So this is like one of my favorite moments in Fantastic Beasts–I know, it’s tiny! But hear me out:
What Newt does and says and his body language says so much!!!
First off, he, out of anyone in the world, knows fullwell that this isn’t a good place to release the Swooping Evil.
BUT
He spends all his time studying and working with animals that wizards don’t appreciate and couldn’t care for (and even want to kill), and he does this all alone because he doesn’t really fit in with people.
Then here comes Jacob, who knows like nothing! Newt has no problem just scooping him up and inviting him along, even though it’s illegal. And now, he finally has someone to show his lifelong passion to, who will find it interesting and wondrous, instead of unusual or weird.
You can tell by Newt’s body language in this scene, that he’s (very privately) been internally dying to show the Swooping Evil off to someone–though he would never voice or acknowledge that out loud (probably because of previous negative reactions). But you can tell, even just in this gif, that he’s daydreamed about it for weeks or months. His inner (perhaps childlike) self thinks this thing is sick!! And he’s been dying to share it!!
But Newt is not a boastful or loud person. He wouldn’t draw attention to that fact (he’s a Hufflepuff and also has been stigmatized in his society). No. But look at his body language–his back is to Jacob and he flings that beast out at him. It’s like he’s daydreamed about and yearned for this moment so much, he’s staged it!! That’s not the body language of someone who wants to gently show Jacob a Swooping Evil, that’s the body language of someone who thinks this thing is freaking sweet!! And has been internally, perhaps subconsciously dying to show it off. And if you don’t believe me, look close and you can see that tiny little smile/smirk he’s sort of hiding from Jacob.
Newt totally eats this thing up, but it’s like he doesn’t want anyone to know just how much so.
And then he says (sort of trying to hide his smile), “Probably shouldn’t let it loose in here.” When he knows full well he shouldn’t have, but he just feels the need to say that to downplay the reality that he just really wanted to share this thing with someone. Because to be so openly passionate about it is too much of a risk, too vulnerable, because of past rejections. No, he needs to almost play dumb so he takes 0 risks at being made fun of for loving this–even with Jacob, who is his best bet who won’t make fun of him (because he doesn’t know better)
The subtext is this like three-second moment kills me with it’s perfection. It’s freaking brilliant.
I was in charge of feeding the prisoners. This had been my task since the Queen had taken me and 2 dozen other Murania as hostages. The others had not survived long, but I adapted. Obeyed.
The Queen had taken a human. A rare being this far into the Deep, but one feared from one end of the galaxy to the other. According to the Encyclopedia of Sentient Beings Capable of Space Travel, humans needed a diet of roughly 2000 calories a sol served in traditional 3 portions a sol. Which meant that I had to approach the human three times a sol. I could not fail my duties.
The first attempt at feeding the large being ended with a tray thrown at my head with enough force that it would have caved my skull if I had not ducked in time. The human was raging, slamming their entire body against the containment bars with enough force to shake the floor and… and roaring. I cleaned the mess of nutrient paste as fast as I could and fled.
But five hours later found me trembling in front of the human’s cage with another tray of nutrient paste. The human had calmed and was glaring at me intently. I knew they did not speak Murania, but still I spoke my native language as I offered the food again. I did not get to speak it often and missed the sound. “Guria?”
The human tilted their head and to my shock, repeated the word, then repeated it again until they mimicked the sound perfectly, even with the slight whistle at the end.
I offered the tray. “Guria.”
They eyed it suspiciously so I tasted it, showing it to be safe. “Guria.”
They held their hand out and I gave them the tray, scuttling to a safe corner before they could attack me with it again.
They tilted their head again and scowled, then spoke in broken Common. “I thank”
I fled, claws scratching against the shiny floor.
Another five hours passed all too soon and I was back at the human’s cage with the final meal of the sol. They were moving slowly around the cage with their ear pressed to the wall, tapping with their knuckles. I watched them for a moment, confused at the erratic behaviour, but only managed a few seconds of observation before their head swiveled directly towards me and they stopped to face me.
I walked closer and offered the tray. “Guria.”
They took it. “How talk thank in you mouth talk?”
“Meesh Meesh.”
They opened their mouth and let out a loud, short bark, a laugh according to the ESBCST. (I studied it dutifully when they were brought aboard.) “Meesh Meesh!” They pointed to themselves. “Michael.”
My wings ruffled, the sound was so similar! I pointed to myself, “Mikel”
The human shook their head and pointed to themselves. “Me Michael.”
I jerked my head in an upward motion called a nod. “Yes, you,’ I pointed to them, “Michael.” I pointed to myself. “I, Mikel.”
They laughed again. “Michael, Mikel. Much same.”
I chittered. “Very similar, yes.”
Their eyes narrowed. “You work here?”
I bobbed sideways, a bit noncommittal, “As I must.”
“Must work?”
I searched for the simplest way to translate what I meant across the language barrier. “No work, in there.” I pointed to their cage. “Work, out here.” I hopped encouragingly. “You work soon, yes?”
The human bared their teeth and snarled. “No work. Fight.”
My wings flattened against my spine and I fled. Humans were so aggressive.
The next sol I completed my first duties and then found myself lingering outside the containment hall. I was apprehensive about what mood I would find the human in this time. I fluffed my wings out to convey confidence and clicked in with the human’s first meal.
“Mikel! Guria?” They were bouncing on the front part of their feet, hopping up and touching the ceiling, then dropping to the floor and pushing themselves up with their arms repeatedly.
“Yes. What are you doing?” I slid the tray to where they could reach and backed to a… well not safe but safer, distance.
“Work body. Stay strong.” They flopped over onto their back and turned their head to look at me. “Meesh Meesh.”
“Zuan.” I bobbed sideways before deciding to ask them the question I had been mulling over. “You’re Nice, mean, nice, mean.”
Michael laughed. “Yeah. Head bad.” They hooked their fingers like claws and shook them around their head. “Scare, tired, Fight.” They gestured to the bars and glared. “Not like.”
I nodded. “I know that feeling.” A chime sounded, signaling the Queen’s approach. I flattened myself to the floor and made way.
The Queen slithered in, her scaled body scraping against the floor with a sound that made my feathers stand up. She reared to her full two meter height and flicked her tongue out to taste the air.
“Human. You are mine now, you will serve the glory of me.”
Michael looked her up and down and whistled lowly then pronounced in exact Common. “Ugly. Mother. Fucker.”
I gaped at them in horror. They dared insult the Queen to her face?
The Queen hissed, but smugly coiled. “You will serve me, human. I know your kind. You are loyal. I feed you, I provide you shelter. I give you safety. You will love me.”
The human backed up, crouching into a fighting stance. “No love, mother fucker.”
The Queen wiggled and slid towards the exit. “You will serve me.” They paused to pat me on the head. “You have duties, tiny one.”
The next several sols passed in the same manner. I did my duties, I fed the human, we exchanged words. At night I tended my secret garden grown in glasses of water and composted nutrient paste from seeds and cuttings I snuck from the Queen’s hoard. The human was learning not only Common but Murania at a breathtaking pace. We could hold whole conversations now and I was no longer… completely apprehensive about approaching their cage. Michael had not acted aggressive towards me at all since the Queen’s visit.
The rare human plant called a “green bean” plant had fruited after several months of care and pollinating with the tip of my own feather. I was ecstatic over the first fruits of my secret labor and I felt that Michael would appreciate my excitement and maybe a taste of his home planet. Humans were said to be incredibly empathetic and sentimental.
That morning I secreted a pair of bean pods in my uniform and headed for Micheal’s cage. They seemed to notice something was different right away, peering at me with concern. “All okay, Mikel?”
I nodded and nervously whispered. “Secret, right?”
They lowered their voice and moved closer to the bars. “Yeah, secret.”
I showed him the beans. “I grew these. It’s the first harvest from the plant! It’s a huge secret, but I wanted you to have them.”
Michael stared at the beans with an expression I didn’t recognize for a long time before whispering, their voice strangely rough. “You get trouble for these?”
I nodded and tried to shove the beans into their hands. “Yes, a lot of trouble. Take them!”
They took them and smiled. “Meesh Meesh, Mikel. This…. This mean lot to me. I can’t say enough. Meesh Meesh.” They bit into one and grinned, crunching happily. “Very good! You do good!”
I chittered and ruffled my wings, pleased with the praise. “Zuan, Michael.” I gave them their tray of nutrient paste and fled.
The next day (human word for sol) I found a broken something in the Queen’s trash bin. It was silvery and had a lot of moving parts and made me think of Michael. I shoved it into my uniform and snuck it to Michael. They were overjoyed and immediately began fiddling (another human word I find pleasant to use) with it.
I found I enjoyed making Michael happy and kept my eyes out for things to gift them. A broken flute, a torn book, a shiny rock shard, a discarded pipe, a bit of string. It all was random junk, but Michael was still so happy for each item. It… was a pleasant feeling, almost like being back with my brood mates.
Then… Then the alarms sounded one morning and the ship rocked with an explosion. Frightened, I grabbed my precious green bean plant and rushed instinctively towards Michael’s cage.
Only to find they weren’t there. The bars were broken, bent outward and a piece of the wall was torn open, exposing sparking wires and smashed circuits. The lights were flickering and I could hear screaming. I decided to run for the escape pods and hoped that the Queen died in that explosion.
I had barely skittered into the hallway when I found Michael. They were fighting with a guard twice their size, but easily leaped around it’s bulk and stabbed it in the base of the skull with some sort of spear. A primitive weapon, but still deadly in the hands of the human. Michael rode the body of the guard down to the ground and leaped off, brandishing the spear at me.
Frozen in fear, I distantly realized the weapon was made from the shiny rock tied to a piece of pipe. I was to die from a weapon I provided then.
Except, Michael lowered the weapon and smiled. “Mikel! I find you! Come on! We get out of here!”
“Out… Escape?”
“Yeah! C’mon, I stole codes for ship!”
I followed them numbly, too scared and shocked to process that not only had a single human escaped a 1st class prison cell with just bits of junk, but had also destroyed the Pirate Queen’s ship, and was taking me with them.
It wasn’t until we were flying fast and far from the wreckage, headed towards a Trading Station, that I found my voice. “Why… Why would you save me? I…” I didn’t know how to express the fact that I was nothing, tiny, worth only for cleaning while the human was strong, big, and apparently a fearsome and brilliant warrior.
Michael glanced at me from the corner of their eyes. “We friends, Mikel. Friends no leave friends. Also, you trapped like me. On other side of bars, but trapped same.”
“Friends? But Queen provided for you, you were supposed to bond with her?!”
The human looked at me incredulously before laughing long and loud, his head thrown back with the effort of it. “No Bond with Queen, she put me in cage. You! You give me food, you talk, teach, you bring me presents. You good friend. Queen Piece of Shit.”
“Oh.” Michael had bonded with me. And.. I with them it seemed. And we were free. “Meesh meesh, Michael. You’re a good friend too.” I hugged my green bean plant. “What now?”
“I thinking I turn in Queen head for bounty, use money buy good ship again. After, you want go home or you want explore?”
My wings flared in excitement. “Can I have a garden room on our ship?”
Michael grinned and tossed his arm (gently) around my shoulders. “Yes, you have garden room. Grow lots plant in space. Explore! Garden! New Planet! New Seed!”
Requested by @wolfgirln: “First list 23 with Dick Grayson and First list 50 with Cyborg? (Do you write for him? Let me know.)”
A/n: I don’t write for cyborg, so I did Dick’s. I hope you like this love!
List 1: 23: “Oh wow, you’re bleeding… a lot. S-sit down, okay? Don’t fall!”
Warnings: Gets kinda heated at the end *wink wink* ______
It had been about an hour since you woke up to find Dick missing from your bed. He had gone to bed with you and two hours later you woke up to his side of the bed empty and cold. He’d been gone for awhile.
Sadly, this wasn’t the first night. It had happened four times this week, where could he be going without telling you? Your mind immediately jumped to one conclusion. He was cheating on you. You’d notice a few time that after you’d go to bed together, the next morning his hair would be wet from a shower.
Why would he disappear and then shower when he got home? All without telling you. Not to mention the bruises that have been showing up more and more often.
Having enough, you got up and went into the living room. Pacing back and forth as you waited for him to come home. Constantly glancing at the door as you chewed on your thumb. You weren’t sure what you were gonna say but you weren’t going to allow yourself to be hurt. You’ve been with Dick for a couple months, he seems happy, how could he cheat on you?
Before an answer could form, the sound of a window opening drew your attention away from the door. Freezing, you slowly turned around. It was coming from the bedroom. A grunt could be heard before a thud. Quickly grabbing a baseball bat from your closet, the one Dick insisted you keep out, before heading for your bedroom.
Using the end of the bat you gently pushed the door open. Just to see someone hunched over and clutching their ribs. It took a moment to realize who it was. “…Nightwing?”
He looked up and sent you a charming grin that was clearly trying to mask pain. Trying to stand he almost stumbled but you rushed over to support him, just now noticing the gash on his ribs. “Oh wow, you’re bleeding… a lot. S-sit down, okay? Don’t fall!” You said while helping him sit in your desk chair.
He chuckled and sat with a grunt. “Stay here” You said before turning and running to your bathroom. Grabbing a first aid kit, another thing Dick insisted on, you jogged back and set it on the desk before opening it.
Turning to him with gauze and peroxide you mumbled. “C-can you take off your top so I can see?”
He smirked, “Maybe you should buy me dinner first.” You rolled your eyes and helped him unzip the back and pulled it down over his torso. “Damn” you mumbled while examining the wound. Taking the gauze you poured some peroxide onto it before cleaning up the wound. Hearing him hiss above you. However, soon you felt his eyes shift to you. “You know what you’re doing.” He stated.
“My boyfriend gets random injuries a lot.” You mumbled as the last of the blood was cleaned up so you could see. “You don’t need stitches.” Saying before grabbing some clean gauze to set over it.
“I don’t suppose I could repay you. Maybe a kiss” He smirked. You chuckled and taped the gauze down before standing. Taking a wrag you wiped off your hands and sighed. “As nice as that would be, I’m loyal to my boyfriend. Sadly I can’t quite say the same for him.”
Nightwing’s eyebrows furrowed under his mask. “What do you mean?”
“Am I really about to open up about my failing relationship to one of Gotham’s vigilantes?” You cocked an eyebrow and he shrugged. “We try to help in anyway we can.”
Sighing you set down the rag when your hands were clean. “He’s been disappearing in the middle of the night. Showering before he comes back to bed. Strange bruises. All the signs point to he’s cheating.” You turned your back to him to head to the bathroom.
“[F/n]” You froze in your place while your eyes widened. “How do you know my—” You began to say but when you turned you were met with the clear blue eyes of your boyfriend. Dick Grayson.
“You think I’m cheating on you?” He asked as he gripped his mask in his hands.
“I…I..” You stuttered and looked him up and down. “N-not anymore, now that I know you’re Nightwing.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you getting hurt.”
He got up to approach you but you were quick to sit him back down, he was still hurt. Sighing he looked up at you. Your hand cupped his face gently, thumb stroking his cheek. “I just wish you would’ve told me. Especially when you started crashing here so often.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. I was just…” You cut him off, “…trying to protect me, I know. You’re lucky I love you so that just sounds really sweet.”
He grinned and pulled you into his lap before pressing his lips to yours. “I love you too.”
“You better.” Your arms draped around his neck before gently playing with his hair. He chuckled and smiled. “I do, and now that you know. I can get quality medical treatment at home too.”
That elicited an eye roll from you. “Please don’t come here bleeding every night.” Dick laughed and his smile made your heart warm. “I can’t promise I won’t every once in a while but I will try my hardest not to.”
“Good, wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty face.” You pinched his cheeks playfully and he swatted your hands away. “Please I got that enough as a kid.” Grinning you leaned down to nip at his neck. “Want me to stop this too?”
He groaned as your teeth sunk in. “Hell no.” You giggled and kissed where you sunk your teeth in. “I always have had a think for Nightwing. Now knowing he’s my hot boyfriend, that just makes you sexier.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game [F/n].” He growled as you nipped again. A hum buzzed in his ear. “You’re not the only one who likes to live on the edge.” Your voice was low and sultry. However that didn’t stop your yelp when he abruptly stood up.
“That’s it. You’re screwed.” He growled into your ear. But your smirk only widened, “just what I wanted.”
YES. Okay !!! I made them s/o instead of crush, so this makes more sense!!
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Kabe-don.- a situation in which a guy slams his hand against the wall, pinning a girl against it. The proximity between the girl and the guy is so short that it can get her heart to go doki doki.
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Bakugou Katsuki
To say he was in shock was an understatement. He was going
out of his own room, ready to enjoy his free day. As he turned left heading for
the exit of the dorms, she intercepted him so abruptly, he had to take a couple
of steps back.
Then she pushed him effortlessly against to the wall.
Usually, he would be sturdy as a mountain, but he was definitely taken with his
guard down. So, for someone as small as her that was the only way she could
actually pull that out.
Bakugou was ready to quiz her with his eyes. What was she even doing?
She slammed her hand at his side wearing one sad try of a
smolder. Her eyes were glimmering with confidence. Bakugou’s brow arched at
her. He was about to spit some fine language at her when he finally realized
what she was doing.
Taking advantage of his height, that move was a common
practice of his. Mostly when she got mad at him. That was his way to corner her
into listening to him.
However, this was plain ridiculous. He was much taller than
her. Her small nose barely grazed his upper lip as she held her head high. It
was too comical.
He scoffed and made an effort to not let one loud laugh
through the whole place. He put his hand on her head and simply pushed her
back. She gasped.
“No! This is unfair!,” she immediately whined as he gained
control of her.
Bakugou bent towards her tilting his head to a side making
painfully obvious their height difference. His hand never leaving her head. He
looked at her straight to her flushed face and smiled like only he could. A mix
between playfulness and his usual cocky attitude. “Nice fucking try, midget.
Next time try growing a couple of inches before trying to kabe-don me.”
Todoroki Shouto
Shouto wasn’t taken aback at all, which made the whole
situation more awkward than necessary. He had caught her from the corner of his
eye. It was almost inevitable for him to, since his eyes immediately connected
with hers whenever she was near. It was like witchcraft how easily they found
each other in crowds. Naturally, as soon as she approached him and corner him
against the wall, he simply followed her lead without understanding what she
was planning.
Her right hand was on the wall, and she was standing as
straight as possible, which made her look a couple of inches taller than usual.
He looked at her with so much confusion, that her confident smile dissipated, and
was replaces by a faltering one. Her cheeks started to burn when she realized
she wasn’t getting any reaction at all.
As she stared at his eyes, Shouto stayed quiet, motionless.
His face reflected nothing but pure obliviousness. They had been closer than
that before, so he was unfazed by the proximity. It was even adorable, almost puppy-like,
the way his eyes were open in utter uncertainty. It was painfully clear he was
waiting for her to do something, but she wasn’t able to do so.
Feeling embarrassed, she backed down. Her face was now
adorned with an intense scarlet color. She was hoping for his cheeks to
flushed, or for him to simply get what she was trying to do. Instead, she was
the one who got shot straight through the heart with his unintentional, and
overwhelming cute expression.
“Are you okay?” he asked calmly as she covered her face with
both her hands.
“Please just forget what I just did.” Why the hell did she even believe Shouto would know what a kabe-don
was?
Sero Hanta
They certainly were a playful couple. It wasn’t unusual for
them to play small pranks on each other, or to simply get comically flirty. It
was absolutely entertaining to see how far they could take the joke.
For Sero, it was even funnier since he was so much taller. There
was plenty of material for them to get on each other’s back. Still, he wasn’t
ready for what was going to happen that evening.
She wasn’t someone weak. She attended U.A. alongside him
after all. They were at the same level when it came to strength. And well, he
had a weak spot for pretty girls. She overpowered him in that department. Her
fluttery eyelashes, even when she did that on purpose, or as
a joke, he fell for them every goddamn time.
When she cornered him, at first, he laughed, realizing right
away the move. It was hilarious for her to try to kabe-don him since he was
almost a whole head taller than her. He was ready to throw at her some
over-the-top romantic line so he could play along with whatever she was getting
into.
Then he truly lost. She was looking at him with sparkling
eyes and a mellow smile. She flapped her eyelashes at him. From his point of
view, right above her, they seemed longer. They were even creating a soft
shadow right below her eyes as curtains. He swallowed hard.
“Hello, Hanta,” she practically purred.
His knees went weak, and he shivered. The next second, he
fell flat on his ass with what could only be described as a love-struck expression.
Dumb smile and even dumber eyes glued to her. His face was dusted with a soft pink
color. He was drunk in love. She smiled happily, bent, and deposited a small
kiss on his forehead. Since he was now sitting on the floor, he was finally within
her reach.
A complete, and indisputable success, she thought to herself.
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Thanks for the request! I hope you liked it! – Admin Bunny
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Prompt made by @otpprompts: “AU where Person A is an Uber driver picking up Person B from a bar. Person B is so drunk they can’t remember where they live, so Person A takes Person B to their house out of the kindness of their heart (and also because Person B is cute). What happens next is up to you.Bomis: Person B wakes up on Person A’s couch with a hangover and can’t remember a thing from last night. When Person B suddenly realises that the couch is not theirs, Person A comes into the living room to check on Person A. Person B is very surprised. What happens next is up to you.“
A/n: I just really loved this prompt and got an idea so I did, lmao! Hope you loves like it!!! I appreciate any feedback especially with stuff that wasn’t requested. Love ya! _____
Being an Uber driver wasn’t where you imagined yourself when you were 11 thinking ‘what am I going to be in 10 years?’ But alas, you’re in college and money is money. You make some decent cash and meet some interesting people, making it not that bad. So this is why you were out for a drive at around two in the morning, getting a notification about a call for an Uber at a local bar. It wasn’t peculiar for you to get Uber requests at that bar, it’s quite a hot spot.
Pulling up to the bar you put the car in park. A tall guy with bright blue eyes and dark hair with a white streak through it tumbled into your back seat. Looking back you tried not to stare, this man was fucking gorgeous. You could pretty much see his muscles bulging through his leather jacket. “Um sir? Mr. Todd?” You caught his attention, and you thought you’d melt under his blue hues. Though they were also bloodshot and this guy was off his ass drunk. “Ja-sun” He slurred before laughing.
You cleared your voice, “Okay, uh. Jason? Where am I taking you tonight? Home?” He nodded and went to tell you the address but instead just stared at you blankly. “I, I can’t remember” he snorted before starting to laugh again. You chuckled to yourself while trying to think of a solution. Maybe you could drive him around until he recognized it? No, that wouldn’t work; this is a big city. Call a family member? Wouldn’t he have called them in the first place if they were available? Probably. Sighing you looked back to see him about to crash in your back seat, you reached back and tapped his leg. He picked his head up to look at you.
“Hey, um. I’m just going to take you to my place where you can crash until the morning, you’re wasted and I just don’t want you wandering the streets drunk. But drink some of that water while I drive, capiche?” He smiled at you before nodding and stumbling to get one of the waters. Turning back around in your seat, you drove back to your apartment.
He was quiet throughout the drive, the occasional chuckle to himself in his drunken state. When pulling into your parking garage you got out before opening his door and helping him to his feet. When out, Jason slung an arm over your shoulder as you held his stomach and back to help support him. ‘Shit, he’s ripped.’ Thinking when feeling his abs through his shirt. “What’s your name?” He asked as you began to help him to the elevator. “[F/n] [L/n]” answering before meeting the elevator and clicking the button. “[F/n]” he repeated to himself, under his breath. “That’s a pretty name.” He had a goofy grin on his face when saying that, right before the elevator dinged.
Helping him in, he tripped over his own feet and ended up pulling you down with him. Though instead of landing on the floor you landed on his chest. He was too drunk to care, but he caught your eyes as you blushed. “You’re really pretty.” He whispered, making you blush more before getting off him and helping him to his feet again. ‘He’s just drunk, he doesn’t mean anything he’s saying.’ Shaking your blush off with that thought. Patiently you waited for the elevator to meet your floor. Eventually it did, and you helped him to the door.
After unlocking it you helped him in, leading him to the couch before flopping on it. Pushing some hair out of your face, you smiled at your success. Jason had fallen asleep almost immediately as his body met the couch. Walking into your bedroom, you snatched up a blanket and went to the couch again and set it on the coffee table. You pulled off his jacket and shoes for him before laying the blanket over him. Then going to the kitchen you filled a glass with water and grabbed a couple aspirin. Returning you set it on the coffee table for when he woke up, along with a note saying ‘be sure to drink this and take these when you get up.’ Sighing you leaned down and pushed his hair from his face, getting a better look at his features than when he was in the back of your car.
He had a sharp jawline and a more pointed nose. Never would you think you’d get such an attractive stranger on your couch. Chuckling you shook your head and turned out all the lights before heading into your room and preparing for bed before snuggling in your bed and falling asleep for the night.
The following morning Jason woke up with a splitting headache. He groaned before opening his eyes. The light coming into the room blinded him as he stretched his sore and stiff muscles. Pulling the blanket up over his shoulder again, but looking at it he saw red roses patterned on it. Wait.. he doesn’t own a blanket like that. Opening his eyes again he looked around to notice this wasn’t his living room, wasn’t his couch or coffee table. “What?” he mumbled to himself before sitting up and noticing the note on the table. That handwriting wasn’t familiar at all.
“You’re awake” A voice said from behind him. Turning he saw you standing at your bedroom door in fluffy pajama pants and a tank top. He stared at you confused, making you smile amused, “You don’t remember anything do you?”
Jason felt a bit embarrassed, not only at the fact he couldn’t remember the prior night but also that a really beautiful woman had taken care of his drunken self. “Um, did we?” He gestured between you both. Getting what he was implying, you blushed. “No” Feeling a bit sheepish. “You called for an Uber after your night at the bar. I was your driver, you were pretty drunk and couldn’t remember your address so I brought you back to my place for the night. I’m [F/n] [L/n].” Walking over to him, you offered a hand. He shook yours, he felt a bit more embarrassed. He couldn’t remember his address? You must think he’s a loser.
“I’m sorry you had to turn into my babysitter.” Jason apologized while scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Oh, no worries. I didn’t mind.” You looked over to the coffee table, “You should take those, you probably have a killer hangover.” Jason chuckled and nodded, quickly taking the pills. “Thank you.”
Nodding you smiled and started toward your kitchen, “I’m making breakfast. You’re more than welcome to stay if you’d like.” Jason perked up a bit. “Really? I wouldn’t want to intrude.” That made you laugh before walking into the hallway, looking at him over your shoulder calling, “You already stayed the night, it’s impossible to intrude now.” Jason smiled before getting up slowly and following you into the kitchen. “Well I guess I owe you twice now. Once for taking care of me last night, and another for breakfast. Can I make it up to you? Over dinner?” A playful smirk played on his features.
Turning around you faced him, “Are you asking me out on a date?” Grinning at him. He shrugged, “I guess I am.” You bit your lip and laughed to yourself while looking at the ground. “I’d love to.” Meeting his eyes, Jason smiled and walked over, grabbing a few eggs and cracking them in a bowl, making you looked at him with your brows knitted together. He chuckled, “I’m a killer cook and stubborn, so, I’d just accept my help instead of fighting it.” Shrugging you laughed before moving to stand next to him. Nudging him with your hip before cutting up some fruit. You each exchanged a smile, this was a start to something interesting.
OH MY GOD THIS IS SO CUTE LIKE WHY AM I JUST READING THIS??? DRUNK JAYBIRD IS SO CUTE????
JULES THIS IS BEAUTIFUL AND THE WORLD MUST READ IT
I literally have not stopped thinking about this request I’m weak Aizawa and Denki are my 100% top two faves this is sO CUTE
KAMINARI DENKI:
– Hugs from Denki are really sweet and comforting. They happen frequently and are almost common place between you both.
– He wraps his arms around you tightly and buries his face in your neck/hair depending on your height.
– He smells like sandalwood and vanilla but it isn’t overpowering. It’s very light and nice.
– Kaminari thinks people should receive several hugs a day as it is healthy for you and promotes good endorphins.
– Really long hugs!
– Will hug you for literally any reason he can think of.
– His hugs feel like coming home from the longest day ever.
– Sways while you’re in his arms sometimes.
AIZAWA SHOUTA:
– Hugs from Shouta aren’t that common, unfortunately. They usually occur after a run in with villains or just a really long day. If you ask, however, you’ll be in his arms before you can finish the sentence.
– Like Denki, Aizawa hugs tightly, grounding both him and you within whatever situation you’re in.
– Eraserhead smells like green tea and cat food. It is slightly stronger than Denki’s smell but it’s just as relaxing.
– Aizawa really enjoys pulling you on top of him while he’s lying on the couch just so he can wrap you in his grasp.
– Presses lingering kisses against your head while he hugs you.
– Gives you “goodbye hugs” before work or travelling if you wont see each other for 12+ hours
AMAZING, ICONIC, GROUNDBREAKING, INSPIRATIONAL AND I LOVE IT AND I AM HAVING SOME V STRONG TONY STARK FEELINGS AND I AM BLESSED
LIke listen, Tony Stark is a powerful and important and strong man, that much everyone can agree on
And sometimes, god, sometimes he just wants you to take control
He wants to not have to think about everything that’s happened and everything that’s looming over him
He just wants to see you, hovering over him with dark, domineering eyes and that smirk playing at the corners of your lips
He wants to feel your hand sliding up his inner thigh and ghosting your hand over his cock
He needs you, with your hands firmly against his chest, to take what you want from him
He’s already trying to buck his hips against you, his lips are parted and the poor thing is already on the edge just from the slightest touch from you
He knows better by now to not reach for you when you’re taking control like this but he can’t help himself Tony STark is 4395834% a brat so jot that down so he moves to run a hand down your side but you quickly put him back in his place
He feels like he might come on the spot when you tell him that he can look but ‘oh no, you don’t deserve to touch me yet, daddy’
And fuck, he just looks so good when he’s completely under your control like this
You’re both damn near dizzy from the sensations of his bare skin against the pale lace that’s barely covering you and he’s hanging on every move you make
He’s begging for you like he’s a teenage boy again and you’re the first girl to touch him
And when he can’t help himself and a snarky quip falls from his lips?
You give it right back with a stern tone while grinding your hips against his
“Ah ah ah, did I say you could speak?”
You’re the only one who gets to see him like this: writhing underneath you with flushed cheeks, wild hair, and heavy breaths
It’s a gorgeous contrast to the way the rest of the world sees him
When you finally settle yourself on his cock, the most obscene groan falls out of his mouth
And you leave him on the edge for hours, letting him build himself up while he’s inside you then just stopping, sitting on his lap with his dick still inside you with this sickly sweet grin on your face and a playful taunt on the tip of your tongue
“Oh, were you getting close, babe?”
God, he can’t believe how lucky he got when he found you … even if you make him wait to cum
Also hi real quick let’s talk about how Tony would 23901% use his tech in the bedroom and how he would nearly cum on the spot when you turned around and used said tech on him
Request: Ooh! I just read that you write for FREE!-!!!!!!!!!! Could I request for some Dating Headcannons with my top baes Makoto and Sousuke? Thank you~~~!!!☆☆☆☆ uwu
Makoto will treat you like a freaking princess!!
He will be gentle and understanding when it comes to any problem or decisions you make
LOTS OF CUDDLES!!
Will be the gentlemen he is and walk you home after school was over or after the practice was done with the guys
CUTE DATES!! He will either plan out picnic like scenes on the beach or to a nice cute cafe or restaurant of your choice
Will hold your hand 24/7 and give you so many kisses and hugs especially the cuddles! I know I already said it but girl CUDDLES!
You’ll most likely be the small spoon and he’ll be the big spoon when you guys have cuddling sessions
If you’re both free and don’t have plans you guys either go to the beach or head over to the swimming pool during summer
During winter on the other hand you either go over to each others house and watch some movies and cuddle with some hot chocolate
If it’s over his house then it’s a date with his sister and brother which you don’t mind at all
He will be a total romantic with you! He won’t mind going all out for you
Support 24/7 as well, he’ll be there for you just like you will for him and help him out on his problems and thoughts please! He deserves to have someone he can confide in
For Sousuke is different but quite the same as well
He will be overprotective of you when it comes to you visiting him at his school especially during swim practice
He’ll make room in his schedule to spend time with you during his training for tournaments
Cuddles will be in effect especially when he needs you during his shoulder injury
You being his rock and person to vent to when it all gets too much
Spending time together in his dorm when Rin isn’t around or asks him to leave so you two can spend time together watching a movie or just talking
Dates on the weekends is a must for you two especially when you’re barely seeing each other something simple that you both enjoy
Late night swimming is something for you both as well ❤ just spending time
Hand holding is something he likes or depends on what he’s in the mood for, either his arm wrapped around you or just holding hands when you two are alone
Hair playing is something he loves! It calms his nerves down and helped him relax during his intense days
Will support you with whatever happens and be there for you no matter the distance
To him you’re the important thing in his life and priority besides his swimming career
A/N: I’ve been listening to Never Enough from The Greatest Showman on repeat. That has nothing to do with this, I just thought that would be something interesting to say. Prompts are from here.
#66. “You’re hot.”
There’s a sliver of sunlight slanting into the room when you wake up, but for the most part, it’s still quite dim. You take a moment to breathe in the silence, tugging the sheets tighter around you, your eyes still not quite ready to open yet. It takes you a while to realise that Bruce is no longer beside you, the side where he usually sleeps vacant, the warmth already seeping away. You spread yourself over his side, sighing in contentment.
The bed was big enough that both of you could spread out fully without ever touching each other but you would always end up in his arms. And once he had his arms around you, it was difficult to escape without waking him up. You enjoyed being in his arms, it was quite possibly the best feeling ever, but it was also nice to get all this space to yourself. A quick check of a clock tells you it’s still quite early, but the rustling and all the movement that you heard must have woken you up. Bruce was quite heavy footed in the morning, though he’d never admit it.
You drift away unknowingly but the next time you open your eyes, you’re greeted with a sight that takes your breath away, the kind that makes warmth pool at the pit of your stomach, all interest of sleep suddenly pushed away in favour of just staring at the marvel that is Bruce Wayne. He’s half-dressed, still quite damp from his shower, still running a towel through his hair. You breathe out another sigh of contentment, thanking every higher power up there for blessing you with this man as a partner.
“Work?” You ask him, voice croaky from sleep. The pull of sleep was definitely more irresistible than you thought it would be. You could feel yourself being persuaded to just sleep for five more minutes. You didn’t have anything important to do today, not really, but it’d just be a shame to miss this view.
He hums out a reply, eyes flitting over in your direction for a while, a tender smile on his face once they settle on your face. Never fails to make your heart flutter.
“It’s unfair.” You speak up after he finishes dressing himself up, your eyelids still heavy.
There’s a soft huff, some shuffling around before he asks, “What is?”
“You’re a genius. You have a lot of money. And you’re hot. This early. It’s unfair.” You peeled your eyes open, grinning up at him sleepily. “I feel so attacked.”
You hear him chuckle lightly at your words, the sound bringing so much happiness to you. He approaches you, steps quiet but purposeful. When he’s close, he brushes a few strands of your locks away before leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your temple.
anon asked: Y’all bless you!!! For this blog!!! Can I request some sweet runaan x healer!reader where reader is all gentle and tending to his wounds after a tough mission for him??
i’ve decided to combine these two requests since they’re pretty much the same thing
runaan
he acts tough on the outside and puts on a brave face
but as soon as your hands are on him, it becomes a much harder feat for him to stay strong
he watches your determined face as you concentrate on his injuries
your touches are ever so light and they turn him into putty
but it still hurts when you gently press a wet cloth to his wounds
runaan hisses slightly and you quickly look up at him
his face is wrenched in pain and his forehead is covered with sweat
“i’m sorry..” you whisper softly and kiss his cheek. “i know it hurts.”
you offer him your hand so he can squeeze it to make the pain bearable
he nods and lets you tend to him until his cuts and bruises are all patched up
“there, all done.”
he holds raises your hand up to his lips and kisses your fingers
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