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matchamenace · 1 year
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I posted 880 times in 2022
That's 880 more posts than 2021!
38 posts created (4%)
842 posts reblogged (96%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@bcyoureallthatmakessense
@dxncingwithastrxnger
@electricwalkman
@theamiableanachronism
@1980s-jean-ralphio
I tagged 648 of my posts in 2022
Only 26% of my posts had no tags
#fave - 71 posts
#fanart - 34 posts
#lovely mutuals - 31 posts
#matchamenace - 29 posts
#halloween - 26 posts
#matcha blogs! - 22 posts
#shane madej - 19 posts
#fall - 18 posts
#spooky season - 18 posts
#matcha asks! - 18 posts
Longest Tag: 138 characters
#everytime i think about him i get the weirdest mixture of joy and sadness and i just wanna curl up in a ball and cry and/or possibly vomit
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Who is your stranger things tumblr bestie :)
Oh man I don't have just one bestie, but the peeps I'm closest to are probably:
@dxncingwithastrxnger
@bcyoureallthatmakessense
@claire-de-lune
@purpleangelsele
Of course there's plenty of other blogs I adore that I just haven't interacted with as much, but perhaps one day that'll change 😌
7 notes - Posted November 26, 2022
#4
Got covid booster #2 this morning. Already starting to feel cruddy. 😭
8 notes - Posted November 14, 2022
#3
MY DARK DASH IS BACK
OH THANK GOD- MINE TOO 😭 I don't know how I ever tolerated light mode in the past ahaksks
8 notes - Posted November 16, 2022
#2
Fuck, Marry, Kill
Hopper
Murray
Steve
🥰😌
OH FUCK WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME CLAIRE??? 🤣🤣🤣🤣
AHSHSJDJDJDK OKAY!! Kill Murray for sure (he's one of my least favorites, sorry not sorry 🙈) Fuck Hopper 😜, Marry Steve 😘
Ok this actually wasn't hard at all lmao. Just very telling... 👀
11 notes - Posted October 25, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Who are some of your favorite Mileven blogs and why? Let’s spread some positivity and smiles on this fine Friday🌻🐛🌼 then tag 3 other blogs to keep the smiles going.
Oh goodness!! Let's see here agsjsksksk
@dxncingwithastrxnger ABSOLUTE KING 👑🔥🔥🔥 Nothing but good vibes and the fluffiest fics and headcanons you'll ever read!! 🙌 They put SO much thought and care into their posts and are just such a pleasure to interact with 😋💕 Honestly my go-to if I'm looking for lighthearted, feel-good content. (ILY ALEX!!!!!!!! 👋)
@purpleangelsele ACTUAL CINNAMON ROLL ✨ (Sweet with a hint of spice 😎👉👉) Probably one of the friendliest people I've met online lol! Doesn't matter what I post, I can always count on Sel to give me some sort of engagement and I fkin love it!! 🤣 As for their content it's mostly fun and cute headcanons, but they definitely don't shy away from the occasional hot take or petty post 😌 Tons of personality. Great sense of humor. LOVE THEM!!! 💜💜💜
@mikes-pineapple-pizza Incredibly articulate and astute observations!! 🙌✨ Has a knack for breaking down a variety of ST topics (including, but not limited to Mileven) in a way that's intelligent, but also very chill and unpretentious. Idk. Their content just really speaks to me and I think they're super cool. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Fr tho, this person could make a podcast just analyzing anything in the show and I would EAT IT UP!!!! 🔥🔥🔥
@claire-de-lune Ah man the duality of Claire.... 🤣🤣🤣 Deliciously petty, but simultaneously has some of the sweetest and unique headcanons to offer! 🥰 A VERY passionate Mileven defender who won't take shit from nobody, but an absolute delight to have on your side 😜💕
@lenorahills @fricchead @rllybritrlly @pumpkingface BITCHIN' ARTISTS!!! Each have such cute and unique illustration styles, and it's ridiculous how excited I get everytime they post new content asksksk 🙈💕 As an artist myself, I could not recommend them more 🙌
Anyway I think I'm gonna end descriptions here, but here's some other Mileven blogs I adore:
@truessences @teafiend @flamingfalcon3 @bcyoureallthatmakessense @pjo-fan17 @elsmike @crisperia @reganx2 @mikewheely
It definitely doesn't end there, but I'm feeling lazy today, so I sincerely apologize to anyone I might've excluded! I still love and appreciate you all!!! 😘
25 notes - Posted October 15, 2022
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nvmadic · 9 months
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best friends!ted and schlatt are the first people you go to after your boyfriend has the nerve to call you a slut and other mean because of a dress you wore to a night clubbing with him but then ALSO having the nerve to send pictures of him with other girls all over him as 'revenge'
so when you stop answering your phone, he's trying to call you over and over again, but finally, one of his calls gets answered but it's not by you: it's ted.
"yesssss?" he answers with the smuggest, sing-song voice, clearly amused at the audacity of your boyfriend calling you after that stunt.
"dude, where's my girl at?"
"your girl," ted laughs. "you're not that smart. you don't realize you just lost any right to call her that after today."
"what? dude, give my girlfriend the phone!"
"mm, okay, i'll put it on speaker for you," ted hums, pressing the button. instantly, the sound of you whimpering and mewling schlatt's name hits your boyfriend's ears. "that's it, such a good girl, my pretty girl," schlatt praises, a little lovesick smile on his face as he thumbs your clit.
"sorry she's not responding. she's busy gettin' some well-deserved comfort right now," ted says, eyes lidded as he watches the way schlatt's fingers worked at you. his mouth is pressing kisses all over your neck as you sit in his lap, your legs over his thighs.
"who's a good girl? say it, say you're our good girl, say you're our pretty baby," schlatt coos into your ear, wanting you to respond. he knows you were hurt by the names and things your now ex said, so he wanted that motherfucker to hear how pretty you sound when getting praised like you deserved.
"'s me, 's me, jay, i'm your good girl," you manage between moans, grinding against his hand. "please, please lemme cum, please?"
"ohh, when you sound so good like that, I'll do anything you fucking ask for, princess," schlatt groans before picking up his pace, the room filling with the wet noises coming from between your legs.
as your moans got louder, ted just chuckles into the phone. "mm, you don't need to hear any more of that. thanks for fuckin' up, though, pal! we finally upgraded from best friends with our pretty girl. and don't worry, we'll be better boyfriends than you ever fucking could be. bye-bye!"
yeah...i like them a lot 🖤
i am gobsmacked… going to go and touch grass.
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shaguro · 4 months
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i came accross ur page to tell u that ony would talk u through ur first time with you
shit like “don’t fight me mama, let me in pretty girl”
and
“cum for me ‘ma, let me make you feel good”
GODDDDDDDD IM A SLUT
happy new year and i love your work ❤️❤️
oh yesssss. ony is a dirty talker, ok? nasty nasty nigga.
but in this situation, i see him being the complete opposite. he’ll take his time with you, everything about his touch and words are so gentle. he wants you to be as comfortable as possible and he’ll immediately stop at any sign of discomfort. he’ll say things like “talk to me, baby. how does it feel? ‘m not hurting you, right?” and “gotta relax for me mama. ima take care of you, gonna make you feel so good.”
even when your tight pussy squeezing his dick for dear life, he’ll restrain himself from doing too much, peppering kisses all over your face and neck while his hips are grinding into yours. he loves hearing your lil whines because he knows that pain is finally turning into pleasure and he wants to hear more. “don’t be shy baby, lemme hear you.. lemme hear how good i’m making you feel.” “let it all out mama, daddy got you.. mhm, just like that. good girl.”
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angeliclovely69 · 1 month
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Hiii! So I really enjoyed your adam fic about morning sex before work. It made me want to ask if you could do similar for lute?
Lute x Fem!band member!reader where they have sex right before reader's concert?
If you want more info on the reader: nervous about the concert, lead singer, a guitarist, botto. (U can ignore these)
Thank you!
OMFG YESSSSS! I’m so sorry this has been delayed, I’ve been sick:(
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Pairing: Lute x Lead singer!Fem!Reader
Au: NonAngel
Warnings: Lesbian sex, porn with very little plot, sub? reader, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering, swearing, anxious reader
20 minutes. You have 20 more minutes to freak out before you had to be on stage in front of a huge audience. You’re the lead singer of one of the most popular bands in the world.
Lute hates seeing you pace around, shaking your hands, before every show. Did she understand it was stressful? Yes, but she also knows that every show is amazing performance. This time she decides to calm you down herself.
“Baby, sit on the couch a take a breath for me. See isn’t that better?” Her words are so soft, almost sensual, and you don’t fully grasp why. You nod despite that. You do feel better, she always makes you feel better.
“Good, just sit back and relax for me.” As she sinks slowly to her knees you finally understand what she is doing. “We can’t! They’re people just outside that door. They will hear.” You whisper yell, crossing your legs to prevent access. “They won’t if you’re quiet. You can be quiet, can’t you?” You nod, already soothed just from her words.
She slowly uncrosses your legs, looking into your eyes for permission. If you say stop, she’d stop. You don’t. You nod softly, allowing her to unzip the black jeans and even lifting your hips to make it easier to remove them. “Just relax for me. I wanna take care of my baby. Can I do that?” She asks again, wanting you to verbally consent. “Yes, please.”
She doesn’t even take off your lacy underwear, just nudges them to the side and holds them there with one slender hand.
A soft kiss to a bundle of nerves and you’re just about thrusting upwards, wanting more. She smiles as she place a kiss to your thigh. This simple action causes a groan form your throat. “Don’t tease!” You whisper yell, pleading for mercy.
Usually it would take begging to get her to obey your words, but unfortunately, she simply didn’t have the time. She swipes a flat tongue from your hole to your clit, then sucks. Soft lips make you big your lip to avoid moaning. The action would’ve rattled her in normal circumstances.
She loved the way you sounded. It got her off more then anything else. You sounded like an angel fallen just for her pleasure. She almost wished that the crowd could hear the sounds you kept just for her. Almost.
“You taste like my damnation.” She said with a groan, eyes flicking up to meet yours. You grab her hair at the root, tugging softly at her sucking on your clit so gently. She moans. You throw you head back softly at the feeling. “Eyes on me dearest.” You obey easily. Always so eager to please.
She coaxes you to lean down a bit and puts two fingers in your mouth to suck. You groan around them and she laughs softly. She pulls them out, smiling at the shine of your spit coating them. She rubs a small circle over your clit before slowly inserting them. A curl of them has you biting your lip harder.
Her fingers are perfect. They reach the perfect spot. The spot that has you toes threatening to curl. You let out a soft moan, a mere breath compared to what you’re holding down. She revels in your pleasure. It soaks her panties.
She curls them over and over as she moves to suck your clit again. “Faster!” You’re voice breaks. She obliges. So good. So fucking good.
You can barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. All you feel is the knot wound tight in your core. So close. So fucking close. “Ple-ase!” You manage. You want more need more. She gives everything. One last look into her eyes has it snapping with a force to rattle the stars.
She coaxes every last drop of pleasure from your orgasm. Letting your taste cover her tongue. She rises to her feet and leans down to whisper in you ear. Still rubbing soft and slow circles. “Fuck, baby. That’s it. Good job. You did such a good job.” Her voice coaxes you from whatever spell the pleasure has you under.
She laughs at the soft, dazed smile on your lips. The one that disappears when you hear “Preforms! Five minutes! Come to the stage now!”
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hotluncheddie · 3 months
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omg it's been said before but your autistic Steve series is so good so life affirming so precious to me..... and so I would like to share my own thoughts on the matter...... Steve who did sports bc he had so much excess energy!! and now he gets the zoomies all the time and needs NEEDS to get outside and run around when the weather is nice...... Steve who thinks he's unforgivably strange and unlovable without his perfectly crafted mask and Robin who says she likes him better without it!!!!.... Steve hyperfixations (feat Steve who reads and frequents the library my beloved, he's so casually curious it just makes sense with his characterization I think)...... Steve full body stimming with Eddie or Robin and feeling amazing!!!!!...... Steve who has set up his space Exactly The Way He Likes It.....
love and light to you ♥️💋🥞🏄🏻
lovely 2jug2head!!! hello!!! ur so sweet!!!
but autistic steve!!! my love!! my guy!!! yesssss!!!! these are all so good! so sweet and lovely and perfect!!! ty for sending me this!!!
(sorry this reply took a little to get too, i've been on my freak shit but finally got few ideas down for u <3)
i think steve would take time learning what stimming and being overstimulated and understimulated means. i think after the upside-down especially, but a lot before that too, he got too used to detaching, kind of separating from his body in order to survive. so now, sometimes, he gets these itches and urges and weird feelings and he just doesn’t know what to do about it. [and i think sport definitely helped him in the past, but i dunno if he would make that connection right away.]
but, he watches robin flap her arms with her sweater sleeves covering her hands. and watches eddie get fucking breathless head banging to a song. he sees robin skip to his car at the end of a shift, looking up at the sky and letting out a 'AHH!' with so so much feeling, cheeks flushed and eyes bright that the day is done, getting in and fiddling with the radio like it’s no big deal. he watches eddie jiggle his leg and bite his rings and stand up and pace when he's talking about something he loves. and steve tries them.
he tries all of them.
he fists his hands and shakes them until something dislodges in his chest, till he can finally take a full breath. he sings loudly along to bruce springsteen and wham in his car in the mornings, sometimes not ever really singing, just making noise. he jumps around his room with robin when she plays blondie, he asks eddie to show him how to head bang, tries it and laughs and kisses him breathless when the song ends. he gives robin his keys and takes off running in a lap around the building after work, sometimes near sprinting, sometimes circling five, six times, going till he's panting and the faces of all the people he had to see that day are washed away, until he can't feel the plastic on his fingers, can't smell the bleach or the too much cologne some guy used. until he's reset, until he's him again, not theirs, not who anyone wants him to be. until he feels good again, lets himself feel good.
sometimes, now, he jiggles his leg the same way eddie does, at the same time, until robin says she has to move 'feel fuckin' seasick over here with you two goblins.' and eddie just laughs. and steve can curl up into his side, if he wants, can pick up eddies hand and bite his rings if he feels like it, eddie would let him, maybe call him cute, wouldn't judge him. neither of them would, if he did that, if he did more. they would never, and its so nice.
<3
["Steve who thinks he's unforgivably strange and unlovable without his perfectly crafted mask" ;-; that's my fcuking GUY. he would and its so :(( !!!! ]
but yeah, robin would hate that fake plastic smile he puts on to mask sometimes. and she'd tell him, with so much love. 'stop it. show me you.' because she just wants to be with steve.
but she’s so wonderful, he just, she gets it. sometimes things that he didn’t even know were bothering him will build and he’ll snap and rant and moan to finally get it all out. lungs heaving as he empties everything out before her. but she’ll just look at it, and seem to place it all in a way that makes sense, a way that’s small and fits in his pocket. she’ll say ‘woah yeah, that seems like a lot / would be stressful / i’m not surprised you're overwhelmed’ and it’s just. it’s so simple. he’s seen, he’s listened too and validated. it still makes him pause, in stunned silence, and it’s like there’s a plaster placed on his heart with every instance that it happens. sometimes it seems to strike such a chord it's like it's hitting a deep wound that he buried inside, a scab finally healing and falling away. sometimes it makes him sob in her arms, overwhelmed and amazed and so so moved by this person he's met, this wonderful angelic creature that he gets to call his.
the next time he has his super masked, customer service face on when its just the two of them, she threatens to bite him. and steve smiles for real, laughs, feels another plaster sticking over the others.
<3
and steve library frequenter yes yes!! i agree that he is curious and practical and i think a hands on kind of guy! so i think he goes to the library and gets books about cars. i think he likes learning about how to fix his, trying to understand what could go wrong, how it happens, what you do in different scenarios. i think that's something him and eddie and wayne bond over, helping to fix their cars. steve and eddie even work together to do up wayne's van a little, getting it a new bumper and a couple parts scavenged at the junkyard. it's fun for him to work out what's missing, what’s changed, how and why and then putting it into practice. taking something apart and putting it back together. makes him feel proud of himself, something he really doesn't feel often. makes his brain zone in and flow and focus for a couple hours and it just feels so nice, its a happy time for him.
also, speaking of special interests - ✨sport stats✨. steve can name the players of all the basketball teams currently playing professionally, likes watching the tactics shows that come on before and after the games. likes talking at eddie and explaining why its actually really cool that they swapped out that player to give this new guy a chance, he's big news, a young up and comer and has a really interesting play style, its gonna work well with how their current manger organises the court. and eddie just smiles at him, squeezing steves hand in his lap and trying to understand what he sees on screen, follow along (he struggles to take in all the information, it's just not his thing. but it makes him so happy when he watches steve watch.) and steves happy little keens when something interesting happens, mindlessly fiddling with eddie’s fingers and tapping his other hands fingers against his knee, 1, 2, 3, 2, 4, 2. relaxed and focused and sometimes he rocks when it gets really tense and eddies heart bursts.
because it wasn't always like that, it was a struggle and a near pleading for eddie to just get steve to tell him what he likes, talk to him, get to know him. to just let eddie in. because eddie wanted to know everything and steve just didn't know how to deal with that. why would eddie care? no one ever listens to him. he's embarrassing and annoying and gets to loud and eddie doesn't like sports so why would steve tell him anything? it took soft words and gentle encouragement and reassurance again and again that he's listening, he wants to listen, wants to know. 'always, always wanna listen to what you have to say stevie.' so when steve comes over to the trailer after work, talking about the latest switch they announced in the paper, how last nights points shifted the league around and now he doesn't even know who's going to win, isn't that cool? eddie fucking beams because this is his boy. his bright, beautiful, exited baby and he’s talking to eddie, he's letting eddie see him.
<3
steve and his space though. thinking very much about that. he doesn’t have the strictest schedule, he’s learning that sometimes its okay to leave the sheets for another couple days, that the dust can settle for another week before he needs to wipe it away. but some things are just, they just have to be right. he needs to know where things are, needs the important stuff in the same place every day so he doesn't forget. needs his products in the bathroom out and in order so he can keep track of when something needs replacing, so he's not left without something he needs. wants this one specific pillow at night, and one for between his knees and a duvet on year round, needs it to feel warm and safe and right in his bed.
and his clothes, its not even about the sensory stuff for him, like yeah most of his tops are soft, his jeans pretty worn in. he has some really old sweatshirts that are special, that come out on the worst days. but it's also about how clothes look, how they make him feel. he want his jeans to fit right, sit right on his shoes. wants his shirts to make his shoulders look nice, make him feel comfortable and confident and like a normal fucking person who can exist in the world. its another part of the mask, maybe. but it works and its his and most of the time he thinks he looks good. and that's okay. he's learning and its healthy and its practical and it helps.
but he also adores wearing eddies t-shirts. when he's at home all day or to sleep at night. especially if eddies not there, when steve misses him, when he wants him. steve wears eddies t-shirts to bed. they're all ones eddies left after staying, they're old and soft and the tags have been cut out and they smell like eddie. like his eddie. like he's there. steve loves it, wraps himself up in it, helps him feel soothed and taken care of even if he's alone, maybe its a little sad, makes him feel embarrassed, too much. but he's learning not to care.
sometimes eddie talks to him and touches him in a certain special way that makes steve feel so so foggy and taken care of and amazing. so, if eddie's not there but he craves that foggy feeling, steve wears eddies t-shirts and he speaks to himself like eddie would and he makes himself dinner and looks after himself and tucks himself into bed and rubs the fabric of the collar against his nose. and tries not to feel embarrassed if he needs more, if he has to suck on his fingers/thumb for a while, clutching the fabric in his hand. tries to let himself whimper or even cry a little if he needs, at how nice it feels, how gooey and needy he can allow himself to get. accept it as part of himself, that eddie likes it, still likes him, still loves him. just something he needs sometimes. and steve falls asleep, wearing eddies t-shirt.
<3
gonna tag a few people who might want to see, hope that's okay? wanna spread him around and show him off!! look at him!!! our best guy!!!
@pearynice @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @spectrum-spectre @just-a-tiny-void @steventhusiast @cherrychapsticksteve @lil-gremlin-things @finntheehumaneater @irethsune
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grandlinedreams · 6 months
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childhood friends trope with Law please and thank you <3333 This particular trope always has me in shambles THE INTIMACY?? OR KNOWING EVERY VERSION OF THAT PERSON?? THE INSIDE JOKES? UGHHH And lets not forget the tenderness that comes with knowing that person for years and then some. Good shit. I just want this lonely brooding twink to have something constant in his from from his childhood to adulthood. The softness makes me wanna hurl i love it
YESSSSS i am also such a sucker for childhood friends trope bls I hope I can do this justice for you!!
[Heads up!: fluff, a touch of angst, dressrosa arc spoilers]
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He's lucky to not be dead.
You kneel on Law's other side, limp hand in both of yours. You've never seen him so still and quite frankly, you're terrified.
You know you should talk to him, try to keep him tethered here in the land of the living ㅡ but your mind is horribly blank given the chaos still unfolding around you.
Were you more sentimental, you'd beg. A thousand pinky promises and accompanying eyerolls, the smirk you so often threaten to punch him for when he's being insufferable ㅡ you'd take it over this.
"You must care for him quite a bit," Viola says, and you know she's trying to find something to say, to reassure you that Law is going to be just fine. "Are you..."
She trails off, tact where there often is none when it comes to you and Law. Because there's only so in sync you can be with someone else, share looks and understand what the other wants, seemingly operate as two halves of a whole before you get that question.
"No," you say, "we're just friends."
You're a lot more than just friends. That implies that there's been much of a time where you didn't know each other, and there really hasn't. Or that the two of you met through traditional means.
That isn't quite true either. You meet when the world is on fire for the both of you, in ways so similar and yet not.
Grief is such a funny thing when you find comfort in someone who's lost just as much as you. It's easier to tread those dark waves when someone else is threatening to sink with you ㅡ find solid ground in linked pinkies and eyerolls that follow, wide grins made hole-punched by missing baby teeth.
Of course there's also Shachi, Penguin and Bepo ㅡ they aren't far behind you in knowing Law, but it still stands that you've been a constant for longer.
"Of course I'm gonna come with you, idiot," you huff, eyes gleaming with laughter, "who else is gonna put up with you the way I do?"
You don't need to tell him you'd gladly follow him through the gates of hell. He knows, because he'd do the same for you.
There's only one person who knows you better than yourself, and his name is Trafalgar Law. You don't turn as he exits Kyros' house, eyes still skyward as he sinks onto the step beside you.
"The stars are pretty," you remark.
"You should be asleep." Law's eyes narrow when you mouth his words at the same time, and you scoff.
"Last time I checked, I wasn't the one who got shot, then almost lost an arm." Law meets your gaze, then looks away. "I'm not expecting you to apologize, because that isn't how we operate. But we made a promise, didn't we?"
"[Name]ㅡ"
"Law."
Law huffs. "We were kids."
"So? Hasn't stopped us before. As I recall, you've pulled this card on me several times." You hold your hand up, pinky extended. "Do it, Law."
Law stares at you, as thrilled about your tradition as he ever is, but links his pinky around yours. You grin, and he rolls his eyes. "You're a pain."
"Yeah," you answer, scooting closer to settle your head on his shoulder. "You're my pain, and I'm yours. That's how it works, right?"
Law is quiet, undoubtedly still coming to terms with the end of all of this and what it means for him ㅡ catharsis, a shackle unclamped from around his neck. Your hand finds his, fingers braced through the gaps of his, and you squeeze. You don't say a word, and you don't have to.
"Yeah," Law finally answers, lets his head rest against yours. "It is."
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stormyelliotwritez · 22 days
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Hey could you write batfam x male reader who is Jason's secret brother? Like batfam as in Bruce, dick, Jason, Tim and Damian, and like after Jason's death and resurrection they finally figure out that Jason had an older brother? Jason hardly remebers him because 1. He died and his memories are a bit fuzzy and 2. He was very young when he last saw his brother. I feel like the male reader took care of Jason, but at some point to try and give Jason a better life he left for sile shady work that promised a good amount of money, that would help Jason stay afloat? And after the batfam find out they obviously try to find him, and Bruce obviously tries to adopt him (even if he's an adult) so he can be reunited with his brother
yes yes yesssss. I was just going to write headcanons but I ended up with too many ideas so have a mini fic! I don't have the best grasp on the whole resurrection part coz I haven't read under the red so that'll be a bit vague. I'm so sorry this took so long. I got crazy writers block but here it is. Tell me if you want more of them or like headcanons because I'm lowkey obsessed with Jason having an older brother.
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"Hey Bruce, why isn't Jason the first Todd that comes up when you look up Todd death report?" Dick asked as he walked into the Batcave and sat down on the table behind Bruce.
Bruce turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. He had no idea what his son was talking about as he'd never looked up the reports. He knew his son had died and he hadn't wanted to know anything more. He'd failed his son, and he didn't want to be reminded of it.
"He's the only Todd I'm aware of," Bruce turned his chair around and looked at his eldest son, "Jason doesn't have any relatives."
Dick turned his laptop around and right at the top of the report, it said Y/N Todd. The cause of death just said explosion and body not found.
"Does that sound suspicious to you as well, Bruce?" Dick asked as he leaned forwards slightly.
"Go ask Tim to look more into it," Bruce turned his chair back around, "and don't tell Jason. We've only just got him to stay so there's no need to spook him."
Dick nodded and then walked out of the Batcave.
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A few days had passed, and Dick hadn’t brought it up to Bruce again. He had gone and asked Tim though and sworn him to secrecy. He didn’t talk to Jason much, so it wasn’t that hard anyways.
Jason was sitting in the library when Dick came in and seemed to be second guessing himself.
“You don’t read,” Jason said bluntly without looking up from his copy of Pride and Prejudice.
“I totally read,” Dick stumbled through the sentence as he walked over and sat down on an armchair opposite from Jason, “What are you reading anyways?”
Jason looked up at him, confused. What the fuck is Dick on, was all he was thinking. Dick was being nice, and he was normally nice, but this was awkward. This was like the same level of awkward he’d been for the first few days that Jason had been living at Wayne Manor. He had been so confident but also such a nervous wreck.
“Pride and Prejudice. Did you get sprayed with some drug on patrol?” Jason asked as he looked his older brother up and down.
“Nope nopity nope. I just wanted to hang out with you,” Dick said as though that explained why he was more skittish than a newborn kitten.
Jason nodded and then went back to reading. “I don’t remember him that much,” he said offhandedly as Dick went to stand up.
“How did you-” Dick said as he swung around and almost tripped over his feet.
“Tim talks a lot when he’s tired and you’re holding a coffee that he so desperately wants,” Jason replied with a shrug.
Dick’s jaw dropped. “You’re not mad that I’m snooping in your business? When you were little, I touched one of your first edition books and you cried for days.”
Jason’s head turned to look at Dick in two seconds flat. “I what?”
Dick’s eyebrow raised as he stared blankly at his little brother. “You don’t remember?”
The two of them stood silently as they processed what had been said. Jason hadn’t thought he’d lost that much. Dick hadn’t realized that either. He hadn’t realized Jason had lost anything. They didn’t talk much. Talking hurts and they’re both fragile which is seeming to be a trend in this family. (Bruce pay for therapy challenge???)
They stayed in silence for a few minutes before the door opened again and Damian walked in.
“Tim snitched. Your brother worked for some gang guy in Star City until he somehow quit. He’s back in Gotham for the next two weeks staying with,” Damian looked down at his phone and raised an eyebrow, “Selina?”
“How does Tim still keep his identity secret? Wait, so like dads on-off girlfriend, Selina?” Dick asked as he looked at their youngest brother with his eyebrows raised.
“Do we know any other Selinas, big bird?” Jason asked as his head swivelled to look in Dicks direction again.
Dick shrugged and seemed to be thinking. “So, we could just call Selina and ask about your mysterious brother?” He said observantly.
Damian sighed in frustration. “Yes, lets just call up Selina and ask her if she’s hosting Jason’s supposed to be dead brother!”
“It’s a good idea,” Dick tried to protest as he looked to Jason for backup. Jason raised his hands as if to say nope don’t involve me.
“No, it’s not. It’s really surprising that you’re not father’s actual son. You’re both stupid,” Damian replied as he scrolled on his phone until he found what he was looking for. His face lit up and he showed the screen. “There’s a gala on tomorrow. Selinas bound to go just to flirt with father, and she’ll probably take Y/N.”
“Ok, that is a better idea than mine,” Dick muttered as he crossed his arms and sulked.
“All of demon brats ideas are better than yours, Dickybird,” Jason said as he sat back down and reopened his book.
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The night of the gala couldn’t come quick enough. Bruce was sitting at the kitchen table in his suit a good hour before they had to go and at that point, he wished he’d hadn’t broken his earbuds the day before. Jason and Tim were shouting at each other in the main first floor bathroom and Damian was about to tackle Dick for making him wear a blue tie. Cass and Steph were on a video chat with Barbs because she was currently at a tech conference so couldn’t make it.
Five minutes before they had to leave, Damian ran out of some room with Dick chasing him. Jason and Tim both tried to run out of the bathroom door at the same time, so Tim slammed into the wall. Steph and Cass walked calmy into the kitchen and laughed at the boys running rampant. Duke had offered to go on patrol solely because he didn’t want to go to the gala.
They all left the mansion and clambered into multiple cars.
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The gala was bustling, and Bruce made his entrance followed by his entourage of children. The questions started up, but all Jason could think about was whether his older brother was there. Dick was standing close to him and swatting away any stuffy aristocrats who wanted to say how much he looked like the Wayne son who had died as a child.
Tim dragged his feet across the gala to where Dick and Jason were standing. He flopped onto the chair next to Jason and slammed his head down onto the table.
“No coffee?” Dick asked as he leaned against the wall and death stared another aristocrat who wanted their weekly Wayne drama fix.
“When have any of these events ever had coffee and I’m too young to drink and also Y/N is at the bar,” Tim rambled as he sat up straight and rubbed sleep out of his eyes.
“You’re like 18, I was drinking from like 15,” Jason started before his brain caught up with the whole sentence, “The bar?”
Tim nodded and fell forwards again. Dick put his hand out at a speed that could rival Wally and caught his younger brothers head. He nodded at Jason who jumped out of his chair and started briskly walking towards the bar.
At the bar, there sat a guy who looked to be in his 30s with bright red hair. A champagne glass was seated in front of him, and he was staring off into space.
Jason walked over and sat down next to him. He didn’t say anything but instead asked the bartender for a gin and tonic and glanced next to him. Y/N looked just like the fuzzy memories he had of him.
“You new around here?” Jason asked as he waited for the bartender to finish his drink.
The guy who was most likely his older brother didn’t say anything in response. He just sighed and sipped his champagne.
“Haven’t seen you at one of these before. You, uh, came with Ms Kyle?”
The guy gave him a nod in response as he rolled up his sleeves slightly. Jason looked down and saw the burn scar from when they’d been making pasta when he was little. His jaw dropped slightly before he recovered quickly. This was absolutely his older brother so what was he supposed to do now?
“I’m Jason Wayne,” he said so as to not spook Y/N.
“Y/N Todd,” Y/N glanced at Jason, “You look like someone I used to know. Have we met before?”
Jason laughed nervously. “If you’ve come to a gala before, probably.”
“Yeah, probably,” Y/N stood up from the chair, “Well I think Selina wanted an early night so I should go. Nice meeting you.”
Jason sighed as his older brother walked away. He downed his gin and tonic before standing up and walking over to where Dick was still sitting with Tim. He sat down on a free chair and leaned his head on the table.
“So?” Dick asked cautiously as he moved his hand out from under Tim’s forehead.
“He’s my brother,” Jason said tiredly.
Dick gasped and leaned in closer. “So, what you going to do about that, little bird?”
“No idea,” Jason said as he sighed.
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A few days later, Jason was sitting in the library again when Tim ran inside. Jason looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow expectantly.
“He’s been spotted. Cass saw him. Dick’s waiting for you at Wayne Industries,” Tim said out of breath.
Jason placed his book down and ran out of the library. He sprinted down to the Batcave and got changed into his suit. He ran to his bike and pulled out of the cave. He drove down the highways and roads and felt the wind pushing against him. It felt just like how when he was younger, and it was just him and his older brother against the world. He flew down streets and side alleys. He pulled up in front of Wayne Industries and saw Dick sitting on a brick wall nearby. Their comms crackled to life.
“Cass has him and Selina on the roof of Wayne Industries, come on,” Dick said before he ran at the building and started scaling it.
Jason followed suite. The two of them made it to the top in record time and looked around. Cass waved from where she was standing and chatting to Selina. Jason’s older brother was leaning against the staircase door with a frown on his face as he glanced around.
Jason watched him for a moment. He had red hair just like how he did when he didn’t dye it. He was wearing a leather jacket like he did. He had a mask on which resembled the Robin one but not fully. It looked more like a masquerade mask. He was wearing boots, a pair that looked like ones Jason remembered sitting by their childhood apartments door. His older brother looked just like he remembered but also nothing like the teenager he’d idolized.
There was a scar above his eye. There was a necklace around his neck with a black rock. His hair was short and clipped, unlike when they were younger,
 and it sat above his shoulders. He looked so grumpy. Jason had never seen his older brother look that annoyed. He’d always been patient and kind.
“Selina, can we go? I didn’t come all this way just to stand around and chat with your boytoys kids,” Y/N said loudly, interrupting Jason’s thoughts.
Selina turned from Cass and scoffed. “Yeah, you came so far, all the way from Star City and your sad little retail job,” she said sarcastically before turning back to Cass.
Y/N rolled his eyes and finally noticed Jason and Dick. “He has more? How many of you vigilantes are there? Does he grow you in like a lab?”
“One of us was actually,” Dick said as he took a step forward, so he stood in front of Jason, once a protective big brother, always a protective big brother.
“Long story? Yeah, I’m getting used to that,” Y/N shook his head before he glanced at Jason, “What you staring at me like that for?”
Jason tilted his head slightly before taking off his helmet which caused Dick to groan.
“Secret identities, little bird,” Dick said annoyed as he slapped his forehead.
“Oh, shut up,” Jason stepped around Dick, “It’s me, Jason.”
Y/N took a step back and slammed against the wall. “You’re dead.”
Cass turned from where she was talking to Selina and rolled her eyes before resuming their conversation.
“Surprise?” Jason said with jazz hands. “I think we’ve got a lot to talk about.”
Y/N nodded and took off his mask. “Yeah, I think we do.”
                                    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two weeks later…
Y/N, Bruce and Jason were sitting around the manor’s dining table. Bruce was leaned forwards and staring Y/N down. Jason was leaned back and smiling. He hadn’t stopped since he got Y/N back. Y/N looked like he was about to run out of the room.
“Jason, tell your creepy dad he can’t adopt me. I’m a grown ass man who isn’t going anywhere anyways,” He said as he scooted his chair slightly further away from Bruce.
“Hey, he’s still trying to figure out if he can adopt me and I’m legally dead,” Jason said as he raised his hands in mock surrender.
“So am I!” His brother replied exasperatedly.
“I already adopted you, Jason,” Bruce leaned back in his chair, “Found a technicality.”
Jason turned quickly to face his dad. “Ok, you cannot just drop that in conversation, old man.”
Bruce stood up from his chair. “I’m not even 50 yet. You’ve gotta stop calling me that.”
Jason smiled and shook his head. “I’ll call you what I want, Bruce.”
Bruce smiled to himself and walked out of the room. The older Todd leaned closer to Jason and smiled.
“Your family is weird, Jase,” he said with a chuckle.
“Our family actually, big brother,” Jason said with a wide grin as he stood up from his chair. “Wanna go for a ride?”
His big brother jumped out of his chair and smiled. “I bet my bike goes faster than yours.”
The two of them ran towards the manors front door with the widest grins.
Up on the staircase, Bruce stood as he watched them with a smile. Alfred walked up behind him with a smile and tapped him on the shoulder.
“You must stop adopting all these children, Master Bruce,” he said quietly.
“He makes Jason happy, doesn’t he?” Bruce asked.
Alfred pondered for a moment before replying.
“Yes, he does, Master Bruce. That doesn’t mean Master Jason doesn’t still need his father though,” Alfred said, his voice full of care and love for the two of them.
Bruce nodded as he heard the motorbikes start outside. He then smiled and walked off to attend to his work.
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What an incredible first week of dronarry! Here is the roundup of all the amazing works we’ve shared so far. We’re giving you the Sunday off to catch up if you haven't yet! And we want to send a huge THANK YOU to our wonderful readers for all the comments and kudos you’ve been sending. Keep them coming and stay tuned for week two!
[FIC] Some Nights || E || 23k || by @thecouchsofa
Ron fucks up his Silencing Charms in the dorms one night. Then Malfoy does. The rest, as they say, is history. 
💭 Came for the filth stayed for the feels. And the filth. Scorching hot, funny as fuck, got me curling my toes so hard my whole leg cramped. - emsuemsu
💭 This is so incredibly perfect, like the smut is perfect but Harry’s cluelessness and excitement is amazing and Ron just rolling with the punches…needless to say I’ve already read it more than once - marebear723
[FIC] Hear Me Out || E || 5k || by @rainstormradish
“I know this is all just a big joke to you,” whispered Draco, his lips inches from Ron’s ear, his breath on his neck, his hips pressed against him, Merlin, “but I need you to fucking commit to the bit here, Ron.”
💭 I am burning UP. i love how distinct each of their characters are. And the tension???? God, they’re all so sexy. - lostinyourcostellation
💭 Scorching hot! Absolutely love this premise & the way you carried it out here felt sooo good. Wonderfully done :) - thestarryknight
[ART] Signing The Forever Bond || G || by @digthewriter
No fanfare adorned their sacred moment, no gaze of a world eager to witness, for they sought not the spotlight's glow but rather the quiet dance of shared hearts. And some paperwork.
💭 I adore long hair Dronarry! What beautiful patterns and color, and I love their comfortable closeness and contentment. adore long hair Dronarry! What beautiful patterns and color, and I love their comfortable closeness and contentment. -schmem_14
💭  This is so gorgeous! I'm obsessed with ALL the details. Bearded Draco! There isn't enough Bearded!Draco content, honestly. - sleepstxtic
[FIC] Permanent || M || 14k || by @citrusses
"Harry's always been fixated on older men. Have you ever noticed that, Ron?” Granger asks. “Have I ever noticed—Hermione, we’ve lived with the bloke for years! He doesn’t bring them home much, but I’m not blind. I see who he’s shagging.” “And David, an older man, tells Harry ‘Saviour Complex’ Potter he needs him to save the world?” “He didn’t stand a chance,” Ron agrees. “Fascinating,” Draco says, in a strangled voice.
💭 I love this so much. I can't wait to reread it. What a gorgeous fucking fic with beautiful, agonising detail and introspection. - TheGoblinMatriarch
💭 Omg I don’t want to be that person BUT I COULD READ 300K OF THIS it was brilliant! - Moonflower_Rose
[FIC] These Foolish Little Games || E || 8.5k || by @schmem14
Thanks to a falling out between Harry and Ron, Draco can finally get together with Harry, have the most spectacular and inappropriate office sex, and enjoy Weasley-free weekends out. Life is perfect. So why does he have the nagging feeling he should get the estranged best friends to patch things up?
💭 Incredibly steamy, love the setup of a Ron/Harry fight and Draco’s scheming ❤️❤️❤️❤️ - citrusses
💭 yesssss - i am always here for the under the desk shenanigans. Lol at how easily they convinced Ron. There was no hope for him 😂 - MaesterChill
[FIC] Edging into His Heart || E || 5k || by @chelsiewhitlock & diplobeanz
Stuck on a long stakeout, Draco has reached the end of his patience with Ron Weasley's rule. In an effort to make the best of the situation, he decides to push the boundaries and past the edge of propriety. Shenanigans ensue.
💭  THIS is the Draco Ron dynamic I’m here for 😍 this story was fucking hot, and that tantric spell thingy oh, my… 🥵 - schmem_14
💭 wowww the dynamics you have going on here!!! 100/10 will be thinking about forever.  - fluxweed
[FIC] People Are Boring || E || 14.3k || by @starquestingfordrarry
“Alright, what’s your terrible news?” Draco braces himself on Harry’s desk. “Weasley’s hot.” “You’ll have to be more specific, there are a lot of hot Weasleys.” Draco makes a strangled, groaning sound in his throat. “The Weasley. Weasel. Weasel-by. Your Weasley.” Harry’s heart jumps to his throat, and his stomach drops to his shoes. “Ron’s back?”
💭 THAT.WAS. DMCJSKDKCJDH. I was excited, my heart ached at one point, I cried, then screeched, this really did have it all 🔥 - Jaqie
💭 So softly angsty then so tender then so sexy. This dynamic just works beautifully, and your Ron is 🔥🔥🔥 - gr8k8
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I need more protective Eddie munson in my life! 😫 could you maybe do a request for me where she just got a car and they're driving around and maybe get into a wreck? Then he's a wreck bc he's worried about her.
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tags: Eddie x fem!reader, descriptions of blood and physical injuries, heavy angst at the beginning but happy ending, lots of fluff don't worry, your friends being awesome (Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan), Hopper being a protective father figure as always, light descriptions of weed usage, inaccurate descriptions of what happens in an ER.....
☆ word count: 3.2K+ ☆
a/n: omg anon yesssss - I changed the prompt a teeny bit to make the story work but I loved this idea and I loved being able to write worried/protective Eddie 😭😘
⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️
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Eddie's leaning by the side of his trailer, watching lazily as whispy puffs of air from the end of his lit joint disappear into the night sky. It's a quiet night and there's not much on his mind - maybe except for the date he's planned with you tomorrow, and the adorable way you'd smiled when he'd revealed that he'd planned a picnic for the two of you.
The silence is then interrupted when he hears the horrible sounds of tires screeching by the road. Eddie frowns - it's nine pm on a Tuesday, who could be in such a rush?
Then Steve appears from the clearing in between the trees, running like a madman, frantically looking around at the rows of trailers before his eyes narrow in on Eddie. Eddie quickly disregards his joint and places steadying hands on Steve's shoulders, attempting to calm his friend down.
"Woah, Harrington, what's the rush-"
"(Y/n)." is all Steve can get out in between harsh breaths, doubling over and breathing harshly in pain as he's out of breath. Eddie's veins go ice cold at the mention of your name, his mind immediately flipping through the worst scenarios imaginable as his hands drop involuntarily.
"W-what about her?"
"There was an accident. She's in the emergency room and they're not letting any of us fucking see her because we're not family-"
Before Steve can even finish his sentence Eddie is dashing to his van and pulling out from the driveway, his only focus on reaching the hospital in record time. He's not sure how many traffic laws he's violating as he swerves corners, cuts off vehicles and runs red lights, but he can't find it in himself to give a single fuck. There's an anxious ringing in his head, a pit forming in his stomach, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight that his skin is turning red.
When he finally bursts into the hospital room, Steve's quick to follow, having followed behind Eddie in his own vehicle. It's not hard to locate the others - Robin is pacing back and forth anxiously, Jonathan is sitting next to Nancy and trying to comfort her, and Hopper is desperately trying to get the nurse to let them see you. It's an absolute mess of nervous adults, the tension in the room thick, as Eddie quickly runs up to Hopper and taps him on the shoulder.
"What's going on?" he asks the older man, who sighs in frustration.
"Since her parents are out of town and being her emergency contact isn't enough to grant access, they're not letting me in to see her."
The nurse behind them both frowns, an apologetic smile on her tired face.
"I'm really sorry, sir, but it's standard procedure that during intensive surgery we limit visitors to immediate family members. Though, if you and your party are willing to wait, we'll be able to let you in once she's in a more stable state."
"How long will that take?" Robin asks, to which the nurse looks down at her notes before looking back up.
"It'll depend on how the current surgery goes... but it's not uncommon for it to take about five to six hours."
Eddie's blood is burning, he feels as if he can't breathe - you're in some cold dark room, on the brink of your life, being prodded and operated on. And they want him to wait five to six hours before he can hold your hand and assure you it's all going to be okay? It's a horrific thought, one he can't bear.
Hopper gives up, nodding quietly before sitting back down to thumb through a random magazine on the waiting room table, but Eddie's persistent. A dangerous idea then creeps into his mind.
"Could I see (Y/n) (L/n), please?" he asks quietly, causing the nurse raises her eyebrow in suspicision.
"Your relationship to the patient?" she questions and Eddie hopes she can't see through his next lie.
"She's my fiancée."
The lie rolls off his tongue too easily and he can feel Hopper and his friends' suprised gazes burn into his back, as Eddie smiles and gestures to the ring on his right hand: golden metal with a bumblebee shaped ornament in the middle. He'd gotten you a matching one for your birthday last year, and you'd jokingly put it on your ring finger when Eddie had teased it wasn't your engagement ring 'yet.'
"She has an identical one on her left hand. We got engaged last December." Eddie continues as the nurse narrows her eyes at the ring.
The nurse then turns to whisper to another employee, who nods before disappearing into the back room. After a few tense minutes, the employee returns, nodding and confirming that you indeed look to be wearing an engagement ring matching Eddie's.
"Alright then. You'll have to stay behind the red line, but you're allowed to observe her from afar. But you must leave if any of the doctors order you to do so."
Eddie shoots a confident look at his friends - assuring them that he'll be fine and that he'll keep them updated on your condition - before wordlessly following behind the nurse, his body nearly shaking with anxiety. The room he's led to feels miles away, the sterile stench of disenfectant and harsh cleaning products filling the air as he walks down the endless white corridor. Finally, the nurse stops, before opening up a set of doors leading to the surgery room.
His heart feels as if a dagger's been plunged into it with the greatest force imaginable. Through the glass window separating him from the actual room, he can make out your face - bruised, scratched, your hair matted with blood - and almost nothing else as the rest of your body is practically covered under blankets of surgical tarp. There's a whole team of people rushing around you with all kinds of equipment, an IV machine dripping fluids into your left arm and your heartbeat monitor beeping obnoxiously.
Eddie swallows nervously when he sees that there's so much blood. He doesn't know if you've broken any bones or what the extent of the damage is, but the amount of blood staining the sheets is enough of an indicator. When his eyes narrow in on the little glint on your finger - the gold ring on your left hand - it breaks him, sending him to his knees as he breaks down in tears.
It's pathetic, really, he berates himself for crying in public. But he hasn't ever felt this hopeless, at the mercy of fate, begging time to go faster so he can hold your hand again and whipser in your ears to come back to him. He doesn't know how much time passes until he's completely out of tears, staring dead-eyed at his reflection, half-consciously registering the nurse's comment that he needs to leave now.
When Eddie drags himself back to the waiting room, the room stills. Hopper is the first to stand up, alarm in his eyes, as everyone else turns to look at Eddie. It's a completely unfamiliar sight to them, seeing Eddie cry, and it puts them all on edge.
"What's the news? How's she doing?"
Eddie lets out a shaky sigh, screaming at himself to keep his shit together. You had people who cared about you and were worrying about you, the least he could do was manage to say what he saw.
"They were... doing all these things to her. God, Hopper, she looks awful. There's so much blood and she looked so... lifeless, just laying there. I don't even-" Eddie wants to remain calm, he wants to say that you looked worse for wear but that you'd probably pull through, but the words feel foreign and difficult.
He doesn't know if it's too optimistic to say but he thinks it'll all work out, or if it's too late to try and save the mood. All he can feel is the crushing weight on his chest, and suddenly the entire room feels too small for him.
"I-I need to get out. Call me if anything changes." is all Eddie can blurt out before sprinting out the door, leaning against the hospital wall with heavy breaths.
It's a cold night and he's glad for it, the chilly breeze soothing his flaming skin as he slides down onto the pavement. He's spiraling and catastrophizing when he feels a gentle hand on his shoulder, bringing him back to reality. To his surprise, it's Nancy, who sits down on the cold pavement next to him, Jonathan's jacket wrapped around her shoulders.
"It's okay to cry, you know." she starts out, glancing at him from the corner of her eyes.
"I know." Eddie responds quietly, staring at the ground.
She smiles at him sadly.
"Seriously though. If you need to cry, vent, scream, throw something, let your emotions out... as long as you're not hurting anyone or yourself, it's fine. And even necessary in moments like these."
Eddie nods slowly, allowing her logical advice to register in his brain as he leans backwards against the harsh brick wall. He doesn't have much to offer her in terms of company or conversation but she seems to be understanding of it, simply keeping him company in silence.
"Thank you." is all he can manage to say in return. She smiles, this time a bit brighter.
"Of course."
After about half an hour, Eddie feels calm enough to re-enter, where the nurse is now back with an update.
"The surgery went well, but there are some additional procedures that need to be performed in order to make sure her vitals are steady. I'm afraid this is going to be a process which lasts a few days."
Eddie opens his mouth to object but Hopper cuts in as the oldest, giving the younger man a commanding glare.
"Of course. We'll swing by when we have time. Please call me if there are any significant updates." is Hopper's polite response.
Everyone then gets up to leave except for Eddie, who takes off his leather jacket and forces himself to get comfortable in a nearby chair. Steve raises an eyebrow.
"Shouldn't you be heading home? You heard the nurse, this could last a few days."
Eddie forces a grin, shaking his head.
"I know, I'll... I'm just going to stay a bit longer, and then I'll head home. You all go ahead first."
It's a lie and once everyone leaves, Eddie falls asleep at around two am out of pure exhaustion, his neck awkwardly leaning against the window. He wakes up at around six then forces himself to go to the nearest gas station to grab a shitty breakfast, then he's back to his spot in the waiting room.
Over the next few days, he sees your friends visit here and there. Steve and Robin drop by after their shift at Family Video, both of them trying to coax Eddie to get some proper sleep, but Eddie refuses and insists that he's getting 'good enough sleep' here on that plastic chair. Hopper drops by every few hours, a sad look on his face when he sees that Eddie is almost always there, in the same spot, looking absolutely miserable. Nancy and Jonathan bring along a basket of food when they next visit and hand it off to Eddie, which Eddie accepts gratefully. It seemed that word had gotten around that Eddie hasn't left the waiting room since your accident.
Eddie's grateful that Nancy and Jonathan at the very least don't push him to leave, though he can tell by their pitying gaze and gentle questions that they're worried about him. But Eddie doesn't care. He can't stand the thought of not being here when you're finally stable and awake, and he's not even sure if he'll be able to sleep much if he drives back home and falls into his own bed.
The only form of entertainment in the ER waiting room - bar the occasional arguments between family members sitting next to him and the countertop magazines stacked on the tables - is the small television hung by the counter, stuck on the same channel 24/7. Right now, it's playing a re-run of the Golden Girls, and a sad smile appears on Eddie's face as he's reminded of how much you love that show.
Eddie then feels a light tap on his shoulder, the same nurse from three days ago standing in front of him with a bright smile on her face. It's a remarkably different expression to how she's been looking over at him and the others the past few days: sadness, worry and sympathy.
"She's awake and stable. Would you like to see-"
"Yes!" Eddie practically shouts, interrupting the rest of the nurse's sentence and attracting the rest of the room's attention. He coughs awkwardly, realizing that he's probably being a bit rude. "Please."
The walk to your room is short and you're lying against a semi-propped bed, thumbing through a book with a bored expression on your face. The call from the nurse that you've got a visitor makes you look up from your book, your heart thundering in excitement when your eyes fall onto Eddie's perfect face.
"Eddie-"
He's quick to run to you and hug you tight, loosening his grip when you pat his shoulder gently with a laugh, reminding him that you're still a bit sore. He blushes in embarassment, weakening his hold but not letting you go as his hands gently cradle your face. He turns your face in every single angle imaginable, as if examining your skin for any visible damage.
"How are you feeling? Does anything hurt? Did you break anything? Do you want anything? I can run down to the van and drive to-" he's rambling like a crazed man, his eyes methodically scanning you up and down whilst he's listing every little thing you could ever need.
It's not until you softly squeeze his hand that he stops.
"I'm fine, Eddie. I have a fractured rib and a concussion, but the worst of it is over. I'm on medication and I feel fine." you reassure him, dragging your thumb over his palm to remind him of your presence. Eddie doesn't seem fully convinced, however, before he's rattling off again.
"Okay, then how about food? Are you hungry? Thirsty?"
You chuckle, pointing to the bedside table with a half-empty tray and glass of water.
"It's a hospital, Eddie. They've been taking care of me just fine."
He pouts at that, scooting closer towards you.
"That's supposed to be my job."
Eddie looks like a wounded puppy, his gaze a mix of worry and adoration, and it makes your heart melt at how sweet your boyfriend is. You lick your lips and then press a chaste kiss on his lips, hoping he doesn't realize how dry your lips are.
"You've done more than enough, babe. I heard that you've been camping out in the waiting room the past few days." you tease, which makes Eddie chuckle.
"Couldn't stand the thought of being far away from you, princess. Besides, it was kind of fun. Like a really... shitty camping trip."
The warm atmosphere in the room turns semi-chaotic again when you notice Hopper and all your friends rushing into the room, Steve holding an awkwardly large 'get well soon' boquet of flowers and Robin and Nancy being the first to tackle you in a group hug, Robin practically shoving Eddie out of the way. Eddie would complain, but it's clear that your closest friends have been just as worried as he's been, so he decides to let it be.
"Aw, you guys shouldn't have." you chuckle, accepting a box of chocolates from Jonathan and a card from Hopper. They all interrogate you similar to Eddie - how you're feeling, if anything hurts, if you need anything - and it makes you smile so much to the point your face hurts.
"We're so glad to see that you're okay now, (Y/n). We were all so worried." Hopper notes, leaning against the railings of your bed. Steve then chuckles, shooting a not so subtle glance at Eddie.
"Yeah, but Eddie worried the most. Even broke the rules to see you."
You raise your eyebrows at that, ignoring Eddie's protests to drop the topic.
"Do tell - what did my loving boyfriend do whilst I was gone?" you question, amused.
"Eddie told the nurse that he was your fiancée in order to see you whilst you were still in surgery." Nancy tells you with a teasing smile, causing you to cock your head in confusion.
"How did he-" you cut yourself off, your right hand automatically going to grasp the golden ring on your left hand. The action and the clear realization dawning on your face makes everyone break out in laughter, minus Eddie, who is blushing furiously from the corner of the room.
After half an hour, the nurse comes in to dismiss everyone, though she tells Eddie that he can stay a bit longer as the fiancée. None of your friends correct the nurse, all of them winking and giggling behind the nurse's back, before you turn around to look at Eddie. He's staring right at the floor, playing with his rings whilst avoiding looking at you.
"Eddie." you call out his name.
"Hm?" he asks, but he's still looking at the floor and his cheeks are still red. You sigh, patting the space next to you in bed.
"Come here, please."
He gingerly shuffles into the space next to you in bed, as you rest your head on his shoulder and pull up the hand with the matching golden ring in front of you. Playing with his matching ring, you smile.
"You're absolutely adorable, you know that? Lying to see little old me?" your tone is light-hearted and Eddie grumbles.
"Was not adorable. It was a life or death situation." he pouts, and you laugh, patting his thigh.
"Okay, I'm sorry for teasing, babe. What I meant was that I think it's really sweet that you camped out for nights outside in the waiting room and that you lied to be able to see me quicker."
A few moments of silence passes and Eddie carefully shifts in his place to look down at you. You look a bit tired - that's to be expected - but now under the golden sunlight streaming through the curtains, your face is vibrant and illuminated. Your hair's framing your face perfectly, your skin is warm against his, and your delicate fingers are drawing circles into his hand. Something shifts in him, he's not too sure what, but his gut tells him it's right.
"It doesn't have to be a lie." Eddie gently suggests, making your back straighten in surprise.
"W-what?"
Eddie takes a deep breath before pulling you off of him carefully.
"I love you. You love me. And the past few days have taught me time is fleeting and I can't take our time together for granted. So..." he shifts nervously beside you, before linking his hands with yours and kissing your palm. "What do you say? Wanna be my real fiancée?"
This time it's Eddie telling you to loosen up your grip when you bring him down for a crushing hug, extending your arms around his neck and nodding furiously into the crevice of his chest.
"Yes, yes, 100% yes."
His smile is blinding - pure, unadultered joy - before his signature smirk returns, pointing to your ring.
"Well, technically you already said yes, but a 100% yes is good too."
You roll your eyes but he cuts you off with a kiss, gentle and sweet, his teeth biting your lower lip. It makes you dizzy and hot all at once and the rest of the hospital room melts away in a euphoric haze, the only sensation being Eddie against you.
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-> a/n: UGH I AM SUCH A SUCKER FOR HAPPY ENDINGS AND FLUFF uwu also please excuse the fact that most of this wouldn't happen irl in terms of hospital operations and who can see who I just needed the story to work a certain way lmao. If you enjoyed it, please leave a like/comment/reblog so I know to write more :)
❤️ Drink water, nourish your body and be kind to yourself today ❤️
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armin-supremacy · 2 years
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pov : bunny event, but make it MC
pairing: brothers(seperate)x gn!mc
prompt: for this years event, Diavolo thought it would be exciting for MC + datables to take control of the bunny event, leaving the brothers to relax this go around.
format: headcannon
genre: fluff ¿
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You bustled around, the bunny ears atop your head bouncing cutely at the very slight skip in your step. Solomon pulled through, the spell going just as planned for the event.
To say you were having an amazing time was an understatement. Though it was supposed to be work and service, you found enjoyment mingling around.
"Enjoy!"
You placed the drink down in front of the demon you had been asked to serve, practically bouncing away with a smile. "MC!"
You turned at the sound of your name with a smile, one of your ears sticking up similar to a real bunny who was on alert. You squealed in excitement and all but began to hurry over. "You made it!"
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a simp
undercover tho
lowkey gets jealous at how cute you're acting with other customers
dont you fret tho
hes got it covered
oh would you look at that, hes a vip customer now
srry other customers
gotta serve luci-lu only for the rest of the event
just HAPPENS to be in the fine print of membership oops
smug ass
that power kink gonna surge
will 100% throw in teasing comments
subtly tho
you nearly miss them
will try his hardest not to lose the cool when you tease back
again, subtly tho.
we got a subtle king here, alright?
pls ask him for a carrot
he'll die.
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will tease the ever living shit outta you
"no, no you blew the kiss wrong. you can do better than that, one more time-"
mans cant hide his jealousy when he sees how cute you are with other customers as well
wont hide it tbh
youre his mc so what the hell are you doing bestie?
you should be focusing on him
your first
duh
most def will watch out for you tho
dont want no demon getting any 'ideas'
makes you work for a carrot
wink, blow a kiss, speak in a cute voice, etc
dying on the inside, annoying asf on the outside
cant hide that blush tho, nice try
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yesssss finally a bunbun mc
hes dying, youre so cute
has been waiting to see you like this
make the garnish on his drink/snack a heart.
do it.
he will m e l t
gets hella flustered
definitely dying
all you did was call him master ???? it was asmo's 'servicing advice'
didnt mean to tease oops
take a selfie with him
please.
he never wants to forget this
will most likely info dump on how this reminds him of an anime called 'the seven demon brothers get pampered by cute bunny waitress/waiter/etc" or somethin like that
check on him multiple times throughout the evening
let this man soak up bunny mc for as long as he can, kay?
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wanted cat mc instead
jk dont worry
but thats def something he wants to see
MOVING ON
another lowkey jealous ass simp
huffy boy
give him attention now.
now.
gives lil praise
"this tastes so good"
"the ears suit you nicely"
congrats! you got a carrot!
smile at him
please.
even from afar
just a small one
he loves it.
gets ptsd when the twister mat is whipped out
you kick ass tho, hes proud.
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pics pics P I C S
prepare to be devildom famous
hes gonna make sure of it bestie, good luck
shamlessly makes request after request
"mc, can you blow a kiss?"
"perfect, now say 'asmo, i love you!' as cutely as you can"-
showers you with compliments
youre so cute how dare you
tease him
he loves it
will tease back
cause why not
mans is having the time of his life ohmygod
let him feed you this damn carrot-
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we all know beel loves cute, soft things
absolutely smitten
ask him if he wants to touch your ears
flash him your lil bunno tail
he loves it
def will check on you multiple times during the evening
pls dont overwork yourself
keep the drinks and snacks coming, dont ask him if he needs/wants more
just do it
he finds it so sweet
you know him so well
garnish with a heart or cute message
yay, another carrot!
compliments how cute you look
doesn't bother requesting anything
doesnt need to
youre cute all on your own
gets really happy if you blow him a kiss tho
do it again.
thats not a request.
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twister mat ptsd pt 2
i love him sm but
such a little shit ohmygod
ya know how hes cannon-ingly the most cheeky brother?
exactly.
"if you can make the heart perfect, ill give you a carrot~"
you dont get the heart perfect
its still cute tho
gives you the carrot regardless
makes it his mission to see how flustered he can make you
sucks for him, cause he gets flustered cause youre a master at comebacks hehe
oh how the turn tables turn
watches you with other customers
not as jealous as Lu, Mamms, and Satan but will def make a comment
give him special treatment, hes the bby of the boys.
its law.
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my very first headcannon! its a bit rough, im still trying to get into the feel of writing certain formats but i hope you enjoyed regardless~
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i-cant-sing · 1 year
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Okay but imagine platonic yandere surgeon dabi who’s your dad and you try to pretend to be sick to get out of doing something or so that you don’t have to go to school and lawyer hawks is like oh no my poor baby is sick but surgeon dabi sees right through your act 😭
YESSSSS OMG FINALLY A GOOD ASK FOR THEM💖💖💖💖
Okay so let's set the scene:
Keigo and Dabi have plans for dinner and wanna take you out with them, and you don't want to go because you wanna sneak out and go to a party or something, but since that's not going to fly with them, you decide to fake being sick.
"Y/n? Sweetie are you ready- oh hun! What's wrong?" Keigo asked when he walked into your room, immediately concerned when he found you under the covers.
Alright, time for an Oscar worthy performance.
You slowly peaked your head out from the sheets, groaning at "sharp" lights. Barely opening your eyes, you sniffled.
"I'm sick."
Keigo's eyes widened and in a second, the first had become a coddling mother who just needed to shield you, her sick little Victorian child on the verge of death, from the bad air.
He climbed onto the bed next to you, pulling you against him and felt your warm forehead (classic "hair dryer" trick), cooing when you whined at his "too cold" hand.
"Aww my poor baby! Don't worry, I'm right here!" Keigo cooed, wiping the "sweat" of your forehead (which was just some water spray). "I'm gonna have your dad come in. DABI!"
Dabi walked in his suit, hair combed back and nothing to cover the bags under his eyes. "What?"
"What do you mean "what"? OUR BABY- oh sorry princess, too loud, hm? Dabi, our baby is sick!"
Dabi raised a brow at you, and you instinctively coughed, making him narrow his eyes at you.
"Why don't you check her while I bring her something to eat and find some painkillers?" Keigo said before running out of the room.
"So... what's wrong with you?" Dabi asked as he walked upto you. You glared at him before coughing. "Isn't that your job to figure out?"
"Clearly not sick enough for sarcasm. Come on, let's go."
"No, no-" you coughed again. "-I don't feel well. I'm feverish and my head hurts."
Dabi hummed as he placed a hand on your forehead. "Its not too warm. I can get a thermometer. Really, you just need a painkiller and you'll be fine-"
"No! No- I mean, it'll only get worse! I just need to stay in bed and sleep. And why do you need a thermometer? Aren't you experienced enough to know it by touch now? Can't you see how red my cheeks are? Are you even a real doctor-?" You stopped when Dabi swiped a finger across your red cheek.
"Makeup? Really?" He asked, eyes unamused as he looked at the reddish pigment on his finger. "And its got glitter in it too. You're an idiot."
"Am not! That's sweat!" You pouted but immediately whined when Dabi pinched your nose.
"Stop lying. Now get up and get ready. I'm not getting late because of you." He began getting up but then you held onto his arm and gave him your best puppy eyes.
"Okay, you got me! But please, I don't want to go to another dinner party! They're so boring! Why can't you guys just go to one without me, and I can just chill at home!"
Dabi narrowed his eyes at you. "Its a dinner hosted by your school! I don't want to go either but Keigo said it'll be bad for you if we don't attend these functions."
"I know, I know! But please, I already had to go to his work party and then your cancer research thingy and I just don't have anymore social battery left!" You cried out, like a spoiled little toddler, or at least that's how Dabi saw it.
His lips pressed into a thin line as he thought for a moment before sighing. "Fine. You don't have to go. I'll talk to Keigo." You beamed and leaned up to hug him. Dabi patted your head before pushing you away and leaving the room to inform Keigo.
As you were rejoicing at your small victory, Keigo suddenly ran in, hugging you. "Aww poor baby! Your dad tells me you're too sick to leave the house. Bed rest, strictly he says!" He kissed the top of your head. "Well that's alright! We'll cancel our plans too and stay at home with you!"
What?
"Eh? No, no! You guys go! I mean, don't spoil your night because of me-!" But he cut you off by pulling your face to his chest and shook his head.
"Nonsense! How can we leave you here all alone? Your dad's calling them to inform them we can't come. But don't you worry! Me and your dad will spend the night here in your room!"
You shook your head. "That's nice, but I don't want you to get sick too-"
"Oh don't worry about that! Dabi says whatever you have is not contagious at all! In fact, he was the one who suggested that we have a movie night and make a cuddle pile! You'll be healed by my hugs and kisses, princess!" Keigo said cheerfully before going on about what movies and snacks he was gonna get.
Meanwhile, you saw Dabi standing at the doorway with a huge smirk on his face, confirming he did this on purpose. Did he know you were going to sneak out?
Social battery, my ass. Did she really think I was born yesterday?
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love-islike-abomb · 3 months
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Rocket
Roman reigns x y/n
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Warnings: smut, errors I may have missed
Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mzv11 @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @niknakbucks92 @pittieprincess22 @queengreenarrowmia89 @weirdgirl16355 @foreverlyjay @vintage-pvssy
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I wasn't ready for this! 3 other men in the ring that I knew would go after him first and then each other! It was gonna be hard not to run out there and save him but I had to watch backstage with Jimmy, Jey, and solo.
"y/n you ok?" Jimmy asked.
"worried!" I said, rubbing my arms to comfort myself.
"you know he's gonna win so why you worried?" He asked.
"it's not that I don't know it's what I don't wanna see" I said "I don't wanna see 3 other men beating the man I love down because they want his title!"
"y/n it's gonna be ok" Jimmy said giving me a hug "just take a deep breath and relax. In through your nose and out through your mouth"
Doing as he said I yawned "see! Works Everytime!" He smiled "now sit down and relax! It's all gonna be ok"
I looked at the TV and watch as one by one they all went out to the ring, holding my breath as he came out "damn! I love it when the water runs down his chest!" I said making Jimmy laugh.
"y/n, stop fucking my cousin with your eyes!" He laughed.
"Jimmy incase you forgot your cousin and I are together and he's fucking hot! I will fuck him with my eyes if I want to!" I smirked
"touche!" He said throwing his hands up in surrender.
I watched him get in the ring and Samantha announce everyone with her epic voice which I'm sure that by the end of the night was gonna be hoarse asf! When it came time for her to announce Roman he did his usual strut with the belt. The fan girls called it the dick belt swing.
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It was always so damn sexy when he did that! As the match started they back him into the corner and started pummeling him with fists and kicks "no, no, no,no! This was what I was afraid of!" I yelled.
Jimmy grabbed my arm "y/n! Breath it's ok!"
Finally he got out of the corner but they still wouldn't let him get a move in edgewise and I stood up to go out to the ring "y/n don't!" Solo yelled making me turn my head "it's ok! Relax! We got this!" He said.
By now aj had stacked Roman on top of Randy and redneck Rock and my breath caught in my throat. Time stood still for a brief moment and my heart skipped a beat but he kicked out "yes!!! Come on babe!" I yelled at the tv.
"y/n, you are like that mans own personal cheerleader!" Jimmy laughed.
I shrugged and smiled "what can I say? I support my man!"
Finally he speared aj and went for the pin "1.....2.....3!" He pinned AJ "YESSSSS!!" I yelled dancing around while Jimmy just shook his head with a smile. I walked out to the gorilla and waited for him to come through the curtain. Once he did i gave him a huge hug, jumping on him and wrapping my legs around his waist before giving a kiss. He walked us back to the locker room like that, opening the door to see Jimmy and Jey talking "uce, shes been back here being your own personal cheerleader!" Jimmy smiled.
I hid my face in his neck, despite him being sweaty he still smelled good enough to eat "is that so baby girl?" He said, the smile in his voice obvious. All I could do was nod my head and giggle "can you guys leave for a while?" He asked.
"our rumble match is soon so we have to anyway" Jey said, winking at Roman "you 2 love bids have fun! Yeet!" Jey said.
"no yeet!" Jimmy yelled, walking after his brother. Solo had already gone to catering so it was just me and Roman "my own personal cheerleader huh?" He smiled "I could get use to that! I also could use a shower!" He said gently putting me on the couch before taking his cargo pants off and his boxers along with them, throwing them to the side. "C'mere baby" he said, motioning with his finger. I got up off the couch "jump" he commanded. Without hesitation i jumped into his arms, wrappig my legs around his waist as he carried us to the shower, using one hand to turn the water on before pinning my back to the cold tile wall, my back arching at how cold itnwas, giving him a chance to take each nipple in his mouth, slowly running circles around it with his tongue.
Finally relaxing my back, he pinned me back against the wall, lining himself up with ny entrance and slowly sliding inside me, us both letting out groans of pleasure "fuck baby girl! That pussy is hot!" He growled before slowly starting to slide in and out of me "fuck!" I groaned "burying my face in his neck, gently biting it, earning a groan from him. "Who's pussy is this baby?" He growled
"all yours!" I groaned unable to form words at the pleasure i was feeling.
"what's my name baby?" He groaned before slamming in and out of me, my nails digging into his back "what's my name baby girl?"
"daddy!" I groaned, earning a deep chuckle from him.
"that's my good girl!" He growled "fuck the way that pussy is gripping my cock I think you're close!"
"Don't stop!" I groaned, my whole body shaking from the intensity of the orgasm that was hitting me "fuucckk!" I groaned out "thats my good girl! Give it me! Oh fuck yes! Uhn!! Milk my cock babygirl! Fuck I'm gonna fill that pussy up!" He growled. His thrusts sloppy and eratic as ropes of his hot cum coated my walls. A few last sloppy thrusts and he stilled inside me, both of us panting heavily, smiling at each other before sharing a sloppy kiss "I love you!' I smiled.
"i love you to babygirl!"
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Ah hello! I've been reading your works and they are very enjoyable and entertaining to read! since requests are open will you be able to do a 2012!Leo x male!reader where Leo has feelings for his human friend but is confused by his own feelings cause what he believes is admiration i.e. how he feels about captain Ryan 🤣 but no, our boy will be in for a real surprise. thank you!
Yesssss!!! Anon I love this sm!! 💕
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ADMIRATION? NO, LOVE.
♡~~♡~~♡~~♡~~♡
Summary: Leonardo finally realizes his feeling for aren't admiration, but love. Romantic love.
Warnings:
Requested: Yep!!
Male Reader!
Raph's version: Donnie's version: Mikey's version:
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Leo smiled as he watched you interact with Mikey.
You got along so well with his brothers and he admired that about you. Leo admired alot about you.
Your intelligance, your bravery, your kind and caring nature. Leo looked up to you, you were his friend and a valued member of their team. His feeling towards you were obviously admiration.
So then why does everyone look at him as if they know something he doesn't?
He's wondered that for a while. Leo wasn't blind, he's seen the glances his brothers share whenever he interacts with you. He's notices the look in Master Splinter's eye.
Why would they act that way if it was only admiration?
But, what else could it be?
Leo loved to spend time with you, he cared about you and you made him feel happy and appreciated. Loved. But that's because you're his friend obviously.
It couldn't be anything else.
Right?
No, now that he's thinking about it, his feelings aren't admiration...
They're love.
He's in love with you.
He's in love with you!
It makes sense.
That's why he try's to spend as much time with you as possible, that's why you make hin so happy. Why he loves your smile, and your laugh. Why he loves to listen to you talk, why he activly seeks you out.
It isn't admiration. It's love.
Leonardo loves you.
And now that he knows that, his world seemed brighter.
His smile widened, as he watched you approach him. Now that he knew his feelings it was a matter of time before he told you as well.
"You ok, Leo?" You asked, a small smirk adorning your handsome features.
"Yeah," he said, nodding, "Yeah, I'm just fine."
And he was. Leo was just fine with his realization.
He loved you.
And he couldn't be happier about it.
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Here you go Anon! I'm currently trying to catch up on my asks and drafts, so content will be flowing nicely for a while!💕
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aclowntiny · 8 months
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Hello bae, Can I request a yeosang + firsts?? Just like the one u did for yunho 🥺 was so cute skskksjsjsjsk 🤧🫶🏻
SCREAMS YESSSSS I wanna do em allllllllll I would love to baby 🥰
Yeosang + Firsts
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First Date: “Can I take you for a coffee?” That’s how Yeosang asks you to your first date, confessing that he’s liked you for a bit and really wants to spend some one-on-one time if you feel the same, which you most certainly do! You order, but he buys your favorite drink and you can’t help but notice the way he studies what you tell the barista. Is he…trying to memorize your order? (Spoiler: yes, he absolutely is.) “Do you want to try two of the desserts? You know, one for each of us? Great, well then pick your favorite!”
First Time Holding Hands: Yeosang isn’t hugely physically affectionate, so he would wait a little while in to hold hands with you rather than taking them on the first date. But it’s a few more dates in when you tell him you really like him and he agrees, both of you on the same page about wanting to move forward more officially that he takes both of your hands in his. “I’m so glad you feel the same,” he tells you, beaming as his eyes stare into yours.
First Kiss: Shy when he thinks about it, but when the moment is right man dives in. You guys are strolling down a lane in the snow, his eyes fixed upon the wonder you focus at the sky, head turned upward. As if it wasn’t obvious, you turn to Yeosang and point out the falling flakes. “Isn’t it wonderful?” He steps closer, eyes barely sparing the dancing white a glance in favor of you. “Yes, it truly is,” he replies before closing the gap between you two completely.
First ‘I Love You’: Verbalizing such big thoughts, even though they bring a swell of pride to Yeosang’s heart, is a hefty responsibility. Would he be able to convey them properly? Believably? Quiet as he is, Yeosang can be a man of action, and he knows deep down you love all the jokes and harebrained schemes and playfulness he brings to your relationship when he opens them up, so what better way than to make those heavy thoughts light, pour that happiness back into them? So when he shows up at your door, the ‘o’ of surprise your lips curl into before they fall into a smile at seeing him just shows him he had the right idea. He teases you about letting him in before you can see what surprise hides in the box he holds, and once again all he feels is reassurance at your grin when you open up the beautiful cake that reads I Love You.
First Fight: Yeosang tries his best to be a man of reason, and this is why. He got upset, emotions getting the best of him when you seemed to be blowing him off. You shot back that you didn’t want to say no, something important enough had come up that had your week packed. The two of you went back and forth a little bit because of how much Yeosang worked with both you and his schedule, but at the end of the day you both cooled down and just apologized, admitting both of you were upset over a bad situation.
First Anniversary: For your one year, you decide it’s time to get out of town! Taking a road trip is just what you need to mix things up and show that your love carries through wherever you go. Each of you pick a destination and visit that spot, taking pictures and trying whatever activities, scenery, food, it has to offer! Upon arriving back home, though, Yeosang tells you his favorite part of the trip was being there with you and how he hopes it’s the first of many, finally giving you the gift that was burning a hole in his pocket: a dainty promise necklace!
First Pet: You guys sort of toss around the possibility of getting a pet, but when you actually do it it’s a surprise to Yeosang, the door opening and you walking in sheepishly reminding him of the pet conversation. “Well, here’s Mochi,” you say with a shy smile, holding up a fluffy white bunny. “Wait, what?” Yeosang shoots up out of the couch, but the moment his hand touches her, he has a huge smile on his face and you can tell he’s fallen in love. Rabbits take a lot of work, but he throws himself into research on it, reminding you how they need space to move and how sensitive to temperature they are and how they don’t really need baths actually.
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britswriting · 10 months
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Swimming Lessons H.S
Summery: Y/N is Harry's toddlers private swim teacher Word Count: 700 Unedited - written at 3am.. Masterlist Read on Wattpad
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"So if you just want to stand over there, we can work on his swimming" I instructed, Mr. Styles' two and a half year old standing on the concrete next to the pool, my eyes staying locked on him.
Our last lesson we worked on swimming to me, then back to the wall and towards the end of our session he appeared to be getting it, not needing much aid or instruction, so I wanted to try having him swim a longer distance from me to his dad. 
"Alright, are you ready?" I grinned, backing up just a little bit as the toddler nodded, "Jump!" I cheered, holding my arms out.
I watched the toddler fall into the pool, Mr. Styles' audible breath hitch making my chest tighten at how little faith he had in me.
"Yes! Good job!" I cheered, "up!" I reminded, watching the little toddler's hands reach the surface before his head peaked over the water, breathing in the fresh air. "Good job!" I encouraged, waddling a little in the water, "Can you show dada how you swim?" I asked, sneaking a glass at Mr. Styles whose eyes were locked on his son. "On your belly" I giggled, crouching so the water came up to my collar bones, ready to aid as needed.
I visited the Styles' residence about twice a week for the past 2 months to work on the toddlers swimming and drowning prevention.
Normally I'm greeted by the nanny, the nana or the aunt, this time being my first time meeting Mr. Styles.
"Come get me buddy!" I encouraged, a big smile on my face as I watched his little body remember the steps.
One arm peaked through the surface as his little toddler legs started kicking and I began to notice a little flailing.
I could feel the waters ripple from Mr. Styles direction, catching a quick movement out of the corner of my eye.
"He's okay! I'm right here" I reminded him.
Did he think I wouldn't save his child if I needed to?
He knows I've been instructing him for a while, right?
"He looks so helpless" Mr. Styles worried.
My left hand rested under his belly as my right came around to help his movements, keeping his body afloat.
"One arm, then the other" I reminded, helping him tread through the water again. "And kick, kick, kick, kick, kick! Make big splashes, get dada wet!" 
I watched his little legs begin to kick, the water splashing as I angled him so he was swimming away from his dad, Mr. Styles playing along and shrieking as the water hit him, the little boys' giggles making my heart swell.
"You got him so good!" I cheered, the toddlers cute chubby cheeks filling out as his grin began to take over. "Ready to do it on your own? Gonna go swim to dada?" I pointed, Mr. Styles being about six feet away
My hand hovered under his stomach as I awkwardly waddled with the swimming toddler before he really got going, his little arms and legs working together against the water, swimming right over to Mr. Styles as I stayed behind and watched, a big smile on my face as Mr. Styles slowly backed up, encouraging his toddler to keep going until he finally reached his dad.
"DADA!" he squealed, his hands touching Mr. Styles chest before Mr. Styles scooped him up and showered him in kisses and praise. "I'm so proud of you!" 
"Again, again!" The toddler squealed, the dimple grin on Mr. Styles face matching his sons.
"You gonna come swim to me buddy?" I asked from across the pool, the toddler quickly nodding, "Alright, show dada your big kicks!" I reminded him, crouching with my arms open as I anticipated his arrival.
There was nothing better than watching these kids overcome their fears and gain confidence in not only themselves, but their skills in the water. It truly made me feel so accomplished and fulfilled every time I left their residence, just seeing how happy and tired the little boy looked.
"Yesssss!" I cheered, "You're so smart! You did it buddy" I cheered, the child's laughter keeping a smile on both me and Mr. Styles face.
"Are we ready to show dada how you can dive?" I questioned, bringing the toddler to edge, my hand under his belly as he swam and grabbed the side, pulling his head up.
"Yesssssss!" He squealed, both Mr. Styles and I watching the young boy push himself up and swing his leg up onto the side of the pool, showcasing just how much he's learned as he ran to go grab his dive toys.
"Thank you Ms. Y/L/N for teaching him" Mr. Styles said, suddenly a lot closer than I remembered him being.
"It's no problem, I love what I do" I grinned, Mr. Styles son coming back with a toddlers armful of dive fishies.
"Throw them in" I instructed, watching the weighted toys splash into the pool.
Mr. Styles and I stood on the side as the toddler jumped in, swimming down to the bottom of the 4ft pool, grabbing his diving toy.
I could tell Mr. Styles was nervous so I went under and watched the little boy grab his toy before pushing himself up to the surface, the two of us popping up at once.
"Look dada! I got it!" He squealed, shaking his toy in front him.
Mr. Styles praised the boy again before turning to me and mouthing "Thank you"
A few more dives and I called it a day, seeing just how tired the almost three year old was becoming.
"Popsicle time?" He questioned, a cute green froggy towel wrapped around his body.
"Popsicle time!"
Written on: July 6th 2023 Published on: July 6th 2023
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could you write either hcs for the gang getting their wisdom teeth removed, or a mini one shot fic of soda after he gets his out? <3
(I love ur blog btw)
yesssss OML i love you sm🫶‼️
ponyboy:
just so wacky istg
lowk thinks he’s in a book so starts talking in the third person and narrating everything that’s happening
darry struggles to get him back in the car after the appt but once they finally get back home pony stumbles through the door
”ponyboy feels peaceful as he walks through his humble abode” yells pony while darry chases after him
dally is chillin on the couch and pony sits RIGHT next to him
”dally has an elfish face and is anything but handsome, idk what cherry saw in him” and dals just like🧍‍♀️
he refrains from “knocking his block off” just cause he knows he’s on anesthesia
johnny:
pretty quiet afterwards ngl
but he’s just in awe of absolutely everything
😲 24/7
he just has his jack skellington moment like “what’s this? what’s this?”
by the end of the couple hours everyone’s just so done 💀
but no one takes it out on him cause i mean it’s johnny
who could be rude to that face🤨
people try and baby him a bit and he’s just like
”lay OFFA me🙄”
sodapop:
similar to johnny he just asks SO many questions
but it’s just “why” OVER AND OVER
ISTG ITS CRAZY
just so goofy
darry and steve are riding from the dentist with him in the car and darry gotta stop for gas
so sodas like “why”
and then steve goes off abt car mechanics and how car engines work and everything
so sodas like “why”
steve’s just like “uhhh cause that’s how the world works”
so sodas like “why”
and steve goes into an existential crisis and darry’s just like “cmon soda we gotta get you home”
darry:
this is bouta be so chaotic i’m sorry😭
cause he had a group talk abt who he wants taking care of him when he’s on the anesthetic
can’t be two bit cause hed just goof off, dally would commit three felonies and one war crime in the space of an hour without the threat of darry punching his skull in, steve just goes along with soda and hypes soda to do dumb shit, pony can’t even drive, so johnny is the only remotely responsible one
and dally chooses to invite himself along🙄
dally drives darry home after flirting with a girl waiting in the doctors office. she’s kinda crying and he’s like “what’sa matter baby😏”
and she’s like “i just got diagnosed with crippling anxiety” or smth (i know people get their wisdom teeth out at an oral surgeon/ dentist office but ITS JUST FOR THE JOKE)
and dal is OUTTA THERE
johnny sits with darry in the backseat and darry just kinda lets loose on the both of them
like “dally, yk you’ll never amount to anything at this rate right?😀” and “johnny, do ya think your troubled home life will affect the way you’ll live as an adult for decades to come?”
dally:
flirting way too much with literally everyone
”i may not be able to feel anything in my mouth but YOU sure will tonight 😏”
and two-bit is just standing like 🧍‍♀️
EWEWEW i’m actually throwing up that made me cringe sm but it’s funny so idc
the whole gang is there cause they gotta make sure dally doesn’t run away and become a drug lord overnight
pony buys him an ice cream cone and he just breaks down crying like
”this…this is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done to me 🥹” and it’s probably true
two-bit:
making the MOST non-sensical jokes ever
he’s just talking the ear off this old lady nurse like
”and THEN a poodle walks into the bar holding a *wheeze* a frying pan‼️”
BUT two-bits delivery is so on point that it’s actually funny cause no one expects it
just the epitome of wacky
tries to jump out of the car while they’re driving
he thinks it’s the funniest thing ever when everyone freaks out
in general just thinks everything is so funny
dally will make his usual threats to anyone in the car and two-bit will be like
”remember when dally threw up at the christmas party we had cause ponyboy bet he couldn’t drink a gallon of eggnog in two minutes💀‼️”
and dally just sits there silently for the rest of the car ride
steve:
actually thinks he’s invincible
SPRINTS and parkours his way through the doctors office
two and dal are just egging him on
sodas dying
sticks his head out the car window
TOTALLY passes out once they get home
lowk just keeps sleeping everyone thinks he died cause it’s been 12 hours since the appointment and he’s just out of it
TYSM for requesting @obsessedwithyouxx‼️
and my inbox is always open!!
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