#Ran is for sure sneaking into my book

[direrose073]

Just casually found Ran in my physics book 💀

It's like from the episode from season 1 when the Haitani brothers are first introduced

💀 the clothes match y'all

[jaiwritez]

Phantom Pickpocket Part 2

You would think with all the cameras around that it would be easier for him to find ‘Bat Bait’ or BB as him and his eldest siblings have been calling him. After the kid turned invisible and ran off with the tires. He thought he was going to be able to be just track down the tires back to the kid’s little hideout but it seems the little ankle biter had critical thinking skills.

He tracked down the tires only for them to be on the roof top of an abandoned building. He checked the building from basement to attic for any signs of a kid or kids staying there. There was no signs of life. Its like the kid vanished without a trace……literally and figuratively.

Jason sighed as he kept checking his phone for oracle updates. He was sitting in a local coffee shop. Owned by an old Italian lesbian couple. They always made the best iced coffee after all nighters. Always throwing him and the local kids cookies on the house. Plus he always felt calmer in here.

There weren’t many people here today as it was raining outside. However that was fine by him as he was currently trying to unwind with a new book to get his mind and the pit off the kid. However given he’s been sitting there for 30 mins and hasn’t gotten past the second page, it wasn’t working. The pit was telling him something but he couldn’t decipher.

“Hun what’s wrong? I left yah a coffee cake on the table and you haven’t even noticed it.” Elena said walking over, throwing her towel over her shoulder. She was wearing a lightly opened white button up tucked into blue jeans. Her black curly hair was held up in her red bandana that matched her lipstick.

“Im telling yah. It’s that red head boy. If he dumped yah. I know a guy. We can have him sleepin in tha hahbar by mornin.” Her wife Cecilia called from the kitchen before coming out. She had her long brown hair tyed in a messy bun, wearing jeans, a black tank top and a white apron. Her hands and wrist were covered in flour.

He laughed at that. He was surprised that they even remembered Roy. He had only brought him by once. “No, it’s not about Roy. Who even said me and Roy were dating?” He said raising an eyebrow at the two women, who looked at each other then looked back to him.

“Honey you barely took your eyes off him.” Elena said sweetly.

“You were staring at his ass when he went to the bathroom.” Cecilia said bluntly causing her wife to laugh. “Listen kid I get it, he’s built well but let’s not lie.”

He could barely contain his blush at being caught out like that but smiled and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Me and Roy aren’t dating…. YET, but, I’m working on it.” He replied.

“I’m sure yah are. So if it’s not him. What’s eating yah.” Cecilia said walking over and bumping her wife in the rib at her joke. Elena smiled and rolled her eyes but looked back to him with the same questioning look. He felt the feeling of the pit pulling at him again. He sighed.

“Honestly. I’m worried about this kid. He stole the wheels off my bike and ran off. I’m just worried about him getting caught up in the wrong crowd. It also brought up old memories.” He replied.

“Ah. A fellow thief. Serves you right. I remember when you used to steal our metal spoons.” Elena said with no real bite. She looked up as if she was remembering the day with a smile.

“That was only one time.” He tried to defend himself.

“Three times and the last time you took fork. However I do remember you sneaking in and leaving a large wad of cash. After you got adopted.” Cecilia said crossing her arms and leaning on the counter. All he could do is chuckle.

“What does the kid look like? Maybe we can give you a clue or keep an eye out for him.” Elena said taking out a notepad from her pocket.

“Well. He’s not too tall. Very skinny for his age by the looks of it. He has jet black hair and almost unnatural icey shade of blue eyes. He was wearing a black hoodie but it looked like he had a scar on-“

“Hey I finished washing the dishes. Do you have anything else for me to do?”

THE KID?!!?

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3 (pending)

[oldermenfucker]

Daddy’s Girl | M. Robby

Summary: You finally manage to send your daughter to a sleepover and get your husband alone after various unsuccessful attempts to get your hands on his body.

Warnings: 18+ mdni! SMUUUUUT, kind of daddy kink? Idk? They refer to each other as mommy and daddy (parental lmao like a nickname), handjob, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding, cowgirl, they are PENT UP OKAY, English isn’t my first language<3

Word count: 3.3k+

An: this is basically Mama’s Boy but Robby’s version with horny reader cause I’d also be very interested in getting that man naked so🤭

Comments & reblogs are always appreciated<3

Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

  You are sure you will turn into a green ghoul if you hear this word one more time. You are sick of it, sick of how this one single word with five letters has your husband trapped in a spell.

  It’s not like your little girl doesn’t cling to you at all, but when Daddy is home, then Daddy has to do everything for her; bathing? Daddy. Thirsty? Daddy. Hungry? Daddy. Bedtime story? Daddy, please!

  And Michael Robinavitch folds the second his precious daughter opens her mouth.

  It irritates you, frustrates you beyond belief, not your daughter, though, god no, you would kill for her. Still, she is always around when you want to take a few seconds to cuddle with your husband, she shows up at the most inconvenient moment when you are sneaking your hands under Robby’s shirt.

  Take last week, for example. You and your daughter were coloring in her book on the coffee table in the living room when you heard the keys jiggle from the other side of the door, knowing your husband was just a second away from entering the house.

  “Hey, girls!” 

  “Daddy!” She shrieks and drops her pencils on the table, nearly tripping over the cushion she was sitting on as she bolts toward Robby, “Daddy, hi!”

  “Princess,” he groans as he picks her up, kissing her cheek as she wraps her little arms around his neck, “How are you? Were you good for mommy?”

  “Hey, baby,” you stand up and walk up to them, kissing Robby softly when he leans down to capture your lips with his. “How was your day?”

  “Exhausting,” he sighs, dropping his forehead on yours before smiling and looking at his daughter, who just nuzzles his neck and pouts, “But it’s so much better now that I’ve got my girls with me.”

  “I drew something for you!” Your daughter wiggles her way out of Robby’s arms, rushing to her room to grab something, leaving the two of you alone.

  You pull Robby in for a deep kiss, your hands going to his cheeks as he kisses you back just as eagerly, his hands going to your waist to pull you closer. But the tension is broken just as quickly as it was built when your little girl runs back outside with two large drawings in her hands.

  “Look, daddy, look!”

  You break away in haste, putting your hands on your hips as you throw your head back, letting out a loud sigh as your daughter jogs toward you in the living room, waving the papers as she waits for Robby to pick her up.

  “What did you draw, princess?” He asks, dropping his backpack on the floor before he scoops her up in his arms, moving to sit on the couch to look at what she has drawn for him, leaving you breathless and needy.

  The second time was when you thought Robby had put her to sleep successfully. You both thought she was dreaming of seven kingdoms and fairies, so without wasting a second, you were straddling him with your lips chasing his and his hands roaming your body.

  Unfortunately, you were wrong.

  “Daddy!”

  Robby pushed you off him, making sure you were okay with a quick glance as you caught yourself on your elbows on the cushions, chest heaving and lips swollen as you stared at your daughter with wide eyes.

  “What happened, sweetheart?” Robby cleared his throat, shifting on his spot to hide the evidence of his arousal as he ran a hand over his daughter’s head, “Why are you up?”

  “You didn’t read this part, it is the most exciting part of the story!” She pouted, the spitting image of Robby that made you melt right there, but you nearly choked on your saliva when she turned her face to you, pouting even harder when she noticed what state you were in, “Mommy, are you okay?”

  “Yes, little birdie, come on up here! Daddy will read to both of us, yeah?” You collected her in your arms, moving so your back was against Robby’s chest as he reached for his readers before he began.

  The next time you were sure she was busy, you knew she was busy. That was why you chose that moment to slip inside the shower with your husband, clothes soaked and pressed up against the wall.

  Your daughter was watching her favorite cartoon, eyes practically glued to the TV while she ate her fruit. That was the routine, she wouldn’t pay attention to any distractions when this specific cartoon was on, she never did.

  So you seized the moment, bathroom door locked, and lips collided under the steaming water while Robby tried to get your pants off without having you both slip down.

  But the spell was broken as soon as he got his hands on your wet thighs, ready to haul you off the ground. You knew it would be reckless, but you had no choice; you needed your husband, and that seemed the right moment to do something about it.

  “Daddy?” A confused voice made you freeze under the hot shower, eyes terrifyingly wide and no longer dark with arousal, “Mommy?”

  You somehow managed to take all of your clothes off and put on the clothes Robby had taken with him to the shower to wear after he cleaned himself. With a racing heart, you opened the door only to find your daughter looking around the room, equally terrified as if you had left her.

  “Baby, what happened?” You crouched down next to her, gently rubbing a hand down her back as she shrugged, “I thought you were watching your favorite cartoon!”

  “I was!” The kid nodded and wrapped her arms around your neck, waiting to be picked up. You did as she asked, holding her on your forearm while walking back into the living room, hissing when water droplets fell over your shirt, “Until I couldn’t hear anything! It was too��� quiet? Why is your hair wet? I thought Daddy was taking a shower!”

  “Oh, yeah, yeah, he is! I just spilled something on my hair and had to do a quick rinse.” You tried to act like nothing happened, and nothing did, but it was apparently enough for your daughter’s genius brain to run ten different scenarios. 

  “Oh, okay— daddy! Can you watch cartoons with us, please?” Robby managed to catch her in time when she threw herself towards him, looking up at him with the same brown eyes he possessed.

  “Yes, princess, I can,” he kissed her head, sitting back down on the couch before he grabbed your hand and pulled you down on the cushions gently, “Let’s see what you got there.”

  He gave you an apologetic look when the kid settled against his chest, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss your knuckles, humming when you kissed his shoulder in return, and laid your head there.

  Tonight, though, there is no way you are letting your little angel get in the middle of your plans.

  “What’s going on?” Robby walks out of his study, smiling when he finds you and his daughter packing a bunch of clothes and dolls, “Going on a trip without me?”

  “A sleepover!” She grins, jogging back to her dolls to pick another one from them before she scrunches her face and runs to hug Robby’s legs, “I won’t go on a trip without you, daddy…”

  “I know, baby,” he kneels in front of her, cupping her little face in his hands before he pecks her chubby cheek a few times until she is giggling and trying to push him away, “I’m just messing with you! Now, where are you going to have a sleepover?”

  “At Aunt Dana’s! Mommy called her and asked if her daughter wanted to play, and she said yes!”

  “How exciting!” He picks her up, slowly walking to you when you zip up her bag, smirking when you side eye him, knowing exactly what he is thinking about, “A sleepover? You? Since when?”

  “Since today,” you hiss at him, picking up the brush from your daughter’s vanity with a few hair clips to do her hair, taking her from Robby before sitting her down on the chair in front of the mirror, watching as she kicks her feet in excitement, “It’s Dana and I trust her, so I thought why not!”

  “Aha, okay,” he crosses his arms over his chest, looking at you when he tilts his head down, trying to hide the amusement in his tone, “And what are we going to do without our princess around?”

  “Don’t have fun without me!” 

  “Oh, nothing is fun when you’re not around, babygirl.” You kiss the crown of her head, gently untangling the strands before you glance at Robby, “Us? Boring adult stuff, reading a book, cooking dinner, maybe watching a sad, boring movie.”

  “It doesn’t sound fun,” your daughter beams when you are done with her hair, and you watch as she gasps and bolts out of the room when she hears the sound of the doorbell.

  You know Robby wants to say something cheeky, so you pin him to his spot with a glare but it only spurs him on, the smirk turning into a cocky grin as he throws his hands up in the air, grabbing the pink bag on the floor to follow you out of the bedroom.

  “Aunt Dana!” 

  “Hi, thank you for picking her up.” You hug Dana tightly, making sure she knows how much you appreciate her stepping up to have your little girl over for the night, “I’m sure they’re going to have so much fun.”

  “They will. Don’t worry about anything, okay? Just worry about your man,” she winks at you, spotting Robby approaching the door with his daughter’s bag in hand, “Hey, Robby.”

  “Hi, thank you for taking care of her, we owe you one,” he hands Dana the bag before he crouches down in front of the kid, hugging her one last time, “Be good for Aunt Dana, yeah?”

  “I’m always good, Daddy!” She hugs him back, “I’ll call you when I’m not here so you won’t miss me a lot.”

  “Okay, baby,” he chuckles, smooching her cheek before he sends her off to you, watching as you tickle her sides and kiss her head gently.

  “See you tomorrow, little birdie.”

  “See you, mommy!” 

  You both watch as Dana takes her hand and waves at you, walking into the elevator while she listens to your daughter’s ramblings about her day. 

  You sigh with relief, body already burning with unresolved sexual frustration, as you shut the door before turning around, finding Robby standing there with a curious smile, waiting for you to say something.

  You don’t. Instead, you fist his t-shirt in your hands, yanking him down to meet your lips halfway, stumbling back to the nearest wall as he struggles to keep his weight up from crushing you.

  You need him to crush you, you need to feel him all over you, on top of you, under you, in any position you can get him. 

  He braces himself by one palm on the wall and the other on your hip, lips tangled in a dance of dominance that has your mind swirling in desire. He tastes like his evening coffee and brownies you and your daughter made, a bittersweet flavor that is enough to make you moan wantonly.

  “What’s going on, love?” He asks breathlessly, his forehead resting on yours, as the hand on the wall comes down to tilt up your head by grabbing your neck.

  “It’s Mommy’s playtime with Daddy now.” Your hand goes to the nape of his neck, craning your neck to crash your lips into his once more, finally letting the noises you have been holding back for weeks pour out of you.

  He groans back in reply, teeth clashing and tongues meeting in a battle of dominance which he wins immediately, pulling out a desperate whine from your throat.

  He grabs the back of your thighs, large palms spread against the flesh as he picks you up like you weigh nothing, pressing himself to you as he holds you up against the wall with ease, making home between your legs.

  You can feel his hardened length resting over your clothed sex, ready to be released and taken care of, and the idea excites you that he seems to be just as frustrated as you have been.

  “You’re crazy,” he mumbles against your lips, carrying you to bed slowly while your lips travel down to his jaw, pressing kisses all over his beard, going lower with each nibble until you reach his neck and he digs his nails into your thighs as a warning, fearing he might drop you while making his way to the bedroom with you in hus arms, “Sending our daughter just so you can have your way with me? Real fucking crazy, wife.”

  “Your mouth’s saying one thing,” you grind yourself down as best as possible, biting your lips as the bulge in his sweats rubs on the wet spot, “Your dick is saying another.”

  “Keep talking and I’ll show you—“

  You cut him off as soon as he lowers you on the bed, pushing him on his back on the mattress roughly with a hand on his chest, straddling him swiftly while he is in shock.

  “No,” you place your heat right on top of the tent in his pants, hands bracing against his chest to keep him pinned down, “My turn to show you what happens when you don’t fuck me fast enough when our daughter isn’t paying attention.”

  “What my princess wants, she gets—“

  “Neglecting the queen has never been in the benefits of the kingdom, Michael,” you pull his shirt off, raking your nails on his exposed skin, caressing his pecs and soft grey hair dusting his chest, “I will fuck you tonight cause it seems you have forgotten how to do it.”

  “Oh, so bitter,” he laughs, looking at you with a smug and playful expression, “Jealous of your own daughter? Baby, don’t be like that—fuck!”

  You pull on his nipple, pinching the bud between your thumb and pointer finger. Now it is your time to get smug and move lower on his thighs, pulling his sweats down in one motion, watching as his cock bounces free.

  “No underwear? Were you planning to get fucked, Daddy?” You ask, cocking your head to the side as you bring your palm to your mouth, spitting on it before grabbing a hold of his twitching member and stroking him.

  “Fuck, that’s my line,” he throws his head back, hands moving to reach for you but you swat them away, tightening your hold around his dick as you go faster, watching how a few droplets of precum ooze out of the red tip.

  “I don’t care,” you shake your head, stepping out of your pants and underwear quickly before moving back to crawl into Robby’s lap, “Not tonight at least.”

  He doesn’t reply, he can’t when you are already lining him up with your soaked entrance, sitting down on him as he breaches past your walls, splitting you on his cock without even trying.

  You shut your eyes, feeling so full and stuffed with how his thick cock opens up your cunt for him, sitting deep inside your core like he belongs there. He does.

  You keep yourself up by your hands on his belly, beginning to circle your hips, moving them slowly and steadily. Finally, you’ve got him inside you, finally, you can come without any interruptions.

  He seems to have the exact same thought with how fast his hands move to hold on your waist, lips parted, and eyes blown with lust as he helps you grind down on him. Robby enjoys how your weight pins him down; he can easily overpower you, but he has needed this for too long not to enjoy the sight of you taking what you want from him.

  You ride him vigorously, nails digging into his skin and thighs aching from the stretch around his wide hip bones while bouncing on him with your eyes glued to his flushed face.

  You have never seen a man so beautiful like him, so tantalizing that makes you turn into a feral woman, feisty and pathetic with how much desire he awakens in you — that’s why you have a child, maybe another won’t hurt.

  “C’mere—“ he groans, noticing how you got lost in your head before he grabs the back of your neck and tugs you down, laying you flat on top of him, “It’s daddy’s playtime again.”

  You can only wail out his name as you hide your face in the crook of his neck when he plants his feet on the ground, making sure his hips are secured on the edge of the bed before he starts thrusting into your puffy cunt with abandon.

  Fisting the sheets as hard as he is groping your ass, your eyes roll to the back of your skull when one of his hands goes to your waist to keep you in place, hammering his cock in a pace that he knows makes you gush around him.

  And you do; you come with a choked moan, biting his shoulder hard enough to leave your teeth marks while your cunt spasms around him, waves of euphoria going straight to your core.

  He isn’t too far behind, his thighs tremble, balls tightening before he goes numb under you; head thrown back, deep throaty groans falling from his lips as his cock twitches inside you, spurting his cum deep into your cunt.

  Breathlessly, you start kissing a line from his neck to his throat, sucking a mark right over his Thyroid, high enough for the entire world to see. 

  You can feel the tension leaving your body as you bask in the warmth of Robby’s body, the thumping of his heart right under your ear as you both try to calm down from the shocks of your orgasms.

  “I hate you for not wanting to do quickies,” you say, running your hand through his sweaty hair, snickering when he playfully slaps your ass.

  “Not my style,” he shrugs, smiling down at you, hissing when you sit up with his soft cock still inside you — even when he is soft, you feel so full — and he caresses your bare stomach, “Although this wasn’t a romantic love making either.”

  “Just wanted to call you out for your hypocrisy, thank you for being self aware, daddy,” you pinch his arm playfully, “Can’t believe I sent her to her first sleepover just so I can fuck her dad, wow.”

  “You mean your husband,” he sits up with you still naked on top of him, chest flushed against yours, “Besides, kid’s gotta learn how to be independent.”

  “Right, at the ripe age of five,” you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder, “I mean, yeah? But.. I don’t know, dude, I know it’s Dana—“

  “Did you— what the fuck did you call me?” He pulls your head back by grabbing your neck, forcing you to look into his widened eyes and a shocked smile on his lips, “You’re in trouble, young lady.”

  He flips you over, making you squeal when he nudges you upper on the bed before crawling over you, holding himself up by his forearms next to your head.

  “You’re a fifty-something-year-old dude, I doubt you can get it up again.”

  “Fortunately I’m not like other dudes, wife,” he slowly inches lower, kissing a path from your chin to your stomach, “I might need some time to ‘get it up’ as you so rudely put it, but I’ve got a mouth and ambitions to keep you up all night.”

  And oh, did it sound so delightful to hear the words you have been craving for weeks.

[mugglebornmarvelite]

hi, im in love with your writing, please don't stop

can you do something where Bucky can't find sunshine and nobody else is concerned because they know that you're okay? like you went to the mall or to get coffee, but didn't tell Bucky

oh! and I'd love some more sunshine and peter parker chaos. he's bestie material!

I need something funny and sweet after today, or I'll just reread old stories from you 🤧

thank you 💞💞💞

Caffeine and Chaos

Paring: Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Fem! Reader (Grumpy x Sunshine)

Summary: Bucky's protective instincts are on display when he can't find you. But when you return, Bucky's frustration gives way to fondness, even if he won't admit it.

Word Count: Roughly 1k 

Warnings: Fluff, comical violence, teasing, banter, flirting, a little bit of Peter’s self-deprecating humor

Author’s Note: This was such a cute idea; hope you enjoy :)

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“Where is she?”

Bucky’s voice cut through the otherwise quiet room.

The team didn’t flinch, accustomed to his daily grumbling.

Clint lazily flipped through a magazine, paying no attention to the scene unfolding.

Steve was polishing his shield, attempting his best to mediate. “Breathe, Buck.”

Natasha sipped her tea and barely looked up. “She’s fine,” she said, her voice unworried.

Sam barely stifled a laugh and leaned back in his chair. “Dude, she’s not your responsibility. She’s grown, man. You don’t have to track her every move.”

“Where. Did. She. Go?” Bucky repeated.

Tony was too busy typing on his tablet to care about Bucky’s panic. But the smirk on his face was undeniable.

He glanced up briefly. “Bucky, c'mon. You know she’s fine. She’ll be back before nightfall.”

Just as Bucky opened his mouth, he closed it once more. The door to the room swung open, and there you were, bouncing in like a ray of sunshine, Starbucks cup in hand.

“Bucky! Look what I got!” you chirped, instantly taking the edge off his simmering frustration.

His neck snapped around so fast you were sure you heard something crack. “Where did you go?” His voice was almost too calm now; you knew that wasn’t good.

You blinked, taking a sip of your iced coffee. “We ran out of my favorite coffee creamer and I went to drop off my almost overdue books at the library because I’m responsible.”

“By yourself?” he demanded, his eyes narrowing.

“Well, no,” you replied. “I had Peter with me.”

Peter, who had somehow remained unnoticed in the corner until this moment, immediately regretted his existence.

“Uh. Hey, Bucky,” he squeaked, his voice laced with panic.

Bucky’s intense death glare shifted to Peter. “You let her leave?”

Peter looked back at you in betrayal.

“I told you he’d kill me; should’ve never let you talk me into it,” he muttered under his breath.

You rolled your eyes. “It was barely an hour.”

Bucky, however, didn’t seem convinced. “And what if someone grabbed you, huh?”

You frowned slightly, raising the drink in your hand. “Then at least I’d have my coffee?” You shrugged innocently.

Bucky exhaled so forcefully you thought he might pass out from sheer frustration. “Go. Sit. Down. Now.”

With a sigh, you obediently went to the couch and flopped down.

Peter tried to sneak away unnoticed, but Bucky was already one step ahead. He grabbed the back of Peter’s hoodie with a firm grip.

Peter sighed. “This is it. I’m a goner. Say nice things at my funeral.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Come on, Bucky. It was just a coffee run.”

“Next time, I’m coming with you,” Bucky muttered, his voice still holding that soft edge of fondness despite his grumbling.

You grinned, too pleased with yourself. “As if you could keep up.”

“Oh, I could keep up just fine, sunshine,” he shot back, his words softer now, laced with affection.

He let go of Peter, and the boy scrambled upstairs.

Meanwhile, Sam exchanged a knowing glance with Steve.

That was never a good thing.

Still polishing his shield, Steve muttered loud enough for Bucky to hear, “You know, Buck, I didn’t think you’d be the type to get whipped like this.”

Sam snickered, his grin wide. “Yeah, man. Look at you. All tense when she’s gone for an hour. It’s almost cute.”

“Shut up, both of you,” he grumbled, clearly trying to hide his embarrassment.

Steve, barely able to suppress his own laugh, added, “You’re in deep, Bucky. You’re one stop away from buying her flowers and writing a song about it.”

“I swear to God, Rogers, I’m going to throw you off this fucking building,” Bucky threatened.

Sam leaned back in his chair, looking way too entertained by the situation. “You’re already whipped, Buck. Might as well embrace it. The song’s gonna be a ballad, right? Something with violins?”

Steve and Sam laughed, ready to keep taking shots at Bucky.

Without warning, Bucky grabbed a vase from the nearby table and hurled it toward Steve and Sam.

Sam ducked behind Steve, who instinctively raised his shield, deflecting the vase with a loud clang. The vase shattered against the shield, sending shards of ceramic skittering across the floor.

However, not a single person flinched. It was like this kind of chaos had become second nature.

You tugged on Bucky’s sleeve, your voice soft but firm. “Come on, Bucky. Sit down,” you said, pulling him gently toward the couch.

He let out a long, aggravated sigh but obeyed, dropping down beside you. “This is why I spend my free time alone,” he muttered under his breath.

“You’re right.” You leaned into Bucky’s side. “We should spend more of your free time alone.”

Bucky pretended not to shift to make you more comfortable against him. “Next time, I’m coming with you,” he muttered.

You hummed in acknowledgement, curling into his side like a content cat basking in the sun, slowly falling asleep.

With a quiet sigh, Bucky threw a blanket over you, pretending not to notice Steve and Sam stifling their laughter as he ran his fingers through your hair.

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[rafesproperty]

Rafe Cameron x Reader GF <3

Rafe with a girlfriend that loves to read. He doesn’t get it. Really. But he’d do anything to make his girl happy. ❤️‍🩹

Just Rafe being disgustingly sweet and spoiling reader…

I wanna make a part 2 where he finds out about annotating cuz that scenario is just hillarious to me 😭 lmk if you want it!

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“Hey, baby,” Rafe mumbled as he walked into the kitchen, it was early in the morning and his voice was still rough, his hair messy and his eyes barely open as he reached for your coffee and took a sip. You were staying at Tannyhill for a while because his dad was on some family trip with Sarah and Rose.

You chuckled and reached for your coffee, snatching it from his hand. “Morning.”

He started to make coffee for himself as well, you’d normally admire his back in the white shirt he was wearing, but you were almost finished with your book so you kept reading, eyes glued to the page. Rafe noticed and looked over his shoulder at you. “Wheezie’s still sleeping?” His eyes trailed down to the table, one singular book laying there but a bunch of mini colorful papers and pens laying around it. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed there was no notebook tho. Weird.

“Mhm,” you gave a quick nod, clearly more focused on the text in your book than on him. “Made you some waffles.” You added and kept reading the page quickly. Suddenly you let out a gasp.

“What?” Rafe quickly turned around, his flight fight or fight mode on immediately. Then he let out a frustrated groan when he realised why you gasped and he leaned against the table, flexing his arms (not happy that you didn’t even look), and sneaking a glance at the page.

“Oh, my fucking God. I need to know the rest.” You let out a tortured moan and looked up at him, suddenly realising you were not alone and that your very much judgy boyfriend was staring at you. You felt your cheeks flush. “Sorry, um… it just… was intense is all.” You closed the book shut, avoiding eye contact with him.

Rafe grinned. “You’re so weird.” He mumbled and ran a hand through your hair. “So, so weird it actually makes you cute as fuck.” He whispered as he leaned down to you, you closed your eyes and purred softly at his touch. He smirked, satisfied that he finally got your attention.

You chuckled at his comment, looking up at him. You knew Rafe didn’t get it. He was very much reality-oriented and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to force him to read a book if his life depended on it. Yours maybe… but you’d probably die anyway. Plus there was no way he’d ever find the time in his schedule to read something. He was either taking care of business or spent all his free time with you and you only, and intended to keep it that way.

He went back to making coffee and you pulled out your phone, looking up the next book in the series you were currently reading. The thing is it was still a fresh release and everyone loved this series so it was sold out everywhere, hard to get and if a store had it they put an insane price on it, knowing some people would buy it anyway.

“30 fucking dollars for a paperback? Fucking assholes.” You slammed your phone down and Rafe turned around, giving you a look of genuine confusion.

“What’s wrong?” He had no idea what a paperback means, or how much books even cost. Thirty dollars sounded normal to him… cheap even.

“What’s wrong? Baby 30 bucks would be insane even for a hardcover.”

“A what?”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s fucking ridiculous. They put a big price on it because they know people want it and some people will buy it but I-“

“I’ll get it for you.” Rafe stopped your rant and sat down next to you with his coffee and the waffles you made earlier.

“What? No, Rafey, no. It’s so fucking expensive.”

He genuinely grinned at your statement. “Baby, it’s 30 bucks.” He rested his hand on your knee, drawing little circles with his thumb, trying to ease your mood. He was still sleepy, normally you’d admire how pretty he looked with his hair all messy and eyes puffy.

“No. That’s not the point. It’s too much for a book. Baby a paperback is usually around 10 dollars.”

“So?”

You groaned. Oh how you wanted to rant to someone about how stupid it was, but of course Rafe didn’t understand. Where was Wheezie when you needed her?

Rafe grabbed your phone and checked the location of the bookstore. You both ate your waffles and chatted about some other things for a while. He eventually got up. “Get dressed, we’ll go get it.”

“Rafey it’s really okay-“

“Shut upppp,” it was his turn to groan in annoyance now and you chuckled at his expression. “Wanna make you happy baby, I don’t give a fuck if it costs a thousand. Get dressed.”

There was no arguing with Rafe once he made up his mind. You were on his bike within a few minutes, holding on to him as he parked in front of the bookstore. He grabbed your waist as he led you inside, holding you close to him — it was a thing he did whenever you went to public together.

You immediately knew where to look for the book you wanted, but your eyes lingered on some new releases on your way over to the fantasy isle anyway, remembering you wanted some of them.

Rafe followed closely behind, texting Barry back on his phone about something.

There were two girls standing next to the fantasy isle and you heard them rant about how overpriced this specific book is and how unfair it is. You really couldn’t agree more. You reached for it and sighed. “Oh God,” you mumbled to yourself when you saw the price. Not thirty, but thirty fucking two.

“Right?!” One of the girls looked at you, obviously also pissed off. “I mean, how greedy can they get.” She ranted.

“Yeah I threw a tantrum when I saw how much it is this morning.” You laughed and she laughed as well, the other girl adding in her own complaining and you were chatting about it for a while, talking about the events of the first book in the series. Rafe was behind you for a while but he got annoyed with Barrys shit over the phone so he found a chair to sit on and let you talk to the girls.

“Right, um, I’ll get going.” You eventually said to the girls when you noticed Rafe was now just scrolling on his phone. You didn’t really wanna keep him waiting.

“Wait you’re actually buying it?!”

“Um,” you let out a nervous laugh, “yeah, well, no… my um, boyfriend’s getting it for me.” You admitted, you didn’t want to brag but you also didn’t want to say you’re getting it and take the credit for something he’s paying for.

“Oh wow, lucky.” One of the girls smiled, sneaking a glance at him. You could tell just from the look in her eyes that she found Rafe scary. Most people did.

“I’m jealous,” the other whispered, whether about your boyfriend or the book was not clear. You smiled and said your goodbye, and went over to Rafe who was now on his feet, leaning against the wall.

He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw you only came back with that one book. “Did you fucking read the whole thing already?”

“What do you mean?” You grinned, ignoring his grumpiness.

“I thought you were picking shit. What were you doing?”

“Oh no, I was chatting with some girls. Sorry. They also had a lot to say about the pricing.” You smiled at him apologetically.

“Well yeah, but go pick more books.” He said annoyed. He didn’t really mind waiting for you but he didn’t understand why you only grabbed one.

“No, baby, this one’s already overpriced as fuck I don’t wanna-“

“For Gods sake Y/N, we’re already here. Get more. Wanna spoil you baby.” He brushed his finger against your cheek and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. You smiled at him and tried to hide your blush.

“Okay, alright. Can you—“

“Mhm,” he knew what you were asking immediately and grabbed the one you already had so you can go look at some more.

You were walking around the isles, checking out a bunch of books. You’d lie if you said you didn’t want almost every single one. As you were reading the back of some modern romance Rafe appeared behind you, he came closer to you and put one hand next to your head, leaning against you. You could feel his breath at the back of your neck and a shiver ran down your spine.

“Isn’t that just about sex?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, not noticing that the girls you were chatting to earlier were standing next to you and Rafe.

He seemed genuinely confused. “Why’d you read about it when we can do it?”

“Rafe,” you laughed again and turned around to face him, giving him a look, blushing when you noticed there were other people too.

“What? I’m serious. Bet I can make you feel better than some words on paper.” He brushed his hand against your back and you felt your whole body tense up… that is until you heard the girls next to you giggle.

“Shut the fuck up,” you mumbled, embarassment evident in your face. But Rafe just smirked, always eager to make you flustered.

“Besides,” you added, putting the book back, “you’d be surprised what a few words on paper can do to you.”

He gave you a susprised look, “Seriously?”

“Yeah where do you think I learned all my tricks?” You said jokingly and he grinned as well.

“Dunno, you were pretty innocent before I corrupted your pretty mind.” He mumbled next to your ear and nibbled at the skin of your exposed neck, softly kissing a mark. His mark.

Rafe smirked when he noticed the way your body reacted by leaning closer to him, and reached over you to grab the book you placed back. “So we’re buying it?”

“No.”

“Why not?” He raised an eyebrow. You were obviously intrigued by it, he thought.

“It doesn’t sound that interesting,” obvious lie, “’m gonna look for something else.”

“Get something else and this as well?”

“No, Rafey, books can get-“ but he just rolled his eyes and held it next to the first book you picked. Already made up his mind.

You knew he’d just get it no matter what you said. “Wait, it’s a sequel, can you—“ You looked up, not only was this store overpriced as fuck but they obviously also had zero respect for small people.

“Hm, here,” he leaned even closer, brushing his lips against your ear, trapping you a little, your back pressed against the bookshelf. “Which one?” He teased you with a smirk, his fingers brushing your hair aside to make the marks he left there the other day visible, his breath brushing over them.

Then he got the book you pointed at, leaving you shivering just a bit more. “Needing me so bad for everything…” he murmured happily.

Rafe figured quickly that you’d act all humble the whole time. You always picked up a book, read the back, smiled at it… and put it back. Every. Damn. Time. And after an hour of him waiting you had the audacity to come to him with only two books. He didn’t say anything, just got up, grabbed them from your hands and made his way to the cashier.

“Hey, princess, hold this for me.” He handed you the four books as he wanted to reach into his pocket for his wallet on the way. You took the books without questioning him, and he quickly grabbed most of the books he noticed you were checking earlier. He also grabbed the better ones, the ones that were more expensive… hardbacks? That’s what you called it, right? So quickly you didn’t even really get the chance to protest.

“Rafe-“

“Shut it,” he growled and this was the first time today he didn’t say that in a joking manner.

So you did.

“Everything alright, sir?” The cashier asked. Rafe gave her a quick nod and noticed they had some snacks — mostly chocolates — there. So he grabbed a few and added that to the pile of books.

He waited for the cashier to finish her job when you suddenly realised something.

“Rafe, wait.” You mumbled and ran off. He didn’t really understand but you came back with one more book a second later. He didn’t mind at all. Tho it didn’t really seem like your style, compared to all the other books… this one was colorful and seemed like some rom-com high school bullshit, but he didn’t question you.

“Your total’s $273, sir…”

You felt your body freeze. “Rafe you don’t-“

But he already pulled out his card without blinking an eye. “Told you to shut it.” He whispered and grabbed the bags with your books and threw his free arm around you, leading you out of the store.

He let out a sigh when you both exited the store and you were afraid for a second that it was because it really was too expensive.

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

Fuck.

“The worst sugar baby ever.” He added and gave you a relaxed smile.

Oh… that’s what he meant. You felt relief as you smiled at him as well, laughing at his nickname for you.

“Thank you, baby.” You mumbled and wrapped your arms around his waist as you both made your way to his bike.

“Mhm, anything for you. Anytime.” He kissed the top of your head and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

Wheezie was already up when you both returned to Tannyhill. She was excited to see all the books you got so you sat down on a couch with her and showed her everything, telling her about each one. Rafe didn’t really care… plus all the fantasy terms started to give him a headache so he minded his own business, dealing with something on his phone again, occasionally resting his hand on your thigh.

“Oh yeah, this one’s for you. I knew you wanted it.”

That caught his attention. He looked up from his phone and saw Wheezies eyes sparkle as she flipped through the book you picked for her. He felt his heart warm up. You really were thinking of his little sister too… He’s so going you wife you up one day. Probably soon.

He sneaked his arm around your waist and squeezed you gently, thanking you.

[rhettrosunsets]

You Can't Get Mad - Robert Reynolds X Fem!Reader

Pairing: Robert Reynolds X Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Summary: You've always had a soft spot for animals, it's a known fact about you. But no one ever expects you to come home with one after you were supposed to be running errands.

Or: The One Where Reader Adopts A Kitten And Doesn't Tell Bob.

Masterlist

Warnings: Reader is alluded to be shorter than Bob but it is not physically written out. Bob calls reader petnames like Baby and Sweetheart. Reader wears Bob's hoodie. No description of reader. No use of Y/N.

Edited ✅

You walked through the tower doors as quietly as you could. Typically you didn't really care how loud you were or what was going on, because there was always chaos when you lived with six other people at all times. But right now? You needed to be dead silent. It normally wouldn’t be an issue considering your past training, but currently you were holding a very small, very wiggly, pitch black kitten underneath the sleeve of Bob’s hoodie that you had stolen for the day.

Holding a kitten while also being stealthily quiet was proving to be much more of a difficult task than you had anticipated, when you adopted the tiny thing. “Shhh! you can’t blow our cover.” you whispered to the kitten that was currently tucked against your chest and covered by your oversized hoodie sleeve as you gently rubbed her tiny head.

You were met with a muffled meow from under your sleeve that made you giggle as you continued whispering to the little void of fur you were holding. “We’ve got approximately five minutes before someone sees you, we gotta get you into my room, and then maybe I can buy us some extra time if Bob's not in there.”

You weren’t sure why you’d thought it’d be a good idea to swing by the animal shelter after you had ran your errands. But you decided that no harm could really be done by just looking? And you had really been in the mood to see some cute animals. But then, like fate had meant for it, you locked eyes with the smallest kitten you’d ever seen. She was pitch black, and had big green eyes with puffs of unruly fur that couldn’t be tamed and stuck up even when you held her.

She curled into your palm the moment you had first held her and started trying to make biscuits into the sleeve of your hoodie. You almost cried then and there, and you knew she was yours. You just had to bring her home with you, despite not telling any of the team, including, your boyfriend who you told everything too.

You walked into the living room hoping to just pass through and get to your room as easily as possible. You leaned your head down slightly whispering “If you can be quiet for like two more minutes I’ll be able to sneak you into my room before anyone notices-”

“Hey, baby!” You froze in place as you heard Bob’s voice come from the couch. Of course he was home, the one person you couldn’t lie too because he knew every tell of yours like it was the back of his hand. You turned around slowly, your eyes wide as you transferred the small kitten to one hand and tucked your hands behind your back.

Bob was lounging on the couch in a hoodie and sweatpants, his book half open in his lap. His head tilted slightly at the sight of you standing with your hands behind your back, and your eyes darting nervously towards the direction of your bedroom. Bob narrowed his eyes as he raised an eyebrow. “Sweetheart. What’s wrong?”

You smiled innocently, shifting your weight between your feet as you look at the ground before replying “Okay, you have to promise not to be mad.”

His brow arched even more as he sat up straighter on the couch abandoning his book. “That’s never a good reply to me asking you what you what's wrong.”

You groaned slightly throwing your head back, “No, i'm serious Bob. You’ve gotta promise me. No getting upset, no calling anyone, nothing.” you said quickly, walking a bit further into the room to stand closer to the couch.

Now he was fully alert. Because he didn't mess around when it came to you, you were his entire world and he refused to let anything take that from him. His arms folded across his chest, as his full attention was laser focused onto you. “Why would I call someone, baby? What could you have possibly done that's that bad?”

You opened your mouth to respond but then, before you could start your story on how you walked into the shelter and fell in love with the little void of fur currently behind your back, a loud meow echoed throughout the room. You froze. You hoped by some grace of god that Bob didn’t just hear the tiny meow that had just escaped the small kitten behind your arms. Bob blinked once, then twice before asking “Was that-?”

You winced, as another meow echoed out from behind your back, much louder this time like she wanted her presence to be known by the man you were currently talking to. And to be fair, you couldn’t blame her, Bob was also your favorite person in the world and if you heard his voice, you'd wanna see the man too.

So slowly you finally untucked your arms from behind your back, and brought the kitten to your chest. Her tail flicking contently like she just got exactly what she wanted. You learn down to her small ears and whisper "traitor" quietly, before looking back up at Bob.

Bob’s jaw dropped slightly as he stared at you in disbelief, his eyes flickering between you and the kitten who looked very smug in your arms “Is that a kitten?” Bob knew you had a soft spot for animals, you’d always talk to him about adopting them one day and you’d cry at those dog commercials on tv where they’d ask for 20 cents a day while he had to hold you in his arms and promise you the dogs would find good homes. But he never expected you to just bring one home one day without at least warning him first.

“I may have adopted her after running a few errands” you say sheepishly holding up the kitten up to his face, as if she might soften the blow. “But come on, Bob! Just look at her little face, you try walking away from her. It was like fate knew. I couldn't just leave her!” The kitten meowed again as if she was backing you up, as she blinked her big green eyes at Bob. He looked at her, then at you, then back at her.

Bob stared at you both a moment longer. Then, he just sighed and let out a soft chuckle as he stood up and walked over to you, leaning down to look at her properly. “You’re lucky I’ve got a soft spot for strays, baby.” The kitten, as if knowing this was a crucial moment in her life, leaned out from your grasp and put one tiny paw on his hand and sniffed, before beginning to knead soft biscuits into the sleeve of his hoodie.

You grinned knowing you’ve won this battle. “See, baby! She loves you already!” you muster out as you deal with the cuteness aggression of seeing your boyfriend and the kitten together.

Bob rolled his eyes fondly and finally scratched the kitten under her chin, watching her immediately lean into his fingers with a soft purr. “Did you at least name her yet?”

You smile as you watch the two of them, glad that your favorite person in the world is taking to the sweet cat who you now couldn't live without. before softly muttering “Not yet. I was sort of waiting until I got away with this.” you admitted sheepishly with a big smile as you blinked up at him.

Bob rolled his eyes and whispers a soft "C'mere you" to the kitten, before carefully scooping her out of your arms and holding her against his chest like he’d done this a thousand times. He looked back at you, and shook his head muttering to the kitten "Your mom's a bit crazy, sometimes.” before sighing, but it was a sigh filled with so much love.

You grinned widely and wrapped your arms around his waist saying "But you loveeee me." as you look down at the kitten now squished between the two of you. The kitten began purring happily, and she meowed once more, before she began batting the strings on Bob’s hoodie. Bob just sighed again, before muttering a soft “Welcome to the family.” before kissing your forehead.

He'd always love you, even if that meant dealing with you adopting animals without telling him and bringing them home to raise.

[sramoonlight]

Favorite human

What if the Wayne have a familiar?

Content you’ll see here: blackcat!reader, platonic!batman, mentions of death, subtle spoilers from comics, blood, angst

English it’s not my first language so please be patient

Everything happened one night you were doing magic, your plan was to find a familiar, an animal who would be by your side on this magical journey

Until it went wrong, you don’t know why, or what did you did but there you were, standing on your paws, you couldn’t even pick your wand so you just gave up, there was no point of keep trying

Maybe you will go back to normal in a few hours.

But you didn’t, you passed a whole year in your cat form, to be honest, you started to think it was great

At first it was, you managed to steal the food in your fridge until your landlord discovered you were missing and you had to leave your apartment.

Then you started living as a stray cat, that got you a lot of trouble, you didn’t know cats have their own hierarchy

Anyways, one night you were walking around in an old forest looking for something to eat

And you could hear someone crying, you’re used to appear in front of children who will easily give you some of their food so you ran out of the woods

There it was a kid, fancy clothes as he crying in the porch of a whole mansion, or was it a manor? You don’t know the difference

You managed to get through the bars running to the kid, he didn’t notice you at first so you meowed

— A cat…? How? — you climbed on his lap licking the tears on his cheek, the boy chuckled by the feeling

Of course, a cat tongue is kinda funny for a kid

— Are you trying to make me feel good? — No, well, maybe, this kid looks rich he wouldn’t feed you the usual cat food

— Thank you.. — he hugged your body, you moved to lick his face again

— I lost my parents, do you have a mommy cat? — you don’t know why, but that felt like a question for you

Well, you don’t have one, your mother left you when she found out what you do

That sure answers his question, right? You meowed in a low tune and he got your message

— So you don’t have no one, we are alike, right? — he smiled, even if the tears were rolling through his cheeks

You looked at him, he’s an orphan, sure is a bad thing but you can’t think of something better than be rich.

You sighed, even if your body didn’t show it, reaching for his cheek you let a paw touch his face

— You’re so kind, if you don’t have a home then you can live here — and he started petting you, instantly you melt on his touch making him laugh

You didn’t notice when he picked you up taking you inside of the house, but oh god how you loved the salmon the butler gave you

Maybe you can stay there for a few days, just for the food.

And yet, you stayed for a few years, you were there when he became Batman and when Dick was adopted.

That kid gives the best scratches behind the ears, you will climb into his arms just to get some but when he left the manor you felt bad

You could go behind him, leave this manor with him, but who could take care of Bruce? He can be a little harsh but he is still your first human, maybe you are not really a cat but being by his side made you realize how much you loved this life

So, when Jason died, you stayed by his side, letting him cuddle you were he cried to sleep

Maybe you miss that little boy, when you were sad because you couldn’t see Dick anymore, he was the one who sneaked a piece of dinner so you could taste the lasagna or meat

And you loved when he read you his favorite books, maybe you fall asleep on his lap but you know how much it meant to a guy like him

So, when Tim arrived at the manor you promised yourself you wouldn’t replace Jason

Yes, he’s the new Robin, but Jason was your favorite kid (Sorry Dick) so you did your best to keep him away, whenever he tried to pet your head you would hiss at him without a doubt

Bruce always told him it wasn’t normal, and maybe you smelled the outsiders from him, but he knew, he knew you wouldn’t replace Jason that soon

Then, you started to tolerate him, you let him sit beside you but if he tried to get closer you would hiss at him again or try to scratch him

He didn’t give up, he tried and tried until you accepted his pets just for a few seconds.

Months later, Jason was back

No one saw you being that loud before, when Bruce brought him to the manor you meowed at him like you were crying

He understood your tone, and just for that day he stayed, just because you wouldn’t leave his arms even if he tried to pull you away

Your kid was back, your sweet kid was back and you were so happy, it doesn’t matter if he fights with Bruce a lot, you would sneak out of the manor to see Jason on his small apartment

He didn’t complain, he would let his window open so you could sneak inside and sleep next to him

And if you didn’t? He would steal you from the manor, don’t worry.

With Jason again, you finally let Tim be close to you, he couldn’t be more happy.

The worst happened, with Damian arrival you lost your favorite human

Alfred would try to get you to eat but you could only lay on Bruce’s bed, even Jason tried to take you out of it

And everything you could do was lay there, smelling the last thing that your human touched before leaving, that means you didn’t bond much with Damian even if he tried to spend time with you.

Your body was getting slim, your bones were showing but you couldn’t do anything but lay there.

— What are we going to do? We can’t let they die — you heard Dick talk to the rest of the boys, you don’t have the strength to go see what they are doing

You just lay there.

— they are sad, even if we try they won’t eat anything — Tim said, you can feel his gaze on you

You sighed, burying your head on Bruce’s pillow, his scent is starting to fade

— they need Bruce, nothing will change if he isn’t here — everyone looked more concerned with Jason’s words

Not even Dick saw you this sad when Jason died, back then you will stay strong to help Bruce fight the pain but now, you don’t have anyone

Jason was your favorite kid, but Bruce was your favorite human nothing can compare.

You hear a few steps and then someone sits at the bed with you, suddenly, a sense of blood made you look up

Bruce’s blood.

It was mixed with one you never smelt before, but he wasn’t there, it was his son who offered you his bloody finger

— Will this make you be happier? I’m his blood son, I should have something from him — you hear how Dick enters the room telling Damian to not upset you

But you stood up, slowly you sat on his lap, your little nose on his hand as you smelled Bruce’s blood even if it wasn’t his

It smelt like him.

That night, you ate for the first time in weeks.

[lizthewriter]

messy / regina george

PAIRING  regina george x fem!reader

SUMMARY  you and regina have been secretly hooking up for months, but she breaks up with you when you ask for more. after she gets hit by a bus, you fear for her life and whatever relationship you have left.

TAGS  regina george x fem!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, happy ending, queer!, reneé rapp is so fine 😫😫, internalized homophobia, use of d-slur (lesbian slur)

QUOTE  "half of all my exes regret me, / but none of them will ever forget me, / loving me gets really messy," - messy by reneé rapp

WRITTEN  1.13.2024

WORD COUNT  1.3K

A/N everytime reneé showed up on screen, i literally started banging my fists against my seat because she SERVED CUNT!!!! SHE WAS SO FINE!!!! literally after the movie, my best friend said to me: "i think you're just gay. i think you're a woman kisser. you might just have a little fruit in your cup."

slammed up against the wall, you felt regina's teeth clash furiously against yours. it was all hot passion - how your lips ran feverishly against hers as though you'd never get to feel her touch again, the way her hands ran up and down the sides of your body as though she needed to memorize the shape of you. days the two of you had gone without a moment to yourselves. days you had spent fantasizing about her pressing you up against the wall. it wasn't that you didn't want a normal relationship. it wasn't that you didn't want to kiss and hold hands and go on cute dates, but . . . that wasn't regina's style. she was closeted. heavily. actually, you weren't sure that she even understood that making out with girls was perhaps the most gay thing she could do, but you were willing to take what you were given. it was regina george, after all.

she pulled away from you by biting gently down on your lip, letting go when she could no longer stretch it any longer. "god, you're so hot," she whispered with a smirk, unbuttoned the first two buttons of your shirt. she reclaimed the control she had over your body, pressing her lips to your collarbone. your hands somehow found their way to her beautiful blond locks, scraping her scalp with the sharp edge of your nails. fantasy was nothing like reality. you had forgotten how good it felt, but how terrible it was all at once. as her warm breath tickled your skin, doubts that had been haunting you the past few days filled your mind slowly. was this healthy? didn't you deserve a healthy queer relationship, one that would be open and free and full of love, real love?

you wanted it all. you wanted the life you saw other queer girls have all around the world. going on cute picnic dates with homeade muffins and favorite books, sitting in the lap of your partner and doing their makeup, snuggling on the couch while watching a movie. holding hands while strolling the town center. it was hard to keep these thoughts back any longer. they overflowed.

you felt regina freeze as you gently pushed her away from where she had latched onto your upper chest. "can we, um, talk?" you ask. she could hear the tone in your voice. you knew she could. the way her eyes met yours made your stomach twist with discomfort.

"talk?" she asked in an incredulous tone, pulling away.

"it's just that, well, hear me out first. i like you. i really like you, a lot! that's why i really want us to be more than . . . making out in the custodian's closet after school and sneaking into your room while your mom's asleep," you explained nervously, stumbling over your words. finally able to meet her eyes, all hope was shattered as you felt her icy stare fixed upon your flushed face.

"i thought we made a deal when we started this. nothing more than this." she barked out a bitter laugh and fluffed out her hair. "what, did you think i was some kind of dyke or something? this was supposed to be fun. nice job stamping out that fire." she opened the door to the closet and waltzed out like nothing had happened. as if you didn't spend the entire last three months building a bond. heart: broken.

-

fear couldn't describe the emotion you felt driving to the hospital. it was gut-wrenching, blood-curdling, heart-tearingly excruciating. the rumors swirling around made your sick with worry. could she really be dead?

you weren't there when it happened. you had been driving home and then doing homework, hiding your phone away in a drawer somewhere to keep you distracted. it wasn't until hours later that you checked your notifications to realize she had been admitted to the er.

you rushed into the hospital, demanding to hear about her condition.

"are you immediate family?" the nurse at the desk asked. of course you lied. of course you said yes. she gave you the room number and told you that you could wait in the hall - the doctors were talking with her mother and you would need to wait until she woke up herself.

when you arrived at the door to her room, you were afraid to look inside. you weren't sure why. she was alive, yes. maybe you were afraid she was still upset with you. or worse, she had amnesia and forgot about you completely. dejected, you collapsed into the very comfortable plastic chair next to her room.

a few minutes later, the door opened and the doctors and mrs. george exited the room. you stood up suddenly, expectant in your expression.

"she's fine. she's going to heal 100%, she just needs to wear a corrective neck bracelet for several weeks," the doctors assured you. you could relax, just a little. they walked down the hall, chatting softly. mrs. george grinned at you - you had met before, of course, being introduced as one of regina'a friends.

"well, look who we have here! did you hear the news? they said my name on the evening," she told you excitedly, as though her daughter weren't stuck in the hospital from injuries resulting for being hit. by a bus. "head on in darling, those cute boys said she'd be awake soon." her eyes trailed down the hall to the two doctors that had revived regina. with a mini-wave and a "toodle-doo!" she was down the hall and full on flirting with men much younger than herself.

the doorknob to regina's room stared back at you with intimidation so strong you almost turned around and drove home. you reached out a closed your hand around the cool metal, slowly turning it until you were passing through the doorway and standing feet away from her bed. it didn't feel as scary as you thought, entering her room, staring over at her bed. she looked more at peace then you had ever seen her, she looked prettier than you had ever seen her. without her mean-girl face, she seemed a lot more genuine. a lot more like the regina that opened up to you that one chilly night in december.

you silently pulled a chair next to her bed and sat there, waiting for her to wake up. you didn't mind the wait, in a way. because she was sitting there next to you, and she was going to be okay.

when regina awoke, she seemed more confused than anything. her brows furrowed as she looked around the room, her eyes finally landing on you.

"hey," you said all of a sudden, sitting up straight. "you're okay, you're fine. you're . . . in the hospital."

"what are you doing here?" not snappy or bitter or angry. genuine.

"i heard you got hit by a bus," you said, biting your bottom lip anxiously. would she yell at you? tell you she never wanted to see you again? "i heard . . . i you died. i just had to see for myself, to make sure you were okay. i'm sorry, if you don't want me here, i'll -"

"don't leave!" she shouted, grabbing your hand. you stared down at the place where her skin met your hand. this wasn't happening. this couldn't be happening. her fingers intertwined with yours and you find her eyes to be pleading you. "please, just don't leave."

"regina -"

"just shut up and listen, okay?" she told you, sounding upset, but it didn't seem to be an emotion she was directing towards you. you sat back down and scooted your chair closer to her. "i want us to be something more too . . . okay? i like you, loser."

you narrowed your eyes at her. "is this regina george trying to be nice?" you asked dubiously.

"don't ruin the moment or i'm taking everything i said back."

"no," you said quickly, shaking your head with a smile. you placed your other hand on the one clasped in hers. "it's a good look on you. really."

[chrystal-ink]

Shadow x fem Reader

Your past, my present, our future

(Part 2) (epilogue)

Note: this takes place during the events of Shadow generations. I might do a sequel if people want it idk I will make a gender neutral version as well please tell me what a preferred alternative to mama or dada you would like because there are many options and I'm honestly not sure which one to use Warnings: fan child also cute Dadow moment

Description: Y/N gets sucked into the timeless void meeting up with Shadow you realize that he is from before the two of you meet. Not wanting to mess up the timeline you begin to make your exit but the arrival of another hedgehog throws a wrench in your plans.

you landed with a thud your senses thrown all out of whack from the sudden and dramatic turn of events. all you knew was one moment you were on your way to a picnic date with your beloved boyfriend and the next thing you know you're here in this creepy white void no sign of life to be found.

"Umm Hello?" you called out hoping someone might hear. "Am I dead or something?"

out of the corner of your eye you spotted a familiar flash, a black and red blur you had grown quite accustomed to, Shadow.

you called out a quick "Hey" hoping the ebony hedgehog would hear you evidently he did not as he sped off in another direction. leaving you behind.

"great well at least I saw where he went."

"And now I'm talking to myself, double great."

you began walking in the direction you had seen him go unable to tell if you were even going anywhere for the longest time. eventually things began appearing white almost castle like structures emerged from the ground as if they had been there all along. rivers and lakes began to flow black sludge polluting them.

You spotted him again expertly skating across the terrain your eyes met his as he moved giving him a wave you smiled.

He changed his direction again moving farther away from you.

“What the-Hey!” You were beginning to get mad. You knew he was dedicated to his missions but this was ridiculous.

He always made sure you were okay whenever you got roped into things like this. What was going on? You were determined to find answers.

You spent the next forty-five minutes (was time even a thing here) following him as best as you could while he ran to and frow across the void. you began to notice a pattern of his travels certain landmarks he would visit frequently before swiftly leaving to most likely accomplish some sort of mission.

there was one area he began to frequent the most, you figured you could wait there so you could hopefully get a chance to speak with him. knowing he would most likely run from you again you decided to hide behind a wall, you knew sneaking up on him was a bad idea but how else were you going to get his attention?

eventually he had come back stopping at his now usual place taking a deep breath you began to quickly approach him.

"Hey, Shadow I know your kind of new the whole relationship thing, and I know that we don't really live our lives by the book but ditching your partner inside a timeless white void I thought was kind of an unspoken no no."

Shadow turned to you his crimson eyes burrowed into yours a glint of confusion behind them.

"Do I know you?"

You were taken aback hurt by your true love's comment. there was no way he couldn't remember you, right?

"Sh-Shadow it's me." you said holding back tears "Y/N, your partner we've been together for over a year now. How could you not-what do you mean?"

your breath began to grow heavy as the panic set in. Did he get amnesia or something, did something hurt him what was happening?

"excuse me are you a friend of Shadow's? I don't think I've seen you before." a soft voice called out. it was gentle almost angel-like.

turning to the voice you saw someone you never would have suspected. you'd only seen her a few times when Shadow was kind enough to show you pictures, but she was unmistakably her.

"Hello, I'm Maria What's your name?" She held out her hand smiling at you.

You gently (and nervously) took her hand greeting her as you shook it.

"Y/N" you smiled, Shadow wasn't kidding when he told you she had a natural way of calming people, it was almost supernatural.

"Nice to meet you Y/N. This is my grandfather"

"Dr. Gerald Robotnick. Nice to meet you Y/N"

you turned to see him, the doctor you could really see the family resemblance he shared with Eggman.

You looked back at Shadow and then to the two humans, the puzzle pieces clicking into place.

"This is a time travel situation isn't it?" you asked to no particular person.

"It appears so my dear" Gerald responded.

suddenly you recalled a memory of Shadow recalling some of his most memorable adventures over coffee. a wave of relief washed over you.

"The birthday party that's right! you told me about this."

"I did?" Shadow asked.

"Yes, after we met of course." You paused for a moment. "wait, we haven't met yet, oh dear that's not good. umm I should probably go, before I mess up any timelines. Silver's gonna chew me out for this I already know. Sorry to cut it short."

"It's probably for the best" Gerald commented.

"Right well, see you around I guess."

You turned to leave cursing at yourself for the whole interaction you just had, luckily you knew that once Sonic defeated the time eater you'd be returned home like nothing happened, then you'd have Silver to deal with, hopefully he'd go easy on you.

before you could leave though you heard the pitter patter of little feet and a small child calling out.

"Mama, Papa!"

you turned to see a little Hedgehog girl running toward you. She couldn't have been older than four. her markings were incredibly recognizable but her coloring matched yours far better.

Finally reaching the group she attached herself to your leg hugging and nuzzling into it. you'd be lying if you thought it wasn't cute but the most important thing you were thinking was where this child came from and where their parent's?

"umm Hello, small child" you looked to the others pleading for help, which no one offered. "could you maybe let go of my leg for a second I need to talk to you."

The little girl giggled before letting go. breathing a sigh of relief you knelt down to her level.

"Hi sweetie, what's your name?" you asked as gently as you could

she giggled again before answering "Nova"

"Hi, Nova, do you know where your parent's are"

Nova smiled and pointed at you and Shadow "You're right here!"

Your brain refused the information, she must be confused surly what she was implying couldn't be right.

"I'm Sorry Sweetie what was that again?"

"You're right here Mama!" she turned to Shadow "Papa, Mama is acting funny." She giggled as she made her way over to Shadow jumping into his arms (thank goodness he caught her) and snuggled into him.

You were frozen in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening to you. not only did you meet Maria and Gerald two people who had been long dead before you even met Shadow, but you just found out that at some point you and Shadow were going to have a child, not just a hypothetical one either, you were having a daughter and you named her Nova. Which was weird because you were sure Shadow would have wanted to name her Maria.

"Hi there Nova" you heard Maria greet her voice full of excitement. "My name is Maria."

Nova gasped "HEY! THAT'S JUST LIKE MY-"

Just then Silver swooped in his face full of panic covering Nova's mouth to keep her from saying anymore. gently taking her out of Shadow's equally shocked arms.

"Hey guys. uuuh nice to see you. How's the void?"

"Did you know about this?" Shadow asked

"Yes." Silver responded his voice full of guilt.

"Get her to a safe place then make sure Y/N is secure we'll talk about this later."

you were surprised at his protection of you, after all you were still technically a stranger to him mother to his child or not. it did warm a spot in your heart though.

"Right away, see you later Y/N." Silver sped off taking your daughter with him.

you sat there still on your knees trying to comprehend what just transpired.

"Are you alright Y/N?" Maria asked.

waking up from your state you replied "yah, umm I'm just need to take a minute to absorb what just happened. I'm just going to be behind that wall over there."

you made your way behind the wall stealing a moment of isolation.

"I suppose a congratulations are in order son, I didn't even know you could procreate" Gerald broke the silence.

"she was pretty" Maria complemented

"Yes she seemed nice"

"OH MY GOSH!" your scream barley audible to where the three were standing.

Note: psst here’s a picture of Nova if you want to see her

[bwabys-scenarios]

NSFW

He was your loyal, attentive knight. You had been childhood friends, ever since you saved him after sneaking out of the palace walls. Since then, he had been training so one day, he could take care of you.

At first, he saw you as what you were, the princess he was meant to serve. You were intelligent, beautiful, and most importantly you were kind. Your people loved you, and you loved them.

And you loved him too, a fact you would share daily throughout your childhoods. When he started training to be a knight at the young age of 10, you were always there to bandage him up and let him lay his head in your lap after a tough day. You were both children, but he clung to you like a child would his mother. He was often scolded by the maids and senior knights for his clingy behavior. You were the princess and he was getting too old to be staying so close.

He would be a teenager soon, which meant the days of childhood innocence and days of fun spent with his princess would be over. Once she turned 13, she wouldn’t be able to interact with any males besides her personal knight.

He worked his way up the chain, seeing you in secret when he could manage. You missed him, and as the years passed by his innocent, platonic love was starting to shift into something more… lustful. He caught himself staring when you bent over to pick up your fallen books, his eyes following your plump hips as you walked away.

No, he couldn’t see you that way. It was against his code of conduct, his knightly duty was to protect you and your innocence so that you could find a suitable husband one day and bear an heir to the throne.

But at knight, when he laid along in his chambers, he would stroke his hardened cock to the thought of filling you with his seed, claiming you both body and soul. It was a nasty, sinful thought he had to keep to himself, he knew that.

It was hard though, when you were just so tempting.

It took him 6 years to become your own personal knight. You were 19 years old now, marrying age. He held you to his chest as you sobbed at night with the knowledge that you would have to marry someone you didn’t love.

He tried his best to comfort you and push away his feelings of love and lust, but god did it get difficult when you begged him to help you escape. He should have refused and reported your urge to flee to the king… but he didn’t.

“I’ll help you escape, but… I need to ask you a question first.”

You nodded, clinging to him desperately as his hands ran over your hair. “My princess, you… cry as if you are already in love. Could I know the person who has won your heart?”

It hurt him to ask this, making his own heart wrench painfully. You nodded, sniffling slightly as you look up him through tear filled eyes, your cheeks warm. “Yes… it’s you. I love you, I have for years… being apart from you has been so hard… please, I don’t want to marry anyone else but y-“

Before you could finish your sentence, he had already pinned you down, his lips pressing into yours. That was all he needed to hear, he would be claiming you for his own now, and as soon as he was done he’d be stealing you away.

“Mine… my princess, my everything…”

He spent the night worshipping your body, making sure you knew just how much he truly loved you. He fucked into you, his finger rubbing soft, attentive circles into your needy clit. It didn’t take long for him to fill your womb with his seed, making you his and his alone for all eternity.

He had deflowered his princess, taking her virginity and her innocence, the exact opposite of what a knight was supposed to do, but he didn’t care anymore. You were his princess, yes, but you were also his first and only love.

And he would never let you go.

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||GOJO ||GETO || NANAMI ||CHOSO ||KURAPIKA ||LEORIO ||CHROLLO ||ARMIN ||EREN ||JEAN ||REINER ||RENGOKU ||GIYUU ||OBANAI ||SANEMI ||YOUR FAV ||

[ice-man-goes-bwoah]

Trapped||werewolf!Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary— idk lando sneaks up on the reader whose laying on the couch so he jumps on her and “traps” her

Word count-534

A/n- this is a werewolf shifter au if you don’t like it block the tags f1 x werewolf au and werewolf au

It was supposed to be a quiet evening. Y/N had finally gotten comfortable, sprawled across the couch with a book in hand, ready to unwind after a long day. She had even made sure to give Lando attention earlier—scratching behind his ears, letting him curl up beside her—so that he wouldn’t be a complete menace while she tried to relax.

That plan had failed.

She barely had time to register the sound of soft paws padding toward her before Lando, in his massive wolf form, launched himself onto the couch—specifically, onto her.

“Lando!” she gasped as the full weight of him crashed into her. “What the hell?!”

He huffed in response, tail thumping lazily against the cushions as he draped himself over her like a massive, furry-weighted blanket.

“You are not a lap dog,” she groaned, trying to push him off. “You weigh a ton.”

Lando did not move. If anything, he pressed down harder, resting his chin on her chest with a smug little sigh. His golden eyes flickered up to hers, full of mischief, his tail giving a few more happy wags.

Y/N squirmed beneath him, pushing at his thick fur. “Lando, I swear—”

Before she could finish her threat, a shiver ran through his body, and in an instant, fur was replaced by warm skin.

Oh, no.

Lando had shifted back into his human form—still completely draped over her, now with an actual smirk on his lips.

“Better?” he teased, propping himself up on his elbows just enough to look at her properly.

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Worse.”

His grin widened. “But I thought you liked cuddling.”

“Not when you ambush me.” She groaned again, wiggling beneath him, but he refused to budge. “Lando, get off.”

“Hmm…” He pretended to consider it, tilting his head. “No.”

“Lando.”

“Y/N.”

She glared at him, trying to suppress the heat rising to her cheeks. He was too close, his bare skin warm against hers, his curls brushing against her forehead. And he knew what he was doing.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered.

“And you love me for it.” His smirk softened into something almost boyish, his eyes bright with amusement.

She sighed, giving in just enough to reach up and thread her fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. He melted instantly, a soft hum escaping him as he nuzzled into her touch like a content puppy.

“Such a menace,” she whispered, but her voice lacked any real bite.

Lando grinned against her skin. “And yet, here you are, letting me smother you anyway.”

She rolled her eyes with a playful sigh but made no effort to push him away from where he snugly rested against her. “There is a bright side to this,” she murmured, a hint of mischief in her tone.

Lando lifted his head, curiosity sparkling in his eyes as he met her gaze. “Oh really? What’s that?” he asked, genuinely intrigued.

With a soft smile spreading across her face, she replied, “You’re warm. My very own personal space heater.” The warmth radiating from him was comforting.

“Well then I’m happy to be your space heater” Lando replies giving her a fat kiss on the cheek.

[rlimagi]

Only Hers

Pairing: Princess Red x Reader

Requested?: Yes!

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: jealousy?

Being born into the royal life, you’ve always been loved and spoilt rotten especially by your parents and older brother, Ben.

Ever since you were a child, kids would follow you around school, invite you to playdates and birthdays, some would even give you their own piggy bank just for a chance to have your attention.

That never changed even when you started high school at Auradon Prep, a school where other royals or kids of famous figures attended and yet, you were still always the center of their attention.

But today you were not because everyone seemed to avoid you like the plague whenever Red’s by your side and you had no idea why. When you were alone, some people were less wary but still, many of them were afraid to even breathe near you today.

It was driving you a bit crazy because you were sure you hadn’t done anything bad that could cause them to react such a way.

One time you tried to approach a classmate to ask her about your group project and she looked at you in horror before running off.

You weren’t sure why because everyone was extremely friendly with you all year. You would often find love letters in your lockers, you never had to carry your own books because boys and girls would wait outside of your class just to hold them for you to your other classes, one girl even made you a chocolate statue of yourself for your birthday.

None of the people mentioned even dared to look at you in the eyes today. It felt extremely weird since you were used to having everybody’s eyes on you and on Valentine’s Day too, something wasn’t adding up.

But then it all added up when you saw Red scaring away a group of girls who were trying to sneak love letters into your locker. Your eyes followed her actions as she threw their letters away before looking around her surroundings.

You decided that it was your time to shine as she pulled a sparkly pink envelope out of her bag, looking oddly suspicious.

“What have you got there?” You skillfully sneaked behind her and whispered in her ear as she was about to slip it into your locker.

Red became as still as a rock when you whispered in her ears before turning around awkwardly, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment after you caught her looking like a deer caught in headlights.

“Nothing!“ Red blurted out awkwardly as she ripped the pretty envelope behind her back and tried to discreetly throw it into the bin beside her.

“Hmm…” A playful smirk rose on your lips as you eyed her up and down in suspicion before pretending to play along.

“If you say so.” You muttered before leaning against one of the lockers beside Red. You knew that Red was clearly hiding something by how weird and awkward she was, and you will definitely get it out of her.

Thankfully, you took acting lessons when you were younger because you were interested in plays and now you will use your skills to play her.

Without another second wasted, you put on an act. Sighing deeply, you looked at Red with the most innocent expression you could muster up. “Anyways, have you seen how people have been all weird with me today? I mean, today is Valentine’s Day and my locker is usually flooded with gifts but today people have been avoiding me…”

You looked at Red and noticed how she was trying to keep her cool and nodding at everything you say. “Really? What’s up with them?”

“Oh, I don’t know…is there something wrong with me? I mean did you hear any rumors about me?” You acted frustrated and ran your fingers through your hair to sell your act. It’s something you’d only do when you’re stressed out and Red clearly knew that.

“N-No way! I mean no, I haven’t heard anything…it’s probably nothing!” Red stumbled over her words as she waved her hands around.

“I don’t think it’s nothing but I’ll take your word for it.” You shook your head, looking awfully upset before patting Red on the shoulder before walking away from your target.

You knew Red wouldn’t confess at that moment, but you knew she would crack eventually as you continued your act.

The next few days you continued with your act but Red didn’t give up either but you finally had enough and didn’t want it to drag on longer than it should.

After school was over, you went knocking on her door looking like you were about to cry. Of course you weren’t really that sad about people being too afraid to be near you, but you had to be dramatic or else you wouldn’t be able to get to Red.

You jumped straight onto her bed as soon as she let you in. You quickly made yourself comfortable because Red had the softest blankets, an excuse you usually used when you want to sleep over in her room.

Red’s eyebrows furrowed in worry as she laid down right next to you, she had never seen you so upset before since you were usually so chirpy. “Are you okay?”

Your frown grew deeper as you shook your head before reaching for both of her hands, looking at her straight in the eyes. “Red, be honest with me. Am I not pretty anymore? Have I been eating too much lately? Rate me out of a 1 to 10, how annoying am I? Maybe I should go on a d-“

“Wait stop! What are you talking about? Did somebody say something to you?” Red frowned, looking extremely worried but also angry at the thought that someone might be talking about you in that way. You’re a confident girl and had always held yourself up high so it wasn’t like you at all.

Red had always been protective over you but most of the time she acted as if she didn’t care about you. One time you saw her beating up a a guy for looking at you the wrong way but then acted like everything was okay when you asked her about her bruised fists.

“No, not that I know of at least. It’s just that people have been afraid to talk to me since Valentines and I don’t know what I did wrong!” You exclaimed in frustration as tears fell down onto your cheeks. They weren’t real tears of course, you used eye drops right before you went into Red’s room to make it more convincing.

Red’s gaze soften as she leaned over to wipe your tears away. “You didn’t do anything wrong…” Her voice trailed off as she continued to stare at you intensely, she held a guilty look but you could see that she was fighting with herself on whether to confess what she had done or not.

You shook your head before hiding your face in your hands. “No- I must’ve have done something.”

Red’s mind was flooded with guilt as she felt even more uncomfortable the more she continued to watch you cry. And it was all because of her and her jealousy.

The princess of Wonderland had never felt loved before so she never understood what that word meant or what it felt like.

When she first met you, she was skeptical because you were so nice and everything about you seemed so right that it felt wrong to her.

But eventually, her cold heart warmed up and then she grew to love every part of you and everything you did felt so right to her.

She loved being around you, whether you were busy doing something else, talking to someone else, or just doing nothing at all. Being around you made her feel all sorts of things, her heart beat would go faster, there was some sort of fluttery feeling in her stomach, and she could never stop her self from smiling at you.

The feelings were new to her and she didn’t understand why her blood pressure would rise up whenever she sees a guy try to flirt with you. Or when another girl gave you flowers and chocolate, you seemed so happy accepting those. Red hated that she wasn’t the reason of your smile that day.

One thing led to another, she began scaring away your admires whenever they tried to get close. Red made sure you wouldn't find out because she wasn't sure why she had done what she did in the first place. Red wouldn't have an answer if you asked her why.

But then she saw how terribly upset you were and all she wanted to do was confess. Red wanted to be the reason of your smile and yet, she was the cause of your tears that day.

"You didn't do anything...I did.”

You were fighting not to smile when she spoke up. “What happened?” You asked, looking at her in confusion as you watched her bit her lips in discomfort.

“People were avoiding you because I scared them away.” Red sighed, clearly not proud of what she did but she would totally do it again if she had to.

You continued to put up your confused act, taking her hands into yours you looked at Red straight in the eyes. “But why did you scare them away, Red?”

“I didn’t like it when people flirted with you or walk you down the hallway, I didn’t like them being around you at all.” Red grew irritated just by the thought of other people getting too close to you for her likings. You weren’t her property but she couldn’t help but feel possessive.

“Why don’t you like them? Did they do something?” You already knew the answer but you just wanted Red to admit it herself. You knew how proud she could be sometimes so she just needed a little push.

Red was frustrated with herself for not getting straight to the point but she was afraid by how you might react when she did.

“They didn’t do anything…I scared them off because I was jealous-“ Red stood up, her heart was beating so much faster than usual, her palms were sweaty, and she couldn’t look at you in the eye.

“And I also threw away love letters from your admires- It was wrong of me but I couldn’t control myself and I think I was feeling that way because I really like you.” Red confessed, she stopped pacing around to look at your reaction but there was none.

You stayed silence for a few seconds, but it felt like hours to Red. She was waiting you to say something but you didn’t until you eventually broke into laughers when you couldn’t contain yourself any longer.

“Wait, hold on. Why are you laughing, I’m being serious.” Red frowned, her thoughts were all over the place. Maybe it was a bad idea to confess to you after all. Fortunately, you stopped laughing after a while but you were still grinning ear to ear.

“Oh I know, Red. I just find your reaction adorable.” You chuckled before patting on empty place on the bed, gesturing Red to sit next to you.

Red’s cheek reddened at your subtle compliment but she was still as confused as ever. “Why don’t you look surprised?”

A smug smile grew on your face. “Because I‘m not. I caught you stopping a group of girls from touching my locker the other day, and you weren’t being very subtle these past few days.”

“Then, why didn’t you say anything?” Red asked in pure confusion as she sat back down on the bed, next to where you were.

“I wanted you to admit it yourself.” You shrugged, leaning forward before poking her cheek gently.

“Plus, you’re very adorable when you’re jealous.”

“I really want to feed you to the jabberwockies right now.” Red rolled her eyes and slapped your fingers away when you tried to poke her cheek again. “Stop poking my cheek!”

You giggled as you retreated your hand away from her face. Then, you moved to sit right in front of her, trying to get her to make eye contact with you but she was avoiding them at all cost. “You’re very romantic, Red. Is this what you should say to your girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend?” Red finally stopped glaring at the sheets and immediately whipped her head to face yours in shock, a pink tinge spread across her cheeks.

“Do you not want us to be?” You asked in a teasing matter, a smug smirk still laid on your lips as you watched Red blushed even harder as she tried to come up with words to reply.

“Yes! No! I mean, I do…want us to be girlfriends.”

Red watched as your smile grew wider when she finally said those words. The thought of you and her dating had been on her mind since forever, it felt great when it became a reality.

“May I?”

Red’s breath hitched when you leaned close to her face, your noses were nearly touching as you held her chin so gently and asked for permission to kiss her.

Red nodded, her heart continued to beat so fast she felt like it could explode as your lips finally touched hers. She had never kissed anyone, so she didn’t know what it should feel like, but what she did know was that you made her want to capture the moment and relive it forever.

After you both pulled away, Red was finally aware of her surroundings and immediately grabbed the closest pillow before using it to hide her face so you wouldn’t see how red she was.

“I didn’t know you’re the shy type.” You chuckled before taking away the pillow from her hands before moving it away so you could see her pretty face.

“Shut up.” Red rolled her eyes, trying to seem annoyed but the smile on her face told you otherwise. “And you seem experienced, have you kissed anyone else before?”

You immediately froze at her question before laughing awkwardly, trying to avoid her gaze.

“Uh, next question!”

[gyllenhaalstuff]

Rocks at your window

- Donnie Darko ౨ৎ

Summary: Donnie sneaks through your window. You’re basically in a situationship.

Warnings: christian themes, cheating, Donnie is a creep, dom!Donnie, oral (f receiving), fingering, corruption/innocence.

Word count: 1050 ish

Notes: Maybe this is a bit rushed but it is what it is. Prob typos cause I’m lazy.

You were just about to fall asleep as the sound of rocks smattering against your window woke you up and had your eyes wide open. You reluctantly got up and gave Donnie a tired, half smile.

He climbed up the tree next to your window, and you let him in. Of course you did. Even though your parents hated him, even though he never showed up for church and even though your high school football boyfriend wanted him dead. This was your rebellion against it all.

He landed on your floor, his black converse stark against the pink rug. This wasn’t his first time here, yet his eyes still scanned your room as if it was. Maybe he liked to remind himself who he was corrupting. His eyes grazed the cross above your bed, the locked diary on your bedside table (which he snooped through whenever you went to the bathroom) and your pristine, white, unstained sheets. A testament to how unskilled your boyfriend was.

Donnie sat down on your bed. This was part of the routine. You plopped down next to him. Exchanged small talk. How are you? You looked nice at school today. Does your mom know you pin your skirt like that? This always ended in you blushing and him egging you on. “I read a bit of your diary last time I was here” Donnie spoke and your eyes instantly widened. “You really think about me when he fucks you?”

You felt like slipping through the mattress. You hated that word. “I didn’t think anyone would read it” you mumbled, as if it would save you. Donnie smiled at you, his ego multiplying by thousands. “He doesn’t do it like me?” Now it was a straight home-run, he had successfully caught you in his web. You shook your head. Getting trapped in recent memories of your boyfriend pushing your head down and flipping you over, quietly getting himself off as your mind slipped elsewhere.

Donnie’s hands crawled up your thighs beneath the night gown. “He doesn’t do this?” A light finger circled your clit through your panties. Your eyes shut close in an attempt to keep it together. “No” you managed to get out through your gritted teeth. “Not a very good boyfriend then.”

Donnie laid you down against your pillows, he always wanted you face up. You thought it was romantic, in reality he did it so he could watch you struggle to keep your mouth shut.

He pulled your underwear to the side and ran a finger through your wetness. “How long has my dirty girl gone without it?” His thumb spread the slick over your clit. “Two da-“ You began but quickly got interrupted. “No, not since you had sex, Since you came” Donnie clarified. Your eyes didn’t know where to look. You looked up, but the cross stared back down at you. So you settled on looking at Donnie, even though it felt like too much. “Two weeks.” Donnie gave you a pout, equally cruel as it was sweet. “Sweet girl can’t do it without me?” He said as one of his fingers entered you. He had the same look as the one you give the hunted rabbits on national geographic.

You didn’t know how to respond his question. Not because you didn’t have an answer, but because you weren’t sure if you could get the words out. So, instead, you whined and moved your hips down against his finger. You didn’t want him to go slow, though, Donnie might be tough to convince tonight. See, he had just jerked off to a picture of you before he came over. The one from the year book, where you’re sitting with your girlfriends on the grass in the sun. With a flower tucked behind your ear and a broad smile. To say he was spent was an understatement.

He entered another finger, and you had to bite your knuckle. If your parents found out, they’d most likely kill both of you. Donnie kept the torturous pace. His favorite part was when you couldn’t take it anymore and had to confess what you needed from him. He wasn’t about to give up seeing this sweet girl spout profanity tonight.

You gave Donnie a sigh. “Not enough?” he shot back. Your shaking head was met with a “dirty girl”, but no chance in action. You had played this game before and knew your way out was to speak. It made your chest clench when you did, but your thighs did the same; resulting in your head spinning with prayers, unclear to whom. “Want your mouth.” It was barely a whisper. Your cheeks flushed with shame and arousal.

Donnie dragged your underwear down, discarding them on your floor. He folded up your gown and laid down on his stomach, taking a second to appreciate the view.

The first moves of his tongue were frustrating. It circled around your folds and around your clit, never actually settling on it. His hot breath fanned against your wetness. Just as anger almost began to bubble inside you, he licked a stripe up from your hole to your clit. And stayed there, working small circles on it.

Even though Donnie was sure there was nothing left in him, he couldn’t help but slightly rut against your sheets. He had missed you so terribly recently. Finally, he was tasting you again, which was a hundred times better and more intense than burying his face in your stolen panties. The thought of your oblivion to this had him enveloping his lips around you.

You winced at the upped stimulation, his tongue flicked against you while the suction had you pulsating. Your hands grabbed onto his hair as you tried your best not to push him harder against you. His name echoed in your head as the pressure built, your thighs hugging the sides of his face.

You came with a held back, strained moan. Donnie’s chin was glistening as he came up smiling at you. After a kiss, he was out again, running across the street to his house.

Before falling asleep, you picked up your diary and wrote his name over and over again.

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Stray Kids Reaction || They're Sick

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2024

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GN!Reader. I changed it a little just so they weren’t too similar to one another, I hope that’s alright. Please let me know and I can fix and rewrite it for you <3

Trigger warning: Mentions of throwing up as well as people being ill, please don’t read if it’s something that may upset you <3

CHAN:

As soon as you felt the weight in the bed shift you realised Chan was waking up but it wasn't his usual slow wake-up, he shot out of bed before the bathroom door slammed. You frowned sitting up in the bed and glancing over at the bedroom door that was left wide open. 

"Channie?" You called out, quickly making your way toward the bathroom and peeling the door open to reveal Chan huddled over the toilet with his head lying against the seat. 

"That's not hygienic." You teased softly, walking behind him and kneeling on the ground, carefully running your fingers through his hair and hissing when you felt just how hot his skin was to touch. Before Chan could say anything to you, a gag sounded and he threw up into the toilet again. 

"I'll be right back." You whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder before making your way toward the kitchen and reaching for everything you were going to need for him.

You came book moments later holding a small kit that you'd prepared, Chan was slumped against the wall looking pale and slightly green, if that was even possible. 

"I'm sorry," He mumbled as you dropped in front of him, taking his temperature before handing him some tablets.

"Don't be, baby," You whispered, giving him a small bottle of water before cleaning the toilet as he took everything you gave to him.

"You don't have to do all of this," He grumbled, laying his head against the wall as he watched you clean up the mess he'd made, before sitting down in front of him once again.

"I know," You smiled warmly at him, "I want to. Did you take everything?" You noticed the tablets you'd given to him were all gone and he mumbled "yes" tiredly making you frown a little,

"Bed. Come on." You told him, gently helping him up from the floor and guiding him into the bedroom, even now he was unsteady on his feet and swaying a little. 

"I'll be fine, I just need to get some food and I can go to work."

"You're going to work over my dead body." You told him, laying him down on the bed before laying a cold cloth on his forehead, his eyes finding yours as a small pout played on his lips.

"But-"

"No buts, I'll call JYPE myself and force them to put you on strict bed rest," You warned him as his cheeks began to turn pink.

"You too warm?" Concern dripped from your voice as you noticed the pink on his cheeks and he smiled, shaking his head slowly.

"Just happy to have you be so caring to me," He whined out as you gently covered him with a thin blanket, kissing his cheek.

"Try and get some sleep, there's a bucket beside the bed just in case you feel ill again." You promised him, hoping the anti-sickness tablets would help him even a little. He whimpered a little but nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as he was barely able to keep them open much longer.

MINHO:

Whenever Minho knew he was getting sick he was the type to sneak away and suffer in silence, he didn't want to be a burden to anyone else and he would hide as much as humanly possible. Only this time when he'd shown up to the dorms you were already standing in the kitchen and cooking something that smelled as though it unclogged his sinuses the second he took a bite.

"Good, you're back." You smiled warmly at him, running your hands over the apron you were wearing before making your way toward him. You took the overnight bag from his arms and placed it on the sofa,

"Go and jump in the bath I made for you," You ran your hands over his cheeks and felt how hot he was running despite it being below-freezing outside. 

"How did you know where I was?" He'd made sure to make the guy's promise not to tell you that he was coming to rest. They were under strict orders to tell you he was needed for practice a lot, he hated lying to you but he didn't want you to get sick and he didn't want to burden you.

"Minho, we've been together for a year, if you think I don't know where you slink off to whenever you're sick then we have a problem." You joked softly, placing a soft kiss on his jaw before making your way back to the kitchen.

As soon as he was done he was dressed in some PJs you'd laid out on the bed for him and the soup was waiting for him on the kitchen table,

"What did you make?" His voice was hoarse from how hard he'd been coughing lately,

"It's a soup, my grandmother used to make it whenever I got a cold, it's soft on your throat but it'll unclog your nose," You promised him as he sat down beside you, a small smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

"Thank you," He whispered,

"I know you hate it when people help you but I want to do this, baby, I want to help." You told him as you ran your hand over his, gently rubbing his skin as he nodded shyly at you. 

"I feel like a burden when I'm sick," He admitted begrudgingly.

"Don't. I enjoy getting to pamper you, usually, it's always you that pampers me," You laughed softly, giving him a spoon and starting to eat the soup together.

CHANGBIN:

A crash sounding from the living room made you jolt awake and reach for Changbin who wasn't beside you, your eyebrows knitted together as you stared down wondering where he was. It was almost two in the morning and it wasn't like him to get home so late from work, or even from parties whenever he and the boys were celebrating. 

"Shit," You heard a voice mumble before laughter sounded from the living room, followed by another crash making you head that way only to find Changbin bent down trying to clean something up from the floor. You flicked the light switch on only to find him trying to clean up glass.

"Binnie, what-"

"Shh! I can't wake Yn up," He laughed again, his body swaying slightly and you instantly knew what was wrong with him, he'd clearly been drinking too much that night.

"Lay down," You ordered, forcing him down onto the sofa and trying to get a good look at his hand, luckily he hadn't cut it on his gallant effort to clean up the broken vase that scattered the floors.

"Ynnnnn!" He yelled before he got that look on his face, his hands holding his stomach and you quickly darted to the kitchen, grabbing a bucket and running back to him, just in time before he barfed into the bucket you were holding. 

"Sorry," He grumbles, his head spinning as he held onto the bucket and kept his head inside, not daring to lift it in case he threw up again. You stared at him and shook your head, you knew that they were celebrating finishing their album tonight but you had no idea he'd come back to you like this. If you had, you would have prepared everything for him already.

"Don't move, okay?" You stared at him as he held up a thumb and you began to work your magic. Cleaning up the glass from the floor as good as you could before heading into the kitchen and grabbing some water, painkillers and orange juice. Adding everything onto a tray before making sure to grab him some plain bread to eat as soon as he was done throwing up. 

"You're the best," He told you as you placed the tray down on the coffee table and ran your fingers through his hair,

"I know," You teased, smirking down at him as he groaned, throwing up once again into the bucket in his hands, followed by a moan of disgust.

"I'm never drinking again," He told you, making you roll your eyes playfully,

"How many times have we been in this exact situation and you say that exact sentence?" You laughed, rubbing his back softly as he mumbled something about "meaning it this time."

HYUNJIN:

You pushed open the door to your shared apartment you had with Hyunjin and frowned a little, the usual welcoming scent of lavender you had burning was missing. Instead, a faint, unfamiliar mustiness hung in the air.

"Hyunjin?" You called out, walking further into the apartment and dropping off your bags, something was clearly wrong if there was no response from him. Hyunjin had been complaining about a headache the night before, but he brushed it off as a side effect of practising all day.  

"hyunnie?" You called out again, louder this time, as you made your way through the apartment toward the bedroom where you found the door slightly ajar.

There you found Hyunjin lying sprawled on the bed, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. A pillow over his head as he grumbled something about you being too loud. You hurried to his side, kneeling beside the bed and sighing a little, you slowly peeled back the pillow to find him screwing his eyes shut. The light hurt his eyes.

"Hey," You said softly, brushing a damp strand of hair from his forehead. "You're burning up. Why didn't you call me?" You breathed out,

"I didn't want to worry you," he mumbled, his eyes closing again as you shook your head at him, you hated when he refused to ask for help.

"I'm going to take care of you," You promised, taking in the sight of him and the bed, he did not look comfortable at all. 

"Let's get you comfortable first." You carefully untangled the sheets from around him, helping him sit up enough to drink some water. He sipped gratefully, his parched lips parting for more. Next, you rushed to the windows, opening them slightly but pulling the blinds down so the light from the afternoon sun wouldn't bother him.

You spent the next few hours by his side. You changed the washcloth on his head regularly, fetched medicine, and coaxed him into drinking more fluids. You'd told the boys he wouldn't be going to work for a few days and made sure he was going to be on bed rest for a while, or at least until he was better.

"You're the best partner anyone could ever wish for." He mumbled, his voice hoarse as you carefully handed him some tea, smiling warmly at him.

"Just drink the tea, no flirting." You winked at him before he sipped on the warm drink you'd made for him.

JISUNG:

Jisung had been under a lot of stress lately at work which should have been your first hint at what sight was going to await you as you walked into the dorms one night after work. Jisung was sprawled out on the sofa, looking as though he'd been through a week of no sleep and hadn't eaten properly.

"What are you doing here?" He hadn't meant for it to come out the way it had but he hadn't expected to see you tonight, he'd been looking forward to rotting away on the sofa for the entire night. 

"It's date night," You reminded him, pointing down at your outside that you'd spent hours picking before laying your bag down and kneeling beside Jisung who looked heartbroken that he had forgotten the date. 

"Babe...I-I'm sorry." He stuttered out but you'd put your hand on his forehead and bit down on your lip, he was already spiking a fever and you hadn't been here to know how long or how bad he had been. 

"Shh, it's fine. We can have a cosy night in." You suggested, shrugging off your jacket and going to search their cabinets in look for anything other than food. They had to have some sort of medication for when they got sick, right?

"Sit up," You whispered as you sat in front of Jisung, holding a jar of vapour rub in your hand and waiting for your boyfriend to inch forward. As soon as he did you carefully began to rub the cream into his chest, making sure your hands were warm enough so you didn't shock him.

"Thank you," He groaned, his voice sounding as though he'd been swallowing sand paper all day.

"I'll make you some tea and we can watch Howl's moving castle." You suggested, gently running your fingers through his hair and smiling at him with a warm smile.

FELIX:

You'd woken up earlier than intended this morning, went and made breakfast and came back to the bedroom to find Felix sitting up in the bed, his head in his hands as he tried to calm himself down from the wave of dizziness that had met him when he woke up. 

"You look like shit," You offered as you saw the state of him, trying to tease him softly.

"Thanks, that's really nice to hear from the love of my life," He coughed out with a weak smile, his voice sounded like he'd been eating nails for days and you hated that he was getting sick. 

"You should have texted me," You mumbled, running your hand over his head and checking for a fever, he was already starting to burn up which only confirmed that he was getting sick. 

"I don't want to bother you," He mumbled, his body aching as he laid down in the sheets and snuggled against them. Felix hated this, he was normally the caring one in the relationship. He wanted to be the one to look after you and right now he felt as though he was failing that.

"You're never a bother, Lixie." You whined at him, his eyes struggling to stay open as he gave into the feeling of what his body was telling him.

When he woke up again, the smell of chamomile and honey filled the air and you were sitting at the edge of his bed with a tray on your lap.

"Drink." You ordered, holding up a small cup of steaming tea, Felix knew better than to fight you on it and he took a sip, the warm liquid soothing his throat,

"You didn't have to do this." He coughed out, sitting up slightly and leaning against the headboard,

"Of course I did," You smirked as you replied. "You're always taking care of me. Let me return the favour." Felix sighed at you, pouting a little as he looked down at himself, stuck in bed for god knows how long. 

"I just hate being useless." You hated that he was beating himself up so much so you ran your hand over his cheek,

 "You're not useless, Lix. You're just human. Everyone gets sick."

"Not you," he mumbled.

"Especially me," You corrected, scoffing a little as you remembered the last time you'd gotten so sick you couldn't leave your bed. 

"Remember last winter when I had the flu? You stayed up all night making sure I was okay. It's my turn now." Felix frowned, his stubbornness warring a little since he knew you were right.

 "I just want to be the one taking care of you. It makes me feel… I don’t know, like I’m doing something right." Your expression softened as you reached out, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. 

"You do so much right, Lixie. You don't need to prove anything to me. Let me take care of you this time, okay?" He thought about it for a moment before nodding his head, relaxing against the pillows as you spent the night looking after him. Bringing him soup, fluffing his pillows, giving him everything he could ever need and more.

SEUNGMIN:

All week long Seungmin had been giving you the brush off whenever you tried to get him to go to yours or when you suggested going to spend time with him, you began to worry a little that something was really wrong and as you stepped into his apartment your fears were confirmed. 

"Kim Seungmin." You cried out seeing him lying on the sofa, sweat dripping down his forehead as he coughed into a tissue and whined at you for being too loud.

"Go home." He grumbled, a little harsher than he wanted but he couldn't risk you getting sick because of him, the last thing he wanted was for you to end up the way he was feeling right now. 

"No." You laughed, dropping your jacket onto the coat hook and making your way to the kitchen where you knew he had things he needed. 

"yn." He coughed up but you ignored him, preparing some tea before bringing it to him, laying it down on the coffee table and staring down at your boyfriend who appeared to be pouting at you.

"You're cute when you're pouting," You smirked, kissing his cheek softly before he moved away from you,

"You'll get sick," He moaned, shaking his head at you and covering his mouth with a tissue as if it was going to stop the germs from getting to you.

"I'll be fine, just let me take care of you." You stayed where you were standing and he sighed, knowing better than to argue with you about something since you were just as stubborn as him usually. 

"Go to bed, I'll clean up and make you some soup." He nodded, sluggishly making his way to his room and getting under the sheets, shutting his eyes for a few minutes.

A few days later Seungmin finally began to feel human again and you'd cleaned up the entire apartment, opening the windows for fresh air and bringing him hot soup for every meal so he would be nursed back to health. 

JEONGIN: 

You always said you had a sixth sense about when those you cared about were going to get sick which was probably why you'd walked into your home after work one night already carrying everything you were going to need to help Jeongin feel better.

"How did you know?" He mumbled as he saw the pharmacy bag in your hand as well as a grocery bag that seemed to be filled to the brim with ingredients. 

"Because I'm secretly magic," You smirked, hating to see him laid up on the sofa surrounded by tissues, his nose already red from blowing it so much and you smiled weakly. 

"Magcially good looking." He said, trying to pass the comment off as flirty but because he was sick it just didn't work and he coughed into his hands, whining a little at the pain in his chest.

"Come on, take these baby." You offered, handing him the box of flu tablets before opening a fresh bottle of water and taking away the one he had been using.

"From now on, a fresh bottle every time or let me wash the one you're using." You instructed him, taking some of the rubs you'd gotten from the doctors and gently massaging it into his bare chest, watching as he stared at you with love in his eyes. As much as Jeongin hated being sick he adored this caring side of you, getting to be pampered by you was one of his favourite things in the world.

"Are you going to make your famous soup?" He shouldn't have sounded as excited as he did but you only ever made it when someone was sick and refused to do it any other time.

"Yes. But only if you go and get in a warm bath, let your body soak." You kissed his cheek and watched as he practically raced to the bathroom.

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[noisilyscreechingsong]

Danny ran away.

The classic reveal didn’t go right/ the GIW is hunting to him/ everyone is dead. You pick.

He’s alone. In Gotham. With nothing.

Staying in the city makes sense, right? Except for the crazy rogues he doesn’t want to get involved in or the straight up normal humans dressing up to fight them. Danny wasn’t touching that with a 10 foot pole. So he travelled further to the outskirts where he hoped to find a cabin some rich family only stays in for the summer.

Instead he finds rich mansions hidden back in the trees with big tall gates keeping everyone out. Most had people living there (he checked), all except for this one.

He’s only seen a kid, maybe ten, go in and out for school and sneaking out late at night.

Danny thinks he’s smart, sneaking in to snag some food and rest a bit when he knows the kid is gone. He doesn’t account for if the boy comes back earlier than normal.

Wide, surprised eyes meet wide, panicked eyes. Danny doesn’t even shove the next bite of Mac and Cheese in his mouth before he’s booking it to the nearest window.

“Wait!” Danny doesn’t wait. “You don’t have to go!”

Danny slows to a stop. Um, what?

He turns to give the boy a look but he doesn’t cringe back. The kid steps forward, almost impulsively.

“You’re the one who’s been stealing food and sleeping in the guest bedroom in the west wing, right?”

How the heck did he know where Danny was taking a nap? He always made sure to fix the bed when he left.

The boy continues without any answer.

“You don’t have to keep hiding. You can stay. I’ll provide you food and clothes and you can pick whatever room you want to stay in.”

Danny doesn’t know what’s gotten into the kid, but he suddenly feels flat footed and so off balanced.

“Why?” He asks incredulously. Why do all that for him? Why trust a strange teenager in his home? Why bother with him? He’s obviously homeless and has been stealing from him.

The boy’s lips thin slightly like he doesn’t want to say. Like he’s embarrassed.

Instead he says, “You had dozens of chances to steal any of the priceless artifacts in this house, but instead you only steal enough food for yourself and to rest.”

Okay. Yea, that was technically true and he could see the boy is thinking he figured out Danny’s personality by just that (it reminds him of Jazz how confident the kid is), but that doesn’t mean he’s trustworthy!

He goes to tell the kid off for thinking he knows anything about some random teen that keeps breaking into his house, but then notices the way the boy is holding himself.

“You’re hurt.”

The boy jolts like he wasn’t expecting Danny to notice at all. He looks down and adjusts his weight a bit.

“Uh…”

“Did you twist your ankle?” Danny guesses.

The boy mutely nods, looking at him with wide eyes with too much emotion to decipher.

“Well come sit down, don’t keep standing on it, dummy.”

The boy quickly makes his way over to sit delicately on the edge of the couch cushion. Danny goes to the freezer where he knows he saw an ice pack once when he was going through it.

Danny helps the kid turn and lay back until he can elevate the foot under a pillow and set the cold ice pack over the sock. The boy is still staring at him with those wide, intense eyes.

“Ice it for a while and after you take a shower I’ll wrap it for you. Where’s your first aid kit?”

“The first floor bathroom.”

“Which one? You have three.”

“Four actually. You missed the one in the laundry room.”

Danny gives him a look.

“Kid.”

“Tim,” the boy corrects happily. “My name is Tim. Timothy Drake.”

Danny just looks back for a few moments at what is undoubtedly a flicker of hope in those blue eyes. He sighs.

“I’m Danny.”

And a weird friendship was born. Or more of a sibling-ship? Brotherhood? They teeter over the line of friend and family daily.

Danny did stay and Tim was thrilled to have someone else in the house, someone that wasn’t cold or professional towards him. They played games together and joked and taught each other things.

Danny was good at fixing anything that was broken and was the one to do any errands while Tim was at school. He was also the one who had to teach Tim how to be a brother.

Tim on the other hand seemed to be good at everything but letting himself relax. He was a hyper and intelligent kid whose mind was always active, so Danny had to accommodate and come up with crazy games and tasks for the boy in the disguise of requests, but he also made the boy sit down with him to watch crappy movies and just relax together.

They had fun, but they also had bumps and misunderstands. Danny nearly blew his top when Tim snuck out to spy on Batman and Robin without telling him (and wasn’t that a conversation to remember when the Danny found out what he was really doing at night). And Tim had a problem with lying to try and make Danny not worry, which ended up doing the opposite.

They got through those hiccups together though because they were both too possessive to let the other go that easily.

Tim created a fake identity for Danny saying they were cousins. The same black hair and blue eyes kinda sold it with a backstory of Danny’s mother being disowned by Janet’s parents. Jack and Janet weren’t home enough (or invested enough) to confirm or deny.

It was funny though watching Tim stare after Jason Todd-Wayne longingly for a while, but enough was enough. If Tim secretly wanted to befriend his idol, then Danny would make it happen. And he did of course. He made friends with the butler after ‘losing’ a frisbee in their yard and asked if they could get together for dinner one night so Tim and Jason could hang out outside of school. Alfred obviously knew Danny was pushing for Tim’s sake, but he still agreed easily enough.

So became a normal for the Wayne’s and the Drake’s to eat dinner together at least once a month. And after many meetings Danny mentally checked them off as ‘okay enough for vigilantes’ and stayed behind while the two younger boys ran off to go play a game before they headed home next door.

“Mr. Wayne?”

“Come now, you know you can call me Bruce, Danny,” the man smiles. It’s a little too wide, but Danny understands he’s still trying to put on the Brucie mask. He really wish he wouldn’t.

“Right, Bruce.” He fidgets for a second with his hoodie strings and he can feel Bruce’s attention zero in on the motion. “I need to ask you a favor.”

The air turns tense with the silence after that.

“What’s wrong, Danny? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine! Promise. I just- I just need you to promise me something. Please.”

Danny felt so awkward. He has never relied on an adult before, always doing everything himself or with other kids, something Tim and him have in common. So to turn to Bruce Wayne was out of character, but he wasn’t really. He was asking Batman, and him Danny could trust a little more.

“Promise you what?”

Danny could hear the barely covered suspicion in his voice.

“If- If something happens and I’m not around anymore, I need you to take Tim in,” he states, looking at the man full on to show how serious a matter this was.

The man stares back equally serious.

“What would happen to you? Are you in some kind of trouble?” Bruce asks.

Danny shakes his head hard.

“I’m not into drugs, Bruce. Or a gang or gambling or anything like that okay? I don’t owe any debt someone’s coming after me for. I just need insurance, some piece of mind that if something did happen that meant I couldn’t take care of Tim, there would be someone to look after him.”

Bruce stares back, thinking, for several moments.

“Tim has parents, Danny, I don’t know what you expect me to do. And what do you mean you take care of him? Don’t you boys have a caretaker?”

“Of course we don’t. We look after each other, but I’m the oldest. His parents are never home. I’m not exaggerating, they were in Gotham for only fifty-four days last year. They missed Tim’s birthday, holidays, everything. He’s still a kid, he needs someone to be there for him and if I’m suddenly gone then he has no one. Promise me that won’t happen. Promise me you’ll take him in, that you’ll figure out a way to keep him with you so he at least has Jason and you and Alfred.”

Bruce is silent for a while and Danny knows what he’s struggling with. He didn’t really want to use his trump card, but desperate measures.

“We already know who you are. You don’t have to worry about him finding out your secret.”

All traces of the Brucie mask drops at that confession and Batman analyzes him.

“How?”

“Tim is a really smart kid,” he just says with a fond smile. “He’s known for a while too, so you know he won’t go blabbing to the media or whatever.”

“What about you?”

“If I wanted to blackmail you, don’t you think I would have led with that? I don’t care what you do in your free time, but it’s not my business to tell.”

Danny shrugs and tries not to squirm under being scrutinized.

“Since you know who I am, if you are in trouble or ever need help, you can come to me.”

Danny blinks.

“Yea, that’s what I’m doing. So do you promise?”

Bruce nods once, very controlled.

“Yes. I promise you that I will take care of Tim Drake if anything happens to you,” the man vows solemnly.

Danny smiles back, shoulders sagging in relief.

“Thank you.”

When Danny somehow saves Jason from dying, and two months later goes missing, Bruce has to honor that promise while also tracking down the teenager to bring home to a very distraught Tim.

[glamourscat]

MY DEAR ARMIN

In a world where promises are hard to keep, you and Armin grew up with your heart on your sleeve. Hoping that someday you two could experience the joys of freedom and travel together. Well, that day came, just not exactly how you had always imagined

My dear Armin,

As I write this, Mikasa is standing by my side. She knows this is a love letter, and yet she still tries to sneak little peeks. Go figure.

That said, she gave me her word that she’d deliver this to you in one piece and we know Mikasa, she never breaks a promise. Remember when we were young, when those bullies stole our favourite book and she came to the rescue? This almost feels like that moment.

I’m going to leave soon. My ship sails tomorrow at noon sharp. I’m not sure why I feel compelled to tell you. Maybe it’s because we once promised we would leave together and some part of me still holds on to that version of us. Two naive kids who ran hand in hand under the stars, giggling like we were the only ones left in the world. With rosy cheeks, collapsing onto the cold grass, whispering promises full of stars.

You kept a lot of promises, Armin. To the world, to the dead, to our people. And I admire you for that, there’s no one I admire more in this lifetime. I think that’s why I never held it against you when you broke ours. I understand now that it wasn’t really me you were betraying, not truly. You were carrying too much, and something had to be left behind. I don’t blame you for letting go of an idealistic thought. Still, part of me hopes you remember, just for a second, what it felt like to dream with me.

I remember the night I told you how I felt. I wasn’t trying to trap you in guilt, or in a choice. In a way, I think I already knew your answer before you spoke. It didn’t hurt because you didn’t love me back, it hurt because you pulled away after. I just wanted to be honest, before I couldn’t be anymore. And I know you were honest too when you said you would rather stay best friends. But silence feels like a strange way to keep a friendship alive.

Maybe that’s what this letter is about. A way to break the silence without asking anything from you. I’m not asking for a reply. I’m not asking for a choice. I just wanted you to know that I’m not angry. I’m not bitter. I loved you. I still do, and probably always will.

If I ever come back, maybe we will talk again. If not, maybe you will find this letter years from now, tucked in one of your books, and smile at how ridiculous we were, how ridiculous I was. Building futures in our heads like we weren’t trapped in a cage.

I hope you live. Not just survive. I hope you find joy in living again. I hope you learn how to love without guilt. Take care of Annie. Take care of yourself.

And if you ever find yourself looking out over the ocean, and by any chance you think of me, of what we could have been, just know that I will be out there too, somewhere, thinking of you. In the ocean. In the sky. In the stars. In my heart.

Yours, always, in one way or another,

Y/N

PT 2

a/n: I should have never touched this damned anime.