“What toothpaste brand do you like?” you asked as you walked down the aisle. You were too busy staring at the different brands of toothpaste in your hands to notice the person you were talking to wasn’t Hoseok.
“I like the one in your left hand” a strange voice responded.
Your head snapped up to look at the owner of the voice that didn’t belong Hoseok. As you took in his frame, he was definitely the complete opposite of the person you had mistaken him for.The boy in front of you was tall, muscular. His messy dark hair hidden beneath a beanie. He smiled at you and for a second you forgot how words worked, incapable of processing anything else that he was saying.
“I’m sorry, I thought you were my roommate” you nervously spat out as soon as you regained the ability to speak.
He laughed as the two of you stood awkwardly across from each other, “Don’t worry about it”
“Marco!” you heard Hoseok’s voice ring out through the otherwise quiet pharmacy.
“Polo” you responded as your cheeks flushed a million different shades of red as the boy’s face lit up even more. But you couldn’t get the nerve to look at him, avoiding eye contact by returning one of the tubes of toothpaste back onto the shelf you had taken it from. The sound of your rescue, Hoseok’s footsteps, got louder and louder as they filled the growing awkward silence between the two of you.
“Y/N, where have you been? I thought you got swallowed by a toothpaste monster or something” Hoseok teased as he walked up to the two of you.
“we practiced. we’ve been through it over and over again. we all know the plan doesn’t end this morning. that we might have to live in uncertainty for days, maybe even more. that we have to keep our faith in each other. if we can hold onto that with everything we have, the future is ours. the world is ours.”
- romanticises mental illness - incredibly triggering - no compelling story - boring main character - 9000 bike riding scenes honestly what the hell - main girl wrecks main guys life for no apparent reason - feels like a john green book, and not in a good way - just, Yikes
OKAY I REALLY, really dont draw animals like EVER but this was a really cute ask SO I GAVE IT A TRY SLDKFJLDS i tried making jasper a giant golden crowned flying fox and pearl a gambian epauletted fruit bat
since i dont feel confident in my animal drawing skills here are some batty jaspearl chibs too lol
prompt: “i had a nightmare about you and i just wanted to make sure you’re okay” + “hey, i’m with you, okay? always” + “do you want me to leave?” + “i think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified” + “i shouldn’t be in love with you” + “kiss me”
pairing: tony x reader
word count: 2.6k+
warnings: nightmares, 2am confessions of love, purest form of fluff
a/n: i wanna give tony all the love he deserves he’s the purest soul in this world and he needs to be reminded how wonderful he is every hour of the day x
SPOILER: THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN
It was just past 2am when Y/N’s eyes shot open, her heart going 120 miles per second in her chest. Her fingers were gripping the bed sheets firmly and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
She was never one to suffer from nightmares but the dream she had just violently woken up from could surely be on the top ten list of the worst ones she ever had.
She slowly relaxed, staring up at the ceiling, still breathing heavily.
It was okay. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real.
But as she continued to look at the vast expanse of space above her head, barely being able to make out the shape of the chandelier in the pitch black room, she realised that the feeling of dread simply wouldn’t go away and allow her to go back to sleep.
Something felt horribly wrong. It was like that feeling you get right before you get your results after a test you didn’t study for. Except multiplied by twenty.
She reached under her pillow and searched for her phone, squinting at the screen as she attempted to read the time. She knew everyone in the compound was asleep but the idea of staring at the ceiling until morning, feeling this awful sense of doom, wasn’t a good idea.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” She whispered, too quiet for any person to hear.
“Yes, Ms Y/L/N?” The voice sounded through the room and as strange as it was, Y/N was glad this computer system was watching over her and would inform someone if she was in trouble.
“Do you happen to know what Tony is doing?”
“Mr Stark is currently sleeping in his bedroom. Would you like me to wake him up?”
Y/N shook her head. “No, thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”
“You are more than welcome.”
Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair as she pushed the covers off and sat up. She looked around her room; there was a soft beam of light coming in through the curtains that relaxed her a little but she just felt so damn alone in her room after that nightmare.
She slowly stood up and made her way to the bathroom where she splashed some water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment.
The horrid feeling just wouldn’t leave her chest. It was as if the world was closing in on her and she couldn’t do anything about it until she knew he was safe.
F.R.I.D.A.Y had told her he was. He was asleep in his room. But computers could crash and even Tony’s tech could break down every once in a while. Knowing this, Y/N also knew she wouldn’t fall back asleep until she saw he was really okay.
So she dried her face with a soft towel and shut the lights out in her bathroom before exiting her room and beginning her descent towards Tony’s quarters.
The walk was long and Y/N’s bare feet were cold as they padded across the white tiles of the hallways. She liked living in the compound but walking through it alone at night felt like wandering the halls of a hospital when everyone else was sleeping. The walls were white, the floors were white, and there were elements of steel and glass everywhere.
It wasn’t surprising; the building acted as a headquarters for one of the biggest businesses in the world and only a small fraction of it consisted of living spaces. It seemed, however, that her bedroom was miles away from where Tony’s quarters were located. She had to take a long hallway, then a set of stairs, then another hallway, and climb another two floors before she reached it. By the time she was standing face to face with his door, the feeling of dread in her chest had grown by a thousand.
She knocked softly and when she didn’t receive a response, she pressed down the handle and gently pushed open the door. Because of how new the building was, the door did not creak and Y/N was beyond thankful. She pushed it open just enough to squeeze her head through and see if Tony was around. Realising he wasn’t, she pushed the door open wider and stepped inside.
The living area of his apartment was lit up by moonlight which seeped in through the giant windows. As F.R.I.D.A.Y. had told her, Tony wasn’t on the sofa, or in the kitchen, and the door leading down to his lab was closed, meaning he wasn’t in there, either. The only place left was his bedroom.
Y/N shut the door behind her quietly and tiptoed towards where she knew his room was located, almost walking into the corner of the glass coffee table.
When she finally reached his room, she noticed the door was ajar, and just like before she stuck her head inside. She scanned the room, quickly realising that from where she was standing she could not see Tony’s bed. So she lightly pushed the door open and to her horror, the hinges creaked as if they were fifty years old. Y/N cursed under her breath because a second later Tony’s concerned voice rang through the room.
Y/N inhaled sharply and emerged from behind the half closed door. Tony was now sitting up in his bed, the white covers bunched around his waist and his face displaying mild apprehension. Next to his bed stood one of his suits, eyes glowing, left hand outstetched, ready to fire.
“It’s just me,” Y/N murmured, seeing Tony visibly relax. He expelled a breath.
“Power down.” The suit dropped its arm, took a few steps back to stand in the corner and its eyes stopped glowing like two burning torches.
Y/N remained standing where she was, her fingers shyly curling around the hem of her pyjama shorts. She casually studied Tony’s face to make sure he was okay.
“Why are you here at…” he glanced towards the clock on his bedside table. “2am?”
Y/N hesitated, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She could feel the softness of Tony’s white furry rug between her toes, the pleasant heat of the electric fire place burning in the corner of the room, and the innocent curiosity of his eyes as he waited for her to answer.
On top of it all, she could also feel her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.
“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
He remained quiet for a moment but his expression softened as he studied her from across the room. She looked spooked and Tony wanted to ask her what the nightmare was about, but he figured this wasn’t the right moment. She already seemed uncomfortable after having been caught checking up on him.
“Are you okay?” She asked quietly and Tony nodded softly in response.
“Yeah, and are you?”
She bit her lip and then shook her head. And in an instant she was rushing across the room, climbing onto his bed and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“What’s wrong? What did you dream about?” He asked quietly, recovering from the shock and slowly beginning to stroke her hair. She moved to sit on his lap, her face buried in the crook of his neck, feeling so much more relaxed now that she could feel the warmth of his skin, hear his quiet breathing, his hands wrapped tightly around her. Y/N never wanted to let him go, afraid that if she did, he’d vanish like he did in her nightmare.
“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Tony assured her, honestly kind of confused by why a nightmare about something happening to him would affect her so much. They were friends, sure, but he was also friends with the rest of the team and not a single one of his other co-workers had rushed into his room at 2am because they were scared for his safety. Something felt different about this situation, and as he continued to hold her, feeling her grip him so tightly he’d find it painful if the situation was any different, Tony began to wonder why she was so shaken.
She remained sitting in his lap for minutes, and when she hiccuped quietly Tony realised she had been crying. He tightened his grip on her, threw his bed covers over her shoulders and pulled her down to lie down with him.
“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologised suddenly, sniffing a little and feeling so damn silly. But Tony wasn’t laughing at her, and he wasn’t teasing her for being an idiot. He just held her tight, let her lie down with her head on his chest and continued to stroke her hair as she attemtped to calm down.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s going to be okay.” He kissed her forehead and in response Y/N released a shaky breath and closed her eyes. It was fine. He was safe. Nothing bad had happened to him.
“It just seemed really real. I got scared that something might’ve happened to you,” she muttered into his chest, and Tony could feel her fist the fabric of his t-shirt. He kissed her head again.
“I’m alright. Nothing has happened so you don’t need to be scared,” he assured her softly, and when Y/N sniffed, Tony placed his hand over her own. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
She nodded softly, squeezing her eyes shut so that her remaining tears fell on her cheeks and then she promised herself she was fine. It was just a bad dream.
“Do you want me to leave?” She questioned, her voice barely audible but Tony was so close he heard every syllable clearly. Y/N silently hoped he’d let her stay; she didn’t want to go back to her room and sit in the daunting silence. She felt too at peace right where she was.
“Do you want to go?” He asked instead of answering her previous question and when she shook her head, Tony’s lips curved up into a soft little smile and he pulled her even closer to him. “Stay then. You’re more than welcome to.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, and he kissed her head one last time before feeling her relax in his arms. Tony took this as his moment to go back to sleep so he shut his eyes and savoured the feeling of her arm draped over his stomach, her head on his chest, her legs tangled with his. She was breathing softly, the sound lulling Tony to sleep and soon he could feel himself beginning to drift off.
The sound of her voice pulled him back to reality.
She remained silent for a moment. Y/N bit her lip and for a moment, she wished she hadn’t called his name. But she did, and now Tony was waiting for her to say something. And other than the one sentence which had been flashing in her mind like a bright neon sign for the past month, she didn’t really have anything else to say.
“I know it’s silly but…” She paused, inhaling sharply and Tony stroked her arm, scared she might cry again. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
He didn’t respond immediately and a moment of strangely peaceful silence lingered in the air. It felt good to have it off her chest and surprisingly, Y/N didn’t fear getting rejected because even if he didn’t feel the same, they’d still be friends; and that was more than enough for her. Just knowing he was happy and safe was enough for her.
The sheets rustled as Tony moved under her. For a moment she thought he was going to remove himself from the bed, but instead, he rolled over onto his side so that he was facing her, and pushing Y/N to lie on her back instead. He looked down at her and instead of lying motionless and waiting for his response as any other person would after confessing their feelings, Y/N reached up and cupped his face in her hand.
Tony’s eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch. He smiled softly, and when Y/N noticed, she smiled, too. They didn’t move for several seconds, but then Tony opened his eyes, removed her palm from his face and brought the back of her hand to his lips instead.
He pressed a long kiss to the soft flesh, looking at her face while his mouth was still against her skin.
“Why are you terrified?” He asked then, his voice quiet, laced with curiosity.
“Because,” she whispered back. “I shouldn’t be in love with you. But I am, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Tony smiled at her words, turning her hand and then kissing the inside of her wrist. With each kiss he moved his lips lower, leaving at least fifteen kisses on the inside of her arm alone.
“There is one thing you can do,” he told her, and when Y/N quirked a brow, the corner of his mouth curled up. “Kiss me.”
And just like that, Y/N was reaching out to cup his face again, using what little strength she could find at 2am to pull him closer. Tony held himself above her by placing his hand on the mattress next to her shoulder and leaning down to finally capture her lips with his own.
She held his face above her, lifting her head from the pillows to bring herself closer to him, and when their mouths met, she felt all her worries evaporating into the air. Tony’s lips were soft and his breath warm on her face.
They kissed softly, their mouths meeting time after time, and soon Tony was humming quietly at the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. He reached under the covers, carefully tracing her side and cupping the back of her thigh, slowly lifting it up and wrapping it around his waist.
He wanted to feel her closer and as the tips of his fingers lightly skimmed her skin, Y/N hoped that he would never retreat.
But like most things in life, the kissing had to end sooner or later, and when both of them found themselves struggling for air, their lips parted and Tony pressed his forehead to her own. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and when Tony looked down, he noticed the shadow that her lashes had cast over the tops of her cheeks.
The room was quiet for a while with the exception of the sound of their breathing and the crackling of the logs in the fire in the corner of the room. Tony shifted his weight to one arm, still hovering above her and when she opened her eyes, he tucked a stand of hair behind her ear.
She smiled at the gesture, but then Tony leaned down and kissed her again, and her smile grew wider.
“If you’re terrified of loving me, then we can be terrified together because holding something as precious as your heart is a thousand times more difficult than any fight I’ve ever fought,” he told her solemnly, and she watched him in awe, letting a quiet giggle escape her when he kissed the tip of her nose.
“I love you, too,” he added quietly, and when she smiled, he returned to his previous position and pulled her in closer. Her head fell to rest on his chest again and this time, when they closed their eyes and began to feel themselves drift off, there was nothing at the back of their minds trying to overshadow the complete contentment they both felt.
Please explain why Lexa is a bottom? Honestly just don't see it haha
oh sweetheart how do you not see it, i mean look
Lexa knelt for Clarke, without being asked, not for appearances or allegiances, just for Clarke’s sake. that shit right there? bottom action af.
this right here? heda af, i can see how you’d mistake her for a top, but….
…this???? her entire body language just screams bottom to me. that doesn’t take away from her being Heda and Commander, anything but - in my opinion, her being in such a position of power, and harsh power at that, only makes it more logical and rational that in her personal life, especially with something as exposing and intimate as sex, she’d be less in control. being Heda wasn’t a position she aspired to, it was something that was thrust at her, and she did rise to the occasion and beyond it. the way i see it, and the way it does appear in the canon, Lexa and Heda are two separate identities - Heda is who she is expected to be, the character she plays when she puts on the Helm of Awe and her sash and her war paint, and Lexa….Lexa is who she is. a young girl, unsure entirely of what she wants and what she can have with her difficult life situation, a girl who enjoys body glitter and night dresses and who cries when pretty girls kiss her, and a bottom (and a sub, too, but that’s another part that i won’t discuss here)
also, just in the Clexa dynamic, it fits. to me Clarke’s pretty obviously a top - it’s easy to see that she’d be wanting to have more of the control during sex, that she’d find pleasure in having Lexa completely surrendered to her, having her all spread out and maybe pinned down beneath her. i don’t see Lexa enjoying having Clarke surrendered to her; she conquers and forces people to surrender in her ‘day job’, when it’s time to relax i doubt she’d want to be reminded even a little of what she does otherwise, let alone doing anything like pinning down the woman she loves. it’s just not in her nature to be this ‘harsh rough top’ that parts of the fandom like to write her as, but then again this is my opinion and they’re entitled to theirs - in the end, it’s a matter of perspective.
but for more proof……..she tilts her head to allow Clarke easier access to her mouth. she’s leaning backwards, Clarke’s pushing forward, pushing her towards the bed - and Lexa lets her, because, deep down, she’s the bottomest bottom to ever bottom. she wants to worship Clarke, that much is obvious whether you think she’s a bottom or top, but, really….it’s easiest to worship a queen by offering your face to her as her throne, and, well…if Lexa’s on the bed and Clarke’s riding her face, it’s pretty obvious which one of the two is the bottom, don’t you think?
(in case it wasn’t clear, it’s Lexa. she’s a bottom.)