#well. that’s for me to find out eventually. maybe. or maybe not

[monzabee]

Ok so this is my first time requesting so sorry if it’s not like to detailed but I’d say like a story where you and Lando live together and you eventually start liking each other but he doesn’t know you like him and like you see him and a girl and immediately like “omg he does NOT like me😔” so you go with your friend like to a bar or club not sure and meet someone(could be Charles or Carlos)

And the you end up liking him and then he takes you to your house and Lando is waiting for you and then sees (one of them) and then gets upset and starts asking like were have you been blah blah .Then you eventually say you liked him but you know it didn’t if he had liked someone else and then he’s like no I liked you and then it comes to a fluff or angst ending.(again I’m sorry first time requesting 😭❗️

the roommate experiment – ln4

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Summary: The one where Lando doesn’t like his roommate, not one bit—this is a complete lie.  

Pairing: lando norris x reader

Word Count:  3.8k

Warnings: fluff, arguing (a lot), feeelings, jealous, i can’t remember but maybe cursing?  

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! let me tell you one thing—this fic is VINTAGE at this point, and i'm not even kidding😭 this took me a very long time to finish, and it was a journey, and i do apologise for that, but hey—at least it’s here!!! let's all celebrate some good vibes for lando norris who is leading the championship, and hopefully i can get through rest of the requests on my list. i hope you guys enjoy and feedback is always appreciated. also, my requests are open! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee 

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One second Lando is on the podium in Miami, getting his first win, being absolutely on top of the world and partying until he doesn’t remember his name. Then, suddenly, he is back in his apartment in Monte Carlo, his mother sitting on the couch beside him as she explains how the daughter of a close family friend will be staying him for the foreseeable future. He thinks, for a moment, whether he is still hungover or not, or maybe he’s dreaming, because there is absolutely no way he’s going to be sharing his apartment with you. 

“Absolutely not,” he shakes his head, hands cutting through the air to emphasise his point. “Why am I the one stuck with her? She’s not a child.” 

“I’m not saying she’s a child,” his mother points out, “I’m saying that she needs a place to stay during her internship, and you have an extra room. She’s your friend, Lando, stop acting like you don’t like her.”  

With a finger pointed at his mother, “I’m not saying I don’t like her,” Lando explains, “all I’m saying is that I don’t think either of us could be fine with living each other. You saw the last time we had an argument; do you want it to be like that every single day?” 

No, she thinks, I absolutely do not, as his mother thinks of the thrashed-up villa that your families had rented out for a holiday and shakes her head to get rid of the imagine. “Well, she’s coming, so be nice to her and try not to obliterate your apartment, darling.” 

“Mum, I just won my first race, is this how you want me the remember the best day of my life ending its high?” Lando tilts his head, giving his mom the best puppy eyes he can.  

He thinks for a second that he manages to get through her, but then, she straightens up, gives him a small kiss on the forehead and starts walking through the door as she yells, “Don’t forget to bring out the guest towels!” 

And as he slumps down onto the couch, his mind goes back to the fact that just over twenty-four hours ago, he was back in Miami, partying after his first win. 

Staying at Lando’s apartment in Monte Carlo wasn’t your first, second or last choice for an accommodation if you’re being a hundred percent honest. Alas, you find yourself at his apartment, bags in hand, busy returning the look of disdain behind his mother’s back to match the look he gives you himself. She has somehow convinced your mother, who practically forced you to take her gracious offer, that this is a good idea. “You’ll get along splendidly,” she assures you all, including herself, “you are not little kids who fight because of everything anymore.”  

Oh, little did she know. 

The first hour you’re there, Lando makes a point of complaining of how many boxes you have, as if you were not in the process of moving your entire life to another country, and that you are to, under any circumstances, display any of your ‘girly’ things out in his ‘bachelor pad’. You decide to take the high road with that second one and opt for an eyeroll as you drag your suitcase into your room to unpack. The look he gives you behind your back? Priceless. And you only know how he looks because of the strategically placed mirrors he has on the corridor.  

After a couple of hours, he throws a fuss because you’ve decided to order food. “I’m an athlete,” he points out. “You can’t just order food whenever you want around here.”  

You try taking the high road, you really do, but how can you not egg him on when he is acting like such a petulant child?  

The second argument occurs when Lando has a few friends over a couple of days later, and you wander into the kitchen in your loungewear—which doesn’t make any sense, because you can’t see what’s so scandalous about a pair of shorts and a tank top, but he insists that you cannot be hanging around his friend wearing ‘almost nothing’. You point out that his complaining within itself contradictory because if you are wearing something, then you cannot be wearing almost nothing. He leaves the living room, stomping on his way back to his room, you count it as another argument won. Your mother loses it when you tell her that you’re going to start looking for a place to move out, also reminding her of the fact that living with Lando was supposed to be temporary anyway, but she’s having none of it. 

“Temporary or not, you promised to stick it out until your internship ends,” your mother reminds you sternly over the phone. “And besides, you’ve known Lando your whole life. Surely you can survive a few months without tearing each other apart.” 

“Define ‘tearing each other apart,’” you mutter, earning a long sigh on the other end. 

“Stop being dramatic,” she replies. “Lando isn’t the problem. You both just need to grow up and learn how to live together.” 

You don’t have the energy to argue further, so you reluctantly let the conversation end with a grumbled, “Fine, but if one of us ends up in the hospital, it’s on you.” 

When you think about it, living with Lando is as much as living without Lando. So that’s how your days pass by for a while, at least until Lando has to leave to go racing or back to the UK to go to the Mclaren factory. You fight over everything like cats and dogs, and you are mature enough to admit that coexisting with Lando is not an option. The apartment is eerily quiet when Lando is not there, you realise. That makes sense, since he is not there to bicker with you about anything and everything you do, from the way you breathe to the way you walk. At first, you relish the silence. The absence of Lando’s constant complaints feels like a vacation. No sarcastic quips about your ‘obnoxious’ alarm clock. No eye rolls when you leave your shoes by the door instead of neatly tucking them away.  

No Lando, period. 

But then, as the days stretch on, the quiet begins to weigh on you. Without the petty arguments, the apartment feels almost... lifeless. You catch yourself lingering in the kitchen, half expecting him to appear and critique your choice of breakfast. Or walking past the couch, where you can usually find him lounging with a smug grin, daring you to say something about his feet on the coffee table. It’s unsettling how quickly you’ve grown used to his presence, how much his absence leaves a void. 

You would never admit out loud that there is a teeny tiny chance of you possibly miss having him around, because admitting that would be like handing him a victory he absolutely doesn’t deserve. Lando is already insufferable enough—imagine the endless teasing if he found out you missed him. No, you tell yourself firmly, this is just about the sudden peace and quiet that you are not used to. It has nothing to do with him. But the longer Lando stays away, the harder it becomes to ignore the empty space. You find yourself pacing the apartment, glancing at your phone, half-expecting to see a message from him. Maybe just to poke fun at something you did or complain about something you didn’t even know was an issue. But there’s nothing. Not even a text. 

It’s strange. The whole atmosphere of the apartment is different without his presence. The silence isn’t comforting anymore—it’s just oppressive. It makes you feel a little bit lost, a little bit too aware of the fact that the person who used to drive you crazy is the same person you now seem to miss, even if you won’t admit it. 

You’re standing in the kitchen one afternoon, absentmindedly washing dishes, when the door slams open when Lando is back. He’s dragging his luggage behind him, looking dishevelled but somehow still effortlessly cool. As soon as he steps in, he scans the apartment with that familiar smug grin. “You miss me?” he asks, voice light and teasing, though his eyes are just a little too knowing. 

Your heart skips a beat, and you quickly turn away, trying to hide the fact that you’re actually relieved to see him. “I wouldn’t go that far,” you mutter, scrubbing the plate a little too vigorously. 

Lando laughs, clearly enjoying this. “Sure, sure. You don’t have to admit it. I can tell.” He tosses his keys on the counter and walks into the living room, looking around like he’s just returned to the battlefield.  

“Only in your dreams, Lando.” You can’t stop the eye roll that follows, but you bite back the smile threatening to break through. 

Lando raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by your deflection. “Trust me, darling, you’re doing something very different in my dreams.” 

You freeze for a second, a blush creeping up your neck despite your best efforts to stay unaffected.  

Did he really just say that? 

You turn your back to him, scrubbing the dish a little harder, trying to mask the sudden nervous energy that’s bubbled up in your chest. “Keep dreaming, Lando. I’m not that easy.” 

His laugh follows you, light and teasing. “Oh, I know. But trust me, it’s a pretty good dream.” He drops onto the couch with the same lazy, confident air that he always has, kicking his shoes off and stretching out like he owns the place. You roll your eyes, not wanting to give him any satisfaction, but you can’t help but feel a shift between you two. “I’m going to be a good roommate for a second,” he announces. 

“Oh, yeah?” You scoff, placing down the plate you were scrubbing on the drying rack. “I find that kind of hard to believe, but go on, I guess.” 

Lando smirks, clearly enjoying your scepticism. “No, really. I’m going to invite you out to a party tonight,” he says, leaning back on the couch with that trademark smugness. “My friends are throwing something to celebrate the win. You might as well come with me. You’re already here, and it’ll be good for you to get out of the apartment. Trust me, you’ll love it.” 

You turn to face him, raising an eyebrow. “A party? With your friends?” The idea of spending time with Lando and his crew seems like asking for more arguments, but something in his casual offer piques your interest.  

“Yeah, with my friends,” he confirms, totally unbothered by your hesitation. “It’ll be fun. No arguing, no complaints. Just a good time. You’ll need a little distraction, considering how quiet you’ve been without me.”  

“You’re a saint, Lando,” you laugh softly, drying your hands on the towel next to you, “but I’ll have to pass.” 

Lando’s smirk falters, but only for a moment, before he stands up from the couch, stretching lazily. “Come on,” he says, his tone shifting to a mix of coaxing and playful challenge. “You’re going to pass on the chance to have some fun?” 

You regret your decision to prove Lando wrong, as soon as you step into the club. The bass thrums through the floor, shaking your ribs as lights flicker across the packed club. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and something vaguely expensive—probably Lando’s choice of venue. You’re still not sure why you let him talk you into this. Lando disappears almost immediately, swallowed by a sea of familiar faces, leaving you with a drink in hand and a mild sense of regret. You shouldn’t have come. This was his world, not yours. 

You take a sip of your drink, scanning the room for any excuse to leave early, when a smooth voice pulls your attention. “You look like you’d rather be anywhere but here.” 

You turn, and your stomach flips slightly. Oh. 

Charles Leclerc, dressed effortlessly in a fitted black shirt, his green eyes glinting under the dim lights, is watching you with an amused expression. 

You laugh, shifting on your feet. “Is it that obvious?” 

“Painfully,” he grins, sipping his drink. “Not a fan of the club scene?” 

You shrug. “More like not a fan of being dragged here by a certain someone who insists I need to ‘loosen up.’” 

Charles chuckles knowingly. “Let me guess—Lando?” 

“Bingo.” 

Charles shakes his head, smiling. “Classic.” He leans against the bar, his gaze settling on you like he’s studying you, intrigued. “So, what do you actually like to do for fun?” 

You end up talking to him longer than you expected. He’s easy to talk to, charming in a way that doesn’t feel forced. And when he suggests getting some air outside, you don’t hesitate. 

Lando doesn’t notice you leaving. Or so you think. 

When Charles walks you up to your apartment later that night, you don’t expect to see Lando leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, a frown etched onto his face. His eyes flick from you to Charles, jaw clenching. “Where the hell have you been?” His voice is sharp, accusing. 

You blink, caught off guard. “Excuse me?” 

“It’s two in the morning.” He points out, arms crossed over his chest as his eyes narrow down.  

You scoff, crossing your arms. “And? You go out all the time and come back whenever you want.” 

Lando ignores that. His gaze snaps to Charles. “And what are you doing here?” 

Charles raises his hands, staying neutral. “Just making sure she got home safe.” He then turns to you, “And I will be leaving, because I really don’t want my head chopped off, I’ll see you two later.” 

Lando lets out a bitter laugh. “Oh, how chivalrous of you.” Lando calls after Charles, scofffing as he turns back to you. 

You glare at him. “Lando, what is your problem?” 

Lando's jaw tightens, his arms still crossed over his chest as he glares at you like you’ve personally offended him. 

“My problem?” he scoffs. “My problem is that you just disappeared without saying anything. I turned around and you were gone.” 

You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. “I didn’t realize I needed to check in with you like a child.” 

“You don’t,” he shoots back. “But maybe let someone know before you run off with Charles fucking Leclerc. Because I don’t know what to tell your mother.” 

“My mother?” You let out a sharp laugh, crossing your arms. “Oh, so that’s what this is about? You have a problem with Charles now? Isn’t he your friend?” 

Lando shifts on his feet, jaw clenching. “I don’t have a problem with him. I have a problem with you sneaking off in the middle of the night.” 

“Sneaking off?” you repeat, incredulous. “I told you I wasn’t going to stay long. You were too busy chatting up multiple girls to notice.” 

He exhales sharply through his nose, shaking his head like he’s trying to hold something back. “You shouldn’t have left with him.” He takes a step towards you, which would usually cause you to take a step back, but you don’t step down. 

“Oh my God, Lando.” You throw your hands up, exasperated. “I wasn’t kidnapped. Charles walked me home. That’s it.” 

Lando lets out a bitter laugh, raking a hand through his hair. “Yeah, sure. Just being a gentleman, right?” 

You narrow your eyes. “Yes, actually. Not that it’s any of your business.” 

“It is my business,” he snaps, taking a step closer. “You live here. With me. And if something happened—” 

“Nothing happened,” you cut him off. “And even if it did, you don’t get to act like this.” 

Lando shakes his head, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. “Like what?” 

“Like you own me,” you challenge, voice steady. His mouth opens slightly, like he wants to argue, but no words come out. For the first time in the entire conversation, he looks caught off guard. You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head. “Unbelievable.” You push past him, reaching for the door handle. 

But before you can step inside, Lando’s hand catches your wrist. It’s not rough—just enough to make you pause. You look up at him, and for the first time all night, there’s something in his expression that isn’t just frustration or irritation. He hesitates, then his voice drops, quieter this time. “I didn’t—” He exhales sharply, like the words physically hurt to get out. “I didn’t like seeing you with him.” 

Your breath catches for a second, because there it is. The truth that’s been simmering under the surface for weeks, finally cracking through. You hold his gaze, your heart hammering in your chest. “And why is that, Lando?” 

Lando’s grip on your wrist loosens slightly, his thumb brushing against your skin, and for a moment, it feels like the world has stopped spinning. He looks at you, eyes darkened, as if he’s struggling with the words, unsure whether to let them slip. “Because…” He trails off, voice barely a whisper, a complete opposite of himself mere moments ago when he was yelling. “Because I care. And I didn’t want you running off with someone else.” His eyes flick to the ground before meeting yours again, this time with something softer, vulnerable. "I didn’t want to admit it... but I think I’ve been a total idiot." 

You blink, heart pounding in your chest as the realization hits you like a ton of bricks. You stare at him for a moment, completely dumbfounded, unsure if you heard him right. “You…” you start, but he interrupts you, his voice urgent. 

“I know I’ve been a prick. I know we fight constantly, but I—” He pauses, his hands fidgeting at his sides, clearly nervous for the first time in a long while. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like I didn’t care about you. I just… I didn’t know how else to handle it. And when I saw you with him tonight, I…” He swallows hard, looking almost embarrassed. “I hated it. I didn’t want to feel like I was losing you.” 

Your head spins, trying to process what he’s saying. You blink a few times, trying to find the right words. “Lando… I thought you didn’t like me. I mean, the way you’ve acted, always arguing with me, always finding something to complain about—” Your voice falters, and you shake your head in disbelief. “I didn’t think you cared at all.” 

Lando’s eyes widen, a flash of guilt crossing his face. He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again, as if struggling to form the words. Finally, he steps forward, closing the space between you, his voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I was just being an idiot. I never wanted to make you feel like that.” 

A silence falls over you both, the weight of his confession hanging in the air. You take a deep breath, your hand still resting where his had been moments before, and for the first time, you meet his gaze without the usual annoyance or defensiveness. “You’re such an idiot,” you mutter softly, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays the words. 

Lando lets out a small laugh, a genuine, relieved sound that makes your heart skip a beat. “I know. But I’m an idiot who cares about you.” 

He leans in to kiss you, but you put your finger on his lips, stopping him in his tracks as you chuckle softly. “Hold your horses, you better take me out first before kissing me, champ,” you say, your voice playful but with a hint of disbelief. 

Lando’s eyes flicker with a mix of surprise and amusement as he pulls back slightly, the tension between you two lifting. He raises an eyebrow, that familiar mischievous glint returning to his gaze. “Take you out, huh? Guess I’m gonna have to step up my game then.” 

You nod, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “I’m not that easy, Lando. You’ve got a lot of work to do after all the stupid things you said tonight.” 

Lando chuckles, shaking his head. “Fair enough, I deserve that.” He steps back and scratches the back of his head, looking a bit sheepish but still confident. “How about tomorrow? I’ll take you to dinner. No more arguments, I promise.” 

Your heart does a little flip at the thought of a calmer, less complicated night out with him. You try to play it cool, rolling your eyes. “I guess I could let you—hey!” You shriek as he throws you over his shoulder, already walking towards the door.  

You barely have time to protest before Lando's laughing voice rings through the apartment, his grip secure as he makes his way toward the door. “I’m serious. Dinner tomorrow, no complaints, no arguments. If you want your ‘I’m-not-that-easy’ dinner, you’re gonna have to accept the offer.” 

“Lando!” you cry, thumping his back in a half-hearted attempt to get free. “Put me down!” 

“I’m doing you a favour. You’re always so serious. It’s about time someone lightens things up!” He chuckles, effortlessly carrying you toward the door, his steps unwavering. 

You can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. For someone who spent weeks driving you crazy, he was somehow making this moment feel lighter, better, despite your feigned indignation. When he finally sets you down in front of the door, you catch your breath, trying to keep your composure. “Don’t make me regret this,” you warn him, giving him a look that betrays the smile creeping onto your lips. “I’m not going easy on you, Lando Norris.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he grins, all charm and confidence, a lopsided smile on his face. 

“Fine,” you say, nudging him playfully. “But you are definitely apologising to Charles later.” 

“Oh, come on,” he protests with mock offense. “We can’t have a perfect night without a little argument, can we?” Lando watches you, his grin never fading, his eyes full of that familiar glint.  

You shake your head at him one last time, unable to stop the smile from spreading across your face. “You’re impossible,” you mutter, but your heart’s not in it anymore. 

He steps closer, that cocky grin still in place, and leans down, just a hair’s breadth from your lips. “You love it,” he murmurs softly, his voice teasing but sincere. 

You pause, staring at him for a moment, as if weighing the truth of his words. And then, with a small sigh, you nod, the heat rising in your cheeks. “Maybe I do,” you admit, your voice quieter now. 

[yukioos]

Hii! Could we have a cute comfort fic where reader and bakugo are dating, and she starts feeling insecure in the relationship (such as him leaving her or getting cheated on) but he reassures her that shes the only one he wants and has eyes for 🥰 just a lil cutie

Song- sunflower by post malone

when you feel insecure in your and katsuki’s relationship

katsuki had appeared more irritable in the past few weeks, especially to you. unfortunately, you had no idea why, and were too shy to confront him about it. he started holding doors open a second less than how he normally did, and didn’t look at you as often as he normally did.

that enough was clearly a sign. you were still stuck in limbo, as you were timid and nervous to ask him about his actions, or even if he was still romantically interested in you. did he really find someone else to replace you? were you not good enough?

eventually, you didn’t interact with him as much, as you almost gave up with your relationship, but katsuki noticed how differently you’ve been acting. you were more distant, maybe even more self-conscious.

but he was fed up with it. you hardly even glanced at him, and avoided him rather than leaning to him. clearly, something was occurring in your mind, and he needed to deal with it quickly.

you lay on your bedroom, curled up into your soft and comfy bed. you randomly got a text, which distracted you from the series you were watching. eyes pulled away from the screen, your screen lit up with katsuki’s contact name and a notification.

‘im not letting you ignore me anymore. i’m coming to your dorm, we need to talk.’

he was going to break up with you, wasn’t he? maybe now you would find out if he found a different woman, or if he just became bored of you. were you not interesting anymore?

a fist strongly knocked on the door before it automatically opened. your boyfriend’s spiky blonde hair poked out from the crack of the door, and he peeked in with soft yet hard eyes.

he closed the door behind you and stared at your body lying on your bed, eyes tired. you looked so exhausted. was something or someone physically or mentally tiring you out? he hadn’t looked closely into your eyes for a while, but now he felt guilty.

when he locked the door behind him, you felt uneasy. he put his hands in his pockets and asked, “why have you been acting weird?” straight to the point.

you retorted, “i’m not acting weird—“

“yes you are. you have something on your mind, so you better spit it out.” he tried to remain calm with you, giving you a sense of safety.

you hesitated, averting your eyes from his harsh but loving gaze, and instead focused them on your dresser. you replied, “you haven’t been spending a lot of time with me, and you’re not holding doors open for me as long as you normally do. you hardly even look at me, even during class.” you paused, “do you love someone else?”

katsuki’s heart stopped, and his eyes widened. his face relaxed, but he noticed your eyes were teary. he needed time to think about how to respond. of course, he still loved you, but why would you doubt it? why would you doubt him?

he stated, “i don’t love anyone else.” he paused, “the reason why i may have seemed unfocused is because i don’t know what to get you for your birthday. it was supposed to be a surprise, but i think you should know since you’re stressing about it.” he mumbled the last part, feeling as if the words were too intimate.

you muttered an, “oh, i didn’t know that katsuki.” well, at least you knew not to be so worried anymore! “‘m sorry for worrying you.”

he jumped into your bed and threw his shirt onto the ground, tucked himself into your bed, and laid behind you. he wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his face in the crook of your neck. your boyfriend shook his head, “stop apologizing, idiot. you didn’t do anything wrong.”

you nodded and placed your hand on his large bicep, which wrapped around your waist. you pressed your body closer to his, wanting proximity. smiling, you felt much better after talking to katsuki. maybe you should’ve confronted him faster. he didn’t even seem bothered by what you were worrying about!

he was the best boyfriend ever.

this request was so cute! hope u like it!

[nebulaoz]

"WILL!!" a woman shrieks.

Steve's team is finding survivors from a broken building.

The woman down the hall shrieks once more. Steve gives a nod of his head to his team to let them know he's checking it out, they nod back.

Walking down the hallway, he hears more and more panting and whimpering from three people.

A kid, about 12-13 has his hand on his heart, trying to calm himself down. The woman, undoubtably his mother, is not helping the situation by grasping the hand on his heart and telling him to "calm down". Another, slightly older guy is sitting next to the mother, hands around her shoulders, gently pulling her away.

With a tap on the mother's shoulder, he makes a flick of his wrist to gently, "scoot".

They shuffle back and Steve drops to his knees next to the kid.

"Hey." he says softly.

The kid still has his eyes plastered closed, Steve taps his shoulder lightly.

"Kid, could you look at me?" he murmurs gently.

The kid looks up at him, slightly dazed. (Who wouldn't be?)

"Could you tell me your name?"

"Will."

Steve smiles softly. "I'm Steve, I'm an EMT. I'm here to help you. Could I see your hand?"

Will gives him the hand not on his chest, he's still panting and sweating so Steve needs to calm him down.

Steve guides Will's hand to his own chest. "Can you follow my breathing?"

Will nods, his dorky bowl-cut swaying. It's almost as ridiculous as Steve's hair.

A few minutes pass of just;

"In"-s and "Out"-s.

"In"-s and "Out"-s.

"In"-s and "Out"-s.

"In"-s and "Out"-s.

Eventually Steve got the kid's breathing down. The mother practically deflated like a lead balloon onto her older son.

It seemed all was well until, the Devil himself appeared in the hallway.

His curls pulled up into a messy bun from being in the back of the truck, a little sweaty and out of breath from jogging over. Maybe it wasn't the Devil. Could be an Angel. Might be an Angel. Looks like one.

"Robin told me you were here with someone." Eddie said after making his way over.

It took an embarrassing amount of time to get his mouth to work.

"YeAh." Steve cleared his throat with pink cheeks. "Yeah, Will here was having a bit of a panic so I got him sorted."

Steve looked back over to Will. The kid was wearing a knowing smirk. Goddamn it.

Although his snarky little smirk, he was cut a bit. Same with the mom. The older brother was clean.

Eddie apparently also noticed this. He got to work with opening his first aid. Steve shuffled over to the other side of Will, the kid's head level to his chest.

Will was still gripping his hand like it was life or death. Eddie had taken a alcohol pad to clean his cuts.

"Hey, hey your okay." Steve reassured Will gently. "Nurse Eddie here isn't going to hurt you."

Eddie chuckled. "I don't bite." He gave Steve a small wink. Steve's cheeks got a dash of pink.

Eddie had finished cleaning the cuts and had started getting small band-aids out for his wounds. He took the time to admire him.

Eddie had a pulled back bun with the ends fraying and spilling out as he worked. Two parallel stray strands had already slipped out of the bun's grasp and now swayed back forth with his movements. Due to the recent warmth they had gotten down in Chicago, there were small light brown freckles frosting his cheeks and under-eyes. Maybe Steve was right, he did look like an angel.

Apparently, Steve was making his staring obvious and Eddie now waved his hand in front of his face, a shit-eating grin on his lips.

Steve buffered, "Sorry," He chuckled. "I'm guessing we're done here?" He gave a strained smile.

"Sure are, sweetheart." Eddie's eyes crinkled.

He returned it with an easy smile. It was easy to smile with Eddie. It was easy to be around Eddie. He was carefree and loud in way Steve wasn't. He never personally believed the whole, 'Opposites attract' thing. But with Eddie it really was true. They were complete opposites but they fit perfectly.

While they said their goodbyes to the Byers family, Steve had learned, they walked in perfect sync. God this was pathetic.

Their respective officers told them they were free to leave, Eddie was leaning on a wall smoking a cigarette. Steve snuck up close to him, getting their faces close, noses almost touching.

"Stevie."

"Eds."

Eddie gestured the cigarette to him, Steve clutched his and stroked his fingertips across his palm, taking an inhale. Eddie's cheeks darkened, his eyelids growing lower.

Steve batted his lashes back at him, a soft but inviting smile pulling at his lips.

Steve moved ever-so-closer to him, the points of their noses connecting side-by-side. He looked down at their lips just centimeters away. Giving a final glance to his eyes. His pupils were dilated and a deep, smoky brown with amber from the sun reflecting on it like caramel syrup in coffee.

They slotted their lips together in symphony. It was barely a brush, barely moving, barely a kiss, but it was perfect.

Eddie giggled into his mouth, Steve chuckled back.

They're teeth clacked together and Steve clasped the back of Eddie's neck, pushing them back together.

In and out.

In and out.

<3.

I fuck with EMT Steve. It’s the perfect job for him. He’s used to dealing with out of control patients and high pressure situations. Just give that man training and send him on his way.

Bonus points if Eddie becomes a nurse after being ripped to shreds as he really owes his life to the nurses that kept his heart beating.

[no1blacksapphirefan]

CRK Self-Aware AU but it's just them being so confused why you constantly tap them in the their cookie profile.

(Can be seen as romantic or platonic, do as you will) ((Reader is unaware that they are aware))

Now I don't know if this is a common thing among CRK players but I love tapping the hell out of my favourite cookies lovingly <33 Imagine the cookies like feeling it and being so confused why, I don't think it'll hurt (At least I hope not) and watching you giggle as they like struggle to say their programmed lines as intended.

Me thinks Burning Spice would kinda like it/enjoy it. I cannot explain why. It's almost like a punch but of course not physically, like an affectionate one. If he ever finds a way out, he'll return the favour and poke you many times to your cheek.

Some cookies like Shadow Milk may take it personally first, he's trying to tell you things!! Who cares if you've heard them all already, what if he decides to say a new one to completely shock you? He eventually grows accustomed to it and learns it's your way to show how much you love him, so he'll let you get away with it for now.

Maybe Black Forest cookie quickly sees it as a loving gesture and gets all giddy knowing that she's one of your favourites out of the array of cookies you have. She's so happy. She may brag to others about it.

Black Sapphire I feel quickly understands it, it makes him more interested in you. His microphone is fixated at you constantly as you do this loving gesture. He finds it almost endearing, even though you believe that they're still some code, unaware of what you're doing and only following programming. The fact you still try to show affection like this is quite entertaining.

Pure Vanilla probably has knows what you're doing as soon as you do it, or finds out quickly as well. He's honoured to be this loved by you he can't help but chuckle as you leave to do other stuff. It's almost like a comfort to him, perhaps you did it when you finished his beast-yeast episode in means to comfort him, he appreciates it a lot.

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These were just random thoughts based on what I do a lot haha. Feel free to leave your own thoughts in my inbox <33

-#1 Black Sapphire Fan/Listener Out!!

[lysaisland]

a tight grip on reality

Bakugo never liked beating around the bush. It was vague, and utterly pointless. He didn’t get why some people skirted around the truth like it was some deadly disease; it would get you eventually so just deal with it.

It wasn’t as if you actually died if you told the truth outright, or acted honestly. He didn’t see the reason why. He’s always been a man of action, clear and unwavering. He was going to be the best, and this was his way of reaching that. Why anything less? 

So, when he came to the (frankly terrifying) conclusion that he liked you, he was appalled to find himself doing the very things he disliked. 

Almost every time you walked into the room, he would feel his chest tighten and breath stupidly quicken. He’s had his fair share of panic attacks to know that you were not inducing one of those. How could you possibly, when you run circles in his head all the damn time, with the same teasing smile. 

Don’t even start on the fact that he’s noticed himself plain staring at you. Eyes fixated on the way your plush lips strung words together. 

Once, he was lucky enough to spot a crumb, hanging from the tip of your lip. It must’ve been your breakfast or something. The moment he decided to tell you, however, you called him out on his apparent ‘shameless’ staring, tilting your head at him, smug, as if you were eyeing your next prey. In response, all he did was raise his eyebrows, and point to his own lips, before walking away with red ears to leave alone you wiping the crumbs off your face. Smooth. Real smooth. 

Imagine his elation the first time you had let him kiss you. 

He trembled as he pressed a kiss to the side of your mouth, soft and plush, not fully indulging in the taste of your lips. His breath hitched. Your jaw was warm in his hands. He felt you squeeze his arm as gently as ever. Nails scraped delicately over his hot skin. God, he wished he could sink into you. 

Bakugo would die before he would ever admit that he wanted to cling to your very existence. But, with a bat of your lashes, maybe just maybe, he will in his own way. A full surrender. 

As he pulled his away to look at you once more, he barely willed himself out of the trance you placed him in. He stared at your dazed expression. You were enjoying this. A smile, just short of a full blown grin.  

“I’m surprised Katsuki.” Your voice was breathy and sly, as if you’ve been waiting for this moment. His eyes found yours, gleaming with matching playfulness. 

He let out a huff, knowing full well what you were going to say. He felt you lean into his touch. 

“You didn’t kiss me properly.”

“Mmh, didn’t I? I just kissed you though.” 

“My mouth is—”

He didn’t let you finish your sentence. He moved to kiss you, again and again, leaving marks along the line of your jaw as some kind of proof that this wasn’t a dream.

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[haikyu-mp4]

Cooling down – Iwaizumi x reader wc 968 – f!reader hockey player x figure skater au

warning: toxic boyfriend Iwa who eventually gets his shit together

“I don’t like it,” Iwaizumi grumbled, the bench rumbling as he sat down. It felt like the equivalent of a child stomping.

No matter how much you loved your boyfriend, you realised lately that he didn’t have the same respect for figure skating as he did for hockey. While fighting on the ice was a respectable part of his sport, dancing with a male partner was apparently not a respectable part of yours.

You sighed and turned away without another word, demonstrating your own temperament in the way you skated up to Oikawa, your male partner for the rest of the semester, and quickly held up your arms to signal for him that no more words would be exchanged on the matter. Had you been in an anime, Oikawa would have visible sweat on the side of his face from the tension alone.

Iwaizumi stayed quiet for the most part, never once looking away and eventually crossing his arms to make sure you knew he wasn’t happy. Meanwhile, you kept a neutral face as if it didn’t bother you at all, even smiling at Oikawa from time to time in hopes it would calm him down.

Which worked very well until it didn’t.

“Oikawa!” Iwaizumi yelled at a particular lift where Oikawa had to support your bum while you moved around. The male figure skater lost his focus, taking in a sharp breath just as he lost his hold. You did your best to recover, almost catching yourself, but the speed of the move had you tumbling to the ground anyway. After you landed with an ouf, Oikawa quickly rushed to check on you.

Predictably, he was shoved out of the way. You groaned at the ache in your shoulder but spared some energy to glare at your boyfriend.

“Are you okay, baby?” he cooed. He didn’t give you much choice as he helped you up, but you didn’t answer. Back on your feet, you looked around to find Oikawa looking on guiltily. You smiled at him as convincingly as possible before waving him over to you. “What are you doing? Let me help you,” Iwaizumi urged and held your hand. Oikawa followed your lead to support you, advancing towards the entrance. You glanced back at Iwaizumi, shaking your head.

“I need a break. From us.”

You hadn’t talked to Iwaizumi since then. The distance clawed at your heart, but it gave you the mental space to focus on this competition with Oikawa. Of course, he never made advances on you; you were just friends.

“Is he coming to see the performance tonight?” he asked as you were cooling down after the final rehearsal.

You shrugged looking to the side as if he would come storming in. “I hope so.”

Iwaizumi’s hands were tucked deep in his pockets as he entered the arena, looking around for a seat where he could be alone but still have a good view. At the same time, his eyes were scanning the crowds for any sign of you.

Alas, you were nowhere to be found. The only clue he had was the flyer they handed him when he entered, picturing all the contestants. He dared scowl at the picture of you and Oikawa but shook his head to rid of the thought. Maybe he didn’t understand why you chose to compete in this event, but like hell he’d miss it.

While his heart begged him to do something when you got on the ice, he appreciated the performance from a respectful distance just like everyone else did, clapping more than necessary any time the crowd seemed to agree on it.

Thoughts swirled inside his head, and while they were usually shaped like hockey sticks and pucks, they just calling your name now. How amazing were you to skate like that? Why had he not been kissing the ground you walk on? You’re the most gorgeous person he had ever seen, and perhaps he forgot that in the midst of knowing you were already his.

The bouquet resting in his lap wasn’t as big as the one you got for winning second place, but it did contain all your favourites. As he got up from his seat at the end of the event, he was shaking his body to loosen the nerves, careful of the flowers in his right hand. He made his way toward the hallway you had gone down, not giving anyone attention if they weren’t the one he was looking for.

“Y/n.”

You turned, the skirt of your costume swishing with you. Giving your friends a heads up that you would meet them outside, you finally approached him. “Haji.”

Iwaizumi held out the flowers and cleared his throat, feeling out of his element. “Congratulations. You were first place in my eyes, I can’t believe I never took the time to watch you.” He shook his head, thinking back to when he insisted on watching so Oikawa wouldn’t try anything. “Properly watch you, I mean.”

Sighing, you smiled softly and accepted the flowers before pulling him into a hug with your free arm. He embraced you with both of his, snuggling his face into your neck and leaving a brief peck.

“I knew you puckheads were stupid, but if you ever disrespect me like that again…” you warned, but still returned the affection with a kiss on his cheek.

He took a deep breath of relief, rubbing where his hands sat at the low of your back. “You got it, boss. Maybe I could learn a thing or two from these guys.”

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa greeted from behind him, and you chuckled at how Iwaizumi’s shoulders raised. “I could teach you any time. Dating the hottest girl in town and you can’t even-”

Okay, maybe Oikawa was asking for this one.

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[rebeltigera]

Any tips on how you color your work?

Errr you either new around here or you didn't see my chaotic rambles that very few can understand about art

Well

Maybe it's not a color tip

But if you are drawing on a pc on a screen tablet , make sure its screen settings are right . Sometimes those are too bright n too high in contrast to see what one's drawing

Another technical tip

If you do not own two monitors to check how your art looks on different settings , send it somewhere like for example discord to check if it looks right

An actual color tip I would give

Play with color a lot . Have a little fun . Like- whatever I would say about colors themselves, you can find those tips at basic Pinterest board. There's nothing innovative here.

If you find it difficult to find colors right away , play with grayscale . Sometimes it's hard for me to get myself to color stuff, I use sharp light n sharp shadows to get myself motivated to color it

Maybe give it an eventual glow

How can you color it later? Either do a new layer n paint over it or just make a new layer and set it on overlay

I recommend using lasso n bucket tool to fill inside of areas that you want to draw , make a new layer and clip it to that layer

That way u won't be getting out of edges.

Also

The way I am used to sort my layers is (read from bottom up)

>layers of colors (there's like 50 of them here)

>lineart (usually dark red set on multiple)

->maybe layers of colors ( like the details aka rings, face mask, something more detailed that I'm scared to mess up) (clipped)

-> base color (colors of the character) (clipped to gray)

>fundamental color (gray)

Also , don't be scared to give it a little sparkle

(soft brush in the color of the sharp light on other (normal) layer other than glow dodge /color dodge)

[chen-chens]

Swee-hee-hee-heet! I Transferred to a New School and the Seven Hottest and Most Popular Boys There Fell For Me?!

SUMMARY: in which you find yourself in your own romance en-drama?!

GENRE: Rom-com, reverse harem, high school romance

MAIN CHARACTERS: Reader (Y/N), Lee Heeseung, Jay Park, Jake Shim, Park Sunghoon, Kim Sunoo, Yang Jungwon, Nishimura Riki

ADDITIONAL TAGS: #probably ooc but im doing my best, #hyung line + sunoo + reader are same grade but jungwon + niki are a year under, #SOOO much cringe shit, #love octagon(??), #every romance trope under the mf sun, more to be added

A/N: i started writing this cuz the ending of en-drama was SOOOO unsatisfying that i just had to try and fix it. this is not serious at all but let's all enjoy some delulu together lol! this is also my first time posting anything on tumblr so lowkey i have no idea what i'm doing so pls excuse any awkward formatting and tagging! ty!!

ONE: Fateful Beginnings

Call it cliché, or call it stupid, but you were scrambling off the bus and sprinting down the street in a mad dash with half a frozen waffle in between your teeth, repeating a mantra in your head: Holy shit, I’m gonna be SO late.

You probably looked like an insane person to the common bystander with the frantic look in your eyes, haphazardly donned uniform, and shoes completely undone, and if you weren't freaking out, then maybe you would've had the decency to be a little more embarrassed. Decency was a commodity you had forsaken on this early morning, however, since it was only the evening before that your parents had made you swear up and done that you would do your best to be a most dutiful, attentive, and punctual student at your brand new private school they had busted their asses to get you into. All you had done, though, was nod without really listening, before spending the wee hours of the night reading and giggling about webtoons. 

If the school reported that you had missed the first period, if your parents caught wind of what you had done… Well, you shuddered at the consequences that would surely follow. It was better that you run like your life depended on it (which it did), lung integrity be damned.

It took a while, but you finally arrived at Decelis Academy, beet red in the face and huffing and puffing like you were about to die (which you were). It was a thing of beauty, especially in the cool, fall sunshine: soaring, gothic stone walls with ivy trellises adorning the bricks, big windows and stained glass decorating the walls, and a high and elegant tower jutting out from the middle. You grimaced, though, at the sight of a severe-faced, stern-looking man in a suit at the entrance of the school angrily scolding a shivering student with a wagging finger. The scolding seemed to last forever, and eventually, the student entered through the intricate stone gates with a hung head while the teacher returned to scouting the school perimeter with narrowed eyes. You took to jumping behind an electric pole for shelter.

If I get caught by him, I’m screwed! You could imagine the royal beating in your future already once the school called home, and it made you break into a cold sweat. Instead, you started looking around at the fences for some way to scale the walls (if you started to think about what would happen once you got inside the school, your head started to hurt. You’d get to that later). C’mon, think, THINK!

First, you ducked behind various poles, trees, and shrubs to run around the corner to a side where there was no teacher on the lookout for awful, disobedient students such as yourself. Then, you began feeling the stone walls for something, anything to grab onto, but let out a frustrated groan at the realization that a rich-ass school like this kept its walls extremely well-maintained. There was nary a single crack, save for the lines of mortar between the large gray stones. If you had to guess, the wall was at least ten feet tall, and even with a running start, you would barely be able to reach eight feet. Maybe if you could gather some things to step on…

You checked your phone and paled. You were already five minutes late; not enough for a call home yet, but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. There wasn’t enough time to scrabble something together for that plan! 

Frantically, you looked to and fro for something to help you vault over the wall; a stick, bouncy shoes, a convenient pile of rocks, anything! However, your eyes locked onto something—or rather, someone— approaching from a distance at a brisk jog. As they came closer, you realized it was a boy about your age in the Decelis Academy’s suited uniform. His brows were furrowed and his cat-like eyes were narrowed, making his round, youthful face look rather stressed out. His messy, fluffy brown hair bounced as he ran.

You stared at him as he approached for probably too long. He was… actually, really, insanely, horribly cute. But that was besides the point. A person would actually make a great step stool in your current predicament and, well, the panic was starting to boil over in your throat. You were willing to sacrifice a cute boy to not meet your death once school was over.

“Hey! Um, excuse me?!” you called out to the boy as he neared. He turned to look at you with adorably widened eyes before coming to a stop at your side, though he seemed to anxiously glance towards the entrance of the school. You squinted to read the nametag pinned to his school coat: “Yang Jungwon.”

“Yeah? Are you okay?” Yang Jungwon asked worriedly, brows knit together. He looked towards the direction of the school gate again. “If it’s nothing too urgent, I’m running a little late for class and—”

“Mhmm, I see you go to Decelis too,” you interrupted with a frantic wave of your hand. You were not about to let this opportunity slip through your fingers! “Listen, I’m late too! It's my first day here. and I am completely and royally fucked if I get caught by that teacher at the gates. Could you please give me a boost up the wall?” You pointed up the walls with wide, pleading eyes.

Jungwon blinked. Then, he said slowly, “You… want me to help you climb over the wall so you don’t get caught by Mr. Kim?”

You frowned. “Uh, yeaaaah? Didn’t I just say that?”

The boy rubbed his nape. Suddenly, he just looked really confused. “Yeah, but this… this is a first for me,” he said awkwardly. “No one’s ever asked me to do this, y’know? I’m not supposed to be helping students break the rules…” 

Oh no. He’s a goody-two-shoes. You thought as you paled. Just your luck; you weren’t even a delinquent, but of course the first time you tried something like this in a moment of sheer desperation, you found yourself at the hands of a teacher’s pet, a shining beacon of morality like the boy in front of you (maybe you were exaggerating, but you were stressed out!). 

Panicked, you clasped your hands together in prayer, squeezed your eyes shut, and dropped to your bare knees on the hard cement sidewalk, which hurt more than you cared to admit. You ignored Jungwon’s sounds of shock, intense befuddlement, and subsequent pleas for you to get back up as you yelled out, “Please! I know you don’t know me and I don’t know you, but I will owe you for the rest of my life! Just please help me get over the wall!”

“I—” Jungwon stammered. You opened an eye to see Jungwon’s face flustered as he looked around with a worried expression. He looked back at you, face stricken with something between horror, incredible concern, and confusion before he sighed. Quickly, he put down his backpack before asking, “What do you need?”

“Yes, thank you!” You nearly cried in relief, jumping up from the ground like a spring in immense joy. Rolling up the sleeves of your sweater as Jungwon did the same, you beckoned Jungwon closer to the wall. “Here; I’m gonna get a running start. I need you to hold your hands out like this—” you linked your hands together and pressed them downwards, creating a foothold, “—which I’m gonna step on, then boost me up so I can reach the top and pull myself up!” you declared with a fist of determination. There was no way this would go wrong. 

Jungwon muttered something along the lines of it’s too early for this under his breath before he squatted down against the wall and positioned his hand just as you demonstrated. In the meantime, you backed up a considerable distance before calling out to him, “You ready?!” 

“Yeah—”

“HAAAAAAAAH….!” You let out a roar of pure adrenaline and determination as you charged towards the wall at full speed, allowing the power of anime and manga to fill you. With mighty leaps and bounds, you hopped into Jungwon’s surprisingly sturdy hands and jumped as high as you could up the wall, with a boost from the boy beneath you.

Thankfully, you were able to reach the edge of the stones at the very top, just as you had hoped. Unfortunately, you were not the most athletic person in the world, and you found yourself struggling to pull yourself up and over. The wall suddenly seemed like an insurmountable mountain, and the beating by your parents seemed very real all of a sudden.

You looked down to Jungwon, who was bearing a good amount of your weight with great concentration while determinedly craning his head far, far away from your direction. “Hey! Can you push me up a little higher, please?” you called. After a moment of staring at him, you also added, “So, why is your neck like that?”

“Uh….” he replied as he hiked you upwards a few more inches with a bit of effort. After a few moments of your continued scrabbling, Jungwon boosted you up even higher and grunted out, “Well, I don't want any misunderstandings about what I’m looking at from down here…”

You paused in your mad attempts to heave yourself over the wall to glance back down at the very, insanely cute boy whose hands you had literally placed your life in. His face was bright red, possibly from exertion or from the frankly compromising position you had forced him into, and his neck was painfully turned away from you. “Huh. I hadn’t even thought about that,” you said honestly. You wore athletic shorts under your school-sanctioned plaid skirt anyways, and amidst the utter panic of your current situation, it really had not crossed your mind at all. “I see you doing your best, though, so it’s no worries! Just a little higher—”

“Hey! Who’s over here?!” an irritated voice yelled out from your left. “If you’re late, you’re in big trouble!”

“Shit!” you and Jungwon swore. Maybe your encouraging, awe-inspiring yell had not been your smartest move of the morning. You turned to him and begged, “I’m sorry, just a little more—ACK!”

In your desperate plea, Jungwon suddenly achieved some burst of freaky human strength and launched you upwards hard enough to send your upper body up and over the stone wall finally. You breathed a sigh of relief as you brought your legs over the wall, which you quickly sucked back in as you heard that same voice from before yell, “Hey, you there! Come here!”

You turned to Jungwon, who was heaving heavily, and said in your loudest whisper voice, “Thank you, I owe you my life! I’ll come find you and repay you!” 

“Just go! Before he comes!” Jungwon called back in the same tone while frantically shooing you away with his hands. You nodded before hurriedly sliding down the other side of the wall, allowing yourself to drop once you had gotten closer to the bottom.

Your feet had hardly touched the ground before you heard stomping dress shoes approach where Jungwon was, followed by an angry and noisy tirade of biblical proportions.

“Yang Jungwon! How could you be so late?! And what was all that yelling about?!” the teacher, Mr. Kim, ranted. 

Faintly, you heard Jungwon say between breaths, “I’m sorry, Ssaem, the bus was late and I had to run here… It’s, uh, been a stressful morning and I read an article about how yelling when you’re stressed releases endorphins so I tried that—”

“Honestly, Jungwon, don’t you think the student body president should be better than this? I’ll let you off with just a warning because this is the first time and you’re normally so diligent, but…”

You let out a silent groan. How could you implicate the student body president of all people? Just your luck. You were sure you totally ruined his probably stellar reputation, so now you owed him even more so. You may be a lazy person at heart, but you would never let a favor go unrewarded!

You looked at your phone and nearly screamed—10 minutes late! With that, you began to sprint towards the main entrance, sending a prayer upwards that you weren’t too late and that you had met someone like Yang Jungwon in your time of need. 

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taglist: to be added!

[bruciepennyworth]

new hc: bruce + the batkids + distracting chatter

so this is inspired by the latest chap of @frownyalfred's lovely fic 'hold me loosely' (chapter 4, jason POV) — but i feel like i've also seen other people use this scenario? like, i feel like it's an oddly common recurring bit of bruce characterization in fanfics. anyways, what i'm actually referring to is bruce, when someone around him gets injured on the job, defaulting to listing random facts at them as a way of keeping their mind occupied/off their injury. [fairly often, but not always, it's specifically facts about said injury (ex. "on average XX takes X number of days to heal in a healthy person" "Y% of people will experience XX in their lifetime" etc. etc.)]

...so i was thinking about the thought process bruce would go through in order to arrive on that being his go-to strategy for this kind of scenario, and if you think about it, it actually makes perfect sense? bc i can totally imagine him being like "hmmm so a Normal Person incapacitated in the manner of scenario 259(c)(iii) would likely appreciate/require a distraction from their condition" —> "the most appropriate/comforting distraction that does not hinder my ability to actively continue assisting them is to fill the silence —> "slight problem: i am bad at making conversation" {the genuine kind, not the brucie frivolous-lifestyle-bullshit kind} —> "i can speak about a subject that the injured listener has an interest in" —> "i can speak about a subject that will already be on my mind and will be directly relevant to the listener, as well as assure them that i have the requisite knowledge and am therefore capable of taking care of their injury properly"

...of course, the part that bruce forgets to anticipate is what Injured Party makes of him suddenly turning into an audiobook encyclopedia, and how they might actually respond to that beyond just shutting up and listening to him monologue lmao. thankfully, he gets plenty of practice individualizing his Distraction ManeuverTM accordingly on all of his batkids!

dick: EFFECTIVE. the one this strategy was invented for in the first place — does not deal well with tense silence, also just really loves listening to the sound of his loved one's voices, finds it super relaxing/comforting. used to fall asleep easiest in his family's tent at the circus when he could listen to his mom and dad chat about anything late into the night. he had the perspective to recognize that batman monologuing at you all about the mechanics of the injury you've just received yourself is more than a bit morbid, but hey, he was a bit of a dark-humored morbid kid himself, he doesn't mind 🤷🏽‍♀️

jason: EFFECTIVE. isn't averse to silence in the way dick is, maybe even prefers it mostly — but, when he started out as robin bruce monologued at him when he got injured the first couple times out of habit, and jason definitely noticed and picked up on the pattern. then bruce stopping would have made it weird, so after that he comes to find it comforting in the sense that it's like an endearing habit of bruce's/a familiar routine. so like, he ignores it mostly, but if bruce ever didn't start monologuing at him while he's trying to hold it together he'd definitely notice and be all "hey what the fuck happened" lmao

tim: NOT EFFECTIVE. does not like just listening to bruce growling out mildly-alarming injury statistics, thank you very much. if he can talk, he'll do the talking himself; if he can't, he'll take silence. (also a hand to hold— which bruce eventually learns to provide.)

steph: NOT EFFECTIVE. bruce learns the hard way that steph will interpret him going on about her injury as condescension (which tbf, by definition it kind of is?). his second try is to talk about her performance in the field re: whatever she was doing right before she got injured, which is unsurprisingly received equally poorly. if she can talk, she's definitely talking, and bruce reluctantly learns to tolerate the fact that said chatter is 99% of the time completely unrelated to their current situation. the first time post-war games that he ends up stuck with a steph injured badly enough that she can't fill the silence on her own, in a fit of panicked inspiration he starts telling her about the historical value/sourcing of purple dye, which she teases him endlessly about once she's able to later, but he's just glad that it seems to be implicitly approved of.

cass: SITUATIONALLY EFFECTIVE. cass comes in after tim (and i guess kind of during steph's initial integration into the fam?) so bruce has already been made aware of the possibility that she won't appreciate it. but it turns out that whether cass prefers or dislikes silence varies by the day, honestly, so bruce tends to go for it, and then about 60% of the time he'll get a soft "batman, stop talking, please." (or the equivalent in sign) after a couple minutes lol. (also, even though cass is generally not particularly impolite about it, bruce somehow always feels very effectively chastised by the specific way she tells him to stop: it's like her version of the 'alfred voice'.)

damian: EFFECTIVE. with the unfortunate caveat that if he's capable, he'll certainly be snarking back at bruce the whole time about how he "knows, Father, i memorized the relevant information on these topics when i was five" — but he likes it. he'd never say anything about it, of course, but bruce realizes after some time that being left in silence when bruce is there kind of makes him feel like he's waiting for punishment for being sloppy enough to get injured in the first place.

duke: EFFECTIVE. he doesn't particularly mind silence, but he loves having random general knowledge in factoid form, so he definitely appreciates the monologues. he tends to mostly be content with listening, but he'll also pipe up with corrections occasionally bc he'll tend to have read more recent data.

[veinsfullofstars]

For marxolor!

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💓

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Oh, wow… a whole batch of ‘em! Really giving me a run for my money, Anon, haha! (Maybe I should’ve put a cap on how many can be submitted at once… ^^’ ) Don’t worry about it, though, I think I can manage this one. Let’s see…

6. 💝 What is each person’s love language (words of affirmation, acts of service, giving gifts, quality time, and physical touch)?

18. 💓 How did they tell their friends that they were together/do their friends know or is their relationship a secret?

I haven’t really talked about how Marx and Magolor meet in the CFAU yet... mostly because it’s, like, a Whole Thing™. A story I was working on well before the CFAU was even conceptualized and practically a sub-AU in and of itself. It’s also… very work-in-progress and very not finished yet (kinda fell on the back burner once the other AUs took precedent, oops ^^’ ). Just know that the boys get the slow-burn treatment something fierce. Seriously, they don’t even get to the QPR stage until some time after Mags returns from purgatory, and even then only after some lingering baggage is dealt with…

Anyway, to make a long and incredibly complicated story short, they figure it out eventually (idiots-in-not-quite-love style), keeping it a poorly-guarded secret when they inevitably end up back on Popstar. Then - after a bunch of [REDACTED] happens, a crisis is narrowly averted, and things get sappy and cathartic - Marx just kind of… blurts it out, completely unbothered, tired of all the hiding and running and keeping secrets (at least for today). It leaves the Dream Land 4 in varying shades of surprised (or not surprised) and Magolor in a single shade of mortified… though not for too long. After all, it’s not like it’s the worst secret to even come out about him, and certainly not one he should be ashamed of.

When they have a moment to talk about it later, it might go something like this:

Mags: I can’t believe you did that. In front of everyone. Without even asking me first. Marx: Heh, sorry. Got caught up in the moment. I mean, you try keepin’ a secret like that after almost dyin’, hehe… Um. You’re not… actually mad about it, are you? Mags: … *sigh* No. It’s fine. I’ll be fine. Heh, honestly? It’s… kind of a relief.

9. 👀 What do other characters think of their relationship? Do they approve or disapprove?

To tie in with the previous question, how about some more ✨ non-canon interviews ✨? (Fair warning - this is happening after the end of a story I haven’t told or finished yet, so these answers are probably gonna be vague as hell and very out-of-context.)

Bonus interviews with some folks who find out much later:

22. 🥄 When they’re cuddling together who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon?

Marx has more of the “big-spoon energy” between them (though good luck getting Magolor to admit that), but trying to cuddle with his wings is… not ideal, as the raw magic that perpetually leaks from them is enough to overwhelm Magolor’s finely-tuned senses (like staring into a spotlight from inches away or walking into a very saturated perfume department). Besides, Magolor is the one with hands around here, so the role of big spoon tends to default to him anyway. Marx doesn’t mind so much, trusting the wizard enough to feel comfortable (even safe) curled up against him. Magolor - who’s still recovering from a life of being a socially-distant, touch-starved hermit - is always a little worried he’s doing it wrong but gets better about it with time, which is nice.

Sketch started 03/13/25, finished 03/18/25. | Kirby Ship Ask Game (made by @/sweetandglovelyart) | Childhood Friends AU Masterpost

[coralaura]

Here for another ask about unknown reader.

The first most you made is excellent 👍 ! I do have some more ideas to propose.

-a fight between one of the batfam who investigated on the unknown (you chose Tim so you can keep Tim for it) and the aftermat, are they gone ? Who won ?

-the batfam (individual if possible) reaction to seeing unknown reader for the first time (after all the sightings and rumor were all talking about a weird creature or even corpse but unknown is another threat entirely)

-batfam rogue's gallery hearing/dealing with unknown for the first time and wondering what the hell they can do to stop it.

If you have another idea, go for it.

So, answering your questions. Yes, Detective Gordon would be involved, I can't imagine he would refuse to investigate after the number of missing people in Gotham literally increases.

In both scenarios, not only is the public eye on the case, but also that of the heroes. Do you think Gotham is the only place where the unknown attacks? I'm sorry to say it, but no. Just imagine, journalists mysteriously disappear while trying to cover the news, not only in Gotham, but also in Metropolis, Central City and more.

Depending on the scenario, this is how the heroes close to the batfamily find out about the unknown! Reader.

In the first, it is because of the disappearances that link everything to Gotham, but let us remember that the simple act of investigating and sticking your nose into the affairs of the unknown ends up knocking on the door. Inevitably a hero, whether he wants to or not, would find his way through the path of the unknown! Reader, depending on the hero is the probability of achieving victory and let me tell you that with the majority the unknown ends up losing.

It must be taken into account that in the realm of the entity, the unknown is powerful for the simple fact that no survivor can confront it as such, yes, they can blind it or prevent it from hanging someone. But like most, outside the realm of the entity, it is nothing more than an unknown being who would not know how to confront a victim who knows how to defend themselves and has superpowers.

So he would end up being locked away just so he could escape in the few moments the hero is gone, because he is a being that no one understands and no one knows what he is, was he ever a person? Is it a group of people? Is it aware that it is wrong? Does it even have any humanity? These are things we don't know and I doubt they know, they wouldn't even know how to treat it or how to prevent it from escaping so it would end up killing more people.

In the second scenario, the league finds out through someone in the batfamily, at some point from my own experience I had to see a family fall apart because they didn't know where their son was, I doubt the Batfam will be any different, maybe they'll hide it well for a while, but the fact that they can't move forward with their case drives Bruce crazy, He's the world's greatest detective and yet he doesn't know where his sweet little baby is.

I imagine Dick's heartbreak knowing that his little brother or sister is missing and not even he has been able to find them, Tim going crazy, replaying the video from the mansion's surveillance cameras over and over again, looking for some clue as to where you could have gone, Jason searching for every pimp and white slaver in Crime Alley, looking to see if anyone has you, Damian accompanying Bruce on every crime and looking around for any trace of you.

Eventually, searching for Reader becomes a burden and the league notices it, the people close to them do it, mainly Superfamily, I can just imagine Superman facing Batman, he knows what his secret identity is, he knows that his son is missing, he is a reporter and he knows when his friend is holding something back. I imagine one of Bruce's children spilling the beans, unable to bear the weight of not being able to find his little brother or sister, so Superman joins the search and and ends up being one of the reasons why Unknown! Reader ends up being captured, because even though he leaves no evidence you can always hear the screams of pain from his victims.

Answering your other questions, who would win from the Batfam and who would lose if they faced the unknown? Honestly, Batfam, don't get me wrong, it depends a lot on the scenario if it's the first or the second, if it was the first, any of them will withdraw even Jason or Damian, they know when to withdraw and look for more information, However, I doubt the unknown will leave them, it is always there, lurking. Without preparation, most perish, however, a flashlight or a flash grenade is enough to blind them and lose you.

So I doubt it would be difficult for anyone, even Tim, to lose to the unknown, honestly the poor guy has everything to lose.

If it's the second scenario, God, The unknown doesn't stand a chance, they immediately recognize that it brings your clothes, your voice and even some of your gestures and immediately everyone, absolutely ALL of them know where and who see you.

You talked about the gallery of villains, honestly few care about the unknown, some only see how to occupy it, but when they send someone to look for information, It magically disappears, some are curious and others learn that they should leave unknown entities alone.

The only one I see wanting to mess with the unknown is Joker, assuming he already knows that Batman and Bruce are the same person, in the second scenario Joker would only do it to annoy Batman, there is no other reason, so I just imagine the unknown killing Joker because he doesn't know what or who he messed with and Batman in the background watching how there is only a speck of dust once he dies.

To the other villains, if they even cared at all just because they saw his potential, as a weapon, as an ally or saw how disgustingly dangerous he is, the first time I saw this killer, I could only give up and I imagine the villains doing the same thing individually, unless you are Poison Ivy or Mr. Freeze, who have some superpower to stop him, in fact even Bane would have a chance, but people like Riddle or Penguin, I see them running away when they realize the seriousness of the problem

A/N:

Sorry for the delay, halfway through the response I went blank and just got the inspiration to publish :c

[everlastingserenitys]

MY NEXT DIVORCE?

summ. single father sylus hasn't gotten any action lately, until you found him.

pairing sylus x f!reader cw. dilf!sylus, divorcee!sylus, kinda pervy too, p in v, dirty talk, almost getting caught, oral, fingering a/n I really really like this one mmm

cross posted from ao3 ;3

It got to the point where Sylus stopped caring about his divorces.

He never liked any of the women he’s been with, anyway.

Except for the fact he did get one of them pregnant.

After their daughter was born, the wife got bored of him, so she left the kid to Sylus.

Now he had full custody of the child.

But years passed and he hadn’t gotten any action or any new relationship after his most recent wife left him.

He was so close to giving up, until one night…

Sylus was sitting at the bar like it was any regular day. He swirled his glass in a circular motion, watching the drink flow in his glass.

He let out a heavy sigh as he day dreamed into thin air, the sounds of the music deafening his ears and he looked around, hoping to find someone tonight.

Sylus pinched the bridge of his nose and took off his glasses.

Then, he felt tapping on his shoulder. Sylus turned to the person tapping him and almost fainted.

His eyes darted up and down at your figure resting against the empty barstool next to his. His eyes immediately make eye contact with your miniskirt showing off everything under.

He examined your whole outfit head to toe, it was like you were begging to be fucked tonight. And he wanted to be the one to give you that.

Sylus raised an eyebrow at you, picking up his glasses from the table and putting them back on.

Your fingers graze his bicep and his breath hitches. It was obvious the feeling was mutual. Sylus got up from his seat and threw a few bills on the counter before dragging you out of the bar.

“If you wanted it that bad you could’ve used your words.” He mumbled, his grip tightening on your wrist as he rushed to the car.

The back door flung open and you were slammed in the backseat. Sylus large figure loomed over you and his face inched closer and closer towards you.

“Tell me you want it, please” Sylus begged, the last word slipped out in a desperate whine and it was obvious he needed it more than you.

“I need it…” you sigh, your fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. You lightly tug on the buttons, letting each of them slip off one by one.

“Damn it, sweetie..” he groaned, watching as your fingers slid through each button, one by one. Eventually each button was off and the shirt draped to his sides.

Your eyes dart to his perfectly toned chest and, instinctively, you glide your fingers along his abs. As your cold fingertips make contact with his hard abs, Sylus was already acting like a puppy who just ran a marathon.

His face was flushed in a bright pink tone and his breath was getting ragged by the second, he couldn’t control himself anymore and crashed his lips onto yours.

Sylus pushed his tongue deep in your mouth, causing both your tongues to intertwine together. His chest was pressed against you and you felt like you were going to collapse any second.

“W-wait! Here?” You pull away and glance around the car, Sylus sighed and looked around the car as well.

“My daughter may be home in a bit but I guess we could go to my place.”

Your eyes widened, “daughter? Then maybe I shouldn’t-”

“Why would I get on you if I had a wife, sweetie?” Sylus chuckled, giving you a quick peck on your lips and headed over to the driver's seat.

You slump in your seat and watch as Sylus starts up the car. You look out the window and back at the rear view window, where you make eye contact with Sylus.

“So, how old is your daughter?” You ask, while fidgeting with your fingers.

“Thirteen.”

“Ah, nice..”

Sylus nodded and switched the conversation. You didn’t realize how fast time passed until Sylus told you, you both were already at his house.

He stepped out the driver's door and quickly opened your door. His arms wrap around your waist and he lifts you off the seat, carrying you to the front door.

Sylus fumbled the keys out of his pocket and when he finally got it out, he didn’t realize it but his hands were shaking as he tried to open the door.

The key slicked in the keyhole and Sylus pushed open the door.

The second the door flung open he placed you on the ground and shoved you against the wall. His shirt was still undone and you felt the hardness of his abs brush against your chest.

Sylus held onto you as his hips rock against yours. His needy lips eventually found yours and he brings you into a fierce, suffocating kiss

Sylus’ fingers slip under your skirt and he lifts it up, your bare pussy was on display for him and he let out a growl of need.

His fingers sunk in your soaking cunt and he stroked it lazily, his large fingers were enough to stretch you out enough. You squirm under his touch and he pulls away, pushing you down on your knees.

Sylus’ fingers reached his belt and he unbuckled it in a swift motion. He pressed his boner against your wet lips and slid his fingers in your hair, directing you to look up at him.

“Suck.”

You grin. Your cold tongue darts to his chest and you slid it down his chest, letting it make contact with his rough, warm skin. Your tongue lingers on his faded happy trail and Sylus let out a needy whimper as his fingers tightened on your hair.

“Keep…going” he groaned, pushing your head further down. Your lips kiss his boner which was already dripping through his boxers and eventually, suck up the mess all over him.

An impatient sigh left sylus’ lips and he pulled down his boxers. His hard cock sprung out in a quick movement. Your eyes widen and you wrap your fingers around it.

You leaned in closer and you slid your tongue against his dripping tip.

Your lips latch onto the head of his cock and you deliberately push his whole length, deep in your mouth. The tip of his cock made contact with your throat and you held back a gag as you continued thrusting yourself back and forth on his cock.

“That’s good….soo good..” he groaned, pushing your head in and out. A whine slipped out of your lips and you grabbed onto him tighter.

“‘m gonna cum!” He moaned, pulling your head away and releasing all over your face. A streak of warm, white cum sprawled all over your face and you chuckle.

Sylus laughed in response and quickly cleaned up your face. When he finished, he lifted you off the ground, your legs shook as you got up and Sylus carried you to his room.

“My kid should be home in ten minutes… let’s make this quick, yeah?” He asked as his glowy ruby eyes looked into yours. You nod and Sylus kicks open his bedroom door, placing you on the bed.

You plop on the bed, your breasts bounced at the impact and you immediately notice Sylus’ eyes dart towards there.

He grabbed onto your thighs as he spread your legs apart. You moan as he aligned himself between your spread legs.

He rocks his hips against yours. The friction of his sloppy cock making contact with your dripping pussy was making you get turned on.

Sylus was already hard. He slicked his cock on your pussy, rubbing himself back and forth until he felt it was good enough.

“Sylus! just put it i-inngh?!”

Sylus thrusted his cock in your hole, not even half his length was inside you and your cunt looked like it was about to rip off any second now.

“Shit…you’re so tight, are you a virgin?” Sylus moaned, pushing more of his length inside you. You shook your head and thrusted yourself in him.

“You sure?”

“I promise!” You whined. Soft begging filled the room and you were getting more desperate by the second. Your hips buck at the feeling of his tip reaching your cervix and continuously pound into it.

“Sylus more!”

“More? Beg then.”

“P-please mo—mmph” your begging was interrupted when sylus’ fingers shoved deep into your throat. He gave you a warning glance and that’s when you knew what was going on.

His daughter came home, earlier than expected.

“Dad?! Where are you?” His daughter yelled. Her muffled voice sounded like it was getting closer and closer.

“I’m here, sweetheart. Give me two minutes, yeah?” Sylus yelled back. He continued to pound into you as his daughter's footsteps faded away.

Sylus pulled his fingers out of you, a gasp escaped your lips as you beg for release already. He nods and thrusts himself into you one last time, letting pleasure spark through you as a streak of cum pools out of him.

He placed his fingers between your cunt and stretched it out, watching his and your cum stream out of you.

He pulled away and plopped on top of you.

“How am I going to leave?” You chuckle, pushing his head away from your chest. He groans and hugs you again.

“Just stay the night, I'll tell my daughter I started seeing you.”

part 4 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work

[citygirlyuno305]

Haruka

Yikes. Poor kid. I never “liked” Haruka as a character (by which I mean I was not extraordinarily invested in his character, not that I disliked him or anything like that) but I do feel sad reading the recent release.

Sometimes a parent can do everything right and still their child ends up doing something horrible. Sometimes its genuinely not the parents’ fault. but I’ve found that’s honestly a less common scenario; most children that commit extremely violent offenses are like Haruka in a way, where their parents materially failed them in some capacity. I’d say 95% of any juvenile defendant I see had parents who perpetrated, ignored, or encouraged some very serious problems that led to the crime itself.

Its not to say that a child has NO agency; they are capable of moving, thinking, talking, breathing, killing on their own without any influence by their parents or in spite of a parent’s attempts to curtail bad behavior. But, it’s overly myopic to assume a child’s misconduct MUST, categorically, be because of their own intrinsic traits. Haruka’s killing of animals in secret was stated to be because he was happy to find something inferior to himself- but that inferiority complex stemmed from the way he was mistreated. In that way, Haruka’s parents had given him attention after the pet killings, it likely wouldnt have changed anything, because he was excited by the newfound attention; it is their original lack of interest which spurred his self loathing and desire to regain their attention. If they had put him somewhere where he could seek targeted therapy, maybe that girl would still be alive. Nurture can be more powerful than nature. It is entirely possible that he could have been a normal child with a normal life absent that neglect, and that he’d just need targeted help for whatever developmental disability he suffered from.

Having parents neglect to address or flat out ignore a developmental disability is not a novel idea even in the USA. Actually, if you look at cases that are similar to Gabriel Fernandez or Anthony Avalos, you’ll find many people abuse/torture one child to death because of a special hatred for just one of their children based on something trivial- for those two it was perceived homosexuality, but once you dive deeper, you find parents doing the same for children who have developmental delays. So although Harukas treatment seems cabined to neglect, and not physical beatings (unless I misread), he does remind me of those cases in a roundabout way. To discard or reject a child because of a perceived negative trait.

I feel very sad for the parents of his first victim as well, to never know who killed my child; or if they did, eventually, to know my child was murdered by another child who promptly murdered a second victim because neither the system nor Haruka’s parents were willing to accept the reality of Haruka’s situation. Killing animals is a warning sign that cannot be ignored. But, once again, at that point he needed more than just corrected behavior by his parents. He needed true and genuine psychological help.

It is very sad all around. While I cannot stand the thought of a child murdering my pet just because my screams of anguish made him feel connected to the world, and while I cannot myself fathom how someone can feel even temporary joy that they murdered someone they knew was weaker and less physically able, I can simultaneously feel sad that Haruka was so monumentally failed by his parents.

He was on his way to becoming a serial killer, and he could’ve been a perfectly functioning member of society.

To that end, his reaction during T2 and his ultimatum parallel, to me, his excitement when he was getting attention from his parents after being caught killing animals in his neighborhood. Giving him T1 innocent and then T2 guilty was basically us neglecting to address his psychological issues in T1 and then only turning to give him that attention in T2, like how his parents neglected him until he was brought in by police. Hindsight is 20/20. Maybe if he were guilty T1 it would have been better. Then again, it would perhaps affirm his belief that he is inferior and he maybe would have attempted to kill a physically inferior inmate.

It’s unclear. In any case, its sad and feels somewhat preventable. Were I prosecuting Haruka, though I’d have to argue he be put in prison for the safety of others, I would nonetheless seek simultaneous and required therapeutic treatment as well as targeted educational support. Because I think if he had that in the first place, he wouldnt be the danger to society that he is at all.

[earlgreylatte]

Just read eldest daughter syndrome like binge read it all lmao

I need Oliver and reader interactions RIGHT NEOW

Like, would reader be a bit distant with him since he is technically a affaire child right? Or would they like be a bit overprotective of him? Also would reader move back in full time with Mark and Debbie to help out with Oliver?

I think theres so much angst potential in them like imagine how reader wpuld react to Oliver after the Mauler twins and his whole speech about how human lives aren’t that valuable? Also the angst of reader having to fight multiple versions of Mark like I imagine her sobbing trying to get all the marks in a group hug or something

Maybe when season 4 is out—

Haha, no, it will be out sooner than that.

But, yeah, I think I stated in some other post lost to time that there will be an Oliver focused instalment. Eventually…

And I think in the third instalment, it’s shown that singularity, while usually pragmatic, is a pretty lenient person, finding it difficult to hold a grudge against loved ones, despite their cruelty. She’s not especially altruistic compared to other characters and is willing to make exceptions, which isn’t too far off from Mark either. So, no alienating the alien baby.

I won’t get too into it, but the dynamic between Singularity and Oliver is similar to a dog and the weak link of the household, where the dog will always try to appeal to the one they know is the most likely to give in and give them a bit of their food.

Group hug?? Uhhh, nothing that wholesome, I assure you…😈

Well…

(Singularity: okay, bring it in—

Stripe Mark: don’t touch me—-I SAID DONT TOUCH ME!!

And then Singularity breaks his spine.

Stop hugging people now, save a life…)

[softnwonderful]

SFW Alphabet: Echo - The Bad Batch

Pairing: Echo x Gn!Reader Word Count: 3.2k Rating: General Audience Warning: mention of break up, kissing and cuddling, insecurities and negative thoughts, bad eating habits and sleep disorders. (let me know if I should add something)

Author's Note: Not really sure everything is on character but, oh well, that's what fiction is for.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) 

Oh, he’s the sweetest in the most subtle ways possible, even if his ways of showing love are more emotional than physical. Quality time is very important for him, so you two always plan things to do together in between missions. They don’t even need to be big and elaborate activities, sometimes having a nice dinner and then going for a walk under the night sky is more than enough. He will also listen to you talk about anything for hours, and he won’t just sit there and blackly stare at you, he’ll ask questions, give you his advice and engage in conversation in a way that shows you he cares; his goal is to make you feel heard and understood by acknowledging your aspirations, likes and opinions the way you do with him. There’s nothing more important to him than getting to know you over and over again.  

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) 

He’s rather an introvert person, so if you’re planning on being friends with him, you’re going to have to approach him first. The only other alternative would be that the rest of the Batch somehow realizes he’s interested in you and they decide to do the talking for him to help him out with introductions. In any case, it’ll take a while for him to open up and become comfortable with the relationship. Now, once he decides that you are trustworthy and begins to unfold, you better take really good care of that trust.  

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) 

He’s pretty hesitant about it. He doesn’t dislike the idea, it’s somewhat the opposite of that; he sees it as such an intimate thing to do with someone, that he shies away from the vulnerability that goes with it. It makes him feel exposed in a way that scares him, because letting your guard down comes with the risk of getting hurt, and he’s been through a lot already and suffered more than enough. However, if you are patient with him (trust me it’ll take a while) and respect his boundaries, the comfort of feeling loved will win over the fear of getting hurt and he’ll give in to your touch.  

Eventually you’ll find out that he absolutely adores being the little spoon.  

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) 

He honestly never even considered settling down as an option, until he met you, that is. With such a dangerous lifestyle as a trooper first and a rebel second, the probabilities of falling in love with someone willing to risk it all to live by his side seemed super low. But the moment you two got together he realized that maybe settling down didn’t look the same for everyone. He learned to appreciate the domesticity in the little things: The smell of the cheap coffee you had for breakfast every morning, your clothes scattered all over the room you both shared, the warmth you left on your side of the bed when you woke up earlier than him.  

When it comes to the house chores, he’s always willing to help in anything he can, but of course some things are more difficult for him; his scomp link is not necessarily practical for doing stuff like dishes or folding laundry. However, he does enjoy cooking and doing general cleaning a fair amount, so he usually takes care of that.  

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) 

He wouldn’t, at least not right away. Whatever the situation was that led to him even considering the idea of a break up, he would let it linger, desperately hoping it would work itself out over time and eventually things would go back to normal. But of course it didn’t, because that’s just not how relationships work. You might have tried talking it out over and over again without really finding a long-term solution to the problem, and now you both find yourself ignoring the elephant in the room, delaying an inevitable end.  

He’s pretty bad at good byes, but he’s also the most mature of the Batch, so once you split it’ll be in really good terms with just the right amount of talking to clear things out. But you will be left with an extremely bitter sweet feeling inside and you should know you won’t be seeing each other in a pretty long time, that’s the one thing he asked from you; having you around would hurt too much and he needs time to heal.  

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) 

In case you haven’t noticed yet: he’s BIG on commitment. He’s never been in a relationship before meeting you, and that’s mainly because he “dates to marry”, except he doesn’t really care much for marriage as a concept, so it’s more like a “dates to live happily ever after without necessarily being legally bonded to each other because that would be counterproductive with them being deserters wanted by the empire and all that” kind of situation.  

The point is that, if he chose you as a partner is because he’s serious about it. So serious that he had to stop himself from proposing to you withing the first few weeks of being together, he was about to do it, but after a brief talk with his brothers they convinced him to at least wait a few months (to be fair he was in love with you way before asking you out, so it was not necessarily an impulsive decision).  

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) 

Super. He’s gentle and deliberate with both he’s actions and words, he might be a little bitchy towards some of his brothers sometimes, but never to you. He’s a very introspective person, so he’s used to thinking before speaking and choosing his words carefully.  

After Skako Minor it took him a while to get used to his prosthesis and was pretty reluctant to let other in his personal space; he was scared to somehow lose control of his new limbs and accidentally hurt them. And even has he got more use to them and gained confidence, he remained determined to be extra careful with them. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) 

I think we’ve already established how he feels about physical touch: it’s not a matter of like but rather a matter of trust. So even though he pretty much never hugs anyone, with you and his brother he makes some exceptions. When it comes to the rest of the Batch, he’s not affectionate but will tolerate a hug if they initiate it (Wrecker, we are talking almost exclusively about Wrecker). But when it comes to you, he’ll go as far as to stand very close to your body and wait for you to get the hint. Once you do and wrap your arms around him, he will reciprocate (big step).  

He does have a tendency to be a lot more loving in the morning; when he hasn’t fully woken up yet, still wearing any loose clothes he slept with and the warmth of the bed stays lingering on his body. He likes to drag his feet around the Marauder with drooping eyelids until he finds you in the kitchen, so he can hug you from behind until you finish making breakfast.  

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) 

We already talked about how, when it comes to relationships, he goes all in. But in this case is a little different for two reasons: first he's more of an "actions are louder than words" type of person, so he'll prove you that he loves you before he ever put’s it into words. And second, even if he is dying to tell you how much he loves you (I mean, the man would’ve proposed to you in a matter of weeks if it weren’t for his brothers) he’d probably chose to put it in different words. Saying things like “I’m crazy about you” or “I can’t get enough of you” seam more devoted and genuine to him than just repeating the same three words over and over again.  

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) 

Ok so, Jealousy is a complex emotion that comes from insecurities: you see something that makes you self-conscious, you feel sad or even scared, that turns into anger and you project that anger onto yourself, your partner or a third person involved. Echo gets stuck in the “sad” stage.  

It doesn’t happen that often, but when it does, he internalizes it. All the negative voices in his head try to convince him that he's not good enough for you; that you’d be better off with anybody else. He tends to go very quiet when those feelings cloud his thoughts, but you’ve learned not to force him out of that headspace and give him time, you know he’ll reach out when he’s ready to talk. Of course, when that eventually happens, you’ll make sure to shower him in as many praises as you can come up with to wash away every single insecurity that lingers in his mind.  

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) 

Such a tender kisser, he likes to take his time. He rarely goes for rough or hungry kisses, but he does love intense long make out sessions along with some cuddling. He also tends to leave soft pecks all over your face: your forehead, temples and cheekbones are his favorites.  

You’ve recently noticed that, even though he’s very responsive to kisses all along his body, there’s a spot that’s especially sensitive: his collarbones. Every single time your lips start descending down his neck, his breath gets caught in a whine the moment they caress that particular place. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) 

He usually loves them... from afar. Nothing personal, he’s actually surprisingly good at taking care of them if he has to, it’s just that they don’t tend to be really good at respecting personal space or general boundaries, and it takes energy away from him to put up with that; he still things they’re adorable though.  

He also never really considered starting a family himself, but if he gave him some thought it probably wouldn’t seem like the best idea, at least not until war is over and he’d successfully settled down in a safe place to raise your kids. And even so, he’s already been a parental figure for Omega and the entirety of the Batch for a long time, so he might have had enough of it by now.  

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) 

Ok this is getting long so let's make the answers shorter 

When you’re not in a rush because of some mission, he likes to take his time and let his body wake up on its own. Still, he doesn’t tend to sleep till late. Even before he opens his eyes, he reaches out looking for your presence by his side, if you didn’t wake up spooning already. He likes to cuddle for a few minutes, snuggle until his body stops feeling so heavy, to then let you go so one of you can get up and prepare breakfast.  

N = Night (How are nights spent with them) 

Getting ready for bed, off course. Usually, you get enough action during the day with some new job or helping around the island, so the moment the sun begins to hide, the weight of the working day sets on his shoulders. All he can think about as soon as he takes a step on the ship, is to take of his armor so you can help him clean and oil up his joints before getting to bed.  

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) 

At first, he won't share anything about himself, just the bare minimum. But as you gain his trust, he'll begin to reveal more. As soon as he begins to tell some anecdote about his past it feels like when a butterfly lands on you; you hold your breath, too worried to scare it away and ruin an unusual moment. And whatever que tells you, you’ll cherish that memory for the rest of your life.  

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) 

He’s the second most patient of the Batch, after Hunter. He might have specific people he’s less tolerant towards, but generally speaking not many things get to his nerves enough to get an aggressive reaction out of him. The one thing that never fail to rile him up is injustice or anything related to it (and someone hurting his loved ones).  

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) 

Oh, he’ll remember; he’ll remember stuff even you forgot about yourself. He's pretty observant in general, so he even recalls details that you didn’t explicitly tell him, like your usual order when you eat out or your preference in books (he tends to use this knowledge to surprise you with small presents or a ready meal after a long day even if it not a special date or anything).  

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) 

Inspired by @leenathegreengirl’s art

It happened during your first month on Pabu, and the town was organizing an annual festivity. It included typical dishes, decoration and dances of the island. All of you had to dress accordingly as a sign of respect to their culture and so you had to asked for borrowed clothes. You weren’t together yet and Echo thought that night was perfect to finally ask you if he could be your boyfriend. Neither of you had seen each other wearing anything that wasn’t your usual armor before, so when his eyes landed on your body looking so elegant and graceful, he got so shy he almost backed down from the proposal. 

He ultimately did it. First, he asked you for a dance, and when the music slowed down, he leaned your bodies together to whisper the question into your ear. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)  

He knows you well enough to be aware of your loyalty and abilities, so honestly, he doesn’t feel the need to protect you much. Of course, he gets anxious when you get yourself into a particularly dangerous situation, but he’ll never get in the way unless you ask for help or are in obvious distress.  

As for him, he expects the same treatment in return, though he wouldn’t mind you being a little protective.  

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) 

As much as he can in each context. If he has time and resources to plan a nice date, he’ll take care of every detail, make sure dinner is ready and get you a little present to go with it. But even in situations where you cannot give yourself such pleasures, he’ll try his best to make you feel as loved as possible.  

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) 

He neglects his diet a lot. It’s not like he does it on purpose or anything, he just forgets to eat sometimes. He may not even realize how long it’s been since his last meal until his hunger turns almost debilitating. It hasn’t reached the point of having big consequences on his health, but you still worry about him; so you’re determined to share as many meals as possible to hopefully check up on him. He seems to be doing a lot better.  

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) 

Tries his best not to think about it too much, but it's not that simple. He became quite insecure about his appearance after Skako Minor, adapting to a body that didn’t feel like it belonged to him was not easy, and it was hard for him to recognize his own reflection sometimes. With time he got used to it and his perception of himself improved, regaining some confidence and not thinking so much about his looks.  

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) 

Absolutely. If he were to lose you, he’d probably fall in a depressive pit for a while, those that leave you feeling empty even after you got out of it. It would take a long time, and support from his brothers, for him to be fully functional again.  

(i don’t feel like getting much into it tbh)  

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) 

He watches holonet soap operas for the drama only, picked up gardening during their time on Pabu and his spirit animal is a raven.  

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) 

Some general thing he doesn’t like are: medical equipment, sand (it gets in his joints), cold weather, snakes or any other reptiles, spicy food, also not the best fan of darkness.  

He cannot stand superficial people or those without a sense of justice. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) 

(i now realize i might have misunderstood the prompt?) 

His sleeping habits are messy to say the least. Insomnia, sleep paralysis, night terrors, you name it. Poor Echo has suffered from sleep disorders pretty much since war started, and they only got worst since Skako Minor happened. They come and go with time, but they never fully disappear, he might have a few days or up to a week with not many interruptions but they eventually come back. Luckly you two discovered that sharing a bed helps a lot, your warmth and presence by his side serves as an anchor that allow him to let his guard down a little. But even if that doesn’t do it, he knows you’ll be there to hug him through the early morning hours when he can’t sleep a wink or to comfort him when he wakes up in the middle of the night after a bad dream.  

That's it for now, let me know if you'd like me to write any other character. Likes and comments are always appreciated!

[dioslesbianwife]

Hi!! I hope you're well!! Can I request the jofoes reactions to reader coming up behind them and kissing the back of their necks💖💖🥴 (with p1 and p3 Dio pls).

Thank you!

sure! thank you for requesting and i hope u enjoy 🩷

Dio Brando (Part 1)

Immediate pause.

This man does not get surprised easily, yet here he is frozen.

Slowly turns his head to look at you over his shoulder. Eyes sharp, unreadable.

Then, a low chuckle. "My, my… bold, aren’t you?"

Grabs your wrist and pulls you in front of him, tilting your chin up.

"If you wanted my attention, you only had to ask."

DIO (Part 3)

Instant smirk.

"Hmph. That was a mistake, my dear."

Turns around immediately and cages you in.

"Do you think you can toy with me like that?" His voice is low, almost teasing.

Will get revenge. He grabs your chin and presses a slow kiss to your lips, just to one-up you.

You started this game. Now deal with it.

Kars

Doesn’t even flinch.

He just lets out a deep, amused hum.

"Hmm… You dare approach me from behind?"

Turns around at an agonizingly slow pace. His stare? Deadly intense.

"I suppose you are feeling brave today."

Absolutely takes control of the situation. Pins you against something and returns the favor but worse.

Wamuu

Shivers. His body reacts before his mind does.

Immediately tenses. It’s not out of dislike, he just wasn’t expecting it.

"What was that for?" His tone is more curious than upset.

When you tease him about it, he narrows his eyes but doesn’t stop you from doing it again.

If you keep it up, he will eventually return the favor. Maybe not with a kiss, but he will find a way.

Esidisi

Oh? Oh? OH?

This man is dramatic as hell. Expect an audible reaction.

"What a daring little thing you are!"

Immediately spins around and traps you in a hug. You are not escaping.

"Did you think I would let you get away with that?" 

Teases you relentlessly. Probably peppers your entire neck with kisses just to make you squirm.

Yoshikage Kira

Internally panicking.

He wants to act composed, but his brain short-circuits.

"Hoh… That was… unexpected."

Coughs into his fist. His ears? Bright pink.

Pretends he isn’t affected. But the next time you do it he subtly leans into it.

Gets attached to the feeling but would never admit it.

Diavolo

Immediately on edge.

This man is paranoid as hell, so he almost reacts violently until he realizes it’s you.

Deep exhale. "You shouldn’t do that."

But his low voice betrays him. He liked it.

Grabs your wrist before you can leave.

"…Do it again."

Doppio

Chokes on air.

"H-Hey???"

Face = bright red.

Hands fly to his neck. 

Spins around and stares at you, flustered beyond belief.

If you tease him, he’ll get defensive.

If you do it again, he literally melts. Like, his brain stops working.

Enrico Pucci

Sharp inhale.

Body tenses completely. You can feel it.

"What… do you think you’re doing?"

Glares at you- but he’s also trying to hide his reaction.

If you try to play it off, he narrows his eyes.

"I expect an explanation." (But he doesn’t actually stop you from doing it again.)

Funny Valentine

Visibly pauses.

Then a slow, deep chuckle.

"How unexpected… and yet…"

Turns around and gazes at you intensely. His hand cups your cheek.

"If you insist on playing these games, I might as well indulge you…"

He kisses the corner of your lips, just to tease you back.

Diego Brando

Immediate sharp inhale.

He tenses, but only for a second.

Then, he smirks.

"Oh? Feeling affectionate today?"

Turns around and leans in dangerously close. "If you wanted my attention, you could’ve just asked."

He absolutely retaliates. Pulls you into his lap and runs his lips over your throat just to get even.

Tooru

Smug little shit.

"Oh? What’s this?"

Turns around with the raised brows. He is absolutely loving this.

"I didn’t know you were so bold."

Immediately kisses your forehead like it’s some kind of trade-off.

You just fueled his ego. He will now expect you to do this all the time.