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Pairing: Johnny 'Soap' McTavish x female!Reader
Summary: You and Johnny are two professors at a university, and he often catches you working late in your office.Also, you're just really good friends and there's probably more to it
YOU'RE ONLY SIXTEEN one YOU'RE ONLY SIXTEEN five
YOU'RE ONLY SIXTEEN two YOU'RE ONLY SIXTEEN six
YOU'RE ONLY SIXTEEN three YOU'RE ONLY SIXTEEN seven
YOU'RE ONLY SIXTEEN four
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Platonic story.
Summary: child soldier joins Task Force 141, stuff is complicated
IT'S ALL AN ACT one
IT'S ALL AN ACT two
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Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader (Acotr!AU)
Summary: Actor!Bruce plays as your love interest in your up-coming movie
IRRISISTIBLE prologue
IRRISISTIBLE one
IRRISISTIBLE two
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Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Rockstar!AU
Summary: Your band is headlining for the next summer festival tour, but sadly, your rival band gets to perform in the same festivals as you. The fans are ecstatic, they get to see two popular bands in several festivals, and potentially get to witness more drama between these two rival bands. But will it actually be as entertaining as your fans expect it to be?
Sugawara Koshi who always gets your favourite coffee order for you in the morning, so you don't have to worry about it anymore.
Sugawara Koshi who worries about you in the heatwave and makes sure to check up on you during breaks... sometimes it gets so much that your students become suspicious.
Sugawara Koshi who waits for you every evening at your classroom until you finish up with everything.
Sugawara Koshi who helps you with work without you asking, and tends to use stupid pick up lines when you thank him, which earns him a confused expression from you. (He beats himself up for it afterwards, claiming he should be more clear with you next time)
Sugawara Koshi who gets protective during teacher conferences whenever someone talks over you, or doesn't let you finish your sentences.
Sugawara Koshi who has to physically refrain himself from telling the other rude teacher to tone it down. His eye twitches anyway, jaw pressed together tightly.
Sugawara Koshi who plays along when students tease him about his obvious crush on you, claiming he is working on it to make his love confession as fancy as possible.
Sugawara Koshi who backs out every time he gets the perfect moment to confess, instead opting to changing the topic and hopefully confess some other time.
Sugawara Koshi who loves to ruffle your hair to tease you, loving the way you lean into his touch despite claiming it's annoying.
Sugawara Koshi who does not deny the crush allegations at all. Proud and loud of his crush.
Hi i absolutely love your father figure Jason Todd writings so I was wondering if you could do one where readers trans (ftm) and a vigilante. Like they’re binding while out on patrol and end up getting hurt because of it.
Safer
Father!Jason Todd x ftm!Reader
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summary: Unsafe binding during patrol.
warnings: unsafe binding, insecurities, dysmorphia, hurt/comfort, no y/n used
It was your fault. It was your own fault, and you knew it, and you still did it anyway.
You knew very well binding while out on patrol — doing heavy exercise and heating up, wasn't a good idea. Still, you couldn't get yourself to care about it as long as you got a flat chest while out.
It worked for a while. Sure, it got exhausting after every patrol, getting back home and quickly taking off the bandages around your chest so you can breathe again, and feeling the relief when you can finally breathe properly again... it still caught up to you.
»What's up with your back, kid?« Red Hood questions when he sees you hunched over at the rooftop, taking a few steps closer to you already.
You quickly straighten your back and look over to him, waving it off.
»Just tired today.«
»Uh-huh...«
The patrol goes on like every other night. New alert, get to the location, deal with it, get to the next one. There was rarely time for a break or a snack most of the times. Luckily, tonight was rather quiet in comparison to other nights.
Red Hood was talking about some mission reports he still has to write and send over to Batman some day, while you were actively trying not to breathe too deeply so your ribs wouldn't collapse under the binder. He didn't notice your discomfort until he finally looked over to see why you were being so quiet.
Once Jason saw your labored breathing, his words got stuck in his throat.
»Hey, kid— you doin' okay? Did that bastard hit you too hard earlier?« He questions and asses your body for any possible injuries from the fight earlier, helmet tilted slightly to the side.
You cross your arms tightly and lean away, nodding your head in reassurance.
»Yep, da— Jaso— Red Hood... I am fine.« You exhale heavily in response, clearly irritated and frustrated all together.
Jason stares at you for a moment longer in silence before a faint sigh leaves his lips.
The next thing you know is how he scoops you up before nearly fainting. You can hear him mutter something under his breath, but it's barely audible.
It's not the first time you've fainted on him before. However it is the first time that you managed to faint without even getting injured by anyone else. And Jason was starting to get more worried about you. He knew about your transition and was very supportive when you came out to him, even when he was slightly confused at the start. Even when he still gets confused sometimes, he tries his best to help you and be your best support.
»Bandages? ...as bindings?« He questions once you regain your consciousness, meeting your eyes in the light room.
Slowly, you're registering where you are. The sofa is soft beneath your back, as well as the pillows right under your head. Your mask and the top piece of your suit is sitting on the floor beside Jason's helmet, looking like it was discarded in a rush.
»You know that doesn't look very safe, kid.«
His voice reaches you finally, no longer being muddy like it was on the rooftop. »But I think you know that.« Jason adds after a pause, green eyes piercing into your own, filled with nothing but worry and confusion.
You try to say something about it, maybe even defend yourself and your actions of binding your chest unsafely, but your throat gets stuck up.
Without losing any more breath, Jason starts to carefully unwrap the bandages, then stops right before getting it all off so you can do the rest. He disappears into another room for a while before returning, having grabbed some body tape from his first aid kit.
»There... next time, just ask me for tape. I have them for medical reasons, but you can use them. I can just buy more.«
He holds it out to you before also handing over one of your hoodies so you can get dressed and warm again.
There was no scolding. No blaming you for your obvious mistake, or anger for doing such stupid thing. He simply got you something safer to bind your chest with, and made your favourite midnight snack before tucking you into bed.
»I'm proud of you, son.«
Jason whispers quietly into the dark room before pressing a quick kiss to your temple. He adjusts the blanket one more time around you before rising from the floor, ruffling your hair once more until he finally leaves the room, letting you fall asleep peacefully.
siddy I knwo you probably have a lot on ur back rn and like don't get me wrong I genuinely don't wanna add onto that burden but could you pretty ppuuuuhhlllllleeeeeaaasssssssseeeeeeeeeee write more of (angsty) fatherfigure!dick grayson when you get the time 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Father!Dick Grayson who got home from patrol and misses his child that was supposed to be back home hours ago. He knows you were out with friends, but not for how long.
Father!Dick Grayson who thought it was strange and started to worry and pace around, until he finally sat down at the table and waited for your return.
Father!Dick Grayson who tensed up once he heard the key turn in the lock, staring at the door and the way you try to sneak back in as quietly as possible.
Father!Dick Grayson who notices the redness of your eyes immediately.
Father!Dick Grayson who gets off the chair in panic and disbelief, only to realize that being panicked won't help either of you.
Father!Dick Grayson who demands an explanation but quickly gives up once you seem to be way too high to form proper sentences.
Father!Dick Grayson who makes you a midnight snack to help you sober up and makes sure you drink enough water before going to bed, lingering at your door once he tucked you in.
Father!Dick Grayson who lectures you about drugs and their consequences the next morning.
Father!Dick Grayson who also tells you about his own youth, and his usage of drugs — only for missions.
Father!Dick Grayson who tells you "Once I tasted heroin off the ground— please don't do that."
Father!Dick Grayson who checks up on you more often after that, making sure you actually get home on time and is even more strict about drug rings on patrol now.
Father!Dick Grayson "I don't want you to get into any trouble."
i miss getting these notifs where did you go bro are u okay🫤😥
oh my gosh hi!! thanks so much for asking, this is really cute,,, sorry about my absence, but i've been really busy lately and just dealing with a lot of stuff while also trying to put my life together again, but i'm alright!!
the fics are gonna take a good while, so stay tuned (^3^)/
however the askbox needs to stay closed for a while longer (uωu*)
wc: 1.6 K
summary: Robert thinks you might be hiding a secret identity because of their frequent injuries.
warnings: mental health struggles, mention/description of self-inflicted injuries (bruises, cuts), kinda angsty, no y/n used, reader needs serious help lmao, totally not self-indulgent
The morning had started wrong. From the moment you woke up, you knew it was going to be even worse than yesterday. The sky is grey and dull outside, thick clouds blocking any chance for the sun to poke through.
Cold shoots through you as soon as your bare feet hit the floor, dragging yourself over to your tiny kitchen to make a sorry excuse of breakfast.
CRASH
Thanks to your grogginess from just waking up, you somehow managed to let the mug fly over the counter, onto the floor. Sighing out heavily, you simply stare at the broken pieces scattered around the floor.
Of course.
After resisting the urge to send every other dishes you have flying against the floor, you bend down to carefully pick up the pieces and put them into the trash.
That small task stole so much energy, you start to consider going back to bed and leave the day behind. Unfortunately, you still have work and a whole shift ahead of you. So, logically thinking, you don't see any other way than to distract yourself from the numb feeling so you'll be able to work later on.
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It was a struggle to bandage up your own knuckles, so you let it be. No one ever questioned your bandages or injuries before anyway. And it's not like you tasks at your job require too much handiwork. Maybe you need to copy some documents for Blonde Blazer, sign some sort of contract if the day gets eventful. But that's about it, and you are so excited to just sit at your own desk and work away on the ancient computer.
Halfway through your shift, you started to get hungry after skipping breakfast. After picking up some money for the vending machine, you punch in the code and feed the stupid machine some dollars, so it spits out a random snack. Once you retrieve it, it is finally time for coffee, letting the thing brew on the counter while you carefully open the granola bar, mindful of your bruised knuckles, and take some bites from it.
You stay standing by the counter as the coffee brews and fills up your cup, snacking on the bar you bought just now. After another bite you notice Robert walking in, looking just as exhausted as you, tired and done with his job, if not even life. Without a comment, you turn to take your cup of coffee and sit down at the small table in the break room. He doesn't give you much attention, simply picking out a cup for himself and makes some coffee for himself.
A heavy sigh leaves him once he leans against the counter, arms crossed, eyes wandering lazily along the break room until they briefly settle on you.
He never really talked to you, despite being your cubicle neighbour. Sure, you had to help him from time to time when he was still new and didn't get along with his computer, but now that it's settled, you both mind your own business.
You don't notice when his gaze briefly flies over you, but Robert does take some mental notes. The way you always seem tired, often times zoned out whenever he glances over to you during work. Of course, it shouldn't bother him, everyone minds their own business here, except for the Z-Team, so he shouldn't look too much into it, right?
Wrong, he is heavily intrigued once he noticed your little injuries or bruises. And now, after seeing your bruised knuckles? The eye bags? Surely you are secretly a vigilante or superhero in the night, and that's exactly why you always have some sort of cuts or bruises, and look constantly tired.
That's his theory from the moment he saw you in the break room.
From that moment, your little injuries became more frequent, and you started to slack at covering it all with bandages. Besides, medical stuff is expensive enough. But there's also some injuries you can't hide, for example a black eye and a bruised nose you got from an impulsive bar fight. The guy basically invited you for a fight after cat calling you, so it doesn't really count.
»Bad night?«
»Something like that.«
Small exchanges like these became more frequent between you and Robert. While you think it's his way of cheering you up and showing comfort, he tries to subtly tell you that he can relate to the countless of injuries that come from saving the city. Even when he isn't active right now, he remembers his times as Mecha Man clearly, and can't wait until getting his suit redone fully to return to the field.
After weeks of dancing around the topic, pretending you don't get his hints of seeing through your front, he decides to speak up about it after a long shift. The building is almost completely empty save for the two of you, staying late up to finish some more reports at your computer.
Robert takes the opportunity to speak up, keeping his voice low and gentle in case someone might overhear it.
»Look, you're not really subtle about it.«
»About what?« You ask after pausing in confusion, glancing up at him from your desk. A soft scoff escapes Robert, seeming unimpressed from your oblivious act.
»You know what I'm talking about. The bruises, the injuries, the exhaustion... I was the same when I first started doing hero work.«
Okay, what.
Your brain completely stops for a moment as you process his words and the meaning of it. Hero work? My frequent injuries? The mostly self-inflicted ones?
»I've been thinking and trying to figure out which hero you are, but I just can't figure it out. Lend me a hand?« He smiles faintly while keeping his eyes on you, expectantly waiting for a response that helps him out. But your mind comes up blank. You are no hero. Not even close.
The only thing you do is writing up reports, preparing documents, and actively trying to soothe your numbness by having a bad coping mechanism.
You blink again, finally answering him. But before you do that, he interrupts, continuing to talk and ramble on.
»No, actually, don't answer. I know it's hard to trust someone, especially at work. But I've been trying to create a safe space for you to open up, since I know what it's like being burned out as a "hero", especially while you're working. You know, my first days as Mecha Man were horrible, I managed to break two ribs, and—«
»I'm not a hero, Robert.« You finally interrupt him instead, making Robert pause and huff softly. Now, he is the one confused. He was so sure of you secretly being a hero that he can't wrap his head around there being other possibilities.
»What? So— um, I'm not really Mecha Man... I made that up to make you feel safer.« He lies awkwardly, doing anything to safe himself from revealing his secret identity.
»Sure, yeah... well... I'll just pretend I didn't hear anything you just said.«
You mumble back, slowly turning back to your computer to finish up your work, and pretend this never happened. Not the weirdest thing that's happened in SDN.
Robert nods stiffly, holding himself back from asking something more and instead leaves after gathering his stuff and dog.
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The following days were fairly normal. Safe for the slight awkwardness Robert carried anytime he glanced your way or your paths crossed.
After some thinking Robert finally came to the conclusion that you need serious help, and feels utterly guilty for blindly assuming you're just some hero. Now he feels to guilty and awkward to even look at you for more than a few seconds.
He desperately wants to offer help, or at least some form of comfort or safe haven for you, just in case he didn't utterly scared you or weirded you out from his ramblings a few days ago.
Of course, Beef noticed the awkward tension from his owner and the constant exhaustion from his cubicle neighbour. So, as every good dog does, he walks over to your cubicle one day and lays down by your feet, round eyes staring up at you with good intent. Robert didn't notice the absence of his dog under the desk, having been too busy dealing with the childish behaviour of the Z-Team over the comms. Without much thinking, you start to pet the chubby dog, enjoying the quiet presence of the sausage looking dog by your feet.
It starts to become a regular occurence, either having him sleeping by your feet, or in your lap while you type away at your desk. Robert only noticed the second time, expression softening at the sight of Beef curled up in your lap, content to sleep while you pet the top of his head gently. It gave him an opportunity to talk to you again.
»Wanna grab a drink later? You look like you could use one.« You briefly tense at his voice before glancing up at him, processing his question quickly.
»Only if this isn't a trap to get me into a mental hospital.«
Great, you're not rejecting his offer immediately. Even being jokingly sarcastic.
»I won't. No promises though.«
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»Want me to patch this up? Looks rough.« Robert mutters out as he passes by your desk, pausing once he sees the larger cut along the back of your hand. You dismiss it quickly, claiming it doesn't even hurt, but Robert insists on taking care of it.
Once he got the chance to patch you up, it started to become more frequent, and with time, your injuries started to become less regular.
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next is a DC request I got a while ago, @newpersonsameoldmistakez you know what's up
wc: 578
summary: Your cat scratched your face, now your coworker's worried.
warnings: minor injury on face, brief mention of blood, no y/n used
a/n: my cat scratched my face badly today and instantly gave me an idea. love my cat.
»Fuck– that was my face, you dickhead!« You hiss after your cat decided to be more rough during playtime, paw aiming at your face even though you poked at him with your hands. Without wasting any time, you quickly scramble off the floor to your bathroom, trying to asses the damage. Looking into the mirror, your eyes widen briefly.
There‘s a long scratch going vertically along the side of your chin, your bottom lip is bleeding more than it hurts, and you‘re starting to feel the pain only now. An annoyed groan leaves you as you place a fresh piece of cotton against you bleeding lip, while searching for a med kit in the cabinet beside the sink.
After spraying some desinfectant on it, you realise something gruesome.
There will be questions at work tomorrow, unless you don‘t show up. Of course you are going to work anyway, your story isn‘t as embarrassing as it sounds in your head… hopefully.
»Uh, yeah, my cat decided to see how sharp his claws are and I was the test object.«
»No, I wasn't in a fight— I also didn't fall down. I was just being... clumsy?«
The more you think of possible answer for possible questions, you start to lose hope in trying to save yourself from embarrassment. At least it'll leave a cool scar, you hope.
As soon as you step foot into the building, you feel a big wave of self-consciousness hit you. So far no one is looking directly at your face and asking thousands of questions.
Right, why would anyone ever do that? You are at work for God's sake, no one cares about stuff like that—
»Rough night?« A soft rumble comes from the side of your cubicle, making you straighten in your chair from the unexpected attention.
»Uh... well,« You start sheepishly, finally looking up at him to see Robert's more concerned gaze. He always has these expressive eyes, it's unfair. »Just annoyed my cat too much.«
He raises an eyebrow at your brief explanation, not buying it for a moment. Then he scoffs softly, tilting his head in curiousity.
»That so? Have a picture of your cat?«
The way he asks makes it seem like he expects you to lie more and come up with an excuse for not having evidence of having a cat picture in your phone. But much to his surprise, you show him a recent picture of the culprit, looking far too innocent and soft to be accused of such.
»Did that seriously attack you? How the hell did that happen?« He moves closer to lean against your desk, crossing his arms casually while he studies your face.
»Oh, you know how cats are. Being all playful and adorable, and a murder the next second.«
You wave it off and stay seated on your office chair, starting to think of why he might have been so skeptical at first.
»Well, lucky you, since I was about to report a case of domestic abuse. You sure it was just your cat?« Robert teases now, leaning in ever so slightly to emphasize his little joke.
Your eyes widen briefly before a snort escapes you, surprised with his blunt humor.
After a few more joking around and letting him asses the scratch up close, he finally decides you are telling the truth and goes back to his own cubicle.
Who could've guessed Robert would be worried, almost protective over his favourite coworker?
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How Do You Want Me?
Higuruma x fem!Reader
MDNI
wc: 752
summary: Finally snapping the tension between you and your best friend/coworker.
warnings: alcohol consumption, dry humping
a/n: since you asked so nicely and we've talked about it anyway, here it is >"<
It has been a long week for both of you, defending your clients and nearly giving up on all of them, you both have the weekend off, to yourselves. And, of course, you decided to spend it at his place, drinking some whiskey and enjoying the view of his fireplace. None of you have talked much so far, only exchanging some words before falling into a comfortable silence and relaxing into the couch.
The sun has long set already, creating a warm feeling over the living room as the fireplace crackles contentedly in front of you, casting soft shadows across Higuruma‘s features, easily making you stare at him even more than usual.
His tie is loose, shirt undone by three buttons, and leaning back into the couch cushions casually, legs spread while he holds his own glass of whiskey in hand, resting at his lap. You lay beside him, legs stretched out on the long part of the couch.
It doesn‘t take long for you to shift, laying your feet over his lap, being more comfortable. Higuruma doesn‘t mind, easily accommondating you, laying his free hand over your shin.
The comfortable silence goes in for longer until he speaks up, keeping his eyes on the small fire flames.
»You can stay the night. It‘s too late to walk home anyway.«
You quickly process his words, giving a small hum of acknowledgement.
After another moment of silence he eventually looks at you, tilting his head slightly.
»Is this comfortable enough for you, or do you wanna sprawl out more?«
There‘s a hint of teasing in his tone, making you pause briefly before rolling your eyes at him.
»I could get more comfortable, but...«
»‘But‘ what?« He prods, thumb gently rubbing against you shin as he waits for your answer, seeing if you‘ll continue or stop and wave it off like you always do.
But tonight you have both been so on edge and stressed, that you can‘t seem to bother hiding your obvious need.
»But I don‘t think it would be appropriate for friends to do.« You muse, and the floor seems to be interesting all of a sudden. Your best friend, however, seems very interested now. His gaze pierces into you, not about to back down now that this is something moving forward.
»What do you have in mind?« This question takes a little aback, looking over to him with raised brows.
Soft pants leave you both as you gently roll your hips down into his, both too lazy to take off any layer of clothing, and too needy for each other. Your hand in his hair keeps tugging his head back, exposing his neck to you, and it‘s impossible not to nibble and press messy kisses against his throat and neck.
His hands stay mostly at your thighs, guiding you lightly. The room fills with a thick scent and soft pants, hearing pained whimpers escape Higurumas throat every so often.
Even once your thighs start to tremble, coming closer to the high, he won‘t even slow down the pace and instead increases it, needy for the friction and your pleasure.
»Please, pretty— cum for me, make a mess… God, I need it.« He grunts between heavy breaths, hands gripping firmly on your thighs, enough to make you wonder if it‘ll leave bruises tomorrow. Added with his needy plea, you actually start to come closer and grow more sensitive, losing focus and finally starting to give into your pleasure.
You gasp loudly once the tight knot snaps in your lower stomach, spreading out through your entire body, making your skin tingle and also get a sense for more. Higuruma growls beneath you, watching the scene unfold, the way your eyes roll back, how you struggle to grind into him from the overstimulation. He sees it as a sign to take over, bucking his hips up into you and making you grind down into his thigh, burying his face into your neck to get even more of your scent and warmth.
He only ever calms down once he feels a sharp tug at his hair, making his grip loosen around you and finally slow the pace until he stops. You meet his shiny gaze in the dim light when he tilts his head up, pupils still blown out wide.
»We‘re not done here… I need more, please.«
He mutters out while wrapping his hands snugly around your waist, keeping you pressed up against his body at all costs.
