#not in a bad way but i spent ten minutes cry laughing because you put me on the spot like this

[16-jarrah]

if you DID end up dating someone through a mutual appreciation of extremely niche smut, what character do you think you’d be interested in bonding over?

does goldie o'gilt count as niche

#theres like four people in her character tags all doing the heavy lifting #once im free to draw im going to do my part to contribute #also does her boyfriend count. hes popular so like i dont think he does #would you count raine as niche? theyre pretty popular too (and for good reason) #those r my top three #but i will say i havent really thought of raine that way yet. im shy LOL #i would also say like u/nky chai from d/islyte but like idk how popular he is and i dont know him THAT well but he appeals to me very much #if i sat here talking about all of my fictional crushes we're going to be here allday #op #chatter #asks #anon #also anon i want you to know this ask broke me . #not in a bad way but i spent ten minutes cry laughing because you put me on the spot like this #thanks anon this made my day #nsft text #minors dni #suggestive #not sfw #putting all the tags for blacklisting i can here

[jihyocentric]

domestic nahyo before i go to sleep!

-

"why do we have to wake up this early?"

jihyo expects something like that coming from jisoo, but instead it is nayeon. jisoo had complied and woke up to take a shower without showing resistance. she did everything jihyo said, even if she couldn't stop yawning and almost slept in jihyo's arms, knowing they'd go to the beach later on.

but nayeon didn't want to get up. it was jihyo's fault that she was tired — and no, not for a good reason. nayeon spent half of her night trying to fix the shower head that was leaking. jihyo couldn't sleep, somehow she was able to hear the sound of the water trickling down all the way from their bed, so it was on to nayeon to fix it.

"stop whining! your daughter is ready to go." jihyo grabs nayeon's blanket, pulling it away from her. nayeon remains with her eyes closed, and jihyo has no choice other than placing jisoo on top of her.

"the baby is not heavy. i can still sleep like this." nayeon sighs softly, getting comfortable with jisoo on top of her. it wouldn't be the first time she slept with their kid on her lap anyway.

jisoo giggles, laying completely on top of nayeon, nuzzling against her mom's neck. jihyo gasps, feeling betrayed.

"hey! don't laugh!" jihyo whines, taking jisoo away from nayeon. "i thought you were on mommy's side, soo." jihyo tells her baby, sighing.

"i am, mommy!" jisoo says quickly, turning her head to a sleepy nayeon. "mama, wake up!"

nayeon pretends she doesn't hear it, faking a snore.

"nayeon, this is the last time i'll say it." jihyo says, loud and firm. "we need to buy groceries, and then we can go to the beach. jeongyeon, momo and the twins will have dinner with us today and you were the one who invited them, but we don't have enough food! so get up before i-"

"alright, alright!" nayeon pouts, sitting up on the bed. "so many things to do today." she complains.

"they were all your idea." jihyo reminds her. "i'll make breakfast with jisoo. be downstairs in ten minutes."

when jihyo leaves with jisoo on her lap, nayeon wants to cry. she had roughly four hours of sleep and there was a lot to do already.

then she reminds she'll spend the entire day with the people she loved the most and gets up for good.

"you have legs, baby. you can walk, come on," jihyo tries to put jisoo on the ground when they're already in the grocery store.

"don't want to." jisoo whines, lifting her legs from the ground before jihyo has the chance to make her stand on her own.

"it's fine, baby, i'll push the cart and take what we need. you can hold her." nayeon says, and jihyo takes jisoo to her lap again.

"she's becoming spoiled." jihyo affirms, evidently blaming nayeon.

"she's really her mother's daughter, then." nayeon retorts, receiving a sharp look from jihyo. "s-sorry."

jihyo hums, walking on nayeon's side with jisoo's head against her chest. hearing jihyo's heartbeat was jisoo's favorite thing, and she was so entertained with the sound that she didn't hear her moms bickering.

nayeon did her task well, taking some things without jihyo realizing a few times — because if jihyo saw it, she would make nayeon put it back on the shelf. jihyo only noticed extra candy on their cart when they were going to the checkout.

"the gummy bears are for jisoo." nayeon explains herself. "the ice cream too!"

"it's okay, nayeon. we can eat it." jihyo sighs, patting jisoo's back softly, their daughter asleep on jihyo's lap. "but you can't give her the entire thing in a day. not even when she acts cute."

"i know. don't want to go to the d-" nayeon gulps before she can say the word. "d-dentist again."

"it wasn't that bad." jihyo laughs.

nayeon trembles when she reminds of that day. "my memory is scarred by that... thing in my mouth."

jihyo rolls her eyes. "the doctor only cleaned your teeth, stop being dramatic. maybe if you flossed correctly..."

"look, our turn!" nayeon says louder than jihyo once the person in front of them passes through the checkout.

"we can only stay for a couple of hours." jihyo says, sitting on a towel to prevent getting herself full of sand. next to her, nayeon doesn't think of getting a towel, sitting on the sand and squealing when it's too hot for her skin. "sometimes i don't know if jisoo is the baby here or you."

"i love the way you care about my feelings, wife." nayeon replies sarcastically as she got up. jihyo hands her a towel, and nayeon can finally sit on a comfortable surface.

"i care about your feelings." jihyo mashes her lips together, taking the sunscreen out of her bag. "if i didn't, i would tell you that you look like a tomato right now, but i won't do that."

"mama looks funny." jisoo laughs and jihyo can't hold back her laughter when nayeon takes a look at herself through the phone's camera and yells.

"why didn't you tell me before?!" nayeon whines, questioning jihyo.

"i told you to use sunscreen before we left the house!" jihyo replies in the same tone. she looks at their daughter on her lap, and reminds that it's been a couple of hours since she applied it on jisoo. "and it's time to reapply, soo. get up for mommy."

while jihyo covers jisoo on sunscreen, the best amount she can apply for their baby not to get sunburned, nayeon applies the thinnest layer she can. she wasn't a fan of using sunscreen as it made her skin look weird, so she settles for little protection, unwisely.

jihyo pays attention to the time while nayeon goes for a swim with jisoo, knowing they wouldn't be able to stay for long, but since they promised jisoo to take her to the beach, they had to make it work.

if only she could, jihyo would make them spend the entire day there and avoid jeongyeon and momo's twins — she loved her nephews, but they were little monsters. at least jisoo was there to play with them, making the two beasts become calmer kids.

"she wants to build a sandcastle," nayeon breathes out when she returns with jisoo. she sits on her towel, taking jisoo to sit next to her.

jihyo takes pictures of them while they work hard on their castle, with a big smile on her face. they look adorable together, despite teaming up against her at times. jihyo notices then that nayeon is getting in the way of jisoo more than she was helping her.

she thinks about telling nayeon to let their kid build the castle herself, because it would probably look better, but jisoo doesn't mind if it looks ugly or unshaped. all she wants is her mama to spend time with her. so jihyo stays quiet and laughs occasionally, when she sees how bad it looks.

"time to go home." jihyo announces and the two partners in crime give her puppy eyes, jisoo taking a step ahead of nayeon and pouting. "no, we can't stay more. the dinner we promised to jeongyeon and momo won't cook itself." jihyo resists their attempt to persuade her.

"can you remind me why i invited them?" nayeon groans, palming her face.

jihyo laughs, helping jisoo get up from the sand. "because they're family! come on, you two. let's go!"

"do i get a kiss if i get up?" nayeon pouts and jihyo sighs.

"a small one, yes."

nayeon makes herself stand quickly, holding jihyo's waist before she mashed their lips together briefly. nayeon only needed a little push really, she would get a better kiss later, when there was no one else to witness it but the both of them. perhaps she'd even go to sleep late again that night, but for better reasons.

"yuck." jisoo mimics jeongyeon's reaction whenever nayeon and jihyo kissed and her moms gasp, breaking their kiss.

"jisoo!" jihyo and nayeon say at the same time, laughing when they realize it was all jeongyeon's fault.

#drabble #nayeon #jihyo #nahyo #domestic!nahyo #sfw #non rq

[the-therapist-needs-therapy]

Cold Reality

Pairings : Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Genre : Angst

Warnings : None

You get a text from your boyfriend at midnight to meet you at the park, as he wanted to talk to you.

The cold breeze kissed your skin, making you shiver. It was close to midnight, so you were quite surprised when your boyfriend asked you to meet him at your usual dating spot at the park.

As you were waiting for him, your mind replayed the times you spent with Wonwoo, which were the nothing but the best, always never failing to put a smile on your face. He was like god's gift to you during the times you were struggling to not fall apart. Your eyes crinkle, as a smile makes it's way to your face, thinking how far you've come in life because of Wonwoo.

Ten minutes later, you could see Wonwoo's tall figure and you shoot him a smile before greeting him enthusiastically. The same couldn't be said for Wonwoo. He looked upset, maybe a bit tired. Whatever it was it wasn't good. The look in his eyes made it clear.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about, darling?" you asked him, and his gaze darkened, making you think if you shouldn't have talked first. He was already in a bad mood. You didn't want to make him upset all over again.

"You look pretty today, Y/n," he noted, his voice barely a whisper as if the small comment that made your heart flutter was more to himself and not you. You were merely wearing a hoodie and sweatpants that you were wearing at home, being too lazy to change into better clothes.

"Please don't tell me you asked me to come here to tell that," you looked at him, your eyebrow shooting him a questioning look. He laughed a bit at that, before going back to being silent.

Gazing at Wonwoo, who seemed to be interested in playing with his jacket's zipper, you started to wonder what had gotten into him. He didn't usually speak in riddles. If anything he was the most straight-forward, down-to-earth person you'd ever met.

"What is it, Wonwoo?" you ask once again. Your tone was much serious this time. You knew there was something he can wanted to say. You could read him far too easily, the product of being his girlfriend for too many years.

He turned to look at you, then your lips. His gaze remained at the latter. He quickly pressed a kiss against your lips. His lips were soft as usual. Timid as always.

In other circumstances, it would gave been super romantic. Two lovers kissing under the moonlight. However, you couldn't focus on the kiss so instead of kissing him back, your mind was filled with millions of questions. Most of them being 'What's with, Wonwoo?'.

When he pulled back, the emotion you felt strongly at the moment was confusion. He had pressed you foreheads together, so you could feel his warm breath.

"I'm asking again, Wonwoo. What's the matter?" you asked him, voice barely a whisper.

He looked at you once more and it seemed like he was making up his mind whether to tell you or not.

"I- we can't be together anymore, Y/n"

You stared at him, trying to trace any hint of sarcasm in his eyes but saw none. You let out a forced laughter, the kind which meant that you hoped what he said wasn't real.

"Stop joking, Wonwoo"

"I'm not"

There was no doubt. He wasn't joking. Definitely. Your mind seemed to have stopped working, as you couldn't process his words. A single tear slipped out from your eye. You weren't even bothered to wipe it off.

"Why?" your question came out after what seemed like an eternity.

Wonwoo stayed silent. His silence was driving you crazier than what he said did.

"Why, you bastard? Did you find another woman?" at this point you were starting to cry, as more tears slipped out.

"I found no one"

"Then, wasn't I good enough?"

That was when Wonwoo snapped.

"Look around you, Y/n. Whatever you see is reality. Your fantasy about me isn't"

It finally made sense.

↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ- ↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-

Author's Note : It's supposed to be a realization for fans that whatever we read about our idols isn't going to happen. It was that kind of concept. I wanted to make it meaningful.

#wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #imagines #cold reality #seventeen #sharvena.originals

[philipjohnclapp]

If you’re gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

Goretober Day 1

Prompt: Stab Wounds

Word Count: 748

A/N: This is REALLY bad, I wrote it rather quickly (like ten minutes) and I haven’t written anything in a while, so, read at your own risk.

It was just another day on set. They finished up whatever stunts they were filming for the day, and went straight to the bar. Somewhere he spent the majority of his time, usually trying to get free drinks. Because he couldn’t pay the five bucks for a drink, but a free five dollar drink and an ego boost is so much more worth it, so, Steve-O decided to show off.

And show off he did. Sitting on one of those dumb spiny barstools with a cocky shit eating, yellow, grin on his face. Looking at the customer next to him who was showing off his cool “butterfly” knife to whatever chick was on his opposite side. And that’s when an idea came to his mind, a way to snag a drink, a way to get everyone’s attention. So, he got the knife holder's attention.

“Hey, dude, bet you a drink I can balance the tip of that knife on my nose.”

Steve-O found himself boasting, as he turned on his chair to face the man. Something he’s done quite a few times, he’d say he perfected it by now. The man looked at him with curious eyes, looking away from the fair lady, and giving his gaze to Steve-O instead,

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try.”

The man let out a rather amused laugh. Handing over the pretty purple knife to Steve-O. He took it earnestly, ready to get himself a free drink. Hopefully a real strong one too.

Steve-O flipped open the knife, and eyed the pristinely sharp blade. Tilting his head back and letting out a just as sharp exhale as he put the blade tip against the tip of his nose. Somehow getting it to start to balance. His head shifted to the side a bit to keep it still; as still as he could anyways.

And then something he really didn’t expect to happen, happened. Knoxville put a rough hand on his shoulder, shaking him completely. Taking him by absolute surprise as his head lulled forward and the knife slipped, slicing the edge of his nose and starting to fall. His head jerked suddenly as he let out a whiny groan in pain, panicking and trying to catch the knife with his hands. Instead he full heartedly grabbed the knife by the blade with his left hand, slicing open all his digits. It felt like molten lava. While he tried to switch the knife from his left to the right he managed to stab himself right in his right palm, all the way through it in a rather clean plunge. Steve-O's eyes started to water.

“What the fuck, man??!”

The knife's owner on the stool next to him yelled at Steve-O, a look of disgust and anger was present on his face as he stood up, pushing Steve-O hard. Kicking him right when he was at his lowest, absolutely pissed.

“Fuck.. holy fucking shit, O!”

Knoxville yelled out as he took his hand straight off the others shoulder, looking at him with absolute horror, and major disbelief. Like he couldn’t just believe what he saw, Steve-O was trembling as he grabbed onto the counter with his left and right hand trying not to fall off the stool from the shove. Lodging the knife even further through his palm, severing more muscle and bone and important tendons and veins. He let out a sharp cry. As he stood up. Mumbling a few curses, as he tried to grab onto the guy he was trying to impress earlier with his rather bloodied hands. One had a fucking knife through it.

His breathing was all labored as he ruined the man’s white button up. Clenching onto it like he was the next coming of Christ, absolutely pleading with him, like a child pleading not to go to school. Pleading for help, pleading for just about anything right now. Steve-Os ears rung, and that man’s look of anger changed to one of surprise. And then disgust once more. Shoving Steve-O right off him, and spitting in his face.

“Yer fucking scum!”

His voice slurred slightly as Steve-O fell down, hitting against the bar stool behind him as he got knocked to the floor. In absolutely agonizing pain. He watched as the blood pooled from his nose, and both hands. Looking down at his now ruined shirt, and then back down at Steve-O. Giving him one more final vengeful kick, before he averted his gaze to Knoxville.

#jackass #ao3 writer #jackass fanfiction #johnny knoxville #angst prompt #drabble #jackass headcanons #please request #chris pontius #steve o #jackass forever #jackass fanfic #jackass fans #jackass1 #steve o fanfiction #angst #hurt #Goretober #writer

[diagonal-queen]

thungo thursday double feature??

hey gang i missed last week's ep because i was lazy. i'm posting them both one right after the other since they were too long as one combined post lol

ep 5

i wonder if the decay like. knows poe exists or that his ability is like allowing the entire agency to hide anywhere they want. like his ability is very similar to lucy's. maybe he'll trap fukuchi in a novel and kill him (imagine the one to defeat fukuchi being fucking POE i'd cry tears of euphoria)

wait we didnt get the part where tanizaki and kenji crawled out from under the table?? we were SCAMMED

i love that tanizaki and atsushi are visibly sweating and nervous while listening to ranpo while kyouka and kenji are just like •_•

'the armies can't tell who is and isnt a vampire' HAVE THEY TRIED IDK LOOKING AT THEM THOSE VAMPIRES ARE UGLY AS SHIT I FEEL LIKE I WOULD NOTICE IF ONE OF MY COWORKERS BECAME SUPER UGLY OUT OF NOWHERE

yeah actually tanizaki + ranpo have a point why DIDNT they destroy one order. like why didnt they just. chuck a shot put ball at it and be done with it lmao it really could have been that easy

ranpo getting the pretty treatment this ep (he's already a pretty boy the anime has just decided to fully embrace his beauty now so he's transcended to an ethereal being of pretty)

cannot believe a group of people aged like 10 - 26 (excluding fukuzawa) are the ones who have to save the world. im sure the boomers in their universe will still find a way to complain about them and thats the saddest part of all

AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA AYA

virgin page: literally alters reality so that nobody believes in the agency's innocence chad aya: *unaffected*

not jouno just fucking knocking aya to the ground T-T

i love her. jouno is literally being like 'i will brutally murder you and everyone you care for' and this ten year old girl is like 'fuck you + L + ratio + skill issue + nobody asked'

w tecchou what would jouno do without you bby

LMAO BRAM'S FACE ◓-◓ also why is jouno reacting surprised?? how did you hear him bro. did you hear the flutter of his babygirl eyelashes or some shit. i KNOW bram is physically heartless he can't rely on a heartbeat this time around

fukichi: will u be angel jouno: BUT do i get to bdsm fukuchi: ye jouno: SIGN ME UP

wait the vampires can talk???? akutagawa just said 'space time continue um' or whatever the fuck but i thought he was supposed to be like a mindless drone even if he is doing what bram wants i didnt think they could talk???? whatt

stop why is vamp akutagawa so fucking ugly i hate this reality

jouno be like 'ok so this physically unkillable man is gonna take over the world. shit what do i do. uhh ok let's entrust the fate of the world to this ten year old girl i just found'

NOT THAT SHOT OF FUKUCHI TURNING AFTER THE FLASH LMAOOAOAOAOAOAOAOA THATS ALMOST AS BAD AS THAT ONE JOUNO TURTLE SMILE (you guys know the one)

yooo there IS an ending this season. i miss sunny and peaceful yokohama T-T season one feels

oh boy what an adventure!! what will dia see next?? wouldn't it be so silly if she read one subtitle and spent the next ten minutes laughing so hard she almost threw up?? that would be CRAZY haha it definitely didnt happen. or did it?? stick around for ep 6 of thungo thursdays

#dia's daydreams #thungo thursday #bungo stray dogs s5 #bsd spoilers #guys i understand if you skip this one but please ep 6 literally almost killed me #i have a KILLER headache rn from all that laughing #i laughed so much that i may never need to laugh again #it was so funny though #just wait and see

[rolling-restart]

desecration [George Russel x Toto Wolff] - part. 4

*** This is a NSFW fic with BDSM and unhealthy relationship elements. If it’s something you want to avoid or you are minor, please scroll past. ***

Status: incomplete

Tags and content warnings: unhealthy relationship dynamics, mentions of promiscuity, implications of eating disorders, age difference, elements of infidelity, angst, mentions of impact play, i don’t know how to tag it anymore.

Summary: George spends some time with Daniel but he cannot stop his mind from racing.

“THE ONES I HAVEN’T FUCKED UP YET”

Daniel leaned back on the sofa with a satisfied grunt.

“Well, this was phenomenal.”

George was watching him eat, no, inhale his meal for the past ten minutes. His plate was sitting on the coffee table, almost untouched. He didn’t feel like eating but he also didn’t feel like ruining Daniel’s mood. He ate a couple of fries to keep his hands busy and to create the illusion of eating.

He didn’t feel like touching the burger. It looked greasy and he felt like everything in it would fall apart if he dared to hold it. There wasn’t any cutlery either and he suspected that Daniel would kill him if he tried to eat a burger with cutlery.

“It indeed was.”

Daniel let a sigh and rubbed his stomach with a grin.

“Since I am practically unemployed for the next year, no one would mind me putting on a couple of pounds, huh?”

“You think Micheal would be okay with it?”

Daniel scoffed. He didn’t seem to notice the untouched plate.

“Nah, he even thinks I need to relax a little, after, you know…”

George tried to put on a sympathetic smile on his face. He didn’t feel pity for Daniel. On the contrary, he felt like things will end up working in his favour. His pity was only limited to himself.

“Aren’t you gonna eat that?”

“Uhh, I don’t think I will. Do you want it?”

Daniel threw him a sceptical look. It was a relief that he didn’t smile as much in private because George felt like there was something unsettling about his public smiles. This felt more authentic, more like a real person rather than a PR machine.

“Did you eat after the race?”

“Oh yes, one of that dietician approved boxes. You know, chicken and greens.” George lied.

Daniel nodded solemnly. George didn’t want to be fussed over and lying had always come easy to him. He also felt on edge a little, nothing to do with Daniel’s behaviour, though. Daniel had been more than relaxed and welcoming but there was an element of tension George couldn’t shake. Daniel hadn’t been suggestive or judgemental but George was making an over-the-top effort to be normal in his company. He always categorised his relationships as “the ones I fucked up” and “the ones I haven’t fucked up yet” and his relationship with Daniel was in the latter category. Daniel never showed him any questionable interest and he had always been more than gentle with him once they got to know each other better during the season. George was still slightly salty about him and Max laughing at him crying after receiving his first points but he managed to put it aside.

“Do you wanna watch something?”

George squinted his eyes. It wasn’t completely unexpected since they had spent time together and played video games before but it was never only them two. There was always Lando or Micheal accompanying them. George didn’t know why spending time with Daniel alone made him this anxious. He wasn’t an intimidating guy, on the contrary. He gave George a sense of comfort without patronising or babying him. Unlike Toto, George thought. When they don’t have sex, Toto liked to take care of George in every way possible. They never had long periods alone together but when they did, Toto liked to hand-feed him, bathe him or groom his hair. He even gave him a massage every now and then but he was so bad at it that it made George ache more than it relaxed him. He never told Toto that, but he usually declined the offer.

Something was magnetizing about Daniel. George didn’t find him especially attractive. Daniel was a conveniently attractive guy but George tend to be attracted to men and women who could handle him physically. Daniel, given that he was strong like other drivers, didn’t physically dominate George that much. Unlike Toto, George thought again.

This was a normal occasion. Something George was supposed to have while growing into a full adult. He never flirted with people his age nor pursued genuine romantic adventures as his peers did. Daniel wasn’t exactly his peer. He was nine years older than George but never let it affect their socialisation. Daniel was a person who could bond with anyone and George found a rare comfort in knowing that he wasn’t the most unconventional people Daniel was friends with. No, what he yearned for was a normal opportunity to flirt and discover the attraction. Toto was an all-encompassing figure in his life since George was nineteen and he prevented him from pursuing foolish age-appropriate romantic endeavours. Toto wasn’t his first but George discovered the majority of his sexuality with him.

It was funny that George didn’t know what was acceptable and what was completely unorthodox about their relationship because he had never been involved in another one. Sure, he had girlfriends now and then to appease the media and those girls were very nice people. It was always George who broke the relationship because they required basic signs of connection and intimacy and George couldn’t give it to them without going insane with the feeling of something crawling under his skin. No, he couldn’t receive any other type of intimacy than Toto gave him and it made George feel miserable. He was like a sheltered, inexperienced child except that shelter was the most perverted and twisted place. He didn’t know how to be touched without being hurt and he didn’t know how to love without giving everything of himself until he has nothing left.

“Sure, what do you wanna watch?”

“Hm, let’s browse first.”

Daniel chose a silly reality show on Netflix. George was grateful because he didn’t know what to do if he was forced to understand and comment. He was sitting at a chaste distance from Daniel on the couch, trying to look comfortable. Daniel couldn’t know how tense he was. Daniel didn’t seem too bothered with it, he was just enjoying the seemingly peaceful coexistence.

Halfway through the first episode, something odd happened. George was so focused on appearing relaxed that he only realised Daniel moved towards him at the last moment. Daniel wordlessly grabbed George’s legs, making him rotate on the couch with a surprised gasp. He placed his legs on his lap.

“That’s more like it. You looked uncomfortable.”

George couldn’t breathe for a second. Firstly, he couldn’t mask his tension as well as he thought he was since Daniel noticed it. Secondly, this impromptu contact made him nearly jump out of his skin. Was this something close friends would do? Was this flirting? George had no clue and losing control of the situation made him anxious.

It shouldn’t have been a big deal. If he wanted to, he could ask Daniel to let his feet go and he could go back to his previous state. However, George felt like it would come across as denying Daniel the proximity he wanted and took the risk of weirding George out for. George knew he was making it a bigger deal than it is but now his mind was racing with possibilities. He knew he couldn’t physically say no if Daniel wanted to do anything more. Or maybe he could. Daniel couldn’t have bad intentions about George, he wasn’t like that. He was just looking out for George and trying to make him more comfortable. Or even more, he might have been finding humour in this slightly homoerotic position they were in. Daniel would do that and George would never stop himself from tensing when he is the subject of those actions.

George managed to let out an approving hum. He could live with that. He could survive this scene without daydreaming about Daniel pounding him on the bed next to them. Would he deliberately bang George’s head against the headboard like Toto sometimes did? Would he be a gentle lover and treat George like a treasure?

George was trying to put these thoughts where they came from but they were swelling like a carelessly unpacked suitcase. Whatever he did, he couldn’t fit them back where they came from. To make the matters worse, Daniel started to caress his shins mindlessly while staring at the screen. George wondered whether he was actually watching the show or he was just trying not the get caught in the action of affection by George.

George always had to sit on Toto’s lap when they are lounging together. Not that he didn’t let George sit anywhere else but George couldn’t bear seeing Toto’s pouty face once he tried to put a distance between them. It cringed George unimaginably and he hated himself for being a killjoy for Toto. So he had to watch whatever they were watching while Toto’s semi-hard cock pressed against his probably already abused arse. He learned how to mask his disgust very well at that point. Being ever-desired should have been a nice feeling but it made George feel like a doll rather than an actual human being.

Disgust began to swell in his stomach with the rhythmic feeling of being caressed. Daniel’s touches were too soft, borderline unsettling. He couldn’t stay still any longer and, unfortunately, his right leg twitched a little. This made Daniel grab him by his shin to keep him in place.  Maybe Daniel didn’t know but it pushed George to a path that he couldn’t turn back from.

“Do you want to fuck or something?”

George wished he never had to ability to talk. The anticipation accumulated in his body became too much to bear and he couldn’t hold his tongue. He might have been wrong to think that Daniel had an ultimate aim with him. Since he was over-sexualised in his affairs, he always anticipated everybody wanted to eventually fuck him but now he felt like he might have misjudged the situation. He didn’t want to ruin his friendship with Daniel and when Daniel was involved in the conversation, he felt like he always pretend that it was an over-the-top joke.

Daniel’s mouth fell slack for a second before he managed to gather himself. The surprise wasn’t a good sign and George felt himself panicking at an alarming rate. Subsequently, he put on a signature smile of his and let out a chuckle.

“I mean, I would say buy me dinner first but I think we are past that stage.”

George forced himself to scoff in a relaxed manner but it came out more like a pained chuckle. Would Toto be mad if he knew George was propositioning other older men? Imagining his reaction made George shiver in delight because this was the only way he let himself hurt Toto. Handing his treasure to random people who would never cherish it as he would. He felt his friendship with Daniel was already in the “the ones I fucked up” category.

“It’s not a no.”

#🚩 #gr #tw #dr #george russel/toto wolff #george russel/daniel ricciardo #desecration: gr/tw fic #nsfw. #💥

[matchayogitea]

Rainy night in Hawkins - part 1

As you stared at him you thought that he had the most beautiful eyes you'd ever seen. So intense and dark and gentle.

Your dog runs off and Steve helps you out. Mostly an excuse to write fluff.

Lost

It was a rainy night in Hawkins and nobody was out.

Except you.

Your stupid brother hadn't closed the front door properly and your dog had bolted. You had heard some commotion but by the time you'd reached the door Lilly had already run off, and your dumb ten year old brother hadn't even tried to go after her. He was standing rooted to the spot as if his feet had been glued to the floor.

Lilly wasn't used to roaming around the neighbourhood on her own and your family was always very careful not to let her out when you opened the front door. She also was a very sweet, chill dog, and she normally didn't go off running as if she'd been bitten by a tarantula.

Except that evening, for some reason.

After cursing your brother, telling him to stay there and to call your parents at work to ask them to come home straight away to help, you grabbed Lilly's leash, an umbrella and ran out to look for her. 

She couldn't be very far, you thought, as she wasn't young anymore and she got tired quickly if she ran or walked around a lot.  But you were wrong. You spent more than an hour looking for her, calling out her name, with nobody around to help because of the bad weather. All neighbors seemed to be inside.

You were getting more and more worried by the minute. Worried she might have been hit by a car, or got hurt, or got lost... 

No. She'll be alright. I just have to keep looking for her. I'll find her.

Cursing your brother once again, you realized with horror you'd started crying. Angrily, you wiped the tears that blurred your vision as you turned around the corner-

"Whoa, easy there."

You had almost bumped into Steve Harrington. He was standing there, holding an umbrella, looking slightly annoyed before he realized it was you.

"Y/N? What's wrong?"

You were so worried and upset that you didn't even care if your face was a mess cause of the crying. Normally you would have. You had had a crush on Steve for a while now, but you were just friends, and you didn't dare say anything because you didn't want to ruin your friendship.

"I... my idiot brother has let our dog out and she has run off... I've been looking for her for almost two hours and I can't find her-"

Steve put a hand on your arm and gave it a little squeeze. "It's ok, I'll help you look for her. What does she look like?"

You described Lilly to him, the size, the brown fur, the fluffy tail, and you two started walking again under the light rain, calling out Lilly's name. You were so preoccupied that you didn't even think about how odd it was to meet him outside on such an awful windy day when everybody else was comfortably sitting inside having hot chocolate or watching tv.

Steve was walking a few steps ahead of you and as he shouted your dog's name for the umpteenth time you thought you spotted something in the distance, down the street. And then, before you knew it, Lilly had run toward you both and she started trying to jump on Steve, clearly desperately wanting attention, or food, or both.

"Hey, easy! You're ok, we found you, girl." Steve smiled down at her as he knelt down to stroke her damp fur, and you were surprised at how gentle he was, the way he apparently didn't care about petting a dog that had some dirt on her. You thought he wouldn't even want to touch her. 

"I've always wanted a dog. When I was in middle school I almost convinced my parents to get one, but they changed their mind, saying I wasn't responsible enough and that they didn't have time to look after a pet, that I was enough of a bother." Steve laughed softly, but you could hear the bitterness in his tone. "Lilly's gorgeous."

"She is. Thank you... for helping me out." You also knelt down and put the leash on her, so you wouldn't risk losing her again. "I'm sorry, you probably had better things to do tonight."

"Not really. I was just... I went on a walk to clear my head. I couldn't sit still at home."

You didn't want to pry, so you didn't ask. As you stared at him you thought that he had the most beautiful eyes you'd ever seen. So intense and dark and gentle at the same time...

"Y/N?"

"Sorry." You realized you'd been staring and blushed a little. "I'm gonna head home. Lilly, come on."

Lilly wouldn't leave Steve's side. She clearly liked him, and she wanted attention. He laughed and stroked her head again. "I see someone's a bit spoiled. I'll walk you home, come on."

"You don't have to, Steve." You actually didn't want to part with him just yet and he probably could tell, because he laughed softly at your reluctant reply and grabbed the leash from you, leading the way.

"Before... you said you were trying to clear your mind. Is something wrong?" you finally asked, hoping that question wouldn't be out of line. You and Steve weren't super close, but you had become friends after fighting the damn demogorgons and teaming up against Hawkins lab, after all.

"Not really. Just... you know... just thinking about everything that happened over the past couple of years. Life has been pretty crazy. Sometimes... I just can't wrap my head around it, and I start worrying about what else might happen, and... I don't know, it's dumb. Things are ok now." he shrugged, offering a tiny smile. 

"It's not dumb. I understand." you softly replied, smiling back at him. "I guess there's not much we can do either than hope things stay as they are."

"Yeah. I guess so. Also... my parents, you know, I told you about them before. They can be a pain. Sometimes I have to leave the house to put some distance between us."

He had told you a little about his family before, and you knew they didn't always get along. Scratch that. They didn't get along most of the time.

"Maybe you could stay for dinner?"

You blurted out the question before you could even realize it. Steve looked surprised, so you quickly added: "I know it's not a super exciting plan, but my mom loves Lilly more than anybody else in the world and I think she'll want to thank you, and she does cook a mean casserole." You paused. "You don't have to. I just thought... you met my family before, and-"

"I'd like to have dinner with you guys." Steve interrupted you, staring into your eyes so intensely that you thought he could read your mind. "Are you sure that's ok?"

"Of course it is."

As you walked the rest of the way home, you felt peaceful. You had Lilly back, and Steve was with you. There was nothing more you could wish for.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington needs a hug #steve harrington is a sweetheart #stranger things imagine #steve harrington fluff

[ragingbookdragon]

Batsis Meet The Batboys

Batsis x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 4.1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: Y'all, I am slowly but surely making good on that promise to get all my stories reposted--also editing them so they're nice and neat! Enjoy! -Thorne

Dick:

She hummed in amusement as her father grunted and begrudgingly passed over another five into the man’s hand. “You know…it’s good to know that my perfect father actually sucks at something.” She turned and popped a piece of cotton candy into her mouth. “And it’s carnival games.”

He grunted again when he missed the balloon, and he handed her the darts. “Why don’t you try it, sweetheart?”

She handed him the cotton candy with a grin and took the darts, holding one up and making the repeated motion of throwing it. She couldn’t help but feel a little cocky as she asked, “Dad, if I get this, what toy do you want?”

She nodded to the bat in the corner. “I was thinking about the stuffed bat. Eh, dad?” He glared at her, but she laughed as she tossed the weighted dart, watching as it hit center and she pointed to the bat. “I’ll take that one.”

The man handed it to her, and they walked off; she held it up to her father. “Here. A bat for Batman,” she quipped, and he grunted at her.

“That isn’t funny, (Y/N).”

She shrugged and retorted, “It’s a little funny. You just have no sense of humor because you’re a stick in the mud.” (Y/N) shoved the stuffed animal in her backpack before reaching up and taking her father’s hand; she glanced down at her wristwatch on the opposite hand and said, “The performances don’t start for another twenty minutes. Want to go look at something else? I saw one of those spinning car rides. We could do that.”

When he didn’t give her response, she looked back up at him to see him staring off into the distance, his eyes set on the Wayne Enterprises tower. “Dad? You okay?”

He blinked as if startled from his thoughts and he directed his gaze down at her and after a few moments, he nodded. “Just thinking.”

“Penny for your thoughts.”

“I haven’t spent a lot of time with you.” He frowned and squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I haven’t been a good—”

She cut him off with a ‘pfft’. “Dad, it’s alright. I’m not angry.” (Y/N) squeezed his hand in return. “I might be young, but I’m not an idiot. I know being a dad is new for you, especially since you didn’t get to watch me grow up the first decade of my life. But what matters is that you’re here now, and you’re doing the best you can. And that’s all I ask of you.”

At her little speech, he was stunned, and after a moment he knelt down and hugged her. “I love you, sweetheart.”

(Y/N) returned the hug, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, though they were so big and broad that she couldn’t meet her hands around his back. “I love you too, dad.”

Happening to glance over his shoulder, she immediately gasped. “Dad!”

He let her go, immediately moving to protect her. “What? What is it?”

(Y/N) pointed towards a costumed family walking and greeting the people. “It’s the Flying Grayson’s!” She grabbed his hand and tugged him along in their direction. “Let’s get a picture with them!” She could hear her father chuckle behind her, but he followed, and they stepped up to the family.

(Y/N) waved at them. “Hi Mister and Missus Grayson! Can we get a picture with you?”

The man and woman smiled at them and nodded, and a boy a couple years younger than her stepped up.

He stuck out his hand. “Hi, I’m Richard Grayson. But you can call me Dick.”

(Y/N) took his hand and shook it. “(Y/N) Wayne. Nice to meet you, Dick.” She gestured to her father. “This is my dad, Bruce Wayne.”

Her father smiled and tipped his head towards the boy before handing the camera to someone and stepping beside her. She and Dick had become friends instantaneously as they slung their arms around each other’s necks, their grins cheesy and wide.

The camera flashed and the man handed Bruce the camera, and (Y/N) nodded to the family. “Thank you for taking a picture with us.” They started to walk away, but she stopped them, motioning to her dad. “Can my dad take a picture of the three of you? I know it seems a little weird, but it’d be cool to have a picture of you guys, and one with you.” They nodded at her request and she gestured to her father, watching him take the photo of the family. “Thank you!”

They waved and walked off, leaving them, and she turned to Bruce. “Wanna go find seats?” He nodded, and they began moving in the direction of the tent.

***

Time seemed to grind to a halt as (Y/N)’s heart stopped in her chest as she watched them slam into the ground. Chaos filled the tent in mere seconds, people screaming, children crying, and her father grabbed her arm. “(Y/N)—”

She nodded and pulled her arm away, already starting to make her way from her seat. “I’ve got him. Go.” She didn’t wait for his reply, hopping the seats until her feet hit the dirt ground and she broke into a sprint towards the sobbing boy in the center.

She twisted her feet and slid on the ground next to him, her heart tightened when he gazed up at her, sky blue eyes wide in agony. (Y/N) reached out, wrapping her arms around him. “I’ve got you Dick. I’ve got you kid.”

She felt his arms come around her middle as his head burrowed in her shoulder; his entire body shook with every heart-wrenching sob, and (Y/N) raised one of her hands, running it through his hair as she whispered repeatedly, “I’ve got you.”

(Y/N) heard GCPD officers shouting, and she looked up, seeing her father standing beside them. “Batman,” she whispered softly.

He glanced at her before kneeling beside them and blocking the way of the fallen couple. “You two shouldn’t look at this anymore.”

She nodded and squeezed the boy on the shoulder. “Dick. We need to get away from here.”

“I can’t…leave them.” He pulled back, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’m…all alone.”

(Y/N) shook her head, and placed a hand on his cheek. “I’m here, Dick. You’re not alone.” His face pinched as a new round of tears sprouted in his eyes and he lowered his head, the sobs wracking his body, and she gazed up at her father’s face, knowing the agony behind the white slits. “You’re not alone.”

Jason:

She walked alongside her father, tugging at the collar of her suit. “Can’t we make a suit that doesn’t choke me as much as this collar does? I feel like I’ve got one of Ivy’s vines wrapped around my throat.” He didn’t say anything and she rolled her eyes. “Fine. Fine. Ignore me. I see how it is.”

“You’re the one who designed your suit, Batgirl. I told you to choose breathable fabric but you refused and said you wanted adequate protection like mine.”

She blinked and glared at him. “Do you get some sick pleasure from repeating my apparent failures?” He chuckled lightly, and she looked around. “Whatever…I still think you shouldn’t have parked in Crime Alley. You know there’s always trouble here.”

“The Batmobile is fine,” he said, voice tired as if he’d answered the question a hundred times before—he had.

(Y/N) hummed, nodding to the car a few feet ahead of them and quipped, “Oh, so the kid jacking the tires off it is completely normal?”

Her father looked at her split second before turning to see it, his eyes widening in disbelief as he muttered, “I don’t believe what I’m seeing.” He moved soundlessly towards the boy, her following.

“Got to give it to him. It takes some big balls to jack the Batman’s ride,” she admired and he grunted, though she knew he was in agreement, and they walked up on the oblivious boy.

She watched her father pull his ‘Put-The-Fear-Of-Batman-Into-‘Em’ stance and he cleared his throat with an exaggerated, ‘ahem’. (Y/N) snorted at the way the boy jerked, twisting to see them staring at him; she swore he’d shit himself the way the fear bled into his eyes.

Her father glared at the kid. “You do realize that’s the Batmobile, right?”

The boy’s face pinched, and he tipped his head up, his voice haughty. “Duh. You do realize you parked your car in Crime Alley, right?” (Y/N) barked a laugh, but quickly coughed when her father turned his glower to her, and he turned back to the boy just in time to see him swinging the tire iron.

“Bad move, hotshot.” Her words fell on deaf ears as she watched her father catch the tool and grip the boy by the front of his hoodie, picking him up off the ground a few feet.

He squirmed, legs kicking out for few seconds before spitting, “You want to beat up on a kid, go enlist in the GCPD like every other bully in this city.”

(Y/N) saw the gears turning in her father’s head as he leaned in, his face inches apart from the boys as he demanded, “I’m only going to ask you this once…So give some serious thought to your answer.”

The boy craned his neck, eyes narrowed as he asked, “What it is?”

Her father gave him a smirk. “Are you hungry?” The boy’s brows furrowed in suspicion, and within the next ten minutes, they were sitting on the hood of the Batmobile eating burgers and fries and sipping on milkshakes.

At one point, she’d reached over and grabbed the boy’s hands; he looked up at her and she nodded to his burger. “Slow down, Jason. You’ll eat your hand at this rate.”

He snorted but nodded, eating a little slower than before as he said, “Sorry. This is the closest thing to a home-cooked meal since I’ve had a home.” He paused and looked out at the city. “It’s funny…I was here once, looking for Wayne Manor.” He looked between them. “I was trying to case the place, but I got lost.”

Bruce looked down at the boy and questioned, “Why do you think it’s okay to steal from people?”

Jason scoffed at his question. “Are you kidding me? Look at this view.” He motioned to the buildings in the distance. “Freaking ‘Billionaire Playboy’ thinks he’s the king of the world. Pfft.”

(Y/N) elbowed him in the ribs and quipped, “Oh honey, he doesn’t think he is. He knows he is.”

The two of them cackled, but the solemn look from her father made their laughter fall short and he said, “Sometimes you just have to give people a chance Jason…they’ll usually surprise you.”

Her father’s words made Jason pause, and she saw him sink into deep thought. After a few moments, she leaned across Jason and nudged her father.

He looked at her and she tipped her head to Jason. “Does this mean he’s coming home with us?” Her father looked at him and back to her, then nodded and she shifted her arm, grinning as she wrapped it around Jason’s neck. “Well then, welcome to the family…little brother.”

Tim:

She could sense the boy following her, and after a few moments, she realized he wasn’t giving up. It wasn’t just some coincidence that they were on the same path—he wanted something from her. She glanced over her shoulder before ducking into the shadows of an alley, waiting for him to follow.

Sure enough, he stepped into the opening of the alley, looking for her, then he shook his head and stamped his foot on the ground. “No-no-no. I was so close to finding her.” He sighed and his shoulders fell in defeat as he visibly deflated.

She stepped behind him and gripped his shoulder in an steel-tight grasp, inquiring, “Why are you following me, kid?”

The kid gasped like he’d been shot as his knees collapsed beneath him, falling from her grip and to the ground. He rolled and gazed up at her with a mixture of shock and wonder as he breathed, “Batgirl.”

She glared down at him and demanded, “Answer my question before I call GCPD for you being out past curfew. Why. Are. You. Following. Me.”

He swallowed thickly before nodding rapidly. “Right. You see, I’ve been looking for you, Batgirl.”

“Yeah, I got that from the tailing. What I wanna know is, why?”

“I need to talk to you about Batman.”

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion at the mention of her father. “What’s a scrawny-ass kid like you, need to talk about Batman with me for?”

His mouth opened, then it snapped shut and he seemed to think on his answer for a moment. He looked at his hands and whispered, “It’s about your brother…Jason Todd.”

Hearing her deceased brother’s name knocked the air from her lungs and she barely managed to get the word ‘what?’ out without sucking in a breath.

He glanced up at her. “I know who you are Miss Way—”

(Y/N)’s hand shot out and she slapped it over his mouth before shaking her head. “Don’t say my name. You don’t know who’s listening.” He went silent as she removed her hand and held it out for him. “C’mon. If you know who I am then that means you know everyone’s identity.”

He nodded mutely and she clicked a button on her wrist; A few moments later, her bike pulled in front of the alley. “Get up. We need to go have a chat.” He took her hand, letting her haul him to his feet, and they walked over to the bike. (Y/N) climbed on before nodding to him. “Get on and hold on.” He followed her order, sitting in front of her, and she took off.

***

A few minutes later, they were stepping into one of the safe houses her dad set up around the city. She closed the door and flicked on the light, pulling the cowl off before gesturing to the table. “Sit.” He obeyed and she opened the refrigerator, pulling out two sodas. (Y/N) turned, taking the seat across from him and sliding his drink over. “Now. Who are you and how do you know about all this?”

He nodded and pulled out a giant book, placing it on the table. “My name is Timothy Jackson Drake, I’m thirteen, and I’ve been following the exploits of Batman, Batgirl, and Robin since I was two.”

(Y/N) cocked a brow at that. “Two’s a little young to be able to remember us.”

Tim looked at the book and nodded. “I know…but I have a photographic memory, and I remember the first time I saw Batman.”

“And that was?”

He paused and his voice quiet. “The night Dick Grayson’s parents were murdered.” (Y/N)’s eyes went wide, and he drew his eyes to hers. “I remember Dick swinging to the ground as his parents climbed the ladder. His mom went first, and his dad followed. Then…the rope snapped, and…they fell.”

Tim quieted considerably and she had to strain to hear him as he recounted, “I got scared, and I looked away. I couldn’t watch…then I heard the crash and Dick sobbing. And I saw you run down and hug him.” He met her gaze. “Then I saw this giant, dark shape falling towards you, and I thought it was going to hurt you two. But then I realized Batman wasn’t trying to hurt you…he was trying to help you both. And he went from being a monster…to becoming some great Dark Knight.”

Tim looked at her. “From them on, I’ve been having the same dream, over and over. I—”

(Y/N) raised a hand, stopping him. “When did you find out who we were?”

He nodded. “When I was nine, I was watching TV and I saw you and Dick, well, Robin and Batgirl. You—”

“Batgirl and Robin. In that order.” She pointed to herself with a face that could only be something akin to the ‘first-child-syndrome’. “I was first.”

A smile grew across Tim’s face and he nodded. “Right, Batgirl and Robin. Anyway, I saw you two on TV, and I watched Dick perform a quadruple somersault.” He grinned rather proudly of himself and declared, “I knew that somersault like I knew my own name. About six months later, Robin made his first appearance. And if Dick Grayson was Robin and Bruce Wayne’s ward, then Bruce Wayne was Batman, and you were Batgirl.” (Y/N) stared at Tim in shock, too stunned to even form words.

He shifted nervously under her gaze. “Um…Miss (Y/N)? Batgirl? Are you alright?”

(Y/N) blinked and shook her head as she muttered, “Holy shit, kid. What are you?”

“I—I’m sorry?”

She huffed a laugh and grinned at him. “You’ve got some damn good detective skills to have figured all that out.” Tim smiled sheepishly under the praise, then (Y/N) stood up from the table, stretching her arms over her head until she heard her joints pop, then she stared at him. “You got a place to sleep tonight?”

“I…no. Not at the moment.”

(Y/N) placed her hands on her hips and hummed. “And why’s that?”

“Well, in the course of looking for you, I’ve also been looking for Dick. But I can’t find him. He’s good at disappearing.”

She nodded and pointed to a room. “I know where Dick is. Go sleep in the guest room, and tomorrow we can go find him.”

As she walked past him, heading for her room, he questioned dubiously, “You’d do that for me?”

(Y/N) stopped and glanced over her shoulder. “Isn’t that what family does?”

Tim’s jaw went slack and he gaped at her as she stepped into her room and closed the door behind her.

Damian:

She shut the door behind her and locked it, though there really wasn’t any reason to considering the fact that no one could get into the manor, let alone across the front lawn without anyone inside knowing.

Hauling the bag up and over her shoulder, she found it odd that no one had greeted her yet and her oddity turned into unsettling when she didn’t hear anything.

She dropped her keys in the silver bowl on the side table and looked around the foyer. “Hello? Dad? Alfred? Timmy?” She stuck her head in the kitchen door. “Anyone home?”

There was no response and she hummed questioningly, knowing that on a Sunday, everyone was home relaxing. She made her way to the study and shifted the clock hands, watching as the entrance appeared, then she descended the steps into the cave. It was even quieter than usual, and she felt the hairs stand up on the back on her neck as she made her way to the Batcomputer.

She pushed a button on the keyboard, watching as the screen came to life and said, “Give me the most recent update.”

“Confirmation?” It replied.

“(Y/N) Wayne, Batgirl.”

The computer beeped for a moment. “(Y/N) Wayne. Batgirl. Access level high.” It paused. “Access granted. Welcome Batgirl.”

“Give me the most recent update.”

“Requested.” It processed the request then told her, “Talia al Ghul entered Gotham Bay approximately two days ago, leaving behind Damian al Ghul in Batman’s custody.”

Damian al Ghul? Who the hell is that? (Y/N) raised an eyebrow as she pushed another button. “Who is Damian al Ghul.”

“Damian al Ghul is the biological son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul. Conceived…month and day unknown…year was two-thousand-three.”

(Y/N) stared at the screen, not sure if she should feel shock that her dad had a second biological kid, or disgust that he slept with Talia to get one. All the sudden, her training kicked in and she felt someone behind her. She spun around, catching the blade of a sword coming at her. She looked down at a young child, no older than ten, glaring up at her. She’d seen pictures of her father when he was a child, and though he had Talia’s emerald green eyes and olive complexion, there was no mistaking the resemblance between him and her father.

Her eyes narrowed into slits as she shoved him away. “The hell are you doing?”

He raised the sword again and said, “Testing you.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms, her gaze curious. “For what purpose?”

He ran at her waving the sword. “To see if you are really father’s daughter.”

She chuckled at that and dodged each attempt to cut her. “Trust me short-stack, I’m Bruce Wayne’s kid.”

Her insult seemed to set him off and he swung the sword wildly. “I am not short!”

(Y/N) grunted as the blade grazed her arm, and she clenched her jaw. “Alright. I’m done entertaining you.”

She let him come to her, then she twisted, wrenching the sword from his grip before tossing it away and coming back around. She gripped him by the collar and used the momentum to slam him to the ground before pulling his arms behind him and putting her knee in his back.

It all happened within seconds, and he didn’t know how to respond other than to cry out in anger. “Let go!”

She pulled his arms tighter until he stopped squirming and she leaned down. “Take a chill pill, runt.” He still cried out in rage at the name, and she heard someone grunt a few feet from her.

“Let him up, (Y/N).”

She looked up to see her father and Alfred walking towards her. She obeyed, rolling away from the boy and to her feet. “I was wondering where you were.”

Bruce nodded to Damian, who was pulling himself off the floor in a rather heated fashion. “We were trying to find out where Damian had gone.”

(Y/N) eyed him for a moment before murmuring, “So, he really is your kid?”

Damian cut Bruce off, spitting, “Are you jealous?”

She looked at Damian and snorted. “Not even an ounce short-cake.” (Y/N) laughed at the way his face pinched in rage, and she turned to Bruce. “You just can’t help collecting them, can you?” He glared at her and she laughed, walking over and nudging him. “Smile a little, Scrooge. Your face will get stuck like that if you don’t.”

He sighed, and muttered, “I don’t know what to do with him.”

(Y/N) glanced at the boy who was picking up his sword. “Too angry?”

“Belligerent is more like it.”

She chuckled and patted his back. “Don’t worry. I’ve got him.”

“(Y/N) I don’t think—”

“Relax, dad. I handled Dick’s anger, didn’t I?”

“Damian’s got Dick beat by a longshot. I don’t think he knows any demeanor other than attack.”

(Y/N) waved as she walked towards Damian. “No one’s able to beat Dick’s anger. No one in a million years could reach the level of pissed off Dick Grayson stays at.” Bruce grinned as he watched (Y/N) take the sword and move Damian towards the stairs. “C’mon pint-sized. We’re going to explore Gotham.”

“I do not want to go.” He retorted, pulling away from her.

She grasped the back of his neck like a puppy and held him firmly as they walked and she quipped, “I don’t really give a fuck whether you want to or not. You’ve been raised by homicidal psychopaths since you were born.” She looked down at him. “You need to see the real world.”

“My grandfather and mother aren’t psychopaths!”

“Oh really? So killing people for money or because honor demands it, isn’t psychopathic traits? What about when Ra’s kills people because they disrespect him?”

“That is different!”

“I mean you don’t see me poppin’ caps in people’s asses when they call me a whore, do you?”

Bruce watched the two of them climb the stairs, arguing, and he sighed, sensing Alfred walk next to him.

“Almost reminds you of Master Dick and Miss (Y/N), doesn’t it Master Bruce?”

He looked at Alfred, then smiled and nodded. “In every way, shape, and form.”

Alfred smiled. “It is such a good thing that Miss (Y/N) is the oldest. The boys have needed her.”

“She’s their protector.”

Alfred paused, resting a hand on his shoulder; Bruce met his gaze and saw such a solemnity in them as he said, “She is everyone’s protector, Master Bruce. Even yours.” Alfred walked away, then Bruce turned and looked at the photo resting on the desk. It was the first photo he and (Y/N) had taken in their suits.

He smiled at it and nodded. “That she is.”

#batfamily x reader #batfamily x reader imagines #batfamily x reader imagine #batfamily imagines #batfamily imagine #batsis x batfam #batsis x batfamily #batsis imagines #batsis imagine #batsis x batfamily imagines #batsis x batfamily imagine #batfamily #batsis #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin #alfred pennyworth #dc comics #dc #dc imagines #dc imagine

[bbyheedeungie]

Tales of the ring | Orphan! Jay AU Part 1

Pairings: Jay x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, age gap (4 years)

Warnings: suggestive content, messy timeline

Synopsis: You've spent most of your lives together at a Catholic orphanage in a small town, with Jay being left there as an infant and you volunteering there since you were thirteen years old. Now twenty-three, every child in the orphanage looks up to you as their older sister. Well, except for that one stubborn kid named Jay.

You always tend to his cuts and bruises when he fell down after climbing on trees with his friends, but not after a long hour of bickering.

"Stop climbing trees if you're just gonna fall down!" You scold 9-year old Jay as you rummaged through the first aid kit.

"Just shut up and fix me up, woman." He demands, his arms crossed over his chest. You sigh.

"I'm just worried about you, okay? You could've broken a bone or something!" You reasoned with him. His eyes turns into slits, glaring at you.

"Are you calling me a wimp?" He challenges. Though it never crossed your mind, the thought of calling him a wimp was indeed amusing. You tried to suppress your laughter but it came out as a snort.

"Hey, I'm not a wimp. Drop it." Jay says, almost coming out as a whine. You nod, trying to calm yourself down from wanting to laugh. Cause you know Jay's going to end you if he even hears anything close to a giggle come out from your lips.

_

"Still as wimpy as ever, huh?" You teased him as you disinfected his wounded knees. He was sitting on the couch with you kneeled infront of him, and 16 year old Jay just can't seem to take his eyes off you.

Your lower lip is caught in between your teeth as you concentrated on his cuts, and Jay licks his own lips unconsciously.

At 20 years old, you have grown to be quite a lady, Jay notes. Beautiful, luscious hair that complimented the perfect features of your face, your body slightly plump in some places which gave you that womanly figure, dainty and gentle hands that cared for his wounds, any man would think of you as wife material. And Jay couldn't help but huff in annoyance at the thought of other men wanting you for themselves.

"And you're still as annoying as ever." He mutters before he pinched your cheeks hard, making you yelp in pain and involuntarily putting pressure on the cotton ball you were dipping onto his wound. Soon after, you were both crying from pain.

"How could you." He said in betrayal, clutching his wounded knee.

You always chased after him around the orphanage when he had a fever to make him take his medicine when he refused to drink them, dragging him by the back of his shirt to his room to make him rest.

"You can't just pull a stunt like that when I'm fixing up your cuts you dummy." You glared at him, massaging your reddened cheek.

_

"I don't want to stay in bed, woman. I wanna play outside!" 11-year old Jay huffs in annoyance, kicking off the blanket you've just placed on his body. You sighed and placed it back on him.

"Bold of you to call me a woman after I've just wrestled you at the lobby earlier." 15-year old you chuckled, remembering what you had to go through to make him go back to his room.

"Don't remind me, you were like a freaking hippo back there! Geez." Jay scrunches his nose and turns his back to you.

_

"You insufferable woman." He mutters as you tuck him into his bed. 18-year old Jay was just as irritable as ever, but only when it came to you.

"Yeah yeah." You rolled your eyes at him dismissively as you placed a cold compress to his forehead. He's such a big baby.

"Stop being a jerk for once and learn to take care of yourself, will you?" You scold him, leaning in to fix the position of his pillow. Jay's heartbeat goes nuts, with your body so close above him. He could just grab you by the waist then and there and hold you tight. Your feminine scent was so alluring, filling up his senses, your skin translucent in the moonlight shining through the windows and he even caught a glimpse of your cleavage through your thin, white dress shirt.

Shit, shit, shit. He thinks, fisting his blanket tightly. His cheeks glowed crimson red, but thankfully you thought it was just because of the fever.

_

Rest assured, Jay wasn't all that bad as others make him out to be, and you strongly believe this. You remember that one night, it was your fourteenth birthday but you didn't bother telling anyone. You didn't want to burden the sisters, and your family didn't care much about it either. But Jay did. He cared, and he remembered.

You sat on the roof, your secret hiding place, as you admired the starry sky. But it's not really a secret when Jay knows about it. The ten year old boy climbed up, grunting as he struggled keeping his balance. You flinched at the sound and panicked, but it immediately died down when you saw it was just him. He quietly sat beside you.

Silence took over as you sighed in content, taking in the peaceful evening.

"Happy birthday." Jay said, almost a whisper. Your head turns to him and he immediately looks the other way, refusing to meet your eyes.

"Thank you, Jay." You said in gratitude, not bothering to hide your smile. He still refused to look your way as he held out his fist.

"What is it?" You asked in confusion, furrowing your eyebrows at his closed hand. He sighs, taking your hand in his as he placed something cold and hard on your palm.

"It's for you." He says. You gasped, taking in the shiny object encrusted with tiny jewels that glinted in the moonlight.

"Jay, where did you get this?" You ask him, bewildered.

"The sisters said they found that ring in my pocket when they found me outside the door of the orphanage the night that they took me in. It's my most precious possession. In fact, it's my only possession." He says, laughing lightly as he looked up at the sky.

"Must be an heirloom, maybe you came from a wealthy family! Jay, I can't accept this. This is important to you!" You exclaimed, holding the ring back to him.

You're important to me. He thinks.

"Maybe, but they've left me here haven't they?" He simply shrugs.

"But why give it to me?" You asked, holding the ring close to your chest. Jay rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue.

"Hey, no more questions. I gave it to you as a birthday gift, so you better treasure it. Good night." He says and prepares to climb down, leaving you dumbfounded.

_

At nineteen, Jay was the oldest at the orphanage. He never got adopted, and younger kids would pick on him because of it.

"You never got adopted because your a weirdo."

"They can probably sense that you're useless."

But Jay being Jay, he'd beat them up everytime just because their faces annoy him. And you'd be the one to ask for forgiveness for his sake everytime he got in trouble. You knew him well enough to know that although he'd never admit it out loud, seeing other kids like Jungwon and Sunoo get adopted while he gets left behind hurt him more than it should.

"I'm very sorry for Jay's actions, please don't send him away." You begged to the Mother Superior's feet, and Jay couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Not of you, but of himself for having you go through all this for him.

"Noona, please you don't have to do this." He tells you softly, for once as he tries pulling you up to your feet but you just won't budge.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I know you have grown quite close to Jay for the past ten years. But he is now of legal age he can't just keep hurting minors." The mother superior, which is the head of the orphanage states.

"Jay promises he won't do it again, please." You continue to plead, at this point you were so close at kissing the sister's feet if that'll make them forgive Jay.

"What, when did I promised—." He says and you signal him to shut up. The sisters sigh, and decide to just punish Jay by making him work at the farm for a month. You thank them over and over, tears welling in your eyes.

"Y/N, may I have a word with you. Jay, you may retire to your room." The mother superior instructs. Jay looks at you hesitantly, before leaving.

"Have a seat." She commands you, and you oblige.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about?" You asked.

"Listen, dear. You're now twenty-three years old, you are at your ripest age of getting married. Not only that, but you're also one of the most beautiful maidens of this town. You can't spend your life at this orphanage forever. Won't you consider settling down soon?" She suggests, and you felt a lump in your throat, your heart feeling unease.

"That's alright, Mother Superior. I'm only twenty-three, I still have a lot to figure out in my life. When a man does take interest in me, I'll decide then." You assure her, and stand up to leave.

The next days, you'd wake up early to prepare breakfast for the kids and for Jay before he heads off to the farm. Jay being the stubborn boy he is, refuses to sit down and have breakfast and so on most days, you'd chase after him to bring him his breakfast and lunch box. He'd purposely walk faster, ignoring your shouts. A smirk never leaving his face.

"Jay! Jay! Wait!" You yelled, chasing your breath as you continued to run after him. But your quick steps were no match for his long strides.

"Jay you freaking dimwit! Haaaaalt!" You yell at the top of your lungs with all your might, and he finally stops in his tracks, turning to look at you.

"Oh, you've been calling for me? Did you need something?" He asks, feigning ignorance that you've been shouting his name for a good fifteen minutes. You huff, stomping towards him angrily. His face smug the whole time.

Others would think you're ready to punch him in the face, but instead you would take his hand and place his boxed meal there. You sigh.

"Take care of yourself, okay? And finish everything I packed for you." You say. Jay simply rolls his eyes and waves a hand at you dismissively.

"Yeah yeah, just don't go missing me too much." He teases, suppressing a smile. You scoffed, punching his shoulder lightly.

"Damn right, I wont." You stuck your tongue at him before waving him goodbye, running back to the orphanage.

As you walked back, you notice a fancy carriage parked in front of the orphanage. Many people were gathered around, gossiping.

"The crown prince has selected candidates to be his wife."

"Now that the queen has passed away, the prince must choose his bride in order to ascend to the throne."

"Oh what a lucky girl she must be."

You slip through the crowd of people, successfully making your way inside.

"Oh here she is now." Mother Superior introduces you to the men in fancy clothing, and you stood their dumbfounded.

"She is a beauty indeed." The men agreed to themselves.

"What exactly is happening?" You whisper to the Mother Superior.

"They came here for you, my child. You have been selected by the prince to become a candidate of being his wife. I've already had your suitcases ready, they will take you to the palace now. And don't worry, I've already informed your parents and they are more than happy and wished you the best."

Everything was happening so fast, it's like everything's been decided for you. And amidst the chaos in your mind, you could only think of one person. Jay.

"What about Jay, I haven't said goodbye—" You pleaded to the old woman to let you see Jay one last time but the footmen has announced your departure to the palace. You choked on your tears as pain burned through your chest, clutching Jay's ring to your chest as you were brought further and further away from the place you called home all your life.

Jay plowed the soil over and over, sweat trickling down his neck and forehead. The sun is high and the heat is a pretty tough companion.

"Jay! Jay!" Jay's friend, Sunghoon called his name, sprinting towards him as if his life depended on it. Sunghoon was one of the orphan kids who got adopted recently, whose home was only a few blocks away from the orphanage. Jay halted his work, placing the tool beside him.

"Haven't seen you in a while, what brings you here?" He raises his eyebrow. Sunghoon holds onto his knees as he catches his breath, before uttering words that shattered Jay's heart into pieces.

"No, it can't be." He refuses to believe it, shaking his head aggressively as tears welled in his eyes. It felt as if he was pierced so deeply in the chest with a dagger, so agonizingly painful.

"It is true, they took Y/N to the palace to become the prince's bride. It's been the talk of the town all morning." Sunghoon is sad for his friend, knowing his feelings for her all along.

"No! Y/N wouldn't do that, she wouldn't leave just like that. No." Jay cried and ran his way back to the orphanage, leaving his belongings behind.

He enters the orphanage, screaming for your name.

"Noona? Noona! I'm here, I'm here now. Noona? Where are you?" He kept on calling for you, his voice breaking as tears blurred his vision. The sisters tried to calm him down but he shoved their hands away from him.

"No! It can't be, she couldn't have left. Please tell me she didn't leave, please." Jay crumbled as he called your name over and over in agony. He begged for everything to be just some sick joke, a prank you planned to get back at him for always being so mean to you.

"Y/N." He choked out before everything spiraled infront of him and went black.

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen au #kpop imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smut #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #enhypen jay #enhypen jay park #enhypen jay fluff #enhypen jay angst #enhypen jay smut #enhypen jay au #enhypen jay imagine #park jeongseong

[kkyaka]

Heart Stickers

Summary: Your daughter helps her dad love his imperfections

Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x black!fem!reader

Warnings: dad!deku, hurt/comfort sort of, deku bein insecure, just pure fluff basically

Word Count: 1275

A/N: Repost, and @anubai​ here you go hehe

The scars have always been something that's bothered him, no matter how many times he's tried to divert his thoughts. They always come back to them. There's been multiple times where he doesn't even dare look in the mirror after he gets out of the shower or when he's changing.

But some days are easier than others. He always tells you that meeting you was one of the greatest days of his life, and he swears up and down that it's true. He was really good at hiding how he felt about his body, but when you moved in together, it proved a little bit more difficult to keep it under wraps.

The first time you helped him combat those negative thoughts that had been plaguing his mind, a few tears slipped out. This was probably the first time someone had really held him, your voice was full of nothing but love. He couldn't help it.

Even after he asked you to marry him, the habits you picked up never wavered. The constant kisses to his hands, or how your hand never left his. The soft kisses on his back whenever he woke up in the morning, or whenever he was standing somewhere in the house shirtless.

The love you had for him transpired in different ways and he couldn't be more grateful that he had someone that could always stop him from falling down that dark hole.

And when your daughter came along, the last thing Izuku was thinking about was what he looked like. The only thing he was thinking about was how much he loved her and you, and how he finally had a family to call his own.

But then he got a new scar.

It was a huge fight that he had got into, and he only came out with a nasty gash on his side, luckily it wasn't that deep. He had got it cleaned up and was sent home, his job done and successful, and he was happy that he didn't have to worry you or his daughter any longer.

You weren't crying, he could tell you wanted to, but your daughter was balling her eyes out, scared that something really bad had happened to him. He picked her up and spent the rest of the night reassuring her that he was okay until she finally fell asleep in his arms.

The scar came about a week later, and Izuku was probably at the lowest point he had been in a long time. It was the only thing he could look at, the only thing he could focus on. And he tried, he really did, but he didn't know what else to do.

He jumps when he feels your arms wrap around his waist, and he's quick to put on a fake smile like he's trying to tell you that he wasn't doing what you know he was doing. He flinches softly when you run your fingers over the scar gently, and you look at him.

"Kaiya wants to show you something," you tell him, and you're already pulling him out of your shared room and into your daughter's room. When you walk in, she's on the floor coloring. "I brought your dad," you speak up, sitting down on her bed and resting your back against the wall, your feet nearly hanging off the edge.

She jumps up excitedly, pushing Izuku towards her bed. "Okay, okay, you have to sit down," she orders, and he chuckles softly before fitting his way in-between your legs, his legs hanging off the bed as you wrap your arms loosely around him, his back resting on your chest.

"What did you wanna show me, baby?" he asks, and she waves him off as she goes back to the papers scattered across her floor.

"Hold on, Daddy, you have to be patient," she scolds, making the both of you laugh softly. She gathers some sheets of paper in her hands before prancing over to her bed, climbing on top of Deku, handing you the extra sheets she doesn't need yet.

She holds the first one out, the paper showing a giant heart that she drew. "That's beautiful, babygirl," he starts, and then she pulls it away.

"It's a sticker," she adds loudly before peeling it off. She takes the heart, placing it over the newest scar that adorns his body, and he freezes for a beat before smiling at her. "What's this for?" he asks as she takes another sheet from you.

"I put this heart on things I think are pretty," she tells him almost absentmindedly as she takes the next sticker off, and you watch your husband's eyes widen slightly making you smile widely.

She has a smaller sticker this time, and she plants a kiss on the small scar on his cheek before carefully putting the sticker over it. He's practically speechless, just watching Kaiya put stickers all over the scars on his body. "You think I'm pretty?" Deku asks softly, and she has the biggest smile on her face as she nods.

"Of course I think you're pretty, Daddy," she answers like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you huff fondly, your eyebrows raising when you hear him sniffle. You lean down slightly, seeing tears brimming his eyes, trying his hardest not to let them fall.

Your daughter frowns when she sees them, moving closer so that she can cup his face. "What's wrong?" she questions, her voice going soft, and he chuckles as he grabs her tiny hands gently as he shakes his head.

"Nothing, baby, I'm okay. I promise." She's smiling again, and then she's quickly going back to the stickers, and about ten minutes later, his whole upper body is covered in heart stickers.

"Now you're perfect," she comments. "And now every time you don't feel pretty, these stickers remind you that you are."

And this time, he can't stop the tears before they fall, and he's quick to wipe them away. "Do you feel better?" she asks cautiously, and he nods quickly.

"Yes, I do. Thank you." She jumps forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, and he wraps his arms around her, rubbing her back.

"I love you, Daddy," she says into his neck, and he sniffles softly.

"I love you, too, babygirl. Thank you so much." She pulls away, her smile almost wider than her face.

"You're welcome," she responds proudly before turning to you. "I think it worked, Mommy," she whispers but Deku hears her anyway, making the both of you laugh.

"I think it did, baby, good job." She's beside herself with joy, giving both of you a big hug before she climbs off of Izuku, going back to coloring on the floor, and Izuku turns to you which makes you laugh because a decent portion of his face is covered in stickers.

"Did you put her up to this?" he asks, and you shrug.

"She said she noticed you were sad, and she wanted to make you feel better so I helped her out," you admit. "You do look really pretty though," you add, smoothing your finger over the one on his cheek.

He smiles widely, letting his head fall back onto you before he sighs. "Thank you," he tells you honestly, a little bit worried that he might start crying again.

You lean down, pressing your lips to his softly before you pull away and rest your forehead against his. "Of course, Izuku."

And if he ever feels this way in the future, his daughter has a plethora of heart stickers to last him a lifetime.

#midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x black!reader #midoriya izuku x black!reader #izuku fluff #deku fluff #midoriya izuku fluff #izuku midoriya fluff #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #mha #bnha

[tartagilicious]

what they would do if they caught you crying ❄️ // xiao, kazuha, + diluc (established relationships version <3) cw: injuries

XIAO:

- all of the time, i see people frame xiao as this emotionally clueless person, but personally, i just don’t think that stereotype is true — even with his habit of being alone, he reads people. he has life experience. you might be a little more in trouble if you ask him for something like comfort, but, not understanding.

- of course, his brooding appearance doesn’t really elude to this at all. so, it’s understandable as to why you avoid him when you come back to wangshu inn one day, beaten and bruised beyond even your normal level

- you think it’ll only lead to an awkward conversation, when in reality, xiao can actually be quite helpful! i can see him being a ‘listen and help’ now and ‘ask questions’ later kind of person. it tends to be adorable to see how concerned he can actually get over you.

- tears are another question altogether, too. definitely something that deserves his attention, even if you try convincing him you’re alright.

-----

you let out a resigned pant as you shut the door behind you, at last back in your room at wangshu inn once again. or, at the very least, you hope it’s your room — your vision had gone blurry around halfway your trek up the stairs.

unsteady legs take you to the bathroom. you’re relieved to recognise the throwaway products you bring with you on your travels sitting on the sink. in your haze, you knock the foremost bottles to the floor as you stagger to open the cabinet below it, yet when you reach down for the first aid kid, you find yourself stuck.

something inside you breaks at that moment — whether exhaustion or pain had pushed you, there is a single moment wherein you feel nothing but every imperfection on your body. every cut stings, ever bruise tingles, each scrape and sore bone screams to you at once, calling tears to your eyes.

in the back corner of your mind, you think to imagine yourself: half bent in front of the counter, the arm that isn’t supporting you weak at your side. and, of course, the fat tears that run from your red-rimmed eyes, landing amongst the threads of the mat beneath your feet.

somewhere nearby, you hear hinges creak open. an alarmed whisper reaches you ear as someone helps you to the ground, moving your hair from your eyes. there’s a moment of tangible silence that passes between you as your gazes lock. his expression is unreadable as gentle fingers ghost over the bruise on your temple, each bloody imperfection blanketed under his concerned golden eyes.

the world swims around you, extremely unwelcoming in the way it envelops your body in sludge. regardless, you find yourself saying his name. mumbling it, you grasp his arm.

“xiao.” a pained breath leaves your lips as you shut your eyes. “it hurts."

your lips twist as another sob is torn from your throat.

he shushes you gently, a gloved finger coming up to catch the tears that fall over your cheeks. the words that leave his mouth are slightly stiff, as if being read from a script, but the worry in his voice is incessant. it drips into you from every word he speaks, in each kiss that is placed wantonly on your skin.

in every tear he wipes away, there is a silent promise to catch the next one, and the one after that, until he can finally help your pain to subside. he wants nothing more than to see you drifting off to sleep, each wound covered and treated. and no matter how long that takes, he will always be there to wipe your tears.

-----

KAZUHA:

- he himself is vulnerable to his own emotions, what with being subjected to nature, but also the contents of his past. he’s average in that regard — but, i imagine kazuha as being pretty empathetic.

- he knows how to comfort you and does so effortlessly, even if he may be panicking inside. of course, he hates seeing you cry, it’s only expectable for him to know how to comfort you, even if he may not know exactly what’s wrong

- we all have those days. he understands that. so, when you try to hide your sadness from him he will not ever berate you for it, nor will he take it personally. he will only make sure he’s there to help you through it.

-----

you know you’ve spent too much time away when you hear a knock on the bathroom door — three lone taps at the wood, kazuha’s silent and heartfelt signal to you. for a moment, you think to pretend you aren’t there, but he’d seen you enter. there’s no escaping it.

it may be a futile action, but you stand to see your reflection in the mirror anyway. with your eyes slightly swollen and cheeks still damp, all you can do is wipe any tears away and pray that kazuha chooses not to say anything.

slowly, you creak the door open, popping your head out from the crack.

“are you alright in th—“ he pauses. kazuha’s eyes take in your face with more ardor than usual, laced with a familiar unease that sinks to the pit of your stomach. of course, there’s no fooling him.

he puts a hand on the door, as if to gently manoeuvre his way into the bathroom with you — but instead, it rests next to yours, patient as he asks,

“did something happen?"

kazuha’s voice is a perfect melody, composed of the softest winds and crafted from the anemo archon's most beloved songs. it’s that same voice that reaches out to you in this moment, patiently beckoning for something greater than pain, something more atuned to the romantics he pursues. simply, he seeks to be the reason your sadness ceases.

“no, no—“ you try assuring him, a quick laugh leaving your mouth. but, even you are aware of the way you avoid his eyes. “nothing’s happening, it’s alright."

his gaze narrow slightly.

“come on.” kazuha’s hand slides down to take yours, and together, you back into the bathroom. the weight of his hand in yours is far from unfamiliar, but as he shuts the door once again, you have the sudden urge to pull away.

kazuha is not someone you are uncomfortable with, but the level of intimacy between the two of you has nothing to do with wanting to hide your weakest moments. for the first few minutes, you perceive the situation awkwardly. you don’t know quite where to look or what to say, even as tears begin to fill your eyes again.

“please,” he at last whispers to you, head bent down slightly to reach you at eye level. “tell me the reason for your tears."

your lips morph into a gradual frown before you meet his gaze.

damn him. i couldn't refuse.

you throw your arms around his neck, a quiet whine escaping your mouth as he catches you dutifully. kazuha’s hands are warm on your back as he holds you with care, handling you not as something that is broken, but something he’d do anything to keep together.

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DILUC:

- sputtering, awkward, foolish — these words can all be used to describe diluc when he’s crushing on someone. you’re definitely not exempted from that either lolol

- his care for you is obvious in the way his cheeks flush when kaeya teases him about you, or the look he gets in his eye when you’re talking to him about something you love. the ways he loves are also ever-present in the way he comforts you.

- he may not look it, but he treats emotions well. in even your most extreme cases, your sadness is his own

-----

he is the first to notice when you dip into the back of angel’s share, giving your blessings to one of your regular patrons with more speed than usual. while the hour does chime high, you normally work alongside him until the last customer leaves the building. your unfaltering persona can be excused with a bad day. but, to just take off so suddenly, it strikes him in the wrong way.

diluc's distress may very well be visible in the way customers began to limit their interactions with him, but he doesn’t mind. if anything, it gives his mind time to wander to you. at first, he resolves to wait for your return, but that hopeful process is crushed when ten minutes pass and you remain missing.

his eyes wander down the bar, briefly going over each of the faces seated. either tipsy or engrossed in conversation, diluc takes the opportunity to nudge charles — a silent warning as he goes off after you.

for a moment as he walks, he thinks of the concern that weighs heavy in his chest. the same concern had always previously been reserved for things such as his business, or the safety of mondstadt. but to feel the same emotion because of another is a completely different sensation. it’s in his nose, in the way he can’t quite figure out where to place his arms as he moves. it’s stifling in the way that nothing else can be, like breathing in hot air on a summer day.

when he reaches you, he opens the door carefully as not to disturb you. a distinct shyness bubbles in his chest at the thought of catching you doing something you shouldn’t be, but when he opens the door, all he sees is you standing there.

your back is to him, body completely still all for the slight way your shoulders shake.

he calls out your name.

you startle easily, arms suddenly moving up to cover your face. diluc’s stomach drops as he approaches you, stopping next to you in front of the counter you lean into. no words are exchanged for a few moments as you continue to cry despite your hands, tears slipping out from beneath your gentle touch and onto the wood below.

diluc places a heavy hand atop your head.

in reality, there’s just not that much more he will allow himself to do — he doesn’t trust himself to say the right thing, or to be the person you need to pull you back from the darkness. there are too many things hat must be plaguing you in this moment for such a thing to happen, and his chest constricts at the thought. in some way, you must be stumbling on your last legs, painfully aware of every nerve and tiny cut on your body; that much is evident in even just the slight shake of your shoulders.

but unbeknownst to him, every instant he stands by you is time you have to heal. over time, you begin to recognise the feel of the cold air biting at your skin, and the contrast of his warm hand over your head. there is nothing you need him to say, nothing you need him to do, he himself is all you will ever need.

#i feel like my writing is so cheesy lately LMAO #anyways kazuha pls i can cook and clean #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact xiao #gi xiao #genshin impact kazuha #gi kazuha #genshin impact diluc #gi diluc

[beautiful-and-terrible]

little things

Rating: Gen

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, SoftBoi!Rodrick, Insecure!Reader

Ship: Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Warnings: Body Image, Eating Disorders / Body Dysmorphia, Insecurity 

A/N: this is. SO shmoopy and cheesy lmaoooo but this was an anon request and i live to please :) enjoy!

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You dragged yourself through your front door, kicking off your shoes in the foyer. The house was dark - your parents were probably asleep already.

You had just spent the day with Rodrick at Six Flags, and you were exhausted from spending all day in the hot sun, running around with your boyfriend like children. You smiled to yourself thinking about the events of the day, the thrill of the rollercoasters you went on.

You clutched the teddy bear Rodrick had won you close to your chest as you slowly ascended the stairs, trying not to make too much noise.

You entered your room and tenderly placed the bear on the bed, giving it a little kiss on the head as you did so before starting your night routine. Change into pajamas, brush teeth, wash face. As you were putting on your final face cream, your phone vibrated on the bathroom counter. You knew who it was from the specific rhythm of the vibration - two short bursts, like a heartbeat.

Rodrick had sent pictures of you two from today - a lot of selfies, but also a couple of far away shots that Rodrick had harassed people into taking for you. People rarely were able to say no to Rodrick once he had gotten an idea into his head - even if that idea was wrapping himself around a street lamp like a stripper for a good picture.

You finally, blissfully laid down in bed, letting out a giant groan as you cracked your back. You browsed the photos, feeling your heart-rate pick up as you gazed at Rodrick in the pictures. He looked so cute today - he had been wearing cut off black jeans, black high-top vans, and a loose button down Hawaiian shirt, half-way unbuttoned to show off his tanned chest and the multiple layers of silver necklaces he was wearing. His nails were painted black, but his eyes were free of makeup, simply accented by his naturally long eye-lashes and the smile-lines around his eyes.

After admiring Rodrick, you turned your gaze to yourself in the pictures. You felt your heart sink into your stomach. When you had left the house this morning, you had felt pretty confident in your outfit - just ripped jean shorts and a crop-top with converse. But as you looked closer, you couldn’t stop thinking about how unsatisfied you felt with the way you looked in the pictures.

As you continued to scroll through, the more faults you found in your appearance. Your thighs being squeezed by your shorts, which didn’t feel too tight but apparently were not as flattering as you thought. In one picture, you were sitting down on a bench, your legs over Rodrick’s lap, but you couldn’t stop staring at the roll of your stomach that came over the waistband of your shorts. You felt tears pricking your eyes, but you stubbornly refused to cry. You spent a long time trying to feel confident in yourself - you weren’t going to let that hard work be ruined by a few unflattering photos.

However, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way your body looked in those pictures. You got up to stand in front of your full length mirror, looking at the reflection critically. You were craning your neck to look at your butt when you heard a soft tap-tap-tap at the window. You jumped about 2 feet in the air before you realized it was just Rodrick, grinning from outside the window and placing a wet kiss on the glass, making you laugh. He made a grossed-out expression when he realized the glass was not as clean as he thought it was, wiping his tongue on the back of his hand.

“I swear to God, you’re like a toddler. Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to lick random surfaces?” you asked as you opened the window to let him in. He folded himself gracefully through the window, all long limbs and messy hair. You felt both comforted and electrified in his presence.

“Since when have I ever listened to any authority figure?” Rodrick asked, grinning wolfishly and leaning down to kiss you softly, juxtaposing his rebellious tone. For someone with such a seemingly hard exterior, Rodrick was always very gentle and sweet with you. It was one of the things you loved most about him - he seemed to hate everyone but you. It made you feel special and appreciated. 

As he pulled back from the kiss, he frowned, stroking his thumb over your cheek. “Have you been crying? Your eyes are red,” he said, making a pouty face. You shrugged, turning away and shaking your head.

“No, just allergies probably.”

Rodrick scoffed, “Sure, allergies. You’re a bad liar, you know that?”

You refused to look at him, instead going to your record player and flipping through the vinyls you had stacked in a black milk-crate. “I’m not a bad liar,” you said half-heartedly, not really able to come up with any other excuse.

“You totally are, you avoided eye contact and everything. Seriously, what's wrong? Do you not like the bear?” Rodrick asked. You felt his arms wrap around your waist, his chest pressed against your back, his nose tucked into the crook of your neck. You felt yourself smile despite your bad mood.

“No, I love the bear. I named him Sasha Bear-on Cohen. Get it?” you said, turning your head to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Ahh, a-very nice,” Rodrick replied in his best Borat impression. You giggled. He gave you a squeeze, hands warm on your waist, but the sensation made you self-conscious about your body again, and you wiggled away. You couldn’t understand how Rodrick could bear to touch you. You had no idea why he was attracted to you in the first place. It made tears spring to your eyes again, and you sniffled.

“Y/n”, Rodrick said softly, looking genuinely concerned. “I know you. You don’t get sad for no reason - unless you’re on your period, or you start thinking too much about the Mars Curiosity Rover.”

You sighed, but you knew he had a point. It took you a minute to get your thoughts into words before you spoke.

“I just... I know its silly. But those pictures - you look like a Hot Topic wet dream and I look... I don’t know. I just don’t like the way I look. And most of the time I don’t let it bother me - at least, I try - but I hate having my picture taken because whenever I see them, all I can see is the things I hate about myself. So. Yeah.”

You feel the tears making steady rivers down your cheeks, and your voice shakes as you speak. Rodrick listens attentively, sitting on the foot of your bed. He pats the space next to him, and you sit down. His hand rests on your leg - not constraining you or placating you with a hug, just letting you know he’s there.

“Y/n, I don’t know how to tell you this without sounding like a giant cheese-ball, but... holy fuck. You are so beautiful. I - every time I look at you all I can think is goddamn, I can’t believe she’s into a loser like me. And don’t argue, it’s just a fact,” he says quickly as you try to defend him from his own self-deprecation. 

“I’m not good with words... I’m more of a man of action, y’know?” he says, raising his eyebrows suggestively. You smack him on the arm, but his silly expression still makes you smile.

“But, I can still tell you - and don’t repeat this to anyone ever because I’ll never live it down - you give me butterflies. Every time. No matter if you’re in pajamas or a ballgown. You make me feel like a stack of pancakes with warm butter and syrup,” he pauses as you laugh, his warm brown eyes gazing into yours. “Just... I don’t even know what I’m saying at this point. You make my bones feel funny. That’s how beautiful you are.”

Rodrick finally wraps his arms around you. You let yourself be folded into the embrace, feeling content and more than a little overwhelmed by his confession.

“Thank you,” you murmur, unable to find any other words at the moment. You want to say all of that back to him, ten-fold. You want to tell him he makes you feel like flashing concert lights and Fourth of July fireworks. But your mouth can’t make the words, so you just wrap your arms around him tighter.

“Do you want me to spend the night?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your temple. You simply nod, already moving up the bed and pulling back the covers as Rodrick goes to turn out the lights.

In the dark of the room, only illuminated by the street-lamp outside your house, Rodrick looks very alien - all long lines and lean angles. It makes your heart-rate kick up again, and you feel a blush form on your cheeks. It’s not as though this is the first time you’ve slept in the same bed, or even been intimate, but this feels... different. 

Rodrick tucks himself in next to you on your bed - it’s a queen size, so it fits both of you well enough that you could sleep together not touching if you wanted to. But Rodrick is a big cuddler at heart, even if he would deny it to his grave. He wraps his arms around your waist as you lay your head on his chest, already being lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

You feel like it’s important to tell him before you both lose the tenderness of the moment, so you finally open your mouth to speak.

“I’m so lucky. I know you think you’re... a loser, or whatever but, Rodrick. You aren’t. You are so beyond cool, and brave, and courageous. Thinking about you makes my head spin. And whenever I see you... I’m home.” You trail off, feeling awkward, but Rodrick simply tightens his arms around you, stroking your back with his fingers.

“If I knew we were getting this sentimental I wouldn’t have brought lube... and maybe a few tissues,” he snickers, and you pinch his nipple, causing him to squeal.

“Jerk.”

“Bitch,” he teases back, and you sigh softly, feeling your body and mind relax. You had almost completely forgotten about the pictures - and at this point, you didn’t really care. The pictures didn’t speak. The only voice telling you that you weren’t beautiful was the one inside your head, and it could definitely be a bitch sometimes.

You could’ve imagined it, but as your brain was finally shutting down, you could’ve sworn you heard Rodrick start to sing, “you are my sunshine... my only sunshine...”

“you make me happy... when skies are gray...”

“you’ll never know, dear, how much i love you...”

“please don’t take my sunshine away...”

#devon bostick #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley fanfiction #rodrick heffley fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #comfort fanfiction #comfort fanfic #hurt fanfiction #hurt fanfic #hurt/comfort fanfic #Diary of a Wimpy Kid

[ncitygirls]

dance - jeno x f reader

fluff, smut, 2.1k

jeno knows it’s bad, but he can’t help but reminisce on how this all began. he likes to torture himself by reliving the first night over and over. it always starts with the drunken taunts from his teammates, sullied further by his dismissal. ‘no way,’ he’d said. ‘i can’t go there.’ he remembers seeing your roommates hyping you up, followed closely by your misguided steps. even after his earlier reluctance, he still regrets not beating you to the jump, his friends’ clearing their throats, trying to act natural as you approached their booth.

he hated the setting: a grotty sports bar a town over from his college campus. it sold stale, cheap beer, triple vodka sours and served well past three am. this may not sound like the typical start to a love story, but it was a start all the same.

‘do you wanna dance?’ you asked in a painfully small voice, your emboldened strut paling in complete contrast to your timid yet gleaming gaze. jeno still can’t say where he found the courage to agree, but agree he did, nodding behind his beer before following you up to the sticky floor. somewhere along the way you had taken his hand in yours, in fear of losing him in the sea of sweaty bodies. in the musty wave of noughties hits with tacky modern spins, jeno managed to lose himself anyway. he hadn’t a clue where to put his hands, his eyes searching yours as you giggled up at him, cooing at his bewilderment.

so you led. placing his hand on your exposed waist, your top riding up as it hugged the skin beneath your rib. he felt you shiver under his touch, his fingers clenching minutely at the feeling. ‘is this okay?’ he’d yelled, though it came through as more of a whisper under the music. you didn’t respond, instead reaching for his other hand, squeezing it over the denim on your hip. jeno was spinning. not from dancing, and not from the amount he’d drank. he knew it wasn’t down to that, nor the dizzying motion of the lights, the thickness of the air or the pounding of the music. jeno knew it was you. your chest pressed flush to his, your eyes boring into his. he didn’t know when you’d started swaying, his body leaning, moving in time with the music and the others on the floor. he could hear the songs changing, feel the bass beneath his feet. there wasn’t much he could do but enjoy it.

much like he still does. as he drags you close to him, the rosie organza pleated around your chest pressed right up to his satin lapel. his confidence then pales in comparison to now. it only took a few months to see the change, one you nurtured in all the ways a man like jeno needed. in soft assurances and gentle praise. in delicate touches and the softest embraces. in ardent exchanges and steamy quickies.

but the trouble began this past winter. well, technically well before. as a child, jeno had spent his summers visiting his cousin jaemin in his hometown from before he could remember. there the two had fortified a friendship, a real brotherhood that jeno never would have gotten to experience without being cast away to the country every solstice. it was there he met his cousin’s neighbour, mark lee. mark lee, a kind kid with wide eyes and a wider smile, was the kind of kid everyone looked up to. he embodied what jeno typically thought to be an older brother. and he was. to his step sister and cousins, to kids in his neighbourhood, to jeno’s cousin jaemin and eventually to jeno. it’s why, this christmas just gone, when mark had approached jeno, with giddy eyes and a giddier smile, to ask him to be one of his groomsmen - not just due to the refusal of a painfully introverted jaemin - but because of a genuine brotherhood formed between the two, jeno’s big hearted self could not refuse.. bringing us back to where the trouble began.

‘so, are you bringing her to the wedding?’ mark questioned suddenly, his arm pushing through the sleeve of his tux. ‘you definitely shou- it’s a bit tight at the elbow, can you see?’

jeno still curses jaemin for opting out of being a groomsman, leaving jeno to deal with the trivialities of wedding prep. not that he has a real problem with it all. it’s just a fitting, he thought as he walked in, his eyes landing on the black silk hanging off the changing room door. it wasn’t until he realised it was just he and mark - the rest of the groomsmen opting to come on a later date - that he was regretting the decision. because even though no one would admit it to his face, mark was a bit of a groomzilla. less for the usual reasons. he wasn’t rude, short or angered by little inconveniences. he was just a man of superstition, faith, and insurmountable dubiety. he wanted everything to be perfect. he wanted to do as much of his part as he could for his wedding day. jeno thinks his fiancée had been right to leave him the task of the guest list. mark easily knew more people, so was naturally inundated with acquaintances. it was a great idea, jeno thought.. until mark kept- on- pushing- ‘i’ll even relieve you of your duties early, let you go off with her-’

‘thanks man,’ the younger tried, watching the tailor pinch the jacket at his waist. ‘but really, i don’t think i will. i’ll just bring my mom or something.’

‘your mom’s already invited man, you know that.’ jeno huffed at that. of course she is. mark did take his duties seriously after all. ‘couldn’t have her going off on me like jaemin did-’

‘are you comparing my mom to jaemin?’

‘i’m just saying-’ mark paused to thank the attendant, slipping back out of his jacket as he walked up to jeno, squeezing his shoulder. ‘you’ve got nothing to be nervous about, jen. you’re like a brother to me. you should bring her, i’d love to meet her.’

jeno flinches just thinking about it, his spine straightening as mark turned to him fully. jeno manages a shrug, turning back to the mirror just for a second before deciding that, no. no, it wouldn’t be a good idea to introduce his girl to his best friend on his wedding day.

because the issue wasn’t that he wouldn’t invite you.

‘you met her at college, right?’

the issue was that he couldn’t.

‘maybe y/n knows her?’

the issue is that you’re already going.

‘you know what my sister’s like, she gets on with everyone.’

“jen?” you pant, his name falling off your tongue as he bounces you quickly in his lap. “come back to me.” he smiles at your sweet call, your teeth catching his lip between them before slipping your tongue into his mouth.

the ceremony starts in ten minutes, though guests are still pouring into the church. it’s what actually convinced him. that and you, your manicured hand stuffing your damp panties into the pocket of his fitted tux. it had been his undoing, your sweeping frame gliding into a small side door a few feet from the altar.

the clock is ticking but you pay it no mind, your hips halting their rise and fall as you dig your heels into the masoned floor, grinding your hips back and forth as you ride him. you feel his nails dig painfully into your skin, his tongue wrapping around yours, swallowing your gasps as his other hand gathers your dress, the layers of delicate organza billowing over his knee. when your nails find his nape, careful not to mess up his perfectly styled do, you suck on his ear lobe, forcing him to thrust up into you.

“fuck-”

“shh!” you hiss, rushing to stuff the same panties you gifted him in his mouth. you hear his muffled groans, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks the essence of you onto his waiting tongue. he feels you clench harder around him, his eyes smiling in place of his occupied lips. he lifts a brow when your rocking falters, your eyes darting around his perfect face, incapable of taking in anything but him and how he makes you feel. there’s a question in his gaze, forcing your head to bob. “yeah- i’m close-”

he abandons your dress then, letting the material pool around you two as he presses his palm to your neck, bringing your mouth to his. it’s a quick and steep descent to your release, your thighs burning as he slams you up and down on his cock, your skin clapping against his as he abandons all reason. he’s kept it quiet for so long, at times he thinks it might consume him from the inside out, all this love he has for you. all jeno really wants is to scream it out from the highest mountain top, tattoo it to his forehead, paint it on the fucking moon. hell, he would pay anyone to listen. he didn’t care who. he’d tell anyone who’d listen that he, lee jeno, was in love with y/n y/l/n.

“i love you too,” you almost cry, jaw unhinged as you feel the effects of his thrusts and affection rip through you. it spreads through you like wildfire, setting every nerve in you alight before it finally consumes him. your heat pumps and pushes him past his release, his heavy load pouring out into you. you milk him through it, your temple pressed to the crown of his head.

it’s the church bells that rip you apart, your whole body cringing as realisation hits. you cringe further as his flushed face fills your vision, his hands gathering your dress again before further staining your panties as he wipes between your legs. “don’t look at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like it’s worse for you than it is for me.” you’re about to ask how when he moves away from you, closing his eyes as he wraps it up before shoving it back in his pocket. “i said don’t.”

“fine, i won’t-” your surrender is cut short when knuckles strike the door three times, jaemin’s sign to wrap it up. “shit, let’s go-” you try to leave but can’t. because suddenly he’s stopping you, his warm hand loosely wrapped around your wrist.

“let’s tell him.”

“tell who what-”

“mark.” jeno used to hate acknowledging the striking similarities between you and your step brother. much like the unwon battle of the chicken and the egg: which came first? which of you taught the other that when your eyes enlarge, rounding into porcelain saucers, two full moons nearly eclipsing him, that he’d give you anything?

“today?” when he nods, you want to laugh. but he looks so confident. so sure. “jen, are you sure?”

“i am,” his affirmation makes your heart swell, even before he continues. “i’m sure about you.”

he knows where your uncertainties lie. but you affirm it too. “i’m sure about you too.” you both seem to forget the wedding in that moment, both neglecting the importance of your bridal party roles in favour of basking in one another for even a second longer. “only if you save me a dance?”

“always.” so much so, you don’t register the sound of the confessional door swinging open when jeno leans in to kiss to your forehead, his bitten lips pressing to the skin as his eyes land on a pair not too dissimilar to the ones he’d just poured his heart out to.

mark seems to short circuit for a second that seems to last hours. “mom’s looking for you,” he announces, spluttering around the words as you immediately grab jeno by the hand and drag him out the confessional. you both duck your heads as you shuffle past jaemin, who looks beyond pissed you didn’t heed his earlier warning.

when you both disappear, your brother turns on jaemin, eyes wide as full moons. “you knew!” it only angers him more when jaemin nods, unflinching when mark starts slapping his arm. “he told you and you didn’t tell me?”

“nuh-uh,” the younger defends, straightening out the groom’s lapel as he reverently shuts the confessional door. “i figured it out.” mark looks bewildered at the notion it had been so obvious. jaemin has to remind himself it’s mark’s day and not to be too harsh. “come on, hyung. he wouldn’t tell us her name, wouldn’t let us meet her.” mark still looks stunned. “don’t get me started on how many times they pulled this shit last christmas-”

and to think. it all started with a dance.

#jeno #nct jeno #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct smut #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #jeno fluff #jeno smut #nct au #ncitygirls

[im-whatchamccallit]

Fixed On//ATEEZ (OT8)

Pairing: ATeez (OT8) x Fem!Reader (Non-romantic)

Genre: Slight angst, psychological if you’re paranoid enough, majority fluff

Warnings: Mentions of stalking

Word count: 3.4k

You told yourself it was the lack of sleep from the three days you spent studying for your finals catching up to you, that the shadows you saw in your peripheral and the faint footsteps you heard behind you as you drowsily ran errands were simply hallucinations. You told yourself it was all in your head, but how could you believe that now that you were aware of him?

You had simply gone out to grab groceries, just a seven minute walk from your apartment that wouldn’t take any more energy from your already exhausted body, just craving a home cooked meal before crashing for the next two days. But you could practically hear his breathing as he circled around you in the produce section, feel his eyes staring at the back of your head while you selected a pack of beef and, now, you could see him clear as day as you trailed down the empty streets. You were tempted to stay in the grocery store to stall him, praying he got bored and left, but you made the mistake of going at 9:30 at night, the cashiers urging you to go as they closed at 10. Not a problem, you could just head home, right? But you couldn’t, the looming fear he’d find out where you lived making you whimper in distress. To add insult to injury, you left your cell phone at home because you didn’t think your trip would take so long and most stores were closed now, the street lights and your two bodies the only signs of life in the silent night.

You’d been walking for almost twenty minutes now, passing by your apartment reluctantly with aching feet and a spinning head, your eyes brimmed with tears as you tried to push on in case he caught up to you and hoping your $15 beef hadn’t gone bad by now. You need a miracle, something to ease your anxiety and get you home and away from the unidentified man. And, in the midst of your unfortunate predicament, you saw it: a 7-Eleven.

Your body picked up speed as you rushed inside, the place bright and lively despite only you and the cashier being present and the radio playing softly in the background, the tightness in your chest disappearing with each passing second. You gasped softly at the sound of the door’s chime, your head darting to see the hooded figure from before stepping inside and making an abrupt turn to the candy aisle. What now?

You tried to stay natural, moving to the fridge to pick out a soda that you didn’t want, glancing over to see the man adjacent to you mindlessly picking up bags of chips only to put them down once again, looking in your direction every so often to make sure you haven’t moved. And you did, floating about the store with no destination and him still on your tail, the teenager behind the register not caring as the both of you played a game of hide and seek that left your safety up to fate.

It seemed like you were hopeless but, for some reason, you were starting to get luckier as the night progressed, the door chiming and the boisterous chatter of men filling the fairly spacious convenience store.

“Get anything you want, we’re charging it to Hwa’s card.”

“Like hell you are! Pay for yourselves!”

Laughter followed the bickering of two of the guys echoed off the walls before they spread out, some going in pairs to different sections and some on their own, but the one standing alone in front of a rack of limited edition snacks just so happened to catch your gaze first. He was tall, wearing a coat that looked cute on him but made his upper body appear to be broad and muscular underneath, his face blank and firm as if he’s never smiled a day in his life. He was scary, and perfect.

Yunho’s lips were threatening to form a pout as he struggled to choose. Would he rather have a snack form Japan or Indonesia tonight? Both looked so good but he couldn’t bring himself to choose.

“I’ll get both.” He said under his breath before grabbing both bags, gasping loudly as a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Oppa, I thought you had work tonight!” You squealed in a faux happy voice, smiling brightly up at the wide and horrified gaze the man gave you.

“W-what?”

“Some guy’s been following me for a while now. Please, just pretend you know me.” You said in a hushed tone, smile faltering as you glanced over to the fridge you once occupied, the eyes you had feared all night staring directly at you, a soft whine leaving you as you peered back at the strange man you latched yourself to, praying he saved you in any way he could.

You gasped as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you until your head was flush against his chest, his once stoic face now adorned with a content smile.

“I texted you that I was free but you didn’t respond! I really wanted to see you tonight.” He said in a cute yet teasing tone, your head thrown back to see him smiling down at you, giving a subtle but clear wink to let you know he was on your side, your eyes stinging as you tried not to cry in the unknown male’s arms.

“How about we go grabs some snacks and head back to my apartment? I’ll pay.” He said with a gentle smile, your head nodding reluctantly.

You both made your way to the back of the store where his friends continued to joke and bicker, Yunho’s arm not leaving you for a second although his smile was gone now, eyes still puppy like yet hard.

Considering he was a fairly large guy, it was easy for the others to catch on to his presence but, upon turning to face their groupmate, they found themselves more focused on your meek appearance hiding safely under his arm. You could feel your face burning in both embarrassment and unease at the way they eyed you and the man.

“Who is this?” One asked, his hair a beautiful royal blue and eyes just as sweet as your large bodied savior’s, the way our eyes immediately diverted from his causing a few to laugh but the way you gasped in horror as your eyes locked with your almost hour long stalker, body trembling as you opted to look at the ground. You just wanted to go home.

“This is…. Princess! My girlfriend!” Yunho said, suddenly realizing neither of you knew each other’s names.

“If he’s holding you hostage, blink twice.” Another spoke, his eyes cat-like and face sculpted to reveal his dimples as he smiled playfully at you.

“Why’s it so hard to believe I can get a girlfriend? Bunny, go pick out something to eat. We’ll wait for you so we can pay.” Yunho said affectionately, giving a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder at the way your eyes widened in fear at him, his head nodding you onward as he silently told you he had a plan, eyes never leaving you as you cautiously moved to the glass casing filled with pastries.

“Seriously, Yunho, who is she?” Seonghwa asked, voice low as the other watched you closely. You were holding two plastic grocery bags filled with vegetables and meat, you were probably a university student based on your lazy but comfortable choice of clothing. Nothing about you seemed alarming, but your sudden introduction as Yunho’s girlfriend was enough to make them suspicious.

“Look at the guy in the hoodie. She said he followed her here.” He said in a hushed voice, the unknown man creepily moving close by you before closing in on a sealed pack of donuts but giving you a once-over now that he was close enough to get a better look at you.

You felt your jaw clench as to not cry out for help and set him off. He was only a few feet away from you now, able to grab and harm you just by extending his arm if you dared to alert anyone. That wasn’t a risk you wanted to take.

“Did he follow her car or something? Why would she stop here?” Wooyoung asked.

“Obviously she didn’t drive. She would’ve left her bags in her car if she did.” Yeosang responded, a few of their eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“Wait, but the only grocery store nearby is almost ten minutes away.” Jongho chimed in.

“By car. If she walked, that would be almost 25 minutes.” Mingi concluded, their bodies running cold at the realization, taking in the severity of your situation.

You tried to seem casual, to make sure he was unaware of the sudden initiation of eight strangers planning to get you away from him as quickly as possible but, in the midst of your overthinking, you managed to wander off to the back of the store, eyes locked on the stands full of ramen in both impatient anxiousness and genuine wonder. There’s no doubt the beef you bought was no good at this point, and that constant walking you’d done really built up your appetite. You couldn’t let the boys pay for you, especially after offering their protection to keep you safe. But, you had your wallet on you, and you had to get in line with them anyways so they can pay for their snacks, so why not grab dinner for yourself while you were at it?

You mindlessly searched for the one you usually ate, even wondering if you should grab two in case you were hungry later while shifting to hold both bags of food in one hand, almost missing the set of eyes on you. Almost.

It felt like before when you were in the grocery store, body freezing as you listened closely but this time aware of the threating presence, only unaware of how close he was now. You slowly let your body rise, not wanting to let your guard down as you finally heard footsteps, the faint chatter of the boys snapping you from your daze as you tried to hurry back to them, yelping as you crashed into a warm body before you.

You held your breath, peering up cautiously before seeing a familiar and bright smile, his jaw slim but chiseled. He was the stranger’s friends, and he was cute. If you weren’t so worried about getting the hell back home safely, maybe you could’ve gotten a better look at each one to see if they were all this stunning.

“Uhm, P-Princess,” Seonghwa cringed at the pseudonym, not sure why Yunho couldn’t just ask for your actual name to begin with.

“We’re getting ready to pay. You got everything you need?”

You glanced at the bowl of instant ramen before nodding, Seonghwa eagerly taking it from your hands to leave it unoccupied, but that didn’t last long as he grasped it to guide you beside him, your sides practically touching. It was a bit confusing, it made you worried that your act would be found out by the mysterious guy following you. But Seonghwa was no idiot, his observation skills heightened since he was brought into your escape plan, trying hard to not send a glare to the creep standing in the place you were moments ago. If he hadn’t noticed him moving closer, who knows what would’ve happened to you.

“Hey, ready?” Yunho asked you softly, your head nodding once more as they began to hand their items to the still disinterested boy behind the register, your eyes examining their mannerisms.

You were a little wary about blindly asking for their help but, from the way they immediately took on the task to protect you by staying at your side, and even now as the short but equally as model-like blue-haired guy complained that he thought they were using ‘Seonghwa’s’ card, only to be met with teasing ‘Thank you, mom’ chants from the remainder which left him looking a bit disgruntled, you knew they were nothing to fear.

You moved forward as they trailed on to the side, setting down your ramen as Yunho kept his place next to you, moving to pull out his wallet but you immediately snatched your hand from Seonghwa’s wanting to give a quick apology but needing to pay before he had the chance to.

“Don’t worry, I can-“

‘It’s only a dollar, Princess, it’s fine.” Yunho said while handing cash to the man, a faint warmth creeping to your cheeks at how casually he used that newly established nickname.

You thanked the man as you grabbed onto yet another bag for the night, all of you eagerly leaving the store and into the parking lot, the suffocating atmosphere now dissipating into relief as you took in a breath of fresh air. That man didn’t follow you out, the ambience felt so light and fun with the group of men joking ahead of you as they walked to a van with a very bold ‘ATEEZ’ on the side, your jaw nearly hitting the ground.

You’ve heard of their group, their music everywhere yet never had the time or desire to actually look them up, which would explain why you didn’t recognize them immediately. Although, the cat-eyed one went viral not too long ago for his charismatic dancing and now, watching him and a tanned guy with a mole beneath his eye he pointed and referred to as ‘Woo’ laugh at something said by the blue haired man while the tall one, one that resembled a prince and fairy all in one, and one that looked scary until he showed a smile so sweet it managed to make him look more youthful, you realized they were all hot. And suddenly the intimidation you thought you were free from came rushing back to you.

“Hey,” The sudden voice pulled you from your thoughts, a yelp leaving you as you faced the first one you met, his smile falling a bit but recovering just as fast.

“Didn’t mean to scare you. Just need to know your address so we can take you home.” He held up his cellphone and a navigation system, your eyes wide as you looked between him and the bright phone screen. They could’ve honestly left you there once that man stopped pursuing you, yet they were still looking after you.

“Or I could call you a cab. We know you probably don’t want to be around a ton of strangers right now.”

“N-no! Thank you, so much, I’m just really thankful I found you guys.”

“Hey, it only cost us a dollar to help you, and I don’t think any of us would feel right just leaving you to protect yourself from that guy.” Yunho said gently.

His tone and eyes were telling you he was being sincere, not that you needed any more convincing to trust him or his friends. Not to mention he was right about you needing a ride home, reality kicking in that you still didn’t have your phone on you and, if your groceries weren’t completely wasted by now, you still had some time to save them.

With a small smile you took his phone from his hands, typing in your address and passing it back to him, your body turning to match his as you head towards the van, the faint sounds of the boys arguing over who would drive and all agreeing that none of them wanted to, leading to an intense game of rock-paper-scissors that Yunho gladly stayed out of, a small giggle threatening to erupt from your lips.

“By the way, you guys don’t feel like strangers. Especially with your group’s name plastered on the side of your car.” You joked, a simple ‘Ah’ leaving him as you stared at you with a smirk, almost a silent way to say he’s discovered your dirty secret.

“You know, at first I thought you were a fan or something and that’s why you came up to me. I didn’t think I’d be right.”

“Uh, actually, I don’t know anything about you guys. I didn’t know you were ‘ATEEZ’ until I saw, well, that.” You gestured back to the vehicle where the boys began to disperse and enter the car, but the loud and bitter comments of them not wanting ‘Mingi’ to drive filling the air followed by an authoritative ‘Do you wanna do it?!’ from the blue-head. Were they aware of how unintentionally funny they were?

“Well, in that case, I’m Yunho.” He smiled, a genuine one that made you breathe out in contentment.

“I’m (Y/n).”

Your introduction was brief, followed by a silence that was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable, lingering in the air as you both made it to the van, easing your way inside and finding a seat next to the blue-head and prince-faced boy, giving a small nod and smile that he shyly returned, the three boys behind you too preoccupied in their phones to acknowledge you and, suddenly, the silence gone as Yunho spoke up from his awkward position of setting up his phone to the dashboard, the faint voice of the navigation arising in the background.

“You should introduce yourselves to (Y/n)!”

“Her name’s (Y/n)?” The one in the driver’s seat asked as he started the engine, peering to you from the rear view mirror with bright eyes before putting the car into drive.

“My name is Mingi.”

“I’m Seonghwa.” The guy from the passenger seat said to you as he turned to wave.

“I’m Choi San.” Cat eyes said from behind you, giving a dimpled smile that you easily returned.

“I am Jongho, and this is Wooyoung.”

“Hey! I can introduce myself!” You jumped slightly at the boom of ‘Wooyoung’s’ voice, giving a bewildered look at how fast he went back to his calm and charismatic self.

“I’m Wooyoung.” He reached his hand out to you, which you slowly took as you tried to calm down the giggles bubbling inside of you.

“Yeosang.” The one beside you said meekly, not giving you eye contact as he scrolled through his social media.

“And my name’s Hongjoong!” The blue-haired guy said, giving an enthusiastic wave that was slowly swallowed by the oversized sweater he wore, your breath caught in your throat from how cute he was.

“It’s nice to meet you all and, thank you, so much, for helping me tonight.”

“It’s no problem, we just wanted to make sure you stayed safe.” Mingi stated. You would’ve thought his deep voice would be drowned out by the van’s engine but you heard him perfectly.

“But what made you think we weren’t the creeps? You’re probably in a car full of murders and you don’t even know it-“

“Shut the hell up, Wooyoung, you’re scaring her!” Seonghwa yelled from the front, a hand landing on top of your head to give a small ruffle, your eyes following it to Hongjoong who peered past Yeosang’s head to see you.

“Don’t worry, we’re all good guys.”

“He’s lying! He yells at us all the time!” Jongho whined with a pout, slowly letting it grow into a smirk as Hongjoong glared at him playfully.

“Because none of you listen!” Hongjoong snapped back, an amused laugh from San echoing through the vehicle.

“Oh no, dad’s mad.”

“I’m stuck with ungrateful kids, of course I’m mad!” You couldn’t help but laugh, their bickering growing by the second as the car ride progressed.

It was funny how quickly they forgot there was a stranger riding with them, having conversations that you couldn’t understand about an idol life that you had no part in, Yunho attempting to remind them of your presence to make you feel included, eventually leading you to discuss university life that they couldn’t quite understand and, as mundane as it seemed, was still a bit entertaining.

You could see the familiar street light with a poster for part-time employment at the nearby seafood shop taped to it, signaling you were approaching your apartment a lot sooner than you expected and, as relieved as you were to finally be home and to relax from the horrifying encounter you had, you didn’t want to leave.

These boys, as loud and strange as they were, were peaceful to be around and a comfort you didn’t know you needed. You weren’t really aware of ATEEZ, who they were or the music the produced, but you knew they were good people, and maybe this night was enough to keep your mind fixed on them.

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[uwuwriting]

Aizawa, Todoroki and Shinsou bringing their kids to work

Request: I just binged your whole blog and let me tell you Hawks bringing his kid to school was fhrqhelfifreh so could I request todoroki shinsou and aizawa bringing their kids to work - anonymous

Okay till the end of this week I’ll be giving you fluffy stuff because starting next week we are entering angst territory . I hope I finish the fic with Shirakumo’s daughter and then I have some angst requests to get to. So this is like a parting gift to happiness. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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warnings: fluff

Aizawa Shouta 

-He loves being a dad. 

-Unlike his students his son, Kaito, is a very very calm two year old. 

-They take naps together in their matching sleeping bags, Shouta is the only one who can feed him his vegetables and they usually grade papers together. 

-You are the one who looks after Kaito while Shouta is at work and once he gets home you go off to your agency. 

-So basically Kaito spends half of his day with you and half with Aizawa. 

-When you were called in that morning because of a villain attack, you had to leave Kaito with Aizawa. 

- “I’m so sorry Shouta, Midnight was assigned on this mission with me and I don’t really trust Hizashi with a two year old.”

-He chuckled, taking a sleeping Kaito from your arms and giving you a kiss on each cheek and then on your forehead. 

- “Don’t worry kitten, I’m sure he will be an angel.”

-In the teachers lounge, before class starts for the day, nearly half of the staff is cooing over the still sleeping toddler. 

-They keep complimenting Shouta about how much they look alike and how cute he is. 

-He just grumbles about how he wants them away from his son.

-He was saved from the bell, dashing to his class surprising all of his students with his sudden appearance. 

-They hadn’t yet seen the baby in his arms until he stirred in his sleep, a few baby words tumbling from his mouth. 

-Mina was ready to let out a really really high pitched squeal when Sero slapped her mouth shut. 

- “Its sleeping!”

-Aizawa just let out a sigh and set his stuff on his desk. 

-He went to start his lesson like usual but that apparently wasn’t an option. 

-Sir you have a baby in your arms don’t expect us to stay silent and learn something useful. 

-Kaito woke up a few minutes into the whisper shouting argument Shouta was having with 18 teenagers. 

-He slowly blinked the sleep from his eyes, letting out a small yawn before looking around, his e/c eyes landing on all the new faces. 

-Everyone was silent, expecting the toddler to start crying at the change of scenery and at the absence of his mother but surprisingly no. 

-He rested his head on Shouta’s shoulder and shyly waved at the class. 

-Since he was awake Mina could be a little more vocal. 

-All the girls wanted to hold him, their main mission being to make him laugh. 

-Some of the boys were asking Aizawa some questions  while others were entertaining the toddler. 

-Kaito was really amazed by Shouto’s flames and he let out a heart warming laugh. 

-Uraraka made things float around the baby while Kaminari made small sparks. 

-Aizawa has never heard his baby boy laughing that much before.

 -At home he’s quiet, laughing only when you tickle him or when Shouta’s stumble scratches his plush cheeks. 

-Maybe taking him out more and letting the class hang out with him a little wouldn’t be so bad. 

-The last person who approached the kid was Bakugou, who crouched down to his eye level and they just stared at each for a solid minute. 

-Then Bakugou activated his quirk and the mini explosions made Kaito giggle and reach out to Katsuki. 

-The rest of the day was spent fawning over Kaito, nothing changed even after three hours of toddler entertainment. 

-When it was time to leave, the kids begged Aizawa to bring him again. 

- “Maybe I’ll bring him to the dorms at some point. But don’t irritate me you brats because otherwise he’s staying home.”

Bonus:

“I heard that you, little man, were a heartthrob today!”

*baby babbling*

“Yeah he didn’t let me teach.”

“Like it bothered you.”

“I never said that” 

Todoroki Shouto

-You had to go on a mission abroad for a week and today the twins’ preschool had informed you that they wouldn’t open today. 

-Frantically you called Shouto, proposing some solutions to your problem. 

- “I’ll take them with me.”

-He wants to spend more time with his girls anyway. 

-Both of them are very curious about their parents’ job and they have asked both of you to take them to work. 

-This was their chance. 

-You went to protest, knowing how stressing hero work could be and not wanting to stress your husband out more.

- “Love, I want them with me. I want to spend time with my snowflakes.”

-You couldn’t argue with that.

-He woke them up and helped them get dressed, leading them to the kitchen for breakfast while he simultaneously did their hair. 

-The twins aren’t really morning types so they tend to be really quiet until noon. 

-Telling them what they would be doing today, Shouto grabbed his things and stretched out both of his arms. 

-When people at the agency saw the youngest Todoroki with two little girls clinging to his hands they were confused. 

-They knew that he had a family, you two worked at the same agency after all, but they had never seen your kids. 

-And let me tell you that 90% of your coworkers are now cooing at the three year olds. 

-Shouto knew that his daughters didn’t really like crowds, even Rei who was the talkative one of the two would get shy and hide behind him when new people approached. 

-Because of that he scooped both girls up and quickly made his way to his office. 

-A few staff members greeting him and the girls but not many stopped him. 

-Once inside he set them down and went straight to work. 

-The girls are really quiet in general. 

-They pulled two chairs on either side of their father and sat there, coloring and doodling or just staring at his reports. 

-Surprisingly, Ren asked some questions while Rei stayed quiet.

-The crowd at the entrance must have exhausted her social battery. 

-Pushing his chair back, he pulled both of them on his lap kissing their foreheads before going back to his reports making small comments here and there to keep them updated. 

-Rei fell asleep after half an hour and it was the cutest sight. 

-Ren followed soon after, the little white and red haired humans clinging to his shirt like a life line as they snoozed off. 

-He took a picture and send it to you making you jealous beyond belief. 

 I want cuddles too!!!  😣😣😣  Someone’s jealous.🥰🥰

-He leaned his head on one of them at some point and he too fell asleep. 

-His secretary walked in to inform him of his father’s arrival and had heart eyes for the rest of the day. 

-She took a picture and sent it to you, informing you that your husband was sleeping on the job. 

-They were too cute though so she couldn’t bring herself to wake them up. 

-But alas there’s no rest for the wicked so he woke up at some point. 

-The rest of the day was spent with the three of them going to meetings, filing reports and training at the agency’s gym. 

-Watching two mini Shoutos running around the gym pretending to train is top tier stuff. 

Bonus

“Rei sweetheart don’t freeze your sister.”

“But she’s the bad guy!”

“Am not!” *flames flying*

“Ren don’t burn the place down.”

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Kei is actually the one who wanted to go to the agency. 

-She had asked both you and Shinsou to take her with you one day. 

-She may be using it as an excuse to skip day care but you do you hun. 

-It was her birthday and the little shit used that to her advantage.

- “Can I come with you to work? Pretty please?”

- “Kei...”

- “And it’s my birthday today.”

-You just level Shinsou with a glare.

- This is all you 

-Shrugs. 

-Now you have no choice but to take her with you and hope that everything goes smoothly. 

-The main reason why you didn’t want to bring her with you was the looming possibility that someone could attack and your little girl would be in extra danger. 

-Hitoshi reassured you that everything would be fine. 

- “Her parents are two of the best heroes in the industry, she’ll be completely fine. I promise.” 

-He woke her up the next morning, scooping her up and bringing her to the kitchen for breakfast. 

-She was really clingy in the mornings and wouldn’t function correctly if one of you didn’t hug her until she fully woke up. 

-Hitoshi is really soft for her during her birthday. 

-He’s soft for her everyday but today he’s ten times softer. 

-Gets her dressed and ready for the agency and is out the door in no time. 

-Shinsou talks about his family a lot.

-He has like fifteen photos of you and Kei in his office and a bunch of her drawings tapped to the wall. 

-He adores his family okay?

-So your coworkers aren’t so surprised when they see the small mess of violet hair resting in his arms. 

-She too doesn’t like crowds but won’t cower away. 

-She’ll put on a brave face and greet the strangers with acute politeness. 

-As long as one of you is in a ten inch radius she’ll be fine. 

-She answers all the questions that are being thrown her way. 

-She even sat there and suffered through a handful of cheek pinching. 

-Shinsou sees her suffering and scoops her up, excusing them and taking her to his office.

-You kissed her forehead and headed out to your own office, making her promise to visit you at some point because you too need some cuddles during work. 

- “We’ll catch bad guys momma!!”

-She is a curious little girl, so for the next two hours or so she’ll be exploring every nook and cranny of Hitoshi’s office, opening drawers and cabinets, digging through case files and boxes. 

-Then she might play with Hitoshi’s capture tool before visiting you for an hour or two. 

-You love having her attention but you know she’s simply taking a break from her dad’s office. 

-She’ll be back to Shinsou in no time. 

-Daddy’s girl.....it iz what it iz. 

-Around noon she starts to get tired. 

-If she was in day care she would be taking her daily nap.

-Her exploring tired her way too much and that’s why she’s now snoozing off in one of the armchairs in Hitoshi’s office. 

-He draped his jacket over her and let her sleep. 

-Later on you two took her to a meeting, allowing her some insight in the hero industry. 

-Plus she gets to hear the tea. 

-For training she tags along with you, doing some laps and trying -and failing- to do some push ups. 

-At the end of the day she was exhausted, sleeping soundly on Hitoshi’s shoulder as you made your way home.  

Bonus

“I don’t want her to grow up.”

“Well we could always make another one.”

“Way to be subtle mister....”

“Let me smash...”

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[fandom-go-round]

The reaction of the LL crew when their human is first sunbathing on a resort planet, later they find out that he is burned and then his body hurts, and then they see the human skin flaking off

I’m only going to grab some of the bots for this, the whole LL crew is too much. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Implied Sexual Situations, Talk of Pain and Physical Injury (Sun Burn/Heat Stroke), Could be interpreted as a lighter skinned human but not written that way explicitly

Rodimus:

He had been just as pumped about the beach as you, more so about the activities but the sun was nice too. He checks in on you throughout the day, inviting you to go swimming or play beach volleyball. Sometimes you take him up on the offer but more often than not you’re content to sit in the sun.

Rodimus does offer to put sunscreen on your back, wiggling his holoform’s eyebrows and being as flirty as possible. You wave him off after promising to let him rub you down later. He makes you pinky swear before he’s back in the water, splashing Magnus and trying to dunk him.

He shows up ready to have a night to yourselves; there are candles, a bottle of wine and some toys that you mentioned wanting to use eventually. Rodimus isn’t expecting you to be curled into a ball in the middle of the bed, moaning and looking ready to cry. He comes from seductive to panicky in seconds, quickly going over and fretting around you. You try to calm him down but the minute he sees your skin starting to peel? It’s over and Rachet is on the phone.

You spend the next half hour being chewed out by Ratchet for letting yourself get this bad and watching as he scolds/teases Rodimus for panicking. Roddy holds your hand the entire time, watching as Ratchet slathers your back in aloe and gives him firm instructions to apply as needed. You’re a little sad that things didn’t go the way as planned but Rodimus is there so it’s a win either way.

Ultra Magnus:

Before you had even gotten to the resort, Magnus had given you a 20 page booklet on how to have safe summer fun. You do read it but only because you know that he cut in back from 50. You listen has he gives his last minute lecture, the small smile and kiss cheek he gives you well worth the wait. He cares about you and this is how he shows it.

Magnus is being pulled in ten different directions the moment he gets to the beach. He has just enough time to help you apply your sunscreen before Whirl is trying to set something on fire and he runs off. He reminds you to reapply in 1 hour and 45 minutes and you agree, wishing him luck.

Do you forget to reapply? Kind of. You want to soak up as much sun as possible and, in your defense, this isn’t technically the sun so how are you supposed to know it’s rays can be harmful? Magnus had warned you but it’s too late now. You’re in pain and he’s going to scold you the moment he lays eyes on you. You slink back to your room, determined to deal with it before he finds you.

Ultra Magnus feels horrible when he finds you. You’re clearly in pain and the fact your skin in peeling now (less than 24 hours after exposure) means that you have some major burns. He feels responsible for you being in pain, even after you assure him that it was your own fault. Magnus is always prepared, however, and quickly pulls out at least 10 different lotions and creams to apply to your skin. He talks to you soothingly while he rubs ointment into your skin, being so gentle you hardly feel it. You’re going to be getting a lecture later but it’s worth it for Magnus to be so focused on you.

Drift:

Drift is super excited to go to the resort with you. It’s your first trip as a couple and he wants to spend as much time together as possible. He knows that you’re going to be spending time with others but he plans on evenings being left open for just the two of you.

Your first day is at the beach and Drift loves that you’re having fun. He eagerly goes to check out the wade pools with Tailgate and Brainstorm, wanting to see how many creatures he can find. You pull him into a game of beach volleyball after that and it’s not until the bonfire that he remembers about your sunscreen.

He’s upset that you’re in pain once you get back to the rooms, seeing you wince on the walk over. He sends a quick note to Ratchet who gives back a list of things to use to help dull the pain. Drift is willing to help in any way that you want. He’ll apply aloe to your skin or just encourage you from the sidelines, whatever you’re the most comfortable with.

The rest of the trip is spent relaxing, neither of you wanting to aggravate your skin. Drift is more than a little flexible with your plans, bringing his planned dates inside of your hotel room. You fall even more in love with him, smiling as he caters to you and makes it fun. He’ll never make you feel guilty about what happened; he wants to spend time with you, in whatever way possible.

Ratchet:

Ratchet looks you dead in the eye and says that if you burn, you’re on your own. You laugh and tease him about being too embarrassed to rub lotion on your skin and he scoffs, shaking his head. He knows enough about humans to know that your skin will burn and you’re an adult. If you want to save your skin, you will.

As grumpy as he is, Ratchet makes sure to keep an eye on you at the resort. He leaves a bottle of lotion by your blanket for when you get out of the water and wanders over around the time when you should reapply. He ends up having a good time at the beach, not going swimming but checking out the rest of the resort.

Is he happy that you’re burned? No. Is he surprised that you’re burned? Not really. He saw you swimming with Drift and could see your skin starting to look bad. He didn’t think you’d burn this badly, however, and he goes into doctor mode without thinking. Ratchet knows that you’re in major pain; skin is the largest human organ after all.

Ratchet lectures you the entire time he applies aloe to your skin, hands gentle even if his voice isn’t. It’s better to grovel then try to fight it. He won’t feel sorry for you but he will sit down and stroke your hair if you want. He stays by your side for the next few days, making sure that you heal completely. You’re never going to be able to get away without applying sunscreen again.

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