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The Only One For Me || Part 1

PAIRING || College Student!Young!Tony Stark x College Student!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 7.5K

SUMMARY || You and Tony have been crushing on one another since the beginning of your time at college, but it’s not until he gets to kiss you during a kissing booth that he finally gathers the courage to ask you out on a date. Once he’s picked you up for said date, he can’t stop telling you how he feels about you, and and he also wants nothing more than to kiss you every chance he gets.

RATING || Mature (M)

TAGS || College AU. No powers AU. Young Tony Stark AU. Mutual pining. Idiots in love. Love confessions. Sexual tension.

A/N || This story has been brought to life by none other than my bestie and the most amazing human to be walking on the earth right now: @ccbsrmsf1. From working out the idea to listening to my endless thoughts and additions and proofreading to top it all of, I’m forever grateful for you and your support. Eu te amo 🤍

A/N 2.0 || This is written for @elixirfromthestars's writing challenge! The prompts used in this story are College AU - Saying I love you for the first time - I'm only doing it because you're cute - Could you hold my hand? - “Make me fantasize, 'bout you baby. And you smell so sweet, like fresh-picked daisies.”

EVENTS @anyfandomfluffbingo || Upperclass/Lowerclass

All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist

It's a beautiful spring day in New York City as you walk from the dorm you share with your best friend and classmate, Natasha Romanoff, to the day's first lecture. You only have half a day of classes, so you will sit on a terrace somewhere this afternoon and spend some much-needed quality time together. Over the past three years, you and she have formed a strong bond unlike any other, and you're fortunate to call her your best friend, even if she spends more and more time with her boyfriend, Bruce, lately.

During those same three years, you have also developed a major crush on Bruce's best friend - the shy, sweet, and soft-spoken Tony Stark. Even though you both follow the same course to get an engineering degree, you're in different classes, meaning you don't get to see each other as often as you'd like. The first time you met Tony during freshman year is a moment you'll never forget, as it's been engraved in your memory as the best night of your life so far.

"C'mon, let's go dance!" Natasha yells over the loud music, and you agree after pouring yourself another drink in one of the red cups. While you're usually not much of a party-goer – instead, you'd much rather sit in your dorm and read – she managed to convince you to come along, and that's how you find yourself amidst a large crowd of college students as they're partying the night away.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the party, Bruce is trying to get Tony to loosen up a little, too. He's always very shy and introverted, but he wouldn't say no to his best friend for anything, which is how he found himself at this party, holding a cup with something he couldn't pronounce in it. It tastes fine, so he takes small sips and watches the crowd afar.

"Come on, we should go to the dancefloor! I heard Natasha is going to be here, and she will bring a friend," Bruce said, trying to convince his friend. At the thought of Bruce and Natasha seeing each other, he can almost feel his eyes roll back, as they've been running circles around each other for a while, but neither of them has done anything even though they're attracted to each other.

"Fine. But if you leave me alone and go somewhere with Natasha instead, I'm leaving," Tony grumbled. Bruce was just happy he got to see Natasha again, and to have his best friend tagging along is always a nice bonus. What Tony did not anticipate was seeing you. In his 19 years on the planet, he has never seen someone as naturally beautiful as you - very light make-up, simple jeans, a black tank top, and a smile that outshines even the brightest stars in the night sky. For Tony, it is love at first sight.

"Nat!" Bruce says as he approaches her with a significant smile, Tony following close behind. You also turn around at the mention of your friend's nickname, and even though your eyes first land on Bruce, you quickly cross gazes with someone who you've never seen before but whose handsome features and broad physique have your body on fire, even though you don't even know who it is.

"Nat, Y/N, I want you to meet my best friend, Tony." As he's being introduced, a red blush appears on his cheeks, and he raises his hand awkwardly as his way of greeting. As you look at the sight that unfolds in front of you, you can't help but smile as the dormant butterflies in your stomach slowly start to wake up - you haven't felt this way in a long time, but you're not complaining.

As the evening progresses, Natasha and Bruce are expectantly busier with each other than anyone else at the party. Still, you and Tony get along quite well, and the drinks keep flowing. While neither of you is drunk, the alcohol certainly helps you both to loosen up and now you're dancing together without a single care in the world. The way his hands feel on your body has your insides set on fire, and with every move against his body, you're starting to have more and more fun.

From that night on, whenever there's a party, you and Tony tend to gravitate towards each other, always ending up dancing. While the dancing is often very innocent, it can also turn to some of the hottest grindings, leaving you both breathless and wanting at the end of the night, though neither of you has ever managed to gather the courage to take things a step further.

As you walk through the halls on your way to the lecture, you're so engrossed in your conversation with Natasha that you fail to notice the wall of muscle in front of you, causing you to bump into it. However, before you can even think about what's going on, you feel strong arms catching you, and you're immediately looking up to see who saved you from even more embarrassment than you're already feeling.

"Steady there, Angel," Tony says softly, your insides melting like butter as he does with a flush on his cheeks. Of all the people you could have bumped into, it has to be the man you're harboring a major crush on. As you're steadying yourself, you're suddenly very aware of the closeness and how gentle his grip is on your arms, and your cheeks are heating up right along his.

"I-I'm sorry for bumping into you," you say shyly before grabbing your bag from the floor, already missing how his hands felt as they held onto you.

"Oh, uhm- it's okay," Tony says as his hand rubs the back of his neck, the redness of his cheeks intensifying as he looks at the floor. For once in his life, he wishes he would get over it already and tell you how he feels, but each time he even comes close to doing so, he changes his mind again, though the universe will have an entirely different plan for you soon.

When you've straightened yourself out, it's time to continue to class, and Natasha can't stop talking about what just happened - or, more specifically, what didn't happen not too long ago.

"You should have done something to thank him! You should have kissed him on the cheek!" she almost shrieks with excitement, and you give her a shove, letting her know you disagree with that statement. While you would love nothing more than to kiss him - even if it's 'just' on the cheek -you also know it's not something you would do in a million years.

"Girl, are you sure you aren't out of your mind? Because I'm starting to think I should maybe sign you up for some therapy," you say jokingly, and Natasha can't help but laugh at your comment.

"Well, I'd rather stay with you if that's okay. And I would miss Bruce too much if you put me into therapy," she says, and this time it's her turn to blush. The color of her cheeks is seriously rivaling the redness of her hair at the mention of her boyfriend, even though they've been together for almost two years now. You also long to have their love, and secretly, you're jealous each time you see how happy they are together.

"I'd be happy to have you stay, Nat. Life would be very boring without you," you tell her, and she nods in agreement as she walks into the lecture hall, picking a place somewhere in the middle with you. Meanwhile, as you get comfortable, Tony and Bruce also discuss what happened.

"Why didn't you do anything?! You should have offered to carry her bag and walk her to her class," Bruce tells his best friend as they wait in line for coffee. Their lecture doesn't start for another fifteen minutes.

"Dude, nobody does that anymore! And if they did, I'm sure she would have laughed at me if I'd even offered to do one of those things," Tony mumbles, but he couldn't have been further from the truth. You would have loved it if he had done it because it meant spending just a few more minutes together.

"I'd disagree with that, but that's a topic for another moment. Honestly, that girl is head over heels for you, and you've told me you feel the same, so why don't you do anything about it? It's dripping off you both, man!" he says, clapping his best friend on the shoulder to emphasize his point.

"I- I don't know. I guess I'm afraid she will reject me, and I've been through that too many times already. I'm tired of getting my heart ripped out and stepped on over and over again," Tony admits somberly, making Bruce's entire mood shift, too. Tony has never admitted this out loud, and while he does hope you will be different, he's also scared of taking the chance.

"Oh wow… It sucks that it happened, and I'm sorry you went through that. But from what Natasha has told me, I don't think Y/N is the type of person to do that to you," he says, and Tony smiles a little at mentioning your name. He wants it to be true so badly, and for the rest of the day, he will hold onto that hope as he thinks of ways to ask you out, even if it's for a coffee at the restaurant on Campus.

"So, how are we going to raise money for the dance?" you ask Natasha as you're enjoying a glass of red wine on the terrace of the café you two like to frequent on days like this. You have the rest of the day off, so there's plenty of time to enjoy the weather and plan how you are going to raise money for the dance later this year - your college always lets students raise money to be able to organize the dance.

"What about a kissing booth?" Natasha says in a tone that makes it seem like she's talking about the weather.

"Are you out of your mind?! Did you forget we're among the few girls in the engineering program? I am not going to be in that booth, Nat," you say with a shake of your head, though you also feel some butterflies at the thought of possibly getting to kiss Tony and finally finding out how soft his perfect, pink lips actually are.

"It's not as if you wouldn't want to kiss Tony," your best friend then says, and it immediately sets off a chain reaction of you stumbling in disbelief. At the same time, your cheeks give away something entirely different as their shade is starting to resemble the same color as the drink you're holding.

"Just- shut up, okay?" you mutter, making Natasha laugh heartily. After she agrees, you two come up with a few more ideas, but none of them are as good as the kissing booth, so after talking about it a bit more, you two eventually agree to bring the idea to the planning committee for the dance so they can approve it. Barely a week later, the two of you get the all-clear, and the news spreads like wildfire through the entire school.

"Tony, you're never going to believe what Nat just texted me," Bruce says with a broad smile as they stand in line at a coffee shop. You and Natasha are on the other side of the Campus, as your appointment with the planning committee just ended, so instead of waiting to tell the news, she decided to text her boyfriend immediately.

"The girls will organize a kissing booth to raise money for the dance! This is the perfect opportunity to make your dream of kissing her come true!" he says enthusiastically. Still, Tony's eyes widen at the thought; even though he has fantasized about the way you would taste and the soft sounds you'd make as he gently squeezes your hips while you're in his lap, your lips not leaving one another for even a single second, he didn't ever think those fantasies would possibly come true.

"But won't they kiss a lot of other guys, too? That way, it's not special," Tony says with a slight pout before moving forward in line.

"Well, you're right, but Nat and I are fabricating a little plan that ensures you will be first in line to kiss Y/N just like you want," Bruce says as he smiles at his phone, quickly replying to Natasha as Tony sighs softly. While he isn't too happy that he won't be the only guy to kiss you that day, he would still like to be the first, hoping it'll be a kiss never to forget.

Before Tony can answer, it's their turn to order their coffee, and when they're waiting for their coffee to be made, Bruce turns to his best friend with a smirk. "You need to relax, okay? We will ensure you're the first because you deserve it. You've been dreaming about her for so long; it's time we're helping you progress in your love life."

A few weeks later, it's finally time for the kissing booth. The news has spread like wildfire, and you can hear both students and teachers talking about it - though both for different reasons. The students are thrilled that this is happening; they're excited they get to kiss some of the most beautiful women in the entire college, and the teachers grumble about the fact that it had to happen during their classes, though they all agreed to it.

"How are you feeling?" Natasha asks as she puts the last few touches on your make-up so that it will accentuate your outfit beautifully. The weather outside is excellent, and you've opted to wear a sundress, making you look adorable as you get ready to be in the kissing booth. You, Natasha, and a few other girls are taking turns in the booth, each standing there for about 15 minutes over two hours, trying to raise as much money as you can for the dance.

First, it's your turn, and you're both excited and nervous about what will come. Knowing Tony will be the first person in line to have butterflies in your stomach go wild; you can already feel your body thrumming with excitement at seeing him again. You don't get to see him as often as you'd like, seeing your busy schedules and conflicting classes, but when you do, it's like an angel has come down from heaven, and you can't stop smiling for an entire day.

"Ready?" Natasha asks after putting some vanilla-flavored chapstick on your lips, and you hum in agreement. When you walk over, you're immediately met by the sight of the man you love, a five-dollar bill in his hand as he's nervously bouncing on his feet to see you, and he's not disappointed in the slightest. You picked the dress you're wearing especially for him, as it shows off your curves beautifully, and Tony has to try not to drop his jaw to the floor, though the color on his cheeks gives his thoughts away immediately.

As you walk to your side of the kissing booth, Tony wrings his hands together nervously, the bill lying on the counter between you both. It's been a long time since you have been this close, and in mere minutes, you two will be the closest you've ever been.

"H-hi, Angel," Tony says with a smile that you happily reciprocate as you greet him. As you notice the five-dollar bill, you grab his change, but he stops you before you can do it.

"I- uhm… I was hoping- if it's okay with you if I could uhm- maybegettwokisses?" he mumbles the last words so quickly that you're having difficulty understanding. Then, when it clicks after a few moments, the heat in your cheeks rivals his color.

"Yeah, that's- perfect," you tell him, and he can't stop smiling at the thought that he gets to kiss you twice. As you get ready, Tony brings his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks gently before rubbing his thumbs over the warm flesh and looking into your eyes for a moment, wanting to bask in the moment's glory. Then, as he leans in, you shut your eyes before you're met with the feeling of his lips on yours.

They're soft, pillowy, and perfect as he takes his time with the kiss. It's slow and sweet, and it sets your insides on fire as your arms encircle his neck, pulling him as close as possible with the counter in between you two. While you and Tony get lost in the feeling of one another, Bruce and Natasha secretly share glances of excitement, as they've been waiting for this moment for nearly 3.5 years.

The entire time, your heart beats like it's about to leap out of your chest, and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered wildly as you smiled into the kiss. As he pulls away, you feel a piece of your soul leaving with him, wanting nothing more than to kiss those lips again and get another taste of Tony Stark.

Tony pulls back with a smirk, and his hands slip away from your face, but he reaches for yours instead of letting them fall to his sides. "Could you hold my hand? I want to ensure I'm not dreaming when I kiss you again," Tony tells you with flushed cheeks, and you immediately nod without thinking about it for a second. As his fingers gently intertwine with yours, it feels nothing short of right, as if you two were meant to be together from birth.

As Tony leans in again, you're already smiling before he even gets to kiss you, making him smile before his lips capture yours again. This time, Natasha takes a few photos of the two of you, wanting you to remember this moment forever - even though it definitely won't be the last time you kiss him, you'll be thrilled to have a visual memory, too. After pulling away, you and Tony look at each other for a few more moments before he asks you something you could only have dreamt about.

"Go on a date with me, Angel, please." Your crush has a look in his eyes you can't quite describe, but it's luring you in as you nod in excitement, the butterflies once again going wild as your heart rate is still beating as if it's trying to make up for missed beats each time you saw him and fell more in love with him. Then, as you feel Tony's fingers slipping from yours, you're left with an empty feeling as you watch him walk away, a giddy smile and rosy cheeks making him look adorable.

The rest of your fifteen minutes fly by as you can only think about the special kisses you shared with Tony, and out of respect and love for him, you only kiss the other guys on the cheek, much to their dismay. Natasha has also decided to only kiss guys on the cheeks, seeing how she's been in a relationship with Bruce for the past few years, and the other girls got to choose what they were most comfortable with.

Once your time in the kissing booth was over, you realized that you had a lot more fun than you thought you would, and all in all, you raised nearly $350 to go to the organization of the dance.

"Natasha, can I ask you something about Y/N?" Tony asks as she's sitting on Bruce's bed, and she hums in answer before flipping the page of her book. He's been busy planning your date for a few days now, and the thought of you two kissing did not leave his mind for even a second.

"I- uhm, I want to surprise her with some flowers before our date tomorrow, but I'm not sure which ones she likes, so… yeah," he tells her, the notebook with all his plans open before him. Many ideas are crossed out, others have added small notes, and he wrote your initials in a little heart as well, which Natasha hasn't stopped teasing him about from the moment she saw it.

"Don't tell her I told you this, but she's obsessed with tulips. Ever since she was little, she has grown them in her parents' garden, and her parents always send her a bouquet on her birthday. While she loves all colors, she loves white tulips most of all," your best friend said without looking up from the pages before her. As Tony listens to the story, he immediately starts to smile at the thought of your face when you see that he bought your favorite flowers.

"Okay, thank you. And what do you think she'd prefer, a walk through the park or going to a coffee shop and getting some coffee?"

"First off, she doesn't drink coffee unless it's extremely sweet and iced, at which point you can't call it coffee anymore, but secondly, you would make her happiest by taking her to her favorite coffee shop, it's a small one in Brooklyn actually, but she rarely gets the chance to go there because of our busy school schedules. When we do get the chance to go there, she's often sitting in one of the booths by the window to look at the people walking by as she enjoys her 'coffee' or a hot chocolate."

The entire time, Tony is furiously taking notes so he can surprise you tomorrow. The two of you have been texting quite a lot from the moment you kissed, and even though you've been trying to figure out what he has planned for you, he's keeping it a surprise. But now that he has a fully formed plan, he can't wait to take you on a date you will remember for the rest of your lives.

The night before your date with Tony is mostly spent texting Tony, as you're growing increasingly excited each time you see his name on your phone. Every time your screen lights up, your face does, too, and the butterflies in your stomach are doing somersaults all at once. Then, as you're walking into your bedroom while reading the text he just sent, you suddenly remember you don't have an outfit planned yet.

As soon as you reply to his first message, you immediately ask him how you should dress for the date, as you're still completely in the dark about what he has planned. However, he's letting you know one detail - he's going to pick you up on his motorcycle so that you can dress accordingly. At the thought of being on his motorcycle, you're sure you need to grab some clean panties, as the ones you're wearing now are entirely ruined from the idea alone.

After he lets you know he's picking you up at 2 p.m., it's time for you to call it a night. You have one last lecture in the morning, for which you need some proper rest.

Tony >> Good night, my beautiful Angel. I can't wait to see you tomorrow 🌷

Angel >> Good night, Handsome! I'm looking forward to seeing what you have planned for me 😉

When you hit send, you bite your lip in excitement, trying to keep in the giggle that wants to escape because of your excitement. As you're getting ready to get some much-needed sleep, Tony is still wide awake and smiling at his phone as he's reading your message. He's possibly even more excited to see you tomorrow than you are to see him and what he has planned, and the fact that you called him Handsome has caused the butterflies in his stomach to go wild.

"What're you smiling at?" Bruce asks as he walks out of the shower, his dark curls still dripping from the water. He looks over at his best friend. Even though he knows he's smiling because of you, he can't help but ask because he enjoys seeing Tony like this.

"Oh, nothing," Tony says with a small smile before turning off his screen and putting down his phone with a sigh. He's been spending every last one of his waking minutes talking to you, but now that you've gone to sleep, he already misses you, which makes the wait until he gets to pick you up even longer. That night, you and Tony had a good rest, meaning you're well rested and ready for the next day and the much-anticipated date he had planned.

The following day, you're up bright and early for your lecture, which is over at noon, leaving enough time to return to your dorm and prepare for your date. Last night, you already laid out your outfit - a pair of light blue jeans, a white tank top, Natasha's dark red leather jacket that she let you borrow, and your high top Converse to finish the look - and now it's time to change into that and do your hair and make-up.

After a quick shower, you let your hair loose today, as it'll be the most convenient while wearing a helmet on the back of Tony's motorcycle. You can feel desire coursing through your veins as you think about sitting close to his body, the way his muscles are gonna feel under your fingertips, and how you'll be able to smell his cologne the entire time. Combined with the fact that you're gonna be able to feel his soft, pillowy lips on yours again is the cherry on top, because he admitted to wanting to kiss you again, and you couldn't agree more.

Your make-up is simple, as you opt for waterproof mascara and some eyeliner combined with vanilla chapstick, and then you're ready to go. You're done right on time because a few minutes before 2 p.m., you hear a knock on your door, and excitement flows through even a single inch of your body as you walk to the front door. Tony is waiting with a surprise in hand, wearing an all-black outfit that will set your insides on fire, too, as he looks devilishly handsome in his get-up, combined with sunglasses and his usual messy hair.

As the door swings open, you gasp softly as you're met with a sight you've gotten to love over the years, and that is a large bouquet of your favorite flowers: white tulips. That, and the man holding them. For a moment, you stand there nailed to the ground, unsure of what to do as your brain catches up with the moment, but when it does, you profusely apologize with burning cheeks before taking the flowers from his hands and inviting him into your dorm.

"These are beautiful, Tony, and they're my favorites too," you tell him with a broad smile, which works infectious as he smiles along with you. Natasha has given him some very helpful tips, and he has picked up on some things over the years, too, so he has gone above and beyond to make today perfect for you, as he wants it to be a day you will remember for the rest of your life.

"I'm happy you like them," he says as he watches you work with precision while arranging them into a vase and putting them on your desk when they're perfect. When you turn around, you're met with the sight of Tony holding out one of his hands, and you put yours in his without a second thought. He gently guides you to him, and when you're both almost touching, he leans in as you feel his breath ghosting past your ear.

"Can I kiss you, Angel? I've been dreaming of kissing you again ever since we shared our first kiss," he says softly, with goosebumps erupting all over your skin. Your hands immediately move to his waist as you nod, and before you can think about what's happening, you feel his lips on yours again, setting your entire body and soul on fire in the best way possible. His fingers gently dig into your sides as you two share this moment, and you wish it could last forever.

When you have to pull away to catch your breath, you're already missing him and how he tastes, but the red color on his cheeks makes up for it as he's flustered from the kiss you two shared. You're looking up at him to meet his gaze - there's still quite a significant height difference between you two - and when you do, you can feel your cheeks mimicking his as a smirk brightens his features.

It's finally time to go after that, and you interlace your fingers with his after heading out the door. You decided to bring a small bag that holds your phone, some cards, cash, and keys, which is all you'll need today, so while one hand is stuffed in the pocket of the jacket you're wearing, the other is being squeezed gently by the man who's taking you on a date.

The moment you step outside, you're met by the sun shining brightly on you both, making the weather perfect for a ride on his motorcycle, even though you don't know where the two of you will be going. However, before you can even think about putting on a helmet, Tony stands in front of you, your back gently pressing against his bike as he does.

"You have no idea what you do to me, my sweet, irresistible Angel. I'm- fuck, I'm addicted to you; I can't stay away for even a moment," Tony whispers as his fingers dig into your hips, his body pushing you against his bike as his lips place teasing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, a soft moan slipping from your lips as it does. Your hands cup his cheeks before pulling his face to meet yours, your lips crashing onto one another in a battle of tongues to find dominance. Soft groans fall from Tony's lips as he tries to hold himself back, though it's not as easy as he thought it would be, not when you - soft, sweet little you - are like putty under his touch.

"T-Tony," you whisper as his kisses trail down your neck again, and he groans again at the mention of his name. "We shouldn't do this, not here," you tell him, and he hums in agreement, though it's with a heavy heart - and tight pants - that he does. A few more soft pecks on your lips are all you get before he moves away from you again, and you try with all your might not to jump him right then and there.

"Ready?" Tony asks after he has fastened your helmet and you're comfortable on the back of his motorcycle. Your arms are wrapped tightly around him, and you let him know you're ready. When the large machine roars to life, goosebumps erupt all over your body. It's been a dream to ride together, and it feels amazing as you two soar through the streets of Manhattan on your way to your destination for the afternoon.

After talking to Natasha about your favorite café to drink coffee, he has called ahead to ensure they're open and to reserve one of the window booths so your date can be perfect. As it feels like you're flying, you quickly notice that you're leaving Manhattan and on your way to Brooklyn, where you have many unforgettable memories. Growing up there, you spent a lot of time exploring that part of New York, and suddenly, you had an idea of where you might be going.

It takes a little over an hour for you to reach your destination, and the moment you turn the corner to the café Tony is taking you to, you can't stop smiling. You squeeze him a bit in appreciation, making him smile in return. He also makes a mental note to thank Natasha for the idea, as he never would have thought to take you to a place like this. As you approach the café, Tony carefully rides his bike onto the sidewalk before stopping in front of the café and allowing you to get off first.

"How are you feeling, Angel?" Tony asks as his gaze roams over your body, trying to look for any discomfort, and he doesn't find any before taking off his helmet. When he does, you're met with his beautiful dark brown eyes, which you drown in every single time, and your heart rate immediately picks up as the butterflies in your stomach go wild, too.

"I'm good, thank you," you say as he unclips your helmet strap, and you lift it gently off your head before shaking out your hair. It's glowing beautifully as the sun's rays fall on it, illuminating it as you turn to put the helmet down for a moment, needing to unzip the leather jacket. While Tony ensures his motorcycle is off, he fastens the helmets to the handles so they won't get taken, and then he stretches out his hand, gesturing for you to grab it.

The moment you hear the little doorbell above the door ring, you're met with nostalgia, as this is the café you and your Dad used to go to when you were little. Everything is still the same - the decorations on the walls, the tablecloths decorating the tables, and the booths you always love to sit in, and people watch; even the woman behind the counter hasn't changed, other than the fact that she has aged significantly since your childhood.

"Oh, Y/N, my sweet, beautiful girl! I can't believe I finally get to see you again," the woman - who you know as Auntie June - says, and your face splits into a large grin while she walks around the counter. When you grew up, she always sneaked you an extra cookie when your Dad ordered them; even now, when you order her famous chocolate chip cookies, she always gives you an extra one.

"I'm so happy to see you, my dear - your Dad was here the other day, and he talked my ear off about how well you're doing in college and that you're going on a date with a sweet boy," she says proudly, and that's when both yours and Tony's cheeks heat up. While you have told your parents about going on a date with Tony, you didn't expect them to tell others about it, but at the same time, you're also proud to let people know you're on a date with none other than the amazing Tony Stark.

After sharing a few more bits of small talk, you and Tony finally get in your order with June: a hot chocolate with whipped cream, a black coffee for Tony, and two of June's chocolate chip cookies to enjoy as you sit in your favorite booth. While she's preparing the drinks, Tony leads you to the booth he called for, and you happily slip into the same side you always sit at. Still, the only difference is that you're now with the man of your dreams, making it an even more enjoyable experience than usual.

While you and Tony are enjoying the atmosphere while looking outside at the people walking by, as well as stealing glances from one another, June brings you the coffee, hot chocolate, and cookies, only this time she added two extra cookies, even though you didn't pay for them. You still thank her profusely as you smile, knowing that she approves of the man across from you if she does this.

"Angel, you have something- here, let me help you," Tony says as he spots a hot chocolate mustache. Instead of reaching over to remove it with his hand, he leans over the table and kisses you softly, setting your cheeks on fire as he does, your eyes slipping shut. A small sigh escapes when he pulls away, as you would have liked for the moment to last much longer.

"Why did you do that? I mean, I'm not complaining, but-"

"I'm only doing it because you're cute," he said with a wink, and that was enough to send the butterflies in your stomach into a flurry that has you putting your hands on them to calm them down a little bit. The smile on your face doesn't move an inch the entire time you spend there, feeding each other bits of June's amazing cookies and having some fantastic conversations. Just as the café is about to close, she suddenly heads over to the booth, letting you know that she sadly has to close for the night.

"Thank you so much for everything, June, and please, say hi to Christopher and my parents for me," you say, mentioning her husband, who has been running the café with her for the last forty-three years.

"I will, Y/N; he will be so happy to know you stopped by with this sweet boy. And your parents will be delighted to hear you stopped by as well," she says with a few pats on your arm, making you smile. She always makes you feel right at home, and you're already looking forward to seeing her or her husband the next time. You told Tony about an excellent little diner near the café where you can get some great food, so that's precisely where the two of you are headed, as neither of you wants to head back yet.

"How far is it?" Tony asks, and you tell him it's about fifteen minutes away before putting on the helmet and giving him the address so he can put it into his navigation system. During the entire drive, you're happily cuddled up to Tony, his hand occasionally resting on yours as you wait at a traffic light, with you smiling like crazy inside your helmet. While Tony follows the directions, you're enjoying the view from your old neighborhood, as it hasn't changed since you've grown up.

When you're at the diner, Tony turns off the motorcycle again before letting you step off first and then following to park it. The helmets are again quickly secured before your hand slips into his, warm against your palm. As you walk in, you're almost immediately greeted by a lovely young lady, bringing you to some available seating and some menus to look over for dinner. After ordering a beer and a glass of wine, you and Tony flip through the menu for a moment before deciding what to eat.

"Do you want me to recommend something to you?" you ask Tony, who nods as he looks up to meet your gaze.

"I think the burgers here are divine, but I most of all can recommend the bacon burger. It's very juicy and tastes perfect. The fries that go along with it are also a perfect addition," you tell him, and Tony can feel his stomach growling from your description. The woman who got your drink order is back, and after giving you both your drinks, she also takes your order of two bacon burgers before taking away the menu.

"How was it to grow up here? I'm sure it must be quite the difference from Manhattan," Tony asks. Even though he was also born and raised in New York, he's from a different part of town than you, and he has never visited Brooklyn before today.

"It was very nice. Even though I wasn't born here, I can't remember living anywhere other than right here. Everything here is so… homey, I think, is the best way to describe it. People are willing to do a lot more for each other, and if I may say so, it was quite nice not to grow up in the filthy rich part of town. I grew up learning how to do things myself, and I've been working from as early of an age as I was allowed," you tell Tony, who nods in understanding.

He's the opposite of you because, being born and growing up in Manhattan, his parents had so much money they sometimes didn't even know what to do with it. Everything was pretty much handed to him, though he was also determined to make something of himself in life instead of relying on his money, and he's still reaping the benefits of that today.

"But I want you to know I don't mind that you grew up rich. I know you're not like those rich snobs who think they're better than everyone else just because they have money. You work for what you want, and that's something I admire in you, Tony," you tell him as you're holding his hands, and he smiles as his cheeks turn a familiar shade of red.

"Thank you, Angel," he whispers before bringing your hands to his lips and kissing your knuckles softly, making you smile. It doesn't take long for the woman to get your burgers and top off your drinks, and you're thoroughly enjoying yourselves as you take bites of the burgers and enjoy the fries, too. Once that is finished, you two get a milkshake to share for dessert, and you've never laughed so hard at someone getting a brain freeze before.

"You shouldn't drink so fast, dummy!" you say between laughs. Even though Tony is still not happy about the brain freeze, he is very happy to see your beautiful smile. He can look at it for hours and never get tired of it.

"Sorry, my beautiful Angel, I just wanted to taste some too before you drank it all!" he says with a wink, and you make a faux-offended face in return. After smacking him playfully on the hand, you two continue to share the milkshake, the taste of it exploding on your tongue as you do. When the milkshake is finished, too, Tony goes to pay - and it should be noted you tried to pay for the two of you, too, but he did not want you to do that, instead wanting to pay for you because a princess never pays for her meals.

When you step outside, Tony grabs your hand before walking to his motorcycle again, but he doesn't move to grab the helmet. Instead, he grabs your hips and leans in for another kiss, which you happily reciprocate while your arms slip around his neck. The alcohol you two have in your systems helped loosen you both up a bit, and Tony certainly isn't one to shy away from some PDA.

His body presses against yours as your tongues mingle together, ultimately leaving you breathless before he pulls away and gently presses his forehead against yours.

"I want you to be mine, Y/N. You make me fantasize 'bout you, and you smell so sweet, like freshly picked daisies. Each time I'm around you, I get intoxicated by the love I feel for you, and I can never get enough of you, your smile, and your kisses. You live rent-free in my head, and I want - no, need you to be mine," he says as he looks into your eyes, where tears are brimming on your waterline.

"I want that too, Tony. I'm yours; I've always been yours," you tell him before capturing his lips again, a giggle escaping as he does. You've been waiting for this moment for years, and it is even better than you could ever have imagined. The universe has finally aligned so that your biggest dream - being Tony's girlfriend - has finally come true, and you couldn't be happier about it.

After the love confessions, you and Tony head back to Campus, where Natasha eagerly awaits you to come home and share every last detail of your date. After Tony has dropped you off at your dorm and kissed you goodbye in a way that still has your knees shaking with excitement, it's time to go in and update your best friend on everything.

"HOW WAS IT?!" Natasha exclaims excitedly as soon as you walk into the door, but you need a moment to gather your thoughts before going into that with her. Your back is pressed against the door as you smile widely, a sigh escaping your chest as you let it all sink in for a moment.

"Nat, it was AMAZING! I already knew Tony was a gentleman, but today he proved it, too. He started giving me my favorite flowers, and the entire time we were touching or kissing, it was... wow. But the best of all was when he asked me to be his girlfriend," you tell her, and a screech of excitement can be heard through the entire dorm room.

"I'm so happy for you, Detka! You fucking deserve a man like Tony, and he deserves someone as amazing as you, too. But tell me, how were his kisses?" she eagerly asked, and the rest of the night was spent sharing every last detail with your best friend. When you went to bed, you saw a very sweet text from your boyfriend, making you smile wide before going to sleep.

Tony >> Goodnight, my beautiful Angel. I can't wait to see you again, and I love you more than words can ever explain ❤️

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btdemaru · 2 years ago

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Obey Me! Dating fluff headcanon.

ft. The 7 demon brothers seperate

(obey me brothers x GN! Reader)

Note : these r just the headcanon + love language that i think would fit them, if it's abit ooc i apologize!

Warning : slightly suggestive

Lucifer

his love language is definitely acts of service and quality time

Opening doors for you, pouring you a cup of coffee he made just for the both of you

Whenever he's doing work and you're in the room with him, he'd probably pull you onto his lap

Lucifer loves and always enjoys the times you spend together frfr

Even if it's just in his room, going for night walks, fancy dinners and so on

If you guys go out for dinner or just grocery shopping he would definitely put his hand around your waist just to show everyone there that you're his

He'll say that hes a little overprotective.. even tho 'little' is far from how protective he actually is 💀

Tends to overwork himself so you have to force him to get his ass to bed whether you drag him or not

Is too prideful to admit that he craves your hugs and cuddles every night

Mostly calls you 'my love' or 'my dearest'

If you disturb him while he's working on a deadline or just giving him an attitude he'd definitely be pissed and wouldn't hesitate to put your bratty attitude in place

Loves kissing your lips and neck

Mammon

I think his love language is gifting (more to receiving gifts lmfao) and physical touch

Will make you his lucky charm when he's gambling 😉

If he won, you're in for a treat! Would spend the money he won on you by buying you new clothes, shoes, jewelry or even a lingerie (more of a gift for him tbh)

Mammon is very caring towards you so when he sees that you're down or upset he'd definitely will try his hardest to cheer you up

Which probably is easy since he's such a fun demon to he around with so you're never bored with him around

I think his nicknames for you that he uses alot is probably 'stupid' or 'human'

Ofcourse he doesn't mean it when hes insulting you though

If he hears anyone insulting you he'd make a scene which sometimes mostly isn't really needed if you dont give a shit about what other demon/people say.

Favorite parts of you he likes to kiss is your cheeks

Leviathan

I've always imagined him as a sweet boy (so breedable)

His love language? Quality time and maybe physical touch <3

He's mostly in his room, so when you invited yourself in and started talking about how you like his interest he'd burst right there and then.

Loves your touch, perhaps abit clingy..? Typa guy who'd snuggle with you in bed while he's playing games or sitting on your lap while he's fighting bosses 👌

has difficulty accepting that you choose to spend time with him or even dating him

If you decide to cosplay just for his eyes only his brain would malfunctioned, face and ears all red flushed

Tbh he'd get just a teeny tiny bit jealous when you pay more attention to henry 2.0 than him but he thinks it's cute that you also care for his little goldfish.

Would call you 'normie' or just by your name

Loves when you reassure him no matter the situation, when he has nightmares or his self-esteem isn't good or more.

Kisses your inner thighs or hand

Satan

Maybe word of affirmation?

Satan would write and reads the poems he made just for you

Most likely he'll read you stories if you're struggling to sleep or has insomnia

he will let you read him the book he's reading while he lays on your lap demanding his head to be stroked as well

Favorite activity with you is reading together in bed the whole day or going to a cat cafe, taking pictures of you holding a cat (would probably make it his wallpaper)

He can be harsh sometimes especially when he just had an argument again with Lucifer and would apologize dearly when he lashes out at you.

Not much of a PDA fan but will hold your hand when the you're going out together

Idk abt nicknames but probably 'kitten' (?) Or 'darling'

Satan will keep every cat item you gave him (keychain, plushie ect)

Kisses your right hand alot along with your lips

Asmodeus

Physical touch 🔛🔝

We all know he's flirty and he won't hide it

He loves PDA so be prepared lmaoo, he'll hold your hand/waist or give you random kisses here and there whether it's on your lips, neck, hand anywhere!

You guys would go on shopping dates ALOT, he loves picking clothes for you and once even tried going in to the changing room with you to "help".

Shopping with him takes pretty long- after buying clothes he goes to buy perfume then shoes then nail polishes then this and that, but no worries he'd spoil you to buy whatever you want there

Asmo buys alot of matching outfits for the both of you

Without you noticing he'd probably buy new toys every now and then for the both of you to try (iykyk)

Another favorite activity he likes to drag you into is warm steamy baths together, just the thought of your bare body touching gets him excited!

Has plenty of nickname for you its uncountable 'sweetie', 'love', 'darling', 'dollface', 'hottie' and 'sexy'

Beelzebub

quality time

This big boy melts like putty when you cook for him, whether it's a dish from where you came from to his favorite foods

Likes to cuddle with you while eating chips, the crumbs tend to get all over you but he has no problem cleaning it up with his mouth

Ask you on a movie date alot (bringing snacks and food is a must!!)

Loves when you're watching him exercise and would be happy if you join him

He'd blush hard if he notice you staring at his body (who wouldn't tbh)

Sometimes but rarely ask his twin brother to join on sleepy dates

Usually would walk behind you or hold your hands, nobody would dare to do anything to you if he's around- he would throw hands if you got physically hurt by someone- so you'll definitely feel safe with him

'honey' or food based stuff is probably his favorite nickname to call you.

I think he'd bite you softly more than kisses, but if he does kisses you it's mostly collarbone or forehead

Belphegor

Like his twin beel, loves quality time with you!

Your dates with him would probably 99.999% be sleepy dates and cuddles

Always ask you to sleep next to him, bodies tangled together and just so comfy he LOVES it!

I personally like to think that he purrs- so imagine him purring loudly while you give him head pats and sleeping on your chest.

Gives you the right airpods/headset so you both can relax while listening to music together, just enjoying each other's company

His body temperature is ice cold so if you're a warm person expect him to cling to you everywhere

If you aren't there he'd probably pouts while hugging his pile of stuffed animals and pillows until you get back

Hogs your lap purposely if you're having a conversation with beel, belphie pretends to be asleep tho he's listening to both of your convo.

Nicknames? I think he'd just call you by your name.

Sleepy kisses on your lips, sometimes sloppy makeout sessions.

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whocaresstillthelouvre · 7 months ago

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Hear It In The Silence

Elks Chapter 6 Version 2.0

Chapter Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Chapter Summary: The warm summer season brings a realization of the feelings you hold for Joel. Chapter Warnings: smut, fluff, happy feelings, declarations of love, softness, p in v sex, apocalypse birth control (pulling out), joel miller being in love, gratuitous descriptions of sweaty joel miller throwing logs into a wheelbarrow. Words: 5,100 A/N: I listened to "You Are In Love" by Taylor Swift and "Myths" by Beach House on repeat for this chapter. Headers courtesy of @saradika-graphics.

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“State Of Grace” by Taylor Swift.

In Jackson, time is a precious commodity. In the QZ, it had no meaning - days and months blended together into an endless cycle of survival. But in Jackson, every moment counts. People here cherish and honor anniversaries, birthdays, and holidays. Your students create their own calendar each year, noting down important dates and events that make them worth celebrating. Because now, life and time matter.

Today's date marks four months since you fell in front of Joel’s house and he first touched you.

Joel…

Since that fateful moment, with your knees scraped from the gravel and his large hand wrapping around yours to help you up, your life shifted. His low voice filled the silence, his warm body warmed your coldness, his eyes reflected the kindness and understanding you’ve been searching for. Joel Miller has become yours.

Late summer in Jackson is always the busiest time. Gardeners work tirelessly to prepare for the harvest, while cooks preserve the bounty and line the shelves of the food pantry with jars of fruits and vegetables. The repair crews fortify the town’s walls, and fix up buildings before the weather changes. After school, you spend your evenings in the gardens helping your neighbors until the sun dips below the mountains. Joel is rarely home, patrolling longer hours as the days provide more light. Between your schedules and Ellie, your time together is even more precious.

As much as you miss him whenever he’s gone, his return is one of your favorite moments. That small smile he gives you before he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in close–breathing you in soothes all of the anxiety you hold within you whenever he’s gone. He never comes home empty-handed, he always finds something for you–trinkets, books, or art supplies. Little reminders and proof that no matter where he is, you’re always on his mind.

He never stops caring for the small things that matter to you. He has Ellie help him fix up your fence, and even though your cats make him sneeze and sniffle, he builds you a new feeder for them.

Whenever he walks you home, he kisses you on your doorstep, every time it turns into something a little more… neither of you caring who walks by as his body presses you into your front door, forgetting the rest of the world.

You stay over the night before his patrols, always roused in the morning with a long, deep kiss before he picks up his boots and heads downstairs. On Fridays when he’s home, he sleeps at your house and walks you to your library, always carrying the box of books you have and helping you set up. The extra half hour he gives you with his help is filled with stolen kisses or sitting on his lap, reading aloud until the library doors open.

Everyone knows about the two of you now. Tommy’s big mouth didn’t help, one night after having one too many drinks at the Bison, he announces how his big brother has been made a “big ol’ softy” thanks to you. It’s a small town, news spreads quickly.

You sit together at community meetings and movie nights, his arm draped behind your chair, his fingertips tracing slow patterns on your shoulder.

Your lives become easily intertwined in the four months you’ve gotten to know him. It feels right. You leave art supplies at his place, he leaves an extra pair of boots at yours. The quiet, bookish artist teacher and the big bad, brooding flannel clad stranger fall for each other like it’s straight out of a film you’d wear out watching in your VCR.

It’s late Saturday afternoon, it’s been a long day at the library, made even longer than usual—today Joel returns from six nights away on patrol. You move quickly down the busy main street, nodding at friends and neighbors. Never stopping to chat or say hello. You only have one person on your mind… Joel. Every step you take, you hope more and more that he’s back.

Quick strides up his familiar walkway then two steps up to his door, you now know exactly how to turn the door knob so it doesn’t stick. The house smells like him… a little like sawdust, a little like leather, a little like coffee– it’s now your favorite scent. The comfortability of his home helps you name it.

“Joel? I’m heeeere,” you shout down his hallway slacking your backpack down your shoulders and laying it near his door. He told you just last week he was going to hang a hook for it. He always cares for your possessions because they’re yours. His thoughtfulness helps you to name it.

There’s no answer—but there is a small jar of flowers on his coffee table. Oranges, purples and pink hued petals packed together haphazardly, all picked out specifically because he knows they’re your favorite colors. You bring the flowers up to your nose and inhale their sweet fragrance. The delicate floral scent mixed with the familiar smell of Joel’s house helps you to name it.

You can’t help but smile as you imagine his large fingers holding such delicate blooms. His hand grabbing a jar out of the cupboard. His palms pressing dry against his plaid kitchen towel after filling the jar with water from the tap. His face as he takes a step back and intensely judges his arrangement for you. His back aching right in the spot that always ails him as he gently bends down to place the jar of flowers at the corner of his coffee table knowing it’ll be one of the first things you notice when you walk through his door. For someone who has lived and lost a thousand lives, for someone who should be forever cold and closed off to the world, romance is never lost on Joel. You can name the feeling. You’re in lo—

A sudden clash from the back of the house jolts you from your thoughts. You gently place the flowers back on the table and rush to the kitchen. A movement outside of the window catches your eyes—there he is. Joel. Working tirelessly, taking advantage of the warm summer weather, unable to sit still even after a long day on patrol. Your heart begins to race as you watch him throw logs of wood into a dilapidated wheelbarrow.

Your first instinct is to run to him, it’s been a long six nights of him away, but instead you stay in the shadows of the house, taking advantage of being able to stare and watch him work without being seen. His face is serious, focused on the task at hand, eyes staring straight forward, brow furrowed in concentration, mouth slightly open and frowning causing his mustache to turn downward. His stern expression makes you smile. He’s sweaty, you can tell by how golden and dewy his skin is in the sunlight. His strong arms glisten with sweat, the fabric of his gray shirt clings to his neck and chest straining with every lift and toss of a log. His hair, unruly and curling more as it grows longer, clings to his forehead, damp with the head his body radiates.

He pauses for a second, taking a glove off to wipe his brow. You can’t resist him any longer. You practically sprint to the back door, the creak of it swinging open catches his attention. Joel’s head turns, and when his eyes meet yours, his smile—goodness, his smile—wide, full of affection, his eyes disappearing behind crinkles at the corners. He takes quick steps towards you as you dash towards him, your footsteps falling faster as the distance between you is closed.

After almost a week of missing him, You’re finally swept up in his arms. You sigh, pressing your head against his chest, inhaling the heady scent of him in. His shirt is damp against your cheek, making the scent of him even stronger. He smells safe.

“Hi sweetheart, missed you,” he murmurs, his voice soft against your hair.

“Hi, welcome back, missed you too, so much,” you reply, your words spill out of your mouth, your happiness feels impossible to contain.

“Mm,” he hums, his hand sliding up to grab your chin, angling your face to look up at him. “Five days is a long time.” His gaze drops to your lips as he licks his own.

He leans down and presses his lips to yours with a tender kiss. His hands move to your face, one hand still clad in a glove, too eager to touch you to take the time to remove it. His thumbs press into your cheeks a little harder as he deepens the kiss. As your tongues begin to tangle and your hands begin to explore his broad back, he pulls his lips away.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers, his forehead resting against yours. “So happy to be home.”

You grin. “Thank you for my flowers, I love them.”

His breath catches in his chest, a happy sigh escaping him as he replies, “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, your smile widening. “They’re so beautiful. I’ve never gotten flowers before.”

He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. “Never?” His voice is low, almost in disbelief.

“Nope,” you say, shaking your head.

“Well darlin’, then I’m real glad you like them,” he smiles, his thumbs still brushing tenderly across your cheeks. You’ve found it easy before to doubt his feelings for you, convincing yourself it was easier to believe you’re living in a dream—where the man you had a crush on from afar somehow became the one you spent all of your extra time with. But this? The way he’s cradling your head in his hands, the way he’s smiling at you, the way his eyes are angled down to look into your eyes, the look on his face when he saw you in the doorway, the way his lips hesitated to pull away wanting to kiss you longer… it’s the same for him as it is for you.

“Let’s get inside,” Joel pulls you out of your reverie. “S’been a long day for me. Just started doing this to make the time go faster until you got here.” One simple sentence, but the meaning behind it hits you like a wave—he’s been waiting for you, just as eagerly as you’ve been waiting for him.

You nod, taking his hand as he leads you back into his house. The way he crowds you against the kitchen counter and kisses you sweetly helps you to name it.

The sun has long gone down, Saturday night is always your favorite night. Joel sits beside you on his couch, his hair still damp from his shower, his arm wrapped around your shoulder. You share a cup of after-dinner coffee, passing it back and forth—Joel always mindful to not gulp it down too quickly.

It’s become a shared routine for the two of you, something you both look forward to through the whole week. Low music hums from the stereo, usually a new band that you introduce to him. Some nights you’ll read aloud from the book you’re currently enjoying. Other times, Joel will drift off beside you, his head tilted back, his mouth slightly open and emitting little snores as you quietly sketch, perfectly content to let him rest. And most nights, you end up watching one of the few movies you have between your two households, the film quietly playing in the background as you inevitably fall asleep with your head in his lap.

But it always begins like this—slow, thoughtful discussions about life before everything changed. You’re always eager to talk and remember, letting them live for a while longer. Joel, though, tends to close up, perfectly happy to keep his memories locked away and let you do all of the reminiscing for the two of you. He always listens though, with that quiet attentiveness of his, a slight smile on his lips and the familiar look of adoration in his brown eyes that he always has when he watches you.

“You ever been in the ocean?” you ask, your voice soft in the quiet peace of the evening.

“Yeah, couple of times. Used to go to a beach town in Texas,” he replies, his answers always straight and to the point. “You?”

“Once,” you say, resting your head on Joel’s chest as the memory surfaces. “Went on a vacation to California when I was a kid. I don’t remember much about it, but I remember how I couldn’t believe how big the ocean was. I was scared to swim too far away from my dad, but I also wanted to just be taken away by the freedom of the waves...”

You pause, lost in the memory. Joel’s arm tightens around you, acting as your buoy in the ocean of memories and longing that begins to flood your brain.

“I miss swimming,” you continue. “I used to swim for my high school. I don’t even know if I’m any good at all now after all of these years. I used to stay in the water for hours… I miss the feeling of my body moving against it and feeling so weightless.”

You glance up at Joel, he’s fully present right with you whenever you get lost in your thoughts. Your words always make up for his lack. His attentive silence urges your memories on.

“We had one of those above-ground pools when I was younger,” you say with a smile. “I’d put the radio on and just float for hours. My mom would have to buy me oil treatments for my hair because it would get so dry from the chlorine. I hated the smell of it on my hair—it smelled like old lady perfume."

He chuckles softly, leaning in to press kiss to the top of your head. He pauses for a moment, inhaling deeply. “Always love how your hair smells now.”

“Rosemary and yarrow, my own mixture.”

“Love it, you always smell so good and sweet.”

You smile and glance up at him. “You always smell like such a man.”

“A man, huh?” He smirks, the lines around his eyes crinkling the exact way you love. You can always tell just how amused he is by how much his eyes disappear. You love that about him.

“Yeah, you just smell capable, always faintly like wood and leather. I love it.”

You love so many things about him. In fact, everything you know about him, you love. You love how gruff he can get when things don’t go his way—whether you beat him at a card game he brags about his prowess in or if he burnt the toast. You love that his first stop after learning of his patrol assignments is always your house, ready to spend whatever remaining time before leaving he has with you. You love the way he teases you, never cruel, always sweet, completely unaware of just how funny he is.

You love how he’ll always adjust the chain of your daisy pendant, gently moving the clasp to the back of your neck, his hand lingering against your skin. You love the comfortable silence that exists between the two of you, just as much as you love the small talk the two of you share. You love how your shoulders brush while you walk together just before he grabs your hand. You love how he displays the drawings you’ve given him around his home, turning it into a gallery of your work.

Most of all, you love how he’s become your closest friend, the one you share lighthearted inside jokes with over meals, the one who doesn’t blink when you answer the door wearing his shirt, knowing how much you love how soft and worn it is. You love him, in a ground-shaking, rip-roaring way. It feels kind of like being carried away by the ocean. The kind of love you never thought you’d find in a world like this.

Joel Miller—the man from Texas, so beautiful, so handsome, so strong, yet so soft. You know he’s lived a longer life than most even in the reality you and the world share now. You know just what he’s lost and what he’s sacrificed. He’s so complicated and layered, but somehow, with him, you can always tell exactly what he needs.

“You look a little lost there, sweetheart. You alright?” Joel’s voice is soft as he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is gentle and reverent.

“I’m okay,” you turn towards him, but the words catch in your throat. Your heart pounds against your chest, your stomach twists with nerves. You sit up on your knees, trying to steady yourself, then… you let it out. “Joel, I love you. I… I think I’m in love with you,” you breathe out in one, long nervous breath.

As soon as your words leave your lips, your anxiety spikes. Your heart races in your chest, your nerves overtake your heart and mind… until the sight before you quiets all of them.

Joel blinks with the realization of your words as his eyes look into yours. A slow, crooked grin spreads across his face, the kind that deepens the dimple in his cheek. He lets out a low, relieved breath.

“I love you too sweetheart. So much,” he says, his voice gravelly with emotion. “Been feeling this way for quite a while now… just didn’t want to spook you. Hell, damn near kept me up the first night I realized it. Pretty sure I loved you since the first day you showed up on my doorstep in those overalls with your box full of pretty colors wanting to make me something.”

It’s been named.

It’s as golden as Joel’s skin, deepened by the long summer days. It’s as warm as the coffee he pours out into the chipped owl mug you both share. It’s as sweet as the scent of the flowers he picked just for you. It’s as safe as being wrapped in his arms, your body pressed against his.

It’s love.

“I love you,” you whisper, tears pooling in your eyes.

“Say it again sweetheart,” Joel murmurs, pulling you into his chest. Your body sinks into his, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like his chest was molded just for you.

“I love you.”

“Sounds perfect coming out of your mouth,” he says, his hand gently lifting your chin so your eyes meet his. “I love you too.”

His lips meet yours in a soft, tender kiss. You melt into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you deepen it.

He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he gazes into your eyes with the emotion you can now name… love. He leans in to place soft kisses along your jawline, each one peppered with a quick declaration of love. You giggle in his hold, finding it hard to contain the happiness over hearing Joel Miller—steady, strong and quiet—repeat "I love you" over and over. It all feels like a dream.

The world fades, the loneliness and uncertainty of the past slips away, as his plush lips leave a sweet kiss against yours.

“What’s so funny, pretty girl?” he asks, with a wide grin.

“Nothing… just… God, I’m glad I finally said it. I didn’t know how long it would take before… I just… blurted it out.”

He chuckles softly, his breath tickling your face. “It was getting hard not telling you… you’re all I ever think about.”

Your heart swells at his words.

“Now come on sweetheart,” he says, standing up and stretching out his hand. “I want to take the girl I love to bed.”

You used to call your home your sanctuary, but now, you’ve found a new oasis—Joel’s bedroom, the second room down the hall upstairs. The light gray walls, the chair in the corner where he always lays his clothes out “just in case,” crates of records and an old record player that hisses loudly, the simple bedside table, one drawer now filled with your things, the hanging bookshelf that you keep some of your favorite books on now. And of course—his bed covered in a dark gray thin quilt he uses in the warm months that always smells of him.

Now, you lay under that same soft quilt, your body clad in nothing but his shirt. As he stands at the edge of the bed, removing his jeans and shirt, his eyes never leave you. The way he moves, lifting the covers as he slips into bed beside you, feels different this time. The way he exhales against your forehead as he kisses it, this time it feels different. This time he pulls you closer, clutching his hands against your back tighter.

Your bare legs intertwine with his, your hands rest against his chest as he leans in for a kiss. His lips are soft, but insistent, it’s the first time you’ve kissed him in his room since the two of you confessed your love.

It all started with a glance months ago, a nervous meeting in his living room, an accident leaving you splayed out on the road in front of his home, an early morning walk to your library, and a mural to help him to remember his past. And now, Joel Miller is kissing you in his bed, surrounded by all of his things, inside his home.

You lean back from the kiss, the soft light of the lamp he’s left on bathing the room in aureate tones. “I love you,” you whisper, the hazel in his eyes shimmer as he gives you the same crooked smile he blessed you with earlier.

“I love you, so much sweetheart,” he returns against your lips, kissing you. The deep timbre of his words radiate through your body, spreading warmth through your limbs as you open your mouth and his tongue licks against yours.

Your hands grab his hair, fingers wrapping around his curly tendrils, breath hitching as he kisses down your neck, goosebumps covering your skin when his tongue dips out to lick the sensitive spot between your neck and collarbone. His hand snakes down to the hem of his shirt you’re wearing to lift up and remove it, taking the opportunity to roll you on your back, planting himself above you. His tongue roams down your body to lick and lave all over your now bare chest, dragging it back up to your mouth leaving a chaste kiss on your lips before moving back down to take a nipple in his mouth.

You squirm underneath him feeling the weight of his cock resting against your thigh, you want him so bad. His hand grabs your ass as you bring your leg up to give him more access to your now aching cunt.

The two of you have fooled around in his bed, you’ve explored each other’s bodies, you’ve had him in your mouth, he’s had you in his, but there’s been a silent agreement between the two of you to not take it a step further. Tonight? Tonight that’s going to change.

You reach a hand down to palm him through his briefs, feeling the hard length of him pressing against your touch. He smiles against your chest as you moan at the sensation, heat pooling between your legs. His hand moves from your ass to your wetness, fingers tracing a teasing line from your entrance to your clit and back again. "So wet for me," he growls, his thick finger dipping inside you while his thumb rubs against your sensitive nub.

“Joel,” you whimper when he adds another finger, “make love to me.”

"I will, baby," he replies, voice husky with need. "It's all I've wanted to do. Just need to get you ready for me." With that, he plunges his fingers deeper. Your legs tremble as his two thick fingers fuck you through an orgasm, your slick juices spilling out onto his skilled fingers. Your hands cling onto the sheets as you stare wide eyed at his handsome face.

“S’beautiful. My beautiful girl, love how you cum for me.”

“Please,” you beg, desperation lacing your words. “Please let me feel you inside me.”

His hand pets softly against your knee, reminding you of the way he tenderly touched you on the day you fell in front of his home. A tumble from a rock setting in motion your love story with Joel Miller. And now, you’re here, in his bed begging for him to make love to you because of that one little rock. You wish you could put it on display in your home.

A deep groan escapes his lips as he leans back on his haunches. He pulls down his briefs, his cock springs free, so hard and so ready. He’s all yours and he loves you. His large body climbs over you, engulfing you underneath his broadness, it’s the only place you’ve ever wanted to be since the first day you laid eyes on him.

Your hips instinctively rise, trying to get his throbbing cock closer to you. Your legs spread open, offering yourself to him willingly.

He leans in, kissing your neck and making his way up to your mouth. You eagerly take hold of his cock and begin to pump it, bringing him closer to your aching entrance.

With a loving grin on his face that you match, he slowly enters you. It stings in the best way possible as he fills you up inch by inch. You have to remind yourself to breathe when he slowly begins to move in and out of you.

“I love you,” tears prick at the edges of your eyes, you’ve never felt so secure, so warm, and so full as Joel begins to make love to you. Your legs wrap around his waist while your hands run up and down his broad chest and stomach, feeling his muscles pulse as he moves inside of you.

“Love you too baby, so much,” he groans as your pussy flutters around him.

Every part of him is everything you've ever wanted - a protector, a listener, a lover. As he takes his time, languidly entering and exiting and rocking his hips against yours, all you can think about is how lucky you are to have him in your life.

You moan praises to Joel as he thrusts into you, filling you perfectly.

His grunts mix with your moans as his plush lips capture yours. His nose bumping against you as he increases his pace, overwhelming you.

His strong body, his wide cock, his unrelenting love for you. You grab his biceps tightly as your orgasm builds, your core clenching around him. You’ve never had him this way, and you fear you’ll never get enough of it.

“Yes baby,” he grunts, pushing himself harder and faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "Cum for me, cum for me. I love you."

You gasp “I love you” as your orgasm crescendos, nails digging into his arms, heart beating rapidly against your chest, body quivering underneath Joel as he fucks into your soaked cunt.

With a low, guttural growl, he pulls out and shoots his warm release across your stomach.

You stare at the sight, his face blissed out after cumming all over you. His mouth hangs open as he pants for air, a single curl of his hair falling forward as his big brown eyes stare into yours.

"I love you sweetheart," he whispers, before dipping his head down to kiss you.

"Love you," you say against his lips.

Whatever you did to deserve Joel Miller’s love, whatever brought him to you, whether it’s a rock or fate in the apocalypse, whatever caused this love between the two of you, it’s like a myth.

He rolls off of you with a satisfied chuckle, tangled sheets surrounding your entwined bodies. The room feels different now, after yours and Joel’s repeated testimonials of love.

“I love you,” Joel says again, turning his head, his eyes sparkling with affection. The small smile he gives you makes your heart leap.

“I love you too,” you respond, mirroring his smile.

“Never will get tired of that,” he says as he sits up and swings his legs off the bed. He stands up and stretches with a long, content sigh, the muscles of his back glistening with sweat in the dim light of the lamp. “I'll be right back.”

You nod, stretching out your limbs and take in the sight of Joel’s seed splattered across your stomach. Love had always seemed like an unattainable concept in this world... let alone true intimacy. But now, with your muscles relaxed and heart full, it feels like there could be a happy future ahead of you.

The tap in the bathroom turns on and then off, and Joel returns with a warm towel to dab away the evidence of your lovemaking on your skin. It's such an intimate and caring gesture, making you shyly smile at him. In return, he sends you a soft wink as he gently dries off your skin. The way he takes pride in taking care of you, how could you not have fallen in love with him?

Joel tosses the towel into his hamper, turns the lamp off and lies back down beside you, the bed creaking softly under his weight. He pulls you close, wrapping his strong arms around your shoulders, and you settle against him, your head resting on his chest. You feel his heart beating steadily beneath you.

“Can’t believe we finally did that,” Joel murmurs into your hair, his voice low and warm. You smile against his chest.

“It was… perfect,” you whisper, your fingers tracing lazy patterns across his skin. “I never knew it could feel like this.”

He hums. “I didn’t either. I’ve been living half a life for so long, but now…” His voice trails off.

“Now it feels whole,” you finish. “Like… I’ve been waiting for someone like you.”

“Yeah,” he replies, his breath warm against the crown of your head. “Exactly that sweetheart.”

As you lay there, wrapped in Joel’s arms, you drift off to sleep. The steady rhythm of his breathing and the heat of his body against yours lulls you to sleep, the last words you hear are "I love you" whispered gently against your neck by Joel.

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•*ੈ♡⸝ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐃𝐨 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞⋆

𝑷𝑶𝑽: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 *𝗵𝗶𝘀* 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝗗𝗮𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗶

Would switch to serious mode 2.0 (as if he's not serious enough).

Despite his professionalism, he would be internally screaming "She's watching, don't mess up. Don't mess up. Don't mess up." in his head.

"HEY! THAT'S MY GIRL, GO GET YOUR OWN." To Hinata once he senses that the said first year is getting your attention with his cuteness.

Isn't big on PDAs but you might catch a few gentle smiles and quick pecks when no one's looking. („• ֊ •„)

𝗞𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗼

"Guys, try not to embarrass me in front of my girlfriend, okay?"

Would turn up his charm, showing off his skills more than usual.

Would get the team to accidentally show off too.

Expect a lot of playful banter, both directed at you and involving you in jokes with the team. He loves seeing you laugh.

Would ask you to 'talk some sense' to Kenma resulting to "Kenma, listen to your mother." jokes from the team.

𝗢𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮

Would make sure everyone knows you're his girlfriend, not that anyone was in doubt. "Ladies and gentlemen, this ace is dedicating today's practice to his lovely girlfriend!"

Expect some exaggerated PDA and possessive arm-around-shoulder moments.

Would feel the need to impress you with every serve and spike, probably causing a few blunders due to overthinking.

Would flirt with you non-stop that his teammates might roll their eyes due to his antics.

𝗨𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗺𝗮

"Hello, thanks for coming. You can sit here."

Mostly unfazed but would occasionally glance at you.

During breaks, he'd come over and check on you, giving you comments about how happy he is that you came to watch.

His teammates would notice a slight smile on his usually stern face.

Tendo would tease the two of you during breaks and he would slightly blush.

𝗕𝗼𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗼

"Baaaaaaabeeeeee!!!!" His already high energy would skyrocket once you arrive he'd basically be bouncing off the walls with excitement.

Would be all over the place, trying to show off his spikes.

Expect a lot of mood swings, especially if he messes up in front of you.

Akaashi would occasionally step in to keep him grounded, and would often ask for your help in calming Bokuto down.

He expects you to baby him during breaks so he quickly runs to you to hear compliments from you as you wipe his sweat.

𝗞𝗶𝘁𝗮

Would momentarily be surprised and then touched. He would greet you with a hug, hold your hand, and then lead you to a spot where you can sit "I didn't know you were coming. I would've prepared something for you to snack on while you watch. Would you be okay here?"

Would introduce you to the team in his usual calm manner with just a hint of pride in his eyes. "This is my girlfriend." He'd say simply, leaving them to marvel at how he managed to date someone without ever mentioning it.

Would continue running drills with precision as per usual, only glancing your way from time to time to ensure you're comfortable.

Would make subtle gestures to show you he cares like handing you a towel or a bottle of water.

Would walk you home after practice, looking fondly at you as you tell him how amazing he was.

#haikyuu #sawamura daichi #kuroo tetsurou #oikawa tooru #bokuto koutarou #ushijima wakatoshi #kita shinsuke #karasuno #nekoma #fukurodani #aoba johsai #shiratorizawa #inarizaki #anime

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blairstales · 2 years ago

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Healing Wells and Fairy Trees

Healing wells, which are springs or small pools of water thought to be magical, have a long history of tradition that dates back to pagan times.

“In pagan times, wells and springs were believed to be inhabited by a spirit or divinity, who caused the waters to have healing properties to those who drank of them or bathed in them, at the same time propitiating the divinity with an offering.” “The misty isle of Skye : Its scenery, It’s people, Its story” by Eneas Mackay, Stirling, (1927)

I am going to try to cover the basics of them as quick as possible, so please bear with me if I skip bits as I try to keep this post a reasonable length. If I miss a fact you love, please share it for everyone to read.

“Wherever there was a spring, there was life; where-ever there was life, there was a spirit; and each river and loch, each burn and tarn, each bubbling spring had its own deity. In some instances, this primitive guardian deity is found in animal form. Martin mentions a well at Kilbride, in Skye, with only one trout in it. ‘The natives are very tender of it,’ he says, ‘and though they may catch it in their wooden pails, they are careful to prevent it from being destroyed.’ In the well at Kilmore, in Lome, there used to be two fishes that were revered by the folk as lasg sianta, holy fishes.” The Silver Bough: Volume 1 by F. Marian McNeill (1957-1968)

It could be gathered that each holy well in Scotland once had a known spirit or fairy living there, but even the water itself was said to hold power. Jumping over running water was said to be protection from some unseelie fairies, and streams were often were the sites of important events.

“A bargain made over running water was indissoluble. It is the old calling of water as a witness. Lovers who desired to plight their vows with peculiar solemnity repaired to a burn, stood on opposite banks, dipped their fingers into the water, clasped hands across the stream, and so exchanged their vows. It was thus that Burns plighted his troth with Highland Mary.” The Silver Bough: Volume 1 by F. Marian McNeill (1957-1968)

Today, most the wells now go by the name of a Saint. As well as that, while they were mostly referred to as healing wells in the past, their function now is often described as “wishing wells.” There are exceptions to this, though, such as the Fairy Well in one of the islands of the Shetland that was said to often be visited by fairies who would occasionally switch it from water into wine,get drunk, and cause mischief.

As well as that, the trees or bushes which once held the offerings — most commonly a rag from your own clothes — are now sometimes known as wishing trees or fairy trees.

“When trees beside wells had rags hung on them as offerings, they would naturally be reverenced, as the living altars for the reception of the gifts.” Folklore of Scottish Lochs and Springs by James M. Mackinlay (1893)

(Tony Atkin / Strips of Cloth on the Cloutie Tree / CC BY-SA 2.0)

However, other wells had other traditions as well. There might not be a tree or bush at all, and could instead be a stone to place offerings on. Even the types of traditional offerings can change drastically.

“The Cheese Well, on Minchmoor, in Peeblesshire, was so called from the pieces of cheese thrown into it by passers-by as offerings to the fairies.” Folklore of Scottish Lochs and Springs by James M. Mackinlay (1893)

Historically, if possible, you would try to visit a well on a quarter day before the sun was up. Then, there would be a strict set of customs. Some common themes include

Walking three times around the well.

Silvering the water (throwing in a silver coin).

Thinking of your wish while drinking from the well.

Dipping your offering in the water.

Placing your offering at the designated place.

Leave before the sun comes up.

I would not recommend drinking out of a well today, as some have signs saying the water is no longer safe. Instead, there are fairy trees or clootie trees that still have the tradition of leaving a strip of cloth, but do not have a well attached to them. The most popular of these is likely the Doon Hill and Fairy Knowe.

NOTE

If you do visit one of these sites:

For Clootie Wells: Do not bring modern synthetic fabric, since it is hard on wildlife and can kill the trees over time. There are also regular cleanups at many sites dedicated to removing such harmful fabrics. Instead, bring a biodegradable fabric. Instead, bring biodegradable fabrics, such as 100% wool or cotton.

Coin Trees: Do not hammer hammer coins into trees. The original “wishing” tree on Isle Maree died from this, so people have moved on to other trees unrelated to the tradition. It might seem harmless, but the bark is the trees immune system, that people are hammering open. As well as that, most people us copper coins, which cause copper poisoning to the tree.

Coin Wells: Some wells do ask for a coin offering, but specifically a silver coin. Copper coins can cause copper poisoning to the fish.

Finally, please research the history of the area. Not all the healing wells ask for the same offerings, and yet many people ignore that; for example, tying offerings to random trees at a well that only has the traditions of coins. As I have said above, a well even has the tradition of cheese offerings, so not all wells are the same.

Despite this, some people have started leaving plastic toys, shoes, and more. If it’s not biodegradable, its not respecting the tradition, and can kill the site.

#folklore #ScottishFolklore #Scottish Folklore #history #scottishhistory #mythology #magic #fairies #fae #pagan #paganism #scottishpaganism #PaganScotland #animism #PAGANSCOTLAND #SacredSprings #Folkmagic

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adviserbabycom · 2 years ago

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Best Graco Travel Systems & Strollers Reviews

If you're a parent-to-be or have a young baby, then you know Graco is a top brand in the baby industry. Graco strollers are some of the most popular on the market, and it can be tough to decide which one is best for your needs. In this article, we will provide comprehensive reviews of all the best Graco strollers on the market. We'll also give you some useful tips on how to choose the right Graco stroller for your family. Comparison Best Graco Travel Systems Comparison of Best Graco Strollers of 2023 The Best Graco Full-Sized Travel System The Best Graco Lightweight Travel System The Best Graco Jogger Travel System The Best Graco Double Stroller The Graco Ready2Grow LX 2.0 is the perfect stroller for parents with growing families. This small-folding stroller rides like a double, but folds like a single stroller, making transport and storage easy. The included two stroller seats, a bench seat, and a standing platform provide multiple options as your family grows. The close-to-you rear seat makes connecting with the baby easier. The Graco Ready2Grow LX 2.0 is compatible with all Graco infant car seats and accepts two at once. The Best Graco Lightweight Stroller The Best Graco Full-Sized Stroller The Best Graco Jogger Stroller The Best Graco Jogger Travel System Graco FastAction Fold Jogging Stroller Review Best Graco jogging stroller Introducing the Graco FastAction Fold Jogging Stroller, the ultimate in convenience for moms on the go! This stroller includes the Graco SnugRide 35 Infant Car Seat, rear-facing for infants from 4-35 pounds and up to 32 inches tall. The one-second, one-hand fold provides the Ultimate inconvenience, while air-filled rubber tires offer suspension for a smooth ride on any terrain. A locking front swivel wheel makes it easy to transition from daily strolling to jogging, while deluxe padding and a multi-position reclining seat keep your baby comfortable. https://youtu.be/mXOiu3cwLU4 Hi, my name is Jessica Mommy Inspiration, and this is J&J family blocks. This is an updated stroller video. We're expecting our second baby. And it's been almost three years since we've had this stroller. And I wanted to give you a more up-to-date Graco FastAction Fold Jogger Travel System review for you guys, but then I'll leave a link below for the description of it on Amazon first, I'm just going to review the stroller here. It was very easy to put together. It came right outta the box and you didn't have to screw anything. It was, you just had to pop in the, uh, parts that you needed to, and it was just really folded up. And then you just had to click and, and pop the other parts in. So it was really easy to assemble and it didn't take long at all. This is how we fold it up. And this is how we put it up little lever right here. It says: fold strap right here And pull to fold. You take this, you pull, fold, pull it up and you gotta take a, a nice firm pulls too. It's not, it's not easy. And then you just push the two ends together and then you make sure it lands on this kickstand it has underneath. And that should just come on out, along with the stroller as you fold it up and how to bring it back up again. What I do, I put my hand here on this little corner and I hold the handle and I just pull with my left hand here and I pull with the handle up until it's straight like this. Then you lock it in by pushing the seat in and you hear that little click. And if you hear the click, that means it's locked and you can start, you know, jogging with your baby after you strap them in. But this stroller is really easy and it really does GL along while you're walking or jogging. And it turns very sharp. I'll show you how sharp it turns. It can turn all the way around in a circle without even having to move around the back wheel. That's how sharp it moves. And it's glide right on over in the rocks, your, um, your dirt, and even like, paved sidewalks and stuff. This is a really good smooth stroller. Now I'll show you guys the features that the stroller has. First, I'll start off with the top. This is supposed to be where it holds your cell phone, and this is supposed to be the little compartment inside. And I put my keys in, in here, keys, your wallet, or whatever you don't want falling out of your pocket. But this right here is for small phones or smaller phones. This is a Samsung Galaxy S 7 or size reference and it's, and it can't hold the cell phone, but, it would kind of fit in here. Can't exactly close it, but it does fit in the cup holder and it comes with two cup holders, of course, and it has this little peek AOU window. If you wanted to check on the bay and this little Velcro here to keep the sun out of its eyes like that. And then whenever you're not using it, fold it back up. I never really used this, so it's not really important to me, but in case anybody wanted to close it, that's what that is. And this folds all the way back and here's where you would put your toddler or your baby. It, this is it. This is what it looks like laying all the way back, all the way back flat. And this is what it looks like sitting straight up. See how it goes straight up to. And I like that too because it helps them be able to look around a lot better when they get older, they can. And I wanna show you guys how to, how to fold it down. You gotta come to the back here and this little window right here, and it has this. All you have to do is pull it up, see how it goes up a little bit, and then push it back down with your right hand or your opposite hand. I wanna show you guys the 4-point harness straps. This is a little tricky for any first-time moms or anybody Who's not used to babies, putting them in? You have to take the lap strap. You have two lap straps, one for the left, one for the right, and you have two shoulder straps, one for the left, and one for the right. And so you put the baby down, right? The baby's laying down and you have to take one of the shoulder straps, put it over the baby's shoulder and take one of the lap straps and stick the side of the bottom part of the shoulder strap, and then click in the leg strap here that goes in between the legs. And it clicks like that. That's a little tricky for anybody. Who's not used to fastening kids in straps? Same for the opposite side. You put it over the shoulder and here's the lap strap. And it goes in like that. And then you gotta do the strap that goes between the legs and it snaps just like that. And so the baby is in the stroller securely in the 5-point harness and to get it, to undo the, do all of them at the same time, this little button here. And it does, 'em all at the same time. That's a good feature too, cuz then it's all out and you just one click, and you pull 'em out. The material is very slick. So be very careful when you are putting the babies in, it is very slick. The baby could fall out, you know, depending on how wiggly they are, how small they are, and what kind of clothes they have is a very slick and smooth silky. I guess you could call it, uh, material that it has. And the same for the carrier. The carrier has the same materials. Just, I wanted to put that out there just for any first-time moms or moms that really never really thought about it. So I learned that, that it gets really slippery. So you need to hurry up and put the babies in and strap. 'em in really good. So they don't slip out and here's a nice foot wrist for the, for the kids. And it's really good for long, long walks. And this is the basket I had the seat sitting straight up just so you guys can get a really good look at it. But when you do have to lay the seat down, you do lose some room in the basket, but this is the basket. It is a good size basket in, in the front of it right here. I wanna show you guys this little pocket. It has a wrist strap that you would use while you're jogging. So when you're jogging and you fall down the jogger, doesn't keep going without you. So this is just a safety precaution. You just roll it right back up and put it back in this little pocket. And there is enough room in this pocket to put something else, you get like a hidden item, like your, uh, keys or your wallet or something. And nobody really wouldn't be able to see it because it's kind of hidden. Nobody would think about looking into that. What I keep in my of asking is the air pump that I have here. This did not come with the stroller. We had to buy them separately. So I'll even link down below in the description box. If you guys wanna check this out, this is the tire pump. We did have to pump some air into the tires. After we assembled it, I would recommend getting some type of air pump for you guys to pump whenever air is needed for the tires. The last thing for the stroller is the tray that I have here. And it's really easy to take off. It has these two gray buttons underneath it, one behind each cup holder. You push it in whenever you need to pull it out, but to put it back on, just stick it in that groove and let it click and click and it's in to bring it out. You push those grade buttons. I just showed you and you pull it straight up. There are these two snaps. You have to make sure that are snapped while your child is using the stroller. And it's these two snaps right here with this cloth. Gotta snap it like that. And the opposite side, just like that, I guess. So their little fingers don't get into that little hole. That's back there or they don't get pinched. I think that's what those are for. Here's the carrier. If you wanna use the carrier and put it in the stroller, there are a few things you have to do. First. You do have to have the tray on. You have to have these little snaps. Unsnapped here for it to fully lay flat on there and you have to lay the seat all the way. The, so what I showed you guys earlier all the way back, where it's flat, as flat as it can go take the carrier. You have the baby facing toward the handle towards you. This, this part goes into where the tray is and you stick it in like that until you hear it click. And when you hear those multiple clicks, that means it is in, but I always do an extra shake, an extra Jule just to make sure it is secure and nothing pops out. So that's what I've learned. Cuz sometimes when you hear only two clicks, some another click is the, sometimes you don't hear all of 'em just to be extra. Sure. I do an extra push and an extra Cub to make sure it's really snug in there. And to get the baby out, you would pull this red handle that's right here at the end you would put your four fingers here, your thumb up here and you would pull straight up and then use your left hand or right hand you hold onto it and you lift it straight up and it comes right on out. So now that I showed you guys the stroller and how to put the car here in the stroller. Now, I'll show you guys the car seat base, where we put the carrier in the base facing the rear. This is a 2016 Toyota Corolla. I wanna show you how easy it is to put the carrier in and out of the car. And I'm also gonna show you guys the stroller and if it fits in the back trunk of the car, so your baby would be in right and be all strapped in. And it's a 5-point harness. You lift it right over on the top. Make sure this groove here goes into here just so you know that you're doing it right? And this part goes in this little indention here and it should snap. I like what I do with the stroller. I push it down and make sure all of it clicks. And then I pull a tug up and make sure it doesn't come undone. And that's how you put it in. Now I'll show you how to pull it out. That red handle, I showed you guys outside. You have to pull it all the way up, just like you had to do in the stroller and with your opposite hand, hold onto the handle and pull straight up. And it should come right on out. And it's really fast and easy. It only takes a couple of seconds each time putting them in and then putting them out, which I find is really convenient when it's raining or when you're in a hurry to get into the house. f it's really cold outside, all you have to do is stick in and they're good. And you can get in your seat and start warming up the car or vice versa, start cooling down the car. Or if it's raining, you just come grab it, pull it out, and then safely hurry inside. So if it's raining and then it's that fast, and this is how to put the stroller in the trunk first to make it a little bit more room, you take the tray off and you put that to the side and then we break it down or we fold it up. You pull the hold straight up and then let it squeeze it as close as you can together like that. I find it easier to make sure the big wheels are on the bottom and the small wheel is on top. Make sure it's locked with that right there. That way it's locked. I make it sideways. I make it like this and I just pick it up like this. It is heavy. Put it in like this and then try to get this wheel on that side and move it over like that. And that's how we put it in the trunk of our small car because we have a lot of people asking questions about that. I just put the wheels in first and then just slowly wheel themselves in there. And as you can see, it's a tight fit, but we still have even a little extra room for other stuff. 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slytherinsnekxvii · 3 years ago

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let's talk about lily evans and the marauders, aka moony, wormtail, padfoot and prongs. given that i didn't use their actual names, i think you can figure out where this is going. it's also long as hell, so. canon vs fanon, marauder edition, except snek is sleep deprived.

now, before we begin, i don't dislike the marauders. or lily, tbh. if I'm being perfectly, genuinely honest, i still go back and forth sometimes but they've been growing on me for a while now. the canon versions, at least. fanon does them real dirty, and that's part of why i'm writing this, because i'm genuinely tired of it. it's an injustice.

you can at least make excuses for james and lily, who were so undeveloped that jkr practically dropped a fill-in-the-blank sheet of character information in our laps, but sirius, remus and peter were around long enough for y'all to get real acquainted with them.

in canon, sirius black is an unhinged mf. genuinely. this isn't to say he's a bad guy, in fact, we see that he's still capable of doing good things, still capable of love, still capable of all the things that prove he's actually not bad at heart, just,,, severely traumatised and very steeped in negativity from his time with the dementors. what i'm saying is that this man is absolutely, no questions asked, no holds barred demented, and how could he not be? the guy sat wrongfully imprisoned in azkaban for twelve years, a good portion of which he spent as a dog in order to protect himself from the dementors. he certainly wasn't completely insane, but you cannot tell me that he was all there. he got out of azkaban fuelled almost solely by the intent to get revenge on pettigrew, tried to commit murder in front of three witnesses who were also children—one of whom was his godson—ate rats and was also malnourished, which i'm certain did not help the situation any. this man is off his goddamn rocker, and you know what? you love to see it. good for him.

oh, but, snek, that's what he's like as an adult. what about when they were at school? before azkaban? my guy, the reaction he has to grimmauld place is not the reaction of someone without trauma. i don't believe that walburga and orion were the type to physically abuse their children, but whatever happened in that house helped to fuck him up enough that he skipped the joke of part of practical joke, and pranked snape by telling him how to meet a werewolf that he knew would be fully transformed and dangerous to humans. more than that, the werewolf was remus, whom he's friends with, and who—best case scenario—would be facing a trial if james hadn't stepped in. you can say that maybe he didn't think about or understand the gravitas of his actions, but at the end of it, that's not how properly sane people react to people they dislike, and that's not how they treat their friends. if anything, it reads like he was in the middle of a breakdown and absolutely losing his shit and he wasn't thinking at all.

my guy went through some serious shit, and was in no way completely mentally stable. we can see pretty clearly that he's got a serious dark side to him that probably would have gone unbridled had he not disagreed with his family, and yet, fanon took one look at him and went, "teehee, uwu bad boi go vroom."

fanon said padfoot is a pretty boy with nice hair who is tastefully traumatised from his horribly abusive household. sirius rides his motorcycle and plays jokes and flirts with anything that moves, but he can do no real wrong and always comes back to his soft, bookish, chocolate-loving boyfriend remus, who will laugh about his lycanthropy and quietly disapprove but secretly laugh at his friends' antics while hiding his smile in his cardigan.

respectfully, what in the absolute fuck.

i'd put that meme in here if i could, the one that's like, "well done, you've broken _______ down to its bare essentials," but no. i can't bc it doesn't even apply. this isn't a meme, it's theseus' fucking ship.

fanon broke it down, and replaced the pieces one by one until we got to this point, where we need to sit down and ask ourselves, "is this even the same character?"

the answer is no, by the way. it isn't. when people talk about woobifying characters—you know, taking away every flaw they have, romanticising everything they do and making them only capable of doing good, wonderful, lovely things?—this is what we mean.

and it'd be one thing if it was just the one character, but, no. fanon went all in and made them all squeaky clean and boring, especially peter, who draws the shortest of the straws.

remus got fucked, too. not just because fanon insists on sticking him into a relationship with sirius. which, we'll tackle wolfstar in a bit, but that's not even the worst of it. here, we have yet another example of blatant, rampant woobifying. again, is he a bad person? no. we know he's a good guy, we know he's generally kind and well-mannered, we know that he wants to fo the right thing but hey, fun fact. did you know that you can be nice and a coward? did you know that you can be benevolent and good and kindly and have the greatest of intentions and still be shady as fuck? no? ask dumbledore. the man played people like chess pieces when he needed to, and he was a twinkly grandpa. these are things that can coexist.

teenage remus is a coward who, understandably, does not stand up to his friends, likely for fear of being ostracised, and doesn't uphold his prefect duties as he should and takes part in their bullying of snape as a result. he lets them romp with him in werewolf form while they are in their animagus forms and then, he lets them continue to do so even after they have multiple close calls, which, again, had anything happened, would have resulted in a trial in the best case scenario.

grownup remus is still a coward, he tells no one that sirius can move about the school in his animagus form despite wholeheartedly believing that he's a mass murderer, he tries to run out on his wife and unborn kid. he isn't deliberately making attempts to harm anyone, but he's content to sit back and let things happen to him and around him so he doesn't rock the boat, although he is capable of action, which we see when he is more than willing to help sirius merk pettigrew in the shack. he can be careless, he runs out to the shack knowing he hasn't taken his wolfsbane and ends up transforming in front of the students he, as a teacher, is meant to be protecting. of course, this doesn't negate his good qualities, it just bears repeating that his flaws do exist, and they're pretty serious.

fanon moony is always pleasant and kind and soft-spoken and bookish, and he always has to have his chocolate. he knows when to tell off his friends, and he'll do it, even if he's secretly amused by everything they do and laughs about it with his best friend, lily evans, who coincidentally spends all her time with them so he and sirius can go on double dates with james and lily and no one has to remember peter exists.

why. theseus' ship 2.0. does the actual character still exist or is this something entirely different thing bearing the same name?

as for peter, who needs peter pettigrew, the actual, legitimate, fourth marauder when you have lily evans? canon pettigrew is opportunistic as fuck. he's latching himself to the biggest bad on the block and he's going all in. for teenage peter, that was james and sirius, and for adult peter, that's voldemort. canon peter is good enough at transfiguration to master the animagus transformation, just like his friends, and he's good enough at potions to brew the potion that gives voldemort a body. and honestly, you can't say he wasn't brave. he could've run off somewhere and died, or changed his identity or something after he faked his death and framed sirius, but, no. he goes and resurrects voldemort. that's fucked up, yeah, but it happened and honestly, i respect that it. he stuck to his guns.

fanon wormtail is lucky if he exists beyond being a spineless sycophant for james and sirius, or an evil conniving little rat who's looking to toss his entire friend group to the wolves at eleven.

of course, this isn't meant to negate his bad qualities, he still murdered people and framed sirius and sold out the potters to die, but his good characteristics do exist, and james, sirius and remus genuinely were his friends.

and now, we get to lily and james.

we have hardly any information on either of them. they're a pair of cardboard cutouts that we can paint and stick flyers to and colour outside the lines however we want. we can do whatever the fuck, as long lily is brave and smart and somewhat kind and james is brave and willing to die for his family. we were essentially handed a pair of ocs.

and yet.

what little bits of canon we have are thrown out of the window regardless.

james is privileged and rich, and he throws hexes for fun. he's willing to hex lily when she disagrees with him, and then, he goes behind her back to continue hexing snape after she believes that he's stopped doing so. and that's all we know about him until he dies for his family at twenty-one years old. once again, say it with me: this does not negate his good qualities. he definitely had them, he took sirius in when sirius ran away from home, he became an animagus to keep remus company as a wolf, and he saved snape in the shack, thereby saving remus and sirius by extension. him having flaws does not make him a bad person.

fanon prongs is a feminist. he fights for equal rights for women everywhere, and he constantly treats his girlfriend, lily, like an absolute queen. he's the hottest boy in school and everyone claps when he walks through the halls. mcgonagall and dumbledore are always patting him on the back and making jokes with him. he has a built-in dark detector that helps him sense when someone is a evil and needs to he punished.

give me a break. the dude's cool and all, but was the gary stu treatment necessary?

...oh, he needed to match fanon lily? right, right.

canon lily is a contradiction unto herself. she's supposedly a great friend, but since we see her at a point where they were already drifting apart, we see her putting little effort into keeping their friendship afloat. she victim blames based on rumours, she doesn't seem to care over much about what snape has to say about the people who have been tormenting him since day one. and she's justified, of course, she doesn't have to stick around. canon lily is a bit of hypocrite, she says that snape calls everyone of her birth mudblood, but then that begs the question why she still hangs around with him if that's the case. he calls her mudblood, she retaliates by calling him snivellus, and finishes up with a dig about his underwear, which, sure, it's kicking a man with a rusty spoon and pouring salt in the wound, but she's, again, justified. i get where she was coming from. and then, of course, she dies for her kid after marrying the guy who relentlessly bullied her quote-unquote best friend for their entire school careers. but, like i said, canon lily is, in many ways, a contradiction.

lily is basically a plot device. she pushes everyone's narrative but her own, and does little else.

of course, this trend would continue in fanon. fanon lily exists to be the perfect girl who gets really angry over the slightest injustice, and of course, she gets to be one half of one of the oldest enemies-to-lovers "it was just sexual tension" cliche pairings in the book. she's just,,, a mary sue. in so many fics, so many headcanons, she's just pettigrew's stand-in, a girl to form a gang with marlene, mary and dorcas—who happen to be more undeveloped ocs who also get the woobify mary sue treatment—to parallel the marauders. there is nothing compelling about her character when she's presented as a saint, and even less when she's supposedly the other moral compass for the marauders that doesn't actually work because she thinks that james is cute.

and this brings me to the next topic. jily. what, why, how. this was supposed to be a healthy, happy relationship that would have lasted in the long run? absolutely not. even for its time, i can't say that i see it lasting.

first of all, jkr presents james' crush on lily as just that: a crush. a mildly obsessive one, but a crush nonetheless, which she tries to liken to the pulling of pigtails. and then, we see that james' way of getting her to go out with him consists of blackmail, and when that doesn't work, he resorts to threatening her. this could have been set aside if he had actually, genuinely changed when they started spending more time together, but as we're told by sirius and remus, he didn't. he just got better at hiding what he was up to. and it has to be that he hid it, because if she knew, this further damages the character that she's set up to have and paints her out to be either unable to stand up to him or an enabler.

regardless, they get married. and while i have trouble believing that it was out of genuine love, there are scenarios that could make some semblance of sense. it's wartime, after all, and maybe lily is worried about her stability in the wizarding world, so why not marry into an established family whose son is already showing interest? or perhaps, she falls into the trap of every bad boy cliche ever, and she thinks to herself, well, i got him to be better then, maybe i can get him to do even better in the future. or maybe, she doesn't get into a relationship with him immediately and sees him on and off, until eventually, she accidentally gets pregnant and they scramble to have a shotgun wedding so as not to leave lily alone at nineteen with a baby. or maybe they marry each other because they're there and sure, neither of then is ready and they don't know what love even is but what else is there to do when there's a dark lord about? anyways, the point is, they get married.

and then what? if we count pottermore into canon, he goes on to further damage her relationship with petunia and vernon, to the point where she ends up crying. if we don't, she fades into the background enough that nobody has anything to say about her. she's harry's mum, she's james' wife, lily potter, she was kind and smart and brave and that's it. her agency is gone, anything else we have of her personality is gone.

jily just,,, wasn't built to last. and, yeah, this,,, this is a hill i'll die on.

same with wolfstar, honestly. there are so many reasons why it wouldn't work, but fanon has made it so fucking prevalent that it's literally everywhere no matter where you look.

first of all, i've said it before and i'll say it again. sirius is more likely to get with james that he is to ever end up in a relationship with remus. their chemistry is just,,, underdeveloped. net zero for a relationship.

secondly, sirius instigated the werewolf prank, and lupin would have paid the price for it. this could have been overlooked, but he doesn't seem the slightest bit guilty about any of it when it's brought up in poa. he could have been responsible for lupin losing the security of his place at hogwarts in the best case scenario, and in the worst case, his life. and he seems to look forward to full moons, even though they clearly aren't pleasant for remus, which,,, yeah, you're going to have fun, but like, maybe be concerned about the fact that your friend undergoes excruciating pain and it isn't a pleasant time for him? read the room, my g.

thirdly, they don't trust each other as much as fanon seems to think they do. they were both willing to believe each other the traitor before ever suspecting pettigrew. sirius thought remus gave away the potters, hell, he thought remus was a spy for voldemort, and remus was convinced that sirius was a mass murderer. neither of them needed to be convinced.

fourthly, maybe i'm reading too much into it, but like. sirius had money. remus had no money, since, yk, he was a werewolf and struggling for cash and still, sirius,,, did not leave him any money. i feel like if you had money to spare, you would give to your friend who is literally poor. but, again, maybe i'm reading too much into it and this isn't as valid a point as i think it is.

and ehh, the fifth reason is that it's,,, actually very much not the representation for the ltgbt community that fanon says it is but y'all aren't ready for that conversation.

anyways, just,,, even when you set the couple shit aside, the power dynamics between everyone here is fucked. like, james and sirius are clearly at the top of food chain calling the shots and egging each other on. then there's lily, who isn't even a marauder, but is always ever-so-slightly above remus but still not on their level, because, well. neither of them actually listen to her. remus is the novelty friend, the friend who's,,, alright, i guess, but you keep them around specifically because they're funny or they can dance or they have something that you can either show off to other people or keep as your little inside joke, your little secret, yk? and peter is just sort of there. like, yeah, he can do what we can but does that make him as good as we are? no. does he have a funny little something about him that we can exploit? nah. therefore he sits at the bottom. and like, yeah, james and sirius are on the same level, but james is yanking sirius' chain, not the other way around. anyways, like i said. power dynamic's fucked and it bothers me that we were given all of this, and fanon decided to take it all and throw it away so they could give us flamboyant!badboi!sirius black x softboi!motherhen!remus lupin going on double dates with feminist!trustfundbaby!james potter and saint!lily evans while ignoring peter pettiwho?

theseus' fucking ship, indeed.

anyways, this needed to be said. it might not make as much sense as i want it to, considering it's 4:12 in the morning as i'm posting this, after taking a break from writing to do some research and coming across way too much content about fanon marauders, but it's here and it still makes enough sense that you can read it and understand what i mean. and like, at the end of the day, you can go ahead and headcanon whatever you please, you can write fic and make art and do whatever you like, just,,, remember that they're exactly that. headcanons. stop presenting fanon as canon. please. i'm literally begging. we actually have evidence against it. just,,, acknowledge that they're headcanons and stop putting them forward as though they're able to fit into canon. please.

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dreamwritesimagines · 3 years ago

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Burn The Witch 23 - Haunted Heart [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Coming home can cause issues.

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SIX MONTHS LATER

You flipped the knife in your hand as the guy tied to the chair glared at you.

“You know,” you trailed off, “I’ve had a really shitty couple of months, Johnny- can I call you Johnny?”

“No.”

“Rude,” you commented, “Fine. John. I’ve had a really shitty couple of months so you really don’t want to try me right now. Just tell me where I can find your boss.”

“You’ll never find him you stupid bitch.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Since I’m going to kill you in a couple of minutes I feel like I can share some things with you,” you said, “My best friend says I keep everything bottled and I should talk about my feelings.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“See, that’s exactly how I feel!” you pointed at him, “Thank you. I mean, I feel angry at myself. I kind of fucked up with the man I love.”

“Jesus Christ, just kill me already.”

“I’m waiting for a text to do that Johnny,” you pointed out, waving your phone at him. “So, I tricked him and used him and threw him to wolves. And then Accords 2.0 didn’t pass and he has been pardoned once again, and he’s a free man now. I have a strong feeling that he’s not the ‘forgive and forget’ type of guy. You know, assassin to assassin.”

“You’re the chattiest assassin I’ve ever met.”

“Thank you, I’m trying to improve myself,” you said, “I mean what exactly should I do? I don’t even trust my agency at this point, my handler lied to me and I have been at this fucking place for six months now, hunting you down. Well, your boss but…”

“You’ll never find him.”

“We’ll see about that my friend,” you said, “So anyway, like what am I supposed to do? I lost the one guy I actually loved. How do you cope with that? Because drinking doesn’t work, sleeping with others doesn’t work…. Nothing seems to—“ you were cut off when your phone vibrated and you touched the screen to open the text message.

From: Julian

Go for it.

“Wait, no no no, I’ll talk—“

“Kind of too late,” you pointed the gun at him, “Nice to meet you Johnny.”

With that you pulled the trigger, silencer doing its job as there was no loud bang or anything. His body fell back with the impact, and you heaved a sigh.

“Maybe I need a therapist I can’t kill,” you mumbled and walked out of the warehouse to approach the car before opening the door to the passenger seat to get in.

“Is it done?” Julian asked and you nodded, rubbing at your eyes.

“Yep.”

“Are you hungry?”

You made a face, “Just because the General sent you here does not mean we’re going to become buddies.”

“I’m not trying to become buddies with you,” Julian stated, “I just want to eat fries and there’s a two for one deal.”

You eyed him up and down.

“Fine, I could eat fries.” You leaned back in the seat as he started driving, keeping your eyes on the road. Soon enough, you reached the city center and Julian got fries from a food truck, then sat across from you.

“So,” he said, “You do realize this whole thing would’ve been over by now if we actually worked together?”

“I’m not going on the field with you.”

“The General sent me here to help you.”

You dipped the fry into sauce, then popped it into your mouth, “You can help me by pretending you’re not here.”

“Y/N.”

“You know what they say Julian. Fool me once…”

“Don’t tell me you’re still holding that grudge.”

“You mean when you left me behind to die on the last mission we were together?” you asked back, “That grudge?”

“I told you—“

“I’m not going to talk about that with you,” you cut him off, “And I work better alone. Who told you we could waste the guy by the way?”

“The General.”

You grabbed the salt shaker to pour some salt on the fries, causing Julian to make a face.

“Are you kidding me? That was salty enough-“

“Why did he not text me?”

“No idea. Maybe he’s avoiding you because he promised you handler and here you are. Field spy.”

Your jaw clenched.

Or maybe he’s avoiding me because he fucking lied to me.

You had to give it to him, it was the perfect plan. The moment he had suspected you were getting too close to Bucky, he had come up with the one thing he knew that would make you switch sides.

And that-

That was below the belt yes, but that was also masterly.

But at the end of the day, you barely had two people to trust in the entire world, and you seriously doubted you could ever forgive the General for what he had done. You knew he held duty above all, above family and surely above you, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

You shook your head at yourself and grabbed another piece of fry.

“So um…” Julian shifted his weight, “Are you okay?”

You shot him a glare, arching a brow, “Peachy.”

“No I mean… About Barnes.”

“What are you talking about?”

“This whole Accords 2.0 failure, there’s no way we could go after him again.”

“I don’t want to go after him again.”

“You don’t want revenge?”

That made you straighten up your back and you put the fry down, “And why exactly would I want revenge?”

That made Julian fall silent and you nibbled on your lip.

“What exactly did the General tell you before you came here?”

“That there was a job here.”

“Bullshit,” you replied way too quickly, “Did he send you here to be my babysitter? He thinks I’ll go after Barnes myself is that it? That’s why they sent you here months after I left the country but right after Accords 2.0 didn’t pass.”

Julian licked his lips.

“Listen, the agency wants to keep you safe—“ he started but then his phone beeped. He grabbed it to take aa look at the screen, then cussed under his breath.

“What?”

“Check your texts.”

You touched the screen and frowned as your eyes skimmed the text.

From: General

Time to come home.

“Well,” you muttered, your heart dropping to your stomach, “Shit.”

***

Coming back home was harder than ever now. After catching up with Keith and Chloe, you were taken to your new apartment that was given to you by the agency as usual, and for the whole night you couldn’t sleep.

Even if there was no trace of Bucky in your new apartment –in your new life, you still couldn’t shake off this feeling. It was as if the moment you had entered the country, Bucky had entered your life in an instant.

Odds were, you wouldn’t really see him again. After all it was a big city, and Bucky wasn’t exactly the social type.

So your first week back in New York wasn’t exactly terrible. You were still waiting for your orders while getting to know to the city slowly, because after long missions it always took time for you to remember you had a real life there, real memories—

Well, as real as it could be, for a spy.

“Just see it as a vacation,” Chloe had said, “They threw you into another mission as soon as you got out of the country, it’s just a delayed vacation.”

As far as vacations went though, this one just sucked.

Maybe it was because you couldn’t keep away from places you and Bucky had been too, like this coffee place where you had first officially met.

You sipped your coffee, scrolling down on the news website as your eyes skimmed yet another article about Accords and whether you could trust superheroes or not, but you were soon distracted when someone pulled the seat across from you, making you look up from your phone.

And as soon as you did, your heart dropped.

You had to give it to the General, he was manipulative, he was a liar and he had betrayed your trust terribly but the one thing he had done right was training you well. Aside from that one second, you managed to adapt a look of nonchalance on your face, slowly putting your phone down.

“Hello Cap.”

Sam raised his brows and eyed you up and down.

“You’re back?”

You could swear he could hear your heartbeat and you shrugged your shoulders, looking around.

“Yeah,” you said, “Big apple and everything.”

“So much for the small town girl.”

“I have never been a small town girl,” you drawled, “Never been to Oregon either.”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

You turned your coffee cup on the table just so you could do something with your hands.

“Why?” he asked after a beat and you shifted your weight despite your whole training of feeling calm and collected, nervousness hitting you out of nowhere.

“You’re a veteran, Wilson,” you managed to say, “You don’t need me to tell you how the chain of command works. Army doesn’t care how we feel about orders.”

“I’m very familiar with how chain of command works,” he pointed out, “But you’re not a soldier, Y/N. You’re a spy.”

“That makes it even worse,” you stated, “I know it sounds like an excuse, but… you don’t know how my agency works. I don’t get to say no to orders, and I sure as hell don’t get to blow my own cover.”

“But you wanted to, didn’t you?”

Jesus Christ, Wilson was really good at this observation thing.

“Doesn’t matter what I want,” you said, “I’m no use to anyone if I develop a conscience.”

“But you did,” he insisted, “Why else would you come to help us? Why else would you warn him beforehand?”

“He told you about that?”

He shot you a look, “What do you think, Y/N?”

You scoffed a laughter. “I was feeling generous,” you said, “No other reason.”

He kept his gaze on you for a couple of seconds, as if trying to see whether you would cave before he took a deep breath.

“You know he was going to propose, right?”

That-

That was just too much. You could feel your jaw hanging as you stared at him in complete silence, his words echoing in your ears.

“No,” you said after a moment, then shook your head fervently, your nose in the air, “No you’re wrong.”

“I’m not,” Sam said, “Apparently he was looking for this… house painted in white with—a red door or something.”

Don’t cry.

Do not fucking cry.

Spies don’t cry over heartbreak.

You clenched your jaw and blinked back the tears, straightening your back.

“It’s a good thing he didn’t get to, then.”

“Y/N, he loved you.”

“No Sam, he loved someone who doesn’t exist,” you replied, “Sweet small town girl with sundresses and smiles and some house in the suburbs with kids and all that shit. Girls like me don’t get that ending, I have way too much blood on my hands.”

He pressed his lips together and you cleared your throat.

“How much does he hate me?”

“Why do you think he hates you?”

“Assassins aren’t good at forgiving,” you said, “I would know, we don’t have that talent.”

“That’s not a talent, that’s a choice.”

“It really isn’t,” you muttered, “So?”

“Why don’t you ask him?”

You let out a bitter laugh, “Yeah no. Actions have consequences and I’d rather not cross paths with the deadliest assassin in the world after double crossing him.”

“But you want him to forgive you.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Intuition,” he said and pushed his chair back to stand up.

“He didn’t kill your father, Y/N.”

You heaved a sigh.

“I know,” you said, “Trust me, I would’ve walked away so much easier if he had.”

“Enjoy your coffee,” he said and walked out of the coffee house. You threw your head back, closing your eyes.

“Yep. I shouldn’t have come back.”

***

“I never thought I’d say this, but I kind of hate that we’re not living so close anymore,” you pressed the phone between your shoulder and your ear and opened the door to your apartment as Keith chuckled.

“I knew you’d miss me.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re a softie deep inside. Very very deep inside.”

“If you repeat that in front of anyone I swear to God…” you muttered and he groaned.

“Have I told you they’re putting me in the same team as Julian?”

“You guys have a new mission?”

“Not a long one probably.”

“Why the fuck am I—“

“Because you’re on a vacation,” he cut you off, “And also they’re probably going to make you a handler, that’s worth waiting for.”

“That or….”

“We’re not talking about that on the phone,” Keith said quickly, “Amateur.”

“Careful there, I’ll outrank you soon enough,” you said, walking to the bathroom to wash your hands. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Alright, see you later!” he said and hung up. You put your phone into your pocket, then washed your hands and made your way to the kitchen.

It was only when you put the wine bottle back into the fridge that you noticed something was off. Your body moved on its own accord, before you knew it you had already grabbed the knife in your boots and threw it to the figure in the dark corner of the room but he easily caught it, metal hitting what sounded like another kind of metal before he stepped out of the corner. Your breath caught in your throat, and for the first time in your life you froze, all the training leaving your mind.

You were supposed to be looking for a weapon, any kind of weapon but somehow, your body refused to move.

Bucky turned your knife in his hands, his gaze pinning you to your spot before he tilted his head.

“Hi honey,” he said, his voice way too cold. “I’m home.”

Chapter 24

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagines

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calla-lillyy · 3 years ago

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𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: Diluc, Kaeya , Zhongli, Childe/Tartaglia

𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 : female/male/non-binary

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : fluff

𝘿𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙘

-classic type

-i love him sm but i feel like he would hold your hand in a very simple way because he doesn’t want to let everyone knows about you two like- he knows that you’re his and that’s more than enough

-not always hold your hand while you two go out because he likes when you put your hand under his arm he’s a gentleman pls

-though it doesn’t mean if a drunkhead is trying to flirt with you he won’t go beside you and hold your hand while he politely tells him to leave

𝙆𝙖𝙚𝙮𝙖

-do i really have to say something? a flirt.

-he would tease you like 24/24 non-stop EVEN WHEN YOU TWO HOLD HANDS

-he’s ugh impossible

-he won’t admit it but he only does this because he’s afraid that you might leave him alone

-he doesn’t care about the rumors that people will do about you two AND if he hears that they tell something bad about you he will take your hand in front of them

𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙚/𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙖

-he’s so boyfriend material pls-

-you two make a beautiful couple together and he’s the first one to think so

-loves to show you off and of course he will gladly let everyone see that you two are together

-let’s just say that people get it that you two are dating because he’s always holding your hand while he walks beside you and looks at you with all the love in this world

𝙕𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞

-a gentleman 2.0

-he sees you like you are the most fragile thing in this world so he has to protect you

-he would spend the rest of his life just walking with you while holding hands around liyue

-if that day he’s feeling a little more brave he will even ask if he can kiss you while you two are sitting on a bench and watching the sunset together

(hands credit to @taejin )

#genshin impact x reader #headcanons #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc headcanons #childe #zhongli headcanons #kaeya alberich #kaeya headcanons #childe headcanons

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sunwoo-hoo · 3 years ago

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↣ lee juyeon as your boyfriend

↳ a/n: hello darlings! here we go, another headcanon. these are so fun to write i’m really enjoying myself. this is for the two anons who requested this! i hope you enjoy it. please, if your under the age of 18 do not interact with this post.

↳ genre: fluff, smuttttt, angst

↳ requested? yes

↳ send me your requests here!

↳ word count: 916 i couldn’t help myself just look at him

↳ lee juyeon x fem reader

↳ General

the hottest duo

you are definitely the couple that people think your going to have the cutest babies

he loves comparing his hand size to yours giving you his eye smile when he realizes it’s 5 times bigger

he looks intimidating but is actually the sweetest cinnamon roll

he loves it when you sit on his lap because he can smell your perfume

he’s actually underratedly funny, and is always making you laugh

the type of boyfriend to have you as his phone wallpaper

even showing it to deobis when he’s on vlive because he loves you so much

“look deobi, i took this photo yesterday of my girlfriend doesn’t she look gorgeous?”

he loves showing you how to cook tteokbokki

your always trying to come up with new recipes together

in fact your first date was when he cooked a nice meal for you

he loves to kiss you on your shoulder

so he loves it when it’s summer because he has better access to it since your wearing sun dresses and tank tops

one of his favorite things to do is put a strand of your hair behind your ear

he notices all the little things about you

like when you put your hair in a ponytail getting ready to work on something

or when your thinking really hard and your scrunching your nose while your eyebrows are raised

he inspires you to be more flexible so you always do morning stretches together

he secretly loves the height difference between you two finding it so cute

he’s definitely the romantic type so dates would include strolling around the city arms locked together

he loves it when you kiss his jawline

it turns him on so you do it all the time

especially at moments when your not suppose to just so that you could tease him

your love language is definitely physical touch

your the couple that coordinates your outfits whenever you go out

you really are super lucky to have someone like juyeon in your life

please take good care of him

↳ Fights

juyeon has a hard time expressing his feelings sometimes so it’s difficult to know what he’s thinking

you find it frustrating when he can’t communicate properly which results in fights

he would just give you a blank stare while your ranting firing you up even more

in fact the only reason why he isn’t talking is because his mind is going through the scenario a million times wondering why you even fought in the first place

when he sees that your about to walk out that’s when he’ll get up to run after you apologizing

“i’m sorry babe, it’s just hard for me to express how i feel i’ll try to be better i promise..” he whispered putting both his hands on your face so that you could look at him

you sighed looking up at him as he continued

“i do know one thing i’m 100% certain of, and that is i love you with my entire heart” he reassured bending down giving you a soft kiss on your lips

↳ Making Up

after you’ve calmed down from the argument you two would probably take a calming shower together

where he’s washing your hair and body gently leaving kisses on your neck and back

until eventually you both are making out in the shower when you chuckle and tell him to take you to bed where makeup sex happens

↳ Sex

hard dom 2.0™

loves it when you wear heels

grabs your hips hard when your fucking almost to the point where he leaves some bruises

light bdsm which usually just includes rope

he loves to see you squirm under him knowing that you can’t touch your pussy unless he allows it

“you don’t cum unless i say so, got it?”

would definitely bring handcuffs and blindfolds

also loves to role-play

ice play

would get an ice cube rubbing it all over your hard nipples waiting for it to melt until his whole mouth is sucking on them

hates condoms so expect to always be fucked raw

he uses his large hands to his advantage fisting you

light smacking on your face

his favorite body part on you is your abdomen

he loves kissing on it until he goes lower finally reaching your pussy where he’s sucking on your clit

loves to fucking tease you to the max

rubbing his hard cock on your clit or near your entrance until he slowly pushes in deeply

another one who loves to dirty talk

“this pussy only belongs to me” he purred in your ear thrusting his hips harder

his favorite position is when your on top because he loves to see the view of your breasts and upper body

50/50 on cumming deep in you or on your stomach

when it’s all over he crashes on top of you breathing heavily while you have your hands in his hair until he finally looks up giving you his eye smile kissing you deeply

↳ Aftercare

both of you are pretty exhausted afterwards so don’t be surprised when you both fall asleep at the same time

on the rare occasion when you both aren’t tired he’ll give you sensational kisses on your neck holding you

will get you anything you want weather it’s food or a drink

he just wants to see you happy

will eventually fall asleep to the soft sounds of the fan cooling you both off

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* © sunwoo-hoo 2 0 2 1 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

#the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz reactions #the boyz x reader #tbz x reader #lee juyeon x reader #juyeon x reader #tbz smut #tbz fluff #tbz angst #the boyz drabbles #tbz drabbles #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #[mine 🌸]

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lullips · 3 years ago

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NIGHT DATES — nct dream

pairings : nct dream x gn!reader

genre : fluff

「 mark lee 」

midnight dinner ??

if that makes sense dhdghdj

okay, maybe not midnight

around 8-9 pm

okay, so that's just dinner without the "midnight"

he would prepare a whole ass restaurant in his place

he cooked the meal by himself ;)

romantic asff

low light, candles, flowers ( if you allergic to flowers just count this out ), and wine

cuz he likes being extra

hand holding 😫

SOFT. SMILES.

aND DON'T FORGET ABT HAND KISSES !!!!

y'all im soft. i want a mark.

most likely do a movie night after or you know what ;)

overall is a cute, gentle, and romantic boi :>

「 lee haechan 」

crackheads world dominations 🙏🏻

y'all would be total crackheads

he would take you outside, walking hand in hand

uNTIL

you guys found a park and decided to break in :D

he helped you climb the gate

don't do this at home, kids. don't do this

a lot of laughs and happy smiles !1!1!1!

don't forget the instagram posts ;)

make out session on the slide

he swing you on the swings

^ which led to you fall butt first cuz he swings you too fast

he laugh so HARD

but help you in the end

don't worry, you guys didn't break anything

「 huang renjun 」

painting the sky.

when the moon and starts shines so bright

y'all would go to the balcony and set a painting set (?)

one canvas for two !!!

he guide your hands when you first started

which makes you a BLUSHING MESS

and he smiles softly 🥺🥺

like his smile is pure and soft i'm-

you guys paint a pair of lovers under the moonlight which was you and renjun

oh, and you add moomin as a side character for aesthetic purposes

making a whole fairytale from the painting

y'all kinda act it out with a broomstick as a horse and a light saber as a sword

"the princess and the knight sits under the moonlight, smiles softly to each other as they can finally be together in peace."

"AND MOOMIN WATCHING THEM WITH UWU HEART!!"

「 lee jeno 」

LATE NIGHT CAR RIDES WITH WINDOWS DOWN !1!1!1!!1!

empty streets

wind blowing your face

slow songs played on the radio

him holding your hand so dearly while driving

sometimes upbeat songs played and y'all would sing your heart out

stopping on the hills where you can see the town and the night sky

you know those hills in clichè romance movies? idk what is it called in english but i hope you know what i mean

cuddling in the backseat >>>>>>

no words, just both of you staring at each others' faces with the moonlight peeking through the window.

nose booping and soft kisses here and there

perfect.

「 na jaemin 」

STAR GAZING

EVERYBODY SHUT UP

STAR 👏🏻 GAZING 👏🏻 WITH 👏🏻 NA 👏🏻 JAEMIN 👏🏻

he would take you to his backyard

the sky was so clear that night, which he's grateful for

oh boi don't get me started on how affectionate he would be

he would also decorate the place

bean bags, blankets, snacks, and led lamp !!

it's basically midnight picnic

you two would lay — cuddling — on the grass ( with blanket ofc ), staring at the stars and the moon

your head on his arm, and his arm wrapped around you

pointing and naming the stars

heated but loving (?) make out session

「 zhong chenle 」

NIGHT FAIR !!

you two would get on ALL of the rides

lots of laughs and happy smiles !1!1!1! 2.0

COUPLE PICTURES !!!!!

two of your pictures actually end up on pinterest somehow

one candy floss ( cotton candy ) for two

you guys eat a LOT

literally tries everything

caramel apple, corndogs, gellato, pretzels, and you named it !!

last ride would definitely be ferris wheels

pulling you onto his laps and kiss you lovingly when you guys reach the top

he wins you a GIANT teddy

you win him a cute lil rubber duck

i accidentally type rubber dick and i couldn't stop laughing

daegal is waiting c u t e l y at the door when you guys finally back to his house

「 park jisung 」

house dates !!!

y'all would do it either in his house or yours

it's more like sleepover

but in a romantic way ~

not in that way tho

you two would do so many fun stuffs !1!1!

karaoke, eating snacks, BAKING !!

^ usually end up with flour war

&& DON'T FORGET ABT FACE MASKS

you do the apple hair trend with him 🥺🥺

basically you set an apple hair pict of jisung as your wallpaper

like this !!

midnight dance in his living room

started with free style dance and end up with slow dance

^ him pulling you into a long sweet kiss once the dance end

boi got some courage

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squishneedsahero · 3 years ago

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Building Bonds

Awesomest of Them All 2.0

Part 3 of 13

Word Count: 1259

Batman x Batmom!Reader

You know what the bat family needs? Someone to pull them together and give them all the love they deserve. Who better to do that than you? An author rising to stardom in Gotham who catches the eye of a billionaire with your standoffish attitude at a huge social gathering. You are yourself and never pretend to be more or less than that. Plus you're the most stubborn person in the world, refusing to let good things go without reason.

This is a rewrite of my story Awesomest of Them All, I wanted to see how much I've improved over 3 years.

"You sure you want to take him with?" Bruce asks.

You look up from packing, "Yes Bruce, have you ever known me to not be sure of something?" You move out of your bedroom to sit on your couch next to Bruce.

He wraps his arms around your waist, "He can be quite the handful," as he speaks you lean against his chest.

"I know," you pause, "but we've been dating for over a year now, and I want to get to know Dick better."

Bruce sighs, "Alright, I'm going to head home and I'll let him know," he stands up and you do as well.

"I'll come pick him up tonight," you lead Bruce to the door of your apartment.

"I'll see you then," he leans in and kisses you before leaving.

"Hello Miss l/n," Alfred greets you at the door.

"Hi Alfred," you say shaking his hand because what else are you supposed to do when someone won't just call you y/n? As soon as you step inside you hear a shout.

"Y/n!" Dick exclaims running up to you and wrapping his arms around you in a hug.

"Hi Dick! Are you ready to go?"

"Almost," Dick releases you and goes to grab his bags.

When you stand up from hugging the boy you feel two arms wrap around your waist from behind you. "Hello you," You say turning around to face Bruce as he holds you tighter.

"Be safe," Bruce says before he kisses you and you kiss back, not as long as you'd like as you hear a gagging noise behind you.

You smirk and pull away from the kiss, "No promises, conventions can be quite dangerous," you release from the hug as you lay a hand dramatically across your forehead. You then turn to face Dick, "you ready now?"

"Yup!"

"Then let's go," You say going to help him carry his bags. You take the duffel bag from the eleven year old and throw it over your shoulder. "See You next week," you say kissing Bruce one last time.

"See ya," Dick says hugging Bruce then Alfred.

"Be good," Bruce says ruffling Dicks hair.

"Goodbye Master Dick," Alfred says hugging the boy back.

"Were driving?" Dick asks when he sees how packed your car is.

"Well I am, but yes we're driving," you reply to his question.

"Cool," Dick says, "we usually just fly to things, it's been a while since I've been on a road trip..." he trails off sounding slightly down.

"You get to be the D.j.," you say waving at the radio, trying to lighten the mood as you get what he's saying about the last time he'd been on a road trip, as it was probably last with his parents, the flying Graysons.

"Really?" Dick looks at the radio then back to you excitedly.

"Yup. We'll listen to whatever you want to," you say, smiling at him.

He turns on the radio and finds the aux cord and plugs it into his phone and hits shuffle. He's heard the weird music you listen too, a little bit of everything so he knows you won't judge his taste in music. He obviously still picks a playlist he thinks you'd approve of that is all Disney music since that's always a safe bet to play around adults when you're only 10.

The two of you bond during the long drive to Metropolis, singing along to all the classics such as Under the Sea and Hakuna Matata. The both of you share a joint hotel room for the night, Dick in his own room to be sure he's comfortable and knows he is free to have boundaries with you. The two of you go out to dinner at a fancy restaurant and bump into some reporter who apparently knows both Dick and Bruce relatively well.

The tall broad shouldered man introduces himself as Clark Kent and you introduce yourself just for Clark's girlfriend Lois to ask you for an interview while you're in town.

You're about to turn her down but Dick answers for you, saying he's sure you'd love too and he'd just go hang out with Clark for a while. It's a little odd but you go with it since Dick seems so excited about it. After talking for a while and setting up a time to meet they leave the restaurant to let you and Dick finish your dinner and desert before going back to the hotel.

The two of you walk into the convention center and Dick exclaims, "Woah! This is awesome!"

"Yeah, it is," you say following him where ever he went. You had let Dick pick the costumes so you were dressed as (Disney Princess) and him as (Quirky Sidekick), since today wasn't a day you had a panel for the third book of the series you were writing. "So, where to first?"

He shrugs, "I don't know," he keeps craning his neck to look around, "I've never been to one of these before."

You shake your head and tsk softly, "come on, I'll teach you how to enjoy a comicon kiddo," you gently take his hand and lead the way incognito over to the artists alley.

The main reason you gave Dick for being dressed up was so less people would recognize you since you really had blown up in popularity since releasing your first and second books and the third being released this year.

In the artists alley you both look at all the cool stickers and pins that they had made. You get lots of stuff since you could now afford to actually support the artists with more than a like and a follow.

As the two of you wander you come across someone who had drawn some merch for your series. Their art was amazing, catching the character's personalities perfectly. It's as you're talking with the artist about their different work that they suddenly recognize you as y/n l/n and not as just another fan.

You smile and laugh softly, this was the one reason you enjoyed being a public figure, so that you could make people's days in such a small way by just liking their art or smiling at them. Anyways, Dick is hungry so you hurry along since you know he won't complain as he's used to Bruce getting held up. Anyways you quickly get the artist's contact information and take a picture with them, letting them know they can share it that night once the con was over for the day.

After that you move on with Dick to find some junk food to eat and a couple panels to sit in on. Over all the two of you have an amazing week together, bonding over movies, music and food. You get interviewed by Lois who is just as confused as you are as to how Clark and Dick know each other. Then you have a fan panel yourself at the con, answering lots of fan's questions. Plus the fact that you finally found someone to be the official artist for your books.

With a week spent together you and Dick are closer than ever. The two of you hadn't been not close but without Bruce and Alfred not around to buffer your interactions you have closer to what you think a mother son relationship should be like. After that week spent together you head back home to Gotham, the two of you had had fun but it would be nice to get back to normal life once again.

#Batman #batmom #batmom reader #batman x you #batfam x batmom #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayne x you #batfam #batfam x you #batfam x reader #batfam x y/n #batman x batmom #batman x batmom!reader

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fellulahh · 4 years ago

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Random relationship headcanons (all characters!) - F!MC

I’ve done HCs like these before but not for all of the characters - I thought I’d do an updated version with everybody☺️

Lucifer:

Lucifer effectively never refers to MC by her name ever again, he either calls her ‘my love’ or ‘my dear’

He sets Friday nights aside to take MC out for dinner no matter how much paperwork he has left at the end of the week

Lucifer always unconsciously makes MC a cup of coffee in the morning when he’s getting his

He’s not the sort to hold MC’s hand while at RAD, but when they walk together he does subtly place his hand on her lower back

Often their more intimate moments involve laying in front of the fireplace together, sipping glasses of wine as they discuss and joke over their day

Lucifer helps MC with her every goal and when she succeeds, he is always the first to congratulate her. After all, having MC as his partner is what he is most proud of

If he catches MC sassing one of the brothers, he’ll smirk and boast “That’s my girl.”

Sometimes if he’s feeling stressed, he’ll ask MC if she’ll keep him company by sitting in his lap while he works

Mammon:

He’s an absolute sucker for MC calling him ‘babe’ and tells her off if she refers to him as anything else

Mammon’s 100% the little spoon (but don’t you dare ever tell anybody else that)

Expect random booty slaps throughout the day whenever Mammon is near

He loves showing off MC - if they’re at RAD together, he’ll always have his arm around her; nonchalantly planting kisses on her head every now and again when they’re talking to someone

Mammon tells his brothers off if he thinks they’re spending too much time with his human

“What are you doin’ over there?! Come give me some sugar!” He pouts at least 20 times a day

Mammon never grows tired of seeing MC’s body. Every time she undresses for bed, he gawps at her - practically drooling - just like it’s the first time he’s ever seen her

He often randomly buys MC cards and will write little notes inside with his scrawny handwriting simply stating how much he loves and appreciates her (he’s very soft when it comes to MC)

Levi:

If MC is doing something that Levi deems as ‘adorable’, he will immediately pull out his D.D.D and photograph/film her so if he’s ever feeling down he can go through his album and just gaze at her in awe

When he’s talking to Henry 2.0, he refers to MC as the fish’s ‘mum’ and him as ‘dad’ (but don’t tell MC that he ever said that)

He loves to show off that MC is his girlfriend whenever he’s gaming. If he gets insulted over his headset, he’ll reply with ‘yeah? Well I have a girlfriend who’s super hot! Beat that!’

Movie marathons are a must

Levi loves taking MC to the beach and having her straddle him while he wades through the sea (a bit like Baloo and Mowgli)

When he’s gaming, Levi lets MC style his hair. Considering how long it is, the human is very intrigued by what it’d look like pushed back

He gets incredibly excited if MC gets dressed up for something and practically implodes: “that’s my girlfriend!!”

Satan:

Satan is 100% husband material. MC needs help studying? He’s there. MC needs help with cooking dinner? He’s there. MC is feeling stressed and wants a massage? He’s already offered before she can ask.

He’s quite a tease too and will wait until the worst time to show this side of him. MC and Satan could be at the palace having a really formal dinner when he will start whispering in MC’s ear, telling her all of things he’d love to do to her later that evening

MC’s name is now ‘darling’

Satan’s favourite part of the day is when he and MC are sat in bed each night, both reading a book

He loves to hold MC in his arms with her head on his chest whenever they fall asleep

He always makes the bed while MC’s in the bathroom so she doesn’t have to

When he’s on dinner duty, Satan purposefully cooks his and MC’s dinner first so that they can have it alone with a candle lit

Asmo:

Refers to MC as ‘sweetie’

He’s always surprising MC with little gifts - if he’s out shopping and sees something he thinks she’d like he immediately buys it

He helps relieve MC of any stress - if he senses she’s had a bad day he’ll pull out the nail varnish and give her a full on pamper while she moans about whatever is bothering her

His Devilgram is full of candid photos of MC

You can bet he’s super affectionate toward MC - there will never be a day that goes past where she doesnt wake up with a kiss from him

They’re the fiercest couple at RAD - they’re effectively the Devildom equivalent to Posh and Becks

They also go on really cute dates, whether it be little mini breaks, a simple coffee date at a nearby cafe, a day at the beach or beauty salon etc

Beel:

Movie nights with everybody always consist of MC falling asleep in Beel’s lap and then him carrying her up to bed

He’s always calling MC ‘cute’ no matter what she’s doing. She could be having a full on go at him for eating her dinner and he’d just smile at her while thinking ‘could she be anymore adorable?’

Lots and lots of piggy backs

Beel loves hugging MC, he always does that thing where he wraps his jacket around her so he trap the human with his love

Always invites MC to his sports game and whenever she goes, he manages to perform that little bit better to usual

He always offers MC his jacket if she ever gets cold

Everyone dubs them the ‘cutest couple at RAD’ because they’re always holding hands and have the biggest smiles on their faces whenever they’re together

Often they spend their evenings in the kitchen cooking/baking which results in a food fight and eventually sex on the kitchen counter

MC always wears Beel’s top to bed and it makes him so happy to see her in it

Belphie:

He gives MC all of the comfy pillows in their bed - after all he doesn’t need them anymore because his favourite thing to fall asleep on is his human

He’s always coming to MC’s defence. If a lesser demon ever does so much as scowl at her, he immediately puts himself between the two. Nobody is ever going to hurt his human

Belphie wants to learn everything about MC including the things she likes. And if that means he has to sit through hours and hours of a TV show to do that then he’ll commit to it!

He’s always genuinely interested in how MC’s day went and whenever they reunite at the house, he always asks how she is and will listen for however long to what she has to say

He hides food in the fridge for MC “I bought this cake earlier and have hidden it from Beel so that you could have the first slice”

Belphie always wants cuddles from MC - he has to have his head on her chest

He’s also not ashamed of how much he likes to snuggle his human, even if his brothers do tease him for it

Diavolo:

Diavolo is always going above and beyond for MC and acts like she’s already his Queen

He loves taking her on little walks around the castle grounds; telling her all about his ancestors

If Diavolo has to get up early for whatever reason and leave the palace, he’ll always leave a single rose on the bedside table next to MC so she doesn’t wake up feeling forgotten about

He puts MC before his duty - if any nobles ever dare speak ill of his relationship, he immediately dismisses them from their role

Always compliments MC, expressing how ‘positively radiant’ she looks with a huge grin on his face

He loves making MC wear his crown and sit on his throne, in fact he finds it quite the turn on seeing her in a position of power (that’s not the only position he likes seeing her in)

His favourite part of the day is when he gets to return home and see MC in her element doing whatever (studying, drawing etc) looking like the absolute beauty she is

Diavolo always accidentally lets it slip that he wants to have a future with MC - they’d just be talking about something random and then he’d come out with “well I like to think that when our children grow up...” before quickly blushing, realising what he’d said

Barbatos:

He invites MC to the castle a lot to keep him company when he’s serving Diavolo

He’s always surprising MC and leaving her feeling flustered - he could have a completely serious look on his face while he’s doing something for Diavolo but will then turn and whisper to MC “perhaps when I finish this paperwork, I can do you on this desk too” before walking away

Barbatos is always showing off to MC by taking her to different realms and dimensions. Having dinner at a fancy restaurant is too mainstream for him - you want to see France during the Renaissance? Sure, he’ll take you there!

He takes good care of MC and will often sense something is off with her before she even knows. This demon has a different tea for everything

Barbatos loves cooking all of these elaborate dishes only for MC to try and you can bet he’s already memorised all of her favourite meals from the human realm and has perfected them

In fact, some of the very rare moments where he grins is when he and MC are baking together

Even if he’s the one who’s had an incredibly long day, he’ll still run a relaxing bath for MC with candles and salts

Simeon:

Even if MC wakes up and looks like she’s been dragged through a bush backwards, Simeon never fails to compliment her surreal beauty

He calls MC ‘sweetheart’ all the time

Simeon always gets up early so that he can make MC breakfast in bed as it’s the most important meal of the day!

They always bath together

He and MC often go for walks in the park and will bring Luke along if he’s feeling lonely and wants to spend time with his parents

Simeon is incredibly intimate and passionate in their relationship. There’s no such thing as a ‘casual’ kiss with this angel - he never fails to caress MC’s cheek and gaze into her eyes before laying one on her

He always offers to carry MC’s bags while they’re walking through RAD and will effectively treat her like a goddess - opening every door for her, pulling out her chair etc

Simeon’s always gushing to Lucifer about his relationship with MC

Solomon:

MC and Solomon are such a chaotic couple

To show his love for her, he will quote vines (*insert ‘I love you bitch, I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you, bitch’ vine here*)

He is not afraid to show off his love for MC. She could be walking through the corridor at RAD and when he spots her, Solomon will shout ‘DAYUM MY GIRL IS FINE’

Solomon is always making MC laugh. He’s not one for being traditional when it comes to compliments - he’d definitely hit her up with “I would drag my balls through lava just to hear you fart down a walkie talkie”

He’s quite a show off too - the demons are all jealous that MC loves him and not them so he always gushes about his human

If he ever takes an unflattering photo of MC, he immediately turns her into a meme much to his amusement

Although he jokes a lot and isn’t always serious, when they’re alone together, Solomon is incredibly loving and would easily be happy to just sit there and stare at MC in silence for ten minutes so that he can take a moment to appreciate how lucky he is

#obey me #obey me shall we date

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Make A Scene

AMHL – Masterlist

Dick immediately noticed when Y/N started getting quieter and quieter as they got closer and closer to the venue.

Bruce had hired a driver to pick them up from their apartment in Gotham. And the car had gone quiet now.

Dick reached over to gently hold her hand.

“Nervous?” He asked.

Y/N shrugged, not really seeing the point in trying to lie to her boyfriend.

“This isn’t your first rodeo, ya know.”

She gave him a look. “You know that wasn’t the same.” Her eyes flickered to the driver. “I wasn’t exactly…myself. And I wasn’t your girlfriend.”

Also, tonight they didn’t have the security and comfort of being at Wayne Manor.

No, instead this particular event was being held at the ballroom of Gotham’s most extravagant five-star hotel. It was a party for Wayne Enterprises, not a personal charity or party of the Wayne family.

Bruce had kindly asked Dick and Y/N to attend when board members and business partners started asking if the whole family would be attending. Jason hadn’t answered anyone’s calls or texts about it. None of them expected him to show up. Tim had to attend since he worked for Wayne Enterprises. And Damian…Well, Damian was his father’s son and not yet an adult. He basically had to do whatever Bruce asked of him while he lived under his roof.

“I’m not gonna leave your side,” Dick promised.

He squeezed her hand to further emphasize it.

Their car pulled up to the carpet at the bottom of the stairs.

There had to be a hundred journalists and photographers, along with random civilians who had nothing better to do than to see Gotham’s elite get out of cars and walk into a hotel.

Dick took in a deep breath.

Thankfully the car’s windows were tinted and protected them from any onlookers.

“Ready?” He asked her.

She nodded.

Dick opened the door and ignored the screams and flashes as he carefully helped Y/N out of the car with his offered hand. He also shielded her from the photographers to give her a moment to get out and adjust herself before they could capture any photos of her.

“Mr. Grayson! Mr. Grayson! Who is your mystery girlfriend?” Someone yelled.

Sometimes Y/N forgot that Dick was somewhat of a celebrity in Gotham City through association.

It wasn’t like people were asking for selfies everywhere he went. Or that the paparazzi were following his every move.

But in Gotham, people took note of where Dick Grayson went and who he was with.

And everyone noticed he’d had the same woman on his arm for quite some time now.

Even though Y/N and Dick had been dating for over a year, the media still couldn’t figure out Y/N’s identity.

What they didn’t realize was that she controlled every single piece of information about herself that lived on the internet.

They didn’t stand a chance.

Dick smiled and waved at people who called his name. But his hand other hand never left Y/N’s as he helped her up the stairs.

“Who are you wearing?” A female journalist yelled at Y/N.

She ignored them and focused on getting up the stairs without tripping and face planting. Not that Dick would ever let that happen.

However, she knew her outfit was going to draw gazes.

Y/N had made a promise to herself that if she was going to be forced to attend events like this with Dick, then she was going make a statement. People were already going to be staring at her, so she figured she might as well give them something good to stare at.

Instead of wearing a typical cocktail and formal dress, Y/N wore a full men’s suit that was tailored to perfection, but with the bowtie undone. It was what the fashion magazines would describe as “androgynous” in the press tomorrow morning.

Y/N wanted to control her own narrative. And she’d rather be judged for her bold decisions than just her trying to blend in.

Bruce insisted on paying for all the boys’ date’s dresses – in this case, suit – if they happened to bring one. He always thought it was more of an incentive for them to attend these terrible events if he encouraged them to bring significant others. And the press always had a field day with it, which only helped throw people of their trail when it came to their secret lives as vigilantes.

Everyone kept screaming Dick’s name as they walked in, and Y/N wondered how he got so good at smiling through the chaos and ignoring them.

Once they were inside, Dick felt the tension leave Y/N’s body a bit.

“Alcohol?” He offered with a smirk.

“Yes, please.”

He nodded, knowing it was exactly what she needed.

Quickly, he grabbed two champagne flutes off a passing waiter.

They clinked glasses.

Then he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Thank you for being my date.”

Y/N smiled at his sincerity.

Dick sighed before he threw back the champagne, “The quicker we find Bruce and prove we were here, the sooner we can leave.”

“Try not to sound so excited,” she laughed darkly.

Suddenly felt a small human wrap around her thighs.

Y/N gasped in excitement, “Dami!”

Dick smiled as he looked down at his 10-year-old brother hugging his girlfriend.

“Dick gave me the drawing you made for us. It’s so beautiful. I’m trying to find the perfect frame for it,” she told the boy.

Damian beamed with pride at that.

Suddenly the boy started asking a million questions about Stoker, one of his kittens that he’d given to them to take care of when Bruce gave a limit to how many cats Damian was allowed to have in the manor.

Then, to Dick’s shock, he saw Jason slowly walk over to them with his hands in his pant pockets.

He was not at all dressed nice enough for the event. No suit jacket. No tie. His white button-up shirt wrinkled, messily tucked into his pants, and with two many buttons undone. The sloppiness of it all clearly wasn’t an issue with the women, seeing as all of them were ogling Jason.

“Todd,” Damian greeted coldly, pausing his conversation with Y/N, who whipped around at the name.

“Hey, you,” Y/N smiled as she went to greet him.

Jason gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek and a quick hug.

“I really didn’t think you were coming,” Dick told his brother.

“Well, I wasn’t. But I got a business engagement.”

Y/N and Dick shared a confused look.

“What do you mean?” Dick asked.

“I found my neighbor crying on her fire escape a few nights ago. Apparently… one of the finance bros of Wayne fucking Enterprises was everything but a gentleman to her.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in realization. “J, I already took care of that.”

“I know,” Jason nodded as his eyes scanned the room. He was clearly on a personal mission tonight. “You deleted the evidence. I am teaching him a lesson.”

Dick slowly put together what they were implying.

“Oh, please don’t make a scene, Jason.” Dick begged him.

Because he knew Bruce wouldn’t be dealing with the aftermath; it would be him.

“Don’t worry!” Jason laughed. "I’m gonna take him outside before I beat the shit out of him. No one here will even notice. It’ll be fine,” Jason assured him as he gave Dick a far too heavy slap on the back.

“Just tell Bruce and he’ll get him fired,” Dick tried to convince him to take the less violent route.

“Oh, we already did,” Y/N muttered.

Dick’s gaze shot to his girlfriend.

“He’s getting fired on Monday,” she clarified sheepishly.

“Since when do the two of you work together behind my back?” Dick accused them.

But he wasn’t actually mad about anything – maybe just a little bit bitter.

Jason opened his mouth.

“I swear to God, Jason, if you say ‘club business,’ I will lose it…” Dick warned.

Y/N tried to hide her smile.

“Got him,” Jason growled as he glared at someone on the other side of the room.

As soon as he left them, Dick gave Y/N his full attention.

“Seriously?” He accused.

“I’m sorry! He asked me for a favor and I was happy to do it once I realized what it was,” Y/N defended.

Dick pouted a little. Mostly because he hated being left out.

“Don’t worry, ya big baby. I’m still your ‘guy in the chair’ and no one else’s,” she teased before giving him a kiss, immediately wiping the lipstick off his lips.

“How come Jason gets to beat up people at events like this, but I’m expected to behave like a well-trained dog?” Damian mumbled.

Dick sighed and shook his head.

“Jason likes to think he’s a lone wolf who doesn’t have to play by the rules,” Y/N tried to comfort the boy.

To distract Damian from getting further into how unfair it was, Y/N asked him to show her more of his drawings.

This seemed to please Damian and he pulled his phone out, flipping through photos and showing Y/N his recent sketches.

With Y/N being entertained by his youngest brother, Dick decided to go to the bar and get the two of them a stronger drink and maybe get a kiddie cocktail for Damian. He’d pretend to be patronized and annoyed by it, but Dick knew better.

He patiently waited for the bartender’s attention.

“So Gotham’s Golden Boy really has returned…” a husky voice uttered beside him at the bar.

Dick glanced over to see a beautiful woman close to his age eyeing him.

It was clear what she wanted. Dick used tactics like this on countless missions.

“So I have,” he answered.

He was polite, but distant.

Women hitting on him at events like this was nothing new. To Gotham, Dick Grayson was a Bruce Wayne 2.0 – younger, just as charming and handsome as his mentor and stand-in father figure.

Dick knew how to play the game. But he never had any interest in casual relationships like Bruce did.

“Back for good?” The woman persisted.

“My girlfriend and I are just in town for a few weeks,” he answered before ordering his drinks with the bartender finally.

“Oh, brought up the girlfriend rather quickly,” she laughed.

Dick quirked an eyebrow. “Is that a problem?”

“No, it’s just…my friends and I had a bet going.”

Then she pointed to a group of three young women, who were giggling and smiling, not even trying to pretend like they weren’t watching them closely.

“Oh, yeah?” Dick asked, already tired of this conversation.

Jason had already rejoined Y/N and Damian.

Y/N looked down to see his knuckles red with irritation and bruised.

“Please tell me there’s not a corpse in the alley behind this hotel now…” Y/N sighed.

“No,” Jason answered coldly. “Though there fucking should be.”

“What did he do?” Damian asked curiously, clearly he hadn’t been listening to their earlier conversation that closely.

Y/N shifted her weight in discomfort, not sure how to handle the subject with the boy. Yes, Damian was far more mature than many grown men, but he was still just a kid. There were some things Y/N felt like they should at least try to protect him from still.

“He got my neighbor too drunk to consent, filmed them having sex without her knowing it, and then showed it to a bunch of people at their work,” Jason answered bluntly.

Damian’s brow furrowed, clearly thinking long and hard about what his brother just told him.

After a moment, the boy perked up, “I know where we could hide the body so even father won’t find out.”

“Damian!” Y/N scolded.

But Jason was beaming.

Y/N looked around for Dick, hoping to find another sane person to stop the two boys from actually murdering anyone tonight.

But when she finally spotted him, she saw a woman standing far too close to Dick and pointing to a group of girls who flirtatiously waved and winked at both of them.

“Real cute,” Y/N muttered to herself.

“Vultures,” Damian growled as he followed her gaze.

“Jason, if I leave you alone with Damian, are you going to kill someone?” She asked without taking her eyes off her boyfriend.

“I don’t need to be watched,” Damian groaned.

“No, I need you to watch Jason to make sure he doesn’t change his mind about keeping that asshole alive.”

“Fine,” Damian whined.

Without any further confirmation, Y/N left them.

She walked across the party on a mission, never taking her stare off of her boyfriend.

Dick did a double take when he noticed her heading towards him.

“Hey,” he greeted innocently.

Because he was innocent. All he’d done was be polite to a bunch of women who were after him for his name…and maybe his good looks.

“I was wondering where my drink was,” Y/N said with a surprising calmness and smile.

Then she turned to the woman.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. You must be a friend of Dick’s.”

She held her hand out.

No cattiness. No rudeness.

Y/N said it with the same kindness that drunk women having with other drunk women in bar bathrooms.

“Oh…I’m Irina,” the woman stuttered as she took Y/N’s offered hand, clearly confused by Y/N’s niceness.

Dick held out her drink.

Y/N took it, quickly clinked her glass with both Dick and Irina.

“Cheers,” she sang before tossing it back and chugging the drink that was meant to be slowly sipped.

Dick didn’t know what game his girlfriend was playing, but he was intrigued.

Once Y/N lightly placed her empty glass back on the bar, she turned to Dick and tilted her head to the side. “Could you show me to the bathrooms? I have no idea where they are.”

“Of course,” Dick answered without knowing where this was going.

“It was nice meeting you, Irina,” Y/N told the woman as she linked her fingers with Dick’s and guided him away.

—

Meanwhile, Jason watched the interaction as if he were watching an award-winning movie. Him and Damian were way too far to hear, but everyone in the bat family could read lips more than fluently.

Then Jason smirked as he watched Y/N drag Dick away.

“Boys,” Bruce greeted as he snuck up on the two of them. “What are we staring at?”

“Oh, you know,” Jason hummed with hilarity, “just watching Y/N assert her dominance.”

“Good for her,” Bruce grinned as he realized what was happening.

He moved his attention to his youngest boy. “Alfred is waiting outside with the car. You’re officially released from your duties.”

“Finally,” Damian groaned.

“Don’t you wanna say bye to Y/N?” Jason asked.

“They’re coming to the manor tomorrow afternoon,” Bruce answered for his son. Then he raised a brow at Jason. “You’re welcome to join us.”

Jason’s only response was a shrug.

Bruce tried to hide his disappointment and nodded before he guided Damian away and walked him outside, where Alfred was waiting.

10 minutes later, Jason saw Dick trailing behind Y/N as she walked back to the main area of the event.

Jason burst out laughing at the spectacle.

Dick’s hair was an absolute mess. Half of his shirt was untucked. His jacket was draped over his forearm. His lips were swollen and pink. Y/N had left lipstick all over his neck and even a bit on the collar of his shirt.

Yet somehow not a single hair was out of place on Y/N and her makeup was still immaculate. Her outfit was just as sleek and clean as when she’d arrived. The only thing different was the proud smirk on her lips.

Clearly Y/N had just had her way with Dick.

But she wanted to make sure the whole party knew about it.

—

Y/N hadn’t said a word to Dick since she dragged him from that woman.

Her body did all the talking.

One second they were at the bathroom doors, the next Y/N had thrown him against the tiled wall after locking the bathroom door.

She gave no verbal explanation, just started kissing him and undoing his pants.

“Not that I’m complaining. Like, at all,” Dick laughed as they rejoined the party. “But wanna to tell me what that was all about?”

Y/N finally stopped walking and turned to face him with narrowed eyes. “I think you know, Richard.”

Y/N only ever used his full first name to provoke and tease him. And he hated that it worked every single time.

Dick glanced around to see that everyone in their vicinity was eyeing them. Well, they were mostly eyeing him and how it was clear he’d just been fucked in the bathroom.

He stepped close to her and lowered his voice, “Ohhh, I see how it is.” His eyes flickered down to her lips for a split second. “If a guy does that, he’s jealous and possessive. But if a woman does it, it’s sexy…”

Y/N proudly smiled like the cheshire cat. “Exactly.”

Something over his shoulder caught her attention. “Oh, I see Tim. I’m going to go say hi.”

Without hesitation, she brushed past him.

Dick let his head fall, put his hands on his hips, and laughed.

He’d pay her back later tonight. And by ‘pay her back,’ he would just tell her how incredibly hot her behavior had been and basically invite her to do it whenever she damn well pleased.

Dick felt a presence beside him, and he didn’t have to raise his head to know it was Bruce.

“Hey,” Dick greeted him nonchalantly.

“You have lipstick all over your neck,” Bruce told him as he took a sip of his drink and looked around the party. “And your zippers down.”

“Sure is,” Dick sighed.

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