#uhm am I throwing a bit of shade

[spineless-lobster]

Damn I wish people knew what “headcanon” meant

“Erm, but actually (insert canonical reason headcanon can’t be true)”

Like that’s great babe but the point of a headcanon is that it doesn’t necessarily have to align with canon, if anything it’s more fun when it goes against it. When did this stop being common fandom knowledge?????

[darthlenaplant]

Well, I will just say it loud and outside the tags: Fat characters should be the object of carnal desire and especially in the understanding of them as a bottoming partner more often. Severely underrated dynamic and all that jazz.

Sometimes you have to read pornographic fanfiction about a middle aged British man who is not conventionally attractive and/or ugly. For the soul

[jwanniie]

FRAT PARTY!

Someone requested G!p Kazuha but I can’t find the ask😭 here it is tho!

Warnings: might be cringe, not proofread, unprotected sex and just smut.

The smell of ciggaretes filling your nostrils and the crowded place blasting music is damaging your eardrums already, you came to your best friends Yunjins frat party. You are not much of a party person, but you still decided to come since Yunjin practically begged you. You and Yunjin met in middle school, both are like the sun and moon, opposite attractions. You a bit introverted student, pretty but not popular, good in studies and the perfect image of a schoolgirl, while Yunjin the popular girl with the hottest friends and a wealthy family. So, it wasn’t very unfamiliar for her to throw frat parties every weekend but it’s just that you never came to her frat parties.

When Yunjin saw you, her face was like seeing a ghost, eyes widening and jaw dropping. She immediately excused herself and came running towards you “you are the last person who I thought would come to this party…after my ex of course” she uttered rolling her eyes playfully laughing afterwards, you just laughed at her statement. “weeelll…I just thought why not have some fun you know” you said, laughing awkwardly while scratching your neck. “Exactly, but let’s talk about how fire you are looking right now” she said while looking at you from head to toes, a light pink shade taking place in your cheeks. “Let me introduce you to my friends, come one” she grabbed your hand and led you to the table her friends were sitting in. “ I have someone to introduce you guys, this is Y/N my best friend and Y/N this is Sakura, Kazuha and Chaewon” you smiled at her friends and they returned it, all of her friends were good looking but one specifically had your attention…Kazuha, throughout the conversation you kept stealing glances her way and she seemed to notice, a smirk taking place on her lips. “uhm it was a very very nice conversation, and pleasure to meet all of you but I am going to the restroom” you awkwardly excused yourself, honestly you just couldn’t keep looking at someone this fine and being close with someone this fine aka kazuha.

You decided to wash your face with cold water, while splashing water on your face eyes closed you felt something pressing against you. You immediately looked back seeing Kazuha pressing her bulge against your ass, you couldn’t help but gasp. “See baby this is how hard I am for you” she said while brushing hair strands out of your face, lips dangerously close to your soft cushion like ones. “hmm why so silent baby, have you never felt a dick against you?” she said while giggling darkly voice full of lust and desire. “n-no” you barely said voice whispery. “aww how cutee? well do you want to experience how good I can make you feel” she uttered voice an octave even lower, you just didn’t know what to say, you really wanted to agree and so you did.

She grabbed your hand leading you to one of the rooms Yunjins house has. As soon as you both arrived there, she locked the door and pushed you on the bed immediately hovering over you and taking you in a kiss, soft yet enthusiastic. you swore you could have melted right onto your place. She is unbuttoning her shirt and pants sliding them off, then she lead her hand onto your back unzipping your wine red dress. Once you were completely naked she started kissing all over your body, “Fuck baby, you look too beautiful” she mumbles between kisses. you cant help but feel ticklish giggling slightly. She just smiles and adores you. She frees her cock from her boxers, and slides her tip against your folds and clit you cant help but let out a breathy moan once she hears you she asks “Are you ready princess?” you nod humming a little yes. In one swift motion she slides herself all the way in earning a loud pornographic moan from you. The stretch was deliciously painful, her little groans making your head heavy and eyes roll back, your tightness swallowing all of her making her eyes roll back. Her once steady pace turns into a fast and rough one making sure to make you take all of her. The delicious stretch making you so close, she starts rubbing your clit while playing with one of your breasts with her free hand, twitching and squeezing the nipple, That’s it one twitch and squeeze from her made you feel your climax. you started squirming under her, your hole clenching and unclenching uncontrollably. The way you were now tighter while clenching on her length made her twitch then filled you with her seed. Luckily the loud music blasting covered all of your sinful noises!

[bellysoupset]

so glad to hear you liked the request! i was a bit worried I was being annoying 😭

having a brainworms moment btw. so yknow how leo continued working out after college and jon hasn’t. and leo is buff as hell. thinkin about leo princess carrying jon. which is know would be difficult because jon is definitely not a small or light guy. HOWEVER 👆 . he has a strong giant for a bf. so technically. would it be feasible. for a leo carrying an exhausted jonah to bed from the couch moment 🤨🥺 ( like it definitely wouldn’t be graceful. or easy. leo is huffing and puffing about jonah’s ass being lazy and difficult to carry. and jonah is loving every minute of it even though he’ll Never admit it) i knowww jonah is also a huge guy. i still think he deserves to be carried around like a princess <3🍄

Jumping straight into action with this one, bc I tried writing the start like 20 times and gave up.

Leo super hungover

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"LEO PUT ME DOWN-" Jonah shrieked, when his boyfriend lifted him up bridal style and twirled them around, giggling manically, "LEO!"

"I AM A LAWYER!" Leo yelled in return, throwing Jonah up in his arms and then promptly falling on his back when Jonah fell back down in his arms.

They crumpled to a pile of limbs on the wet grass of the park outside their apartment building and Jonah let out a groan, rolling on his back and rubbing his sore side, "you're such a fucking asshole, that's what you are," he groaned, picking a leaf out of his hair.

Leo was still sprawled on the grass, chest heaving with laugh and laborious breath, a dizzy smile on, "Jon..." he panted, staring at the sky. It was just about the break of dawn, so the sky was a lilac-grey shade, with the stars about to fade, "Jon, I'm a lawyer."

"You've been a lawyer since September last year, baby," Jonah rolled his eyes with a smile, sitting up on the grass and scooting closer to Leo. The blonde shook his head, closing his eyes, still with a smile on.

"Now I'm a hired lawyer, a real one," his voice came out a little squeezy and Jonah draped himself over him, catching Leo's lips into a kiss.

"I am. So. Proud. Of. You," he punctuated each word with a kiss and Leo opened a blinding smile, wrapping an arm around his neck and then letting out a snort when Jonah completed, "but we should go inside before you become an arrested lawyer."

"Uhm, we're not even doing anything," Leo whined, but pulled back, opening his arms in a T position on the ground, "I can't get up, everything's twirling."

"You can, c'moon," Jon grabbed his arm, forcing him up, "let's go inside before Matthew calls the police on us for public indecency."

"Matthew would never," Leo pouted, but allowed Jonah to pull him out of the ground. There were a bunch of leaves stuck to the back of his shirt and his hair, "Ah- Uh," he grimaced as they entered the garage of the building, smartly avoiding the front door, "I feel weird."

"You're wasted," Jonah rolled his eyes, shoving him inside the elevator, "please don't puke in here."

Leo nodded, planting a hand to his stomach and making a little confused face, "it's all gurgly... Feels like I need to burp."

Jon squinted at him, "don't burp, it'll just make you puke," he said, knowing damn well it was never just burps with Leo, "just three more minutes, babe."

"Okay," Leo poked his belly, wrinkling his nose when that caused a whine to erupt from the organ and then he let his head rest on Jonah's shoulder, "I wanna get a tattoo."

"Now?" Jon chuckled, voice muffled by his boyfriend's hair, "right now?"

"As celebration," Leo mumbled, his mouth pressed to Jonah's sweater, "because I'm a real lawyer now..." he let out a sigh as the elevator came to a stop and Jon wrapped an arm around his back, guiding his drunk boyfriend towards their door.

It wasn't that he hadn't been drinking as well, after all they were celebrating Leo's promotion. However, he had drunk alongside their friends and switched to water when Leo showed no signs of slowing down. At least four hours before.

Jonah was opening the door, not bothering with the lights since it was practically morning already, when suddenly his feet left the floor. He let out a shout, then glared at Leo's pink, strained face, a smug smile on it.

"Put me down," Jonah rolled his eyes, grabbing on the doorway to stop them from going inside with one hand, the other resting on the blonde's shoulder, "Leo."

"You're like a prince..." Leo pressed his forehead to his and Jonah's cheeks turned red.

"Leo, I love you and this is very cute, but if you throw up on me I'm going to put you on the couch for the rest of the week," Jon snarked, leaning in to plant a kiss on his boyfriend's lips, "put me down."

"You're no fun," Leo grumbled, letting him go and then immediately folding in half, wrapping his arms around his stomach, "ugh, but maybe you're right... Feels like my tummy is burning."

"Probably the vodka that you chugged as if it was water," Jon rolled his eyes, keeping a hand in the middle of Leo's back and closing the door with the other. He kicked off his shoes, then squeezed his boyfriend's nape, "bathroom or bed?"

"Bed...?" Leo sounded sleepy and confused, "where's my cat?"

"Asleep," Jonah grabbed him by the shoulders, "c'mon, bedroom-"

It was a hassle to push Leo all the way to their suite, when he wanted to stop and comment on everything he saw along the way, his attention spam all but gone.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jonah managed to push Leo against the pillows, without his shoes or his shirt on. He had given up on removing the blonde's pants, settling for just removing his belt and undoing his fly.

"Sleep now," Jon planted a glass of water and some Advil on the bedside table, as well as an empty bucket on the floor. Normally Leo wasn't a pukey drunk, but normally Leo didn't drink so much or arrive home so wasted.

"Jon," Leo sprawled on the bed, breathing deeply, "Jonah."

"What?" Jon yawned, closing the black out curtains of their room and falling into bed. He scooted up and smiled when Leo promptly rolled on the bed so he could face him, "what is it?"

"You're so handsome," Leo leaned in, resting his forehead to Jon's and not seeing as his boyfriend turned a whole shade deeper as he blushed, "and you have a real lawyer as a boyfriend."

Jon grinned, wrapping an arm around the blonde, "I already did, baby," he pushed a strand of hair away from the blonde's face, "get some sleep."

Leo yawned in agreement, snuggling up even more.

Jonah wasn't sure when exactly he fell asleep. He knew it took longer than it did for Leo, because the blonde was all but draped over him like a weighted blanket and Jon was still awake when he heard JD meow and get out from where she was hiding under their bed, sneaking out of the room to find a nice, warm sunny patch to sleep on.

What he did know was that he woke many hours later with his weighted blanket of a boyfriend moaning softly next to his ear. Thanks to the black out curtains the room was dark and Jonah felt more than saw Leo suddenly heave, it was hard not to, when the blonde’s stomach was pressed to his. 

“Leo!” Jonah grabbed his arm, more than a little clumsy due to sleep, “Leo!” 

He felt his boyfriend recoil at his exclamation, but then Leo moved on the bed just enough to hang his head over the side of it, whole body arching as he retched. Jon gagged himself, as he could feel every heave rocking Leo’s stomach, since the other man was still practically lying on top of him. 

“God, Leo, get off me-” Jonah groaned, gulping down nauseously, only to hear the distinct sound of liquid hitting wood. Jon froze, realizing Leo was leaning over the wrong side of the bed to throw up, the bucket was sitting on his right and his head was hanging over the left side, “bloody hell, Leo-”

“Jon,” Leo whimpered, coughing and curling up, his voice all strained, “Idon’t- Idont feel good…”

He sounded incredibly wounded and pathetic and Jonah fought the urge to strangle his boyfriend. If this was some sickness he’d be a lot more concerned than pissed, but this was just pure and simply a hangover from hell. 

“I know,” Jonah sighed, planting a hand on his back, “c’mon, let’s go to the bathroom, okay?” 

Leo didn’t move at all, except for hiccuping, still draped diagonally on the bed and then bringing up a little more puke, “uhrghhh…” he groaned, sounding dangerously close to tears, “my head is killing me.”

Jonah grimaced, his own stomach sloshing at the sound and smell of vomit right next to him, and he pushed Leo’s waist, managing to free himself from the blonde’s weight. Once he was standing, Jon stumbled and fell on his ass. It hadn’t occurred to him that he’d also be hungover. 

“Jon?” Leo whined and he rubbed a hand over his face, trying to get himself in check.

“I’m here,” he forced himself up and crawled on the bed, grabbing Leo’s naked shoulder, “help me, Leo.”

“I can’t,” the blonde groaned, “I can’t move- I-” he lurched and nearly fell forward and out of the bed, more liquid hitting the ground. Jonah squeezed his boyfriend’s shoulder, keeping him from taking a dive at the puddle of not-digested alcohol, and gulping down. He felt horrible and wasn’t sure how much was sympathy nausea, how much was just his own hangover. 

“Jon,” Leo whimpered, “hurts…” 

Jonah ground his teeth, grabbing the blonde’s arm, “Leo, I’m gonna move you to the bathroom, okay. Please just- Just don’t puke on me-” he forcefully pulled on his boyfriend, causing Leo to groan, his whole face scrunching up in pain. 

The blonde was boneless and incredibly heavy, causing Jonah to huff and puff as he draped one of his arms around his neck and hugged Leo’s waist, pushing them both up from the bed. 

“God…” Leo’s head lolled, meeting Jon’s shoulder and he gagged weakly, “itssslike everything’spinning…” 

“Uh-hum,” Jonah rolled his eyes, stumbling their way to the bathroom. He all but fell in the bathtub, hurrying as he heard Leo let out a watery burp just as they entered the room, “Leo, c’mon-”

“I’mso’Ory,” the blonde hiccuped, falling in front of the toilet and barely retching before more puke rushed up. Jonah planted a hand in the middle of his back to keep Leo from causing a mess, since he was swaying like crazy, then he leaned himself over the bathtub and tried to force his stomach to calm down. 

He felt Leo gag once again, his back arching, and Jon let out a frustrated groan of his own. He wanted to crawl back into bed, not to deal with this… 

“I’m really sorry, I- Fuck,” Leo rasped, seeming completely out of it, “Jon…” 

Clearly he wanted comfort and reassurance and Jonah couldn’t help it. Even pissed as he was, he didn’t want to make Leo feel worse. 

“It’s okay-” he sighed, turning around and muffling a sick burp against his fist, “baby, it’s okay, just get it up. You’ll feel better.”

“Made a mess…” Leo groaned, resting his cheek to the toilet seat and causing Jonah to grimace, “I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay,” Jon carded his fingers through the man’s sweaty hair, “it’s fine. I’ll figure it out,” he probably wouldn’t, but their building had cleaning services and Jonah figured Leo was out of it enough he wouldn’t notice or bitch about it. 

He sat next to his boyfriend for another fifteen minutes, trying to get his strength back up to deal with the room and feeling his anger melt into worry as Leo continued to puke nonstop. 

“You’re gonna be okay for a while? I’m gonna go deal with the room and the rest,” Jonah pushed himself up, his ass was hurting from falling on the ground and then sitting on it for twenty mins. 

“Uhmmmm…” Leo answered, his whole face scrunched up in pain, still draped over the toilet. 

Jon took this as a yes and walked out of the bathroom. 

Their bedroom was a disaster and the quick glimpse of it Jon caught was enough to have him hurrying back to the bathroom in order to retch loudly in the sink. Everything he had valiantly been able to push down made its way up and Jonah went deaf for a second as his belly squeezed and sent up a horrible acidic rush of vomit. 

He let out a whimper, panting over the bowl and then startled as he felt something touch his calf, only to realize it was his zombie boyfriend trying to comfort him. Jonah felt a squeeze to his stomach, now having nothing to do with nausea and everything to do with guilt, “I’m fine,” he rasped out, noticing Leo’s pasty complexion and making a mental note to force him to have water, “I’m okay, don’t worry.”

“I’m really sorry…” Leo breathed out and Jonah let out a sigh, washing his face. 

“It’s fine, just focus on getting better.”

Dealing with the bedroom took longer than he wanted to and Jonah did end up calling the building’s janitor, because despite trying, his stomach simply wouldn’t let him clean it. He then took to the guest bathroom, in order to shower and look presentable, and finally returned to the suite’s main bathroom, this time carrying a bottle of gatorade and everything he thought could help.

Leo had fallen next to the toilet and for a horrible second Jon thought he was passed out, only to realize the blonde had just curled up there. 

“Ah Leo,” he sighed, crouching down, “the ground is freezing, baby.” 

“Uhrgh…” Leo groaned, “at least down here it’s not spinning.”

“Okay,” Jon rolled his eyes, grabbing the gatorade bottle, “I want you to drink something.”

“Nu-uh,” Leo shook his head the slightest bit, “not gonna stay down.”

“It doesn’t matter, you still have to drink,” Jonah forced the blonde to sit up and gently cupped his boyfriend’s head, not liking one bit how clammy he felt or how he could feel his quick heartbeat, “a couple sips.”

“I feel like death,” Leo groaned, taking one small sip and swallowing it- Only to immediately gag and turn to the bathtub. It wasn’t even vomit, just spit up blue drink and Jonah sighed.

“Babe, you didn’t even drink,” he pulled Leo to lie against him, “let’s go again.”

Half a bottle wasted down the drain later and Jon was feeling more than a little fried from stress. Leo had long wrung himself empty and he was currently sprawled on the bathroom floor, with his head resting on Jonah’s lap and napping. 

At least when he was asleep he wasn’t puking or sobbing from the headache, Jonah thought bitterly, running his fingers through Leo’s hair and causing the other man to stir slightly.

“Jon?” he whispered, voice muffled by his boyfriend’s thigh. Leo forced his eyes open when he didn’t get an answer and glanced up. Jonah seemed to be far away, he was still awake, but clearly zoning out as he petted Leo’s hair. 

“Jon, hey,” Leo touched his wrist lightly, causing the other man to jerk as he snapped into the present, “you okay?” 

“Yeah,” Jonah nodded, “are you? Are you gonna be sick again?” 

“No,” Leo grimaced, he probably was gonna get sick again soon, “just dizzy and have a killer headache now… Can we move to bed?”

“Of course,” Jonah wrapped his arms around Leo, hoisting him up and letting out a sigh when the change of positions caused the blonde to lean over the sink and dry heave. 

“Sorry- Sorry,” Leo groaned between burps, “I thought I felt better-”

“It’s okay,” Jon pressed a kiss to his shoulder, rubbing his back, “take a deep breath.”

They entered the now clean bedroom and Leo collapsed against the pillows. Jonah planted a bottle on his bedside table and gestured to the bucket, “let’s try this again,” he said humorously, opening the door so JD could dart in and jump on the bed, promptly going for Leo. He rolled his eyes fondly at the scene and walked to the mattress, falling on his back, with his legs dangling out. 

He let out a deep breath, hearing as JD purred and Leo cooed over her for a little bit. His eyes felt heavy and Jonah yawned, only to hear Leo say quietly, “are you mad?”

Jon rolled on his side, planting his forehead to his boyfriend’s thigh and petting JD with his free hand, “I’m furious.”

“Aw,” Leo pouted and Jonah muffled a scoff against his leg. 

“You’re never drinking again like this,” he said darkly and felt Leo breathe out deeply.

“Deal, yeah.”

[firey-passion]

Deal Making (Part/Chapter 2)

Shigaraki was going over his corkboard worth of information, he was more specifically going over all the information he currently had on Endeavor. Until suddenly the world goes black and white. Shigaraki looked around quickly, trying to find out what exactly was happening. Did a hero find them and do this? The cause of this quickly revealed himself. 

“Well, it's been a week. When am I actually going to be able to possess your body?” Bill questioned, seeming to be annoyed at how things are going. 

“Oh, hey Bill. Sheesh, warn a guy next time, okay? I was about ready to throw a right hook.” Shigaraki said, leaning against the wall and taking a breath. “Now, when it comes to possessing my body…well, how about right now? I'm honestly just doing busy work; it can put it on hold.” He offered, which seemed to immediately please the demonic triangle. 

“Fantastic!” Bill exclaimed, extending his hand for a handshake. Shigaraki raised an eyebrow. 

“I’m still not really a fan of handshakes.” Shigaraki said teasingly, offering his pinkie in a “pinkie-promise”. Bill didn't complain and accepted the “promise”, pulling Shigaraki out of his body and moving into it. 

Shigaraki looked at himself in this new form. He couldn't help but notice a shade of blue encompassing him, along with the lack of consistent pain. It was actually kinda nice, freeing. Bill, on the other hand, seemed to not be doing well with his side of this agreement. He quickly fell to the ground, gritting his teeth as a way to cope with the immediate all-encompassing pain. 

“What…the hell is this?!?!” Bill asked angrily, Shigaraki noticed that his voice hadn't changed much despite possessing his body (though it did sound as though his throat was a bit sorer). 

“What-” Shigaraki started before stopping, noticing how his voice was suddenly much lower and clear, apparently his body was the cause of his kinda crummy voice, he shook his head and continued on, “What do you mean?”

“Why the HELL can't I use your body properly?!” Bill elaborated, even more pissed that he has to even explain what he meant. 

“Uhm, I don't really know? Might be the chronic pain…” Shigaraki started, somewhat thinking aloud. 

“You have chronic pain?! Why the hell didn't you tell me!?” Bill snapped angrily. 

“I didn't think it would be an issue! I figured that since my body would be used to it by now that you'd be fine.” Shigaraki answered defensively, putting his hands up in a “I surrender” way. 

“Yeah, well, that's clearly not the case now isn't it!!!” Bill continued to snap, causing Shigaraki to roll his eyes. 

“Oh please, it's not that bad. This is just how I feel daily.” Shigaraki said indignantly. 

“Yeah, speaking of, how?!?! This sucks, how the hell could you even get out of bed like this?!” Bill integrated, finally trying to stand up…he wasn't really succeeding. 

“I don't know, I just have been. The pain has kinda faded into the background, for the most part anyway. Some days are worse than others of course but-” Shigaraki started to explain, before being interrupted. 

“THIS COULD BE WORSE!?!?!?!?” Bill practically screeched, causing Shigaraki to cover his ears. 

“Yeah, it could? I haven't even had any recent injuries, not even a stab from Toga.” Shigaraki explained a bit, confused by the reaction. 

“How, the hell, are you alive? How do you even function like this?” Bill asked, finally toning his voice down. 

“I don't know, I just have? I wasn't exactly given many options.” Shigaraki answered bitterly, he always hated those types of questions. He didn't like thinking about how his mind or body worked, all things considered. 

There was a knock on the “door” that got both of their attention. 

“Uh, boss, you okay? Never heard you scream like that before.” Spinner asked on the other side of the door. 

“Uh, y-yeah. I'm fine.” Bill lied, getting an eyebrow raise from Shigaraki. 

“You can't even walk, why would you lie about being okay?” He questioned, a little confused about this decision. 

“Shut. Up.” Bill muttered angrily. 

“I…don't believe you. You don't typically scream unless you have a damn good reason for it. I'm coming in.” Spinner replied, moving the sheet that was acting as a door out of the way. Coming in to see Shigaraki's body on the floor. 

“Uh…why are you on the floor?” Spinner reasonably questioned, very confused. 

“No reason, no reason at all.” Bill muttered bitterly. 

“Is this…is this what's going to happen when Bi- you possess boss's body?” Spinner asked, instantly catching on. 

“What? No, what makes you think I'm possessed?” Bill asked, trying to play it off. Shigaraki got even more confused by this. 

“They, they already know about this part of the agreement. Why are you lying about this?” He questioned. 

“Well for starters,” Spinner started, squatting down to Bill's level, “even on boss’s worst days, he doesn't typically writhe on the floor. He also doesn't have some odd voice echoing effect. And finally, he doesn't have yellow eyes with cat eye slits.” He continued, stating each fact as though it was immovable as the sky itself. Shigaraki couldn't help but laugh at how well Spinner was able to read the situation and how he instantly cornered Bill with all the information. 

“...Okay yeah, it's me. It's Bill.” He conceded, clearly finding that lying would get him absolutely nowhere. 

“Would you like me to pick you up, so you can get to the living area and converse with the other league members?” Spinner offered empathetically. 

“...Yeah, yeah that would be best.” Bill mumbled, really bitter about the situation he's finding himself in. 

Spinner scooped him up into his arms, with Bill instinctively gripping onto his shoulder with the sudden action. 

“Woah, okay! That's something.” Bill said, clearly flummoxed with the situation. 

“Careful!” Shigaraki panicked, focusing on his quirk and what could happen. He was so happy that he was wearing gloves that day. 

“Uh, you good to be moved?” Spinner asked, wanting to make sure that he wouldn't start squirming when he got walking. 

“Yes, I'm fine! Just, not used to being held.” Bill answered, taking a few breaths. 

Spinner went into the living area, with Shigaraki following behind, and set Bill in Shigaraki's body (Billaraki) onto the couch, with Toga having to move to allow this to happen. She went ahead and sat on the table instead, seeming a bit concerned. 

“Is he alright? What happened?” Toga questioned quickly, worried about the situation at hand. 

“He's fine, it's just…well, Bill's possessing his body right now and apparently the chronic pain is really getting to him.” Spinner explained, seeming concerned himself. 

“The pain is enough to get him to collapse like that?” Mr. Compress questioned, seeming confused about how the pain could be this bad. He was currently on the plush chair. 

“Yup, literally collapsed when I possessed this body.” Bill explained, seeming to be rather happy to no longer be on the floor. 

“That's…concerning, to say the least.” Mr. Compress said, “Uhm, on a scale from 1-10 how would you rate your pain?”

“Uh, 7 I guess.” Bill answered, getting an eye roll from Shigaraki. As far as he was concerned it was like, a 3 on most days. “Don't roll your damn eyes at me, your body's shit.” He hissed out, clearly pissed. 

“Can you still see Shigaraki when he, presumably, out of his body?” Kurogiri asked, causing Bill to jump a bit. He wasn't used to Kurogiri's odd ability to just, appear wherever he felt needed. 

“Uh, yeah, I can. He's currently in the mindscape right now, just the realm between the waking and the resting. He's basically a ghost, besides the whole being dead thing.” Bill answered, Shigaraki couldn't help but feel like he was making a few references to things that didn't fully click for him. 

“Honestly, I don't get what your issue is with being in this place. This is great!” Shigaraki said quite happily, floating about as though he didn't have a care in the world. 

“Easy for you to say when your body is absolute trash.” Bill snapped, not appreciating his motives being questioned. 

“Maybe we should start making it a note to try and steal some ibuprofen for the pain?” Mr. Compress suggested, clearly worried about how bad the pain seemed to really be. 

“Wait, hang on, no! Pharmacies have decent security, there's no way we wouldn't be caught quickly!” Shigaraki panicked, not wanting to take unnecessary risks. 

“Yeah, not that great being in the mindscape now is it!” Bill laughed, giving a grin to finally cause some stress here. 

“Let me guess, boss is objecting to us getting him pain meds?” Spinner asked, getting a nod from Bill, “Yeah, that sounds about right for him. He's always so damn stubborn about being fine even when he clearly isn't.”

“Shiggs, listen, if you get pain meds, you'll be able to function better because your body isn't screaming at you.” Toga explained, hoping that Shigaraki would listen to reason. He just mumbled angrily, knowing that Toga was right but still not wanting to take such a massive risk for something that was “unneeded”. 

“Plus, I am one of the best thieves! It'll be fine, we'll get enough to last us long enough that we won't need to return in months.” Mr. Compress reassured. Shigaraki sighed and conceded defeat about this, not like he could communicate his objections right now anyway. 

“In the meantime I'll go ahead and make some tea, in the past it seemed to help. I am unaware if this will work here, but it's worth a try.” Kurogiri stated, heading towards the area that they designated as a “kitchen” (it had a few pots, pans, kettles, and some ingredients for cooking, it had a little device that uses gas to make a controlled fire). 

“Soooooooooo…what's it like possessing someone else's body?” Toga asked, clearly excited. 

“It's…interesting. I tend to get all the downsides of their body and their mind, if that isn't clear with my current condition. Most of the time it is negligible but…well, as you can see, not this damn time.” Bill explained, not going for his typical inflection. Apparently being in pain can suck a lot of energy out of you, who would've thought? 

“Well that's rather neat! Gives us a better idea of how illnesses and disabilities that tie into the mind really works. What's your body count? In possession of cour- well…you can share kill count as well if you want!” Toga asked, keeping the conversation going. 

“Hm, well, that's a rather large count. First there was the shaman, he got antsy when seeing how my pals like to party. Exact order gets fuzzy but there was a pharaoh, someone attached to the Aztecs, the easter island statue people, there was a dark warlock, he actually succeeded in fulfilling his end of the deal, but he did it to trap me in some orb! Sooooo, I possessed his phoenix and burned the castle to the ground for the betrayal! Spent some time around Europe and trying to make deals with Vikings and royals. Wasn't able to succeed often though. I possessed some goats to convince those accused of witchcraft to really have that fun! After all, if they were going to suffer either way, might as well have some fun and really do the thing!” At this, Bill let out a manic laugh, with Toga nodding along. 

“Makes sense. Similar boat really. If everyone was going to see me as a monster, I might as well be one!” She cracked, let out a laugh of her own. 

“Any-who, I went on to make deals with the founding fathers of America. They didn't really like my first draft of their silly constitution. I possessed a corpse for a while and started a cult with that one! Then I moved on to animators, musicians, computer scientists, and a mini sculpture. None of those worked out how I planned, an unfortunate reality with working with humans. There was…Sixer…” Bill became quiet for a bit, staring off before coming back to reality and continued on, “He was quite the subject, really! He was absolutely fascinated with me, and why wouldn't he be? I am incredible!” He said with a confident laugh, while Toga tilted her head to examine that statement mentally. 

“There was Pine Tree, he was desperate to get some information and I offered him a deal! He didn't seem too pleased with how things turned out, I told him I wanted a puppet, it's not my fault he didn't ask which until the deal was made! And finally there's Shigaraki, and here we are. So, while not exactly a count, I don't think I can legitimately count the amount of people I've possessed and bargained with! I can't even list everything going on with my kills, there are just far too many!” Bill finished, seeming rather pleased with this. Spinner looked at him with an eyebrow raise. 

“How long have you been at this whole…murder, thing.” He asked, wishing to know just the amount of experience this demon had. 

“Eh, a thousand years give or take.” Bill said with a hand wave, Shigaraki let out an impressed whistle at that. It was always good to have someone so experienced on your side, until they get too arrogant and you have to kill them. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're old and powerful, great job.” Toga said dismissively, causing Bill to sputter a little bit, “Tell me more about this ‘Sixer’ character.” She said while leaning in, clearly invested in what this meant. 

Shigaraki quickly clocked what Toga was thinking and started wondering about it himself. With everyone else he was content to give a descriptor or an insult and move on to the next person. Whoever Sixer was important enough to Bill to pause and think, he was also the only one that he gave even the slightest hint of a compliment in all this. Just who was this guy and how was he important? 

“Well, what is there to say really? We had a great thing going with our deal! I'd be his muse, his star, his everything, and in return he'd build the portal needed to get me and my henchmaniacs out of the nightmare realm! He was both a genius and an idiot, with only a genius being able to figure out how to get the portal right and only an idiot would fall for all my flattery hook-line-and sinker! He sadly got cold feet when his science buddy saw something he shouldn't have and started trying to get out of fulfilling his end of things. Shame, it could've been great if he wasn't chicken shit.” Bill elaborated, Toga nodding along with a grin on his face. Mr. Compress seemed to catch onto the same thing Toga did halfway through the explanation, with Spinner and Shigaraki being the only ones out of the loop. 

“So, you'd say that you and this ‘Sixer’ had a…special bond with each other?” Mr. Compress asked, leaning in as well. 

“I mean, any bond with me would be special! But yes, I suppose you could call it that.” Bill answered, he seemed to be adjusting to the pain. At least well enough to sit up now and not take up the whole coach. 

Kurogiri came back with the tea and set it down on the table near the Bill possessed body, going to stand by the couch to keep an eye on him. 

“Please do be careful, it is hot.” He said in the polite manner he takes up with everyone, or at least everyone who isn't an enemy. 

Bill took the cup of tea up to the mouth of the body, while normally he'd play the ‘not knowing how the human body worked’ bit but considering the parameters of their deal he figured potentially causing a bunch of panic in these flesh bags for a laugh would not be a wise decision. He found that, surprisingly, the tea actually did make him feel better. How the heck does tea do that? Whatever, it's not important. Dabi entered the room, pulling tinfoil out of his hair and the smell of hair dye filling the room.

“Yo, what's up?” He asked, leaning against the back of the coach. 

“Oh hey Dabi! Bill's currently possessing Shiggy's body and we're talking about his ex!” Toga answered with a giggle, causing Bill to choke on his tea. 

“Careful, rather not have my body expire out of something as silly as surprise.” Shigaraki chuckled, getting the stink eye from Bill. 

“I'm sorry, what?! Sixer is not my ex!” Bill snapped angrily, turning a bit red. It was unclear if it was from lack of breath, embarrassment, or rage. 

“Ohohoh Bill…don't try lying to me.” Toga said, starting off with a chuckle before switching to intimidatingly serious. Bill was rather reasonably stunned by this, it's not every day that someone can even slightly see through him after all. 

“Yeah…Toga's pretty good at reading people, it's kinda useful if not a little creepy.” Shigaraki explained with a shrug. Billaraki set his head in his hands and let out a breath of frustration, rather annoyed at being confronted with the…complicated, nature of his relationship with Sixer. 

“I suppose one could call him my ex.” He conceded, not really wanting to give the situation too much thought. This was enough to cause Toga to grin again, going back to being rather joyful. 

“There we go! Hopefully you won't try to lie to me again about these types of things, I'm very good at telling!” She said in an extremely chipper tone. 

“So, how often do you think you'll be doing all this?” Dabi asked. 

Bill hadn't really thought about that, he also figured that Shigaraki didn't either since they didn't talk about it. Guess they had to figure this out now. 

“Eh, once a week should be good. Every other week if we're dealing with busy work.” Shigaraki offered, acting as though he didn't need to put much thought into it. 

“Okay then, once a week apparently.” Bill echoed, since he was the only one who could hear Shigaraki at the moment. 

“That should be fine. Nothing should come up that could cause that to be an issue.” Kurogiri stated. 

“Though if every time you do possess his body, you're going to be screeching like that, I think I'd rather you not possess him at all.” Dabi laughed. 

“Hahahahaha, shut up.” Bill snapped bitterly, finishing his tea and setting the cup on the table. 

“Yeah, yeah. Heard that one before.” Dabi laughed again, rustling Billaraki's hair and then walking off to do his own thing. Bill had to heavily suppress the urge to uppercut. 

“Don't mind him, he's like that with everyone.” Spinner offered, though he doubted that it gave any comfort. 

“Well, except with me.” Mr. Compress bragged, coming off a bit smug but he was primarily just happy. 

“Yeah, yeah. We know, you're the exception.” Toga said with an eye roll. 

Bill sighed and laid back down, finding himself being tired for the first time in a rather long time. Considering the sudden burst of pain, dealing with social interaction, and being read easily for once made everything seem so damn exhausting. Shigaraki looked over at him. 

“Yeah, the league can be exhausting sometimes. That's not even mentioning the sudden spike of pain that you're dealing with now. Maybe we should use the mindscape thingy you have access to give you some practice rounds while interacting with them. I know them well enough to create a project of them in my mind, probably.” Shigaraki offered, hoping to have things go better next time. 

Billaraki just nodded to give his blessing, too tired to deal with much else today. This certainly seems like it was going to be much more difficult than he originally thought.

(Author's Note: Hello again! Finished this fic yesterday but needed some rest before posting it so here it is! I do hope that y'all enjoyed the fic! If you did, go ahead and check out my AO3 account to see more of my writing.)

(Part 1)

[celebskitten]

The Weeknd's Unexpected Reunion with Bella Hadid. (Fan Fiction)

We all know The Weeknd has been dating with Simi Khadra for 2 years now, but what if he wants to break it off. Simi was throwing a party with her sister Haze. It was happening at Abel's home in Bel Air, L.A. (I have his adress, but if you guys get me to a 1k followers i will give it to you). Anyways back to the story, the party was formal and elgant but yet its more of a teen rager for a party. Abel was just walking about the house, and he didn't seem to be enjoying the party he seemed bored, its not the fist party this was his 176th party he thrown for his girlfriend, in his HOUSE!!!

He needed peace, alone time with his girl, but it SEEEMS that Simi is only dating him for publicity, money and fame. And Abel was tired of that. Simi was modelling down to the bar in her emerald covered dress grabbing champagne at the bar; FOR THE 134TH TIME TONIGHT!!! Abel grabbed her arm; aggressively and pulled her to the side of the room. "Simi, I am f***ing tired of these parties, the paparazzi increasing every single day. It's-" "Too much??", Simi interrupted." Abel, c'mon seriously??, you wanna be a f***ing little p**** right now?? Its just a party-" "It's just a party?? Its just a F***ING PARTY??!!", Abel asked, yelling. "You are just using me, and I am done, and I am tired. You ruining my f***ing life, and you're still a f***ing b****!!! For no f***ing reason!!!!" Abel exclaimed. Simi started to tremble, tears popping out of her eyes, snot from her nose dripping, she uses her hands to remove it, which is utterly disgusting.

"You wanna cry??", Abel asked. "You wanna f***ing cry?? You wanna F***ING CRY, SIMI??"

"Don't try to play the victim, I defended you when people didn't like us together, and guess what everyone was right, you are just using me... you didn't care about my feelings, and guess what, we ..... are done!!" And then he storms off, leaving Simi in total heartbreak.

Abel tries to walk through the room fool of people when he bumped into.... "Abel??" "Bella?? Uh...hi.", Abel stutters. Bella smiled at him, she was wearing a long silk lavender dress in a light shade looking elegant and sexy as ever. "I didn't know you came here, to the party." Abel said, surprised. "Well, Simi called me for us to have a start over so yeah, how are you two doing anyways." Bella asked, surprisingly happy. "We broke up a minute ago, if you are looking for her, she is at the bar." Abel said. "Uhm wow, I didn't expect that, I didn't actually come here for Simi, she did invite but, I was going to be 'late' because I wanted to talk to you!!"

Abel's heart skipped a beat...and somehow blushes. And Bella gave him a flirty look. "Yeah sure, I was gonna go to the roof top if you wanna talk there."

"PERFECT!!", Bella exclaimed.

The two rushed up to the rooftop and watched the sunset to welcome the night. The view was amazing, the sunset was awakening the city lights to welcome the night and the sky turned into a mix of purple, pink and yet yellow?? Making it a heaven for love.

"This view is just so beautiful!" Bella admired. "It's not as beautiful as you are..", Abel complimented. "You know Abel, I always thought that we could last forever, I really want us to be together, but I have one question."

"YEAH??" Abel asked.

"Did you ever love me?" "I did, and I still do", Abel said as stepped forward.

Bella sat down on the ledge and Abel did too, and he moved a bit closer...... "How could I've been so blind??" Abel asked. "You aren't its just a couple of skanks distracted you..." Bella replied, flintily.

AND THEY KISSED, THEY KISSED WITH OUT SPEAKING WORDS. Becausetheir body language speaks for them andd they kissed until the night sky appeared.

[scarecrow-collective]

hello hi uhm. This is for you *throws art at you /p*

i headcannon there to be a bit of blue left in dews iris... :P

I would have shaded the rest but am very tired

Also your cool, bye *scurries off back into the void*

HEEM HEEM, HICK, SOB EVEN?? AHHHHHH WAHHHHHHH CRIES, ROLLS IN THE FLOOR, AHHHH/VVVVVVVPOS

[stiffyck]

Stiff I am so sorry, I was meaning to write chapter 4 of AAP, but my brain decided to put off the world building by throwing out ten pages of late story, Mumbo POV that I'm eventually going to have to rewrite from Cub or Scar's pov. As an apology for no new chapter, I offer you a little of that mess to tide you over. Be aware, there are spoilers for end story, though they are mild. It takes place after Mumbo comes back from his break.

Scar had been giving him a wary look as he landed, wobbling slightly until he managed to pull his cane out of his inventory. Then he shifted slightly, scratching the back of his head and looking away towards the horizon. Next to him Cub was giving both of them a deeply unimpressed look, however the majority of it seemed to be directed at Scar. Cub whistled something quietly, which seemed to jolt Scar out of whatever fugue he'd been in.

"What no! No, of course I wasn't…I didn't…I was just…"

"I'm not the one you should be saying that to."

Scar sighed, running a hand down his face before tossing the ponytail back over his shoulder before squaring them and finally managing to make eye contact with Mumbo.

"Er, uhm, hi Mumbo. Long time, no see." He trailed off awkwardly with a wince, and the blue on his cheek and the tips of his ears darkened. He shuffled in place a bit. "How…uh how have you been?"

Mumbo honestly couldn't stand the mutual awkwardness anymore so he decided to put an end to it.

"Oh for goodness sake, stop waffling and get over here," he said, opening his arms a bit.

Scar was in his arms in a second and he gave the other man a careful squeeze, mindful of the new appendages. Though this close he could see they were actually attached to the remnants of flesh limbs, with redstone wires littering the skin around the base. He recognized the handiwork, and also realized that until now, unlike Cub, Mumbo had never seen Scar's wings, or seen him in his vex form at all. The reason why, was now staring him in the face.

Then he stiffened as his two brain cells managed to spark a memory and he realized what he was seeing. Scar's skin was stained distinctly blue, a fairly vivid color of it, not vex gray blue. In fact, the particular shade of blue, at least within the game, was extremely distinctive, belonging to a single thing, or rather a single creature.

When he stiffened, Scar pulled back. He seemed to be bracing himself for something, though Mumbo wasn't sure exactly what. Luckily the brain cells seemed to be cooperating and he came to a realization. How many times had Scar been forced to live through this realization since managing to get his wings back? How many times had he had to explain his existence because of other people's assumptions? 

Mumbo dearly wanted answers, but he didn't need them immediately. Instead he gave Scar a smile, squeezing his shoulders before carefully stepping back, making sure Scar was steady before letting go.

"It's good to see you, Scar. Your base looks magnificent."

Scar was clearly caught off guard by his comment because his double take was almost comical. 

"Huh?"

Cub whistled something, which was obviously an insult based on his smug smile and Scar's indignant look.

"I'm gonna get you back for that later, Cub," he said, giving the vex a jabbing point. Then he turned back towards Mumbo. "Thanks, Mumbo. Welcome back. I hope your break was enjoyable. " Behind him his wings twitched and shifted, clearly showing his nervous energy.

Please enjoy and hopefully I'll get the actual chapter out by Monday (though with the stream weekend I make no guarantees)

-The Weird Nonny

PS: This did help my brain sort some things about the world building out, because Mumbo is a Player, and thus I got to see things from a player perspective for the first time.

ANFNJFJDNSNWE OMGGGG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH JSNXJSJS

Also no rush with a new chapter, its your fanfic after all!!!

[choking-on-tae]

ATEEZ Reaction to: Your first time together

A/N: I wanna write more stuff for ATEEZ because I love them so much and I thought this would be cute. I miss Mingi so much I really hope he's doing well <3. Anyways as usual gifs aren't mine and credits to the rightful owners! xx

Seonghwa

This man would be so fucking soft. Just like with your first kiss he wants everything to be perfect and had everything planned out. A nice dinner at your favorite restaurant then you'd go back to his place where his bed is covered in rose petals and there's a bottle of wine with two glasses on his nightstand. Pretty perfect, right?

You chuckle at his cheesiness as you playfully shake your head. Seonghwa chuckles at your reaction as he feels a blush creeping up to his cheeks. He didn't do too much, did he? Seonghwa starts to second guess himself for a bit, awkwardly scratching the back of his head as he looks at you.

You notice his reaction and feel your eyes widen. "Hwa, don't worry this is perfect. I think this is really sweet. Thank you."

Seonghwa's doubts vanish as a bright smile spreads across his face. He makes his way towards you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him as he leans in to press a kiss against your forehead. You place your hand on the back of his neck and pull him down so you can press your lips against his.

Seonghwa instantly kisses you back as he pulls you tighter against him, a soft groan escaping his lips when he feels your hands trail down his chest. He moves to sit down on the bed, pulling you with him as straddle him. Your lips never leaving his as he moves to lay down fully. You smile against his lips as he turns you over so now you're the one who's laying on their back.

Seonghwa hums against your lips as he places his hands on either side of your head, pulling back slightly so he's able to look you in the eyes. Smirking down at you as his finger trails down your chest.

"You've no idea how long I've been waiting for this."

Hongjoong

I feel like Hongjoong would try to do much, like Seonghwa, but it doesn't end up working out that way. What I mean by that is that your first time together wasn't planned. It just happened when you invited Hongjoong to his apartment, even thought it was 2 am. You knew he was up and working in his study. When he texted you that he was going back to the dorms you invited him over to your place. Hongjoong was surprised that you were still up but came over anyways.

That's how you two ended up on the couch, the movie in front of you long forgotten as you talk about everything. Hongjoong tells you about everything that's been bothering him and you listen, which isn't something he's used to, but he appreciates it a lot. Once he finishes talking he cuddles up to you, laying down on your chest as he wraps his arms around your middle. You lean down to press a kiss against his forehead, which makes Hongjoong chuckle as he presses himself up enough to kiss you.

You respond immediately, grabbing his collar to pulling him closer to you. Hongjoong smirks against your lips as he hears you let out a soft moan. He pulls back and crooks his eyebrow, biting down on his bottom lip as he stares at you.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asks, eyeing you up and down with that same look of hunger in his eyes.

"I am, but maybe we shouldn't do this on the couch, hm?"

Hongjoong hums in agreement as he helps you off of the couch, grabbing your arm and dragging you to you bedroom. You can't help but giggle as you two hastily make your way inside.

"A bed is much more comfortable than a couch anyways."

Yunho

Yunho would be somewhere in between Seonghwa and Hongjoong. As in that he did plan something, but didn't go as out as Seonghwa. He took you out for dinner first, to your favorite restaurant and now you two are cuddles up on the couch, watching a new episode of your favorite series when you feel Yunho's hand creeping up your thigh, making you giggle softly.

"I thought you wanted to watch the new episode."

Yunho smirks at you as he wiggles his eyebrows, making you laugh and playfully push him away. "Oh my god stop that."

Now it's Yunho's turn to laugh as he leans closer to you, trapping your body underneath his own. You smile up at your boyfriend as he gently brushes his thump across your cheek, pulling your face slightly closer to his so he can kiss you.

Yunho deepens the kiss almost instantly as his hand moves to your neck, tilting it so he has better access. You tangle your hand in Yunho's hair as you pull him closer so he's not fully on top of you. Moving one hand to support his weight while the other moves down your body.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you look at Yunho with big eyes. "Do you want this too baby?" He asks, his voice soft while his eyes are clouded with lust.

The fact that he still asks for your consent makes you smile. So you nod your head and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down again as he chuckles softly.

"I just wanted to make sure you were really-" "-I am! Thank you for asking, but I really do want this. Probably as much as you do."

Yunho's eyes widen upon hearing your words as a cheeky smile spreads across his lips. "Oh really? Prove it to me then."

Yeosang

I feel like with Yeosang there wouldn't be anything planned. Yes you two talked about it before but he didn't take you out to dinner of something like that when it happened. Yeosang was staying over at your place, playing your favorite game when he became distracted. He suddenly didn't feel like playing anymore when he saw how cute yet beautiful you looked. You had just taken a shower previously and aren't wearing any makeup. That's when Yeosang finds you most beautiful. Yes he thinks you look pretty with makeup on but he prefers to see you without it, or with minimal makeup so he's able to see your natural beauty.

You're so caught in your game you startle a little when you feel Yeosang tug a strand of hair behind your ear. You pause the game before turning to him, raising your eyebrow at him as you see him smiling softly at you.

"What's it?"

"Nothing. I just think you look beautiful like this."

Your cheeks flush as you nervously bite down on your bottom lip. Yeosang chuckles at the sight as he moves closer so his legs are touching yours. This time he reaches out to gentle cup your jaw, bringing your face closer to his for a kiss. You respond immediately as you throw away the controller and grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer.

Yeosang smirk against your lips as he pushes you down gently so you're laying on your back, climbing in top of you as he reconnects your lips. This time the kiss more desperate than before as you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on his locks as he groans softly.

"You really don't want to know what I'm thinking right now." He groans, pulling back slightly so he's able to look at you.

A teasing smirk spreads across your face as you tilt your head slightly, staring up at him with a playful glimmer in your eye.

"Really? Well, maybe I do want to know. Why don't you show me?"

San

I feel like it could go both ways with San. I see him as someone who's quite romantic so I think he'd might plan some things such as your favorite takeout, or something like that. Or it'd be completely spontaneous. Let's go with the first one. San didn't particularly plan on having your first time happen that night but after you had finished eating and were settled on the couch it popped up in his head again. You had talked about it in advance, so it wasn't like he wasn't sure if you were ready yet. With that out of the way San wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you against him, making you chuckle.

"What are you doing?"

"I just want to cuddle."

You look up at your boyfriend and notice a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. Shaking your head playfully as you gently brush your thump across his cheek. "I don't think that's all you want to do. Am I right?"

San feels his cheeks heat up as he nods his head, his shy demeanor immediately making place for a playful one. San pushes you down gently until you're laying on your back and climbs on top of you, wiggling his eyebrows playfully as neither of you can hold back your laughter.

You softly hit his chest as San smiles brightly at you, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours before pressing a soft kiss against your cheek.

"Do you want to..?"

You nod your head as you grab the back of his neck and pull him down so you can kiss him properly. San eagerly responds as he rests his weight on top of you, practically pressing you against the couch as he grinds his hips into yours. You gasp into his mouth at the friction and pull his hair, making him moan in return.

Mingi

You two are just laying in bed, talking about random things when he brings it up. "I was just wondering.." He starts off, suddenly feeling quite nervous as he looks at you.

You softly nod your head, encouraging him to keep going, which he eventually does. "We've been together for a while now and I thought that maybe we could.. uhm.. you know.. if you're ready fo-"

You chuckle softly as you rest your head on your hand, staring at your boyfriend lovingly as his cheeks turn a soft shade of pink. Mingi nervously bites down on his bottom lip as he waits for your response. Sensing his nerves you move a little closer to him and take his face in between your hands, bringing it closer to yours to press a kiss against his lips.

When you pull back Mingi is smiling brightly. The nerves from before disappeared as he feels butterflies erupt in his stomach.

"Of course I want to. Are you okay with this?"

You've never seen Mingi nods so fast in his life. Realizing that he must appear a little too eager he chuckles softly as he hides his face behind his hands. You laugh at his reaction as you take his hands in yours, pulling his back from his face so you're able to look at him again.

"Don't hide from me baby. I want to see you when we make love."

Wooyoung

You and Wooyoung have made out countless of times before, but you never went further than that. That's how you find yourself on your couch, your body beneath Wooyoung's as he's trapped you between his body and the couch. He might have gotten a little too jealous catching you talking with one of your friends. Not that you mind in the slightest when this is how he responds. He groans against your lips when he feels you wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him tighter against you.

Wooyoung pulls back, panting heavily as he stares down at you. Lust evident in his eyes as he tries to compose himself.

"Y/N.. I.. I don't think I'll be able to hold back if we continue this."

Instead of nodding and pushing him off of you, like he expected, he sees you smiling up at him and grabbing the collar of his shirt. Pulling him down so his lips are barely brushing against yours. His eyes find yours as he gulps softly, trying to look for any sight of discomfort. Only to see your smile turn into a smirk as you crook your eyebrow at him.

"Well, what if I don't want you to hold back?"

Wooyoung's eyes widen slightly before a bright smile spreads across his face. He crashes his lips against yours as his hands move down your body. You eagerly kiss him back as you run your nails down his back, making Wooyoung groan as he deepens the kiss. One hand finding your jaw as he tilts your head so he has better access.

Jongho

I think that with Jongho is would be a spur of the moment kind of thing. He hadn't planned it out but neither of you were complaining. The movie you had picked turns out to be quite boring, so instead of continuing to watch it you come up with a better idea. You swing your leg across Jongho as you straddle him, making his eyes widen as he reaches for the remote. Pausing the movie to give you his full attention.

"What's it baby? I thought you wanted to watch the movie?" He asks, his hands immediately finding their way to your hips as he looks into your eyes.

"Well, the movie is boring. I thought we could do something more fun."

Jongho instantly catches on as he chuckles softly, raising his eyebrow as he tightens his grip on your hips. "Ah really? Well what is it you're thinking about then?"

You smirk at your boyfriend as you run your hands down his chest, making Jongho gulp as he tries to keep his eyes on yours.

"Well, remember what we talked about the other day? I'm ready. If you are too."

Jongho hums in response as he leans in until his lips are brushing against yours. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

That's all Jongho needs to hear as he crashes his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck as you feel him standing up, carrying you to what you assume is your bedroom as your back meets the matrass. Jongho climbs down on top of you as he reconnects your lips immediately. You run your fingers through his hair as his hands run all over your body, making you moan softly against his lips.

Jongho smirks against your lips as he pulls back enough to be able to look at you. "I've really wanted to do this for a while now. I can't wait to make you mine."

[burberrybaby]

tasamum - تسمم

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pairing: bucky barnes x woc!reader

summary: you wake up from a nightmare hoping for a drink, but bucky gives you a different form of intoxication.

warnings: SMUT, a little fluff (bucky taking care of the reader,) knives (reader has one in her room,) alcohol mention, oral (f receiving,) fingering, dom/sub dynamics, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, praise, minors DNI!

a/n: my first official smut! english is not my first language, so if there are any errors, please let me know. any type of feedback would be lovely and, as always, reblogs are appreciated. not my gif.

word count: 2.5k

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You scream as you sit up in bed, throwing the covers off you and immediately pulling the small dagger out from under your pillow, holding it up in a defensive stance. It takes a second for you to realize you’re in no danger as you drop your weapon and hold your head in your hands, catching your breath. You woke up after another one of your nightmares; remaining memories of people you’ve killed in your past still haunt your dreams.

Instead of going back to bed, you decide to head to the kitchen to grab a quick glass of water. The compound was quiet and dark, very unlike how it usually is in the daytime. Once you finish your drink, you hear a raspy voice near the sitting area, “Y/N?”

It wasn’t bright enough for you to see who said your name, but the deep, thick voice could’ve only belonged to the one and only Bucky Barnes.

“Bucky?” you switch on the light and move towards him, setting your glass on the counter. He wore dark pants and a black buttoned-down shirt that was undone completely, exposing his gorgeous toned chest and abs. Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch him look you up and down. Compared to him, you were hardly dressed; a baggy Thrasher T-shirt that barely covered your ass and black lace panties.

“Nightmares?” he asks and you nod, looking away. “Come here, doll.” Your gaze slowly turns to meet his and you see him holding his hand out to you, offering his lap to you. A feeble attempt on your part to hide your shock rewards you with a small smirk from Bucky as you slowly make your way to him.

You try your best to pull your shirt down as you sit in his lap, and you blush as you feel the muscles in his thighs under you. Bucky wraps his arms around you and you lean your head against his shoulder. He rests his chin softly on the top of your head and he sighs. You can smell the scent of some sort of drink on his breath, “are you drunk?”

“No,” he chuckles softly, “alcohol doesn’t do much for me, unfortunately.”

“Oh, right.” you snuggle yourself into him, willing to let your vulnerabilities show in front of this man; suddenly feeling small and soft in his arms.

“Would it be bad if I was drunk?”

You pause, “I just- I have trust issues.”

“So you trust me?”

“Maybe,” you smile softly.

He tightens his vibranium arm around you and slowly lowers one hand down to rub small circles into your bare thigh, causing your breath the hitch.

“Do you wanna talk about the nightmare?”

You tilt your head to look at him, “No, not really... have any alcohol left though?”

“Sorry, doll, but I already finished the bottle,” Bucky looks at you curiously, “but there are other ways to make your night better.”

Your face flushes immediately to a deep shade of red as you stare at him blankly, “W-what do you mean by that?”

“I mean,” Bucky slowly moves his touch from your outer thigh closer between your legs, and pauses to look at you, “there's a different form of intoxication I can give you.”

Swallowing thickly, you look down at how close his hand is to your heat, and you’d be a fool to think this man didn’t feel it. It was almost embarrassing how badly you wanted him in you right now, but you hadn’t been with someone romantically in the longest time. Compared to the man whose lap you were currently perched upon... what would he think of you?

“If that’s not what you want, I get it-“

You cut him off, “I do! I just uhm..”

“We can take it as slow as you want.”

After a deep breath, you nod, “Okay.”

It only takes a second for Bucky to adjust you to straddle his lap, and before you can even register it, his shirt is off. You can see the sudden hunger in his eyes before he moves his lips to yours, and you easily melt into his touch. Bucky places his hands back on your thighs and massages slightly.

Your tongues move in union, both of you exploring each other’s mouths. One of your hands moves to cup his face and the other rests on his bare shoulder. Bucky pulls away after a bit with a tug to your bottom lip and moves his kisses to your jawline. A quiet moan escapes your lips, and you can feel his smile against your skin. He moves his way down to your neck, only needing a second to find that sweet spot on your skin that he knew would drive you crazy. If this man didn’t feel the heat and dampness from your core and panties, he certainly did now.

All the while, you’re pressing yourself against his covered length, yearning for more than just kisses. It doesn’t take long for his cock to harden against your clothed cunt; you were sexually infatuated with each other.

You tilt your head back to give him more space to pleasure you as he pleases, and you were already at his mercy. Leaving a few nips on your neck and now moving to your collarbone, Bucky drinks up all the soft whimpers and moans you give him. Later, when he pulls away, an unintentional whimper falls from your lips.

Without moving your gazes away from each other, you feel his rough, calloused hands move from your thighs to the hem of your shirt; at this point, it had ridden up to your waist, “May I?”

You give him a small nod and he slowly lifts the baggy T off your body, laying it next to his own discarded top. You shiver as the sudden cold perks your nipples up, and he moves his hands up to cup your breasts, massaging them and attaching his lips back onto your collarbone. He murmurs, “If you want me to stop just say it.”

“I know,” you whisper and squeeze your eyes shut as you grind against him. Your act rewards you with a deep growl from deep from Bucky’s throat as his lips move down to your left nipple. He twirls his tongue skillfully around the nub and rolls your other nipple between his fingers.

“W-want more,” your voice is almost inaudible and your eyes squeeze together from the pleasure he gives you.

Bucky slowly pulls away and looks up to meet your gaze, his pale blue eyes now darkened with lust. “Yeah?”

Your nod is almost pitiful as he lays you down on the couch, his large figure overpowering you even before his cock is in you. Bucky leaves kisses down your chest and stomach, red marks that will surely bruise by morning. His breath is hot against your skin as he pauses at the waistband of your panties.

He looks up at you through his lashes, asking permission to remove the final piece of your clothing. You nod again, “please,” and after that one word, he wastes no time pulling the black lace off with his teeth, discarding it on the floor.

Bucky takes a moment to admire your body before he makes his next move, “you’re beautiful, you know that, doll?” He brings your legs up, leaving hickey after hickey on your inner thighs, slowly moving closer to your aching core. He touches his finger to your bare cunt and reaches his hand to his mouth to lick the wetness and makes eye contact with you. You swallow again, hard, and whimper, begging desperately for more.

He slings your legs over his shoulders and brings his face to your dripping center, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. Your body shudders and radiates in hot pleasure as his lips attach to your clit and he carefully slips one metal finger into you, looking up to see your mouth drop open. You reach one hand down to tangle it in his dark hair as your back starts to arch.

Not wasting any more time than necessary, Bucky slips a second finger into your pussy and begins to scissor you open, making enough space for a third metal finger. He curls his knuckles and all the while swirling his tongue around your most sensitive parts. It doesn’t matter that this is the first time he’s eaten you out, he knew exactly what you wanted, and did not hold back in providing.

A sheen of sweat has acclimated over your skin, and your back is arched highly from the couch, the edge of which you’re now gripping so hard your knuckles have paled. Your thighs are shaking from being held apart by Bucky’s large hands and your head lolls to the side as you murmur, “I-I’m gonna-“

You aren’t even given the chance to finish your sentence as you hit your climax. Your body is plunged into a deep euphoria; whether that orgasm could be described as heavenly or sinful, you weren’t sure, but it didn’t matter; was the best feeling you’ve had in the longest time.

Bucky pulls away after drinking up all your come and watches how you slowly open your eyes, panting, “Th-that was amazing.” Instead of responding, he leans down to give you a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips and causing you to moan quietly.

“You are amazing.”

All you can do is let your mouth drop open and feel even more heat rising to your face as Bucky stands, unbuttoning his pants and slipping them off, along with his boxers. Your mouth practically waters at the sight of his hard cock, pressing up against his stomach; and it was huge. How he’s managed his composure for this long, you had no clue.

Bucky strokes his cock a few times and smirks at your peaked arousal, adjusting himself back on top of you, “Ready?”

You nod and he runs his length along your folds first, then gently presses himself into you. Even though he already stretched you out, it still took a bit for your body to adjust to Bucky’s size. Once he’s fully inside you, he presses his hand softly to your stomach, and chuckles softly, “Doll, look how deep I am.”

The realization of how you felt him in your stomach had come earlier, but now looking down and seeing that bulge made you desperate. Your hips buck up unintentionally, causing Bucky to moan quietly and begin to thrust into you.

You could tell he was holding back, keeping himself from pounding into you immediately, and you appreciated that. Maybe he could sense your inexperience and wanted to help you take it slow. Or maybe he was just scared of hurting you, but nonetheless, it felt amazing.

His mouth attaches to your neck again, and Bucky’s hand moves up to roll your nipple between his fingers. You allow your hands to roam his chest, biceps, and back as your head lolls back, moans falling from your lips easily.

He refrains from speeding up his pace; instead, his thrusts are slower, but stronger, hitting you deeper, his tip dragging along your G spot. Your back arches again off the couch, and your nails start to drag along his back.

His lips move to your ear, and he nibbles your earlobe teasingly. Bucky’s low voice now in the shell of your ear, “you’re taking me so well, baby, I’m so proud of you.” Your body shivers at that, and you want to say more, but the only words that fall from your lips are, “M-more, pl-lease.”

“Asking like a good girl, hm? I’ll give you more.” so he brings his hand down to your sensitive clit, rubbing in circles with his thumb, and you can’t help but bite down on his collarbone to keep yourself from crying in the pleasure. Bucky winces and chuckles again, “marking me up, I see? Don’t worry, I’ll wear the bruises proudly.”

Your whimper is muffled against his skin and this time, without warning you come around him, your essence dripping onto both of your thighs. Once again, you’re engulfed in hot, sticky pleasure as Bucky helps you ride out your orgasm.

Panting you mumble, “Y-you can go faster i-if you need.” He pauses a second to look at you, making sure he heard you right, then he pushes your knees into your chest and takes your calves in his hands. After adjusting his position, Bucky gradually speeds up, his head tilting back in pleasure as his lips part.

Looking down to watch him, and seeing your breasts being shoved back and forth from the new speed makes you wish for a third release. You bite your lip and grip the edge of the couch tightly, trying to keep yourself grounded.

You snake one hand down to rub your clit when Bucky looks back down at you. The sight of your body; the same sight you had relished in moments before, driving him closer to his own release. So now he grunts, “Cum with me, doll.”

And of course, you happily oblige, kneading your tit with one hand and the other rubbing your clit faster as you come a third time. Your channel tightening again against his cock drives him insane, and a deep moan comes from Bucky’s throat. He comes with you, heavily coating your walls and panting as he finishes and looking down to admire how he’s made you fall apart under him.

You meet his gaze and you laugh, “that really just happened, huh?” He laughs with you, “yeah, it did.”

Your legs are shaking as he pulls out and heads to the kitchen to get a damp cloth to clean you both up. He cleans very carefully around your thighs and helps you sit up to clean underneath. Your eyes widen as you see the forming stain underneath you, but Bucky doesn’t seem to mind, “this couch is officially ours.”

Smiling warmly at each other, Bucky picks you up and takes you back to his room, wrapping his arms around you tightly. your head is resting on his chest, and your arm loosely wrapped around his torso.

“How do you feel now?” he hums.

You tilt your head up to look at him, “way better than before.”

Bucky smiles down at you, “that’s good, doll. You should get some rest, I plan on ravishing you again in the morning.

Chewing on your lip, you pull the blanket around your shoulders and look away.

So his smile turns to a worried frown, “Is something wrong? We don’t have to do it again if you don’t want to.”

“No, no I want to,” you pause, “it’s just… the nightmares again…”

“Hey,” Bucky lifts your chin so you can look at him, “as long as I’ve got you here in my arms, I promise you’ll be safe, doll. I get nightmares too, but now I’ve got you to hold!”

You smile and leave a lingering kiss on his lips before resting your head again, letting your eyes flutter shut, “good night, Buck.”

He kisses your forehead, “good night, Y/N.”

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You Took My World Away.

Author Note: Am I starting off with an angst fic about Erwin? Yes. 

Summary: Erwin didn’t really focus on love, not until he met Reader. Although, nothing good really lasts for him, so losing his lover wasn’t that suprising, but his potential baby? it hurts. Really, really, bad.

Pairings: Erwin x Reader

Type: Feminine Reader

Theme: Angst

TW: Death, Swearing, Injuries, Miscarriage.

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He knew it’d happen eventually.

Your presence wasn’t there at HQ anymore, he knew that he’d never get to hold your hand one day, he wouldn’t hear and see you greet him a good morning by the kitchen when he walks by, he would never be able to catch you in his arms ever again when your ODM gear breaks down while you swing around during your off days.

He just never knew how soon it was, he realized how much he took you for granted, when they brought what was left of your body to him, he realized how stupid he was to not have been there by your side. How stupid could he have been, you must’ve been so lonely while you passed.

Nobody spoke when Erwin softly cried as he held your body, nobody tried to talk to him to let go of your corpse, not even Hanji or Levi. His friends surrounded him and you, he held you close to his chest as his friends tried to make him feel better, “Erwin? You should let go, alright?” Hanji gently clutched your limp arm as Erwin had quieted down. “No, I-” Erwin strained voice tried to speak.

“Erwin. Let her go.” Levi’s voice cut through, Erwin looked at him with pain and disbelief in his eyes, “You- Why aren’t any of you grieving?-” Mike’s hand placed itself on his shoulder. “We are, Erwin, but you have to let her go.” Erwin’s grip around your body had tightened. Levi held his wrist, as Hanji slowly pulled you out of his grip. Erwin tried to pull you back in his arms, Levi and Mike pulled him back, restricting him from taking your corpse away from the soldiers who were responsible of handling the corpses of other soldiers.

“You don’t understand, I need to-” Erwin tried to explain himself, as he looked at Mike and Levi frantically, as if to tell them to let him go. The two squad leaders struggled to hold him back. “Erwin, snap out of it! You knew this would happen!” Levi’s harsh voice tried to get through to Erwin, but his cerulean eyes were focused on his lover’s dead body as it slowly faded out of his view.

“You can’t take her away from me!” Erwin’s pained cries tried to convince Hanji to turn back, they could feel their tears run down their cheek, they could feel their grip on your body tighten slightly, as if they too, didn’t want to hand you over, with a heavy sigh, you were placed on the rickety wood of the carriage that carried also what remains of soldiers who fought bravely to their deaths.

———

“Oi, Erwin.” Levi leaned by the door frame, watching as the blonde sat in his chair, holding what seems to be a piece of jewelry, by the way the sun rays shone through the window, blanketing his restless figure and the item with different shades of the sun’s gold, the piece of jewelry produced a glare that seemed bright white to those who chose to stare at it head on.

“Levi?” Erwin looked up from his seemingly long gaze at your necklace, looking up to meet Levi’s industrial blue eyes, who seemed to glare at him from the door frame. “What- what are you doing here?” Erwin’s voice sounded rough and dry, as if he was dehydrated or had a sick throat.

“You haven’t left your quarters, not even for meals, besides, Hanji needs a break from being in charge in your place.” Levi looked away from Erwin’s full blue eyes, it has been fairly obvious that Erwin still hasn’t gotten over your demise.

“Oh yeah, uhm, I’ll be there.” Erwin looked over at Levi who seemed to be fishing something from his pockets. “You don’t have to start working soon, I’m just, here to deliver something honestly.” Erwin’s figure perked up as Levi’s footsteps came closer, placing two letters, one was a blood-stained letter, the second, a letter with the doctor’s wax seal was on it.

Of course, the doctor’s letter came first, probably news about you, his beloved, late wife. He grabbed his letter opener, prying gently at the black wax seal that kept it closed until it was delivered to him.

He slowly removed the parchment out of the envelope, placing it on the side as his eyes scanned the words on the parchment. His eyes scanned it over and over again before a heavy and broken sigh came out of his lips. Levi looked over to Erwin who seemed to be on the verge of crying once again.

Levi knew better than to poke through Erwin’s business so he left quietly, closing the door to give his commander some privacy.

Erwin’s hold on the letter tightened as it wrinkled the parchment. It read,

———

Trost District, Jan. 16th 851

Commander Erwin Smith.

Survey Corps.

Commander Smith, I am writing to you about your late wife, Mrs. Smith. I am saddened to share with you that your wife had carried while in battle, she was 4 weeks in her pregnancy, I am terribly sorry to be the one who had to inform you of your late child, I bring my condolences and hope that soon enough, you’ll be able to come from Trost to Wall Sina to collect your late wife’s corpse and give her a final resting place.

My Condolences

Dr. Edward Harley

———

Erwin felt himself freeze, he tried to take in deep breaths, doing anything to prevent him from spilling his tears, he knew if even one spilled from out his eyes, he’d never stop crying again.

The overwhelming guilt of not being able to be there by your side in the battlefield, to not be present during your passing, you must’ve cried for him, he shook his head, trying to rid himself of his thoughts of you and looked up to the dirty ceiling of his quarters as he tried to blink his tears away.

He continued on, he felt his hands weaken as he reached for the blood stained letter, he knew it was from you, the rich royal blue wax seal, a sign of extreme passion for the one who was to receive the letter. His letter opener pried at the wax seal, opening with a bit more force from the knife.

He pulled out the parchment the envelope dropping as soon as he let it go. He read this slowly and carefully, different from the doctor’s letter. His eyes ran over your written words carefully, making sure not to miss not even one letter on the parchment. He didn’t even notice his tears staining the parchment, the ink slowly spreading into the parchment, not being water-proof.

The letter was carelessly thrown onto his desk as he cried his heart out, the letter read,

———

Dearest, Erwin,

My beloved husband, I am currently writing this letter on the day of our wedding, I will carry this letter everyday with me, for in fear of my demise being uncertain whether it’d be today or years later.

It pains me, the thought of leaving such a remarkably amazing husband behind, I knew from the day we both met each other that our lives will be short, which is why we both married as soon as we were sure that we truly wanted to spend every second of our lives being in each other’s arms. I wanted to start a family with you, Erwin. I knew it will be hard to be able to start a family but I want to someday, I hope that both of us live long enough to atleast have a child together, I wish to wake up in your arms everyday, I wish to watch you and our child play around as they laughed cheerfully from enjoying their childhood.

I am sorry that it came to the time you’re reading this now, rather than a time where we lived happily, I was selfish enough to wish that you never had to read this and I was able to throw this letter away. I want you to know that my death will not keep us apart, this world was cruel enough to take me away from you.

I am strong enough to tell you that even if in this time I’m taken away, I will still find you in another life, I will wait a hundred years to be with you again, my beloved husband and hopefully, the future father of my children.

I promise that I will perish with you as my last thought and our wedding as my last memory, may we meet again.

Yours Truly, Y/N Smith.

———

He finally let his cries out, it wasn’t silent nor was it pretty, it was loud and painful, his eyes stung from the salty tears that left it, the painful and broken cries from his mouth went ignored by Erwin, the letter now laid on his desk as he had his head in his arms, his shoulders shook with every cry, his lungs begged to breath big breaths rather than staggered and short ones.

His hands clenched around his hair, it felt easy to pull out his hair, he could feel the cold ring on his finger, which used radiate so much warmth, even if it was the coldest night or the winter days. It was like the ring was powered by your presence. It felt warm rather than cold metal whenever you were with him. Now it feels cold forever, colder than any blizzard or colder than ice on his skin.

He cried out his guilt and his anger, he cried out the guilt of not being able to grant you the one wish you wanted, a family.

He felt horrible knowing that he could never hold you or his child ever again. He should’ve kept you here, he should’ve never let you went on that expedition. He should’ve been there. He wanted to turn back time, even just a few seconds from your death he could’ve at least done something, just something.

Erwin cried for what seemed like endlessly, hours it felt, on the other side of his closed door, was Levi and Hanji, who was stationed around his door, Hanji sat down on the ground, the tray of food originally brought warm enough so Erwin could atleast enjoy something while mourning, now laid beside them cold and tough.

They listened as Erwin let out staggered breaths and pained cries, they listened as their friend was miserable. Levi glared at the closed door of their friend’s quarters, as if it was to blame for the pain Erwin felt.

They sat and listened to Erwin’s cries over and over again, waiting for the right time to come in and comfort their blonde-headed friend.

“Levi..I can’t stand to listen to him anymore, I’m going in.” Hanji pulled themselves up, dusting their uniform before grabbing the door knob, a pale hand covered Hanji’s, they looked over to Levi’s face, emotionless eyes bore straight in Hanji’s pitiful ones.

“Let him cry and mourn, he won’t say anything if we go in there, you know he keeps to himself.” Levi suggested, Pulls back as Hanji let out a small sigh, stepping back from the door.

“I wish I could help him.” Hanji mumbled, sitting back down beside the closed door, trying their best to drown out Erwin’s muffled cries.

“Everyone loses something everyday, it just so happens to be the most important thing, Erwin lost these past few days.” Levi looked over to Hanji before glancing at Erwin’s door and walking away, leaving with slight sympathy in his heart.

Hanji soon walked away with the cold tray in hand, unable to take the overwhelming aura of sadness and guilt radiating off Erwin’s quarters, Hanji walked away with sadness built up inside themselves and a determination to lead while Erwin grieves.

Hanji looked back one more time, seeing Levi retreating back to his office before mumbling something as they walked back to the mess hall, deep in thought.

“Captain Hanji?” Moblit’s voice broke through her train of thought, “Is something wrong?” The blonde spoke worriedly, Hanji looked up at Moblit before speaking softly.

“As much as I think what Levi said is right, I don’t think Erwin just lost something, I think he lost his whole world.”

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When A mother’s & A father’s world’s collide Chapter 4: Barbara meets Marinette

“Where are you sneaking off to?” Barbara questions Dick, rolling her wheelchair closer.

“The kitchen for a snack?” Dick answered, receiving a disbelieving look for his answer.

“Really now? We should go get Alfred to make us some snacks since you're still banned from the kitchen. Oh! I’m sure Jason would love some snacks too.” Barbara said, daring Dick to continue his lie so she can go get the others.

Dick and Barbara got into a staring competition before he finally cracked.

“Ok, but you can’t tell or show anyone. Not Bruce, not Jason, I’m sure Alfred already knows but you still can’t tell him. You can’t tell anyone. I’m not sure how much trouble I’ll get into for bringing you and I don’t need to get into more trouble because you told someone.” Dick Informs her, making Barbara promise.

Once she swore not to say anything Dick brought his bluebird necklace out from under his shirt. Barbara had seen the necklace a few times and knows that it’s important to him.

All of a sudden the bluebird came to life, flying off the necklace chain. Before Barbara could ask how the bird came to life, Dick began pushing her wheelchair in the same direction as the bird flew in.

Somehow the hallways of Wayne manor disappeared and they walked into some kind of living-ish room.

“What the actual fuck Dick,” Barbara said under her breath as she looked around.

Before she could even begin to process what happened and where they were, a little girl ran over to them, crashing into Dick, giving him a hug, of which he returned.

The girl looked to be twelve or thirteen, definitely pre or early teens.

Another person walked into the room. The person was a woman and she was holding a toddler.

“Welcome back Blue.” The woman claimed.

“Hey mom,” Dick greeted taking the toddler from her.

Barbara could only stare in shock. Millions of questions flying through her head.

‘Wasn’t Dick’s mother dead?’

‘Who is the toddler?’

‘Who is the little girl?’

‘Where are we?’

‘How did the necklace do that?’

“Hey, are you ok sweetheart?” The woman asked in one of the kindest voices Barbara has ever heard. She was now closer to Barbara while still giving her enough space to move and not feel trapped.

“I’m fine,” Barbara answered eventually.

There was silence between the woman, ‘Dick’s mother?’, and Barbara, before the woman gave her another sweet smile and interrupted the silence.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions.” The woman said before looking to Dick. “But I also have a question of my own.”

Dick had a sheepish look on his face.

“Ah. Uhm. Sorry, mom. Babs saw me leaving and threatened to get the others’ attention if I didn’t tell her where I was going, so I figured letting her tag along would be the better idea.” Dick explains.

Barbara expected the woma- Dick’s mother, to be mad at Dick for bringing a stranger into her ‘home?’, or maybe mad at her for essentially blackmailing her son.

Instead, Dick’s mother just laughed.

“So you’re Babs. It’s nice to finally meet the young woman Dick hasn’t stopped gushing about.” Dick’s cheeks getting a few shades of red to them, he glares at his mother, but there didn’t seem to be any heat behind it.

“I’m Marinette, Dick’s adoptive-ish mother.” Dick’s mother introduces herself.

“This is Damian and Cassandra, my other adoptive-ish kids,” Marinette claims, introducing the sleepy toddler and the little girl who was now hiding behind Dick.

‘So that answers some questions.’

“Adoptive-ish?” Barbara questions.

“Uhm… the best way to explain it is I’m not their legal guardian in any way, shape, or form, but I am emotionally attached to them in the same way they are emotionally attached to me. That kinda makes me their mom while they are my kids” Marinette explained.

Barbara continued to look at Marinette strangely before letting out a heavy breath with a shrug. “You know what, it’s not the strangest thing I have heard of or seen.”

Barbara and Dick ended up spending the next three hours playing with Damian and Cass while Marinette seemed to supervise, only joining in when one of her children asked for her.

A beeping noise sounded causing Barbara to jump slightly in her wheelchair. She looked around only to see everyone here was now seemingly upset.

Barbara rolled herself closer to Dick. “What was that for, and why is everyone in a bad mood compared to a few moments ago?” She asked.

“That means Damian has to go back to his blood home,” Dick states with a bit of an upset huff.

“And that’s a bad thing why?” Barbara questions with curiosity.

“His biological mother is Talia Al-Ghul,” Dick informs her.

Barbara blinked a few times, gathering her train of thought. “Wait… What?... Does that mean Damian is B…”

“Most likely?” Dick said with a shrug. “I can’t run his DNA against B.’s without alerting B., so we won’t know for sure till Talia randomly dumps Damian on him,” Dick says, earning him a slap on his arm.

“Just cause Talia is a bad person doesn’t mean she would randomly drop her kid off with someone. She would hopefully give them a heads up before that.” Barbara said, looking a little unsure of herself.

Once everyone said their goodbyes Marinette had them move to the kitchen so they could eat something. Dick knowing it was an excuse for them to leave before Damian throws a fit about having to go back, leads Cass and Barbara to the kitchen.

Marinette picked Damian up, “You ready to go?” She questioned sweetly.

“NOOOO!” Damian cried, clearly as unhappy to leave as they were that he had to go.

“Ssshhhhh. You’re ok little one. I know you don’t want to, but I really have to take you back before they notice.” Marinette said in a calm soothing voice.

“I stay here!” Damian whines.

“Hhmm…” Marinette hums in thought. “How about I make those berry pastries you like next time I bring you home,” Marinette says, extending her pinky towards the toddler.

Damian looked at the pinky, knowing that his mother was trying to do a pinky promise, but decided just to hug his mom tighter.

“I no go… meanies there…” Damian said with a sniffle of his nose.

“I know little one but your mother will be very angry if you are missing,” Marinette informs him with a soft, quiet voice. Still trying to soothe her upset and distressed child.

“Mean lady not mother...” Damian argued in a tired voice.

“I know little one but you need to pretend till we can get you out of there,” Marinette said, rubbing small soothing circles into Damian’s back.

“... Fine…” Damian huffed as Marinette moved to the shadows later emerging in the ‘demon heir’s quarters’.

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My dearest bouncey! I have a prompt for you if you like: Witchers as a 90s/2000s boyband 😂🤷‍♀️💖💖💖

Ellie, darling, this started as 500 words and turned into like 3.2k words and also a piece of art so... thank you so much. also shout out to my amazing art pal @mawbwehownets for the little comic!!

this contains lots of 90′s/early 2000′s nostalgia so there is also that

tw: hornyish, smooching, perilous music video situations (corny)

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“Do I have to?” Geralt groans, letting his forehead thud down against the linoleum surface of their tour bus’s shitty dining table.

“Yes,” Vesemir says. His tone leaves no room for argument or whining. “But what if I let you pick the winner personally?”

“There have to be like fifteen thousand letters to go through! How will I manage that in less than two days?”

“There were a few more than fifteen thousand applications, Geralt. There were probably closer to five hundred thousand.”

Lambert wolf whistles and Aiden claps.

Geralt grimaces and keeps his face hidden against the table, releasing a slightly muffled: “Fuck.”

“Language,” Vesemir frowns. He tugs gently at Geralt’s loose ponytail and the singer lifts his head up from the table again, looking at his manager with beseeching eyes. “Anyway, we’ve narrowed it down to about fifty. You can go through those and choose whichever person you’d like to play your love interest. But you have to give me an answer by Friday. The shoot is in three weeks and whoever wins this stupid competition will need time to make arrangements.”

“I thought we were footing the bill for their food and their hotel room,” Geralt raised an eyebrow. “What would they need to arrange?”

“Not everyone can board their pets at the flick of a wrist, dude,” Lambert scoffs from his seat on the couch. Aiden lies draped across his lap, as usual, and the two of them are halfheartedly watching The Lion King. They can only watch movies when the bus is stationary, otherwise the VHS player might move too much while running and damage the film inside the cassette. Even taking advantage of such a rare opportunity, Lambert and Aiden still seem more interested in each other than Jonathan Taylor Thomas’s voice acting. 

“Lambert has a point,” Vesemir sighs. He scrubs his hand over his lightly whiskered face like a tired grandparent and sighs again, more heavily. “It’ll be good for you boys to have a normal person around for a few days. Maybe they’ll be able to put some things into perspective.”

Geralt can only roll his eyes a little bit and thank his manager regardless of his own feelings; he and the rest of TW5 owe the seasoned musical expert their entire careers. Without Vesemir’s help and mentorship they would never have made it past their first disastrous record deal. They certainly wouldn’t have reached the heights they’re at now, enjoying international fame and recognition. 

The begrudging frontman accepts a heavy plastic bin of file folders from Vesemir and sets them down next to his bunk. “Are these organized in any particular way?”

“Nope.”

“Cool.”

Geralt digs his hand into the pile and pulls out a piece of pale-pink stationary, eager to get started and, by extension, get finished. He can already tell that it’s going to be a long couple of days.

---

“I want this one, please, Ves.”

“Huh?” Vesemir looks up from his palm-pilot. Geralt is standing in front of him and trying to hand him something. 

“I want this guy to be in the music video with me.” Geralt holds out the letter again, fingers trapping the accompanying polaroid headshot with great care. A pair of bright blue eyes stares up from the photo, highlighting the subject’s bright smile and unruly mop of messy brown hair. Vesemir tries to hide his amusement; totally Geralt’s type, if the big oaf could admit to having one.

“Alright. I’ll get everything in order. We start shooting in two and a half weeks so get your asses to the gym, please.”

“Yes, Ves,” all five young men chorus. 

“Tomorrow,” Coen mutters a moment later than everyone else, not glancing up from his composition notebook. Vesemir nods in understanding. Coen is the best lyricist of the lot and it’s easier to let him work when inspiration strikes than beg him to focus when he can’t get a solitary idea to stick.

“So why’d you pick that one, Ger-bear?” Lambert drawls. Aiden nods and leans against Lambert’s side. Geralt can’t help the mild jealousy that overtakes him every time he sees his bandmates touch each other with such casual affection. He wants that intimacy, that softness behind the veneer of famous indifference. He wants someone to hold. 

“Yeah. What drew your attention to that poor unfortunate soul. Was it the floppy hair, the big blue eyes, or the dopey grin?” Aiden smirks.

“Hmm.”

“Fuck you,” Eskel sighs, looking between the two troublemakers with the tired gaze of an eldest sibling, “Fuck you for even asking in the first place and expecting a straight answer.”

“Straight is the furthest thing from his answer,” Lambert chuckles. He is promptly smacked in the head with one of the couch’s hideous throw pillows. The youngest member of the band rubs the side of his face and chuckles, “Alright, I deserved that one.”

---

“Holy shit!” Jaskier practically screams. “Holy motherfucking shit!”

“What!?” Yennefer comes flying around the corner. “What’s wrong!?”

“Nothing is wrong, Yenna! Everything is awesome! Everything absolutely fucking rocks!”

“Did you get hit on the head by a falling branch between here and the mailbox or what? You were whining about your finals work not five min-”

“Look at this!” Jaskier shoves an open envelope into her hands and cuts her off. Yennefer reads the watermarked documents once. Twice. Her eyes almost pop out of her head when the words and their meanings finally sink in. 

“Are you fucking with me right now?”

“No, I am absolutely not!” her giddy roommate cheers, bouncing up and down in place. “I did it! I won!”

“Holy shit.”

“I know! I get to kiss Geralt deRiv!” he practically cackles. Then freezes. “Holy fuck I get to kiss Geralt deRiv.”

“You said that already,” Yen teases. She shoves the paperwork back into his hands and grabs a takeout menu from the junk drawer near her hip. “Since you won the makeout lottery, you get to buy lunch. Lucky bastard.”

---

“So this will be your dressing room,” someone’s underpaid PA says, ushering Jaskier into a small, bright room. “Priscilla will be here shortly to get you into hair and makeup.”

“Oh, uh- thanks!”

“Yup.”

And with that, the young man disappears back down the hallway toward the sound stage. Jaskier jogs his leg anxiously as he waits for Priscilla to arrive, nervous and otherwise totally alone in the huge grey building. As the minutes tick by and his heart rate rises, Jaskier’s intrusive thoughts make an unwanted appearance: What if they forget about me being here? What if there’s been a mistake and they accidentally hired two love interests and I just sit in here for hours all alone while-

“Hi!” a bright, peppy blonde woman flies through the door and startles him back to reality. “Nice to meet you, I’m Priscilla! You can call me Priss; I’ll be doing your hair and makeup for the video this week!”

“Oh… hi. I’m Julian, but I prefer Jaskier.”

“Lovely! Well, Jaskier, is your hair naturally this color?”

“Y-Yes?”

“Perfect! I don’t want to mess with such a lovely shade of natural brown, but do you mind if I give it a bit of a trim? I have a few ideas for styles right here in my book- How do you feel about some feathering back here? I think-” she fluffs a few of the hairs around the nape of Jaskier’s neck “-I could really bring out the curls if I adjusted the length a bit and used some product.”

“Just, uhm, go for it, then! Feel free to make me as pretty as possible!” Jaskier declares. He’s committing to this experience wholeheartedly, determined to allow himself every opportunity for positive change. He wants to really let himself enjoy it, and he needs a haircut anyway. Priscilla spends an hour washing, cutting, drying, and styling his hair into a lovely fringed sweep across his forehead. It ends just above his brows, giving his face a slightly softer shape than usual. He grins over his shoulder, “I love it! I’m going to miss you when I’m back at Oxenfurt. Good stylists are so hard to find.”

Priss blushes and nudges against his shoulder, “Oh, you little charmer.”

“I mean it,” he says, examining himself in the mirror. “I look like I could really be worthy of a heroic rescue! This is going to be such a fantastic memory, and I appreciate it. Thank you so much.”

Priss bites back a genuine tear and smiles, “Now that your natural prettiness has been mildly enhanced, let’s get you over to wardrobe, shall we?”

“Wardrobe? Do I have, like, a costume? What’s the music video even about?”

“They didn’t tell you any of this when you got here?”

“Not… not really.”

“Well, my darling, I think you’re really going to like it; they’ve got you in Versace for the first scene.”

“Versace!?” 

Then Jaskier is being ushered into a bright, colorful room full to bursting with grim-faced, middle-aged women and he loses track of his only braincell for the rest of the morning.

---

“You must be Julian!” Lambert declares, bounding up to him and grinning. It’s a feral, animalistic grin and Jaskier resists the sudden urge to take a step back.

“I prefer Jaskier, if you don’t mind too much,” Jaskier corrects him quietly. Lambert rolls his eyes in a long-suffering kind of way and throws a meaty arm around the shorter man’s shoulders, completely ignoring the wardrobe technician’s wincing as he wrinkles the expensive silk jacket. 

“No need to be quiet and polite around here, my dude. We’re just a bunch of rowdy idiots, aren’t we, guys?” 

“Hell yeah!” Aiden calls back. Eskel sighs like the put-upon nanny in a Victorian Redanian comedy. 

“Speak for yourself,” Coen barely lifts his frosted tips up from his book long enough to speak. Geralt is-

Holy motherfucking Britney Spears on toast.

Geralt is the hottest thing Jaskier has ever seen in his short, unfulfilled-until-right-now life. Forget Ralph Macchio. Forget Leonardo Dicaprio and Kate Winslet and Winona Ryder. This man is… Geralt deRiv is… he’s the picture of perfection. And he’s right there, standing in front of an elaborate party set with his thick, beautiful arms crossed over his chest and his eyes trained on the floor, as if willing it to swallow him whole. Jaskier realizes that he probably didn’t have any choice in the matter; maybe this was just as awkward and uncomfortable for Geralt as it was for Jaskier. 

“Ger-bear!” Lambert whoops, yanking Jaskier closer to the brooding frontman. If only he were brave enough to struggle for escape; alas. “This is your boy-toy for the week. Goes by Jaskier, apparently.”

“Nice to meet you,” Geralt manages to grunt. “How did you like the script?”

“I haven’t uh- I haven’t actually seen it?”

“Shit. Fuck. One second,” Geralt huffs, disappearing into the crowd of technicians and machinery operators and PAs. Jaskier loves him already, for real. Sure, he was pretty in the music videos and promo material, but the way he said fuck like it was the noblest word he could think of… Geralt interrupts his train of thought by coming back with a sheaf of papers clutched in his hand. He shuffle-shoves them into Jaskier’s arms immediately. “There you go.”

“Thank you!” Jaskier smiles. It’s genuine and shy, more tenuous than his usual goofy grin. He flips through the pages, glancing between the script to his expensive suit, “So I’m guessing we’re at a party for this scene? Or something?”

“This is… where we meet. This is where… you and I uh…”

Jaskier’s eyes scan the page as Geralt’s ability to speak slowly leaves him. 

Lover ENTERS LEFT, dressed to the nines. Lover adjusts their tie/boa and takes a look around the room. S/He looks sad and a little hopeful. PULL BACK to Geralt, who approaches slowly. Their eyes meet. HOLD SHOT. PULL BACK as they move towards each other. Geralt pulls Lover into his arms and they begin to dance.

“Oh, wow.”

“I hope it’s okay! If you’re not comfortable with that kind of thing we can-”

“I’ll be alright, thank you. I came here to put my acting chops to the test. Well, that and meet my favorite band, of course. Thank you again, by the way. It’s been wonderful so far and I really appreciate you allowing me to be here.”

“Allowing? Psh. Geralt ha-” Lambert is cut off by Aiden, who elbows him sharply in the side. “Ow! What the fuck, babe?”

“I knew it!” Jaskier crows, distracted. “I knew you two were an item!”

“They’re not exactly subtle.”

“They never confirm anything either,” Jaskier retorts. Geralt shrugs his acknowledgement and moves back towards the set. Jaskier follows after the taller man like a lost puppy, eyes flicking from one thing to the next, hungry for detail even in his anxiety ridden state. This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience and he doesn’t want to waste a solitary second of it. “This is incredible, really just...wow. You guys do this all the time? You get to make tiny little movies for already great songs that you get to perform for millions of adoring fans? And you get paid!?”

Geralt hadn’t ever really thought about it like that. He’d been raised in the industry. He’d signed to Kaer Morhen Records as an early teen because his mother was a member of the Board of Directors and he’d been making music ever since; an outsider’s perspective to things was… new. A little strange. “Yeah, I guess that is pretty much what we do.”

“Wow.”

“It’s not that exciting, I promise.”

“Have you ever written a fifteen page paper about the history of lute-string design and manufacturing?” 

“No.”

“Then kindly shut the fuck up about what I should consider exciting,” Jaskier grins. Geralt is immediately and irrevocably smitten. Fuck. It hasn’t even been fifteen minutes! “So, which door am I entering from?”

“Left,” Geralt points. Jaskier skips over and begins to introduce himself to the sound and lights crew. His smile seems to be as infectious as his cheer and soon the entire set crew is smiling at one another. There’s been a literal shift in the atmosphere; if he didn’t know any better, the TW5 frontman thinks Jaskier might be some kind of magical creature, because he can’t just be human. Geralt is well and truly fucked, and everyone in the band already knows.

---

“What do you think?” Jaskier asks, slipping anxiously from behind the changing screen. The Versace is gone and in its place are a pair of tight, high-waisted blue pleather pants and a billowing white shirt, which has been strategically ripped in several places to reveal slivers of the lightly tanned skin that lies beneath. He looks like he’s in desperate need of rescuing. He looks like every fantasy Geralt has ever had about the perfect guy. He looks like a fucking dream.

“Nice,” he says.

Lambert and Aiden wolf-whistle and cheer as they approach. Aiden claps twice, loudly, and shoots Jaskier a set of finger guns, “Hot damn, baby. You single? You lookin’ to mingle? Because I am bi and spoon like a Pringle.”

“First of all, babe, I love you but that was the most horrific combination of words yet known to man. Second of all, yeah, I’d dump Aiden for you for sure,” Lambert adds. Jaskier is at a total loss for words. His mouth hangs open and his breath comes in uneven little gasps for a moment.

“Uh… I- Thank you?”

“Oh god, Eskel! Eskel, he’s short circuiting, do something.”

“You absolute-” Eskel groans and makes his way over to the gathered group. He tugs Jaskier away and over to the other end of the set, where a comically huge rocket/bomb (Jaskier can’t tell) is standing at the center of a vaguely science-themed room. A laboratory, maybe? Or like, a really weird spacecraft? A hospital run by rocket scientists? It doesn’t matter, it’s the Evil Lair of the Villain and that’s where Jaskier is being held captive. “Here, Cameron and Elise will help you get set up for the next scene. I’m sorry about the boys they’re... gay?”

“I understand,” Jaskier nods sagely and Eskel relaxes. Then for comedy’s sake he adds an equally dramatic, “I too am... gay.”

The set dresser, an electrician, and a few specialists (likely a rope rigger among them) come over and tie Jaskier to the bomb/rocket/villainous mechanism, ending his conversation with Eskel, who is now in a much better mood than he was before. 

Jaskier is told to make sure his hands are crossed behind the small of his back and the director instructs him to wiggle back and forth “as convincingly as possible without actually getting loose or moving the ropes too much”. Which is manageable, he supposes. 

“Then, when the chorus comes up, we’ll get a few shots of the boys dancing in front of you,” the director continues to explain. That’s… kind weird, but okay. I’ve seen weirder. “Then we’ll do the action shots, with Geralt rescuing you. Are you okay to do the kiss, or would you rather not? We have dynamic shots with or without, so it’s totally up to you.”

“I’m fine with that,” Jaskier smiles shyly. “I consent to be smooched.”

“Adorable,” Lambert calls. Jaskier blushes and the director shoots Lambert a glare. 

“He’s already pink enough, don’t make me change my gels you little shithead!”

“Sorry, Pierre!”

“Fucking sorry my ass,” Pierre grumbles beneath his breath. Then he smiles at Jaskier. “Do something nasty to him for me, will you? Not too nasty but… just a little?”

“I’ve got your back,” Jaskier winks. 

“No plotting! Not fair!” Aiden whines.

“You have a team,” Pierre retorts. “Now I have a team.”

“Rules are rules,” Eskel sighs. “Now can we please shoot this damn video?”

“Right,” Pierre claps, getting everyone’s attention. “Places!”

---

Geralt races up the stairs, trying to keep the long sleeves of his black mesh shirt from catching on any of the set pieces. The solid black t-shirt he’s wearing underneath makes his arms and back look bulkier than normal; it’s a visual technique to make him look larger than Jaskier, whose billowing white shirt will hide how wide his shoulders actually are. Fuck, those are some nice shoulders. And the smattering of dark chest hair that peeks from the front of the college student’s shirt? Geralt wants to bury his face in it.

Okay, focus. 

He reaches the top of the set and rushes towards Jaskier, ripping the ropes from around his torso and pulling him close. He cups the back of Jaskier’s head with his upstage hand, framing the slightly smaller man for the camera and making him seem even shorter, another trick of angles and body posturing. Geralt plays Jaskier like an instrument, bending him back by placing his downstage arm around Jaskier’s waist, pressing their mouths together and holding them still for as long as it takes the director to yell, “Cut!” with a satisfied tone of voice. 

Geralt’s suspicions are confirmed when Pierre laughs and claps some more and cries, “Print it, lads! That was a one-take wonder!”

He tries to ignore the way Jaskier’s shoulders slump as if disappointed. “Good job,” he manages to say.

“You, too.” Geralt wishes he could keep a picture of Jaskier smiling in his back pocket forever. No other sight could light up the world so effortlessly. “Thanks for being gentle.”

“I’m trying to sweep you off your feet,” the singer shrugs. Jaskier wiggles his eyebrows and follows Geralt down the narrow set stairs.

“Are you, really?”

“Is it working?” Geralt asks, turning to look up at Jaskier. The student pauses to look at him and his foot catches on an uneven board. He topples forward with a short cry of surprise and seems surprised when Geralt reaches out to catch him. “Jaskier!”

“Oh my god!” Lambert races over, Aiden hot on his heels. “Are you okay, dude?”

“I’m fine,”  Jaskier laughs, a little breathless. “Just a little shocked.”

“You should take him to get a snack or something,” Eskel says, nudging his shoulder against Geralt’s. “He’s been busy all day and hasn’t even been to craft services.”

“You haven’t eaten?” Geralt asks, honestly baffled. Jaskier shakes his head, face heating once again. He wishes he could stop blushing, but Geralt’s presence seems to make it impossible. He wraps one arm around the younger man’s temptingly slender waist and leads him towards the food carts. He shoves a couple of sandwiches and a bottle of punch into Jaskier’s hands, not giving him a chance to argue. “Here, I’ll have something, too.”

“Thanks,” Jaskier smiles, understanding that he is, in turn, being understood. They sit comfortable folding chairs off to the side, food spread across their laps. Jaskier laughs and chats around his mouthfuls, pulling things from Geralt like his favorite color and his least favorite nicknames. Songs he liked and dances he disliked. 

“You made it fun again, today,” the singer smiles. “Thank you for that. I wish you could be here for every video shoot.”

“Looking for another member of the band?” Jaskier jokes, doing some half-hearted jazz hands. Geralt shakes his head and laughs. 

“I wish we were,” he sighs. “But I guess five is the magic number.”

“Makes the dances look cooler,” Jaskier nods. “I agree with whoever made that decision. I wouldn’t dare ruin the aesthetic.”

Geralt laughs again and Vesemir turns to look, honestly shocked at the volume of the sound. 

“Plus, you can’t be the frontman if there’s no front.”

“Shut up,” Geralt chuckles, still grinning broadly. 

Vesemir makes a phone call.

---

2 Weeks Later, Backstage in Kaedwen

---

“He’s been sulking like this ever since Jaskier went back to Oxenfurt,” Lambert whines. “C’mon Vesemir, do something.”

“What do you want me to do, make Geralt’s boyfriend appear out of thin air?”

“Not my boyfriend,” Geralt growls, stomping past his bandmates and manager. He can’t help but feel grumpy. Jaskier had been like the sun, bringing light and wonder to everything he touched, and without that joy around it doesn’t seem worth the extra effort to smile. So he’s been moping. 

“Fucking hell,” Vesemir sighs. “Thank goodness I thought ahead.”

“What do you mean?” Eskel asks, joining the little group in the hallway outside the dressing room. “What did you think of?”

“Three,” Vesemir smiles, glancing at his watch. “Two… One…”

“Boooooys,” echoes a high tenor. “Where’s my welcome wagon, Vesemir?”

“Jaskier!” Aiden practically screams, leaping out of the dressing room and flying down the hall. Lambert follows at a sprint and Vesemir hears the resounding oof oh fuck of both giddy musicians hitting their mark. 

Geralt comes back down the hall at a jog, eyes searching frantically. “I thought I heard-”

“Geralt!”

Vesemir’s heart clenches in his chest at the way Geralt’s face lights up. At the end of the hallway, surrounded by spilled luggage and apologetic boyband members, is Jaskier. Geralt floats to him, it seems, like he’s dreaming the whole thing. Jaskier takes his hands and then releases them and wraps his arms low around Geralt’s hips instead. 

“I missed you the most,” he whispers, just for Geralt to hear. “Couldn’t sleep without listening to your CD. I know it’s silly but I really like you.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt whispers reverently into his shaggy brown hair. “What are you doing here?”

“I was going to do my thesis on pop culture’s relation to music history,” he says. “And then the manager of TW5 called Oxenfurt and offered me the opportunity to do some… first hand research while I worked on finishing the paper.”

“R-Really? You’re going to be here… every day?”

“Do you… do you not want me he-”

Geralt kisses him before he can even finish the question. It’s a stupid question anyway, of course Geralt wants him here. Wants him right here, kissing him silly. The singer presses his lips desperately, crushingly against Jaskier’s; he never wants to part from this man again. He never wants to be without that glorious laughter and contagious liveliness. Who knew that life could be so full of delight and happiness if he only let it? 

He kisses Jaskier for all he’s worth and more, pouring his heart and soul into it. When they pull apart, both gasping for air, Geralt asks, “Stay with me, Jaskier? You don’t have to do anything I just-”

“I’d love to be the big spoon,” Jaskier winks, whispering again. “Thank you, Geralt, for the rescue.”

[sxfwap]

Home (pt. 2)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Female Reader

Summary: Wanda finally confronts you with the help of her twin brother, Pietro.

Word count: 1.328

Warnings: none. Again, pure fluff.

Part 1

As some time passed, your relationship with Wanda definitely changed. She just couldn’t deny her attraction to you anymore.

Eventually, her twin brother, Pietro, started to suspect about something going on between you two. He also noticed that the way you acted towards each other was different.

It first started in the dining room, when you were all eating. He occasionally found Wanda eyeing you and exchanging smiles with you. He didn’t think nothing at first, until he realized you both were searching for the others attention almost every time you were all there.

Then in the training room. You used to train along the twins, until Nat started to notice you were distracted by something (or rather someone).

But even when you trained in a different schedule, Wanda would still go to annoy watch you from one of the balconies. She would often use her magic to catch your attention. Although she tried her best to be discreet, Nat noticed but never said anything.

And lastly, when you two were simply together.

When Wanda would be bothered by something, she would always call for your help, which was basically hugs and cuddles.

He knew something was up with both of you, hence; he could sense the tension and nervousness coming from the two of you, so he decided to play cupid and help a little bit.

He made his way to Wanda’s bedroom. “Privet sestra (hello sister),” Pietro said opening the door. “You good?” He asked leaning on the doorframe.

Wanda was sat in her bed, her back on the headboard with a book in her hands. As soon as she saw her brother she smiled. “Yeah, I’m just a few pages from finishing it.” She said referring to her book.

“I see.” He said closing the door, and walking closer to his sister. “Why don’t you finish– or better said– resolve something else.” He said in a whisper.

Wanda looked confused for a moment, not knowing what he meant. “Resolve what?” She replied, also in a whisper.

“Whatever you have going on with Y/n perhaps?” He asked teasingly. Wanda immediately blushed, but tried to cover it by looking away.

Pietro laughed loudly. “Aha! Look at you, she isn’t even in the room and you became a mess already.” He said trying to calm himself. Wanda threw one of her pillows to his face.

“It’s okay though, she does the same. Whenever I ask for her to make a move on you she becomes a stuttering mess.”

“Really?” She asked. A small sensation of hope rising within her. Although now that his brother mentioned it, she noticed that when you and Pietro were talking in her presence, you always seemed nervous.

“Of course idiot! My God, you both really are oblivious. I expected more from you, you know?” He teased. Wanda’s hand began to glow with her red magic and with it, she grabbed another pillow, ready to throw it again on his brother.

“Okay, okay, no need for that again.” He chuckled. “Now, I have the perfect plan for you to ask her out.”

–

The plan indeed wasn’t perfect. At least on Wanda’s opinion. But who could blame her? She wasn’t always a flirt like her brother, and the new feelings she’s been experiencing for you were new too.

Wanda was walking down the hall until she reached the living room. Her hands were fidgeting with each other trying to calm her nerves.

And there you were. Laying on the ‘L’ sofa, peacefully watching some animal documentary in the T.V.

The brunette would calm herself down whenever she looked at you, because you gave her a lot of comfort. But today it was different. Her nerves were at the top and her mind was overthinking again.

Feeling as if someone was watching you, you lazily moved your head only to catch Wanda’s gaze already on you.

You smiled warmly at her, but stopped the moment you saw her looking down, avoiding your gaze. “Are you okay, Wan? You asked softly.

Wanda sighed, still avoiding your gaze. She moved her hands to her hair and brushed it with her fingers. “Y–yeah, I… I just wanted to see you.” She said finally looking up to your eyes.

“Well, here I am.” You said jokingly, causing the witch to giggle. “Do you want to watch a movie? I was just finishing this thing. Oh! How about Tangled? I know you love it.” You said pointing to her to come closer.

Wanda obeyed and sat next to you. “Actually… there’s something I wanted to tell you first.” She said in a more serious tone.

Now you were sure something was bothering her and you would do whatever you could to make her feel better.

Wanda’s eyes widened a little bit and her cheeks blushed at the unexpected thought coming from your mind. Her heart began to pound faster.

Your hand reached out to hold hers, a worried look on your face. You grabbed Wanda’s hand and gave it a little squeeze. “Wanda?”

Wanda looked at your hands together, the feeling of your touch soothing her nervousness. She then looked at your face.

The worrying look on your face made her realize something.

Green eyes crashed into yours. The look of pure adoration and worry irradiating from your eyes made her think clear. She was new in the whole love aspect, but she wasn’t blind (her romance books helped too). She then risked looking at your lips.

Suddenly she stopped thinking. She stopped waisting her time and moved forward. She closed her eyes just as her lips touched yours softly. She’s kissing you. She’s kissing you. Your mind went blank. The woman you’re in love with was kissing you.

As soon as Wanda’s lips left yours, she stepped back a little. Because of your lack of response, she thought the worst.

She looked scared and more anxious than before. “I–I’m SO sorry, I– uhm, Y/n, please don’t hate–“

But you didn’t let her finish. You grabbed her face with both of your hands and closed your eyes as you pushed her forward again, your lips meeting hers halfway.

Her lips were soft, just as they looked. Wanda closed her eyes too, a little startled for your sudden move. She softly put her hands on your waist making you closer to her.

Butterflies were erupting from your stomach as Wanda broke the kiss when air was needed. Her lips were swollen slightly just like yours, and a pink shade covered her cheeks.

When you both opened your eyes, you laughed. Never taking both your hands away from the position they were in.

“So this was what you were going to tell me?” You asked breathlessly, the smile on your face growing when she nodded.

“Yes, oh my God I did it– wait you did it too!” She replied, grinning. “You– you kissed me too!” She giggled. The sound making you even happier.

“Yeah! I did!” You said with the same amount of happiness. “I– I didn’t think you’d like me in that way.” You confessed looking deep into her eyes.

Her hands squeezed your waist slightly, her eyes full of affection. “How could I not? You’ve been nothing but kind and patient with me, and God you’re beautiful.”

You giggled at her compliment, your cheeks turning red. Not only you got to kiss the most amazing woman on Earth but she called you beautiful.

Suddenly a noise startled the both of you. As you turned around you found Pietro clapping and coming closer. “Although that was not how we planned it, I gotta say you did impress me this time, sestra (sister).”

“Wait, speedy helped you?” You asked teasingly pointing between Wanda and Pietro.

Wanda nodded with a big smile.

“Older brother things.” He said winking, making his way to the exit.

Your life was going to be way more interesting now, and even more special with Wanda by your side.

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A/N: Hello guys! Here’s part 2. I hope you all like it! Have a great day/afternoon/night!

[ahsokasleftbicep]

Tech x Mechanic reader part 5

Warnings: None, romantic Tech, Crosshair being supportive, sort of. Crosshair being best wingman.

Notes: PART 5!! This took forever to get out, I am so sorry! I'm very proud of this and I love this man so freaking much, he's perfect.

Taglist: @wille-zarr @discofern @photowizard17 @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @logina6 @franken-fan @subbing-for-clones @darkangel4121 @photogirl894

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"Do you plan on burning a hole in the ship?" Crosshair flicks his toothpick to the ground.

Tech glares and continues pacing back and forth. "That wouldn't happen, the durasteel is-."

"Tech!" The man stops "You need to relax, everything will be fine." Crosshair walks over to his brother and rests his hands on Tech's shoulders. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Nothing to worry about?" Tech scoffs, "I have everything to worry about!" The man sighs and grows quiet. "What if I mess it up?"

"You won't, and even if you do, Y/n won't care." Crosshair pushes his brother slightly.

"But-"

"Tech, forget about everything. Statistics, data, probability, all of it. Take a break and enjoy yourselves." Crosshair steps back, turning to go to the cockpit. "We'll hold down the fort till you get back."

Tech nods and takes a deep breath. He walks down the steps and looks at the forests in the distance.

"Tech!" You skip down the steps with a smile. "I'm sorry I took so long, I didn't have a lot of regular clothes." You blushed looking down at your attire, still questioning whether or not it was "date" appropriate.

"You look beautiful." Your head shot up in surprise. Tech was staring at you, a light blush on his cheeks. He wasn't wearing his armor at all, instead wearing a pair of pants and a casual button-up. Instead of his goggles, he wore a pair of round glasses.

"Thank you, Tech. You look very handsome." The man's eyes widen and he blushes more.

"I- Thank you..." The man smiles and holds out his hand. "Shall we?"

You grab his hand and nod. After walking for a while, you clear your throat.

"I didn't know you had glasses... I've never seen them before." You tilt your head and smile a little.

The man blushes and uses his ring finger to push the glasses up. "Ah yes. I bought them a while ago, for going out when we didn't have a mission."

"They look good on you." Tech blushes even more and smiles to himself.

"Thank you." A few beats of silence pass. "Uhm, Y/n. Have you been to Alderaan before?"

You look up at the trees surrounding you and shake your head. "I haven't, but I've heard that it's beautiful."

"It is, not just the planet but the culture as well!" You both come upon an entrance to the capital city. Tech smiles at you and pauses walking. "Would you mind closing your eyes?"

You quirk your brow at the man, "What do you have planned, my dear pilot?" You blush at your own words but calm down at Tech's expression.

He is smirking at you and he squeezes your hand. "That is for you to find out, my darling mechanic." You close your eyes and Tech moves behind you. He places his free hand on your lower back and gently walks you forward. "Do not open them until I say, alright?"

You release a shaky breath and nod. His hand felt red hot through your shirt and his breath occasionally blew on your skin. Around you, there was music and chatter. There were salesmen making deals, children giggling, and drunken laughter. Tech squeezed your hand and you stopped.

"Open your eyes, sarad." Your cheeks grew pink at Tech's words. Your eyes fluttered open and you gasped. Limber vines with purple flowers wove around marketplace booths. The sunset cast a pinkish light across the stone pathways. There were sparklers and performers moving amongst the crowd. You couldn't focus on one thing, your eyes taking in everything.

Tech still held your hand, now next to you. The light made you glow and your smile, and your eyes. He couldn't stop looking at you. Did you like it? Oh dear, why did I call her that?

"Tech, this is beautiful..." You turned to him with a smile and his heart skipped.

"I-I'm glad you like it, Y/n. This is Alderaan's Wisteria Festival, it happens every year. Although I have never attended beforehand, so I'm approaching this slightly unprepared." Tech blushes and turns his head away from you.

"That makes it all the more memorable, don't you think?" He turns his head back with wide eyes. "And we're not alone, we have each other!"

Tech smiles and gestures towards the festival. "Would you like to take the lead?"

"Are you sure?" You furrow your brows, "I'm afraid I'll drag you around. It's difficult to focus on one thing."

Tech holds out an arm, "If I wasn't sure, I would let you know."

You loop your arm through his, keeping your other hand on his bicep. You set off into the crowd, Tech close by.

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"So, does the wisteria have a significance?" You leaned your elbow on the table, resting your head on your palm. Tech had found a small cafe to eat at, noticing your intrigue with the different foods being sold.

Without realizing it, Tech had zoned out and almost didn't catch your question.

"Tech? Are you alright?" The man jumped and cleared his throat.

"Ah, yes. Well, in general, wisteria means a lot of things. Beauty, endurance, and fertility. It's quite fitting for Alderaan, with their general pacifist beliefs." Tech gestures with his hands, growing more excited. You hung on to every word, finding his growing enthusiasm rather attractive.

"It also-" Tech is distracted by a violin playing in the square. You look up and notice a few other people with various instruments joining in. Tech glances at you and squeezed his hand, thinking. People began dancing to the tune, forming a circle.

Tech stands and holds his hand to you. "Would you like to dance, Y/n?" You take his hand, your lips coming close to his ear.

"I'm not very good at dancing, I don't want to embarrass you." You looked at your feet but Tech lifted your head.

"You could never embarrass me, Y/n." Tech pulls you gently into the crowd. He holds your hand loosely, giving you the option to pull away. "Just follow what everyone else is doing." He gives you a small smile.

You both start moving, the song picks up some speed. All of sudden you switched partners, throwing you both off for a moment. Tech shrugs with a smile. You relax a bit and continue switching partners. You almost rejoin Tech, your fingertips brushing before being separated once again.

The music plays faster and you spin around. The song abruptly ends and look to your partner. A smile grows on your face when you are nose to nose with Tech. You are both breathing heavily, your chests touching. His hand is gripping your waist, yours on his shoulder. Your eyes don't move from his, frozen from your proximity.

"Y/n..." Tech brushes his nose against yours. He glances at your lips before looking into your eyes.

"Tech..." You move your hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck. You close your eyes and soon you feel warm lips on your own. Tech holds your face with both of his hands. You pull away for air, your face feels like it's on fire. Tech's face is a light shade of pink, still holding your face.

There is a beat of silence before both of you break down into chuckles, pressing your foreheads together.

You brush your fingers at the nape of his neck. "Can we do that again?"

Tech lifted your head with a smile, "Ner Sarad, I will gladly do that again for the rest of my life."

"Will you ever tell me what that means?" You tilt your head.

"I could... But it's much more fun if I don't." Tech leans down and kisses you again. Music starts again, and Tech smiles. "Shall we?" His hand moves towards your hip, pulling you closer.

"Absolutely." You grin. The dance begins again and carries on into the early morning.

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Crosshair stretched as he walked from the refresher to the cockpit. He paused and smirked at the sight.

Tech was fast asleep on his bunk... With you lying on top of him. You were both still dressed in your date clothes, not bothering to change. Tech's arm held you tight, legs tangled with yours. One of your hands was in his hair, your face buried in his neck.

Crosshair rolled his eyes before carrying on to the cockpit. Took him long enough.

[paulbunyanstatue]

The warm sun poured across his bare arms as Tim stood before the manor’s duck pond. The birds had taken a recess, and in their leave of absence, Tim wished to capture the gorgeous image before him. Soft lily pads floated in the crystal water, a green that stood in contrast of the light pink reflected in the pond. A tall cherry blossom tree was rooted next to the water, branches hanging over the pads and creating a shadowy home for the fish that lived underneath the surface. The tree was in bloom this month, and Tim waited all week for a partially sunny day to come out and capture the vision. A petal tore from the branch and floated down to the water below, and Tim quickly brought the camera to his eye to snap the shot. His camera shuttered in effort and he stopped after the petal sunk below the surface.

He sat down on the grass and crossed his legs underneath him, hiding the screen from the sun with his hand while he peered at his work. He was so enthralled by the images and his ideas for further ones that he did not hear the footsteps that approached.

“Timbers, I need your help with something. I am working this case with Kor and Roy, and there seems to be contradictory evidence. But I think that-" Jason realized Tim’s gaze hadn’t left the camera screen, and he knew Tim wasn’t listening yet. “What are you doing out here?”

“Taking pictures,” Tim muttered without looking up at him.

“No shit.” Tim could practically hear the eye roll in his brother’s response, but he didn’t care. He had a vision now and he needed to plan out how he could capture the reflection of the cherry blossoms in the pond without having to climb the large tree and spoiling the photograph. “You aren’t snapping many pictures. Forget how to use the camera?” Jason continued after a small pause, followed by a snicker. Tim huffed but finally looked up toward his visitor.

“I’m trying to take a picture from high above.”

“You can't really do that while sitting down." Tim scoffed, and Jason continued. "You know there’s a tree directly beside you, right?”

Tim nodded with a scrunched nose. “Obviously, Jay.”

“And they call you brilliant. So climb the tree.”

“I can’t climb the tree. If I climb onto that branch there, the only one that would be beneficial to the shot, then my shadow would be cast over the grass here at the edge and my reflection will be seen in the water.”

“That sounds like a good thing. You are the photographer after all. So just flash those pearly whites and-"

“It doesn’t work like that. I can’t be in it.”

“What does it matter if you are in the picture?”

“It just does,” Tim answered as he stood up, clearly offended. He knew Jason didn’t fool around with pictures, even with his phone’s camera save a few of him and his outlaw buddies. “Being in this shot isn’t like signing your name to the bottom of a painting. And it needs to be perfect because the blossoms are perfect and the water is clear and the stones at the bottom of the lake are reflecting the sun. The lily pads are almost golden right now too, and the ducks are finally gone. It has to be perfect.”

Jason listened patiently, eyebrows drawing together slowly with something akin to concern. If he were being honest with himself, he would admit he was concerned for his brother.

“Too bad you aren’t taller,” Jason taunted smoothly after a quiet beat. He wore a wide grin that stretched across his cheeks, but Tim just grunted and looked back out at the water. He wondered if he should risk running back to the manor to grab a step-stool, or maybe even a ladder. But during that time, the ducks could return. He bit at the inside of his cheek.

Jason sighed.

“Alright, come on,” he ordered, beckoning Tim toward him with a wave of his hand. Tim’s feet didn't move and he met Jason’s eyes with a gaze deeply confused and mildly suspicious.

“Why?” He asked, eyes narrowed and protectively clutching his camera tighter to his chest.

“I’m going to lift you on my shoulders so you can get your stupid picture. Come on before I decide to push you in the water instead.”

“Oh,” Tim glanced back at the pond. He really did want that picture and it had been a long time since Jason wanted to murder Tim. The worst that could happen was that Jason would drop him back to the ground. Or throw him in the pond. At that last thought, Tim pulled his phone from his pocket and placed it on the ground where a tree root tangled furiously into the ground. Then he approached Jason.

Jason ducked and threaded his head between Tim legs, lifting Tim on his shoulders with surprising ease.

“Is this-uhm-is this okay?”

“Yes, it’s fine. Where do you need me?”

Tim awkwardly pat the top of the curly darkened hair in front of him. “Thank you, Jay.”

Jason grunted in response, and Tim directed him on where to stand. Tim leaned forward, his elbows digging into his own knees, and his stomach pressing against the back of Jason’s head. He looked through the camera’s screen and couldn’t help but to grin. The angle was perfect, and the picture was exactly what he was hoping for. After several shuttering clicks that sounded soothing accompanying the chirping birds and chattering bugs, Tim found himself quietly laughing through his nose. He lowered the camera down in front of Jason’s face and offered him a view of the scene.

“Remember this is before light adjustments and editing, but there’s the picture you helped me get.”

Jason was quiet for several seconds and Tim began to feel silly. His cheeks flushed and he dreaded to realize he just assumed Jason actually gave a shit about his childish hobby. He lifted the camera back up to his own eye and took more pictures in an attempt to erase the silence that steadily fed his anxiety. He captured the pond, the grass, and a yellow bird that landed on a shimmering stone.

Finally, Jason stated plainly, “Your picture looks very nice, Timbers.”

Tim paused, his finger frozen on the button. “Thank you. I can make you a copy of you want.” He wanted to pinch himself as the words left his mouth, because why would he have asked-

“Yes.”

Tim’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really?”

“Really. Just because I come from a Dickensian part of town doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate good art. Alright, shutter bug.” Jason tightened his hands around Tim’s calves resulting in an anxious grunt from the carried. “Time for a dip.”

“Jason!” Tim yelped and forcefully gripped a fist through Jason’s hair. “Please tell me you are just jok-"

“I am. You know, the rose bushes by that gazebo on the south side of the property are in bloom right now. I think those would make a good picture.” Jason reached back behind his head and gripped Tim by his sides, lifting him over his head and returning the kid to his own feet.

Tim grinned widely now. “Let’s go.”

They spent the next hour outside. Jason pointed out things that he thought looked interesting, and Tim snapped pictures of them before showing Jason the outcome. They found a tranquil stream a mile from the pond, where Tim captured the way the water rippled along the mossy-covered rocks. They found a squirrel perched on a branch a few feet away, and Jason whistled softly so the squirrel looked at Tim for the picture he took. A large fluttering butterfly hovered above a dandelion, and Tim laid on the ground for the shot.

When Jason's phone chimed, Tim sat up and turned to him with wide eyes. "You came out here asking for something. What did you need?"

Jason leveled him with a calculative gaze, as though he were reading Tim before answering. "Right now, I need food. Let's head back to the manor." He ticked his head and they walked together in comfortable silence. Tim flipped through the pictures on his camera and Jason scrolled through his phone. When they reached the manor's front door, Jason threw it open and fished a folder from his backpack discarded by the entrance before nodding his head to Tim in the direction of the kitchen. Tim followed wordlessly, taking a seat at the kitchen island and watching with interest as Jason stood across from him and tossed the folder onto the table in front of Tim. Jason finally declared, "I will make us lunch. Would you take a look at that for me?"

Tim chewed on his thumbnail as he studied the information before him, and Jason pulled ingredients from the refrigerator and heated a pan on the stove. Tim did not know how much time had passed but he discovered the reason for the snag in the case, as well as came up with three strategical maneuvers that Jason and his team could pull during their next raid as Jason plated the crêpes. Tim's attention snapped back when Jason slid a plate in front of him. Tim stared at the food with surprised longing, since he was too enthralled in the case to actually smell the cinnamon and orange that swirled around him. Though now that he did, his stomach ached with hunger and his mouth watered. He figured he probably forgot to eat that morning... and the evening before. Chocolate, whipped cream, and orange zest topped the folded treat and Jason handed him a fork.

"Orange filling," Jason informed him, already tearing into his own food. "Eat it while it is warm."

Tim pulled his plate closer and took a bite. As the warm, fluffy pancake touched his tongue, followed by the burst of orange cream, he couldn't help but to gasp alongside his widening eyes. Jason smirked and lowered his head at the sincere reaction with color akin to a blush shading his cheeks.

"These are amazing!" Tim shoveled more into his mouth, and even considered how he would look if he licked the plate in front of Jason when he finished. As he cleared the last bite from his fork, he gaze rose to his brother's plate pathetically. Jason noticed and relented with a sigh. He pushed his own plate nearer to Tim and invited him to finish it off while he made more for them. Tim politely asked if Jason was sure, and when he received a confirmation, he quickly finished the food.

"Strawberry or apple this time?"

"You can make these with apple?" Tim jumped out of his seat and approached Jason at the stove. His brother laughed and considered that answer enough to snatch a ripened red apple from the bin by the refrigerator. "How did you learn to cook like this?"

"Alfred taught me," Jason responded, lighting the stove once more and adding butter to the pan. He washed the apple he held and began to cut away the peel, handing the pieces to Tim to snack on. "As you probably already assumed, I did not grow up receiving cooking lessons from my parents. The only tip I got in the kitchen was how fast I needed to get a beer for my dad before he got pissed and came after me with his belt." Tim became uncomfortable and shuffled at that, wringing his fingers anxiously. "It's okay, Timburrito," Jason said softly when he noticed the sudden wave of uneasiness. "That man is dead, and I know how to cook now. Besides, from what Brucie has told me, you had a shitty sperm-donor yourself."

Tim rolled his eyes and turned away, crossing his arms. "Brucie needs to mind his own business. I grew up in privileged circumstances, and it was fine." Jason leveled him with a raised eyebrow, and Tim rolled his eyes again. "I was lucky. You do not need to compare us to lessen the tragedy of your own traumas."

"Bruce is your guardian now. Even more so, he is your dad. If he minded his own business, Alfred would call child services on his ass." Jason dug his elbow into Tim's side, eliciting a reluctant giggle. "Look, you are obviously a good kid. I mean, you forgave me for what I did."

"You couldn't help that," Tim interjected with a frown.

"My point stands," Jason continued. "You are a good kid, and I know you work hard to see the best in people. But your parents left you alone far too often, and that isn't right. You and I, we did not grow up in the healthiest households."

"Your father was an abusive man, and he hurt you. We did not grow up the same."

"Yours did not have the touch of an angel, kid. According to the Dickhead himself, you used to show up here for patrol with a few extra lickings that didn't happen courtesy of some goon on the street."

Tim wrinkled his nose and opened his mouth to snap back, but he closed it again when he realized he had nothing to say. How could he deny something that Dick had no reason to lie about. Jason was right, his father was not a good parent. Tim often wondered if he was even a good person. He watched the butter in the pan come to life, sizzling and bubbling up. The smell wafted around him, but this time it felt suffocating, and it caused turmoil deep in his stomach. "Our fathers sucked."

"They were monsters. And yet, here we are," Jason nodded slowly, waving his knife around the kitchen as though this room alone supported his point. His eyes landed on Tim and he grinned. "Dick told me you accidentally called Bruce 'dad' the other day." Tim's cheeks turned dark red and his eyes widened. "I bet the old man loved that."

Tim shrugged with one shoulder, and turned away. "Dick is far too loud for his own good. It was an accident, and I think I was a few quarts of blood low when it happened." He paused for a moment, chewing on another slice of apple peel. "But besides, he sort of is my dad now."

Jason smiled at the kid's response. It was already obvious to him that Bruce was Tim's father, the man adored the genius kid. And Bruce was a wildly significant improvement from the last one Tim had. "You should tell him that, I think he would appreciate hearing it."

Tim snaked his hand in between Jason and the cutting board and snatched a slice of apple, dodging Jason's swat and burying the fruit in his mouth with a sneaky grin. "Jason?" His brother hummed. "Can you teach me how to make these?"

For the first time since knowing Jason Todd, Tim watched as he lit up with excitement. Jason had always loved learning new skills. When Alfred agreed to teach him how to cook fancy foods that differed so drastically from the Top Ramen he grew up microwaving for himself and his mother, his excitement was palpable. He even kept a notebook during his years as Robin. He brought the spiral paper to the kitchen counter and recorded the information that was fed to him in that loving environment. Being able to pass this experience to another, especially a member of his growing family, sparked new joy in his chest that traveled up to his cheeks and drew a smile on his face. He nodded, keeping his eyes fixed studiously on the apple. "Yes, I can teach you how to make these. And I can teach you how to cook other foods too. You and Bruce grew up too wealthy, you know? Everyone ought to learn how to cook and do their laundry and shit." Tim rolled his eyes again and couldn't help his scoff as he insisted he knew how to do laundry. "This pan is heated enough, we can add the batter now."

"How do you know it is heated enough?"

"Do you see how the butter has browned slightly?" Tim nodded. "And do you smell the cooked butter?" Tim sniffed slowly, and he nodded again. The smell didn't feel so suffocating anymore, in light of their new conversation. "That is how you know. With crêpes, the pancake part has to be very thin. I already made this batter, because you want it to sit for at least an hour, though if it sits overnight, those are the best-tasting crêpes you will ever have in your life." Tim raised his eyebrows because he could not possibly imagine that anything could taste better than the food Jason had just served him. "But I can show you how to do that later. Pour a little bit of batter in this pan, and tilt the pan so that it is evenly spread out." Jason backed away from the counter and watched Tim slowly approach the bowl. He accidentally poured too much batter into the pan, just like Jason had when he first learned how to make crêpes. But, in mimicry of Alfred's own response to him so many years ago, Jason said, "Just a tad thinner for next time, but otherwise, it looks wonderful."

Tim couldn't help but smile with pride.

:) Softer scene from my fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32502511/chapters/80612944#workskin