Imagining Jason Todd, whose happy place is his partner and who protected his peace so well his family doesn't even know you exist. It wasn't that he tried to hide it, he just wasn't sure at first if a few dates with you would lead to anything serious. Then, suddenly he was leaving patrol early to come home to your shared apartment because you had a headache and wanted him to hold you. Well, telling them that would simply lead to too many questions of who you were and how your relationship started, so he simply makes up an excuse about forgetting a promise he made to Roy. It wasn't that he didn't think his family wouldn't approve, he knew they would adore you. He just liked how separate it was. How you weren't a part of chaos and the darkness they were. You were his safe place, outside of all the madness that his family caused and he rather liked how calm it was to love you without the pressure of his family and their opinions. He'd tell them when the time was right, he always told himself. He just wasn't sure when that would be.

cuteness aggression with Rafe

warnings: fluff with suggestive

summary: y/n is too in love with her bf getting cuteness aggression while he's doing work at his office

My heart fluttered as I watched Rafe through the office window. His blue eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were narrowed in concentration as he navigated a particularly tricky spreadsheet. He sighed frustrated, his brow furrowed.

I giggled, the sound muffled by my hand. Oh, how I loved this man. His intense focus, the way his jaw clenched when he was determined, the way his whole body seemed to radiate an almost tangible energy… it was all utterly captivating.

But it was his vulnerability that truly set my heart aflutter. The way his shoulders slumped when he couldn’t solve a problem, the way he bit his lip when he was deep in thought, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he finally cracked a smile… it was all too much for me.

I wanted to reach through the glass, ruffle his hair, and kiss those furrowed brows better. I wanted to whisper encouragement in his ear, to remind him that he was brilliant and capable. I wanted to tease him about his grumbling, to make him laugh until his eyes watered.

But I also wanted to… well, let’s just say that Rafe’s intense focus had a certain… effect on me. The way his chest muscles flexed under his shirt as he typed, the way his hands moved with a practiced grace… it was all incredibly distracting.

I bit my lip, trying to reign in my thoughts. I couldn’t just barge into his office and confess my… desires. Besides, he was working. I wouldn’t want to be interrupted either.

But the temptation was too strong. I took a deep breath, then tapped on the window. Rafe looked up, startled, then a slow smile spread across his face. He mouthed the words, “Five minutes,” and gestured towards his watch.

I grinned back, already anticipating the next five minutes. I knew I was in for a world of trouble, but oh, what a delicious kind of trouble it would be.

With a mischievous glint in my eye, I slipped into Rafe's office. He looked up from his computer, a surprised expression on his face. Before he could say anything, I was on him, showering him with kisses. I peppered his face, his neck, even his ears with playful bites, eliciting chuckles from him.

"You know," Rafe said, his voice husky, "I was having a perfectly productive afternoon until you decided to interrupt angel” Rafe said with playfulness

"Oh, I know," I purred, trailing kisses down his chest. "But I couldn't resist. You were just too cute."

Rafe groaned playfully, "You're going to get me in trouble."

"Worth it," I whispered, my lips brushing against his.

“You trying to distract me baby” rafe said with a small smirk

I ignored him bitting his shoulder “OW wtf y/n” rafe said with wide eyes

I gave him a wide smile as i said “what?” I said with a not so innocent smile

“The fuck u tryna bite me for kid” rafe said while running his hand on your waist to your hips

I shrugged “You looked bite able”

the kook's girl [rafe cameron]

pairing - rafe cameron x kook reader

summary - being the only girl in the kook friend group, you were always taken care of. especially since you and rafe started dating four months ago. safe to say, everyone on the island knew not to mess with you if they valued their life at all. so, when the tourons came to town in the summer, the kook boys always got their bit of fun.

warnings - swearing, fighting, just our fav protective!rafe

"Sarah, it's our song!" She slurred, grabbing onto her best friend's hand, pulling her onto the dance floor.

Rafe and Sarah are never on good terms, but Rafe knows no matter how much he hates his sister, she'll always be his girl's best friend. He's grateful for it sometimes, as annoying as it can be, it's just one more person who cares about her and is always looking out for her when Rafe can't be.

But tonight, as both kook girls are drunk off their asses, Rafe keeps a close eye. He spots John B doing the same from across the club as he sits next to Kiara, still keeping a close eye on his girl, Sarah.

Rafe sits in a booth at the club, nursing a glass of whiskey in his palm. Topper and Kelce sit next to him, talking about things he could not care less about at the moment. For example, the girls on the dance floor they want to take home, golf, etc.

No, Rafe's attention is solely on the girl who lights up the dance floor in her sparkly pink dress which Rafe bought for her just three days prior. Her gold necklace with the letter 'R' hanging from her neck shines brightly as the club lights hit it. Her baby pink kitten heels travel her elegantly across the floor as her arm remains tightly latched onto Sarah's as they dance in tune.

He barely even notices the slight smile etched onto his lips in affection as he takes a slow sip from his glass.

"Yo!"

Rafe's attention is abruptly moved from his girl to his dumbass friends as Topper pulls on his white half-way unbuttoned shirt.

"What?" Rafe spits, rolling his eyes at their antics.

"Tourons, 12 o'clock." Topper warns.

"What the fuck? I think they're looking at Y/n and Sarah, man." Kelce points out, suddenly sitting up straighter as they both snap out of their previous conversations to keep an eye on the situation.

This catches his attention as he clocks the three sun burnt tourists waltzing in wearing khaki shorts, polos, and flip flops. Idiots. He notices one of them point in Y/n's direction as the other's snicker, laughing as they spoke to each other.

Rafe’s eyes dart back to Y/n, oblivious as ever, in her own little world.

"I've almost been waiting to pick a fight," He confesses. "Just wait till they get too close."

The three morons make their way in the direction of Y/n. One particular guy, wearing a blue tropical button up, comes up behind Y/n, tapping her shoulder. Rafe is just close enough to overhear the conversation.

“Hey, I’m Ethan,” he smirks, hungry eyes looking her up and down.

She turns around, her smile slightly fading at his stare. “Um, hi.” She spins back around, grabbing onto Sarah.

“You two are pretty little things, out here by yourselves.” He chuckles, his hand moving to her shoulder.

“You gonna go out there man?” Topper asks, getting anxious for the girls.

“No, just wait. I want a real excuse to kill em’.” Rafe responds, his fists clenching.

Ethan’s grimy hands near Y/n’s neck, his index finger latching onto her gold ‘R’ necklace. “What’s your name, hm? R…?”

“You’re gonna regret that,” Y/n whispers, her eyes meeting Rafe.

Rafe stands, marching over to Ethan. Rafe’s fist latches onto the back of his collar, pulling him back as Y/n’s necklace slips from his grasp. Rafe turns him around, knocking a punch to his jaw, blood spurting from his lips onto Rafe’s face.

Rafe lets go aggressively, the boy falling to the ground forcefully. Rafe smirks, his ringed hand coming up to wipe Ethan’s blood from his jaw. “The ‘R’ stands for Rafe. Her boyfriend.” He states before knocking one more punch to the boy’s cheek.

“I-I’m sorry,” He pathetically whimpers, begging for mercy.

“She clearly had zero fucking interest in you, yet you continued,” He chuckles. Rafe leans down, pulling Ethan’s neck up by his collar. “You better hope your flight out of here is tomorrow morning. If not, watch your back man.”

Topper and Kelce come into view, peering at the man below Rafe, only inciting more fear into the poor tourist. Ethan’s two friends quickly pull him up, scattering out of the club as fast as they can.

Rafe turns to Y/n, his demeanor immediately turning soft, a side of himself only she gets to see. “You okay, baby?” He asks, his eyes scanning over her face for any discomfort.

“I’m okay, just some asshole tourist.” She rolls her eyes, manicured fingers grasping onto her necklace.

His eyes flick down to her hand, she only fidgets with her necklace when she’s uncomfortable or nervous. He feels more rage and anger boil up inside him thinking about how that guy ruined her night of fun with Sarah.

“Wanna go home, baby?” Rafe whispers softly, fingers pushing her hair behind her ears.

She bites her lip in debate, turning toward her friend Sarah. Sarah nods her head, “It’s okay, I’m gonna have John B take me back to his place too, it’s getting late anyway.”

“Yeah, okay, let’s go home. I’ll text you Sarah, we can hang out tomorrow, yeah?” Y/n feels guilty, her and Sarah haven’t gotten to spend as much time together ever since she started dating John B and hanging out with his friends more.

Y/n had nothing against the pogues, she thought the rivalry was stupid and childish. She actually found them quite nice, but she spends every minute with her best friends, Rafe, Topper, and Kelce.

Rafe slings his arm around her shoulder after giving his goodbyes to Topper and Kelce, walking you to his truck. He opens the door for you without a word, buckling you in and shutting the door.

When he gets in on his side, starting the truck, he looks over at his girl at her sad eyes. “What’s wrong, angel?”

She sniffles, “I just miss Sarah. Wanted to hang out with her tonight but those guys ruined it.”

Rafe’s hand slips around her thigh, patting it lovingly. “I know, hon. I’m sorry. I’ll make sure Sarah gets her ass off the cut tomorrow to hang out with you, okay?”

She smiles, her hand finding comfort atop Rafe’s. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek.

warmer than cuddles

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: may plays matchmaker and makes some suggestive jokes

prompt: you and peter get caught in the rain and have to share an umbrella

a/n: thank youuu to the angel who requested <3 swear this is my favorite trope to write hehe ☔️

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one of the many things you and peter have in common is being lazy. it’s sort of the basis of your friendship. you’re not the kids who drink or party or get in trouble. you play board games and eat pizza on his ripped up couch. the riskiest thing you’ve ever done is sneak into a movie.

peter was so paranoid you’d get caught, he couldn’t even pay attention. he kept whispering to you about paying the whole time. you had to drag him out by his hand after the movie ended. the next time you went to that theater, he bought an extra ticket to “make it even.”

that about put an end to your trying new things phase. you went right back to your comfy nights in pajamas. tackling each other for the remote, baking terrible cookies that you just throw out, sharing a blanket to stay warm. what also helps is that you cuddle under it.

all the fun you need is you, peter, and your love for doing nothing. may disagrees.

That Same Question (D. W.)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 150 kinda…

Warnings: None ;)

A/N: Hey! Just a little idea that came to my mind a little bit earlier. Hope you like it ^^

Gif obtained from Google, all credits to its owner.

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As you were laying there in your bed, just watching the fan on the ceiling moving, you couldn’t take your thoughts away from the green-eyed man who laid two doors away from you, probably sleeping.

Suddenly, your heart started beating faster when some particular images came to your mind, the two of you together holding hands, cuddling on the couch watching some old movies or just driving around and singing along his old mixtapes.

A sigh escaped your mouth and you were left with a longing feeling in your chest, how could a guy like him, or more specifically, how could Dean Winchester ever notice you? In your eyes, it was almost impossible, you were boring, nothing special, just some plain girl.

Funny how the world works, isn’t? Dean, two doors away from you, sitting on his bed, back against the headboard and eyes staring at the wall in front of him, couldn’t stop asking himself that same question…

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Masterlist

cute glasses ◦◦ d. winchester

summary: your eyes are dry because of your contacts, so you have no choice but to put your glasses on

pairings: established dean winchester x reader, dean winchester x gn! reader

word count: 1.3K

warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', major fluff, some insecure thoughts, but mainly fluff

a/n: first official fic for dean!! also this was intentionally written as a blurb but as always, it seems i have more write than intended lol

please reblog and comment, i love to see your thoughts!

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

dean winchester x angel!reader headcanons!!!

a/n: dean x angel!reader might be my favorite trope of all time I SWEAR

First Christmas

12 Days of Christmas Writing Event- Day 3

Thomas Shelby x Reader (A/n-Another for my favorite gangster)

Masterlist

Prompt 6- “Spend Christmas with me? And then every other day for the rest of our lives?”

Warnings- none, more Thomas fluff (cause I just want him to be happy omg)

Fabric bows, empty boxes and torn paper was littered all around the sitting room. The children were all gathered on the floor, close enough to the crackling fire to soak up its warmth though far enough to not accidentally burn themselves, playing with their new toys and even Carl, the oldest and often the one thinking he was far too mature to play with his kid cousins, had joined in. Arthur, Finn and Ada had stolen a corner near the window, caught in quiet conversation, occasionally bickering as they usually did, while Polly had gone over to a formerly sulking Lizzie, who'd really only agreed to spend Christmas at Arrow House so Ruby could be with her father and brother. The chatter, coming from all ends of the room ushered in a liveliness that was only ever present during Shelby family gatherings, or at least the handful of them that Y/n had been to.

drew starkey x fem!reader

just a peck

summary: drew cares, alot

warnings: none! a forehead kiss?

i’ll take a quiet life ♡

in this world, there’s only one thing drew likes more than freshly baked cookies. and it’s the baker. the baker, who prefers being called her name because im not really that good starkey! , should be studying. however, as drew walks into their house, he sees you slumped forward in your chair, head on their dining table. a wave of fear rushes over drew and he quickly walks over to you.

“my love?” he says as he shakes you. her eyes slowly flutter open, confusion etched on your face.

“drew? what’s going on- OH NO!” you get up in a hurry and run towards your kitchen

“sweetheart what the fuck is going on? can you stop for a second” all he can see is a blur of limbs reaching for drawers and doors, and he’s freaking out a little because he thought something was wrong.

after a moment, you stare at him with a pained expression from the other side of the kitchen counter, “i meant to bake these before you came home”. on the countertop is 12 cookies on a baking tray, looking exceptionally solid and not very cookie shaped. you sigh “i had kept them in the freezer to chill, and i went to catch up on some college work - exams soon and all that - and i mustve fallen asleep. i am so sorry honey, i really wanted to do this one special thing-“

“doll you scared me so bad, i thought something happened to you!” drew breathed out a laugh “the first thing i saw when i walked in was you, practically unresponsive”

“i sleep like the dead”

“i thought you were the dead, my girl” he jokes “i dont care about the cookies” drew comes around the countertop and wraps his beautiful girl in a hug

“my bad, honey” you says, voice muffled against his shoulder. he laughs and holds you out, scanning your face almost as if to check you are actually okay.

then, he leans down and places a soft kiss on your forehead. the feeling of his lips causes a swarm of butterflies to take flight in your stomach, each kiss feeling like the first time even after almost three years. he’s home for you. he’s it for you.

“right then, but since you maaade the cookies, maybe we should bake them!”

this was supposed to be a rafe drabble but forehead kisses are so special to me so this had to go to my number one man

love,

m

prompt 15: ‘can’t sleep either?’

jj maybank x fem!reader | fluff | (mentions of drinking, trouble sleeping, jj being a simp.)

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

The Chateau always feels calm at night. Everyone finally asleep, no more lighthearted bickering between John B and JJ, or laughter after a joint; everything is just quiet. There’s still the sound of the leaky tap dripping onto the unwashed dishes in the sink, the creaks from the rotting wood that sometimes make you wonder if the house is haunted, but you’ve learnt to deal with that after countless nights spent here.

John B’s place is always the designated spot for all of you to hangout. Kiara’s parents don’t like you, some reasons are valid and others are not, if you go to Pope’s you’ll end up being told off by his mom once the clock strikes ten and all of you are still being too loud, JJ’s place is self explanatory with his dad being around — he’d probably want to join in if he’s had a drink, and your house just doesn’t have the same comforting atmosphere as John B’s. Not to mention, there’s no parents around to tell you what not to do.

Normally, sleep comes easy to you on the pull-out couch that has a few springs loose; you’ve worked out the exact angle to lay at so that non of them are digging into your back. Tonight that’s not the case. It’s been an hour since everyone retreated to their separate spaces for the night, Kiara laid beside you sound asleep, but you’d been tossing and turning and praying not to wake her up.

No one really plans to take naps. They simply happen.

When you woke up that day, a nap wasn't anywhere on your agenda. You’d stretched, yawned, and promised yourself you’d be productive — help in the camp kitchens, spar with some of the Ares kids, maybe even avoid getting soaked by Percy at least once today. But then the strawberry fields called your name, as they often did. You wandered there on instinct, the sunlight lazily warming your skin, the breeze brushing against your face like an old friend. Nymphs hummed to themselves somewhere in the distance, and if that wasn’t the perfect recipe for drowsiness, what was?

You didn’t even remember deciding to head back to Cabin Three. It’s like your body already knew where you were going — drawn in by the cool shade and the smell of sea salt lingering in the air. And yeah, maybe you knew it was Percy’s bed. But it wasn’t like he was using it, and the way the sheets practically smelled like summer tides and him? Well, you were a goner.

The gentle crash of waves outside the cabin lulled you under, the faint scent of seawater and laundry soap comforting enough to ease your eyelids shut. Your body, still warm from the walk, pressed into the cool mattress, and for a moment, everything felt right. Like the whole camp, the whole world, could just pause and let you breathe.

And apparently, you weren’t the only one who thought so.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when the shift of the bed startled you awake — just a little. The mattress dipped under Percy’s weight, and you blinked, still stuck somewhere between a dream and the present. You cracked one eye open in time to see him flop face-first next to you, half-damp from the lake and looking as exhausted as you felt.

“You’re in my spot,” he mumbled, though he didn’t make a single move to kick you out.

You thought about apologizing. You really did. But then he sighed — deep and content — and somehow, his arms found their way around you like this was the most natural thing in the world.

“Move over,” he grumbled softly, but instead of actually moving you, he just pulled you closer.

Oh. You were screwed.

You tried to ignore how solid he felt, how warm. The cool of the cabin had long since kissed away the heat of your skin, but Percy? Percy radiated it like a furnace, especially when his hands slid under the hem of your shirt, resting there absentmindedly against your waist.

“You’re like a human heater,” you muttered, more to yourself than him.

“Mmm,” was all he managed in reply, already drifting off.

And you should’ve fought it, really. You should’ve said something like, Hey, Seaweed Brain, maybe I should go back to my cabin. But with his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles against your skin, the sound of waves outside, and Percy’s breathing next to your ear, you were hopeless.

Two demigods lulled into the embrace of slumber — the world outside could’ve crumbled, and you wouldn’t have noticed.

But you were still awake enough to catch the faintest smile on Percy’s lips when you whispered, “You know, you’re kind of clingy.”

“You love it,” he murmured back, half-asleep.

And unfortunately? You really did.

“you just gonna sleep all day?”

you nod into percy’s chest. he can’t find it in himself to care if you slept all day, because the calming aura of cabin fifteen would end up slowly lulling him to sleep soon enough

“sounds like a plan, sleepy”

the cabin goes silent for a moment. only a moment though, before you finally speak

“percy.” it was more a demand than a question. regardless, he hums as a beckon to continue “please don’t drool on me”

“what?” he laughs in disbelief “who do you think I am?”

“percy…” you whine “when I woke up this morning, and you were laying on my chest, my shirt was soaked through!”

“sorry ‘bout that, sweet girl. I won’t drool on you this time”

“promise?”

you perk your head up from underneath his chin, in response he pinches your waist making you yelp and pout

“oh no, I’m not making promises here”

you should be angry. but with your eyes getting heavy, and the way percy is so incredibly cuddly you can’t find any anger to project onto him

“I’m going to sleep” you settle on saying. percy kisses the top of your head and lets you do so. because, he himself was already drifting off into your father’s realm. today, he made sure— just for you— that you would not wake up drowning in a puddle of drool. but he would find later it’s not that easy to control…

thinking about… summer bf! percy jackson. like, I’m talking visiting the beach every day, ending up covered in sand, watching the sunset, trading ice creams, kisses that taste of fruits, ending the long days in the coldness of cabin three, picnics in the strawberry fields, 1989 (taylor’s version) on repeat, matching birks, underwater kisses, going on boat trips, driving with the windows open and the music blaring (probably led zeppelin per percy’s request), making matching seashell bracelets… yeah I need this

🂱 military!rafe x wife!reader

༄ summary: rafe comes home to his pregnant wife