#that the boundary i wanted set was a simple one and u just freaked over nothing? so u have to make it bigger & my fault?

[mayax81]

when you try to set a boundary with someone and they have a meltdown? question mark?

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Heyz how u doing?

Could you write Jason Todd with reader who forget to take care of his own health? Like forget to drink water, eat something or even sleep somethimes, usually just passing out in random places. How would he react or something like that.

(If you don't wanna, fell free to ignore)

Also, when I was writing this, my cat was beating the sh*t out of my dog

A/N: YES OF COURSE I ACTUALLY WAS WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS A YEAR OR SO AGO BUT I NEVER FINISHED BUTA FELLOW JASON ENTHUSIAST…. 🥰I’ll write🥰GET YOUR CAT LMFAO DAMN😭😭😭

(Side note/Trigger warning: Please please remember to eat!!! I love all of you and I want all of you to be healthy and happy. Please talk to me or a trusted person if you are dealing with anything like this. I’ve dealt with eating disorders and subjects talked about below. Please seek professional attention if needed)

-He is the wOrSt person to be helping you out with this because honestly he has the same habits and hasn’t quite figured out how to rid them.

-BuT you are his little sunshine that must be protected so he will do his best !

-*immediately searches up a wiki how*

-I SWEAR HIS WHOLE ENTIRE SEARCH ENGINE IS JUST “girlfriend doesn’t eat or drink how to cure before die”

-I’m CrYinGgggggg buT he’s a good boy and he means so well okay😭🥺 love him please.

-At first when he notices he just gives you subtle reminders. He knows that he often forgets himself because his mind is so clouded with vigilante mess. Plus he knows how busy you can get too so when he catches it he’ll just be like

-“Hey babe, did you get anything to eat today? If you haven’t please do, I can even order something if you don’t feel like cooking.”

-“take a break from the computer, love bug! You need to get a glass of water and a snack.”

-just simple things like that. He’s not too worried in the beginning because he knows how responsible you are and doesn’t want it to seem like he’s being a control freak...he loves you and respects your independence

-as it gets worse and worse and you’re passing out of no where or not even in bed when he comes home at like 4am...he starts to get a bit worried

-one time he had gone out to the store real quick, he wanted one of those nice sandwiches Gino’s always makes and when he came back you were passed out on the living room floor. It scared the living hell out of him when he couldn’t get you to wake up.

-he took you to the emergency room and you were severely dehydrated and famished. If he had gone to run more errands it could have ended very badly for you. Luckily he didn’t but..

-MOTHER-JAY mOdE aCtiVatEd

-seriously he becomes a bit obsessive over making sure you eat and get the proper hydration...he hated how it felt when he thought you were gone..he didn’t want to feel it again

-he never tries to push boundaries or anything but like I said he just wants to make sure you’re okay and healthy he really is trying his best.

-he does sit you down and have a talk with you about this subject. He just wants to know the source and make sure it’s nothing really serious going on with you. Sometimes when he didn’t eat or anything it was as a punishment to himself. He didn’t feel like he deserved basic needs like food or water.

-He wanted to make sure it wasn’t that and that you were getting the correct love and attention you deserved.

-He also makes it a habit to correct his bad vices so you don’t look at him and fall into them because he’s doing it.

-Jason starts setting different times you guys eat and drink together. He wants to do his best to support you. Even if that means eating every lunch with you.

-the first couple of weeks he puts being red hood aside to just be your boyfriend. He would go to sleep early with you. Even if you both couldn’t actually sleep he just wanted you laying down resting.

-picks you up from your station at the computer to cuddle him on the couch and have a little cap nap every now and then...or sometimes he’ll go on a walk with you to make sure you’re getting all the sun and nutrients you need.

-KISSES ALL THE TIME I SWEAR

-“Jay bird I’m trying to eat my salad”

-“yeah yeah just a few more kisses then you can eat your sALaD”

-He's going to be 100% supportive of you. Even though he doesn’t know exactly what to do or how to go about it. He is trying. If you still skip a meal or don’t sleep..Jason would NEVER beat you up about it. He does the same thing...even Dick and Bruce. You’re a human. It happens we all have our moments, as long as you’re healthy and trying as well. He loves you.

[shinsouskitten]

Shinsou Hitoshi nsfw alphabet

damn kat back at it again with the thirst i hate myself 

Idk how I haven’t done a nsfw alphabet for my KING yet but I’m disappointed in myself for it

this post was mostly finished before the whole ‘this cold makes me feel like im dying’ thing so i just had to add a few and it was ready for publishing (bonus points if you can tell which ones were added in my cold-induced craziness)

Warnings: you know it, you love it, the thirsting of a lonely writer

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Shinsou is a king when it comes to aftercare. Hot baths, massages, cuddles, you name it. You mean the absolute world to him, and he’ll go out of his way to show that, both in and out of the bedroom

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

Shinsou can be pretty self critical, but if you pushed for an answer he’d probably say his hair, cause he knows how much you like it. For his partner, horny Shinsou would immediately go for your neck (literally too). He loves how a single kiss can turn you into putty in his hands, and he’ll leave marks in places he knows you can’t hide just to prove to the world that you’re his

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside you, on you, he doesn’t really mind. Whatever you prefer, he’s happy with. If you want to get messy, he’s more than happy to help, but if not he’ll keep you clean (ish). Although he’s unlikely to admit it, seeing you swallow his cum ignites a fire in Shinsou, and sets up quite a few more rounds so he can give you a reward for being so good

D = Dirty secret (pretty clear, a dirty secret of theirs)

Shinsou’s pretty open with what he wants, but when you first start getting intimate there’ll be a few things he doesn’t really want to say in case he scares you away (he could never, but he still worries). He wants to experiment, but he makes sure he knows your boundaries before he suggests anything too out there. The thing he keeps secret for the longest is the desire to wrap your neck in a beautiful collar emblazoned with his name, simply cause he doesn’t want you to think it’s weird

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He does his research, but hands on experience is pretty limited before you. It’s a learning curve, both of you learning what makes the other tick, what causes you the highest amount of pleasure, and what to steer clear of

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Loves to see you ride him. It gives you the power to control the tempo, but also gives him a beautiful view to tip him over the edge of ecstasy. More needy Shinsou (aka when he’s in hornball mode) likes doggy style, cause it means he can pull your hair or hold you up against him and kiss your neck

G = Goofy (how serious are they in the moment?)

He’s not going to whip out a joke book in the middle of sex, but he’s also not going to act like an uptight secretary who’s only able to follow the rules (well, not unless you ask 👀) 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Keeps himself trimmed, possibly even shaved. It’s no nonsense and means it’s also more enjoyable for you if you’re giving him head

I = Intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment?)

He’s an intimate guy, but he’s also not above teasing (though there’s another letter for that so I’ll keep on intimate for now). Like I mentioned in B, Shinsou can be pretty self critical, and sometimes he can get scared that you’ll leave him if he doesn’t prove how much he loves you, which to him means intimate sex and reassurance (aka, saying ‘I love you’ every two seconds)

J = Jack off (what are their views on masturbation?)

He does it when needed. He’s not insanely horny, so chances are if he is you’re there to deal with him. But if you’re not, and he’s especially needy, he’ll most likely call you up for a little phone session. The thought of you is incredible, but being able to see and hear you is even better

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think we all know the phrase kitty, right? Well inference leads me to believe that Shinsou would be down for trying out pet play. And yes, as I mentioned before, he would 100% have a collar for you with his name on it. I don’t take criticism for that one

L = Location (favorite places to do the dance with no pants)

More traditional. Sex between the two of you means intimacy, so he’d prefer privacy. You have yet to find a surface in your house he hasn’t tried to fuck you on. That being said, your comfort is of the utmost importance to Shinsou, so if he’s going to fuck you over the kitchen counter, he’s going to make sure you feel comfortable while he does it. So yes, that means he’ll take pillows off the sofa’s just to make you comfy

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going, etc)

You. Simple as. There are certain things that especially turn him on, such as you biting your lip or being extra attentive to him in what would seem like a normal scene to anyone else watching. Put your hand on his thigh when out at dinner and pay the price when you get home. Or maybe that was your plan all along

N = No (turn offs, something they wouldn’t do)

Shinsou never wants you to be in pain (well not unless you want to be in pain). He’ll leave hickies all over you, but that’s about as far as he’ll go with marking you. Maybe a spank here and there, but he won’t scar you or leave any marks that won’t be gone in a few days

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

Shinsou prefers giving, but he’ll never say no to receiving either. He wants you to feel good, but if you decide to turn the tables he’s not going to deny you. Once you’re finished though, he’s repaying the favor tenfold. And just as a note, pull his hair when he goes down on you. He adores it

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Yes and yes. It all depends on the situation, his mood, the usual things. He’ll do whatever provides you with the most pleasure (while also allowing him to tease you)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

He doesn’t love them, but if they’re the only way to get some gratification then he’s willing (only if you are though). He’s careful about location, he doesn’t want someone walking in and ruining the whole thing, even if the risk of being caught makes everything a little more exciting. Chances are he won’t engage in quickies unless he’s been to the place at least once before (he wants to know which wall you’d look best pinned to). He has to feel slightly comfortable in the environment

R = Risk (how risky are they willing to be?)

He’s down for a little risk, but nothing that would be too mortifying for you. If he’s going to screw you somewhere other than your home, he’s going to vet the place over a lot, and find the best place where you have the comfort of being private but the thrill of being caught if someone were to venture too close to your hideout

S = Stamina (how long do they last? how many rounds?)

Freaking hell where does he get it from? Like, he just doesn’t stop. Not that that’s a bad thing, mind you. Most of the rounds consist of him pleasing you, and he’ll only give in and finally fuck you when your throat is hoarse from begging, or when he feels the smallest amount of pity at the tears rolling down your face (did someone say crying kink)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them on a partner or themselves?)

Vibrating panties. I said he doesn't physically act on desires when in public, but touching a remote isn’t the same thing as touching you, so he makes an exception. He’s not insanely cruel. For him it’s more about teasing that mortification, so if someone senses something’s wrong, he turns off the remote until they give up. But the moment they’re gone, it’s back stronger than ever

U = Unfair (how much do they tease?)

*roblox oof sound effect*

Once Shinsou gains his confidence with you, he’s not going back. His teasing is often coupled with praise, telling you how good you’re being for him while he denies you pure bliss again and again. He’ll edge you to hell and back if you give him the chance, but don’t worry, it’s worth it in the end

V = Volume (how they sound, how loud they are, etc)

Small moans and louder grunts are the main sounds coming from Shinsou when he’s enjoying himself. He swears a lot, and it’s always easy to tell how close he is to the edge by how creative his swears become. As for his partner, he wants to know how well he’s doing. He wants to hear you whine and beg while he edges you, and the pornstar-like moans that fill the air when he finally gives in and gives you what you really want

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

You think I forgot about his quirk. Ha, I could never. I said in my hcs that it takes a while for Shinsou to integrate quirk use into sex. As much as you assure him you’re in full trust, he’s anxious about the inability to say no when he has you under his control. The longer you’re together the more willing he is, but even when he does use it it’s usually a way to make edging even more dangerous, with you unable to resist his words when he tells you you’re not allowed to cum just yet

Okay maybe we have 2 wild cards this time cause I also wanna mention his capture weapon. Again, it’ll take a while for it to be available in a less-than-pg manner, but he’s more willing to use his capture weapon than his quirk. Main reason being, you can still use a safeword when tied up. But tying up goes both ways, so even if he prefers to be the one giving the pleasure, he’d never deny your wishes

X = X-ray (let’s have a looksee in those pants)

I’m trying not to be biased cause I love him so much but I feel like Shinsou’s kinda packing. A good 8.5-9 inches (no, I won’t take criticism) and on the skinnier side. But the amount of attention he gives you before his pants are even off means taking him is never difficult

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not the highest, but when you’re around it increases significantly. He’s not going to fuck you every time he sees you (I mean, he thinks about it) but he also isn’t a nun. It’s a good level, cause most days you can walk, and then on the weekends you’re a little bedridden

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s a bit of an insomniac, so screwing the energy out of him is one of the best ways to get Shinsou tired enough to sleep. He likes to hold you, so once he’s satisfied with the aftercare, he’ll crawl in bed for cuddles until the both of you pass out

[prettylittlebrownskingyal]

🎂☆ Jason Todd Birthday Week ☆ Aug 16th - JASON’S BIRTHDAY

Dickface Grayson: what do u want for ur bday baby bro?

RedNerd: a big booty hoe

Spawn: same

Wiffle: sksks DAMIAN

The family group chat is usually rather annoying. No one sleeps and no one has boundaries or tact so there’s always three hundred messages and long ass tangents (courtesy of Tim, Damian and sometimes Duke) for Jason to read over his morning coffee.

It’s a big thorn in his ass.

But it’s routine. He’s grown to expect it like he anticipates sunrise, it’s become one of those things on his mental checklist that he can never forget. Those morons keep finding more and more opportunities to weasel their way into his life and it’s so goddamn irritating that he loves it.

Which is why the lack of notifications he wakes up to makes his skin itch in an unscratchable way. His first instinct is to assume something’s wrong because there’s nothing beside that one question from Dick. But as he replies, Damian and Stephanie’s responses follow immediately— he finds relief in knowing their fine but his confusion grows.

He realizes he’s bored.

He has a three day stretch of no plans and he’s so freaking bored he kind of wants to claw his eyes out.

Dickface Grayson: i told y’all asking him wouldn’t work

Dickface Grayson: i. told. y’all.

Timbits: stop with the y’alls

Wiffle: y? cuz it reminds u of connor?

Timbits: fuck off

Wiffle: bite me

Babs: I say, we go with the original plan

Duke☀️: but how are we going to get him to go willingly go to a party?

Spawn: we could knock him out

Timbits: NO

Spawn: and just carry him there

Timbits: Damian I swear to GOD

Dickface Grayson: why can’t we do the surprise party

Wiffle: cuz he’d hate it

Wiffle: and he’d kill us

🐥Cass: let’s just get him a cupcake and call it a day

Spawn: i second that

Spawn: or we could get him an escort

Babs: DAMIAN

Spawn: put it on father’s card

Timbits: as much as I would LOVE to see that

Timbits: we can’t

🐥Cass: add it to the list for next yr dames

Babs: I have work to do, you guys plzzz come up with something.

Dickface Grayson: good luck babs

Dickface Grayson: I say party

Wiffle: i’m going with Cass and the cupcake

🐥Cass: ^^

Dickface Grayson: Damian I see you typing. Don’t say it.

Timbits: he’s Jason guys. he doesn’t want the attention of having to blow out a candle and listen to us butcher happy bday

Timbits: we need something he’d like

Wiffle: let’s just give him his presents

Wiffle: they’re all books anyway

🐥Cass: books and cupcakes

Spawn: no that’s stupid

🐥Cass: ur stupid

Spawn: ur stupider

Wiffle: Tim’s stupidest

Timbits: blocked

Dickface Grayson: CHILDREN

Dickface Grayson: babs will murder us if we don’t come up with something

Timbits: I mean…. she’ll muder you

Spawn: muder

🐥Cass: muder

Wiffle: STUPIDEST

Jason calls Alfred, texts Bruce and leaves a long winded voicemail for Barbra. She replies with three smiley face emojis and then a voice note of her reminding him that his has three days off for his birthday specifically for resting, to stop worrying about everybody else. She’s stern and sure and he knows it’s pointless to argue.

Alfred had been vague too and Bruce hadn’t replied— with all his sources dry, Jason’s left pouting in his apartment, bored out of his mind. He keeps opening and closing his apps to see if there’s been updates.

There isn’t.

RedNerd: why are you guys so AWOL

Timbits: we’re giving u a break hbd loser

RedNerd: shady

Timbits:🙃

Timbits: i’m disowning Steph

RedNerd: i’m on her side whatever it is

Timbits: traitor

RedNerd: 🙃

Jason sighs languidly. He flicks his phone to the side and watches it bounce off the couch. There’s a full five seconds in which he allows himself to release his boredom in a long, guttural groan and then he’s diving after it to check the screen. It’s not broken. He resolutes himself to reading as all else fails.

Timbits: Jay’s getting antsy

Dickface Grayson: ughh

Wiffle: what r we gonna do?

Spawn: yk

Wiffle: Damian

Spawn: shut up Brown, I was going to say that Duke had an idea.

Wiffle: oh

Wiffle: what’s ur idea sunshine?

Duke☀️: I never volunteered

Wiffle: I’m starting to like the escort thing so plz

Duke☀️: fine

Duke☀️: I’ll invite him to the manor to play PUBG

Duke☀️: no party

Duke☀️: and then we do family dinner and have Alfred make a cake

Dickface Grayson: that’s simple enough

Wiffle: and Alfie makes the cake he’ll have no choice but to accept it

Babs: good work team

Duke☀️: team?

Babs: Good Work Sunshine ☀️💛💛

He’s cleaning his kitchen for the third time when his phone vibrates. A plate is almost dropped in his haste to get to it.

Duke☀️: PUBG. Pizza. Manor?

RedNerd: yessss

The manor’s dead silent when he steps into the threshold. Alfred slips out of the kitchen to bid him a quick hello, hands him two boxes of pizza (one extra cheese and the other sausage and peppers) and shoos him up the stairs.

“You look like shit,” is what Duke says in greeting. He already has the controllers and television set up. Jason feels a little like he’s found bliss.

“I’m losing it, man. No patrol and shit for three days? I’m going to die. Again.”

“Yeah cuz I’m about to kick your ass. Hand me my pizza and sit down.”

“It’s on, sunshine.”

Dickface Grayson: Duke has him in the den. we’re jist gonna ease in one by one. Alfred’ll bring the cake, we’ll do presents and then it’s done

Wiffle: sounds good chief

Timbits: is my pizza here?

Spawn: no one ordered for you

Duke☀️: yh it’s in the kitchen.

Timbits: right, expect me first.

They play four rounds until Jason’s spent most of his pent up energy on killing opponents. Duke gets better every time he plays and he works well with Jason’s style. It reminds him that they should team up more for patrol.

Damian slinks in on his toes right as they start the fifth. He’s got a box of pizza balanced in one hand and Alfred the cat tucked under the other.

“Todd,” is all he says before plopping down on the opposing sofa.

Tim wanders in after, barefooted and rumpled. He opens his mouth to say something, spots Damian and snaps it shut. He makes a noise that reminds Jason of a busted engine. He doesn’t know what that’s about, he doesn’t want to know either.

“Timbo, take this.” He passes him the controller and yanks his skinny frame down with one arm. “Play for me so I can eat.”

“Cheating,” Duke intones.

“It’s my birthday, I can do what I want to.” They all visibly stiffen at the words. He continues, speaking quickly around a mouthful of pizza. “And also. You guys have been really weird all day. What have you been up to?”

The response is a three tiered chorus of, “Nothing.”

“The group chat was dead quiet.”

Tim is stuttering something out when Damian drops a “I wish it was,” under his breath.

Nobody says anything. He chews, swallows and waits for them to fill the silence.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Do you guys have another group chat?”

“No.”

“Why would we?”

“Yes.”

Jason’s braces himself to be as offended as he possibly can when three things happen in the space of a minute.

Tim throws a slice of pizza at Damian while Duke ducks between the cushions. The ensuing fight is so loud Jason can’t hear himself think.

Dick and Cass come stumbling through the doors with Stephanie tailing behind them— their all singing “happy birthday.” Alfred— bless him— is following along with a small sponge cake adorned with lit candles. He makes it one foot into the room before there’s a loud splatter, a scream and shouted curse.

There’s a controller in the cake.

Dick and Steph are on the ground trying to pull a shocked Damian and Tim apart while Duke sinks further between the upholstery.

“Jason,” Cass crosses around the disaster zone. She offers him a hand and gives him a firm shake. “Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you.” He’s still stunned, gaping down at her like a confused goldfish.

“These are for you.”

It’s a pile of hard copy classics secured by a gold ribbon. A tiny bite size cupcake sits on top.

“Thanks Cass. I really appreciate it.”

She hums, casts a glare at Damian and sways out of the room.

“Well,” Alfred snaps. “I’m going to clean this buttercream off of me while you all fix this ...mess. Master Jason, it appears I owe you a cake.”

“It’s fine, Alfie.”

Dick slams his fist to the floor, fuming. “ It’s not.”

“It’s ok—“

“Jay we’ve been trying to plan something special for you all day. This was the best we could do— just us, just a cake and some presents— and we found a way to screw it up.”

“That’s what the other group chat was for.”

Tim chimes in, rolling out of the chokehold Damian has him in.

He sees the guilt hanging around the dropped corners of their mouths like anchors. So that’s why they were so unattached, they were just being annoying amongst themselves.

“This is….it’s great actually. That,” he points to Damian on the ground. “Was quality entertainment. Duke is still a PUBG genius, which it was nice to be reminded of and this—,” he raises the books and cupcake. “—is really all I need.”

He and Dick split half of Damian’s pizza out of sheer spite. Bruce comes in at some point to let them know Alfred’s making another cake and then he somehow gets sucked into a game of Super Mario. Later, they’ll all gather around in the kitchen to force feed Jason cake and watch him open presents. It’ll be quiet and intimate and just right for him.

He’s not bored to death anymore.

Tomorrow, he’ll wake up to four hundred messages in the group chat and the world will right itself.

Wiffle: We’re all going to remember what we’re getting Damian for his bday next yr, right?

Duke☀️: lessons in decorum

Timbits: tickets to the Crayola Experience?

Timbits: tickets to Sesame Street live?

Wiffle: no

Wiffle: a trip to Home Depot to get him a big ass hoe

[an-annyeoing-writer]

BTS: Cuddly Headcanons

It’s definitely the best first content I could post. Enjoy!

Jin

Outside, he’s a perfect gentleman, only holding hands in public, giving you short pecks on occasion and not doing anything that could be deemed inappropriate. He doesn’t have a huge need for physical contact in general, but he actually enjoys it way more than it seems until it happens. He will initiate contact at a reasonable volume, but will never tell you no if you initiate it too. Because in truth, his heart always beats faster at the thought of some cuddly time.

Although he’s not into too much of PDA in this matter, he’ll never refuse it if he feels like you may need it. He doesn’t mind either holding hands or not holding hands, and if you lean your head on his shoulder in a bus it’ll be just fine with him either.

It’s never too serious with him. He’s one shit of a tickler though, and if you feel like he’s being too calm at the moment, just don’t trust him. He’ll start to tickle you when you’re already in his grasp, unable to flee. But after a while, if he gets tired of it, he’ll just wrap arms around you and rest his head on your stomach, letting the both of you catch a breath and relax. In no time you’ll be lying there, limbs tangled together, just enjoying each other’s presence and having some small talk, bursting into giggles every few seconds.

He likes to praise you at times like this. Somehow, he can’t stand just lying in one place, he’ll want to place soft kisses all over your skin of arms and stomach. He’ll be more than happy if you want to do that too, he’ll hold you even closer, filled with happiness to the brim.

Suga

At first, it may seem as though he doesn’t feel good with physical contact. In truth, before you get to know him better, it’ll seem as though he doesn’t need or even want it at all. Even once you’re in a relationship, the physical contact will be kept at minimum. If you’re the one to initiate it he’ll probably be pretty uncomfortable at the very beginning, unsure of how to proceed it. And if you’re too stubborn, it may cause him to freak out. But as the time passes and the two of you get closer, he’ll start to open up and you’ll surely notice that he’s more and more just okay with it. And at some point, he’ll start to initiate it too. He just needs time to learn to enjoy it – he will, though.

At first, anything that would restrain his movements or cause too much of direct skin contact would be too much for him. He wouldn’t mind you wrapping yourself around his arm and leaning your head onto his shoulder, and that would be a good beginning. Holding hands would also be quite nice, but he would rather have either yours or his own hand wrapped in a sleeve, so that the skin doesn’t touch directly. With time, he’d enjoy it if you randomly came to him to hug him just for the pure fact of it, as long as he’s not too busy at the moment and you don’t stay like this for too long.

As the time passes, he’ll figure out that he likes to initiate it, too. He’ll randomly catch you in his hoodie and refuse to let u got for some time. It’ll seem as though he just wants to tease you, but in truth, he wants to feel you close to himself just for a bit more time, bury face in your hair and just let himself drown in the comfort you provide him.

The best time to get him into a cuddling session is when he’s naturally too lazy to refuse. I recommend you lay next to him on a bed and just make your way to his heart arms. Don’t lay on top of him he’s fragile, so handle with care but if you’re already in his arms, it may last hours of no movement at all. Just don’t annoy him with too much movement, he will throw you off if you do.

J-Hope

He may enjoy the physical contact, but whether or not he’ll initiate it, will depend on whether or not he feels like you’re comfortable with it. He’s definitely the one to put you above himself and if he senses that cuddles are not your thing, he will never pry. Oh, but since you’re reading this, you’re probably not the one to dislike cuddles. Hobi is good at spotting your boundaries and whether he should hug you, hold your hand or just keep his distance.

He completely doesn’t mind cuddling anywhere and at any time. If there’s just enough time to sit down, he’s in. He doesn’t really mind you not cuddling him actively back as long as you don’t mind him doing it, since he’s definitely a giver in this matter. He’ll love to just randomly wrap arms around you in a possessive manner, especially in public. He won’t really lose his touch with reality though, unlike when you’re in private – because if so, he may just bury face in your neck and then he’s gone, don’t ask for him, he’s not with us anymore, just please check his pulse once in a while.

If by any chance you’re the one to hug him first at a moment, he’ll beam and generally look like he’s so happy he could die now please don’t. Nothing makes him as happy and proud as knowing that you crave for his affection as much as he does. He’ll check whether or not you want him to return it, and if you do, he’ll just spoil you with cuddles so tight you may actually start to suffocate please let him know if you start to suffocate he may not notice it.

His cuddles include everything, from having your head resting on his chest, through having his head on your own chest, to playing with your fingers, feet, hair, cheeks, and don’t forget about tickling. But he won’t tickle you often – as much as he has to restrain himself, he doesn’t want to risk you trying to run away from him. He wants to give you safety.

RM

Whether or not he likes cuddling in the first place, is a huge unknown to us. But he’ll somehow measure it perfectly – he’ll do everything that a good boyfriend would do, hold hands or cuddle, but the amount of it will never be overwhelming. Sometimes though, he may forget that it’s a thing in the first place, so you’d have to remind him if you need it. He will at times need his distance though, and you need to accept the fact that cuddly time won’t always be an option.

Namjoon isn’t really the person to spend his time just lying and doing nothing in particular, and doing something like planning a cuddly session with you would be quite a no thing. He’d rather use the opportunity to sneak his arm around you when you watch TV together and let you lay your head on his chest, nothing too spectacular. The best time to initiate some cuddles with him would be right after waking up, and it’ll be a surprisingly effective way to keep him in bed a tad longer.

He’s quite subtle while cuddling, and he’ll prefer for you to be the one to wrap arms around him, he won’t really hug you tightly like some do. He’ll just place hands somewhere on your body and maybe play absentmindedly with your hair, once a while reminding you not to fall asleep. At times like this, he’ll be nothing but gentle and caring with you. He’ll probably let you do to him anything you want too, stuff like playing with his fingers or shirt. He finds it incredibly cute.

Jimin

He’s probably the most cuddly out of the whole BTS, almost clingy. He’ll often initiate the physical contact, and as much as he won’t force it in any way, lack of it will cause him to sulk and… and generally don’t do that to him, at least not too often, the man needs it. Physical contact in any form reassures and calms him, and in case you ever need some sort of comfort, it’ll also be the first thing on his mind to do.

Although he won’t be persistent in public, holding hands is a must. He won’t really do much with his friends around, but he doesn’t mind wrapping arms around you when there’s no one to talk to around, as long as you don’t make anyone awkward. It’s important to him not to make other people uncomfortable, so he’ll leave most of the affection to the time when there’s no one else around.

He needs to cuddle just for the pure fact of cuddling. It’s like you have those The Sims Needs and one of them is Cuddle. You never know when he’ll come and wrap arms around you, and if you’re in need of cuddles too, then he’ll be more than happy to oblige. It’s like his default setting is with you in his arms, he can do literally anything in this position, don’t underestimate him, he’ll even practice singing like this, but it’s not like you’d mind.

If he’s able to, he’ll sneak into your bed just for the fact of wrapping arms around you. If he manages, he’ll go back to his place to sleep normally, but often he’ll just fall asleep like this and not wake up before you do, so you may question his presence in the morning. As much as his need to be hugged means he’ll preferably be the small spoon, nothing would make him happier than you burying face in his chest and seeking for his warmth, or just wrapping arms around him and asking him to hug you back when you need his reassurance.

V

The most obvious fact: he needs to hug somethingone to fall asleep. The physical contact helps him relax in general, even though he won’t be persistent at all in this matter. If you don’t like it, he won’t pry. But if you don’t mind either way, he’ll try to persuade it. And he’ll be grateful to no end if you initiate it, because he’s often too shy to ask for it himself. He obviously will need distance at some moments, and he’ll try to let you know about that in some way, but Taetae is not really good with speaking aloud what he needs and you’ll probably need to figure it out from his body language.

He’s not a huge fan of PDA, a simple hand-holding is all he needs in public, but in private, he’ll literally do anything he can do get your attention in a way. He’ll carefully creep behind you when you’re in the kitchen and brush your hips with his fingers, technically testing the waters. If he feels you lean into him, he’ll be more than happy to wrap arms around you and just rest chin on top of your head, or nuzzle your shoulder. It’ll probably be difficult to do anything in the kitchen with his hands around you, but who are you to complain?

He’ll lazily wrap arms around you when he feels like it’s the right thing to do, when you’re lying next to each other for example. He loves cuddling in a bathtub, and it really won’t be anything inappropriate, if it’s cuddle time then it’s cuddle time get his naked booty off your dirty ass mind, miss.

If you’re the one to initiate contact, he’ll be incredibly careful not to scare you away with enthusiasm, but if you’re already close enough, you’ll feel his heart skipping so much you’ll start to worry. He’ll most likely pull you onto his lap and just enjoy the moment, maybe distracting you with some small talk when he pulls you even closer, closer than you were planning to get at first. He especially loves to trace circles on your bare skin and watch it from this close, spotting all the scars and counting moles. But if you’re at it, you can be more than sure that he’ll get sleepy. It’s his habit.

Jungkook

The boy isn’t too cuddly in the first place. He gets embarrassed easily if you try to do something cliché like holding hands, but once he eases himself into the relationship and starts thinking of it in more mature terms, he’ll realize that there’s completely nothing wrong in physical contact, whether be it in public or private. He won’t enjoy it on a high level (unlike SOME), but it’ll surely be a nice form of relax.

He definitely enjoys staying in contact with you while doing something such as playing games, when the both of you are sprawled on the couch. Something funny, such as keeping legs on his lap, will surely make him feel even better with your presence. He’ll preferably initiate any kind of closeness, and try to use it as a way to show you that he cares about you. At the same time, it’ll be his way to reassure himself that you’re his and he’s the only one who can be this close to you. His soft side will surely mix with some sense of dominance.

Especially at first, he’ll be a tad awkward with cuddles. He won’t really know just how to do it, and you’ll probably need to show him just how it works, preferably just be the big spoon until he gets the idea. He’ll surely tease your clingy self a lot, but he’ll be the one to get embarrassed easily if you do as much as poke his abdomen. He won’t really like it if you play with parts of his body, but he’ll let you do that once in a while, if you really want it.

Even though he doesn’t seem to enjoy it that much, at moments when you just sit next to each other, cuddled up together for whatever reason at this point, he’ll relax more than he’d like and very likely fall asleep with his arms wrapped around you. He’ll get 200% more clingy while asleep and he won’t let you move as long as you’re in his grasp. And he’s surely stronger than you, so don’t even dream of getting up when he’s at it.

[rareficsnstuff]

Please Don’t Be Afraid [Bokuto/Yachi]

Summary: Bokuto just wants a friend but Yachi is seriously freaked around big people. But owl boy’s much more perceptive than people think and he decides to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

Words: 2,860 

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“Here you go, Tsukishima,” Yachi said, handing the boy a newly filled water bottle.

“Thanks,” he replied tersely. The team had just finished (and lost) yet another practice match at the summer training camp and braved another penalty lap around the gym. It was Karasuno’s final match of the day and they took the opportunity to observe the last two teams finishing up theirs. Nekoma and Fukurodani had finished as well.

“Tsuki!” Bokuto’s loud voice suddenly sounded behind Yachi, making her jump. The tall blond turned reluctantly.

“You’re gonna jump some blocks for us again, right?” Bokuto asked.

“I’ll pass, thank you,” Tsukishima replied bluntly.

“Oh, come on! Don’t be that way, Tsuki!”  Bokuto was standing very close beside Yachi – she supposed her was just the sort of person who was so comfortable in social settings that he was partially unaware of personal space and boundaries – and each time he spoke she couldn’t help the jump caused by his loud, abrupt voice.

“Fine. Just shut up already,” said Tsukishima before turning to leave.

“Hey, little bit, does that guy ever enjoy himself?” Bokuto asked suddenly. Yachi stiffened, her eyes shifting to him tentatively.

“W-what?!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know your name. I’m Bokuto Koutarou!” he declared brightly.

“U-um, I’m Y-Yachi… Hitoka!” she said, her voice a little higher and more panicked than she would have liked.

“Nice to meet you!” Yachi only nodded in reply, still hesitant to meet his eyes.

“W-well, um, he’s, he’s always very aloof and withdrawn from the rest of the team. The, uh, the only one he really seems to get along with is Y-Yamaguchi. Uh, h-he, um… he works hard but doesn’t seem very… passionate like, um, like the others,” Yachi explained uneasily.

Under Bokuto’s intense golden stare, the girl became more and more tense. She could feel herself getting warmer and heard her heart beating in her ears. His eyes seemed to burn holes into her head. She couldn’t help it. Big, people had always intimidated her and Bokuto was certainly in that category. His volume and bold personality didn’t help matters either. He was very close.

“Huh... Well, later Yacchan!” he declared as he went to rejoin his team.

Yachi let herself breath again and she was soon approached by Kageyama who asked her to help him with his solo practice.

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Bokuto and Akaashi were heading back to their team’s sleeping quarters after their blocking/spiking practice with Kuroo and Tsukishima, chatting lightly.

“So, I was talking to Karasuno’s little bitty manager and she said Tsuki’s super cut off and board with the team. Like he’s just playing volleyball to kill time or something,” Bokuto explained a bit irritably.

“Well, that could very well be the case. Not everyone’s passionate about the things they’re involved in. Or maybe he just feels like there’s no point improving,” mused Akaashi.

“HOW!? That doesn’t make any sense! He’s gotta be playing for a reason! Maybe he just hasn’t found it yet…” They walked in silence for a moment before Bokuto spoke up again.

“Also, I think the little bitty Karasuno manager is afraid of me.”

“What makes you think that?” asked Akaashi.

“When we were talking, she was really stiff and she wouldn’t look at me. She kept stuttering. I don’t even think she was breathing.”

“She wouldn’t have been able to talk if she wasn’t breathing.”

“I just mean she was really tense!”

“She doesn’t know you. Your personality can be overwhelming to people who’ve just met you. Give her a chance to get used to you.”

“I don’t like that I scare her. She seems nice,” Bokuto muttered, pouting a little.

Another pause.

“By the way, Bokuto, where’s your jacket?” Akaashi asked.

Bokuto took a couple seconds to blink vacantly before realization appeared on his face.

“Ah! I left it in the main gym! You go on, I’ll go get it!” said Bokuto before turning to bolt in the other direction. Akaashi watched him go until he was out of sight. Sighing at his Captain’s airhead tendencies, he continued on.

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When he arrived at the main gym, Bokuto found it empty save for Yachi. It looked as though she was busy sweeping up before she left. He felt a twinge of excitement over having an opportunity to talk to her a little more and hopefully help her to not be afraid of him.

“Hi!” he announced simply, making her jump. A squeak escaped her and she turned quickly to him.

“Oh! Uh, h-hello!” she said. “Um, d-did you need something?”

“Nah, I just came back for my jacket. I left it here earlier,” he explained.

“O-oh! There was a jacket on the floor so I-I put it on that chair,” Yachi said, pointing to a folding chair set up against the wall behind her.

“Awesome! Thanks so much, Yacchan!” Just as he retrieved his jacked and put it on, Yachi finished sweeping and began to put the broom away. Bokuto watched her, thinking to himself.

“Can I ask you something, Yacchan?” he said as she came out of the supply closet hurriedly.

She stopped, looking cautiously at him before nodding slowly.

“Are you afraid of me?” Yachi’s eyes widened a bit and she looked away.

“You are! How come?!” he asked, practically whining in disappointment and looking like a kicked puppy. Yachi turned to him bowing quickly in apology.

“I-I’m so sorry! Please excuse me!” she said in a tremulous voice. The girl began running past Bokuto and out the door but he reacted on instinct and stopped her before she could leave.

“Wait! Please!” he had stepped in-between her and the door.

“Please don’t be afraid of me! I wanna be friends if we can, yeah?” he pleaded.

Yachi’s face was downcast and one hand gripped the bicep of her other arm as she shuffled nervously. When Bokuto received no response he stooped his head to an angle where he could see her face properly. Her eyes flickered up bashfully to meet his golden stare.

“Please,” he tried.

“Uh, I-I…” she broke eye contact again, stammering before she fell silent.

“Aww come on,” he said with his lip in a pout. “I’m not scary, I promise. Here look, I’ll show you.” At this, Bokuto held out his huge hands to her, palms up. “Give me your hands,” he said softly. She looked up at him, glancing between his face and his hands. Warily, she moved her hands to place them on top of his and, staring at the floor, she could feel his eyes on her. Bokuto gazed at her warmly, a soft smile on his lips because of this small accomplishment.

“See?” he prompted. Yachi gave a small nod.

It was an odd thing to do in an attempt to gain the trust of a frightened baby bird, but he couldn’t think of anything else. And honestly, Bokuto, being the simple creature that he was, saw nothing odd about it. To him, this was the purest, most simple form of bonding one could express.

“So… what is it you find so scary about me anyway?” he asked when she seemed to breathe again. There was a short silence before she answered as she built up courage to speak. Bokuto waited patiently.

“I… I’m very small.” Bokuto cocked his head to the side – looking quite like an owl – his brows furrowing as he tried to understand.

“I’m not used to being around really big people… and you have a very loud voice,” she said honestly in a small voice, still looking at the ground.

Bokuto stared at her, a little stunned at her response. When the full weight of her words hit him, he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face. His eyes crinkled and he chuckled. Yachi looked up at him, blushing lightly.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just cute,” he said still smiling. At this point Yachi realized they were still holding hands and squeaked in embarrassment, quickly pulling her hands away and clasping them behind her back. Bokuto chuckled again. “Have you warmed up to me enough to let me give you a hug?” She looked at him, nervously considering the question.

“Please?” he begged with an over exaggerated pouty face. She nodded and he immediately moved gleefully to embrace her in the kind of warm bear hug only Bokuto Koutarou could bestow. To her surprise – and Bokuto’s delight – Yachi almost instantly relaxed. Returning the embrace, she found she couldn’t help it. He was just so… cuddly.

“Please don’t be afraid of me, okay? I really do like you, ya know,” he said to her fondly.

“O-okay… I’m sorry.” Her response was quiet but full of intent and Bokuto’s smile grew.

“Can we please be friends?” he asked. He felt Yachi nod against his chest.

Bokuto took in a large breath and released it in a contented sigh as he tightened the embrace. This small action caused the girl to squeak and jolt in his arms.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you? Too tight?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. Yachi shook her head vigorously. Assuming it just had something to do with her discomfort around large people, he decided to try acclimating her to the feeling by keeping the embrace, merely adjusting it, sliding one hand down to her side. The same reaction of a jump from Yachi, but this time, instead of a squeak, she produced a short-lived squeal.

They both froze.

“Are you ticklish, Yacchan?”

The question caused Yachi to start squirming and pushing on his shoulders, trying to free herself from his powerful embrace. Bokuto chuckled.

“Where are you going, little Yacchan? Was it something I said? ~” the boy teased, laughing. “Don’t go! I just wanna hug! ~” He began fluttering his fingers against her sides and she crashed into his chest, all her strength suddenly leaving her. With no hope of escaping now, she opted to simply clutch his shirt in her tiny fists, bury her face in his chest, and hide as she squirmed helplessly. She lasted all of two seconds before she succumbed to the giggles building up in her chest. Bokuto’s heart swelled at the sound.

“NOOOhohoheheheheh!” she shrieked.

“No?! You don’t like my hugs, Yacchan? You hurt my feelings~” he feigned a puppy-dog hurt expression and his voice dripped with the exaggerated pretense of pain. He moved his hands up to massage her lower ribs and her giggles morphed into full-blown laughter.

“GEEYAAhahahahahaa! Dohohahat!” Yachi’s knees began to buckle as the tickling sensations sapped her energy. Encouraged by her change in reaction, Bokuto began worming his fingers in the spaces between the sides and back of her ribs, catching her around her lower back with one arm to keep her from falling.

“Don’t what? Don’t hug you?! But that’s a fundamental in any typical friendship, Yacchan!” Bokuto said casually. “Also, how come you won’t look at me, huh? C’mon, lemme see your pretty face! ~”

With his free hand, he began squeezing the back of her neck, causing her to throw her head back and lift her shoulders in an attempt to protect the sensitive spot. Realizing that this exposed her bright red face and wide smile to him, she attempted to turn away from him.

“GEEHEHahaha! NAHA, lehemee gohohooo!” A sudden upsurge of strength and her struggling gained her momentary freedom. She made a brake for it, hoping to make it to the supply closet and find a hiding spot to wait out the Bokuto storm. She didn’t make it more than five steps, though, before the chase came to an abrupt end. Bokuto’s legs were much longer after all.

“Woops! Sorry, little birdie, but I’m not letting you get away from me that easily.” She felt Bokuto’s big arms wrap around her middle – the sudden contact making her scream in surprise – and pull her back to her tormentor. One arm still wrapped around her ribs, he dug his fingers of his free hand into the center of her stomach, vibrating it like a claw.

“NAAhahahaha! Stahahaaaap!” Yachi pushed at his sturdy arms, trying to dislodge them (with no luck) and, out of reflex, lifted her knees to her chest. This resulted in her now dangling in his hold like a ball. Bokuto laughed at this, his fond grin so wide, it made his eyes disappear in mirth. He was laughing almost as hard as Yachi when the girl started kicking weakly, and he moved his hands to knead her sides once more.

“So, wha’d’ya say, Yacchan? Are you sure you’re not still afraid of me? Cuz somethin’ tells me your last answer wasn’t entirely truthful, hmm?” he purred. Feet finally reunited with the floor, Yachi tried again to pry his arm off her, but her knees betrayed her and she found herself kneeling on the ground, gripping his forearm with her arms outstretched above her head.

“AAAAAAAHAHAHAhahahaa! NAHA NAAHOHO!” Bokuto had taken the opportunity to jab his fingers into her exposed underarm and the result was not disappointing. Yachi exploded into hysterics for all of ten seconds before she fell into wheezy, hiccupy laughter.

“Woahohooh! Hey, hey, hey, did I find the spot?!” Bokuto asked teasingly, releasing her waist and now tickling both her underarms. Yachi crumpled into a fetal position, all her fight gone, and her laughter turned silent.

Finally, Bokuto showed mercy. Grinning fondly, he released the girl and stepped back to let her breath. After a minute, Yachi’s breathing seemed to even out and he chuckled again.

“Aw man, Yacchan! Your laugh is absolutely adorable!” Bokuto said in pure honesty. “And your smile is super pretty!” Now Yachi’s face was red for a whole other reason. Bokuto sat down, crisscross and anxiously rubbing the back of his neck, before he continued.

“Alright, alright. All teasing aside, I’m really sorry about all that just now… heh… I-I couldn’t resist. Are you okay?” he asked, his tone a little gentler now. Yachi smiled weakly and nodded, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. Bokuto grinned.

“Good! But seriously, though, you’re not still afraid of me, are you?” Yachi giggled softly and finally met his golden eyes.

“Noho. I’m not afraid of you anymore. And I’m really sorry about that; I shouldn’t judge people before I know them like that. You’re a really sweet person and I’m really happy that we’re friends now. But… I don’t think I’ll be able to keep from being… a little nervous around big people.” He blinked at her in slight surprise.

“…Hahaha! Well, that’s alright! Being nervous and being afraid are two different things. I get nervous at the dentistry and hospitals, but that doesn’t mean I won’t go inside if I have to.”

A comfortable silence fell between them as they looked at each other, soft smiles carving their lips. Bokuto’s face suddenly broke into a wide grin again and Yachi was a little taken aback by its brightness.

“I have a new friend…Yay!” he exclaimed, making Yachi giggle.  He stood up and offered a hand to the girl who accepted it, and helped her to her feet.

“It’s getting late, we should get to our rooms,” Bokuto said matter-of-factly.

“Yeah. If I’m exhausted, I can’t imagine how you feel.”

“Aw, I’m alright! A little sleep and a good breakfast and I’m back in tip-top shape!” he flexed for emphasis. “Besides, it’s probably my fault you’re so exhausted now anyways,” he said with a teasing smirk.

To his surprise her response was a playful punch in the arm. It was harder than he would have expected from her. Huh.

“Ohohow! I’m sohorry, alright! Don’t hurt me, I beheg you!”

“Yeah, yeah, just go to bed, would’ ya,” she teased as she started past him to the door.

“Wait!” She stopped, turning back to face him with an expectant look on her face.

“Could I have one more hug before we go?” There was that puppy face again.

She smiled and shook her head in resignation as she approached him. Bokuto spread his arms, welcoming her before wrapping her in another warm, strong Koutarou hug, her cheek resting on his chest.

“Don’t tickle me!”

“HAHAHA! I wasn’t going to! Cohommon, Yacchan, I’m not that mean!” He released her, still chuckling softly. Giving her one last bright smile, he moved past her towards the door, poking her playfully in the side in parting. Yachi squeaked, turning quickly to frown at his back.

“Goodnight, little Yacchan~” he sang.

“Goodnight, Big Bo~” She heard him cackle as he left and a quiet, celebratory ‘yes’ was the last thing she heard. She smiled to herself. That nickname was genius if she did say so herself.

As she went to go to her room as well, she couldn’t help but think back on what the hell just happened. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of all this. It was good, there was no doubt about that, but she knew one thing for sure; there was no way she was ever going to tell Bokuto that one of the reasons she had been so skittish around him was because she thinks he’s absolutely gorgeous.

‘Holy crap, he thinks I’m cute!!!’

[mayonara]

Ooh can u write a pre-slash Jaydick that leads up to slash? With jason being upset/jealous because dick is avoiding him? Or maybe something angsty with dick breaking up with jay in order to protect him or something idk. Your choice ^^

I always enjoy writing angst with a dash of comfort :D Hope you like this one. Jason has his own personal assistant he yells at when he’s mad 

Jason sighed heavily andsqueezed the Nightwing plush in his hands. He poked and probed at it, pinchingits cheeks and wiggling its arms and legs.  

“You idiot,” he jeered, turquoiseeyes meeting the toys’ masked ones as he shook him, annoyed. “Why do youalways ignore me?” He roared, raising his voice at the small stuffedNightwing, acted as if it had offended him when really he was reprimanding the actual person. Though he couldn’t quitesay it to his face so he resorted to letting off his steam at a replica.

“Seriously!”Jason growled and pulled at Nightwing’s arms, twisting and turning him in allsorts of directions since the thing was just filled with cotton. “Youalways ignore me when I try to talkto you. But you give Tim and Damian allthe time in the world,” he murmured and huffed a breath, collapsingback against the couch. He enveloped his arms around the plush and hugged ittight to his chest, before he decided to punish him by biting his shoulder.

“Ugh,” hegrumbled and jerked upright. Jason was restless, had trouble containing hisemotions after a rough night of once again being ignored by his preciouspseudo-brother.

The Red Hood had beenout on patrol tonight when he ran into Nightwing, Robin and Red Robin. They briefly teamed up together since theperpetrator they were after were one in the same. Things had gone well despiteall the bickering and when Jason went to speak to them, specifically Dick, theman turned away and instead, placed all his attention on his younger brothers.He was complimenting them, telling them they did a job well done while on theother hand, overlooking Jason eventhough he did a large chunk of the fighting.

That pissed Jason offand seeing that Dick was still continuing to ignore him as he stood there, heswiftly left. He was slightly embarrassed about his actions, overstepping hisboundaries by attempting to act chummy when he wasn’t at all close with them,so he just came back to his safe house to mope.

Things weren’t alwaysrosy when Jason came back to life, but they’d long since fixed theirrelationship. However, Dick still seemed to be on the fence about him. Heinitially started off fine, joking along with Jason when they occasionallyworked together. But then slowly, he started to distance himself to the pointwhere he completely disregarded him. And that fucking annoyed the hell out ofJason. All he wanted was to just get along with the man, chat with him a fewtimes, but the fact that he wouldn’t give him a single moment upset Jason.

And this purely hadnothing to do with the feelings he held for Dick. None at all, at least that’s what he kept trying to tell himself.He knew he couldn’t have Dick, that the man would never come to like him thatway. So all he really wanted was to just get along with him, but Dick was beinga dick.

Sighing for the umpteenthtime, he scrubbed a hand down his face and gazed at the Nightwing plush again.He’d had it for a while now, having bought it purely as a joke since hehappened to see it while he was shopping for some supplies.

He was surprised by thequality of the plush, didn’t notice it until now. He examined the toy, admiringhow nicely sewn he was, that pretty black and blue uniform shining through,mimicking the original Nightwing’s exact design. He even had a stupid smile,all happy and bright and the stripes of his fingers were also there. Jason’scouldn’t believe the manufacturers had put so much detail into him though itmade sense considering the hero himself was popular and quite well known.

But just looking at thething pissed Jason off so he slammed it to the ground, got up and stepped onit, rubbed his heel on his stomach before he disappeared to his bedroom.

Brooding wasn’t going tohelp so he might as well force himself to sleep. At least that way, he couldlet all his emotions flow away.

Jason swore he had theworst luck ever. He’d already had quite a shitty childhood and then died, wasreborn again. One would think the cycle would have ended, but no, his bad luckjust never seemed to stay away, attached onto him like a virus.

Thankfully the shot he’dsustained during a crossfire wasn’t life threatening. He wasn’t even on patrolor anything of that spectrum. The man had been out on a grocery run and as hewas crossing the street, there had been a drive by shooting. One of the ladieswho was out in the open was in their line of shot so Jason jumped into shieldher and ended up getting hit himself. 

Of course the lady waspanicking about the blood oozing from his arm, soaking into his shirt insplotches, but he had to reassure her it was fine. He couldn’t very well go tothe hospital since he’s legally dead,so they wouldn’t have any records of him. That would be too difficult to dealwith so his only choice was to sneak away before the cops would show up despitethe fact that the few witnesses that had been nearby were attempting to callthe ambulance and trying to get him to stop.

But Jason was stubbornand refused, ran as soon as he spotted an opening.

Now he was currently marginallydrugged up at his safe house after having fixed up his own wound. Luckily thebullet only grazed his arm and he didn’t have to operate on himself or worse, call up Alfred for help. Hedidn’t want to bother the butler if he didn’t have to.

Jason was resting in bedwith pillows propped up against the headboard and had the TV on, volume highand blasting into his room. His mind was slightly dazed and he was ratherlethargic, had no energy and felt a bit woozy. Probably took too high of adouse.

Every so often, turquoiseeyes would travel down to his arm, glancing to check his bandages and see ifit’d bled through. It sort of was leaking and his bandages were also slowlyunraveling, fraying at the edges from the poor job he’d done. Wrapping an arm onehanded was not as easy as people made it sound.

But he didn’t have the driveto care for it and exhaled heavily, sinking back into the soft mattress andpillows and tugged at his covers. A hand searched blindly underneath his stackof pillows, probing for something specific. When he’d found it, he gripped theitem in his hand and pulled it out to settle in his lap, wrapped arm around itto cuddle it close to his chest.

“At least you’regood for one thing,” Jason murmured and stroked Nightwing’s head. It wassoft and fuzzy and at least this version didn’t ignore him.

Content, Jason returnedhis attention back to the TV and let the time tick by as he watched a thrillerfilm until he passed out.

Jason slowly woke fromhis deep slumber, a bit dazed and muddled. The drugs must have kicked in andtook him under because he felt well rested, although still a bit sluggish. But thepain in his arm was still there, pulsing ever few seconds.

A soft sigh escaped intothe air and his attention fell onto the only source of life, the TV. Apparentlyhe’d fell asleep with it still on. The sun had already set, darkness filteringinto the room and he’d realized he’d slept most of the day.

Great, now his sense of timing was off. But it’s not as if he had it inthe first place anyways considering his schedule was out of the ordinary.

As he shifted on hisbed, pressed his palms against the mattress and attempted to sit up, his eyescaught sight of his arm and noticed the bandages had been changed. It wasclean, not a single patch of blood in sight and it was also neatly wrapped,tied carefully and pressed flush to his arm, not too tight or loose.

Who—?

His inquiry was answeredwhen the person in question entered the room with a glass of water. Theintruder had messy dark hair and was dressed in a pair of black sweatpants anda simple grey hoodie. Vivid blue eyes fell upon him and immediately, a smilebroke out onto his face.

“Jason.” Fucking hell, it was Dick Grayson. Whatwas he doing here?

Jason was oddly confusedand pinched his brows, trying to comprehend why the first Robin was currentlyin his safe house. In his room, casuallydressed and was holding one of his favorite cups like he owned the place.

“What are you doinghere?” Jason asked, watching closely as the man tapped the door shut withhis foot and approached his bed side. There was already a chair stationed rightbeside him and a blanket draped over the seat. Had he been here for a while?

“I heard you wereinjured,” Dick said and gathered the blanket from off the chair beforesettling himself back in. He then stretched out an arm and handed the glass ofwater to Jason. “Take it.” He gestured at him and also revealed theset of pills that’d been hiding in his other hand. 

Jason narrowed his eyesat him, still confused, but took it from him anyways. He tossed the pills intohis mouth, swiftly swallowed them and washed it down with water. Dick pluckedthe cup from his fingers and set it down onto his nightstand.

“How’d you know Iwas injured?”

“News. I saw itonline and I knew you lived around here and the lady you saved was freakingout. Hence I called, but you didn’t answer your phone and I got worried so Icame to check,” Dick simply stated and smiled fondly at him. 

“I see,” Jasonsaid and huffed a breath, unsure what else to say to that. There were a millionquestions stewing in his mind and he wanted to let them all out, but didn’texactly want to chase Dick away just yet so he held off.

“Are you doingokay?” Dick asked and furrowed his brows in concern.

Now this was unusual. Being specially treated by the boy wonder andhaving him be worried for his well-being wasn’t something Jason was used to.Nor had he experienced it much either. 

“I’m fine. Just agraze.”

“I saw. I uh—hopeyou don’t mind, but I fixed up your bandage. It was coming undone.“ 

"Yeah,thanks,” Jason said and glanced around the room awkwardly, thinking aboutwhat he wanted to ask Dick before he settled his gaze back on the man. Dick wassitting up straight, hands on his knees and tilting slightly forward. His lipswere tugged into a small smile and he was watching Jason closely, a hint of distressfilling his blue eyes. “So—” he started and cleared his throat.“What exactly are you doing here?”

Dick blinked, slightlytaken aback by that question. “I said I came to check on you.”

“Yeah, but why?” That was really the oneanswer he was looking for. Why? Why now? Why come visit him when he was downand injured when all of the other times he’d ignored him? Didn’t pay him asingle attention?

The smile on Dick’s facefaltered and his eyes darkened as he pulled his lips into a thin line, deep inthought. The worry had disappeared, replaced by one of confusion, seemingly abit surprised at that curve ball that Jason threw at him. It was almost as ifDick himself didn’t understand why.

As the older man dwelledin his thoughts, possibly trying to come up with an answer to his question.Jason sat there silently and shuffled on his bed, attempting to prop himself upproperly. As he moved about, restacking the pillows behind his back, his handpressed onto something firm. Lifting his arm up, he spotted the Nightwing plushthat’d somehow gotten lost in the tangle of mess he’d created. Slowly, he liftedit up and was going to attempt to hide it away before Dick saw but it was toolate.

“Is that me?”Dick asked and pointed at the object held in Jason’s hands. Busted.

He couldn’t very welldeny it now that it was out in the open. “Yeah,” he answered andbrought it into his lap as he turned around to face the first Robin. “It’s you,” he said forlornly andcurled his fingers around its waist, held it tight and started playing with itsarms.

“Oh,” Dick whispered. 

An awkward silencefilled the air as neither said a word. Jason had redirected his gaze to theNightwing plush, felt more at ease staring at something that was inanimaterather than the real thing himself. Those pretty blue eyes of his were too muchfor Jason sometimes, expressive enough that he could almost read all of hisemotions.

Jason heard the floorcreak and suddenly felt the bed dip to the side. He jerked his head up andgawked at the man who was now only a few inches away from him. Dick stretchedan arm out and flicked the plushie’s forehead. 

“I—” hestarted and then paused briefly, licked a tongue over his lips and sighednervously. “I was worried about you,” he said and brought his eyes tomeet Jason’s, holding his gaze still so the man wouldn’t break away. “Ihad to come check and see if you’re okay.”

“I get that but why?You don’t necessarily care about me,” Jason blurted, being completely bluntand pinched the toy’s arm, bringing its hand to slap at its own face. “Youalways ignore me.”

“I-I know,”Dick admitted and threaded a hand through his raven hair gently. “I’msorry about that. I didn’t exactly mean to.”

“What does thateven mean?” Jason hissed, tone sharp. He wanted Dick to be honest and getto the point instead of beating around the bushes.

The man exhaled loudlyand shrugged his shoulders. “Okay.I suppose I did it on purpose, but it’s not because I hate you or anythingJason.”

“You sure seem likeit considering you coddle the others,”he jabbed out of jealousy. It was petty, he knew, but he was upset about it.Jason had done things wrong in the past, he’d admit to that, but he’d alsotaken the time to amend his actions. Not that he regretted all his actions becausehe didn’t, but there were certain ones he wished he hadn’t done. It was alreadyin the past and all he could do was move on and not repeat his mistakes.

“I know. I do paythem more attention, but I just—they’re easier to handle. You, it’s hard,” Dick said, stuttering on his words and wasn’tthat a first? He was always so confident in everything he did but right now,when confronted by Jason, he was faltering with his words.

“I don’t get whatyou’re getting at,” Jason scowled. “Get to the damn point Dick. Ifyou’re here to insult me then leave.”He had no more patience for Dick’s delay tactics and if he was going to tellhim that he couldn’t get along with him or whatever other bullshit, then he wanted him gone.

A look of horror crossedover Dick’s eyes and he scooted closer, closing the space to settle his hand onJason’s. “No, I’m not here toinsult you Jay,” he murmured ever so gently. “I—” he nibbled onhis lower lip, struggling with whatever was fueled inside of his body.“I…” he whispered and breathed loudly, struggling to say what wason the tip of his tongue.

“Out with it,”Jason grumbled, vexed. What was it that Dick wanted to say that was giving himsuch a hard time to express? 

Blue eyes rolled off tothe side, glancing down at the little Nightwing plush still in Jason’s lapbefore he returned and settled himself back on Jason. With a firm expression,Dick brought a hand and cupped Jason’s cheek and before he knew it, before hecould react or say a word, their lips met. 

The kiss was brief, butit was chaste and sweet. Dick’s lips were soft as he kissed him gingerly,stroked a thumb under his eye, and slipped his fingers around his ear, pinchingtenderly as the tips of his fingers dove into his hair.

“I like you,”he mumbled and pressed their foreheads together, lips hovering just a merecentimeters away. “I like you,”he repeated more confidently this time.

“You like me?”Jason repeated, a bit confused, and slightly dazed from the unexpected kiss.

“Yeah. I—um,”Dick murmured and then drew in a shaky breath. “I avoided you because Ilike you. And I, well, I thought itwould be bad if we continued interacting.”

“Because I’mproblematic?” Jason asked, a bit offended if that was the case.

“No,” Dick immediately shut downthat thought. “No, that’s not it,” he said and kissed him again, alittle more desperate this time, wanting to get his feelings across. “It’sbecause I was afraid. I didn’t wantto mess it up.”

“What?" 

"You know I have agood knack at fucking up relationships. I didn’t want to repeat it again. So Ifigured it was better if I just distanced myself from you. It was—it was difficulthaving to, but it was harder being near you. So I just, I don’t know, did what I thought was best.”

Jason sighed loudly androlled his eyes at the man in disbelief. Couldn’t believe that was the thoughtprocess going on inside his mind. The reason itself was so silly and Jasoncouldn’t comprehend the fear that was coursing through Dick to make him reactthat way. But he supposed it wasn’t something that he would personallyunderstand considering he’d never really dated much before.

“You’re so dumbDickiebird,” Jason said, lips tugging into a smirk. “I can’t believeyou.”

“Hey!” he said, insulted. “Ididn’t exactly want to lose you or get my ego kicked again. Honestly, I don’tknow what it is but I always mess up one way or another and people dumpme,” Dick grumbled, a look of hurt briefly passing through his eyes.

Jason pressed a thumb tohis pretty lips, held him close and leaned in to kiss him. “Well they werestupid to do it,” he said and kissed him again, more fervently this time.“If they won’t have you, then I will,”Jason said and Dick chuckled at that remark.

“But I might makeyou mad.”

“You already pissme off.”

“I guess that’staken care of then,” he joked and then distanced himself a bit from Jasonas he turned his attention away and picked up the toy resting in his lap.“Though you have a little version of me to yell at.” There was anamused smile gracing his lips as he played with the plush and wiggled itaround, examining its outfit. “It’s pretty spot on,” he murmuredunder his breath, a bit surprised at the quality of the stuffed toy, as Jasonhad been the other day.

“Yeah and trust me,I do yell at it. He is my personal outlet,” Jason said and pinched itscheek. “He listens well.”

“You know you canjust yell at me if I make you angry right?”

“Yeah but you’dyell back.”

“Jay—” Dicksaid and leveled his eyes at him. “I’m serious.If you have an issue, please talk to me about it.” This was probably beingsprung about due to his poor relationships. “I want to communicate betterwith you. I…I want our relationship to flourish.”

And Jason did as well,so he supposed the first thing they needed to overcome was being able toexpress their emotions. Which included ones that they often kept to themselvesand he knew that Dick was the master at that. Always kept his issues in,letting it boil until it just burst open. He needed to improve on that andmaybe it was something they could work on together. 

“We’ll both have towork on communicating then,” Jason said and Dick laughed at him, noddinghis head in agreement because it was the honest truth.

“So—” Dicksettled his eyes on Jason again and wrapped the Nightwing plush close againsthis chest as his little persona settled in his lap. That was the most adorablething he’d ever seen Dick do and he wished he could snap a picture right now,but he had no clue where his phone was at. He was about to search for it, hewas interrupted as Dick finished his comment. “How do you feel about me?“He asked with a small smirk on his lips, teasing the man gently since heprobably knew his answer already. Jason just rolled his eyes at him inamusement and smiled back.

"Let me showyou,” he said as he curled a hand behind Dick’s neck, fingers tangling inhis soft hair and pulled him into a bruising kiss as their lips met in a fierypassion.

They fell against thebed, limbs tangled in one another as they kissed the night away, soft murmursand moans filtering into the still air.

[sincerlyyme-blog]

My dear mother walnut! You you maybe do like a head cannon of how Connor and Evan would take care of y/n. Like if she was sick or having cramps or somethin, only if you want to tho. Thanks :)!

TREE BOY: 

- would freak tf out at first

- he would be asking you a million questions a minute

- like at first it wouldnt hit him how sick you were

- then he would see you and be like “oH gOD”

- he would bring you home and tuck you into bed

- he really wouldnt know how to take care of a person unless he looked back and thought about how his mom took care of him

- he has memories of his mom bringing him soup and crackers

- so he makes you the most delicious soup !!!ever!!! 

- and if you were nauseous he would rub your tummy and smooth your hair down

- he would place lil feather light kisses on your temples and hold a cold cloth to your forehead

- he would make sure to do all the simple tasks that you were still capable of

- want the remote?

- “DoNt MoVe I gOt It !!!!!”

- going to the bathroom?

- “nO, nO, nO, i WIlL cArRy YoU”

- “ev, im too heavy”

- “i can try!!!”

- he would run to the store at literally any hour to get you whatever you needed

- dont even get me started on when youre pregnant w morning sickness oml…

CON-O

- would have no feckin idea of what to do lol

- he would probs be the worst person when it comes to medical stuff

- like evan would know exactly what medicine and stuff to give u but not know your boundaries

- whereas connor is the opposite

- he would have no clue as to what meds to give you, but took care of you like a princess

- when u get a fever, he insists that you change into one of his baggy t shirts and a pair of his boxers

- he would set an alarm for every two hours to wake himself up and check ur temperature

- you wouldnt even know bc u would be asleep but

- he would wake up, feel your forehead, frown, and just look at you with a broken heart

- he literally hated anything that caused you inconvenience

- he hated it more when he couldnt fix it right away

- connor would fight a bear if it looked at you the wrong way

- when you would get whiny, his heart would melt

- he would do the thing where he places his hand in your hair and runs his thumb over your temple over and over again

- expect lots of shoulder kisses tbh 

- he would do anything for u 

- he is whipped 

[hailey-halstead]

Chessboard

hi guys!!!!! here's a fic related to 5x10 :-) hope u guys enjoy! i don't own anything ——————— Sylvie groaned, head hitting the back of the bed frame in frustration. She was tempted to throw the chess board and pieces across the room, but decided to take her anger out on herself. She had met Eva and Diego for the first time a few days ago. She thought going to Antonio's parents' anniversary party was scary and intimidating at the time, but it was nothing compared to meeting his children. Eva had welcomed her wholeheartedly, asking her about her career as a paramedic since the 16 year old was thinking about becoming a nurse. Since her own aunt, Gabby, was a paramedic as well, Sylvie was extremely flattered that Eva went to her for information. With that tiny connection, they were able to hit it off beautifully, Eva even giving Sylvie a hug before she left. But Diego.... Diego said barely two words to her. Actually, they were just "hi" and "bye". No matter how much Sylvie tried to converse with him, he only answered with a shrug or a shake of the head. Antonio tried to assure Sylvie that he was doing the silent treatment with everyone these days, totally fixated on his chess app. But Sylvie could clearly see the strong relationship Diego had with both his father and sister, and while she wanted to make sure she didn't overstep her boundaries, she really did want to form some kind of relationship with her boyfriend's son. Later that exact night, Sylvie went out to a local department store to buy a chess set and an instruction booklet. However, the directions had seemed like another language to her. It was incredibly confusing. Cruz's advice had helped, but she still needed to do better. She would be seeing Diego again in a couple of days, so she was on a time crunch. She was on break, and like the days prior, she was spending it desperately trying to expand her knowledge on chess. She didn't let Antonio in on her plan, not wanting him to know how badly she was trying to bond with his son. Yes, she assumed that he would actually be happy that she was wanting to get along with Diego. But she couldn't get rid of the thoughts in the back of her mind that were telling her not to freak him out. "Damn it," She muttered, again rereading a section over. She considered herself to be a fairly intelligent person, but for some reason she couldn't figure out a simple game like chess. Her ears perked up when she heard people approaching. She didn't mind the curious eyes, and since she was trying to learn the game in the firehouse she knew that she couldn't hide what she was doing from the others. Even Boden, who stays away from his firefighters and paramedics' personal lives, walked past her once and gave her a few tips. When she recognized the voices however, she immediately went into a panic mode. They belonged to two people, and it wasn't the first voice that bothered her. That one was Herrmann's, but the second voice was Antonio's. "Crap!" She tried to rush putting away the chessboard and pieces, but in her hassle she knocked the majority of the pieces off of the bed. She had to decide what she was going to do, and fast. Herrmann and Antonio were quickly approaching. As she was down on the ground attempting to pick up the pieces as fast as she could, on a whim she decided to hide underneath the bed. She saw the two pairs of feet a few seconds later from her position under the bed. She had hoped that they wouldn't have noticed the mess she left, but they did. "Huh." Antonio's feet stopped, Sylvie could easily distinguish his shoes from Herrmann's, turning towards the bed. "Whose playing chess?" "Oh! I bet it was Bre—" Sylvie cringed, if he revealed that she was learning chess, Antonio was bound to figure out why. Luckily, Herrmann realized this. Or probably remembered that she specifically told everyone who found out her new hobby to not tell Antonio. Either way, she was grateful. "Boden. He's been really into the game recently." Sylvie couldn't help but cringe again when she heard the direction Herrmann decided to go. Boden, really? That was the least believable person to go with. She understood that their last names both started with a B, but still he could have chosen another name. "Really?" Antonio sounded suspicious. It wasn't going to be easy to get this target off of her back. "Wouldn't he do all of this in his office? And pick up after his mess?" "Eh, Uh..." Herrmann was fumbling over his words, but then recovered. "Feelin' nostalgic from his older days." "Right." Again, Antonio sounded skeptical. "You know what, Herrmann, I think I left my keys back there. I'll update you later, okay?" "Sounds like a plan." Herrmann begun walking away. "I'll tell Brett that you said hello, then?" "Yeah, that would be good. Thanks." Sylvie listened to Herrmann walk away until she couldn't hear his footsteps anymore. However, Antonio's feet didn't move at all. Anxiety begun to find its way into her stomach, starting to believe that he didn't misplace his keys at all. "Ah!" She couldn't hold back a surprised yelp when he suddenly leaned down and shoved his head underneath the bed. Her head shot up and hit the bottom of the bed, an instant reaction that she couldn't avoid. "Ow." She moaned, gratefully taking his hand to help herself up as she crawled out of her hiding spot. "You okay?" He took a hold of her head, examining it with great detail. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, knowing he was only concerned. But still, she had only bumped her head. There was no dire emergency. "Yeah." She couldn't help but wince when his hand brushed against the place she bumped her head. "You scared the shit out of me, though." "Sorry about that." He apologized. "To be fair, you shouldn't hide underneath the bed." "I thought you wouldn't notice me." She admitted. "But I should have known that I wouldn't have been able to fool you." "I'm a detective, it's my job to take in my surroundings." He told her, clearly amused. His hand still gently strokes the slight bump on her head that she received from the scare. "Also, you left your phone on the bed." Sylvie looked down, and indeed, on the bed laid her iPhone. She wasn't that sneaky after all. It probably would have been better if she just continued sitting on the bed instead of making this mess. Because now, her head was bruised and she was frazzled. "Next time I have to do better, I guess." She grabbed her phone and tucked it into her back pocket. She didn't want to leave it alone again, better to be safe than sorry. "Next time you try to hide from me?" Antonio took his hand off of her head, crossing it over the other in front of his chest. "I assumed you would have been pleasantly surprised to see me." "Well, yes—of course, always—" Sylvie stuttered out, her boyfriend making her feel flustered. She didn't know why she was still feeling this way, so on edge. He was going to put the pieces together in a matter of minutes that Sylvie was trying to learn chess to get Diego to talk to her. He turned his attention to the chess pieces on the floor, staring at them for a few seconds, an unreadable expression on his face. He then looked at the bed, picking up the introduction to chess book, flipping through the pages. Sylvie was unable to speak, she was filled with nerves. It felt like there was a humongous lump in her throat. Sylvie assumed it was better to stay silent anyways, as Antonio would be able to figure out what was going on by himself. Plus she didn't know exactly what to say. More butterflies begun to fly around in her stomach when she finally saw him begin to realize what was going on. He turned towards Sylvie with a dumbfounded expression on his face. "You're trying to learn chess for Diego?" His eyes were now looking directly into hers. She could see the distinct surprise in them. Sylvie scratched the back of her head, deciding just to go for it. She was trying to get closer to his son, form a connection. He wouldn't feel anything but gratitude towards her. Right? "Yeah, I am." He didn't say anything, only giving a nod as an encouragement for her to continue. She took that moment to take a deep breath, to try to recollect her thoughts. "So....the other day.." She begun to explain the why she was learning chess for Diego. "I hit it off with Eva, well at least I'm pretty confident I did—" "You did." Antonio confirmed. "She really likes you." At that news Sylvie couldn't hold back her smile. "Really? That's great!" When Antonio didn't respond, she remembered that she was in the middle of telling him why she was learning chess. "But with Diego....he barely said anything to me. And if I am recalling this correctly, I am pretty sure those words were hi and bye." She told Antonio. "And I noticed that the whole time he was so invested in that chess app on his phone, so I decided...." She gestured to the empty chessboard and also the instruction booklet Antonio was holding in his hand. "Well, you can assume the rest." "Why?" Antonio pressed, stepping closer to Sylvie. She took ahold of his hands, pulling him down so they both could sit on the edge of the bed. Before her bottom touched the mattress, she pushed the chessboard to the other side of the bed. "What do you mean why?" Sylvie thought he would understand immediately why she was wanting to get along with Eva and Diego so badly. "They are your kids, the most important people in the world to you. So that makes them important to me too. I don't just want to have forced small talk with them every time we see each other, I want to develop a relationship with them." She confessed, hoping this wasn't too serious relationship stuff she was treading on. Yes, him introducing her to his kids was a big sign that he viewed their relationship as something serious, but she wanted to make sure she wasn't overstepping any uncharted territory. Sylvie became quiet, awaiting Antonio's response. But he didn't say anything, only continued staring at her with an intense look in his eyes. She must have freaked him out. Sylvie opened her mouth, trying to think of a way to fix the situation— When Antonio's mouth rammed against hers, as his hand reached up to cradle the back of her neck. His initial action was rough, but as their lips met, he became gentle. Each time their lips briefly separated, he came back again to catch hers in between his like she was a piece of delicate porcelain glass. Sylvie matched his pace, reaching her hands up to grasp the back of his leather jacket. "God, I love you." He whispered as they parted. Either his declaration of love was because of the heat of the moment, or he had actually planned this. Knowing Antonio, it was probably a combination of the two. "What?" She breathed out, eyes widening. She knew what she should have replied with, but he had caught her off guard. Antonio seemed to get even more determined. "I love you." He repeated. "And I've been feeling this way for a while, but I didn't want to scare you off—" "You scare me off?" Sylvie blurted off, interrupting him. Probably wasn't the best decision, as he had just told her he loved her and was explaining his feelings, but she couldn't hold back her surprise. Especially when she was worried that she was going to scare him off! "That's ridiculous." "Like it's ridiculous that you thought that I would be scared off by you?" Sylvie opened her mouth in surprise, as she didn't mention to Antonio that piece of information. "You're so easy to read, babe." Was Antonio's reply, which Sylvie couldn't argue against. What he said was completely true. "You don't have to point out the obvious." Sylvie told him, finally letting go of her grip on his jacket. "I'm just waiting for your reply." "My reply?" Sylvie repeated, slightly puzzled. "What reply—oh!" She covered her mouth with her hands. Had she really not responded to him yet? "Yeah, oh." Antonio mimicked, leaning forward. "I love you." Sylvie finally responded, clasping her hands around his neck. Antonio didn't reply with words, pressing his lips against hers again.