#immediately told them to not date (obviously)

[knataa]

NEVER thought I'd live to see the day Chuuya Nakahara and Nikacado Avocado fight for Dazai Osamu's love in tomodachi life AND for Dazai to choose NIKACADO AVOCADO over CHUUYA

yet here I am!!

[tackminyard]

show tempe gang crossover with the morris islanders would actually have been the best episode of bones ever. btw

[plethorawrites]

Oh, I really, really like your recent blurb! Jason having a secret girlfriend/family is my favorite trope, but it is so hard to find!

Would you write about silly instances where Jason spots his family in public and tries to shuffle and guide you away without you noticing?

Ahh! I feel that validated in both my love of Jason and my love of the secret relationship trope! (This might not be exactly what you were looking for, but I hope you like it anyway!)

The first time it happened was a few weeks into your relationship, back When the two of you would meet for breakfast or brunch at the little cafe, a few blocks away from where you worked.

Jason Todd would always show up, yawning and exhausted from how tired he always was since he hadn't told you about his night job yet. But he was still on time, excited to see you even if he would go straight home and nap immediately afterwards.

The two of you would always spend more time talking getting to know one another than actually looking over the menu and ordering something to eat, but neither of you minded.

Then, one day, while he was looking away from you to hide the smile you had caused, he caught sight of Tim waiting in line to order a coffee.

Without really thinking about it, he grabbed both of your menus, propping them up and leaning over the table, trying to hide both your faces.

You frowned in confusion but leaned in too, until your faces were close together. "What are you doing?" You whispered.

"Nothing," he lied poorly, being his head over the top of a menu to see if his brother was still there and darting his head back down when Tim walked past the table. He let out a breath of relief, staring at you. "You look really pretty this close."

With an amused eye roll you leaned back in your chair, folding your arms and waiting for a better explanation. "You just wanted to talk really close for a moment?"

"Okay, fine," he sighed heavily. "I wanted to look at your freckles, alright? They're adorable. The ones on your nose are really cute."

It wasn't a lie, technically. He did love them. And you actually believed him, he thought. Or if you didn't, you didn't push the topic.

The next time you accidentally ran into somebody was at the mall, when you had dragged Jason along to help you look for a dress for a mystery date night he said nothing about, except for the fact that you had to wear something nice.

It was just his luck that you had picked the same store Stephanie happened to be shopping in as well. In most circumstances, she might not even notice him when they crossed paths in public, but in a woman's clothing store which was relatively empty, there was no way she wouldn't see him when she turned around.

Without warning, he tugged you away from rack you were looking at, pulling you into a cramped dressing room, locking it behind you.

"Wha-" You stared at him like he had lost his mind. "Why are we the dressing room?"

"How do women try stuff on when they can't turn around?" He countered, ignoring your question and planting his hand on the wall by your head to try to give himself more room in the tight space.

"It's typically not made for two people," you explained "Especially not 6'2 men."

He grinned a bit. "Do you like my height?" He asked, enjoying the proximity a bit more than he would admit.

Yes. Obviously. Who wouldn't? He towered over you. His arms could wrap around your entire body without even straining to cover more skin. Plus, he could reach the top shelf so you didn't have to climb on a chair.

But it was still too early in the relationship to tell him that.

"That's besides the point," you muttered. " Why are we in the dressing room?" You repeated.

"I just...always wanted to see a woman's dressing room," he told you, frowning at his own lie.

"Seriously?" You questioned. "You could have at least picked the big one at the end. And you didn't even let me pick anything to try on."

"Right, well..I figured we could try a different store," Jason explained, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "Nothing here would do you justice."

You huffed, finding it slightly amusing how foolish he was acting. But frankly, it wasn't terribly bad to be stuck in a tight space with him. So, you waited a moment longer before unlocking the stall.

You still had to find a dress.

Things were peaceful for a bit, you and Jason seemed to be growing stronger in your relationship and things began to get a little bit more serious. Jason seemed to be growing stronger in your relationship and things began to get a little bit more intense.

He knew that eventually he'd have to tell his family about you, but the next time he saw one of his brothers in public, he couldn't help but shy away from the task of introducing you.

In his defense, Damian really wasn't the first sibling you would want to meet.

He'd taken you to a nature preserve, because you said you used to go all the time as a kid but stopped after getting older.

You were practically giddy, feeding the animals from your palm, scrunching your nose when their whiskers ticked you. Jason was enjoying it too, more so because of you than the animals.

But while he was mocking you for your squeals, he heard a familiar voice having a one sided conversation with a lemur.

He turned and there was Damian, having his biweekly visit to see the animals that Father wouldn't let him bring home.

Jason cursed internally, pulling you away from the animals, accidentally spilling the feed from your hand.

"Hey, I stillwanted to see the—"

"I'll bring you back, I promise," he said, cutting you off as he dragged you behind a tree.

You wiped off your hand on your jeans and tilted your head. "What is it?"

"I just think you've been giving the animals too much attention," Jason noted. "I feel left out."

"Oh, c'mon," you rolled your eyes.

"Really," he insisted. "You kissed a sloth and a goat but not me."

He pouted a bit and leaned back against the tree, still holding you arm, though loosening his grip before running his hand up and down your arm apologetically.

You sighed, glancing around briefly, not really taking notice of the small, angry child, yelling at some poor worker, before leaning up on your tip toes to kiss his lips very quickly. "Satisfied?"

He smiled softly. "No." He shook his head, pointing to the exit. "Can we leave?" He asked gently.

"Will you bring me back?"

Jason nodded immediately. "Whenever you want," he said.

You gave up and left with him.

Now, if you really thought about it, you could easily put two and two together, but really, the instances were so far apart that you didn't really question the strange behavior.

He had managed to be, for the most part, pretty subtle about pulling you away from his family whenever he encountered them, as few and far between as those moments were.

Like the time you were walking down the street while it was raining and he spotted Duke crossing the street towards your direction. Even though he knew you loved the rain and hated umbrellas, he still pulled his jacket off, covering your head.

"Jay, I told you, I'm fine," you assured him, trying to move it off of you.

"Yeah, but you'll catch a cold," he insisted, pulling even further over your head while blatantly stealing an umbrella from a small stand that was selling them.

He popped it open, covering his own face as you walked past Duke.

"I will not," you told him, finally tugging it off. You frowned, not feeling any rain on your skin. "Where the hell did the umbrella come from?"

"Uh- someone handed it to me," Jason muttered. "Nice man."

And even though he despised running into people he knew because it always put him on high alert, trying to figure out what to do or where to go to keep whoever they ran into from spotting them, sometimes, he actually rather enjoyed the chance to pull you away from the rest of the world.

For instance, when you insisted on going to a carnival, which he wasn't a big fan of at first, until you guys got there and he saw your eyes twinkling at all the lights.

Any thoughts of boredom were quickly drowned out by the sound of your screams on the scarier rides, when you'd reach for his hand. And he bought every single treat you so much as looked at— the funnel cakes, the fresh lemonade, the Carmel corn.

He was watching you pull fresh cotton candy from the stick it was spun around when out of the corner of his eye he caught his brother Dick, along with Wally walking across the fair grounds.

Jason was sure they wouldn't notice you with how far away they were, but he refused to take the chance. So, he interlocked your hands, tugging you into a nearby photo booth as you made a sound of confusion.

"Just thought we should grab a souvenir," he said, beating you to the punch before you could ask what he was doing.

"I'm still eating my cotton candy," You told him. "I should fix my hair too."

Jason got a devilish glint in his eye and ran his hand through your hair jostling it further as you screeched in disbelief. "I think it looks good like that," he admitted, staring at you now that it had a bit more volume.

You blew a loose strand from your face. "I can't believe you did that," you stated. "It's all disheveled."

He nodded, still thinking it looked beautiful. Sort of like how it was when you woke up next to him.

"C'mon," he urged, pulling you into his lap. "I like you this way." He threw a few quarters in the slot and before you knew it you had a strip of three pictures, none of which were appropriate to show to anyone.

A picture of him stealing your cotton candy, a picture of him nuzzling your neck while you scrunched your nose in the way that made his heart clench, and a picture of him tasting said cotton candy on your tongue.

So, maybe it was an over reaction to pull you away from the rest of his carnival when it was huge and chances were Dick never would have even seen you. But God, did he enjoy it.

Then, there were, of course, the far less subtle times which didn't end quite as well.

Like when you just so happened to be walking out of a movie at the same time Cassandra and Barbara were heading into one.

"I think the sequel might actually be better than the original," you told him, arms interlinked as you walked.

"Uh huh," he wasn't paying attention anymore after seeing his sister and Babs at the soda machine, filling up their drinks.

He couldn't exactly pull you into a different theater, especially since he didn't know which one they would be going into.

The next best option? Throwing the empty popcorn bucket over your head.

"Jay?!" You exclaimed.

"It's a discount thing," he muttered vaguely, grimacing at his own excuse. "Wear the bucket out and you get a free movie."

Okay, not the next best, probably. Maybe like...sixth best? Seventh at most.

He pulled you past them, keeping his hand on the top of the bucket to keep it in place while raising his hoodie and keeping on the 3D glasses from the movie until you were past them both.

Once you were, he pulled it off and you were...well, fuming. Rightfully so.

"What the hell was that?" You asked, a bit bitterly, not buying his excuse for a second. "I'm covered in popcorn butter.

He cleared his throat, kissing your greasy cheek and licking his lips tasting a salty popcorn and butter on your skin. "Tastes good, though," he mumbled.

You stormed out on him.

And then, when you chose to walk all the way back to your apartment in frustration, both with his actions and lies, he finally came clean.

"I just... don't want my family to mess anything up between us," he confessed, barely even looking at you.

Vulnerability wasn't his strongest asset, but he was trying. For you.

You washed your face off in the sink for the third time and still felt greasy. Even if you got it all off your face, you'd need a shower to get it out of your hair.

"Why couldn't you just tell me that?" You asked, still confused. It wasn't like you didn't already know who his family was.

"I just- I didn't want you to think I was hiding you," he muttered.

"Jason, you put a bowl of popcorn over my head so your sister wouldn't see me. That's hiding," you stated firmly.

"Yes but it's not hiding out of embarrassment!" He clarified. "My family can be a lot to handle and they might scare you off and they'd definitely mock me endlessly for being in love with you."

His eyes went wide. That...was an accident. He didn't mean to confess that.

You stared at him for a moment, blinking. "Did you just say what I think you did?"

"I uh- well that wasn't..." He cleared his throat. "Yeah," he finally agreed with a slight nod. "But you don't have to say it back or anything, I know I'm not the easiest person to love and it—"

You were already kissing him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He was caught off guard, but it didn't take him long before he kissed you back, his hands finding your waist and steadying you both.

"You're stupidly easy to love," you told him, resting your forehead on his.

(+Bonus)

It was a quiet Friday night when the two of you were at a nice restaurant, celebrating a year of being together. The food was good, the music was soft and nice, and Jason was practically a drooling mess over you, like usual.

So much so, he didn't even notice when his father walked into the restaurant with a date of his own.

You did, though. And in keeping with the spirit of what had apparently been a pretty large part of your relationship, even without you knowing it, you slid out of the booth quickly grabbing his hand and pulling him from his chair.

"Hey, wait a second!" He exclaimed as you rushed him out of the restaurant before he got to finish his dessert. "We still have to pay."

"We'll come back tomorrow and pay," you assured him, pushing open the door, into the cold evening.

"What the hell was that about?" Jason asked once you were outside and seemingly slowed down.

You pointed towards the window. "Your dad," you muttered.

He could see Bruce sitting at a table across from Selina, his eyes scanning a menu while occasionally looking up, probably to compliment her or something.

He huffed. "Add that restaurant to the list of places we can't go," he mumbled, shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you. "It got cold outside," he simply said when you frowned in confusion.

You pulled on the nice jacket that matched his suit. "Thanks," you said, wrapping your arm around his, tugging him away from the restaurant. "C'mon, I'll buy some more dessert."

He hummed, and pressed a kiss against your head. "Alright," he agreed, letting you lead him away from the restaurant and down the street.

[dokyumms]

seventeen's reaction to you overworking yourself (hyung line) !

pairings: hyung line x reader (find maknae ver. here)

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 1.6k

cw: light cursing, overworking, fatigue, fainting

a/n: i had to cut this in half since it was getting too long and i wanted to make sure i posted today! i have NO idea why i made seungcheol's so long lmao. hope you enjoy kings ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ also, i will be closing my requests so i can catch up on them over the weekend, i'll try to get them done by monday! thank you for all the support, it means so much to me ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

seungcheol - seungcheol is livid. you're still at your second part-time job when seungcheol calls you, "send me your location, y/n." you didn't tell seungcheol you had taken on a second job. you've never been comfortable with money, always having to work multiple jobs to stay afloat. that was until you met seungcheol, and since then he's always taken care of your expenses, even offering to pay for part of your tuition, and you decided it was enough. you didn't want for your (millionaire) boyfriend to think you were using him, so you told him you took on some evening classes.

today, you're covering someone else's shift. originally, you weren't going to, but after their promise of sending you a little extra money for it, you accepted.

"cheol, i told you i'm-"

"at class still? don't bullshit me, y/n. you didn't take on any new classes, you left your paper schedule on the counter."

your stomach drops. ah hell, you must be stupid. "y/n, what are you really doing?" he asks, almost pleading. there's absolutely no fighting it at that point, "i'm... at work. shift just ended, i'll send you my location." in defeat, you sit on a barstool at the restaurant and wait for seungcheol.

when he walks in, his eyes are immediately on you, walking over and grabbing your hand. "let's go," is all he says. the car ride is silent with tension; he only asks about it once you two are both home. "why? y/n there's no reason for you to be working another job. i'm right here; if you needed financial help, i could've helped you." he says gently, trying to maintain his frustration, but his brows are furrowed, exposing his true emotions.

"that's just the thing seungcheol, you're always here to help me. i don't want to use you because i can't support myself." you reason, but seungcheol obviously isn't buying it. "y/n, you're not using me, even if you did i wouldn't care. i don't want to watch you struggle when i know i can help." he takes your hand into his own. "don't do this to yourself, please. i love you too much to let this keep going." looks like you're quitting that job.

jeonghan - you and jeonghan are walking home from your date night. it's supposed to be romantic, you two walking hand in hand, but you're feeling the weight of the all nighters you've been pulling all week to finish your project, walking wobbily on the side walk.

"did you drink or something? you're walking a little funny babe." jeonghan teases before giving you a genuine look of concern. you try to laugh it off, "hah, maybe." but then your eyes start to droop ever so slowly. jeonghan notices, "have you been sleeping?" damn. did your concealer wear off or something? you're about to respond, but your legs give out and jeonghan catches you before everything goes dark.

you wake up on the couch, tucked in with a blanket with jeonghan caressing your forehead lovingly. "so i'm guessing the answer to my question is no," jeonghan murmurs, giggiling. "but seriously y/n- don't scare me like that," he adds. "i know i know, sorry-" you say, trying to sit up, but jeonghan interupts. "i don't think so, you need to rest baby," he gently pushes you back down before joining you on the couch. "we'll talk about this seriously later, let's just sleep for now." wrapping his arms around you, leaving you no choice but to comply.

joshua - joshua wants to trust you, knowing that you're fully capable of taking care of yourself, but he can't help but worry when he looks over at you. you've been sitting at your desk for hours now, trying to finish all your assignments before the end of the grading period.

he walks over, putting his hands on your shoulders and massaging them. "you've been working for a bit, love. how about a break?" he suggests. you turn around, giving him a small smile, "i really would shua, but i've got like 2 hours till this is due. just let me finish this and i'll take a break." he frowns, "you promise?" "i promise," he hums in response, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before retreating to whatever he was doing.

2 hours later, joshua is back at your desk, only to find you slumped over your papers. he sighs, shaking his head before taking a look at your laptop. "hm, looks like you made the deadline," he says softly, gently shaking you awake.

"you did it, love. i'm proud of you, but i don't want you doing this often- it makes me worried." he murmurs, "come on, you need to take your well deserved break in a more comfortable space," taking your hand and guiding you to your room.

jun - honestly he gets it, between his singing and acting career, he knows what it's like to always feel like you're on the clock. he still doesn't approve of this though.

you just got home from working over time, it's 11:35- you both should be asleep, but he's waiting for you on the couch. looking at you, his heart breaks, noticing the eyebags, the bad posture, the way you're barely holding onto your bag, all of it. he makes his way over to you.

"oh, y/n," you don't process what's happening, about 30 seconds from fall asleep as he holds you. taking your bag from your hand, he then ushers you toward the couch. he helps you take off your jacket and shoes.

"do you want something to eat? water?" he asks while laying you down. you shake your head, but he still hands you a waterbottle anyway. "i'm always scared when you're like this bǎo bèi," he comments softly. "please take care of yourself, but if you can't, i'll be here." he gives you a kiss before laying your head down, falling asleep almost immediately.

hoshi - hoshi is nothing short of assertive, literally showing up to your job. "soonyoung, what are you-" "do you know what time it is? i'm taking you home." he leaves no room for argument as he drags you out of your work place. you're going to need to explain this to your manager.

"i'm not letting you do this to yourself, y/n. it's late. why are you still trying to work at this hour?" he asks, frustrated. "soonyoung, you know why. i don't have a roommate anymore; i can't pay rent with one income." he sighs, "i know, but you just look so- i don't know- tired now. i can help y/n, just let me."

there's no talking your way out of this, you just let him drag you all the way back to your apartment while rambling about how bad working late could be for your health: what if someone kidnaps you on the way home? what if you faint while you're walking up the stairs because you're so tired? what if you're so sleepy you don't notice someone walking by and you run into them and fall into a storm drain?

wonwoo - he doesn't scold you, but he'll get all nerdy and tell you terrible facts about not taking care of yourself.

you're bent over your laptop, trying to finish a whole group project on your own since you got assigned terrible partners. he sits down besides you, whispering in your ear, "keep sitting like that, and you won't be able to walk properly at 40," you scoff, but adjust your posture anyway, you don't want to test this guy. smiling in victory, he kisses you before walking away, reminding you to take a break.

you don't listen to him though, getting carried away in your work. wonwoo comes back every so often to tell you that your brain will start eating itself because you haven't eaten, you'll get terrible wrinkles because you're dehydrated, all that stuff.

once you're finally done and in bed, he scolds you, of course. "i know you think i'm joking, but i'm not y/n. this isn't good for you, next time you do this, i'm forcing you to stop, okay?" he strokes your hair and gives you a kiss. "i love you a lot, so take good care of yourself, can't have you dying on me."

woozi - out of all the members, he's definitely the one who relates to you the most. he knows you'll drown out the sound of people telling you to take breaks, so he takes things into his own hands.

you're working at your desk when woozi turns your chair around and grabs your hand, dragging you to the couch. you try to argue, you really need to finish this so your group doesn't fall behind on the project, but he doesn't take no for an answer.

"shush y/n, just let me talk." he starts, "i know what it's like, i really do. you feel like everyone is depending on you, and maybe they are, but you don't have to do it all alone," when you try to dismiss him and get back to work, he's actually pinning you to the couch. in any other circumstance, you'd be turned the hell on... but he's serious about this. "listen, stop trying to shut me out y/n. i'm someone you can rely on, and i want you to. don't do this to yourself, i won't let you."

you nod in agreement. "good, now let's just stay here for a second," he lays on top of you, trapping you under him so there's nothing you can do but rest.

[taintedtort]

"Kyotani!"

your voice rings through the gym, stopping the conversation that Seijoh‘s team was having. said boy turns his head to look at you, a scowl pulling on his lips when you shouted his name like that in front of everyone. he can’t be too mad though, not when you’re waving so enthusiastically, obviously happy to see him.

he grumbles something under his breath before breaking apart from the group to walk over to you, ignoring the gazes of his nosey teammates. they’ve never seen you before, and he certainly hasn’t said anything about you. they’d definitely remember if the Mad Dog had mentioned someone, especially someone as attractive as you.

in reality, you two have been dating for a few months now, though you’re keeping it quiet. he doesn’t necessarily mind anyone knowing, he just hasn’t specifically told his team because he doesn’t want them teasing him about it.

when he reaches you, he grunts in greeting, and you smile as you extend his jacket he lent to you the other day.

"here, i washed it," you chirp, looking much too nice to be talking to someone like Kyotani. he shakes his head at your offer though, waving off the jacket.

"keep it, i never wear it anyway," he grumbles, keeping his voice low so his teammates don’t overhear. his words make you smile though, and you nod eagerly, holding the clothing to your chest.

he can hear his teammates whispering amongst themselves, trying to guess the relationship between the two of you and how you know him. it irks him, and he’s trying his best not to just drag you off somewhere a bit more private to talk to you. he knows that would only make them even more curious though, so he’s stuck standing a respectable distance away from you while listening to his teammates gossip.

"do you wanna walk home together?"

your voice brings his attention back to you, his ears drowning them out as he listens to your sweet request. practice is nearly over anyway, and he knows you were probably waiting for him in the first place, which makes his chest feel… funny.

he only nods in response, gesturing for you to wait outside so he can grab his stuff. there’s no way he’s letting his teammates near you, they’d only bombard you with stupid questions.

"okay! hurry up," you urge, smiling at him in a way that makes his earlier annoyance immediately melt away.

before you turn to leave, you tip toe and give him a quick peck on the cheek, one that has nearly his whole team gawking and gasping. it leaves him a bit surprised too, and he can feel his ears get warm from embarrassment. you look cheeky though, practically skipping out of the gym to wait outside for him like you didn’t just shell shock half the team.

as soon as you’re out of sight, an uproar follows as his teammates surround him, immediately asking questions and demanding details. he just rolls his eyes, huffing out short answers as he goes to gather his stuff.

…brat. ♡

sort of a start of my kyotani series, which will honestly just consist of random drabbles and whatever else i can think of.

[bcksbarnes]

shelter from the storm

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: an incident has left you scarred, rattled and some nights unable to sleep. your boyfriend, bucky, knows how to calm you down in those moments.

word count: 4K

there was a life before the incident and a life after it, and these days it was harder for you to remember the former. obviously this was something out of your control, something that neither of you ever saw coming, especially not bucky, but it did and you now had to suffer the consequences. 

it happened a few months ago, and whenever your mind seemed to wander back to that day you tried your best to focus on the moments leading up to it; the ones filled with smiles and two steady heartbeats. 

you and bucky had started that day how you started every normal sunday morning, a trip to your favorite bagel shop followed by a walk along the east river. with both of you being so busy, it allowed you some proper time to get caught up with each other. the two of you talked about your week, if anything serious was going on, or sometimes even something as mundane as remembering that you needed to add paper towels to the shopping list.

it was your ritual and your sacred time together.

neither of you could have anticipated what would happen next, and for some reason bucky had his guard down that day - and he’d never forgive himself for it.

he had gotten a call from steve in the middle of your walk, his hand was tightly clutched around yours, the tone in his voice shifting from calm to something a bit colder - more serious. bucky had obvious signs of when he was concerned, his brow would furrow and his jaw would lock up, the vein in the side of his neck becoming visible. he also didn’t look you in the eye when he was worried, it was as if he didn’t want you to see how bad things were, you could always tell when you looked into his eyes.

you remember him telling steve he’d ‘be there soon’ before he hung up. it had taken him a moment before he turned to face you again, your eyes locking immediately. something had shifted in the air in that moment, the feeling deep in your gut telling you that whatever was about to happen was different than all the other times. you felt the anxiety bubbling deep in your stomach, the words of apprehension sticking to the back of your throat. whatever was coming had arrived and that steve needed bucky immediately; he would confirm your suspicions a few moments later.

the city was being invaded by a group of underground hydra terrorists, steve had been tracking them for months but each lead had turned up cold. they were better at hiding themselves this time, they were ready to attack. which now called for bucky to spring into action, because that’s what heroes did. you knew what you were signing up for when you started dating bucky, though it never made it any easier.

hesitation radiated off of him, he didn’t want to leave you alone and he hated that this was all happening during your time together, but you assured him that he had to go. he told you to get yourself somewhere safe. he told you to go home. he pressed his lips to your forehead, and whispered a quick ‘i’ll see you soon’, a promise that he always kept. but before you could reach out to him and utter your own words back he was gone, swept away with the wind; gone as if there wasn’t a trace he had been there to begin with.

your gut always twisted into knots when there was a fight like this that required bucky.the weight of the world was on his shoulders while the impending unknown if he would come back safe was on yours. but, you decided instead of worrying about it to listen to bucky’s words, heading back into the direction where your apartment building was, knowing that you’d be safe once you got inside.

what would happen next was something neither you, nor bucky, ever planned on happening. this is where your memory gets hazy. you remember the feeling of being struck in the back of the head, the way that your blood all but felt like it suddenly ran cold and the loud ringing in your ears as you fell to the ground. then it was pitch black.

the moments after being struck always came back to you in bits and pieces. 

voices, distant and distorted, are what pulled out of the darkness on that day.

the warehouse that you were tied up in was cold, pieces of shattered glass scattered around the floor. there was a trickling of water droplets somewhere in the distance, if your head wasn’t killing you from the pain the sound would have drove you mad.

there were three men who watched over you, each carrying a bigger gun than the last. everything that bucky ever taught you about self defense and getting yourself out of a situation like this had seemed to disappear from your brain. in theory, you knew exactly what to do. in practice, you couldn’t remember anything, the adrenaline and fear of what was happening to you was overpowering. it also didn’t help that the blood that ran down your neck from where they struck you in the back of your head was making it hard to concentrate. you were losing blood pretty quickly still. the wound must have been deep.

you were just a civilian, but the hydra patch they wore on their arm told you all you needed to know. they were there to kill you, to make the winter soldier pay for his betrayal. 

the hardest part about these memories is how blurry some of them were, one moment you could remember every detail and the next it was just a haze. the only thing that seemed to stick was the fear that you felt. you knew you were going to die and that bucky had no idea that you needed help. 

in those final moments where one of the men held the chains that you were bound by and the other held the tip of the gun right to your temple, the only thought that was running through your head was that you were so sorry you couldn’t tell bucky you loved him one last time, that you couldn’t say goodbye. you knew you screamed for help, but the echo of the room was all that you remembered. your eyes closed, bracing yourself for the end of your life. bucky barnes’s face burned into your mind one last time.

BANG

and that’s usually where you woke up, in a cold sweat, your hands shaking and your stomach tied into knots - the feeling of bile rising in your throat. your eyes raked over the dark room, your hand on your chest as you panted. find three things in the room, you told yourself immediately. you frantically tried to remember your therapist's instructions, three things that were tangible and real in your everyday life to bring you back to reality. the lamp on the bedside table, that’s one. 

your eyes graze over bucky’s body next to you. he’s sleeping on his stomach, his arms wrapped around the pillow under his head as he sleeps peacefully. bucky’s pillow, that’s two.

but you desperately couldn’t think of a third because tonight the memories felt like they were pulling you underwater, crashing onto you so you could sink. 

it was moments like this that were overwhelming, your chest would tighten and the way your throat seemed to constrict at the thoughts made it almost impossible to catch your breath. so, you decided to get up from the bed. maybe you just needed a second to yourself.

you’re careful not to wake bucky as you swing your legs over, making sure that the bed didn’t make any noise as it moved under your weight. it was rare that he was able to sleep so peacefully, the guilt would have eaten you alive if you  woke him up.

tiptoeing your way out of the bedroom, you softly close the door behind you as you make your way into the living room of the apartment. this apartment was a space you loved with all your heart. you could still remember when bucky had mentioned that he wanted to live together, that he had never felt anything like this before, the pull of the love you shared was just too overwhelming to ignore. it scared you, and it terrified him, but together the two of you made the leap together. hand in hand. 

you two had made bucky’s apartment feel more like a shared space. when you had started the process of moving in together, he didn’t even have a proper bed yet, and now the space was not only cared for - but it looked lived in, like there was a happy couple occupying the space … well, because there was.

grabbing a blanket, you made your way out onto the balcony that overlooked the city. you didn’t realize you were still shaking until you went to drape it over your shoulders as you sat down on the wicker sofa, the dark cushions sinking slightly. the nightmares were less frequent, thanks to therapy, but when they came back it was always a toss up if the feeling was going to pass quickly or destroy you. tonight was the latter.

it was still very early in the morning, the sky was starting to lighten the dark midnight hues turning into cooler brighter tones, but it still had that feeling of nighttime; where it’s quiet and there’s a feeling in the air that the world is asleep.

the nightmare you had is still haunting you, even with the change of scenery. maybe you were lucky that you couldn’t remember what happened next, like your mind was trying to shield you from having to relive every part of it, but it still did nothing to ease your tension.

apparently, from what bucky told you, he and steve were tipped off that you were being held hostage. they were able to get to you before anything had happened. the sound of the gun going off was from the shot bucky took to disarm the man who was about three seconds from putting a bullet in your head. the panic that flooded your body mixed with the loss of blood from the head injury you sustained made you pass out almost immediately.

bucky said he thought you were dead, that he thought he was too late, until he felt your warm body and faint pulse. you woke up in a hospital the next morning where he explained everything to you. you still remember the tears in his eyes when you woke up. if you could recall correctly, you don’t think you’ve ever seen tears in his eyes. relief had flooded both of you in that moment. though the adjustment to life afterwards was not easy.

most days you couldn’t leave the apartment without checking over your shoulder. at first, bucky wouldn’t let you go out alone, even if you were meeting friends he made sure to drop you off and pick you up. it helped, it made you feel at ease, but one day he sat you down and told you that you had to start living your life again not in fear. it killed him to have to say it, he never wanted you to think that he would not protect or care for you, but he also knew that letting the demons win would just make things worse. he knew it all too well.

that’s partly why you hadn’t wanted to wake him before, you tried your best to handle this yourself because there was no one who would do it for you. but, as always, bucky seemed to know when you were struggling, when you needed that extra care.

the door to the balcony opened causing you to turn your head. bucky was standing there, his hair was splayed in all different directions and sleep clung deeply to the features on his face as he had obviously had just woken up.

“hey,” he says once his eyes land on you. his voice is raspy and deep, you can hear him clear it a bit before he speaks again. “you okay?”

bucky closed the door behind him before joining you. he had thrown a sweatshirt over his once bare chest, his boxers hanging a bit low as he sat down, his arm resting on the back of the couch. 

when you don’t respond right away he moves his hand down to your shoulder, the plush blanket soft against his palm, pulling you into his side, his hand rubbing up and down your arm soothingly. you weren’t so sure how he always knew, but you always took the comfort whenever possible.

“it’s been hard.” you say softly, your voice cracking a bit.

“i know.” he whispers in your ear, his lips pressed to the top of your forehead. 

it was difficult to not feel selfish in these moments. bucky had been through worse pain than you could ever imagine. having a life ripped away from him, and being tortured to do unspeakable things is not the same as what you went through, and it felt selfish in these moments that you were in pain, that you needed comforting. he never felt that way though, you had helped him so much over the years with his own nightmares, and his own moments that were filled with ptsd, the comfort he was bringing to you now was the least he could do.

“everytime i think i’ve moved past it, it paralyzes me.”

bucky hums in response, the ache in his chest growing with every second. how was he supposed to take away your pain? how was he supposed to make this right? the guilt that he wasn’t there to protect you until you were already hurt gnaws at him, and in moments like these the hatred he felt for himself, and the men that did this, bubbles so deep in his gut. 

you could feel your body tense up again, your hands shaking despite bucky’s comforting touch as the memories flash again once more; like you were spiraling into an emptiness you couldn’t get out of.

the sound of their boots approaching.

the feel of the cold metal of the gun as it was pressed against your temple.

the soul shattering sound of it being cocked.

“hey, hey.” bucky’s voice is hasty as he tries to snap you out of his, his metal hand moving under your chin to tilt your head up towards him. “look at me.”

you can feel your head move up but your gaze stays averted from his, there was this deep sense of distress and shame that flowed through you. your body felt like it was still moments away from death, while your mind reprimanded you for not fighting back, for giving up so easily.

“please,” bucky begs, his voice filled with a tinge of desperation. “i need you to look at me.”

how could you deny a request like that? your eyes shift over to him, you didn’t realize how close your faces were at first so you sit back a bit so you can properly look at him. his gaze was soft and his heart was beating out of his chest, as it so often did when you spared him a passing glance.

“there they are.” he breathes out, his eyes searching yours.

his thumb swipes against your skin softly, and you want to literally melt into a puddle. no one else would ever know this version of bucky barnes and, selfishly, you wanted to keep it that way. 

“buck, i can’t do it. i feel like i’m going insane sometimes.” you say, the tension in your voice seeping through. “most nights i don’t want to sleep because i don’t know if the nightmares will come, and when they do i feel like i’m being suffocated. it’s almost worth it to just stay awake and suffer through being tired.”

bucky’s heart sunk even further at the feelings you were describing, this was exactly what he went through. in the beginning, it was much worse as if even closing his eyes for a moment would cause everything to bubble to the surface. but, with all the therapy that he had to go through as part of the conditions of his pardon, it was better. not gone, but better. 

“this should have never happened to you,” he whispers, his metal hand sliding down your chin to hold the side of your neck, keeping his touch firm against you. he won’t admit out loud that this is all his fault, but it eats him alive to know he put you in harm's way. “i won’t let anything happen to you again. do you understand me?”

you so hopelessly wanted to believe what he’s saying, but bucky couldn’t be everywhere at once - as much as he wanted to be. his grasp on you tightens a bit, not in a way that would hurt you, in a way that signals how desperately he wants you to know how true his words are. 

“you can’t be everywhere –”

“do you understand me?” he cuts you off, his voice insistent. the look in his eyes was serious as he tried to get you to understand. “i will never let anyone hurt you again.”

you nod your head to answer him, your hands that were still trembling move to grasp his wrist, the metal of his arm is smooth to the touch. why was this nightmare so hard to fight off? why did you feel so empty and hollow inside except for the gut feeling of pure, unadulterated fear?

bucky watches you close your eyes, he scans over your face watching as your brows furrow and your nose crinkles. he knows you well enough that you can’t stop thinking about what happened, that your mind is working over time. he also knows that you’re about five seconds away from crying - he can anticipate all your movements, he knows your tells, he’s memorized every single one of them. 

you can feel the lump in the back of your throat start to form, and the way your face feels hot. your brain is screaming at you to not cry. but soon, the tears fall down your cheek, though they don’t travel any further before bucky swipes them away, the hand that’s on your back pulling you closer to him. you drape your legs next to you on the couch as you tuck your head under his chin, letting out a soft sob out into his chest, the fabric of his sweatshirt soft against your face. all of the thoughts, the fears, come flooding out of you in that moment, and as the sun begins to peak out, all you can do is let it all out.

“i’ve got you.” bucky whispers into your hair as he holds you, his hand rubbing your back softly. “you’re safe.”

the words were uttered over and over again, his voice is soft in your ear and you can feel him rock the both of you back and forth delicately, as if he’s trying to soothe you. he’s never been great at comforting people - actually, it took until the two of you started dating for him to be exposed to such emotions for the first time in probably decades. 

now, he knew your sweet spots, he knew that you liked to be held close so he always had a hand on you. he knew that during these moments when the flashbacks were heavy that you needed something to pull you back down to earth, which is why he whispered so softly to you. and he knew that sometimes it took you ten minutes and sometimes it took you all day to get out of the funk, but either way he’d be there for you.

bucky’s metal hand moved from your cheek to the nape of your neck, combing through the strands of hair that started there. though it wasn’t flesh, and the metal was often cold to the touch, there was a warmth to it that made your breath hitch - quieting your sobs for a second.

“shhhh…” bucky hushed you, his nose buried in the top of your head breathing in your scent.

his own eyes closed as he relished in the moment for a while, it might have pained him to see you so upset, but there was something about the intimate act of holding you that just felt so right to him. 

the images in your mind flash again, the phantom pain in the back of your head softly throbbing as you feel another sob force its way out. your hand that’s resting on bucky’s chest grabs a fistful of his sweatshirt, the fabric is tight within your grasp as the anger and hurt tumbles out of you.

bucky peppers kisses to the top of your head over and over again until you eventually calm down, feeling the way your shoulders sink and how your sobs turn into bated soft breaths. he mumbles your name softly, trying to get your attention again, and when you hum in response, he speaks.

“you need to get some sleep. you’re exhausted.”

he was right, so you pulled back to look at him, your eyes puffy and red, your lip still quivering. 

“i can’t.” you shake your head. you hate feeling this way, so … so … vulnerable. you weren’t fragile, but something about this attack had shaken you. maybe it was because you almost died, sure that probably was it, but maybe also because they were there to kill bucky, that they used both of you to hurt the other. 

the idea of going back to sleep again and reliving it once more was terrifying to think of right now.

“can we just … stay out here a little longer?” you ask, hoping that he didn’t push it. 

the look on his face was one that was not too thrilled with your question. he was navigating this chapter of life and that included learning to take care of someone he loved, and he was torn between wanting you to get rest so you felt better, and understanding that you knew what was best for yourself.

he swallows all the words he wants to say, because an argument would do nothing to cure you, and making this more difficult than it needs to be is the last thing on his mind. so, instead, he nods his head and leans back a bit more so you can lay your head down on his lap. your cheek pressed against his thigh. warm. tangible. the third thing needed to come back to reality, you think to yourself. how fitting it would be that you would find it now.

the world around you was just starting to wake up. in the distance alarm clocks would be blaring and people would be making their cups of coffee. the darkness of the morning was still barely there despite the sunrise, it was a haze that always seemed to stick around longer.

“i don’t know what i’d do without you.” you finally whisper to him, a thank you that needed no other explanation.

bucky’s hand stills for a fleeting moment, the words hitting him square in the chest, because it’s exactly the same thing he was thinking about you. he doesn’t respond, instead opting to lean down and press a kiss to your cheek. a few seconds passing before he peppers two more on your skin, your skin tingling from where his lips had just been. a tender moment in the midst of a night filled with palpable tension.

there on the balcony as bucky softly played with your hair, and the two of you sat in silence as the day settled, you could finally breathe again. you were safe and alive - and in bucky’s arms, you were loved.

[torasplanet]

❝𝘿𝘼𝘿’𝙎 𝙂𝙁.ᐟ❞

D. WAYNE + BRUCE’S GF!F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; damian doesn’t particularly like his dad’s girlfriend but soon, she ends up being his favorite family member.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; fluff, platonic obvi, age gap between reader and bruce (mid 20s and early 40s), rude damian lmao and skin tone not mentioned

It wasn’t necessarily a secret that Damian did not like you. You were Bruce’s girlfriend and that wasn’t something that would’ve made him not like you but instead it was the age gap that made him not like you. I mean you were in your twenties and his father was in his early forties, you can’t expect him to not see anything wrong with that. It didn’t really surprise you per se because although the others never hated you for it, they did tell Bruce it was weird for him to date you.

They would always make sure to tell you that they meant no offense to you and that you were a sweetheart but still said it was weird. So Damian not liking you for that reason was not surprising, especially considering the number of people that told you how uhm… let's say ‘stuck-up’ he was before you went to meet him for the first time. Of course, you were still bummed out but it wasn’t a surprise. You tried everything to get Damian to like you but nothing really made him budge.

He’d still make the same snarky remarks, rude comments and sometimes it’d make you a little upset but not all the time. “Dude chill.” “You don’t have to be rude damian…” “Don’t talk to her like that.” They’d all tell him even though you brushed it off and would tell them you didn’t mind. For someone who was just like Damian at first, Jason was very unhappy whenever damian would make his comments.

But maybe it was just because the two of you have never had a time to actually talk before, you thought. And you would prove to be right one late night at the manor.

Damian walked down the long stairs only in his pajamas with a yawn escaping his throat. He had been awoken to a rumbling stomach just begging for a midnight snack so he was going to fulfill that need but he did not expect to see you in the kitchen when he got there.

You sat at the long table very obviously crying your eyes out. Damian didn’t say anything and only stood at the other end of the table staring at you while you sniffled. He wondered why you seemed so upset, Bruce was home from patrol. He hadn’t said anything rude to you all day, actually, he’d barely seen you today. Maybe that was just because he had school but still.

Damian had no idea what was going on. He did not like being in the dark.

With the floorboard uncharacteristically creaking under his footstep, his presence was known to you. Your head snapped up immediately and he was able to see your red eyes more clearly. “Oh, hi…Is everything okay?” You asked, trying to go back to your cheerful mood, but he saw through your facade.

“Everything is alright. I suppose I should be asking you that question.” The younger wayne said walking closer to you and undeniably, it made you quite nervous. “I’m okay, just…uhm.” You muttered not able to come up with a lie quick enough which made Damian quite suspicious of you.

He eyed you up and down before making eye contact once again “Excuse me for asking this but, are you pregnant?” Damian asked out of pure curiosity. In his mind this was the only logical answer.

I mean you were crying in the kitchen at one in the morning and got extremely nervous when your boyfriend's son walked in. Not exactly pointing to pregnancy but the hints are there. “No!” You whisper-shouted out of embarrassment.

“Then why are you upset?” Damian asked now standing by your side and you knew you couldn’t lie to him. He was too smart for that. “I-I just had a hard day, it’s nothing.” Your response only earned blinks from the boy. “You stay home all day. What possible could be hard about that?”” He questioned and it made you feel a bit worse but you didn’t show it. Tim told you not to show weakness to the “demon child” and he was probably right about that.

You glanced side to side awkwardly as you tried to find your words. “Erm…Damian that’s not exactly true but okay. It was mainly about the other people I was around instead of the day itself.” You told him and Damian plopped down on the chair to your left now intrigued with this conversation. Or maybe he was listening to tire himself out you know…because of boredom.

“I was just out buying food for Jason because he’s sick and…he doesn’t exactly have edible things in his fridge.” Damian nodded at your sentence as he observed your expressions whilst you talked. “Graysons place has a better selection.” The boy muttered under his breath before urging you to continue your talking.

“And there were these women in the store talking about me like I wasn’t even in there…saying awful things about me not really loving bruce.” You admitted. It was weird to be confining your feelings in a twelve year old but Damian was hardly a child, he was probably smarter than you. So it wasn’t all that horrible.

You made eye contact with him for the first time in a while and Damian’s cold expression softened at how tears were brimming at your lash line all over again. You were really beat up about this. “I know I shouldn’t because people say it all the time but it’s not like that. If I was with Bruce for the money, I would’ve quit my job a long time ago. It doesn’t even pay that much anyway.” Damian didn’t even know you had a job.

He was rarely home with school and patrol but when he was, you were always there too so he just assumed you stayed at home all day. Damian didn’t really know much about you up until now. “But I really do love Bruce.” He hummed in response not knowing how else to reply.

You became aware of the situation and grew stiff and awkward. “Uhm sorry…I’m keeping you up.” Your words were mumbles as you stood from your chair prepared to leave the room and let Damian be alone. You were probably a bother to him.

Then you were stopped by his voice “Not yet.” You turned around and he was now standing by the fridge and pointed up at the cabinets that contained the breakfast items. “I need you to get cereal for me.” Damian requested and you smiled at him before obliging and grabbing his favorite cereal and handing it to him.

“Goodnight Damian.” Damian hummed in response as he watched you start to walk away “…Have a good night [Y/n].” He told you, making you grin. It wasn’t much but it meant a lot to you.

Little did you know, that was the start of it all. After that night, Damian stuck to you like a koala but not as if he was hugging you but everywhere you went, he was right next to you. Everyone (including you and Alfred) thought it was super weird. It was literally overnight that Damian started to take a liking to you.

You may have thought it was weird but you enjoyed it. It made you feel like you were truly part of the family. Damian only took a liking to you because he saw the real you, not the cheerful one that put on an act for cameras and paparazzi. You had feelings and he realized that he was hurting them for no reason.

I mean you weren’t like the others. You didn’t treat him like a child, you treated him just how he wanted to be. Not babied and not having his intelligence insulted because of his age, you treated him with the respect he deserved and saw his points of arguments like not needing school. He liked that and now that he had realized he was hurting you by saying the same things those women said, he felt bad. So he accepted you, a little too accepting for everyone else’s comfort.

You thought it was weird but you enjoyed it. It truly made you feel like part of the family because now everyone liked you. Damian seemed to like you a bit more than the others though mainly your presence.

“Oh hey, we’re about to watch a movie. Come sit.” Dick said, inviting Damian over as he reached the living room. A frown formed on his lips at the spot next to Bruce that was empty. You weren’t here.

His gaze traveled to his father “Where is [Y/n]?” Damian asked, tilting his head slightly. “In the room. She wanted to catch up on her reading.” Bruce said and without a word, Damian started to make his way back up the stairs and toward you and Bruce’s shared bedroom.

Opening the door, there you were sitting on the bed reading but your focus turned to him when you heard him approach the bed “It’s movie night.” Damian spoke before you even asked what he wanted “Oh I wanted to finish reading this book.” You replied carelessly but Damian did not like that answer.

“But I want you there…you protect me from Grayson’s popcorn when he gets excited.” Damian said, growing a bit flustered mid-sentence after noticing that he had just aired his feelings out. You looked at him as you sighed “I can still read my book, right?” You questioned and Damian nodded as he reached out to grab your wrist.

You allowed him after putting a bookmark in your book. Damian dragged you down stairs, book in hand and everything while you tried not to trip and fall. “You actually went and got her?” Jason asked as you and Damian sat side-by-side next to Bruce while Tim sat at your feet on the floor.

Jason wasn’t here often, honestly he only came here for Alfred and your cooking and to spend time with you. You were probably the only one he could actually stand for longer than five minutes. “You didn’t have to bother her.” Stephanie said from one of the armchairs but you waved your hands in defense of the boy who did not care whatsoever.

“I don’t mind.” “So mind your business Todd.” Jason scowled at Damian’s rude comment after your kind one that wasn’t even directed toward him but stayed quiet and just continued to watch the movie. You continued to read through your book with Damian sometimes leaning over to catch a glimpse at what you were reading.

Movies that Dick picked out didn’t particularly interest him that much. He could usually fish out the plot twists from miles away and it was the same with books but more often than not, books were more interesting.

Halfway through the movie, Damian got intrigued in a certain page he had read through “What book is this?” He asked, blinking up at you with his large green eyes and you thought they were so adorable but you didn’t say anything. “Gone girl, I think you’d like it actually. I found it in the library.” You whispered to him but somehow, with his dog-like hearing, Dick overheard the conversation.

“Oo! Gone girl? I love that movie, we should watch it next.” The oldest boy said and Cassandra and Tim were quick to shush him and he did so but not without rolling his eyes. “It’s a movie?” Damian whispered to you, who nodded. Bruce almost cooed at how cute the two of you were.

Damian considered sticking around for the rest of the night to watch this movie but when less than twenty minutes passed and popcorn went flying everywhere, he was questioning that idea. “Holy shit! Why would he do that!?” Dick shouted as everyone complained about the popcorn in their hair and on their clothes.

Damian, of course, had nothing on him because you shielded his body “How could you be so careless? You got popcorn all over her.” Damian said snarkily while crossing his arms against his chest. Dick rolled his eyes “Oh please, you just started liking her. I was the first to like her!” Dick shouted in defense, making you and Bruce sigh.

Somehow, always, movie nights ended up in arguments that almost always involved Dick. “Whatever! You still put this filth on her.” The young boy cursed while the others merely groaned in annoyance. “Uh, can you guys keep watching the movie? I’m still trying to read.” You said a bit quietly trying not to get in the middle of their argument.

It happened every time. You’d get in the middle and they’d start asking you questions which you’d have no answer to because you didn’t want it to look like you were playing favorites. “Oops. Sorry.” Dick apologized and Damian nodded in agreement. “I’ll be quiet too.” He muttered before beginning to watch the movie again.

You sighed in relief as you leaned against Bruce’s arm. He thought it was so cute how the two of you were finally getting along, it made him so happy. Until you started backing him up even more on stupid shit like the topic of school and patrol.

A few days after movie night, Bruce was getting ready to walk out of the door for work when he spotted you and Damian on the couch still in your pajamas watching Criminal Minds while eating toast. “Um, what are you two doing?” He asked, buttoning his suit as the two of you looked up at your boyfriend.

“We’re watching Criminal Minds father. It is quite an interesting show.” Damian said, shrugging. Initially, he had planned to just jump straight into training after you told him he could stay home but you asked him to watch at least one episode and that episode turned into almost half a season watched.

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before pointing at Damian “You need to be at school.” He then pointed at you, “And you need to be at work.” Bruce finished earning an irritated sigh from his son and a loud whine from his girlfriend.

“Damian doesn’t need school and the shop is closed for today.” You said sitting up while Damian continued to lay down while humming in agreement. “Okay well Damian still needs to be at school.” The older man said fairly tired with how Damian upright refused to go to school everyday and now you were helping him.

“No need. I think I’m well off on sex education, slope and how to understand The Lord of the Flies.” Damian said passive-aggressively which made you chuckle a bit but when Bruce gave you a slight glare, you shut your mouth and looked away.

Bruce sighed once more and you grabbed Damian by his shoulders and hugged him close to you. Damian still was not used to your affectionate side but he could live with being hugged by you now. “Please! Brucie, I’ll make sure he doesn’t train too much and Criminal Minds could help him on his patrol and stuff!” You shouted and Damian nodded in agreement as usual despite not exactly agreeing with you.

There wasn’t anything on Criminal Minds that he hadn’t already learned except for maybe the occasional Spencer Reid comment but it’d make his case of staying home better. “Okay fine.” He said putting his hand on the doorknob but then he looked back at you and pointed “I’ll deal with you later.” You looked away awkwardly feeling a bit embarrassed but wished him a goodbye as he left the Manor.

Damian scoffed and continued to eat his cereal “He’s annoying.” He muttered and you looked at him with a shocked face but he only looked confused. “Hm? You say that all the time. I remember when you said that about Kent.” Damian responded and now it was your turn to look confused with a small laugh.

“Which one?” You asked and Damian hummed “You said it to his face.” Yet again you seemed confused and Damian smiled. He loved how mean you could be sometimes “Clark.” Damian responded plainly. You laughed, making him chuckle a bit.

It seemed that life was a bit more pleasant for him because of his and your alliance. He can’t wait for when you start tagging in his arguments with Dick and Todd while you were just happy that your boyfriend’s son finally likes you!

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[lunajay33]

Too Young

Summary: Pre Apocalypse, you’re Daryl’s secret girlfriend and you find you’re self in a predicament at a young age

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

•Masterlist•

Looking down at the positive pregnancy test my heart is racing, how could this have happened we were always so careful the few times we were together, no body knew of our relationship, too scared of what his brother and father would do, and what my family would think as they thought the Dixons were scum

Daryl always treated me like a angel from the moment we met on our first day of school and over time we grew closer than just friends and now here I am pregnant

What will he think? Will it be too much and he’ll leave? Should I just rip the bandaid off and just tell him to get it over with before my anxiety runs rampant? Yes I think that’s best

We already had a date to met at our usual spot at the dock along the lake, I get in some shorts and one of his hoodies and make my way, the pregnancy test in my pocket, feeling like a brick

As I get closer I see him stood at the end waiting for me, as he hears me approaching he turns and his face brightens immediately and it kills me this might be the reason everything will change between us, I feel my lip wobble and I wrap my arms around his waist feeling him hold me close

“Angel what’s wrong, ya okay?” I shake my head pulling back looking up at him

“I……I don’t wanna tell you, promise you won’t leave me D” he looks panicked now never seeing me like this before

“Ya know I wouldn’” he brushes my hair back and I can’t help but lean into his touch

“I thought we were careful but……I’m pregnant” he goes completely still and just stares at me

“Please say something” I suck in a sharp breath feeling faint as my knees shake

“It’ll be okay” he whispers pulling me back in, we sit in silence on the dock for an hour as he just holds me

•

“Should we tell people? Nobody even knows we are together” I say quietly still scared of I talk too much he’ll run away

“Why don’t we run away”

“We can’t Daryl, we have family and no money and I’m scared, my family will be mad at first but they’ll still help us”

“Will they after they know yer carrying a Dixon?” He lifts an eyebrows knowing how my family isn’t fond of his

I sigh placing my hand where a bump will soon be

“I don’t want you to resent me when we get older and you feel stuck to me and the baby, I don’t wanna become our parents”

“Ya never could get rid of me, we’ve been eachothers from the moment we met and this baby ain’t changin that”

“We can figure this out right?”

“It’ll be fine Angel, I love ya”

“I love you too Daryl”

•

It’s been 3 months and we still haven’t told anyone too scared of what could happen but he’s been extra sweet to me, bringing me wild flowers when we meet, extra touchy always wanting to hold my hand or just be able to have his hand somewhere on me like he was protecting me incase anything happens

I woke up this morning looking in the mirror and I’ve finally popped my bump was showing through my shirt a little more obviously a baby and not just fat

I pulled on Daryl’s hoodie again because it’s my favorite thing to wear like I always had him there with me, covering my bump as best I could I walk out into the living room and my parents and brother are sat on the couch quietly

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know why don’t you tell us?” My dad says shooting daggers at me

“I…..what?”

“Merle Dixon had a lil chat with me and told me you’ve been messing around with his brother, that right?” My brother asks and I feel like my world is starting to crumble

“I wanted to tell you guys but you’ve made it pretty clear how you feel about them, but Daryl’s nice to me he cares about me”

“Don’t be so stupid sweetie he’s only using you” my mom says condescendingly

“He’s not like Merle or his father, he’s kind you know I wouldn’t be with someone like Merle” they all laugh in my face and I can’t take it, I run to my room packing a bag and leaving running out the front door before they could stop me and going straight to Daryl’s

I get to the trailer house and knock anxiously playing with my fingers

“And what’s a fine piece of ass like ya doin here” merle answers making me scoff

“Where’s Daryl” he opens the door wider and lets me in, I make my way to his room thankful his dad isn’t here, seeing him laid on his bed, I close the door behind me and slump down next to him

“Hey sunshine what’s goin on?”

“Merle told my brother that we’re together, my parents know I can’t be there anymore” he runs his hand up and down my arm calming me

“Dumb ass, imma kill him”

“What’re we gonna do?”

“I have an aunt down south, she’ll take us for a bit she’s a nice woman”

“Are you sure” he nods packing a bag and taking my hand leading me out to his truck

“We’ll be okay, I promise”

[gf2bellamy]

this may sound crazy but i’ve always wondered what spencer would wear to bed cause obviously he wouldn’t wear a vest and tie but that’s all i ever imagine him in.. all i think of are dinosaur socks or something equally as cute but idk if he’d wear socks to bed cause i dont

- 🐚

pajamas — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader ( no use of y/n content warnings: nothing a/n: this is a little drabble <3 also i kinda giggled and kicked my legs writing this

Spencer was staying over. For the first time.

You wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t nerve-wracking. Because it absolutely was.

Not in a bad way, of course. In fact, it was the kind of nervousness that came with excitement, with anticipation—the kind that left butterflies in your stomach and had you overthinking every little thing. Would he find your bed too soft? Would he secretly hate your choice of candles? What if he suddenly decided that staying over was a mistake?

But despite the anxious energy buzzing in your veins, you were still happy.

Dinner had been perfect. Spencer had taken you to a fancy little restaurant. He had planned the date down to the last detail—he always did.

And now, the two of you were back at your place.

You were in the bathroom brushing your teeth, trying to shake the last remnants of nervousness. You had told yourself over and over that this was normal—just another step forward in your relationship. Still, your heart thumped a little harder as you rinsed your mouth, wiped your face, and finally stepped back into your bedroom.

And that was when you saw it.

Spencer.

In pajamas.

It wasn’t that you had never imagined Spencer in pajamas before—it was just that you had never imagined these pajamas.

You stopped in your tracks, blinking at the sight before you. Spencer had just finished folding his neatly pressed date clothes, placing them carefully on the chair beside your dresser. His back was still turned when you let out an involuntary laugh.

He immediately turned, eyebrows raised in confusion. “What?”

You grinned, eyes sweeping over him from head to toe. It wasn’t just the fact that he was wearing pajamas—it was what he was wearing.

“Yoda?” was all you managed to say before another chuckle bubbled up.

Spencer’s ears turned red almost instantly. He tugged at the hem of his oversized pajama shirt, which was a faded gray with a large, cartoonish image of Yoda on the front, accompanied by the words: Sleep, you must.

“What?” he repeated, feigning nonchalance. “I like Star Wars.”

“I know you do,” you teased, stepping closer.

Spencer opened his arms, already anticipating you slipping into them, but before you could, your gaze dropped to his feet. That was when you saw them—his socks.

Your smile widened.

“Dinosaurs?” you asked, barely holding back your laughter.

Spencer sighed, his blush deepening. “You’re having way too much fun with this.”

“Aww, look—this one’s a T-Rex!” you pointed at his red sock, still giggling.

Spencer groaned. “Yes, I’m aware.”

“And this one is a…?” You squinted at his other sock, trying to decipher the long-necked green creature adorning the fabric.

“Brontosaurus,” Spencer mumbled.

You were about to make another comment, but before you could, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. His chin rested on the top of your head, his voice muffled in your hair.

“Stop making fun of my pajamas.”

“No,” you said, grinning as you tilted your head up, pressing your chin against his chest.

Spencer looked down at you, exasperated but undeniably amused.

“I’ve just never seen you wear anything like this,” you murmured. “It’s… cute.”

Spencer sighed dramatically, but there was a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he held you closer.

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up,” he muttered, though his voice lacked any real annoyance.

You grinned, tilting your head up to look at him. “Oh, I will. This is a historic moment. Dr. Spencer Reid in Star Wars pajamas. I should take a picture—”

Before you could finish, Spencer groaned and buried his face against your shoulder. “Absolutely not.”

You chuckled, running your fingers through the soft curls at the nape of his neck. “Fine. I’ll spare you… for now.”

He huffed, but you could feel the smile against your skin.

After a moment, Spencer lifted his head, his hazel eyes scanning your face with something softer. “You’re really okay with this?”

You frowned, confused. “With what?”

He gestured vaguely between the two of you. “Me. Staying over. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable in your own space.”

Your expression softened. “Spence,” you said, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I want you here.”

His shoulders relaxed at your words, tension easing from his frame. He leaned into your touch, his eyelashes fluttering briefly before he exhaled.

“I want to be here too,” he admitted, voice quiet.

You smiled, pressing a light kiss to his cheek before taking his hand. “Good. Now come on, Jedi. Let’s get some sleep.”

Spencer huffed a laugh but let you pull him toward the bed. “You’re never going to let this go, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

As the two of you climbed into bed, you felt his arm drape over your waist, as you laid your head on his chest already falling asleep.

Spencer stayed awake a little longer, just listening to the soft sound of your breathing.

And as he finally let himself relax, he decided—maybe wearing ridiculous pajamas wasn’t so bad after all.

[gojoest]

the one with the waiter — gojo satoru

— a lunch date gone wrong, or maybe not so…

established relationship (you’re married), gn! reader, fluff/crack, dealing with your husband’s shenanigans

a/n: i said i would be doing regular short stories with satoru to challenge my motivation to write so here’s the first one! the way i’ll be naming the titles is obviously inspired by the tv show friends :>

“satoru”, you glared at your husband from across the table after the waiter was done taking your orders.

“yes, my love”, satoru beamed at you.

“do you mind explaining what that was all about?”, you put in extra effort to keep your voice low while forcing a casual smile. you were in public after all — and compared to your husband, you were not one to make a scene in front of other people who were definitely not there to pay for a side of couple’s quarrel from the next table to go with their lunch.

“what do you mean?”, he asked, confusion written on his face, “are you mad because i ordered only desserts?”

“no”, you swiped your fingertips through your forehead and then put your hand back on the table. “you were really rude to the waiter”

“oh, that”, he made it sound like it was a distant memory he just remembered, “that’s because he was flirting with you. he should be grateful that i only asked for someone else to wait our table after he’s done taking our orders”, he clenched his fists. the vein on his forehead was more visible than ever and looked like it would pop any moment if he kept furrowing his brows any harder than he already was. what was there to be so mad about, you wondered.

“you told him to get lost…..”, you shook your head disapprovingly, “like, did i miss something there? when did he exactly flirt with me?”, you scoffed in disbelief, crossing your arms and leaning back against your chair.

“he was taking notes about you and he kept looking at you only with that idiotic lovesick smile on his idiotic face”, satoru said through gritted teeth, nervously shaking his leg under the table which inevitably, due to his long ass limbs, led to the table shaking too as his knee was bumping beneath the wooden surface.

all eyes in the restaurant were on you now, everyone turning around to see what was going on with the two of you — which was exactly what you were dreading.

you took a sip of your water to give yourself a few seconds to recollect your sanity and keep it under control while you try to calm your delusional husband down. “first of all, stop with the leg shaking, please — you’re bothering everyone”

he immediately ceased. pursed his lips and looked down at his lap, ready to be lectured like a child.

“the guy was not taking notes about me — he was writing down my order. that’s what waiters do, baby. they write stuff down so they don’t mess it up and serve you something else you didn’t order.”, you sighed.

“he didn’t do that with me though”, satoru uttered through a pout.

“that’s because there were three deserts on the menu and you ordered them all. that’s not very hard to remember”

“but he kept staring at you with that stupid smile. only i can look at you with a stupid lovesick smile…”

“he did not look at me with a lovesick smile, satoru. you were shooting him death glares, baby. the guy didn’t know what to do. he got all nervous and sweaty trying to avoid eye contact with you, so he kept staring at me….”, your voice grew softer as you went on and on until you ended your explanation with a light chuckle while leaning in and sliding your hand towards his side of the table only for his hand to quickly meet you midway and cup itself around yours.

“i just hope he won’t get in trouble because of what you did…”, you continued, genuinely concerned.

“well”, he looked at you, a mischievous grin sparkling in his eyes, “here’s the deal — if you lose the chair and come sit on my lap for the rest of our lunch, i’ll make sure he keeps his job”

“oh, you…”, a gasp left your mouth but you didn’t quite know what to say after that. at this point you were not really sure if this was simply an awkward accident or a perfectly scripted scenario by your dearly beloved husband aimed to make you sit on his lap in a restaurant full of people. either way, you had to close the deal.

[fevers-and-emeto-oh-my]

Throwing my hat in the ring here bc I've honestly weighed in on far more volatile discourse and i also feel like yammering about this.

Coming into 9-1-1, almost everyone I spoke to and everything I saw told me I would NOT like Tommy. He was rude, he was terrible to Buck, he called Buck "Evan," he walked out on a date, he made mean comments, etc.

I did take this with a grain of salt, because I rarely conform to fandom consensus on characters, pairings, plot lines, etc. (Destiel was my NOTP in SPN and I do not like Ada at all in RE, for example). I'm perfectly happy to have opinions that don't line up with everyone else's because I'm here to have fun for myself, not for anyone else. (Putting this under a cut because it got LONGGGG)

Then I get to 7x03 and see Tommy again for the first time since s2. and he is a BLAST. He's grown, he's not posturing or repressing himself. He oozes confidence off the bat and is INCREDIBLY fun (the MOUTH STATIC??? HELLO???). He has this dry wit that I fall in love with immediately ("well, unless you feel like swimming back, that's all we've got." "because we're flying into a hurricane. probably all gonna die anyway.") i am EXCITED. i am also reallyyyy confused, because THIS Tommy would have to do a complete 180 in personality or how he treats Buck for me to suddenly have the vitriol for him that's so common across the fandom.

7x04. I am smitten with how Tommy acts through the tour of Harbor--leaning reallyyyyyy close to Buck, the charming teasing lilt to his voice, his little smile. Eddie shows up and Eddie and Tommy become besties. I love this too--they would absolutely get along like a house on fire, and there's INSANE chemistry between Tommy and Eddie immediately. I don't personally like them taking a chopper to Vegas (my Eddie would never set foot in a helicopter willingly unless it was for someone he loved, like Bobby and Athena the episode prior) BUT they 110% fucked on that trip and I will not hear any arguments otherwise.

We're skipping over the buddie of it all bc this post is about Tommy. The kiss???? The fingers under Buck's chin???? (THANKS LOU) The SOFT look on his face the entire time???? I'm immediately sold. Bucktommy is immediately a new fave and I'm excited to see if I like Tommy more than or just as much as I liked Taylor.

7x05! The date. AKA instant desire to douse myself in bleach from second-hand embarrassment. I know this is where a lot of people soured on Tommy, but when I reached the end of the episode I honestly couldn't understand WHY it soured people so intensely and immediately. That date was a DISASTER for multiple reasons, but I don't think Tommy was WRONG for leaving. Buck was nervous the entire way through (implied by Tommy's line assuring him nobody was looking at them) and it's his first date with a guy, so who can blame him? His line about being an ally was uh. Yikes. But they had already eaten and were getting the check, so obviously dinner as a whole went pretty well considering the scene opens with them both content and joking around a little bit. Obviously Buck couldn't have foreseen Eddie showing up. And I don't BLAME Buck for losing his head and overcompensating--he's not even out to Eddie yet, not even sure what his sexuality means for him himself yet, it's totally in character for him to panic and stick his foot in his mouth.

I don't blame Buck, really, I have empathy for him. BUT I also don't blame Tommy. Tommy is comfortably out, we don't know what his last relationship was like, and no matter how much he UNDERSTANDS what Buck did, it still had to hurt to be there and basically be outright friendzoned in an effort to be hidden. I don't care how you spin it, the situation absolutely sucked for both of them. People get really really mad about the closet comment, and it's not a moment I particularly enjoy from Tommy, but I understand why he said it. That kind of dry poking is in character, and I truly don't think he MEANS to OUT Buck, I think he's just hurt and lashing out a little bit (which, for what it's worth, we have seen EVERY character lash out WORSE than that). If I was Tommy, I would have left after dinner instead of going to the movies too.

People get really mad about Tommy leaving Buck alone on the street. When I first heard that he did that and how MAD people were about it, I was picturing Tommy pulling over in the middle of nowhere somewhere and leaving Buck stranded. That would have also made ME mad, so it was what made sense to me as what had to have happened.

And then.....Tommy just.....got his own Uber? And left Buck on the well-lit, populated street literally in front of the doors to the restaurant? After being really honest with Buck that he likes him, but he's not sure Buck's ready to be out with a guy yet. People also didn't like that but I thought it was fair? It wasn't Tommy telling Buck Buck's feelings. It came across more to me as Tommy looking out for Buck and speaking from a place of experience as a gay man much further along into his own journey. He doesn't say it but from what he said about being under Gerrard and coming out when he went to Harbor, I'm sure TOMMY had his own growing pains just like that.

Honestly, I think a lot of the anger about leaving Buck on the street comes from the fanbase having a lot of women. If Buck was a woman and Tommy left him there, then yes, I would not trust Tommy as a love interest at all because it would mean he wasn't at all concerned for fem!Buck's safety. But if I take me being a woman out of how I look at it, it's not really an issue? Buck is a cis white male, he's broad, he's 6'2". It's not impossible for him to get attacked, of course, but it's significantly less likely, and he's standing on the sidewalk directly in front of the restaurant doors. Buck's also a perfectly capable adult; it was their first date. Tommy had truthfully no obligation to take care of Buck, and Buck has a phone and his own agency. He can get himself his own Uber.

At this point, I'm more intrigued than anything by fandom's gung-ho hatred of him, because Tommy hasn't done anything black-and-white undeniably egregious. I watch the rest of season 7 and I love him the whole time. He genuinely cares for Buck and while I had anticipated hating that he called Buck "Evan," I actually loved it. Lou gave it such an affectionate inflection that it's very endearing, and his use of "Evan" feels natural and sweet, not the forced-intimacy awkward that I was expecting considering that's how it felt with Ana calling Eddie "Edmundo."

I get to 7x09/7x10. People don't like the "enjoy it while it lasts" comment at the awards ceremony. I get to the dinner scene where they talk about fathers and the 118 as a family and Tommy says "god, I hope so" to the idea of Buck having daddy issues. Both of these things have been pointed out to me as horrible moments.

Neither line makes me hate Tommy. The daddy issues one I find exceptionally fun. At this point, and as I watch s8, I am more or less convinced that fandom hates Tommy for three different reasons: he's not Eddie, they don't understand his sense of humor, and they don't trust Buck to look out for himself.

I will be the first to say i ADORE buddie. AND bucktommy. And buddietommy is the FIRST OT3 that has INSANE chemistry and subtextual backing in canon. Every scene where the three of them are together, the three-way chemistry is off the charts and they fall naturally into what really feels like a poly dynamic, PARTICULARLY in Masks where they're two boyfriends tag-teaming teasing and taking care of their third boyfriend, Buck.

But like I said, I think fandom's hatred of Tommy comes from the fact that he's NOT Eddie. Buck is bi in canon, hooray! Except....they give him a boyfriend that's not Eddie, disappointing buddie shippers. Buck has romantic scenes with someone that's not Eddie. Buck kisses someone that's not Eddie. Etc. To me, people hate Tommy so much the exact same that they hate Taylor and Ana (every love interest tbh, but Taylor, Ana, and Tommy get the most hate and bashing), because none of them are EDDIE.

I also think the fandom doesn't understand Tommy's sense of humor or how he shows affection. It's fanon that Tommy is Italian. I totally adopt that headcanon, because in MY Italian-American family (AND on my Irish/Scottish/French-Canadian/Portuguese family on my mom's side) do you know how we show love? We break each other's balls. We tease the shit out of each other. I tell my dad he's so full of shit his eyes are brown. There's a written list on the inside of the cabinet of the words I have pronounced horrifically wrong. My dad's cousins have the SAME dry, deadpan delivery that Tommy does.

My friends and I ALSO have this kind of humor. It's ALSO how we show love to one another. I have never read a single line of Tommy's as being malicious or rude or as him not liking Buck, because to me it's CLEAR that he's joking and being affectionate. (And also, the fandom puts words in his mouth....Tommy did NOT call Buck gross in Masks. Buck SAID he knew Tommy THOUGHT he was gross, and Tommy DENIED that and tried to explain himself. Also Buck's line "my own boyfriend won't even kiss me" is followed immediately by Tommy saying "that's not true.")

The dinner scene after Bobby's heart attack made sense to me. Tommy gave Buck space to say how he felt (and i think the "your dad is alive" line came more from a place of Tommy NOT having a parental figure in a captain. I don't think that was meant to be dismissive, I think that was a misunderstanding) and honestly, if MY boyfriend made a joke about daddy issues during that conversation I would have loved it. Sometimes humor is the best medicine.

That also rolls into my last point--people don't trust Buck to look out for himself. The fandom loves Buck, for good reason, but they also baby him. Buck is a grown man. Yes, he has abandonment issues and PTSD. He probably has anxiety and he definitely has ADHD. But...none of those things mean he can't speak up when people do things he doesn't like? People get so annoyed with the daddy issues line and with Tommy telling Buck to put the screen away like it's dismissive or infantilizing.

First of all, I have (undiagnosed) ADHD. Sometimes having someone outright tell you "okay that's enough of that, go [do a task or transition to something else]" is HELPFUL. Tommy was literally sleeping on that stupid most-uncomfortable-looking couch just to be downstairs with Buck, he clearly cares about him. When you care about people, sometimes it means a little tough love. It wasn't infantilizing when MY irl friends would be like "you've had enough to drink" or "i'm making you dinner." Sometimes we ALL need some of that decision-making taken away from us. And also? Buck doesn't listen to Tommy. In the morning they talk about Buck staying up too late. It's not like Tommy got mad and took the laptop and FORCED Buck to bed.

Second of all, with the daddy issues joke. I love Buck. I do. He's one of my favorites. And yes, Buck can successfully hide SOME of what he feels. But that man is an open book 90% of the time. His heart is on both sleeves and his pants legs. If you say or do something he doesn't like, he's NOT shy about showing it (which we just had confirmed AGAIN in 8x09). If the daddy issues joke BOTHERED BUCK, his face would have fallen. He would have gone quiet. He would have left the table. Even if he didn't say it to Tommy in the moment, there would have been some indication that HE PERSONALLY had an issue with what was said. Instead he's giving Tommy a little smirk and intense heart eyes the whole time.

Not to mention, BUCK BRINGS UP DADDY ISSUES. He STARTS IT by saying "So maybe we both have daddy issues," while one of his eyebrows quirks and he gives this little almost shit-eating grin. If you're going to be MAD at the daddy issues joke, you should be mad at BUCK if you're gonna be mad at anyone, because he STARTED IT.

I won't get into how I feel about the breakup bc it's not relevant to this post really, but yea. I personally love Tommy, Bucktommy was Buck's strongest relationship imo (only a touch stronger than Bucktaylor), and my personal belief is that Tommy gets far more hatred than he deserves. (Talking about his growth from the Begins episodes is also a different post, but he grows DURING those episodes and also is clearly a better person from what we see in s7/8)

[plethorawrites]

How long does it take them to get engaged and married???

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Bruce: Long time to get engaged, long time to get married. He's traditional, to an extent. And wanted to do things right. He takes a respectable amount of time to court you, publicly. To make sure his kids approve. To make sure your family approves. Hell, to make sure you approve. And then, it takes forever to plan the wedding. It has to be elaborate, an event the entire city gathers for since it will be on every magazine and news channel. But once it is happening, it's perfect. Of course.

Jason: Long time to get engaged, quick to get married. He's hesitant to even start dating and doubts anyone would ever put up with him long enough to want to live together, let alone marry him. But things, somehow, manage to go well and even though your relationship moves at a much much slower pace than other couples, once he knows for sure he wants to get married, he wants it to happen without any waiting. It's an elopement, obviously. If anyone, he'd reluctantly have his brother's and dad there with Alfred to officiate. The man can do anything.

Tim: Quick to get engaged, long time to get married. He's always had good instincts and knows immediately when you trust his gut. It had never told him that he'd found someone to spend forever with, but when it did, he knew it wasn't lying. He trusted himself. And he trusted you, too. Enough to propose right before or shortly after one year. That said, you don't need to rush into anything and don't start planning the wedding for another two or three years.

Dick: Long time to get engaged, quick to get married. He has bad luck in love, always falling hard and fast in a way that never lasts. So this time, he waits. A while. For an impatient man who's always moving, that's tough. But he manages. And once he knows for sure that your relationship is stable, he wants to be married as soon as possible. A decently large wedding, too. So he can show you off properly.

Damian: Quick to get engaged, quick to get married. He's always upfront about what he wants so it's understandable that he knew immediately he wanted to marry you. You weren't just a suitable match, you were perfect. Challenged him, supported him, knew him in every way. He proposes within six months, even though his whole family said not to. And you, not to his surprise, accept. His family tells him to wait to get married but you don't. The wedding, while extravagant, is quickly planned within the next three months after that. Few thought it would last given the lack of actual time during the relationship. But somehow, it does.

[therealmylesmorales]

Dating Loser!Vi Headcannons

A lot of this was thought about with the homie @ficsonpost-its, kind of a way for us to cope with the ending of Arcane 🙃

And I never cared enough to follow the plot so this is a college!au where everyone is alive and (maybe) happy

Warnings: Vi herself is kind of a warning, masc4masc couple if it matters, maybe suggestive at some parts, some parts with Jayce are inspired by “the blind leading the blind” stuff one tictok

She met you through Ekko. You were his (adoptive, biological wtfever shut up) sister and safe to say, she was borderline obsessed with you. But, she didn’t know how to approach you at first. Her very obvious crush on you was noticed by both Ekko and Jinx so they took it upon themselves to help her out.

To get some extra money, she works at her dad’s bar, The Last Drop. She’s a bouncer and whenever she’s around, people tend to behave themselves. It was a normal night until Vi saw you chatting up a storm to Vander and she immediately started to panic. But it all seemed to go on well, seeing how the night ended with your number in her pocket.

Vi can count all of the friends she has on one hand, one of them being her sister. So safe to say, when she admitted that she somehow has a girlfriend, none of them believed her. Jayce even called her a liar until she pulled up pictures.

Vi was out one day when she bought you both matching boxers. She cherishes them like it’s her most prized possession, next to you and the brass knuckles Vander gave her.

“Vi, what are these?”

”Batman boxers!”

You couldn’t help but match her wide smile. “Why Batman?”

”Cause he’s a fucking goat.”

Vi will full on body slam or suplex you, carefully, on the nearest couch or bed whenever you seem to be minding your business. The first few times caught you by surprise but now, it’s almost a daily occurrence that you look forward to.

Vi’s fashion taste is something you admire; from the ripped jeans to the cropped muscle shirts that she cut herself, you have nothing but good things to say about her clothes. However, in the comfort of her own home, she never wears a shirt. It’s even rare to find her in her sports bra while she’s lounging around.

“It’s nine in the morning, why are your tits out?”

”Are you complaining?”

”Of course not. But Jayce is coming over so he might.”

You can hear her groaning the entire time but she’ll do it.

Speaking of Jayce, it’s never a good idea to leave them alone for too long or else something would happen. Separately, they’re geniuses but together…those brain cells are nonexistent.

“Vi, it’s been fourteen hours, where the hell were you?”

”Oh, I was getting that tattoo I told you about.”

”For fourteen hours?”

”Yeah, Jayce was with me and he thought it was a good idea to get it done in one sitting. He even got something!”

Needless to say, both you, Mel and Viktor always expect something to go wrong with those two. (Have we lost the art of a good poly-ship? Jayce has two hand so just kiss and shut up)

Do not EVER call her Violet, she’ll think you are upset with her and will probably tweak out and cry. The only acceptable names to call her are Vi, obviously, or ‘Pretty Girl.’ You were only a few months into your relationship when you called her that, she spent like 5 minutes in straight silence not really sure how to react; something you did notice was that her face was as red as her hair.

Vi will also lay her complete body weight on top of you when you lay down; it's one of her favorite ways of cuddling. (For my gamer!readers) Especially if you’re playing a game, you will wrap your arms around her with the controller laying on her back. The both of you will stay there for hours.

“Motherfucker.”

”Die again, cupcake?” She muttered into your chest.

“Radahn is ass.”

A little something extra for my black!readers that love Vi 🫶🏾

Say you can’t find your bonnet. You looked all up and down the apartment, pretty much flipping it over but it was still nowhere to be found. And seeing how it was your favorite, you were a little upset that it was gone. Until Vi came out of the bathroom, said bonnet on her head, giving you a small smile, completely unaware of what she was doing.

[lovebugism]

eddie x shy!reader , she asks him on a date by giving him tickets to a concert and he thinks its a joke til she walks away feeling rejected & he realizes she’s like dead serious & goes up to her

thanks for your request! i sorta broke my own heart with this one — the one where eddie rejects you and immediately regrets it (shy!reader, hurt/comfort, 2.6k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

Robin tells you that he’s nice. She says he won’t turn you down because he loves Mötley Crüe too much and he’s called you pretty too many times. Robin Buckley is many things — a dork, a polyglot, and your best friend, to name a few — but she’s never been a liar.

She wouldn’t lead you to the slaughter that way. She wouldn’t just let you get your heart broken. More than anything, though, she knows Eddie far better than you do — partly because she’s actually able to talk to him.

So despite your lingering worry, you swallow her words like a shot of vodka and maneuver helplessly through the bustling crowd of the Hawkins High lunchroom.

Eddie Munson sits alone at the Hellfire Club table — the smallest one in the very back corner by the large square window. 

Instead of eating a real meal (even though the hamburgers might be horse meat instead of cow), the boy eats crumbled-up pretzels from a worn ziplock bag. He pinches them into his mouth blindly because his chocolate syrup gaze is trained on the well-loved book folded in his left hand. 

J.R.R Tolkien’s, The Hobbit.

It makes you smile softly to yourself. You hope one day you’ll have the courage to tell him you’ve read that book so many times you could recite it in your sleep. You hope that day comes soon.

“Eddie?” you call softly to him when you reach his table. Your sweaty fingers fidget with the concert tickets you clutch between them.

He just thinks he hears his name at first. It’s barely audible over the sounds of muddled chatter in the cafeteria. He glances up from his book, not expecting anyone to be there, and gaping when he finds you standing in front of him. 

His cinnamon eyes go wide. The boy blinks owlishly at you once, then flits his eyes behind you like he’s expecting to see someone there. When he doesn’t, he blinks at you again. 

“Hi…” you waver with a trembling smile.

Eddie grins back, still obviously confused. “…Hi?”

“I, uh… I don’t know if you heard, but— well, obviously you heard, that’s… that’s stupid,” you laugh at yourself, shaking your head with your eyes squeezed shut. You’re already stumbling all over yourself, and you haven’t even managed a full sentence yet.

“Mötley Crüe is coming to Indianapolis in a few days, and a friend of mine was selling tickets, so I bought them. For us. Potentially. You know, if you wanted to… to go… With me.”

Your offer lingers and hangs in the air between the two of you.

A smile quirks at the right side of Eddie’s pink mouth. It isn’t a kind one, though. It looks more cynical than anything else.

His head juts back. He’s almost peering at you from the corner of his eye as though you were some suspicious thing he needed to analyze. A laugh sputters from his lips. “Did Buckley put you up to this? Is that what this is?”

Your faltering smile fades entirely. Your features crumble in disappointment.

This worse he could say is no, Robin had told you. 

You hadn’t prepared yourself for this.

“…What?” you wonder, voice fragile like a wilting flower petal.

Eddie chuckles to himself. He sets the book down to give you his full attention, though you’re not sure you want it anymore. “You know, I knew she was upset about me trying to set her up with Vickie and all, but this is a… whole new low.”

“Vickie…?” you murmur through a tightening throat, brows pinched in confusion. “I don’t understand—”

“Look, sweetheart… Tell Robin that this was a real funny joke, but I’m not interested, alright?”

Your chest aches with an empty feeling. You think your heart might be breaking. “J—Joke?”

“—Actually, tell her that this was very not metal of her, and that I will get my vengeance,” Eddie says with a sardonic laugh deeply rooted in his chest. His smile looks almost like he pities you as he shakes his head, eyes twinkling with pessimism. “I’m sorry she sent you to do her dirty work, but… You should probably go now. This is, you know, the Hellfire Club table and everything, so…”

You swallow thickly, then nod.

Eddie doesn’t want you here. Eddie doesn’t want you at all.

“I’m— I’m sorry if I…” The words get caught in your throat. You clear it and blink back burning tears. “I was just… I thought that maybe—”

“Eddie!” a boyish voice calls from across the cafeteria, only halfway drowned out through all the noise. A group of guys in Hellfire shirts walk towards the table.

You take that as your cue to leave. You don’t want to burst into tears in front of your crush and all of his friends.

“I’m sorry,” is all you manage to choke out before turning on your heel and walking away.

He’d been smiling up until that point — like it was all a big joke to him — because it was. 

The girl he’s been fawning over since junior year comes out of nowhere with tickets to see one of his favorite bands? That was the kind of shit he dreamt about — the kind of plan only someone as vicious as Robin Buckley could concoct to hurt his feelings. And after spending so many years being the brunt of bullies, Eddie was tired of being embarrassed.

And at first, he thought you were just a really good actor. You did look almost genuinely confused when he’d snuffed out the plan so quickly. But those wide, glassy eyes you looked at him with — he doesn’t know if a person can fake that sort of heartbreak. That looked real.

Eddie had been close to commending himself for not letting Robin win. He thought he was a genius for not allowing Buckley to use you against him. Now he knows he’s the same dumbass he's always been.

“Hey, man…” Gareth wavers as he sits at his designated seat adjacent to Eddie’s. The boy’s forlorn and faraway gaze doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the club. They all share looks of confusion, but the sandy-haired boy is the only one brave enough to speak up. “You okay?”

Eddie keeps his gaze trained on your figure as you maneuver through the crowd. Robin looks happy for you when you reach her, but the puppy-like excitement washes away when she notices how sad you are. 

He feels like someone’s shoved a knife between his ribcage. He wonders if this is what a broken heart feels like.

“I think I screwed up,” he answers, laughing cynically at himself. “Like, big time.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time, right?” Dustin jokes before popping a fry into his mouth. He laughs, but no one else joins him. “…Right?”

Eddie glares at the boy.

He cowers. “…Kidding. I was kidding.”

—————

He stews over it all day — your offer and what he said to you and how sad you looked after he said it. 

He pictures your pinched brows and big, glassy eyes and his chest starts to burn a little. Everyone always thought he was some raging asshole just because he had crazy hair and a crazier taste in music. Now he feels like they were sort of right about him. 

Whatever chance he had with you has surely turned to dust by now. It wouldn’t surprise him after he shrugged you off like he did. But after waging a nearly four-hour war in his mind between lunch and dismissal, he knows he has to make sure. 

He has to know if he’s ruined things entirely or if there’s a glimmer of hope he can hang onto.

He comes to you at the end of the day, dripping in metaphorical blood from the mental carnage he’d endured. He stood across the hall from you for five whole minutes as he tried to come up with something to say. He walks to your locker empty-handed and just blurts, “I thought you were joking,” like a total idiot.

Through the muddled conversation in the bustling hallway, you hadn’t heard him coming. You didn’t know he was there at all until he was right next to you. Seeing someone so suddenly close to you makes you flinch — hard.

And it’s not totally Eddie’s fault. You’re jumpy and too easily frightened at times, but he can’t help but feel like he’s messing things up more than he already has.

“Oh…” you deflate with a sigh, eyes still wide and swimming with something he can’t quite place. You look like you’re almost relieved to see him. Almost. 

“Sorry— shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to…” The boy stumbles over his words, then trails off when they don’t come out the way he wants. He shakes his head and finds it in himself to smile. It’s bitter, though, filled with self-abhorrence. “I wasn’t trying to scare you.”

With one hand still clutching the door of your locker, and the other gripping a stack of textbooks, you peer at him through your lashes. “I know. It’s okay. I just— I wasn’t expecting it…”

He grimaces. “Sorry…”

“’S okay,” you repeat.

“I, um, I only came in so hot ‘cause I wanted to apologize— you know, for earlier. In the lunch room,” he stammers and puts his fidgeting hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He tries to laugh, but it comes out more as an insincere puff of air. “Honestly, I thought you were joking.”

Your brows pinch. “Joking? Why would I—”

“I sorta locked Robin and Vickie in the old chemistry room in the east wing a few days ago,” he confesses, bouncing his shoulders. “Just because I know they both like each other and everything, and I thought maybe they’d finally admit it if they were alone together.”

“Okay…?” 

“Well, they didn’t. And Robin was pissed. So I thought she was using you to get back at me.”

“Using me?” you echo.

“Yeah. ‘Cause I’ve kinda been into you since junior year and everything,” he admits with a nonchalant shrug. The corner of his rosy mouth quirks into a half-smile. “It’s, like, the one card Robin could use against me that would actually hurt, you know? If she did try to get me back.”

Your heart swells so much it hurts, almost — the same kind of hurt you'd felt in the lunch room earlier. It feels fiery, like someone’s taken a match to your ribcage and lit your heart aglow. But it’s different now. This is a good hurt, a happy hurt.

“Really?” you squint at him, your voice high and light. Your lips twitch like you want to smile, but you don’t let yourself — lest this all turns out to be some kind of elaborate dream. Or a joke.

“Since we had Mr. Kaminsky’s together, yeah,” Eddie affirms with a slow, confident nod. His chocolate eyes flit up to the water-stained ceiling. “Let’s see… We were learning about reproduction, and Tommy Hagan made some stupid joke about using you as a real-life model instead of the pictures in the textbook—”

“I remember,” you nod, trying not to shudder at the memory that still haunts you. 

“And I told him that he was making it real obvious that he’s never seen an actual vagina before and that the one in the textbook looked a lot like his mom’s,” the boy recalls with a soft laugh. “And you looked over at me, and you smiled, and I… have been a goner ever since.”

He looks down at you again, all sheepish like he isn’t gluing your broken heart back together again. His chocolate eyes twinkle in a way you’ve never seen before. They sparkle in their softness. You have to look away before it turns you into a puddle at his feet. 

You smile widely into your locker, pursing it off to the side in attempts to conceal its brightness. 

“No one’s ever stuck up for me like that before,” you confess quietly after a few moments, peeking at him from the corner of your eye. “I’m pretty sure I gushed to Robin about it for days.”

“Yeah?” Eddie hums. He can feel his hopes getting too high.

“Yeah. I told her all about the pretty boy in the back of the room that finally got Tommy H. to leave me alone.”

“Oh… You think he’s pretty, huh?” the boy teases despite his pink cheeks.

You nod — made much braver by his previous admission — though you still have a little trouble looking him in the eye. You drag a notebook from your locker as you tell him, “I think he’s very pretty.”

“Well, I have it on good authority that the boy you think is pretty is super sorry for being such an asshole to you earlier,” Eddie murmurs, his nose scrunched and head tilted. “And that he’d really love to go to that concert with you— if you haven’t found some other schmuck to go with you, that is.”

Your eyes light up like a Christmas tree as you beam at him. No one’s ever looked at him that way before now.

“I’d like that,” you nod, then shrug. “I don’t think I’d wanna go with anyone else, anyway…”

“So, it’s a date?” Eddie asks, just to make sure. His raised brows disappear behind his fluffy bangs. His chin tilts to his chest as he smiles hopefully down at you.

You nod, and repeat it more softly than the loudmouth boy. “It’s a date.”

Eddie can feel himself grinning like an idiot. His cheeks ache with how wide he’s beaming at you, but he's too lovesick to stop. Like squinting into the sun, smiling every time he looks at you is muscle memory by now. 

And what did a freak like him ever do to deserve a date with the freakin’ sun?

[f1girliefics]

F1 Drivers' Reaction When You Are a Fan of a Different Team

Lewis Hamilton

When you two started dating, you were not a true F1 fan. You heard about it, but it wasn't really your thing.

But then, being with him, your love for the sport grew and it truly became something you enjoyed.

However, it came as an even more surprise when you announced that you were indeed not a Mercedes fan but a Ferrari fan.

Toto nearly fell off his chair when he saw you in your red shirt.

He made you wear a Mercedes sweatshirt over it in the paddock. 

Lewis on the other hand didn't really mind that you were a fan on a different team.

You knew that you were his.

Little did you know about his upcoming change for the 2025 season.

George Russel

George nearly doubled over when he saw you wearing a McLaren hoodie.

"Lando gave it to me," you said.

"Date Lando then." was his reply.

He would be 1000% jealous.

Every time you wore something even in a similar colour family, he was fuming.

It would get to a point when he would attempt to throw all of your merch. 

It was rather amusing to you to watch him be so jealous.

Max Verstappen

It is impossible to root for a different team while dating Max.

If you do, you still don't.

Maybe in secret, you could. But the many conversations about teams and who is the best. Not just at winning but all together. 

And just based on his explanation. 

You wouldn’t choose anyone else than Redbull. 

Daniel Ricciardo

Considering his habit of changing his teams almost yearly, he wouldn’t blame you. 

However, when you explained to him that you were indeed a Mercedes fan, he nearly fainted. 

“What? It’s a team which didn’t do a contract with you, yet.”

“That’s why you chose Mercedes? Because I didn’t drive for them yet?”

No matter how many times you try to explain yourself, he would be dumbfounded. 

Then he would just laugh loudly. 

It would make you feel better almost immediately.

He wouldn't be jealous or angry, instead, he would laugh more and more.

Carlos Sainz

Now he truly didn't expect to see you wearing a Red Bull shirt when you visited him during the Monaco GP.

"What is this?" he would ask.

"My shirt?"

"Nonononononono. You are my girlfriend, you must root for Ferrari!" then he would start speaking in Spanish, and you had to get Charles to calm Carlos down.

But he would only calm down after seeing you wear a Ferrari shirt.

Charles Leclerc

“Impossible. My girlfriend is a Ferrari fan.”

“Mate, she is wearing an Alonso shirt,” said Carlos and laughed as he watched Charles who obviously didn’t believe him. 

Then they both saw you walking towards the paddock.

Indeed, you wore an Aston Martin shirt.

"I can't believe it." Charles said.

"Well, he is her father, Mate." said Carlos once more as he patted poor Charles in the back.

Charles would know better than to get jealous.

And yet, he wanted you in a red shirt, in his mind green really wasn't your colour. 

Lando Norris

He is so offended.

As if you just told him that all you have at home is fish for dinner.

He wouldn't be able to look away from you as he just stares.

"My own girlfriend... a Ferrari fan?!" he would manage to say.

He would be shocked for weeks to come.

No matter what you try, he wouldn't be able to get over this tiny little detail for a long time.

Oscar Piastri 

He is actually quite okay with you being a fan of another team.

Since he knows that you only root for him, no matter what, he is quite okay with you being a Mercedes fan.

Given that, your little obsession with Mercedes gave Toto a reason to be close to not only you but Oscar as well... hoping to see the driver one day in another colour than papaya.

And Oscar quite likes being invited over to the Mercedes quarters. 

Fernando Alonso

Being a seasoned driver who drove for many teams, he wouldn't be offended if you root for a different team than Aston Martin.

You would still wear the colours and be very proud of him. 

He wouldn't be offended or jealous even when you show up wearing your Red Bull shirt.

He would just laugh and smile at you.

Lance Stroll

How dare you?

You are dating him, not McLaren!

And yet, you looked amazing in papaya.

And yet, he was fuming.

"Why are you wearing that?"

"You shouldn't wear that."

"You should wear an Aston Martin shirt!"

"Come, we will get one for you."

He wouldn't calm down until he saw you in green. 

And in the future don't even think about wearing anything else.

/YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR STEAL ANY OF MY WORKS/

[papercorgiworld]

Dance like it’s all real

Reader has a crush on James Potter, but when he hurts her she turns to none other than Regulus Black.

Fake dating trope: Reader x Regulus Black.

Read part 2 here: Truth be told

Lovely peoples of Tumblr, this is my contribution for the second week of Hogmarch! I’m not confident about this fic, but I enjoyed writing for three hours straight. I loved it. It was so fun! So thank you for that. Obviously, I hope you like it!

So happy readings to my darling readers!

“You know the only reason Tim hangs out with you so much is because he likes-”

Cut! 

Look, this is the moment where James Potter should have said. ‘you’. He should have said ‘the only reason he hangs out with you so much is because Tim likes you’ and then I could have accused him of being jealous and he would blush and I would finally know that he likes me too. But no… this is what he said instead:

“You know the only reason Tim hangs out with you so much is because he likes Lily. He doesn’t dare approach Lily because she’s way out of his league so he hangs with you in hopes of getting a chance to hang with her.” Your frown as you process James’ words. “Why can’t he hang out with me just because… you know… because of me? Because he likes me?”

James laughs and slings a lazy arm around you as you both continue walking. “Come on, (y/n). You’re one of the boys. Of course, he likes you. Everyone likes you. Just not in the way everyone likes Lily.” 

You can see Remus make a painful face, obviously expressing what you’re feeling. Leave it to James to accidentally stomp on your heart, stab it and throw it away without ever realising it. There’s a silence because you’re simply left speechless and too pained to start sobbing right there. 

The silence doesn’t last long enough for James to notice or Remus to speak up, because Sirius and Peter who had spent the past hour in detention appeared at the end of the hallway much to James’ joy. “Padfoooooot!” Sirius jumps up and down happily. “Prongggss!” Normally you would giggle at the ridiculous overjoyment of your friends, but something had snapped in you and you felt like you would never feel light again. 

“Would it help if I told you that he didn’t mean it like that?” Remus offered now that it was just the two of you. “No. I’m done with him.” Your voice was so cold that it took Remus by surprise. You had said those words to yourself a million times, but never out loud which meant that this time you had to stick by them.

“Padfoooooooooot!” 

“Prooooongggss!”

You rolled your eyes. There was nothing cute about these imbeciles anymore.

“Padfoooooo-” 

“Oi!” You yelled, surprising yourself. Your heartbeat immediately elevates while your cheeks flush, but at least you had their attention. “Not all of Hogwarts is interested in the fact that you two have been reunited after being an hour apart!”

James’ eyes widened and Sirius’ excitement disappeared. “Don’t be so dramatic.” James shrugs with a nonchalant snort. “I’m dramatic?-” You were about to give James a piece of your mind, but you swallow your words when a group of Slytherins enter the hallway. Even though no words were said, they clearly sensed the tension. Either that or they overheard some of the yelling.

You were too angry at James to notice Regulus’ amused smirk at your fury. When Regulus passed James, he simply couldn't resist. “Trouble in paradise, Potter?” Confusion and then annoyance filled James’ eyes, but you were more focused on Regulus' satisfied smirk as he eyed you before turning around the corner. 

You scoff and decide to just turn on your heels, reminding yourself that you were done with James Potter.

***

Regulus was a master of noticing details but this was clear to everyone with eyesight and it pleased him so much. You avoided James like the plague. Often leaving your friends and abruptly ending conversations to get away from him as soon as he approached. 

In Regelus’ book James was the most obnoxious person to ever live and he couldn’t wrap his head around why people liked him so much, but it was the fact that Sirius considered James a real brother that really stung. Yet it wasn’t until he saw your hurt that Regulus decided to really spite James.

So one sunny afternoon in the courtyard when Regulus sees you get up from your seat next to Marlene to probably go hide in the library, he excuses himself from his friends to catch up with you.

The castle was near-empty since everyone was outside and you took a deep sigh, pitying your loneliness. “If you’re only gonna hang out with people that James doesn’t hang out with you’ll be thin on friends really soon.” You spun around to see a smug Regulus approaching. Hanging out with the marauders had meant that you had barely spoken to the slytherin now in front of you and you felt a bit hostile. “I’ve got plenty of friends, thank you.” 

Regulus nods slowly. “So you’ll be going to the Spring Drink witthh?” He tilted his head tauntingly waiting for an answer that he already knew. 

Snake.

“It’s gonna suck this year anyway.” You blurted, not fooling anyone with your fake indifference.

Regulus needs to force his lips into a line to hide his smile, but returns to his smug composure in seconds. “I promise you it will not.” Your eyes watch him carefully as you try to figure out where he’s getting at. “I’ll pick you up around two.”

Baffled, you watched him casually turn around and go back to the courtyard. 

***

“Regulus?” Remus questioned. You nodded. “Regulus Black?” James squeaked. “Regulus Black, my brother?” Sirius clarified the question unnecessarily. You nodded again. “Why?” Peter asked like he was solving a mystery beyond human comprehension. “Because he’s cute.” Lily answered, making you panic a little. “No, it’s not like that.” Marlene turns away from her book to look at you questioningly. “Then what’s it like?” You felt like it would be embarrassing to just explain how he never really asked and you just went along with it, so you just stood there silently as your cheeks started to heat up. “My brother’s cute?” It suddenly hits Sirius as he turns away from you to focus on Lily, making Lily and Marlene laugh.

“Hey (y/n), your date’s at the door.” Someone announced and your eyes widened at the word date, but instead of dealing with the looks of your friends you just hurried to the door.

You’re welcomed by a smirking slytherin and you honestly can’t name the feeling it gives you. “You look… like you’ve seen a ghost?” Regulus’ words of observation are gentle, but still make you frown in annoyance. However, you couldn’t deny that your friends had very much confused you about this whole afternoon. You stop on your walk out to just ask what it’s all about. “Are we on a date?” 

Regulus shoves his hands in his pockets as he considers your question. “Do you want it to be a date?” You open your mouth, but close it again to then eventually protest his response. “What kind of question is that?” Regulus chuckles and it sounds so soft that you immediately feel at ease. 

“How about you figure out what you want it to be and tell me at the end of the… day, or date? You choose.” This time his smile isn’t smug, it’s sweet and playful. 

Seeing Regulus hung in different circles than you and your friends did, he introduced you to a lot of new people. You were surprised how much he was like his brother when chit-chatting to people, only a little more reserved but with a shrewdness in every word. You were getting more and more absorbed by Regulus by the minute and you didn’t even mind. It was a lovely spring day, it was sunny and you got to spend it with someone that made you feel like you were more than just one of the boys.

“Drink?” Regulus turns to you and your smile widens, your glass had only been empty for a moment but he had noticed immediately. You never caught him but you knew his eyes were on you almost all the time. You nod and a gentle hand brushes the small of your back to signal which direction to go. On your way to one of the tents, spread around the castle grounds and functioning as small bars, you caught James staring and looking anything but pleased. Of course this didn’t go unnoticed by Regulus either. 

“I know curiosity killed the cat, but what’s the story?” Regulus asks, leaning closer to you in a way that makes you feel safe. You feel a strong desire to tell him everything, but the curiosity in his eyes betrays him. “Is that why you asked me out? My argument with James?” Regulus’ eyes focus on yours as he figures out his approach to you now that he’s been caught. “Isn’t that the reason you want it to be a date?” 

Now you feel a little caught and you stop walking, making it clear to Regulus you felt bad about the whole situation. “I didn’t ask you to spend the day with me because of James. I wanted to spend the day with you because he has a tendency to take the people around him for granted. You don’t deserve to be taken for granted, (y/n).”

You carefully consider his words and he gives you a soft smile. “Spend the day with me. Spend the week with. Teach him a lesson.” At those last words you notice his signature smugness return. “What’s in it for you?” You ask not hiding your interest in his offer, but also being careful not to thrust a slytherin to be selfless. 

Regulus’ tongue roams his mouth with amusement and confidence, before he gently pulls you against his chest. His lips slowly move to your ear as his eyes steal a glance of the audience to confirm his suspicion. “The look on your friends’ faces.” His whisper sends shivers down your spine as you slightly turn your head to see a shocked Sirius and a very unamused James. However, the feeling of seeing James like that didn’t compare to the feeling Regulus gave you holding you so close.

As Regulus allowed a little space between you two, you pushed any suspicious feelings away. “So this is a date then?” Your question verbally signed the deal. A satisfied smile tugged on Regulus’ lips. “One of many I believe. Now let’s go for a fly, just the two of us.”

Needless to say, you holding Regulus Black tightly as you flew off for some alone time was the topic of Hogwarts gossip that week.

***

As soon as your foot landed on the green grass of the quidditch field you knew all eyes were on you, but it didn’t matter because only one set of eyes counted. 

Were you aware of the feelings building up over the weeks that passed? Yes. 

Were you in too deep to get out? Also yes. 

Quidditch training was fun, but the tradition of spending the evening with you was even better. “Quit it with heart-eyes, Reg!” Barty yelled as he flew just above Regulus’ head, making Regulus roll his eyes and fly down to you.

Should he have never let it last for weeks? Yes.

Did he know that spending hours and hours with you would become addictive? Not until it was too late.

It was bitter sweet how with each kiss it pained you more that it wasn’t real and yet you kissed him more eagerly every time. “How was training?” You ask, placing an arm around his neck before locking lips. “Every time.” You could hear James mope in the background as the gryffindor team arrived from training. “So disturbing.” Sirius sighed. “I think they're cute.” Peter added, earning him a little shove. 

“Jealous Potter?” Marlene laughed, you couldn’t care less but Regulus’ eyes flung open mid kiss. His biggest nightmare was James actually being jealous and doing something about it. As confident as he was, Regulus was not ready to compete with James over you. He had already lost a brother to the loud gryffindor, he couldn't bear the thought of losing you as well… even though, in truth he didn’t really have you. It was all fake. It felt more and more like the lesson Regulus wanted to teach James was turning into a lesson in humility for himself.

“Everything alright?” Your worried eyes scan Regulus' face, while you play with the strands of hair in his neck. “Yes, fine love, I just need a quick shower.” With a quick peck on the lips he leaves you standing like a fool in love.

“You’ve got it bad.” Lily sings as she joins you on the field. You shake your head, but don’t bother hiding your smile. “So weird.” Lily blurs, while still smiling sincerely happy for you. “What do you mean weird?” You lock arms with her and walk to the stands, studying her face for answers. “I mean Regulus? You guys are soooo cute together, but I would’ve never guessed. I always thought you would end up with James.” 

James’ name rang in your head as you watched him fly and when he caught you watching he winked. Is he still the same fool that takes me for granted? That doesn’t notice me? Do I still like James? Do I love Regulus?

“Hi, dreamy.” Soft lips kiss your cheek and you turn to kiss Regulus’ lips. “Let’s go.” You get up and wave goodbye to Lily. 

The castle looked even more enchanting then it was now that the sun was setting. “You’re silent?” You questioned Regulus, bumping into him softly and squeezing his hand to get him out of his thoughts. “Dance with me?” It wasn’t a whisper, but his voice was delicately light. “Wha-?” 

“Come on.” With a quick move he lifted your hand up and spun you around. You let it happen. You loved it. You fell into his arms and smiled like a girl in love and damn he loved that sight.

You took a few steps, dancing without music, he spun you around again and it all felt real.

Dance like it’s all real.

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