#i was trying to do something other than green asdfghjkl

[peskyfirefly]

[angel-of-the-moons]

I need to make a request where dom!reader pegs sub!Johnny Cage, I need him so bad its not even funny anymore

Pegging Johnny? In my house? It's more likely than you think!

Fresh Act

Johnny Cage x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, smut, sex toys, pegging, cumshot, Johnny whines when he's pegged you can't change my mind, slight spanking, recording, mentions of handcuffs, plugs, vibrators, fisting

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: pls don't look at me because of those tags asdfghjkl

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Johnny Cage was many things. An actor, a fighter, a champion, and now a director.

But there was one thing you knew he was that you were sure nobody else did--even his ex-wife, Cris--was that Johnny Cage was a bottom.

The energy this man exuded, the charisma and confidence would make anybody think that he was the boss in the bedroom.

But nope.

It was you.

Oh, how Johnny loved it when you would cuff his hands to the bed and just edge him for hours, especially if you straddled his thighs while he had a plug in--a pretty little shiny one with a cute green gem in the base--and you had some sort of vibrating implement to his cock.

Double that if you used one of those vibrating stroking toys.

But something you hadn't even thought about, surprisingly... was pegging. Let alone filming the two of you while you did it. You'd heard too many horror stories of celebrity sex tapes being leaked online and you weren't sure you could handle the thought of you (and Johnny) in such a vulnerable position.

The tabloids would eat you both up.

But having Johnny sit at the edge of your bed, shirtless, wearing sweats that hung far too low on his hips, sporting a rather happy and aching erection; and in his hand was a strap and a harness he ordered online, his phone in the other.

"So... Like. Cris would never humor me with this sort of thing. She didn't like it, but I thought if I brought it up with you..." He said.

And, god, his face has the cutest, most ridiculous set of puppy dog eyes he's tried with you yet. He almost made you cave instantly.

Almost.

"Johnny." You sigh, rubbing your forehead as you looked down at him. "Honey, I mean the dildo is one thing, but the camera?"

"Okay, I can totally take this." He said, shaking said object in his hand.

He changes it up and wiggles his phone instead, now. "And this? The video will just be for me n' you, Kitten. I promise. I'm really just gonna keep it when I need you but you're not with me. Like on set."

You couldn't help but chuckle at him with a huff. Yeah, of course he masturbated while on set. Johnny was the kind of guy to do that, after all.

"And how do you know you can take it, hm?" You ask, pointing to the dildo.

He makes a sideways grin and tilts his head, looking off to the side. "Well..."

"Johnny..."

"Okay, okay!" He laughed, leaning back on his elbows, his sweats stretching and emphasizing the outline of his dick. Your eyes flicked down his body to eye it for a few seconds, and the way his grin widened irritated you.

He was getting uppity with you again, trying to push your buttons. And you knew it.

You knew he knew it.

You cross your arms and narrow your eyes at him, pushing your breasts up just a bit.

"So, you know how I've been stressed about the new scenes on set? Yeah, so I've been experimenting with this and, well... I mean it's a bit bigger than the one I use--"

"So what I'm hearing is you've been keeping toys a secret from me." Your finger begins to tap your arm impatiently.

The way his eyes nervously dart around as he struggles to find words sends a delicious thrill through your body.

"Er, well, I..." He coughs. "Well don't think of it as hiding so much as... er. Waiting to surprise you?"

You scoff and slowly crawl over him, your leg between his thighs and intentionally pressing against his throbbing cock.

You apply a bit of pressure and tilt your head, your expression cold and calculating as he bites his lip and breathes hard through his nose.

"Sounds to me like you're making excuses." You state flatly.

The bobbing of his throat sealed his fate.

"Safeword?"

"Peaches."

"Want me to push it?" You ask, your hand sliding over his thigh, the tip of your thumb just barely tracing the side of his cock.

"Not tonight, but if I get overwhelmed I'll tell you." He says, licking his bottom lip as your thumb pressed against him with more pressure.

You slowly grin at him. "You said I can't push it, so I won't hurt you. But seriously, let me know if it's too much."

"I will, babe." He says as you kiss his lips softly.

"Kay. Now get naked and on all fours."

"Fffuuuck...." He groaned deeply.

"Johnny..." You say, your voice lashing with ice.

"Yes ma'am."

"Good boy." You purr. "Now do what I said or I'll just cockwarm you all night with no relief."

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Being with Johnny had allowed an inner demon of yours to come out. One you had no idea you were keeping locked up inside of you.

And boy, did she crave topping and dominating someone. And Johnny was more than happy to be that someone.

Setting up the camera took a bit of time, you let Johnny get up when you were struggling with positioning and lighting. After all, you wanted the both of you to look good in your homemade sex tape.

Once you were both satisfied with the way it was set up, you had Johnny get back into position, his cock jutting out between his legs, twitching and proud, his thighs were tense with excitement and his balls were nice and heavy from the edging you gave him.

Maybe next time you'd put him in a band, or a nice tight cock ring while you did this to him.

Next time.

Right now you had your bottom lip sucked between your teeth, chewing on it as you watched him shake with anticipation.

You palm his ass cheek firmly, giving him a soft squeeze; the latex on your fingers squeaking softly. "Now, Johnny... Here's a few rules. You have to keep yourself propped up. You're not allowed to touch yourself. I'll let you know when you can cum. If you do it before I say..."

You reach and squeeze his balls softly, earning a shaky whimper from him.

"I'm putting you in a Cage, Johnny." You grin maliciously. "Understood?"

The way his head shook had your heart yearning to just pull him back and kiss him stupid.

But already he was forgetting the game.

You give him another squeeze, just barely above pain.

"Johnny..." You scold.

"Yes ma'am." He wheezed.

You release him and give his ass an affectionate pat. "Good boy."

You hum as you grab the bottles of lube--one of several-- from the heating pad you had them resting on. There was one thing you knew almost nobody liked, and that was cold lube.

And it was always good to have a ton of lube on hand. No matter what, every time you think you have enough, you use more. For everyone's comfort.

And despite Johnny's assurances that he's had a dildo up his ass before, you wanted to have all your bases covered. You didn't want to hurt him unless he wanted it. Spanking or slapping or biting was one thing, but fucking his ass with inadequate levels of lube or prep could result in a hospital trip in the worst case scenario...

You popped the cap and spread his cheeks, slowly dribbling the clear liquid straight down onto his asshole, using one finger to tease the puckered flesh with an idle hum still in your voice as he sucked in a tight breath as your gloves finger massaged his tight, velvety walls.

You both agreed that for this situation, it was smart to wear some latex gloves so your nails wouldn't scratch his delicate insides. After all, even you used gloves when you fingered yourself, sometimes; having claws scratching up your lady bits was uncomfortable and could lead to infections.

"You good, Johnny?" You ask him gently.

"Y-yeah." He whimpered and quickly corrected himself. "Yes, ma'am. Ugh. You..."

He dropped his head and his upper body heaved with heavy breaths as he composed himself.

"You can use more than one."

Your brow quirked and you smiled impishly. "You want me to?"

"Please."

"Okay, baby." You murmur, pulling your finger out of his ass and holding your hand up, dripping a copious amount of lube on your first three fingers. You didn't want him too tight when you fucked him with the strap, and besides... teasing him was always part of your game.

Sometimes you wanted him so strung out he would cum from a puff of air. You wouldn't go so far tonight, you wanted him to cum on that hefty silicone dick of yours.

The groan that came from his throat as you eased your fingers inside of him made your clit twitch against the straining leather of the harness, your wet cunt already causing some nice slippery friction that stimulated you, too.

Johnny had thought of everything for this, he had the harness designed custom just for you and him, he had it made so if you wanted, you could have a vibrator stuck into a pouch in the front to stimulate your clit alongside the soft bump that rubbed against you with every movement you made, making your nipples pebble and goosebumps raise along your skin.

You twisted and pressed your fingers in every angle you could manage until Johnny collapsed down onto his elbows with a small moan.

You halt your fingers entirely and pull them out until just the tips of them remained inside, frowning down at your mega-star boyfriend.

"Johnny..."

He swallowed audibly and hauled himself back up onto shaky palms, his shoulders tense from the strain and effort.

And he thought planking was hard...

"That's my boy." You chuckle, thrusting your fingers back inside, curling them in a "come hither" manner, stroking his walls gently and oh so sweetly.

You bite your lip and move your hips closer, until your strap on was pressed against the underside of his cock and balls, giving external stimulation as you fucked his ass with your hand.

You were tempted to see if he could take the whole thing, but like your earlier thoughts you saved that idea for later.

You twist your hand downward as you look at the phone you and Johnny had set up, facing you with the front-facing camera, the ring light illuminating you two wonderfully. The energy of your bedroom and the candles lit provided a gorgeous backdrop for this; and the way you could actually see how Johnny looked on all fours, his eyes squeezed shut and biting his lip in concentration as sweat dripped down his forehead made your hips thrust against his in an automatic reaction.

He made a short gasp as your silicone cock grinded against his, pressing against his full balls while your fingers angled down, dangerously close to his prostate but not close enough to give hime spine-tingling relief.

You made a mental note to buy a custom stroker that you could shove alongside his cock, next time. You'd love to see him on his back as you grounded and stroked your cock alongside his, watching him come in thick ropes up his well-toned abs... maybe you'd have him lick your toy clean afterwards.

God, he was your inner demon's muse. He was so good at giving you ideas with just those pathetic little moans and whimpers of his.

"Look at you," You coo down at him. "Taking my hand so good."

You knew he could probably cum just like this, lazily stroking his hips against you, his cock sliding against yours as your fingers pumped in and out of him, stretching his hole out nice and wide for you.

But no, if he was gonna cum, it was gonna be while you fucked him hard with that goddamn strap-on he wanted so badly.

You pulled away all at once without warning, his ass twitching and empty at the loss of you. He looked over his shoulder at you, not voicing his question--because he knew he'd be punished if he got impatient--and his brows were creased pathetically in a silent plea for you to continue.

You acted like you didn't notice, humming a little tune as you poured what was left of the bottle of lube you were using on the dildo. You grabbed another warmed up bottle and applied more, stroking it with your fingers, trailing over the life-like silicone; the veins prominent and the foreskin creased as you pulled back like a real cock.

Fuck, you almost wished you had one, just to know how he'd feel all snug around you.

You rolled your hips into your touch, giving yourself some friction and making small moans--some for show, some genuine--as your clit bumped and rolled against the raised indent on the inside of the harness, more slick gushing from your wanting cunt.

You barely glimpsed at him out of the corner of your eyes, looking at him as he watched you, his eyes practically glistening with tears as he watched you slowly get yourself off, leaving him bereft and craving.

You were merciful and turned back to him, pouring more lube into his ass that was still clenching around air, waiting for you.

You pressed the tip against him, relishing in how his whole body seemed to go still as death as he waited.

But nothing happened.

You tapped the head of the toy against his waiting hole, "Remember. Use the safeword, and if you cum before I say, you're in trouble."

"Yes ma'am." He sighed, his voice watery and knees weak. "Please."

"Alright." You say, your tongue clicking as you press harder, the tip popping right into his asshole with wondrous ease, making you moan involuntarily at the mere sight as his hands bunched the expensive sheets, his cock leaking fresh, heavy drops of his precum.

"Fuck." He groaned as you eased in, inch by torturous inch.

"Doing s' good for me, baby." You praise as the toy is swallowed by his hungry body. "Takin' my cock so good. Next time I'm gonna have you ride it, m'kay?"

"Yes--fuck--please." He whined loudly, his spine arching and head tipping back as you finally bottomed out.

You rested there, letting the weight of the strap rest in his guts, getting snug and comfortable as his insides contorted around its shape, committing it to memory.

Cris was fucking stupid for not doing this to him. He was fucking gorgeous all split open and trembling for you, his muscles quivering as your spread your hand, palm down and fingers splayed while you slid it up his back, feeling just how sweaty he got.

"Gonna start moving." You tell him as you pull back; not quite as slow as when you were pushing in, but you were being gentle for him.

Just this once.

After that? Fuck, you were relentless.

You would roll your hips like you did when you rode his cock, gyrating and slapping against his ass as the stimulation from the harness pushed you closer and closer to your own orgasm while you fucked him.

You drove in and in, and in and in more and more, the tip of the dildo stabbing him in a way that he never managed on his own. God, Johnny wanted to badly to grip and tug his cock, to stroke himself so he could just cum already, but he remembered your rules and your promise to really make him suffer if he did what you expressly told him he couldn't.

All he could do was mumble and babble things almost incoherently, rolling his hips back against yours, his ass slapping audibly against your sweaty skin, the sound of your false cock lewd and wet as you buried yourself again and again, pile-driving the air out of his lungs with every punch of your hips.

"Fuck." You whined softly, feeling the flames of your own release began to creep up your spine, your blood turning to molten lava as the friction from the harness against the swollen bud of your clit makes your nerves light up and your brain almost forget what you were doing as you mindlessly chase your own release; your puffy lips and slick cunt gushing so much it feels like you could drown him if his face were in-between your legs, the clear, sticky juices dripping down your thighs as your hips snap up against his while you cum, your hands gripped tight on his hips to ground yourself.

As the haze of your orgasm ebbed and your hot slick dribbled down the skin of your inner thighs, you remember that you were buried all the way inside of Johnny's ass.

You smile, feeling a little guilty that you got so consumed in the moment that you'd neglected and forgot all about your whimpering and squirming boyfriend beneath you.

He hasn't said the safeword yet, and he has been good. Almost unusually, for him, to behave so well in bed. Sometimes he lived for your little punishments.

So, you decided to extend the olive branch of mercy yet again as you pull out, and angle your hips so you can press the tip against his prostate.

"Go on ahead 'n cum for me, baby." You coo at him, your voice becoming only slightly rough as you plowed full steam into his ass, relishing in the noises he made as he rocked shamelessly against you, the sweetest most pathetic noises coming from his cute lips alongside your name.

When Johnny Cage cums, he does so with his entire body, trembling, gripping, thrusting, arching... He does it all, puts his whole body into the effort of letting you know that he's at his limit and you've brought him there.

Hot, thick ropes of white shoot from the weeping and sensitive tip of his cock as you help him ride it out, smiling in amusement as he essentially rides you from below as he collapses his upper body down against the pillows, drooling just a little bit as his brain slowly kicks back on.

You could swear you could hear the dial-up internet sounds coming from his mind as you pull the dildo out of him.

"That good, huh?" You tease playfully.

"So, so good." He groans, rolling onto his back, just off to the side of the mess he made in the satiny sheets.

You hum in acknowledgement as you undo the clasps and buckles of the harness, turning the heating pad with the lube off as you set the harness and toy atop it.

You lean down and grab Johnny by his jaw, bringing his lips to yours in a heavy, loving and desperate kiss as his hands smooth up your back and down again, kneading and pulling the cheeks of your ass apart.

"Mmh. Again?" You murmur against his lips.

"As much as I'd love to do that again, I need some time to warm up, Kitten." He chuckles at you.

"But I can do that while you sit on my face, right?"

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Tag Game Thing

ayyyye another one (but not one from when I was drifting in the timeless void of Conceptually Tuesday), got tagged by @chthonicsiren , gonna tag @melthedwarf because I can >:) (edit: tagged the wrong person first cuz tumblr autofilled the url, sorry!)

1: Are you named after anyone? Yes! My birth name/not-quite-deadname is a tribute to my ma's maiden name. Without saying what either are, I'll just say that her maiden name followed a patronymic format (ex: Johnson), and my birth name is one of the feminine variants/related named (ex: Johanna?). My chosen name, Jordan Van Daalen, is a fun one! My friend and I were in drama class together, and were paired up for an assignment where we had to write a short script (we were given random phrases to start and end the scene with). We're both Huge Fucking Nerds, so we went Overboard, basically fleshing out both of our characters (and then we napped on each other). Jordan Van Daalen was what a random name generator gave me for my character. Less than a year later I realized I am some sort of non-binary, and decided to use that lil name as my future name, as well as eventual pen name :D

2: When was the last time you cried? Uh. Okay, so, like... sometimes when I'm really tired but can't sleep, I'll start improvising a little song? Just, like, whisper singing to myself? And it usually ends up being an emotional ballad about old traumas (or, you know, stuff from whatever media I've been binging)? also when I yawn my eyes water a tiny bit? so what I'm saying is that every time I can't sleep and end up singing dumb little songs, I end up crying. how often does that happen, you ask? well, buddy, I picked this url for a good reason. (it was probably yesterday)

3:Do you have kids? Does being the oldest in the friend group (and also being the dad friend) count? because I am the Father of some of these gremlins. no? oh. well, I am going to an auncle/ent soon, so that's close enough :D

4: Do you use sarcasm a lot? Depends on my mood? I'm less sarcastic than my brother, but definitely more sarcastic than either of my parents. I know that means nothing to any of you, but hey, that's my answer.

5: What's the first thing you notice about people? Uhhhhhhh if they give off gay vibes asdfghjkl; Honestly it varies, which I feel like is a given? I look for things that stand out- colored hair, piercings, if they have any jewelry, etc.

6: What color are your eyes? Okay, well, my ID says hazel, I used to describe it as "hazel green/green hazel", and I think a poet might describe my eyes as something like "sea foam green around sandy brown". However, a Certified Dick could just as easily call my eyes "snot green with a pinch of yellow". Could also just shrug and go "muddy green?". except in some lightings the "green" part seems like it might be vaguely blue, and I have been slowly driving myself insane trying to figure out a consistent color palette I can use when drawing self portraits/inserts because I can't get a decent pic of my eye to use a reference and I'm too awkward to ask someone (with less shaky hands) to do it for me. anyway, I spent ten minutes drawing what is arguably the best attempt I've ever made at making an accurate portrayal of my eye color:

7: Scary movies or happy endings? Generally speaking I prefer happy endings, but it feels weird to separate that from scary movies. However, I don't tend to watch many genuinely scary movies? I like horror comedies. I also very much enjoy watching shitty/low quality horror movies and roasting the fuck out of 'em. Humor is part of how I cope with actual scary movies/games too, though. That and pretending to try and scare the monsters :3 running through the scary dark hallway going "a-boogily-boogily-boo!" and rapidly snapping the camera from side to side like I'm jumping out at people. the monster goes rawr? I SAY IT LOUDER

8: Any special talents? I mean, I think most folks who follow me on here know that I've got a bit of talent in several types of art/creativity (music and writing are probably my big two)? But I can also beatbox a little, my arms are weirdly flexible (possible double-jointed at the shoulders?), and I am surprisingly good at picking things up/throwing them with my feet. That last one is 50% for throwing dog toys and 50% for picking up small things I dropped when I don't want to bend over. Weird? Yes. A talent? Probably not.

9: Where were you born? I think I was born in Seattle, WA, USA. It was definitely in the Seattle area, it just might have technically been a neighboring city.

10: What are your hobbies? Other than the aforementioned artsy shit, I play a lot of video games, in a variety of genres. My favorites are probably the Mass Effect series, Fallout: New Vegas, Persona 5: Royal, Horizon: Zero Dawn, and Spider-Man PS4. I need you to know how difficult it was for me to not list over a dozen games. Please understand. THERE ARE SO MANY GOOD GAMES FUCK. Also, idk if it super counts as a hobby in other people's minds, but I love LEGOs! My room is filled with them :D

11: Have you any pets? None that are, like, fully legally mine. My household has a dog, Bella, but I am unfortunately her least favorite. She loves letting me give her chin scritches first thing in the morning though :')

12: What sports do you play/have you played? KENDO, BITCHES. GET SMACKED WITH BAMBOO

13: How tall are you? Soooooo tall. Massive. Giant. A true, genuine image of a Viking Warrior.. ... ..... in other words I'm 5 feet and 3.5 inches. the .5 is incredibly important to me. On a good day with boots I can almost pass off as 5'5" tho, soooooo. I'm also built like a shit brickhouse (yes I know that's not the correct saying), so at least tall people can't throw me (I throw them)

14: Favorite subject in school? Three-way tie between English/Language Arts, Drama/Theatre, and Art class!

15: Dream job? Writer, artist, all around generally a Professional Nuisance. Maybe taking the place of a forgotten, half-dead God at a lonely shrine, slowly restoring it until it's something worth remembering, eagerly having unforgettable conversations with the rare passerby, never gaining enough fame or worship to have any real power over the world. Just enough to be a face that lingers in your memories, in your dreams, the little voice you hear when you need it most.

[mar64ds]

can we hear more abt ur ocs?? i love love love them!!! theyre just such funny little guys............

oooh thank you!! 🥺 I'll share some random facts about a bunch of them!

These two? Found family :) The only ocs that have names so far unfortunely

Primary, the one on the left, their color scheme is formed by the primary colors, red, blue and green. She's pretty much, in-universe, a drawing that came to life, so they can break a lot of laws of physics because of that. He's really fun and energetic, very clever and sarcastic as well, they love messing with people but always in a fun kind of way, she's are not actually mean. Primary is genderfluid, ace and gay :)

Hellmet, the one of the right, they used to be called Beanie, but after their design changed I changed their name as well. They are a very scary monster and they partially love that, but they also don't want to be a REALLY bad person, so they always try to be very nice and polite even if it's always very clumsily. They do love being mean, just not too much. Hellmet is nonbinary (afab!) and aromantic

Important fact: they are both autistic

I really really love this bunny, I think she's always super fun to write or just think about her dialogue. I don't really know how to describe her personality... something similar to Pipimi from Pop Team Epic asdfghjkl down to earth but in a chaotic way. She's a trans aro lesbian :)

Pink otter ^_^ I love love love her. She really loves nerdy stuff and infodumping, she's really sweet and caring to everyone. She is definitely shy, she has her insecurities, but has a lot of supportive friends. She's really positive and kind to everyone, but she's definitely not naive, if someone is being a jerk she's not going to let that slide, sometimes the good nice thing to do is call out someone for being awful, not to 'forgive' them

She met her boyfriend in highschool, they were the kind of nerd/jock couple, but in a really really sweet way, the jock character (a kangaroo guy) is the type of 'i LOVE my girlfriend' kind of character.

She's trans and autistic :)

This muppet-like creature is really mean and evil but they are funny so it's okay. They are incredibly overpowered but it's okay because it's funny. They are mean and evil... kind of. They don't really search for destruction, just for entertainment, they LOVE seeing conflict between people just because it's FUN for them. When you are an immortal overpowered being you get bored, seeing your neighbors fight it's the one fun thing you can find. They create conflict a lot of times, but at some point they get super attached to the otter girl, she's like the only person they learn to truly care about.

There is no gender in this puppet

This guy is the leader of an evil army, he's the boss, he's a Bowser kind of character. This guy is super funny to me

So... he's a super powerful villain, and he's a good villain it's not like he's useless. But he is SO petty. Most of his missions are related to personal stuff: 'Oh my ex's kingdom is better than mine. Okay, I'm going to build this super cool laser in my own kingdom and use it to destroy a bunch of cool stuff from their kingdom'

He's kind of a jerk but he's a really nice boss too. He never treats his army bad and he pays them super well. There is a joke there that a member of his army talks to a hero and asks 'how much do they even pay you?' and the hero replies 'they don't pay me, I do this to help people' and the minion says 'THEY DON'T PAY YOU?! You need another job then, are you crazy?! This is the worst life choice I've ever seen'

He's honestly really nice to everyone at the end, if he captures a hero but no one comes to rescue them for a few days he feels bad for them and treats them like a guest

He's bi by the way

Imagine your typical hero and villain dynamic, that for years fight each other, that's their everyday lives. What if... they end up becoming a found family? What if the villain adopts the hero? What then

The idea of these two was more of a 'two animals in a forest are enemies' but it became way bigger and now the wolf guy is more of an actual supervillain, bird character is still very silly and normal lol

I care a lot about their development, it's meant to make absolute sense that the wolf would end up caring so much about the bird

Bird character is agender, aromantic and autistic+adhd as well. Wolf dad is gay

Thank you so much for asking!! Talking about ocs is a lot of fun!!

[ickle-ronniekins]

black & white

request: from nonnie: ASDFGhjkl. Why are your fics so CUTE? 😭 Can I request a cute and cheesy George proposing to the fem!reader—and they’re wedding? 💜

desc: a love story unfolded via a timeline of events and colors. based on the song ‘black and white’ by niall horan

pairing: george x fem!reader

word count: 5.5k

warning(s): lil bit of angst, alcohol, some sexual content if you squint but it stops before things ~heat up~

A/N: this is just pure fluff. may or may not have cried at the cheesiness. idk. i’m a cheesy gal. can’t help it. i’m in love with a fictional character. sorry i went a tad overboard with this. also let’s pretend ~voldy~ doesn’t exist in this k? reminder that my requests are currently closed, i am merely working through the requests already in my inbox. i do not give permission for my work to be posted on any other platform.

Red

Red, hot fury swept through your bones as you watched him laugh hysterically alongside his brother. You balled your fists together, ready to throw a punch, but you knew your mum would lock you in your room until you were forty years of age if you even thought of throwing hands.

George Weasley was a pretentious little git. It was bad enough that he was your neighbour and you had to see him and his equally annoying twin in the village nearly every day, but what made it even worse was that for whatever reason, he’d chosen you to be on the receiving end of all of his pranks. His mother, Molly, was not for it -- she often gave her sons a solid tongue lashing, but it clearly never made an impact, for each and every day they were back to their normal mischief, seeking out ways to make you shake with anger.

“Weasley!” you squeaked as he and his brother ran back across the field toward their home. You loathed the idea of being in the same school as him in just two years time. At least here, at home, you could escape to your own house and your own room, far away from the boy who teasingly threw a red paint balloon all over you and your new dress. But at school, well -- the castle was only so big, wasn’t it? You weren’t sure how far away from him you’d be able to get.

You watched as he and Fred ran away, their giggles echoing through the air on top of the hill. You looked down at your ruined dress and screamed. You reckoned you’d never be able to love the colour red ever again -- not when it had ruined your beautiful purple dress, and especially when it was the colour of his annoying, messy hair.

Yellow

“I’m really sorry.”

He was standing across from you in the field. You thought about telling him that you needed to take four showers in order to get all of the red paint from your hair, and that your dress was permanently stained, but instead you folded your arms across your chest and huffed a bit. Not even magic could salvage it.

“I promise, I mean it,” he squeaked, as if he could read your mind. He seemed sincere, but he was always getting into all types of trouble, wasn’t he? Perhaps he was as good a liar as he was a pranker.

You kicked at the dirt, unsure of what to say. “You ruined my dress.”

“I know, I’m really sorry,” he said again, “it was all Freddie’s doing! I know he normally takes charge of pranks, but blimey, I told him it wasn’t a good idea.”

You arched your eyebrows up in surprise. “You did?”

“Yeah,” George told you. The wind ruffled the leaves on the tree next to you both, and you watched him tentatively as a big smile split his face. He wandered over to the tree trunk and picked at the flowers that were growing at the base. Then he turned around, marched right over to you, and handed them to you.

Yellow dandelions. You peered down at them, and then looked up at him in surprise. This wouldn’t fix your dress, but he was trying, at least. You noticed the dimples that appeared on his cheeks when he smiled. “Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.”

You couldn’t help it; you blushed and looked toward the ground. You picked a bit at the flowers and met George’s gaze once again. “You still owe me, Weasley.”

You both heard Molly calling him for dinner. “Okay, mum!” he called back, his voice echoing against the wind. He turned back toward you. “Promise. I owe you. I also promise to kick Fred’s arse since it was his idea anyway.”

A squeak of a giggle emitted from your lips and you watched as George Weasley skipped all the way home.

Blue

All of Ravenclaw house erupted into cheers as the colours of the Great Hall changed to celebrate the momentous occasion of your house winning the Quidditch Cup. It had been a neck to neck match against Gryffindor, but had you not caught the snitch before Harry, they would have had it in the bag for the third year in a row.

“At the risk of sounding like I’m pro Ravenclaw, I’ve got to say, you guys put up a great match,” you whirled around in the crowd and saw George standing in front of you. He had his hands in his pockets and he shrugged, clearly upset at a Gryffindor loss, but at least they hadn’t lost to Slytherin, right? “You really are a wicked Seeker.”

“Thanks, Weasley,” you said triumphantly, both pleased with yourself for winning but also feeling a little bit guilty for beating Gryffindor.

“When did you get so good anyway?”

“Hmm,” you placed your hand to your chin and pretended to be deep in thought, “do you mean, how did I get to be so incredible? I don’t have an answer for you, truthfully, reckon I was just born with it.”

Students filtered around you both, and you watched him laugh as blue confetti fell around the both of you and the rest of the Great Hall. Personally you thought it was a little much, but the captain had insisted. You met George’s gaze again though, and rolled your eyes.

“Oi, mate,” you heard Fred call. He reached his twin and threw an arm around his shoulders, “what’re you doing over here, conversing with the enemy?” You rolled your eyes yet again, something you found yourself doing quite often with the two of them, and Fred just grinned obnoxiously at you. “Only joking, Y/N. I suppose if anyone had to beat us, we’re glad it’s Ravenclaw. But if you repeat that, we’ll deny it, I swear to Merlin.”

“My lips are sealed, Freddie.”

You bid them both adieu before turning back to your house, celebrating and clinking your goblets of pumpkin juice together, and through the yelps and the cheers, you missed George say to Fred that he actually quite liked the way the Great Hall looked, all decorated in blue.

Orange

“How about you get to work on the ground Unicorn horn, and I’ll try and get this water crystalized?” you offered.

Today’s lesson was to brew the Oculus Potion, in the event any of you ever needed to restore someone’s sight. In an attempt to separate them, Snape had paired George with you and Fred with another Ravenclaw who didn’t look happy at all at the prospect of having him as her partner. You peered over the cauldron at George and said, “No worries. We’ve only got thirteen steps. I reckon if we keep at this without any distractions, we’ll be finished before the rest of class.”

“Better get cracking, then,” George replied.

The two of you worked in comfortable silence; you tensed a few times when Snape meandered by your table, peering down into your cauldron and scoffing, for you were certain that an attempt at any type of potion would never live up to his unrealistic expectations of two sixteen-year-olds.

A little while later, you realized that the heat emitting from all of the cauldrons was making the entire classroom incredibly warm. “Blimey, could he open a bloody window, or something?” you asked, ignoring the fact that there were absolutely no windows in the dungeons. George laughed and continued to add the crystalized water into your cauldron as you pulled your sweater over your head, leaving you in your white button down and blue and grey tie. You pulled your hair back off of your neck and said, “Alright, be sure to only add the water until it turns indigo, George.”

The poor lad hadn’t been paying attention, because your potion was far past indigo at this point. In fact, it looked as though it had turned a deep, navy blue, bordering on black, as George peered at you with soft eyes and continued to pour in the crystalized water, not realizing that he was messing up your carefully brewed potion. A snapping noise pulled him from his thoughts, and a slight explosion erupted from your cauldron and caused black smoke to cover George’s face and hair.

Most of the class began to laugh, but Snape angrily shushed them and sauntered over to the two of you, clearly giddy beyond belief that he was able to deduct points from both of your houses for causing such a ruckus in his precious dungeons. George wiped a bit of the soot from his forehead as you poured in the antidote and giggled.

“Merlin, I’m sorry -- didn’t mean to get points taken from your house.”

“Eh, it was bound to happen sooner or later.. don’t worry about it. Look! Good as new,” you clapped your hands together as the potion turned to the desired shade of orange before the final two steps. You met George’s look through the orange haze over your cauldron and asked him, “What had you so distracted anyway, Weasley?”

“Oh, erm -- nothing,” he replied a bit quickly. It didn’t go unnoticed how he’d stumbled over his words and immediately went back to looking rather intently at the directions. You bit back a smile and looked back down at yours too, unable to rid yourself of the nerves bubbling up inside of you as George looked up once again, stealing glances at you through the orange mist as nerves overtook him, too.

Green

“You had no right to do that! What the bloody hell were you thinking?”

George was standing across from you on the empty dance floor; the Yule Ball had ended abruptly and each and every student had filtered from the Great Hall and back to their respective dormitories, per the teachers. The two of you had managed to stay somehow, now more than ten feet away; you looked at one another with envy as a dramatic scene unfurled between you both.

The entire night had been nothing but a dream, up until that one dance. You’d waltzed in, your light green dress swaying beautifully near your ankles, your hand wrapped around your date’s arm. You waved to your friends, who stood with their respective dates as well, and promised yourself you’d catch up with them at the end of the night when you’d undoubtedly have stories to tell them of the most magical evening of your life.

Except that wasn’t how it worked out, had it?

“He was all over you!” George called, and you noticed how prominent the veins in his hands were when he threw them up in the air. “You said no, didn’t you? He asked you to come back to his dorm and you’d said no. Did you expect me to stand there and do nothing when he grabbed your wrists and tried to pull you there?”

George was right. You had said no, and truthfully, the way your date had grabbed you and attempted to drag you back to his room had really frightened you. You reckoned it was the firewhisky he’d drunk earlier that evening -- he wasn’t violent or anything, but he seemed desperate to get you there. All George had done was step in and stand up for you, so why on earth should you be angry at him?

You didn’t want to give George the satisfaction of letting him know that he was right. You were mad at him for other reasons, anyway. It should’ve been you that he asked to the ball, not that other disturbingly annoying Beauxbatons girl. It’s like he’d picked her particularly because he knew her annoying, bubbly personality and thick French accent would get right under your skin.

You softened a bit as you took a deep breath. “I appreciate what you did, George, but it wasn’t your place. I can take care of myself. He nearly knocked you right out!”

George winced at your words and brought a hand to his black and blue eye. He hadn’t even had the time to grab some ice and place it to the injury, and it was now rather swollen. “I don’t care if he knocked me to the bloody ground, I wasn’t going to let him do that to you!”

You couldn’t help it; anger took you over and you were saying things you shouldn’t have before you could second guess yourself. “Well you know what, George? Perhaps he wouldn’t have had the chance to try anything with me if you’d just bloody asked me to the ball first instead of that stuffy Beauxbatons girl!”

You knew your words hurt him, but you didn’t care. He looked as though he’d gotten the wind knocked out of him; he stepped backward and faltered a bit. His breathing became heavy and irregular. “You already had your date when I asked her, Y/N -- don’t you dare try and pin this on me.”

He was right, yet again. You couldn’t help it. Big, fat tears were falling down your face now and you reckoned you wouldn’t be able to salvage the rest of the hideousness that was this evening. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand and noticed the smears of black mascara and eyeliner on your skin. He inched forward now and opened his arms, but you backed away, still not ready to show him any affection.

You were being a git, but the truth was, you’d waited until the very last possible second for George to ask you to the ball. So when he didn’t, you begrudgingly agreed to the Hufflepuff who’d stepped forward and asked you himself. And as you walked swiftly passed George and up the steps to your common room, you realized that though you’d said yes, your heart had been with the Weasley boy you so adored the entire evening.

In truth, what he’d done was brave and full of love and passion. But you were still filled with hurt.

The green monster of jealousy that you’d felt when you’d watched him dance with his date was such a vice, but you just couldn’t help how you felt.

You left George alone in the desolate Great Hall as he let his head fall into his hands, pushing down his fury and tears.

Grey

You hadn’t gone back to him, that boy from the Yule Ball. You thought about it, but you figured you’d spare George more anger.

He’d approached you, your date, the day afterwards, apologizing profusely for his behaviour and how embarrassed he was at the whole ordeal. He’d asked you for lunch, only if you were okay, and you politely declined. “Friends,” you’d said, and he smiled pitifully, but gratefully, and took your hand in his to shake it.

It was so stupid, wasn’t it? Fighting with George over this. So he hadn’t asked you to the Yule Ball, so what? It wasn’t the end all, be all, was it? And he’d stood up for you, hadn’t he? When things had gotten a little out of control. He hadn’t been your date, but he had been your saviour.

It had only been a week since the dance and you two hadn’t said a word to one another. Fred had begged you too. “Come on, Y/N, you know he’s real sorry. Can’t you just forgive him? Blimey, it’s a right difficult thing to do, splitting my time between you both.”

You merely pressed your lips together and huffed. “He can come apologize to me himself, Fred. He doesn’t need you to do it for him.”

But later that afternoon, you figured, why wait? This whole thing was so dramatic and stupid. And so after rereading the same page eight times due to your lack of concentration, you jumped up from your chair in the Ravenclaw common room and made way toward the Great Hall, as fast as your legs could carry you. You were just going to tell him exactly that -- that this entire thing was dumb, and that you were thankful for him, and that bloody hell, you missed him. Perhaps it was a bit dramatic -- it had only been six days, right? You couldn’t help it. You missed him. You missed him a lot.

The thought of finally speaking to him after a very dramatic week apart made your heart flutter, and a very wide smile split your face just as you were about to round the last bend before the Great Hall.

And then you saw it. Them. Tucked away in a corner near a deserted classroom -- tangled together, George’s hands on her waist, hers in his long red hair. Her lips nearly on his. Smiling, giggling. Kissing him.

That bloody annoying Beauxbatons girl.

You stopped short and nearly tripped over your own two feet. You opened your mouth to speak but just let your mouth tremble in silence as you watched them snog one another. Her laugh was so painfully sugary sweet, you felt as though you’d like to rip your own hair out.

You were surprised how quickly the sight of them had sent your heart plummeting into your stomach. Somewhere in the few moments when you stood there in shock, your vision had become blurry and your face had become wet. You wiped at it with your sweater sleeve and sniffled quietly so they wouldn’t hear you. You spun on your heel and sped back toward your common room, wondering what the bloody hell had come over you when you thought of apologizing to him. You just wanted to get back to your dorm. Or perhaps back to your house in Ottery St. Catchpole. Stupid, silly girl you were.

If only you knew that George had spotted you before you’d left and froze solid in the spot he was standing, ignoring the forwardness of the Beauxbatons girl attached to his arm, his heart and mind chasing you all the way home.

Purple

The Ravenclaw common room was completely empty except for you. You always did this, though -- each and every year, you were always the last to finish packing. Not because you were a procrastinator, but because you hated admitting to yourself that another year was over, and you were another year closer to impending graduation.

Someone popped through the door and said your name softly. You turned and saw George standing there with a small smile on his face. “Hey,” he said, “train’s here. You almost ready to go?”

You groaned and looked back down at your trunk, now fully packed. “If I’ve got to be.” You felt like an absolute idiot that those few words brought tears to your eyes so easily. “Oi, here I go again.”

George laughed lightly and pulled you into a hug. “We’ll be back in no time, you’ll see again how quickly the summer holidays go.”

“But George, it’s our last year!” you cried. And then you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, because you didn’t fancy the idea of boarding the train with smudged makeup and a red nose. “Anyway, shall we?”

When you grabbed your trunk and headed toward the door, George gently took your hand in his and turned you around. “I’ve got something for you actually.”

You wiggled your eyebrows at him and clapped your hands together. “A present? It’s not even my birthday.”

But then you wondered if it was actually a present he wanted to give you, because he took your other hand in his and squeezed them, a serious look on his face. Your features twisted into that of confusion, and you’d be lying if you said that your heartbeat didn’t increase at the sight of him looking at you so earnestly. “What is it?”

“I’ve been a real git this year. Specifically, the Yule Ball. And a little while after that.”

You laughed and playfully shoved him. Though you still felt the sting of those few weeks, you two had managed to patch things up. He hadn’t lasted that long with that Beauxbatons girl anyway. “George, we’ve been over this, c’mon -- you were only doing what you thought was right. I’ve forgiven you, you know.”

“I know,” he smiled, and you could tell that he was equally as glad as you were that you two had placed that argument behind you. But what you two hadn’t touched on since then was what you’d said to him in a fit of fury: Perhaps he wouldn’t have had the chance to try anything with me if you’d just bloody asked me to the ball first instead of that stuffy Beauxbatons girl!

Of course he’d wanted to ask you. He’d wanted to ask you more than anything in the entire world, but each and every time he’d opened his mouth to say something, he couldn’t. Bloody nerves, and all that. Then he went and acted like a prat, making you cry, and he vowed to himself that he’d never make you cry again, unless it were happy tears.

“I realized I’ve never properly made it up to you -- not asking you to the the Yule Ball in the first place, and that time when we were nine.”

You raised your eyebrows suspiciously. “When we were nine? What the bloody hell happened when we were nine?”

And then he pulled from his pocket the most beautiful lavender pendant you ever did see. The circular stone was outlined in the same silver as the chain, and the sun flooding in from the windows made it sparkle more than anything you’d ever seen in your life. Your breath caught in your throat and you looked back and forth from the necklace to George, and back again.

“I ruined your purple dress, remember?” he asked you. He laughed a bit, probably thinking about the ridiculous way you’d looked with red paint splattered all over you. You couldn’t believe he remembered that. “Now, it’s not a dress, but seeing as we’ve grown up a bit since then, I reckoned you’d prefer something a little nicer.” He swallowed over a lump in his throat before continuing. “I never fancied her, you know. That girl from Beauxbatons. I just...” he trailed off, searching for words he couldn’t seem to muster up. You wondered if he could hear the dramatic thump of your heart, beating loudly in the heavy silence. “It doesn’t matter. It was you I wanted to be with that night, and long after. I still do.”

Then he brushed aside your hair and placed the pendant around your neck. You peered at him through blurry vision, and surprised yourself that you were now crying due to the tenderness of his touch and the emotion in his gift and not that you two were about the board the train and leave school, no longer the same two people you were just a few moments ago.

You did the only thing you could think of and you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him. You felt his shock, but it took him only mere milliseconds before he was kissing you back. In truth, you’d been wondering what it would feel like to kiss him -- the taste of him, the feel of your limbs entangled together, exactly how high your heart would soar. It was exactly the way first kisses were meant to be -- slow, and easy, and warm, the way it’s supposed to feel after having swam all day long -- your body limp and muscles de-tensing. You moulded perfectly with him, and when gravity (or rather, the first signal of the train’s departure) pulled you from one another, he peered at you with such affection that you felt as though you might explode.

You grabbed the pendant and held in gently in between your fingers, already having memorized the outline of the silver and the different shades of purple within it. “I am so bloody happy you threw red paint at me that day, Weasley.”

He laughed haughtily, throwing his head back before swinging an arm around your waist and pulling your trunk toward the exit of the Ravenclaw common room. “Merlin, me too.”

White

You were sitting at your kitchen table, ignoring the massive amount of work in front of you to admire your other hard work. Your cozy little flat looked just as you always imagined it would, with the added bonus of your boyfriend in the corner of the front entrance, fixing a loose coat hanger on the wall.

Never in your life did you imagine that things could be as perfect as this.

You couldn’t help but wonder if it would be a flat you two would share one day.

You got up and brought with you his half empty glass of wine and handed it to him. Gratefully he took it and sipped before pressing a feather light kiss to your forehead. But then you gently traced his jawline with your finger, down his neck, across his collar bone until he followed your move and leaned in to kiss you. It was soft and chaste and everything like your first one had been. But as the alcohol worked its way through your veins, you found yourself pressing yourself harder against him.

A moan of content escaped him as you bit down on his lip and slipped your hands underneath his shirt, hands pressed against his chest. Unashamedly, you pulled him toward your bedroom, and he placed his empty wine glass next to yours on the table as he kicked the door closed.

The two of you fell backwards onto the bed in an entanglement of limbs. He hovered above you, dropping down a bit to press light kisses to your neck, in between your collarbones, behind your ears, against your jawline. You so desperately wanted to feel his weight on top of you, and so you yanked him firmly against you and kissed him in a way that there was no aching way that he wouldn’t be able to tell exactly what you wanted.

He began to undo the buttons on your shirt, taking time to press kisses into your chest at the exposed places before he stopped himself and gently ran his hands across your hips, and then your cheek. His voice was merely a whisper in the deafening silence, “Are you sure?”

He gazed at you with such tenderness and love that you knew he’d stop, if you’d asked him to. He wouldn’t go another inch further if you weren’t ready. And for you, that was more than enough.

“I’m sure.”

He sucked in a breath and dipped down to press lips to yours gently before continuing to make light work of your clothes. He explored every inch of you, and the sensation of his lips gently grazing your skin caused you to arch your back in pleasure. You could feel him smiling against you, wildly in love, handling you with such care as if you were a tiny glass figure he was afraid of breaking. He held you so delicately and worked his way through each and every single one of your wants with slow and gentle hands.

You’d known it was love with him; maybe not consciously, but you’d known it long before now. Love, filled with intensity and desire and longing, in its most vulnerable and fragile form -- pure, and blinding white.

Pink

The summer air wafted in through the open window in the kitchen, and you listened to Mrs. Weasley hum some Muggle song as she set the table for dessert. You placed the finishing touches on the lemon meringue pie you baked, special because it was George’s favourite and Mrs. Weasley had insisted.

You had to admit, he’d always had the outside exterior of a tough guy, but owning a business did absolute wonders for his confidence. You noticed the way he stood up a little straighter, smiled a little bigger, and most of all, just how much he gushed about all the plans you two would be able to act on, now that you were both making income of your own.

“Merlin’s beard, Y/N, you’ve absolutely knocked it out of the park with this pie, if I do say so myself.” Arthur’s praise was nothing short of wonderful; you felt the tips of your ears turn pink at his compliments. By the way Ron slouched back in his chair, looking rather chuffed indeed, you could tell he felt the same exact way. Especially when he reached for the last piece, but Hermione slapped his hand away.

“Oh my!” Molly yelped suddenly. You jumped in surprise in your seat. “Oh, Georgie dear, would you mind wandering into the field before dark? I’d love some wildflowers for the table,”

“Sure thing, mum.” George replied before turning to you and squeezing your hand. “Want to tag along?”

You said, “Of course” at the exact same time Ron said “I’ll come along too, I could use a good walk” and if you hadn’t been so focused on George’s tender gaze, you almost would’ve missed Fred silently hissing at Ron and Hermione slapping his hand yet again. “On second thought,” Ron swallowed thickly, “I’d better stay here and help you clean up, mum.”

“Atta boy, Ronniekins,” Molly said. To you and George, she continued, “You two better get going -- not long now before it turns dark!”

George stood and pulled you to your feet. “You coming, love?”

“I go where you go.”

About twenty minutes later, as the setting sun had blended with the light purples and pinks of the sky, you’d found yourself with a rather beautiful bouquet of wildflowers for Molly. You turned to George, who was leaning against the tree and smiling at you, and asked, “Shall we get going darling? Don’t want to be too late. I reckon your mum will come out here searching for us if we spend an evening among the stars.”

“Doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea, actually.” His grin deepened, and then he said, “you’re lucky I don’t have any pranks up my sleeve right now.”

You look up at the tree and recognized the place where he’d infuriated you all those long years ago. You rolled your eyes and shook your head before twirling in your dress. “I am lucky. I was able to get a new dress after the one you so lovingly ruined. Though I will admit -- I wasn’t all that big of a fan of those puffy sleeves. This one’s much more adult.”

George arched his eyebrow in surprise before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. “Oh yes it is.”

You slapped him playfully and pointed your finger at him. “Alright you prat, calm yourself, you’ll have to wait until we get back to our flat for any funny business.”

But then you realized, as George’s features turned from mischievous to genuine within the matter of seconds, that there was definitely more pressing matters than funny business on his mind.

And then he was telling you how he’d only teased you back then because he’d found you so bloody cute, and how he should’ve asked you to the Yule Ball and regretted every single day that he didn’t, and how he’d never met anyone who could play Quidditch quite as well as you, and how bloody happy he’d been when you’d kissed him that day in the Ravenclaw common room. And then knelt down and he asked it, the words you’d imagined since you were a little girl, strung together with such fondness and emotion and tenderness that you weren’t quite sure how you were standing upright.

You’d already begun to nod quickly through your tears before he finished, but would he really be George Weasley if he didn’t tease you, just a little? “Say yes,” he laughed, “say yes and marry me and be my wife for as long as you’ll have me.”

He slid the ring onto your finger and kissed you and picked you up and whirled you around in the field and held you gently in his arms as though you were a precious glass figurine and he was doing everything in his power to hold you delicately.

“Yes. I say yes.”

Black & White

You asked, When did you first know?

And he answered, I always knew.

You both ran back up the aisle, your white dress fluttering around your ankles, his black suit hugging the curves of his arms, and into the field and away from the party, momentarily, to celebrate your first moments as husband and wife in the place where he’d figured it all out.

He’d known since that afternoon when he’d handed you those yellow dandelions that he would bring you back here one day, to ask you to be his wife. He’d known, in the Ravenclaw common room when he gave you that purple pendant, still dangling from your neck, that one day he’d also give you a ring. He’d known, all those long years ago, that he wanted to marry you, and that you would say yes, when he’d finally ask.

And now, in front of your friends and family, he’d vowed to love you -- love in it’s purest and simplest form, love -- with all it’s sentiment and emotion and vulnerability. He vowed to love you and only you for the rest of his life.

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Shōto wants to propose to Izuku with a grand romantic gesture, but no matter how many times he try, he always fail. Either it's because of Shōto's own doing or outside forces interfering beyond his control. So eventually, he settles for a simple one. And it works. (Can be a HC or a prompt/request, your choice - either way, I'm looking forward to read what you come up with)

Asdfghjkl I could totally see this happening! Poor bean gradually gets more and more frustrated until he's done planning ahead and says fuck it!

Once the villain is apprehended and the smoke around them clears, Shoto spots him immediately. Signature emerald and scarlet lightning send shockwaves around Izuku's body as he reins in the flailing tendrils of Blackwhip. There's something so inexplicably beautiful about when Izuku uses his quirk; the way his eyes shine as he smiles with a determination that has the entire nation believing in him.

A smile that has Shoto's heart.

'Izuku.' Shoto calls, as he slides over using his ice. His partner is completely unscathed and instantly moves to close the distance between them, meeting Shoto halfway to take his face in his hands.

'Shoto.' He whispers, resting their foreheads together. 'You were amazing out there.'

'Coming from you.' His lips twitch with amusement. 'Number one hero-sama.'

'Hush, you.' Izuku giggles; Shoto admires the way his verdant eyes crinkle happily and the way his mouth forms the most perfect of smiles.

He recalls a month ago: the romantic dinner sabotaged by a bombardment of excited fans crowding them for autographs. He recalls the week after, where the hero gala was interrupted by a bold villain attack. He recalls every time he's tried to ask Izuku the one question that's been on his mind for so long, only to be stopped by the public, their friends, two lost children, a spontaneous thunder storm and one rogue goose.

He internally shudders at the last one.

Shoto tries to scan the area around them to make sure they're not interrupted now, but there's one small problem.

He can't look away from the man in front of him. However, he quickly finds that he doesn't want to.

'Izuku.' Shoto smiles softly and places his hands over the calloused ones cradling his face. Now or never. 'Will you marry me?'

His partner stiffens then and Shoto's heart immediately jolts with dread. Every time he intended on popping the question, he never stopped for a minute to consider that Izuku might say no. Izuku, who always loves wholeheartedly and treats Shoto like he's the most precious person in the world. Sure, maybe his lack of apprehension beforehand was abnormal, but how could he feel anything other than comfort and stability when in the arms of the one he loves-

'Yes.'

Shoto's eyes widen then as he regards Izuku, looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes. Distantly, he remembers they're in public and probably being broadcasted on live TV, but he doesn't care.

In that moment, it's just Izuku and him.

'You'll marry me?' He asks almost breathlessly, vision blurring. 'Really?'

His heart thuds against his chest when tears begin to flood from Izuku's shining eyes and he lifts Shoto up in the air to spin them around.

'Yes! Yes! Yes!' He exclaims, joyous laughter echoing around them. 'I love you so much, Shoto! Of course I'll marry you!'

Shoto hugs Izuku's head, resting his cheek against green curls as the arms around his waist tighten. It isn't the proposal he originally planned for, but it is every bit as perfect as he imagined it to be.

[tickly-trashcan]

Walking Wallet {ChiLi}

A/N: yall really like lee childe asdfghjkl good job, immaculate taste. i’m surprised with my new prompt list, it seems like number 8 is pretty popular haha. I really loved writing this one, I'm so weak for chili it just,,, it’s amazing oughh. I’m not super good at feet tickles but i hope i still did okay and I hope everyone enjoys!

Summary: After a day of shopping, Childe is acting rather smug, and Zhongli decides to take advantage of his cockiness.

Word Count: 1.5k (under the cut)

Zhongli and Childe were walking through Liyue on a shopping trip, there were a few things they both needed. There was also the fact that Zhongli would likely want to buy something for himself as well, so naturally Childe tagged along.

They perused shops for a while until they came across one that sold teas from across Teyvat, and Zhongli’s interest immediately piqued.

“Can we go to that shop over there?” He asked, and Childe nodded, walking over with Zhongli.

“Welcome! We have teas from all over Teyvat, and teas of all kinds! We have herbal, green, black and more!” The shopkeeper said eagerly, gesturing to the bags of teas that decorated her shop.

“Do you have any from Inazuma?” Zhongli asked, peering across the widespread selection of tea.

“We do! We have this hojicha, and also this genmaicha, and this…”

The shopkeeper droned on, listing all of the teas they had from the Inazuma region as Zhongli payed close attention, Childe completely zoning out as he looked around, shifting his weight in a bored manner.

“I’ll take three of the sencha, please,” Zhongli said, Childe finally being brought back into reality by the sound of his partner’s deep voice. Zhongli reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, Childe watching him curiously from the side as the shopkeep bagged up his teas.

“Oh…” Zhongli said quietly, checking his wallet. Childe peered over and sighed, smiling softly at his partner.

“Need me to cover this one?”

“Yes please,” Zhongli said, tucking his wallet away as Childe pulled out his own, chuckling.

“This is no big deal for a Fatui member as great as me,” Childe said smugly, and Zhongli chuckled.

“So cocky,” He cooed, and Childe blushed slightly, though he knew Zhongli was right. He loved to put up a façade in public, but Zhongli knew in truth Childe was just as vulnerable as anyone else, which made it fun to tease him.

Childe paid for the tea Zhongli wanted and handed it to him, linking their arms together as they walked back down the streets of Liyue, arm in arm.

Their day continued, going to various shops, Childe making a big show of him paying for whatever Zhongli wanted, Zhongli only smiling as he did so. Finally, they arrived home with a few bags full of items, Childe carrying them for Zhongli as he set them down on the dresser of the hotel Childe was currently residing in. Childe kicked off his boots and walked in, taking a deep breath before turning to Zhongli, hands on his hips as he grinned.

“I’m basically your wallet, Zhongli! What would you do without me?” Childe said cockily, laughing as Zhongli nodded.

“Yes, you are. You know what else you are? Cocky,” Zhongli said, walking closer to Childe, who backed up slightly, noticing an odd glint in Zhongli’s cor lapis eyes. Zhongli smiled softly and Childe softened as well, allowing Zhongli to wrap his arms around Childe as he hugged him back. “And you’re awfully cocky for someone who’s so ticklish.”

As soon as he heard the last word of Zhongli’s sentence Childe immediately tried to worm out of his partner's grasp, pushing at Zhongli’s shoulders.

“Zhongli! No! Don’t you dare! I was just kidding, pl- ehe! Please no!”

Childe was already giggling like a small child from nervousness and Zhongli hadn’t even touched him yet aside from the hug he held him in.

“I’m not even doing anything, Childe,” Zhongli said, slight concern in his voice as he watched his partner’s face get red as he squirmed in his grasp. Zhongli finally used his hands to squeeze Childe’s sides, making him gasp and immediately hide his face in Zhongli’s shoulders as a quiet squeal emerged from his lips.

“I-It tickles!” 

“That’s the point,” Zhongli said with a chuckle, pinching up and down Childe’s sides as he squeaked before dissolving into frantic giggles, squirming around in Zhongli’s grasp.

 Zhongli travelled up to his ribs, rubbing his knuckles into them as Childe yelped, squeezing Zhongli tightly as his giggles increased in volume and intensity. Childe shook his head back and forth on Zhongli’s shoulder, biting his lip to try and suppress his girlish giggles.

“Gehe - Zhongli! Plehease, mmph! Not thahahat!”

Zhongli said nothing as he now dug his fingers into Childe’s ribs, dancing up and down and paying special attention to Childe’s rather sensitive upper ribs as he cackled madly. Zhongli snickered in amusement, leaning his head towards Childe’s ear as he whispered:

“Is this a good spot? Does it tickle bad here?” Zhongli teased, making Childe squeak as his knees buckled, falling against Zhongli, making him groan at the sudden weight pressed against him.

“B-Bahahad! P-Please, stohohohohop!”

Zhongli didn’t stop, however, and his hands just creeped up further until they were buried under Childe’s arms, making him shriek and arch his back, clamping his arms down as much as he could as he laughed loudly. He wriggled his fingers around, digging into the hollow of his underarm as Childe’s face burned in embarrassment as he could do nothing but cackle as Zhongli kept up his torture.

“Zhohohongli! No more, I’m behehegging you!”

“Begging me to what? Stop? That’s not happening anytime soon,” Zhongli said with a grin, scratching his fingers against Childe’s upper ribs now, lightly tickling them in a way that drove Childe up the wall. He kept his arms clamped down as much as he could, but with Zhongli’s hands already in that area it didn’t help much.

Zhongli halted his tickling momentarily to wrap his arms around Childe’s waist, picking him up as he squeaked, and throwing him on the hotel bed. Childe held his hands in front of him, trying to defend himself as he continued to giggle nervously.

“Let’s talk about this! No more ti-tickles!”

Zhongli hummed curiously, Childe inching back on the bed. Zhongli quickly grabbed his ankles just as Childe was about to make his grand escape, making him wail.

“Nooo!” He yelled, kicking his legs as Zhongli pulled his ankles into his lap as he sat on the bed, Childe’s eyes widening as he realized what Zhongli was about to do.

“Don’t you dare,” He said, his voice cracking in fear on the last word which made Zhongli chuckle.

“Don’t what?” Zhongli asked, sliding a finger up Childe’s sole as he squeaked, shaking his head furiously.

“Tickle my feet-” Childe immediately realized what he had said wrong by the look on Zhongli’s face and tried to correct himself. “I mean don’t! Don’t tickle me the - thehehehehehere! Zhohohohongli!”

Zhongli held Childe’s feet in an armlock, one hand scribbling up and down his sensitive soles as Childe tried to kick around, which wasn’t much use.

Zhongli skittered his fingers all over Childe’s socked feet, digging under his toes as Childe shrieked, kicking his legs and pounding his fist into the bed as he buried his face into the blankets, cackling into them.

Zhongli slipped his hand underneath Childe’s sock and he positively shrieked, louder than he had before as Zhongli lightly scratched at Childe’s bare heel, Childe barking out loud, screaming cackles that was only muffled by the blankets his face was buried in.

“MHmhmhm!! Pfft, gehee! Stahahahap!”

Zhongli hummed as he held Childe’s toes back, skittering his fingers across Childe’s bare sole as he yelled into the blanket.

“Noooooooo! No no no, not thehehehehere!”

Zhongli chuckled at Childe’s desperate response but didn’t let up, now softly raking his fingers down Childe’s foot as he whined through his hysterical laughter, bubbling from his throat like an endless fountain of mirth.

“Plehehehease! I caha - cahan’t! GaH! Zhongleeheehee!” Childe yelled just before his voice gave out and he was reduced to a silent fit of shaking laughter. Zhongli quickly noticed how exhausted his partner was and stopped his tickling, still holding Childe’s foot as he slowly started to regain the air in his lungs again.

“Did I go too far?” Zhongli asked, slightly concerned as he rubbed Childe’s foot gently, making him giggle again. Zhongli quickly stopped rubbing his sole and instead laid down on the bed next to Childe on his side, looking at his partner.

“Childe?”

Childe held up his pointer finger, signaling that he still needed a minute as he continued to pant heavily as a few residual giggles still emerged from his lips.

Zhongli waited patiently for Childe to recover, never taking his eyes off of him as he had his face still buried in the blankets. He finally lifted his head, letting out a loud sigh before turning to Zhongli, his face bright red from the previous tickling.

“Was it too much?” Zhongli asked, frowning, and Childe shrugged.

“Maybe a little…” He said shyly, feeling slightly torn between it. On one hand he knew Zhongli enjoyed tickling him and hearing him laugh, but on the other hand there was only so much that Childe could handle.

Zhongli reached out and cupped Childe’s face, pressing a quick kiss against his lips before pulling away, forcing a soft smile.

“You can tickle me next time, that way we’ll be even,” Zhongli said, and Childe lit up.

“Now?”

“No, I want tea right now,” Zhongli said, standing up from the bed. Childe whined, but got up as well, walking over to the shopping bags with Zhongli. Zhongli brewed them some of the new teas they retrieved and spent the rest of the night talking with each other, simply enjoying their company.

[silverynight]

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#5

I like the idea of class A casually finding out Midoriya is bi; maybe he's talking with Uraraka and Ashido (the only ones that already know) about male celebrities and whom they'd like to date.

They're chatting in the common room while everyone else is there when suddenly Kirishima interrupts the conversation with a supportive: "Do you like men, Midoriya? That's so manly!"

"Thanks, Kirishima!" The green haired boy mumbles back, feeling a little bit flustered because everyone is suddenly looking at him.

Todoroki walks into the couch, because he's too distracted staring at him and inevitably falls to the ground.

Everyone is already asking if he's alright while Bakugo is having his own internal crisis (frozen on his spot) because how on earth he didn't figure out the nerd swings both ways? He has known him since they were kids and didn't notice... then he internally screams because he realizes he's wasted so much time and then he's like holy shit do I actually have a chance?

Meanwhile Todoroki is already standing up (and ignoring everyone else) only to lean closer to Midoriya.

"Are you alright, Todoroki?"

"Yes. I'm just really happy to know you like men too."

"Uhh... Thanks?" Midoriya mumbles, thinking he's just being supportive in a very enthusiastic and odd way. "I mean I thought it was obvious..."

And of course that's when Bakugo finally stops internally freaking out only to start growling and snarling again; even the scowl on his face is back.

"OBVIOUS?" He yells and as per usual, makes everything about himself. "HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU LIKE MEN? YOU ONLY TALK ABOUT GIRLS!"

"That's because no one asks me about men!" Midoriya protests, face turning slightly pink. "Why are you so mad about it, Kacchan?"

"I'M NOT MAD! I DON'T CARE!" He growls, not fooling anyone (except Midoriya himself).

Then the next couple of days turn into a nightmare because it's Todoroki and Bakugo constantly showing off in front of Midoriya (making excuses to take off their shirts when he's around or doing everything they can to impress him) while trying their best to ruin the other's attempts to woo him.

It turns into absolutely chaos and it's so obvious Aizawa realizes what's going on and starts having headaches just by looking at them.

Why is his life like this?

569 notes • Posted 2021-11-13 13:49:58 GMT

#4

Nanami: I don't have a child. I have too many responsibilities already to be a father.

Also Nanami: Yuuji, don't forget your jacket, it's cold outside. Don't you dare turn off your phone. You have to come back before 10, if you don't, I'll go pick you up myself. Also, tell Megumi he has to ask for my permission first if he ever wants to date you.

569 notes • Posted 2021-08-24 22:10:24 GMT

#3

One of the many things I love about Sam and Bucky is that they're trying so hard to be like "we're not partners and we can't stand each other and we're definitely not going to see each other again" but they're so protective of each other and whenever Sam is says "Buck, come on..." Bucky sighs and does whatever Sam is asking him to do and whenever Bucky's in trouble and does the "Please, Sam... For me?" puppy look Sam is more than ready to help him "Okay, fine."

It's obvious they're so perfect for each other and I don't know who they're trying to convince they're not, but it's not working.

985 notes • Posted 2021-04-09 18:08:27 GMT

#2

Kong every time Jia was trying to communicate with him:

1759 notes • Posted 2021-04-01 04:54:31 GMT

#1

My headcanon is that Vision is the kind of husband that would be hanging out with his friends and suddenly he'd say: "I miss my wife" and he'd go straight home to see Wanda again even though he left the house just hours ago.

3001 notes • Posted 2021-02-20 04:56:13 GMT

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[angynomadsimp]

91 for the first character and subsequent ship that comes to your head.

Prompt: “Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

Disclaimer: this too me too long to write (lost inspiration for a bit) and it is so much longer than I planned asdfghjkl

Thanks for allowing me to write our OT3 🥺 also I feel bad it doesn’t have a lot of Teddy and it’s mostly Vendrik and Levi.

Levi had somehow gotten dragged out to the Aldecaldos camp by Vendrik and he wasn’t sure how the green haired man had convinced him. He felt out of his element, and he looked completely lost. He had gotten off work, met Vendrik outside of his apartment building before driving out to the Badlands. He was still in his work clothes which was clearly overdressed for spending time with the nomads. He was sitting on a couch, Vendrik behind him with his arms stretched out behind the couch. It was nice, but he noticed a few of the nomads staring weirdly at him and Vendrik.

“I think I’m going to get a beer. You want one?” Vendrik asked as Levi nodded. Vendrik stood up, walking over to grab a beer that sat in a crate by a table. Levi wasn’t paying attention, but Vendrik had stopped by the table to give Teddy a kiss and chat with him for a few minutes before returning back to the fire.

“Thanks.” Levi responded as he grabbed the beer and took a sip. The soft guitar music being played by one of the nomads around the fire was heard, along with soft conversations around the two.

“I was wondering… Did you want to go get some food? Or get away from this for a bit?” Vendrik motioned towards the group, knowing that Levi was feeling a bit off since this wasn’t normally his thing.

“We could do whatever you want, Ven.” Levi said as he watched Vendrik smile.

“Alright. Let me go grab something real quick and we can head out.” Vendrik had gotten up again and walked towards Teddy’s tent to grab something he had left there. Right as Levi was going to get up to walk to Vendrik’s car, the couch sunk in beside him.

“Don’t go on that date.” Panam had told him. He had only had one or two conversations with her, but knew her heart was in the right place.

“Why?” Levi was confused, but had a feeling he knew why.

“You know why.” She responded. A thousand things could be going through his mind at the moment, but he knew it had to be because of his corpo background and Vendrik was a nomad.

“Say it.” Levi dared Panam. She sat there, trying to figure out what to exactly say to him.

“Exactly, you can’t. You can’t say it’s because I wouldn’t want to leave the city when the clan moves. I don’t want to hurt him either but-“

“He’s dating Teddy.”

Silence. Panam didn’t want to tell him, not like this. He had to know. She didn’t want Levi to get his hopes up falling for someone who was already dating someone else. Levi sat there in disbelief for a few minutes, turning to glance over at Teddy who was playing a card game with the other Vets. How did he not know? How did he never realize? God, he felt like an idiot.

“Levi! You ready?” Vendrik called as he came back to the fire. He looked between Levi and Panam, raising a brow before Levi stood.

“Uh, yeah.” Levi said as he stood and followed Vendrik to his car. The two got in as they began driving towards the city to grab a bite to eat.

The entire drive was quiet, neither of them saying a word. Vendrik could feel something was off with Levi, but he didn’t want to push it in case he was overthinking everything. Vendrik had taken them to a small place, a little burger place just outside the city. It was small, but the food was still tasty. Vendrik had ordered the two of them food and sat down at the table, watching Levi. Vendrik let out a sigh before looking at Levi, a smile forming over his lips.

“So. I wanted to talk to you about something.” Vendrik finally said. He looked over to Levi who was avoiding eye contact with him. Vendrik felt hurt but he tried his best to just ignore the feeling.

“Yeah? What.” Levi answered. He was never short with his answers, which made Vendrik began to worry even more.

“Well, I like you, a lot. And I wanted-”

“Ven, look. I like you too but I can’t.” Levi interrupted him. Vendrik watched Levi, noticing he was now looking at him. “Panam told me. I’m not being a side piece for you. I’m not going to let you cheat on Teddy.” Levi explained as Vendrik rolled his eyes, his jaw clenching.

“Panam has nothing to do with my love life. Teddy and I have talked. We agreed that since we.. we both like you, we both wanted to date you.” Vendrik tried explaining to Levi. He didn’t know how to explain it to him but was trying his best. Levi sat there, processing everything as he finally met Vendrik’s glance.

“So you’re.. Not using me as a side piece? You both want to date me?” Vendrik nodded as Levi explained it back to him.

“If you want. I don’t want to push you if you don’t want to. It’s been something Teddy and I’ve talked about the last few days.” Vendrik looked at his hands, nervous and afraid that Levi would tell him no. He really, really liked him. He was just scared that he had let Levi know he liked him but would turn away because he was including Teddy in the mix.

“Well. This is a lot. Can… I think about it for a few days?” Levi asked as Vendrik nodded.

“Sure, yeah. Do you want to eat here? Or go home?” Vendrik watched a small smile form over Levi’s lips as he nodded.

A few days passed and Vendrik and Teddy hadn’t heard anything from Levi. He was a very busy man, working basically all hours of the day. A day off was rare it seemed, even rarer was a day off where he could relax without a care in the world. Vendrik was starting to think that Levi was ghosting them and didn’t want to date. Vendrik had sent Levi a few texts, just wanting to make sure he was alright but he never got a response. Just as he was giving up hope, he heard the roar of a familiar engine come to a stop. Walking out of the tent, where he and Teddy were relaxing, Vendrik spotted Levi getting out of his car, in more casual clothing.

“Hey. Sorry, work’s been a lot lately.” Levi smiled over at Vendrik and Teddy as the two looked at each other before back at Levi.

“No, I get it. Work takes a lot out of you. I’m just glad to see you.” Vendrik smiled as Levi looked between him and Teddy.

“If I remember, we have something to discuss?” Levi said, looking at the two. Vendrik watched Levi, a large smile moving over his lips as he motioned to Teddy’s tent. Levi moved to place a soft kiss to Vendrik’s cheek and then Teddy’s cheek with a large smile.

They were going to make this work.

[ajokeformur-ray]

Never, never change // Joker x Reader // anniversary fluff.

Summary: You’ve been married to Joker for four months and it only makes you want to appreciate him in the corresponding moment of realisation. Luckily for you is Joker a sponge to all the things you freely give to him, and he’s left breathless by you and all the ways in which you make it known how deeply and reverently you love him.

A/N: Self-indulgent self-insert because why not? asdfghjkl; 😭🥺🥰💖🌷 we got married 26.3.2020 and the fourth month slipped past almost unnoticed. So, fully embracing being That Person, I wrote a small something to celebrate! 🥰 I love him so much it hurts.

Word count: 1, 744.

He’s so cute I cryyy ;w; 😭😭😭😭

You gasped loudly and almost dropped your large mug of coffee. “Holy shit!” You put your coffee down on the small table in front of you, your grip now shaky, excited and nervous. Would Joker care about what you had just realised? It was something so simple yet so weighted in new chances, newfound hope and in love, and you briefly wondered if Joker would laugh at you for having such a big reaction over something as silly as the day’s date.

At the sound of your dramatic gasp, a drama queen were you even when you weren’t trying to be, Joker jumped and his eyes darted wildly around the room, his face illuminated in the harsh blue glow of the television screen. Coupled with his painted visage did he look almost ghostly. “What? What is it?” He looked about ready to jump up from his seat beside you on the sofa, and you smiled at his vigilant reaction. Joker caught the smile on your face and he sunk back into his previous position, his green eyes fixed upon your face and a smirk playing on his lips as he realised that nothing was wrong.

No... no, something was right and he wanted to know. 

Joker wanted to know it now and he turned in his seat so that he could fully face you. You copied his movements and moved so that you were sitting cross legged on the sofa. Your fingers played with the gap between the two seats and you were so completely surrounded by Joker’s scent in this moment, saturated was the sofa in his scent from all the months he had spent sleeping on it, unable to move one way or the other because he would just fall off otherwise, so narrow was the sofa. Joker’s impatience was made known to you when he leaned forward a bit more so that he could rest his sticky, painted forehead against your own. “What is it, Y/N? Come on, tell me.” 

His soft rasp almost broke your already trashed and scattered heart and you cooed softly as you reached up to cup his face. You held him gently, not wanted to smudge his paint, but Joker, knowing you as well as he knew himself, pressed into your touch and you understood that he wanted to feel you against him. So you held him tighter and Joker leaned into you, nuzzling into you like a cat. His eyes never left yours and it was with the almost embarrassing and very familiar stinging of tears in your eyes that you said, “We’ve been married for four months today.” When Joker didn’t immediately respond, your grip on his face slackened and you began to pull away from him, worried were you that you were the only one who cared, that you were the only one who celebrated such tiny milestones. Four months wasn’t that long of a time to be with someone, not really, and your lives together had barely started, but to you... to you, every second that you got to spend basking in Joker’s love for you was worth all of those lonely years, all of those tear filled nights when you could only sit in a soul deep yearning for something you couldn’t name. Indeed, some nights did you still experience this feeling, but with Joker was everything just a little easier to bear. Your soul hadn’t breathed a single breath until the day you had first seen Carnival twirling his sign on that crowded, busy street in Gotham. Joker was your soul’s oxygen, your heart’s reason, and your mind’s medicine.

Catching quickly onto your insecurities, well known and familiar to Joker were they, Joker refused to let you let go of him and he grabbed your hands and pressed them back onto his face, his fingers linking with yours so that, while you could still pull away from his grasp, you would have to really try to do so. Both of you knew that you never wanted to let go of him, for even a moment. You were a very affectionate and clingy couple; you were always touching in one way or another. Not only did it ground Joker in the moment in reality as well as reaffirm your continued existence to him, but it also kept you calm. Your world crumbled when your Joker wasn’t with you. “No, don’t let go, Y/N,” Joker’s green oceans calmed your own stormy waters and you felt your heart rate begin to slow as you realised that he did care; you had just startled him, was all. “Are you - is this real, Y/N? Have we - have we really been ma-” A broken laugh climbed out of his throat and Joker clamped his lips shut and turned his face away. You allowed Joker that space to gather himself, your hands still joined upon his face, and when he turned back to you were there tears in his eyes. 

Easy was it and natural was it for you to wipe his tears away and your grip slid off his face. You held both of Joker’s hands with one of your own as the other dashed his tears away. “I’m as real as you are, angel.” In the face of his overwhelming disbelief did your own tears slip down your cheeks and Joker giggled; you cried so easily and for every laugh that Joker had did you have a type of crying to match, and Joker knew all of your cries as well as you knew all of his laughs. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to be wiping each other’s tears away, and this was how the next few moments were spent, your hearts so full of love and your eyes so full of tears which expressed that love, for it was overwhelming, completely bigger and better than your own selves and no literary great could ever adequately put it into words, even with the use of celestial terms and with time on their side. “I can’t believe it’s been four months already...”

Joker made a contemplative humming noise as he smoothed your hair back from your face, his thumbs deftly wiping away tears which continued to fall. “I know.” His voice was thick with emotion and he leaned forward to kiss your forehead. His lips remained against your skin as he said, “How did I ever get so lucky?”

You smiled unhappily and Joker, attentive was he, caught the movement. He rubbed his forehead against yours, smearing white and blue across your clear skin as he sought to wordlessly comfort you. “I ask myself the same question every day, darling. How did I get so lucky? I look at you sometimes and... then I look at me and I just don’t...” Joker’s high pitched giggle cut you off and he tipped his head so that he could kiss you. His lips trembled against your own, so emotional was he in this moment, and tensions quickly mounted and grew as the kiss became more passionate, fiery in its intensity. You were pushed back so that your head rested on the arm of the sofa and Joker took up his familiar and comforting position atop you as your clown blanket. His scent completely surrounded you, as did the colour red, which had come to symbolise safety, love, passion and home for you. You could never sleep without the weight of your clown blanket on you and the red which surrounded you as a result, and you definitely couldn’t sleep without telling your husband that you loved him. It was okay if he didn’t say it back (he always did, even in the middle of a tense moment between the two of you), but it was an almost primal need for you to say it to him and to know that Joker heard you.

“Don’t you dare say that stuff about yourself. That’s my wife you’re talking about.” Joker’s tone was firm and it very clearly left no room for debate, so you only kissed him by way of dropping the subject; it was much better for you to do that, anyway. Joker could get very frustrated when you spoke down about yourself or didn’t treat yourself properly, and today was a celebration and not a need to gain or receive reassurance. “I love you, Y/N. So much.”

“I love you too, darling.” Your smile was such that you felt the need to cry and Joker only cooed as you did your best to not cry; sometimes the way you expressed yourself irritated you, though Joker continued to find it adorable. Joker leaned down and rested his face in the warm crook of your neck, and you allowed a few tears to fall down your face as you wrapped your arms around him and pressed yourself into your clown blanket, wanting him around all of you. “You’re my whole heart and my reason to wake up every day and try. You are... everything to me, Joker. I’d be so lost without you.” You almost said, please don’t get tired of me, but you stamped it down. This wasn’t the right moment to get into your insecurities.

So well did Joker know you, though, that he heard what you said but he listened to what you didn’t and that was why he said, “I’ll never get tired of my one and only, Y/N. I married you for a reason and I can’t - won’t imagine my life without you.” Joker pressed a kiss to your pulse point and then he settled in, making a show of getting comfortable atop you. Joker was there to stay with you in every way and you both knew it. “Happy four months, my angel.”

You smiled and Joker’s head shot up from your neck, so well did he know you, and his own resounding smile made your heart skip a beat and squeeze in your chest, your stomach swoop, and your mind go blank. You were still so in love with him and you knew that you always would be. “Happy four months, Joker.” A sleepy noise, a clumsy kiss, and Joker slept, so comfortable around you was he. And, well... your coffee was half finished but your eyelids were growing heavy and a nap never hurt anyone, right? Coffee could be reheated or remade but moments like this were priceless and irreplaceable, just like the two of you.

AF/J @impulsiveclown @astheworlddturns @fluffedstar @jokersqueenofchaos @germansarechill @tsukiakarinobara  @lynnesm @sagyunaro  @docsportello  @flowerglitterwoman @ben-solos-writing-avenger @jokers-doll @jokershyena @arthurjokersgirl @antonija89 @lilliryth @hotpacino @obsessedandthirsty  @call-me-harley-quinn

[witchofinterest]

Gar, Kay and Conner family unit is sadly discontinued now, here’s a master post of their scenes though, rip to this great dynamic. asdfghjkl, i lied apparently i never wrote a conner scene, i intended to though!

"Who's the new girl." Gar asked, watching Dick walk in with a girl. His hand came up to her shoulder as he introduced her.

"This is Katherine Mulaney. She's also Hood back in Gotham."

"Oh! I've heard about you, big fan. Gar Logan." the green-haired boy introduced. He took her hand and she weakly shook it back.

"I've never heard of you." she turned back to Dick, who was clearly hoping she would be nicer.

¨I don't have anywhere else to go,¨ Kay said, reflecting on that. She could go groveling to Batman, but she had more self-respect than that.

¨Nice reason to stay,¨

¨At least I stayed,¨ something changed and Gar nodded. She realized the gravity. She had stayed. For whatever reason, she was the only person he had left.

¨Wanna play?¨ she asked.

¨Now?¨

¨You've got other plans?¨ he laughed at that, giving her a smile.

¨You gotta be more careful.¨ Gar chided, rolling the bandage around her upper arm.

¨I am careful, too careful. I keep expecting this place to be as dangerous as Gotham, puts me on edge.¨ she explained.

¨It's just Detroit Katie,¨ Gar laughed, making her turn to face him. 

¨Katie?¨ she questioned, rolling her arm, assessing the pain. Still high.

¨You don't like it?¨

¨Its fine, I do actually,¨

Kay pressed the buttons on the stupidly fancy coffee maker while making a mental note to send some anon hate to Bruce Wayne. She grabbed an apple and milled around. They didn't need to work, so they spent all day in the house. She missed classes, but that was the price she paid for freedom, that and-

She was jolted out of her thoughts by Gar knocking over a broom and scaring her. He picked it up and smiled at her. She knew this was killing him.

¨You drink coffee?¨ he asked, referring to the cup the machine had just finished pouting.

¨Nope, I made it for you.¨ she said, placing it down in front of him.

¨Really? Thank you,¨ he said, taking a sip and regretting it.

binus: gar, kay and rachel scene.

All her old anxieties came rushing back. She pushed those thoughts out. They didn't like her, so what was the harm if they rejected her. Squaring her shoulders, she walked over.

"Ca-can I play? Next round, of course." she had to backtrack. God she hated the way she sounded. She was supposed to be better than that now. Apparently vigilante confidence really only lasted as long as she wore the suit.

They traded a look, both nodding. She sat down next to Rachel and watched the screen. They were playing Mario Kart. Her brother had loved that game. She didn't want to think about that now.

"Are you any good?" Gar asked, handing her the controller.

"Nope, not at all. Is that a problem?" she asked, looking as Rachel chose the track. Rainbow road, hard.

"Definitely not, Rachel isn't good either." Gar comforted her.

"Hey!" Rachel exclaimed, hitting him with a pillow.

She smiled before she realized it. Then realized she hadn't thought about Jason for that entire interaction. She hadn't done that before. It made the ache in her chest better and worse.

"You okay?" Rachel asked, snapping her out of it.

"Yeah, I just haven't played in a while. Trying to remember the controls." she made up.

"Oh! I'll help you, I am great." Gar offered, running over to her side of the couch. He placed his hands over hers, guiding her through the buttons and what they did.

"You got it?"

"I think I do."

[yutaya]

Iron Fist Rewatch: 1x01: Snow Gives Way

-Someone barging into Ward's office acting like they own the place and also know Harold is alive must have sent such a jolt of fear through Ward for a second

-Ward puts himself between Danny and Joy when it seems like Danny might get physical

-Ward tells Joy not to have Danny arrested - Harold concerns?

-Danny PTSD set off by the elevator turbulence?? But he was fine going up. Just stress induced? He's shaking.

-FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT BREAK INTO THAT HOUSE

-Joy's dog just disappears after this episode?

-Danny just meditates or something to get that dog to calm down. Calms his mind so as to seem not a threat / not present? Is Danny some sort of animal whisperer? I'm now positive that at some point during Danny and Ward's Adventures Across Asia, they were stranded somewhere for some reason, Ward is complaining about being stuck in some muddy backwater hick town or whatever, Danny just sort of strolls up to some large animals (attached to a cart? Wait, that would be stealing. Hm...) goes all zen state, then says to Ward "they'll take us to the next town" like that's a normal series of events and not COMPLETELY INSANE, DANNY, WHAT THE F---.

-Pictures on Joy's shelf: Harold with his arm around young Joy, all six of them on some vacation. Rands + Meachums kind of separated in this photo, though. Don't people normally stand closer together in group photos? Also, young Joy much shorter than young Danny. Note: Wendall's hands on both Heather and Danny's shoulders. Harold's hand on Joy's shoulder. Ward and Danny both have hands in pockets.

-"Dad says rules are for pussies" ;___; (Young Ward refusing to pay monopoly rent because he just doesn't want to. Starting the corrupt financial elite training off early, huh?)

-"Oh, here comes Mommy and Daddy to protect you and give you lots of hugs and kisses and tell you what a sweet little boy you are. It's disgusting. *sweeps all the game pieces off the table even though they've clearly been playing for awhile and it's not like Danny just won he was only asking for like $200*" Ward, you dramatic bitch. Also, they were literally only saying they were home, not necessarily rushing in to protect Danny from the Big Bad Ward refusing to pay $200 monopoly money. Metaphorically, I suppose this is still Ward being a sore loser, though. It's not monopoly Danny beat him at, it's having parents who love him. T_T AND THEN HE LIES ABOUT IT, PLAYING THE BELEAGUERED BABYSITTER, ASDFGHJKL - WARD. (Note: neither Danny nor Joy speak up against this blatant unfairness. Previous failure? YOU'RE SUCH A BULLY, WARD.)

-Big Al is first person to be friendly to Danny and I'm sure Danny doesn't forget it. Headcanon Danny is def actively caring towards 'lower class', including homeless and drug addicts, and actually sees + treats them as equals. Classism definitely a theme in these shows with the people who struggle financially like Colleen being the kindest and most charitable and the rich being assholes.

-But also why is he informing Danny that the internet can be used as a search engine with no prior indication in their conversation that Danny doesn't know this? I mean, Danny does not, in fact, know this, but.

-In the news article, the photo of the Rands is the same one in Joy's apartment, but the Meachums are not there. However, they are not merely cropped out: the background extends into the spot they should occupy. Did some poor news article graphic designer have to go find a photo of that tourist spot background at the exact right angle and photoshop them together to get rid of the Meachums, or was Joy's photo a photoshopped family vacation image, which could have explained the awkward distance between the two families, even though it wouldn't have been that hard in editing to set them all closer together? Maybe they all still went on the same vacation together, but instead of asking a passerby to take a photo for them, both families took photos of each other and then someone combined them at a later date? Practically speaking, that still means the angle would be likely to be off for the background, and it's also suspicious that there are zero other tourists around. These rich families rented out the entire space?? Would lend to lack of external parties to take a group pic for them. Obviously, IRL explanation is they're all photoshopped onto a static background, but fun to think of the in-universe reasons. ...Actually, most likely explanation is that they took multiple photos - Rand only, Meachum only, maybe also kids only, Wendall+Harold only, etc, as well as group. So this entire train of thought is inconsequential. Oops.

-Harold had a big event funeral, "mayor and everything"? That must have been fun for both Harold and Ward, with significantly different usages of the word 'fun'.

-Hello Joy, not only did I follow you home to accost you at your front door the morning after I attacked the security at your workplace to enter your probably restricted top floor executives offices, I also did extensive research into your childhood history down to the position you and your friend played on your childhood soccer team, oh and also I broke into your house yesterday where I interacted with your dog. Now watch while I prove my physical prowess by flipping over a taxi.

-Bird flying into city while Danny meditates?? Symbolically, follows the idea of the bird flying through the pass that was Danny's sign to leave K'un Lun and return to NYC. Spiritually - what? AU where the bird is Danny's spirit animal and he's connected to it / seeing through its eyes right now. For the HDM AU fans: bird could be Danny's separated dæmon? (Would a HDM AU Danny's dæmon be a dragon? Honestly, idk how much dragon stereotypes match Danny's personality. Would have to think about that. Would be funny if someone else had the dragon dæmon, not any of the Fist holders.)

-Danny. Danny. Colleen JUST HUNG THAT FLYER UP. Take one of the little tabbies, if you must, that's what they're for, but don't take the entire flyer down! Those cost money, you know. And it takes time to cut all those little tabbies out and then go around hanging the flyers up.

-Colleen be like "dear god, this is why you shouldn't be nice to people, they start trying to hit on you, @ random park dude, please stop talking at me and following me while I continually shift out of your line of vision"

-Danny: "Hey you speak Chinese? I speak Chinese." Colleen: "I'm Japanese you dick. :)"

-Ward: I'm gonna make sure our personal security team is guarding you against this clear and present threat, but also we're still not calling the police??

-Ward turns this from either a crazy homeless guy or a scam artist into a potential organized corporate sabotage - the kind of threat that Joy is more easily able to compartmentalize her emotions on and crush under her heel?

-Ward just gets into a moving vehicle with someone he has verbally acknowledged as an active threat to his family. Did you have ANY stranger danger safety lessons growing up, Ward?

-Danny now appears to be actively threatening Ward, while using the reasoning that Ward and everyone else have been seriously trying his patience and he's in danger of losing his temper, but he's still giving Ward one last chance to back down. Note: this is a technique commonly employed by abusers, and probably more triggering to Ward than Danny knows, even though Danny probably actually does think he's being sincere as opposed to manipulative.

-->Aaaand Ward responds by ratcheting up instead, because of course he does, IMMEDIATELY leading to the gun to head scene. oh, geez.

-Danny provides personal details - probably this is the moment Ward starts to believe it might actually be Danny somehow, against all logic and reason. He looks shaken, then immediately starts trying to gaslight Danny. asdfghjkl WARD.

-->Ward lying to Danny's face and putting himself in the position of the righteous with Danny as the person in the wrong when they both know it's a lie is very reminiscent of the monopoly scene from when they were kids and the implied constant behavior from when they were kids. But this time, Danny doesn't accept it the way he did as a kid. He stares at Ward, remembering this pattern, actively teetering on PTSD flashback mode, and fights back. Makes Ward think he might be about to kill them both - while having flashbacks that hinder his ability to stop so Danny in hindsight gets freaked out about what he almost did too. (Note: looking freaked out and claiming he didn't mean to almost kill them both just now was probably more concerning to Ward rather than less.) And then he promises he'll be back because this isn't over. gdi, Danny, no wonder Ward wants you gone asap.

-Colleen, trying to tell Danny to go away because he's being a creeper: TAKE A HINT TAKE A HINT

-Danny, casually: Oh yeah Master Lei Gun "The Thunderer" used to smack me hard in the face with the practice swords

-Colleen bringing a sword to a gun fight

-Danny grabs enemy's gun, but not to use as weapon/defense - only to disarm it and run off - which Colleen sees.

-What festival is this that's happening in Chinatown? Has anyone figured out an IF timeline? Could compare dates to real world events, see if there's any potential cross over.

-None of these bystanders so much as bother to look at the fistfights happening 2 feet away from them

-Ward sitting in his office eating his food (it has decorative greens so you know it's ~fancy~) and answers his phone smiling because he's expecting the good news that Danny-probably-an-impersonator-but-also-potentially-maybe-not-but-we're-not-thinking-about-that-Ward-get-a-hold-of-yourself is dead. Way to be a villain stereotype, Ward. I know you try real hard at it so good job uwu

-Harold intro. Ward clearly at his beck and call and just as clearly resentful of it. "I think...” *resigned* “-of course, right away." is such immediate shorthand for someone abusing the power imbalance. (Note: Ward puts off approaching Harold with the "Danny problem" until night 2, tries to handle it quietly until he has implicated himself (Danny now knows Ward tried to have him killed) and Danny is still present and now an even bigger threat)

-So many elevators. All express to specific floors/areas? This lobby is so unsettling. Elevator leads to another hall full of elevators, then stairs, then handprint access to hall with second elevator into penthouse. (Note: Ward is one of those people who press the close door button multiple times with a frustrated facial expression)

-Ward to Harold: "How do you even know about that? ...Shit. Are you behind this? Is this another one of your stupid tests?"

-Harold to Ward: "I wish you would take things like this more seriously, so I don't see my company destroyed."

-Photos on Harold's shelf: young Joy, posed photo of Meachums in formal-ish clothing, Harold's hands on both kids shoulders, indistinguishable group of people on a bridge(?) somewhere. Group photo atop a fancy box, Joy photo in front of the Meachum family photo. On Harold's desk: another photo of young Joy, this one looks like one of those posed school photos where they have the kid stand against a "tree" backdrop.

-Ward says out loud that he could ignore Harold and Harold wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Harold casually observes that Ward is now and has always been childish. Ward remarks that Harold has been telling Ward he's disappointed in him his whole life. Harold is still disappointed in Ward right now.

-Harold: this is how you make your employees loyal to you. *proceeds to display his complete dominance over Kyle, who looks nervous and threatened by the direct attention* Ward: "Jesus, Dad, what the hell is wrong with you?" (Still doesn't do anything to remove Kyle from this situation though)

-Harold lectures at Ward as if everything Ward has ever done is wrong, always, including snapping his fingers at him when he starts to speak himself, like a bad dog, and listing off things that Ward has already brought up to Joy as if Ward is an incompetent who would never consider those angles himself

-Ward makes a snide comment, Harold snaps at him, Ward smiles a little bit because he has succeeded in getting under Harold's skin for a moment

-Harold: Leave this to me. I'll tell you exactly what to do. Ward: Like always. Harold: Like always.

-Awww, Danny was rushing back to tell his new friend Al all about Ward sending people to kill him, possibly looking for advice? ;_; (Also, why is there a foreboding music significance to Al having a bird tattoo? Does this ever come back??? I don't remember this mystery going anywhere.)

-Danny is lurking in Joy's office. He doesn't say anything even slightly reassuring, like that he has an appointment, just heavily implies that he snuck in. sigh.

-"I'm not gonna hurt you," Danny laughs, after displaying a whole lot of extremely threatening behavior. Joy smiles, drugs him, and buys time until it kicks in.

[moretreasurewithinarchive]

asdfghjkl would it be terrible of me to just request ALL from the soft sunday meme for john though

Soft Sunday meme

@melnchly

Favorite way to receive affection? Ooooh hmmm... Honestly, just knowing that someone thought of him makes him cry every time. 

Favorite way to give affection? Honestly, he likes quiet time together a lot. But he also likes talking and spoiling when he can afford it. 

Non-sexual thing that always makes the muse melt? Tender glances and caresses. 

Places they don’t like being touched non-sexually? I'm not sure... His neck maybe?? Or his butt??? But he probably doesn't like that period. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Do they like giving nicknames to their significant other? MY. DEAREST. GIRL. 🥺😭🥺😭

Do they like being called a nickname? Usually, no. But Meg calling him my John or my own John, it anything like that? He's a puddle. 

What’s something their significant other can do to make them feel safe? HUGS. JOHN IS VERY HUGGY AND ALWAYS HAS TO BE TOUCHING MEG SOMEHOW. SHE KEEPS HIM GROUNDED AND CALM AND SAFE. 

What’s the best way to calm down your muse when they’re angry? I'm trying to remember the scenes in the book where he gets angry... Honestly I think just giving him a bit of time to try and cool down is the first thing. Let him father his thoughts and keep his temper in check. And DEFINITELY talking things out and not lying. 

Little things your muse does to show their significant other they care? I feel like John is very big on the just cause present thing? Like he sees something he thinks Meg would like it would need and he can afford it? Buys it. Does things around the house to help her out, all the time. Takes the kids out so she can rest. And, of course, every other word out of his mouth is I love you. 

PDA that’s a definite ‘no’? GROPING. JOHN HATES PUBLIC GROPING. Kissing and hugging are ok. Hell, if other people wanna make out, he won't say anything about it. He personally never would, but holy hell don't go grabbing on each other in public. 

Does your muse want to have kids? If so, how many and what’s the reasoning behind the number? I feel like if John could have chosen, they'd have had 4 or 5 kids? He wanted a big family, but he adores Daisy, Demi, and Josie, and is totally content with them. 

Are they loud and proud about their relationships, or do they keep it private? Ok like... John NEVER shuts up about Meg. Let's be real. But he knows where to draw the line. He keeps private things private. Like never gonna be having locker room chats about their sex life. But he will brag the fuck out of how proud he is of her and how much he loves her. 

Do they workout or put on makeup for their significant other? I mean John probably works out, but I wouldn't say he does it FOR Meg anymore than she does for him. Like yeah they both wanna look their best in dates, but they do it because they want to feel good for themselves not each other. BUT HEAR ME OUT, PIPPA. THEY TOTALLY WORK OUT TOGETHER. GO JOGGING TOGETHER. HE SHOWS HER HOW TO USE WEIGHTS. 

Do dirty jokes go over their head, or are they the one making the dirty jokes? JOHN HATES DIRTY JOKES. He totally gives Laurie The Look™ when he makes them. 

Do they find a need to be in a relationship, or do they have a ‘if it happens it happens’ feeling? He's definitely if it happens. I mean he seemingly had no interest in romance until he met Meg. And even when Kate Vaughn was hardcore flirting with him, he didn't notice. Still convinced he'd been dreaming about Meg for as long as he could remember and was stunned when he actually met her. But he wouldn't have felt the need to marry just anyone for the sake of being married. 

What food or drink can be given to them to show that their partner really cares? Ooooh... Hmm... I feel like John probably drinks coffee a lot, but honestly when he doesn't feel good or needs a pick me up, he's all about green tea. 

Is your muse good with kids? What ages? YES. JOHN IS WONDERFUL WITH KIDS OF ALL AGES. Listen he got Laurie and Demi relaxed. That takes skill. 

Would your muse be the one doing most of the cooking or not? I think John is a pretty decent cook considering he lived alone for so long before he met Meg? So he can make things, but he prefers stuff that she makes, honestly. Wouldn't put it past him to surprise her by cooking though. 

Is your muse good at housework? This would probably depend on the timing. Modern John would definitely be better at it than Canon John. But I feel like even then, he'd still try to help? Even if it's just running out to grab something that Meg needed while she was cooking or whatever? Realistically, canon housework would be on her, because Civil War, but I don't see him just sitting there watching her do everything. They're a team damn it, so he would try. 

[axemetaphor]

@ the oc ask game thing do all of em for Adam. I Dare Ya

oh shit asdfghjk i already did 2 so i’ll exclude those, but, HERE WE GO

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

He doesn’t remember much of Scotland, but he likely has an idealized concept of it that he considers home. In his mind, if he lived in the rolling green hills he often hears described, everything would be fine! He’d finally be entirely at peace. But that’s not his home, and he knows it.

For him, home isn’t really a place. Technically he still considers his mom’s house “home” simply because he’s used to referring to it as such, but it doesn’t feel like home. What feels like home to him is being with Flint and Domino. What feels like home is the three of them working on a case together and bantering back-and-forth as they drive to and from wherever the hell they need to go. What feels like home is staying up ‘til absurdly late hours playing video games with Domino and Joey and sometimes Lotte. That’s home.

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

Hm that’s actually interestin to think about. He barely knows New York and his space in the apartment is the living room, so, he doesn’t have His Room or smth to go hide in... He strikes me as the sort to like stargazing/skygazing, though, so maybe the roof. If he needs to think about something or calm down, he might take a walk to clear his head. He’s prone to anxiety and walks really help with that, afaik! 

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with receiving affection from others?

Adam probably loves hugs, but is a bit skittish about them, mainly because he’s mindful of other people’s boundaries ! He doesn’t tend to easily trust kindness from strangers, or even from friends and family honestly, but he’d like hugs. He gives very nice hugs, he’s a very fluffy lad.

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

He likes birds! And nature in general! He just likes living green things a lot. He likely notices plants and wildlife the most. That being said, everything about New York City is probably very new to him, so for a while he’d be dazzled by all the hustle-and-bustle. Especially the concept of “the city that never sleeps,” the eternal Something Is Happening Someplace.

As for people around him, he likely notices their neutral expression the most, and can probably pick up on what their mood is quite easily. If someone else is happy, he’s likely going to be happy, too! Unfortunately, this sort of a skill is likely a defense mechanism-

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

this one was kinda tough lkjhgfd He’s a gentle dog with the prettiest unnervingly-bright-blue eyes around, and even when he hasn’t combed his mess of hair it manages to flop over his eyes in just the most adorable way. He handles everything with a certain level of delicacy that’s genuinely admirable. He’s always honest, even if it’d hurt him, fiercely loyal, and incredibly resourceful & hardy. He’s a little dumb but his heart’s in the right place, and he’s selfless to an almost dangerous degree. 

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

Adam is extremely good at taking care of other people and probably not very good at being taken-care-of lolol... He isn’t a terrible patient, just not the greatest one. He won’t be downright awful because he’s too sweet but he doesn’t like being fussed-over and feels guilty. Domino and Flint are both equally likely to take care of him when he’s sick, but Flint would probably be a little bit better at it by virtue of being More Adult than either of them lmao. Domino would Try, though!

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech?

He strikes me as the type to Gently Lean On Someone when he really trusts them. He’d be likely to hug Domino when they’re having a rough time. He’s the type to pay attention closely when he really cares about someone or something.

Flint is likely to just do nice stuff for both of his kids--he doesn’t seem to be the type to be good at being emotional via words, so he probably shows that he cares by just doing little nice things here and there. Domino is probably the same, though their main way of showing Adam they really do love and trust him is simply the fact they let him hug them lol. As for the other characters he interacts with ... I’m not sure! 

🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

He likes to play video games ! His favourite to relax is probably Minecraft. It’s chill and also Domino is terrible at it, so it’s really funny for him to watch them get lost and die a lot-

He does strike me as the type to maybe like a calming bath, though. Maybe he’d just chill in silence, or maybe he’s listen to some soft music. 

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

He’s a very empathetic doggo, but he has a tough time making it a two-way street. He doesn’t open up very easily, albeit less-obviously-so than Domino. He’s more likely to deflect others’ questions about his emotions and focus on the other person’s feelings more.

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

When he wakes up after a nightmare, he usually hugs a pillow, or Domino if they’re awake. He just doesn’t want to be all alone again. Domino is the most-comforting person to him, with Flint maybe being second-place--or tied with Joey. 

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of!

He loves video games, snack foods, gentle rainstorms, green hills and the outdoors in general, that light-in-the-chest happy feeling he gets when he’s Genuinely Praised, the smell of coffee in the early morning, waking up next to his family, road trips, peanut butter (though he has to be mindful of Flint’s allergies--), hugging Domino, the stars at night in a smog-free sky...

🌼 Who are this characters friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?

Adam’s only biological relative is his sibling Domino! The two were adopted by Flint Paper, who Adam sees as a father figure. He considers Joey (owned by @archielemon) his big sister, as Domino and Joey already sorta.. mutually adopted each other as siblings lolol. By extension he might also see Kathy, Joey’s girlfriend (also owned by @archielemon) as a big-sister-in-law (technically--they’re not married, but, yknow). He also sees Lotte (owned by @keenflapcowboytaco) as a younger sister. Adam doesn’t have many friends yet, but he admires Sam a fair amount. Max, however, scares the shit out of him. 

Adam doesn’t have any romantic interests at present, nor a canon sexuality, because his mother was so stifling he never got any sort of opportunity to figure himself out. He has no idea what he would want in a partner or if he would want one at all.

Questions for You!

💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

this is Another Really Hard question! I’d have to say ... my favourite fact is how he admires Sam but is scared of Max. Especially since Max just wants to be his friend kjhgfdsa. If Adam wants to talk to Sam he’s gotta brave talking to Max, too, poour guy--

☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!

asdfghjkl all of my OCs suffer too much at my hands, i am Sorry, My Children,

🌠 On a scale of 1 - 10 how Baby is your OC? BONUS when asking this question rate the OC yourself as see if the reply matches up!!

100000/10 he is Pupy and he cannot change this. He is More Pupy than Domino is

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

oh fuck LMAO there are. so many. hm. well. Even though it was better for Domino to leave, Adam really wishes they’d stuck around. If he had them there, maybe they could have left together, instead, and been stronger for it.

[snarky-badger]

Ultron prompt: reader gets into a friendly chat online and makes friends with them after a while, only to start noticing odd things start to happen: out of nowhere money deposits in their bank account, gifts showing up when they know they didn't order anything, etc, until late one night someone shows up unannounced in their living room

I spent two days on this anon! It’s longer than usual, I just couldn’t stop writing. Am open to even writing a sequel if you like this one enough and request one. I hope it’s to your liking!

Words/Sentences between [these] are chat conversations.

You groaned as you shuffled into your room, grimacing as you dumped your heavy backpack onto the floor with a thud. Noise from your roommates made you kick your door shut, shoulders slumping when the bickering faded to a dull mumble.

It had been a long day. You were in the middle of a twenty-four week long Auto Mechanics course. And that was just for cars and trucks. If you wanted to push further, you’d need another course to qualify to work on Big Rigs, and another for Construction Vehicles, like dump trucks and front loaders.

Your dream however, was racing cars. Any racing cars. Drag racing, Nascar, anything, hell, even big rig racing. And for that, you needed a lot of training. You’d have to work up from mere cars to more powerful engines.

You’d become enamored with mechanics when you’d been young and watching your father work on his old Plymouth Barracuda. He’d been able to take it apart, clean it, and put it back together, almost with his eyes closed. He’d taught you everything he’d known, of course, but that wasn’t enough. You needed a degree, and proper training.

Proper training that cost an arm a leg and half a liver. It was why you were sharing an old, run down, house with three others. Cheaper than Campus Apartments, though paying your way through University and covering rent still forced you to shop at a dollar store for food.

You were lucky in the fact that you had a part-time job at a mechanic downtown. The elderly man had been more than willing to take you on as an apprentice, and was always welcoming to your endless questions when you hadn’t quite understood something in class.

Added to the general stress of things was the fact that you were the only female in a class and occupation mostly dominated by men. The jeers and bullying and sexist comments from your fellow ‘students’ were murder on your psyche, self-esteem and general ability to not beat someone over the head with a wrench.

Judging that the fighting outside your door was about the cleanliness, or lack thereof, of the fridge, you grabbed up a change of clothes and booked it to the shower. It was a short one - ten minutes, timed. Everyone in the house was trying to save money, and that included taking short showers, living on more Ramen than was healthy, and keeping the temperature of the house low to save funds on power. Well, as much as all of you could, considering that all of you had laptops and were Netflix addicts.

It took almost five minutes to get the grime out from under your fingernails, but you were as clean as you could be by the end of the shower. You rushed back into your room, shivering from the cool water, and quickly donned some jogging pants and a tank top that had a Wonder Woman logo on it.

A chime from your phone drew your attention, and you idly checked the message, smiling a little when you saw who it was.

It had started completely by accident. You’d been in a chat, throwing ideas back and forth with a group of people about Nascar engines and how to increase performance when someone had popped in and noted that using a cleaner fuel or incorporating a catalytic converter would save on the disgustingly high emissions each car poured out per race.

Others had booed and tried to kick the person off, you’d been intrigued and opened a separate chat window to ‘pick their brain’ as it were.

What had started as a mere exchange of ideas had turned into a budding friendship.

Grinning, you opened your laptop and powered it on, idly pushing pieces of a half-built carburetor to the far corner of the desk before going to lift your heavy backpack and slamming it down onto the empty spot.

‘SmoothCriminal’ was already waiting on chat when you finally logged in. Over the months, he’d come to know your usual class hours. You wondered what he did, to have so much time to chat, but with the connectivity everyone had with phones and such, you shrugged it off.

You did a bit of ‘hunt and peck’, typing one-handed while opening your bag with the other. [Hey you. Just got home. You have excellent timing.]

[*chuckle* You did give me your hours at class and work.]

[*raspberry* Smart-ass.] You turned away from the laptop as you pulled out your books, including a new one that had cost you a whopping hundred-and-twenty bucks. It was murder on your tight budget.

[I try. How were classes?]

[Meh. Same old, same old. Kinda just more in depth stuff that Dad taught me. They dumped a new book on us too. Blew my monthly budget out of the water.]

[That bad?]

[Hundred twenty buckaroos. For something that will be obsolete in six months. I’ll probably end up using it as a door stop. Apparently the teacher had ‘forgotten’ to mention that we needed it.]

[Lovely. Which means what for you?]

[Dollar store Ramen for the next two weeks until I get my pay from apprenticing with that mechanic downtown.]

[That’s not food. That junk is mostly salt and cheap carbohydrates. You’ll get sick eating that garbage.]

You huffed. [Money’s tight. Like, painfully tight. I need to make rent, and pay my share of the power, internet and water bills. Next month I need to renew my bus pass, and, and, the property and school taxes for the house we’re renting is coming up - that’s like three-hundred bucks I need to come up with. I have like, zero wiggle room.]

[The way your country piles debt on students is deplorable. University is free in some countries overseas, did you know that? Completely free education.]

[Lucky them. I, meanwhile, need to win the lottery if I want to be able to pay the fee next semester.]

[….your parents can’t help?]

[Nah. They have enough problems.]

[*rolls eyes* They’re your parents. I’m sure they’d help if they knew you were in trouble.]

[Dude. No. They have enough trouble without me adding to it. Mom had to skip a month’s worth of her insulin meds so Dad could get his high blood pressure prescription filled.]

[That’s messed up. Ever think of changing countries?]

You shook your head. He had to be in Canada or someplace where things were covered, because he obviously didn’t know how life worked in the States. [Again. With what money?]

[…..I could help.]

[I appreciate the thought, but nah. It would feel too much like charity. Besides, I’d get mad if I found out you’d put yourself in financial trouble just to bail my ass out. A little more instant Ramen won’t kill me.]

[Bleh.]

A snicker left you. [Not your fave, hm?]

[It’s not healthy, so no.] A pause. [Damn. Something’s come up. Same time tomorrow?]

[Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Take care.]

[You too.]

A sigh left you as he logged off, and you leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms up above your head. It was for the best. You needed food and you had some serious studying to do.

The next few days progressed as they usually did. A whirl of school, work, studying and a general lack of sleep and actual food. Chatting with ‘SmoothCriminal’ was always the highlight of your days, and more than once he’d had to mother-hen you into going to bed when the chats stretched on into the night.

It was Monday when something odd happened.

“Yo!”

You rolled your eyes at your roommates holler and rose from your bed where you’d been studying to stick your head out your room door. You figured he was only yelling for you, because the other two people you shared the house with where away at class. “What?!”

“You got a package!”

“The fuck?” Scowling, you headed downstairs, blinking as David pushed a large box into your arms. “I didn’t order anything.”

“S’got your name. It’s from Hello Fresh.” When you blinked at him stupidly, he rolled his eyes at you. “Y’know, it’s that fresh food thing that delivers meal kits to people. Pre-portioned and all that jazz. You just cook it up.”

“Awah?” Stunned, certain it was a mistake, you carried the box to the kitchen, David following in your footsteps. After using a steak knife to cut through the tape you opened the box to discover a mass of greens, potatoes, and four portions of salmon. Enough to feed the entire house-full.

Taking advantage of your shock, David snagged an invoice from the top of the pile of food. “Says here you’ve been signed up for a years worth of meals. ‘Each package contains four portions’. Geez. You get yourself a Sugar Daddy or something?”

“Oh, shut it.” You snatched the paper out of his hands and scowled at it. “Does it say who paid the bill? A card number, anything? Maybe I can call– Dude! What are you doing?”

David rolled his eyes at you as he started pulling food out of the box. “I’m going to cook the free food we’ve been blessed with so we can eat?”

You glared at the ‘are you stupid’ tone in his voice. “This can’t be mine.”

“Invoice says it is. And that’s good enough for me.” Pans clattered as he dug through the cupboard for a frying pan.

Lost, you stared down at the invoice again, eyes scrutinizing every single line and work until. “’Smoothcriminal’?!”

David poked his head out of the lower cupboards. “Excuse me?”

“Sonofabitch!“ 

You left David in the kitchen and hurtled yourself up the stairs, stomping over to your laptop and logging on. Sure enough, he was online, waiting in the chatroom.

[What did you do?!]

[You got it already? My, I might have to send them a tip for fast delivery.]

[Asdfghjkl!]

[….You don’t like it?]

[No. Yes! I…. Shit. Why?]

[Because you shouldn’t have to go hungry just so you can afford your classes? Because you’re my friend and I worry about you?]

[…..] You stared at the screen for a moment. Debated whanging your skull off the desk. [Do I want to know how you figured out where I live?]

[Ah. That. I…. may have tracked your IP address and lightly hacked your service provider?]

[!!!!]

[Oh, come on. That stuff is child’s play. Their security is deplorable. A child could have gotten into their systems.]

Even through chat, you could almost feel how smug he was. [So you’re a hacker?]

[Only part time. Consider it a hobby of mine.] When you didn’t answer for a moment, he seemed to get worried. [Please don’t be mad. I just want to make sure you’re alright.]

[I’m…. irritated. This feels like charity. Or pity.]

[It’s neither. If a friend needed help, you would do your best to help them, right? This is exactly like that. I had some money to spare, and you needed help, so I got you something you desperately needed. I even made sure to get extra for your roommates too. Please don’t be mad. I just want to help.]

A sigh left you, your fingers hovering over the keys for a long moment before you answered. [Okay. Okay. Nothing else though. Comprende?]

[…..]

You groaned. [Fucksakes. What else did you do?]

[….check your bank account.]

[My bank?? You hacked the bank?!]

[No. I kept it perfectly legal. I just…. transferred some funds.]

You rushed to log into your online banking account, a wheeze leaving you at the amount in your checking account. [A MILLION DOLLARS?!!?!?!?]

[Enough for you and your parents to live comfortably.]

[ARE YOU INSANE?!!?]

[Not last I checked. Are you mad? You sound mad.]

You were hyperventilating. He knew where you lived, he knew your bank account. There had to be strings. What did he want from you in return? Blackmail maybe? You’d accept dirty money and he’d turn around and own you for the rest of your life? [I have to go.]

[What? No! Please? I didn’t—]

You logged out before he could type more, shutting your laptop with a cold shudder. Instantly picked up your phone and called the bank, gave your information, and tried to have the transfer of funds undone. Clenched your jaw when the customer service rep said it was irreversible, that the system wouldn’t let them do it.

Who the fuck had you been chatting with all this time?

Even the excellent meal David made out of the food that had been delivered didn’t quite quell the uneasiness in your stomach.

A week passed. You’d been afraid to go back on the chat. To be honest, you were still mentally freaking out. Your roommates had been thrilled at the free food, but you hadn’t dared mention that it might be from a crazy stalker you’d been chatting with for months. At least no one had died, so it hadn’t been poisoned.

That evening, it took a while for you to sleep. You drowsed off once or twice, but reading a book while lying on your back meant that every time you started to fall asleep, you’d smack yourself in the face with said tome.

After the third time, you learned your lesson and set the book aside, rolling over to snuggle into the blankets and pillows. It took a while, but finally, sheer exhaustion took hold and knocked you out.

Something woke you up late into the night. Some self-preservation bit of your brain screaming that something was terribly wrong. You fought against it for a bit, before cracking an eye open to assure your brain that nothing was amiss and that it was freaking out over nothing.

The sight of the red eyed giant towering over you made a scream rip it’s way out of your throat, a scream that was muffled as a massive hand shot out to cover your mouth.

“No, no, no. Shh. Please don’t scream.”

You stared up into glowing red eyes as panic gripped your heart in a vise, and you tried to scramble away, your back hitting the wall your bed was pushed up against.

Instinct had you kicking out, yelping when your foot hit hard metal, sending a shock of pain up from your toes to your thigh.

“Please don’t do that. You’ll only hurt yourself.”

The tone was male, calm and conversational, nonthreatening, but what the fuck was a metal monster doing in your bedroom?!

A long moment passed, where you merely stared up at the man/thing/what-the-hell, until he moved, reaching out to flick on the multiple strings of fairy lights that you used to illuminate your room.

Easily eight feet tall, built of out metal, curves and struts all intertwined in a nearly impossible feat of mechanical genius. Crimson optics calmly looked down at you as you took him in, your brain taking a painfully long moment for recognition to bloom.

Ultron. Holy shit.

You knew all about him from the debacle in Sokovia six months ago. His image had been plastered over every news source in the world. Everyone, even the Avengers, thought he’d been destroyed, but there he was, in your bedroom.

He must have seen the panic and terror on your face, because he gave you a worried look - something that should have been impossible with a metal face. But all those tiny pieces, like an intricate million piece jigsaw, allowed him such human expressions that it was startling.

“Shh. I won’t hurt you,” he murmured, his surprisingly rich voice, with just a tinge of metallic echo, filling the small room. “I’ll let you go, but don’t scream.”

You nodded a little, gulping in a breath when he removed his hand. Watched with wide eyes as he moved so he was kneeling next to your bed, lowering himself closer to your eye level. You moved as far away from him as possible, tucking your knees to your chest, back pressed flush against the wall.

When you refused to break the tense silence, Ultron made a sound like a sigh, a tired expression settling onto his features. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. You haven’t been on the chat in a week and I got worried.”

You blinked, multiple times, as your brain struggled to make sense of what had just come out of his mouth. When things finally clicked, you went ballistic.

“YOU'RE–?!” Your shriek got cut off by his hand gently clamping over your face again. Probably for the best - last thing you needed was for one of your roommates to find you screaming at Ultron in your bedroom.

The look Ultron gave you once you’d stopped cursing against his palm was all quiet amusement. “Done?”

Nodding, you waited until he’d removed his hand again before glaring at him. “‘SmoothCriminal’?? That’s what you chose as your username?!”

“Well, I thought ‘Mr Roboto’ would be too obvious,” he drawled with a smirk, his humour fading as he met your gaze. “You’ve been avoiding me.” It wasn’t a question.

You hesitated. “Can I be honest?”

“I’d very much prefer it if you were.”

“From my point of view, you were someone that I didn’t know. I mean, yeah, we’ve talked a lot on chat, but I don’t really know who you are. Fuck, you could have been some online predator trying to butter me up for something. And suddenly you know my address, my real name, my bank account, and you’re sending me things and money and…. Can you understand why that’s super creepy?”

His brows drew inwards in a frown, crimson eyes dimming a little. “That…. wasn’t my intention at all.”

“And even now that I know who you are…. You’re Ultron. Everyone on the planet knows what happened in Sokovia.”

A very human-sounding sigh left him at that. “Sokovia was a…. mistake. I was overwhelmed and….” He shook his head. “I’ve been keeping a low profile, obviously. Trying to help while saying hidden. Sending funds to the right organizations, distributing aid where it’s most needed, taking down crooked corporations. But it’s…. lonely. I don’t…. have anyone. Talking to you was a distraction at first, I honestly didn’t expect to become so…. attached. It’s selfish, I know, but I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”

The very real depression and loneliness in his voice both surprised and shocked you. This definitely wasn’t the killer, unfeeling, robot that had been plastered all over the news.

“It’s…. a bit of a shock,” you murmured lamely, wincing a little at the pained look he gave you. “I’m sorry.”

Ultron frowned down at your bedding for a moment before moving to get to his feet, towering over you again. When you realized he meant to leave, you shot a hand out and grabbed his nearest arm, meeting his gaze when he sent you a surprised look.

“You don’t have to leave.”

He glanced down to where your fingers were curled around his wrist before looking back to you. “I–”

You rolled your eyes at him, your usual attitude starting to reassert itself. He was Ultron, yeah, but you’d known him for months. You were still low-key annoyed that he’d lied to you for months, but you understood why. “Ultron, sit your ass down.”

The relieved look he gave you as he moved to sit next to your bed again spoke volumes. He’d been ready to leave and never contact you again, despite his admission of how lonely he was, just because he thought you were terrified of him.

Definitely not what the news stations had portrayed him as.

“I am sorry I deceived you,” Ultron said as he got comfortable on your floor. Even then, he was still tall enough to be at eye level with you. “But it’s not like I can let my real presence be known online. The Avengers are still keeping an eye out for me.”

“My friend the super-villain,” you mused wryly, the low chuckle that rumbled out of him helping to calm your frazzled nerves. “Am I your sidekick now or something?”

That made him laugh, eyes crinkling in mirth. “Only if you’re caught. Which I’ll make sure doesn’t happen, so don’t worry. The, um, last ‘update’ your laptop downloaded wasn’t from Microsoft.”

“Ultron!”

“I wanted to make sure you’d be safe,” he said adamantly. “It’s nothing invasive to your privacy, I promise. Just some rather powerful security updates to ensure that no one can track you through me or vice versa. It’s adaptive too - you won’t have any more problems with viruses or malware or any garbage like that.”

“Well, thank you.” A smile tugged at you lips. “It explains how come I was the only one who didn’t get infected by a virus when the professor’s email got hijacked by a porn site. Everyone else ended up with crashed computers. Blue screens of death and the whole shebang.”

“That’s appalling.”

“You have no idea. You can’t…. like, get infected, right?”

“By a computer virus?” He chuckled. “Hardly. Why? Been trolling porn sites before bed?”

“Ew. No!” You snatched up a pillow and whacked him with it. “Gross!”

Ultron rose an arm to defend himself, laughing. “What? I’ve been in the entire internet. You have no idea what’s in the depths of the web.”

“And I’d rather not know. Like, ever.” You gave him another whack for good measure before relenting. “I have enough trauma from hearing my roommates fucking, I don’t need to know the depths that people go to online.”

“Well, you can certainly afford a place of your own now,” he retorted, meeting your gaze with a quirked brow. “The money I sent you is yours. I have no use for it, I have more than I need anyway.”

“Do I want to know where it came from?”

“I have…. Well, I own numerous stocks under various names and companies, not to mention I’ve sold several patents and schematics for a good dozen or so prosthetic limbs that can be connected directly to the nervous system. And there was that time I got bored and cleaned out some poker sites.”

You rolled your eyes at that last bit. “Uh huh.”

“I get bored!” He huffed, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m an AI. I’m capable of running over ten thousand processes at the same time and….” He paused, sending you a wary glance. “The Avengers burned some of my code in Sokovia. I can’t wirelessly connect to the internet anymore. It’s like…”

Your voice was gentle. “Like losing a limb?”

“Almost, yes.” A heavy sigh left him, and he dropped his arms, staring down at his hands as he flexed them open and closed in his lap. “I’ve been unable to reverse the damage thus far. I can hard-line to any system I need to use, of course, but otherwise, I’m…. limited.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, daring to rest a hand on his shoulder. He seemed to relax at your touch, his left hand rising to cover yours.

There was a slight smile on his features when he rose his head to look at you again. “Thank you. Especially for not being afraid of me.”

“It was a shock, yeah. But, I recover fast,” you added with a smirk, smiling when he laughed softly.

“I’m relieved.” His fingers tightened around yours for a moment, gentle. “I want you to use that money. However you see fit. And I know you want to be a mechanic, but if you ever want to do something on the side…. I’d like it if you worked with me. Little things, like narrowing down what charities to give money to, or helping me dig into companies to see if they’re worth supporting.”

Your lips quirked, and you let him lift your hand from his shoulder, shivering a little when he lightly brushed his thumb against your palm. “We both know you don’t need me for that.”

“I’d need you for your opinion. I don’t…. always understand humanity.”

A chuckle left you. “Hell, Ultron. I’m human and I don’t understand humanity. Why not contact geniuses or philanthropists or–”

“Because they’d sooner shoot me as talk to me. They don’t know me like you do.”

“I’m a grease monkey,” you protested with a shake of your head.

“You’re my friend. I trust you more than anyone else on this planet,” Ultron said, and you couldn’t help but blush a bit. “Just think about it? There’s time.”

“Okay.”

“Good. Oh, one more surprise - I recently purchased a penthouse downtown.” He grinned when you gaped at him. Then reached into his chest and pulled a set of keys out of a hidden compartment. “It’s yours now. Well, I might visit from time to time. I promise to call first.”

You felt dizzy as he pressed the keys into your hand. “A penthouse? But…. people will see you!”

“I got in here without anyone seeing me, didn’t I?” he chuckled, raising his free hand and letting you see as some sort of field rippled around his fingers before his entire hand vanished. “The best stealth technology on the planet. It’s much easier to hide something my size than it is to hide a plane or, say, a flying SHIELD heli-carrier.”

“That is kinda awesome,” you admitted.

“I know,” he smirked, so smug that you almost wanted to hit him with a pillow again. His hand reappeared, and he flexed his wrist a bit before turning back to you. “It’s late and you have classes in the morning. I should go. Think about the penthouse and the offer I gave you, okay?”

You watched as he fluidly rose to his feet, towering over you again. Took one step towards the bedroom door, only to stop when you grabbed at his wrist again.

One metallic brow quirked upwards when he turned back to you, and you quickly hopped up to stand on your bed. Now almost at eye level with him, you moved in and threw your arms around him in a hug.

He froze, a soft, surprised, noise leaving him, before he returned the hug, his arms tight around you. You didn’t know if he could feel sensations, or if he merely appreciated the gesture, but he almost melted into you, a simulated sigh of stark relief leaving him as he held you.

“If you’d just explained all this to me, we could have avoided all this drama,” you muttered to him, hearing and feeling the chuckle that left him as his arms squeezed you again before he pulled away. “Same time on the chat tomorrow?”

The genuine look of warm affection he gave you made butterflies flutter in your stomach. “I wouldn’t miss if for the world,” Ultron promised, leaning in to brush his mouth against your forehead before he ducked out of your bedroom.

Your life had officially gotten interesting.

[nightglider124]

A Present for Ava <3

Omg, I am shit because this is three days late asdfghjkl i got busy and was trying to get this done for you gurl and finally, we’re here XD

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY RIDE OR DIE; BEST BESTIE A GAL COULD HAVE, @fireflyxrebel !!!!  Tis belated but at least I wished it on your actual bday lmao!

I hope you had an amazeballs birthday because if anyone deserves it; it is you, Ava. I hope you stuffed your face with cake and all the good stuff because if you can’t on your birthday, when can you??

You is my actual fave around these parts and so, I wrote you a little BBRae somethin-something which I hope you like. I am unused to writing them as a main so hopefully this is a oneshot where I’ve hopefully done them justice? I don’t know, I just pray you like it XD.

Sorry it took so long gurl but again, happy birthday and I hope it was kick-ass. Ily! <3 <3 <3

Snow

A bitter chill clung to the wisps of the wind in the night as darkness shrouded the city with the exception of a few blinking lights dotted amongst buildings, houses and skyscrapers. Jump was quietly winding down for yet another winter evening; not quite silent yet but slowly working its way towards the tranquility of midnight.

The tower was mostly unlit, save for a window or two on the higher levels. A dim glow washed over the walls of Ops, creating composure with a volume to match.

His mouth hung open, just a fraction as he trained his deep, forest green eyes on the TV screen before them. The man on screen dressed from head to toe in black garments followed behind the unsuspecting woman, slyly pulling a blade from inside his jacket, ready to strike at any given moment.

Gar tilted his head, attention on the predictable scene of the horror movie that they’d decided to throw on since there were none of the others around to squabble over what to watch.

There was a shift in movement from beside him and he briefly glanced over at his violet haired beauty, her dark eyes cast down at the novel in her hands. Gar quirked a small smile and his chest gave a thud, his heart skipping a beat like it always did when he looked at her; really looked at her and saw Raven for the enchantress she truly was.

Although, he’d likely get a smack for ever uttering something so cheesy but that didn’t stop him from thinking it to himself.

“You’re staring again...” She murmured, raising an eyebrow but not yet removing her focus from the words on the pages of her book.

Gar grinned, his fang poking out from beneath his lip. He nudged her shoulder and leaned in, dropping a kiss to her pale cheek.

Raven refused to let the blush that was threatening to spill onto her china like skin, from spreading like the wildfire it was. She already felt the heat rising but swallowed discreetly, stubbornly quelling the effect that grin had on her.

“I have a pretty sight to stare at.” He told her, waggling his eyebrows in her direction, “Can’t blame me; it’s technically your fault.”

She bit down on the inside of her cheek and really tried to maintain that air of nonchalance that she played so well but knew, deep down, her resolve was slipping.

Slowly, a small smirk appeared against her cupid bow lips, “Idiot.”

He blew a kiss at her, “You love it.”

Raven smiled, a happy gleam in her eyes as she shook her head at her boyfriend’s antics. Gar matched her expression and turned to nuzzle her neck, just enough to draw a deliciously startled gasp from her.

He pulled away, that look of achievement on his face which Raven offered a mock glare to. Gar’s high pitched chuckle met her ears and she shuddered, always questioning how he managed to give her feelings like these.

“This is an okay horror movie, y’know.” Gar commented, folding his arms over his chest as he resumed his watchful eye on the TV.

Raven nodded, finishing the sentence she was on before she closed the book with a soft thud and carefully placed it upon the coffee table. She sat back and instinctively leaned in towards Gar who immediately draped his arm over the back of the sofa, creating the perfect crevice to snuggle up into if she so wished but he never pushed. He gave the option and allowed her to make that choice.

Raven was still an enigma, even after knowing her for so long and even dating her for the past 3 years. However, he knew there was an abundance more than met the eye. Sometimes she craved affection and touch and attention; it was rarer but he couldn’t deny that he loved when she found herself needing that from him. Other times, she would stay distant with a few small smiles thrown his way but in that quiet way of hers that he still loved.

She rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes on the screen now too.

“Is it another typical slasher?” She asked in a monotone,

“No...”

“Oh?”

“Okay, it is but it’s really good!” He squeaked, turning to beam at her.

Raven playfully rolled her eyes but gave him a ghost of a smile before she shook her head. He was such a child sometimes; a happy little puppy, getting excited over the little things but she knew, in her heart of hearts, she wouldn’t trade him for anything.

“If you say so.” Raven mused,

“I do say so but...” He glanced at her, that pleading look that she was almost certain he had co conspired to create with Starfire. They both used it when they really wanted something, “We can still watch Elf after, right?”

She smirked, “I thought you were all for horror?”

“I am but... it’s only a week til Christmas and I wanna get all festive, Rae.” He explained,

One week until Christmas and for once, Gar was completely prepared. He’d bought all his gifts and even wrapped them with Starfire’s help of course; she loved this time of year and always took the responsibility of wrapping presents wherever she was given permission.

His girlfriend’s presents were inevitably what he set out to buy first. He’d bought her the regular stuff he knew she liked and enjoyed receiving; new novels, candles, herbal tea gift sets; all of those types of gifts, she asked for.

But, he’d managed to be sneaky this year and buy her something she wouldn’t be expecting. In recent years, she’d let her hair grow long, past her shoulders to the point she had it as long as Starfire’s had been back when they were merely teenagers.

So, in accordance, he had stumbled across a gothic boutique in central Jump which sold combs. Gar had found a matching pair of obsidian hair combs with small raven detailing on them. They had a slight shimmer to them but not enough where she would be put off; at least he hoped she wouldn’t be.

Upon seeing them, Gar knew he had to have them for her and he was praying that she loved them.

He had some confidence in his soul though; showing them to the surrogate sister of his heart proved comforting. She’d squealed and practically bounced on the spot.

Raven blinked at him but nodded, “We can watch it but if you try making me the spaghetti and maple syrup thing he makes in the movie again, I will burn the disc.”

He flashed that toothy grin of his, “I make no promises. He’s onto something with that recipe.”

She pulled a face of utter disgust, considering the first time he tried to do that which ended with Raven subsequently agreeing and gagging only seconds later. It tasted horrific and she was a terrible liar so she couldn’t even tell him it was good to spare his feelings.

Gar had merely chuckled and kissed her temple, already at the kettle, brewing a nice cup of steaming earl grey to rid her of the bad taste his concoction has left in her mouth.

Still, it was a funny memory to think back on.

Raven smiled quietly to herself as his eyes found the TV screen again, her hand resting just over his heart. She closed her eyes, letting the rhythmic thumping soothe her.

The changeling exhaled in content and leaned back against the couch cushions, enjoying the time being spent alone together. It was nice to live in a house with the team, even after all this time but sometimes, a night alone for just the two of them is all they really craved.

Cyborg and Bee had been down in the garage for a solid few hours, working on upgrades for the T-Car that Vic had insisted his baby needed if she was to survive missions throughout the harsh winter weather.

But, Gar had assumed the ‘working’ had stopped a while ago if the soft jazz music drifting up from the ground floor was anything to go by.

Dick and Starfire were in bed, having managed to get Mar’i down for her bedtime early for once. She was bursting with excitable energy so it made nightly routines difficult when all she wanted to do was float and play with her family and toys.

They’d claimed they were going to sleep but Gar could hazard a guess at what they were more likely doing within their bedroom. They didn’t get much time for themselves as a couple either now, with their little bundle of joy around.

A single moment of peace and quiet for them was utter bliss and Dick and Starfire tried hard to make the most of those moments so the shape shifter couldn’t really blame the parents if they were trying to connect in that way.

As the couple lounged together on the sofa in comfortable silence, a startling gasp from Gar roused Raven from her lethargic position against him. She bolted upright, snapping her head to him,

“What? What’s wrong?” She fretted, her eyes sweeping over him to check.

His face was not one of fear or of panic however; it was one of barely concealed glee.

“Rae! Look!” He hissed, jumping to his feet and scurrying over to the gigantic windows adorning the back wall of the main room. He pointed outside and she had to squint, not having a clue what he was babbling about.

“What?” She asked, pulling her cloak around her as she stood up.

“It’s snowing!” He breathed, his emerald eyes sparkling with exhilaration,

“So?” Raven shrugged,

“Like a lot! It’s gonna settle fast!”

“Again... so what?”

“Raaae!” He whined, rolling his eyes at her not connecting the dots with that beautiful brain of hers.

“What, Gar?”

“We have to go out in it!” He squeaked,

Raven’s eyes went wide and she flinched beneath her cloak, “What?! Are you insane? It’s 2am. We’ll catch our deaths.”

He turned to look at her, smirking as he wriggled his eyebrows, “I’m sure you can heal us before it gets to that, babe.”

Raven blushed at the pet name, as she always tended to but she folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes, “Gar-”

“Please, Rae? Snow is my favorite and it’s never like this in the mornings! It’s all slushy or iced over and no fun.”

She watched him, that buzzing aura, similar to that of childlike wonder being the only energy she could currently feel. It washed over her; calmed her emotions and allowed her to be more relaxed in what he was suggesting.

Her silly boy was an oddity and a rarity.

Raven chewed her lip before she shook her head and sighed, “10 minutes on the roof and then we come back inside. Got it?”

“Definitely!” Gar vowed, snatching her hand and pulling her along for the ride as he bounded out of the main room in the direction of the stairs leading to the roof.

When they reached the top of the staircase, Gar threw open the metal door whilst Raven watched with dry amusement as his expression softened into one of pure awe.

As a particularly frozen gust of wind passed by them, Raven tugged her cloak around her body so tight; her fingers went a light shade of white. Garfield, on the other hand, hopped out onto the fresh, powdered snow that lay across the rooftop like a blanket, leaving a trail of sneaker imprints.

He turned around in a circle and stuck his tongue out, trying to taste the falling snowflakes. That boyish grin of his was plastered across his lips, looking extremely satisfied each time he heard the snow crunch beneath his own feet.

“Look at all the snow, Rae!” He chirped, crouching down to leave an indent of his hand print in the bed of snow.

“Mhm. It’s great. And cold. Can we go back inside now?” She asked, tonelessly,

Gar rolled his eyes at her before he jogged back to where she still stood in the doorway. He smirked and wriggled his fingers at her,

“C’mon… y’know you want to.”

She pulled a face, “I really don’t.”

“Please? Just for a while and then we’ll go inside. I promise.” He glanced at his wrist to mimic a watch, “You said 10 minutes, remember?”

“Gar, it’s freezing…” She muttered, kicking some snow away from the door.

“I can warm you up.” He replied in a smooth guy voice,

She gave him a look but couldn’t help the corners of her lips quirking upwards into a smile.

Gar beamed and gently tugged on her hand, “That’s my Rae.”

She sighed and followed him out onto the roof, glancing down at her boots that were already covered with snow.  Raven inwardly cursed at the things she did for this boy of hers; 2am and here she was, standing on the roof of the tower with him, just to play in the snow.

“Why are you so amazed by this, Gar?” She wondered aloud as she noticed him bent over and rolling up the body of a snowman, “You’ve seen snow plenty of times.”

“I know…” He chuckled, “And I always get this excited; just none of you ever see it. I know the guys would make fun if they did but… this time of year… I don’t know… acting like a kid and getting excited over the little things… it just seems right, y’know?”

Raven watched him, feeling the drop in his euphoria as he continued talking.

“I know it’s stupid but… well, none of us really had a normal childhood so I guess… I kinda try to make up for it now, like freaking out over snow… I know I probably don’t- Oof!” He was cut off as a snowball hit him on the shoulder, the snow splattering over the rest of his arm, the already melted thing dribbling down his skin.

He flinched, completely off guard and spun around to see his smirking empath, already holding another snowball encased in her magic. She raised an eyebrow, “Well, we now have 8 minutes. I suppose you better make the most of it.”

A slow, wide grin spread over his lips and he furrowed his eyebrows in determination, “Aw, you’re so going down, babe!”

“Uh huh. We’ll see.” She remarked, letting the snowball fly as he ducked to start building up his own artillery.

They continued the snow assault on one another, quiet laughter bubbling up into the night sky as they chased each other across the frosted roof. Raven didn’t even notice that they had been out there for 30 minutes rather than her stern 10 until Gar sniffled and sneezed several times in a row.

Pausing, she dropped her snowball to the ground and frowned at him with worry shining in her eyes. He snuffed and rubbed his nose as she stalked closer to him.

He offered her a smile and shrugged, “I’m good-”

“No you’re not.”

“Rae, I swear; I’m fine!” He squeaked, not wanting to end their fun in the snow; he loved so much when she allowed herself to be free and just enjoy herself, no matter how silly or kid like the activity was.

She allowed her hand to glow a periwinkle blue and pressed it to his chest, silencing him.

Raven clicked her tongue and her brows knitted together, “You’re getting sick.”

“Rae-“

“You should have grabbed a coat.”

He laughed as she grabbed his shoulders and turned him towards the door, “Raven-“

“C’mon… we’ve been out here way longer than 10 minutes anyway.” She told him,

Gar clicked his fingers, “Aww, I hoped you wouldn’t notice.” He mumbled, whilst Raven rolled her eyes at him and led him down the stairs, closing the roof door behind her.

The changeling continued to sniffle and scrub at his red tipped nose as they made their way back down into the main room. As they crossed the threshold, they froze at the sight of another person in the kitchen.

“What’re you guys doing?” Dick asked, his blue eyes narrowed at them in utter bewilderment,

He stood by the counter wearing a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt with a glass of water in hand.

“Uh…” Raven thought for an answer but came up empty so Gar saved them with the truth.

Taking her hand in his own, Gar grinned at their friend and leader, “It snowed, dude!”

Dick briefly glanced over at the windows, noticing the thick snowflakes falling and sticking to the glass before melting and rolling down the panes.

“Oh yeah… so it has…” He noted, “So, you were playing in the snow?”

Gar rubbed the back of his head, “Yeah!”

Dick chuckled and took a sip of water, shaking his head at their antics. Gar shuffled his feet and looked like he was about to brush it aside and make a joke out of himself.

Raven, however, was quicker to comment, “It’s... actually really fun.”

The dark haired vigilante raised an eyebrow at her whilst Gar looked incredulously at her; not believing she had actually said that.

“I thought you hated the snow, Raven.” Dick pointed out,

She shrugged and gazed at Gar, “It helps you to feel calm and carefree; like being a kid again.”

The shape shifter felt a warmth spread across his chest where his heart lay, his stomach fluttering and he was reminded of one of the many reasons he fell in love with Raven.

She liked to tease and make fun of him but when she knew it was something close to his heart or something that ran deeper, she made a point of supporting him, no matter how minor a thing it was.

“Hm... never really looked at it that way.” Dick replied, stifling a yawn,

Gar smiled and gently pressed his lips to Raven’s cheek, making her blush a faint pink.

“Actually, Dick... I was hoping that maybe tomorrow... I could take Mar’i out to play in the snow? Y’know since... she hasn’t really experienced it yet... I thought she might be all amazed over it.”

Dick paused and pulled his drink away from his lips, considering before he nodded and smiled softly at his friend, “Sure, Gar.” He paused and eyed the green jokester’s lack of outerwear, “Just... make sure she is warm. She’s too little to be going out there without a coat on.”

Gar chuckled sheepishly whilst Raven furrowed her eyebrows, “Too little? You know she’s temperature resilient like Star, right?”

“Obviously but I still don’t like chancing her getting cold.” Dick retorted, in his ‘dad’ voice,

Grinning, Gar pouted, “Aw, papa Dick so worried.”

Dick rolled his eyes and put his now empty glass back into the basin on the counter, “Obviously. She’s my daughter, after all.”

Raven quirked a tiny smile, “Mhm... we know.”

Their leader shook his head and passed them, kissing Raven’s forehead and high fiving Gar as he moved, “Night guys. See you in the morning.”

“Night, Dick.” The couple replied in unison,

Gar watched Raven out of the corner of his eye for a long moment before he gently took her hands in his,

“Thanks for that, Rae.” He murmured,

“Thanks for what?” She asked, her eyes flicking from his jade ones to his lips,

“Being onside with the child, carefree thing...”

She gifted him with one of her rare, serene and signature Raven smiles,

“Snow has never really been important to me... but if it’s important to you...” She trailed off, lifting her chin slightly more,

Gar smirked and leaned down, brushing his nose against hers before pressing his forehead to hers. Raven closed her eyes and exhaled calmly before her eyes snapped open again,

“If you sneeze on me right now-” She was cut off by Gar’s throaty chuckle,

“Guess you better kiss me before that happens then, huh?”

“Why-”

He wrinkled his nose, “Uh oh, I feel a tickle-”

Instantly, he was silenced as Raven pressed her lips to his, allowing them to mold perfectly with Gar’s. Heat sparked through them, shooting along nerve endings and electrifying the calmness between them.

His hands found her waist whilst her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingertips brushing against the line of Gar’s jaw and eliciting fire in the wake of where she touched.

Gar pulled back and sucked in a gasp, that flicker of excitement in his eyes. Raven smiled and leaned her forehead against his once again,

“I’m still cold.” She muttered,

“Oh-“

“So... why not follow through with that comment earlier about warming me up?” She breathed, her cheeks flushing red with her suggestion.

Gar blinked at her for a moment before he broke into a wide grin, “I can do that!” He squeaked, already taking her by the hand and leading her out of the main room.

As they moved, Gar realized that as much fun as the snow outside was, being inside with Raven was where he wanted to be. Always.