#allen reach x reader headcanon

[lit3rallyll0yd]

๋࣭ ⭑ bad period cramps. bsd x reader

gender: gender neutral

type: headcanons

characters: poe, ranpo, dazai, chuuya, atsushi, and akutagawa

warnings: unedited writing, cursing, ooc characters(?), misspelt words :(

๋࣭ ⭑ edgar allen poe 🖋

"oh, dear..." he whispered to himself.

there you were. clutching your stomach tight, your head thrown back on the large sofa cushions.

you were silenty sitting their, suffering. there were some fresh and dry tears falling down your face.

he watched your from afar, watching you taking deep breaths in and out.

he saw pills on the drawer and a un-plugged heating pad that has fallen of you stomach, he assumed you were using it from your stomach.

"y/n..dear?" he called out, your head turning toward him. he locked eyes with your glossy ones has he walked toward you from the door.

when he reached you and knealt down close to your head, karl jumped off his shoulder and jumped onto the arm of the couch and huddled in on himself.

before he could reach his hand over and rub your stomach, you grabbed his hand and placed it on your stomach.

he smiled softly and started to rub, "you told me you were fine..." he sighed sadly, his cheek leaning against the arm of the couch that your head pillow was resting on.

you whined at the pain again before smiling softly, "i'm sorry, dear...:

"do you need anything?" he asked, looking up at you as he waited for a response.

you shake your head, "you're all i need right now.."

๋࣭ ⭑ ranpo edogawa 🔍

"it hurts!"

"i know.."

"it's hurts so damn much!"

"i could only imagine..:

"ranpo!" you whined, leaning your head against the work desk you at in. ranpo was sitting on the table across from yours, you and him the only ones in the room.

it was only hour 3 of your full day shift at the agency and you already want to bury yourself six feet under.

the detective eyed you, sucking on his lolipop.

he squints his eyes, watching you clutch your stomach tight and moving side to side slowly.

"then why did you come to work today?" he asked, the lolipop still in his mouth.

you sighed, leaning your head up and rested it on your palm.

"because kunikida will literally have my head if i'm not in...but i don't want to tell him about my period cramps because their embbarssing!"

and your head was back on the desk.

ranpo dug a hand into his pockets on his pants pulled out another sucker. he hoped off the table with a 'hmft!' and waltzed toward your suffering body and tapped your head with the lolipop.

you looked up from the desk, "it always helps me when i'm in pain." he winked, handing it to you and circled around you.

before you could say anything, you felt him lift the chair up and pratically knock you off.

"ah! ranpo-?"

he shuts your mouth with his own sucker and smiled, "you go home and relax, i'll let kunikida know you left early."

"but..i can't just.."

"yup! yes you can, because i said you can! don't worry, i'll talk with kunikida.."

but talk he means just say you left because of period cramps

he kissed your lips and winked, "now go, i got this."

๋࣭ ⭑ osamu dazai 🩹

"awh~ is my belladonna on their period~?" dazai asked, kneeling down close to your face, which was smushed up against the pillow of your shared bed.

almost pratically making out with it, thats how close you were to it.

you groaned loudly into the pillow hearing your boyfriends words.

he watched you enter the apartment with your bag hugged against your stomach, and small tears dared to fall from the corner of your eyes.

without a word, you stomped into the bedroom and slammed the door. dazai smiled to himself, stirring the tea he held in his hand, hot and ready for you to drink. however...you never even noticed he was here.

that was, until he walked in the room a couple minutes later with two cups of tea for him and you.

he's stands up striaght, walking toward the door to switch off the light. with a click, the room turned dim, the only light was the evening sunlight and the screensaver on the TV that hung high above the ground.

"you do know...a hot bath could help~?" of course, he meant that in a way to calm you down and show you a bright side, however you could'nt help but blush slightly hearing it come out of his mouth like that.

he waited for you to reply, walking back toward you, however you said nothing and just shrugged.

he said nothing as well as he laid in bed with you, however he laid on his back while you lied on your stomach.

"don't put to much pressure on it." he said, talking about your stomach. "it's better to have something soft and light on it..."

he smiled as he watched you slowly turn on your side and cuddle into his side. he followed you, mirroring your actions and grabbed a pillow and gently placed it on your stomach and rubbed the top and back of your head.

sooner or later, you fell asleep...getting a good talking to from kunikida for sleeping in late the next morning.

๋࣭ ⭑ chuuya nakahara 🍷BESTFUCKINPARTNERPLZ-IWANTHHIM

"does it hurt that bad? chuuya asked softly, rubbing your stomach gently as you laid in between his legs. your back was resting against his chest, feeling his heart beat once, then twice...and so forth.

you whined softly, grabbing his wrists, following his hands as he rubbed your stomach.

he kissed your ear when he saw a tear fall from your eye and down your cheek.

"sshh.." he shushed your, his breath tickling your ear.

"it hurts!" you cried, resting your head on his shoulder. "it hurts fucking hurts.."

"i know..." he whispered, "i know, baby."

over an hour went by with your cramps literally killing you, and in the moment chuuya's been thinking of ways to help.

you've had period cramps before, and chuuya's been there for you when he's not at work or has a break, or as a day off!

he hates seeing you in pain. when your hurt, he's hurt 10x worse.

he leaned forward, you being forced to follow in his actions and watched him pull out a towel from the drawer.

"i can run you a warm bath? relaxing your muscles should help with your cramps." chuuya said, rubbing your stomach once again before kissing your temple.

"can we havce mcdonalds for dinner?" you looked up at him with pouty lips, your knees close to your chest.

he chuckled, "your a sucker for them fries, aren't you?"

he taps your butt, "now, go get changed! i'll get the bath ready."

before he could leave, once he stepped out of bed he kissed your lips real quick.

"i love you.."

"i love you, too..."

๋࣭ ⭑ atsushi nakajima 🐅

"do you really not need anything else, y/n? a heating pad? food? i can make you some chicken soup? how about more pads? tampons? i have trouble going to the store and grabbing you some-"

"atsushi!" you snapped, cudding closer to him and rubbing his arm as he held you like a baby in his lap.

he shuts up real quick, rubbing your sides and stomach gently to calm the pain.

"sorry...i just-" he sighed, kissing your cheek before talking again, "i hate seeing you in pain..."

you were quiet for a moment, resting your head to his chest near his heart, taking a breath in and out feeling the sharp pain in your abdomen again.

"i know baby, i'm sorry, i know your trying to help.." you whispered, feeling his chin move a little on your head.

atsushi leaned his back against the bedframe of your shared room and apartment.

"can i be honest?" you asked, and your boyfriend hummed in response, his eyes closed as he rubbed your stomach in a circle.

"having you here is much more then i need to feel better..."

you closed your eyes after saying this, your legs tangled up with atsushi's.

he blushed slightly hearing your words, however he smiled and kissed your temple, leaving his lips there for a little bit bfore putting his chin back on your head.

"i'm gald...i love you."

you smiled, eyes still closed, "i love you more.."

๋࣭ ⭑ akutagawa ryūnosuke 🩸

"i don't know how to hold you..." he spoke nothing but the truth.

he sat criss-cross on your bed while you were lying on his lap, your head basically in between his legs near his thighs.

he had his hands in the air, almost like he was meditating, which made you laugh despite the sudden pain in your stomach.

"just.." you took his hand and placed it on your head, moving it up and down for him.

he froze, feeling a blush creep up to his face but he covered it with his free hand, coughing and looking toward the open window of your apartment.

once you let go of his hand and rested them on your stomach, he rubbed his fingers into your hair and skull.

you smiled happily, melting to his touch.

he was quiet for a moment, listening to the sound of your breathing.

"i'm sorry...i don't know how to help you properly..." he confessed, feeling bad he can't do more for you.

you almost forgot to respond, feeling his other hand rest on your shoulder and gently rub it.

you scruched your shoulder up when he got close to your neck, and pulled away both hands in fear he may have hurt you.

"aku~..." you laughed, leaning up and pushing yourself closer to him, taking his hands and smiled, "you being here to at least try and help me is all i need from you."

he kissed your lips out of embbaressement and leaned his forehead to yours.

"i only wish i could help you more.."

you thought for a moment,

"pay for my takeout, take a bath with me, and you've done everything to help me!"

"anything!"

[dickmedowndc]

Kiss Tax - Bart Allen x Reader

Word Count: 1,856

Summary: Bart had always been affectionate in your relationship. Quick to give or ask for anything from a hug to a kiss – the latter of which he had made a habit of giving before each mission he went on. At least when it wasn’t something last minute or it was manageable. But you had finally decided to return the affections more yourself, beginning to ask for a “kiss tax” on small things such as passing through the door or handing over a drink. A practice that Bart seemed more than happy to adopt and turn around on you just as quickly. 

Notes: Partially inspired by something from Feels Like Fighting Gravity, one of my upcoming OC/Canon fics, where Wisteria tends to demand a “kiss tax” for things – I thought it was cute. Also, inspired by a relationship headcanon that Bart tries to kiss his partner before each mission, just in case.

…★…

It was quiet. 

Far too quiet. 

You had been reading in absolute silence by the window for some time now, a storm pounding on the windowpane in a consistent lull, only interrupted by the bright white flash of lightning and the cracks of ground shaking thunder that sent a vibration through your home and body. 

The quietness that had you narrowing your eyes and sliding a bookmark between pages was not the silence of nature – not with its ongoing war cry – but rather the silence of your home. It was unnerving, unnatural, after becoming so used to the sounds of a speedster making himself comfortable within the walls. Setting the book aside you reached over, grabbing your phone and flicking the screen on to see the time: 4:57 PM. Bart had been due back from his 3-day mission more than 3 hours ago. Granted, it wasn’t uncommon for a speedster to be late back from anything, but for such a stretch of time with no word from him, it was becoming concerning. 

But you had faith in your partner and knew when he was free from his duties or the debriefing – or wherever he was – that he would be back. That was not to say, however, that it would stop you from curling up on your bed and waiting a bit longer. At least you told yourself that had been the plan, but the moment that your head hit the pillows you found your eyes were growing heavy without your consent and you fell asleep. 

When you woke later it was with a start and a pressure pressed against your entire body, one that was vibrating as it laughed. Just as quickly your eyes flew open and landed on your boyfriend, all too amused with himself and face shoved into the crook of your neck as he continued to shake in his absolute mirth. 

Finally, he stopped, just long enough so he could peak up at you and the faint mumbling against your skin could be deciphered. “Did you miss me?” 

“I always miss you,” you assure, bringing a hand up to run it through his fluffy hair. “But I’m also starting to miss sleep.” 

He said nothing, only pressing a series of too-quick kisses against whatever exposed skin he could reach. The actions leaving you a squirming mess under him as you tried desperately to avoid his attacks, finding yourself short of breath soon enough. 

“Bart please, please stop,” you gasped out, one hand trying to pull his head back by his hair, knowing you weren’t hurting him too much, and the other trying to shove him back by one of his shoulders. It did little to dissuade him, his onslaught continued until there were tears in the corners of your eyes and you could no longer beg for him to show mercy. It shouldn’t have tickled you too much, and perhaps you should have seen it coming, but it was the very speed that he left those feather light touches, and the hands on your side keeping you from hiding, that made it all the harder to calm down. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Bart stilled. His hands were still planted firmly on your sides, but he allowed his body to collapse onto yours. He seemed as content as could be to just rest his head on your chest, looking up at you with faux innocence as though he had not been lovingly tormenting you only moments ago. He was good at that, and he knew it. “Too cute to be mad at” you had said one time, and he had run with it for situations such as this. 

Finally free to take in as much air as our lungs burned for you could finally calm down. With one hand limp at your side, the other that remained webbed through strands of his hair had just enough feeling for you to pull him forward. “Come here,” you murmured, pressing a quick kiss to his lips when he finally complied. When you opened your eyes and pulled away, the only thing that you could see was the elated grin of your partner. 

“What was that for?” 

“A kiss tax, you have to pay a kiss tax now.” 

Bart cocked his brow at you. “What am I paying for?” 

“For tickling me, you menace. And maybe I’ll make you pay another one for being cute.” 

“What if I don’t want to pay the tax?” 

“Sorry,” you huffed, a gentle hand to his cheek, “no tax fraud allowed.” 

Bart only laughed, following your gentle pull before kissing you once again. “For being attractive?” 

You rolled your eyes at his words, moving to correct him swiftly. “For being criminally cute.” 

“I think I can live with the kiss tax, even if it’s just to get you to start kisses more.” 

You waved him aside, knowing it wasn’t a rude jab. Bart had known about your shy nature and your hesitance at giving physical affection on that level. It was well discussed. But it did not stop him from poking fun at it on the rare occasion. 

But what you had not known that day, after fully deciding to lean into the kiss tax idea - because your boyfriend deserved it, and always made time to give you what physical affection he could, including a goodbye kiss before every mission – was just how happy it would make Bart. And just how eager he would be to pay said tax for each little thing. 

But three weeks later it was resoundingly clear to you. 

Bart had always been the more affectionate of the two of you – not that it wasn’t mutual. But he had never shied away from asking or surprising you with hugs or a quick kiss, he gave compliments like he needed to do so to breathe. It was a pre-fight good luck charm for him to find you wherever you were and kiss you before he had to go unless he did not have the time. Hand holding, domestic mornings just cuddling in bed, hyping you up to those around you. It was just the way he was. 

And in private you returned his affections. Your own flustered nature leaving you stuttered over it in the company of others. You enjoyed it nonetheless. 

But now Bart had gotten a taste of you regularly starting these moments, and he was enjoying it. 

“Can you hand me that water?” he called, puppy dog eyes on full display as he stared longingly at the bottle from over the bed of the couch. 

You could only shake your head at his antics before bringing it to him, still partially distracted by something you had been reading on your phone; Anita had been recorded during one of her saves recently and you were checking the highlights, mentally reminding yourself to congratulate her later. Your train of thought was interrupted when Bart cleared his throat. Puzzled, you stopped, looking at him in a silent question of what was wrong. 

“I have to pay the tax, don’t I?” 

You could feel the way your lips twitched up at the corner. You couldn’t miss the chance to mess with him. “I don’t know if I'll be collecting any tax on water.” 

He looked like a kicked puppy almost immediately. He would put Dox to shame with the sad eyes he was pulling. 

“But you took tax the other day.” 

You could only roll your eyes before motioning him forward, the air knocked from your lungs when he practically threw himself over your lap. So much for reading the rest of the article, you mused, tossing your phone aside. You took a moment and just squished his face between your hands, earning a grumble as he turned away to break your hold. “Alright,” you said, relenting at last, “come here you big baby.” 

Bart was more than happy to oblige, stealing a kiss faster than you could even register the act. 

But when he pulled back, he had that look on his face you sometimes found you would regret later, like he knew something, or was planning something. You ignored it, knowing full and well that if he wanted to keep his secrets for the time he would, especially if he thought it would make the payout all the better. 

The best you could do was enjoy the tranquility of the moment and resign yourself to whatever fate awaited you. 

That fate, as you found out only hours later, was Bart now flipping the script on you. 

Where it had previously been you requesting a kiss tax before letting him into your bedroom, Bart now stood in front of it, puffed out and taking up as much space as he could. “You need to pay the tax, sorry babe.” 

You snorted and crossed your arms. “I need to pay the tax in my own place?” 

“Don’t you do that already?” 

Your arms drop to your sides as you sigh. “Alright, come here, you.” You pull him forward and give him a kiss, before ducking under him and making for the kitchen before he can change just how much tax you owe. Not that trying to outrun him has ever worked in your favor before anyways, but it always seems to make the both of you laugh, and that’s enough. 

But his demands for kisses don’t stop there, and you find that Bart seems to have found a new past time – finding what things he can still do for you and still be able to collect tax. It isn’t every time, thankfully, so it keeps you on your toes enough. Nor does it seem to diminish just how excited that he gets each time you still make him pay with a quick kiss as well. 

That’s good, because the way he lights up is something that you’re hoping you get to see for a long time to come still. 

An admission you let slip after stealing another kiss when he tries to pull you in to cuddle. 

Bart seems to go completely soft at that, eyes half lidded, and arms thrown around your waist so he can pull away long enough to just watch you for the moment. “Anybody saying you can’t?” 

“No, but I wanted you to know. I don’t always tell you as much as I maybe should.” 

Bart breaks out in a smile there – he could put the sun to shame – but it’s just as soft as it is bright. “You show me all the time.” 

You can only raise a brow at that. “Really?” 

“You do,” he insists, pulling you closer. “It didn’t take me that long to figure out how you show it.” 

It's like a weight you didn’t know had been there is lifted when he says that. The kiss tax had been in part to show him that you cared just as much, and knowing that he already knew? It put you at ease. Enough so that you quickly found yourself curling into his chest to be lulled asleep by his heartbeat, aware he wasn’t far behind you. 

[jealousjersey]

HII i saw ur trad goth headcanons for mike and i LOVED it!!🫶🫶

And i was wondering if you could write a clapton davis x tradgoth!reader?? ^w^ (totally ok if not :33)

absolutely you’ve got my attention (so sorry this took forever) (part 1)

bully!clapton x trad!goth!reader

minors dni

“fucking weirdo!” Clapton shouts from the back of the class as he throws a crumbled piece of paper at you. You decide not to even read it. It’s not ignored that you're different; your makeup is always done in a lighter skin tone, with dark eyes and sharp cupid bow lips. It’s been this way since middle school. But here you are, in your senior year of high school, and this dickhead is still at it.

“Suck a Dick Clapton,” you shout back. His eyes narrow at you. a straight glare into your soul. It’s oddly comforting to have somebody look you in the eyes. It’s always your thin cut eyebrows, beside you, or not even looking at your face at all.

The bell rings for class to be over, and you decide to read the note.

“Meet me behind the school, Clapton.”

great. The dude who has been tormenting you since 6th grade wants to see you. You decide you have nothing better to do and let your curiosity get the best of you.

You meet him behind the school; he’s standing there. messy dark hair, red flannel, black jeans, and some indie band shirt that you can’t even begin to understand.

“What?” you call out to him. He turns around slowly, a smirk playing on his lips. "I just wanted to say sorry," he says, his voice surprisingly soft. You're taken aback by his unexpected words. "Sorry for all the crap I put you through," he continues, looking down at his scuffed sneakers. You realize that maybe there's more to him than meets the eye. As you both stand there in awkward silence

You can't help but feel a sense of vulnerability radiating from him. His usual tough exterior seems to be cracking, revealing a side of him that you never knew existed. You start to wonder if maybe there's a reason behind his behavior—a hidden pain or struggle that he's been dealing with on his own. The air between you feels heavy with unspoken emotions, and you find yourself wanting to reach out and comfort him, to let him know that he's not alone. But before you can say anything, he looks up at you with a hint of defiance in his eyes. "Don't get any ideas," he says, his voice returning to its usual gruff tone.

"I'm just saying sorry, that's all." And with that, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there with a mix of confusion and curiosity swirling inside you.

"I accept your apology, and I'm grateful for it," you mutter to him. It was true; you did appreciate it.

He turns back and says in his usually snarky tone, "Don't get used to it, freak." You roll your eyes and walk away, feeling a mix of annoyance and relief washing over you.

As you continue on your way, you can't help but replay the encounter in your mind. Despite his gruff exterior, there was a glimmer of something more vulnerable in his apology. It was a small gesture, but it meant something to you. Maybe there was more to him than met the eye. You couldn't shake the feeling that there was a story behind his tough exterior, a story that you were now curious to uncover.

You get a text from him, unexpectedly asking if you wanted to go to the mall sometime. You knew it! It did go further than a stupid apology that you assumed he was dared to do. He actually wanted to spend time with you. You couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the thought of getting to know him better. Maybe there was a reason for his tough exterior, a reason that you were eager to discover. You quickly replied to his text, agreeing to go to the mall with him. As you waited for his response, you couldn't help but wonder what other surprises he might have in store.

Being unapologetically goth, especially a traditional goth, attention was always on you. But you chose to look like this, to look like you'd escaped an Edgar Allen Poe excerpt, and it was you. Just how you liked it.

It was clear that he saw past the dark makeup and unconventional clothing, and that intrigued you. The prospect of someone who appreciated your different style was refreshing. Plus, his concealed aura only added to the charm. You couldn't wait to see what the day at the mall with him would bring, and the thought of exploring his world and maybe even letting him into yours was thrilling. As you arrive home you go into your room, taking off your jewelry and makeup. You couldn't help but smile as you thought back on the text from him him, replaying the moments in your mind. His secretive attitude and genuine interest in your unique style had captivated you. As you removed your jewelry and makeup, you felt a sense of awkwardness yet excitement at the idea of allowing yourself to be vulnerable beyond the dark exterior. It was a feeling you hadn't tasted in a long time, yet in the back of your mind you know he cant be serious. He cant actually feel like this for you. This has to be a prank, right? But as you lay in bed that night, replaying his words over and over in your head, you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, his intentions were sincere. The vulnerability you felt only intensified as you allowed yourself to hope for something more, despite the nagging doubt that lingered in the depths of your mind. Only time would tell if this was a genuine connection or just a cruel joke.

As you tossed and turned, grappling with the uncertainty of the situation, you couldn't help but wonder if you were setting yourself up for heartbreak. The thought of putting your trust in someone who may not deserve it was a daunting prospect. But at the same time, the idea of closing yourself off to the possibility of love seemed equally as terrifying. You were stuck in a constant battle between your head and your heart, unsure of which one to listen to. Deep down, you knew that taking a chance on this potential relationship was a risk, but you couldn't deny the flicker of hope that burned within you. As the sun rose the next morning, you made a decision to follow your instincts and see where this unexpected connection could lead.

you pick up your phone and text him, hoping it wouldn't sound too desprate. You send "are you awake?" to him.

The seconds felt like hours as you waited for his response, the anxiety building with each passing moment. Finally, a message appeared on your screen, "I am now. What's up?" Relief flooded through you as you began to type out a response, feeling a sense of excitement mixed with nervousness about where this conversation could lead. You took a deep breath and hit send, ready to take a leap of faith into the unknown.

"is this a joke" you say bluntly, no need to hide your curiosity behind a screen.

His response came quickly, "what? Me asking you out? No that was serious. I'm a dick butim not that mean. I seriously think you're cool and there's nothing else I want more than to get to know you better."

Your heart skipped a beat as you read his words, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. You couldn't help but smile at his honesty and vulnerability. It was refreshing to see someone be so straightforward, even if it did catch you off guard. You felt a wave of gratitude wash over you for his courage in putting himself out there. "I appreciate your honesty," you typed back, your fingers trembling slightly with nerves. "I'd like to get to know you better too." And with that, a new chapter began in your story.

The day finally comes. You're going out with Clapton. Unscripted, unresolved, and entirely unpredictable. You want—no, you need to look nice. You urge to your closet and pick out a dark red dress, pairing it with a black jacket and your signature black combat boots. You know, the ones with the chains on them that you hand sewed onto them. You put on your bulky silver jewelry and start your makeup. You paint your face as if it were a brush on a fresh canvas. The gray contour on your cheeks and nose complements your features perfectly.

You draw your signature eyeliner on your eyes , creating a sharp wing that adds a touch of edge to your look. As you finish applying a dark, bold red lipstick accented by gloss. You can't help but feel a surge of confidence. Tonight is the night you've been waiting for, the night where you'll be with clapton alone, sending your skin with goosebumps. With one last glance in the mirror, you grab your keys and head out the door, ready to make a lasting impression. The anticipation of what the night may bring only adds to your excitement as you step into the unknown.

You arrive at the meeting spot to see clapton on his skateboard, the one you always made fun of him for but now it suddenly makes him sexier. As you approach him, a nervous smile plays on your lips, but Clapton's easy grin puts you at ease. The night is filled with laughter, deep conversations, and stolen glances that make your heart race. You realize that the anticipation was nothing compared to the reality of being with him, and you feel grateful for taking the leap. As the night comes to a close, you can't help but hope that this is just the beginning of something special between the two of you.

"You look— just wow." He stumbles over his words, the eyebag that lines his right eye moving as he smiles. How could the boy who made your school career a living hell be so attractive to you? You grab his hand and motion him to place his skateboard in your car.

He walks into the mall with you, and to start a conversation, you bring up the band on his shirt. "You like Siousxie and the banshees? You smile. He nods enthusiastically, "I love Siousxie Sious. he's llikethe mother of goth. Spellbound is my favorite." and you feel a rush of excitement at the shared interest. As you walk through the mall together, you start to feel more attached to him. "What about bauhaus or Sisters of Mercy? ou listen to ethem?" You quiz him, walking through the food court with him.

He lights up at the mention of Bauhaus and Sisters of Mercy, eagerly sharing his favorite songs and albums from both bands. You find yourself engrossed in the conversation, feeling a deep connection forming between the two of you. The more you talk, the more you realize how much you have in common, making you fall for him even harder.

"you know the next date we have ill let you do that look on me" he smirks, intentionally implying a next date is in the cards.

You can't help but smile at his playful suggestion, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of seeing him again. As you continue to walk and talk, you can't shake the feeling that this could be the start of something special. The way he looks at you, the way he listens intently to your stories, it all makes you feel like you've known each other for much longer than just a few hours. And as he reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, you know that you're not ready for this night to end just yet.

as you both make your way to your car, you part hands. He enters the passenger seat beside you and he looks at you with those big brown eyes that never fail to make you weak.

The car ride is filled with comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft hum of the radio playing in the background. You steal glances at him, admiring the way the streetlights illuminate his features and the way his smile lights up the darkness. It's moments like these that make you realize just how much you enjoy his company, and how much you want this connection to last. As you pull up to your destination, you both linger in the car for a moment, not quite ready to say goodbye.

"I had a really good time with you tonight. Like very unexpectedly." he turns to you and places a hand on your thigh, causing you to develop goosebumps.

"me too. I like you more than I thought."

He leans down to kiss you softly on the lips, and in that moment, the world seems to stand still. As you both pull away, you see that your lipstick transferred onton him. you can't help but smile at each other, knowing that this connection is something special. With a lingering glance, you finally say goodnight and step out of the car, feeling grateful for the unexpected turn of events that brought you together.

pt2?

[sirhyst]

Edgar Allan Poe SFW alphabet (gn!reader)

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Note: I don’t know if I’ve been spelling Poe’s name ‘Allan’ or ‘Allen’ 💀 reminder, oneshot portion is always in italics 👍

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X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Edgar has ok memory, but only when it comes to certain things. As mentioned above, he remembers almost everything about you, but normally because he’s written them down somewhere. His thoughts are usually all over the place and he’ll remember some of the most random things. For example, he’ll remember what colour shoes you were wearing for a date 1 year ago, but if you ask him what he had for breakfast he wouldn’t have a clue.

Edgar had woken up before you, having a burst of inspiration for his book. It was a slow day today, so by the time you woke up, it was close to noon.

“Angel?” Edgar called out to you in his usual lovesick way. He peeked in your shared bedroom to find you sprawled across the bed, with the sunlight perfectly cascading across your figure.

You turned your head to look at him, already having a goofy grin spread across your face. You marvelled at him in the nightgown you had purchased for him a couple months prior. You took special interest in the way the gown exposed part of his chest.

Edgar glided over to you, before gently sliding over you. His slender fingers curled around your cheeks as he leaned in to kiss you. You both giggled into the kiss as if you had no care in the world, before your lover slipped down to rest his head on your chest.

“Did you need something Edgar, darling,” you asked while stroking his hair. Your head was slightly elevated by pillows so you could get a good view of him. Edgar smiled at the pet name, one that you picked up from him.

“I was going to order food, shall I get your favourite?” Edgar asked, before listing off your exact go-to order with ease. You knew Edgar had patchy memory, so you were surprised that he was able to say your order without any mistakes. He blushed at the look of shock, while moving off of you.

“You remembered,” you said with a gentle smile.

“Of course, my beloved, I remember everything,” he bragged, holding a hand to his chest confidently with a teasing smirk and wink. You rolled your eyes playfully at the obvious lie.

“What’s Francis’ favourite colour?” You asked smirking.

“No idea,”

“What’s Mushi-kuns least favourite weather?”

“How would I know?”

You looked at Edgar, shaking your head as the smile made its way back to your face. He mirrored your expression while reaching for your hands.

“I thought your memory was perfect?” You teased.

“Perhaps I try to remember things about you a little more,” he blushed, returning to his usual self.

You hummed before reaching for his arms. He looked at you confused, before you gab gently pulling them to rest around your shoulders, just as he liked. You reclined into the pillows, pulling your lover down with you into a long slow kiss.

You would order food…

Eventually.

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So I want everyone (especially @midwoodbender ), to imagine Poe in this gown 😔✊

[werezmastarbucks]

being friends with barry allen headcanons (timeline)

you meet at the college

barry allen x reader (reaching)

long, with a plot, I liked this format hehe

you actually look for someone to help you with your ***problem***

and you notice this weird smart guy who's kinda sociable but doesn't really have a lot of friends

you hear he's somewhat of a physics and chemistry genius and is going for some kind of super scholarship for his master's

that's exactly what you need

he's happy to get a new friend and it's quite comfortable with him

it's obvious he's not very good with people as he can come off as awkward and obsessive at times

also he talks like a lot and sometimes it gets really overwhelming

however most of the times he says really smart or observant things and soon you find that appreciating him is easy

he's almost always in a good mood and would do anything to make you smile

he's sooo in his own world. you're amazed at how people around don't even scratch the surface on Barry

you share music

the two weird queers vibe

the happy, bubbly, adhd x the moody, approach me and i stab you vibe

Barry wonders why you don't like going out much and when you two talk about all these things you missed out on in your lives, it's apparent he's more accomplished than you, and he's just very sweetly curious about it

he listens to k-pop because it's fast, bright, energetic, like him

he LOVES texting about nothings

it's just beep beep beep all day long

sometimes he starts repeating the same thing and it gets insufferable

he's texting you random things that come to his mind

twice a month though he gets very serious; that's the only thing he doesn't like sharing

you kinda laugh at everybody when you get together

you name your alliance 'loser nerds'

you've no idea how much in common you actually have

he eats all the time and always finishes your food if you have a bigger portion than what you can eat

he's kinda self-aware, highly empathetic and reads people easily. he just doesn't click with them, or, rather, they don't want to click with him

he helps you with science tests

tried tutoring you - you're very unproductive together. you end up watching youtube and deciding to go get food every time

you reeeeaally like his smile, it's so child-like in a good way

he thinks that "like if you were a girl you would be really cute and intimidating, I mean, you are a girl, but not in that way, well, you understand what I mean yeah?"

i mean like if you were... a... and I was...

what I mean is you're very uh, like, your pHYsicAl bOdY...

you cut his torture short by saying you undertsnad he means you're pretty

he gets extremely nervous when you don't prepare for tests properly though

he's like, very focused and dedicated for a guy with such short attention span

has a new 'micro crush' every week and you discuss them, then he forgets about them

he is late everywhere, all of the time

couple of times he just forgets about your plans and you end up waiting for him at the station, or at the park, for an hour

he's a good friend though, he's got otherwise good memory, he is just easily distracted

he remembers important things you tell him, his brain is like a computer

totally judging people together, having the whole gatherings for discussing the tea

when you're bored you send him a message "requesting AI Barry" and Barry pretends to be an AI and messages you a bunch of physics and astronomy facts. he is really good at mimicking AI

he wouldn't pass the Turing test lol

longingly looking at your lunch

he's suspiciously strong and lean for a nerd who just exists in the college, at a coffeeshop and at home, and eats every time you lay your eyes on him

he gets very, very sad sometimes

it takes him a long time to open up about his family

he's surprisingly non-awkward and non-needy when he talks about his father. it feels like the goal of his life is to prove him innocent, and he doesn't even care what you think about it, in a good way

"I'll do it one day"

he generally comes through with his promises, if he doesn't forget

as a friend, he's most appreciative of your intelligence and wit, because he gets bored easily

he may be a bit harsh when talking about people sometimes. like when he starts whining that a line is long

he's very self-sufficient AND clingy at the same time

he looks like a person with a secret, but you can't figure out what it is

huge hugs and awkward supportive taps on the back or the stomach. he doesn't seem to know that you can touch a girl in a friendly way and not make it weird.

he calls you “moody brollerina” referring to your usual unsociable disposition. you call him “science boy”

having a secret code language consisting of shortened versions of slang words

no idea where you'd use it as nobody really gives a shit about you two

after months and months of bonding, you open up to him about the reason you approached him in the first place

you tell him that at eight years old you had had an accident after which you got the most horrible ability one could imagine

at thirteen years old you made your dad vanish during a fight. your father always hated you, your family was extremely dysfunctional; still, it's not a reason to make your own old man disappear together with a kitchen stool, right?

you discovered you had this terrifying ability to make things, and people, vanish. at first, for several years, you 'vanished' nine other people. those were only the people who scared you; the phenomenon seemed to be triggered by extreme fright and discomfort

you lived your whole life trying to come up with some explanation, you were terrified even just to live. because you had no idea where this power came from and what moment it would manifest itself again. every day you spent in terror that some banal occurrence will trigger you and you'll vanish innocent people

Barry is excited, preoccupied, astonished at what he is hearing. you do the confession in the lab, because that's the place you can most frequently find him at

you expect disappointment because, being honest, you specify that you decided to become friends with him in hopes that he'll be intelligent enough to crack this puzzle

Barry only hears "I can make people disappear"

it's a bit scary but, more importantly, "completely balooney and amazing" for him; he sees something in it immediately

but before he gets to the point, his face lights up and he says,

"you know it's funny that you chose me specifically, because..."

he tells you that he also has superabilities and demonstrates it

you stare at each other in the moment of mutual amazement

you're now the 'super loser nerds'. you can't believe you managed to find each other AND both be... super?

you don't consider yourself super, but Barry thinks otherwise

he doesn't really grasp the whole scale of the unending torture this gift brought to you; he just sees sci-fi come true

he immediately assumes you're somehow able to create black holes and control the process of closing them

he gets to work; ideas swarm his head; he gets hyperfixated on it

it's incredible to see that he thinks no less of you; even though you told him everything you've done and how some of those people you vanished, were really bad, and you actually wished them to disappear

you hadn't vanished anyone in ten years though.

now, as you even so much as shared this secret with someone, the iron grip on your mind is loosened just a little bit. it didn't hurt that Barry did not push you away but offered an alternative view

as he's building the device that may possibly help track the process, he says,

you're not just a medical miracle; you're a cosmic paradox

in the middle of building the device, he slaps himself on his face and says

goddamn I'm slow. pun intended. I can actually watch you do it, right? I can observe at superspeed

you're afraid that the experiment, should it be conducted, can go terribly wrong. you had never done it intentionally. you hadn't done it in ten years. no witnesses were ever present. it's unprecedented, awfully dangerous, impossible in your mind

for weeks Barry is forced to beg you; after all, you came to him for answers, and that would be impossible without action. so, you finally agree it's only logical

as you prepare for the experiment, you think about how Barry is the first friend you've had in years. and how the last thing you want to do now is utilize the curse of a power that's been given to you, in any vicinity of him.

you look at how he is putting on his heavy dark red costume he'd built himself and how he is actually even cooler than you thought all this time. he's actually helping people, and he is building his own equipment. he's not some forsaken freak with this demonic, haunting burden. you remember you actually read some quiet rumors on obscure websites about his existence

you don't want him standing in the room while you do this; Barry wants to step really close to the cup you're about to vanish. you argue for an hour before he finally convinces you. he begs you to trust his abilities, showering you with all these physics terms and expressions you don't understand

maybe it's fate? he asks. that we should meet and I will be the one who can actually help you

he clearly doesn't get how deep this sinkhole is; how absolutely chthonic and cosmically scary it is, when you make something vanish. without a sound, or explosions, it just suddenly disappears, never to return again

finally you agree on ten steps. you put the cup on the desk, and Barry gets to superspeed. you see blue electrical flashes engulf him

for the first time in ten years, you do it, and it's easy, like breathing. the cup disappears, and Barry is seemingly still standing on the same spot, only, now his eyes are huge

his best theory is, you do create a macro black hole. the object gets condensed so badly that its atoms begin to dissolve, but for a normal human eye it's too quick. but at his superspeed, he did see it. the cup dissipating in the air while the space around it was warping.

he looks like it's the happiest day of his life, like he's about to cry

he holds your hands, ignoring the trauma this experiment has awoken in you, but you let it slide, because he says that you, and only you, might be the answer to every question in the world. you can operate matter.

this is not about you anymore. this is about the universe

he gets to work again

he builds these multiple devices that are supposed to track the object up until the moment it vanishes through the hole. it shows the characteristic spike of radiation strictly in the spot where the vanishing occurs

single-handedly Barry turns your understanding of what you are, upside down. he says a lot of things he doesn't deem too important, but you listen to his words

he calls you quantum miracle, cosmic phenomenon, the answer to all, the space-time fairy. no one has ever called you that

at the worst days, you debate the moral complications of your power. he is trying to imagine what it's like to not technically kill people but... erasing them

he tells you about one event that weighs on him

when he was 18, right after he got his powers, he still hadn't got the whole scoop of what they really are. he wanted to protect a lady who was being assaulted, and pushed the guy while on superspeed.

the guy, he said, exploded, banging against the building, like a meat bag.

you're trying to imagine Barry the summer child, eighteen years old, looking at what he's done, and realize it must have been very heavy

he looks at you like you're special, not like you're this volatile creature that should be locked away

you bond way stronger than before

you now keep each other's secret and protect each other more

him being Barry, he goes overboard a little

once he scares off a guy from your faculty who's been annoying you

it annoys you instead, you feel like Barry is too close, takes too much upon himself, is trying to control you

you continue testing, experimenting. the device works only as long; the moment the object disappears, the tracking is useless as its atoms get broken down into smaller particles

Barry feels, as he watches the recorded process in electromagnetic spectrum, that this is the most important breakthrough of all time

it adds him a lot of points that he never begs you to reveal your power to the world; to go to the big scientists, or on TV, or start 'saving people together'. he is happy having this huge thing all to himself. there's a lot to unpack and research anyway, before any kind of consistent conclusion can be achieved.

one spring day, as you sit at home, Barry calls you, which is unusual. he's a texting guy

he whispers "So I am here with the Batman..."

he asks if you want to go somewhere and meet someone, some robots, and team, and some apocalypse thing - it's very confusing because Barry is mumbling and stuttering

he is gathering a team of people like you and me! you finally manage to get something coherent out of him

but you're not like him

Barry is fast, he's smart, he can utilize his gift to help people

you can only harm them

he promises to message you asap and the next day, the news start getting out, about some planetary cataclysms.

in a couple of days, you start getting messages from him

in a week, he's at your door

he says that there are others like you and him, you notice how he presses on the 'you and him', like you're similar, but you know, and he knows, that he is only saying it not to exclude you. even optimistic Barry understands that you're not like Aquaman, Wonder Woman or the Cyborg, or even slightly radioactive Superman

you are very proud of your friend. soon, it's the summer of graduation, and now you're both free. you spend days searching for a job and living in this new world, where Barry is on a team of superheroes, and you also have your shred of hope

your new life has begun when he proved that a) you can control it, b) it's not solely apocalyptic, it's also universal

you have fallen for him the moment he offered you his last piece of chewing gum, which happened a month after you became friends

actually

you get really drunk closer to autumn. you do, Barry can't. he just hangs out with you the whole night and has no problem having fun anyway. he watches you get drunk, drags you across the street to a karaoke, where you two sing "dumb ways to die" and become local stars

he brings you to his place in the morning just to be sure you're okay

he hasn't seen anyone in his bed for... ever. he's a nerd, he doesn't get to date.

to make you comfortable, he takes off your shoes, your hoodie (very carefully), and unbuttones your jeans

when you wake up, you're touched by his adorable care

Barry always tells you about the Team, all the time, and you listen to these stories like a child

you watch him mature in front of you

but you still dissect the Justice League and discuss each member; they all get their nicknames and memes associated with them

you both call Wonder Woman the Crush. no explanation needed

Superman is Captain Blue Pyjamas

you come up with the Flash, remembering how electricty flows around when Barry is moving at the superspeed. he is ecstatic at this name

at this point, the physical aspect between you two is still surprisingly awkward. you're not very accustomed to touch while Barry craves it; as a result you do a lot of hugs that are too long, touches that are in all the wrong places, and uneasy, comical, supporting pat-pats.

the only time Barry acts extremely confidently and on point is when he is the Flash. his the Flash persona is just on another level of precision. that's probably because superspeed is more natural to him than human speed.

when he is still hot from the run, he is actually... sexy?

he has a habit of giving you very long looks while he's thinking.

when you ask what he's staring at he says the view of you helps him concentrate

you get sad because you feel like when you look at him, you see super-Barry, your peer, your friend, a pretty guy, a fighter, a geek

but when he looks at you, he sees the quantum miracle, and that's why you inspire him

after a year he's still going on about your power, and black holes, and multiverse travel

he also still makes you laugh and forgets about plans, and then apologizes with huge amounts of food

you feel like the Justice League knows about you, but you're never approached by anybody; you suspect Barry protects you very well, and you're grateful for that

but you inevitably start feeling more and more distant from him. Justice League, his job, the thoughts about his father take so much time that he's constantly running somewhere

you, in comparison, with your part-time job, feel like you do nothing at all

to lift your spirits, he'd give you a pat on the back and say, 'super loser nerds for life!'

but you're not his only friend anymore. he is now friends with Victor, and Superman seems really cool, and the Batman seems to help him out a lot. he meets new people at work, and, as he's more confident now, makes new friends

he's still your only friend because you have an adamant habit of staying away from people

the little weird happy bubble of loser nerds has burst

for the first time in your life, you want to be normal and participate, but unfortunately now Barry doesn't have too much time for it

he is trying, because he still is passionately your friend

you meet in free hours, at the coffeeshops, for an occasional walk almost at night; it doesn't hurt that he can run through the whole city in seconds

you still talk about space, and matter, and movies, and food, and your ex college peers, but now it's more like old people's mumbling because both of you have changed

these conversations are warmer, quieter, Barry acts mature more often, and also touches your hand more

he's still the happy energetic boy

at some point you understand your two worlds drift away from each other very slowly

he feels your sadness more and more often and, in his Barry manner, tries to drill your head through with questions

inevitably, there's a catastrophe next to you sooner or later. in the world where superheroes exist, their presence attracts supervillains and disasters. Barry actually has done some research about the statistics of causes-consequences when he wanted to get a rest from exams.

you ride to the Gotham City on your day off to see the Superman installation.

you like it very much for some reason; it's the open space, the quiet luxury of skyscrapers around, the green park, or the installation itself.

this is the exact day when something decides to crash about ten buildings in the centre of the city

you always dread situations like this because you don't know what to expect from yourself

you'd lived in this eggshell, safe and isolated, for ten years, Barry excluded, and always your worst nightmare was getting in the middle of some big collision

you panic, you rush here and there, the screams and the vibration of the ground, the thundering sound makes you lose your mind

you try calling Barry but he doesn't pick up

not until it's too late

you try to think quickly; if you run, you're a coward; if you try to vanish the damage, people might disappear and die; if you vanish everyone, you'll be a monster

so you freeze

you see three figures hovering above in the sky; looking scary. they look like the evil Justice League: a woman with long hair, resembling a witch; a strong man; and someone little, like Barry

maybe it's time to die, you think. you feel very alone

he calls back and it sounds like he's running. Barry is shouting, begging you to tell him you're not in Gotham

you're stunned he remembers your plans

in seconds, he's next to you, and the shockwave of him stopping actually knocks you off your feet

falling, you're still looking at the insidious figures in the sky, and you get so frightened, that they disappear

Barry panickes as well, he's very good at it, but he's thinking

I'm gonna zap you, okay? I have to zap you and carry you away, you can't vanish all those people

you agree; he gives you a zap of electricity; and finally you're at peace, at least for some time

when you wake up, Gotham City is quiet. You lay in the soft comfort of someone's car.

the Justice League is there and they're finishing with the rescue

regardless of the destruction and the ruins of ten massive buildings, they seem pretty happy

Barry is fucking exhausted, he's chewing something and looks half dead, and still, he's happy to see you

when you emerge and look for them, he runs at you, introducing you to the others. You see Batman, which seems unreal, the Crush is also there, and Captain Blue Pyjamas. Barry's new best friend Cyborg, and hairy, angry Aquaman.

Barry puts his arm around your shoulders, so driven to the edge and tired that he barely understands what is happening

this is my... my... Y/N

you feel his hand squeeze your shoulder like he's about to faint.

he whispers super loser nerds

you look at how the others observe you; some with curiosity, others, with amazement. Diana the Crush is smiling softly

why are they looking at me like that Barry?

because you got rid of half of the Injustice League, brollerina

is that one of our funny nicknames? Injustice League?

unfortunately, it's not

[somehow-a-writer]

Demons {2P England X Reader}

Note: Another one inspired by a song, though this one won't have lyrics or anything like that! This will have a bit more of my headcanons for Oliver than the main ones, just an FYI!

You knew the rumors about Oliver, how he was a terrible murderer and a cannibal who used his victims in his confectionaries. However, you didn't believe them, even before meeting finally meeting him. Once you did meet the sweet pink-haired British man, you knew that the rumors had to be exaggerated. You both became fast friends thanks to Allen and soon enough without realizing it until it was too late, you had developed feelings for the man. Although, you knew he was dangerous but not to the point of what the rumors said. No, no, he didn't hurt anyone unless they hurt someone he cared about and when it did come to that point, he chose to use various poisons in whatever baked good he gave that person, making sure to switch it up so one caught on. He was definitely a kind, loving and sweet person but there was another side of him that would appear occasionally. Now as for cannibalism, you never witnessed any concerning ingredients being put into the food so you didn't really think about or ask him about it, there was simply no point. Sure, you did wonder when you first met him and helped him with his baking but nothing ever stood out amongst the years you've been friends. Truthfully, you didn't really care either, it was still Oliver at the end of the day and he was still your greatest friend.

Oliver originally never wanted to tell you about his darker side, fearing that it would drive you away from him and he didn't want to risk such a wonderful friendship. Unfortunately, that didn't work out one night when he noticed you being harassed on your way home, he took care of the person for you alright; since was on his way home from his bakery and this was a sudden thing, he rushed the person and quickly stabbed them where they're weren't going to make it out alive. You were petrified but he rushed you back to his house and apologized, explaining everything. To his surprise, you still wanted to be his friend after admitting to everything. After cleaning up a bit, it turned into a movie night cuddle up on the couch with a plethora of snacks to help distract you from earlier events. Not long after that night, he realized he had feelings for you as well, though too shy to admit to it.

Today Oliver had invited you over because he had something important to tell you which made your stomach do summersaults trying to think of what it could be. You shake your head, trying to remain positive about it, after all, he was most likely going to ask for you to be his baking assistant again. You put on an (f/c) T-shirt, a light jacket with a pair of (f/c) before slipping on shoes and grabbing your bag, and heading towards Oliver's house. After a bit of a walk, (F/N) reached Oliver's house and before even getting the chance to knock was greeted by a very excited yet somewhat nervous Brit. "Ah Hello there, poppet, please do come in!" Oliver stepped to the side, opening the door more. Once inside the familiar home, you slipped your shoes off, setting your bag to the side before following Oliver who was sitting on the couch. "Hey Ollie, what did ya want to talk about? You said it was important but never specified what it could've been." "I apologize for not specifying, I probably caused you so much worry because of it, I am terribly sorry, I swear that wasn't my intention! I-I just didn't know how to specify it without-" Allen suddenly cut Oliver off, yelling at him as he came down the hall. "Hey-o Ollie, did ya tell her you-" "Allen, I love you but if you so much as finish that sentence I will make sure you regret it." Oliver stated coolly, glaring at Allen who quickly shut up, just nodding in response before heading towards the kitchen.

With a sigh, he turns back toward you and apologetically smiles as your eyes meet. "I am very sorry about that. Allen's the one who encouraged me to do this but I wasn't expecting him to almost say it before I could… U-Um the thing I wanted to tell you about w-was… Poppet, I l-love you, very much. I understand if you don't feel the same but-" This time it was your turn to cut him off. Grabbing his shirt collar to pull him closer, kissing him deeply. Oliver froze, practically a statue at the sudden actions, his face, and ears a deep red. You pull away, letting your hands fall to either side of him to keep yourself propped up on the couch. "I love you too Ollie, forever and always." You tilt your head a little, a blush is quite apparent on your cheeks as you smile lovingly at the Brit across from you who seems to have malfunctioned. Suddenly Oliver tackles you to the couch, cupping your face with one hand as he passionately kisses you. You gladly return his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, you were practically overflowing with joy.

Allen came back through the living room from the kitchen and quickly whipped out his phone, taking a few pictures. "Ayo get it, Ollie!" He chuckles, running back towards his room as you quickly separate from embarrassment and air. "I'll deal with him later… And should probably thank him as well… For now, however, I want to spend as much time with you as I possibly can, my poppet." Oliver says as you stare into each other's eyes, earning a light giggle from you at his earlier comments. Soon, you both were snuggled up on the couch, watching movies with plenty of snacks. 'Best day ever.' You thought to yourself, nuzzling into Oliver. No matter what people say or even if he could be dangerous, you knew the other sides of him and trusted him with every fiber of your being. Nothing could ever change the love you both shared.

[rossmccallsqueen]

67 or 73 with Allen

73. Drppping your kid off at school for the first time

Okay so Allen is the softest dad ever. Like actually ever

Your daughter has been a daddy’s girl since the minute she was born

She actually had Allen wrapped around her finger

So when it came time for her first day of preschool you thought Allen was going to lose it

He took her to all her daddy and me classes when she was tiny

He just loves seeing her learn so of course he wants her to go to school

“Allen honey we have to let her go to preschool”

“But what if she’s not ready?!”

“Baby, SHES ready. She needs to get her energy out, and run around with other little kids!”

He gives you this big puppy dog face but it doesn’t work

“Just think of all the things she’ll make us at school”

This makes him a little happier

And finally he goes upstairs to get her dressed

He has the cutest outfit picked out for her for sure

“If you get afraid don’t be afraid to ask your teacher to call mummy and daddy okay?”

“Okay daddy!!!”

She was so excited it was so adorable 😭❤️

The drive to school was of course filled with her favorite songs and Allen sang every one

You talked to her teachers and made sure everything was set

Allen kisses her literally everywhere he can (and so do you tbh)

Your little girl is growing up so fast 😭😭

“Daddy can I go play now? Please?”

“Of course darling. Have fun!”

And she runs off and starts playing with the other kids

You can see Allen already start to cry

“Come on ya big baby, we have things to do”

“Like what?”

“Allen we finally have alone time. No baby at home. The house is EMPTY. What do you think were going to do?”

And honestly you’ve never seen Allen sprint out the door so fast in his life ❤️😂

[alfredosauce50]

APH America

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What makes me human

VOL. I (Completed)

“... It’s just brusiness, it’s politics, it’s the way of the world, it’s a tough life and that it’s nothing personal. Well, fuck them. Make it personal.” ― Richard K. Morgan, Altered Carbon

A stoic cyborg named Alfred kidnaps and steals you away from your ivory tower, demanding your full compliance to his every wish―all to help him steal a biochip rumored to make the user immortal. As the heir of a cybernetic corporate giant, in fact, the greatest in Twilight city, you couldn't say it was unexpected. Luckily, your trusty bodyguard Allen is on the case, tasked to kill him and rescue you from his clutches. And that was the plan until he stumbles across the company's darkest secret, hiding away in the basement.

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VOL. 2 (Being remastered)

“What we believe shapes who we are. Belief can bring us salvation or destruction. But when you believe a lie for too long, the truth doesn't set you free. It tears you apart.” ― Takeshi Kovacs, Altered Carbon (TV Series)

Once driven by conviction, Alfred now wanders the world without a purpose. The only thing he understands is what he is with you, and even that can fade. While he's fighting to keep the relationship afloat, you and Allen reach a crossroads together. He wants to run away with you no matter what. But there's no time for these aspirations and ugly feelings in the wake of a sinister conspiracy. The war rages on, and Alfred must face his demons in their rawest form—a human clone of himself who's just as aggrieved as he is.

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Avatar (In progress)

In 2154, humans have depleted Earth's natural resources, leading to a severe energy crisis. They embark on an interstellar journey to Pandora, a lush alien moon, to mine for the priceless mineral, unobtanium. On their quest to ravage this world of its raw materials, they are met with resistance from a highly-evolved native population, the ‘Na’vi.’ Meanwhile, scientists link their minds to Na’vi/human hybrids, Avatars, to gain free movement in the poisonous environment.

Alfred, a paralyzed ex-marine, lands this opportunity to pilot an Avatar and becomes mobile again. When he runs off and gets stranded in the Pandoran wilderness, nearly getting himself mauled to death in the process, he is saved by you--a disgruntled Na’vi woman who demands that he and his people leave. But Alfred is persistent. He needs your help, and after witnessing auspicious signs about him, you can’t turn him away. When he is finally accepted into the clan, he must decide where his loyalties lie as humans ravage Pandora and threaten its survival.

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Alfred is also featured in “The Place Beyond the Pines” The Place Beyond the Pines (Completed)

You haven't seen Allen in over a year. As a traveling motorcycle stuntman, he hops around from place to place chasing paper. After a lucky encounter at the city fair, he's eager to hang around you, only to find out that you're taken. Just when he's about to leave for another tour, he discovers the secret you've been keeping from him ever since he first left. And it's more than enough to convince him to stay. The whole ordeal is heading straight for disaster as he crosses boundaries not meant to be crossed. It's only a matter of time before blood is spilled.

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[bluebellhairpin]

The Aftermath

Levi Ackerman X Fem!Reader

A/N: been having some thoughts, so here’s some thoughts in the form of some headcanons of mine, and of ours. - Nemo

Warnings: Manga Spoilers! Talk of Character death. Scars. Some Angst but all has a good ending. A really fucking corny last line. 

Listening to: ‘Somewhere Only We Know’ by Lily Allen - ‘Oh simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.’

Masterlist 

Post-War! Levi who lives on the mainland, away from Paradis for a many handful of reasons. 

One is because people can easily identify him as Captain Levi, one of those who stopped the Rumbling, and they didn’t want it stopped. Some are civilized about it, others not so much. 

Another is because he lost people on Paradis. People he loved. He isn’t running away by not being there, but it’s just easier if he isn’t. He knows they’re with him anyway. 

Post-War! Levi who takes care of Gabi and Falco as much as they take care of him. 

They’re lively, still young and full of energy, and he’s learnt that keeping them on their toes is more fun than it first sounded. 

When the old cadets come visit, the duo tell many stories, and no one believes them. Because since when has Levi even been someone to race two teenagers down a hill in a wheelchair? 

Post-War! Levi who now has a large draw of sweaters in his home. 

After his leg got infected, and he had time to fight off the fever and night sweats, his leg aches horribly if there’s a change in weather coming. 

He finds he gets too cold too easily now, but the sweaters can help keep the chill reaching his core very well.  

All of them are different shades of black, grey, white, green, and blue. He buys the ones with no color. The others are all gifted or suggested by someone else. 

He knows the difference between a good quality sweater and a knock-off just by looking at them.

Post-War! Levi who sometimes thinks he sees his old friends out the corner of his eyes.

Raining, or overcast days are the worst. The shadows make strangers look like the people he loved most. 

He knows it’s not possible. It’s been so long. But he takes a good look at the strangers anyway, just in case. 

Post-War! Levi who sees you before you see him. 

Your hair was pinned away from your face, and the dress you were wearing was blue. He had a perfect view of your face, and as a smiled tilted your lips up, he knew he wouldn’t so easily forget how you looked. 

He had never been someone to form an attachment right away, and still wasn’t. He didn’t feel such thing so suddenly. 

But then you just kept showing up. And he just kept noticing. It was a few weeks before you started noticing him back, and then a month more before you spent more than time in-passing together. 

Post-War! Levi who suddenly was more interested in getting used to and using a walking stick, rather than his wheelchair. 

It surprises Gabi, more than it does Falco. She was the one who first pushed it, and yet Levi has always been as stubborn as he was in denying his need for it. But Falco has been the one noticing Levi’s interactions with you, and he knows what it might mean. 

So Levi spends more time around his home with a walking stick, and takes walks around the local park for as long as he can manage. Gabi sits in the wheelchair and makes Falco push her alongside Levi as he goes. 

Post-War! Levi who, while on one of these walks, spots you sitting on a bench and reading. 

He walks over, and you move yourself over on the bench to make more space before you notice who it is. When you do, you smile at him, and close the book - careful to put a mark in. 

Gabi almost yells at Falco to just keep going, but circle back around at least twelve times - an attempt to eavesdrop no doubt - by the time Levi’s conversation ends with you agreeing to visit a tea shop with him tomorrow. 

Post-War! Levi who, for about the first time in his life, worries about how his scars look.

He’s noticed them before, obviously, but he’s never been one for looking at himself in a mirror longer than he needed to. Making sure he was tidy, his clothes were on right. But now it’s different. 

For once he worries what you might be thinking of them, and he tries to find a way to make them less noticeable - if only so you wouldn’t be seen as ‘that lady who’s always with that man with the scarred face’. 

But when you find out about his feelings - accidently - you do something he didn’t really see coming. You show him your scars. Little nicks, and the bigger ones. 

He’d hate to say it, but seeing you with them did make him feel better. It did make him worry less. Because if someone so beautiful had scars like he did, then maybe his weren’t so bad after all. 

Post-War! Levi who is able to enjoy life more, and the tea that goes with it. 

Unlike Paradis, things such as milk and sugar are more easy to come by, however he still doesn’t care for them. You might, and that’s the only reason he’s ever interested in either for tea anyway. 

The different types of tea, though, are what he’s much more interested in. You started to gift him boxes of tea he had not tried yet, and his heart couldn’t warm more. 

Post-War! Levi who is able to enjoy life more, because he has a family again. 

He has company, he has friends, he has people he loves and doesn’t have to worry about losing so much. When he first realized it, it was like a weight lifted off his shoulders because his whole life had been spent doing things to make sure the people he held closest to his heart didn’t get hurt. And now it just, wasn’t there anymore. 

These people he’s with, they look after him too. And even though he can’t do so much anymore, he still does his best. Protecting and caring is all he’s known, it’s what’s he’s good at. Even though it’s not as much as it used to be, it’s still his best, and he rests easy knowing that that’s still enough. 

Post-War! Levi who sleeps a little better now. 

He doesn’t know if it’s because he’s less exhausted, if he’s finally able to deal with his trauma, or he’s just gotten to coping better, but the insomnia lets him sleep longer, and more often, nowadays. 

He does know one thing, though. He knows that ever since he and you started sleeping in the same bed, he’s felt more reluctant to leave it. He likes being with you, no matter where you are, so if bed is where you’re at, then that’s where he wants to be too. 

Of course, not wanting to leave bed - for any reason - does tend to help one sleep a little more often. 

Post-War! Levi who finally opens his own teashop. 

Now he has more permanent - support? help? - companion, rather than Falco and Gabi, and others dropping in and out on him everyday, he is a little more eager to do things. One such thing, is something he’s wanted to do for years, and years. 

He looked for ads in the paper for empty shops. He took you and negotiated the source supplies for the store. He told Gabi and Falco they were going to work in the store when they said they needed to find jobs. He looked over your arm the entire time you wrote up the first menu. 

The teashop is his pride and joy. As he sits in a corner of the back room, looking through the doorway at customers and the steam of tea, and smelling all the brews, he finds comfort. 

This was why he fought, and this was why people died. This was why he lost his family, and this was why he was given a new one. Fighting for humanity was never just about staying alive, it was just as much about fighting for the freedom that let people live their dreams in peace. 

[ddaehyeon]

CRAVITY MASTERLIST.

[ last updated: 21.07.06 ] - total: 54

ONE-SHOTS

stars he created - koo jungmo

pairing: jungmo x reader ‘ female reader

genre: angst, star tears au

word count: 1.1k words

summary: unknowingly jungmo created stars too weak to stay in your galaxy.

ungodly hour - park serim

pairing: serim x reader ‘ female reader

genre: fluff, college au

word count: 1.7k words

summary: an unexpected midnight call caused by the thoughts that clouded serim’s mind.

ten centimeters - allen ma

pairing: filmmaker!allen x teacher!reader ‘ gender neutral

genre: fluff, slight angst

word count: 1k words

summary:  if only you were able to reach past that 10 centimeters gap, will today be different? based on picture book of my first love.

let’s go - ham wonjin

pairing: wonjin x  reader ‘ female reader

genre: comfort angst, highschool au

word count: 1.1k words

warning: hint of depression

summary: somewhat wonjin ended up looking for you when you were nowhere to be found in the dormitory

words are not enough - seo woobin

pairing: woobin x reader ‘ gender neutral

genre: fluff, fluff, fluff, domestic au

word count: 1.1k words

summary: cuddles with woobin and him finding words not enough to tell you how much he loves you.

first fall - kang minhee

pairing: minhee x reader ‘ gender neutral

genre: fluff, angst, star tears au

word count: 1.5k words

summary: the question kept running in your head and maybe, you didn’t want an answer.

last christmas - kang minhee and ham wonjin

pairing: minhee x reader x wonjin ‘ gender neutral

genre: angst, slight fluff

word count: 6.4k words

summary:  your relationship with minhee had ended almost a year ago. now, someone else was holding your heart closer than minhee ever did. after confessing, wonjin did nothing but to shower you with great heights of affection. it was all good until you met minhee this year on the cafe the two of you used to frequent. a wave of realization came to daunt you-- maybe after all this time, minhee was still that someone special you'd give your heart to.

kalopsia - seo woobin and kim taeyoung

pairing: singer!woobin x reader x florist!taeyoung ‘ gender neutral

genre: angst, fluff, hanahaki au

word count: 10.4k words

warnings: blood, hospital visit, light cursing, mentions of sickness, death, anxiety, and alcohol/drinking

summary: in each passing day that you grew fonder of taeyoung, more petals would come out of your lips. your heart, a garden of the most beautiful flowers, only that it was also a reminder of your unrequited love. and with the withering petals, woobin can’t bear to simply watch.

something new - koo jungmo

pairing: cakery owner!jungmo x reader ‘ gender neutral

genre: fluff

word count: 1.2k words

summary: you weren’t a regular customer, in fact, you only go to jungmo’s store once a year. his curiosity about your yearly action sure had gotten the best of him when he finally decided to ask you why you’d always buy the same thing every year.​

virgo - kang minhee

pairing: minhee x reader ‘ female reader

genre: fluff, college au, soulmate au

word count: 1.5k words

summary: in which your soulmate’s current thoughts about you will show up on your skin for a short while.

from constellation prompts!

hyacinth - park serim [teaser]

pairing: fashion designer!serim x photographer!reader ‘ gender neutral

genre: angst, exes au, post-breakup, suggestive (one scene only!)

word count: not yet available

warning: cursing, arguments, heartbreak, mentions of anxiety and emptiness

summary: years had passed since you broke up with serim; life had been continuously patching up ever since. his name had marked several clothing lines, while your studio was well-known in the small city you lived in. who would’ve known that a sight of him on a bus stop would be enough to bring back wounds you thought had long ago healed?

last customer - ham wonjin

pairing: wonjin x florist!reader ‘ gender neutral

genre: fluff, flower shop au, enemies to lovers(?) au

word count: 1.1k

summary: out of all the customers to have before closing your shop, why does it have to be someone with an abysmal flower taste like ham wonjin?

andromeda - allen ma

pairing: allen x reader ‘ gender neutral

genre: fluff, soulmate au

word count: 1.2k 

summary: written on your palm is what your soulmate is thinking.

from constellation prompts!

SERIES

cynosure - allen ma 

pairing: allen x gn! reader

genre: fluff, college au, socmed au

status: completed, four parts

summary: coming from different courses, only one class was shared, art appreciation. each day was spent in admiring each of his action, instead of the actual lessons. but the semester was ending. and there was little to no chance of him becoming your classmate again.

TIMESTAMPS/HEADCANONS

PARK SERIM

7:02 PM [fluff] 

husband! serim [hc]

23:31 [fluff]

ALLEN MA

1:34 PM [fluff] 

2:32 AM [fluff]

6:11 PM [fluff, angst if you squint]

10:32 PM [angst]

husband! allen [hc]

boyfriend! allen [hc]

15:51 [fluff]

KOO JUNGMO

8:32 AM [fluff]

4:45 PM [fluff]

7:23 PM [angst]

SEO WOOBIN

4:19 PM [hurt/comfort]

11:21 PM [fluff]

prompt twelve [fluff]

15:54 [fluff]

HAM WONJIN

1:17 AM [fluff]

12:37 AM [fluff]

3:43 PM [fluff, suggestive]

18:32

KANG MINHEE

4:31 PM [fluff]

minhee falling in love with his best friend [hc]

SONG HYEONGJUN

5:44 AM [fluff]

best friend! hyeongjun [hc]

KIM TAEYOUNG

4:52 PM [fluff]

1:21 PM [fluff]

5:36 PM [fluff]

4:57 PM [fluff]

5:12 PM [fluff]

AHN SEONGMIN

7:43 PM [fluff]

12:03 AM [fluff]

1:03 PM [fluff]

1:06 AM [fluff]

REACTIONS

mornings with cravity [ot9; fluff]

reaction to you flinching or showing scared expression in the middle of a heated argument [allen, jungmo, woobin; angst?]

love should be mundane: cravity’s love gestures [ot9; fluff]

and in this lifetime you were the first one to let go: cravity dealing with heartbreak [ot9; angst]

cravity reaction to their s/o’s odd affectionate quirks [ot9; fluff]

cravity reaction to their s/o snuggling into them on their first sleepover together [ot9; fluff]

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hotch having a hard time sleeping after a case so you’re both awake at 4am cause you can’t sleep without him. You put on some soft music and take his big freaking hands (in luv with his hands omfg) in yours and you just sway with him until he’s calm enough to come back to bed. The song you sway to then becomes ur first dance song at ur wedding cause that’s was the night he realised you were sticking around forverer -🥺 anon

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader

oh my GOD i’m crying i love u. the song i chose is ‘give you blue’ by allen stone. there’s a little link you can click on that takes you to the youtube link when the stereo turns on in the text :)

words: 517 no warnings apply! masterlist | blurbs and headcanon requests open!

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You could swear you heard the front door open and close, but no footsteps tracked down the hall, your bedroom door stayed closed, and nobody slid into bed beside you. After a few minutes, you rose and wandered into the kitchen. 

The clock in the hallway read just after 4am. 

Aaron was there, both hands planted on the counter, his head bowed. You approached him, your feet tapping lightly against the tile. On your way, you palmed the remote to the little stereo system in the corner, your nighttime playlist already queued up. He didn’t move as you slipped your arms around his waist and tucked your head into his shoulder. 

“Hard case?”

He sighed, finally shifting. He turned so that his back was to the counter, pulling you into him. “Yeah.” 

You pulled his hands from your waist and held them in yours, kissing them over and over until you felt him relax further into the counter. 

You clicked play on the remote. He looked at you, and brushed the back of his hand down your cheek. HIs hand was cold, and you caught it in yours, holding it to his chest and bringing your other arm around his shoulders. 

You pulled him from the counter, bringing him into the center of the kitchen. He took over then, his arm holding you tight to him around your waist. Your head rested against his shoulder as you swayed around the kitchen. 

The hair at the nape of his neck was soft under your fingers. You twirled the locks into little curls, always fascinated by how silken the thick dark strands were. 

His fingers pressed deeply into your skin between your waist and hip, and you could feel his shaky breaths against you. You only held him tighter, trying to squeeze the hurt from him as much as you could.

Aaron pressed his face into your hair. He loved that you never pried or needed to ask after the details. You were always here, ready to take him into your arms after the horrors on the road. Some nights he was reset simply by seeing you asleep in bed, or sitting on the couch with a book in your hand as you waited for him to come back home. Other nights, it took a little more. No matter what he needed, you were ready. 

“I love you,” he whispered. He would later look back on this, holding you in his arms as you both danced to the quiet music, as the moment he knew. 

You kissed his neck right above his collar, the closest part of his skin you could reach. “I love you, too.”  

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It was some time later when you found yourselves swaying to the same song, this time under fairy lights in Dave’s backyard. 

I can’t stop the rain But I will wipe your tears Oh I wish I could take what hurts you And make it disappear I can’t work no miracles But I’ll do what I can do

When your sky is grey Baby, I will give you blue

He was your blue sky, and you his. 

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[ontowanderlust]

Animanga

Jujutsu Kaisen

❅ Rewritten Fate : Platonic!Junpei & OC; First Year!Junpei Yoshino

What would’ve happened if the events that night changed? What if an anomaly showed up just when he needed it and completely rewrote his fate?

Sword Art Online

❅ Let’s rewrite history, shall we? : Eugeo/OC

Eugeo Headcanons no one asked for. That may or may not be a story later on. So what happens if Eugeo’s already an established character from the start?

❅ A Forewarning : Eugeo/OC

Second part of Eugeo headcanons where he and Kirito meets the guild, and a potential ally...

Imagines

Robbie Kay

❅ Smile, for me?  

POTC Co-stars!AU. Can you describe your perfect guy? 

Shawn Mendes

❅ 2 AM

Two insomniacs going for an adventure of their own 

❅ I Love You  

How does one try to confess without the person ever knowing it? 

❅ Let’s play a game!  

“You’ll pretend you don’t know how I feel, and I’ll pretend I’m not breaking inside.” 

❅ Only a Moment  

You say you’ve already moved on from him but why does he still have this effect on you? 

Tom Holland

❅ Hogwarts AU  

Remind me, whose fault was it why we’re not talking anymore? 

Ian Nelson

Supernatural School Series

The idea behind this story sprouted from my daydreams after reading this story. However, this series focuses more on the relationship between Ian Nelson (The guy who played young Derek Hale in Teen Wolf) and the reader where they happened to be co-stars and Ian had always harbored a crush on the Reader. This series may also known as the Party Games series.

❅  Two Truths and a Lie ❅  Twenty Questions ❅  Would you Rather?

Marvel

Loki Laufeyson

❅ Loki Dictionary

Loki Laufeyson., n.

Prince of Asgard., Rightful ruler of Jötunheim., Master Magician., Sorcerer., Trickster., Silvertongue., Agent of Chaos., god of mischief., god of lies

But there’s so much more to him than what meets the eye, isn’t there?

❅ 1 AM

Established!Loki x Reader where Reader is an Enhanced whose ability is to foresee and experience a stranger’s death

❅ I can’t lose you  

Sometimes, you need to know when to step back or walk away

❅ Is this what [love] feels like?  

Because of a misunderstanding, Loki expects his relationship to burn down in flames but Reader kept on surprising him

Peter Parker

❅ 5 Times Peter thought Tony was hugging him and that one time he actually did  

Based on this fanart, fanfiction about Tony Stark and Peter Parker’s relationship

Musicals

Newsies

❅ Spring time : Jojo Dela Guerrera/Reader

Spring time madness for our lil ray of sunshine  

❅ Party Games Series : Racetrack Higgins/Reader

How do you admit to yourself that you’ve fallen for someone? Through party games, of course. ❅ Truth or Dare

Otome Games

Mr. Love Queen’s Choice/ Mr. Love Dream Date

❅ MLQC Dictionary

It is after all, a love story in the form of dictionary, with entries from dialogue to epistolary, from aberrant to zenith, only a handful of which are longer than a page.

Mystic Messenger

❅ Bright like you

A Luciel entry for @/gureishi’s June event for the Choi twins: #More than words 2021. There are more than enough meaning for your name but I think this one is the best meaning out of all...

❅ Give me the stars

Another Saeyoung entry for @/gureishi’s June event for the Choi twins: #More than words 2021. He loves her... and that scares him the most. 

Potterverse

Felix Rosier

❅ Soulmate AU 

Felix week ‘18 entry. Inspired by a friend’s dream where one bears a burden while the other bears hope.

❅ HPHM MC

A little background of Lillian Sanguine, a character in Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery

❅ HPHM Veela!MC

Headcanons about MC being a veela

❅ HPHM Jacob

Hogwarts Mystery Event Day 5. MC’s dear old missing brother.

❅ HPHM Actor! AU

A little fun idea between writers

❅ HPHM Angst! AU

What’s life without little angsts?

❅ Centerfold  

Coffee shop AU for Felix week ‘18. A single photo can convey what the heart can’t say.

❅ E correi  

5 instances Felix called you those words and the one time he meant it.

Sibling!Jacob

❅ See you again  

This isn’t an illusion isn’t it? This isn’t a dream of a dream where your brother is right there, right within your reach, is it?

TV Series

Once Upon A Time

❅ Fascination : Peter Pan/Reader

“Why can’t I read you?”

❅ The Boy who could’ve been : Peter Pan/Reader

“Is this who you’ll be?”

❅ What is Happiness? : Henry Mills/Reader

“How do you define happiness?”

❅ Scars : Emma Swan/Reader

Established Relationship! Where Emma asks for the meaning behind the scars

❅ It’s a mad, mad world : Peter Pan/Reader

Cursed!AU where Reader and Peter can’t stand each other

❅ Goodbye means : Peter Pan/Reader

Hero!AU where Peter Pan is one of the good guys and Reader sees the world in grey who happens to like Peter but does he like you as well?

❅ Jealousy Series : Peter Pan/Reader

Cursed!Peter Pan x Reader where Peter learns that there are different types of jealousy existed...

❅ The First Type: “I’m jealous but I’ll live,”

❅  Seven Kisses Series : Peter Pan/Reader

Cursed!AU where Reader and Peter Pan was swept by the curse just like everyone else. Reader is the princess of the Underworld whose True Love happen to be the Prince of Lost Boys.

❅ First Kiss (On the back of her hand) ❅ Second Kiss (On her knees) ❅ Third Kiss (On the nose) ❅ Fourth Kiss (On the forehead) ❅ Fifth Kiss (On the cheek) ❅ Sixth Kiss (On the neck) ❅ Seventh Kiss (On the lips)

The Flash

❅ Even if it hurts? : Barry Allen/Caitlin Snow

“You pause for a minute and two then try again”

The Umbrella Academy

❅ 7 times he confessed and the 1 time she accepted his confession : Five Hargreeves/Reader

For all it’s worth, he just want to confess his feelings, dammit!

❅ When he’s drunk ❅ When he’s overwhelmed ❅ When he’s trying to apologize ❅ When there’s only one bed  ❅ When they’re dancing  ❅

Original Works

❅ 5 Stages

The rollercoaster of emotion called love

❅ 12:12  

‘Tis a story of a guy trying to slip through the cracks of a broken girl

❅ I grew up

At what cost?

❅ I wonder

It’s all fairytales and stories until...

❅ That Kind of love  

It’s not unrequited love, but it isn’t a requited love either...

Inner Musings

❅ Rain  ❅ Writers ❅ Comfort ❅ Notebook ❅ Hands ❅ Affection  ❅ Play Pretend  ❅ Tell me  ❅ How’s it like?  ❅

Poetry

❅ Don’t tell me ❅ Vulnerable  ❅ What I truly mean  ❅ I only love three things  ❅ Melody  ❅

❅ None yet ❅

❅ None yet ❅

❅ None yet ❅

❅ Forget the Past Series

An original story of mine created back in high school which depict the story of five girls who experienced the same heartbreak, created a band to forget what they’ve been through while doing so, they had forgotten what it really means to live their lives....

❅ Fall

“What’s gonna make you fall?”

❅ If Only  

“Should I let my heart keep listening?”

❅ The 72nd Hunger Games Series

Before Katniss Everdeen volunteered for her sister’s place in the 74th Hunger Games and eventually igniting the flame of rebellion, there had already been several unfortunate children who had been fighting for their own little sparks.

❅ District 1 Female: Reaping Story

[yanderecandystore]

the yan teaches with a darling who’s an active delinquent ( possibly due to home abuse ). maybe even more infamous then da twins, perhaps reaching next-little-miss-red level? But it turns out the darling is super cute and mild-mannered looking despite their firey no-nonsense attitude? thx so much!!!!

Anon, thank you for asking this, it's wonderful! I'm sorry but I may have changed a little bit of your ask ;-;

Reader is a bit of a "delinquent" in the eyes of the strict rules of the academy, but I made them focus more on their own self defense rather then causing chaos to others if that makes sense. Like, reader does cause a bit of trouble to the school's faculty, but nothing much inside school (maybe they focus more on doing things outside of school time, idk, I just think I low-key fucked up your ask, I'm sorry ;-;)

(I just really wanted to focus on these two, because I love them so much)

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"- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no!" [Yandere! Teacher x Delinquent?!Reader - Headcanons]:

→Matthew Robinson:

Oh yeah, he heard about that.

He never really understood what it meant, but he heard a lot of things under the name of Lil Miss Red. Some of the stuff was enough to put someone into jail.

He knew that it was something related to a delinquent from another institution called Saint Bernard, but no one really told him the full extent of the story. More so because no one really knew what happened to that place.

Even though the whole case can be considered a mysterious event, the title of Lil Red seemed to be something well known throughout the whole state. It was a talk subject even in Amaryllis Academy, which hasn't dealt with delinquency ever.

Or at least that's what the school's reports said. Matthew is aware of a case of delinquency really recently in the school, but since it was caused by only one student, the school staff decided that it would be the best to keep that a secret from the general public.

A couple of students know about the incidents, but they have no proof to confirm that a boy really had caused so much problem to the school's faculty.

Stories inside the school get exaggerated to no end, so to hear students say that someone was trying to reach the title of Lil Red inside the school's walls was not exactly a worrying statement. It was honestly kinda laughable, as the first people he thought about were the twins.

They were little troublemakers for sure, but he knows they aren't capable of reaching the level of actual delinquent behavior. And that's when he thought that maybe it wasn't the twins Coldwell, after all, they already have a title of their own, why would they want to change the title of essentially celebrities to delinquents out of nowhere?

And that's when he saw you single-handedly, if you can forgive his English, beat the shit out of some students causing you trouble, students were all around you whispering and gushing at the scene, and only one thing was on their mind.

You were wearing a red hoodie while doing this, so it must be you who is trying to be the new Red.

Now, it's true that any faculty member should be able to give you a punishment for attacking other students, but he decided to take a more delicate approach to the situation as he doesn't know what type of person he would be dealing with.

He demanded that you came to his class after school to have a talk. He was expecting you to tell him to fuck off, so he demanded it in a more affirmative tone. He wasn't expecting you to look so defenseless and almost crying at the thought of getting expelled.

He was so caught off guard by how many times you begged him to give you another chance to stay at the academy and that you were only defending yourself, and that it was an involuntary reaction.

Matthew was just in awe. He was expecting the rudest person to just come in and dictate their rules, not someone so cute, in a way.

All words just flew out of his head. He knew it was self-defense, and he was only planning on confirming if you were indeed the delinquent he was hearing about.

When asked about Lil Miss Red, you're confused, you haven't heard that name yet, he was sure you didn't really know what the title meant in any way.

Relief was clear in his face, he was glad you weren't really the person everyone was assuming you were. Yes, you had started fights here and there in the spend of one week, but you were only defending yourself.

He decided to take his time and pay closer attention to you through the next couple of days. He discovered a couple of things, most of them were really surprising for him.

You didn't care about anyone's opinion about you, you did what you liked and wanted to do, you were confident in your own abilities but also knew when to be humble and ask for help.

These traits were all combined to the fact that you didn't intend on hurting anyone that didn't deserve it. You were friendly despite striking such a stand against those that wished you harm. He really liked that about you.

And then, well, he found out the last thing he needed to know. He should have known this fact in the first place, though.

Instead of learning through exterior methods, you were the one that talked to him about it. You told him how you used to live with abusive parents not so long ago, but when you managed to get enough money and the age to move out, you got out of that hell whole without thinking twice. You learned throughout the years of staying in that house, and then living alone, on how to defend yourself when you needed the most.

I hope you're aware how shocking this is to him. Not only about your story, but the act of you telling him all of this on your own, is shocking to him. He doesn't think he is the best person to talk about personal issues.

But he is glad you told him this, maybe you just wanted to get that out of your chest, right? Or maybe, you saw something on him that you could rely on, to tell him what's on your mind when no one else really understands you.

Maybe he is hoping that it is the latter.

This whole experience is really interesting to him. Matthew still doesn't know who is or was Lil Miss Red, but he got to learn more about you, and that's more than enough for him.

→Madeline Allen:

Oh, dear God, no.

Can we like, not???

How about no? How about she just, pack her things and fire herself out?

She can do that, right??!!

Every single day she hears someone comment something about "Lil Miss Red". Every single day there is someone new trying to be like…. Her!?! Why???

She doesn't understand why she, or more specifically, her ex-title, means so much to people. People never really cared about her until she put some goth clothes and makeup and started calling out her homophobic principal. Or when she dunked her bullies face into the toilet. Or when she burned the whole library and a classroom filled with documents about her. Or when she-

The point is, she is a different person now. It gives her headaches to think about all the things she did when she was inside Saint Bernard. Is, honestly, kinda a traumatic event to her.

Oh yeah, she remembered when she was going to work at Amaryllis and a biker girl was wearing all red and doing that… Stupid ass pose Madeline used to make when she was younger.

Give her a brake, she thought it was cool at the time.

In a way, Madeline hates to think about her past. She is aware that she made some good things but she did it in a violent way. And when things escalated she should have stopped right there, not continue the whole performance like a goddamn live theatre 24/7.

See? She is even cursing, she stopped cursing a long time ago, but whenever her memories come up she just hates herself so much. She sometimes wishes she never was Lil Miss Red.

You know, she only wanted to find out who was responsible for her best friend's death. Only that.

Something that Madeline doesn't know is how important her title means to many of the people that thrive to be like her. She was someone who standed up to people that harmed her. She would sometimes stand up to people she didn't even know personally. Many people see Lil Miss Red because of her physical strength, but only a couple remember how her strength was directed to, even Madeline herself.

Who still blames herself for not doing anything sooner.

She was really planning on getting out of the academy if the rumours were true. She didn't care that she was only working there for a couple of months now, she really didn't want to see someone acting like her again. She didn't want to look at said student and see herself again.

But, when seeing you, she didn't see that part of herself that she hated. She saw someone who has been hurt, and was now standing up for themselves. Ironically, that's exactly who she was when she was younger, but she still doesn't know that.

She felt like she was being selfish by running away from the academy. She felt like it wasn't fair to judge you only based on flimsy rumours she heard. She isn't like this, she shouldn't be like this!

She makes up her mind, and decided to get to know you better. Just like Matthew, she confronts you and asks about your recent behavior inside the school, to only find someone who is sweet and kind, just standing up for themselves, like she thought it was.

She isn't surprised like Matthew, but still a little bit relieved when knowing that the students were only misunderstanding you.

A couple of weeks later after confronting you, she decided to help you with getting more comfortable inside the school as if you continued to cause trouble, you would be expelled.

And although she was curious, she never really asked how you became so efficient in self-defense, it was you who decided to tell her.

Did you trust her enough to tell her that? Or were you just exhausted from carrying this with you?

When you tell her about your abusive household she was so mad with everyone that decided to gossip about you and make stupid rumours, and so mad at herself for judging you without getting to know you.

She even thought you were still living with them, you needed to calm her down to explain everything to her.

She was, glad, that you weren't in that terrible situation anymore, but doesn't things get too tough for you to be on your own? Without family members or friends? Oh, you poor thing…

She wonders if she can help you in any way.

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[kandaxxx]

Do you write nsfw? If you do could you write something about kanda and his s.o’s first time?

NOTE: spoke with requester, as per their request, this will be Kanda x Female reader

Do I write NSFW? Do I breathe air??? ? I freakin’ love writing smut. But I especially love writing Kanda smut. I have a LOT of headcanons when it comes to sexually-active Kanda. You have no idea what kind of Pandora’s box you’ve opened by requesting this!! xD All jokes aside, I hope you enjoy!! Also, I want to apologize for this taking forever. It was a hectic fews week.

WARNING: lemony goodness is ahead.

Venice's festival looked like a lot of fun from the window from the Inn. The sun was low overhead as it began its descent into darkness for the evening but that did not stop the raging civilians with their music and their dancing and their drinking. The motley crew of Exorcists that made up your team for this mission had been invited to attend. For Kanda, as expected, it had been a resounding "no". You claimed exhaustion from your travels and battles as explanation for your much more polite "no thank you". Lavi and Allen had accepted the invitation, though they hadn't spared the wiggling eyebrows and cocky smirks and knowing eyes before they left.

You had gone straight to the room the swordsman shared with the other boys. Why wouldn't you have? When was the last time you had had the chance to be truly alone with the man you had found yourself captivated by? No other Exorcists or Order personnel or akuma present to interrupt you. Just you and Kanda.

And that was how you had found yourself straddling Kanda’s legs as the pair of you sat on his bed. 

His lips were against yours, his tongue in an exotic dance with your own. Both of you had discarded your shirts at some point, leaving his chest bare for your hands to gingerly explore. His hands grazed up and down your sides, the tips of his fingers an intermittent bare whisper against the underside of your breasts. You could feel the hardened length in his pants pressing into your lower abdomen and it made some liquid heat pool deep within your core.

This was the furthest you had ever gotten, and if he was interested, you fully intended to take it as far as you could tonight with him.

“Kanda.” You panted against his lips before pulling your head back. When you opened your eyes, you found his to be open and watching you. You unconsciously bit your lip at the sight before you; Yu Kanda, swordsman Exorcist to the stars, with a faint blush and a darkness glazed over his eyes. 

You were sure that it was the sexiest thing you had ever seen.

“Do you want to…?” Your voice trailed off and your eyes lowered. 

“Do you?” He asked, his voice huskier than usual. 

You nodded. 

Through your lashes, you saw his blush deepen into a shining ruby. “I don’t know...I’ve never…” He was speaking more slowly than you were used to, like he was struggling with what to say. He looked as though he were completely embarrassed.

You couldn’t stop the bubbling laughter that built in your chest and spilled past your lips. 

But the laughter died immediately when you saw the way his eyes narrowed and his lips twisted into a scowl.

“Don’t laugh at me.” He growled and pushed his hands against your shoulders to shove you off of his lap.

You landed back on the bed and as you wiped the tears from your eyes, you saw it. Kanda wasn’t angry, no, the anger was just his mask to what was actually brimming in his eyes: hurt and shame.

“I’m not laughing at you, idiot.” You climbed back up and re-positioned yourself into his lap, pressing your chest against his, batting away his hands when he tried to shove you again. “I’m laughing because I don’t know what the Hell I’m doing either.” When his eyes widened just a fraction, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “But if you want, I’m happy to try to figure it out with you. Together.” 

“Fine.” He grumbled, but he leaned forward to kiss you again. This time, you reached your hands up to the tie in his hair and undid it, letting your fingers revel in the silky tresses that now fell freely down his back like spilled ink.

He was impatient, but then again, when wasn’t he? Kanda moved his lithe frame to twist you both around before pushing you so that you were lying flat on your back. He rested on his knees and elbows above you.

His hand was grazing your side and resting against the side of your breast. When he pulled his head back, you nodded to him.

With a deft hand, he undid the wrap you kept around your chest. The cool breeze of the room hit the freshly exposed skin and your gasp was soft. 

Kanda sat back, resting his bottom on his heels as he looked over your body then. Huh. Lavi and some of the others had always been excited about seeing beautiful women, especially their breasts. He could hear the idiot yelling, “Strike!~” now just thinking of it. He had never entirely understood the excitement; he was able to recognize when people were attractive, but it wasn’t something he had ever been interested in before.

But seeing you below him, skin lightly flushed, pert breasts exposed, he understood it now.

His pants were suddenly, feeling very, very tight.

You murmured his name, snapping him from his daze, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to your lips before his own began to wander, first running along your jaw and then down the smooth column of your throat. Your breath hitched in anticipation. 

Kanda had no real idea what he was doing, or what he was supposed to do, so he let his body move itself on blind instinct. He found him presently surprised when it seemed to be working. When his lips found the rosy tips of your breasts, lightning bolts of pleasure speared themselves into his core at the found of you moaning his name.

His tongue lapped gingerly at one nipple while he brought fingers to fiddle with the other. Your back arched of its own volition, pushing you closer to him. The pleasure was a heady intoxication. 

When you moaned his name he let his mouth work its way back up to your lips. You returned the kiss with more fervor than either of you had ever felt. You ran your fingertips along the line of his waistband and you felt him shudder under your touch. Emboldened by his reaction, you began to fumble with the buckle of his belt. You're brows furrowed and you lost your rhythm in the kiss when your fingers couldn't get it undone.

Kanda pulled back and sat up so that he still leaned over you some but could still balance enough that he didn't topple over on top of you. And you were hit with a rare sight then: Kanda was smiling. Well, smiling wasn't the right word. He was smirking. You'd only ever caught him pulling his lips like that in the heat of battle. Now he was doing it for you. Though you hadn't thought it possible, the realization made your heart beat even faster in your chest.

With his belt undid he undid the button and zipper of his pants. He shimmied off of the bed and you sat up, biting down on your bottom lip in anticipation. 

Kanda slid his pants down and kicked them off haphazardly. That's when you became aware that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Nothing.

Catching your widened eyes, Kanda's face flushed. "Lavi took them." He muttered.

It took a few seconds for your brain to understand what he had said. When it did, your head fell back as a laugh escaped your lips. "Well," you smiled at him then, feeling heat pool in your belly when you let your eyes roam over Kanda’s naked form. "I guess I owe Lavi my eternal gratitude."

You had always known that Kanda was good-looking; everybody did. He had the prettiest face and the most beautiful hair and you knew that he was fit and trim and just the right amount of muscular. You had seen him shirtless enough to know this. Even clothed, while his clothing was never too tight, it had always been tailored just right to let you know. 

But seeing him fully nude left your mouth dry. His body...it looked like God had descended from Heaven to sculpt it with the finest marble. It was so smooth and lithe and fit and wow, it was distracting. You could spend the rest of the night just staring at it.

But you were on a mission here, so you forced yourself to stay focused on the task at hand. 

"Kanda." You murmured then, surprised by how husky your own voice had gone. "Come here." You held out your hand to him and he took it and came back up to the bed. He leaned forward and gave your lips a chaste kiss before he brought his deft fingers to the button of your pants. You felt your nerves hum with some delirious combination of anxiety and excitement. Yu Kanda, swordsman Exorcist extraordinaire, was taking your pants off to have sex with you. You were the luckiest girl in the world.

He tossed your pants just as haphazardly as he had his own, and you didn't have a chance to complain about the cool air hitting the smooth skin of your legs before he was on top of you again. His lips were at your throat and you moaned and tilted your head to give him more access.

When his fingers began to fiddle with one of your nipples, you sucked in a sharp breath as pleasure shot straight into your spine. Feeling daring, you let one of your hands wander over the smooth expanse of his chest and then grazed your fingers down his abdomen. He squirmed and grunted at that and both of your eyes widened in sync. His face went red once more at your laughter. Yu Kanda was ticklish. Neither of you had seen that coming.

Kanda pinched your nipple a little harder right as he bit into your throat, not hard enough to break skin, but not gentle enough that it didn't hurt. 

At your gasp, he lifted his head so that his darkened eyes were hot on yours. "Don't. Laugh." He grit out.

You only smiled at that. Even in the midst of losing his virginity, Kanda was just so Kanda that it made a warmth blossom in your chest. You ignored his glare and let your hand venture further down until it wrapped around the shaft of his hardened cock. He let out a strangled gasp at your touch and buried his head into the crook of your neck. "[Y/n]...." He murmured.

You began to move your hand. He hissed and placed his hand over yours and pried your fingers to loosen your grip a little. "Like this." He mumbled, face red and very obviously avoiding your gaze as he guided your hand into stroking him properly.

You could feel that his breathing had gone heavy against you and if you were reading it correctly, it sounded like he was fighting back moans that were trying to escape his lips with your ministrations. 

"Should I…?" His hips were involuntarily beginning to buck in your hold and his hand had wandered down to the line of your panties.

Seeing Kanda slowly becoming undone was, without a doubt, the most exotic thing you had ever seen. "Please." You moaned the word out and if you hadn't been so overwhelmed, you might have been surprised by how absolutely wanton you sounded.

He brought his lips to yours and once again, it fell apart almost immediately, becoming little more than teeth and tongue. He let an index finger run down your slit over your panties and you gasped into his mouth, your hips bucking up into his reflexively. Emboldened by your response, he let his hand dip down into your panties then. He ran his finger down your slit, with no fabric to buffer it this time, and Kanda moaned into the kiss when he felt how wet you were.

"K-Kanda." You stammered against his lips. You had no idea what exactly it was you wanted, you just knew, more.

He stroked you a few more times before he slowly pushed a finger in. Your back arched at that. The hand on his cock faltered and the hand you had wrapped around his bicep tightened, leaving crescent indents in his skin.

He pulled back and your eyes met. It took you a second, but you realized then he was asking for guidance. 

"L-Like this." You blushed and the hand on his arm moved to go over his, like he had done for you earlier. You weren't a hundred percent sure what he was supposed to do, but you had explored yourself enough in the past to have a basic idea.

You guided his hand so that it thrust his finger in and out. Your breath came out ragged at the sensation. Kanda's hand felt a lot different than your own. 

When you let go of his hand, he went to continue the movements, but his hand had slipped just the slightest and his thumb brushed across you in exactly the right spot. Your hips bucked hard at that and you whimpered his name.

You vaguely saw him blink at that. He had no idea what had happened. When you asked him to do that again, he did so and smirked when you had the exact same response.

His thumb rubbed over your clit in small circles while he fucked you with his finger and you felt pleasure beginning to coil itself tightly in your core. When he pushed another finger in, and then eventually a third, his name became a mantra on your lips. 

His breathing had also gone ragged and his hips were thrusting his cock into your hands just as desperately as yours were.

"Kanda, please." It came out as a whine and you didn't care. "I want you." You breathed out. 

He withdrew his fingers and despite your request for him to do so, you whimpered at the sudden emptiness. He positioned himself all the way over you, balancing himself on his knees and forearms over you. His lips met yours in desperation and your hands wound like vices into his hair. Your heart was pounding like that of a wild animal's in your chest with the knowledge of what was coming.

Kanda must have sensed this and forced himself to slow down. His lips and tongue began to move more languidly with yours, moving more like a lazy cat stretching than the wild tiger that had been there only moments ago. He rested an open palm against your cheek and you felt his hand shake ever so lightly, a reminder that he was nervous as well. It was the reassurance you needed and honestly, seeing Kanda nervous about sex was kind of adorable, though you wouldn't say it aloud or else you knew he'd be penetrating you with his other sword as a result, and that would be a lot less fun.

"Please, Kanda." You murmured against his lips.

He lined himself up and began to push in slowly. His body shook with the effort it was taking to restrain himself from slamming his hips forward because holy fuck he had not been prepared for it to feel this good. Kanda understood logically that sex was supposed to feel good, but actually having your hot, wet body clamping down on his cock was an entirely new sensation he never could have dreamed of. "Fuck." He murmured against your lips before drawing back on shaking arms to study you, to check for any signs of discomfort.

You took a deep breath. Though it wasn't as bad as the rumors had told you it would be, there was obvious discomfort. You had never been stretched this much or so filled to the brim. It was a strange feeling and more uncomfortable than it was painful. You looked up at Kanda and felt your heart flutter; he was watching you intently through heavy lids, his teeth were grit with the strain that staying still was wracking on his body. On the outside, Kanda was cold and aloof and impassive to all those he encountered. On the inside, he wasn't much different. But right this moment, you were seeing a very small part of him that you doubted anybody had ever seen before: a caring, loving side. 

That awareness was all the motivation you needed. You murmured his name then and bucked your hips into his as if to say "it's okay, go ahead" which only resulted in his eyes going comically wide and a strangled gasp leaving his mouth. At your smile he shook his head and brought his lips to your throat and slowly began to cant his hips. His lips, which had been smooth and graceful before were now discordant and messy and he ended up biting down a lot more than he meant to, something that, to your surprise you quite enjoyed. 

It didn't take very long for the discomfort to give way to pleasure. While it had originally been strange to be so filled with Kanda, you quickly found yourself liking the feeling. Everything about him was overwhelming it this instant; the scent of him: plain soap with a hint of fresh cut herbs that you knew was just him, the feeling of him biting onto your neck and shoulder and then immediately soothing the wounds with his tongue and lips, the way his hair fell around the two of you like a midnight’s sky curtain and was soft and smooth against your arms, and most importantly, his cock smoothly gliding in and out of you.

"Faster." You requested in a moan.

"Thank God." He muttered and you threw your head back as some noise that was a combination of a laugh and a moan spilled from your lips. And you were pleased to find that he was serious in his delight because he immediately pulled out almost all the way and then slammed himself back into the hilt, resulting in the coil of pleasure in your belly to begin to compress once more.

His hips moved faster now and his lips were erratic and everywhere. You found that you liked it best when he nestled his head next to yours and nipped sloppily at your ear. While he wasn't particularly vocal in bed, a fact that came as no surprise to you, his breathing was coming out in pants with the occasional groan and it sent chills up your spine.

He reached an arm down and hooked it under your knee and brought your leg up until it rested over his shoulder. The changed angle had him ramming into a spot you didn’t even know existed and it was so good you didn’t know how you didn’t fall apart immediately.

You didn't notice immediately how hard your nails were raking into the skin of his back and if he noticed, he wasn't saying anything. 

You did your best to move your hips in time with his but he was quickly beginning to lose himself and his thrusts came so quickly you couldn't keep up.

"Come." Sensing that you were close, he growled the word into your ear. Kanda had always been on the bossier side, something that usually annoyed you, but this command sent a shiver up your spine and you were helpless to do anything but comply.

The coil that had been compressing itself in your lower abdomen exploded, leaving you with stars in your eyes and a cry of his name from your lips as your orgasm speared through you.

His lips met yours and once again the kiss was sloppy and messy and desperate as the clenching from your orgasm threw Kanda over the ledge to soar with you. His hips stilled then, with his cock buried to the hilt, as he spilled his orgasm into you.

He collapsed on you then, and thanks to the daze that graced you, his weight wasn’t bothersome. In fact, you could probably be comfortable lying under him forever like this, you decided. With him lying against you like this, you could feel that his chest was heaving and his heart was also going so fast that it was a wonder it didn’t burst, in the exact same ways that yours was.

“Hey Kanda?” You asked softly, running your fingers through his hair gently.

When you only got a grunt for a response, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “I have a serious question. Well, two of them.”

He let his head lull to the side against your shoulder then so he could eye you. He narrowed his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy and his eyes themselves appeared to be glazed. 

“You didn’t use protection.”

Kanda thought for a moment and then lazily shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t think I can have kids.” He answered softly but then his brows furrowed as he went deep into thought for a moment. “I don’t think so. Fuck.” Then he grimaced. “I should probably talk to Komui. I’m going to regret it.”

You laughed and kissed his forehead. “We can talk to him together?” 

“That might be worse.” 

“Probably, but still, I’ll suffer with you. It’s only fair.”

“Fine. Next question?” He stifled a yawn before pulling himself out of you and rolling onto his side next to you.

You involuntarily whimpered at the sudden emptiness and he smirked. “So you know how you heal super fast and stuff?”

He raised a brow. He rolled his shoulders where they burned from your nails, though the marks were already fading. 

“How’s your stamina?”

“Exceptional. Again, why?”

You rolled over until you were on top of him. “Because I’d like to go for round two if you’re up for it.”

He shifted his hips and you felt his hardened cock against your core. Your eyes widened and your head fell back with a laugh.

♡♡♡

Allen had Lavi’s arm slung over his shoulder as he led him up the stairs. The redhead had had entirely too much to drink. Not so much that he was losing consciousness, but just enough that he struggled to stay upright on his own and his words came out slurred and just the smallest bit garbled.

When they entered their room, Allen was quick to drop Lavi into his bed. 

Allen was changing into his night clothing when he noticed Lavi squinting at Kanda’s bed with his emerald of an eye. “What is it?” He murmured, keeping his voice low.

“Is it me, or like, are there two Kandas?” He held his fingers up in front of his face to see if those were duplicated as well.

Allen looked and found that there was, thank God, only one Kanda.

But he wasn't alone in his bed.

You were wrapped like an octopus around him, the two of you happily and peacefully.

“It’s [Y/n].” Allen muttered, trying to keep his jaw from dropping.

“‘Bout damn time.” Lavi murmured with a playful grin before falling back into his bed, fully dressed, and going to sleep for the night.

NOTE: I hope this isn’t too long!!! I had trouble keeping this short. I hope it’s okay!!!

[thewriterwithnoplan]

DC Masterlist

Mouse Meet Cat (Bart Allen x Reader) 

Summary: Bart is pretty tired of everyone being so slow. So when he’s offered the chance to go after one of Gotham’s best and fastest - Catgirl, herself - he’s not one to turn down a challenge. But, as always, things don’t go to plan and one, not-so-chance-meeting-later, Bart is ready to prove himself wrong. Maybe slow isn’t so bad.

Oneshot

Their Perfect Girl

Summary: She’s the golden girl. She’s got it all; a loving mentor, a crazy team, a city to protect, even a spot on the Justice League - once she’s old enough. She’s the perfect girl, and what she wants, she gets. Except, of course, Billie Batson, who’s too oblivious to see that she is completely and utterly head over heels for the bad boy.

Oneshot

Fire, Brimstone and the Glory of Gotham (Bart Allen x Reader)

Summary: Bart Allen always seems to know something about something. Strange facts or secrets or theories gifted to him from his soulmate. This ‘gift’ along with his forbidden speed wielding abilities, get him landed smack bang in the center of the Gotham Resistance - an army fighting against the Reach with the help of villains and assassins. Tangled up with the Council of Robins - an elitist group of heroic descendants - and their fearless leader Y/N Drake AKA Commander Apocalypse, Bart must navigate this new environment like a minefield. Because one wrong step could bring his life and the lives of every last human being, to a short and bitter end. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Smallville (Jon Kent x Soulmate!Reader)

Summary: Y/N’s just Gotham Academy’s new rich girl, the daughter of Bruce Wayne’s friend and the confidant of bilingual protegee son Damian. She’s just the next pawn in fates little game of soulmates. Or rather she’s being forced into the role of pawn, but Y/N is anything but. Against the fates themselves, her destiny and her heart Y/N must fight in order to keep her family’s secrets.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Christmas Headcanon

You know him? (Tim Drake x Reader)

Summary: Y/N is a simple girl of simple interests, she’s straight forward in what she wants and that’s what attracted Tim Drake. The adorable couple is close as could be sharing each and every secret. At least Tim thought he knew everything.

“You know him?” 

Dirty and Useless (Titans!Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: Jason Todd had always said there were only two types of cop; Dirty and Useless. So when Y/N comes along with a spunky partner and a laughable code name it’s safe to say they don’t exactly see eye to eye. But if they’ve got anything in common it’s their secrets. Both are hiding behind masks whether they know it or not. Will the Robin get the Nightingale to come out of the shadows? 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Christmas Headcanon

Night (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Summary: Y/N isn’t exactly a villain they just call her a ‘bad guy’. At least it’s for the right reason, children. Y/N looks after children, it’s her way of washing the slate clean. And the slate needs a good scrubbing if Y/N is ever to wash all that blood off.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Hell and Back (Spn x Reader x DC)

Summary: Y/N Winchester is an enigma wrapped in a riddle. The half-sibling of the famed brothers and she was there through it all. Until now. After Jack’s birth she made a deal with Batman himself. His money for her expertise. She can pay for a real school and some online classes for her and Jack. All she has to do is enlighten the Team about her world. Easy peasy, right?

Part 1 Part 1.5

Gem (Damian Wayne x Gem!OC)

Summary: Sage Universe is the gem daughter of Steven Universe. But she’s also a League of Assassins member and partner in crime to Damian Wayne. Well, she is when she’s not stuck in gem form.

Gem Crystal Gem Lost Gem

[dgmagines]

Hello! I would like to request marriage headcanons of Allen x Reader - so their wedding day and early married life if possible!

Thank you for waiting so long!! Min also made a hc for their weddings in a previous, far off post which is, somewhat, related- I hope you enjoy these!! ; v ; - Min

Wedding day

* Is the human persona of ‘legs weak arms spaghetti (palms asweaty)’

* He frets over every tiny thing; he does not want anything togo wrong

* Tim’s face is stretched from all sides because this boy won’tstop worrying (but Lavi what if an akuma attacked? What if the Earl came indisguised as one of the guests??? What if *gasp* what if I forget my vows?! DD: )

* He trips like three times before he even reaches the altar;Lavi keeps laughing at him but boi is he exasperated by this nervous noodle

* His face flushes and he literally choked when s/o walked downthe aisle; also forgot to start reciting his vows because he was so awestrucklook at my s/o??? my beautiful beautiful s/o????

Early married life

* takes at least a month to get used to s/o living with him (ifthey didn’t do so before marriage that is)

* This includes being shocked that s/o is in the house and greeting him home lmao

* He likes to stare at s/o in the morning when he wakes up  because what could be better than waking upto the person you love? Having enough food maybe pft jk

* There’s a lot of playful banter about who’s going to do what;they end up switching chores every other day but still, banter.

* Allen tries to help around with cooking as much as he can because he actually does like being in the kitchen and staring at his s/o

* Speaking in whispers in the dead of night as they tell eachother of their days

* He always, always tell s/o how much they mean to himand how they’ve made him the happiest person on earth