#dude's definitely gonna drool under his mask

[transingthoseformers]

Just imagine the scheduled DJD orgy, all paperwork filled out in triplicate, and it's basically just the mini-bots fucking one of the bigger bots and then moving to the next because it's time to serve The Cause by making more loyal soldiers! And each sparkling would have three sires.

Sparklings if you go the 'bigger carrier with smaller sire means multiple sparklings'

I um😳

Yes

Please🥺

I love how they way fully planned it with the paperwork, because that's just amazing like they know exactly what's in store and everyone in this situation deserves all the enthusiasm

Also that's exactly one of the benefits of a larger carrier and a smaller sire! The carrier can fit more sparklings, provide more resources to the sparklings, protect them better, and have an easier emergence! Plus the three sires thing would mix up the genetics in a really fun way.

[ushiwakaout]

parings: Ushijima x reader , Iwaizumi x reader and Sakusa x reader 

warnings: NSFW (under the black lines) daddy kink w hajime, Timeskip Haikyuu. language? jealousy? fannon sakusa? anal w sakusa. bad grammar :)

a/n: as a compressed woman myself, i don’t think there is enough compressed content out there, or maybe i haven’t found any. 

Ushijima Wakatoshi

this man LOVES you, you cannot put it into words

let’s start with being in public 

he isn’t touchy feely with you in public, never. he think it looks bad and does’t wanna make you uncomfy

does hold your hand... kind of. You def. have smaller hands than he does so you grab his pinky most of the time, he thinks its really damn cute.

leaned down to kiss your forehead.

if you’re ever out to go eat at like a stand or sum, he sits down and he’s basically looking at you or at your chest depending on the chair.

ONLY PDA THING HE WILL DO ONCE IN A WHILE IS LEAN HIS HEAD ON YOUR CHEST AND PUT HIS HANDS ON YOUR BUTT IF HES FEELING ADVENTUROUS.

i know id love this- HIM LOOKING UP AT YOU AND ASKING FOR PERMISSION TO LIKE CARESS YOUR LOVE HANDLES OR HIPS BC UR SO THICC AND HE FUCKING LOVES EVERY SINGLE INCH *sigh* im touch starved

When it comes to being at home, he’s legit the most handsiest airhead in the freaking world

He could be laying on the couch, he makes you sit on his lap and your like “mmm, no” but he reminds you that he’s legit full nelsoned your ass while standing in front of a mirror and you like “..... y-you don’t need to remind me!!!” so you sit on his lap

y’all start talking and he’s like really distracted with you chest, doesn’t matter the size he just want his hand on your boobs.

very touchy man in private, this man was touch starved until you came in and now he can get enough.

“Toshi? What are you doing?”

Hes caressing your boobies and he just smiles like the big dumb idiot he is and whispers something about being in love with your chest and he sits up a lil and just shoves his face in ur tits, like not even in a sexual way.

let’s also add a lil nsfw in this fluff

when you guys first did the deed you hesitated in taking of your clothes, you did not want him to see you naked, not yet at least. he didn’t mind at, but he made you wear his shirt.

you kissed him and changed in the bathroom and when you came out wearing his shirt like a dress, he got embarrassingly hard 

that day he realized that his favorite position w you (only when you wear his shirts) is doggy style bc he’d ruin all his shirts and ball up the hem of it to pull you so deep into his cock and holy shit he’s never felt so much euphoria

he’s got you screaming his name, drooling over the bed sheets, covering his cock with your orgasm. god he loves the sight of your body giving out due to multiple orgasms.

also loves eating you out, wow

he’s told you that he’d be happy if he suffocated in-between your thighs

you had to let out a giggle but like it turned into a moan

cocky bastard

loves leaving marks on you, there’s so much skin to cover, and he wants to do it all.

Iwaizumi Hajime

I 100% believe that this boys mother is compressed as well and you cannot tell me otherwise

loves public pda especially at night

has to be touching you in some way shape or form

either holds your hand, your waist or your ass, just depends how you’re feeling and how he’s feeling

kisses your hand or the crown on your head

say if your ever standing in line and your in front of him, he will lean his head down and put his chin on top of your head

slaps your ass when he think no one is looking BUT SOMEONE IS ALWAYS LOOKING and he just makes you really embarrassed

i think he’s definitely an ass guy so he pinches your butt a lot

when he went to Irvine in Cali, he just had to take you with him, he couldn’t just leave his baby all alone without him.

you guys had a free day so y’all went to laguna beach, lucky it wasn’t as packed as it usually was or so you heard

at this point iwaizumi has given you enough confidence to wear a two piece, (obviously high waisted)  

half the time at the beach you felt like he wanted to bark at the guys who stared at your ass while you sun bathed.

he’d bother you a lot for kisses and low key make out sessions

and let me tell you when he pulled away from the kiss and saw how plum and fucking red your lips where, he was hard, he’s never wanted you to wrap you mouth around his cock so bad

he calmed down for a bit, went into the water and cooled down, while you still laid on you belly enjoying the sun

at some point he was the one sunbathing and you where in the water

and now he believes that he picked the wrong pair of short to wear bc he got hard while watching you walk back to your spot, water just dripping down every curve and in every crook of your body

“We’re going back to the hotel now.”

you don’t complain, it’s not like you didn’t fucking notice how hard his cock was, it made your mouth drool

god getting to the hotel, he wasted no time at all what so ever.

kissed you all around, you skin tasted salty and fresh on his tongue

you broke the kiss to tell him that you guys should probably get into the shower or sand will be everywhere. 

SHOWER SEX

Hajime has a love/hate relationship with shower sex but today he didn’t care, he just pounded into your pussy like it was the last time he’d ever feel you

He loves pulling your body, you back close this his chest while he’s ramming into you, whispering the naughtiest things in your ears.

it either “you’re so tight, fuck, you’re twitching. Does it feel that good, hm? You’re pussy wrapped around my cock, taking me in so well. You love this don’t you, filthy little thing you are.”

he also likes teasing you, god he loves just holding your hips just to fuck you so slowly, edging you. “Are you gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock? You’re gonna be daddy’s good girl and cum all over my cock, right?” 

he’s such an asshole, i need to stop writing bc i legit wont stop. i love hajime so much omfg

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Oh boy Sakusa is def hard to write about, but i love him so ill do it

I think is he dated a compressed reader, he’d def tease them about their height, never their weight

Although he’s always been iffy about touching, there’s just something about you

he always has to be touching you somehow

his teammates at MSBY are really surprised to figure out that he has an S/O and that he lives and breathes the same air as their Oomi

They are really surprised when you come one day after practice and he doesn’t immediately go to the showers, go goes straight to kiss you just to say a quick hello and then he rushes into the shower. 

Atsumu’s like, “how you do dat?” you shrug it off bc you have no idea either bc ever since you’ve started dating he gets a lot more comfortable with you

his teammates love you by the way especially bokuto and hinata (ima say u used to be karasunos co manager w yachi)

thicc boys and girls hang together

anytime bokuto tries hugging you, you’re ready to accept him with open arms but Oomi is just like NO. BIG NO

Pouty boy sakusa doesn’t want bo accidentally feeling you up bc thats his job

Obviously atsumu is the comic meme where it’s like “are you sakusa’s new girlfriend! Dude! He told me you were hot but i didn’t believe him, bc like have you seen him? out of his league. Like, btw, fuck him, dude. Lets elope- I AIN’T DOIN NOTHIN!”  atsumu thinks you’re hot always flirts w/ you bc he low key has a thing for thicc girls (probably gonna write something about that bc i know for a fact people believe that he’d call a big girl “pig” but i think he’d be the type of asshole to hide the fact that he’s dating you bc he’s called people pigs and what not but during his time at MSBY bokuto def. rubbed of on him.

atsumu high key doesn’t remember you but YOU DEF REMEMBER HIM

you bumped into him while refilling waters and he’s like “watch it pig”

sakusa heard what you said and atsumus like “oh shit....”

you can’t tell me sakusa did not grad his usual cute scarf and try to suffocate him with it bc he insulted his s/o before he was their s/o

“we barely knew each other then stop trying to kill him Oomi!”

high key sakusa saw you that day and was like wow.

you can out of the bathroom with ur cute hand towel and hand sanitizer, you were low key sick but didn’t wanna put anyone at risk so u had a mask on too

you caught his looking and you just waved, you don’t really remember that day but he def does bc he fell i love with u then and there

his cousin had to drag him away from following you down the hall and ask what was you cleaning regimen bc he knew id freak u out a lil but it really wouldn’t have.

sukusa is only public handsy if he’s tipsy or when he’s at home w you and the three boys (atsumu, bokuto and hinata) he says he hates them but he doesn’t and you know that bc he wouldn’t let them into their house if he did

they WILL NOT LEAVE IF THE MISS THE TRAIN OR ARE TOO DRUNK TO WALK YOU FORCE OOMI TO LET THEM SLEEP OVER

You’re like covering them with blankets any everything and lightly waking them up to put a pillow under their head, hinata low key starts crying bc he says you’re so sweet and that oomi should be feel so lucky that he’s got someone like you

okay hinata almost makes you cry but u like just boop his nose and giggle it off 

while you’re covering up atsumu, he starts flirting with you and u just laugh but tell me why sakusa will come behind you and just wrap his arms around you, puts his chin on your shoulder and glares at him

basically saying “leave my woman alone.” 

atsumu is high key (even if sakusa doesnt realize but you do) enticing sakusa so you can get a good fuck tonight bc he feels a lil bad for intruding.

TELL ME WHY IT WORKS THO

Sakusa will like drag you to bed, tease you. tie your hand behind your back so you can’t touch him and all you can do is watch him strip for you

god his body is sculpted by Himeros himself because his body is so damn sexy 

after hes down to his boxers he covers your eyes with a cloth and he gives you a good face fucking,

you cannot tell me that he doesn’t get so fucking hard after taking off the cloth and seeing how red a watery your eyes are

also this motherfucker is so dirty in bed i’m sorry (cannon him will not touch u tho like mmm sakusa cannon is a pillow prince, its still hot, def will write about it soon)

he would lick up you salty tears, and kiss your plump lips after he made you swallow his cum

he fucks you in front of the mirror that day but not on the bed

he makes you lean into your vanity so you can see up close how much of a drooling and crying mess me make you

you’re gipping onto the vanity and you’re on your fucking tippy toes, you’re twitching and so close to breaking the fucking vanity bc this isn’t your first orgasm, its probably the third or fourth

he’s covering your mouth with one hand and the other on your hip for grip as he pounds you

he might stick a finger or two in your mouth 

OH GOD I JUST THOUGHT- I JUST THOUGHT OF HIM LIKE spreading your ass too see how much you’ve cummed on his cock and he get’s the sudden urge to put this thumb in you ass, so he just runs his thumb around and it surprises you but he sees how you just tightened around his cock

he gives you a cocky look and just leans into your ear AND WHISPERS SO MANY DIRTY FUCKING THINGS WHILE NIBBLING AND LICKING YOUR EAR

“You’re such a dirty whore baby, I haven’t even put it in and you just tightened around me so good. I think- god you feel so tight... I think you might just cum from slipping my thumb into that cute ass of yours”

FILTHY , SAKUSA IS A FILTHY WHORE AND ITS FUCKING HOT

a/n: i wrote too much for sakusa when i was like wtf am i gonna write AND I ENDED UP WRITING THE MOST FOR HIM JFSIBFBSDFSKFHS IM NOT SURPRISED do i smell favoritism? yes. i’m not ashamed. 

[dulce-pjm]

under the table

word count: 3.8k

genre: fluff

summary: you’re doing great! 100% amazing. a-okay! alright, no you’re not. but what does everyone say is the perfect cure for a heart that never had the chance to be broken? game night, of course! but knowing you, there will always be complications. 

You’re at peace. 

When things are like this, the universe is in harmony. You’re tucked away from the rest of the world, cuddled up under a blanket next to the thing most important to you, a relaxed smile across your face. You think you could spend the rest of your life here, content and happy. Safe. 

But you’ve never been particularly lucky. 

“The fuck is a board game club?”

“It’s fun, I promise!” Mina looks you up and down as she stands in the doorway of your bedroom. You know how you look, sprawled on your soft comforter in sweats and a grease-stained t-shirt. Your laptop sits beside you, a trashy drama playing in the background, while your hands are occupied with your phone and a large bowl of popcorn. 

“But I’m having fun now.” You gesture to your well-planned setup, grimacing when Mina turns the lights on. “Dude. Warning, please.” She sighs, stepping into the room with a stern look on her face. You can already feel your stubborn resolve slipping. 

Mina shuts your laptop and moves it aside, plopping onto the bed next to you. She takes your non-butter-coated hand in hers. 

“Y/N, I love you. But it’s Friday night. We haven’t gone out in a month. A month!” You glare, offended she’d bring up the subject. 

“Because you know what happened last time!” Mina opens her mouth to argue, but shuts it quickly. This discussion always goes the same direction anyway. 

“This won’t be like last time,” she reassures, taking the popcorn bowl from you, much to your dismay. “I promise. You like games! It’ll be fun and tonight we’re betting, so if you win you might even have some cash to take home.” 

“But I’m so happy here.” You cuddle your pillow childishly, puffing out your bottom lip. Mina is not amused. She sighs, massaging her temples. 

“I didn’t want to do this,” she begins. “But you owe me, remember?” You cock your head, no memory coming to mind. She sighs in exasperation. “You dragged me to that stupid dance class last semester! By the end I thought I was gonna puke!” You scoff. 

“Oh, puh-lease, you were practically drooling over the instructor. He was so hot I forgot about the pain. Too bad he has a girlfriend now. I stalked him on Instagram.” Mina laughs, a light tinkling sound compared to your usual guffawing, abrasive and obnoxious. 

“So… you’ll come?” You take a moment to think, despite already knowing your answer. You were too easy to guilt-trip, you knew. Too trusting, too. But Mina was right, you did owe her. You sigh. 

“Fine. I’ll come.” Mina’s entire face lights up as she cheers and hurries to her feet. Your joints creak as you heave your limbs off of the bed while Mina begins babbling instructions your way. 

You were rather talented at board games. And silly banter. You might even have a chance at walking away with the money. This will be fun, you assure yourself. 

“...So, yeah. Just bring ten bucks. And maybe change first.” Her eyes take one last glance at your outfit in light disgust. “Be ready in half an hour?”

“Mhmm,” you groan, stumbling to your closet. You sniff one of your old sweaters and when no ungodly stench meets you, you shrug it on in place of your tee. Mina thanks you before trotting out of the room, taking away your snack with her. 

This will be fun, this will be fun.

Or, at least it better be. You make a mental note that, if this goes south, you aren’t leaving this apartment for the next six months. 

After sprucing up your appearance and coating yourself with cheap perfume, you approach the supposed ‘board game club meeting’ (how the hell did that get approved, anyway?) with a newfound sense of confidence. Your smile is beaming, your shoulders are back and unbothered, your skin glowing. Wait, doesn’t that phrase mean you’re pregnant? You can’t remember. Not that pregnancy is even a remote possibility for you anyway. What with you never leaving the apartment and all.

You trail after Mina as she weaves through the library halls, before slowing in front of a corner study room. You’re astounded she made it here so easily, you had no idea this was even here. To your knowledge, this wing of the library was reserved for storage and staff. 

 Just as you’re about to follow her through the door, she spins to face you. 

“You know, I’ve been thinking and you know if you really don’t want to go-” 

“Oh my god, we’re here already! Let’s just go in!” You smile at her teasingly while she blushes. Despite how it might look to outsiders, you and Mina care about each other deeply. You appreciate how considerate she is of you.

 “Alrighty then!” She turns back around and throws open the door, drawing the greetings of everyone else in the room. Your eyes land on Mark, Mina’s boyfriend, who’s already shot to his feet and pulled Mina in for a kiss. 

You barely have time to scan the rest of the crowd before Mark’s wrapped you up in a hug, ruffling your hair. He’d always been friendly, definitely a little much for you. But his affectionate ways are perfect for Mina. 

“Hey! Didn’t expect to see you here.” He finally parts from you, allowing you room to breathe. You shrug sheepishly. 

“Well, here I am.” Your hands fidget nervously at the belt loops of your jeans. “So expect to lose.” Mark laughs, wrapping an arm around Mina. You suppress the part of you that’s immensely jealous of their easy-going relationship. You’ve never been able to achieve quite the same thing. Your relationships rarely lasted longer than a few months, at best. 

“I believe it. You always outplay me in Monopoly.” He throws a thumb over his shoulder. “But Yoongi might give you a run for your money.”

Your blood runs cold. Chills travel across your skin. A fire fueled by anger and embarrassment that had almost sputtered out over the past month is suddenly reignited, a blazing furnace beneath your face and chest. 

“What?” Mina’s smile becomes strained while you stand there, face void of emotion despite the thunderstorm raging inside. Her voice lowers to a harsh whisper. “I thought you said he wasn’t coming!” Mark, oblivious to the brewing conflict, smiles happily.

“Yeah, but his work thing got canceled, so I told him there was still plenty of room.” Pride beams off of his face. At any other time, Mina would congratulate him for his efforts to be inclusive and encouraging to their mutual friend. But right now, she was starting to be as panicked as you were pissed. 

Your mind is flooded with memories of fun conversation, casual flirting, and, ultimately, anxious nights spent staring at your phone screen, waiting for a very specific notification to appear. But it never did. You’re starting to see red. 

“God, Mark, I told you about this!” Mina turns to you, eyes frantic. “You know, if you just want to go back home, that’s okay. I’ll go with you, we can watch dramas and eat pizza and-”

“It’s fine,” you spit through clenched teeth. You force your fists to relax, allow a gentle smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes to settle across your lips. 

“A- Are you sure?” Mina touches your arm with concern, forcing you to tear your gaze away from a certain someone across the room. You shrug nonchalantly, forcing your smile to go wider. 

“Why wouldn’t it be?” 

“Y/N, you seriously don’t-”

“It’s fine, Mina.” She immediately clamps her mouth shut, knowing your will is set in stone by the harsh tone of your voice. She nods vigorously and steps back into the arms of a very confused Mark. 

“Okay, okay.” She puts up her hands defensively before smiling and facing the rest of the group. “Who’s ready to get started?” She’s met with cheers and smiles as Mark settles into a seat beside her and starts dealing cards, leaving one empty chair, across from Yoongi. 

You slide into it, meeting his intense gaze as he looks up from his phone. Not that it surprises you, but he appears exactly the same. He’s fucking gorgeous. His features are soft, yet when he meets your eyes with that piercing gaze and unreadable expression, he becomes sharp and intimidating. His greyish-brown locks just barely sit above his dark, umber eyes, effortlessly tousled. Even his taste is good, his outfit composed of a leather jacket and vintage band t-shirt, topped with a single hoop earring. 

God, he is so perfect. Was so perfect, until he’d ignited your unending anger. 

“Hey,” you mutter, words coming off much more bitter than intended. Whatever. It’s how you feel, anyways. 

“Hey,” he replies. “Been a while.” His eyes never leave yours. 

“Sure has.” Your nostrils flare against your will. “You doing alright? Gone on any more blind dates?” Yoongi’s lips twist into a scowl. 

“Can’t say I have. You were the one and only.” The staredown between you two could start wars. The negative energy you’re generating sends a chill down an unsuspecting Mark’s spine. 

Your brooding is interrupted when a shiny, white sticker is passed in front of you. 

“It’s a name tag!” Mina explains, looking between you two anxiously. “You can decorate it. It’s fun.” You internally roll your eyes at Mina’s not-so-sly attempt to break up your silent argument. 

You grab a stray pen to scribble your name, but just as the ink begins to meet the sticker, fingers tighten around your wrist. With his free hand, Yoongi takes the sticker from you, bringing it to his side of the table. 

“Let me do it. Your handwriting is shit.” You grimace. He isn’t wrong. You work to get your mind moving, you’re already behind in the insult-slinging. After a brief moment, Yoongi releases your wrist and snatches the pen from your fingertips, dipping his head to start writing. 

“So are your dialing abilities.” Yoongi pauses, his eyes lifting, a poorly built facade of confusion masking what you’re sure is smug pride. The little shit. 

“What?” he asks curiously, pen lowering. 

“You heard me.” You cross your arms and lean back in your seat, as if daring him to challenge you. This asshole had the nerve to pretend he enjoyed your company despite the less-than-ideal circumstances, treat you to a nice date, not call you ever again, NOT EVER CALL YOU AGAIN, and then pretend he didn’t know what you were talking about? God, you’d really dodged a bullet there. Or, you would have. If Yoongi had picked up the damn phone and taken a shot in the first place. 

After a few seconds, a smirk plays on his lips and he shakes his head, returning to the sticker. 

“I see you and Yoongi are acquainted!” Mark comments, throwing an arm over your shoulder while blissfully unaware of the situation. Oh, to be pretty and ignorant. “He’s a monster at Risk, let me tell you. He could probably take over the world if he really wanted to. Most of the time, he’s the lucky guy walking away with the payout.” Yoongi shrugs, eyes still focused on the project before him. 

“Or you guys just suck.” Mark laughs, the boisterous sound rattling from his chest. 

“Either way, he’s the guy to beat.” You nod in understanding as a plan hatches in your mind. You rub your hands together, not unlike a cartoon villain. Your fixed smile becomes slightly crazed and Cheshire cat-like. 

Interesting. Very interesting. So, if you were to, perhaps, theoretically, make some private bets and win this game night, Yoongi would be out a shit ton of money? Now that sounded like fun, Mina be damned. Screw closure and moving on, revenge is much more gratifying. 

When Yoongi finishes your nametag, you slap it on your sweater without so much as a glance, oblivious to the way his face falls. 

If it took every fiber of your being, you were going to beat Yoongi’s ass, steal his money, and never ever see him again. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fuck!

How was it possible for somebody to be good at Candyland?! The game’s pure goddamn luck. But here Yoongi was, having claimed victory for three out of the six games played so far (you claiming the other three) and being well on his way to winning the seventh and final game: Uno. 

You, Yoongi, and Mina are down to three cards each, while Mark and the other participants are too caught up in rambunctious conversation to care that they’re losing terribly. 

Mistakes have been made. You had egged Yoongi on into raising the bets between you two from ten to fifty dollars. And now you were fearing you’d lose. But your will was still strong, refusing to give up so easily. And where there was a will, there were Draw Four cards. 

“Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?” Yoongi groans, reaching to draw from the pile. But at the last second, his fingers flicker back to his hand, slapping his own Draw Four card onto the table. You sigh, banging your head against the table without an ounce of embarrassment or true anger. That time had long passed. Now you were just exasperated. 

Mina cries out in protest, but having nothing to counter with, she begrudgingly draws eight, eliminating her from the close race between you and Yoongi, having two cards each. Yoongi smiles apologetically, making you laugh quietly to yourself. 

When he wasn’t being an ass, Yoongi still made pleasant company. He was nice and sarcastic and introspective, never failing to add something new to the conversation. Despite your initial resolve, you’d found yourself opening up to him once again, obnoxiously cracking your own jokes and telling wild stories from your past experiences. Whenever Yoongi smiled or laughed at you, your heart soared. If only he had called you back, things could be different. 

But they weren’t. This is a war now. A war you intend to win. 

“What are you doing?” The question startles you from the goofy selfie you’re taking as you wait for the play to make its way around the table. You set down your phone, ignoring the way that, in the picture, your eyes are straight ahead, meeting Yoongi’s, rather than directed at the camera.

“Texting my nephew.” Yoongi cocks his head, brows furrowing. “He’s five and has a tablet for some godforsaken reason. We just send each other pictures of ourselves making stupid faces back and forth. It’s silly.” You don’t know why you’re suddenly sheepish, heat rising to your face. It’s probably the bad air conditioning in this place. Yoongi’s confused expression melts into a soft smile, making the furnace beneath your cheeks blaze hotter. 

“Cute,” he murmurs.

“What?” He shrugs, taking a sip at his soda. Your eyes narrow. What kind of game is he playing? Does he think flirting with you will distract you from the mission at hand? Because if so, he’s an absolute idiot. 

“You’re an idiot!” you’re yelling just a few minutes later. Yoongi’s practically cackling from across the table, clutching his middle with one hand, the other holding just one card. You still had two, but no matter. It’s pretty unlikely he’ll be able to play his hand anyway. “The cookie is the backbone of the entire Oreo! Without it, the whole experience is ruined! Don’t disregard it so easily.” Yoongi only snickers more, his gums peeking out from behind his massive smile. He’s enjoying the way you get riled up so easily, how quickly he can get under your skin with the most meaningless of words. 

“It doesn’t even taste good, Y/N. The least they could do is make it taste like sugar, since that’s practically all an Oreo is.” You roll your eyes. 

“That ruins the whole balance. The only thing you could possibly add to an Oreo to make it better is peanut butter.”

“Peanut butter?” Yoongi leans forward in interest and slight disgust. You nod assuredly, finding yourself leaning forward as well.

“Trust me, it’ll change your life.” Yoongi looks at you earnestly. 

“I’m pretty sure it’s you that’s the life-changer.” Your eyebrows pop upward, jaw momentarily dipping open before you snap it shut. No. No. You’re not falling for this again. You scoff and fall back into the incredibly uncomfortable chair, which only makes Yoongi smile proudly. 

“Y/N, it’s your turn.” Mark nudges you and you barely acknowledge him, slapping your blue four onto the pile easily. 

Yoongi looks at you oddly, lolling his head to the side. 

“What?” you snap, giving him your best glare.

“You’re done with your turn?” he asks, expression turning slightly concerned. God, he was such a fucking tease. 

“Yes I’m done, you dipshit. Play your turn.” You glance at your phone screen, seeing several notifications from your nephew and a scolding text from your sister for encouraging his behavior. 

Yoongi sighs, drawing his card when he can’t play. When you glance up, there’s a smirk on his face once again.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Yoongi’s smirk deepens. 

“You didn’t say ‘Uno.’” You stare at Yoongi. He starts to snicker again. 

“Fuck!” you shout, ignoring Mina’s many comments about ‘language!’ and ‘non-competitive dialogue!’ Yoongi laughs in your face, not even bothering to cover his mouth and try to spare you. You’re about to go ballistic, your fists clenched as Yoongi does the favor of drawing four for you, sliding them in front of you. God, you hate him. 

In the end, neither of you wins. Some freshman with glasses you didn’t know took the victory, teasing his apparent girlfriend for losing. Who even let freshmen in here, anyway? The participants decide that the winnings will be divided between you and Yoongi, since you both won three games, and the mini-bet between the two of you becomes null, with neither of you able to fully stake your claim.

But you’re the one who’s really been defeated. You couldn’t even succeed in getting a second date with this guy, what made you think you could beat him in board games?

You give Yoongi a small, meek nod before standing to go. Mina left with Mark already after double and triple-checking that you were okay to walk home alone. You make for the door, open the handle as unexpected tears threaten to prick at your eyes. 

You’re so pathetic. You’d let a fucking blind date get you so upset you’d barely left your apartment in the past month except to go to class. Could you really be faulted? You hadn’t had so much fun with someone in your entire life. You could feel the connection, the spark, between the two of you. You were certain this was the one that would last. So you took the leap, gave him your number, proposed a second date. But he never called you. Not once. 

You’re unlikable. Unlovable. You don’t deserve to win game night, let alone to win at life or relationships or-

“Y/N, wait up.” Yoongi’s found his way next to you as you trudge out of the library, staring straight ahead. 

Great.

“What is it, Yoongi?” You shoot him a dark look, only to find his ears tinged pink and his hand awkwardly scratching his scalp. 

“Well, uh, I was thinking.” The sentence ends, thought hanging unfinished in the air. 

“You were… thinking?” Yoongi jolts, like he’d forgotten you were here. His eyes never meet yours, contrary to his crude confidence from before. 

“Yeah! And, um-” He sighs, taking a deep inhale through his nose. “I think we should use the money we won and go on a second date.”

What.

“What?” You’re openly gaping at him now. “Why?!”

“Because I really enjoyed our first date and I’d like another one.” You’re running out of air, sputtering on your breath. 

“But- But you didn’t even call me! I asked you out and now you suddenly change your mind?” After an excruciating moment, Yoongi’s eyes meet yours, panicked rather than unreadable. The image is unsettling and unfamiliar. You’re starting to feel dizzy. 

“Because you gave me a fake number!” You gawk at him in confusion. “Or that’s what I thought, until you were talking earlier and I put it all together.” He grins, seemingly finding his confidence again. “Your shitty handwriting made me misread your number. I almost thought it was on purpose until now, that you just wanted to get rid of me. But it was all a misunderstanding.”

The weight of his words settles on your shoulders, making your head spin. All a misunderstanding? All those stupid tears and endless nights over… a misunderstanding? You could laugh. You do, actually. The sound makes Yoongi jump as the two of you step outside, the night oddly warm despite the time nearly reaching midnight. A stupid, dopey grin spreads across your face. 

Yoongi doesn’t hate you. He doesn’t think you’re stupid or unlikable. You’d done everything right, well, almost everything right. It’s humorous, really. 

“So, uh… What do ya say? Tomorrow? Seven?” You smirk. 

“Bold of you to assume I’m free.” Yoongi’s grinning too, enjoying the casual banter significantly more than the way his face grew flushed and he couldn’t seem to spit out what he wanted to say. 

“Well, then cancel your plans.” His eyes flash wildly and you giggle childishly, taking delight in his antics. You nod, your cheeks beginning to ache. 

“Tomorrow at seven.” Yoongi grins as you prepare to go your separate ways. 

“Tomorrow at seven.” You spin and begin walking the other way, but not before Yoongi can call after you again. 

“What?” You laugh, yelling at him from down the sidewalk, the streetlamps barely illuminating his figure. 

“Check your nametag! And text me when you’re home so I know you’re safe!” You laugh again. 

“I don’t even have your number, dipshit!” Yoongi sighs loudly, the sound echoing down the empty street. 

“Just check the fucking nametag!” 

“Fine, fine!” You giggle as you peel the sticker off your shirt. Your giggle intensifies when you see its contents. 

Along with your name, Yoongi decided to draw a small picture that you could only assume was you, composed of an angry face, frazzled hair, and devil horns. And in the bottom right corner is a string of digits. You’re grinning from ear to ear as you stare at the piece of paper. You tell yourself to find a safe place to keep it when you get home. 

“Goodnight, Y/N!” he shouts, figure fading farther in the distance. 

“Goodnight!” 

You practically skip home, your body singing with adrenaline and joy. 

You muse that your world might never be in balance or harmony, not in your lifetime, anyway. 

But with you beside Yoongi, you thought it’d be pretty damn close. 

[breanime]

on the "5 times Miguel & Eva almost got caught perving on one another and 1 time they did": I sort of imagined it spanned their whole relationship? So maybe some college, some of the pre-kids early days, some when they first show up heck maybe one in the afternoon before the big blow-up where Miguel gets his head up his ass. And then I guess once caught by kids?

I kind of just made this a 5 times they were perving on each other and tried to hide it and the one time they didn’t hide it, so it’s not exactly what you asked. I’m sorry, but I hope you like it!

One

Rio was exhausted in the best way. It was three in the morning, he was living in a fucking mansion, and Cleo was naked and dozing off in his bed. He went to the fridge, taking out a gallon of OJ with the name “Coco” written on it and chugged it. He was shirtless, and the cool air from the fridge felt good on his warm skin. Too tired to do anything productive, and too awake to sleep, Rio wandered around the halls for a bit until he heard voices.

“I’m telling you, they’re ready to deal,” Miguel was pacing, Rio could tell by the controlled anxiety in his voice, “All I need is a day, maybe two, and I can secure their invests on this.”

“I know you think that,” Eve sighed, “but, really, Miguel, we’ve tried everything. There’s no point in prolonging defeat. We should cut our losses and move on.”

Rio poked his head around the corner, about to offer his unasked for two cents, but stopped when he took in the scene.

Miguel’s back was to him, and he was leaning over his desk, peering down at a few papers. And Eve...

...Eve was definitely checking out his ass.

Rio grinned, “Anything I can do to help?” He asked, chuckling softly at the way Eve jumped and took out her phone, sparing her one more smirk before walking away.

“The hell was that about?” Miguel muttered.

“Probably nothing,” Eve said back, not looking up from her phone, her cheeks warm. 

She didn’t look Miguel in the eye for the rest of the night.

Two

“I’m gonna slap you,” Coco growled.

“Why?” Angel asked back.

“You fucking know why.”

“Dude, the fuck you want me to do? Not look?”

“Yes! That’s exactly what I want you to do, you animal!”

“Bro, she’s wearing a fucking mini-skirt, how am I not supposed to look?”

Coco slapped him in the back of the head then, and Angel yelped, jumping back. “Carnal, look, even Miguel is checking her out!”

The two boys turned. Miguel was, in fact, checking out Eve in her tight, tiny mini-skirt. 

Coco made a face, “He’s not even blinking.”

“Dude’s a second away from drooling on his Armani suit.”

“Should we say something?”

“Like what? ‘Yo, we all know how bad you wanna break Eve’s back, but maybe stop ogling her in front of the whole house’?” Angel suggested.

Coco shook his head, “C’mon man, be more subtle... YO TIO, YOU NEED A GLASS OF WATER OR SOMETHIN’?!”

Miguel turned away, and Eve raised an eyebrow, confused as to why Miguel looked so guilty while Coco and Angel were laughing their asses off.

Three

Letty sat on Coco’s lap, kicking her feet as she enjoyed her chocolate ice cream cone with sprinkles. Liyah was in the kitchen with Eve, and the two of them were talking when Miguel walked into the dining room.

“Papa Miguel,” Letty said cheerily, “Daddy got us ice cream, and I got sprinkles!”

“I see,” Miguel smiled at his pseudo-granddaughter, “Is it yummy, amor?”

Eve couldn’t help but smile as she watched the exchange. Miguel adored Letty, and watching the two of them together always threatened to make her swoon. She watched as Letty offered up her cone to Miguel, and Eve felt her heart flip in her chest when his tongue came out to sample the treat. She never wanted to be an ice cream cone so badly in her life...

“Damn girl,” Liyah grinned, “you, uh, need a minute alone? Or at least a drink?”

Eve made a noise, turning around so that no one could see the dirty thoughts reflected in her eyes.

Four

When Eve walked in the room, Miguel and the kids were on the couch, watching...

“What is this?” She asked, tossing her ridiculously expensive purse (a gift from Miguel) onto the side table. 

“Security footage from our last job,” Spooky answered, “We wanted to review a few things.”

“Oh... Okay,” she went to stand next to Miguel, who was holding his chin in his hand. 

Miguel was trying to concentrate; he really was....it was important to watch the footage, see where they could improve for next time, but it was hard to focus when Eve was so close to him. She smelled so good; he knew for a fact that she was wearing his favorite perfume, and she looked as beautiful as ever, a small frown on her face as she watched the footage. The kids were talking, but he couldn’t hear them, all he could hear was the sound of his own heart beating the more he thought about Eve...

...his best friend, his partner...

...the woman he loved, but could never have.

“Is that Angel?” She asked.

“What?” He turned, blinking. “Is what Angel?”

“That,” she pointed to the TV with her chin, “Is that Angel or Spooky with the safe? I can’t tell.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s Angel,” he answered, clearing his throat and looking back at the screen, “Why?”

“Strong as he is, wouldn’t it have made sense--and been faster--to just have him stack the smaller safe with the lockboxes onto the bigger one and wheel them both to the truck at the same time?”

Miguel nodded slowly, considering it. “Yeah, that’s... That would be smarter, more efficient.”

“Oh, there’s Spooky... Didi did a great job covering all the guys’ tattoos.”

“Except Coco,” Angel called from his spot on the couch.

“Yeah, Coco is more tattoo than man,” Rio added with a smirk.

“Look who’s fucking talking,” Coco drawled back, only refraining from flicking him off because Eve was in the room.

Eve laughed, and Miguel couldn’t help but smile at the sound. She had a beautiful laugh, and her lips...

“...Miguel,” Didi called, “Uncle Miguel!”

He blinked, turning away from Eve to look at his niece. “Sí?”

Didi grinned, “I asked you a question, but you were too busy eye-fucking Eve to hear me.”

“Language, young lady,” Miguel said, more out as a deflection technique than out of genuine concern for her cursing.

“Coco just said ‘fucking’ two seconds ago!” She pointed out.

“Miguel, look,” Spooky sat up, “This is what I was talking about before, watch Rio...”

Miguel turned his attention (or at least a small portion of it) to the screen. Rio, Spooky, and Angel were loading the safes onto the truck. Coco’s head--wearing a black stocking over his face--popped out of the driver’s side window to watch them. On screen, Spooky said something to Angel and Rio, and Rio responded by nodding his head.

“See?” Spooky asked, leaning forward in his seat.

“See what?” Rio asked back, irritation clear in his voice.

“That nod--that could be used to identify you,” Spooky shot back.

“A nod? You for real, dude?” Angel said, rolling his eyes.

“We’re supposed to be as non-specific as possible, that’s why we wear masks and disguise our voices. Things like that,” Spooky gestured back to the TV with the remote, “can be used to implicate us.”

“How?” Rio asked back.

“They could match that nod to you, they follow you for less than a day, they’ll see you do it a good dozen times--”

“--Yeah, me and every other Latin dude within 8,000 miles,” Rio shrugged, “It’s a common fucking gesture, man. And even if they see me, specifically, doing it, they’d need way more evidence than that to get me in an interrogation room, much less get clearance to tail me.”

“The rule is to be as non-specific as possible,” Spooky repeated, “You know that, any tiny little gesture or comment can be used to track us down--”

“Dude, you’re blowing this out of proportion,” Angel said quietly.

“Yeah, Spooky, it ain’t that big a deal,” Coco added.

“Are you guys serious right now?” Spooky cried out.

“Why do you always act like the sky is falling down?” Rio shouted back. “We pulled a successful job, man! Shit went off without a hitch!”

“It’s not over just cause we got away,” Spooky argued, “There’s gonna be investigations, interviews--”

“--Yeah, I know how this shit works.”

“Enough,” Miguel’s voice broke up the squabbling quickly, “There’s no point in arguing over a hypothetical. Play the tape.”

He received no arguments, the tape was resumed, and they watched it in silence.

And Eve was pretty sure that Miguel’s small show of authority would be appearing in her fantasies tonight.

Five

Miguel hated when Eve cried; he hated when she was sad. She was working on less than three hours of sleep and was determined to keep working--despite Miguel’s continuous efforts to get her to take a break.

And now she was crying.

Miguel knew her well enough to know that she wasn’t so much upset, as much as exhausted, so he didn’t try to soothe her with platitudes.

He just walked over to her, wiped her tears, and pulled her in for a hug. 

Eve melted into his embrace, sniffling as her tears dried up. 

He pulled back a bit, looking down at her, his hand, warm and gentle, on the side of her face. Her skin was soft under his hand, and her eyes, wet with tears, were still the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen in his entire life. 

Eve felt like she was floating, like she was a balloon full of anxiety and exhaustion, and Miguel was keeping her tethered to the earth. When she looked up at him and into those deep, deep brown eyes, it was like she could feel herself coming back to her body, could feel Miguel chasing away the doubts and uncertainties and replacing them with his support and comfort. 

 “You need to get some rest,” he said softly, “Some sleep will do you some good. You can stay here; you know you can.”

She nodded, his hand was still on her cheek, and she put her hand over his. “Thanks, Miguel.”

“Yeah,” he licked his lips, and her eyes eagerly followed the motion, “of course...” He leaned closer, and she swayed forward a bit.

“Papa Miguel,” Letty’s little voice broke the pair apart. She stood in the doorway, her stuffed bunny under her arm, wearing footed pajamas. “Papi and me fell asleep on the couch, and he’s too big for me to carry. Can you help me?” She paused, rubbing her sleepy eyes with her little fist. “Are you sad, Ms. Eve?”

Eve laughed, wiping under her eyes for any stray tears. “No, sweetheart, I’m just tired. Like your Daddy.”

“You need me to help wake your Papi up?” Miguel asked, going over to Letty and picking her up.

“Papi snores when he doesn’t sleep at home with me and Mommy,” Letty reported as Miguel carried her away. He turned for a moment, and he and Eve locked eyes. 

And then he was gone.

Plus One

It had been hard for Miguel to control his lustful feelings for Eve before they were a couple, but now that they were? 

It was damn near impossible.

Which is why she was currently on his desk, her legs wrapped around his waist, her mouth connected to his. There were papers and files on the floor, but Miguel didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was keeping her close to him. 

Eve’s hands were on his chest, and he growled into her mouth when she ripped his shirt open, the buttons flying as Miguel lowered his head and lightly bit into her neck. 

“Miguel...” She sighed out, and the sound of her voice, so full of desire and so damn sexy, made him weak. He slid his hand between her legs, separating her thighs as he licked her neck, and Miguel groaned again when he felt her hands unbuckling his belt. 

And then the door opened.

And then the cheering started. 

“Yoooooo! It’s about damn time!” Angel clapped. “I mean, Eve, love, you could do better, but still!”

“I knew it!” Spooky grinned. “I called it, I fucking called it!”

“Ay, I’m happy for you and everything, but we gotta set some ground rules or something,” Coco groaned.

“Yeah, Miguel, tie a sock on the doorknob or something next time,” Rio said with a smirk, “This is a home, not a frat house, man.”

“Oh my God, I gotta tell Toni,” Didi giggled, taking her phone out and snapping a quick picture, “You two look so good together!”

“Jesus...” Miguel murmured. “Okay, you guys have had your dramatic little showing, now leave.”

“He said, lovingly,” Rio said, already walking off, “Cleo is gonna lose her shit over this.”

“They got together faster than I expected,” Didi said cheerfully as she followed her brother out.

“Nah, he was all nervous she’d never wanna talk to him again after he almost fired her,” Spooky added, “This was the obvious next step.”

Miguel dropped his head into the crook of Eve’s neck, sighing as he--finally--heard the door slam behind them. Eve giggled, kissing the top of his head as she ran her fingers through his hair. He stood up, smiling softly at the woman he loved. “So...” he said, kissing the side of her mouth where her smile started.

“...should we put a sock on the door?”

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Writing this took me SO long because I keep getting distracted by these Netlfix movies. Writing this also made me want to do a ficlet of smut for all the characters.....would anyone wanna read that, per chance? Let me know! :)

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, donttouchthebrokentoaster

May 27-Darcy/Brock or Darcy/Bucky soulmate fic. Like angsty with a happy ending would be great, for @donttouchthebrokentoaster

Written by @celiaequus

Didn’t bad guys know by now that Darcy was not Jane?  Or did this guy want to get to Jane, and knew the only way was through Darcy?

Didn’t matter right now.  She’d tasered him right away and then sent for the cavalry.  Meanwhile, Jane was safely tucked away doing Science without even noticing the commotion outside the lab.  Former commotion.  

“What were you actually hoping to accomplish here?” Darcy said, staring down at the masked man with the black t-shirt.  “And who the hell are you?”

He was still twitching, so she yanked the mask off his head.  Was this Daredevil?  Nah, he had some kind of white paint on the shirt that was so worn off she couldn’t even tell what the picture used to be.  He was ruggedly handsome - just her luck he was a bad guy - with a smattering of scars and defined muscles beneath the tight shirt.  Yummy.  But a bad guy.  What a waste.

Cap showed up not long after the dude stopped twitching.  Darcy was still standing there with her taser at the ready, recharged and waiting for action.  Steve skidded to a halt beside her, staring down at the man.

“Rumlow?” he said.

“Hold your horses,” Darcy said.  “This is the guy you used to work with at HYDRA-SHIELD?”

“Yes,” Steve said grimly.  “I don’t know why he broke in here, but I’m glad you’re armed, Darcy.”

“Me to,” she said.  Geez, the head of one of SHIELD’s elite teams, potentially more dangerous than Natasha and Clint.  Definitely more dangerous to her.  She took a step back while Steve hauled the guy to his feet.  When Rumlow arched an eyebrow, looking Darcy over head to toe, her eyes narrowed and she tilted her chin up in challenge.  What was he gonna do to her with Captain America holding him back?

“You are a little spitfire, aren’t you?”

Well… he could knock her off her feet with her own damn soul words, for one thing.

“Holy shit,” she said, blinking.  “You’re my…?  No, no way.  Steve, they’ve found out my soul words.  They know my soul words!”

“What?” Steve said, staring at her.  “How could they find out?”

“I don’t know!  But he just said them.”

“If you wanna check my chest, you’ll see your own handwriting there,” Rumlow said, grinning cockily.  “Go on.  What can I do to you with Captain America holding me back?”

She hated the way he’d echoed her thoughts, but kept her poker face on as she yanked down the top of his t-shirt.  She let go as soon as she saw the words there, in her writing, staring back at her.  She raised her eyes to Steve, who looked grim.

“Get him out of here,” she said lowly.  “Do whatever you want to him, I don’t care.  But I never want to see him again.”

She retreated to the lab, tears filling her eyes, and hoped Jane would keep working long enough for Darcy to get herself under control.

While she was waiting, Thor arrived.  Instead of going through to check on his girlfriend, he sat beside Darcy and held her while she buried her tear-stained face in his shoulder.

***

“Y’know, you could always be my girlfriend,” Bucky said.  They were spread out on the sofa in the Avengers common area, watching Peanuts.  “No one says you’ve gotta be with your soulmate.”

“I don’t care about dating,” Darcy said, shoving her hand into the bowl of popcorn between them.  “I don’t need a guy.  But I don’t understand why he’s my soulmate.  All I did was protect Janey, and that had nothing to do with being his soulmate.”

“Maybe it’ll be important later on?”

“I hope he doesn’t get a chance,” she said darkly.  “Except… I’m curious.  He’s hot.”  Bucky frowned.  “I mean, despite all the scars and the evilness, he’s got a smokin’ hot bod.  I could’ve seriously drooled over him if he was a good guy.  I’d be happy if he’s a good guy.  But he’s HYDRA.  He’s evil and an asshole and he would’ve hurt Jane.  And they controlled you, buddy.  I can’t let that slide.”

“Then maybe refusing to be with him is the punishment he’ll never get over,” Bucky said, smirking slightly.  “That’d be pretty cool.”

“Yeah, I guess.”  She tilted her head.  “I was always more in favour of Free Will.  My folks weren’t soulmates and they were happy.  They’re still happy.  And people get stuck in bad relationships with their soulmates.  I refuse to be one of them.  I can’t forgive someone who hurt you and Steve so bad, and I couldn’t respect myself if I got into a relationship with a villain.  Even if he reformed, he’s done too much bad stuff in the past.”  Bucky opened his mouth.  “You didn’t have autonomy.  He did.”

“So be my girlfriend instead,” he said.

“I can’t do that to you,” she said, shaking her head.  “Like I said, I don’t need a boyfriend.  It’s sweet of you to offer, Bucky, but you might find someone you like.”

“Darcy.”  His smile disappeared and he looked pained.  “I have.”

“So why’re you asking--”

“I thought you were smart.  C’mon, why would I ask you to be my girlfriend unless…”

Her jaw dropped.

“Wait, you like me?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“You wanna date me?”

“Yeah.  I hated hearing that you found your soulmate.  Steve didn’t wanna tell me, knowin’ how I feel about you, but he didn’t want me to hear it from anyone else.  Is it bad that I’m glad you don’t like your soulmate?  That it’s someone like Rumlow, because it means that… that I’ve got a chance?”

Darcy smiled softly, moved the popcorn out of the way, and snuggled into Bucky’s side.  He put a tentative arm around her.

“It’s not bad at all,” she said.

[whoreforacotar]

Batboys Hockey AU

I GOT THIS IDEA AND I'M FUCKING DOING IT

Jason: #19

-probably a forward

-could be a defenseman

-the captain that everyone wishes they had

-dude loves to fight people tho

-especially when people chirp at him about you

-you both met after a game actually

-he was super nice to you, as nice as he could be with a bloody lip and black eye with a bad attitude towards the other team

-plays for the Gotham Knights

-jersey colors are black and silver

-always makes jokes about why they aren't called the Bats

-logical mascot right???

-anyways

-he never got your number which really fucked him up

-because like, he's always so confident and shit, why didn't he ask for your number when he had the chance

-realized that he was too comfortable around you and totally forgot about asking you out because he was so fucking relaxed

-next game tho

-some guy from the Metropolis Otters decided to talk about you and jason fucking lost it

-this boi barely knew you but he knew he liked you so fuck that guy amiright?

-you knew exactly what had happened considering the guy pointed towards you and then spoke and then Jason hauled off and punched him

-you couldn't lie to yourself and say you didn't think it was an amazing gesture

-Jason was sent to the sin bin and next thing you know, he fucking winked at you

-helmet off and looking all hot and shit

-long story short, that's how you guys got started

-he asked you out after that game and you guys hit it off while on an ice skating date

-gives you his extra jersey which is fucking huge on you btw

-"do I have to stay out of the box? I like sitting next to you tho."

-boi gets you seats every game he has

Dick: #43

-definitely the center

-one of the highest scoring players in the minors

-somehow has never gotten extremely hurt

-still has all of his teeth

-perfect hair you know what I'm saying

-never had a broken nose

-never fights

-boy is too likeable-

-Alternate captain to Jason

-owns it like hell tho

-loves to chat it up with the refs

-mainly because he has to get them to like him so they wont hate on Jason so much

-you ended up going to one of the games with Tim because he was like your best friend and shit

-flirted with you shamelessly

-you made the first move tho

-he was gonna wait until he saw you again

-you asked for his number and he couldn't believe it

-girls never usually went up to him and asked him that kind of stuff

-you did

-and he of course gave it to you

Tim: #79

-definitely a goalie

-no doubt

-boy can move so easily in skates

-you would never expect it from him

-plays on a lower class team 

-plays on said team because none of his brothers are on it

-actually loves the idea of being goalie

-met you during morning skate 

-you were the coach's daughter

-nice job tim, nice job

-anyways

-boi nearly fell flat on his face

-saw you step onto the ice with a stick while carrying the puck and next thing you knew

-this fucking kid was basically drooling under his mask

-the coach introduced you two because tim needed some help on his reflexes

-you were shooting and he was trying to pay attention to the puck instead of you

-it wasn't working

-he slipped and fell right on his bum

-then he ended up getting hurt and you helped him stretch his muscles afterward

-you guys became great friends

-later on in the year that you were friends

-he kissed you before one of his big games

Damian: #14

-VIOLENT BOI

-definitely on defense

-boi can score from center line

-slapshot is a nightmare to be in front of tho

-plays on the team that Jason and Dick used to play on, the Gotham Knights

-gets into a fight if he needs to

-but whenever someone even mentions your name on the ice

-oof

-dude better watch out

-Damian actually met you when him and Jon got in a "fight"

-you were Jon's cousin from out of town

-you wanted to support your cousin

-until you saw how hot his new friend was

-"Holy shitballs"

-your uncle Clark nearly fainted from the profanities that came out of your mouth when the fight started

-damian saw you tho

-you had glass seats right next to the penalty box

-he waved and sent a wink with a small smirk

-hair a mess. black eye coming in, and a dazzling smile to sweep you off your feet

-you waved hesitantly, but you waved

-Jon wasn't happy

-mainly because from then on you rooted for Gotham

-boi was a grump for the next four weeks

-Damian was through the fucking roof

-you guys ended up going out after a few games

-damian def lets you wear his jersey

-boi loves you with all your heart

-always waves to you after a fight on the ice

[dr-edits-fanart-and-imagines]

this is.... me.... i've had night terrors growing up and while they don't happen as often anymore, they still do happen! it's horrifying and such a shit experience, i wouldn't wish it on anyone. to the anon who requested, thank you, and i hope this isn't a problem you have :(

hope you enjoy this and it makes your cheeks rosy! - mod rantaro

Shuichi Saihara

*it didn't take him long to realize something was long with your sleeping pattern

*he didn't have to share a bed with you to see your grogginess and eye bags. sometimes, even the complexion of your skin was a giveaway- some days you'd be so pale it was concerning

*after building up some courage, he'd ask you why you were so obviously sleep deprived, making sure to be as gentle and polite as possible

*upon hearing, he'd get so sad. he could relate to having heavy nightmares, anyone in his situation would have horrible nightmares, but every night?

*he wouldn't have a solution right then and there. he's far too awkward to impose sleeping in the same bed, not this early in the relationship.

*a day later though? he's handing you a body pillow with a shirt of his on it, blushing like a MAD MAN

*"it'll smell like me.... it might help comfort you when i'm not there...."

*ANGEL. SWEET INNOCENT BOY. MARRY ME.

Rantaro Amami

*"i have just the thing!" what do you MEAN AMAMI

*he's giving you a “one second” gesture right before just.... walking off. amami what the fuck

*he’s back almost five minutes later with an entire bag of items, filled with what you could see as... clothes??? oils???? a little box at the bottom??? what

*"ask me to stay the night." "will you stay the night?" "only since you asked." fucker

*he packed more clothes than he needed? amami how many nights are you staying

*he hands you handfuls of clothes and smiles contently, telling you the clothes was yours now

*thats... that's cute that's pure what about the oils and the box

*turns out.... its aromatherapy. he's already on his a-game this fucker.... is so good

Ryoma Hoshi

*he's gonna be awkward about this okay he's not gonna tip toe into anything he's not ready to do

*so staying the night? he's not that bold. he would never impose that onto you, you'd have to ask, and even then he might say no

*what can he do? cuddle you while you take daytime naps to avoid sleeping at night. it's not ideal, but he wants to help and this will definitely do it

*he refuses to nap while you are. he's super attentive and if he sees you having a nightmare, he'll wake you without hesitation

*pets your hair. he's red in the face.

*people will walk past and give him looks at he'd just stare them down with the Scariest Eyes

*will stay in the same spot for as long you nap. he really wants you as well rested as possible

*gives you a kiss on the forehead everytime you wake up. A Precious Routine

Kaito Momota

*he.... doesn't know what subtlety is

*"OH! want me to sleep the night?????" the poor dude sounds Too Excited

*as soon as he hears what MIGHT be a yes, he makes a b-line to his bedroom???? DUDE

*hes packed enough for what LOOKS like a week, is actually enough for one day only. what the FUCK

*as soon as he actually gets to your room..... he's so cute. all weirdness from earlier is gone and he just has you in his arms and ITS CUTE

*"go to bed, i'll protect you while you sleep!" hes about two minutes from passing out don't Trust him

*makes sure to stay awake until you fall asleep, rubbing your back and petting your hair. romance king cannon

*you wake up with his drool in your hair, but.... no nightmares!

Gonta Gokuhara

*he's SO CONCERNED

*"what??? what can gonta do to help???" ANGEL

*you're gonna have to be the one asking him to do things for you. he doesn't know how to help the situation by himself, he just needs Instructions!

*he kind of goes red at the mention of sleeping the night and he shakes his head like a MAD MAN

*"that'd be ungentlemanly of gonta!" SWEET PRECIOUS BOY

*you'd have to take naps around him in the day, but....

*you're gonna blush as soon as you wake up JUST SAYING

*"s/o is very pretty, even when they sleep!" GONTA I LOVE YOUUUUUU

Ouma Kokichi

*"ha, pussy" DUDE

*"just kidding! now what do you want me to do" ....dude

*he doesn't know what the fuck to do it's obvious but he swears he's gonna fix it AS IF HE KNOWS WHAT TO DO

*"what are these nightmares about?" he starts off. if he's honest his first idea was to make you FACE UR FEAR.... NO OUMA

*quite frankly, his heart might shatter if you say they're about being left alone or just... anything trauma related

*there's an immediate cuddle session and comments only ouma could make and still be comforting

*"of course you're getting nightmares, dumbass, you didn't ask me, the fucker that's supposed to help, for help. what was gonna happen if you didn't do your one job, s/o, what-"

*we get it ouma you care

Keebo

*TIME TO RESEARCH

*listen..... he doesn't know shit.... he's gonna have to inform himself if he wants to be able to help you

*quite frankly, the sleeping together at night option probably won't be the option he leans towards. he thinks it's gonna be too uncomfy for you

*naps during the day where he can make sure you aren't having a nightmare? UH HUH!

*he's also making sure you're surrounded by calming scents that'll help put you to bed and help ease some tension

*awkward.... head rubs....

*you're waking up to a very very blushy boy. everytime. he never gets used to it

*makes sure you know he's always up for this... ALWAYS. he wants you to get proper rest and it bothers him NONE

Korekiyo Shinguuji

*he's a professional he knows exactly how to go about this situation

*"here, s/o, this'll help" he doesn't offer to spend the night or even take naps with you during the day it's just.... he gave you a solution without needing it

*if you WANT him to spend the night or even nap with you, you're gonna have to ask him

*"what? you confide in me that much, s/o? i'm honoured." HE TAKES SO MUCH PRIDE IN THIS YOU CAN SEE THE SMILE UNDER THE MASK

*he absolutely would Not decline your offer okay he's down to CUDDLE

*he's gonna make sure you feel PROTECTED okay he's there to make sure you're safe

*he's big spoon, nose in your hair with arms wrapped around you, tight as a motherfucker

*does he like being big spoon or does he really wanna protect you? maybe a bit of both