#and me getting to pat them AHHHHH

[wetsocksinbed]

this is by far the best trophy I’ve ever earned

[gorillaxyz]

im insanely nosey and really into gossip stares at couple that have been dead for decades stares at couple who died over a decade before i was even born

[ozzgin]

OZZ OMG OMG OMG THAT YANDERE PRISON THING OMG OMG OMG

*jitters with excitement*

I NEED MORE AHHHHH IT TICKLED MY BRAIN THE RIGHT AND WRONG WAY AT THE SAME TIME

Like if you're nice they'll just become your dogs and if you're not nice they'll give you a very rough foursome I'm down for either OMG OMG OMG help I have problems

To quote Markiplier: "I'm not a masochist, this is about power"

*drops dead*

*instantly revives*

Ahem, I saw you mention you might come up with small plots, so I'll do the logical thing to try to inspire you:

- clueless darling ask the leaders about their gangs and whatnot. Like nonchalantly. Because they're too nice darling thought it's no big deal lol

- darling subconsciously avoid blonde man (even tho he is my favourite hahah) after seeing him beat up the guy

- darling got drunk (somehow in a prison) and either gets horny (and try to let it out under the blankets forgetting they got roommates)or innocently touchy hugging all three of them and poking their unique features, sitting in their laps and so on. Or better yet, touches/approaches other inmates in front of the roommates...

content: gender neutral reader, alcohol consumption, NSFW below the cut!

Inmates are creative. They will always find a way around the rules, and this time it happened to be a rather clumsy attempt at brewing alcohol. Had this been discovered by a guard, whoever concocted the beverage would've landed in detention.

Instead, it was you who found it, innocently assuming someone must've forgotten their water behind. You gulped down the clear liquid, thirsty after you walk, then promptly grimaced at its unexpected bitterness.

Safe to say you're now quite drunk.

That in itself would already be troublesome enough, but another thing is endangering yours and everyone else's peace: you're in a particularly flirty mood.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The officer's smile drops instantly, and he turns towards the deep voice. One of your criminal roommates glares at the sight with hollow eyes. You were clinging to the officer's arm, a dumb grin plastered on your face. The man in uniform quickly shoves you aside, his features pale and drained.

"It wasn't me who started it," he pleads.

You're quickly picked up by your bunkie, who is still staring at the guard. He won't be leaving this prison alive, that's for sure. Now, however, his priorities lie somewhere else.

The hallway spins as you're being carried away, and you shamelessly cling to your ride, feeling and groping the muscles and tracing along his tattooed skin.

"My God, at least wait until we're back to our cell," he groans with flushed cheeks.

The blonde one is trying to play it cool. Come, now, you're obviously out of it. He needs to be mature and tuck you in, or something along the line.

Easier said than done, especially with a raging boner. You're quick to notice it, and you certainly don't hesitate to point it out, making lewd gestures with your hands as some sort of offer.

"Are you sure you won't regret it tomorrow?"

"Hey now, I'm drunk, not unconscious," you bark between hiccups.

He may have interrogated you further, but the thought of your pretty little mouth struggling to take him in is too much to bear. He's essentially drooling by the time he pats his knee for you to come over.

The pierced one drops you on your bed with a flat expression. Annoyance? A closer look at his pursed lips, and one can tell he's really just struggling to maintain his composure.

"Please, I really need to-"

You hold him back by the arm and bat your eyelashes. In return, he clicks his tongue. Is this some sort of test from above? His beloved Darling is essentially begging to be fingered. Yet, he shouldn't be taking advantage of your state. He shouldn't...

Too late. You gasp at his rough fingers making their way in.

"Alright, don't be too loud," he concludes with a faint smirk.

The masked one gently places you on your bed, then plants himself before you with crossed arms.

"Nonsense. You're drunk."

"I mean it", you repeat yourself.

He does his best to look imposing. Truth be told, his knees weakened from the moment "fuck me" slipped out of your mouth. He gladly would, but he has morals. Well, when it comes to you, anyways.

Your pout seems to suggest this would be a long standoff. He sighs, then pushes you back onto the mattress.

"How about this? I'll take care of it," he explains quietly, his cloth hovering above your groin. "I'll be awaiting your offer again once you're sober."

For now, his tongue will have to do.

[Yandere Prison] | [More Yandere Stories]

[323cutie]

I’ve noticed that yunho has a habit of cradling someone’s head when he likes them/they’re affectionate to him?? Like sometimes when he’s hugging the members he’ll pat the back of their head in a loving way ugh it’s so cute.. he’s so cute.

But I’ve been having thoughts about this relating to the bedroom…. Like he’s being rough with you or whatever but his hand is there at the back of ur head just cradling you against him??? Ugh like I can see him being strict with you but his love will still bleed through with actions like that…. I’ve being thinking about him too much.. I love him

Also I love u and ur writing!!! I get so excited when you’ve posted heheh love u too <3 mwah

ahhhhh omg haiiii <3 thank u for Tuning into all of my crazy thoughts and insanity !!!!!!

Anyways this makes me actually sick and ill because like. yeah yunho can be a little rough in bed but above all else he is insanely kind and sweet and loving and I think little things like this really prove it

I'm talking nasty dirty bleary eyed messy hair drooling unable to walk the next day typa shit... and I think something like this would come out specifically when you're kind of at the end of a session. 3 orgasms deep and you're exhausted but still so needy... and he knows you and your body so well...

"one more for me, baby, hm? you can do that, right?" he's murmuring, shifting so his cock enters you again. you sigh out a moan and he mirrors it, leaning even closer to you to press his forehead against yours.

"fuck -- i don't know, yunho," you whine, but you're canting your hips towards his. "feels so good..."

yunho hums, fond, reaching an arm under your neck to cradle your head, pushing your face into his neck. you follow easily, so obedient, and his heart clenches at the same time his dick twitches inside of you. "i know, sweetheart," he sighs out, listening to the little noises you breathe into his skin. his other arm helps you lift your leg over his hip, then rests on the small of your back before he picks up the pace. "want you to feel good."

[wildestdreamsblog]

Latibule Spinoff: Elysian

Pairing: Doctor/Mafia!Kim Seokjin x Intern!Reader 

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: Ahhhhh sorry for the late update (Daniella was swamped) but thank you for anticipating this story! I hope you like this and please reblog if you do! Also also also. Have u seen how handsome Seokjin in in every content he releases…I am unwell

Masterlist, Part VI of __

Jung Hoseok was looking at him with visible disgust in his face. The fucker did not even attempt to hide it as he watched his hyung drank another shot of alcohol.

See, he could have drunk alone but this particular mafia prince decided to disrupt their fairly peaceful dinner when he sauntered in with an expensive bottle of whiskey that could feed a community from the price alone. Their conversation was abruptly cutoff when he placed the bottle on the dining table with a thud before proceeding to pour the content in a glass, and then drinking straight from the bottle like the lunatic and eccentric man he was proving to be.

Suffice to say, he was starting to get concerned at his hyung’s actions. He was a man of manners, priding himself to always be in proper decorum and holding himself at such a high esteem. The way he had been for the past few days were anything but the man he claimed to be. It wasn’t only Hoseok who found this peculiar. Park Jimin was nibbling his lower lips in worry, a habit he had from his childhood and was not able to shake off until now.

The brothers, sans Yoongi who was declared missing and presumed dead, all watched as their oldest hyung ignored them and instead, focused on his drinking while actively glaring at his phone as though the silence was offending him.

“This is familiar,” Taehyung commented with his deadpanned voice and continued eating his steak like nothing was amiss, uncaring of whatever was happening outside his dinner he specifically requested from the chef because Seokjin was not in the mood to prepare their usual dinner. “This was you more than a year ago.”

Jungkook looked at knife Taehyung was using as a pointer with a pout. “I didn’t reach that level of patheticness, thank you very much!”

“He’s right, Taehyung-ah,” Namjoon butted in, his hand patted Jungkook’s back.

“Thank you, hyung-“

“He was worst.”

Kim Namjoon enjoyed chaos, it was apparent. He thrived in it, but his cool demeanor and his strictness made it seemed the opposite. The brothers knew better. He wasn’t the straight A student people perceived him to be. Nope, he was much worse with twisted sense of justice and humor.

It can be seen by the way he calmly sipped his wine, the corners of his mouth curling into a subtle smirk as Jungkook exploded and Taehyung dodged the chicken thrown his way. Hoseok, ever the pacifist, didn’t know where to focus his attention to: the two youngest bickering on his one side, or the oldest who had just opened yet another bottle of whisky and was drinking straight from the source as though he had a spare liver and was testing the limits of his current one.

On the other hand, Jimin was on the corner with his phone plastered on his ear. “Hello, bear? Where are you? Come pick me up, I’m scared-” He paused as he listened to the response on the other end. “Hello? Bear?”

“Fine! I’ll just join my favorite hyung!” Jungkook pointedly said as he neared Jin who quietly passed him a glass of whisky. “You’re my only brother now.”

Seokjin suddenly lunged at his phone the moment it dinged with an alert, only to suddenly curse at it much to the surprise of the brothers. The force from which he slammed his phone on the table caused the expensive dinnerware to fear for their lives. Jimin timidly picked up the phone he threw across the table and read the message aloud.

“Dear Doctor Kim Seokjin, I hope this email finds you well. We wanted to extend our heartfelt congratulations to you on your well-deserved nomination- what is this? Are you mad because your research is nominated for a nobel prize?”  Jimin turned to his hyung with a frown on his face. He swore his brothers were becoming weirder and weirder as the days passed by. He was the only sane one here, truly.

Of course, it was perfectly sane to threaten any man who came too close to his bear, Jimin reasoned to himself. Or that he purposefully got injured in assignments whenever he felt like her attention was straining away from him.

Seokjin nodded, grumpily resting his chin on his fist. His thick dark brows were pinched together as he cursed at the message. “Stupid awards.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened in realization, “Ah, I get it now. You don’t want award, you want noona.”

This again, Hoseok thought. There was no way his hyung was acting this way because of a woman. He knew his hyung. He was disgusted by women and didn’t find them particularly interesting. In fact, he acted like they didn’t exist and Hoseok thought it was because of his mother. He waited for the denial that he was certain would come…until it didn’t.

Seokjin was silent. The man just literally sat there and drank his alcohol as though he had no plans to deny Jungkook’s ridiculous claim, much to Hoseok’s surprise.

“If you want her so bad, why don’t you apologize already?!” Jungkook shouted, shaking Jin’s shoulder. Ever the competitive one, he caught up to the volume of drink Seokjin intake and now it showed through his loud voice and sluggish movements.

“I already did, you idiot!”

“So she didn’t forgive you! Deserved!”

“As a matter of fact, she did!” Seokjin screamed back at the youngest, the vein in his neck protruding and his ears reddening.

“Then what is the problem, hyung?” Namjoon prompted, even he couldn’t make sense of why he was acting the way he did.

“She forgave me!”

“And that’s…the problem?” Hoseok asked with a tilt in his head.

“Yes!”

“Because?” Jimin prompted, sensing that Seokjin was struggling to articulate his feelings.

“I don’t just want her forgiveness-“

“And they said I was the different want who couldn’t differentiate one emotion from the other,” Taehyung said in a deadpanned manner.

“I realized I don’t want forgiveness. I want-“

“-Her?” Jungkook finished.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Seokjin immediately snapped; his voice was defensive but there was a telltale pause, a moment of hesitation that betrayed his true feelings. He continued, his voice rising with each word, as though he was trying to convince himself as much as the others. “I don’t want her forgiveness. I don’t want her to text me again. I don’t crave her attention. I don’t imagine us running towards each other in a field of flowers somewhere in Amsterdam. And I certainly don’t want her to be the mother of my children!” His voice broke with emotion, and with that final outburst, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving the others in stunned silence until the resounding slamming of several doors broke them out of their stupor.

---

You were deeply focused on your phone that you didn’t notice a certain someone standing in your way. You admitted that it was a bad habit of yours to be so utterly unaware of your surroundings nor the danger that it contained when you were thinking of something. It was later in the future when you discovered just how unsafe it was.

You certainly couldn’t have avoided bumping into him, but he could have– and yet, he actively chose not to. The collision could have been avoidable given the sparse amount of space around. It was five in the morning and the hospital lobby was not yet busy. Your pace was not even hurried and he was literally standing there and watching you with his dark eyes enter the hospital lobby. It wasn’t until you collided with his surprisingly broad chest did you notice him. You would’ve stumbled, maybe even fallen, if his hands hadn’t gripped your shoulders, steadying you.

“I’m so sor—” you began, but your words trailed off as your eyes landed on him. You had been expecting a stranger, but instead, you found yourself looking up at Kim Seokjin, someone you had seen not long ago (more than eight hours to be exact).

You blinked up at him, slightly dazed, as he looked down at you with something warm and unexplainable in his eyes. There was a subtle change in him, though you couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was. But it didn’t matter. He wasn’t your concern anymore.

Not your monkey, and definitely no longer your circus.

You pulled away from him immediately. However, you noted that there was a hesitation in his touch before he let you go. It was brief and yet, you were sure it was there.

"Sorry about that," he said, his voice smooth and calm. The corners of his mouth curled up in a faint smile, making his eyes twinkle with a touch of amusement.

“No, I should have been paying attention. My apologies, Doctor Kim,” you replied formally, drawing an invisible line between the two of you. Maybe if you did that, you could go back to the way things were before everything got so complicated. Right. It was just correct that you started acting professionally when it came to the Chief. He was, after all, your boss and you had embarrassed yourself enough. If you wanted that stellar recommendation, then you’d have to get your act straight.

You smiled at him and that was when he lost his. You bowed and proceeded to walk away from him, your attention back to your phone as though his presence could no longer affect you. There was something telling him that maybe it was true.

How could you just…brush him off like that?

How could you just go on while he was beating himself for pushing you away?

And how could you expect him to just accept what he found to be unacceptable?! He wasn’t Kim Seokjin, a trained Mafia prince, renowned doctor, billionaire, and the worldwide handsome for nothing.

“Ah!” he groaned dramatically clutching his chest where you had bumped into him, his voice echoing through the quiet hospital lobby. He made sure it was loud enough to grab the attention of everyone around him, including the staff. They immediately ran over to check on him, their eyes wide with concern.

You paused, frozen mid-step, feeling the eyes of the entire room shift toward Seokjin. You could sense it—theatrics. This was exactly the kind of scene you had wanted to avoid, but of course, Seokjin was never one to let things go quietly.

"Doctor Kim! Are you alright?" one nurse asked in a panic, while another was already dialing someone—probably a medic. Someone even was screaming emergency as more people gathered around him.

You sighed deeply, closing your eyes for a moment to summon whatever patience you had left. He left you no choice. Had you leave, you would look like a bitch. Turning on your heel, you walked back to where Seokjin stood, still clutching his chest as if he were on the verge of collapse. His eyes met yours, sparkling mischievously despite the serious expression he tried to maintain.

“Really, Seokjin?” you muttered under your breath.

---

“Doctor Y/N, your negligence caused serious physical injury not only to anyone, but to our very own and beloved Doctor Kim!”

You flinched at the HR Department head before sneakily shooting Seokjin a hard glare. Seriously, he sent you to HR just because you bumped into him?! How petty could he be?

The answer to that was too petty.

Even petty couldn’t even begin to describe this!

Seated across from you, with an exaggerated pout, Seokjin held a warm compress to his chest as though nursing a life-threatening injury. Next to him sat the HR Department head, looking utterly serious.

"How are you feeling, Doctor Kim?" the HR head asked him, to which Seokjin gave a pathetic little whimper.

"I'm recovering," he replied, dramatically wincing as if your minor collision had left him grievously wounded.

You clenched your fists, fighting the urge to scream. This man is unbelievable! You weren’t just in HR because of a bump. You were in HR because Kim Seokjin wasn’t ready to let you go. Or was it his ego that couldn’t let go? You thought for sure that it was probably the latter.

“Did you even apologize, Doctor?” the HR head asked, her brow raised and eyes filled with judgment.

“Of course I did—” you began to explain, but before you could finish, Seokjin interrupted with a dramatic sigh, leaning further into his chair.

“It feels like she wasn’t even sorry,” he muttered, his voice dripping with exaggerated hurt.

Your jaw clenched, anger bubbling just beneath the surface. You shot him another glare, your patience wearing thin. “I literally apologized right after I bumped into you,” you protested, your voice tinged with frustration.

The HR head frowned, turning her disapproving gaze back to you. "Doctor Kim seems to think otherwise," she remarked.

Seokjin's lower lip jutted out in a pout as if your mild collision had ruined his entire week. He clutched the warm compress on his chest more theatrically, glancing at you with puppy-dog eyes.

This was so beyond ridiculous, but you had no choice but to play along for now. "I apologize again, Doctor Kim," you said stiffly, the words forced but necessary.

He shook his head slowly, “I don’t think I can function well this week…”

Of course, the HR head ate up his performance without hesitation. Her face twisted in concern as she asked, “How can we make this better, Doctor Kim?”

Seokjin didn’t miss a beat. He lifted his gaze toward you, looking up through his lashes with the faintest smirk hiding beneath his pout, as though he was plotting something.

You braced yourself.

“Well,” Seokjin began, his tone measured and sweet, “perhaps if Doctor Y/N could make amends...by spending a little more time making sure I’m alright. After all, accidents can have lingering effects,” he added, his voice a mixture of innocence and something else entirely.

Your patience snapped. “I bumped into you. You’re not a fragile vase!”

But he wasn’t going to let this go that easily, and judging by the look on the HR head’s face, you were stuck.

“Enough. Because of the inconvenience you caused to Doctor Kim, you are suspended for a week.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. Suspended? For bumping into him? This couldn’t be happening. Your brain raced as you tried to process what had just been said, but all you could focus on was one fact—you couldn’t afford to be suspended. You literally couldn’t afford to lose a week’s salary.

Your crestfallen face almost made Seokjin stopped this act, but he couldn’t lose you. At least, not yet, he thought. Not until he figured out why his heart was fucking hurting when you weren’t around. Or why he was up all night because the thought of you leaving his life made him tossed and turned all night. Or why he was acting like a devious, Slytherin brat (something Jimin would surely was) just to keep you beside him.

“Or she could just assist me the entire month it’ll take me to recover-”

“Whole month?!” you repeated, dumbfounded at what your ex-crush was saying.

Seokjin’s eyes blinked innocently, as though he wasn’t pulling the strings of this ridiculous charade. “What?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, as if he didn’t understand the problem. “This way, you’ll get paid. Plus overtime. Plus premiums. Plus dinner with me everyday. What more can you ask?”

You stared at him, your jaw hanging open as you tried to process the audacity of his proposal. The way he smirked, leaning back slightly with a look of self-satisfied victory, only served to increase your frustration. This was outrageous, but somehow, you knew he was serious.

“Are you kidding me?” you finally managed, your voice barely above a whisper. “You can’t just—”

“Actually, I can,” Seokjin interrupted smoothly. “And I will. Unless you want to risk a suspension that you clearly can’t afford. It’s your choice.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words caught in your throat. Seokjin had you cornered. He was offering a solution that, while absurd and humiliating, was far better than the alternative. And the way he leaned in, as if he was sharing a secret, made it clear that he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Well?” he prompted, still wearing that smug grin.

[prettypinkporkchop]

Can I request Seth x reader who getting the worst case of cuteness aggression because of him where they'll be like "I would kill someone for just looking at you wrong but you're so cute it pisses me of and I wanna hit you with my car" and the pack are just concerned but Seth's just like "she's so nice🤭"

HOLY SHIT IM SO READY TO WRITE THIS ADORABLE AHH ONE PLEASEEE

Everyone is chilling at the beach. You're running out of the water with Kim next to you. You two are chasing Claire.

You jump onto Seth's lap. He grunts but sighs of relief once he realizes there's no pain in his groin. He wraps his arms around your waist. You dangle your feet on the side of the chair, and you nuzzle your face into his neck and start squeezing. "I'm about to literally eat you alive." You aggressively growl. Seth giggles, and his cheeks redden. "Damn, that's terrifying. The hell." Embry says. You pull back and grab his face pressing your forehead on his. "Oh my fucking god, I love you. I just want to fucking run you over." You start roughly pressing your lips on his and then gently bite his shoulder. "Ahhhhh!" You squeeze his face. He's a giggling mess.

"Y/n! Come play!" You turn and see Leah, Claire, and Kim building sand castles. You jump up and run over to them. Seth grabs twizzlers from Embrys lap and looks at you (gif imaginethe red sunglasses being twizzlers). "She's so sweet." He gushes. The boys look at each other with concerned faces. "Uhhh.." they all say.

You got back to Emilys from the store. Everyone is sitting on the couch and recliners. The pack really wanted snacks, so you bought them some.

You throw the bag of m&ms at Paul. "Here." You dig in the store bag, going to give the rest of the pack their candy. "Imagine being a crazy killer. Couldn't be me." Paul mumbles. You smirk and look at him. "I'm not a killer! Not my fault Seth makes me so angry because of how precious he is." You reply and then hand out the rest of the candy. You turn to Seth, who's holding his candy tightly and glaring at Paul. "Stockholm syndrome?" Quil asks while laughing. "She's so sweet, and she loves me!" He playfully yells. They all burst into laughter. Leah reaches for her brother's shoulder. "If you end up dead, we know who." She then pats. He groans and leans his head back. When he does this, you press your lips on his. He smiles and lifts his head back up. "Simp." Embry grumbles. Seth flips him off, and you sit next to your Seth.

[tonyboneysblog]

MOTHER HEN: PART NINE

parings: hawks x mother!reader

wordcount: 2.8k

notes: IF TUMBLR KEEPS PLAYIN WITH THESE MENTIONS IM GOJNB TK LOZE IT AHHHHH- also I missed you cuties🥴

warnings: none!

summary: you, the mother of Fumikage Tokoyami, are just a simple nurse! Who caught the eye of a certain pro.

Truthfully, hawks was having an amazing day.

He could feel the peep in his step, and when he woke up he almost thought some upbeat pep song start playing because he felt like he was in a damn movie.

He almost skips over to Mirko when he sees her, big smile on his face.

Mirko looks over at him skeptically, “what’s got you in such a good mood?”

Hawks hums, “oh nothing, I was only kissed by a beautiful maiden last night around…I don’t know 12:47?”

Mirko smile suddenly drops as she looks towards hawks slowly.

Then she suddenly catches him in the most disgustingly tight hug, “you dirty dog- why didn’t you tell me immediately?!”

“It was spur of the moment?”

Mirko squeezes tighter, “I know for a fact you didn’t make the first move.”

Hawks chuckles and try’s to raise his hand in surrender.

“You know me, full of surprises”

Mirko drops his, “Alright since you won’t tell me the truth I’m going to his you terrible news”

Hawks raises his brows in curiosity, “and that is?”

Mirko sighs, “HPSC decided to call me since you apparently been AWOL all night…”

Hawks rolls his eyes, “what do they want with you, you don’t even work for them.”

“They wanted me to tell you that they needed your excellence immediately- something important apparently.” Mirko crossed her arms looking away from hawks.

Hawks hums, Mirko seems to be in deep thought but he doubts it about the “important” business that the HPSC wants with him.

Mirko pats hawks back, “you sure it was just a kiss last night, birdie?”

Hawks whips his head towards her, “w-what?! Of course I’m sure!”

“I mean- gone all night?” Mirko giggles- “was she really that-“

Hawks cuts Mirko off, “Stop talking.”

It’s not hawks fault he decided to have a good night sleep with his phone turned off.

And maybe on a different day then events would honestly even more romantic than you made.

But your son was also literally attacked by villains- hawks wouldn’t go all, “come on baby” after that.

Speaking of you and Fumikage, the two of your were in the same spot as yesterday.

U.A. had cancelled school for the week after the kids got attacked- even if they didn’t cancel you still wouldn’t allow Fumikage to go back.

You couldn’t tell if Fumikage was okay or messed up in the head. You’d assume they’d go over some type of mental check before they let Fumikage go frolic with hawks somewhere but it also U.A.

Sure it’s the best hero school- but maybe you should’ve made Fumikage go to Shiketesu instead.

Shiketesu kids don’t get attacked by villains almost everyday.

Fumikage was still sleeping next to you when you woke up on the couch, you were slowly hit with all the memories that happened the night before.

like kissing a pro hero.

moment of weakness? perchance.

You check your messages yet they aren’t any from him, he’s probably working anyways.

You called off for at least two days so you were able to keep an eye on Fumikage so you really don’t have an excuse to ignore a text from hawks if he sends one.

Well you’re a grown woman, face your “mistakes” Y/N!

pretty lady

good morning.

maybe it wasn’t a good idea to text hawks on the job- you don’t wanna distract-

bird boy

MORNING Y/N

we’ll nevermind.

pretty lady

so about last night, I’m

sorry for yknow.

bird boy

kissing me?

bird boy

do it again.

bird boy

wait

bird boy

shit how do I unsend messages

you start to giggle, well at least he doesn’t regret it? thought he doesn’t know how to use iMessage.

pretty lady

haha. It okay keep it there

bird boy

yes ma’am

bird boy

I’m abt to be in some meeting. ttyl?

pretty lady

what?

bird boy

ttyl?

bird boy

sorry forgot you were a fossil

not funny, not even Fumikage calls you a fossil.

Aside from spending more time with Fumikage, your day has been quite boring.

and technically you haven’t been spending time with Fumikage because he’s been asleep the whole time.

Your heart aches with worry, Fumikage never really told you about the events yesterday- just that shadow took control.

You didn’t watch too much either, nor call U.A. Because you could already tell the media was ripping them apart just from looking at your timeline.

you know deep down that Fumikage will return to U.A. no matter how worried or how much you hate it. It is his dream school, he worked hard to get in.

You feel as if there’s something deeper affecting Fumikage- deep down in your bones.

And yeah maybe you’re slightly worried for the boy who was kidnapped.

Yeah, no way U.A. is surviving this.

But all you could really do now is focus on Fumikage and his feelings.

the following days were calm, hawks texted you at night mostly about random things or just his small thoughts.

One time he’s asked you if the moon were a rock or planet, he said he got in an argument with Mirko about it.

sadly he didn’t win it.

Fumikage was lounging on the couch, he would be out training but you begged him to rest.

even better news is that the boy who got kidnapped was found, saw the whole thing on the news too.

All might fought the big bad, and he won.

You never had the best opinion on All might but it’s also the number one hero so you can hate him too much.

You personally like best jeanist the most but you’d never tell poor hawks that.

Fumikage suddenly jumps when there’s a knock of the door, you pat his head in an attempt to console him then go to answer the door.

Imagine your surprise when you see the former number one and Fumikages homeroom teacher standing there.

All might smiles slightly, “Evening Ms. Tokoyami.”

you send a smile back, “evening, what bring you two here?”

All Might fiddles with a loose stand on his arm sling, “we came to discuss a matter with you, about Fumikage.”

“Please, come in then.” You open the door more to allow them into your home.

Fumikage perks up at seeing his teacher, “Mr. Aizawa?”

It was weird to see his homeroom teacher look so…clean?

All might and Aizawa sit on the couch infront of you a Fumikage.

“So, what is it that you need to speak about?” You say calmly.

Aizawa speaks up first, explaining on how they wanted to put the hero course students into dorms as some type of better protection.

it made your blood boil.

“So, will you allow Fumikage to-“

“No, I will not.” You reply curtly.

You can hear All Might whisper a small, “well that’s a first.” to Aizawa.

The silence is akward to say the least.

Alll scratches the back of his head, “is there a specific reason?”

“Would you like me to say it allowed, or put it in an email.”

“Preferably aloud?”

You breathe in deeply, “I don’t even know if I want my son in your school anymore. You’ve destroyed all my trust in this school- and if you think your protecting the students then your just plan wrong because the villains have infiltrated the school not once, but twice. Honestly I can’t even comprehend other parents agreeing to this.”

Fumikage messes with his hands anxiously, slightly embarrassed.

“Ma’am, we understand-“

You cut him off, “I seriously doubt that you under my perspective, you’re not a woman nor are you a parent- let only a parent on your own.”

Again the room falls into a tense silence.

until Fumikage speaks up, quietly.

“I think I would enjoy the dorms…”

You look over to Fumikage, surprise evident on your face.

Fumikage doesn’t look at you, “and I like U.A. too- all my friends are there.”

“Alright, then you can go.” You stay with a small smile directed at Fumikage.

“W-what? But you said-“

You grab Fumikages hand softly, “I can’t control what you want or what you do Fumikage. I’m not gonna force you stay here, you are your own person Fumi.”

All might sighs in relief, until you start talking again.

“But I’m not gonna retract anything I said, your school sucks in my opinion.” You sigh.

All might chuckles, “understood.”

You stand up and open the door for them, signifying that you wouldn’t really like them there anymore.

“Have a good rest of your day, Ms. Tokoyami.” Aizawa says as they leave.

When you shut the door you could almost hear all might a Aizawa sighing, almost like they just encountered a near death experience.

Maybe you could’ve been slightly kinder?

No, no, they deserved it.

Suddenly your phone dings with a text, from hawks more specifically.

bird boy

could I come over?

pretty lady

sure, something wrong?

He never replied though, hawks doesn’t actually ever ask to come over though.

Fumikage and hawks seems to be on alright terms as well, you noticed they both got the same drink when hawks dropped him off.

maybe they’re bonding?

Fumikage starts to tug at your shirt, something he never grew out of, holding his phone to you.

It was open to a text thread, someone named shoji.

“Can I go hang out with him?”

You hum, “yes- but come home early, you know I worry more cause of these villains.”

Fumikage pecks your cheek then runs out the house quickly.

well he’s sure excited to hang out with someone.

About ten minutes after you hear hawks knocking at your door, and when you open he looks…tired? exhausted?

“Hey mama bird.” His voice calls tiredly.

You usher him in and close the door, “everything okay?”

Hawks melts into the couch with sigh, “yeah, just a rough day- where’s Fumikage?”

You sit next to him, “He went out with a friend, did you wanna see him?”

“Nah, better he isn’t.” He chuckles softly.

Should you be worried about that?

You rest your head onto the back of the couch, looking at hawks.

“Why’s that?”

“cause I wanted to see just you.” He closes his eyes, he look tireder by the minute.

You giggle, “You can’t see me, your eyes are closed.”

“Close enough.”

You admire hawks features softly, you notice small bumps and nicks in his skin which are always edited out in the magazine.

Your eyes linger on the small marks near his eyes, you’ve always wondered if it were makeup.

So you check.

Your thumb runs over the marks, making hawks eyes squint softly before opening them.

“What’re you doing?”, He says with a mischievous manner.

“Just checking if they’re real.”

“Did I disappoint?”

you smile fondly, “no, never.”

Hawks analyzes every detail your face holds, every mark.

His smile fades, his eyes look heavy.

He grabs your wrist softly, moving them away from his face.

He looks at you as if you hung the stars.

He leans in, you can feel his breath ghost over your lips.

He hands ,which were ungloved prior, intertwine with your as he leans in.

His lips capture your own, his slightly chapped most likely due to always being in the sky.

He leans in farther, like he needs your kiss to breath, to live.

He needs the comfort of your lips to feel better, he needs to remember the taste, the feel, the smell of you.

The way your lips perfectly mold together like clay.

He feels like he’s flying, no cares in the world expect for you.

Hawks can feel your warm hands slip near his torso, his stomach flutters with butterflies.

You hold onto him, lovingly.

hawks places his free hand into your hair, pushing you closer to his lips.

You can hear a small coo coming from hawks, wonder if he chirps.

He loves the sensation, the feeling you give him.

He wants to stay in your warmth forever, he doesn’t wanna go back to the HPSC, he doesn’t want to do this new mission,

He doesn’t want to sneak into the league.

he just wants you.

Hawks hold you closer, like you’ll disappear until you have to come up for air.

The two of you breathe heavily, slowly coming back down from your little kissing high.

“date me.” He says breathlessly.

You cup his face with your hand, “y-

“What the fuck.”

You and hawks looks towards to door quickly.

“is that the number three hero..?”

only to find your poor son Fumikage and another boy.

mortifying is the only way to describe this situation.

Fumikage turns around to the boy, covering his eyes in what seems to be disappoint.

In return, hawks covers his eyes and retreats into you, covering himself with his wings.

You start laughing, so hard that you can feel your very own six pack growing in.

The boy, which you assume is shoji, starts laughing with you, “hey Fumikage, I didn’t know your stepdad was the number three.”

You laugh even harder, while hawks and Fumikage retreat further.

Later, when the embarrassment and laughter cleared, the four of you sat down at the dining table.

“I didn’t think you’d come home so early Fumi?”

shoji looks at Fumikage, “Fumi?”

“Well mother. I had to come back because I forgot my wallet- I did t know I’d come back and see some…some- some harlot sucking face with my mom!” Fumikages voice grows in pitch with each word.

Hawks gasps, “h-harlot?! And it wasn’t sucking face we didn’t even use tongue!”

Suddenly the table erupts as you sit back and watch.

“Disgusting- you’re illiterate and you can’t keep your hands off my mother!”

“I thought we were bonding Fumikage- remember when you gave me that drink?”

Fumikage shrieks, “I SHOULD’VE LET YOU DIE OF DEHYDRATION.”

“I wasn’t even on the brink of dehydration?!” Hawks says confused.

The small spat continues as you look over towards shoji with an apologetic face.

It was the first time this kid met you and he saw you on a quite personal time…

Shoji throws you a small thumbs up, great kid already.

You can almost hear Fumikage start cawing at hawks.

You try to break up the fight, “Alright— calm down…”

Fumikage sits down and crosses his arms as hawks deflates back into the chair.

“Fumikage..I apologize for kissing on the couch…I’ll take it to my room next time.”

Fumikage squawks, “mom!”

You can see hawks ears go red, his wings puffing.

Fumikage points at him accusatorially, “I know what you’re thinking you…you- you womanizer!”

Hawks gasps dramatically, “I-I’m no womanizer- I happen to like your momma!”

“Point at him too dark shadow!” Dark shadow comes out chanting “womanizer” while pointing at hawks.

Shoji decides to join in as-well…and maybe you too.

hawks sighs in defeat, Fumikage cheers victoriously with shadow.

You expect him to start jumping up and down with shadow as well.

“Shoji- remove the criminal from my home!”

Shoji chuckles, “not doing that..”

You stand up and lead hawks out of the house, you can hear Fumikage and Shoji laughing.

Hawks sits down on the stairs, you sit with.

Hawks sighs, “Not a womanizer.”

You giggle softly, patting his head.

Hawks stays quiet for a minutes wu til speaking up, “so, what’s your answer?”

“To what?”

His ears turn pink, “…d-dating me.”

“I’m surprised that’s even a question.”

“Is that a yes?”

You nod softly, smiling at hawks.

Hawks smiles with you, “can I kiss you again?”

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to stop.”

Hawks wraps his arms around you, “maybe, is that such a problem?”

“Maybe?”

Hawks leans in to kiss you softly, but you pull away.

“Why were you so upset when you came over?” You say while starting to rub soft circles on his hips.

“Not upset anymore.”

You sigh, “You don’t wanna tell me?”

“It’s not that…I just can’t tell you.” Hawks rests his head on your shoulder.

“Jus’ stressed out.”

You crane your head to kiss his temple, “would you like to spend the night?”

Hawks lets out a small laugh, “Fumikage wouldn’t like that.”

“He’ll get over it.” You push away from hawks slowly.

He laughs and follows you in the house, you point towards your bedroom then leave hawks to see Fumikage.

Hawks wanders into your room, it’s nice he thinks.

He removes most of his hero clothes until he realizes he doesn’t have another pair.

You won’t mind if he stole some of your wardrobe, right?

After done telling Fumikage goodnight, who was about to leave to walk Shoji home, you walk into your room to find hawks in your clothes.

how cute?

You make your way to the bed, welcoming its new found comfort.

Hawks seems to be sleeping until he snuggles into your neck, wrapping his arms and wings around you.

Looks like you won’t need a blanket at least?

hawks tries to sleep quickly, big day tomorrow.

infiltrating and gathering information on the league.

he hopes to god you don’t get hurt somehow.

would you be mad at what he’s doing? Or would you clean the blood of his hands.

would you spit on his face or kiss him until he couldn’t breath.

he’s scared for the answer.

Yet he continues to fall farther into you.

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[thelovelylolly]

Tech bb 1 and 9 from ur valentines prompt list

Take Care of You

Summary: After a close call on a mission, you find comfort in Tech Warnings: mentions of violence and injuries Word Count: 705 Notes: I LOVE TECH OMG HOW HAVE I NOT WRITTEN FOR HIM BEFORE????? I LOVE HIM SO MUCH LIKE ITS BAD AHHHHH

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was how little pain you felt. The last thing the remembered was a rouge bomb going off close to you, throwing you yards away and knocking you out. You tried to sit up, then the pain caught up with you, hitting you on your back.

"Ah, you are awake," Tech's voice came from beside you.

You realized you were in your bunk on the Marauder, and you turned your head to see Tech by your side with his datapad in hand.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, typing away as he spared a quick glance up at you.

"Sore," you mumbled as you slowly turned yourself to dangle your legs on the edge of your bunk.

"I suggest you stay here for a bit longer, I'll give you another dose of pain medication in an hour and then you can begin to move around," Tech quickly said when he noticed you sitting on the edge of your bed.

"How long was I out?"

"Only a few hours. We've been traveling in hyperspace, so you haven't missed anything of importance. You are lucky, any closer and that explosion could've caused more serious injuries."

You looked over at him just as he looked up at you, your gazes meeting. He adjusted his goggles and didn't look back down at his datapad like usual.

"I'm also lucky I have a great squad member to take care of me," you said with a weak smile.

You could see pink dust Tech's cheeks, but he acted like he didn't notice his face warming up.

"Yes, well, I only trust myself when it comes to taking care of injuries like the ones you sustained. I don't believe you'd want Wrecker to tend to your injuries," he replied, looking back down at his datapad.

You laughed weakly, only to be cut off by a sharp pain from your back. You inhaled sharply through your teeth before trying to breath through the pain.

"How much long did you say until I got another dose of pain meds?"

"About an hour, I'm sorry I can't give it to you any sooner. I'll leave you to get some rest until then," he answered.

"You don't need to leave so soon," you quickly said right before he turned to leave.

His gaze found yours again. "Why is that? There is nothing I can assist you with, so I should give you some quiet time in order to sleep."

You patted the space next to you on your bunk, and Tech hesitantly sat next to you. He turned his eyes to the wall across from the two of you, setting his data on the side opposite of you. Slowly, you leaned your head on his shoulder, his somewhat cold armor offering some distraction to your pain.

You felt Tech tense at your action, then start to relax. A moment or two later, his arm came up and around you, careful not to brush up against any of your injuries. He rested his hand on your shoulder and held you close, his head leaning on top of yours.

You smiled, grateful for the peace and quiet with him. You felt yourself wanting to fall asleep again, a yawn escaping you, but you didn't want to fall asleep on Tech. You didn't want to keep him from his other jobs on the ship, so you tried to move away to let him go.

"Wait," his arm wrapped tighter around you, careful not to hurt you with your injuries but strong enough to keep you where you were, "don't pull away...not yet."

"I don't wanna fall asleep on you, Tech," you reply quietly.

"If it means you are distracted enough from the pain to get some rest, then you can fall asleep on me, cyar'ika. I'll wake you up when it's time for your next dose of medication."

You smiled at his sweet words, whether he meant them as sweet or not.

He picked up his datapad with his free hand and started to scroll through some article, his other hand absentmindedly running up and down your arm gently. You closed your eyes and let Tech's breathing lull you to sleep.

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

Hear me out?

Whumper is actually very gentle with whumpee. They give them head pats, bring them to bed to cuddle, feed them regularly, etc., never actually hurting whumpee.

That’s until whumpee, still disoriented from the sedative or whatever other drug whumpee injected them with, panics and tries to do something to get away. For example hits Whumper with their head, scratches them with their nails and so on.

Then whumper decides to resort to more violent methods.

ahhhhh!! i love this so much! there's just something so so good about a whumper who's all sweet and gentle, but whumpee knows that if they fuck up, they'll be getting punished.

cw slapping, intimate whumper, conditioned whumpee, drugging, threat of punishment 

Whumper smiled down at the figure curled up on the bed beside them. Whumpee always looked so peaceful when they slept, none of the worrying or overthinking or anxiety they were prone to. The drugs helped, of course—that was why Whumper did it in the first place. They liked making sure their angel got a good night’s sleep, without the nightmares or insomnia that had plagued them when Whumper first started caring for them. 

A soft, sleepy noise came from Whumpee as they stirred awake. Their eyes fluttered open, but the expression on their face wasn’t the contented one Whumper was used to seeing—it was panic. 

“Whoa, hey,” they said when Whumpee began flailing. “Calm down, honey, it’s just me.” 

Their words seemed to startle Whumpee even more, and they jerked away from the hand Whumper placed on their cheek. “W-wha...” 

“Whumpee,” they said, voice more stern. “Stop freaking out. You’re okay.” 

“Nng.” Whumpee groaned, trying to bat Whumper’s hands away. In their disoriented state, they ended up smacking Whumper right in the face. 

“Shit,” they hissed, backing away. “That hurt.” 

Whumpee was still breathing heavily but their eyes started to focus, and a fresh wave of terror washed over them as they realized what they did. “Oh my god,” they whispered, voice still raspy from sleep. “I’m sorry, I didn’t...” 

Whumper grabbed a fistful of their hair and yanked them up, Whumpee’s little whimper of pain only fueling their anger. “You’re such an ungrateful brat. I feed you, clothe you, let you sleep in my bed, I cuddle you like you asked, and this is the thanks I get?” 

Whumpee was sobbing pathetically by then, pleading as much with their teary eyes as their words. “Please, I'm sorry,” they choked out, voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to, I swear, it was an accident...I’m sorry, I—” 

Their begging was cut off when Whumper’s hand connected with their face, hard. Shocked silence followed—they had never hit Whumpee before. Neither of them knew how to react. 

After a moment, they pulled Whumpee into their arms, holding them close as they sniffled. “I’m sorry, baby,” they murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Whumpee’s head. “You know I never want to hurt you. But you can’t behave like that, okay?” 

“I’m sorry,” Whumpee repeated in a small voice. “You’re so good to me, I didn’t...I wanna behave. Just, when I woke up I—I didn’t know...” 

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” Whumper cooed. Their hand rubbed soothing circles on Whumpee’s back. “I forgive you. But if you ever do something like that again...you’ll be getting a lot worse of a punishment. Do you understand?” 

Whumpee whined, nodding slightly. They nestled further into Whumper’s arms for comfort, muttering against their chest, “It won’t happen again, I promise.” 

“Good,” Whumper said. “Now come on, I’m ready for breakfast.” 

They went about the rest of their day like normal. Neither of them mentioned the incident from that morning, although Whumpee was even more affectionate and compliant than usual. Whumper, however, was contemplating how much to raise the dose of the sedative they were going to give Whumpee that night. 

[wontheworld]

Make your pockets hurt | 34

"AHHHHH!" Yn screamed loudly as the clown came after her, and she started running away.

"Yn!" Sunghoon yelled, but she ran off to a different room.

They were supposed to collect a key to unlock the door (like the Gose haunted thingy). Yn was trying her best to find the key as Sunghoon followed behind her like a lost dog, but both of them got easily jump-scared.

"Where's the fucking key?" she cursed, but then realized she had a camera on her. "Oh, wait, I'm on camera. My fault," she said, laughing.

She sighed, looking around. "That clown scared the absolute mess out of me. Holy cow, I found the key!" she said excitedly.

"Yn!" Sunghoon yelled, running away from the ghost lady that followed him until a certain point.

She smiled at him. "I FOUND THE KEY!" she yelled as he clapped his hands.

"Hopefully, it's the right key," he said, and she hummed.

"We need to run and unlock the door. We can't walk, or we'll fail," she said, and he nodded as they sprinted fast to the door.

"Come on, Yn, please, oh my gosh," he pleaded.

She unlocked the door as soon as a clown was running towards them. She fell on top of Sunghoon while they both rushed out at the same time.

"Ow," she winced before quickly getting up off of him.

"At least we made it," he groaned as she helped him up.

"Yeah," she said, laughing.

"There was a lady in there. She looked like a normal person. Did you see her too? She didn't say anything; she was just staring," Sunghoon spoke while getting up and dusting himself off.

She nodded. "I saw her. She didn't say anything, so I just bowed and kept walking," Yn hummed.

"You guys put a staff in there or something?" he questioned the other staff behind the camera.

All of them looked at each other before shaking their heads in confusion.

Yn squinted her eyes at them. "I don't know if y'all are lying or not, but either way, that was kind of spooky," Yn laughed as Sunghoon laughed next to her.

They gave their outro speeches to the camera before waving goodbye.

"So tonight," he smirked while wrapping his arms around her shoulder.

She grinned at him before hugging him. "Take me somewhere expensive. Imma make your pockets hurt," she spoke, making him laugh.

"I'll take you somewhere, but we'll have to get takeout until I'm officially with you. And when that day comes, I'll make it special," he winked, making her laugh.

"Yn, Sunghoon? Are you guys in a relationship?" one of the staff asked.

Sunghoon shook his head. "Not right now, but soon," he smiled at the woman.

"You two would look cute. Yn talks about you a lot. I support it!" Yn's stylist spoke, making all of them laugh.

Yn hummed. "I'll see you tonight," she spoke to him before leaving with her manager, who gave her a mean stare.

🎀.

As they strolled through the park, hand in hand, the adrenaline from the adventure slowly faded away, leaving behind a sense of contentment and relief. They found a bench overlooking a serene lake and sat down, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.

"I ordered some food. They'll come soon," he spoke, as she nodded while leaning on his shoulder.

While waiting for the food, they engaged in gentle banter, teasing each other about their reactions during the haunted adventure. Laughter filled the air as they playfully recounted their jump scares and shared their thoughts on the eerie atmosphere.

Their takeout arrived, and they spread out a cozy blanket on the grass. They savored the delicious flavors of their meal while enjoying the picturesque view and each other's company.

"Can't believe we have to have a night picnic. There could be a murder looking at us right now," Yn said.

Sunghoon side-eyed her. "Don't speak like that, Yn. I get scared easily, not like Jake, though," he said, making her laugh at the last part.

"Do you think I can take a quick five-minute nap? Or ten minutes?" she questioned him.

He patted his lap and hummed. "Lay your head down, get some quick sleep," he said as she put her head on his lap.

"I wish we didn't have to do this," she said quietly.

He tilted his head while putting some strands of hair in braids. "Do what?" he questioned.

"Be so secretive about our feelings. As much as I want to wait, I want to date you, but I still need a little more time. It shouldn't make sense that we gotta have dates in secret and like late, late night dates. I just want to be comfortable and go with you everywhere without the media freaking out," she ranted to him.

He hummed. "Yn, it's okay. I'll keep waiting for you. Don't rush. I get what you mean, though. It kinda—well, it does suck that we have to do things like this in dark hours. It'll end soon enough. We can go freely with each other," he replied.

She nodded before closing her eyes and going to sleep for a few.

"I promise one day we'll be able to go in public," he said and kissed her forehead.

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[002yb]

Regarding your konjay au, how do you think Tim and Dick would react to what happened between Jay and Kon???

Refering to this ask.

Part of me thinks that Kon and Jason would keep that little affair under wraps. Just a folly of brokenhearted boys that they won't speak of ever again. But also? It's Kon. Poor guy would feel so guilty, like he cheated, so he'd blab about it to Tim out of the blue some days later with no details other than, 'I slept with your brother. Sort of.'

And Tim, in an attempt to be supportive because he's clueless to Kon's feelings, would bear the news with feigned nonchalance. Which would hurt Kon even more because, 'you don't care?' and 'why would I?' (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

Which is just...devastating to Kon, to say the least. But he smiles and plays it cool and Tim does the same and for the first time ever - it's uncomfortable; it's awkward and unpleasant and both of them want to get away from each other.

Despite what he says though, Tim is not okay. He feels an irrational sense of betrayal and there's only one person Tim wants to take it out on.

Which leads to a vicious and ugly fight with Jason. And look, Tim isn't nice about it. He's hurt and he lashes out in terrible ways. Accusing Jason of using Kon to hurt Tim, that Tim will fuck him up for fucking with Kon's feelings, that Jason has reached new lows to play someone like this. Just so irrationally betrayed that he can't see straight.

Maybe for a time Jason would take it. And because Jason is Jason, he'd probably let Tim think whatever the fuck he wants just to get in his head and because miscommunication is the bat family way, but also? Jason tormenting Tim with a pointed, accusatory: 'why do you care so much?'

And to drive the knife in further: 'It wasn't me who hurt him.'

Which immediately alarms Tim because 'who?' but Jason won't tell him. He just snarls and shoves away from Tim, 'figure it out, Robin.'

But anyway, on to ₊˚⊹♡DickJay✧˖°.:

Because of course Dick hears about the fight between Tim and Jason. Probably from Tim, who was embarrassed for lashing out in such a mean way (and also because f e e l i n g s).

So Dick goes to check in on Jason who has been notably MIA since everything went down. Maybe he finds Jason on patrol and they sit on the ledge of some building overlooking the Alley, or maybe Dick breaks into Jason's house with comfort food and drinks so that they can powwow.

Either way, Jason doesn't fucking want to. Get lost.

But of course Dick isn't deterred. They sit in silence, an easy quiet until the tension in Jason's body ebbs away and it's him that relents with a grumbled, 'well? get on with it.'

Dick isn't there to lecture him or slap him on the wrist though. He's just... confused? Yeah. Confused on why since there was never anything [with Kon] there before. And when Jason retorts with a deadpan, 'rebound sex,' Dick is genuinely flummoxed because Jason isn't a rebound??

And ahhhhh the bittersweet vibes of the moment because Dick is really oblivious to Jason's unrequited feelings for him. And also unintentionally sweet to think Jason is more than a rebound pick-up, something quick and easy and convenient. But yeah, when Jason admits that the rebound was mutual, Dick gets it but is also alarmed because what? Who??

'Doesn't matter.' Jason would say, though he gets cheeky with the saddest of smirks when he tells Dick to hit him up if he's ever looking for a rebound himself.

Extra: Jason anticipating being told to apologize for Tim, but Dick waves him off and makes a truly tone deaf sort of comment about young loves and jealousy and 'you know how it is.' Only to realize as soon as he's said it that, wait. No? Jason missed out on those years, didn't he? And then Dick is perpetually OTL and Jason just pats his back because, 'don't worry about it, big bird. i didn't miss out on anything.'

[tongue-like-a-razor]

Omg I have to see Rooster do this with his brood to entertain them or something it would be so adorable 🥰💜💜💜

Ahhhhh CAN YOU IMAGINE??? You’re just minding your own business, doing some laundry, and you hear giggles and laughter coming from the living room. You walk out to find your husband entertaining your children with his dancing pecks and they’re just all laughing hysterically, they find it so funny. And Rooster just chuckles as your little one tries to grab his nipple. And you’re so confused and lovestruck and just seeing him being such a wonderful father makes you want another baby which NO!! You shake your head, laughing, and Rooster looks up when he hears you. He grins at you, patting his daughter’s head, and there’s a mischievous look in his eye like he can read your thoughts.

“All these toys, and this is what they want to play with,” he says with a shrug.

You snort. “To be quite honest, my toys don’t get much love when you’re around either.” You walk away, holding back a laugh, while Rooster twists his entire body to look at you.

“Woman!” He calls after you as you head back to the bedroom to fold laundry. “There’s still an hour till bedtime, what are you doing to me?”

“You started it!” you call back.

This was super cute anon, thanks for sending it in! ❤️

[tiny-sassy-aggressive]

I am living blogging my reaction to the second watch through of WDAPTEO 4 bc the first run through was so much

00:00- I screamed when I saw the notif. I was alone in the car. Just pulled up to my apt looked at my phone and screamed “ no way “ I still can’t believe we got it

00:01- hi, they are SO BEAUTIFUL I’m squealing. I cannot stop staring it’s embarassing

00:27 what’s going on here? “Nothing” my heart. The smiles

00:50 oh I am LOVING the feature wall. And fish tank reveal project??

01:00 how dare they throw THAT japhan photo up there like it’s just some example. Who the hell do they think they are- also I want that doomed hoodie :( he is snug as a bug in a rug

01:50 terror not even 2 minute in and crack

02:03 I’m sorry Dan asking Phil about TikTok stuff is precious

02:13(What is cba)

02:39 I CACKLED. Phil’s sarcastic ass omg

02:44 dans little pat

02:58 phivorce

03:05 I know the ft, they are friends of course. But seeing the messages really warms my heart. Like it’s so normal why am I emotional

03:52 of course Phil sends millions of memes

04:10 how in the fuck did Phil catch his phone what??? Ft dans face during the whole interaction.

Ad time —— 04:25. Im sorry Dan looks fucking amazing, his hair is so curled and pretty? And he looks so comfy cozy and soft??? My Dannie side is really coming out rn

04:59 handsome devil, damn straight. Love this man he’s too precious for this world

05:23 🍑

05:55 are the Brits okay??? Bone daddies?? I’m too American for this

06:30 perfectly encapsulated Dan and Phil energy

06:35 Dan saying dude scratches a weird itch in my brain

06:55 again! Totally normal to call a friend in a taxi. But this moment makes them so real in my mind like yes. Call that friend. In that taxi. Make it less awkward. Why did I like this moment so much

07:05 A PRETEND CONVO OF COURSE HE WOULD. He’s so real for that

07:34 “these are very dan and Phil”

07:42 I’m in pain. Koala content and ouch I can’t even put into words

08:44 three days without a text sounds exaggerated. Or lie. Like cmon. All those messages and convos and yall went 3 days without a word?? Sounds fake

08:58 asking what he should do for his nails!!? Again totally normal but UGH I love their friendship

09:01 also Phil coming in with a STELLAR idea, hope to see it happen

09:11 Phil’s a little shit OMG he hated the nails Dan got.

09:38: dans precious little selfies

09:44 also who tf is that that does not look like Dan

09:52 wtf do you mean that they had the same weird Swedish bakery???? 10 years apart???? WHAT THE HELL??????

10:35 fuckin nerds ft cute ft selfie

10:52 Dan in Phil’s glasses hi what the fuck? Precious. Phil loves to take photos of Dan sleeping.

11:02 jump. Scare.

11:28 PHIL CALLED HIS MOM. NURSE LESTER.

12:11 Dan stalking the ring doorbell is not something I expected?

12:20 glad to know Phil and I share that we can’t hear someone saw our name bc it’s too intimate

13:16 ordering a roast dinner is so cute idk why

13:35 jump. Scare.

14:26 I hate them :( i so long for what they have

15:04 they didn’t see death note the musical!! Haters!!!!

15:20 HOT

16:00 Phil papping Dan>>>>>>

16:20 I rewatched this part so many times. Thsi entire sequence. This whole. Dare i say SCENE. Disgustingly familiar. Disgustingly cute. I- karaoke game???? What??? It was for them

17:06 omatone :(

18:22 hot? Worrying? Hmm???

18:45 Phil is so dramatic I love him

19:01 genre to dinner? I don’t get them

19:10 DAAAAAN AHHHHH

19:20 SCRIPTS AH???????3@2/9/@/9@22929 more writer Dan

20:17 this is so familiar

20:50 this has “would you still love me if I was a worm” energy? Can’t explain

22:53 “we dan and phil-ed it” we have to steal that! Asap’

23:24 when Dan sits up he is soooo much taller than Phil but he constantly slumps down and looks up to Phil. It’s very cute to watch.

24:30 oh they are fully embracing the joint channel and slowly moving away from gaming and honestly. I’m alright with it. They look so happy

Guys this was too much. So I just started reading fanfic and these conversations were right out of what I’ve been reading which is very odd tbh? But we were fed. This was amazing content and I can’t wait to see what the writers do with this. Cheers

[writers-ex]

who dat b

girlfriend!yuna x fem!reader

word count: 642

warnings: jealous yuna, established relationship, reader is a simp for another idol and yuna is not having it, argument, reader makes up with yuna, praise and fluff, suggestive ending, teasing yuna = dom!yuna <3, i mean no disrespect to jessi but i simp for her so she'll be mentioned here as the idol you simp :3

a/n: this was part of a fanfic exchange idea, i made this for @ryuttaeng based on this prompt list, hope you like it anastasia and fellow anons/followers <3

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"yuna yuna yuna!!! look!!! jessi unnie came out with a new song!! did you hear it?"

"jessi unnie has the sexiest body ever on the planet, true mommy material!" (facts)

"yuna jessi unnie is so sweet did you see what she did at the music bank?"

"oh jessi is perfect! just look at her!" holding your phone up you show yuna a photo of jessi from her latest instagram post. rolling her eyes yuna gives you a fake smile and gets up to grab something from the kitchen. "oh wait she's doing a live now!!" eagerly clicking the notification you watch with awe as your idol appears on the phone screen talking about her day and thanking the fans for everything. "oh unnie the things you do to my poor little heart ahhhhh~!!" squealing you hit a pillow holding on tightly to your phone when a loud noise startles you. turning your direction to the kitchen you see yuna's fist on the fridge door, her eyebrows furrowed.

"can you stop talking about them for one second? because frankly, i don't give a fuck about them or what they do to your poor little heart." with teeth bared she stomps over to the room leaving you frozen on the couch. jessi's voice wakes you up from your trance you look over at the open door and then back at your phone wondering if you should let yuna cool down or comfort immediately. turning off your phone you rush over to the room and see your girlfriend hugging your pillow, biting your lip you enter the room and take a seat next to her your heart racing faster than normal.

"babe..." turning over to face the wall you sigh and think of what to say, patting her thigh softly you wait a moment and then continue speaking. "you know she's just an idol i admire and not the person i love the most." seeing her shift her weight to face you better you take it as a sign to keep going.

"of course i would gush about my idol she's someone i support, you're the person i adore and cherish. you're the reason i get up in the morning and want to keep living." squeezing her thigh you watch her scowl turn into a doleful look. "your eyes make my heart race every time you glance my way. your lips are softer than cotton candy and if i dare say taste better too. your nose is perfect to rub against mine and to kiss when you're down or looking cute. don't even get me started on your fingers babe yuna your fingers make me-" covering your mouth with her hand you see yuna trying to bite back a smile from growing.

"shut up i understand already. were you shakespeare in your past life?" grumbling your ecstatic look makes yuna remove her hand and loosen her grip on the pillow. with a teasing tone, you poke her cheek and lean close to whisper into her ear.

"you should've let me finish babe." guiding her hand down to your throbbing pussy yuna inhales sharply at how much heat she could feel coming from your core. "give me a chance to prove what you do to my heart...after jessi's live stream though~" bragging you jump out of bed and make your way to the door, moving quickly yuna grabs the belt loop of your jeans and drags you back to lay on the bed. with a hungry look, she towers over you.

"and just where do you think you're going kitten?" squirming from her hand cupping your clit her cheeky smile that makes you blush. "let's get that heart racing now."

[noemilivv]

HIYAA!I SAW YOU DO MASHUPS AND GOT SUPER DUPER EXCITED :DDDD

can I pls request a hazbin hotel matchup???

Ok so, ✨️description of me✨️

I am 5'7, and a panromantic demisexual he/him boi, but I dress very androgynous.

Im *technically* an introvert, bc I'm very quiet and like to be alone unless I'm around the people I know and are my friends.. then I'm the loudest mf you'll meet. And I'm very,, i woulsnt say shameless, but just don't think before I speak a lot (adhd)

Im overall very kind, and very chaotic. I've been told by friends I'm a mix of chaotic aunt/mom friend.

Im also very, very stubborn. If I set my mind on something, best believe I will do it. I also won't let people talk trash on those I care for, and am loyal to a fault but suck at verbally expressing how much people mean to me so ✨️✨️acts of service and random pats or hugs or high fives✨️✨️

Im also very blunt. Won't hesitate to say what I think or my boundaries, but sometimes I'll bite my tongue if I feel the convo would end bad. The bluntness goes up by 100 if I'm tired. (Im always very, very tired no matter how much sleep I get)

I love to read, write, draw and crochet, and do lots of "grandma crafts".OH I also love love love music I am never without headphones

I also am a angel kinnie, if that gives you any personal insight on my ✨️mentality✨️ (bc I don't wanna get into that)

Uhhh idrk what to put in descriptions for like a matchup,, never really done this before so I hope this is enough

Urhhhamndjsjjdjais

Anywhizzle

HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT ILY(/P) THABK YOU LISTENING TO ME RANT TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF I APPRECIATE YOU BESTIEEEE!!!!!!

AHHHHH HELLOOOO OFC YOU CAN GET A MATCHUP YOU ADORABLY SWEET AND KIND ANON !! i love it when people come into my ask box with a shit ton of energy haha!! i definitely hope to see you in my ask box more often :) also dw i got your other ask about the style section but i deviddd i had enough to go off of so dw your good man, anywho, i had to think about this, but i ended up going with…

Velvette !!

Velvette, I can see being similar to you, but also balancing you out

When she first met you were a bit quiet and timid, but when that loud motherfucker came out to say hello she was SHOOK, not in a bad way, but god damn, kitty’s got claws!

She’s also very stubborn so that either works well with you too or it just doesn’t lmao

She loves your little random pats and high fives but she wasn’t expecting them at first, when you patted her head for the first time she kinda just looked at you with a “😀❓” look on her face😭

Velvette’s also quite blunt and would probably be open about her wants and needs so it’s safe to say you both have a very open and communicative relationship

[my-memed-tw-adventures]

Book 3 — Chapter 35

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Yeah Leona. Could say the same to you bitch

Also the fuck does Jade mean? Azul’s still in shock?? Was he not holding up 8 fingers???? Ahhhhh

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FLOYD PLEASE

These two really have two completely separate ways to go about the situation huh. Jade is trying to make sure Azul is okay while Floyd is just immediately reminding him how much he just embarrassed himself

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Yeah fucking I didn’t think it was possible. Azul deserves at least a lil praise for the shit he made cause if even Grim can get an A, who can’t

And Jack’s right. Do your own work friendos. And if you need help, get it from anyone but Azul

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Ohhhhhh boo hoo Azul. Awww poor baby awwwwww boooooo

This fucking man lol. Just accept the friggin compliments!

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HAHAHA. Deserved. Jade and Floyd are great. Also bro Azul an NDA? Really??? Bold of you to assume that would stop them

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NAH HAND THAT SHIT OVER AND LEMME LOOK AT CUTE LITTLE AZUL BABY!

I’m very sad there’s no official smol Azul or tweel photos *starts manifesting baby art in the Octavinelle manga*

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HE IS SO CUTE! I JUST WISH I COULD SEE IT!

Also I have no idea what Ruggie is saying. Is he just saying Azul’s a little chub? Cause the whole “holding the pic at an angle” bit confuses me

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Yeah I wouldn’t have pegged Deuce as the one to be so passionate about Azul’s desire to bury his cute chubby past.

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Yeah, Azul! God when did Grim learn to say smart things? Also damn Azul is dedicated to getting rid of every photo. Though I assume his mom has an underwater scrapbook somewhere with a bunch more photos

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*pat pat* Yeah please don’t be too hung up, Azul. Past is the past. Mans really needs to not let his cute little chub self get to his head because he’s a completely different person now and goddamn he needs therapy just like everyone else

I love Floyd too. Azul has just gone through what’s probably the most embarrassing moment of his life and Floyd over here talking about how nommy Azul used to be. Never change bro

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