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a dying fire - tim drake

tim drake x reader, 1.4k words, mentions of weed, vigilante!reader

synopsis: smoking and making out with your best friend is totally normal, mom!

note: early post because i got excited! this is quite literally just a thousand words of me yapping about tim semi-coherently. contains mentions of smoking, it isn't fluffy at all, but i tried really hard and this is the best i could do, i'm so sorry sweet anon </3. i love the characterisation of tim done by @glamourscat so much and i've (attempted) to base my tim off theirs because it's??? so??? good???

Tim Drake was a man of several talents. He was the smartest person alive (according to you, and you were never wrong), he could skateboard with a hand tied behind his back, hell, Ra’s Al Ghul had complimented him (covertly, of course, Mr. I-am-a-supreme-leader would never compliment anyone to their faces), and of course, he was the best partner to have on the field. 

Of course, you weren’t biased at all, how could you be when you were one of the only people who could testify that claim (aside from Brucey, Steph and Dick—maybe—but you were the coolest. Steph was a close second, of course). The fact that he was your best friend, your ride-or-die (bi or die, if you would), both in and out of costume all added to the fact that you were the best person to decide this. Period. 

One of these several talents included rolling the finest blunt seen to mankind, second only to the man who rolled it in terms of sexiness, and lifting your mood up with little kisses along your shoulders whenever you were tense after a bad mission. Think of it like a ritual of sorts: missions go bad, you get yelled at, smoke a blunt from Tim’s hand. A holy trinity if you will and your favourite, especially when it ended up with Tim kissing from your shoulder all the way up to right under your ear before nibbling on that spot till you gasped. Last week, That turned into making out till you both eventually passed out, limbs tangled and his head resting on your chest. 

You two never spoke about it after it happened, but that didn’t stop the both of you from repeating it.  Why would it? There was no downside to this aside from ‘elevating’ the both of you and your moods (because as much as Tim claimed to do it just for you, you knew that wasn’t the whole truth, not with the way his shoulders relaxed or with the way his face lit up when you came to his apartment. He carried the burden of bad missions just as much as you did, if not more, he just never showed it out loud). And so, this became a ritual even if there wasn’t a bad mission or a bad patrol, just something you did with your best friend forever: smoke, makeout, and then fall asleep tangled in each other’s embrace. Slowly, (for the sake of both your healths), smoking was replaced with video games and this became a weekly ritual, where Tim would fight god if he had to for making take for this. Luckily he never had to because Alfred took the joy of Tim taking regular (weekly) breaks where he slept through the night, and never let Tim opt out of it.

Perfect for you, honestly.

And still, there are days when the old ritual came back, and it was back to: missions go bad, you get yelled at, smoke a blunt from Tim’s hand. An optimist would hope those days were rare and preferably not existent during the #holidayszn, however, a Gothamite would know that Gotham gets worse around Christmas, because just like Mariah Carey, Mr. Freeze wakes up. Unlike Mariah Carey, Mr. Freeze does not bring karaoke and laughter with Tim, he brings curses and god-awful puns while terrorizing you, specifically you. 

Now, the thing about being partners with Tim was that missions with him rarely went wrong, because everything was planned to a T with multiple explosions and Batman not being able to say much about him because what, would he ground you? (Timothy ‘I’m an adult’ Drake and you, never his child in the first place) and they always technically follow his rules. Patrol, however, is a different story, especially with you and Tim’s patrol routes being forcefully torn apart during the holidays by Batman (he who is allergic to songs and had Mariah Carey blasted in his ear after he had just fallen asleep as a consequence of his actions) after you two were karaoking christmas songs to Calendar Man. 

And unfortunately, as much as you were good in your own right, Mr. Freeze hates you a little too much. Enough to ambush your patrol route with his very own version of your Christmas Gift, which led to a one-sided bicker contest, while you taunted him and Mr. Freeze kept hitting you time and time again. He had decided to do this at the end of what you called the longest patrol of your life, with you already somewhat injured and exhausted, because of course he had! You were his favourite one in Gotham. Unable to land any hits on him—listen, it was his new fancy ice device, okay? That thing did not let you get near him at all, plus you didn’t want to take him solo while already sporting a few injuries—you just continued to play a game of taunt and dodge while requesting Oracle for back up.

And just as you slipped on the ice, Mr. Freeze screamed in a pitch that made you wonder if Mariah Carey was just him facetuned. Looking up from your position, you saw Tim as Red Robin, absolutely kicking his ass. The look on his face was feral, and in all seriousness, kind of scared you because just for a moment there, Tim looked like he was out for blood. Things progressed in a blur after that, and you remained unable to get that look of his out of your head. Even as Bruce reprimanded you for being reckless earlier, even as Alfred checks you for a concussion, Tim’s face just stays there. The man himself can tell something is wrong, of course he can, he’s Tim Drake and he’s been standing next to you since you got back. You reckon he also knows you won’t tell him what’s genuinely wrong since it’s you and you never do, so he does the best he can and silently motions for you to follow him back home for your original ritual. It’s the best he can do because the only thing he wants to do right now is get that frown off your face, and anything works, as long as you’re smiling and okay. 

The hesitation that precedes your agreement isn’t lost on him, but Tim decides that he can delve on it when you two aren’t together and all he has in front of him is the memory of your arms around his body. 

There’s something largely different about that night, you realise, as you snuggle into his blanket at his apartment. The fireplace is lit up for the first time in years, your stocking is up right besides Tim’s and he’s not gone to roll a blunt, but you collect the hot chocolate you two ordered. Your hair is wet from the shower earlier and the open window definitely doesn’t scream no sickness, but the fire is keeping you warm as you desperately try to push that image out of your brain. You’re not sure why you’re so fixated on it: you’ve known Tim is a little scoundrel all your life, you’ve known he’s dangerous and smart, but that fight was different. It marked the first time you felt afraid of him. Maybe that’s how Tim looks when he’s mad, maybe that’s the look on his face Ra’s saw when the league had kidnapped you. Maybe he’s always been like that, but you were too lovesick to notice.

Despite that, however, you remind yourself that he’s the same as the Tim that fell down when he tried teaching you how to skate because you tripped on him, the same one that wordlessly ordered hot chocolate for you while lighting up the fireplace for the first time since he bought the apartment. Tim’s as full of love as he is of contempt and gods, you feel stupid for not noticing it sooner. 

You are swiftly pulled out of your overthinking with Tim pulling you into his arms and nuzzling into your neck. There’s two cups of hot chocolate in front of you and Mariah Carey’s music videos que-ed to start as the clock strikes midnight: Christmas Day. With a soft smile, you relax into his arms before flicking his forehead, Tim laughs before kissing along your neck before he gets to your face, littering it with kisses. 

Tomorrow, you will deal with whatever you felt back then. Tomorrow, Tim will analyze the situation head to toe, but tonight? You have hot chocolate and Mariah Carey to fall asleep to whilst he holds you (fully knowing that somewhere in the night, you two will end up switching with his head on your chest). 

Late at night, as the fire finally dies out, you no longer feel cold.

Fawn Princess~ Tokugawa Ieyasu x Reader

Summary: Having reached a certain age, Ieyasu, as a Lord, is pressured into taking a wife. He absolutely despises the duties of nobles, though he begrudgingly has to accept. Little does he know, he was going to meet a woman like no other; A woman so special, that you had to be born under a lucky star to have the privilege of meeting her.

“Lord Tokugawa, the Princesses have arrived.” Ieyasu’s most trusted servant came by to his study, meekly announcing him that the beautiful young maidens have all came at his castle. “Make sure they are comfortable and all the pleasantries. I don’t feel like coming yet.” the man grumbled, not even bothering to raise his eyes up from his medicine study.

Without another word, the servant exited the study and went to do everything as instructed. He was old and weary, but he was the one to know Lord Tokugawa since he was young - A little anti-social and introverted, and perhaps his social skills would be in need of a little honeying, but his heart was golden, and in the right place - After all, an innocent baby fawn would never stay around so willingly around an evil man, yes?

Ieyasu was never truly interested in women, and he despised his duty as a noble; having to marry, to continue to bloodline lineage and so on - He didn’t have time for all this! Medicine was ever developing at such a rapid pace, how was he supposed to keep up with it, if all he is supposed to do is to exchange meaningless pleasantries with mindless, shallow women?

It wasn’t necessarily that he blamed the maidens, it wasn’t as though they had any say in it. In fact, Ieyasu felt pity for them, like he pitied caged animals. They had no free will of their own, and if they dared rebel or stray away from the path already dictated to them, they were reprimanded, or worse, punished, to the point of receiving corporeal scoldings. It was cruel, the fate of a woman, and he never did wish to be a lady - Petite, slender, frail and forced to do nothing more than to be a beauty and please her lord husband, seducing him into sleeping with them and creating heirs.

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Shouto and his friendship with some of his classmates, headcanons ~  

note: this have been on my wip list forever, and I really wanna write something soft rn, so... yeah! also, if a friendship you enjoy isn't here, it's not because I don't like it, I just might have to do a part 2 <3

when Shouto started at UA, he hadn't had a real friend in his whole life, and frankly, at that point, he was okay with that

there's something about how you don't know how to miss something you've never had

but suddenly, Shouto has a few friends

he didn't even mean for it to happen, it just did

and oddly enough, it kept happening

before he knew it, he was spending one-on-one time with almost everyone in his class

and the oddest part of it all was that he enjoyed it a whole lot

some of them made sense to him, like with Mido-, no, Izuku, and Ochako, Iida, and even Bakugo, who he either had a lot in common with, or spent a lot of time with early on

others made no sense to him what so ever, but he enjoyed them all the same

like his "self-care nights" with Mina and Ochako

he wasn't sure why they kept inviting him, but he enjoyed it too much to ask

he enjoyed how they offer to paint his nails (he always says yes), and he thinks they both have very interesting thoughts and goals for being Heroes

and they always help filling him in on internet slang and pop-culture stuff, and never make fun of him for not knowing

the same goes for Sero and Denki, they'll occasionally have a chuckle when he asks very seriously about these silly stuff, but they both think Shouto is the coolest guy ever (he has no idea tho), and they listen to him talk about training and stuff like he's a genuis

Kirishima tries to help him with the pop-culture stuff too, but Shouto have learned that Kirishima is sometimes as clueless as him, he is just clueless with confidence

so Shouto always thanks him for his help, but does a quality check with Mina, Ochako, Denki, Sero or even Izuku

when Denki finds out Sero and Shouto have these little manga nights where they trade mangas and discuss them etc, he decides he wants something fun to do with Shouto, too!

he tries a few things, but it turns out they both really like drawing

so they take a couple of courses together online, tries different methods, coal, acrylic, pencils, oil paint, yanno, just a bunch

while Shouto isn't interested in eating much other food than soba (he does it, but out of necessities), but when he sees Sato bake one day, suddenly he's very interested in baking

it's kind of like art, you see?

Sato is a little shy about it at first, but after a while they have a real good time together

to be fair, Shouto had a good time the whole time, he couldn't tell Sato was shy at all lol

one day he hears that Izuku, Tsu and Koda is going to volunteer at a local animal shelter, and when Izuku invites him, he's very happy to join them

but while Shouto expected kittens and puppies, it turned out this was a wildlife centre

at first he was a little awkward, he knew how to handle kittens and puppies, but raccoons, badgers and foxes???

but quickly, he and Koda starts helping this little raccoon baby, and Shouto is delighted

not only is the thing fascinating, and cute, and happy to see him, it purrs when he cuddles it!

so now, the four of them do this every couple of weeks, or more when they have the time

one day, Shouto is in the common baths pretty late, and he's surprised to find Shoji there as well

he's used to finding others there at this time, but what surprises him is that Shoji isn't wearing his mask

Shouto isn't sure if he should mention it, but he's curious, so he does (the convo can be read at the end of this post)

after Shouto tells Shoji that he has a "nice face", Shoji actually starts taking his mask off sometimes when he and Shouto is alone.

Shouto doesn't know it, but Shoji is planning to talk to him about it some more, and is actually so grateful for that blunt, but honest conversation

Shouto isn't sure how it works, but sometimes he and Bakugo do homework and study together, and while Bakugo sometimes growls when Shouto mentions it, he is pretty sure it means they're friends now, because Bakugo is sure not denying it

and that's good enough in Shouto's book

one time in their second year, Shouto gets sent to Hawks' agency with Tokoyami when Endeavor is our of town, and Shouto is very happy to get someone else to study for a while

Tokoyami tries to warn him what Hawks can be like, that even though he's much better at including Tokoyami in the work now, and that they do more background work after Hawks' wings were injured in the war, Shouto is still very excited

but fifteen minutes in, Hawks has already made ten jokes about grilled wings, called Tokoyami his "lil' bro", and shown Shouto the little Badtz-Maru plush he refers to as "Tiny-yami" and Shouto is just like

"...is he always like this?"

and Tokoyami just keeps doing his work while going; "yep."

and maybe Shouto understands Tokoyami a bit more, after that

did he learn a lot from this work study? sure.

did he also have some fun while doing? yes, he did.

does he also feel like he aged 50 years during the study? he sure as hell does.

Shouto and Shoji convo: Shouto: You're not wearing your mask. Shoji: No, not right now. Shouto: ...You have a nice face. Shoji: You do not have to lie, Todoroki. Shouto: You can call me Shouto. And I'm not lying, I hate lying. Shoji: Well, I know my face is not nice. It makes kids cry. Shouto: A lot of things makes children cry. My face does sometimes, too. Shoji: I didn't know that. I'm sorry. Shouto: That's not your fault. And I try not to take it personally. *silence* Shouto: Well, I'm going shower now, but I meant what I said. You're face is nice. Shoji: Thank you, Todo- Shouto: You can call me Shouto. Shoji: ...Shouto. Thank you, Shouto.

Inktober day 2: Spiders

He loves it, Robin!

Go for a drive?

Tim Drake X Gn. Reader

Extra: Fluff, Fairly Suggestive. Established relationship, A meandering conversation with your bf as he takes you on a drive. Don’t be a Tim & Please drive safely!

WC: 2.1K 

      You were clutching at the shades Tim had chucked at you earlier; Desperately trying to keep them from flying off your face from the high-speed winds. The grey pavement was never-ending as the car Oh, excuse you as the ‘It’s a Lexus LFA 4.8liters v10 god this car’s a beast! Shame, that they only made so many before production ended’ roared down the Jersey countryside. The meter read 160mph, and climbing. With your death grip on the lens and arms of the shades, you turned to Timothy. “Do we really need the windows down?” 

    “Nope.” He rolled them up, while his right hand reached out in a grabby motion. Releasing your grip on the shades you linked your fingers with his cold ones. When Tim asked you to go on a drive with him you weren't expecting him to keep to the speed limit however, you did expect him to stay near Gotham. You should’ve expected the longer drive once he pulled up to your street with ‘his baby’. 

     “Sounds nice.” You commented after a couple of minutes of silent hand-holding. 

     “Doesn’t it!” He grinned, “It’s designed this way so that you can hear the v10 tone inside the car.” His obvious enthusiasm for the car was infectious! “Right now we’re listening to nine-thousand rpm! Uh that’s how fast the engine’s spinning it’s why the” He pauses suddenly face flushed, pretty blue eyes averted. “Sorry, I’m rambling.” 

    “No, it’s cute!” You insist. “I like hearing you talk about your interests even if some of this car stuff is kinda going over my head.” You squeeze his fingers, urging him to continue. His responding okay is small but he clears his throat to continue. His eyes shift to you briefly before crinkling at the corners when he faces the road. 

     “Right, I think that my favorite part about this car is how I got it.” 

     “Spill, what’d you do?” you tilt your legs, leaning your torso towards him like a sunflower. 

     “Nothing devious.” he rolls his eyes. 

     “That’s surprising knowing you.” You tease. “Didn’t win it by finding the key to the fifth dimension or something?” 

     “No, nothing that exciting.” He bit back a smile, happy that you're poking fun at his frankly ridiculous escapades. “Um, I was maybe fifteen when Bruce brought her home.” He ignored your giddy ‘her?’ with a huff. “Yes her, It was one of the last ones made and I wasn’t supposed to drive it, but you’ve seen her!? I just had to!” 

     “I took her out a couple of weeks later.” You felt the car slow, Tim’s hand briefly leaving yours to mess with the GPS. 

        “With permission?” 

    His pink flush was enough of an answer. He clears his throat again, a little habit you’d begun to associate with him doing when he was feeling sheepish. “Well, Bruce did say I could use any car I wanted if an emergency presented itself.” You were dying to ask. 

       “What emergency?” You interrupted yet again. To be fair to you, you knew Tim would skim out details he thought were unimportant if you didn’t practically interrogate him. 

      “BatBurger’s limited addition Gotham Knights’ Nightwing toy…” 

    “A battymeal!?” You laughed. 

    “Yeah, yeah laugh it up. The resale is about thirty thousand.” You choked on your laugh, eyes wide. 

    “For a five-dollar meal toy?!” 

    “Mhmm. And mine still works. It was one of those toys that say phrases.” Out of your peripheral, you see a car pull out into the road in front of you. Tim slows. “So he still says “Let’s go Knights!” and “Strike out!” it doesn’t sound like Dick at all!” He chuckles. “The Knights were in the playoffs that year!.. And that year alone.”  

     You snort, eyes fixed on the road, still trying to glean where you're going. “I knew it was bound to be a novelty item one day. So, I just had to snatch it up, and if my car just so happened to be the only one with gas to get me there~”

     “Two birds one stone?”

     “Two birds one stone.” He affirmed. “Alfred was picking up groceries that morning, Bruce was in a meeting and Dick was working at the BPD at the time.” Your eyes met once more before he continued. “And since it was early, that meant everyone else was occupied so I drove the sickest! car through the drive-thru that day. Unfortunately, I did get caught.” 

     “Seriously?” 

     “Yup, Kevin’s dad was picking up some coffee right across the street, ‘said he recognized my hair when he blabbed to Bruce.” 

    “Kevin?”

    “Hudman, we used to play Wizards and Warriors together.” He rolled his eyes when you called him a nerd. “I’m pretty sure you said you loved me the other day so what does that say about you that you love a nerd?” 

   “That I have good taste” You saw his smile pull at his cheeks and decided to add. “So roleplay huh?” 

   “Get your head out of the gutter.” 

   “Oh, so you only like the tabletop role-play?” He groaned, cheeks pink as he narrowed his eyes at you. 

   “You're lucky I’m driving.” 

   “Kinky.” 

   “Are you gonna let me finish?” he sighed. You bit your lip at the wording, omitting words to nod while raising your eyebrows suggestively. He cleared his throat, brain catching up to his words “As I was saying, He called Bruce and I got in trouble. He didn’t let me knowingly touch the car for months. Then one day it was gone.” You felt the car turn down a new path, scattered farms and homes on either side of the road. 

    “Thought for sure he used it for a cover story but I looked through articles and no Lexy-” You cut him off once again. 

    “I’m sorry?! You did not name the car Lexy.” 

    “Don’t listen to her Lexy it’s a good name.” “Oh my god” “I checked the lower levels of the cave, nothing. I even asked Bruce and he said that he could’ve sworn Jason took it. So obviously I hunted him down”

     He paused his tale to check the map. “We're almost there. So, I found him in Ibiza. He said he didn’t take it, but that Dick had mentioned something about "hot new wheels". I called him right there! On the beach and got the worst sunburn of my life. The third worst sunburn of my life. Regardless. I wanted to make sure. Dick didn’t have it. I was this close to losing it but that’s when B decided to take a spontaneous leave of absence. And I had to go back. Oh, here we are.” 

      He pulled into a semi-filled lot, at the center was an old building a decent line leading up to it. “Ice-cream? This far out?” You were skeptical.

     “Wait till you try it~” His car drew more stares than the Tim Drake-Wayne. Said ‘Wayne’ taking your hand in his as he walked you to queue the line. You eyed the menu from your spot, nudging Tim with your elbow. “What happened next? You said you had to go back to Gotham?”

     “Mm.” He replied. “He was gone for a while.”

     “You missed him?” He squeezed your hand. 

     “A bit.”

     Tim’s arm settled across your shoulder as you waited, the sunlight glowing gold-orange as each person in the line received their icy treat. “Hey Joe, my usual, and what are you ordering honey?” You told ‘Joe’ your order, cuddling into Tim’s side as the cooling wind nipped at your nose. Tim chatted with the man, introduced you, and promised the man a ride during the time it took for him to make and hand over your ice cream, 

     You waved at Joe before hopping back into your seat. Peeking into his waffle bowl to see Nepoliation ice cream topped with a gooey-looking brownie. “You seem to know everyone.” He shrugged, his blank expression morphing into a concerned pout. You smirked watching as he struggled to figure out where best to place his bowl. “Just give it.” 

     “You sure?” You opened and closed your palm, and he handed it over with a quick thanks. Once the engine roared to life you were off again. Where? Tim had said both places were a surprise. You hummed while you lapped at your ice cream, Tim fiddling with the buttons on the wheel. He shot you an apologetic look as he pulled out his phone to drive one-handed. 

     “If we die I’m going to kill you.” 

     “We’re not gonna die, and your hands are full.” He protested. “I have a playlist.” 

     “Great so my death will have a soundtrack.” You paused. “Oh my god did we drive all that with no music!?” Were you that into him? Oh. You felt your cheeks warm glad for the music notes that left the speaker. Only that- “Wait? So where was the car in all of this?”

     “Well, apparently he had Clark move it.” “Huh?” “Yeah! Caught me off guard too, When he came back I told you how he adopted me. And then not long after, Damian turned up and everything got hectic.” His knuckles were white against the steering wheel. “The cave blew up and I wasn’t even thinking of the car. I think it was years later when I thought of it again, saw one at a show. I figured that it was still down there in pieces.” 

    “But Clark had it?”

    “Getting there baby, It was my twenty-first birthday. Legal to drink and I know that’s why he gave it to me on that day.” Tim was smiling glancing off to the side mirror before making another turn. “It was Dick’s idea to wrap the car in car shape. I was really excited! At first, I thought it was a different car. But the air freshener was still the same. My name on the little tree!” Your cheeks hurt from your smile. “Bruce told Clark to hide it. Still can’t believe it!

     “That’s so sweet.” Tim ducked his head a bit, ears rosy. “So your favorite part is that it was a surprise or a gift?”

     “Both,” He hummed. 

     “Hm.” You looked down to your ice cream and then eyed his bowl. “Your ice cream is melting.” 

     “Shoot! Uh, Feed me?” You sputtered, floundering for a bit before sighing, face hot as you mumbled a strained sure. You still haven’t figured out how he distinguishes what he considers embarrassing. You lifted the plastic spoon to his lips watching with amusement as he twisted his mouth to eat. Tame Impala played in the background when he turned down what looked like an abandoned road. 

      “I’ve got it from here,” He said around the spoon as he drove up to the precipice. You let him turn off the engine before handing him his bowl, turning back to finish yours. 

      “So where are we?” 

      “We are currently sitting at the best place to watch the meteor shower in all of Jersey.” 

      “That’s today?” 

      “Yes. At least I’m pretty sure it’s today. I made sure to double-check to see if anything was gonna throw them off their planned orbit.” He turned to his watch. “Yup should be good, in about an hour or two.” He tipped the bowl up to his lips to drink the remains of the ice cream. 

      “An hour or two?” 

      “Maybe two..” He began to chew at the sides of his bowl. 

      “Tim.” You pressed. 

      “We’re a bit early.” You rolled your eyes. “I timed it right, we were only supposed to wait about thirty minutes?!”

      “Tim, Darling” He frowned at your tone. “Did you account for your speeding?” His wide-eyed stare was as cute as it was frustrating. “So what we just sit here?”

      Tim looked out the driver's side window, the overgrown grass giving him pause in asking you to take a stroll. He mulled over his options as you finished up your ice cream, pink tongue peaking out to catch all traces of the sticky treat from your lips. You perceived his stare, his heavy lids narrowed down towards your lips. “We could do something else.”

      “Like what?”

      “Maybe..." He pulled his seat as far back as it went, dark eyes locked onto your form. "You can come over here and find out~”

      “In the Lexus LFA 4.8liters v10?! Timothy!" You gasped, mock scandalization dripping from your tone, your hands quickly undoing your seatbelt. Your body practically materializes onto the driver's seat, your weight settling against Tim. You feel more than you hear Tim’s 'harumph' and you can’t stop your grin against his lips as you ask just for kicks “In Lexy?!” 

A 22 year old woman was killed for the sake of wearing "improper hijab". The police brutally killed her and then tried to blame it on the hospital staff and even tried to fake her having an illness just to "justify" their actions. As if there could ever be a justification for such blatant brutality and slaughter.

Let me quote a translated line from the holy Quran for you:

"There is no forcefulness in religion."

There is no such thing as a forced religion. And Islam is not what these fiends make it out to be. It breaks my heart to see people associate Islam with them when they don't even hold to God's most treasured principle: be good to each other. Be good people. Be human.

And yet, here we are in this country. They want to force everything on us. Our beliefs, our religion, our thoughts, and even our feelings. They try to control everything about us. How inhumane of a system do you have to be to do that?

And when we protest, they silence us. They take away our internet, beat the voice out of us, and in some instances, literally kill us for crimes that we have never committed. How wrong is it that we ask to live?

Our hearts go out to Mahsa and her family, and the others who've lost their lives in the protests that have followed her unjust and evil murder at the hands of this regime. This regime, this system, is neither Islam nor is it Iran. And we are no longer staying silent.

What can you do? Be our voice. Spread awareness. This is not us, and this is not our religion. We may lose this battle yet again to bullets and blatant slaughter in the streets, but our war with this regime will never be over. Not until the day Iran is freed.

For the sake of Mahsa and everyone else who's died an unjust death at the hands of these murderers, we ask you humbly: don't let our voice die out. Don't let us be forgotten.

Sincerely, thank you, from a woman in Iran.

#Mahsa_Amini #MahsaAmini #IranProtests

#مهسا_امینی #زن_زندگی_آزادی

"Oh my god he’s dead- we killed a vigilante, OHMYGODOHMYGOD—" A hysterical voice screeched out, decidedly feminine and loud enough that the comn line picked it up.

"He broke in here for no reason first! We have probable cause as to why you brained him with our wok!" The second interjected, calmer than the first, but there was still a line of tension, like they were uncertain about what they were saying.

"Oh my god, oh god we’re literally so dead Batman’s literally going to murder me and you and us and—"

"We're already mostly dead, he can't kill us. Although I thought he had a no killing rule anyways, so maybe we’re safe? Ancients, that is a lot of blood. You think we should call an ambulance?" Static filtered through the comn line before stabilizing again and wow. The residents of the apartment were really just having a full conversation over an unconscious Nightwing- in earshot of a microphone recording every word- like this was a normal occurrence. Maybe it was a normal Friday night for them, Barbara couldn't exactly judge.

"I'm not calling an ambulance, they might arrest him. Hell, they're probably gonna arrest us! Danny, we're fucking unresgistered metas in Gotham, I’m a clone—"

"—Not metas and I won’t let anyone arrest you—"

"—It's the same thing to the government at the end of the day. You're right though. I think I hit him too hard, we're going to lose the deposit with the amount of blood getting everywhere. Head wounds bleed a lot right? Maybe he's not dead."

"He's not dead, we'd know if he was."

"Oh. Right. Man. That is a lot of blood, our IKEA rug is ruined. I liked that rug, you think we could ask him to buy a new one when he wakes up or is he on the normal vigilante salary of nothing?"

“Mhm. I'll go get the med kit, you handcuff him to the table so he doesn't jump us when he wakes up. Keep the mask on- I don’t want to piss off whatever buddies he’s got listening in.”

Captain America Fic Recs

Some of my favorites (since I should be writing chapter 2 of my fic, but excel at stalling):

This, You Protect by owlet - The mission resets abruptly, from objective: kill to objective: protect. 

Hands down, my favorite Bucky fic and one of my favorite fics from any fandom. A delicate balance of humor and drama and angst and the absurd. I’ve reread it so many times.

Heart of the Storm (series) by thegraytigress - Their love shouldn’t be. He was a soldier, and she was a spy. He was everything good, pure, and strong, and she was lies, murder, and seduction. He was Captain America, and she was Black Widow. But somehow, in the dangerous chaos of their lives, their love is the only thing that matters, and it carries them through the storm. 

If you love hurt/comfort, especially involving Steve, then you have to read this series. Her writing can be very brutal at times, VERY brutal, but it’s very well written and in character. This is her most current series, but all of her Avengers fics are worth checking out.

Memory by Emilyenrose - He remembered nothing. After the first few weeks, he asked to be called James. Steve knew even that was a concession.

Bucky comes forward in time and takes The Winter Soldier’s place and it’s heartbreaking.

Silent thunder, as of a thousand wings by kaasknot - He was sent to Earth in a cage of mortal flesh to watch over Steve, and Bucky can do no less than love him with all his heart. 

An angel AU that was recommended to me. Rich in detail, it’s amazing how well it works. 

Broken Pieces by Aulizia - The Winter Soldier knows he’s broken. But he might have found a mechanic who can fix him. Trouble is… he’s not the only one in pieces. Bucky/OC.  

There aren’t a lot of Bucky/Original Female Character romances out there, even fewer that actually work, but I think this one does.

Lots more under the cut …

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Innocent Disguise

Pairing: Chobe Aza x Reader, slight Toma Aza x Reader

Summary: Growing bored of their life in Iyo, the Aza brothers decide to move on in search of something more exciting. However, their gang of bandits didn’t take to kindly to the news. Now, hiding out in a foreign village, they come across a girl whose not as pure as she may seem.

Disclaimer: All characters are of age, Minors DNI

Warnings: mention of violence, wounds, cursing, smut, unprotected sex, voyeurism, spanking, slight spit kink, handjob, finger sucking, rough sex, cream pie, slight breeding

Word Count: 4.3k

Toma remembers the day he and his brother met you. Tending to the wounds that his hot-headed brother acquired when their group of bandits caught wind of their departure. The two of them hid in what seemed to be an abandoned house on the secluded side of a village.

Conveniently, Toma was able to find herbs for medicine and a nearby lake for water. But they would’ve had to move soon. Toma used cloth from his brother's torn-up shirt to stop the bleeding but he needed actual bandages and food.

What they hadn’t expected was for a girl their age to walk through the door with a basket of plants. You had fresh soil on your arms and the lower part of your dress from digging up the herbs. But other than that the material of your clothes was well made and your hair was neatly swept out of your face along with a light face of makeup.

You didn’t look like an outcast, so what were you doing in a run-down house on the edge of what Toma assumed to be your village?

As he pondered who exactly you were, he was hit with a terrifying thought. What if you were gonna tell the chief that the bandit king and his brother are taking refuge in his village? Toma tensed. Should they kill you? Let you go and flee? Hold you hostage?

Chobe wouldn’t be able to do much in his current state, so it was up to Toma to make a decision and execute it. Toma kept his gaze glued to you, trying to figure out if you were actually a threat. Until your eyes drifted from him to his brother. Your shocked expression melted into one of concern, “Does he need help?”

Yes, Toma thought as he looked back at his brother who was covered in blood, wounds, and dirt. But he didn’t know you or your motive. How did he know that he could trust you?

After contemplating it for a while he ended up accepting your help. Looking back on it, it was pretty stupid of him. Things could’ve easily gone sour and it would’ve cost him and his brother a lot more grief.

To this day he doesn’t know why he decided to trust you, maybe it was because the caring look on your face reminded him of his mother. Nevertheless, you ended up being genuine in the end.

On the first day, you cleaned the herbs and helped Toma make medicine. He couldn’t figure out why you were doing this. But when you sat down on the bed in front of his brother, fingers brushing over his skin with a feathery touch, checking out the severity of his wounds. Toma figured you didn’t know who they were.

Many grown men were terrified of the bandit king and what he could do to them. Yet here you were, a young girl tending to him with the utmost care without an ounce of fear in you. At least, that's what it looked like to Toma.

He had also noticed the way his brother looked over your face with his good eye. He looked nowhere near as panicked as Toma was. Only breaking his soft gaze to glance down at your hands when they touched the cuts on his torso.

You had asked Toma to rinse the dirty cloth that he’d used as makeshift bandages. He did so quickly, not wanting to leave his brother with a stranger for long.

You concluded that his injuries would be fine for the night and looked up at his face, intending to tell him that he would be alright until tomorrow. But the words left your mind as your eyes caught his. Noticing the closeness between the two of you, the light from the sunset hitting your faces showing off your irises in their most beautiful form. Butterflies swirling in the pit of your stomach, you wondered if he felt it too.

Toma walked back into the room and handed you the cloth. He hadn’t thought much of your shared gaze, more worried about the health of his brother.

However, when you reached for the cloth with your head down and his brother looked up at him with a vacant expression, he felt as if he was interrupting something.

When it came time for you to leave that night, Toma felt his anxiety rise. There was no guarantee that you wouldn’t rat them out, it was all a gamble at this point. His train of thought was cut off by his brother's voice, “Pretty girl.”

Toma looked at him confused, neither one of them were the type to entertain women. Always on the move. Always fighting or on the receiving end of a fight. Stealing to get by. All they really had time to do was take care of each other, “I guess so?”

“It’d be a real fuckin’ shame if we had to get rid of her,” Chobe remarked, a look on his face that his younger brother wasn’t familiar with.

Toma would be lying if he said he wasn’t relieved when you showed up the next day with bandages and an antiseptic. He thought about Chobe’s words from the night before. He wondered if he would say anything about your return.

He didn’t, he just sat there quietly while you tended to his wounds with proper supplies. After making sure the older brother was taken care of, you handed Toma a basket with a few apples, “It’s not much, but it was the best I could do on such short notice.”

Every day for the next few months you would check on the two boys. Changing Chobe’s bandages and bringing them baskets of fruits, bread, and herbs. Although the items you bought had helped a ton, Chobe needed protein.

Once Toma felt comfortable leaving his brother alone with you, he went out hunting. He knew his brother wasn’t picky and would eat whatever he brought back. His priority was to catch something and get back as fast as possible.

He ended up catching a rabbit. On his way back home he was excited, surely Chobe would be proud of him for being able to pull his own weight. However, when he opened the door that was the farthest thing from his mind.

You and Chobe were sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from him. His hand rested on the bed behind you while you leaned into his side. Both of your heads were down as if you were whispering to each other.

Toma wasn’t sure if he should say anything until his older brother rolled his head back to look at him, “Did something happen?”

Chobe stood up and walked towards him, “No.” You still sat on the bed with your head down. “Whatcha got there?”

“Rabbit,” Toma felt like his brother was trying to distract him. From what though? From you? What happened when he was gone?

“Good job,” Chobe patted his shoulder and pulled him outside, “You know how to skin it right? Or do I gotta teach you?”

“No, I can do it.” Toma was still unsure of what was happening but he let it go. Deciding to focus on Chobe’s health. When he came back inside you bid them both goodbye and left for the night.

With you gone, he wanted to ask about what happened when he left but instead let his brother eat and get his sleep. You showed up the next day though. Acting normal, like nothing had happened. Maybe it was all in his head.

In the months that you spent with them, Toma noticed that you didn’t really say much. You mostly kept to yourself and you didn’t ask them about their lives.

Maybe that's why you showed up that day he and Chobe arrived. You might’ve been visiting the abandoned house long before they took refuge in it. Toma figured you weren’t very social, maybe this secluded area was your escape from the village and its people. You didn’t speak much to his brother either, or at least that's what he thought.

Occasionally, he would leave you and Chobe to hunt or get water. He hadn’t caught you two sitting close like he had the first night. He concluded that it was all in his head after all. Until it was time for the brothers to move on.

Chobe was mostly healed and they would be able to leave within the next week or two. One day, before you arrived the two brothers went to the river to get water and, if possible, a fish.

“I’ve been thinkin’,” Chobe spoke, “I think Y/N should come with us.”

Toma looked at his brother in confusion before he realized, Y/N was you. In all the months you had been helping them, he didn’t know your name. 

But Chobe did and you probably knew their names. It all made sense, the night he caught the rabbit, the way Chobe kept looking at you, how he would act around you. He would be his usual brash, vulgar, self until you would show up. He was quiet and gentle with you.

You two were together, you must have been. And you would wait until he was gone to have your intimate moments. Toma wondered if you two had already talked about you going with them. Perhaps running away with the man you loved was a fantasy of yours, “Does she want to come with us?”

“Dunno, wanted to know if you were fine with it first.” His answer filled Toma with mirth. His big brother always thought of him first. Maybe meeting you was fate. You were the calm to Chobe’s storm. He wanted his brother to be happy and if he was happy with you Toma didn’t want to get in the way, “It’s okay with me.”

Toma tried to speak to you more. If you were the source of his brother's happiness then he wanted you to like him. And he wanted to know what it was that attracted Chobe to you in the first place. All you replied with were polite smiles and short answers but you didn’t seem to dislike him.

A few nights before they planned to leave, Toma went hunting and came back to your laugh. When he walked through the door he was greeted with the sight of you smiling, ear to ear, at his brother. He knew that Chobe asked you that night and he knew that you said yes.

Toma was excited for you to go with them. Maybe he would get to see his brother's softer side and he could do the teasing for a change. Your travels ended up being very different than he was expecting.

He had been so sure that the two of you were in a relationship. Saving your affection for when you two were alone. But now that the three of you had to be together all day every day it would be impossible for you two to hide your love from him. However, not that much changed. You and Chobe hadn’t talked much and no displays of affection had been shared.

Toma, of course, hadn’t expected his brother to turn into a sweet cuddly teddy bear but he expected something. A sneaky kiss, maybe a hug every once in a while, at least a conversation.

Even when the three of you slept in the same bed, Chobe hadn’t wrapped an arm around you or anything. The only ‘affectionate’ thing he had done was ask if you needed help pulling herbs.

Maybe the two of you weren’t in a relationship, but he was certain there was something there. Otherwise, Chobe wouldn’t have wanted to bring you along. Toma kept thinking back to the night he caught the two of you leaning into each other.

There was no way whatever was going on between you two was friendship. It had to be deeper than that. At times he felt guilty. Did you two feel like you couldn’t be close because he was around? Though neither of you seemed to mind. And when he’d asked his brother if he should leave for a little while, Chobe asked, “What for?”

Toma sighed as he watched the sunset. Soon he’d have to head back inside the house that the three of you had ‘borrowed’ from a man who pushed Chobe’s buttons a little too hard. If there was anything Toma had worried about, it was how you’d react to his brother's violence. It didn’t seem to bother you thankfully.

If he’d paid enough attention he would’ve seen it. The gleam in your eyes when you watched Chobe’s display of aggression. Or the way your thighs pressed together when he mauled the man, frothing at the mouth like a feral dog.

Toma laid next to you in bed. You were awake, probably waiting for Chobe to finish cleaning up and climb into bed with you two. Toma wasn’t too worried about the empty side of the bed, opting to fall asleep and get the day over with. He was usually a heavy sleeper. No amount of shaking or yelling could get him up. But to be honest, the stress was getting to him.

That’s probably how he woke up in the middle of the night to the bed shaking under him accompanied by your hushed moans and whimpers. In his groggy state, he didn’t register what was happening at first until he heard what he presumed to be Chobe’s balls slapping against your thighs

What the fuck? What the fuck? His brother was fucking you in the same bed as him. Did this happen every night? He didn’t know what to do. Should he pretend to be asleep? Should he get up and lea-"Chobe!” 

Reaching out to grip something, you ended up grabbing Toma’s arm. “Fuck, right there!” Toma had to stop himself from reacting to your sudden touch. Your top half was closer now. He felt your boobs bouncing against his arm to the rhythm of Chobe’s harsh thrusts. Your face centimeters away from his, begging for his brother to give you more right in his ear, “Harder Chobe.”

“Bark an order at me again and I’ll stop,” Chobe growled, Toma didn’t know if he wanted you two to stop or just get this over with. God, he was so embarrassed. He didn’t know how he’d be able to look either of you in the eye the next day.

“Either fuck that fat cock into me harder or I’ll get on top of you and use it to get myself off.” The back of Toma’s neck was on fire, you were always so quiet. And the nerve you had to say that to his brother of all people. “Is that right? You fuckin brat.”

“Mhmm, leave you all high and dry too.” Toma heard you gasp as he felt the bed stop shaking and your boobs settle. You let go of his arm, he could easily get up and leave now. So why wasn’t he? Maybe it was to prevent any more awkwardness. Or maybe it was because of the sensations he felt in the pit of his stomach when you whined, “No. Don’t do that.”

You reached behind you and grabbed his cock to keep him from pulling all the way out as Chobe demanded, “Beg if you want me to keep fucking you.”

You made a noise of displeasure, “How about I meet you halfway,” Toma felt your hand grip his arm again, giggling in his ear, “How about you punish me instead?”

When Chobe said nothing you added, “If you want me to beg then make-” Your words were cut off by a loud smack causing you to jolt against the younger Aza brother. “Oh, fuck,” you whispered, followed by another smack.

“You’re in trouble now, mouthy cunt,” he spanked you three more times before asking, “Ready to beg yet?”

“No,” you were stubborn, “being buried in my pussy is a privilege.”

You squealed as he slapped your ass harder, “So is having my big dick split you open,” and harder, “Think any of those boys from your village could’ve fucked you like this?” and harder, “Huh?”

“No,” you began to give in as he continued, “I saved you from having a miserable life with a man who couldn’t please you.” You were sure that you would probably be bruised for the next few days.

“I know,” you whined.

“Then ya better start showing some appreciation,” he pulled your head back by your hair, “or you’re never getting it again.” It was an empty threat, you both knew that. But it was torture only having half of him inside you. You need him to fill you to the brim.

“I love your dick so much.”

“How much?”

“More than I’ve ever loved anything. Can’t live without it,” your pussy clenched around him, trying to pull him back in.

He snorted, “Little dramatic, doncha think?”

You shook your head, “No one can fuck me the way you do. No one can even come close. Now that I’ve got a taste of you I couldn’t go on living without you. Want it all the time. Need your cock so bad. It's essential at this point.” Toma felt you shaking as you whispered, “Please, please, please,” until Chobe shushed you.

He let go of your hair, moving his hand back down to your waist with a bruising grip, “Good fucking girl.”

The bed resumed shaking as Chobe started fucking you again. Toma listened to the two of you, taking in the scent of sex. His blush subsided, there was no more embarrassment at this point. Or there wasn’t until he heard your voice, “Are-Are you awake?”

Fuck.

“Is he?” Chobe asked, not bothering to halt his thrusts. He just started fucking you again, he wasn’t gonna stop now.

Toma felt your face hovering about his as you tried to hold in your moans, “His, oh fuck, his eyelids are twitching.”

Fuck it. Toma opened his eyes, greeted with the sight of your fuck out face inches away from his. Blood shot straight to his cock at the sight. Your upper body jolting back and forth from being fucked. Lids drooping while your eyes were dazed and threatening to roll back into your head. You smile at him like he was the one fucking you, “Oh, hi.”

You pulled away and laid back down. This time letting all those pretty noises loose. There was no reason to hold them back now. Toma watched your face, brows furrowed and mouth agape.

Until he saw his brother lift his upper body on his elbow so he could peek over your body at his brother. His blush returned. Would he be mad? Would he think that Toma was some kind of pervert?

Of course, that wasn’t the case. “Nice boner,” Chobe joked, laying back down and continuing to spoon fuck you, “How long have you been listening?”

“Did you hear the spanking?” You asked, muscles tightening at the thought, “Holy fuck that was hot.”

Chobe groaned, “Squeezin’ the shit outta my dick baby.”

You eyed Toma’s bulge, “Poor thing looks like it can’t breathe.” Biting down on your bottom lip, your eyes met Toma’s, “Why don’t you stroke it a little?”

Before he could even reach for the tent in his pants Chobe interrupted, “You ain’t gonna take care of it for him?”

“Wasn’t sure if that was okay,” You moaned out.

“You’ve been awfully distant with him. Think ya better make it up to him.”

“That okay with you?” You asked Toma. He nodded, “Y-Yes.”

Chobe nuzzled his head into the back of your neck, trying to stifle a laugh at his brother's shyness. You reached a hand back to gently slap him while you ordered, “Well, get it out then.” As Toma reached down to pull his cock out of his pants you asked, “Wanna lend some saliva, Chobe?”

Chobe lifted one of your legs and draped it over Toma’s as he shoved your face into the pillow. Now on your stomach, he grabbed your hand and you felt him cover it in a huge wet glob of spit.

You moaned as the new angle allowed Chobe’s cock to force itself deeper into you and held your hand over Toma’s dick. Toma watched the spit slowly drip off your hand and onto his cock. Twitching as the cold liquid ran down his shaft.

“Fuck,” he moaned when you finally took ahold of his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze and spreading Chobe’s saliva all over it. You stopped at the tip and used your thumb to rub circles around it.

Toma tried to hold back his moans as you stroked him. He was so weary of you in the beginning and when he finally warmed up to you he saw you as his brother’s woman. He never would’ve thought that you’d be getting him off with your hand. Or that you were so good at it.

The realization was starting to set in. God, this was so fucked, wasn’t it? His brother's girlfriend helping him rub one out while said brother fucked into her from behind. Maybe the fact that this was so fucked up was part of the reason why it felt so fucking good.

“You're getting wetter,” Chobe commented, “Was this a fantasy of yours? Tainting my innocent little brother.”

“No,” You moaned into the pillow. Speeding up your hand, making it hard for Toma to stay quiet, “It's fuckin’ sexy though. Right, Toma?”

Toma clenched his jaw, determined to not let out any sounds. However, your strokes became harsher and quicker. Equally as determined to drag those moans out of him. Gripping his cock, sending sparks through his body.

He dug his teeth into his lip while death gripping the sheets. making his knuckles turn white. You wouldn’t let up, going even faster. His chest elevated as he involuntarily arched his back. Suddenly you let go of his cock and grasped his balls, massaging them, Toma finally broke, “Oh fuck. Yes. Yes!”

He felt his face heat up in embarrassment, he sounded like a girl.

“See?” you teased.

“Fuckin’ siren.” Chobe watched your ass jiggle as his hips snapped into yours, “My brother deserves a better woman than a whore in disguise.”

“You don’t though?” You looked at him from the corner of your eye. It was the best you could do with him shoving half your face into the pillow.

“Nah,” Chobe pulled your hips up, getting ready to jackhammer his cock into you the way he knew you loved, “you’re my angel.”

You yelped, on the verge of screaming and gripping Toma’s balls to the point where it was almost painful as Chobe fucked you fast and hard. You couldn’t speak, too choked up by the moans that wouldn’t stop themselves from spilling out of your lips. You grasped Toma’s cock again and stroked it rapidly, knowing that this escapade was about to reach its conclusion soon.

You tried to ask if you should put Toma’s cock in your mouth. Your words were broken up by moans and almost ineligible but Chobe knew what you were trying to say, “No, the only thing of his that should be inside you are his fingers.”

Fingers? Before you had time to wonder what that meant Chobe grabbed Toma’s hand and stuffed your mouth with his fingers. Moaning into his hand, you swirled your tongue around his fingers, sucking on them. Toma imagined how your warm mouth would’ve felt around his stimulated cock.

“Fuck!” he moaned as white ropes of cum squirted onto his chest. Chobe gave him about 10 seconds to ride out his high before pulling his hand out of your mouth and yanking it under your stomach, “Time to repay the favor, brother.”

Toma sat up and reached in between your legs, following his brother's command, “Rub in circles.” Toma, unfortunately being as inexperienced as he was, wasn't 100% sure where to rub. He was a quick learner though, after dragging his fingers up and down your pussy a few times, he was able to find your clit from the way your body shuddered when he touched it.

You bit into the pillow. Between Chobe’s hard thrusts and the added stimulation to your clit it wasn’t long before you reached your peak. Stars clouded your vision, body shaking as Chobe continued to harshly fuck you through your euphoria.

“Why don’t you see if she’s havin’ a good time for me?” Chobe suggested. Toma laid back down and watched your expression. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head and your smile was wide enough for Toma to see your gums.

“Where do you want it, slut?” Chobe asked.

“Cream,” You whined as he dug his fingernails into your sides, speeding up his already brutal pace until you felt his warm cum spill inside you.

“Fuck, baby,” Chobe groaned, waiting till his balls were drained completely to pull out. The base of his cock was covered with a white creamy ring. He rolled you over on your back, holding a hand above your womb, “Want me to push it out?”

You shook your head with a blissful smile, “Want Aza babies.”

Toma saw Chobe smile softly, finally seeing that affectionate side of him, “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

The next morning everything went back to normal. Toma would’ve assumed it was a dream had he not had to clean up the dried mess on his chest. Getting ready to move on to the next village Toma caught your eye from across the room. You gave him a small wink before turning around and continuing to pack your herbs.