#but sometimes the little guy that I love needs to be put down

[thewickedbohemian]

but sometimes you can find thematic connections that might surprise you even if you're putting the song on a playlist (or in my case also occasionally posting on my fanvid prompt sideblog wanting a fanvid/AMV/edit/whatever-we're-calling-them to it) based off some small specifics saying others should be ignored like how my mind went down a weird Film-Theory-esque spiral of all the religious imagery in Severance and the parallel connections one could draw to your average Catholic boarding school just because I listened to "Portrait Of A Girl" from Bare: A Pop Opera and it made me think of Helly and Helena or for something lighter how "Maybe Love" from Shucked would fit a romance between Kaya and Elsbeth from Elsbeth from Elsbeth's POV despite specific references to Shucked character names and fixing corn and the implicit heterosexuality of the narrator because female narrator leaving hometown and previous-relationship-with-a-guy behind finding potential love-meant-to-last despite being sent out for a specific mission and "maybe love just needs a little faith, a little trust/maybe love just needs a little love"

adding songs from musicals to character playlists is so stupid like yeah this works just ignore some of that really specific stuff

[bullet-prooflove]

The Incident: Frank Langdon x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @julessworldd @yousigned-upforthis @travelingmypassion @julius-ceasar

Summary: Frank's world is thrown into turmoil when he learns about your attack.

Companion piece to:

Ivy - Frank gets a tattoo to commerate the woman he loves.

Hypocrite - Frank struggles to make amends for a past wrongs.

Crash - Almost getting you fired wasn't the lowest point of Frank's addiction.

Rock Bottom - Frank hits rock bottom when he sees the devastation his addiction's caused.

Little Black Dress - Frank starts to spiral when he realises you're dating.

Every Damn Day - A drunk text leads to a confession.

Wet Dream (NSFW) - Frank sometimes dreams about the life you had together.

War Stories - A realisation about your coping habits leads you to Frank's door.

The Three Cs - Frank and you finally discuss your issues and pave away towards the future.

The Wall - A date at the climbing wall leads to a revelation from Frank.

Commitment - You create a fun way of showing Frank your commitment to the relationship.

At Your Alter - You discover Frank's tattoo when you undress him for the first time.

All In (NSFW) - You and Frank take a big step forward.

Slut (NSFW) - Frank gets a little bratty after a bad day.

Nightmare Fuel - Frank’s been waiting for the fall to come.

Boo Fucking Hoo - Your forced to defend yourself after you’re attacked outside the hospital.

Frank finds out about ‘the incident’ when he walks in on one of Gloria and Robby’s arguments in the corridor that leads to the ambulance bay. He’s on his way to meet you for a break when he almost slips on the smear of blood on the tiles, tuning into their conversation.

“You need to take Ivy’s fucking photo down from the website like I told you to when you decided to put the fucking things up. She’s the only SANE in this hospital and you just put a target on her back. It shouldn’t take two incidents for you to actually listen to me. This guy could have killed her.” Robby snarls at their Chief Medical Officer, his hands on his hips. “You are damn near lucky-”

And that’s when Robby sees Frank standing there, the colour draining from his face because that first incident, it still haunts Frank. It took him a long time and a lot of therapy to chase away the flashbacks of seeing you coming out of that stairwell, scrubs covered in blood, your whole body trembling as you begged for help.  

He can’t describe how it feels to know that something so fucking horrible happened to someone you love. How helpless it makes you feel, how devastated, how angry.

 “What the happened to Ivy?” He erupts, barging between the two of them, his voice edged with hysteria. “Tell me what the fuck happened to Ivy?”

Robby shoots Gloria a hostile look before his hand grips Frank’s shoulder, steering him towards one of the empty treatment bays.

The story he tells does nothing to put his mind at ease as he paces the confined space like an apex predator, stalking back and forth.

“She’s been taken upstairs for a head CT.” Robby says, his eyes following Frank’s motions, waiting for the moment he unravels. “She says she’s fine but she threw up a couple of minutes after I stitched the wound on the back of her head so we just wanna make sure there’s nothing else going on there.”

“What about Him?” Frank snarls, his furious gaze turning onto Robby as he rakes a hand through his dark hair. “What about the asshole that hurt her?”

Robby clasps his hands together behind his head before looking up at the ceiling as if he can see through the five floors above him.

“He is up in Urology having surgery to have one of his testicles removed. She managed to rupture it so badly they didn’t have a chance in hell of saving it.” Robby informs him. “Officer Underwood is in the waiting room up there, ready to read that son of a bitch his rights as soon as he wakes up. He says with the video it’ll be in his best interest to plead out so she won’t have to go to court.”

That had been the worst part last time, reliving it. As soon as you felt like you were putting it all behind you, the court date had come up and you’d had to face the man who tried to hurt you, the one that had stabbed Jesse three times in the abdomen for intervening. Your fellow nurse had lost a kidney and almost his life stopping that attack. You’d struggled to reconcile with it in the aftermath.

“Look.” Robby says, clasping Frank’s shoulder, stilling his movements. He ducks his head, making direct eye contact bringing Frank back here to the present. “This isn’t like the first time. I looked her over myself and she’s ok, I promise you.”

You’d been so fucking traumatised back then, the nightmares hadn’t stopped for months, not until you and Jesse had a heart to heart. You’d felt so damn guilty because you’d frozen when it happened.

It had started when the husband of the patient you’d been working with tried to kiss you on the stairwell. You’d told him it was inappropriate and it was like a switch had flipped. You hadn’t expected to jam his hand between your legs, to try to tug off your scrubs.

Jesse had interrupted the whole thing on his way back down from Psych, doing bed reconnaissance. He’d torn the son of a bitch off you and ended up being stabbed three times with a utility knife before being shoved down the stairs and left for dead. You’d tried to suppress the bleeding the best you could before you went for help.

“There’s three responses when something like that happens.” You had told Frank in the aftermath, your entire body vibrating against him as he cradled you close. “Fight, flight or freeze and I froze because it was the last thing I expected from the man who had just been told his wife may be paraplegic.”

Sexual assaults they’re all about power. That man was losing his so he decided to take yours. He’s now serving twenty years for his actions while his wife recovers in a rehabilitation facility Kiara helped set her up in.

“I know that this is hard.” Robby’s voice filters through Frank’s thoughts drawing his attention back to him. “But she’s really gonna need you to keep your shit together after something like this. She can’t be worrying that you’re about to go off the rails while she’s trying to process it. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Don’t use this as an excuse to go on a bender.” Frank summarises as he catches a flash of that Medusa tattoo through the glass. “Yea got it.”

“Frank…” Robby begins but Frank’s already out the door, striding towards you.  You’re standing in front of the screens depicting today’s patient lists, your arms folded tightly over your chest.

He takes up residence alongside of you like a sentry, standing close enough to be reassuring, to let you know that he’s there if you need him.

“Everything good?” He asks, tilting his head to study the profile of your features. His jaw tightens as he takes in the figure marks that blemish your throat, their dark stains bleeding into your skin.

“No brain injury or concussion, the vomiting was a reaction to being in that position again.” You inform him, your voice barely more than a rasp as you gesture towards your throat. “I sound like a phone sex operator.”

“Or like you smoke 80 a day.” He counters, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a strained smile. “You want me to take you home?”

“No.” You say shaking your head. “I wanna finish out my shift, return in a few days, do it all again.”

Frank gets it. It took you a month to come back to The Pitt last time and now you’re terrified of sliding back into that place, of letting the assholes win again. Your resilience, it astounds him, he feels like he’s falling to pieces and you’re still standing strong.

“You got any objections to working the rest of your shift with me?” He prompts, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“I’m okay Frank.” You assure him, tilting your face up to meet his tempestuous blue eyes.

“I know.” He says softly. “But I’m not.”

He needs to attend a meeting after this. He hates that Robby’s concerns back in the treatment room were valid. Something like this is the perfect excuse to pick up a couple of benzos to take the edge off, his fingers are already twitching thinking about it. Your hand slips into his and for the first time since he heard about ‘the incident’  it doesn’t feel like there’s an 18 wheeler slowly rolling over his chest.

“You'll be ok.” You promise him, squeezing his hand tightly. “Just like I will be too.”

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[mallory524]

Hii can I request John Walker (or Thunderbolts if u dont write for him) with a reader who like passes out if they overuse their powers?

tyy love ur headcanons!!

(I LOVE THIS!!)

john walker x reader

tags- losing consciousness, canon level action/violence, teammates to lovers, comfort, implied no olivia (doesn't affect anything)

word count- 1020

notes- I am a proud John Walker girl and i straight up giggled when i saw I’d gotten a request for him😭(also you’re so sweet!! thanks!!)

The first time it happened during a mission, John thought you DIED. Even days later, he was still thinking about the moment he saw you collapse to the ground. He had rushed to your side in the midst of all the chaos and started frantically trying to find your pulse. Yelena had to tell him repeatedly that this happens to you sometimes, and that you just overdid it and you were fine. John figured she'd laugh at him for "overreacting", but she didn't. Yelena understood, and neither of them ever addressed the tears that had been in his eyes.

That whole incident forced John to address the very real feelings for you that he’d started to develop. You're so attractive and smart, and every time you use your powers, John's just mesmerized by how cool you look. He thought about you all the time, and those 40 seconds he was convinced he had lost you were terrifying. He didn't want you pushing yourself too hard like that again.

He kept worrying that all the energy you were exerting was hurting you. Whenever you guys were on missions, he’d be constantly glancing over at you to make sure you were doing okay. Sometimes he'd step in to help if he felt like you were trying to take on too much at once, even if you were handling things just fine.

As helpful as that all was, you misinterpreted it as John making fun of you. One night while putting your gear away, you noticed him closely watching you, like he was ready for you to collapse at any moment.

"Oh, cut it out, Walker."

"What are you talking-"

"I'm sorry I slowed us down that one time, it won't happen again. Geez," you had said. When you turned to meet his eyes, though, you were floored by the amount of real concern in them.

Instead of arguing back like he always does, John just sort of wearily throws his hands up in surrender. "Sorry. I know you know what you're doing."

Things were different after that. You were both terrible at communicating with one another about your feelings. About 3 months later, you actually started being honest with each other and a relationship started!

Now, you don't feel like you always have to hide your affection or your concern for one another, because it's all out there in the open.

John is way more comfortable letting you know he worries about you than he was before. He has trouble with the words sometimes, but he shows it in little ways.

He washes your suit, awkwardly folds it, and leaves it on your bed the night before a mission. He fills up your water bottle and he makes sure you're getting enough to eat. He knows that if you overuse your powers, you'll pass out anyway and a balanced meal probably won't change that, but he figures it can't hurt. He's your biggest cheerleader, and everyone jokes that he's the one running the fan account they found that posts clips of you from the news and other public appearances. John says that “obviously” he doesn’t have time to run a fan account, but he does at least follow it.

Despite his constant reminders not to overdo it, it still happens. John’s always there to carefully scoop you up and take care of you for the rest of the day.

One night, you guys are way outnumbered, and John's trying to fight this guy who’s definitely been enhanced in some way.

John might be doing okay now, but he's getting tired and the man's started to get the better of him. He's far away from you, and this man is obviously powerful, so you're really going to need a lot of energy to hurl this guy out of the way. That's energy you don't really have.

More people are closing in on you and that man is starting to pummel John and the rest of your friends are getting ambushed too- it's too much. You know you’re running out of steam and now you're getting overwhelmed. You take a deep breath in, try to steady yourself, and you finish this. Your moves are intentional and carefully aimed in many directions, but anyone watching would just see one big burst of light that illuminates the dark street and ends the entire fight. When the dust settles, all of your adversaries are down, but so are you. You don't do that kind of thing often; it's too much at once, and it's too much on your body.

When you wake up, you're in the car, and John is tending to your injuries and Alexei high fives you, saying you did a great job.

You're injured, you can feel that, but you notice John's pretty roughed up, himself. "Are you okay?" you ask him quietly through a yawn.

"Oh yeah. I heal quickly, you know. That guy was just really strong. You're a lot stronger than I think you realize, too."

You wince upon hearing that, even though John's softly smiling at you and clearly not mad. "Yikes, sorry. I was hoping you wouldn't get caught in the crossfire."

He just kisses your forehead.

"Don't apologize. But stop overworking yourself... and don't do that move again, it was terrifying."

"Well, stop trying to take on the scariest people we run into, that's terrifying," you say as you reach for the first aid kit to patch up a long cut on John's face, but he gently swats your hand away.

"No, get more rest. I'm fine. Lay back down. It's a long drive."

You don't even try to argue with him on this one. You're exhausted.

You know how the rest of tonight will go, too. John will make sure no one wakes you up again for the rest of the car ride, and then he'll carry you back into the tower and gently set you down on your bed. He'll be there for you in the morning to help you with anything you might need help with. He'll always be there for you. No matter what.

[bower-quinn]

Eddie Munson x Reader

+18 | smut | kisses | swearing

Steve’s little sister

or the forbidden fruit, as Eddie called you.

Eddie Munson never saw you as anything more than his best friend’s little sister. A little sister who always wanted to be involved, who annoyed them, played pranks, and tattled on them whenever Steve threw a house party. Oh, of course, he knew you had a crush on him. Your giggling, blushing, and silly little attempts at flirting didn’t go unnoticed by him. How could he?

But somehow, he missed the moment when things changed. Suddenly, you were going your own way, and it was suddenly cool and fun to hang out with you. You started showing up at Steve’s parties, sometimes even becoming the center of attention, and Eddie secretly watched you, flirting with other guys, ignoring him, and somehow just grew up. Just like that.

Shortly after your sixteenth birthday, for which Steve organized an obscenely large party, Eddie realized that he was secretly watching you more and more at school. Like some kind of pervert stalking his best friend’s little sister. He would never have made even the slightest move in the direction he secretly desired. Steve meant too much to him, and if he were honest, he was scared he’d mess you up. Unlike him, you were a good person. He dealt drugs and used them occasionally. And you had the chance to go to any college in the country. He was the rebellious and loud outsider, and you were quiet and popular.

But despite everything, he enjoyed the movie nights that Steve regularly hosted at his place. Even though you had not been to one in a long time, you always greeted Eddie warmly, and he cherished those few seconds. By now, he regretted not enjoying the time when you had that silly crush on him.

You knew that Steve was planning another movie night today. You weren’t really in the mood for a horror movie, but with no better plans, you decided to join the group. You knew that Steve loved having you around. Even if he’d never admit it, he loved spending time with you, just talking and gossiping about everything and everyone. It had been less lately because you’d been spending a lot of time with your new boyfriend. Steve wasn’t jealous, not in the traditional sense. He was just sad that his best conversation partner no longer had time for him.

„Steve,” you asked as you walked into the kitchen, „about your movie night later—”

„Hm?” he responded, putting the second bag of microwave popcorn in.

„Would it be a problem if I joined you?”

Steve grinned happily at you.

„Not at all!”

„And,” you glanced at the kitchen counter, playing with a tiny drop of water, „would the others be okay with that? Because I know Eddie doesn’t particularly like me.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

„Eddie’s my best friend and all, but listen, Bunny”—he used your old nickname—“sometimes Eddie can be a real jerk. Just ignore him.”

„Okay,” you said, glancing at the popcorn. „Put some butter on it!”

You waited patiently in your room for Robin and Eddie to arrive. Sitting in the living room the whole time wasn’t your thing. You preferred to listen to some music.

When the doorbell rang and the scent of popcorn wafted through the house, you hummed happily as you ran down the stairs. You reached the bottom just as Steve opened the door.

„So, this is the Harrington mansion,” Robin said, mockingly astonished as she looked around.

„Don’t pretend like you’ve never been here,” Steve rolled his eyes and greeted his best friend. Over his shoulder, Robin gave you a broad grin, which you returned.

„Gracing us with your presence today?”

You shrugged. „I need a change.”

„From all the guys chasing after you?” Robin asked, waggling her eyebrows. Steve pulled a face in disgust.

„Please, Robin. None of those idiots can even come close to her. I already can’t stand Jake.”

„John,” you and Robin corrected him simultaneously, „but if you’re interested, I broke up with him.”

„When?” this time, Robin and Steve spoke simultaneously.

Before you could answer, someone spoke from the door: „I would have rung the bell, but the door was wide open.”

Eddie Munson, Steve’s best friend, grinned at the two of them, then looked up at you. You were still standing by the stairs, leaning against the railing.

„Good evening, my sweet summer child,” his grin widened, „it’s been ages since we last saw each other.”

„If you call two months ages” you laughed. The last time you two had met was at your birthday party.

He waved it off. „You can’t seriously count that huge party. We didn’t exchange a single word!”

„Yeah, yeah,” Steve said, waving a hand in front of Eddie’s face, „bruised ego, blah blah. Can we get back to Jake for a moment?”

„John.”

„Whatever.”

„Which John?” Eddie asked as he hung his and Robin’s jackets in the closet. „Your John?”

„My ex-John,” you clarified, „and I don’t know. It just didn’t feel right anymore.”

„Good,” Steve said, heading toward the living room, „I never liked him.”

„How surprising,” Robin shouted after him, rolling her eyes.

Eddie chuckled and extended his hand to you. You walked down the stairs, took his hand, and he spun you around like a ballerina.

„I’m afraid we’re completely underdressed, Robin,” Eddie sighed. You looked down at yourself. You were wearing simple sweatpants and a purple T-shirt.

„I look fabulous,” Robin said, shoving Eddie aside and pulling you into a tight hug. When you hugged Eddie afterward, you noticed that his hug was much more intimate than before.

„Are you coming or what?” Steve yelled from the hallway. „Or should I watch the movie alone?”

The first movie was quite funny—a silly comedy with little substance that made you giggle. Twice, you caught Eddie looking at you and quickly turning away. But you didn’t think much of it because the greeting earlier had been so sweet. Maybe he did like you after all.

When Steve got up to make more popcorn, you followed him into the kitchen.

„I think Eddie likes me after all,” you sighed with relief.

„Maybe,” Steve muttered. You could hear the anger in his voice. You could read your brother like a book.

„What’s wrong?” you asked gently. „Am I bothering you guys after all?”

He ran his hand through his hair and looked at you with raised eyebrows.

„Please. No, I’m just wondering—”

„What?”

„When did you stop talking to me?”

You looked at him, puzzled.

„What do you mean?”

„Well, the thing with John. First, I had to find out by chance that my little sister had a boyfriend, and then I find out again by chance that you broke up with him,” he turned away again, rubbing his eyes. „I’m just wondering if I’m not a part of your life anymore.”

„Stevie,” you said, hugging him from behind, resting your head against his back, „you’ll always be my brother. You’re the most important person in the world to me. I just didn’t think about how it would affect you. If it makes you feel better, I promise to talk to you about everything again.”

„H’kay,” he mumbled, but you could hear that he was already feeling better.

When you came out of the kitchen, Eddie and Robin looked at you.

„All good?” Eddie asked.

„And you, Munson?” you asked, sitting next to him now that Steve had taken the chair.

„Now it is,” he grinned and winked at you. You laughed and rolled your eyes. A year ago, that gesture would have made you giggle and blush, but you had long since gotten over your crush on Eddie.

The second movie was, of course, a horror film. While Steve, Eddie, and Robin made fun of the scenes, you sat there tense, squeezing your eyes shut during particularly bloody moments.

„You okay?”

You looked to the side and found yourself staring directly into Eddie’s concerned face. His eyes were large and dark, and you could almost see your own reflection in them.

„Yeah, I’m fine,” you mumbled. You intended to look back at the TV, but Eddie’s gaze held you. With a smooth movement, he scooted closer to you and put an arm around your shoulders.

„I got you,” he grinned and looked away again. You turned your head too but swallowed dryly. Your stomach fluttered as you felt his warm hand on your shoulder. His fingertips cautiously slipped under your sleeve, gently brushing your skin. On an impulse, you leaned your head against his shoulder. His curls tickled your forehead. Eddie stayed that way, didn’t push you away, didn’t move away. Why would he? After all, you were his best friend’s little sister. It wasn’t that bad to cuddle, right?

Then why did those little butterflies flutter in your stomach?

On his way home, Eddie curses himself. How could he have let this happen? Why does he have so little control? When you sat down next to him, something in his brain just short-circuited. The urge to touch your skin was so overwhelming that he allowed you to snuggle up to him. For you, it was a completely harmless gesture, but he had to focus hard not to lean in and smell your hair.

„Fuck,” Eddie shouts into the night when he’s far enough from your house.

You’re deep in thought too, but in a different way. Eddie was incredibly kind to you today, much kinder than he used to be. You can still remember his disdainful looks and his arrogant laugh when you tried to be near him unnoticed. He’s the complete opposite of your brother, and that’s exactly what makes him so fascinating to you. His dark curls often fall wildly into his face, and the chain he wears around his neck jingles softly when he laughs. That used to drive you crazy. You’re briefly tempted to go over to Steve and talk to him about these utterly confusing feelings. But he would probably hear nothing but „Eddie. Butterflies“ and punch him directly in the face tomorrow at school. No, first you have to figure out what exactly Eddie means to you and what exactly you feel. It doesn’t make sense before that.

Figuring that out goes worse than you thought. At school, it’s hard to concentrate on Eddie on top of all the schoolwork, and during lunch, you barely see him. But then comes Thursday.

You’re standing in the hallway, packing things into your locker, when you suddenly see Eddie. He’s standing a few meters away, talking to a pretty cheerleader. He wraps one of his strands of hair around his finger, holds it to his face, and laughs at something she says. A new, extremely strange feeling starts spreading in your stomach. You stare at Eddie, and the intensity of your gaze makes him look over. His grin widens, and he lifts his hand in a wave, wiggling his fingers in a small wave. You can’t move, just staring at him as he flirts with this girl.

I’m jealous, you realize in horror, but you can’t do anything about it.

Eddie studies you, leans against the wall, and—you gasp slightly. The movement causes his T-shirt to ride up just a bit, revealing some skin on his hip. Such a damn slutty waist.

He glances down at himself, giggles, and then looks into your eyes, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

That is too much for you. You slam your locker shut, turn on your heel, and hope Eddie didn’t see your flushed face.

Eddie stands outside, smoking one cigarette after another, trying to calm himself down somehow. What happened earlier in the hallway was absolutely not planned, not at all. He can’t even explain what exactly came over him to flirt with you so blatantly. That’s a no-go—an absolute disaster! If anyone had noticed. But even worse for him is your reaction. He can’t quite decipher your expression. It almost seemed like jealousy, but that can’t be, right? And why did you then run away with a bright red face? Did his exposed skin somehow turn you on? Is it possible that—

He immediately cuts off this train of thought because if he lets his mind wander any further, he’ll have to walk around school with a boner.

He throws his cigarette to the ground, stomps it out, and heads back into the building. Still lost in thought, he doesn’t watch where he’s going and bumps into you.

„Oh!” you exclaim and then laugh when you recognize Eddie, „Skipping class?”

„You know me,” he leans against the lockers, „and you?”

„Need to use the bathroom.”

„Ah,” he says, and then you both fall silent. The weird situation from earlier is still lingering in both of your minds.

„Well then,” you say slowly, ready to walk away, „see ya.”

„Hmm,” Eddie mumbles, but then you muster all your courage. You pause in your tracks, look down, and whisper, „Your tattoo is really hot.”

Before Eddie can process what you’ve just said, you’ve already disappeared. He stares after you with his mouth open. A glimmer of hope, as fragile as a butterfly’s wing, blooms within him.

Was it possible that it really was jealousy in your eyes?

While your encounter sends Eddie spiraling into a whirlpool of hope, guilt, and contradictions, you have to admit to yourself that your crush on Eddie never really went away. You just carefully suppressed it and locked it away. But his unusual kindness and his touches made it resurface. What a huge mess.

Cautiously, you knock on your brother’s door.

„Come in!” he calls, and you enter the room. Steve is standing in front of his floor-length mirror, fixing his hair.

„Steve?” you ask, and your brother looks at you through the mirror.

„Hmm?”

„Can I sit with you guys later?”

„Of course,” he looks mildly confused by your question, „you’re always welcome.”

„Thanks,” you mumble and sit down on the bed.

„There’s something on your mind,” Steve observes.

„I need to talk to you.”

Steve immediately sits next to you, giving you his full attention.

„There’s this guy…”

„Oh no.”

„Wait,” you laugh, „I think I really like him. Like, really. He flirts with me too, at least I think he does. But he also flirts with another girl.”

„Okay,” Steve says.

„And now I don’t know if I should try to get with him or just let it be.”

Thoughtfully, Steve rubs the back of his neck.

„Are there any other reasons against him?”

You laugh again, this time louder.

„Plenty. He’s an idiot. He’s absolutely childish, has terrible taste in movies, and drives me insane.”

Steve smiles knowingly.

„But you really like him, don’t you?”

„Yeah,” your smile fades, „what do you think?”

Steve sighs, looks away, and thinks.

„If you like him, then go for it. Fight for him!”

That’s not what you expected.

„What is it?” Steve asks, puzzled. „What did you think I’d say?”

„I don’t know. Honestly, I was expecting a new episode of the „Steve Harrington: No One’s Good Enough for My Sister“ podcast.”

„That’s true too,” he stands up and heads for the door, „but I’m afraid I have to give up that fight.”

That evening, Steve chose his favorite movie—a classic he’s seen a hundred times. You discreetly sat next to Eddie on the couch, as if it were the only available spot, even though you knew there were plenty of other options. You felt your heart race as he casually leaned back and made a bit of space for you. The movie had barely started, but you’d already lost interest. All you could think about was how to subtly scoot closer to Eddie. But before you could make a move, Eddie beat you to it. With a popcorn-grabbing motion, he sat so close to you that your knees touched.

„So, you picked a good spot, didn’t you, sweetheart?” he whispered with a mischievous grin in your ear. You nodded, not wanting Steve or Robin to hear your reply.

„Hmm,“ he murmured, and the sound made you turn your head towards him. Your faces were only a few millimeters apart. Your gaze flickered to his lips and back to his eyes. A realization flickered in them, and with a grin, he leaned back. You blushed and stared at the TV. Damn it. Had he been playing with you all along? Did he just want to see if you were still the lovesick kid from before? You were so absorbed in these destructive thoughts that you didn’t notice Eddie studying you. Your face suddenly became so closed off that it startled him. It had been an overwhelming feeling to see that you wanted to kiss him. At least that’s how he had interpreted your look, but then what happened? His smile afterward was pure bliss, but maybe you misunderstood? Damn it, he thought. He needed to do something to show you that he didn’t mean it that way.

He reached for the popcorn again, and by chance, his hand landed right next to yours.

Little sparks shot across your skin as Eddie’s hand brushed against yours. You glanced sideways, but he was intently watching the TV. Was it just an accident?

But then he cautiously lifted his fingers and placed them on your hand. His thumb gently stroked your skin, and you suddenly noticed a slight smirk on the corner of his mouth. So, he wasn’t as focused on the movie as he pretended.

You hadn’t misunderstood. Eddie really was flirting with you. That was the proof. The butterflies in your stomach were now darting around, crashing against the walls. Eddie liked you.

You slowly turned your hand over, allowing Eddie to touch the palm. With his fingertips, he traced tiny shapes. You looked at the others. Robin and Steve were definitely engrossed in the movie. You slowly raised your right arm and placed your hand on Eddie’s forearm. He froze, seeming to wait for what would happen next. Just as cautiously and slowly, you traced his tattoos, up and down. The urge to touch his chest or stomach was overwhelming, and you had to muster all your strength not to give in to the instinct. Eddie adjusted the position of his hand, allowing you to intertwine your fingers with his.

I’m holding hands with Eddie Munson.

The thought was so incredibly overwhelming that you had to bite your lower lip to keep from giggling like a schoolgirl.

That evening, Eddie hated himself all over again. This time, he had taken one more step too far. Jesus, he wished he could talk to Steve. But Steve would just punch his face in and do a tango with his balls.

For heaven’s sake, he’s an adult, and he’s flirting with his best friend’s little underage sister! What kind of messed-up brain wiring did he have? But you were so different. When you sat at lunch with them, making cheeky jokes and putting Eddie in his place.

He could no longer deny that he had feelings for you. No matter how hard he fought against it. And gradually, his willpower was running out. Every time he saw you and your body, whenever you sat next to him, it faded a little more.

Of course, you sensed a battle raging inside him. Every time he looked at you at school, you felt it. But you thought it had to do with the fact that you were Steve’s sister. You couldn’t know about the moral struggles waging war inside him.

The only thing you knew for sure was that you wanted—no, needed—to kiss Eddie Munson. And soon. And the chance came sooner than expected.

Eddie and Steve had to work on a boring biology project together. It was no secret that the two weren’t exactly geniuses and would probably botch the project without your help.

„What’s that supposed to be?” you asked amused, pointing to a drawing your brother had just put on paper.

„A wolf!”

„That looks like a pimpled whale,” you said, laughing, and took the pencil from his hand. „Give it here.”

„How can you draw them so well?” Steve asked, surprised.

„They’re her favorite animals,” Eddie murmured without thinking as he watched you draw. You immediately stopped and looked at Eddie, but Steve did the same.

„What?” Eddie raised his hands. „It’s true!”

„Hmm,“ Steve responded suspiciously, then jumped up. „I’ll go get us some chips and beer, and iced tea for you,“ he added when he saw your joyful expression.

„Party pooper,” you muttered. You felt Eddie lean in and whisper in your ear, „You don’t want to lose your self-control, do you?”

Your breathing quickened. The tension between you and Eddie was palpable. You knew that as soon as Steve was out of earshot, something was going to happen.

„Don’t do anything stupid,” Steve said sternly, looking at both of you before letting the front door slam loudly behind him.

„What kind of mischief could we possibly get into, huh?“ Eddie asks, turning his grinning face toward you. Before you can form a plan, you press yourself against Eddie, placing your lips on his and beginning to kiss him. He gasps in surprise, instinctively placing his hands on your hips, staring at you with wide eyes. But as he realizes what you’re doing, he leans into the kiss, closes his eyes, and moves his lips against yours. It’s not a gentle kiss; you pour all your desire into it, and Eddie eagerly responds. His tongue slides into your mouth, exploring it. Gently, his tongue brushes against yours, coaxing it into his mouth. This goes on for a while until he finally pulls away, breathless.

„My sweet summer child,“ he sighs, looking at you with glazed eyes. But it’s not enough. You want more. Gathering all your courage, you place your hand on his crotch. You both inhale sharply—your breath catches because you can feel his erection, and his because you’re touching him.

„Wait,“ he says, placing his hand on yours. „We can’t—not here. Not like this.“

Disappointment washes over you as he blocks your desire.

„I didn’t say never,“ he whispers, kissing the tip of your nose. „Just not right now.“

„Eddie,“ you whisper, avoiding his gaze.

„Yeah?“

„I...“ You sigh. „I really like you. You were always my favorite of Steve’s friends.“

He smirks as if he doesn’t already know.

„Can you tell me what’s different now from back then? I always thought you hated me.“

He wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. Your head rests on his chest, and he presses his lips to your hair.

„I never hated you,“ he whispers. „I just found you exhausting and annoying. Like little sisters are. But then, on your birthday, you were talking and dancing with everyone—except me. I was so angry and sad, and I didn’t understand why. Then I realized I was jealous. I don’t know exactly when I developed feelings for you, but it happened somewhere along the way. Obviously.“

You freeze in his arms.

„You have feelings for me?“ you ask hesitantly, and his laughter makes your body tremble.

„I thought that was obvious by now. But yes. I’m in love with you, and it’s a huge mess.“

You pull away from his embrace and look at him seriously.

„Why?“

Eddie takes your hands in his. „I’m eighteen, and you just turned sixteen. I’m your brother’s best friend, and he’s going to kill me if he ever finds out what we’ve done.“

„If this is about Steve—“ you start, but Eddie shakes his head.

„It’s about the fact that I’m an adult, and you’re a teenager. It’s not right for us to start something. You should be dating boys your own age.“

„You mean boys,“ you say, „who are just awful and play with you?“

„At your age, all boys are dickheads,“ he admits with a sigh.

„And why shouldn’t I like someone older?“

He sighs again. „I have more experience than you, in every way. It’s not fair to you.“

„How do you know that?“, you ask, hearing the defiance in your voice, but his intense, knowing look makes you blush.

„Okay, yeah,“ you admit, „but—“

„No buts,“ he says, shaking his head. „It stands—I’m not good for you. I should keep my distance.“

„But“ you say hopefully.

„But“ he kisses your hands very gently, „I definitely don’t have enough strength to stay away from you. And I’m leaving the decision and the pace up to you. You control everything. I’ll only stop you if I sense you’re doing something just to please me.“

„Okay,“ you say, taking a deep breath. „I’ve always been in love with you, Eddie. You mean so much to me.“

He smiles softly at you, a loving expression crossing his face.

„Hearing that from you is the best thing in the world.“

He kisses you, this time much more tenderly. Shortly after, you hear the door open and Steve’s voice cheerfully announcing that he’s got everything. Eddie and you pull away from each other, but your gazes remain locked, as if you’ve just exchanged a silent promise.

„I’m going to the bathroom real quick,“ Eddie whispers, winking at you before disappearing.

When Steve returns to the living room, the atmosphere is relaxed and familiar, as if nothing happened. He looks at you, then at the untouched poster.

„You haven’t gotten much done,“ he chides you.

„It’s your project!“ you retort.

„Hm,“ he mutters, eyeing you suspiciously. „You and Eddie aren’t—“

„Jesus, Steve,“ you roll your eyes. „What do you think of me?“

„What do I think of him?“ Steve murmurs to himself.

After confessing your feelings for each other, the following weeks unfold like a secret game. The two of you try to hide your growing affection, especially from Steve. At school, there are fleeting glances, small touches that seem accidental but are full of meaning. Behind the school, when no ones watching, you make out wildly, and whenever Steve leaves you alone. It’s thrilling but also worrying, because you know everything could fall apart if Steve finds out the truth.

But Steve isn’t as clueless as you might think. He notices the subtle changes in Eddie’s behavior, the way his best friend looks at you as if you’re more than just the little sister he’s always known. One afternoon, when you’re at a friend’s house, Steve calls Eddie over. Eddie arrives to find Steve and Robin sitting on the couch.

„Hello?“ Eddie asks, confused. Steve nods toward the armchair.

„Sit down.“

„Are you two getting a divorce?“ Eddie jokes, but his laughter fades as he sees the serious expressions on his friends“ faces.

„Is someone dead or something?“

„That’s what I’m here to prevent,“ Robin says, giving Steve a nod.

„I want to talk to you about my sister.“

A lump forms in Eddie’s throat.

„Okay,“ he croaks. „What’s wrong with her?“

„A few weeks ago, she suddenly came to me and told me she had feelings for some idiot. An idiot with bad taste in movies and lousy jokes.“

„Hm,“ Eddie says, keeping his response minimal.

„I’d have to be a complete moron not to realize she was talking about you.“

„Ah,“ Eddie says, feeling like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

„I asked her directly if something was going on between you two, but she lied to me,“ Steve crosses his arms over his chest. „She’s my sister. I expected her to lie about it. But Eddie, man, you’re my best friend. I expect the truth from you!“

„It’s not what it looks like,“ Eddie whispers hoarsely.

„What does it look like?“ Steve asks, interested. „Because I have no idea what it looks like!“

Robin places a hand on Steve’s shoulder. „What Steve is really trying to ask,“ she says more calmly, „is whether it’s serious between you two.“

Eddie leans back, staring at the floor. He feels caught, as if he’s made a huge mistake, even though he knows the feelings between the two of you are real. „Steve, I didn’t want it to happen like this. You know how much you mean to me, and I’d never do anything to ruin that.“

„This isn’t about me!“ Steve hisses through gritted teeth. „It’s about my little sister! And if you weren’t my best friend, I wouldn’t even give you a chance to explain—I’d just knock you out.“

„I would never do anything to hurt her,“ Eddie whispers, looking Steve in the eyes. Steve needs to see that he’s telling the truth. And as he does, Steve’s anger begins to dissipate.

„Okay.“

„Okay?“

„Well, not okay, but better.“

Steve nods, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again.

„I’m not an idiot. I know how much she likes you. And I know you’re well aware that she’s never been this close to anyone before.“ Steve doesn’t need to say it; Eddie knows exactly what he means. „Just be careful with her.“

Eddie feels a knot forming in his stomach. The responsibility that comes with Steves words weighs heavily on him. „I would never hurt her on purpose, Steve. You know that.“

Steve nods again, this time more firmly. „I know. But this isn’t just any girl, Eddie. This is my sister.“ He pauses, looking his friend in the eyes. „You know how she is. She may seem strong, but she’s also vulnerable. I just want to make sure you know that and that you’re careful. I don’t want her to go through what some people go through when their first love falls apart.“

„I’ve left everything in her hands. She sets the pace.“

Steve nods, clearly relieved.

„But the age difference,“ Eddie begins, but Steve raises a hand to stop him.

„It’s not ideal. I’m aware of that. But you’ll figure it out. And honestly,“ a slight smile crosses Steve’s face, „if she’s going to like someone, I’m glad it’s you. You’re my best friend, and I trust you more than anyone. But that also means you’d better take good care of her. If you screw this up, I’ll never forgive you.“

Eddie's heart feels lighter as he hears his friend’s words. „I’ll do everything to make her happy, Steve. I promise you that.“

„One more thing,“ Steve adds, looking somewhat pained, „I don’t want to hear anything from her room, nothing at all.“

„I can manage that!“ Eddie replies. Though he doesn’t fully believe it, he wants to preserve the new peace.

Steve extends his hand, but Eddie jumps up and pulls Steve into a tight hug.

„Okay, that’s enough,“ Steve says, squirming. He’s never been much of a hugger.

„When exactly did you figure it out?“ Eddie asks, curious.

„Jesus, you guys were holding hands!“ Steve rolls his eyes. „It was obvious.“

„Very obvious!“ Robin agrees, laughing, but then the door suddenly closes.

„This is about to get really messy,“ she whispers, and both guys look at her, confused.

„Hello! I’m back—what?“ you say, finishing your sentence in confusion as you see the three of them in the living room. „What’s going on here?“

Eddie opens his mouth, and Robin tries to stop him, but he says, „It’s okay, sweetheart. Steve and Robin know. Steve’s given us his blessing! He just doesn’t want to hear anything about us.“

Robin lowers her hands, which she had raised to stop Eddie from saying exactly that.

„How dare you, Steve Harrington!“ you yell at your brother so loudly that Eddie steps back a bit.

„Bunny,“ Steve tries to calm you, but your glare makes him retreat.

„No Bunny,“ you shout, „what I do with my boyfriend is none of your damn business! If I want to fuck loudly with Eddie in my room, that’s my choice!“

„I think I have a say in that too,“ Eddie tries to lighten the mood, but his smile freezes as your furious expression turns on him.

„And you. What gives you the right to ask my brother for permission? Are we back in the sixteenth century? Do men decide for women again? I do what I want, for Christ’s sake.“

„And what do you want to do?“ Steve asks cautiously. You think for a moment, then walk over to Eddie and give him a deep kiss. You move your lips against his, and he automatically returns the kiss. You tangle your fingers in his curls, and he grabs your hips, pulling you closer.

You hear Steve groan in frustration at your defiant reaction and roll his eyes.

„Kinda hot, though,“ Robin mumbles appreciatively.

You break the kiss and look deeply into Eddie’s eyes.

„My forbidden fruit,“ he whispers in love.

[ririright]

Could you possibly do Hayden x younger and very short reader?

❤︎ Height Differences and Playful Teasing

He constantly uses you as an armrest, leaning on your head with a smug grin.

“Comfortable down there, sweetheart?”

He loves picking you up effortlessly, especially when you try to reach something on a high shelf.

“Need a lift, tiny?”

❤︎ Always Bending Down for Kisses

He leans down to kiss you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you up on your toes.

If you try to pout, he’ll dramatically bend even lower. “This better?”

He loves it when you pull him down by his collar or his flannel just to kiss him.

❤︎ Being Overprotective Without Realizing It

He always insists on holding your hand in crowded places, keeping you close.

“Stay by me, sweetheart. Don’t want to lose you in the crowd.”

If someone bumps into you, his arm is immediately around your shoulders, giving them a sharp look.

If you’re out somewhere unfamiliar, his protective instinct goes into overdrive.

❤︎ His Clothes Are Like Dresses on You

When you steal his shirts, they’re basically oversized dresses.

He loves seeing you wrapped up in his flannels, especially with the sleeves covering your hands.

Sometimes he’ll chuckle,

“You look better in my clothes than I do.”

❤︎ Loves Spoiling You (Even When You Protest)

He’ll randomly buy you sweets or little gifts he thinks you’ll love.

If you ever try to pay for something, he just raises an eyebrow.

“Put that away, sweetheart. I got it.”

Always lets you steal his desserts.

“Just say you want a bite, babe. No need for the sneaky fork.”

❤︎ Picks You Up Like You Weigh Nothing

Will casually scoop you up and carry you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch.

If you’re being cheeky, he’ll just pick you up and spin you around.

Sometimes he carries you over his shoulder, just to hear you squeal.

❤︎ Teases You About Your Baby Face

“You’re gonna get carded at the movies again, aren’t you?”

Always has to insist you’re his wife because people think you’re younger than you are.

Loves gently cupping your cheeks, grinning.

“I get the prettiest baby face wife in the world.”

❤︎ A Little Jealous of Other Young Guys

He’s confident, but if he catches some younger guy looking at you, he’ll immediately pull you close.

“You good, sweetheart? Or should I remind you who’s the lucky guy here?”

Sometimes, he’ll smirk and lean down to kiss you in front of them.

❤︎ He’s Always Trying to Teach You Things (And Secretly Loves It)

Whether it’s showing you how to use the Bobcat or teaching you to wield a lightsaber, he’s your favorite teacher.

He loves watching you focus, the way your eyes light up when you get it right.

“Look at you, my little Jedi in training.”

❤︎ Wraps You Up in Bear Hugs

Loves engulfing you in his arms, pressing his face against your hair.

If you ever feel upset, he’ll just pick you up and sit you on his lap, holding you close.

When you two watch movies, he pulls you against his chest, basically using himself as a blanket.

❤︎ Gets a Kick Out of Your Feisty Side

If you try to stand on your tiptoes and poke his chest during an argument, he’ll just smile.

“You’re adorable when you’re all worked up.”

Sometimes you’ll try to be sassy, and he’ll just lean down,

“You wanna say that again, shorty?”

❤︎ Always Puts You First (Even When You Argue)

If you’re mad at him, he’ll lean down, trying to catch your eye with a teasing grin.

“C’mon, short stuff, don’t be mad. I’ll make it up to you.”

He’s quick to apologize, pulling you into his arms even when you’re trying to stay grumpy.

❤︎ Loves Showing Off His Strength for You

Carries heavy bags with ease, glancing over just to make sure you’re impressed.

Will show off by lifting you up without warning, making you squeal.

If you try to out-stubborn him with something, he’ll just pick you up and carry you off.

“We’ll talk when you calm down, babe.”

❤︎ Knows You Use Your Size to Your Advantage

If you want cuddles, you’ll just snuggle into his chest, and he melts.

You’ll hide behind him in crowds or if something scares you, and he always turns protective.

Loves it when you try to be sneaky, like stealing snacks—“Oh, where’s my cookie? Must be a tiny thief in the house.”

❤︎ Secretly Loves Feeling Like the “Older Guy”

Will sometimes make fun of his “old man” habits, like needing his reading glasses or saying his back hurts.

Loves when you tell him he’s handsome, like he’s still got it.

“You think I’m a silver fox already, sweetheart?” (He’s not even graying yet.)

❤︎ Calls You Sweet Nicknames

“Shortcake,” “Peanut,” “Tiny Dancer.”

If you’re mad, he’ll go overboard.

“Oh, don’t be mad, little firecracker.”

Loves how small your hands look in his and will hold them up to his just to tease.

❤︎ Gets a Bit Insecure About the Age Gap

If you bring up something you love from your childhood that he doesn’t know, he’ll joke, “Guess I’m ancient, huh?”

You’ll catch him checking himself out in the mirror, and he’ll give you a sheepish smile.

“You’re not gonna trade me in for a younger model, are you?” (He’s only half-joking.)

❤︎ But You Always Reassure Him

Whenever you tell him he’s hot or touch his chest, he gets that smug, boyish grin.

“Yeah? Still got it?”

When you cuddle against him, he feels like the luckiest man alive, your head against his chest, his arms wrapped around you.

[cloudcountry]

Ok it says requests closed but I was gonna ask: what about Ritsu is so compelling to you? I find him rather bland and want to hear what about him makes you feel safe and loved? Why is he your favorite? INFODUMP me write all your interest I am listening with excitement :3

oh youre so good, this doesnt count as a request at all!! i actually needed a few days to gather my thoughts and make this semi-coherent. i also consulted my six pages of notes about this guy. yes im normal about him. yes.

RITSU SHINJO. there are a lot of things to love methinks. he can definitely come across as someone who is rude or stuck up, and dont get me wrong i totally did NOT fuck w his ass when i first met him. but he changed my mind really quickly.

i really appreciate how he stands up for what he believes in. like his ambitious nature is what really endeared me to him at first. he stares down barrels of guns and is like "okay, but youre going to listen to what i have to say" and honestly??? i was in awe. hes such a brave person and even if it may seem a lil stupid or outrageous sometimes it always works out in the end somehow.

hes also really smart??? like OBVI but like hold on. there are 264 ARTICLES in the japanese penal code. TWO HUNDRED SIXTY FOUR. and he STILL knows more laws on TOP of that. has them MEMORIZED no less!! hes well versed in the arts and his vocabulary is extensive as well. he can speak MULTIPLE LANGUAGES, including german, french, and italian. literally WHAT THE FUCK. hes so impressive??? this is some rich people shit T0T

his lil quirks are super cute too, like how he only drinks black coffee and has six handkerchiefs so his opponents dont see him sweat, or how he spends time watching opera to unwind after the day's events. his handwriting isnt the neatest and he gets SO butthurt about it. hes so unflappable usually but when insulted? its like we get to see the actual ritsu. its silly bc if you compliment him on his SKILLS hes like "oh its natural, ofc i did xyz" but i want to see how he reacts to being told he looks good. or someone noticing if he did something different w his hair, or wore different accessories, or got a new pen. just . someone noticing the little things about HIM, too.

HE FUCKIN SUCKS AT GAMBLING I LOVE HIMMMM also memorized card game rules after learning he'd be sorted into sinostra. he has so much book smartness but when you put him in front of people he fumbles HARD. like its so cute but also i worry about that bc he needs friends and i want him to make friends but i fear he doesnt think he needs them. what he lacks socially he makes up for in random ass trivia that no one needs to know ever.

hes so PREPARED. this is one of the main things that makes me feel so safe around him actually because hes thought of everything. and yk he doesnt even think its that big of a deal. he exchanges the currency so sinostra can have an inn to stay in for the night, he records everything for jabberwock to make sure he understands exactly what he needs to do for the animals, he covers all of his bases and takes notes about everyones behavior just in case in comes in handy.

uses his stigma for fuckass shit like busting down doors and not getting hurt by a rickety bus ride. uses his book to whack people over the head. regularly goes to the mystery diner and ignores ren's complaints about how he sits his ass down foreverrrr. romeo calls him a greenhorn and he blabs about how he obviously isn't. taiga calls him a dumbass and he starts screeching like a baby bird. hes always trying to reign in taiga while also encouraging his bullshit. has obvious favoritism for mc. protects her whenever he can and worries over her safety when she almost fuckin DIES. acknowledges that shes weaker than him, because hes a ghoul and thats just how it is, and actively takes steps to NOT ONLY PROTECT HER HIMSELF, but build up her confidence TOO.

literally i am convinced the way ritsu sees love is making the people you love the absolute best version of themselves, because thats what his parents did for him. so he tries to teach you what he knows, he RELIES on you to keep tabs on romeo or taiga (that is HUGE actually, considering he berates ren for his attitude and doesnt really seem to be close enoough with the other ghouls to rely on them for anything.)

let me say that again, ritsu views mc as an equal because hes placing the captain/vice captain in her hands and telling her to keep an eye on them, he calls HER when he's trying to meet up with everyone, he's actively treating her like a business partner where they will BOTH BENEFIT in more ways than just the curse lifting and winning the laurel crown--

ARGHHHH I LVOE RITSU SHINJO SO MUCH. you are a trooper if u read all of this can i just say .

THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LOVEEEE TALKING ABOUT HIM <3333

[kpop-ruins-our-lives]

The first move - Park Jihoon scenario (Fluff)

A/N: Hello to everyone! Hope you're having a great day/night! After few years of no writing, inspiration strated to kick in! I have few things coming your way, stay tuned for more!

Summary: You're friends with Park Jihoon, two of you have feelings for each other, but who will make the first move? Members: Park Jihoon x Reader Warnings: drinking a bit, alcohol, cursing here and there, nothing else Genre: Fluff Word count: 1327

Your phone rang then stopped after a minute. Sun was shining through your window. Somewhat you thought something is wrong since your phone is ringing the second time. School. Your eyes open wide, quickly you grab your phone answering it “Hello Y/N, you are… LATE!” a familiar voice said who’s you recognized right away. You put your phone on speaker and rush to the bathroom. “Didn’t I tell you not to go drinking yesterday? I’m waiting for you at school. See you soon.” He added and hung up. --- Arriving you took your car keys, bag and rush towards your high school. Slowly you open the door and bow towards the teacher, apologizing. Quickly you sit down. You scanned the classroom, finding Ryeoun smiling already at you, shaking his head. After the class, Ryeoun rushed over at you throwing his hand over your shoulders while two of you walked down the hall. “Y/N-ah you need to stop drinking. Did you become an alcoholic?!-“ “Yah! Stop with that. I was just hanging out with the girls. Girls night you know?” you smiled looking up at him “Girls night? On a Tuesday?” His facial expression was serious. You laughed and pushed him a little.

Walking into the cafeteria, Ryeoun rushed over to Minjae, Jihoon and others who were eating their lunch. You sat next to Jihoon. He had a small smile on his face as he moved to make space for you. “We heard someone was late to school today because of… Drinking?” Hyunwook looked at you raising his eyebrows. All the eyes were on you. They were like little grandmas who like to know absolutely everything that has happened. Even The group chat sometimes is hectic. Smile formed on your lips. “Girls night.” You simply said “On a Tuesday?” Jihoon spoke holding in his laughter, his eyes fixed on yours. He found it funny, like everyone did. “Speaking of which, when are we going out all together?” you tried to pull away attention from you to something else. “I am free this Friday, you boys?” Hyunwook spoke nodding his head. There was a quick talk about going out, but all of you got an agreement on going out. Jihoon was an outgoing guy just when he is comfortable with someone. First when Ryeoun met you with him, he was a man of few words; towards you, not Ryeoun. It took some time for the two of you to find topics to talk about. Hyunwook and the boys love to cling on him because they know he hates it but deals with them anyway.

Sometimes you wonder how life would even be possible without these guys. Jihoon noticed you being a little quiet, his head turned in your way. “You’re quiet today. More than usual.” He spoke softly, blinking slowly “Oh- I am just tired from-“ “Drinking?” he cut you off while having a big smile on his face, teasing you. Your hands push him by the shoulder a little. “Like you don’t drink, come on Jihoon” you smiled “I have better control than you for sure Y/N. We’ll see everything on Friday” he smiled and winked at you looking away. Jihoon’s knee touched yours and he didn’t move it. First thought was “Do I move my leg-knee away?”, but you didn’t want to. Something about him was just too addictive, even though you never showed how you felt. When you are home, in your room, you can’t help but think about Jihoon. From his looks, his brown hair, the jawline that shows off quite often, the dark brown eyes who don’t show feelings that often. They speak instead of him. There’s just this feeling when you’re making eye contact that you can’t explain. A rush, fire building up inside of you, a feeling not wanting him to stop with eye contact even though it lasts for few seconds or so. Jihoon’s personality is what makes him whole. Caring, good, sometimes shy, not a clingy person, keeps things to himself mostly. Small things like when his knee brushes yours, his hand touches your waist quickly, him catching you looking, or you steal a glance or two makes you feel things you aren’t supposed to feel.

--- Friday came quickly with all homework, studying, etc... Most of the time boys try to keep you away from school work by going out to eat, drink coffee, to even go to dance classes, etc… Hyunwook and Jihoon already stood by the table as rest of the group and you arrived at the club. Music and great atmosphere wasmin the air. All of you danced, had quite a lot of drinks. It was all about having fun and being together. Looking to your side, you catch Jihoon looking at you. Alcohol was flowing in your body, you felt hotter than ever. He had a small smirk on his face, slowly he licked his lips looking away. You sat down taking a small break from all the dancing. Your feet were hurting from the heels, but they don’t stop you from having fun. You downed your drink and Hyunwook poured you next one right away “No, noo-“ you shouted at him, but all he did was laugh. “Cheers Y/N.” he sat next to you and two of you clink the glasses “You will get me even more drunk than I am already.” You said and drank Jihoon walked over towards you and sat down next to you. Hyunwook and he had a little chat like you weren’t between them. “Yah! I’m here too you know!” you said and two of them locked eyes with each other. “You know… Imma go on the dance floor to get some girls! Hyunwook stood up Jihoon laughed at him as he left. His fingers ran through his hair. Leaning back, he turned his head towards you. “How’s it going?” he spoke “Why don’t you go look for girls? What are you doing here with me?” you said “Y/N, maybe I’m not in the mood for that now.” Jihoon spoke “Interesting…” you spoke nodding your head slowly, locking eyes with him. He made you feel so many emotions at that moment. “You know Jihoon… I fucking hate your eyes.” Jihoon’s expression was shocking, confused. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “What?” was the only thing he said. “They- They are so- Ugh. Never mind. I’m leaving. I’ve done damage now.” You stood up, Jihoon tried to grab you by the wrist, but you moved it away. You were so embarrassed that you had to get some air to rethink your actions just now. Walking outside you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. As you open your eyes you see Jihoon looking for you. Two of you make eye contact and he rushed towards you. “Y/N, what are you doing, why did you go?” he spoke “Just go away Jihoon. It doesn’t matter.” You spoke feeling annoyed. “Stop trying to push me away. Y/N.-“ Jihoon walks a step closer to you “Jihoon I don’t- Look. I have so many things I want to say-“ “Don’t tell me. Show me.” He spoke over you with a small smirk on his face. Your heart was saying to kiss him, your brain said not to, because you were scared of “what if’s”… Quickly you lean in, placing a kiss on his lips. He kissed you back, placing his hands on your cheeks. It was a wave of excitement you felt. Slowly Jihoon moves away, his lips inches from yours. His eyes look up at yours. “I’m sorry I waited. That I didn’t do anything before… I regret it.” He spoke quietly and softly. His thumb caressing your cheek. “From now on, you are the man. Just kiss me already, please.” Both of you shared a laugh and Jihoon kissed you again, with more passion and desire. Pulling you closer to his body. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He groaned, kissing you again.

[red-room-studi0]

Oh Turbo, you're a horrible and gross little man.

I wanna kill u sm. Stab u, choke u, give u head blunt force trauma...

And then i wanna kiss u 🫶❤️

Which one would you fuck, marry, and kill?

[exopelagic]

WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME BURROWS END WASNT FREE

[namelessprince]

oh fuck lovebomb started playing and it set off my fight or flight instincts

[tojbnuy]

highly requested part 2 of roommate!sukuna :) part 1 !!

cw: lol. humping, rubbing thru panties what’s the proper term for this? soft!dom sukuna he thinks he’s mean but he’s a softie, sub!reader, she’s bit of a bimbo we love her, tit fucking, feelings if you squint. MDNI.

a/n : not proofread but thank you for all the love on part one, any suggestions for the jjk roommate series are greatly appreciated :)

sukuna had been thinking about it all week. been creating an intervention in his mind about your way of living. he was putting an end to this. the past week itself was enough to finalize it for him. nearly every night you guys had sat down on the couch together to binge watch your current show. and every night you had been in your underwear and a thin tank top. sometimes he even turned the ac on so you’d feel colder and put a cardigan on. that backfired however when you were still cold and decided to seek heat from your big warm roommate. sukuna had dug his own grave because for the next one and a half hours he had your tits pressed up against his side and your ponytail draped over his arms. he could feel your hard nipples, could smell your shampoo and could see practically the entirety of your ass. safe to say he had a very long and cold shower that night while you ran along to your bed. and last night you had walked past him in the kitchen and ran your fingers up and down his back ogling his tattoos.

‘i really like your tattoos kuna’ you had said with the sweetest little smile on your face. you really had no idea what you did to him.

so tonight was the night. sukuna was gonna tell you what was on his mind. and you had presented the moment perfectly by tiptoeing into his room at 2:13am with your bunny plushy squeezed tight in your arms. sukuna was shocked to see you, he was planning to make his was to your room where he knew you were awake scrolling on your phone.

‘kuna i wanna sleep with you.’

his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. knowing you, you would talk about sex so carelessly.

‘what??’

‘i wanna sleep with you.’ your voice was all tiny and whiny and you had that same fucking adorable tone that made him want to shove you in his pocket.

but to his relief (sort of) you peeled back the blanket and climbed into his lap, curling up like all the pictures of baby deers that you showed him. you made yourself comfortable by shuffling around some, your legs were around his waist, arms dropping to your sides.

‘why can’t you sleep in your own room.’

‘because i watched a scary video and it’s too cold in my room for me to get eight hours of sleep.’

Right. well his life just got ten times harder. he thought he’d have this problem sorted yet said problem was now in his lap. there were two ways he could do this. stroke your hair and pat your back as he explained what was bothering him. or pull your hair and smack your ass. unfortunately sukuna had never been much of a nice person.

‘listen doll there’s only so much i can tolerate.’

that had your attention, he rarely ever used this tone with you so you’d clearly made him mad.

‘i need to know exactly why you have no respect for me-‘

‘what? i respect you’

‘no you don’t. if you did, you wouldn’t be treating me like i’m one of your girlfriends. running around my place in your underwear. shoving your tits in my face every goddamn second of the day. grinding your little ass on me every time you fucking sit down.’

you had no words. you never thought sukuna would call you out on your behavior.

‘what? cat got your tongue now doll?’

‘i don’t like wearing clothes! i feel more comfy with no clothes on. i’m sorry.’

okay now he wasn’t tryna make you feel bad.

‘and you shoving your tits in my face every chance you get? jumping into my lap like a cat.’

‘i just. i feel nice when im close to you.’

‘nice? nice how?’

‘i don’t know how to say it. just feels nice.’

‘you mean nice here?’ he said as his hand cupped your warm cunt. immediately you gasped and shoved your face into his chest.

‘answer me.’

‘yes.’

‘knew you had it in you.’

‘now i would ask if you want me to carry on. but id say you deserve a little punishment for the way you’ve been acting don’t you think.’

he said as he lightly massaged you through you underwear. sukuna was so mean.

tiny little whimpers left you as his thumb drew circles over your clit through your panties, his other hand harshly gripping your ass cheek.

‘no no please. please kuna.’

‘please what doll? you think you deserve anything nice after acting like that? always so desperate aren’t you.’

‘please please, it hurts.’

you were growing frantic now, grinding your hips around and chasing for any more friction other than his single thumb.

‘only cos i’m feeling nice today. but i’m not giving you anymore than this. you need to learn a lesson.’

he pressed his index and middle fingers harder against your clit rubbing frantically as you all but wept into his chest.

‘sensitive baby aren’t you?’

‘feels so good kuna’

his fingers were relentless on your pussy, but he made sure never to move your underwear out the way. it didn’t take long before you were coming in your panties, tiny sighs breathed into his neck.

‘now doll. take your shirt off for me.’

‘mm okay’ and so obediently you lifted your shirt off and threw it to the floor.

sukuna took a minute to admire you. such pretty tits that he was finally seeing in their full glory. he grabbed a fistful of each and pulled harshly at your nipples.

‘you wanted this didn’t you? s’that why they’re always in my face?’

‘no no i wasn’t trying anything.’ you said with your eyes shut firmly at the slight burn. you couldn’t deny having his hands on you had that tingly warmth growing inside you again.

‘get my dick out for me doll.’

you knew not make him repeat himself. sukuna watched as your smaller hands (those trademark pink nails) shimmied his sweats down and reached into his boxers. he was already throbbing and you gasped at the sheer size of him in your palms.

‘please will you. can you-‘

‘what you wanna get fucked? you think you deserve that?’

‘yes i do please kuna’

‘yeah well i dont, now lay down here.’

he maneuvered you onto your back and peppered small kisses along your jaw. somehow kissing you on the mouth felt slightly too intimate.

‘push your tits together for me doll.’

‘like this?’

you said with the sweetest expression on your face, your small hands pushing at your breasts.

‘just like that doll.’

then he was straddling your chest and he began to thrust himself through the small gap between your pretty tits. fast and hard cos that was the only way to do it.

‘stick your tongue out for me’

and of course you did as told. this sight was all he needed from today onwards. you with the fat of your breasts spilling out your hands. eyes slightly teary and your tongue out licking at his tip.

he was quick to come himself, moving fast so he could cum directly on your tits.

neither of you spoke as he caught his breath. he could sense your shy demeanor coming back and as mean as he was, he wasn’t like that.

‘hey doll.’ he said with a little tap to your cheek to bring your eyes to his. he left hand stroked your cheek as his other used his shirt to wipe away the mess he’d left on your chest.

‘you still wanna sleep in my bed?’

‘yes please?’

‘always so sweet aren’t you?’

he picked you up and placed you on his chest. he wasn’t much of a cuddler but you obviously were. you snuggled your face into the crook of his neck and you warm tits were squished against his own pecs. it was still quite cold so he held you close, there was a lot more for the two of you to talk about which kept his mind busy while he attempted to put you to bed.

just as he had thought you’d drifted off, your little voice spoke up.

‘kuna?’

‘yeah doll.’

‘does this mean i can still not wear clothes in the house?’

he couldn’t help but laugh at that. your biggest worry being if you’d have to wear clothes from now on.

‘nah doll your good. you can keep em off’

‘yay.’

taglist: @totallygyomeiswife @26xidk @kamospeach @desi-laila @chaestwbryz @blueemochii @wrldtups

[lizardho]

I came out to my dad as bisexual at 14 and I was PANICKED because I had a crush on a guy in my Boy Scout troop and thought I was Going To Hell Forever and he was so kind and understanding of my distress, but he had NO idea what bisexuality was. He just said “yeah but you like girls too? This is normal. Everyone is like this.” And I love my dad and trust him with my life to this day and the idea that the concept of bisexuality had not occurred to him had not occurred to me so I put it off.

By 16 though I had a crush on like THREE boys. Three entire boys in my Boy Scout troop. I felt like my sin was slowly advancing, until like an untreated cancer it had become metastatic. I remember bawling my L’il limp-wristed sissy eyes out in his big rumbly truck on the way home from a scout meeting and him telling me that it was OK, that he still loved me if I was gay, but that he knew I wasn’t gay because I still had crushes on women and that meant I was straight. I didn’t quite know how to explain that those felt *~*different*~* and that I felt like I was losing a fight to evil inside me but I again felt comforted by his reassurances and his genuine fatherly love.

At 18 I was like “hey I’m realizing all my friends are going on missions. I don’t wanna do that. Idk how to say that and I don’t have a ‘good enough’ reason to not wanna go.” So I just put it off. Again, my parents were extremely supportive of the information I gave them (I blamed it on perpetually forgetting to start the paperwork.) and one day my mom texted me that she had done the paperwork for me! And that all I needed was to get a physical! So I did that (it was awkward af tbh, my hernia check was done by a trainee doctor and she spent like 3 minutes fishing around my inguinal canals before her attending rescued me) and was sent to Mexico City where I learned that in addition to dipshit himbos with strong hands and scruffy guys with artistic hearts I was REALLY into chubby Latin men with strong personalities who bullied me a little when I lived in Mexico.

I remember my first companion got annoyed with me during an argument and said we were just gonna wrestle and whoever won the wrestling match won the argument (I stg I am dead serious this happened.) I was like…SWEATING when he tore off his tie and threw his white button-down shirt onto the ground (I won btw, don’t ask me how).

I remember one of my companions with this really intense, almost manic energy telling me that he was gonna make sure I was safe in a new area I didn’t know very well. He cooked breakfast for me and we’d go shopping together on P-Days and in the mornings before breakfast he’d jog around and do pull-ups with his shirt off and I’d do anything but look at him because my face would break out in a sweat so intense he’d think I was crying and come over to see if I was OK and somehow make it worse. He let me play D&D with myself in the evenings even though it was against mission rules because he knew how lonely and stressed I was.

I remember one of my companions was a big chubby man with a loud voice and a great sense of humor. He was kind and direct when addressing conflicts with me, and always bragged about how he knew the secrets of women’s minds and it felt like he really did since it almost always boiled down to “Treat Them Like People and Love Them a Lot. Don’t Stop Being A Person For Them. Also Eat Them Out Sloppy Style.” Our P-Day activities sometimes felt like dates, and it seemed like he was more attentive to my emotional state than I was since he was always the first to suggest we slow down our Divinely Mandated, God-Ordained, Super Sacred Work and Wonder to get a snack or check out a Pawn Shop (I love Pawn Shops).

I remember another companion who asked me to bully him every time he did something against his goal of losing weight. It was like he gave me Carte Blanche to take out my crush on him by being a nuisance and I LOVED that. I remember having a breakdown one day after we’d spent the afternoon frantically cleaning our disgusting-barely-habitable mission house to make it look less vile that it was (not our fault imo?) and I started bawling and he pulled me into a hug and he smelled good and he told me he knew it wasn’t just the house and that I was mad at him for being a Huge Dickhead for about a week (true) and that he would work on it. (He’s also a huge chaser but that’s a separate thing.)

I remember one of my companions waking up early (and our schedule is already built for sleep deprivation) to make me a “birthday cake” from knock-off Nutella and bread. He used matches for candles and woke me up, lit the ‘candles,’ pulled them out, then smashed it in my face and took a bunch of pictures while I was still madrugada and disoriented as fuck. He had the same sense of humor as one of my HS crushes and I could push his buttons pretty easily which was so fun.

I came home from my mission and started back at BYU where I became actively and aggressively suicidal. I had a stalker the year I moved up there and my dad’s solution to that was to get me a gun. I know he wouldn’t have bought me a gun if he could have read my mind, but I had a loaded pistol under my bed during a trifecta faith/sexuality/gender crisis and that was not helpful. I remember that the day I decided to kill myself I figured I’d call the BYU CAPS and see if I could get into therapy because it felt like what I was “supposed to do” so I could check my suicide boxes. My therapist was the guy who’d helped me pick a major the year before and was this drop-dead gorgeous Hawaiian man who cried when I told him how I’d been feeling.

A few weeks into therapy I met another stunning man with soft eyes and a scruffy illegal-at-BYU beard he kept pushing his luck with. He was funny, kind, patient, married, and wouldn’t give me the time of day if he knew I was crushing on him. We were in my history of psych class, which was inarguably the worst psych class I have ever had, and we studied together for every assignment and test and I realized that my feelings for him and for all the men I’d already mentioned were in direct conflict with my faith and relationship with God. My already agonizing spiritual conflict became even more wretched and as a result of this plus some other tightly-packed experiences with Mormonisms bullshit, I left the church.

After leaving the church I decided to move back to AZ and transfer to ASU. My mom helped me get a dog since I think it had started to dawn on my family that my mental health was barely getting me through the day, and she knew that we both loved dogs. Madi made my last year at BYU livable while I got my shit together and transferred. In that last year, I went on a date with quite possibly the only semi-openly-out trans person on BYU campus. It was not a great date imo, I was not doing well, but the person I spoke with was fun and fascinating and talked to me about Gender Dysphoria and it really cemented my need to go. To leave and never come back to that fucking school.

I started at ASU a month after my last semester at BYU and within a very short time frame it felt like I was coming back together, like a puzzle magically putting itself together in an environment that wasn’t slowly draining that puzzle’s will to live.

On the 4th of July, the year I started at ASU, I saw a transition timeline photo of a gorgeous happy beautiful happy radiant happy woman and her former Mormon missionary self and I realized the light that was on in her eyes was the light that was off in mine. I looked into transitioning for 3 days, sleeping about 10 hours total during that time. I started talking to other trans people on Reddit (one of whom is now my beautiful fiancée @cintailed) and after about a month of making preparations to be disowned and kicked out, something I was not sure would happen but was ready to go through to Turn On The Lights, I came out to my family and it was amazing. I started HRT a month after that. I secretly dated some dorky guys for about a year while I applied to grad schools. I got into a great grad school for me and my needs. I got FFS. I did my trainings and classes. Me and my fiancée moved in together after some LDR shenanigans. We’ve lived together now for 4 years of basically marital bliss. We have a cat named Grandmother Esmeralda Weatherwax who bites the hell out of my feet about three times a day. My bi-cycle continues to be part of my life but now it’s not as scary. Baby gays in my life have started to look to me for advice. Idk how this all happened so fast. When the years, months, weeks, days, and hours seems to crawl by so slowly now they are rushing past me so fast it’s almost bewildering. Whereas before I felt like I was living on borrowed time, past my ‘expiration date,’ now it feels like I can Fucking Breathe. I’m training myself to slow down now and it feels worth it to Live In The Moment.

Idk why I wrote this. Idk why these thoughts only seem to come up on Sundays when I’m supposed to be writing my dissertation. Idk why I’m crying rn or why I feel so happy. I’m gonna post this shit then get on with my dissertation I guess. Read more Terry Pratchett and give yourselves the time you need. Get a pet. Talk to someone. Re-examine the events that brought you here. Be gayer. Love y’all 💕

[gyudons]

despicable

updates as of 22 oct

Travis Dermott knew that he would draw attention with his actions in the Coyotes’ home opener against the Anaheim Ducks at Mullett Arena on Saturday. The Arizona defenseman just hoped that the spotlight might shine on the issue that he was addressing, not on him.

“You don’t really want to go against rules that are put in place by your employer, but there’s some people who took some positive things from it,” Dermott said. “That’s kind of what I’m looking to impact.

“You want to have everyone feel included and that’s something that I have felt passionate about for a long time in my career. It’s not like I just just jumped on this train. It’s something that I’ve felt has been lacking in the hockey community for a while. I feel like we need supporters of a movement like this; to have everyone feel included and really to beat home the idea that hockey is for everyone.”

“I won’t lie,” said Dermott, who is playing on a one-year, two-way contract. “From the outside, it’s easy to see that I’m putting my career on the line for something. I definitely went through some emotional ups and downs that night, not regretting anything by any means, but I’d love to have maybe done a couple of steps a little different by making sure that everyone was aware of what was going on before I did it.

“I don’t want to put my teammates or my coaches or my GMs or the equipment managers in any kind of bad light when it’s their job to kind of look out for something like this happening. It was definitely something that I did just by myself and was prepared to kind of deal with whatever repercussions the league decides to push towards that. I’m not going to back off and say that this battle is won, but we’re going to find better ways to do it.”

As Dermott noted, LGBTQ+ inclusion is an issue that he has supported for a long time. Without getting into specifics, Dermott said the issue is personal for him because it impacts people close to him.

“I’d be lying if I said I haven’t shed tears about this on multiple occasions,” he said. “So yeah, it’s something I’m definitely very passionate about.

“I’ve met a lot of people that from the outside, it looks like they have everything going right in their life and they have a smile on their face every time they talk to you. But sometimes when we get closer to people and get comfortable enough for them to open up to you, you can see that there’s some pretty dark stuff happening to some good people. It doesn’t take too many times encountering something like that for it to really change someone.

“I’ve been blessed to have some of those opportunities put in front of me to really change my view of what being a good person means; what being a good father and a good example and role model means going forward. You really see how people are hurting and it’s because of a system that maybe no one’s intentionally trying to be malicious about, but until you’ve really had that first-person experience seeing people hurting from it right in front of you, it’s tough to kind of take steps.”

It would be a surprise if the league handed down any sort of punishment. The optics alone would add to the public relations damage that the original ban created. Even so, Dermott reiterated his desire to bring the entire franchise into the fold before he takes similar actions in the future, but he also made it clear that he will not be silenced on the topic.

“It’s not like I’m shutting up and going away,” he said. “I know more questions are going to be coming. We’re just going to be as prepared as we can be to just spread love. That’s the thing. It’s gay pride that we’re talking about, but it could be men’s health. It could be any war. It’s just wanting world peace. Everyone’s got to love each other a little bit more.

“Like my parents said growing up, ‘How awesome would it be to be the guy that people look up to?’ That’s what really hit home when I was a kid, especially from my mom. You want to grow up and be that guy. You want to be the guy that’s having the impact on kids like NHL players had on you. If they had been racist or bigoted, that’s going to have an effect on you.

“With how many eyes are on us, especially with the young kids coming up in the new generation, you want to put as much positive love into their brain as you can. You want them to see that it’s not just being taught or coming from maybe their parents at home. They need to see it in the public eye for it to really make an effect.”

[quimichi]

↳ ❝ [THINGS THEY SAY DURING 'IT'] ¡! ❞ @ - Part 1.

TW: MDNI - NSFW, sexual themes obviously lol

SUMMARY: Title :)

CHARACTERS: Aether Albedo Al-Haitham Ayato Baizhu Capitano Childe Cyno Dainsleif Diluc Dottore Freminet & Gorou x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.044

A/N: idk just a random new idea, watch me get more and more unserious with every character you pass

Aether

❝Agh-...shit...❞ - he holds back his sounds as he moans and curses into his hand

❝ Mh-no, like that, yeah...move like that...good❞ - he bites his lip as his lust drowned eyes stare up at you, holding your thighs tight for stability

❝Slower?...okay❞ - speeds up with a slight laugh, stopping seconds later to slow down again

Albedo

❝This spot? Yeah?...knew it...❞ - it's rare for you to see him smug, but that smirk he will give you when he finds out his guess was right is something else

❝Hold still for me...yes?❞ - he pushes your thighs apart, settling down comfortably between them as he dives in

❝Some interesting sounds you make...❞ - and he will carve them into his mind. When you're away he will remember them, will miss them, miss you and everything about you

Al-Haitham

❝Keep quite...❞ - there's no harshness in his words, just slight desperation as he breaths those words in your ear as he fucks you on the couch in his shared house with Kaveh, while he is asleep in his room

❝Tell me what you want...come on, you can do it. Speak up.❞ - sometimes the way he talks to you is infuriating, like he's talking to a stupid child. It not only embarrasses you when he speaks so teasingly, it makes you angry, frustrated, and maybe a bit turned on

❝If you can't watch your hands i won't watch my teeth.❞ - you tugged on his precious hair, so he can't help but tease you even more as he eats you out

Ayato

❝Mmm...yeah...❞ - he's rather quite, Ayato hums more, right in your ear with such a disgusting smirk because he knows any sound he does will drive you wild

❝Don't overestimate yourself, hm?❞ - he always says the same as you sink down on him. He knows exactly that his tip just puts too much pressure on your cervix. He might tease you, but he doesn't want to hurt you

❝I got you...don't worry, i got you...❞ - while you come down from your high...did he came himself? No, but it's okay. You're his number 1 priority

Baizhu

❝So...warm...❞ - no matter how many times you two have sex, your warmth will always overwhelm him

❝Shh...you don't know who might come in.❞ - he doesn't take many risks but god he can't hold himself back when you help him out in Bubu Pharmacy

❝I'll take care of it...don't worry.❞ - look, he's a doctor, a people pleaser and helper, ofc he only takes care of you and not of himself

Capitano

❝Take it slow, theres no rush.❞ - says the big guy with the prettiest cock and he doesn't even know it

❝Do you need a break? No?...heh...alright then...❞ - proceeds to rearrange your guts

❝What did i tell you?❞ - he means please, tell him please, ask nicely with manners like he taught you

Childe

❝Naww, someones needy huh? It went riiight in, with no problem.❞ - I bet you can practically hear and see the smug look on this abominations face

❝Look baby i don't wanna hurt you, yeah? You need to tell me when i go too hard.❞ - just a little nice check in for him. He wants to make sure you know you are always free to tell him off, he doesn't want to force himself on and in you

❝Good? Hah-ah-...yeah...thought so...❞ - sometimes the smugness will flatter, especially once he's close...you don't know who enjoys it more, him or you

Cyno

❝You hear that?...Thats you...❞ - he pumps his fingers in and out of you, slow and fast, changing pace. But no matter how fast or slow, he absolutely loves when you're as wet as you can get

❝Are you certain that you really want th-! Ouch why'd you slap me-❞ - he always asks the same, over and over again, it's nice that he keeps asking for your consent but at this point it annoys you like...bro you already been between my legs for like 30mins I had enough time thinking about it

❝Where?...ah-quick tell me-❞ - whenever he doesn't wear a condom and realistically...I don't think condoms exist in genshin lol

Dainsleif

❝So desperate...it's almost cute.❞ - he knows it's basically a long distance relationship considering he's almost never there. That's what makes it even "better" for him when you two see each other. He can't help but tease

❝Calm down, we're not in a rush.❞ - basically the first, same vibe, call me lazy lol

❝Still...gh-taking it so well...❞ - uhhh yeah we have a theme here

Diluc

❝You look cold...i could warm you up...❞ - sometimes him being smooth works, sometimes not, and sometimes he just sounds like a cheaper version of himself (Batman)...or sometimes he does what Kaeya says-

❝Where's the 'please'?❞ - he's so well mannered it's scary, so he expects the same for you too. Say please and thank you

❝Maybe if you would've behaved like I told you to, we wouldn't be here right now.❞ - he says it so calm as he fucks you against the cold stone wall behind Angels share in the middle of the night where any drunken idiot could see...or the patrols...that are very much sober (hopefully???)

Dottore

❝Hm? This? Oh, thats just for documentation.❞ - he records your voice...he literally studies your reactions and change in voice.

❝I won't tell you again, hold still.❞ - he isn't scared of tying you up at all so either hold still or be held still

❝...hm...you're too quite...❞ - he literally wants the Tsaritsa to hear like???

Freminet

❝Ngh-h-hey-calm down or else-!❞ - WE LOBE SUB BOYS, I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM, WE LOVE SUB BOYS

❝This is...new...yeah...❞ - he's a explorer but he also wants to be explored sksksksksk

❝So-warm-!❞ - uhm...self explanatory. When he enters you it's warm lol

Gorou

❝Wdym I'm in heat AGAIN?!❞ - he can't help but not be horny like?? Have you seen yourself??

❝Agh-...i tried to br gentle but you just-❞ - no self control, smh

❝Right there? See...told you i won't forget.❞ - he's eating you out, and still remembers your most sensitive spots like it's craved in his mind...because it is

[ellana-ravenwood]

“Batman, you need to-IS THAT A BABY ?!” - Batfam x Fem!reader

Synopsis : Bruce and Batmom bring their newborn daughter to the Watchtower, so she can meet their friends (or vice versa). Includes an overprotective Damian, League members who cannot believe the Batman is smiling, and other shenanigans.  

Oop, I’m back (?). My dudes. It’s been TWO YEARS since I last posted here. Two. Years. I posted like, two life update...don’t know if some of y’all saw it, but long story short : I got married, I have a son now, and everything is going so well in my life that I didn’t really need the validation I got from writing online...Buuuuuuuuuuuuut, I still love writing. And so, after quite a long break, here I am :). Hope you will enjoy this, don’t hesitate to let me know if you do : 

Please, do not repost my stories anywhere else, under any other form. Do not translate and then repost them either. Thank you.

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“You’re evil, you know that right ?” You say, raising an eyebrow.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, my love.” He answers, a small smile on his lips. You turn to him and...Oh that smug look, that smug look you loved so much. He definitely DEFINITELY knew what he was doing. 

And that it was utterly...evil. 

“It’s going to be FUN !” 

Ah, and here’s his little devil. Damian himself. He loved this. Partly because he thought it was funny to mess with everyone, partly because he liked showing that you guys were a family. 

“They won’t believe their eyes !” His little voice kept going, followed by a big roar of laughter that sounded, by all means, more childlike than devilish. 

“That they won’t, they always seem so surprised when Bruce acts like a human.” 

Jason. Still not calling Bruce “dad” (except sometimes, by “accident”, and even him don’t realize he did), he’d only slowly been back at the manor, with all of you. And, for sure, a certain important event which happened about four months ago made it so he came back to live at home.

Dick chuckled and added : “Who would blame them ? We’re talking about a man who eats his burgers with a knife and fork !” He gestured to his father with his left thumb, his other hand shielding part of his mouth as if he was telling them all a secret, as if he was trying to be discreet, so his dad wouldn’t hear...Always quite the little clown, that eldest son of yours. With his exaggerated mannerism, and that sparkle in his eyes, in his smile. 

“I’m certain some of them thought he was genuinely a cyborg for YEARS” Tim added, quite seriously, his tone the opposite of his older brother (and that was just his way of joking...you think). And honestly ? Yeah, you were pretty sure some of your friends at the JLA thought your husband was a robot, at one point. 

Oh yes. That’s where you were going, to the JLA’s headquarters. To execute Bruce’s plan. Quite the evil plan indeed. 

“Hell, even I thought he was one before I met you guys !” Duke chimed in, and that made Cassandra smile widely, as she shook her head up and down pointing at Duke as if to say : “what he just said”. 

And in a very Bruce manner, your husband kept a straight face, ignoring his children’s teasing. Only you, saw that twinkle in his eyes, that smile that might not reach his mouth, but was definitely dancing in those bright blue eyes. 

Oh yes. Yes, your friends were in for quite the surprise. 

************

Meanwhile, in the Justice League headquarters : 

“Oh, hey ! Look, Batman’s zeta tube is turning on ! We haven’t seen him in a while right ?”  

Indeed they haven’t. Because, well, let’s put it this way : Batman’s wife just had a baby. 

A baby girl (finally, right ? You and Cass weren’t TOO outnumbered anymore). 

And Batman had been VERY busy doting over his baby girl. 

Batman had been busy being Bruce Wayne. 

Just a man, who thought he’d never be happy again, not knowing how to handle all those feelings he had for his wife (for you), for his children. 

That was happiness then, right ? 

So, yes. Batman hasn’t been much at the JLA’s headquarters lately. But your husband thought, it was finally time to go see his friends a little bit. He knew they were all up there, because it was their monthly reunion (once each month, they gathered to talk about the state of the world, the universe, what threat lingered, what lurked beyond...and to get very drunk, and see their friends, the only ones who knew what it meant to be a “hero”). 

And that what’s made him particularly evil. 

He knew, they would all be there. He knew what their reaction was going to be. After all, his memory was amazing, he definitely hadn’t forgot the way they reacted the first time they saw you, the first time they learned he had children (childrEN, plural !). 

And he knew they were a little worried about him. 

He had missed their last three reunions, and only answered : “Everything is ok” to their messages asking if he was alright (they hadn’t dared to go see if he was indeed ok, because last time they did that, they found him bed ridden with all the bones in his body broken, and he got so mad at them for butting in his business he worked twice as hard when he was fine again, and didn’t talk a WORD for months...that was, of course, years ago, before you were in his life, but the experience was still in their minds and so, they decided to respect his privacy, he would come to them when ready). And he never pushed his “red button”, him, or anyone in the family. 

They just assumed he was busy, they hoped it wasn’t anything bad. 

Yes. They were worried. For him. For you. For your kids. For Alfred. For your dogs, your cats, your cow...They. Were. Worried. 

And Bruce knew. 

You told him, when your pregnancy was confirmed, to tell his friends. That they would be happy. But after his own initial happy thought, his surge of hope and love at knowing he was going to be a dad again, he started to make his plan. 

Why tell them, when you could toy with them ? 

“They deserve it.” He told you, and you weren’t sure if they did, but you weren’t about to fight him on that. After all, you too, thought it could be amusing. Amusing to hide your pregnancy, making up excuses as to why they couldn't come see you, and you didn’t come up the headquarter. Amusing, to even hide it quite expertly from any form of news (Bruce was a MASTER of disguise, not only for himself), so it would be a real surprise. 

Amusing, to have your little girl in secret, with only your family. Amusing, but also what you wanted. For this good news to be just between you, your children, and Alfred. Your close family. Because you had too few things that just were yours. 

This had to be yours. Your thing, your secret, your own happiness. Yours, and only yours. And you found it was good, that you guys spend the first few months of your daughter’s life only between yourselves. 

It was nice, to go out “disguised” as a normal couple, and show your daughter Gotham (and how her little eyes already tried to take the entire world within them). 

It was nice, to live in total privacy for a little bit. 

So, yes, you had been a little selfish. And he had, too. You knew it wasn’t just to prank his friends, he kept it all a secret. That it was also to have some quality time with his family. To spend the first few months of his daughter’s life being the only one being utterly smitten with her. 

Though, this last thing wasn't true...You were, too. And your children ? Let’s just say your daughter had not been alone ONCE since she was born. And she seemed to love it. 

Whenever she made the slightest sound, smiled, laughed (or cried), they were there, Bruce was there, absolutely loving that little baby. 

She was almost 4 months old now, and Bruce thought that the gist had to be up. What scale did he use to measure this amount of “readiness” ? You had no idea. You thought he was just now ready to share his happiness with his friends, and not just his close family. 

And so here you were, after months of secrecy carefully crafted and orchestrated by your husband, in the JLA’s headquarters, along with your family, the little new addition to said family in your husband’s arms. 

Evil. Your husband was downright evil. 

He knew that what was about to happen would have a massive impact on his friends. He. KNEW. 

And as the zeta tube brought all your family up there, you knew that as he saw their faces, your husband was a little TOO happy with himself for his little “prank”. 

************

“Batman, are you al- IS THAT A BABY ?” Very typical, very in character : the first to react was Flash himself. 

None of the other noticed, and they seemed inclined to think Barry had lost his mind but then...

Bruce’s face didn’t move an inch, he just held that little “package”, and had his same stoic expression except...Except there was a little hand grabbing at his chin. 

Then another hand appeared out of that bundle Batman carried, with a bat plushie bunched in a tight fist, shaking it and...Cooing. 

Cute little sounds, and the way- EXCUUUuuUuuuUSE ME ?

The way Batman just softly looked at her, the way his cold expression was replaced by a tender one as he lowered his eyes to her ??

WHAT ?! 

They knew. They knew he had THE softest spot for his family. They knew his scary aura greatly dimmed when he was around his wife and children. They knew that when they weren’t there, he was only made of shadows. They were his light, his salvation. 

They knew he didn’t have the same face expression, when they were around.

Well, when they were looking at him...Barry swore that Batman loomed around his family, standing menacingly behind them, his eyes cold and calculating as if he was ready to fight any seconds to save his loved ones, and then whenever they turned to him his feature would instantly soften. He will ALWAYS remember the first time he met little Dickie, 9 years old and so full of joy and life, and how whenever he would look at Batman and talk to him, said Batman got a softer expression somewhat, but then when Dick turned around, Batman looked about to murder them whenever they came too close from him. 

Once, Tim, also 9 at the time, years after the JLA met Dick, told Barry matter of factly : “He doesn’t kill people. He could break your knee caps though” in a very Tim fashion. The kid was serious. And had noticed the aura surrounding his dad, how it changed when he was around (he noticed more than his siblings, because for a while, Bruce had been really cold and distant with him, since he met him not long after Jason’s death..understandable. So he was the only one who had this sort of behavior aimed at him, the shield Bruce put in front of him to keep everyone away so he wouldn’t be hurt, the shield that now was lowered for them and only them). 

It was his eyes. His eyes that were always hard and cold, became different when looking at you or his children. 

Not to say that his family never exasperated him, or that he never had his “mask” around them. After all, Bruce’s stoic expression was his face by default. It’s just that he was often too focused. And that he spend years practicing hiding his emotions, practicing keeping a blank face. Because Barry also remembered seeing Dick perched on his father’s shoulders, letting himself dangle in his back, his head upside down, whistling and kicking his feet, and Bruce having this stoic mask on, concentrated. 

Anyway, they knew all that. It had been years, since Bruce finally trusted them enough to bring his wife here, and his kids. But yet, yet they were still surprised sometimes.

Like today. 

The picture of Batman holding a baby was...a little weird. 

Even if he opened up to them over the years, he was still mostly very cold, distant and aloof. You know, Batman. That’s just who he was. So sometimes, to see him so devoted to his wife or kids, it was odd to say the least. 

And right now, as he walked towards them with a baby in his arms, the shock was real. Damn it, will there be a day when the Bat didn’t surprise them with something ? 

How did none of them notice you were pregnant ? Proof again Batman was a master of his craft. And that little girl...

Oh your daughter was such a beaming ray of sunshine, that in his arms it was particularly a jarring image. 

The big scary bat, tall, broad shouldered, muscular in every way, his face void of expressions, holding a tiny baby who kept smiling at everyone around, and playing with her plushy. 

Odd. 

Yet, sweet. 

Were they surprised ? Yes. 

Were they a little mad he hid something (AGAIN) this important from them ? Definitely. 

Were they shocked that his daughter was so darn cute and smiling and laughing that much ? Not really, because you were his mom too. 

Were they happy for him ? For sure. 

Were they going to adore that little girl ? Probably as much as they adored his other kids already, which meant...yes. Yes they were going to. 

Damn that bastard Bruce. Always so sneaky. 

Hal, couldn’t help but think : “First, he’s not a vampire, then, he’s married with children, and now, he has that cute baby. This guy ??!!” 

***********

The initial shocked passed, and only after your children MOCKED all of your friends (you had to give it to Dick, he knew how to imitate them so well..and when Damian joined in ? Oh, oh it was a fit of laughter impossible to fight that attacked them), did they approach your daughter. 

“Her name is Martha.” Bruce said “We named her after my mother.” and it wasn’t his usual flat tone he used as Batman. No, it was a soft voice he usually only reserved for his kids. And the reason he was using it now ? Well. He didn’t want to scare his daughter, as he still held her. 

She beamed at him when she heard her name, and babbled some baby nonsense. She then turned towards all those new faces, and you saw Bruce’s hand hold her a little tighter. 

Your beautiful, sweet soul husband. He clearly was worried she’d be scared, meeting all those new people. Especially since they all wore mask. But Martha-

Martha let go of her bat plushy (which Damian caught before it touched the floor, rolling on the ground in a way you thought was quite comedic. Oh, that boy), and lifted her arms up towards- 

“What a sweet little girl !” Diana said with a voice you NEVER heard her use. You realized it was her “voice reserved for babies and domestic animals”, and it made you smile. It was higher than her usual voice, and full of softness. 

You thought your daughter reached for her because she could feel the warmness in your friend. And after all, amongst all of those gathered here today, she was probably the one that adored babies the most. 

Diana looked at Bruce, who only inclined his head a little to give her the ok to lift her from his arms but-

Another arm stopped her, and took the baby away. 

Damian. 

Damian, the one who took his role as a big brother a little too seriously. 

He held Martha protectively against him, and literally sneered at all your friends. 

************

Damian deemed most of them unworthy to hold his baby sister, and only Clark ended up being allowed to carry her. And that was partly because Clark was the only one who knew about Martha, the only one who saw her already, and he had months to convince your son to trust him with her. 

Being an extremely close friend and all, you just couldn’t hide this from him and... no, really, you literally couldn’t hide this from him as he was the immediately noticed that second heartbeat when he listened in to make sure you and your family were safe. Bruce hated when he did that, but Clark wasn’t about to let them be in danger without moving an inch.

Anyway, Clark was allowed to hold her, but he gave her back to you rather quickly because your son’s stare made him uncomfortable. If eyes could kill, right ? 

Damian took his job as an older brother very seriously. He would protect her at all cost. And you had no doubt that he would be the kind of person to burn the entire world down if it meant saving his family. 

Damian only glared at everyone, letting them approach ONLY after they put on a surgical mask so they wouldn’t give her their “viruses or whatever”. 

You had to admit he was a bit much, and you asked him nicely to calm down a little. He relented on the face masks, but made them all wash their hands (twice). 

You ruffled his hair affectionately, what a sweet little boy. It broke your heart, how so many people judged him too fast. He really was, a nice kid. With a heart of gold. He just didn’t have much luck for the first few years of his life. 

But he chose to be like this. Chose to love, instead of hate. Chose to protect, instead of attacking. 

Although, right now, as Diana came back towards his sister, he definitely seems ready to high kick her (which definitely wouldn’t have hurt the amazon). 

************

It was a hassle, to convince Damian to let go of his sister so they could hold her. As per usual, it’s Dick who managed to convince him, saying Martha was all soft and cute, and everyone deserved to hold her at least once. Adding that if one of them dropped her, he would be allowed to do whatever he wanted to them. 

Some of the mightiest heroes of the planet were gathered hear, but the threat didn’t fall on deaf ears. Damian could be a little intense, and scary sometimes. 

They weren’t fooled by Dick’s agreeable smile either. A smile that didn’t always reach his eyes. They knew if they messed up, he would find every way to rip them to shreds. Dick was often seen as the calmest of your children, but his anger issues from when he was a child were never far. And he could be ruthless.  

Diana held her first, and your daughter babbled to her excitedly. 

Of course, being only 4 months old, she just talked gibberish. And it was so sweet, how Diana answered her : “What ? *babbles from your daughter* Noooooo. *more babbles from your daughter* I can’t believe he said that. And then what ? *babbles babbles babbles*”. 

After that, Dick took her back, and asked if someone else wanted to hold her, under yours and Bruce’s watchful eyes. 

Then again, in the room, many were also already parents and knew how to hold a baby. They weren’t too worried, except-

Except Dick, that little sh-, had found a new game in recent weeks. Whenever he gave his little sister to someone else...he pretended to drop her. 

And it made him laugh and laugh and laugh, to give mini-heart attacks to EVERYONE whenever he gave them his baby sister to them, as they always all panicked and screamed seeing her dropped (Dick always had her secure, he only pretended to drop her of course). 

“Oh no careful !” He’d scream, dropping his arms suddenly (she looooved it) while still gripping her, and they’d scramble to catch her, and he would just laugh. 

“You little-” Hal’s colorful words were...imaginative. And Damian was inclined to agree, since his brother pranked him oh, I don’t know, only about A HUNDRED TIMES since their little sister was born. 

You wouldn’t admit it, but it made you laugh a little too. Even if he got you a few times as well, pretending he was going to drop her. Then again, you trusted your eldest son. Once you and Bruce wouldn’t be around anymore, you knew he would hold this family together. 

************

Martha was a calm baby. She let people hold her, curious enough to not fuss and watch them all intently. It made Barry uncomfortable, how she held his gaze and would just stare at him. 

She would stare, and stare, and stare, and her bright blue eyes were EXACTLY like Bruce’s, it felt like being stared down by a miniature version of Batman. 

He didn’t like it. So he gave her back to whomever was closest, which happened to be Jason

Jason, who was always very delicate with his little sister. He handled her as if he’d break her. It broke your heart, to know he probably literally thought that. 

He refused to hold her at first, sure he would hurt her. But she kept reaching for him, crying when he wouldn’t take her, and she was so adorable and-

He caved, of course. After a little while. And he was oh, the fixture of a patient older brother. You knew he would ALWAYS be part of her life, and step in whenever she needed to. 

Right now, she was grabbing his hair, which were getting quite long, and pulling hard on them as babies do and- He didn’t say anything. He just let her do it. 

You really hoped she wasn’t going to take advantage of this when she’d get older, even if you already had visions of her having her brothers and father wrapped around her little finger, having her sister too, and...apparently, the entirety of the JLA. 

************

“How can such an a-hole make such a cute baby ?” Hal said, looking at the little girl he held. She was sort of dozing off, which for sure was adorable. 

Bruce only glared at him, which amused Hal greatly. He just gave him the shock of his life, he could laugh at his expense a little, right ? 

“I believe, to make a baby, you need to-”

“Um, no, Jon, please, I know how to ! It’s just-Oh, forget it.” 

Flustered, Hal Jordan was flustered. Jon J’onzz didn’t seem to get why, but then again, human sarcasms and irony were still very foreign to him. He always answered pragmatically to people. 

Talking about pragmatism. Hal handed back your daughter to Tim, who slipped her in his favorite new contraption : the baby carrier 3.0 (of his own design). Made so he could do all sort of work while having her strapped to him. Keeping an eye on her at all time. 

Tim adopted the use of a baby carrier, so he could still work while taking care of her (he stole the idea from his dad, who definitely hung around with his daughter EVERYWHERE with that thing...which was the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen, this tall broad man and this tiny baby attached to his chest). 

It was so cute to see her little feet dangling while he was working. Damian nearly lost it when he found Tim WELDING two pieces of metal together with the baby carrier on his front. Tim merely said : “I made her baby sized goggles and a fireproof pyjama, she’s fine, and she likes it” and indeed, your daughter didn’t have a scratch, and cried when Damian hauled her away from the sparks. Ooooh the smug look on Tim’s face as his brother gave her back reluctantly. Damian’s was utterly vexed. 

Vexation he forgot just a few minutes later, when Martha decided she had enough of sparkles and made little sounds of protest (not quite cries), and reached her little arms to him. 

As of now, Tim had her in this baby carrier again, and was strolling around the JLA headquarters, showing his new little sister to everyone. 

************

Cassandra didn’t say a word, as per usual. She never liked big crowds, only spoke to those she trusted the most. Her brothers, her parents. 

She only gestured to others. Remained quiet. But she monitored every little movements. 

Hawkgirl approached her sister ? Noted. Carefully studying every move. Martian Manhunter asked if he could hold her ? Noted. 

Superman made little babbling sound at her, while her dad held her ? Noted, with amusement. It was funny, to see one of Earth’s mightiest hero grimacing to a baby to make it laugh, while said baby was held by another mighty hero who was utterly stoned face. Cass’ smiled at her dad, who smiled back for a fraction of seconds before Clark shifted his head up to look at him too, and Bruce went back to his : “ -_-” face, by reflex really. 

Cassandra never spoke much, but she loved a lot. And her way of loving her little sister ? It was to always keep a watchful eye on her, so she could react to whatever she needed. And give her space when she needed to. 

She had many brothers, she often joked that if she lost one, she could just replace him (a joke you didn’t like much, because you knew it was just a self-defense from her, to shield her heartbreak at the mere idea of loosing a sibling), but only had one sister...

Yes. Your youngest child definitely held a special place in everyone’s heart. 

And you could see her slowly creep in every members’ of the Justice League’s heart too. 

Gods, you couldn’t even imagine what would happen to the person who would one day try to hurt her. You could bet, though, he wouldn’t get out of it unscathed (to say the least). 

************

Martha was particularly fond of Duke’s inuit kiss. He had the capacity to instantly calm her, and he could easily feel her inner emotions. 

As she was passed around everyone, and she started to be tired and cranky, he simply retrieved her and brought her to Bruce, because he knew that was her preferred spot to fall asleep. 

He kissed her on the forehead, and sure enough, she was asleep before he could pull away. Your husband put a warm hand on Duke’s head, a warm smile on his face. That boy could always tell what others felt. It was a gift, really, and sometimes a curse as others’ feelings could leak into him. Which is to say that sometimes, when others were sad, he would be too...

But for now, he felt content. At peace. Because his dad was, too. 

And indeed, Bruce, holding his sleeping daughter against his heart, his hand supporting her head gently, was utterly at peace. 

He loved the idea that his arms were his daughter’s favorite place to sleep, and never refused to hold her to help her sleep. You sure were a little jealous, but he told you : “They all always come to you when they need comfort, one kid out of six, you surely can give me, right ?” and though you knew he was joking, it broke your heart a little. 

So, you let go of your jealousy, and let him have this indeed. Martha was definitely a daddy’s girl. And that was good. You could see the impact on your husband, how having a baby in the house soothed him. 

He loved his kids so damn much. He often said they were his lights. And the fact Martha found comfort with him ? 

It reminded him of his own parents. How he would go to his mom, a Martha too, to find the same comfort. To fall asleep in the same way. 

You let go of that small jealousy, as you saw her falling soundly asleep, cuddled up against her dad. And it was funny, how Bruce would take his usual Batman persona, stone faced, standing straight and- 

Having one of two fingers held tightly by both of his daughter’s little hands. She grabbed them as he took her, one hand holding her (she was so tiny...and he was a big dude), the other, she used as a sort of comfort plushy. She held them with all her might, as she slept. 

And Bruce was speaking battle plans, and you had to fight the laughter in you as all your friends couldn’t help but stare at the scene, not knowing how to feel. 

Hal snickered at one point, and he made a gesture for him to zip it, and it was quite an odd scene, as he held his daughter and did that childish gesture. 

Seriously. That guy !! 

************

Batman smiling was...different. 

They all got caught staring at him, when he had his daughter in his arms. Staring because his broad smile was-

Well. Broad. 

It wasn’t his signature smirk. It wasn’t a soft smile. It wasn’t a half-smile. It wasn’t a smile that you could only see in his eyes. 

It was a full on big ass smile (as Barry would say). 

And sure, they already saw him smile like that (although he schooled his face back to “stone mode” when he noticed them looking), never that much. 

As if the birth of his daughter gave Batman another new light, and it was just impossible to yield to his old demon, to brood, when holding that ray of sunshine. 

It made them all feel...soft. And warm. 

It was nice, to know the bat wasn’t just a machine. They forgot it sometimes, that he was, in the end, “just” a man. They forgot why he became Batman. The pain and guilt he held inside. But moments like this, they were reminded of it. 

That the Batman didn’t exist because of hatred, but because of love. 

Because he loved his parents, his city, and now- 

His family. 

It was nice, to get reminded that there was a man below the mask. And though he could be an “a-hole” sometimes, there, holding his baby, he was just that. 

A loving man, who wanted to protect others. 

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You made a note of every moments you would cherish forever of you introducing your daughters to them all : 

1. The shock on their faces as they beheld the sight of THE BATMAN holding a baby against him, and being so delicate. 

2. Your daughter being the star of the show, all of them smitten with her !

3. Your friends wanting to hold her, and how they beamed at her (and she beamed back, except with Barry, whom she only stared at for some reasons). 

4. Dick’s “game” of pretending he dropped her, and their panicked reaction. 

5. The success of Tim’s baby carrier, and how now, there was always one up in the tower. 

6. Diana and how it definitely seemed like she would move mountain for that child. 

7. How Clark’s eyes filled with tears again, as he looked at Martha. Because it made his friends so happy. You and Bruce. And especially Bruce. And Clark was an emotional man, who suffered too, and was just so happy “The Batman” was happy. 

8. How Jason seemed at peace with his little sister, and how whenever he held her, he seemed less weary than usual around everyone. Like Cass, he didn’t like much being amongst too many people. But now, it felt like he had an “emotional support baby”. Ah. 

9. Their reactions, past the shock, welcoming that new life in the world. 

10. How Bruce monitored his daughter being held by his friends, holding your hand. Even after all those years, when he acted close to you in his Batman costume, it made you...feel things. He always kept a facade as Batman. A facade that would crumble with his kids, and especially with you. PDA weren’t rare. And even after years at his side, it always made your heart beat wildly when he showed affection towards you in public, because it meant- 

Oh it meant so much. 

And you had so many more moments forever ingrained in your heart from that day spend up at the JLA’s headquarters. 

Too many to count. Some sweet, some hilarious- 

All positive feelings. 

And as you and your family stepped back in the zeta tubes, your friends saying “byyyyye” to Martha especially, with their baby voice (making Bruce roll his eyes), and as she waved at them- 

Waved for the FIRST TIME ever oh. 

Oh it felt like you would die of happiness. 

And still, Bruce’s hands held yours tightly. 

He knew. 

He knew, you were the source of this happiness he thought he could never find again. 

He knew. 

He never loved like that before. 

Yes. It felt like you could just die of happiness.

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And here we are. I hope you enjoyed this. Don’t hesitate to comment and/or reblog, it’s always greatly appreciated :). 

Also, initially, the child was going to be Thomas (their son in my “main” storyline, if you already read a few works from me), but last minute, I was like : “wait no, I want to give Bruce a daughter, and the boys a sister. Also, poor Cass eh ?” and here we are. I really hope you liked this; I’m nervous for some reasons. Anyway. See you soon with another one ? 

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I’M STILL TRYING EVERYTHING

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post prison!spencer reid x fem!reader

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I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me.

-mirrorball, taylor swift

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summary: you’ve never had a date or a relationship that either didn’t work out or end in disaster. now that you have spencer, you’re determined not to let it happen again

cw: referenced bad past relationships, very very vaguely referenced past domestic abuse that honestly could be taken a different way, referenced child abuse (readers parents are STILL not it) again this is a criminal minds fic so references to graphic violence

tags/tropes: hurt/comfort (do i even need to say this? you all know who i am) insecurity, like one line of misogyny and it’s in the past and not brought up again, spencer being soft n worried, HEALTHY COMMUNICATION, spencer is just as gone for reader as she is for him honestly he's just a sap

a/n: back by popular demand !! seriously guys, you have no idea how much the support and comments and reblogs and asks means to me 🥹 the overwhelming amount of love for the first fic made me so happy when people started asking about a sequel i knew i had to !!

read the crossword on the collage for a surprise :)

this one goes out to all my girlies who’ve ever felt like they needed to be less in order to get a boyfriend or keep one. we’ll have our soft love just the way it was meant to be

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Spencer is a really good boyfriend.

Like… a really good boyfriend. You’re not sure if this is how having a real boyfriend is or if Spencer is just like this.

He’s so good to you. He’s just so- so him. You can’t explain it. Can’t put it into words.

He’s very patient with you. You’ve never explicitly stated it, but he’s picked up on your previous relationship experience- or more accurately, your lack thereof. The morning after you’d gone home with him, night consisting of nothing but easy sleep and warmth, he’d asked you out for real. Asked you if you’d go on a date with him, and you’d agreed, a giddy smile fixed firmly on your face.

But you still worry.

All it takes it one conversation with your parents to push things over the edge.

“Yes, dad. He’s very good to me.”

A laugh crackles over the line. “I tell you, your mother and I never thought we’d see the day.”

The words twinge uncomfortably in your chest. “Hey, I’m not that bad. I’ve just been focused.”

“More like uptight.”

“Dad—“

“You know, you still haven’t come out to visit your poor old parents since getting this so-called cushy job. And now you’ve got this boyfriend. You’re too young to settle down. Don’t you think we should meet him?”

Sometimes conversations turn so quickly they leave you stranded— scrambling to pick up pieces of what you thought was going to happen and piece them together to make something new. Something for the new route the conversation has taken.

You couldn’t hold back your sigh if you tried. “We haven’t been dating for that long dad, I don’t want to spring this on him—“

“Sweetie, if we don’t meet him now, why might never meet him. Who knows how long he’s gonna stick around?”

(Sometimes, in moments like these, for just a split second, you wonder how a father could say something like that, to his daughter. You wonder why, wonder what you did wrong. And then, you imagine Hotch saying those same things, and you can’t, and it almost makes you feel a little better.)

Your blood runs cold. “What could you possibly mean by that?”

“Well, you know how things have ended in the past. I’m just saying I’d like to meet him before he’s gone."

You don't dignify his words with a response.

"Come on, honey. I'm just joking with you."

"It's not funny."

"Don't be like that--"

"Goodbye."

You hang up, snapping the phone shut with a sigh.

The older you've gotten, the more conversations with your parents end up like this. You suppose it's the way you 'wasted your potential' or 'never made something of yourself.' They've always held resentment ever since you decided to become an agent. So you know not to take what they say to heart, because their words only come from a place of disappointment and displeasure. It's not a reflection of who you really are or what you've really accomplished.

Or at least, that's what Hotch told you when he'd overheard one of your phone calls. It meant more than you'd let on.

But your Dad's words linger in your head. They're irritating and sharp where they claw around in your head because they're true.

You can count on one hand the amount of romantic endeavors you've had. And from those, they all ended horribly. Your parents lost sympathy towards the end of your attempts, muttered words of needing to try harder to keep them, that you should be satisfied that somebody wanted you at all, that you should try to be less... you.

Try to be less... you, dear. The books and the facts- nobody wants those. Put some more effort into your appearance. Otherwise you'll end up all alone.

You'd tried to take their advice, of course. But the relationships that were fathered your parents direction were not loving. There was nothing soft or gentle or warm about them. You'd never felt more unlovable.

So when the incident with the shooter happened and you were lying on the lecture hall floor, blood coloring the carpet deep scarlet, you'd vowed to never let it happen again. That you were going to use your intellect and wit and passion for what you wanted to do- you'd promised yourself that if you survived, you would try to make your life your own, one step at a time.

This, of course, is easier said than done.

It's easy enough to refuse to let yourself get involved with men who are clearly only interested in your for your badge or your body --though the latter happens so rarely you really don't have to worry about it-- because you don't care about them. They're blips on your radar.

But Spencer? Sweet, sweet Spencer who makes you hot-cocoa and binge watches Doctor Who with you, even the later seasons, which you know he doesn't like as much but you love. Spencer who always has a grounding touch to offer, or a quiet command when you need him. Spencer who puts you first.

But there's a limit to these things, right? As far as you've seen, romantic relationship's are transactional, or conditional. Sometimes both. He can't just... keep doing this forever. It's too kind. Too sweet. It'll come to an end soon. Like, like the honeymoon era in early relationships. That's all it is. Plus, he's older than you, and you have no illusions about your unavoidable impulsiveness and naivety.

You've been told that your standards are too high before. "Struck by the hopeless romantic's arrow," your brother had said once, back when you were still in school, crying over a boy who'd told you that he didn't want to date you because you were too smart for a girl.

"That's not being hopeless romantic. There's no such thing as being too smart for a girl."

"There isn't," He'd amended, "But you're not going to have an easy time finding a guy. You of all people can't really afford to be picky."

He'd been right, in the end. So you're just... having a hard time figuring out how genuine Spencer's actions are. Guy's don't really act all romantic in the context of you. You've been told your whole life to be happy with what you get, and what you've had in the past is decidedly not lining up with how Spencer treats you.

It's a nasty little thing in your ear. Is it real? Does it matter as much to him?

When is it all going to end?

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Rossi make's an offhand comment during a mission that you talk a lot when you're excited about the subject at hand.

JJ agrees. "It's a little unnerving when the subject is the bruising patterns of strangulation."

That little voice comes back.

Too much too much too much too much too much--

"It's useful," You protest, mouth dry.

JJ snorts, "I'm not sure about that. We need to know that the victim was strangled, not what happens to the body during blunt-force asphyxiation."

You'd grown quiet then, let the chatter and musings of the rest of the team wash over you.

Is that something Spencer finds annoying? You have always found things other's view morbid and disturbing fascinating. But JJ is right. No one wants to hear about that.

You brush the comment off, square your shoulders, get back on with the case.

Be better. Try harder.

You don't seen the furrow of Spencer's brows from where he's been watching you, or the quick look he shares with Hotch.

--

You'd never really thought about how clingy you can be before Emily makes an offhand comment about it while the two of you wait in line at a coffee shop. There's a couple in front of you, the girl all over her partner, kissing and giggling and hugging them close.

"Ugh," Emily groans once the two get their coffee and move on. "I could never understand the appeal of all that. I mean doesn't it feel stifling?"

A little stab of ice in your stomach.

"I don't know. I think it's nice."

"No, thank you. If I were her partner, I'd feel smothered."

You think about that conversation every time you take Spencer's hand or lean into his simple touches. They're invasive little things, the thoughts. It's not hard to pull back on all the touching. You never really ask for them in the first place- always too nervous to come off clingy. But you suppose just taking, taking, taking is just the same.

A quick shake of your head, not leaning in, a quiet "I'm fine." and that little nagging fear of smothering begins to quiet. It doesn't leave, but it does get quieter. For a little while, at least.

--

The hard part is trying to be less without noticeably being less. Spencer's smart- and he's a profiler. If you pull back too much too quickly, he'll notice, and you don't want to talk about this yet. You just need to make sure he'll stay. That things won't—

That you won't find out too late that you don't mean as much to him as he does to you.

That's the kind of thing that can't happen again. But ascertaining his true feelings and desires is difficult, because this is all kind's of new territory for you. You want to believe it's real. You really, really want to believe it's real.

But it's never been real before, so why would it be real now?

--

You've asked around (subtly and carefully, of course) about the type of girl Spencer's dated or drifted towards in the past. You know he said he wanted something soft and sweet, but you can't help but think that you're not really either, nor are you in line with his type. All things considered, you're a mess. Something tired-eyed and hollow is how you feel most days. Some sort of creature perhaps? You're honestly not sure what you are. You've spent your entire life being singled out or otherwise othered- always too smart or too different or too weird or too much or too loud or too quiet or too shy or too, too, too. Always too something. You have never been called soft or sweet. In a demeaning way, sure, but never with the quiet reverence that Spencer said it with that night.

It feels like a balancing act, a bit. Holding all those too much parts so close to your chest with one hand and shoving the ones you think Spencer wants with the other hand.

You could probably drop the one hand. The one holding the bad parts. But you're just not convinced he'll stay. You're not sure that he won't look at them with some form of disgust or pity or something else terrible.

You know the balancing act isn't sustainable— you'll fall eventually, and everything will come crashing down, but until then, you just keep trying. Trying to see if he'll stay, trying to see what to do if he won't. How to ensure he will, if that's something that's possible.

--

The act does not hold up for as long as you hoped it would. It comes crashing down with a glass. Literally.

You and Spencer are in the kitchen on a rare weekend off, cooking and drinking wine and swaying to some little old love song.

It should be perfect, except you're worrying that you look ugly while you're dancing, and you're probably singing off-key, and he maybe wants you to shut up so he can hear the song or dance in peace.

He reaches towards you and you just— your brain shrieks for a moment, all senses going into overdrive and you jerk backward, and your elbow knocks into your wine glass, and it falls, shattering behind you with a deafening crash.

Your entire body tenses, waiting for yelling or sighing or something, because you broke the glass, there's crystalline shards everywhere, the wine red and it looks like blood, maybe it is, maybe you're bleeding because the glass was really close to your foot when it fell but you're not sure because you can't really feel your feet or your fingers or—

"Don't move," Spencer says, voice serious, and tears well in your eyes, because this is when it all ends isn't it? "I don't want you to— honey?"

"Yes?" You croak.

His eyes are swimming with concern as he takes in your hunched shoulders, shallow breaths, and scared expression.

Understanding flickers in his features, and you resist the urge to hold your breath.

"Nothing is going to happen to you because of the glass, okay? Everything is fine. We're fine. I'm not mad. See? I'm not mad. I just don't want you to cut your feet on the glass. I'm going to clean this up and get your slippers, okay?"

"Okay." You breathe, voice hoarse. You wring your hands nervously as he leaves to retrieve the necessary supplies to clean the mess, heart beating so fast and so hard you're shocked you can't see it through your shirt.

He's not mad. He's not mad. You're not in trouble. Your parents aren't here. You're not grounded. You're not in trouble. He's not mad.

You're silent while he cleans, focused on getting your breathing under control while he babbles quietly about the history of glass making and the significance of types of wine glasses. The facts and history wash over you in steady waves, easing the tension in your shoulders bit by bit.

"I didn't think you were going to hit me, Spencer."

He continues cleaning. "It's okay if you did. I would never blame you for that."

"But I don't," You say, suddenly desperate, "I know you wouldn't, I've never been hit, not like that."

He's quiet for a few minutes. "Does this have something to do with how you've been acting recently?"

You freeze. "What do you mean?"

He looks up, leaning back on his knees. Making himself smaller, you realize. He's trying not to scare you again.

"You're dating a profiler. Also, I speak fluent you, and you've been chewing all your hangnails again. You only do that when you're stressed and pretending like you're not."

Your finger's twitch at your sides.

His hands come up slowly, and he rubs the length of your waist and hips. "We don't have to talk about it right now, but I think we should soon. I don't want you hurting all by yourself. You've had enough of that. That's what I'm here for."

He finishes cleaning up the glass, and finishes cooking dinner- he'd assured you he'd turned off all burners when the glass hit the floor, so nothing's burnt.

Once you've both eaten, he steers you towards the couch and wordlessly puts on Doctor Who.

The Pandorica is just about to open when you finally decide that if you don't start talking, you never will.

"My parents think you're going to leave me."

Spencer makes a wounded noise in his throat. "Why do they think that?"

"Because it's happened before. I'm, um. I'm not very good at getting into relationships. Or keeping them."

"But that's not your fault."

You sniff hard, rubbing your face with your sleeve. "It is though, isn't it? At least a little. I know I can be a lot. I know I'm not easy to—"

You cut yourself off, but the words hang in the air anyway; unsaid.

I'm not easy to love.

"Anyway," You say, pushing through the lump in your throat. "I just thought. I don't know. I was worried that you'd get fed up with me."

"No," He whispers, voice raw and full of something a lot heavier than fond. "No, no baby. I like that you're clingy and you ramble when you get excited, because it means that we get to talk about something together."

He shifts on the couch, sitting criss-crossed, ducking his head down to catch your gaze. "You know what else I like?"

You scoot over, mirroring his position. "What?"

"I like that you always know when I need you. Even when I don't think I do, you're there. Because I do need you. This isn't a one-way street."

His words hit you straight in your chest. "Oh."

He smiles, brows a little scrunched, brown eyes a deep pool of fondness and a splash of concern. "Yeah. And I'm thinking you need me a little more than you want to let on."

The seam of your pajama pants suddenly becomes the most interesting thing in the world. Amazing, the wonders of a sewing machine.

"Maybe."

"Mmm," He hums, "So if I need you, don't you think that you're allowed to need me?"

Your fingers pick and twirl a loose thread around. "...Yes?"

A large, firm hand covers your thigh, giving it a quick squeeze. "Yes. Not only are you allowed to need me, I want you to need me. Cause you know how you're always worried about being the best girlfriend? Well, I'm always worried about being the best boyfriend."

That makes you look up. "Really?"

He chuckles again, a little puff of air fanning your face. "Yes, really. I assure you, contrary to your past experiences, this is one of those bare minimum things in a relationship."

"That does not," He continues, immediately catching the brief flicker of doubt and shame on your face, "Mean that it is your fault at all for how you were treated in the past. You wouldn't expect me to suddenly become an expert in veterinary medicine just because I've been to the vet's office a few times, right?"

"When did you go to the vet's—"

"Shh, I'm being a good boyfriend," He holds up a hand, lips quirking up when you can't suppress a tiny giggle, "But seriously. You had no frame of reference, right? And you were being told it was your fault. But it wasn't. You didn't deserve that."

He lets his words hang in the air for a little while and allows you time to process this new information.

"What do I do now?"

"Well," He leans in, brushing his nose against yours, curls tickling your forehead, "You've got a pretty sweet deal here. Just three things. You have to keep letting me need you, let yourself need me, and one last little thing."

"What?"

You're so close your breaths are mingling.

"Let me show you what this is supposed to look like. How a man is supposed to treat a pretty girl. His pretty girl."

"Oh, well," Heat rushes to your cheeks, your stomach doing flip-flops, "That sounds pretty hard. I don't know how I'll hold up."

His hand comes up to hold the side of your face, his thumb sweeping strokes under your eye.

"You say that now, but I know what happens to you when I get romantic. You swoon."

You laugh. "I do not swoon."

"You will."

He leans down, capturing your lips in a soft, gentle kiss. It isn't a kiss-kiss. He's kissing you just to kiss you; just to let you know that he's here, that you have him.

It's sweet and perfect and exactly what you need.

--

Letting yourself need Spencer is marginally easier now that you know he needs you. Now that you know you're not going all in for someone who isn't.

He also starts needing you a bit... louder.

It's late evening, and most people have gone home except you and a couple other members of the team, all still working on paperwork.

Except Spencer, who's decided to drape himself over your shoulders like a cat, his chin resting on your head.

"Don't you have work to do?"

"Either finished it or it can be done later."

You shift your shoulders, smiling at how his grumbles vibrate against your back.

He moves his head, pressing his cheek to your head instead of his chin, heaving a deep sigh.

"Your hair smells good."

"Like what?"

"You're shampoo. Yours always smell better than mine."

You continue to work through your paperwork, Spencer a continuous and solid weight against your back.

"Is this even comfortable for your back at all?"

"Doesn't matter. Need girlfriend time."

He can't see it, but you're sure he knows how hard you blush.

--

Spencer's cooking the two of you a late breakfast in the kitchen of his apartment, hair still all mussed from sleep. He's quite the sight. You can't stop staring.

You're sitting on the counter, still dressed in your pajamas, legs swinging.

"You wanna know something cool?"

"You know it,"

"Butterflies and moths can drink blood and tears. There's nutrients in them. Purple Emperor butterflies are especially known for this. It's called mud-puddling."

"So you're telling me I should make sure I bandage any open wounds before I go to a butterfly house?"

"I guess. I can't imagine they'd be able to drink enough blood to actually cause any damage."

"Maybe we'll have to go to a butterfly house. For research."

"Should we get dinner afterwards?"

"We'll deserve it, you know, for all the hard research we'll have done."

"Hmm. Yes, I suppose so."

--

Spencer's bed is infinitely more comfortable than your bed. You're pretty sure it's a combination of the fact that it's the only thing in the entire world that smells so much like him and the fact that he spent part of his large FBI paycheck on a fancy mattress. Back support is very important to him.

You're doing a little reading before bed, shamelessly sprawled all over him while he does his own reading. You've got a leg hooked over his hips, the other tangled with his legs, and your arms and head pillowed on his chest. You move a little every time he takes a breath, and more than once you've paused in your reading, mesmerized by the feeling.

He shifts under you, setting his book down on his night stand and making himself more comfortable.

"Should I move?"

"No," he says, voice deep and gravelly with sleep. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to him, face pressed to the crook of your neck. He breathes deep, scruffy stubble scratching against your skin. "Like you close. Good for sleep."

Even with the lamp on, and your book in your hand, you fall asleep soon after him.

--

It's an ordinary evening for the two of you. Discarded dishes sit on the coffee table in front of the t.v, neither of you paying them any attention, wrapped up in each other and eyes glued to the screen.

You look up at Spencer who's watching Doctor Who with the focus of a man who's never seen it, even though you know for a fact he's seen it before, several times in fact.

"I want to know the things you like," He'd said simply, the one time you'd asked why he takes your nightly Doctor Who watching so seriously.

And tonight's no different. Tonight, he looks... well, he looks like Spencer. His face illuminated by the TV screen, his hair all mussed from you running your hands through it earlier.

And it just kind of all hits you at once. You know.

"I love you."

He looks down at you, his expression soft and surprised. When your words register, his expression is so sickeningly fond and happy you can't help but lean in, burying your face in his chest. He rubs your back consolingly, then presses a little kiss to the crown of your head.

"I love you too."

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