#even strong flavors are gone

[modawg]

headcannon that after percy gets home and all that from being missing the first several months of him being home was everyone acting like he’s a small child who might get lost if he isn’t wearing one of those monkey backpacks with a leash as a tail

i know annabeth stopped letting him walk her to her cabin she now walks him to his cabin and watches him close the door then stands there for 5 minutes before calling goodnight to his window and if he doesn’t answer she breaks the door down to verify he is infact still in there

sally walks into him room at night just to check if he’s still in his bed tbh the first month i know sally was practically rocking him to sleep just so she knew he was home and safe

when he’s not at camp he’s at home if he’s not at home he’s at camp and if he’s not at either of those he’s got a buddy with him

i know every so often he starts feeling a bubble of anxiety in his chest and he has to force an extremely strong feeling of safety and conger up a mental image of exactly where he’s at just to calm down grover who he just saw 8 hours ago

it probably stresses sally and paul out when he’s in his room for too long and they don’t hear him walking around like he goes upstairs to do his homework and once he’s sat at his desk for over an hour he’s got some knocking at his door and it’s paul “just checking in”

i know everytime he walks into a cabin or the big house or even home everyone greets him like it’s the first time they’ve talked to him in years like they’re trying to positively reinforce the fact that he’s safe and home

i know paul starts getting a little anxious when he doesn’t see him around for a certain amount of time too like he misses percy leaving for the day so paul pokes his head into percy’s room to see it empty then goes downstairs to see only sally and has to force a flat voice as he’s like “lol so have you seen percy recently or…” as his hearts beating in his throat

like percy disappearing has def given everyone ptsd and anytime he’s gone for what feels like even slightly too long they start to panic a little

he stops at a grocery store after he leaves school and ducks into an alley to iris message annabeth just to let her know he’s gonna run late 20 min later he’s trying to debate what flavor ice cream he should get when an employee is tapping him on the shoulder bc there’s someone on the line for him and it’s annabeth who’s hacked into the security cameras telling him to get chocolate

she got 2 birds with 1 stone now he has to leave and come home (bc monsters) and she also gets her fav flavor

#pjo #hoo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #heros of olympus #hoo fandom #pjo fandom #hoo text post #pjo text post #hoo/pjo #annabeth chase and percy jackson #annabeth pjo #annabeth chase #sally jackson #paul blofis #percy and grover #grover underwood

[pretty-red-garnet]

Cracked Lips Give The Best Kisses

Daryl Dixon x Fem! Reader • Prison • Fluff

Thank you so much for the request @cant-help-simping! I really enjoyed writing this one, so I hope you like reading it. Also, I know I have one more request, but I’m writing a part 2 to Brothers and having wayyy too much fun. So that’ll probably be out first lol.

Daryl was an observer. He was always looking, even if nobody noticed. That was especially true when it came to you, his partner, his lover, his light. 'Girlfriend' never seemed like the correct term when it came to you. It was too simple, not strong enough to define the bond he has with you.

     One day, when he was lying next to you in your shared cot, he had confessed to you that you were the one good thing in his life. That you're the light in his life that keeps him going. It made his stomach flip, being so open and vulnerable to another person. But then, you smiled so brightly and beautifully. He makes sure to call you sweet names all the time now, even if it makes his face flush and his throat dry.

     Daryl's always watching, and as of late, it seems his light is dimming. You've been busier lately, more responsibilities. The prison was thriving after taking in the people of Woodbury, and that was thanks to you and the council you were apart of. You helped to plan runs, scout places to check, devise ways to keep the fence secure and walkers away. You were pretty much wherever people needed help. You're always a holler away.

     And it's taking everyone out of you.

     Daryl could see it. How drained you are at the end of the day. Or how you almost never have time to join him on hunts or supply runs, because you're too busy planning the next one. How maps and planners took up too much of your side of the nightstand. Perhaps the most obvious detail to Daryl was how your lips had been in even rougher shape lately.

     Your habit was one of the first things Daryl noticed about you. Even back when he first met you at the quarry, your lips always seemed to be bitten and cracked, even though you always had some flavored lip balm sticking out of your pocket.

     It seemed to happen most when you weren't realizing. When your head was stuck in a book, or when you were thinking deeply and zoning out, your fingers would always make their way to pick at your lips. Your fingers would run over the cracked skin until they were bleeding and blood was clinging to the underside of your nails.

They were bad on the road, after the farm had gone up in flames. It was a dry winter, undoubtedly making you lips even more rough. The stress of everything made you resort to picking at them even more. It was a nasty, viscous cycle. Daryl had always made sure to give you chapsticks when he found them in gas stations.

You, and your lips, got much better for a short time. The short time of peace, after the battle with the governor, but before your responsibilities began to pile on and drown you.

Even now, your picking and biting at your dry lips while laying in bed with him. There's a fresh sore right in the middle of your bottom lip, and you absentmindedly pick at in as you write notes in your planner. Daryl can see fresh blood droplets form, quickly sticking to the skin on your thumb.

"You're doin' it again," Daryl says, quietly not to disturb others that may be sleeping in the nearby cells. It's late now.

You don't answer. Your brows furrow and you let out an aggravated sigh as you scratch something out on your planner. Daryl huffs, gently pulling your fingers from your lips.

"What?" You ask. You look at Daryl beside you, and you almost look like you just remembered he was there.

"Pickin' at your damn lips again." He swipes his thumb over your lip, gently and lovingly. You smile and kiss his thumb lightly. "Have you been usin' that chapstick?"

You hum and smile sheepishly at him. Daryl huffs again, narrowing his eyes.

"Well I finished one, and I had another but I gave it to Beth." You shrug.

"You gotta stop puttin' everyone else before you," he complains. You scoff and playfully poke his side.

"Look who's talking." He rolls his eyes. "Mr. 'I'm immune doing anything for myself' Dixon." He nudges you with his elbow.

"Yeah, yeah smartass." He plucks the planner from your hands and lays it on your side table, ignoring your annoyed 'hey!' "Time for sleep. You can work more tomorrow."

You sigh again, and open your mouth to argue, but you can’t when Daryl yanks you down the bed by your hips. You giggle when your head meets the pillow, staring up at Daryl towering above you.

Daryl leans down and kisses your lips softly, not wanting to irritate what he is sure is already a painful set of lips. You hum into his mouth, pulling him onto you further by his shoulders. Your fingertips caress the scars on his back, but he doesn't mind. He leans back and looks into your eyes.

"I love you," he says, lowly. His fingers brush against your cheek, his callouses slightly scratch at your smooth skin.

"I love you, too," you say, smiling as bright as the sun.

Daryl gets up from the bed slowly and carefully, trying his best not to wake you. It's early, the dim light of the early morning sun can ever so slightly be seen through the curtain that's working as a door to the cell.

     Daryl gets dressed quickly and quietly. He's just throwing on a shirt when he hears you stir. He pauses and looks at you just in time for you to open your eyes. They're bleary and you rub them and look at Daryl confused.

     "Where're you going? It's early," you ask, voice quiet and sleep ridden.

     "Run. I'll be back in a few hours," he says in a whisper, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. You smile, nod sleepily and settle back into your pillow. Daryl's lip quirks at the sight, and turns towards the cell door.

     "Wait," you say, sounding more awake. "You don't have a run today. The next scheduled run isn't for three days from now." Daryl juts his chin towards the nightstand.

     "Check your planner." You eye him scrutinizingly and sit up, grabbing your planner from the table. You flip open the book to the correct date, narrowing your eyes when you see the written notes on the page.

"Really?" You ask, turning the book to show Daryl. On the planner, below your neat and concise letters, is anything but your handwriting.

In a messy, chicken scratch like scrawl, is two words. 'Supply run.' No notes next to it, no details, not even a location. Just Daryl's messy handwriting. The difference in handwritings and planning details on the page is more drastic than night and day.

"Where are you really going?" You ask again, your brows furrowed in a questioning manner. Daryl shrugs.

"Like your book says." You click your tongue at him. If your eyes were any more narrow, they'd be closed completely.

"Uh huh," you hum, crossing your arms. "Are you cheating on me? Is it a hot date you're going on?" Your tone is teasing, a smirk on your lips.

"Yeah, she's a real looker, too."

"I bet." Daryl hums and takes a seat on the bed, making you curl your legs up for him to have room.

"She's real sexy," he begins. "Slick, too. She makes my heart race, and she's got this great body." Daryl sighs. "Only thing, she's pretty loud."

You look confused. Your mouth is slightly agape, the small cuts on your lips on full display. Suddenly, it's like something hits you, and you tilt your head at him.

"Daryl," you start, a slight sigh after. "Are you describing your bike to me right now?"

Daryl's lips pull to a smirk. You shake your head, a smile bursting to your face. You laugh and smack his shoulder lightly, pushing him off the bed.

"You're ridiculous!" You exclaim once he's off the bed. "Ok, go on your hot date with your bike." You giggle again, getting cozy under the covers. Daryl bends at the waist to give you a long kiss to the cheek. He pulls away after a moment and smooths your hair back.

"I'll be back soon," he says, standing completely and taking a step towards the door.

"Be careful," you say, tired eyes already starting to shut.

"Always am."

     Daryl's back at the prison a few hours later. As it turns out, the items he was trying to find proved to be quite difficult to locate. He refused to go back empty handed, so he made a few extra stops. By the time he made it back, the sun was just beginning to dip behind the tree line, the sky an array of pinks and oranges.

     He clutches a brown paper bag under his arm and makes his way to you. He makes a quick pit stop to the area of the cell block that's used as a kitchen, handing off a couple small items to Beth.

     The girl is playing with Judith on the floor, who's laughing and fumbling with Carl's hat. Beth smiles brightly at Daryl and gives him her thanks. He just tilts his head in a quick nod and climbs up the stairs to your shared cell.

     "Daryl!" You exclaim. You're standing in the middle of the small room, probably just paused from pacing. "Where have you been? God, I was worried." You briskly walk to him to grab him in a strong hug.

     "'M sorry," he mutters into your hair. "Thought I'd be quicker." You nod into his chest before pulling back.

     "Where were you?" Daryl retracts his arm from around your back to retrieve the brown bag under his arm. He hands it to you with a shy half-smile.

     You grab the bag, a puzzled look on your face. It's a small, brown paper bag, the kind used by pharmacies for giving out medication. Except this one has a large, tacky looking red bow stuck haphazardly to the center to hold the bag closed.

     "What's this?" You ask. Daryl shrugs.

"S'for you. Open it up," he encourages. You look at him with an adorable little frown. He nudges the bag. "Come on."

You give him one last glance before finally opening the bag. You push back the folded top and peer into it, your mouth parts. You look up at Daryl with a shocked expression.

You move to your bed and pour the contents out on the mattress. The center of the mattress fills with the gifts. There's lip balms, glosses, oils. Lip masks, sugar scrubs, hydrating ointments. They all come in an array of flavors, and some are even tinted.

     "Daryl... I don't even know what to say," you mutter, in shock staring at the pile of lip care items on the bed. You turn to him, a huge smile on your face. Daryl shrugs, embarrassed by your reaction.

     "Don't gotta say nothin'." You shake your head, rushing to him to throw your arms around his shoulders. He returns the embrace immediately, smiling into your hair.

     "You didn't have to do all that," you say, pressed against his chest. "But thank you." You lift your head to look into his eyes.

     "Welcome." You brush your hand through his overgrown hair, pushing back the strays that obscure his face. "And I gave some to Beth already, so don't be givin' those away."

     "Ok," you say with a little scoff. "Deal, I won't, I promise." You bring your fingers down to caress his cheek before pulling away.

     You pick through the pile before snatching up a lip oil. It's clear, and it smells like vanilla. You put some on, rub your lips together, and smack your lips dramatically. You turn to Daryl with a big grin.

     "How does it look?" You ask, puckering your lips teasingly at him.

     "Looks great," he says, a smirk forming. "But I'd rather see how it tastes."

You roll your eyes, but the smile playing on your shimmery lips shows you aren’t annoyed in the slightest. You oblige to Daryl, stepping over to him to plant a big, loving, sticky kiss to his lips.

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #the walking dead daryl #twd #twd daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl x you #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon oneshot #the walking dead daryl dixon #daryl x reader #daryl imagines #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fluff

[hitomisuzuya]

Imagine painter scara painting our stomach before fucking us hard !

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Edible arousal paints. Biting/Marking.

I looked this stuff up, edible arousal paints are a thing😳 Dear, this request😳❤️

You shivered a little bit. "Scara, that's cold," You stated meekly, watching him with flushed cheeks. His hand squeezed your wrists, which were trapped above your head.

Scaramouche rolled the handle of the paintbrush around in his mouth thoughtfully. As a painter, great care had been taken with the canvas he was working with. You. You were his favorite canvas to paint on. Decisions about where to stroke his brush had to be made very carefully.

You deserved nothing less than the most intimate consideration from him.

"You whining is breaking my concentration. Just relax, and let me work," He chided, dipping his brush into the paint. These paints were his personal favorite. Whenever the dark chocolate flavored paint (the only sweet he could remotely tolerate besides you, because it was a little bitter.) made contact with your skin, it warmed, heightening arousal and sensitivity.

Once he added his saliva to further enhance the paint, Scaramouche knew he would have you wet and begging for him in no time. You practically already were.

You felt the soft paint brush glide over your one of your nipples, followed shortly by the other. Your breath hitched in your throat, the paint warming your nipples a few seconds later.

Scaramouche leaned down, tricking you into thinking he was going to kiss you first before he swept his tongue over your nipple. He kitten licked, swirling his tongue around it. He sucked until it was sensitive and hard on his tongue.

He ignored the slightly sweet taste on his tongue, sucking a little harder when your shaky moans became consistent. "So sensitive already, I haven't even gotten started yet," He teased, moving his attention to your other nipple.

Pleasure started to hum strong on your body, his hand tightening on your wrists again as you squirmed a little. "Good subjects stay still," He taunted, scrapping his tongue on your nipple in a way that made your back arch off the bed.

He loved seeing you squirm, hearing your aroused whimpers. It was all for him.

You were panting when Scaramouche pulled away. He flicked your nipple, giving it an encouraging pinch before picking up his brush again. He painted a line from your chest and down your stomach, following it with his tongue.

He let go of your wrists to spread your legs. He gave your clit a teasing lick before dipping his brush in the paint again. He painted the shapes of cherry blossoms on your insides of your thighs.

You let out a loud moan when he painted your clit. He dabbed the brush on the swelling nub, adding another coat of paint. He spread the lips of your cunt, wanting to see you getting wetter while he worked.

Your clit throb, your legs starting to shake as he painted a line down your cunt, sweeping it back up around your clit. To further tease you, he let the paint set there, adding another coat to your nipples.

Scaramouche painted a different design on every sensitive part of your body with splashes of purple. His favorite color paled in comparison to your skin, you made it look beautiful, not the other way around.

It was time for him to appreciate every part he painted with his mouth. He licked his tongue over the shapes, sucking sensual bruises that would linger long after the paint was gone.

"Sing more for me, kitten," Scaramouche purred as moans spilled shamelessly from your mouth. Spreading your legs, he kissed and bite the painted cherry blossoms on your thighs, sending your clit to throb even more.

He nursed the inflamed skin with his tongue, wagging his finger over your clit to stimulate the arousing properties in the paint. Your cunt was starting to clench around nothing. Your body trembled with need for him, keening high pitched moans from your throat.

Scaramouche tapped his fingers on one of the blossoming bruises on your thigh before he scooped some of your wet onto his fingers. He pushed them into your mouth, letting you suck on them to placate you before he took off his clothes.

You rolled your up when he lined the head of his aching cock up with your entrance. He laughed at how cute and eager you looked for him. Leaning down to give you a deep, open mouthed kiss, he groaned as he slowly pushed his cock inside of you.

He bottomed out in one snap of his hips, biting your lower lip with a hiss of pleasure. Your walls clenched tight, so warm and perfect around his cock as he drove it into your sweet spot.

Pleasure burst white hot behind behind your eyes, stealing your breath away. You writhed underneath him, his mouth swallowing your moans. Your legs shook as you bucked your hips up to meet his thrusts.

He bent one of legs up towards your chest so he could fuck himself deeper into you. "I'll paint your cunt with cum next," He moaned, his cock throbbing to add the most important shade to his work of art.

Your nails racked up his back, the knot of your orgasm coiling tighter. His thrusts turned sloppy as he reached down to rub and pinch your clit, making you squirt on his cock suddenly. You could barely form coherent words, babbling for him to cum inside of you.

This thought passed through his head as his cum ribboned inside of you: You were always his most beautiful work of art.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #modern au

[bigshotautos]

I really like your theory about Spamton basically haunting a mannequin after death. Have you ever touched upon the reaction from Jevil (or anyone, really) upon seeing the new Spamton? Especially considering Spamton isn't even aware he 'died'.

^ how i think jevil's first sight of Spamton would go. i love this ask. this is referring to some headcanons I made a while back, I'll link it here for the one post and the general ghost spamton theory is linked in that one as well. Going to elaborate on it more under the cut for those interested + more art.

In general I think that people from Spamton's past wouldn't really care if they notice at all, since he wasn't in the business of making close friends with anyone. With the Addisons, in my interpretation he had a "weird co-worker" relationship with them, and while Addisons in general treated each other like potential business competitors that they had to make-nice with, Spamton is especially easy to single out for being visibly and temperamentally different. His altered, current state is something they'd feel at least uncomfortable by, but many wouldn't have been too close with him to begin with for them to talk about it with him directly. Would get whispered about between each other for sure, like we saw with them talking about Spamton after the NEO fight. It moves him from the "disgraced guy I used to know" category to the "actually unpleasant to look at or think about" territory. This goes for Swatch, Queen, and Seam (less so), who seem to buy heavily into the Lightner and Darkner dynamic, with Spamton corrupting the Lightner's dream being a strong taboo against what it means to be a Darkner.

As for what Jevil thinks, Spamton during the NEO fight is both a beautiful and horrifying display. Jevil at this point hasn't seen him in years since his imprisonment, and in their time apart Jevil has grown to find novelty in the cage that everyone else besides him is in since he's created huge emotional distance between him and the reality he lives in. Seeing the fact that Spamton had corrupted an abandoned dream of a Lightner and was causing so much chaos to the established order of the world would be exhilarating, but at the same time seeing that Spamton had accomplished this and still had his strings visible (and changed to a marionette puppet with no symbolic agency), it'd be a painful confirmation of his worldview that even Spamton, who deep down he still cares for, could never have been free.

Jevil would think at first he'd just gone through some nebulous situation to change what he looks like, since ofc he himself has toy-like traits (arguable if that happened with Gasterfication or not), Seam is a plushie cat, and other Card Castle Darkners are based on toys, but feeling the lack of life combined with the symbolic body of Spamton would mean to him something bigger had went wrong. He wouldn't dare to bring it up in an empathetic way, stuck in his mindset that it doesn't matter, but it'd still hit a part of him he doesn't like to think still exists. It's something he gets over quickly, almost performatively going back to fucking with him and taking advantage of his fear for entertainment, but it didn't sit well at first.

To me, the fact Spamton "died" isn't really a huge deal, kind of like with the ghosts in Undertale where no one really cares they're just ghosts. They're just doing their thing. To me it'd be fine if neither of them find out what happened for certain, but it's something that adds Flavor to his character.

#asks #deltarune #spamton #jevil #SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER ANON LOL. its been a month or something #i asked tumblr user funnywormz for consulation on this for his thoughts as well since he's my accomplice in ghost spamton truthers #my art #ofc this is all just my internal worldview on the thing it's by no means definitive but its just for Fun! #btw as for queen im hardly even joking i think she would have deleted spamton from her memory banks because he was so sucks. #also in the image up top susie cant hear jevil saying this shit it definitely wouldnt have helped. #i think darkners can detect the itemized darkners but lightners cant like with tasque manager and spamneo noticing jevil

[lestappenforever]

Lestappen fic - Ice cream shop owner!Charles AU

I don't typically get excited by AU ideas for Lestappen because Lestappen in canonverse is so appealing to me in and of itself. But, while AO3 was down yesterday, @thearchercore received and answered a whole bunch of asks from lovely anons about a Lestappen AU fic where Charles owns an ice cream shop (as inspired by the news that the man is actually going to open an ice cream shop in Milan.) And, well, for the first time ever, I got excited about a Lestappen AU. So, I wrote something.

This is, obviously, dedicated to the incredible @thearchercore, a true pillar of the Lestappen community, and to each and every anon who has sent in asks about this AU. And because this was entirely inspired by people on Tumblr, you can read the whole fic in this post. ❤️

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Max realizes that he has probably let this whole thing go too far. Way too far. 

What had started as a chance encounter after the Monza Grand Prix, where Max had gone on a drive and ended up in a small, lovely ice cream shop - LEC - in Milan that served the most delicious vanilla ice cream Max had ever tasted, had spiraled and developed into what was now practically a weekly occurrence. Every chance he got, when the race calendar, his PR and training schedule would allow it, Max would fly to Milan, spending ridiculous amounts of money and contributing an unnecessary amount to further pollute the environment, just to go back to that ice cream shop.

And yes, although the vanilla ice cream was divine, that's not the real reason Max kept coming back. 

No, the real cause of his travels was the ridiculously beautiful shop owner, with the fluffy brown hair, the captivating green eyes Max kind of wanted to drown himself in, and dimples that Max saw every single night when he closed his eyes. And what’s more, the shop owner — Charles — didn't even seem to like Max, because the Monégasque was a die-hard Ferrari fan and he seemed to have made it his personal mission to put all the blame of Ferrari’s lack of success for the past fifteen years on Max. Even if Max hadn’t been in F1 for the entirety of those fifteen years.

Not that he was surprised, really. The passion of the Tifosi did, on more than one occasion, seem to seriously impact their sense of logic and capability of rational thinking. 

And apparently, the beauty, sass and stubbornness of the shop owner did the exact same thing to Max's. 

The irony of that is not lost on him.

The fact that the two of them had discovered they were on the same page about the superior ice cream flavor the first time Max had been in that ice cream shop — “vanilla is my favorite” Max had said at exactly the same time Charles had said “vanilla is the only right choice” — had not been enough to endear him to Charles. His allegiance with Ferrari and Max currently on yet another dominating winning spree with Red Bull was too strong. (Even if there had been the flicker of something in those green eyes when Charles had learned that he and Max were on the same page about vanilla ice cream.)

After yet another failed attempt at charming Charles a few weeks ago, Max had gotten so desperate that he had genuinely started considering a move to Ferrari, even starting to subtly ask around about the possibility, Red Bull’s superior car and strategies be damned. But then word had reached GP and his race engineer had told him, in no uncertain terms, that he would not be moving to Ferrari to impress ‘some ice cream guy in Milan’. Which Max had taken offense to, because Charles was not just ‘some ice cream guy in Milan’, thank you very much.

(Max really had to learn how to keep his mouth shut around GP.)

So yes, his obsession with the ice cream shop and its owner has gone way too far. And yet, on a warm August afternoon, Max finds himself walking back into that ice cream shop. 

Summer break has finally arrived, and Max had genuinely considered renting an apartment in Milan for the next three weeks so he wouldn't have to fly back and forth so much. But then he had come to the conclusion that that would be excessive. 

(Because flying back and forth between Monaco and Milan definitely wasn’t excessive. No, sir.)

Charles is there when Max walks in, as he is every single time Max walks in. The guy never seems to leave his beloved ice cream shop, and Max finds himself wondering if the other man gets enough sleep. Or if he even goes home to sleep, or if he has a bed set up in the back somewhere so he never has to waste time going back and forth between the ice cream shop and his home. 

He may not know Charles all that well, despite seeing him regularly for the past few months, but he does know that the man must have an incredible work ethic. 

The little bell above the door announces his arrival, and Charles looks up from behind the counter. For a brief second, Max is sure he sees a flash of excitement cross those gorgeous features, but the Monégasque quickly schools his expression into one of exasperation and indignation, complete with an overly dramatic eye roll. 

“No Red Bull Racing team members allowed,” Charles tells him with a huff, as he puts a brand-new tub of chocolate ice cream in the display freezer. 

Max snorts as he walks towards the counter. He had expected a frosty — pun intended — reception following Ferrari’s double DNF in the last race before the summer break, so Charles’ grumpy demeanor doesn’t deter him.  

“Hello to you too, Charles,” the Dutchman sing-songs, ignoring the way a couple of teenage girls at a table by the window gape at him. “Let me guess, Ferrari’s double DNF in Belgium was somehow my fault?”

Charles meets his gaze and narrows his eyes. He points an ice cream scoop at him. “I am not sure how, but yes.” He waggles the scoop accusingly. 

It’s Max’s turn to roll his eyes. “Right, because the two of them crashing into each other in turn two, while in P8 and P9 respectively, while I was at the very front definitely had something to do with me?”

“Obviously,” Charles confirms with a sniff. 

“You’re ridiculous,” Max laughs, shaking his head in a manner that can only be described as fond. He comes to a halt in front of the cash register at the counter, and waits for Charles to ask him what he wants. 

But Charles never does; instead busies himself with rearranging the different bowls of topping on top of the display freezer, wiping down the counter, and restocking the ice cream cones, all the while completely ignoring Max’s presence. Or general existence, even.

Eventually, Max runs out of patience.

“I’d like three scoops of vanilla ice cream, please.”

Charles doesn’t even stop what he’s doing. Doesn’t even look at him. “We’re all out of vanilla.”

Max stares. At Charles, then at the almost full tub of vanilla, with its little sign labeling it as vanilla sticking out of the fluffy ice cream. 

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, we are.”

“Charles, I can see the vanilla ice cream. It’s right there,” Max insists, pointing at the flavor through the display glass. As if Charles isn’t completely aware of its existence, as if he’s not just being a little shit and punishing Max for something that isn’t even remotely his fault. 

Charles pauses in his bustling to look at Max. Then, he follows the length of Max’s arm to where his finger is pointing directly at the vanilla. His gaze returns to Max’s eyes as he says, deadpan: “That is only a display ice cream.”

Max blinks repeatedly.

“A display ice cream?” he echoes incredulously. 

“Yes,” Charles confirms, raising his chin. “It’s only for display, it is not to be served.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Yeah, well, it’s like this,” the Monégasque says, lifting one shoulder in a careless shrug. 

Max doesn’t know if he wants to smack him or kiss him. 

(That’s a lie, he knows damn well that he wants to kiss that smug look right off of Charles’ stupidly beautiful face.)

“Fine,” the Dutchman sighs, moving his finger slightly to the right. “Then I would like three scoops of the chocolate.”

“I’m sorry, but that is also only a display ice cream,” Charles tells him with a completely straight face. 

“You’re not serious.”

Charles raises one full eyebrow. “Does it look like I’m joking?” he asks.

And, well, Max has to admit that it absolutely does not. 

He stands there in silence for a while, wondering why the hell this infuriating man has been the object of his deepest desires for the past few months. Wonders why Charles’ face is the only thing he sees when he closes his eyes to sleep at night, and why he is the one person that keeps appearing in the majority of his dreams. Wonders why, when his mind wanders as he has a secure grip around himself in bed, it keeps wandering to the mental images of what Charles would look like, feel like, sound like if he was there with Max, when all Charles seems to want to do is get under Max’s skin and infuriate him in ways and for reasons Max hadn’t even known he could let himself be infuriated. 

Oh, who is he kidding? Those reasons, coupled with Charles’ overall appearance and being, are exactly why his mind never seems to tire of Charles whatever-the-fuck-his-middle-name-is Leclerc, and only him. 

Max has always been a sucker for challenges. And Charles is definitely a challenge. 

Had Charles been an F1 driver instead of the owner of an ice cream shop, Max just knows their on-track battles would have been epic. Their rivalry would have been one for the ages; their names and lives so intertwined that people could not have mentioned one without also mentioning the other. Because Max is sure that Charles’ passion, his stubbornness and his outright refusal to give in to anything or anyone would have translated into a fierce, unyielding, unapologetic driver. 

Forcing himself out of his reverie, Max gives a quick shake of his head to clear is racing mind. Then, he fixes Charles with a hard stare. 

“Let me guess, these are all ‘display ice creams’?” he asks, gesturing with a hand at the numerous tubs of flavors in the display freezer. 

“Of course not,” Charles scoffs, as if that’s the most ridiculous statement that has been made in the ice cream shop in the past few minutes. “That would be a horrible way to run a business. We have one flavor that is not only for display.”

Max is almost afraid to ask, but he does anyway. “Which is?”

Charles doesn’t answer the question with words, just points to the bottom tub at the far left. The little sign reads ‘Mint chip’.

“Who the fuck eats mint chip ice cream?” Max asks, scrunching up his nose in disgust. “That’s like eating toothpaste.”

For the first time since Max stepped through the door, Charles smiles. A beautiful, self-satisfied, mischievous smile that does things to Max’s body, mind and soul. It makes his heart rate pick up and his skin tingle with an excitement he has no business feeling. 

Pathetic. He’s absolutely pathetic. 

“I don’t know what to tell you, Max. That's all I have to offer today.”

And Max, proving just how completely gone he is on this ridiculous man, lets out a long, tired sigh. 

“Three scoops of mint chip, please,” he requests in a voice that is completely resigned. 

Charles’ face lights up like a fucking Christmas tree, and he scurries to get one of the small glass bowls reserved for customers who want to eat their ice cream in the shop, not even needing to ask if that’s what Max is planning to do, or if he wants his ice cream in a cone. And although Charles is doing his damnedest to make Max believe that his general existence on this earth is causing Charles physical pain and emotional turmoil, the fact that Charles remembers his preference doesn’t go unnoticed by Max. 

He won’t even entertain the idea that Charles might just be adamant on making Max sit in his shop and eat his mint chip ice cream so Charles can watch him suffer with every spoonful. 

Charles is generous with the scoops — incredibly so — and Max is sure those three scoops he requested actually equal the size of at least six regular-sized scoops. He realizes that he probably should have asked for one scoop instead of three. He watches as Charles sticks a spoon in the ice cream and places the bowl on the counter in front of Max with the biggest grin on his face.

“It’s on the house,” Charles tells him, probably just to further add to Max’s suffering. 

The Dutchman eyes the bowl of ice cream warily, quietly cursing it and himself, before picking it up with a hesitating hand. Charles watches him expectantly the entire time as Max makes his way to a small table in one corner of the shop. Behind him, a small child, probably around five or six, had entered the shop with his mother while Max was waiting for Charles to finish scooping, and Max hears the boy ask for two scoops of strawberry ice cream. And Charles — the fucking asshole — makes a point out of saying ‘coming right up’ in both Italian and English just to fuck with Max some more.

Max takes a seat with his back to the window so he can face Charles. Because if nothing else, he’s not going to let Charles win.

The first spoonful really does taste like toothpaste with a hint of chocolate, and it’s an awful combination. It takes every ounce of willpower Max has not to let the disgust he’s feeling show on his face. He lets the ice cream melt in his mouth for a long moment, before swallowing the disgusting liquidized ice cream, all the while maintaining a completely unaffected expression. 

Charles watches him eat the entire bowl of ice cream, and Max never breaks eye contact. With every expressionless swallow, Max can see the thinly veiled disappointment on Charles’ face and the satisfaction he gets from that is enough to motivate him to finish every single bite. He even makes a point out of scraping the melted remains of the ice cream from the sides of the bowl, scooping it up into a mint green coloured soup in his spoon, and eating it. He even briefly considers licking the bowl clean just to get a rise out of Charles, but the Monégasque turns away from him with a huff before he can put his plan into action.

Which, thank fuck, because Max is starting to feel a bit sick from the ridiculous amount of toothpaste-flavored ice cream he has just consumed out of spite and spite alone. He pushes the bowl forward and away from himself on the table with a frown.

Charles goes back to ignoring his presence for the next fifteen minutes, and Max waits. Just because he can — just because he knows this wasn’t the outcome Charles had expected and he wants to revel in the satisfaction of finally getting under Charles’ skin for once for a little while longer. 

Eventually, Charles comes to collect his empty bowl and gives Max a disapproving glare. 

“Well? How was it?”

And Max, unable to resist, gives Charles his biggest, brightest smile. “It was delicious, thank you.”

If looks could kill, Max would have been dead. Then, Charles turns on his heels and walks away with Max’s empty bowl and spoon. 

Taking the win, Max gets to his feet and waits for Charles to look over at him from behind the counter. When he does, he gives the other man a wave. “See you tomorrow, Charles.”

“You’re not coming back tomorrow!” Charles shoots back.

“Oh, but I am,” Max counters. It sounds like a promise, and it is. 

As he walks out of the ice cream shop, feeling Charles’ gaze boring into the back of his head as he does, Max pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts looking up hotels in the area with available rooms.

***

Max stays in Milan for two weeks, and he goes to Charles’ ice cream shop every single day. 

Every day, Charles tells him the only flavor he can serve him is mint chip. By day three, Max has stopped trying to argue with him. By day five, Max orders vanilla and Charles responds with ‘three scoops of mint chip coming up’. And every day, Max sits at his little table by the window to eat his ice cream while Charles stands behind the counter, watching him eat the entire time. 

Every. Single. Day. 

And every single day, Max can see Charles’ resolve crumbling, little by little, convincing him that his tragic efforts are not in complete vain. They might be mostly in vain, but Max is in far too deep at this point to care.

On the eighth day, Max stays until closing and Charles spends the majority of his free moments actually hanging around Max’s table and engaging him in conversation. It's a step in the right direction, even if Charles does end up kicking the Dutchman out when he has to count the register.

And on the eleventh day, as Max is about to leave after finishing yet another disgusting, massive portion of mint chip ice cream, Charles finds himself looking at the blond from behind the counter, watching as Max smiles down at his phone. Those piercing blue eyes are crinkling in delight, causing adorable smile lines to appear at their corners, his full, inviting lips stretching to expose his straight, white teeth. A wave of something — jealousy, Charles would define it as if he wasn’t a pigheaded dick when it comes to four-time F1 World Champion Max Emilian Verstappen — washes over him at the thought of whatever or whoever it is that puts that smile on Max's face. 

It makes the Monégasque realize that all of his attempts over the past few months to convince himself that he doesn’t find Max attractive or charming as hell, and that he definitely doesn’t want to find out whether Max likes vanilla in bed, too, have been for naught. 

And so, with an overwhelming feeling that he's losing a battle he's been fighting for months, Charles throws away the paper towel he had been using to dry his hands and resigns himself to his fate. Because sometimes, perseverence needs to be rewarded.

And he's not just referring to Max's.

“You can take me out to dinner tonight,” he tells Max, and it sounds like the statement pains him. Which it kind of does.

Max stops dead, one hand on the door handle, half-turned to face Charles. The look on his face is one of utter surprise.

“Really?” he asks, and he sounds so fucking hopeful that it should probably make Charles change his mind. But instead, it makes him want to close up the shop immediately and let Max take him out to dinner right fucking now.

Which is pathetic, really. But then again, so is the way Charles has been waking up every day hoping Max Verstappen would walk through the door of his ice cream shop for the past few months.

But, having no intention of showing his hand, Charles maintains a stoic expression as he nods. 

“Pick me up here at nine.”

Max's smile is so wide that Charles wonders if it makes his cheeks hurt. He also wonders if said cheeks will feel as warm to the touch as they look.

“Okay,” Max says, still smiling. “Then I'll see you again at nine.”

And with that, Max turns, pulls the door open, and walks out of the shop. 

When Charles can only just see the back of the Dutchman through the window, he sees Max stopping briefly on the sidewalk and pumping his fist in the air in the same celebratory manner Charles has seen after so many victorious races over the years.

He looks ridiculous, and Charles might just be falling a little bit in love with him.

Charles doesn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.

***

It turns out that Max's preferences in bed are far more adventurous than his taste in ice cream.

Which turns out to be yet another thing they're on the same page about.

#Lestappen #Lestappen fic #My writing #thearchercore #Ice cream shop AU

[azulashengrottospiano]

the first ice cream cone

SUMMARY: You take Malleus on an ice cream date! Except...something doesn't go as planned.

CHARACTERS: Malleus Draconia

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: I wrote this for a friend, but someone on quotev requested something for Malleus too!! I hope you enjoy it (and I have a baking oneshot in the works too C:)

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You’d done some research before taking Malleus out on a date, asking Lilia what he seemed to like the most whenever they went on their outings. Lilia seemed amused at your question, but humored you with a slice of knowledge.

“He loves ice cream. It’s his favorite!” Lilia hummed, sipping on the tomato juice you brought him as a bribe, “Just don’t buy him any cake to go with it—the last time I bought him a cake, he ate the entire thing. He had really bad heartburn and has now sworn off of them.”

Now here you were. Standing outside of a nearby ice cream shop with a terrifyingly strong dragon man on your arm. He didn’t seem like it though, his eyes wide and full of wonder.

“Child of man…” he shook your arm gently, “Is this an ice cream shop?”

“Yes! I was hoping it’d be a good first date idea…I even talked to Lilia to make sure I wouldn’t do anything wrong.” you nodded, proud of your planning.

“It’s wonderful.” a smile flickered across his face, “Shall we?”

You dragged him inside first, insisting on paying with the limited amount of money Crowley had allowed you this week. You’d been saving up for a few weeks just in case, so anything Malleus wanted to try on this date would be his.

“Fascinating.” his stare was owlish as he blinked at the two scoop cones he ordered.

“I was surprised you went for pistachio.” you hummed, leading him to a bench outside.

“I was curious. I’ve never had this flavor before.” he eyed it up before taking a lick.

You watched him eat for a bit before you remembered your own ice cream, still watching him. He never looked this peaceful when he was in school, likely because Sebek and Silver would trail him constantly. You were lucky you could sneak him away for a little bit—there’s no doubt Sebek was probably losing his marbles over Malleus’ disappearance right now.

“Thank you for getting me away for a little while.” he said, placing a hand over yours.

“It’s no problem. You deserve it.” you wrapped your fingers around his hand and squeezed.

He chuckled, but said nothing else. You two enjoyed the ice cream and the quiet bustling of the outside world, without Lilia or Sebek or Silver or Ace or Deuce. Or Grim, actually. Especially Grim.

“Oh.” Malleus huffed, sounding alarmed.

You glanced over, watching as he clutched his head dramatically.

“Is everything okay?” you placed your hand on his back, watching him closely just in case he decided to pass out on you.

“Child of man…I believe I have been poisoned. My head…is collapsing.” he groaned, his grip on his ice cream cone beginning to crush the wafer.

“Are you…are you talking about a brain freeze?” you furrowed your brow, baffled at one of the strongest mages crumpled over at your feet from a little brain freeze.

“What is that? Will my brain turn to ice? I assure you, I am not so weak as to collapse—”

“Malleus.”

“I can handle myself. I shall consult the library as soon as possible so this disease cannot fester.”

“Malleus.”

“Child of man, I thank you for the brief pleasantries we shared before there was an attack on my life.”

“Malleus, listen to me.” you grabbed his arms, pulling him up, “It’s not fatal. A brain freeze is harmless. It’ll be gone in a minute. I promise.”

Malleus halted his dramatic hand movements staring at you in wonder.

“Child of man, your knowledge knows no bounds. I feel better already.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed deeply.

Well, it wouldn’t be Twisted Wonderland if you could go on a normal date.

#auburn's fics <3 #drabbles <3 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #twst x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #malleus draconia fluff

[static-radio-ao3]

@jegulus-microfic // january 14 // prompt: massage // words: 808

“Long night?” The bartender asks, towel slung over his shoulder as he pours Regulus another glass of whiskey. 

“Long month,” he sighs. He massages his temples for a moment, but it doesn’t do anything to alleviate the headache that’s building up.

“Yeah? Wanna tell me about it?” The bartender busies himself with cleaning the counter. There’s no one else to tend to, after all. He looks up at Regulus over the rim of his glasses.

Regulus snorts out a laugh. Perhaps somewhat unattractively, but he doesn’t care. There’s no one left to impress, after all. “I don’t think you get paid enough for that.”

“I get paid plenty. Come on, I’m all ears.”

Regulus considers for a moment, glass loosely held between his fingertips. He swirls the liquid around. Tilts his head. “Well, at least tell me your name before I unload all my issues.”

The bartender moves so he’s standing right in front of him. He leans down, arms coming to rest on the counter. He has nice arms, Regulus notices. Strong. Corded. Veiny.

“James,” the bartender says. He tips his head as if to say nice to meet you.

“Well, James,” Regulus starts, “I’ve been dating.”

“Ah.”

“And it’s not going well.”

“Ah.”

“See, my first date was with a guy who was definitely in love with his roommate and asked me to drive him home an hour into the date because the roommate called. There was an emergency, apparently. I don’t know what type of emergency requires me to stop for condoms first, but I digress.”

Barty hadn’t even been apologetic about it. Told Regulus point-blank that he needed to pass by the store. Bought ribbed condoms and flavored lube. Directed Regulus to their apartment. For a brief moment, Barty had seemed to consider inviting him up. 

“They’re nice though,” he continues with a shrug. “We hang out sometimes.” James chuckles in amusement, soft and low. “Second date was with a guy whose hair was so greasy, I swear you could deep fry something in that mess. And he kept talking about his childhood best friend, which was giving me stalker vibes, to be honest.”

James watches, rapt, as Regulus brings his glass to his mouth and tips it back, the whiskey burning through his system. It leaves him feeling warm and fuzzy around the edges. He’s not sure if it’s the whiskey, though, or James’ attentive gaze.

“And tonight?” James asks. “Date number three?”

“This was four, actually,” he sighs. “Three was a double date with my brother and his boyfriend and their friend, but the friend stood me up.”

“He did not,” James gasps, appropriately scandalized. 

“Right?” Regulus sniffs. He stares into the bottom of his glass, amber liquid long gone, just to avoid the pity he knows he’ll find in James’ eyes. “Tonight was a miss, too. I don’t know, maybe I’m the problem. The undateable Regulus Black. The least eligible bachelor in all of England.” Regulus can’t help the derisive snort that escapes him.

“What did you just say?” James straightens. The movement is so sudden that Regulus startles with it. 

There is a bitter twist of his mouth as he repeats his words. It feels a bit cruel to be asked for an encore of his self-deprecation, but Regulus has always had a hard time saying no to a pretty face. “The least eligible bachelor in all of England?”

“No, no, before that.”

He rolls his eyes. “The undateable Regulus Black?”

James takes a step back behind the bar, as if to get a better look at Regulus. He’s sure he’s quite the spectacle. Hair mussed, eyes bleary, tie undone because he’s been tugging at the knot all night. 

“Shit, you’re Sirius’ brother. I— I had an unexpected shift last week, Peter got sick.” James cards a hand through his hair, tugging on some strands as he goes. “That’s why I couldn’t make it.”

Regulus jolts in his chair, leaning closer to James, eyes narrowed and lip curled up in a sneer. “Wait, you stood me up?”

“I didn’t know!” Two hands held up in surrender. Regulus thinks they’re nice hands. Skilled, too, because he saw James twirl bottles earlier. He wonders what those hands might feel like on his throat. No. He blinks harshly to clear his head. James is still standing there, hands raised. When Regulus leans back into his chair, he lowers them.

He turns to the shelves where the liquor is stocked, grabs the bottle of whiskey. Regulus forces himself not to think indecent thoughts about the man's back.

“Well then,” James says, pouring himself a drink after topping off Regulus’ glass. He shucks the towel off his shoulder, unbothered when it lands in a heap on the counter behind him. Shoots Regulus a wry grin, glass lifted mid-air as if toasting. “Fifth time’s the charm?” 

#it's barely the 14th for me but posting it already for kay <33 #rosekiller accidentally had an entire subplot #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #jegulus microfic #mil's microfics #mil's writing #my writing

[hadesrise]

meet the addams.

previous part.

summary ➳ the bat family meets the addams family

pairings ➳ jason todd x addams!male reader

warnings ➳ fluff, strong language, pet names, hesitant bruce, weapons, typical addams family behavior ( homicide, dark humor, weird, etc ), jason and reader being a simp for each other, the addams being wholesome as always, implied reader’s atheism (i think the entire addams are atheist tbh), mention of torture

author’s note ➳ wow, hades updated !! shocking, i know. i'm sorry for the long hiatus and inactive, i wasn't okay and it was difficult for me to write when my mind was in such a messed up state. mental health can be a bitch, you know :D i'm trying to recover, and went back on writing again. hope this was a good comeback.

Letting his family meet you hadn’t crossed Jason’s mind at all until that very day when his annoying older brother caught him by the ice cream truck buying a dark chocolate and a mint chocolate flavored ice cream.

Dick was on officer duty patrol in undercover civilian clothes that afternoon, walking around the streets of Gotham in hopes of catching some shady business going around the city or just someone doing a simple act that goes against the law, being a good police officer that he is. Though, instead of seeing criminals like he assumed he would, his most rebellious little brother dressed in bad boy-ish clothes as usual buying ice creams caught his eyes.

He was supposed to walk right past since there really is no reason to approach Jason, but seeing him sit down next to a mysterious, old fashioned, well-dressed, expensive looking guy in all black with sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose and give the dark chocolate flavored ice cream to? Now, Dick certainly can’t walk past without knowing about you because he’s a little shit who just can’t help but stuck his nose into his brother’s business. That and, well, he also found you really cool. There’s not a thing in this world that can stop Dick Grayson from wanting to befriend someone who seems cooler than the Dark Knight himself.

So, in all his glory, Dick approached Jason with his usual charming smile dancing across his lips.

“Oh, god...” Jason groaned in annoyance as soon as he spotted the grinning male, rolling his eyes. Peace seems to never be an option whenever he takes you around the city for simple walks.

“Jason, are you uttering your all father’s name religiously or simply as an expression as of the moment?” Your elegant yet soothing, deep voice speaks out a sentence composed of well thought words and syllables, innocent curiosity behind the gentle tone.

Dick takes a mental note that your way of speaking sounded similar to the way humanity used to speak centuries ago, when everything was still old-fashioned and technologies hardly ever existed. It made him feel like you came from the past, as if he was witnessing the existence of a time traveler. Stopping in front of you two, he gives you a charming grin as soon as your eyes catches his. A hint of curiosity and wonder flashed within them behind the dark shades of your sunglasses before they were gone in an instant, replaced by a questioning look instead.

“May I help you?” You simply asked, but Dick doesn’t fail to notice the sudden drop in your previously soft tone and the piercing, calculated gaze holding wariness as well as subtle suspicion.

“Sorry, I’m Dick Grayson. I was curious about the person Jay’s hanging out with, I couldn’t help myself but approach.” He elaborates himself while trying his best to ensure he wasn’t a threat through body language, relaxing his figure. “I’m sorry if I freaked you out a little.”

Recognition flashed in your face, brows raising only barely to show subtle surprise, “Jason’s older brother. The name’s (Y/n) Addams. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” You smiled, and even something just as simple as that looked graceful in Dick’s eyes.

Somewhat unsurprisingly, you were enchanting to look at as everything you do or say was captivating. How Jason managed to pull you was beyond him.

“Nice to meet you too,” He says back with a soft smile.

Even though his little brother hasn’t introduced you yet to their family, at least you seemed to know about them. Hopefully, nothing unpleasant has been said, but Dick doubts Jason would hide his trauma from you, considering how he was leaning to your side now subconsciously, as if being away from you will bring back awful memories.

He was worried about his practically traumatized-for-life little brother living alone, but it appears he didn’t have to worry at all.

“What are you doing here, Dick?” Jason more of grumbled, annoyed that your date has been interrupted. Almost automatically, one of your hands move to settle itself on his thigh to give it a gentle and soothing rub to ease his growing annoyance, while the other held your dark chocolate ice cream that you had begun eating with clean manners. He relaxed in an instant after feeling your touch.

“I think you should introduce (Y/n) to our family, Jay.” Dick suggests with enthusiasm that didn’t match Jason’s, not really answering his question. “They would want to know who you’re going out with. We can all have a dinner together!” There was excitement shining in his eyes as he shrugged his shoulders, trying to remain nonchalant despite his body language practically screaming excited.

Your lover groans, “Why the hell do they have to know who I’m going out with?”

Amusement crosses your face as you smirked, licking off the small bits of ice cream that got on your lips. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that. I’m certain my family will be more than happy to meet them.” Jason gives you a look, to which you responded with an innocent smile. “Oh, mon amour. What could go wrong? I have been looking forward to meet your family, but you’ve never considered to bring me there. It’s a little concerning how you seem too hesitant to let them meet me.” You pout, feigning sadness.

Your lover widens his eyes, panic appearing in them as he gripped your hand that was on his thigh after realizing what you were implying. “That’s not what it looks like, babe! I just don’t want you to meet them ‘cause they can be a bit unbearable. Bruce is the worst person you could ever meet,” He scrunched his nose. “It’s not you I don’t want them to meet, it’s them I don’t want you to meet. There’s a difference. You’re never the problem.”

You chuckled at his quick attempt of elaboration.

Jason feels his cheeks redden at how deeply elegant and amazing your laugh sounded; it never fails to make his heart go haywire even after all this time. You manage to effortlessly make him fall in love with you deeper and deeper every day without even meaning to.

“Worry not, darling. I was just teasing you. I’m far from upset.” Reassuring him, your hand gently cups his cheek to rub the skin comfortingly. “Let me meet them once you’ve gotten rid of your doubts completely, my Jason. It isn’t necessary to rush.” You then let go of his face to push some of his hair away from his forehead before leaning back to continue eating the ice cream.

Dick witnessed a starstruck smile spread across Jason’s lips in an instant, the way his expression was so soft when looking at you, how his emerald eyes that usually held pent-up rage towards the world sparks brightly in love and adoration.

Huh. He’s never seen his brother this happy and content.

Maybe you are Jason’s one true love.

“Dick,” Jason calls out after watching you eat your ice cream with a barely hidden happiness. You looked happy to meet one of his family even though you haven’t said anything, and he was willing to throw away his pride if it meant making you happy.

“Hm?” Dick hummed, smiling when Jason glanced at you and looked back at him.

“Tell the others.”

That was all he needed to let out the excitement he was holding in, beaming at you two. “Right away, little bird!” He doesn’t waste a time to pull his phone out of his pocket, “I’m going then. It was nice meeting you, (Y/n). I’ll text you when!” He waved his hand and walked away, already dialling Bruce’s number.

Jason watched him go incredulously. “Did he just come here to convince me to introduce you?”

You chuckle under your breath, “Perhaps. Your brother has sorted out his priorities well.” However, a frown appears on your lips when you turned to Jason. “Do you genuinely feel comfortable letting my family meet them? We could always cancel, mon amour. There are many other fascinating activities we can bother ourselves with.”

Jason felt his heart swell at your gentle tone and concerned eyes, making him feel loved in many different ways. You don’t even realize that you’re slowly healing his troubled heart with simple things like this. He already knows you love him more than the Guillotine itself (which is a really big deal since nothing except him could ever beat your love for it) as you’ve always told him before, but the way you treat him, talk to him, and look at him just adds so much weight on your words. You don’t just tell him you love him — you show it in the most perfect, best, casual ways.

Intertwining his hand with yours, he brought it up to rest on his chest, hiding how overwhelmed he was with the love for you. “Like what, sweetheart?” Faint amusement laced his tone as he already knew the answer.

“Like slicing or shooting criminals, of course.” You winked before bringing your intertwined hands to press a kiss on his knuckles.

Jason laughs, and you admired the way he threw his head back to let the sound escape. “Knew you would say that!” He wheezed, before calming down to kiss your knuckles just like you did to his. “But it’s really fine, (Y/n). I want to introduce you and your family to mine.” His expression then turns apologetic, “ ‘m sorry if it seemed like I was keeping you in the shadows.”

You shake your head and leaned in to capture his lips in a peck, a gesture to let him know you didn’t mind. “If you were keeping me in the shadows, we wouldn’t be having a date out in the open where any of your family can see me. Don’t be apologetic, chéri. I’m nowhere near upset.”

Letting a smile break out, Jason leans in to kiss you more longer this time before pulling away.

Just like that, you both sat on the bench and ate ice creams in comfortable silence, holding each other’s hand.

Dick, Tim, Damian, Barbara, Cassandra and Stephanie all stood in front of the Wayne Manor with barely contained excitement, waiting for the infamous Addams family and Jason to show up.

Dick was mainly looking forward for his family to see the side of Jason no one had ever seen before, Tim was occasionally standing on his tiptoes to see if any car was nearing, and Damian was keeping himself still but his body practically trembled with excitement due to being a fan of your vigilante persona for a long time. Barbara had a smile on her face with a hint of nervousness, while Cassandra and Stephanie talked to each other to calm their nerves.

Even without research, the Addams family was quite the celebrity family in Gotham because of their richness that seemed to tie with Bruce Wayne, but moreover, they were rather infamous for being “weird” and gothic as those experts for minding businesses that aren’t their own paparazzi claimed. The Wayne family didn’t really need to dive into the deepest parts of internet in their computer; one newspaper — with the front cover of five people with gothic outfits standing in front of the big ass almost-castle-house — dedicated entirely to the weird family already helped.

Only thing they needed to research about was you, and surprisingly, it wasn’t hard to find information about your vigilantism — which is how all of them realized not only was Jason dating the person Damian idolizes more than his own father, but also the one who brutally tortured and straight-up dumped Joker into Arkham Asylum. Needless to say, it kinda made sense to them that Jason’s dating you, though Bruce wasn’t pleased.

The gates being opened to a black limousine caught their attention, making Cass and Steph break their conversation to watch the car drive closer before eventually stopping in front of them. A butler, who took them by surprise due to his seemingly inhuman looks similar to the Frankenstein monster, got out to open the door.

A man wearing a black suit with white stripes was the first to come out of the limousine as he smiles cheerfully at them, helping his wife to step out. Cassandra’s jaw dropped at the beautiful woman with black, long and silky hair who gives them an enchanting, almost hypnotizing smile.

Next to step out were a boy wearing black and white striped shirt and a girl who had her hair braided on two sides. The boy gave them an all too adorable friendly smile, but his sister only held a blank face as she observed each of the Wayne members. Finally, Jason got out together with you, all of them noticing your intertwined hands.

Your lover raised his brows, “Why are you all here?”

“Well, Bruce said we didn’t have to, but we wanted to welcome you here.” Dick shrugged, nodding at you. “Good to see you again, (Y/n).”

“Likewise, Dick.” You smile. “Greetings, ladies, gentlemen. The name’s (Y/n). This are my parents Gomez and Morticia,” Your parents greet them with a nod and friendly smile. “And my siblings Wednesday and Pugsley.” Pugsley waves his hand, enthusiastic to meet Jason’s family, while Wednesday crosses her arms above her chest and simply nods without a word.

Dick was grinning at your siblings because of their adorableness, not even the slightest bit bothered by Wednesday’s lack of emotion. Cassandra and Tim were gawking at Gomez and Morticia, how they seem so perfect and gorgeous, not only each on their own but together as well. Stephanie and Barbara beamed at you while Damian observed Wednesday and Pugsley, but there wasn’t any hint of malice or bad intention in his eyes — just curiosity. The Addams family sure are good looking individuals.

“Uh — hi,” Tim was the first to speak out of the Wayne’s, awkwardly waving his hand because of the fact he felt as if the Addams were ethereal beings due to their beauty. “You... You all look beautiful. I’m surprised.”

Wednesday’s brows raised as you tilted your head slightly to the side, looking confused. Morticia and Gomez exchanges a glance from not knowing what to say, while Pugsley smiled nicely at Tim despite the truth of being called beautiful feels like an insult. Yours and your family’s reaction immediately worried the Wayne children; none of you seemed pleased or happy with the compliment Tim gave, in fact, you kind of looked offended.

Seeing his siblings getting worried that they might’ve done something wrong, Jason clears his throat to catch everyone’s attention and successfully did so. “What he means is you all look deadly and loathsome. He wasn’t trying to offend you in any way, he just isn’t used to our ways of compliment.” He elaborated with a genuine look, and his siblings looked taken aback that he seemed really calm and gentle with you and your family. Jason have always had anger issues; his rage was explosive everywhere he goes and the main victims of it were criminals, but sometimes it was directed entirely at Bruce because of their unpleasant history.

He was never known as a calm person even in the family. Always seemed on edge, like a walking bomb that’s ticking every second, unknown by people how to stop it from exploding so suddenly. However, as Jason stands with you holding your hand tightly, his entire demeanor was almost completely different from what his family was used to. He was as calm as a wind that caresses the Mother Nature so softly in fear of disturbing her and as gentle as anyone who holds a little kitten in their hands — there was no ticking time bomb, just a soft man caring and pouring his heart and love out to his awesome lover. Jason looked comfortable around you and your family, extremely to the point that he hadn’t noticed practically calling himself an Addams. It made his siblings’ hearts swell with happiness.

“Oh,” Morticia sighed in relief, and even just that felt and looked so heavenly. “We’re sorry, my dear. We weren’t aware of that. I was afraid you found us tolerable.”

Tim chuckles, not really knowing what to say. He was visibly confused, though from what he was able to pick up on, negative comments seems to be taken as positive ones in your family. While most of them were confused just like Tim, Damian quickly understood how compliments worked within the Addams and smirked fondly.

Dick finally gathers his thoughts to clear his throat, “Well, let’s go in now, shall we?”

As your family nodded in sync, you turn to Jason while fixing your collar with the empty hand. “Love, do I look menacing? I have to look presentable when meeting your father. I despise looking good.” You stated, checking your outfit and trying to fix where you found unpresentable.

It’s rare to see you fidgeting and uneasy, making Jason smile. He knew you lose your composure only when it comes to him and it made him feel so loved, appreciated, and important. “You always look menacing, babe. Could scare off any children that passes by.” He compliments, bringing up your intertwined hands and kissing the back of yours.

The corner of your lips twitched up, squeezing his hand back as amusement and adoration shows themselves on your expression. “That’s very lovely. This is why I loathe you.”

The flirting between you and Jason was so natural that even Damian wasn’t affected by it — he’s mostly disgusted and cringed out when people flirt in front of him, but for some reason, Jason flirting with you didn’t bother him at all. Perhaps, because it isn’t a modern type of flirting where couples show disgusting amount of PDA or say things halfheartedly just to make their partner feel good, but rather, it’s one that uses old-fashioned yet romantic language which truthfully comes from the heart. You and Jason flirt with respect for each other, where neither of you objectify nor sexualize the other.

There was a clear unspoken understanding between you, which was shown in just this little flirtatious moment. The way you show your love for each other might be old-fashioned and out of ordinary in this modern day, but it’s honestly more romantic than any of the modernized ones.

“You two always flirt,” Wednesday spoke as she swiftly turned around to meet yours and Jason’s eyes. “It would’ve been more perfect if you were holding a human heart and giving it to each other.”

Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie all widened their eyes at her opinion — is she telling you to kill someone, take their heart out, and give it to each other to show your love? That wouldn’t be a romance anymore; it’ll be a dark romance.

However, you only shrugged your shoulders while Jason chuckled in amusement, as if that comment was as normal as seeing trees and nature everywhere. Neither of you were even concerned with what Wednesday said. “There’s precisely a possibility of that occurring, though it’s not yet now.” You responded calmly, as expressionless as Wednesday but slight amusement littered your tone.

The others tensed at your statement with the exception of Damian, who only smirked in pride, as they all remember the news of Joker getting dumped into Arkham Asylum by a vigilante that isn’t Batman. Like mentioned before, Joker was in a really bad shape when he was quite literally thrown into the Asylum, very visible signs of torture coating his body everywhere.

When Bruce visited, it was worse than how the media portrayed it to be. Tongue cut off, fingers broken and two missing, heavily concussed, several cuts along his face and body, and bruises covering most of his body parts. Worst of it all was that Joker didn’t seem like himself anymore; he does laugh — never had been a time when Joker didn’t laugh — but it wasn’t his typical laughter. All the mockery, self-confidence and cockiness weren’t there. Instead, fear and paranoia filled the laughter Bruce was so used to hearing. It was so uncharacteristic and very unlikely of Joker.

He’s finally put behind bars for good, but how the fuck can a vigilante absolutely destroy the Joker? He was indestructible yet you managed to break him so bad that his insanity got flooded with immense fear rather than the urge to kill everyone and everybody for no reason.

And as they stand in front of you now, none of them can even imagine how such a gentleman like you could’ve broke him completely. You seem so respectful, sweet, gentleman, and lovely that it’s almost impossible to believe you were the one who did it. But everyone should always expect the unexpected, right?

“Dick,” Jason’s voice snaps the oldest boy out of his own thoughts as he nods his head towards the door. “Let’s go in.”

The Grayson only hummed, turning around to open the door and gesture inside with his other hand, bowing a little to show respect. Morticia and Gomez smiled pleasantly and brightly, touched by his manners as they enter. Wednesday followed next with a usual expressionless face, and Pugsley said “thank you” first before entering, then Jason pulled you along with him at last. The door closed behind Damian who was the last to enter.

“Welcome,” Bruce immediately greeted as soon as all of your eyes met his, and your parents doesn’t hesitate to smile respectfully and kindly at him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne.” Gomez steps forward with his hand extended to shake Bruce’s hand before gesturing to his wife standing beside him. “She’s my wife Morticia and these are my children. Perhaps, you already know about (Y/n)?”

Bruce’s unreadable gaze shift from your father to you, attempting to figure out your characteristics by just looking. However, despite the nervousness you’re feeling, you didn’t fail to compose yourself and appeal confident with the usual emotionless expression on your face. Your gaze sparkling darkly under the light made him feel uneasy somehow, as if you knew all of his dirty little secrets and his entire characteristics as well as personality and attitude without analyzing that much.

Truth be told, you heard Bruce’s attitude from Jason when he opened himself up to you. Your Beloved was extremely traumatized by what happened with Joker that it affected the way he saw the world; it should’ve been that way too with Bruce because he’s Jason’s adoptive father — yet what really happened was the complete opposite.

Bruce may not have had an ill intent of dismissing or ignoring what happened to Jason, but to continue living like Joker didn’t kill his second son made him unlikable on your list. You’re a very respectful person as Gomez and Morticia didn’t raise you to be an awful entity, and you would never want to go against your lover’s adoptive father — although, that does not mean you accept his morals.

Hiding the unsettled feeling building up in his stomach, Bruce attempts to smile at you and shake your hand. “So you’re (Y/n). I’ve only ever heard once about you.”

Only the corner of your lips twitched, a barely formed smile appearing as you shake his hand, eyes still piercing through him like a dagger. “And I’ve heard a lot of... things about you, Mr. Wayne.” The calculative tone in your voice set an alarm within Bruce’s head and he would’ve pulled his hand away from your grasp if it wasn’t for his conscious mind forcing himself to calm down. “Be not afraid — You’ll see no judgement here.” You gave him a pointed look.

Jason quickly goes behind you and wraps an arm around your waist, the soft look on him being noticed by everyone present in the room. “Babe, let’s have dinner first. You’ll absolutely love Alfred’s cooking. They’re hella tasty.” He compliments, winking at Alfred who stood at the side. Alfred smiled with gratitude.

Bruce notices the way a small bit of light shine on your dead-like eyes as soon as you looked at Jason. “Well then, may we?” You shift your soft gaze from Jason to Bruce as you tilt your head slightly to the side.

From then on, the peaceful dinner began with mainly your parents and Bruce sharing thoughts about their own children while the others watch with a smile as Damian starts a conversation with you, the one he idolizes the most. It’s surprising to see Damian being really talkative — for the first time ever, he was being an actual child, asking you questions after questions with his eyes sparkling in joy. Not wanting to ruin this seemingly precious moment for Damian, everyone just decided to listen and chime in only once in a while when they feel like it. You were extremely patient with Damian the entire time he was bombarding you with questions, answering all of them without getting annoyed.

Jason felt relieved to witness the dinner going smoothly.

Truth be told, he was secretly worried about it turning into a disaster due to your vigilantism — Jason knew how Bruce felt about you after realizing you were the unnamed vigilante that nearly killed the Joker, and he thought Bruce would bring it up right away soon as dinner started. Luckily, he didn’t. It made Jason sigh in relief and relax on his seat, smiling as he watched you talk with his siblings.

However, perhaps it was too soon.

“(Y/n), how long have you been a vigilante?”

Jason immediately froze at Bruce’s question. The chit-chatting within the dining hall quickly falls into silence as everyone, too, froze — except the Addams family, who were still eating calmly and quietly, unbothered.

You first swallowed the food you were chewing before wiping your mouth elegantly with a napkin and not even hesitating to meet Bruce’s piercing eyes. “Since I was a child, Mr. Wayne.” You answered simply.

Bruce leans on the table, taking it slow. “Why did you become one?”

You felt Jason squeezing your hand under the table, as if to say you don’t have to answer everything. Though, you still did. “One of our ancestors was a vigilante, although he was hanged alongside his wife’s burning body when a rumour spread that she was a witch. He’s quite the legend within our family, you see.” Dick, Stephanie and Barbara’s jaws dropped. “I could say I was inspired by him. Although the sole purpose of my vigilantism is to bring justice to those who were rejected, neglected, and ignored by our unpleasantly ridiculous, worthless justice system.”

Feeling nervousness radiate off of Jason from how he squeezed your hand even more strongly, you gently hold and knead his hand to give him relaxation. After he stopped squeezing and slightly calmed down, you readjusted his hand so your and his fingers would intertwine with each other. You could feel him staring, but you never avoided eye contact with Bruce.

“To bring justice...” The Billionaire trails off meaningfully, as if it was something he wasn’t expecting to hear from you. “Was that your way of bringing justice?” The sharpness in his tone clearly gave everyone an idea of what he’s talking about.

However, despite the tension thickening and Bruce’s eyes narrowing in judgment, you kept your composure with an expressionless face, nerves surprisingly as calm as water flows. There wasn’t anything you were feeling at the moment, just the patience you need to deal with Jason’s shallow-minded father.

“I’m most definitely certain yours and my understanding of justice varies.” You immediately responded without missing a beat. Bruce’s eyes pierced through you, but your (e/c) eyes were much worse. It was reading him thoroughly, looking into his soul, his mind, feeling as if you knew everything.

“Though, I must admit for everyone’s knowledge, just so no one is left unaware — I tortured Joker not to seek justice for my lover, but to feed my vengeance and urge to revenge.” Your dark eyes glinted in amusement under the lights as the confession slips from your mouth with no restraints, like you’re just talking about nonchalant things. That’s not the only thing that made a cold shiver run down everyone’s spine; it was also the way your supposedly expressionless face completely shifted for the first time only to form a dark, prideful, egotistical look, accompanied by a smirk which obviously stated you weren’t regretful.

Now, there’s no way Bruce would take it lightly.

Sensing the events had turned out more worrisome, Jason tries to tug on your intertwined hands. “(Y/n), sweetheart, we should—”

Your cold gaze avert towards him, and it softened only a bit. “Apologies for interrupting you, my love, but leaving our dinner without finishing them would be disrespect to the person who cooked them for us.” You placed a gentle kiss on the back of Jason’s hand to assure him. “Worry not so much. Your father and I are only getting to know one another.”

As soon as your cold and piercing eyes returned to him, Bruce immediately feels an unsettling feeling in his gut as his heartbeat quickens. He could see it’s easy for you to deal with him or this kind of confrontation — the dangerous thing he noticed about you is that you never lose composure and patience regardless if the situation at hand benefits you or not. The only time you’ve probably ever lost your collectedness was with Joker, whom you actually had every right to get absolutely livid at. You love Jason more than words could ever tell, Bruce can easily see that, but your actions not lining up with his morals made it difficult for him to accept you willingly.

While the Addams simply minded their own business by continuing to eat, the others couldn’t find it in themselves to act like there was no tension rising in the air. They knew this confrontation was coming, but witnessing it unfold before their own eyes isn’t easy. Most of them had to swallow the lump that formed in their throat, with Damian being the only one who isn’t nervous in the slightest.

“Mr. Wayne, I have a deep understanding of your morals and the regulations you’ve set in this home... how none of your family is allowed to kill criminals.” You stated with a smile that was barely visible, though respectful nonetheless. However, it instantly vanishes. “But I must remind you one thing — just because you believe your morals are correct does not make it righteous in any way.”

That certainly struck a core in Bruce.

“We, humans, are incapable of finding the correct morals that all of humanity would agree on. You may believe your morals are absolute and there could be a wonderful soul who has developed the same belief as you, but it would never be everyone.” Your hand gracefully gestures to the people in the dining room to emphasize your point before it comes to rest on the table as you intertwine it with your other hand. “You see, humans are not humans without distinctive differences, and pushing your own standards on others likely causes more harm than it should help put them in control.”

The way you’ve said every word with such grace and elegance was nothing but fascinating as everyone found themselves suddenly voiceless. Your every gesture and movement showed an exquisite manner no other human beings were blessed with, alongside your use of sophisticated language that silently told your high level of intelligence. Other than that, Bruce was speechless from how much your words contained truth and wisdom only a philosopher has. He had never seen nor met someone so wise as you.

Perhaps, that’s why you’re so intimidating — every bit of your intelligence and attitude is your very own power no one else could ever have.

Taking a deep breath, Bruce clears his throat to find his voice and meets your eyes. “Are you implying I should accept how different yours and my morals are?”

“Precisely,” You answered without hesitation, sipping the wine Jason had poured for you when the dinner started. “My morality is concerned with the victims, not the perpetrators nor myself. Your morality is concerned with your inability to control your murderous urges when committed.” Bruce inhales sharply, making your eyes glint since he proved you right.

Gomez and Morticia smile to themselves as they felt proud of how you’re always able to point out things others usually don’t or can’t. Despite your brutal honesty, there is clearly respect within the way you speak to Bruce, which is why neither of them stopped you from defending and proving yourself. Helping you was not in their options; they knew you can handle yourself perfectly fine with the number of times you’ve put people in their place physically or verbally.

“(Y/n), baby... It’s okay,” Jason quietly attempts to stop you, knowing those words were intentionally spoken to strike a nerve in his non-biological father.

He knew how your blood boiled when you found out Bruce didn’t kill the Joker because of his ridiculous morality. He can still remember the way your eyes always darkened at even the slightest mention of Batman or Bruce Wayne. It took two years for you to overcome your wrath on the billionaire before you went after the Joker.

Before you could respond to your lover, Bruce caught your attention again with a simple question — “Why did you do it?”

You look back at him, seeing him staring at you and waiting for an answer. The corner of your lips lifted. “Well, wouldn’t we do anything for love?” Bruce's brows raised at the warm look on your face, not knowing your face was capable of making such expression. “No one hurts my soul and live freely without heavy consequences.” You shrugged, looking heavily smug.

Wednesday scoffed, “You should’ve just put a curse on him. It would have saved you all the trouble and exhaustion.” She looked at you as if what you did was the most incorrect thing in the world.

“No, should’ve electrocuted him!” Said Pugsley with a grin. “It didn’t make me insane when Wednesday did it to me, but it could break his mind.” Everyone’s face shifted into a look of shock at the sudden revelation.

“Now now, children.” Morticia interrupts, “What (Y/n) does to his enemies should be decided by him and him only. You don’t decide for (Y/n).”

“Well, Joker hurt Jason and he’s our brother. Nobody hurts my brothers and lives.” Wednesday responded immediately with empty eyes seeking vengeance, stabbing the steak with a fork and making Dick, Tim and Stephanie flinch.

You threw a knife at her with a single flick of your wrist, just narrowly missing her face, stabbing the wall behind her. She doesn’t flinch and instead gives you a look, which you ignore and reach for another knife to cut your steak with. “Manners, Wednesday. If you wish to stab something, search for someone that would be worthy of it, not a supper.”

“You missed on purpose,” Wednesday complains, annoyed.

You sarcastically smile, “Perhaps, I wouldn’t intentionally miss again if you’re respectful towards a supper.”

She glared, “Miss again and I’ll dump you in a paint full of pastels.”

You just rolled your eyes at her tactics while Jason bursts into laughter, knowing how much you and your family hate pastels. To the Addams, pastels and joyful people are the most insufferable matters in the world. There’s nothing you all hate more than that.

His father and brothers couldn’t believe what happened in front of them. None of the Addams, even Jason, cared that you just threw a knife at Wednesday. In fact, your parents were far from concerned as they only watched with warm smiles on their faces, because truthfully that was just you and Wednesday bickering. It’s nothing serious although others might disagree.

“Apologies for our children, Mr. Wayne.” Morticia says casually after Wednesday had returned to eating her dinner, making Bruce turn to look at her. “They’ve always bickered even when they were just a child. (Y/n) and Wednesday in particular, they liked to attempt burning each other alive ever since hearing the story of one of our ancestors who got burned at the Salem Witch Trials. Children love those stories, you know.” She places a hand on her chest, right above her heart, smiling at her children.

“Wait, hold on— You tried to burn each other alive?” Dick was the one who questioned what everyone couldn’t find their voices to ask about, too shocked and horrified that attempting to kill each other seems so natural and normal within the Addams family.

“Yes, for the record.” You answer without looking up. “Being burned alive is classified as the most painful, agonizing way to die, which is why it had been the perfect punishment for those who were accused of witchcraft in 1692 and 1693. My sister and I were intrigued to see whether this was a fact or just merely false information, so we would always attempt to burn each other in hopes of discovering the truth.”

“Funny thing is, they never did.” Jason cackles as Wednesday shot him an unamused look. “(Y/n) still wishes he could die being burned alive, though.”

The corner of your lips merely twitched in a soft smile as you kissed the back of Jason’s hand affectionately, eyes closed. “Have I ever mentioned I want you to do the honor?” You say with such a loving and adoring tone that Jason felt his heart swell, knowing this is somewhat a proposal that only an Addams would understand.

It was a traditional Addams way of showing they love the person rather than wrapping it up in just three words that rarely comes from the bottom of one’s heart. You would die for him, and only he could bring your ultimate demise, no one else. You were offering him your heart and soul, as well as life, permitting him to hold and treasure it for the rest of your lives. It was an implication that you would dedicate your life to him with nothing in return — you will do everything for him. It’s easy to kill — you’ve nearly done it with the Joker — but it’s not easy to live and die for him, but you will and you would.

Feeling overwhelmed with all the love you endlessly give and show, Jason couldn’t help but hide behind his empty hand in an attempt to hold his tears in, always being emotional whenever he gets the love he doesn’t think he deserves. But he does. You’ve never failed to show him he deserves everything you offer. God, how did he even end up with you? You’re so good to him, so loving and giving, Jason didn’t even expect you’ll be like this back when you two were just strangers building friendship. Jason can’t let you go anymore, and he would never even if you asked him to. He loves you just as much as you love him, although yours seem bigger than his.

The Wayne family witnessed Jason, the usually insufferable Todd who thrives off of violence, cry at the mere love and affection his lover gave. Jason was crying because you reminded him of how significant he was to your life. The big bad wolf, the ruthless Red Hood, the boy who had an immense thirst for vengeance, the boy whose blood is filled with utmost rage towards the world, was crying at the simple showcase of love.

And that’s how Bruce — no, his entire family — knew they failed to love him enough.

But they don’t have to make it up to him anymore. They can’t, because you’re already showering him with love and adoration and appreciation and everything he deserves. You did everything what they were supposed to do — what Bruce was supposed to do.

“Oh, mon amour...” You let go of his hand to gently hold his face with both hands, kissing away the tears that overflowed from his eyes. Jason stayed still, relishing how good you are, how soft you treated him as he gripped your gentle hands. Once you’re done kissing his tears away, he buried his face into your chest while wrapping his arms around you, embracing tightly. You kiss the top of his head, caging him in your arms as you gently run your fingers through his hair.

Jason closes his eyes within your embrace, inhaling your calming scent mixed with a cooling hint of cologne. It’s funny how you’ve always associated yourself with death and darkness, yet for Jason, your mere presence is a light at the end of the tunnel that makes him alive every day. “Thank you, (Y/n)...” He murmurs into your chest, barely audible, but heard by you nonetheless.

You gently scratch his scalp, not caring about your meals and attention solely focused on your lover. “For what exactly, chéri? I have not done anything for you to give me such gratitude, at least not that I remember. I have only been attempting to drown you in my love and affection, haven’t I? Are they worthy of your gratitude?”

He chuckled, “You know damn well they are.”

You tilt your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “Even so, do you truly believe it’s significant for me more than just your presence?” Jason slowly looks up at you, his mesmerizing eyes meeting yours, before shaking his head quietly. A satisfied look crosses your face at that, “There you go. It isn’t difficult to figure out now, is it?” Jason shakes his head, burying his face into your chest once again.

As you continue to comfort Jason, Damian stares at the sight with a weird look. “Todd is extremely quiet when he’s around (Y/n). It’s... weird.”

Dick nudged him, “Hey, let him be. Jay’s probably just very comfortable with him.”

“It’s still weird, though.” Tim insists.

Barbara and Stephanie watched with smiles while you kiss Jason’s forehead, too willing to accept you despite finding your family quite strange. People have different traditions and cultures anyway; they figured yours are just too extraordinary and unusual that don’t fit society’s standards. Being different doesn’t matter when it’s clear that you love Jason too much, in your own special way.

Cassandra glances at Bruce, who seemed to be in deep thought. “I don’t think you have any other choice but to accept him.” Her voice snaps him out of his thoughts, “Look at them. They’re very much in love. More than in love, I’d say. It looks like they were meant to be with each other. Like destiny’s the one who wrote them together.”

Bruce looked at the two of you, who obviously saw nothing but each other in your little world.

“Besides, he basically called bullshit on your morals. And you know all too well he’s beyond right.” Cassandra smirks, “I hope your pride doesn’t get in the way of welcoming a new member, dad.”

Bruce sighed.

Well, it’s inevitable that you’ll be a member one way or another. Cassandra was right about that, and although he didn’t want to admit it, Bruce knew he accepted you the moment you stood up against him. It’s not always there’s someone who is brave enough to speak up against the Bruce Wayne.

Though, he may have to teach you not to strangle literally every single person who mess with Jason.

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Could I request the overblot boys getting a gift basket catered to their tastes for Valentine's Day from their lover while everyone just gets basic candies or chocolates?

Happy Valentine's! This seems cute, I play the NA server so I'm just going to go with the 6 characters introduced so far ^^

Overblot boys receive gift basket for Valentine's from their s/o

Riddle

He would first be super flustered but he would absolutely love it.

Riddle might turn beet red if you do it in front of others, but he'll mutter a quick thank you while trying to hide his excitement on getting something for the special day

He has a sweet tooth! Get him some chocolates and you might see him snacking on a few while he's busy with schoolwork!

Riddle probably gave you a handwritten letter ^^

Leona

Acts annoyed, like he didn't need the basket of snacks but he takes it and places it on his desk back in his room

He's a tsundere, so while he sighs and says that he doesn't care if it's Valentine's or not, he's literally cartwheeling in his heart

He will be finishing that entire basket after a long day of spelldrive practice, he might throw a "thank you" in your direction when you go see him after the session

Will he give you anything? No, he forgot. Buuuuut you can spend the whole day skipping class with him if you want to

Azul

He literally melts on spot. He's never really received heartfelt gifts from people so this makes him almost tear up

The tweels will tease him if you did this in public or at least in front of them. They think it's sweet of you to have given him that though

He also has a bit of a sweet tooth, let alone he loves things that are fairly strong in flavor. When he's particularly stressed he'll be taking a bit of the basket and nibbling on a sweet treat

He gives you a lot of things that day — flowers, a handwritten letter, a dinner out, etc. He just wants to be the best for you

Jamil

I feel like he would also be flustered and kind of a tsundere because he's not used to the affection but he also loves it

He takes the basket really quickly, saying that you didn't need to give him anything but he's thankful and he'll try to leave to his room so he can fangirl by himself

He gets stressed out a lot so expect the snacks to be gone by the next week or even in three days. He makes sure you know he really appreciated it though!

What does he give you? He makes you food of course, but he also just spends the whole day with you and gives you a handwritten letter

Vil

He would act like he was expecting this if you did it in front of other people, but in reality he's almost like Azul in the sense he's like freaking out how wholesome this is

He's super thankful, giving you a quick kiss on your forehead and saying "happy Valentine's" before giving you a small bouquet of flowers

He receives gifts from time to time, but he loves the ones he gets from you the most. He likes some sweet things from time to time, I can imagine him loving dark chocolate so you'll see him with one of your sweets the next time you see him studying his lines for a play

He gives you an accessory or a clothing item you wanted as a gift but he also does a lot of romantic activities with you. You guys will for sure watch a romance movie together

Idia

He's absolutely red in the face when you present to him a small basket of his favorite snacks. He's like "omg a gift! For me?!"

He would hug you shyly as he takes his gift, and in return he shows you something he's made — a small video game related to memories you guys had together! It's really wholesome

I feel like he doesn't get gifts often so he appreciates any and all from you. He forgot it was Valentine's altogether, so it makes it even more endearing for him

Ortho thinks it's cute too! Idia will likely finish all of the snacks while you guys watch anime together

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst scenarios #anon ask #twst headcanons #twst x reader #twst overblot #twst riddle x reader #twst leona x reader #twst azul x reader #twst jamil x reader #twst vil x reader #twst idia x reader

[gamergirl-niffler]

I could use some comforting, you know? Can I ask for Kyōjurō, Sanemi, Muzan and Gyutaro with a girlfriend who lost their sight in battle (for slayers - in the battle against Muzan; for demons - in the battle against demon slayers)

Ohhh sweetie! I did my best, I hope you'll like what I did!

Demon Slayer men & demons x blinded s/o

Sanemi 

- Everyone sees Sanemi as a cold man. The one that doesn't really care about anyone else, but he does care about you. 

- This soft side is a secret, available only for you (and his little brother, sometimes) to witness.

-  He visits you every day if he only can. When he needs to leave for more than a day, he not only informs you, but also asks (better word would be orders) Genya to visit you to 'fill in' for him.

-  When he is with you, Sanemi is a completely different man. He isn't the same Shinazugawa that everyone knows.

- Sanemi can of course help you around. He is cleaning and cooking for you, making sure you are as comfortable as possible.

- His favorite part is when the two of you sit on the egawa and enjoy the beautiful day.

- This can't be more perfect. He is holding you close in a tight embrace while talking.

- Sanemi loves you deeply, but there is one thing he will never tell you. He blames himself for your sight loss, it's his fault your beautiful eyes lost the shine and color because he wasn't there to protect you.

- You always seem to feel when he slips into those thoughts. Your one hand grabs his while the other moves back into his hair.

- Your touch brings him back to the right place. You are still with him. That's the most important.

- He is going to fucking rip apart the demon that did this to you.

Kyojuro

- Kyojuro is a good and affectional man. 

- He remembers his dear mother and how much help she needed, so he is here to deliver and assist you.

- Similar to Sanemi, he visits you with Senjuro or asks him to visit you whenever he himself isn't available.

- Every day Kyojuro is taking you for a walk, describing what he sees. Whenever he sees a dog or cat, he calls them over just so you can pet them.

- He loves to eat with you. Kyo is sitting close when the two of you enjoy the meal, talking about all the flavors.

- Kyojuro isn't feeding you. You aren't a child, you can eat on your own, BUT he is there just in case.

-  Since losing your sight, you cannot enjoy a good book. Thankfully, your sweet boyfriend is there. Kyojuro finds a comfortable spot for the two of you to sit and then starts to read for you.

- Of course it's not just reading, he is doing the best job possible. He is even making funny voices if needed.

- When you doze off on his shoulder, he chuckles softly. After putting the book away, he moves you to your bed.

- Kyojuro tucks you in and stays by your side, just in case you suddenly wake up. He doesn't want you to feel sad and/or scared when he isn't next to you.

- Revenge isn't a good thing, but Kyojuro will deliver it to the demon that harmed you.

Gyutaro

- He is angry.

- Some pathetic slayer dared to put his filthy hands on his beloved.

- Because of the cursed blade slayers carry around, you cannot heal.

- How could they hurt his treasure! 

- Gyutaro in some way sees it in a good way - with your eyes gone, you don't need to look at his ugly body. He even tells you this at some point

- You scold him for this.

- You are so precious to him that you aren't allowed to leave his side.

- Of course Gyutaro is taking care of you as much as he needs to.

- While hunting, he shares his food with you.

- He doesn't want you to starve, and he is hoping that once you get strong enough, you'll be able to regenerate or change your body to regain your sight.

- Gyutaro isn't into cuddles, but things like this... But for you, he is ready to do this, just to make you happy.

- While he cuddles you, he is telling you everything he loves about you, and you do the same for him, making him groan.

- He makes sure that the slayer who crippled you is eaten by you and him.

Muzan

- The Demon King is furious!

- Slayer who dared to deprive you of your sight did not live to see another sunrise.

- He just gained one more reason to get rid of the slayers. No one cripples his beloved.

- Upper Moons as well as other pathetic demons are sent out to hunt down each member of the corps. He will feed them all to you!

- You are his special demon with even more special treatment.

- Your Demon King loves to cuddle you and keep you close. Afterall you are his treasure, he doesn't want to ever let you go, especially now.

- No Demon is allowed to disrespect you or look down on you. It means death.

- Muzan makes sure you never go hungry. How could he?

- He is working on his research, and you are there, listening to his voice and adding your own thoughts or ideas.

- Behind your back, he is working on a way to bring your sight back. He is ready to do everything he can to help you.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #shinazugawa x reader #kyojuro rengoku #kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #gyutaro x reader #muzan x reader

[meiieiri]

STOLEN MOMENTS WITH THEM [FT. JUJUTSU KAISEN]

❁—CHARACTERS: suguru geto, gojo satoru, nanami kento

warnings: suggestive themes in gojo’s part (bc why not haha), mentions of canon-typical violence

a/n: i’m so sorry for all this tooth-rotting fluff, i’m sad rn so hehe :’>> song inspo: you are in love (taylor swift). am accepting requests/prompts btw, just shoot me a message-

༊*·˚ SUGURU GETO

winter afternoons cooped inside your one bedroom apartment are always special days, commonly consisting of freshly-brewed piping hot tea sitting peacefully on your small living room side table, a good book, and the warmth of a knitted throw blanket. snowflakes fall entrancingly from the sky and make a feather-like landing on the glass windows that peek into your home.

suguru geto was lounging silently on the couch with you, your head on his strong lap as he gently combs his fingers through your hair, a leather bound book in his free hand, his eyes leisurely skimming the yellowed pages trying to make sense of the decadent shakespearean sonnets that liken love to that of honey and flowers. you were just about to fall asleep when suguru’s melodic baritone caresses your ear.

“don’t you think he’s so full of shit?” he asks suddenly. how could one speak with such vulgar words and still make it sound like poetry?

“shakespeare?” you sit up and you readjust yourselves so that you can rest your head on his shoulder, peeking over it to inspect sonnet 55. his arms comes up to pull you closer to him, tucking you into the warmth of his chest in a bid to keep you warm. “i thought you liked his work,” you take the offending book into your hands, scanning through the words.

“i do,” he clarifies, tracing shapes on your shoulder, his cheek resting against the top of your head as he waits for you to finish reading through the passage.

when you look up from the book, you are surprised when his lips abruptly yet softly meet yours in a loving peck. his hand moves to cup your cheek as he deepens the kiss, your lips moving together in a perpetual waltz, your heartbeats in total sync. you thought the kiss would last forever, and you and suguru wouldn’t give a flying fuck, but he pulls away teasingly, his forehead resting against your own, his nose lovingly bumping yours as you both come down from your respective highs.

“not as much as i like you, though.”

you shake your head, rose blush tinting your cheeks, hopelessly in love. he truly was the light of your life, the lighthouse that brings you to safe waters.

༊*·˚ GOJO SATORU

despite the horrors that have long plagued the grounds of jujutsu tech, the school, being tucked away in a remote location deep in tokyo’s forgotten countryside, was actually quite beautiful. the backdrop of the tall cedar-wood and red maple trees in the forest adjacent to the teachers’ dormitories that served as a protective cover from unwanted prying eyes is a particularly wonderful sight and in an autumn evening such as this one, emitted a fresh aroma of sweet cherries and almonds.

“i was wondering where you were,” gojo satoru walks in the teachers lounge just as the electric kettle automatically switches off. he woke up in a panic when he noticed you’d gone missing, your side of the bed having lost all its warmth, indicating you must have been out of bed for a good while now. it didn’t help his nerves to see your bedstand digital clock display the time: 1:58 AM in bright neon green on its screen.

he moves behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your dainty figure as you busy yourself pouring the boiling hot water into the two instant ramen cups you had prepared. “that for me?”

“nope,” you shrug. “it’s for nanami.”

that was obviously a lie — he looks at the label of the ramen cup and scoffs when he sees the indicated flavor: seafood curry, his favorite, now, if that wasn’t enough to convince him, he has to remind himself that his adorable blonde junior hates instant crap like this. but still, you found it endearingly funny to see your husband pouting like some kicked dog when you push past him to bring the two cups over to the nearby dining table. “i’m kidding,” you chortle, beckoning him to join you.

“you meanie,” he sticks out his bottom lip as he follows you to the table. he sits down, his elbows resting on the table as his hands come up to cradle his chin, mirroring the image of a child who’d been told “no” by his parent. “i think i want a divorce now,” he sulks.

you feign guilt, playing along with him. you stand up to take a seat next to him. “i’m sorry, baby,” you tell him. he only responds by pointing to his cheek, silently telling you to “kiss it better” if you really were sincere in your apology. you reach up to place a loving kiss on his cheek and a smile spreads across his lips. “better?” you chuckle when he lets out an amused breath.

having made peace, you move to retrieve your cup of ramen when without warning, he pulls you by the hand, crashing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, his teeth needily sucking at your bottom lip, the heat of the kiss seemingly warming up the entire room that had been filled with the chill of the autumn night breeze. your arms move to rest on his shoulders, as he effortlessly pulls you into his lap, his hands resting on the small of your back. it’s only when you need to take a steadying breath of air that he breaks the kiss.

“all better,” he winks, the ramen having gone cold, utterly forgotten, as the night peacefully went on.

༊*·˚ NANAMI KENTO

“i knew i should have brought an umbrella,” nanami kento sheepishly rubs the back of his head.

“i’m sorry,” his shoulders slump when a low rumble of a thunderclap suddenly goes off, lightning illuminating the sky in a brilliant glow. the date had gone so well — you visited the best art galleries in tokyo, even saw a performance at one of those cozy hidden gem jazz clubs — kento had thought that his luck would hold out ‘till you got home.

but the universe seems to have decided otherwise. now, here you were taking shelter, stranded under the fiberglass roof of a deserted bus stop’s waiting shed. “kento,” your gentle voice quells the dread in his chest, chipping away at the block of anxiety forming in his throat. “it’s okay,” you scoot over, patting the spot next to you, silently telling him to sit down.

reluctantly, he takes a seat, keeping himself at a reasonable distance from you, thinking that you would, at the very least, be upset at him for this slight mishap. “sorry,” he repeats the apology like a broken record, and a compassionate smile forms on your lips.

you slowly scoot on over next to him, closing the gap between the two of you, your pinky finger reaching for his own, as if you were asking for permission. kento notices the gesture instantly, and takes your hand in his, his thumb rubbing your knuckles comfortingly. “…today was fun, kento,” you tell him, a genuine grin on your face, “seriously. what’s a little rain?”

a burden seems to have been lifted from his shoulders. kento nanami was not a man who put much value into love, with how dangerous his profession is, fighting the lurking malevolence hiding in the world’s darkest shadows, he didn’t have time for the childishness of falling in and out of love. it was inconvenient, and troublesome.

at least, that’s what he used to believe before you came crashing into his life and touched the heartstrings he has long resigned to keep under lock and key with your delicate hands.

he silently takes off his overcoat then to wrap it around your shoulders like the gentleman he was (he wasn’t about to let the love of his life get drenched in the rain), resisting the urge to grin when he sees just how small you look in it. the next few minutes pass by in absolute silence, the sound of your breaths being the only conceivable sound for a long while.

“…i’m glad you had fun,” he looks up at the stormy sky again. “i did, too.”

“next time, let’s be sure to check the weather forecast ahead of time,” you giggle. he joins your laughter, bringing your hand to his lips, his warm breath tickling your skin, as he lets his lips touch your flesh in a quintessentially classic affectionate kiss on the back of your hand like they do in those vintage hollywood movies. he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “i know how much you hate the rain.”

“…i think i can make an exception,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

the decibels of his tenor fight against the loud pitter patter of raindrops crash landing on the fiberglass roof of the waiting shed. but you hear his lyrical confession of love anyway, with your heart’s ear perhaps.

“i have the sun with me all the time, anyway,” kento says, planting a soft kiss on your forehead as the rain washes the remnants of his old world away.

#⚘—eiwrites #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x y/n #geto suguru x you #geto x you #geto x reader #geto x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento x you #jjk fluff #gojo fluff #geto fluff #nanami fluff #geto suguru #gojo satoru #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen

[ijustthinkhesneat]

I feel compelled to expand upon the previous fae/folklore! Batboys headcanons:

-Bruce is just a straight up normal human. I think this provides a great opportunity for angst because unlike his immortal? children Bruce does age and it terrifies them. And Bruce is young he’s in his early 30s but like his knees will crack a little or his back is slightly stiff after a bad patrol and it just sends them into a spiral because they cannot fathom their dad not being around forever. I can definitely imagine them trying to strong arm Bruce into becoming some flavor of unaging. You could go super dark or just more generally emotional angst but damn the possibilities.

-Cass is giving me shadow person. Very cryptid of her. I’m not sure that I have a clear backstory for her worked out yet. Either magic gone wrong or she’s another flavor of undead like Jason and Tim. I like to imagine she just hovers over people at night to be creepy.

-Originally I wanted to say Duke was a Will-o-the-wisp. But I’m not really sure it fits, especially since he’s primarily active during the day. Then it hit me. Mothman. My lamplight boy is a moth creature. I like the idea of him hiding his little antenna under a beany and wearing sunglasses. The wings would be difficult. But my boy is creative.

- I think Steph and Barbara are also human like Bruce they just are extra bad ass.

-Coming back to life as a magical creature warps peoples memories and emotions from both the trauma and changing into something not human. Tim is significantly less effected than Jason, at least outwardly, because he was only a toddler when he died so he didn’t have many memories or experiences to draw from, but Jason was super volatile. His memories surrounding Willis became even more dark while his memories of his mother sort of glossed over her absentee parenting and drug use. Jason can’t help but struggle with associating the negative learned experience he had with his first paternal figure with Bruce. Jason ends up going to live with Talia for a while because he doesn’t want to feel that way about his dad anymore.

-Basically I think Jason, at least mentally, is the most human of Bruce’s kids besides Damian because he actually lived a life as a human, where as Tim changed so young that he doesn’t really know how to be anything but his extremely disturbing self.

-I think Gotham just has major ‘I do not see it’ energy. Like The Batfamily? Demons from hell. The Wayne’s? Hot neurodivergent people. Did you see Dick Grayson unhinge his jaw like a fucking snake at a gala? No you didn’t he just has a really big smile. Jason Todd??? Has scales??? Nope actually he just developed early onset Eczema and he’s really self conscious about it how dare you! Tim Drake sucking the blood of the himbo blonde boy? Everyone knows Tim and Bernard are total freaks. Cassandra Cain is your sleep paralysis demon? Honestly fair.

-It’s totally a coincidence that strange misfortune befalls anyone who threatens the Wayne’s!

-Clark is Bruce’s favorite man to sleep on so he gets a pass. I don’t know why but a midwestern spin on the story of princess kaguya lives in my head rent free. Like Martha Kent is just shucking corn and then boom baby in the corn. We call that children of the corn. I still love to imagine him being like so perfect that it’s high key alien, but his little sharp nails and fangies! Maybe even slightly pointy ears. And like Clark fully thinks he is human, like his parents don’t tell him humans can’t fly until he’s in kindergarten, and even then they just tell him he is special and learned super fast and shouldn’t embarrass the other kids and Clark is such a Good BoyTM that he just never uses his powers in public cause he doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. Like bro doesn’t learn he is adopted until he is about to go to college, he is just straight up clueless.

-Clark learns Dick is a Fae creature when Batman brings Robin to the Watchtower cause he couldn’t get a baby sitter and Alfred doing some spooky shit like dusting the mausoleum. Like Batman just slinking around but there is this super colorful child with him. And then Dick turns and smiles and it’s just so wrong, like his mouth just stretching his face like some horror movie shit. Clark almost shots himself cause like what the fuck. Bruce told Dick to just ‘be himself’ so like he just thinks he’s being friendly. Despite being creepy as all hell Clark kinda thinks Dick is super adorable. Like was he spider crawling around the floor with all his limbs bent the wrong way while Bruce and Clark were talking? Yeah but then he just tugged on Bruce’s cape to ask for a juice box, like that’s a baby.

-Jason freaked him out in a different way. Since Jason is undead he doesn’t have a heartbeat and doesn’t need to breath so when he isn’t moving he makes literally zero noise. When he first met Clark he was just watching him from around corners and behind stair banisters and Clark was convinced he was losing his mind and hallucinating the kid from the Grudge. Then Bruce is just like “Oh you met Jason! He’s so sweet, just a little shy. He’s my second oldest! I think he likes you though.” And then a little grey blue slightly webbed hand just reaches around the corner to give a little wave and boom Clark would kill for him.

-Tim is similar in that Clark has trouble pinpointing his location because of a lack of normal bodily functions, but Tim has no idea what a boundary is. So like at first he’s a shy little toddler and then that night he’s crawling all over Clark and pranking him nonstop.

-Damian is a baby but like Clark looked in his eyes and just felt like this infant could see his past present and future and was judging him heavily. Clark was relieved cause at least he had a heartbeat.

-Cass lives to fuck with Clark. She’s Jason’s age but not only has no heartbeat and doesn’t breath, when she is in shadow form he can’t see her with X-ray vision. She can literally make herself undetectable to Superman. He learns this one night sleeping in a guest room at the manor. He gets the feeling he is being watched but can’t find anyone. Then right when he relaxes her arm shoots out from the darkness under his bed and grabs his leg. Clark screams so loud it cracks the window. And then just nearly silent muffled laughter as the arm retreats into the darkness. He X-Ray visions but nothing is there. He demands to stay in Bruce’s room after that. Bruce is just like “Oh that was just Cass. She likes playing practical jokes, she is my little princess!”

#batfam #bruce wayne #jason todd #batman #dick grayson #damian wayne #dc batman #tim drake #red hood #nightwing #red robin #robin #fae!dick #Fae!batfam #Folklore!batfam #freaks all of them #but like hot freaks

[nova-amor]

༘☁︎⋆ ◜ 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ◞

it had been weeks since you had a moment alone with your husband, rarely ever seeing each other due to your conflicting schedules. even while living in the same apartment, your schedule and miguel's often overlapped, preventing either of you from at least acknowledging each other's presence in between missions.

one evening though, whether it be by fate or the divine intervention of miguel's artificial intelligence assistant, L.Y.L.A., the two of you were finally able to catch up during a much-needed date night. the date night had gone swimmingly with your evening starting at your favorite latin restaurant for a nice dinner before ending with the two of you back at home— a bottle or two of your favorite red wine split between you.

you were tangled up in miguel's arms, held tightly against his bare chiseled chest, his skin warm and soft beneath your fingertips. his lips had captured yours in a mind-dizzying kiss, tongues sliding and swirling around one another as he fondled the underside of your ass cheeks. you could taste the wine on his lips, intoxicated by the flavor of the wine and his familiar taste. one of his hands trailed beneath your blouse, your back arching into a crescent as he traced the length of your spine.

"let's take this off," miguel murmured against your lips, slipping the shirt off of you. the cold air nipped at your exposed skin, nipples hardening from both the cold and his attentive touch as miguel unclasped your bra. "my god, you're gorgeous... i'll never get tired of seeing you like this, mi amor."

his scarlet eyes were glazed with a layer of lust and devotion, large hands pawing at your breasts, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers as his warm breath fanned over your lips. you rolled your hips atop miguel's, your skirt bunched up to your waist, the crotch of your panties soaked thoroughly with arousal. your cunt rubbed against miguel's erection through the layers of fabric between you.

"cariño," miguel purred, his lips latched to the hinge of your jaw, strong hands grasping at your hips in an attempt to aid your languid movement. "i missed you so much, you have no idea."

your hips began to stutter above him, the tent in miguel's pants catching onto the hood of your clit, the pleasurable sensation making your toes curl with each roll of your hips. "miguel," you purred, fingers laced into his thick, inky hair while your other hand found purchase atop his muscular shoulder. "missed you more... thought of you every day... needed you so bad, miggy."

"what do you need, cariño? dime, quiero escucharlo." miguel whispered, his voice low, thick, and sultry. he leaned his head back to rest against the cushions of the couch, shifting the dominating reins to you, allowing you to take control over the next sequences of events.

"need you, miggy," you cooed, combing the fringe of his hair back. miguel smirked up at you, a wet spot forming on the front of his pants from your arousal and his leaking pre-cum. "needed your kisses... needed t' feel your hands all over me... needed t' feel your cock stretch me out."

"mierda, cariño, such a dirty little mouth," miguel hissed through his teeth, fangs poking at his plump bottom lip. he loved it whenever you expressed your desires, the filthy words rolling off your tongue like drops of honey. "why don't you show me how much you've missed me, huh? wanna feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock."

with a teasing smirk, you slipped down miguel's lap, kneeling between his thighs. your hands massaged his inner thighs as the hiss of his zipper filled the air, his hips bucking up momentarily to shuffle his pants down, his boxer briefs following close by. you licked your lips, watching in anticipation as he peeled back the elastic band of his underwear.

"you're so beautiful... missed your cock so much," you praised, eyes locked on the sight of his erect cock. the cinnamon-colored head glistened with thick sheens of pre-cum, the veins of his cock throbbing in the soft palm of your hand, your fingers barely able to curl around his width. "might need you t' retrain my throat, miggy, 's been too long,"

miguel chuckled, watching with greedy eyes as your lips wrapped around the head of his cock— cheeks hollowing as you sucked hard, the tip of your tongue lapping at the oozing slit, hands squeezing and pumping at the inches you couldn't reach.

"don't worry about that, cariño," miguel placed his hand on the top of your head, guiding your head down, easing into your mouth centimeter by centimeter until your throat was constricting and gagging around him. tears brimmed at the edges of your eyes, head bobbing up and down his length with his guidance, your jaw and throat straining to accommodate him. "well, would you look at that... ya didn't need a reminder after all, huh?"

#❄️.smut #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv fanfiction #atsv miguel o’hara #atsv smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel x reader #spiderman smut #spiderman 2099 #x female reader #banners @/saradika #banners @/cafekitsune

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Warm welcome

PAIRING | Fiancé!Tony Stark x Fiancée!Civilian!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 5.6K

SUMMARY | It promises to be a beautiful night at home with your cat and a rom-com playing on the television when you're surprised by your fiancé, Tony. What was supposed to be a three-week mission turned into a two-week one and a surprise welcome, which you're very grateful for.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, use of nicknames (Honey Bun, Gorgeous, Baby), referenced pregnancy, referenced childbirth (non-descriptive)

SMUT | D/S undertones, teasing, dirty talk, praise, dry humping, cockwarming, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting, cream pie, multiple orgasms, aftercare

A/N | This wonderful, fluffy, and sweet idea has been given to me by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1, for which I cannot thank you enough! Your love and support mean so much to me; this fic wouldn't have existed without your help and encouragement! I'm deeply grateful to call you my bestie and I love you 💜

EVENTS Masterlist | @fluffbruary Fluffbruary '24 | Evening Masterlist | @sweetspicybingo Sweethearts | Honey Bun Masterlist | @fandombingo | Showering together

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: Source

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist

It promises to be a beautiful evening as you're in the kitchen, preparing dinner for yourself and your black cat, Shadow. He's seated on the counter, where he can observe your every move without being in the way while simultaneously being close to you. The vegetables you have cut for your pasta are being slid into a pan, and when you suddenly hear the lock of your front door turn, you're immediately on high alert.

Of course, your apartment is expertly secured thanks to your fiancé, Tony, as he wouldn't dare to let anything happen to you or Shadow when he's not there to protect you. Despite this, you walk carefully to the door with your large chef's knife, ready to defend yourself against the person entering your house.

"Are you sure you want to welcome me home with that?" Tony says with a smile from ear to ear as he sees you, and a warm feeling spreads through your chest and stomach, the butterflies going crazy at the sight of his messy hair and dirt all over his face and arms. He decided to come right home to you, wanting not to be away from you any longer than necessary.

Before greeting him properly, you put the knife down, not wanting to accidentally hurt him in the process of welcoming him home. He's waiting for you with open arms and a big smile, and you happily let yourself melt into his touch when you feel his warmth, those same strong arms keeping you safe. Your cheek pressed against his chest calms you as you listen to his heartbeat as well as the soft hum of the arc reactor.

"I thought you were supposed to be gone for another week," you ask Tony as you quirk a brow, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. He closes the gap between you two first, unable to resist the shiny gloss on your lips with the familiar flavor of vanilla he loves. It tastes like you, and you're never able to say no to him kissing you.

"The mission was over sooner than anticipated, and I couldn't resist being away from my Honey Bun any longer than necessary," he tells you with a wink, and you giggle at the thought of him calling you that. He always comes up with the most silly nicknames for you, each making you smile more widely than the last.

"I love you, Tony, and welcome home." With those words, you pull him into another kiss, your lips gliding together effortlessly before you feel his tongue sliding over your lip, wanting to taste even more of you. His tongue glides together with yours effortlessly, the dance they do together making you feel the butterflies in your stomach go wild until you pull away, giving one more small peck before you pull him into a tight embrace.

When you finally manage to peel yourself away from his hold, Tony takes a shower while you prepare dinner for the two of you. The music playing in the background as you feel like floating through the kitchen has you dancing and singing non-stop, entirely in your element.

The moment you have to stop to drain the pasta, you feel a pair of strong hands on your hips, Tony pulling you flush against his chest as his lips find the sensitive spot beneath your ear, making you moan softly. The sound is like music to his ears, and he grabs you just a little tighter as he doesn't want to let you go just yet.

"I love it when you make these sweet sounds for me, Gorgeous," Tony tells you in his deep, gravelly voice, and goosebumps erupt all over your neck, leaving you wanting more. Your thighs clench together around nothing, and all you desire is to be bent over the counter by him as he fucks you into oblivion.

"How about you finish dinner, and after, we can celebrate me coming home from yet another successful mission, hm?" Tony offers, and even though you're slightly disappointed, you're looking forward to how he will pull you apart and put you back together later. He always tells you you're his favorite dessert, after all.

It doesn't take long for you and Tony to enjoy dinner while Shadow is enjoying his own in the corner of the dining room. Ever since he was a kitten, you have gotten him into the habit of eating at the exact times you do, giving both yourself and him a steady routine. A comfortable silence has fallen over the two of you as he looks at you with pure love, and that's when you remember something important you want to tell him.

"I want to tell you something, Love, but I have to grab something from the bedroom. I was supposed to give it to you next week, but since you're home already, I would love to show you now," your voice filled with giddiness to tell him your little secret. The chuckle Tony lets out at the sight of your enthusiasm warms you from the inside out and makes you even more impatient.

In the drawer, your nightstand, lies a light blue envelope with a few unique photos you haven't been able to stop staring at since you got them. Now you'll be sharing your secret with the man you love, the man you said yes to marriage to not too long ago, and now your family will be expanding with the addition of a baby.

"Are you ready to see what I got you?" your excitement is clearly audible in the way your voice always pitches up when you're excited. You can see Tony smile widely as you patter back into the kitchen, your footsteps softened by the soft, fuzzy socks you're wearing. It's moments like these that he wonders how he got so lucky to have fallen in love with you, and you're also wondering the same thing about him every day.

"I've never been more ready for anything, Gorgeous," he tells you before scooting back his chair and allowing you to sit on his lap. Your feet are dangling on one side of his legs, your legs too short to touch the floor. Before you give Tony the envelope, you give a peck on his lips, unable to stay away from them any longer.

"Here you go; I hope you will enjoy it!"

You watch Tony open the envelope, his long fingers careful not to rip its contents as soon as he pulls out the photos your sonographer in the hospital made a week ago. You will officially be pregnant for two months in one week - the day Tony was supposed to come home. You're not showing yet, but you're already looking forward to the day that will be the case.

You look up at Tony, who can't stop staring at the ultrasounds in his hand, your baby visible on the paper. Tears are gathering in his eyes, and you wipe them away before pulling him close, basking in the excitement you share. No words are exchanged between you, but the happiness radiates off you both as you look at the little human growing inside you.

"I'm two months pregnant next week," you whisper as you intertwine your fingers with his. His deep, dark brown eyes look into yours with such a deep love and adoration that he's never experienced. He never envisioned himself having a wife to share his life with - let alone a little one running around to make your little family complete.

"I can't believe I'm going to be a Dad, Gorgeous. First, the universe granted me the most beautiful woman in the world as I met you and Shadow, and when I asked you to marry me, I thought my life was already complete. But now that we're having a baby, I know all these thoughts were false because our life won't be complete until our miracle is here," Tony tells you as the tears keep streaming down his cheeks.

Your hands are cupping his face as you lean in to kiss him gently but so full of love and passion, and your tears are mixing with his as you smile against his lips. Tony's right; your life was amazing before, but it will be perfect once your baby is home, making your family complete. You're already anticipating that day, but you'll have to wait seven more months for that to happen. But with Tony, these seven months will fly by in no time.

That same evening, you're sitting on the couch with Tony, and you can't help but think about the moment your baby was conceived. With Tony being away for missions on the regular, it's easy to pinpoint when it happened, and you couldn't help but recreate that evening again, wanting to be as close to him as you can be.

Your arms are wrapped around his neck, your hand scratching gently through his hair as his warm ones glide over your bare back. Your blouse and bra have already met their demise under Tony's hands, your chest pressed against his bare one, too. You only hear the soft giggles and moans leaving both your bodies, the steady combination of your heartbeats, and the soft hum of the arc reactor in Tony's chest.

Tony's hands make their way down to your hips, where he grips gently, guiding your hips over his crotch to give you both the friction you're so desperately seeking. The arousal that has dampened your panties is only growing as your kisses start growing more desperate, the taste and feel of Tony making you feel drunk on him.

"God, you don't know half of what you do to me, Gorgeous, you make me so crazy with this beautiful body of yours," Tony whispers against your ear, the warmth of his breath gliding past the shell giving you goosebumps, and you feel your nipples pebbling too at the sound of his voice.

Before he can do anything else, you let your lips glide over his cheek as you litter it with small, gentle kisses before reaching his ear and nibbling his earlobe carefully. It's one of the most sensitive spots on his body, together with his arc reactor.

"Need you inside me, want you to feel me stretching around you, splitting me open with that delicious, thick, monster cock of yours," you whisper as your smile grows, Tony's breath hitching as you mention his now rock-hard length. It doesn't take long for you both to be completely bare as you're straddled on Tony's lap again, leaning back to admire his beauty for a moment after he's slid into you to the hilt.

Your soft hands, slender fingers, and long nails slide over his chest and abdomen, teasing him by tickling his sides softly, raking your nails over his nipples, and letting your fingertips run carefully over the sensitive skin around the arc reactor. His breath hitches slightly as your fingers make contact with the skin, but he trusts you with his life, allowing you to touch him in the most intimate ways.

As you look up at him, you can see his eyes are closed as he's basking in the pleasure you're giving him, his cock throbbing where it's nestled deep inside your warmth. His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth, and you lean forward, your hard nipples brushing against his chest, making him moan softly at the touch.

"Hmm, I thought I was the only one allowed to bite this beautiful lip of yours, Love," you tell Tony sensually, your thumb pulling it from its hold before you enclose your lips around it, your teeth digging carefully into the flesh, pulling a much needier moan from Tony, his hips bucking up against yours, the friction making you moan, too.

As you lean back again, you take your time to admire the red flush covering Tony's chest all the way onto his face, a dopey grin lying on his mouth as his hands roam over your sides and hips with a feather-light touch that has your mind going into overdrive when you look into his eyes, too. The black of his pupils has replaced the usual dark brown of his irises, and lust is visible in them, making you clench around him involuntarily.

A growl escapes from Tony's chest as he takes back the control he gave you earlier, and with a shriek, you're flipped onto the couch, your back hitting the fabric while Tony didn't slip out of you for even a split second. He dips down to nuzzle his face into your neck as he sets a relentless pace, your legs wrapped tightly around him as your nails dig into his back, leaving red marks all over.

"God, you're such a little fucking tease, you know that? Teasing me like that with these beautiful tits of yours and your soft touches, your sweet words, and your delicious pussy," Tony groans as he pulls out almost the entire way before plunging back in with force, hitting your sweet spot while you scream for him, your rolling back into your head from the pleasure.

"Can feel you squeezing around me, Baby. Are you close? Yeah? You want to cum around my cock?" he asks you, and you squeeze out a 'yes' between the endless moans, your back arching into him as you can feel it build while Tony keeps rutting into you at the same pace.

"Fucking cum for me! Cum on this cock, 's just for you, Baby, cum and I'll fill you up again like my good girl deserves," he tells you with a broad grin, and all you can do is scream his name when you fall apart; the edges of your vision going white are your juices squirt out of you with a force you've never felt before.

The pace Tony has set is unrelenting as he works himself to his orgasm. With the way he keeps hitting the special spot inside you, he has you cumming again within no time. The way you're squeezing your walls is his undoing as he spills every last drop of his cum deep inside your pussy before collapsing to the side, careful not to crush you underneath him.

Tony has found your hand as he interlaces his fingers with yours, and you smile up at him, your eyes half-lidded as you're coming down from your high.

"If I wasn't already pregnant, I'm pretty certain that would've done the trick," you tell Tony with a breathy voice, and a deep, rumbling laugh escapes from his chest before he pulls you to him, your leg falling over his, and your head lying on his chest as you listen to his heartbeat. The two of you stay like that for a little while, Tony's hand rubbing your back soothingly while his other is still laced with yours, enjoying each other's closeness.

"Shall we take a shower together? After that, we can maybe watch a movie in bed as I feed you some of the strawberries you love so much," Tony offers, and you nod. Once you're in the shower, he's taking his sweet time to wash your entire body, not a single inch left untouched by the loofah.

When you're both done with the shower, he wants to stay just a little longer, enjoying your naked body as he's standing behind you with his chest against your back and his large hands splayed on your belly with yours on top of them. He lets out a deep sigh as he melts into your touch, nothing but the love shared between you two under the warmth of the water coming from the shower.

"I remember you mentioned something about a movie and some strawberries earlier..." you tell Tony as you turn around and give a peck on his nose. The laugh coming from him has the butterflies in your stomach going crazy again.

"You're right, Gorgeous," Tony whispers in your ear, and he turns off the shower. You allow him to dry you off entirely before you put on a clean pair of panties and one of his shirts, making you look incredibly sexy in Tony's eyes. He's dressed in nothing but a pair of tight sweatpants that show off his bulge deliciously.

While Tony is grabbing the strawberries and two bottles of water, you're getting comfortable under the bed's covers, ready to pick out a movie to watch. It doesn't take long for him to return with a big bowl of the red fruit, two bottles of cold water, and Shadow perched onto his shoulder, and you can't help but giggle at the sight.

The rest of the evening is spent cuddling, laughing, and feeding each other the strawberries, each being an absolute explosion on your tongue of the sweetness between the soft kisses you're sharing. That night, you're both sleeping like logs, and you couldn't have expected a better way to celebrate your pregnancy together.

Today's the day you'll tell the Avengers that you and Tony are expecting a baby, and you want to wait until the gender is revealed to you both before you tell them. Last week, you and Tony learned from the sonographer that the baby is a healthy, big boy growing rapidly, likely already taking after his Dad.

You're seated on the bed in the new maternity outfit that Tony surprised you with, but since your son is already getting big, you have given up on tying your shoelaces a while ago, instead letting Tony do it for you. When he's done, he kisses your leg softly before getting up and helping you stand, pulling you into a careful embrace you're allowing yourself to melt into.

"I love you so much, Tony, and I am so grateful for everything you do for me during the pregnancy," you tell him as you stand on your tiptoes, capturing his lips with yours, his large hands rubbing your back just as you like.

"No need to thank me, Gorgeous; there's nothing I wouldn't do for you and our amazing son," he says before initiating another kiss, which is interrupted as his phone rings. With a sigh, he pulls away before grabbing it, and as soon as he sees the caller ID, he throws it on the bed, not wanting to be interrupted during the moment you are having.

"Don't you need to get that?" you ask with a quirked brow, but he shakes his head with a smile.

"No, Gorgeous, because there's nothing more important than the two people I love more than anything in this world, and today is all about the two of you," he tells you, and you feel the warmth spreading through your veins. You got lucky with Tony, and thank your lucky stars for it every day.

In the Avengers Compound, Pepper has been tasked with setting up a meeting for all the Avengers, though Tony still needs to notify her what it would be about, just that everyone must attend. As you're on your way to the meeting, you can feel the nerves inside your body growing. It must also be evident to Tony as he puts his hand on your thigh to calm you down, squeezing gently to ground you.

"It's okay, Gorgeous, if you want to, we can turn around and go home; you don't have to do this today," he tells you, and even though the thought shoots through your head for a moment, you shake your head no. It's not that you're nervous to see the Avengers or their reactions, but they'll be the first people to know outside your direct circle of family and friends, which will only make it more real.

"No, I want to go; I want to tell them about our little miracle," with those words, Tony keeps driving, even arriving earlier than expected. During the ride, he switched the music from the radio to your favorite band, and within no time, your nerves were nowhere to be found, and both you and Tony were singing along loudly, making you feel better as you looked over at him, only to see him looking at you at the same time.

The two of you erupt into laughter that has you doubling over and tears running down your cheeks. It's moments like these when you're very grateful to have someone so loving yet simultaneously silly in your life, and you're happy to be able to share them with the man you fell in love with all these years ago.

"I love you so much," you tell Tony as you've calmed down and checked your make-up, which still looks good despite earlier tears. To be sure, you'll do another touch-up when you're at the Compound, needing to stop for a pee anyway. Being pregnant is all fun and games until your son is pressing on your bladder, making you run for the nearest toilet.

As soon as Tony has parked the car, he's running around it, ready to open the passenger door for you. You haven't opened a single door in years as long as you and Tony are anywhere together, despite telling him countless times you're perfectly capable of doing something as simple as opening a door. His response of telling you that a queen doesn't have to do anything but be doted on has you feeling loved every time, and by now, you don't even attempt to open them anymore.

"Is it okay if I go to the toilet first? This little guy has been pressing on my bladder for a while, and it's getting urgent," you tell Tony. He nods before leaning in for a kiss and sending you on your way to the bathroom with a swat to your butt, which has you giggling a little as you look back—the wink Tony gave you set your insides on fire, and you biting your lip.

As you're in the bathroom, ready to touch up your make-up, the door swings open, and in walks the Black Widow herself: Natasha Romanoff. Since Tony introduced you to the Avengers, you and she hit it off, and you consider her quite a good friend. Out of all the Avengers, she's the only one who knows about your son already, though she never told anyone, for which you're very grateful.

"How's my favorite baby mama doing today? It's really good seeing you here today!" she asks, and you feel like you're glowing from the inside out.

"I'm doing amazing, Nat, and today we're finally telling everyone about our baby! But I'm going to keep the gender a secret for a little longer since we'll reveal that during the meeting Pepper scheduled for you all," you tell her, and she can't stop smiling at you, knowing she will be your son's Auntie Nat in just a few months.

"Good, I've been dying to know who your little Malysh will look like!" she says, pride practically dripping off her as she pulls you in for a hug, and you let yourself melt into her embrace for a bit, realizing you needed it more than you thought you did. When you finally pull away, it's almost time for the meeting, and you and Natasha go up to the room together, though Tony has given you instructions to wait outside for now, as he wants it to surprise everyone.

Natasha has found her seat, and Tony walked over to the door, ready to let you in at any moment now, showing everyone what you've been up to for the past five months.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have asked Pepper to schedule today's meeting with you because I have some important news to share. Starting today, I will officially scale back my duties as Iron Man - I know, I know, I'm sad about it too!" you hear Tony joke, and the rumble of laughter floats through the room while you can't hide your chuckles either.

"But there's a good reason for that, and to tell you all about the reason why, I have invited my beautiful wife-to-be to join us during our meeting. As you have seen, she isn't in the room with us yet, but that's because we both want to show you together," Tony tells them cryptically before swinging open the door and extending his hand for you to grab. As you place yours in his large hand, he brings it to his mouth, placing a soft kiss before standing behind you and leading you into the room.

You look back at Tony one last time, and he gives you a reassuring wink as you place your hands on your growing belly, wanting to protect it from the outside world. Tony's hands are lying on your shoulders, so you know he's close to you as you officially step into the room, showing everyone why Tony will be stepping back from being Iron Man.

"Hi, everyone!" you say excitedly, and there are many reactions, from loud whistles to applause to cheering, as they see your round belly. Their response is even more impressive than you could have thought. Tony pulls you with your back against his chest, wanting to bask in the happiness of this moment together. You'll be proud parents, and none of the Avengers would ever imagine him getting married, let alone having a child.

"Do you know the gender of the baby too?" Steve asks with a big smile, and you nod.

"We're going to have a boy! His name will be Edward Colton Stark, named after his amazing Daddy," you tell everyone before turning your head to give Tony a soft kiss on his lips; what he does next surprises you in the best way possible, though.

Instead of leaning in for a kiss, he twists you in a way that has you bending over backward with your arms around his neck, held up by Tony, one of your feet flying in the air as he dips you and captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss in front of everyone. Usually, you're not big fans of PDA like this, but right now, it couldn't be more perfect, and you're feeling like you're floating again in the way only Tony knows how.

Your pregnancy goes by surprisingly fast, and you're enjoying life with your son still growing inside your belly. As soon as he's brought into the world, you know things will change quickly, and you're both excited and a little scared about it. However, with someone like Tony by your side, you can be sure nothing bad will happen to either of you.

Right now, you're lying in bed with Tony between your spread legs, and Shadow is curled onto the foot of the bed, happily purring away. Your head is lying on your pillow, your eyes closed as you listen to Tony talk to Edward, telling him about anything he can think of. From what you had for dinner that day to what he's been working on, and from his missions to how astonishing his Mommy is, everything passes the revue during his nightly talks with his son.

"You know, we're both fortunate to have your Mommy," Tony says, and you feel Edward kicking in a response, making you chuckle.

"I believe he agrees with you, Love."

"Yeah? Well, it's true! She's the strongest, most caring, and, on top of it all, the most beautiful woman I've ever met, Edward. You've been growing in her belly for almost eight months now, but that doesn't stop her from working hard to provide the best life for you, from painting your nursery to going to the store to pick out all the outfits you're going to wear, she does it all without ever complaining."

His hands rub softly over the sides of your belly, slowly lulling you to sleep as he continues talking to your son, making your heart melt. You will never get enough of these nightly talks; you've even had some recorded moments when Tony isn't there to talk to your belly. It soothes Edward and helps you bridge the gaps between Tony being gone and when he's home again, making his missions more bearable.

A little over a month later, it's finally time to welcome your baby into the world and meet the boy growing inside your belly for the past nine months. The labor goes smoothly, and 12 hours from the start of your contractions, you're holding your son in your arms. He has a healthy set of lungs, as he immediately cried loudly when he was born, much to your and Tony's relief.

During the entire time you were in labor, he has been by your side, not leaving for even a second during the moment you needed him most. From giving you sweet, supporting words to tending to your every need, he did everything he could, wanting to be there for you the best way he knew.

"Hi, Edward, I'm your Mommy!" you tell him as he's placed on your chest, and all the necessary tests and cleaning are now done. You have taken your hospital gown off, needing some skin-to-skin contact with him as you're holding him for the first time. Tony is sitting on the bed with you, looking at his little face as he's fighting against the tears.

"He's beautiful," the breaking of Tony's voice ringing through your ears as you shut your eyes, your tears flowing too.

"He looks like you, look, he has your nose, and the nurse told me he has dark brown eyes too, just like you," you tell Tony with a big smile, which he happily reciprocates. He kisses you on your head as a very comfortable silence falls over the three of you. You're now officially a family of four, and it is even more amazing than you could have imagined.

The following day, you're allowed to take Edward home and dress him in the cutest newborn outfit. It fits him perfectly, and you can't resist sharing this moment with Tony as you call him over.

"Look at him, Tony, isn't he adorable?" you ask as he stands behind you, his chest flush against your back, his hands on your biceps as he looks at his amazing son. Where he once wouldn't have had a second thought about having children, he now lives the life he never thought he ever deserved.

"He's just as adorable as you are, Gorgeous," Tony whispers in your ear, and you can't help but smile. Each day, you fall in love with him more and more, even though you didn't think that would ever be possible. He dares to prove you wrong about that every single day, though, and you wouldn't change it for the world.

"Let's go home and introduce him to his big brother; I think Shadow will be excited to see Edward," you tell Tony, who agrees, and three hours later, you're setting foot in your apartment with Edward in his carrier, Tony right behind you as he closes the door. As you suspected, Shadow comes running to the three of you immediately before he goes to investigate the little human you brought home.

"It's your little brother, Edward! Isn't that exciting?" Tony tells Shadow as he crouches down. The gentleness Shadow displays towards Edward has your heart melting, and that's when it's confirmed for you that he is indeed the best big brother he could ever be. As they grow older, they'll be best friends, and you can't wait to see them bond.

Life with a newborn in the house is exhausting, as you and Tony have noticed, but there's one thing that seemed to calm down Edward easier than any pacifier or position to hold him ever could: the hum of Tony's arc reactor. It's a soft, steady sound that's barely noticeable until you're close to it, and together with Tony's heartbeat, it manages to calm down your son effortlessly each time.

This time is no different, though you didn't notice it at first. You had been catching up on some much-needed sleep when Edward started to cry, and Tony was there to help him calm down, so you didn't have to have your sleep disturbed; he knows how much you need it.

"C'mere, Big Boy, you're okay; Daddy's here," Tony shushes his son as he takes off his shirt before picking up Edward and holding him close to his chest, his cries fading immediately until they're gone, and Tony smiles down at him as he sits down in the rocking chair.

"That's better, huh? Mommy needs her sleep, too, just like you! She is so good at taking care of you that it also makes her tired, so she takes naps, too. But you're really lucky to have her as your Mommy; she's amazing with you," Tony tells him as he's slowly rocking back and forth, not noticing you've gotten up too, listening to him talk as you're standing in the doorway.

Shadow is in your arms as you listen to Tony, a smile adorning your face as you look at the sight before you. Slowly but surely, the realization sinks in that you're the luckiest woman on earth, and you've found the best man who could ever be by your side. He's your better half, soulmate, and the man you want to grow old with. And you can't stop yourself from telling him exactly that.

"I think he's lucky to have you as a Daddy because without you, we wouldn't have been here right now, and I wouldn't be growing old with the love of my life. I love you, Tony, and I know Edward does too," you tell him, and Tony nods in response before looking up at you.

"I love you too, Gorgeous, and thank you for giving me the life I never thought I'd deserve after everything I've done in my life."

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[arliedraws]

Whatever the Cost (AO3)

Summary: Sirius Black did not die during the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. He has been held prisoner and faces the cost of remaining loyal to those he loves. Meanwhile, Harry has mourned his godfather for nearly a year until he receives a warning that his godfather still lives and he’d better hurry up and find him before Sirius is gone for good.

Haha, I haven’t written whump like this since uhhhhhh college? I feel very normal about this. Again, not the flavor I usually cook with, but I guess enjoy? I think it’ll be around three chapters total. Some warnings—it’s got old fashioned torture, some stabbing, y’know, more psychological than anything, but I don’t think I’m as imaginative as Bellatrix Lestrange…

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“It’s very easy, Sirius,” Bellatrix purred. She pulled his limp body into her lap and propped his lolling head back against her shoulder so he could feel the hot breath in his ear. “You don’t even need to apologize. Don’t you want the pain to stop?”

Sirius could not have spoken even if he wanted to.

“He doesn’t trust you, Sirius,” she said. Sirius sank into the warmth of her body. “He thinks you’re weak. Poor little Harry thinks you need to be rescued. Isn’t this all his fault? If only he could see you for who you really are. Look at you—so defiant, so strong. Auntie Wally was so proud of you…”

#my fics #sirius black #harry potter #bellatrix lestrange

[jakescaravel]

Lavender Shampoo

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 4,328

Warnings: Penetrative sex, oral sex: male and female receiving, fingering, cuddly sweet jake (I don’t think there’s really anything else this is very tame and very fluffy domestic sex)

Summary: Sweet domestic sex with lots of snuggles after <3

His sheets feel soft against your face. His pillow, smelling just like him, cradles your head and his blanket covers you, tucking you away into a world so perfect you wish to never leave. Nothing has ever felt as comfortable as his room. His posters on the walls of all his favorite bands, his desk covered in trinkets and papers, his leather bound notebook filled with a million unwritten songs and his drawings. They’re mostly of you, and the rest are flowers and trees and forests.

His big window looks out to the woods. The white curtains let a slight bit of light in, casting the room in an early morning glow, the kind where you can see the dust bunnies dancing in the air. And of course his guitars, propped up next to his closet resting on little stands. The tan colored acoustic that can sing songs so pretty your heart will melt at just the first note and Jake’s beloved. The one material object he loves as much as you. His first true love in this world. The guitar he controls. Makes whine and moan and sing with just the touch of a finger. His rock and roll sword.

This small space feels so much like him. Captures the essence so perfectly it’s like he’s right there laying with you. He hadn’t wanted to leave that morning. His alarm had gone off but he snoozed it and pulled you closer to him, completely ready to give up his obligations for the day and spend it with you instead. You had fallen back asleep too, just for a moment until you came to your senses and remembered his meeting with the band. So you forced yourself to sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and pulling him up too. He whined, begged you to come back to sleep, but he smiled in gratitude when you reminded him of his activities for the day.

“Always looking out for me, my sunshine.”

He had gotten up and made the two of you breakfast, just like every Saturday morning. Pancakes and pumpkin flavored coffee, with the syrup next to the pancakes not ontop. Then he had taken a quick shower and was out the door, leaving you waiting in his home until he returned.

Losing interest in your book, you stand walking over to where the guitars so gently rest. You pick up the acoustic, and sit back on the bed letting it sit in your arms. You smile to yourself thinking of all the hours he's spent in this very room teaching you his favorite chords and riffs. You’re no Jimi Hendrix but it was impossible not to gain some skill from his expert lessons. Your smile widens when you remember that you’re the only person he lets touch his guitars. Not even his own brothers, only you.

You pluck out a few notes, the beginning to Norwegian Wood by the beatles, an instant favorite between the two of you. The tips of your fingers burn ever so slightly with your lack of calluses but you play through it, knowing in a few minutes the numbness will take the pain away.

You lay back into the comfortable bed, letting your mind wander with thoughts of Jake. His smile, his hair, his smell, his strong arms and back, his talent, but most importantly, the way he looks at you. Like you’re the only woman that’s ever existed. The way he worships you, god. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. The feeling of the person you love, above anyone else, loving you right back, even harder if that was possible.

Your hands pluck mindlessly at the strings and your mind drifts farther south, thinking about the way he acts when you're coming undone beneath him. Your eyelids droop closed ready to play that perfect scene in your head and at that exact moment, your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You place the guitar back in its corner and click open your phone.

A text from Jake.

Jake

Hey, did you get some sleep after I left?

You

No i’m just chilling reading, and trying to play guitar lol

Jake

Aw i'm sorry you didn’t get more sleep :( I wish I could have stayed with you. I miss you.

You

I miss you too, how’s the meeting?

Jake

Horribly boring. All I'm thinking about is you, you’re sweet smile. 😘

You smile at his words, the simple praise never getting old. He texts back before you have a chance to respond.

Jake

When I get home can I have you? That’s all I'm thinking about love, it’s killing me.

Your thighs clench together at his change of tone. Memories flash through your mind of the countless times he has had you, treated you like royalty, like a goddess. Then the times he’s made you cum over and over again, fucking you deep into the mattress. But the thought of him fucking you sweet and gentle has always been you’re favorite.

You

You can always have me Jake, you know that, I love you.

Jake

I know, I just needed to hear you say it ;) I love you too baby, I’ll be home in a few hours, think you can wait that long?

You

Oh I don’t know Jakey, might have to take care of some things myself waiting for you 😉

You bite your lip waiting for his response as the three dots pop up on the screen. They disappear for a moment before reappearing.

Jake

Wait for me, please?

Oh

The simple unapologetic begging, asking for what he wants with such innocence and desire. The way he knows you’ll comply but he just wants to say it anyways, to make sure you know he wants you and you only.

You

Yes but hurry!!

You laugh and put your phone on the bed, returning to the guitar but the screen lights up again.

You open it to see a gif from Jake. A little bunny attacked the other with kisses and hugs, the hearts surrounding them. You blush and sigh before tucking your phone away.

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You lay in bed, wrapped up in his robe, his towel in your hair after your shower. The “5 minutes away” text sits in your phone and you wait impatiently for the sound of the door opening downstairs. You don’t bother to change back into your clothes… there’s no point.

Finally, you hear the key in the lock and the metal handle twisting. The door opens and closes and you hear the faint sound of a bag being placed on the table. His voice bellows from below.

“Hey baby i’m home! I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick and then I'll be up!”

“Okay!” You yell back, surpressing the excited squeal that so badly wants to come out.

You quickly glance to the mirror, pulling the towel off revealing your still damp hair. You push it back and shake it out until it’s falling nicely down your shoulders.

Just a minute later the bedroom door opens and there he is, a huge smile lighting up his whole face and a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. Your heart leaps out of your chest as he steps forward and wordlessly extends his hands to you.

Your heart breaks just a little and you swallow back the lump in your throat forming as you take the flowers. He watches you with such love as you smell them, taking in their sweet scent.

“Jakeyyy” you whine, climbing closer so he can wrap his arms around you bringing you in for a kiss.

His strong hands find their way around your waist holding you steadily against him as he kisses your forehead. The touch of his lips so gentle your heart flutters.

“These are so beautiful, you didn’t have to do that!”

“I wanted to, I was walking back to the car from the meeting and the road was covered with them, so I picked all the ones that reminded me of you” He places a kiss on your lips. He looks back at you with his big puppy dog eyes, smiling, waiting excitedly for your reaction.

“You picked these for me?” You ask, tears once again threatening to make an appearance.

“Yeah! Thought you’d like them!” He smiles again, his perfect teeth practically sparking along with his eyes. Without exchanging any words, you wrap your arms tighter around his back, your face resting gently on his chest and he holds you right back. All the words you want to say, exchanged just by the simple touch.

“I see you’re wearing my robe.” He giggles and you look up to see his perfect face smiling back at you.

“It’s so comfy, smells like you too.”

“I know. It looks better on you too. But you know, I can’t help but imagine what it would look like off.”

He smirks and you blush against his chest. Your heartbeat pounds in your chest as you lean back just enough to pull the string until the fuzzy cloth falls from your shoulders. His mouth parts ever so slightly before drawing his lips between his teeth. His eyes rake over your chest looking at you like you’re in a renaissance painting, a goddess of beauty.

“You’re so beautiful y/n, so so pretty.”

You smile and stand on the bed to remove the rest of the robe. His eyes travel with you as the robe falls onto the sheets. Without breaking his eyes away, he tosses it to the floor as his hands find your waist pulling you into him. He kisses your stomach, his grib on your waist tightening as his lips travel downward.

He breaks away and looks up at you. “Can I taste you? You smell so sweet.”

His light touch, along with words and his glimmering eyes, create an ache between your legs and a wild heartbeat thumping in your chest.

“Yes. Please Jake.” You whine.

He helps you step down and settle back into the pillows, making sure you’re comfortable. His eyes travel over the length of your body as he takes off his sweater. It’s your turn to watch him as he takes off his shirt, revealing his smooth chest. You giggle at the sight of him, so perfect it doesn’t even make sense.

He crawls onto the bed, stopping his face right before your closed legs. His hands trace over the tops of your thighs, reveling in their smoothness. He gently grabs under your thighs, pushing them apart, exposing you to him. He brings his face only inches away from your center, kissing the inside of your thigh. You embarrass the vulnerability, feeling so comfortable and safe with him.

“You’re perfect.” He breathes, looking up to meet your eyes before kissing you once again.

You clench around nothing, desperate for some kind of sensation, his simple praise spurring you on.

He notices. “Look at her. I think she’s ready for me.” He smirks, still holding back from giving you what you want. The cockiness mixed with his warmth breath hovering right above you makes you squirm on top of the sheets.

“Please Jake, touch me.” You whine, unable to wait another second with lips only inches away from you.

He nods his head and grants your wish, pulling his tongue so gently through your folds. Your head falls back into the pillow with a sigh, the awaited feeling being so perfect.

“Look at me sunshine, wanna see your pretty face.”

You force your eyes open, watching as his perfect lips wrap around your clit through a sly smile. He sucks you in, lapping his tongue over you once, then twice.

A choked moan escapes you and his fingers find your entrance, just one finger teasing it. You push your hips closer, desperate to feel any part of him inside you. He shakes his head slowly, lips still wrapped around your clit, the feeling becoming almost overwhelming.

His tongue finds your entrance, collecting the pooling liquid before bringing it back up to draw small circles around your clit.

“Jakeee fuc-k, feels so good, so fucking good.”

“I know, I know sweetheart, just sit there pretty and let me get you there.”

You mod your head, letting his sweet praise swim through your mind. Finally his finger pushes into you at a tantalizingly slow pace as your hips buck up off the bed, his perfect tongue still licking over your swollen clit. You clench around the single digit, wishing it was his cock instead, wishing for the stinging stretch and the weight of it inside you.

“Jakey.” You say through a breathless moan.

“Yes love?”

“I want you, right now. Please, let me have it.”

His lips curl into a smile. “Anything for you, my sunshine.”

He sits back up, drawing his belt through the buckle and pulling his black jeans from his body. His dark blue boxers show the outline of his perfectly hardened cock, making your mouth practically water at the sight of it. He watches you watch him as his hand palms over his length, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before returning them back to you.

You sit up, crawling to meet him on the edge of the bed. You search his eyes as your hands tuck under the hem of his boxers. He sucks in a breath, holding it, as you pull them down his body. His cock springs free, bobbing in front of your face. The sight of it, lush and pink, waiting hot and ready, fuck it sets you wild.

You take it in your hand, pumping up and down before bringing your lips to the pink tip. You take him in your mouth, just a little bit, swirling your tongue around it. A breathy moan escapes him, his sweet sounds filling your ears and sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

He lets you lick over him, just for a minute, unable to tear himself away from the pleasure of your soft lips before leaning down to kiss them. You kiss him back, parting your lips to let his tongue slip past. He helps you settle back into the pillows as he deepens the kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. His lips travel to your neck, nipping at the skin right under your ear.

“You’re so sweet, how are you so pretty y/n?” His soft giggle tugs at your heart strings. His hand finds your chest, his knuckles brushing past your nipple and his hand kneading into the soft skin. His mouth finds the other, drawing the bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue around. You groan into him, pushing your chest further into his mouth until he breaks away. You whine in protest but he shushes you through a smile.

“Don’t you want me baby?”

“Yes please Jake, please.”

“No need to beg, although you sound so cute when you do, you know I'll give you whatever you want.” He winks, stealing your heart once again.

And with that he brings himself to your entrance, quickly brushing the tip through your wet folds, pushing it against your clit. Your body tenses up at the feeling, a choked out moan escaping your lips.

“Relax for me love.” His sweet voice flows through your ears like smoke and you melt into the mattress as his other hand cups your cheek. You let his thumb push into your mouth, you swipe your tongue across it as he pushes his cock a few inches into you.

The slight pressure mixed with the overwhelming pleasure hits you like a ton of bricks. You both sigh at the feeling. Not even all the way inside you get but still feeling so so good. He steadies himself, pushing further into you little by little taking care to go slow and gentle. You smile at the welcomed stretch, reminding yourself to relax as he bottoms out. When he does, his body falls forward before catching himself, his brow furrowed in pleasure as he braces himself against you. He places his hand on your stomach, pushing him deeper into you.

You close your eyes and let yourself feel him inside you. How perfect he is, like your bodies were meant exactly for each other, fitting together like puzzle pieces. How lucky are you that you get to feel his cock whenever you please? That he knows exactly how to touch you and make you fall apart. You let yourself worship him a little in your mind, just the knowledge of it being him that fills you up so nicely, being enough to drag you further along.

He pulls out gently before pushing back in, even deeper. He hits that spot, tucked away so perfectly inside you and you whine his name into the otherwise quiet room.

“I know, I know, you feel so fucking good.. I- fuck.” He chokes out, eyes still closed as he draws back just to push into you once more. He picks up a comfortable slow pace, hitting you deep inside with every stroke. Your slick starts to coat him allowing him to move faster, the lewd sounds of him sliding in and out of you making him even harder.

He gazes into your eyes as he does so, loving you in more ways than one with his gentle sparkling eyes as he brings you closer and closer. His soft thumb drifts over your swollen clit and presses it in. His smile widens watching your hips jolt at the sensation. He drops his finger down meeting where your bodies meet to collect some of the moisture before returning it back to your bundle of nerves.

He begins tracing small circles over you, his eyes glued to where he touches you. He bites his lip as he works you, unable to control the soft moans that bubble out of him with every thrust. The way he sounds when he's buried so deep inside you paired with his feather light touch and his pounding cock threaten to pull you down under.

He moves his hand to wrap under your thighs for a stronger hold, pulling your body across the bed and using your legs as leveredge to drive into you even harder. His own sighs of pleasure mixed with yours fill the room along with your cries of his name as his hips snap into you.

“Baby.. you feel too good, i’m gonna c-cum..” He squeezes his eyes shut, his hips faltering as his hand returns to tease your clit. Your head tilts back at the pleasure and you're able to choke out, “me too, i'm there.”

In a few seconds, Jake’s breathing quickens and the sounds he makes become more desperate and blissful. You feel his cum shoot inside of you pulling you into your own orgasm. Your thighs attempt to clench together as your orgasm runs its course. You yell out his name into the room as your body jerks and spasms feeling on fire with pleasure.

Every slow thrust prolongs the feeling until he slows down to a stopping point to let you catch your breath. You tilt your head back relaxing into the mattress as your legs finally calm down.

“You’re a dream, a fucking dream” he says as he leans over you placing a kiss to your stomach. You muster up the strength to lean up to look at him. His beautiful brown eyes meet yours and you smile together. For one perfect minute, the two of you just stare at each other, living together in the post orgasm world, the love from each of you pouring into the other.

“I’m gonna pull out okay?”

You nod and he pulls out leaving you feeling much more empty inside.

“Wait right there, pretty girl, I'll be back in a second.” He winks again and leaves, returning just as soon as he said with a small washcloth and a cup of water. You scoot back to lean into the pillows as he cleans you up with the washcloth.

You never thought you would ever be with someone this perfect. Someone who could take such good care of you in every way, but there he was with a huge smile on his face doing just that.

He tosses the small rag into the laundry bin and climbs onto the bed handing you the glass of water. You take a sip feeling the relief of the cool liquid down your throat. You offer him a sip which he takes before returning the cup to the nightstand. He climbs off the bed again to rustle around in one of his drawers before pulling out two pairs of boxers. He slides one onto himself and tosses you the other. You catch it in the air and slide it onto your own body.

“I’m wiped out.” He chuckles.

“Me too, that was amazing though.”

“It was, it always is, every time.” He’s right. Every time it's almost more perfect than the last, the love between you too only growing. He crawls across the bed to meet you, laying down next to you with a huff.

“Should we watch something?”

“Ohh yeah good idea! What should we watch?” You ask, grabbing the laptop from the night stand and turning it on.

“Hmmm game of thrones?”

You think for a moment, wanting to finish the next episode of your show but also not feeling up to that level of concentration.

“Maybe something that requires less attention? I’m just super tired. How about the office?”

“Y/n I love you so fucking much.” He brings his lips to you, kissing all over your face as you giggle and melt into his side. He wraps his arms around you squeezing you tight before planting one more kiss to your forehead.

You pull up the office and press play on a random episode. You lay the computer on the bed sideways so you can see it while laying down. He turns to lean over your shoulder to watch the screen, spooning you with one arm under your head and the other loosely draped over your side. You lay your head on your arm next to his and tuck his other arm under yours. His legs tangle with yours and his hand traces over your bare chest eliciting a laugh from you.

“Trying for round two Jakey?”

“No they're just so soft, comfortable to grab onto it all.”

“Well then, be my guest.” You laugh again as his hand cups around you massaging the skin lightly. The casual contact gives you butterflies but you welcome it along with the safety you feel laying in his arms.

The show plays in the background but you would bet money that he also wasn’t paying much attention to it. You feel his nose poking your neck and he nuzzles it into you, tickling you in the process. You giggle and turn your head back so he can kiss your cheek. He kisses your neck and below your ear. As you both settle, you swear you can feel a slight intake of air behind you and the sound of someone breathing in heavily. Almost as if he’s smelling your hair…

Your heart melts at the thought and right then he confirms it, “did you use that lavender shampoo?”

“Hmm” you reply.

“Smells really good.”

You hum again as he takes another whiff, tickling the hairs on the back of your neck. A few minutes of silence pass as the show keeps playing. You feel your eyelids growing heavy and when you turn back, Jake's eyes are closed and his mouth parted every so slightly.

You take a moment to look at him. How soft and gentle he looks, how peaceful and innocent, how his hair falls around his face and how his smooth lips move when he breathes.

It's moments like these where you feel so in love with him it almost hurts. Where you feel like it's only the two of you that exist. Where you feel like you could marry him, and have kids, and spend the rest of your lives together. You think back to all the times he's brought it up, sharing with you his perfect dreams for your future together.

“We’ll get married in Michigan. We’ll find a beautiful creek with a big rock on the bank. We’ll stand on that big rock together, but don’t worry, I won’t let you fall. And you look beautiful in white with a white flower crown, and your hair will be down, blowing in the wind. Our families can watch from the other side of the creek. And then after, we can jump in the water and take a hike just the two of us down to where the water runs into a little pond. And we'll go swimming in our wedding clothing because who cares right? We’re in love! And the sun will set and everything will be cast in a beautiful orange light. And I’ll kiss you and it'll be perfect. Then, we move into a big house, wherever you want, as long as it's near the woods. And we'll have two kids, an older girl and a younger brother, because you know, he's gonna need her. And they'll look just like you and we'll raise them to be so kind, and we’ll be playing music all the time. And I'll teach them both guitar but we'll have all the instruments in the house. A nice big grand piano, a bass and heck even a drum set! And Josh can come over and give them voice lessons. And we'll have two dogs and two cats so they can all be friends, and the kids will love them and we’ll love them and we’ll love the kids. But most importantly, I will love you. I’ll love you forever and ever and maybe if I'm really lucky, you’ll love me back.”

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