#we need more sad bo

[the-acid-pear]

Every time I think about Jevil from a more serious standpoint recognizing how sad the shit going on there is I want to rip my head bald.

[finelinevogue]

pretty boy

summary - the team is out for drinks and people can’t stop hitting on your boyfriend

pairing - spencer reid x bau!gf

word count - +1k

“He’s so hot.”

“Ugh that hair!”

“He is so kissable.”

You had only been at the bar for an hour and you���d already hit your limit for the amount of women that have hit on your boyfriend.

The worst thing about it, is that Spencer is so oblivious to it that you feel silly for being even a little bit jealous.

You were currently at the bar ordering some drinks and were listening to a group of girls lust after your boyfriend, who was currently sitting with the rest of the team in a booth.

“I mean seriously… he looks like he’d know how to please a woman.” One of them said.

You gave the girls a brief look to make sure you weren’t making things up in your head and to your dismay they were all looking Spencer’s way. Curse him for sitting at the end of the booth.

You then looked back to Spencer who was listening intensely to something Rossi was saying.

He did look good. Like, really good.

He’d recently had a haircut that made him look that little bit older, whilst also keeping that youth. Hotch had told him he looked like he was part of a boy-band, which in a way he did. The hot one, if he was.

You loved his new hair. It was so fluffy and soft. Perfect to run your hands through.

It just irked you that other people were thinking the same thing. And so openly.

He was even extra handsome tonight with his work clothes on. It was hot so he had taken off his waistcoat, so it was just his shirt - which he had rolled the sleeves up on - his loose tie and his fitted trousers.

“I’m going to go talk to him.” One of them said, making you tense up.

You wished the bartender would hurry up so you could go back and sit next to Spencer already. You trust Spencer more than anything - but it was these girls you didn’t trust.

“Oh my God. Never mind. He’s coming over here. How’s my hair?”

You thanked the bartender as he placed the drinks on a circular tray in front of you.

The girls were all nervously excited next to you.

Until they weren’t.

Because you felt Spencer slide up behind you, resting one of his hands at the bottom of your spine and the other placed on the bar edge.

“You okay?” He asked, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as you swayed your body into his.

Spencer was standing perpendicular to you so it gave you the opportunity to rest the side of your head on his chest. It allowed you to just breathe him in as if it were just you and him in the room.

You nodded slowly, not really knowing how else to answer.

“Need help with these?” He asked, tapping the tray.

“Please.”

“M’kay. I’ll get these. You grab some straws.”

You were sad when his hand left your back to reach for the tray of drinks. You also really wanted to take Spencer away from these girls though.

Before you could both go back, one of the girls touched Spencer on his forearm and questioned him.

“Excuse me, are you two together?” She asked, only looking at Spencer for the answer. It was almost as if you were invisible.

“Uh, yeah. We are.” Spencer gave a polite smile.

“Oh.” She said, surprised.

Spencer didn’t respond and neither did you. He just smiled before nudging you to keep walking.

Once you were out of their earshot he asked, “That was weird right?”

“Yeah.” It was your turn to give him a small smile this time, keeping your head down as you returned to the booth.

<.><.><.>

The atmosphere had changed.

You had felt good at the start of the night - an hour ago - but now everything felt a little different.

It no doubt had everything to do with the girls that had been surprised that Spencer was dating you. Also it didn’t help that Spencer still looked great and was gaining more and more hungry eyes.

You sipped your drink even though you weren’t interested in having a good time any more. You wanted to be alert in case you needed to be for Spencer’s sake.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Spencer said.

He was still sat on the end of the booth, but he had one arm tucker over the back of the booth and down around your shoulder to keep you pressed close to him. For someone who was okay with not fully understanding social interactions, he had always done a perfect job of being with you.

The rest of the team were talking and laughing over drinks.

“It’s okay.” You shook your head.

“It’s not if it’s bothering you.” Spencer argued.

“It’s silly.”

You looked from the team to the rest of the bar where people were still looking Spencer’s way.

Damn, why did he have to be so attractive?

You weren’t sure how to approach the subject with Spencer though. He was too sweet to take his gaze off you for even a second to notice how many gazes were on him. It wasn’t even a him problem. Good for him for looking so pretty, but it was just difficult trying to be okay with the extra attention that him being pretty came with.

It sounded so stupid and it didn’t even make sense to you, so it was impossible trying to think of how to bring it up to Spencer.

“Is it the case?” Spencer asked.

You sighed, “No.”

“Did I do something? I feel like that’s quite likely.”

You shook your head, feeling yourself getting worked up about this.

Spencer’s arm pulled you further into his body and his other arm detached from his drink so he could rest his palm on your thigh.

“I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

“You’re not ruining my night. I just don’t like seeing you upset.”

“I know.”

“Well, you tell me when you want to leave and we’ll go okay?”

“Okay.”

<.><.><.>

Spencer was brushing his teeth when you blurted out those three words.

“Sorry if I was weird tonight.” You apologised, finishing off your nighttime routine in Spencer’s apartment.

He mumbled something along the lines of ‘it doesn’t matter’, but it was hard to tell when he had a mouth full of toothpaste.

Your chest heaved heavy breaths as you watched him with adoration.

He looked so soft and homely standing in his bathroom, brushing his teeth in his pyjamas with you. He was just so damn perfect and it was because of that that you had to tell him.

“It was your hair!” You blurted out before you could control yourself.

“Huh?” He questioned with a mouthful of toothpaste still. He took a brief glance to the mirror to check his hair before turning back to you.

“Your hair! I think it’s made you really hot. N-not that you weren’t hot before Spence but- oh my god, what am I saying?” You let out a shaky breath before continuing, “I was jealous okay? Really jealous because everyone at that bar was staring at you like they wanted you and I-I know you and me are— and you would never— and I — but I just…

Spencer spat out his toothpaste.

“Y/N…”

“I couldn’t stop thinking that like you’re mine and what right did they have to chat you up, let alone look at you that way? I mean—.”

“Babe…”

“I love you, okay?!” You proclaimed. You stood there in shock for a moment, not knowing where to take this now that you’d announced that.

“Y/N…”

“I do.” You nodded rapidly, “I do, I really do love you a-and I think it really hit me tonight when I saw you being loved on by all those other women.”

Spencer dropped his toothbrush and took a step towards you.

“All of that tonight was because you love me?” He questioned, trying to wrap his head around this.

“I think so, yeah.”

You pulled the sleeves of your jumper down over your hands as something to fidget with. You were growing nervous now for Spencer to say something.

“Well that makes sense.” He nodded, “I.. I think that means I love you too.”

“Really?” You asked, eyes wide as you watched him figure things out for himself.

“Yeah. I mean… I was frustrated as you sounded at all those men looking at you all night. It was driving me crazy.”

“People looking at me?” You frowned.

“You were the prettiest person in the room.”

“Spence…” You pouted, feeling your eyes tear with happy emotions.

You can’t believe that he had been feeling the exact same as you all this time. All it would have taken was a conversation earlier to talk things through and you both wouldn’t have been feeling so vulnerable.

“I love you, Y/N, even though I’m telling you in the most un-romantic setting.”

“You’re wrong. This is like the most romantic it could be for me.” You smiled and looped your arms around his neck. You felt his come around your waist.

“This?”

“Yeah. You, me and a little bit of toothpaste. That’s all I need to know that I love you.”

“And my hair.”

“Huh?”

“I distinctly remember you talking about how hot my hair was before…” He chuckled and you thumped your forehead down on his chest to escape the embarrassment.

“Stop.”

“No, never. Just like I’m never getting another haircut.”

You lifted your head at that, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him with heart eyes.

“I could live with that.” You smiled.

Spencer stayed looking at you for a few moments.

You could tell he was taking a minute to process everything as well as continue to study every little feature on your face. You prompted him to say something when he stared a little too long though.

“Just like seeing you smile. That’s all.” He said.

It was as simple as that.

You both loved each other. You both loved seeing each other smile. To keep that a forever kind of thing you would have to promise communication and accept there’ll be moments of jealousy. Those moments will be made better though when you remind each other that it’s each other you’re going home to.

[angelbarelywritesslashers]

♡ slashers scenarios | first meeting

info;

♡ fandoms; The Boy, House of Wax, Halloween, Hannibal, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, slashers (general), DBD

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Vincent Sinclair, Micheal Myers, Hannibal Lecter, Thomas Hewitt

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; mentions of blood/violence

The most random array of characters. All 5 are my bfs tho. Also this is written very very informally because it was originally just for myself lol.

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Brahms Heelshire//

> approximateplotofthe movie. jpeg

> honestly you mind your own business once you realize it’s a doll but assume there’s cameras so mostly behave

> you find yourself naturally coddling his doll like a real child when you’re bored, speaking to him constantly

> even though you’re not doing much to upset him, weird things do start happening around the house

> he mostly wants attention

> you leave a note one day

> “dear brahm’s ghost; i’m sorry if i’m not doing a good job as a nanny. i’m really trying my best. I hope we can be friends”

> he scribbles a smiley face on it and you’re a little freaked out / excited

> when he finally shows himself you’re really stunned. but it makes more sense than a genuine ghost

> you’re in such shock that you just. keep going with the evening and make dinner.

> but even once you come to your senses, you end up more sad than scared

> “…they left you all alone. I’m so sorry.”

> he gives you puppy eyes

> “…I won’t do that to you. I promise. I’m staying.”

> he’s even more in love with you than he first thought. even if you’re going to make him shower six times before bed.

> to his chagrin you don’t help him bathe

> but you do kiss him goodnight

Vincent Sinclair//

> bo brings you to him

> at first he’s making some big deal, “special delivery” and all that

> you’re cute

> really cute

> and bo clearly knew you’re the kind of person vincent would like

> but he’s still got a job to do

> damn it

> “h-hey- wait- i can help you—?”

> that makes him hesitate

> “i’m an artist too. i can help with the sculptures. “

> …

>“i’ll be good. promise.”

> he didn’t need much more convincing than that

> bo is surprised he kept you but makes damn sure you’re not escaping

> but you don’t even try because you just feel so deeply for vincent, and he’s so gentle

> you weren’t lying about being an artist so you’re genuinely helpful

> he falls madly in love when you help him resculpt his mask

Micheal Myers //

> Meet because you wrote letters to him

> Not to interview him or as an obsessive fan

> At first out of curiosity, then as a sort of way to vent, because he never responds

> But as it turns out your letters are the only ones he keeps or even opens at this point

> So his psychologist wants you to meet him to see if you can get him to open up- of course there’s a cash incentive

> He doesn’t say a word from the other side of the glass.

> Obviously.

> But you treat it like a normal visit to a friend and just chat mindlessly a while

> And you’re so much tinier and cuter in person

> He wants to stab you so much

> But realizes that if he killed you, he might miss you

> Ew that’s a scary thought

> Still wants to make you scream tho uwu

> He escapes

> Because he’s Micheal Myers that’s what he does

> After his spree he finds himself in your house, bloodsoaked and honestly not all that sure what he’ll do when he sees you

> You don’t even scream, just give a tiny ‘eep’

> “…Micheal?”

> He regrips his knife so he can get it over with. You’ll just tattle

> “Oh gosh- you’re soaked from the rain. And all that blood-let’s get you a shower? I can get you some fresh clothes too,”

> He’s staring down at you in disbelief

> “…what? You thought I’d try and call the cops? I like talking to you.”

> There’s something very wrong with you

> It’s kind of hot

> He puts him knife away and follows you

Hannibal Lecter//

> you’re his patient lol

> at first he doesn’t have much interest in you outside of work

> but god, you’d be such a perfect subject to manipulate with that little authority figure problem you have

> and even though you’re young

> you do recognize some of the finer things in life

> mostly his artwork and cooking. you’re really good at inadvertently stroking his ego

> he starts diving into darker subjects in therapy

> you’re a bit of a morbid person under the sunshine-y exterior

> perfect

> he’s still chipping away at something big you’re keeping from him

> he could do some digging online and through your files but where’s the fun in that

> he gets you tipsy and then starts with the psycho babble

> you finally crack

> you killed some guy that was stalking you years ago

> god that’s hot

> you liked it, at least a little bit

> even hotter

> you licked the blood off your hands and it tasted good

> he’s in love ; good luck leaving

Thomas Hewitt //

> car trouble! it’s always car trouble

> honestly when you rock up to the gas station alone Luda Mae is thinking that it’s a shame the fridge at home is already full

> but you’re the sweetest little customer

> “your name is really pretty ma’am. ever since i was little i decided if i had a daughter, her name would be Audrey Mae”

> new plan, she’s playing matchmaker

> there’s just something about you that’s so gentle

> and mildly off-putting, like the rest of the family

> she brings you out to the farm to see if they have the car parts you need

> and to stay the night, if you really need to

> you run smack dab into Thomas in his old half mask walking in- even Luda expects you to recoil at the least

> instead you turn a bit pink

> “oh gosh- I’m so so sorry sir-“

> Thomas stares at you

> You just shyly introduce yourself, talking enough for both of you

> Luda Mae is already planning the wedding

> “That’s my youngest Tommy- why don’t you show em around? Alright baby?”

> Thomas is a bit hesitant but you’re so little and cute and smell so good—

> He’s already obsessed oops

[tommorowonlymaybe]

Interrupted make-out

(When ur kiss with them turns into a full-blown make-out until someone walks in) (Romantic, gn reader)

It was accidental kiss. But then, one second you’re just catching your breath — next, you’re pressed up against a wall or couch or the floor, and their hands are everywhere but respectful. And of course… someone always walks in.

Leonardo

The kiss deepens. It’s slow, burning, as if he was waiting too long for the perfect moment. The embers of a fire that’s been waiting forever to ignite. You’re gripping the edge of his plastron, pulling him closer. He’s got one hand on your waist, the other trembling on your cheek

And then — boom.

“…Leonardo.”

He freezes. Back stiff. Lips still ghosting over yours. You slowly look past his shoulder—

Splinter is standing in the doorway. Dead silent.

Leo practically teleports away from you.

“SENSEI—! I—I was just—”

“Yes. I saw.”

“It wasn’t— I mean, it was, but not—!”

Splinter sips his tea.

“Train harder. You’ll need more focus next time.”

And walks away.

You snort. Leo dies inside, not being able to look at you this time

Raphael

It’s intense. Hot. He’s got you against a wall, your hands tangled around his neck, his grip rough on your waist. He’s kissing you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance. You can’t breathe — and you don’t want to.

And then, suddenly

“RAPH—?! What the actual—”

Raph turns his head, lips still slightly on your neck.

“What?! I’m busy!”

“I can see that! In the middle of the dojo?! Really?!”

“You walked in. That’s your fault.”

You hide your face. Donnie flees. Raph just smirks and goes “Now where were we?”

Donatello

It was supposed to be one kiss. Maybe two. Now you’re both sitting on his bed, your legs over his, his bo forgotten on the floor. You’re straddling him, and the way he’s kissing you —careful, desperate, like you might disappear —is enough to melt every inch of you.

Then—

“Dude—WHOA—SORRY—!”

Donnie gasps so hard he headbutts you by accident.

“OW—Donnie!”

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO—WAIT—GET OUT—!”

“I’M ALREADY GONE BRO GOOD LUCK!!”

You both collapse in laughter. Donnie’s face is red for days.

Michelangelo

You’re laughing, lying on the couch, and suddenly Mikey’s on top of you, kissing the air out of your lungs. It starts fun —then it gets heavy. Hands. Tongue. Teeth.

You moan his name once, and he loses it. He kisses you like he’s starving. And then—

“WHAT THE—”

“OH COME ON, NOT ON THE COUCH—!”

Mikey doesn’t even stop. He just yells:

“CLOSE THE DOOR OR JOIN IN, GUYS!”

“MIKEY—!”

He throws the nearest pillow at them

Been felling sad and wanted something super fluffy, so decided to write dis. And yeah, for everyone who requested, I’m so sorry, I didn’t have energy to do ur request, but I hope I’ll get better lately🙏 it might be a little short guys. So yeah go kiss ur turtle!!

[semiweirdshipper]

Slashers as dads. (Extending the addition).

So I've been thinking about other slashers that I could write as fathers. And this is just a little list of ones that I've chose and how I feel about them. Usually for the slasher dad drabbles, I like to include at least four slashers. Freddy, Michael, Bo, and Hannibal have been my primary picks so far- and I write them in canon-divergence so they're portrayed as good guys. Now...

Let's talk about who else is fit to be a dad.

Jason Voorhees

I feel like it goes without saying that Jason would be a remarkable father figure. He's strong, protective, compassionate, loves nature, is nice, ect... If we altered his universe a bit and turned him into a good guy, I think he'd be the best father figure yet! I'm already thinking about scenarios where he teaches a child reader how to swim and stuff.

Bubba Sawyer/Thomas Hewitt

So I struggle a bit with Bubba mainly because he can't talk and, frankly, I'm not even sure if he can write. Children take after their parents, and I'm not gonna write a child reader squealing and huffing like he does. That's why I have such a difficult time with deciding what I could do to make him a good father figure. And it's not just his inability to talk, it's also his intelligence and the condition he lives in. My father figures have to have suitable jobs and living conditions. I'm not sure what I could do to make his situation better, you know?

As for Thomas Hewitt? I've never seen a movie with him, so I don't know anything about him, his speech, intelligence or living conditions. I was hoping maybe someone would explain it to me, please?

Weirdo demon people like Pyramid Head, Pinhead, Pennywise and Chucky.

Now, I don't see any of these characters as fit to be a father figure. However, I do see them as fit to be a 'friend'. Let's say a child reader is feeling lonely, scared, sad or neglected, and one of these guys shows up to make them feel better, take them on an adventure, or so on and so forth. I think that it could be it's own special kind of drabble sequence- not necessarily father figures, but more like 'friendly monsters'.

Evan MacMillan

The one character that I turn into an overworked dad in a lot of my stories, lol. I think Evan would make a great father figure. With a little bit of canon-divergence, it'd be easy to give him a suitable home and job. As a father, he'd be one of the best.

Albert Wesker

With A LOT of canon-divergence (and extreme patience and determination on my end), I think I can turn prince blondy into a father figure. It's going to be rough and I'm going to alter his personality a lot, but I can make it happen. If given the chance, I know that Albert can be a great father figure too.

Karl Heisenberg

I need to ring my memory up on this guy, but from what I remember, he's decent. I've actually read stories where he adopts one of the main characters, so he already has some fatherly traits without even needing any altering. But obviously I'd give him some canon-divergence anyway. Not everything about Karl is perfect, but I can see him being a good father.

Writing Vincent or Lester as the father instead of Bo.

This idea would be easy to do since I already write Bo as the father figure in my primary drabbles, but I've often wondered what it would be like to change it up a bit. Either Vincent or Lester would make good father figures. It kind of just depends on future plot that is used.

I need a little bit more time to think of other Dead by Daylight characters who would make good fathers, because I'm actually struggling a bit with it. But other than that, thank you for taking the time to read my notes! I don't know what the future holds, but I'm hoping that one day, all these characters and ideas will be part of it.

[bovineblogger]

i love cows I am forever sad I can't pet them. What's the difference between a cow and a yak?

they are in the same genus, bos, but r different species! cows r more domesticated, in that that we have selectively bred them for our needs and created a tonnn of different species from it!

yaks r related to cattle, but more closely related to other bovines like bison! theyre agile and fluffy! theyve also been domesticated, but to a lesser extent. there are also a loottt more wild yaks than wild cattle. theyre usually bred for meat, wool/fibre, and milk, and they are more common in places like the himalayas!

they can interbreed though and result in a beautiful dzo, or dzomo!

[guilty-pleasures21]

The bodyguard

Bodyguard!Jason x Actress!Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Warning: just a little kissing ☺️.

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     She twiddled her thumbs quietly as Jason drove them back to her place. They still hadn’t talked about … the ‘incident’ as she’d started referring to it in her head. She knew they needed to discuss it to stop it from hanging over their heads like a big, ominous raincloud, but she had no idea how to even bring it up! Finally, she cleared her throat, preparing to speak. But he interrupted her before she could even get a word out. 

     “I won’t be staying over tonight, prince-” He cut himself off before he could finish saying the nickname. Could he still call her that? After they’d … done what they’d done? It didn’t seem appropriate anymore, addressing her by a nickname, but would it make it even more awkward if he suddenly changed his manner of speech? “X …”

     And suddenly, she forgot all about the incident. She clutched her seatbelt and turned to him with a panicked expression. “What?! Why?!”

     It had been a long time since she’d been left alone in the apartment the company had rented for her while they were filming there - Jason had stayed with her almost every night since he’d started working for her, the lure of her fancy apartment easily convincing him to turn his part-time job into a full-time one - and despite everything that had happened, she still wanted her best friend with her.

     He raised his eyebrows, taken aback by the intensity of her reaction. He stopped to scan the car into her apartment complex, then started explaining as he continued driving to the basement carpark. “It’s Thanksgiving tomorrow. I usually help to prep all the food the night before.”

     X nodded her head slowly, processing the information. She didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving, but he’d told her last week that he wouldn’t be able to work tomorrow because of the holiday. And he was a great cook - he’d make dinner for the both of them most nights and had even started teaching her some fancy new meals she’d never tried before. “Oh.”

     She felt the tears pressing against her eyes as she thought about her own family, so far away from her. She hadn’t been able to see them since they’d flown over a few months ago and though they made sure to call every night, the distance was starting to wear on her.

     He slid his gaze over to her when he heard the disappointment in her voice. His heart squeezed at how sad she suddenly looked, gripping her seatbelt as she studied her shoes. But he shouldn’t say it, goddamnit, he shouldn’t say it! He parked the car, mentally repeating the warning over and over in his head. Then he turned to face her. 

     “Do you want to come over?” F*ck! Shit. Why couldn’t he just listen to himself?!

     She froze at the unexpected invitation, then lowered her head as a smile stretched across her lips. He wanted her to meet his family?! Great! Maybe if she did a good enough job of impressing them, then he’d realise that he really did want to be with her! “Okay.”

     A knot of anxiety formed in his stomach even as his heart sped up in excitement. Jason cleared his throat and turned back to the steering wheel. “Great. Uh … Should we head there now?”

     X nodded quickly and settled back into her seat. Jason cursed himself in his head as he started up the car and began driving back out of her apartment complex. His family was going to go crazy when they saw that he’d brought X over to their place - batshit crazy - but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it now.

     Her jaw dropped when she saw the mansion Jason pulled up to. She turned to him slowly, wide-eyed with delight. “This is your house?!”

     “It’s my dad’s hou- Bruce’s house.” He’d already explained to her how he’d been adopted by Bruce when he was just a kid, but he hadn’t wanted to go into the more gory details of his childhood. And again, she hadn’t insisted on pushing him past the boundary he’d set. He glanced over at her and his lips twitched at how excited she seemed. He parked the car and got out, then led her over to the entrance.

     “Jay!” Jason gave his brother a wave as Dick opened the door for them, then he went rigid when Dick stepped forward to give him a hug. “You ma-”

     He stopped suddenly when he noticed that his brother wasn’t alone. The girl standing next to him was … freaking adorable! With her curly hair and her round eyes and her sweet smile. He glanced over at Jason in question and Jason shifted uncomfortably in position.

     “This is X,” he explained. “I invited her over for Thanksgiving. She’s here alone, so …”

     X held her hand out to Dick enthusiastically. 

     “Hi! Nice to meet you! Are you … Dick?” she guessed, mentally sifting through the stories Jason had told her of his family. Dick grinned as he shook her hand in greeting. 

     “Yeah. It’s nice to meet you too, X. Please! Come in!” He showed her inside, sticking close to her side as he guided her to the living room. “So, how are you finding Gotham so far?”

     Jason narrowed his eyes at his brother’s eagerness. Great. She’d barely stepped foot in the house and he was already hitting on her?! This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to bring her over! He huffed in irritation as he stalked after them, barely missing out on their conversation.

     “I didn’t know it was possible, but you’re even prettier in real life,” Dick praised X, sinking onto the sofa beside her. Jason rolled his eyes as she blushed at his comment. Not that it wasn’t true though: she was gorgeous in pictures and on the screen, of course, but knowing her personality only made her all the more sweet when you met her in real life.

     “Thank you,” X replied softly. 

     “You want a drink, princess?” Jason offered, taking the seat on X’s other side. “I can make you some hot cocoa.”

     He angled his body towards her, making sure to capture her full attention, and the power play didn’t go unnoticed by Dick.

     X’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. “Can you? Thanks, Jay!”

     She treated him to that sweet smile that always had his heart melting in his chest. They got up and Dick smiled at the way X bounced after Jason as they made their way to the kitchen.

     “So, how are you finding Gotham?” Dick leaned on the table beside her and X couldn’t help but notice the way his biceps flexed as he did so. She pulled her glance away, a little confused by her body’s automatic response to Jason’s undeniably good-looking brother, then rearranged her features back into her megawatt smile.

     “Oh. Uh, well, it’s not really my cup of tea …” She gave him an apologetic grimace, then returned her attention to Jason. “But there are always a few hidden gems to be found along the way!”

     Dick glanced over at Jason and mentally sighed at the way he continued to work on the cocoa, completely oblivious to X’s obvious attempt at flirtation. His brother really was hopeless. “Have you explored a lot of Gotham, then? I know some great places I could show you whenever you’re free?”

     X buzzed with excitement at the idea. Jason’s brother seemed really friendly. Maybe he could get Jay to open up a bit more? “That sounds fun!”

     Jason slammed the cup of cocoa down on the table with just enough force for some of the liquid to slosh over the top.

     “Your cocoa,” he grumbled, sliding the cup across the table to her. X raised her eyebrows and exchanged a puzzled look with Dick. 

     “Thanks …” she replied hesitantly. Dick straightened and strode over to the fridge, pressing his lips together to stop himself from smirking at Jason’s obvious irritation with him. But it didn’t seem enough for him to admit that he had feelings for his adorable little boss yet. Was she his boss? That seemed kind of weird. Maybe she was his ‘charge’ or something? But that sounded weird too, actually.

     “Would you like any snacks, X?” Dick asked, opening the fridge doors to check what was in stock. “We have some cheesecake.”

     “I love cheesecake!” X revealed, her delight prompting a smile to stretch across Dick’s face. Jason curled his fingers into fists by his side. Had that just been a lucky guess or was Dick really as big a fan of hers as he suddenly seemed to be?

     “Can you get some plates, Jay?” Dick asked, taking the cake out of the fridge. Jason gritted his teeth as he stomped over to the cupboard to get some plates. 

     “I can help!” X raced over to Jason and stood beside him, holding her hands out for the plates. An image overtook her mind of her reaching up to get the plates instead, but not being tall enough to get them. Then he’d stand behind her, one hand on her waist to steady her as he got them for her. Her stomach flipped at the thought of his hard chest brushing up against her back as he stretched his arm over her head and she lowered her head as her cheeks heated up at the thought. 

     His anger quickly faded away at her enthusiasm: she was … dangerously cute. He placed the plates in her hands, then grabbed some forks as she set them down on the kitchen island. 

     “So …” X began carefully, hiding her mischievous expression from both of the boys, “any embarrassing stories about baby Jay?”

     She looked up at Dick in question and Jason glared at him in warning, silently demanding he keep his mouth shut. But of course his brother would take any opportunity to embarrass him.

     “Oh! There was this one time he tried to copy one of my moves and flip off the back of the sofa, but he ended up breaking one of Bruce’s vases!” Dick revealed, laughing at the memory. X bit down on her smile, trying not to make Jason feel too bad. 

     “Did he get in trouble?” she asked curiously. Dick glanced over at Jason, grinning as he thought about what had happened next. Jason narrowed his eyes at him, threatening him once again, but the look only spurred Dick on even more. 

     X’s gaze bounced between them, noting their competing looks. “What?! What happened?!”

     Jason shook his head. “Don’t-”

     “He broke the window and said someone broke into the house to steal the vase!” Dick replied quickly. X covered her mouth to muffle her laughter. 

     “Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “Did it work?”

     “Bruce saw through it straight away,” Dick revealed, picking at his slice of cake. “But he was more concerned about Jason hurting himself than anything else.”

     X nodded in understanding. “Oh! You said ‘one of your moves’? What did you mean by that?”

     She took a bite of her own cake and her eyes lit up at the taste.

     “Oh! I used to be a gymnast when I was a kid …” Dick trailed off, his gaze fixing on X’s mouth. Jesus Christ, the way she licked the remnants of cheese off her fork?! Her soft lips closing around the end before she swirled the utensil around and sucked on it appreciatively? He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he watched her.

     “Oh my god! This cake is so good!” X moaned, the satisfaction dripping from her voice so deliciously. Dick pushed his plate across the island to her. 

     “You can have mine too if you want!” 

     X raised an eyebrow in amusement, then turned to Jason in question. He dragged his gaze away from her mouth too and slammed his hand down between X’s plate and Dick’s. “Let her finish her own slice first, Dick.” 

     Dick rolled his eyes at the way his brother said his name as if it was an insult. But he pulled his plate back to himself. 

     X pressed her lips together at Jason’s protectiveness. Her chest warmed at the truth of it - ‘protectiveness’ - and she continued munching on her cake happily.

     “Hey guys,” Tim began, strolling into the kitchen from where he’d heard the familiar sounds of his brothers arguing. “When are we- Holy f*cking Christ!” 

     Stephanie snickered as she came up behind him. 

     “Oh, you’re definitely going to Hell nowwwwww… Shit! Oh my god!” She gestured between Jason and X, her eyes wide with shock. “Is she … Are you … Really …?”

     And lo and behold: the other reason Jason hadn’t wanted to bring X over. X shot Jason an amused look, then she finished the last bite of her cake before going over to greet Steph and Tim. “Hi guys! I’m X. I’m guessing you’re Tim and Stephanie?”

     Stephanie grabbed Tim’s shoulder and leaned closer to him. 

     “She knows our names!” she squealed through gritted teeth. Tim didn’t respond and instead continued to stare at X in dumbfounded silence. 

     “So,” Steph continued, putting on a cool exterior as she stepped forward, “have you seen the house yet?”

     “Er, not yet.” X twisted her head back at Jason for reassurance and the corner of his lips twisted into a small smile. He strode over to her and followed close behind as Stephanie brought X on a tour of the house.

     “You did all your own stunts in that movie?!” Tim asked in awe. They had all sat down for dinner after spending the rest of the day getting everything ready for tomorrow and Jason’s family had seized the opportunity to find out more about one of their favourite actresses. 

     “Yup! It was pretty fun! But they were only minor stunts. I’m terrified of the big ones with all the wires and stuff.” She took a delicate bite of the chicken on her plate and made sure to swallow before continuing. “But I’m not allowed to do those anyway according to my contract. Can’t be damaging the money maker!”

     She cupped her cheeks and gave an exaggeratedly adorable smile, then laughed at her own joke. “I’m just kidding. It’s just for my own safety.”

     She returned her attention back to her food and the others nodded in understanding. Dick leaned over from his seat by her side. 

     “It’s too bad none of us look like the leads in your movie. Then we could have auditioned as stunt doubles and maybe spent more time with you.” He gave her a warm smile and she lowered her head as her cheeks heated up shyly. X brushed her hair behind her ear and snuck a peek at Jason, seated on her other side. His jaw was tight as he fixed his gaze on his brother, so she reached under the table and slid her fingers over his knee, pulling his attention to her.

     He startled at first at the sudden sensation, then he looked down at her and his expression softened when she shot him a sweet smile. His chest warmed at the sight and he cleared his throat to distract himself from the smile tugging on his own lips. X turned back to her food when Jason did the same. “Well, we could all hang out if Jason doesn’t mind bringing me over again!"

     “Yeah!” Duke agreed. “That sounds like a great idea!”

     “You should most definitely bring her over more often, Todd,” Damian confirmed. Bruce smiled softly at how much everyone seemsed to like Jason’s new girlfriend. Well, they didn’t seem to be dating yet, per se, but he hoped they’d get there eventually. She seemed good for him - sweet and gentle and patient - and it wasn’t like Jason wasn’t used to being in the public eye, being his adopted son and everything.

     “You should join us for Thanksgiving tomorrow,” Bruce suggested quickly. “In fact, why don’t you just stay the night? We can have one of the guest rooms prepared for you.”

     X’s heart thudded with both excitement and nerves. “That’s so kind of you, Mr Wayne!”

     Bruce chuckled at her politeness. “Please, ‘Bruce’ is fine.”

     “Thank you, Bruce!” X turned to Jason, waiting for his affirmation, but he hesitated as he thought about it. 

     They still hadn’t talked about the … whatever it was they’d done in her dressing room earlier that day. But he could feel it weighing down on them with every glance, every shy smile and every accidental touch. He swallowed hard, clenching his knife and fork tightly in his hands as he thought about it: about being in such close proximity to her after … being in such close proximity to her. He glanced over at her again and his resolve started to melt at the hopeful expression she gave him. “I think it’s a great idea. It’s getting pretty late anyway. You should stay over.”

     His insides twisted with nerves even as he said it, but she turned to grin at the rest of the table, oblivious.

     “We can watch a movie!” Stephanie suggested, turning to X. “Do you want to watch one of yours?”

     X shook her head as she laughed. “Oh, no. I’m sick of those by now. Got any other suggestions?”

     Dick sank onto the sofa beside X, slinging one arm over the back of the chair behind her. “Need another blanket?”

     X cuddled up in the blanket Jason had brought over to her. “I’m good!”

     That was it: that was the final straw. Jason shot out of his seat and clenched his fists by his side. 

     “Dick, I need to talk to you in the kitchen,” he hissed out through gritted teeth. He glared at him until he got out of his seat, puzzled, and they both walked over to the kitchen. “What the hell bullshit are you trying to pull?!”

     Dick stifled a smile at Jason’s outrageous reaction. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

     Jason sighed, frustrated. “You’re obviously hitting on X!”

     Dick shrugged, unbothered. “So what if I am? It’s not like you guys are together or anything. Right?”

     He gave Jason a smug smirk and Jason finally realised what he’d been trying to do. He pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered a curse under his breath. 

     “Just admit that you like her!” Dick sighed. “She obviously likes you too!”

     Jason’s heart froze at the declaration, but he quickly shook it off. “She can’t-”

     He stopped himself to try to figure out what he wanted to say and Dick folded his arms across his chest as he waited for him to continue. But Jason remained silent, his features creased with thought. 

     “Jay, you weren’t even trying to get her attention,” Dick pointed out. “And she fell in love with you anyway! That means that she likes you exactly as you are.”

     Jason’s heart thumped in his chest as he wondered if what his brother was saying could really be true. Could she really like him? With all the baggage he carried with him? All his trauma and all his scars? 

     Dick pushed himself off the kitchen island and started making his way back to the living room. He stopped briefly as he passed by Jason, leaning over to murmur in his ear. “How about this: if you still haven’t said anything to her by the end of the week, I’m going to make a move.”

     He patted him on the shoulder, then returned to the others before he could respond. 

     Jason stayed in the kitchen a little longer, quietly seething at Dick’s deal. His fingers ached to punch something and let his anger out, but then he heard someone walk into the kitchen.

     “Jay?” X placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, but the movement only caused him to tense up even more. “Jason, what’s wrong?” 

     She moved around to his front and curled her fingers around both of his shoulders, massaging them gently to try to get him to relax. 

     He sucked in a breath as his stomach tightened at their proximity. His fingers twitched with the need to slide around her waist and tug her closer to him; to feel her soft chest pressing up against his. But he resisted the temptation and took a step away from her instead. 

     “Nothing, I’m fine.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he avoided her gaze. Then he suddenly remembered something. “You gonna be okay sleeping on your own, princess?”

     She’d been sleeping with her kitchen lights on before he’d started working for her - because she was still afraid of the dark, she’d admitted to him one night. He’d waved away her shame and suggested sleeping over to help her feel more comfortable and ever since then, she’d been sleeping like a baby. They’d sleep in separate rooms, of course, but she just liked knowing there was someone else there with her.

     She shuffled in position nervously. “Um … I was … kind of hoping … I could bunk with you? I could sleep on a mattress on the floor!”

     She looked up at him with wide eyes and his will melted at the sight of her helplessness. His shoulders slumped with defeat as he gave in to her - as he always did. “Sure.”

     Jason lay on his back on the floor, staring up at the ceiling quietly. Of course he hadn’t let her sleep on the floor in his own house! She’d tried arguing about it with him, sure, but he’d threatened to go sleep in the guest room if she didn’t just take the bed. X rolled over to the edge of the bed and gazed down at him on the floor. 

     “Jay?” she whispered, checking to see if he was still awake.

     “Hmm?”

     “Thanks for inviting me over. I really appreciate it.”

     “It’s no problem, princess. My family seems to really like you, anyway.” A little too much where some of them were concerned.

     “I like them too!” X admitted. “They’re a lot of fun.”

     The corner of his lip twitched at the happiness in her voice. 

     “They can be … a little overwhelming, sometimes, but … yeah. They’re pretty fun.” Though he’d never admit that to any of them though. Especially not Dick. His stomach clenched with fear and he hesitated as his gaze strayed over to her. “What do you think about Dick?”

     X pursed her lips as she considered his question. His brother seemed nice, but … she wasn’t quite sure if he’d been flirting with her or not. Though it didn’t really matter to her anyway: she only liked Jason. “He’s nice … but I get why you might think he’s a little overbearing.”

     Jason scoffed at her words. “Understatement.”

     They fell into silence for a while, then finally, X rolled off her bed entirely and landed on Jason’s mattress. Jason startled as she dropped down next to him and curled up against his side. He tried to pull away, but she wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding one of her legs over his and trapping him in place. He opened and closed his mouth, completely taken aback by her forwardness, but he didn’t push her away.

     “I like you, Jason.” Her voice was soft, but he didn’t miss the words. 

     “Like, like-like,” she continued when he didn't respond.

     He could barely breathe when she was wrapped around him like this, let alone think up a response. He pressed his hands against the mattress and focused on his breathing, trying to calm his racing heart. Then finally, “I like you too, X.”

     X grinned and they shifted around, getting more comfortable in each other’s arms. She slid her fingers into his hair and tickled his scalp gently and Jason hummed contentedly as he stroked her lower back. She was so soft in his arms, her cosy little body fitting so nicely against his. 

     “Why … When did you start liking me?” he asked, a little afraid to hear her response.

     “Hmm …” God, it felt nice, lying on top of him like this. He was so large and so muscular! And warm too! She stretched herself out against him, then wriggled happily in his arms. Jason let out a soft groan and tightened his grip on her waist as her knee brushed against his groin. X inhaled deeply, breathing in the comforting soap and leather scent of him. “That first time you offered to stay over when I told you I was afraid of the dark. You didn’t even make fun of me or anything.”

     “The dark can be pretty scary sometimes,” Jason replied nonchalantly. He snuck his fingers beneath the hem of her shirt and she shivered against him as his nails dragged down her skin.

     “You know … I still haven't gotten to kiss you yet.” X pushed herself up to gauge his reaction and again, he became speechless, unsure of how to respond. X smiled and lowered herself back down, her mouth just centimetres from his. Jason swallowed hard and X snickered softly as she pinched his earlobe between her thumb and forefinger. “We can take it slow. Just a kiss? Then we can just go to sleep on the bed instead of us both lying down here.”

     “O-Okay …”

     X smiled at his nervousness, then very gently, she touched her lips to his. He melted against her immediately, running his hands up and down her back as they kissed each other. God, she felt nice, soft and sweet and so comforting in his arms. They kissed each other for a little longer, both of them cautiously moving their hands across the other's body, then eventually, they pulled apart. The two of them giggled softly at one another, then X got up and pulled him onto the bed beside her.

     “So,” she whispered softly, “should we go on a date tomorrow?”

     His lips stretched wide at the sound of the smile in her voice: he could practically hear her blushing! He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips into her hair as they got comfortable on his bed. “Sure. Where would you like to go, princess?”

     Dick watched his brother and X as they all sat at the table for breakfast the next morning. The two of them kept sneaking little glances at one another and exchanging shy smiles when they caught the other’s eye. It was … disgustingly cute. But his brother deserved a little vomit-inducing cuteness after everything he’d been through. He went about the rest of his day not mentioning anything about it, but finally managed to get Jason alone when they were in the library. 

     His brother stopped him just as he was leaving to rejoin X, folding his arms across his chest as he fixed him with a smug look. Jason rolled his eyes and gave a weary sigh. “What?” 

     “So? Did anything happen last night?”

     “Judging by that shit-eating grin on your face, you already know the answer to that question.” Jason pushed past Dick to continue making his way back to the kitchen. He and X had taken a little break from food prep, curling up together in the library to spend some time alone together. But eventually, she'd had to go to the toilet, so Jason had just said to meet back in the kitchen. Dick ran after Jason and slung his arm around his shoulders. 

     “So, it's official? Are you going to tell everyone?” He gasped suddenly as a new thought entered his mind. “Is there going to be a press release? Are you going to have a fight with her PR team or something?”

     Jason furrowed his brows in puzzlement, then pushed Dick's arm off his shoulders. 

     “Firstly, I don't need to tell anyone. And anyway, I'm pretty they already know.” He side-eyed Dick suspiciously and Dick avoided his gaze, his expression riddled with guilt. “Second, why do I need to fight with her PR team? I'm Bruce-f*cking-Wayne's adopted son. Who's gonna fight with that?”

     Dick nodded thoughtfully in agreement. They soon entered the kitchen and Jason softened when he saw X laughing with Steph and Cass, spots of flour scattered around their faces.

     “Thirdly, I want her to have one part of her life that's just hers,” Jason continued, turning to Dick with a threatening expression. “No PR, no fans, no cameras.”

     He turned back around and grinned when X waved him over excitedly. Dick watched fondly as his big, rough, long-suffering brother walked over to X, an uncharacteristic bounce in his step. X streaked some flour onto Jason's nose, catching him off-guard, and Dick's chest warmed at his brother's delighted smile.

     “He'll be all right. Right?” Bruce asked, placing a hand on Dick’s shoulder as he came up behind him. Dick shot Bruce a knowing look.

     “He'll be all right.”

[sassycheesecake]

Your seven-year-old son Haruto is currently watching 'Bluey' on the carpet in the living room, eating his Lucky Charms cereal, when both you and Tetsurō walk into the living room.

"Bud, put the TV on mute, we need to talk about something." Tetsurō crosses his arms and you stand next to him with a smile on your face.

Haruto frowns and puts his unfinished bowl down, looking at you and your husband.

"Am I in trouble?" The little ravenette asks, looking a little bit scared that he did something wrong.

"You’re not in trouble, Haruto. Your mum and I wanted to… deliver some news." Tetsurō tries to comfort him but it only makes the little ravenette feel worse.

"Okay?…" You can see that your son pales a little bit and you’re scared he’s going to throw up on the carpet on how nervous he looks.

You crouch down to his level, your smile comforting his uneasiness a little bit.

"You’re going to be a big brother Haruto. We're having a baby." Your gentle voice calms him down a little bit more and Haruto understands and begins to frown.

"But I don’t want a sibling."

Kuroo sighs and scratches the side of his neck, looking at you for help.

You gave your husband an annoyed look before looking at your son again with a smile.

"Haru, I know this change may be scary but I am sure that you will be as excited as me and daddy when we welcome your little sibling into the world." You ruffle his black messy hair and when your posture is straight again, Haruto can see a very little bump on the lower part of your stomach. He actually thought that maybe you ate a little bit too much of food from last week but since you’re about to change, the little ravenette feels like his world is going to change as well. And not in a good way.

You and Kuroo leave the room and Haruto tries to focus on his show again, but the thought of having to share everything with another kid in the household is making his stomach twist with jealousy.

The next morning after you left for your ultrasound appointment, Kuroo stays behind to watch your son while also having to work from home.

Haruto walks over to see his dad at the kitchen table, working as it seems.

He holds his penguin plushie close to his chest when he starts talking to his father.

"Dad?" Haruto looks at his father, who is typing a lot down on his laptop with a concentrated face.

"Hm?" Tetsurō keeps his face focused on his laptop, writing something down on his notepad that lays next to it.

"When does my new brother arrive?" Haruto asks curiously.

"Well, we don’t know yet and we don’t know if you get a brother or a sister."

"Why not? I thought you said I will have a sibling?" Haruto‘s face scrunches up a bit.

"I know. But it’s too early for that to know, buddy. Mum has to grow your sibling and until her stomach gets a little bit bigger, we don’t know for sure yet if it’s going to be a girl or a boy." Tetsurō looks at his son from his peripheral vision, seeing that his son's face angers up a bit.

"I don’t want a sister."

"Well, mum can’t influence that either. Why are you against having a sibling anyway? Mum and Dad thought you would be happy about the news."

Haruto looks down at his bare feet, losing the grip on his plushie.

"A brother or sister would mean I have to share my room, my food and you and mommy." Haruto mutters in shame, a hint of hurt and sadness mixed in his words.

Kuroo sighs, turning around so he fully faces his son.

"I know that change can be scary, Haru. But I promise you, once your sibling arrives, you’re going to be happy to have one. Think about uncle Bo, he has four kids. All of them are happy that they have each other." Kuroo says with a little smile.

"But they fight over food and their toys sometimes." Haruto explains while looking up at his father.

"I know but even mum and I fight sometimes. It’s normal to fight with someone sometimes. It would NOT be normal if they never fight or if they fight all the time. When I was your age, my mum, your grandma, and my dad would fight all the time. In the end, it was just me and your grandma. Your dad only had uncle Kenma as a friend in the beginning and back then, I would have done anything to have a sister or a brother."

Haruto looks at his father with a sad expression, tears starting to collect in his eyes as he runs to his father and hugs his legs very tightly.

Kuroo is quite shocked by the action but chuckles heartily as he cards his fingers through Haruto's hair, comforting him.

Haruto calms down and accepts the fact that he will be a big brother.

Over the next few months, Haruto watches the change in his mother, physically and emotionally.

Your stomach begins to grow more and you cry over the silliest things. (At least in Tetsurō‘s opinion)

You cried a full hour because a butterfly hit your windshield, your husband brought you your favorite flowers and you felt nauseous after smelling them, causing you to feel bad because you can’t enjoy them, saying that Tetsurō wasted his money. You’re eating the weirdest and most disgusting food combinations, sometimes having corn dogs and dipping them in Joghurt or other times especially in the mornings, you eat hot flaming Cheetos with mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Right now, Haruto looks in concern with his hazel eyes at you, as you are eating vanilla ice cream with tuna chunks in it.

"Mum, why can you have ice cream for breakfast and I can’t?" Haruto pouts.

Kuroo snorts behind the rim of his coffee mug.

"You’re not concerned about the tuna in the ice cream?" He chuckles as he looks between you and his son.

You continue to savor the food in your mouth when you shot your husband a nasty glare for that comment.

It makes Kuroo gulp in nervousness.

"I am craving this. Now be quiet and let me enjoy my food, Tetsū." You snap at him.

"Yes, ma'am." Kuroo replies with a shaky voice.

Haruto glances between the two of you and giggles at the exchange between his parents.

Exactly four months later, Haruto is sitting in front of the entrance door, anxiously waiting for his parents to come back.

Kenma is watching him, since your water broke in the middle of last night, having to go to the hospital for delivering Haruto's baby sister.

Currently, the dyed blonde is gaming on his Nintendo switch when he looks over at his godchild. Haruto is sitting in front of the door like a dog waiting for its owner to get home. He looks incredibly worried and rightfully so, since last night was pretty hectic and you looked in so much pain that all Haruto wanted to do was comfort you.

Before Haruto knew it though, his father called Kenma in a panic and not even twenty minutes later, the pro gamer showed up at their doorstep. He was never that fast at their house.

With a last quick goodbye, you and Kuroo were out the door and it’s already been over 15 hours.

Haruto did not like this one bit.

You were in pain and it was caused by his stupid sibling that he was actually excited for.

Kenma is very tired after being woken up by the former Middle Blocker at 1 am last night but still, he needed to watch Kuroo’s son.

Nekoma's former Setter is looking at him for a few more minutes until he decides that they should do something, to get Haruto’s mind off a bit.

"Hey little gremlin, want to watch some SpongeBob?" He offers.

Haruto looks at Kenma and gets up from his sitting position to join the former Setter on the couch.

During an episode, Kenma's phone vibrates with a message from the roosterhead.

'Lost count of how many times (Y/N) has threatened to kill me. Bones in my right hand are crushed to death. Say hi to Himari Kuroo. How is Haru?'

A picture follows underneath the text message.

It’s a picture of a newborn in a soft pink cat beanie and it’s swaddled up in a white blanket with cartoon kittens all over them, appearing to be sleeping.

Kenma smiles at the picture, happy that everything went well despite the long labor that you had to go through.

'He is fine. He keeps staring at the door like a little dog, waiting for its owners to get back.' How is (Y/N)? The blonde texts back.

‘She’s good, exhausted af. She’s been sleeping and eating mochis for the most part. Really missing Haru as well.'

'How about I drive Haru to you? That way he can see you and (Y/N) and (Y/N) can see Haru again.' Kenma offers.

'👍🏻😌'

Kenma turns to the little ravenette and sees that he is looking down at his penguin plushie with a sorrow expression.

"Come on little gremlin, let’s go see your parents and your little sister."

Haruto's face snaps up to his godfather and he smiles excitedly.

The two of them are driving to the hospital where you delivered and Haruto keeps swinging his short legs back and forth, excited to see his mama and his papa again.

When Kenma and Haruto walk through the doors of the hospital, people are gushing over the two of them, causing Kenma to feel slightly uncomfortable because they think Haruto is Kenma’s son.

When they reach the labor and delivery unit, Kenma asks for your name and the nurse at the front desk leads them to the room you’re staying in.

Haruto is too hyper to contain his excitement and runs to the room, almost slamming it open.

The sudden opening of the door startles you and Kuroo but quickly changes to happiness to seeing your son.

"Mama!" Haruto climbs on the bed towards you and your raging hormones are making you cry when you finally have your boy back in your arms.

"Haru, be careful! Mum had surgery done on her stomach!" Kuroo scolds his son and tries to pull him off of you.

"It’s okay, Tetsu. He just missed us." You soothe your husband while caressing the little ravenette’s head and back.

Kuroo joins your side on the bed, wrapping his arms around you and his son, feeling at peace.

Kenma watches the scene with a fond look before deciding to give the three of you a little privacy.

Remembering why he came here in the first place, Haruto wiggles out of his mother’s embrace and sees that your stomach has shrunk down.

"Where’s my baby brother?" He asks in curiosity.

"You have a sister, Haru. Her name is Himari and she is currently with the nurses, she needed to be weighed." You explain to him, brushing the messy strands back.

Just as he was about to reply to you, the nurse walks in with Himari and Haruto sits up straight to be able to see his sister.

He scooches back a bit into the arms of his father and watches intensely as a little bundle of wrapped blankets is handed back carefully to you.

"You want to say hi to your little sister?" You whisper in a gentle tone, unwrapping some of the blankets so your son can see his little sister better.

"She looks like a mochi." His amber eyes shine in excitement.

"She does. Make sure you protect your little mochi, okay Haru? She depends on her big brother."

Haruto nods enthusiastically and carefully touches her face and giggles a bit at her scrunched up face.

Later on, Haruto is knocked out from being up for so long and is sleeping soundly against his father while you feed Himari.

"Tetsu, you’re staring." You say while breastfeeding your newborn, not taking your eyes off of Himari.

"Sorry, kitten. Can’t help myself." Kuroo smirks in mischief as he continues to look at you with love and affection while Haru is sleeping soundly against his chest.

Kuroo can’t describe the words how happy he is to have a family with you. He hopes that in the future, Haruto and Himari will grow up close and maybe if he plays his cards right, have another bundle of joy with you in the future.

[snowflakes-and-cupcakes]

— this is what forever feels like x mathew barzal

chapter 3: blue and orange skies

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You’ve been seeing Mat off and on. His schedule is a wreck, he tells you with seriousness that makes you laugh, but you’re surprisingly fine with that. Being in each other’s orbit and squeezing in late nights and early mornings when he isn’t laser-focused on hockey is different for you, but different is good.

Things being way, way more casual than you’re used to makes it easier to agree to them, and you find yourself saying yes to pretty much anything Mat suggests.

Over pad see ew and green curry in a dimly lit den in Queens, he says, “Come to a game.”

You peer at him over the rim of your Thai tea glass. “Sure.”

The game is buzzing with life. The Islanders are on fire all night long. As you sit in between Hope and Katy, you laugh freely, talking about everything and nothing.

“Seriously,” Katy says, “we should find a way to sneak our own snacks in. Staff privilege. Hope, you’ve got to have a way—”

“Nope,” Hope pops the p.

“You just paid $15 for that sandwich!”

“With,” you insist, “the staff discount.”

“Oh my god,” she groans, “it’s just because I didn’t have time to eat before the game. Next time—”

She gives you both a look.

“—we’re doing tacos at Uptown.”

You wistfully sigh and glance down at your sad arena pretzel and White Claw. What you would give for a good carne asada right now is criminal.

Katy nudges you once all three of you are huddled together, standing up to stretch during intermission. “So, settling in? Loving the island?”

“Well…” You trail off, trying to play off your inner turmoil as a joke.

“It’s okay,” she laughs. “You can say you hate us all and can’t wait to run back to Manhattan.”

Yeah, and where would you run? You huff and try to make it sound like a laugh. “I don’t hate anyone.”

Her brow playfully raises. “But?”

“But,” you give Hope a sympathetic look, “I’m so over roommates. I’ve got to get my own place.”

Hope taps her drink against yours. “I wouldn’t want to live with me if I were you, either. Way too uptight.”

“It’s really more like I need another bedroom just for my books.” You frown, wrinkling your whole face. “Oh, no. Am I lame?”

Katy plops down beside you, finally. “No, just approaching thirty.”

All three of you bring your drinks together for that one.

One thing you notice at your first in-person hockey game since you were a kid, spending alternate weekends with your dad, is that it’s so fast. Maybe a part of it is Mat himself, since he’s the one your eyes are always on when blue streaks back and forth beyond the glass. Maybe, just maybe, you’re watching him on purpose.

It’s hard to focus on anything but the number thirteen when it sails by.

Right in front of you, seemingly out of nowhere, he digs in and flips the puck like it’s the simplest thing in the world. It’s more like play, less like a competition—

The puck lands right in front of Bo.

You blink—quickly learning your lesson that you should never do that during live hockey—and the puck flicks into the back of the net. The three of you are on your feet with the team and the rest of the crowd, arm-in-arm, joining in on the celly like you belong here.

You do. You do belong here.

One of the Terrace bars mysteriously clears out after the game, and you discover that it’s so the team can join the staff and share a drink before everyone scatters to their separate parties for the night. You don’t realize that you’re included in that until Katy puts a drink in your hand and you notice several more familiar faces around you.

“Tell me you got that backhand goal,” one of the social media managers gushes at one of the videographers. Catching your eye, she waves you over.

The videographer has his phone out, and soon enough a small group of your coworkers gathers to watch Mat as he cuts through a cluster of the other team’s players coming out of a faceoff. He sees the chaos in front of him and manipulates it like he owns it, with untouchable, breathtaking speed.

He’s totally focused, and the only thing more beautiful to watch than the replay was being there to see it live.

You’re so glad you came.

The energy swells as the players trickle in. It’s Mat’s night, so you’re content to steal glances at him while you settle in with your own coworkers, the nameless owners of the thankless jobs lucky to be in this orbit. He smiles as he bounces throughout the room, tossing his head back to laugh or squeezing someone in a one-armed hug. 

You’re not the only one watching the other person, though. When whatever conversation he’s having falls into a lull, his eyes wander looking for the next. Again and again, they come to you.

He finally cuts through the crowd. Pink-cheeked, drink in hand, smile plastered on his face, he drags you into a two-armed hug. You nestle against him, laughing. “Hi, Mat.”

There’s your star of the game.

Your?

He pulls away and leans against your table to bask in the congratulations your coworkers throw at him. When he looks back down at you, there’s a conspiratorial tilt to his smile. “Gonna congratulate me?”

You make a noncommittal noise and hide your own smile. “I don’t know; I thought Bo did a better job.”

They’d each scored spectacular goals in the 6-2 win.

He laughs, and competitiveness flashes across his features as he bends to lean closer to you. “I can’t believe you just said that to my face.”

“I think you like it.” And if you know anything, you know you like this—the way Mat’s presence draws something out of you, makes you feel flirty and fun. This feels right, like the version of you from before was a shadow of yourself, and the real you is finally free.

His gaze sweeps over you, but his eyes catch on what you’re wearing and his smile dims a little. “What, no one thought you needed a jersey?”

There’s a hint of churlishness there. You look down at your outfit—generic Islanders hoodie, jeans—and then back up at him. “I thought this was fine.”

“It is,” he says so quickly you know it’s a lie. “Totally fine. For, you know, a fan.”

“I am a fan.”

He shakes his head, looking anywhere except at you. “You work here.”

And? Pretty much all of your coworkers are wearing the same thing.

“Mat,” you say slowly, lowly, like a playground secret. “Why do I need a jersey?”

He looks back at you. Whatever hesitance had gotten into him fades, and that easy smile comes back as he rests both elbows on the metal high-top. He leans over it, his whole body hovering above, and now he’s just a few inches from your face.

Your gaze darts down to his mouth.

He smiles wider, letting the seconds stretch like he’s basking in them. 

“Because if you’re gonna chirp me, you should at least be wearing my number when you do it.”

Oh.

Your eyes widen. He pulls back, snapping the tension to remind you that he’s the one in control of it. “Else I might think you like Horvat better, and then I’ll be sad. Do you want to make me sad?”

You regain yourself just in time to mutter, “Someone has to keep you humble, no?”

He’s back to his usual crooked grin. “That’s a full-time job, writer.”

“I mean,” you tut, “if you’re paying…”

He sidles closer, rounding the high-top with just a pointed shift of his hips. Hand on your waist, he drags you closer, and that smile is turned on you alone. “Let me buy you a drink at Delilah’s after this?”

You laugh, an easy, bubbly sound. “That’s a start.”

Delilah gives everyone her signature, wordless “no hockey” look as soon as your smaller group filters into Speakeasy, but she just sighs and gets a round of glasses out for the regular drinks. You know by now that she’s used to this; the “no hockey” thing is a draw for a certain type of player who needs real separation, who needs to cool off so he can maybe have a chance of getting some sleep the night after a game.

Some people wind up. Others wind down. You’re the latter, and it always surprises you when—not every night you’re here, but a lot of them—Mat is here too. This is the first night you show up on his arm, though.

You cling to a fold of his sweatshirt near his elbow, not wanting to be separated from him when people cram into the narrow space. He looks over his shoulder at you, smiling as if to promise he’d never let that happen.

Soon enough, the bar is full of Islanders and the people who love them. The atmosphere is bright and buzzy, and not just because of the cocktail in your hand or the man’s chest you’re pressed up against.

Has Speakeasy always been this small?

Mat’s hand starts tracing shapes against your back. “Oh, yeah. Right here.”

You look over your shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“You can’t feel that?” He laughs, and his other hand settles on your shoulder, stilling you. “Here. Pay attention.”

You shiver. Why does it feel so good when he teases you?

Instead of letting your mind wander in search of answers, you look forward again, resting your elbows on the bar. He traces over your back with two fingers, and the drag is slow, pointed. He pauses before changing directions, letting you feel when one shape ends and the other begins.

Oh, god.

“Are you serious?” you laugh. “Get over the jersey thing.”

“Nah.” Now, he’s walking his fingers up your spine just because he can, just because you finally figured out he was tracing his number on your back. “I need a thirteen, right here.”

Someone calls Mat’s name before you have a chance to answer, but the tension is there. It lingers and settles, warm and soft yet full of anticipation. Wear my jersey. Wear my number. Put my name on your back so everyone can see it.

What’s the difference between you and the thousands of fans who already do that, except for the fact that he looks at you like he can’t stand the thought of sharing you?

His hand glides over your spine and settles on your waist. “Come on,” he says. “You good?”

You haven’t talked about what happened at the cafe since your walk, but something still lingers in between you. The way Mat’s been looking at you lately, it’s like the curtain separating who you are from who you want others to see you as is sheer, not opaque. 

His eyes don’t hold pity, though. When he looks at you, it’s like a secret conversation passes from his eyes to yours, asking if you’re okay.

You smile at him and tip your head toward the row of booths.

Slid in between Noah Dobson with Alexa halfway on his lap and Mat on your other side, you smile at Emily and Scott Mayfield across from you. The booth is tight with six people packed in, but there’s a glass and a pitcher of margaritas in front of you, so you can’t bring yourself to care.

“First game, right?” Emily asks, leaning so she can hear you better over the din. “You should sit with us next time. You and your friends, I mean.”

“She won’t want to,” Mat chirps. “Won’t even wear a number.”

Shrugging, you sip your drink. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t wear any number.”

You also didn’t say you wouldn’t wear thirteen, but you let that remain implied, ribbing him right back.

“Number eight!” Alexa suggests, grinning. “We can twin!”

“Everyone wears number eight at the next game,” Emily laughs. “For fun.”

Scott holds up a hand, but he’s laughing too, even though the chirping has suddenly, somehow, grown to include him instead of just Mat. “I don’t know about that—”

“But I wear twenty-four all the time!”

He gives his wife an incredulous look. “You’re supposed to!”

Noah rolls his head back, physically leaning out of the conversation to look at Mat from behind you. “You’re quiet. Got nothing?”

Just like that, the whole table’s attention is on Mat. In the time you’ve known him, he’s never been one to shy from that, so he doesn’t—not really. He smiles his crooked smile and it even reaches his eyes, but there’s a slight tension in his throat that makes you tilt your head.

He shrugs. “You’re all full of shit.”

“Wow,” Noah says dryly. “Burn.”

Everyone laughs—even you, even Mat—and the conversation floats on. Alexa’s been traveling for work, and Noah looks at her with overwhelming fondness when she regales the people she’s talked to and the stories she’s told as a sports journalist. Scott mentions their dog, and Emily lights up when you ask her to tell you about him.

With so little room in the booth, you end up resting against Mat. He tenses when you do, and you instantly recognize how strange that is. Isn’t this the same man who just had his hands all over your back? You’ve been in his lap before, held his hand—so what’s this?

The way he rubs his pinky over his glass, fidgeting, is a tell that he’s in his own head.

“Hey.” You nudge his hand with your three-quarters-empty glass. “One more cocktail before the carb cravings hit.”

You want him to laugh. You really want him to laugh because of an inside joke that’s just yours.

All you get is a smile, but at least it’s affectionate. “Rain check.”

Before you can question that, his smile widens into something sheepish that begs you to understand. “I can’t have fries after every win. Game in a day and a half, yeah?”

Finally, he touches you, but it’s just to squeeze your thigh as he gets up. “I’ll be right back.”

He takes his empty glass and walks it back to the bar, murmuring something to Delilah as she takes it from him. His smile is polite, but when she turns away, he rests his elbows on the bar and leans his weight onto them, stretching out.

His face falls, and that’s when you get up.

“Mat.” You move to angle yourself in front of him. You don’t recognize this feeling in yourself. It’s a desire to fight, not to argue—protectiveness, you realize, is the emotion setting you aflame right now. “What’s up?”

He wets his lips, staring aimlessly over your head. When he looks down at you, it’s intense, with the same fiery feeling you recognize in yourself. 

“I just…” He shakes his head. “I don’t know. I’m hung up on stuff. Don’t worry about it.”

You frown at him. “Of course I’m going to worry about you.”

This is the moment when you learn Mat is a lot better at expressing how he feels with actions rather than words.

It starts when his brow furrows and his jaw sets. When he looks down at you again, the tension in his expression makes you stand stock-still, looking back. He’s focused the way he is in games, making quick and decisive decisions to get his goal.

His hands come up to cradle your face, tilting your chin up with a gentle press of his thumbs. This is a little possessive, you think; it’s heady and all-encompassing, a move that makes the world shrink down to pools of hazel and aquatic cologne. 

Something inside you opens up—vulnerable, bare, exposed to him. You don’t hate that feeling. Showing him your softness like a precious secret feels good. Right.

One of his thumbs drifts up and swipes over your cheekbone. “You’re so fucking pretty.”

You can’t help it. “So are you.”

He watches your mouth, licking his own lips. “Wear my jersey next time.”

It’s not a question, but a promise and a demand wrapped up in one. There’s going to be a next time, and he wants you marked as his. He wants what his teammates have, you realize; he wants his own number in the cluster of wives and girlfriends in the stands. It’s something tied to his self-worth in a way you can’t quite grasp. What you do grasp, though, it’s that it’s something meaningful, if not permanent.

Can you do that? Can you be that?

You hesitate. Something changes in his eyes, a storm of passion flicking through bolts of nerves and determination.

And then he kisses you. He kisses you like he’s serious, like he’s committed to learning every inch of your mouth inside and out. Both of his hands start on your jaw, but one slowly slides down. It memorizes the curve of your neck, the slope of your shoulder, and the arch of your back. It plants itself on your hip, dangerously close to your ass, and his fingers flex like he wants a handful.

He leans back and draws you up, into him. He’s not quite sitting on the bar behind him, but he leans in a way that forces you to brace your hands against his chest and cling for balance.

He teases you with his tongue, not wanting to explore too deep but just grazing, just tasting; it’s a flick against your lower lip and a quick brush against your tongue, nothing more, but there’s something so expert about it that your head spins.

But it’s not just the skill; the way he kisses you is less about the act itself and more about the who. You shift, hiking one of your thighs up to press against his crotch, and his hips buck right into you.

He bites your lower lip when he pulls away. His face is just as flushed as you feel. “Don’t do that to me, gorgeous. It makes me hard.”

A deep breath and a shared look later, you shake your head. It feels so good to make a man like this lose himself just a little. “Don’t pretend you don’t want to be.”

He smirks. “Wear my jersey.”

It dawns on you. “You’re jealous.”

He makes a noncommittal grunt.

“Mat.” Your gaze darts down to his mouth, then back up to his eyes, and you trail your knee up his inner thigh again. “Noah, Scott, everyone else—”

He starts to shake his head, eyes hazy and watching your mouth. “Don’t—”

“You want what they have.”

Instead of answering, he takes you by the jaw and tugs you into another kiss. This one is a little rougher, a little hotter, and much more questioning. He dives in like he wants to drown in you.

When he pulls away, you’re both panting. 

“I’m going to buy one and have it dropped off at your office on Monday,” he says, and it’s somehow the hottest thing ever. 

You can’t think straight. For a moment, you surface. Something whispers that this is maybe not a good idea, but everything else in you swears that it is. Maybe you want what Alexa and Emily have. You want to sit in Mat’s lap after a game. You want to get a dog with him. You want to wear his jersey, or at least blue and orange, at every home game. You want him to look for you, to hold you, to touch you—

So you nod, feeling just a little dizzy, and press your mouth against his to dive right back in. 

@barzygirl13 @47chickens @sporadicpizzainternet ♡ comment below or on the main post to be tagged please!

[kisses-for-you]

pref: they accidentally hurt you

titans characters x fem!reader

characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Gar Logan, Conner Kent, Hank Hall, Kory Anders & Donna Troy.

Dick Grayson:

You and Dick had gotten into an argument and it was getting heated. He was risking the team's life by making stupid and reckless decisions, or at least that's what they were in your opinion.

Without thinking, you yell, "You don't have to risk everyone's lives just because Jason died and you think it's your fault!"

SLAP!

Dick's hand makes contact with your face as he slaps you in a fit of rage. The room seems to freeze as Dick's eyes widen with horror at the realisation of what he's just done. Your hand instinctively reaches to your cheek, the hurt in your eyes making your boyfriend feel even more guilty.

Dick immediately recoils, his expression shifting from anger to deep regret. "Fuck. Y/N, I... I didn't mean to," he stammers, his voice filled with remorse. He takes a step back, grappling with the weight of his actions. His eyes search yours, pleading for forgiveness, but the pain in your gaze is palpable.

Dick takes a hesitant step forward. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Y/N, I'm so fucking sorry," he murmurs, regret etched across his face. He reaches out to cup your cheek, however, fear grips you, and you instinctively shrink back, avoiding his touch.

"I need some space," you finally manage to say, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and sadness. He nods solemnly, understanding he fucked up badly.

-

Jason Todd:

You and Jason were training and since you were still fairly new to the team, you thought it'd be nice to train with Jason as you're the closest with him.

You're meant to block his hits but as the bo staff heads your way, you hesitate for some reason and react too late, resulting in Jason accidentally hurting you as the staff strikes you. It's just a small mistake and it doesn't hurt too badly but he immediately rushes to your side.

"Shit. Babe, are you okay?" His concerned expression mirrors his regret. You give him a small, reassuring smile, saying, "Yeah, I'm fine. It's probably just a small bruise anyway. Let's just get back to training."

He shakes his head, still looking guilty even though it wasn't his fault. "No, let's just finish here. You shouldn't keep training if you're hurt. We can always train tomorrow," Jason insists, genuine concern in his eyes. You know there's no point in arguing with him, so you just sigh and nod.

-

Gar Logan:

You and Gar were alone in the Titans Tower, where Gar was struggling to stay in his human form. He was incredibly upset (you didn't know why) and his intense emotions were causing him to shapeshift into an animal, which he was trying to prevent.

"Y/N.. You need to.. go," he whispers, his voice strained as he tries to fight against the transformation. Concern etched across your face, you refuse to leave his side. You assure him, "Gar, I'm not leaving you alone like this."

You try to reach out to touch his trembling hand, but before you can make contact, Gar involuntarily shifts into a green tiger. In his tiger form, Gar loses control and accidentally swipes at you with his claws. The scratch isn't too deep, but it's enough to draw blood and sting, causing you to step back in shock. Gar, now more distressed, manages to regain control, turning back into his human form as he apologizes frantically.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm so sorry. I- I lost control. I didn't mean to hurt you," he stammered, rushing to your side, panic etched across his face.

You assess the scratch on your arm, trying to downplay the pain, not wanting to make him feel worse. "Gar, it's okay. It wasn't your fault. Besides, it doesn't even hurt that bad."

Gar, tormented by guilt, searches for a first aid kit in the Tower. As he tends to your wound, you insist that it wasn't his fault, attempting to calm him in his distressed state. While Gar is patching up your wound, you notice a mixture of guilt and fear in his eyes. You gently take his hand and reassure him, "Gar, accidents happen. Don't blame yourself." Despite your comforting words, Gar remains visibly distraught, haunted by the fear of potentially causing you harm again.

-

Conner Kent:

Conner had just returned from a mission with the Titans. He looked exhausted but relieved as he walked through the door. You greeted him with a warm smile, knowing how tiring his superhero responsibilities could be.

As Conner hugged you, his thoughts wandered to what happened during the mission. He started to get lost in his thoughts, and his strength momentarily slipped out of his control. He squeezed you too tightly, causing you to wince as the force of the hug became too much. You were left in a little pain, and probably with a bruise. Conner looked concerned as you pulled away, realising what he had just done.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I don't know what happened. I started thinking about the mission and then I just..." Conner rambled, trying to explain and apologize to you. But you interrupted him and said, "Conner, it's okay. I know you didn't mean to. Don't worry about it." No matter how much you try to reassure Conner, however, he still feels guilty and blames himself for hurting you, even if it was accidental.

For the next couple of weeks, he's extra careful around you and way more gentle. He also tries to find ways to make it up to you; he doesn't need to though because you know he didn't mean to do what he did.

-

Hank Hall:

You and Hank had been watching a football match on TV together, enjoying the rare day off. As Hank headed to the kitchen to grab you both a drink and some snacks, an idea sparked in your mind. You decided you were going to scare him; it was a fairly innocent idea.

Within a couple of seconds, you start to tiptoe after him, planning to playfully surprise him. You just wanted to see his reaction so you could make fun of him if he screamed like a girl (you never know, he might). As you reach the kitchen door, you take a deep breath, preparing to unleash your surprise.

However, as you sneak up behind him and scream, Hank's reflexes kick in. In an instant, he spins around, his combat instincts taking over. Before either of you can even realise what's happening, his hand shoots out and strikes you right in the face. A gasp escapes your lips as you feel the sudden impact.

Time seems to freeze for a moment as you both register what just happened. Hank's eyes widen in shock and horror as he sees you wince from the unintentional blow. Concern fills Hank's eyes as he drops whatever he is holding in his hands, rushing to your side. "Oh fuck, babe, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" he blurts out, panic evident in his voice.

You hold your nose, pretty sure you have a nosebleed. "I'm... okay." As the initial shock wears off, you can't help but let out a nervous laugh. "At least now we know that your instincts are top-notch," you quip, trying to lighten the mood despite the pain you're feeling. You move your hand away from your face, revealing a trickle of blood from your nose. Hank winces, guilt written all over his face.

He quickly grabs a tissue from the nearby counter, handing it to you with a mix of concern and remorse in his eyes. "I didn't mean to... I just thought..." Hank stammers, struggling to find the right words to express his regret. You take the tissue and give him a reassuring smile, realizing it was just an unfortunate accident.

"It's okay, Hank. It was my idea to scare you like that so if anything, it's my fault," you say, dabbing at your nose. Despite the pain, you can't help but appreciate the genuine worry in his eyes.

-

Kory Anders:

You and the Titans were preparing for another battle against an intimidating villain who was threatening the city of San Francisco. You were standing by Kory's side, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. Tonight, the stakes were higher than ever before. The villain, known as Mother Mayhem, was ready to unleash chaos upon the city. Kory's eyes were glowing with determination as she walked towards the impending threat. You followed closely, aware of the danger that awaited you.

As the confrontation continues, Mother Mayhem launches a devastating attack that catches both you and Kory off guard. In a moment of panic, Kory's powers surge uncontrollably, and a burst of energy erupts from her, unintentionally striking you. The impact sends you flying to the ground and pain radiates through your body.

Kory's eyes widen in horror as she realises what just happened. She rushes to your side, leaving the rest of the Titans to deal with the threat. Her concern is evident in every step. "I-I'm so sorry," she stammered, kneeling beside you. "I didn't mean to hurt you." Despite the pain, you manage a weak smile, reaching out to reassure her. "It's okay, Kory. Accidents happen. Besides, we have a more important matter at hand," you say, referring to the villain you're currently fighting.

"I promise, I'll control my powers better next time," she vows, gently cradling you in her arms. She then stops to think, unsure of whether you should get back to the fight in your condition. "Are you sure you want to fight? I don't think that's the best idea for you right now, Y/N."

You nod, determination flickering in your eyes despite the pain. "I'll be fine, Kory. Just a little shaken, but I can still help. We need to stop her before things get worse." Reluctantly, Kory lets you go, her worry etched across her face. She stands up, taking a moment to make sure you're stable before rejoining the battle. 

-

Donna Troy:

You and Donna were strolling through through the dimly lit alleyways of the city. As you turned a corner, a group of menacing thugs emerged from the shadows, surrounding you both. Donna's grip on your hand tightened instinctively as she stepped forward, ready to defend you from the impending threat.

Donna's eyes narrow, her instincts kicking in. She swiftly reaches for her lasso, the golden glow illuminating the dark alley. But you find yourself in the line of fire without even noticing. A sudden movement from one of the thugs causes you to stumble, and in an attempt to protect you, Donna swings her lasso with lightning speed. However, the unexpected jolt of the situation results in her accidentally striking you instead of the intended target.

Time seems to slow as the golden rope wraps around you, the energy coursing through your body. A surge of pain shoots through your veins, and you gasp as the unexpected impact takes you by surprise. Donna's eyes widen in horror as she realises her mistake, immediately releasing the lasso. The thugs seem to take this as a chance to run and escape. Stunned and in pain, you stagger backwards, clutching the area where the lasso struck you. Donna rushes to your side, her concern evident in her eyes. "Fuck. Y/N, I'm so sorry," she murmurs, her voice filled with regret.

As Donna checks on you, you assure her that you're okay, though the pain still lingers. The two of you decide to go back to her apartment to assess the situation and tend to your injuries. Donna's guilt is palpable, but you understand it was an accident in the heat of the moment. Together, you make your way back, Donna keeping a protective arm around you.

-

[loveandmurders]

Finally found you - Part V (Bo Sinclair x f!reader x Vincent Sinclair)

Hi everyone, I keep posting for this soulmate AU in which the twins share the same girl. Part 1 and part 2 were focused on the meeting.

I recently posted part 3 and part 4. This is the finale part.

Hope you'll enjoy <3

Warnings: no proof reading, a few strong words, a little bit of angst, mentions of blood, dead bodies, panic attack, nausea, obsessive!twins,

When you reached your flat, you simply let the three men know you had safely arrived. You wished them a good night and thanked them for the week spent with them. They were quite relieved you were all good.

You still went to bed with a heavy heart: you were sad to be apart from them, but more cruelly, you were upset that your soulmates didn’t trust you with their secrets. You were feeling a little ashamed even, wondering what you did for them to keep things from you. 

However, you were so exhausted that you fell asleep pretty quickly and you happily welcomed the darkness engulfing you.

On the next morning, when you woke up, you already had messages coming from your soulmates. You couldn’t deny that it made your heart flutter.

“Hello beautiful, hope ya slept well away from Ambrose. I know I couldn’t ‘cause ya weren’t there and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hear your laughter before a little while. Yeah already missin ya pretty badly here. Call me whenever ya’ve got some time, I’d love to hear your voice” Bo sent you

“Hi Y/N, this week with you was amazing and I truly hope to have you home very soon. The place feels very empty without you. Have a good day and never hesitate from asking us anything. We all are more than happy to be there for you, no matter what. You are so important to me.” Vincent wrote to you

It appeased you a little bit and you happily replied to them.

If the twins were always quick to answer their phone for one another, they were now practically glued to it. Lester teased them quite often about it, and the twins could only shrug and look away: yes they were wrapped around your little finger, and they couldn’t do anything about it.

True to their overprotective and obsessive nature, they checked on you pretty much all the time. They quickly worried whenever they weren’t getting an answer from you. You even decided to create a group chat, so they wouldn’t get jealous when you were answering one of them before the other.

Even if it was a little bit overwhelming, it also reassured you that they loved you and wanted you to be part of their world. 

Without the twins knowing, you also called Lester quite a few times. You really enjoyed each other and he apologised to you about the secrets that Ambrose held. He wished he could tell you the truth and you truly hoped the twins would soon do so. You always told him he didn’t have to apologize to you. Lester also warned you that the twins were planning on calling you one evening to try and convince you to come back to Ambrose.

Which they did. You answered your phone when you saw Bo was calling you:

“Hey, what’s up?” you hummed

“Hey, love. I’m with Vinny. We wanted to hear your voice so badly” Bo smoothly told you and you smiled while rolling your eyes at his antics

“That’s sweet of you two. I’m glad to hear you too, it’s been a while”

“For sure! A phone call doesn’t feel enough though…”

“Oh yeah?”

“Maybe ya could come back home soon, that way ya’d hear us a lot more and we’d more than happy to be able to take care of you once again” Bo cheekily replied

“You’re just calling me to get me back to Ambrose” you hummed

“Back home, hon” Bo corrected “But yes. Aren’t ya missin’ us?”

“I’m missing you, yes” you admitted

“But?” Bo asked as he exchanged a worried look with Vincent

“I don’t know how to say it without sounding harsh, but my home can’t be a place where my soulmates lie to me. If I come back, we need to address whatever is going on in Ambrose” you told them

You were met by silence for a little while; you were certain the twins were telepathically talking and debating about what to do.

“Bo? Vince?” you called out

“Sorry, love. Look… Come back home and we’ll find a solution all together, yes?” Bo offered

“I’ll think about it, boys. I’m sorry I need to go, but we’ll keep in touch” you replied before hanging up.

You debated a lot with yourself about coming back to Ambrose or not. Luckily for the twins, you were deeply missing them.

So after a few hours, you agreed to take some days off before the end of the month and to spend some more time in Ambrose. The two men were concerned you wouldn’t want to come back - and they would have needed to hunt you down - so they were very excited about the news. 

That night you admitted to Lester that you hadn’t started to look for a job around Ambrose yet because of all the secrets surrounding the twins. Lester asked you to not say a word to the twins about it and that he was going to keep trying to convince them to tell you the truth. He explained to you that they were afraid of losing you.

But how could they lose you, when you were their soulmate? You just wanted to be fully part of their world, and truly you couldn’t think of anything that would tear you apart from them. 

It seemed that destiny was there to help once again. In a twisted way, maybe, but at least you were able to quickly understand that your soulmates weren’t just dangerous people, but also killers.

You arrived in Ambrose a little earlier than you anticipated and you hadn’t thought of warning the twins about it, because of the excitement; you wanted it to be a surprise. 

So when you arrived, you found two dead bodies by Bo’s shop.

You felt nauseous, and scared. You couldn’t breathe normally for a little while. You were completely lost. You had no idea what to do. In another situation, you would have called the cops, of course you would have. But deep down, you knew you couldn’t, for your soulmates’ sake. You were on the verge of a panic attack.

You were terrified for Bo and Vincent. You didn’t dare scream their names - or maybe you couldn’t because of the shock. You needed to find them. You needed to call them, or Lester. You clumsily took your phone out of your bag but your hands were shaking too badly for you to use it.

You jumped when you heard a gunshot. It was coming from the House of Wax, you were sure of it. And somehow, it snapped you out of it. Your soulmates might be in danger. Your soulmates might need you.

Why would you care if they were murderers when they were yours?

So you ran to the House of Wax, without thinking, adrenaline pumping into your veins. When you arrived there, another dead body was lying on the ground. Next to it, a gun was abandoned. You took it and the weight of it grounded you a little bit.

You entered the museum and found the twins and Lester in front of two more people. One of them was aiming at Vincent and the other one was sitting on the floor, holding a wounded stomach. He was bleeding a lot. The one holding the gun was screaming at the brothers to stay away from them or he would shoot them.

The brothers didn’t move, quickly thinking. They weren’t going to take the chance of one of them getting hurt, but they needed to act before you would arrive. That was what they thought until they heard your voice.

“Put the gun down” you screamed at the man, aiming at Vincent, at your soulmate.

The man got startled and looked away from the brothers for a few instants so the twins took the advantage and jumped on him. They easily overpowered him while Lester jogged to you. He gently took the gun from you and checked on you, worried about your reaction. Before his brothers could ask him, he guided you out of the House of Wax and to their home.

After that, everything went by in a blur. 

Soon enough both the twins were sitting in front of you at the kitchen table, while you were sipping on some cold water. They were still covered in blood. They had agreed they couldn’t waste any more time before talking with you. It was really not how they had wanted to greet you and they were terrified, especially when your face wasn’t showing any emotion.

“Look, love” Bo started but you cut him off

“You’re killers, of course you’re killers.” you mumbled, more to yourself “It all makes sense now. Sort of”

“And you’ve got nothing to worry about.” Vincent quickly signed and Bo translated

“No?” you hummed

“Of course not, baby. Ya’re our girl. Ya’re safe with us, we’ll always take good care of ya.” Bo tried to reassure you and both the twins took one of your hands.

“Why are you killing people?” you asked as you tilted your head to the side

“For the House of Wax” Bo quickly answered “Love, ya don’t wanna know the details, not now and not like that. We’ll do our best to keep ya away from this. We just need ya to keep lovin’ us and…” Bo trailed off

“And what?” you wondered

“And to not run away from us” Bo finished and they both squeezed your hands

You nodded. Their eyes were helding so much concern and despair. It was obvious they were so scared they were about to lose what they could have with you. It wasn’t about losing you, because you could tell those men would lock you up if they had to, but they didn’t want that. They wanted you to be in Ambrose on your own accord, to feel home there and to not be afraid of them.

You were calm now, and you were eager to give them what they wanted. You found out that now the shock was gone, you couldn’t find in yourself to care about the dead people. You only cared about your family, your soulmates.

“You’re my soulmates, I’ll never run away from you. Or from your business” you replied “I’m just glad you didn’t kill me when I first arrived here.” you added “And I’m glad there is no more secret between us. I know I’m safe here now, I know that Ambrose is my home.” you smiled.

The twins sighed in relief.

They realised they shouldn’t have had to worry about you. You were their mate so you had to be as crazy as them.

You had to be perfect.

And you truly were.

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Masterlist

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Taglist for this series : @misspendragonsworld

(I can make taglists for all my works or for slasher(s) in particular, you just need to let me know you're interested)

[butterfwiesndinorawrs]

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Hi everybunny! My name is Bo and I have a passion to help others grow! My friend Ms. Spark has the same passion to help but with her own spark and flare of art. Our human Misky has studied holistic healing and art/play therapy techniques for years and we've picked up a thing or two here and there. This is our opportunity to share what we've learned along our trails.

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Identifying emotions in the body:

Have you ever noticed how sometimes our emotions show up in our bodies or how we can identify exactly where an emotion may "sit" within our bodies? Like how anxiety can give you a headache, or anger can make your tummy hurt as a few examples.. This is normal and emotions "sit" in different places of the body for different situations and for different people. It can be helpful to identify emotions and where they are in your own body so you can take the proper steps to address those emotions.

Doing this activity is easy, you need to draw something that represents you. That can be a physical shape of your body, or a simple shape or really anything you want that helps you identify this as your own body. Once you have your "body", identify the main emotion you're feeling and assign that emotion a color. Next you give that emotion a form where it sits in your body. This means drawing what it looks like or feels like to you. There are no wrong answers here. All of your emotions and how they interact with your body are valid. Afterward you find a solution that may help benefit the emotion and if possible that part of the body. Look to the examples below for a better idea of this activity.

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Examples:

We'll start with Misky's.

Feeling anxiety in the mind and the color chosen was a mix between purple and brown. Misky chose the mixed color because it suited the cause of anxiety, a mix of reasons. The form chosen was a ball of swirls to represent chaos. On the other side the intended outcome was a peaceful feeling in the mind so Misky decided to meditate.

After meditating Misky felt lighter and represented that with wings. Her mind felt more clear and she chose yellow beams to represent that. Misky also discovered her heart felt happier so she drew a heart to symbolize that as well.

Bo Bunny was feeling sadness in his heart so he chose to watch funny bunny videos. Afterward his heart felt happy, represented by the smiling heart. He laughed a lot which he drew with a big open smile and laugh lines coming out and he had stars in his eyes over the bunnies so he drew those as well.

Ms. Spark was feeling angry and she felt that in her tummy and it showed in her facial expressions. She decided to have a healthy snack and go for a run to get that access anger energy out. Afterward her tummy felt better, her facial expressions were more relaxed and she noticed her mind was more clear too so she added something to symbolize that as well.

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Reflection:

If you would like to take this a step further you can journal about this. Some promts you could use are:

What emotion was I feeling and what caused it?

Where did that emotion sit within my body?

The activity I choose to help overcome the emotion was...

Other activities I can try would be...

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Final Thoughts:

Your drawings don't have to be perfect. This isn't about making the next masterpiece (it's okay if you do though) the point of using art in a therapeutic setting is not about having a "pretty" outcome. It's about processing emotions in ways the brain cannot do so alone. We hope you find this activity helpful. Remember you can do this activity with any emotion, the examples here are just ideas to help guide you in your own activity. If you are open to sharing and showing your drawing we would love to see and hear about it! You can reblog and add your drawing, make your own post and tag this blog or you can submit to this blog if you'd like. Until next time be kind to yourself, be patient with yourself and show yourself lots and lots of love, you deserve it!

-Bo Bunny and Ms. Spark 💙🐰🧡

[kidstemplatte]

papas reacting to fnaf

this is so silly but i’m a diehard fnaf fan. also i started thinking about the parallels between the afton and emeritus family and got rlly emotional LMAO. please enjoy teehee

primo

-you’re sitting at your computer, losing your fucking mind. why is night 4 so hard???

“let me try.” he says.

-you know he won’t get far, bless his heart, but you’ll let him give it a shot.

-little do you know, he’s an absolute BEAST

-he takes a seat at your desk and starts clicking.

so i… stop them?”

“yeah. just don’t let them get into the office.”

“the power’s going down.”

“yeah, when you use the cameras, turn on the lights, or use the doors, it’ll go down. then it’s game over.”

he nods.

-he’s weirdly quiet, clicking away, until you suddenly hear the joyous chimes indicating he’s survived until 6 am.

“is that all?” he goes.

-your mouth is literally agape, you’re in shock.

-it doesn’t scare him at all

-he starts playing the game at his office whenever he needs a break. doesn’t flinch.

-lowkey sheds a tear at henry’s speech.

-he doesn’t like security breach, he prefers the repetitiveness of the old games

-he takes the lore very seriously, like it’s a piece of fine literature LOL

-the story of the afton family is heartbreaking to him and he relates to it a tad </3

-his favorite game is the OG and his favorite character is freddy. he’s a simple man.

secondo

-“this is stupid. what am i supposed to- FUCK! SATANAS! STAI INDIETRO, CREATURA DISGOSTA!”

-he clears his throat.

“i was caught off guard.”

-he doesn’t want to watch the lore videos at first because he thinks it’s “childish” but soon is sucked in.

-watches the lore videos with you and is specifically fascinated with william aftons character.

-he likes kids so he’s immediately disgusted by the cruelty of his actions

-he makes it his life’s mission to unpack the psychology of william afton

-his favorite is fnaf 4, he likes the nightmare designs

-HATES BALLOON BOY. wants to punch him in the face.

-he’s not very good at the games and curses so loudly when he plays because he’s so determined to make it through the night 😭

terzo

-“five nights at freddy’s? why are you spending the night with freddy and not me?”😏

-terzo hates mascots so he’s already scared shitless.

-when he plays the game he talks to himself like a maniac.

“no. stay, bunny. do not move. you too, bear. WHERE DID THE CHICKEN COME FROM? no, let’s NOT eat- eat by yourself, chicken!”

-loses his mind at the jumpscares, screams like a little girl.

-but he’s so interested in the complexity of the lore

-terzo goes down internet rabbit holes late at night LMAO so he’s more than willing to watch lore videos with you

-bro had to do a double take when he saw toy chica💀

-“purple man? he has good taste, no?”

immediately takes it back when he finds out what his deal is

-hums the theme song while he’s at work.

-his favorite game is fnaf 2 (and it has nothing to do with toy chica)

copia

-take a shot every time i say this on my account:

copia is a big fat dork.

(but we all are too, and we love him for it)

-he doesn’t understand it’s scary at first. aww, look at the bear! clicks freddy’s nose on the poster over and over. “boing! boing! boing! boing! boing!”

-but as soon as he checks the cameras he’s like OH. i see what this is.

-he gets so stressed playing the game LMAO

-when you introduce him to the lore he’s so fascinated and deeply invested. it rattles his brain but he can’t get enough.

-the next morning after you watch a video with him he has deep eye bags. you find out he stayed up all night watching lore videos.

-soon he’s a diehard fan. he keeps merch in his office beside his comics and other collectibles.

-his favorite game is pizzeria simulator because he loves the non-scary part 😭

-he loves foxy because he’s “misunderstood”🥺

-and mangle, thinks it’s sad how the kids took her apart and put her back together :,(

-has all the plushies LOL

[filialdisciple]

tangcheong au where the tang elders set up an arrange marriage for their dark saint to make sure he doesn't run off and become part of another sect.

they want his power to remain with the tang and be used FOR the tang so they find a suitable marriage partner for him.

when he hears of the potential marriage, chung myung absolutely laughs off the idea.

tang bo agreeing to settle with some random girl? TANG BO?

Absolutely ridiculous.

He can't wait to meet up with Tang Bo again and hear him whine and talk trash about his family.

"They're really serious about it this time, hyung..."

Chung Myung doesn't know what to make of the unsmiling expression Tang Bo's face fell into when Chung Myung brought the topic up.

"I think...hm...."

Chung Myung doesn't know why his body suddenly felt cold all over. His eyes fell onto the tea that Tang Bo held.

Tang Bo absently swirls the drink around as an unsual tense silence fell between the two of them.

The liquid's swirling motion mirrored the emotions moving quickly through Tang Bo's eyes.

Chung Myung let out a snort that felt out of place, "Why are you thinking so hard about it? We both know you're going to reject it anyway."

Tang Bo looks up and catches his eye. He gives Chung Myung a long, searching look.

And if he really was trying to look for something in Chung Myung...

Tang Bo didn't find it.

"I'm—"

"We both know you're going to reject it, right?"

Chung Myung doesn't understand why he felt such a strong wave of emotion—why he was being so insistent about this.

Tang Bo drinks his tea in one go as if it were a cup of alcohol. His laugh rings oddly in Chung Myung's ears.

"I agreed to it."

"You..."

Tang Bo shrugs. "It was a good match."

"Since when have you ever cares about good matches?" Chung Myung asks, more accusatorily that he thought it would sound. "You've never cared about the Tang Family's orders before. Why care now?"

"We're getting old, hyung. Haven't you ever thought about settling down?"

Yes, Chung Myung doesn't want to admit, didn't you promise we would at the end of the war?

If Tang Bo meant it as a joke, Chung Myung didn't want to be seen as the idiot who took it seriously.

Why was Chung Myung even making such a big deal out of this in the first place?

Marriage wasn't going to stop their friendship. They could still hang around. It wasn't going to stop him from occassionally dropping by the Tang Estate when he was in town.

It wasn't a big deal.

But then Chung Myung thinks about Tang Bo asking to leave early because he had a wife to go home to.

He thinks about Tang Bo telling him he can't go outside Sichuan because his wife wanted him to stay.

He thinks about Tang Bo refusing a spar because his pregnant wife needed him.

Chung Myung never realized how possessive he could get with his friends. Would he act the same if Chung Jin or Chung Mun got married?

....he doesn't think so, but he doesn't think any deeper because of the unreadable look Tang Bo was giving him.

Chung Myung doesn't read too much into his sudden wish that they were drinking alcohol instead of tea.

"Never thought I'd even see the day that the Tang Dark Saint would allow himself to be a kept man."

Chung Myung tries giving Tang Bo an ugly expression, but the way his face twisted and stretched felt uncomfortably stiff and just wrong.

Tang Bo didn't seem to realize though as he turned his attention back to swirling his tea.

Tang Bo wore a small smile on his face that, if they weren't talking about an event like a wedding, Chung Myung would say looked a bit sad.

Chung Myung, with a grin that felt too tight on his lips, clinked his cup against Tang Bo's.

"Congratulations, Tang Bo."

"Thank you, hyung."

[julieee404]

Kinktober day twenty!!

Potion-induced passion.

❥ Sex pollen, Praise kink ❥ Draco Malfoy

POV: You accidentally drank a lust potion which wasn't meant for you. Now however you can't seem to get out of the heat. After doing some research you found out that the only way to stop it was to fuck. Luckily you have a best friend who doesn't mind helping you out.

Trigger warnings: Lust potion, Unprotected sex, swear words, P in V,

Today in potion class, we were brewing amortentia. It was a powerful love potion, but with some modifications, it was an even more powerful lust potion. Snape explained this to us: We weren't allowed to take any of the potion with us, as we are often allowed to do.

Some Gryffindors however obviously did it anyway. At the next class the Gryffindor put it into Pansy her water bottle, neither of us noticing since we were focussing on a plant that didn't want to coöperate.

"Pans can I borrow your water? Mine is empty?" I asked her. She nodded her head yes. That was how I came to drink the potion.

In the beginning, I didn't feel anything, but slowly as it later in the day I kept getting hotter and more uncomfortable. After supper, it had progressed so much that the only thing I could focus on was the lust and desire I felt.

Trying to get myself off didn't work, I came but it didn't lessen the feeling nor did it scratch the itch I needed. So I decided to do some research in the library.

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Walking back from the library I was going over the two options I had, not happy with either of them. Draco was walking infront of me towards the Slytherin dorms.

I hesitated but sighed giving in "Draco wait up" I called out running to catch up with him. He looked at me and gave me a small smile "Hey love." He said using another nickname.

"I have a problem," I said softly.

His eyebrows scrunched in confusion "What kind of problem."

I sighed softly "I accidentally drank a modified amortentia potion so a lust potion." His eyes widened in surprise and concern. Modified amortentia was the most powerful potion in the world.

"We need to get you to madam pomfrey." He said taking my hand and going to lead me to the hospital wing.

I shook my head no "What do you mean no?" He asked me confused. "Well I did some research in the library and there are two ways to solve this, a slow and a fast way. The slow way is an antidote but it'll take around 48 hours to take effect and I'm already going crazy."

He turned more concerned and I continued talking "The other way is by this feeling being sated by physical touch." His eyes widened and I saw him going to protest.

"Please Draco please, I can't think straight," I said beggingly gripping his arm, nails digging into his arm. He looked at me with a sad and concerned look in his eyes.

I stepped closer to him. "Please Draco. It hurts" I said softly eyes looking up at him pleadingly. My eyes were dark with need and desire.

He took a deep breath, curling his hands into fists, he was still fighting this idea inside of his head, afraid that this wasn't what I truly wanted.

I reached up putting my trembling hand on his chest, and his resolve began to crumble. "Love..." He said his voice low and uncertain. "Please" I begged my voice breaking as I pressed closer against him, my hands gripping onto his shirt like a lifeline.

I gasped as he growled and grabbed my wrist pressing my back against the wall. My body tingled though searching and aching for the relief I so desperately needed.

He spoke his voice rough but with a hint of desire. "You don't know what your asking for." I looked into his eyes "Yes I do please Draco, I need you, I need you to make it stop." I begged desperately.

Something inside of him snapped and he closed the distance, capturing my lips in a heated and bruising kiss. I let out a moan and immediately kissed him back, my body arching into his seeking more. Needing more.

He lifted me up and quickly walked into his dorm, pressing me against the closed door. His hands roamed over my body.

He pushed me back against the bed, our lips never parting from each other as we continued to kiss each other. I let out a gasp as we fell onto the bed. I pulled at his clothes, needing him.

Draco obliged and quickly shed his robes and shirt. My hands went back to touching him, roaming over his naked chest.

He let out a groan as I pressed my body closer to his, grinding my hips against him, seeking anything that could give me relief. "Are you sure?" He asked me.

I let out a gasp "Yes, please please please I need you." I whispered against his lips. He growled and kissed me again, quickly working on getting me naked.

A gasp left my mouth as his hands skimmed over my bare skin, now completely trembling in anticipation.

His touch was gentle as he slid his hands between my thighs, making me moan softly. I was completely soaked already, my body more than ready for him. He however took his time, teasing me and drawing out my pleasure until I could do nothing but gasp his name and hold onto him tightly.

He finally lined up with my entrance and pushed into me. I arched off of the bed and a cry left my mouth. I needed more though, quickly wrapping my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper.

Draco groaned loudly, the feeling of my tight, and wet pussy overwhelming. He set a slow and steady pace, rolling his hips into mine with practised precision.

It still wasn't enough though "Hader please." I begged wanting a release so bad. Needing a release.

His movements became frantic, desperate chasing both of our highs.

I let out moan after moan as he slammed into me making me cum around him. He didn't stop, he kept fucking me through my high and even when I came down he didn't stop.

He was chasing his own high and my second, knowing I still needed more even though I could feel the effects of the potion slipping away.

My nails raked down his back, and he sped up his thrusts, slamming into me harder and faster. Tension coiled in my stomach, tight and hot.

I moaned his name loudly as he came inside of me with a guttural groan. I followed him moments later, my body convulsing around him as he cried out my name.

My legs were trembling as I clung to him.

For a few moments after that, the only sound in the room was our ragged breathing. He then slowly pulled away collapsing onto the bed beside me.

My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, feeling relief, and not feeling the awful effects of the potion.

He looked over at me, my eyes were closed and a satisfied but tired smile was tugging at my lips. "Are you okay?" He asked me his voice a bit breathless.

I opened my eyes and looked at him lovingly. "Yes, thank you so much, Draco," I said softly curling into his chest.

He didn't respond, but the look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know.

Kinktober masterlist 2024 

[highfantasy-soul]

omg this tension with Evan and his character arc this season is sooo juicy!!!!

spoilers for episode 9 of mismag season 2

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

At some point, the tension is going to break and I really really hope the entire pilot program sits Evan on his ass and, since he's so concerned about people being plain with their speech, gives it to him like it is. How he's being so SHIT to his friends and at every opportunity spitting in their faces and calling them liars.

My jaw was on the GROUND when they went back to piss-berg and he accused the Quoli (spelling - who knows spelling??) of being purposefully obtuse about why he gave Evan the book and what his sad expression meant. Evan took it as "Evan's life will permanently be so sad and pathetic" and when confronted, the Quoli explained that wasn't the reason, Evan wanted answers and the book has what Evan had wanted when last he came to the island - but the whole reason the Quoli looked sad was inappropriate to tell Evan.

Like, the Quoli straight up said 'Evan, your emotional healing and self-realization has got to come from you - you can't get that shit handed to you by an outside force' and Evan threw a little tantrum.

What really made my jaw drop was when in response to Evan claiming the Quoli thought his life was all super sad and pathetic, the Quoli LOOKED TO THE OTHERS to ask if they thought Evan's depiction of his life was accurate. The others staunchly and firmly said 'no, we don't see Evan's life as just a sad, pathetic never ending cycle of depression - that's not who he is' - the Quoli looked to Evan and asked 'Do you really need ME to explain to you what your friends already know? (and just told you) or do you trust that with more time, you'll understand it for yourself?' (again, telling him - yo, you can't fast track emotional healing, but you got a whole ass support system here for you. To quote Bo Burnham: the love has got to come from YOU)

And EVAN'S RESPONSE WAS: "I don't like you. There could be clarity here and there's not. I'm not sure if that's your fault or just the nature of the world but either way, I don't have to be in a good mood about the imposition of mystery on someone who's just looking for answers."

My jaw DROPPED

Evan just heard his friends give clear and direct answers to the question he was asking and he TOLD THEM TO SHUT THE FUCK UP - THEIR THOUGHTS MEAN NOTHING, THEY DON'T KNOW SHIT AND HE WANTS A GOAT TO TELL HIM WHAT TO FEEL!!!!!!

He's claiming there's mystery and a lack of clarity but EVAN IS THE ONLY ONE OBSCURING HIS VISION!!!!

You can bring a horse to water but you for sure can't make him listen to his friends when they tell him point blank the answer to his question!

If I was Jammer, I wouldn't have just asked Evan if he was ready to go, I would have grabbed that motherfucker by the collar and drug his ass out of there and he'd be getting the cold shoulder for A WHILE

I really hope that's where his character arc is going because I get heated every time Evan insists his friends are shit and liars and 'no, no, they don't understand, I'm the most specialist boy in the whole wide world and my sadness is everything that defines and and I'm going to pretend to hate it, but every time my friends counter it, I'll ignore them and tell them they're stupid liars and retreat back into my comfortable sad boi aura that makes me feel special.'

Like, at some point, something's gotta break, right? I know K has the most to lay out for Evan in that department, but I kinda hope Jammer is right there with them because I don't think Evan will listen to K at all - he'll dismiss her as just a jilted lover who's opinion is the least among the group.

I know it's an improv show and there's no guarantee everything will pay off, but I think it'll be really good if they're able to fit it in.

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Obviously, this isn't me dogging on Brennan and his choices while playing the game - it's a very VERY compelling and realistic look at the difficult healing journey that people who have gone through (or gone through similar) what Evan has might take.

What I will say though, on a serious note, is that if you find yourself in a relationship with someone who behaves the way Evan does, take care of yourself. Just because they've suffered unimaginable trauma doesn't mean it's ok for them to abuse you. Even if that abuse stems from their trauma, you do not have to accept being treated like that.

You cannot help someone who doesn't want to be helped. You cannot force them to drink the tonic you offer them, accept the help you give, or believe what reassurances you give them.

You cannot tell them how to view themselves - even if you think it's helping them see themselves how you believe they truly are. The belief HAS to come from them, you can't do their emotional labor for them (though many will try to make you and then have you blame yourself when it doesn't work).

Of course leave room for love and meeting people where they are, but trauma does not excuse abuse - you are not a bad person for stepping away from someone who is hurting you even if they're hurting, too.