#in my head the joke was like haha would it not be funny if coffee shop couldnt spell names but thats a weird thing to make uo

[gwenlena]

wait is the thing where starbucks writes your name on the cup a real thing?? im in england and ive never had my name written on a starbucks cup ever so i kind of assumed that was a myth but its just occurred to me that thats a really weird thing for everyone to make up

[pretty-little-mind33]

hii can i get that pop music thing with pietro and "Did you just confess your feelings to me?"

happy 3k! i love your work

SKY'S 3K CELEBRATION

thanks lovely 💕🤍 this turned a little hurt and comfort but it wasn't my intention haha, hope you like it!

~ 🎶 ~

"Alright, who's doing it?" you ask, walking into the common living room of Stark Tower where, usually, everyone hangs out after a long day. You'd just found another one of them your lap top.

You drop the letters on the coffee table near the couch and Natasha jumps up, grabbing them. "It's love letters," she hums, smirking.

You grab the crumbled up paper from her. "Yes. Now who's been leaving them around for me. It's not funny anymore."

"Funny?" Pietro pipes up, his accent thick. Wanda pushes his legs off of her, where he'd been laying, and dusts her skirt. You look at him, narrowing your eyes.

"Yes. Funny. It isn't funny when you have someone making fun of you like this," you explain, clearly frustrated and the team just send you confused looks.

This makes you more frustrated and you grab the letters, storming out of the room. It wasn't the first time the team would play pranks on you but this was downright cruel.

You slam the door to your room shut, dropping the letters into your trash can as you sink into your bed, tears brimming in your eyes. God, you're such a crybaby, you reprimand yourself, but you can't help the tears from falling.

You feel so stupid.

Suddenly, Pietro is by your side. He's left the blue streaks behind him as he sits beside you, his gaze intense with worry. You gasp, shooting up as you almost fall from your bed.

"What the fuck?!" you cry, looking at your door. It's still shut.

"Door was open," Pietro whispers, his eyes filled with worry as he appears at your opposite side, closer to you. You shriek, pushing him away.

"Will you stop doing that, Piet?!" you ask, clutching your heart. "You're scaring me." You narrow your eyes at him. He's more jumpy than he usually is.

Pietro holds up a letter he must have retrieved from your trash. "You don't like them?" he asks, sounding a little hurt.

You're even more confused. "'Course I don't! They're a joke."

Pietro's nose scrunches up in confusion. "Joke?"

"Yes, like…something funny…only it isn't funny!" you try explaining.

Pietro shakes his head. "No. I know what joke means. Just…why would you think they're jokes?"

You narrow your eyes at him. "Because who on the team would write me love letters?" you ask rhetorically, almost laughing at the thought.

"Me," Pietro says bluntly, his expression serious.

Your jaw drops. "What?"

"I thought you'd like them. Signed a little x at the bottom too because apparently it stands for kiss and Wanda—"

"Did you just confess your feelings for me?" you interrupt him, eyes wide.

Pietro's voice dies. He looks directly at you. "Yes. I like you. I've said it a thousand times in my letters," he points out but his voice is muffled by your lips on his. Your heart feels full.

"I like you too," you whisper, pulling away and smiling. "Why didn't you tell me in person?"

"Can't a guy be nervous," Pietro chuckles sheepishly, rubbing his thumb on your sides as he holds your waist. "Plus, I did really think you'd like the letters."

"I do like them," you smile, kissing his nose, "now that I know they're from you."

[thewidowsghost]

Lovestruck (Lena Luthor x Fem!Danvers!Reader)

@sashawalker2 asked:

I'd like to request this. Fem Reader X Lena Luthor Prompt: “You are my best friend” Idea: Reader is Lena Luthor's best friend. A sweet fluffy fic. Imagine the two going off on holiday and just being very sweet to each other.

"It's so cute that you're going on vacation with Lena," Alex comments, nudging her sister with a shoulder.

(Y/n) looks up from the new suit she was making for Kara – stitching the new emblem into the fabric.

"Of course, Lena and I do everything together. She's my best friend," (Y/n) replies.

"You're so oblivious," Alex replies, (Y/n) going back to her stitchwork.

"What?" (Y/n) replies, distractedly.

"Oblivious," Alex says.

"About what?" (Y/n) asks, looking up at her sister.

"Lena likes you," Alex says.

"Haha," (Y/n) turns back to her work again. "You're funny Alex, she's just my friend."

. . .

"I'm so glad you've decided to join me on holiday," Lena says, her and (Y/n) settling down on their shared couch in their shared apartment. Lena props her head up with her hand as she gazes at (Y/n), her ginger cat, Apollo, sleeping in her lap.

(Y/n) takes a sip from her glass of water. "It'll be fun," she smiles warmly.

(Y/n)'s puppy, a golden retriever named Cosmo, bounds over to the couch. Both (Y/n) and Cosmo look at Lena, pulling off very similar puppy-dog eyes.

Lena's expression softens as she meets (Y/n)'s gaze. "Fine," Lena finally gives in.

"Up, Cosmo," (Y/n) calls the dog up onto the couch.

Cosmo jumps up onto the couch, lying his head in Lena's lap.

"I still can't believe I let you get a dog in our apartment," Lena strokes Cosmo's ears.

"He's our dog," (Y/n) replies, allowing her head to tilt slightly, something that Lena finds very cute. "And you already had a cat before I even moved in."

"Hey, would you mind –" Lena begins.

"I gotcha," (Y/n) replies. She pats Cosmo's back, and gets off the couch.

This was a common occurrence in the household – Cosmo would beg to be let onto the couch, Lena would complain affectionately about Cosmo wanting to get on the couch, Lena would let Cosmo up, the dog would rest his head on Lena's knee, and then Lena would request a glass of wine.

"Cabernet?" (Y/n) asks and Lena grins slightly.

"You know me so well," Lena replies.

(Y/n) moves to the kitchen, reaches into the wine cabinet, and pulls out a bottle of Cabernet. "This one?" (Y/n) asks, lifting the bottle high enough for Lena to see.

"The other one," Lena replies.

(Y/n) hums grabbing the other bottle and pouring a glass, bringing it over to Lena.

. . .

Soft snores escape (Y/n)'s slightly open mouth.

"So oblivious," Lena mutters, running her fingers through (Y/n)'s hair.

Cosmo lifts his head from his place in (Y/n)'s lap, letting his tongue loll out of his mouth.

"I think you know it too, boy," Lena reaches over and scratches behind the retriever's ears.

. . .

(Y/n) stumbles sleepily down the hall, yawning as she heads towards the coffee maker.

"Already made," Lena appears at (Y/n)'s shoulder holding a mug of coffee, and (Y/n) jumps.

(Y/n) takes the mug from Lena, and sips from the coffee. (Y/n) makes a murmur of contentment, taking another sip of the coffee. "It's perfect," (Y/n) says. "How'd you know –"

"I like you!" Lena blurts out, and (Y/n) stops, her eyes widening.

"What?" (Y/n) asks. "I thought Alex was joking."

"Excuse me," Lena looks confused.

"I was working on Kara's suit, and she said something about you liking me," (Y/n)'s cheeks begin to feel hot. "I thought she was just messing with me."

"I do like you! A lot!" Lena says. "You just never seemed to notice."

There is a silence before Lena looks up at (Y/n), watching her cheeks darken.

"I, uh, like you too," (Y/n) says softly. "And like," she scrambles for the words, "not just in a friend way."

Lena lets out a laugh of relief.

"So," (Y/n) looks up from her mug of coffee. "What do we do now? I've never done this before."

Lena snorts with amusement. "I think we go on our vacation, and have fun. And then we come back and tell our friends."

"Tell them what?" (Y/n) asks cluelessly.

Lena lets out a 'pfft' noise and just shakes her head fondly. "Nothing you should worry your cute little head about," Lena replies. "Now, let's go. We're going to be late."

"Isn't it your private jet?" (Y/n) says.

Lena just holds back her chuckle as Apollo follows her down the hall to her bedroom.

Word Count: 807 words

[lovedrruunk]

‘Awkward meetings ❀⋆.ೃ࿔

Venture (Overwatch x reader)

Authors note!! ＼(＾▽＾); second venture fic!! Tbh I just rlly rlly rlly hated my last one so I’m giving it another go bc I’m actually just so in love with them.. If you see me pocketing the HELL out of a venture mind yer damn business. also im having a pretty tough time coming up with scenarios so id rlly appreciate some ideas!

This was new. Sloane wasn’t nervous; they weren’t the nervous type! They’re bold, and fun, and eccentric (in a good way!) and they most definitely weren’t nervous! So why was it that each time you came around they seemed to trip over their words?

“Young love…” Tracer and Angela couldn’t help but smile, looking at the two of you from a distance as they were enjoying their coffee in Gibraltars HQ lounge.

Any regular person would call them crazy for seeing anything romantic about your awkward short interactions, but knowing both of you when you’re apart tells them everything they’d need to know.

“Yea!... I like your nails! They look… aesthetically pleasing…”

“Oh, thank you! Yea um- painted them myself!”

“Really? Wow! That must’ve taken like… a billion years!”

“Haha!...Yea!”

In the distance, both women were heavily facepalming. They couldn’t help but cringe at the conversation, and as cute as the two of you were, awkwardness had its limits and you two seemed to hit it a while ago.

Sloane didn’t plan on the conversation going this way, they promise! It’s just each time they try talking to you their palms start to sweat and their knees start to wobble and the only thing they can focus on is your face and your voice and trying to think of the right joke to make you laugh and suddenly all those late nights of coming up with scenarios in their head of what to say to you while giggling and kicking their feet are left completely forgotten. All the diary entries describing exactly what they would say and do in order to at least be your friend have now gone to waste.

To be more than an acquaintance to you, that's all they’re asking for, they’ve lowered their standard and yet they couldn’t even reach it!

With a heavy sigh, they turn to look at you, wanting to give the conversation one more try. “Look… I’m really sorry for how lame I'm being. To be honest, I just think you’re really cool and it feels like I have no idea how to approach you!” They smile as they feel their nerves calm now that they’ve confessed to their nervousness. You feel a weight lift off your shoulders, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t happy they had decided to break the ice first.

“Oh gosh okay, I’m so glad I’m not the only one who felt that way!! I’ve always thought you were cool and funny, honestly I just really wanted to get to know you.”

At this point, you were both smiling and it seemed like the heavy atmosphere had completely vanished now that you were both being transparent.

In the background, Tracer and Angela celebrated quietly, proud of the two of you for finally being able to act normal around one another. You two spent the next couple of minutes warming up to each other as you laughed and joked making plans to hang out, a warm feeling now in your chests.

“Y’know I don’t even know why I was so intimidated in the first place…”

“You could sense my gay agenda.”

[orquidborgo]

Well, I'm getting a fever and with a lot of ideas, so I'm going to write them here because I don't have anything better to do!

This are concepts/writing ideas I got that I have more or less the story made in my head but I never wrote it down because I don't have the confidence to publish anything (haha self esteem issues are so funny), so here they are:

Jake Muller, professional B.O.Wsitter

* I got this idea while reading a modern fantasy resident evil fanfic (where the wound drips venom from your soul), basically:

After the events of resident evil VI, Jake only accepted jobs that allowed him to fight B.O.W and protect people BUT that didn't get him a lot of money, with Sherry's birthday approaching he is thinking about taking a mercenary jobs that pays very well until he receives a call from Chris Redfield, go to the middle of nowhere in Nebraska(? I'm thinking about changing the location) on a mansion with everything paid to take care of 5 B.O.Ws, just not the way he though he would.

Perfect paintings

* I got this idea from reading a really short story from space marine husbandry (I think it was from @kit-williams, is a story about a custodes, idk I forgot, it was so long ago) but I never got the confidence to write it because I don't think I will write a good mystery piece that'll comply with my expectations:

Detective Arad Yilmaz approached the scene, this is the 4th murder this month, the murders follow a pattern: All of them were strangled to death, had long black hair, honey/light brown eyes, middle eastern heritage and where last seen interacting with a really tall astartes.

The location of the corpses leave a trail as if the murderer have been moving constantly, following the same movement as the chaos warbands path, now with this corpse being found by a Dark Angel the astartes want to take this matter in their own hands.

Will Arad be able to find the murderer, bring them to justice and avoid an all out war between astartes before is too late? The clock is ticking.

There is no home like the one your bonded is:

* After reading Cedric's story in space marine husbandry (I also forgot to say that Cedric belongs to @sleepyfan-blog, sorry) and watching the movie "Bolt" I got thinking, what happens when a space marine grows a bond with a human that lives in another country and is only visiting? So here it is:

Guillermo Testarossa is visiting the U.S.A for his winter vacation, following his aunt's advice to stave off boredom he ventures into the local astartes hospital with his aunt's bonded apothecary. There he meets an injured space wolf, the rest of his vacation he spends it talking and having fun with this astartes but not everything last forever and he has to comeback to his home country Argentina, saying his goodbyes and promising to comeback next year.

Unbeknownst to him, this space wolf will not wait an entire year, using a joke his brother-captain made as motivation, with a camera, a notepad and supplies on his back he embarks on a adventure walking from the U.S to Buenos Aires - Argentina to find his bonded, taking photos and recording everything he encounters in his journey. The only thing he knows is that his bonded lives in San Telmo, works in a coffee shop with private tango shows and studies electronic engineering.

Save us from ourselves

* I seriously need to read Magnus primarch novel because there is no way you are telling me a whole planet of highly trained psykers (this mfs have magic, mind you) with space travel technology didn't have a plan B to evacuate civilians in case of a invasion, and I also like Arknights a LOT so, this is kind of a crossover between 40k and arknights:

Rhode Island is an humanitarian/pharmaceutical organization that travels across space with the mission of saving psykers, protecting those infected with flesh change and find the cure of said illness, right know they have treatment and have developed technology to protect/stabilize psykers with it so they can live a normal life.

Marckus Ahriman is a young 16 year old field operator with signs of mutation and a big heart who wishes for a world where all psykers are free and flesh change is finally cured. In a fateful operation battling against a chaos incursion he finds a soul shard that "calls" to him, upon touching it he remembers: he Magnus the Red, primarch of the Thousand Sons and son of the Emperor of Mankind, or well... A shard of him.

My big... Primarch?: Friendship is Magic (this is a temporary title)

* I watched a few episodes of my little pony so this is a crack fic, don't mind it that much:

During her fight against Starlight Glimmer through timelines; Twilight Sparkle gets "knocked out", but when she wakes up again to try and stop Starlight, she ends up in Magnus's body as a baby. So is basically her dealing with 40k insanity, family issues and trying to go back to her home.

She would try to understand why the other primarchs are so apprehensive of magic and would try to befriend them: She would try and not use magic in front of Mortarion after knowing his trauma and help him through it the best she can, would cure Angron of his nails, Leman would finally like her because she gets tired of his bullshit and start throwing hands and things like that.

Magnus's regular day

* With how pridefull is Magnus about magic, I'm surprised he hasn't gotten in a lot of psychic shenanigans in "regular show" style, every chapter would be Magnus getting into a crazy adventure, sometimes pulling his brothers, any of his sons or a unfortunate custodes along the ride.

The Emperor, Malcador and Constantin are just... Done with his magical bullshit at some point and just let him be because they know that he'll somehow fix it at the end.

So... Yep. This is all I got.

[khristie16]

Table number six p.3/...

pairing: charles leclerc x fem reader summary: you decided to disappear from your hometown with your bestfriend, finding the anchor in Monaco. With your talent to be in the right place at the right time you got yourself into some fine situation PS summary: Charles is getting just a little bit obsessed(ish) with you, yet you still think he hates your guts warnings: emotional cheating (kinda), some swearing, bad jokes and smuttish thoughts, wet dreams about reader Word count: 2.8 K notes: there you go! :* @laneyspaulding19 @f1obessed

That was the first night he came back home, laying down onto the bed next to his girlfriend, his eyes pointing to the ceiling above him and thinking about someone else rather than himself… -

When you got home, you clasped the handle of the door behind you and smiled wildly from ear to ear with your back pressed against them. You couldn’t collect your thoughts about what just had happened. The touch you two shared. The closeness you two shared. Something ignited in you. But this thought of yours came quickly to an end. (Wait, I don’t even like this guy in a first place.)

well you’re home quite early - Mary disturbed you out of your thoughts. oh hi Mary - as you saw your best friend looking at you confused. It was probably because of you, looking like an insane person, smiling from ear to ear yet your eyes were wide awake with a hint that something is conflicted inside of you.

- As you told your best friend everything about the whole evening, you felt like you’re in a movie or something. You've never had such a bad timing in your whole life. With all of the coincidences that had happened, meeting the family and all….Yet, the most surprising thing was that you are being aware of the fact that you are shy and insecure about HIM. -

So yeah, that’s how I got into the mess. And then Pascale asked this guy to take me home and- -Wait wait hahaha. This guy? Didn’t you just tell me like he is her son or something? Well. Yeah. Whatever,….it was so embarrassing I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I bet it wasn’t that bad as you make it sound. You two with this guy just don’t know each other ...so it makes sense he’s not that all over you in the first place…. Hahahah cannot say the same about you though. Well haha very funny Mary. - You rolled your eyes at her. - Yeah but if you did actually see him how he looked at me! Like I’m annoying him with just my presence! Well he took you home, didn't he? Yeah, but - like it's just because of his mom. It doesn't mean anything! Silence Girl, you like him? What!!!!!? No! Jesus no. He is pain in the ass. Grumpy man. Always looking like something is hurting him or something. This guy cannot even properly smile. - you blurted it all out Silence Alright, a simple no would be ok.

The next day you crawled out of your bed to make you a cup of coffee. It's probably not the best thing for you to drink coffee as the first thing in the morning but oh well you needed that. Because the whole night you were thinking about Charles. You wanted to smash your head through the wall. Like this guy is giving you a headache. While you were standing in the kitchen, complaining about your life right now, making grumpy sounds you felt how the cold breeze blew through the kitchen from the street and caressed your whole body, making you feel goosebumps, thinking of wrapping your arms around you. But you heard your phone buzz. Taking you out of your moment. You took a look on the screen. A message from Unknown number. (What?)

Hey, how did you sleep? (Whaaat the fuck is that???)

Oh hey YN. As you were still looking on the screen in disbelief, Mary made herself present in that moment. YN?? Oh - you looked at her - sorry. I was lost in the thoughts. Yeah, I can see that. What's wrong? Someone texted me from an unknown number. Show me. - you handed her the phone. After a while she spoke back. Well isn't that Charles? - handing you back the phone. Looking unbothered as ever. WHAT? … Nah. He doesn't have my number. Well then ask who it is. Yeah sure, you should know better than that to communicate with creeps and serial killers. Mary gave you an annoyed stare. - Do you think creeps talk like that? - as she pointed towards your phone. Yeah ok whatever.

Who is this? Charles. Sorry, I asked for your number. Ehm ok? Why?

My mum would like to see you. (Oh….) What is it about?

She wants to take you out, go shopping or something like that. I am leaving today for about a week, so she wanted to make sure you two could arrange the date while I'm still here. I see…. She would meet you tomorrow, around 5pm in the mall. You up for that? Yeah, I'm free. Perfect. I will let her know then.

Soo??? What was it about? His mum wants to see me. - you put the phone on the table and came back to pick up your coffee. Oh. wow. Why? I don't know. Go shopping. I guess she thinks we have a similar taste in clothes since we were talking about it yesterday. Well that is nice no? I guess….

Well you didn't know what to think about that. Isn't it kinda weird? To meet his mum solo?

The next day did pass. Jean called you to tell you about how well you did at work and how he'd like to hire you. You were actually up for that. It's nice money. And friendly people are always welcome in your presence. But with the upcoming date with Pascale, you were little anxious. As you were waiting in the mall, you saw the familiar face.

Bonjour Pascale Bonjour YN. Ca va? Bah ouais, ca va.

She grabbed you by your arm and led you to the first shop on the right side.

Please forgive my manners using my son to contact you. I wanted to go out with you and ask you about something. Oh. - (what could she possibly ask me about?) - it's alright. What is it about then? - you asked her, eagerly waiting for her response as the fabric of the dress you were looking at ran through your fingers. There is this event my whole family and friends will be attending. I'd like to see you there. Yet it would be better to bring a plus one. You know, long dresses, dancing, drinks. I thought you'd like that. And I'd love to have all of my friends there. Jean will be there as well. Wow, that is so nice of you! But I'm not quite sure. Aren't the tickets like sold or something? - you really wanted to get out of this, but something was keeping you back. You tried to play it cool, but you've recognized how excited you got. Silly you. OH! Don't worry about it. It is all settled. It is my friend's event and we are all so welcome, including my friends. Pascale, I really appreciate it, but - I cannot think of anyone to go there with. - which was true. You are really not dating anyone right now. And bringing a friend is just.. unnecessary. Well clearly there has to be someone. You are so young and so beautiful, guys must be drooling over you. - (ehm wow), you giggled slightly from the embarrassment. Yeah, I will have to think about that. Merci Pascale.

The rest of the time you talked about life in general - she told you all about her family and her childhood as well as her young adulthood. She was kinda wild as you found out. You had to chuckle from time to time. She was sweet and funny, you started liking her even more. -After you two separated, you went back home. Feeling tired all of a sudden. This whole meet up must have taken a lot from you. Which was very strange finding indeed.

Had fun with mum tonight? - another text message from him. Hello Charles, yes. She invited me to this gala event next week.. I suppose I will see you there. You suppose right.

(Alright mister passive aggressive.) You tossed the phone away as you snorted. You grumpily went to the living room.

What's up with you? glancing at your best friend and waving your hand. Nothing… YN? Yeah Ok. - you sat on the couch - You know how I was meeting Pascale today right? Ohhh, right! I completely forgot about it. How did it go? Well, fine. She invited me to this gathering. Oh! that's nice! Yeaaaah, but there is a snag in it.. Firstly, I have to bring someone with me. And I have ZERO idea who to bring with me. Since we're gonna dance and all - you know. And second, Charles is a creep. Alright, spare the poor guy. What did he do now? Well, he is acting like a creep! Sending me a message If I had fun tonight with his mum. Like - who asks these questions nowadays? It's just.. so weird. I don't know how to explain it to you. Well… I don't know, I guess it is slightly weird, but - I don't know what is happening between the two of you guys. What?? Nothing! I swear to God it's nothing. She just gave you this look you knew all too well. Like she doesn't believe a word you say. Well anyway, about the guy, what about Gabriel? Who? Your classmate. The one with brown eyes and curly hair. Oh… like my plus one to this gala event? I don't know. - you furrowed your eyebrows. It's not that you had something particularly against him, you just weren't really looking for guys or having whatever nightmare with them. Charles was giving you enough already. Well he clearly likes you. He'd say yes to that. Mary - I'm not sure. He will think I like him or something. Well you either want to have good fun or not. You want to go to the event? Yes. Then do it. The rest will be taken care of. -

Hello sweetie. Take a look. What do you think about this dress? I had my mind full of thoughts about my mum with YN together. What could they possibly be talking about?? Like I don't even know what my mum wants to do with her in the first place. Charles? Sorry? What were you saying? The dress… what do you think? - as she spun around. As I watched my girlfriend in that dress, all I could think about was how the dress would look on YN's body. Remembering the last time I saw her in dress. The white one she had when walking down the stairs, walking to me, the fabric hugging her thighs and leaving her body in a nice sensual motion. Im sorry, I cannot concentrate well today. Oh, was it the trainings? Yeah. it was tough today. No grip. I see, but think about it. I want us to match. -

(Ok ok, how to approach this. Hey Gabriel, I have an offer for you… what? No! Bad idea What about Hey Gabriel, long time no see.. - ok that's even worse. Hey Gabriel, how are you today? Well that is weird - since we are barely talking to each other,….oh my god alright I don't have the time for this.)

Hey Gabriel, I got invited to this gala event, there should be drinks and dancing and nice people to talk to. You first came up to my mind as my plus one, would you be up to?

Bzzz..

Hello YN! Oh yes I would love to! Can we meet? What? Like right now? Yes yes. I need to know more. -

She was on her knees, her eyes devouring me from the inside out, her gaze ascribing who I belonged to. Her sensual and slow movements of her mouth around my cock seduced me so much that I lost consciousness. But those eyes of hers, they kept me alive, they kept me conscious. If I looked back for just a moment, I would lose it all. I would have been nothing more than a piece of debris that had let itself be caught in a trap. But with her, she's the one who keeps me alive, even though it's because of her that I'm losing ground at the same time. And she knows it. And I know it too. But because I am thoughtlessly hers, I let myself be carried away by her flow of femininity and secrecy. She has power over me, pure power, she keeps me with her, but I would be the one to lay down my life for her and suffer all the losses, just so she wouldn't have to suffer any. And that's when I put a piece of myself into her, she made me the way she wanted to make me and she got me. I will forever be under her influence. And now she knows I'm hers. -

I drove the car to her place. I was unconsciousness. I needed to see her to feel alive again. I felt torn after this dream. And the only thing that could make me whole again was her. Seeing her. As I was waiting for some time in front of her apartment, in my car, I was considering If it is a good idea. Somehow I got back my logical mind. But when I focused on the feeling within, I still felt torn, even when logic came back. That is when I knew what to do next. She was the reason why I immediately packed my bags and went straight back to home, her place is my first stop after returning from the Grid. Nobody knows I'm already here, that early. But I felt like I cannot hold it anymore. After days of no contact. - I looked around. It was still early in the morning but I somehow knew she'd be up already. I got inside the building the next minutes, the number of her apartment written down in front of the main doors. Going upstairs searching for the number 4. Second floor. I knocked on the doors and waited. Feeling anxious about what I'm gonna do next. It didn't last long though. Seeing YN in just a man's shirt and her hair being all over the place. Looking surprised. Her smile faded away quickly.

Charles?!!! W-what are you doing here???? You were at loss with your words. You wanted to say so much more but couldn't. He was looking at you like he wants to kill you at the same moment. Feeling of uneasiness got the best of you. You're thinking pattern got back to normal. You've had enough of this guy. First he make himself seen like he is something better than you. Then he shares with you such an intimate connection with you, at least for you! leaving you confused. On top of that, you're meeting his mum who you like so much and now he is standing in front of you, early in the morning with a look that could kill. Just finally for a few days you didn't have to think about him and his grumpy confusing ass and now he is in front of your apartment.

YN? Is something wrong? - Gabriel showed up behind you, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants. Charles glared at him, with such a disapproving undertone. Yes - you could cut the tension with a knife. I'd like to talk to YN. A.L.O.N.E. Ehm, yeah sure… - Gabriel looked at you, lost in words. Looking like a lost puppy. Cannot blame this guy. Even you were scared of him. Damn this guy has something in him, something that scared you yet intrigued you, and you wanted to find out more. But you clearly didn't want to admit that. As Gabriel was taking his stuff and leaving the two of you behind, planting a kiss on your cheek and saying bye to you, you bore your gaze to Charles again. The two of you just shared an intense gaze towards one another. He was the first one to break it though.

He was waiting till the last second when Gabriel finally left the space you occupied together. Then he made himself feel like at home by passing by you and going straight to the kitchen. Without any words. Ehm sorry???, but what is going on? - he looked at you upside down, hating the fact you wear some other guy's t-shirt. You thought that he is simply disgusted by you being half naked. But - the truth was rather opposite. You went to change your clothes and came back. You really couldn't play this game much longer. You couldn't even stand his stares on your half naked ass, looking so digusted so you gave up. (Whatever this guy's problem, I won't let him ruin my day.) Would like something to drink? Just water, thanks. - already sitting on the chair at the main table in the kitchen. Looking rather unbothered. As you poured the water to the glass, you turned back to him. Will you finally tell me what is this about?

[dojae-huh]

i couldn't imagine my ask would spark this much discussion from other anons. And im not a jw shipper like that anon accused me, i've been here since sticker era. it's just like huh check the timeline, it's 50/50 now, i won't discuss about it until there's more info about it.

Anyway, i really like the way mischievous jh randomly (the vid was cut but still) said he didn't need a coffee truck (to support him during the filming of his drama) but his full face looked at dy with full of anticipation haha and doyoung looked at him like "??" but to our surprise, johnny said he's already ordered (a coffee truck) for jh (im not sure he's being serious or not). I wonder if dy will send one to jh soon.

Since you're busy and maybe you haven't watched all the content during dy solo yet, there are 2 little things i notice. 1 is when dy slipped and mentioned jh name instead of saying 'suggest' (재현 - 제안) https://twitter.com/panyeey/status/1782331563679846828?t=Q5Cw71Be-jnGvsCLub0Lxw&s=19 i think if other idols mentioned another members name by mistake like this, normally they would laugh it off and make a funny joke to ease the atmosphere, but dy looks panic right away, stutter and repeat the correct words 2 more times haha why you have to be so nervous bunny lol remind me of the time he did it once during sticker era too lol

the 2nd one is johnny is on a good terms with dy, with how he was being mentioned by dy a lot, the part of he's a drink mate along with mk hc dy could pay an important part of their friendship

Miscommunications happen. It is especially easy to be misunderstood on i-net, where we have only text as means of communication and language barrier/cultural differences. Everyone should simply keep it in mind and give their opponents and conversationists some slack, not get all defensive right away.

I haven't watched solo promotional and new 127 content yet. Only the MV and some performances on music shows, Dingo, etc.

Link

Funny. It happens, when a name is said every day many times, so misplacements of similar words happen.

28:13

The woman on the background left, and the cameraman in black changed to a manager with a phone, Jaehyun finished eating, so enough time was cut off.

Tae didn't react to Jae's words, he was focused on texting on the phone. Do was alarmed. Taeil was ready to see an episode of his romcom, Woo lifted his head to focus on the people talking and understand what's the new topic, Yuta was distracted by his own thoughts, Johnny answered instantly.

Which makes me think Johnny and Jae had been talking about his drama. Maybe the food truck Jae sent to the staff. Johnny reacted too quickly, he continued on the topic he was involved in.

Johnny said "Already ordered", by Korean rules there was no pronoun. It can be I/we/someone. However, seeing the conversation and reactions, it was Johnny who sent it. There was a short moment, when Jaehyun seriously asked "Really?" (his back of the head to the camera, focus on JN). What's interesting is that JN was talking to Doyoung about the truck, heh. Yes, I ordered a truck for your boyfriend. Even Yuta got confused and said his joke to the wrong person.

JN was serious, he talked about choosing and sending a picture. ANd editors highlighted him with "what a man" comment. I expect the truck will be reveiled later.

But back to Jaehyun-ie. Yes, he was super cute being so sly, hinting he wants a food truck again from Doyoung. It was Johnny saying he will send a food truck, but Jaehyun looked sideways at Do.

Do's expression sends me. Jaehyun just earned himself something, because Do's face screams he miscalculated/forgot and needs to correct the situation. Some big gift is on the way.

Lol, It's been how many years, and Jaehyun is not different from that time he was saying it's OK to not receive anything from Doyoung on his BD, that he didn't anticipate, ShowChamp PDnims' congratulations were enough.

[warp--space]

Can... Can we get some enemies to lovers headcanons for you and All Might?

Oh boy. So uh. Welcome to the MySpace Universe.

General personality headcanons:

Rian aka Warp Space is a young and spirited hero in a mission in Japan to try to take down The World's Number One Villain. He knew he was probably in over his head... And yeah he was right, but he wasn't a quitter.

All Might is that villain, and he's a rough and tumble bastard who was not expecting a cute little portal-maker to try to go one on one with him. It would have been insulting... If the younger man wasn't so fucking adorable.

Rian has a day job at a coffee shop to keep the lights on, since he's young and "expendable" and going largely unpaid for his troubles.

All Might tracks him down and starts visiting the coffee shop in disguise. He knows everything about Rian, thanks to his extensive network of allies.

Rian knows fuck-all about him, since the Villain wears a mask and uses a voice modulator.

All Might is absolutely fucking fascinated by this odd little American who seems to have nothing but pure hubris and adorable determination on his side.

Warp Space is convinced that he can win EVENTUALLY. He just has to come up with a plan. And get All Might to let him catch him by surprise.

That will not be happening, because the villain is having way too much fun.

Most of their "fights" end up being playful little spars and witty banter, where All Might takes the kid just seriously enough to make it look convincing on camera. Wouldn't want him to get fired and sent back, after all.

Relationship Headcanons:

All Might swears up and down he was joking at first. He was just pulling people's legs. He was just being teehee haha funny... But the fact remains that when he first asked the young barista out and took him to The Mighty Need Bar to parade him in front of the other villains... They got along really well. Too well.

Rian ended up getting a big crush on the nice older man with beautiful eyes and an oddly familiar way of speaking. It also helped that this man frequently left him $20 tips, and the young hero was too much of a gentleman to let that go without thanking him in some way... What harm could one date do?

The morning afterward when Rian and Toshinori both woke up slightly hungover in the older man's bed, with nothing but bed sheets covering them and no less than 3 used condoms in the vicinity, they both realized that sometimes a joke and an act of gratitude could both be taken a liiiiiittle too far.

But in for a penny in for a pounding, they started dating. Rian still didn't know the man's identity. Toshinori didn't plan on telling him.

But boy if those saucy rooftop confrontations didn't suddenly seem a little more flirtatious.

To the point where, more than once, the hero found himself pinned to a wall by very strong arms while All Might monologued to high heaven about shit like The Weather.

And...

Things took a turn one day when Rian was at the coffee shop the day after a """fight""', sporting a black eye that All Might very much did not give him.

"What happened, Kitten?!" "Nothing, I'm fine." "Don't give me that. Who did it?" "All Might." "Not that I don't think you're tough, but if one of that guy's punches had connected your head would have been blown clean off. Who. Did. It?" "Just... Just this guy that walks by sometimes when I'm on my way home. He saw me putting my wallet in my pocket. That's it." "I'm driving you home after work. You're grabbing some of your stuff, and then staying at my place for a while." "I... Are you sure?" "Very."

The dude was never seen again except on a Missing poster, and Rian's staying over went so well that they ended up moving in together... With Rian still not realizing who he was living and sleeping with.

Aaaand that's as far as this AU goes at the moment.

[the-travelling-witch]

guess who's alive? exactly, me!! :D *slumps down and never gets up* (sorry in advance this will be quite the long ask >_<)

i get the feeling of fried brain, my session just finished ;-; #neveragain (wish i could say it for real tho) it's not a problem if you can't add much ahah, really, so don't worry :3

i feel you, my rbf isn't of any help but luckily those who receive my love know it and about the rest i don't care °v° and as i said (i think) as long as you're genuine i don't think that's a problem, honestly is what matters ^u^

yeah i noticed the game and noticed only now i forgot to ask you a question but now head is empty so whatever 🫠 if you say so then brb gonna go buy pencils for xiao and you so you can fill each other's skin with drawings and writings eheh~

me too honestly, i just need to relax, eat good food and sleep for hours trapping the indigo menace in a cuddling hug >:3 for movies i'm down bad for pixar but indie and artsy sounds good too 👀 and slow dancing at night is just something sooo cute and sosksiskdjsjskwj i'm down bad pt2

we can agree that villainous fictional men >>>>>>>>> goody two-shoes hero, but morally grey characters deserve a mention of honor, a whole hall just for them @^@

NOW, ONTO THE NEW MODERN SERIES FIC FUCK I'M SO EIDJWKSNDKWJWOSJSIHS

childe you cocky little menace with that shit-eating grin 🤺 i love this type of grin it sends me on cloud nine but also actives my fighting spirit lmao

i loved every word and the implicit mention of scara's partner and childe's being colleagues, what a chaos putting those two in the same room because of their lovers (saw the other asks, died of laughter)

it had me going 👀 when reader went "one coffee for the mystery man" LIKE MAN THE AUDACITY i would have prayed the universe to swallow me especially after ginger's reply folsdoodsj so good really

also, a curiosity: since you mentioned yanqing (my son <3) does this mean that gi and hsr men will interact more often, being in the same universe? tbh knowing some characters either they will get along well or a big fight would start the moment they see each other pfft-

anyway, i think that i covered everything so that's all! as always, take care, drink water and coffee, eat healthy and sleep well at night, you can do this! and good luck with uni :3

bye bye~

— ❄️

hii great to see you back and good job on surviving!! i’ll put the answer under a cut for brevity’s sake haha

well i hope i sound and look genuine bc sometimes i feel like i don’t and if i try to sound more excited, people would probably think i’m faking it; but yeah my friends probably know by now how i act so i think i should be good :>

don’t force yourself to participate if you can’t come up with something, i promise i still have enough material to go through (me, typing a novel for a moot’s entry /aff); whenever i doodle on my arm i normally just use ball point pens or eyeliners but i also saw people using like actual colours for painting/body paint and i really want to try that; having someone drag a brush and paint over your back must be such a funny feeling <3

i’m not watching a lot of films right now, so i can’t say what my favourite genre is but i do love a good animation (i still need to see the new spiderman aaahhh); speaking of going to the cinema: there’s sth so special about going there during daytime and coming back out when it’s dark outside; imagine walking home after the film with your fave, he gives you his jacket against the chill of the evening and you laugh and joke as you discuss the film you just saw until he gently grabs your hand and starts twirling you around under the light of a street lamp… *sigh* what a dream (frantically scribbles into my notes for the modern au hshsh)

i just think villains and morally grey characters just are much more fun to explore; would i want hazbin hotel’s alastor to be real or would i like him if i met him? no because he is/was a serial killer, but in fiction? fascinating, intriguing, fun to explore; fiction just gives us the means to explore these morally not so cool actions and mindsets without most of the consequences, and i love that (also it really is sexy if a bad guy drops everything for their love; who wouldn’t want to be their partner’s priority; also also, villains with their own set of moral code, like ‘sure i’ll burn down a city but hit a woman? i would never’)

childe activates my fighting spirit in general, like come over here and let’s bicker, you gorgeous idiot, and maybe i’ll kiss you afterwards <3 and also yes that grin… it might be here bc of the writer’s bias…

i just had to make them colleagues!! please just imagine them gossiping about their bfs after work or during the double date the readers are just talking the night away whereas childe and scara just have this icy atmosphere around them, but the second their partners look over they melt bc they’re just so in love dorks, all of them

and omg yes, thank you for mentioning it, i’ve been dying for someone to point it out: it’s official, it’s a genshin/honkai shared au!! it’ll be mostly genshin with some hsr characters but yes!! they’re sharing the same universe, they will be interacting (now we wait for someone to mention the company vizion is signed under… i wonder who works there… /silly)

thank you, make sure to take care of yourself as well!! <3

[creepyschoolgirl]

I decided write more of these things of my self insert x Johan because I have fun doing it!

I sometimes think what happens if we have fights. I think Johan would give us some space between us so we both can cool down. He first to apologize and i always apologize too then after we make up he buys us food and we cuddle rest of the night.

Johan never really snaps or rises his voice but one time he did when I was getting those thoughts again about thinking he be happy without me. He only rise his voice once and snapped but more of crying awhile yelling little bit because I unintentionally hurt his feelings because of my paranoid thoughts but he noticed he scared me because he realized he basically yelled at me. He felt awful for that then he just goes hide in a other room for a couple hours.

I get inspired when I talk to friends and see things I like about some fics and stuff with him. But mostly keep him in character. I do have this idea he can be a good boyfriend but he loves eat up my attention definitely when I am FaceTiming my friends he tries to give me kisses and nuzzle his face up to mine! I am usually try tell him I will give him cuddles when I get off the phone and if I am not FaceTiming my friends when it just calling he will lay on me or drape himself around me. “ Julia come on it’s 9am I want go back bed.” “ Okay, after I am done talking to my parents I will go back bed with you you little attention hog!” He even gets jelly when I talk to my parents on the phone.

Also we share drinks sometimes because he wants mostly wants what I am drinking. “ Julia can I have some of your Snapple?” “ sure Johan you can have some.” R.I.P. my Snapple because he be drinking all of it!🥲 But I steal some of his coffee from Starbucks so it’s even haha!

I think I did mention before that we go away for weekend. I think we go out of town and shop a little we also get a nice hotel he gets us nice glass of wine. Then we take a nice bath together because I feel like he get a hotel with a nice bathroom and has nice tub for us soak in.

I love imagining waking up and him trying burry himself more into me because he doesn’t want get up quite yet. I brush my fingers through his hair so he can feel even more relaxed when he sleeping on me. Johan is very much a strange man because he will sleep on me or sleep on my stomach depending on how he feels because he wants be close to me as possible. But I mentioned our sleeping habits kinda before so yeah we love cuddling each other and laying on each other.

I been having a lot of back pain lately so I am thinking about lately Johan just rubbing where my back hurts. He definitely is good at it because he definitely relaxes me when he does it this man is really good with his hands! Oh my gosh that sounded so wrong!

Also not only Johan let’s me practice my make up on him he lets me paint his nails sometimes lol. He always chooses black or a really dark color he don’t really mind it! He enjoys these cute things I do he wish would had with his sister when they were kids but sadly they were separated. Sometimes he wears mascara but sometimes he wears eyeliner buts around very close friends and his sister. Lol yes, I got the mascara idea from the fandoms joke he must wear mascara or something because that man had pretty eyelashes 🤣!

Johan I feel like gets bit overprotective with me and I am the same way with him sadly that can cause us fight a little bit. But, We always make up at the end he always gives me a big old hug and i burry my face into chest. Also when we do get overprotective of each other it’s kinda funny because I will randomly grab his arm or he will pull me close to him.

Johan and I were once eating something spicy for dinner my stomach started to hurt this man when we laid down together rubs my stomach so I can feel better. He kisses the side of my head too and i slowly start dozing off in our bed.

This is the last one for right now!, I love it when he gives me so much praise for doing something even if it’s small and I do the same for him. He always makes it so special too because he will pick me up bridal style and giving me kisses awhile saying how proud he is of me!

I hope you guys like it I am always looking forward for some feed back!

[star-mum]

I'm finally free from my prison (this semester is finally over, thank god), lets absolutely go gamers

y'all know im skipping the cw cause I love letting Sunny surprise me 😔

"beeping of the coffee machine where Dick had it pre-set to go off at an ungodly hour" the one time I wouldn't beef with this man is early in the morning cause he has coffee READY even before I wake up (and he probably likes super strong and bitter) (so do I) (i add a lot of shit to it so it balances out the sweet 😚)

"What else would a good girlfriend do?" ... you mean beside sucking his di- (I'll drive these kinda jokes into the ground idc)

"you did see the appeal of The Tower now being completely empty" yeeeeaaaaaaaah

"It was an oversized hoodie that you and Gar often shared" :3 fat reader baby lets goooo

"with his puppy asleep on his knees" non ironically Krypto the superdog was THE dc content of my childhood (besides teen titans) so you cannot imagine how much I cheered when the dog showed up in the show

"dream of your parents’ double murder" 😧😧😧

"ripping apart a group of men... making them bloody in order to save you" im sorry but this is The Most Line Ever

"Nobody else looked as good with blood dripping from their teeth" nothing quite like a man covered in blood

"The way he bit down on your lip whenever you gripped his cock just the right way" i wanna give this man head so good, that not even jerking off is good enough to make him cum

"Disappointingly, you and Gar had never actually had sex before" WHAT ("why am i gasping? i already knew that")

"shirt with a cartoon of Link from The Legend of Zelda on it" haha, nerd ! (I'm begging and pleading for him to info dump the entire plot to me)

"you did feel slightly guilty for disrupting his sleep with your lustful corrupting force" Gar can sleep when he's dead, now whip out that monster co-

"So he had unintentionally shown off his ‘goodies’ on more than one occasion when transforming" that first scene when they're "testing/showing" they're powers will never Not be funny to me

" light trail of hair leading down from his belly button and dipping into his pants" i need to be sedated

"And then he simply never wore them in his off-time because once he had stopped, he found them too uncomfortable to wear casually" is this also okay for the tmi jar cause uhhh fucking same, my dude

" seven inches long - about nine inches long when he was fully hard" MONSTER COCK ! MONSTER COCK ! MONSTER COCK !

"G-good morn-ning.” He said, voice tight and raspy" i think this (the way his voice sounds) would've nuked me cause wooooow

"his hip muscles seized tight as the urge to fuck your mouth overtook his body" 😔 we could've had it all rn, my boy

“This is so awesome!” Gar’s voice was pure enthusiasm as he grinned widely at you" he's such a puppy, I can see a tail wagging

"So fucking perfect. You are a goddess, I swear" 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

"while yours settled on his gorgeous, plump ass" EQUALITY !!!!!

"Just get inside me. Please" thoughts and prayers for our bravest (horniest) soldier 🫡

"You knew that you would likely have difficulty walking after this, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to care" IS FIIINEEEE !!! HE'S STRONG !! HE CAN CARRY US WHERE WE NEED TO GO !!!

"When your hand found its destination, Gar was quick to smack it away" 😮😮😮😮 OKAY

"Mine.” He grunted, his voice almost unrecognizable" the memories of Rut Gar <33

"I wanna - I wanna see your pretty ass.” baby boy, baby

"Wanna grab it. Wanna fuck you from behind.” my fucking boyfriend who sPITS IN NY MOUTH (this is the thought that led to a thought by the way skskskdk)

tmi jar: as shared before (i think) i LOVE when characters get verbally graphic like this SPECIALLY when they're usually soft/not like that at all

"Take it, fucking take it // You knew that those words - his voice in that ravenous tone, it would echo inside of your mind forever" again, VERY TARGETED *actively loves it*

"He would end up with some very weird shit in his search history" his knot, his business 🤷🏻‍♀️

"What if we have to call 9-1-1 and get my dick surgically removed?” as funny as that would be

"mixture of your wetness and his own cum, and god - the smell" this is where i get fucking DISGUSTING about it ✨

"It would be rude to wake you. But maybe - he didn’t have to" and the masses fucking cheered

"but you had requested pasta for dinner. And he was nothing if not a servant of your every need" can we add this to his wiki page?

"“I also made cookies, but they turned out weirdly… flat.” is okay baby we can just add more butter next time... or less... i forget

"causing the butter to melt before it actually started cooking" hell yeah is butter related, lets go bakers

Precious Time Alone

Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader

aka the fic where Gar has a knot

Summary:

Even with the ability to see the future, you never would have guessed that your life would lead you to falling in love with the perfect man - someone sweet, caring, funny, cute. Someone with the passion and fire to protect the ones that he loves no matter what. A precious guy with green hair who had the ability to transform into a tiger at will. And when you finally made love to him for the first time, you never could have guessed how that unique ability affected his sex life.

You weren't exactly complaining, but you wished you had seen this coming. At the end of the day, it was just another thing about him to love.

Or - Neither you nor Gar knew that he has the ability to knot, and you both find out for the first time when you have sex together.

Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 2, Episode 9.

Word Count: 11,800

DC Titans Masterlist | AO3 Link

THIS IS A RE-POST. This is a fic from my old blog (a blog that was shadowbanned, forcing me to move). This fic is not stolen, it is completely mine, and I am just re-posting it to help people find my new blog, to make my masterlist for this fandom more complete, and to help new people discover my old fics.

Detailed warnings and author’s notes below the cut.

Important Note: for reference, this is not an A/B/O fic - I have nothing against A/B/O fics and I love them very much (it's one of my favourite genres, and I really need to write more A/B/O fics and post them) - the reader character is 100% human and does not have any traits that fall into the A/B/O category. This fic is based off the concept that Gar has a knot due to his animal traits/animal DNA, and it is something that happens to his body because of his ability to transform into an animal. This could be considered a hybrid fic, but Gar's knot is the only animal trait he possesses during sex. If this is your thing, I hope you enjoy. If not, come back later, and I might have something more your style. Or you can check out my masterlist in the meantime.

Warnings: the reader character has a vagina and uses she/her pronouns; this is an established relationship - Gar and the reader have been dating for a while now; mentions of canon events from S1 and S2 (so there is some spoilers from the show - if you haven't seen the show yet and you want to watch it unspoiled, be warned); mentions of canon level violence, including Gar being tortured at the asylum; this is set during 2x09 when Gar is 'home alone' (and the reader is there with him); the reader character suffers from insomnia; the reader character does have powers but they don't really have major involvement in the plot of this fic (idk if I should have even labelled this as 'powered!reader') - the reader character has psychic visions; mentions of clothes sharing - the reader is implied to be bigger/plus sized because Gar wears her clothing and it's 'oversized'; the reader is attracted to Gar's more 'animal' side - she admits to being attracted to him because he protected her with his powers; this fic does use Y/N (I am a proud Y/N truther); Gar and the reader have engaged in sexual acts before (handjobs, fingering, oral) but this fic features their first time having penis in vagina sex; Gar's knot is a surprise to both of them due to it being their first time having penetrative sex (his dick only swells up once it gets inside of her body); though this is both of their 'first times' with each other, I didn't put any big emphasis on virginity in this fic, especially because they have done other sexual acts before; this could be considered Crack Treated Seriously - but like I said, my brain just took the concept and ran with it; there is something in this fic that could be considered consensual somnophilia - the reader character starts performing oral sex on Gar in order to wake him up, but she's not specifically turned on by the fact that he's sleeping, and there is an unspoken consent due to them being in a relationship; this whole thing fluctuates from making love/passionate sex to rough, animalistic sex; slight praise kink - Gar verbally praises the reader and compliments her a lot; there isn't really defined roles here, but Gar is more dominant and the reader is more submissive; as mentioned before - penis in vagina sex; unprotected sex - they don't use a condom (the lore of knots and condoms bothers me anyway, like how would a condom not break under those circumstances??); possessive!Gar; biting kink/marking kink (Gar bites the reader - a lot); Gar cums inside the reader - a lot, because of his supernatural dick (though this doesn't quite make it to cum inflation levels); Gar knots the reader (if you don't know what that is, just stay away); creampie kink - NOT breeding kink; there is mentions of pregnancy in a discussion after the sex is over, but not in the breeding kink sense (Gar and the reader both want kids and there is no mentions of alternate forms of birth control, so if that gives you the ick then don't read this one); slight warning for VERY BRIEF painful sex/pain after sex - Gar tries to pull out not knowing what the knot is and accidentally hurts the reader's vagina because of it (the pain only lasts for a few seconds, and he stops trying to pull out once he is unsuccessful); scent kink - Gar loves the way you smell after being fucked by him; (I was not planning on adding a bonus scene when editing this fic, but it's Gar and I got carried away) more consensual somnophilia toward the end - Gar fingers the reader a bit while she is sleeping, and then he masturbates on top of her and cums over her thighs before cleaning her up (again, this is operating off the pre-existing consent in a relationship, or you can imagine that they had a consent conversation about this before the fic, idc); the ending of this fic is just pure fluff.

A/N: This is one that I wrote in 2022 and I had kind of forgotten about it? But I was going through my older fics on AO3 and I was like 'omg I love that fic, I forgot how much I love that fic'. And because I am trying to post some easy stuff before my move (which will be exhausting and it will mean that I will post pretty much nothing for a few months) - I realized that this fic was an easy re-post because it didn't need a lot of work before being re-posted. So - here ya go! If you haven't read this fic before and you don't know what a knot is (in terms of fanfiction/smut): run away. Run away now. I don't need to be the one to corrupt you lmao. But yeah - this fic was inspired by someone on Tumblr (I wish I could remember who it was and link the post) posing the theory that if Gar is 'part animal', then he might have a knot. And my brain felt the need to exorcise that idea once it entered my mind and literally possessed me, and thus, this fic was created. I think it is one of my better Gar fics - with a very straightforward concept. And if this is your thing, I hope you enjoy it!

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It was entirely strange to wake up to the Tower actually being quiet. 

Well, quiet aside from the sound of Gar’s snores rumbling beside your head. But there was a lot less noise than usual. 

There was no distant beeping of the coffee machine where Dick had it pre-set to go off at an ungodly hour. No grunting of Jason training because he couldn’t sleep. No rumbling bass tones of Rachel’s music where she played it aloud, thinking no one else could hear. 

No arguing voices. 

Strangely, that was something you missed most of all. You had come to love the chaos of so many people living in your new home. And you had secretly hoped that Dawn, Hank, and Donna would stick around for a while, even if they insisted that they were just going to take care of the Dr. Light problem and leave once again. With them cooking meals and hogging the TV, it had started to feel like a real family. 

You had definitely not expected all of the Titans to barrel out faster than cockroaches fled from light when Dick told them of his past transgressions. But boy - they fucking ran. And naturally, when Gar volunteered to stay at the Tower with Conner in order to hold down the fort, you stayed with him. 

What else would a good girlfriend do? 

You had stuck by him through everything else, so of course you would stick by him through this. 

And even though you missed everyone dearly, and you worried about the long-term impact that Dick’s confession would have, you did see the appeal of The Tower now being completely empty. You would be lying if you said that it didn’t bring some salacious thoughts to your mind. 

Maybe it was that morning silence, truly reminding you of the lack of occupants in the house - or the burning hum between your thighs that had you awake at this hour in the first place. But you couldn’t sleep, and now your mind was brimming with better, hornier things that you could be doing with your time. (Things that you likely already would have started if Gar had been awake along with you.) 

You were sometimes jealous of his ability to sleep so well. Typically, sleep was an area that you did very poorly in. 

Usually, having Gar’s intense warmth curled up next to you did help. And you thanked that perfect human furnace for what little sleep you had gotten the night before. Especially after all the anxiety and the fighting, and the unexpected charge of everyone leaving so suddenly. 

You lifted your head from Gar’s rumbling chest as he snored and snorted away and you looked at the clock on his nightstand - 4:15am. You sighed deeply to yourself and decided to get out of bed. You knew from your experience with insomnia that it was no use trying to fall back asleep again. 

You untangled yourself from Gar’s grasp, careful not to wake him - and then you grabbed a piece of clothing off the floor to shield yourself from the morning chill. 

It was an oversized hoodie that you and Gar often shared. It had originally started off as yours, but now your things had migrated into Gar’s room and it seemed like your lives were easily blending into one. He found himself wearing one of your socks mix-matched with his own, and he often slept under a fuzzy throw blanket you had brought when you moved into The Tower. You used his body wash in the shower, and had some of his nerdy pins on your backpack. 

It always just felt right. 

The hoodie smelled delightfully like your boyfriend - and you couldn’t help but to press the fabric to your nose with a small contented sigh while you walked down the hallway to check on Conner. 

The young man was still deeply unconscious - not making a single movement or a flicker of acknowledgment toward you when you walked into the room. His vitals were stable, with his puppy asleep on his knees. The dog looked at you with curious eyes as you checked on the machines and even used a stethoscope to listen to Conner’s heart just to make sure that he was doing alright. Krypto made no moves to get off the bed, entirely protective of his half-human companion. You shut off the light and partially closed the door as you left (leaving enough room for Krypto to get out if he wanted to). 

Then, without much else to do, and feeling a slight grumble in your stomach, you went to the kitchen. You ate a bowl of cereal as you scrolled your phone, listened to music, and checked for messages from any of the other Titans. There were none. 

After you had eaten, you were still bored and the sun wasn’t even up yet - so you decided to take a shower. 

As the hot water poured over your body, you couldn’t help but think of Gar. 

The two of you had been together since your psychic powers led you to Scooter’s Roller Palace. 

Before that, you had lived a somewhat normal life, even with your visions. You had the very typical ‘loving family, suburban home, thriving at school’ type of life. 

You had been trying to achieve your goals while completely ignoring your visions. 

Visions that you had previously denied had even been able to predict the future - until a horrifying dream of your parents’ double murder came true. You were unaware at the time that the same doomsday cult that was attempting to track down Rachel was also looking for you. A group that had been watching your abilities carefully and wanted to use you to track Rachel and to perceive better outcomes for ‘their work’. 

So with the realization that you could see the future, you knew that you had to act. Especially with visions of the dark, crumbling end of the world plaguing you. You let your powers guide you to that roller rink in search of a purple haired girl who could save everyone and a green haired boy who could transform into a tiger. And since then, you hadn’t let him go. 

It was only when you had been captured at the asylum that you and Gar became truly close. The day that he had first come to your rescue. 

The ‘scientists’ there hadn’t been unable to taunt or shock him into his transformation like they had been planning to. But the moment he had heard your screams of torture and torment from down the hall, he had transformed into the tiger and ripped the cage’s door off its steel welded hinges with his teeth just to get to you. 

When he witnessed them torturing you in an attempt to demand predictions of the future out of you - Gar had snapped. And then, a bizarre vision that you’d had years ago came to life before your very eyes. A vision of a giant green tiger ripping apart a group of men in white lab coats, making them bloody in order to save you. 

He later told you, as you were traveling on the train, that he had never harmed another person before that. He had never used his powers to harm someone before that. But he also told you that he absolutely didn’t regret it. He had told you that if it meant that he got to save you, then he would do it a thousand times over. And that was something that warmed your heart and drew you to him like a moth to flame. 

If you had a schoolgirl crush on him before that, then in those moments, it grew into a heated, womanly lust. You started falling in love with him on that day. 

That animalistic strength, that passion, that courage was what had drawn you to Gar immediately. He claimed it was ‘hero syndrome’ - the thing that made you pull him close and kiss him on the train. The thing that made you call him your boyfriend. He claimed it was only because he was the one that saved you, and if it had been someone else, then you wouldn’t have ended up with him at all. 

But no - nobody else had the primal drive that he did. Nobody else had the same protective instincts that he had. Nobody else looked as good with blood dripping from their teeth. 

It was a dangerous thought to have. But it was one that got your clit throbbing every single time. 

Of course, you loved Gar for all of his soft parts. You loved him for his dorky smile, his smooth laugh, his shy gaze. He was a soft place to land when you were hurt, upset - when you needed comfort the most. But you also loved him for his sharpened edges - his undeniable passion, the way he wouldn’t hesitate to harm an enemy when it came to protecting the ones he loved. The way he bit down on your lip whenever you gripped his cock just the right way. 

You sighed hard through your nose as the water went cold around you. Had you really been in the shower for that long?

Disappointingly, you and Gar had never actually had sex before. 

You had done plenty of sexual things - but it always felt rushed, and it never quite scratched that itch in the way you needed it to. 

The fact that the two of you were pretty much never alone together meant you never had the time to indulge in each other, to properly touch each other the way that you really wanted to. Everything you did together was always quick and haste. Grabbing and groping each other through clothes, shoving your hands into each other’s pants, panting breaths down each other’s throats, desperate to cum as quickly and quietly as possible. 

You wanted nothing more than to feel every single inch of his naked skin against yours. You wanted to be able to spend hours worshiping his body, getting your tongue onto every perfect muscle you had seen when he trained shirtless. You spent far too long fantasizing about him laying you down in the middle of his bed and pounding into you, roughly and savagely - showing off that animal side you loved so much. 

As you wrapped a towel around yourself and wiped the steam off the mirror, you realized something absolutely wicked. The house was empty. This was the perfect opportunity to get exactly what you wanted - what you needed from Gar. 

You dried off your body, abandoning the fresh clothes you had brought into the bathroom with you and simply walking down the hallway naked. It was a strange feeling, to say the least. You were aware of the fact that there were cameras in literally every common area of the Tower (as Gar had pointed out to Rose a few days prior) but you took for granted that nobody would have to review this footage for any reason. 

You slipped into Gar’s room, where he was still fast asleep - splayed out on his back, his jaw wide open as he puffed out air and snorted loud snores. 

He was adorable, almost innocently so. He was so peaceful when he slept. He was wearing a tee shirt with a cartoon of Link from The Legend of Zelda on it - something you only knew about because he had explained it to you in great detail. His green hair was messy in a beautiful way that suited him, his limbs sticking out from the covers at odd angles. Even though you did have some idea of the not-so-innocent things he thought about you on a regular basis, you did feel slightly guilty for disrupting his sleep with your lustful corrupting force. 

(Just not guilty enough to stop what you were about to do.) 

With the morning sun rising at your back, just slightly orange through the curtains, you pulled up the covers and crawled in on top of Gar. Instantly, you were warmed by the natural heat radiating off his body. Apparently something about his ‘condition’ - that thing that made him half-animal, also made him incredibly warm. At any given time, his skin was near-burning, almost like a fever to the touch. It made him so pleasant to sleep beside, so nice to hug and cuddle up against. It was just one of the many, many things that made him the perfect boyfriend. 

With that heat gathered under his blanket like a sauna, it almost made you want to lay down on top of him and fall asleep again. But the prominent hum between your thighs was a bit more persistent - and you knew that there would be plenty of time to fall asleep with Gar later. His clothes did slightly irritate your sensitive, bare skin - you knew that you wouldn’t have to tolerate the feeling for long. 

Gar liked being naked more than you did. So he certainly wouldn’t mind you undressing him. You knew the only reason he even bothered to sleep with clothes on was because of the general pretense of others being around. 

You pressed yourself on top of Gar, not worried about your weight disturbing him - not after the many times he had told you how much he enjoyed the feeling of being cuddled with you laying fully on top of him. You pulled the covers up over your body as the chill of the room bit at your still somewhat damp skin, and you leaned in to kiss across Gar’s neck. He moaned quietly in his sleep and began to stir. 

You smiled to yourself, loving the feeling of his muscles so relaxed underneath you. It was something that had been too rare as of late - with all the intense training sessions, and the stress of Rose being brought into your home, Jason being kidnapped, and then Conner being shot. For the past few weeks, whenever you had hugged Gar or cuddled against him in bed, he had been nothing but a tense ball of stress. 

You certainly understood that stress. He was worried for his friends and wondering what would happen next. Even though you had the ability to see the future, you couldn’t simply predict what would happen on a dime. You had helped to secure Jason’s safety, but you had been nervous that the others wouldn’t be able to get to him in time. Even though everything had worked out in the end (debatable, seeing the emotional scars Jason had come away with), the stress had taken a toll on you and Gar. 

Life as a Titan was stressful. And you knew that you and Gar were both well deserving of a break. Even though Gar marked this as a tense fracturing of the group, something else to stress about, you knew that everyone simply needed a break. 

And you knew exactly what kind of relaxation Gar deserved now that you had the time on your hands. It was something you hadn’t been able to give him since a late night in the bathroom many weeks ago, when he had to muffle his moans into a hand towel for fear of being caught. You laid a few more gentle kisses against the skin of his neck, and then began to descend downward. 

You wiggled yourself completely under the blanket, loving the warm cave that it created around you - a pleasant fog of Gar’s body heat that easily made your cheeks scorch. It raised your body temperature more already, and made your cunt clench in anticipation. 

Of course, you were going to focus on him first. You pushed his shirt up his stomach, gathering the fabric lazily around his midsection, not really making an effort to take it off. You appreciated the skin that was revealed to you, especially seeing as every single part of him was beautiful. 

You had seen him naked before.

Gar was a smart person - but he wasn’t always clever. So he had unintentionally shown off his ‘goodies’ on more than one occasion when transforming into that mighty tiger that you loved so much. He didn’t always rush to cover himself if he thought that nobody was looking. It was a strange juxtaposition - the fact that you had made him cum before, but you had only seen him completely naked when he used his powers publicly. 

During the times when you had been intimate, you had both been forced to keep most of your clothes on - your trysts entirely secretive, shoving your hands down each other’s pants or dropping to your knees and taking his cock out, keeping everything haste and ready to easily redress in case someone came upon you. 

Now, you were more than ready to make love to him. You were fed him with never having enough time - never having enough of him. You so badly wanted to have your naked body pressed against him completely; to have him naked in bed for hours where there would be absolutely no disruptions. Your pussy throbbed with excitement at the very thought. 

(Perhaps Dick coming clean of his transgressions and pissing off all the Titans had been the best thing that had ever happened to you. Not that you would ever admit that out loud.) 

You kissed along the now exposed skin of Gar’s stomach, loving the little moans he let out as you did so. Clearly, he was still floating somewhere in sleep, his sounds still dull and adorably sleepy. Perhaps on his way to waking up as your wet mouth worked a trail down to the edge of his sweatpants. 

His stomach muscles flexed under your touch as your tongue darted out and traced the light trail of hair leading down from his belly button and dipping into his pants - definitely one of your favorite things about him. You laid a few more light kisses near his hip, causing more cute little jolts, before you lovingly eyed the outline you saw forming inside his pants. Even though the fabric, his cock looked perfect. 

You knew that Gar pretty much never wore underwear. 

It was something he had given up on because it was just another article of clothing to rip off, previously impeding his transformations. And then he simply never wore them in his off-time because once he had stopped, he found them too uncomfortable to wear casually. It was a dirty little secret of yours - but you absolutely loved his commando lifestyle. 

It always made the outline of his dick so obvious through his clothes (even when it was soft). You had never admitted that you ogled him on a regular basis. Especially when he trained - his movements when sparing causing his cock to bob around and move in a devilishly delicious way. 

Maybe you were a bit of a pervert. At least, that’s what some people might call the way your mind worked. But you couldn’t really help it. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that you had found the most gorgeous man ever and he had a sex drive that seemed just as potent as yours. (Though - as previously mentioned - you had been horrendously impeded by a barrage of housemates and multiple crises interrupting your alone time. Until now.) 

You were quick to undo the tie on his sweats, and from there, all it took was a firm tug to get his pants down. The fabric became slightly trapped between the plushness of his ass and the bed - thankfully he was still limp and pliant with sleep, and you didn’t have to put too much effort into getting the clothing down. You took the edge of his pants down to just past his hips, letting his cock free. 

This gave you a perfect view of his long, thick cock - freshly awakened from its slumber and easily half-way to hardness. It was as remarkable as always - pretty pink cockhead (just like the sweet pink of his lips), pale and seven inches long - about nine inches long when he was fully hard. Tugging the fabric of his pants down a bit more, you gently pet your fingers over his round, full balls - one of your favorite parts of him, even if you felt shy admitting it aloud. 

You also loved his so beautifully Gar, bright green pubes. The first time you had seen that his green hair was so entirely all natural (well, natural since the injection of Dr. Caulder’s serum) - you had been shocked and absolutely amused. 

You loved every inch of him, and you definitely loved how this was a solid reminder of exactly who your boyfriend was, even when you were making steady eye contact with his dick. 

You placed your hands on the tops of his thighs and leaned in, taking the head of his semi-hard cock into your mouth. You couldn’t help but to be pleased with yourself, knowing that this was how he was going to wake up. His skin was delightfully smooth under your tongue and he tasted slightly of a musk that was so uniquely Gar. 

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, thumbing down over his balls as you bobbed your head down - with your tongue loose and your mouth wide open, you gave a few good, greedy slurps on his cock, simply enjoying the feeling of him hot and thickening up in your mouth as he became harder. You couldn’t help but to moan around him, and he let out a startled snort, and then a deep groan. 

You felt movement above you as his tired arms grappled with the covers - he was definitely awake now. 

His dick throbbed under your tongue as he swelled to full hardness - and you held back laughter as he momentarily pushed on your head through the covers. Clearly, still not quite awake enough to know what was going on - just enjoying the feeling of a warm mouth on his cock. You squeezed your grip tighter around the base and prodded your tongue into the slit, gentle and exploring, lapping up the first bit of precum that he leaked out. 

He let out a perfect shuddering gasp. 

“Wha-? Hmm? Y/N?” He mumbled out, confused in that tired, dumbly adorable way. 

A moment later, the covers were ripped off your head, ruining that lovely cave of warmth you had going, causing a rush of cool air to prick at your skin. With your lips wrapped around his cock, bobbing down over the first few inches of the mighty, thick beast while gently pumping at the rest with a casual grip, you looked up at Gar through your eyelashes. You attempted to look sweet, knowing how sinful you looked with your lips stretched around the girth of his cock. 

You suppressed a moan of your own when you taste more salty precum and his jaw dropped open with a broken moan. 

“G-good morn-ning.” He said, voice tight and raspy, partially from the haze of sleepiness and partially from the lust coating his throat. 

He propped himself up on one elbow and stared down the length of his body at you. He moved to wipe the sleep from his eyes, clearly stunned and awed to be woken up this way. His gaze was hazy with that half-awake look and his chest moved in thick beats as he began to struggle for breath, partially holding back his moans in a practiced way due to your living situation. 

You simply continued your actions, widening your lips to suck more of him down. You bobbed your head slowly as you took the first half of his impressive length like a popsicle, swirling your tongue around it and using your hand on the base. Gar’s chest became tight with trapped sounds, and his hip muscles seized tight as the urge to fuck your mouth overtook his body - but he held back with intense self-discipline. 

“You - oh - you-you’re naked.” He quickly observed, struggling to speak through the pleasure of your tongue on his cock. 

His eyes scanned over your naked body with intense hunger, and he rushed to move the blanket back more, wanting to reveal your bare ass and thighs. When he managed to do this, you quickly felt the coolness of the room against your bare pussy and realized just how wet you were. 

Gar’s eyes went wide in an almost cartoonish way as he drank you in. 

He had only been able to get glances at your naked body before - when you were coming out of the shower and flashed him in an attempt to rile him up, or during your trysts when he had been able to pull off pieces of your clothing, but not everything all at once. Now, seeing you entirely bared to him, in the warm light of the early morning, something that made your skin glow - it caused his heart to speed up inside his chest, and made his dick throb. It was something you felt under your tongue that brought you another thrill. 

You popped off his perfect cock with a wet sound, much to Gar’s disappointment, so that your mouth would be free to speak. 

“I had a shower.” You told him, giving him a little smirk. “I didn’t feel like bothering with clothes afterwards.” 

You leaned back in and licked a broad stripe across Gar’s dick as you waited for his reply, causing a sharp breath to shake his chest before he could speak. 

“But what if someone-?” He glanced toward his bedroom door, thinking of the other Titans. Thinking about the possibility of being disrupted yet again. 

Perhaps he had forgotten of the debacle that happened the day previous. You were quick to remind him. 

“No one else is home. Remember?” You said, your breath fanning out over his cock before you gave a few kitten licks to the leaking, pretty pink cockhead. 

Gar shuddered with delight, gripping the sheets with tight fists. He hadn’t really forgotten, but he had been hoping that someone else would have come home by now. That they all would have gotten over the argument and just wanted to be Titans again. But he couldn’t find himself too upset about those hopes being dashed with your hand pumping his cock and your tongue swirling around him like that. 

“Fuck.” Gar breathed out, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, desperate to compose himself. “What about - what about Conner?” 

“He’s still asleep.” You told Gar. “That lady - his Mom, guess? She said that he would be out for at least a few days.” 

You paused for a moment, and then, you gently confirmed:

“It’s just the two of us. We’re all alone.”  

You stopped your actions, simply holding his dick in your hand and looking up at him with a small grin, giving the words a moment to sink in. Gar stared down at you, letting it truly work through his brain.

The two of you were alone. You were naked. You were naked in his bed. You were holding his hard cock and you both wanted it to happen - very badly. 

There was nothing stopping the two of you. 

“This is so awesome!” Gar’s voice was pure enthusiasm as he grinned widely at you, his hands quickly moving to rip off his shirt. 

You sat back on your heels, giving Gar room to fully shed his clothing, knowing that he was likely just as excited to be fully naked and uninterrupted as you were. He was slightly clumsy in kicking off his pants - something that made you giggle as he got caught up in the fabric. After a moment of struggle, you reached out and helped him untangle the pant legs from around his ankles and toss the unwanted item to the floor. You were now both fully free and absolutely ready for each other. 

“C’mere,” You let out a joyous laugh, quick to pounce on Gar. 

The second that you were close enough, you got your mouth on his, engaging in hot, open-mouthed kisses while he wrapped his arms around you. He was quick to roll you onto your back, leaving you lying slightly awkwardly, diagonally on the bed with your ankles tangled in the sheets. Not that you cared about any of that for a moment - not with his whole body shadowing over yours, bringing more of that amazing warmth to cover you. 

Then, for the first time, you felt that ultimately satisfying press of pure skin on skin. The feeling made you both moan loudly into the other’s mouth as he leaned all of his weight onto you and pressed your bodies almost completely together, from knees to chests. You felt every single inch of him: his warm, muscled thighs pressing against your own, his hard cock up against your pelvis, creating a deep hunger that caused your pussy to throb hard between your legs, his smooth stomach and chiseled chest pressing against you - the beating of his heart racing in tandem with your own. It was topped off by the breath-taking sight of his big, brown eyes staring into yours as he looked down at you with utter adoration. 

It was so utterly perfect.

He leaned in for another long, hot kiss, and you moaned heavily into his mouth.  After a moment, he pulled away from the kiss with a nip on your bottom lip - something that made you whimper from the back of your throat. A hard, hot pain throbbed between your thighs as your pussy cried out for him, desperately needing him inside of you. 

You had waited far too long for this. His fingers had always felt good, but you knew that his cock would feel so much better. 

“So fucking perfect.” Gar told you, his voice taking on a deep, lustful rumble that had you clenching around nothing, yearning for the fullness of his cock inside of you. “You are a goddess, I swear.” 

As he said this, his eyes raked over your naked body with an intense heat that had you squirming. 

His voice caused even more heat across your skin - an intense tingling raking over you like goosebumps. You felt his words with the genuine intense passion that he intended them with, all the affection that boiled inside of him breaching out and spilling over you. It was something that made you feel more beautiful than any expensive dress or makeup ever could have. 

“You’re perfect too, Gar.” You echoed back, feeling lame and uncreative with the compliment, but absolutely believing it to be true. Every inch of him was something to love. Inside and out. 

Gar drowned any further words - perhaps afraid he would get too emotional - by shoving his tongue past your lips. He ran his hands up and down the sides of your body while yours settled on his gorgeous, plump ass. Your legs naturally fell open for him, your knees coming up to sit on either side of his thighs. 

You let out a moan as his tongue mingled with yours, his hips grinding into you, moving his cock against your mound and partially bumping against your swollen clit. It was a beautiful sharp shock that made you gasp and pull him closer into you. You wrapped your ankles around the backs of his knees, setting yourself in the perfect position to take his cock. 

You were dripping and needy, and you weren’t prepared to wait much longer. 

“Gar, please,” You moaned, pulling away from the kiss to puff the words out against his now wet lips. 

You angled your hips up in a way that directly dragged the wet folds of your pussy along his hardness, beginning to hump yourself against him, showing him the true depth of your desperation. This caused him to groan and buck into you. He echoed the movements right back, humping his cock along your pussy, rubbing across your clit again and sending sharp jolts through your whole body. 

This made you even needier. 

“Gar!” You gasped out in response. “Please!” 

Your voice was a lilting whine that you barely even recognized. Of course, only he could do that to you. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He mumbled back. 

His brow furrowed as he stared down between your bodies, clearly captivated by the sight of your pussy drooling wetness all over his cock. He was now very purposefully jutting his hips to slick that glossy wetness across his dick, to feel the essence of you covering him for the first time. 

“You want me to just-? You-? Are you ready?” He choked on his own words, his mind hazy with lust. 

“Yes.” You were becoming absolutely short on patience, your tone demanding. “Just get inside me. Please.” 

Gar simply grunted in affirmation, reaching down to use a hand on his dick to guide himself inside of you. You hitched a leg up over his hip, opening yourself up more to give him better access. It was only a single moment of staring at his concentrated face - something that was entirely arousing in the situation - before you felt it. 

The thick head of his cock breaching your slicked, needy hole. Your body was so prepared to take him, having taken his fingers (and your own thinking about this very moment) so many times before - you practically sucked him in. He let out a breathy, desperate sound as he let go of his cock and gently rolled his hips into yours, sinking home for the first time. 

It was something that made you dizzy. You were so fucking full. 

You knew how large his cock was - you had seen it, felt it in your hand - but having him fully inside of you for the first time - it knocked the air out of your lungs in the best possible way. The press of his pelvis fully against you, the slight coarseness of his pubic hairs up against your most sensitive skin, his heavy balls brushing your ass - all of it sent jolts across your skin and had your mind so beautifully blank. 

All you could do was grip onto him tightly, and let out a breathy moan of his name. 

“Gar.” 

“Y/N.” He moaned back, his voice absolutely thick with pleasure, lost in a deep haze as the feeling of your pussy clenching him for the first time. You were so perfect - so tight and hot around him, leaking wetness around the base of his dick. The feeling easily sent hot waves rolling over his body. “Fuck, so perfect.” 

He was absolutely smothered - the feeling of you gripping his cock like a vice driving him insane in the best way. His thighs quivered and he struggled for breath as he resisted the urge to pound into you - resisted the urge to selfishly chase his own pleasure inside the irresistible, velvety feeling of you. 

He didn’t want to hurt you. 

The last thing he ever wanted was to hurt you. 

There were the tiniest echoes of logic still chanting in his brain, screaming at him that he absolutely couldn’t risk hurting you. That he had to use self control. 

Even as he looked down at your gorgeous naked body, your tits heaving with your breaths, the slight gleam of sweat across your skin, your kiss-bitten lips, the gloss of lust that had come over your eyes. You were a sexy goddess; you were so perfect, and you made his cock ache, and he wanted to pound into you until you were screaming, and filled with his cum and dripping white around his cock. 

But he could never hurt you. 

���Move, please.” You begged. “Need you, Gar. Please make me cum.” 

With that perfect plea, how could he resist you? 

Any semblance of Gar’s scared self control flew out the window. 

And you became all too thankful for that. 

In seconds, it went from a feeling of perfect fullness to a blur of flesh, his hips pulling back and slamming into yours. His animalistic instincts kicked in, and absolutely took over. That thing in the back of his head chanting at him, telling him to fuck his cock into the perfect hot body beneath him without stopping. 

Don’t ever stop. 

That thing told him that he needed your pussy to live now - and he couldn’t find a lie anywhere in that feeling. 

He let out a growl that shook your chest - a sound that turned you on far more than you expected it to - causing you to let out a whimper in response. He gripped at your inner thigh, holding you open as he dug his knees into the mattress and pounded into you with impressive might. The thickness of his mighty cock splitting you opened caused sharp pleasure-pain shocks from your pussy that quickly stole your breath. You didn’t think that you would enjoy the slightly venomous bite of the pain so much, but mixing with the pleasure, it made you even more beautifully delirious. 

You knew that you would likely have difficulty walking after this, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

The pure force of Gar’s hips easily shook the whole bed. 

You were mildly aware of the headboard hitting the wall behind you - a sound that seemed so distant in your sex-hazy mind. It was easily drowned out by the wet, sloppy sounds of your pussy drowning his cock; the wicked slaps of flesh to flesh, and the whiny whimpers you let out. Followed by his near feral groans and deep growls that were absolutely programming a response into you that would likely get you untimely turned on the next time he transformed into the tiger. 

(But that was something you would have to mentally unpack later.) 

It was all so perfect. 

The hot, shocking tingles flowing from your pussy in waves, the perfect pain of his pelvis bruising you every time he slammed into you, splitting you open with his cock. But you needed one more thing. You reached a hand down, needing some form of touch on your throbbing clit. 

When your hand found its destination, Gar was quick to smack it away - something that surprised you. He had never been so rough with you during a sexual encounter before. You absolutely didn’t hate it, though. This new side of Gar sent dizzying waves through you. You fucking loved it. 

“No.” He said, his voice edging on a growl. 

He went so far as to grab your wrist and pin your hand down to the bed - and you let out another loud moan at the feeling. 

Before you could question him, he went on to answer the silent query - why didn’t he want you touching yourself? 

“Mine.” He grunted, his voice almost unrecognizable, coated hazy with lust. 

He moved his touch away from pinning your wrist down, and in a second, he had a thick thumb on your needy, swollen clit in place of your own touch. 

He was possessive - claiming your pussy entirely as his own. The action sent your spine into a sharp curve against the bed as you felt even more waves of white-hot pleasure shooting through you from the touch. He made quick, demanding circles against your clit in time with his hard thrusts, leaning down to dig his teeth into your neck as you desperately gripped at his upper arms for something to hold onto. 

“Mine.” He grunted again, the word solid and demanding against your neck. 

“Mine.” The second time, it became lost, a slur against his teeth as he bit down into your skin again. 

“Gar!” You gasped out. 

You already felt your orgasm coming to fruition, tight and hot in your belly. His touch was so perfect against you - he was so perfect. 

“All yours.” You murmured back, your throat tight and almost too weak to form words. You hoped he even heard and understood what you were saying. “Yours.” 

He sunk his teeth harder into your neck, a sharpness that stung in a delightful way, and then pulled back to lav his tongue over the blooming bite mark. 

“Mine.” He growled into your neck once more - a powerful, possessive statement that made you quiver. 

He pressed his thumb harder into your clit as he felt your pussy fluttering around his cock, as he felt your thighs jumping from pleasure, heard your needy whines. He knew you were tumbling over the edge. He gave a few good, hard slams of his hips - almost as if he was attempting to break your pelvic bone - but it was a roughness that had you gasping with delight, chugging air past your moans. It was a wonderful, harsh fullness that sent a perfect ache through your pussy. Gar played your body as well as played his favorite video games. 

He had you cumming around his cock with a strangled sound, digging your nails into his biceps so hard that you likely drew blood. 

“Fuck, Gar! Oh, oh!” 

It was a dizzying orgasm. Blood pumped through your ears, your whole body tingled - your pussy clenched down on his cock hard, as if determined to keep him inside of you. You felt like you were floating - the only feeling you had left being the hard throbbing where you were connected to him and the dryness of your mouth. Your tongue turned to sandpaper from being exposed to the open air by your slack-jawed moaning.  

You were beyond words. You couldn’t even get out the single syllable of his name, left gargling your own spit and gasping for breath as he fucked you through it and groaned into your neck at the wonderfully wet feeling of you cumming around him. 

He slowed his hips after a moment, still hard and throbbing inside of you, and moved his head up to lay gentle kisses across your hot cheeks and jaw as he finally moved his touch away from your almost numb clit.

“So perfect,” He murmured into your skin, clearly delirious with pleasure himself, his eyes closed as he leaned into your skin. “So beautiful. So good, Y/N. So good. I love you so much, baby. So much.” 

“I love you.” You breathed back. 

You were barely capable of speech, but you knew that you had to return it. Especially after something that spectacular. As you came down from your orgasm, you found yourself still hungry for him at the feeling of his thickness perfectly motionless and full inside of you. 

“Wanna make you cum,” You told him, your voice raspy and rough. 

He laid a gentle kiss on your mouth before he took a breath, gathering his words to make a request. He pressed his forehead gently into yours as he spoke. 

“Can you -?” He paused, attempting to think of the right words or gathering his breath to say it. “Can you turn around?” 

You were slightly confused by this. Fuck-drunk from your orgasm, feeling numb and positively unsure how to move - you had no clue what he meant. 

Gar saw this on your face and drew more words from his mind. 

“I wanna - I wanna see your pretty ass.” He spoke out, hot breath fanning across your cheeks. “Wanna grab it. Wanna fuck you from behind.” 

Those words sent a hazy wave of pleasure through you, and caused you to unconsciously squeeze around his cock - which drew a whiny groan from him. 

“Yeah.” You told him. “Yeah, okay.” 

Gar hesitantly pulled out of you, drawing a small gasp of disappointment at the empty feeling. This left you absolutely gaping from the absence of his large cock. But it was only for a moment as you situated yourself and got comfortable with a pillow under your chest and one under your hips at Gar’s insistence. 

Though that pillow did little to support you, seeing as a moment later, he was using his animal strength to man-handle your hips into the air. He positioned you with your knees bent and your ass high up, your chest and face pressed into his orange tiger striped pillow case. 

He didn’t hesitate this time before plunging his cock back inside of you - something that had you absolutely alight with pleasure, showing the animal inside of him shining through. Especially as he let out another sharp growl and didn’t waste any time before he began drilling himself into your tight, wet warmth. 

“Fuckin’ love you.” Gar grunted out, his words quiet compared to the loud slapping of his hips against your ass as he fucked his cock deep inside your wanting pussy. “Love how you feel on my cock.”

His filthy words had you clenching around him, moaning out so whiny that you barely recognized your own voice. You were so pliant to Gar, so needy for him. But you loved it, because you loved him. You couldn’t help but to love everything about him. You felt like you belonged with his cock inside of you. 

“Love you too.” You gasped back, barely able to summon words at all with the powerful fury of his hips fucking into you. 

Gar groaned out, his head tilting up to the ceiling in a moan as he grabbed a handful of your ass. Just as he had promised, he took a possessive hold on the flesh, tight enough that it would likely leave marks behind. He pistoned his hips into you with a mighty fury, fluctuating between staring at the space where his cock disappeared into your dripping, wanting pussy, soaking his cock with your wetness, and closing his eyes for fear of cumming too soon at the delicious sight. 

You gripped the pillow underneath you, desperate to hold onto something. Your face was half-shoved into the fabric with some drool leaking from your open mouth onto the pillow case as you struggled for breath and involuntarily let out an increasingly loud string of moans and whorish cries for Gar. His cock was so perfect inside of you - a perfect, hot length filling you up. 

Your pussy was dancing somewhere between pain and pleasure, well used by him and tingling with shocks every time he fucked back into you with the sharp movements of his hips. So you almost thought you were mistaken when you felt that thing. That extra bit of thickness prodding to fight its way inside of you. 

“Gonna cum.” He grunted, his voice garbled down to a broken mess of consonances by now. At this point, one word syllables was all he was working with. 

He was already so big, it seemed impossible that there was more of him. But you definitely felt it. That extra bit of something at the base, that extra girth of his already impossibly long cock that he was shoving inside of you with each pass. More and more of him with each time he fucked his hips forward. 

It felt so fucking impossible. 

“Gar!” 

Your voice was a whiny, high-pitched howl that you couldn’t even recognize, a plea for him to slow down, or give it to you - you weren’t entirely sure. Your pussy ached with a hot fire that you had never felt before and you wanted more. You really couldn’t imagine him stopping at this point. If this was going to break you - then so be it. 

“Take it.” 

He growled, shoving his hips so close to yours, spreading your pussy open with the impossible thickness of his cock, and that even thicker thing blooming at the base. It felt like it was going to split you in half, but it felt too fucking good to stop. 

“Take it, fucking take it-” 

His words dissolved off into a shuddering moan as he gripped your ass even tighter, pulling you back into his pelvis, shoving his cock impossibly deep inside of you as your pussy somehow accepted his gigantic size. 

His words had you faint and hazy, the sound of his voice like that making you more drunk than any booze ever could have. You knew that those words - his voice in that ravenous tone, it would echo inside of your mind forever. It would be something that you thought about every single time that you touched yourself from now on. 

He leaned down to drape his body over yours - creating a wonderful slick of sweat and damp skin on skin that warmed you in the coolness of the room as he pressed right up against you. 

He mouthed at the back of your neck and across your shoulders, leaving more sharp lines with his teeth, determined to mark you. Your pussy was almost numb with the pleasure, absolutely throbbing around him, but the feeling of him swelling even more inside of you was unmistakable. Somehow, his already large and impressive cock was growing larger. 

In your babbling haze of pleasure, you couldn’t find your voice to relay this strange feeling to Gar. So you were only able to lay there and clutch at the pillow as he dug his fingers into your hips - hard and possessive, as he shoved his cock even deeper inside of you and began spilling his cum inside of you in hot, thick waves. 

“Y/N, fuck - love you,” 

Somehow, his cock continued to expand inside of you. It was an entirely strange feeling, but not an unpleasant one. It was something your body began to take pleasure in. Something that had you letting out a strangled moan as he bit at the back of your neck and groaned into your skin, gently humping his hips into you as he rode out his orgasm. 

He was so swollen and thick inside of you that it felt as though your pussy might burst, the outer ring of your muscles almost stinging with pain, stretched to the limit where the base of his cock was lodged inside of you. He was slick with your wetness, but not a single drop of his cum had leaked out from where you were locked together - you could definitely feel that. 

Gar moved to pull back, seemingly unaware of the strangeness going on down below. When he did so, a sharp pain rocked you as he pulled at your most sensitive, stretched-out muscles. 

You loudly winced in pain and he immediately stopped his movements. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, breath puffing out over your neck, his voice returning to its usual brightness as he was shaken from his pleasure haze by his worry for you. 

“Just stay still.” You instructed. 

Your legs were shaky, your muscles weak from the intensity of the sex. You were still high up on your knees where Gar had put you, tiredly trying to support your own body weight. Struggling with that task as your thighs quivered, so fucked out from his excellent job fucking you. You unconsciously squeezed yourself around him and he let out a groan - clearly still sensitive. 

He tried again to pull himself out, not yet understanding the situation, and you let out a sharp hiss of pain as the thickness of his cock tried to breach through you without success. He was stuck inside you. 

The realization flashed through your mind. Oddly enough, you knew exactly what was happening. One too many late nights plagued by nightmares (that had turned out to be glimpses of the future) had caused you to end up reading some… interesting fiction to fill your late night hours. So you knew what this was. At least, a fictional approximation of it. That’s what you get for dating a guy with animal DNA in his system, you guessed. 

“Gar.” You said, a warning in your voice. “Just. Stay. Still.” You gritted your teeth, praying he would listen this time. 

“What? What’s wrong?” He said, his voice quickly escalating with panic and worry. 

He raised his head up from your neck, moving to look down toward the space where you were joined, looking to inspect the problem. This was a movement that jostled things, and caused another a small jolt of pain. 

“Gar!” You gasped, voice warning him to stop once again. “Just - just lower us down so I can lay on the pillows, okay? Be gentle. Please.” 

“Why? I can just pull out, right? Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to, I swear, Y/N-” Gar began a rambling panic, and you knew the news you had to tell him wouldn’t calm him down at all. 

“You’re stuck inside me.” You told him. 

“Stuck?!” Gar shrieked with shock, his voice sharp right next to your ear in a way that made you flinch. “Wh-what do you mean? Did I do it wrong? Fuck - I must be the only guy who messes up having sex, I am such a fa-!” 

“It’s not your fault, Gar.” You said, quickly cutting him off. Your legs shook more, and you yearned to rest against the bed. “Just lower me down to the bed, please.” 

He began to do so, easing your joint bodies down toward the bed, letting your legs untangle and stretch out - the soreness from how roughly he had fucked you was already setting in. 

“What the hell is happening, then? How did I get stuck? I’ve literally never heard of this happening to anyone ever.” Gar said, clearly exasperated. 

He settled in, laying against you. As he put his weight against your back, his cock sank somehow even deeper inside of you. This sent latent shocks through your overly sensitive, worn-out pussy, causing you to let out a quiet whimper. 

“Sorry.” Gar mumbled as he heard the quiet sound. 

You really didn’t need him to apologize. It had been the best sex of your life. 

“Just - just pass me my phone.” You said. 

The only way you could think to properly explain it to him would be to look up some diagrams and perhaps show him your AO3 history. It was strange to see, and feel some of those wild fictional concepts coming to life right between your legs, but hey - at least you weren’t as unknowing and freaked out as him. 

Gar glanced at both night stands flanking the bed and then sighed. 

“I don’t see it.” He told you. 

Right. You had left it in the kitchen before you went to shower. 

“Then… pass me your phone.” You said. 

He would end up with some very weird shit in his search history, but this was quite literally, his problem. Technically - it was both of your problem, considering it was currently between your legs. And he was your boyfriend, and you definitely weren’t going to break up with him over this. Especially with your reading history, you found it to be more of a turn-on than you were willing to admit. 

Gar reached out to the night table on the other end of the bed, something that caused more jostling and another sharp gasp of pain from you. He mumbled a chorus of ‘sorry, sorry, sorry’ as he grabbed the phone and then returned. He blanketed his body over yours once more, relaxing into his position on top of you as he passed the phone to you. 

It took you about an hour to fully explain the concept to Gar. There were a few diagrams available - ones that had been drawn by writers in the genre. But most of the explaining was done by your hand movements, showing him how it was possible to get ‘stuck’ because he had moved smoothly and pleasurably and first, and then essentially - based on biological instincts, and no purposeful intent of his own: he had knotted you. 

“So you know this from a story?” Gar asked, trying to confirm the source of the information. 

“A few stories.” You told him. 

You didn’t want to divulge just how many stories of the genre you had read and fantasized about before. You were glad that your face was half-buried in the pillow, and Gar couldn’t see the expression of partial guilt on your face as you tried in vain to hide your kinkier side from him. 

“So how do you know it’s true?” He asked. 

“Because you’re literally stuck inside me right now.” You said, voice dancing with a laugh. “And in fiction, it’s usually something that happens with characters who are half-human, half-animal. I think we know which part of you is doing this.” 

Gar sighed, leaning down to rest his head between your shoulders. Clearly he was frustrated at the lack of predictability. He was frustrated that this was just another aspect of his life that couldn’t be normal. 

“Fiction is the only good reference we have to go off.” You said. “Rachel can bring people back from the dead, Kory can literally shoot fire out of her hands, and you can turn into a giant tiger. I think we passed reality a long time ago.” 

“So… when does it stop?” Gar asked. “As much as I enjoy being this close to you, I don’t wanna hurt you.” He rubbed his hand lovingly along your bare side, a genuineness in his voice that made you absolutely thick with love. 

“In the stories I’ve read…” You were also hesitant to share this answer. “Anywhere from a few minutes to… several hours.” 

“Hours?!” Gar let out another indignant shriek, and your muscles tensed. “We’re gonna be stuck like this for hours? Wh-what if it doesn’t go down at all? What if we have to call 9-1-1 and get my dick surgically removed?” 

“It’s gonna be fine, Gar.” You told him, trying to be the soothing calm to his unnecessary panic. “It’s your body’s natural instinct. Your body knows what to do. Just relax. It’ll probably help.” 

“My body’s natural instinct?” Gar echoed back the words. “So what… the animal inside me wants to get you pregnant?” 

Your face burned at the words, and you wondered if Gar felt your pussy flutter around him. 

That did appear to be the truth. A large part of you had wondered why this had never happened to him before. His cock had reacted differently when it had just been your mouth or your hand, or when you had made him cum in his pants dry humping against each other. It was like some animal instinct inside him took over when his body felt your pussy around him - like that thing inside of him really was determined to get you pregnant. 

It was a thought that made your stomach roll with heat. The part of you that loved being Gar’s, the part of you that loved him and everything about him so dearly. Of course you wanted a family with him. Of course you wondered what your little green haired babies would look like. 

“That seems to be the case.” You said, slightly breathless in your reply. 

Gar wrapped his arms around you, tucking his strong grip between your stomach and the mattress to hold you tightly. 

“Would you wanna keep it?” He asked, voice quiet. It was something he did when he was afraid to know the answer. “If you did… end up pregnant?” 

He was leaving the choice entirely in your hands. As though he had no say in the two of you starting a family. But he was good like that - he knew that it was your body you would be sacrificing for those months, he knew it would be asking a lot from you. 

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” You told him. “I’d wanna have your baby.” 

Gar moaned quietly at this realization. 

… 

You chatted about other things for a while - what you were gonna make for dinner, hopes of the other Titans to make-up and come home, wondering when Conner was going to wake up, wondering what Krypto would eat because you didn’t have any dog food in the house (wondering if you should go out and buy some dog food). Eventually, you dozed into sleep and Gar fell asleep on top of you. 

… 

Gar woke up before you did. 

His cock had slipped out of you while he had slept, and he felt an insane sense of relief to look down and see his usual soft member hanging out between his thighs, no longer stuck inside of you. 

Then - he became very distracted by something else. 

The sight of your pussy - fucked raw, slightly gaping, with white cum flowing out of you. So much cum. 

Gar bit his lip, suppressing a groan - he wanted to be quiet. It would be rude to wake you. 

His eyes flickered over to your sleeping face, wanting to check - and yes, you were in the middle of a deep, peaceful sleep. You had been worn out from the intense, rough fucking. You deserved to get all the sleep that your body needed now. 

Gar’s eyes went back to your pussy, and entirely against his will, his cock stirred to life between his thighs. He was still covered in the mixture of your wetness and his own cum, and god - the smell. He knew that his sense of smell was infinitely more sensitive due to that animal part of him, and fuck - this had to be his new favourite smell. 

The tang of your natural wetness mixed with his own cum. The undeniable scent of him just pouring out of you. The fact that he could smell how well he had claimed you. 

Gar itched to touch you more, and gripped a fist tightly, resisting the urge. 

It would be rude to wake you. 

But maybe - he didn’t have to. 

While sitting back on his heels, he inched his touch forward, and oh-so-gently eased two fingers into your pussy. He just needed to feel you - he needed to feel what he had done. Your pussy easily gave way to his touch, and more of his cum came gushing out around his fingers - he was met with another pungent burst of that perfect smell, and his cock ached between his thighs. 

He couldn’t help himself. 

He gently scooped through the mess, careful not to be too rough with your sensitive, fucked-out pussy as he gathered the mixture of your cum and his on his fingers - and then he brought this hand toward his hard cock, spreading the mess across himself. He choked down a loud moan, wanting to stay quiet for you. 

He wrapped a tight fist around himself, and began jerking off earnestly - he needed to cum. He needed to capture this moment in his mind forever. 

His eyes couldn’t race fast enough to take all of you in - your beautiful, peaceful sleeping face, the soft muscles of your back, the way your breasts were pressed against his pillows, showing off the gentlest peak of the side, round fat. The thickness of your spread thighs, slightly marked by his dull nails scratching you earlier, the perfect plumpness of your ass, and your perfect pussy leaking his cum - the ultimate mark of his claim on you. 

All of it had Gar fucking his own hips into his fist fast, biting down on his lip hard to conceal growls deep within his chest. 

Within a minute, he was overwhelmed - by your beauty, by the perfect smell, but the idea that he had you, perfect you, and he would get to have you forever - and all too soon, he was cumming again. Not nearly as much this time - a meager few stripes that leaked across his fist and sprayed out across your thighs and his own. 

Perfect. 

He felt much better now. 

He knew that it would be polite to clean you up, so that you wouldn’t have to wake up to the mess. The first thing he spotted was his own shirt that he had shed off in a haste earlier, and he wiped you down with that (and let out a growl when even more cum came spilling out of you the more he wiped) - before he went to the bathroom in order to get a warm cloth. 

Once you were as cleaned up as he could get you (he was partially impressed and partially embarrassed by just how much cum he had fucked into you) - he found a pair of your panties and slipped them onto you, leaving a small kiss on your ass through the fabric before he covered you up with a blanket. He could have spent all day in bed with you, but you had requested pasta for dinner. And he was nothing if not a servant of your every need. 

… 

You had dreams of a green haired little boy with your skin tone, and you wondered if it was purely fantasy, or your powers trying to tell you something. 

… 

You woke up feeling unpleasantly empty. 

You knew in a moment that Gar’s knot had gone down and he had successfully pulled out of you. It left your pussy sore, but not unpleasantly so. He had also managed to dress you while you were sleeping. Well, he had put a pair of panties on you. 

Your body must have really been exhausted from the sex for you to sleep so deeply, but it was something you were grateful for, considering how many nights you had laid awake sleepless due to your nightmare-like visions and the worry they caused you. 

With your upper half bare, you still felt a slight chill - you got up and grabbed an oversized, cotton band tee shirt that Gar often liked to steal from you and shoved it on. As you moved, you noticed that the modest cotton underwear he had put on you were slightly damp against your pussy. You didn’t think much about it. 

You continued on, shoving your feet into a pair of slippers you had left in Gar’s room to shield you against the coldness of the floors. You heard music coming from the kitchen and followed the sound, smiling widely when you saw Gar stirring a pot and swaying his hips, dancing to a Cardi B song. He was dressed in an oversized green hoodie that made him look delightfully cozy and a pair of sweatpants. The moment he saw you, he put down the spoon he was using and turned to pause the music. 

“You’re awake.” He gave you a small, lop-sided grin. “I tried to clean you up as best I could, but there was a lot… a lot of… cum.” 

His hesitance to say the words was entirely adorable - especially considering how filthy his mouth had been just hours before. His persona outside of sexual encounters shifted entirely, and it was one of those things you loved so much about him.

That would explain why your panties were damp. 

He cleared his throat, quickly shifting the tone of the conversation when you didn’t respond. 

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier, I kn-” He began to apologize, and you were quick to cut him off. 

“Don’t be sorry.” You said. 

Gar’s brows curled with confusion and you stepped closer to him, leaning your body against him, reaching up to smooth your hands over his arms and across his shoulders. You pressed your forehead into his and his hands took a natural place on your waist. His expression softened as he realized that you weren’t mad at him or upset with him in any way. 

“Don’t even think about apologizing, Gar.” You told him firmly. “You don’t have to apologize for what happened earlier, because I loved it. It was fucking amazing. That was the most amazing sex ever.” 

Of course, you had to start by assuring him of this fact. His skills were well pronounced and he had to know that he had made you feel a multitude of pleasure that you had never felt before. Something that you knew you wouldn’t be able to get with anyone else but him. 

“The ending… I know it was… weird. Neither of us really saw it coming. Which is strange, considering my powers.” You said, chuckling lightly as the joke flowed naturally from your lips. 

Gar let out a laugh at this. 

“But I love that side of you.” You declared, absolutely certain. “I love the animal part of you as much as I love that sweet, soft side of you.” 

You leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss, skimming your teeth along his bottom lip in a tentative bite as you pulled away, showing him a little roughness of your own. 

“I’ve never been afraid of the tiger, you know.” You added on, your thoughts on the matter absolutely final. 

Hearing you say that made Gar’s heart flutter. It was something you had told him before - after he had taken down your attackers at the asylum. But back then, he had been convinced that you were just trying to placate him. He had thought you were just trying to soothe his anxieties about hurting someone for the first time. Now he heard it for the genuine sentiment that it was: you saw his animal side, and rather than being afraid of it, you embraced it. 

“I love you so much.” He said, a heartfelt whisper that warmed you from the inside out. 

“I love you so, so very much.” You told him, and he kissed you again. 

“I made dinner.” He announced. “The pasta you wanted.” 

It was something you had discussed earlier, when you had still been locked together in that slightly uncomfortable position, a lovely food smell now filling your nose. He was a talented cook. Just another thing about him to love. 

Krypto wandered in, the padding of little doggy feet catching your attention. When you leaned down and began petting him, cooing at the dog with a sweet little baby-talk voice - Gar couldn’t help but imagine the two of you in your own family home, with your own pets, making dinner for your kids some day. Maybe it was a pipe dream to think a couple of super-powered freaks like the two of you could have the white picket fence dream, but Gar wanted it so badly, because he wanted it with you. 

“I also made cookies, but they turned out weirdly… flat.” Gar said, moving to the counter, and picking up a large plate that was covered in plastic wrap. 

He presented them to you, and you couldn’t help but giggle as you saw something that you easily recognized as an amateur baking mistake. He had either set the oven to too low of a temperature or neglected to refrigerate the cookie dough before baking them, causing the butter to melt before it actually started cooking. 

“I’m sure they’ll still taste good.” You assured him. And to make sure of this, he handed you one to sample. You tasted it - the mixture of sugar and butter and chocolate chips could never go wrong. “Delicious. Everything you do always turns out right.” 

It was a clear hint at what had happened earlier, and Gar grinned at you. 

“Everything I do for you always turns out right.” He corrected. “And I’m thankful for that.”

...

A/N: Please keep in mind - this fic is a oneshot, and there will not be a continuation or a 'part 2', so please do not ask for one. If you are going to comment, please comment about the body of work that has been written. Reblogs and comments are appreciated, and if you want to check out more of my Gar Logan fanfics, definitely check out my DC Titans masterlist!

[chloemarievaughan]

May 22nd- Bruges

Drank some coffee in the hotel- this time we had a coffee maker in the room, how fancy 🙂 then we were off for a morning walk- it is chillier in Bruges than Ghent so far, so we dressed in our warmest clothes for the journey. We both are wearing leggings and long skirts. Found a cafe for breakfast and had a very enjoyable pancake breakfast (topped with brie - cheese and blueberry compote) with espresso. Mom had some fruit, a croissant, and a pour over coffee (rare to see in Europe, usually you just see espresso ( which I don’t mind haha). first stop of the day was the Chocostory Museum on the history of chocolate. It was definitely cheesy and at first I wasn’t sure about it… but it ended up being really cute and very worthwhile. Another audio guide, and exhibits that took us from the origination of chocolate with the Mayans and Aztecs, to the introduction of chocolate to the Spanish conquistadors, to the importance of chocolate in French royalty ( in the form of hot chocolate to drink first and then the hard form), to the industrialization of chocolate making, and rise of Belgian pralines (chocolate shell with typically hazelnut and sugar filling). there were props and illustrations, and even a live demonstration of praline making (with tasting) and a jar of unlimited chocolate samples- white, milk, and dark. Yum 🙂

With our chocolate tour, we could add on a French fry museum tour for only 5 euros! Of course calling them French fries is a bit sacrilegious in Belgium, they say “frites” or “Frieten” or maybe Belgian fries, but never French. Not as good as the Chocolate one, but some cute exhibits on the history of the Potato. Sophie Archbold would like this museum 🙂 and they gave credit to the US for inventing the potato chip haha. they did Not include a fry tasting in the tour, just a 0.40€ discount at the frituur (fry shop) at the end. Also, not enough salt on the fries in general in Belgium- though they do serve them at every meal 😂

Then we went on a canal tour in Bruges! We had bad timing and bought our tickets right after a group of like 80 children on a field trip so had to wait for a couple boats to go but sat in a beatiful spot to wait. Thought the Ghent boat tour was great, but the Bruges one topped it! Bruges is spectacular 🙂 the canals are full of little but beautiful buildings, we saw a lot of swans (the symbol of Bruges) gliding through the water, and our tour guide was very funny. At one point our boat went under the “lowest bridge in Bruges” per our guide, and he joked that they had a boat full of basketball players last week and they needed to clean the blood from their heads of the bridge after the tour. But the guide did brag that he only lost about 10% of his customers to decapitation on the low bridge 😂

after the Boat tour, we had about two hours until our brewery tour that we had Booked at 16:30. As an American, I am obviously less used to the time 16:30, but in my head, I looked at it and planned for 4:30 for the brewery tour. All of a sudden, I panicked that I read it wrong and perhaps it was actually 14:30, or 2:30, and I had missed the tour entirely. Of course, my wifi wouldn’t work and moms internet connection wouldn’t pull up our reservation, so we wandered around for a while hoping for the best! It was correctly at 4:30/16:30 🙂

Went shopping for souvenirs and chocolates and more souvenirs. We like to wander around getting a bit lost to explore new areas- though in Bruges it is hard to get lost because you can usually always see the belfry anywhere you are, but for some reason we went passed the same block of shops like 4 times during our wandering. we went to two scenic places before the brewery- the Begjinhof and the Minnewaterpark. The Minnewaterpark was a lovely park, but wouldn’t necessarily go back, pretty generic park. The Begiinhof was very cool though. It was a place where unmarried women who did not want to be nuns but agreed to live by a certain code of conduct lived, and it was a place of peace and quiet with a church and white buildings and flowers. There are apparently now nuns who live in the area as well.

Following this walk, we headed to De Halve Maan or the Half Moon Brewery! we really enjoyed the tour here though didn’t know we were in for 110 more steps during the tour, and a very steep staircase back down. The same brewery has been operating in one family for 6 generations in the same spot and for many years were the only brewery in the city limits of Bruges. Bruges is a UNESCO world heritage sight, and so new buildings cannot be tall and must match the style of the city. The brewery is quite tall with each park of the beer making process on each level of the factory, with a fabulous view of the city because it so tall. but the coolest feature of the brewery is that they have a direct beer pipeline to their bottling facility 3 km away dug under the city and just installed in the past decade!

also, the unfiltered Brugse Zot (fool of Bruges), one of the beers that is fully made on site without ever needing to leave via the pipeline, was fresh from the vat and the best beer I had in Belgium so far!

after the brewery, mom and I meant to find a dinner restaurant but instead wound up at a bar mentioned by our guide on the boat tour. It was directly across from the most photographed spot in Bruges, Rozenhoedkaai, and had a “wall of beer” with hundreds of bottles. We had a Bruges witbier and also thoroughly enjoyed that though we were in desperate need of food as it had been a really really long time since the Fries at the Frietmuseum.

popped across the canal again for dinner at a restaurant with another view of the Rozenhoedkaai, where we had a thoroughly enjoyable time, a delicious salad, fries, a cherry St Louis Kriek and a Raspberry St Louis Lambic, and possibly the worst steaks mom and I have ever had. They were cooked medium rare as requested but otherwise, not good at all 😂

I wanted to go see the Markt Square and Rozenhoedkaai light up at night, but sunset here isn’t until 9:41 pm. (Sunrise at 5:45am- were far north here!) decided that if we went straight back to the hotel at 7:45, we’d fall asleep, So we went for an another stroll by the Bruges canal. once again had a lovely time meandering, and managed to explore until 8:30 pm. Back to the hotel room to make some decaf coffee and stay awake until we can go admire Bruges at night!

And now at about 10:15pm, back to our hotel, enjoyed a quick evening stroll with some pictures of the landmarks at night! And now it’s bedtime 🙂 hopefully you enjoy about 7000 pictures of different Bruges houses along canals 😂😂 (my WiFi kept being uncooperative hence the late post)

[i-cant-sing]

When will you bless us with more surgeon dabi 🥺

All AUs of Dabi I've ever created (and some that I haven't posted yet) always live in my mind rent free. So here's my most recent thoughts on Yandere Surgeon Dabi.

I'm imagining Dabi being in a bit of a good mood for once but that's flushed down the drain the moment he sees you laughing at a joke your colleague told you. Your male colleague. The opposite gender. The gender you're attracted to-

Anyways, it pisses him off and he decides to rain on everyone's parade, including yours. He gives the whole floor more patients and more grunt work, and you? You're given a verbal bitch slap for "goofing around" instead of doing your work. You try to defend yourself "Dabi (only you are allowed to refer to him with his first name) I was just laughing at a joke Simon told-" and Dabi just glares at you and says "oh yeah? Well, I don't really see what you're laughing about when your patients have been dying left and right. That's funny, isn't it? You fucking up general patient care and causing someone's loved one to die. Haha, love that my resident is truly shining." And he ignores the way your face fells and tears start forming in your eyes. "Get your fucking act together, Y/n."

Dabi went on with his hissy fit for over 2 weeks. He gave you dead end patients, signed you up for double shifts at the trauma ward, made you work overtime, had you assist him during surgeries even when you were on the verge of passing out from exhaustion, berated you in front of others even if you didn't do anything wrong and he still never forgot to bring up how your mistakes cost patients lives.

It was starting to get to you. Your body needed a break from the physical workload and mental beating Dabi was making you endure. At some point, you think you even lost your balance and ended up hitting your head against the sharp edge of a table. It hurt like hell and your friends suggested you to at least get a CT scan to make sure everything is okay. However when you went to the elevator to go down to CT, Dabi was already inside the elevator and asked why you were leaving his floor. When you said you were going to CT, he just blasted off again and asked you why you thought you could leave his patients in someone else's care when he put you in charge. So then you returned back to the wards and continued working.

Your body was getting tired and your eyes had even started twitching- a clear sign of your lack of sleep. You knew your body was close to shutting down and you also knew what Dabi's answer would be when you asked him to let you go home for the night.

He scoffed. "You need a break? I just finished up a 10 hour operation on your patient. The least you could do is monitor her until she wakes up. Or I can't you trust you not to mess up this time either?"

So you stayed the night, drank way too much coffee and energy drinks and kept a close eye on the patient. She woke up the next morning, and you had the nurses check in on her after you left. But you were far too tired to drive home, so you decided to sleep in the staff room. Only your head had just hit the pillow when your pager beeped.

"OT 3- STAT!"

You rushed off to the operation theatre because you knew that's the one Dabi was in charge of. And you didn't need him giving you trouble for not showing up.

You scrubbed in as fast as you could but the moment you stepped in, Dabi began scolding you for wasting precious time. Then he yelled at you to get your ass over here and start helping him instead of standing there idly.

The surgery went on for 10 hours and everything went fine until it was time to close him up. The patient suddenly went into cardiac arrest and no amount of drug Dabi injected him was helping. Just as Dabi was ready announce the time of death, you suddenly broke the patient's ribs and grabbed his heart and began giving it a cardiac massage. Everyone was in shock at what you'd done, and Dabi was ready to give it to you when suddenly they heard a pulse.

The heart began beating again and the patient survived. You grabbed the tools from Dabi and began closing him up quietly. And in that moment, Dabi really did admire you as a medical professional.

However, Dabi wanted to view you as more than a workplace buddy, that's why he was still mad at you.

"Y/n!" He yelled when you were washing your hands. "What the hell was that?! You don't get to make decisions like that without asking me first! That patient could've died on the table and I would've ended up with long paperwork to cover your ass-" Dabi stopped talking when he noticed you weren't moving. Face blank, body still, Dabi called your name over and over again before reaching over to nudge you. But that small poke had you tipping over and falling to the ground.

"Y/n!" Dabi immeadiately rushed to your side. He turned you over, trying to wake you up while checking your vitals. The commotion had some nurses rushing in. As soon as Dabi caught them, he pointed at them and yelled at them. "Get a fucking gurney here NOW!"

Turns out you'd passed out because of hypovolumic shock. But to get hypovolumic shock, you'd either have to lose a lot of blood or have internal bleeding when you're seriously injured.

After Dabi had stabilised you, he'd begun interrogating the few friends he'd allowed you to have on his floor and that's how he found out about your head hitting injury.

Now, Dabi will never admit it, but he feels slightly guilty for not letting you get the CT scan that day. In his defense, he didn't know it was for you. He thought that was just your excuse to get away from him for a while. Then again, you wouldn't need a brain scan if your tired body didn't fell in the first place.

Did I go too far? Dabi wondered. He knows how fragile you are, that's why he never lets you assist him on orthopaedic surgeries but still.

Anyways, Dabi had ordered a full bod my cheek work for you, including blood work. Your reports were pretty normal except for your Vitamin D and ferritin (iron) levels.

Dabi rolled his eyes. Explains why you're always so goddamn tired and lethargic.

He leaned back in his chair and watched over your sleeping form before writing down a prescription for nutritional supplements. He then opened up your brain scans and began looking through them.

Everything looks normal and he was about to put the scans away when he saw it. A small opacity.

A tumor.

Dabi stopped breathing. Did you- did you know? No, you couldn't. You wouldn't have hid something like this from him.

Although, this was a small tumor, it's location in your brain was more concerning. It was pressing upon areas of the brain that were integral to formation of memories and performing skills.

The more Dabi looked at the white area on the scan, the more his heart sank. This may be small, but it might be growing at a rapid rate. If only you'd just gotten a scan earlier-

"I'm going to get a CT scan for-"

"No."

Shit. Dabi remembered how he told you not to get a CT scan because he thought you were trying to leave him. If he'd allowed you, you would've seen the tumor earlier and asked him for help and not die-

Dabi grabbed your hand. He won't let you die, he won't. He'll perform the surgery himself, remove your tumor and then the two of you can laugh about it later when you're in his bed, hands resting on your baby bump.

For now, all he can do is pray that the tumor isn't cancerous.

Dabi pulled out his phone and shot a text to the oncologist.

"Dad, I need a favour."

Enji Todoroki, the head of the hospital and the number 1 oncologist in the country.

Reader in the hospital bathroom when Dabi told her to clean herself up and look "presentable" in front of the patients but won't let her go home to get some sleep and shower:

[therentyoupay]

reblogging for reference for an ask that i hope to answer relatively soon! under the cut, i've copy/pasted some observations people have made in the replies!

laurakrivera said: For Elsa I feel you go for composed and regal, always planning before she acts while Jack is rougher around the edges and improvises his actions. You also have Jack joke around and be sarcastic with Elsa trying to hide that she finds him funny and coming up with witty responses whenever she finds a chance.

therentyoupay said: @da-awesom-one HAHA i don’t know about ‘natural’ in the sense that it’s 'easy’ but perhaps more so that my interpretations have had time to solidify!! remember that i’ve been writing them on and off for ten years!! as of 01/03/2024, i have written 29 stories (WIPs, two-shots, one-shots, drabbles, ficlets, etc.) for them! 😂 “at the center” alone is over 500k+ words! (CORRECTION lol: 300k+ words, wishful thinking 😂) so i have had time to get to “know” them haha!

therentyoupay said: @laurakrivera ohhhhhhh YES GOOD POINT, that’s so true—that trend really solidified during the writing of “check the pipes for frost” i think… like, clearly the dynamic was first established for me in “the original (crossover) universe” in “at the center,” but for me to then find ways to “transfer” the personalities/behaviors/mannerisms/speech styles to a modern AU (and epistolary, no less!) was my first really solid challenge for characterization!!!! i had been 1/?

therentyoupay said: @laurakrivera word vomiting one-shots and drabbles and ficlets of jelsa universes all over the place as well, but you don’t always get to sink your TEETH into characterization with micro-fic the same way you might with a multi-chaptered fic… and then once jack and elsa settled into the “check the pipes for frost” world, i feel like they each became fully determined in my mind 😂 and then the fun came from transplanting THOSE characters into every universe i 2/3

therentyoupay said: @laurakrivera could think of!!! 😂 so those interpretations ended up in everything else: “snow globe,” “frosted sea glass,” “fifteen minutes,” “not in so many words,” lmao literally everything! GREAT OBSERVATION VERY TRUE, also now that i think of it, Masterday and i had a similar discussion in the comments on ch. 2 of “snow globe” on ao3 the other day!! and how i also really love leaning into the socioeconomic and social class divides dynamic (e.g., queen/peasant, ¾

therentyoupay said: @laurakrivera aristocrat/civilian, multi-millionaire/blue-collar) and how they both navigate the imbalances of social and financial currency! ✨ that’s one of my favorite places to explore with them, i think!!!! 4/4

callimara said: I raise you: Jack always has to be annoying and Elsa always has to be annoyed (lol CALLI NO)

laurakrivera said: @therentyoupay yes! I love how you play with the financial and social aspect of their dynamic. Usually in romances it’s always the guy who is rich, so seeing something different is refreshing and empowering. Also forgot to mention before…another thing you do is… you always have Elsa drinking tea. xD

therentyoupay said: @laurakrivera omg YES 😂 TEA, and DECAF COFFEE (and in the case of ‘check the pipes for frost’ decaf iced coffee lmao)!!! my friend who has chronic deep anxiety can quickly TELL when a barista has accidentally given her a caffeinated beverage instead of decaf, it has such an impact on her heart!!! once i wrote a modern au for jelsa i always had it in my head that elsa’s heart would be really sensitive to caffeine as well!

to be continued????? 👀✨

So I’ve always wanted ask you this. What kind of points do you set for yourself that you have to do to portray Jack and Elsa respectively? Because your characterization is always spot on and consistent, and as someone writing their own Jelsa fic now, I’ve always wondered how you always nail them.

step 1:

JUST KIDDING. or am i

honestly, though, first of all: thank you so much!! 😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕💕😭😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕😭😭🙏🙏 and congrats on your foray into jelsa fic writing!!!!

second... i have been thinking about this question a lot over the last day or so, but i'm afraid my answer might be pretty disappointing 🥲 i don't have any specific points or benchmarks that i try to hit in terms of the portrayal of the characters—they are just jack and elsa. 🥲🥲🥲

although!! now that i think about it!! i suppose it is fair to say that across my stories i consistently incorporate (adapted, direct, referential, evocative) plot structures from the frozen/rotg movies, and jack and elsa often behave similarly in each contextual situation—despite the overt differences in settings/universes—depending on their current stage of character growth.

i'm grateful that you and i are just lucky that we both like my interpretations of them! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

BUT LET US OPEN UP THE THE DISCUSSION—any other jelsa readers or writers have any other recommendations or insights?? 💖💖💖💖💖

thank you for the ask!! ✨

[straykats]

[ extinguished / hwang hyunjin ]

okay i didnt know what/who to post this under but it seemed more hyunjin centric. also, no, i don't know if the progress of this makes sense. i just wanna post it and sleep ngl FJDFSKFDKSF also this is based off a separate but kind of related idea i had but i could never bring myself to write it ejfks unlike most of my pieces, there is no romance in this. however, like most of my pieces, this is barely proofread. lmk if u find any typos HAHA ty <3 cw: implied 'off screen' character death taglist: @hyuneytoast @violixs @dalkom-han @speckled-sunshine @peachy-yabbay @smrutiisiva-13

you had heard the term used multiple times before, in multiple ways. like a candle going out. like a light dying. like a dying flame. but you would never understand it - never fully understand it - until today.

the boy in front of you laughs, eyes darting between you and chan.

“okay, real funny. are you guys really cops? this is just some elaborate prank, right?”

your eyes dart to your partner - chan stands next to you, already shouldering heartbreak for the boy.

“c’mon, you expect me to believe that story? there’s no way jeongin was in that part of town.” hyunjin’s lips are quirked, and he leans casually against the couch’s armrest. “good try, though. i applaud the effort.”

the apartment that you and chan stood in seemed so domestic, so well lived in, that you couldn’t begin to imagine the changes that were about to come. a laptop left open, its screen dark, on the coffee table. a calendar on the wall next to the fridge with red pen all over it, events and schedules you couldn’t make out scribbled on them. a bedroom door left ajar, yellow lamplight still on despite the sun being up.

“mr. hwang- hyunjin, that’s what we’re saying. we found his- we found him there.”

ah, the first breeze.

hyunjin’s smirk is a flickering flame. his brows had adopted a subtle furrow, and you could tell that somewhere deep down, the reality was starting to set in.

as gently as you can, you pry the necessary words out of your throat. “we need to ask you some questions, if possible-”

“no,” he laughs, a choked sort of sound.

“we can come back, if-”

“no.” hyunjin’s face had contorted in some strange way - a mix of amusement and disgust, like a flame flickering so fast you couldn’t quite tell if it would be strong enough to survive the wind. “he- you have the wrong person. it can’t be- it’s not him.”

you open your mouth to speak, unsure what words there were to say, but chan stops you. a flick of the wrist, a minute gesture of the hand that barely caught hyunjin’s attention.

hyunjin’s eyes dart between the two of you, a maniacal look in them. “this is some sick joke. if- if one of my friends thought it was funny to hire you guys- no, no.”

he’s shaking his head, hair falling into his face, eyelids fluttering and fists curling and uncurling at his sides. an attempt to make sense of it all, of the two uniformed people who had decided to come by one afternoon, knowing details about his roommate - about his childhood friend - that he wasn’t sure how a stranger would know.

“he was on his way to visit his family. for the break. he-” hands run through his hair, pushing it out of his face, shoulders rising and falling and eyes frantically searching the ground as if it could give him answers. “no.”

hyunjin reaches out for the couch to steady himself, and you watch in shock as he misses it, as he stumbles and as chan lurches forward to grab the boy before his legs can completely give out.

“you’re lying, you have to be lying-”

“steady now, buddy..” chan guides the shaking boy around the couch to sit down, and you follow them, taking a seat opposite.

what was one to do, after delivering such news? you were not family, and to act so familiar, to utter words of comfort and lend a shoulder - was that something you could do? a stranger, who had come bearing nothing but loss and grief?

and yet you and chan sit there, the latter solemly supporting hyunjin as he shakes and cries, choked and guttural sounds like you'd only ever heard in movies. it's all you can hear, all you can really register as you try not to put yourself in his shoes. to not imagine the hurt he must be feeling.

and then suddenly - though it had been nearly an hour - hyunjin stills, as quietly and quickly as someone dousing the room in darkness.

perhaps he had worn himself out, exhausted his energy for the day on grief.

someone had blown out the flame. or, maybe the wick had burnt, or the firewood exhausted. it didn’t matter. the flame had burnt as long as it could, had left hope in the form of embers, but nothing was forever. no flame could last eternally - sooner or later, it would run out of things to burn.

[divetothefandom]

SERIOUS S/O BURSTS OUT LAUGHING | High Speed!

Asahi:

He probably did something stupid, like he was in the middle of a conversation through the streets of Tokyo and smashed face first into a street list pole because he wasn't looking the way he was going.

The moment the first laugh leaves your mouth he freezes.

He was going to get embarrassed but my god what's the angel-like noise.

He is over the moon! Fucking overjoyed.

"Oh my god your laugh is so cute!"

You're embarrassed about it and you're trying to cover your mouth but NOT ON HIS WATCH.

He holds your hands in excitement while showering you in compliments.

He will playfully pretend he's fainting over how cute your laugh is.

Ikuya:

I have no clue what this boy could've done that was so amusing. Maybe did something to upset Hiyori.

"Ikuya... why is the cake so salty?"

"I don't know, I used the sugar over there"

"That's salt you DIMWIT!"

And the argument stops when you burst out laughing.

Ikuya looks at you in surprise and endearment.

He will ask what is so funny, but he's not getting much other than your loud giggles.

He is flustered but if making salty cake is what it takes to hear you laugh, it may be not so bad.

He will probably rest his head on the table and look at you laughing while Hiyori just groans and leaves to start the cake over.

"I really like your laugh"

"It's haha- awful!"

"It's the prettiest noise I've ever heard..."

Maybe cake and salt to mix well but to Ikuya your blushing face and your laugh are the best combination in the world.

Natsuya:

Natsuya thinks he found someone more serious than Nao, Ikuya and Haru combined.

You never laugh at all. Barely even smile.

He does everything he can think of.

Jokes, pranks, jumpscares, make you nervous.

One night he even gets drunk in purpose to wipe away his innibitions and hopefully break through you.

You only got a little bit annoyed you and Nao had to take care of him over him purposely getting drunk.

Next morning you're all meeting up for coffee and Natsuya is moody and hungover.

Nao mocks him because simply he's not funny, not even drunk.

Between the hangover and his best friend rubbing salt on the wound, Natsuya just whines a lot.

Nao is giggling softly at his friends groans and protests when they hear you laughing

Natsuya has mixed feelings because on one hand, nice. But Nao stole his first making you laugh which only proves to be funnier to you.

Nao:

Nao is not a conventionally funny guy. He's calm and charming but funny is not exactly the first word would come to you mind.

But he's great at passively making people frustrated.

Which is hilarious.

And it comes to show one day he's giving some special training to his former underclassmen.

Nao offered you to challenge him too but at least you knew better.

Hiyori, Asahi and Ikuya... not so much.

They're testing their reflexes with the bottle cap game and everyone (especially Asahi) are loosing it.

But Hiyori takes a chance when Nao gets distracted when he hears you laughing at the guys' frustration.

He still lost to Nao tho.

Everyone's convinced he's still not human.

But he's your not human.

Kisumi:

Ah Kisumi, my favorite bastard.

He's imprudent so the amount of hilarious situations that happened because he let too much info slide are... too many to count.

But that'd be too easy. No laughs from that.

Kisumi.... He... He plays dirty.

My man is probably the biggest cheater in history of cheaters.

And I'm not talking about being unfaithful.

But when he brings out that you never really laugh and you don't really have a normal answer...

He pounces.

He tickles you silly.

And unlike the swimmer squad, he doesn't stop because your laugh is just music to his ears.

He's fucking rutheless and wants you to laugh more.

Asshole.

Hiyori:

He is known to make stupid bets.

So the fact that he didn't make a bet that he could make you laugh is astounding.

But that doesn't stop him from making ridiculous bets.

Mostly against Asahi (who accepts most of them).

Usually he wins so he's confident.

And this time he raises the stake saying the loser will have to pay for the other's entire meal. And he offers Asahi to do his stroke.

Clearly we all know that by karmic justice he sets himself up for failure.

The guys are telling the story at Maron Café and Asahi is gloating on his victory and free dinner.

When you burst into giggles because Hiyori had been on a winning streak that was just making him a pain in the ass.

Hiyori is flustered but he feels so swept of his feet by the sound of your laugh that he doesn't mind losing.

He won something even more precious.

IWATOBI | SAMEZUKA | MASTERPOST