#cant work yourself to the bone if you dont have bones in the first place

[pizzabox-box]

The guy is totally not losing his marbles.

Another sneak peak from the upcomming comic, it's about 55% done at the moment

[ever-after-aaa]

This prompt........ i had some thoughts. One of my favs

Tim Drake and Jason Todd are both halfas. They just don’t know it for a while.

HI BONES I JUST WOKE UP FROM THIS DREAM AND HAD TO SHARE.

There’s something recogonized between them, when Robin meets Red Hood in Titan’s Tower. But it’s a mystery to both of them what - especially Jason. There’s no reason for the new Robin to reek of the Dead - not like him. 

The truth comes out a few years later, in hushed whispers of a desperate Tim Drake - something is happening that reminds him of something terrible: after the first week of truly being in the Robin suit, he has a gap in his memory of weeks. Okay a couple months, accurately.

He’s hidden this well - the gap is after he’d taken a fairly serious injury, something that nevertheless had a relatively low recovery time. So Batman and Nightwing never noticed that it caused him to, technically, die. And like hell Tim would tell them that, especially then.

The thing is that few missing months.

Tim has put together what happened in those months; he’d always kept copious notes for himself. And Bruce and Dick shouldn’t be bothered if he has a bit of amnesia.

After he “died” he was Robin - notes on his computer tell him what he did, notes in the Batcomputer fill him in on the cases. But the notes never refer to himself as Tim. And the tone and methods for what he did - well, they're like Tim’s. Tim can follow all the logic in them. They just seem… off somehow. 

But there’s no memory left to him, between that moment when his heart stopped in the Robin suit to a moment, months later, of waking up in the Medbay after Dick rescued him from the Drake household - targeted by a magic user with questionable morals who claims he was dead and wrong. 

So he was checked out by Constantine or Zatanna or someone and they confirmed that no, that’s not the case and that’s definitely Tim in the body.

Once they get there.

The thing is, the more Tim looked into it, the less he thinks that rogue magician was actually mistaken. He’s a little faster now, a little stronger. Sometimes it’s like he’s invisible, or hanging just a little too long in the air on the grapple - but in the next moment, that’s gone, and he’s just Tim again. Human Tim.

So a couple years later when Jason shows up, and there’s that Recognition - Dead to Dead - that he gets from no one else… the memories start filtering in. Now Tim has the memories of being - well - a ghost, in the Ghost Zone, desperately searching for a way back, a way home, filtering in.

Now for a couple years after that beatdown in Titan’s Tower - a beatdown that should have left him truly dead, or healing for months longer - but his recovery time has always been faster since those missing months, especially in the minutes and hours right after the injuries, where they’re easier to hide a bit. Now there’s a threat to all the ghosts in Gotham, and Jason and Tim wind up in deep.

Hunted by the Guys in White.

And Jason is angry because maybe he’s a weird undead reanimation of a corpse, but Tim sure isn’t and these bastards aren't touching his little brother. And Tim is all like “So there’s this thing that happened.” and he’s (falsely) convinced that if Jason just left him Jason would be okay and the GIW would stop hunting them.

And Jason is gobsmacked - and smacked with memories. Memories he didn’t… really have before, not through the Lazarus haze. Not really. Memories of being Tim.

And then the Dates slot together in his head and oh shit oh shit oh shit.

The day Tim died and something possessed him? Was the day Jason crawled out of his grave and was found, catatonic, on the streets.

And the day Tim regained control of his body.

Was the day Jason was shoved into the Lazarus Pit.

Fuck. He hurt his baby brother more than he ever realized. Fuck.

(They eventually figure out, maybe with a bit of help after they rescue some more experienced ghosts from the assholes in white, that Tim… really would have died fully that day, had Jason’s ghost not possessed his body, bringing it back to life, heart beating and lungs breathing. And he kept it breathing until Tim was called back to it. And the effort Jason put into that - breathing and beating and keeping that living spark alive - was the jump Jason’s own body needed to truly wake up from his grave.)

Yeah so anyway they both say to the GIW: no you don’t not MY fucking BROTHER you don’t. And so do all the other Bats. 

And the GIW is fucked.

[blegh-110]

How would reader react to Tangerine coming home sick or injured? We already know he would baby the hell out of her if roles were reversed but would she try and take care of him if he needed help?

okay, so the reader in general has a very, very big heart. no matter who the person is, she will always feel for them, and she hates that. she thinks its a weakness of hers. even if its a person she hates, she cant stand seeing them in any kind of pain, she just gets no satisfaction from that.

so when tangerine comes stumbling through the front door, groaning with cuts all over his arms and bruises forming all over his face, the first thing reader feels is shock. she always sees tangerine come back from a mission with a bruise or two, and usually a bloody nose. thats all. and he is able to carry himself with no issue. but he just looked horrible. his lip was busted, both eyes beginning to bruise, as well as his cheeks. he had abandoned his blazer, only wearing his white button up, but it was absolutely drenched in blood and shredded up, like he was constantly being sliced up.

she covers her face and cringes when tangerine bumps himself into the table and doubles over, cursing in pain. not knowing what to do, she curled herself up on the couch with peach, not wanting to be seen by him. luckily, he passes by very slowly into the kitchen. every step and groan is torture for her.

the last straw for her was seeing tangerine bring out a giant bottle of rubbing alcohol and poor it directly over his the cuts on his arms. she jumps out off of the couch, placing a confused peach where she sat, and quickly walked to the kitchen.

"tangerine, stop it!"

he flinches when hearing you, thinking you were asleep upstairs.

"what are you doin' up so late?" he asks with furrowed eyebrows. he takes your sleep schedule very seriously. he knows you worked yourself to the bone and barely slept before bringing you into his life. not even getting the recommended minimum time.

"i dont know, i couldnt sleep. dont put this stuff on your cuts, it doesnt actually help."

tangerines heart speeds up he feels your hands gently grab his arm and bring it over the sink.

"wash it with water and soap instead, okay" you look up at him to make sure hes paying attention only to see he was already staring at you. even with the handful of bruises and blood on his face, he was still the most handsome man youve ever seen. you cough and bring your attention back to his arm.

"cool water, okay?"

"okay"

after cleaning the cuts on his arms, you ask him to clean the ones on his chest and stomach himself. you couldnt bring yourself to even think about doing it, you know youd get distracted.

the most you did was clean the blood off of his face, and even that was difficult. being so close to him and holding his face in your hands. the way tangerine closed his eyes and sighed when you brushed his hair back will forever be engrained into your mind. you couldnt resist doing it again just to hear his pretty sighs and feel his hair running through your fingers. this was the perfect moment to feel him without actually giving into his advances, and you took it.

after cleaning his bloodied cheek, you couldnt stop yourself from softly brushing over it with your thumb. after the last swipe, you had to pull yourself away before you did something you know youd regret.

"okay, i think thats good"

tangerine nodded his head, a little dazed from all your touches. you felt a little giddy to have affected him this much.

"thank you so much, my love" and he ends the night with his hands cradling your neck and a kiss to your cheek.

[bingusbongu]

A/n: goodness im on a role tonight! Ive actuslly felt like writing! Here is my absolute favorite comfirt nerd, and his dating headcanons, goodness dont we just love our nerds<3333 i know i do! May rewrite tomorrow! I wrote this as midnight lmao, prolly many mistakes!

TW: MENTIONS OF MURDER, ABUSE, KIDNAPPING, ABD BLOOD, aslo fluff:)

Dr. Flug relationship headcanons!

• honestly, Flug still dosnt understand how he managed to het together with you

• he figured out he liked you awhile back, but thought he didnt have any time for love at first, until you waltzed in and made his heart spin in his own chest

• regardless, he still gets so incredibly nervous around you, he cant help it! He has this overwhelming sense to impress you in every way possible, whether that be showing you his latest invention, or just him doing something incredibly dangerous infront of you, nearly giving yourself a heart attack

• when he did that and it came out successful, you ran up to him to make sure he was okay, blabbing about how he could have hurt himself.

• flug was confused, until his heart skipped a beat in realizing that you were worried

• you were worried about him

• no one had ever cared if he got hurt, neither did he, he just took care of it himself. But you, you were the first person to actually care for him, to look over him in panic that he was harmed

• if he wasnt in love to begin with, he was sure as hell in love now

• you cared, geniunly cared about him, and you were so nice to him

• whenever Blackhat would use Flug as his own personal punching bag, you were always by Flugs side instantaneously after, already taking care of him and patching up his wounds. No matter the amount of blood, you did everything you could to help him, in any way you could

• You were helping him, a insane maniac, a killer, and yet, you showed not a hint of fear

• he was completely head over heels

• Sometimes (alot), Flug would end up working himself down to thd bone, to where he was on like his 9th cup of caffine just to finish a project

• and you would try to persuade him to go to bed, snd when that dosent work, you take the initiative

• you pick him up, and drag him away from his work

• he was hardly much weight at all, so you could easily lift the frail scientist into your arms and take him to bed.

• he would try to struggle, but he was obviously way to tired to protest, and just let himself sink into your arms and rest his head on yoir chest. If he wasnt so tired, he woukd be a flusterd mess, but he was exhausted

• you thought Flugs bed would be way to uncomfortably for him, so instead, you took him to your own. Laying him down on your comfy bed and tucking the poor guy in, and as soon as he hit the pillows, he was out.

• and when i say out, he was completely and utterly knocked out, dead asleep

• when he woke up, he nearly paniced, but realized it was your room, only for him to go into even more panic when he found you laying in bed with him reading a book

• he frantically tried to say sorry and get up, but you were quick to grab him and pull him back to your bed, soothing him and telling him to go back to sleep

• he would protest, but... he felt oddly safe, something he hadnt felt in a long time, and with you there, it felt... nice. As soon as he layed back down, he passed out once more

• from then on, he would occasionally ask to sleep in your room, because he found it more comfortable, and it was a safe place for him to go

• Flug is ever so greatful for you and your kidness to him, he was so... lovesick he couldnt help it. Youre the first person to treat him with kidness, what do you expect?

• when you two get together, Flug woukd be very clumsy. He dosnt know hardly anything about love, he just gets so nervous

• Your going to have to reasure him and make sure he dosnt overwhelm himself

• he is alittle hesitant with affection, despite how much he craves it, he is still unsure, sincecso far all the touches he has gotten fron people were bad

• so you were determined to show him you werent gonna harm him in any way

• your first act of affection was slipping your hand into his while you were walking together. He sputtered incoherently, and nearly bluescreened. But instantly, your warmth soothed him, and he found himself softly holding your hand back

• kisses are a different thing, he gets so nervous when it comes to that. The thought of kissing you makes his heart thump so hard it makes his body shake. He is way to flustered to actually do it, especially a kiss on the lips, he wasnt ready to show you, yet

• and of course, you did the first move, and after a mission, you lightly kissed the top of his bag before bording the ship

• he stopped working, and nearly passed out

• he was a completely flustered mess around you after that, he lovedthe contact, but was so afraid to ask you for more, so he just clamped his mouth shut

• you only realized ome day when he had stopped talking about his day and his gaze landing on your lips. So, you leaned over and kissed him on his bag where his mouth would be

• god he was over the moon

• he feels so safe around you, its the first time he had evr felt that way, he appreciates how being in your presence just makes him calm, or when he is paniced, how you calm him down with loving and gentle words.

• geniunly adores you and everything you do, though he always wants to make sure youre safe, if youre going to be his safe haven, je needed to make sure you were safe, aswell.

* always has a hatbot watching after you to make sure you are okay

• dong blame him! He is worried!

• the first time yall cuddled, Flug was so confused, he had came to your bed to sleep for the night, and you invited him closer

• he obliged, but almost instantly, you carefully wapped your arms around his back and pulled him close

• he was blushing maddly, unsure of what to do, as he tried to pull away but couldnt. He body instantly sank into the comfort of your own warmth, trapping him andhis touch starved self into a hug

• maybe it was fine for one night...

•it happend almost evry night, and Flug loved it. Secretly, ofc

• thr first timd he verbally asked was when he was do exhausted, and wanted nothing more thsn to go lsy down with you and cuddle, (as in cuddle, i mean snuggle his head into your chest and pass out)

• Flug trusts you, youre tge main person he has actuslly ever trusted. You help him in so msny ways

•not to mention you let him ramble about his inventions and plains to you, he liked impressing you, he loves how yoi would sit and listen to him talk and rant, even allowing him comfort and a shoulder to cry on

• you would hold him as he cried and rocked him tell he calmed down and fell aslesp

• He didnt know how much he truly needed you, someone to love him

• geniunly, he feels so lucky to have you in his life, someone who loves and cares for him instead of breaking him into further pieces, you actually tried to glue Flugs pieces back together yourself and it was working

• Flug adores you in every way possible, he is so in love with you, he felt wanted

• especially when something happened to you, and you immediate came to him of all people, to him

• it made Flug feel special, that you chose him, not someone else, he dosnt feel like he deserves it, or deserves you

• but you are bound to do everything in your power to show him how much you loved him

[justalittleficsideblog]

Heyy!!! I'm kinda new to tumblr... uhm.. so idrk how to work this. could you do like a touch-sensitive MC x the bros? (basically howd they react, also what i mean is like mc that'll tense up at the slighest touch but not in like a "i hate it, dont touch me there." its like a "im very surprised, but keep going." way??? sorry if this isnt the right place im like very new to tumblr- (obey me btw)

Hey anon! I did the first 3 eldest for this prompt. Let me know if you want the rest of them for this prompt! I really liked writing this, it kinda got me outta my writer's block that I'd been sitting with for a bit.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none.

Lucifer, Mammon, and Levi with a touch starved!MC

Lucifer

he didn’t really notice it at first, hes not one to initiate much contact himself unless you do. I wouldn’t really consider him touch starved, more like he is untouchable.

as the two of you grow closer though he does notice how you shy away from large hugs or related moments from his brothers.

The two of you had been invited out to one of the popular festivals in the devildom. Lucifer, being the ever-cautious demon, made it a point to stick close to you amongst the sea of demons that were swarming the streets.

Lost from the other brothers, you stuck close to Lucifer, hovering just out of his reach but close enough that you could feel the broad scope of his shoulders behind you. As you were looking throughout the stalls, one of the more interesting food ones caught your attention, causing you to bump into a lesser demon walking by.

As you squaked an apology, you felt a sudden hand on your shoulder. Pulling you back into his chest, Lucifer snarled at the lesser demon and moved you both out the way.

You had startled at his touch. You weren’t bothered by it per se, but his broad hand grasping your smaller shoulder wasn’t something that you were familiar with.

“Does my touch… bother you?” he asked cautiously, gently lifting his hand away from you and holding it against his side. “I apologize for earlier—”

“Oh no!” you yipped. “It’s… not really like that. I don’t mind you touching me. I’m just not used to that sort of… “ you trailed off.

“intimacy?” he tried, eyebrow raising in question.

You huffed a laugh, “something like that, yeah.”

“well, then.” He started, tucking a loose strand of hair over your ear before he reached to take your hand. “Maybe some exposure therapy would work?”

You smiled, squeezing his hand back before leading him out into the crowd.

Mammon

I feel like he would be really similar in this regard. Like, he would want to touch and hold you, but anytime you brush fingertips or he grazes your side he would like flinch and run off.

So if anything you’d have to be more into giving him a gentle nudge as well. a learning experience if you will.

Ever unaware of your mutual pining, Asmo is the one that ends up giving you both a nudge, insisting that you both go to a stuffy night club with him. However, you both found yourselves tied together, Asmo nowhere in sight.

“I cant believe he just up and left us!” Mammon tossed up his hands, voice booming over the loud music and bass that reverberated through your bones.

He slammed his hands down, accidentally brushing harshly against you in the process. You noticed he jolted away, face turned as if he was looking for Asmo in the crowd of people.

You tried to shout to get his attention, but he seemed too preoccupied pretending to search the crowd. You huffed, moving against the sea of bodies to reach out for him.

Just as your hand reached out, you felt yourself get jostled by a clearly intoxicated demon. Causing you to flail and tip backwards.

A warm hand gripped your shoulders. Surprised at the touch, you scrambled forwards getting your bearing again.

Mammon threw his hands up in mock surrender, grimacing.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” you shouted over the crowd. Mammon made a confused face, and gently grabbed your fingers to lead to towards a less busy area of the club.

He immediately released his grip when you were both alone.

“Geez.. uh, sorry about that. I know you’re like.. weirded out about me touchin’ ya and all but—” he rubbed the back of his hand, eyes lowered as he spoke to you.

“What? Oh no! Mammon, please. I was just startled is all, I’m not used to being… held like that.” You smiled, gently easing your head onto his shoulder.

He tensed up beneath you briefly before relaxing into you, leaning his head on top of yours.

“How about we get out of here?” you murmured, glancing up towards his eyes.

He gave you a crooked smile, before grabbing your hand and pulling you out the door.

LEVI

I feel like with Levi, he’d be very into “accidental” brushing up against your shoulder, leaning in to show you how to use his controller or reaching across you to grab some popcorn or snacks while you watched shows.

I don’t think he’d truly realize it until you brough it up yourself. Or when he noticed you would shy away from him a bit.

He definitely got self-conscious about it. did he smell? Were you uncomfortable around him? He would sit there and worry about it and distance himself from you for a while he sat with his thoughts.

It was the second time that he cancelled plans with you that you went into his room to figure out why he was avoiding you.

You knocked repeatedly on the door in front of you, anxiously tap tap tapping your foot as you waiting for it to open. When there was no response you called out.

“Levi! It’s me, I’m coming in.”

You pushed the door open and scanned the room for him. Looking for that familiar frame you finally spotted him curled in the tub, a blanket draped over him as he stared at his D.D.D.

“Levi?” you muttered softly, tentatively walking over to him. “Is something wrong? Why have you been avoiding me?”

He huffed and turned over. “It’s nothing.”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s clearly something if you can’t even talk to me about this.”

There was a long pause.

“Do you hate it when I touch you?” The words were spoken so softly you almost had to strain to hear them.

Brows furrowed; you tilted your head to gaze over the tub.

“Any why would you think that?”

“am i… repulsive to you? You finch whenever I get too close, or shy away from me when we sit near each other.” He sounded heartbroken, his voice cracking towards the end of it.

You kneeled down by him, your cheek resting on the side gazing down at him.

“I have never been repulsed by you. It’s more of the opposite, really. I’ve just… got little experience with being touched at all, so I’m just unsure how to react when anyone gets close to me.” You paused. “I don’t… I want to be touched, though.” Your cheeks aflame, you turned away.

Suddenly, you felt yourself getting pulled in. crashing into a firm body and arms wrapping around your torso. His face was buried in your hair, and you could almost feel his grin.

“Maybe we can learn together.”

[kindaspooky-gemini]

TRIGGER WARNING

Eating disorder recovery

THE THINGS THEY DONT TELL YOU.

- EXTREMELY LOW POTASSIUM CAN BE A RESULT OF CONSTANT VOMITING/PURGING - this causes muscle contortions resulting in loss of hand function, feet function and in some cases like mine, loss of function of your mouth/jaw/face - this lasts for HOURS AT A TIME.

- if you a female suffering with ED you most likely ( NOT ALWAYS, AND SOME MEN TOO BUT MORE COMMONLY IN NEURODIVERGENT MISDIAGNOSED FEMALES) have a dual diagnosis and the ED is a symptom of one of your disorders that isn’t getting the right attention.

- When you finally digested your first small meal in 2 and a half years and instead of feeling proud you gotta spend 24 hours awake crippled in pain in the bathroom because your digestive system has no idea how to start working again.

- How it feels ten times worse purging a meal that you have actually half digested and have tried so hard to keep down that as soon as you smell any other food you are reduced to gagging and can’t be taken normal places

- Crying over bloating and covering all the mirrors in the house and hating yourself because YOU DONT WANT TO DIE FROM THIS DISEASE but watching yourself double in size Infront of your eyes is so triggering you cant be left on your own otherwise you’ll purge to the point where you can’t move

- self harming whenever you make any progress because progress means gaining weight and that means you deserve to be punished

-being reduced to tears every time you use the toilet because you have made yourself bleed because your body hasn’t functioned the way it’s supposed to for so long, it’s gotten used to not having normal bodily functions

- the feeling of self loathing that comes with watching the person you love/people who support you deal with your bodily fluids due to needed physical assistance and having to not internalise that so you don’t hate yourself even more

- hearing the heartache in your mums voice when she cries and begs you to get better

- the horrendous taste you get in your mouth when your body starts breaking down food for the first time in 2 and a half years

- MY HAIR IS FALLING OUT.

- the lack of sleep just from how fucking boney you are and even when you do get comfortable you get pressure sores from your bones sticking out in places like hips, shoulders, knees etc

- feeling like giving up because you can’t remember what being healthy even is anymore but your so scared of dying that you have to agree to anything that might possibly make you better

PLEASE SEEK HELP IF YOU OR SOMEONE YOU LOVE SHOWS THE EARLY SIGNS OF DISORDERED EATING OR AN EATING DISORDER - this could include restrictions, calorie counting, replaces meals with exercise, laxatives, recreational drugs etc.

Being skinny is not worth dying over, I realise this now ❤️

Recovery is hard ❤️ But I don’t want to die from this ❤️

[fangirlstorycreator]

Terry KK3 X Reader

Context: Terry gets caught in the rain outside, and it's safe to say, you enjoy the view...😏

Since you could remember, you loved flowers, and always wanted a garden to have them. Your favourites were a little blue coloured flower called forget-me-nots, and also white roses. You didnt know if you could grow your main favourite flower in the garden though, orchids. Since you had moved into Terry's place when you got engaged, he pretty much gave you the back garden. He never used it, and he didnt ever have any plan to do anything either. One day as a suprise, Terry had come come from work with some flower seeds, both white rose and forget-me-nots. You were over the moon that he remembered as well as buying them for you, he was just the sweetest.

He was one of the most important, rich and busy men in LA, but even when he was busy, he always made time for you, that's one of the things you loved about him. He had priorities, but you were his only number 1. You planted them in the garden and when they started to grow, it made the garden look beautiful, there were so many sunny days that really enhanced the scent of the flowers and the colours all around it. However, there was one day that you bought an orchid you could plant in the garden, but unfortunately there was an incident where you slipped on a wet floor after the cleaner didnt put a sigh up, and when you walked across it, you slipped and landed on your hand to try and break the fall, breaking the bones in your wrist.

The cleaner was instantly in the room, holding the wet floor sign and she felt so bad about what happend. She helped you up and alerted Terry who was upstairs in his office. He was so worried for you as your wrist started to swell and it was so painful you couldn't move it, so he instantly took you to the hospital for an x ray. You had explained the situation to him in the car and that it was an accident, the cleaner was bringing the wet floor sign, but you just got their first, it was an accident. After the explanation, he did calm down a little, weather its accidentally or on purpose, he still doesn't like you getting hurt. There was a shattered small bone in your wrist, so the doctor put your hand in a small cast to keep it secure, you could still use your fingers, but couldn't move your hand.

A few days later, you walked into the kitchen and saw the orchid you brought, you had completely forgot about it. You reach out to take it, along with the little box of gardening tools next to it, when Terry walked in. "Hey baby, ooh that's a nice flower, isnt that an orchid?" "Yeh it is, I got it the other day, I was going to plant it in the garden, I wont be too long" "Ah ah ah wait a minute Y/N, you cant do that" "Why not?" "Uhhh hello!" He says pointing to your wrist. "Oh Terry, it's not that bad" "I dont care,the doctor said you need to rest it. So, I'll plant it for you instead" "Really? Are you sure?" "Of course, why not?" "Well Terry you've said yourself you dont get on well with planting" "I know I said that, but for you, I'll do anything" You rest your hand on his chest and give him a soft kiss. "Thank you babe, that's so sweet of you" "No problem baby, where do you want it?" "There's a spot next to the lily's, that would be perfect"

He takes the orchid and the tools, and kisses your cheek before walking out to the garden. It was so nice of him to do this for you, you really did love him so much, and were so happy you were going to be marrying him. You watched him through the glass doors looking out onto the garden, he was wearing his thin white shirt and a pair of blue jeans, you couldn't deny that he looked sexy. What both you and Terry didnt realise, was that a suprise storm cloud was looming. Terry was on his hands and knees, just finishing the hole before putting the flower in, when the heavens opened right on top of him, soaking him within seconds of it hitting the ground. You could see him getting frustrated, but he didnt come in yet, he was determined to plant this flower before coming in, he was already soaked, he might aswell finish the job.

And there was a part of you that was happy he stayed outside...his tight white shirt was so wet and clung to his skin, enhancing every muscle of his chest, back and arms. It was so f#cking hot. You couldn't look away, it was almost hypnotic. He stood up when he had finished the planting, and looked back towards the glass doors where you were, he could see you watching him, and he was liking it. Being the cheeky guy he is, he wanted to tease you, he gave you a smirk as he bit his lower lip, and he grabbed the collar of his shirt. The rain was still pouring down as Terry's hands pull at his collar and rip it down the middle, showing his beautiful chest. The raindrops splashed against his smooth silky skin, making him shine. Once he completely rips the white shirt away, he faces you and rests his hand against his jeans, tucking his thumb into his belt.

Your face felt so warm, and you were so turned on by his little show, he knows exactly what to do to get you in the mood. You slowly walk back from the glass door, curling your finger in a motion for him to follow, which of course he did. You walked into the bathroom and started the shower, running the water to the perfect temperature. As soon as it was hot enough, Terry saunters into the bathroom, still wearing his tight, wet jeans. "Did my babygirl enjoy the view outside?" "Oh I most certainly did...and it's safe to say..." you tell him as you rest your hand on his slippery chest "I'm definitely enjoying the feel too..." He smirks before planting a kiss on your lips, and his hands wonder from your hips to the bottom of your shirt. He pulls it over your head and kisses you again, his hand once again touching you, and reaches up to unhook your bra.

He kneels down on one knee as his mouth starts kissing the warm skin of your breast, and your hands find the back of his head, pulling out his ponytail to release his wet curly hair. After being in the rain, his hair has come out in bouncy dark ringlet curls, even when its wet, his hair is beautiful. Once he has given your breasts some much needed attention, you pull him back up and lock your lips with his, and your hands meet his belt and zipper, removing his soaking wet jeans away from his wet skin, you can even feel the outline of his cock more against wet trousers. They fall to the floor and he steps out, and when your clothes are all off too, you take his hand and lead him into the shower. As soon as your both under the shower water, Terry's face shows instant enjoyment, the poor guy was loving being wet and sexy for you, but he was also cold, but not anymore. He cups your face and starts kissing you even harder and deeper, somehow the feeling of water hitting your face as Terry kissed you with tounge, just felt so much more exciting.

The wetness of the kiss was so hot, you didnt realise how much you'd enjoy it, then he presses his body against yours and pinned you against the shower wall, you could feel his cock getting harder as he pressed his groin against your waist. But he wanted to take his time with you, enjoy every aspect of you, that's where he breaks the kiss by getting on his knees, and he moves one of your thighs so its resting on his shoulder. He looks at you with a burning desire, before he buried his face inbetween your legs, devouring you like he was starved. "Uhh, uhh Terry..." You can feel his tounge flick at your swollen clit, his finger slipping into you and curling against the right spot, and his other hand is pressing against your lower stomach, keeping you pinned against the wall for support. You definitely needed the support when your legs start to feel like jelly, his moves were legendary, and he always knew exactly where to touch you.

When he starts to hear you whimper as you get closer to your sweet release, he stops what hes doing and is straight back up infront of you. He kisses you hungrily once more before spinning you around by your hips and pressing himself up against your back. "Is this what you imagined when I was out in the rain baby? Did you imagine me railing you?" A little breathless, you answer back "I imaged you destroying me Terry" "If that's what my babygirl wants..." Without warning his slides his rock hard and girthy cock right inside of you, making you feel all of him all at once. You gasped when he did this, but this didn't make him stop or slow down, you wanted him to destroy you, and that's what he planned to do. Grabbing your hips, he slams into you, over and over again, hard and fast. His groans, along with the merciless fucking just turned you on even more, not to mention the fact that he was pounding into your G spot. He knew exactly where is was, and he wasnt going to stop.

Your moaning and whimpering as he continues to fuck you against the shower wall, you didnt know how much longer you were going to last. Whimpering still, you tell him "Ter-Terry! I cant- I cant take much more, I'm gunna cum!" His hand reaches up to your throat and grips it, making you face him, never stopping his thrusts. "You wanted me to destroy you baby, and that's exactly what im going to do" "But I cant-" "Your going to take all of me, and your going to cum for me as much as I want you too. This pussy belongs to me!" His thrusts go deeper now, and his other hand reaches down to your clit and starts doing little circles, keeping his other hand still wrapped around your throat, ever so slightly squeezing at the sides. You couldn't hold it any longer when he started playing with you, you let out a long and voice shuddering scream, your legs shiver and your entire body feels waves of this knee jerking orgams. Your hand reaches up and grabs onto Terry's just so you can have something to hold onto.

Your feeling like it's ever so slightly calming down, but Terry surprisingly doesn't stop. He keeps his pace with his hips and fingers, and fucks you through this orgasm, building up another one. "Terry, I cant handle another one-" "Oh yes you can baby, your going to cum as many times as I wish, you just take it like a good girl" He is truly sticking to his word, he makes you orgasm again, and again, and again! Each one getting more and more intense and pleasurable because you were so sensitive. After the forth and final orgasm, Terry finaly reaches his own and let's out a low grunt from his throat, and moans out loud too when your feeling like your last scream could leave you having no voice left. You were both exhausted, leaning against the shower wall, but you were shaking all over and were crying tears of pleasure from the orgasm intensity. His hand let's go of your neck and he places a gentle kiss along your shoulder. "Come hear baby" he gently turns you around and supports you as he helps to clean you down, with your legs shaking you were happy for the support.

No matter how intense your intimate times were, he always took care of you after words in the best way. Once you were both clean, your shaking had stopped and you were just feeling a little tired. His eyes met yours in a caring look, and he leans down and kisses you sweetly. Then he just hugs you under the shower water, holds your bare wet body against his, just having a quiet, tender moment. It was beautiful, sharing this kind of experience with the man you loved meant more to you than anything. "I love you Y/N" "I love you too Terry" After about 5 minutes, you both shared one more sweet kiss before getting out of the shower and drying off. Once terry got dressed into some comfortable clothes, he told you to meet him in the living room. He left while you were still getting changed, you decided to go with some cute pyjama shorts and one of Terry's baggy shirts, then when you came downstairs into the living room, you see that Terry had laid out on the table some chocolate covered strawberries and two glasses of white wine. "Aww babe, this is so sweet of you" "Anything for my babygirl" You sat next to him on the sofa and gave him a kiss, before you both dug in to the strawberries and wine, a perfect end to a perfect afternoon.

[mithliya]

You don't have to answer this obviously, its embarrassing but I feel like I don't know where else to ask - NSFW

I've always found penetration difficult. I feel like I'm broken as a woman because it feels like everyone around me is able to do it and enjoys it and I don't. I don't want to be graphic but I don't know what to do. I'm scared to go to a doctor in case they diagnose me with vaginismus. I don't know if I should even try to make it better or just leave it. I feel like I can't experience my body fully because I cant do this one thing. I know thats stupid but its what I think in my head. I can't use tampons, and sexual penetration is terrible. I can use my hand, but I can't feel anything. It just doesn't feel pleasurable and I can't go in very far. If I use a dildo, it hurts. Not every second, I go slow etc but I can't get much in. It feels painful at the side of my labia. No matter what direction or position it just hurts. I can almost feel a bone blocking it or something. I feel like I'm broken and a freak and I don't know what to do. I cant talk to my friends because they all talk about how they love penetration and I feel too ashamed of my situation. I'm scared I'll never be able to satisfy a partner even though I'm a lesbian because I see women on here and tiktok talking about strapons etc and I know it would hurt and be impossible to have sex like that. Even when I relax and am definitely ready to try penetration, it doesn't work. No matter what I do it always feels uncomfortable in some way. If it doesn't hurt, it feels like nothing. I'm afraid I do have vaginismus or something is really wrong with me. I've never allowed a partner to try. I've not had a long term relationship and I worry women will be really put off if penetration is something I can't partake in. Ive not had loads of dating experience so idk if this is even a reasonable worry to have. im so sorry this is all over the place. I totally understand if you cant answer. Ive tried googling stuff but i cant really find much.

sorry for taking a while to respond. first of all i dont see whats embarrassing about this?! you have not said anything here that i think is embarrassing.

i don't particularly enjoy penetration and ive come across MANYYYYY women who don't. particularly many lesbians. its ok if you don't enjoy penetration. it doesn't have to mean you have vaginismus either, although what you described might be that (potentially on top of you already naturally not being keen on penetration). that said, there is no shame in being diagnosed with vaginismus either. receiving such a diagnosis can help you understand your body better and if you do think you could potentially enjoy penetration then maybe a diagnosis would help open that door for you somehow. it might also end up that you don't have vaginismus. either way, there is no must or need in enjoying penetration. there's probably even straight women who don't like it! just because there's many women who do, does not mean there's something wrong with you for not enjoying it.

i don't use tampons either! im 26 and first time i tried to, i was 24 and ever since then ive used it maybe a grand total of 2-3 times? it feels uncomfortable and painful for me too. its ok, many women do not use tampons so you're really not missing out there. it isn't a requirement in female adulthood.

also penetration alone does not feel pleasureable to an even larger group of women! so once again, there is nothing abnormal about not feeling much when trying it on yourself and its not abnormal to not find it pleasurable. and i don't know how experienced you are sexually, but the other stuff you mentioned could also be because you're dealing with shame & fear & aren't aroused enough while trying penetration on yourself. and if your friends were to judge you for not enjoying penetration, then frankly they're the ones that are weird, not you!

and from my experience at least, women have not been put off by me saying i don't like certain things (like penetration) and prefer other acts. if you're not sexually compatible with a woman then that is fine, but no one can expect you to enjoy a particular sex act and then judge you when you don't.

i think before worrying yourself this much, you should first find a woman you are comfortable with and attracted to. you could tell her about your fears & insecurities before having sex-- it can help if you're going to engage with her sexually bc it takes off anxiety from you while also making her aware of how she should be mindful & gentle! if you end up trying things with penetration with her and it becomes clear to you that you simply do not like it or like it with certain limits & restrictions or love it or whatever else-- all of that is normal. but don't worry yourself this much over something so small & a normal preference like not liking penetration, its really not abnormal to not enjoy it. if you're sexually inexperienced and have barely even dated then i get why you're worrying yourself so much but i promise when you're sexually active then normal people do not care about that the way you might think they do. penetration isnt for everyone, it doesn't have to be something you want or enjoy either

[ace-of-gay]

Whatever works than im in

Bucky x reader

Hurt and comfort kinda but its not emotions hurt entirely

1048 words

Warnings: no pronouns, chronic pain, negative thoughts of ones self but bucky fixes it kinda, nudity but in the way of bathing and puting on lotion

No weight, shape, gender, age or skin types mentioned

Dont like it? Dont read it, you are responsible for your media consumption especially when theres highlighted warnings

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Every day was different for how much pain you were in, where that pain was located, how you could move and situate yourself to feel the least amount of pain. Standing some days was absolutely sickening, your body wanting to give out constantly and yet to the world all of this and even more is seen as an invisible disability. how is something so 'invisible' if it shows in how you walk, how your body flushes or your eyes go distant, you can see it happening so how come its ignored.

After so long you became used to ignoring it at the face of others, that doesn't mean it stopped you just learned to cover up your grimace or pauses with a stoic shell.

When Bucky came around you had willed yourself not to use any of your mobility aids around him but that wasn’t able to last forever, it took him a little bit of time to realize you were always in pain somewhere, from than forward he made it out to take it easy but still treat you as an independent adult.

Bucky learned early on that you knew almost every way to twist your body to relieve tension and pop joints like a chiropractor with spot on accuracy, however pain cant always be alleviated by twisting and bending and shifting your body.

Pain meds were deemed useless to your body, some days all you could do was lay under a weighted blanket and warm the aching parts with a heating pad, obviously staying hydrated and sleeping to hopefully alleviate the throb in your head.

Today had been extra painful to both your body and your mind.

You had to be slower and more aware of your movements, it made you feel a sense of worthlessness, like you don’t amount to much at all compared to people your age, everyone with a set career, a family, a house and some still in college but here you are barely able to do the laundry without shedding a tear of agony, it made you feel like a failure.

When Bucky got home he noticed first that the apartment had been tidied, clothes that had been on the table in the laundry basket were now elsewhere presumably put away, the dishes were done, he than noticed you nowhere to be seen in the entry area, living room or kitchen.

Walking through the apartment he heard the soft low him of music playing from the bathroom, knocking on the door and waiting for permission to enter.

Once granted he open the door stepping into the low-lit warm room to you relaxing in the bath, leaning back to keep as much or your achingly tired body submerged, crouching down to sit on his haunches he brushes you hair out of your face.

A smile upon his cheeks and eyes as sweet and beautiful as aquamarine, like waters in Greece on a sunny day especially now in the low-lit room where the shadows that cast still form a beautiful warm depth that you could soak in for as long as you could look at him, behind his eyes is a mind full of love and admiration to extent you wouldn't be able to comprehend, this man is head over heels for you and your mind just wont let you believe it.

Placing a kiss to your forehead and than your lips he asks you how your day was.

He had been unaware of the startled jump to your day, the construction beginning earlier than normal ripping you from your sleep, waking up dizzy and your bones not having enough rest from the night yet it had set a low note for the day however it had ended early due to the storm rolling in he now understood that you had most definitely outdone yourself today.

Finished with your bat he helps you up and lets you use him to stable yourself, wrapping up in a towel and going to take a step, a motion stopped when your vision flashes and falls black for a moment loosing all feeling and than its back, although normal its scary to both of you sometimes.

he helps you off to the room getting you to sit down upon the bed so he can grab you comfy pajamas consisting of his clothing and setting it to the side he grabs the lotion off the dresser for you.

"Do you want me to do this for you doll?", you shake your head "no its okay Bucky I’ve got it, I don't want to intrude on anything you still want or need to do" you smile pumping lotion into your hands rubbing it into your arms.

"you do not intrude on anything my love, you are perfectly fine and i genuinely want to help" he counters, convincing you to relax and let him take care of you.

He massages the lotion into your skin making sure to check in with you before continuing on with your legs after finishing your back.

Once done with lotion he helps you into pajamas getting you settled into the center of the bed, changing quickly and joining you after making sure you had what you need.

Cuddled up you cant get enough deep pressure from your weighted blanket so you fold it one over adding the surrounding weight onto the pressure weight yet still not enough to help.

Normally one would assume with pain comes needing softer lighter things but sometimes deep pressure is what comes in handy between the weight and the warmth its like being encompassed in a soothing depth.

"Hey uh Bucky?" You mutter out in mild anxiety for the question you plan to ask

"Yes dove?"

"This is going to sound strange but can you please lay somewhat on top of me? Like not all the way just some, i really need deep pressu" he interrupt’s your rambling

"If you feel it will help than id be happy to"

Shifting to cuddle how you asked, his right arm across your stomach his head on your left shoulder resting his gaze upwards at you, pulling the weighted blanket unfolded over the both of you, it may not have alleviated everything but it did soothe the mind letting you fall asleep

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This is self indulgent, and im sorry its late, i haven't felt good and been very busy🧡🧡

[reidsnose]

completely and utterly, wholeheartedly and hopelessly (spencer reid x reader)

overview: spencer helps his best friend talk through her emotions

genre: angst? and fluff

warnings: mentions of cheating, bad coping mechanisms, idrk what else reader being upset for a little bit

a/n: this has been sitting in my notes app FOREVER but idk how i feel ab this one im usually strictly fluff so yall lmk :)

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you hated talking about your feelings. you knew it was unhealthy to keep it bottled and and 'deal with it on your own' but that didn't stop you from doing exactly that.

the worst part about your feelings right now was that you isolate to cope with them. you didn't want to interact with anyone at all because more likely than not you would lash out at them on accident. it just slips out sometimes.

when you trudged into the bullpen with your head down and your hands fidgeting with your zipper, you didn't even notice all eyes on you. you werent your usual happy self. you weren't being loud, you weren't cracking jokes. you were just begrudgingly existing amongst your favorite people and they knew there was something wrong.

"good morning gorgeous, its a paperwork day! that means no traveling!" garcia informed you brightly, trying to lighten my mood.

"oh. cool. thanks." you answered back, flashing her as much of a smile as you could muster after realizing the harshness of your words.

she shot morgan a look, to which he raised an eyebrow.

"hey pretty lady," he began as he walked over to you, "whats going on? did you drink some grumpy juice for breakfast?"

"no. im fine." you replied flatly, making your way to your desk.

"what in the world.." he whispered to garcia, not knowing you could still hear.

or maybe he did know. maybe he was trying to get on your nerves. no. this is the irritability talking. morgan was just being a good friend.

you groaned at your computer, retyping the same password for the 4th time.

this time Prentiss shot you a look.

"is everything ok?" she asked, smiling slightly.

"yeah my computer is being stupid." you rolled your eyes as it finally let you in.

"oh i know the feeling. if you need any help-"

"I'm alright. thanks." you cut her off, eyes glued to the file you were working on.

JJ, who had witnessed the whole interaction unfold, stood with her mouth agape.

"spence, your bestie needs you!" JJ tapped his shoulder and motioned to you.

he watched your jaw rhythmically clench and unclench. your tell. thats what you always did when you were irritated or angry.

"hey y/n," he hummed, sitting lightly on the corner of your desk, crinkling some of your paper work.

"Reid! my files!" you cried, swatting his thigh. he got up and murmured an apology.

"are you ok?" he asked simply, crouching down to meet your height as you sat in your chair.

"why does everyone keep asking me that!"

you knew why. you were being a bitch.

"you just called me Reid." he stated.

"its your name." you replied, not meeting his gaze.

"yeah but you always-" he began.

"I'm not in the mood right now."

he sighed, "if you need someone to talk to-"

"i don't need anyone to talk to because theres nothing to talk about!" you interrupted, causing him to furrow his eyebrows at the tone of my voice.

'i shouldn't be mean to him. why am i acting like this?' you thought to yourself

"ok, ill be over there if you need me," he threw his hands up in surrender.

you mumbled an ok and went back to distracting yourself with work. you were so invested in filing these cases you completely lost track of time and before you knew it, it was just you, Hotch, and Spencer left in the office. you vaguely remembered waving goodbye to your other coworkers but you didn't remember it being nearly 6pm.

"guys go home, you've done a lot today," Hotch said as he crossed the bullpen, making his way towards the glass doors.

"yeah i will i'm almost done," you answered, not looking up from my screen.

"good night, Hotch," Spencer called from the break room.

you stared at your screen, eyes burning. you did enough. you cant escape confronting your feelings much longer. you sighed as you began packing up.

as if on cue, Spencer walked out of the break room with two cups in his hands, steam rising from the both of them. your mood softened just a bit.

"here," he handed you your drink which he had filled with your favorite tea and sweetened just the way you like it.

"you didnt have to." you replied, setting down the warm cup as you finished packing up. he mirrored your movements, resting his satchel across his torso before picking his drink back up.

"i know." he answered simply, a gentle smiling resting on his lips before he took a sip of his own tea.

"im sorry for snapping at you earlier." you apologized, finally meeting his gaze. his eyes were soft and sweet and you felt a pang of guilt in your heart as they looked into your own.

"its ok. do you want to tell me why?" he asked, walking to the elevator with you.

"no. yes? i dont know. its stupid." you replied, looking down at the floor as you recounted your reason for my anger today.

"its not stupid." he spoke softly.

you scoffed lightly, "you dont even know what it is."

"so tell me."

"but its dumb!"

"y/n." he warned.

"my ex boyfriend, Ashton, is getting married to the girl he cheated on me with." you sighed, walking through the parking lot with Spencer.

"ah so Trashton put my favorite ray of sunshine in a bad mood." he joked, breath swirling around the cool air as he spoke

you let out a weary chuckle, "its not like i miss him or anything, i just wish i had someone! not him- i just- i want- ugh i don't know how to word this!" you grew frustrated, furrowing your eyebrows and balling your hands into fists.

you knew exactly how to word it.

you wanted Spencer.

"its ok, take all the time you need." he whispered, leaning on the hood of your car. you joined him, resting as you took a sip of your tea.

"why am i not good enough to be loved." you stated the question rather than asking it, eyes filling with tears.

"you are good enough and i promise you that you are loved more than you know." he affirmed gently, turning to face you.

"do you know why we broke up?" you asked, knowing if you acknowledged his previous comment you wouldn't be able to continue without sobbing.

"because he cheated on you." he answered confidently.

"no." you shook your head, fighting back tears.

"what? he didn't cheat on you?"

"he did. and i was going to forgive him for that."

Spencer started getting riled up, "what! why? you're worth more than that scumbag! you shouldn't ha-"

"Spencer just let me finish!" you cut him off. he went silent, chest rising and falling more rhythmically than it had seconds earlier. "he wanted me to chose. him or you."

"him or me?" he furrowed his eyebrows, voice much quieter now.

"mhm." you hummed not meeting his gaze, your cheeks redder than you'd like to admit.

"i don't understand." he breathed.

"he thought i was cheating on him with you. he had no proof and it w-"

"oh this is all my fault. y/n i'm so sorry!"

"no! spence its not your fault!" you grabbed his arm to reassure him.

"it is! your boyfriend broke up with you because of me! and now you're sad and lonely and its all my fault!" he cried, looking worriedly into your eyes.

"first of all, i broke it off with him, he just gave the ultimatum. secondly, you did me a favor."

"how?"

"by showing me who i was really dating. a cheating, insecure scumbag who was quick to replace me when i left."

"i guess thats true."

"and id pick you over him any day." you admitted, looking back down at the ground. he nudged your shoulder playfully and you cracked a sad smile

"im sorry i made you sad and lonely."

"you didnt. id be sad and lonely anyway."

"why? you would still have a boyfriend if it wasn't for me."

"i don't want a boyfriend if it isn't you."

shit. shit.

the words toppled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"what?" he asked, wide eyes and looking a little shocked. spencer was sure in that very moment that if he heard you correctly hed simply explode.

"i- no this was a bad idea. i just ruined everything didnt i!" you were speaking more to yourself, exasperated at your own stupidity.

"no," you felt him place a finger to your chin and lift your gaze to meet his, "im glad you said it because now i can admit it."

"admit what?"

"that im completely and utterly, wholeheartedly and hopelessly in love with you."

"spencer dont play with my heart like this. are you being serious?"

"yes. i am." he said with a strange confidence than you had never heard before. hesitant but sure.

"oh thats so lucky because i am completely and utterly, wholeheartedly and hopelessly in love with you too." you admitted, feeling about 100 pounds lighter, like you could fly. he pulled you into a bone crushing hug which you eagerly accepted. "i should talk about my feelings more often."

he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head, "yes you should."

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[honeypirate]

bestie bestie bakugou

Bakugou and fem!reader, best friends, roommates, loveeee

Warning - swears, mentions of sex

You were walking around the city for hours now, you left the apartment just before sundown and now it’s raining and you think you see the light from the sun turning the clouds lighter on the horizon. You came home after a long day of work, of fighting a villain, of almost not making it back this time, to find your boyfriend, who you didnt even live with mind you, fucking someone else on your bed. You didn’t say anything, you just walked out, quietly, he didn’t even notice. 

The buzzing in your hand caught your attention, making you aware of the heaviness of something in your palm, you raise it to see and then remember it’s your phone. The action causes it to wake up, showing your notifications, 50 missed calls from him and almost as many texts and double the amount of calls and texts from your two best friends

The screen catches the water from the rain as it flows down the surface, you try to unlock your phone, a sudden urge to not be alone hitting you, but your thumb was too cold and wet to unlock with the fingerprint. You go to press in the buttons but the screen doesnt recognize your fingers either, you’re starting to panic, to hyperventilate when the screen lights up, you relax seeing the name pop up and try to answer but you were shaking so much, you brought the phone to your lips, sticking your tongue out to click the green button. 

“Fucking bastard is going to die” he says as he wraps you in a towel, pulling you to his chest, “y/n im so sorry. You’re staying here with me for now on, i’ll go to your place tomorrow and get some of your things and get your key back from that fucker.” he was pissed, fuming, you haven't seen him this mad since high school “Katsuki i couldn't possibly put you out” he holds his finger to your lips “shut up, im insisting, plus this place is too big for just me” you chuckle through the shivers that are now finding your body, your skin and bones finally reacting to the cold as your body shakes uncontrollably. “T-t-thank you K-Kacchan” he sighs and takes your hand, pulling you with him down the hall to the bathroom. 

After a really nice shower, you exit his big ass fancy shower that was really more like a spaceship, you had to use a step stool to get inside it. It had multiple different heads, a steam option, and could even convert into a jacuzzi, if only you didn’t feel like a bath was too close to being a ‘you’ flavored soup. 

You find a change of clothes for you waiting on his bed, a pair of his sweats and one of his shirts, you brought them to your nose, taking a deep breath. They smelled like downey, the yellow kind your parents used to use, it smelt comforting. You slip on his clothes and feel like you’re getting a hug from him. 

When you make it back to the kitchen you have the shivers again, your wet hair making your back wet. He takes one look at you, arms hugged around your body, and he throws you over his shoulder and takes you right back to his room. He sets you down on the bed and then takes a hold of his hood and pulls his hoodie off, shoving it down over your head. “I’m making you some tea and then you are going to talk to me more if you feel like it okay?” you nod with a small smile as you pop your arms through the sleeves. 

Its been six months, Bakugou has helped you heal through your pain, he got you some things from your apartment and got your key back. He also officially, and with pleasure, told your ex to fuck off, that it was over and to never contact you again, with too many threats to count. He really enjoyed it and wanted to do it for a long time but he’d never tell you that. You cut your ex out of your life, easily letting him go because if you caught him cheating once who knows how long he did it, you were 100% okay with never seeing him again, the hard part was waiting for the feelings to go away, to rid yourself of the habit that was your ex. 

You tried to go back to your apartment after a few weeks, it was fine for the most part, you found a completely new bed in your room courtesy of Bakugou and although he denies it wholeheartedly you know no one else would have done that,... but after a few days you called Bakugou, telling him that it just felt empty and that it didn’t feel like your home anymore, he invited you to move in immediately and you never looked back. 

Your new bed and all the furniture you didn't sell sit proudly in the spacious spare bedroom at Bakugous apartment. He was right, this apartment was way too big for one person.

Bakugou had girls over periodically and you didn’t mind them at first, you even made them breakfast sometimes, on the off chance Bakugou slept late and didn’t kick them out immediately. He’s never liked the morning after, the girls he has dated were just to fill the hole in his soul made by the feelings he has developed for you. He’s trying to find one that makes him feel as electric as you make him feel. 

After a month of random girls you start to notice yourself resenting the girls you hear him with, the way they fake moan in the bedroom, loudly just so you will hear and then they will give you evil stares as they walk out in the morning. You asked Yao-Momo for some advice once, calling her after you hear another loud girl as you went to the kitchen for some ice cream, losing your appetite you left the ice cream on the counter and just left the kitchen (just eyerolling when he tried to give you shit about it) . “just ask him to stop” you sigh “I cant do that. I dont want to cause him any trouble. I just dont know why he has to go for girls like that” you fake throw up and she laughs “y/n do you think you like bakugou?” she asks and you gasp “of course not! He’s my best friend! And hes bakugou! I couldnt possibly…” you pause for a while as you think, were you really discovering feelings for the blasty explosion boy? This was such a rub. She just laughs at you from over the phone “unclench your jaw y/n. Dont be so tense” you realize shes right as you release your teeth, relaxing your face and jaw “you know me so well” you say with a laugh “of course i do. I’m your real best friend. Not some ill tempered boy. If you like him great, tell him and he’ll stop fucking randoms or if you dont like him tell him to stop fucking randoms so loud” you laugh “so wise Yao-momo, me lovely sensei Yao-Momo” she laughs at you before you guys have to hang up, both having work in the morning. 

After the next few days you realized just how in love you were with him, getting more and more annoyed with the girls he brought home, not even noticing that they were showing up less and less, pretty soon the random girls have stopped coming over all together, not that you knew that, you still heard what seemed to be sex noises from his room every once in a while, you just assumed he kicked them out right after, not that he was thinking about you and … you know wink wink  

Another six months later  you’re with him on a mission, the villains just keep coming wave after wave, a quirk controlling their (dead before you even came around) bodies, it was never ending, if you stopped fighting they would kill you and you didn’t know who the villain was or where they were. You had your agencies looking for them and until then you had to fight, to keep these bodies occupied so they didn't bring chaos anywhere else. You didn’t talk during the fighting but you both were paying more attention to making sure that the other was fine that you ended up just fighting the villains going after each other. When you get home, battered, bruised, and covered in sweat and blood and many tears, you each take turns showering in his amazing shower, you couldn't use a normal shower for your sore muscles. 

You made a meal for you both quietly as he showered, too tired to speak or do more than was required, when he came to find you he almost cried with relief at your home cooked meal, he was starving. You ate together in silence, both reflecting on the battle, both reliving every moment where you almost lost the other, where you almost lost the fight, feeling more and more anxious the more you thought about it. What would you have done without him? You didnt want to lose him and regret never telling him, but you know you are way to exhausted to speak. 

You stare at each other in the hallway, both wanting to say something, to not leave each other yet. You turn to go and he grabs your hand, pulling you with him into his room before climbing in bed and pulling you along with him down into his soft comfortable bed, he pulls you to his chest and you feel all your stress and anxiety leave your body. He kisses the back of your head “I love you” he whispers into your hair, the only energy he has left. You turn in his arms to look at him and see his eyes blink slowly, he can hardly hold them open anymore. You smile softly “I love you” you whisper back and he sighs, a happy smile on his lips as he lets his eyes close “good” he says and you chuckle, your eyes closing as you lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before allowing yourself to fall asleep, the feeling of his arm around you and the sound of his soft breaths comforting you.

[shattersstar]

here r my jason headcanons abt his scars and general feelings about his appearance + how the reader deals with it

disclaimer: wrote these in my notes within half and hour and i’m tipsy but i hope u enjoy these thots

jason wasn’t overly aware of his appearance growing up, until he moved in with bruce. he was aware he was a bit rough around the edges, growing up as he did was direct influence of that, but it wasnt until he had to interact with high society he was made aware of how looks mattered. he didn’t get the same treatment as dick, maybe the novelty of bruce’s wards had worn off come the second robin, or maybe they all recognized a poorness in him that left his toothy grin a little smaller. he tried not to care but those things bite at the back of your mind and leave residual scars to trace in years to come.

and years later, he had come to hate his body. it was something mangled, mashed and stitched back together, barely holding itself together in the first few years after the pit. his autopsy scars stayed too, every injury from being robin, from his life on the streets healed into a nothing but those fucking scars stayed. they were a harsh reminder of how his life panned out and would follow him around till he died—again.

the distaste from the socialites he had nearly forgotten about seemed to burn through his veins each time he passed a mirror. as he grew and accumulated more wounds, ones that healed and others that didn’t, the more he stopped looking at himself. he wanted to feel the vanity others had thrusted upon him, wanted to relish in the sly glances he got as he aged into his (forever handsome) features, but all he felt was lies. They wouldn’t be as bold with their eyes if they knew about him, about what hid under the layers of clothes, what phantoms hung on his shoulders and the blood he washed away, that never truly left. He couldn’t find a rugged appreciation in the crooked bend of his nose of the scar that clung to his cheekbone, another slicing through his left brow bone.

he felt like he had grown into what he was always seen as, some rough kid from the streets of gotham. he didn’t hate looking mean, it had its advantages. he liked the surprised reactions he got from his apartment neighbours who assumed he was just some criminal kid trying to make his stake in the crime ridden city. but then he’d help them carry groceries, let them drop off their pets at his place when they went out of town for the weekend, helped esl kids with english homework when he had free time. part of him wished he didnt have to win over people to get him to accept and trust him but he understood nonetheless

that was until you showed up. you moved in across the hall and asked him the day you met to help you move the couch the movers put in the wrong spot. “if you’re busy its all good.” you added at the end with a shrug, likely due to his own stunned silence at your request. he agreed, pulling his key from the lock and spent the evening setting up your living room. you paid him in a beer your friend had given as a house warming gift and asked him about the floor. you were a bit nosy, a little gossipy but something about it felt sincere. just a genuine curiosity about the inner workings of the place he called home. actually—everything about you just felt sincere.

you were kind to him, treated him like a neighbour and not a cautionary tale and jesus that scared the shit outta him. you popped up in his life a few times after your first meeting, inviting him over when you made way too much food or asking him for a good grocery store nearby. it wasn’t until you knocked on his door, asking if he wanted to hang out—no conditions, no help or anything needed. “do you like movies?” you asked, swaying on the balls of your feet as jason stood in his doorway, it barely cracked open out of habit.

“as long as its not based on a book.” he replied, ignoring how dry his throat was.

“you’re a ‘book is better then an adaptation’ kinda guy huh?”

“because its true.”

“unless the book already sucks.” that made him chuckle.

“but yeah i like movies.”

“cool the things is—“

“u dont have a tv.”

“exactly, we can squish onto my bed or watch it at your place if you’re cool with that. can’t lie i am curious to see how you live.” you admitted, jokingly pushing yourself onto your tippy toes and pretending to peer over his shoulder.

“my place then.”

“tomorrow night?”

“tomorrow.”

it quickly became a weekly tradition, you’d bring popcorn and something you stressed baked and alternate between picking films. most were spent in his living room, but after a while you managed to get him back into your place. you did exactly what you said and squished into your bed, laptop balancing on your lap desk. jason was in his usual long sleeve and sweats. you were in a tshirt and pj shorts. it was summer and he knew you were going to ask. “you wanna go back to your place in change? its kinda warm and as much as i like you, i dunno how i’d feel about you overheating on me.”

despite your attempt at humor he muttered a quick, “i’m fine.”

you shrugged it off and jason should’ve known better. should’ve known you weren’t going to drop it, that wasnt how you worked. you were nosy and talkative and curious and pushy and caring and you hated the idea of a wall between you two. so when you slipped into his lap one day, some early 2000s romcom droning on behind you, he knew exactly what you were up too.

your knees dug into the side of his couch and your hands landed on his shoulders. “were friends right?” you asked, and something about how your nose bumped his felt anything but platonic.

“yeah.” he breathed, hyper aware of your thumb brushing against the collar of his shirt. one of his scars peaked through, and a jagged knife wound that left him half dead on a rooftop two years ago.

your thumb brushed it and his fingers clasped to your forearms in warning.

“this is why you’re always in sweaters right? what you’re trying to hide.” your eyes were fixed on it, still rubbing small circles against the skin around it. he didn’t say anything, you had were more observant than he gave you credit. “friends dont keep secrets jay.” you all but pouted at him, forehead resting against his.

“they’re...bad.” was all he could stress, eyes downcast to where your thighs met his.

“they’re apart of you which means they cant be bad. not to me.”

and it was like the hesitation in which people would approach him, the disgusted whispers about the newest wayne ward, the eyes that were fearful to meet his all vanished. all the left over pain and hate for his tired and broken body was put somewhere he couldnt reach even if just for this moment.

he still had a hard time looking in the mirror, wished his battered knuckles didn’t stand out so much when your fingers locked with his, wanted to kiss you without feeling the small scar from his  near constantly split lip, wanted to be able to wear the more revealing clothes you thought he’d look good in, and more. there were still things to want and wish and hate and push away. but there was also your voice now living in his mind whispering the words he hadn’t known he needed to hear since he was a kid.

[stickyy]

could i get a reader x ururaka where the reader kidnaps her and forcibly 'protects' her by coddling her and keeping her in a soft room with everything she could need and not letting her leave, even if it means restraining, or even injuring her? tysm! i'm really looking forward to seeing your blog grow! (btw if you cant/dont want to write ururaka, midoriya or shinso are also good!) ♡

thank you so much for your kind words!! :D i hope you enjoy, i kind of went for a more somber tone bc i like Angst, so this was moody and fun to write!

warnings: yandere!gn!reader, kidnapping, very mildly graphic mutilation (hands and ankle), drugging mention, very vague vomit mention, angst, best friends to lovers (gone wrong) /s

word count: 1.5 k

note: the scene describing mutilation is sandwiched by two dashes (-), incase u dont want to read it :D

AFTERMATH

The pattering of rain against the kitchen window is loud, accompanied by the sizzle of food on the stove and the distant chatter of news anchors coming from your TV in a domestic cacophony of sounds. It’s a Saturday morning, and it would be a pretty relaxed one if not for the deep pit of dread in your stomach. You had a rough night, to say the least. Trying to keep yourself present, you rub the dark bags under your eyes as you tend your routine of making breakfast every morning. Maybe a meal between the two of you will fix things. You hope so, at least. You tune into the television in an attempt to distract yourself.

“... are still in search for missing Hero, Urav-”

You’re suddenly uninterested, shutting the cable off with haste. Breakfast is as good as finished, anyways. 

The house is quiet, save for the rain, and the silence settles as a sickly chill under your skin. Taking your time to ensure your footsteps are quiet, you head towards the door at the end of the hallway. The normally innocuous door frame looms over you and you want to shrink away, go back to a time where things were okay. You place the tray on the small table outside of the room, fishing for the keys in your pocket. There are 3 locks; two require keys, while the other is an opposite facing deadbolt. You make quick work of opening them, daily practice rendering you nimble. With the door open and the keys back in your pocket, you grab the tray and push the door in with your hip, your stomach dropping and your heart fluttering simultaneously at the sight of Uraraka, still sleeping peacefully.

You place the tray on her bedside table gingerly, opening the curtains to her window afterwards. The dim, muddy light wakes her, her form stretching under the plush covers.

“Good morning!” you chirp, over enthusiastic as you sit on the edge of her bed. Her hair is messy, skin splotchy from laying in one place all night (you give her sleeping pills at night, and they tend to keep her in one place). She rubs sleep from her eyes cutely, sighing before speaking to you.

She hums in response. Even when she’s angry, she’s always so polite, sweet enough to offer you any response after what you did to her. Her gentle voice, no matter if she’s laughing or talking or screaming or crying, is music to you. The noise does more to set you at ease than you’d like to admit, her voice like stitches to your wounded heart. You can’t help but smile, warmth spreading over your skin. You love her so much, it’s why you do what you must to keep her safe.

“Did you sleep well?” you ask, as you do everyday, setting up her breakfast in front of her. She’s silent. You expect as much, yet it still stings, and you spare a glance at her to see an expression you can’t quite read and don’t quite like. That’s all it takes for the pit to return, guilt and remorse stirring through your veins. You can only muster offer a soft noise in response, sitting back with your own plate of food. You start first, choosing to focus on the flavor of the food, the softness of the duvet, the rain- anything but the silence. 

But it’s so difficult; you want nothing more than to be able to ignore her, to not feel so attached and needy and sorry. She burns so brightly, even when she’s upset, and you’re a moth to the flame, unable to look away for long. You don’t even realize that you’ve scarfed down half of your food, but it’s glaringly apparent when you look to Uraraka’s food to see it untouched, cooling rapidly. You glance at her face yet again, and her forlorn expression prompts you to break the thick silence.

“Does it still hurt?”

She flinches but doesn’t respond, hugging her arms to her chest and turning away from you. The rain is deafening against the window, and you notice you’re not hungry anymore.

“I told you I was sorry,” you say softly, eyes unconsciously darting to the bandages on her hands, trailing down to her legs, obscured by the covers. She continues to ignore you. You can’t take it, you need to hear her say something, anything.

 “You know I hate hurting you. I hate it, but you tried to run again. Why? We’ve been doing so good, I thought you were happy! I thought you finally understood! You have everything you need here, and even if you don’t, I can get it for you. I’m not even mad, not anymore, so please just-”

“Just let me leave,” her voice is hoarse, and you can see stray tears trailing down her flushed cheeks, pained eyes trained on your face. You swallow, using all of your willpower to turn away from her gaze. You stand suddenly, taking a deep breath before heading into the bathroom, grabbing the first aid materials you left in there. You make the executive decision that it would be better if that conversation never happened, so you pretend as such when you return to the room, replacing your somber expression with a warm smile.

“Let’s get this cleaned up,” you peel back the covers and take a look at her ankle. 

-

Her shin is twisted slightly straightened yet still awkward in angle, absurdly swollen, skin littered with large splotches of wine purple, faded blue, and putrid yellow bruises. It looks like it hurts, and you feel yourself deflate, guilt chewing at your insides yet again. You’d never meant to do this to her, but you had no choice. Last night, while you were cooking dinner, you figured you’d let Uraraka keep you company as you chopped vegetables, seeing as she had been extraordinarily compliant recently. That was a mistake, as you had to act quickly when you heard the screech of the chair pushed back suddenly and the loud stomp of feet against hardwoods. You caught her before she could reach the front door, threw her to the floor, and in your irrational fit of panic you stomped hard, once, twice, three times, over and over until the sickening, dull crunch of bone snapped you out of your frenzy. In all of your time with Uraraka, both pre and post living together, you’d never seen her cry quite like this. Her loud, pained, fearful sobs made your stomach turn, and no matter how hard you tried to console her, she wouldn’t stop, thrashing to get your arms off of her. She couldn’t move far, and so you had to wait and watch her writhe in agony until she tired herself out, chest heaving, face covered in tears and snot and drool. You helped her to her room and quickly wrapped the wound, leaving her alone for the rest of the night. You were unable to sleep, hunched over the toilet for the majority of the early hours due to waves of nausea, crying spells ebbing and flowing.

(The bandages on her hands are different. Ridding her of her quirk was the only way to ensure she’d stay put. You’d had a few drinks, taken the largest kitchen knife you owned, and did what you had to. The wounds were cauterized and healed, but you kept the bandages on so she wouldn’t have to look at the scar tissue where the last ligament of her pinky fingers were missing.)

You clean her ankle, gently caressing the distorted flesh with rubbing alcohol. She returned to her reticence, save for small (cute) pained noises when you pass over a particularly tender spot. You take solace in the moment, cherishing the chance to take care of her. 

(When you rewrap the wound, you’re deliberate in doing it incorrectly. It will heal, but it will heal wrong, and then she’ll have to rely on you to get anywhere. The idea is tantalizing, and you suppress a shiver.)

-

“There, all done,” you grin up at her, surprised to find her looking back, expression exhausted but aware, awake. You pack the materials up quickly, climbing back onto the bed. You take note of her breakfast, undoubtedly cold now.

“I can heat that up for you.”

“‘M not hungry.”

That’s that, then. You decide not to push, instead opening your arms in a gesture of peace, knowing how much she loves (tolerates) your cuddles. She gives you a scrutinizing look, before nodding once, the only invitation you get. You move the tray to her bedside table, quickly scooting next to her and wrapping your arms around her gently. She doesn’t quite reciprocate, settling for just leaning against you, but you’ll take anything you can get. Your nerves are set alight, and you vow to yourself that you’ll never hurt her again. You know you did the right thing, keeping her fed and pampered and safe. You’d make up for it, devote yourself to seeing her smile again, even if only once.

“You’re not mad at me, right?” you can’t help but ask, always seeking her approval. 

She’s silent. The rain doesn’t stop. 

[bridgyrose]

Heya! Just to say that I've seen enjoying your snippets a lot and I thought I might give you and angsty prompt to write.

You could it for either CinderRuby, Spicecream or both XD. So Cinder is a fox kestrel faunus that used to hide her wings until she finally showed them to her SO. When Cinder was a kid Madame broke one of her wings to keep her from escaping. It never grew back correctly so Cinder cannot fly.

As for the specific prompt, why don't you pick? XD

If you choose to do it, of course no pressure, it would be a lowkey gift for @incorrectspicecreamquotes. 

Happy angsty writing!

(@incorrectspicecreamquotes a small request to be written for you)

The madame looked over Cinder, frowning when she saw the wings on the young girl’s back. “They never told me you were a faunus…” 

“I’m sorry-” 

The madame wasted no time slapping the girl’s cheek with the back of her hand, her nails digging into her flesh. “You will not speak unless spoken to. You remember that is part of your rules for being here, dont you?” 

Cinder wiped the blood from her cheek, whimpering and nodding. 

“Good.” The madame started to circle around Cinder, keeping her eyes on the wings. “Now, are you able to fly with those?” 

“I… I dont know. I never tried.” 

The madame stopped behind Cinder as she heard that answer, wasting no time to grab the left wing, snapping the bones that formed the wing. She didnt flinch as she watched Cinder drop to the ground, screaming. “Now you wont. From now on, you will keep your wings hidden from anyone. There are no faunus allowed in this hotel and I refuse to let any rumors start about me having bought one. Do you understand?” 

Cinder sobbed into the floor, pain surging through her back as one wing laid flat against her and the other bent sideways. She desperately wanted to answer, the words getting stuck in her throat and choked out by sobs. 

The madame rolled her eyes and pulled out a remote, pressing a button and watching Cinder writhe in pain from her shock collar. “Consider this your warning for not answering me. The next time I see those wings outside of your next inspection, I will make sure they will no longer be a problem. Do you understand?” 

Cinder felt the electricity from the collar die down as she held back a few sobs. “Y-yes… m-ma’am..” The words came out in sobs as Cinder picked herself up. “I… I understand….” 

“Good. Now clean yourself up and get ready for bed. You have a long day of cleaning ahead of you tomorrow and I want to make sure there is no slacking off again.” The madame turned to leave the room, letting Cinder be alone for the remainder of the night.

Cinder slowly looked at herself in the mirror on the wall, still feeling pain from the broken wing. For the first time in her life, she felt truly ashamed of how she looked. She took a few bandages and started wrapping up her wings, wincing as she tightly bound them to her back. 

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“Cinder? Is everything okay?” 

Cinder turned around slowly, looking away from her reflection in her wall mirror to see Ruby and Neo watching her from the doorway. She quickly put her jacket back on to hide her back. “Y-yeah, everything’s… fine.” 

Neo rolled her eyes a bit and frowned. In all the time she’s known Cinder, the girl would never stammer unless there was something going on. 

“Neo’s right, you dont sound okay,” Ruby replied. “ Are you sure there’s nothing going on?” 

Cinder hesitated for a moment before sitting down. “I… was just thinking about a few things…” 

“About your past, right?” 

Cinder nodded slowly, trying to decide how much she wanted to tell her girlfriends. She was normally very reserved about her past, keeping most of it hidden from others and giving bits and pieces to those she trusted. Neo was the first she had opened up to, letting her know why she kept her neck covered, usually while wearing a collar. Ruby, however, found things out accidentally. But Cinder was still glad to trust her about a few other details. “I’m just… not sure how much of it I want to share.” 

Neo understood Cinder’s hesitation to talk, making her way over next to her and sitting down. She gently put a hand on Cinder’s thigh, smiling at her. She always wanted her girlfriends to know they were safe discussing anything with her, especially anything with the past. 

Ruby followed suit, leaning against Cinder. “Cin, you know you can trust us. Whatever it is, we can handle it.” 

Cinder took a deep breath and sighed. “A-alright, but you have to keep this a secret.” 

Ruby and Neo watched as Cinder stood up and turned her back to them and started to disrobe. As the bandages and jacket came off, a pair of wings unfurled from her back. One seemed a bit deformed compared to the other, both were still a vibrant rufous; reddish brown feathers fading to black at the tips. 

Cinder stretched out her wings, wincing a bit from how long she’d kept them hidden. “I’m a faunus. A uh… kestrel to be more specific.” 

Ruby smiled in awe as she looked over Cinder’s wings, gently stroking the feathers. “Why would you hide this? This is so cool. I’ve never seen feathers like these before.” 

“You remember what I told you about growing up in Atlas, right?” 

“Yeah.” 

Cinder sighed. “That’s why.” 

Ruby hesitated for a moment as realization struck, causing her to sit back a bit. “O-oh, right, that.. That would do it..” 

Cinder nodded and started hiding her wings again. “Even before that, I always hid them because the kids that were in the orphanage with me would bully me for them. The kids used to pull feathers out or call me names. And then, when the madame took me in, things got a bit… worse. When she found out about them, she made sure I knew exactly how she felt about faunus. She broke one of my wings and threatened to remove them if I didnt keep them hidden. So, I bandaged them up to hide them and kept them under a jacket. Even when Rhodes started to train me, I kept my wings a secret. The broken one healed, but now... “ she stopped putting her bandages on for a moment, letting the wings try to flap. Her left wing, the one that had been broken, could barely move like a regular wing, barely flapping at all. “Now it barely works. I… I never got it treated right and so now, its useless. Just like me.” 

Neo didnt wait for Cinder to finish covering up her wings before she hugged her, pressing into the soft feathers. She knew how hard it was for Cinder to open up to them and she wanted to make sure she knew she was loved. 

Ruby wasnt far behind, pulling Cinder into a hug as well. “Dont worry, we’ll keep it a secret until you’re ready to let others know. If it makes you feel any better, I like how they look and I could always ask Blake if she knows of anyone who might be able to help fix that wing of yours.” She blushed a little as she pulled away from Cinder. “Winter break is coming up soon and, well, I know I wouldnt mind seeing you… happy to be yourself. You could come stay with me and my dad and you wouldnt have to worry about hiding anything.” 

Neo pulled back from Cinder and went to Ruby’s side, trying to show her support. 

Cinder looked between the two, a small smile starting to form as tears started welling up in her eyes. “I… I dont... “ 

“W-wait, Cin, please dont cry.” 

“No, Ruby, I’m not sad, I’m… I’m happy.” Cinder wiped the tears from her eyes, smiling at her girlfriends. “I really… I cant thank you both enough for everything you’ve given me. I was…  I was so scared that you both would hate me for lying-” 

Neo slowly walked over to Cinder and placed a finger over her lips, smiling at her. She gently moved her finger away and kissed Cinder, gently stroking her hair. 

“She has a point. We both love you Cin, and that means all of you. Wings included.” 

“I… I still have a hard time believing it is all. But please, talk to Blake and see what we can do about getting my wing fixed. As long as I have the two of you, I think I’m ready to let people see me for who I really am.” 

Neo and Ruby both hugged Cinder, trying to show how much they loved her. 

[marauder-exe]

Interview- Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Request: Hiya lovely! I was wondering if you could do a Tom Hiddleston x Reader where they are working together on Thor: Ragnarok and reader is bff’s with Tessa and She always tells Tess how much she likes Tom and Tessa is just done with her shit and tells Tom before a trio interview with them all, so during the interview Tom subtly flirts with the reader. After, he goes to her trailer on set and tells her he likes her too and they just cuddle. Thank you so much for reading my request bby!! :) Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: i loved writing this!

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“But Tesssss” You dragged out her name for annoyance. “Hes so charming, like how is he that charming, hes so goddamn charming. With his beautiful smile, and his eyesssss, you should see them Tess.” You trailed behind her as she walked quickly through the building. She came to a holt and you almost crashed iinto her back at the abrupt stop She forcefully turned around and grabbed your shoulders. “(Y/N). As much as I love you, you seriously need to stop talking about Tom, I get you like him, I get he has nice eyes, I get hes Ever. So. Charming. But youve got an interview to get ready for.” This is how a lot of days went when you saw Tom, and hung out with Tessa. It wasnt your fault that a certain British man has stolen your heart. You had been hired to play a major role on Thor:Ragnorok earlier this year, which was how you met Tessa and Tom. And youve never been the same since. She usually listened to you ramble for hours about Tom. Because thats what best friends do. But Tess was very sleep deprived, and you all had an interview and she just wanted you to. Shut. Up. For one second. You glared at her through your lashes. You knew she didnt mean it but she didnt need to be so mean. “Fine, what time is the interview?” “In about 20 minutes” You nodded, and headed back to your trailer, assuming Tess was doing the same thing. You were wrong, of course. She was (Very angrily) heading in the direction of Tom Hiddleston, who was getting some Tea. She stomped up to him. “Tom Bloody Hiddleston” She stopped in front of him, ears practically steaming. It seemed you pissed her off on a bad day. “Yes?” He said very warily, noticing her red face, and angry attitude. “If you dont bloody ask (Y/N) out soon, because I know you like her, I see the way you look at her, you cant lie to me, if you dont confess your feelings, I will punch you straight back to Britain. Because that girl, will not stop talking about you. And as much as I love to see her happy, its very annoying, even on a good day” She had calmed down a little, after getting her rant out. But Tom just stared at her. You liked him. You actually liked him. You had caught his eye the first day on set. Your bright (Y/H/C), and pretty eyes. He was staring at you the entire day. And when he found out you where Lokis love interest, he felt ready to explode. He snapped from his memory daze and looked at her. “Right…” She looked at him expectantly. “Yes… ill do that” She gave him a smile and stomped back to her trailer to get ready, leaving Tom, smiling like an idiot.

You sat in the Interview chair, in between Tess and Tom, readying for the questions. “So, (Y/N) your new on the marvel scene, and the acting scene too, this is your first major role right?” You nodded, Tom smiled in admiration next to you. “So, was it difficult, having a big rise to fame in such a short time?” You pondered the question. “Not really. It certainly was a shock, seeing how fast word travels. But I have my two favourite people to help me adjust. “ You pointed to the people either side of you as they smiled. The interviewer went on with the questions. Tessa answering some, Tom answering some too. Sometimes youd catch yourself staring at Tom, but you brushed it off. “So, (Y/N), we know your Character is a bit of a seductress” He laughed. “Much like real life” Tom chimed in, as your cheeks became painted red. Tessa stared at you both, grinning. Everyone laughed. “Was it hard to get into that frame of mind?” “I would say yes, contrary to Toms beliefs apparently. Im very apprehensive when it comes to flirting and dating, I honestly have no idea what im doing, I wouldnt know flirting if it was happening right in front of me.” You giggle. “Its true, she never notices” Tom added again, making you look away and blush crawl up your neck. The interview went on, but you werent paying attention, you where mostly wondering what the fuck that was about? No. No. He wasnt, he doesnt like you like that. You shook it off as the interview ended. You stood up and shook the interviewers hand, and got up to leave. You made chatter with your two friends as you left the interview room. “Im- ‘m gonna head back to my trailer” You yawned. Tessa gave you a soft look and hugged you goodbye, as did Tom.

You rushed back to your trailer, swinging the door open and flinging yourself onto the couch. what just happened? He wasnt flirting with you was he? Did he know? You got up and looked in the mirror. Your face was as red as a tomato. You began trying to busy yourself, clearing up the small kitchen, until you heard a faint know on the door love. “Alright, love?” Tom ducked his head into the trailer. His voice had startled you, as you turned around, you knocked a bowl off the side. “Shit!” You exclaimed, frantically trying to pick the ceramic pieces up. “Im so sorry about that darling” He rushed over and helped you pick up the pieces of the broken bowl. It was soon cleaned up and you stood to face him. “Did you need something?” You asked softly yawning. “Yes actually i-” The breath caught in his throat. Was he actually about to tell the girl hes been pining over for months how he truly feels? “Earth to Tom” You giggled, waving a hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his daze. “Ah yes. I- uh-” He didnt really know how to say it. He felt like a teenager. “ I have a bit of a ‘crush’ on you, if you will” You giggled at his teenage act. “You like me?” You smiled shyly. “Yes. Thats what im trying to say. I was enchanted by you since the first day I met you.” You yawned. “I am so sorry about the yawning, im very tired” He gave a soft smile. “But I also have a bit of a huge ‘crush’ on you too” You smiled up at him. He lay a hand on your cheek. “Thats good to know” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips. A blush dusted on both of your cheeks. His hand still lay on your cheek as he rubbed your cheek bone with his thumb. “No offense Darling, but you look horribly tired, would you like to lay down?” He asked. “Only if you join me” You smiled up at him. He smiled back. “Of course love” With that, he layed down on the couch in your trailer, opening his arms, beckoning you to cuddle with him.

[arthurflecksgirl]

Hello 💖

May I please have Arthur x Reader? They get into a fight and reader is so stressed that they get overheated and ends up passing out? Like their pulse is fast and out cold for a few hours. Thanks chu 💫✨⭐

Hiiiii hun, I missed you! ❤ Of course. Its always a pleasure. Here is the result and I reallyyyyyyy hope you like it.❤

Arthurs hand in yours felt warm and familar. It was the only thing to hold onto in this cold, dark world, especially here in Gotham city. Walking through those crowded streets usually wasnt fun. But today he was by your side. The two of you together. Hand in hand. There was nothing in this world you needed more. Even though it was just a regular day, there was that moment of pure happiness.

You just came back from Arthurs appointment with his new therapist and she seemed so much nicer than Dr Kane. She even allowed you to be present for the whole time, because Arthur was more than nervous about meeting her for the first time. He didnt had  any good experience with his former ones. Arthur wished for someone to listen. Now that he was with you, he always had someone to talk to. But he still wanted to go to therapy, he wanted to get better and he needed to go there,to get his meds.

Arthur was very toughtful with his medication. Sometimes he took one more pill in the hope to find some sleep, but besides that he was trying his best to take his meds like he should. He knew it was important to talk about his thoughts and he felt the need to do so.

The new doctor seemed nice and asked him to start a brand new journal. She thought it was time to let the old diary go. It was nothing more but bad memories of loneliness and with you on his side, his lonely times were finally over .  Arthur smiled when Dr. Tyler told him so. He liked the idea of a new journal. So you both went into the city to get him a new one.

Arthur sqeezed your hand while he held his new diary with the other. It was dark red, his fave color. "I`ve got lots and lots of blank pages now" he said.

"Yes, I bet they will be filled with some new jokes tonight?" you blinked at him, which almost made him blush. It was so easy to make him blush. He was so innocent at heart.

"Nahh I think I will write some poetry tonight, especially for you."

"Oh Artie, you`re the sweetest"

"Dont say that before you read the poems" he laughed.

"I know they`re going to be beautiful"

He pressed his new diary to his chest "I dont know....sometimes I think I`m not good with words. I mean, besides from joking. Its hard to put my feelings into words. Especially love. I mean. I feel it. I feel so much of it. Too much actually. Its so much it feels like the words and letters are too tiney to fit all these emotions in them because the emotions are like....endless... and....." he looked at you and  noticed the grin on your face "See? Thats what I mean. I am not good in this. At all."

"It was actually pretty impressive".

A shy smile crossed his thin lips "Thank you, honey".

You felt happy for him. Arthur appriciated the little things in life. Like holding hands or a brand new journal. A poem.

Life in Gotham was often overwhelming but hand in hand you both created your own little world. You made the universe as small as you wanted to.

You just crossed the street as you noticed a very small man being kicked by a puff looking dude. Arthur immediately noticed. He knew these kinda situations too well.

"Arthur look, what is happening over there?"

He let go of your hand and ran up to them "Oh my god, thats Gary!"

He was a fast runner and it was almost impossible to be as fast as he. The traffic got in the way  and for a second he was out of sight.

"Arthur?!"

He waved for you to come over.

He was kneeing down at Garys "Gary, my god, are you okay? Did he hurt you?" His workmate tried to get up "Its okay Art, I think I`m fine. Maybe a broken a bone or two".

"You are joking right?" Arthur seemed confused. Sometimes he couldnt tell if someone made a joke or not.

"His bones are not the only ones getting broken today" the muscular guy laughed.

"Excuse me, what?" Arthur got up but not before making sure Gary was able to walk.

"You heard me, you clown. Thats what you both are, right? Fucking clowns. I saw you working for HaHas."

Arthur took a step closer "So what?"

You took his hand "Arthur , I think we should go home right now"

Gary was standing right next to you, holding his arm, a painful look on his face.

Arthur focused the stranger "No. I mean, my friend was just attacked by this guy and I really want to know why".

A cruel smile formed on the attackers face "Because I felt like it, clown boy. I mean look at this freak" he pointed at Gary.

There was something in Arthurs eyes you havent seen before "Dont ever call him a freak again. He is my  friend!"

"Awwwww" the tall guy yelled "Sweet" and just as he said so, he punshed Artthur in the face. Bloods of drop dripped down his nose.

"Ohhh clwon boy got a red nose. How tragic!"

Your touched Arthurs cheek "Oh my god, are you okay? Baby?"

The attacker couldnt stop laughing "Baby! Hahaha. Yeah . Thats what he is" and his fist punshed Arthur right into the stomach. Arthur fell down on his knees, bending forward from pain. Gary whimpering in the background. This was all too much.

Arthur pulled his gun.

The stranger took two steps back "Calm down, pal."

"Leave now or you will see what clown boy can do" Arthur coughed while the blood was running down his nose.

"Arthur, don`t. He`s not worth it" Gary cried behind you.

You almost forgot how crowded this street was. But no one seemed to notice. No one ever seemed to care here in Gotham city.

The attacker turned around and ran away. Arthurs gun disappeared in his pocket.

Watching him pulling out his gun was too much for you.  You almost thought he would do something.

"Arthur you almost...." you felt the heat floathing your body. It was uncomfortable.

"No, I didnt. I only wanted to scare him. Its not even loaded."

His words should have camled you down but it was already to late for that. Your pulse was racing from stress. And the moment Arthur took you in his arms , your vision started to blurr.

The next thing you remembered was waking up on Arthurs couch. His huge, green blanket covering your whole body.

Arthurs curls tickeling your nose. The familiar smell of Prell shampoo and his cigarettes.

You were home.

How did you got here?

You tried to recall what happened.

Gary.

There was an attacker and Arthur got into a fight with him.

You tried to remember more but everything seemed like a dream you forgot the minute you woke up.

"Darling?" you said with a sleepy voice while you felt Arthurs arms tight around your body.

"I`m here, Y/N. I`m right here. You are home. Everything is okay."

"I cant remember...what happened....is Gary okay,too?"

"He is" Arthur whispered into your ear. You now noticed that quiet music was playing in the background.

He kissed into your hair "He got away with some scratches."

You turned your head to face him "You`re nose is hurt" you kissed the tip of his nose.

"Thats....nothing. I`ll be fine. The most important thing is how you feel. You passed out. "

"Ohh....thats why I cant remember anything...this happenes when I get stressed out".

Arthur stroke your hair "I`m so sorry, its my fault.I should`t have pulled out that fucking gun".

"You only wanted to protect Gary "

"Yeah...."

"Dont blame yourself,Arthur. " you rested your head on his chest "I cant even remember you bringing me home. "

"I carried you all the way home. You coudln`t walk."

"Oh my god..."

He pulled you even closer "Tell me if there is anything I can do...."

"Just hold me....and could you....could you please kiss my neck until I fall back to sleep? I feel like I need some rest...After I fell asleep you could start the first page of your journal and tomorrow you can show me the poems you wrote? That would be nice."

"Of course darling" Arthur placed his smirk right on the spot he knew so well, placing one kiss after another, one as gentle as the other.

You thought about the unwritten poetry and what he might write for you.

But for now his lips on your skin was the most beautiful poem ever written.