#stranger bothering you hcs i felt

[ozzy-boy]

Hii! Volks, Scale and Cole's reaction (separately) if someone calls their s/o ugly?

Volks:

-Volks doesn't do social media. He doesn't have any and he doesn't look at it either.

-He finds the whole thing kind of ridiculous anyway- why would you care what strangers online have to say? You show him cute videos of dogs sometimes though, so he figures it can't all be bad.

-When Volks notices that you're a little downtrodden, he doesn't suspect that social media would be the cause.

-You brush him off and say that it's stupid when he asks what's wrong, which immediately rubs him the wrong way.

-He's your boyfriend- he doesn't care if it's stupid, if something is bothering you, he wants to know.

-If you keep trying to avoid it he'll end up putting his forehead against yours and staring into your eyes until you say it.

-You eventually give in and admit that someone called you ugly under one of the new pictures you posted.

-Normally Volks would probably agree that it's stupid to be upset over a stranger's opinion, but that kind of thing doesn't bother him. You're more sensitive than he is though. (unbothered king)

-He assures you it isn't true and is extra sweet for a while to make you feel better. He also goes on your phone later and deletes any comments that aren't compliments (even if it takes him a while to figure out how bc he's an old man with technology 💀)

Scale:

-Scale isn't huge on social media either, but he makes accounts so he can like your posts and so you can send him things.

-Honestly if he didn't have the whole 'assassin secret identity' thing going on, he'd probably post stuff about his workout routine. He's fine just sending those videos to you, though ;)

-He likes to go to your insta and look at your pictures when he's having a rough day with training, just as a little pick-me-up.

-Though, today he notices a comment under your most recent post.

-Immediately confused. ("Huh?")

-Refreshing the page constantly, as if expecting it to be a mistake. ("Who?")

-You? Ugly??? ("What?????")

-Genuinely dumbfounded. He's never heard something so ridiculous in his life.

-You're equally confused a few hours later when you log on and see your boyfriend getting in an online slapfight with a random person under your post.

-It's very endearing that Scale is so willing to go to bat and defend you but you're gonna have to give him a lesson in online safety and teach him how to block people that make him angry and move on -_-

Cole:

-Cole is your number 1 fan he has all your accounts on notification. He is your first like on every post.

-He kind of hates that your pictures are online for anyone to see but he deals with it. He has his own collection of pictures to admire but he often refreshes your pages to see what you're up to.

-While you're out together one day you decide to take a quick photo and post it since you're feeling cute.

-It's not until a while later that Cole watches you check your phone, only for a sad look to pass over your features. He quickly investigates, and finds a bubbling anger rising in his chest when he finds that someone's insulted you.

-'I have to kill this guy right fucking now-'

-'No, no, calm down Cole. You need to keep your cool in front of Marshmallow.'

-'Wait a second, they look sad. I'm going to kill-'

-Cole does a few deep breathing exercises, gets his head on straight and repeatedly tells himself that he can't run off to track down an internet stranger while you're sad.

-"My darling, have I told you how wonderful you look today...?"

-He spends the next several hours spoiling and complimenting as much as you'll allow.

-After all, you need no one else but him.

[supertrxshwrites]

Hey!! I hope you are doing great<3

If it's okay could you make a fic/ hcs of deadpool × kind f!reader + friends to lovers

Thank you in advance ♡♡♡

Everything She Wants

Pairing: Deadpool x kind f!reader + friends to lovers

Tags: Deadpool, fluff, one shot, friends to lovers, anon ask

here ya go anon I hope you like it <3

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

You had finally made it home after a long day, you decided to check your mail before heading up to your place.

"Nothing." you rolled your eyes as you slammed your mailbox closed. you made your way up and changed into some PJs then gathered your laundry and made your way to the laundry mat around the corner. you always enjoyed washing clothes at night because fewer people were out and you could sit and wait for your clothes since it wasn't crowded and there were seats.

You sighed softly as you took your purple laundry basket to one of the washing machines, throwing a Tide pod in your load. You put an earbud in one ear as you closed the door to the washer and made your way to some of the black chairs in the corner. The bell chimes signaling that the door opening, you glance up and are greeted with the view of red spandex and what looked like katanas on his back.

"oh great a weirdo" You cursed yourself for coming to the laundry room so late. you were not huge on socializing after a certain time of day, especially after being at work all day. You just wanted to relax as you waited on your laundry.

"weirdo? you ain't see nothing yet" he chirps as he struts across the room to you and sits a few seats away.

"so what brings you here?" he asks a smile clearly behind the mask as he bugs you. now that he was closer you got a better look at his suit. he was decked out in guns and knives and what smelled like dried blood. You could feel him staring as he waited for your response.

"Late-night laundry... fewer weirdos around this time," you said as you continued to inspect him.

"Ah fresh laundry my second favorite kind of load which has my second favorite kind of ball...the dryer ball" he laughs a bit as he sits back with his hands under his head.

you couldn't help but snort at his joke in response.

"Look at me talking about balls and loads when a lady is present, excuse me where are my manners," he says standing up and bowing one hand over his stomach while the other behind his back.

"Pool. Deadpool...and what's your name peanut?" he asked as he quickly sat and scooched next to you taking your earbud from your ear and holding it up to his ear.

"hmm...Everything She Wants by WHAM!" he says emphasizing wham as he bops his head a bit.

"Oh, my name is Y/n...I live in the duplex up the street" you said with a smile not sure why you were telling a stranger where you lived, but it felt like he was safe.

His eyes widened from behind the mask.

"No way! me too!" he said squealing a bit

"Oh my god you should come over we could watch movies, talk about boys..have a sleepover," he says nudging you a bit at that last part.

was he flirting with you? 

Deadpool wasted no time talking your ear off, you both talk so much that you forgot about your laundry. This eventually became a routine the both of you and doing laundry late at night. You and Wade became friends after that night and he told you about his job and what happened to him. He was a great storyteller so it didn't bother you when he would go off on tangents or stop a story to make a dirty joke.

***

Since Wade lived next door you gave him a key in case of an emergency or if he just wanted to sleep over and hang out. He wasted no time stashing guns at your place in case of an intruder, you thought it was unnecessary but Wade seemed adamant that they be there.

“Wade, a gun by the toilet is ridiculous,” you said standing at the door of the bathroom as he taped a gun on the side of the toilet bowl

“Y/N the bathroom is where one is most vulnerable you never know when someone is gonna come in here you have to be ready even when you’re taking shit,” he says as he stands up with his duffle full of guns.

he walked over to the couch to stuff a few in between the cushions and taped one under each side table.

“whew I tell ya what.. all good in a day’s work,” he says in a country accent standing back with his hands on his hips

“Thank you, Wade,” you say turning to him with a smile as your hand touches his arm you feel a warmth go through your body as he looks at you. You feel your face flush as he looks at you with his brown eyes. his eyes flicker to lips and then back into your e/c eyes. You reach out to touch his face and that’s when he clears his throat and zips his duffle.

“uuh..No Prob Bob. Hey, I gotta head out I have to go tag and bag a couple of knuckleheads but I’ll be back later. “ he says with a smile before leaving. you felt a bit embarrassed, you knew Wade felt a type of way about the scarring on his body and face but you didn’t care about his looks, he’s always there when you need it. He knows all of your favorite foods and he even took time to take care of you when you were sick not too long ago. You felt your mind race as you stood in the middle of the living room your heart racing. 

“Do I like Wade?” You asked yourself as you looked down at your hands before you heard the door open again.

“Oh, Wade I thought you were heading out “You sounded so flustered you’d curse yourself for that later. Wade stood in the door in his suit.

“Right um I forgot something" he said a smile clear from his voice 

“Wh-“Before you can even ask he’s quick on his feet as he strides over to you lifting his mask above his nose and kissing you.

the kiss is soft and it makes your heart flutter you were almost worried it skipped a beat but that didn’t matter, you were kissing Wade your best friend and he was kissing you back? you pulled away to breathe and when you looked up he had pulled his mask back down.

“Damn, girl if I had known you were so sweet on me I would’ve kissed you a long time ago” He laughs as he stares at you.

“Y/N do you really wanna do this? I mean I get it ladies love a man in uniform, but I mean when I’m not cracking skulls will you still want me as Wade?” he asks he sounds almost worried your answer will be anything but yes.

“Wade of course! I love you for you not because you’re Deadpool” You smile

“oooo you loooove meeee” he teases as he boops your nose

“I love you too Y/N,” he says as he makes his way to the door

“see ya later Wade” you wave 

he gives you a wink and blows you a kiss before leaving and you take a seat on your now lumpy gun-filled couch.

[sillylilreader]

Hawks With A Silly Crush on a Shy Reader HCs

contains: sfw, hawks fluff, no angst, sfw, nervousness

warnings: creep mentioned, not proofread, uhh lmk if i missed smth

enjoy!!!!

-Hawks found himself in quite the predicament upon meeting you. He was encapsulated by your beauty, sure. But what really caught his attention were your mannerisms.

-Hawks, with his keen eyesight and observant nature, found himself noticing all your nervous habits. The way you twirled your hair between your fingers, as if counting the strands. The way you seemed to time your blinks if you lost focus on what he was saying. The way you lost eye contact whenever he asked a question.

-Hawks knew anybody else would have found these a bit on odd, but to him they were endearing. He soon found himself asking more questions, counting your blinks in time with his, and averting his attention to whatever seemed to catch yours.

-Hawks found himself making excuses to bump into you, learning your schedule and borderline stalking you through the street, from the sky above. He was embarrassed of this new habit, but his conscious made no move to stop him.

-Hawks made note of anytime someone stopped you to chat. He made note of all the little ways you displayed discomfort. The way your shoulders tensed, the way you subtly made your way further down your path, and even the way you twiddled your fingers together. You always rung your fingers around your index finger, as if making your own ring for it.

-Hawks wasted no time swooping in on one particular day, when someone was far too pushy with you. They had been resting their hands on you, snapping in front of your face to catch your attention.

-Hawks landed with a fyoosh, the air around him gusting over the stranger, being blown about by his wings. The poor creep knew he was in trouble, almost scurrying away when Hawks asked if he was bothering you. Lucky for them, you shook your head and began your journey home.

-Hawks let his judgement filled gaze land on the perv, before he rushed after you, begging to lead you home. "Come on, song bird. Let me walk you." He was worried his confident demeanor would scare you off, but when your tearful eyes met his, while you nodded your head, that fear dissipated.

-Hawks made it his new routine to lead you home after that.

-Hawks had many daydreams of holding you close in his wings, even considered gifting you one of his feathers after you two had grown closer. By now, you often had early morning coffee breaks together, when he had the time. He knew your order by heart, and without fail, would offer to order for you.

-Hawks knew you were shy, and often nervous. He also knew you were starting to warm up to him. It made him feel special. He wanted to make you feel special.

-Hawks soon asked you on your first date. He understood then, how all your nerves felt. His heart was in his throat when he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, if you wanted to join him for dinner that night.

-Hawks was overjoyed as you nodded your head, he knew it had to be perfect for you. He reserved a table in a beautiful restaurant, complete with your favorite cuisine. Even brought his own centerpiece and candles for the table. He made certain it was in his own private corner of the place.

-Hawks lead you gingerly towards your seat, his feathers covering your eyes. As soon as he released his grip on you, you gasped amazed at the romantic gesture.

-Hawks, however, did a double take when you mumbled that you weren't aware it was a date date.

[suikung]

hi I can request to Uchiha Shisui Yandere the itachi I really loved.

Au in which Shisui lived and no Uchiha massacre. I’m so sorry idk why this one ran so long😅

Yan Shisui HCs

It was an arranged marriage between Shisui and you, planned by the Uchiha elders to grow the clan. Something out of the blue, Shisui and you were both 18. And your family couldn’t be happier you’d be married off to an Uchiha prodigy. There was no resistance from you, you had liked Shisui, what girl in the clan didn’t? Shisui however couldn’t be more disinterested, he never vocalized it but you could tell he always saw it as a marriage of benefit. A straight face when the elders announced the marriage to both your families. A straight face when you both were allowed supervised time together a few weeks before the wedding. A straight face the entirety of your ceremony. It was painful to not see a smile from your soon to be husband, not even on your wedding day. However the worst was the come on the night after your wedding. The consummation of your marriage was lack luster, he simply came to you as if he was instructed a mission and soon left after it had been done. From that night you both had slept in separate rooms.

You didn’t give up though, you wanted this to work out, more for your sake than his. It drove you crazy to live with a stranger you legally called your husband. And so you began to cook dinner for the both of you, waiting till he got home to eat together. At first it was silent between the both of you, gradually you would add in small questions. “How was the mission?” And such. He kept his responses short and quick, a simple “Good” or “Tiresome” when he wanted to excuse himself from the table. It didn’t bother you, he of course wouldn’t open up to you right away, so you continued with your antics. You packed Shisui food when he went on day long missions, started him baths when he got home, even suggested you both sleep in one room, which he declined.

You had been so caught up in your plan to sweeten your married life with Shisui you didn’t realize you were late. It had been two months since your wedding, two months since the consummation. So to confirm your suspicions you went to a village elder to see if you were pregnant.

“My dear, I sense a new chakra within you. Congratulations you are with child.” You couldn’t hold your tears of joy from the news, hand over your stomach you couldn’t imagine what the future might hold with this child. And so you went, speed walking to your home. A smile spread across your face, perhaps this was it. Shisui would come around now that you were carrying his baby. Quickly finishing up dinner when you arrived, it was almost time for Shisui to arrive. Waiting at the table, your head snapped to the sound of the door opening. Shisui slowly pulled out the chair and sat, “Thank you for the food.” He mumbled quietly before you both began eating. It had been a few minutes of silence, it was eating you up to hold the news.

“I went to see one of the elders today, and have returned with news” You spoke up, it peaked his interest, this was different from your usual dinner talks. “Well how’d it go?” Putting his fork down, eyes now shifting from the plate to you. Your hand settled on your stomach, taking a breath before speaking. “We are going to be parents”, your smile beaming at Shisui yet he seemed unmoved at your news. “Oh. That’s great, take it easy from now on. Well goodnight.” Voice monotone, yet it felt he spoke with anything but happiness. Left sitting alone at the table, your head dropped, tears began to flow from yours eyes. This was it you were done trying to be a good wife for him.

It had been 4 months now, your stomach has grown and you were visibly pregnant. You had hired new help, everything you had now done for Shisui was done by them. You didn’t even wait for him to eat dinner. And he felt it. The absence of someone who cared about him. Yet it didn’t bother him, he continued to see this marriage as one to benefit the clan. However as the nights went on, as the dinners he ate alone continued, he couldn’t help in missing your small talk. He wondered how you were feeling, perhaps the baby was giving you a hard time. He wasn’t heartless, and despite his feelings for you, you were the mother to his baby. So for the sake of the baby he’d turn things around.

It was early morning at the market, you continued buying the food for the household. It allowed you time to just wander about, getting some exercise for the baby. On this day Shisui had no missions assigned to him, so he suggested he help you carry the food. It took you aback, you declined but he insisted you shouldn’t be carrying much after all you were 5 months pregnant. Without much discussion he followed you out the door.

It was your usual stop along the route to the fruit stall, the young man who ran it always kind to you. “(Y/n)! I’m glad to see you back, it’s been a while.” A small frown tugged his lips. Shisui stood a few steps behind you, listening it. “Good morning Toma. I had to skip last weeks run here, it wasn’t exactly the best week with the baby. They were feeling a bit fussy and had me mostly lying down, but here we are how.” You both continued to chat as you picked fruits, Toma bagging them for you. “You know, you have that glow everyone talks about with pregnancy. The one that just makes people want to look and smile at you.” Maybe it was that he knew you always came alone to the market but his comment surprised you. Shisui’s eyes bore into your head, waiting to see what you would say. His fists clenched on his side, why would someone dare to speak to someone’s wife like that, especially his. You could only laugh it off, quickly paying for the fruit and handing it to Shisui.

And so as you continued through the market, he couldn’t help but notice now all the eyes that kept lingering on you, the greetings people would throw your way, and the smiles you gave back to them. You didn’t smile at him like that anymore, he felt something bubble within him. From that day on, he always lingered around you, he requested less missions to be with you more. He went to the market now for you, couldn’t let you continue to, see other men, possibly get hurt. Slowly he began to prohibit small things, a walk around the Uchiha compound no longer allowed. The clan members noticing your absence, but no one suspected much as you arriving to your due date at 8 months pregnant. Even at the birth of your child, Shisui restricted who would be allowed in the room with you and as expected he stood over them all, worried they weren’t taking adequate care of his wife. But all worries washed away when he heard the cry of the baby, a son. Everyone left the room and all Shisui could do was hold his son with excitement. And for the first time in your marriage he kissed you, a passionate kiss.

You had hoped his controlling actions would end once your son was born, but how wrong you were. They worsened. He now controlled almost everything in your life, even when you were allowed to see your son. However he knew he couldn’t keep you inside forever, people would begin to arouse rumors, so when you were allowed outside it was always accompanied by his closet friend, Itachi. Everyone avoided you, the people who once greeted you with such warm smiles never looked in your direction again. What you didn’t know is Shisui would have Itachi do the dirty work behind the scenes, threatening every man he once saw staring you down.

What you now lived was a life of isolation even with Shisui’s suffocating presence.

SFW

Shisui is such a sweetheart all the time. He loved to spend every waking moment with you, especially after your son was born. During the night there would be no escaping his tight grip on you. He could only sleep peacefully when he was almost underneath your skin. He is exceptionally intuitive, able to sense any change in your emotion and will be quick to act on it. He can’t have his beloved be sad or angry for too long, it didn’t look good on your beautiful face.

An amazing cook, on days he’s not on missions he will take over dinner.

Although he limits when you can see your son in fear he will steal all of your attention, he is a lovely family man. He will take the both of you out to dinners, but his favorite is a quiet dinner as a family and after to play with his son. A man who prefers kisses over anything, he enjoys pestering your face with them in any given moment. And when it’s one of those moods, he’s not shy to use tongue.

He will become severely depressed when you don’t show him affection back. Beating himself up constantly for taking so long to appreciate his wife. If he would’ve known he’d end up with you he’d marry you sooner, having you all to himself earlier.

NSFW

A gentle man. He loves to take his time with you exploring your body over and over again. Testing every possible point in your body that could bring you pleasure. His favorite point being your neck. He enjoys running his tongue up from your ear done to your collar bone, sucking and biting along his way. Just the perfect way to leave marks, visible ones.

Shisui is such an awkward man however when it comes to sex, despite him being a shinobi, he still gets shy during sex. His dirty talk is not a strong point, occasional laughter from his sad attempts to get you in the mood. This leads to quiet sex most of them, quiet meaning not talking, not being devoid of sounds. He is not shy in vocalizing his pleasure. You swear the entire compound can hear the two of you.

Shisui is not above mutual masturbation, he loves it. He walked in on you once pleasuring yourself, immediately cock in hand following your pace. No matter whether it’s sex or masturbation he prefers to finish on or in you.

His favorite possession is cowgirl, he loves being able to look up at you and have his hands free to roam your body, grope your ass or tits. His favorite being to play with your nipples, amplifying your pleasure and in return your pussy tenses around his cock. A high stamina as expected, multiple rounds will go down in one night especially after being away on missions. Expect him to not let you sleep at all.

[mae-lou-ron]

A Friend Indeed

Summary: Two years into settling on Pabu, Crosshair reluctantly finds solace in some familiar places.

Rating: T (might be G but set as T because I'm just a baby and I don't know how ratings work. Feel free to yell at me if I should change it) Warnings under the cut.

Tags/TWs: hurt/comfort, cute brotherly fluff, descriptions of PTSD, descriptions of sleep paralysis symptoms, recurring nightmares involving medical trauma (nothing described), heightened anxiety around dates, grief processing, mental health probs, just wrecker and crosshair being adorable brothers with their emotional support animals.

WC: ~1,800

A/N: this is the first work I've ever posted. It started as a completely self indulgent drabble of Crosshair bonding with a scrungly stray island cat (still in progress), but I loved writing this brotherly exchange between Crosshair and Wrecker so much it kinda turned into something else entirely by the end? This story falls in line with my HCs that Wrecker is the mediator middle child, Tech is still alive and on Pabu with his family, and that he's an awful snorer. Proofread by me.

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"And how is this supposed to help?" Crosshair seethed, looking down at the plush tooka doll his brother just shoved into his hand. "I don't need this, Wrecker."

"Oh come on, Crosshair, don't pretend like you didn't borrow Lula when we were younger...like that time you had nightmares after falling off the--"

"Stow it," Crosshair growled, throwing the doll back at his brother, but Wrecker, being used to his brother's temperament, dodged it easily. It tumbled to the floor and Batcher, who had been eyeing the tooka during their entire exchange, didn't hesitate to scoop it up and wiggle her hind quarters, hoping one of them would start a game of chase.

"Listen, I still get them too..." Wrecker said quietly as he took a step towards Crosshair, his hand resting on the sniper's shoulder with a gentle squeeze. "Want to tell me about it?" He was no stranger to navigating Crosshair's anger. Especially now, after two years of them living on Pabu, two years into recovering mentally and physically from their experiences with the Republic and the Empire, two years of healing the bonds between one another. Wrecker knew that it was always a cover for something more nuanced. So, he was quiet and let Crosshair percolate with his thoughts before he spoke about what was bothering him. After a few moments, Crosshair grumbled, resisting the urge to shrug his shoulder free, but the wall he put up cracked just enough.

"It's just..." Crosshair’s hand clenched into a fist at his side. Batcher flopped down on her bed dramatically at being ignored, still holding the tooka gently in her mouth. "It's not just the nightmares..." he mumbled. Wrecker took a half step back, eyes soft and trained on his brother's deep furrowed brow and scowl at opening up like this. But Wrecker was patient.

When Crosshair continued, his voice was barely a whisper, "Sometimes when I wake up I'm still stuck there and...I can't...I can't move..." he trailed off, his mind flitting back to that morning.

He'd woken from the dream, or so he thought. Tantiss' medical droids were still swirling in his periphery, the smell of disinfectant still sharp in his nose. His nervous system immediately reacted, seeking to lash out, to escape, but his body didn't respond- for a horrible moment he thought he might be strapped down again but no, nothing was biting into his skin, he simply couldn't move. He tried to speak, but the words remained on his tongue.

No. He thought bitterly. They're not here. I'm not there.

He kept repeating this in his head, almost like a mantra as the panic coursed through his body. The droid never came close enough to touch him, but still close enough to be a threat. It felt like an eternity until his tunneled vision brightened slightly, the bits and pieces started to fade, and his bedroom in his Pabu home came into the forefront. He could finally feel his limbs thawing, the weight of the blanket on his feet, the rising sun casting speckles on the wall, the sound of seabirds calling in the distance. These things helped ground him enough to remember his training, he slowed his breathing in an attempt to quiet his pounding heart. It worked, but it didn't quiet completely, not until he could feel his toes wiggle.

Wrecker's warm hand gave his shoulder another squeeze, gently bringing Crosshair back to the present moment. Crosshair glanced up at his brother's scarred face, into his concerned, mismatched eyes for a fleeting moment before shaking his head and casting his eyes back downward. Wrecker was always a good listener despite his boisterous demeanor. He never tried to talk Crosshair out of how he was feeling, or suggest solutions unless asked. He was content to be an ear to bend and a shoulder to lean on.

And Crosshair would rather be slowly digested by that massive tentacled sea creature in the bay than have all of his family members concern be directed towards him. Hunter watched and hovered too much and it only frustrated Crosshair more. Tech would listen and be sure to provide the most annoyingly practical solution. Echo was his first choice to go to about this specific issue, but he was away again and difficult to get a hold of these days. Omega, his heart softened a little thinking of her. She would drag him to the cliffs and insist they meditate, look at him with those kind, concerned eyes. His eyes.

No. Absolutely not. Wrecker was his best option at not driving Crosshair back into himself. And he was so tired, so the wall came down a bit further. He looked up quickly again to make sure Wrecker was still listening. He always was.

"And they're...often," The sniper's lips pressed into a thin line. "Almost every morning this past week," Crosshair continued. "And sometimes in the middle of the night, which are the worst," he spat out so quickly it took Wrecker a second to process what he said.

"This happened last year around this time too," Wrecker thought out loud. Crosshair cringed at the realization he'd already known, but grunted in affirmation. He had learned that sometimes this is how it goes, especially around dates with any significance, and they returned from Tantiss for the last time on this day two years ago.

Wrecker looked thoughtful for a moment before his face brightened at a sudden idea. He strode around the room and started gathering the cushions and pillows, tossing them into a pile in front of the couch.

"What are you doing?" Crosshair drawled wearily, his eyes following Wreckers movements. He was already regretting his decision to speak more freely about this.

"I'm getting comfy," Wrecker said plainly as he settled down amidst the pile of pillows, leaning back against the couch. Batcher took this as an invitation to dig out her own spot at Wrecker's side, Lula in tow, settling down with it under her chin. "See?" he said, his tone light. "Let's camp out here!" He said spreading his arms wide before returning his hands to the back of his head. "You know like back on Kamino in the training storage room whenever Tech would snore too loud?" He grinned at the memory. "Hunter would always find us and act all annoyed but he just always wanted to know where we were...and get away from Tech's snoring,"

"Still does," Crosshair snorted, one corner of his mouth curling up slightly. Admiration for his brothers pulled him out of his resolute melancholy a little more. He settled down on the other side of Batcher, resting his arm over her back like he'd done a thousand times before. The hound grumbled at him when he lifted her chin gently to retrieve Lula.

"No." Crosshair said firmly. Batcher's eyes still followed the doll but she settled back down. He held Lula before him, taking in the tattered fabric, the stains, the patches added to mend rips and burns. One of her ears was almost completely gone.

"This thing is...disgusting," Crosshair scoffed quietly, it was almost a chuckle.

"Yeah, it is," Wrecker laughed heartily. "But she's been with us the whole time. Look..." he said pointing at the burn across the doll's back. "That's from when those clanker disrupters I made for your fire puncher went off in the barracks, remember?" He smiled widely remembering how angry Tech was at them for setting his bed on fire, while he was still in it. And Wrecker's, but that was nothing new back then. He continued regaling Crosshair with anecdotes about how the blemishes were made over the years.

Wrecker suddenly yawned, stretching and settling further into the nest, "Alright if I sleep here tonight," he said drowsily, more a statement than a question, his eyes still bright. Stars, he was a terrible liar, but Crosshair appreciated his attempts to not wound his pride. To give Crosshair the choice for his company without having to ask for it.

He was working on it.

"I suppose," he drawled. It was already late when his brother came by to check on him— and it's not like Wrecker would be easily moved at this point anyway. 

Crosshair, resigned but thankful for the company, studied the tooka for a while longer. The knot in his chest loosened slightly at the reminder of the joyful and chaotic moments they've shared. Bright moments poking through the darkness like the stars studding the night sky. Instead of tucking the doll under his arm or clutching it to his chest, he stuffed it behind his head before settling back onto its familiar softness.

Crosshair folded his arms over his chest, closing his eyes and tuning in on the sounds of the insects chirping softly outside, the distant waves were harder to hear now that the tide had retreated, but still added to the calmness that now descended upon the island. Batcher grumbled in contentment, and soon Crosshair's breathing matched Wrecker's, lulling him into a more peaceful sleep than he'd had all week.

The next morning when Crosshair opened his eyes, the frightening things he may have dreamt about didn't follow him. They stayed where they belonged, far out of his periphery. The bright orange morning creeping over the horizon chased away some of the shadows from his mind. Not all of course, but, some. Wrecker and Batcher were still right beside him, both very real and sleeping soundly. He wiggled his toes experimentally. Pleased when the joints flexed on his command. He could move and get up if he wanted, but it was still far too early to rise and start the day. Instead, Crosshair did something he hasn't done in weeks- he went back to sleep.

Maybe he was still right, he thought as he drifted off again, Lula still tucked under his head. Maybe he didn't need this, but he had to admit, it helped.

[lowfunctioningoptimist]

Being a former Schoolteacher in the Van Der Linde Gang

Prompt: {Reader as a Former Teacher in the Van Der Linde Gang}

Fem!Reader x Various

Summary: It’s no secret that the Van Der Linde Gang brought together all sorts of misfits of all sorts of backgrounds. Hosea had been a stage actor, Bill had been a soldier, and Javier was once a revolutionary. However, with all these strange yet vibrant histories, yours always made you stand out. Far to off in the eastern side of the country, you had lived a modest but respectable life as a schoolteacher. 

Note: Reader is written as being in her late twenties to early thirties. I only have Arthur, John, Dutch, Abigail, Mary-Beth, Javier, Molly, and Sean in this post. I do intend to write the others, I just didn't want this to be too long. I can also write specific imagines or romantic hcs if requested!

ARTHUR

He’s likely to be the first to develop a crush on you. Honestly.

Arthur finds you comforting. You carry yourself with a warmth and a certain air of confidence that makes him feel safe in your presence. He didn’t have much schooling, so he sometimes gets shy about talking about academic subjects. Still, you do manage to coax him into deeper conversations than just “mornin’” and “lovely day, ain’t it?”

Arthur is softer than he seems and sees more than he’s always willing to say. After cracking through the awkward small-talk phase of your friendship, you and Arthur begin to talk more on philosophy. He’s never considered himself all that smart, but you tell him that he’s insightful. Insightful? Him? It's enough to make him blush sometimes.

As he gets to know you better, Arthur starts to do small favors for you. Nothing too big. Just things like bringing back books from town or little trinkets he thought you might like. If you need help with your chores, he might just join you if Miss Grimshaw ain't around. Certain people in the gang have taken to calling him, "teacher's pet."

JOHN

He hardly paid you any mind, at first.

After you spent a few weeks with the gang, he started seeing you with Jack. Thought nothing of it, at first. Then it became a regular occurrence and despite himself, he got just a touch paranoid. You were brand new to the gang. A stranger. Why would Abigail let you near his her son? He confronted her only to find out that Abigail had asked you to teach Jack as his own private tutor. Needless to say, he felt a bit silly.

From what he can tell, you're not half-bad of a teacher. Jack's learning his numbers, writing his name, and is starting to ask for more books. While a part of him wants to be happy... it only vexes him further. Why would such an innocent civilian such as yourself be all the way out here?

John takes a while to warm up to you, but you proved to be less stuffy than you looked. You have a firm yet gentle way about you. And somehow, you can correct someone without ever making them feel stupid or simple for it.

DUTCH

He enjoys your keen mind and education, but he also resents it.

Dutch won't share with the others how he found you or how you became an outlaw. He likes to say that it's your story to tell. Really, he just like to know something no one else does. His reason for recruiting you was just as simple, he hadn't met someone like you before.

It's not everyday he meets an ex-teacher-turned-outlaw. Dutch found your situation interesting, unique. He does so like to collect outcasts. Especially one as educated and clean as you. Dutch starts to linger by you as you do your chores to initiate a playful debate. Unlike most in the gang, you disagree with some of his philosophies and have counterarguments that make him pause. That's not to say you've ever convinced him to change his mind, oh no. His pauses are more for him to steady himself so he doesn't show how bothered your resistance makes him.

As much as Dutch loves to spar with you mentally, he secretly finds offense in your obstinance. What you see as playful debate may just turn into a case against you as a traitor.

JAVIER

Now, this one may seem odd, but Javier is second most likely to develop a strong attraction for you. 

When he first saw you, it wasn’t precisely love at first sight. You were new, having joined just after Charles. Javier agreed with Bill that you wouldn’t last long. Everything about you just screamed, “civilian.” You dressed modestly, wore spectacles, spoke proper English, and seemed clueless as how to survive in the west. The only reason he didn’t outright resent you was because Dutch had been the one to bring you into the gang. 

The crush started around the same time you got more comfortable at camp. Sometimes you let your hair down, literally and figuratively, both of which he found very attractive. You have a mouth on you, and you aren’t scared of much. Seeing you stare down Bill for swearing in front of Jack was enough to prove that. He likes how tough but fair you are. How you’re educated but you’re not stuck up about it, unlike some he’s met. 

MARY-BETH

Is shy about it, but eventually goes to you for help with her writing.

Mary-Beth finds out that you both like “silly romance,” books and she starts to talk about how she writes her own. With it being so hard to find new things to read, you jump at the chance to read her work. Mary-Beth is quite shy about it, but she lets you read a few pages. Much to her surprise, you praise the work and ask for more. She starts to use you as an editor for some of her short stories. You enjoy her writing quite a lot and encourage her to keep going. 

You and Mary-Beth get on very well. You’re both bookworms and not too keen on violence for violence’s sake. Privately, you talk about what you hope your life will be like some day.

SEAN

Finds the fact that you’re an outlaw to be completely hilarious. 

As he gets more used to your presence, Sean starts to come to you with questions about the world. He does this because, as a teacher, he assumes you must know the answer to at least some of these. Questions like, “Why do we call ducks and geese different things when they look alike?” or “How’d we even decide what to name things? Did we see an orange’n on a trre an’ tink, ‘Oh now that’s an orange!’ or did we already have the color all sorted out? How’d they name colors to begin with?”

Sean will sometimes follow you around camp to ask you these questions, and the gang finds it quite funny. You’ll just be doing your chores with Sean slinking behind you as his mouth runs a mile a minute. What surprises most is that you usually at least try to give him an answer. Some folks didn’t believe you were really a teacher when you first joined… They believed you after they saw how patient you can be with Sean. 

ABIGAIL

First, she was suspicious of you. Then, she trusted you more than most.

Once Abigail was certain you weren’t going to sprint back into town to turn everyone in, she had a favor to ask. Jack was getting older and although Hosea and Dutch offered to teach him to read and write, they hadn’t the time to start. She asked you to teach him whatever you could when time allowed. You were excited to help, eager. Jack being as young as he was, took to your lessons fast. In little time, you were helping him sound out sentences and write his name. This started a new problem for Abigail, however. She never learned to read or write herself. Jack would try to show her his work, or ask her to read him a story, and she couldn’t.

Instead of shaming her, you offered to teach her how to read as well. Abigail refused at first, but relented when you said she could teach you how to sew in return. Through her, you start to feel more a part of the gang.

MOLLY

She only started to have a problem with you once she realized you weren’t some old hag.

When you first joined the gang, you were still dressing like a teacher. Your clothes were bulky and formless, hair all pulled back in a bun, and you were quiet. As you got more into the outlaw life, you started to dress a bit more like the other women. Started showing more of your personality. And more importantly, Dutch started to pull you aside more often. 

Molly can’t help but feel paranoid about you and Dutch. When she spies in on you two, all she sees is you both reading or debating. It’s not as if he’s holding your hand or whispering in your ear… but it feels wrong. Dutch talks to you about things he won’t talk to her about. Books, philosophy, world events, the strange and esoteric. It feels like you satisfy him in a way she can’t, and Molly comes unglued thinking about it. 

[voltronisanobsession]

Hiiiii. Im gonna request again bc i love your writing and want more. So I got this idea while watching the episode where voltron crosses into an alternate reality and they meet Sven and Slav. What if the paladins (specifically Lance, Pidge and Keith) and their s/o had a way of looking into some of their alternate realities (maybe Pidge creates a way to see their alternate realities) only to find out that they are soulmates and fall in love in every reality they exist in together…like BRO SOULMATESSSSS IN EVERY REALITYYYY??? Kill me with fluff plz thnx ❤️‍🔥🥹

Soulmates in all Realities

OMG WHEN I TELL YOU I HAD A SIMILAR IDEA BUT FOR ALLURA!!!! I actually really LOVE this idea, im a sucker for soulmates💔 I had a little trouble deciding how I wanted to format this, but I decided on just writing them out than doing hcs, I really did enjoy this, free therapy. ALSO I WANTED TO INCLUDE HUNK ALLURA AND SHIRO BUT IMMA DO THAT IN A DIFFERENT POST‼️‼️ALSO IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER💔💔💔

Lance

The team rushed to where Pidge had urgently called them to, wondering what could have been so important that she needed all of them together. Worried yet confused, murmurs sounded in the room as they all waited for the two final paladins to join them.

Shoulder to shoulder, Lance and you both animatedly spoke to each other, giggles and laughter bouncing off the halls of the castle, entering the room with dumb smiles on your faces. There was one thing that was special yet odd about your relationship, which was how fast and easily you were able to click with each other.

Despite only having met after rescuing Shiro when you all were back on Earth, Lances’ outgoing personality clashed well with your own, immediately creating a strong bond in the first few days of knowing each other. While it was strange for the others to see how fast you both grew close to each other, none of them really bothered understanding why this was the case.

Since knowing Lance, you have always felt a strong pull towards him, a feeling foreign from what the other paladins gave you. You had figured he was just the right person you met at the right time.

Lance however, knew from the second he laid eyes on you that you were different from any other person he’s met. He realized when he began talking to you that it felt more like talking to an old friend he’s known for years than an actual stranger he barely knew.

The chemistry between you two was obvious, and after some time you and Lance finally decided to clumsily confess to each other, leading us to the where we are now.

Everyone quieted down once you guys entered the room.

“What’s with the get together Pidge? We were on our third round of Hunks food.” Crossing his arms, Lance leaned his body against yours, causing you to stumble as you tried to keep your balance from his added weight.

Turning around, Pidge, along with Allura, both looked at the group with open and amazed eyes. “Remember how we were stuck in an alternate reality? I was able to save and keep a small piece of the comet when we were going to examine it! Allura and I weren’t able to do much BUT!”

She took a small mirror like object from the table it was settled on and showed it off.

“We were able to make this! Allura somehow was able to use her Altean magic to merge the comet into a functioning mirror, which can look into different realities! I’ve been messing around with it, this can look through realities based on whoever is holding it!”

The group stared in astonishment until Hunk spoke.

“Cool! Very cool, fascinating actually! But! How exactly is this gonna help us on our battle with Zarkon?”

“Uhh, not that much…” Allura sighed in defeat yet regained her energy.

“It’s really interesting though! When I looked through it, i was able to see myself in different lifetimes and different versions of myself! Thought we would show you guys as well.”

One by one, everyone looked through the small mirror, some smiling at the mirror while others showed conflicting looks on their faces. The mirror was finally passed to where you and Lance stood, eagerly taking it in your hands with excitement.

“Ooooh I wonder how I’ll look like!” You gingerly took the mirror into your hands, looking into it with eyes full of wonder. Once the image cleared on the crystal surface, you immediately recognized yourself in the center. Despite the differences your alternate self had, like your in hair length and unknown surroundings, you stared in amazement. Suddenly a new figure entered the mirrors image.

“Hey! Is that me??” Lance shoved his face next to yours, staring in shock as he saw the two versions of you holding hands and giving each other loving kisses on the cheek. This made you both flush as the group began circling around you, suddenly interested in what was happening.

Once yours and Lances’ face were displayed on the mirror, new images began appearing, each with the same reoccurring scene. In one reality, this Lance, whose hair was past his chin, held you in his arms, spinning you around. Another image flashed as you both stared in shock as you realized both of you were still together in this new reality as well.

Every new image had you guys in shock, eyes wide open until you finally decided to put down the mirror. A thumping had emerged during this time in your head, watching as Lance held onto his head in slight pain. At once, you already had an idea of what this meant.

“If you guys new each other in these different realities, it’s not any coincidence. Are you always going to meet in every universe?” The group stood in silence as Pidge spoke. You looked at Lance, knowing he understood as well from the look he gave you.

One full of pain and remorse, one of pure love. This was no mistake. The universe had always planned for you to be together.

“We’re soulmates.” You breathed out, the words feeling right and true to your heart.

“Soulmates.” Lance whispered, slowly beginning to smile until he lifted you up in the air, laughing with joy.

“WE’RE SOULMATES IN EVERY UNIVERSE!”

Pidge

Pidge fiddled with a mirror like object, watching its surface gleam under the bright lights of the castle. Huffing, she sat up and walked out of her room.

After barely escaping the alternate reality they went through, the group all had to take a breather from any missions.

Not only had Lotor gotten away with the entire comet, but Pidge has had this crushing headache that didn’t seem to go away no matter what she did. Not after meeting hers and yours alternate selves in that reality.

And it seemed that she wasn’t the only one affected by this as you have also complained about an agonizing throbbing in your head after the mission. It only got worse when you guys were near each other. Deciding it would be best to stay away for a while, you and Pidge reluctantly kept your distance in hopes the pain would go away.

But it was days like these that Pidge couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t bare with the nonstop throbbing in her head by herself. She knew it would probably make it worse, visiting you, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. Walking down the long hallways towards your room, Pidge let her mind wander.

Seeing you and her, along with Slav and Sven, made her begin questioning just how little they all knew of the different universes that laid beyond their knowledge. Seeing the way your alternate selves clung to each other, protecting the other from danger, made her smile.

Despite the obvious difference in appearance and names, they really did resemble you and herself, which frightened her a bit. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that you both knew each in that reality and in your own, right?

The closer the young girl got to your room, the more apparent her headache became. Groaning, Pidge knocked on your door twice before she heard shuffling coming from the inside. Slowly you opened the door, eyes tired yet alert as you looked down on your intruder.

“I knew it was you the second I felt my head began hurting again.” Despite the weak smile you gave her, Pidge felt immediately guilty.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I just… I just needed to see you.”

Humming, you seemed to be thinking about something before opening the door fully, letting Pidge in. “You’re here already, might as well let you in.”

Pidge smiled and entered the room, immediately flopping on your bed and getting comfortable. You joined her, gently laying down to avoid making the pain worse.

The two of you laid in silence as you held her hand, enjoying each others company while trying your best to ignore the consistent throbbing that wouldn’t go away. It was until you noticed the mirror in her other hand that you finally broke the silence.

“What’s that?” Eyes drifting to where you were looking, Pidge raised the mirror so you can properly see it.

“Remember the comet piece I took for examination? I forgot I had it, so I decided to see what I could do with it.”

Pidge placed it in your hands.

“Those Alteans said that with the comet, they would be able to travel to different realities, so I thought ‘might as well make a mirror to see into other realties.’ I don’t if it works though. I wanted to try it with you.”

Looking at her with wide eyes, you began smiling. It always fascinated you how Pidge’s brain worked. Shuffling up into a sitting position, you dragged her up as well.

“Alright well let’s try this together.”

Not really understanding how to use the mirror, you turned it around until just staring at your own reflection. Suddenly, both of you watched in amazement as the mirrors image slowly warped to a different one.

“What’s happening?” The question was left unanswered as the image slowly cleared up, showing two familiar faces.

In the mirror, it showed what appeared to be you and Pidge, sitting at a table drinking something from their mugs. Their surrounding was unfamiliar, but the smile on the alternate version of yourselves captivated the two of you. Suddenly the mirror began flashing images quickly, each showing different versions of yourselves in alternate universe.

“How-”

Pidge was cut off by a striking pain going through her head. You quickly dropped the mirror, hands going to clutch your head as you whimpered in agony.

Images and scenes flashed through your heads, memories flashing quickly before you could even comprehend what was happening. Whispering from the memories echoed through your head, sounding much louder as your heart beat sped up.

These weren’t your memories. Yet all of them showed you in them. Dressed in various styles of clothing, hairstyles you’ve never had, all the images had your face in each one. And with you, there was one other person present in each memory.

Finally the intense flashbacks came to an end. Huffing, you brought a shaky hand to your mouth to cover the soft sobs that came out of you. It’s not every day your forced into remembering everything from your past lives.

Your eyes slowly drifted to where Pidge now laid starring off into the distance, watching as tears slowly fell down her face. Pidge turned her head towards you, reaching out her arms. You quickly pulled her into a crushing hug, emotions too strong for either of you to speak a word.

“I didn’t think we would find each other in this life time too.” Pidge whispered, her grip unrelenting on you. You let out a watery laugh.

“I guess the universe always planned for us to meet.”

After all this time, the pain that had bothered the two of you finally disappeared, leaving only two found soulmates in its wake.

Keith

“Keith do you know where Y/N is?”

Interrupted from his cleaning, Keith looked up from his blade to look at Pidge. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“No, I don’t. Is something wrong?”

She raised a small object from her side and showed him a mirror. Keith looked at it, glanced at Pidge, then back at the mirror.

“You want to show them a mirror?” Pidge nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah! But I can’t find them anywhere. I was wondering if you can, you know…”

Keith finally understood why the short girl came to him. Sighing, he put down his sword and the small rag he was using and got up. He began walking towards the door with Pidge following after him.

Keith had this special… ability. No matter where you were, he always knew where to find you. It was difficult to explain to the others at first, trying not to sound creepy, but as time went on they were able to see what exactly he meant.

Since meeting you after saving Shiro all that time ago, Keith felt this strong pull towards you. Quite literally, it always felt like he was pulled towards your direction as there were times where he would wander around the castle only to see his body led him to where you were.

This happened so often that you even began noticing whenever Keith was around, even if you didn’t see him. But when you told him you didn’t feel the same intense pulling, he thought there was something wrong with him.

It didn’t last long though once he realized you could read him like an open book. Whenever he was upset about something, you would always happen to stumble into him and just know. Like something wrong was happening with him.

He was never able to lie to you about how he was feeling. Not when it seemed like you could look past all the walls he put up. When you could see through all of his confused emotions.

So that’s how you two were able to build up your relationship, him running to you whenever you were in trouble and you knowing whenever something was wrong during an intense mission, just by your gut.

“You know, I always wondered how you know where Y/N is.” Pidge broke the silence causing Keith to look down to her as he continued his walking.

No matter how many times he tried explaining it to the group, they couldn’t fully understand the science behind it.

“I mean. It’s like a force is pushing me to Y/N. My body just knows where to go.” Keith sighed. It was hard even for him to explain.

Pidge let out a thoughtful hum. The two continued down the long halls until they came to a double corridor. The young girl stepped up.

“Wait! Lemme guess which way she’s at!” Rubbing her chin, Pidge pointed to the right hallway, looking at Keith with a smile.

Keith let out a small smile of his own as he headed the opposite way, Pidge letting out a groan as she followed him through the left corridor.

They soon arrived to the hanger where the lions were all recharging. Pidge furrowed her eyebrows as she didn’t see you anywhere.

“I think your Y/N radar is a little off.” Keith rolled his eyes.

“I don’t have an ‘Y/N radar.’” Walking up to the Black Lion, Keith furrowed his eyebrows once again, wondering what you were doing in his lion. Pidge stood beside him confused as she didn’t know you were inside the lion.

“Y/N?” The boy called out for you, only waiting a few moments before you came jogging outside to see both him and Pidge. You smiled at both of them.

“It never ceases to amaze me how your radar works.” Pidge walked up to you as Keith let out a noise.

“It’s not- ugh whatever.” Keith walked up to you as well, placing a gentle hand on your back, the nonstop pulling settling at last.

“What’s up guys? Did something happen?” You looked confused as Pidge smiled at you with Keith shrugging his shoulders.

“Look what I was able to do with the comet ore I had!” You looked at her with wide eyes.

“Wait you still had some of the comet with you?!” The girl nodded quickly.

“Yup! Allura said I could use it since it was too small for her and Coran to make anything useful with it so boom! I made a window to see into other realities.”

“You make that sound like a normal thing to do.” Keith grunted out as his hand rubbed your back.

Hitting him with your elbow, you rolled your eyes and took a seat on the ground, beckoning her to join you. Once she told you how it worked, she handed you the delicate mirror.

“I wanted to show you first before showing the others. I was able to see myself in other realities and I just found it so AMAZING!”

Smiling, you looked up to Keith who was still standing and patted the spot next you. He hesitantly sat down, his leg touching yours.

“Let’s see if we’re together in these realities.” You joked, causing Keith’s face to warm up and Pidge to gag in the background.

Placing the mirror in front of your face, you and Keith watched in awe as an image slowly began appearing. A foggy figure stood in the center of the mirror, clearing up to reveal you. Or a different version of you. Despite having your face, this version of you looked completely different! You weren’t human in that universe.

“Are you seeing this! Woaaahhh!” You were so enraptured by what you were seeing you barely noticed the new person entering the image when you faced the mirror to Keith.

There walked in what seemed to be a Galra? Yet this Galra had Keith’s face and smile. You quieted down, feeling Keith clutch onto your hand, urging you to bring the mirror closer to him. There you both watched as your alternate versions talked to each other with a soft look in their eyes. The image soon changed showing many different realities of yourselves, each of them with each other.

The mirrors images soon faded only showing yours and Keith’s faces staring back in shock. You slowly placed the mirror on you lap and looked towards Keith. He was staring at the object in your lap still until he felt your stare.

His eyes made contact with yours and then it all suddenly clicked. Why he felt a pull towards you. Why you were able to read his mind so easily. In your reality, you two were always meant to meet.

“I guess we’re…” Keith hesitantly spoke still staring into your eyes with a newfound happiness.

“Soulmates?” You let out a small chuckle of your own cupping his cheek. After the word left you mouth, you felt something twist inside of you. And just like that, a flood of emotions crashed down on you as you felt Keith’s love, confusion, happiness, and fear merge with your own.

You smiled and he smiled right back.

Pidge looked between the two of you in shock and confusion.

“WAIT WHAT?! SOULMATES??”

Both of you looked at her in shock as you guys forgot she was there too. You looked at each other and then laughed at her confusion. Time to tell the others.

[spooklies]

Hay I loved your Yandere platonic Jason Todd HC could you please do more maybe with a friend with powers or something

# Control - Platonic Yandere Jason Todd & GN!Reader

♡ ... › He needed to keep control over them if he wanted to survive, unaware of the control he’s lose in the process.

— Written in HC Format

♡ ... › Warning(s) - Mild physical abuse. Child endangerment.

– It started with them taking pity, and then things began to escalate as she was forced to make a choice. Put her trust in this stranger in an act of selflessness, or make the smart choice and live selfishly? 

The rain was unrelenting that night in the streets of Crime Alley, and for Jason that meant it was a battle for not only food and water but for warmth as well. He’d made a home of sorts out of the material he could find lying around the dumpsters but because the material to begin with was as flimsy as they come, he ended up getting soaked anyway. 

So there he was, shivering beneath a cardboard box like some abandoned kitten, feeling more pathetic than at any other moment of his life. Each desperate gulp for moisture was akin to what he’d imagine eating gravel was like, dry and sharp. He couldn’t stop his thoughts from pondering the pros and cons of drinking out of a nearby puddle. If it meant surviving then he’d suck up what was left of his pride and do what he had to do. And as his thoughts continued to stray further into the pits of desperation, a shadow was suddenly cast over his form.

The cardboard box that had begun to drip and tear from the weight of the water was suddenly lightened, moving up with the growing cloud of water before being forced away somewhere else. Jason was mesmerized by the way the water had moved so unnaturally, and just as he was beginning to question who and what had done that, they’d stepped up and crouched in front of him, asking if he wanted them to dry their clothes for him as well with a wary look on their face.

It was obvious to him that they didn’t want to, so why bother offering in the first place?

At first, Jason glared, all the skepticism mustered into that look alone, but building trust came easy when they offered him an endless supply of clean water that came straight from the source above. He should decline, putting himself in a position where he was reliant on someone else for survival was never a good idea. But he was desperate, that much he could admit. And in his desperation, he made the choice to put his trust in someone else for the first time in a awhile just as they did the same for him. 

– After that night, Jason understood the importance of trust and how you could easily die without it.

His new friend explained to him that same night that their ability to manipulate water was meant to be a secret, and that if it got out then they would be in serious trouble. Jason listened intently, playing the part of the sympathetic friend as they stupidly told him something he could very well use against him if he so needed to.

They made it so easy. He almost felt bad, almost.

“And if that were to happen, then we wouldn’t be able to see each other again, right?” Jason had asked, the reality of losing this source of sustenance causing him to panic mildly. He kept all his thoughts and emotions reined in, aware that their partnership was still in the beginning stages. Fragile, and easily shattered if he didn’t play his cards right.

His friend nodded, nothing but seriousness in those eyes of theirs. “Let’s make a deal,” They held out their pinky, and that had Jason hesitating. Deals are what get you killed, it's what ultimately got his father killed, and it’s what could bring him down the same path if he wasn’t careful. “I’ll help you, that means anything related to water issues, and you help me by keeping my secret, deal?”

Jason thought it over for a few minutes, trying to think of all the ways this deal could backfire on him, but after realizing this would provide him more benefits than cons, he held his pinky and wrapped it around theirs. He made sure to give them his best smile, quickly understanding that all of this would be way easier than he had originally anticipated.

“Deal, but we have to know where each other is at all times, okay?” They nodded, their shoulders relaxing as he wrapped his pinky around theirs. It wouldn’t be good if they found someone else possibly better than he was to take care of their needs, that would mean he lost a good source of survival.

He needed control. And if there’s anything the lousy adults in his life taught him, it was that the best way to gain it was through emotional means.

Unbeknownst to him, his plan would backfire in the most unexpected way possible. 

– In the following years, the two of them became inseparable.

They’d both kept their promises to each other with a few unsaid rules being thrown into the mix. After they’d promised to always be where Jason was nearby or aware of, they would often get scolded whenever they’d wandered too far, or too close to someone that was on Jason’s danger list.

“I thought I told you to stay where I could see you?” Jason had a vice-like grip on their wrist, teetering on the edge of pain. It was getting harder for him to become aware of his growing strength as he got older, so they didn’t blame him whenever he accidentally caused a bruise or two.

Nothing could compare to what they’d been through with people much older and bigger than he was. And it wasn’t like he was doing it on purpose, so it was easy to ignore and play off his actions. 

“I just wanted to pet that cat…” It felt like a reasonable enough response when they’d initially thought it, but saying it aloud made their face heat up in embarrassment. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, we’re going back to our place,” His tone left no room for argument, not that they would dare. Especially not when he all but dragged them through the streets by their wrist.

– If someone ever bothered his friend, now referred to as his best friend, then he’d make sure that person would suffer.

When Jason finally became aware of the strength he contained it was… scary to watch first hand. They’d been too fearful to step in and stop Jason from throwing those last punches, but the stinging pain on their face was a reminder of why Jason had gone as far as he had.

After Jason was finished he turned to his friend, a relieved smile on his face at seeing his best friend now safe and out of harm's way. A notion he made sure was possible as the person beneath him took their final breaths. 

“I think… I think we should head back before it starts to rain, yeah?” He wiped the specks of blood off his face in a manner that was inappropriately nonchalant considering what had just happened. He stood himself off the corpse and moved so he was instead standing in front of his best friend, those same hands that had just taken a life now gently brushing against the side of their face that stung with the pain of their newfound bruise.

He was scowling, but they understood it wasn’t directed at them. “That fucking bastard,” He mumbled, and then louder asked, “Did he hit you anywhere else?” 

They swallowed, a heavy feeling in their chest. “No…” Jason’s hand moved to theirs as he easily interlocked their fingers. He was shaking, the movement only being noticeable due to their almost unmoving state. The contrast in their demeanors was like night to day, something they chose to focus on as he brought them back to their place.

– One night, Jason disappeared. And he didn’t come back for a while.

They had begun to fear the worst, thinking their best friend was lying on the street somewhere dead after picking a fight with the wrong person. Their fear had prevented them from leaving the building Jason had called theirs, hunger and for the first time thirst wearing them down as each day passed.

But they knew Jason wouldn’t want them to stay wasting away in their lonesome, he’d want the exact opposite of that. So after years of relying entirely on Jason for their survival, they left the house and thus began a new chapter in their life.

– And then, after almost a month of radio silence, came a brightly colored vigilante.

They had been getting ready for bed when they heard the distinct squeak of a window pulling open from not too far away. Immediately their heart spiked with anxiety, the worst scenarios coming to mind as they readied themselves for a fight, only to hesitate upon seeing a kid their age wearing brightly colored clothes they’d only seen a few times upon glancing at a discarded newspaper.

“Robin?” They questioned, startling back when the colorful boy practically jumped towards them and embraced them. The water from the cup they’d left on the floor flew up and wrapped itself around Robin’s neck in a noose of sorts, just short of strangling the stranger if he were to start harming them.

But… nothing like that ever happened. They hesitated, and the collar they’d made dispersed and made itself at home in the fabrics of Robin’s uniform.

“I’m sorry… I’m so so sorry,” Robin kept repeating apologies, and the longer he spoke the more that familiarity snapped into place. They felt tears well up in their eyes, their arms finally rising to wrap themselves around Robin as they began crying. “I didn’t want to be gone for as long as I was, but now I’m back!”

They hiccuped back a sob. Was this real? Has their best friend really been okay all this time?

“I thought… I thought you were dead!” They sobbed, Robin sniffled, but he wasn’t crying nearly as much as they were.

“No, no, nothing like that! I was so worried when I couldn’t see you, but I’m here now and I can finally take you with me!”

Their confusion drowned out any happiness the reunion brought them.

“What? Jason, where have you been? And what do you mean you’re taking me somewhere?” They weren’t sure where this sudden ball of unease came from, but the longer they stood there next to Robin– no, Jason, the stronger that feeling grew. 

Everything about the boy in front of them was different. And usually, different means danger. 

And so, they spent the next few hours catching up, all of their questions being answered in ways that made their suspicion out to be unreasonable. Were they overthinking things again? Jason always told them that they tended to do that. So was this truly any different? 

– Leaving the home they’d made together was difficult for more reasons than one.

Life all at once was suddenly moving way too fast for their liking. They’d assumed the worst of their best friend and thought him dead, and after spending a month regaining their independence they were losing all of that progress all over again with his return.

They should be happy, which they are, but it felt as if they were losing something else important to them right as they’d gained something back. A constant state of losing and gaining, but they struggled to comprehend which they wanted more, and which would benefit them the most in the end.

“Jason, what if I wanted to stay here?” It was completely hypothetical, but they regretted it almost as fast as they’d said it.

A beat of silence, a sense of dread filling them that they tried their best to keep from showing as Jason stared at them with an unnatural looking smile.

“No, you made a promise, remember?” Their eyes widened as they remembered what it was he was referring to. That pinky promise from the day they first met, a deal they had proposed in their desperation for a connection that didn’t originate from an adult wanting to take advantage of them. 

Jason wrapped his hands around theirs, a slight tremble in the gesture that they weren’t sure who it came from. 

“Plus, where we’re going you can learn how to use your powers without worrying so much about keeping it a secret! Doesn’t that sound nice?”

They… supposed that did. And if it’s Jason, then they can put their trust in him. Right?

[kentosbabes]

Hello dear how are you?! First of all thank you for your hard work!! If it's alright for you may I ask dating hc of young high school time gojo x (fem)reader? How would he act around the person he loves and is he a Heartbreaker? Please take your time.thank you!

I'm good! Hope you are well aswell <33

Highschool Gojo X Reader hcs

Gojo who is a 'what he wants he gets' type of person, so when he sees something or someone he wants he has to have it. His cocky nature would thrive in his high school years. He walks through the corridors sliding his sunglasses down his nose to give the girls a peek of his eyes and smirking at how flustered they all get.

Gojo who always has a new girl at his side with pride thinking that they'll be the 'special' one. Gojo doesn't pay too much mind to them, to him it's just a bit of fun and he has no interest in protecting their feelings. His 'heartbreaker' reputation doesn't bother him at all, instead, he sees it as a way to just get more girls.

Gojo who can't help but feel offended as you just roll your eyes at him and scoff as he flashes a charming smile at you. He doesn't pay too much mind to what others think of him yet his ego is hit every time you scoff at him.

Gojo who can't stop watching as you giggle at a joke his best friend Geto told you. His eyes are attached to the way your plump lips move and your eyes sparkle as you look up at him. Gojo's only broken out of his trance by the blonde girl who sits at his side rubbing his arms up and down.

Gojo who can't hold back and gets up from his seat with the girl and strolls over to you. 'Heyy look who it is, my two favorite people' He says throwing an arm around his best friend. 'Gojo what do you want' you say rolling your eyes at him.

Gojo who after failing at winning you over with charm he opts for a different tac-tic. He becomes more invested in his relationships and being more affectionate within school hoping you would notice and be jealous.

Gojo who doesn't realize how much his change in behavior affected you. He doesn't notice how you stare as he hugs a girl around the waist, or how you play with your fingers as you see him pull a girl into a storage room.

Gojo who can feel you stare at him during training, and decides to confront you later that day at a small party. Gojo stands at your side as you watch everyone dance around. 'you know you could just keep a picture' he says looking down at you. 'shut up Gojo'

Gojo who managed to kiss you that night and from then on he's been inseparable from you. He was never too fond of the girls who threw themselves at him but you, you made him feel giddy inside. And when you were too far away he felt sick, so he made sure to keep you close.

Gojo who is all for the little things. He remembers your favorite flowers and makes sure to buy you a bouquet at least once a week, he remembers your coffee order and favorite food. Gojo loves kissing you, from kissing your knuckles to showering your face with them. He just can't help himself.

Gojo who is obsessed when in love. The thought of you plagues his mind and he feels a hole in his heart when you're not near. He can be a little possessive when you talk to other guys but with a strong hand wrapping around you and pulling you into his lap he is a happy man.

Gojo who although is still in high school enjoys cuddling with you and planning out your future. He knows a lot of his is destined because of his six eyes but he can't help but fantasize about a simple domestic life with you.

Gojo who as soon as you mention being jealous of some girl he spoke to, blocked all his ex-girls and girl friends from his phone. He has you as his lock screen and has you and Geto stared as his favorites in his contacts.

Gojo who loves to show you off to others. From talking about you when he and Geto are together, to showing random strangers photos he has of you on his phone. He just can't get enough.

Gojo who spoils you like crazy. He's buying anything you say you like and point out at the shopping mall. Gojo takes you out to fancy restaurants and luxury vacations just to see you smile.

Gojo who although hates seeing you cry, is more than happy to take care of you. His first response is 'Who hurt you? I'll kill them' but quickly he's cuddling you in his arms and kissing your forehead telling you your okay. He also makes sure to run a hot bath and order your favorite takeout.

Gojo who wouldn't let anything hurt you and vows to protect you for life. He's always worrying about you even in the smallest of situations. For example, when the coffee cup is too hot and burns your hand, he is all over you for the rest of the day making sure you're okay.

Gojo who was the first to say 'I love you'. He made it a big deal, with rose petals, candles, and a fancy dinner. That night was the first time you had sex and he couldn't help but repeat 'I love you' over and over again.

[calangolengo]

I am asking for HC for Mute Dipper or Little or Big Dipper AU's. These Gravity Falls AU's are interesting.

You ask, you get it!

I had never thought of a mute!Dipper anes because I always kind of hoped his parents would be responsible enough not to let it happen, but here are some headcanons I made for this scenario.

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Dipper was born the younger twin and that seemed to have been the rule of his life for as long as he could remember, the youngest, the smallest, the slowest, the most antisocial. Not being the most talkative ended up quickly making it onto the list as well, after all his sister did enough talking for both of them.

His parents sent him to a pediatric speech therapist on the school's recommendation and to some pediatric doctors as well. The result was always the same, that he needed to be encouraged to talk, to socialize and to do group activities. For a while this helped, children are very sociable when they want to be and having his sister by his side helped too. Dipper started to talk more at home, with Mabel and his parents.

Things had changed at school. Children, despite being sociable, were also very susceptible to making cruel comments when they met people who were different from them. Not even his super sociable sister seemed to be doing better than him, which made him sad, but still comforted him. At least he wasn't alone, he still had his sister to talk to.

The older he got, the more he realized he was different from the people around him, preferring to keep to himself, studying and reading at home instead of running around, talking only to teachers or his family, keeping his head down and avoiding older children. Speaking only when asked and not drawing attention to himself. His parents seemed too busy to notice that one of their children was falling into an old habit.

When his parents decided to inform him at the beginning of the summer that he and his sister would be spending not only their vacation but also their birthday in some hidden place in the country with some relative they had never even heard of before, Dipper seriously considered running away from home. It wasn't in his plans to spend three months with a complete stranger who might be interested in talking to him, until then few words and Mabel's help had made him go unnoticed at home and at school, but in a completely new environment? He was in serious trouble.

When he arrived in Gravity Falls and met his grunkle Stan the urge to run away was still strong, the man seemed very interested in giving Dipper a hard time or at least making him work without expecting anything in return, but by the end of the week he had the journal, had fought gnomes and earned a resentment from Stan, who actually acted as if Dipper's moments of silence didn't even bother him and was content with his few words and with Mabel filling the gaps between them.

He'd started talking more over the summer, his muteness showing up more when he was stressed, scared, or overwhelmed by the day's events, and every time Grunkle Stan acted like it was just something natural for him to do, filling the silences with answers he thought the boy would say or simply requesting responses in the form of nods. It felt right to Dipper, it felt like acceptance.

When the author of the diaries himself emerged from that portal in the basement it seemed to be the craziest and most overstimulating day of his short life. He could barely form words, his mind racing all over the place, he asked more questions of that adult than he could remember ever asking any adult, talking to his great-uncle Ford was different, it was like talking to Mabel only better, although he didn't understand Dipper's silences as well as the others when Dipper couldn't speak anymore he was still amazing to be around.

After Weirdmageddon Dipper thought he was fine, he and his sister got on the bus feeling like they weren't really going home but to their parents' house, leaving the people who understood and accepted him completely behind and heading towards the place where he didn't seem to be completely accepted. The first week went well, he and Mabel unpacking and getting ready for the new school year, but as soon as classes started he noticed he was back to square one, as if he was wearing old clothes that no longer fit him. The people around him didn't seem to see his growth or be happy for him.

He didn't want to, but being silent in the most diverse situations seemed to be becoming normal again. Luckily he wasn't alone, Mabel Grunkle Stan and Great-Uncle Ford were there, even if only on video calls, with them he could be silent and be heard, his sister was still by his side filling his silences, he would be fine. It was a matter of training, of finding his tribe and staying in touch with the people who cared.

He would be fine, he had his family by his side, even if he remained silent again he knew he would be accepted by them.

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I hope this is interesting to you, I found it quite fun to imagine a scenario for Dipper, although I wouldn't want to add too much trauma to his past since the summer was traumatic enough for a 12 year old.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

SHANE MY BELOVED anyways gonna request based on an oc that i made/an ai chatbot chat that i did recently. selectively mute reader with shane, and how their relationship evolves? strangers to lovers probs. hcs or oneshot/drabble :3 -galaxy

WAHOOO

I got 5 hearts with him as we speak so this is perfect timing <3

......

Settling into Stardew Valley was certainly going to be a challenge, especially with the new life you wanted to build here..and of course that entails meeting new people.

For most of your life, you've been selectively mute, only ever using your voice if you absolutely have to.

You never used it much at your previous office job, but it was still quite soulless and didn't make you feel good.

Even so, Lewis doesn't think you should stay a stranger and insists you introduce yourself to folks in Pelican Town.

You couldn't ignore the letters stuffed into your mailbox forever..so you finally headed into town.

While some villagers regarded you as "quiet", many of them chalked it up to you being new and welcomed you anyways.

Although Shane is indifferent and annoyed--as he is to most strangers.

You accidentally bumped into him, and he thinks you're rude for not saying "sorry".

Your brain sorta panics as you sign the words...but from the way he stares at you, you realize he doesn't understand what you're saying.

By the time you get out your notepad, he's long gone, mumbling about being late to his shift.

Since then, you try being polite and wave to him anytime you see him in the street or at the saloon..but he just wonders why you're bothering him.

One thing he kept noticing at the bar was that you always gave your order to Gus on your notepad, and he starts thinking there is a reason you can't talk and you weren't just being a dick specifically to him that day.

Still, he doesn't ask you. You're probably gonna stop trying to befriend him sooner or later. So why should he care?

One day, you approach Shane while he's working at JojaMart and asked him where a certain food ingredient was, pointing to your shopping list..and you see that irritable look in his eye again.

He had customers mixing up things on the shelves and snapping at him for things outside his control--and you caught him on a rather bad day.

He says nothing and just points further down the isle, but you just smile and mouth "thank you", signing the words before continuing on.

Poor guy goes red, convinced you blew a kiss at him just now...and it's all he could think about for the rest of his shift.

The very next day, you show up at Marnie's place with a fresh pizza, asking if Shane was home.

He gets flustered as HELL when he realizes you were at the mart buying ingredients to make one of his favorite foods...and he acted like a total jackass.

You left a note inside the container, which basically tells him you're selectively mute and realized your farm was just down the road from his aunt's ranch.

After reading it, he awkwardly apologizes and asks for a fresh start, to which you just smile and nod.

Jas, at this point, can see he's got a crush on you.

After that was cleared up, you two become friends and hangout together at the saloon often or share a beer on the dock.

You don't talk, but tbh Shane appreciates the silence between you two. He didn't have to force conversation, and neither did you.

Although that also enables him to vent to you about how downtrodden and repetitive his life feels, with you simply listening and accompanying him home.

It doesn't change the fact he felt like a burden to everyone, and one night you found him on the cliffside, his face covered in mud and tears, ready to give up on the world.

In his drunken haze, he forgot you were mute and wants you to tell him why he shouldn't do it..

"No wait..I..forgot you can't-"

"Shane..I'm here for you." Your voice comes out low, hoarse, and a little shaky, but he stopped sobbing the moment he heard it..and he stares up at you in shock.

"S-So..you do speak.." He mumbles. "You sound....like--like an angel...fuck..maybe they do exist. So you'll...be here for me no matter what? Even if I did something stupid...?"

You simply nod, and that makes him change his mind.

He just can't believe that out of all the people in this town, you chose to open up to him--some sad sack of shit who was about to jump off the cliff--and decide he should be the one to hear your voice first.

You actually wanted him around. And you never hated him despite all the times he was rude to you..

After he nearly vomits all over your shoes, you take him to the hospital, knowing he needed Harvey's intervention, and since then you've been supportive of his recovery journey.

He only remembers bits and pieces from that night..although the one thing he couldn't forget was hearing your voice.

It was probably so difficult for you to find it again, and he appreciates you talking him down, even if you had to close up and go totally silent for the next few days or so.

If you ever go into why you became selectively mute, Shane will do his absolute best to understand (and maybe get a little overprotective in the process if someone makes fun of you for it).

But if not, he'll still defend you regardless.

You teach him a few general phrases in sign language, which he tries to grasp and eventually gets the hang of.

At some point down the line..he asks you out on a festival date after much pressure from Jas and Marnie, and you were so excited you nearly yelled out "YES"-

But instead managed to nod happily, taking his hand and dragging him towards the celebration without a second thought.

Soon that little date turns into a genuine relationship, with Shane eventually moving onto your farm to help you care for the crops and animals, switching to alternatives to beer and promising to cut back on the hours he spends at the saloon.

Some days you'll be away mining, fishing, slaying monsters, or helping the Junimos rebuild the community center, but other times you'll stay inside and just cuddle with him, your pet, and the chickens.

He was muddling over why you chose him (a lot of self doubt still festers inside of him), and you spoke to him again--this time to his sober-self.

That was "because I love you".

And yes...he did cry.

[thefallennightmare]

heyyyy pookie!! can you make a hc about nicholas seeing you across the room at a party or something and hooking up👀👀 i need it for research purposes

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I GOTCHU POOKIE.

SMUT BELOW THE CUT!

You weren't hooking up tonight.

Nope.

Not tonight.

Just because you broke up with your asshole of an ex-boyfriend last week after finding him in bed with someone else, did not mean you were going to let loose at this party tonight.

Bullshit.

It was a crowded house and you had been stuck by your friend's side all night as she chatted up with some drummer of some popular band.

You weren't bothered to pay attention because as soon as you stepped foot in the packed house, you immediately wanted to return home.

Your eyes scanned the crowd, immediately meeting with dark eyes already watching you; fire burning behind them.

You choked on your drink when you realized how breathtaking he was.

Those dark eyes winked from over the cup he brought to his plump lips and in that moment, you knew the mantra you'd been repeating in your head all night was about to be thrown out of the goddamn window.

A head full of hair pulled tight in a bun motioned to the staircase; a silent demand.

One you quickly obliged to.

After telling your friend you would be right back, you slowly followed behind the stranger up the stairs, giving yourself some space.

Darkness shrouded the hallway, the man disappearing with it and you felt your nerves begin to wreck you.

"What am I doing?" You muttered to yourself before being pulled into an even darker room.

Those eyes from downstairs broke through the moonlight cast into the bedroom.

"Yes or no?" His rich voice asked.

You blinked for a moment before you understood his question.

"Yes," you breathed moments before hungry lips attacked yours.

His hands ravaged your body, molding over every one of your curves and finding the back of your neck, bringing you in deeper for a kiss.

"Fuck" you moaned when you felt the hardness of his cock brush against your clit.

A soft tap on your thigh. "Turn around, baby."

Happy to oblige, you turned around, pressing your chest against the door.

Your stomach twisted and turned like you were on a roller coaster when you realized what he called you.

Baby.

Calloused fingers slipped in your pants, gathering your slickness to your clit before strumming it like a guitar.

"So wet," he groaned. "Fuck, the moment you walked in the door tonight I knew I'd have you."

"Cocky, huh?" You teased while pressing your ass against him.

"Not at all. I just know what I want," he yanked your pants down, it pooling at your ankles.

Once you stepped out of your panties, he pocketed them and before you could argue, he had you bent over with your hands spread against the door.

He bent low, eye level with your dripping cunt and when you glanced over your shoulder at him, you saw him lick his lips.

"I don't even know your name," you breathed, on edge.

Eyes flicked up to you. "Nicholas."

All at once, his mouth was on your pussy, lapping up your sweet arousal.

The sharpness of his teeth scraped along your clit as he buried his face deeper into the sweet spot between your legs. 

“Don’t stop,” you panted, not wanting this euphoria to stop.

Nicholas ate you out from behind with both hands on your hips, continuing to keep you in place against the door while he knelt on the floor.

When his lips wrapped around your clit to suck hard on the sensitive bud, you screamed out his name. 

"Let everyone know downstairs who's making you fall apart like this," he demanded with a swift smack to your ass.

You were so close, something he seemed to have picked up pretty quickly so he slipped a finger inside of you.

It was a gentle caress of your inner walls with slow strokes. Sheer ecstasy was slowly building at the base of your spine, warming up all of your senses until it felt like you could combust at any moment.

Nicholas flicked his tongue over your clit before it joined in with his finger in fucking you.

The musky scent of your wetness filled the room as your body shook out your orgasm.

He hummed in approval, loving the way you tasted before slowly pulling away.

Breathless, you were unable to move so Nicholas slowly pulled up your pants for you and tapped your back.

"Look at me, baby."

Slowly rising to full height, you spun around to see those beautiful dark eyes looking at the wetness on his fingers.

"Lick." was all he demanded before shoving them into your mouth.

You lapped up your own juices, cleaning his long fingers for him proudly.

You glanced down to the hardness between his legs, pressing tightly against his jeans and your stomach ignited again.

Nicholas noticed because he wrapped an arm around you to lead you out of the room.

"But what about-?"

"Later," he assured you with a wink. "I have a few more people to mingle with. You're not leaving my side though."

You smiled. "I have nowhere else to be."

Truly you didn't.

Some would say you're crazy for sticking around after a random hookup but something was different with Nicholas.

You felt so at ease with him.

You could trust him.

And it also helped that your heart fluttered every time he smiled.

"What are the chances I'll get my panties back?" You asked as you walked back down the stairs with him.

He smirked. "Not a chance, baby. Like you, they're mine now."

[scarfacemarston]

Reader Comes Out as Ace to Bucky

(Anddddd Bucky kind of comes out as ace, too? I Hc him as Demisexual, which is on the ace spectrum, but feel free to hc differently!) Here are more ace headcanons here! Sam introduced the two of you, and you struck up a slow friendship. He wasn’t the easiest man to get to know, but you knew there was more to him than he let on. Soon, that trust and friendship turned into something more, and now, you were quite pleased to say that James Buchanan Barnes was your partner.

The day had come for you to explain your ace identity. The subject would come up at some point, but you decided to get it over with.

"The Talk" with Bucky went better than you ever hoped for. Would a man like Bucky Barnes be able to truly understand you, your identity, and your needs? It turned out he could in a lot of ways. 

At first, Bucky appeared hurt - but not for the reason you thought. He thought you heard the rumors about him before the war and was worried you'd think he was only interested in sex.

"I may have been a bit of a flirt and a ladies' man, but I wasn't sleeping with every person I saw, you know. People had this expectation and view that I'm out to have sex with everything that moves. I wasn't. I took gals out." Bucky paused,

"...And a few men , we made out or necked. A few I slept with , but I was always clear in what my expectations were. I never promised to be someone's best guy if I didn't mean it. I wasn't a playboy like Stark," Bucky huffed.

"I'm sorry, it's somethin' from the old days that used to bother me, and I guess it still does. It's not who I was then and it's not how I am now. Even if I did sleep around, why does that matter? I'm sorry. This is about you, I suppose I just wanted to say that I'm not some sex fiend that wants you for your body. I want you for you. I didn't grow to trust a body, I grew to trust a person."

You couldn't help but embrace him, which he firmly returned. You could tell something else was on his mind. You squeezed him in reassurance. He sighed.

"And now, well, now it's not something I want. All these hook up apps, that seems to be the only way to meet people and it just doesn't feel right. I mean, they're strangers! If someone wants to do that, that's their business and more power to them, but for me? I can't do it. I just can't. I have too many trust issues and any time I've thought of sex, there's no spark. I don't feel anything."

Bucky paused once again.

"Maybe I'm just like you? Or at least a little bit?" Bucky asked.

"You can be whatever and whoever you want, Bucky. That's the beauty of today. You don't have to hide anymore no matter the gender of who you love or how you love them. But I have to say, two ace people finding each other, imagine that. I can't think of a better relationship", you sighed, relieved. Bucky laughed softly.

"I suppose that does take some pressure off of me. It makes me feel ….different, but I suppose I am pretty different. I'm a 100 year old former assassin, for God's sake."

"I've always felt different, too. I always felt I was broken, or messed up or like I was too much of a prude. Everytime I told someone, they left me. It's been hard to let people in. I was so anxious to tell you. I'm so lucky to have you in my life, I didn't want to risk losing you, but I have to be myself, too." You explained. Bucky held you close.

"Of course. I wouldn't expect anything else. It's hell to live a lie. I think Steve was similar to you in a lot of ways when it comes to this sort of thing. I supported him and I sure am going to support you, too. But you're not messed up, or broken. To hell with those who made you feel that way. I'm sorry. However, you have me now, for what that's worth, Y/N." Bucky muttered.

You kissed his cheek before smiling warmly.

"Always". You whispered.

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

I wonder if there was ever a significant conflict between Eomer and Lothiriel, and Eowyn and Faramir, in regards to their differences in culture. If there were, I'd reckon between Lothiriel and Eomer they'd be early on, whereas with Eowyn and Faramir they'd take longer to emerge. I read a theory that Eowyn would actually quite like Faramir considering her "not like other Rohirrim", after all she endured in Rohan, and with her desire to be special, but as she grows more confident in herself and regains pride in her land, stuff that perhaps she didn't notice before or felt flattered by begins to bother her. I'd imagine it must also flare up for both when it comes to raising the kids, and in lawful rulings where Gondor and Rohan justice differs.

So I am OBSESSED with this whole line of thought! It hits on a couple of things that have always stood out to me about Farawyn — things that I notice every time I read the text and are always kind of floating around at the edges of my thoughts when I contemplate them, but that I’ve never really contextualized or merged into a broader theory/HC. Those two things are:

1. Faramir is the one in the book to give voice to the belief that the Rohirrim are “middle men” and that Gondor, in the process of declining, is becoming more and more like Rohan. He never explicitly and fully disclaims this belief and, thus, potentially still believes it to be true even after he marries Éowyn (even if we assume he doesn’t think of HER that way).

2. When Éowyn first sees Faramir, we’re told that she “knew, for she was bred among men of war, that here was one whom no Rider of the Mark would outmatch in battle.” So her very first reaction to this total stranger, before he really says or does anything, is to elevate him above every single man her homeland has ever produced. That’s pretty huge, given that the Rohirrim have legendary warriors in their ranks and think of themselves explicitly as “men of war” whereas Faramir isn’t even the strongest warrior in Gondor and specifically does not like to think of himself as a warrior at all. To me, this dismissal of the Rohirrim gives off just as much bitterness toward Rohan as it does respect for Faramir, someone she doesn’t know and doesn’t know anything about yet.

So, consistent with the theory you referenced, both sides of their relationship start off in a Rohan-critical place (that’s not a judgment on Éowyn — she would be justified in feeling embittered toward Rohan given some of her experiences there — though I do judge Faramir for it, sorry Faramir fans! I still like him anyway!). I can definitely see her, in this frame of mind, liking the fact that Faramir thinks she’s different/better than other Rohirrim.

But somewhere in my subconscious, that’s always rankled for me because I have also always believed that Éowyn is intensely proud of Rohan. She has always read to me as someone who would get into a bar fight with anyone who disrespected her country. The way she talks about being a shieldmaiden just drips with pride and defiance, and that’s core to her identity as a Rohirrim. It’s deep in her heart. So would she really go the whole rest of her life holding onto all that anger (especially because we have reason to believe that the things she was most unhappy with in Rohan were changed after the war — Éomer’s reaction to Gandalf telling him why Éowyn was unhappy seems to indicate that he Gets It now, he doesn’t seek to interfere at all with her making the decision to marry Faramir, and Gríma is dead)? Would she still be so dismissive of Rohan or tolerate anyone else who had those views?

I don’t think she would. And if her views evolve and Faramir’s don’t, then there is some kind of conflict coming. That’s not to say that I think their marriage would be unhappy or that this would split them apart, but they have to reckon with it at some point, right? @emmanuellececchi has written a fic where it’s clear they’ve had this conversation and successfully addressed it — Éowyn kind of jokingly holds it over his head that he ever thought that stuff, and he obviously doesn’t think that way anymore— and I absolutely LOVED it. But I think it would also be fascinating to look at it from an intense and dramatic angle by showing her perspective start to change over time and then giving us a front row seat to watch those initial, potentially ugly conversations about it.

I don’t know if whoever wrote the theory you saw ever made a story out of it. If they didn’t, then someone should, and nobody writes intense, emotionally fraught Éowyn like you, my friend! So if this is a line of thought that you’d ever consider following into a fic, I could simply not be more thrilled and would BEG you to tag me in it.

[notmozzi]

Saw what you wrote! If possible dom mercy would be nice

Dom!Mercy x Reader HCs

some nsfw of my fav 6’0” swiss lady. first time writing for her as well. enjoy!

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• Fun in the bedroom with Overwatch’s star medic is often assumed to be sweet, tender and soft. And while this can be the case, Angela is by no means any stranger to putting you in your place with more than just a few, stern words.

• She usually sweet-talks you into the bedroom, but once you’ve surrendered to her touch, she’s ready to entangle her fingers with yours and pin you against the door.

“That’s it, liebling…let me take care of you.”

• Angela loves driving you crazy with gentle, sensual touches. She never ceases to make you feel all hot and bothered with the way her fingers travel along your spine, hands eventually landing on your hips and guiding you to the bed.

• Angela enjoys having you sit in her lap, on her face, and even enjoys having you come undone between herself and the wall. But most of all. she enjoys hovering directly above you, prying your legs apart with a single hand and keeping your back flat against the mattress.

“Look at how gorgeous you are, sweetheart.” She looks down at you with an affectionate yet lust-ridden expression, her smile coquettish as she takes in every inch of you. “Oh how I can’t wait to just ravage you.”

• Angela typically takes her time undressing you, but there have been times where you’ve tested her patience, resulting in a few torn blouses. Brattiness is something doctors are trained professionally to deal with after all, and she chooses to do so to you with force.

• Choking is something the doctor is very much into. She’ll be gentle of course, but that doesn’t mean she wont put you in your place. There have been times that have resulted in you being shoved against the wall with a hand at your throat.

“You know better than to talk back to me,” she leans in to ghosts her lips over yours, her gaze piercing as she stares down at your lips with temptation, “don’t you?”

• Angela’s voice is always hushed, maintaining a gentle edge to it no matter how lewd her words may be. Still, just that look alone will have you on your knees quick.

• Back to the action in bed, Angela is very skilled with her hands. Working with the human body on a regular basis has its perks, after all.

• She absolutely loves filling you with three slender digits at once, watching from her position above you as you writhe and squirm beneath her.

“You can take it, can’t you? You’re always so good for me, liebling, look at you. Taking me so very well…”

• The Swiss woman enjoys kissing you through your orgasm, never stopping her movements as you ride down your high.

• Hickeys are common for the doctor, as well. She actually finds great enjoyment in leaving them along the insides of your thighs. Kissing, licking and nipping at them as she prepares to delve her fingers into your dripping-wet heat.

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“Look at how wet you are, Y/N,” a low hum escaped the doctor as she glanced up at you from her position between your legs, head down low so she could mark you properly. “I just know you didn’t go all day like this, did you?”

You let out a soft huff of laughter, smiling sheepishly as you looked up at the ceiling. “M-Maybe a little…” Your voice was unsteady as you struggled to maintain your composure, feeling the doctor kiss you in every place except where you needed her most.

Angela ‘tsk, tsk’d,’ her hands replacing where her mouth had previously been and prying your legs even further apart. “My lovely girl does know better than to not wait for me, I suppose…”

You nodded eagerly, a sharp hum of pleasure escaping you as you felt Angela’s tongue gently glide over your clit. Very, very gently. Yet already, you could feel heat gushing between your legs in response, and you couldn’t fight back a heavy blush.

Angela only laughed, mirth becoming more evident amongst her expression. “I’m going to take care of you sweetheart. You deserve it after being such a good girl for me.”

Those words sent you into a brief haze, but falling from it was a lost cause as you’d already begun to feel one of Angela’s fingers prod and eventually invade your entrance with ease. Your hips instantly bucked, the sensation beyond relieving to the lust-ridden ache that had been terrorizing you for the entirety of that day.

As Angela watched you intently and sped up her minstrations, you couldn’t help but let out soft whimpers and whines, head falling back against the pillows and eyes half-lidded as pleasure began to overwhelm you. Your sounds grew louder and you struggled more and more to contain yourself; Angela eventually lowered herself and pressed her lips flush against yours. You sighed wantingly into the touch, eyes fluttering shut.

Angela would take care of you. You knew she would.

[mod-kyoko]

Oooh~ how about Mukuro ikusaba, Maki harukawa and Kirumi tojo with a girlfriend that only feels safe when she's with them

mukuro, maki and kirumi with a girlfriend that feels safe around them

info: female!reader, established relationship, tw: creepy dudes, Sxual assault, violence

type: hc format, non-despair au

a/n: woah let others give banger requests (jk, ty for this request) also sorry about maki's part idk why I made it so damn dark

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kirumi tojo

as you are her top priority, her main focus is to always keep you safe and happy

she happily drops everything she's doing if you need her support

whether you want to travel to your classes, your dorm or go to the market, she'll always come with you at your request

her tall frame, calm composure and gentle mother-like care helped to relax you when you felt anxious or uneasy

with the way she is, she usually does not act impulsively unless you request her of something; especially in the first stages of your relationship

however, when she notices you're getting antsy she'll curl her arm around you and pull you close into her side or if you're sitting down she'll guide your head on her shoulder and hold it

if you prefer to hold her hand, she'll take off her glove if you enjoy the skin-to-skin contact

she isn't one to make a big scene at all however if someone was bothering you and making you feel threatened she'll put herself between you and that person

"excuse me, I believe my lover isn't comfortable right now, please give her space."

her firm tone and straightened posture would be enough to make anyone uncomfortable and walk away

she'll gently take you to a secluded area, putting her hands on your shoulders and looking down at you

"are you alright...? mmm... do not worry, you're safe with me."

she double checks that you're okay before taking you to a nice cafe where you could relax and sip tea with her

although kirumi makes better tea than this...

maki harukawa

at first, maki doesn't give the impression that she was protective of you

she wasn't really much of a 'touchy' person either, your relationship was purely enjoying the presence of each other

however, one day you were in a really crowded train station with your girlfriend, shuichi and kaito on your way to the main city hub

it was fine at first, waiting for the train to arrive. maki was just standing at your side looking down at her phone

suddenly you felt a strange touch go along your lower back and your entire body stiffened

you turned your head slightly to see a man standing right behind you, looking forward like if nothing had happened

your entire face went white and you practically pressed your body against maki's side, which she looked at you strangely

"what the hell are you doing?"

her words were harsh but that was usually how it was, you looked behind you again and the man had disappeared into the crowd

she had noticed your expression and she quickly softened up, touching your arm gently

"hey, what's wrong?"

you told her what happened and you swear you saw death itself in her eyes

"where?"

"where is that bastard?"

honestly you weren't expecting her to get murderous like this, not over you

it had taken all of you, kaito and shuichi to hold her back from killing anyone that looked at you the wrong way for the rest of the day

after that incident she always kept herself close to you, linking arms with you or holding you from behind (especially if you're a shorter person)

no doubt you felt the safest you had ever been in your entire life, she didn't even let a stranger lay a finger on you... even though she wanted to hurt them so bad, she restrained herself to not get arrested and make you sad

but she does glare at them and say the usual "do you want to die?"

mukuro ikusaba

oh boy

you didn't even need to mention anything to her, she was protecting you from day one

she was practically your personal bodyguard and that suited her just fine

whenever you were studying in the library she would stand over you and watch your surroundings

if anyone even dared come close to you she would glare at them and flash her knife that was strapped to her leg

okay so maybe she's being a little over the top...

but you really did feel a lot safer when she was around you

she would walk you everywhere and rarely left you alone, unless you were in your dorm of course

on the rare occasion that she leaves you alone for a moment, the lack of her presence is definitely obvious

it was late at night and you were waiting for her outside a 7/11, she was grabbing you both a drink and snack before you head back to the academy

whilst waiting, a biker was parked up closeby and kept looking at you

"hey sweetie, all alone?"

you tried to ignore him, looking away as the anxiety ate at you

"hey, i'm talking to you! playing hard to get, huh?"

the biker got up and walked over to you, cornering you against the wall as he leered at you

he was going to say some more disgusting things, until he suddenly was punted to the ground by a very angry mukuro

"get your FILTHY hands off of her!"

mukuro kicked at him, in the face, at this stomach... wherever her foot could reach she would pummel him

you almost looked in awe, even if she was being violent, seeing her protect you made your chest squeeze

...but you had to quickly stop her when she pulled her knife out

despite being beaten to a near pulp the biker drove off on his bike whilst whimpering

she sighed, taking a deep breath before looking at you with a kinder expression

"you okay? he didn't hurt you, did he?" when you shook your head she nodded her head and hugged you. "good. you're always going to be safe when I'm around, okay?"

she took you home after that and you curled into her arms when you cuddled that night... she held you a little tighter than normal as well.

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-Mod Kirumi