- Andy, when he was getting off the floating stages, took this really big step and cycled his arms then did this big goofy smile
- Also. That motherfucker WAVED BACK AT ME. A gentle soul.
- Joe ran up and down and did the spasmy thing pete does in the music video
- Joe span a LOT
- Pete saying he was gonna take care of us for the show
- YOUNG AND MENACE! PIANO! FUCK
- Save Rock and Roll
- ANDY’S FUCKING SOLO
- ANDY’S FUCKING SOLO
- the stages raised abruptly and Patrick fucking jumped
- Pete came up and put his head on Patrick’s shoulder and instantly got smiley
- They were all silly smiley boys
- They all made me so happy
- After the picture I yelled ‘thank you’ and joe laughed
- ANDY DID THE THING DURING SUGAR WE’RE GOING DOWN. U KNOW THE THING.
- JOE AND PATRICK DID THE THING DURING SUGAR. U KNOW THAT ONE TOO. OOF.
- SOMEONE GRABBED PETES ASS DURING SATURDAY AND HE CHORTLED
- IM DEAD
- @maniatourproject you guys did AMAZING!! Patrick was so excited when he came out to do a piano version of young and menace. he was bouncing and smiley and you made that happen. 💜💜im keeping my cutout for a long ass time, i can tell u that much.
(also joe was near me and I screamed ‘FUCK YEAH JOOOOOEEE’ and he started kicking his leg in my direction? it was relatable.)
Anyway… ive been to literally over 800 concerts (probably more my mom forgot to log when i was a baby). a lot as a baby, a lot growing up. this is in my top five shows I’ve ever seen. thank u. ill never forget tonight.
Soldier 76: We all saw his perfect hug form in the Hero short. He’s hard and cold on the outside, but Morrison’s a huge softy deep down who enjoys a little love. He could probably use a hug anyway, preferably from behind so you can get a nice feel of those glorious shoulders. Bet his jacket feels cool against skin. He’ll likely pull you in tightly and pat your head as a secret vow of protection.
Reaper: Reaper desperately needs a hug, even if he’ll be put off by it at first. His form might not be solid enough to accept hugs but once you get past the leather and smoke, there’s some sort of soft concrete form to hang onto, no matter how off it might feel. He’ll be hesitant to hug back and will probably just give you a soft pat on the shoulder to let go. He’ll be thinking about it for the rest of the day.
Tracer: She’s just as eager to hug as you are, good luck getting a hold of her though. Tracer is the dog pile variant of huger, extremely dangerous and unpredictable as your feet are thrown out from you from her zipping into existence. Surprise hugs are the best hugs in her book, even if they sometimes involve the floor.
Genji: His body is cold but his heart sure isn’t. Genji really appreciates physical contact in his new form and his few organic parts get all fluttery from something as sweet as a hug. He’s a fan of the behind and around the waist types, chin resting on shoulder. He’ll even remove his face plate just so you know he’s smiling.
McCree: Strong-Arms-McCree isn’t use to hugs beyond a firm shoulder squeeze, but giving him a full on bear hug is the best way to go and he’ll quickly return it by gripping you just as a roughly. His hugs are aggressive but loving and playful. If he’s got liquor in his system, he’ll give you huge, smothering hugs without any preamble. Sometimes kisses if he really likes you.
Sombra: Hugs feel kind of weird to her what with all the implants not making contact with something mechanical, though she supposes it’s fine. Also doesn’t like to get her hair ruined though she won’t hesitate if you go for it first. Try with a nice, soft hug around the waist and she’ll return it.She probably won’t even hesitate to kiss you if she’s really interested, just a quick peck on the forehead or boop on the nose. If you hear a faint typing noise, get away.
Pharah: When it comes to providing any sort of physical constant, Fareeha isn’t familiar with anything beyond a firm handshake and salute. She’ll be put off guard by a hug and engaging in one with her are rather uniform and stiff, as if she’s trying to get it just right. Overtime, she’ll become more comfortable and give you strong and supportive hugs around the shoulders with a warm welcome.
Torbjörn: His height might involve some crouching though it only makes it easier to fully embrace Torb in a hug. He’s small but bulky and can give some surprisingly strong and affectionate hugs to anyone in need. He is a father after all and loves some good old affection every now and then if he isn’t smothering his turrents.
Widowmaker: She’s foreign to any sort of warmth so hugs might catch her off guard. But if she does accept, expect a hug that’s as long and elegant as she is, taking full control and capturing you in a cuddly web. Her hair is very soft and the coolness of her skin is actually kind of nice. You might need to worry if her hands settle around your neck.
Mei: Just the sweetest, softest choice for a hug. Mei is a fan of the cold, but the warmth of being embraced is something she adores. She gets really into it though and will be dominating by the end, rocking you back and forth as she coos sweet things in Mandarin. She’s just a huge cuddle bug, really.
Junkrat: Yes, he may be insane but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve hugs. It’s the only time he’ll stand still, really, and he’s bound to get all emotional and bury his face into your chest like a shy puppy. His hair nearly makes your clothes catch on fire. Very sweet and clingy and will softly hum in bliss. You’re gonna have to pry him off yourself though if Roadhog doesn’t do it.
Bastion: With one hand and one gun arm and a huge, bulky body, Bastion is pretty bad at the whole hugging thing. Otherwise, he really enjoys them. But don’t worry, simply talking to him or laying next to his turret form is enough for him to get all beepy. Also pats on the head are appreciated.
Hanzo: He’ll insist he doesn’t like hugging and certainly won’t be the first to provoke it, especially since displays of affection aren’t really his thing. Once you’re alone and comfortable, he might give you a quick but meaningful hug with his eyes closed and you just close enough to feel his beard against your skin..and breakaway as if it never happened. Don’t bother bringing it up, he’ll deny it. He doesn’t know you.
D.Va: Miss Song is actually quite affectionate with fans and won’t mind blowing kisses and giving out quick hugs if she’s asked. She’s small and bouncy but getting her to stand still is pretty easy if you ask politely. She’s smaller than most people so she’ll appreciate resting her head against your chest or standing on her tip toes to get in closer. Anything for her fans.
Orisa: “Would you like a hug” is literally one of her voice lines. Of course she’d love a hug! Similar to Bastion, she is rather large though her heart is just as solid. You probably won’t even need to ask her directly, just generally move in her direction with a sad face
and she’ll sweep you up immediately for a comforting but not too smothering embrace. Be careful though, she doesn’t quite know her own strength.
Zarya: She will hug you like big Siberian Bear, no? Zarya is an intimidating option but that strong body can be awfully plushy in the right situation. Zarya is the one who loves to dominate the hugs, surprising you by lifting you off the ground and swinging you back in forth. You’re not sure if this is a display of affection or her strength.
Roadhog: Roadhog definitely knows how to hug and hug well. This will likely be a full on tummy hug, but he thinks its sweet and will lean down to wrap his big arms around you. Really easy to get smothered but it isn’t the worse thing ever. Expect really heavy pats on the back that knock the wind out of you.
Winston: He’s a scientist very fond of the science of affection. He’ll be put off guard at first but will laugh and give you a big, loving hug that has you buried deep into his fur. He smells like peanut butter and apologizes about it but you think it’s just fine.
Reinhardt: Hugs make Reinhardt feel energized, he thrives off affection. There’s a ten out of ten chance you’re much smaller than him, so know you won’t be taking charge of this one. Similar to Zarya, he’s all about sweeping you off your feet and throwing you around as if you weigh nothing. Don’t expect him to let go for very long, you’re gonna be perched on his shoulder for at least the next ten minutes as his little buddy.
Ana: As a mother, Ana knows plenty about hugging. She has a touch only a woman her age seems to carry, very soft and gentle and having a certain way of squeezing the sadness out of you. Kisses on the forehead and the most sincere compliments are bound to ensue. You might find candy in your pocket later.
Symmetra: Sophisticated and stoic, getting a hug out of Satya is a challenge. If you manage to get her out of her comfort zone to accept you touching her in such a way, expect something surprisingly sentimental and warm, even with the artificial arm. Has she been practicing? She seems to have this whole process memorized from the way to rock you back and forth, softly hum, and the perfect moment to let you go. You won’t see her face for a minute, but she’ll be smiling softly the whole time.
Mercy: Hugs are verified medical procedures, right? In a very kind and motherly fashion, she’s very fond of soft rocking as she rests her cheek on your head and says the nicest things. Angela’s favorite way to greet people actually is hugging though can’t always take part in it due to her professional environment.
Lucio: Much like D.Va, Lucio adores his fans and will embrace them in big warm hugs as quickly as possible. With the roller blades on, his speed will certainly be a benefactor to how much of a push you’ll be receiving from a charging collision. But you don’t mind, you laugh and he laughs and you feel so happy and whole just from the contact.
Zenyatta: Don’t hug an Omnic? Silly! Zenny loves hugs and similar to Mercy, he finds them to be a spiritual and healthy way to relieve stress. He’ll hug you all day if you want. He’ll let you rest your head in his lap. He doesn’t care as long as your comfortable and in harmony with the moment.
EXTREME FLUFF HEADCANONS PLEASE OR KUROO, Bokuto and Kageyama? ;O
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If you have a tournament or a big even a big event, Kuroo will be there cheering for you! I imagine him having those headbands (like what Saeko wears) while he cheers for you; he doesn’t cheer loud but you can tell he’s cheering.
When it’s snowing or cold and the two of you are on a date, he always waits for you in the cold with while he’s blowing on his hands and he’s looking cute and all.
That being said, he likes to wrap his warm scarf around you and hold your hand so the two of you can stay warm; maybe share a cup of hot cocoa.
When Kuroo hugs you, he moves side to side a bit and squeezes you in his arms; his smile is either really big or it’s a small smile that is full of his love for you.
You will catch him just looking at you with a love struck smile on his face and it’s the cutest thing ever. He stares at you and is so in love with you that it makes him happy.
Loves to sing random songs with you at home. If the two of you are just chilling on the bed he would burst out singing and come lay by you and hold you close while he sings songs.
Hates being away from you so he loves cuddling. If he can just hold you and hug you forever, he could.
Tells you he loves you multiple times a day, and he means it with all of his heart when he tells you. Right before you leave the house or when you go to do a simple task, his sweet booming voice will call out after you, “I love you!”
Bokuto sleeps with a shirt off and it tends to get chilly in the morning, and somehow the covers always end up at the bottom of the bed so Bokuto reaches over for you and holds you close to his chest so you can warm him up for him. bless
Whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, he buys it and gives it to you as a gift. He loves buying you gifts, but they’re usually just small gifts like a single flower or a candy bar. His favorite gift he has given to you so far would be a homemade card with a picture of you and him that he drew on the inside.
Out of the two above, Kageyama is definitely the shyest. That being said, he shows you his love by sharing his things with you. Even to the most subtle things like his milk!
When he gets into a relationship he takes it very seriously, so he’s definitely in love with you. You will always catch him sneaking glances at you and when you catch him, he tries to make excuses, “I was looking at something behind you that’s all!”
Always walks you home from school because that’s what a good boyfriend does, or so he’s been told. Sometimes when he’s walking to school alone, he’ll stop by the beautiful blooming fields and pick a few flowers for you, “I saw these on the way and thought you’d like them,”
When the two of you are cuddling on the couch together, he always wraps a blanket around the both of you and when you’re all snug and warm, he plays with your hands underneath the blankets.
Loves it when you give him kisses, doesn’t matter where, but he’s a sucker for your kisses. The best reward you can get from Kageyama is a kiss because that’s when you know he truly loves you. He built up all the courage to give you a kiss? He’s definitely thinking about how much you mean to him!
Dean didn’t register that the softly spoken word was meant for him until it was repeated, this time accompanied by a touch on his arm. In a hurry to make it to class, he didn’t slow down but only turned his head. And blinked in surprise at the sight of a strange kid peering at him from behind thick glasses that made his blue eyes look huge and owl-like.
He slowed to a stop. “Yeah?”
“You dropped this.” The boy held out a red notebook with Dean’s doodles all over the cover.
The boy’s smile was mostly in his eyes. He nodded and then turned away to disappear among the other students rushing to class.
At lunch Dean catches sight of the boy again, sitting at a table by himself on the far side of the cafeteria. He’s absently crunching through a green apple while his eyes devour the contents of the book he has open on the table next to his lunch tray. Something about the sight makes Dean smile. What a dork.
An elbow in the side pulls his attention away from the strange kid with the big blue eyes and the wild hair, and he turns to see why Gordon is jabbing him. “What?” he grumbles.
“You know him?” Gordon jerks his chin in the boy’s direction.
“No. Do you?”
“Yeah, he’s in my history class. Only been here one day and he’s already a fuckin’ teacher’s pet.” The look Gordon casts at the new boy is venomous.
“Huh.” Dean isn’t quite sure what Gordon’s problem is with that. Sammy is super smart too, and Gordon gets pissy with him too. “So what’s his name?”
“I dunno, something weird. I figured you knew him,” Gordon says. “Saw you talking to him this morning.”
Dean shrugs. “It was just once.”
“I’ll bet that was boring as hell,” Gordon sneers. He’s still glaring at the new kid.
When Dean’s dad had moved their family to this town Gordon was the first person that Dean made friends with. Being the new kid sucks, and Dean had been grateful to be noticed by someone cool who was willing to introduce him to new people and hang out with him outside of school. But whatever it is that he saw in Dean to like, he doesn’t see in many people, and most of the time he’s kind of a dick. Looking back, Dean’s pretty sure he would have gotten the same treatment as well if he hadn’t made the baseball team. Gordon’s clique is comprised completely of jocks.
He’d probably be completely disgusted with Dean’s collection of books if he knew Dean had them. He thinks all the books at Dean’s house are Sam’s, and Dean hasn’t said anything to make him think otherwise.
Dean looks over at the new kid, and wonders what he’s reading. And without giving it much more thought than that, he gets up and weaves through the tables in the kid’s direction, ignoring Gordon’s calls behind him. He sits down across from the boy, who looks up in surprise. His wide eyes look comically big behind his glasses.
“Hey.” Dean holds his hand out across the table. “I’m Dean.”
“Castiel,” the boy responds quietly. He takes Dean’s hand and shakes it firmly.
“What are you reading?”
Castiel glances down at his book. “The Stand.”
Dean leans forward. “Dude, I love Stephen King.”
Castiel smiles, and Dean settles in for some nerdy book talk.
“I don’t know why you’re pissed at me, Cas.” Dean flinches under Castiel’s glare.
“Of course you don’t,” Castiel snaps. He turns back to his laptop, and starts pounding furiously at the keys. Dean has no idea how he can work on his damn thesis now, but Castiel was always kinda creepy about his ability to concentrate on his work.
Dean, on the other hand, hasn’t been able to focus on anything for days. He’s probably going to have to grovel to Charlie for help on their shared classes because he sure as hell hasn’t gotten any studying done since the frat party that changed literally everything about his life.
“Come on, Cas. I said I was sorry.”
Castiel’s shoulders tighten and his fingers go still, but he doesn’t turn around. “Dean, you kissed me.”
“I know, but I was drunk and I was out of line and it was just once! Why can’t you forgive me for that?”
The legs of Castiel’s chair squeal against the floor as he shoves it back and surges to his feet. He stalks toward Dean, who backs up several steps in the face of Castiel’s rage. They’ve been best friends since highschool, and roommates for most of college, and he’s never seen Castiel this mad before.
When Castiel’s hands come up from his sides Dean flinches, expecting actual violence. Instead, Castiel grabs his face, which is far more startling.
“I don’t want just once, Dean,” Castiel growls. “I want more. Hundreds more. Thousands more. But for you, it was just a drunk joke. And that’s why I’m angry, you asshole.”
Dean stares down into blue eyes that no longer look cartoonish behind thick glasses. He misses those glasses sometimes, because they were a shield between Dean and the knowledge that Castiel’s eyes are really fucking pretty.
“Cas,” Dean breathes. “I’ll kiss you as much as you want. I just… didn’t think you’d…”
Castiel’s expression softens. “For someone so smart, sometimes you’re really dumb.”
And then he’s kissing Dean. And Dean is really fucking glad that he didn’t screw things up after all.
“Oh god, what am I doing?” Dean moans at his reflection. He struggles with his bow tie, but the fucking thing will not stay straight.
Strong hands brush his away, and Castiel tugs Dean’s bow tie until he turns to face him. His blue eyes sparkle with happiness as he fixes Dean’s tie with deft fingers. “You’re getting married today.”
“Yeah, and it’s about damn time,” Dean mutters. “But why am I doing it like this?” He gestures at his tuxedo.
Castiel grins and chucks Dean under the chin. “Because you love me.”
“No I don’t,” Dean objects. He turns to give himself a critical look in the mirror. “I fucking love you. Get it right.”
Castiel laughs, and the sound instantly eases some of Dean’s nerves. Assured that his tie is straight, Dean turns to his fiance with a grin and pulls him into his arms. He’s really glad that even though Castiel talked him into having a big wedding instead of running off to Vegas, that he at least didn’t try to talk him into that bullshit tradition of not seeing each other on the day of the wedding. Dean would be a nervous wreck if he couldn’t see Castiel as much as he wants before the ceremony.
“I fucking love you too,” Castiel says softly. “And I appreciate you’re doing this for me.”
“Yeah, you better be,” Dean grumbles, but it’s all show and they both know it. “We could be married already and have our asses parked at a blackjack table already if you’d listened to me.”
Castiel pokes him in the side. “Come on, Dean, that’s no fun. How often do you get to marry the love of your life?”
Dean can’t resist Castiel’s smiling lips, so he doesn’t try. He leans in and kisses him thoroughly enough that they’re both gasping for breath when he pulls away. He runs the pad of his thumb over Castiel’s flushed cheek, and let’s all the love he feels show in his smile. “Just once.”
Request: ‘’Can you write something where you are the bartender on that yt creator summit and Grayson goes all flirty and in owe by your beauty so he is nervous and blushy, they go on a date and ends in romantic and cute smut?‘’
Response: Here you go babe :) Thanks for requesting! Btw guys, let me know if you want long imagines or shorter ones, because this one is pretty long. Hope you enjoy xx
Warning: English is not my native language, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)
‘I’m still not convinced that this is a good idea,’ you say while you stand in front of the mirror, brushing your hair. You and your best friend were getting ready in your bedroom while listening to some music. Your friend puts her pink lipstick back into her makeup bag and turns around so she can look at you. She sighs. ‘Y/N, how many times do I have to repeat this? This is a once in a lifetime chance. And besides, it pays very well! We really need to save some money if we ever want to buy our own apartment.’
A few months ago your friend got contacted by one of the organizers of the YouTube Creator Summit to ask if she wanted to be a bartender at the event. She said yes, and she also asked if one of her best friends could work there also. And that best friend was you. Besides the lack of work experience there was another reason why you didn’t want to take the job; you never watched YouTube. And maybe it sounded silly that you didn’t want to take the job only because you didn’t watch YouTube videos, but it mattered to you. Imagine if you accidently bumped into a YouTuber with more than two million subscribers and you didn’t know who it was? That would be so awkward! But as much as you hated to admit it; she was right.
‘Yeah, okay,’ you admit. ‘I guess you have a point there.’ ‘Of course I have! And it is too late to back out now anyway,’ she chuckles while she puts an arm around you. You let out a deep sigh as you looked into her eyes. She looked like the opposite of you; relaxed, happy and full of anticipation. ‘Don’t be nervous, Y/N. You’ll do great. There is nothing difficult about pouring people a drink and taking their money.’ You force yourself to smile. ‘Yeah, that’s true.’ ‘Well, as much as I want to stay chatting about how great it will be, we should go and make it great. We don’t want to be late now, do we?’ She says while she puts her stuff into her bag and goes sit down on the side of the bed to put her shoes on. She was really enthusiastic which luckily cheered you up a bit. You try to have a positive mindset and think that today was going to be good day. And even if it wasn’t, it still was a new experience where you could learn from in hopefully many ways.
‘Y/N, if you take a break now, then I can go right after you,’ your friend says while she leans against the bar. It had been a busy three hours and your legs could definitely use some rest. ‘Yeah, okay. I’ll take fifteen minutes,’ you answer. You disappear to the back of the bar into a room as big as a toilet cubicle. It wasn’t big, but it was large enough to take a moment for yourself and eat your lunch. Up to now it had been a really fun day. You had met lots of nice people and YouTubers and made the decision for yourself to start watching some YouTube. Who would had ever thought that? You weren’t really a type to be on social media, but because of what you had heard and seen today you had changed your mind and thought that it would actually be a nice platform.
After you were done with your break your friend left to eat her lunch. A girl walks up to you and asks for some water. ‘Here you go,’ you smile and give it to her. She pays and thanks you and then she leaves. You clean the bar and look around you to see what you could do. At the end of the bar was sitting a guy. But not just a guy, oh no. It was the most handsome boy you had ever seen. Was it even a human? He reminded you of an angel but without the wings.
He had very big arms, a very toned skin and a jawline so sharp it could cut paper. He also had very thick eyebrows and long eyelashes, which was your biggest weakness. He was wearing a sexy leather jacket while absently looking at his hands, just waiting patiently. He hadn’t noticed you yet. You stroke a hand through your hair, trying to stay calm while you walk up to him. Your heart was beating so hard against your chest, you thought it would pop out.
‘Hi, how can I help you?’ you ask with a small smile as you place your hands on the bar to get his attention. He looks up and his face expression changes immediately. He suddenly looks like he had received the best news ever. ‘Hi there,’ he says. ‘Could I maybe have a coke?’ ‘Sure. Anything else?’ you ask. ‘No, that’s it,’ he replies while biting his lower lip and grabbing his wallet out of his pocket. He gives you the money while you walk back to grab the coke and his change. You feel his eyes following your actions, watching every move you made. It made you feel so nervous that you almost drop his drink. With pudding legs you walk back to him, handing him the coke and his money. ‘You can keep the change,’ he says. ‘Oh, thank you.’ you mumble with blushing cheeks. An electric shock rushes through your body when his fingers touch yours. He puts down his coke and stares at you again without embarrassment, not taking a sip of what he just ordered. ‘What?’ you ask nervously.
‘I hope this doesn’t sound weird or anything, but can I just say that you’re really beautiful? Like, really, really gorgeous.’ You burst out into a loud giggle and put a hand for your mouth, not believing he just said that. ‘You’re messing with me, right?’ He blinks his eyes a few times like you just said something really stupid. ‘No? Why would I joke about something like that?’ You bite your lips as you hold back smile. ‘Well… Thank you. Nobody has ever said something like that so spontaneously to me. I’m flattered.’
He puts out a beautiful hand. ‘By the way, I’m Gray-‘ but before he can finish his sentence or you can take his hand, you two hear a voice yelling from a few meters away. ‘Grayson?! GRAYSON DOLAN?!’ This girl runs up to the bar and it doesn’t take long before a whole group of girls was around him, touching him and trying to get his attention to take a selfie with him. You take a step back, surprised that he was so popular. ‘I’m sorry,’ he says and turns around to greet his fans and to take pictures with them. You just stand there in complete shock. Who was Grayson Dolan and how could you never heard of him?
After a few minutes the girls had what they wanted and left, so it was just the two of you again. ‘Eh, where were we?’ he chuckles. ‘You were telling me your name,’ you giggle. ‘Oh yeah,’ he grins. ‘I’m Grayson.’ ‘Yeah, I think I got that already.’ The two of you laugh and a feeling of warmth and happiness fills you up. God, he was such a cutie. You wondered how old he was. He looked at least nineteen. ‘And you are?’ Grayson interrupts your thoughts.
‘I’m Y/N,’ you answer with a soft voice. ‘Wow, even your name is beautiful. Look, I don’t know if this is inappropriate since I just met you, but is there a possibility that I maybe could have your number? I would love to see you again.’ He puts a hand on yours, sending electric waves through your arm. Your heart swells up at how kind and polite was. Boys like that were rare these days. Or maybe he was just as nervous as you. Either way, of course you would give him your number.
‘There you go,’ you say when you give him back his phone. He takes it back and looks at the screen like it was the most precious thing in the entire world. ‘Thank you. I really have to go, but I’ll text you, okay?’ Grayson asks. You nod. ‘Sure.’ ‘Great! Okay, bye, Y/N,’ he says as he stands up from his stool. ‘Bye, Grayson,’ you say back, leaving you speechless.
After you had told your friend the good news she completely freaked out and commanded that you called him straight when you got home. So you did and that evening Grayson had asked you to get some coffee the next day.
The ‘coffee date’ had been really nice. You were incredibly nervous before you went to meet him, but that feeling completely disappeared when you started talking. You really liked him. Grayson was a true gentleman and very sweet to you. After the date you kissed and he had asked you to go on a real date sometime. You didn’t think it could get any better than this, but of course you accepted his offer. The smile on his face when you said ‘yes’ made you feel fall in love even more. ‘Do you want to come to my place next Friday? Maybe we can cook together. I’m not a really good one but I’ll think it will be fun,’ he said while he stroked your hands. You smile and your eyes flicker from his hands to your face. ‘That actually sounds really nice,’ you answered. Grayson leans in and kisses your nose.
You ring the doorbell of Graysons house and he opens the door within seconds. He had probably been waiting for you. You giggle at the thought of Grayson being all nervous for this date. He acted like he was really good at hiding it, but he really wasn’t. Grayson spreads his big arms in a welcoming gesture and you happily fall into his arms, your cheek pressed to his chest. ‘So, I was actually just getting started with setting everything up and cutting the vegetables and chicken and stuff,’ he says when he lets go of you.
He takes your hand and leads you to the kitchen. You noticed that he had a really pretty house. ‘That’s okay. Can I help with something?’ you ask when you see the food laying on the kitchen counter. ‘Sure,’ he answers and grabs a bag of carrots, a plank and a knife for you. When you take the knife he lays a hand on your upper back which sent a tingly feeling down your spine. ‘Be careful,’ he warned you with a serious look on his face. ‘I will,’ you giggle and his lips curl into a crooked smile.
While you start preparing the dinner together you hear on the radio Bom Bidi Bom playing from Nick Jonas, while Grayson quietly hums to it. (seriously, listen to this song if you continue reading this).It was one of your favourite songs and you start humming along with him. After a minute of cutting the carrots you suddenly feel Graysons body pressed to your back. You prevent yourself from jumping up. His chin leans on your shoulder and he puts his hands on your hips. He smelled heavenly. ‘Look, you should try cutting it this way,’ he says with a soft voice and his minty breath makes you receive goose bumps on your arms. Grayson lays gently his large hands onto yours and helps you by showing what he meant. ‘L-Like this?’ you whisper while your now shaking hands try to cut it the way he did. It was exactly the opposite way of what he just showed.
‘Yeah, something like that….’ He answers but he doesn’t really pay attention to what you were doing. His right hand shoves your hair and shirt to the side so he could kiss your now naked shoulder. You gasp for air when his warm lips touch your skin, sucking and licking lightly your shoulder blade. He starts kissing the back of your neck as his hands explore your body, stroking up and down your thighs. ‘Grayson…’ you encourage him. He was turning you on and you could feel his member stroking against your butt, meaning he was too.
You turn around so you faced him, looking into his dark eyes. They were full of lust and his pink lips were a little swollen. Damn, he looked so sexy. You grab his face and pull him towards you, lips pressing to his. He starts kissing you hard and hungrily, opening your mouth and slowly sliding his tongue between your lips. You close your eyes and moan against his mouth quietly, enjoying the way he made you feel. He lifts you up with his hands under your butt and sits you down on the counter. He starts kissing your cheek, jaw and neck while you throw your head back. ‘Oh…’ you cry out before you can help it and you feel Grayson smirking against your neck. He lifts up your shirt a little and tickles lightly the skin on your belly and waist, causing you to giggle.
He pulls back and places his hand on your thigh while the other one goes towards the button of your pants. He licks his lips and looks at you, asking for permission. You nod, feeling a growing heat between your inner thighs. Grayson unbuttons your pants and slowly slides a hand in your panties. He still looks at you intensely as he gently inserts finger, stroking your clit. He laughs quietly. ‘Did I make you this wet?’ You bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning as he starts going in and out. God, he really knew what he was doing. It felt amazing. ‘Gray…’ you desperately say when he adds a second finger, pumping faster now. You place your shaking hands on his chest, inhaling deeply. You got a familiar feeling and knew you were close. ‘I-I’m gonna-‘ you whimpered at the moment you dissolve into pleasure. Grayson studies your face and movements, proud of what he had achieved. ‘Yeah… Just like that,’ he whispers while stroking your walls. After the orgasm he pulled his fingers out and you zipped your pants. It was silent for a moment as Grayson looks at you with a loving smile. ‘Well, ehm, I think we should go back to, eh, cooking,’ you giggle. Grayson puts his arms around you, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. ‘Yeah, we actually should. But I’m having you as dessert.’
Worse Than a Slap (Coda to 12x11 “Regarding Dean”)
During the spell, Dean managed to find time to send a message out. Only thing is he can’t remember what he said. Now Castiel is avoiding him, and he can’t figure out why that is? But when he does, he knows exactly what to do. (AO3)
Castiel sits in the war room, surrounded by papers, maps, and books. They go unnoticed, untouched, as Cas stares at his phone. It rests in his hand, his grip on it tight. It-He is shaking. The pin board is just a few feet away, Kelly’s smiling face in the center staring at him, laughing at him-
“Cas, we’re home!”
Castiel looks up, whipping his phone away, hiding it in his pocket. He stands, just as Sam walks into the room, a bag of take out in hand.
“Sam,” he attempts a smile, “good to see you. Is Dean-“
“Right, here, Cas,” Dean walks in, a grin plastered on his face. He’s already got a drink in hand, and takes a sip out of it.
“Dean,” Castiel smiles, “You remember me?”
Sam and Dean share a glance at Castiel’s reaction. Dean walks forward; just enough to see Castiel’s blue eyes were starting to get glassy.
“Of course,” he starts, “Why wouldn’t I?”
“The memory spell,” Castiel says, tilting his head, “the one you told me about?”
“You don’t… remember?” Cas closes the gap, frowning, “is it… do you-”
“No, no,” Sam answers, walking towards them, “we handled it. Dean’s better.”
“I have no memory of anything that happened while under the spell,” Dean shrugs, “but thankfully, that’s the only thing I can’t remember.”
Dean and Sam exchange another glance as Castiel steps back, hands reaching into his pocket.
“Did I,” Dean asks, “Did I say anything el-“
“No,” Cas cuts him off, blushing, “you called to assuage me of any worry. Although telling me about it did nothing to help.”
“Sorry Cas,” Dean chuckles, laying his hand on Castiel’s shoulder, “wasn’t in my right mind.”
“That’s right,” Cas says, shaking his head, “you weren’t.” He doesn’t look at Dean. Dean swallows hard, and turns to look at Sam. Sam shrugs.
He walks towards the table, putting the bag down. “We were just about to have dinner, Cas,” Sam says, “would you like any-“
“No,” Castiel says, stepping away from Dean, “I think I’ll just go lie down. I’m… tired.”
“Really? I thought you couldn’t get-“
He walks away before Dean can finish. All Dean can do is watch him go.
“What?” Dean says, gruff.
“You sure you can’t remember anything from the curse?” Sam asks, pulling out the food, “Like, at all?”
“It’s just one, big black spot Sammy,” Dean sighs, moving closer. He waves his hand by his head, “’S’all gone!”
“Well, you better hope it comes back,” Sam says, “because something tells me your little chat with Cas wasn’t just that.”
“You and me both,” Dean mutters, taking one of the containers and popping it open. He takes a bite of the rice, and looks back at where Castiel walked out.
Sam is sitting at a table in the library, looking over the spell book Dean and he had acquired. He’s been making notes on them, their translations, trying to glean any useful spells he and Dean might need in the future. That is, until he hears the sounds of footsteps. He looks up to see Castiel standing in the entryway, wringing his hands together, and looking everywhere but at him.
“Something on your mind, Cas?” Sam puts the book down.
“May I,” Castiel starts, “May I speak with you?”
“Of course,” Sam smiles, “you know that.”
Castiel nods, still not meeting Sam’s eyes. He shuffles forward and takes a seat across from Sam. He drums his fingers on the wood. Castiel takes his time talking, so Sam does the first step for him.
“Does this have anything with how you’ve been avoiding Dean,” Sam says, startling Castiel into looking him.
Sam rolls his eyes. “You haven’t been exactly subtle,” Sam leans back, “maybe don’t run out the second he enters a room.”
Castiel blushes, remembering what Sam is talking about. A few days ago, Castiel had been in the kitchen looking for something, anything to do. His head was in the kitchen and the general humming distracted him from listening. That’s why he didn’t hear Dean until he was right behind him.
And how Dean scared him enough to hit his head on one of the shelves.
He bolted the second he could, refusing to look back at Dean. If he did… he wouldn’t have left.
“It may,” Castiel answers Sam’s first question, leaning back as well.
“What is it?”
“Dean, when under the spell,” Castiel says slowly, choosing his words carefully, “How… how was he?”
“How was he?” Sam parrots, eyebrows raised.
“Well, he was fine… for a bit,” Sam tells him, “it was kind of funny, too. He got slapped… forgot the names of things… even forgot which key was Baby’s. But then, then he couldn’t remember his name or-or my name. He forgot more and more with each passing minute it… it scared me. And through it all he was just-happy.”
“He couldn’t remember his life,” Sam says, “the life of a hunter. Anyone would be happy to not have this life.”
“Does he,” Castiel swallows, “Does he wish he still doesn’t remember all that we-all that he did?”
Sam raises a brow at Castiel’s misstep, but answers him anyway. “No,” he says, “he doesn’t. Sure, being able to live a life without being a hunter is rare, but it wouldn’t be Dean. It must have felt nice, for a bit, too escape, but Dean knows this is what he wants in his life.”
Sam can see Castiel thinking, and then watches as he pulls his cell phone out from his coat pocket. He plays with it, fiddling with it while looking up at Sam every few seconds. Sam waits, not wanting to scare him off.
“Hey Sam I was-Cas?”
Castiel stands, pushing the seat back. He stares at Dean, eyes wide and mouth open. Dean mirrors him for a few seconds, then comes back to himself.
He turns and walks out, leaving Dean standing there, his hand outstretched. Dean frowns, lowering his hand. He looks to Sam, only for Sam to roll his eyes at him and shrug. Dean slumps, and walks over to take Castiel’s seat across from Sam.
“Do you have any idea what I did?”
“I might have,” Sam snorts, “before you spooked him.”
Dean throws his arms out, “Really?”
“It must have been something big, Dean,” Sam says, “I bet you wish you were back dealing with slap-girl.”
“I wish all Cas did was slap me,” Dean says, looking down, “at least it’d hurt less.”
Sam’s about to ask what he means when Dean pushes back his seat, eyes locked on something.
“What is it?”
“Cas’s phone,” Dean answers, holding up the small, black object, “he must’ve dropped it when I… yeah.”
“His phone?” Sam’s eyes widen, “you know what this means?”
“We can text Claire and play a prank on her?” Dean huffs, “I don’t know, Sam!”
“We can see what you said to Cas, idiot,” Sam tells him.
“Oh… right,” Dean smiles, then frowns, “Wait… how are we even gonna do that?”
“Leave that to me.”
Sam holds his hand up, and Dean drops the phone in his hand. Dean gets up and moves to Sam’s side, hovering over him.
“How’d you even get in?”
“I knew the passcode.”
“What was it?”
“Zero…nine…” Dean’s face scrunches up in confusion, “Wait, isn’t that the day we-“
“Here it is!” Sam says, “but… it’s not a call.”
“What is it?” Dean leans in closer.
“It’s a… voicemail.”
The brothers look at each other. Sam asks Dean if he should press the button, seeing as how it’ll be Dean’s voice they’ll hear. Dean nods, because he’s just as curious as Sam. Sam presses play.
“Hey Cas! It’s Dean… I know, it’s Sam’s phone but-uh, he told you I broke mine right? I’m sure he had, too-look, that isn’t important. I just wanted to tell you, before I… before… I-uh, no, no keep it together, Winchester. I… sound crazy, don’t I. I also don’t have another shot of recording this message given… well, I won’t draw out the suspense Cas, I’ve been hit by a curse. Some witch got me and… I’m forgetting. Everything. It’s hitting me in bursts like, one moment I’ll have forgotten how to use a pen and the next I don’t… don’t know my own family. And, well-I just wanted to tell you something before I forget. Something I thought I’d get to tell you in person, maybe after a bit too much to drink and I’m a little less afraid. I don’t know if Sammy and me’ll be able to get out of this one. I don’t even know if I’ll know what I’m in in the next hour. But… I want you to know, even if I forget, that… that I love ya, Cas. Not as a brother and not like a friend but, like, the real deal, Cas. I feel it in here-in my heart-whenever I look into your eyes. And the sad thing is I’m even starting to forget what color they are which-which is crazy because they’re my favorite color and-look, I just I wanted you to know because after everything we’ve been through, you deserve to hear these words before either one of us bites it for the last time. I just… didn’t think it’d be now. …What do you mean I’m almost out of time? Who are you to tell me-“
The message cuts out after that. Sam takes a quick glance at Dean from the corner of his eye. His brother is frozen, staring at the device slackjawed. There’s a tear near his eye threatening to fall, and Sam can feel Dean’s body shaking.
He turns, heading in the same direction Castiel went, running after the angel. Sam watches him go.
Castiel is in his room, lying on his bed. He holds onto the pillow, resting his chin on it as he stares at his blank television screen. He’s just about to turn it on when he hears a banging on his door.
“Cas!” Dean calls from the other side, “Cas, open up!”
Castiel does nothing but watch the door with wide eyes. He doesn’t even move, careful not to make a sound and alert the elder Winchester to his presence.
It doesn’t matter.
Dean kicks down the door after a few minutes. He walks in, staring at Castiel with something burning in his eyes.
“Dean!” Castiel yells, shocked, “You kicked down my door! What are you-“
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Castiel’s eyes widen a fraction before they return to normal size. Castiel looks away, fingers playing with the pillow.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Seriously, Cas?” Dean asks, adrenaline making its way out of his system. He collapses onto the bed, a hand resting on Castiel’s ankle. He rubs his thumb across it. Castiel watches him carefully. They sit like that for a few minutes. Castiel dare not run, because he knew Dean would quickly hold him down.
“I heard what I said.”
“Dropped your phone,” Dean chuckles, “by the way, September 18th?”
“It… means a lot to me.”
“It means a lot to me, too.”
“Dean, where are you going with this?”
“I meant it, y’know.”
Castiel raises his brows at Dean’s confession. Dean isn’t looking at him, but the flush is fairly visible crawling up Dean’s neck.
“I thought you said you couldn’t remember?”
“I did,” Dean says, “but, hearing myself I… it all just came back to me, and… you want to know what I was thinking, when I called you?”
“I’m surprised you know what you were thinking back then.”
“I was a little miffed, when I got your voicemail,” Dean chuckles, “but then I started to forget what I was trying to do so I… I focused on your voice. It brought me back. And then, when I was talking, I tried remembering all the little things about you that I… your trench coat, your jokes, how you always look out for me, even when I want to throw you against a wall because of how you do it… your eyes.”
“I thought you couldn’t remember the color of my eyes?”
“For a second,” Dean tells him, “but I looked up at the sky, and I remembered.” Dean turns to him, “Cas, don’t think for a second that this spell made me say something I didn’t really feel. When I was trying to hold on to the most important things, when my head was fogging up worse than San Francisco, my love for you was one of the things I kept a tight grip on. I just wish I didn’t end up losing it, s’all, even for a night…”
“Fuck you, Dean Winchester.”
Dean looks up at Castiel to see tears in the angels eyes.
“Fuck you for calling me,” he continues, “for giving me everything I ever wanted and then ripping it out of my hands.”
Castiel pushes the pillow away, and moves closer. “The next time you have something to tell me, something important,” he growls, grabbing Dean by the shirt, “don’t wait for the next time your life is in danger.”
Then he kisses Dean. Dean is surprised, but soon enough melts into the kiss, raising his hands and threading them in Castiel’s hair.
Castiel turns them around, pushing Dean on his back and straddling him.
“By the way,” he says, pulling away to give Dean some air, “I love you, too.”
Sam is walking down the hallway, Castiel’s phone in hand, trying to find Dean.
“Look, Dean, I know you didn’t want me to hear what I did,” he says, walking closer to Castiel’s door, “but know I still love you, and don’t think any less of you.”
“Okay, good, do you mind shutting up?”
Sam startles, turning to Castiel’s open door–and instantly regretting it, turning back with a heavy blush on his face.
“Dude, seriously?” Sam yells, “you could have closed the door.”
“Sorry,” Dean giggles, body pressed up against Castiel’s under the covers, “guess I forgot.”
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Genre: romance/fluff/Semi-Smut Pairing: Jungkook/You Length: 13276words Summary: You and Jungkook gather up with your friends to play truth or dare and it gets a little dirty.
“I ask for a re-match, I refuse to look at
my dongsaeng being called cute when he has the biggest size in this room!”
Hoseok stands up
“H-Hyung, DON’T DO IT” jungkook glares at
“I choose the next dare” Hoseok says in a
definitive tone “Go ahead and ask your two questions Y/N, because I’m choosing
the next dare”
“Who said I’ll be picking truths “you
“She’s GOING HARD” Taehyung woo-ed
may I remind you that my dick is also going hard because of her?
This sudden change of mood coming from you
made jungkook unconsciously bite his bottom lip because of how adventurous and
feisty you were being. This thrill of you being rebellious was something that
triggered up this raging desire in him. You call it a turn on and something
that stimulated his brain and hormones. Not a gesture not an act, but just a
personality trait that made him sexually aroused.
A way to make him yearn for
something more when he wants to keep it in his pants. He could not help but
imagine what kind of girl could be hiding behind your sweet girl mask. Friends
you were for sure, but this wild side was something he was unaware of. You may
have been a decent chill girl, but this side of you was making him act up along
with his pants. He was going to need lots of self-restrain or some action to happen
tonight, cause’ he wasn’t going to last for very long.
is she acting all wild tonight? Seriously Y/N, WHY ARE DOING THIS TO ME?!
“Go ahead, it’s not like I’m scared” Hoseok
“Are you sure about that?” you raise a
don’t like where this is going. Why is she like this? AND STOP SHIFTING AROUND SO
F*CKING MUCH ON MY VICTIMIZED LAP. UGHHH.LET SOMEONE SURVIVE HERE PLEASE.
“The dare is for Hoseok” you smirk at
Jungkook gasps as he hears the dare you just
threw at hoseok. Both of you were going to be f*cked for real if he didn’t stop
you. So what if you throw this dare? It wouldn’t have been a problem, if Hoseok
wasn’t going to choose the next one. Jungkook knew by experience that the more
savage your dare for Hoseok was, the crueler Hoseok’s dare was going to be for
the next round. Not to forgot that Hoseok previously mentioned that he refused
watching jungkook being called cute when he has the biggest dick. Hoseok
already had something savage in store for the next dare and the fact that you
just challenged him with a savage dare just made it worse. Chances were that
Hoseok was bond to choose a dare that was 10x worse than the one he had in mind
a few minutes earlier.
Jungkook leans closer to your ear to
whisper his discontentment about your choice. It wasn’t the time for him to
freak out over the fact that you were on his lap. He was freaking out about
what the future reserved for you and that’s how he leaned his chest closer to
your smaller frame in order to look at you from the side before leaning his
lips subtly beside your ears.
His sudden act made all the hairs on your
skin stand up for some reason.His face was so close to yours.It was as if he
was invading your personal space. His next whispers were what snapped you out.
“F*CK NO. YOU DID NOT. YOU BETTER TAKE THAT
BACK Y/N. DO YOU WANT HIM TO MURDER US FOR THE NEXT DARE?! DON’T PLAY HIM” jungkook
would whisper with his warm breath on the side of your ear
“He was trying to act all mighty and cocky,
it’s only natural that he sits the f*ck back down on earth” you turn your head
slightly as you whisper and stare back at jungkook
“DON’T F*CKING TRY HIM. DON’T YOU REMEMBER
THAT HE’S SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE THE NEXT DARE AFTER YOU?!! DO YOU WANT US DEAD??”
anger could be noticed in his whispers
“What does it even has to do with you?! The
dare will be for me anyways. It’s not like Hoseok will pick on you when you
haven’t done anything” you whisper back as you roll your eyes
“Girly. I don’t think you understood, but
you and I come together as a combo when it comes to dares. YOUR DARE WILL HAVE
REPERCUSSIONS ON ME.” He growls in your ear
“What the f*ck?” you raise a brow “Jungkook
just shut up” you reply
“YOU SHUT UP” he frowns while eyeing the
close proximity of your pink links
glistering and shiny… I wonder how it’d feel if I kissed–
“You f*cking shut up” you glare at him
the f*ck is she swearing while ordering me around?! Did she studied my turn ons
before coming here, because’ the way she swears. UGH.F*CK.DON’T START IT UP, he’d lean his head back in frustration
We were currently in Roman’s hotel room. I was on the edge of his bed and he was standing directly in front of me with his big, tree trunk arms crossed over his chest.
He looked really good tonight, though. His hair was tied back in his signature man bun. A tight, light grey shirt adorned his upper half, and his dark blue jeans hugged his hips deliciously. I could only imagine what his ass looked like.
‘No! This is not the place or the time for that! Well, maybe the place, but definitely not the time!’ I scolded myself.
“Well, is there anything you’d like to tell me, kid?” Roman asked.
“Uh, no, Sir.” I answered lamely
“Okay, you’ve got to stop calling me that, kid. You’re making me feel old.”
“Well, then maybe you should stop calling me kid” I quickly clapped my hand over my mouth.
“Oh, so you can be fiesty, (y/n).” His deep voice rumbled, while slowly walking closer to me. I was shocked that he even knew my name. He stopped a couple inches in front of me.
I was looking everywhere but at him. He saw that I was purposely avoiding his gaze, so he grabbed me by my hand, again I might add, and forced my to get up off of the bed.
I grabbed onto his shirt, trying to steady myself due to how fast he got me up. I quickly removed them, though. I didn’t want my mind to dwell on how solid he felt or how good he smelt, so I tried to put as much distance between me and him as possible.
“Nuh uh, not so fast.” He stated, pulling me by my arms back towards him. I tried to avert my eyes from his by looking down at our feet, but that was a huge mistake. ‘Is….is he getting hard?’ I asked myself, shamefully feeling pussy come to life at the thought at getting this man hard.
Roman roughly grabbed my chin and pulled my face up so that my eyes could meet his.
His eyes where extremely dark now, almost black. I felt as if I was falling into an endless abyss while looking at them.
“Now, that I have your attention, (y/n), there is another question I’d like to ask you.” He seductively crooned out, leaning into my face so close our lips were basically touching.
I was visibly shaking at this point. One part from fear, another part from lust.
He let his lips lightly brush mine, before making his way to the side of my mouth, leaving a little kiss there while proceeding to kiss his way up my jaw and cheek to my ear.
“Do you want me?” He whispered so softly, I almost missed his question completely.
A fire starts low in my belly at those words. ‘Oh my God’ I think to myself. I began to feel him leave wet kisses on the side if my neck, sucking and slightly nibbling at the flesh like he was trying to leave his mark.
I tried to push him off of me, but he was just too damn strong.
“Mmhmm…” He answered, distracted by the task of littering my neck with love marks.
“I really think you should stop.” Truth is I don’t think I could handle sex with Roman. Physically or emotionally.
“I’m just trying to give you what you wanted” he answers, his left arm slid across my waist, pulling me firmly up against him, while his other hand finds its way into my hair, slightly tugging so that more of my neck was exposed to his hungry mouth.
“But, Roman I really don’t think-”
“God, dammit!” He cursed loudly, voice filled with agitation. he finally released me from his clutches. “(Y/n), you are really pushing it right now. My cock is rock hard right now and all I wanna do is shove it in you.”
I was shocked by his words and more than a little turned on. I was still shaking though. Being scared and horny at the same time is very nerve wracking.
“Well. Have you ever thought that maybe I don’t want to sleep with you?” I asked, nervously licking my lips.
“Psssh, what woman wouldn’t want to sleep with me?”
I shot him a look of annoyance. I felt myself starting to anger at his words. ‘What an asshole’ I thought to myself.
I guess Roman noticed this, because he quickly tried to cover his ass.
“I was just kidding, (y/n). No need for that look.”
“No, you weren’t.” I insisted
“True, but that’s besides the point.” He quickly said. “Anyway, if you really don’t want to have sex with me, then why are you always watching me?”
I was silent. No way was I going to tell him why I watch him. There’s no way I could live down that humiliation.
The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I could tell he was getting annoyed with me at this point.
“(Y/n),” he started, crowding my personal space again, “If you really don’t want to tell me why you constantly watch me, that’s cool.”
‘Thank God!’ I think to myself as my body starts to relax.
“But, I should warn you,” He leaned all the way down until our faces where equal, “If I catch you staring at me again, I will dead ass fuck you right then and there.” He finished, slightly smirking at me.
Oh, I knew it was too good to be true. My body tensed right back up and I was having a hard ass time breathing.
I had to tell him why I was always watching him. I’d rather do that than potentially act out a porno in front of people.
“OK, I’ll tell you.” I mumbled out.
‘Asshole’ I think to myself. I clear my throat before I begin my explanation. “The real reason I’m always watching you…..” I trail off trying to find the courage to finish my statement, “ I do it because I think you’re a werewolf…” I whispered so quietly I could hardly even hear it.
“I’m sorry, did I just hear you say you think I’m a werewolf?“ Roman asked incredulously, taking several steps back.
I nervously nodded my head, my eyes back to being trained on the floor.
It’s silent for what feels like an eternity.
“How old are you? You look a little too old to believe in fairy tales.” Trying his hardest to keep a straight face.
“ I’m twenty-three, and its not just fairy tales! I have proof!“ I say, exasperated with his response.
“Are you on drugs? Or are you still hanging out with Bray? I honestly don’t know which one is worst at this point.”
I looked up at him with my mouth open. Did he really just ask me if I did drugs? “YOU, Sir,” I began,“ have no right to accusing anyone one of drug use, Mr. Failed wellness policy. And don’t you insult Bray that way. He isn’t that bad!”
Truth is, Bray is actually that bad. The only reason I would sometimes seek him out is because he knew a lot about supernatural stuff. Unlike me, he is mostly focused on the demonic, creepy side of the spectrum. The guy’s a total nut case, BUT he is a nut case who knows his shit.
After my earlier outburst, gone was Roman’s humorous expression. The room was stuffy with tension. I hoped I didn’t go too far with the wellness policy thing.
‘Fuck,’ I think to myself as the silence stretches out.
All of a sudden, Roman starts laughing. Really laughing. Like gut holding laughter. What the fuck does he find so funny?
“Oh, sweetheart,” he starts, trying to catch his breath as his laughter dies down, “I really, really like this side of you.”
His laughter had stopped completely now, but he had a beautiful smile planted on his face. ‘Dear God’ I internally swooned, taking in that gorgeous thing.
“I like the quirky, sweet, and awkward thing you usually have going on, but this,” he started with a little laugh, “Is priceless.”
He makes his way back towards me until he is back inside my personal bubble.
“But I do like this side of you a whole lot more than the side that seems terrified of me.” He softly tells me, raising his right hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear, letting his hand lightly caress my cheek.
“Why are you so afraid of me, (y/n)?” Roman asked, looking deeply in my eyes.
Why was I so afraid of Roman? I initially wasn’t afraid of him. I had my reservations due to his high standings in the business, but never fear. I started fearing him pretty recently.
It was the night after his amazing promo with Cena. The audience ate up every line of it, so did the people backstage. Although it was great, it was easy to see that Roman was pissed off at Cena’s off script remarks. Roman responded amazingly in my opinion, but it was easy to see his agitation. He came backstage fuming, and I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I was hurrying to my makeup station in order to get one of the talents make up ready for tonight. Not paying attention to where I was going, I ran directly into Roman. If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now due to the glare he shot me. He let out a sound that was something only heard in nightmares. The growl left all the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck standing straight up. I didn’t like seeing Roman look so scary. He looked like a beast wearing a man’s face with that expression. What made it all the more worst was that he leveled me that gaze. I was used to being ignored or looked over, I could deal with that from someone like him. But for him to shoot me such a menacing expression, it hurt me deeply.
I don’t know why I was so upset about it. It’s not like me and Roman were ever close, but for some reason I felt in my very heart of hearts that I knew this man. As I’ve watched him over these past months I’ve been with the WWE, I’ve learned a lot about him. The pensive expression he has on his face when he’s trying to figure something out. The way his eyes crinkle on the sides when he smiles. The love he shows to the kid fans he meets, and the bashfulness he expresses in the presence of the older ones. Maybe I wouldn’t have been so upset if someone else looked at me that way, but that fact that it was Roman hurt me deeply because I admired this man so much. Maybe I’m being a bit dramatic, but I can’t change how that incident made me feel.
‘Oh my God, I think I like Roman.’ I admit to myself. Maybe it wasn’t him I was fearing this whole time. Maybe I was fearing him rejecting me.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Roman asked worriedly, taking in my watery eyes.
“I think I need to go…” I quietly said, desperately wanting to go back to my hotel, crawl under my blanket, and cry at my own foolishness.
“(Y/n),” he started, reaching for my face again. I flinch at his movement. He studied me for a while with an unreadable expression.
“You know I would never hurt you, right?” Roman asked, securely grasping my cheeks with both of his hands, stroking them tenderly.
I searched his eyes carefully for any signs of deception. I found none.
I answered him by going up on my tippy toes and pressing my lips against his.
He seemed shocked by my forwardness. So was I.
It doesn’t take long for him to dominate the kiss. The intensity of it takes my breath away. I felt his tongue slowly, but deliberately lick across my bottom lip, before he began to use his teeth to nibble on it. My panties were already soaked. If he could make me feel this good with his lips on mine, I wondered what he could do with the rest of his body.
The kiss was starting to grow hotter and more desperate as time went on. His hands left my face and traveled down the sides of my body until they met my backside. He squeezed at the flesh there, and I let out a loud moan in the kiss.
He pulled away from the kiss, coming up for air. “Damn” he muttered, taking in my dazed appearance. “Take off that dress.” He demanded. I hastily slid the thick straps off the shoulders, and shimmied the tight, black material down my body. I was left in only my plain, black thong.
“God damn” Roman muttered, moving his hand to the definite bulge in his jeans, palming the length while taking in my almost bare body. Seeing him grab at himself because of me caused my pussy to throb uncontrollably. I started rubbing my thighs together to alleviate some of the discomfort.
“Sit down for me, (y/n).” He requested. I quickly followed his instructions, wanting to desperately get ride of the ache between my legs.
“Now since you made me wait so long before I could ravage you,” he begins with a wicked gleam in his eyes, “I think you owe me a little something.” I Watched Roman as he stepped out of his shoes and tugged his shirt over his head. ‘Fuck!’ I think to myself, looking at his broad, tattooed torso. He then proceeded to drop his pants and underwear. ‘Double fuck!’ I yell to myself, taking in the python that jutted straight up, resting snuggly against his toned stomach.
I’ve only had sex one time before this, and it was God awful. Hopefully the couple of times I watched porn will come in handy.
“What are you waiting for, (y/n), suck it.” He ended his demand by taking his right hand and sliding it in my hair and wrapping the hair around his fist. I nervously leaned forward and kissed the tip of his shaft. He hissed at this. ‘So far, so good’ I think to myself.
I bring my right hand up and wrapped it around his thick shaft. It felt heavy and warm in my small hands. I slowly started moving my hand up and down his cock.
“You’re killing me with this pace, babe.” Roman groans out as I continue to jerk off his cock slowly.
“Hey, this is only my second time having sex.” I admit. He must really think I’m a kid now.
I look up in his eyes at his lack of response, and almost orgasm instantly at the look he was giving me. ‘Did his eyes just glow?’ I asked myself. It was quick, but it definitely happened.
I felt his cock harden even more in my soft hands. He gently slid my hand off his cock. “Lay down for me.” He gently asked. I followed his instructions.
He picked up my left foot and presses a small kiss on the inside of my ankle. He trailed the kisses all the way up to the very top of my thigh, a breath away from the place where I needed him the most. He ghosted his mouth over to the top of my other thigh, licking up any moisture that was dripping from my flooded pussy.
Roman then proceeded to wrap his lips completely over my clothed covered clit. My back arched at the contact, mouth opened in a silent gasp.
“Since you’re basically a virgin in my eyes, I’m going take it upon myself to make sure you cum as many times as possible tonight.” He growled out, hungrily devour my clothed pussy. Before I knew it I heard a loud rip. I looked down my body to see that he ripped of the flimsy piece of fabric with his teeth. ‘Damn that’s hot’ I thought to myself.
He relentlessly dove back in, flattening his tongue against my pussy, slowly flicking the tip of his tongue against my opening. “Shit!” I swear loudly, having a hard time staying still. Roman draped my left leg over his right shoulder, and draped his arms across my stomach to keep me from wiggling too much. I had to endure the wicked things his tongue was doing to my inexperienced pussy. Before I knew it, I felt a wave of uncontrollably lust wash over me as he lightly bit my clit. My pussy quivered and clenched as I came all over his mouth and beard. He kissed his way up my body, and attacked my mouth with his once he made it to my lips. I could taste myself on his lips. It was driving me crazy.
As he was kissing me, I noticed something strange. Was his teeth getting bigger?
Roman pulled away, giving me a sinful little smirk. “I wanna see you get yourself off, (y/n). I used to fuck my own hand, thinking about you rubbing your little pussy thinking of me. Show me how you pleasure yourself baby.” Roman insist, slightly leaning back on his left arm, with his legs open and his right hand working on his huge cock.
“I don’t touch myself to get off…” I quietly admitted. “Then show me what you do.” Roman demanded, voice low and gravely due to the hand squeezing his cock.
I nervously grabbed the pillow behind me. “Fuck!” Roman groaned out as he realized what I was planing to do. I folded the pillow and then placed it a couple inches in front of him before I straddled it. The lustful stare he leveled me with gave me the courage to rub my pussy across the pillow to get off. It felt really good to get myself off while the object of my affection was watching me. Not to mention it was sexy as hell. I started humping the pillow harder.
“Does that beautiful little cunt of your’s feel good, (y/n)? You fucking that little pussy good on that pillow?” Roman asked, voice making my pussy even wetter as his hand started stroking his thick length even faster.
“Ahhh” I moaned out loudly, aching to cum, seeking the friction the pillow gave my clit. “Ohhh! I’m so close, Roman!” I moan out, rubbing my pussy faster and faster across the pillow.
“That’s it, baby! Get that little pussy off!” His words were my undoing. I let out a short shrieking sound as I felt my orgasm course through me like a current. My pussy felt almost numb now. “Fuck! That was so hot, baby.” Roman compliments, taking his cock off out of his hand. I smiled tiredly in his direction.
He crawled his way back toward my body. He removed the soiled pillow from under my legs, and licked the moisture from the pillow case.
“Lay down for me again, baby girl.” He gently said, placing the pillow to the left of our bodies. I lay my back against the cool sheets, and open my legs. Roman smiles at the invitation. He settled himself in between my thighs, his cock feeling hot and heavy against the inside of my thigh. He kissed my lips again, effectively making me yearn for more of him due to the tenderness of it. He grabbed me by my thighs and flipped us around so that I was straddling him. His cock still managed to look intimidating underneath the lips of my pussy as I straddled it. I began to rub myself slightly against it. Roman moaned deeply, grabbing my ass cheeks to guide me.
“I want you to ride my cock. Hard.” He emphasizes. I moaned heavily at his words. I put my hands on his hard stomach to lift my hips up. I felt him guide his cock to my throbbing hole. I slowly lowered myself onto his dick. Once I managed to get it all the way in, I felt as if the wind has been knocked out of me. My last boyfriend never filled me up this much. Not even close.
“Fuck your pussy feels amazing, sweetheart!” Roman groaned out loudly.
I carefully lifted my hips up, and then slowly dropped them back down to meet his hips. I did this for a little, trying to get use to the length and grith of his cock. Roman stroked my back understandably, helping me to guide my hips in a comfortable rhythm. As I got more comfortable, and the pleasure began to kick in, I started riding his cock faster. “Shit, baby girl!” I hearrd him say, while grabbing my ass, starting to control the pace more and more by rocking his hips up to meet mine and dragging me up and down on his dick.
I leaned forward, placing my hands on his shoulders as I attempted to ride is dick faster and harder. This position caused his cock to hit a spot in me that caused my legs to shake. “Oh, fuck!” I yelled out, as Roman bounced me faster up and down his fat cock.
“Fuck this” he loudly cursed. He flipped us over, and positioned both of my legs over his shoulders. He started slamming his cock in me, stretching my cunt deliciously. The tip of his cock was pounding into my cervix so hard, sparks of pain were coming from my stomach.
“Roman!” I screamed out a particularly hard thrust. “It’s starting to hurt!”
“Maybe I wanted to fuck you so hard your tight little pussy would hurt!” Roman growled out. He continued to stretch me to my limit, fucking my body into a lust filled haze. There was no place I wanted to be at that moment. The best place to be was on that bed with Roman’s dick brutally fucking me.
Roman reached in between my legs and roughly squeezed my clit. I screamed loudly. My pussy started convulsing over Roman’s cock violently. “Fuck, (y/n)!” He yelled out. I drenched his cock in my cum. I came so much it felt like I wet myself. My back arched into a perfect bow, my damp breast smushed against his sweat drenched chest. Roman started pounding my pussy harder. “Shit!” He gasped as his cock expanded inside me. When his cum started to fill me, his cock was twitching like mad inside me. I could feel it splashing against walls. He slowly kept moving his cock in me, trying to make sure every drop made it in my greedy pussy.
When he finally pulled out, I could feel his seed drip down my thighs. I was completely exhausted and sated. I felt the bed dip as Roman removed himself from me to cover our bodies with the bed covers. “Good ma-” I heard him start. I didn’t hear the rest because I fell asleep.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I woke up to Roman kissing my bare shoulder. He was spooning me. I turned around to face him and my heart clenched at the sight that I saw. His hair was sexily mussed, falling into his face. He gave me an adorable, sleepy smile.
A little later, I found myself in my same dress from last night, minus any underwear. Roman was showered, and dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a plain black tee.
“I enjoyed last night a lot.” Roman said with a smile, leaning against the door frame of the hotel room door.
“I did, too” I said, smiling back at him.
“I really do like you, (y/n),” Roman stated, looking deeply in my eyes. “And I’d love to see where this thing goes.” He said motioning between the two of us.
I was relieved to hear him say that. I felt my cheeks warm at the sentiment. “I’d like that as well.” I answered, giving him a warm smile.
“See you later.” He told me, leaning in to give me a lingering kiss on the cheek.
“Bye.” I said giving him a toothy smile. As he slowly closed the door, he kept his eyes trained on mine. His eyes slowly started to glow a brilliant light gray. He gives me a devilishly handsome smirk as he the door shuts.
I felt my mouth drop open at what he just revealed to me.
“You son of a bitch!”
I hope you guys enjoyed. I’m sorry it was so long 😅 I get carried away sometimes 😳
Can u pls write a barry allen x reader where the reader works for team arrow w oliver queen so they have to spend lots of time together and barry gets super jealous. And then one night at a arrow x flash gathering he gets really jealous and goes home early but the reader chases after him and reassures him something super fluffy pls xxx
I don’t think this was super fluffy at all, I’m quite sorry for that!! Thank you for sending in the request - I really need me some speedster love. Hope you enjoy this nevertheless!!
Barry shakes his head. He really did
try his hardest not to let this get to him but seeing you there, talking,
smiling and being all chummy with Oliver is just too much for him to handle.
His heart hurts and it just hurts seeing you like that with anyone but him.
Barry takes one last longing look at you but as soon as the meeting is over,
without waiting for you, Barry runs home.
“Thanks for bringing in your
boyfriend, Y/N.” Oliver teases knowing just how much it makes you flush whenever
he talks about Barry and you smack his arm lightly. “But really though, thank
you. Having him around was a really big help and we would not have been able to
do it without him.” Oliver tells you earnestly. He knows for sure the only
reason Barry had agreed to helping is mainly because of you. Not that he minds at
all. It was really nice having a speedster on his side.
You exchange a few more words with
Oliver before saying your goodbyes to your own team. You frown when you realize
the man you are looking for is not with his team so you approach Cisco instead.
“Do you know where Barry went? We were supposed to go for dinner after this…”
You even had reservations – perks of knowing Oliver Queen – for the both of you
at this new restaurant that just opened in town.
Cisco glances around before shrugging
his shoulders. “Sorry, Y/N – he was here a moment ago.” He tells you
apologetically but you shake your head, dismissing his apology. You take out
your phone and tried calling him. The first few calls went unanswered but your
fourth call, Barry finally picks up.
“Hey, Barry! Where are you? I thought
we were going to go for dinner?” You ask him, chewing the inside of your cheek.
It made you worry when Barry failed to answer your calls – he normally never
does that, so you must have done something wrong? But you try to recall what
you have done throughout the entire day.
Barry stays silent for a few minutes.
“Why don’t you just go and have that dinner with Oliver instead.” He says it so
quietly you almost missed it but because you know Barry like the back of your
hand, the moment those words left his mouth, you knew something was wrong.
“Where are you?” You ask him instead
of entertaining his suggestion.
Barry sighs and you can hear the
rustle of bedsheets. “Home.”
You nod your head. “Alright.” Without
saying anything, you hang up the call. You knew if you tell Barry you were
going after him, he would probably run away before you could even get there. You
take a look at both Teams before excusing yourself, telling Oliver to give you
the weekend off.
“Okay? See you next week then, Y/N.”
Oliver calls out as you leave the base.
Barry sighs, running his hand through
his hair, roughly messing it up. His jealousy got the best of him again and he
must have made you upset because you had hung up the call immediately. He knows
there is nothing going on between Oliver and you but he just can’t help it –
the chemistry between the two of you cannot be denied and you are always
working together with Oliver too. It’s just too much for him sometimes.
Barry must have been too lost in his
own thoughts because he almost falls off the bed when you threw yourself on top
of him, pinning him down on the bed. He stares at you in surprise and look away
when you lean closer to him. He could have gotten out of your hold but he knew
the moment he tries to do so, you will probably get a hold of him again.
“Why did you leave, Barry? I even
made reservations for us at the new restaurant I was telling you about.” You
try to look at your boyfriend’s face but he was having none of it, preferring
to look at everything but you. You sigh and lean away, letting go of his arms. “Barry,
are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?” You ask him, you have tried
coming up with possibilities of why your Barry might be mad at you but you have
come up empty.
Barry lets out a rough sigh before
sitting up, holding your waist. He finally looks at you, aware of the hurt and
confusion he must have caused you. “It’s nothing, Y/N.” He shakes his head but
the frown on your face deepens. “It’s just something silly.” He murmurs but
when you grab his face with your hand, Barry stares at you without any
“Tell me please.” You look up at him,
caressing his cheek soothingly with your thumb and Barry must have found
whatever it was he had been searching on your face because he uses his hand to
cover yours, pulling it on to his lap instead, lacing your fingers with his.
“It’s just that… I got jealous,
alright?” Barry confesses and you stare at him in shock. “I saw you with Oliver
and it just made me think why you are with me when obviously you could be with
someone like Oliver – he has the looks, the money and even has power.” Barry
shakes his head as he lists all the points he can think of – the more he tells
you, the more he realizes just how silly this is because he knows you are not
one who chases after the looks, money and power. “It’s silly and I just, my
jealousy got the best of me and I left, okay?”
You reach for Barry’s face and bring
his head down to meet yours. The kiss the two of you shared is not as innocent
as they normally are but instead you poured all of your feelings in to the
kiss, letting Barry know that he is the only one for you. When you pull away,
Barry is staring at you.
“Barry Allen, you need to get this in
to your head – Oliver Queen may have all of those you said but he isn’t the one
I fell irrevocably in love with!” You poke his chest. “I fell in love with you -
a day has never gone by without me thinking about you! I am absolutely crazy
about you, Barry!” You exclaim firmly. “Oliver may shoot arrows but you are the
one that makes my heart race like crazy and I love you, Barry Allen.”
A small grin appears on Barry’s face
and you stare at him. “That was just a very bad reference, Y/N.” He could not
help but chuckle at the indignant look you have but before you could even say
anything else, Barry pulls you in to his embrace and buries his nose on your
hair, pressing his lips multiple times on your forehead.
You pout and try to cross your arms
because you are not done telling Barry just how much you love him but it seems
like Barry is having none of it as he continues to hug you close to him every
single time you try to struggle out of his hold. “I’m sorry, Y/N – I need a
better hold on my jealousy,” Barry tells you after a while when you have
finally relaxed in his hold, content to playing with his back instead, drawing
You shake your head, “But there
should not be a reason for you to be jealous in the first place – I love you,
Barry.” You tell him and Barry pulls back to look at you. He grabs your face,
pulling and squishing your cheeks before placing a kiss on your lips.
“I know and I really love you too,
Y/N. I’m sorry.” He apologizes. “Also sorry because that reservation is going
to end up getting wasted.” He tells you apologetically when he remembers the
dinner plans the two of you made. You shake your head, pressing a kiss on his
palm. “Will you forgive me for ever doubting you?”
“Only if you buy dinner for the next
two weeks and I get my favourite flowers every now and then,” You lift up a
finger to stop Barry from talking. “And if you take me out on dates too!” You
list out cheekily. Barry laughs before nodding his head. He brings your fingers
to his lips, kissing each and every one of them.
“I’ll start with one now.” Barry
disappears in a blink on an eye before reappearing, making you sit on his lap
instead. He hands you your favourite take-out food. “It’s too late for me to
get your favourite flowers but we can enjoy dinner, if you like?” He asks you
and you grin happily at him.
Barry watches you lovingly for a few
minutes. How could he ever doubt you in the first place? He also knows you only
have eyes for him – it is very obvious now that the jealousy is gone and that
you have reassured him countless of times about your love for him. “Hey, Y/N?”
You look up from your food, frowning
when you realize that Barry has yet to touch his. “Yeah?”
Okay, I grow bored with this fight. I’m casting Polymorph on myself.
Oh fuckin’ wowww.
Griffin, I’m textin’ you. Because you’ll need this information. If you could just describe to everybody what they see.
Oh my God, Justin.
Taako’s arms sink into his chest so that he’s just got sort of little arms, and his head gets really big and really long and his teeth get very sharp and he grows a tail, and he turns into a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Requested Imagine: Can I request one where the reader is an actor for the avengers movies and she had to go get her wisdom teeth taken out and the cast is left to take care of her loopy self? Anonymous
“Hi Thor!” you yell and giggle as the car pulls up to the sidewalk. You’re standing outside the dentist’s office. You are quite loopy, but only because you had to get your wisdom teeth out and apparently you had to be sedated for that. So you’re still a little affected by the drugs. You open the car door and stumble in nearly falling into Robert on the backseat.
“How are you feeling, sunshine?” Robert asks you with a grin already pulling out his phone.
“Nooooo, no photos,” you say loudly and try to knock the phone out of his grip, but he doesn’t let go, so you almost start crying, because you can’t really control anything at the moment.
“Fine, no photos,” Robert says and you immediately turn your frown upside down. You lean forward and reach out for Thor in the front seat. But you forget what you were about to say, when you feel his big arm muscles.
“You have really big arms. I think they have the same size as my thigh. That’s like… You have thighs for arms, Thor.” And you start to giggle again not stopping before you’re at your apartment. Robert helps you inside while Thor finds a parking spot. Then he joins you in the apartment.
“I can’t remember your name, so I’m just going to keep on calling you Thor,” you inform Thor. He just laughs and puts his arm around you.
“My name is Chris,” he says and kisses the top of your head.
“I like Thor better,” you say and poke his side making him laugh again. You run to the kitchen to find something to drink, but nothing seems interesting, so you abandon the mission and return to the living room where two new people are standing now; Scarlett and Evans.
“I may or may not have invited the crew,” Robert says. You run to Evans and hug him.
“Don’t tell the others, but you’re my favourite,” you whisper loudly and laugh.
“And why’s that?” he asks with a smile keeping an arm around you to keep you steady.
“Because you have a really perky butt,” you admit and pinch the perky butt.
“How much did they give you, Y/N?” Mark asks as he enters the room with Jeremy.
“We’re all together now, this is perfect. I have a proposal!” You clap your hands and stand on the sofa table to gain some height.
“You all have to take turns giving me and Scarlett piggyback rides. And I’m the queen of this table, so you must do as I command.” And that’s the end of discussion. So the guys actually agree to give you and Scarlett piggyback rides. It’s the funniest afternoon you’ve had in a while.
- Izuku went to special ‘school’ training to awaken his quirk. It was a scam. Instead, he went through a year long torturous experiments. - He became emotionally unstable as an effect of said 'school’. His personality can change in a matter of seconds. - He’s hard to anger, but when he looses his temper someone usually gets hurt. - Although he enjoys dealing pain to others he freaks out from even the smallest amount of pain dealt to him by others. - Recording of Katsuki’s voice on his phone in probably the only thing that can calm him down. - He’s super obsessed with Bakugou to point of absent mindlessly stalking him. - He sees everything as a game. He sometimes sets up heroes and villains fights on purpose. - He gathers funds for his 'fun’ by selling information on heroes. - It’s never on big shots like top 10-20 or really big info. - He lost his left arm during the experiments. He never told anyone where he got his prosthetic. - Whenever he tortures someone he removes their memories. - He removed all of his mother’s memories of himself. (Maybe, I’m not sure yet). - He has a twin sister in this AU, they wanted to be a hero duo but it did obviously not work.
-His quirk is a notebook. If he writes certain information about original owner a quirk he can use said quirk. -He has a cooldown between quirk switches, can use like three quirks at a time. -Cooldown depends on how strong quirk is, maybe. -He has one quirk he never switches. Like, one making eyeball spiders that can use quirks used on them but in much weaker from? If for example, someone used a gravity manipulating quirk spider it was used on would gain that skill, but only the one and would hold it until being destroyed or Izuku swapping the quirk.