#missing them hours big time after making this whew

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The Agreement (Austin Butler x Producer!Reader)

Okiiii here we go - my first smut. This was an experience whew. Okay, a few things. Firstly, I’ve chosen to fuck around with the age timeline here a bit. So, although I don’t mention it directly Austin is 30 here. Also, this has the potential to have a few more parts, not many, but a few so let me know if you’d be interested. Ans yes, yes I do suck at making GIFs but it is what it is. I need to extend my gratitude to @eu-whoria for all the smut writing tips thank yewwwww. Also, special mention to @presleysnotes my new bestie, here’s your homework reward.

Feedback is appreciated but please be gentle lmao. Other than that let me know if I’ve made any grammatical errors or any of that. And my requests are always open!

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT NUT!!! swearing, smoking, drinking, sub!Austin x dom!reader, morally grey subject matter, tiny bit of blood, handcuffs, blindfold, mentions of Brad Pitt (I think that’s it please let me know if I missed any!)

Word Count: 3806

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Austin knew it was wrong, but he had been desperate. After dedicating basically his entire life to acting and still not catching a big break, he felt helpless. So, he did whatever it took to propel his career to stardom. He knew he was talented, hardworking and attractive, he just needed the right connection. It just so happened that you were that right connection.

Three years after your initial meeting, he was finally posing on the Cannes red carpet for the ‘Elvis’ premier. With you next to him.

Three Years Ago

It had been a long and gruelling day for you and it was only 5:30 in the evening. As a producer at Warner Bros., you spent the majority of your days in meetings with old men (they preferred the term ‘investors’ apparently) who thought you were nothing more than a pretty face although you had proven them wrong repeatedly by putting out blockbuster after blockbuster. You were a businesswoman, one at the top of her fucking game.

Today, you had spent the last two hours in a conference room trying to work through details for an upcoming Elvis biopic. The project had been approved by the higher ups and you were given free reign for the creative as well as business decisions for the film. But the ‘investors’ were under a misguided impression that they had a say in any of these decisions. The only thing they had agreed on so far was the involvement of Baz Luhrmann as the director. Other than that, all your ideas for the script, cast, crew, promo structure etc. were met with push back and bogus objections.

Your patience and sanity were hanging by a thread so naturally you lost it when your secretary decided to barge in and let you know that you were getting late for a social appointment, “Goddamn it, Jack! How many times have I told you not to disturb me during a meeting unless someone was fucking dying. Get out of my sight before I throw something at you.”

Okay so you had a temper, but you had earned it. You had worked your ass of since you were 19 to reach where you were. It paid off too, you were Warner Bros.’ youngest producer at only 26. Anyway, as Jack scurried out of the room you decided to remind the ‘investors’ who was really in charge.

You put your hands on the conference table to lean forward and say very quietly, “Now, I want to make sure everyone understands this - I don’t give a rat’s ass about who you are or how you reached this table but I know my job better than anyone else in this industry. I make the decisions here, not you. Everything I tell you from here on out about this project is just me being courteous and it is most definitely not up for two hour long discussions. Is that fucking clear?”

You stared them down as some of them slowly gulped and others nodded their heads. You straightened up and walked out of the room, oozing with confidence. When you got closer to your office, you caught site of Jack sniffling and dabbing his eyes. You rolled your eyes at the unprofessional display of sensitivity. I mean you weren’t even that mean.

“Make sure the car is ready to leave in 20 and for God’s sake clean yourself up.”

Being one of the most influential people at Warner Bros. came with a few advantages. Such as having a stretch limo at your disposal, an en suite bathroom in your office and also a personal stylist made available to you for social events like the one you were currently headed to. Your stylist, Marie, was more like you in the sense that she was one of the few capable people around who knew their job and stuck to it. This helped create a bond between the two of you, despite an age gap of almost a decade. Tonight, she chose to put you in a dress that made you feel so confident that you remember thinking to yourself, “Woah, I’d fuck me.”

Today’s social event was less of an ‘event’ and more of a party being hosted by your dear friend, Brad Pitt. He was currently in the pre-production phase of the new Quentin Tarantino film, a role he got after he asked you to call up Quentin and make a recommendation. It was just simple business.

When you finally reached his house and rung the bell, the door swung open to a slightly wobbly Brad, “Y/NNNNN! So glad you could make it. Come on in, I’ve got some people who’ve been dying to meet ya.” So, he took you around the room and introduced you as ‘the big shot producer.’ You watched people’s expression change from disinterest to admiration. 

It was common for people to change their behaviour around you in the hopes that you would take notice and cast them in one of your films. Unfortunately, it didn’t work that way but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the special treatment. It made you feel powerful and in control.

“You’re an awful host, Pitt. I’ve been here for like 20 minutes now and you haven’t even offered me a drink, yet. I am seriously not in the mood for anymore work talk for the rest of the night. It’s been a long day as it is.”

“Oh shit, sorry, my bad. But you just gotta meet one last person then you can get as wasted as you want. Y/N this kid’s work ethic is fucking insane and he has so much raw talent. He got me kinda jealous for a minute but I couldn’t even bring myself to hate him. He’s gonna be working on the new Quentin Tarantino.” His eyes scanned the room for only a second before raising his hand and yelling, “Yo Butler! Austin! Come here a second.”

You watched the head of jet black hair perk up and turn around. The closer he came, the more you realised that you had never seen a man as beautiful as him. He belonged in a fucking art museum. But, you had a reputation to maintain, so instead of blushing when you made eye contact with his electric blue eyes, you stood up with you head high. You made sure your dress was fanned out to show the thigh high slit and arched your back just a little to do your boobs a favour.

“Mr. Pitt,” he gave Brad a firm handshake, “Fantastic party, sir.”

In that moment, you were sure you had experienced your first ever eargasm.

“How many times do I gotta tell ya to just call me ‘Brad.’ Anyway, it’s alright you’ll get it right someday.” You watched the brunette’s eyes sparkle like a fucking Disney prince when he smiled at Brad’s comment. “I’d like to introduce you to Y/N L/N. She’s the producer at Warner and I believe she’s had a long day so get her a drink, kid.”

You had extended your hand for a handshake but he tenderly brought your hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles - all gentlemen like, “Austin Butler. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” Something absolutely feral stirred in you at the title he had used.

You were quick to pull your hand back and say, “Well, aren’t you sweet?”

His cheeks flushed with the most enchanting blush you had ever seen. Your mind immediately thought about how that pretty pink colour would probably extend to his chest as you ride hi-

“What would you like to drink?” You could have imagined it, but you thought you saw his eyes flick down to your wine coloured lips for a brief moment. Once you told him what you wanted, he walked away from you to get it and you found yourself ogling his ass in those dress pants. As he walked back to you with the drinks in his hand, you could feel his eyes drinking you in from head to toe and this time you knew you hadn’t imagined it.

After a few minutes of small talk and drinking you could finally feel the stress of the day catching up with you and the knots in you shoulder screamed for a cigarette. “I’m just going to step out for a quick smoke,” you announced.

“Let me get you another drink and I’ll join you...i-if that’s okay I mean?” he fumbled over his words. You nodded your head to indicate that it was, in fact, okay.

You slipped out into the empty balcony and opened your clutch finding your cigarette pack. You took one out and put it between your lips and started looking for a lighter but you couldn’t see it. For fuck’s sake, you were going to strangle Jack, he was responsible for prepping your clutch.

Just when you were about to give up, you heard a click and looked up. Austin stood in front of you with his lighter flared up and said in his velvety low voice, “Allow me, ma’am.” So you took a step closer to him, perhaps closer than you need to be, and leaned in cupping the flame with your hand as you stayed still for a second to let the tip of the cigarette catch the flame. Then, you took a long drag and tilted your head up so that you would exhale the smoke right at him.

You heard his breath get caught in his chest. You smirked to yourself and it was only when you walked away that he exhaled. You leaned over the railing with your drink and cigarette in hand as Austin lit up his own cigarette. He walked over and leaned next to you. Close enough that both of your upper arms were touching. 

You took another drag and asked, “So, tell me Austin, why is it that I have never heard of you before?”

He was taken aback for a second, then chuckled and explained his entire career trajectory - right from his humble Disney beginnings to the latest Tarantino role. You noticed that the calibur of his roles had only increased with time but he hadn’t quite gotten to the big break. Maybe it was about time for that, you thought to yourself.

“I just feel like I’m stuck you know? Of course, I’m very grateful for everything I’ve been able to do so far but it just hasn’t been what I want it to be. It seems like such a waste but somewhere, deep down, I know that given the opportunity, I can be great.” Although he wasn’t looking at you, there was a dangerous gleam evident in his eyes. Almost like a hunger. But, it only lasted a second before he cracked a charming smile and changed the topic, returning to his formal tone, “Anyway, forget about it. I know you don’t want to talk about work tonight, ma’am.”

“You know, I think you’re older than me. You shouldn’t be calling me that,”

“Really? How old are you?”

“26″

He let out a low whistle, “Wow, you must be one of the youngest producers around.”

“The youngest ever at Warner.”

“And that’s why I will continue to call you that. It ain’t about the age. You’ve earned the respect...ma’am.”

He was still looking at the view rather than at you and something in you fluttered at his acknowledgement of your hard work. You started looking at his side profile attentively. The strong jaw, the high cheek bones, the pouty pink lips. He was star material, in fact, you were surprised that he hadn’t been picked up yet.

Suddenly, in your mildly inebriated state a thought crossed your mind and before you could stop yourself you were dragging your perfectly manicured finger across his cheek to turn his head to you, “You’re right, Austin. You can be great. I’m going to make you greater than you could ever dream. But only if you and I could come to an agreement.”

“Wh-what kind of agreement, ma’am?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it so you decided to just show him instead. You leaned up and give him a chaste lingering kiss. You felt him pull back so he could look into your eyes. Confident as ever, you held his gaze and could see the gears turning behind those dazzling blues that shone despite the low lighting of the party.

A beat later, he had moved so that your body was trapped between his and the balcony railing. One of his, rather large, hands was on your hip and the other was on your cheek pulling your lips to his.

This kiss was different. It was desperate and hungry, almost like he was trying to show you his ambition through the kiss. But it wasn’t messy, it was slow, deep, calculated. The hand on your hip had travelled down to give your ass a harsh squeeze. A little yelp parted your lips and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in and massage yours with it.

It looked like you were losing a dominance battle and you felt the need to take back some control. You moved one of your hands to give his hair a sharp tug. He let out a sinful moan against your lips and you felt him roll his hips against you. You pulled again, this time to break the kiss. You were both panting like dogs and you said, “We’re leaving.” He nodded enthusiastically.

Soon enough you guys were in the back of your stretch limo. You told the driver to take you home and put the partition between him and you up. Immediately, Austin’s hands were on you and they were everywhere. The long and deep kisses had turned into quick pecks on your lips, cheek, jaw and neck till he found the spot that made you dig your nails into his thigh. He sucked on that spot hard enough to make you mewl. You carded your hand through his hair and heard him suck in a breath.

“You like when I play with your hair, baby?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You made sure to keep that in mind for later at night. You dragged your hand from his thigh to the bulge in his pants. You just ran your fingertips over it and felt the car lurch to a stop. You were both out of the car in a flash. 

The elevator ride to your penthouse was spent making out like you were a bunch of horny teenagers. Once you were finally in your house, both of you kicked off your shoes and he looked like he was ready to attack you again. But before he could you put a hand on his chest.

“Woah boy, slow down there. We have all night. Take off your jacket and go sit on that couch. Oh, and don’t touch yourself till I’m back.”

He nodded and fast walked to the couch. Meanwhile, you sauntered over to your room and took off your dress, adjusting your lingerie underneath, silently thanking Marie for making you wear Victoria’s Secret tonight. 

You opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a few things to take with you to the living room.

You found him sitting in his all black glory, a wonderful contrast against your white couch, his legs spread, arms splayed against the back of the couch and his face was turned up to the ceiling with his eyes closed. He heard the clicking of your heels and opened his eyes.

He whispered, “Fuck,” and brought one of his hands up to tug his lower lip between his thumb and index finger. He took in the swell of your breasts and ass, feeling desperate to take the curves in his hands but, at the same time, he felt like he couldn’t move without your permission. He noticed a few things that you brought from the room kept on the coffee table.

“Did you touch yourself, baby?”

“No ma’am”

“Good boy”

Austin felt like he couldn’t breathe. He had always been the dominant one during sex with past partners. This time he felt completely at your mercy and he was loving every second of it.

You straddled his hips and kissed him, hard. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting it, tugging at it so that when you let it go it made a ‘pop’ sound. You smiled to yourself when you saw the little bit of blood where you had bit his lip. You kissed him again, making sure to lick up the blood, and you felt him buck his hips up over and over again. He let out a couple of heavenly whines to let you know how bad he wanted you.

“Pleaaaase,” he whined.

“Please what baby?”

“Please need more ma’am,” bucking his hips again.

“Aw come on you can beg better than that.”

“Please please please. Need to be in you so bad, ma’am. Want you to own me, please ma’am.”

“Oh, I own you alright,” you ripped his shirt open and heard the clatter of buttons flying everywhere.

You were very slowly, almost negligibly, moving your hips in circles against him. You put your mouth next to his ear, licked the shell and said, “Now, you gotta tell me if at any point, any point at all, you want me to stop. Just the word and we’ll stop. Do you understand, baby boy?” He nodded again.

You sat back to look at his face, “No baby, I need to hear you say it.”

Your index finger ran from his bottom lip, down his chin and your nail lightly scratched his Adam’s apple. As soon as you did that, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, indicating that he swallowed harshly, “Yes ma’am, I understand.”

“Such a good boy. Put your arms behind your back.”

You pick up the silver metal handcuffs you had brought from the room and cuffed his wrists together. Then you picked up the black satin scarf from the same place, carefully folding it and tying it around his eyes as a blindfold. You felt his breathing pick up. You stood up from his lap and took in the delectable sight before you. Only wearing his black dress pants, chest heaving up and down, blindfolded, handcuffed and waiting for you.

You get down on your knees, between his legs and keep your palms on his knees. You shift a little and nuzzle your nose against his straining cock. His hips shoot up, making you smile. You decided to let him catch a break and took his pants and boxers off, discarding them to the side. His hard dick sprung up against his stomach, precum already leaking from the red tip. You touched only the tip with your middle finger to pick up the liquid bead.

“Hnghhh aahh,” 

You laughed at his reaction and cooed, “My poor baby, so desperate for me.”

You put the finger in your mouth and hummed at the taste. This time you wrapped your hand around his length and jerked him off as hard as you could. At this point he was basically screaming for you. His body thrashing around uncontrollably. The loss of sight and touch heightened every other sensation for him. But you wanted him to come while he was inside you so you stopped your actions. Grabbing the last item from the coffee table, a condom that you tore open and slid on his cock.

You stood up again and took your panties off. Once again, you straddled him and asked, “Ready?”

“Yes ma’am please wanna cum so bad.”

You lifted your hips and started taking him in inch by inch. His pink lips hung open and you just couldn’t stop yourself from kissing those lips. You had to take a second to adjust because, at this angle and with his size, he was so deep that you thought you could feel him in your gut.

You started out with grinding against him. However, as your pace got faster, your hands came up to his hair again and tugged them hard. His teeth were bared in a way that kind of reminded you of a wolf and he was grunting every time your hips came down. Soon enough you couldn’t stop the moans from tumbling out of your mouth. 

“Please ma’am need to see you. Need to look at your pretty eyes to cum.”

Your hands went around his head and undid the blindfold. There they were, those blues that had turned a few shades darker because of the intense lust. He let out a high pitched moan as your pussy clenched around him. After a couple more minutes he had planted his feet firmly on the ground and began thrusting up into you as your hips came down. You had never felt pleasure like this.

It was your turn to let out a loud, “Aaaah God- fuck Austin so good. So fucking. Good. For me.” The last few words accentuated with rough thrusts.

“Fuck ma’am, I’m close so clo- fuck bout to bust. Ple-please let me come.”

You felt right on edge too and said, “Cum baby, cum for me. Only for me.”

His hips left the couch to thrust up into you for the last time as his back arched. His head fell against the back of the couch and you could see his abs twitch every few seconds as he released into the condom. The sounds that left him pushed you over, to your end. Your forehead came in contact with his muscled shoulder as both of you spent a couple of minutes just taking in as much oxygen as you could.

He broke the silence, “Wow”

You laughed and got off his lap, throwing away the condom and using the key to unlock the handcuffs. His wrists has turned an alarming red against his otherwise pale complexion so you gave each wrist a small peck.

“Does it hurt? Should I get some ice packs?”

“Oh no I’m alright.”

“And what about your lip? Are you okay? Was it too mu-”

He stood up and cupped your cheeks with his unfairly long fingers, “I’m alright I promise. It was mind blowing. Let’s just go to bed.” His eyes shifted down and he cockily added, “Your legs are shaking.”

“Shut up”

You led him to the bedroom and both of you got in the plush bed. He pulled you to him so your head was on his chest. You let out a yawn and said, “I’m taking you to the Warner offices tomorrow.”

Austin felt his heart drop but before he could even say anything you had drifted off to sleep.

So Part 2 anyone?

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[bookishtheaterlover7]

I’m going to counter your anon who says AB isn’t getting karma.

I think she is. A Little bit already.

First, her “husband’s” fanbase despises her. Not all, but I’d say a loud minority that’s also out there ready to snatch her wig for anything she tries to do (lol).

Anytime she does something remotely embarrassing there’s a group of people waiting to out her - remember Liberia? 😂 and they have receipts and keep screenshots. She can’t hide unless she goes private but then she’ll never get more followers. 🤣

And if she thinks these people will stop if she has his baby? She can think again. That’s never happening. I think she burned all opportunity to make peace with his fan base and people want to see her gone. There are a ton of crazy fans that go way too far, yes, but unfortunately shes made enemies for life. Should have thought twice before having your soulmate mock and troll your fans on your behalf and then posting yourself showering to the world as an FU. Now when you try to claim you’re so shy your posts will be spammed with your own nudes.

The general public still does not notice or care about her. She’s so uninteresting and irrelevant her name is still getting spelled wrong. By people in her own country 🙈

Her movie backed by the largest US talent agency made no noise at all in any of the box offices and especially not in the United States of America. She was only only in it briefly and the reviews don’t even mention her. Not really going to help her future IT girl case because in comparison, like Jenna Ortega gained 10 million fans in like two weeks. I’m sure a bunch of them were bots too but let me tell you EVERYOne was watching Wednesday back in Nov-Dec 22. So her gaining that much really isn’t that far off the bat. Not to mention, AB’s big moment to shine was around the same time as Jenna and Jenna beat her and didn’t have to date anyone famous. 🙊

Even Chris back in 2019 - his peak popularity and then 2020 - he was trending at times daily, weekly. He was trending #1 on twitter for at least 24-48 hours during his oopsie weekend. His tweet after that telling people to go vote got millions of likes. He used to get crazy engagement just for breathing. I remember after endgame and then knives out people were talking about him like he had just popped up on the scene…this man had been in the industry at least 20 where at that point. lol

Chris came on IG and I’m pretty sure he gained a million followers in about 24 hours. Yes, there are celebs that did it faster than him but remember he’s always been more of an under the radar celebrity and he never really tried to be otherwise. So for the fact he was hitting 40 years old and joined IG ten years after everyone else and got 1 million the first day is impressive. So yes, he had star power. Jenna has it now.

And yes, CE has lost that star power and in part it’s due to him being with AB. So yes, he’s losing due to his decision to be linked with her, which could be called his karma…

But miss wannabe IT girl? Whew.

Try as she might, Her followers….basically capped at 840K and I will bet Elon musk’s entire net worth she was hoping to hit 1 million the night she went public with her now husband. People on tumblr even saw that she went and pinned her Mrs Harris movie post like the same day their pap pics came out. That’s how you know old girl was waiting and hoping to see her numbers go up.

Lastly, her “husband” is still more popular than her. Even though his fanbase has deteriorated she hasn’t gained more popularity’s I think this may really really grate her (don’t ask me why, I just have this feeling) because she’s the young and vibrant one. She wants to be adored and no matter what she tries to do, photoshopping herself in every picture she posts, she’s not outgaining him in terms of recognition. People will only know her if his name is added first.

So…yeah. Maybe you think she has it all and she’s not getting anything bad. But I would say karma works in mysterious ways. Sometimes it’s not as obvious as you think.

OH! THANK YOU, AN🫶N!!!

God, this really made me feel so much better after reading all the shit Elijah posted on Medium. 🥹

Especially when you mentioned "Karma isn't as obvious as you think". It's something I made a realization recently. Because I truly believe in Karma, I just wanted Karma to be more obvious, but sometimes, it just isn't.

And honestly, that makes it better 😆

Anyway, back to what you said about Albitch's Karma... Ohhhh, the number of laughs you gave me is PRICELESS!!!

I would seriously pay to see the screenshots of HER posts being filled with her own nudes 😆 Reap what you sow!

And I know it will not get any better for her. She's dragging Chris through the mud, and let's just say, that the fans that love Chris, definitely hate her. Beyond her "marrying" him.

Also, how Chris seems to contradict everything he used to say whenever he's with her. Hell, she doesn't even have THE ASS that Chris would be into 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 so, that's a VERY BIG contradiction. And, regards to their marriage... PRIVACY, MY ASS!!!

That said, I love how clearly you can see everything, once you get a level head. That means... Karma is definitely real.

Also, lemme just tag @blue-ice715 because it's her post that I reblogged, and she would definitely love to read this. 😊

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[1000roughdrafts]

Happy Valentine's Day!

Hi everyone :) I have missed you all so much! I have been kicking myself these last two years for being gone for so long. Not only did I feel like I was letting y'all down, I felt like I was letting myself down. Writing is my biggest passion, and I felt like I abandoned it, and you. For context, before I left, I had Covid pretty bad, and am now suffering from long-term effects with my health because of it (that are thankfully more under control now). After having Covid I left a toxic relationship to unwittingly enter another, even more toxic and controlling relationship (whew is that a story!) and I learned that I have ADHD! (How fun is that!)

Anyway, to everyone that's still following me,

No seriously, thank you for sticking around!!

I have been working on some stuff for the last few months that I am so excited to share with y'all!

A few hours after this post will be a little Valentine's Day fluff fic to come out. Then in the coming weeks, I have a song inspired DeanxReader fic to be coming out labeled If You're Gonna Lie, and the following requests (under the read more with snippets of the fic) ready right now, to be queued. The requests will be coming out first, and then my own idea fics.

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"Yes! Why does everyone keep asking me if I'm okay!" she growls, "first my dad, then John, now you!" She throws her hand onto her stomach to try to push away the pain. Sam is taken aback by this, and that's when he notices that her hand is held tightly on her stomach. Suddenly, it all makes sense. Sam is confident that this isn't Y/N, that Y/N is in there somewhere, fighting to be free from whatever demon is possessing her.

I hear my name in Dean's voice from a distance, but I'm surrounded by total darkness. I try so hard with all of my might to tell him I'm here, that it's okay, but the words don't come. Just as it takes all of my strength to open my eyes, but they burn. Everything burns. I don't even try to suppress the scream that bellows out of me. Taking as deep of a breath as I can, I'm scared for myself when it sounds and feels like I'm breathing a water and air mixture. "What's happening?" I manage to say, but Dean puts a finger to my lips. "No, no," he soothes, "no, just don't talk. It's okay," he says so gently, and as he maneuvers me into his lap I cry out in agonizing pain. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he says, then his voice switches into a shaky, fear filled yell for Castiel that hurts my heart almost as much as my wound hurts.

Y/N always felt like she had big shoes to fill, being third born after two boys. She never really formed a bond with John like the eldest Winchester had, despite her best efforts to impress the man. Her next role model was Dean, who became more of a father to her than John ever could be.  Up until her eleventh birthday Dean did her hair into pigtails, partly because he didn’t know how to do any other hair style, but mostly because he thought it was the cutest on her. He’d pack her and Sam’s lunch with snacks he’d bought from vending machines and even pretend to take her on hunts because he knew how eager she was to be just like him.  When she wasn’t learning about monsters and guns with Dean, she was spending her time with Sam. He’d help her with her homework, or play board and card games. They had as much in common as Y/N and Dean, neither Sam nor Y/N got along with John, and neither really knew their mothers. 

Speaking of requests, I'll leave them open for now but I can't promise all will be fulfilled as I try to get my groove. My schedule as I get back into things, I think, will be one fic every other week.

I also updated my master lists and will be posting them later today, to then put them all in one master master list lol

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[romaine2424]

Weekly Blog August 14, 2023

Whew! Finally making it back to the Blog. I've been occupied on the homefront with some house projects. Can I just say that peeling wallpaper is very therapeutic. Getting that large piece successfully off the wall and then the layer of glue that comes off like suntanned skin in the summer is weirdly satisfying.

I've been reading a lot of Drarry and delving into Haphne for research purposes. I hate that Harry/Daphne is called Haphne when there are really clever ship names available. I mean PotDGrass or DGrassPot are ripe for the taking. LOL Or something with Pot and Grass (have to distinguish between the Daphne and Astoria).

I've updated The Azkaban Letters with Chapter 10. I'll make a separate post for that. But I admit to being very dejected that the hit count was low for the last chapter, and I won't even get into the kudos or lack of comments, but then when posting today, I discovered a mistake I'd made in updating last time. The original publication date for the fic is June 2007. When adding a new chapter, for some reason, I have to manually update the posting date for the new chapter to the current day. I'm hoping that was the reason. *looks around nervously*

Okay, onto other goodies.

What I'm reading (and for today, What I'm Looking At):

First up is a major Art Rec. I'm sure most of you have seen it, but just in case. Keep Driving by Anonymous (Shhh, we know who it is!) from @hd-wireless is one of those pieces that is a complete game-changer for a trope. This is FemSlash!Drarry, or as the artist put it in the tags, Lesbian Road Trip Montage. Established relationship. From the get-go, we're introduced to fab badass Draco driving the car. And then we meet HJP in all of her curvaceous glory. And Draco thinks so too. In every piece after the first, we see that Draco is in awe of her love. I'm not an artist in any way, but the colouring is dreamy and summery. We feel that we're on that road trip as a fly on the wall or windshield. I've not been a big fan of FemSlash!Drarry in story or art. If you have any recs for me, send them my way, but previously most have been cutesy or PWP. This series I want to see more, I want to read more but what is there now is enough. Just absolutely stunning.

View "Keep Driving" on AO3

Second is a fic also from @hd-wireless. The Waiting (43.5K) by Anonymous is a great piece of mystery writing. Summary:

It’s been almost ten years since Draco Malfoy disappeared during a routine Curse Breaker training exercise. Harry, his partner in more ways than one, is determined to figure out why. As the past resurfaces and the present fades into confusion, Harry discovers the only thing more unreliable than memory is love.

There are two timelines in this fic, the one before Draco disappears and then the one ten years later. The one ten years later can be a bit hard to read because Harry is so lost (which means the author wrote this extremely well so we can feel his pain). There are also sections in the current timeline where we know things are wrong, as does Harry, but no one else does. It's scary, it's tense, it's delish!

One final note, read the Author's note and tags before diving into this amazing fic.

Read The Waiting on AO3

Remember, Artists and Authors need lots of love! Comment folks!

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I'm not sure how many of you are familiar with @creativepromptsforwriting but if you're a writer or artist too I think, you could spend hours on the blog. The series for What is? on Wednesdays earlier this year was wonderful, especially for those new to writing. They're definitions of terms we see all of the time but are sometimes afraid to ask because you might look stupid. Some examples defined are What is a Drabble, Deus Ex Machina, Missing Scene, etc...

There are thousands of prompts for different genres, there are fic titles to use beginning with every letter of the alphabet, and one of my favs was Same Height Ideas; basically, what can two characters the same height do, like rub noses without bending down or looking up, staring directly into their eyes, or one wearing shoes to get the other off balance. All very cute.

Also, there are examples of dialogue one-liners even for Smut. Sorry, I could go on and on.

Take a look, and have fun exploring!

Have a Fab week!

Rom

#romaine2424 daily blog #drarry fic rec #romaine2424 fics #drarry art rec #I'm not ready for summer to be over! #Haphne is not a good ship name!

[sacrficialspork]

A xiaoven scene… 🍃🦋☺️

This time w fem!xv - bc I’ve been slowly falling in love w the concept 🥰

“Welcome Home”

(7-12-2023)

- - -

Xiao hated airports. It could be the fact that she had gotten lost in them one too many times as a child. Or that she too often missed connection flights, sending her into an hours-long spiral of anxiety. Or that the chaotic shuffling of people and constant blaring of announcements made her head spin and her knees want to buckle. But no, she sighed, she knew what it was. Anytime she was forced into an airport, someone was always leaving.

But not this time. No, she was on a mission. She steeled herself, shoving her hands further into the pockets of her jeans, and fixed her gaze desperately on the top of the escalator. Really, her task was simple and shouldn’t have required this much mental willpower. She was just picking up her girlfriend, that was all. Her girlfriend who had been away for three weeks. Her girlfriend who hadn’t been able to communicate while she was away. Her girlfriend who had burrowed her way into the softest place in Xiao’s heart, like her second family, nearly inseparable and so, so special. Her absence had affected Xiao more than she wanted to admit…

After what felt like hours, through strained, blurry vision, she swore she could make out a pair of shiny black loafers appearing at the top of the escalator. Her eyes widened as the escalator’s descent revealed a sparkly green suitcase, a cozy three-sizes-too-big marshmallow of a sweatshirt, and aquamarine-tipped braids.

“Xiao! Hey!!”

Xiao’s heart leaped into her throat at Venti’s familiar lilting voice and the shine in her celestial, two-toned eyes. (She had always thought the expression — having one’s heart “leap into their throat” — to be cringey and overly romanticized, but after experiencing the feeling for herself, she would need to reconsider…)

Venti dismounted the escalator with a flourish, then was promptly toppled by her suitcase as the impatient staircase spat it on the ground. Shaken back to the present, Xiao tore herself from where she was rooted to peel her flailing girlfriend from the floor.

“Ta da~ …?” Venti exclaimed with a weak gesture of finishing flair. “Did ya miss me?” she grinned.

Xiao’s shock broke, a small smile lighting up her face, “Mhm. Of course, dear.”

“I knew it!” Venti punctuated her victory with a quick peck to Xiao’s cheek. She ran to the airport doors, waving for Xiao to follow. “C’mon let’s go hoooome! I’m starving!”

How could Venti have such an unbelievable amount of energy so late in the day, and after a six-hour flight … ? Xiao followed, shaking her head, “Hehe, of course. Your chariot awaits, my dear~”

~~~

Venti all but threw open the door to their apartment. A small gust swept through the living room, ruffling the curtains and letting stray rays of fading sunlight douse the room in a gentle golden glow.

“Whew… home sweet home! You sure kept the place clean, love,” Venti flopped onto the couch, sending Xiao a fond wink.

Xiao quietly closed the door and turned. “Of course,” she affirmed with a small, but stiff, smile.

Venti frowned, inspecting Xiao more closely from her place on the couch. Xiao had been uncharacteristically quiet during their drive back. (She wasn’t the type to talk much, and still, she had been nearly soundless.) Had Venti been blabbering on too much… ? No, Xiao had been hesitant since they reunited — something else was bothering her dearest. Venti pushed herself up from the couch and padded over to where Xiao stood, frozen.

“Love, is something the matter?” she reached out, careful to not invade Xiao’s personal bubble if she wasn’t comfortable, but made sure to leave the option open.

Xiao took a single hesitant step, eyes silently pleading, then sunk into Venti’s embrace. Venti met her halfway, holding her tight and running a hand through her short, feathery locks.

“I . . . missed you . . . so much,” Xiao breathed.

“Oh, love…” Venti placed a soft peck to Xiao’s temple and continued her soothing strokes through Xiao’s hair.

Xiao nuzzled further into her dearest’s embrace, enveloping herself in the plush of Venti’s sweatshirt and holding tightly to her shoulders.

“Is this … okay.. ?”

“Of course dear,” Venti gave Xiao’s temple another sweet peck, “It’s more than okay.”

“I… shouldn’t have let it… affect me… so much. I’m sorry, love,” Xiao murmured.

“Wha..?” Venti pulled back slightly, only to have a good look at the face of her love. “No.. no no no no Xiao… why would you do that to yourself.. ? You’re allowed to express yourself. You’re more than allowed to ask things of me too. Please, don’t torture yourself by keeping your needs hidden away. You know I love you, and I want to help you, just as you help me...”

Xiao’s eyes shone at Venti’s sincerity, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Venti deftly swiped it away with a single feather-light stroke. With a sigh, Xiao buried herself in Venti’s embrace once again. The two spent a moment, soaking in the light of the sunset and the warmth of each other’s presence.

. . . . . .

“Venti… I love you,” Xiao whispered, and tilted her head to place a kiss to the crook of her dearest’s neck.

“I love you,” a kiss a bit higher on her neck.

“I love you,” three kisses along the line of her jaw.

“I love you,” a kiss to the shell of her ear. Venti sighed in content.

“I love you,” a kiss to each cheek.

“I love you~” a kiss to her nose.

Venti hummed, a grin spreading across her face, “Mm what was that dearest~?”

Xiao chuckled, “You heard me. I love you~” A kiss to her lips, sweet and slow. And just one more peck. And okay, maybe another.

They both giggled at their own sappiness, resting their foreheads together.

“Let’s get you some dinner now, hm~? Can’t go to bed on an empty stomach,” Xiao smiled.

Venti grinned and placed a loving peck to her dearest’s forehead, “I thought you’d never ask~”

#xiaoven #venxiao #xiao #venti #fem!xiaoven #genshin impact writing #xiao misses her gf :((( #light angst w lots of comfort #soft and fluffy as always :) #sacrficialspork writing

[afniel]

I am a very smart man and today I made an announcement for a FFXIV event happening later in the day that I run (vaguely, I sorta organize it, it runs itself, this is an important detail in a bit), promptly forgot it existed, and then never showed up.

Of course that's just plain ADHD and having other stuff demanding my attention. I was talking to my partner and making a kind of kickass dinner and got really into both of those things and lost track of the time. But also it's just...way less stressful of an event? I've done other events. Some of them for years. I would pay money to get those years back because all I ever got out of it was gray hairs and anxiety and since it's been long enough and I don't care anymore so I feel like being honest, a fucking ungrateful group of attendees that no matter how long and hard I dragged their stupid event by its short 'n curlies across a gravel parking lot, 99% of them would conveniently forget I existed all the time forever because I wasn't a Popular RPer and the other event runners were, so fuck me for not being a cool kid I guess, I was just there to pester with questions about where the cool kids were when they couldn't make it. The 1% that didn't do this were great folks, but damn, man, literally all I ever wanted was someone to say, "hey man, thanks for putting all this work into this," and that happened zero times. Even when I publicly announced that I was stepping down. Not a single fuckin' peep. Whew. I don't miss that.

(Yeah, that's an ancient-ass vent that I've been sitting on for years and it shows. It took me this long to learn how to not give a shit if anyone knows I didn't like the treatment I got.)

But now? I set up an event that it literally doesn't even matter if I'm there, it'll function alright. People are chill and genuinely nice to be around. I don't feel invisible. I don't have to do math about it (scorekeeping was never my strong point and that was a big part of the prior thing). I don't have anxiety attacks before, during, and after it. Nobody starts drama. It's just...nice. I don't think I realized how nice until I looked at the clock and realized it was an hour and a half into the event and I was so unstressed about it that I hadn't even shown up. And even realizing that didn't stress me out, I just said, lmao, I seem to not be feeling it today, and that was fine.

Being fine in a totally normal way shouldn't feel like such a revelation, but damn, man. I do not have the energy to go into the hundred ways that certain people and events in FFXIV RP fucked me up, and also some of those people who fucked shit up are here on Tumblr and I don't need the attention, and some others of them who had their shit fucked up don't need their business aired and I can't really get into mine without doing that, but I'm actually pretty alright at this point. It's neat. I could get used to this.

#mostly I don't get into the FFXIV shit on this blog but honestly it was just plain mental health stuff and it was. Not good. Very not good #note me carefully not naming shit here but it was just not a good experience in hindsight or even in present sight at the time and I knew i #stuck it out for far longer than was healthy because...idk why I guess a sense of obligation #and feeling like well if I don't do it then someone else will have to do it and if it's suffering for me then it must be suffering for them #the actual moral of the story is if shit sucks hit the bricks! real winners quit! just walk away! #but I'm good now. I finally got the majority of the shit worked out and I have my motivation to do RP shit back and it's really quite nice #and if I feel like not doing shit I do not kick myself for 'missing out' or whatever the hell I was afraid of. I don't even remember #it feels very silly to look back on and go 'what was I even getting from any of that situation?' ulcers perhaps #the contrast between being Not Okay in the past and being Very Okay in the present was stark today and I felt like making words about it lo

[m-jelly]

Jelly! How are you?! I miss you!

Um, as you may know I've been chatting with bot Levi (and Jean hehe) it's funny and honestly taking up my time like an actual relationship HAHA. Have you every used a chat bot like that?

The world cup is starting soon. Is that something you're interested in? I can't remember how much you like sports but believe this is big where you are so thought maybe you'd watch a little and follow a little. Besides ice hockey and the Olympics, I watch the World Cup.

It's a busy time and yet here I am chatting with bots and playing Facebook games. Who has that time?! Work is busy and I'm going to be making multiple dishes for my families Thanksgiving. Hours of cooking while working almost every day leading up to it, I can do it!

Also, I'm trying to be more focused with writing (in between all the other things) and wrote down all the things I know I'd like to write until the beginning of January and wrote deadline dates down for some and suggested dates for others. The collabs have specific dates, and my holiday stores should be up by Christmas. There's at this point 8 things!

Plus, non date specific things that I've been itching to write, the night nurse story inspired by the Halloween Levi story you did from my request, plus a few other collabs including one for the country living town you made, featuring a couple characters I've really never written before!

Then AFTER that, attempt to host my own event starting in late January. Then perhaps listing plots for my multichapter fic ideas and seeing if there's one people want to see first. I haven't done this yet because it feels so daunting. But if you get through it, very rewarding I imagine.

Whew. It all seems like a lot, but, if I can manage my time (HA!) it's totally possible. And, for some reason, I always work well under pressure, which is great but, why do I do this?!

Now that I've rambled forever, I'd love to hear how you are and what you're up to and anything of interest for you as of late!

OH and SPOILER FOR AMERICAN VERSION OF DWTS

Shangela from RPDR and her partner Gleb have made it to the finals of Dancing with the Stars! She did some amazing dances last night and I'm rooting for them so hard! The link was my favorite dance of the night! There's some major competition but I'm so proud of her!

Hey! I'm alright, surviving really! How are you? I miss you too! I will chat more on discord soon <3

I've never used a chatbot before! Never thought of using one, but it's cute they have them for people to use.

I don't watch the world cup. I'm not into football (soccer for USA people). It's a big thing to Europeans and UK people, but it's never been my cup of tea. Out of all sports to watch, I do enjoy watching rugby the most. I do prefer to play sports more than watch them. I used to play a lot in school.

Work is busy for me too! December and the end of November are pantomime seasons! So, the theatre will be busier than ever. I am thankful we don't have Thanksgiving in the UK. Having that big event and then Christmas weeks after? I would not be able to cope! We're going away for Christmas. We're going to a nice cottage in the country and I'm hoping we get some snow! I believe in you though! You can make it through this season!

I have so many things on my list to write as well, but make sure you take your time. I'm taking my time too. This season is very busy for most and we need to take it easy. I have a long story planned out, along with 40 odd requests to do and I wanna do a winter event for Levi's birthday, but with the hours I'm pulling at work I don't think I can do it all. It makes me so sad cause I love the requests. I might have to give it a miss this season.

I think it's maybe because pressure can be very motivating to some people. It can give me a little push too. I'm looking forward to all your ideas and I'm excited for the nurse one! Just, take it easy for a bit and take your time. Try and plan your days maybe? My days are sort of planned? I try my best. I know you're trying hard for others. You've got this!

YAY! Go Shangela! She's so wonderful.

Me? Hmm...I guess not much is new with me really. Lots of planning of fics. Lots of self-doubts. Lots of days when I think of quitting Tumblr. Lots of tired days. Lots of days full of too many ideas. I'm trying to relax myself more. Been getting back into video games and due to the recent death of a beloved voice actor, I've been going back to my batman games.

[thahiree]

1872!!!!!! 1872 SQUARE DANCING

1796 words of 1872 Stevetony.....not square dancing (sorry!) but Steve watching Tony dance with someone that isn't him 👀

Read Part 1 on AO3

"Quit beatin’ the devil around the stump, Sheriff, and ask that sweet girl for a dance," Stark said from where he was leaning against the bar, his elbows brushing Steve’s.

Well, the bar was packed full, the whole of Timely out for a drink, it seemed like. Steve saw no point in moving away.

"I don’t dance," Steve replied, staring at the laughing couples on the dance floor. Some of ‘em seemed a tad too close for polite company, but what did Steve know? He was an outsider at these kinda things, and he liked it that way. He swirled the last dregs of Apple Jack in his glass. "And what girl?"

Stark snorted. "The one’s that’s been tryin’ to catch your attention for the past half hour? I’m honestly startin’ to feel bad for her." A beat. "Not your type?"

Steve snapped around to look at Stark, but there was no suspicion in Stark’s eyes, only genuine curiosity.

Somehow, that was even worse.

"She’s a bit plain, but that’s about what you can expect in a shithole like Timely," Stark said after a moment in which Steve desperately tried to think of something to say. "Now in the city, whew, there you got all sorts of ladies."

Steve rolled his eyes. Stark was obviously waiting for him to show interest in his past exploits, but Steve wasn’t interested in that kind of talk.

"I do miss the redheads," Stark mused, sighing wistfully into his drink.

Steve snorted. "Well, nobody’s stoppin’ you from goin’ back."

"Tryna’ get rid of me, Sheriff?" Stark asked with a pointed eyebrow. "And here I thought you liked my company."

Steve smirked. "Just looking out for ya. Certainly no redheads ‘round here." Aside from Natasha Barnes but she wouldn’t give Stark the time of day if he was the last man on Earth.

Stark laughed, stumbling into Steve a little. He didn’t move away after he quieted down. "That’s right." A slow smirk appeared on his face. "But there are blondes, and they are just as good."

Steve blinked, taking a hasty gulp out of his whiskey. He could never tell when Stark was serious or not. Something about him always seemed to be laughin’ at Steve.

Stark snorted again, then finished off his glass and deposited behind them on the counter. "Well, if you won’t, I will."

"Huh?"

"Someone’s gotta help that poor girl out."

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but Stark was gone a second later, making his way toward the girl in the corner, expertly bypassing dancing couples and drunks alike.

Steve frowned, then downed the last of his drink. Time to head home, then. Stark surely would be occupied for the rest of the evening.

But something had him rooted to the spot.

Against his better judgment, he found himself ordering himself another whiskey and settling in, eyes going back to Stark and the girl. She seemed to have gotten over Steve quite fast, now happily laughing and twirling her hair ‘round Stark.

Steve had to roll his eyes when Stark reached out a hand to tug on the girl’s braid and the girl let out another shrill, girlish laugh, audible even though the saloon’s din. A moment later, he put the same hand on her back and led her to the dance floor, whispering into her ear.

Steve took another big gulp of his whiskey, watching her face as she came closer. Stark was wrong, there was nothing plain about her. She was quite the looker, actually. Big brown doe eyes, lovely blonde curls, her lips painted a dark red. Hard to believe a girl like that was without company in a bar.

Steve tried hard to dredge up something beyond objective appreciation for her within himself…and just couldn’t. She was a lovely girl, yes, but Steve didn’t feel like tugging her close and twirling her about the dance floor. Kissing her, caressing her. Doing any of the things Stark had been smirking about earlier.

His gaze wandered over to Stark again, standing with his back to Steve now. They cut a nice figure together, Steve had to admit, Stark tall and dark and her petite and blond, and when they began moving ‘round the floor once the music started, it looked easy and smooth, like they did this kinda thing all day.

Steve drained his drink and grabbed his hat from behind him. He’d seen enough.

—

He was listlessly leafing through the day’s newspaper on his springy old couch, trying to work up the energy to get ready for bed, when he heard one loud knock on his front door. There was only one person that came a knocking this late into the day.

"What do ya want, Stark?"

Stark lowered his raised fist, swaying close. "You disappeared on me."

Steve’s clenched his jaw. "Yeah, well, you seemed busy."

"I was just dancin’ with that nice lady, you know she was beatin’ herself up over nobody paying her no mind."

Steve scoffed, refusing to feel guilt over not caring to dance. "Well, she was quite pretty, I’m sure she would’ve found someone else to occupy her time with."

"But she wanted you," Stark said, eyeing him curiously. "But you don’t seem to care. Not for her, not for Betsy two weeks ago, either. And that one’s a looker. Why is that?" The playfulness from earlier was gone.

Steve swallowed. "I’m just not interested, alright. I’m not like you, runnin’ around chasin’…" Steve cut himself off when Stark narrowed his eyes.

"I’ll have you know that I was very happily engaged to a lovely lady and I woulda married her too, if it weren’t… for a lotta reasons, so you can take your accusations elsewhere. Anyway, this isn’t about me. Don’t think I don’t notice you evadin’ my question."

"Listen, Stark," Steve began, folding his arms over his chest. "I have an early day tomorrow, I don’t have time to stand ‘round here listening to you spew—"

"You pinin’ over somebody?" Stark interrupted.

Steve swallowed heavily. "No."

Stark was still eyeing him. "You know, I wasn’t going to say it, but to hell with it. I know plenty of men who—"

"Tony," Steve cut in, knowing where Stark was going with this with a sudden burst of panic.

Stark’s face twisted. "I don’t judge, is all," he said after a moment, "How could I? If I feel the same way."

Steve gaped. "But…but you said you were engaged to marry."

"So?" He shrugged. "I’ve always cared for women and men."

"I don’t think that’s…" Possible? But here he was. And if there was one thing Stark was, it was secure in his beliefs. Steve cleared his throat. "Well, good for ya."

Stark smirked. "Why, thank you, Sheriff."

Steve huffed a laugh.

"Anyhow, thank you for tellin’ me," Stark continued, straightening up. "I honor that."

"I ain’t told you nothin’," Steve said gruffly, but he had to smile.

Stark smiled. After a moment, he said, "You know, if you cared for it, I know there are men ‘round here who would—"

"I swear to God, if you don’t stop tryin’ to set me up with people."

"Nothin’ wrong with getting your rocks off occasionally. We all have our needs."

Steve rolled his eyes. Trust Stark to think he was ashamed of it. He probably knew plenty of men and women in his big city that didn’t hide it, but things were different here. Folks needed to be careful. But that didn’t mean Steve thought he was bad for it. He’d just never known a man like him.

Although, if Stark was to be believed, there were plenty of ‘em in this town. Who exactly? And, more importantly, how did Stark know? Did he know them like that? Steve had never seen him interact with anyone that wasn’t a barkeeper and occasionally Banner. But then again, who knew what Stark did up in his smithy?

"Not interested," Steve said simply.

"At all?" Stark prodded.

Steve shrugged one shoulder. He had no answer for that.

Stark stared at him. "What about…" He cut himself, shaking his head.

Steve frowned. "What?"

Stark pinched the bridge of his nose. "Nothin’. I’m just bein’ silly."

"Stark, spit it out."

Stark swallowed. He didn’t speak for a long moment. "What about me," he said finally, staring at Steve head on.

Steve blinked. "I don’t…I don’t understand."

"Well, the cat’s outta the bag, so I might as well go all out. If you ever want to…try some things, or even just talk about it, you know where to find me."

Steve couldn’t speak through the shock for a few seconds. "I could never take advantage of you like that."

Stark rolled his eyes. "It’s not takin’ advantage if I offered."

"Because you pity me," Steve said, more fact than question. Poor Steve stuck in this shithole without anyone to fuck. Is that what Tony thought? As if that was the be all, end all for everyone, as if Steve didn’t have a good life for himself here, protecting the folks of Timely.

"Because I want you!" Stark roared, suddenly loud. Steve grabbed him by the shoulder to shush him. It made Stark sway dangerously close, but he at least kept his hands to himself. "And you want me. I saw the way you looked at me in the saloon when I was dancin’. Wasn’t sure if it was in that way, but now I know for certain."

Steve narrowed his eyes at the tone. But he wasn’t wrong, was he?

"Are you gonna invite me in?" Stark said after a moment, swaying closer.

Steve snorted. "How about you go home and sleep the whiskey off. And then…we’ll see."

"Alright," Stark said easily, smiling and freeing himself from Steve’s hold. "I’ll hold you to that."

"You know I always keep my promises."

Stark hummed, reaching out a hand again to brush a hand over the star on Steve’s chest. It was terribly bold of him, but Steve let him.

Stark dropped his hand after a second, taking two unsteady steps backwards.

"Jesus, do I need to walk ya home," Steve asked, frowning, "make sure you don’t fall face-first into a ditch somewhere and drown?"

"You could just let me sleep in your arms, make sure nothing bad happens to me, how about that?"

"Good night, Tony," Steve said, rolling his eyes and stepping back into his house.

Stark winked, but he took another step backward, then another, until he disappeared ‘round the bend with a cheerful wave. Steve waited a few moments, then shut the door and thumped his head against the door, letting out a heavy breath. What in the Sam Hill had just happened?

#wanted to post this yesterday but tumblr mobile is hell #couldn't copy the fic wtf #and so is ao3 #stevetony #prompts #my fic #stevetony fic

[ashes-writing]

May I request a nsfw headcanon with Tim Speedle or if you're not inspired for him perhaps Timothy Thatcher? Thank you 🤘

Oh my goodness, ya'll are really giving me serotonin out here, asking for all my comfort characters and I am .. I could cry. I love you for this.

I felt a little spicy so I went with Tim Speedle. Because I fucking love and miss that man. So much.

Warnings: (18+ Minors do not interact or i swear to god!) uh.. body fluids, p&v, various kinks, choking, biting use of d*ddy kink and thas it...

Tag List: Nobody's actually on my taglist, so.. Yeah. I literally just made them, if anybody wants to be added, please let me know.

✯ Tim is mostly vanilla. Mostly. But those kinks he does have, whew. They always say watch out for the quiet ones and Tim is literally the embodiment of this. Literally.

✯ Risky sex. On the Ducati, on a private beach he goes to a lot to collect his thoughts and watch the sunset. He enjoys a little controlled risk and he knows the place isn’t one that’s frequented by many tourists / beach goers because it’s on a shithole side of Miami.

✯ He likes to bite. A lot. But it’s never in a place that’s just like right out there in plain sight, no.. The bites he leaves behind can be seen and occasionally, like when you’re crossing your legs in a mini skirt or you feel like your neck is hot so you move your hair out of the way, those bites can be glimpsed. Just enough for him to see them from across the room and get hard all over again because you’re absolutely covered in his marks.

✯ He likes it in front of mirrors sometimes. He loves to watch  when your face gets all flushed and your mouth’s opening and closing with all those pretty little moans. He loves the watch the way you get that fucked out look in your eyes while he’s taking you from behind, one hand on your tits -or your throat because he does enjoy choking just a little.. There’s just something about seeing himself taking you in the reflection of the mirror that makes the man downright fucking feral.

✯ Will go down on you to wake you up in the morning. Will lick you through the fabric of your panties as a bit of a warning of what’s to come.

✯ IIRC, he used to carry a camera around with him now and again. He has pictures of you, legs spread with your head thrown back and your mouth agape with your hand tangled in his hair because his head’s buried between your thighs.

✯ He likes the short/tall height dynamic a lot. He enjoys being the taller one, the stronger one. Because he’s not nearly as tall as Delko or Wolfe, and yeah, it irks him to a degree. So he tends to be attracted to the shorter people. Oh.. And he’s stronger than he looks, fight me on it. The amount of times he’s just picked you up, your back against the wall as he teases you by sliding his cock against your underwear. Or just barely grazing against your cunt...

✯ Favorite position is cowgirl because he loves to look up at you and watch your tits bounce up and down. Bonus points if you're wearing a necklace because when he want sto kiss you he will use it to pull your mouth down against his own.

✯ He prefers giving oral to receiving it. He could stay down there for hours and the man is king at overstim. You’ll be trying to shove his mouth away by the time he’s done with you.

✯ If you wanna unleash a feral side of the man, steal one of his shirts and walk around in only that. You will be taken against any and all flat surfaces. Relentlessly.

✯ He loves having his hair pulled when he’s giving head. Drives him insane and it only makes him go after it more relentlessly.

✯ He’s not big on toys but there is one he enjoys. It’s a mini vibe with a blue tooth controlled remote. He’ll get you to wear it and when you’re out somewhere, he’ll play with the settings now and then, especially if he’s done peopling and he wants to get you home and out of those clothes.

✯ If he takes you from behind he’s either going to play with tiddies or pull your hair. But more often than not, his hand, your throat.

✯ Loves a messy blow job. The fastest way to get this man riled up enough that he’s bruising your throat with each stroke is if you look up at him with teary eyes, spit and his cum dripping out the corners of your mouth and down your chin. 

✯ He’s the perfect mix of slow and romantic with a little rough side thrown in. He’s not big on quickies though.

✯ call him daddy. tease him a little. see how fast that gets you railed in the nearest almost private area. He loves it when you're bratty. Sometimes he gets a little rough.

✯ After care. He is king. That is all. I don’t make the rules.

✯ Ice cube. Your pussy. Any questions?

✯ We won't even talk about the time he was hungry late at night and decided that your body made the perfect holder for vanilla ice cream and a lil drizzle of chocolate sauce. Yep. he ate that shit right off your tum.

✯ He is unapologetically a legs / ass / thighs guy.

[its-inevitable-lupe]

I been having a whole dramatic insane situation with a friend and we go out hang out and took her to a concert far and that night was chaotic.. these month with her have been insane even tho I known her for a year and months. But it was always nice and conversations.. and we were in different places. I enjoy it. Good energy and the sweetest. But since I change department and I see her more since September.. it was always good and aaaah. But after Halloween and what I did change everything and ever since that she got wayyy to comfortable and we argue A LOT. More than what people friends should do. It’s absolutely abnormal. I have never experienced anything like this and never in a million years would I think I would be having this thing with her. This issue. And we argue at work, we argue outside. We argue in the car. We argue outside her house and the partner doesn’t know. she just so sensitive, passive and absolutely can’t take things at all. And I promise you that I’m actually not doing anything. She takes things TOO literal. She says so much shit to me. And I’m guessing since she doesn’t have someone with fire and to say things to them oh me. I feel she likes it now because huh. In our break she’s like yes I talk to people like this , and I’m like whooooo do you do it with huh. She’s like you. Only you. She got mad at me in the club. Well.. lol. The next day I went to the club again and the guy everyone hates or is huh with that I kiss when we go to the club was there, she wasn’t with me and he was there when I was with her so I was in my best behavior but she hated how he touched me, and would try to and make moves on me. How I smoked from his thing. But the next day I went to the club and he left hickey marks on my neck and two big noticeable ones.. I was so mad because I didn’t feel them in the club. I bought some green makeup thing as a primer to cover then added foundation. I was so fucking and and embarrassed at work but I was trying so hard for it not to show. But oh fuck. I took her out to eat well I did for my lunch break, she tried to cover it with makeup. She even cried in the car in the long 2356 hour long concert trip & then later says pass and she’s like yeah u made me cry and didn’t Care. I’m like dude anything I would sayyyy you would turn it around me or mock me. I honestly been so good but ofc I won’t take it. And the Spanish curse words go far and no holding back lol. And I live and hate the fact that I can’t feel shit. Like that person and Covid took my emotions.. like I don’t cry. And maybe like ah but not like I cried that last time. And she puts it in my face all the time. Then she’s like we shouldn’t talk anymore.. and then we do that same day and all over. Just like yesterday I had to message her after we fault in the messages.. because dude I’m expressing myself and you are just being defensive and trying to victimize and mock me lol like no dear. But I just really like our time and it sucks to end the year like that. And then shes on vacation for weeks so just like S all over again but she is more.. even tho she literally looks sweet as hell but that FIRE SIGNS in these girls whew love me and to fight me. Smh . But she was the plot twist EVER. And S dad. And when I went to the concert with N, my other crush idk she unfollow the singer 💀 and we didn’t talk much after weeks and just hi and hi and ugh she’s adorable af. My taste is good. And s when I went to her place to get food they sell, s was like oh you’re with N and she was in the car and since her family isn’t Mexican ofc I was like I want her to try it. Then funny thing we fought after I got the food lmao .. I tell you. But I miss s so much. And yea. But yesterday we had a great conversation and then N was like hey look after her thing and then I finish talking to the girl and I call her saying I lost it and she’s playing saying wow you lost it and she had it the whole time. Dramatic. Then I call minutes later and she was Maddddd af with me. And that’s how that mess happen on Friday but whatever hope we stay ok and for how long lol.

#n #my thoughts #2023

[noctumbra]

𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆

summary ─ after a busy day what would you do other than having a couple drinks? ah, yes, you’d agree to spend a night with one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen and whom you only know his name. perfect, wasn’t it?

pairing ─ stepdad!bucky barnes x reader 

warnings ─ smut, +18, heavy age gap (reader is in her early 20s, bucky is in mid 40s), dom!bucky (light), kissing, oral sex, fingering, one night stand, dirty talk, pet names, cheating/infidelity

a/n ─ hello :D hope y’all like it sdgfsdjshd please leave a comment if you do! thank you so much!!! <33

It was a Friday, and you left school an hour ago only to perch yourself on top of a stool at a bar, asking for a glass of whiskey. It was a particularly intense day; professors demanding a lot shit from you and telling you to get them done if you wanted your master’s, you were going insane slowly, you thought. Sometimes you regretted your choice to get your master’s, but it was what you wanted, so you were grinding as hard as you could.

Sighing, you thanked the bartender when he placed your drink in front of you. The guy smiled at you and walked towards another customer. You took a sip, relishing the burn of the delicious drink, you hummed. It was funny how a sip of a drink that burned your throat while going down could make you feel relaxed already.

“Hello.”

You opened your eyes and swallowed the rest the drink you’ve been keeping in your mouth. Putting the glass where the bartender placed in front of you, you turned to the source of the voice. The voice had belonged to a very handsome guy. He had a navy blue suit on him with first two buttons of his white dress shirt were undone, no tie. He had blue-gray and beautiful eyes; his hair had whites and grays peppered in it just like his faint stubble. He must be in his forties, you thought as a smile spread over your lips. His lips mimicked yours as he, too, smiled at you.

“Hi,” you murmured. The guy’s smile widen just a little. He placed his empty glass on the counter and signaled another one.

“May I join you?” He asked. His voice was smooth, had right amount of deepness in it. He would sound great if he were to read stories at a radio station, you thought and frowned slightly. That was a weird thought.

“Um, sure,” you said, shuffling on your seat. “Of course.” The guy sent you another blinding smile, and you had to ignore the back flip your stomach did. He gracefully slid into the stool right next to yours and extended his hand.

“James,” he introduced himself. Feeling your face heating up under his intense gaze, you held his hand, shaking slightly.

“Y/N,” you said, and James hummed. The bartender gave James his drink, thanking the guy when he tipped him. “What made you want to join me?” You asked without missing a beat. James chuckled softly into his drink.

“You looked tired, maybe a little desperate for something different,” he murmured. His voice was so soft, you could fall asleep if he were to talk to you like that at a place where there was no one but you two. Oh. “I also wanted to come up to you and see if I could get you to agree to spend a night with me.”

You barely managed not to choke on the sip you took. “Spend a night with you?” You asked, eyebrows raised and you had a surprised look on your face. James nodded.

“That is if you want to, of course, I’m not here to push you into something you don’t want to,” James said, sipping his own drink. “Honestly, I need something more relaxing than a drink.”

You frowned slightly. You agreed on that because, yes, you needed something more relaxing than this damn drink in your hand. Your body had been tight and tensed as hell for a while now, and one of the most handsome guys you’ve ever seen was offering you to spend a night with him. It surely felt too good to be true. You were going to take it, though, just in case if you woke up or something. At least, you’d have one hell of a sex dream.

“Alright,” you said, “Okay, I’ll spend a night with you.” You nodded and finished your drink. “You better make me come, though,” you added. The chuckle you received was dark and filled with promise. You were loving this already.

“Don’t worry, honey,” James says with a dark tone. The intensity in his gaze increased, and you shivered. “I’ll make you body sing.”

───

A loud moan echoed in the fancy hotel room, and your back arched into James’ mouth around your nipple. His tongue was wet and hot and teasing your nipple in a way that you’ve never experienced─

“Ah, fuck!” Crying out, you gasped when his teeth grazed the sensitive and swollen flesh in his mouth. His fingers were assaulting your pussy and your clit; you felt your body vibrating violently. Swallowing your spit before it threatened you to choke, you widened the stance of your legs in a way of begging him to move onto the next step.

James chuckled.

“No,” he said simply, pulling off your breast. You panted. Your clothes were ground, discarded carelessly, while James was still in his suit, only his jacket was off and hanging on the corner of an armchair. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows; he was letting you see the tattoos he had on his forearms.

“Please,” you whine when his thumb started its ministrations on your clit. “God, please, James, please!” Your back arched against the ceiling when you felt his tongue joining his fingers in your pussy. This time choking on your spit, your mouth opened for a silent scream.

“Taste so damn good,” James murmured against your pussy, his voice sending vibrations that had you bucking against his face. James fidgeted in his place, rubbing his hard dick on the bed, he groaned. “Touch yourself,” he ordered as he straightened. You bit your lip and complied. Your fingers found your throbbing clit and you started to rub it slowly. Moaning, your head fell back and your eyes closed. Your fingers were rubbing your clit fast, now. Your other hand’s fingers were playing with your nipple that James didn’t get a chance to put his mouth on.

“Fuck,” James whispered at the sight before him and fumbled with his suit pants. His belt came off easily and he quickly undone the button, pulled down the zipper and got rid of both his pants and boxers in one go. Taking his shoes off in the meantime, he pulled his shirt off, too. He grabbed his wallet, fished out a condom and hastily put it on. Usually, he would be calm and collected at these kinds of things, but something about you made him feral.

Climbing on the bed, James found his spot between your spread legs. Your fingers were inches away from his hard cock, playing with your wet as fuck pussy. James rumbled a groan deep in his chest as he hastily flicked your fingers away and replaced them with his own. His calloused fingers collected your juices, spread them all over the tender flesh of your pussy and his thumb pressed down on your clit, feeling it throb slightly.

You cried out in pleasure. You were so close, so damn close, you just wanted to come. Your body was taut with how close your orgasm were to take over your body, and James chuckled. He knew exactly how you feel, could feel it with the tips of his fingers.

“D’you wanna come, baby?” He hummed, his huge body was leaning over yours; caging and covering and clouding your senses perfectly. You whimpered as you nodded vigorously. “Come then,” James commanded. “Come now, and I’ll make you come twice more before we call it a night. Then, I’ll fuck you in the morning and give you two more, hm? Whaddaya say?”

Your whimpers turned into gasps. Your legs were quivering on both sides of James, and you felt your eyes rolling backwards as your back arched and you came on James’ fingers. You could hear James growling and murmuring approving praises here and there, but he sounded like he was far away. Your ears were howling, your body felt tingly all over and your mind was drifting totally different place; you knew it.

Smiling dopily, you made grabby hands towards James. He chuckled lightly as he dropped almost all of his body bulk over yours and pressed kisses all over your neck and face. You hummed happily.

“In me,” you whined. “You promised me more orgasms, in me.”

James groaned and nicked your neck. Without saying anything, he grabbed his hard cock and ran it through your folds once and twice and third time until he had you whimpering beneath him. Then, he braced himself on the headboard, his cock slipping in your slick heat; James threw his head back to moan loudly.

“Oh, sugar, fuck,” James whispered raggedly. “Your lil’ kitty squeezing the life outta me, shit.” You hummed again as you tightened around him intentionally. James gasped; losing the hold he had on the headboard, he fell onto elbows. He panted into your neck for a couple seconds before he started to move. He fidgeted on his knees, getting his thighs against yours more, he bent your legs towards your chest with his body. You looked small under him in that position. You felt small and you loved it. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in. As soon as James’ lips found yours, you let out a small moan which he swallowed happily. His hips were moving, slow and sensual movements first, stroking your walls all deep and beautifully.

He wanted to fuck you like this: deep and slow thrusts, stealing all the breathy little noises you make whenever he grazed some place sensitive in you while being this close.

He was too keyed up for that, though.

Snarling, James’ hips quickened the pace. His heavy and full balls were hitting your now-wet flesh, making obscene sounds as he slammed into you, you moaned. His cock was big: the length was just a little bit above-average but the girth he had─ whew. He was filling you so good was what you focused on at the end.

“Oh, shit,” you gasped, “James, holy shit, James!” Your body shook with the force of his thrusts. His hips were slamming against yours almost painfully, but the pleasure his cock was giving you clouded the pain away.

“Yeah,” he moaned with a raspy voice. “Yeah, princess, gimme, c’mon.” His hot breath was washing over the sensitive skin of your neck, his stubble was rubbing against the same skin and his lips were closed around your earlobe. You whimpered as you tossed your head back. You could feel his orgasm creeping closer by the twitch of his cock in you and the tightening of his abs against your belly. You wanted him to come so hard that it’d make him lose it. Moaning at the thought, you grabbed him even tighter, pulled him closer and you dug your nails on his muscled back.

“Unnh,” you gasped and moaned and whimpered at the same time. “Come in me,” You begged. “God, fuck, come in me, please!”

You heard him snarl first and then, a growl made its way out of his chest. His hands grabbed your thighs and bent them even more against your chest. The pistoning motions of his hips got delirious, faster, quicker─ desperate. Biting your lip, your dragged your nails down, leaving angry red lines on his meaty back and whimpered once again.

“Please,” you begged. You knew he was right there, and you weren’t far from where he was. “I wan’it. Please, come in me, please─”

With a loud gasp, James came. His cock twitched in you madly, his thighs squeezed around your hips and his balls jerked. The twitch of his cock and tightened grasp of his hands pushed you over the edge for a second time that night, and you cried out, burying the noise in James’ skin by biting him on the shoulder, hard.

It took both of you some time to come down from your mind-blowing orgasms. It took you a little longer to re-gain the muscle feeling of your body although you still felt tingly and blissed the fuck out.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. You heard him chuckle.

“Holy shit, indeed,” he agreed with amusement present in his voice. He sat up and disposed the condom, ditching it into the trash. You lay on the bed, senseless, and listened to him going around in the bathroom. A minute later he came out with a wet cloth on his hand, helping you clean up roughly.

“Thanks,” you murmured, shying away from him all of a sudden. James smiled. He really was the most handsome and pretty guy you’ve ever seen. He winked at you cheekily, leaning over for a kiss.

“Wanna join me in the shower? I was thinking we could order some room service and get some of the calories we lost in the past hour.” You chuckled, already getting up. James held out his hand, and you grabbed it, smiling at him.

“Sure, why not?” You agreed.

Later, you realized that you would agree to almost anything when it came to James.

────

    Two Weeks Later

You sighed as you collected your papers on the kitchen table where you’ve been abusing yourself to study for the past two hours. Your brain was refusing to focus on the papers, focus on studying, and kept reminding you of that guy from the bar. The guy who fucked you senseless, ripped two orgasms in one round only and then pulled four more; two in round two and two more in the morning just like he promised he would. You had spent such a nice time with him and have been secretly hoping that you’d see him again, so you kept going to the bar.

He never showed up.

Although you tried not to let it get you too much, you couldn’t help but feel a sting on your chest. You wanted to see him again, wanted to spend time with him. You knew that even only talking with him would make you feel better,  you didn’t need to have sex, but he never showed up.

So, you tried to move on, to forget him, but it seemed a bit impossible since your brain kept reminding how amazing that one night you spent with him once in every two hours.

Sighing once again, you stood from the table with your papers and folder in your hand. Your mother said that she was going to have a guest joining you tonight, for a dinner. It was almost 7PM now, your mother and her guest would be at home in ten minutes, you thought.

The food was ready, your mother cooked it last night and you helped with the dessert. You hoped the guest liked cherry since you made a cherry pie. The house was clean; you made sure that everything was normal and there was nothing they shouldn’t have seen around.

After changing into a nice, maroon colored, long-sleeved dress from your sweatpants and t-shirt you moved back into the kitchen. You were in the middle of getting the table ready when you heard your mother talking in the doorway.

“She must be home,” your mother was saying and you smiled as you made your way to the door and open it before she could ring the bell. “Ah! There she is! Hello, sweetie!” She quickly pulled you into a hug and gave you kisses. You kept the door open as she walked inside and invited her guest inside. “Come on! Don’t be shy. I promise she won’t bite.” Your mother chuckled as you rolled your eyes at her joke. You would bite if it was necessary, you wanted to say but kept it to yourself.

You heard a familiar chuckle at first and then, he walked inside.

James.

Oh, shit, you thought as you felt your stomach doing flips in your body.

“Hello,” he said quietly. His beautiful blue-gray eyes were carrying a mischievous glint in them as he smiled shyly at you. “I’m James, but everyone who’s close to me calls me Bucky.” He extended his hand out to you, and you took it, surprised.

“Y/N,” you murmured. You could see your mother smiling happily at you two.

“Ah, Y/N,” she said, “I wish I told you this earlier, but I didn’t know we would take this way, it happened rather quickly,” she continued. “We’ve been seeing each other for a while, now, and… Bucky just… asked.” You frowned as you pulled your hand free from his grasp.

“What do you mean he just asked? Asked what?” Your mother’s smile turned a bit dopey as she held James’ hand.

“Y/N, my sweet babygirl, I want you to meet my fiancé, James Barnes.”

Fiancé.

You fucked your soon-to-be-stepfather two weeks ago.

Fuck.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #stepdad!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #stepdad!bucky #wicked tongue #bucky barnes au #daddy bucky

[sassycassie-s-writing]

Want You Back

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC/BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood

Rating: PG-11/T- (little violence, little blood)

Original Idea: Exes-to-Lovers is kinda an underrated trope, when it’s done right.

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) This one is... 2,833 words. I wish I could say I’m sorry for it being long but I’m not. Have fun! @welovegroot @jason-redhood @jason-todd-squad

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“Oh shoot—hide me!” I hissed, ducking behind Daisy. She looked at me in confusion before glancing around the party.

She rolled her eyes. “Girl, you haven’t dated Jason in like a year. Can’t you at least try to be civil?”

“Oh trust me, I’d love nothing more than to be civil. Honestly, I’d love nothing more than to get back together with him. I thought we made each other happy. But he kept so many secrets and I can’t be in a relationship with someone who can’t be honest with me. We broke up so… explosively that I’m not sure we can speak nicely to each other,” I replied. “Just… block his view of me while I sneak into Jessie’s room, okay?”

Daisy heaved a heavy sigh. “Fine. But hiding from him won’t do you any good.”

“It’ll do us both a world of good if it means I don’t have to talk to him.”

Daisy did as I asked and blocked Jason’s view of me until we got to the stairs. I bolted up them two at a time and ducked into Jessie’s room. The door had been closed but unlocked. Once I shut myself inside, I leaned against it and sighed.

The bookcase in Jessie’s room was more meant for displaying knick-knacks than holding books, so a quick glance at her collection revealed nothing worth reading. I sat on the floor next to her bed, on her fuzzy pink rug, and stared at the screensaver on her computer monitor—a bunch of bubbles floating around and bumping into each other, changing colors.

Why was Jason here? Jessie knew he and I fell out over a year ago. Did she invite him? Did her brother? That seemed more likely. Jessie probably didn’t even realize he was here.

No need to get angry at her.

I pulled out my phone. I had a few books on it. Kept them just for this reason. Hide from a party and make people think I was just on my phone. I didn’t trust reading fanfiction in public, so I only kept traditionally-published work in my phone’s files.

I’m not sure how long I read. A half-hour, probably.

I was startled by the door opening and closing. “Whew. Dodged a bullet there,” a familiar voice said with a sigh of relief.

I looked up in alarm.

Jason was leaning against the door, eyes closed, breathing hard.

I held still. Maybe if he didn’t hear me, he’d slip back out to the party after a moment and leave me alone—and we wouldn’t have to exchange words. I watched my phone screen dim, then shut off completely, while Jason just stood there.

He opened his eyes. His gaze landed on me. “O—oh,” he said. “I… I didn’t know you were in here.”

I nodded, slowly and once. “I figured,” I said flatly. Awkward. “Did… Jessie’s brother invite you?”

“Yeah,” he said. “But… one of his ex-girlfriends from high school wouldn’t stop flirting with me. So I pretty much ran away. I thought this was a bathroom.” He gestured to the room around us. “Clearly, I was wrong.” He glanced at the door over his shoulder. “I would leave, but I don’t want that girl to come after me again. Think we can get along long enough to share?”

I pushed myself to my feet, tucking my phone in my pocket. “No need. Since I came in here to avoid you, I’ll just go back to the party—and you can stay here for the rest of the night, for all I care. I will say, though, the bathroom is the next door down.”

I moved to brush him out of the way to leave Jessie’s room, but he caught my wrist. “Babydoll, wait,” he said, voice soft.

I pulled out of his grip. “Don’t call me that. I’m not yours anymore.”

“I miss you.” His big blue eyes were giving me puppy eyes.

“I miss you too. But you know perfectly well why I broke things off. I can’t be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth about why he disappears all the time—and clearly can’t keep his story straight. I thought we were happy together, Jason. But when you vanish for hours at a time with no word and come back with lame excuses, how was I supposed to trust you? I doubt you were cheating on me but how would I know? And what else was I supposed to think?” I knew I wasn’t strong enough to push him away from the door—the man was 6’ and 225 pounds of muscle—but when I shoved he gave way.

I yanked open the door and shut it hard behind me. I stomped downstairs and back to the party.

“You see Jason?” Daisy asked. “He went upstairs a couple minutes ago.”

“We spoke,” I said shortly.

Daisy cringed. “Went that well, huh?”

“Part of me still loves him, but I’m definitely still ticked at him.”

She made a face. “Sorry,” she offered.

“It’s fine.” I shrugged. “Anyway. Have you even seen Jessie or her brother?”

Daisy looked around. “I said hi to her when we first got here… but no, I haven’t seen her since,” she said. I followed her gaze. A sea of people in a small suburban house outside Gotham was pretty crowded for a party, and it was hard to see if Jessie and her brother Robert were even here anymore.

“Me neither,” I muttered.

“Wonder where they went,” Daisy mused.

“I mean, with the amount of people here, I’m not surprised I can’t see them.”

“Yeah…”

Somewhere nearby, I heard glass shattering. “Uh-oh. That can’t be good,” Daisy remarked. “If Jessie’s parents find out someone broke something—”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence as a window crashed in right next to us. I shrieked and grabbed Daisy, dragging her away from the flying shards. Several of them splattered over my jacket and cascaded to the floor, but I was lucky not to get impaled by any of them. A dark figure in body armor landed on the carpet, holding a large assault rifle.

I put Daisy behind me and backed up a few steps as the music stopped. She was taller than me, but hunched over she could almost disappear behind me. At least, whoever the intruder was wouldn’t have a clear shot at her past me.

“I’m looking for Jessica and Robert Williams,” the intruder said, levelling his gun at the crowd. Someone screamed from near the stairs.

While the intruder’s attention was elsewhere, I snuck my phone out of my pocket and found Jason’s number. I sent a text as fast as I could. Get out of here. Shooter just broke in.

That was all I had the time for before slipping my phone back into my pocket like I never had it out. The intruder prowled around the crowd. “Jessica… Robert…” he singsonged. I held Daisy’s wrist behind me. “If you two don’t show yourselves in the next sixty seconds, I’m tearing up your friends.”

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced at the text on my watch. Jason Todd: I’m not leaving you.

I slid my phone out. You have to. At least call the cops.

The window on the other side of the living room shattered inward. Another dark figure swooped through and landed on the floor. My first thought was Batman—but as the figure straightened from his landing, I saw a red helmet glinting off the disco lights.

“Red Hood,” I breathed, in awe. I’d seen him a couple times. Imposing, tall, muscular. I’d only ever seen him from a distance. Seeing him up close was almost more terrifying.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you,” Red Hood said to the intruder, voice being run through some sort of ring modulator to disguise it, “that it’s rude to gate crash a party?”

The intruder growled, “Red Hood,” like an animal. My blood ran a little colder.

Red Hood stepped forward, completely unfazed. “Get out now, and this doesn’t have to get any uglier than it already is.”

“What do you care, crime boss, that I get up to a little trouble?”

“I care because everyone knows my rules. No innocents get harmed. Look around you. This place is full of innocent people.” Red Hood gestured to the party crowd. For a moment I could have sworn the eyes of his helmet lingered on me. But he was probably looking at the window. “Get out before I haul you out in a body bag.” He whipped one of his massive handguns into his hand, cocking it with the other in one practiced, fluid motion.

The intruder levelled the assault rifle at Red Hood’s chest. “Make me,” he spat.

Red Hood shrugged. “Okay.”

Bang! His handgun went off. I jumped. The intruder dropped to the floor, his rifle spraying bullets briefly toward the ceiling before stopping when he hit the carpet in a splatter of blood.

Red Hood looked around. “Everyone okay?”

A few scattered nods.

“Good. Get out on the front lawn. Wait for the cops to show up. They should be here any second,” he ordered.

The crowd rushed out the front door, bottlenecking and slowing down. Daisy included. I stayed where I was, staring at Red Hood. He noticed me not moving and came over.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly.

I looked down, peeling my hand away from my right side to reveal the blood soaking my shirt. “His spray. It got me,” I said, voice hoarse. My head was light and fuzzy. Not from blood loss—not yet. More likely from the shock of getting hit.

His helmet tilted down and he looked at the wound. The ring modulator distorted his whispered swearing but I still figured out what he said. “We need to get you to the hospital. Like, ASAP. And I can’t take you on my bike. Did you drive here?”

I nodded. “My car—it’s the dark green Explorer half-a-block that way.” I pointed down the street to the left with my non-bloodstained hand.

Red Hood nodded. “Keys?”

I pulled them from my other pocket and passed them over.

He swung me up into his arms and left. The crowd had cleared the front door in the time it took us to talk, so he marched across the front lawn and headed for my car. I heard Daisy call my name, but didn’t have the mental strength to call back.

As he walked down the block, each step jolting my wound, he said, “Batman, I’ve got a GSW. Taking her to the hospital. There was a hostile at a party in the suburbs. I took him down and the GCPD is on its way, but I’m moving the wounded girl.” He paused for a moment, but I couldn’t hear anything. “Yes, it’s a girl. She’s got her car here. I’m taking her in that.” Another pause. “Copy that. I’ll check in later.”

Red Hood set me gently in the passenger seat and laid it as flat as it could go. “Just hold on, babydoll. Hold on,” he said softly.

I scrunched my eyebrows as he shut the door and circled the hood to get in the driver’s seat. Once he gunned the engine, I put my clean hand on the arm of his brown leather jacket. “Why’d you call me… babydoll?” I asked.

“Well, I don’t know your name, miss, and I thought it’d be more comforting.” The car pulled away from the curb.

“You just heard my friend shout my name.”

He swore again and sighed. “Fine. Just don’t freak out. You’ll lose more blood.” He pulled his helmet off with one hand. “Couldn’t see as well to drive with that thing on anyway.”

Jason’s tousled black hair, white streak at the front, puffed up a bit as the helmet freed itself from his head. I tried to sit up, but fire burned in my side and I flopped back down before I’d even moved an inch. “What?” I squeaked. “Jay?”

His eyes flicked to me briefly. Deep blue and… there was something melancholy in them. “Yeah, babydoll,” he said. “It’s me.” There was his sad smile. One I’d seen many times. “You haven’t called me Jay since…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but I remembered when I’d stopped calling him Jay and “my Jay baby.” It was about a month before I finally had enough of his excuses and lies and broke up with him.

“Is this… is this why you always disappeared for hours and came back with excuses?”

“And could never seem to keep my story straight? Yeah. I wanted…” He sighed. “I wanted to tell you so many times but Batman said it would only be safe for me to tell you if we ever got married. And even then you’d still be in danger. You made me so happy and it killed me to lie to you. Killed me even more to lose you. When you broke things off… I am not proud to admit that every criminal I fought on patrol that night went to the hospital with more broken bones than I usually leave. I love you. Still. So much so that this past year has been… empty. Without you.”

I cleared my throat of the tears clogging it. “I said to Daisy earlier tonight, when I first saw you at the party, that I’d love nothing more than to get back together with you. But I couldn’t if you were going to keep things from me again.”

“Don’t get my hopes up like that while you’re in shock, please babydoll. Because I don’t know if you mean it or if you’re babbling from the shock and have no idea what you’re saying.”

“I told you I miss you,” I pointed out.

“That doesn’t have to mean you still love me or want me back.”

“But I do. To both. Love you and want you back. You can be honest with me now. But, we can talk about it when I don’t feel like passing out from pain.”

He reached out and grabbed my hand. “Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Don’t you dare pass out on me. If you do, you might not wake up again. Stay awake, babydoll. Stay awake. Please.” His grip tightened on my fingers. I tried to nod, but I wasn’t feeling well. My vision was a little blurry and I was tired.

“I’ll try,” I said.

We kept driving. Jason had fallen into pensive silence.

“Alright. We’re here,” he said. He parked my car and put his helmet back on. Then he ducked out, circled the hood, and picked me up to carry me into the ER, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Just stay awake. I’ll come visit—as me—later, okay?”

I nodded. “I’d like that,” I said.

Automatic glass doors slid open. Someone yelped. “GSW,” Jason said, voice modulated again. “Right side. No exit wound.”

“Get her on a gurney!” a nurse called over his shoulder.

I hugged Jason tighter. “Thank you,” I whispered.

He nodded. “Of course, babydoll.” His voice was soft. Comforting.

He set me on a gurney, and I watched him stride out of the hospital as they rolled me away.

—

When I woke up after surgery, Jason was there. Alone. Blue jeans, red T-shirt, hair a mess, and dozing in the armchair. “You look like crap,” I croaked.

He jolted and sat up. “Speak for yourself, babydoll,” he retorted. But he spoke gently. “Your family’s down in the cafeteria, getting some breakfast. I told them I’d keep you company. Your mom looked like she might murder me just for suggesting it, but I told her we made up enough to be friends at the party. So she—begrudgingly, mind you—allowed me to stay.”

“Just friends?” I asked.

He smiled and sat forward to run the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “For now. You said we’d talk about it more when you were feeling better.” He leaned back in the armchair. “So, how are you feeling?”

“Still not great, but the shock has worn off, at least.”

“That’s good.”

“I meant it, by the way,” I said. “That you can be honest with me now, so if you’re willing, we can try again.”

Jason met my eyes. There was hope in his expression. “Are you sure?” he asked.

I smiled. “Absolutely. I told you before: I miss you.”

He leaned forward, and pressed a kiss to my lips. The EKG monitor beeped a little faster as my heartrate spiked. I grabbed his shoulders as he moved away, and pulled him back to me. He smiled into my lips as I kissed him again.

“Okay,” he whispered. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

He tilted his head for a better angle, and I pushed one of my hands into his hair.

The door to the hospital room opened. “What’s going on in here?” Mom demanded.

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[pluviophile-imagines]

LOWI CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWER MILESTONE!! 🥺💞💞💞 u deserve it and so much more!! for the kiss prompt could i get 18 with shinsou ?? 🥺👉👈

TYSM SOFFFF so uh. I’ve been fuckin stupid dkfnskfb my dumbass rlly wrote Shinsou correctly on my master post like a week ago and then still managed to write for Shigaraki instead when it came to the actual piece 😳 so thanks to my handyman brainrot you get two—that’s right, two!—characters for the price of one ur welcome ♥️ I cheated a lil bit so shinsou;s not sitting in the reader’s lap it’s just his head but i think its cute 🥺 also Shiggy’s is like twice as long as ive been trying to write them oops i rlly like the jealous reader premise 👉👈 it’s under the read more bc of that and bc of kiiiinda spoilers? if yall arent caught up to the manga you won’t get it but if u are it’s canonical. Whew that was a lot! Enjoy!

Kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap

Shinsou

To say that your relationship with Shinsou is new would be an understatement. You’ve been friends for years—ever since the third year of high school when you’d been assigned to him as his support—but you’ve never been particularly close until recently when you’d once again found yourself working on his hero costume and support items.

He’d only asked you out yesterday after nearly two months of tension-filled glances and fleeting touches. Now, the two of you are watching a movie at your mutual friend Kirishima’s apartment, sitting quite awkwardly on a loveseat and pretending like you don’t want to get closer to each other. You haven’t told your friends yet about your new relationship status, but that’s not entirely what’s holding you two back. If anything, it’s run-of-the-mill first date awkwardness (if watching a movie with six of your closest friends around can be considered a date), too afraid to initiate anything.

The movie’s dull; the two of you have pulled out your phones to snark at each other through text, a strategy you’d begun weeks ago after being hushed one too many times by Kaminari because you were talking too loudly. The bright screens probably aren’t all that much better, but you two are in the back anyway; nobody can see it unless they turn away from the TV.

You risk a glance up and end up locking eyes with Shinsou. Your face heats up, heartbeat quickening, as he gives you a charming smile. You watch him glance around the room, unsure at first why he’s doing it until he turns his attention back to you and slowly, silently, moves over across the loveseat into your personal space.

Your legs are touching now, faces so close your nose is nearly brushing his. One of his hands has come to brace against the armrest you’re leaning on, allowing him to stay leaning in.

“Hey,” he says, little more than a whisper and clearly hushed so the others don’t hear.

“Hey yourself,” you respond, earning yourself a low snort.

Instead of vocally responding, he pushes himself back up to a sitting position and then moves his hands to maneuver your legs until you’re no longer curled up against the couch’s backing but sitting like a normal person.

Then he lays down, head resting on your thighs, and turns to face the movie.

You’re grinning uncontrollably. All possible self-conscious thoughts of the others seeing you are dashed from your mind; you like the weight of him in your lap too much.

You spend much of the rest of the movie like that, easily over half an hour. A few minutes in he reaches down to find your hand and bring it to his hair, encouraging you to stroke it. It’s even softer than you’ve imagined in the past, fluffy and thick and genuinely nice to run your hands though. There’s a surge of contentment that rushes through you, and maybe a little bit of pride at the knowledge that you can do this pretty much any time you want now.

By the end of the film, you’re pretty sure Shinsou’s fallen asleep. He gives you the scare of your life, however, when he grabs your arm as you’re trying to pull away. His eyes open, purple irises trained on you.

What happens next you blame on grogginess, him still not quite being awake. He blames it on you; whenever you mention it, he says he saw you and had become consumed with an overwhelming desire to just lean up and kiss you. Whatever the reason, it’s nice for you.

His hand comes up to the back of your neck, tugging you down just as much as he lifts up. It begins soft, kind of sweet, just lips as the two of you melt into each other—but it doesn’t stay that way for long. Within moments the two of you morph the kiss from a quick peck after a movie to a very passionate makeout, and frankly you’d be more concerned if they hadn’t interrupted the two of you.

You pull away when you hear Kaminari’s wolf whistle, left sitting on the loveseat with a burning face and your boyfriend in your lap, still half asleep.

Shigaraki

You’re not jealous.

No, you’ve been dating Tomura for months. You can’t be jealous when he’s, well, yours, and has been for quite some time. You’re his first relationship, his first everything, and it’s frankly foolish of you to feel this insecure just because some floozy is simpering at him from across the enormous room where you and the rest of the League are scattered about. It’s not like she really wants him, or even knows him; he’s just the hew big-shot leader and she’s decided being his lover sounds good. Too bad that role’s already taken.

Still, there’s a sinking feeling in your chest—an ache in your heart, a burning lump in your throat—that says now that Tomura is Grand Commander he’ll drop you for someone better.

You don’t realize you’re glaring daggers at the woman until she catches your eye. She has no business looking that smug; the only reason she’s allowed in the room is to give Tomura reports. You’re the one lounging next to him as she approaches; he has your legs over his lap, his thumb absent-mindedly rubbing circles on your thigh.

And when she bends down to drop the report on his lap (as if your damn legs aren’t there, you want to scoff) she draws the eyes of every League member except the one she wants, because you’re the one who has Tomura’s attention.

He’s wearing Father, but you’ve long passed being afraid when he looks at you from between those lifeless digits and you can see the expression beneath; those lips tugging down slightly in a pout, brow furrowed, eyes far softer than they have any damn business being while hiding behind the severed hand of his old man. He’s concerned, and a little confused.

Tomura plucks the report from your legs and sets it aside, reaching to pull you fully into his lap. To your surprise he takes Father off, too; he buries his face into your neck to prevent the outsider from seeing, lips just brushing your ear so that you can hear him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve been pouting ever since the secretary came in, brat.”

Like hell you’re saying anything in front of her. You remain stubbornly silent.

He doesn’t like that, you can tell, but while the secretary’s interest is lost on him he knows you well enough to tell that you’re uncomfortable with her. Presumably that’s why he doesn’t press the issue and kisses you instead.

You don’t expect it. Tomura’s not exactly one to shy away from PDA (you’re sitting in his lap in front of the whole League, for fuck’s sake), but intimacy is something he’s never wanted to take beyond closed doors. When he’s in a sour mood you’ll kiss him sometimes, even in public (he’s invigorated by your affection in many way, but never anything you’d call heated.

This kiss, though, is. It’s anything but chaste, perhaps even downright lewd. He’s all but initiating a makeout with you while Miss Secretary is standing right there. Maybe his affection-motivated ways are rubbing off on you, but it helps more than it probably ought to.

You’re dazed by the time he pulls away. The sound of the door slamming closed snaps you from your trance. The secretary, ploy foiled simply by your annoyed expression, had left. It doesn’t matter. None of this was ever really about her in the first place.

“There,” Tomura says, audibly quite pleased with himself. “She’s gone. Now tell me what’s wrong.”

You sigh, leaning in to tuck your own head into his shoulder. Your voice is muffled when you speak, quiet so that only he can hear.

“It’s dumb.”

“It’s bothering you,” he says simply. There’s an underlying statement there: tell me so I can destroy it for you. In many ways, Tomura is a predictable man.

You know he’s not going to drop it, so you accept your fate. “She was making a pass at you.”

He tenses beneath you, holding you closer. You risk lifting your head from where it’s buried to see the way his nose is scrunched up. “She wasn’t.”

“Yeah, she was.”

There’s a pause, like he’s processing everything you’re saying. Then, seemingly finally registering what exactly is bothering you, his hands move to grip your hips and maneuver you to straddle him, sitting fully on his lap facing him. “Fine. Why’re you pissed about it, then?”

You lean in again, arms coming to wrap around his neck as you bury your face into his chest and try to ignore the tears that are coming. You’d never be able to live it down if any of the others saw you crying over the fucking secretary.

But you know more than anyone thanks to many late nights assuring your boyfriend he’s the only one for you that Tomura can empathize with this insecurity. It’s a little strange how the script has flipped.

“She’s a high ranking MLA member, she probably has some crazy strong quirk. I’m quirkless. I dunno. I guess I’m scared you’ll drop me for someone like her. Like I said, it’s dumb.”

He doesn’t speak for a moment. You sit there, listening to his heartbeat and matching your breathing to his. Then he speaks.

“Your emotions aren’t dumb. It’s okay that you’re feeling this way. Thank you for telling me.” He’s parroting you, you realize; this is what you tell him every time he comes to you for comfort when he’s gotten in a mood. You feel a little fuzzy, warmth flooding your chest. “But I think we both know they’re irrational.”

“Tomura… I—”

“I’m not interested in some lame-ass NPC,” he interrupts, no hesitation and entirely sincere. He doesn’t even need to think about it. “You’re my player two, my endgame. The only thing in this world worth protecting. You really think that secretary can hold a candle to you? I didn’t even notice her. Why would I when you’re here?”

You can’t help it, you surge upward and kiss him, just as passionately as he had you mere moments before. His right hand traces up your spine to find the back of your neck and pull you closer, sending a thrill through your body as your own arms tighten around him.

“Oi! Horndogs! Get a damn room, don’t make us see that!”

You break away at Dabi’s words, panting slightly, and if the sincerity of Tomura’s little rant hadn’t convinced you that his words were true, the look of utter adoration he’s regarding you with would have.

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[hoe-imaginess]

just Hawks things

commissioned by anonymous. vaguely smutty hcs included 

True Bird Hours: he sleeps most comfortably sitting up with his wings fluffed and folded snugly around him, so he can nuzzle his face into them for the warmth

Yes when he’s got his boo with him, they are also invited to snuggle up in his wings

More birdie things bc why not:

He has an unconscious habit of picking through your hair: brushing fingers through it, fiddling with little pieces, nuzzling his face against it. He’s trying to preen you ok. Please let him. If you are not preened at least once a day… he has not done his job 

He also unconsciously fluffs his wings out and makes them a little bigger, more noticeable, when he’s flirting/talking to someone he finds particularly attractive. The bird instinct in him is screaming SHOW OFF YOUR WINGS SHOW OFF YOUR FEATHERS SHOW OFF YOUR PRETTY COLOR MMmmmm plsss look at this plumage bb

But he snaps out of it when he realizes what he’s doing because… omg it’s so embarrassing 

His sharp eyes also hone in and out when he’s looking at you because oof he is FIXATED on you. He likes what he sees he is looking DIRECTLY 

If you’re angry at him and lock yourself in the bathroom, he sits outside the door like awww come on babe. Don’t be like that. *slips a feather under the door to tickle you*

After a long day of hero work when he comes home to see you, he has either two moods when he gets into bed with you: he knocks tf out, or he can’t stfu 

You’ll really be out here trying to get some sleep and he is just running his mouth about all the hero work he had that day, how windy it was, how annoying one of his sidekicks was being—

Those intimate little forehead touches where you just… sit there and relax and simply exist together, eyes closed as you breathe in each other’s presence….. big Hawks mood. He feels so connected to you. He loves it

He doesn’t get jealous very often; he’s too busy for that and he knows how badly jealousy can spiral and ruin a relationship

But when he is jealous and feeling particularly beat up about it, he staves it off by keeping busy with hero work: something to take his mind off of the problem, so that he can think more rationally on it later

He simps for you so hard if you give him a massage. Hero work is tough ya know. He’s got a lot of tension in those shoulders and on his back. I mean, those wings are working overtime all day. Knead out all those knots in his muscles and oof you are getting his unmatched appreciation… and possibly his dick (because yeah, massages… get him really hard really fast)

He’s such a kisser. Kissing fiend. Serial kisser. Forehead kisses, nose kisses, NECK KISSES, throat kisses, hand kisses, thigh kisses (especially what‘s between your thighs)

He also cannot keep his teeth off of you: lots of nibbling and playful gnawing where he knows you’re most sensitive

That being said he tries REALLY hard not to leave hickies even though SHIT he really wants to sometimes. Sucking on that sensitive skin just below your ear reallllllllly gets him going. He wants to latch on and suck and bite while pressed up against you and just… wants to mark you up… whew it’s a struggle not to. His restraint is commendable 

Oh and yes he WILL kiss your toes

Let him worship those feet and ankles alright 

I’m not done talking about his kisses ok he’s such… a kissing expert. It’s unfair 

You want slow, intimate, tentative kisses that get your body hot and tingly and anxious for more? He will deliver. He loves lazy makeouts, and the little teasing nip he gives to your bottom lip just kajshkfjhsd delicious

But oh, you want hungry, desperate, wet kisses too? Yes please. He knows exactly what he’s doing. No awkward lip-sucking and no awkward tongue-poking in your mouth; he takes the lead until you’re dizzy from just the kisses alone. And his hands are running all over you while he’s doing it. You don’t even know how he’s giving you so much attention because you can barely think of anything but his lips on you, let alone put your own hands to work. When you try to reciprocate and reach for his pants you’re fumbly and clumsy because damn his kisses are literally breath-taking. It’s okay though, he’ll take care of everything. King of multi-tasking

Just imagine him giving you little nibbling kisses along your jawline until he moves back up to your lips, and bites the bottom one gently while looking into your eyes skjdhkjdhgd

Hawks is very sorry but marriage is not really on his agenda any time soon, if ever. Just being your man is enough for him

In fact, please tell people he’s your man. Boyfriend, partner, lover, booty call… yeah those are fine too

But your man? God… He finds that… extremely fcking hot

He has home-cooked meals like twice a year. He does NOT have the time. Honestly he wishes he did have more time, because there’s only so much on-the-go street food he can manage before he starts getting sick of it. No matter how delicious it is 

So if you happen to catch him when he’s free and wrangle him down for dinner, he’s shook. He feels absolutely PAMPERED when you cook for him. The food makes him drool but so does your cute ass cooking for him DAMN he feels so… he feels so Domestic™

You might need to… shoot him a text when you’re cooking next time so he can zoom by and grab a plate through your window. Domestic Fast Food. Give him that Scone App the Beef shit please he’s taking your food to go and he will bring the tupperware back later ok

His sidekicks look at him like… wtf?? when he returns to patrol with food. They’re like… Hawks, where did you get that? Where did you even go??

Him slurping his spaghetti: Uhhhhhhh sorry but I’m not sharing this

Oof it’s so hard for him when he’s missing you

He’s so horribly busy he’ll go weeks without so much as seeing your face. Every time he finds some spare time to go see you, even if it’s just twenty minutes, something comes up. He loves spending time with you but hero work has to come first

And forget keeping up through text or call. Sometimes he doesn’t have time for that either. Makes him feel like an asshole, and he gets these little pangs of anxiety when he thinks that you’ll start resenting him for his career, that you’ll start feeling neglected

He would definitely understand if that made you want to end the relationship though. It’s gonna hurt, but if that’s what you need, he understands—because those little pangs of anxiety aren’t just because he thinks you might leave him, but because he doesn’t want you to feel like you aren’t worth it

You are, you’re absolutely worth it and you’re absolutely a good and wonderful person. And he doesn’t want you to think otherwise just because he can’t give you what you deserve. Don’t let his busy lifestyle make you feel invalid because damnit he thinks you’re so valid and he tries so hard to let you know that

That being said… sorry, but he forgets birthdays sometimes

Doesn’t snore, even when he’s utterly exhausted, but just… sighs…. very cute-like

Otherwise he’s dead silent when he’s asleep, it’s almost scary. He’s alert at all times. Very light sleeper

One sound and he is 👁👄👁 awake

Lost his shit when he discovered snapchat filters because omg they’re so fun

When it comes to how soon he says I love you, it really depends

He falls fast and hard, which really throws him for a loop because he’s a composed and rational guy otherwise

He doesn’t have so much pride that he won’t tell you he loves you when he knows he means it. It’s just a matter of when he’s prepared to tell you

He doesn’t have one preferred nickname for you. He just has… so many. It’s like he spins a wheel every morning to decide what he’s going to call you

Sweetheart, honey, hon’, babe, baby, sweet thing, a simple girl/boy

The baby bird, chickadee, chick stuff is reserved for when he wants to see that sour, unamused look on your face because god they’re such corny nicknames and he knows it 

Rainy days suck because they weigh his feathers down, make his wings harder to flap and thus all the more difficult to get around with. His quirk is next to useless when there’s heavy rain so he’s out of commission the whole day. Just sulks around his agency until the weather clears 

But days of light showers are nice! Hawks loves giving his wings a little sprinkle, just a little cleanse. It’s so cute when he shakes the wings to dry them out

The first time he gets his heart broken… oof

He’s very socially adept due to his hero training. He’s also well-versed in flirting because that’s just part of the charisma he needs as a hero. Unfair as it might be he’s also not above charming people to get what he wants

But actual, truthful, organic romance?… He’s a little lost on that 

So when he finds somebody he really comes to love, only for that love to be taken away, he’s completely floored. It rattles him and it’s a brutal reminder of the dangers of getting emotionally involved with other people when he’s got such a complicated, demanding life. The heartache is too much and he can’t focus and he hates it

It eats at him for a long time. Something’s changed. He doesn’t take sentiment for granted anymore. He comes to fully respect—also resent—the way love can utterly change perspective

Romantically inept as he may be sometimes, he’s… still an absolute SIMP of a man 

Do not ever talk down to yourself when he’s around because he goes full cheerleader mode

He just wants to encourage you to find some of that self-love okay he thinks you’re fuckn PRECIOUS and DESERVING and AMAZING—how can you not see that you’re all those things???

He’s so proud when you start sticking up for yourself, or when you speak your mind. Even if it’s small, stupid things like actually telling the waiter that he brought you the wrong food instead of meekly going oh… ok… I guess I can eat this instead

like NO!! STICK UP FOR YOURSELF BABY!! He wants you to be the BEST you

And when he asks you “What do you feel like doing today?”, don’t even think about pulling some “Whatever you want to do, Hawks” bs on him because NOPE. Tell him what YOU want. Please don’t be afraid to have a voice ok because he loves it when you’re confident and clear with what you want

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[watchyourbluesturngolden]

matching tattoos

warnings: none

word count: 1.8k (the longest i’ve done in a while whoo 🎉)

"Stevie, I don't think your mom will be too happy with me if I let you do this," Harry said, eying his two year old daughter. She had been asking about it for weeks, but so far he'd been able to distract her before you caught wind of their conversation.

"Pleeeease, daddy?" She pouted, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

"Why don't we have some cookies instead, love?" 

"No." 

"Ummm... oh! I know what we can do! Why don't we go in my studio? You can play the piano, or the guitar, maybe sing a song for me..." He trailed off.

"I want to do this! Please?" 

Harry's heart melted in three seconds flat. How could he say no to her? He tried, he really did. He opened his mouth to say "no, mommy will really kill me, why don't we do something else?" but one glance at her sweet face left him speechless. He couldn't do it. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

"Alright, we'll do it... but!" He cut himself off, raising his voice slightly to be heard over her excited cheering. "But! We only have two hours til mommy gets home." She nodded eagerly, bouncing on her feet. 

"And if we do this it has to be our secret, mommy can't know. Can you keep this secret?" He said, making a very serious face. 

"Yes!" She squealed, giggling. 

"Pinky promise?" 

She beamed, holding her tiny hand up to his. He wrapped his finger around hers, squeezing for just a second before releasing her. 

"Go get the markers then, we have to work fast!" 

Stevie screamed in excitement, running as fast as her little legs could carry her. He heard her digging around the art room, probably making a huge mess, before he heard a scraping noise on the wood floor. She was pushing a box of markers that was nearly as big as she was, groaning dramatically. 

"It's... too... heavy," she panted.  "Please help!" 

Harry smiled, leaning down to pick up the box. He scooped her up too, settling them both down on the table. 

"Alright, Miss Styles," he said, adapting a posh accent. "This is a proper tattoo parlor, so we shall do this properly, hm?" 

She laughed, kicking her feet. 

"I want the mermaid!" She said, pointing to the ink on his forearm. 

"Patience, Miss Styles," He smiled, wetting a paper towel under the faucet. "First, we have to get your arm ready!" 

She held out her arm, tracing her little fingers over his other tattoos as he wiped her wrist with the cloth. 

"So, the mermaid, hm? You have excellent taste, Miss Stevie," he joked, throwing the towel back to the sink. "What color?" 

"Black, like yours," she said, smiling sweetly. 

He felt his heart squeezing as he reached for a black marker. She was so precious. He would do anything, literally anything, to make her happy. He knew it was probably dangerous, how much power this two year old had over him, but he didn't care. He had been in love with her since the day she was born; since the first time he had looked at her. 

"We can match, look at that!" He said, beginning to draw on her arm. "Did you know that I love you sooooo much?" 

"I love you too, daddy," she giggled. "And that tickles!" 

"Oh, it tickles, does it? Should I stop?" He hovered the marker over her skin, glancing at her teasingly. 

"No!" She yelled. "I want to match you!" 

"Alright then," He said, laughing as he went back to his task. "Why don't we listen to some music?" 

"Yeah!" 

"What should we listen to?" 

"Your song, the fire!" 

"The fire?" Harry looked up, confused. "None of my songs have fire in them, bug." 

"Yes," she said stubbornly. "And the fish!" 

Harry thought for a second before it clicked. "Do you mean Adore You?" 

"That one!" 

"You're right," He laughed. "That one does talk about fire. I'll get it, yeah?" 

He set down the marker, picking up his phone. After a minute, she was dancing in her seat to the drums of Adore You. When the chorus came on, she sang "walk through fire for you" while looking at Harry triumphantly. 

"Did you know this song is about mommy?" He said, focusing on his drawing. 

"Really?" She asked incredulously, eyes wide. 

"Really! It's about how much I love her." 

"Yucky," She said, scrunching her nose.

  "Yucky? That's not yucky!" he exclaimed. "It's nice!" 

Stevie hummed, kicking her feet along with the music.

   "It's yucky." 

"Stevie, you're hurting my feelings!" He said, gasping and clutching his chest dramatically. "I can't go on," he sighed, throwing his other arm over his forehead. "I'm sorry, daddy," She giggled, reaching up to pull his arm back to her. "Keep going!" 

He smiled, adding the finishing touches to her drawing.

"And... there we go! One mermaid, just for you." 

She beamed, holding her arm next to his to compare. 

"Daddy... your mermaid has no clothes. She needs some." 

"How about you draw her a shirt?" Harry laughed, handing her the marker. She furrowed her brow, focusing intently on her task. 

"Good job staying in the lines, love!" He said, ignoring the scribbles around the outline. "And you were right, it does tickle." 

"I know!" She laughed, giving the marker back. 

"What now?" 

"The... the heart!" She said, pointing the the small filled in shape on his upper arm. 

"Sure, that's an easy one." 

He proceeded to give her at least ten more matching "tattoos", including a cross, an anchor, a poorly drawn rose, and the green bay packers logo. 

"Daddy!" She gasped. "I have a idea!" 

"What's your idea, princess?" 

"The butterfly! On my belly!" 

"You want a butterfly on your belly?" He asked, lifting his shirt to show her his. "Like this?" 

"Yes!" She clapped. "Like that!" 

They were having the time of their lives, drawing and singing as loud as they could to all of Harry's songs. He loved watching her face every time he finished drawing. Her eyes would light up and she would pull his arm to hers, showing him how they matched. Every time a new song came on she would squeal and kick her legs because "it's my favorite song!" 

They had just finished making silly noises together at the end of "Sunflower" when Harry heard a noise. He froze with the marker on her arm, looking up quickly. 

He reached over to pause the music, holding a finger to his lips when she whined at him. He glanced at the clock, hoping he was just imagining things. You weren't supposed to be home for another hour. But no, that was definitely the sound of the front door opening, followed by your voice calling out a greeting. 

"Mommy!" Stevie shrieked, launching herself off the table. 

"No!" Harry hissed, grabbing her before she could run off. "Stevie, we have to wash this off!" 

He scooped her up, running up the stairs to the bathroom. 

"Harry?" You called out. That was weird. You could have sworn you heard them in the kitchen. "Stevie?" 

"We're- we're upstairs, love!" Harry yelled back. "Just cleaning up!" 

Cleaning what? You wondered, but didn't dwell on it for too long. It had rained recently, so they had probably gotten muddy outside. 

You made your way to the kitchen with the grocery bags, beginning to put everything away. Then you saw the box of markers. You narrowed your eyes, confused when you realized there was no paper around. What had they been drawing on? 

Up in the bathroom, Harry was starting to panic. He had set Stevie up on the counter while he was rubbing at the ink with a washcloth. 

"It's not coming off! Why isn't it coming off? The box said washable!" 

"No, don't take my mermaid!" She cried, pushing his hands away. 

"Stevie, love, I'm sorry, but we can't let mommy see these. Remember? They're secret tattoos." 

"Mommy will like them! They're nice," She pouted. 

"No, I don't think she will," Harry said, laughing nervously. "Maybe if we..." he grabbed the bottle of soap, dumping some onto the cloth. "There we are! Whew," he sighed in relief. "Good thing that worked, or daddy might have been sleeping on the couch tonight." 

Just as he was lifting her off the counter, he heard a knock at the door.

  "Harry? What are you doing in there?" 

He swung open the door, smiling charmingly. 

"Just a little cleanup! We... spilled some yogurt. Right Stevie?" 

She nodded, looking up at you innocently. 

"Ok... why were there markers all over the table, but no paper to use them on?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at him. 

"Uh... we were going to color, but then... the... yogurt explosion..." 

"Oh, I see," you said, still suspicious. "Stevie," you said, kneeling down to be at her eye level. "Is daddy telling the truth?" 

Harry held his breath. Stevie was notoriously bad at lying. Usually, Harry was thankful for this, but right now he could do with a little fib.

"Yes mommy, yogurt went everywhere," she said, eyes going wide as she mimicked an explosion with her hands.

You smiled, straightening up. 

"Well, I'm glad you got it cleaned up. I'm going to go put the rest of the groceries away." 

Harry exhaled as you got to the bottom of the stairs. He quickly lifted Stevie up, spinning her around. 

"Thank you, Stevie. You're such a sweetie," He said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She giggled, wiping her face and wiggling in his arms.

"Let's go see what mom bought us!" He said, bouncing her as they ran downstairs. 

Harry thought he was in the clear. He really did. He had managed to scrub off all traces of the marker, including the scribbles drawn over his own mermaid. Luckily, Stevie was true to her pinky promise and didn't say a word. She told you about how they played outside and what books they read, but said nothing about the makeshift tattoos. She was good at being sneaky.

By the time Stevie was yawning, Harry really though everything was fine. When you went to change her into her pajamas, he settled into the couch to find a movie. 

Everything is fine, he thought. You had no id-

"Harry!" You yelled from down the hall. 

He hopped up from his seat, rushing to Stevie's room. 

"What is it?" 

"Harry," you said, turning towards him slowly. "Why does our daughter have a huge butterfly drawn on her tummy?" 

So close.

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[sakiyo]

━ # HAIKYUU BOYS AS YOUR COLLEGE ROOMATES PT. 1

+ pairings: atsumu miya/reader

+ tags: atsumu bring a messy dude </3, platonic-ish relationship, uni!au

+ warnings: very brief mentions of sex, weed and alcohol, partying

+ word count: a lot probably idk they’re headcanons

+ note: this is gonna be a series but atsumu’s was wayyy too long!! the rest will probably be much shorter [i was too attached to these hcs to shorten them so enjoy]. thank you @kiyoomae for helping me with these mwah ily beaut <3

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ATSUMU MIYA

girl...RUN

he’s a great person sure

but he’s not the BEST roommate

not even osamu wants to room with him, but honestly he just wants cheap rent [like every other student alive]

so when he sees a ‘roommate wanted’ poster on campus, he basically believes that this a sign from god that he should go to your interview

one thing about atsumu:

HES A CATFISH!

he knows that first impressions are one of the most important things in life [mostly because of volleyball and what not]

so naturally he’s going to act the way you want him to !! toxic trait: subtle manipulation i’m telling you

and so when he shows up at your place, hes pretty much perfect. he looks put together and his fit is immaculate okay?

usually, you aren’t one to judge a book by its cover, but when it comes down to roommates….better safe than sorry babe

and the second atsumu mentions his gravitation towards volleyball and sports, you feel like you’ve won the lottery.

a clean and well put roommate who ALSO spends most of their time away from the apartment? what more could you ask for?

and as a quick bonus: HES HOT!! [so you can definitely brag to your friends about the attractive roommate you scored]

you’re quick to say yes, and as soon as you know it he’s added to the contract with your landlord!

atsumu keeps up his facade for another two weeks or so; washing dishes, keeping clean, never being too noisy and giving you your personal space

but when he finally shows his true colours?

you’re not sure if you want to strangle him or rip out your hair strand by strand

whew....he is messy.

atsumu [osamu too] is a momma’s boy, he’s never really had to do dishes or anything like that unless he has to

he never does his dishes. you ALWAYS end up washing them because you prefer a tidy kitchen

dont get me started on the cups

he uses YOUR cups and leaves them littered around the apartment like they’re easter eggs for you to hunt. one time, you found your favourite mug under a couch???

his room is no different either

you prefer to stay away from it, but you had caught a glimpse of it through his partially open bedroom door

....it’s a lot to process.

there are plates on his desk, disposable cups and crushed soda cans on his nightstand, clean laundry in different corners of the room and you swear you see a half full bottle of vodka that had gone missing from your own alcohol cabinet

but for some reason his room still manages to smell like lavender. and you hate that fact.

he NEVER has his house keys on him

he pretty much has you on speed dial because the amount of times this man has forgotten his keys inside the house is WILD

him: hey roomie...it’s me again...

you: atsumu it’s 11 pm and i’m out with friends, i’m not driving back just to open the door for you

him: then what am i going to do??

you: sit there and starve.

so he sits against your apartment door, playing games on his phone and texting his friends

he’s also getting clowned in the gc by suna and osamu PLS ATSUMU GO HOME [oh wait-]

when one of your neighbours pass by or see him sitting there he just gives that rlly awkward white person smile that’s like 😐

HIS PHONE DIES TOO FROM USING IT SO MUCH TOO RKDKGKJ

so basically he’s sitting there, hungry and bored.

when you come back, he’s almost asleep, a little bit of drool hanging on at the side of his mouth

“wake up, i brought you food.”

atsumu might be an annoying roomie, but you’re not heartless.

he 100% gets hair dye all over the bathroom, and he NEVER washes it out

so you’re not too happy when you have to replace your rug because there was a massive bleach stain on it

he uses your shampoo and conditioner, GENEROUSLY TOO

like atsumu...sir 🤣🤚 that shits like 20 dollars! stop using globs of it at once

istg you could buy a new bottle of shampoo/body wash and it’s already halfway through after a week or so

he promises that he’ll stop, but it just gets worse

NEVER let this man go grocery shopping for you by himself, you’ll get everything BUT what you asked for

okay, he does get you what you asked for, but not really

you ask for wheat bread and he gets white bread. you ask for vanilla ice cream and he gets you chocolate

why??

“i think it’s better than what you originally put down.”

you want a new roommate.

but as time passes by, you deduce that he has some redeeming qualities: like how fun he is when drunk, or how he can keep you entertained for hours about his surprisingly interesting days

you’ve met his friends too! they all love you

but they’re also quite sorry for you for having to put up with atsumu

sometimes, you’ll even join them with them when they’re all hanging in your living room

you never miss the small blush that creeps onto tsumus face whenever his old teammates tell you about the stories he deliberately left out to make himself look cooler [pls give this man love he needs it]

suna: wait i have a video of him getting pummeled in the face with a volleyball-

atsumu: ALRIGHT ITS TIME FOR YOU GUYS TO GO!!

atsumu: y/n has a test tomorrow!!

you: tomorrow’s saturday-

if you two have roommate rules, he definitely breaks some of them

no parties without you knowing??? like hell he’s following that

atsumu likes to party! he doesn’t mind hosting one or two every now and then

so he picks a day that he knows you’ll be out for the night, most likely studying because you won’t be back home until around 1 am

so the apartment is a mess and it’s partially trashed, there’s a lingering scent of weed and alcohol, someone probably vomited in your sink, and it’s loud.

so loud that you can hear it from the elevator.

you had decided to come home early and surprise atsumu with his favourite takeout, but you’re already met with tipsy and wasted bodies littered along the corridors, and it doesn’t take very long for you to put two and two together and realize it’s atsumu’s doing

long story short, you and atsumu have to go around the apartment to deliver personal apologies to your neighbours [this definitely isn’t your first or last warning]

in terms of hookups?

atsumu doesn’t care too much for sexual relationships, since his priority lies in volleyball and actually graduating, but he’ll have someone over every now and then

usually, it’s meant to be a time when you’re not around, because the walls are thin as fuck

but atsumu doesn’t really care in the heat of the moment

so yeah, you definitely want to neuter him when you hear incoherent moans and a headboard creaking

the morning after, you immediately chase his one night stand out of the apartment and go off on him for a second

after a few months, atsumu doesn’t get on your nerves as much

you could go as far as to call him a friend

during exam and midterm weeks, you both study together and even order takeout— which leads to the two of you passing out in your living room due to pure exhaustion

YOU HELP HIM DYE HIS HAIR

atsumu sometimes doesn’t get all of his spots because he can only do so much by himself

so after you hear his frustrated groans, you’re willing to help him dye his hair.

and from there it basically becomes a routine

you were also the one who introduced  him to TONER!!

he swears that you changed his life

he also walks around in nothing but his boxers because it’s comfortable but gets flustered and ‘mad’ when you wear nothing but an old t-shirt

forces you to come to him games to cheer loudly for him

this man- he asks you to cheer for him when he does his serve routine and when you do his head gets so big

but he denies it when his teammates tease him about you

half of his clothes have made its way into your closet! but honestly, he does not mind

his cute roommate is wearing his sweats and a hoodie with his name at the back of it, why would he be mad?

you’ve hooked up with him at least twice.

#i couldn’t care less if this flopped i just need the world to know how i feel ab atsumu as a roommate #formatting this absolutely murdered me its too late for this istg #anyways this is just a bunch of word vomint idk if ppl actually wanna read this but idc #ATSUMU MIYA IS VERY BEAUTIFUL TO ME!! #look he'd be a terrible roomie but a fun one at the same time if you understand?? #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #atsumu miya headcanons #[🥢].my works