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suspiciouslackofclowns · 2 years

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It’s a different kind of fear, the cold prickles that settle deep into the lining of each of Robin’s organs. The world throbs around her like an echo, and her head aches — her whole body aches. Beaten and sore from all of the bullshit, all of the running around and fighting, and she’s tired. So tired.

But none of that matters. Not when that familiar chill fills the air and a sickly dread sucks the air out of her lungs.

Not when it’s Steve.

For a while now, all memory of the asshole she knew back in Click’s class has been forgotten. Pushed aside. Gathering dust. Replaced entirely by the goofy, snarky guy with piss-poor flirting skills that she’s grown to love. Because it’s just so easy to love him.

The dark, looming figure before her, standing at the back door to Hell itself with an axe clutched tight in his fist, is not either of those guys.

She didn’t think that Steve’s face could look so angry. So hateful.

“Stevie,” Billy tries, raising his hands slowly and reaching out. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

“What the fuck’s wrong with him?” Eddie breathes.

Clutches a hand over his abdomen, crimson seeping between each of his fingers and dripping down his chin. It’s staining Robin’s clothes from where she’s tucked under his arm, supporting his weight, but she ignores it. Watches carefully as Steve stands to his full height and steps off of the mattress with a creak.

“It’s the Mind-Flayer,” Robin manages. Takes a careful step back towards the door. “It has to be, right?”

“Steve, you have to fight it, do you hear me?” Billy says.

He dares to step closer. Extends his hands further, disregarding the rapid rise and fall of the brunet’s chest and the tightness of his jaw.

Even next to Billy, Steve suddenly seems to tower over everything. Suddenly seems so scary that Robin has to force herself to keep her eyes on him as they well with tears.

With a quick motion, he rears the axe back and takes a deadly swing, the handle catching in Billy’s grip with a painful thunk.

“Please, Steve—“

A left hook cracks across Billy’s jaw and sends him crashing to the floor.

“You think your pathetic ass stands a chance, Hargrove?” Steve hisses. Plunges the axe down and misses when Billy rolls out of the way, splitting the tile and letting go of the handle once and for all. “All of the pity fucks have really been going to your head, huh?”

He steps over the blond. Takes a fistful of his shirt and brings his knuckles down hard on the bridge of his nose. Snaps the cartilage and makes Robin sick to her stomach.

“Don’t listen, Bill,” Eddie rasps. “That’s not him.”

“Get out of here,” Billy pleads.

Catches another sock to the face and spits a mixture of blood and bile onto the floor.

“No.”

“We can’t leave you,” Robin protests.

“Get the fuck out and go find Nancy. Now.”

One more crack rips through the air and Robin has to clap a hand over her mouth to keep from vomiting, turning her face away from the gruesome display in front of her. It takes Eddie pulling her towards the doorway to make her head stop spinning.

“They always leave in the end, don’t they?” Steve muses. “Don’t worry, Billy bug, you still have me.”

He catches the fist that Billy tries to swing at him and drops to his knees, right over Billy’s chest, and pins his arms to the floor with an unforgiving grip.

“Fuck you.”

“Mm, I think I’ll pass. You’re not really my type.”

“I swear, when I get my hands around that slimy, disgusting neck of yours, I’m gonna wring it ‘till your fuckin’ eyes pop.”

The sickly smirk that splits across Steve’s face is almost inhuman. He leans down. Collects both of Billy’s wrists in one hand, pins them above his head, and lightly traces the cut of his jaw with his free hand. Almost lovingly.

Thunder roars in the distance. Billy can faintly hear the screeches coming from within the gate just a few feet away, and something else. Behind him.

The scrape of gravel and screaming voices — Dustin and Erica. All of the words are muddled in the background. Unintelligible.

“Y’know something, love?” Steve coos. So close that the cold puff of air on Billy’s cheek spawns goosebumps on his skin. “I still love Nance.”

“Bullshit.”

A hand wraps around his throat and he chokes as his windpipe is smashed between the tile and Steve’s unnaturally cold palm.

“It’s true. You’re nothing but a rebound that never got the hint to get out of my bed the morning after.”

“No,” Billy rasps. “You— you love me. You love Eddie. You say it so much that I almost get sick of hearing it, Stevie.”

“Y’know, now that you mention it…” The grip tightens around his throat. Makes Billy’s eyes burn as Steve’s lips brush against his ear. “Eddie’s my favorite. He at least has a purpose in this world, but you?” Fire spreads in his throat as he writhes helplessly. “Your only purpose is to die.”

“Steve— Steve would never say that.”

“Die believing a lie if you want, Hargrove. Save Eddie a spot, will you? I’ll be coming for him next.”

Black starts to overtake his vision, tunneling around the sadistic grin that looms over him. It’s funny because Billy still can’t help but think that Steve is beautiful. That he’ll be glad to see him soon, wherever he goes next. The real him.

There’s a click, and then a boom, and Billy’s lungs fill again.

Steve has fallen back. Clutches at his shoulder weakly, blood spurting between his fingers as he fixes a glare at the door.

Standing in the open doorway is Nancy Wheeler, revolver in her grip. The look on her face says that was a warning shot.

“You’re an idiot if you think we’ll let that asshole take you, Steve.” She pulls the hammer back with a click. Sets her jaw and furrows her brows. “Now come back to us.”

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subliminalbointext · 11 months

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Quick Hits #2: Nothing But Peace

She almost looked the same, just as she had when I entered my office and found her sitting there in the lobby. Then she’d had a magazine in her hand, but I could tell from the way she flipped quickly through its pages that she had more on her mind than celebrity gossip. She was trying to look busy, trying not to look worried.

But now there was nothing but peace, a calmness reflected in blank, uncritical eyes.

She came to me as a concerned wife, a regular kind of “my husband is mixed up in something and I need an outside perspective” type of case. She hadn’t seen Mr. Morrow in days and now her sister had gone missing. He was a lawyer by trade but his passion was sorcery. It sounded goofy to me, but Mr. Morrow ran around in strange crowds.

I stayed in contact with Mrs. Morrow over the next couple of days, taking whatever leads she could offer up from snooping around his office. I ran background checks on some of his most prominent clients and tried to gain access to the secret society that he’d frequented. No luck, until: a breakthrough. Some good info after shaking down a bartender. Mr. Morrow had been working with his creepy little secret society friends to solve what they called “the secret of the human condition.”

It was looking more and more like Mr. Morrow hadn’t just run off with the sister: he’d offered her up to the cult, was testing their strange theories about the human mind. I rushed back to my office to call Mrs. Morrow, but I found her there in the company of two men in loud, flamboyant suits. Goddamn sorcerers.

“Mrs. Morrow?” I asked. There was recognition in her eyes, but she stared forward as if my words passed through her.

The man to her left—short, bald, purple suit, goddamn sorcers—pulled a gun from his pocket. I laughed at the absurdity of being held at gunpoint by a magician. He didn’t seem to think it was funny.

I had expected him to say something, but it was Mrs. Morrow who spoke.

“You need to stop digging,” she said in a quiet, sleepy sort of voice. “The Society is doing work far bigger than either of us. It will live on through the centuries and reshape the boundaries of human consciousness.”

I eyed the gun in the small one’s hands and then I said to her, “Whatever this is, Mrs. Morrow, you can fight it.”

Again the men were silent, again she spoke. “If you make a move they will shoot. Let my mind be a testament to the Society’s power. They can remake anyone in any image. You will stop digging one way or another.”

I realized as Mrs. Morrow spoke that the men took pleasure in using her as a mouthpiece. This was a demonstration of their power. They were here to stop me, and they wanted to show that they could do it without ever uttering a single word. Mrs. Morrow had been reduced to their puppet.

It was over for her, and I knew it was over for me too.

I felt dumb saying, “You won’t get a way with this,” and even dumber reaching for the piece on my desk. The short one fired his gun, and for a moment I thought I was dead. A flash of light exited the barrel, but no bullet followed. Instead I fell in what felt like slow motion. I was sinking through the floor, the world fading out around me. Some kind of psychic shot designed to make me black out. And as I sunk, somehow I knew that I would awaken as a different person entirely.

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wolferine · 3 years

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Jeff

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: The reader brings home a pet Natasha isn’t happy about.

Warnings: Does fluff count?

Word Count: 1417

Request from anon: OOOH CAN I REQUEST READER TAKING HOME JEFF THE LAND SHARK AND NATASHA HAVING A HEART ATTACK???

AN: This is the cutest thing that has ever graced my inbox. Thank you for trusting me with this request. Enjoy. 🦈

Natasha isn’t home yet when you wake up for your 6 a.m. run. Both of you had been sent to Hawaii to gather intelligence on a new branch of HYDRA operations. Natasha spent most of the nights working, while you were given tasks to be completed during daylight. While you were on opposite schedules, the both of you tried to make the most of your time on the beautiful island of Oahu.

You head down to the beach, enjoying the sounds of the waves crashing along the shore. There’s not too many people out at this hour and the sun rising over the horizon is beautiful. As you run, listening to your own heartbeat and heavy breathing, you suddenly notice a small lump lying on the sand ahead.

You slow down to approach it. It looks like a shark, no heavier than 30 pounds, with four stubby legs protruding from its body. The way it’s curled up reminds you of the way a dog sleeps. When you kneel to poke it, the shark suddenly bounces awake and launches itself at you.

“ARGH!” You fall onto your back as the shark lands on your chest, a long slimy tongue poking out of its mouth and licking your face. “Hey, what the—” The shark sits back, opening its mouth in a wide, goofy smile, revealing multiple rows of jagged teeth. “What are you?”

The shark pants and growls, rolling off of you onto the sand. You stand up and he circles your heels, sniffing your legs like a dog. His finned tail wags back and forth.

“Aw, you’re kind of cute. Do you want to come home with me?” you ask.

The shark looks up to you and nods.

“My girlfriend’s gonna love you. She’s always wanted a pet,” you tell him. “But I have to give you a name first.” You think for a moment. “How about Jeff? You look like a Jeff.”

Jeff throws you another one of his goofy smiles and races ahead. You laugh at the way his four legs waddle to carry his bulky body. You’ve never seen anything like him, but you love him already.

He follows you all the way home, where you make yourself breakfast. You warm up a bowl of oatmeal with a sprinkle of protein powder and make a second bowl for Jeff. But when you place the bowl on the floor, he immediately turns his nose away from the oatmeal.

“It’s healthy!” you protest as he shakes his head. “Okay, fine. I guess you want something a little meatier?” You scrounge the cupboards until you find a few tins of canned salmon. You crank open two cans and dump them into a bowl for Jeff. He gobbles down every bite and licks his lips.

“Happy now? Okay, buddy. I have some work to do, but you’re free to roam the house. Let me go fill up the bathtub with some water for you. Although you seem to be doing fine on land.” Whatever species of shark Jeff is, he seems perfectly fine breathing oxygen.

You show him the bathroom and he sits by your side, watching as you fill the tub with water. He needs your help to hoist him into the tub, but sinks into the water, completely at ease, and closes his eyes.

“I’ll be in the living room if you need me.” You pat his top fin and hope that he understands what a living room is. He seems like an intelligent creature.

You turn on the television for some background noise and set your laptop on your legs. Less than half an hour later, Natasha opens the front door, dragging in her work bag.

“Good morning,” you say.

“Hi, baby.” She comes over to give you a quick kiss.

“Do you want me to make you breakfast?” you ask.

“No, I’m really tired. I think I’ll just shower and go to sleep,” she says, walking towards the bedroom.

“Okay.” You don’t even think twice, until you hear her scream.

“AIIEEEEEEE!”

“Jeff!” Your laptop drops to the floor as you scramble to get up and race into the bathroom. “Nat, don’t hurt Jeff!” you yell, skidding into the scene. Jeff has his front legs propped up on the edge of the tub, staring at Natasha with wide, curious eyes as she cowers against the wall.

“WHY IS THERE A SHARK IN THE BATHTUB?” Natasha screeches.

“His name is Jeff!” you say. “And he’s not really a shark, because he has legs, so—”

“WHY THERE IS A HALF-EVOLVED SHARK IN THE BATHTUB?”

“I found him on the beach when I went for my run this morning!” You scramble to calm Jeff from your terrified girlfriend, lifting him out of the bathtub. He settles into your arms with a grunt and rests his head on your shoulder. “Look how cute he is—”

Natasha has never been so angry and amused with you before. “We are not keeping him, Y/N—”

“Why not?” You’re certain Jeff can charm her the way he did to you. He looks at Natasha and smiles, but she is clearly not impressed. “You always said we could get a pet one day—”

“A SHARK IS NOT A PET!”

“Aw, come on, Nat! He looks like a shark, but he acts just like a dog!” Jeff nips at your arm and you put him down. He wobbles towards Natasha to sniff her legs and she presses herself against the wall.

“Absolutely not,” Natasha hisses. “He goes or you go.”

“What?” She’s never given you an ultimatum before, and you’re upset by her callousness. She hasn’t even taken the time to get to know Jeff! Hurt and angry, you scoop Jeff back up and march out of the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Natasha calls after you.

“We’re both going,” you say, leaving through the front door and walking down the street. Jeff senses your unhappiness and paws at your arm to be put down. He hops to the curb and sits, refusing to go any further. With a sigh, you crouch to sit next to him. Jeff rubs your knee with his head and you pet his back. He’s not furry or soft, his skin smooth and almost rubbery in texture.

“Sorry about all this, Jeff,” you apologize. “Nat’s not normally this mean. I think she’s just jealous because I found you first.”

Jeff licks your leg in solidarity.

“And don’t worry, I won’t give you up. You deserve a chance,” you say. Jeff butts your leg and smiles.

You sit there with Jeff for a while, stroking your new pet shark, when someone comes up behind the both of you.

“Y/N?” It’s Natasha.

“What?”

“Can you please come home?”

“You said it was me or Jeff, and I’m not leaving him.”

Natasha sighs and sits on your other side, steering clear of the shark. But Jeff isn’t fooled and climbs over your legs to sit on Natasha’s lap. He puts his front legs on her shoulders and licks her chin.

“Ew, okay, stop,” she says, giggling as she pushes his head away. Jeff curls up on her lap and sighs contentedly. “For real though, Y/N—what is this thing?”

“A land shark,” you say as if the answer was obvious. “But we can’t just leave him, or give him away to an animal shelter, Nat. Imagine what they would do to him.”

Natasha frowns at the little shark trying to sleep on her lap. “I know.”

“He’s just different. Like you and me.”

Natasha knows you won’t budge, but she wasn’t exactly ready to expand your family just yet. Maybe if the others on the team could help take care of him, she wouldn’t mind him too much. “I guess he would be a good mascot for the Avengers—”

“Yes, you’re the best!” You lean over to kiss her cheek. Jeff startles awake, sensing the change in mood and jumping back and forth from your laps. He tries licking Natasha’s face, but you grab his tail to stop him. “Excuse me, you can get your own girl,” you say and he growls playfully.

“He is pretty cute,” Natasha admits. “And I’ve only kept you around for the same reason, so what’s the difference?”

“Thanks, Nat!” You’re not even paying attention to her anymore. You jump to your feet as Jeff bounces around excitedly. “I’ll race you home, Jeff!”

“Don’t make me regret this,” Natasha mutters, following after you two.

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archived-kin · 3 years

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kaeya isn't as smooth as anyone thinks (and that's okay)

note from kin: basically i saw the ‘kaeya is flirty and constantly flusters reader who has a giant crush on him’ trope and went ‘but what if KAEYA was the one with the giant crush’

quick background: reader is the ‘strong, silent, stoic’ type, has a cryo vision, and works alongside barbara in the church of favonius as a medic

i couldn’t think of a gender neutral way for you to be addressed that sounded natural so i just had you be called your name throughout the piece, but just know that barbara would be addressing you with older sibling honourifics and kaeya would use some sort of respectful title (but in like. a flirty way)

fandom: genshin impact

character(s): gn!reader, kaeya, barbara, bennett

pairing(s): kaeya/reader,

warning(s): non-descriptive blood/mild injury

genre: fluff

“Master Kaeya!” Barbara exclaims as a familiar cavalry captain strides into the cathedral, dripping blood all over the freshly-polished tiles. “What happened this time?!”

“Just a run-in with some hilichurls,” He says with a nonchalant shrug, swiping away a bead of blood from the corner of his mouth. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Nothing to worry about?!” She hurriedly ushers him into the hospital wing, hands already beginning to sparkle with Hydro healing magic. “You— you’re bleeding extremely heavily! I need to get these wounds closed up as soon as possible—”

“Relax,” Kaeya placates, giving one of her pigtails a playful tug as she frantically flits about him like an agitated butterfly. “I don’t feel a thing. It’s all superficial, really…”

“Still…!” She hurries over to one of the cupboards and fumbles around for a roll of bandages. “Please sit down! This won’t take a moment...!”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” He says, holding up his hands. “Is [Name] in today?”

“Yes, they agreed to watch over Bennett while I took care of our patients…” She answers, still rummaging about feverishly, then suddenly pauses, and Kaeya grins slightly. She’s seen right through him. “Ah, wait… Master Kaeya, is this what I think it is?”

Kaeya laughs as she looks up at him with large, reproachful blue eyes, hands set firmly on her hips. Maybe he’d be intimidated if Barbara didn’t have the face of a baby lamb. It’s just kind of adorable. “Perhaps.”

She blows out a breath, cheeks puffing up, then shakes her head with a resigned sort of smile. “I don’t think [Name] will appreciate you disturbing them…”

“I won’t be disturbing anyone,” Kaeya says with a cheeky sort of grin, raising his hand as if showing off the gash in his forearm. “I’m a patient, after all. So, where will [Name] and Bennett be?”

“In the west wing,” Barbara answers, dropping her hands, though the soft blue glow remains.

“To the west wing we go, then,” He replies, and strides off with a flick of his cape. Barbara follows hurriedly, clutching the roll of bandages to her chest.

You’re sat by the window when Kaeya pokes his head in through the door, flicking through a book. The sunlight streaming in behind you seems to illuminate the pale colour of your robes to an ethereal glow, and Kaeya can’t help but silently compare the sight to the illustrations of divine celestial beings he’s seen in books. He takes a deep breath, briefly pressing his hand to his chest, then moves to greet you.

You seem to notice his presence before he can, however, raising your head from your book and practically pinning him to the spot with those clear eyes. “...Master Kaeya.”

He smiles, unable to help the slightly goofy quality of his expression. Archon knows that Lisa would never let him live it down if she saw him now. “[Name].”

“Hi, Mr Kaeya!” Bennett exclaims, attempting to raise a bandage-wrapped hand in greeting, but having to drop it as its sling goes taut. Kaeya offers a brief wave in response, but he’s far too absorbed in looking at you to say anything more.

You stare at him in silence, eyes moving down to the patches of red staining his sleeve, then back up at the scratch on his left cheek. Your expression is unmoving, cold, even, but he still has to try hard not to overheat under the sheer intensity of your gaze. Any flirty quips that he might have thought of trying on you just dry up in his mouth as soon as they come.

“What happened?” You ask finally.

“Master Kaeya says he encountered some hilichurls,” Barbara answers for him, slipping into the room and standing beside him. Bennett grins enthusiastically as soon as he sees her, and she responds with a sweet smile of her own.

You raise an eyebrow at him, and Kaeya can’t help but feel a little embarrassed. “Hilichurls?”

“They were rather... aggressive,” He answers, folding his arms and shifting his weight to his left leg. “And there were quite a lot of them as well.”

You blink slowly. “I would have thought that the Cavalry Captain would be sufficiently capable to ward them off.”

“Well, when you’re surrounded on all sides, there’s not much you can do,” Kaeya shrugs as nonchalantly as possible. He’s not going to admit that he’d stood there and allowed them to get in a few good hits just so he’d have a good reason to come by.

You sigh and close your book, setting it on the windowsill beside you. “I suppose you’ll need some healing.”

“Please,” He responds with a chuckle, inclining his head. You nod and get to your feet.

“Keep an eye on Bennett,” You instruct Barbara, who quickly moves over to take your place beside the unlucky adventurer’s bed. “I trust that he’ll be well under your care.”

“Of course!” She nods, beaming as you gently pat her on the shoulder. “You can count on me!”

You nod, the faintest of smiles crossing your face. Kaeya almost feels as if he shouldn’t be witnessing such a sight, but he can’t help but stare in subtly open-mouthed awe until the smile disappears, and you begin leading him back into the east wing.

“How deep are the wounds?” You ask monotonously as you guide him to one of the chairs. He sits down without needing to be told, obediently holding out his right arm and allowing you to unfasten the cuffs and pull back his sleeves.

“Not deep enough to be too painful,” He answers, shivering slightly as he feels your cold fingers press into the skin around the wound, carefully prodding about to see the extent of the damage. “I’m sure that you’ll make quick work of it.”

His compliment doesn’t seem to affect you in the slightest - quite frankly, it’s a little disheartening how little you seem to care. “Then why didn’t you have Barbara heal your wounds for you? Do you think she is incapable?”

“No, not at all!” Kaeya hurries to answer, unnerved by the sudden narrowing of your normally calm eyes. “I just… rather like seeing you. That’s all.”

Your hands pause for the briefest of moments before returning to their work. Is Kaeya imagining the surprise that flashes across your face? “...is that so?”

“Of course...” He tries to offer a suave sort of smile, only to grimace when he feels you pinch the raw edges of his wound together in preparation to seal it.

You’re silent for a while, though Kaeya can’t quite tell if it’s because you’re absorbed in your work or if you’re thinking about something else. He tries not to stare, he really does, but you draw his eye with such deep compulsion that he can't seem to tear his eyes away.

Finally, your stern expression softening ever so slightly, you say, “...then you are welcome to come by whenever you please, injuries or not.”

He jolts so hard that he almost rips the wound open again as soon as you’ve sealed it, feeling a hot flush rise to his face. His mouth falls open, and he aggressively snaps it shut again as you look back up at him. “I…”

“Bennett has been rather vocal about his suspicions as to the frequency of your visits,” You say steadily and factually, a ghost of a smile tugging on your mouth. “I wasn’t sure whether to believe him before, but…”

“O-oh?” Kaeya pinches subtly at his own leg in an effort to snap himself back to his senses. Where on earth has all his charm and poise gone? He feels like a young boy again, stumbling over his words as his heart hammers like a drum in his heart. “What exactly has Bennett been saying?”

“He seems to be under the impression that you’re getting yourself injured deliberately,” You answer, and Kaeya mentally slaps himself. Of course he’d been too obvious. But, really, how else is he supposed to find an excuse to see you so often when you’re otherwise always so busy with patients?

“...I suppose I’ve been caught.” He raises his free hand to rub almost bashfully at the back of his neck. “Is it such a crime to want a reason to visit?”

You look him directly in the eyes, and he has to fight the urge not to throw his arms around you right then and there. How can one’s gaze be so blank and yet so warm at the same time? “Perhaps it would be better if you weren’t injured.”

“It’s the only way to make sure you’ll see me,” He chuckles. “You hardly ever seem to leave the hospital wing.”

You pause and frown slightly, as if confused, and the sight is so endearing that Kaeya doesn’t think his heart has ever felt so full. “...I don’t think I spend all my time here…”

“I don’t believe I’ve ever even seen you out on the streets,” He continues, fighting back a grin as you bring a hand to your chin, still looking rather puzzled. He pauses, taking in a breath, then asks, “Why don’t you stop by Angel’s Share in the evening some day?”

Your frown smooths out slightly, and you cock your head to the side. “...will you be there?”

His cheeks heat up again. “Of course - if you’d like me to be.”

You nod thoughtfully, pulling back from his arm. The wound is little more than a thin scar now. “I would.”

You shake your hand out briefly, coating it once again in your special brand of healing Cryo energy, and raise your frost-covered palm to the scratch in Kaeya’s cheek, only to see that he’s already staring intently at you. It’s almost unnerving how intense the glacial blue colour of his eyes is - so deep that you could almost be frozen in them completely, like a fly trapped in amber.

He moves the hand of his uninjured arm up to your own cheek, slowly, almost as if he’s in a trance. You can’t quite read the expression on his face - the gentle slope of his brows, the soft corners of his eyes, his ever-so-slightly ajar mouth - but it’s compelling in such a way that you can’t pull your gaze from his.

Almost abruptly, he smiles bright, eyes closing, and he leans forward. You freeze in place as he throws his uninjured arm around your shoulders and pulls you close, turning to press the softest of kisses to the side of your head.

“Kaeya?” You whisper, and his grip tightens slightly. He doesn’t respond, only laughs quietly, almost giddily, a deep sound that seems to reverberate through both your body and his.

You slowly raise your own arms and wrap them around him in turn, leaning into his touch. Kaeya laughs again, and this time you can’t help but smile, pressing yourself further into his embrace.

Footsteps and voices are approaching from somewhere far in the distance, and perhaps you hear a knock on the door, but in this moment, you can’t bring yourself to care. For now, the patients and healing can wait.

#unedited #bet you thought they were gonna kiss huh #well they DIDN'T #i'm just a sucker for this kind of soft physical affection :')))#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin kaeya #genshin barbara #genshin bennett #kaeya x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #fluff

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livesincerely · 2 years

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okay but the potential that a cheerleader dave’s au holds-

Doesn’t it though??????

Okay, here’s an idea:

Cheerleader! Davey AU: Sarah and Davey are co-captains of the cheerleading team. I think that either of them could’ve been captain alone, but they’re happier sharing the responsibility and it makes it a lot more manageable. Sarah’s really great thinking of the bigger picture: creating goals for the squad, identifying ways to grow the team/become stronger as a unit, and coming up with the overarching theme/storyline of a routine. Davey’s strength lies in the detail work - choreographing individual stunts/tumble routines, figuring out how to utilize each person’s skills the best, etc. I think Sarah’s got the mindset and heart for cheerleading, and Davey’s better at the actual athletics of it.

Davey’s a fantastic tumbler. He’s got such long legs that he can get serious height in his flips and tucks, and it genuinely seems like he’s flying. Just watching him you can tell that he could’ve gone into gymnastics competitively, but I think he prefers the team element of cheering.

Also, Spot’s also on the cheerleading team and he’s their main flyer, mostly because I want him to be. He’s easily the most competitive person on the team and regularly intimidates the opposing team’s players just by glaring from the sidelines. (He has a very aggressive Pom-Pom shake)

Jack’s the quarterback. I debated about if I wanted him to be on the football team at all for this one, but then I thought about putting Katherine on the team as well as a running back, and that sold the idea for me.

(The main friendships in this one would be Jack & Katherine and Davey & Spot)

Sidebar, kind of really feeling a Albert/Race/Spot background pairing. Al and Race would also be on the football team, and they’re constantly teaming up to flirt with Spot. Spot tries very hard to pretend that he’s not interested in them, and it almost works, except Albert manages to make him laugh, then blush, once after a really stupid joke, and then they’re both hooked.

Albert is a linebacker. Race is the kicker in honor of Ben Cook kicking himself in the face during livesies

But anyway, Jack has an extremely obvious crush on Davey, but in typical (for me) fashion, Davey does not notice. I’m not sure how close they’d be in this one, but I kinda love the idea of them having a relationship built on friendly waves in passing/quips before games/teasing & flirting with undertones of genuine appreciation and respect underneath.

Oh, I just had a thought! Jack and Davey decide to team up to finally get Katherine and Sarah together, and while they’re scheming about that, they also start to fall for each other. Because I do so love my basic tropes lol.

There’s going to have to be a least one instance where Davey ends up wearing Jack’s letterman, and I am absolutely not sorry

There’s also going to have to be a moment where, the football team and the cheer squad are warming up before practice, Jack jogs over to talk to Davey really quick while he’s doing his stretches, and Davey unknowing causes Jack’s brain to melt by doing something very flexible without breaking a sweat. Davey does Not notice that anything’s amiss.

I’m also going need there to be constant, ‘the head cheerleader always dates the captain of the football team’ jokes from literally everyone around them

The vibes for this are fluffy, goofy, idiots to lovers (x3), and Shenanigans. And lots of Ciarra pretending to know literally anything about sports, or carefully writing around it despite this being a football/cheer au lol

Andddd that concludes this episode of ✨Thoughts From Ciarra!✨ Thank you for listening

#*ask #*editor's note #newsies #javid #*the writing desk #ideas for later #bits & bobs #the more I think about this the more I love this idea #hmmmmmm

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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Blind Date (continued)

You invite Colson in after your blind date

Request: “I loved this so much! If you get the chance and are up to it, I’d love a second part!” ”I would like to read a second part of it”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: cursing

A/N: Have I edited this? No. Did I even look back over this after I wrote it? Also no

Word Count: 1974

Your hand touched the handle before you turned around, finding Colson in the same situation at his car door, still looking at you. “Do you maybe wanna… come in?” You asked, biting your lip. His face lit up, a smirk highlighting his features.

“I would love that.”

The man’s lanky figure strutted over to your front door as you opened it, pausing as he entered to take in the smell of your house that screamed you. He let his eyes wander around the place as he stepped further in, taking off his coat and shoes at the front entryway.

You moved into the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of red wine while he made his way into the space. You found a note on the counter from your best friend and roommate.

Staying at Eric’s tonight in case you and your date need the place to yourself <3

You rolled your eyes at the note, chuckling as you tossed it in the trash. You rustled through your drawers to grab a corkscrew, fiddling with the bottle as Colson shuffled into the room, standing behind you to encase you in his arms.

He took the corkscrew from your hands and opened the bottle with ease. “I was getting there,” you whined jokingly.

He chuckled, “I could see that.” You turned around and allowed your lower back to rest against the counter, squeezed between the surface and Colson. His arms rested on the countertop on either side of you, his figure leaning to be level with you.

You couldn’t help but admire his features, his bright blue eyes and the stubble on his jaw sparking your artistic mind. “I wish I could sketch you right now,” you murmured your thoughts aloud.

He smirked, leaning closer into you, your lips almost meeting, “why don’t you?”

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before softly speaking, “you would get bored being my model.”

He pulled away from you, fingers running across your waist until they found your hands, intertwining your fingers. “I would be honored to be your model.”

You perked an eyebrow, “seriously?”

He shrugged, “I’ve done it before for cameras, and you are much more interesting than photographers.” He pulled you away from the counter, “go get your stuff and I’ll pour wine.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked towards your art room, which was really just your bedroom, “don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

When you returned, he was wandering your small living area, a glass of wine in his hands and one on the small coffee table. His eyes danced along the picture frames you and your roommate had placed around the house when you first moved in, which you honestly hadn’t looked at since.

You stepped into the room with your sketchbook and pencils, making your presence known. His gaze drifted to you with a smile, watching you settle onto the couch, “so, is this your roommate?” He motioned towards one of the pictures.

You glanced up, smiling at the goofy picture you two had taken at graduation, “yep, that’s us.” You turned your head back to your book, flipping to the next blank page as he continued asking about your pictures.

“Who’s in this one?” He asked, pointing to a photo of your roommate and her boyfriend, Eric.

You chuckled at the image of them pulling funny faces in the front seat of a car while you sat in the background looking bored, “that’s Eric, her boyfriend. We went on this huge road trip and they swore I wouldn’t have to third wheel, but I obviously did.”

Colson let out a small laugh, taking a sip of his wine, “and who is that?”

You had honestly forgotten about the picture he was pointing to, but seeing it made your stomach fill with unease. “Oh, I forgot that was still up,” you sighed at Colson’s curious expression, “that’s me and my ex, TJ. We broke up months ago, I thought I’d gotten everything of his out of here.”

Colson could see the discomfort in your expression, sitting down on the armchair next to your couch, throwing his legs over the side and posing dramatically. “Bad ex, huh?” You nodded, not wanting to make him uncomfortable with the conversation, though you wanted nothing more than to open up to him. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

You rolled your eyes, turning so you could face him, “of all the poses, that’s what you pick?”

He smiled innocently, “yep.” A chuckle fell from your lips as you looked down at your sketchbook, pressing your pencil to the paper. “Fine, I’ll go first,” he began, “can’t really get to know each other if we don’t get at least a little bit of trauma out of the way.”

You looked up at him and giggled, “you got me there.”

He sighed, taking a sip of his wine, “Baze told me not to talk about it, but the look on your face when I asked you about him tells me you might be able to relate.” You raised an eyebrow but kept drawing, giving him a silent signal to continue. “I was dating this girl for a while, you’ve probably heard of her, Megan Fox.”

Your eyes went wide at the name, looking up at him in shock, “yeah, because that’s not an intimidating act to follow at all!”

Colson waved you off, “you’re doing great so far, don’t even worry about it.” You gave him a stern look, but he only continued with his story, “anyways, we were together for a while and she told me all the time she thought we were soulmates, and I believed her, you know?” You bit your lip, starting to feel slightly intimidated as he spoke about the woman. “But then she cheated on me after, like, 9 months. And I realized after we broke up how wrong we were for each other and how much she manipulated me.”

You frowned as he spoke, his tone getting sadder with each word. “That’s so shitty. I don’t understand why people cheat in long term relationships, especially after you’ve given them so much hope and trust. Like someone convinces you that they love you and then they go around and pull that shit. It’s evil.”

He nodded, a slight smile on his face, “I’m over it now though, in case you were worried. Came to the realization about a month or two later that I was better without her.”

You held the pencil in your hands still, trying to find the words you needed to say. “I, uh, I was dating that guy, TJ. We had been friends for a while and he asked me out and I said yes. Everything was great, you know? And then like almost a year end he starts acting all weird and possessive. Like just because we had been together for so long means he doesn’t have to treat me like his girlfriend anymore. He would make me feel like shit in front of our friends and just all around was being a shitty boyfriend.” Colson stared at you intensely with a frown on his face, eyebrows furrowed.

“A guy should never do that shit to his girl. You don’t deserve that shit, no one does.”

You nodded sadly, “yeah, well, then I found out like 4 months into all of this that he had cheated on me and gotten the girl pregnant so… I ended things real quick.” You let out a sad huff, turning your attention back to the book and continuing your sketch of the beautiful man in front of you. “I was really upset at first but now I’m just kind of angry. Dude was a dick.”

Colson let out a dry laugh as you took a long sip of wine, “sounds like it. I’m sorry you went through that shit.”

You shrugged, smiling up at him, “if I hadn’t, we wouldn’t be here.”

He chuckled, biting his lip, “guess something good came out of it.”

A blush spread across your cheeks, “oh yeah, the food was amazing.” Your words were full of sarcasm, yet the pout on his face still made you giggle, “I’m joking, loser.”

“You better be miss second-date.” You giggled but didn’t respond, turning back to draw him. It was quiet for a few moments, your pencil tracing along the paper.

He shifted, at which you glared up at him, “I told you you’d get bored.”

With a chuckle he said, “I’m not bored. I get to look at you while you draw, it’s far from boring.” You tried to look annoyed at him but failed miserably at his flattering words. “I was thinking though, since it’s my picture and all, I should get to make some executive decisions.”

You scoffed, “you chose your pose, what else would you like oh great model Colson?”

He rolled his eyes playfully, stretching his arm out to set his glass on the table. “Well, I mentioned that I have some tattoos,” he reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, “you should draw them.”

Once his shirt was fully removed from his body, you couldn’t help but gawk just a little. His entire chest was covered in ink, designs beautifully engraved into his skin. “I was gonna make a joke about this only being our first date but holy shit, these are beautiful.”

He blushed, looking down shyly, ”I was honestly scared you weren’t gonna like them.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, “Seriously? This is so cool. I’m an artist, you really think I’m not gonna like tattoos? Its an art form in itself.”

Colson shrugged, moving back to his pose, expecting you to continue your drawing. Instead, your eyes wandered his torso, taking in every detail of the work. “If you’re lucky,” he commented slyly, “one day I might show you all of them.”

You rolled your eyes with a scoff, moving back into drawing position, “you think you’re so cool.”

A breathy laugh fell from his lips, “I do, actually.”

The two of you continued banter-laced conversation while you drew him, his likeness coming to life on your page. At some point it turned into 3 am, and you were struggling to keep your eyes opened, but you were finished.

“Here.” You turned the book to him, letting him take in your work. He didn’t speak for a few moments, causing worry to build in you. “I mean, it’s no Mona Lisa but-“

“That is fucking amazing.” He cut you off with a wide smile, “you make me look hot.”

You rolled your eyes with a grin, “I’m not going to feed your ego by saying something super lame like “that’s just what you look like,” but I’m glad you like it.” He chuckled at your response, climbing off of the chair to stand in front of you.

“Damn, I was really hoping to get my ego fed tonight.” He grabbed the sketchbook from you and threw it onto the couch next to you before grabbing your hands and pulling you up to stand.

You smiled to yourself, chest shaking with silent laughter, “does the sketch not feed it enough?”

He shook his head, “I need the approval of a really pretty girl to satisfy its hunger.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned up into him, “you gotta work harder than that, Rockstar.” Your words came out breathy against his lips as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

His mouth connected to yours, the kiss deep and passionate. His soft lips meshed perfectly with yours, his hands pulling you up to stand on your tiptoes. Once you pulled away you stayed close to him, breathing in his intoxicating scent. He whispered, “I never thought a blind date could turn out so well.”

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk fluff #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #Colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #colson baker fluff #colson imagine

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marshmallowgoop · 3 years

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[Image description: A screenshot from Case Closed Episode One: The Great Detective Turned Small. Remaking a scene from Episode 49 in the anime series, Shinichi tells a surprised Heiji, “Because, there is always only one truth.” End image description.]

Shinichi: Because, there is always only one truth.

Sometimes I think it’s kinda weird that I like Detective Conan/Case Closed so much. I mean, everyone in the show is, uh, well, human?

My favorite fiction niche is supposed to be “monsters,” gosh darn it.

But one of the things that attracts me to “monster” stories is the idea that appearances aren’t everything. What’s underneath the surface says more about a person than any outside crust that they happened to be born into.

Which is why I’m putting “monster” in quotes here. It’s not actual monsters that I adore. The characters I have such an affinity for are those who may be wrongly perceived as monstrous or unimportant because of what they look like.

And thinking of it that way... I can get why the goofy murder anime appeals to me. After all, the boiled-down plot synopsis is that there’s a detective people don’t take seriously because of what he looks like.

But, yeah. Characters by themselves aren’t what motivate me to fall in love with stories. Portraits are nice, but I can tell you that at least my eyes are gonna find themselves far more drawn to paintings with more people. It’s relationships between characters that get me more invested in a work of fiction than anything else, and I don’t just mean the shippy, romantic, lovey-dovey stuff (though that’s fun, too). My real start into vomiting out novel-length blog posts wasn’t purely because I liked a “monster”—it was because I liked (and will always like!) that “monster’s” partnership and camaraderie with someone else.

So, long story short? Detective Conan may not have “monsters,” but you could say that I still like it so much anyway because, at the end of the day, I greatly enjoy many of the relationships portrayed in its hundreds of episodes. And particularly, with this overly long preamble in mind, I love the relationship between Shinichi/Conan and Heiji. Because while Conan may not be a fish creature or space alien, he is so often not seen for who he really is.

But Heiji... well. He kind of struggles to see Conan for anything but who he really is.

[Image descriptions: Two screenshots from Episode 77 of Detective Conan. In the first image, Heiji stands next to his father and waves, saying, “Heya, Kudo! How ya been?!” In the second image, Kogoro, Ran, and Conan appear shocked. Kogoro shouts, “Hattori Heiji?!” Ran asks, “Kudo?” End image descriptions.]

Heiji: Heya, Kudo! How ya been?!

Kogoro: Hattori Heiji?!

Ran: Kudo?

Which, yes. That Heiji sucks so much at this can be detrimental and troublesome and dangerous. I’m not at all trying to advocate that the guy should go around loudly calling Conan “Kudo.”

But when he’s not doing that, I find his relationship with Shinichi/Conan endlessly endearing. Conan’s so used to lying and pretending to be someone he’s not, but he doesn’t have to with Heiji. He can be himself. They can solve mysteries together as if Shinichi had never crossed paths with the Black Organization at all.

Of course, Conan doesn’t have to pitch up his voice and act silly with other characters in the show, either. And I also like those relationships a lot! And I’ll probably/maybe/someday write more about them in the future, too. But while I’m focusing on Heiji, one thing that gets me is just how quick he is at looking beyond appearances. Even before Heiji realizes Conan’s true identity, even when he’d only really met Shinichi once but finds himself absolutely enamored of him regardless (see the top of this post), Heiji still doesn’t take much time at all to recognize Shinichi’s intellect in Conan, and he treats Conan much like he’d treat the guy he desperately wants to see:

[Image descriptions: Screenshots from Episode 58 of Detective Conan. In the first image, Heiji, with a troubled expression on his face, says, “Yeah, but something’s not quite right.” In the second image, Conan is shown beside Heiji. Heiji adds, “Right, boy?” Conan agrees, saying, “Yeah.” End image descriptions.]

Heiji: Yeah, but something’s not quite right. Right, boy?

Conan: Yeah.

And, I mean. This is before Heiji even explicitly and consciously suspects that Conan and Shinichi are one and the same. He just knows the kid’s smart and figures that “Kogoro’s” deductions are actually coming from someone dozens of centimeters smaller.

Which... I really like. It’s undoubtedly sweet that Heiji then immediately makes the connection to Shinichi after Conan explains his thoughts...

[Image description: A screenshot from Episode 58 of Detective Conan. Ran scolds Conan for getting involved in the current case while Heiji, offscreen, thinks to himself, “His voice and body are different, but he’s almost just like Kudo!” End image description.]

Heiji (thinking): His voice and body are different, but he’s almost just like Kudo!

But I love that even prior to the Shinichi link, Heiji doesn’t discourage Conan. I love that no matter how young Conan seems, Heiji understands that he has good things to say and should be listened to.

I mean. That is kinda part of why I like my “monster” niche so much.

(I’m also fond of an anime-only filler episode (36) that explores this topic in more depth, but that’s an essay for another day. Still, maybe another reason I’m so fond of Detective Conan is because I can relate to being babied... but admittedly, that’s at least as much to do with my personality as it is my looks.)

Anyway. This post’s gotten much longer than I intended. But I do wanna talk about one more thing that really cements this “looking beyond the surface” aspect of Shinichi/Conan’s relationship with Heiji, and that’s Heiji’s bad dream described in Episode 118:

[Image descriptions: Screenshots from Episode 118 of Detective Conan. The first image is a close-up shot of Heiji. He says, “I had a bad dream...” The next two images zoom out, showing Heiji’s back and Conan beside him. In the second image, Conan asks, “Dream?” Heiji replies, “Yeah. It happens when we catch a bad guy.” In the third image, Heiji finishes, “But he winds up stabbing and killing you instead!” End image descriptions.]

Heiji: I had a bad dream...

Conan: Dream?

Heiji: Yeah. It happens when we catch a bad guy. But he winds up stabbing and killing you instead!

In Funimation’s English dub, Heiji even tries to further play off how much the dream bothered him, joking, “Like you could ever catch a suspect!”

But it becomes clear later in the episode that Heiji never dreamed of Conan getting stabbed and killed, even if that’s what almost happens near the end. Heiji’s nightmare involved only Shinichi getting hurt:

[Image description: A screenshot from Episode 118 of Detective Conan. Conan has his hand on his face in thought, while in the background, Heiji imagines Shinichi in pain, clutching a bloody wound on his chest. End image description.]

Because, in the end? That’s how Heiji always sees the guy. As himself.

And I absolutely adore it.

#detective conan #case closed #heiji hattori #shinichi kudo #conan edogawa #ramblings #long post #spoilers #detco spoilers #blood #injury #not to be personal on main but i've been really upset about work so i tried to write something #because i guess i used to do that when i felt bad #idk how though it's embarrassing how long this took to write idk what i'm doing but anyway i love them and hope this makes sense

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goddesswritings · 3 years

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Sins of Lovers - Colby Brock | Part Two

Title: Sins of Lovers – Part Two: Drunk in Love

Pairing: Colby x Reader

Summary: Y/n has had a crush on Colby since middle school and now it’s ten years later when he comes back into her life. He’s back in the most unexpected way and the most unexpected of things happens between the two of them.

Word Count: 4.6 k

Warnings: Smut, angsty parental situations, fluff.

MASTERLIST

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<< PART ONE

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” A voice said from beside you. You groaned and rolled over, not ready to get up yet. “Come on, we have to get going soon.” They said while poking your shoulder.

“Just a few more minutes.” You mumbled, snuggling further into the bed.

“Well if you want to look decent for dinner, I suggest you wake up now.” It was then when everything came back to you.

“Alright, I’m up.” You finally cracked your eyes open to see Colby standing beside the bed with a goofy grin on his face. You’d be lying if you said that wasn’t attractive.

“Good, did you have a nice nap?” He questioned stepping away from the bed as you sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

“Yeah, it was decent. What time is it?”

“6:45.” His face was completely serious.

“What!” You jumped from bed and rushed to your bags, rummaging through them to find something suitable for dinner. “You should have woken me up earlier!.”

Colby burst out laughing, making you look at him in confusion. “What’s so funny?” You questioned.

“It’s only 5:45. I’m just joking with you.” He said making you sigh in relief before sending him a playful glare.

“A funny joke.” You said, making it sound like you were mad.

“Don’t get mad, I just like messing around with people.”

You chuckled and shook your head. “I’m not mad. It’s actually pretty funny. But now I’m going to get ready.” You didn’t have to rush around, but you still got ready pretty quickly and by 6:50, the two of you were both ready and headed out the door.

Your parents were standing in the lobby with their hands entwined, they also seemed to be in conversation. You stopped in front of them and your mother was the first one to see both of you.

“Hey kids, did you get settled into your room?” She questioned as Colby’s dad turned to see you two.

“Yep, Y/n here, took a nice nap.” He said sending you a wink.

“I hope it was good..” She spoke while smiling over at you.

“For sure.” Was all you said, sending her a bittersweet smile. You knew she didn’t really care if you had a nice nap or not.

“Well let’s go catch our reservation, shall we?” The two adults led you two through the fancy hotel, towards the five-star restaurant they had on site. Colby and you quietly followed them, you were led into the restaurant and seated at a four seater booth. You were right next to Colby, which kind of made you nervous. You were still shocked you would be sharing a hotel room with him.

Both parents were happily involved in a conversation that didn’t include you or Colby, so you were just sitting there and watching them ramble on about some useless topic.

“This sucks.” Colby mumbled under his breath.

“It really does.” You agreed, bored out of your mind here. Why were you both there if they weren’t going to actually include you in the conversations.

Your mother looked up to find you glaring at her. “What’s wrong, Y/n?” She questioned also taking in Colby’s expression. The two of you were not happy at all.

“This dinner is boring. You and John haven’t spoken to us once.” You stated while crossing your arms in front of your chest. You glanced over to catch Colby watching you closely.

“Well I’m sorry if we’re boring you, but we would like to have dinner as a family.” The word made you cringe so hard. You all were not a family and you didn’t ever want to see that happen. You still had strong feelings for Colby.

“Don’t say family.” Colby said, feeling the same way you did.

His dad gave him a strict look and your mom was frowning at you. “You two are dismissed. We expect you fix your attitude problems by tomorrow.” His dad said.

Colby was up before you could think and he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him, out of the stuffy, too expensive restaurant. “I think we should go out for the night.”

You tried not to focus on the fact that he was holding your hand, but that was near impossible. “Where are we going?” You questioned as we exited the hotel.

“There’s a club a couple blocks away, and I figured we could both use a night out.” He said not letting go of your hand. It honestly sounded so much better than sitting in a restaurant being extras on both your parents date.

“That sounds good to me. I think some drinks and dancing will be fun.” You said as you both crossed the street while he still had a firm grip on your hand.

“Anything is better than being around our parents.” You two stopped in front of a club. It was a very posh looking club and the line to get in wasn’t that long. You both were quiet as the line moved swiftly. In no time, you both were inside the club and he was leading you to the expansive bar at the back of the club. He ordered drinks.

Your two drinks were placed in front of you both and you took yours happily. Colby was the same, he practically downed that first drink, ordering another almost immediately. He actions were making you giggle as you continued to sip your drink, which you finished quite quickly as well. You ordered another drink as well.

While you took a drink, Colby’s eyes were watching you closely. His sexy smirk was apparent as he leaned in close, so that his mouth was next to your ear. “Don’t get too drunk on me, Y/n.” His voice was turning you on majorly, and you didn’t know what to do with it.

You sent him a cheeky smile and leaned into him as well. “But what if I want to get drunk, Colby?”

His raised an eyebrow at me. “Well then, I guess we will get drunk together.”

The two of you stayed beside each other while you had a few drinks. You both were actually conversing, and it was nice. After five or six drinks, Colby took your hand in his and pulled you off to the over-crowded dance floor. Suddenly his hands found your waist and he pulled you close, until your body was flush with his.

“What are you doing?” You questioned savoring the feeling of his hands on your body. You’d never been this close to Colby and you fucking loved it.

“I’m enjoying my night. Are you?” His hot breath was in your ear as the two of you moved to whatever song was playing. You honestly were only focused on him.

“I sure am.” Your arms were now wrapped around him, holding you even closer to his body. You could feel every ridge of his body against yours.

Both of you were grinding up against each other as the music played in the background. His hazel eyes had captured yours in an intense moment as you held each other close. This was fucking unreal to you, but the two of you were so caught up from the alcohol and you allowed it to happen.

“Fuck, baby girl. You feel amazing against me.” His voice had grown deeper with what you could assume was lust.

“I like it.”

“You don’t know how happy I was to see you at that dinner at your house. You��ve been on my mind for a long time.”

“Why was I on your mind?”

“Are you kidding me, baby. I fucking adored you in high school, but I was too much of an asshole from the divorce to face my feelings.”

Did he really just say that?

“Really?”

“Yes, I’m telling you the truth. I’ve felt like complete shit these past few years knowing I treated you like shit because of Paige. I know you probably hate me, and I completely understand….”

You cut him off by standing up on your tippy toes and pressing your lips to his. At first he didn’t move but after a few seconds he started to kiss back. His lips felt amazing pressed against yours and the sparks were undeniable. It just felt so right, and you know he felt it too. No one else in the club mattered to you two, you were just completely lost in each other and the kiss.

After a while, the two of you pulled away to catch your breath. The two of you were still right up against each other and you could feel everything. You could feel the fact that this kiss aroused Colby majorly and you liked it a lot.

With his hands still on your waist, he leaned down to your ear again. “Would you like to get out of here?” There was promise in his eyes.

“Yes please.” You answered as his hand was wrapped firmly in yours again. It just felt like it belonged there, and you loved that.

You both exited the club and you felt giddy at this point as he led you through the streets. Once you were a block from the club, he gently pushed you against the wall and attached his lips to yours in an eager kiss. You savored the feeling and wound your hands into his soft hair, pulling him close as he claimed you in the sweetest way possible.

Several people were on the street, but none of you seemed to care at the moment. It was only Colby and you. You two were the only ones who mattered, and you preferred it that way.

“Come on, let’s get back to the hotel.” He mumbled against your lips and you nodded, wanting to be completely alone with him. You needed him and he knew it well. You think he needed you as much as you needed him.

He took your hand and led you through the streets, towards the large resort hotel. It was something like 1 or 2 in the morning, so when you and Colby entered the lobby, there weren’t many people milling about. You entered the elevator and Colby’s lips were on yours once again.

The two of you made out while the elevator moved towards your floor. When the elevator dinged, the both of you separated before the doors slid open. Luckily, there was no one on the other side or even in the hallway.

“Come on baby, we’re almost there.” His voice was deep and full of lust. It was a huge turn on. You both quickly made your way to the room and he was quick to unlock it. He led you into the room and pushed you against the door, taking your lips with his again.

The kiss was intense, and you had wrapped yourself up in him, as he pressed you into the wall and smothered you with his kisses. It was an intense moment.

“Y/n, I need you.” He panted as he leaned his forehead onto yours to catch his breathe.

“I want you.” You answered while pressing your lips back into his. He lifted you up and carried you across the room, setting you on the bed all while still kissing you.

You made a move to remove his shirt, and he quickly pulled it from his body. Your lips didn’t separate for long while the two of you took turns removing your clothes. He was quick to help you remove your dress, leaving the two of you in your underwear.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked in concern.

“I want this more than anything.” That was all he needed because he reached behind you and unclasped your bra and pulled it off. His eyes were immediately glued to your breasts that were heaving beneath him.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He then attacked you with more kisses, focusing on moving his kisses lower and down your neck. He continued to kiss your skin until he reached one of your sensitive nipples. “So fucking perfect.” He breathed as his mouth closed over the nipple to lightly suck on them, to tease you.

Both your bottom halves were pressed together as he suckled your nipples and causing you to whimper. You could feel his cock was hard and ready for you, and you were dying to feel it inside of you.

“Shit Cole, I need you. Please I need you right now.” You whined as you pressed your soaking heat up against his raging erection.

“Is baby girl wet for me?”

You bit your lip and nodded. “I’m so wet for you, please fuck me.” You moaned as he bit down on one of your nipples, bringing out more pleasure.

Colby continued to tease your breasts as one of his hands traveled down your body and between you. His hand slid beneath your panties and he groaned when he felt how soaking wet you were.

“Fuck, you’re wet. Shit I need more.” He pulled his hand from your panties and sucked your glistening juices from his fingers. “And you taste like heaven. Shit, I wanna eat that pussy.”

You were so worked up beneath him at this point. “That’s so hot.”

“Mark my words, I’m gonna eat this pussy, just not today. I can’t wait any longer because my cock is about to explode.” He reached down and pulled your panties off. It took him even less time to remove his underwear.

He paused for a second and made his way to his wallet and pulled out a condom. He was quick to remove it from the package and slide the rubber onto his hard cock. Once that was on, Colby was quick to place himself at your entrance. He pressed a passionate kiss to your lips as he pushed into you, filling you up fully.

You wrapped your arms around Colby and pulled him closer as he began to thrust himself into you. The feeling was something you didn’t know you needed. The two of you continued to kiss as Colby’s hips collided with yours in the most passionate way. It was hard to believe you were actually here having sex with Colby, the guy you’d crushed on since forever. You wanted to believe that this wasn’t just happening because of the alcohol.

“Colby, oh my god.” You moaned as his pace got a little quicker.

“You like that, baby?” His voice was deep with lust as his lips closed in onto the skin on your neck.

“Yes, fuck. You’re so good.” You were biting your lip as he sucked on the sensitive spots of your neck and thrust his beautiful cock in and out of your wet pussy. The sounds that could be heard, were absolutely primal as he fucked you into the mattress.

“I like it when you moan my name, baby.” His nipped at your neck, causing a series of whimpers to fall from your mouth.

“I love the way you fuck me, Ahhh.” He cut off your scream by attaching your lips in another one of those passionate kisses he seemed to love giving.

“You’re so sexy.” The kiss was broken, and Colby buried his face into your neck and let out these sexy as fuck low moans as he felt your walls tightening around his shaft. “Are you trying to make me cum fast, baby?”

You shook your head as you gripped onto him tightly, wrapping your legs around him which allowed him to hit you in a much deeper position. You moaned loudly as his cock brushed past your g-spot. Colby could tell he was giving you a lot of pleasure and that made him feel really good.

“Don’t hold back for me, baby girl. Let go for me.” He coaxed as he slowed the pace to make his thrusts more precise and to focus on the spot he knew would send you over the edge. “Cum for me, Y/n. I want to feel your pussy clench around my poor cock. Cum around me, yeah?”

His words pushed you over the edge, and you tugged at his hair as the orgasm hit you head on. Colby was growing close too, so he continued to push the two of you closer to the edge. Your body was shaking from all the undeniable pleasure you were feeling from the mind-blowing orgasm Colby had given you.

“Fuck, cum for me Colby.” You moaned to his ear, wanting to feel him reach his end too.

“Anything for you, baby.” He groaned as he let his orgasm take over him and you felt him spill his warm seed into the condom inside of you. It caused added pleasure to your waning orgasm and seemed to renew the feeling for you. Your hips thrust into his as you rode through your amazing highs. Your nails were digging into his shoulders as both your bodies shook and overcame the absolute pleasure that had been created.

“Fuck, oh fuck Y/n. That was so fucking hot.” Colby’s voice was much softer now and he’d stopped moving and just stayed still inside of you as your body went through the last shocks of your climax.

“It was.” You whispered as you started to unwind yourself from his body. Colby lightly set you onto the bed, and gingerly pulled his softening cock from your well-fucked pussy. Colby was quick to move and dispose of the condom before returning back to you as you laid on the bed catching your breath.

“Would you like to join me in the shower?” He asked softly as he eyed you lying naked on the bed.

“I would love that.” You held up a hand and he helped you up from the bed. You had a feeling you would be sore in the morning from the intense fucking you’d received. You followed him to the luxurious bathroom we. He started the huge shower and allowed it to warm up.

Once the shower was warm enough for the two of you, he gently pulled you into the shower. He shoved you against the wall and kissed you again, this time he’d taken his time with this kiss and showed you the kiss meant more to him then you’d thought. No words needed to be exchanged between the two of you as you washed each other. He was sweet and absolutely perfect through it all.

After the shower, he led you back to the room and he pulled a pair of boxers from his suitcase and threw you one of his band shirts. You quickly slipped it over your head as you watched him pull the boxers on. Then he pulled you into the other bed, the one you both hadn’t fucked on and cuddled you close. Sleep overcame the both of you almost immediately.

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The morning came around and you expected to have a headache and for Colby to not be next to you anymore, but you were wrong on both of those. The only inkling you had that you’d drank, was the slight grogginess you felt. You were surprised to find that Colby was still asleep with his arms happily wrapped around you. It felt nice.

You relaxed into his arms and just let your body fully wake up. When he started to stir next to you, you turned to face him. He cracked his eyes open, saw you, and smiled really wide.

“Good morning, gorgeous girl.” He mumbled as he pulled you close and rested his forehead on yours.

“Good morning, sexy man.” You replied while you leaned up to kiss his cheek.

He intertwined your fingers and it felt like the most wonderful thing in the world. Being close and having this type of intimacy that you’d always craved. Having it with Colby was just fantastic.

“Do you regret last night?” He questioned while looking into your eyes.

“I could never regret something so amazing.” You replied, snuggling closer to him.

The smile never left his face. “I couldn’t agree more. Look y/n, I like you a lot and I have for what feels like forever.”

“Wait really?” Hearing this made your heart beat fast.

“Yeah, why?”

“Because I’ve had a crush on you forever now. Well since middle school.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I don’t know but it never went away.”

“Even went I treated you like shit when I was with Paige?”

“Even then.” You confirmed.

“You’re incredible and I don’t deserve you.”

“Of course you deserve me!” Colby chuckled and just basked into the happiness and intimacy you both were feeling at the moment. The two of you stayed like that for a good while until his phone rang behind him. He groaned and reached for it.

You stayed quiet and listened to him talk to whoever it was. He rolled his eyes when they said something. You had a feeling it was his dad. The conversation ended and he hung up the phone and threw it back onto the side table.

“Who was that?” You questioned pulling him back to me.

“My father. He and your mother want to meet us for lunch in half an hour.” He explained and both you groaned.

“Why do we have to attend their dates with them? Can’t they leave us alone?”

“I wish they would. Come on baby girl, we should get ready. I left two killer hickies on your neck.” He touched them and you had chills.

“Okay.” The two of you unhappily got out of bed and ready for this dumb lunch we had to go to.

Some time later and some makeup to cover the pretty noticeable hickies, Colby and you were in the lobby waiting for both your parents. You both had taken a seat in the couches next to each other.

“Good afternoon, kids.” His father said as he and your mom joined you two.

“Hello.” You both mumbled to them.

“You two look like you slept in. Where did you go last night?” Your mom questioned.

“Not important. Are we ready for lunch?” Colby grumbled.

“Yes, it’s just a short walk down the street.” Colby didn’t even wait for us before walking away. You quickly got up to follow the moody guy.

The two of you walked in front of your parents after they told you which way to go. You were silent when both of you heard your mom gasp.

“Colby, where did you get those scratches?” She asked.

You both stopped short. You looked up to find that Colby had some nail scratches visible on his upper arm. Shit.

“Susanne, it’s clear my son went out and found some slut to hook up with. I hope he at least didn’t bring her back to the room to wake Y/n up.” He grumbled sounding mad.

“Do you really think I’m like that?” Colby asked his father, trying to keep his anger at bay.

“Colby, we all know you would do that. You haven’t exactly changed since high school.”

Colby glared at his father.

“What time did Colby come in last night, y/n?” You couldn’t understand why his father was being like this.

“Um 2?” You couldn’t tell them we came home together, could you?

“Jesus christ, Colby. You have got to stop sleeping around. One day you’re going to knock one of this girls up.”

You heard Colby growl. “For the last time, father. I was never out sleeping around. I was with my band practicing. I leave the sleeping around to you.” He said before turning away from all of you and walking off. You sent his father a glare and followed Colby. You so desperately wanted to grab his hand and soothe his anger, but your parents couldn’t see that.

All of you reached the restaurant and were led to a table out in the garden. Colby and you sat beside each other while your parents occupied the opposite side of the table. Everyone was quiet as drinks and food was ordered. Colby had slipped his hand into yours under the table.

The food came and you all idly conversed about meaningless shit. You noticed John was acting weird and you had a bad feeling about it. He was fidgeting and couldn’t keep his eyes off your mother.

He was quick to order desert for her. Colby and you exchanged a look. John started rambling about how much he loved my mom and how much he loved that we had all come together as a family for this trip. You had a bad feeling about this. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach and your grip on Colby’s hand got tighter.

“Susanne, I know we haven’t known each other long, but I feel something for you. We have this unspoken connection and it’s made me so happy. I never thought I would find myself falling for another woman so hard, but here we are.” He laughed and stood up.

Your anxiety grew tenfold.

“Look, what I’m trying to say is. Susanne, I love you with all my heart and I want to marry you.” He pulled a box from his pocket and dropped down onto one knee. “Will you marry me?”

You felt like you were going to be sick.

Your mothers face lit up and she jumped from her seat. “Yes! Of course I will marry you!” She pulled him into a kiss before he slid the ring onto her finger.

The urge to puke had overcome your body and Colby could see this.

“I-i’ll be right back.” You mumbled before shooting up from the table and running off in search of the bathroom. You quickly found it and expelled your lunch into the toilet before you sank to the floor and let your emotions get the best of you.

You were glad no one else was in the bathroom to witness your breakdown, but you bawled your eyes out and heaved into the toilet. The feeling passed but the tears still fell.

A knock sounded on the door before the person just rushed into the bathroom. “Y/n, are okay?” It was Colby.

You wiped your mouth and flushed the toilet before standing up and opening the stall door. Colby frowned when he saw your appearance. You grumbled and pushed past him to rinse your mouth and wash your hands.

“Are you okay?” He was watching you in the mirror.

“No, I’m not. That was a lot to take out there.” You admitted once again feeling worked up. Colby and you just confessed your feelings for each other and now your parents were engaged. What a cruel sick joke.

“I’m sorry.” He pulled you into his arms. “It surprised me too. I didn’t expect him to do that.”

“Colby, what are we going to do?” You looked up at his handsome face.

“We will figure it out. But we’re not going to let it stop us. I like you so much, y/n, and I’m not going to let that dumb engagement stop me from pursuing that girl I like.” He kissed your cheek.

“Okay.” You mumbled.

“Let me take you back to the hotel?” You just nodded and you both left the bathroom. The two of you stopped at the table to see your mom and John looked upset.

“What the hell was that y/n!?” She growled at you.

“She’s not feeling well. I’m going to take her back to the hotel.” Colby said before leading you out of the restaurant. You knew your mom was going to give you hell about this later, but for now you wanted to get away from her and be alone with Colby.

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raointean · 3 years

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Young Justice Prompt (Part 1)

I’ve been reading a lot of those “Wally is abused at home but nobody knows” fanfictions because I love hurt/comfort. I’ve also been obsessed with Shazam recently. Hence, this prompt.

Wally is very good at masking what’s going on at home with his goofy exterior but one time, when Captain Marvel is “den mothering”, he notices something is up. Billy bounced around the foster system for years before giving up and running away, so he’s seen his fair share of abusive homes and has even used some of the masking techniques that Wally’s using.

He pulls Wally aside once they’re not doing anything and asks him if everything is alright at home. Wally laughs nervously and tries to brush it off but that only solidifies Billy’s suspicions.

Billy lies and says that he believes him but he also says that he grew up in the foster system and has seen his share of bad homes so if Wally ever want to talk about something...

He turns to go but Wally makes a split second decision and tells him to wait. Wally says that things aren’t actually okay at home. He tells Billy about how his father is an abusive asshole and his mother doesn’t do anything to stop it.

Billy asks if his uncle knows. Wally says no, he’s too ashamed to admit it and he doesn’t know how to tell him. Billy tells him that he shouldn’t be ashamed; there’s a special kind of strength required to survive and succeed in spite of abuse. Billy also offers to help him tell Barry. He also tells Wally that there is absolutely no way he’s going home. Since the Flash is currently on a mission, he can stay in the cave.

The next day, Flash’s mission is over with and Captain Marvel tells him he’s needed at the cave. Barry speeds over and raids the fridge before finding Captain Marvel. He stops pretty quickly because he’s never seen Cap look so serious. Billy tells Barry that Wally has something he needs to tell him.

Wally beats around the bush for a minute, not quite sure what to say, but he eventually gets to the point and tells Barry everything. Barry is horrified to learn what his brother-in-law has been doing to his own son. As soon as he gets over his shock he is PISSED! But he pushes it down for the time being because his nephew needs him to be calm.

He tells Wally that he’s proud of him for telling him and that he and Iris will absolutely take him in. Wally is surprised. He thought for sure his Uncle B would be mad.

That evening, Rudolph and Mary West are arrested for child abuse and, after a quick background check and inspection, custody of Wally West is transferred to the Allens. Wally is given a week off from Young Justice duties to adjust. He only wishes he could repay Captain Marvel. Little does he know, his chance is closer than he thinks.

#young justice #justice league #wally west #kid flash #barry allen #the flash #billy batson #captain marvel #shazam #dc #mentions of child abuse #hurt/comfort #billy tries to help #and actually succeeds

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fairyrosepetals · 3 years

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Due to quarantine, I’ve been feeling pretty touch starved due to to the lack of hugs my friends and I would usually give each other.

Covid is a curse for naturally affectionate people like me :/

So enjoy some headcanons I wrote for some of our boys who had finally achieved the role of boyfriend!

Sweet home as types of boyfriends (M)

Hyun Cha

Hyun as a boyfriend gives me very chill/tired boyfriend vibes.

As in, he’s the kind of boyfriend who loves you softly. Someone who appreciates you in their own discreet way. Whether it be soft forehead kisses, or just very tight hugs.

Very relaxed dates. These dates would include laying on the couch cuddling, with rain pouring in the background.

Another date Idea would be just watching your favorite movies together in bed, eating your favorite snacks and candies.

His nicknames would include

Babe, babygirl/boy, love of my life, My light, Angel

His kisses are very hesitant and gentle, almost as if you’ll break or you’ll run away from him. Once you kiss him, and he knows you’re not going anywhere, his kisses become desperate, like you’ll disappear. Soon though, his kisses show how much he truly feels with you around :)

PDA doesn’t include a whole lot, mainly because he feels self conscious when he’s around someone as amazing as you. He feels like you deserve someone a lot better. Most likely just hand holding in public. However, in closed doors you bet you can get as many hugs and kisses as you want, whenever you want, 25/8

Now, at 18, you OBVIOUSLY don’t have a lot of money unless you’re rich. When it comes to gifts, I think he’d pay attention to your favorite foods, or maybe your current obsession, and base his gifts off that.

He LOVES to rant to you about Maria In The Sky!! Or just his hyperfixations in general when it isn’t Maria. Which isn’t likely. He gets this certain spark in his eyes when he talks about the things he’s interested in, which brings a certain life to him.

Now, depression DOES take a toll on people. This can leave a strain on relationships especially. If you’re willing to put in the extra effort, he would greatly appreciate it. He makes sure to show you his appreciation by making sure he ate a little extra more that day, made sure to change out into a new set of clothes, and overall just ways to show that he’s taking care of himself.

Overall, he loves you dearly, and greatly appreciates the love and support you give him. Trust me, he’s not letting you go any time soon.

Hyuk Lee

Hyuk as a boyfriend gives me very CHAOTIC vibes!!

He’s the kind of boyfriend to show his love by joking A LOT with you, with lots of teasing, playful name calling, and overall just rough housing.

There was definitely a moment where yall took roughhousing too far and you got bopped in the nose. Hyuk couldn’t bare to look you in the face after the many times you said you were fine.

Hyuk’s nicknames would include

Lemon cardboard Homie, Baby, Babe, Big head, DEFINITELY Megatron just to fuck with you

Hyuk’s kisses would be goofy and just kind of smiley, and maybe even a little sloppy. As in, he would be gently holding your face in his hands, but would be smiling or laughing as he tries to kiss you because he is just so unbelievably happy. This causes the kisses to definitely not be perfect, but they’re just filled with so much happiness that you can’t help but smile or laugh with him.

Just like Hyun, there isn’t a lot of PDA. Not because he’s self-conscious, mainly because he feels like you know how much he actually loves you without having to be too touchy in front of everyone. If you just so happen to want a kiss or maybe just hold hands, he’s all up for it. Just make sure to ask otherwise he will have no clue what you want.

Dates would include going to the arcade!! DEFINITELY would drag you over to that dancing game just to have an excuse to be closer to you!

Another date idea would just be 1 am trips to 7/11 and grabbing a slushee and your favorite snack, and maybe going to a remote area and laying on the hood of your car and go stargazing.

When it comes to dating Hyuk, you also gotta care for his sister. They are a PACKAGE DEAL. He understands that it’s a big responsibility to dump onto someone, but he’s responsible for her well-being. So if you don’t like her, that’s the ultimate deal breaker for Hyuk. If that’s not the case, he’ll be happy to see you two getting along.

Being a surrogate father for someone who was so young really puts a damper on your mentality. So just show your support for him, whether it be big or small. If you are quick to befriend Eun, his heart will warm at the sight of the two people he loves most enjoying each other’s company.

Ihyun Jo

Ihyun gives me very flirty/romantic boyfriend vibes. I say this due to his two personalities, which include his chaotic and more gentler side. I can see him being very flirty with an SO, that showers them in pick up lines that could make your face go red while also being sincerely romantic, enough to make you swoon from how sweet he’s being.

He’s the kind of boyfriend to hold your face in his hands, and gently cover your face in kisses or just stare lovingly into your eyes. This would also include whispering flirtatious comments in your ear, just to see you embarrassed from his words and make you blush.

With his flirty side, I can definitely see him as bit possessive, which can include possessive touches such as putting his hand on your waist or gently grabbing your chin to look at him when you look away.

Ihyun’s nicknames would include

Baby, hot stuff, princess/prince, Angel, wifey/hubby

Ihyun’s kisses can go two different ways depending on his current mood. The 1st way is sweet and sincere, where his kisses are soft and filled with such warmth and love. This creates such a loving feeling, where he carefully holds your face in his hands and treats you with gentleness. The 2nd way is his kisses feeling lustful, and a little rough. Though, this only means his kisses are firey and more passionate, holding you close by your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck.

DEFINITELY PDA. He is VERY touchy. Not in a way to make others around you uncomfortable, but more like he always has to be touching you in some way to ground himself. This includes hand holding, putting a hand on your waist or around your neck. When it’s just you two, it’s almost like he’s a second shadow, always carding a hand through your hair or just hugging you and resting his chin atop your head.

In more normal settings, I can definitely see him taking you out on the classic amusement park date. I’m talking rollercoasters, obviously rigged carnival games, cotton candy, and of course, the classic Ferris wheel ride.

Of course, I gotta throw in a classic beach date too. He is DEFINITELY the type of boyfriend to throw you into the sea, ONLY IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH IT AND CAN SWIM THO. If not, he is totally cool with just annoying you by splashing, or just overall being a general nuisance. Definitely has a soft spot for building sand castles with you :)

He may have the occasional sarcastic comment to share or just be annoying just to bug you, but he really does love you. He knows having MPD makes things harder in a relationship, but he appreciates you helping him when it comes to medication, episodes, and other ailments that occur. If there are types when he feels sad, he would love nothing more than to just lay on the couch, and rest his head in your lap as you run your hand through his hair.

Jayhun

Jayhun DEFINITELY strikes me as a SOFT BOYFRIEND. An ANGEL BOYFRIEND. A man you can DEPEND on. HUSBAND MATERIAL.

When I say soft, I mean he just absolutely SHOWERS you in love. You NEVER go a day without at least one hug or kiss, because he wants you to know how much he truly loves you. He’s the kind of boyfriend to do classic, gentlemanly things such as open doors for you, sit you down and scoot your chair in for you, and overall just be a sweetheart.

His dates would most likely be more domestic. I could definitely see him as doing the classic at home dinner date, being in the kitchen and cooking your favorite food, or if you like going out to eat more, definitely a restaurant on the nicer side. Being a teacher can leave him a bit busy sometimes, so he’s not opposed to just ordering take out, putting on a movie, and just enjoying your company as you lean against him. :)

Jayhun’s nicknames include

Sweetheart, honey, darling, love, angel

Jayhun’s kisses are the epitome of sweet and warm. Of course, he would only kiss you if he asked and made sure you were okay with it. If you said yes, he would make sure to hold you close, whether it be gently holding your face in his hands, or just placing his hands on your hips, he makes sure to put all his love into each kiss.

When it comes to PDA, he definitely strikes me as old fashioned. You know those elderly couples that have been married for 50+ years and STILL act like they’re in their honeymoon phase? That’s you and Jayhun. Kisses on the cheek, hand holding, brushing hair out of your face, and just staring at you with so much love that catching him can make you feel how strong his love is for you.

There are times when he’s forgotten to take lunch, so being the greatest SO ever, you make sure to bring it to him at school. His students LOVE YOU. They can’t believe their teacher bagged someone as great as you, and constantly bug Jayhun about you and when you’ll come visit again. They have a bet on how long it will take to get him to propose.

A bouquet of your favorite flowers, your favorite candies, and even just writing little sticky notes in places you see them before he goes to work, he just wants you to know he will always love and appreciate you no matter what.

I want to say that because of his religion, he kinda hopes you share the same beliefs as him. However, he is not opposed if you don’t, he still loves you all the same. In fact, if you follow a totally different religion, I feel like he would be interested in learning what your practices are, and how he could make you feel more welcomed during your relationship. 💕

Wook Pyeon

“My boyfriend can kick your ass” HELLA vibes from this man.

When I say this, I mean he’s very protective of you, and is even afraid to be in your presence half the time due to his height and build. He’s the kind of boyfriend to benchpress you for a work out, but also the kind of boyfriend to get flustered when you kiss his forehead.

There’s no fuckin way you could reach his height unless you’re THAT TALL, but if you do, he’s more likely to be less careful around you, and be more willing to hold you close to him and not be afraid of accidentally hurting you. If you’re a SHORTY?? Like me then this poor man is on pins and needles. Even if you’re tough, this man is afraid of hurting you and will never forgive himself if his elbow whacked you in the forehead.

Shorty protector

Dates with Wook Pyeon consist of constantly patching him up when he’s injured. Seriously, does this man never have a bruise on his body? If he’s not injured, he’s definitely stressed or very tense, and would not be opposed to taking a warm bath with you. Not even to have sex, but more just to make your hair into a giant spike with soap, or have bubble beards that leave you holding your stomachs from laughter. Just wholesome goofing off. :)

Wook’s nicknames would include

Honey, baby, babe, sweetheart, *shorter rendition of your name*, little shit (If you’re a menace to him constantly)

I feel like this man’s kisses can vary. Though the one thing they have in common, is that he makes sure that you know that he loves you. They can range from quick “Gotta go to work” kisses, to kisses that make you melt from the amount of love you feel from them. Even if maybe that moment you two have fought and he suddenly has to go, and if you’ll let him of course, he’ll make sure to give you the sweetest kiss he can muster. Dealing with criminals can be dangerous, and he would never want to go to work and have something happen, knowing you both left angry at one another.

PDA for him is hesitant. It’s not that he doesn’t like it, but he gets very shy and flustered about it. If you hold his hand while he’s talking to someone, his brain will start to malfunction and his face will slowly turn a shade of pink. This includes kisses anywhere on his face, or just a small kiss to his knuckles while holding his hand. In other words, for a big guy like himself, he is quite timid when it comes to initiating PDA.

He may be a little rough around the edges, but he tries his best to be romantic. Though, he tends to do it in more smaller ways. Working in the police force has unreasonable hours, so lots of little sticky notes around the house with cute love notes, little heart doodles, and just overall tiny reminders are his love language, or just making you a quick breakfast and storing it for later before leaving to work.

When he gets laid off, please do your best not to be angry with him. If it turns out he was the only one to be bringing money on the table for your own reasons, he would be so disappointed in himself for not being able to support you. If it turns out he now has to rely on you and your job, he would feel as if he’s a leech while you work harder until he can find a new source of income, so please reassure him that everything will be alright.

He of course, will do his own fair share of chores around the house in order to relieve the work load off of you.

When it comes to smoking, that is definitely a problem. Even if you don’t mind it, secondhand smoking can greatly affect your health as well. If you are an asthmatic, he definitely will try to quit for you. Even if you aren’t, it eventually dawns on him that his smoking is slowly hurting you, and doesn’t want you to be breathing that gunk in. It will be a hard journey, but just support him and keep him in check for the transition, and he’ll do his best to keep you happy and out of harm’s way.

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planetsano · 4 years

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summary: Bakugou can't roller skate so he sulks while watching his friends have fun without him. That's when he sees a very beautiful girl called (Name) and just can't stop staring at her. Kirishima notices Bakugou’s little crush and .. some cute chaos ensues.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

warning(s): cursing.

“I don't even know why the fuck we're here anyway..” Bakugou grumbled angrily. He was as bitter as ever watching his friends lace up their roller skates hastily. All of them were excited to hit the wooden floor and do some rounds around the rink, all of them except for Bakugou of course.

“Come on, man. It'll be fun.” Kirishima encouraged him with a smile. Bakugou rolled his eyes and dismissed him with a lazy wave of the hand. The truth is, Bakugou didn't know how to skate. He's never tried it in his life and he'd rather break his own leg than to humiliate himself in front of a whole venue of people.

So instead, he sipped on a strawberry milkshake in the 50’s themed diner the place offered as a lounge area. Bakugou had a clear view of the venue. He found the rainbow neon lights and funky patterns to be tacky but he could see the appeal, it did feel very retro. Looking on, Bakugou spotted Mina laughing at Kirishima, who seemed to have fallen flat on his ass. That made Bakugou smirk and shake his ass.

‘Idiot..’ He thought. Bakugou’s eyes scanned the rest of the venue, nothing looked interesting or out of the norm. God he was so fucking bored. That's when he noticed her, time seemed to so down as he watched her glide almost weightlessly on the wooden floor. She seemed so carefree laughing alongside her friends. Her smile was so bright and inviting, Bakugou felt.. warm inside. He didn't like it.

She was the embodiment of beauty and confidence, dressed in an oversized rainbow sweater, high waist jean shorts, and two space buns on her head. She was gorgeous and it made Bakugou’s mouth dry up. The way she carried herself with such elegance but a sense of playfulness intrigued Bakugou. The girls stopped skating and leaned against the barricade to talk to what he was assuming to be another friend of theirs on the other side.

He continued to watch on, causing her friend beside her to notice that he was staring. With a knowing smile she leaned over to the mystery girl whispering something in her ear. The mystery girl looked at her friend with an unsure smile and shook her head, turning to look at Bakugou. He mentally punched himself finally realizing he'd been caught staring, so much so that her friend even pointed it out. Bakugou didn't know what he was expecting when they made eye contact but he definitely didn't anticipate her giving him a sweet smile and a tiny wave. His head snapped back to his milkshake in front of him a little too fast.

“Real fucking smooth, Katsuki..” He mentally cursed at himself and toyed with the colorful straw in his shake in hopes to try to play it off. His eyes peaked back over to the girls, his curiosity getting the best of him. He saw her friend playfully nudging her with a smile. He couldn't hear exactly what she said but it was something along the lines of ‘Go talk to him, he's cute.’

“Bakubro!” Kirishima’s voice snapped Bakugou back to reality. He looked to see the redhead plop in the seat on the other side of the table.

“What?” Bakugou grumbled in irritation.

“Are you done sulking? Come and have fun with us.” Kirishima tried to convince him with an eager smile. Bakugou did feel kind of bad for not hanging out with his friends, but he just didn't have the heart to admit he'd bust his ass if he put some skates on.

“I'm not fucking sulking! I just-!�� Bakugou immediately shut his mouth when he saw her roll right by him and into the diner area with her friends. They all went right to the counter to order something. Everything Kirishima was rambling about was fading into the background while Bakugou’s stare was fixed on one person. She was leaned against the counter backward, elbows resting on the countertop with her legs on full display.

Kirishima realized Bakugou wasn't listening and had a confused look on his face until his eyes followed Bakugou’s gaze. The redhead gave a knowing smile as his eyes finally landed on what, or should we say who, he was looking at. Bakugou returned his attention back to Kirishima feeling anger and embarrassment that he had been found out.

“Why the fuck are you smiling like that?” He said harshly, but Kirishima wasn't fazed. He was used to this brash personality and slick mouth.

“She's really pretty. Even Mina was gushing about her when she walked in.” Kirishima smiled again.

“The fuck are you on about..” Bakugou trailed off, averting his eyes to nothing in particular.

“I'm just saying you should talk to her if you're interested before someone else does.” Kirishima said. Bakugou didn’t want to admit it but he was right.

“You know what? I'll go break the ice!” Kirishima said cheerfully and stood up but before Bakugou could interfere, he was already making his way to the group of friends.

'I'm going to kill him..’ Bakugou thought.

Bakugou watched his friend chat with the girls. He said something that successfully made them all laugh then a few seconds later he pointed to Bakugou. All their attention on him momentarily until they all smiled and nodded. He watched as the girls and the redhead made their way over to his table.

So there Bakugou was, wondering why and how he got himself into this position. These damned rollerskates on his feet and contemplating whether he should whoop Kirishima’s ass now or later for even getting him in this situation. On the bright side, he learned that the girl's name was (Name) from the introductions a few minutes ago at the diner.

“Hey, you coming?” (Name) looked back and smiled at the blonde. Her smile faded away slowly as she saw just how.. uncomfortable he looked staring at the threshold of the tacky carpeted floor and the wooden floor of the rink. That's when it dawned on her that he probably didn't know how to skate.

‘Poor thing is probably too embarrassed to admit it.’ (Name) thought. He did come across as an alpha male. Something as seemingly silly as rollerblading making him feel this stressed probably hurt his pride and ego, but men will be men. She did find it cute though, he was so brooding but looked so lost right now.

“Hold onto my hands.” (Name) said as she held her hands out in front of her. Bakugou snapped his head up giving her an incredulous look.

“What?!”

“Trust me, you'll be fine.” She gave him a reassuring smile and he reluctantly took her hands into his. Name pulled him past the threshold gently and before Bakugou knew it, she was guiding him on through the rink. Bakugou looked like a newborn deer trying to walk for the first time and (Name) felt bad, but she couldn't help but to giggle at him trying to find his footing all while trying to scold her for laughing at him.

“Its not fucking funny-!” He nearly slipped but caught himself. “Why is this shit so slippery?!” Bakugou’s hands never left hers, if anything he held onto her like she was his lifeline.

“Maybe if you straighten your legs and stop trying to impersonate Bambi, you'd be fine!” (Name) said with an innocent smile. Bakugou was pleasantly surprised at the fact this girl had a sense of humor and somewhat of a slick mouth. It only made him even more attracted to her.

“You're real fucking comedian.” Bakugou said, sarcasm oozing out of his voice immensely. Ugh, if he was struggling to keep his balance, he'd totally kiss her. His sarcasm made (Name) crack up even more. Bakugou actually took her advice and in no time he had been standing up straight gliding along the floor with her.

“Look! You're doing it!” She cheered with a bright and goofy smile on his face. Now that Bakugou found his balance, he was finally processing the fact that they had been holding hands this entire time now that he wasn't struggling to fall on his ass. He felt his stomach do flips and turns seeing her smile at him like that. He found it.. cute that she was so excited about him doing something so simple as standing up straight.

As the time passed the more the two got to know each other. Bakugou was kind of surprised that she made him laugh at her jokes. Her quick witted tongue and sense of humor made it all the more enjoyable. He even found himself skating without her as his training wheels. Still though, he wasn't as nearly as good as her. Watching her up close and personal while she did her thing was mesmerizing. And for a while.. Bakugou was actually having fun.

But all good things have to come to an end. The DJ announced the final song of the night and directed those who rented skates to return them and soon the crowd started to clear out, exiting the building in groups.

“How was it?” Kirishima asked the blonde sitting beside him on a bench outside. They watched as people entered their car, waiting for Mina who was in the bathroom and also their ride because this whole outing was her idea.

“I forgot to get her damn number.” Bakugou grumbled.

“What the heck? How?” Kirishima felt bad for his friend because he really did seem to like this girl. This was the first time in a whole he's seen him take genuine interest in someone besides the typical two week girlfriend because the sex was decent streak Bakugou was known to have.

“I lost her in the crowd.. she probably already fucking left with my luck.” Bakugou stood up.

“I'm going to the car.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked to where the car was. Or at least thought, where he car was. He fell asleep on the way there.

‘Where the fuck-’ Bakugou’s thoughts were cut off by a hug from behind. He was fully ready to curse this person out until he heard the voice and almost immediately knew who it was.

“Hey, Bambi! I lost you!”

He turned to see (Name) resting her head on his shoulder. Bakugou felt an overwhelming sense of happiness upon seeing her. He wanted to pick her up and kiss her right then and now.

“Stop calling me by that weak ass nickname.” Bakugou’s voice was cool and collected but on the inside he was kind of freaking out.

“It's so funny though.” (Name) released him from the hug and stood in front of him. She was even more beautiful under the moon’s luminary light.

“Damn, you're kind of a short ass now that I'm looking at you.” Bakugou teased with a smirk. She gasped and playfully pushed him.

“You’re so stupid.” (Name) laughed.

“(Name)! Stop flirting and come on!” A distant voice yelled out grabbing both of their attention. Over in the parking lot they saw her friends from earlier piled in a car flashing their headlights at them.

“Kiss him and keep it moving. Girl, my feet hurt!”

“He's fine as fuck! Get his number!”

“Does he have friends?!”

They all continued to tease their friend who so obviously had a crush on the guy standing in front of her.

“Oh my god..” (Name) hid her face in her hands in embarrassment. Bakugou actually thought it was pretty hilarious. But he had an idea.

“Don't be embarrassed, dummy.” He said closing the gap in between them, she looked up at him confused. “Let's give the audience a show.” Bakugou gently placed a hand on her dainty face and planted a kiss onto her lips. As their lips moved in sync they couldn't help but to smile into the kiss hearing her friends, along with Kirishima and Mina hyping them up in the parking lot.

They pulled away and (Name) got shy again, hiding her face into his chest. Bakugou felt triumphant, maybe tonight wasn't so bad.

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novasintheroom · 3 years

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Hey its ray-jaykub! I saw that you did requests and i was wondering if i could get head-cannons on the turtles and what they like to do with their respective s/os

OMG I love you!!! Okay I gotta calm down hooo

Leo

· Love love loves to carry you over rooftops and sit on high points to look over the city with you. This is one of his ways to calm down and think about things without his brothers’ around to stress him out, and having you there some nights, looking at the glitter of the lights – poetry for his heart

· Speaking of poetry – you guys will have contests for who can make the worst poems. Just something to pass off to each other between visits, something you find in your bag or in his bed sheets. Cheesy, unrhythmic, stupid, whatever. You guys have cried laughing before b/c of this. However, every once in a while he’ll slap you with a real intimate and loving poem that just makes you melt.

· You’ve started trying to sneak up on him. It doesn’t work. He still lets you do it, just so he can turn around and grab you at the last second. Sometimes he throws you on the nearest soft surface, sometimes he gives you a big kiss, sometimes he just starts carrying you around like a sack of potatoes – depends on his mood honestly. Your determination to spook him is cute.

· Watching or listening to True Crime stuff becomes a quick couple’s hobby for you guys. Usually it’s playing in the background as you each do chores or work on some project, but you’ll each talk about the case throughout. You’ve hit him more than once for giving away what happened or who killed who. He’s too good at figuring this kind of stuff out!

· He loves when you sit with him when he meditates. Even if you aren’t the meditating type, if you just sit quietly by him or read, he already feels much calmer. If he’s practicing balancing moves, he’ll sometimes grab you to hoist you up in the air, “to practice strength” at the same time. You’ve learned it’s a very bad idea to squirm when he’s got you planking above his head; he will start tickling you if you don’t keep still.

Raph

· Once he gets a good enough disguise, he loves to ride around on his newly built motorcycle with you on the city streets. It’s fun to zip through cars and people and drive out to the sparser points of the city to watch ships come in and out of the bay or go to a park outside the city to watch the lights as they all turn on at dusk.

· Loooovvess having movie nights with you. Seriously asks for it every week. You two get comfy on the couch with like 3 blankets thrown over your laps and watch something like Jurassic Park or Mad Max and gorge on buttery popcorn and chocolate. Sometimes you’ll slip in a chick flick like Pride and Prejudice. He acts like he doesn’t like it, but you’ve caught a goofy, happy smile on him more than once at the end of the movie, and then he starts lifting your hand like Mr. Darcy and adopting more “romantic” actions and it’s just *chef’s kiss*

· You guys will spar together. It’s kinda required once you date him; he wants you to be able to kick butt if he can’t get to you fast enough. But these sessions usually end up with you and him wrestling/tickling each other and him holding you down with a foot while he lifts weights. Get comfy princess, he ain’t moving that foot ‘til he get 100 reps.

· He has a really good eye for fashion and makeup. He’s actually the one that sews together all of his family’s clothes, as much as possible with the scraps they find around. It’s calming to make something instead of the stigma he has of destroying stuff. He’s the first person you SnapChat with an outfit just to make sure it looks good, and he sends back honest feedback, like “why do you still have that scarf, you know it doesn’t match anything in your closet,” or “try the red sweater with that long gold necklace you have.” Everyone compliments your outfits so much because of his input

· Likes to go swimming with you. There’s a few clear, clean pools in the sewers (Donnie approved) where you guys go just to have a good swim. There’s usually some candles lit and music playing. More often than not, you’ll end up laying on his chest while he floats on the surface and just enjoy each other’s company. At least until he gets the idea to dunk you.

Donnie

· Sneaking into the rafters of Broadway is a regular event for you guys. He manages to disable any security they have up around your “spot,” and you get a free show with your favorite person. He’ll be quoting his favorite lines for days after, all the while talking about the next show to see. He’d so be a theater kid if he had the chance.

· One of the main things that got you guys together in the first place was you helping him put together tech he’s working on. It still continues now, since you have a steady hand and a willing ear to listen to his theories and ideas. You’ve even inspired him a few times with your comments! It’s a casual bonding activity for you both, and he values your thoughts.

· Spontaneous dances are a must. Sometimes he’ll grab you and dance around the room – especially if an experiment of his goes well – sometimes it’ll be goofy dances to see how badly you two can embarrass anyone looking, and other times, you guys will just slow dance before you leave, just as a way to be close before having to part.

· You guys form your own little potted plant collection in the lair. It’s both a hobby, and a way for you to check on how he’s doing. If he’s doing well, the plants are watered and taken care of. If he’s getting sucked into things and forgetting to care for himself, the plants suffer. He tries to get an auto-watering system for them, but you shut that down quick. It’s good to do some things yourself rather than rely on technology!

· Cupcake Saturdays are a thing. He’ll take you to a bakery, where you’ll go in and get a box of cupcakes (extra frosting). You guys will then just chow down on them on the rooftop, often with him licking a lot of the frosting off the cupcakes before eating the actual “cake” part.

Mikey

· Such a fan of trying every new restaurant you can find in NYC. It’s become a date-night tradition every Thursday to either order or pick up some hole-in-the-wall place’s food, meet up somewhere, and Gordon Ramsay the crap out of the food. He does a mean Ramsay impression, and you’ve snorted more than one ramen noodle out of your nose from laughing so hard.

· If you aren’t a fan of video games, you will be once you date this guy. It’s not even just watching or playing video games with him, he’s just funny when he plays! He’ll make the most stupid comments about something going on in the storyline, or mess around, even glitch out a game. He’s managed to get out of the maps of Among Us more than once. You’re convinced if he started his own YouTube gaming channel, he’d be a quick star.

· Game nights are a must for you guys. It usually turns into a family game night with you, the turtles, Splinter, April and Casey, which Mikey just adores because he gets to see everyone he loves having fun. You two will usually team up against the others, or turn on each other to stab the other in the back. Uno and Cover Your Assets have made you guys question your loyalty to each other more than once. That Uno Reverse card, man…

· Arts and crafts are his favorite. Anytime a holiday is coming up, Mikey gets hyped ‘cause he knows you guys are gonna start making decorations for it. You guys will usually make decorations for each other. Mikey loves this, just because he feels like a normal person by having actual Halloween decorations around the lair instead of stuff he and his bros scraped together off the streets.

· Loves to stargaze with you in the summer time. He’ll convince Donnie to let him drive the truck out of the city to the countryside of New York, bring you with him, and set up on the roof of the truck in the middle of a field (that he totally didn’t crash through a wood fence to get to). Fireflies will fly over your faces, and he’ll joke that they’re shooting stars and make a thousand and one wishes on each of them. He won’t tell you that all of those wishes are for you and him to be together forever, but it’s not hard to guess with how mushy he gets after each one.

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ereawrites · 4 years

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Tim Drake - NSFW Alphabet!

this was not requested

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Tim, as much as he enjoys it in the moment, can’t cope with being messy/sweaty etc after you’re done. He likes to shower together after sex - lots of kisses, mumbling how amazing you are into your skin, cleaning each other while half-holding each other up with exhaustion. After that, he loves to go back to bed and play with your hair while you both drift off to sleep. This is one of the only times Tim will sleep straight through the night.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, Tim likes his hands. He has long, slender fingers: much of his childhood was spent playing piano, and his handwriting is gorgeous when he actually tries. They’re often stained with ink, which reminds him how hard he works. Also... major fingering kink. Huge. He will happily finger you for hours.

On you, Tim is absolutely in love with your shoulders, collarbones, and neck. He thinks they all look so graceful and elegant. During foreplay and a lot of sex, Tim basically has to have his lips somewhere in this area. A surefire way to catch his attention is to wear an off-shoulder dress, or a nice necklace. (He may ask you to keep the necklace on during sex).

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Looooves to come onto your chest and collarbones. He isn’t so keen on coming inside, mostly because it lowkey terrifies him, but he can be convinced in the heat of the moment if you ask nicely enough. Tim comes a lot. Even after one round, there’s still a lot coming out of there. You will need a lot of tissues.

As an extension of the fingering kink, if you squirt, Tim will go absolutely nuts. He’ll totally lose his mind, and keep going until you do it three more times. He doesn’t care if he gets messy. He’s a champ and he powers through and it actually turns him on a ridiculous amount.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

...he didn’t mean to do it, he just couldn’t help himself. It was one of the first times you slept at the manor, and you had to rush home in the morning - you quickly woke him up to say goodbye, but he was in the middle of a sex dream, and in all the rush you left behind your sweatshirt. Tim ended up holding it to his nose and furiously jacking off right after you left.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s definitely messed around with a few people by the time he meets you, but he’s quite possibly a virgin. Tim takes a long time to open up to anyone enough to actually have sex with them, so he tends to stick to foreplay for a long time. However, this means he’s very, very talented at foreplay; he’s also a very quick learner, and he loves to spend a long time getting to know his partner’s body. So, yes, he definitely knows what he’s doing, he just might be a little shy at first.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl or the face-off. He loves being topped, and watching you on top of him is heaven for him. Plus, he can get to your clit easily in these positions. He’s totally happy to experiment with any positions you like, though.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Tim’s generally more serious - he doesn’t get much time with you, and he wants to be fully involved and focused in the moment. Especially for the first few times you have sex, Tim has a very intense focus about him, and he’s totally concerned with your pleasure. Once he learns your body more, though, moments of goofiness and laughter can shine through.

H = Harmony (do they like music in the background?)

Once Tim gets his hands on you, everything else is tuned out. He couldn’t care less about what’s going on in the background. The one exception to this is if there are other people in the building: Tim tries to have some background music or radio to seem less suspicious.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Tim’s only really likely to have sex with you if he genuinely loves you, or at least cares about you very deeply. You can feel this in each of his touches. It’s as if he’s in awe of you, literally worshipping your body, and there’s a very specific kind of gentle, loving intensity. If you’re taking charge, it’s quite common for him to gasp, god, you’re perfect, I love you so much-

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Outside of a relationship, Tim almost never jacks off. He often goes months without touching himself, simply because he never allows himself to relax enough to do so. He’ll only ever do it if, for example, you inadvertently get him so riled up that he can’t control it any longer. Even once he’s in a relationship, he rarely does it. He’d prefer to wait for you. Phone sex is the big exception, though - regular business trips are made a little easier by hearing your voice.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Masochist, femdom, bondage (on you or him), vibrators and cock rings, risky/semi-public sex, fingering, sensation play e.g. ice, blindfolds (on him), hair pulling, hickeys (on you), edging, sending nudes

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

1. The bedroom

2. Shower

3. Office/kitchen counter (tie)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The easiest way to turn Tim on is, simply, to let it be known that you want him while also encouraging him to relax. Press up against him when you kiss him a goodbye on the cheek in the morning, and you’ll be in his head all day. Run your nails down his shoulders while you massage them. Coax him into bed because you ‘can't sleep without him”. Tim is always lowkey horny, you just have to get him thinking about sex.

Once you get going, Tim very easy gets caught up in everything. He lives to hear your moans and watch your expressions. The more pleasure he gives you, the more he wants to give.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No sharing. Tim has enough insecurities, and he doesn’t want that amplified by getting someone else involved. He also doesn’t want anything that has the potential to cause real harm (e.g. knives) - pain is fine, but he would never forgive himself if he genuinely hurt you. As for turn offs, Tim doesn’t like anyone who is too full of themselves or overly arrogant. He also hates someone who acts too aloof.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Tim does enjoy giving oral - especially after you’ve came once or twice already - but, again, he’d honestly prefer to finger you or at least have his hands involved. He finds it stupidly hot if you sit on his face. He doesn’t care if he can’t breathe, he’ll literally grab your hips and pull you down onto him harder.

He definitely prefers to receive (he isn’t selfish, he repays you) since it’s one of the only times he can completely let go. As much as he knows it’s a cliche, he goes absolutely crazy for a blowjob under his office desk.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He usually goes for a slow, intense pace if he’s in control. He wants to savour every moment and each one of your reactions; that means a steady, thorough pace, so he can angle each one of his thrusts just right. However, when he’s particularly high on adrenaline (or jealous) he adopts a faster and less sensual pace.

If you’re taking the reins, Tim’s a sucker for a rougher pace. Tease him by going slow at first, then work it up so you’re practically bruising his hips with how hard you’re riding him, and watch his eyes roll right back into his skull.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Of course Tim prefers to take the time to really indulge, but his schedule doesn’t often allow that. The majority of sex with Tim is probably quickies. For example: in his office on his lunch break, on the kitchen table before leaves for work, in a side alley on a quiet night of patrol. He also loves a quick phone call in the middle of meetings. Once you figure out how to rile him up enough and get him in the mood, you’ll receive a lot of frantic and desperate calls.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Obviously. He gets off so much on knowing there’s a risk of being caught, pressing his palm over your mouth while he buries his own moans in the crook of your neck. He’s much less keen on risking any harm to you.

As for experimentation, Tim is all for it, but you have to give him time to research it first. He needs to be fully prepared and informed for anything he does. Tim’s actually pretty likely to suggest new things, depending on whatever he finds during this research: especially as he becomes more experienced, he suggests a lot of new things to try together (pegging). He trusts you completely.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Pretty good stamina - enough to make you come at least once, but he usually chooses to slow down and pace himself so he can make you come two or three times (<3). He kind of loses it and comes fast if you ride him hard and maybe push him down, but he’ll make up for it. Tim’s entirely capable of going two or three rounds if you’ve got the time and the energy; this generally happens when he comes home after a few weeks away. If you’re feeling down or insecure, though, there’s at least 2 rounds of body worship coming your way.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I’m just gonna say it. Tim has a butt plug. He busts it out after particularly stressful weeks, and although it’s something he initially keeps quiet, he can be convinced to bring it into your bed if that’s something you’re into. He also loves it when you use cockrings or restraints on him. On you, Tim absolutely loves using vibrators.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not the biggest tease at first, but the real teasing comes when he starts edging you. Tim doesn't necessarily mean it in a cruel way - unless you’ve asked him to - and it’s more in a way of building you up to an even stronger orgasm. He feels a little bad if he teases you too much. Even when he’s playfully flirting, he never really takes it far enough for it to become teasing - he prefers to stay vaguely suggestive and let your mind do the rest. For Tim, it’s all about you teasing him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lots of breathy moans, pants of your name, and this can sometimes devolve into whimpers as he gets closer to his orgasm. He doesn’t often verbalise, since he’s normally too far gone to actually string sentences together, but when he does it’s praise. He’s not ridiculously loud but his moans are pretty much constant, and occasionally you get one out of him that the neighbours definitely hear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He comes on the spot the first time you bite his shoulder.

X = X-marks the spot (where’s their favourite place to give/receive hickies)

Tim doesn't exactly have a possessive streak, but he can become easily insecure and likes to know that you're clearly ‘his’. He loves to leave hickies across your collarbone, just low enough that they can be covered if need be, but he secretly goes wild if you leave them just poking out over the collar of your shirt. He thinks they’re a little juvenile, though, so he doesn’t mark you unless something sets him off.

He has quite pale skin and bruises very easily. This makes him a dream to leave marks on. He tells you not to, since they’re a pain to explain to the family, but if you suck bruises into his hipbones during a blowjob he’s going to have to bite down on his hand to keep quiet.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As above - he’s pretty much always lowkey, background-level horny. Tim is always up for sex, as long as you get him thinking about it for a few hours beforehand. In the average week, Tim will probably go for sex around two times, but this can be more if you’ve been apart for a long time beforehand.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You’ve got about ten to fifteen minutes to clean up, tell him how much you love him, and get back into bed before he’s out like a light. On the upside, Tim’s very cuddly after sex, and you’ll wake up wrapped in his arms.

#tim drake #tim drake x reader #red robin #red robin x reader #smut #dc #dcu #batman

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Been a while since I’ve enjoyed art. I finally finished my story-no color becuase paint is expensive and I can expand more by doing what I love most-sketching. Slight gore warning, like typical horror movie gore⚠️

Thank you for anyone following me recently, even though I haven’t been very active. I hope this makes up for it. Peace and love. Lochlan’s story part one👇

The countryside of Hennessy had a horrible storm roll in. It poured endlessly all night and into morning. The seemingly endless pounding rain made everything a muddy slippery mess, and with that the tracks were overflowed with water. Travel for any engine was dangerous so it was decided that everyone would take the day off and wait out the storm inside. Old Red, Donner, and Cracker Jack had already been in the roundhouse that night and early in the morning they were told “no work for today. Too dangerous.”

Lochlan had still been on his job pulling a long train all night. Something that had been expected to be finished by early morning was delayed by the rain. Lochlan went along the tracks carefully and managed to deliver his train by late afternoon meanwhile the rest of the engines back at the roundhouse were confined to their berths all day. And with that the group of 3 were very bored.

Lochlan backed his way into his respective berth, he was soaked from being in the down pour all day. He was also visibly tired from his tedious journey of start stop all through the wet slippery tracks. Before the poor big engine could get a word out Cracker Jack piped up. “About time! Reds been going on and on about silly stories. We’ve traded back and forth on interesting ones of our own. Well, Donner and I at least. Reds giving the whole “Wild West romance, forbidden engine/human love” spiel again.” Cracker Jack groaned.

“My recounts of pistol packing cowgirls are not romance stories! I’m simply making it clear that women are just as dangerous as men! That’s all!” Red growled quick to defend himself. His face turning slightly pink.

“Sure. Keep telling yourself that you old fart.” Cracker Jack smirked. Even Donner gave a slight chuckle in agreement.

Lochlan smiled and shook what water dripped down his face off. Cracker Jack grinned up at Lochlan expectantly. “Suppose you have anything of your own to share?” Cracker Jack asked, his grin widened hoping that Lochlan would have a story to tell. At least one that wouldn’t put him to sleep. Or any about his love interests.

“Me? What kind of story? I don’t do much that interesting.” Lochlan sighed and tried to think of anything worth telling.

“Lochlan. You’re huge. You see the world from a different point of view everyday. You do the more than any other engine on the railway. You’ve been everywhere, you must have something?” Cracker Jack retorted. Lochlan frowned and clicked his tongue in thought. A loud crack of thunder boomed in the background and shook the roundhouse. The 4 engines jumped at the sudden loud noise. The natural fearful reaction to the loud noise gave Lochlan an idea.

“What about a scary story?” He smiled and knew exactly what to share. The other three raised their brows in interest. Cracker Jack noticeably grew attentive.

“Yes! I think we can all agree that horror over a whole romance novel is sure to help pass the time!” Cracker Jack grinned. It took Red a second to process the slight dig made at him. He only grumbled and rolled his eyes.

“Good! I have just the one! It happened the very first week I arrived here.” Lochlan grinned and cleared his throat to begin.

When Lochlan first arrived at Hennessy he was immediately tasked with pulling long trains of heavy and important cargo for distances many other engines couldn’t travel. He traveled from late at night till very early morning so naturally his rest time in the afternoon was spent in any noisy bustling yard he could manage to get a break in. Most of the time Lochlan couldn’t sleep with all the noise. He didn’t mind not napping but peace and quiet was something he could definitely enjoy. It seemed that wouldn’t be an option for a while with his break schedule. So, Lochlan decided to eavesdrop on his human counterparts. They did after all have interesting things to share. While in a yard one afternoon the prefect opportunity to eavesdrop came in, a group of engineers decided to take their break not far away from him. They sat down on some old flatbeds and joked around for a while. The oldest man in the group began talking about his past colleague who was a Native American. He recounted all kinds of interesting things his colleague shared. From ancestral meanings to cultural symbols, but then he brought up something strange. Lochlan grew curious and listened in best he could. The engineer asked the others if they ever heard what a “wendigo” was. The two men shook their heads. Lochlan listened in as the man explained to them what it was, and the reason for bringing it up.

The engineer grew serious before beginning, “ a couple years back a rancher went missing out by his home just a good ten miles from the south side of Hennessy. No one knew how he could possibly go missing, he was in touch with the locals and was a very smart man. He knew the wildlife and his homeland well enough to where an animal attack was ruled out. He carried a gun on him all the time to stay safe and no one would want to harm a lonely rancher with not much of anything to give anyway. Robbery and murder was ruled out too, especially after his home was found kept well with nothing out of the ordinary or missing. He just seemed to have vanished along with his horse and dog. The sheriff decided he could’ve left unannounced for private reasons and perhaps he would turn up soon. It wasn’t until a week later a hunter stumbled across what was left of the poor rancher. He was so severely mangled that the only thing that showed proof it was him was his hat, horse and dog. Whatever creature that did that couldn’t possibly be a bear, or even a pack of wolves. Only the rancher looked like something had eaten parts of him. His horse and dog were for the most part untouched, the possibility a rabid bear attacked him was brought up due to the massive claw marks and slashes embedded in his horse and dog. And how badly the man was shredded. But what bear could be that big? A search for whatever rabid bear or sick pack of wolves was put out but nothing was recovered.

No one wanted to admit but they were scared. The scene was so brutal it seemed almost impossible another living thing could do that. It was swept under the rug and everyone tried to forget about it in hopes it would just go away. It seems there’s no answer for what happened right? Well your wrong, that’s were this “wendigo” comes in. Wendigos have an insatiable hunger for human flesh, they crave taunting people and torturing them until giving them a brutal horrible death only to feast on their scared poor souls. They tower above the tallest pine trees, make blood curdling screams, and can strip the flesh from your bones instantly. He wasn’t attacked by a rabid animal, he was murdered and eaten alive by one of those foul beasts. Only something that big and mercilessly brutal could’ve done such a thing. And why eat just the person? An animal would’ve taken all it could get. Dog and horse would’ve been part of the main course as well.”

The two other men who listened in shuddered upon the end of the tale. Lochlan was intrigued but was interrupted by his crew coming to fetch him from his break. He needed to get back to work and couldn’t listen in anymore. He sighed and set off to collect his train, he had plenty of time to ponder what he just heard on his long quiet journey.

Lochlan enjoyed the unexplainable, everything had an explanation. An answer. While the story of the wendigo was interesting to him he couldn’t help but believe it was simply a tall tale. Even with how big and goofy the engine could be, he wasn’t gullible. The only way he’d believe something is if he witnessed it first hand. And as far as he knew he never saw any forest animal that towered over pine trees or had a specific desire for human flesh. But for some reason something inside him wouldn’t let go of it. The story was kept in the back of his mind and not forgotten.

Lochlans first week on Hennessy’s railway was almost over. He already gotten familiar with the area and his routes in the short time he was there. His job went swillingly and it was something he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his days doing. Oh, and no strange gigantic monsters hungry for human flesh appeared. There was one route Lochlan hadn’t traveled yet, and the unkept longer line of tracks was only taken if necessary but no reason was ever really given as to why it wasn’t used. But with only almost a week of experience on the railway he had a lot more to learn and explore.

While Lochlan pulled a long train of cargo with the morning newspaper edition, important mail, and dairy that needed to get to its destination quickly in order to not spoil he came to a stop when he realized his normal route back into Hennessy was blocked. Someone had derailed and a big mess of tar trucks were scattered everywhere. Lochlans engineers grew frustrated and argued with the crewmen in charge of cleaning up the wreck. “Listen pal, it’s going to take all night to clean this mess up. You’ll just have to wait until morning to pass through or go through the south side.” The agitated worker groaned and pointed up ahead to a route Lochlan wasn’t familiar with.

“Well. We most certainly ain’t got time to wait. I’ve got the morning paper to deliver and dairy that will spoil! Come on big feller we’ll just have to go through the south side which will still delay our schedule because some incompetent idiot can’t operate an engine worth Jack shit.” Lochlans engineer growled and made his way back to his cab. Lochlan looked on curiously up ahead at this new route. The grass ahead was severely overgrown, and by the looks of the track no one seemed to have been down it for a decade. His cow plow would come in handy to shove away any overgrowth that littered the track up ahead. Lochlan puffed down the track without incident. He sliced through any overgrowth that littered his path, and was thankful for his bright headlamp because it seemed any lights that lit up the track before had been left not repaired. Lochlan had come upon something odd as he plunged further down the unused route. A herd of deer were stopped close by the tracks, what was odd to him was that the animals didn’t acknowledge his presence at all. It was normal for the forest animals to hurriedly clear the way when any loud engine chuffed close, to the animals an engine was another predator to run away from. But the large herd of deer stood stalk still, their backs turned towards him and their heads cocked up looking into the distance at something. They didn’t dare move and their fear was focused on something Lochlan couldn’t see. Lochlan raised a brow and chuffed by but the deer didn’t move. Even as steam whooshed out and his own massive frame rumbled on the rails shaking the ground. The deer seemed to care less about him. It was one of the most peculiar things he had seen, but he had no idea it was about to get worse.

Tumblr limits posts and I have to many illustrations to do one part. So I’ll have to skeet part two in another separate post. Stick around for the second part if you enjoy so far. Thanks so much for people who’ve stuck around my blog and actually wanted to read my stories. I really really appreciate it.

#ttte #the rural railway #ttte oc #trr lochlan #trr #trr lochlan’s spook #trr donner #trr old red #trr cracker jack #also-#if anyone’s messaged me #I haven’t checked my inbox or messages in forever #don’t worry I’m not ignoring you #just depressed ;)#and not sociable

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