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chvnnie · 2 years ago

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hi hi hard hanji thought based on this pic bc my brain acc basically stopped working when i saw it but anyways imagine being out with han (bf!han) at some event and idk u do sth to piss him off (on purpose) somehow and he just gives u that glare and when u get home basically fucks ur brains out😵‍💫 (for anything in between my mind literally went blank i’m sorry TT) qjrxdgvdh i feel like this is such an awkward ask/request (???) bc the thought is so incomplete and basic and i cannot put it in words properly at all but anyways i hope it makes sense :p

also since i’m already writing this i felt like i should mention that i love ur writing sm it’s so good!!!!

i just want to personally thank you for sending this in and being so patient with me as i wrote this. i...popped off a bit. oops-

Strawberry Lipgloss

han jisung x reader

word count: 3.9k

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: hard/mean dom!jisung, bratty sub!reader, marking, possessive reader AND jisung, mentions of oral (m/f receiving), teasing, mentions of food and alcohol, public teasing, bondage, impact play (jisung's hand, no toys involved), humiliation and degradation - not CRAZY but elements are there, unprotected sex (how about we don't irl), choking, creampie, jisung being super SUPER M E A N but also the sweetest bf ever. i think that's it? if i missed anything - PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: everyone benefits from making jisung angry.

a/n: hi all! i'm so sorry i've been kinda mia recently. i've been really sick and have started a new job, and have been a teeny bit overwhelmed. i hope to become more active as i start to feel better.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents han jisung as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

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There were a multitude of reasons why you loved Jisung. Some were small, like the way he rubs his eyes when he’s sleepy, trying to get his watery, tired eyes to wake up. Some were big, like the way he knows exactly how to comfort you when the world becomes too much. It was a never ending list, extending daily to add the new little things that make you fall head over heels for him again and again.

But something you really loved, even though slightly unconventional, was how easy it was to rile your boyfriend up. It was almost effortless (the thought of you in his dress shirt still gives him a semi if he thinks about it too long), something easy to do that always gave you exactly what you wanted.

Key word: almost.

Because today, it was almost impossible to do so, no matter how hard you tried.

Your attempts started early in the morning. Neither of you had alarms set, the only thing you had to do that day in the late evening, so you had plenty of time to spend together in bed. Your eyes felt a little heavy as you opened them up, body wiggling to stretch the sleep out as you emerged from slumber. It was earlier than you would like - clock reading just past 8:00 - but now that you were up, it was impossible to fall back asleep.

Rolling over in the cotton sheets, you find the body you had moved away from in your sleep. Jisung laid flat on his back, brown hair a cloud of staticky fluff on the white pillowcase. His lips were parted, letting everything from little snores to drool dribble out. The duvet sat low on his chest, bare skin glowing in the sunlight that was breaking through the closed curtains. He was the picture of a peace right now; breathing even and eyelids twitching with dreams. It was such a sweet sight.

Too bad you couldn’t focus on that right now.

Instead your eyes fell to the dark marks left across his collarbones. Freshly made, they had turned purple overnight and looked so pretty peppered across his skin. You didn’t even notice that you were biting down on him at first. It wasn’t until Jisung groaned out, head rolling back as you began to bounce harder on his dick.

“Fuck, I love when you bite me like that.” Nails dug into your hips as he leaned back in his desk chair, moaning into the empty studio.

His words only spurred you to bite him more. To mark him up and claim him as yours, as if there were any question as to who Jisung “belonged” to.

You curled into his side, kissing his shoulder lazily as you got comfortable. Still sleeping, his lifts his arm, wrapping it around you and pulling you in so you’re flush to his body. He mumbles a bit before falling silent again, the only sound his deep breaths.

Almost envious of his ability to sleep so heavy, you began to trace the ridges of his chest that weren’t tucked under the covers. You took your time, covering every inch of exposed skin before moving up to the small bruises. His collarbones were already his weak spot, and now with the added bruises, they were much more sensitive. Just the soft brush of your fingertips made your sleeping boyfriend moan lowly, shifting slightly as he began to stir.

You really should let him sleep. It’s going to be such a long day, it’s almost unfair to wake him up.

But the ache between your legs still made you shake, muscles worn out and begging for more. If you had to suffer, so did he. Isn’t that what relationships are all about? Mutual suffering?

A few more strokes to his collarbones and Jisung began to wake, grunting softly as his eyes fluttered open. His eyes were narrowed with confusion and exhaustion, hands clenched into fists as he rubbed them.

“What time is it?” His voice was low, raspy with sleep and lack of use. You always thought he sounded prettier in the mornings, the fire in your core sparking happily at his tone.

“About 8:15.” You whisper, moving your hand down his chest. This time you slipped under the covers, drawing a line with your fingertips all the way to his belly button before following it back up. “You sleep okay?”

He mumbled a yes, dropping his hands back to his side. “‘M still a little sleepy.”

Pouting, you apologize softly, daring to cover more of his torso with your hand. It had to be obvious what you wanted; even with sleep lingering in his mind, Jisung had to know that you wanted him. That you needed a remedy to the soreness in your inner thighs. “Do you want to go back to sleep?” You ask, giving him an out if he wanted to take it.

When he shook his head, your heart leaped into your throat, pounding like it was going to escape. Up and all yours now, your mind began to wander with thoughts of where the morning to go. Maybe Jisung would let you give him head, his fingers tangled in your hair as you lazily pleased him with your tongue. Maybe he’ll give you head, a tight grip on your outer thighs to keep you against his face. Maybe-

“I really need to work on a project.” He says, rolling on his side as he pushes himself out of bed. “Especially since we have that dinner tonight.”

You’re a little stunned; Jisung never willingly gets out of bed this early in the morning. You thought the odds were in your favor, the early hour and teasing seemed like the perfect equation for some lazy morning sex. Seeing your boyfriend stretch his arms up, waking himself up more, made your heart return to its normal spot. A slight disappointment filled your chest at the rejection. You know he knew what you were thinking - the bump in his boxer briefs were evidence enough - and he indirectly told you no. Usually the slight teasing would be enough. Usually his resolve would break without you really having to try.

“I’m going to hop in the shower and order breakfast. What do you want?”

You were actually going to have to put in work today. “Can I shower with you?”

The loving smile on his face made you feel warm and fuzzy. A large hand cupped your face, thumb stroking your cheekbone as he looked down at you fondly. You nuzzle into his hand, turning slightly so your lips could brush against the palm of it.

“You really should rest, baby.” His tone had a hint of amusement. “We have a big day today.”

Jisung left no room for argument, removing the hand from your face and making his way to the en-suite bathroom, leaving you stunned.

The rest of the day was filled with similar rejections; he really had to finish this track, the phone call with Chan was going on longer than he expected, Felix just really wanted to play games right now. By the afternoon, he had a slight smirk with every excuse, dismissing your efforts before you really even tried. It was becoming obvious that, just like you were setting out to tease him, he was doing the same to you. Before you knew it, it had become a competition: who could push the other to their breaking point first?

And fuck, you were determined to win.

You sat in the passenger seat of Jisung’s car, legs pulled up and tucked under you. The last three attempts to throw him off left you feeling defeated, debating on giving up and begging him for what you want.

His hand nudged your knee, slipping in between your pressed together legs. It rested on your lower thigh, squeezing lightly. “What’s on your mind, love?”

Locking your phone, you slipped it into the cup holder before giving your boyfriend your attention. He looked fucking good. A crisp, white dress shirt tucked into tight black slacks, the top few buttons undone and exposing the skin there. His jacket was thrown into the backseat, waiting to be worn once the two of you finally arrived. Your lips parted, a response on the tip of your tongue when you noticed something.

The way the collar of his shirt fell, with the buttons popped open, gave a peek of purple skin. Of faded bite marks.

And then you saw his grin. Wide, wolffish, reveling in his win.

“You’re not playing fair.” You said with a huff, pushing his hand off of you.

Jisung chuckles, bringing the banished hand to the steering wheel. That stupid fucking grin on his face just pisses you off more. “I don’t know what you mean.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, a new determination sparking in your lower belly. There was no way you were giving up now. If he wanted to play dirty, so could you.

You really pissed him off this time.

Like, seriously. You’ve never seen your boyfriend so angry, eyes so dark the flame behind them isn’t even visible. His tongue was pushed against the inside of his cheek, and by the way his jaw was clenched, you could guess he was biting down on the muscle as well.

He was mad. Madder than mad - he was livid. Furious. Irate. Whatever word you wanted to use to express his anger, it wasn’t strong enough.

And god, that made you so giddy, you were practically bouncing out of your seat.

Dinner started off fine — an unspoken peace as the competition was put on hold for the time being. You were there to celebrate Seungmin’s engagement, not to tease each other to the point of breaking. It was such an important event, you were willing to put everything on hold for your friend.

But Jisung haaaaaad to open his damn mouth.

The two of you sat at the edge of the large table, the champagne bottle making its way down. Finally arriving at your end, Jisung takes the bottle from Minho, shifting in his seat to pour your glass first. Maybe it was the way he was angled, maybe it was the lack of coverage, but more the marks you made began to show.

Minho chuckles softly, only loud enough for the three of you to hear. “Long night?”

Jisung looked up at his friend quizzically as he moved to fill his glass. “What?” With a nod of his head, your boyfriend’s attention was brought down to his upper chest. You hated the way his head popped back up, giving you that stupid fucking grin again before looking back at his friend. “More like afternoon.”

It really wasn’t much, just a suggestive statement that made Minho roll his eyes and scrunch his nose, but it was enough to make up your mind. Fuck the “truce”. You never liked to play fair anyway.

Slow and steady wins the race. Or rather, soft and gentle strokes to the inside of your boyfriend’s thighs add kindle to the smoldering fire in his core. Resting your head on his shoulder, it appears as if you’re just being affectionate. Jisung takes it that way, even turning to place a kiss on the tip of your head. Then your strokes slow down, inching higher and higher up his leg. Right as your touch barely brushed his crotch, he grabs your hand and forcefully puts it in your own lap.

“Not here.” He whispers, giving you a warning glance through the corners of his eyes. The unamusement in his stare couldn’t be more evident.

Jisung was blissfully unaware that he just gave you exactly what you wanted. The seed of annoyance was planted, and all you had to do was water it.

Between the meal itself and dessert, you succeeded in making him progressively more annoyed. The fact that his friends were all close by, and could potentially witness what you’re doing, helped the plant bloom. There was just one more thing you needed to do to set him off completely.

You slipped away to the bathroom without even being noticed, back less than five minutes later. The dessert had made it to the table, yours sitting untouched while Jisung was slowly savoring his chocolate cake.

“Good?” You ask as you slid back into your seat.

Jisung nods, eyes sparkling with delight from the deliciousness of his dessert. “So good. Do you want a-“

His offer was cut short by you not-so-subtly dropping your black lace panties in his lap. Right in the middle of his chewing. Right in front of the entire party, who just happened to not be looking in your direction.

Jisung didn’t finish his dessert.

The second the check was paid, he was grabbing you by the wrist, throwing a pathetic excuse to his friends as to why you were leaving early. It didn’t take a detective to figure out why he was all but dragging you out of the restaurant. His anger has to be taken out somehow, why not on the person who caused it?

Not a word was spoken the entire thirty minute car ride. Jisung had an iron grip on the wheel, pressing down on the accelerator to up the speed. He didn’t once look at you, to focused on getting fuck home and getting you the fuck out of that dress.

The second the car was parked in the garage, he reached across the console to grab the nape of your neck, pulling you over so his lips could crash against your own. The kiss is aggressive, his tongue forcing your lips to part to slide inside your mouth. Jisung swallows the soft moans you make, nails digging into your neck as he messily devours you.

He breaks the kiss with a pop, lips swelling a bit and stained with your strawberry lip gloss. “To the bedroom. Now.” Voice gruff, the tone was scary enough for you to scramble out of the car, rushing to get inside as quickly as possible.

You’re stripping in the hallway, a trail of items leading through the house to the bedroom. As giddy as you were that you fucking won, the idea of making him angrier sent a cold chill down your spine.

When you get to the bedroom, you’re dressed only in your bra and panties, falling to your knees on the hardwood floor. You’re facing the door, ready to wait for as long as you need to for him. Waiting for hours seemed very doable when waiting for your well deserved prize.

But, luckily for you, the drive (and your attitude) took all of Jisung’s patience. Less than forty-five seconds on your knees and the door busts open. His shirt was mostly unbuttoned now, belt wrapped around his balled fist.

Oh.

Making him angrier wasn’t even an option. He was past the point of return.

The hand that isn’t holding the belt quickly finds your hair, fisting it as he pulls you up. “Do you think you’re fucking funny? Messing with me like that in public? In front of my friends?” Jisung drags you a short distance to the bed, manhandling you until you’re lying flat on your stomach. You feel your legs shaking already — not from his words, not from the rough way he moved you around. But from the even tone of his voice, no louder than his speaking tone.

Jisung’s not yelling. Jisung seems very composed.

That’s terrifying in the best possible way.

“I asked you a question.” He growls, grabbing your wrist and bringing them behind your back. “Fucking answer me.”

“Yes.” You say, and the way your voice is already a bit shaky makes Jisung even more determined to break you. “Yes, I thought it was funny.”

He hums, and you feel the cool leather of his belt wrap around your wrist. Tugging tightly, he binds your hand with the belt. “Are you sorry?”

You know it’s a trick question, one set up for you to fail. Say yes, and he thinks you’re lying and punishes you. Say no, and he’ll punish you. It’s a lose/lose for you — no matter what is said, the end result is exactly the same.

Thinking it’ll lessen the punishment: “Yes. I’m so sorry, sir.”

As expected, Jisung chuckles, grabbing onto your bindings for support as he roughly slams a palm to your right ass cheek. “I don’t believe you.” Another slap, harder than the first. “You’ve been playing your stupid little game all day-“

“So were you!”

The third slap echos, sound bouncing around the bedroom. Already your skin is tingling. “The only thing I should hear are your begs for forgiveness. Otherwise, shut the fuck up.”

You really thought you didn’t want to piss him off more. That there was a line you didn’t want to cross with him today. But that went out the window fairly quickly. You stomp your foot defiantly, and when he looks up at your turned head, you stick your tongue out at him.

It was a mistake, but a great one.

He strikes down again. And again. And again, all on the same side until you’re squirming up the bed. Then he moves to the other, hits heavier than the ones before that. You tried to keep a tally of how many slaps to the ass you had taken, but you quickly lost it. He was speeding up, determined to make you feel his anger. You were doomed from the moment you decided to play today.

Jisung didn’t stop until your mouth was parted, jaw hanging and tears pricking your water line. His hand was vibrating, the strength he put behind the impact surprising even him.

“Are you sorry now?”

You nod your head quickly, lips trembling as the first tear fell from your eyes. “Yes. I’m so sorry, sir. I’m so fucking sorry-“

Fisting your hair yet again, he pulls your head up, a breathy moan leaving your lips. His face is close to yours, watching the steady stream of tears roll down your cheek. You feel small under his gaze, eyes shutting to try and hide from it.

Your face felt wet. And not from your tears.

Slowly, you open your eyes to find Jisung licking your tears away. His tongue followed the trail of tears, cleaning both sides of your face and catching the new ones that broke.

“Good.” He whispers before pressing a kiss to your flush cheeks, the leftover lipgloss sticking to your sweaty skin. “You should be.”

He drops your head, smiling at the way it bounced a little on the mattress. You can’t see what he’s doing, but can feel it in the way he rips your panties off, kicking your ankles to spread your legs. You feel it in the way the head of his cock runs through your folds, spreading your slick all over.

“This wet? From a few spanks?” He scoffs, the way you shrink in embarrassment only serving to make his cock throb. “That's pathetic.”

You want to snap back, to put up a fight, but every last instinct to argue leaves your body as Jisung forcefully thrusts inside you. He only goes about halfway before pulling back out, setting a shallow but rough pace right off the bat.

The slight stretch makes you hiss, but the way he glides so easily in and out of you feels absolutely incredible.

Incredible, but not nearly enough.

The need to be full of him takes over, making a new fight build up in your chest. Though your eyes are still watering, and you’re a little shaky, you muster the last bit of boldness you have to speak up.

“Is this really all you’ve got?” You huff out, trying to hide the unsteadiness in your voice. “That’s pathetic.”

Jisung stills, cock only a third of the way inside of you. For a brief moment, you worry that you’ve done too much. That you’ve pushed him too far.

Then he’s hauling you up, pressing your back against his chest with a hand closing around your throat. The swallow thrusts become deep, the rough pace becoming damn near animalistic. He’s deeper than you think he’s ever been, hitting parts of you that you didn’t think existed.

Pissing Jisung off was never a mistake when this was the outcome.

“I’ve fucking had it with you.” He hisses in your ear, words barely audible over the beautiful melody of your full moans and his skin hitting yours. “With you, and your bratty fucking attitude.”

The hand around your throat tightens, making your eyes flutter shut. Yellow stars bounce around, the fullness you feel is mouthwatering. You feel the drool roll off your lips, down your chin and pool on Jisung’s hand.

It’s everything. It’s the feeling of being filled to the birm, the constriction of his hand around your throat, the tip of his cock abusing your sweet spot. It’s Jisung. It’s all making you dumb, vocabulary leaving your head as the only thing you can do is pant and moan and cry out his name.

“J-Jisung.” You moan out, hands wrapping around the wrist that’s choking you. The feeling of your nails digging into his skin makes him hiss; lifting his knee up and resting it on the bed to pound into you even harder.

“Say it again.” If you weren’t near incoherent, you would hear how unstable his voice has gotten. Less commanding and more whiny, the tell-tale sign of an impending orgasm. “Tell me who you fucking belong to.”

“Jisung.”

“Who?” His voice is close to a yell, rivaling your moans in volume.

“Jisung! You, fuck-fucking you, Jisung!” You’re screaming, throat raw from how loud you’ve begun to shout his name.

Using the hand around your throat, he turns your head and kisses you. It’s nothing but tongue and teeth, a sloppy mess that rivals his thrusts. He feels your walls fluttering around him, but can’t slow down. Won’t slow down. Both of your highs as rapid as his pace.

What pushes Jisung over the edge is when his tongue moves across your bottom lip. He can taste your tears, your drool.

Your strawberry lip gloss.

With a deep moan of your name, Jisung cums first. It’s hard and plenty, the amount of warm cum spurting inside you so hard, almost making him lose balance. Your climax hits shortly after, just as much of a mess as his. The feeling of his release, mixed with yourself, is dizzying.

The hand on your throat moves to cup your cheek, pulling you in for a softer kiss as Jisung pulls out of you. Immediately, your legs start trembling, unable to hold yourself up without his assistance.

“I love you.” He whispers against your lips, affirming his statement with another soft kiss. “I love you so much, baby.”

You tiredly smile, letting Jisung pepper sweet kisses across your tear stained face. It’s incredible how quickly his persona changes — once the mean, hard dom, now the loving, gentle boy you fell in love with.

“I love you.” You mumble, relishing the way his lips feel on your face.

There were a multitude of reasons why Jisung loved you. Some were small, like the endearing way you leave your socks lying around the house. Some were big, like the way you squeeze his hand gently when he’s starting to get overwhelmed in public, a reminder that you’re always there for him. It was a never ending list, new things being tacked on as he falls deeper in love with you.

But Jisung really loves the way you challenge him, always ready to fight him for what you want. And today was the perfect example.

©: chvnnie 2022

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uwuwriting · 4 years ago

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How the boys SIMP! w/ Bakugou, Kaminari and Todoroki

Request: I got like five requests about several of our favorite boys simping over their girlfriend so yeah, here we are.

Hi I’m not dead, yet at least. I;m starting to believe that my brain will turn to goo after all the chemistry and biology I’ve been studying. Sorry for not posting, my tumblr decided to be a dick and deleted my queued posts so haha yeah. Anyways my posts won’t be as regural as they used to because school....kill me. Love ya. 💖💖💖

masterlist

rules

warnings: SIMPING

Bakugou Katsuki

-Okay he is rather subtle with his simping.

-He won’t straight up kiss the ground you walk on.

-BUT he will be kinder and a little softer.

-Maybe sometimes to the point others notice and it’s not a good look on him.

-Or at least that’s what he believes.

- “I have a reputation to keep, baby.”

-That was said behind closed doors at 3 am on the rare occassion he stayed past his bed time.

-And yes he will ignore his bedtime for you.

-One of his simping tactics.

-He will cook for you, he will pretend that he’s annoyed that you aren’t eating well enough or healthy.

-So he becomes mama Bakugou and starts cooking for you.

-Bento boxes for school, snacks while you are studying, dinner and breakfast.

-He will teach you how to cook some dishes for when he is not here and you get hungry.

- “We’re doing your favorite.”

- “Aww Katsuki, you know my favorite.”

- “Shut up dumbass and pay attention.”

-Speaks rather softly after a while, showing you how to correctly cut the ingredients and how to stir the mix without making a mess.

-He will just leen on the counter and watch you add all the ingredients with that little concentrated pout on your lips.

-His heart goes oops.

-He will be so engrossed with your beauty that you’ll have to give him a small shake when you need him.

-Pretends to enjoy what you’ve made if you messed it up somehow but will give you honest feed back and advice so you make something edible next time.

-You tend to spend the night at his dorm and he loves it.

-It’s usually on accident.

-You cuddle him while he goes to sleep and your plan is to get up and leave once you have taken your fill.

-But he is warm and oh so cuddly that you fall asleep as well.

-He wakes up around ten o’clock everytime to make sure you left and when he still feels you next to him he just lets out the most genuine smile.

-He will pull you flush to his chest *if you are not already* and take in your scent saying a little I love you before going back to sleep.

-The next morning he will wake you up before anyone else gets up and walks you to your room.

-Thankfully you are on the same floor so you don’t have to go far.

-He always walks with you to and from class no matter his mood.

-He monitors his tone when he can help it and will warn you when his mood is really awful.

-In general it’s the little things with him not grand gestures and all out simping.

Kaminari Denki

-Worships the ground you walk on.

-All out simping no shame.

-He will straight up give his soul for you.

-And he is rather proud of that fact.

-The polar opposite of Bakugou.

-And he can get on everyone’s nerves with his simping.

-Picks you up form your dorm room every morning, carries your bag to class and opens every single door you come across.

-Gives you his food if you show the slightest of interest in his meal.

- “Denki I just want a bite.”

- “I CAN GET ANOTHER ONE BABY!”

-Calm down sir....calm down.

-Has canceled game night because you had period cramps.

-The thing with that is you never actually asked him to come cuddle or something you just mentioned that you were heading to Recovery Girl for some pain killers.

-Man was waiting you at her office in -0.5 seconds.

- “I thought you were playing COD.”

- “I canceled.”

- “YOu wHAt?”

-Bakugou legit thinks you are the reason Kaminari keeps blowing them off.

-That you are some type of overly clingy girlfriend.

-DENKI IS AN OVERLY CLINGY GIRLFRIEND.

-Has gone off on a russian dude because while you were playing COD together he said something about girls being really bad at video games.

-Your man almost got banned.

-He skips class if you’re sick which is rather sweet but simultaneously really really dumb.

-Aizawa is coming fro his ass in 3....2....1.

-Boy didn’t even reach your door.

-You just heard your boyfriend’s girlish screams coming from down the hall followed by pleads of mercy.

-You were -><- this close to going out there to see what was going on but then you heard Aizawa’s monotonous voice and just went back to sleep.

-He later came over and narrated his traumatic experience.

-Poor baby just wanted to take care of you.

Todoroki Shouto

-He’s a mix of Bakugou and Denki.

-He likes being subtle and showering with affection behind closed doors but also will be at your beck and call.

-In your or his room he likes to hold you close like really really close.

-Oh you are studying?

-Will just hug you from behind.

-You are watching something on Netflix?

-Will rest his head on your shoulder.

-You do the same really because he is a very very touch starved baby and he needs more love.

-He Likes to bring you food that Fuyumi makes.

-He visits his sister on the regural so he always or almost always comes back with a small bento box with your name on it in Fuyumis delicate writing.

-Fuyumi loves you and she knows what a simp her baby brother is for you.

-In public he isn’t on Denki’s level.

-Yeah sure he will open the door for you.

-Sure he might ignore everyone else and only answer to you.

-But that doesn’t make him an immediate simp.

-No no.

-What makes him a simp is the way he treats you during free period.

-Clingy boy to the fullest.

-And a bonus, will do anything you ask.

-You are doing a project and you need to test something in extreme heats? He has laready rolled up his sleeve.

-You are thirsty from studying? He is already on his way to buy you a water bottle.

-He’s more of a protective simp.

-Considering who his father is he really gets protective over you whenever he is around.

-Also doesn’t like training with you because he doesn’t want to accidently hurt you.

-The last simp characteristic of his is drum roll......

-Your sleeping schedule.

-It’s fucked up basically.

-You tend to study until you pass out in his room and he will always carry your to your dorm unless you tell him otherwise.

-Will risk detention for being out past curfew just to get you to your room.

-I LOVE HIM!

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call-me-aesthetic · 4 years ago

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If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School

WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!

Part 2 can be found here

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑

- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family

- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it

- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?

- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class

Ace Trappola:

- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it

- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥

- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways

- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool

- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head

Deuce Spade:

- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record

- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿

- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened

- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean

- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time

Trey Clover:

- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes

- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈

- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely

- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo

- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear

Cater Diamond:

- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵

- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry

- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok

- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous

- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates

- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old

- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄

- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them

- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one

Ruggie Bucchi:

- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event

- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash

- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books

- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭

- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs

Jack Howl:

- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer

- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀

- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are

- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”

- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself

- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up

- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”

- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭

- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in

Jade Leech:

- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner

- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬

- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him

- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk

- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between

Floyd Leech:

- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them

- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬

- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*

- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes

- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡

- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”

- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either

- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask

- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies

Jamil Viper:

- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear

- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔

- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.

- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*

- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨

- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target

- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume

- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight

- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses

Rook Hunt:

- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him

- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯

- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms

- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi

- Wears literally anything but always include a hat

Epel Felmier:

- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑‍🎨

- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking

- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself

- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*

- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴

- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch

- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore

- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success

- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye

Ortho Shroud:

- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games

- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang

- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him

- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰

- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁

- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo

- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too

- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test

- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch

Lilia Vanrouge:

- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible

- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒

- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow

- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too

- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath

Silver:

- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷

- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason

- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides

- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight

- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl

Sebek Zigvolt:

- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class

- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people

- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤

- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you

- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots

I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years ago

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Into The Unknown, Part 5

First

Tim finished up pretty quickly.

After all, all the baby toys seemed to just be different variations of each other. Some crinkle, some make sounds, some squish, some… do nothing at all? Tim had no clue how he used to get by as a kid.

He ended up getting Damian three toys:

A tiny rubber duck. He’s almost completely sure that Marinette would have bought one if Tim hadn’t. At least when he was the one buying it he could opt to get the Darth Vader one (Damian had always been woefully uncultured, this was his one chance to make the kid watch sci-fi without risking getting stabbed).

A plush cow with crinkly ears. He had to hope that this could maybe jog memories of Batcow and, in turn, everything else. Tim had tried to think of something a little more relevant but all he could think of were things related to Batman, to Superboy, to the League of Assassins (did their lives really revolve around vigilante-work that much?)... and, unfortunately, this reality didn’t have merch that he could give the kid.

And a squishy plastic baguette. Because that was all he could think of to get back at Marinette for the duck thing.

When it came to little kid books he hesitated for just a bit before getting the basics -- stuff like animals and the letters and Spot The Dog. He wondered, vaguely, if he’d have to teach the kid numbers since they already used the Arabic numeral system. He got a book on it just in case.

Then he got a couple of books on parenting.

He checked out and then walked back to the sitting area where he was supposed to meet Marinette.

… she was taking forever.

He sighed quietly and skimmed through a book on parenting.

… oops they were supposed to breastfeed until Damian was about two. No clue what to do about that. Maybe the kid was already used to a bottle? He hoped so. He’d watch him more carefully while Marinette was holding him to see. In the meantime, he’d get a bottle and some formula on top of the baby food they’d been getting so far.

Alright so the kid was supposed to learn behaviors and language through observation. Good. That, hopefully, solved that problem. Tim probably would have just given the kid a textbook and said ‘good luck’. Marinette… he didn’t really know what Marinette would have done, but the woman wasn’t a teacher as far as he could tell and asking her to teach the kid properly was a little unfair.

Babies around his age are supposed to speak in something called… protowords? Like… a baby language? Damn, he has a miraculous and it seemingly allows him the power to understand every language but apparently ‘baby-speak’ didn’t count as a language. Tim called bullshit.

He felt a weight settle down on the bench next to him and absently glanced over.

Marinette sent him a slightly tired smile. She was wearing a new, dark red scarf.

He opened his mouth to say something only to have her shake her head and adjust her scarf a little to show him something.

Ah. It looked like Damian had fallen asleep on her shoulder so she’d fashioned the scarf into a makeshift baby sling.

“Could’ve used the stroller,” he whispered, setting his receipt in the book to mark his page.

She snorted. “And risk waking him? He cries every time he wakes up, I’m not dealing with that right now.”

He bit his lip. “You know… this book says he’s supposed to cry for, like, an hour to an hour and a half a day.”

She tipped her head to the side a little. “He’s cried like… three times.”

“Yeah, and he was really easy to shut up. Decidedly not normal.”

They looked back down at Damian, identical frowns on their faces.

“Does it have an explanation for why he’d be like this?” Marinette asked, her voice soft.

Tim hesitated.

“The only reasons I can think of are that he doesn’t think we’d help him if he cried or he thinks crying is something he’d be punished for. Considering how he was raised… it could be either. Or both.”

Marinette yawned as she sat back on the hotel bed. She leaned back against Tim, leaving him to bear the weight of both her and Damian.

He, to his credit, barely even blinked. He turned slowly until they were both leaning back against each other.

She tipped her head back to rest on his shoulder.

She could fall asleep like this, she thought. Propped against Tim. Damian, in her arms, watching an episode of something called True and the Rainbow Kingdom… it was nice.

Or, at least, it would be if Tim could stop that infernal tapping.

“Ugh, could you stop that? Some people actually sleep.”

He gave a tiny puff of laughter that acknowledged that he heard her but, alas, he continued typing.

She groaned a little and reached a hand behind herself to give him a tiny bap to his side.

“Hm. This may shock you, but hitting me really hasn’t helped your case.”

She huffed and twisted around to try and see over his shoulder. She’d given up on sleeping, anyway.

“What are you even doing?”

He shrugged just slightly. “Trying to figure out what to do about money.”

She nodded slowly, looking over his shoulder as he scrolled through jobs they could do with zero experience or degrees. That could sustain a family of three and pay for the daycare they would have to take Damian to. The options... weren’t great.

Damian tugged on her shirt for her attention and she looked down as he pointed at his screen with a bright smile. There was a black cat on the screen. She didn’t really know what he wanted until he kept saying ‘ma’ over and over. She nodded and said ‘cat’ in both Arabic and English, which seemed to sate him as he went back to watching… the giant green yeti monster stealing a basket of candy? What the fuck was even going on on this show? Were kids’ shows like this in her own world, too? Or was this one’s shows just especially weird?

A thought occurred to her and she looked back over at Tim.

“You exist in this world, right?”

He nodded absently and opened a tab that, despite its claim that it was an entry level job, apparently required two years of experience and a degree. He closed it quickly.

“Why don't we just mooch off of the other you?”

Tim sighed. “Because that’s illegal?”

“You’re a vigilante. I don’t think that ‘borrowing’ money from your alternate self is where you should draw the line on illegal activities.”

“I draw the line when it harms innocent people.”

She laughed at that. “He’s rich. It’s not like he’s going to miss it. Think of it as… giving the money to people who need it.”

“You’re a regular robin hood,” Tim said sarcastically.

“I know. I’m so kind,” she agreed, grinning.

There were a few moments of silence.

Then, finally, he shook his head. “Even if we could somehow do that -- which I can’t guarantee because I’m not completely sure I could guess my passwords -- the fact that we’re in Texas… he’d notice.”

She shrugged. “Then let’s move back to Gotham.”

He blinked and finally looked up from the computer. “What?”

“We don’t have much of a life here, really, so why not move?”

He considered this for a while before sighing and flopping back on the bed. “Let me see if I can even get into the account. There’s nothing to say that I even have the same social security number here...”

She nodded her understanding and laid back next to him. Damian whined a little at the sudden displacement but just ran a hand up and down his back absently until he was watching his show again, completely silent as he stared at the screen. Now the main girl was reaching into her bag for a weird orb of light that was, apparently, sentient. Was this the Dora of their world? God help their children.

Speaking of helping their children...

She picked up a parenting book to read while Tim tried to guess his otherworldly counterpart’s passwords.

Tim managed to get in.

He rested his head in his hands, cursing quietly.

She glanced over and smiled at his slightly flushed face.

“What was the password?”

He grumbled under his breath.

This only seemed to encourage her more because she started nudging his shoulder, the soft smile morphing into a cheeky grin.

He sighed and took a moment to gather himself before looking over at her. “It’s… ‘<3Richard<3graysons<3little<3brother<3’.”

“... I don’t get it.”

“Good. So you can’t tease me about it,” he said, sticking his tongue out at her.

She scoffed. “That’s not fair.”

“Totally is.”

He set the computer down beside himself and stretched his achy old bones. He’d had a baby for approximately two days now and he could already feel the bad back setting in. Tomorrow he would have gray hair.

“I’m going to look it up if you don’t tell me.”

“... he’s a celebrity,” Tim said quietly.

Her grin wavered back towards that genuine smile for just a second before spreading into an even wider grin. She reached out and pinched his cheeks. “Awwww, Tim, that’s so cute --!”

“Shut up,” he complained, batting her hands away.

She snickered. “No. I’m going to write that password on your tombstone.”

“You’re assuming I’m going to die first.”

“I have an extended lifespan. You’re only going to have that for another fifteen years. After that? Unless I’m really stupid you’re gonna die first.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m going to find out how to be immortal now. Purely to spite you.”

She snorted. “Okay. Good luck with that.”

“Thank you.”

With that, he pushed himself up with a groan. “I’m going to get him ready for bed.”

She nodded her understanding and continued with her reading.

Damian whined a little when Tim tried to take him away from where he had curled up next to Marinette but that seemed to be more because he was tired and cranky than genuine distress.

Tim was the one to bathe him. It wasn’t a bubble bath, he wasn’t eager to repeat the previous night’s mistakes, but he did give Damian the rubber duck. This seemed to work for all of them, since Damian now allowed them to take him out of the bath as long as he got to bring his duck.

Marinette grinned when she looked over at where Damian was chewing on his rubber duck as Tim struggled to click the annoyingly difficult buttons of the onesie into place.

“Told you he would love it.”

“We both know that wasn’t why you wanted to get it.”

“And we both know you didn’t get that squishy bread-thing just because you thought he would like it, either.”

He smiled. “Maaaaaybe.”

The onesie finally allowed itself to be buttoned and Tim picked Damian up so he could get into bed.

Marinette frowned. “This book says we shouldn’t let him sleep with us every night. Says it creates a bad habit that’s hard to break.”

Tim raised an eyebrow at her but, reluctantly, carried the kid over to the crib so they could sleep separately.

“Fine. But I’m going to sleep before him so I don’t stress out all night.”

She snickered. “Fine. Fine.”

He climbed into bed, set a pillow between them, and promptly dozed off before he could get woken up by Damian whimpering through the night.

… Tim woke up a few hours later -- his body wasn’t quite used to sleeping through nights just yet -- to find that Marinette had brought the kid into bed with them again.

He smiled a little and moved the pillow out from between them. Even if Damian was currently too trapped in Marinette’s arms to even reach it, it was best to make sure it couldn’t happen.

Damian whimpered a little in his sleep again and Tim tipped his head to the side. He reached over and gently combed his fingers through the fuzzy little tufts of hair that the kid had so far. Damian relaxed.

Tim sighed and shifted in the bed until he was closer to Damian, then maneuvered through Marinette’s mess of limbs to press a tiny kiss to the top of his head. The baby smiled in his sleep and, though the kid couldn’t see it, he returned the smile. He rested an arm around the kid as well in hopes that it would keep the kid feeling safe before allowing himself to drift off.

~~~~~

@nathleigh @peachmuses @unoriginalmess @hammalammadamdam @astrynyx @laurcad123 @927roses-and-stuff

#into the unknown #maribat #tim drake #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #red robin #timari #timmari #shutterbug #timinette

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yourmcu · 4 years ago

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Mesmerized (ii)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Request:

@lostaurorax said:

hii!! i love ur writing i was wondering if u could write a natasha x reader fic were reader is part of the guardians of the galaxy and they come to the compound and natasha is just starstruck but reader plays kinda hard to get and then just a bunch of fluff !

Word count: 2,551

A/n: basically a day out with Natasha. you like having her around. she likes having you around. Part 2/? (more notes at the end of the fic!)

Warnings: mostly fluff, but ending’s pretty angsty (help), some thor fluff in the beginning, jealous!nat if you squint

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

gif not mine!! credits to the owner^^

After Natasha left your room she immediately goes straight to hers. She barely falls asleep.

She stares at the ceiling, absorbed in her own thoughts. She tries to shake away the heat rushing to her face whenever the moment you kissed her on the cheek replays on her mind. All it took is someone like you to get one of the toughest people in the compound turn into mush.

She never believes in the ‘love at first sight’ bullshit because, well, it is bullshit. It’s impossible to love someone you just met. But who knows, right? You might just be an exception.

No, Natasha frowns. I just like her... a lot. It’s different.

The next morning, her run consists of her planning out the date day with you, where she’d take you first and stuff. She stops by the front gate of the compound, suddenly worrying. She wants to impress you. But what if you don’t like what she had in store? What if you think she's boring?

You're the type of person that almost likes everything and you’d express it kindly if you don’t. Boring you should be the last thing on Natasha’s mind.

Natasha walks into the kitchen to hydrate herself but halts once she saw the mess you and Thor had all over the counters.

“Wait, hold on- no, that’s - oh god, Thor, that’s too much batter!” You smack him on the arm and laugh, tilting your head a bit to figure out how you’d get the large pancake out of the pan.

“Oops,” Thor says sheepishly, turning around to put the bowl back on the counter, noticing Natasha’s confusion. “Oh don’t worry, Natasha, we’ll clean up after we’re done.”

The mention of the redhead makes you turn as well. “Good morning, Nat.” You beam. Normally, Natasha would sent a glare to anyone who calls her that, someone who isn’t a close friend, but with you... instead of a glare her eyes light up. Giving you a small smile, she greets you back.

“I thought you were going out?” She questions, passing by you to reach the fridge.

“We were, but IHOP’s closed, under maintenance they said,” Thor sighs and you hum in response. “It’s quite alright. I heard you guys are going out anyway-”

Natasha lowers the water bottle from her lips, staring at him. “You heard?”

You spin around to clean up after turning off the stove. ‘I didn’t tell him anything,’ you mouth to her, which makes her think Steve somehow knows of it already.

Thor lets out a laugh, grabbing the whole pan and twiddling his fork, “you two have fun.” He winks and walks out of the room.

-----

“They were so cute,” you look back at the newly engaged couple near the window of the restaurant. “And really, you didn’t have to pay. I can pay you back.”

Later that afternoon the both of you headed out. Natasha parked her car somewhere and since it was a nice day, not too hot or anything, you both strolled around the city to find a place to have brunch.

“Y/N, it’s fine. I’m the one who asked you out.” Natasha chuckles, remembering the way you pouted in there begging her to let you pay at least for your own food.

You huff, smiling. “Fine. But I’m getting you back.”

So far you were having a good time with her. You got to know each other more, she told you stories about some of the team’s missions from other countries which were relatively rare, her first encounters with Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, and in return you told her some about your out-of-this-world missions with the guardians.

And no you didn’t tell her about the history of moon rocks or some shit, nor did you promise to bring her back some. Who even collects those nowadays? Natasha was more interested about your early life, on Earth, which you were thankful for. You were taken away from your father (the only parent you preferred and loved) who was pure human one day by your alien-freak of a mother which you inherited your fire powers from.

You don’t like talking about it. But with her you're surprisingly comfortable.

Natasha smirks. “So we’re going out again sometime?”

“Of course we are.” After two seconds of pure confidence you wish you didn’t say that out loud. “Well, you know, I won’t force you to something you don’t want it’s - it’s your call.”

You're in the middle of telling her about your favorite bar and diner, the one your father always takes you as a child and you even paid a visit there the last time you were on Earth.

“Huh. Isn’t that the one that just closed?” She recalls

“No, really?” You drag out the ‘no’, sighing. “They’re the best. They make their own iced tea and beer and stuff... and - oh!”

You feel something rub against your ankle: a fluffy dog who's looking up at you with its tongue out and its tail was wagging wildly. Natasha raises her eyebrows, her eyes trailing to the abandoned leash behind it.

“Hey there,” you kneel down to pet it with caution just incase its intention is to bite you. But it seems to be happy and tame. “Look, Nat, s’adorable.” Natasha chuckles briefly and starts looking around for a person who looks frantic and is finding, calling a dog.

“This fella belongs to the animal center.” You caress the dog behind its ear while you read the information on its collar.

It isn’t that far, it seems like the dog just escaped as well because the guy running the center was unaware of its absence.

“Thanks!” Said guy smiles in appreciation, reaching out to take the leash out of your hand. Natasha’s mind is focused on how the guy looks at you for the first time. It's the exact same look she gave you that night. Mesmerized, as if it was love at first sight. She doesn’t miss how his hand brushes yours, completely intentional. “I don’t know what I’d do if you hadn’t returned him. The pups here just grew out of their mom’s milk and are very hyper. It’s a lot of work.”

You're completely oblivious to this, you’re just glad the dog is back to where he belongs.

“No problem, he’s very sweet.” You smile politely. “Are they up for adoption? It would really help you out if they were, you know, and this one here is well behaved.”

At this point Natasha’s just eyeing the guy like he’d pounce on you any minute now. He’s definitely into you and she doesn’t like it.

“You’re welcome to stop by anytime,” he grins, ignoring your suggestion. “Can I have your number?”

“Oh, I don’t have a phone...” you trail off.

“That’s right, she doesn’t.” Natasha steps in and she catches the guy off guard and surprised that the Black Widow is actually with you the whole time. Natasha intertwines her hand with yours, pleased with his dumbfounded reaction. “We’ll be on our way now.”

You didn’t expect that but you weren’t complaining. Her hands were soft, and it brought this comforting feeling you couldn’t explain. But you clear your throat once the both of you are a few blocks away from the center.

“Sorry, he gave me an off vibe,” Natasha mutters and removes her hand from yours.

“Don’t be, I appreciate you looking out,” you smiles. Her car was getting into view now. “If it helps you sleep at night though, he wasn’t my type.” You joke.

Turns out you weren’t completely oblivious.

Natasha merely scoffs, getting in the driver’s seat and starting the engine.

After the dog incident you both drove around different parts of the city. You went to a different mall to stroll around, commenting on anything you both saw that would somehow lead to a stupid story that happened at some point in your lives.

A local artsy bookstore, not gonna lie Natasha liked reading a good book when she had the time. So did you. It was nice to know that she’s the type of person who liked reading. Quill always got annoyed with you whenever he saw you reading silently in the ship (but when was he not annoyed with you?). The only ones that was willing to try and read back in space were Mantis and Gamora, bless her soul.

“These are good,” you mutter to Natasha. “All my books are on the ship, I think, but if I get to them I’ll let you read my favorite one... if you want.”

Last stop of the day. Natasha claims it’s a surprise.

“I don’t do well with surprises,” you whine, holding back a smile. “Just tell me.”

“No. And besides, we’re already here.” Natasha chuckles.

Your eyes light up on how stunning the scenery was. An edge of the cliff and below is a beach that doesn’t look like it’s visited by people everyday. The beautiful sunset, the sky made up of purple, orange and almost pink magnifies the calmness of the waves crawling gently to the shore.

“I always come here whenever I need to,” she says silently and exhales, walking over to you. “It’s the perfect place to go whenever those idiots get on my nerves.” You laugh lightly at her reasoning.

Natasha pats a spot on the grass beside her. She holds her gaze on you as you sit down, sighing. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” she manages to stop staring at you and look up at the sky instead. It's getting darker by the minute, the orange and pinkness started to fade as the sun went down, all of it replaced by light purple, darker shade of blue.

You're used to different colored skies. It would always vary and depend on what planet you were on, plus you always see those stars shimmering up above, so your focus is on the water and the waves. The way they move calms you.

“Thank you for today,” you murmur. “I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t expect any of this happening.”

Natasha hums. “I hope I wasn’t too boring.”

“Of course not, I think you’re very interesting and you’re fun to be with.” You say genuinely.

Once the sun is fully down and the moon had taken over the sky, the both of you get up to head back to the compound. “Eating out here would’ve been nice but Steve’s in charge with dinner, he wouldn’t be too happy if he knew we already ate.” The car ride back is silent, but the good kind. A content, comfortable one.

Okay so, your stay took more than a few weeks.

You grew close with the amazing group of people, plus your good relationship with Natasha just kept growing and... just got better.

Thor stayed too because he didn’t have a choice, but he didn’t mind. Rocket left one pod for both of you to use that’ll send you to wherever Quill’s ship was up there.

You and Natasha went out when you had the chance, taking turns treating each other to stuff. You learned that Thor included your books when he packed you a bag, and now Natasha was borrowing one of them.

Sometimes you’d join them on missions. You did a great job every time, not wanting to be a burden to a team you weren’t officially in. Sometimes you’d join Steve into a sparring session at the compound’s gym.

Speaking of which, he’s treating both you and Natasha as if you’re dating.

“Would you look at that, your girl managed to give me a bruise. She’s a keeper.” Steve tells Natasha.

“You totally deserve that.”

You also started sparring with Natasha. And Tony caught on with the whole ‘dating’ thing from Steve.

“Oooh, am I interrupting something here?” Tony smirks. He's going back and forth visiting the compound and coming home to his wife and daughter at their cabin. It's working out though. “I think the mat’s unsanitary. Take this to the bedroom.”

“Oh shut up, Y/N was just working on her tackling.” Natasha grunts, leaving you sprawled on the mat, exhausted. “It’s getting sloppy. We’ll go again in a minute.”

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“Y/N,” The devastating tone of Natasha’s voice makes you look up. “Quill’s calling. He’s looking for you.”

“What?” She doesn’t answer but instead motions you to follow. In her office is a hologram of your fellow half-human and he looks distraught.

You step in front of the hologram so he can see you.

“What happened to a few weeks, L/N? It’s been almost three months!” Quill says. “Look, come back, bring Thor with you. Our distress signal goes off almost every day and we can’t keep doing this without both of you.”

“Alright, how much time do I have before you lose your cool?” You reply sarcastically, but you're also worried and didn’t want to leave. You know better than to argue with the guy.

Natasha doesn’t want you to leave so suddenly. There’s limited communication between you and her once you go back up there. She grew attached to you.

Quill gives you an obvious look. “As soon as possible! Just - just get back here, please?” Then he abruptly ends the call.

You roll your eyes and left the room to pack, barely noticing Natasha hunched over, visibly sad and anxious that you’re leaving.

She loves you, and now you’re leaving without that knowledge.

You told Thor about it when he passed by the open door of your room. He didn’t look thrilled to be leaving so suddenly. After packing everything up (on his part it wasn’t that much) he offered to carry your bag for you as you said your farewells.

“Sorry guys, duty calls,” you sigh, hugging everyone. “Seeing as Tony’s not here just tell him I’ll miss him or something.”

“Will you come visit soon?” Wanda asks as she pulls away from your hug.

“Definitely.” You turn your head when Steve nudges you, nodding his head to the direction where Natasha is shifting, pacing, avoiding any eye contact.

You walk over to her. She tries holding back tears as you did. She grew attached to you and now you’re leaving. “Hey Nat,” you cup her face, trying to get her to look at you. “I’m sorry. I don’t wanna leave either, not right now, but-”

Natasha kisses you, pulling you close to her as much as possible. Tears fully streaming down her face. She’s never felt this way before, about anybody, for a long time.

But let’s face it, you both know you loved each other. Maybe the both of you just knew that if you got together, it’ll be extremely hard for your relationship once you left. The long distance relationship thing. Even if you aren’t, it's already too painful for Natasha, like she's caught off guard or something. None of you knew that today's your last night on Earth.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Natasha whispers after pulling away.

You smile sympathetically, wiping her tears away with your thumb. “You know I’ll come back, right, pretty girl?” Natasha exhales shakily and pulls you into a hug.

“You better.”

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I found a song for this fic-series whatever, please I’m so proud of myself the song reminds me of this story

I’M ANNOYED THAT I HAVEN’T PUT IN MUCH ABOUT THE READER’S FIRE ABILITIES IN THIS ONE BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY ANYWAY (they’re on a date she wouldn’t need it for anything)

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thequeenindisguise · 3 years ago

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SOMEWHERE IN NEVERLAND (ICHIRUKI AU)

Here it is! My first and probably last entry for Ichiruki Month 2021... to be more specific, it’s for Day 11 with the prompt “What do you dream of?”

I think the last time I participated was like, what? Five years ago? Yikes. I didn’t even improve haha and okay, I know somewhere, sometime ago, someone has already done this AU though. And this was based off the amazing work of jon-lock from deviant art so this would look like crap next to his work. I mean I suck at coloring and at a bunch of other things, I know! But I just really felt like doing this.

I was actually thinking of writing a fic about it, but if I’m the one doing it, it’s probably going to be multi-chaptered and I just can’t commit to that. So if you know of any fics or fanart with the same theme, hope you can link them to me 😊 I’d really love to dive myself in them.

But despite saying that, it didn’t stop me from writing this silly one-shot called Somewhere In Neverland feel free to read and review there, if you have the time.

And now, if you read through all that, thank you so much for your time! Be safe, hope you enjoy the rest of your day and the rest of Ichiruki Month :D

And now for some more story time, you don’t need to read through this. It will be just me sharing some personal stuff… So feel free to move on with your life without this. Seriously. You can stop here if you just accidentally pressed the keep reading button, you are forgiven 😊

Oh… you’re still reading? Okay, then. So I’ve been really depressed lately, more on because my current job sucks, I just lost the opportunity to get my dream job, the pandemic’s still on-going and I just feel like nothing’s really going on with my life (T.T) I’m broke AF, it’s hard to fall asleep, my face is all pimply, I’ve gained a lot of weight and basically, this is just a low point for me.

Okay, I know that there are other people with much bigger problems than what I’m going through right now so I just try to deal with it on my own. I made a fanart, just to feel like I’m focusing on something and I actually finished the thing just to ease my mind of my worries. It was kinda therapeutic and I kind of like the feeling of actually accomplishing something. And I even mustered up the courage to join the discord server for IR. My anti-social ass was proud of that. I was even thinking of posting this fanart there just to show everyone that I really appreciate them for welcoming me but at the last minute I chickened out but ended up posting it here? I don’t know either. I’m weird like that. Even though everyone there seemed really fun and supportive, I just… didn’t want to ruin the vibe with my negative aura (the latest chapter was enough to trigger everyone. Didn’t wanna add to that).

Anyway, thinking about these past horrible days and listening to some really sad songs, because why not add to the drama? I was listening to one song about running away to “Neverland” and it got me thinking wouldn’t it be great if I were to just stay a kid forever? That way I wouldn’t have to deal with the pressures of adulthood. Then I thought about Wendy from Neverland and somehow I remembered that on that 2nd Disney movie, she grew up. And to confirm it, I just had to search for that clip on youtube. And yes, it was the part where Peter saw her as an adult and oh god, I kid you not, I started bawling. One, because I didn’t realize that I ship them… oops… and I wondered if Wendy, even as an adult, ever thought of what it’d be like if she had stayed in Neverland. Then I also found this deleted scene from the live action movie which showed Peter reuniting with her, hoping to take her back but he couldn’t anymore because she’s all grown up, and he was so heartbroken by it but then she introduces him to her daughter, with who he takes with him (weird? Maybe that was why it was deleted haha).

And so, I’ve been thinking about it a lot and as always I ended up thinking about Bleach and IR because of the new chapter and all (which wasn’t released yet back then). And I wondered what would it be like if they were in Peter pan and Wendy’s shoes—but first off, I didn’t think Ichigo would fit the role of not growing up because I don’t know, despite being a teen, he looked matured and kinda scary? Kids would never go with him. He’ll be better as the Grinch of Christmas because kids would probably feel like they’ll be bullied even though he’s a nice guy. And so I realize, oh it’s better if we switch them up and make Rukia Peter Pan because she’d be looking young forever while Ichigo grows old (which was what I was expecting from Bleach but somehow they all seem to be aging at the same time now, with all the marriages and the making babies or whatever) And to parallel the manga I realized that maybe having Ichigo live his life (in the world of the living) and have a family would probably be something that Rukia would be really proud of and would be happy to see (Okay, hold up. Just to be clear, I still don’t like the ending for so many other reasons but if it had to go down with Ichigo making a family WITHOUT Rukia then this better be the damn reason for it and that’s to protect him by making him live a normal and safe life before they reunite again in SS. I rest my case.).

And so I connect all this to Day 11 – What do you dream of? Because, well, since the prompt really is up to interpretation… it can be like a “dream” in life? Or just maybe a dream at night? Anyway, this is what I dreamt of literally. Again, I’ve been thinking about it all the time lately so I had to let it out. And of course, in relation to IR and in this AU setting, they probably dream of being together too (both in life and at night haha) <3

And that’s about it. I just want to leave this long message here so that when the time comes that I feel so much better, I’ll know what I was going through behind this not-so-good-but-a-little-better-than-my-other-works-so-far fanart and that one-shot that I tried my best to write despite my writing skills being very rusty, and know that it will be alright someday and that I’ll probably get through it whatever it was that I’m going through at this moment.

If you’ve reached until the end then wow. Bless your kind soul really and hope you have a great dinner and of course, thank you for lending me your ears or eyes (since you had to read). I may not know you but I really, really appreciate your time 😊

#deathberry #irmonth2021 #what do you dream of #IchiRuki #IchiRuki Forever #ichiruki month #ichiruki fanart #ichiruki fanfic #ichigo kurosaki #Rukia Kuchiki #my heart still aches #give me some love

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ray-ray-writings · 4 years ago

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No thoughts only Princess Bride au where Sam, Dream or Sapnap (honestly any of them can work take your pick of minecraft boy) is Westley and I'm Buttercup -🍉

Oh gosh 🍉 you’re brain is so big!!!! So Imma use Dream because I have ideas….. Did I basically write the movie in this drabble just changing the names? Yes. Do I regret it? Hell no lol. I hope you enjoy!!! (I added a page break because it’s pretty long lol)

So Clay is a farmhand on your father’s farm that you are absolutely infatuated with. He does anything and everything you ask with a small smirk and an “as you wish”. As you spend more time together, you two fall in love. Clay decides that he needs to go across the sea so he can make a fortune before he can marry you. You beg him not to go, because you love him and he loves you too and that was all you need, but he goes anyway. He leaves you with a kiss on your lips and a promise to always come back for you. But he never did come back.

News came back that Clay’s ship was attacked by a powerful pirate that goes by the name Dream. The news broke your heart and you locked yourself in your room and swore you would never love again.

A few years go by and a new King is crowned. King Schlatt bumps into you one day and is stunned by your beauty and immediately declares that you will be his new partner. You try to refuse, but he has none of it. He announces to the kingdom that they will have a new member in the royal family in a few days time. But you knew you would never love Schlatt. After the announcement you went out to clear your mind on a horseback ride. You run into three men who claimed to be lost, and you with your big heart stop to help them but you quickly come to regret it as the biggest and strongest one, grabs you at a pressure point and you pass out.

When you come to, you’re on a boat and the three men are sitting around staring at you. “Oh good. You’re awake!” One of them cheers, eerily cheery for kidnappers. “I was really worried I grabbed the wrong point but you were breathing so it helped me calm down a little bit… I’m Sapnap!” The big guy introduces himself. “Sapnap!” the shortest one hisses out, “you’re not supposed to tell them our names!” “Oops. Sorry George” ‘Sapnap’ apologizes. “SAPNAP!” The one he called George, “Bad tell him that he’s an idiot!” George shrieks, turning to the third man. ‘Bad’ faces palms at the two in front of him. “Great… Just great… You both have literally told them all of our names” And even though you’re in a really bad position, you can’t help but laugh at the idiocracy of the three. “Oh gosh. If this is how you act, the King and his men are definitely going to find you and when he does, you’re going to be in for it” you laugh, rolling your eyes at the three. They seem to take a little bit of offense at what you say, but George and Sapnap begin to squabble with each other and then Bad yells at them to shut up and everything falls silent. At one point, George asks if they’re being followed and while they’re distracted you take the chance and jump over the side of the boat and begin to swim away from them. But then something brushes your leg and you freeze. “There are eels in the water! Deadly eels that are just waiting to eat you,” Bad taunts from the boat and you begin to panic. An eel creeps up beside you and before it can take a bite out of you, you’re pulled back into the boat by the strong hands of Sapnap. “Are you okay?” He asks softly after he’s sure you’re steady in the boat. You can only nod, too scared to speak. “Good… Just don’t do that again,” he scolds gently. And even though these three have kidnapped you, you can’t help but begin to grow a soft spot for the gentle giant.

Turns out you were being followed. Sapnap is forced to carry you three up the cliff as a stranger, wearing a green shirt and a white mask, begins to climb the rope behind you. Bad yells at him to climb faster, which doesn’t help, but you make it to the top before the stranger catches you and Bad cuts the rope. The stranger doesn’t fall though, just continues to climb the mountain. Bad instructs you guys to keep moving but George insists on staying behind to kill the man. Bad rolls his eyes, but let’s him and so you three run away, well Bad and Sapnap run because you’re still being carried by Sapnap.

You three watch as the stranger and George fight beautifully but at the end, the masked man comes out on top, knocking George unconscious and running toward you guys. Bad let’s out a loud yell in frustration and commands Sapnap to give you to him and then demands that Sapnap kill the man by any means necessary. Bad carries you off further down the path before sitting you down and turning to watch the battle between Sapnap and the stranger. He lets out a frustrated yell again as Sapnap is also rendered unconscious. Bad quickly blindfolds you and pulls out his knife and presses it to your throat. “If you take another step closer I’ll kill them!” You hear Bad call out to someone… the stranger. He must not stop moving because the knife gets pressed into your throat further causing you to let out a small gasp and you make an attempt to move away. You listen as the stranger makes a deal with Bad and listen as Bad debates about which cup to drink from. The cup that is laced with the powder that will knock the other unconscious and allow the one that remains awake to get away with you. You listen as Bad toasts and the two drink, and you listen as Bad boasts about being smarter than the other man, only to have his laughter cut short as he falls asleep. The blindfold is removed from your eyes and you meet the beautiful green eyes of the stranger that look very familiar, you don’t get to stare long because he moves away and cuts the binds from your wrists and legs before dragging you away.

After getting a bit away, the man pushes you into a rock and demands that you catch your breath. As you’re seated, you begin to beg with the man, asking him what he wants and that any ransom he asks he will get. The man laughs in your face and mocks you and your ‘love’. You spit at him that you do not love the King and that you have loved more deeply than he could ever understand. The man scoffs and rolls his eyes before grabbing your arm again and running again.

Once again, after a while of running, he forces you to sit and catch your breath once more. This time you confront him about his identity, “I know who you are,” you spit out, seated on the rock, “You’re Dream… admit it” The man smirks and gives you a mock bow, “Sure am Your Highness. What can I do for you?” he asks so cockily. You tell him that he can die a most slow and painful death. Dream lets out another laugh, “And why would you wish such a thing.” “Because you killed my love” He is silent for a second before shrugging, “Maybe… I’ve killed a lot of people. Who was this love of yours?” And you can’t help it, but you begin to describe him. You think of his blonde hair, his emerald green eyes, his kind smile and warm heart… Your Clay. Dream then tells you that he remembers Clay. He remembers killing him and how he didn’t beg or plead, he just accepted it but before he died, he told of you and how you were his everything. But then he got really defensive and began to shout at you, calling you faithless and mocking you for getting engaged to the King. You cannot help but scream at him, “I DIED THAT DAY!” You noticed Schlatt’s horses and claim that Dream can die too for all you care and so you push him as hard as you can down the hill. As he’s falling you hear him call the words that you’re love would always say to you, “As you wish!” Your heart aches and you begin to run toward him, only to trip and fall down the hill to.

Once at the bottom, you lay on the ground, catching your breath. As you do, Clay, his white mask now gone, moves and hovers over you. “Are you okay? Can you move?” But you don’t care about yourself at the moment, “You’re alive” you breathe out, your hand coming up to cup his face. “I told you I would come back, my love. I’m back.” and you just pull him in and press a long and passionate kiss on his lips. Five years of pain and longing and missing your lover pour into the kiss. A warmth that you haven’t felt since you kissed Clay goodbye fills your entire body and causes your toes to curl. “I love you so much” you murmur to him once he pulls back, “I love you too so much more.”

Once you two get up, you run to the fire swap. You’re a little nervous, but you know that Clay will take care of you. You ask Clay what had happened on that ship 5 years ago. Clay begins to tell you the story of how he became Dream as you two practically dance through the fire swamp. It feels so good to be back in Clay’s arms as he twirls you around trees and fire spurts that shoot up from the ground. The warmth flutters in your heart again as Clay tells you that he now plans on retiring since he found you, his true love once again. You two share a sweet moment and another kiss before you make your way through the dangerous swamp. You have some close encounters, but make it out of the swamp safely…. Unfortunately you two are not alone when you exit.

Schlatt meets you on the other side of the swamp and you begin to get surrounded by his men and you knew how this would end. “Promise you won’t hurt him if I come with you!” You shout to your fiance. Schlatt makes this promise and you turn to Clay who is looking at you in the utmost shock, “What?” he whispers. “I died the day you died Clay… I could not handle it if you died again” you whisper back to him, “I know you’ll return to me again one day” and then you’re whisked away by Schlatt back to the castle.

You mope around the castle and Schlatt notices. He blames it on the fact his father is in bad health, who dies later that night, but no one truly believes him. You begin to have nightmares as your and Schlatt’s wedding grows closer. After waking from a particularly terrible one, you run to Schaltt’s office and tell him that you don’t want to marry him, that you want to marry Clay. Schlatt surprisingly agrees, claiming to not wanting to make you unhappy or dead. He agrees to send out a letter to Dream’s ships and if Clay wants you, he can marry you but if he doesn’t to please consider marrying him to killing yourself, to which you agree.

Days go by and you hear nothing, and you walk into his room and he greets you. He tells you of what is going to happen, but he slips up and you find out that he never attempted to contact Clay. So you yell at him, you insult him, and as you tell him that Clay will always come for you because you love each other, you drive him off the metaphorical edge. He very angrily throws you into your room and locks you in there before storming off. You bang and kick at the door, trying to get out but nothing. Finally you settle yourself by the fire and begin to just think of your true love Clay.

The sun sets and you are forced to get ready for a wedding you do not wish to be a part of. Schlatt enters your room and helps you adjust your outfit. You tell him once again that Clay will save you. But you find yourself at the altar listening to a priest who you have to try really hard not to laugh at (I am literally thinking of Quackity just using one of his silly voices just officiating a wedding lol). A commotion begins to happen outside and Schlatt begins to panic silently and you can tell. So you taunt him a bit, but then he demands Quackity to call you married “partner and partner” and then you’re dragged to the honeymoon suite. You can’t help but go dumbly because you’re so shocked at the fact that you just got married to Schlatt and Clay didn’t come to save you. As you’re being escorted to your room, you make the decision that you’re going to do it. If you cannot be with the one you love, you’re going to kill yourself.

You get to the room and pull out the dagger, hold it to your chest, and just as you are about to plunge it into your chest, the sweet voice of your lover calls from behind you, “Are you sure you want to do that, love? I mean I wouldn’t be able to kiss you there if you split your chest open.” You head snaps to the bed to find Clay laying there motionless, but his eyes are trained on you. You throw the dagger on the desk before running over to Clay and throwing yourself down on top of him and kiss him over and over again. “Clay, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.” you apologize after you pull back. His eyebrows raise at the apology, “What have you done now?” “I got married. I didn’t want to, but everything happened so fast that I did.” “It didn’t happen” “Yes it did” “Did you say I do?” “Well no but-” “Then it doesn’t count and you aren’t married. Didn’t say it, didn’t do it… Wouldn’t you say so your highness.” Clay’s eyes drift to the doorway causing yours to follow. There stands a pissed of Schlatt, “You forget one technicallity… Whatever, it will all be fixed in a moment” he declares before drawing out a sword. Then Schlatt and Clay begin a back and forth, with Clay doing most of the talking, his words just confusing Schlatt. After his epic speech, Clay slowly rises from the bed and holds a sword to Schlatt and demands that Schlatt drop his weapon. Fear now swimming in his eyes, Schlatt does everything Clay commands even sitting in a chair. Schlatt even allows you to tie him up extremely tightly.

Suddenly, George walks into the bedroom, surprising the hell out of you. “Where’s Sapnap and Bad?” Clay asks George, causing the shock and surprise to ring further in you, “I thought they were with you!” George responds. Since when were they all friends? A voice calls to you from outside the window. You and George help Clay to look outside and there you find Bad and Sapnap standing next to five white horses. “We found the stables!” Bad calls to you three. “And there were five horses and there were five of us if we found Y/N!” “Hi Y/N!!!” Sapnap interrupts waving frantically to you. A soft grin graces your face as you return the wave to the gentle giant who you def had a soft spot for now. “So we took them!” Bad finishes. You stare at each other for a while before Sapnap holds his arms out and motions to you. You giggle and step onto the window ledge and jump down, somehow completely trusting this giant and his friends who had tried to kill you. Sapnap catches you and gently puts you down on the ground before catching George and Clay too. “Hey, uhhhh… I just wanted to apologize for kidnapping you a few days ago,” Bad claims stepping forward, a sheepish look on his face. “We were just doing what we were hired too… That doesn’t make it right though and we’re sorry.” You give the man a soft smile, “It’s okay. I forgive you… What you did helped me find my love again so it was worth it in the end.” You claim as you turn and cuddle into Clay’s side. Clay grins down at you and kisses the top of your head before pecking your lips. “Alright then… Let’s get out of here.”

And so the five of you ride off and away from the castle, not really sure where you’re going. You ride for many hours before you finally feel it, the weight being lifted off of your shoulders. You stop and get off of your horses. “I think this might be a good place to settle down,” George claims looking around at the wide open area. “Yeah! I agree!” Sapnap shouts, jumping down beside him. You and Clay also hop off of your horses and move slightly away from the other three. “What do you think, love?” Clay asks quietly. You give a quick glance around before locking your gaze with his, “I think it’s perfect. I want to start our new life here… With our new friends.” A grin graces Clay’s face as his hand comes up to cup your cheek. He moves his face close to yours, so close you can feel his breath brushing against your slightly parted lips. “As you wish”

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obeiii-mee · 5 years ago

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I will happily send you fluff prompts! What about the brothers finding MC asleep on the couch?

These requested are so sweet, I’m going to get diabetes just from writing them-

But this was really fun to write! It’s really amusing writing fluff for the brothers because they’re supposed to be scary demons but we all know they love head pats from their favourite human.

I didn’t make these as long as before because I’m trying not to push myself with the writing. Hope you enjoy anyway!

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The Brothers finding MC asleep on the couch:

Lucifer:

-He was just passing by, on his way to Diavolo’s place for a meeting

-He noticed you, basically passed out on the couch

-He wasn’t really surprised

-You now live in a house full of demons, it was a given that you’ll grow tired from all their antics

-He takes a moment to look at you and appreciate how sweet and calm you look while asleep

-He knows he’ll be late for the damn meeting

-But he still picks you up and carries you all the way to your room

-Taking the time to tuck you in and kiss you on the forehead

-Though he will never mention this to you

-You woke up and for a few seconds, felt like you teleported all the way to your room

Mammon:

-Was actually looking for you

-He came up with another ‘brilliant, multi million dollar winning’ scheme

-Which involved you of course

-What would he do without his human??

-Apparently have a panic attack because he couldn’t find you anywhere

-You weren’t in your room, the kitchen, dinning hall, nowhere!

-It was by pure luck he spotted you asleep on the couch before he started alarming the others

-Was a bit annoyed you were here the entire time but couldn’t help kneeling down so he could take a closer look at your adorable face

-“ARE YOU ASLEEP?!!”

-“Why must you do this to me Mammon?”

-Considered letting you sleep some more before deciding that he wouldn’t be able to pull his scheme off without you

-“C’mon MC! It’ll be fun, I promise ya. Ya can go back to bed when we come back. If ya want, I’ll let you cuddle the Great Mammon so you will fall asleep in no time!”

-On other occasions he may have accidentally woken you up too so you can’t really win but what can you do?

-He’s your dorky boyfriend

Levi:

-The only reason he came out of his room was to look around for you because you promised you would watch some anime with him

-He was pretty excited as a new season for it came out and he wanted to cherish the moment with you

-Except you were nowhere to be found!

-After about half an hour of searching he found you on the couch

-“Stupid normie, picking sleep over watching anime with me.”

-Wouldn’t really want to wake you up though

-Probably took a picture of you and made it his home screen wallpaper

-He feels bad because he has been lowkey forcing you to stay up with him for ages to play video games

-But then the klutz fell and broke a cup from the coffee table by knocking it over

-You woke up to Levi sprawled on the floor, a perfect mixture of embarrassment and guilt on his face

-“Hey so uh, since you’re awake...”

-He kinda likes it better when you fall asleep in his room

-wait whAt

Satan:

-Chances are, he was heading to the library

-Was actually hoping you were there too

-So when he saw you asleep on the couch, he had to stop for a moment

-His brain was processing the amount of cuteness radiating from your sleeping figure

-He sat nearby and started reading his book there though he made a mental note to not read it out loud in order to not wake you

-Would occasionally look up from his book and smile at you

-100% would make threatening gestures to any of the brothers if they came in and looked they were about to disturb your sleep

-Would take breaks from reading just to spend a bit of time looking at you

-He likes how at ease you were in your sleep, it made him feel more relaxed too

-He would let you wake up on your own

-“Ah, are you up sunshine? Good. How about we take a walk to the library?”

Asmo:

-“Honey what are you doing?? Don’t fall asleep on the couch! Do you know how bad your muscles will strain in that position you were sleeping???”

-Would wake you up because the couch is not only uncomfortable and filthy at times, in his opinion, it’s always better to sleep in an actual bed

-Offers to let you sleep in his room (since you know, the brothers like bursting in to your own room all the time)

-Wouldn’t try anything with you because he can tell you need rest and he’s not going to stop you from getting it

-His bed has silk bedsheets and pillows that have just the right firmness to them, not to mention the temperature in his room is ALWAYS PERFECT

-Oh but he’s definitely staying in the same bed as you

-The man needs some sort of physical contact

-He definitely agrees you’re in need of a rest

-But he wishes you’d just ask to sleep in his room considering it’s way better than the couch

Beel:

-He’s so confused

-Like, what?

-Don’t you have your own bed? In your own room? Why are you sleeping on the couch?

-He’s quick to assume you’re like Belphie in a way

-Maybe you were too tired to go all the way to your room

-So you decided to just nap on the couch

-Which he understands

-He’s used to Belphegour also just passing out where ever he can

-Though he definitely thinks you need a better place to sleep because that couch must not be comfortable

-So he also carries you to your room and let’s you sleep while he eats a quick snack

-Would kinda pop in every five minutes to check in on you

-He would much rather carry you to your room or his than to let you sleep on the couch

-You could fall off! And the brothers are sure to come in and wake you up anyway

-Ahh he’s too cute

Belphie:

-Oop-

-Good thing he noticed you before he let himself fall on top of you

-Was about to take a nap on the couch

-Actually wanted to go back to his room but nah, too lazy

-He was kinda happy to have you there though

-CUDDLE BUDDY

-He probably just said ‘screw it’ and threw himself on top of you

-Fuck his cow pillow, you were the new upgrade

-He obviously woke you up but it’s not like you could get him off you

-He was pretty damn determined to sleep there and he wouldn’t budge

-So you guys napped there for a while (hours to be exact. Romantic isn’t it?)

-You two have been be found sleeping together on the couch more than one time

-It pisses Lucifer off but what can you do about it?

-It’s usually up to Beel to carry both of your asses back upstairs

-Where you continue napping

-What can I say? It’s tiring living with all these demons

Al~

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me imagines #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #⭐️ requests #🌸 comfort #☂️ demon brothers

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denkithunder · 4 years ago

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memories

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Summary: “If I could go back and change everything, I would do it in a heartbeat.”

A/N: finally finished re-writing this request! honestly i love it 100% more than the first version i wrote (i re-named it a couple of times oops)

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Staring at him from across the table, you silently picked at the appetizer you ordered before he got here.

He stared back at you from his place next to the table, standing still as if afraid to move.

You chuckle at the irony of the situation, breaking eye contact as you roll your eyes and pick up your wine glass.

‘Just my luck to be set up on blind date with my ex.’ You think to yourself as you drink from your glass.

You laid in bed with your boyfriend, the rhythm of his heartbeat slowly lulling you to sleep. You smile to yourself, these were your favorite moments. Just you, him, and the occasional, distant sound of a car driving by.

“We need to break up.” His voice was low and soft, almost as if he thought you were already asleep and he was just practicing saying these words.

You shift in his arms, feeling him freeze as you sit up from your place in his arms and turn to look up at him.

He stared ahead of him, refusing to make eye contact with you, so you stood and moved to stand in front of him.

“Are you going to explain what you mean or are you just going to keep avoiding eye contact with me?” Your voice trembled as you crossed your arms over your chest and kneeled on his bed.

“What’s there to explain?” He grumbled, annoyance in his voice as he moved to sit on the side of his bed next to your kneeling form.

“What’s ther- may be why you think we need to break-up?” You stood up once again as he stood up and walked across the small room.

“We just need to, okay? What’s so hard to understand about the fact that I’m breaking up with you?” His back was to you as his shoulders shook.

“Because I don’t understand why?” You cried out, running your hands through your hair as tears silently ran down your face. “There has to be a reason as to why you’re breaking up with me out of nowhere.”

“Because I need to focus on becoming the number one hero, nothing else beside that matters!” You flinched as his voice grew louder with every word he spoke, silently hoping it didn’t wake any of your classmates.

“Nothing?” You cowards away, the pain brought from his words slowly spreading throughout your body. “Not even me, not even us? Not even a three year relationship?”

The hurt slowly turned into anger the longer you stood in the middle of his room. How could he say that nothing else mattered when you had spent the last three years by his side, doing nothing but support him?

You both just stood there, staring into each other’s eyes with nothing but anger.

“I don’t need this right now. You’re being selfis-” He tried to whisper, flinching as your voice cut him off.

“Selfish?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you were being selfish?

“How am I being selfish, I have every right to be upset after you told me that our relationship isn’t even important to you? How else am I supposed to react?”

He just stared at you, not even bothering to correct you as he watched the angry tears fall down your cheeks rapidly.

“Three years really means absolutely nothing to you? I spent three fucking years doing nothing but support you and this is how thank me? By telling me our relationship meant nothing to you?” You gather your belongings, stuffing everything you had in his room into a bag as he just watched, hands twitching to stop you.

“Have a good life, Bakugou.” You spit out, slamming the door as you walk out of his room and out of his life.

He cleared his throat as he sat down, body stiff as he waited for you to go off on him.

You just glared at him, surprised that he had the guts to sit down after what he did.

“I think there’s been a mistake. Goodbye.” You move your hand to call the waiter, yanking your hand away when you felt his touch as he tried to stop you

“Pleas-”

“I don’t want to hear whatever pathetic excuse you have. You got what you wanted, you got the number one hero title. You don’t need this.”

“Are you ready to order?” A waiter comes up to the table, waiting patiently for your answer.

You go to ask for the check but Bakugou interrupts you. “Actually, can we have a few minutes?”

You stare at him in annoyance as the waiter nods and walks to a different table.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why do you suddenly feel the need to apologize?” You murmur, going back to picking at your appetizer.

“I always felt the need to apologize. I regretted everything that happened, the second it happened.” He muttered, calling the waiter over to order.

You eyed your plate as he ordered for himself, only glancing at him when he motioned for you to order.

“I’m fine.” You muttered, smiling softly when you heard him order your favorite dish.

“You remember?” He stares at you before reaching for the glass of wine that was near him.

“Of course I do, it’d be hard to forget after that stunt you pulled.” He mumbled into the glass, chuckling when all you did was roll your eyes.

“Babe!” You banged softly on your boyfriend’s door, smiling innocently when he swung it open with eyes full of anger.

“It’s nearly midnight, what the fuck do you want?” He grumbled out, trying his hardest not to yell in the middle of the night.

“I’m hungry.” Your wide-eyed expression made it hard for him to stay mad at you, so he simply grunted and walked back into his room.

“You couldn’t go into the kitchen yourself?”

“I want pasta!” You exclaimed, rushing inside his room and sitting next to him on his bed.

“There’s left-over pasta in the fridge.” He laid back, closing his eyes as you started tugging on his arm.

“But it’s not shrimp pasta!” You whined, tugging a bit harder on his arm as you stood up with him following you.

You walked over to the elevator with his arm around your waist, his face snuggling into your neck. You giggled as you both stepped onto the elevator.

“I think I like it when you're sleepy, you're a lot more cuddly.” He tickled your sides, muttering a shut up before you felt him lean more into you.

“Might wake you up in the middle of the night more often.” You felt as the elevator came to a stop, waiting for the doors to open.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Walking over to the kitchen was kind of difficult, seeing as Bakugou decided to make you basically carry him there.

“Maybe I won’t.” You grunted as you softly pushed him off you, pulling out everything you knew he would need out.

“Can’t believe you woke me up to make you pasta.” He rubbed his eyes, stretching and yawning to wake himself up.

“Make us pasta, it’s gonna be like a date!” You exclaimed with your hands in the air, sitting on the stools as he moved towards the ingredients.

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t do this shit again.” He began chopping everything, moving so fast you could barely see what was going on.

“Or what? You’ll cuddle me to death?” You stuck your tongue out at him, smiling softly when he did the same.

You guys made small talk while waiting for the food to arrive before bringing up the topic you both wanted to discuss.

“Thank you.” You waited for the waiter to leave before you brought it up first.

“Did being number one hero really mean more to you than our relationship?” You whispered, tapping your fingers on your glass of wine as you put your fork down.

He bit his lip as he debated on what to say, not wanting you to storm out like the last time you two talked.

“I mean, I thought being the number one hero was the only thing that mattered back then. What can I say? I was a stupid eighteen year old boy who didn’t know anything.” He grabbed his own glass and drank from it, glancing at you to wait for your reaction.

“Back then?” Tilting your head, you stared at him in confusion.

“If I could go back and change everything, I would do it in a heartbeat.”

“Even if it meant you’d never-?”

“Even if.”

You both sat in silence, as you tried to understand what his words meant, and after a few moments you spoke up confidently.

“Well, I wouldn’t.” He stared at you, stunned that that was your response.

“What?”

“I wouldn’t change anything that happened.” You simply stated, continuing to eat your pasta.

“Are you going to explain?” He looked bewildered, his food long forgotten.

“What’s there to explain?” You joked, grinning when all he did was glare at you.

“Breaking up, it made us into who we are today. I learned a lot from it. I learned things that I probably wouldn’t have if we had stayed together. For example, I learned how to put myself first. I realized that for our entire relationship, I would put you before myself in situations where I needed to put myself first. I don’t blame you for it at all, but the love I had for you blinded me sometimes.” Everything came out at once, and it hurt you to see his pained expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Had?”

“What?”

“You said, ‘the love you had for me’.” You chuckled at his words, biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing out loud.

“That’s all you got from what I said?”

“Obviously not, but I guess a part of me hoped you still had some sort of feelings. I guess I shouldn’t have since you are going out on blind dates but so am I and I’m still in love with you-”

“Katsuki!” You chuckled again, cutting off his ramblings. “Have you been spending time with Midoriya?”

“No...”

“Uh-huh, sure. Anyway, I guess I said it because I don’t really know you anymore. You’re not the same person who you used to be, the same person I used to love.” The hurt expression on his face made you rush to explain yourself.

“You’ve changed for the better, Katsuki. I can tell that much, but it’s hard to know if you still love the same person after not speaking to them for nearly ten years. And I’ve changed too, we can’t be sure if we still feel the same way we used to if we’re not the people we used to be.”

Staring into each other’s eyes, you waited for him to say something, heart beating quickly.

He reached over to lay his hand on top of your hand that sat on the table, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Well then, let’s take the time to find out. I’m not letting you walk out of my life a second time.”

You opened your door, head tilting in confusion when you saw the path of rose petals.

“Babe?” You called out to your boyfriend, following the petals out of curiosity.

“What’s this?” You mumble to yourself, bending down to pick up the sheet of paper from the floor.

You smile as you carefully dust off the picture, thinking back to the memory the picture held.

“Come on ‘Suki, I just wanna make sure the puppy’s okay!” You whispered yelled, huffing out in frustration when he stopped you yet again from exiting the dorms.

“I told you to stop calling me that and it’s pouring rain outside, you’ll get sick if yo-”

Before he could finish, you charged at him, making him stumble as he tried to stop both of you from falling.

“What are you crazy!” He began yelling before you shushed him with your hands over his mouth, running past him and out the doors when you noticed you took him by surprise.

When managed to sneak out the gates without being caught, stopping to catch your breath when you realized you were near the alley you saw the puppy in.

“You’re a brat you know that?” You jump at the sound of Bakugou’s voice, turning to see him hold an umbrella over the both of you.

Instead of replying, you smiled at him and began walking, hearing him scoff at you as he followed.

You hear a whimper 5 minutes later, coming from the same alley you remember seeing the puppy.

“Oh no, baby.” You call out, seeing the scared animal drenched and alone. You carefully walk over to it, stretching out your arm so it could sniff your hand.

You frown as it whimpers again, scuffling away from you.

“It’s okay buddy, I’m not gonna hurt you.” You whisper, slowly moving towards it. Once you were close enough, you moved to grab it.

“Don’t grab it with your hands, it’s all wet!” Bakugou whispered loudly, hitting you on the head with a towel.

“You don’t have to hit me!” You whine, grabbing the towel and wrapping the baby dog in it, drying it off as best as you could. You pull the towel away from the puppy, frowning at how soaked it was.

You shrug as you go to grab the puppy with your bare hands again, feeling a softer material hit you on the back of the head again.

You decide to ignore him, taking the blanket and wrapping the puppy up. You stand fully with the small creature in your hand, turning towards Bakugou and smiling enthusiastically.

“It’s like a baby burrito!” You force him to take a picture of you with your new pet, smiling widely at the camera.

“I still can’t believe Aizawa made me take it to the shelter.” You grumble out, absentmindedly flipping the picture to see writing on the back.

This was the day I accepted that what I felt for you wasn’t just platonic.

You continued your search, following the petals that you realized were leading you towards your backyard.

You bend down again to pick up another photo, frowning when you see the picture was of you with the rest of your friends, holding up your provisional licenses with giant smiles on your face.

“What...” You whisper, turning the photo around to read the back.

Later that day, you held me in your arms as I cried to you about all my mistakes and fuck ups. You comforted me and always made sure I was okay. That was when I knew I loved you.

“Babe?” You called out softly, knocking gently on the door as to not wake everyone else up. “I know you’re up, I saw when you left with Midoriya and came back. Come on, open up.”

You heard the faint sound of the lock unlocking. You twist the door knob gently, pushing the door open as you try your best to be quiet.

Closing the door behind you as quietly as you could, you take the time to look at your boyfriend.

You rush over to him as you see the bandages on his face, taking it into your hands carefully. “What happened to you?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” He grunts slightly as he attempts to move himself back, away from your touch.

You watch as he tries to blink away tears that begin to form in his eyes, rubbing his eyes in frustration.

“Hey.” You whisper, grabbing his wrist to stop him from furiously wiping at his face.

“Don’t-” His voice cracked, causing him to cover his face with his arms. “Don’t look at me, not like this.”

With your heart breaking, you gently pulled at his wrist yet again and forced him to look at you.

“You don’t have to hide from me. I don’t care if we’ve only been together for a couple weeks, you don’t have to bottle up your emotions when you’re with me.”

You both stared at each other in complete silence for a while until you decided to lay down on his bed and pull him down next to you.

You laid his head on your chest and caressed his hair, not saying anything when you felt your shirt dampen.

“It’s my fault.” You held him tighter as he began to sob quietly, letting him cling onto you. “It’s my fault All Might had to retire.”

“Baby, no.” You gently pushed him to sit up as you sat up yourself.

You held his face in your hands as you forced him to look at you yet again and listen to what you had to say. “All Might having to retire is in no way your fault.”

It pained you to see him like this, eyes bloodshot red as tears spilled down his face. His eyes are full of guilt and regret, along with shame for letting you see him like this.

“If I wasn’t so weak and let myself get captured-”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t say that, don’t say you were weak for getting captured.”

“But I am-”

“First, you didn’t let yourself get captured. You were kidnapped, taken against your will and held captive for days. Second, you are not weak. You are strong and you fought ‘til the very last second to escape.”

You kissed him softly, pecking his lips after and resting your forehead on his.

“You can’t say I’m not weak when I’m crying my eyes out.”

This caused you to brush your lips against eyelids as his eyes fluttered close and he leaned into your touch.

“You’re one of the strongest people I know, but that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to cry.”

By the time you made it to the end of the petal path, you had picked up ten different photographs that captured memories of different stages of your relationship.

You glanced up to see Bakugou standing in a tux, holding a bouquet of roses and one last photograph.

You walked to him and took them from him feeling your eyes water when you saw the picture you took the day before he broke up with you.

You turn the picture to look at the back, frowning when you see nothing written there.

“What is this?” You ask him as you let your hand fall down, confusion clear in your voice.

Glancing at him, you gasp when you see him kneeling down on one knee.

“Letting you go was the biggest mistake I ever made in my entire life. I let go of the person who taught me what it meant to love. Even though I’m not the same person who lost you, I always knew I was meant to spend the rest of my life with you creating memories. So, will you marry me?”

“You… want me to marry you?”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the whole point of all this-”

You throw your arms around him, knocking both of you to the ground as you kissed him deeply.

“Yes.”

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redhoodieone · 4 years ago

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Hate You More

A new fic that I was inspired to write! There will be a Part 2 since this is going to get VERY smutty. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: Language. Mentions a little smut.

I’m a princess. Well, a “bit” of a princess. But that’s not exactly my fault. I’m an only child. My mom and dad always wanted one kid and once they had me they were happy...until they divorced when I was eight-years-old and my dad left somewhere far away. Ever since then, it was always just me and mom, which was never a bad thing.

We were close and got along just fine. Every weekend was our Nicholas Sparks movie marathons on the couch, eating a shit ton of strawberry ice cream straight from the carton, and painting each other’s nails and having her braid my hair and tell me stories of when I was little.

Everything was perfect with just me and my mom...until she married him.

Bruce Wayne.

I never thought my mom would ever want to remarry but Bruce somehow stole her heart and made her fall in love with him.

I didn’t want to blame her for being so stupid for marrying him. I mean, Bruce did treat my mom right. I just hated him so much for convincing my mom to move us into his mansion.

So far away from my first home.

But I know he really loves her, despite being known as a billionaire playboy, womanizing, man whore. After three years into their marriage, I noticed he really cared about me and treated me like his daughter; certainly overprotective and reminding me if I ever needed anything to always go to him.

He even helped me get into GCU. With his help, I’m now into my second year. He’s really proud that I’m a responsible, twenty-one year old college student, and that makes me feel good.

But it hasn’t always been perfect with Bruce. Not only did I get a stepdad, but I got THREE asshole stepbrothers: Dick, Jason, and Tim. They’re the boys Bruce adopted.

Dick wasn’t exactly an asshole. He’s twenty-five years old and he’s always in and out of the mansion. He’s a party animal and I rarely see him unless he’s home for Sunday dinners and for Alfred to do his laundry.

Tim is tolerable. He’s always kind to me, but he’s also a shy and awkward fourteen-year-old. He’s seriously a nerd and he’s becoming an addict to coffee and always being on his computer. But he doesn’t bother me at all.

Not like Jason Fucking Todd.

He’s twenty-one years old and is a complete lazy ass who mooches on everyone.

I honestly hated him the second I met Jason. The second my mom and I moved into the mansion, I had set down backpack on the kitchen counter so I could remove my sweater and throw away the empty bag of fried fast food I had for lunch. The moment I turned around, Jason had jumped up to sit on the kitchen counter and had the nerve to pick up my backpack and throw it to the floor.

“Oops! Your shit was in my spot.”

I had my fucking cell phone, laptop, and picture frames of my family in there.

And that’s how it all started. Jason made it very clear he hates me and I refuse to back down and be nice to him. I mean, the fucking asshole has zero respect for me anyways. All he does is drink, eat all the food, and bring bar sluts home to fuck loudly in his bedroom which is right NEXT DOOR TO MINE!!!

All night and early in the mornings. All I can hear is Jason’s headboard slamming repeatedly against the wall and his bimbos screaming, “Oh God! Right there, Jay! Oh my God, HARDER!”

Seeing him afterwards is worse though. I could be walking to the bathroom or the kitchen and he’d just happen to come by to use the bathroom too, or get a drink of water...only using a sheet that’s wrapped around his waist!

He’d fucking smirk at me and I would try so hard to not look down at his big bulge and thick hard on.

Jason is my stepbrother...only my stepbrother, I constantly remind myself.

But Jason is also an asshole. He may look sexy and taste delicious but his one unattractive flaw is his behavior.

And I’m not one to sit back and let assholes walk all over me. I do get back at Jason quite a bit; enough to piss him off.

Today is one of the days I decide to have a big appetite. After my shower, I run downstairs only wearing my comfy pajama short shorts and a black tank top. I remember Dick is at his own apartment and Alfred is away in London on “holiday” as he calls it. Entering the kitchen, I see Mom making breakfast for us: pancakes, bacon, and sausage.

Bruce is sitting at the kitchen table, drinking his coffee and reading on his cellphone. Tim is drinking a cup of coffee (maybe 5th refill?) and eating pancakes and some sausage.

“Good morning,” I say to all of them.

“Good morning sweetie,” Mom replies with such a warm motherly smile.

Bruce grins at me. “Good morning, Y/N.”

All Tim does is nod his head to me and continues to eat.

“I’m starving,” I say and already fill my plate with two pancakes and some bacon and sausage as well.

I take a seat next to Tim and dig in. Ace, Bruce’s dog moves closer to my feet and looks up at me for some food. Fucking puppy dog eyes...I sneak a few pieces of bacon to him.

Mom eventually sits down with hers and Bruce’s plate. He smiles lovingly at her and the two kiss.

It’s a calming morning. Everyone’s eating and just enjoying the silence...until the asshole comes into the kitchen.

Jason literally has no shame. He comes in only wearing his black boxers and has very cute bed head. Stop it, Y/N. He’s completely shirtless. Not even acknowledging he’s in the kitchen, Jason quickly makes a plate for himself which he only puts three pancakes and like two handful sizes of bacon.

I silently growl and tighten my hand around my fork as I’m stuck looking at his bare, muscular upper body. His arms look strong. He’s just...all muscle. All man.

But then I remember he’s a fucking asshole and I hate him.

As if he can feel my eyes on him, Jason quickly glances at me and smirks. He actually fucking flexes his muscles for me.

I immediately look down because I just know my cheeks are red like tomatoes. God, does he have to be so attractive???

“Good morning, princess,” Jason taunts me, after greeting everyone else, obviously. He sits directly in front of me with that shit eating grin. “Did you sleep well last night?”

I glare at him. Fuck him. “Yeah, I did. You know very well that I can’t sleep peacefully unless you bring a whore home and fuck her until she’s blue in the face, Jason. I mean, when it’s so quiet at night, I just can’t fall asleep! It’s impossible! It’s like I HAVE to hear you fuck just to go to sleep!” I say sarcastically.

“So, you do listen to me when I fuck my girls, huh? Is your sex life nonexistent that you have to get yourself off on others who actually get off?” Jason jokes and shoves a piece of bacon in his mouth. “That’s pretty pathetic, even for you, Y/N. At least Tiny Tim here watches internet porn. Maybe you should start getting yourself off with that instead of listening to me fuck.”

“Jason...” Bruce warns. “Don’t even start this morning.”

“Start what? I’m not even doing anything,” Jason says. He raises an eyebrow at me and keeps that fucking smirk on his face.

“Leave Y/N alone, Jason,” Tim butts in.

“Quiet Timbers. Let the princess tell me off. I love it when she gets all red and pissed off.”

My mom glances at me with a serious look, too. Why is she giving me that look when I didn’t even do anything?!

“Aw, there’s sausage?! I didn’t know there was sausage up there!” Jason whines. His eyes dart from my plate over to my mom and Bruce.

“I actually served the last few pieces to Bruce. I’m sorry, Jason,” my mom apologizes. She frowns and looks down at hers and Bruce’s empty plates.

“That’s all right. I see there’s still five uneaten sausages on Y/N’s plate,” Jason says and smirks at me. He looks down at my plate and back up at me. “You’re not going to eat them, are you princess? Because if not, I want them.”

He’s fucking teasing me. Jason is mocking me with those green eyes and that fucking smile that wets every girl’s panties. It’s like he actually believes he’s going to get away with this. He really thinks he’s going to get what he wants. Jason slowly reaches a hand towards my plate to get my sausages.

I want to burst his cocky bubble in front of everyone.

“Actually...I’m going to give them to the dog. And by dog, I mean Ace,” I say, quickly grabbing all the sausages in my hand and feed them to Ace under the table. “You see, I don’t feed dirty dogs like you. Ace is a clean, loyal, and sweet dog. You on the other hand are a dirty, disgusting, slut who fucks anything with a hole.”

My sudden outburst startles everyone at the table. I see everyone’s wide eyes and open mouths hanging in shock at me.

Jason chuckles lowly. His eyes are full of anger and hatred for me. “What did you just say to me?” he asks.

“You heard me,” I reply with the same tone. “Unless you lost your hearing due to all the screaming from the banshee skank you brought home last night from only God knows where.”

“You know, you’re starting to sound like a jealous bitch. For someone who has claimed to hate me and not want anything to do with me on multiple occasions, you seem to be really obsessed about my sex life,”

“Oh please, don’t flatter yourself,”

“Y/N stop,” my mom says.

“You think I’m flattering myself?! I’m not the one who always checks myself out! You know, I always see you staring at me right?! If anything, you’re flattered by me!” Jason snaps.

“ENOUGH!!!” Bruce shouts.

We’re all silent but Jason and I continue to stare each other down.

“I’ve had enough of the two of you fighting! It’s old and it’s seriously ridiculous. It needs to end now. Your mother and I are going to leave for Spain tonight, and I don’t want to hear anything bad about the two of you while we’re gone. Now, apologize to each other,” Bruce says.

“Apologize to the princess? For what?! She’s a fucking bitch, who’s always bitching, and she’s basically the biggest bitch who ever bitched!” Jason yells. “She should apologize to me!”

“If I’m a fucking bitch then that makes you the biggest asshole here! You’re literally the most disgusting, disrespectful, lazy ass guy I have ever met! You have NO respect for anyone who lives here! Why should I fucking apologize to you?! All you do is drink, eat all the food, and bring random whores to our house and force us all to listen to you have sex!” I yell back.

“Our house? You think this is your house, too? I hate to burst your “bitching bubble” sweetheart, but this isn’t your house! You’re extra baggage that had to be dragged here! Your mom was wanted here; not you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re not even family!” Jason yells louder than before.

My bottom lip trembles uncontrollably. I feel tears running down my cheeks. I need to get out of here before I completely break down in front of Jason.

“You’re such a fucking asshole, Jason!” I choke out.

I quickly jump out of my seat and run up the stairs. After I slam my bedroom door, I throw myself down onto my bed and cry. I can even hear Bruce screaming his head off and tearing Jason a new one.

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I wake up to an empty stomach. Rolling over onto my back, I rub my eyes and yawn. It’s dark in my bedroom; indicating it’s already nighttime. I reach for my cellphone on my nightstand and see it’s already eight o’clock.

I must have been really exhausted to have slept the day away. Those days usually happen after I cry a lot and feel like shit.

Mom and Bruce are probably already gone. Their Spain trip is only for the weekend. I’m seriously glad about that since I don’t know how I’m going to get through the weekend with Jason still around.

Maybe if I’m lucky he’s already at the bar and picking up skanks. That means I have time to eat and a few hours of silence for myself.

I decide to go downstairs and I instantly notice all the lights are off except for the kitchen light. Slowly stepping into the kitchen, I see it’s empty and that there’s a big box of pizza and two drinks; a bottle of beer and a glass of orange juice with the bottle of Vodka next to it.

Raising an eyebrow in question, I look around to see who did this. Noticing the back sliding door is open, I walk over slowly to peek out.

Jason.

On the phone and sitting at the patio table.

He doesn’t see me but I can hear him clearly.

“Do you think she’ll really like it?”

#dc comics #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd #batman

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lorelexi · 4 years ago

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IHGVIYGVIGHVIGYV!!! REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN, I SCREAM Anywayyyyyy, could you maybe do a hc with Tsukishima, Suga, Kuroo and Bokuto finding out there s/o is afraid of thunderstorms 🥺 and just a bunch of fluff? Tyyyyyy~

A/N: aaaa I'm sorry this took a little long but I hope you like it omg! I had fun writing these sweet boys 🤧💖 I got a little carried away at some parts 😳 can you tell who my faves are? Oops. Haha anyways enjoy, my love!! Thanks for requesting

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Tsukki

You're probably walking home with him while its raining

As you walk the rain starts coming down harder and harder and your anxiety increases, having an idea of what may come

You reach Tsukishima's house first and he suggests you wait it out there until the rain lets up before going home

You're grateful to be inside somewhere at least but you wished you could be at home and hide

Tsukki baby leads you up to his room with warm drinks in hand and gets comfy on his bed, patting the space next to him

You crawl next to him and pull the blanket over your legs, taking your drink from him

You listen to the rain and almost start to think that it might be okay and then you see a bright flash and you know what's coming

A loud clap of thunder rings in your ears and you jump nearly spilling your drink

You immediately place it on tsukki's desk with trembling hands and try to calm down but before you can even do that you hear it again

By now Tsukki's realized whats going on

Your eyes are shut tight when he pulls you into his arms and places his headphones over your ears

"It's okay, you're safe"

You clutch onto him harder and he helps you slowly relax until the storm clears up

He's babie and he was rlly worried abt you 🥺

Lots of cuddles and kisses after

Suga

This mans 🥺

He actually remembers hearing you offhandely mention something abt being afraid of storms to a friend of yours once

You weren't aware that he knew so yoh were a little surprised when he was already taking precautions to distract you almost as soon as it started raining

Suggests you watch a movie and literally has the volume up so loud 🤦🏻‍♀️

You're already rlly comfy cuddling into him but you can't help but feel anxious thinking abt the thunder you may hear

And so when you hear it you clutch onto him harder and bury your face into the sweater he's wearing

He immediately takes notice and hugs you closer running his fingers along your back

Does his best to distract you and comfort you

Whispers rlly sweet things abt how he won't let anything hurt you and that you're safe in his arms 🥺💖

"I have you, my love, you'll be okay "

When the storms over you reward him with rlly sweet kisses and tell him how much you love him

10/10 sweetest bf would reccommend

Kuroo

Homeboy literally finds you hiding in your closet or something trying to block out the sound as much as possible

His heart breaks when he sees you trembling with your hands covering your ears

"Oh babe."

He sits down next to you and pulls you into his arms

Doesn't rlly know what he's doing but he's trying his best

You hesitantly remove your hands from your ears to wrap them around him tightly

He squeezes you and presses soft kisses to the side of your head/face

"I know baby, I know you're scared, it's okay I've got you. Just try to breathe for me okay? It'll be over soon and I'll be with you until it is."

He knows it's not exactly the same but he's had to bring kenma down from an anxiety attack before so he tries to find his way to help you using that knowledge

You appreciate him so much he's such a big sweetheart

Even after the storm is over he just wants to make sure that you're really okay and will keep you close to him and cuddle you until you're not so shaken up anymore

He loves you sm and just wants to make sure you're okay 😭🤧💖

Bokuto

Our baby rlly doesn't have any idea what to do honestly at first

You're on the couch with him watching a movie and when you hear the first clap of thunder after the rain had started you jumped and your hands and breath became shaky

Bo looks at you with worried eyes and asks if you're okay

"Uh y-yeah I'm just kind of scared of thunder"

His eyes soften and his face goes :o

"How can I help!!?" He's super eager to find out what he can do for you, he doesn't wanna just let you handle it alone!

Before you can respond the thunder shakes the house again and you basically throw yourself into his arms and bury your face into his hoodie

He'll hold you tight and press his face to your neck, using his hand to cradle your head 🤧

Is really sweet about it, and reassures you that he's there and that it'll be over soon

10/10 tucks you into bed after the storm dies down and brings you tea or something and cuddles you until you fall asleep 💖

#tsukishima x reader #suga x reader #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! fanfiction #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #bokuto kotaro #tsukishima kei #kuroo tetsuro #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi #ibbwrites

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losebetter · 4 years ago

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Hey! Not sure if you're still in the P5 Fandom, but I found a war on foxes and fell in love. If you weren't planning on continuing it, can I ask what you had planned for it?

oh! that’s fun for me -- i’m not really in any fandom at the moment, but i tend to drift all over and leave little messes of writing as i get into things. :D WotF is actually something i’d love to continue someday - i had about 10k of it written - but it’s one of those things where i just got too in my head about whether parts of it made sense, so like... it’s been rotting on my hard drive for years. oops. i’m so glad you’ve enjoyed what’s there!!

tbh it was just gonna be some soft character study and ensemble fic with shukita talkin’ through stuff, so basically a lot of what already exists... actually here, let me just give you part of a scene! maybe it’ll motivate me to finish it someday if i know someone has read past what i’ve published. :,D

if what you liked about the published stuff was Weird Teens, here’s a little more of that...?

When Yusuke arrives at their hideout the next day, Akira still isn't present, which kicks up a whole new series of pesky anxieties, his heart thudding nervously in his chest. He sets down his portfolio with an awkward wave to his companions, leaning it up against a wall and turning around to rest beside it with a quiet sigh.

He's fishing out his phone, mindful of the conversation already going on, but he looks up when he hears Ann tutting.

"That sounded rough," she says to him, slim eyebrows drawn in sympathy. "You okay, Yusuke?"

Embarrassed to have caught her attention, Yusuke pulls his hair nervously behind his ear. "I'm alright," he answers. He tries a small smile, but he can feel his brows still pinched in the middle, and gives it up as a lost cause. "Thank you, Ann. I just… had a long night."

"What," Ryuji interrupts, leaning into his space, "you?"

"I - yes?" Yusuke fights down a blush, suddenly faced with the reality of having to lie about exactly what had kept him up. "I was working on a painting for class last night. I - I was focused, and it was well past midnight when I had finally thought to check the time."

That's a believable enough tale, right? God, he suddenly has no idea. He hopes so.

It's apparently enough for Ryuji, who lets out a theatrical sigh so heavy it sinks his shoulders. "Maaaan. It sounded all mysterious until you said it was for school. How can you work on homework for that long?"

Yusuke feels trapped, unsure if he's supported his lie well enough, but thankfully Makoto steps in to rescue him before he accidentally oversells it.

"Some of us do value our studies, Ryuji," she says, turning a smile Yusuke's way that's only slightly uneasy. She has nothing to worry about - given that she's the newest member of the group, Yusuke happens to think she fits in better than he does.

"Yeah!" Ann chirps, always game to jump in and make fun of him. She twirls a loose piece of her hair where it falls over her shoulder. "I mean… doesn't it sound cooler than homework, anyway? Painting in a studio by moonlight, and all."

Yusuke reaches for the back of his neck, uncomfortable. "I have regular homework too, you know…" Homework he'd been steadfastly ignoring last night, in favor of rereading his message history with Akira until he'd had his words memorized.

We were so close on the train it was driving me crazy

i couldnt stop staring at your collarbones. You had raindrops on your throat and i wanted to lick them off so bad, i swear i almost did

"B - besides," he adds, trying to push the thoughts from his mind, "I can't help but be somewhat envious of you all, going to the same school and getting to see one another every day."

Yusuke?

Shit Yusuke im really sorry

Did you fall asleep…?

Yusuke?

"Akira!" Ryuji shouts, and Yusuke flinches from the force of his split-second fear that Ryuji can somehow read his mind -

But when he looks up, their fearless leader is jogging toward them, shoulderbag supported with one hand (as to not jostle Morgana) and a small package in the other. He slows a few feet away from their spot and waves, looking a little out of breath.

"Heya," Ryuji greets with a matching wave - Yusuke sees Makoto adjust her hair and stand a little straighter, and wonders about that: her deference to Akira as a leader even outside of the Metaverse, despite his age.

Akira doesn't notice, smiling sheepishly at all of them. "Hi guys. Sorry I'm late, Boss wouldn't let me leave until I - "

He doesn't continue, oddly enough, but his ears do go a fetching shade of red. What happens next may well have happened in slow motion, for how intently Yusuke watches it:

Ryuji gestures to Akira's hand and asks, what's that? at the same time Akira seems to realize he's still holding whatever the package is - and whatever it is, it makes the pale skin under his glasses glow with a rosy blush that can't be explained by his exertion.

As if on instinct, he reaches around to stuff the offending object into his bag, but that only makes Morgana splutter as his only air hole is covered up - and just as Ryuji steps closer, a shark with blood in the water, Morgana's high-pitched voice complains, watch it! and the little box comes sailing back out of the bag in a delicate arc, directly into Ryuji's waiting hands.

Akira looks betrayed, but he hasn't moved a muscle, completely frozen with his hand next to his bag - and he doesn't move until Ryuji's whooping abruptly halts, a lull in surrounding conversations allowing Yusuke to hear with perfect clarity when he blurts, "dude, are these condoms?"

Everything returns to speed at once, Akira flushed to the roots of his hair as he staggers into motion, reaching for the box. "Oh my god," he seethes, "Ryuji, shut up."

"There's no way - " Ann starts, then her eyes widen. "No wait, they totally - Akira, oh my god - "

"Stop!" he shrieks, looking humiliated, and Yusuke dodges away from his flailing arm as Ryuji dances away from it on his other side. "Ryuji - "

"Why do you have those?" Makoto asks - she sounds a little impressed, actually.

"Boss," Akira says, and grunts with another lunge that Ryuji crashes into Ann to avoid. "Shit, sorry - Sojiro stopped me on my way out and - Ryuji, seriously - wouldn't let me leave until I took 'em!"

"How big are they?" Ryuji asks, smug grin so wide Yusuke can see his canines.

"Who cares!" Akira whines, stopping for a moment to reorient - his hands curl into fists at his sides, upsetting his short coattails. "I'm gonna blow 'em up like balloons and tie 'em to you until you float away, I swear to - "

"Why would he," Yusuke starts, at the same time Ryuji looks up from the packaging and says, all of a sudden deathly serious, "wait, did you have a girl in your room, Akira?" and the rest of Yusuke's question dies in his throat.

If Sojiro thought - if Akira —

"Mercy," Yusuke breathes.

Ann seems to have noticed his reaction, her eyes calculating, and he watches with horror as she puts the pieces together when Akira whines, "no, idiot, the last person in my room was Yusuke - "

#shukita #ask #keepleaves #bark #bark: writing #someday i gotta go through and just publish all the stuff i have #even if it's not finished. lol #anyway ty again for the ask!!#hope this is sort of something u wanted

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b-yeonder · 4 years ago

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Hey are the requests open? If so, can you do a a-z nsfw for Lucifer? If they're not open then please ignore this. Anyways, I love your writing and I'm looking forward to more 😊😊😊

I’ve never done one of these before so I hope it’s okay. Also I struggle to take anything seriously so of course there’s gonna be some dumb shit in here. Anyway, hope you enjoy and thank you so much!

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of murder

NSFW A-Z: LUCIFER

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Lucifer can be rough - he's known to be a sadist after all but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to look after you once he's had his way. Softens his voice, asks if you're okay, if there's anything you need. Will clean you up and praise you for how well you did. If it's him needing the aftercare, he's very quiet, playing over what just happened. Appreciates a drink and gentle caresses to bring him back down to earth

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think that Lucifer has quite a lot of insecurities - being told you're perfect all the time can make you dwell more on your flaws (or what you deem to be flaws.) But one thing he does like is his eyes. He knows he can make you lose yourself in his eyes with a single look. One look from across the room and he can have you begging for him within moments.On you he loves your hands. He doesn't let many people get close, let alone touch him, but your hands can ease his pains and make him feel loved. Massages, caresses, the way you hold his head against your chest at night, or the way you grip his cock so eagerly once he's riled you up. Also ties into a little somethin' I'll mention below in the D section eh ehhhh. (Oh and your mouth is a close second. (And not just because you called him baby boy once and had him malfunctioning for a whole hour.))

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Lucifer doesn't like the thought of cleaning up, so prefers to cum inside you - it's his main way of showing that you're his. But accidents happen and there have been times he's slipped out at the last minute and coated the skin of your stomach/back and for a moment he found himself admiring it - like a new way of marking you as his. Oh he also likes painting your tongue with his cum too because watching you swallow it makes his pride bl o s s o m.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dirty to him anyway - he actually likes submitting to you. (Once you two are quite established.) Shock horror! But you're the only one he trusts to completely let loose with, and sometimes when you have this much pressure on you it's nice to let someone else take control. BE HONOURED. OH and the hand thing. He will fucking worship your digits. Kiss 'em, suck 'em, nuzzle 'em. OOF.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's been around for a long time, so it goes without saying he's had plenty of experience. He's well versed in the basics and is quick to pick up on every little thing you like to use against you (in the best way possible).

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Likes being able to see your face, to watch every little sound escape your lips, every little sign of pleasure. Feeds off of it. But is not averse to shoving you face first into the mattress and fucking you senseless until you can barely utter a word. So y'know depends on his mood really.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious. But dumb shit can happen during sex and even the Mighty First is not immune to this. Will laugh stuff off and get things quickly back on track by muttering naughty things in that delicious voice of his. If you insist on being jokey he'll insist on making it so you can't do anything but moan ;)

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's a busy guy, but he makes sure to always be groomed. This does mean that things get on top of him and well...don't blame the overworked tired bean if he gets a little unruly down there sometimes, okay?

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's almost always quietly praising/encouraging you - in between the teasing of course.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He's a stressed mess, he needs to release his frustrations somehow. Does it less so since you came along, and honestly didn't masturbate too often before, but when he does it's a scene. He takes his time, making sure to work up to a glorious finish so that he can truly relax afterwards.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Probably has a Sir or Daddy kink. Kinda likes choking you as well. One time your hand slipped from his chest to his throat without you thinking and that's when he realised he kinda likes being choked too oii oiiii.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His freakin' giant glorious bed because he's old and has back pain. Also bending you over his desk after rather troublesome days works too.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You teasing him throughout the day. "MC you're eating that corn too sexually I'm going to have to teach you a lesson later." "Did you just call me mum? I don't care if it's an accident, I'm going to have to punish you later." "Did you just breathe? That's it, you asked for it." In all seriousness he rarely shows his want for you on the outside, but inside he'll be raring to ravage you. Depends on the day - one day you could have him popping a boner simply by rubbing your foot against his calf. The next, stripping naked and grinding on his face might not even make him blink.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

"Roleplay as Satan for me, Lucifer." You're probably dead before you even finish speaking those words, sorry I don't make the rules. (Oh wait I kinda do right now oops.)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers to give as he likes having the power over you to make you come completely undone. Can feel a little vulnerable receiving - maybe he got bitten by a devious ex lover, who knows, but once you get going and his confidence with you grows he likes nothing more than grabbing the back of your head and urging you to take more of him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be both. Fast and rough are his go-to, and when he does go slow, his thrusts are still usually on the harder side.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He loves taking his time with you, as he likes driving you crazy for him but if the mood calls for it he has no issues with bending you over his desk and taking you right then and there. Will probably take extra care of you next time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Damn straight he's down to experiment. Is curious to see how far both of you can go and what you're willing to do.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Only one round, his back hurts too much. I'm kidding, he can go a few rounds, and can last a long time. There have been a couple occasions he's cum rather fast - either when drunk, or it's been a while since the last time. Gets very embarrassed over it but knows it's natural and happens sometimes. (That’s not the norm though, he promises.)

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He got a bit crazy when you came along. Anything you like the sound of, he has. Already had blindfolds and things to bind you with - rope, ribbons, string cheese, you name it. But now you're here he has a whole collection of toys to tease you with. Even has a favourite vibrator he loves to leave strapped to your thigh so you can't get away from it. Ah, good times.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Biiitch. BIiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch. This monster is the biggest tease. "Hm...I'm not sure you deserve my cock today, MC. Now now, begging will get you nowhere." (It probably will eventually, just saying. ...Maybe.) He'll leave you on read for days but magically turn up just as you're about to pleasure yourself like "nuhuh bitch, not today."

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Fairly quiet - any sounds he does make are low in his throat, deep. Loses control closer to reaching his climax - gets breathier, speaks a little louder and noises are more frequent. Buuut once he did manage to wake up everyone in the house but that was because you'd been teasing him all day, you hadn’t slept together in like a week, and he'd been drinking and-- the list of excuses go on.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Was once convinced to try out women's underwear once after a conversation with Asmo and was pleasantly surprised by how nice his ass looked. Will never EVER tell anyone this though, not even you and shit I shouldn't even be writing this he's probably gonna-- Oh heyyy Lucifer, nothing to see here I was jus--*gurrKH*

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Decent length, decent thickness. Just enough to take a bit of work to fit in but not too much that it's uncomfortable, y'know?

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not very high, definitely not above average. Can definitely go without, but his mind might wander.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends how tired he is, and how much is on his mind. You'll probably be the one to fall asleep first most of the time, which is great because he's good at giving after-sex cuddles. Plus your steady breathing makes it easier for him to sleep as well so...win win?

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spooderboyandtincan · 4 years ago

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Peter and Bucky are the only ones left at headquarters. They are both injured from the last mission, and Tony and Steve won't let them go on the new on. Peter has a panic attack, and Bucky helps him. After Peter is okay they start talking, and become friends.(have a nice day!! you don't have to write this if you don't want to.)

Thank you anon! 💖💗💝 I hope you have a nice day too!

TW: Mentions of blood, panic attacks

~~~~~

“Mr. Stark, please,” Peter begged, his puppy eyes widening innocently. “I’ll stay on the border! I’ll just help with the civilians! It’ll be fine!”

Tony shook his head firmly. “I’m sorry, kiddo. You’re too hurt, baby. You’ve know I’ve got a weak heart, I can’t take any more scares this week.”

Peter sighed in defeat and leaned against his side. Tony hugged him close. “Don’t worry, kiddo, I’ll be back before you know it.” He smiled softly.

“Stay safe, Mr. Stark. You’re not allowed to get hurt,” Peter muttered. “Promise?”

Tony kissed his curls gently. “I promise, Petey. Don’t worry.”

The man stood and carefully helped his kid to his feet. Peter walked with a noticeable limp from his injury. He hated seeing the flashes of pain lighting the boy’s face.

“You okay, kid?” Sam asked. The few people in the room looked up.

Nat stood and walked toward Peter, showing a rare look of worry. “Are you alright, Peter?” She tipped his chin up and studied his eyes.

“I’m fine, Aunt Nat.” He smiled.

“Tony!” Steve shouted, dragging Bucky behind him. “Can someone help me convince him that he has to stay here?”

Tony frowned, his hand on Peter’s back. “Why would he stay here?”

“Maybe ‘cause he broke half his ribs jumping from a helicopter and can’t fight like that,” Steve suggested. “He can’t go on the mission. He’ll get hurt.”

Tony didn’t remember anyone else being hurt, but he was so focused on Peter, someone could have screamed in his ear and he wouldn’t have heard them. He carefully helped Peter sit by Nat on the couch.

“Cap, can I talk to you in private?” he asked, leading him into the hallway.

“I don’t want him here.”

Steve blinked. “Why not?”

Tony sighed. “Look, Peter’s here, and I just- I don’t want to take any chances. I don’t want him to get hurt.”

“Tony, I get that, you know I do,” Steve said. “But Buck won’t hurt anyone. He’d never hurt Peter. He’s changed Tony, really.”

He shook his head. “I know, Cap. It’s hard to trust him, though. I can’t risk Peter getting hurt.”

Steve looked hurt. “Bucky’s not bad, he never really was. It wasn’t him.”

“I know, Steve,” Tony snapped. “But please, just- keep him away. I can’t let him hurt my kid.”

“He won’t, Tony. But I’ll tell him Peter isn’t feeling well and wants to be alone. How about that?”

~~~~~

Tony kissed Peter’s forehead and pulled the blanket tight around his shoulders. “Stay safe, kiddo, okay? I’ll be back before you know it.”

Peter smiled and curled into the pillows on his bed. “Okay Mr. Stark. Be careful!”

“I will.” Tony rubbed a thumb across his cheek. “I will.”

~~~~~

Peter scrolled through his phone, looking for any updates on the mission. He doubted it would get so out of hand that it would be on the news, but he checked anyway.

The bandage on his leg was killing him. Mr. Stark had told him not to pick at it or he’d make it worse. Peter staggered to the bathroom and pulled out the scissors, cutting the part of the bandage peeling away.

“Peter?” he jumped as FRIDAY’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Your hands are shaking. I would not recommend holding scissors right now.”

“O-oh, no, it’s fine, FRIDAY, I got this.” Peter set the scissors on the counter. “See? It’s fine.”

He gestured to his cut. Then he realized it was not fine. “Oops.” A drop of blood seeped through the bandage.

“Peter, you appear to have cut yourself. Would you like me to call Tony?”

“No. No, FRIDAY, it’s a little cut. I’m fine, thanks.”

But was he?

Peter stared blankly at the blood. All he could think was, the warehouse. There was blood. Bloodbloodblood.

He felt himself drop to his knees. But the roof- the roof was falling on him.

He couldn’t get out.

Mr. Stark help I’m stuck I’m trapped help me!

Come on Spider-man!

The rubble was falling on him, crushing him, he couldn’t breathehecouldn’tmove.

Help me! Mr. Stark!

He could feel the walls collapsing onto him. He couldn’t do anything. Where are you Mr. Stark?!

Please, help me! I can’t get out! Help!

“Help me! Please! I’m trapped down here!”

“Hey, kid, whoa! It’s okay! Breathe, Peter! You’re here, you’re okay. You’re fine. It’s okay. C’mon kid.”

Peter gasped, his eyes flying open. He was curled in a trembling ball on the bathroom floor.

And Bucky Barnes was hovering over him, looking worried. “Hey kid? Are you okay?”

He winced and wiped a tear from his face. “‘M okay. Yeah. ‘S fine.”

Bucky sighed. “Really? Because you don’t look fine.”

Peter sniffed. “Just- just the blood. Brought back bad memories.”

“I know a lot about bad memories,” Bucky said gently. “Do you wanna talk?”

He shrugged. “I… I- I don’t know.”

“Should I call Stark?”

“No!” Peter cried. “No, he’s busy, fighting. I can’t bother him.”

“Okay… do you wanna watch something? Steve told me you were obsessed with ‘Star Wars.’ I have no idea what that is.”

He was glad to see the kid brighten. “Sure, Mr. Bucky. It’s really good, I think you’ll like it.”

~~~~~

“So this dude, his name is Luke, right? He’s a jedi. Those are called lightsabers. Basically swords made out of light.”

Bucky nodded thoughtfully. He didn’t really understand it, but he was glad to see some light in the kid’s eyes.

“And that’s Chewbacca. Or Chewie! Yeah, the one with the hair! He’s pretty smart!” Peter smiled. Tears tracks stained his cheeks and he felt hollow. But he felt better.

After about half an hour, Peter turned down the volume. “Mr. Bucky?”

“Yeah kid?”

“I- I don’t really know why I had a panic attack. I’ve bled a lot! A-and I don’t know why that triggered it? I don’t understand.”

Bucky smiled. “It’s like that, kid. Maybe it was how you were feeling, and that set you off the edge? I get that. It happens kid, don’t feel ashamed.”

“T-thanks Mr. Bucky. I just… wish I knew why,” Peter whispered.

“You don’t have to understand it right now. Give it some time, and maybe it’ll come to you,” he suggested. “That’s what I do. Give yourself some space, time to think.”

“Thanks, Mr. Bucky.”

“Just call me Bucky, kid.”

~~~~~

Tony sprinted into the compound.

The mission had lasted a lot longer than they’d thought. He hated to think how worried his kid must have been.

He rushed through the living room, only to stop when he saw Peter and Bucky on the couch, both fast asleep.

Tony’s first, heart wrenching thought, was that Peter had been hurt by Bucky. His heart leapt with fear when he noticed the tears stains on his kid’s face. But then Tony noticed how calm the two looked.

Bucky’s real arm was draped over Peter’s shoulders, his metal arm unattached and resting on the side table.

Steve hurried in. “Tony, is everything good? Where’s- oh.”

Tony gently stroked Peter’s curls. “Oh.”

“Guess they met, huh?”

“Yeah, Steve, I think so,” he whispered sarcastically.

“Peter was crying,” Steve murmured.

“I know.” Tony’s face was pinched with worry. He bent and kissed the top of Peter’s head.

“Looks like he’s okay now.”

Tony looked pensive. Gesturing to Bucky, he said “He’s not as bad as I thought.”

~~~~~

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