#I'm too lazy to figure out how to not make it blurry

[binniebakery]

Closer

College AU!Taehyun x Gn!Reader (Strangers to ..) Suggestive! ♡ Summary: As a college student it was practically normal to go drink at parties if you were social enough. So when you kiss an attractive guy that you’ve never seen before, and he returns the favor, is that normal too? ♡ Warnings: Smoking, drinking, slight cursing. MDNI please! (also I’m not familiar with smoking so if I use terms wrong or misrepresent it I apologize!) not proofread because I'm lazy lol ♡ A/N: Totally wasn’t listening to ‘one of the girls’ while writing this !! don't ask me why I’ve been writing so much suggestive content lately I just don’t touch grass... mb guys 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️(I'm honestly on a roll rn) anywho enjoy this short thing!

Maybe you had too much to drink. Maybe. Hell, you could’ve even been cross-faded with the amount of joints being tossed around you, who knows? Your vision felt slightly hazy as a small smile sat on your lips, watching the blurbs of people dancing around to the music blasting in the tightly packed living room you were in. The frat parties at your uni were always a sight to see. You leaned against the wall of an empty corner, using said wall as leverage as your legs were feeling a little too much like jelly. Yeah, you were definitely crossed. Normally you were glued to your friend’s side but it seems tonight she’d run off with a random guy once again. You rolled your eyes at the thought. After a few minutes of deciding whether to call up your friend or a taxi to get back to your dorm, you find yourself staring at a male standing across the room. One hand holding a red solo cup, the other in his pocket as he swayed to the beat of the music. Although you were pretty familiar with everyone that went to these parties every weekend you’ve never seen that specific pair of large brown eyes before. You squinted your eyes in a weak attempt to get a better look but your vision was just too blurry, you were way too far gone. Normally you’d admire from afar but the mixed vodka in your system was encouraging you to go over to him. You bit your lip as you weighed your options, your eyes focusing a little too unnecessarily hard on the cup in your hand and swishing the alcohol inside around. Fuck it it’s not like you’ll ever see him again he probably doesn’t even go to your school. You pick yourself off the wall and slowly stride over to the brown-haired figure. You weren’t too sure how you were going to talk to him but the closer you got the more you found yourself wanting to just pull him in. He was possibly the most attractive guy you've ever seen. You take another sip of your drink, almost spilling it on yourself when someone suddenly bumps into you. “Oh shit!-- My bad I didn't see you there!” a random boy with a backward hat cackles as he pats your shoulder, passing through without a second thought. You simply smile awkwardly and nod as you watch him stride to the person you were just about to approach. You stood a few feet away, not wanting to interrupt their conversation and hoping this guy would leave so you could possibly make your move. He hands his friend the rolled-up blunt that was in his hand. “Here you go Taehyun. I’m heading out now– you comin’ or nah?” He tilts his head, a cheeky grin spread across his face.  Ah, so the guy you were trying to approach was named Taehyun. “Nah I’m gonna stay a little longer, I’ll see you later though man.” Taehyun fist-bumps the other male. You internally sigh in relief as you watch him walk away, your eyes looking back to Taehyun as he takes a long drag. You feel yourself shudder in anticipation. “Hey there.”

You freeze and realize Taehyun has caught you staring. Well, now you definitely have to talk to him.

“Hey.” Hey? Hey? Was that really all you could say? “Find something you like?” Taehyun cocks an eyebrow, eyes scanning the way your outfit shows just enough to leave the right amount to his imagination. You weren’t sure if your body was heating up from his intense gaze or the amount of alcohol that was in your system. “Is there an issue with that?” You sweetly respond. You were really throwing your cards onto the table, weren’t you? “Someone’s bold.” Taehyun chuckles as he takes a step closer to you. Eyelids heavy as he keeps sharp eye contact. Had you not been so far gone you would have crumbled under his gaze. “What's your name?” Taehyun leans in, talking loudly over the music. It was his attempt to hear you better but it was all it took for you to look up at him with a face fully flushed. He smirked at the sight knowing it wasn’t just the alcohol doing this to you. “Y/n, I see you smoke.” You aim your head towards the blunt in his hand and Taehyun swirls it between his fingers in front of his lips. “Taehyun, and yeah, you smoke?” You shook your head, you’ve had a few drags before but drinking was more your thing so you were pretty inexperienced. “Wanna try it?” He says as he slowly lifts the blunt to your lips. You shrug and before you can lean in he pulls it away and puts it right to his mouth. Taehyun inhales and blows the smoke in your face and chuckles. You pout at the sudden teasing. You really just want to wipe that cocky attitude right off his face. So you lean in and kiss him. Taehyun stands still in shock, hands hovering above your waist unsure of what to do. You pull away with a confident smile and the look on your face ignites something inside him. He stares at you tongue in cheek, oh you were bold. Taehyun suddenly grabs you by the waist and pulls you in with one swift move. You gasp and his lips are crashing back onto yours. He bites your lip harshly and you groan, the second your lips part open his tongue is exploring inside. You tasted like sweet alcohol and his breath was warm, absolutely reeking of weed. All you could do was let Taehyun ravage your lips as the buzz took over. Your body felt like it was in flames from the way his hands roamed your waist, with your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him impossibly closer. Closer. You wanted more than anything to just feel closer to him. You tug at his hair and Taehyun groans. “Gonna make me do something I might regret if you keep doin’ that” he mumbles against your lips and you take it as a challenge. You pull away and Taehyun looks absolutely fucked. Pupils deep and dilated as he stares at you with full intensity. Those eyes were so captivating and your breath hitches at how attractive he looks right now. “More..” You whispered, but the music blasting around drowned out your hoarse voice. Taehyun is able to read your lips regardless and the second he’s able to hand his blunt to the nearest person he’s grabbing you by the wrist to whisk you away. Both your cups left long forgotten as soon as you place them on the ground. Both of you soon find yourselves making out in the hallway as you weren’t even able to fully go up the stairs without your hands exploring Taehyun like he was artwork. It was driving him to the brink of insanity. Both your senses were heightened to the point that any slight touch caused either of you to shiver. The way Taehyun kissed you had your head in the clouds, he was far from gentle, nipping at your lips and harsh hands gripping your body. All you could do was let him. His mouth finds itself on your neck and you sigh softly as the both of you fumble into the nearest bedroom.

Taehyun pushes you against the door as soon as it closes behind you to cover your delicate skin in pretty purple markings. It was all becoming a blur, his heavy hands taking off your clothes, your tongue moving against his, the booming music fading the longer you were with him, skin and skin grazing, the room heating up further with the smell of weed and sweat. All you knew was that in the end, you and Taehyun were going to get a lot closer than you had intended.

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[huangxiaomei]

★ — SUNSHINE

sam carpenter x gn! reader

synopsis: a relaxing morning with your girlfriend.

cw: fluff, comfort, reader is shorter than Sam, reader is not a morning person, not proofread.

wc: 651

You couldn’t really recall from last night; you felt too exhausted coming back from your studies, all you wanted was a meal and some sleep, whilst being displeased at the fact that you had to wake up and get ready for your busy day tomorrow and do it all over again when you come back home. While sinking into the comforting sheets of your bed, you knocked out immediately, but not without the feeling of a certain someone’s strong arms around you.

Not even a second after you heard your alarm, you woke up from your rest and quickly turned it off. Something you did a lot when you wake up was setting the timer to five more minutes, but not this time; no more being lazy. You got up from your bed and stretched your body in an attempt to wake yourself up before you went to the kitchen to drink something.

While walking in, you caught sight of Sam’s tall figure standing over the counter, making coffee for herself. Despite your slightly blurry vision, you take in the details of the older girl, her black hair disheveled along with her gray tank top and sweatpants. As if she sensed your presence,

Sam turned her head slightly to glance at you. "Morning,” she mutters softly, taking a sip of her coffee.

You didn’t reply; you were too tired to, but you acknowledged her. Your feet shuffled along the floorboards while you moved to open the fridge, staring blankly inside it before you grabbed a water bottle to drink.

Sam takes notice of your behavior and smiles to herself. “Did you sleep well last night?” She turns her head toward you, her eyes lingering on your frame.

You didn’t physically react when, a minute later, you felt her arms around your neck and pulled you close to her embrace. “Hey…” The brunette whispers, her lips brushing against your ear, before placing a kiss on your temple. “Hey.” You reply softly, a small smile forming on your lips. You feel better for some reason now, maybe it was being in Sam’s arms.

“Slept well last night, sunshine?” Sam asks again, her tone soft and warm, which makes you feel tingly inside. "Yeah.” With your response, Sam pecks your cheek.

“Then why so grouchy? I thought I was the one doing all the brooding.” She chuckles, making you smile. “I’m not being grouchy."

“You are.”

“What? I don’t respond to your question, and that means I'm being grouchy?" You scoff, and the older girl raises her eyebrow at you. “…okay, maybe I am a little grouchy but that doesn’t compete with you.” You tease, causing her to roll her eyes playfully.

“Don’t you have college?” She leans down more to make more eye contact with you, you stare back feeling a little flustered at how her eyes are boring into yours.

“Yes, I’m gonna get ready soon, don’t you have work?” You asked while you felt your ears flush when her arms went to squeeze your waist. Sam blinks and pulls you close for a hug. Immediately, you lean into her chest.

“I know,” she sighs into your hair, “but let me just…hold you for a bit okay?” The taller girl whispers, bringing your head closer to her chest. “I know you’re tired these days, I’m glad you’re getting some sleep and that’s good but you need to take it easy with what you’re doing sometimes, you know?” As you heard her words, you felt a sense of solace in the air before you closed your eyes.

“I know.” You whisper back, Sam’s lips curve into a small smile, and she kisses you on the lips tenderly one more time. “I love you.” She gazes at you, looking at you like you are her everything.

You stare back, feeling grateful for her comfort and words. You were glad she treated you so gently, despite her attitude sometimes, you loved her.

“I love you too.” You felt safe with her.

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[bookishtheaterlover7]

a/n: Hey, everyone! This is my very first fic in an extremely long time(like 5 - 6 years long). And honestly, I'm nervous to post because this really is the very first time, I've ever written for Lloyd Hansen. I just hope y'all like it.

Lloyd Hansen x Reader

word count: a lot(?)

WARNINGS: Lloyd torturing(not the reader), brief mention of electro shock, torture and death, manipulation, slight cursing, dark!Reader and semi-dark!Lloyd(he's kind of soft for Reader). I don't know how to rate this, so to be safe, MINORS DNI!!!

Enjoy!

*Y/H/C = Your Hair Color

**C/T/B/C/Y = Color That Best Compliments You

Lloyd was doing one of his favorite activities in the world, torture. And no, not the kind that brings an earth-shattering pleasure to his partner. This type of torture is done when one needs information. Wherein, the unwilling recipient has had his wrists and ankles bounds to a wooden chair, his body convulsing and reacting to every electrical wave that was pushed into his body. To his relief, the shocks came to a slow and steady stop, which lead to his torturer leaning down to his level, looking like an eager cat.

"Wasn't that just fun, Ram? Huh? Now, tell me what I want to know, and this all ends..." Lloyd said, punctuating each word with a slow, lazy drawl, as he keeps his hand on the switch of the device, almost teasingly playing with it. Deep blue eyes gleaming with a dangerous sparkle. A subtle threat.

"I told you, I don't know!" Ram continued to say. Trying so desperately to hang on to his deniability in all of this. Praying to any god above that someone would help him escape this hell.

"Oh, Ram... Shame... And I was beginning to like you..." Lloyd sighed, adjusting himself on his stool across from Ram, his fingers twitching, ready to flick the switch once more. Sending more unending shocks to Ram's weakening body.

Maybe there is a god, when the sound of a ringing phone broke the intense silence of the basement, answering Ram's silent prayers.

"What did I say, about LEAVING YOUR DAMN PHONES ON WHILE I'M WORKING?!?!" Lloyd shouted, standing up and slamming his fist way too close to the device on the table next to him.

"It's your phone, Sir." One of his goons, who was keeping guard, replied.

"Who is it?" Lloyd asked, his voice containing a dangerous note, towards the end.

"The big boss, Sir." Another goon, who was standing close to the tray that contained Lloyd's phone, answered.

"I'll be right back..." Lloyd told his prey, lightly, almost playfully, tapping Ram's cheek, causing him to flinch away.

Lloyd swaggered away, grabbed his phone, and headed into the next room, signaling to most of the goons to follow him, and leaving two to keep a firm eye on Ram.

Half delirious, Ram's vision was blurry. It has him blinking several times to try and clear it, which didn't really do much. But that didn't stop him from noticing a slowly approaching figure. This figure wasn't what he'd expected in a place like this.

She had flowing *Y/H/C, dressed in a **C/T/B/C/Y dress, that caught his attention, even with his worsening eye sight, for it complimented her skin perfectly. The sweet combination, making her seem like an angel in this hell.

She offered comfort and relief the second she placed the cool, soft, rag on his sweaty forehead. Forcing a groan of relief out of his chapped lips, his body sagging at the small semblance of relief.

"You don't deserve to be treated like this... Lloyd's always too harsh on his victims." She sighed, regret and sympathy oozing off of every pore of her words, as the rag continued it's purpose of relaxing Ram. Along with her gentle touch on his temple, to keep his head from sagging. He felt safe.

"And he never lets up! Even when I tell him it's too much for me. That I can barely stomach it!" She continued, her voice gaining an edge, before quickly disappearing, letting her care continue, with her soft look resuming, even when Ram didn't notice the change.

"I don't think he's going to let up anytime soon." Ram groaned, fatigue settling into his bones.

"He wasn't always like this. I grew up with this sweet boy, but he turned into this monster sometime in college. Forever changed..." She cried, a slight shake and hiccup in her words.

"I love him, I really do. With everything I am, but I don't think I can stay here much longer." Her voice barely a whisper, almost like she's scared to say it out loud. This gave Ram an idea, one that might just save the package he was tasked to deliver, before he was taken.

"I loved someone once too... she left before I could convince her to stay. But a good friend told me where to find her, as long as I agreed to deliver the package I arrived here with. The address is on it!" Ram exclaimed excitedly, nearly scaring his saving grace.

"If you can find that package and take it to my love, I will gladly die a happy man... I don't care what Lloyd Hansen does to me, as long as she gets it, and know that I did everything in my power to get it to her." He continued, looking at her with such earnest, it almost made her feel pity. Almost.

"I just might be able to. Lloyd will be busy tonight, it'll be the perfect chance for me to escape. And, oh, I wouldn't want to bring bad news to your love... it would be so tragic for her to know that you died trying to get her what she needed." The angel gasped, desperately grasping Ram's trapped hand.

"It would be an honor for me to die knowing that package arrived safely." Ram repeated, looking at his angel right in her eyes, which seemed to soften and convince her.

"Alright, I'll do it..." She said, leaning in and giving Ram one last touch of comfort, for she knew he doesn't have long.

Lloyd made his way up to his bedroom, several floors up in his castle. Upon entering, he sighed out the long day, removing his jacket and placing it on the chair in front of the desk. He made his way to his bed, ready to sink into his goose down comforter, and sleep.

But before he could, his eye caught the odd shape of a beaten up box on his nightstand. He slowly sat up, and let out a small chuckle, as soon as he realized what the box was exactly.

"Should've known you'd find a way to get the information, I couldn't, Babe." He scoffed, amused, and knowing exactly who left it.

"Wasn't hard. A few gentle touches here, a sob story here, and he was so willing to risk trusting me. Shame really... I kinda liked him." Y/N, aka Angel, said from her seat on the darkest corner of the room. Turning on the the lamp by pulling its string, before standing up, and running her hands over her skirt, smoothing it down.

Lloyd got up to meet her halfway, wrapping his strong arms around his girl, leaning down to place his forehead against hers.

"You really are something, Kitten..." He sighed, his eyes shining with adoration, even in the dim light of their bedroom.

"Something as unhinged as you, definitely." She grinned, leaning in to kiss her Lloyd, before jumping into his arms.

He carried her across the room before breaking the kiss.

"Hang on, how did Ram die so quickly? I set that device to a semi dangerous level..." Lloyd asked, brows scrunching in confusion.

"Oh, sorry, Honey... I guess my hand must have slipped!" She smiled innocently.

Her smile drew her love back to her, knowing she was his match, in every way.

a/n: So, that was my first fic in a while. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Let me know if y'all would like me to upload more of Lloyd's equally unhinged girlfriend, or even a prompt in my Asks. It'll be so helpful and awesome if y'all can help keep my creative juices flowing 😊 Love y'all, Bookies🫶 Stay sane in this crazy time, fellow fans of the fandom.

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[themoonsketch]

Shelter

It was an October afternoon and the sky was closing in more and more, gray and black taking over what was blue, the wind becoming too strong to the point that you closed the windows at home and started to worry about who was there, Outside, without an umbrella, it was setting up for rain, a lot. It was almost perfect for you to have an afternoon of movies and laziness alone, as you always loved, all you needed was some popcorn and a hot coffee to make everything complete.

Looking at the big nothing from the corner of your kitchen and waiting for the coffee to be ready, you start to hear the violent and heavy rain falling outside and hitting the windows of your apartment, looking a little through the kitchen window you almost don't see the big and bright city around him, everything was a little blurry because of the storm.

When the coffee is finally ready and you are struggling to balance the bucket of popcorn and the mug in your hands, loud and desperate knocks start to come from outside the balcony, in fright, you almost drop everything on the floor and on yourself. , what the hell was that? Who was on your 10th floor balcony in all that rain? still a little upset and with your heart racing, you leave the popcorn and coffee on the coffee table in the living room and go towards the balcony, still a little reluctant to open the metal part of the sliding door, you hear the knocking again, now in a lower tone but still euphoric, "Hi… Is anyone home?", the deep and somewhat impatient voice comes right after the knocking, returning to itself and leaving the trance of fear and reluctance, you open the door , and lifting his head up he came across a large and wide figure in a red and blue suit completely soaked and dripping, it was Spider-Man, “An…can I help you?” you say, still in shock at the completely random situation, "I'm sorry for showing up like this, can I take shelter here? The rain is really heavy and Layla isn't working properly." You nod your head in a sign of “yes” and give space for the big man to enter while you still process the information, how on earth did Spider-Man appear right at your door, what was he doing, and by God, who was Layla? .

He was wetting the entire floor of the room, a puddle was forming around him that was growing more and more, he seemed to be moving around in his totally soaked and shiny suit, a little angry at not being successful in what he was trying to do, not really understanding what he was doing. happening you decided to stay silent and just watch, but you heard a sneeze, “Atchhh.., puta madre, dios mio, I just need to get sick”, acting completely on impulse you suggested he go take a shower, “Do you want to take a shower warm?, it will warm you up and prevent you from catching a cold, you can also stay here as long as you need.” He takes off the mask that covers his face and head and reveals to you an extremely beautiful being, you had never seen someone like that, especially the spider without his mask, the few times you came across him out there, he was always fully dressed and in fight with some villain or bandit, he had some marks on his cheekbones and dark circles under his eyes, but what in anyone was synonymous with bad habits and ugliness, in him he was extremely attractive and made him more irresistible, his tanned brown skin matched perfectly with his dark brown hair, which at the moment was also wet and shining, making water run down your face, chin and jaw, the dark red eyes, mysterious and intense, looking at you, made you lose your way a little, “That would be great, I'll just go Take your time until the suit dries and Layla is back to work, I will try to be as imperceptible as possible, since I disturbed you in some plans.” he says, looking and referring to the popcorn and coffee mug still on the table in the living room, but you can only notice his extremely inviting mouth, and… fangs?, he had fangs, which by the way were sharp in appearance and dangerous, what could a bite like that do to someone?, especially to you, thinking about that man who looked like a wall, so big and robust, grabbing you and biting you made you shiver all over in an extremely good way, and only the thought of more things happening between you made you sigh and almost moan with desire.

Your reaction did not go unnoticed by him, who was also analyzing you closely from the moment you opened the door for him to take shelter from the rain, he noticed when your eyes became a little cloudy, when your entire body got goose bumps and the peaks of your breasts marked on her fragile and transparent blouse, temptingly transparent, her sigh and her mouth opening just a little, perhaps to speak or…moan, but nothing came out of her, “Yeah…well, don't worry about what I I was going to do it, I'm going to take you to the bathroom.”, you said a little agitated and embarrassed by the thoughts you had seconds ago, he just stayed quiet and followed you, in the hallway he had to dodge a little to enter the bathroom door, which for you, was normal size and even large, but for him, it was too small, you decided to leave him alone to take a shower, but if He remembered not having gotten a towel for him.

With a clean and dry towel in hand, you headed towards the bathroom, and when you arrived at the door, smoke and hot steam were already coming out from underneath and through a crack in it, showing that the door had not been closed completely, you, sinful as it was, it already stopped and almost went soft there, with the thought of a spider man being totally naked and vulnerable in your bathroom, just a few meters away from you, one way or another you needed to hand over the towel, so, you started to enter through the crack, the door didn't even open halfway, but it was enough for you to see, to see something that wouldn't leave your head so soon and easily, that would haunt you for the rest of the day, night, weeks and months , who, when you were about to close your eyes to fall asleep, would hit you in an aggressive and fatal way, that man, who appeared out of nowhere in your house asking for shelter, showed you to be a temptation and stirred your deepest and most repressed senses and instincts, he was there, behind the glass shower that was neither private nor dark, with his forehead resting on the cold white marble of the bathroom with an expression of pure pleasure and desire on his face, his hair low and dripping, his back broad and muscular. a little tense, also wet and dripping, her hands on his hard, thick, pulsing member, wrapped in something red, by god, were those your panties? forgotten somewhere in the bathroom, but he found it and now he was having sex with her wrapped around his dick, god, my god… you gasped and almost went to see Jesus right there, you were paralyzed by the scene, you couldn't stop watching, his also strong and tanned legs were shaking a little, that's when he moaned, “Ah..Joder, que rico si su coño es tan pequeño y apretado como parece, nunca me iré de aquí, hm..ah.”, you let out a sob of lust, that was when he turned his eyes to the door and saw you, suddenly you jumped out of the bathroom with your face red with embarrassment and closed the door with all your might.

The towel was still in your hands, crumpled from your grip on it during the scene that occurred moments ago, your chest was rising and falling rapidly as if you had just climbed the highest mountain, your breathing quickened, what the fuck just happened? happen?, you couldn't control your breathing, you were still in shock, your legs were wobbly and your pussy was completely wet, as wet as the state that man was in when you found him in that downpour, you were still trying to process and compose yourself, was it When he opened the door in front of you, you first looked up and found his chest, his broad and large breasts, still with a few drops of water, but it was when you lifted your head up, that you found his red eyes, which now they seemed to be scarlet and with a golden glow that you had never seen before, making you look away instantly, you started to tremble, maybe from fear, maybe from excitement, your mouth was also trembling and only meaningless things were coming out of it, “h-look, It's… I-I, I don't know…” but he interrupted you, grabbing your chin and lifting it upwards, making you look eye to eye again, “Que perra, ¿quieres decir que me estabas espiando en la ducha? Hm?” he says while shaking his face from side to side a little aggressively, “What a little slut you are, wanting me from the moment I set foot here, you don’t even hide it.” you were speechless, without words to say to that man, after all, it was all true, you had spied on him, desired him, had thought of him biting you, and worst of all, in front of him, but who was he to want to fight with you? ?, he was fucking your panties, your poor defenseless panties, “Y-you had my panties in your m-hands and in your…” you couldn't continue, the way he was looking at you, as if he could tell you eating the whole thing in one mouthful left you too upset to continue your sentence, you closed your legs a little when your pussy reacted to that look, and he brutally grabbed you and pulled you into the bathroom, pressing you against the cold wall that ripped you away. a little scream, it was when he pressed you that you realized he was naked, the towel now lying outside the door never reached him.

Hi, I wanted to apologize for any gross mistakes you may have found, my English is a bit bad and I'm starting to write publicly, anyway, I hope you liked it :)

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[kaminocasey]

Do You Hear the People Sing Part 6

Summary: You try to figure out an escape while Fox tries to find you. Pairing: Commander Fox x Reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Violence-ish. Force Choking. Kidnapping. WC: 2.3K A/N: I should have had this done and ready to go for Fox Friday but I didn't and I'm sorry!

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The morning sun shines slightly on your face as you sleep peacefully, breathing softly. Fox can’t help but be in awe of how beautiful you are. How did he get so lucky in this life?

As he traces lazy lines up and down your bare skin, you start to stir slightly, smiling. He keeps tracing until finally he pulls you to him, kissing you breathless.

“Mm. Good morning, love.” You smile against his lips.

“Good morning.” He rolls over so that he’s hovering above you.

“Do you want breakfast?” You ask him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He leans down and kisses along your collarbone all the way up to your jaw. “Sounds great. Except I had something tastier in mind.”

He travels down your body, peppering soft kisses along your bare skin until he gets to your lower half, smirking up at you.

“Is this okay?” He asks.

“Please.” You murmur, carding your fingers through his messy curls.

“So polite.” He praises you, kissing your hip before diving into your warmth.

He’d never get tired of this. Waking up to you every single morning. Eventually, this war would be over, and he’d be able to be public with you. He’d never have to bail you out of jail again. You’d be able to do everything normal couples do and more.

When Fox wakes up to find you missing, he nearly drops to the ground, his ears still ringing. The last thing he remembers is a red lightsaber and Ventress running into the apartment from the gaping hole in the living room, grabbing you, and jumping back into the speeder, only to fly off to Maker knows where. He had tried to get up, to stop her, but he’d been too weak with dizziness and passed out.

Now that he’s doing somewhat better, he finally gets up off the floor to go check on Stone and Thorn. They’re both finally coming to and they seem to be about in the same shape as Fox. Which is not great, but functioning. He just got you back… and now, you’d been ripped right from his arms again.

This time… if he had to, he’d tear apart the entire galaxy to find you. He knows he’ll do whatever it takes to get you back.

“Let’s go.” Fox tells them, helping them up.

“Where’s-” Thorn starts but Fox cuts him off.

“They took her.”

When you come to, you’re sore all over your body. You try to feel your surroundings before opening your eyes. Your wrists are bound together but you’re laying on some sort of cot. The air is cool and you hear people talking far away. Or at least you think they’re far away. Your ears are still ringing a bit.

“Ooh, she’s waking up.” You hear a sultry female voice.

You turn your head toward the voices, trying to open your eyes.

“You can do it. Open your eyes.” You hear Nell’s voice.

Immediately, your eyes open. Everything is still rather blurry, but by the time things start to become clear, you see Nell in front of you, holding out a cup of water.

“What have you done?” You ask her, angrily, and then look at the person behind her.

You try to get up to confront her but the woman behind her blazes her red lightsaber. So that’s who that was. Asajj Ventress. You immediately recognize her from when she would give the Corries and the Jedi a hard time. You realize right then that you’re actually in deep shit and you’re going to have to figure out how to get out of it.

“I’m making a difference for Clone Rights. Unlike you.” Nell spits, getting in your face. “I am the one who is willing to do whatever it takes. You aren’t.”

“So, what then? You wanna take over? Go for it.” You shrug. “But don’t act like what you’re doing is for clone rights. You’re doing it for power.”

“Oh sweetie… a thing can be two things.” Ventress purrs, turning off her lightsaber and clipping it to her side.

You give them both a disgusted look and then pull your knees up to your chest and lean against the wall. You’re not going to give them the satisfaction of showing your fear. If they wanted you dead, surely they would have just left you for dead in your apartment, right?

You just hope that Fox survived that blast too. If he’s not…

Nope. You can’t think about that right now. You have to figure out how to save yourself. There’s no use in waiting around for help that you aren’t even sure is coming. Although, knowing Fox, if he is alive, will stop at nothing to get you back safely.

“Do you want this water or not?” Nell asks.

You take the water from her and sip cautiously from it.

“It’s not poisoned.” Nell rolls her eyes and walks away.

“Can never be too sure… you know since you kidnapped me and all.” You shrug.

Nell chuckles as she leaves the room. You know that this time, it’d be harder to trick Nell so that you could get away. She’d be counting on you lying to her.

If you ever find yourself in trouble, don’t panic. Breathe and then find your exit, Fox’s voice fills your head.

Closing your eyes to breathe, you allow yourself a moment of peace. Only one, though. Then, you open your eyes. Looking around, you see a vent up at the top of the room. It’s about an eight or nine foot reach. There’s no way that you’d be able to get up there today since you’re still sore. You’re definitely going to need your energy to get out of wherever the hell you are.

“Respectfully, General... There’s no way she’s on Coruscant.” Fox tells General Skywalker. “I know the lower levels, I have all my informants on the lookout and yet I have heard nothing.”

The desperation was clear as day in his voice. You’d been gone a day and each passing hour had him feeling like he was going out of his mind.

Where are you? Are you okay? Have they hurt you? Why did they take you? Do you know he’s alive? Are you holding on for him to come and get you?

Each question keeps reeling through his mind, replaying and replaying and replaying again. He’s not slept in over 24 hours and he doesn’t think he can until you’re found and brought home.

“Respectfully, Commander… I need you to trust me.” Anakin tells him.

Fox didn’t have time to trust General Skywalker. He didn’t have time for anything except finding you.

“We need to expand our searches to known Separatist planets. Where was Ventress last seen?” Fox asks.

Someone had to know where she was.

“I don’t know, Fox. But we’re going to find out.” Anakin promises Fox.

Of all the times that you’d sat in a jail cell, you’d think you’d be better prepared for situations like this. Except you never feared for your life in a Coruscant jail cell. You knew the Corries would never let anything happen to you. You knew they’d at least treat you with dignity.

Here… is new territory. You don’t know what’s going to happen. You don’t know their plans. You don’t know if you’re safe.

On top of all of that, you can’t stop thinking about whether or not Fox, Thorn, and Stone are alright. Surely if you were, they would be too, right? Except Fox was a bit closer to the blast. Tears springing to your eyes, you try to push those thoughts to the back of your head so you can focus on getting out of here.

One thing at a time, you tell yourself, like figuring what time it was.

You have had to have been here for a day or two now, at least… You’ve lost the concept of time since you don’t know how long you were out. You’ve been given bread and water five times now since you woke up. Does that mean you’ve been here about a day and a half? Two days?

You stand up to finally measure your height compared to how far up the vent is. Now that you’ve slept and feel a bit better, it looks a little higher up than you’d expected. Looking around for ideas, your eyes settle on the cot. Checking the doorway and trying to glance down the hallway past the blazing red electron wall that guards your doorway, you don’t see anyone coming. Quickly lifting up the small thin mattress pad, you see that the cot has bars that line it, which will be perfect for climbing.

Trying to keep calm, you start to get to work.

“No sign of Ventress, I’m afraid.” Obi-Wan’s holoform stands in the pad of Anakin’s hand and Fox’s heart sinks. “Until she pops back up again, I’m afraid we don’t have any other leads.”

Fox excuses himself, walking out of the briefing room and down to an unused room that he knows goes empty most days. He just needs a moment to himself, he’s so tired. When the door slides shut behind him, he leans over the table, bracing himself on it. The urge to throw something is strong right now, so it’s important he keeps his calm.

“Fox.” Thorn enters the room.

Fox looks back at him. “What is it?”

“No offense, vod… but you look like shit. You need to go and sleep for a few hours.” Thorn places a hand on Fox’s shoulder.

Fox ignores him. “You know, I really thought I was good at my job… I thought I could find her. What if I’m not… and what if I can’t?”

Fox finally turns to Thorn, crossing his arms and leaning against the table.

“We will find her.” Thorn promises him. “I know we will.”

Fox nods, scolding himself mentally for starting to doubt himself. He is good at his job. He’s a great investigator. He’s solved lots of crimes. He can solve this one.

“Go get some sleep.” Thorn insists.

With a sigh, Fox leaves the room. If only to close his eyes for an hour. He needs to come up with a plan. Perhaps one that didn’t include his Jedi superiors…

Nope. There’s no way that you’re fitting in there, you realize as you stand on the last bar of the cot staring into the too small vent, not without getting stuck.

Angrily, you climb back down and pull the cot back into its spot against the wall, sitting down on it in momentary defeat. Resting your head against the wall, you hear voices nearing the room and you look up in time to see Ventress approach the electron wall with some tall, old man who eerily resembles a vampire.

“This is her, master.” Ventress smiles up at him before walking away.

The red blazing wall drops and you glance past him, thinking you could easily outrun an old man. He doesn’t really look quick.

“I wouldn’t try it if I were you.” He warns you in a monotonous tone, noticing your glance past him.

You let out a huff and stand up. “What do you want?”

“I want to extend a hand to your cause.” He tells you.

Wait, what?

“The Clone Rights movement?” You ask, confused.

Folding his hands behind his back, he nods as he starts to pace the room. “I can make a large donation, help you get rights for the clones, and put you in a position of power. Senator even.”

You cross your arms, confused. Why would the Sith want to help? What’s in it for them?

“What makes you think I would want anything from a Sith?” You glare up at him.

He lets out a small chuckle. “Did you not just hear my offer?”

“What’s in it for you?” You ask, still confused.

He stops to look down at you. “That’s not of importance right now. I’m offering you my help.”

“No.” You shake your head, not even considering it.

You know what the Sith are capable of. It’d be like making a deal with a demon. It would only come back to bite you in the ass later and you know it. After everything you’ve heard Fox say about the Sith, you know better.

“No?” He asks, a hint of surprise in his voice.

“No, thank you.” You glare.

“Foolish girl.” He shakes his head at you.

You shrug. “You can go now.”

“It must sting to know that you can’t fit through that vent.” Ventress’ voice is back in the doorway.

You look up at her, wide eyed and she chuckles.

“This would be your way to freedom.” The man tells you.

“Do you plan on killing me?” You ask him.

“There are worse things than death.” Ventress purrs.

Glaring at her, you’re tempted to ask what, except suddenly, you start to find it increasingly hard to breathe. Like all the air was sucked from your lungs and there’s an imaginary hand around your throat. Trying to scrape at the imaginary hand, you start to gasp for breath, feeling tears start to slip out of the corner of your eyes. You realize that it's Ventress doing it. It’s some sort of Sith trick. You’ve never encountered such a thing.

“That’s enough of that, Ventress.” The man murmurs, holding up a hand.

“Yes, Master Dooku.” She releases and you drop to the ground, sputtering and gasping for air.

Refusing to look at them, you listen to them leave, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of watching you cry. Now that you know what they’re capable of, you’re not sure how you’re going to get out of this.

Slowly, pulling yourself over to your cot, you lay down, still trying to get your breathing right. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you start to think of another way out, because no matter what, you refuse to just stay here and accept your fate.

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[sohotthateveryonedied]

Could I perhaps bother you for some Tim sees ghosts AU headcanons?

(most of this is just copy-pasted from the discord with my friends because i'm lazy)

duke in the tim sees ghosts au, seeing some weird shadowy energy surrounding tim at all times: o_o

tim in the tim sees ghosts au, sensing that duke can’t die: o_o

since duke has the ability to amplify other metahumans' powers when he's in close proximity to them, i've decided that this applies to tim too even though he's not technically a metahuman and is just a weird kid with weird powers, but it's my au and i make the rules

so whenever duke is near tim it makes tim's abilities stronger, e.g. he can sense more stuff, do more creepy death stuff, and the ghosts around him are more present/detectable

normally only tim is able to see the ghosts and that is still the case, however when DUKE is around then if you're looking closely enough (or have super cool vision powers) they look like creepy blurry shadow people that you can see out of the corner of your eye

and with duke's light-seeing powers it means he can see the ghosts too and WAY better than other people can, almost to the point where they're fully visible to him. which is how he finds out about tim's powers because hmmm he's pretty sure normal people don't have creepy ghosts following them everywhere

we know that tim’s siblings all find out before bruce does, duke included, so after breaking the news tim tells duke he has to keep it a secret from bruce and duke canNOT handle that

duke: “how am i supposed to keep a secret from the batman!! he’s the fucking batman!! he can read my mind!!!”

that night at dinner duke won’t look bruce in the eyes and of COURSE bruce knows he’s hiding something because Fucking Batman

bruce: “spill. what did you do.”

duke: “i didn’t do anything!!”

bruce: “if you tell me now i won’t be mad”

duke: “WHY DO YOU AUTOMATICALLY ASSUME I DID SOMETHING”

and duke’s eyes keep darting to tim who’s doing his best to look innocent and bruce obviously notices that too

bruce: “tim, what did duke do”

duke: “I DIDNT DO ANYTHING!!”

and bruce doesn’t let up and duke is sweating so eventually he panics and yells “OKAY OKAY YOU GOT ME. tim uhhhhhhh…….killed your fish”

bruce: “i don’t have a fish”

duke: “yeah. but uh. we got you a fish. for your birthday. and tim killed it”

and bruce looks at tim who figures welp, it could be worse. “uh….yeah. i killed your fish. sorry bout that” meanwhile he's giving duke the death glare

bonus: when duke's parents finally die (yes i feel bad for this but i really want them to die so duke can be adopted by bruce officially) tim suddenly sees two new ghosts near duke and his stomach just sinks because oh no

#lay it on me papa bob #tim sees ghosts au #tim drake #red robin #idiot duckboy #robin #duke thomas #the signal #dc signal #headcanons #batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne #batman #dc comics #soho speaks

[comicwritesstuff]

okay this is so incredibly specific so please feel free to ignore BUT i’ve been wanting to read a fic for ages where the reader is Chase’s childhood best friend from Australia and she moves to New Jersey for a fresh start. She’s staying with Chase while she gets settled, and one day she comes to visit him at lunch at the hospital, where she ends up meeting House and he’s… intrigued by her 👀 either romantic or smut would be so very cool :^D <33 💐

YES. I LOVE THIS PROMPT IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT IM FINISHED!!!

Gregory House x Fem!Chases bsf!Reader

Warnings: None really, just cussing and tooth rotting fluff >:) 3k+ words.

Chase's POV: 

“Well I was just wondering if we could go out sometime, I think you're really-” My attention shifted as y/n's call lit up my phone, interrupting the conversation. It was a more pressing matter than pursuing a one-night stand.

“Excuse me for a moment.” I say walking away, the woman having an annoyed look on her face. 

I answer the phone.

“Hello, y/n? Whats up” 

“Chase! Long time no talk haha.”

“You called me yesterday.”

“Learn to take a joke, anyways, I have some exciting news for you.”

“I’m moving to New Jersey!!” 

“Wait what? Really?”

“Yeah, I kinda forgot to tell you and i'm actually at the airport right now, so I hope you aren't busy tomorrow so you can pick me up.”

“Wow, um alright, yeah I can pick you up, do you have a place to stay?"

“Um…no…” I sigh, “Just stay at mine for now.”

“Don't even with the sigh i’ve known you my whole life you can put the nightly hookups on hold for your best friend.” 

I smirk and shake my head, “Yeah yeah, I’ll see ya tomorrow y/n” 

Y/N’s POV:

I smile as I hang up with Chase, grabbing my luggage and pulling it along the airport. Ahh yes, crying babies, rushed parents, annoying couples and that one insanely attractive person you see for a split second, I love the airport. 

Glancing at my ticket I realize I might have to hurry to make it to the gate, speed walking I see a text from chase, “Have a safe flight.” Let's hope so. 

Time skip (to lazy to write all the details about fucking airports)

Relaxing on a 21-hour flight proved challenging, especially with a toddler nearby. It was unclear whether the toddler would be a source of annoyance or just be tolerable. The flight just started. So to entertain myself I decide to do some digging about Chase's job, he brags about it all the time and the infamous Dr Gregory House. To be honest I thought Chase was gay for a little while with how much he talks about him. Still speculating. 

The plane lifts off and I start my look, at first just looking up Gregory House, a surprising amount of things show up. An article titled, “Gregory House, Talented Doctor? Or a lying Narcissist?” Oh well that's a good first impression.   

Scrolling down I see another article, “The world's greatest doctor, and his deepest secrets” 

Now that's enticing. I click on it only to find out his deepest secrets, including using 3 in one shampoo and how his leg got hurt. I guess people hardly know anything about him. I click on the photos of him, there's only a couple, most of them blurry but to be honest he's pretty good looking from the photos I can see. I’d honestly be gay for him if I was Chase. 

The toddler next to me starts giggling, I glance at her and notice her staring at a picture of House. She's kicking her feet too. That's so relatable. 

For the rest of the flight I find some stuff about this guy named Taub, who somehow also figured out that he cheated on his wife which is why he had to quit. How did I find that out? I took a coding class in 8th grade. (I got lucky) 

Lisa Cuddy the Dean of Medicine, unfortunately only good stuff about her, boring. 

Remy Hadley, oddly, can't find anything on her. 

Eric Foreman, his brothers in jail, fun. 

And the others are just as boring. For the remainder of the flight, the toddler proved surprisingly chill. I passed the time by binge-watching random movies I had downloaded earlier

*Another time skip to plane landing* 

Finally, 21 hours on a fucking plane is horrible. 

I check my phone after I take it off airplane mode, seeing a text from chase a couple minutes ago. 

“I’m at the airport, is your flight done?”

“Yep, wya.”

“I’m parked in the front.”

“That's specific” 

“There's no other front dumbass”

I roll my eyes at his text, and get off the plane as soon as I can. I walk out and see Chase standing outside his car waiting for me. His eyes light up as he spots me, and a grin spreads across his face. Unable to resist, I rush forward and envelop him in a bear hug.

“Man you’re a lot uglier in person” 

I say jokingly, smirking.

“Oh shut up”  

We climbed into his car, and he drove us back to his apartment. When we arrive he helps get my crap into the house, before he gets a call saying he had to head to work. 

Eventually a week or two passes, I've gotten more comfortable in his apartment, applied for a bunch of jobs, and looked for places to stay so I’m not invading his “man” space anymore. Unfortunately there aren't a lot of options, and no jobs have replied to my applications, which is weird since im overqualified, it's almost like they aren’t even getting my applications in the first place. 

I’m doing the dishes when I get a text from Chase.

“Hey, I left my wallet on the counter, so I don’t have money for food, could ya bring it for me?” 

“Nah”

“See you soon”

I breathe out a laugh and grab his wallet, putting a coat on then driving to the hospital. 

When I get there I walk in, looking around before I call Chase, “Where do I go this place is huge” I can hear talking in the background, actually more like arguing. “Uhm just wait at the entrance i’ll be right there.” He says in a whisper.

He hangs up so I just stand there awkwardly waiting, that was a weird ass phone call. To be fair Chase is a weird ass guy with weird ass coworkers so what do I expect at this point. 

Before I see Chase I see Dr Gregory House, limping quickly towards me. And damn he’s even hotter in person than the pictures I saw of him. 

“Hey, no time to explain, you need to come with me.” He grabs my arm dragging me into the elevator. Before it closes I see Chase come out of the stairway, he sprints towards the elevator but it closes. I hear him trying to say something, but it's muffled and I can’t understand it. Wait why the fuck did I even follow House? 

“You're real compliant, you’d make a great hooker.” 

I turn around and side eye him.

“Thanks, so would you.” I say giving a fake smile. 

“Speaking of compliant, why did you drag me away from Chase? What's going on?’’

“I made a bet with Chase.”

“That's really specific and helpful thanks” 

“Oh yeah no problem” 

Sarcastic asshole. 

“If you don’t tell me, I'll stop following you and go with Chase.” 

He rolls his eyes.

“Fine, Mom! The bet is that I can convince you to work as my assistant here.”

“Really? That's it? I need a job. Why would Chase even bet against that?” 

“He thinks you’ll fall in love with me so he doesn’t want that to happen, in his words, “She has a thing for homeless looking, narcissistic assholes with beards.” So he’s trying to prevent it, and he’s sure he can.”  

Damn- I feel so called out. I stay silent before nodding.

“Well to be honest he isn’t wrong.” 

I see House smirk before we get out of the elevator, he hobbles and leads me to his office, locking the door then having me sit down. 

As I sit down in front of his desk, he grabs a ball and starts throwing it against the wall, while sitting down. 

“So are you gonna interview me or something?” 

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for Chase to get back up here so he can watch me interview you.” 

He really is an asshole…it's kinda hot though. 

“Fair enough.” 

We wait a bit before Chase comes jogging up to the door, out of breath, he’s clearly been running plenty. He starts banging on the glass door that House previously locked.

“House!! Y/N! Let me in! This isn’t fair!” He exclaims, House is grinning when he leans over his desk, crossing his arms.

“Okay! Let’s start this interview now.” 

“Y/n! You traitor!” 

Did I abandon my childhood best friend for some disabled doctor? No, I did it for the job. At least that's what I'm telling myself.   

Turning my attention back to House instead of the Australian cry baby outside the door, he asks me, “First question, do you want the job of being my assistant?” 

“Obviously”

“Great! You have the job!” 

I mean, easy enough. I smile and shake my head. This hospital really has some unique people. 

House shakes my hand, grinning as Chase is sitting on the floor defeated outside. 

As the days turned into weeks at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, I got to know everyone. Cuddy had to actually approve of me working as House’s assistant first, but once she saw a…normal enough individual, she welcomed me into the environment.

Getting to know House better, I found myself drawn to him in ways I hadn’t really expected. The bet between House and Chase, Chase thinking I would fall for House, I took it as a joke, until that joke turned more into reality. 

Despite House being a narcissistic piece of shit, there were small moments that I saw, or shared with him that made me fall for him. Ones where he seemed happy, or just easy to be around. At work he's serious but when Wilson dragged him out to bars, or other social environments, he could actually be fun. And though him being a dick is undeniably attractive sometimes, when he was…”himself” that's how I began to fall for him.  

One day, after an especially tough day for the team, and being forced to go break into houses and get coffee and food, I found myself alone with House in his office. The rest of the team had left, leaving us in a rare moment alone with each other. As I glanced up from the medical chart of the most recent patient, I caught House’s gaze lingering on me, his blue eyes intense and unreadable. 

“Something on your mind, House?” I asked, attempting to break the awkward silence between us. 

He smirked, leaning back in his chair with a casual ease, “Oh just wondering why a catch like yourself doesn’t have a boyfriend, or husband?” He responds, his tone laced with flirtatiousness.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his response, a faint blush on my cheeks. House and I had gained an uncanny camaraderie, made from me running around doing everyone's paperwork, being the designated “you get to tell patients they are dying!!” person. And as you’d expect people didn’t respect me a lot, but if someone was blatantly mean to me, House would step in and destroy their self esteem in a second and walk away like it meant nothing. That's another thing that I think made me fall for him. 

“Believe me, I’ve been asking myself that a lot too.” I smile, placing the medical chart on his desk. 

“Do you want a boyfriend? Or girlfriend, or a pet or something.” He quips, his eyes looking like they are reading me, studying my every movement and reaction to what he’s saying, it's flattering and uncomfortable at the same time. 

“A boyfriend would be nice.” I say reassuringly, a laugh escaping me as I shake my head in amusement.

“Alright let's say *hypothetically* I asked you out. *hypothetically* what would your response be?” 

Raising an eyebrow I ask, “Are you trying to go on a date with me?”

“I said hypothetically, now answer the question.” 

A smirk plays on my lips as I roll my eyes in a mock annoyance. 

“Well.” I say, “Hypothetically, I would say yes.” 

“Great, meet me for dinner at (some random fancy place idk u make up a name i'm too lazy to), wear something cute.” 

 With that, he sauntered out of the office, leaving me to think about what just happened. Glancing at the clock, I realized I had just enough time to get ready for our “hypothetical date.” 

The anticipation bubbled within me, standing outside (IDK A RESTAURANT NAME IT), waiting for House to arrive. My heart raced with nervous excitement, unsure what to expect from a…unique…guy like House. I had used all the time I had to work on my outfit, settling for a simple dress (or suit, or just anything you're comfy in :) ). 

As I scanned the busy street, searching for any sign of House, I heard the obnoxiously loud sound of a motorcycle approaching. House rode in, parking his bike before getting off and walking (limping) towards me. My breath caught in my throat as I saw him, he looked impossibly handsome, in a tailored suit that made his rugged charm come out, good god he looked fine. 

“Y/n,” he greeted with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in genuine affection. “That outfit makes your ass look nice.” 

I scoff playfully, hitting his arm. “So much for acting like a gentleman, at least you look like one.” 

He chuckled, offering me his arm in a more gentlemanly gesture. “Yeah yeah, shall we?” 

With a nod, I looped my arm through his, savoring the warmth of his touch as we mad our way into the restaurant. The ambiance was elegant and inviting, with a soft candlelight casting a warm glow over the decor. 

As we were seated at a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. I’m finally going out with House, damn Chase was totally right. 

Throughout the evening, our conversation flowed surprisingly easily between us. I had half expected him to be rude or stuck up, but he seemed actually interested in me, in my life. He was asking questions, laughing and joking with me. Sharing stories of his own, and treating me like an actual human. Honestly it was scaring me a bit, but it was making me fall harder for him. 

House raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. ‘So, tell my Y/N. What’s the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?” 

I laughed, shaking my head as I thought about the memory. “Well, there was this one time in college-” 

“Let me guess,” House interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips. “It involved copious amounts of alcohol and very questionable decisions?” 

I chuckle and nod in agreement. “You could say that. Long story short, I ended up streaking through the campus fountain at three in the morning. I'm pretty sure Chase might still have a video of it still.”

House raises an eyebrow, an amused laugh coming from him. “I wish I could say I was surprised, oh and also. I am finding that video.” He states, with a determined and mischievous grin. 

The dinner continues and our connection just seems to get stronger, fueled by shared laughter, stories of shit Wilson and him did in college, things Chase and I did in highschool. With each passing moment, I found myself more and more under House’s spell, captivated by the complexity of himself, his character. His gaze, laughter, even his personality. Maybe it was the wine or something, but House was being nice, he had charisma, and was being attractive in general.  

I don’t even realize that we’ve spent almost three hours in the restaurant just talking. I check my phone seeing that it's 9:30 already. We had got and paid the check awhile ago, but had stayed to talk longer. The restaurant closes at 10, and I felt a sudden pang of disappointment that our date was close to being over with. I didn’t want it to end, I was savoring this moment I was having, this seemingly perfect night. 

When the waiter arrived to take our dessert order, I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that the evening was drawing to a close. I wasn't ready for it to end—I wanted to savor every moment, to prolong the magic of our time together for as long as possible.

House notices my look of disappointment, “I’m aware how amazing I am, but if its up to me, this won’t be our last date.” 

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, my cheeks heating up as I blush. The butterflies in my stomach going absolutely insane. 

So with a quick glance around the restaurant, I rose from my seat, House grabbed my hand as he led me towards the exit. 

Stepping out into the cool night air, I felt a sense of happiness coursing through me. This was it, the beginning of a new relationship, a surprisingly healthy one so far. 

As House’s hand tightened around mine, his touch sent sparks of electricity coursing through my veins. I knew now that maybe Chase knows me better than I know myself, in all fairness he predicted this, but right now I wasn’t afraid to admit this, to admit the undeniable attraction that I had towards Dr Gregory House. 

His touch leaves mine, his hand pulling as we stand in front of the restaurant, close to each other, staring in each other's eyes. I glance at his lips before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, not sure if he expected it, but I pull back.

“Goodnight House. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that I walk away, to my car. When I get in my car, I look in the mirror, seeing House standing there with a lovestruck grin, one a child would have over some school crush. But it was cute, he was cute. And this was just the beginning of an annoyingly predicated relationship with a Vicodin addicted, asshole, who I suspect has a soft spot for me.

#gregory house #greg house #hatecrimes md #dr house #house md #gregory house x reader #greg house x reader #house md headcanons #james wilson #robert chase

[jailwithonlyboys]

the great tegan and sara music video bracket!

alrighty folks i've got my list and gonna attempt to run this! it's simplynot gonna be super duper organized but should be fun i hope 😄

-in my mind i wanted to do videos and not singles/songs for a bracket bc it gives another element of the visual plus the song together. you can certainly vote mainly on the song you like better, but to me it's about the combo - if you like both songs equally but one video more, go with that one. or choose whichever you want on pure instinct yknow!

-polls are gonna posted be by album going oldest to newest. they're not gonna be same number of options in each poll - i looked at trying to do just one on one matchups but that would be A Lot and also it wouldn't be even since they have different numbers of videos per album, and one for every song for LY2D. it'll be 2-5 options per poll and then winners go to a next round and we narrow from there. do i know exactly how many rounds? nope didn't figure that out we're winging it baby!

-polls will be up for a week for round 1, i'll drop like two a day i think (again might change lol). prob will do 1 day for future rounds unless ppl think that's too short.

-i'll put a screenshot of the thumbnail of the video as a quick reminder (sometimes i chose an early frame if the thumbnail was too dark/blurry) - personally i'm gonna rewatch them all just bc it's fun but obv not required lol

-i tried to make sure i got all the songs one or both of them have featured on that have videos but let me know later if i missed one! they'll have two polls at the end. (also i stg they did a video for getaway with vincint but now i can't find it on youtube??)

-i'm too lazy to link all the polls in one post but you'll be able to scroll my blog and find them as posted, and i'll use #tns mv bracket for all the posts

-is any of this that serious or need this much explanation? probably not lol. anyways as much as i'm like "i love all my children (tegan and sara songs) equally" i'm a bit obsessed w polls at the moment so let's have some fun and determine the one true tegan and sara MV!

#tegan and sara #megamazing #polls #poll #tns mv bracket

[lpfreakification]

Unorganized thoughts?

1. Felt quite on top of things during work tonight to make up for being lazy all week. Either that or hormones. Blaming period XP

2. Doodled during work felt good, too. I doodled another (human) Dratica head that made me realize that I need to practice drawing heads again. Tried to remember my proportions on the next doodle. Almost elongated the face again 😅 Lastly, doodled from a nicely rendered face of Cloud. Got the head/face shapes right, but the eyes = yikes? Could've done better on the eyes, ngl.

3. Made me feel nostalgic about how I used to draw from pictures on my PSP so often X3 (I miss it)

4. Summers this decade have been quite eventful.

2020 = COVID-19 Pandemic

2021 = Chris' gaming lovestreams + the start of my KH journey XD

2022 = online drawing sessions + shiny watercolors

2023 = successful summer plans >X) (+ Gensin)

5. The Void... what was once a dark hole where lost words go. Now, don't need it anymore :)

6. Thinking about doing the ReCoded finale b4 the semester starts on Sept 6th or closer to the date 🤔 That way, I can get Peli done in time.

7. So glad I'm not going to the beach tomorrow. It's usually an uncomfortable time bcuz of the heat, mosquitos, feeling worse about my belly in a bathing suit, the sand 🙃, ofteb awful timing bcuz of period, socializing XP, + not fond of going in the water (hydrophobic maybe?).

8. If DaArk's human name were to be Derrick, what would Dratica's human name be? 🤔 One time in Acting for Animators, one classmate thought he'd look like a "Blake." Dumbfounded, + yet, it's been lingering in my head since.

9. I wanna add some chub to some OCs so I can feel better about my belly 😖

10. Elephant :P I wanna draw an elephant?

11. I'm honestly don't like my phone's camera for taking pics of my doodles. I feel like they come out blurry no matter how many times I try to focus. That's the main reason for the lack of uploading doodles on IG X( I'll figure this out eventually XP

12. I pretend to be a viewer reading this. I ask myself, "Is this interesting?" Sometimes. Like a pen that writes, but then skips or like a light bulb burning bright but dims, flickers, or glows again.

13. I'm feeling more conscious about the top of my back + the back of my neck. Conscious of how I recline, how I lay in bed (side sleeper, i am), slouching, + bending over to doodle (to the point my whole face is up close to the paper 🙂).

14. Ew. My mind's imagining how much heavy breathing I've done while I painted. *thinks back to the last one I made* 😐 Thank goodness I did not get covid! (Maybe I did but didn't know).

15. Quite the physical toll on me this year. From January to March, I went to the gym. But wasn't feeling it + would feel quite sickly (like sneezing, constant runny nose, + got stomach flu for the 1st time?). From late March to early June, sitting on my butt for 2 months straight, doing two two-minute animations for a semester. It was such a wise decision to leave my main day job bcuz that was a lot of work for those animations. Noticed gray hairs for my bday. (I'm a 29yo lady!) Got super lazy after the semester until late June. Went back to kickboxing. July was a better productive month. Currently, August, where my period's sucking up my energy. Nah, I'm just being lazy again?

It's 11:48 pm + I can feel myself drifting off to sleep. Imma end it here. If they're going to the beach + the weather is favorable, then I can go out to the backyard to do something.

Nite yall!

(OMG, I FOUND MY FAVORITE GIF AGAIN!)

(It's the "dreamplz" gif from DeviantArt)

(I used to end my posts w/ this gif all the time + I miss this so much 😭)

#life

[greenskellyblob]

A Secret Santa gift for Toastific on twitter!

#gyftmas2020 #undertale #babybones #sans #papyrus #been a while since I drew :') #slow start of the year ngl #click on it please #:') #I'm too lazy to figure out how to not make it blurry #my art

[iiasha-archived]

sempiternal | eternal and unchanging [instagram]

#minghao #the8 #seventeen #seventeen fanart #kpop fanart #his outfit was so hard to draw jdfkajdklf #but i'm really happy with how it turned out #i got lazy with the background but that's okay #iiasharts #m:portfolio #also pls tap for hd #idk and am too lazy to figure out what resolution #tumblr will not make it kinda blurry in the preview #m:* #m:portfolio:100

[justasimp1]

Brahms Heelshire x Reader.

Diary ; Living With Hell

Week 1:

Ever since I found out about Miss and Mr. Heelshire leaving me for Brahms to deal with I've been on edge. He was always around a corner, watching. I feel eyes drawing holes in my back.

After all this time I still hold the doll close. Of course I'm not doing the unnecessary task anymore.

Your fingers stretched into his dark curly hair. The shampoo tipped over the edge of the mask. You quickly stopped the sud from reaching his eye.

"Down" You quietly peeped. Brahms dipped his body down into the bubble bath. You watched his figure disappear. Your hands gripped the edge of the bathtub, it would be so easy to drown him right now.

A panting Brahms engulfed out of the water. Droplets trailed in and out of the holes of his mask. A soft chuckle left your mouth. Why was he so obedient and comfortable around you? When you could have already ended his existence.

Why haven't you? Maybe you enjoyed his company, the same with the doll's. The only reason why you accepted the job because you were sure you had nothing back home. Brahms blinked up at you. Is this a simple case of Stockholm Syndrome?

"Get dressed. I'll make dinner" You swallowed, standing up. "Aren't you gonna bathe too?" A warm wet hand clasped against your wrist. "Later" Brahms let go of your wrist. You walked out of the bathroom. Your back pressed on the wood door, your heart pounding on the bone cage surrounding it.

Week 2:

He kissed me...I caught a cold. I was having many hallucinations of warm temperatures pampering me. But this time it wasn't fake. His face is blurry to my memory but I can make out his broad figure. Lips hovered over mine until they finally started moving. It was short. My temperature ran right up after that...maybe for different reasons though.

"B-Brahms" You muttered after a mute cough. You raised a hand to grabbed at the mush of color, you assumed was a face. Your fingers met back with your palm. You tried grabbing again only to be met with the same response.

A soft force pushed your hand back down. Your eyesight was focusing on small things, unable to reach your goal. Brahms came into view, this time he was wearing his mask. Your face was to tired to display confusion.

Week 3:

Maybe I have grown something for him. It would be the possible answer for all of my questions. Having Stockholm Syndrome wasn't the best, my heart started pumping too much blood when he came around, my breathing stopped, and all my insecurities started leaking through.

You dipped the sponge under the warm faucet. The pearly white plate glimmered under the soap suds. A hard tall presence stepped behind you. Your breath hitched, heart starting to beat faster like it was a race. "Like this"

Brahms hummed, he grabbed the sponge out of your hand. He flipped the sponge around to its abrasive side, doing slow circular motions on the plate. It was like the roles were reversed, Brahms was teaching you how to do simple things.

It was a little embarrassing feeling like a child who couldn't do simple things. The stain on the plate soon faded. "It's passed 12" He blankly stated. "Sorry" You sighed. Brahms lead you up to the bedroom.

You tucked him in the covers. You were about to stand up when Brahms pulled you back down. "Sorry" You whispered, leaning down, placing a lazy kiss on his mask's forehead. Brahms rubbed the dark circles settling under your eyes.

His hand snaked around the back of your head. You swayed down on his chest. Your legs shuffled onto the bed, tangling with Brahms'. As soon as you hit the chiseled surface the weight on your eyes dropped. The blackness drew you in, making you dropped down in a deep sleep.

Week 4:

The month is coming to an end and I officially feel in love with a wall mole.....

Master list

#fanfic #brahms heelshire #slasher x reader #slash fanfiction #slasher imagines #slasher headcanons #slasher fucker #slasher fandom #slasher community #slasher x you #slashers #slashers x reader #brahms x you #brahms the doll #brahms imagine #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms hillshire #brahms fanart

[sweetestlamb]

Flashlight

Author's note: Wasn't episode 8 just lovely? I just couldn't get this out of my head, they're becoming so dependent on each other. Be still my beating heart. They're reminding me of my MoonMun couple so much and I think that explains my obsession and the amount of fics I've written thus far lol.

Summary: Just for tonight he'll be selfish.

"Are you okay now? Is there someone there?" He moves towards the dark alley that she came bolting from looking as frightened as he's ever seen her. He feels his muscles coil ready to protect her by any means possible. But before he can move she's tightening her hold on him, clinging to him now he can feel her warmth all around him like a blanket.

"No! Don't leave me." Hearing that scared plea causes a blurry memory to resurface in his mind, he can almost feel the words swimming in his mind but the memory is foggy and it evaporates as quickly as it formed.

Strange.

"Okay, okay. I'm not going anywhere. Let's go inside." He starts to maneuver her toward her house at first she moves with him but then she stills, letting out a small sound of recollection.

"My phone." She whispers into his chest, they are pressed so closely he can feel her heartbeat still pounding through her chest into his. He strokes her back in a lazy soothing manner, shocked when she melts into his embrace further. Nothing is making sense at this moment but he doesn't care enough to stop, this.

"What about your phone?" He redirects the conversation and she continues, "I dropped it in there when I ran away."

"Okay. I'll go get it, wait here." He starts to gently untangle her hands from his flannel but she lets out a whine, gripping his shirt even stronger and moving with him.

"I'll---let's go together."

She's trembling now, positively shaking in her spot and he wants to argue with her to just go inside and wait for him but her earlier plea echoes in his ears. He can't leave her alone not right now, so he steps forward feeling her move with him, one step after another until he sees the rectangular object on the ground.

"I'm going to bend down to get it." He can feel her shifting beside him looking around wildly but thankfully no ominous figure appears, they are alone.

After a moment she nods, letting go enough for him to bend and retrieve the device and he checks the screen noting happily that it's not damaged but when he touches the screen it doesn't turn on so he tries again.

"It's dead. I forgot to charge it." She admits, taking the phone from his grasp.

He turns to her with a sharp stare, "You stayed out late after what happened and didn't charge your phone? Are you that fearless?" He chides, frustrated with her lack of awareness and disregard for her safety. If anything ever happened to her he would.... He would.......

"It wasn't on purpose. I didn't realize. I know it was irresponsible."

It's not a response he's expecting, the Hye Jin he knows would argue back, hardly taking shit from him ergo her meek uncharacteristic reply makes him feel worst, he shouldn't be blaming her especially after seeing first-hand how scared she is.

"Let's go inside now, it's cold and you're shaking." They both know the temperature has very little to do with her tremors but she doesn't disagree and carelessly he enters the code when they reach the door, ignoring the jolt in his chest that erupts as he enters his own birthday and the door clicks open. He thought she would have changed it by now.

He's grateful she hasn't.

They both take off their shoes, standing side by side now her arm around his waist and his around her shoulder. It's a small space and they can barely move but they work around it, reluctant to release each other.

"Thank you." Her voice is barely above a whisper, he thinks that he almost imagined it. He had an excuse prepared this time, he was merely patrolling and happened to pass her house. That was the lie he intended to go with, but something in her voice stops him from saying those deceitful words. He's tired of hiding and making up excuses for being around her.

"You're welcome. Here sit down, I'll make you some tea." Thoughtlessly he moves towards the kitchen, taking two steps until he can't move anymore. She's holding onto him tightly, he turns around looking at her small closed fists and then her trembling pretty face.

With a soft sigh, he takes her hand rubbing a thumb across the smooth skin.

"Just come with me." Immediately she steps forward pressing into his back, he tries to calm his heart taking the teapot and filling it with water, then he opens the cabinet retrieving a mug and setting it aside.

"I like honey. And a squeeze of lemon." He smiles at her soft demands.

Now that sounds more like his dentist. The bottle of honey is in her top cabinet and he grabs a fresh lemon from the fridge cutting it in half.

They stand silently as the water boils and he finally feels his anger boiling away as well. Angry that he was almost too late and that his town isn't safe anymore, angry that someone was able to shake this immoveable woman.

The shrill ringing of the teapot breaks him from his impasse, on autopilot he pours the water on the tea bag, then squeezes the honey in the steaming water, "I like a lot of honey." She's attached to his back her voice vibrating straight through him, he freezes when she wraps her arms around his waist. Her closeness is messing with his mind, but he tries to finish his job and get them on the couch maybe with some distance between them.

For his sanity.

"Let's go sit down." He grabs both mugs walking over to her couch, placing her cup on the far right and taking a seat on the far left putting a sea of distance between them. But immediately she sits down right next to him, leaving no space between them she might as well be in his lap. He squirms in place, standing up to get some reprieve but she grabs his hand staring up at him.

"Where are you going?" Fear bleeds into her voice and he lets go of his hesitations, tonight is not about him.

Leaning over he grabs her cup, tugging it closer.

"Nowhere, I'm not going anywhere. Drink your tea."

She blinks slowly at him before nodding and bringing the warm beverage to her lips. Her hum of satisfaction warms him all the way down to his toes.

"It's good. You really are good at everything." He preens at the compliment, thinking of all the times this week he wasn't needed or was cast aside for Director Ji. He's been swallowing his jealousy all week. So her words fill a hollow space in his chest.

He watches her drink the entire cup, ignoring his own growing cold on the table.

"I need to charge my phone." She suddenly says and he stares before nodding, taking the opportunity to drink his lukewarm tea. But then he notices that she's not moving despite having the phone and charging in her hand.

"What's wrong?" He raises an eyebrow in confusion.

She looks embarrassed now, unable to meet his eyes and he's flabbergasted at her reaction.

"Come with me?" He stares at her, feeling the same pride bloom as when she sat next to him instead of her sunbae, she's leaning on him.

He spots an outlet across the room, "Okay let's go there." She looks relieved at his lack of teasing, together they walk over to the outlet and she bends to plug in the charger and puts the phone on the ground.

In seconds the phone comes to life and he feels a sharp pain in his chest as a barrage of messages light up her phone, the majority from one person. When she clicks to open the message he instinctively looks away, not wanting to witness their conversation.

"He messaged so much." Her voice is filled with awe and childishly he moves away. He'd almost forgotten that she didn't actually need him. He was just conveniently there.

"I should go now. You're safe. Make sure to come home earlier from now on, maybe ask him to walk you home." It hurts to utter those words but it's easier than being replaced later, it's okay if he's the one that pushes her away first. "I'll see myself out."

He stands ready to leave, pointedly not looking back before he changes his mind and stays forever.

She was just scared, tonight didn't mean anything.

He grabs his fallen bagpack thrusting it on his shoulder, hopping into his boots all ready to head out. But it's unusually quiet, the silence is so deafening that he can't stop himself from looking back over at her. It's a mistake, a huge one at that. The phone has fallen from her hands, abandoned to the side and she's looking at him with the most desolate stare he's ever seen, moisture pooling in her huge round eyes.

"What's wrong? Why are you cry--"

"You said you wouldn't leave me. Why are you changing your mind? What if someone is still there? What am I supposed to do without yo--u?" Her voice cracks on the last word and his heart follows, she needs him. Nobody else has this week but here she is breaking down because he tried to leave, she needs him.

His decision is made for him in that moment.

As soon as he's close enough to touch she's clinging to him once again, he only absently realizes that she's trying to lead them to her bedroom but even he's not saintly enough for that so he stops her.

"Let's go to the couch. You'll feel more comfortable."

She doesn't question him seemingly happy to follow his lead.

The couch is comfy but definitely not intended for two grown adults, leaning over the arm rest he tries to get situated and once he stops moving she's snuggling into his side curling around him like a cat.

"Whenever I was scared, my mom used to stroke my hair."

He stares at the wall in front of them, wondering if she's aware of just how many lines they're crossing tonight- no catapulting over. But he's tired of second guessing himself so he stops thinking and just listens, bringing the hand that is curled on her shoulder up to her head before dragging his palm down her soft hair, gulping when she moans at the ministrations.

Her breathing starts to deepen and he feels her body losing its tension, she's falling asleep and once she succumbs he can finally make his escape, that's his plan. But he doesn't expect her to start stroking him too, her hand delicate on his chest.

"You've worked hard. Stopping a scammer and saving me all while recovering from a cold."

It's nothing. It's what he's supposed to do.

But it feels so good to hear those words, words that he hardly heard growing up.

"Go to sleep." He says instead of thank you, instead of kissing her like he's wanted to since he saw her outside and she ran straight into his heart.

It's a miracle but she listens to him, drifting to sleep her head heavy on his chest and he knows that he should wait a few minutes and try to extract himself but he can't, not tonight. Just for tonight he'll be selfish.

"You're making me want all sorts of things." He whispers to her sleeping face, terrified of her and all that she makes him feel. Feeling emboldened by their almost kiss initiated by her, he pushes her hair behind her ear taking a second to really looking at her face. She really is that beautiful. It doesn't seem fair. Leaning down he presses a soft kiss to her forehead, her skin is sleep warm and perfectly smooth. He presses a second one shamelessly. Her lips are right there and heavens knows that he's tempted but he can't take advantage, can't bring himself to do anything else. That's enough.

He doesn't know when he fell asleep but he wakes up to Mi-seon throwing a blanket over them, he keeps his eyes tightly shut mentally berating himself for that leaving when he had a chance.

"Just friends my ass. Just admit that you like him, look at the way you're clinging to him."

Somehow they traversed further down the couch in their sleep, both laying horizontal now with her body on top on his and her head tucked under his chin.

"I've never seen her sleep so peacefully though. She looks so young."

He tries not to think too deeply into what that might mean, listening to the retreating footsteps of her roommate and feeling himself losing the battle with sleep. She'll probably be embarrassed to find them this way tomorrow but that's a hurdle for another day.

Just for tonight I'll hold her. Until I'm not allowed to hold her anymore.

#hometown cha cha cha #another episode coda #hong du shik #yoon hye jin #they are taking over all my brain activity #another fluffy drabble #this episode broke me

[uweresaying]

final goodbye - Shouto Todoroki x reader

In the dorms of UA high school, class 1-A had settled into their rooms for the night. Deku was probably up practicing his quirk, while Katsuki and Iida were probably fast asleep, like most of the class. It had been a long day of vigorous quirk training, pushing the limits of how far they could go. But here you were, wide awake, sitting out on the balcony of your dorm. You had a cig in one hand, and in the other, you held your worn copy of Fahrenheit 451. You had problems with falling asleep, especially since the LOV attack at summer camp, so most nights you would just end up in this exact position. As you read, you caught a glimpse of your door opening, and the air was knocked out of you when you saw the heterochronic eyes of one of your classmates looking back at you. You raised an eyebrow as you took another drag, watching him close the door behind him, and shuffle over to the glass door in front of you, taking his time to take in the scenery of your room. There he stood, the same plaid sweatpants he'd worn the first night in the dorms when Mina insisted you guys all hang out in the common room to celebrate "moving in with one another". That had been 2 years ago, so you had wondered whether or not they were the same pants, but let that thought exhale from your mind along with the cig smoke. "I thought you quit that shit." the boy said, inviting himself to lay down on the mini couch across from where you were sitting. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, rolling your eyes at him. "I did. for about a year and 5 months." you said, taking another drag and turning your attention back to your book. Shouto let out a heavy sigh, turning away from the sky to look at you. "You know, I didn't give that key to you. It's pretty rude for you to use it." you said, not looking up from your book. "What are you talking about y/n, you did give it to me. plus, you never asked for it back. It was a gift." You let another half-assed laugh escape your lips, looking over to him with a look of surprise. "No, I didn't give it to you. I gave it to the person that you used to be. You're a stranger to me." As you met his eyes, you could see the hurt your words had caused. if you weren't about to take another drag of your cig, you would have probably smiled, but your drag was cut short when a firm hand grabbed the smoking stick from your mouth and put it out with his right hand. "Hey! What the fuck, do you know how hard it is to find a pack of-" "menthols around here?" he cut you off to finish. You felt your cheeks warming up as he sat down on the floor against the railing, looking up at you. Words were swimming in your head. You were angry. You wanted to slap him. But you also wanted to jump into his arms. Hold him close and let his strong form wrap around you and indulge in the safety only he could provide you. But instead, your muscles were stiff, water forming in your eyes, your face betraying you by letting him see a hurt expression start to cross it. "I don't know what you want from me." you finally uttered out, looking down at your chipped toenails that were crossed in your chair. "I want you to lie to me and tell me that the person looking back at me wasn't created because of the hurt I caused." he said, drawing your eyes back to him. You laughed a little, rolling your eyes before licking your lips and looking up at him again. "Well, I'm not a good liar, so I think you're shit out of luck." you said, making him smile a little. "Yeah, a good liar has never been high on your resume. I remember when you came to my dorm reeking of whiskey, thinking you had convinced me you hadn't been drinking with Mina and Ochako." he said, letting a small smile cross his lips. You smiled too, leaning back and looking up at the sky. "Yeah, and you bitched them out for encouraging me to drink on a school night while all three of us were hungover." you said, watching a plane fly by in the distance. You both sat in silence for a bit, in fact, you had let your eyes fall shut, just enjoying the sounds of nighttime. "I never meant to act the way I did." he

said, causing you to look at him, a lazy look over your face, before rolling your eyes and looking back up at the sky. "It's all water under the bridge at this point. It happened. I let it, and you go." you lied. "It honestly surprises me you feel anything about me, let alone remorse for how you treated me." you said, beginning to feel fed up with this surprise visit you knew shouldn't have been allowed in the first place. "Y/n, I felt a lot of things, I just didn't know how to express them, I didn't know-" "How to communicate your feelings. Look, I know okay. I preached that shit to everyone who tried to talk shit about you when I was sobbing my eyes out to them, trying to figure out what the fuck I had done wrong." you said, your mind not able to stop your mouth before it was too late. Shouto looked at you, and he looked hurt, but he also looked, to you, pathetic. "And you know what, I treated you fucking amazing. I got clean for you. I stopped smoking weed and cigs and stopped drinking, I worked on my quirk that you insisted I was 'throwing away', and worked my ass off to get good grades that I didn't give a shit about until you. I had gotten better. I was doing amazing. and then out of nowhere, you break up with me." you said, letting your words sink in before continuing, "And you know, at first, I was sad, but figured we could have somewhat of a good friendship. I fully intended to continue to get good grades and be the little perfect angel that I expected myself to be to feel like i was enough for you, but then you pretended I didnt exist. You acted like even looking in my direction would kill you. And don't even get me started with you saying you had been thinking about leaving me for two weeks before you actually did it." you said, tears spilling from your eyes, but you kept your voice and face stern. "So don't. just please don't. Just let me live, Shouto. You had no right to come here tonight. You should have thrown that damn key in the trash just like you did with me." you spat, not even bothering to look at him. You knew you'd regret everything you said if you saw him hurt by it, and you didn't want to apologize. All you had wanted since he broke up with you was for him to feel even a fraction of the pain you had felt. But your eyes wandered to him anyway. He was looking at you, dumbstruck. "What?" you spat, more hot tears streaming down your face. He said nothing as he stood, and pulled the key from his pocket, a chain attached to it, with a familiar locket clanking against the key as he held it out to you. Your eyes were blurry from the tears, and you were frozen as he set the chain in your hand. Before he left, he choked, saying, "You're right. You deserve to be allowed to move on. I'm sorry I came." He then kissed the top of your head, before walking back in, leaving you alone once more. You pulled the necklace out from under your shirt, the same locket from his key necklace around your neck. You poped the two of them open and out them side by side. Inside were pictures, in his, was your smiling face with his arms around you, and in yours, the same picture, only the other half, with him smiling with your arms around him. on the opposite side, carved into the gold medal in small letters, the words "私の愛" stared back at you.

*bonus*

only 10 minutes after Sho had left, you found yourself curled up in your bed, sobbing into your pillow, tugging the sleeves of the old sweatshirt he had given you months prior, closer, before eventually drifting off.

#angst imagine #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #shouto x y/n #mha x y/n #mha x you #boku no hero academia #todoroki shoto #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki angst #shouto angst #mha angst

[aliasimagines]

The Cat's out of The Bag//Jason Todd

a/n: i suck at titles 🤷🏻‍♀️. Anyway hope you like it 💕

word count: 1130 (? At least i belive so, i checked it when I finished writing it at 3am but im just too lazy to do it agian)

requested by @im-hqlover

Jason and reader were trying to hide their relationship from other people at school, but somehow someone finds out and soon the whole school know about their relationship. (Maybe kinda angst and fluff too, because I love this combination.)

It was one of the first things you talked about as a couple. One of the first 'rules' that were set in the relationship. Neither of you made a big deal out of it, Jason completely understood and was very much okay with keeping it a secret.

It's not that you were embarrassed about dating Jason. But he was very popular. A lot of people from school had crushes on him. And you were kinda okay with that, because you knew that he trusted you, that he chose you, he wanted to be with you not anyone else. But maybe some people at school couldn't handle Jason being in a relationship so calmly?

Just thinking about it made you stress. So you didn't tell anyone. Okay maybe a few closer friends knew about it but noone you guys didn't trust. And it was cool, everything was going fine.

So when you walked into school one day, only to hear people whisper behind your back and to get stared at by everyone you had no idea what could have happened.

Until some girls walked up to you while you were still packing your books in your bag from your locker.

"You're Y/N, right?" you heard from behind you. You turned around to see Becky and her two side pieces friends. You noded confused. These three were like the Heathers of Gotham High.

"Yes..?"

"Is it true?" Becky asks now louder, her words drawing more attention from the passing by students. You had no idea what she was talking about. You had no idea why she would wanna talk to you of all people.

"What is?"

"You and Todd." added Chelsea, the girl on Becky's left. "I personally don't think so."

You gasped. What? How did they know?

"Todd? As in Jason? I don't even know him.." you tried, still caught off guard. The third girl, Sarah lifted her phone and held it out for you to see. On her phone the school tumblr was opened and there was a picture of you and Jason walked out of a bookstore hand in hand. The picture was blurry as you were only lit by street lamps and the store's sign. The picture was taken last night.

You cursed mentally. Someone from school must have seen you and upload this pic to the schools social media. You felt sick. All those whispers made sense now. You slammed your locker closed and left without a word. You ran to the one place were you knew noone would disturb you. The art classroom. You practically tore the door open and fell on the floor. Fortunately noone was in. You felt your thoughts getting louder and louder. It was getting so overwhelming you wanted to scream but you just went to hug your legs close to your chest. You could have sworn that the empty and half covered canvases were mocking you while thei finished pieces just rolled their nonexistent eyes.

You closed your eyes and tried to focus on your breathing. You wish it wasn't a wednesday. Jason didn't have a first period on wednesdays. If he was here this whole thing would be so much easier. You could call him, sure. But between patrolling all night and studying for his finals in all his free time Jason needed all the sleep he could get. And he should wake up soon as it is almost 8am.

Somewhat calmer you took out your phone to maybe listen to some music that'll help you figure out how to get to class. I mean you knew you had to walk to your classroom in a few minutes but there was nothing else that you wanted to do less than that. But yes. Eventually you have to get up and go out. You bit your lips summoning all the courage as you heard the bell ringing.

You opened the door, peaking out if there was anyone on the corridors. When you saw none you hurried through the school with your head hanging low. You tried so hard not to make any noise, to sit on your chair without making a sound, to make yourself invisible. You tried so hard to focus on the teacher but every two minutes you heard someone whisper your name quickly followed by Jason's... You wished for a lifesaving bell instead you heard your phone buzzing slightly. Carefully you looked at the screen.

Jason wrote.

Quickly making up an excuse for the teacher about how you felt sick, which wasn't suspicious at all, you were out on the corridor once again.

Jason: 'I'm in the library. Can you get out of class?'

You: 'Already out, be there in a sec'

Entering the library you knew where to search him as the two of you met up there once or twice. You weren't wrong, behind a big shelf full of classic literature stood Jason leaning against the wall, clearly frustrated. As he saw you he pushed himself away from to wall and opened his arms. Without hesitation you hugged him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"I am so sorry, y/n." he whispered. "I came as soon as I saw the headlines."

You pulled away so you could look at him.

"The whats?"

"Headline.. Oh shit, you didn't see? It's all over the internet. Gotham Gazette has already written a damn article about it. Bruce is making calls at the moment but..."

"Oh my god..." you panicked. Not only the school but whole Gotham knew about yout relationship now. Great, and now you wanted to cry. Jason noticed and cupped your face.

"Please baby, I am so sorry. If I could I would erase that damn picture but... Ah no... I know it's overwhelming, it's okay, if you feel like crying I've got you okay?"

You noded and hugged him again.

"It's just... I know it's stupid but-" you took a deep breath" I'm just kind of afraid..? People been whispering since I'm here and school only started half an hour ago"

You looked at Jason and it made you hurt, you knew he felt guilty even though he had no reason to do so. Shaking, you took his hand.

"Jay it's not your fault, you can't do anything about it now." you said. He bit his bottom lip.

"I know.. I just hate seeing you so hurt."

"It's so much better now that I've got you here."

"It's gonna okay. We are in this crap together, alright? There might be some people who want to have a say in about our relationship, and yes some people might look at you with jealousy because they think they ever stood a change. But they don't because I love you . No one else. "

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Hello here! This isn't my main blog, but I'm too lazy to change over to it and I don't have much time before I go to work. I was wondering if you could do a Hellboy x a green female Tiefling reader from DnD? The BPRD had been alerted to something crashing into a forest and Hellboy and Abe to investigate it, only to find the injured Tiefling. Sorry if this doesn't make sense. I have just been dying for a Tiefling s/o for Hellboy. You don't have to do this if you don't what to! Thanks!! =D

You trembled as you heard leaves crunching and sticks breaking from behind you, your sharp hands pulled the grass up from the ground. The moon can barely shine through the trees but it barely affects you as vision still works in the dark. 

You were attacked by humans, they called you devil. Their attacks were unforgettable; stomping on your tail, pulling your horns, they held your jaw open to try to pull your teeth. 

You struggled to crawl away from the sounds that got closer, but blood seeped from your mouth. 

"Hey!" 

Your eyes widened in fear, but your arms gave in and you fell face first into the dirt. 

From behind you, your shoulder was grabbed and you yelped as the person picked you up. Your eyes watered and through your blurry vision you saw a red man, his jaw strong and his horns cut. 

"You okay?" The man asked, and in amazement of seeing a person who looks so similar to you. You're bloody hands unconsciously went to his face, smearing it across his jaw and horns. 

The man chuckled and gently picked you up, minding your broken tail and bleeding legs as he carried you to god knows where. You watched the man as he spoke to another unknown figure, your hearing giving out along with your eyes and suddenly you were out like a light. 

You blinked yourself awake, finding that you were in an uncomfortable bed in a white room. Medical supplies surrounded you and you tensed, afraid that you've finally been caught and are in Government holding. 

That is until a door that practically blended in with the walls slid open to reveal, a blue fish like man. He raised his webbed hand, 

"I mean no harm," he slowly walked closer to you and in fear you wrapped your tail around yourself. Flinching from the pain of moving your tail the fish man chuckled quietly and sat on a stool next to your bedding. 

"My name is Abraham Sapien, but you can call me Abe." The man put his webbed hand towards you, you looked down at it. Studying the man's appearance and seeing if he's trustworthy, you opened yourself and hesitantly shook his hand. As soon as your hands connected the door opened again and you yelped. 

At the door was the same red man that held you, his tail was much thinner than yours and your thoughts of him being a tiefling lowered. 

"Hey there, glad to see you're awake and acquainted with the Dr. Abe." The red man laughed and patted Abe's shoulders. 

"This is, Hellboy." Abe huffed as he was roughly patted, 

"Ya may not remember me, but I was the one you smeared your blood on. Though I appreciated the gesture." Hellboy put his non rock hand out for you to shake and you looked him up and down. 

"Do you know...what I am?" You said confused, no one has ever treated you so friendly. 

Abe spoke first, 

"Of course we know, you're a tiefling. A race derived from human blood but after a bargain made with a possible devil gone wrong, the tiefling's were cursed to be so." Abe directed to your presence and you cringed, hiding yourself in your tail again.  

Hellboy huffed, 

"You're not cursed," 

Abe raised his hands in innocence, deciding to leave you both be. 

Hellboy sat at the end of your bed, making it creak and slightly lean over. Slowly he showed you his rock hand, 

"Maybe not blessed either but..you're a lot like me." 

You blinked and looked at his hand, slowly you gently touched it. Amazed at its feeling and how it works, you showed a small smile. 

"What's your name?" Hellboy asked quietly and you looked up, only to be face to face with Hellboy. 

"(Y/N).....(L/N).." 

"Well, (Y/N)," hellboy gently held your hand with his rock hand, 

"I like your horns." 

You blushed at his compliment, your eyes started to water. 

"T-thank you.." 

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