#why did you let him fall asleep with his costume one!!!! he's going to feel so gross when he wakes up

[arttuff]

he's going to have the worst rash under his mask when he wakes up

[4doll]

Dating Stu Macher Headcanons

sfw

❤︎︎ cuddle naps after school

❤︎︎ loves to watch you put on makeup (if you do) and with enough convincing he lets you put some on him. you’re sitting in his lap while you do your makeup routine on his face, after you’re done and he looks in the mirror he’s praises your work and keeps talking about how good he looks with makeup on. eventually letting you do it often

❤︎︎ so many horror movie dates, either to watch movies at home or watch the new horror movie in theaters and talk about it for hours while eating fast food. he’ll call up billy and beg him to come over. the rare times billy does give in, you all theorize and rant about the movie for hours eventually all falling asleep

❤︎︎ matching clothes. idc what you say this man would just beg to match clothes. same with pajamas. you both wear matching pajamas during horror movie date nights.

❤︎︎ also matching halloween costumes. he would go absolutely crazy over matching halloween costumes, looking for hours for perfect ones.

❤︎︎ loves when you would sit in his lap and just watch tv or read. he loves to feel your warmth and touch. so his hands are constantly on you, not in a prevy way but in a comforting way. like holding hands, hands on your waist or stomach, etc. he comforts him to know that you’re there with him.

︎❤︎︎ always eavesdrops in your conversations with your friends in person and on the phone. he loves to hear the gossip, you eventually notice his eavesdropping and just decide to let him in on all the gossip all the time. during when you’re tell him all the gossip his reactions are: *gasps loudly* *mouth drops* “what?!” *makes the most confused face* “you’re kidding?!”

❤︎︎ gets jealous super easy. causing him to mark you with hickeys, gifts he got you (ex: a necklace with his initials) and would always have his hands on you in public. hands on your waist, arm around your shoulder, hand holding, etc etc.

❤︎︎ getting high and then going on dates. first time he asked if you would do it or not you questioned why and his reasoning being it would be funny and fun. and it was. you both were at a park at night laughing at the most unfunniest thing ever. it was a fun experience so you both kept doing it time to time.

❤︎︎ he would show you songs that reminded him of you(which was a lot), so he decided to make a mix tape, and give it to you on your anniversary. so every anniversary just before he makes mixtapes of songs that remind him of you and your favorite songs.

︎❤︎︎ time to time. you, stu and billy get high and order lots of fast food and just talk. mostly about horror movies or gossip, or just laughing together about memories or just laughing at nothing.

nsfw

❤︎︎ getting high and it eventually leading to sex no matter where you both are. stu loves to have high sex with you because it feels so good to him, and every sensation is maxed out and feels euphoric. so he cums fast💀

❤︎︎ praises tf out of you and your body in and out of bed.

❤︎︎ making eye contact with him during sex turns him on a lot weirdly. especially when you’re too fucked out to even form a sentence and you make eye contact with him, the ruined makeup, tears from overstimulation, put it all together. cums on the spot

❤︎︎ whiny when he cums. begging for you and calling out your name in a whiny voice, begging for more.

❤︎︎ making out while fucking no matter what position >>> he loves that shit. he thinks making out is so romantic and doing that while fucking makes him giggly

❤︎︎ while you ride him he praises your body. verbally and physically. groping and leaving hickeys and kisses on your chest, neck, stomach. “God your body is perfect, how did I end up with someone so perfect?” He whispers into your skin while you moan out his name.

❤︎︎ he absolutely loves to do aftercare. whispering even more praises into your ear while he cleans you up, telling you how good you did and how beautiful you looked. he loves seeing your reaction and just loves making you feel good after sex.

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a/n: sorry the nsfw headcanons are so sort and the sfw headcanons are longer. very touched starved rn and wanted more sfw, sorry abt that. also having major soft/fluff stu brainrot <3

[intoxicated-chan]

Late Night Moments with Miguel O’Hara

✿ฺ Paring ➳❥ Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader

✿ฺ Summary ➳❥ It was normal for Miguel to return home late, you weren’t surprised by his usual entrance through your bedroom window. But what you did enjoy when he came home late is the little routine the two of you have.

✿ฺ (A/n) ➳❥ This is a mixture of a fic and headcanons of mine. Miguel is plaguing my mind, I’ve already got two stories in the works. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! And requests will be open soon!

✿ฺ Word Count ➳❥ 533

✿ฺ Content Warnings ➳❥ Gender neutral reader, heavy fluff, light blood, injuries, bruises, mentions of violence…

It starts with a few taps on your window, the taps play in a certain pattern so you know who it is. A few seconds later, the window slides open and in comes Miguel dressed in his Spider-Man costume. He enters with a huff as he closes the window and makes sure it’s locked.

Next, he welcomes you with a tight hug, holding you for a few minutes before you ask if he’d like to get cleaned up. It’s always a hot shower when he comes home, soothing his muscles from the hours of fighting and swinging around.

You can see the bruises and cuts on his skin but it always made him happy when you kissed every single one of them, it made him feel better about himself which is why he enjoyed your touch so much.

Depending on the day (or night), if Miguel had an awful night, then instead of a shower, it’ll be a hot bath. You leaned back as he layed in your arms. He used to think taking baths were childish but he now enjoys them. It’s your favorite because you get to pamper him, especially washing his hair.

Then came drying off. He’d usually leave his hair dripping wet but sometimes he lets you towel dry his hair, maybe style it. Then changing clothes.

Then came his wounds. Bandaging them up as carefully as possible so you don’t cause Miguel more pain. You then kiss all of them again when you finish, “All done!” You smile.

Next, it’s either staying up even later or going straight to bed. If he’s feeling hungry then he’d make food for the two of you, if he doesn’t feel tired then it’s a movie night.

But in the end they always end the same. Holding each other tightly. Basically the face-to-face embrace.

He always needs to know that you’re with him. There were nights where he awoke without you there, he immediately panics. Which is why if you need to use the bathroom, you’re gonna have to wake him up to tell him where you’re going.

Movie nights are interesting. He likes picking out horror movies so he can feel you holding onto him for safety. He says he hates rom coms but he loves them deep down. Then there’s comedy movies when he or you needs a laugh.

Nights where he decides to cook, he likes to share food from his heritage and it always makes him smile when you’re willing to learn how to make it.

But one thing he hates is that if he has work that still needs to be done, he tries to finish as quickly as possible but he’s not gonna lie, there are some nights where he forgets to take care of himself.

That’s when you come in, having Lyla remind him to drink water, coming into his home office to bring him some food and maybe cuddle on his lap for a few minutes before getting back to work.

But this time, when he’s finished, he goes straight to you. Too tired to even change his clothes, he immediately falls asleep.

It is nights like these where Miguel finally feels at peace.

© 2033 Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission.

[buckyshoneybunny]

Fall Days & Long Games

College!Quarterback!Bucky Barnes + Curvy!College!Reader 

Summery- You get tired of Bucky avoiding you, so you corner him before his game. After more revealed secrets, will things finally be okay? Or will your relationship just get worse? And of course, when John Walker is thrown into the mix, something always happens. 

W.C.- 3812 

Warnings- Mentions of smut and oral (both f and m rec.) Cursing, fluff, angst  

A/N- Wow okay totally meant to have this done sooner lol. There definitely will be more of these two so don’t worry. I was going to do smut but I didn’t have time. The next one probably will have smut. Anyway, I was so tired writing this lol so any mistakes are mine, it’s definitely not proof read. I really do hope you like. The picture of the living room is mine, I designed it for this series the football field pic is not mine, found it on google. Now I’m off to start Friendsgiving! Bye my loves! (P.S. it’s kinda all over the place, I tried to put like lines to separate it, there is some of Bucky’s POV though) 

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Bucky groaned as the sunlight streaming through the blinds shined right into his eyes. He hadn’t drunk enough to be hungover, but he could tell he drank last night. He rolled over and buried his face in the fluffy pillow.  

He took a deep breath, the scent of plum and peaches relaxing him. Wait a second, plum and peaches? His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he slowly opened his eyes, taking in the sight of the room.  

A desk neatly organized, sat in front of a window overlooking the side yard. Pens and pencils color coordinated; computer sat in the middle. It was one of those all-white desks that you get from one of those furniture stores. It matched the bookcase that was littered with books and personal items.  

He figured the dresser must be in the closet since one wasn’t visible. A school bag sat by the door. Not just any school bag, your school bag. Last night’s events came flooding back. Your costume, the argument and the things you both said, the amazing sex.  

He carefully rolled over again; he sighed in relief when he saw you were still asleep. You laid on your side, cuddling a brown, stuffed dog that looked like it was as old as you. Your Y/C/H hair sat tangled on the pillow, shining in the sunlight and creating a halo around your head.  

He found himself smiling as he watched you sleep; the way you hugged the stuffed dog, holding onto it for dear life and how peaceful you looked. The way you frowned, something not going the way you want in your dream.  

How your normally soft, pink lips were chapped from the cooler weather. The way they were slightly parted, allowing a little bit of drool to come out the corner of your mouth. 

His smile widened and his heart fluttered the longer he watched you. He paused, why the hell was his heart fluttering? He shot up, sitting up fast enough he winced, hoping he hadn’t made too much movement.  

He let out a breath when you didn’t stir in the slightest. What would you have said if you had woken up? Would you be angry? Would you regret it? His stomach twisted at the thought of you regretting sleeping with him. But why, it’s not like he cared? Right?  

I mean, he hated you, every little thing you did pissed him off. The way your notes had to be perfectly organized, or how you bite your perfect pink lips when you’re thinking. The way your eyes sparkle when you talk about something you love and how you get emotional when-oh god.  

He jumped out of the bed, his legs getting tangled in the sheets and nearly falling on his ass. His heart pounded, there was no way. He couldn’t be, could he? He couldn’t possibly be all of a sudden catching feelings for you. Except, it isn’t sudden, he’s felt like this for a while. Shoving down the feelings he had for you and convincing himself it was hate that he felt instead. 

Only now those feelings are crawling back up now that you both had come to some sort of understanding and he had a taste of what it was like to be with you. The feeling of your soft skin under his hands, how perfectly your sexy curves felt against his toned body. How much he loved the contrast of your soft, plump stomach against his hard, lean abdomen. 

His heart beats faster every second he allows himself to acknowledge his feelings for you. He couldn’t do this. He needed to leave before you wake up and laugh at him, telling him this was all a big mistake and you could never be with someone like him.  

He quickly dressed and snuck out; thankful no one was awake yet. He couldn’t face anyone right now, he needed-he didn’t know what he needed. All he knew was he had to get the hell out of here before anyone could wake up and ask what happened.  

You were livid. Two weeks, two fucking weeks that fucker had been avoiding you. You held out hope that morning that maybe he had been downstairs or in the bathroom. But he wasn’t. You wanted to cry when Nat told you she had seen him walking down the driveway nearly two hours before.  

_____

You had hoped that maybe this could’ve been the start of a new relationship, even if it was just as friends, you would’ve taken whatever you could get. But the next time you had seen him, he acted like you weren’t even there, liked nothing happened.  

You were pissed, hurt, and most of all, disappointed. You hated accepted a long time that some part of you liked him. But his constant attitude towards you made it easier to hate him rather than focusing on your feelings for him. 

You may not know why he was acting like this, but you knew one thing. You were going to find out why. 

“You okay?” Natasha asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. “You’ve hardly touched your food, and I know how much you love those sausage and cheese biscuits.”  

You sigh and pick at the crumbs. You, Yelena, and Natasha were at a fast-food joint for a quick breakfast before heading out to buy fall decorations, since none of you had classes today. What a miracle that was. 

“Yeah, just...thinking.”  

“About Bucky?” Yelena mumbles, her mouth full of food. 

“No.” That was an obvious lie.  

Nat rolls her eyes. “Oh come on, what’s been going on between you and Barnes?” 

“I don’t know what you mean,” you mumble and take a bite of food.  

“Cut the bullshit, you two have been avoiding each other more than usual.” 

You couldn’t hide things from Natasha, she’d find out one way or another. “Halloween night we got into this big argument, said some things and had sex.”  

Both her and Yelena choke on their food. “You had sex?!” Yelena nearly yells.  

“Say that a little louder, I don’t think the guy across the street heard you,” you grumble. Yelena stammers, trying to come up with a response. 

“Um, wow, okay. But that still doesn’t explain why you are avoiding each other?” Nat says. 

“He’s avoiding me. When I woke up the next morning he was gone and ever since then won’t even acknowledge I exist.” Natasha could hear the pain in your voice.  

“Tell you what, I always go see Steve before their game. Why don’t you come with me and talk to Bucky. If you corner him, he can’t run.”  

You thought for a moment. That actually sounded pretty good. You agreed and you guys finished breakfast and headed out to start the shopping. 

By the time you got home it was just after three in the afternoon, the game didn’t start till seven so there was plenty of time to decorate and get ready.  

You all three worked in harmony to decorate the living room, soft music playing through the speakers. Yelena had lit a few candles; they were already giving you a headache. You didn’t say anything though, you knew how much they loved the cinnamon and pumpkin scented candles. Yelena said it didn’t feel like fall without them. So, you’d put up with a little headache if it meant Yelena was happy.  

By the time you guys finished and got ready, it was forty minutes until the game started. You mentally gave yourself a peptalk the whole way there. You could do this, you were ready. 

_____

Realistically, Bucky knew he was making things worse. That avoiding you completely wasn’t helping, but he just wasn’t ready. The last two weeks his mind has been consumed with you.  

Every time you thought he wasn’t paying attention, he was. He started noticing the little things, the way your hair framed your face, how your eyes shined in the sunlight. He couldn’t deny his feelings anymore, the only thing he couldn’t figure out was if this was a regular crush, or something more. 

This whole situation was getting to him, he was having trouble sleeping, couldn’t focus. Hell, Couch Fury got on his ass this week more times than he can count. Needless to say, it was affecting his focus on tonight's game and that wasn’t good. 

Tonight, they were playing their ultimate rivals, Hydra. And the ‘star’ quarterback of their team was John Walker. God, just the thought of that man made Bucky’s blood boil. He was an egoistic jerk who lived off his daddy’s money. The man didn’t even have any real talent. 

Bucky couldn’t count how many times he had to refrain from punching the smug bastard, especially when he wouldn’t take no for an answer and keep his grimy hands off the women.  

Bucky barged through the locker room door, his pregame playlist blasting through his earbuds. He shoved his bag into his locker and started to get ready for the game.  

_____

Your heart was pounding as you walked with Nat to the men’s locker rooms, Yelena grabbing y'all's spot in the front row, curtesy of one Steve Rogers. You had caught sight of John Walker earlier. The thought of him made your skin crawl. You'd heard stories of how he would get aggressive when he didn’t get what he wanted.  

“You ready?” Nat asked once you reached the locker room. You took a deep breath and nodded.  

Nat pushed the door open, immediately heading for Steve, you spotted Bucky in the back messing with his helmet. His back was to you. Perfect. 

You walked up behind him, tapping his shoulder. 

“What?” He said gruffly, not even bothering to turn around. 

“We need to talk.” He spun around, eyes wide with shock before he masked it with his signature cold look. 

“Can’t.” He says coldly. “Game’s about to start.” 

You snap. “No!” You shout. “You are not leaving until you talk to me!” He goes to walk past you and you put your hands on his chest, shoving him back with enough force that it surprised him. And you for that matter, you didn’t know you had that in you. 

The locker room goes quiet and everyone looks at you. 

“You wanna talk so fucking bad? Fine then, talk.” He slammed his helmet down on the bench.  

“You say you aren’t a fuckboy, so why the hell are you acting like one?!” 

His brows furrow. “What?”  

“Why were you gone the next morning? Why are you avoiding me like the plague?” He stammered, trying to come up with a response. You both were so focused on each other that you didn’t notice the other teammates tip-toeing out to give you both privacy. 

“I want answers, James.” You try to sound demanding but your words come out shaky. “If it was a mistake just say so, but don’t avoid me like a fucking coward!” 

His jaw clenches in annoyance. “I’m not a coward,” he says lowly. Almost a growl.  

“Well, you’re sure as hell acting like one.” 

He moves past you to sit on the bench, rubbing his face in frustration. “I freaked out, okay? I panicked and ran.” 

“See? Coward.” 

“Would you-” He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself before he does something stupid. It wasn’t working, he was about two seconds from punching the locker in front of him.  

You could see the internal war going on inside him by the look on his face. Your expression softened just a tiny bit. No, you tell yourself. He did this to himself; this is the consequence of his actions, don’t feel bad for him.  

“That morning, I just....” He sighed. He didn’t know how to phrase what he wanted to say. If he just ripped the band aid off, it would come out all jumbled.  

“It was all kind of like a smack in the face, ya know? One moment I’m watching you sleep and the next my heart is fluttering. The longer I watched you, the worse it got. And then I started thinking, and I realized the reason my heart was fluttering was because I was catching feelings.”  

He can’t be serious? “Are you serious? That's the excuse you’re using? You can’t just play with my feelings like that and lie, that’s isn’t funny.” Your voice breaks, tears cloud your vision. You blink them away, not wanting to cry in front of him.  

His expression softens. “I’m not, Y/N,” he sighs. “I’m not.” You can hear the small crack in his voice, the desperation written all over his face. 

Before you could say anything, Steve pops his head in. “Sorry to interrupt but the game is about to start.” Bucky nods and Steve closes the door.  

Bucky grabs his helmet. He turns to you like he wants to say something, but doesn’t. He just sighs and walks out the locker room. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and leaning against one of the lockers. Your knees felt weak, your heart practically screaming in your ears with how loud it was beating.  

You felt like you were further then where you started with him. Like this conversation took you three steps back rather than forward. You get a handle on your emotions before heading out to join Nat and Yelena. You get there just in time to see Bucky and the team come out. 

“How did it go?” Yelena asks. 

You shake your head and swallow past the lump in your throat. “I don’t want to take about it.” Nat could hear the quiver in your voice. She rubbed your arm and gave you a reassuring smile that said everything was going to be okay. And while that may be true, right now it felt everything but okay.  

Once the game got going and you three were cheering, you started to feel better. You could do this, you just had to take it one step at a time.  

______

It was like routine at this point, his team would take the lead and John Walker would start to talk shit. Bucky always brushed him off, never paying attention or letting it get to him. Except for tonight.  

Bucky was already on edge, everything going on with you messing with his head. Walker had already been talking shit, everything he could to piss Bucky off. It didn’t work though, but then he had an idea. He'd seen the way Bucky had kept looking at you every chance he got.  

Walker turned to Lemar. “See that chick over there? Uh Y/N, I think her name is? She'd look like a pretty good lay don’t you think?” He had a shit eating grin on his face. 

Bucky froze as soon as he heard your name come out of John’s mouth. If looks could kill, Walker would have disintegrated. Lemar chuckles when he sees what his buddy is trying to do. 

“I mean, she’s a bit too...what’s the word? Fat for my taste, but I’m-” Now any other night Bucky would have told Walker to go fuck himself. Tonight was not that night. Bucky threw off his helmet and shoved Walker to the ground. 

You, Nat, and Yelena all stand up. You ask Nat what the hell he’s doing. She can’t come up with an answer, you watch, hoping he gets his shit together. 

Walker stood up, taking his helmet off. “Dude, what the fu-” Bucky’s fist collided with Walker’s face before he could finish.  

All hell broke loose. Both teams arguing, some getting physical too. Bucky ended up on top of Walker, throwing punch for punch. Steve and Sam manage to get Bucky off him, but can barely hold him back. Steve gives you a ‘help’ look. 

“You need to go out there and stop him,” Nat says. 

“What makes you think he’ll listen to me?”  

“I have a feeling he will, now go.” Nat says frantically.  

With the help of the people on the side lines, you make it over the fence, running to get to Bucky. Once you get close enough you can hear Bucky calling John every foul name he can think of, all the while Steve and Sam struggle to keep their hold on him.  

“Bucky! Enough!” You yell, out of breath. He stops the moment he hears your voice. He looks at you.  

“Y/N?” He asks.  

“Oh, I see,” Walker chuckles. “Someone has feel-” Bucky manages to get free and punches Walker again, this time effectively shutting him up. Bucky doesn’t spare you another glance, shoving past you to head to the locker rooms. 

You tried to stop him, the look on his face stopped you. You cried yourself to sleep that night. 

____

Saturday mornings were usually pretty chill. The three of you laid out on the couch in your pjs, watching TV. Steve and Sam decided to come over, bringing breakfast.  

“How did it go last night?” Nat asks as she gets everyone drinks. 

“Well, Fury cussed him out for a solid 30 minutes, said if he wasn’t as good of a player as he was that he’d cut him from the team. Thankfully Walker isn’t pressing charges.” Steve sighs.  

“What happens now?” Yelena asks.  

“Nothing really, keep practicing. We'll have a do over next month, play against other teams and give everyone time to cool off.” Sam says, taking a bite of food. Once everyone finishes, Steve tells you to go talk to Bucky.  

You get dressed and brush your teeth. “How is he?” You ask, putting your shoes on.  

“Pissed.” Sam says. 

“Look, I know you’re mad at him and I know he caused this but, please just..take it easy on him. He's been dealing with the repercussions of his actions the past two weeks. It's been messing with his head. So, please just take it easy, okay?” You could see how concerned Steve was, his voice pleading.  

You nod. “Okay,” you say softly. “I will.” Steve nods and gives you the keys to their dorm.  

It takes you little over half an hour to get to their dorm, it being on the other side of the campus. You open the door as quietly as you can. It's quiet inside, you almost think Bucky isn’t home. 

You close the door and tip toe to where Steve said Bucky’s room was. His door was ajar, you could see him lying on his back on the bed starring up at the celling. In gray sweatpants, his bare chest on display. His metal and flesh hand laced together on his abdomen; you could see his bruised knuckles. You also made a mental note to ask him what happened, but first you had to repair this dysfunctional relationship between the two of you. 

“Bucky?” You ask softly, pushing his door open. 

His eyes snap to you, he lets out a breath, mumbling out a curse. You bite your lip to hold back the smile that wanted to spill, knowing you scared him. 

“What do you want?” His tone is neutral but the look in his eyes gives him away. He's hurting.  

He sits up and you sit on the edge of the bed. “I want to talk.” You say softly. “And before you say anything, I’m not here to argue or play the blame game. I just want to talk.”  

He can see the desperate look in your eyes, he nods. After a moment you speak up again. “What happened? What's going through your mind?” You whisper. 

He sighs. “That morning, I finally realized that I had feelings for you. It was sudden, but at the same time it wasn’t.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“It hit me that I had been burying those feelings for you for a while, convincing myself to hate you. Why? I have no idea, maybe it was easier to have you hate me, maybe I thought since you did hate me that you’d never give me a chance.” 

“And these feelings...mean you like me? Like, like like me?” 

“No-yes,” he sighs frustratingly. “I like you, yes, but...” 

You can feel your pulse in your throat. “But?” Your voice is hardly loud enough to be a whisper. 

“It doesn’t feel like some regular crush, it feels like something more,” he admits quietly.  

Your breath catches in your throat. “Why didn’t you say anything? Why avoid me?” 

“Because I was scared, I’ve never felt like this before.” You both go quiet for a moment. 

You take a deep breath, gathering the courage to say what you need to say. “I’ve always known that some part of me liked you. I made peace with that a long time ago. It was just easier to hate you, especially with how much of a jerk you were.” He looks down, his face filled with guilt.  

“But I also didn’t want to admit I was wrong.” 

He looks up, his blue eyes locking in on yours. “Wrong about what?” He asks, confused. 

“About you. You aren’t some egoistic fuckboy, even with how we acted towards each other, I could see you were a good guy. I’m sorry, Bucky.” 

“I’m sorry too,” he whispers. You lace your fingers his. 

“So, what now?” You ask quietly, almost afraid of his answer.  

He lets out a breath and squeezes your hand. “I want...I want to give this a shot. I know we’ve never seen eye to eye. But we both have these feelings and....I want to explore them with you, if you can ever forgive me.”  

You smile softly. “Really? You want that?” 

He nods. “Yeah, if you’ll have me.” 

You nod, smile growing. “Yes.” 

You both just look at each other, smiling like a couple of goofballs. Bucky leans forward, his hands gently cupping your face. 

“May I?” He whispers. 

You snicker. “Yes.” He presses his lips to yours gently. The kiss is much softer than any other kiss you’ve had.  

You and Bucky spent most of the rest of the day wrapped around each other. Exploring each other’s bodies, seeing what made the other tic and what made them crumble. Your hips met his thrust for thrust, starting off soft and going harder each time either of you got close. 

Bucky took his time exploring your pussy, savoring each lick, all the while torturing you. He reveled in the taste of you on his tongue. You took pride in watching him shudder as you made him fall apart, only to put him back together like he did to you. He had stamina and practically no refractory period and you took advantage of that. That and the empty dorm room. 

And as you laid snuggled on his chest, him holding you close and rubbing your side. You were excited to see where this would lead. You were grateful everything turned out okay. 

But as they always say, nothing ever goes as planned. 

[igotanidea]

Truth: Dick Grayson x spy!reader

Summary/request: Dick Grayson X Spy Girlfriend. Dick reveals his secret identity to her first and she decides to confess too.

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„Where are you?”

„Dick”

��“Where the hell are you?!”

„Grayson!”

 “I swear I’ll kil you”

“Answer me damn it.”

“Dick…”

“Come on, please….”

“I’m worried.”

“Just come home….”

Well shit.

Y/N was blowing up his phone for the last couple hours and he was feeling more and more guilty by every passing second. Of course, he didn’t blame her for being distressed with his absence. After all in was something around 2 a.m., and to tell the whole truth he was actually a bit cocky because of that little care display even if she did threaten him at the beginning.

However, there were a few problems with that state of fact.

First. Why was she up at this time. Was it possible that she had trouble sleeping or had a nightmare and needed him to hold her and touch her and reassure her? Just a thought of that was breaking his heart.

Second, he had been currently in the middle of patrolling west side of Gotham, catching the trail of another villain he was tracing for the last couple of weeks, and no matter how much he wanted to, couldn’t just ditch it, even though his heart was telling him to run to her.

And third.

She had no idea.

Yeah, he didn’t tell her he was Nightwing. Honestly, he was avoiding that subject like a plague, and every time she came as close as mentioning the name of a Bludhaven/ Gotham blue vigilante he was shutting her up with kisses.

And with her big brain, Y/N figured out his Pavlovian reaction in no time and started using it for her advantage whenever she was feeling needy for something more than just sweet words. God, she had him wrapped around her little finger. Honestly, Dick couldn’t imagine being without her.

And keeping his secret identity a - well- a secret, was both an argument for making sure she won’t leave him and a constant stressor she will leave him when if she finds out.

Damn it. He was torn.

It’s been a year of them being together. Maybe it was time to let the cat out of the bag?

Even though Dick was lost inside his head the fact that his target was now on the run did not pass him. He just jumped off the roof, immediately getting to action, getting done with the thug in less then five minutes.

As he was waiting for the police to arrive, walking in circles he made a decision.  

Since she didn’t tell him her secret first, he was going to be the one to take the action.

***

 Little did he know that Y/N was texting him not only because she was worried, but also because she was currently stuck in her spy costume in the middle of the bedroom, unable to pull the stupid zipper up or down. Obviously she couldn’t let him see that, and by those texts was just trying to test the waters, and hopefully, buy herself some time.

Of course she was concerned every time he has been sneaking out on patrol dressed in blue, thinking she was asleep. But she also knew Nightwing skills and abilities (back when they were still friends and not a couple Nightwing was her mission. Once he found out the identity of the vigilante she refused to reveal it to her contemporary boss, hence the scar on her lower abdomen***).

Funny thing that Dick though her gullible and naive enough to not notice him leaving the apartment every night. But on the other hand it was good, cause if he were to find out she knew, he would also realize she was not just the calm, caring girlfriend, but also a killer agent

But seriously, as long as she was in that suit of hers there was still a risk of being exposed.

„Shit!” she pulled at the material, but stupid Kevlar refused to cooperate, clinging to her body like a second skin. „I swear every time they upgrade this freaking outfit it gets worse!” she muttered to herself, pulling the zipper, almost falling to the ground at the unsuccessful attempt to free herself. Seriously! Why couldn’t her designers get inspired by Flash ring or something simple that would just go poof and you’ll be dressed. Or create something like doctor Strange’s cape. Or- scratch the magic and metahumans- Iron Man’s suit. For crying out loud it was XXI century,you could’t  just expect people to find a phone booth every time you need to get to action!

She was cursing under her nose, laying on her back on the bed, lights on, struggling against the costume when the unmistakable sound of opening the window reached her ears making her freeze at the spot.

Holy shit!

Holy fucking shit!

Dick was back!? Why the hell?! It was barely 2.30! He never finished before 4 a.m! 3 if it was an extremely quiet night!

Shit! Oh shit!

„Ok, Y/N. Focus. Think like an agent. Cold blood. Even breath. Clear mind. What can you do?” she though to herself. Obviously, there was not a single chance she could loose the suit so she did the only thing that came to her brain.

***

Dick almost got a heart attack upon noticing the light on in the bedroom. Unfortunately that room was situated on the east side of the building and Dick was coming back using the west window. Yeah, the architect probably didn’t think about the vigilantes wrapping up their patrols while making blueprint, what an oversight!

He made a mental note to himself to pay a visit to the poor man or woman who committed such a rookie mistake, but for now he had bigger problems. If the lamp was turned on, that probably meant she was awake. And if she was awake, she probably hear that stupid screetching window (another thing to discuss with the architect and constructors). And that could mean one of two things:

She would come to the main room, thinking it might be him, and see him in Nightwing suit, or

She would come to the main room, thinking it’s a thug, carrying her baseball bat for protection and see him in his Nightwing suit.

Same impasse.

So he did the only thing that came to his brain.

***

„Why are you in your underwear?!”

„Why are you in towel!?”

Let’s go back in time a few minutes.

While she rushed to the bathroom, grabbing one of her cutting gadgets hidden on the top shelf, ripping the suit, spraying herself with water and wrapping up in the towel, Dick took off his costume, settling on going almost full commando rather than risking exposure. Two people, two very bad and completely irrational decisions.  

„I was taking  a shower!”

„at 2.30?!”

„what the hell were you doing?! there’s blood on your chest!”

„Made you look.” Dick grinned, unable to stop the teasing and smirking.

„Are you freaking serious?!”

„Don;t change the subject!”

„I’m not changing anything!”

„Great, then I’m just gonna take a quick shower myself and we can go back to sleep.” he shrugged casually trying to walk past her acting like nothing weird was happening, his initial idea of talking to her about his vigilante life suddenly evaporating.

She froze. And then her blood boiled and hands started shaking. There was no way she was going to let him in, with the scraps of the elastic material splattered all over the bathroom floor. He would recognize the type of it immediately, seeing as it was commonly used among both vigilantes and spies.

„You can’t go in there.” she blocked his way, crossing arms over her chest.

„Oh?” he raised an eyebrow and smirked. „And why is that?”

„cause I disinfected the shower and you need to wait for the chemicals to volatilize.”

„What-?” he stuttered, both shocked and unconvinced.

„Yes. Absolutely.” It was hard to say whether she was trying to convince Dick or rather herself. „It’s detrimental for your health. You have to wait. Can’t risk you going down because of descaler or something like that.”

„What kind of cleaners are you using, exactly?” he faltered again, getting a bit worried about her.

Fingerprints remover, bleach, some explosive chemicals, caustic agents....

„Only the best!” she grinned nervously, grabbing his arms and guiding him away from the bathroom, forcing to sit on the bed. „Can’t save on hygiene, right?”

„I guess--” he started, but knowing she’s getting some of her position back, she did not let him finish.

„Sh. Not a word. You are hurt. How about I patch you up, huh?”

„Oh-okay....” Dick muttered, only after a second realizing that the first aid kit was in the living room. In that one drawer where he stuck his suit while panicking about getting exposed. „Uh- um- Y/N, baby... you know, on second thought it’s not that bad..... I mean - I mean look- it already curdled and it is just a scratch -- no need to make a fuss about it, um-”

„Don’t be silly, Dick. Just let me help you, okay?” she took a few steps forward, ready to get the kit, when he jumped out of bed, grabbed her hand and kissed her. (did I mention Pavlovian reaction)

Obviously, at first she melted into him, instantly pulling herself closer, kissing him back with utmost love. In her defence, she was already agitated and scared of her spy life getting revealed and the adrenaline running in her veins did the job. As well as for Dick when his hands moved to her waist, rubbing her sides and hips, getting lost in her.

It lasted for a while before she pulled back gasping softly. That kind of kiss was way to familiar. Under normal circumstances their making out sessions was either sweet and gentle or passionate and urgent. No in-between.

But this? This was the same kind of first base as every time she mentioned Nightwing. So given that and the fact he didn’t want her to go to the living room he must have been hiding somewhere there.

Poor Dick.

So desperate, not knowing she knew he was Nightwing and trying to cover it up. And she was going to keep him in that unawareness just a little bit longer. Just to tease. And maybe also  to dispel any suspicions he might have already had about her.

„Oh, Dick, baby, I want to patch you up. Don’t be a stubborn ass. I am your girlfriend. It’s my duty to help you out.” she wriggled out of his embrace, taking another step towards the living room.

„And as your boyfriend I am telling you I can handle myself and I;d hate you to worry.” he took a step towards the bathroom as some sort of counter-threat.

„I’m gonna worry either way until you let me heal you...” she moved another inch, standing on the threshold between two rooms.

„You can heal me in some other way, baby...” he repeated the motion, almost reaching for the bathroom dorknob.

„Dick...” she almost hissed at him, her throat clenching. God damn it!

„Y/N...” he gasped, his eyes scanning her every movement.

Such a war of nerves they were waging against one another, believing they were so smart, playing the other and having the other where they wanted to do. But it was not a chess game and there was no predicting how the other would act while- well- endangered. So, at the moment, Y/N and Dick were just standing in front of each other, mindful of every move, the tension between them palpable and unbearable. Tensed muscles were ready to react, every instinct on high alert, senses sharpened, breath fastened.

In some other circumstanced they would probably end up having the most passionate night of love, but not this time.

She took another step back and before he could react rushed to the living room, trying to reach that stupid drawer where he hid the evidence of his nightlife.

„DAMMIT Y/N!”he made after her a second later, grabbing her from the back, almost peeling the towel off in the process.

„Let me go!” she started kicking and squirming trying to break free as he lifted her off the ground. „I’m gonna neutralize you! I’ll go full black widow on you!”

„Black widow, huh? Is there something you want to tell me, baby?”

„Put me down Grayson!” she struggled even more, cursing herself for not being able to really act on her words. Not with him. Not with her boyfriend.

„Y/N!”

„Put me down!!”

„Y/N!!”

„What?!”

„I need to tell you something!”

„THEN JUST FREAKING SAY IT!”

„NOT BEFORE YOU CALM DOWN!”

„STOP YELLING AT ME!” she shouted

„YOU STARTED IT!”

„I’M A WOMAN! I GET TO START FIGHTS OUT OF NOTHING! AND YOU’RE THE MAN SUPPOSED TO TAKE MY SHIT-! Whoops--” her eyes grew wide at the realization she might have gone to far. Seemingly he though the same cause his grip on her loosened and he put her on the ground. „I’m sorry, Dick - I- I didn’t mean that-” she whispered ��please, don;t be mad at me- I love you....”

And that was it. She said those three magic words he knew was true and it was just impossible to lie to her anymore.

„I love you too. And I’m Nightwing.” he sighed, closing his eyes, ready for shocked expression, wide eyes, open mouth and confused stuttering. And he was going to take the repercussions of not telling her earlier. Her anger, her disappointment, the feeling of being deceived.

But nothing like this happened and after a moment of prolonging silence he dared to open one eye, taking on such a funny look that she couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle.

„Hey!” he clearly took offence „why are you laughing at me?! Wait--’  finally it hit him „why are you laughing? Why are you not mad?”

„Do you want me to be mad?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, truly waiting for his response

„God, no! Last time you were, you didn’t let me-- not the point.” Dick shook his head „Did you hear what I just said?”

„You’re Nightwing.”

„I’m Nigh---. Wait - why are you so calm about it? I kept it a secret from you for so long and--”

„Dick.”

„I lied to you to put it bluntly. I’ve been out fighting crime, acting like a hero, who I am, handsome and brave and skillful but still putting my life in danger and ---”

„Dick!”

„Did you know I got the title of the hottest vigilante in --”

„DICK!!”

„But I still think that--”

„Stop talking! I knew!!”

„you what?”

„I knew you were Nightwing! I figured it out a while ago, but tried to play fair and give you a chance to come clean with me.”

„YOU KNEW!?”

„Yeah.... I’m not stupid, okay? And-- and I;m not mad or offended or anything like that. I get that it’s a part of who you are so no worries about me asking you to stop or whatever else.”

„You are surprisingly understanding” he muttered „Babe?”

„Hmmmm?”  

„why are you so cool about it?”

„Ok...um--” she brushed her hair out of her forehead nervously „please don’t freak out, ok?” she looked into his eyes for a second before staring at the floor „I-um-... I’m a spy...”

 „Like James Bond?” he grinned „I was always a fan of the classic but if you prefer Daniel--”

„DICK!!”

„What?” he scoffed „you’re a spy, I know. I-- well, I might have known for a while now.”

„You did?” she frowned. „damn, it’s not like it kills my confidence in my skills....” she rolled her eyes.

„Well it does add to my confidence in mine” he laughed wholeheartedly and regardless of her irritation she did crack a smile.

„I hate you and your stupid sense of humor.”

„so why are you laughing with me baby?”

„I’m laughing at how annoying you are”

„Come on, I’m forgiving you for keeping things from me...” he grabbed her waist pulling her into his chest and hugging closely. „Can I see that sexy spandex suit of yours now?” he whispered into her ear.

„Hmmm. I might be in need of a new one, cause I kind of the destroyed it--”

„Don’t worry baby, I can work with the lack of it too....”

Oh, boy....

No sleep for the wicked that night.  

[gxldenlush]

Love you love you | m.s

pairing: bestfriend!matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: you woke up in your best friends bed after a party with total memory loss. Matt helps you fill in the gaps

warnings: hangover, love confession (?), use of y/n, nickname (sweetheart), mentions of being sick/vomiting

A/N: this is my first fic, so I apologise if it’s terrible 😖 bold & italics = flashback/memory

blue - matt

pink - y/n

☙༻✽༺❧

A pounding headache. That’s the first, last, and only thing I think I’ve gained from last night’s party. I roll over to check my phone, that’s when I realise I’m not in my own bed. Shit. I recognise the room, but my head is banging so painfully that I can’t even concentrate on how. The sound of the door opening causes me to shoot up in the bed, I immediately regret the sudden movement when my hand flies to my throbbing head in agony.

“G’mornin party animal” I know that teasing voice. I look up and my face pales and my heart drops to my ass.

Matt.

My silence paired with my half-confused, half-mortified expression makes matt laugh.

“You don’t even remember last night do you?”

“Oh god” I cover my face embarrassed. “How bad was I? Did I puke?”

“No, no puking involved…” he chuckles as approaches the bed with a glass of water and some Advil, he passes them to me and I take them like they’re my lifeline. They felt like it in that moment.

I take a minute to look at my surroundings, I then realise I’m no longer wearing my dress, but instead I’m wearing Matt’s favourite hoodie. Panic floods through my body. “We didn’t-… did we?”

Matt’s eyes widen when he realises what I was asking him. “Oh my god, no! You were way too drunk and, you know I’d never… y’know…”

“Right…” something is on his mind though. “Then why are you looking at me like that? What horrifyingly embarrassing thing did I do last night?”

“Do you remember talking to me while I put you to bed?” I try my hardest to remember but to no avail, I shake my head, scared of what I said t him. “Oh god, what did I say?”

Matt takes a seat on the edge of the bed with a nervous expression. “You… told me that you love me”

“Oh, that isn’t so bad, I tell you that I love you all the time, you’re my best friend-”

“No, it was different this time, you said that you love me love me…”

My eyes pop into saucers as last night starts to flood back to me.

“Okay, almost there, just a few more steps” Matt carries most of my weight as I stumble into his bedroom, a giggling mess.

“You’re so sweet, Matty”

“I’m glad you think that, sweetheart” he chuckles. Matt helps me to sit on his bed, pulling my foot up one at a time so he can take off my favourite heels.

“No like reeeeeally sweet” his reply is another laugh. “I love you Matt”

“I love you too, y/n. C’mon let’s get this uncomfortable dress off, you can wear my favourite hoodie” He pulls me forward to unzip my dress for me.

“Nono, I like… love you love you! Like, I wanna go on dates with you, go to parties together, wear matching costumes on Halloween and.. I wanna kiss you and-and i want you to call me your girlfriend. I love you love you…”

Matt is totally dumbfounded for a good few seconds, until he shakes his head. “Y/n, you’re drunk, you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Nooo I’m serious! I know you don’t love me back, i can tell by the look on your face but.. I reeeally love you”

It’s quiet for another minute or so, Matt finally speak up. “I’m not having this conversation with you when you’re totally wasted, we’ll talk in the morning”

“Are y’mad at me for saying all that?”

“I could never be mad at you, sweetheart. Arms up” he pulls my dress over my head and replaces it with his favourite hoodie, he tucks me into bed, and climbs in next o me, holding me close as I fall asleep

I’m at a loss for words. He’s looking at me as though he’s waiting for me to speak.

Here comes the word vomit…

“I’m so sorry Matt, I don’t even know what I was talking about! I think I was just really emotional and feeling a little lonely because everyone at the party had someone and I didn’t have anybody and then you were so nice to me, like you always are and I just-”

And here comes the actual vomit…

I dive out of the bed with my hand over my mouth and run to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time, spewing my guts up. Seconds later, I feel my hair being pulled away from my face with gentle hands. Matt rubs soothing circles on my back

“you’re okay..”

He reassures me as I throw up all of the alcohol and gross party food from last night. I finally finish gagging and coughing, and sit down on the bathroom floor. I look into Matts worried eyes, he pushes a piece of hair from my face as he cups my face in his hands.

“I am so sorry”

“I love you too…”

——————

[moonlight0934]

Trust Issues

Damian watches through half open eyes as his family eats breakfast around him. He keeps his guard up, a feeling of anxiety and immanent threat choking him. He hasn’t slept in days, the smallest noise snapping him back to full awareness. Bruce looks over at him, narrowing his eyes.

“Why aren’t you eating, Damian?”

“I am,” Damian immediately lies.

Bruce looks confused at that, because of how obviously not true it is. Damian puts a singular piece of strawberry from his fruit salad into his mouth. Then he stands up, slipping out of his chair.

“Come on, Damian. We’re doing so good this morning. Tim is even eating.”

“Father, Tim agreed because he’s still asleep. He was eating, then he fell asleep with his bite of eggs half out of his mouth.”

Bruce turns to Tim, who is in fact asleep with his spoon only half in his mouth.

“Tim, dear, you’re going to choke,” Bruce says, taking the spoon out of his mouth.

Tim startles, pulling back.

“What? I didn’t do anything.”

“I didn’t think you did.”

Damian slips out of the room while Bruce is reoccupied with Tim. He heads up to his room to get dressed for school, though that’s the last thing he wants to do right now. He sighs as he walks into his room to grab his uniform. It’s only a few minutes before he’s coming back down the stairs, and heading for the door. Damian can hear Bruce trying to get Tim to fully wake up so he doesn’t fall face first into his eggs.

Damian walks out without letting anyone know that he’s leaving since someone will insist on driving him to school. The walk is quiet, though that’s only because it’s so early that no one with good intentions is out right now. Most kids aren’t allowed to walk, that’s why Damian usually isn’t either. It’s not that they don’t know he can take care of himself, but they have appearances to keep up. They have to look like they’re prissy rich kids, though Damian hates how he has to act every time he leaves the house without being in costume.

A few of the small time muggers eye him as he’s walking past, but his glare is enough to put them off till he gets past them. It’s still quiet as the light manages to get past the clouds, lightening the sky. Damian keeps his hands in his pockets.

The school is empty too since he’s early. The teachers are the only ones there, and they all seem surprised to see him as they pass him in the halls. He heads straight to the cafeteria to wait on everyone else to show up. It’s quiet, so he pulls out his drawing pad and colored pencils.

A feeling of apprehension creeps up on him even though he’s alone, almost as if something is going to jump out of the shadows. After a few minutes, Damian jumps to his feet. He looks around wildly, but doesn’t see anything. He darts out of the exit attached to the cafeteria, leaving his bag, and not even sure where he’s going.

His vision starts going in and out, his hearing cutting out completely. He redirects himself to head back home, but doesn’t even get a few feet before passing out. When he wakes up, he can’t recognize where he is. It looks like a booth of some sort. People are talking right outside.

“Man, it sure took a long time for that toxin to kick in. We had to follow him for almost eight days,” one complains.

“He was in his house for a lot of that time, shut up,” another replies, sounding annoyed.

“Still, you’d think it wouldn’t be that useless. That’s a long time.”

Damian blinks, looking down. He’s zip tied to a chair, rope wrapped around his wrists and fingers on top of the zip ties.

Someone kidnapped me? They gassed me with some sort of toxin? That must be why I was feeling the way that I was.

He pulls one hand out of the ropes with a smug grin.

Now, time to get out of here discreetly so as not to ruin my secret identity. I need to call in backup.

He pulls the other one out, then begins taking the zip ties off of his wrists.

As long as I don’t get caught, I should have no issue with this. Even if they think I escaped somehow, I could still come back in costume with my family. However, there’s only one door.

Damian walks over to the door, feeling much heavier than he normally does. He cracks the door open soundlessly. It’s dark outside, but it’s not hard for him to tell that they’re in an abandoned amusement park. The Ferris Wheel is looming over the buildings, stalls, and shut down attractions.

The guards are less than a foot away from the door, still distracted with their conversation. Damian slips out of the doorway, making a beeline for the next attraction. He makes it there without incident, giving him time to look for his emergency beacon. Luckily it’s there, still tucked into the heel of his shoe.

He clicks it before straightening back up. Then someone grabs him by the collar. A large man shakes Damian. He almost punches the man in the throat, but remembers why he can’t in just enough time to pull back. The man punches him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He feels the man throw him towards the two guards that were watching him originally.

One of them kicks him in the face immediately. This goes on for a while as they take turns hitting him while he just has to lie there and take it. Eventually he tastes blood coming up his throat, and at this point, he’s not even sure where it’s coming from. Though it doesn’t really matter if he’s throwing it up or coughing it up, either one is pretty bad.

I wonder what they wanted. They sure did do a lot to just kill me.

Someone stomps down on his fingers, breaking them. He doesn’t let out a single noise.

That’s probably why they’re still going. I haven’t screamed or cried like this is a big deal. I wonder if they’re going to figure out how badly I’m already hurt.

It’s only a minute later when exactly that happens.

“Hey, I think you’re going too far. He has to be alive to use him for ransom,” the second man calls, sounding worried. He also sounds far away, and Damian doesn’t feel like listening anymore.

A few more sounds bring him back from the edge, even if just a little bit. It sounds like a scuffle of some sort. Then someone grabs his head, startling him. He cracks his eyes open, seeing Dick above him. He’s in costume, his mask covering his eyes.

“Hey, Baby Bird. Just hold on, we’re going to get you to a hospital. You’ll be ok.”

“You came,” Damian whispers, blinking his heavy eyes.

“What do you mean? Of course we did. Don’t you trust us?”

Damian doesn’t respond, letting his eyes drop closed.

“No, Damian, open your eyes!”

Dick shakes his shoulders, but everything continues to fade. He doesn’t feel it as Dick keeps shaking him, and eventually stops hearing him too. Then nothing.

[tea-moon-ster]

Fic-O-Ween: Day Seven

Sequel of "The Prince and his Frogs", Leo's love for the movie inspires Logan and Finn. Halloween is in a week. And they need new costumes.

prompts and card belong to @noots-fic-fests, and characters to @lumosinlove.

raiting: G. read it on ao3 here.

The arrival of Leo’s old stuffed frog Naveen brought a few memorable nights with it. Nights made of intertwined limbs squished on the couch, bowls of snacks balanced poorly on said limbs, and too many blankets to cover cuddles and warm up kisses. Those were the Disney nights. A long series of rewatching the old classics began, with the contribution of Dumo’s Disney Plus account Logan still had from his times in the Dumais’ basement. They could afford their own subscription just fine, but where was the fun in that? They could mess up Dumo’s page, filling it with High School Musical’sand Camp Rock instead of his documentaries.

But Naveen the frog also brought ideas.

It hit Logan and Finn as they rewatched The Princess and the Frog for the third time that month, Leo asleep in between them. Little did he know, Finn and Logan were currently having a silent conversation, insisting eyes darting from the sleeping boy in between them, to the TV, to Naveen the Frog on the armchair.

Halloween was only one week away, and they needed to act quickly.

Leo loved the Lions’ Halloween party. It meant candies, loud laughter, friends, and a sense of vertigo for how precipitously were said friendships turning into family. It wasn’t the kind of fear that was usually associated with Halloween, but the free-fall Leo found himself into after three years with the team came close.

That year, Sirius and Remus would host the party. It would begin in two hours, and that meant that you could find Leo fussing around the kitchen, Finn in the shower and Logan…Leo didn’t know where Logan was. But it wasn’t in the kitchen, where Leo needed him, and that’s all he knew. He let out a frustrated huff, because oh, would you look at that, he was in the kitchen, alone, again, preparing food for a party they were all invited to.

Leo snorted again. He ought to do like Kasey, and resolve the problem of cooking for parties by bringing alcohol and mixers. So easy, man. I don’t even turn on the kitchen lights.

Kasey was smart.

Now, the problem itself wasn’t the food. And it would have been unfair to say that his boys never helped. They offered, at least. What really bugged Leo was that both Logan and Finn had been quite…weird, in the past week. Skittish almost. Hushed conversations in the hallway and random walks in the park right after practice or running to the store because they run out of oranges. Finn hated oranges. Leo had been too tired from practice or busy at home to question it.

The goalie wiped his hands as he looked at the big bowls on the counter, where hot beignets were cooling. Now that he thought of that- why had Finn and Logan insisted on bringing that to the party? Without helping? Leo was beginning to feel amiss, as if he’d done something wrong. Were they mad at him? Were they avoiding him because he was too much?

Leo glanced at the clock. Seven thirty. The food was ready, and it meant he had time for a shower and changing in his Halloween costume.

They had decided to go as the Chipmunks that year. Leo had to admit, it really was a right fit: he’d be Simon, since he was the tallest -and blue really suited him. Logan was going for Theodor (“is it because I’m shorter?” “Of course not, baby, the green really matches your eyes”.) And their redhead was Alvin, of course. The costume itself had been simple to realize: red, blue and green hoodies with some brown pants. Plus, he had fake glasses on while Finn had glued a yellow A on Logan’s red cap. Finn had also insisted for a month that they’d sing something while inhaling helium, but that was out of question.

As he wiped his hand on the apron and slid it off, Leo heard the front door open and close, and keys being dropped in the bowl by the door.

“Mes amours, I’m back!” Logan called.

From where, Leo didn’t ask. He studied the messy table and decided it would be Finn and Logan’s problem. He heard some shuffling of plastics and bags, but before he could inquire, Logan joined him in the kitchen, an innocent smile on his face.

“Hey there, pretty.”

He got on his tiptoes to leave a quick kiss on Leo’s cheek.

“Hey yourself.”

“It’s five thirty, soleil. Hit the shower yet?”

Leo scoffed, crossing his arms. “No, I was busy in the kitchen. Alone.”

At that, Logan’s expression turned into genuine guilt. “Désolé, mon cœur. We’ll make it up to you soon, I promise.”

Well, Leo supposed he could work with that. He usually got away with being extremely demanding when his boys used that phrase with him. He bit back an extremely smug smile as he left a peck in chocolate curls. “Also, Finn’s still in the shower.”

“Has that ever stopped you?”

“Touché.”

They were almost ready. The food was wrapped and waiting on the counter and Leo was now clean and less grumpy thanks to an extremely thoughtful Finn in the shower. There was one last thing to do before hopping in the car.

“Come on now, time to put the costumes on,” Logan grinned, jumping on their bed.

He seemed too excited for putting on a plain green hoodie, Leo noted, and Finn was basically jumping on his feet. They were looking at him with big, expectant smiles, following his every move as he walked to their closet to take the costumes out. Leo narrowed his eyes. Too excited. The moment his hand reached the pile of colorful hoodies, giggling ensured.

“Oh, no, Butter. Our real costumes,” Finn exclaimed with way too much enthusiasm in his voice. Logan disappeared in the hallway with a jog, only to return moments later with two big shopping bags, depositing them proudly on the bed. Both boys stared at him with thrilled anticipation. Cuties, Leo noted as he approached the bags with a raised eyebrow.

“Guys, what’s all this? I thought we were set on the Chipmunks?”

“Just open it,” they said together. He huffed but obliged. The questions he was about to ask died in his throat as he took out a soft, green…frog pajama. Next to it sat a plastic golden crown with pointy spikes.

“What the…”

Finn and Logan wasted no time, and emptied the other bag, full of clothes, straightening them so Leo could take a look. There was a prince suite, all greens, leaf details, matched with a darker shade of green leggings and a light cape. The crown was placed on top of it. Next to it, they disposed a simple, yellow shirt, some brown pants, and a white waist apron. Lastly, Finn gently took from the blonde’s hands the big, soft green onesie with the hood that looked like a frog. Then, they joined him at the end of the bed, where he was staring at the new costumes in awe. Leo felt Logan’s strong arms hugging him from behind, and he instinctively brought a hand to the one resting on his chest. Finn rested his head on the youngest’s shoulder, pointing with a finger to each costume.

“Logan,” the prince suite, “Me,” the frog onesie. For the last one, he let a soft kiss on his cheek. “And our wonderful New Orleanian prince who worked hard for his dreams.”

Leo let out a strangled noise, bringing a hand to his mouth, already feeling the tears stinging his eyes.

“No,” he sobbed, “Y’all didn’t.”

“But wy’all did.” Finn left another soft kiss on his nose.

“Surprise,” Logan murmured against his shoulder.

Leo was speechless. He turned so he could hug his boys properly, sobbing and keeping them tight as they let out happy sighs of relief.

“I’m so glad you like them, Peanut,” Logan said, looking up at the crying boy with a warm smile. Leo had to leave a kiss on his forehead, and one in Finn’s hair for good measure. He received a soft hum for his trouble.

“Honey, they’re…God, they’re perfect. How did you…?”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Believe me, it wasn’t easy. We only decided last week and had little to no time, between practice and keeping it from you.” Leo quickly scanned in his head every evasive answer or excuse he’d received in the last few days, every random time they left the house without him.

“The last part was the hardest,” Finn added. “We don’t like keeping things from you. Secrets. Bleugh.”

Oh.

Two and a half years into their relationship, they easily shared every day and thought, so Leo felt the difference immediately. He should have known that they wouldn’t let him out of things if not for a valid reason behind, and let himself relax in relief against them. With two last kisses, he let the boys go to take a better look at the costumes. He sat at the edge of the bed, holding Logan’s hand, and looked at Finn, who was still bouncing on his feet.

“So, of course you had to be Tiana, that was the whole point. And this,” he pointed the yellow shirt and apron, “Is supposed to be what she wears at the beginning of the movie, yeah? As a waitress? We wanted to get you something more elaborate, because in the movie there are so many dresses, but we didn’t find anything that would take less than two weeks to arrive, and we couldn’t take you to a tailor because it would’ve spoiled the whole thing, so, yeah…”

Leo smiled smittenly at the fast-mumbling Finn had fallen into, and he reached out with a finger to pull his chin down for a kiss. “Sweetheart, this is perfect. Honestly, I’m surprised you managed all this in just a few days!”

At that, Finn beamed. “Yeah! And I’ve always wanted one of those big animal onesies, so I had to be Naveen as a frog. So, look at you, two princes to escort you tonight!”

Leo let out a watery laugh, unable to keep his emotions down. The surprise had been so sudden and unexpected, and most important, they’d changed their whole Halloween plan just for him, and the things he’d told them a few days before. They’d been so ready to make him feel special that he didn’t know what to say.

“Yeah, my two frog princes. God, I love you two so damn much. Okay, let’s put these on.”

Needless to say, the party was a success. Everyone cooed and took pictures of the three of them, and Leo beamed every time someone asked the reason behind their costumes. Logan and Finn just smiled, never taking their eyes off him. And as he spoke and laughed with the team, and Logan ran a thumb on Finn’s hand three times, the redhead thought at the conversation they had exactly a week ago. When Leo had opened more about his love for The Princess and the Frog, explaining why it was so important for him. They talked about it one lazy morning in bed. There was peace, in the intertwined fingers against the pale light coming from the curtains, and a mess of tangled legs under the blankets.

“I think I loved it so much because Tiana was one of the first different protagonists in Disney,” he murmured to his boys, observing their hands playing together in the air. “And I was beginning to feel amiss. Like something was different between me and the other kids. It’s not the same kind of different, but yeah.”

He felt Logan press more into his back, strong arms around his chest. Finn had a little, focused pout as they all stared at the hands playing above their heads.

“I didn’t really know what it was, not yet, but I…I started to think about it.” He smiled. “And I had this big dream. And in my head, it was just…more and more confusing. I thought that there was no one like me in the league. I looked at the stars and wished I could conciliate my dreams -hockey and…yeah, somebody to love. Seemed impossible at the time.”

Logan let out a small, cooing noise, making Leo roll on his back so he could pace the bond’s head on his chest. Leo chuckled, accepting his destiny of becoming a stuffed toy himself. He brought a hand to brown curls as Finn scooted closer, pressing a peck to both his boys’ noses.

“So, you know, big dream, big secret. That movie made me hopeful. Tiana is different, and still, she succeeds.” He shrugged, a corner of his mouth going up. “And I mean, for a while I did want that restaurant to be mine. It was so good.”

He glanced at the stuffed frog, that Finn had insisted on putting on the nightstand, and then at the ceiling, covered in small, sticky stars that glowed in the dark that were yellowing after a few years up there. He smiled contently, snuggling between his boys and closing his eyes.

Leo was now wide awake, and high on the love and the attention his boys had showered him in. Around him, the party was still in full force. People were laughing and dancing to fast music, but a slow, sweet song was coming from the kitchen.

“Hey,” Finn grinned, a hand going around the blond’s waist. “Let’s kiss at midnight.”

“Harzy, it’s Halloween, not New Year’s Eve.”

“Let’s kiss at all the midnights.”

Logan’s hand reached Leo’s other side, wrapping him in between them. He left a soft kiss on his collarbone. “It can be a new tradition. Our tradition.”

And there it was, Leo thought as he smiled and nodded. That’s what he’d wished upon a star as a little kid, his frog Naveen to witness. To build traditions. New, random traditions with someone who loved him.

All he’d wished for. He could have done without the NHL salary, or the rising fame. If there really was just a restaurant, or no restaurant at all. Leo liked to think that they would have found each other in every universe and dimension. Every life, and every era.

[changingplumbob]

Knightstone Household: Chapter 9, Part 6

Suzanna and Pollock called Adam and Silas out of the office to open some more gifts.

Adam: Pol, what happened to your costume

Pollock: Not know

Suzanna: He wanted to get in his overalls after his bath. We’ve already taken the family photo

With gifts to each other out of the way the family examine what Father Winter has left for them. Pollock gets a Blarfy, Silas gets a model train, Adam got a common gem and Suzanna got a painting. It’s like Father Winter doesn’t know Suzanna is the one collecting gems and Adam is the one who likes fine art, weird.

Pollock: Mummy, can we book

Suzanna: You want a book

Pollock: I lo books

Silas: Can I listen to Mummy

Suzanna: I guess we’re reading a book then. Let’s go in the lounge, it’ll be comfier than the table

The trio move to the lounge and Pollock grabs the spot beside Suzanna.

Suzanna: Okay let’s see. This one is about a train

Pollock: Does train have name

Suzanna: They just call it the engine

Silas: We should call it something cool like... Harold

Suzanna: What do you think Pollock

Pollock: Yes to Silas

So Suzanna reads them the story doing her best to substitute in Harold for engine whenever she can.

After the story Silas jumps online to play with Ruth and Tyree.

Suzanna: Now Pollock, did I see you hit Sydney today

Pollock: No Mummy

Suzanna sighs. She did see it which means it’s likely Pollock is an aggressive toddler. They’ll have to find some way to channel that before he ends up a hot head like Adam.

Suzanna: Want to play for a bit Moondust?

Pollock: Yes Mummy

It seems Suzanna decides the best spot to play is right in front of the TV that Silas is trying to use...

Silas: Do you have to play right there

Suzanna: I would move but I can’t find your brother

Katherine: He’s on your back Suzie. Die, clay, die!

Suzanna: Oh there you are

Pollock: *giggles*

Suzanna: Shall we fly like a rocket ship huh? Zoom

Silas: Stay on the right please Mummy. My character is on the left

At dinner Pollock finally gets his serving of the grand meal while the rest of the household has some fish and chips.

Adam: Silas are you alright? You look a bit pale

Silas: My stomach doesn’t feel good

Suzanna: Ethelyn was saying she felt sick, maybe he got the bug off her

Adam: Yeah that would- Pollock! Do you have to spill so much. Try to eat over your plate

Pollock: I do

Silas: Mummy can I stay home from school tomorrow

Suzanna: I’m not sure the mod lets you do that

Silas: Can’t you let me do that

Adam: Silas we both have work tomorrow and your brother will be going to daycare. There’ll be no one here to watch you so you’ll have to go to school

Pollock: *thinking to himself* I made a pretty mess

While Adam and Suzanna take care of the dishes the boys nap on the couches, not quite ready for Winterfest to end.

Adam: Did we do Winterfest right then

Suzanna: There is one more thing... mistletoe

Adam: And it’s a tradition to kiss under it?

Suzanna: Yep. Can’t remember why but it is

Adam: Humans and their nonsense. Come on then Starlight

The two kiss and feel their hearts flutter. It's one of those times they both feel grateful to have found each other on this lump of rock.

Suzanna: Think we could have a quick jaunt upstairs before the boys wake up from their naps

Adam: Oh absolutely

Heading back downstairs Adam starts a TV workout while Suzanna shepherds the kids to bed. Pollock is keen for another story so Suzanna reads to him while Silas falls asleep quickly with his tummy bug. Once Pollock is snoring Suzanna tucks her two sons in and is about to leave the room when she remembers the monster under the bed. She’s not too sure if Silas needs to see her spray it but she gives a precautionary spray just in case.

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[sweet-honey-tears]

Shouldn’t you Sleep?

Shinso x GN!Reader

OverView: Shinso starts feeling guilty at how much you stay up with him.

Back again! This was a request and I hope you enjoy it! I did go a bit off script but I hope that’s all good! I haven’t done a actual story in awhile- so it’s a bit rough but also works as head cannons. 🤍

How long can a person stare at the ceiling before their eyes shift the colors and shadows? Till they form shapes? ‘Maybe it's my quirk’ a younger you once thought. Oh how naive you where. But now, staring at your ceiling still, you kinda wish it where true. At least the ceiling would be slightly more entertaining. But instead, you sort through memories at 2am. Recalling a time in middle school where you turned to your stuffed animals, asking why you could never sleep.

Oddly, maybe due to your actual quirk, your dark circles never really showed. Sure they were there but you looked like every other teenager; dark circles from lack of sleep or bad allergies. Which maybe is a good things, you’re pretty sure people would start thinking your Azawias kid if they really showed.

Your work/patrol schedule didn’t help, always randomly studying, and taking any opportunity to work with your mentor- who only worked at night or early morning. You were all fucked up. Sometimes powering through days with energy drinks and random naps when Azawia would let you - somehow he knew. Maybe he could just sense insomnia in people…. Speaking of which

Denki was the one who introduced you to Shinso, a flirty introduction but also mentioning how the two of you always seemed to yawn at the same time….. and you hit it off. At some point, Shinso mentioned his trouble sleeping and you offered the option of talking whenever he couldn't sleep. And he took you up on the offer unintentionally.

Shinso called you, confused about something evolving he recent English homework, but it ended up with a long conversation. And then suddenly, it just stopped. Just froze. And when Shinso looked back down at his phone, he realized it was 11 pm. You school tomorrow morning and then patrol tomorrow night till early morning- you probably fell asleep on the phone or ended the call.

But then there was a knock at his door- which He didn’t respond to the first time , or the second, but pulled himself up on the third. His feet dragged on the carpet as he answered it. Peering down at you, his mouth opened slightly at your appearance. You were in Pajamas, a large shirt with Pink Floyd on it(some American band he's heard you listen to), and black checkered sleep pants. Around your shoulders rested a fluffy gray blanket and a dead phone rested in your palms.

“Sorry about that.” You had sheepishly said.

It started with you at his desk chair. Swiveling around as he leaned against his headboard. Both of you talking mindlessly. An occasional yawn slips past either of your lips. Around 3 am is when you fall asleep, passed out on his chair in the most uncomfortable position possible. How you managed to even stay asleep was a mystery.

This continued for a while till Shinso’s own guilt started to creep into his mind. You stood up one night, stretched, and wished him well. You had a patrol with your mentor in one hour and needed to get ready. You were gone for 6 hours… Then you came back that night to talk to him.

It didn’t help when he found you passed out in the common room or slouched against your desk asleep. Was he being selfish keeping you up to talk to him?

You were on Shinso’s bed, laying down as the both of you talked. Your hands were up in the air as you examined the nail polish Shinso used for you. A nice navy blue color, he muttered that it matched your hero costume kinda well. Shinso sat on the ground near the bed, picking at the dark purple polish painted on his fingers. His guilt picking away at him as you audibly yawned again.

“Y/N”

“Yeah.”

“You know you don’t have to stay up with me, right?”

“Hm?” You russel around, turning on your side to look at the tall purpled hair man.

“I mean you don’t need to have to stay up. You have patrol in the nights to early mornings, and I’ve seen you chugging those drinks( referencing energy drinks) too.” Shinso sighs, his head rolling back on the bed to look up at you.

“Oh… Shin, I…I got insomnia” you whisper out as if a loud voice would break the air. Shinso just stares at you, his eyes scanning your face for any hint of a joke. But nothing- absolutely nothing.

“I guess we share more in common than we thought.” Shinso sighs, a small smile tugging his lips. The weight on his shoulders seeming to evaporate at your confession.

Your hand sneaks down, combing through his purple hair before messing it up. A small laugh escaping your lips at the odd angle the hair sticks out at the end of it.

“I guess so”

@afterhourswjay

[shimmerwindow]

I Never Really

Part Nine

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Cigarette use

Playlist | Masterlist

Before your eyes even opened, you could feel a soreness in your body. It was familiar, an ache you knew well, but one you had almost forgotten. You were moving in time with the slow rise and fall of Jake’s chest as you lay with your head on his shoulder, your arm wrapped around him. Moving slowly, you shifted to look at him. Still asleep, it seemed, peaceful, his hair fanned out on the pillow. Your fingers twitched involuntarily with the need to touch him, your tongue darting out to wet your lips with the need to kiss him.

“Quit looking at me.” His voice was raspy and low, still laden with sleep. A smile twitched at the corners of his lips.

A laugh escaped you, still quiet in the morning sunlight. You laid back down on him, drawing circles against his arm.

“G’morning,” he grumbled, the vibrations resonating against the side of your face.

You slid off of him, curling on your side to face him. “Morning.”

His eyeliner had gotten smudged at some point in the night, leaving dark rings around his eyes. He blinked at you a few times, squinting against the sunlight pouring onto the bed. You trailed a finger down his bare chest, your eyes fixed on the purple marks you’d left on his collarbones.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, rubbing the heel of his hand against his eyes.

“Sore.”

“Sorry.” He turned over to face you and brushed his thumb across your cheek. “Your eyes…” he trailed off, holding your gaze.

“Are they bloodshot as hell?”

“No, they're…” You watched his pupils dart back and forth between your eyes. “Really beautiful in the sunlight.”

You immediately averted your gaze downward. “Thank you,” you murmured. You noticed several scratches down the length of his abdomen, some of them deep enough to break the skin, and you realized you’d done that. It looked like it had hurt – you were surprised he hadn’t seemed phased by it.

“Would you like me to take you home?” He asked.

“Not yet.” You curled a bit closer to him, draping an arm over his side. “Not ready.”

Touch-starved, that was the word you’d been searching for to describe why you fell into his arms so readily. Your heart belonged to someone else, but this time with Jake was satiating the animalistic needs you’d let go unfulfilled for far too long. A crush would fade eventually, the bleeding would slow to a stop on its own in time. Jake was the bandage to that wound, and he just happened to do his job spectacularly.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and burying his face in your hair. “You smell nice,” he remarked.

“You do too.”

You dozed with him for a while, listening to him draw soft breaths, feeling his heartbeat through your hand that came to rest on the center of his chest. It didn’t fill all the gaps, but something inside you felt healed. When the two of you finally decided to roll out of bed and head down to join the others, a knot began to form in your stomach.

“Is Sam here?”

“Pretty sure he left last night. I didn’t see him when I went back down.”

You had to suppress a shiver hearing that, a cold sweat making your palms feel clammy. You pulled yourself together and the two of you headed down together.

Josh was in the living room, scribbling something in a notebook on the coffee table. It looked like he was drawing something.

“Morning,” Jake called, and Josh snapped his head up to look at both of you.

“Morning!” He smiled at you. “You looked lovely last night. Did you have a good time?”

You nodded. “It was wonderful. Thank you.”

“Good, good.” He went back to drawing. “Glad there were no incidents this time.”

You collapsed onto the couch, letting your eyes slip shut.

“Want a bloody, angel?” Jake called from the kitchen.

“Yes please, thank you!” You called back.

“Hey now,” Josh murmured, leaning over to poke an elbow into your side. “He’s already got a little name for you?”

A blush crept into your cheeks. “It’s just because I was wearing that costume last night.”

“The costume which seems to have gone missing.”

“No, it’s–” you stopped yourself. It’s on the floor in the bathroom between Sam and Jake’s rooms.

“It’s none of my business.” He gave you a knowing smile. “I won’t tell. Just be careful with that one.” He punctuated his sentence with a point of his pen towards the kitchen.

Jake walked back into the room at the same time that Danny walked through the front door.

“Hey guys,” Danny said, looking between the three of you, his cowboy hat tucked under one arm.

“Same girl or a different one?” Jake asked him, handing you your glass which you greedily started to suck down. It was delicious, and you would expect nothing less.

“New girl. But, listen,” he held his arms out in front of him. “I really think I found the one this time.”

Josh didn’t look up from his sketchbook when he spoke. “What color are her eyes? Quickly.”

“They’re bl…br–green…? Green, final answer.”

“And her name?” Jake sat down on the couch, slinging an arm around the back of it.

“Something with a G, somewhere in there.”

The twins chuckled in unison. “Get the hell out of here. And take that costume off already!” Jake waved an arm at Danny, who scurried off up the stairs with a grin.

You listened to the rhythmic scratching of Josh’s pen against paper for a while, sipping at your bloody mary and waiting for it to breathe life back into your body.

Daniel came back down at some point, dressed much more comfortably, sitting next to you in a recliner with his feet kicked up on the coffee table.

“Do you guys want help with this?” You gestured around at the messy house.

“No. I’m taking you home to rest. You need sleep,” Jake replied. The two of you stood, your legs still a bit shaky.

“Yeah, go take a nap. We’ll deal with it later today. You look like you took a beating last night,” Danny said, looking you over.

“And where did your costume end up?” Josh mumbled.

“Alright, that’s quite enough!” Jake exclaimed in a hurried tone, grabbing you by the shoulders and steering you towards the door. “See you guys in a bit!”

You couldn’t help but giggle as Jake propelled you out the front door. “They seem to have a sneaking suspicion of what happened last night.”

“They’re used to it by now.”

That stung a bit. “Do you think they heard me?”

He shrugged. “Probably not. But I have to hear it coming from Daniel’s room damn near every night he actually decides to stay here, so they can tolerate it for one night.”

He drove you back to your dorm building, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh the majority of the drive there. You knew it hadn’t been special to him, only a single notch in a well-worn bedpost, but it was hard to fight the feeling that it had meant something. You wondered if he always drove the other girls home, if he let them sleep on his chest in his bed, if he gave them his clothes. For your own sanity, you liked to think this was all par for the course.

He threw the car in park outside the entrance to the residence hall. “Your humble abode awaits.”

You hesitated, your hand on the door handle. He must have sensed it.

“Wait.”

You froze. His fingers curled around your jaw, pulling you back to face him, and he planted a kiss on your lips. It was soft, incredibly gentle, a far cry from the way he had ravaged you the night before.

“For the road.”

You couldn’t think of anything to say. Perhaps there were no words that could capture exactly what you felt at that moment, all of your feelings muddled to an indistinguishable point. You could only give him a smile before you walked into the hall.

Danny had been right, you did look like you'd taken a beating. Staring back at you in the mirror in your room was a fucked-out mess of a woman, makeup smudged beyond recognition, the shadowed trails of mascara tears trailing down your cheeks. Despite looking like an absolute disaster, Jake had still looked at you like you were the entire world. He’d still pulled you in to kiss you in his car.

A knot of anxiety had rooted itself in your stomach that you couldn’t quite shake. Hangxiety, you told yourself, it was nothing serious. But the things that worried you were real, tangible fears; it was more than a vague sense of unease. You prayed the guys would keep their mouths shut. Though, it didn’t matter, did it? Sam had vanished at some point with this other girl of his, and you'd found comfort in the one thing he’d so clearly deemed off-limits. There was no saving you. You’d found a glimpse of him in Jake, and that was all you needed for now.

* * *

Class on Monday was about as anxiety-inducing as you could expect. Sam sat in his usual spot next to you, as always, and seemed cordial. But there was no way he didn’t notice the fading marks on your neck, or the way you got nervous around him, your hands shaking as you took your notes.

Once the sun had set, you found yourself on the roof again. It was a remarkably clear night, and despite the lights of the city, you could almost make out a few constellations.

This used to be your safe haven, the one place you could go to escape everything. Now it felt like a prison. In a way, the entire world felt like an enclosure, so long as the stars were out. You could no longer gaze at the night sky without thinking of Sam, and of all the dreams you’d had of him.

The sound of a rock skittering across concrete pulled you out of your reverie, and you whipped around to face the intruder. Of course it was him. Why would it be anyone else? Risk of being locked out be damned, you really needed to start closing that door fully behind you. Sam stood silhouetted in the doorway, and though you couldn't see his face, you could feel his eyes burning their way into yours.

“I’m about to ask you a question you're going to hate,” he called as he crossed the roof.

You didn’t even wait for him to ask it, pulling a cig out of your pack for him. “Take it.” He wasn’t a stranger anymore, so you could share to your heart’s content.

“Thanks.”

The silence in the air was nauseating.

“So,” he began, followed by a sharp inhale. “Seems like you had a good time the other night.”

You nodded. “I did. Thanks for bringing me.”

“You and Jake caught on well.”

A dagger of ice pierced straight through your heart. He knows. “We did.” You took a long drag from your cigarette, formulating what you would say next. “Where’d you disappear to? You didn’t stay the night.”

“Friend of mine asked me to come over to her place, so I stayed there.” He looked at you with eyes like black holes in the darkness.

You were both playing a dangerous game. One wrong word could send the balance of both of you careening into some unknown abyss, a place where you could never salvage a friendship from. Whatever you were feeling for him, and whatever was causing this gut-wrenching, aching pain in your heart, it would fade. You were sure of it, because you couldn’t bear the concept of having to feel this way forever.

“Was the rest of your night good?” You asked. You didn’t really care to know, in all honesty.

“It was wonderful. Bet yours was too.” There was an edge to his words, a sneer behind his voice you couldn’t see.

You had no right to be angry. You had laid no claim to him, you had lied to yourself until you were blue in the face. You made your bed, and now you must lie in it. But your blood boiled when you thought of him sneaking away, in his costume that so perfectly matched yours.

He had to know what had transpired – there was no way he didn’t. You’d made no effort to cover the marks on your neck, and they were glaringly obvious to anyone who would so much as glance at you. He couldn’t confront you or call you out, though, not after his previous outburst on the matter had been misdirected.

Throughout it all, a feeling of dirtiness coursed through you at an alarming speed, like your veins were full of pond water. There was no relationship, and in your eyes, there never would be – but this song and dance left you feeling like a cheater, somehow. It was sickening, leaving your stomach turning and your hands shaking.

Few words passed between the two of you until you took your leave, and it took a concerted effort not to stomp your way down the stairs like an angry child. You let the door to your room slam shut behind you and kicked your shoes against the wall. You felt like you wanted to scream, break something, and cry, maybe all at once. Instead, you settled for something that would get your frustrations out quickly. When you finally collapsed in bed, your fingers reached for the vibrator tucked away in the drawer next to your bed. And Sam was in your mind, his name on your lips until you fell asleep.

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

Five Little Ducks

Fandom: DC Comics, Batman

Summary: Bruce finds a magically de-aged Jason.

Chapters: 12/13

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Zatanna Zatara

Additional Tags: De-Aged Jason Todd, Magic, Babysitting, Father-Son Relationship, Fluff and Angst, POV Third Person, Bruce Wayne is Not Okay, Bruce Wayne Tries, Jason Todd Has Issues, Childhood Trauma, TW: Self Harm

Chapter Twelve: World's Greatest Milkshake

“Dick?” Jason mumbled as he crept down the hall. “Bruce?”

“Jason,” Bruce yawned, “What are you doing up?” He picked Jason up like a small child, so tired he hadn’t noticed Jason had tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Jason mumbled. Bruce responded with a wrinkle of the forehead as he nudged Jason with his nose.

“What’s the matter?” Bruce questioned.

Jason hid his face in Bruce’s shoulder. “I had a nightmare that you-. Well, you-. It was awful, Bruce. Terrible,” Jason cried. Bruce rubbed his back.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Bruce whispered sweetly, “Want some milk? With strawberries? And a scoop of vanilla ice cream? And sprinkles?” Bruce nudged Jason once more in an attempt to make him smile.

“A milkshake?” Jason asked.

“Yeah, I wanna make you the biggest milkshake in the whole wide world,” Bruce smiled, “For the small price of a happy Jason… Do you think you could manage that?” Jason nodded, or at least he tried to. “Falling asleep on me, buddy?”

“Suhsorry,” Jason mumbled. Bruce carried him back to bed.

“Want me to stay with you?” Bruce asked. Jason made a soft noise as he reached for Bruce’s hand. Once Jason dozed off, Bruce returned to his bedroom and slept.

*

Bruce found Jason in the cave, dressed in costume. Jason's childlike wonder was gone. It'd been gone for a while by this time. "Jason? You-." Bruce wanted to tell him to stay home. Bruce thought about telling Jason he couldn't be Robin but couldn't say no. He couldn't bench Jason. Not when Jason was hurting like this. He could see the pain written all over Jason's face. "Jason, let's patrol together this time."

"Why? What did I do now?" Jason questioned. Jason was on edge. Usually, Bruce would've shut down, but that's what caused all their troubles.

"Nothing. I want to spend time with you. We could do things differently tonight," Bruce suggested, "Let's get a soft serve and sit in the Batmobile for a while."

"How come?" Jason asked.

"Because I feel like we haven't had fun patrolling together for weeks now," Bruce answered honestly, "And I wanna fix that... You used to enjoy patrol-."

"I used to think we made a difference. There's nothing we can do half the time," Jason muttered.

"You make all the difference," Bruce replied, "There is no one like you, Jason. I'm a better Batman with you as my Robin." Jason blinked hard.

"But you thought I-."

"I don't care if you did. That doesn't matter to me. If you said you didn't do it, I believe you. Jason, look at me... You don't have to hold all this pain inside yourself. I know it's hard to bounce back after a case goes wrong, but you can't blame yourself. Some things are out of our jurisdiction," Bruce interrupted as he opened his arms. Jason snatched his mask off and tried to storm upstairs, but Bruce caught Jason and held him until he burst into tears.

Jason hid his face in Bruce's chest. "It isn't fair," Jason wept.

"I know," Bruce whispered, "And I want you to know that it wasn't your fault. You did everything you could."

Jason sobbed openly and without control. He shook violently in Bruce's arms, gasping for air and choking like a small child. "I wanted to help her, Bruce," Jason wept.

"You did... The system's broken... But maybe there'll be something you can do to fix that when you get older," Bruce reassured him. He rubbed Jason's back to soothe him.

Bruce reluctantly took Jason on patrol after Jason collected himself. "You aren't disappointed in me?" Jason asked. Bruce shook his head. Bruce took Jason through a drive-thru and got ice cream as he promised.

"No. I'm proud of you. Don't let what happened turn you cold. Your warmth is what makes you the perfect Robin. It's what makes you the perfect son," Bruce whispered. Jason chewed his lip.

"I was gonna run away," Jason confessed.

"I know... And I was gonna let you, but I don't think letting you go on bad terms like this would be right. I want to know why you want to go," Bruce replied, "And I wanna make sure you know I care." Bruce parked in Crime Alley, and Jason stared at his feet.

"I thought that-. Maybe if I could find my birth mom, I'd have somewhere else to go when you sent me away," Jason mumbled. Bruce placed a strong, steady hand on Jason's head. Tears streamed down Bruce's cheeks. He'd finally caught the ghost he'd been chasing for years. Fifteen. Fragile. Frightened. This was the Jason that Bruce broke.

"I never would've sent-. I love you. All I've ever wanted was to save you, and everything I've done has pushed you further toward the grave. I'm scared because I don't wanna lose you," Bruce confessed. Jason looked up. Jason could see the distress on Bruce's face, even with his cowl on. Jason started to cry too.

"Just tell me you won't leave me if I stay," Jason begged, "Don't leave me alone."

Bruce pulled the teen into his arms. "I'm not going anywhere," Bruce whispered.

"Promise?" Jason asked. Bruce pulled away and held Jason's face in his hands.

"I promise. I will always be right here," Bruce reassured him, "I wouldn't be myself without you."

"I thought you didn't trust me anymore," Jason explained.

"I do trust you. You're my son," Bruce stated without thinking. Jason sniffed. "Do you wanna stay in tonight? Just you and me?"

"I think that'd be a good idea," Jason whispered. Bruce sat with Jason until they finished eating their ice cream. "You seem different."

"How so?" Bruce asked.

"I've never seen you cry before," Jason replied. Bruce smiled.

"I've learned a lot this month... About being a parent," Bruce answered, “Jason… Someday you’ll be a man, and you’ll go your way, and I might disagree with your choices… But I’ll never stop loving you. You’ll never stop being my son. Now, I’m about to make you a once-in-a-lifetime offer. Do you wanna drive the Batmobile?”

Bruce took comfort in the light that filled his fifteen-year-old’s eyes. “Are you serious?” Jason asked.

“Mhm… You don’t think I know you’ve been taking my car around the manor on joy rides since you figured out how to reach the pedals? I never said anything because you were careful. I know you’ve had your eyes on the Batmobile for a while now. Go ahead and give it a spin,” Bruce grinned as he opened the top and hopped out. Jason climbed into the driver’s seat while Bruce walked to the passenger’s side. “Adjust seats.” The command was enough to seat Jason high enough to see over the dash, and the Batmobile adjusted the pedals underneath his feet. Jason resisted the urge to rev the engine as his heart pounded. His smile was a light in the darkness.

[lazzarella]

Back again with my Wandee Goodday weekly rambling! I will say that, while I'm still adoring it, the editing is starting to feel weird? Like, I know there's not a cut and an uncut version but sometimes it feels like it.

But! I'm also the kind of person who can nitpick something I love to death, so I'm not going to do that because I'm trying to ~ac-cen-tchu-ate the positive as Mr Mercer wrote. And, like, I'm just here to see two beautiful idiots fall in love XD Anyway! Here we go:

- Dee going straight for the necklace! XD

- HAND HOLDING SHOT!!! Will never get enough of those!

- Love that they don't talk >:) (No, really, I'm not being sarcastic lol I love it haha)

- Aww, I want to know what the souvenir is!!

- Love their apologies! I especially love that he said he'd have let Yak beat Ter up if he wasn't a doctor 🤣

- Seriously, though, his apology made sense! I'm totally extrapolating(?) here but I almost feel like he didn't know why he acted the way he did in the moment

- Okay, kissing only once is silly 🤣 but I'm here for silly! And he did say Yak has to learn to wait, which must mean he does plan on kissing him again. At some point. I can just FEEL Kao's long suffering BFF senses tingling however many apartments away haha

- (I weirdly love being frustrated by shows I love??? Just me??)

- Awww! Love the scene with Yak and Yei <33

- Dee didn't feed him?? Tut tut, doctor! Not taking proper care of your boxer guy

- "Let's pound" uh, sure... But right in front of everyone? 🤣

- Lmaooooo, Cher! I love him! Telling Dee the necklace suits him better haha. I love the way that he and Yei have just accepted Dee into the fold and omg they don't know it's "fake" do they??? I would love to see their reactions

- I loved the whole som tam scene

- Hm. I guess Taem *does* like Yak then? Not really keen on that, but I'll just go wherever the show takes me, IDC

- Yak getting horny watching the others get oil massages lmao love that they used that 'o yeah' sound bite

- (actually, there's a bit in one of the songs that sounds like part of O Yeah by Yello)

- but he got his oil massage!! Dee is doing a thorough job

- Ahhh, Yak asking Yei about the consequences of him losing the fight!!! He looks so young there D: and I'm glad Dee asked some stuff, too!

- Okay, but what is UP with the Nazgûl dude???

- Dee knows Yak's lying!!

- ...wait, how does Dee know about the hallucinations to tell Kao? (Is it really a hallucination when you're asleep? Is that not just a dream? I'm guessing this is a translation thing though) Like, I can infer Yak told him at some point, but it feels like a weird choice to not show that. Whatever, I'm not going to think too hard about it

- Boo, Ter!!

- "No because I must bring my special someone" is the best response to Kwan asking if Dee was asking Ter out! Lmaooo (I paraphrased a bit I think)

- Okay, it's so funny that Dee knows Yak is his special someone and that's why he's asking him, and he's happy to let Kwan and Ter and whoever assume that, but he won't tell Yak 🤣

- "Just one more time" ??? One more time for what? Maybe I should stop watching this when it drops because I'm always half asleep by then lol

- Whatever Yak says about it would be nice to have someone cook for him every day and Dee's desperate 'oh pleeeease let it be meeeee' kinda look lol

- Costume time!!! They looked soooo good in the first ones (I don't know if they're specific characters or just traditional)

- I love how grandma describes dancing but I didn't note it down. Oops! It was lovely, though! And very true—you have to be in sync with your dance partner and you have to give and take equally, otherwise it's not going to work and you may hurt yourself or the other person

- Lmao, they're still pretending! So silly after the kiss and I LOVE IT! XD this is what happens when you don't talk. Please keep it up! lolll

- Tbh, I think Dee's equally afraid if he tells Yak how he feels he'll disappear now (he probably has abandonment issues, I get it! He said that thing about presents making him feel like he hadn't been forgotten about a child, so yeah...)

- Product placement time! There hasn't been much though

- Ooh, they're gonna get married :D

- Aww, that was a really sweet proposal!

- Thor is so much bigger than Fluke... Just needed to make a note of that lol

- More product placement!

- Dee! How are you going to feed your boxer man every day when you only have neatly arranged cartons of soy milk and a bowl of apples in your fridge??

- YAY ANOTHER HAIR DRYING SCENE!!! But this time with a hairdryer!!

- I knew Taem would be the reason Yak wasn't at the ball in the previews!

- gee, there aren't many people at the ball

- FUCK. OFF. TER!!

- Yak is going to rock up at the very last second...

- ngl, I thought Taem was into Ohm as well!

- Just say no, Dee! Just say no!

- I mean, that's a pretty good speech, pity who it's coming from lol

- Phew! He pushed him away! I knew he would, but still

- Yesssss! I actually fist pumped at Dee telling Ter he wouldn't be a good dance partner and that HE'S TOO VANILLA bahahahaha

- He was very gracious about it, too, which makes it even better

- Ooh, Ter's crying! Tbh, I'd feel bad for him if he wasn't a manipulative jerk XD he cries pretty, though

- Poor Dr Kwan!

- Dee waiting for Yak is breaking my heart!! Come onnnnn, Yak!

- YES!!! THERE HE IS! Cinderelly, you shall go to the ball! (IDK...)

- "My prince!" (x 2) Ahhhhhh!!!!!!! MY HEART!

- This is the most awkward dance routine lmao I kinda love it

- Ooh! Slow dance time!

- I THINK I LOVE YOU!

- (So what am I so afraid of, I'm afraid that there's no cure for, a love that I'm not sure of... Uh, ahem, where was I?)

- I think my whole heart leapt into my throat!! That was NOT what I was expecting at all and ahhhhhhhhh it was perfect! And Dee's happy little face!!!!! He's so amazed and happy and ahhhhh I don't want to wait seven days to see what happens next!!

-Also was that a new sing playing in that scene or something that already exists? Kinda sounded like Inn singing but idk

- Okay, but I am SO here for Yak trying to woo Dee next week lol like, he so doesn't have to, but I would definitely want to let the handsome man woo me for a little while too XD

- (I bet when Dee says enough and Yak's little face drops, it's going to be when he says the thing about loving Yak for who he is maybe, but IDK, I could be very wrong)

- Anyway. I THINK I LOVE YOU! Yesssss! Yak was so brave!! <333

[pannman]

CIRCUS FAMILY CHAPTER 1

Sitcom AU

Circus Family is filmed in front of a live studio audience

“Welcome one and all to the house of the Circus Family!” A Strange creature with teeth and eyes for face and human body wearing a ringleader outfit flies into the air. A wire holding him up is clearly visible. “My name is Caine! I’M THE RINGLEADER AND THE HEAD OF THE FAMILY HERE AT THIS AMAZING HOUSE OF WONDERS! And here is my sidekick Bubble!” He pulls off his hat and out of it pops a round inflatable puppet. “Oh, I can’t wait to see the fam and what crazy shenanigans they are up to.” Bubble says with excitement. “Well let’s not wait any longer” Caine replies “Theme song time!”

Music cues in

Flashes of characters being goofy and laughing together begin

“I’ll be there for youuuuuu-”

“-WAIT! That’s not the right. Whoopsie! Wrong show…” Caine exclaims in embarrassment scratching his head/gums. A laugh Track plays at the goofy mishap

New music cues in with a 90s sitcom rock theme

Gangle and Zooble and Kinger too

Ragatha, Jax and there's Kaufmo, woo-hoo

Day after, day after

Day after, day after day we fly

Past the moon and the sun and we don't know why

Suddenly as they are introducing an assortment of wacky characters a young jester looking girl timidly opens the door, seemingly lost and confused. She bumps into a tall purple rabbit that looks like a guy in a mask and stilts in some sort of costume. He falls over landing on all the others causing a bunch of crash sound effects and roar of laughter from the invisible audience.

The Rabbit looks annoyed “Caine! Is this a new main character?” Caine lights up with excitement. “My my a new member of the family. Looks like today's episode is going to be called…”

A title appears out of nowhere

“Fuller house…”

The rabbit interjects “that’s taken”

“um… I mean… er… Jester Round The Family Tree!”

“Cliché” the rabbit remarks with a snicker

“Okay, Jax! Why don’t you come up with a better name on the spot next time? I’m sure you’ll be much better at it than me!” He sounds cheerful but his words indicate sarcasm, though it’s kinda hard to tell. “Huh. Maybe I will smart guy.” Jax responds. Loud laughter coming from seemingly everywhere yet nowhere shakes the building. “that wasn’t even that funny” Jax says calling out the too easily amused audience.

The newcomer was becoming frightened and confused by her new surroundings. “what’s… going on? I turned on some old TV and fell asleep and I woke up in front of this house. How did I get here? Who are you people?” A girl in a yarn wig and a long dress with fake stitches seemingly holding her together attempted to comfort her. “It’s gonna be okay. Just relax” The new girl simply screamed profanity but to her surprise it was dubbed to a different word “ WHAT THE YUCK IS GOING ON!?!” Her face froze in shock and then gave look of confusion. “Now. Now. We don’t use that foul language in my house! This is family friendly show after all” the audience laughs again.

The fearful jester spins in all directions. “Where’s that coming from?!? who’s doing that?!!?” Without anyone answering the questions she tries to get her head straight and calm down a bit. “So… how do I go home?”

Everyone becomes uncomfortable and silent until Jax speaks up. “There is no way home. You’re stuck inside a TV show” he says with very little sympathy. “What?” She responds. And that’s when a strange marionette of parts and shapes, attached to strings hanging in the air suddenly speaks. “Come on Jax. Don’t be mean.” they move up and down by the strings as they speak, parts jiggling a bit. “But he’s right. This is your new home now.”

The jester is very afraid and uncomfortable. “I know what will make you feel better… a tour of the house!” Caine decides. He lowers down on the wire as a cranking sound is heard and grabs the newcomer by the hand to drag her around just above the ground. “Here we have the kitchen! This is where you may create delicious foods as well as delicious memories.” He moves to the backyard. “here’s the yard! There’s an outdoor pool, it’s always sunny, and if you want to engage in a hobby there’s even a garden.” He drags her back through the kitchen to the living room where she first entered and up the stairs. They were now in a long hallway with lots of doors.

“this is the hallway and these are your rooms.” She notices he seems to not be continuing. “Is that it?” she asks nervously. “Well it’s not exactly a mansion but there is an attic…. We don’t go in the attic…” he got very serious for second and a bit ominous. “But, I’m sure you won’t have any reason to go up there anyway!” He beams back into his cheerful charismatic tone. He brings her back down to the living room where no one has moved. A tiny woman with a red dress and red ribbon and white costume makeup on her face resembling an opera mask cries staring down at her broken glasses on the floor. “they broke my glasses again!”. She stands next to a man in a king outfit with a fake mustache playing chess by himself on the couch. He's wrapped up in a blanket partially over his head. He moves a chess piece before abruptly swiping everything off the board. “ugh! I lost again” The laugh Track went off.

“Now to other business, like your name” Caine said pointing to the newbie. “Ughhhhh…. Wait a minute I can’t remember my name!” The audience the gasps. It was the first time they’d done something other than laugh. “No one can remember their names when they come here but we can come up with a new one for you!” suddenly the jester notices she is behind a podium seemingly on a game show. Caine is in a fancy new getup. “Alright everyone it’s time to play…” the audience finishes the sentence “WHATS MY NAME!” the title appears in bright lights. The audience applauds and cheers. “Alright contestant! Spin the wheel!” A colorful wheel with question marks on each piece stands before her. Cautiously she gives it a spin. It spins around and around until… it lands on a blue piece. That’s when the question marks turns into letters formulating the name Pomni.

“What do you think of the name Pomni?” Pomni scratches her head. ”I guess…” she replies unsure. “Great! You know what? I think now's a good time for a life lesson!” Caine announces. Pomni suddenly realizes she’s back in the living room with everyone. “Today’s life lesson will be learned… as the new kids in school! Today you will all be going to school and learning first hand what’s like to be the newbie like Pomni and Pomni will learn that she’s not alone like she thinks” Caine winks. “Wait what?” Pomni questions after that remark. “Caine now get your bags and your notebooks and your number 2 pencils cause class is in session!” the walls around them fall like cardboard and new walls rise with new furniture growing out of the ground to create a classroom. “Have a wonderful experience!” He shouts with pride before being lifted by the wire with the cranking sound going off. Slowly he rises but disappears out of sight.

Pomni’s eye twitches as she tries to process what just happened. “What was all that?” She asks. “Oh just one of Caine’s life lessons. There just something to give us a taste of real life to keep us from…. Ugh… going insane.” The woman dressed like a doll explains. “I’m Ragatha by the way. I guess we need to go experience the first day school?” the strange Marionette scoffs. “Ugh… why school? This is yucking stupid. I’m outta here” but before they could leave a large beefy child comes over with a trash can and shoves them in, carrying them away. “Ha ha!” He laughs as he runs away. “Oh no! Zooble got bullied on their first day” Ragatha gasps with concern. “Oh too bad so sad” Jax yawns not surprised when the audience found that particularly hilarious. “sheep” he coughs under his breath earning another roar of giggles and laughter.

“I just realized Kaufmo hasn’t met Pomni yet. He wasn’t here today… that’s strange. We better go check up on him. Hey Kinger! You wanna visit Kaufmo!” Kinger is no longer on a couch but in a dunce box cowering in the corner. “Not particularly. Last time I saw kaufmo he looked kind of off. He talked about going into the attic.” Pomni had wondered about the attic. “But wait! Maybe that means the attic has some way out” Pomni argues. Pomni didn’t like the way everyone stared at her like she was crazy. “Or maybe you’re as crazy as he is!” suddenly a little boy appears with a basketball and bounces it on Jax’s head. “Ha ha!” he points before running away. “alright I’d had enough of these little brats! Let’s send Gangle and Kinger to go play hero and rescue Zooble while you, me, and Pomni go check on Kaufmo” So the team was now split. Pomni was coping the best she could while wondering about the attic. Kinger and Gangle, an interesting duo, were off to stand up to some bullies, and the rest of them were navigating the halls of lockers trying to find their way back to the rooms.

“Oh my! Questions need to be answered. Will they be able to find Kaufmo? Will Kinger and Gangle be able to rescue Zooble? Will Pomni learn a valuable life lesson? Will Jax come up with a better episode name next time? Find out next time right here on Circus Family!!!” Caine salutes you goodbye for now.

[lovely-vermin]

Kitty cat!

A/N:This was inspired by @swoonbots Welcome home inspiration list and I’ll probably make a lot of stuff based off of that list! GIF was founded on Google under the words ‘Car gif header’ also not proofread,nothing on my page is proofread

Summary:The neighborhoods domestic kitty cat who purrs and cuddles nicely

Warnings?:Y/N is referred to as Kitty or kit sometimes,Sally collects Y/N’s shed fur to make costumes,Hell is said but I don’t consider it a bad word(REMEMBER WELCOME HOME WAS A KID SHOW IN THE CANON ARG! SO THEY USUALLY WON’T CUSS OR WON’T AT ALL THATS WHY IM SAYING THIS!),Eddie’s is larger because he’s my favorite and wanted to write for him more =0]

Romantic or platonic?:Can be seen as either!

Characters:All the cast that I know of! + Matteo

Wally darling

-He’s often seen with you as he cuddles you. He loves your fur! He’ll just pet your head causing you to purr.

-First time he heard you purr he stopped and then smiled widely as he started to pet you more! He doesn’t know why but he LOVES the sound of your purr

-If he’s stress he’ll just hug you as he doesn’t really need to breath and your fur comforts him a lot!

-Smiling as you looked down at your small friend it was such a funny sight to you. “Wally? What happened” his words came out muffled as he didn’t move his face but it did make you giggle!

Barnaby

-he was at first…worried at you as for some reason most Cats and dogs hate each other. Yet you didn’t hate him and he thought it was a complete act

-Once he realized it wasn’t an act he will literally ruffle your fur 24/7

-People believe it’s a contest for y’all to see who gets the most head pats or ruffles from each other…their right as well

-Wally looked around for his two furry friends until he saw them asleep under a tree. You were on Barnaby’s chest as you were the smaller one. “Aww how cute,luckily I have my camera!” He quickly took a picture fast then silently went away.

Sally Starlet

-She loves your fur like it’s odd. Sometime without thinking she ask if she can have your shed fur for costumes which use to surprise you but now you just let her have them

-when she’s stress or overwhelm she cuddles you as your fur comforts her a lot! She falls asleep on your chest sometimes!

-Sometimes she just face plants onto you without warning then fall asleep. It happens at sleepovers mostly as she just only does it at sleep overs.

-“Kitty! Is it okay if I can have some of your old fur?” The fallen star smiled at you as you sighed and got a box out for her. For some reason she uses your shed fur as apparently ‘it’s great for costumes’ yet you just allow it. “Here ya go Sally” “Thank you kitty! You’ll be the first to see the new costume!” The fallen star jogged to her home leaving you to chuckle at her actions.

Julie Joyful

-she was the first one to find out that you purr before anyone else did. The way she found out? You were sleeping in the sun purring making Julie squeal a bit,somehow didn’t wake you up.

-She does ANYTHING to get you to purr. She just LOVES the sound of you purring as somehow it’s music to her ears! Also when her family met you they also LOVED your purring sound,honestly just feel like the rainbow monsters love the sound of purring for no reason

-Julie is mostly seen with you as everyone plus you know that she just loves the fact she can hide in your shadow. Sometime she makes it into a game that she has to stay in your shadow or she loses,she wins often!

-laying in the grass you felt someone lay on top of you but you couldn’t tell if it was Wally or Julie but looking down you saw it was your familiar rainbow monster smiling widely at you. “Heya Jules” “Hi kitty!” “Ya need anything?” “Nah! Just wanna lay on you” “okay jul” that’s how it usually was,you and someone cuddle(or they lay on you) in the grass under the sun as you like the sun a LOT!

Howdy

-He finds you pretty sweet! When he found out you purr he thought he did something wrong as he’s never heard that before until you told them that’s how your species show your love/happiness without saying it. He was so relieved at that

-Now your Fur is a different thing. He knows you can’t control it and that you try and get almost all of it out before coming to his shop when it’s shedding say but when he just sees the fur his ground he kinda gets annoyed but quickly pushes that annoyance away when he remembers it’s sorta difficult for you to shed without help of a tool so his annoyance is over fast!

-He’ll stare at your tail confused,he knows that Barnaby’s sometimes moves when he’s happy and he’s adjusted to it but yours move for no reason!? You’ll have to explain again why it’s like that. He sorta understands but sometimes he’ll get distracted by your swaying tail until someone or something breaks his trance. It’s laughable when the others just see a confused caterpillar look at the swaying cat’s tail as if it’s some unknown object he’s never seen

-The doors bell ring signaling to Howdy someone has entered to see it was you,luckily it wasn’t shedding day. “Heya Kit!” “Heya Howds” the silence was very comfortable as you don’t talk while you shop often but it never did feel awkward as your food was usually calm and collected. Soon you paid for your stuff but you brought out a rock that looked like him. “Here I made you” “Aw thanks kit!” “No problem! Have a nice day Howds!” Howdy smiled and waved by as you left. He’s happy he met you :)

Eddie dearest

-LOVES YOUR PURRING AND CAT EARS! I don’t know why I just feel like if you allow him he’ll pet you ears giggling like a mad man there’s no reason other then he just loves your ears!

-When he heard you purr he stared like the pikachu shocked face meme but then it was a smile. He now knows a lot of ways to make you purr he just loves to hear it!

-When he gets breaks he’ll cuddle you as your fur comforts him a lot. Sometimes he’ll fall asleep when he cuddles you as it just makes him really sleepy! So your not allowed to move if he’s asleep on you basically it’s the reversed If a cat sleeps on you your not allowed to move but instead of you the cat it’s Eddie the mail man

-Currently you were just staring at the little flower that bloomed in your garden you heard Eddie so you sat up to look at him properly. “Hello Ed!” “Hiya Kitty! You got mail from..Your grandpa!” “Hell yeah! Gramp mailed me! Thank you Ed! Hold on! I got something for ya!” The mail man smiled but stood in confusion as you ran inside with your mail quickly. Soon you emerge from your humble of home without your mail but a gift wrapped oh so nicely. “Here! You can open it!” Eddie smiled as he opened it to see a hand made stuffed animal,it was a smiling rainbow making him smile. “Thank you Kitty!” “No problem! Wanted to say thanks for all the hard work you do!” Eddie was smiling the rest of the day more the usually.

Frank

-He’s fascinated by you! I have a feeling he doesn’t really know what cats are completely so when he sees you he wants to learn more about you! With your consent and only telling him what your comfortable with of course! He doesn’t make his neighbors feel uncomfortable!

-When he heard you purr he stared at you shocked for a while until you snapped him out of it. He immediately asked what that sound was as he’s never heard it! You explained to him what you told Howdy making him remember that every time you purr around him

-He likes how soft your fur and cuddles re. He often doesn’t cuddles but Eddie kinda pulls him in to cuddle with you two and once Eddie is asleep he doesn’t move as he knows the ‘Sleeping Eddie’ rule so you two talk about butterflies or anything to pas the time.

-“Heya Frank! Hope I’m not interrupting something!” Frank turned to you smiling a bit. “Nothing at all Y/N,what is it that you needed?” “Oh nothing! Just made ya something as a thanks for helping me get use to living here” he was confused as he looked at the gift until he opened it to see a stuffed animal version of his favorite butterfly with a smiliy face making him now you made it. “Thank you! I appreciate it!” “Of course!”

Poppy!

-She’s curious about you. She doesn’t know if you are kinda like Barnaby or different as you also have a tail and also because I feel like she’s use to running away from cats and not being their friend but she’s willing to learn!

-When you hugged her she experienced what the town calls ‘The fur affect’ that was made because of you. All her worries and anxious thoughts just evaporate into thin air which she loved so she hugs you often as your fur keeps her calm and sorta sane in a way!

-Now your purring she thought you ate a bee and looked kinda scared until you laughed at her reaction confusing her. She understood that the laughter wasn’t mean once you explained what the purring actually meant. She likes hearing you purr but sometimes wonders if you ACTUALLY did eat a bee and just trying to calm her down

-Poppy was hugging you as she felt down and your hugs cheered you up. You were drawing and didn’t mind the fact she was hugging you but you made sure every once in a while she was okay. When you checked up on her now she was asleep making chuckle at your sleepy chicken/hen/bird(I don’t remember what she was sorry!)friend.

Matteo Beloved

-Matteo absolutely loves soft things and your fur being soft made his friendship meter with you SKY ROCKET! He’ll also make you things or come with you to get deshedding tools for you as he sorta needs those tools for someone…that someone is his fluffy ass bear pet that lives with him

-He loves the sound of you purring as it makes him sleepy so he’ll often fall asleep if you two are cuddling and just purr as that is his way to fall asleep. Your somehow the only one to get him on a normalish sleeping routine so take that how you please

-He always ask before he touched your fur as he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable. He loves the softness and when you two are cuddling her tries to burry his face in your fur which is really ticklish so it ends up with him winning and you giggling. Surprisingly as he’s the boogie man he doesn’t really need air so he can just leave his face there until you ask him to get up

-Soft snores came from the boogie man asleep on your chest. You accidentally purr once and now you put him asleep in two seconds. Sighing but smiling you just looked at the sky,it was beautiful so maybe that also helped him fall asleep. Your not allowed to move now as he and Eddie basically share the ‘Do not move the sleeping cat’ rule with you now which is ironic really it was as they fell asleep on the cat aka you and now you can’t move!

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Pretty in Pink : an unfinished draft that’s been left sitting in my docs for way too long

All the lead up to smut without anything happening, very abrupt ending, Bojan in the Pink Tavastia Collar tm, and the start of some good ole fashioned puppy bojan without getting to the good stuff

“Woo, home time!”

“I’m sooo tired du– hey, shuffle up– thanks, okay, cool… auhhhh… yeah, home time.”

“Vou, big yawn. You go sleep?”

“When we’re back at your flat, yeah.”

“Aww.”

“…what?”

“You miss out on surprise, Bojči.”

“…what do you mean?”

“Here. Look.”

“…”

“…”

“Is that one of the coll–”

“Shhh. Mikke front seat.”

“Okay, okay… just. Hhh– what the fuck.”

“You look cute in. I want to see my puppy again.”

“… holy shit.”

“You do not like?”

“No– no, I lov– it’s good, I love it. I’m wide awake now.”

“Phew, okei.”

“…I jus– h-how’d you get it?”

“Stole from Matti. Will return. Don’t stain it.”

“Jeeesus, Jere…”

— — — — —

The moment after Jere waves the car away, shuts the door, and kicks off his shoes, Bojan has him pinned against the wall. His eyes dart between Jere’s soft yet chapped lips and his icy eyes, staring right back with innocence, as if he hasn't basically been teasing Bojan the entire car ride.

When Jere showed him the collar, that little strip of pink dotted with black spikes sitting in his hand, Bojan’s mind raced back a few hours. He knew he was going to join Jere on stage for Cha Cha Cha for both shows, and half joked, half suggested that he wear the dancer’s bright pink costumes. Matti took that suggestion in stride and passed him his outfit to try it on, maybe recording something while they’re at it. Bojan could only slip the collar on and pull it tight around his neck before he decided that was enough, and sat patiently for Matti to pass him the costume from behind his phone instead.

Just a short, fun video. That was all.

Until Jere walked in and called Bojan “my pretty puppy.”

All he could do was sit as Jere tousled his hair and baby-talked to him in Finnish, pretending like it was absolutely not turning him on in the slightest. Bojan decided to test his luck when Jere gave him a command to speak, and he barked.

Now why, in all things holy on this very Earth, did his spine tingle with arousal all the way from his non-existent dog ears to his dick?

He tried to laugh the feeling off, and thankfully Jere joined him. Bojan prayed that his jeans weren’t tented when he passed the costume back to Matti, and hesitated when he reached up to unclip the collar.

“Here, I got.”

Jere’s fingertips brushed his neck. Bojan’s breath hitched. The tightness of the collar around his neck was gone, and for some reason, Bojan missed it.

“There we go, puppy.”

He could blame any pink on his cheeks from drinking. Easy.

What wasn’t easy was trying to stay calm when getting on all fours, letting Jere ride him with his hand so dangerously close to his neck, accidentally revealing his O-face to hundreds of people twice in one night, and then having to sit next to him in a silent car ride, knowing he’s going to get his brains fucked out and be barking like a dog for Jere–

He …huh. Okay then.

“You still sleepy?”

Bojan, back in the moment, lets out a weak chuckle.

“No. Nope. You kept me awake. Hand on my thigh and all that.” He tugs Jere’s puffer jacket off his shoulders. “I always fall asleep in cars, plus it’s, like, one in the morning. It’s crazy how a little bit of your attention makes me stay up.”

Jere smiles as he watches him talk. He slides the jacket off and hangs it up, then returns his hands to cup Bojan’s cheeks. They’re warm, flushed from cold air and close proximity.

“We celebrate now. To Bojan here in Finland,” in between giving a quick kiss to his lips, he whispers, “here with me.”

Bojan lets his eyes drift shut as they sink into a longer kiss. His hands trail up underneath Jere’s shirt, pulling him closer as he parts their lips with his tongue. Jere nudges forwards and their teeth clack together, but all Bojan feels is his adorable smile pressed into his lips that he’s going to feel imprinted on them, long after he returns to Slovenia.

He wants to revel in the warmth of Jere’s mouth, taste the slick wetness of their tongues together for the rest of his life. Bojan keeps his hands on Jere’s hips, gently squeezing his love handles.

“And to successful concert,” Jere adds, though it sounds a little more like “suck-ess-fool” to the Slovene's ears.

“Mmm, yeah.” Keeping his eyes shut, Bojan trails kisses up from Jere's lips to his cheek, then nibbles at his earlobe. In turn, Jere lets out sweet sighs of pleasure, his head resting on Bojan’s shoulder.

“I’m so glad we’re alone now,” he whispers into Jere’s ear.

“I get to see puppy all for myself,” Jere responds, breath hot against his neck

Bojan stills.

There’s that stupid little tingle again. It happened in the car, it happened in Tavastia, it happened in Liverpool when Jere called him his dog in that steak restaurant, and, fuck, it’s happened so many more times when Bojan fantasised about Jere all alone in his bedroom.

“Bojči? You ok–”

“Do you still have the collar?”

Bojan refuses to give him a chance to worry if anything is wrong.

It takes a second for Jere to verify the situation, and he grins, reaching over to his jacket. He dips his hand into the pocket and backs up against the wall, separating their embrace, much to Bojan’s dismay. It’s momentary sadness, as when he pulls the collar out, that little irresistible strip of pink fabric, Bojan swears he might collapse from how weak his knees become.

Jere dangles the collar from pinched fingertips, practically eye-fucking Bojan right where he’s standing.

“You want to wear again?"

“Obviously,” Bojan whispers, conscious of the heat in his cheeks and how embarrassing he must look.

Jere flashes a smile. When his fingertips brush against his neck, Bojan feels like he’s going to explode. There's no delicate way to put it. Jere knows his weakness and Bojan knows he’s going to use it to his advantage. The collar is soft against his skin, wrapping around his neck just like Jere’s hands from the past times they experimented together — explored each other's bodies, as one might say.

The ends of the collar click together, and an overwhelming heat rushes through Bojan’s body. He can’t help but shudder when Jere cradles the back of his head. Something about being locked in, being his puppy, being owned.

Bojan never considered himself to be a kinky guy, but he might have a few things to discuss with Jere in the morning after, including a trip to whatever weird Finnish sex shop they can find.

“How it feel?”

“…weird,” Bojan answers. Jere’s smile drops so he finishes his response. “Good weird. It’s good, just different, and I– I like it. Yeah… I like it. What do you think?”

Bojan puffs his chest out with his question, making Jere giggle behind his hand.

“You make very cute puppy, Bojan,” he says, “but I like you better on floor, where dog belong, yes?”

Jesus fucking Christ, if he doesn’t fuck me right here, right now, this trip was all for nothing.

His face gives away his thoughts. Jere laughs again, his hand moving up to stroke Bojan’s hair. Bojan relaxes at his touch. He glances to the side when Jere gently holds his greying strands in between his soft fingers, wishing he wouldn’t have a constant reminder of his stress poking out from his hairline.

“Am I going fast? Too much for you?” Jere asks.

“No– no, keep going, I like it when you talk and… talk about what you want me to do.”

Jere hums.

Bojan stares at his lips, plush, soft, a little chapped from the cold. He has no doubt Jere’s staring at his own too.

“On floor. Like on stage, you crawl. You crawl for me, like walking dog. You can do, yes?”

It practically rips the oxygen out of Bojan’s lungs with how easy and casually he can say that. Their eyes meet, Bojan staring at him, with parted lips and upturned eyebrows. He nods, awkwardly lowering himself while he holds onto Jere’s arms for balance.

“There you go,” Jere coos as his knees hit the floor.

He doesn’t seem to care about how hard Bojan holds onto his forearms, or how his ankles click, or how he groans at the aches radiating through his post-gig body. Every little thing that Bojan thinks about seems to fly right past his mind. How can Jere not see how embarrassing he looks? How pathetic, and desperate, and awkward, and–

“Good boy, Bojan. Good puppy.”

“Woof.”

Bojan barks.

He feels that goddamned tingle up his spine again.

AAAAAAND THATS ALL I GOT UP TO :DDD