Warning: fluff, the drunken shenanigans of college students,
Summary: Based off Dress by Taylor Swift “all of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting // my hands are shaking from holding back from all this”
When you received your scholarship to Gotham University, you expected a world-class education, late nights of cramming and crying in the library. Nobody told you that you’d become a borderline functional alcoholic, drinking over the recommended limits on a regular basis to smooth out the rough edges of your mild social anxiety. So, tonight like any other Friday night, you’ve been dragged to a house party. You’re one hundred percent sure you wouldn’t want to attend unless it wasn’t for him.
The party is in full swing when you arrive. Your friends disappear and filter into different rooms. It’s odd because there’s not one single party of occurring – there’s maybe six occurring at once. The house is ratty, damp and pungent of weed. There’s a makeshift disco in the basement with stolen road signs demarcating the DJ booth, someone’s located strobe lights (which should have come with an epilepsy warning). There’s a furious game of beer pong taking over the kitchen, which looks like a toxic waste dump. You also spy a massage train in one of the open bedrooms but doesn’t dare venture in.
Tim Drake is a friend of a friend, a regular customer at the coffee shop you work at. The only way to describe your relationship is a flirtationship.
Flirtationships are the worst. Because they’re almost romantic, you’re in the process of maybe, almost falling in love. Almost, but not quite there yet. Almost has the potential to be one of the most tragic words in the English language. It’s a word filled with the bitterness of second place, of dreams that never quite came to fruition. But at the same time, it glimmers with the promise and excitement.
i LOVE this headcanon!! its sooo cute!! sorry its super long but if you want me to do a continuation for after Jason’s death let me know!!! requests are still open so feel free to send some in!!! -mod soph
• jason and you being best friends before he was adopted by bruce wayne
• helping out jason any way you could
• “y/n why are you giving me a granola bar?” “just in case you get hungry”
• him thinking so highly of you but being too afraid to say it
• you catching him stealing tires as a way to survive
• “what are you doing?” “what does it look like i’m doing y/n”
• trying to convince him to come live with you instead of the streets
• “im not doing it” “why not?” “for starters, your room is a mess…”
• a week later he stops talking to you
• you find out through the newspaper that he’s been adopted by Gotham’s wealthiest bachelor
• you’re pissed
•“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU GOT ADOPTED?”
• “it just kinda happened…”
• you give him the silent treatment for a few days (you break after day 3 cause how could you resist his puppy eyes)
“I’m quite alright,” Ignis insisted for the fourth time, despite not being quite alright at all.
“Then it shouldn’t hurt for me to look,” she sighed, leaning one of her legs against his knee and trailing her hand up his leg before he could stop her.
Ignis hissed as her hand found a tight knot on his inner thigh, larger than her palm and hard as a rock. Her instinct was to pull away, to get a doctor or a potion at least, but she knew well enough Ignis was far beyond embarrassed.
“A pulled muscle of some sort,” Ignis promised quickly, fruitlessly trying to wiggle away from her. The couch didn’t offer much room and the last thing he wanted was to kick his beloved off, but he wasn’t below doing it either. “Darling, there’s no need – “
His voice cut off when she palmed the swollen muscle and began to kneed it gently. Ignis could feel his face flushing, but he’d be lying if he didn’t admit his thigh was already beginning to feel better. The muscle was dangerously close to his groin, pulled while trying to do yoga, and those two things combined left the teenage boy too embarrassed to tell the truth, opting to tell Cor and a few others he was just ill.
His sweetheart was a different story.
Ignis couldn’t lie to her, even over the phone. She knew he did yoga – which took out some of the embarrassment – but when he told her he pulled a muscle she insisted on coming over with creams and soup to make him feel better. It was beyond nice and made Ignis feel warm and loved, a tingling feeling he couldn’t quite shake.
As she worked both hands against his inner thigh, Ignis was starting to feel warm and tingly in other places too.
Please Gods, Ignis silently begged. Stop the blood flow. I don’t wish for her see me so weak. Ah – think of Noct’s apartment and all the homework you’re behind in now –
“Honey?”
Eyes snapping open, Ignis was greeted with worry and concern.
“You don’t look well. Am I hurting you?”
“Some,” Ignis lied, despite the twist in his gut for doing so. “Perhaps I should just lie down.”
She smiled as she rose, dipping to kiss his forehead before making her way to the kitchen to heat up his soup. Ignis sighed and thanked every God he could before adjusting his sweatpants and wondering just how long it would take for this muscle to heal.
ABSOLUTELY, I love his outfit! Is he the only one showing his stomach??
Aaaaah… Soma is such a good-looking guy. ❤
When Soma invited (Name) to a concert at the Funtom Music Hall, saying he
was ‘finally ready’ for her to see it, she wasn’t sure what to
expect. Was he going to do a performance of his own? She knows he
plays instruments, but she’s never seen him do any kind of public
exhibition of his talents. Maybe that’s what he meant by ‘ready’,
in that he’d been practicing.
Now
that she’s standing in the audience, though, this is absolutely not
what she expected.
The
show itself is dazzling. Everything starts out dark, illuminated only
by the bright lights that have been passed out to the audience. The
sound of every boy singing and the instruments playing echo around
the hall – as if they’re all performing just for her. She stands
at the front of the stage, as she was placed by Sebastian, before he
told her to enjoy everything she was about to see.
What’s
most shocking are the boys’ appearances. Edward, Clayton, Cheslock,
Joanne, and Soma are all onstage before the audience, dressed in
clothing that leaves very little to the imagination. Their arms are
all exposed, (Name) can see their collarbones, and Clayton isn’t
even wearing his glasses. Most of their outfits are made of black
leather; she’s never seen so much of it.
If
you ask her, Soma is the one who’s showing the most skin. His
skimpy top reveals his stomach, which is mostly muscle with a thin
layer of softness. And Good Lord, his navel is pierced. He’s
wearing black gloves that come only to his wrists, with his hair
spilling over his shoulders in a way it never has before and part of
one side in what look like flat braids against his head.
Not
only all this, the boys are dancing around in a way that’s…
startlingly suggestive. They move their arms above their heads, twist
their torsos, gyrate their hips. It’s all way too much. They’re
all acting like bad men. They’re acting wild and unrestrained and
improper.
And
(Name) can’t take her eyes off of Soma.
Knowing
that someone so kind and good-hearted is acting like a bad man is…
strangely attractive.
He
seems dangerous and immoral, and she can’t help but stare.
It’s
like he’s hypnotized her, because when he grabs her hand to pull
her up on the stage, she doesn’t put up a fight. In fact, her heart
starts racing even more. He puts one hand on her waist and one on her
back, dips her low, and kisses her in an impure manner in front of
all these people.
It’s
thrilling. She even kisses back, pressing her body up against his.
There’s something about seeing him in this outfit and portraying
himself as someone so monstrous that exhilarates her.
He
finishes off their song, whispering the last line right in her ear,
loud enough for the whole audience to catch: “Oh, my princess –
you liked that, didn’t you? Don’t be ashamed to say yes!”
The
other boys repeat it and end in a pose. Soma kisses her again, and
she feels the leather of his gloves against her waist, and she sees
stars.
Because I always get asked if my brother is my boyfriend and I want them to feel similar. muahahaha.
mistaken for the father: “It’s so rare to see dads spending time with their kids.”
Cor – His head turned red – A deep red – The kind of red you would see when blood drips onto a dark surface – There is so much blood in his head he’s a little dizzy – His S/O has to save the person that mistook him for the father – Because by the Astrals he never had to deal with something like that – He’s offended and confused
Regis – He’s looking for that mentioned father – Takes him a while to understand – Then he chokes on his own spit – He really wants to explain – But on the other hand, he doesn’t want to look like a creep – They literally think his S/O is his kid – That’s stress – He could look like a criminal to them if he told the truth – “They- they’re not…” – Decides not to say anything
Drautos – Faces them with the intensity of a thousand suns burning in his eyes – He about to kill someone – He’s not THAT old all right?! – “They’re not my kid.” – His voice probably froze someone into a statue
Bonus: Ardyn – “I mean they do call me Daddy sometimes.” – And with that, he’s done – Happily gives his S/O a little kiss
Imagine: Their S/O jumping in, pointing at them and shouting: “You are not the father.”
Mistaken for the brother: “You’re such a nice brother.”
Gladio – Laughs – Until he notices they seriously think he’s his S/O’s brother – “Oh, I’m not their brother.”
Ignis – Doesn’t know how to feel about this – He’s a little confused – Why would someone think he’s their brother? – “You are terribly mistaken, I am not their brother.”
Prompto – Stutters – Stumbles over his words so much – I don’t even believe he’s breathing anymore – He’s so red – “I’m. I mean. I. Um.” – He a little shy so he needs some try and error until he can tell them he’s not the brother
Noctis – Chokes on his own spit – Considers dying his hair immediately – “I am,” kinda deep breath because he needs air after that choking sound, “not their brother.”
Nyx – He confused – Looks at the person – Then to his S/O – Back at the person – “You can’t seriously think we’re siblings.” – Looks at his S/O – “You look way cuter than I, how could I possibly be your brother?”
Bonus:
Ravus – He’s the King when it comes to not handling a situation – Because he’s really quiet – Looks at his S/O dead serious – “We’re leaving.” – Leaves.
Imagine: Their S/O going: “All right bro let’s go!” And slapping their ass really hard.
one of my evil, mongrel friends (cough, cough YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) showed me concept art of what human umbra could have looked like and i fell in love instantly and then i thought about him more and them said friend betrayed me by pushing me into the lava of umbra and then i started drawing him and then that same friend pushed me further down this thirst pit and then i drew fish net sleeves
Summary: Bucky comes home sore from a morning of training. You help him out.
A/N: I’ve finally broken through my worst case of writer’s block to date and written this. Honestly, I just wrote this because I need a massage. And a Bucky. The summary is… not good. There’s basically no plot here, so I really didn’t know what else to say. This a little rough around the edges, maybe a little messy, a little different than what I usually write, but I hope you enjoy it regardless.
(And a quick thanks to my lovely friend, @marvelous-avengers for being absolutely amazing this past week. I love you with all my heart, and this one is for you.)
Bucky had greatly overestimated the super soldier serum.
When Steve found him in that POW camp, tall and muscular, he assumed it was the stuff of fairy tales. Some magical potion that granted his friend the power to lift buildings and be nearly unfazed if said building fell on him.
He wasn’t wrong about it being powerful, about it making people stronger. Healthier. It did the trick on Steve, certainly. But he was sure that it did more. That it made the people who got it strong beyond belief.
Now that he has it – and can still feel the growing ache in his back as he lies on the training room floor – he realizes he was very, very wrong.
Prompt: “I don’t want to get up – you’re too comfy.”
A/N: Happy Birthday @emmygreen817! I give to you Noctis fluff!
Noctis had planned it all out. He was going to get up and make you breakfast in bed. Or at least he was going to try and if it failed…well he had asked Ignis to help. Noctis was set on making this happen. But when he woke up (early and on his own!) he couldn’t bring himself to move. He was nestled in your arms with his face resting in the nook of your neck. He had one arm draped over you and his legs were interwoven with yours. Noctis thought that he was in heaven.
You woke up to him staring at you like he was memorizing you.
“Noctis, are you okay?” you asked. You absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair.
“I’m great. Happy Birthday,” he said, humming in delight. You smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead.
“Great huh? But it’s morning. And thank you, dear,” you raised an eyebrow at him.
“But it is the most wonderful girl in the world’s birthday and I woke up like this,” Noctis rubbed his face on you, “it’s heaven.” You laughed.
“We spending my birthday in bed then?” you asked.
“Yes. I don’t want to get up – you’re too comfy,” he said, rubbing your back with the hand he had draped around you.
“Tempting,” you muttered.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Perhaps another day if you don’t mind. We would quite like to enjoy your birthday with you as well,” Ignis said from the doorway. You and Noctis sat up. He adjusted so he still had one arm around you. Ignis had plates in his hands and you could smell your favorite breakfast.
“I think I can manage that,” you said. Ignis came over and handed you a plate.
“Glad to hear it. This breakfast was Noct’s idea by the way. But as you can see, he didn’t quite make it all the way through his plan. But the intention was there,” he said. You giggled.
“He got a little distracted,” you beamed at the both of them.
“Good thing he made me his back up plan,” Ignis said. Noctis laughed.
“Thank goodness for you, Ignis. I almost ruined the whole day,” he joked.
“We’ll let it slide this time. Happy Birthday, y/n,” he took his leave. Noctis kissed your cheek.
“Sorry,” he said.
“It’s ok. I love waking up to cuddles just as much as you do, honey,” you grinned at him. Noctis grinned.
“Good to know.” And with a morning like this, you knew it was going to be the best birthday yet.
Summary: You were supposed to be visiting your grandmother in the country. You were supposed to be sitting in your favorite swinging chair and sipping chamomile tea as you listened to her old, mythical tales. But as the days drag on and the seasons change just a little too quickly, you can’t help but wonder if the man who rescued from your terrible accident is as normal as he claims—and if you are still even in the real world.
This is my “first” fanfiction on here, so hopefully it’s a good read!
Ever since you were a little girl, your most favorite things in the world were your grandmother and her chamomile tea. Though you haven’t seen her in almost five years due to school and work, you finally managed to scrap together some vacation time with the intention to retreat from your busy life in the city to the rural country, where your grandmother resided.
Of course, your own mother had been rather worried at the thought of you travelling such a long distance on your own, but you quickly convinced her that you were no longer a little girl. If you were capable of holding a job and living by yourself, then you were more than capable of driving a couple of miles on an empty road. Besides—you welcomed the solitude. It was also a nice getaway from the cacophony of busy crowds and honking cars. Here, on this lonely road, it was only you.
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