#YOU KILL ME WITH THESE BEC

[wwooyology]

when they ask how you are and you have to say that you're fine when you're not really fine 😭

you and jake are seat mates in class and the teacher was talking about sex education, you turn to jake and see him smirking at you and his hands go on your thigh and…

AND AND…he slowly moves up your thigh, tracing the pads of his fingers against your soft skin causing goosebumps to form. you’re keeping your eyes locked on him as his eyes drift to your plush thighs, seeing the effect he was having on you. tucking his lip between his teeth as you start to rub them together.

jake carefully scoots his chair closer to yours, leaning his shoulder against yours and whispering, “no no baby, spread those pretty legs for me, ya?” while sliding his hand down the middle, pressing his fingers between your closed thighs to spread them, giving him the access he so desperately wanted.

he continued his movement upwards, eventually tucking his hand underneath your skirt and rubbing his middle knuckle against your clothed heat. biting down hard on his lip to keep from groaning at how wet you are already, completely soaked through your panties and how your slick coated his fingers.

you grip the seat of your chair, forcing yourself in place to not squirm and have all eyes on the two of you. and oh man was it driving jake insane. only pushing him further over the edge. he’s now rubbing the pads of his fingers against you, looping his thumb through your panties and pulling them to the side, “spread your legs more,” he whispers, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you don’t protest and instantly moved them. his fingers sliding knuckle deep into your cunt so smoothly and perfectly. it took everything in jake to not force you out of this lecture hall and down to his dorm room at the feeling of your cunt wrapping so beautifully around his fingers. god he could only imagine how goddamn good you’d feel around his cock.

the real challenge for you now was to not moan. to not slide down into the chair and spread your legs further. to act busy and that you’re paying attention to the lecture in front of you. knuckles turning white from gripping the seat with each movement of jake’s fingers sliding in and out of you.

“I can’t wait to fuck you after this,” he whispered in a gasped quiet moan, “going to put you in every position we are talking about in this lecture I swear to god.”

and god did you hope he would keep that promise. jake perfectly intends to bend you over every surface of his dorm and into every position possible by the end of the night. he just had to make it through this class. he was palming himself now, biting even harder into his lip until he could taste iron on his tongue. he was loosing his composure, and by the looks of it, so were you. then finally the professor ended the lecture off for the day and you and jake were the first ones out the door.

[ribbittrobbit]

me, vibrating out of my skin: please for the love of god let people have normal, different bodies

[jellyfishcandyy]

what do you mean I have to get up tomorrow and have a normal day- Jon just gave up his position in the one place he thought he belonged because he wants his sister back and safe WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO ACT NORMAL

[chaiaurchaandni]

just saw a 2019 article on nyt written by the israeli ambassador to the UN with the title 'what's wrong with palestinian surrender?' and the subheading 'knowing when to give up is the first step towards peace'

this tells you everything you need to know about this imperialist occupier. palestinian resistance - whether it is hamas/fatah/pflp or palestinian reporters on the ground during airstrikes or palestinian medics/doctors working night and day to save palestinian lives or simply palestinian civilians flying the flag of palestine - any and all kinds of resistance against the occupation and the bombing and the erasure and the propaganda is unacceptable to the oppressor

this reminds me of the kwame ture video talking about the difference between peace and freedom/liberation. maybe it could be true that if the palestinians stop resisting, there might be 'peace,' according to the israeli definition of the word, but would there be any kind of liberation or equality or justice for the palestinians? absolutely not. because peace is a 'white man's word,' as kwame ture puts it. it is a euphemism for the status quo that benefits those in power.

and if the status quo = peace, then any resistance is automatically villainized and demonized as it opposes the status quo and by extension, the oppressor's definition of peace

[npd-enigma]

this is why we are divorced /joke

id: an image of an X post with an account named "@danghentschel" that has a photo attached of a light skinned person in a body of water smiling, above the photo reads "At the beach- Where the hoes at?" then below it reads "Cocky want boing boing!

[funnyscienceman]

when MF's doing her revenge against gangplank stuff she always brings up her mother, but does she ever mention how GP shot her, a little kid at the time, with full intent to kill too?

[ohnoitsz1m]

OUHGHGGGSHGHH

I finished Entropy Zero Uprising

[martadelareina]

gap the series is the best show ever made and they made it for roughly $37.50 netflix could never

[ultimatelyunassuming]

Every day i am reminded of my wv<3<slick rare pair and every day i go slightly more insane.

[scorittanius]

ANIM.ALS. DOGES

[across-the-web]

Guinevere Eustace: nobody's dying today - but, if anyone's gonna die, then it's me. I volunteer.

Me: well, that just completes the plot now doesnt it

[7-oh-ta1]

I'm enjoying totk so far!!!! One thing I'll say is that I feel really bad for Link. The world building is cute and exciting here, especially if you've played botw and you're a little invested in the futures of some of the characters. I like seeing the different routes everyone is taking -- Symin quit being Purah's apprentice and is a teacher now, which honestly he must be passionate about since Purah is considered god by most Hyruleans and its like!!! That's an unexpected turn that I couldn't have predicted, very human!!

But the reason I feel bad for Link is that for some reason absolutely none of the NPCs remember him, apart from main quests ones like Impa or Robbie. 🙁 I immediately recognized that this is for new players, but anyone who has played botw knows that Link spent a colossal amount of time with these people while regaining his strength. His own neighbors don't remember him, they don't even remember that HE'S THEIR NEIGHBOR. The only person he has is.... Zelda. And where I'm at (very early bec I'm an explorer) the plot is centered around locating her which is logical, but also sad. Link in totk just simply doesn't have anyone else. He's apparently been isolated from everyone but her, and sometimes Purah and Robbie. Because he has no ties with anyone else, Zelda is his only friend. And she's missing, seemingly not even wanting to come home to him. It's just really, really... sad.

[lndsismaeverything]

Lnds being a girl dad

Decided to write it down because I'm bored 🥱 here is my list of ideas that can use but just tag me on it so I can also enjoy the story

Xavier :

Calls your daughter lil princess

Has his hair color and your eyes. Inherited his cute lil pout

Xavier would totally get everything his lil princess wants. Want that new toy? Or how about the new plushie at the arcade machine? Sure, he'll get it right away

Xavier would love to read bed time stories to his daughter every night. Turning off the light while turning on the fairy lights acting as twinkling like stars in the night sky in your daughter room.

He definitely built a fort for her

Has two pets rabbits named Mr.Bunbun and Mrs.Bunbun ( they are married in your daughter mind )and one goldfish named Goldie had Goldie replace every month bec it keeps dying because of your clueless daughter that keep killing the fish

"Daddy why is Goldie floating? " your daughter said curiously " it's because he's taking his afternoon naps , and time for yours too " Xavier lifted his lil princess, carrying her too her room. After she's asleep Xavier calls you " we need another goldfish" he scratches his head " what is it this time?" You asked on there other line " she put a heater in the thank to keep him warm "you sigh, a hand on your hip as you told him frustrated " I told you not to give her a goldfish, poor fish "

He could tell his daughter the truth but couldn't stand to break her lil heart. And it isn't that he didn't keep an eye on her while she played with the fish it's just he took a 5 minutes nap , it wouldn't hurt right? Well that proofed him wrong...

Would like to bake cookies with her ( with you watching them of course )

Would miss his lil princess and you too during every mission . He can't wait to go home to his loving family

If you both are given a mission and both of u can't look after your daughter, she gladly stay with uncle Jeremiah. During the stay with her uncle she learns some gardening skills and is pretty good at taking care of plants

Xavier is of course jealous of Jeremiah, seeing his daughter talking about how the few days has been with her favorite uncle

" princess who do u like more your dad or your stupid uncle Jeremiah? " he said serious

" daddy don't say that about uncle Jeremiah! " good thing she has your personality always ready to defend the person she care and love. But Xavier couldn't help feel his heart ache but also feel proud, his lil princess stood up for his uncle but going against her dad

" uncle Jeremiah is a great uncle and smart tooo ! He's not stupid " she said to her dad " uncle Jeremiah is my favorite uncle! But you are my dad and the best daddy I could ask for "

You ended up ending the recording to Jeremiah to let him witness this scene too

Zayne

His office would be also his daughter office. After school your daughter would walk to Akso hospital since the kindergarten isn't far from the hospital just a 5min walk. But sometimes zayne would be free , so he would pick up his daughter if he didn't had a appointment at that time.

also would occasionally ( almost everytime he pick up his daughter ) bring your daughter to the bakery next a few buildings from the kindergarten .

Inherited his father's sweet tooth

Also hates the dentist

He will watch his daughter sit in his office doing her homework in her lil desk next to him. Also has a picture frame of the family photo that you didn't take a few days ago

The reason why zayne daughter would be at his work is because sometimes you can't pick up your daughter during the day is because your busy with mission and work.

After work you pick up your daughter at your husband work " bye daddy see you soon " she waved and your husband nodded " see you at home "

But sometimes zayne would come home late at night and your daughter would already be asleep by then. Also the reason why she likes going to her dad work place, is to spend time with him when at night she bearly see him or spend time with

When zayne would have a surgery your daughter would patiently do her homework ,if she's done she would go around the hospital lobby and talk to the nurses and doctors

The nurses and doctors love your cute lil daughter

" oh how she looks like Dr. Zayne so much "

" she also has Dr. Zayne calm expression "

Your daughter would have a personal ID badge hanging around her neck that you help her make . Just letting the other nurses and doctors know that she Dr.zayne daughter and not a lost kid

Zayne would double check himself if he has any blood on himself or the smell of blood on him before going to see his daughter after the surgery

Zayne can't help it if his daughter ask for another piece of his macarons " ok, you can have another one but just dont tell your mom. You can it have a maximum of 3 per day and you already have 5 "

"but daddy the same goes for you too and your already have 6 !" Your husband chuckled "alright this will be our lil secret"

" what little secrets ?" You lean against the doorframe , folding your arms as you watch both of them eating, almost finishing dozen macarons

Girl dad zayne would deny that he always saying yes to his daughter " oh really? What about last week Saturday? U said no more sugar but you bought her a snow cone" you tease your husband

" daddy can I have that snow cone? It's a double scoop and it looks like a snowman ! And best of all I can share with you ! "

" at least she has a good reason " your husband replied pushing his glasses to the brim of is node" oh just admit it Dr.zayne ~ "he smile and looked at your sleeping daughter on his office couch

Rafayell

Would spoil his lil sea guppy rotten

" daddy can I have a pony? " already bought one a few seconds ago when he say her drawing a pony. Bought a pony the same as the drawing

Want some plushies? No worries he called Thomas to get her the most cutest plushy and limited to edition

But your daughter love the plushies her had won for her at the arcade especially the pufferfish and the birb

Would teach your daughter about lemurians language. Also tell her stories about the lemurians

" daddy do you think I can turn my legs into a lemurian fish tailtoo? " her eyes sparked looking at her dad

" of course you can. You are half lemurian and human after all " rafayell ruffled her hair

The day she transformed into a lamurian in the bathtub is the day rafayell cheered for her because he didn't know if she could actually turn her legs into a fish tail

Would take her to the beach so she can swim in the ocean and get used to the salty waters . But also for some family fun time

You joined them watching how rafayell teach your daughter to swim in her new found form. You don't have a fish tail but you can still breath under water because of the sea god. It was fun watching your daughter struggle a bit

" hold my hand it be easier for your to balance yourself " your husband hold your daughter hand preventting from her turning upside down

" ugh, daddy this is worst then learning how to ride a bike! " your daughter wine, you couldn't help but laugh at them

Rafayell would bring your daughter to the art exhibit .

Also have a painting named after her and inspired by her . But that isn't for sale that's for the living room at home

Your daughter has a lot of dresses like a lot and same for shoes and jewelry. Rafayell like to dress his daughter up

First class trips with her daddy

Rafayell would definitely ride his sports car to pick her up at kindergarten.

" now wheres my little guppy? " he said standing at the door from the class she's in " daddy ! "

Sylus

Would let your daughter go on busssnins meeting with him because she asked him. At first he said no because it's a dangerous mission . But your daughter is cunning which she got from you of course " but I have daddy to protect me there, he's the strongest and he's the best so nothing will happen to me " that boosted his ego

You where furious when you found out that your husband took your daughter to a dangerous meeting that ended blowing up the whole building " but sweetie, it's nothing I can't handle, she save and onharmed "

" you let her hold a gun."

" that's because she hated the merchant " sylus said confidently

Looks like onychinus had a new leader soon after her dad step down

Would let her dress Mephisto up

Sylus would teach your daughter some boxing moves

Would try to fit all of you guys in his motorcycle , your daughter in front , placing her hand on the handle while your husband hand on top of hers and you always being sylus backpack

Would have customized helmets with your names on it

Sylus would let her daughter play with his hair and stick some stickers on him and if he feels generous ( which he is toward you and your daughter ) he'll even let your daughter put make up on him

Luke and Kieran would be the best uncles . Would like to join her uncles with pranks

Love doing karaoke with her dad .both can't sing well and are death ears

Sylus would buy the whole arcade just for her daughter

Plays kitty cards with your daughter and always lose on purpose

Sylus is definitely the type to give anything her daughter fancies. She looked firearm for 5 second? Is already here with her name on it of course with no bullets . Or else he wouldn't have hear the end of it from you

Would definitely sign a no boyfriend till your married

Like and karien are your daughter personal bodyguards

Would prepare a fancy ball for her birthday

Would play the piano for her also teaching her some keys

End up hitting the post button while middle way writing 😅sorry for grammar mistakes and words.

[rambling-at-midnight]

Pros and Cons of Midnight Snacks (Part 3; final part)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Gender Neutral Civilian!Reader

Summary: Just minutes after discovering his secret identity, it’s time for you and Jason to clear the air about how the two of you actually met.

Word count: 3.4k

Your heart is racing a hundred miles a minute when you make it back to your apartment. And not just because of the five sets of stairs you have to walk up, although that's pretty bad.

You make sure that your roommate isn't home, then usher your cat out of your bedroom and open the window. You sit on the edge of your bed, nerves twisting in your stomach.

No, you can't stay still.

Also, your cat's scratching at the door, furious that he's been locked away.

You decide to wait in the living room instead.

His approach is soundless. You don’t hear him come through the window, or when he opens your bedroom door, but your cat meows happily and you turn around to see your six-foot-two lying boyfriend looming in your apartment.

“Is your roommate here?” he growls through the mask. Your cat yowls at his feet, wondering why Jason—the Red Hood—hasn’t begun to lavish him with attention yet.

“No, so you can take that off.”

You’re a little pleased with yourself for figuring out his identity so quickly. Unfortunately, you’re much less pleased with him for messing with you. You’re not mad that he didn’t tell you his vigilante identity; you’ve known each other about a month, which is nothing in the grand span of a lifetime. You’re not a pessimist, but you are realistic, and you’re not sure if your relationship is going to work out yet after a week and a half of dating. Any disgruntled ex-girlfriend could reveal his secret identity to the press—not that you’re that type of person.

No, it’s smart to be cautious with his identity.

So wearing a costume that displays one of his most unique features isn’t the brightest.

Also, now that you think about it, Jason wandered into the library the day after the Red Hood walked you home.

So you’re not exactly worried, but you are a bit cautious. You’ve seen that Netflix show You, where that perfectly charming man kills every woman he’s in a relationship with. If it came down to that, you wouldn’t be able to beat Jason in a fight.

Also, you don’t want to fight in front of the cat.

With a click and a hiss, the mask—more a muzzle—comes off, and there appears your handsome boyfriend, a little disheveled and sweaty from the five-story climb to your window after stowing his bike. He’s still beautiful, and it’s such a shame. He could have been the one, had he not stalked and lied to you.

You think.

You’re going to find out.

Jason’s eyes dart to your dominant hand, which is hidden behind your back with your trusty pepper spray ready to go at the slightest sign of aggression. “I take it I’m in trouble,” he says, light, almost joking, and bends to pick your cat up. The little bastard squirms every time you do that, but he settles right down in Jason's arms and gets to purring.

“Jason—” You start, then falter, because you don’t actually know his last name. Or his middle. “Jason,” you say again through gritted teeth, trying to make it as menacing as possible. “I think we have something to talk about, don’t you?”

“Y/N,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Yes, I am the Red Hood. I couldn’t tell you bec—”

“I don’t give a shit that you’re the Red Hood,” you interrupt.

Jason’s mouth clicks shut. He gives you an odd look.

“Well, that you didn’t tell me,” you amend. “We’ve known each other a month. It would be pretty pathetic if you couldn’t keep the secret that long. Everyone in the city would know by now.”

“Okay,” he says slowly. “So what are you mad about, exactly?”

“That I was right!” You exclaim. “You were stalking me! I thought you just liked coffee and reading, but you were following me the whole time. You even offered to beat yourself up. What else about you is a lie?”

“Okay, whoa,” he says, holding his hand up, and if you weren’t mad before, you’re getting there now. He has no right for you to motion to calm down. “Okay, I’ll admit it. I guess I kind of did start this all out by following you.”

Your hands fall limply to your sides. Now that he’s admitted it, all the wind is out of your sails. You’ve never been so disappointed to be right. Secretly, you were hoping he would write it all off as a freak coincidence so thoroughly that you’d have no choice to believe it, all the way up until he strangled you. “Okay,” you say calmly. You hear your own voice, but it’s from very far away. “Are you going to hurt me now?”

“What?” He looks aghast at the very thought. “No, no, I won’t—why would I—No.” He’s so firm in the reply, so utterly certain, that your grip loosens on the pepper spray. He might be a really good liar�� or he might be telling the truth. “No, Y/N, I really like you, which is why I asked you out, and even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t hurt you anyway because you’re my friend. And you’re a good person. The Red Hood punishes criminals; he’s not some crazy serial killer.”

“I mean, you kind of are,” you mumble. You’ve seen the statistics. He ruled through fear for several years. But, like he’d said earlier, he’s reformed himself. He still kills people, though, but you find that it doesn’t bother you as much as it should.

“I am not—” Jason stresses, looking you right in the eyes— “the kind of man that hits women.”

There’s a story there, in the way he says it, but it’s not the time to ask. You’re not sure that your fledging relationship is ready for it, either, but you’re still curious. You’re also curious about why he killed so many people when he started out. You’re curious about everything about him. You think you could listen to him talk for hours about himself and you still would only touch the surface of everything that makes up Jason.

“Okay,” you say. His eyes track your hand as you set the pepper spray down on the counter.

He repeats it like a question. You’re a little surprised, too, but— “Jason, I wouldn’t have agreed to be your girlfriend if I wasn’t sure that you’re a good person. But I need you to tell me about how we met.”

“You mean the robbery?” He looks confused. “That really was just a coincidence. I heard that something was going down and stopped by. I had no idea who you were before that night, I swear.”

“Okay. So why did you follow me to the library?”

“Oh.” Jason coughs. “Yeah. Okay, well, the first day, I actually was following you.”

You slap the counter with an open palm, triumphant. Your cat hisses at the sound. "I knew it!"

"Wait, wait, just hear me out. I was following you to make sure that you didn't die of blood loss. Or sepsis. Or gangrene. Or—"

"So you were stalking me... because you cared?"

"It's how my family shows love," he shrugs.

Your eyes widen. Because you hadn't considered it, but if he's a Bat—and he is, judging by the red shape on his chest—then his family is the Batclan. "Oh, my God. Batman is your dad."

Jason folds his arms over his chest like he's self-conscious about the symbol. "Yeah, and I've got the weird attachment style to show for it."

"Wait," you blurt out. "The brother you were supposed to meet in the coffee shop—were you supposed to meet Red Robin?"

"Um..."

You can't believe you were almost in the same place as the actual Red Robin. "Wow. Is his civilian identity as cool as his superhero one?"

"Please don't tell me you're a Red Robin fan," Jason says, his voice pained. "We might actually need to break up."

"Do you think I could meet him sometime?" you whisper.

"He's a huge loser," Jason tells you. "He's short and scrawny and actually pretty ugly beneath the mask. He looks like a troll. Also, I think he watches Andrew Tate videos and moderates Reddit forums in his free time. You really don't want to meet him."

You can't stop grinning. "There's no need to be jealous, Jason. Red Robin's way too young for me, but I think it's cool that he uses his brain to fight crime."

"What, and I don't?" he scoffs.

"Okay." You hold up a hand, determined to get the conversation back on track. "So you wanted to make sure that I wasn't actively dying. Why'd you keep coming back?"

"Well, then I thought you might be a supervillain," he said casually, like that's a normal thing to spring on someone.

You just gape at him.

"You treated a gunshot wound like it was nothing!" he defended himself shrilly. "Most civilians would be a little more concerned about an open wound in their side."

"I'm a medical student. Doctors make the worst patients."

"Yeah, well, Gotham has a pretty bad track record of doctors becoming supervillains, so excuse me for trying to curb a new one before she had the chance to turn."

You cross your arms. "What did you think would happen, Jason? I'd accidentally take a dip in Gotham River and the bacteria in there would travel from my side to my brain and make me go crazy?"

"I mean, yeah. That's pretty much exactly what happened with Harley Quinn."

Well, shit. He's got you there.

"Okay, well then why approach me at the coffee shop?"

Jason raises his eyebrow. "You were the only one there and I had a spare coffee. Am I not allowed to do nice things?"

"It was right after I told the Red Hood that I thought I was getting stalked. Did you do that on purpose?" you accuse.

"No, I swear. I didn't even know that you liked that place. Red Robin mentioned liking it.” Oh, my God, you and Red Robin like the same coffee shop. “I just… kept showing up after I saw you there the first time." He must be scratching your cat too hard, because he wiggles out of Jason's arms and runs over to his food bowl, looking at you pleadingly like he's been starving for a hundred years, even though your roommate texted you earlier saying that he'd already fed him. "I was planning on disappearing from your life and telling you as Hood that I'd, I don't know, threatened the dude or whatever, but..."

"But what?"

He shrugs. "You're pretty, Y/N. You're smart. And you were funny when I talked to you as Hood. Is it a crime for me to want to make a friend?"

"Just a friend?" You squint at him.

"Yeah. Just a friend." Jason tousles his hair again, and this time you let yourself admire the way the muscles of his shoulders and upper arms flex at the motion. "Believe it or not, I've never been in a relationship before. This wasn't what I was expecting—I never expected anything—but I'm happy. You're happy... aren't you?" He's pleading now, and it tugs on your heartstrings.

You sigh, but take a step closer to him. "Yes, I'm happy, Jason." It's definitely not the most conventional way to start a relationship, and most other people would be running for the hills by now, but this is Gotham. You moved here and stayed here because you fit in with the crazy. "I just need you to tell me one thing." Step. "One honest thing."

"Of course," he says immediately. Big green eyes pleading for you to bridge the gap between your bodies, to forgive him.

"What's your last name? I can't date someone whose last name I don't know."

For some reason, he grimaces. "Uh... my full name is Jason... Peter... Todd." His voice gets quieter with every word, until you're straining to hear his surname.

That rings familiar with something in your memory. You frown. "Jason Todd... not like Jason Todd Memorial Library?" Usually with memorials, the person they're named after is dead, but Jason's real and in front of you. Also, wasn't Jason Todd the kid that Bruce Wayne adopted several years ago?

The corners of Jason's lips turn down. "Yeah, I wasn't thrilled with your choice of study locations at first. But it is quieter than my apartment. B adopted too many fuckin' kids, and they always find my place, even when I move—"

"Does Red Robin hang out at your apartment a lot?" you ask, just to see him scowl.

"No, he's never there, and I'm going to dropkick him off a roof the next time I see him unless you stop talking about him."

"Okay," you say. You're close enough now to put a hand on his forearm, so you do. "I'll stop talking." You have to get on your tiptoes and pull the back of his head a bit, but you kiss him, and somehow it's even better than the first time.

Jason's lips are a little dry, but not chapped, soft and pillowy. He blinks when you rest back on your heels, looking dazed like someone hit him over the head with a frying pan. "Am I forgiven now?"

"Mmm..." You pretend to think it over. His hands snake around your back and pull you flush against him, stomach to stomach. "I think so," you say through a gasp, which might be embarrassing if he didn't bend to kiss you before the words had fully left your lips.

You kiss for a little while after that, shivering when his hands slip beneath your jacket. Not quite up your shirt, but getting there. He's got huge hands, and he grips your waist firmly, using his thumbs to gently rub at your hipbones as he pulls you even closer. That small contact, so gentle yet also a little greedy, heats your body from the inside like an inferno.

You're starting to bend backwards now, and the hand on the back of his neck is less there to pull him down and more there to keep you up. Are you lightheaded? You might be. You breathe in through your nose, but it doesn't help.

Jason may be inexperienced, according to his own testimony, but he doesn't kiss like it. He kisses with his whole body. He keeps leaning forward, moving his lips against yours with the single-minded intensity that took you by pleasant surprise the first time you kissed. Soft but firm, pressing against you, in a way that makes you think he'd really like to crowd you against a wall and cage you in. Not that you want to escape.

When you're bent over, you take Jason's chin in your hand and slowly push his head back. He resists at first, eyes fluttering as he chases after your lips, but you're about to fall over, so you murmur, "What's the plan here, babe?"

"No plan," he says, voice low and gravely in a way you've never heard before. Jason looks at you from beneath his long lashes. A heat flashes in his eyes. Something flutters in your stomach, bigger than butterflies. Maybe birds? Maybe robins.

And then you feel his hands on the bare skin of your back when they slip beneath the hem of your shirt. You gasp and jerk away on instinct because his hands are so warm, so calloused, but he's got a good grip on you; you're not falling anytime soon.

Then your entire world shifts as Jason yanks you upright, at the same time pulling the hem of your jacket and shirt up enough so he can see your wound.

"Oh, my God," you groan, embarrassed and a little amused. "You little pervert, were you doing all that to distract me?"

"No." Jason's voice is still gravely. He looks at your hip, then stares at your mouth like he's making a decision. He kisses you again, a firm press, and nips at your bottom lip before he leans back to squint at the scar. "Is it still bruised?"

"Yes," you sigh, covering your eyes. You're embarrassed for reasons you can't quite explain. Maybe because he's pulling your shirt up and you're not quite as firm everywhere as he is. You're pretty sure champion bodybuilders aren't as firm as he is. "It's gotten much better, though. See? No infections or anything like that."

He measures the scar against his hand: it's about two fingers wide, and one finger long. It scabbed over a while ago, and now that the scab's gone, it's just a shiny pink patch of skin.

"You could have stitched it anyway," he sighs.

"I don't care." You grab him by the chin and force him to meet your eyes. "I don't care about scars. Mine or yours. Most of the time, they're sexy. And apart from me, you're the only one seeing it." His hands clench your waist at the words, then loosen. He sends you an apologetic look. You continue, "So as long as you don't mind it, then nobody does."

"I wish it had never happened to you," he sighs.

"Well, it did. But it wasn't your fault and we can't change the past."

Jason's still mulling over your words when you start to work at his belt. He makes a choked noise and grabs your hands. Doesn't push them away, just holds them still right where they are. "What are you doing?"

"Well, I showed you mine." You grin up at him. "It's only fair that you show me yours."

He snorts. "You don't trust your own handiwork?"

"It's a follow-up appointment," you say. "To make sure everything's healing normally. Now take off your shirt, Mr. Todd. This veterinarian's apartment does, after all, moonlight as a strip club."

He undoes his belt buckle with one hand, and you have to make sure that your mouth isn't open. That was probably the hottest thing you've ever seen in your life. "You ready?" he grins, cocky in the way he only gets when he's flirting with you. "One look at me and you'll forget all about Red Robin. Forever."

"God, don't bring up your little brother while we're making out," you groan.

"Good to know that you plan on kissing me some more tonight," he says casually. Then he peels off the skintight gray shirt, and every thought wipes from your mind.

His muscles have muscles. And, somehow, despite your apartment's shitty lighting, he's glowing. His pants sit low on his hips like he's a model or something.

How has no one ever dated him before? He's actually perfect.

The longer you stare without saying anything, the more uncomfortable he looks. Finally he says, "I know I've got a lotta scars," his native Gotham accent bleeding through a little, but you stop him with a hand on his chest. He's warm and firm and soft, just like you thought he would be.

"My God," you whisper. "You're beautiful."

Jason goes beet red.

"And the one I stitched is healing up nicely," you continue, tracing your fingers lightly over the slightly raised line.

His whole body shudders. He swallows almost violently, eyes clenched tight like they're in pain. Then they fly open, and you gasp, because they're glowing green. Not metaphorically glowing. Like, actually glowing.

Jason kisses you again like he's trying to herd you. You don't know where's all right for you to touch, so you cup his face with both your hands and pour everything that he gives you right back at him. Warmth, affection, something bright that you can't name.

Then you lean back. Your lips disconnect with an audible pop.

"Hang on. Is Bruce Wayne Batman?"

Jason's chin drops down to his chest. He groans, deep, and you pretend that warmth doesn't pool in your stomach at the sound. Voice thready, he says, "You know, talking about my dad really kills the mood."

"Oh, my God, he is." You pump your fist in the air. "I'm two for two. Who's the world's greatest detective now, Batsy?"

"If I kiss you again, will you shut up about Batman?" Jason asks.

You grin. "I don't know. Maybe you'll have to find out."

He does.

And you do.

You've decided that the Red Hood is your favorite superhero, anyway.

~~

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Unable To Hide

Pairing: Castiel x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: hiding an injury, blood loss, fluff at the end

Summary: You return home from a hunt all bloodied and bruised. Hiding it from the brothers is going to be easy but hiding it from Castiel? That’s a whole other game that you’re not ready to play.

Square Filled: distracting them with affection (2023) for @heavenandhellbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Don’t think about how Dean is gonna kill me. Just get to the Bunker and everything will be okay. As you drive down the desolate road to the Bunker, you look down at the seat that’s covered in your blood. Oh, Dean is so gonna kill you. If he doesn’t know you stole the Impala, he will as soon as you pull into the garage. If he doesn’t know you went on a hunt by yourself, he will when he sees the blood in his car.

You don’t even want to know what Castiel will do. He loves you so much and never wants to see you hurt even though it was your own fault. You didn’t know how many werewolves there would be, and you got in over your head. You take a deep breath and feel a gush of blood spill over your fingers. As much as you try to stop it, you can’t keep the entire wound covered.

What you thought was one werewolf turned out to be five in a pack, and they were all pissed at you for picking on one of their own. They got their claws in you, ripped your skin to shreds, and broke you down but you managed to kill all five of them. The reason why you took this case by yourself is because you wanted to prove to Sam and Dean that you’re capable of doing a hunt alone. You wanted them to take you more seriously as a hunter but now you’re hurt and you won’t hear the end of it.

Dean will be pissed you got his car fucked up, Sam will be worried about you, and Castiel… You two started dating six months ago, and he’s always been overprotective of you. Even before you two started dating. He refuses to let you out of his sight on hunts. That’s another reason why you went on this hunt alone. You wanted to prove that you didn’t need an angel watching over you twenty-four-seven.

Apparently, you do.

You pull as gently as you can into the garage, but you end up jerking when you go over the small bump by the door. You hiss in pain as more blood comes gushing out. You turn off the car and slide out of it, struggling to even stand up. The more you do, the more blood comes out. You put a bloody hand on the window and close the door as quietly as you can.

If only you can get to the bathroom, you can stitch yourself up and crawl into bed. Your main mission now is to hide just how badly you’re hurt in front of the brothers and Castiel. You’re sure they’re wondering where you are by now. You answered their first call and told them you were out and would be back late tonight but you didn’t give them any details on what you were doing.

How the hell am I gonna hide this from them? Luck is on your side when you spot Sam’s jacket hanging by the door that leads into the Bunker. It’s big enough to completely envelop you. You grab the hose and turn the water on to wash away the blood on your hands. The only indication that you’re not okay is the ghostly look on your face, dazed eyes, and shaky hands. All easily explainable.

After taking a moment to collect yourself, you stumble into the kitchen. Every step is a painful jab into your side. You can feel your skin splitting even more. You want to scream and cry but you have to keep your mouth shut if you want to hide it from everyone else. You walk into the library and lean against the bookshelf as a way to give yourself a break.

Castiel walks in and smiles when he sees you. You immediately stand up straight despite the need to cry in pain. You might be an idiot for not accepting his help, but you need to prove to them that you can do this. They’re such experienced and skilled hunters. All you want to do is be able to do what they do. You joined Team Free Will only two years ago because you were such a shitty hunter and almost got yourself killed.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Where you’ve been?” Castiel walks over to you and leans down to kiss you. “I missed you.”

“Oh, you know. Just around. I gotta go.”

You can’t walk past him because he is standing in your way, and you don’t have enough energy to push him away.

“You look sick. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m just not feeling well.” Castiel raises his hand to heal you but you jerk back. Again, another sharp pain that makes you want to cry. “I’m okay. Seriously. I’m just gonna lie down.”

“I can heal you.”

“No, it’s okay.”

If you know Castiel, he won’t let things go when it comes to you. You have to distract him even though you know it’s going to bring you so much pain to do so. You remove your hand from your side and put it on Castiel’s chest knowing the blood is going to run down your body since there is nothing putting pressure on the wound.

“I’m okay,” you whisper.

You lean up and kiss him as a way to distract him. It pains you to do this but there is no way you’re gonna tell him you’re injured. They’ll figure it out when they see Dean’s bloodied car but by then, you’ll have come up with a better excuse of where you’ve been. You slide both arms around his neck just as his hands grip your waist.

Right. Over. Your. Wound.

You yelp loudly against his mouth and pull away from him, and he grips your waist as a way to steady you. You can’t hide this now. The pain is too much.

“Are you okay?”

“Not really. I’m sorry. I’m gonna pass out now so you should catch me.”

Just then, your eyes roll to the back of your eyes and you fall against Castiel’s body.

“Dean! Sam!” Castiel yells as he catches you. Both brothers come rushing into the library. “She just passed out.”

“Why is there blood on the ground?”

Castiel looks down to see a pool of blood next to your feet, and blood staining Sam’s jacket. Sam walks over and peels the layers of clothes back to reveal the multiple gaping wounds.

“Get her to the infirmary. You can heal her there.”

You’re not sure how long you’re passed out for but when you wake up, you can see all three men by the door to the infirmary whispering to each other. You don’t feel like Death but that’s probably because Castiel healed you of your injuries. You’re still out of it due to the blood loss which he can’t heal. You’ll need fluids and plenty of rest for that to be fixed.

“Why the hell did you let her go on a hunt?”

“We didn’t let her do anything! We didn’t even know she left.”

“She’s lucky she survived. It was like a blood bath in the car,” Dean pouts.

“I wanted to prove to you I can be a good hunter,” you say quietly.

All three of them look at you, and the brothers leave to give you and Castiel some time alone. They’ll yell at you when you have enough strength to take it. The angel walks over to your bed and sits on the edge of it.

“What you did was reckless. Five werewolves by yourself? Not to mention Dean is pissed because you got blood all over his car.”

“I didn’t know there were five in the beginning. By the time I realized, it was too late. I’m sorry. I just wanted to be a good hunter.”

Castiel reaches over and tucks your hair behind your ear. “You can be one but not if you go into situations like that alone. What if you died? How do you think we’d all feel?”

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle.

“Just focus on getting better right now. If you want to be a better hunter, there are ways to go about that. Train with Sam and Dean. They’ll help you.”

“Okay,” you nod. “Are they mad at me?”

“More worried than mad. They’ll yell at you and scold you, but just know they’re not doing it to hurt you. It’s because they care so much.” You nod and Castiel stands up. “Now, would you like to watch a movie?”

“Only if you’ll watch it with me.”

Castiel scoops you bridal-style, careful not to hurt you further. You snuggle into his chest, grateful you have such a loving boyfriend who understands what it means to be part of this life.

x

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Hello! Sorry for the message in Spanish! I think that I have sent the English version :<

Well...I was thinking of shadow sharing apartment or house with a queen of disco (I think it would be very cute the image of shadow sleeping on top of the big hair of a woman almost three times taller than him)

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WARNING: None

PAIRING: Shadow the Hedgehog x (Fem) Reader

NOTE: Hey it's not a problem! Thanks for sending this amazing request! It was so much fun writing this scenario lol. I’m always happy to create something special for you!

SUMMARY: Shadow the Hedgehog isn’t one for roommates, but somehow, he ends up sharing a place with you. A disco queen.

The apartment was quiet for once. Well, it was only quiet because you weren’t home yet, but Shadow wasn’t complaining. He didn’t mind the constant hum of disco music playing from your vinyl collection or the way you’d hum along while twirling in your platform shoes. It was just… a lot sometimes.

When you’d first moved in, Shadow hadn’t exactly expected to live with someone so full of life. His world had always been chaos, but yours? Yours was vibrant. You brought glitter, neon colors, and a wardrobe that could blind someone. Still, there was something about the way you lived that intrigued him. You owned the dance floor of life, and Shadow had never seen anyone do that so effortlessly.

He was sitting on the couch when the door finally swung open, revealing you in all your disco glory. Your heels clacked against the hardwood floor as you tossed your bag onto the couch beside him.

“Shadow, you’ll never guess what happened at the club tonight!” you exclaimed, spinning once before plopping down into an oversized chair. Your hair, as big and bouncy as ever, framed your face in a cascade of curls and glittery pins. You looked like you belonged under a spinning disco ball, not in a modest little apartment.

Shadow barely looked up from his book. “I’m sure you’ll tell me.”

“Oh, I will!” you said, leaning forward with excitement. “But first, I need to get these shoes off. My feet are killing me!” You kicked off your platforms, sending one of them clattering against the floor. “Ahhh, much better.”

Despite himself, Shadow cracked the smallest hint of a smile. He’d gotten used to your dramatic flair. Actually, he’d gotten used to a lot of things—like how your hair always seemed to take up half the room when you sat down.

“Anyway, what about you? Did you do anything fun while I was out?” you asked, brushing some glitter off your outfit.

Shadow shrugged. “Nothing worth mentioning. Just the usual.” He closed his book, standing up from the couch and walking past you toward his room. But when he reached the hallway, he paused and glanced back. “You should get some rest.”

You smiled at him, knowing that was Shadow’s way of checking in. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll sleep after I unwind. You go ahead, though.”

A little while later, the apartment was quiet again. You were sprawled out in your chair, half-asleep, while Shadow stood in the doorway to his room, looking at you. There was something oddly calming about the sight of you at rest. Your hair, now fluffed up even more from the night’s events, was almost comically big, framing your face like a soft, glittery pillow.

Shadow shook his head, but a thought crossed his mind. It wasn’t like him to seek comfort, but… maybe, just this once.

Without saying a word, he padded across the room toward you. Your soft breathing filled the space as Shadow climbed onto the back of the chair. He hesitated for a moment, then—gingerly—settled himself on top of your giant curls.

He could feel the softness of your hair beneath him, warm and light, like resting on a cloud. It was absurd, really. The ultimate lifeform, sleeping on a disco queen’s hair. But somehow, in the midst of all the glitter, chaos, and color, it felt right.

You stirred slightly but didn’t wake up, and Shadow relaxed. Maybe disco and darkness could coexist. He could handle the glitter, the music, and the energy—because somehow, you made it all feel like home.