#// HEY SO. POSSESSION'S NEAT! :D

[rafecameronssl4t]

I LOVED the “Who invited you?” one, so i was thinking… maybe a Thornton!reader x season 3!rafe, where Rafe and reader are secretly dating and reader tells about it to sofia, not knowing she had a crush on Rafe, so she tells everything to Topper

Stay in your lane || Rafe Cameron x Thornton!reader

A/n: so sorry this took me forever to reply to but hope you like it!!! added my own little twist in the end reminder that requests are open!!!!

Warnings: mentions of smoking, suggestive content, if theres anything else, lmk!

Word count: 1,884

MASTERLIST (rafe x thornton!reader au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

As you step into the country club, the cool air conditioning providing instant relief from the summer heat, you're greeted by a familiar face. "Hey," Sofia's voice carries a warm, welcoming tone as she catches your attention. Her honey-coloured hair is pulled back into a neat ponytail, and she looks every bit the part in her crisp, white polo shirt.

"Sofia, right?" you say with a smile, sliding your sunglasses up onto your head. She nods with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling. "That's me! And you're Y/n, Topper's sister," she says confidently, her gaze lingering on you for a moment as if to commit your face to memory.

"Yeah, that's right," you reply, your tone light and friendly as you confirm her guess. "Can I get you a table?" she offers, her hand subtly gesturing towards the dining area where groups of people are already seated, enjoying their meals and conversations.

You shake your head gently, your smile widening. "Oh no, I'm here with someone," you explain, a hint of warmth in your voice. Sofia's expression shifts as her lips form a small 'o' of understanding. "Well, enjoy!" she responds, her smile returning, though there's a hint of something else in her eyes—curiosity, perhaps, or intrigue.

You reciprocate her smile, offering a small wave before you turn to walk away. As you move towards the back of the club, you can feel Sofia's gaze following you, her attention unwavering until you disappear from sight.

~

Sofia stepped into the secluded section of the country club, balancing a tray of drinks with practiced ease. The chatter of the main dining area faded behind her as she ventured deeper into the quieter, more exclusive part of the club. As she approached the table, she quickly recognised you sitting there, and a curl of smoke caught her eye, obscuring the person seated across from you.

"Iced tea and a Westbrook?" Sofia announced as she drew closer, her voice steady. But as she placed the drinks on the table, her eyes widened in surprise as she finally saw who you were with—Rafe Cameron, his presence unmistakable.

“Thanks, Sof,” you responded warmly, your smile reaching your eyes as you accepted the glass of iced tea from the tray. Sofia’s attention drifted towards Rafe, who sat across from you with an air of nonchalance. He casually exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke, his intense blue eyes never leaving you as he flicked the ashes into the nearby ashtray.

His gaze was unwavering, almost possessive, as he watched you, barely sparing Sofia a glance. It was clear that his focus was entirely on you, as if the rest of the world, including Sofia, simply didn’t exist in that moment. The casual way he leaned back in his chair, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, contrasted sharply with the tension in Sofia’s chest.

"Y-you're welcome," Sofia stammered, caught off guard by the sight of the two of you together. She quickly realised that her surprise was showing, and she forced a polite smile before retreating, her mind racing as she walked away, the image of you and Rafe together lingering in her thoughts.

~

As Sofia made her way outside, she hauled the heavy bags of rubbish towards the bins at the back of the country club. Her thoughts were preoccupied, replaying the scene she had witnessed earlier of you with Rafe. The image of the two of you together lingered in her mind, stirring a mix of emotions she couldn’t quite pin down.

Lost in these thoughts, something in the parking lot suddenly caught her attention—Rafe Cameron’s truck parked in the parking lot. Her steps faltered as she saw you step down from the passenger side, a playful smile on your lips as you tugged your dress back into place.

Sofia’s heart raced, and without thinking, she ducked behind a nearby tree, hoping to remain unnoticed. Peeking out from her hiding spot, she watched as Rafe emerged from the car, his confident smirk evident even from a distance.

He moved towards you with a casual grace, his hand trailing down your back before giving your ass a light, possessive squeeze. The gesture was intimate, familiar, as if this wasn't the first time he'd done it. Then, Rafe leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that seemed to linger just a little too long.

Sofia could feel her chest tighten as she observed the scene, her mind reeling from the implications. She watched as he then walked you to your Porsche, his hand resting on the small of your back, guiding you with ease.

He opened the driver's door for you, the gesture almost gentlemanly, before leaning in for one last kiss. The way you smiled at him before driving off sent a pang of something unidentifiable through Sofia’s chest—jealousy? Surprise? Disbelief? Maybe all three.

As your car disappeared from view, Sofia’s eyes remained glued to Rafe. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly turned his head in her direction, as if sensing her presence. Panic surged through her as she let out a quiet gasp, instinctively slapping a hand over her mouth and pressing herself harder against the rough bark of the tree.

She remained frozen, barely daring to breathe, until she heard the roar of Rafe’s engine as he sped off. Only then did she dare to move, her heart pounding in her chest. Of course, you and Rafe were together. The thought settled heavily in her mind, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place. It was almost expected, yet seeing it with her own eyes was something else entirely.

~

"Hey, Sof," you greet her with a warm smile as you walk up to the bar and take a seat. Sofia returns the smile, but there's a slight tension in her expression, a tightness that you don't seem to notice. "Hey, what can I get you?" she asks, her voice pleasant but lacking its usual warmth.

"An iced tea will be fine, thanks," you reply, settling into your seat. Sofia nods and begins preparing your drink. As she works, your phone buzzes, drawing your attention. Sofia can't help but eavesdrop as you answer it. "Hey," you say into the phone, your lips curving into a smile as you listen to the person on the other end.

"Yeah, 1 p.m. is fine." Sofia continues making your iced tea, her curiosity piqued, wondering who you're talking to. When the call ends, you smile at Sofia, who quickly averts her eyes, focusing on placing a straw into your glass before pushing it across the bar towards you.

"Thank you," you say, taking a sip of the iced tea. You then pick up your phone again, your fingers tapping away as another smile forms on your lips, seemingly in response to a message. Sofia, now cleaning some glasses nearby, can't hold back her curiosity any longer.

"So… you and Rafe, huh?" she asks, her tone laced with subtle intrigue as she glances over at you. You look up from your phone, a light giggle escaping your lips. "Yeah?" you respond, a bit amused by her question. Sofia purses her lips, nodding as she tries to process this new information, a flutter of jealousy stirring in her chest.

"I didn't know you guys were dating," she continues, her voice careful, as if trying to gauge your reaction. You hum softly, playing with the straw in your glass. "Between you and me, we were friends with benefits for a while before he asked me out properly," you admit with a small, almost secretive smile.

Sofia nods, doing her best to hide her surprise, but there's a flicker of something in her eyes—disbelief, maybe even a touch of envy that she quickly tries to suppress. Her mind races, wondering how she missed the signs, and why the thought of you with Rafe unsettles her so much.

"Does Topper know?" she asks, her tone slightly more pointed as she looks at you. Your eyes snap to hers, and for a moment, the air between you feels charged with something unspoken, a tension that Sofia struggles to ignore.

"No, he doesn't know yet. We'll tell him soon enough, though," you reply, your voice steady. "Right now, he just thinks we're really good friends." Sofia hums in response, trying to mask the pang of jealousy as she watches you return to your phone, clearly engrossed in your conversation with Rafe.

You finish your drink and stand up, offering Sofia a warm smile. "Thanks for the drink, it was so good," you say sincerely before turning and walking off, leaving Sofia standing behind the bar, her thoughts racing as she watches you disappear from view.

~

When Sofia caught sight of Topper and Rafe walking into the country club, her heart began to race, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety flooding her system. The two of them made an imposing pair, effortlessly commanding attention as they approached the bar.

Sofia's gaze followed their every step, her pulse quickening when Rafe’s eyes met hers. He held her gaze for a brief moment before leaning in to whisper something to Topper. Without a word, Rafe then turned and walked outside, leaving Topper alone at the bar.

"Just my usual, thanks. Make it two," Topper said, leaning casually against the polished wood. His tone was indifferent, his eyes lazily scanning the room as if the bar and its staff were just another part of the scenery. Sofia nodded, accustomed to his detached manner, and began preparing the drinks.

As she worked, she stole a glance at Topper, feeling a sudden surge of boldness. Clearing her throat, she decided to speak up. "Y/N's not joining the two of you tonight?" she asked, her voice steady despite the nerves bubbling underneath.

Topper’s attention snapped back to her, his brows knitting together in mild confusion. A dry chuckle escaped his lips, the sound laced with a hint of amusement. "And what makes you think my little sister should be here with us?" he asked, his tone edged with curiosity as he watched her skillfully mix the drinks.

Sofia felt her confidence grow, fueled by the moment and the subtle power shift she sensed. She met his gaze head-on, refusing to be intimidated. "I'm not sure, I just thought she'd join you guys since she and Rafe are a couple now," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant as she shrugged her shoulders.

For a brief second, Topper went silent, and Sofia braced herself for his reaction. She expected surprise, maybe even a flash of anger or disbelief. But instead, Topper's response was cold and indifferent, his expression unreadable. "Don't see why that concerns you, Sofia," he said, his eyes drifting towards the view outside, his interest in the conversation fading as quickly as it had sparked.

Sofia's eyes widened, not prepared for his dismissive tone. "Oh, no—I was just wondering—" she stammered, her initial confidence rapidly dissolving under his gaze. Topper’s stare sharpened, cutting her off before she could finish. "I think you forget yourself sometimes," he said, his voice chillingly calm.

"Just because you work here in Figure 8, it doesn't give you the right to go sticking your nose in our business, yeah? So stay in your lane," He grabbed the glasses she had just finished preparing, his hand steady, his demeanor cold.

With that, he walked off without another glance, leaving Sofia standing there, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She hadn’t expected Topper to speak to her like that—so harshly, so dismissively. The words stung, lingering in the air long after he had disappeared, and Sofia was left alone.

[player-1]

While I love that the Head will ignore practically everything screwed up in The City (ie. Lob Corp and post-Library of Ruina), but god forbid a sentient piece of code gets a smidgen of emotions or anyone attempts to bring back the dead with the practically limitless scope of technology the Districts possess...or not paying taxes, that's also a must. But with ongoing dilemma of what Dante is exactly (might count as AI since (forced) memory wipes don't work on him), it's only a matter of time before they send out the big guns for being a walking Taboo. I mean, the Limbus gang found Dante in D CORP, literally a block away from the Big Three and T Corp also being incredibly handsy with any and every clock in their home turf, but I'm pretty sure he's just going through a reverse Angela arc with all the implications sprinkled around. But hey, the parallels are still there so that's neat :)

[moodymelanist]

Hair pulling / rough sex for nessian!

send help I’m addicted to writing mean and possessive Cassian and it’s all @dustjacketmusings and @c-e-d-dreamer’s faults

When Nesta finally got home from her work gala, Cassian was up waiting for her. She hadn’t been able to get a plus one for tonight, so when he’d gotten home from the gym, their apartment had been far too quiet for his liking.

“Hey baby,” she greeted him with a soft smile as she walked into their bedroom.

“Hey,” he replied, unable to take his eyes off her. He’d been relaxing on top of the covers, the ends of his hair still a little damp from his post-gym shower, but the sight of her had him sitting all the way up. “Woah.”

Nesta looked absolutely stunning in her dark blue dress and matching heels. She’d smoothed her hair back into a neat chignon, and the combination of her dress’ sweetheart neckline and her hair being pulled up was really doing it for him. The dress made her eyes look even bluer than usual, and he was torn between wanting to peel it off her or watching her walk around in it for a little longer.

Cassian hadn’t gotten a chance to see her in person before she’d left for her gala, and he knew right away that if he’d caught a glimpse of her beforehand, there was no way he would’ve let her out the house looking like that.

Now that Nesta was finally home, though… Cassian couldn’t wait to ruin her.

“How was your night?” Nesta asked, completely unaware of the direction Cassian’s thoughts had taken. She kicked off her heels with a sigh of relief before moving onto her earrings, turning to look at him with one brow raised when he didn’t answer her right away. “Cassian?”

“It was fine,” Cassian eventually answered with a lightness he didn’t quite feel. He was far too busy thinking about all the ways he was going to make her beg for his cock. “How was yours?”

“It was fine,” she replied slowly. She placed her earrings up in her jewelry organizer, caught his eye in the reflection of the mirror hanging above the dresser, and frowned a little. “Are you okay?”

“Am I supposed to be okay with knowing you got all dressed up for other people to look at you?” he asked. He made a point of trailing his eyes over her slowly, from the top of her golden-brown head to the bottom of her tights-clad feet.

Nesta visibly swallowed, her cheeks flushing slightly as she realized what game they were playing. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“No?” Cassian asked, getting off the bed so he could come stand behind her. “Which part of that was confusing for you, sweetheart?”

“I don’t care about other people looking at me,” she answered. She inhaled sharply as he pressed himself against her, letting her feel the way his cock was already starting to harden. “I just care about you.”

“So other people were looking at you,” he replied, focusing on the first half of what she’d said even though the second half made him want to smile. This game of theirs wasn’t much for smiling, though, so he shoved it down. “Was it fun?”

“No,” she denied immediately.

“No?” he repeated. He was picking up steam now, and it probably wouldn’t be much longer until he got to take her apart. “It wasn’t fun having every man in the room panting over you?”

“Nobody was panting,” she insisted. “I mean, a few guys tried to flirt with me, but I didn’t—”

“What,” Cassian said flatly. He played up his possessive streak when they did this, but the thought of some guy trying to talk to Nesta when he wasn’t around made his blood boil. “What did you just say?”

Nesta’s breathing picked up. “I didn’t — I told them all to fuck off. I promise.”

“You didn’t tell everyone you were taken?” he asked. “That you already belonged to somebody?”

“It was a work event,” she countered.

“Yeah,” he told her. “You probably couldn’t tell them that you’re mine.”

“No,” she breathed.

Cassian pressed in even closer, really grinding his hips into the curve of her ass now. “I guess it’d be unprofessional to say that I own you, right?”

“A little,” Nesta said, her voice hesitant as she tried to work out where he was leading her.

“But it wouldn’t be wrong to say,” he said back. His right hand let go of the dresser in favor of creeping up to wrap around her throat. “Would it?”

“No.” Her heart was beating fast where his thumb was pressed against her pulse. “I’m yours.”

“Say it again,” he demanded.

“I’m yours,” she repeated back to him, the sound like music to his ears. “Only yours.”

“Glad we’re on the same page,” he told her serenely. “But a little reminder never hurt anyone, did it?”

Cassian gave Nesta’s throat one last squeeze before he took a step back from her warm body. He yanked up the hem of her dress, exposing the thin material of her tights and the dark color of her underwear underneath them, and made quick work of removing every barrier between his mouth and her cunt. From there, it was easy to press a hand to her shoulders and bend her over the dresser. She was so gorgeous bent over like that that he almost said fuck it and stuffed her full of his cock, but she was even more beautiful when he’d made her come first, so he decided to stick with his original plan.

“Oh, fuck,” Nesta moaned as Cassian spread her legs apart, sank to the floor, and buried his face between her legs. “Oh my God.”

Cassian groaned right back, the taste of her nearly overwhelming him. He’d been thinking about this from the moment he’d gotten home, and if it were up to him, he’d let her sit on his face and use him to come any time she wanted.

It wasn’t always up to him, but right now, it absolutely was.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he told her, pulling his mouth away so he could slide a finger inside her instead. “And all mine.”

Nesta rocked her hips back, silently demanding more, and Cassian was more than happy to give her what she wanted. He added another finger and had to bite down on the inside of his cheek as he watched her take it, his cock so hard now it was almost painful. She was always beautiful, but watching her take any part of him — his fingers, his tongue, his cock — would always make him go a little crazier than anything else.

“God, Cassian,” Nesta moaned as she writhed above him. “Love you, love your fingers, feel so good—”

Cassian knew Nesta’s body almost as well as he knew his own, and he’d gotten her off this way so many times that he knew what all those delicious, choked-off whimpers meant. He didn’t dare change what he was doing, not when she was this close to the edge, and continued to suck at her

Nesta cried out loudly as she came, her body tensing as her orgasm swept over her. Cassian couldn’t see her face in the mirror from where he was kneeling, but hearing her moan and whimper through it was almost as good. His tongue didn’t stop until she reached around and swatted at his head, and he gave her clit one last flick of his tongue before he pulled away.

“What’s your color?” Cassian asked once he’d stood up. Nesta was still bent over and her head was tucked into her arms, so he leaned closer to her ear to make sure she could hear him. “Sweetheart?”

“I’m so fucking green right now,” came Nesta’s muffled reply.

“There’s my good girl,” he replied, the praise rolling easily off his tongue. “You ready to keep being good?”

“Yes,” she answered. She finally raised her head up and he was pleased to see her mascara was a little smudged around the edges. “I’ll always be your good girl.”

“That’s right,” he agreed, sneaking a kiss to the side of her temple before standing back up. She tried to follow him up, but he pressed a hand to her back to keep her bent over. “Did I tell you to move?”

“No,” she breathed. He knew how much she loved when he manhandled her, and he wasn’t about to let her mess up the fun. “I’m sorry.”

“I move you when you need to move,” he told her, moving his hand off her back so he could untie the loose pants he’d been wearing. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so his cock bobbed freely in the air once his pants were off. “You understand?”

Nesta nodded furiously, the motion dislodging some of the pins in her hair. “Yeah. Yes. Sorry.”

Cassian had been ready to fuck Nesta’s brains out, but he paused when he realized her hair must have been killing her. He reached out and pulled pins out at random until her hair fell around her shoulders, her sigh of relief proving his guess right.

“Much better,” he said, giving her scalp a quick scratch before he dropped the pins into a random container on their dresser. They could sort that out later; he had other, much more important plans right now.

Nesta sucked in a breath to speak, presumably to thank him for letting her hair down, but Cassian stole the words right out of her mouth. Whatever she was going to say was swallowed by a shocked little gasp when he rubbed his cock against her cunt and slowly thrusted inside her.

“Oh, fuck,” Cassian groaned as his cock was enveloped in Nesta’s tight heat. They’d had a lot of sex over the years, but he didn’t think he’d ever get used to the way she fit perfectly around his cock. “So perfect.”

“Been thinking about this all night,” Nesta moaned from below him. “Feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” he asked, using his free hand to grip her hip as he began a steady rhythm. She was still mostly dressed, so he had to slide under the fabric of her hiked-up dress to get a hand on her bare skin. “Were you thinking about me when those motherfuckers were trying to flirt with you?”

“I only think about you,” she answered breathily. “Nobody else can — oh, fuck, baby — fuck me like you.”

“Nobody else,” he agreed. He shifted the hand on her back higher so that he was holding the back of her neck, and the force of his thrusts made her shift a little onto her toes. “I’m the only one who can give this needy little pussy what it needs.”

“Because it’s yours,” she replied, moaning as she tried to arch her back for an even deeper angle. “I’m yours, everything is yours—”

Nesta knew every single button of his to push, and Cassian loved her for it. It made him want to see her face that much more, so he stopped pushing down on her back and moved his hand upwards until her hair was in reach.

“Look at me,” Cassian demanded, wrapping hand around the bronze curtain of her hair and pulling.

Nesta gasped as her head was suddenly yanked up, her eyes wide as she met his gaze in the mirror. “Cassian!”

“Every noise out of your pretty little mouth,” he growled, fucking her hard and fast now, “is mine. You understand?”

“Yes, yes, fuck,” she agreed, panting. She looked absolutely debauched and he loved it. “I’m yours, I told you, nobody else—”

Cassian’s orgasm hit him so strongly and so suddenly it was a miracle his knees didn’t buckle. He pulled Nesta as close as humanly possible and thrusted hard, grinding his cock as deeply into her as he could while pleasure washed over him.

“Love you so much, sweetheart,” Cassian panted into her ear the second he could speak again. He gently untangled his hand from her hair and pressed a series of kisses to the side of her face, already switching into take care of Nesta mode. “You okay?”

“Mhmm,” Nesta eventually responded, her eyes fluttering shut. “So good. Love you too.”

He chuckled softly to himself before gently pulling out. “Come on, Nes. Let’s get you into the shower.”

“How was your gala, anyway?” Cassian asked after they’d showered, put on fresh pajamas, and gotten into bed. He looked at her with a cheeky grin before adding, “I promise I’m actually listening this time.”

Nesta stared at him for a few moments before fondly rolling her eyes. “It was fine. Thanks for asking.”

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[somerandomcryptid]

Bro idk what's fucking possessing me to do shit but take a little Dreaming of death comic I guess?????

Yeah I don't think I've really touched on how everyone else reacts to Cryptid running away... Yeah it doesn't got great!

Anyway I did a little experiment to see what my designs would look like in grayscale, for fun, and I can definitely say I did not make them for grayscale

Like Punz's contrast is shit omg

And you can't tell the difference between Wren's strawberry blond and white streaks

But uh it was still a neat experiment!

Also yeah remember this line from Pinned like Butterflies chapter 2:

He may have followed through with that guys :D

(I start infodumping so I'm putting it under the cut)

It's a magical tracker from the translocation book that works a lot like how he can always tell where Wren is because she's his anchor (that's plausible right??? I think it makes sense, given the lore I know)

He did actually ask Punz "hey is this too extreme? I know Wren probably wouldn't approve of me doing it without Cryptid's knowledge but I mean come on! They were fucking kidnapped, it's justified right?????" And Punz was just like "yeah seems legit to me. I mean they might hate you for it in the long but teenagers am a right?"

Anyway yeah Punz is a terrible influence because his moral code is even more squirrelly than Dream's, this is one of the many reasons Wren hates him

As expected Wren is very not ok learning that Dream put a magical tracker on Cryptid without their consent ESPECIALLY because Cryptid probably (to her knowledge) would have said yes and this is exactly what Dream did to her and ugh just communicate like a damn adult instead of putting spells on everyone!

She is especially pissed off by it though because Cryptid just ran away it's clear that they ran away rather than being somehow taken and so she's already suspecting that something went down with Dream and Punz given that after going to meet with them they came home pissed the fuck off and neat sobbing but locked themself in their room before Wren could say anything about it. She just assumed that they needed time to cool off from whatever the fuck happened and that they would talk later.

They didn't get a later.

So yeah Wren's pretty fucking suspicious, and then it's revealed a tracker was put on them, and then they keep running, and then they willingly go to Sam of all people, and then when they're confronted they refuse to go home

So uh yeah Wren knows some shit is up before Cryptid actually tells her what happened. It's a very tense month for the artic commune.

Sorry for rambling so much lol, I just have a lot of thoughts about how exactly Runaway arc goes down.

(Dreaming of death is an au of the fic Penpal by @calamari-minecraft-corner and Wren specifically is theirs as well as the whole translocation book lore, though I am making some extrapolations)

[vivi-scera]

hi hi! so i just found your answer to an ask about johndean, and i got immensely surprised when you mentioned about batman and robin, which i assume bruce and dick, not the other batman and robin combination, and im curious about what do you think about them! i quite recently got into comics, and im so fascinated by their mutual codependency and dick's devotion towards bruce, and how bruce sees dick as his peer/partner despite their age differences before growing into a more parental role, and i wanna hear your opinions abt them :D

hey so. come off anon so we can make out.

dick grayson, the first robin and batman's lacanian phallus. ugh many things to say and think about. i wasn't necessarily referring to just bruce and dick— i think all of the subsequent robins have their own neat fucked-up relationships with bruce, in each their own ways. more fucked-up in that they see him as more their father than dick does, like you mentioned. i like thinking about jason-robin's relationship with bruce the most but i like tim as robin best. i think i was mostly thinking bruce/jason since i was talking about johndean but since you asked about bruce/dick i'll expand on them the most.

some may think brudick is the least problematic of all the possible bruce/son pairings since dick doesn't necessarily think of bruce as his father. which is true, he already had a good relationship with his father and didn't need/want a replacement in bruce like the other robins do. but a huge part of his characterization (during his robin years at least) is his insistence on being bruce's equal. you'll see tons of canon material— tv shows, comics, games, etc.— wherein dick insists that he's batman's partner, not his sidekick. many such connotations about the word "partner" as we all know. and there are popular interpretations about the queer subtext in batman comics. guy who cannot be his true self in the public sphere and thus parades around in fetishistic costumery in secrecy. you know how it is. but not only in batman's character— there was a huge outcry about the homoerotic imagery/subtext between batman and dick-robin in the 40's and 50's (see The Seduction of the Innocent), so I'm not pulling this shit out of my ass. not that i'm saying there's canon truth/weight to these interpretations. they are just that. interpretations.

anyway. not only is dick batman's partner, he's also bruce's partner. his lighter, brighter counterpart. bruce sees himself in dick, and also wants to prevent dick from becoming him (see young justice season 1 episode 22 for THE BEST interpretation of batman/dick's relationship. or just young justice in general). no one else is bruce's partner/equal quite like dick is (jason, tim, etc. are more his sons as mentioned. and they also, unlike dick, possess the fault of actually wanting to become batman, or some version of him). just as batman is responsible for robin's creation, so does robin-dick, in turn, shape batman's character. bruce didn't make dick his/a son as much as dick-robin made bruce-batman a dad. just maybe not his own father. fucked-up of dick to be jealous of jason getting bruce's fatherly-attention but not necessarily even wanting it himself. but it's okay, he made him a father! dick himself, in being the first to create robin, might even be the father-mother of bruce's other children and therefore has a higher role as batman's literal partner. one of my favorite developments in comics EVER is dick becoming damian's pseudo-father/batman. the first quasi-son becoming a father figure to his mentor-father's biological son. canonically, dick even wanted to adopt damian. but none of this can/does make dick bruce's true equal (bruce's true equal is batman, and vice-versa). i'm going to be actively problematic and say that bruce sees dick as something less than his partner and something more than his son. i'd LOVE to see a fic that explores dick's drive to become batman's equal/partner and the proverbial wires crossing because of that drive. i think at this point i'm just gonna have to write it myself 😔.

speaking in a meta-narrative sense, dick was introduced as batman's foil. robin (not necessarily dick, just the role) must project an idealized image of that which must be protected. he is representative of the hope that batman has in not only gotham's future, but his own. there is no point in batman if he doesn't believe he can save the future. in batman managing to save robin, he succeeds in saving gotham. but i mean, does that ever really happen? does batman ever really "save" robin/gotham? if the nature of robin is that which must be protected, robin is also a representative role that must be preserved in order to allow batman to save (and fail in order to save) gotham over and over and over again. robin exists/represents a future gotham that doesn't need batman and stands as a reminder to batman what he chooses to fight for, but robin cannot occupy that future himself (since robin is a condition created by batman and can't exist without him. a perfect gotham would neither need robin or batman. the existence of robin implies that there is a gotham that needs saving and that there is a batman that needs to save gotham). so herein lies the paradoxical tragedy of dick grayson. he needs to grow up in order to be batman's equal (and/or to be his partner in the romantic sense), but batman needs robin to justify his existence. robin, the role, by definition cannot grow up in order to meet his own condition for existence— he cannot exist in the future. when the boy behind the mask is killed/grows up, he ceases to be robin and someone else fills in the role. even when dick grayson grows up and becomes batman himself, he still cannot meet bruce-batman as his equal.

there's a great btas episode "the trial" that explores the idea that batman's existence is the condition that creates the very villains he's meant to stop. whether i agree with that statement is another topic. but it's an interesting and valid idea nonetheless. if robin symbolizes all that is at risk of and must be protected from "perversity" (both in the connotative and literal meaning of the word) what does it mean when the birth of batman is representative of gotham's perversion? you can see why i have issues with the statement that batman is the real cause of all evil in gotham. while i think that it's true that batman is a perversion he is just as much a persona created to do good and does succeed in doing good. he is, very much, the john winchester of comics if you'd like to think about it that way.

anyway this totally got too meta-y, sorry. i do think each robin's relationship with bruce brings up some more interesting questions i'd love to explore (and be asked to explore!!!). can batman ever save robin/jason? can robin/tim ever save batman? as damian, son of bruce, what does it mean to be robin, son of batman? thx for the ask <3

[icy-watch]

Yep, that's how they end the episode, that's why I thought it was best you watched ep 7 alone and the last 2 together :D and because the show is evil they keep all their best content to the specials that come out half a year to a year later in english. so sad. I should mention those specials are actually the season finales. the last episode doesn't wrap anything up, ever. anyways, back on track to dissecting. "final" ep, wahoo. Okay firstly, last ep Macaque being a creepy little shadow shark was pretty neat. his fights are never flashy or powerful, but its cool to see him fight. sigh, we only get a lil bit of how he uses his powers in S4 but hey, its cool at least. anyways. do you think the way his forehead creases and twitches is purely out of anger or bc some tiny part of him doesn't like having to resort to these means. am I just reaching- could be anything rlly, including the ice. Macaque's face when Tang says, "alright, you win." HMM. My hot take for the day is that what if Macaque was possessed by the LBD long before this episode? Because we can attribute the chains we see around his wrist and neck from S3 ep 4 as the Diyuu, but he ain't dead yet, he may be dying though. But, CHAINS AROUND HIS WRIST AND NECK. Gee, wow! Almost like the same chains we see burned away just now by the Samadhi Fire?! Look at how Macaque instantly goes to stare at his wrists when he says "it worked!" I wonder if he could feel them this whole time, since he didn't bother to look to his own ice-covered fur first? Her whispers die too, I see...they cut off abruptly. Also note: His clothes (before LBD swapped them) were folded the wrong way, the way a corpse wears them...drama boy, OR *cough who buried him cough.* ALSO NOTE: I could be wrong, but that flashback honestly feels like he's reaching out for help. For Wukong's help, maybe he managed to break free for just a split second- That's also SUCH a good slo-mo capture scene of Wukong frozen and reaching out, just a split-second too late hehe.

You're not reaching about Macaroo. At least, I don't think so.

OH, he could totally feel those chains the entire time.

[folliesandfolderols]

Writing prompts day 56

From this prompt list. If you’ve read this far, I’m not sure you need any explanation, but the short version is I hadn’t written any fiction since 2019, I set a goal to write at least 150 words/day in 2024, and this list was my way to restart. Also I abruptly decided on day 2 I would write an entire Tim/Damian story connecting all the prompts, because I am Good at Judging My Limits. /sarcasm Anyway, I finished the rough draft a while ago and am now unlocking the old entries as I edit.

Read from the beginning here, or on ao3 here

Days 51-55 here

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32. “Need/want you in me.”

73. “So wet/hard for me already, huh?”

86. “Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?”

***

Holy fuck. Damian wanted to look owned. Tim's breath fractured in his lungs at the realization. That grasping thing that lived in the basement of his brain hummed with satisfaction.

He rubbed his ass on Damian's erection again just to distract him from whatever the hell his face was doing at the moment. He smiled down at him. "So hard for me already, huh? Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?”

He didn't mean the words as anything other than bragging, but Damian's look went stormy. "Are you going to tell me you're in a better state?" He glanced down at Tim's cock, standing practically straight up against his stomach at this angle.

Oops. "Hey, hey," he soothed, combing Damian's hair back from his face with gentle scratches of his nails. "That's not what I meant." He kissed Damian's cheeks and then his mouth, sorry sorry sorry, then scooted lower so his face was at Damian's chest level. "Let me just get back to what I was doing."

Taking one of Damian's nipples between his teeth, he worried at the skin until it developed a deep purple bruise. Damian whined underneath him, shamelessly grinding his cock into Tim's weight.

Tim pulled back to admire his handiwork. "So pretty." He ran his palm down Damian's side, loving the undulation of muscle beneath his touch as Damian moved into it. He moved down a few inches and sucked another mark into the fragile skin overlaying Damian's ribs. "God, I just want to—"

He had to shut himself up, so he pressed his mouth to Damian's other nipple. Damian sighed, this time. Tim looked up at his face to make sure he wasn't getting bored, and surprised a look of glittering satisfaction lighting up Damian's eyes.

Tim smiled at him. "You like that, huh." He had to work not to sound as happy as he was at the prospect of pleasing Damian.

He pushed Tim's shoulder down as if to guide him. "Keep going. I want more."

"Yes, sir," Tim said with mock formality. Damian shuddered underneath him at the title, and Tim filed that away for future reference and kept going as ordered.

By the time he deemed Damian's torso sufficiently claimed, Damian was moaning, a constant stream of sound almost too quiet to hear except that Tim had his ears right next to his chest. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hands clutched at Tim's shoulders like they were the only anchor keeping him from floating away.

Tim sat up again and smoothed both hands down the length of Damian's chest and stomach. "There. That's much better." In the back of his mind, he allowed some surprise at how even his voice sounded when his cock was aching and leaking all over Damian's pants.

For the first time, Damian craned his neck to look down at his own skin. His eyes went wide. "That—that—"

Tim smiled, and didn't bother subduing the provocation in it. "Do you like it?"

Damian stared at the diagonal pattern Tim had bitten into him, flagrant marks of possession in neat rows, a direct challenge to anyone else who might think to undress him. He flicked his gaze back up to meet Tim's and nodded, fast jerky movements. "I do. I like it very much."

He was so damn cute sometimes. Tim couldn't resist kissing him again. "I know something else we can do that you'd like."

Damian didn't answer immediately, pulling him into a deeper kiss that had Tim's stomach going liquid with arousal as Damian fucked his tongue into his mouth. By the time Damian freed his lips to whisper hoarsely, "What is it?" he'd forgotten what the question was about.

"What?" he asked, brain hazy, then, "Oh! Do you want to fuck me?"

Damian groaned and pressed his forehead into Tim's shoulder. "If you say things like that without warning, I might not make it long enough to do so."

Tim bit his lip at the thought of making Damian come in his pants and had to grab his own erection to relieve some of the ache. "God, Dami, need you in me, right now." 

Somewhere, rational thought pointed out that literally none of the choices he was making were helping them work anything out between them, but rational thought could go fuck itself while Damian fucked Tim.

He wrenched the cabinet of his coffee table open and pulled out the small bottle of lube and the condom he'd stashed there earlier in the day while refusing to consider why he was doing it. Standing, he drew Damian up with him and led him to the other side of the couch, then bent over its back. "Here, get me ready for you."

Damian took a deep breath and poured way too much lube over his hand, but Tim wasn't about to complain. He started with two fingers. Tim flinched at the stretch, and Damian froze. "Did I—"

"Don't stop, it feels so good," Tim groaned into the crook of his arm. It was only mostly not a lie, but he didn't want to tell Damian that he hadn't had anything else inside him in a while, even his own toys. It was as if once he'd cut off the possibility of sex with Damian, his body had decided it didn't want sex that reminded him of Damian either.

Damian obediently worked his fingers deeper, and Tim kept hiding his face and taking deep breaths, and by the time Damian added another finger, he was canting his hips into the air. Damian was pressing his hard-on into Tim's thigh as his hand moved, still trapped inside his pants and probably feeling like he was going to die of blue balls soon.

"That's good, that's good," Tim said finally, unable to make himself be patient any longer. "Get that condom on and get inside me already."

Damian fumbled to obey, yanking his zipper open and pulling his pants and underwear down just enough to roll the condom on and pour lube directly on it while Tim watched blearily. Gripping Tim's hip with sticky fingers, he steadied himself with the other hand and slowly, steadily, pressed inside Tim.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Tim chanted as the stretch and sting became unbearable for a second, and then the second ring of muscle gave and Damian slid home. They stood in near-silence for a few moments, harsh breaths the only sound.

Damian stroked Tim’s thigh, gently rubbing the small of his back with his other hand when Tim whimpered. “It’s all right, you're all right,” he soothed as Tim grew fully hard once more.

He had grown enough in his stamina that it didn't feel like he was about to come immediately, so Tim reached back to pull him more tightly against his hips. "Move. Wanna feel you come."

With a startled inhale, Damian obeyed, setting a steady rhythm. The force of his thrusts was belied by the delicate touch of his hands, caressing Tim's back and sliding across his chest and belly before one encircled his cock. Tim cried out with relief at finally getting some purposeful stimulation there and realized all in the same moment that he wasn't going to last. 

"Shit, Dami, oh shit," he sobbed, shoving back into Damian's length, keeping an iron hold on the back of the couch. "I can't, I can't, you feel too good, I'm gonna come so fast—"

Damian sounded just as frantic as he gasped out, "It's all right, come for me, I want to feel you do it—" and then Tim couldn't hold on anymore.

He whited out as Damian's arm locked iron tight around his waist. Distantly, he was aware of the pulsing inside that meant Damian had come with him.

He kept his face hidden, trying to catch his breath and his self possession, but it was taking too long. Damian made both almost impossible when he pressed his lips to the nape of his neck, and whispered, "You're perfect, Timothy."

day 57 here

[feeling-grubby]

I want to ramble so I'm gonna ramble about my characters typing quirks and then some quirk ideas I had but not really attached to any characters I plan to make. Just kind of thought of them is all and will probably never use them.

Hollies-> she replaced M's with 3+ in order to match the sign she has. Some people didn't get that at first until I explained it to them. I am told it's annoying typing quirks to deal with

Zynier-> he combines the last letter of a word with the same letter at the start of a new word. For example "standstill = stand still." It's supposed to be kind of slurred together speech as he is secretly very lazy and often eepy.

Tikvah-> she adds the prefix and suffix that are supposed to look like her sign. This is what the two look like with no words between "Ɛ>][<3". She also speaks in 'code'. This code is how middle schoolers use to type in numbers in a calculator and turn it upside down to spell boobs the number sequence being 58008. There are a little over 100 'code words' she uses. An example is "hello = Ɛ>]0.7734[<3" it's probably awful to read through but hey I thought it was neat.

Angora-> his typing quirk is where he upper case every value. To show him stressing and emphasizing vowels to show a pitch change giving him a loud and animated voice. Atleast that was my intent. An example of his quirk in use is "thE qUIck brOwn fOx JUmps Over thE lAzy dOg." He also has the most emoticons to help push the idea even more he is animated and very pressive.

⦕⦿w⦿⦖ - 0_0

⦕-w-⦖ - -_-

⦕^w^⦖ - ^u^

⦕°^°⦖ - *^*

⦕×w×⦖ - x_x

⦕⁰x⁰⦖ - 0x0

⦕TwT⦖ - TwT

⦕OwO⦖ - 0w0

⦕ÔwÕ⦖ - ‘,:/

⦕Ò  ᳕Ó⦖ - >:3

Rakker-> his typing quirk makes as many letters as possible have smile-y faces. I don't really have a reason for this other than I thought it fit a clown character. Here's the example. "The qüic:k br:o)wn f:o)x jümps :o):>er the lazy :D:o)g" If you are having a hard time finding all the faces here.

ü = u

:o) = o

C: = c

 :>  = v

:D = d/D

Maebel-> her quirk is straight forward. She is associated heavily with death so her t's become these weird crosses to resemble cross grave markers. "✣he quick brown fox jumps over ✣he lazy dog."

Piapot-> They doesn't have any but if anyone has suggestions for basically a possum reincarnated into a troll I am happy to hear them. They are precious little non-binary trash baby.

Nvidia-> she has prefix and suffix to resemble computer code, plus whenever replaces e's with 3 hinting at her mutations. I am thinking of changing it soon to be instead three i's to replace the e.

Ex. 1 without change

"<p>th3 quick brown fox jumps ov3r th3 lazy dog:</p>"

Ex. 2 with change

" <p>thiii quick brown fox jumps oviiir thiii lazy dog:</p>"

N/a-> Troll opens up dialogue screaming and ends with screaming the resulting message looking something like this "AAA<hello friend>AAA". More a's are added or taken away depending on the importance of the message, or the intensity of the ton. Also a's with switch between upper case to lower case to help trolls figure out the tone of the message. This man is panicking outwardly 24/7.

N/a-> this one is for a specifically a highblood. Basically they assume people intelligence level and add definitions in parentheses when talking. Making it into a long winded rant suppose to be as annoying as kankri (possibly more annoying even.)

Ex.

"You do not have any significance (meaning; the quality of being worthy of attention/importance) to me. Your existence is null (having or associated with the value zero). There is a dearth (meaning; a scarcity or lack of something) any good qualities within thyself. Your personality makes me discomfit (meaning; cause to lose ones composure) because of the scarcity (meaning; very little of) good qualities(meaning; a distinctive attribute or characteristic possessed by someone or something.) you have. The only reason I have brought myself to stay was your adulation (meaning; excessive flattery or praise) towards me. The rest of your attributes( a quality or feature regarded as a characteristic or inherent part of someone or something) are crude (meaning; in a natural or raw state) and decorum (meaning;behavior that is well-mannered) . I am sorry if you find this as a diatribe (meaning; abusive and bitter attack through speech or writing) towards you but it needed to be said and I need to say this to teach you a much needed and warranted lesson."

The words that he gives definitions for will vary based on who he is talking to. The lower the blood caste the lower the reading level he will assume. If he is talking to a burgundy he will straight up provide definitions for words like "big". When talking to a highblood that is still below him the reading difficulty he assume goes to a college level words. If the highblood is higher than him he is not risking making assumptions and will drop the definitions.

If I ever think of more I will reblog this, and add more. But yeah those are my dumb typing quirks I have thought of.

[fenghuane-a]

something was taken from you. take it back.

[traitor.] [traitor.] [traitor.]

ALT 4-KIDS VERSION HERE!

[beckface]

Two ideas but basically alien puberty for both

Idea A: at some point she's just going through weird alien puberty (physical changes, hormones imbalances, new body parts, maybe even a new power) and the villains just all try to awkwardly help her cuz they don't know how to deal with children, less with puberty and even LESS with alien children going through puberty

Idea B: during alien puberty she basically becomes possessive/protective of anything and anyone she cares about. If the villains figure this out they expect her to be a lot more on guard with them and fussy over the citizens. Imagine their surprise when she starts chewing someone out a civilian because they made some rude comment about them.

Only gets worse when she just starts being clingy with them (Lexiconians are very pack oriented, and during puberty do they get more protective and needy of their pack) and is constantly hovering over them or just throws herself on top of them.

Ajrjjd sorry I just love spewing out ideas of the villains just being wordgirls funky little family ❤️

Okay this is great though. I remember discussing this in a discord server a while back and we talked about her getting like a tail and claws and stuff, and I’m absolutely obsessed with just WEIRD SHIT happening as she gets older

IDEA A:

- Tail. Giver her a tail. I propose like a little prehensile demon tail that she can fight and stab with but whatever works

- CLAWS AND FANGS seriously pls I need more Lexiconicans looking like absolutely wild predators I think it’s neat

- I’m gonna reference a fanfic again but She’s too big for these bones by RevengePanda ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/37743532?view_adult=true ) has the idea of Lexiconians actually BEING natural predators and Becky starts getting a #ThirstForBlood it’s really dark we love to see it

- Note to self I wanna ask the fic writer if I can write a spinoff where she goes to DTB and is like “Hey doc, how do you control your invasive and evergrowing hunger for cheese? Asking for a friend.” and since we’ve all just collectively agreed he’s studied Lexiconian stuff somehow he’s like “Ah well shit now I have to stop her from eating people”

- Also I was really fixated on the idea that she gets wings for some time and it makes no sense because she superman-style flies but LET ME HAVE THIS

- Also really into the idea of her actually having like an actual third eye that can open during intense situations

- Imagine she gains the power to shapeshift into a intimidating creature but it’s really hard for her to control so sometimes she just. Animalifies

- Mood swings galore, like way worse then a normal teenager, and during battles the villains have learned to start being careful with their banter or else she might start raging or crying, which are just both horrible options really

- I like to think since she’s showing more alien traits the mental distance between Becky and Wordgirl grows, Identity crisis angst prompt GO

- I refuse to believe the learnerer is human so I want him to not understand what the big deal is and just be like “it’s just what happens with teenagerers?? Why r we all flippinging out lol”

- No actually im not done talking about the fangs and claws thing, Becky’s mouth and fingers are sore lately and she doesn’t know why until she’s cornered by a villain and instinct takes over and SLASH, scratch marks across the face and she’s standing over them fangs bared, and then she comes back down, looks at her hands with blood on them, touches her canine teeth that grew out, and REALIZES

- Yall like spikes??? Give her back spikes lizard style. Who cares it’s fun go wild

- HEADCANON TIME Miss Power’s scaley spot is actually a scarred over injury, instead of a normal scar it’s scaley for protection. This is something developed in certain alien species, Lexiconians being one of them, so imagine Becky gets a horrible injury and is HORRIFIED to discover that the “healing” looks like Miss Power’s face

- For a short amount of time due to some weird alien puberty where they develop adult-hunting instincts or whatever, Becky either just LOSES her mind like full on wild animal, OR she gets really creepy and quiet like bird-of-prey style, and the villains have to contain her before she starts attacking things, but struggles really bad with it because she’s not holding back at all anymore

- Every time something weird happens during a battle or alien hormones start acting up the villains call DTB for help because he’s the closest thing they have to an expert thats not Huggy (they can’t understand him and are too afraid to ask wordgirl to translate atm)

- DTB is getting reaaaaal sick of this

- Tobey borrows a book from DTB on Lexiconian stuff (I imagine Huggy helped him write it when he was Steven) and accidentally gets hyperfixated on it and keeps telling Wordgirl things she doesn’t want nor care to know about herself/her people. Like she loves knowing about her culture but does she REALLY need to know who the first Lexicon Library was founded by

- She gets incredibly attached to Rex during all this

- Becky has to hide all her new body parts and uncontrollable powers from her daily life and keeps making up wilder and wilder excuses for what’s happening

- Violet and Scoops take pity on her by restraining her from talking every single time something alien happens, and they just make up something instead (Becky is so bad at coverups bless her)

- The whole alien puberty thing opens up casual discussion with people she knows about her actual biology, and they are shocked to learn about things like the fact that, this entire time, she thought everyone on earth was just breathing oxygen for funsies

- Becky starts missing Lexicon a lot, which is weird because she doesn’t remember ever being there. A lot of times she gets a pang in her chest though, like her home is calling to her.

IDEA B:

- In love with the found family too yes <3

- when they all kinda grasp what’s happening DTB warns the villains that Wordgirl might start being extra aggressive to them while she’s going through alien puberty

- I love this sm The first person after this meeting she fights is Butcher, and he gets in a petty argument with a citizen, WG goes “HEY!” all aggressively and he thinks that he’s gonna get yelled at, but she steps in front of him to tell the citizen to mind their own business

- If someone’s mean to someone she cares about she will just start hissing and it’s making everyone uncomfortable at this point. She has no idea that she’s doing it

- After capturing villains if there’s time she usually chats with them, but now she also will lean on them or even just kindof, hold them in the air. In some cases with the ones she’s closest with she’ll even hug them for a bit, They don’t know what to make of this at first but they all pretty much learn to appreciate the affection and let her do her thing

- She gets bold and comes over DTB’s warehouse like she used to do and will just surprise him by flying behind him and resting her chin on his head and is like “Whatcha workin on :D” and he has to lie and pretend it’s not an evil ray. He lets her hang out and help him build little side projects

- Hi Tobecky fans so Tobey is in heaven, like Wordgirl is 40% more likely to agree to ice cream nowadays, and because he’s the villain most reciprocative of the physical affection she’s become very very cuddly with him while they wait for his mom to come get him after battles.

- also he’s totally not enjoying how Becky Botsford (separate person) sometimes leans on his desk and on his shoulder during lab class now, no he doesn’t like it and he definitely isn’t leaning against her too, why would you say that??

- She is sooooo clingy with her family and her parents couldn’t be more delighted. Tj on the other hand loves his sister, he really does, but would appreciate FIVE MINUTES alone to do his homework. Becky we’ve watched this episode of Pretty princess already. Becky I don’t want to make cookies right now, we just ate. Becky I don’t need homework help. Becky please.

- At school she is attached to Violet and Scoops at the hip and gets sad when they have to separate, they find it humorously endearing and try to have at least one of them by her side at all times

-Becktoria hi whenever Victoria’s parents are mean to her Wordgirl starts directly standing up to them because now that they’re older Becky is starting to be able to see what’s actually going on here, and because she is her she wants to help, and because of the hormones it makes her REALLY angry to see Victoria be put down like that and then they kiss

-If Chuck is ever down on himself Wordgirl gets really emotional about it and hugs him and tells him that he’s wonderful until he starts getting emotional too

- Just a lot of fluffy hugs brrrr

[cobrakatharsis]

got possessed to write something based on johnny being called chozen’s dog in s5, and my own subsequent comment that chozen should put a collar on him, so here’s chozen doing exactly that

1.2k words, established chozen/johnny/daniel, chozen/johnny focus, implied d/s dynamics, implied n/s/f/w, bottom + sub johnny, mentioned crossdressing/johnny in lingerie

—

there’s a giftbox on the bed when johnny gets up there.

he feels a little spoilt knowing that that’s not altogether unusual - there’s fairly often gifts left out for him all over the house from both of his lovers. he’s very familiar with all of the different fancy lingerie and clothing gift boxes that the different brands use - and which brands daniel and chozen each favour thanks to that - but this box is different. it’s smaller and a bit taller than any box that could be holding a lingerie set, unless the set’s all folded up, and johnny wonders for a moment if it might be just panties.

thankfully, chozen enters the bedroom behind him in that same moment, footsteps seemingly intentionally audible so johnny knows he’s there. clearly announcing to johnny that he’s got an audience for this gift’s unveiling.

“hey. ‘m i allowed to open it?” johnny asks teasingly, half-genuinely just in case chozen wants to wait for daniel, but chozen nods graciously to the box.

“of course. for you.”

the box is black and decorated with rich silk ribbon bound into a neat bow at the top, and from it lies a fancy embossed leather gift tag of a company name and logo - equally fancy - johnny doesn’t recognise. his name’s on the other side of the tag - well, just “johnny” embossed in swoopy, curling lettering - and along with chozen’s words he takes it as open invitation to lift the lid off the box and set it to the side on the bed.

chozen’s hands touch his waist in the same moment he sees the contents, and the warm, strong body pressed to his back certainly adds to the shudder that runs through him at the sight.

a collar, resting neatly in a bed of black tissue paper. it’s finely crafted, deep red leather with luxurious-looking black padding on the inside, and beside the shining golden buckle there’s a D-ring with an engraved circular tag attached.

removing one hand from johnny’s waist, chozen reaches out in front of them both and lifts the collar out of the box, holding the tag still with a thumb so johnny can read it.

DANIEL A. LARUSSO

戸口長善

the sight of daniel’s name makes johnny inhale, and the kanji beneath makes him pause for only a second before he recognises the familiar characters of chozen’s name too.

ridiculously, he feels his eyes burning immediately as he stares at the neatly engraved lettering. he wants to reach out and take the collar, feel it in his hands, but he knows his hands are trembling so he keeps them at his sides.

“what,” he says instead, voice as light and easy as he can make it, “no phone number in case i get lost?”

chozen lets out a soft breath against johnny’s neck, maybe amusement, and perhaps he understands johnny’s plight because he moves his other hand from johnny’s waist to the collar to unbuckle it with easy motions. it leaves johnny stood in the circle of his arms, feeling chozen’s chin just barely resting on his shoulder as he works, careful with the stiff leather.

“don’t need phone number,” chozen declares once he’s gotten the buckle loose and the collar spread open between both hands, once again completing the circle of his arms. his voice is soft and warm. “if you are lost…me and daniel-san come find you.”

with steady hands he raises the collar to touch the front to johnny’s neck, the engraved tag hanging right between his collarbones, and johnny can feel it so keenly as he shakily swallows again. he looks away from the empty box, unable to handle it as the collar itself is put on him, and in doing so he - finally? - notices daniel stood in the doorway, dressed in his work clothes with a look in his eyes so warm as he watches them that it makes part of johnny want to scream - especially when it only turns warmer when daniel notices johnny’s attention. a smile joins the gaze as daniel approaches, meeting johnny’s side just as the collar’s buckle closes and johnny’s breath is stolen by two of chozen’s fingers sliding firmly beneath it, checking the tightness.

“大丈夫 です?” chozen asks softly.

“yeah,” johnny just barely manages to whisper back, voice shaking. he’s half terrified it’ll crack, but daniel’s kissing him - soft and firm and full of gentle passion - before that can happen, doing that thing he does where he holds johnny’s waist and moves his thumb up and down, and it does what it always does, makes johnny feel safe and loved and held.

the collar has both of his lovers’ names on it - it’s a claim from both of them, a sign that they both own him, together - but johnny knows that it’s chozen’s gift, belied particularly by chozen alone presenting it to him.

the collar is chozen’s version of the thumb-waist thing. it’s chozen’s version of the house daniel bought and welcomed johnny into that they’re all standing in, chozen bridging the gap between all the years daniel knew johnny and knew chozen but chozen and johnny didn’t know each other.

it’s chozen solidifying to himself that johnny is here. that he is chozen’s too.

chozen’s arm loops around the other side of johnny’s waist again, the side not occupied by daniel’s hand, and chozen presses a kiss just above and then just beneath the collar on the back of johnny’s neck, and then finally a soft kiss to the collar itself. it sort of feels like he’s sealing it, which johnny quickly dismisses as a stupid thought, but when chozen’s arm tightens around him it’s with undeniably more tender vulnerability than chozen usually ever shows.

“i love you,” johnny tells him softly, because he really does and he doesn’t know what else to say in this moment, and he feels chozen’s forehead fall to rest against the top notch of his spine. he doesn’t say anything, but the collar around johnny’s neck says everything, and johnny can’t help but smile - stupidly - when chozen’s arm around him tightens once again into a hold and starts dragging him towards the bed.

daniel laughs at them, kindly picking up the empty box and moving it to the top of the dresser before they can crush it as they fall onto the sheets, chozen holding johnny firmly beneath him and seeking his lips out for a searing kiss before he begins his assault on johnny’s neck around the collar.

“i love you both,” daniel tells them, and johnny manages to choke out some approximation of “love you too” as chozen’s teeth sink into his collarbone. blindly, he reaches out across the bed in the vague direction of daniel, and daniel finds his hand to hold it as he settles to sit on the mattress. johnny tries to pull him closer, tries to drag him into involvement with the way chozen’s diving beneath johnny’s shirt, but daniel doesn’t move. he stays where he is, holding johnny’s hand and watching.

“i’ll have my turn,” he assures johnny, that warm smile on his face again, but when johnny gasps a sharp moan it turns steadily into something hotter and harder. “first. i think chozen should get to enjoy how perfect you look, in that beautiful collar he bought you.”

and chozen does.

—

translations

戸口長善 - toguchi chozen

大丈夫 です? - daijōbu desu? - informal/casual way of saying “is that okay?”/“are you okay?”

[eddiemunsonsimpp]

Can I request an Angst to happy ending Eddie Munson x Chrissy long oneshot where Chrissy and Eddie are dating and happy and Jason sabotages the relationship by writing a note saying awful things about Eddie and he shows it to Eddie and makes Eddie believe Chrissy wrote it. When Chrissy meets up with Eddie later, she tries to hug him and he pushes her away and she’s confused why he’s acting this way and she asks him what’s wrong and he starts yelling at her in anger and confronts her about the note and shows it to her and she starts sobbing and tries to convince him that she didn’t write it and she tells him she loves him for the first time and when he finally realizes Jason set him up, he apologizes to Chrissy and hugs her and kisses her and tells Chrissy how sorry he is while he keeps kissing her and tells her he loves her too and he ends up taking Chrissy back to his place and they show each other just how much they love each other by having their first time together?

I. FUCKING. LOVE. THIS. CONCEPT. SO MUCH 😭😭😭

so here u go bby I rlly hope I did this justice for u💝🖤🦋

im honestly not very happy w how I ended it, or the smut itself but it’s fine🥲

warnings - 18+! minors pls dni I will throw up, drug ment, ANGSTANGSTANGST!! angry eds 🥺, smut but like,,, fluffy smut💝 slight homophobia/bullying/Jason is literally the fucking worst 🥲 USE OF THE F SLUR!!!

tags - angst, fluff, SMUT :’) established hellcheer 💝,

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It was nearing the end of the school day, thankfully, Eddie thought as he slammed his locker shut. The end of classes meant he would soon be back in his element, comfortable, unbothered. Soon, he would be in the drama room, theatrically leading his group of friends to their imenent deaths - In D&D, of course. The heel of his shoe squeaked against the linoleum as he started towards his second to last class of the day, but not before…

“Hey! Hey, freak!” He stopped in his tracks, preparing himself for whatever sheer dumbassery he was about to endure from the mouth of none other than Jason Carver. He begrudgingly turned around to face the jock, who was holding a small, white piece of paper. “Thought you might want to see what your little girlfriend wrote about you. Mrs. Click caught her passing notes with Haley M.” He started with a mischievous smirk before thrusting the paper into Eddie’s hands. He glanced between Jason and the piece of paper. “She was caught passing notes… and somehow you wound up in possession of them?” Eddie replied flatly. Jason shrugged. “I grabbed it on my way out, you know Click isn’t particularly observant when everyone’s piling out the door.” He lied through his teeth before setting off with his gaggle of goons. Eddie sighed and folded the note gently and shoved it into his pocket to read once he got out of class.

The next hour passed slowly, Eddie drumming impatiently on his desk with his pencil, bouncing his leg up and down. All that was on his mind at this point was the folded piece of paper burning a hole in his jean pocket. What if Jason wasn’t bullshitting him? What if he was right, and Chrissy really did write about him? Surely, Chrissy wouldn’t. They had been dating for nearly 5 months at this point, and they’ve been amazing, not a single flaw from either party in sight. He was absolutely enamored with Chrissy, really. He had even started showing up to pep rallies and games, things he couldn’t possibly give less of a shit about, but, he knew it was important to her.

As soon as the bell rang, Eddie practically jumped out of his chair and went on his way, grabbing the note from his pocket and unfolding it. He just had to know. And, as his eyes scanned over the page, he wished he hadn’t. The handwriting was almost unmistakably Chrissy’s. Soft, pink letters flowed along the page in a beautifully neat pattern. His breath hitched in his throat and his heart dropped as he read the albeit short display of what could only be described as distaste. Disgust. Shaming his hobbies, likes, you name it, all in graphic detail and pretty pink ink. One line in particular towards the bottom stood out to him. It seemed like Jason was right, she was passing this with Haley M. In Algebra, and her reply made his stomach flip and blood run cold.

Definitely ew. Have you seen the way he acts around Harrington? It wouldn’t surprise me if he was a faggot.

He shakily shoved the note back into his pocket with a broken exhale from his nose and decided to leave it for now, he would deal with it later, when he could properly gather his thoughts. Though, unfortunately for Hellfire Club, the session was rushed, and almost sloppy. Everyone could tell clear as day something was bothering him very deeply, but they all knew to not push him. If he wanted to tell them, he would, and that clearly was not the case. Instead, the group of boys just shared uncomfortable glances as their DM tried to still make the session enjoyable for them, but, ultimately failed as it was clear he was itching for the clock to strike 7, an early call for a session, but not uncommon. Once the session was wrapped much to the boys dismay, Eddie quickly got to work cleaning everything back up and breaking down his setup. Gareth and Jeff lingered behind momentarily, debating whether or not to say anything to Eddie. They ultimately decided against it, and, settled on a pat on his shoulder and a knowing glance. “Call me if you need anything.” Gareth spoke seriously before finally catching up with the rest of the club.

As Eddie loaded everything into his van, he noticed the footsteps on the pavement behind him. “Eddie!” A sweet voice called behind him. He turned around and, for a second, nearly forgot about the note as Chrissy stood in front of him, her backpack clutched tightly in her arms and a bright, beaming smile took over her features. “Hey.” He replied weakly, giving her a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “So, I was thinking maybe we could go and grab dinner at Benny’s tonight? On me!” She offered brightly. “Oh, uh- well, I’m a little busy tonight, Chris.” Eddie started. “Oh! Okay, that’s fine!” Chrissy chirped. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” She smiled and leaned in to wrap her arms around him, only for him to pull away from her. Her eyebrows furrowed and her cheerful expression dropped. “Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow, Chrissy.” He replied flatly before rounding to his side of the van, barely even acknowledging the girl. It stung, sure, but, she decided to leave it. She knew he had a hard time at school, especially from her ex boyfriend. It was likely Jason was especially up to his antics that particular day, and maybe Eddie just needed some space. She shot him and affirming smile and cheerful wave as he peeled out of the parking lot.

The next day, however, didn’t go unnoticed. He spent the day damn near avoiding her like the plague. That was, until she followed him into the parking lot. “Hi, baby.” She greeted lovingly and once again, went to wrap her arms around him, only to have her wrist grabbed and gently moved away from him. Her expression dropped and she crossed her arms. “Eddie, what-what is up with you?” She huffed. Eddie wrung a dry laugh, more of a scoff. “What’s up with me? Really?” He towered her. “Yes! You’re being mean.” She spoke quieter now. “I’m being mean? Last I checked I wasn’t the one passing notes, shitting all over my boyfriend.” Confusion overpowered Chrissy’s face. “Passing no-what the hell are you talking about, Eddie?” He sighed deeply and reached into his backpack, retrieving the slip of paper and thrust it into her hands. She stared at the paper, confusion, anger and hurt filled her eyes. “I- Eddie, I didn’t-“ She scoffed. “I didn’t write this - why, would I write this?” She stared up at him. “Don’t play fucking dumb with me.” He spat. He pressed the back of his head against the van, screwing his eyes shut. “I should’ve fuckin’ known, I mean-“ He let out a dry chuckle. “Why would the Queen of Hawkins High actually want to be with me, the Freak.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Eds, I didn’t fucking write this!” Chrissy defended, her shoulders slumping. “Who gave you this, anyway?” She crumpled the paper, tossing it to the side. “Does it even matter? Clearly, I’ve just been a fucking idiot for the past 5 months.” He huffed. “Eddie, I’m telling you, I didn’t write that. None of that’s true. You know I love how passionate you are about your music, I come to your shows every Tuesday! I listen to that Black Sabbath tape you gave me, all the time!” She pleaded. “Well, consider your Tuesday nights free.” He spoke softer now, almost as if he accepted his defeat. “Eddie, please - this wasn’t me!” Her voice wavered as tears pricked her eyes. A dry, shaky laugh escaped his throat and he sniffled, wiping his sleeve over his nose. “No, Chris, I can’t-“ He pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, willing them to dry. He pushed himself off of the side of the van and started off to finally leave. “I love you.” Chrissy spoke suddenly, but softly. She had picked back up the note and had analyzed over the lettering. “Please don’t go. I know who fucking did this.” Her hands shook as she held the paper. Eddie exhaled a shaken breath and turned back around to face her, his expression had softened, tears freely fell down his cheeks now. “You love me?” He asked unevenly. She swallowed thickly and looked back up at him. “This-… Did Jason give you this?” Realization quickly washed over Eddie, only to be chased with incredible guilt. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck-“ Eddie cursed harshly under his breath as he leaned his head back, screwing his eyes shut. He brought a shaky hand over his face. Chrissy slowly stepped towards him until she laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. He dropped his hands around her waist and hugged her tight against him. “I really am a fucking idiot, huh?” He chuckled a little. “I’m so sorry, Chris. I’m- I’m so fucking sorry.” He nearly sobbed out, burying his face in her hair. “I love you.” She murmured, barely above a whisper. “You mean that?” His voice had softened to a near whisper, matching hers. She nodded fervently against his chest. She pulled away from him just enough to look at him. Her once pouty, wobbling lip quirked a small smile, “I love you, and, as much as it upsets my parents, I really do love that Black Sabbath tape you gave me.” She giggled brightly, quickly returning to her usual, smiley self. Eddie returned the toothy grin and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. “I love you.” He spoke lowly. Chrissy beamed up at him and he planted a small kiss on her forehead. “Let me make it up to you, hm?” He held her flush against his chest. She nodded, embracing his touch. “Yeah?” He murmured, rubbing comforting strokes up and down her back. “We can go get Benny’s - on me.”

As the two sat in the run down diner, everything felt fine once again. They had nearly forgotten about the incident as a whole as Chrissy giggled brightly around the straw of her milkshake, watching Eddie try to catch a fry in his mouth, and, failing a few dozen times. Eventually, he theatrically braced himself. “This is gonna be the one, okay? I know it.” He suggests to her with a goofy grin. She nodded and watched, feigning a serious expression. He took a dramatic exhale and held a fry in one of his palms, bringing his other down onto his wrist to launch the fry, almost comically high, and successfully landed in his mouth. Chrissy gasped and fell into a fit of giggles as Eddie pumped his fist in the air in sweet victory. As the theatrics and giggles died down they sat in comfortable silence as they enjoyed their food. Eddie was the one to break the silence, clapping his hands together and pointing at her with his index.

“After this we could go back to mine and watch a movie? Maybe smoke a little, if you’re up for it?” He shot her a lopsided smile. “Okay! What movie did you have in mind?” She chirped. Eddie pondered for a moment, drumming his fingers on the table. “Uh - Well, I’ve got a few I haven’t returned yet,” He started, “But they’re all horror.” He smiled sheepishly, knowing Chrissy wasn’t the biggest on horror. She shrugged, “We can watch a horror movie, I don’t mind - I know you like them a lot.” She smiled at him. “You sure?” Concern washed over his face. “I can always go by Family Video, get Harrington to sneak me something good for ya.” She giggled in response and shook her head. “No, really, it’s okay!” He smiled and popped another fry into his mouth. “Alright, well, you can pick which one we watch then.” She grinned. “Okay.”

Eddie rifled through the small pile of tapes, laying them out on the coffee table. He briefly summarized each movie to Chrissy while he busied his hands rolling a joint. She sat with her knees to her chest, pondering her decision for a moment before landing on Trick or Treat. The pair cuddled up on the couch with a few snacks, haphazardly passing the now lit joint back and forth. Eddie occasionally pressed small kisses to her forehead and she nuzzled her head into his chest, eventually ending up sat in his lap while he drew lazy circles over her thigh. Before they knew it, the end credits were rolling. Chrissy stretched with a yawn before folding her hands over her stomach, gazing up at Eddie lovingly. He returned the sweet gaze and leaned down, situating himself comfortably overtop of her and placing small kisses all over her face, drawing out giggles from her. She tangled her hands in his curls as his lips finally landed on hers. His hands dropped to her waist, setting loving squeezes as she wrapped her arms around his neck as the soft kiss evolved into passionate, calculated kisses. Eddie gently took her bottom lip between his teeth, causing her to arch into his touch. He gripped her thigh, his rings biting into her soft skin. She tugged lightly at his hair, drawing a small moan out of his throat. She grinned against his lips and allowed her hands to travel, playing with the hem of his shirt until he pulled back to shrug it off. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip and she shivered, arching her back until their chests pressed together, their hands wandered all over each other as Eddie slowly trailed his lips over her jaw and down her neck, leaving small bites and marks in his wake. She hummed contently and intertwined her fingers in his hair. He slid his hands over the small space of exposed skin on her waist and trailed his hands up, continuing to pull up her shirt, his cold rings sending goosebumps over her body.

He pulled her legs around his waist and wrapped his arms around her back, quickly carrying her to the bedroom, rarely breaking the kiss as he set her gently down on the bed, towering over her. He pulled away just enough to press their foreheads together, the room being filled with only the sounds of their bated breaths. “Please, let me apologize. Show you how sorry I am.” He begged in a whisper, trailing his hands down to pull off her shirt. He gently traced the fabric of her bra, running his calloused fingers over her pebbled nipples through the lacy fabric. His eyes met hers, pupils blown wide in a puppy dog stare that had her heart doing flips in her chest.

“Please?” He whispered as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her skirt, never breaking eye contact. She swallowed thickly and nodded fervently. “Please, Eddie…” She begged lowly. He tugged her skirt down along with her panties, kneeling down at the end of the bed and gently pulling her thighs spread. He stared up at her in awe. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He breathed as he trailed his fingers lightly over her thighs. Chrissy propped herself up on her elbows, cheeks flushed and staring at him in expectancy and adoration. Eddie slowly trailed soft kisses up her thighs, occasionally dragging his teeth gently over her skin, causing a shaky sigh to fall from her lips. He began planting slow, whisper light kisses onto her heat before dragging his tongue over her slit, causing her to gasp. He soon wrapped his lips around her clit, suckling gently. He rubbed circles into her thighs with his thumbs as he held her legs over his shoulders. She shivered and tilted her head back against the bed, her eyelids fluttering closed. His tongue wrapped tight circles around her clit, a small moan escaping her throat as he slowly built his intensity, focusing more and more on her clit. He teased his middle finger at her entrance, gathering her slick on the calloused pad before slowly pressing into her, curling up against the spot that had her back arching, small moans and mewls freely played off her tongue. He replaced his tongue with his free hand, circling her clit at a quick pace as she grinded down to meet his hand with each small thrust and curl of his fingers. He hummed lightly and bit his lip as he felt her clench around him and her body fell slack against the bed. He rose to eye level with her again, pressing his lips passionately against hers, slipping his tongue past her lips. He trailed his fingers up her arms before letting his hands rest on the sides of her face. She purred against his touch and let her fingers trail down to fumble with his belt. He quickly took over, unbuckling his belt and tossing it to the side as he pulled his jeans down, leaving him in just his boxers.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him flush against her and their kisses became a passionate mess of lips and tongues, both panting and letting soft moans flow into the air. He gripped at her hips and her chest. Eddie quickly tugged his boxers down, resulting in his cock springing forward, resting on his belly. She slowly wrapped a hand around it, guiding him to line up with her heat. He pulled back, breaking the kiss as he slowly pushed into her with a shared gasp before stilling, allowing her to adjust. Once she relaxed around him she nodded, to which he slowly bottomed out, shared ragged breaths fell from the pair. “So perfect.” He purred, intertwining their fingers as he set pace. He went slow, but deepened his thrusts, drawing out more moans and whimpers from both of them. He left a trail of wet kisses over her neck, hot breath fanning over her skin. Eddie lifted her legs up and around his waist, picking up his pace as he chased both of their highs. Chrissy bit her lip and let out a shaky moan, feeling the coil in her belly tighten. Their lips reconnected again, only to be broken. Sweaty foreheads pressed together as they both panted. She felt the coil finally snap as she came undone, broken moans and whimpers fell rampant from her mouth, her eyes screwed shut and her back arched as he continued to thrust through her orgasm, quickly reaching his own. He laid overtop of her and peppered kisses over her face, brushing her now wild hair out of her face. He held her tightly in his arms.

“I love you, sweet girl.” He whispered.

“I love you, Eds.” She pressed a small kiss to his cheek.

[andersam5]

hey just wanted to say i love ur possession route comics =D i barely know the plot of deltarune but i think its vry neat regardless <3

Thank you!! I'm glad it's so accessable to people who haven't formally played deltarune can follow it!!

[mego42]

Shamelessly stealing @foxmagpie​’s monthly rec thing without the ability to get my life together to do these on a monthly basis so, seasonal recs! So excited to see if I manage to do this again with anything remotely resembling consistency but i’ve been keeping the notes for approximately 43 years (or since ~september, whatever that means) so by god i’m gonna use them. 

found my thrill - s_t_c_s / @sothischickshe​

Turner POV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

guys turner is SO OBSESSED with Beth and Rio

both canonically and in this fic

it’s gr9

also features a weirdly soothing and relatable cord untangling moment as a metaphor

truly disturbingly relatable turner pov tbh

relentless boomer disdain, always a plus

led to the creation of this monstrosity, not sure what kind of a monster would do that

War In My Mind - mintletters16

Backread!!!!

post-213, gorgeous character study 

guaranteed to make you feEl stUfF

I really love the like, cyclical, fractured pattern of Beth’s internal monologue, it gives the whole thing a really affecting at times dreamy, at times haunted vibe

the end twist is *chef’s kiss*

mourning bells - Ejunkiet / @ejunkiet​

Backread!!!!

Later s2 era, Rio’s at a funeral, gets drunk and calls Beth

V short, kind of…..mmm, not sweet, but almost? Idk

It’s got a wistful sort of almost/i can be quiet with you vibe that i go extremely bonkers for

delinquents - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie​

Lol are any of you actually not reading this yet?

g o d ch 8 where do i start

First off how ABSOLUTELY VERY DARE for the tragic angst that is delinquents!beth boland. This poor baby, this precious bean. MUST PROTEC

SHE’S TRYING HER BEST AND I LOVE HER

zero percent deserves dean’s clammy hands, no i have not forgotten, tattooed on my brain, will never forgive

I also love love love love LOVE the ruby/stan subplot happening

(and ruby’s mom!!!!!) (seriously though you write the best moms)

oh god and baby beth starting to have confusing feelings about rio?????? *chef’s kiss*

p sure i was just like, straight screaming the entire end of the chapter

the dugout is like, pure serotonin

I can’t even talk about the closet

tHe teNsiOn

thank you i will take eleventy billion

don't give it a hand, offer it a soul - medievalraven / @medievalraven

am a desperate heaux for any fic that features rio and mick friendship

you are all incredibly shocked i know

still would not be mad if this swerved into rio x mick fake dating but beth x rio is cool too i guess

Speaking of things i am a desperate heaux for: DIANE!!!!!!!!

and DATING ANNIE???????????? Blessed

honestly this fic is worth it purely for the assertion that mick watches queer eye

Why don't we go to Venus? - watermelonriddles / @bensonstablers​

another grief study! 

apparently i was working through some stuff in september, idk, that was like 4 years ago

considering it’s the premise of the fic, i don’t think it’s a spoiler to say this fic is canon divergent and working with the premise that rio killed beth in 302

he is uh, not coping well

extremely haunted you might say

lots of marcus and rhea which is a delight!

rhea is to good for him tbh

i said what i said

truly top notch dream (nightmare?) sequences

the conversation at the end is extremely uncalled for

drop the game - Ejunkiet / @ejunkiet​

Backread!!!!

Am going to die mad Beth and Rio didn’t hook up in 211 but luckily this fic scratched the itch 

(temporarily, it’s a fairly permanent itch)

Bonus rec: missing scene series i wanna do bad things to you featuring 2x02 and 2x04

Viva Voce - zetuslapetus / @querenaxx​

Whoops we woke up married Vegas shenanigans!! 

So cute!!!!! So sexy!!!!! 

What more do you want?

am desperately obsessed with how beth can’t help stalking rio

feels right, feels organic

this makes me feel a lot of stuff about how they could be without their canon garbage between them

🎶 we could’ve had it aaaaaaaaaaall 🎶

you showed me colors (i can't see them with anyone else) - gild_fire / @gild-and-fire​

really into the use of color to illustrate beth’s emotional state, i feel like there’s a word for that but idk what it is

UNIMPORTANT

really nice job capturing beth’s inner vulnerability balanced by her outer stubbornness

am DESPERATELY into Mick playing matchmaker

more please???????

Both Sides of the Law - JoeyLee / @joeyjoeylee​

LAW SCHOOL AU! I suuuuuuper love Beth and Rio here (alt pov!! a gift!!!!) I love how initially prickly they are, I love how it’s evolving into a grudging respect, I love how INCREDIBLY AND HILARIOUSLY OBSESSED WITH EACH OTHER THEY ARE and neither one of them seems to see it

listen I know we’re all already foaming at the mouth over this one but as it’s gonna go down as one of my all time favorites it bears repeating/rereccing

cannot stress enough how masterful the use of POV is here, both voices feel completely true and distinct and I love how the alternating chapters revisit, reveal and emphasize pieces of each other

i can’t talk about this fic without hyperventilating

I LOVE IT SO MUCH YOU GUYS

the slow burn is going to ACTUALLY KILL ME

rip, no regrats

Earned It - wakeupflawless / @wakeupflawless​

spanking

that’s it that’s the pitch

H O T

living for beth’s exit in the first chapter, rio and i are both incredibly into it

second chapter also features violently possessive Rio who cannot deal with anyone messing with his girl so if that’s your thing boy howdy get on it

shake, baby, shake - openhearts

backread!!!!!

according to my bookmarks this was a reread but ???????

must’ve read it in the fugue state that followed reading for a moment we were strangers which is gr9 and I believe I have recced it before. If not, horrible oversight, reccing it now

beth and Rio POV lead up to the bathroom break, beautifully done, low-key feel bad reccing it bc the end point of both chapters makes me want to throw things but it’s super worth it for the tEnsiOn. ENJOY

What the Sea Wants, the Sea Will Have - flashindie / @pynkhues​

I’m assuming all of y’all are already reading this

If not OH MY GOD FIX YOUR LIVES

P I R A T E  A U

I’m sorry maybe you didn’t hear me piRaTE aU

meticulously researched, brain-meltingly vibrant, already painfully sexy slow-burning PIRATE AU

god where to start okay so first off, the world-building here straight up breaks my brain, sophie’s put in the work and it SHOWS

second, the atmosphere. i’m generally a pretty like, vague mental picture sort of reader but the sensory detail here grabs you by the throat and like, forcibly hauls you in whether your brain’s wired that way or no

and hey speaking of throats if you, like me, go a little funny about the knees at the idea of beth holding a knife to rio’s throat (he’s fine, calm down), there’s a v excellent beth-in-a-barrel moment for you

oh christ and the sexy tension

it’s gonna be a race to see which slow burn takes me out first, this or law school

Stunner - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie​

Another high school AU, this time with baby Rio absolutely head over heels for his older sister’s bff

stunner!Rio has an emotional earnestness about him that I feel like delinquents!Rio has already outgrown and it’s so SWEET I can’t get enough

Desperately cute!!!!!!

alL he waNts iS foR beTh tO bE hiS girL

also unreasonably angsty???????

ANN ARBOR IS NOT THAT FAR MEGAN

A Heart's A Heavy Burden - tooshyforthis / @bathroombreaks​

Howl’s Moving Castle AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love Howl’s!!!!!!!!!!!

perfect opp to roast Rio for being a Dramatique Heaux 

and it’s gonna be 9 chapters?????? H Y P E

author’s note boldly presumes I did not know I needed this AU when the reality is I did in fact know I needed this AU, I just wasn’t expecting anyone to deliver

so blessed

author also claims to not be team nose stud and yet it features prominently in all its magnificent glory

what is the truth dot gif

A Bit of a Stretch - septiembre / @septiembur​

SO????? CUTE?????????

would be on this list for Rio calling Beth E alone tbh

really really really really really love this Rio POV of being settled into a relationship with Beth

It manages to be sweetly domestic af while still holding the edge that makes brio brio which is a neat trick

@septiembur may be a witch

beth’s approach to getting rio to do yoga with her is hilarious and exactly right, canon-typical amounts of subtlety 

1000000/10

Post Break-Up Sex - femalegothic / @bethsuglywigs​

stg this was called Hit Shuffle

no matter

h O T

with a side of damn i’ve made some questionable choices in my life haven’t i introspection

(no regrats tho)

(esp not with this fic)

not the point of the fic by a long shot but i’m also extremely obsessed with Weed Eddie, so real

She drains my soul... she drains it not - niham87 / @niham87​

ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH THIS CONCEPT

am a complete sucker for paranormal world building that satirizes bureaucracy 

Is that a trope? If so that’s my favorite

I did it. I’m picking a single favorite. You know what that is growth dot gif

ANYWAY i love the concept, i love the humor, i love beth instantly clicking with annie

I love her and mick’s sort of grudging professional courtesy

Love beth as a champion of environmental responsibility and all of the underworld being like …...okay??

cannot wait to see where this goes

Nine-Tenths - riosnecktattoo / @riosnecktattoo​

*INCOHERENT PTERODACTYL SCREECHING*

sometimes i think about rio putting beth’s hair in a ponytail and have to go lie down

science please explain why this rUinS mE

wait hold on i skipped ahead

HEY KIDS DO YOU LIKE UNBEARABLY CUTE DOMESTIC TENDERNESS

opens with rio sleepily holding beth’s hand to his heart so that’s the kind of thing you’ll be dealing with

uGH theY’RE sO CUTe

idk why precisely but rio adding hair ties to his bracelet collection is my undoing every time

Missed Call - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie​

Rio doesn’t come home from a job when he’s supposed to. Beth (and I!!!!!!!) slowly loses her mind

Truly a masterpiece of rising tension

Will literally never forgive her for calling this light angst

I was SO STRESSED OUT

The first person to point out there was an author’s note at the beginning I obvs didn’t read is getting blocked

crush - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie​

Listen even though this is centered around two OCs, they are OCs FROM a (n iconic) brio fic AND Beth, Ruby and Rio all make cameos (I mean, Rio’s pretty present since he lives in Mar’s mind rent free bc they are THE SWEETEST MOST ADORABLE BEST OF FRIENDS so idk if i’d call it a cameo but whatever)

and even if it didn’t feature any official GG characters I’d still rec is bc that’s mY SON AND this fic is TOO CUTE

I have so many feelings over mar and rio growing up and not knowing how to cope with girls becoming a Thing in their life and how it affects their friendship and mar feeling left behind but (SPOILERS) at the end of the story rio starts feeling that too and it’s so poignant knowing how that’s going to continue in delinquents

while mar may be my son, i also claim elena’s #1 stan status

before you’re like meg you’re only reccing it bc it’s a bday present ask yourselves do i really strike you as the kind of person that wouldn’t be equally obnoxious about this either way?

truly cannot fathom how hard i have fallen for these OCs i don’t normally do that

@foxmagpie is definitely a witch

The Ottoman - Niham87 / @niham87​

look i will be the first to admit that i don’t go near as bonkers over the ottoman line in 308 as y’all do

(don’t get me wrong, i love it!!! I love that he laughs and i love that she’s pleased it just doesn’t hit my lose my whole mind button like idk, the dubby or the 306 convo, idk why)

BUT i v v v much love the context this delightful Rio POV pwp gives it

am also absolutely feral for 209 missing scene fic

and anything that captures the complexity of Rio’s s3 feelings for Beth and how twisted they’ve become

so this scratches a bunch of itches, is what i’m trying to say

Bet On It - zetuslapetus / @querenaxx​

*INCOHERENT PTERODACTYL SCREECHING*

That’s what my brain does when I think about Beth and Rio meeting in ch 1

am DESPERATELY OBSESSED WITH the tension between the two of them in this fic

I love how it plays with the ways they have to rely on but don’t trust each other

plus FAKE DATING and BED SHARING (fair warning hasn’t happened yet but the set up is there)

originally supposed to be 2 chapters, already up to 4, prayer circle it goes on forever

do you like drugs (tonight) - s_t_c_s / @sothischickshe​

v important focus on hydration, other fic should take note

extremely about the use of cut to and then flashback to enhance the ‘we were on drugs’ vibe

speaking of, beth and rio absolutely would take ecstasy to prove they are fun bc they are the exact kind of idiots that would peer pressure themselves

so glad beth kept her purse, got a bit stressed there for a second, clutches in that kind of circumstance are A Risk

not that i would know

FLAWLESS USE OF VOICEMAIL TBH

really love the ongoing denial that they are remotely into each other while proceeding to demonstrate how they are in fact, extremely into each other, great vibe

rio dances

I know my brain broke too

mmmm bacon

Navigate A Broken Path - flashindie / @pynkhues​

*INCOHERENT PTERODACTYL SCREECHING*

I have a long standing tradition of getting unreasonably obsessed with side characters so i’m not like, entirely surprised by how obsessed i am with both Mick and Mary Pat but i never in a million years considered them as a ship

AND Y E T

they fit????? so perfectly?????? It’s amazing how she developes them individually enough that i look at them together and think ah yes this makes perfect sense for both characters

and they’re such an amazing foil to Beth and Rio? 

can ships have foils? do i know what a foil is? 

unimportant

GUYS you dON’T uNDERStAN d 

hell i don’t understand

how absolutely very dare you make me care about YET ANOTHER set of gg ‘verse children

do not read this fic if you have no interest in feelings you zero percent asked for

wHA t hAPPeNED iN aLASkA?????????

A Moment’s Silence - femalegothic / @bethsuglywigs​

*makes sign of the cross*

y’all are gonna make me rediscover religion

extremely appreciate the author’s note approach to backstory top notch prioritization

listen it’s basically 3k of beth deep throating rio idk what more you need me to say about it

it is…..good stuff

bless the kinkmeme or fest whatever we’re calling it

praise - civillove / @blainesebastian​

I mean you had me at “three times rio calls beth a good girl and one time he really means it”

ephemeral rio

I left that note for myself in here in the middle of the night and haven’t the foggiest what i was thinking but i stand by it none the less

okay okay i think i know what i meant, this fic (as do all of my fav civillove brio fics) has this sort of like, liminal, in the quiet moments feel to them that makes the moments and feelings somehow feel like i’m catching a glimpse of something secret and precious???

idk i just really like it okay

Heart and Soul - riosnecktattoo / @riosnecktattoo​

oh look more unbearably sweet domestic tenderness, this time to music

thank you ma’am for my life

rio remembers beth used to play piano and gets her one and revoltingly cute shenanigans result

also hilarity

and sexiness

this fic has it all, truly

shout out to mick who sees no reason to keep rio’s feelings to himself

good girls tumblr fic - prettylittlementirosa / @hypermania​​

cheating and reccing a whole series

It’s my list and i can do what i wanna

stop crying about it, it’s four fics and they’re all AMAZING absolutely impossible to pick a fav

truly flawless characterization, next level ability to capture evocative mood, cannot get enough

three’s a crowd: who knew ballroom dancing while dean watches and grinds his teeth could be so sexy 

(trick question everything about that premise sounds A++++ and boy howdy does it live up)

feel it on the way home: rio tries to break up with beth, it goes about as well as you’d expect

(thE angSty tenSioN)

i want to play the game: [from the floor] i’m still not ready to talk about it

(rio/turner, missing scene, 10000000% a taste of what went down in that hotel room)

june after dark: pitch perfect annie pov, really really love the take that Annie is the baby whisperer, can’t fully explain why but it feels incredibly right

(ANNIE X NANCY COULD WORK SO WELL YOU GUYS)

[annaofthenorthernlights]

It´s your life

Chapter 7 (last one)

our life...

Word counting: 2861

Previous chapters (AO3)

Summary: Anna had just handed in her change of address at the college´s administration office and was now heading towards home. Nervousness started to stir within her, when she was overthinking the Professor´s introduction about examination starting within a few weeks.

Note: I´m not acquainted with studying law. Therefore, I took some information from the internet about preparing yourself for the law-finals (https://www.barbri.com/law-school-final-exams-tips/#expect). It surely is not very profound, but then the study topic is not meant to be plot centred. Still it is a part of Anna´s path at the moment.

Anna had just handed in her change of address at the college´s administration office and was now heading towards home. Nervousness started to stir within her, when she was overthinking the Professor´s instruction about examination starting within four weeks.

Professor Olsen had been clear. They would have to get their thoughts straight at his question (the case issue). Organization is critical to writing a strong essay answer. After all, if he couldn´t follow their analysis, how could he grade it fairly and appropriately?

All in all, Anna knew she was basically well prepared. Kristoff had made sure that she would not brood over finding a job at this time of semester but focus on her books. She would get all the time she needed after writing her essays and then finally receiving her certificate. He had encouraged her not to worry, because he was convinced, she would find some nice occupation in no-time. So, the race towards the end of this semester made her realise of how far she had already come. At the same time, it was a start into a new world, she had yet to discover. And she would. Anna couldn´t wait to launch in.

Anna smiled to herself. After these few days in her new home, she had felt more at ease and comforted than ever before in her life. She still wondered secretly about that little purple box. But then, Anna was super proud not having peeped in yet…

She had just turned into the road that led to the carpentry when her mobile rang. It was Susan, Sven´s sister.

“Hey Susan! What´s up?”

“Hi Anna! Say, are you still looking for a job?”

“Well, yes. Why, would you ask?”

“You know the elementary school where I´m teaching?” Susan exclaimed all excited. “Well, guess what?!”

“What is it?” Anna got curious and listened eagerly.

“Our principal´s secretary has just announced today that she´ll be leaving us by the end of the month. Now, Mr. Oaken is at the end of his nerves already because he´s terrified not having anyone at his side by the time Lucy, the secretary, will be gone. When I got notified about the disaster, I told him to relax! Becaaause, I have THE woman at hand!”

Anna had come to a halt by now and blinked a few times. Had she heard correctly? Susan was suggesting her to take over a complete school´s administration office?

“Susan, that´s so kind of you. But are you sure? I mean, I have never….”

“Oh, come on, Anna, you must be kidding. Hey sweety, you are about to become a certified lawyer. Correspondence of all sorts with parents and community plus supervising some kids will be no deal to you. Besides, a secretary with knowledge of legal business is just the icing on the cake of it all. Why don´t you come over tomorrow afternoon and have a look. You will like Mr. Oaken and he is eager to meet you!”

******

“Living Rock” was an elementary school, situated at the other side of town. Kids of all sorts and various families attended the neat little place.

Anna´s visit had been a pleasant occasion, with a great deal of questions about her hobbies and personal interests. According to Mr. Oaken it was important to get to know someone on his or her personal interests, because that´s what this person would be about. Mr. Oaken had been a sight to himself. Anna had been fascinated first sight about the giant and broad fellow with his Nordic cardigan (albeit the already warm weather) and bunch of curly red hair.

He had been kind and Lucy was showing her around and explaining this and that about her duties. All in all, it sounded like Anna could handle. Susan had showed up and winked mischievously, welcoming her already to the team of “Living Rock”.

So, when Anna left the schoolyard, she carried the signed contract copy within her handbag, starting at the beginning of next month. That would be two days after her exams. Mr. Oaken had not cared if she would be possessing a passed certificate or not. He intended to listen to his intuition and that signed him very well to engage the vivid and genuine redhaired girl.

She couldn´t wait to tell Kristoff. He had been so encouraging the day before. He had been certain that she would know “within her” if this employment would be right for her. If only she would not rush into it because she felt like having to. No, she had not. Anna was sure, she could do a good job there. For one, the job description was various and contained not only paperwork, but personal contact to parents and kids in the first place. That´s what she was intrigued about. Then, her studies would indeed be of help when it came to handle complaints or even accusations.

So, when Anna practically stormed the workshop´s office, Kristoff grinned at her, already knowing. Susan had messaged Sven, and he had told his friend of course. Anna was disappointed and felt like the surprise being spoiled. But then, Kristoff had got up from his chair and taken her into his arms, telling her how proud he was of her and that they should celebrate this good news.

It was just another sweet moment where Anna felt confirmed in her new life and that made her sinking into those strong arms just a little bit more….

*****

The day of Anna´s exams came rapidly by now. Kristoff drove her to the campus, promising to wait outside in the late afternoon. It made her smile, knowing that the reason for her new chosen life was him and only him alone. Anna leaned in and pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, murmuring a genuine “thank you”, just to leave the car without thinking to much about what was to come.

She surveyed and analysed the given case and started her essay with the best plan she could make up in the given time. She got asked to set a defending plan for the accused, just as well as for the accuser. And then, according to the law, how would she describe the judge responding to the presented plaidoyers?

Luckily, she could go on with the spoken exam in the same afternoon, not needing to come in on another day. Professor Olsen had always been a patient but clear teacher. He disliked talking around the bush, so Anna headed into her spoken plaidoyers for both sides the moment he had asked her for it. She didn´t have much time, so she had to summon up best she could, despite having so much on her mind that seemed important to add. But a plaidoyer was meant to be cut short to the minimum facts and pleading for reason.

“Well, Miss Rendelle,” Prof. Olsen began, after she was done, “I will not keep in mind of which family you come from. This is my professional opinion about your performed debate. Surely you like people, one can tell. You´re passionate about your clients getting treated the best way possible. That´s a positive source, that unfortunately can get you into trouble. In our profession, you better leave your heart enclosed beyond the cases and keep a neutral line towards your client, no matter if accused or accuser.”

Anna tried to blink her tears away. Hadn´t she assumed it already? She must have screwed it all up… “Thank you, Professor Olsen. Yes, I do like people. And I think that´s why I can´t do this. You see, because I like people, I´d rather work at the school´s administration and then encourage parents and teachers to raise the kids to the most positive of life, so they would never get into the situation where they need a lawyer.” She pressed her hot tears away, overwhelmed by her exhaustion and only tired of this dreadful moment. “If you could please tell me if I have clearly failed, so that I can leave now and head back into my real life again?!” She wiped her tears away, smiling faintly at the older opposite.

Professor Olsen weighed her words and understood. “Whatever you will be up to, Miss Rendelle, I truly wish you all the best and a good lot of success. According to your spoken exam, I expect your written essay to turn out just as fine. So, for now, I hope you can live with a B-?”

As soon as Anna entered the parking area, she´d spot the beloved Pickup and Kristoff leaning against it. She made her way over and when he sighted her coming, he went to meet her on the way. Anna had told herself to control her emotions, but upon coming closer the dam would break and tears started to spill. Kristoff halted for a moment, scared of what might had happened. But Anna just launched forward and practically flew at him, clinging to his waist and burrying her face into his chest.

They stood a while and Kristoff would not say anything but hold her tight and caressing her back with one hand. After a felt eternity Anna would relax and breath evenly and loosen her grip, looking up to her boyfriend with a faint smile. She had made it and should be fine. That was all that mattered for now.

And on their drive home, she would tell Kristoff about the case and her attempt to do her best. She would tell him about her answer to the Professor and that she couldn´t wait to get to her new job which beheld a sensible purpose.

Kristoff had listened to her for a while and could not help but pull over at some point to park the car. He turned in his seat to pay all his attention to her retelling of the day. His breast swelled with pride of what his sweetheart had achieved in those hours. He would tell her, but first, she had to let it all out!

“I´m so happy this is over for now and to face the path I´ve chosen. Do you think that´s all unrealistic or will I make it?”

Kristoff smiled and reached to cup her cheek with his hand and lean closer to her. “Anna, I´m so proud of you and I know you´ll be great. I´ve told you before and I believe in you! Go ahead and do what you think is right. And in case, it turns out not to be, you´ll figure it out. And if you let me be part of it, it will make me even happier!”

Anna gasped and put her hand over his and pressing a kiss to his palm. “Yes, of course!”

*****

Anna felt light-hearted and checked in the mirror a last time. Her sunflower summer dress looked pretty and flowy and her hair fell nicely around her shoulders. She grabbed her pumps and headed to the living room, answering her ringing mobile.

“Hey Anna! Congrats, well done!” Elsa called to give her sister credit to her achievement.

“Hi Elsa!” Anna chirped, fully in good mood. “Congrats on what?”

“Your passed spoken exam today, silly!”

Now, Anna was bewildered for a moment, but it dawned on her, that the Professor must have called at Rendelle Estate soon after her spoken test. “Thanks, Elsa. I´m glad it´s over. I think I did okay. Though, surely not with merit. Surpriiiise!”

“Come on, Anna!” Elsa sounded disappointed, but still encouraging in her way. “I´m proud of you. I know it was a hard time for you. So, enjoy the results and I hope you get a nice treat for all the effort?”

“Well yes, thank you. Kristoff is about to take me out for dinner. So, we´re practically off… Hey Elsa, please greet Grandpa for me, will you?”

“Yes, I will. He´s proud you did it, you know? And Anna, don´t forget, you can always come back, remember?”

“Yes, Elsa, I know that. But you know the conditions, and that won´t work. So… please take care and we´ll meet soon, yes? Because you don´t have to worry about any acusations. I got a job and can provide for myself. But I´d love to see you sometimes!”

“Yes, Anna. We´ll do that. Off you go now and enjoy your evening! Greetings to Kristoff.”

Anna laid her mobile on the desk and sat down on the chair to put on her shoes, all in thought. She hadn´t talked to her sister in a long time and was glad that she could now face Elsa without needing to rely on her help or advice. She was heading on her own life. It felt strange, but a good strange.

Kristoff was still occupied in the bathroom and Anna´s eyes stared at the drawer. She would need only a second… But she shouldn´t… And when Anna pulled at the handle her eyes widened for a second with a slight shock that sent a bolt into her chest.

The little box was gone…

*****

Anna felt guilty first when Kristoff had appeared ready to go. But then, she scolded herself for being nosy and decided to enjoy the following treat.

They had eaten at their favourite Italian restaurant and enjoyed the familiar atmosphere. Nothing fancy, but cosy and friendly. It was such a welcoming change, to chat about this and that, without the deadline pressure lurking over her. Anna felt the urge to thank Kristoff just one more time for his support and love. She would not know how to have succeeded otherwise. He had faintly shaken his head and confirmed that had been nothing. Of course, he was so considerate and respectful, had always been.

So, they raised their glass of red wine to lavish in each other’s friendship!

Before sunset, they had driven up the hills and parked the Pickup overlooking the valley. Kristoff heaved Anna on the loading area (which he had cleaned and washed thoroughly during the afternoon). He remained standing and Anna was wondering why he would not join to be sitting next to her. He still held her hands, looked like he was thinking about something. He took a deep breath, just to tell her to hang on a second. Then, he disappeared around the car to the front, opening and closing the glove box and came back to her.

With one hand he took hers while the other was behind his back. For some reason, Anna got all nervous and within her abdomen it felt like a swarm of bees swirling around. She tried hard not to bubble some unintelligible nonsense and sat all still, waiting.

Kristoff cleared his throat and took another deep breath, all the while rubbing his thumb along her fingers.

“Anna, there is something I wanted to ask you already such a long time ago. But then, it never felt right for some reason. There was so much for you to decide, and I was so proud how you took your steps towards your freedom. I didn´t want to interfere with your newfound life. But now… I hope you understand… I have this for you…”

He then showed what he got for her… a little purple gift box!

There it was – he hadn´t forgotten – he had waited for the right moment!Anna was overwhelmed and gasped excitedly. She took the little box (finally) in her hands and, with a reassuring glance to Kristoff, she opened it carefully. There was a cute golden ring with a tiny orange stone on top, surrounded by little leaves, looking like an autumn star. Now, all got kind of blurred, and Anna had to concentrate on the words that came dreamingly to her hears, from somewhere far…

“Anna. You´re the most wonderful person I have known all my life. I love you from the bottom of my heart. All I can think of is to be with you for the rest of my life, if you want that, too. Anna, will you marry me?”

By now, she had to blink away the mingling tears, and she would not know what there was to say, so all Anna could do was to exclaim a loud “Yes!” and throw herself into Kristoff´s arms! They would cling to each other and laugh and cry all at the same time. And when he lowered her down, they kissed and embraced this intimate moment.

And when they sat on the loading area again, and Anna would admire this wonderful jewellery on her finger, all seemed so peaceful and like time had come to a short halt – just for them – just for this special moment.

“You remember how you urged me to think of my life as my own, on our way to Disneyland?” Anna mused.

“Yes, of course. And it still is.” Kristoff confirmed.

“I know,” Anna remarked, looking up to him, “but I´d rather like to call it "our life" now. Would that suit you?”

Kristoff smiled. Yes, it would! And to seal this wonderful idea, they kissed again.

And because it was such a mild evening, they lowered themselves and went on to live out their love!

*****

Note:This was it for now… I hope you liked it 😊. I´m thinking about going on with a short sequel, having Anna getting acquainted with her new job and “their life”…

[thermaboo]

Happy Here || Villain!Reader X Shoto Todoroki

Warning: Reader is yandere, Noncon, recording, HEAVY Angst, Degradation, Slapping, verbal abuse, kidnapping, reverse noncon, very NSFW

All characters are 18+, and you have to be too to read this.

Word Count - 3.6K

a/n: If you follow me, you’ve probably seen this post 900 times because tumblr has been struggling to upload things properly, if you’re seeing this in the tags, hello~~~ Anyway, lmao nothing smacks harder than breaking in a strong character bruh and thats that! I typed this like a woman possessed so if you see a mistake mind ya business lmao.

He looked into the abandoned building, getting a reading that there was an energy source in the area. The sidekicks in his agency scoured the bottom levels and he went straight to the source. Today was supposed to be his day off, he really didn’t want to be out at this time. It was your 3 year anniversary, and he had to see it through without you.

It’s been 14 months and 23 days since you’ve gone missing.

If he had known that final call would be your last. He would've stayed on the phone with you longer, he would’ve talked about something else besides work, he would’ve told you not to go out. So many would haves and should ofs, none of them brought you back home.

His mind returned to the present, his feet had carried him to where he needed to be without the consciousness to follow it. It was useful for work, but otherwise a sign of his emotional disturbance. The floor was empty, a few broken windows illuminated the dirty flooring with a late evening orange. There were some glass bottles in the corner and pieces of trash strewn about. It looked properly abandoned, but the pulsating radar said differently. There was something in this room, but absolutely nothing at all.

He walked around the room, noticing a faint difference in temperature in a certain spot in the room. He walked through it a few times just to make sure he wasn’t making it up, but the last time he did it the temperature difference vanished. In an instance a rope like material surrounding him, leaving him in an upright but uncomfortable position.

“Hello love, I’ll be a bit late again, please don’t wait up for me.”

“It’s okay hun, I’m going out with a friend tonight.”

“Please be safe and enjoy yourself. I know I’ve been really busy but just in case you make it back home before me, I have some wonderful news to tell you.”

“Oh! Don’t leave me in suspense Sho, I’m gonna be thinking about it all night!”

“It’s a surprise, you’ll love it, I promise.” He glanced at the small jewelry box on his desk, hoping that you love it just as much as he loves you.

“Okay” He could hear your pout even through the phone. “Well I miss you okay, take a break if you need to. I love you.”

“Love you more.”

A figure walked into view from the dark, taking him out of his thoughts once more. A mask obscuring your face, whirring in the darkness with a faint glow. It illuminated the body underneath, a light green glow against your figure.

"Who are you", he shouted, trying to seem confident. He was a pretty powerful hero, he wasn't used to being so easily caught. There wasn't any response on your end, you simply tilted your head and stared at him through your mask. The whirring and the sound of his teammates running around confused being the only thing in the room. He rocks against his bindings, sending out a distress signal to notify the others of his location. You both hear the pings echo across the floor, the door slams open. Izuku looks around confused.

"Todoroki?"

"I'm here!" he calls out, watching his friend whip around confused. Izuku sighs and quickly leaves, assuming it was a mistake and all the machinery was acting up.

What's happening.

You laugh, voice aggressively distorted through your mask. He's still not frightened, not letting go of his hope that he can escape this. He tries again to activate his quirk to no avail, the bindings are quirk proof.

You continue laughing at him in the vague encroaching darkness of the room. "Who ARE YOU" he shouted a little louder. An explosion went off in the distance, the building groaned at the nearby pressure. Any heros currently in the building rushed towards the sound of destruction, realizing that this was a distraction.

The small device next to you fizzled at the tap of your foot, emitting a large energy pulse before turning off. You pulled out a scanner of your own to demonstrate how that mysterious ping on it before is suddenly gone. Curious.

You walked up to the man in front of you, his heterochromic eyes stared at you intently, trying to figure out who this mysterious woman was. You still said nothing. You didn't think it was possible for him to get any stronger but he looked bulkier since you've last seen him. A little darker, maybe not as nice to others, cold, frigid. You imagined what his interactions were like now in days. Did he try seeing anyone else, did he still hang out with friends? Did he even miss you? Your partners only showed you so much before leaving, all you’ve seen of him in months were through short videos and pictures, and he seemed so happy that you were gone. You stroked your hand up his chest, feeling around your old stomping grounds, trying to test the waters of your guilt. See if there's still any left.

All you felt was hatred, pure, unbridled hatred. You held his head delicately, patting his frayed hairs away as you thought about how much you missed his head. How he would lay in your lap and let you play with his hair and tell you about his day. Days you had ripped from you, days he seemed to forget. The pro hero was shaking in your grasp, you're not sure if it was from fear or the uncomfortable positioning of the ropes, but either was fine for you. You grabbed him by his hair and forced his vision up, you got your answer. It was fear.

"What was that explosion? What are you doing." He lets out in slight trembles.

"Oh, just a few friends. Don't worry about them, you can't do shit for them anyways."

“Why is this happening?”

“Because I can Shoto, because

can. They can handle that without me, but here, here is where I’m needed.”

He had no clue what you were talking about, the fear was starting to get to him. Usually there’s some kind of motive behind these sorts of things, but this seemed entirely too personal. He can’t help but notice how familiar you look and a thought crosses his mind.

You let one hand roam downward fiddling with the zipper of his hero costume. Giggling under her heavy breathing. "Stop.”

You keep going. Slowly.

"Please."

Slower.

"Ple-" a smack lands across his face, he doesn’t bother to move his face back, he just leaves it there. He isn't weak by a long shot, but right now there wasn't a single fight in him, he just wanted to run.

His mind replays the moment of panic. When her friend called to see if she simply didn’t leave your shared apartment.

“Hey Todoroki, I know she said you were at work, but do you know if she left the house.”

His whole body paused, “Yes, she left, she was walking when she last called me.”

“I-”. The sound of traffic and wind blew through the call. “She never showed up. I’ve called her and text her a dozen times and she didn’t respond. I don’t want to worry you I just-. I don’t know what happened.”

“I will call you back.” He hung up and immediately called you while running out of his office, call after call after text and nothing. He left a few panicked voicemails, hoping that you just had your phone on silent and was busy. His mind reeled at the possibilities, trying his hardest to think the best of the situation. Yeah, he’d arrive home and you’d be asleep on the couch, wrapped up in your favorite blanket, Tv cycling through Netflix shows. Maybe you realize you didn’t want to go, and forgot to tell your friend. Maybe-

The door to your apartment opened, silent, cold, nothing. He ran through the apartment checking everything, even underneath the pillow hoping there would be some kind of sign of you. All that was left was a funny little drawing you left for him on the whiteboard near the door. “Don’t forget to eat! There’s some Soba in the fridge, I won’t be gone too long!”

He rang the police and then your friend. “She hasn’t responded to any of my calls or text, and she’s not at the apartment. I’ve called the police.” The both of them continued the call in silence, hoping to say something that would reassure the other but nothing came to mind.

"Awwww, look who came to visit."

You poked at the forming bulge in his pants. "You're fucking sick, you know that?".

He cranes to look down, unaware that his body was reacting without his mind.  "Let me fucking go,” he strains against his bindings, desperate to escape whoever this was torturing him.

You squeeze his dick, and laugh again. "Or what? Where are you going to run to? Who's gonna hear you? You're in my world now." He tries to move away from your touch and you just persist. "Do you get this hard for every villain that touches you or just me?" He pushes against his restraints and looks at you with murderous but fearful intent. "You still don't know me? I'm hurt." His brain hurts trying to figure out who this woman was, wanting to figure out anything that can vaguely put some kind of understanding to this situation. He couldn't think of anything but-

Was it?

Who else had that quirk.

Images flashed in his head to you two holding hands in a crowd, he watched as the world continued on without any notice of their presence. The cars drove straight through them, people walked right by them, they were there and weren't all at once. "See, it's neat I guess but I can't go much further than here. One layer below this and it's pretty much the same thing with less people. One to the left has a weird saturation to it."

"I think it's amazing Y/n"

"Really?" You ask, unsure of how to feel. He was very confused at your insecurity, you were just not trained, but pocket dimensions were surely a powerful quirk. He wondered just how many of these dimensions there were?

He came back to his senses when he felt his dick pop out of his boxers. His memories fade into the darkness of his reality that keeps calling him back when he so badly wants to escape. In his mind he still has you, you’re safe, and this isn’t happening to him. For a second, the thought passes by that whoever this is may kill him, and he may get to see you again. He quickly shakes the thought away, you were alive, and he was going to find you one day. He mentally berated himself for even entertaining the thought of this being you or death.

"Shotooooo, I'm trying so hard to get your attention? Why do you keep leaving me?” You lift your mask slightly to accommodate his length in your mouth, you almost forgot how much you enjoyed this. Almost. Your lips bop up and down paying close attention to his cute pink head, it was always so pretty. Lucky for Shoto, it was always prettier in your mouth. You drag your nails around his thighs, making sure to draw blood on your way back. He arches, hating himself for responding to your actions

His dick leaves your mouth with a sickening pop, “How's my little Pro Hero? Think about how many people needed your help while you were here, you didn't even clock out for this.” You rest your head on his thigh and lazily stroke his cock, “you couldn’t even save your girlfriend.”

“Shut the fuck up you don’t know a thing about her.”

“Oh, really struck a chord there. Didn’t think you cared about her that much, especially because you’re gonna cum to some villain you can’t even recognize.” You begin to pick up the pace, precum coating your hand and filling the air with a wet gliding sound. “Or can you hold it in? Can you do it for her? Her dead body is in a ditch somewhere, and here you are, about to come on some other chick's hand.”

He said nothing, you could tell from the faint light that was left in the room that he was crying. Oh god did you love seeing those tears. You felt a familiar tensing underneath you and you prepared for what was going to happen next and placed your mouth over his cock again. His groans mixed with his sobs and he came in your mouth, you swallowed quickly and smiled upwards at him.

“I think she’ll forgive you for cumming, after all, the conditions weren’t entirely fair.” You stand up and turn on a lamp next to you before activating a button to readjust his ropes. He hit the floor with a thud and you could hear him groaning behind you before the bindings quickly tightened to their new position. You turn back around and take your place on top of his thighs, your hands reaching upward to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

“Sho are you okay?” He wasn’t sure if that was the memory or the woman on top of him, quite frankly they’re both starting the sound the same.

“Babe you’ve been so silent, are you okay? You sat across from him, holding his hand. You two were at a Diner, it seemed very late.

“Yes, I’m alright, I’m not sure where I went.”

“I understand, you smile at him and squeeze his hand.” There is only one cup on the table.

Izuku walks between the tables looking concerned.

“Midoryia, nice seeing you, we were just waiting for our food.” The green haired man stares at him sympathetically and puts his hand on his shoulder.

“Shoto, I think you need to see someone.”

“Why?” He looks in front of him, no one’s there. The seat is empty. It dawns on him that he’s done it again, went off on an adventure like he used to do with someone who wasn’t there. He paid the tab and quickly left, making sure to ignore the concerned faces of people who recognized him and must’ve seen him talking to himself.

“Izuku.”

“Yes?”

“Do you think she’s dead?”

Reality welcomes him back and he sees the top of your head laying down on him. You’re very warm, it sounds like you’re muttering something to yourself.

You snap up, glossy eyes connecting with his heterochromatic ones. “I was worried you might have died.” There wasn’t an ounce of seriousness in your voice. He continued to say nothing and you could feel him tremble again. He must have noticed that you were no longer wearing pants or underwear. The sound of burning in the distance still emanated in the air. This was all so horrid, well, for him at least.

You pull off the mask hiding your face and he begins to struggle underneath you wildly. You hold on to the sides of his hip and let him thrash about.

“No no no no NO NO NO!”

“Shhhhh It’s okay, it’s me.” You crawl upwards to be closer to him, you watch him, wild and confused underneath you. He looks like an animal caught in headlights. “I’m gonna make this all so much easier for you.” You glide back down him, hand reaching first for his dick. You give him a few good strokes and hover above him, seeing if he’d move on his own.

There was nothing.

You know, I don't know why you idiot Heros have big cocks if you're not gonna use it. You plunge all the way down him, earning a delicious whimper as he twitches inside of you, clearly feeling overstimulated by what's happening. "Awwwww, I forgot you were a virgin. I’m not anymore, but I was thinking about you every time they touched me.” His insides felt like liquid, he hated this. He wanted to lose his virginity to you, but not like this. He still sees you as the soft girl he met at a bakery, he sees your smile as you giggled in the rain underneath your umbrella, he remembers all the times he's confided in you, and the memory can not merge with who you are now. Corrupted, violent, dark.

You continue bouncing on his dick, watching him writhe underneath you. You wonder where he is right now, he looks at you so betrayed, so lost, but you can't tell if its painful or in lust. At this point, it doesn't matter and it all becomes a muddled mixture of everything.

"Y/n, p-please. This isn't you."

You slowly lift your bottom half, making sure to keep eye contact with those beautiful eyes, waiting to see the moment when he loses all his composure.

"You don't know that. You don't know anything about me." You slowly go back down on him, making sure it feels like blissful hell. "Where were you Shoto?"

You slammed down again. "I needed you." Slam. "And you weren't there." Slam. "You weren't there for so fucking long." Slam. "But you're here now."

"I'm sorry I didn't save you. I won't leave you again." He's crying a cry you’ve never seen before. It should invoke worry in you, bring out the motherly instincts you always had for him, but instead it made you crave to see him broken like this again and again. You look at him tenderly and stroke his cheek. He seems like he’s on the verge of losing it.

“You're a good boy shoto, always have, always will be. And I can't hate my good boy.” He can’t escape to his head anymore, you were here, you were finally here with him.

You buck down on him, one hand leaned back on the concrete other on your phone's record button. You pull your mask down in order to distort your voice. "Show me you’re sorry". He bucks up into you, completely blissed out. His rhythm is sloppy and desperate, he can’t really think straight anymore. All of his thoughts are of you, and you were happy like this. He just wants to make you happy.

The light from the camera is blinding him, he should be covering his face, he should be doing something but he can't bring himself to fight against you. He smiles back at you and all he can manage out is a weak "I love you."

You look at him through your screen and he looks absolutely beautiful like this. Sweat plastered to his face, deep in a breakdown that you're sure he'll never recover from. You feel yourself going ragged against him, slapping his face as you near your end. He can't even form words anymore. Not an ouch, not a stop, just groaning and incoherent words. He's so close.

You slow your movements and grab him by the throat, just tight enough for his dick to feel it, but not tight enough for him to not be able to talk. "You're fucking worthless you know that right?"

"Yes."

"You're nothing without me."

"I'm nothing with or without you."

You pause and smile underneath the mask, surprised that you broke him down that badly in such a short time span.

"You're a fast learner. Now, smile Princess." You set your sights on the end and continue riding him with all the strength you had left. He obliges you, smiling with exhaustion, up at the light. You position your body at the right angle so his cock hits everything at the right angle, and you feel yourself flying over the edge of your orgasm. Your body spasms violently, your sure the camera is probably disoriented. Your hips continue to meet with his as you ride out your orgasm. He shortly met his own, moans and sobs echoing throughout the abandoned room.

You hope you caught that because you sure as hell couldn't see it through your own orgasm still burning through you.

You stopped the recording and laid on his chest in silence. A sticky liquid continued to drain down your legs, a lot of it actually. You tried not to focus on the feeling of his cum in you, it could probably get you going again and you definitely didn't need that. You instead listened to his heavy breathing, it felt so nice to be home.

He watched you type something away on your phone before you looked up at him. "This is gonna be everywhere in probably....20 minutes? Maybe even less. Your father will probably try to have it taken down but you know how the internet is." He continued to breathe on the ground, still feeling waves of his pleasure mixed with shame. He knows his Hero career is essentially over, but maybe it's better this way. You were the only person to ever understand him, and if he couldn't show you his love through saving you, he'd show you his love this way. Even if you never love him again, even if he can only see you smile by being below you. He just wants to be your hero, even if that means he has to be the world's villain.

You ran your finger through his hair, he cuddled further into you silently. He must've seen the news reports about his disappearance. It’s been weeks and it’s still on every station, his father is probably pushing hard to get him back but you know better than that. Besides, everyone loves his videos, every time you post it blasts to the top of trending before being “removed”. He should be happy to know his son is still alive. Your captors, well, coworkers let you keep a pet and you’ll be damned if anyone takes him away from you. "You're happy here right Sho?"

He says nothing, he just clutches into you further, his breathing increasing with every moment. That familiar tremble began to accompany his breathing, he was going to cry again.

"There there love, there there."