#he has such a crush and doesn't really know what to do about it

[mytherapyisreading14]

Hey could you write a fic with post prison Reid where the reader has a crush on him and she doesn’t think he likes her so she keeps it to herself and when they are on a case she she’s Spencer manhandle the unsub and she gets kinda distracted because she wants him to manhandle her and then he finds out about her crush and then he kinda teases her about it then he fucks her like really rough sorry if that doesn’t make sense 😭 also could you make the reader have a thing for his hands lmao

Don‘t get Distracted

Summary: You got distracted when Spencer arrested the UnSub during your current case - he noticed and confronts you back in the hotel.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: Smut, some Fluff (18+ MDNI)

Warnings: Mentions of Knifes and stabbing, dirty talk, kissing, making out, unprotected sex (don’t do that), choking, spanking, orgasm denial, dom!spencer (kinda)

Word Count: 2,9k

Author’s Note: I’m sorry it took me so long to finish this🫢 I never really liked a single version I wrote and now I simply give up, I’ll leave it like this😩 Anyway, I hope you like it! :)

It isn't like you are trying to fall for Spencer Reid. In fact, you do your absolute best not to. You keep it professional. Friendly. Safe. Because if there is one thing you are sure of, it is that he doesn't feel the same. It isn't anything he does. He isn't cold or rude to you. Quite the opposite – he is kind and polite. But never more than that.

You aren't the type to be noticed by someone like him. Not after everything that happened. Prison changed him, and if there is ever a chance he looked your way before, it is long gone now. So you keep your crush a secret, but some days make that harder than others. Like tonight.

You sit on the edge of the bed, files spread all around you, but your focus is on Spencer. He stands by the window, arms crossed, eyes scanning the city below. You can tell he is thinking. He looks tense. Focused. Hot.

And all you want is to be close to him. To touch him. To tell him you noticed the way his smiles have grown rarer since prison, and that you missed them. That you missed him. But you don't.

-

The next day, everything shifts. You are closing in on the case, currently on the way to arrest the UnSub. The farmhouse where he is holed up looks like it could collapse any second. You, Spencer, and Morgan decided to split up. You take the back and step over a few broken door frames, your flashlight shining in the dark. A few minutes later you hear a noise.

You recognize it’s Spencer’s. "I need you to put down the knife. Now." You sprint toward the voices, and what you see nearly stops your heart. The UnSub takes a step forward and tries to stab Spencer in the stomach. But Spencer, he is faster. He sidesteps, catches the man’s wrist, twists it back, and then shoves him up against the wall with a force that makes you shiver.

One arm locks the guy in place, while the other brings out the cuffs. He works quick and controlled. And god, you are not okay... Your feet move on autopilot, but your brain doesn't. You can barely think past the rush of heat that explodes inside you at the sight of him. It is like watching a completely different version of him. You stare and just can’t look away.

He turns to you when it’s over. "You okay?" he asks. "Uh—yeah," you manage to breathe out. "I’m fine. Just... Didn’t know you have that in you." His mouth twitches into something between a smile and a smirk for a second. "Prison teaches you a few things." You try to play it cool. You really do. But your cheeks are already burning.

-

Back at the hotel, you tell yourself to forget it. That it’s just adrenaline. That the reason you’re so flushed has nothing to do with Spencer’s hands and everything to do with the takedown. Yeah, sure.

You avoid him the rest of the evening. Bury yourself in reports, avoid eye contact at dinner. Because the idea that you’ve reacted so obviously… and that he might’ve noticed? Absolutely mortifying. So when there’s a knock at your door around 10 p.m., the last person you expect to see is him.

“Spencer?” you blink. He stands there, holding two cups of tea like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “I figured you might need a distraction,” he says. “The last few days were intense.” You hesitate. Just for a second. Because what is he doing here? Still, you step aside. “Yeah. Uh… thanks.”

He sits beside you on the edge of the bed, hands you the tea, and for a while it’s quiet. Then he breaks the silence. “So… you were staring.” You freeze mid-sip. “What?” you ask, trying to act confused. “At the farmhouse.” He turns his head, watching you. “You looked surprised. And a little… flustered.”

“I was not—” you start, but he interrupts you. “You were,” he says, and this time there’s something different in his voice. He’s teasing you. “And then Garcia texted me something… interesting.” Oh god. You already know what’s coming. “No,” you say, but he nods, clearly enjoying himself.

“She said you made a comment about me. Something along the lines of… ‘if Spencer ever wants to manhandle me like that, he can.’” You nearly drop the tea. “She did not say that to you,” you say. “She did,” he says with a smirk. You think about an excuse, anything that might save you from total humiliation. “That is—I mean—I don’t mean it like—”.

He tilts his head. “Don’t you?” You blink at him. “I - no, and I… I think you don’t even like me like that.” His expression softens instantly. The teasing fades, just enough for something real to shine through. “What makes you think that?” he asks gently. You shrug, suddenly very aware of how close he’s sitting next to you. “I don’t know. You never… looked at me that way. You always seem kind of... distant.”

Spencer is quiet for a moment. “Yeah. I guess I do.” He looks down at his tea, then back at you. “The truth is… after prison, it was hard to let anyone in. I didn’t feel like myself. I did really trust myself for a while. So I kept my distance.” He pauses. “Maybe I was trying too hard not to look at you that way.”

That shuts your brain down completely. “You were?” you whisper. He nods once. “Ever since I got back. Maybe even before that.” You didn’t expect that, but when his words settle, you grin. “So… what now?” you ask him. He leans in, eyes flicking to your lips for just a second. “Still want me to manhandle you?” he asks with a smirk back in full force. “Spencer!” you say, blushing and playfully hitting his arm.

He laughs and sets his tea aside, hand brushing your knee as he stands. “I’ll take that as a yes.” You stare up at him, still sitting on the bed, heart pounding against your ribs. He is looking at you differently now. “You’re seriously enjoying this,” you say with a shaky voice. “Enjoying what?” he asks, acting oblivious. “Teasing me,” you say, and his smile widens.

“Of course I do.” You roll your eyes playfully. “You’re insufferable,” you say. “Maybe,” he murmurs. “But you still want to kiss me.” You open your mouth, probably to deny it - or argue - or make some sarcastic remark, but nothing comes out. Because he’s already leaning down. And then, finally, his lips brush against yours. It’s barely there at first, but the moment you kiss him back, everything shifts.

His hand comes up to cradle your jaw, thumb tracing your cheekbone as his mouth moves against yours. You let out a quiet sound you don’t mean to, fingers curling into his shirt, and that’s all it takes for the kiss to deepen. Spencer’s other hand finds your waist, pulling you closer against him and the heat between you is impossible to ignore now.

His lips part slightly against yours, breath hitching when your hand slides up to his neck. The kiss turns messier then, hungrier. Like all the months of silence snap at once, and now there’s no holding back. He exhales against your lips. “You have no idea how long I wanted to do this,” he admits. “Try me,” you whisper, and he kisses you again, harder this time.

You gasp softly as he guides you back onto the bed, one hand bracing beside your head, the other trailing along your waist. His body hovers over yours. His lips ghost down to your jaw, then just below your ear. Your fingers tangle in his shirt, desperate to keep him close, to make this real.

“Spencer,” you breathe out while his hand is sliding under the hem of your shirt, your legs brushing against his. He pulls back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze. “Tell me you want this,” he says, voice rough and low, “tell me you want me to fuck you.” You look up at him, skin flushed, chest rising and falling in sync with his. “Please Spencer,” you whisper, “I - I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me hard. Now.“

For a heartbeat, he doesn’t move. Just stares at you like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you — like he can’t quite believe this is real. Then he leans down and kisses you again. "If at any point it gets too much for you, just let me know. I don't want to hurt you," he says with a worried look when he pulls back again.

A feeling of warmth and security spreads through you. "You look cute when you're worried," you tease him. "but I don't break easily,“ you say and wink. Then his hands are back on your waist, your back, your skin — everywhere at once. You can’t stop touching him, can’t get close enough to him.

The tension between you, held back for so long, finally melts into heat, passion, pleasure and love. His fingers hook around the hem of your pants and he pulls them off in one quick motion. Your top comes off next, then your bra and panties, that are already soaked through. His eyes trail over your body hungrily and he starts to kiss down your neck slowly.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispers in your ear and a shiver runs down your spine. His words and all the kisses make you even more desperate and you can’t help but buck your hips against him. You can feel his erection and want more but he pushes your hips back down. “Someone’s needy,” he says, not giving you what you want yet. “Spencer, please. Don’t make me wait,” you whimper and he chuckles.

He keeps kissing down your body - your breasts first, taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You observe his actions and seeing his big, slender hand around your breasts is a sight you didn’t expect to enjoy this much. You moan his name and he looks up and follows your gaze. “Like what you see, angel?” he asks and you nod. His hands continue to roam over your body, down to your stomach and between your thighs.

He keeps his eyes on you, observing every little reaction before he finally runs his fingers through your folds. “So wet, is this all for me?” he asks and you nod. “Words, angel. Tell me how good I make you feel,” he says, stopping for a moment. “Y-yes. All for you,” you breath out and he looks satisfied.

With one finger he starts to trail circles around your clit, slowly applying more and more pressure before slipping a finger in. It feels so good and you cover your mouth with your hand in order to stop meaning out loudly. Spencer however doesn’t like it, he immediately reaches for your hand and pulls it off. “No, don’t do that. I want to hear you moan for me for me angel.”

He adds another finger and starts to pump them in and out faster, keeping one finger on your clit the whole time. You can’t help but lean forward to watch his hand again, knuckles buried deep inside you. “Looks like my hands are quite a distraction to you,” he says and chuckles again before his other hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just perfectly.

You don’t respond, too focused on the pleasure and how good his hand looks buried inside you. With the sight in front of you, the feeling of his fingers inside you and his hand wrapped around your throat it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to build up. Your legs start to shake slightly and you clench around Spencers fingers. You’re almost there when he suddenly pulls out. You whine. “Spencer, what the hell are you doing? I was so close!” you curse.

“I know. But I to feel you come around my cock,” he says before he starts to take his clothes off. When he unbuttons his pants your eyes widen. He’s certainly bigger than you expected. He starts to stroke his cock and you can’t help but watch him. Even though you can’t wait to feel him inside you, you enjoy watching him. Then he leans down and spreads your legs further apart.

He lines himself up at your entrance, sliding through your wet folds and teasing your clit again before he finally pushes inside you. “So tight and wet for me, angel. You’re all mine now,” he says. He gives you some time to adjust before he starts to pound into you. He leans down next, sucking on your neck and breasts, leaving hickeys everywhere and claiming you as his.

The room is filled with your moans and whimpers and when Spencer looks down and sees his cock sliding in and out of you he groans. You wouldn't have thought that something could turn you on even more, but hearing him groan certainly did. “Oh god, so good. Pl - please, don’t stop,” you manage to breath out, your mind already lost in all the pleasure.

His grip on your hips tightens and he increases his pace. He can feel you clench around him and almost feels bad for what he’s about to do. He applies pressure on your clit again, playing close attention to your reactions and when your close again he pulls out of you. “A- Again? Are you fucking serious?” you ask furiously. You can tell he enjoys the control he has over you. “I hate you so much right now,” you say but he just grins.

“Say it like you mean it,” he says before he suddenly grabs you and flips you over. You’re on all fours now, ass up in the air facing him. He immediately slides back into you, pounding into you hard from behind and hitting new angles and reaching spots you never could. One of his hand slides up your back and into your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail and pulling hard.

Your back arches up and you can feel your body pressed against his. His other hand suddenly comes down on your ass, spanking you. You moan out his name so loud that you’re afraid your neighbours know now what you’re doing in here, but you don’t really care. “That’s what you wanted, am I right? For me to fuck you? To spank you?” Your eyes roll back in pleasure and you’re too overwhelmed to answer him.

Spencer how ever doesn‘t like that. The hand he just hand in your hair goes down to your throat again while he gives you an another spank. “Answer me,” he says and slows down, pressing you against his body and leaning down next to your ear. “Tell me how much you love this,” he whispers in your ear. “I- I love this. I love it when you fuck me hard, Spencer,” you say quickly, afraid that he’ll not let you come at all if you don’t.

“Good girl,” he says and kisses the spot behind your ear gently before he picks up his pace again. You can feel him twitch inside you, telling you that he’s getting close now too. “I’m gonna tell you when you’re allowed to come. I want us to come together, do you understand?” he asks as if he’s read your thoughts. “Yes,” you breath out quickly before you get too lost in the pleasure again.

He thrusts into you again a few times before he slides his hand forward, teasing your clit with his fingers again. “Come for me, angel. Now,” he says and you let go. Your orgasm crashes over you and you never had one this intense before. You can feel him twitch inside you before he finishes too. For a second you see stars. When you finally come down, he lets go of you and slides out.

You lay down together, completely out of breath and he pulls you in his arms. Neither of you say a word but he holds you close to him, gently stroking your hair. It’s a quiet, peaceful moment but after a while Spencer speaks up. “You should go to the toilet now. I don’t want you to get UTIs,” he says and you groan. “You know how to ruin a moment, don’t you Dr. Reid?” you joke and he laughs.

“I’m just worried about your health, angel,” he says and leans down to kiss your head. “We can still cuddle when you come back, okay?” he says and you smile. “Definitely. You don’t get rid of me that easily,” you tease him. “Good. Because I don’t want to. Now hurry, I want you back in my arms.”

[rcmclachlan]

Re: superhero Tommy

What are the chances of Buck persuading him to have sex in inadvisable places?

Also it's a good thing his ejaculations don't break the sound barrier

Buck would absolutely try to get Tommy to fuck him midair, or like at the very least hold Buck against the side of the Grand Mesa at 10,000 feet up and jerk him off.

When he tells Tommy this, Tommy doesn't even bother looking up from whatever car part he's tinkering with. "Pretty sure you'd get burns on your ass. That high up? The sun'll've been beating on it hard."

"You know what else should be beaten hard that high up?"

Tommy rolls his eyes and says, "I already have enough trouble controlling my strength when we have sex. Now you want to add heights to that?"

Which Buck latches onto like a dog being handed a lamb bone that still has meat on it, because it's an angle to their relationship he hadn't considered. A terrible angle. Terribly hot, that is.

"Wait, when we're fucking, you need to actively control your--really? Like, h-how bad would we be talking?"

There's a sudden spike in the nitric oxide in Buck's body, and Tommy smells the sweat that starts dampening Buck's armpits before Buck even feels it. He stops halfway through screwing a bolt into place and gives Buck the deadest of deadpan looks. "Really. The thought of me accidentally crushing your pelvis is doing it for you?'

"Oh my god, yes." Buck's going to combust all over this living room. His tongue is way too big for his mouth. There's a name for that but he can't think of it because his brain is too busy making Looney Tunes wolf noises. "Can whatever that is wait? I need you to not crush my pelvis right now."

Tommy puts down the screwdriver with a long-suffering sigh, but he does stand up and take his shirt off. And it's devastating like always and Buck's cock pulses in excitement like it usually does, but then his brain puts it's bulging eyes back in its sockets.

"Hey, wait, do you have to control it for everything? Like, would you just rip all your shirts if you weren't thinking about it? How much force do you exert naturally?"

Tommy stares at him. "Are we having sex or doing science experiments?"

"Don't make me choose," Buck whines, shifting from foot to foot. "Like, I wanna suck you so bad, but I also really want to call Karen and see if she has a tensometer lying around."

With another eye roll, Tommy picks up the car part and walks out of the room, calling over his shoulder, "I'll be in the garage. Text me when you decide."

Eight minutes later, Tommy's phone pings with a new message.

Karen's on her way over 👨‍🔬🔬

[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ young rafe & his feelings for his childhood best friend.

cherie's note — rafe is such a complex character, sometimes i like to think of what could have happened for him to be such an emotionally reckless person. i hope someone enjoys this, lowk me just being a nerd. ˙ᵕ˙

as a kid, rafe doesn't really understand what he's feeling, you know? growing up with an emotionally unavailable father will do that to you, paving the way to a life full of resentment and bottling feelings. he liked you before he had even been educated about crushes. he just knows that he always wants you around, that he's protective over you like no other, and that something feels... different ... when you're together. too young to understand the concept of crushes, he feels a possessiveness he can't explain when other kids show interest in you. if anyone even so much as glances at you for too long, rafe gets a little prickly, but doesn't voice it. probably brushes it off with a snarky comment or by joking around, but the truth is, it bugs him more than he lets on.

he's fucking heartbroken when your family moves — it shatters rafe in ways he can't fully understand. the final day you hang out, he acts like it doesn't bother him. he masks the sting with jokes and teasing, but deep down, he's devastated. he hides it, though, obviously. he doesn't want to show weakness. after you leave though, he throws himself into distractions, struggling to cope with the concept of not having her around — this is when his reckless behavior, and holding in his feelings really surge. he never fully recovers from the void you left.

as a teenager, the years go on — rafe grows distant and cold, he builds walls around himself, but in the quiet moments, he remembers his childhood best friend — you. it's a bittersweet kind of memory, the kind of memory that stays in the back of his mind, poking at him when he's feeling particularly vulnerable. even as he gets older, he's never truly let go.

if he's being honest with himself, he seems to seek you out in every girl he meets, but no one compares to the memory of you.

and when you finally return to the island? grown into your body perfectly, and now a young woman? rafe's world is flipped upside down. his first instinct is disbelief — the girl he remembers is now a woman. he can't stop staring, and it's almost like seeing her for the first time all over again. his feelings from back then come rushing back, but now they're more intense — he knows what he's feeling now. he can't help but feel self-conscious about the fact that you've changed so much and he hasn't.

despite the fact that rafe has built a tough exterior over the years, when he sees you again, that instinct to protect comes rushing back, stronger than ever. he's not the same sweet, naive boy he once was, but he still wants to keep you safe — and now, he has no idea how to navigate those feelings in the context of their adulthood.

rafe doesn't know how to handle the feelings that resurface — hitting him with a force way harder than he had anticipated. he's older now, but still the same kid in a lot of ways. his usual sarcastic remarks and defensive behaviour come into play, but there's an underlying tension in the way he acts around you. he tries to downplay it, but it's obvious to anyone watching that the spark between the both of you is undeniable.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Perfectly Purple

Written for the @steddiebingo

Prompts: Hawkins Library on the main card and Pastel on the Hop into Spring bonus card

Rated: T

Words: 1,301 [also on AO3]

Tags: Pre-S1; Pre-Steddie; Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington; Jealous Eddie; Eddie Munson is a little shit

There's a cardigan draped over the backrest of Eddie’s favorite chair. It's pastel purple, with a shiny row of mother-of-pearl buttons and a delicate satin bow on the collar. 

“Huh,” says Frank, putting his books down on the table and looking around the empty library. “Looks like someone forgot their jacket.” 

“Not someone,” Eddie mutters, lifting a soft, knitted sleeve between two fingers, as if the frills on the hems might turn into fangs any second. “Nancy Wheeler.” 

Jeff, who just slid into the remaining chair, stops rifling through his backpack and frowns up at him. 

“Nancy who now?”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Wheeler. From freshman year? Little Miss Goodie Two Shoes with the perfect brunette locks and large baby blues. Aspiring new member of the newspaper club. Best friends with Holland from band. Looks a little like a sad baby deer most of the time, if baby deer wore stockings and hair barrettes. C’mon Jeff, show a bit of an interest in our fellow students.” 

Jeff gives him a look.

“Maybe if you showed a little less interest in our fellow students and a little more interest in your books, we wouldn’t be stuck here, having to redo this report. What’s the matter with you? Where does this sudden obsession with random freshmen come from?”

“It's not an obsession,” Eddie claims. This is ridiculous. Why would he be obsessed with little Nancy Wheeler and her perfect hair and her perfect smile and her perfect pastel atrocity of a purple cardigan? “I am merely trying to stay up to date on the social ecosystem of-”

“She’s dating Harrington,” Frank says from behind his book. Jeff’s eyebrows shoot up. 

“What, really? Since when?” 

They both turn to face Eddie. 

“How am I supposed to know?” he snaps, as if he has no idea. As if he doesn't know that it's been two weeks and three-and-a-half days since Harrington and Wheeler arrived at Karen Friedman's birthday party together. As if he isn't aware that Wheeler was wearing this exact cardigan when they snuck out to kiss between the rose bushes in the backyard. As if he wasn't there, lurking in the shadow of the garden wall like some hideous, voyeuristic goblin with a lunchbox full of weed. 

Jeff's eyes go soft. 

“Shit, man. That blows, I'm sorry.” 

“Sorry?” Eddie paces in a circle in front of the stupid chair with Nancy Wheeler’s stupid cardigan, gesturing wildly at nothing in particular. “What are you sorry for? The way our peers keep mindlessly reenacting the same hollow clichés of mediocre small town life over and over again, not knowing that this is the very thing that's trapping them in this capitalist hellscape of a society? Because you're right, that totally blows.” 

“Okay,” Frank says. “No more Mountain Dew for you. Now how about we all calm down and start working on this-” 

But Eddie isn't done. 

“Oh, look at me, I'm Nancy Wheeler,” he says, yanking the cardigan from the chair and draping it over his shoulders, letting the empty sleeves dangle by his sides. “I'm pretty and polite and smart. I study for fun. I've never had to redo a report in my life. I'm gonna pass high school with flying colors and maybe even go to college, and then I'll throw it all away to become a perfect little housewife and raise some airheaded jock’s brats.” 

Jeff snorts a laugh. “Oh my God, you do look a bit like her. You should keep that thing, maybe you'll get Harrington fooled.” 

Frank raises his book again, doing his best impression of a guy who just wandered in by accident and has never seen these lunatics in his life. 

“Maybe on a moonless, cloudy night,” he says. “If we get him drugged and concussed first.” 

Eddie snatches the book from his hand. Frank curses and tries to grab him, but he lets out a high-pitched giggle and dances out of reach. 

“What was that, Steve?” he chirps, leaning his back against the nearest shelf and clutching the book to his chest, fluttering his lashes up at an invisible conversation partner. “You want to go to prom with me? Little old me? Oh, I'd love to!” 

“Quit that, you moron,” Frank hisses. Jeff, meanwhile, has collapsed on the table and is desperately trying to stifle his laughter. “If one of Harrington’s entourage catches you, they'll kick your ass.” 

Eddie gasps. 

“What did you say, Steve? You think I'm the prettiest girl in school? Oh, gee, you're awfully handsome, too.” 

“I give up,” Frank groans. “I don't know why I put up with you.” 

Eddie twirls a lock of hair between his fingers. 

“No, really, Steve,” he sing-songs. “I think you're, like, sooo dreamy with your broad shoulders and your muscles and that smile, and all of daddy’s money. Did you do something to your hair, Steve? It's so floofy. I wanna run my fingers through it while you shove your tongue down my-” 

“I've been trying out a new hairspray,” says a voice. “Thanks for noticing.” 

The world stops. Eddie stares at Jeff and Frank, hoping against hope that one of them has secretly been working on one killer of an impersonation number, but they've both gone still as statues, gawking at something to his left with wide, horrified eyes. 

Eddie turns. 

Steve Harrington is looking back at him from where he materialized between the shelves, like a malicious demonic entity summoned by calling its name thrice. If malicious demonic entities wore varsity jackets and polo shirts, that is.

“Hi,” he says. “Munson, right?” 

Eddie chokes on his own spit. A sound leaves his mouth. It sounds like “hurghlflugh.” 

Harrington wrinkles his brow and comes closer. Eddie tries to back away, but the shelves behind him refuse to open and swallow him whole, and where the hell is that goddamn portal to Narnia when you need it? He opts for screwing his eyes shut and raising the book that’s still clutched to his chest like a shield, waiting for the punch. 

Except the punch doesn’t come. 

“I’ll need that back.” 

Eddie opens one eye. Harrington has extended one hand and is watching him with his head tilted to the side, mouth twitching and eyes sparkling with what looks an awful lot like reluctant amusement. 

“I know you guys are into roleplaying or something,” he says, “and I’m not judging. Whatever floats your boat, right? But Nancy is waiting in the car, and we have movie tickets, so I just wanted to hop in and get her jacket.” 

He wiggles his fingers and gives an impatient little nod at the cardigan. The very cardigan that is still draped loosely over Eddie’s shoulders. 

Eddie has never stripped out of a garment as quickly in his life. He wishes the circumstances were sexier, but here they are. Harrington’s fingers brush his as he takes the jacket. 

“Thank you,” he says politely. “Purple looks good on you, by the way. If you ever feel like adding a bit more color to your wardrobe.” 

Eddie watches how he turns, tossing a wave and nod at Jeff and Frank before he disappears between the shelves again. Somewhere at the other end of the library, the door clicks shut. 

Eddie’s legs give out. 

“Holy shit,” he breathes, landing ass-first on the library floor. “What the fuck just happened?” 

Frank sighs and rises from his chair.

“I’m not sure. But I know two things. One: I’m not doing any study groups with you ever again.” He bends and extends a hand, but instead of pulling Eddie to his feet, he just picks up the fallen book. As he turns to walk back to his seat, he gently pats Eddie on the head. “And two: You might wanna invest in a nice cardigan or three.” 

More Steddie Bingo

[suksatoru]

despite being the adopted son of the greatest hero to live and attending the prestigious school known to the world as U.A. academy — tenko shimura was a bit of a shy hero.

it was only when you were partnered with the quiet boy who always sat towards the back of the class do you learn tenko has a bit of a... potty mouth.

"that fucking asshole shit-talking todoroki can dish it out, but i have never seen him take it."

your snort, taking another strand of tenko's raven hair between your fingers and rubbing his scalp with soothing circles

"uh huh... "

"i can't believe i got partnered with such a loser. you know, threatening to get the teachers fired on all might's behalf doesn't even work anymore! they know i hate his guts—and they still make me work with him." he goes on, folding his hands over his stomach with an angry huff as his eyes remain closed. his head shifts in your lap the slightest bit as he moves to get more comfortable.

your school's courtyard was somewhere you dragged tenko to often. he used to complain about the sun cooking him alive, but when you and him stumbled upon a wisteria tree towards the outer edges of the courtyard, he suddenly didn't mind coming outside as much anymore.

what used to be a homework spot transformed into a hang out spot. now, you and him catch up in between classes by sitting in the shade. his current dilemma was being partnered with touya todoroki for an english assignment — endeavor's son and all might's adopted one not getting along wasn't exactly a surprise.

"and you know what — i hate pretty boys like him. they think they're so much better than everyone else. egotistical pigs like todoroki can shove their sugar coated bullshit right up my—"

"i actually really like pretty boys."

tenko stills in your lap. half a second later, his eyes fly open, and he rises like jesus himself within a split second as he turns to you with an expression so mortified, you almost felt bad.

"wha—is this your way of telling me you have a crush on todoroki?!"

he squaks out the words like he can barely believe them himself. he glares at you, and you can only laugh

"no, i said i like pretty boys! you know, beauty is subjective. just because everyone else finds todoroki pretty doesn't mean i do." you grin, watching tenko get fired up even more by your words

"no way — you said you like pretty boys!" he whines, throwing an arm over his eyes like the confession physically pained him. you roll your eyes with a light laugh at your best friend's antics before gently nudging him

"ask me who i consider a pretty boy!" you beam, and tenko squints at you with a frown

"no."

"i promise you'll like my answer."

"there's no way i'm going to li—"

"you'll never know if you don't ask!"

tenko groans, dropping his head in his hands as he rubs his forehead. you watch his soft, dark locks flop side to side as his shoulders remained hunched in defeat. finally, he peers up at you—watching you pick at the grass beneath your fingertips with a sigh

"who would you consider to be a pretty boy?"

you hum, making a show of tapping your chin and pretending to be in deep thought. tenko tries not to let his eye twitch, but just the thought of you being attracted to another guy made his blood boil. whoever you ended up saying, if it wasn't him — tenko would personally make their life a living hell.

"if i really had to chose just one boy... " you trail off, furrowing your brows in faux concentration as tenko sits still — brimming with anticipation and expectancy before you send him a smile

"i suppose the prettiest boy in my world would be you."

tenko's eyes soften, so little that you barely notice it — before they harden.

"is this your way of trying to cover your slip up about liking todoroki from earlier? i don't care if you like him. half the school does, it's no surprise you do, too." tenko snaps, something sad and dejected just barely hidden in the dark shade of his eyes as you frown

"you don't believe me?"

"what the hell about me is pretty? nothing is," he mutters with an eye roll as he moves to sit beside you, resting his back against the tree you laid on as your frown deepens. you try to ignore the lack of warmth in your lap now that tenko's moved his head and focus on the situation at hand instead

"well... you don't give your physical appearance enough credit. for example—your eyes remind me of rainy days... the comfort and warmth they bring is unmatched!" you grin, tapping the side of his head and meeting his gaze with a smile — gray eyes peer back, and tenko blinks slowly at your sudden compliment.

"you have the softest hair ever, too — and you don't even have a good shampoo! i checked in your shower by the way, you're one of those 'three in one' wash people." you giggle as he huffs. but... he doesn't say anything. he stays quiet, but there's an unmistakable flush tinging his ears pink. you can see his resolve cracking with every word that leaves your lips

"it's not just your features, tenko. you're really smart, and i like how your face softens when you're really focused. like, on those video games you play—or when you're helping me study! you never get mad when i genuinely don't understand something, and you always help me whenever i'm in a tizzy! no matter what!"

tenko grunts in confirmation, eyes distant as he swallows the lump forming in his throat. his eyes widen a fraction when you scoot closer, and there's a mischievous gleam in your eyes that has him gulping

"but my favorite thing...the cutest and most endearing thing about you... would have to be this."

you tap the soft mole residing on tenko's chin, and his lips part as if he were about to say something — but not a sound comes out.

tenko's face feels like it's on fire. his fingers fist his uniform pants anxiously, and you're smiling so wide he thinks his heart might burst right out of his chest and fall right into your hands.

he suddenly drops his head into your lap, covering his face and muttering swears under his breath in a feeble attempt to cover his pink cheeks. your face falls to the side as you laugh, and the warmth of tenko's head in your lap returns — your fingers find his hair once again, and he seems a lot happier to be in your embrace than before.

[yoiisa]

Hey Sofie!! Hope you're doing well! I wanted to make a request for a Wind breaker fic if that's okay!

Can you do a Sakura Haruka x Reader one where Reader's been pining (mutually but Sakura is so dense he doesn't even know what he's feeling) after Sakura for like a while. And like just recently figured out that they've liked him romantically.

I'm pretty sure you know how sensitive Sakura is to romantic stuff, and if you've read the manga, and has like a romantic sensor where he can tell someone has feelings just by the look in their face.

Now, what about Reader is trying their best to hide their feelings for Sakura and Sakura is like 'THEY LIKE SOMEONE?!' And that's the whole plot. They get together by the end of it.

IM REALLY SORRY IF I'M LIKE BEING TOO SPECIFIC ITS JUST THAT THIS CAME TO MY MIND AND I COULDNT GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD 💔😣

Feel free to ignore if you don't like this 🙏 Thanks for reading!! 🌹

this is so cute oml. it reminded me of this time I didn't realize a guy had a crush on me until five months after we stopped talking and my friend was the one who pointed it out (ᵕ—ᴗ—) im suuuppper dense irl!

➜ in my mind, the first person to actually bring it up to Sakura would be Nirei. Like, it would be as they're leaving school for the day, and you happen to be there ➜ here's the thing though: like you said, he can still tell something's up. that blush you're rocking doesn't go unnoticed. he just thinks it's for someone else entirely

"Sakura!" you call, waving your hand. Nirei, Suo, Kiryu, Sakura, and Tsuguera come to a pause as they see you walk over. You hold some small wrapped candies out to them. "I got these in a goodie bag from the arcade. I don't like these flavors so you can have them!" Sakura, cocking his head to the side just huffs. He can feel his face growing warmer by the minute, and he's not about that. He casts his gaze off to the side and huffs, "I don't want your leftovers . . ." but he still takes them! "That was really nice of Y/N!" Nirei says as you send them a wave and walk away. "What flavors did she bring?" Kiryu asks, peaking at the wrappers in Sakura's hands. Sakura rolls his eyes and practically throws them into Nirei's hands. "Tch. Who cares? She just wanted an excuse to come over here and see Suo." When the boys all freeze and stare at him like he's grown fifty heads, all he can manage is a flustered "The fuck are you looking at?!"

➜ and here's the kicker. this goes on for months. literal months of sakura thinking that you want suo, because every time you come over, suo just happens to be nearby. ➜ you also go to suo for advice on Sakura as well, so you're spending even more time with him through that, and it really isn't helping your case here ➜ all of the other boys can tell though, that it's sakura you want, but none of them say anything: nirei feels bad for keeping quiet and tries to change the subject whenever you come up, kiryu says you could do better (which sakura wholeheartedly agrees with, completely oblivious to what kiryu's actually saying) tsuguera doesn't really care all that much, and suo? ➜ SUO THINKS IT'S HILARIOUS ➜ always one to mess with sakura, he's taking this incredibly seriously. he nods in agreement with sakura's assessments, and moans about how "it's too bad, she's such a nice girl but I'm just no interested . . . oh what to do . . ." ➜ and sakura feels bad, so he overcompensates for what suo's "lacking" ➜ he's more warm with you when you walk up to him ➜ if the two of you go somewhere together after/before school starts, like kotoha's restaurant, he'll carry your bags for you. if you see something you like, like a keychain or even one time, just a really good looking apple, by the next day, it's yours. you get worried at first that sakura's spreading his funds low over you, but he just waves you off and says it's from bofurin's influence.

"Sakura, seriously?" you sigh as he holds out a tiny stuffie of a white puppy with a black spot on its eye. "I didn't even touch it . . ." "But you wanted it didn't you?" Sakura asks before gently tossing the small dog to you. "I saw you staring at it when we walked past." "Yeah, but I didn't get it because it's a collectors edition from this brand. This must've been crazy expensive!" Sakura just shrugs. "The owner of that store gave me a discount. Said his daughter knows Umemiya or something. Said he likes Bofurin . . ." You gently stroke the soft fabric of the dog's coat. you do really like it, and the asymmetrical design kinda reminds you of Sakura. Your eyes widen as a hand comes up and pats you. When you look up through your lashes, you see Sakura's face growing pinker by the second. You feel your own cheeks heat as he says, "You wanted it, Y/N. That's . . . that's reason enough." His words are hardly a whisper, and his voice is hoarse, as if he's forcing them out. Still, it's genuine enough that it earns a bright smile from you, and a soft "Thank you."

➜ eventually sakura reaches his breaking point with suo, because he wants you! of course he wants you, who wouldn't? you're smart, talented, and beautiful! suo is so ungrateful for not appreciating you properly, and sakura tells him as much

"What's your damage asshole?" Sakura grumbles one day as he pokes a straw through his juice box. It's hot outside, and he just got finished cleaning up grafiti on the side of some convenience store. "Hmm? What do you mean?" Suo asks as he wipes his forehead on the collar of his shirt. "If you don't have feelings for her, just reject her already," Sakura snaps. "It's worse for you to drag it out and make her think she has a chance with you-" "Who're you talking about?" Hiragi asks, unwrapping his ice cream sandwich. "Y/N L/N," Suo says. "You know her?" "Oh," Hiragi says. "Eh, not all that much. I saw her at Kotoha's restaurant the other day though. She was talking about some guy thing, but I could've sworn she said 'Sakura' and not 'Suo'-"

➜ oh lordy, poor sakura's brain just breaks ➜ like full on short circuits ➜ because what the actual fuck does hiragi mean you were talking about him to kotoha? that doesn't make any sense ➜ but when he looks up at nirei and suo, they're giving him knowing smiles. ➜ he thinks back to the past four months and how you were always trying to single him out from the group. he thinks about the sparkle in your eyes whenever you saw him and how you brighten, and how your smile widens, and how- ➜ HOLY SHIT YOU LIKE HIM-

Sakura body is moving before he can even compute anything happening around him. Suddenly, his entire being is on a one track minded sprint to your side, desperate to see you. You're standing outside, taking out the trash when he turns the corner to your street. You have lounge shorts on, a loose white shirt and your hair tied in a low ponytail. You fluff your shirt's collar to try and ventilate yourself better on this hot day, and as you look up, you see Sakura. "Oh! Sakura, hi-" You hardly manage another word, as he practically collapses onto you. His arms come around your shoulders and he squeezes. "You should've told me, idiot." "W-what?" you stammer, your arms coming up to his biceps. He huffs and pulls back, staring at you. His face is so red, he looks sunburnt, but you know he's just incredibly embarrassed. "I like you too, dumbass. So . . . so you should've told me! I was thinking it was Suo this whole time!" You give him an unimpressed look. "Suo? Seriously?" "Still!" Sakura cries out before shaking his head. He wraps his arms around you in a tight hug and huffs. "Whatever. It's over now anyways. I know everything and you know everything so we're good now." You return the hug, your arms equally tight and nod.

➜ around the corner, nirei, suo, and hiragi stand there, watching the spectacle unfold ➜ hiragi is just incredibly confused, but nirei looks close to tears of happiness and suo's messaging in a separate group chat with nirei, kiryu, and tsuguera. one that they made specifically to gossip about you and sakura

suo hayato: (one attached photo) SUCCESS! ദ്ദി´ ˘ `)✧

[idontreallyexistyet]

Re watched Gravity Falls and all I can think of is how terrifying it must have been for Mabel.

Because yuo are twelve, and you love your twin brother because he is your other half. He gives up so much for you and you go with him to solve mysteries because it makes him happy. Sure you have spats but he is your brother and you love him.

Now you have a crush, and you're going all out because you *think* you love this guy. You dont, its summer and you're twelve but that doesn't matter. Because you're twelve and a summer romance with a cute guy is everyone's dream. And sure you would *like* to help your brother with this mystery laptop that connects to the mystery of the summer, but that will always be there!! This guy you like probably wont be. So you decide to make yourself happy.

Your brother, your other half, has been acting weird. But you brush it off as sleep deprivation. The show must go on. And then you're in your dressing room, and the puppet you made in your brother's likeness is saying he made a mistake and he needs help. And sure you're a petty twelve year old girl but your brother comes first, so you go to find the journal. And you do! You find it! But he finds you, the monster in your brother's body... with his voice and face. But his eyes are wrong and his smile is too wide and (HOW DID YOU NOT NOTICE). and he threatens to kill you, pretends to drop you in this pretty little prop you made for a crush (it seems so stupid now doesnt it?) and in the end you get your brother back.

But you still have nightmares. You were too late. You didn't belive your brother in the puppet. He dropped you. And eventually they die down, because all things do, but it doesn't go away. And then you find the letter, promising you death. Promising your brother death. Promising you never get justice. And the nightmares come back. Your brother's dead body. Your dead body. The watertower. The note. You dont tell anyone, but you silently promise yourself to be more helpful and be there.

Accept your new grunkle even if he hurt your current one, believe your current one! go and get the unicorn hair to protect everyone. And then you hear your brother saying he doesnt want to go back with you, he wants to stay here and be a nerd and mak you face high school alone! And suddenly you wish you could go back to stupid adventures and summer romoances.

so you grab your bag and run. and then the man appears, eyes hidden and smiling wide, someone you know (you trust him? not much but you are twelve and are about to loose your other half) and he offers you what you want. Your brother, more summer, no end of the world of demons. Just adventure and your grunkles, and your brother. So you give him what he wants and shake his hand.

And then you see it. The wrong eyes. The too wide smile. You didnt notice. Your family is in danger of this demon again. Its your fault again. (Not really. because you were tricked like your brother and your grunkle. But you are twelve and loosing your other half and loosing the world. And you shook his hand)

[dangerpronebuddie]

Oliver lowers his camera with a sheepish chuckle when Ryan catches him.

After seven years, they've developed a sixth sense for each other. If Ryan is looking at him, even from across the lot they're filming in, Oliver can look up and spot him instantly.

Whole conversations pass between them in an instant, and he knows exactly what Ryan is asking now. They've been filming since three in the morning. They're covered in dirt from the earthquake set, and it only just hits Oliver how exhausted he really is. He can see that same exhaustion in the slump of Ryan's shoulders, in the softness of his eyes. There's an openness, a vulnerability there that scares Oliver. But he doesn't look away, doesn't ever want to look away.

Because that vulnerability is just for him, a side of Ryan he only shows to Oliver. It's rare, and addicting, always pulling him in when he knows he shouldn't be so easily drawn close. But he's never been one to do as he should.

He nods, just a dip of his chin, and Ryan's eyes sparkle. His lips curve upwards, barely noticable to anyone who doesn't pay close enough attention, and he takes a look around before ducking into the alleyway they'd been filming in all day.

Oliver waits, just a moment, and sometimes he wonders if they're really getting away with whatever this is. If they're really as good at hiding it as they think they are. He's heard the rumors, brushed off the teasing, rolled his eyes alongside Ryan when Kenny or Aisha start in with the jokes. But he wonders if anyone knows the truth. Hopes no one does. No one really can.

He wanders through the barricades and behind the crushed police car, slipping into the alley. It's much darker now that the sun is starting to set. The endless noise is muffled slightly, leaving the space in a bubble- a small sliver of the universe tucked away just for them.

Ryan leans against the wall, far down the passage. His head is back, exposing the column of his throat. The turnout pants he'd shown up to set in hang low on his hips. It's almost obscene. His eyes are closed, but Oliver can tell from his relaxed slump he knows he's there. Oliver takes the opportunity for what it is and snaps a photograph. He knows the result will be too dim to show any obvious detail, but it's just for him. Just for him.

"Would you like me to pose?" Ryan asks, his voice soft, tired, a little slurred. The low rumble travels down Oliver's spine like a warm hand.

"Never," Oliver replies easily, coming to stand in front of his friend.

Ryan lifts his head and smiles wolfishly as he meets his eyes. "Not even in other circumstances?"

"Especially not then," Oliver grins, stepping in close. There's a heavy smudge of dirt across Ryan's cheek, a similar mark near his hairline. And he's still so beautiful. Always.

Ryan lists forward and rests his forehead on Oliver's shoulder. "Let's go," he says, his voice muffled.

"Go where?" Oliver asks, amused. His hands reach out of their own accord, splaying across Ryan's ribs. His fingers slot between the divots like they were made to fit together.

"I don't know," Ryan huffs without any real frustration. He lifts his head, lets his hands rest at Oliver's biceps. "We've got another morning shoot. My trailer's closer than your house."

For as many times as they do this, they neither one ever explicitly talk about it. Veiled truths and questions they don't really ask define what they are. Oliver doesn't really think it's possible to define what they are.

For Buck and Eddie, it's easy. Always has been. They're best friends, confidants, co-parents, partners, soon to be partners. Oliver and Ryan? On set, they're Buck and Eddie. Easy. Always has been. Maybe too easy.

It's too easy for both of them to end up at Ryan's trailer after filming. Too easy for rehearsing lines and grabbing takeout to turn into stumbling to the couch, too caught up in each other to look where they're going. Too easy to lean in and press their lips together in a secluded corner of the set.

Ryan smiles against his mouth, making Oliver's heart skip. Too easy, too dangerous. Too perfect.

Ryan cups his cheek and slots their lips together, and it's easy to get lost in sharing lazy kisses. Ones that won't lead anywhere, not yet, maybe not even at all today. It doesn't matter.

Ryan's hand slips around to Oliver's nape, pulls him in closer closer closer. Warmth blooms in Oliver's chest, spreading to the tips of his fingers.

He pulls away before the warmth turns to heat. Winds his arms around Ryan's waist and gives him one last soft peck when he makes a disgruntled noise at the fact Oliver stopped kissing him.

"Yeah," Oliver says with a nod. "Let's go."

[alien-ally]

Now, idk how but here goes a few things that were dragged out of me, as i witness the split opinions on heesu in class 2. let me start out by saying: i'm a fan of the show :) and i know next to nothing about the manhwa. just so it's clear from the get go.

i haven't watched kdramas in a long while, so i suppose i'd been in the bl bubble exclusively for that entire time. i dont prefer kdramas, or uh straight romances very much personally. hence while watching the first couple eps of heesu, i had pretty much the same reaction. annoyance, disappointment, what more, my interest dropped steadily for a bit until i decided i would drop the show entirely if it dint focus more on the queer storyline, essentially our mc's plot more, in the following episodes. I got on tumblr like i usually do whenever i'm watching one of my bls, and boom, instantly more perspective unlocked. 'thematic foil' the phrase that stuck with me the most. a set of characters in a story getting focus and being followed along their journey apart from the mc, to serve as a foil that demonstrates what exactly the mc could be having, or how it usually goes for the majority of people, a majority our mc clearly isn't a part of. Several characters going about crushes in their own ways, what i enjoyed the most is how the show doesn't subtly pin any of them as 'right' or 'wrong', something i was worried they'd do. Heesu is always supportive of his sisters, no matter what errand he's in the middle of running, he always makes sure they're fine first before heading out. and most importantly, the best advice received by one of the sisters, was in fact not given by the mc but by another sister itself, heejeong to heejae. which i thought was really cool.

Admittedly, i wasn't a fan of the sisters in the beginning, but i guess that's just more on my own cynicism towards dating trends in general. as time passed though, they grew on me significantly. i mean, there's a charming sort of integrity to each sister's ways you can't ignore. another thing: the complaints about no kissing. i hardly ever find this argument to be nuanced, probably the most irritating reason people put out to dismiss an entire show as 'bad'. we see the formation of 2 straight high school couples, along with the boys, now had they been shown kissing or even toeing the lines of any other kind of physical intimacy other than holding hands or hugging, i would've extended that expectation to heesu and seungwon. but here, these kids just are not doing that yet. is that such a hard pill to swallow? bruh, it doesn't become straight washing cause the gay couple dint kiss or cause the straight couple got equal (note: equal) screen time. heesu is not a bl, sure. But it IS a queer kdrama. with a QUEER mc and his QUEER pining classmate (soon to be boyfriend) who has TWO moms. the third thing isn't focused on a lot but man i loved that scene in the last episode where seungwon's mom asks how much she should disclose at the meeting. and his reply, 'if you start lying, i'll have to continue it'.

Now. the last scene, which the non-fans seem to hate the most. but in fact the scene i loved the most. heesu looks back at chanyoung and jiyu walking close behind them, watches cy put his arm around jy with something like yearning flickering in his eye, he turns around, blinks it away and goes back to smiling. seungwon notices, puts his arm around heesu and when heesu kinda hesitates, asks him not to worry (about getting outed basically) cause people are just gonna assume they're close friends or some shit. like all throughout history, this has been used to erase queer people and their relationships. why not use it to your own advantage now? my favorite thing about his dailogue tho, is that it's meant to be reassuring. Seungwon is reassuring Heesu that he's proud about their relationship and wouldn't mind making it public. that he's fine with people finding out. how great is that to hear, when you've been shouldering all this turmoil alone for years, like how Heesu has been doing? Wonderful scene. episode 8,9 and 10 were my favorites and i would totally recommend this show to anyone looking for a wholesome little QUEER teen kdrama experience.

[ghostly-bat]

re: the clark & damian topic - so I am a fan who doesn't ship the other bat & supes combos but does for jondami and part of the reason why is bc how the dynamics of their parents lend itself in the ship; im a sucker for childhood friends to lovers but there's something so charming about both being the sort where there's no hesitation to know and treat their partner (in heroing and in romance) as a priority. Clark as a parent, watching this dynamic evolved, worried because Damian at that age and with first impressions can be a lot-- he is a child who is processing a ton of trauma, i think at that point of time has *died* and came back; he has seen the ugly side of their world, been a part of it for so long.

But in my interpetation, Clark does pick up a few things just observing Damian: a) he's tries so hard to be good and b) he wants to be seen as useful so badly. And how can your heart NOT soften at that? I think that what would ultimately win Clark over and let Jon & Damian's friendship persist. It's that human quality and proof that goodness is a skill thats honed, empathy is a purposeful choice. Damian is sharp-tongued and clever enough to get under most people's skin, but how can a father, especially when that child is your #1 superhero friend's kid, see Damian and go like "obviously I would never ever let him around my kid"? Character precedes reputation.

I also love / hc as Damian veers into civilian life more, opting the doctor life, him finding that bond with Lois. I know Lois is currently superwoman but in this outlook, I love her presence and purpose as a civilian in Clark's stories and Dami is sooooo fascinating taking that unique path of hero -> civilian. Maybe they're in their funny little support group of sorts, though Damian would refused to admit that what it was.

Because she would be the one who know how to balance loving a Super and not being in the life that way. Them having dinners while maybe a disaster happening in the world, even if both have that instinct of wanting to be there and help. Damian is horrible at the waiting, he gets antsy, but he has that faith of his Super always coming back. Lois commiserate on the idea of what if im a burden? what if im not useful, constantly? i think it was you mention this but God is that relatable to her, daughter of Sam Lane. Like idk if you watch my adventures with superman but that Lois version and Damian would (emotionally) be similar in that case; i see doctor Damian being such a risk taker, even though he can never truly shake his bat cautiousness and Lois always being his number 1 to bat 🙂‍↕️ yes it was reckless but between the choice of doing good and doing nothing, she'd do the same too.

Also a side thought: it's so funny people harp that Clark's favorite Robin is Dick and I agree because, as canon dictates, they're friends. But I do like to think Damian has that special place because he's the Robin he knows from the perspective of being a father. And that's so different from his other experiences with the Robin. He doesn't doubt any of the robins capabilities but gosh, this is a child, his child's best friend/crush, etc. He's a little spitfire, he's prickly like a stray wanting love, and he's so deeply introspective on the nature of life + people, I have the picture of this scenario where Clark has this version of 20 questions that most Bats hate on instinct of "thats too personal" but Damian seems to really love, after the performance of "no i dont want to give my secrets". Clark is an investigative journalist with a wife that won awards, he's people savvy, he knows how to ask the right question but I like the idea of how often Damian surprises him and make him pause, in a good way and in a sad way because a LOT of those answers are windows into Damian's unique upbringing.

Or another scenario where there's a silly dilemma where Superman wants to rope Jon and Damian into an adventure thats "age appropriate" and at first both kids are whining because it's very kiddie-- helping to catch this neighbor feral and her kittens. However, as soon as Damian finds the first kitten, he locks in and by nature of competitiveness, so does Jon. I know Jon would likely not want to a cat around because of his childhood incident but the Kents fostering the kittens and feral to be barn cats at his grandparents' old farm is cute. It becomes Damian's intitial excuse to come visit often and Clark knows this. That was the round about goal, funnily enough because he would quickly understand that Damian's love of animals is one of his quirks unique for his son's Robin.

🙂‍↕️ thats... all. Have a good day!

First! I'm with you when it comes to only shipping jondami when it cames to all the other super/bat ships I feel it and Two! I'm gonna plug two of my own post that I've made before that describes why I personally really like jondami as a concept cus I feel like me and you are the same when it comes to that and the other is a one shot I write about the similarities between Damian and Lois because ugh I absolutely love the idea of them bonding over the fact that they are just civilians and and they can only do so much but they do the best that they can.

And she 100% would be a support for Damian and I think he'd be one for her too in return because now she has someone who also understands what it's like to be with a super.

Love the idea of Clark taking both Jon and Damian to just do simple ground work as heroes. Especially for Damian who's so used to fast, hectic, adrenaline pumping type of hero work that for him to do some nice and simple is so good for him just to show him that "hey you don't have to just punch bad guys in the face to help the people around you, sometimes all you have to do is help a cat out of a tree and that invoke the same feeling" it's an incredibly sweet gesture when you think about it and helps give both Jon and Damian a sense of normalcy of just being kids and helping a community that doesn't always involve having to fight or putting yourself in danger.

And I agree I think Clark would find Damian quite interesting to say the least compared to all the other Robins before him. I feel like Damian with all the knowledge he was provided with growing up is very introspective and is able to have deep philosophical conversations and I also think that in return he would also ask Clark questions that Clark himself probably never thought to ask and that would also surprise him to say the least. I can see both Clark and Lois having some deep amazing conversations with Damian about certain topics and Jon just beaming at the fact that his parents and Damian are bonding with each other.

And Clark would find so many quirks about Damian that just makes so much sense for him to be Jon's robin that make him so unique lol. Damian loves animals, he makes art, knows how to play instruments, watches anime and reads romance manga, he draws comics about himself and the people around him.

Clark looks at both his son and Damian and it's just like "Yeah... they make sense together"

[ladymrf]

so I'm back with more sad (?) sht

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"I thought you were off the streets today?"

The voice modified by the helmet reaches Tim, he doesn't turn to acknowledge Jason, just waits for him to approach, Jason comes to the edge of the roof and looks at what Tim is observing hidden.

A few rooftops away, Batman and Robin fight a fair amount of thugs, Bruce and Damian alone, they are good, of course they are, familiar fighting styles and Tim swears he saw Bruce smiling at Damian's skills at some point.

"What? Planning to pull a Red Hood on the kid? No offense Red, but we both know the problem is the Bat, never the Bird."

Tim frowned and looked at Jason in confusion.

"What? No. I mean, sure it sucks to be replaced by a kid after having been through so much shit in that position, but no, God, I can't pull a Hood on the kid, that would be stupid… No offense."

Jason knew very well that he meant to offend.

"So? What are you doing here? Reviving the old habit of stalking?"

"No, I just needed to make sure you two were well adjusted to each other, I'm pleased with what I've seen so far." Tim stepped away from the edge of the roof "Finally free."

"Of what?"

"Of the weight." Tim answered easily, he looked at Jason with a hint of curiosity "I understand all the bitterness of losing the mantle and the place in the family, I really understand Hood, but didn't you feel relief?"

Jason considers in silence for a long time, Tim realizes that probably not, Jason was dealing with a lot more along with the loss of all aspects of his life in Gotham, he had lost his life in general, so he rephrased the question.

"After you stabilized a bit, wasn't it better? Easier to breathe? Without all that weight."

"Robin should never be heavy, kid." Jason looked at him, Hood's helmet conveyed the expression of displeasure very well "It should be light, because birds must fly."

"Hm. I guess you and N. were always stronger than me then." He looked back at the place where the fight was taking place "I think D. will be the lightest of us." Tim shook his head and smiled "I hope so."

"What were you talking about before? About relief."

"Isn't it a relief not to be responsible for Batman anymore?" Tim asked bluntly, Hood just blinked "If we're not Robin, we're not subject to his shit, I mean, fuck if the patrol sucks, fuck if something puts him in a bad mood, fuck if he's angry. It's not our problem anymore. It's not our responsibility to try to make him see reason. To bring him back from his dark mind to the real world. To be the light. That's Robin's job."

Jason is silent, he stares at Tim completely surprised at how relieved the boy seems, it's like a weight is lifted off him with each sentence, it's like Tim is returning to his normal posture after being crushed for years.

"Don't you think that's a lot of responsibility for a child?"

"Oh, yeah, sure, but D. will do fine, he has plenty of people on his side to intervene if something goes off the rails." Tim shrugged and with more bitterness than he should have said the next part "Someone always intervenes for him. Besides, he has Nightwing."

"We both had him too."

"Not the way he does it, you know that." Tim laughed at Jason's speech "Well, it's not my problem. Not anymore. Dealing with B. is Robin's responsibility and the current one will have to deal with it."

"You're telling me, that the first time B screws the boy over, because he will, you and I both know, you won't jump in to solve the problem?"

Tim looks at Jason, really looks at him with a look that borders on physical pain.

"Of course I'll go." Tim says easily, "Because I want to, because Robin is a child and we have to protect children, not because I need to keep B in line. It's good to do things because you want to, not because you have to."

Jason almost asks if someone ever jumped between Batman and Tim's Robin, if someone ever interfered in their disputes, if someone looked at the boy walking next to the bat and saw a child and not the sidekick.

He knows the answer, Jason himself hasn't done it before.

Instead, he sighs and says, "Want to go blow up a gang downtown?"

Red Robin smiles at him, "Yes, please."

[sngj08]

[Not so Quiet Boy] Sunghoon x fem!reader {Part 2}

summary: your friend tries to set you up with an old acquaintance of yours in hopes to get him a girlfriend by the end of his senior year

genre: crush to friends, friends to lovers, crush to lovers, high school romance, after school and outside of school hangouts, mixed signals, friends playing cupid, friends not saying everything, obvious flirting but protagonist doesn't see,

warning: profanity

author's note: all of this is from true experience and none of them were altered besides names.

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“I don’t know. Well I liked him since freshman year but it seems to disappear nowadays because I don’t usually hang out with him.” You explain yourself to her. “You should have told me earlier that you liked him so that I would have set you up sooner!” Elisa said, making you embarrassed. “I don’t really know. I mean I don’t even know what his type is and he doesn’t seem interested in any relationship knowing he pulls the girls on campus pretty well.” You said to Elisa, making her nod her head. “Well you do match his type as well.” She said under her breath but you still heard it. “I don’t know. I’ll think about it.” You said to Elisa as you arrived home, got out of the car and bid her goodbye.

The following week was the concert week so during dance class, your group was assigned to work on the stage to practice.

As the group went on stage, you see the lights on for a different dance. “Woah.” Some of your classmates said, “Who do you think is in the booth?” Your friend went up to you as you wanted to say jokingly. “Probably Jay because Elisa said he needed to do something in the booth.” You said, waving your hand above your head to see the silhouette of the person wave back. “It could also be Annie.” Your friend also said, making you nod in her theory.

“Ok let’s practice guys!” One of the leaders said with a serious tone. “But isn’t it too dark?” The other leader said as she looked at the previous leader. “Can you turn on some lights?” She turned around to tell the person in the tech booth but they didn’t change the lights.

The leaders tried calling out multiple times but nothing. “Can you make it a bit brighter here!” You screamed but also nothing so everyone just collectively sighed until some lights came on. “Thank you!” You wave to the person in the tech booth and they waved back again.

After class, you went to Elisa because you needed a ride home again. While walking home, you opened up a topic. “Someone was at the booth today when we were on stage. Do you know who it was?” You asked her and she nodded. “Yeah it was Sunghoon. He was fixing some lights today. Why?” She said to you while raising her eyebrows. “I thought it was Evan because I waved and he waved back. Sunghoon doesn’t lift up a finger to say Hi so i thought it was Evan.” You shrug off, but deep down, you were panicking. What if he heard that you thought it was Evan and not him.

The next day you needed to practice on stage one last time before double dress rehearsal this afternoon.

The lights were on, the same ones from yesterday making you know it was Sunghoon so you deliberately tried to ignore the tech booth even when it was somewhat dark and the lights kept on changing. 

“That’s a nice color purple.” You said to your friend, trying to act busy. “You’re acting weird.” Your friend whispered to you. “Great, you noticed.” You smiled at her weirdly. “What is it?” She asked you. “Remember yesterday when we were waving to the tech booth thinking it was Evan or Vivi? Yeah no it was Sunghoon.” You said in embarrassment while closing your eyes. “We? No, I didn't wave. YOU did.” She said pointing at you, making you feel worse. “Your cheeks are red.” Your friend gives out a laugh seeing your face. “Oh shut the fuck up.” You playfully hit her until a strobe light started which made everyone on stage gasp. You didn’t mind it that much as you looked at your shadow flicker but it has been a minute and it hasn’t turned off yet, you closed your eyes hard and held out your hand for your head for it to stop spinning. “Evan stop the strobe!…. Dancers on stage!” You hear a faint scream from the tech booth then the strobe finally stops making everybody sigh in relief.

After class you get your bag and see Elisa and Sunghoon outside waiting for you. “Are you ready to go?” Elisa said to you, making you nod. “Do you need help with the bags?” Sunghoon said as you were visibly struggling with multiple bags in your hand. “No it’s ok. I’m independent like that.” You said still visually struggling so Sunghoon takes one of your bags. You were about to say something against him but Elisa starts heading to the door. “Elis-” You were about to ask her to wait but she already left the building.

In slight frustration of things not going the way you want it. You follow Elisa outside the door. You reach the door but then it opens in front you. You look down to the door handle to see Sunghoon struggling to hold the door for you so you move to the side.

You mention that he can go ahead. “No. Ladies first.” He insisted, mentioning to you to go ahead. “No. You’re already holding my bag.” You protest to him. “No. Just go.” He said again as you sighed in defeat and went outside to see Elisa walking on the grass, on the way to her car.

“Why are you guys so slow?” She said beside her boyfriend who came out of no where, she turned behind to see you and Sunghoon while you shrug and look at Sunghoon behind you. Suddenly Sunghoon walks faster to catch up with Elisa but then holds your hand to join him to catch up to the couple in front of us. Technically being dragged by him, while your eyes were just looking at his hand.

Until we were a few steps away from Elisa, he let go of your hand and placed his in his pocket while still carrying your bag. “Oh wait Yn, this is Jad” Elisa said looking at you, introducing her boyfriend. “Hello! It’s nice to meet you!” He said to you as he glanced at you with a smile then looking at Sunghoon.

“So are you guys ready for the dance concert?” Elisa's boyfriend asked an open question for everyone. “No” Everyone else complained in unison. “I have a feeling you guys will do great.” Jad said in reassurance.

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[zehl0w]

I'm having delusions of grandeur yall

[aparticularbandit]

Thinking about how Haruhi absolutely screwed over Asakura.

Because like.

Haruhi makes the club. The club goes looking for trouble and finds nothing and also the straws were not in her favor and she didn't get to go looking for trouble with Kyon.

Haruhi gets depressed because nothing has happened in the club in its one week of existence.

Five minutes later, Asakura: Hey. Kyon. Let's play stabby!

One day later, Haruhi: HEY KYON ASAKURA DISAPPEARED YOU AND ME GONNA TEAM UP AND LOOK FOR TROUBLE.

And like. Asakura is stated repeatedly to be the prettiest girl in their class other than maybe Haruhi, and Haruhi can't go after Mikuru because Mikuru's part of her gang.

What I'm saying is Asakura suddenly being stabby is entirely Haruhi's fault.

....

And, as a result, it is highly likely that Yasuke should be concerned.

[guidingthulite]

the fun part about me finally watching yokai gakuen is that when i watched the movie like 3 years ago i joked about jinpei having comphet but guys. i don't think it's a joke anymore

[whenyoucomeback]

so y'know how ti.ll was forced to sing my clematis. i thought about jarek getting forced to sing one of iv.an's songs. currently swimming in my own tears