of Dean's hips meant he was hitting that spot deep inside of you. It wasn't long before you felt that coil tightening again. "Fuck Dean. I'm so damn close" You moaned, nails biting into his shoulders slightly. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, nimble fingers working at your clit while he kept his pace pushing you over that edge.

You came with a scream of his name on your lips. He fucked you through your orgasm then you could feel his hips stutter, "you can fuck me harder Dean" you breathed and he nodded "I don't wanna hurt you" you reached up to grab his face forcing him to look at you "You know I'm harder to break than that"

He caught your lips in a frenzied kiss before pulling back. He kissed the tip of your nose then buried his face into your neck. His hips started to snap forward into yours, the angle was the same but the depth he was hitting had you seeing stars again in no time.

You knew he could feel you were close again, his thrusts were starting to get a little sloppy and you knew he had to be close. He kissed your neck then said "You can come again baby. I won't be far behind" that seemed to be all it took for that coil to snap yet again. You could feel your legs shake around Dean as he continued to fuck into you, chasing his own release. "Do I need to pull out?" He asked and you shook your head "I'm covered. Please come in me Dean. Let me feel you"

He thrust a few times before burying himself inside of you. You gasped as you felt him come deep inside of you, coating your walls. He remained still on top of you, bracing his weight on his arms. When he met your eyes you smiled "That was amazing" he smiled in return "Took the words right out of my mouth" he kissed you gently this time as he pulled out causing a small gasp to escape you both.

He collapsed next to you, pulling you over on his chest. "We'll go get a shower in a few minutes" you cut your eyes up at him "You gonna carry me if my legs aren't working by then?" He grinned broadly "Of course sweetheart"

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You lay there for a while in silence, both of you working to get your breathing back to normal before Dean spoke "I meant what I said Y/N. This, us...it's all I've ever wanted I was just too much of an idiot to realize it. I hope you can forgive me for the past because my future is all yours"

You placed a kiss over his heart before meeting his eyes "I forgive you Dean" he brushed your hair back from your face "How did I ever not see what was right in front of me?" You gave him a small smile before teasing "Well you have called yourself an idiot multiple times tonight" he rolled his eyes before pulling you on top of him.

Your hips straddled his waist and he gripped them tightly "As long as I'm your idiot I don't care" you laughed before leaning down to catch his lips in a kiss. "Of course you're mine" he smiled against your lips "I could damn sure get used to hearing that"

@lacilou

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@suckitands33

@deans-baby-momma

@jackles010378

@someonewhoisdesperate

@ferrersbiggestfan

@123passwort

[ashwhowrites]

you said you wanted eobinfics so I WILL DELIVER 😍

What about robin and reader who plays basketball, she showed up to a game because of band but forgot half of the music because she spotted a pretty player on the court, robin immediately had a huge crush on reader and of course reader noticed the cute French Horn player, who looked like she was desperately trying to understand what's going on

Adorable. I love this idea!

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

Court crush

Robin has been in band for years, a class her mother made her take starting in elementary. Robin felt like an absolute dork carrying her French horn everywhere and felt even worse wearing the hideous outfits high school made her wear.

Robin hated playing at the sports games. The judging eyes of all the jocks heated her skin as embarrassment flushed through her. She hated cheering them on when they were making fun of her. Plus Robin didn't understand sports. Basketball? The ball goes in the net. Football? Tackle and run. Hockey? Tiny black thing and net. She barely understood what she was cheering for.

But then Hawkins high school started a girl's basketball team, and Robin was more than happy to cheer on girls for a change. She was simply a girl after all so of course she eyed every player. But number 7 had Robin gripping her French horn for life. She was incredibly attractive. Her hair was thrown up, the basketball jersey loose against her body, and the baggy shorts. Robin was captivated by her.

Robin didn't notice the instructor, she didn't notice that the rest of the band was setting up their instruments to play. Her eyes were focused on number 7 as she warmed up on the court.

Throughout the game, Robin tried to focus on the music, but the notes got lost in her day dream.

~~~

Y/N expected to feel eyes on her, she was a player on the court after all. But she felt someone staring at her, like a very hot gaze that followed her every move.

After the game, Y/N packed up her bag and switched out her shoes. She still felt eyes on her, so she looked around. The band was putting away their instruments, all except one girl. She had short brown hair, a deer-in-the-headlights look, and tan skin. Y/N offered a small smile as the girl continued to stare, but the girl seemed to be in a zone. Y/N offered a wave, the action caused the girl to snap out of whatever daydream she had. Her eyes went wide and she quickly looked away. Her head down as she gathered her instrument, most of the band already leaving the stands.

~~~

Robin prepared for the game, this time praying she had a grip on herself compared to last time. But the second the players ran out of the court, Robin found herself in that trance all over again.

And again

And again

"This is like the sixth game you've been messing up and playing a different song. What's going on?" Vickie asked another player that Robin stood next to.

Robin felt the heat of embarrassment cover her skin. She didn't want to admit she'd been checking out one of the players and her mind turned to mush.

"Lot going on." Robin shrugged, Vickie gave her a look but left it alone. Robin cursed at herself for being so obvious. She put her foot down and made herself pay attention to the whole game and not just the pretty girl.

As the game finished up, Robin felt like she could take a deep breath. She never knew how hard it was to keep her eyes off of someone.

Robin hummed a song as she packed up her instrument, excited to spend her Friday night at Steve's and eat tons of junk food. Probably spend the night talking to Steve about the pretty girl.

"excuse me?" Robin heard a voice coming from behind her, and a tap on her shoulder.

Robin turned around too fast, her foot getting caught in the bleachers. She winced as she fell backward, her hands preparing to catch herself when another pair of hands grabbed her hips.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya," Y/N said a smile on her face. Robin blushed as the girl held her in place. She was even more gorgeous up close. Even when she was all sweaty.

"No! It's fine. That's all me. I'm super clumsy. I trip over my own feet all the time. Ever fall up the stairs? I do! I once even fell out of a car, how is that possible?" Robin ranted, her mouth coming out with random words as she lost her breath. Robin couldn't help but notice she ran completely out of breath, catching her breath as she took in the silence. She went to apologize when the girl spoke up.

"You're cute, what's your name?" The girl removed her hands from Robin's hips, and Robin couldn't help but wish she kept them there.

"Robin, Robin Buckley!" Robin said, throwing her hand out.

Y/N eyed her hand, but gladly accepted. She shook the nervous girl's hand, "names Y/N."

Even her name was gorgeous.

"You're really good!" Robin said, proud of herself for coming up with a compliment.

"Well, I have to believe you since you watch me more than my coach." Y/N teased, a smirk on her face that made Robin's stomach flutter.

Robin didn't know what to say, she was embarrassed to have been caught. She tried to stutter something out.

"It's okay. If the pretty band girl wants to stare, I'm honored."

"Pretty?" Robin smiled, she wanted to giggle but couldn't bear to embarrass herself anymore.

"Very pretty." Y/N said, her smirk now a smile as she handed Robin a piece of paper.

"If you ever want to go past staring, give me a call," Y/N said, throwing Robin a wink as she walked off.

Robin looked down at the paper, excitement filling her as she saw the number written with a heart at the end.

Steve was so going to hear about this.

[missyandthemisfits]

The Black Bulls x Chubby!Reader

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

How would they react to developing a crush on a chubby magic knight??? Heck if I know but I got some ideas-

Asta 

- If there's one person on this list of suitors who just straight up does not care about size, it's this one right here

- You're strong, you're a great cook, and he has fun with you- that's all this one cares about, really

- Unfortunately, he's not the brightest bulb and he doesn't exactly get it when he's being approached romantically, so they're gonna have to spell it out in some way shape or form 

- It is only after you two are together that he realizes 'You know what? I think I've had a crush on you for a while now'

- Such a cute dork

Magna 

- Not gonna lie, he's gonna want someone whom he can lift so he can fLEX on everyone-

- That said if you're cute and sassy enough, man is hitting the workout sessions HARD, just to be able to carry all that gorgeous around town- basically the ultimate flex

- He obviously is the first to confess albeit extremely flustered and surprisingly full of self doubt 

- He's actually kind of insecure, especially about his looks - go easy on him 

Luck 

- Honestly? Very into someone on the plusher side and for completely selfish reasons at that - huge, HUGE cuddler once you get him down long enough (plz wrestle him he wants it so bad)

- Is ever so slight the tease, doesn't help that he's incredibly subtle about it either 

- Makes a point to be around you damn near 24/7 so that way when he's not around, you definitely notice (calculated) the lack of lighthearted teasing

- Believe it or not, 100% makes sure he's got a fighting chance before confessing - he can't afford to be rejected by someone who means this much to him (can't handle that)

-Also be wary, randomly grabs you just... all the time, consciously and unconsciously. You've become his single yet constant source of comfort 

Vanessa

- Forgive her she means well, but may or may not unintentionally offend by offering up diets and routines and walks around town together - I SWEAR she's only trying to be kind

- If you're honest about your feelings on it though, she feels just AWFUL and apologetic and buys you many, many gifts to try and make up for it

- Truthfully, you guys just kinda ended up becoming an item one day - rumors of a drunken kiss still floating around town, unconfirmed 

- Doesn't mind it too much all in all, especially if you spoil her

Finral

- He's a little apprehensive about it at first, his mind barreling back into the teasing of how scrawny and weak he is and he's not entirely confident in his ability to shall we say satisfy -

- Buuuut quickly says 'Screw it' when he realizes how amazing you are, on and off the battlefield 

- When I say this man cannot WAIT for the end of every night just to hold you??? I MEAN IT

-  Very soft for his soft s/o, would give them the moon

Charmy

- You already know she doesn't care like come on

- And honestly, she may try to pressure you into many, many impromptu snacking sessions. Food is cooked by her 97% of the time, always. 

- However if you have any personal health or fitness goals, Charmy is more than capable of curtailing menus to be healthy AND tasty so that's a plus for sure - but you will have to drag her along if you want her to walk with you

- Again, the relationship just sort of happened - even you two aren't quite sure when

Gauche

- Sorry lovelies but this man's first ever comment may be about your weight, granted he was already upset about Asta and Marie earlier but STILL - no bueno

- It's only after he starts getting to know you that he realizes what complete ASS he was during that first meeting. Will eventually apologize for that, it's said very softly and he sounds kind of annoyed but he's more annoyed with himself than anything 

- It's gonna take quite some time to worm much of anything that isn't full of sarcasm out of him, let alone a confession, unless you decide to take that first step

- Hope you're ready for the slowest of burns -

Gordon

- If you think this awkward bean would EVER judge you on your weight, or anything for that matter, think again!

- Absolutely adores you for you; all your dimples and folds, all your past trauma, every facet of you is something he wants to learn more of and explore - absolutely all of it

- He develops a crush pretty early on but good luck getting that confession out of him 

- Absolutely will nOT confess until you do because he needs to be 1000% sure he's not gonna scare you off like he did the others...

- Hand holding is must, it comforts him so 

- Truthfully anything more than light sweet touches will send him to the moon, so be wary of feinting if you go in for a smooch

Grey 

- So very, very shy this one is

- Doesn't actually care about your size, only about how you treat others and most importantly yourself - won't stand for negative talk and bombards you with "T-that's not true at all...!" followed closely by an entire assortment of things that make you so great in her eyes

- Just... so damn sweet 

- You'll definitely be the one initiating anything and everything romantic, to include a confession so uh yea 

- Just LOVES holding onto your arm once she's comfortable enough, both for support and as something of physical affection 

Zora

- Yeeeea dubs you something akin to 'Chubs' upon meeting you, there's like...no way around that. He's mostly harmless tho...mostly

- Truthfully tho he's actually really attracted to curves - not that he's ever gonna tell you that (not without a teasing smirk and remark, anyway) 

- He's gonna be dropping the most subtle hints that he's interested in you and the harmless flirting is eventually gonna turn into legitimately pining on both sides so you just flat out tell him one day "If we're gonna keep going like this, we should at least be official..."

- He was content with a situationship of sorts, but a relationship certainly has it perks - ones he could get behind given time 

Henry

- This sweetheart is just ecstatic he's found someone with such a plethora of mana (or no mana at all, your choice), someone he can actually be around for more than a few seconds - he does NOT care  

- Helps if you're nice, but won't shun you away if you have a mean streak- he's not that type of guy

- Believe it or not, he's actually the first to cave and confess his undying love - and no that is not an exaggeration he genuinely falls very hard and very fast 

- His biggest dream is to be able to hold you in his admittedly frail arms, caress your hair, and whisper sweet nothings to you as you drift to sleep

- He'll keep that dream close to his heart until he can make it a reality

Secre 

- Not one for judgment, but also not one for romance so this one might be tough

- She's a sucker for people who are upbeat and positive though so if you've got that going for you, you stand a really good chance of at least grabbing her attention 

- Slowest of slow burns here, folks 

- You'll be the one administering the confession , as well as many complements, to a very adorably flustered Secre and boy is that priceless 

- She very much enjoys pockets, will constantly have her hands in yours for comfort - a little weird but very cute 

Noelle

- Yes absolutely she has a preference and it's definitely not chubby- no offense (please do not take offense I for one think you're amazing)

- It's gonna take someone with a strong backbone to handle the condescending frowns and holier-than-thou attitude that comes along with crushing on this one, you've been warned 

- It'll take a while of chipping away at her steely exterior before she's ready to give way to the fact that yea, you're pretty darn cute 

- You confess several different times before she gives it a real go - hang in there 

Nacht

- May come as a surprise, but he doesn't really care about size - just about the character of your person 

- So yes he's all for someone on the curvy side, actually one of the few that compliments you outright upon meeting you

- Probably puts you through a serious of subtle tests to see how suitable you really are and how compatible you may be with him (cause let's face it, he plays for keeps) but he's very honest about the fact that he's interested in pursuing you romantically 

- Touches are feather light in public, but he very much likes to have his hand at the small of your back or gingerly around your waist 

- A man who knows what he wants and is not afraid to pursue it? Hell.Yes.

Yami

- Excuse me but this guy dreams of having some short, curvy so and so on his arm - someone he can really grab onto

- He's got this glint in his eyes that almost creeps you out at first but is quickly squelched by the invitation to drinks

- It only takes 2 more trips to one bar or another for him to know he wants to start talking to you on a more personal level 

- Will grab ass anywhere, anytime so just... keep that in mind

- Less of a solid confession, more of a drunken offer, something along the lines of "Hey, we should totally make this a thing. This us thing or whatever it is-,"

- He's slurring and you're positive he won't remember a damn thing but he remembers everything, all the way down to how gorgeous you looked that evening 

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A/N - I want you all to remember that no matter WHAT size you are; you deserve love, happiness, and to feel good in that beautiful skin you're in! &lt;3

[luveline]

Hey Jade! Can I request anything with shy!reader and Steve please :) I really like your writing <3

steve being a loving dork at a BBQ CW reader hesitates to eat in front of people ♡ fem!shy!reader | 0.9k words

You're sitting on a fold out picnic bench in Steve's backyard. Robin sits next to you with a paper plate full of food. Your stomach rumbles and you look away from her and the BBQ foods she's working her way through, guilty. 

You're super hungry and everything looks good, but you can't make yourself go up to the buffet table. You'd rather die than go to the grill. Steve's parents are hosting and there's loads of people here you don't know, your age and otherwise. Too many people.

"Robin!" Nancy calls from the pool. "Come on!" 

Robin grins at her friend and clambers onto long legs, shucking her food behind you. You watch her go and then look at the wood between your spread knees. 

You feel out of place. 

Almost as soon as she's gone someone's sitting in her grave. You don't look up in case it's someone you don't know, and the back of a warm hand strokes your arm. 

"Hey," Steve says. "Everything okay?" 

You drag your eyes from the bench to his face. He's so pretty it burns, worse than the unrelenting summer sun above, and you can't look at him for long. 

"Yeah," you tell his collarbones. 

"Don't believe you even slightly." His hand strokes again, up the bare length of your arm to the tiny short sleeve of your thin t-shirt. "Listen," he murmurs, softer, soft enough that you meet his eyes. He smiles at you encouragingly. "Are you hungry?" 

"No," you say.

His eyebrows narrow almost imperceptibly, a tiny wrinkle between them that you want to smooth away. 

"Come up to the buffet with me anyway? I want corn on the cob. And a hot dog. And, like, a burger. Cheeseburger?" 

He pokes your thigh with both index fingers until you can't help but smile at him.  

You follow him up to the buffet and you're unsurprised when he shoves a paper plate into your hands. This is fine. This is what you wanted. Still, it feels weird. Awkward, even, to plate food up for yourself. How much are you allowed to take? Is it rude to take lots of one thing?

Steve watches your hesitation out of the corner of his eye. 

"You like these, right?" he asks, pointing to a glass dishware with a pair of tongs in his hand. 

"Yeah," you say weakly. 

Steve starts plating you up. He points to a plate, raises his eyebrows and waits for you to nod. He sees the light in your eyes when you come across your favourite dessert and picks up a new plate to give you a very generous serving, giggling boyishly when you protest. 

Back under the safety of the umbrella you nibble at things happily whilst Steve demolishes a cheeseburger. 

He chases his mouthful with a huge swig of coke. "Feel better?" he asks.

"Sorry," you say, and wince. 

Steve wipes his hand dry on one of the napkins between you and reaches over to squeeze your thigh, the other still dedicated to his coveted cheeseburger. His fingertips feel hotter than his palm. They knead the soft dough of your inner thigh kindly. 

"Eat your food, babe." 

You eat until you're full and wipe your face with your napkin. Steve has turned so his back is to the table, sipping his coke and watching over the kids in the pool with a distinct yet reluctant maternal gaze. 

"Do you wanna swim?" he asks, lolling his head to you lazily. It's more than charming. 

"You can't swim after you eat. It's an unspoken rule." 

"I'll keep an eye on you. I'm, like, a certified lifeguard, you know?" 

You glance at the pool. Everyone is having fun, but…

"I'm okay by here," you say. 

Steve holds his hand out palm up and wriggles his fingers until you take it. When you do he clasps it with the other hand and holds them to his stomach. 

"That's fine. Whatever you wanna do." 

"Steve… if you wanna go swim you don't have to stay with me. You shouldn't," you say softly. 

"I want to sit with you." He rubs a hand down your arm absentmindedly. "If you want me to do things with you-" his eyes dart to the buffet, "you only have to ask." 

You feel an embarrassed heat wash over you. 

"I actually really like doing things with you. That's, like, my favourite thing," he continues, tone lightening.

"Stop flirting with me," you deflect. 

His laugh is barking. Loud and rough, he smiles and looks down at your lap and then back to your face, chuckling. "Can't help it." 

Suddenly, his face goes strange. Concerned. You feel your hackles rise, especially when he pulls one of his hands away from yours, a clear trepidation lining his features. 

"What?" you ask worriedly. 

Steve brings his fingertips to his mouth and licks it quickly. "Tsssss," he says, pressing it to your shoulder. "Oh, baby, you're hot." 

His feigned concern is so genuinely believable that it takes you a good ten seconds to realise he's still flirting with you. You choke on air, flustered beyond words. 

His winning smile is so handsome you can't find it in yourself to be mad. 

"Cool down in the pool with me?" you ask him eventually, a poorly constrained smile playing across your lips. 

He beams and almost leaps across the bench to kiss your cheek. 

[leasstories]

22 kisses for your 22nd birthday

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Based on two prompts by @novelbear

#1. giving them the same amount of kisses than the age they are turning.

#2. "You didn't have to do anything" "I wanted to"

No trigger warning

WC: 0.7K

A/N: It’s my birthday so here’s a birthday special!!! Sorry, it’s really me coded

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“Eddie!” you squeal.

“22 kisses for my wonderful partner who is turning 22!” Eddie says.

You smile at your boyfriend’s antics.

“You are a dork.” You say.

“But I’m your dork.” He answers with a cheesy smile.

“So baby,” he starts. “I have an entire day planned for us.”

“What?” you ask, surprised.

“We are spending your day together.” Eddie answers, puzzled by your question. “Unless you don’t want to?” He is quick to ask.

“Of course I want to, but you didn’t have to do anything.” You answer.

“I wanted to.” Eddie is quick to tell you.

“Stay here,” he adds, disappearing into your kitchen. He comes back a few minutes later with a tray full of pastries.

“Oh my god Eddie!” you say shocked.

“Sweetheart, here’s your breakfast.” He says, putting the tray on your bedside table. He hands you a cup of coffee that you gladly take.

“Thank you so much kind sir,” you tell him, smiling.

Eddie and you eat the pastries. While eating your breakfast, you ask.

“What kind of clothes should I be wearing?” you ask.

“Casual?” Eddie shrugs.

You nod while eating your pastry. Once Eddie and you finish eating, you go to your wardrobe and take out a casual outfit: black jeans and a crop top with a band logo.

Eddie and you leave your home, hand in hand and walk toward Eddie’s van. Eddie helps you into the passenger seat before climbing too and driving. Eddie parks at the Arcade’s parking lot. You get out of the van and Eddie leads you inside. One thing to know about you is that you love the arcade.

“Play as many games as you want, it’s on me.” Eddie tells you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You squeal, kissing your boyfriend’s cheek.

You run towards your favorite game and play for hours, not seeing the time pass.

Eddie then took your hand and softly says. “Time to go eat my love.” You take his hand and the two of you leave the arcade with two huge smiles on your faces.

Eddie starts, the car, not telling you where you are going.

“Where are we going?” you ask a bit impatient.

“uh uh, not telling you, it’s a surprise.” Eddie says while driving.

It takes a few seconds for you to realize that Eddie is parking the car on the parking lot of the new Domino’s pizza that just opened in Hawkins.

“Triple cheese for you?” he asks.

You nod and Eddie leaves you to go order. He comes back a few minutes later, two pizzas in hand. He hands them to you before saying.

“What do you think about eating them at Lover’s lake?” Eddie knows you enjoy spending time at Lover’s lake, you love hearing the water run as well as the calm of the place.

Eddie drives to Lover’s lake, he gets out of the van and open the back door to reveal a mountain of pillows and blankets. You both sit there and eat your pizzas.

“Mmmm, they are really good!” You tell him.

“They are!” Eddie nods.

“Thank you for today,” you sweetly say in between two bites.

“It’s my pleasure Sweetheart.” Eddie says, smiling.

“I love you.” You say, kissing his lips with your greasy ones.

After you pull back Eddie gets closer to you and look in your eyes.

“I love you too, so much. Thank you for being born baby, thank you for being who you are. Thank you for allowing into your life.” Eddie says before delicately caressing your face.

“You’re the best Eddie.” You say before kissing him again.

You then spend the afternoon at Lover’s lake. You both lay on your back, in the grass and talk for hours. You talk about everything, D&D, your relationship, the future you imagine together. When the sun sets, Eddie takes you by the hand and lead you to the van. Eddie drives you to small restaurant in town. You both eat, and when it’s time for dessert, the waiter comes with a birthday cake. It’s written on it: Happy birthday, I love you so much.

You burst in tears at the gesture while Eddie and the waiter sing happy birthday.

Eddie hugs you, he puts you on his lap and you both feed each other some birthday cake. You then come back home and you fall asleep in the arms of your beloved Eddie.

Taglist: @abellmunsonmovie

[nycbaby21]

Quinn Hughes Imagine

prompt: “I’m sorry. I just had to see you.“

word count: 1,865

The final buzzer of the game was normally met with cheers and excitement at Rogers Arena, but tonight it was filled with heavy sighs and disappointed fans. This was the third game in a row they had lost and you can see how frustrated the guys were getting. Not wanting to bother watching the sad and irritated post-game interviews, I lean over and turn off the tv. I had never been a huge hockey girl, that is until I moved to Vancouver for work and moved in next door to one of the Canucks. Many months ago when I was lugging boxes into the apartment building I bumped into the tall blonde with a huge smile. He immediately stopped what he was doing and helped with what would have taken me hours by myself. After a repayment meal and a lengthy conversation about how it was truly criminal, I had never been to a hockey game, a quick and solid friendship was made with Brock.

I made my way over to the kitchen and turned on the oven for some cookies. Normally when Brock and the guys have a hard game he usually ends up over at mine. He says it helps him because he doesn’t feel like being alone after. Recently some of the other guys have started coming along, which I actually really enjoy. I was so scared that I wouldn’t make friends and be so alone moving to a completely new country, but I feel like I am a member of the team with how many hockey players file in and out of my place. Sometimes they show up even when Brock isn’t around. 

My phone rings when I am placing the cookie sheet in the oven. I reach over and answer already knowing who it was. It was a running joke in our friendship that Brock looked like Prince Charming from Shrek, so his ringtone was quickly changed from the default one to I’m Too Sexy for My Shirt from the second movie. I can’t help but smile when I hear the sound. “Hey B,” I say trying to gauge his mood based on his facial features. It was too dark in his car for me to tell. “Hey y/n,” he sighs and I can hear the disappointment in his voice. A frown appears on my face before I could help it. I didn’t know what to say to make it better so we just sat in silence, a comfortable one. “I have a batch of your favorites in the oven waiting for you,” I tell him hoping to bring a small smile to the blonde’s face. A big sigh leaves his mouth,” I’m not coming home tonight. Remember that girl I went out with last week,” he starts and I nod,” Well she came to the game tonight and invited me over.”

“That’s okay Boes. I’ll just put them up for you and drop them by sometime tomorrow.” That seems to lift his mood the tiniest bit. “So… you are staying the night,” I smirk while raising my eyebrows ridiculously. He glances down at the phone seeing my face and busts out laughing. My work for the night was done by making my best friend smile after a tough night. “Grow up dork,” he laughs and soon his whole face lights up when he parks and reaches for the overhead lights. He quickly fiddles around the car grabbing his bag and then turning back to face me. “Okay well I’m here so I guess I see you when I see you,” he says getting out and heading towards her door. “Okay bye B. And hey at least you can say you scored tonight, the other guys can’t,” I say trying to hold a straight face but failing. “Oh, my god. I’m hanging up now. I actually hate you,” his words don’t match the beaming smile on his face. “Love you too,” I say while hanging up the phone. 

The quick beeps of the oven alert me to the cookies being done. As I plate the last couple I hear a knock on my door. Glancing at the clock on the microwave, I wonder who it could be this late since Brock isn’t home. I head to the door quietly and peek through the peephole seeing one of his teammates. I stand back confused for one second and then quickly shake it off opening the door. I look up and meet the eyes of the last player I thought would show up after a bad game. Quinn Hughes stood in the hallway in his game-day suit and dripping hair. “Oh my gosh, Quinn. You must be freezing,” I rush to pull him into my apartment. “I’m sure I have something that will fit give me one second,” I say rushing off to my room and pulling out a pair of my dad’s old college sweats that I stole when I moved. I grab a random sweatshirt because almost all of mine are oversized anyway and find him in the same position I left him in. The only difference is the door is now closed and his hockey bag was on the floor.

“Okay, these should work. But if not I can always run over to Brock’s and grab something,” it looks like my words fall deaf on his ears because he hasn’t even looked at me the whole time I was talking. “Quinn, did you hear me? Are you okay,” I ask slowly walking towards him and trying to hand him the clothes. He finally lifts his head and I can see the tears in his beautiful eyes. “Oh Quinn,” I whisper as I take one final step forward and wrap my arms around him. Having known him for months now, I know Quinn isn’t the biggest fan of physical touch, especially with people he isn’t really all that close with. When I make it close enough to him, he collapses in my arms letting out soft sobs breaking my heart in the process. Quinn was the guy who always had everything together, and seeing him let down his walls was new territory for me.

Quickly circling my arms around the tall defencemen, I stand in the middle of my apartment with the boy letting all of my emotions out. I rub my hand up and down his back slowly and whisper small things to him like “It’s okay Quinn let it all out” and “I know I know.” My arms had gone numb five minutes ago but I was going to stay in his embrace until he pulled away. As if he had read my mind he shyly pulled away and looked down at me with red eyes. A stray tear falls down his cheek and without a second thought, I reach up and wipe it away with my thumb leaving my hand resting on his face. I go to pull it away feeling too intimate but he encircles my wrist with his hand and leans into mine more. A small smile faces upon my face accompanied by a red blush. Now was not the time to be thinking about how attractive I found him or how many times I had wished he would be the one to show up with Brock after a game.

“Wanna go sit down in the living room. I can turn something on or we can talk if you want to,” I speak gently eyes scanning his face. A small nod gives me his answer and I slip my hand from his cheek and lace our fingers together. After he left and changed I started getting him settled in the middle of my couch and I try to round the back of it to grab one of the thousands of throw blankets I have. His grip on my hand on tightens eyes jumping to look at me and figure out why I am leaving him. I laugh lightly and reach for the closest blanket and fall back into his embrace on the couch. I lean back into the corner of it and gently pull him back into me. He rests his head in the crook of my neck and I hesitantly run my fingers through his dark hair. He releases a small sound of enjoyment so I continue until my hand goes numb. 

Using the remote I turned on some Adam Sandler movie I had started the night before but fell asleep during. The only reason I even knew he was awake was when he let out a small laugh at the scene. My hand falls from his head when he looks up at me with childlike eyes. I swear even if he wasn’t so close he could have still heard my heartbeat increase. I sent him a smile and he returned it just as big. “Thank you,” his voice was rough from his recent tears. “You don’t have to thank me, Quinn.” He really didn’t need to thank me, I felt like I should be the one thanking him for letting me be the person he lets his walls down to. “Brock always talks about how you have these magical hugs. Like how after every win he feels so much better after hugging you in the halls, or how after every loss they make him feel just the smallest bit less shitty,” he says sitting up and looking anywhere but my eyes. I let out a laugh at this because I had heard Brock says this before, I’m sure everyone he has met has. “I’m sorry. I just had to see you and see if he was right,” he started,” and he was.” The smile that graced his face was one I wanted to freeze time for and just stare at it for a little longer.

“Well, I’m glad I could be of help. You don’t have to be sorry either. I am actually so happy I finally got a hug from the huggy bear,” I laugh watching his face fill with blush as he laughs too. We stare at each other for a couple of minutes only breaking eye contact at one of the many random noises Adam Sandler makes. We settle back into the couch sitting shoulder to shoulder, feeling so content. Neither of us speaks, we just sit there on the couch enjoying each other's company and watching the ending of the movie. I hand him the remote to pick the next one and while his eyes drift across the screen looking for something, I let mine land on his face trying to memorize every small detail of it. I break my gaze when I hear the opening to Mighty Ducks and laugh at him. He shakes his head and smiles,” What, it’s a good movie.” I reach to fix the blanket on our legs when he stops me and looks over. “Do I smell cookies,” he questions laughing as his stomach grumbles. I nod jumping up and bringing him the container I was supposed to bring Brock. At that moment I didn’t even care that I would have to make more in the morning. The smile on Quinn’s face made it all feel worth it.

[bree-cheesy]

Forever and Always

Jschlatt x Ped Nurse fem!reader

I hope you guys like this! I'm actually kind of proud of it and really hope you guys are proud of it too!

Warnings: child cancer patient death, this is def angsty, hospitals?, some kissing at the end (no smut, sorry).

Words: 1,511

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Being the roommate of a very popular youtuber and streamer- when you’re not famous yourself at all- is a lot of pressure. You don’t like to be in his streams or videos, so whenever he’s filming or streaming, you have to lock yourself in your room till he’s done. You two had been friends and roommates since he moved to Austin. You both moved around a lot, but you didn’t really mind it because you weren’t alone doing it. Jay kind of felt like your rock in ways. Something that always pretty much stayed the same. Aside from the occasional haircut or different hoodie.

Yes, you had a little crush on him. Couldn’t really help it because he always had cute nicknames for you, always super touchy. Not to mention he was the only guy who actually ever listened to you.

Your job was pretty demanding. You were a pediatric nurse. Your whole job revolved around kids. Being around kids that much, you obviously start to feel like an older sister to them. Doing everything in your power to make sure they’re comfortable and not scared. Especially for the ones in critical care, or the ones with life risking illnesses. But, getting attached is dangerous. When the ones who are on end of life care eventually reach the end of their life, you’re just broken for days. Blaming yourself for not doing anything more for them, even though you know you did everything in your power for them. They never passed away sad, always surrounded by loved ones and the team helping them.

Today was different, though. You had a patient. A 7 year old girl with stage 4 lung cancer. She was an orphan. No family and was thrown into the hospital by her foster family and just left behind. She had been under the hospital’s care for 5 months and you formed a strong bond with her. She felt like a little sister to you. She was doing so good. She was getting better. Then, close to the end of your shift, her heart monitor went flat while a doctor was in there talking to her. It was like your whole world stopped. The cancer grew so much in what felt overnight, blocking her lungs, not letting any oxygen get in. There was no saving her. She was really gone.

When you finally got to your car after staying 2 hours overshift, helping everyone with the little girl, you completely broke down. You stayed pretty good at being neutral in the hospital, but it was just too much. How hadn’t any of you seen her cancer growing? I failed. I failed her. You almost couldn’t drive home, stopping a few times just to try and collect yourself. Pulling up to the house, you saw a car parked in front of the house. Shit. You totally forgot. Jay got home from being away in Japan today. You were so excited all day because you missed him so bad. Now look at you. A total mess. He had a super long day of travel and now he’s gonna have to deal with you being a blubbering snotty mess.

Pressing your forehead against the steering wheel, you sighed, trying to gather your emotions. When you looked up you saw him. Standing on the porch, holding the black and orange cats, smiling like a dork in that stupid Seaworld hoodie and basketball shorts. That would usually be enough to brighten your mood and make you laugh, but tonight it just made it all worse. You let out a sob and pressed your hands against your face, leaning your head back against the headrest. Jay frowned and quickly let the cats back inside, rushing over to your car and opening the door.

His arms instantly wrapped around you, his body acting like a huge cocoon of warmth and comfort for you. Sobbing into his chest- dirtying his hoodie with your tears- he rubbed your back and held you close, pressing his cheek to the top of your head. “What’s going on, hun?” His voice was soft and concerned in your ear, making you break down even harder. He gently picked you up bridal style and carried you inside the house, sitting down with you in his lap on the couch. “Gotta talk to me, sweets. Can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“She's gone.” Your voice was scratchy and quiet. Schlatt’s heart broke seeing you like this. He didn’t know how to help you. His baby was sad, the little voice in his head whispered. Who was she? He was trying to remember if you mention anyone in recent history being close to death.

“Who’s gone?” He kept his voice gentle and rocked you in his lap a little.

“Remember the little girl who had cancer? The orphan?” He nodded- his heart sinking- and you sniffled, wiping the tears away. “H-Her cancer grew… blocked the oxygen from getting to her lungs.” You let out another heart wrenching sob and he held you closer, gently kissing your forehead. “I couldn’t help her, Jay…. I didn’t even see her cancer was growing! I failed her… I wasn’t with her when she died. I promised her I would be there with her!”

He shook his head and forced your chin up to look him in the eyes. “Babe, you did everything you could to help her. You had no control over what happened. She was sick, baby…. You did more for that little girl than anyone probably ever had before in her life.”

Knowing he was right, you nodded and leaned the side of your head against his chest, just trying to focus on his steady heartbeat in your ear. When you eventually stopped crying, you managed to get up to take a shower and get in pajamas. Luckily you had the next two days off. You probably would’ve called out anyway if you didn’t have them off. When you got out of the shower, you saw stuff laid out on your bed. A smile formed on your face. They were little gifts Jay got for you while he was away. He always did that for you when he went on a trip, but this time it just felt so much more substantial. After looking at what they were, you heard him in the kitchen.

A frown formed on your face when your mind started racing. He was always doing things for you. Always comforting you on bad days, always buying you things you’ve shown interest in, face timing you on your breaks at work just to try and make you laugh because he knows how rough your job is. He was always just there. Your heart started racing. This wasn’t just a crush, this was love. You were in love with him.

Gaining all the courage you could possibly muster at that moment, you rushed out of your room and to where he was in the kitchen. He was making food for the both of you. He looked up at you and smiled. “Good shower? Help a little bit? I’m making this chicken thing Ted told me to try-” Before he could say anything else, you grabbed his face and kissed him. His hands took a second to land on your hips, but when they did, he pulled you close and kissed you back, letting out a soft grunt. Fuck. It was so much better than you ever imagined. His lips were so soft and tasted like cherry chapstick, his facial hair lightly scratched at your cheeks in the best way possible, his hands roamed the length of your back, keeping you pressed up close against him.

When you finally pulled away, his eyes were wide with shock, lips parted and tongue nervously running across his bottom lip. “I love you.” The words came out before you could stop them, and you saw a deep red spread across his cheeks and nose, a smile forming on his lips. “Damnit Jonathan, say something!” Your voice came out needier than you wanted it to, but it got the message across because his lips landed on yours again, sucking out the last bit of anxiety left in your body.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and you moaned softly into his mouth. He pulled away after a few seconds and pressed his forehead against yours, lightly rubbing his nose against yours, smiling wide. You giggled and he started peppering your face with soft kisses, making you blush a bright scarlett. “God, I love you too, toots.” His voice was laced with amusement and just pure adoration. He couldn’t even believe what was happening. You in his arms, your lips on his. It was everything he imagined and more.

He vowed to you that he’d treat you like the princess you are, promising to never cause you pain or heartache. Because why would he do anything less. You were his girl now. He wasn’t just gonna let it go. He was forever and always yours, and you were his.

-- Bree <3

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Someone give me ideas of what to write with him or Ted 😭 I don’t have anymore ideas

[reashot]

Part 2 or How Bleiss got what's coming to her and Jaune met someone new.

part 1 here:

Jaune: W-what did you do to me Bleiss? *breathing heavily*

Bleiss: Ah it seems the drug finally worked...

Jaune: You drugged me... Why? *gasp*

Bleiss: Oh don't pretend you don't know. It's cute for a while but now it's just exhausting. You know I've been wanting to tap your booty for a while now and you for some reason keep refusing me... So this is more your fault than it is mine.

Jaune: I... *gasp* Know your feeling of me. But I can't return it... To you I'm in love with... *gasp*

Bleiss: Who Ruby. That little jailbait? Ha, ha, ha... Oh Jaune I'm sorry to say but right now I bet she is being pounded by Cardin in the room next door.

Jaune: No... Y-you're lying! *gasp* She, she wouldn't do that!

Bleiss: Oh I'm afraid so.... She said she doesn't like you anymore and prefers Cardin.

Meanwhile.

Ruby: No!!! Don't!!! *moan* Leave me alone!

Cardin: Stand still! You're only making it worse. *grabs Ruby's hand*

Ruby: No!!! Don't touch me!!! *slap Cardin's meaty hands away*

Cardin: Ouch! You bitch! *violently grabs both of Ruby's wrist*

Ruby: *squeak* N-no. What are you doing... Please stop! Cardin please stop this. I won't tell anyone about this so please Cardin, please just let me go...

Cardin: Shhh.... It will be over soon. *starts to lean closer*

Ruby: *starts tearing up* No don't please don't... (Save me Jaune.)

Back to Jaune

Jaune: Bleiss if something happened to Ruby I will! *gasp*

Bleiss: Oh Jaune your threat would be more believable if you weren't pitching a huge tent in your pants. *points to Jaune rather sizable package*

Jaune: W-what's happening to me?

Bleiss: Just think of it like a roofie but you get to be awake and you get to ravish me whether you want to or not. Now let me take off your pants. *zips down*

Jaune: (Is-Is this how I will lose my first time? If I knew I would have done it much sooner. I'm sorry Ruby, I'm sorry.)

Bleiss: Ah yes just like how I like my sausage. Big, meaty, long, red and no doubt filled with that whitey goodness.

Jaune: No help! Help! Rape! I'm about to raped!

Bleiss: Silly Jaune. Didn't you know that it's not considered rape if it's done by a girl he, he.... *got smacked in the head*

Ouch. What the hell!?

You!!! What the Salem are you doing here?

???:

Jaune: Ruby?

Oh thank the brothers you're okay...

Wait you're not Ruby. Who are you?

???: *politely bows back to Jaune while carrying Bleiss on her arm*

Bleiss: Hey let me go, I almost had him. Do you have any idea how hard it is to finally get him... *gets chopped in the back of the neck*

Ughhh.... *faint*

Jaune: Uhh.... Thanks. I guess.

???: *Bows again to Jaune before leaving*

Jaune: Wait you never tell me your name!

*disappears in a burst of blue petals*

Who is she?

*burst into the room*

Cardin: Hey dork I got your girlfriend right here. I think that bitch Bleiss did something to her.

Jaune: Ruby! Oh thank Oum you're all right. *hugs her*

Ruby: *orgasmed on the spot* Jaune please... I, I can't hold it much longer. Please have sex with me Jaune. Or else I'm going to lose my mind...

Cardin: I think it's my cue to leave.

Jaune: W-wait Cardin! I want to say thank you for helping and for not doing anything to Ruby while she is in this state.

Cardin: It's that how little you think of me Arc? I maybe a bully but I'm not a rapist. Anyway you might need this.

*throws a condom to Jaune before leaving*

Jaune: I! Thanks Cardin... (Kinda small for me though)

Ruby: Please Jaune, please my body is on fire. And I don't think I can handle it much longer!

Jaune: Of course Ruby I can't hold it much longer too. I should have done it much sooner with you. And Ruby I want to say, I love you...

Ruby: Oh Jaune. I love you too... 😢

Same time, outside

*dropped Bleiss in the middle of a clearing*

Bleiss: Hey you can't treat me like this I'm delicate!

???:

Bleiss: Ouch! okay, okay I give up, I'll apologize okay. I apologize for almost NTRing Jaune.

???: !!!

Bleiss: And I will apologize to Jaune too.

???: !!?

Bleiss: *sigh* and yes to Ruby too. So please stop hitting me.

???: ...

Bleiss: Oh thank you.

*one last smack in the head*

What the Hell!