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ʚ✩ɞ ratings: sfw, angst to fluff, comfort

ʚ✩ɞ cw/tw: jjk manga chapter 221 spoilers! slight angst and depressive tones. slight sexual tones hehe.

ʚ✩ɞ wc: 10.5k

ʚ✩ɞ tags: gojo satoru x fem!reader, husband gojo and wife reader are teachers

ʚ✩ɞ an: hi! yes, this is the first time ill be sharing one of the many works i have in my drafts (that im confidently not sharing ever). idek how it got this long. gojo being unsealed triggered something in me so i hope u enjoy. ( ˘ ³˘)♥

italicized texts are past dialogues! FEEDBACKS are highly appreciated.

you stared at the golden band around your ring finger, toying it around. your bed seemed to stretch twice its size and grow colder every morning that you wake up.

every morning, you trace the outline of the dips on his side of the bed. you left it dismantled the way he did, since 19 days ago. you could still see a few strands of silver hair on his pillow glowing under the daylight.

"satoru, please."

"you know there's a lot of souvenir shops in shibuya! maybe i'll take you to some if you're a good little wifey."

"you told me we're working together on this. just let me fight alongside with you-" you pouted and so he gives you a wet smack on the cheek and booped your nose.

"babe, my honey, sweetiepie, you're on children duties!"

"no fair!"

"don't worry, ijichi will take you there. toodles!" and then he warped out.

fools. you didn't even know half of the shit that was about to set loose.

the wooden sliding door of your shared room slammed open, startling you out of your thoughts. there stood an out of breath yuuji with both his hands clinging on to either side of the door frame.

"sensei," he looked at you with determination, a sense of sparkle behind his eyes.

no. no.

you can't have this right now. not right now. you were not ready--not when what you've been preparing yourself for was the worst. but this? this wasn't in your plan.

any indication of hope from him has all been but failure. you were under the high of false hope but now...now, you don't even know how to respond with this pressing matter in front of you.

what kind of wife are you to even think that way? will he even understand if you feel this way?

but you are here now and he is here now.

his frame stood patiently behind your student, waiting for you to say anything. but only the sound of your shallow, shuddering breaths filled the room.

the pink-haired boy staggered backwards to leave, as to give room to your man.

doors were always never tall enough for satoru so he has to duck down in order to grace the room with his presence. his presence that is so invigorating, with his own hint of charisma.

and there he is. he is still so beautiful. his alabaster hair unreasonably still glimmering. your eyes were met with the color of the sky--lustrous and comforting, anticipating you.

but beneath this façade, they were chagrin and desolated, designed with heavy lids and undereye bags that loitered his skin.

the man that came to face you is not your satoru. although indulging with the fact that he looks bigger, more rugged, with his toned arms filling up the sleeves of his shirt--this satoru is only the shell of the man that you used to know.

he scratched his neck, his eyes crinkling into a smile as he gave you a small assuring grin. he opened his arms, wide and warm, welcoming you into a zone you knew all too well.

"c'mere."

though against your will, your body seemed to have a mind of its own--lunging forward to the sense of familiarity that is in front of you. amidst the unconvinced and confused face you held, your body knew how much you ached for this moment and alas your feet brought you towards him.

he gripped your waist so tightly, so much that he could break you in half like--like there were no tomorrow.

words could not even begin to detail this feeling. missing him is an understatement. no--you yearned for him--for his touch, for his smell, for his warmth. for this moment.

you sank deeper into his broad chest. the feeling and the sound of his heartbeat confirming that this is all true and not just a pigment of your imagination, or not you going insane.

he stuck his nose on top of your head, breathing in your smell. god, he could cry. he missed you so much and he was going insane because he was beginning to forget what his favorite shampoo you use smells like.

the silence was both so comforting yet so delicate. there are both no words yet too many words to tell. one pin drop could make or break the atmosphere. a paradox in the flesh. just in character for your husband.

but just in time, he spoke up, breaking the tension. you had imagined this moment, him apologizing or saying i love you, over and over. but no, he yet again breaks the record.

"thank you."

the last thing you wanted was to ever forget him. so, you listened to every voice messages, voice mails, and videos that he sent you every day like it was a routine and a lullaby before you sleep.

you would not forgive yourself if you forgot what he sounds like.

with the sound of his voice triggering the turmoil in you, your chin quivered and your throat burned in an agonizing pain. all of the weeping and mourning you've suppressed poured out onto his shirt.

he brushed your hair and cooed you into silent hushes.

"i'm sorry."

"satoru, she never cried," shoko said.

gojo sat silently on shoko's loveseat chair with both his arms resting on its armrest. he is finally relaxed which unfortunately meant that he has the time to think.

all of the guilt is finally blossoming inside of him.

for the longest time, he wished that he'd be rid of all the burdens that are pushed onto his shoulders. he wanted to run away. with you.

but he knew that his being makes everything complicated and you'd be in greater danger beside him than staying with everybody else.

so, him being in that damned box? his wish came true. was he selfish to somehow feel relieved while being isolated, knowing everything he left behind and all the chaos that ensued?

his colleague and good friend, nanami, who all but strayed away from jujutsu, was pushed towards it again by gojo. and now he's gone.

his teacher and a parent that he considered, principal yaga, lost his life fighting for everyone--especially for the children that gojo was supposed to protect.

his students--tiny but fighter nobara, with half of her head barely even of any shape and unresponsive on a pale hospital bed. yuuji who always graced a smile, now looked like he aged a dozen. and megumi--his son, who always quietly rooted and stood for everyone, lost his hope and is now a vessel to sukuna.

and you. he could not even begin to think how much of a toll it took on you.

"she kept everyone glued together, you know. when everything was falling apart after you...you were gone, she held all of their hands."

shoko blew a smoke out of her office window then tapped her cigarette onto an ashtray. "every day, she cleans nobara's body with a wet towel. when the students would come back with all unimaginable injuries, she tended to them with all of her reversal."

"satoru, i had to clinically force her, just so i could tend to her own injuries for a day. she did not want to stop working as if..."

"as if she will lose it, if she stopped," he finished the sentence, holding a firm gaze with shoko.

she and him knew what it was like to grieve for someone but still having all the responsibilities demanded at every second.

gojo, whether everybody admits or not, was their source of hope. the students gravitated towards him, and even curses do not fail to see the light that he shines--attracting them like moths to a flame.

he tended to everyone's troubles, to the bullshit of the higher-ups that even led to him killing his own bestfriend.

but you-you are the damned closest thing to him. you were his half. you are his half. and everybody knew you are a gojo too.

so they all went to you. for 19 whole days, you shared, albeit, owned his responsibilities. and you had to keep it together.

you should not fall apart. you cannot fall apart. the children relied on you for their strength and you kept them all stuck together like a little patched-up family of your own.

you became him. a true gojo. although it sounds gratifying, it was the last thing that he wanted for you to ever encounter.

he never wanted to share his pain and bare all of his weaknesses to you. but you unconditionally took them all, without any words nor complaints.

"she-she wasn't there."

"she didn't want to be disheartened and defeated if it had failed. you were gone and she is here. still here. you know where to find her, so go."

it wasn't just you. he also does not have the heart to see your face yet--he never really had a say on when he was getting released, anyway.

but he went to you.

your palms cupped his face, searching every inch of his skin like it is something foreign. his large hands held onto them, rubbing slow and soft circles on it.

"i've missed you...so much." you mumbled, risking a hiccup and another bout of tears to pour out of you. he dried your cheeks with both his thumbs.

"i know. i know, sweetheart," his voice was soft, barely a whisper, as he brought his lips towards your eyes.

he kissed your eyes tenderly, as if commanding for them to close for a minute. satoru knew how much you needed to crack--he wanted you to fall apart on him and he can pick up all of the pieces. he can make you whole again.

he can hold you together with his warm hands, thawing and melting you into a puddle of your own unresolved emotions. molding you exactly, to fit perfectly right where you belong.

right here. right next to him.

to him, you are the apple of his six eyes. the immeasurable devotion of his limitless. and the bottomless beloved of his infinity.

he could never leave you again. not like that. not ever.

he pressed his forehead against yours, his proximity tickling you with his breath and his pillowy lips brushing against yours. he rubbed his nose on yours and his eyelashes feather on your cheek.

"i love you," he rubbed his thumbs on both your cheeks while holding your gaze, accessing all of your senses with his presence.

he wants you to know, he's here.

he tentatively leans closer, only kissing you daintly. "kiss me. kiss me, satoru."

and so he planted his hand at the small of your back, leaning forward, obliging to your words. he kisses you--deeply and passionately. your mouth presses eagerly, gliding with his lips fervently without any lapses, like your life depended on it.

you put your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss even more. he gripped your hips tightly, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

satoru is trying his best to not tear your clothes off, on behalf of his student waiting outside.

"god-" he retracted, staring at your eyes.

"i-" he kisses your neck "-missed you-" your chin "-so-" your nose "-much."

there is no reason for the both of you to be separated at all. not anymore.

and so he interlocks your pinkies together like he always did. you giggled and he grins widely.

"i'm here. i'm home."

[chaethewriter]

bf does my makeup q&a

Jack Champion x content creator!reader

In which you record a Youtube video with your boyfriend, the one and only Jack Champion.

word count: 2,3k

Warning: fluff, lots of fluff that it's cringey, this took me 5 days to write bruh I'm lacking

tagged: @viivvriv @genesis4545 @norrisgf @darkcrusadestrawberry @drxwstxrkxy @wafflehousewrold

"Camera, set!" You put your camera on its stand as you flipped the screen around, pointing towards the front for you to see. Jack appeared on the screen as you did so, sitting on the couch in your room as in front of him stood a table with your two makeup bags and a mirror. You pressed record when everything was clear on screen— centered and not lopsided. You took a step back as you watched yourself on screen, thus making him immediately grab you by the waist, putting you down on his lap. He held you tightly against him, his arms caging you from behind, "Mmm, can't you start the intro now?" His face buried in your hair as he spoke, satisfied with the position they were in. But you had different ideas, as you abruptly got off his lap and took a seat next to him, your legs thrown over his lap, "you can't do my makeup when I'm on your lap, pookie." You booped his nose with your nail as the words left your lips. As a response, he groaned as he sat back, resting his back against the soft material of your coach, his hands behind his neck as he watched you through his eyelids. You took your phone out and clicked on the Instagram icon for today's video.

"Hello, pookies! Welcome back to the channel. Today is a very special video as I'm joined by my sweet Jack!" You wrapped your arms around his neck as you pulled him close to you, your cheeks pressed against one another. He brought his arms down, wrapping one around your waist. His gaze settled on your camera as he smiled, "Hi guys!" He greeted your viewers with his other hand raised into the air, doing his familiar greeting sign with his thumb, index, and middle finger. You pulled away from your boyfriend, putting your phone in your lap as you clapped in your hands, "Today! As the title said, Jack here will be doing my makeup as we answer relationship questions you guys have sent me through my story!"

"Follow her insta, by the way! Appearing right here!" Jack is almost a natural, as he did some magician movements with his hands for you to edit your username in. You watched as he did so, making you burst in a fit of giggles, "You're such a natural babe, you should start your own channel."

"What can I say? I'm Jack the Champ!"

"So cringey?" The two of you looked into each other's eyes as you laughed. You clung onto your stomach as Jack clung onto you for dear life. The laughing continued for like five minutes. You really had to cut this out later. "Okay! Okay! So Jack needs to recreate my usual makeup look with the makeup provided while we answer questions. I'm such a kind girlfriend, so I allow him to have a picture of my makeup look on his phone." You explained, pointing at his phone flat on the table with a picture of you opened.

"I just want to announce that I know what my girlfriend looks like and that I already had this picture of her in my gallery as well as hundreds of other pictures I snapped of her!" You rolled your eyes at that statement, a chuckle leaving your lips, "Yeah, yeah! Anyways, let's get started. What do we start with, babe?" You watch as Jack carefully unpacked your makeup bags instead of throwing them upside down. He knew how much you valued your products, and he made sure he was gentle with them. It gave you a warm feeling. He put everything down in a neat order, looking at all the different brushes and products, "so from my acting experience, because you know I'm an actor, they always use the prime thing first? Like to keep your makeup intact?" He looked at you with puppy eyes, asking for approval to his words. You knew you're supposed to not give him any hints, but you couldn't stop yourself from nodding your head. While Jack looked for the 'prime thing', as he said it, you scrolled through the questions you were asked.

"Found it!" The two of you exclaimed at the same time: Jack talking about the primer and you talking about a question. He picked the product up— the glass container filled with a white cream as a lid covered the pump. You smile as he pumped some on the back of his hand and taps it against your skin with his finger, putting both his hands on your cheeks right after and spreading it with his palms. You fell into a fit of giggles as he did so, "Jack!" You exclaimed with your face all squeezed up. Proud of his work, he pulled his palms away and awaited a question from one of the viewers. You brought your phone to your face as you read the first question, "How did the two of you meet? Jack, the honor is to you."

Jack brought his hand to his chin as he pretended to think, thus making you playfully slap his chest, "Don't pretend you don't know, now!"

"Okay okay! We actually met during my Avatar press tour. She was all over me and I thought she was incredibly pretty." He exaggerated what had actually happened and you barely wait to voice this out loud, "That's not how it went! Stop embarrassing me!" Your face heated up as you looked at the camera, "Yes we did meet at his press tour, but I wasn't 'all over him'! I just asked for a picture, posted it, and tagged him in it, and all of a sudden, he was in my DMs. Don't change the story now, mister Champion!"

This time, it was Jack's turn to blush immensely. His secret revealed how he actually made the first move. He recollected himself, before a grin spreaded across his face, "I mean what can I say? I'm a rizzer."

"Oh god, please never say that again."

The two of you laughed as he picked the eyeliner up, "You have a weird way of applying makeup, so this actually comes second. I don't understand why, though?" He uncapped the eyeliner, revealing the inbuild eyeliner brush. "Eyeliner is so hard to do! Like it takes so long cause I want it to be perfect and by the time I am done my foundation isn't correct anymore because of the wiping!" You whined your complaints out, already growing frustrated thinking about the struggle.

Jack put his hand on your waist as he pulled you closer to him, "Sit still, baby. I never did this before so uhm here goes nothing?"

"Don't poke my eyeball, please." You then kept your mouth shut, as if it helped with him doing better. Jack is incredibly delicate with it though— he held your chin with his hand while the eyeliner was in his other staring directly into your eyes as he concentrated on his work. You felt your skin heating up yet again, your grip on the eyeliner tube wet, thanks to your sweaty hands. It doesn't matter how long you're together with him. He never failed to make you feel nervous. He never broke eye contact, not even when he dipped the brush in the eyeliner. His breath fanned against your skin as he leaned in closer, "Are you nervous?"

"Shut up..." Your voice came out softer than expected. Unfortunately, he pulled back to admire his handywork. It's not even, but he is proud either way. "Next question, babe!" He playfully nudged you with a cheeky grin.

"You're so annoying!!" You quickly brought your phone to your face in an attempt to hide your embarrassed state. "But you love me!"

"What attracted you to Jack and vice versa? Definitely his goofy self. I usually don't look at gym guys, but Jack's goofy demeanor and just being himself made me attracted to him, no matter what he does."

"You're so cute!" Jack pulled you closer yet again, basically seating you on one of his as your legs dangled to one side. He faced the camera while his arms held you steady, "What made me attracted to her is definitely her way of texting. You feel her care and love and joy when she texts you. She's so sweet about it too, aren't you?" He faced you again with a cheeky grin, making you blush like crazy, "so annoying!!"

He picked your foundation and concealer off the table in front of you, "These are all too familiar to me, but I can't remember which one goes first?" He looked at you with puppy eyes, hoping to get an answer out of you. This time, you kept your mouth shut as you let him figure it out himself. He pouted at you, putting the concealer down. He uncapped the foundation and looked at the brushes. "Babe, which one? You should help me out, I wanna do good."

You almost give in. Almost. Too bad for Jack though, because you only gave him a cheeky grin. His gaze traveled from your pretty face to the table. There were so many different brushes and sponges. He remembered makeup artists using a big one, but which one? He decided on the latter and took the biggest one in his hand. It needed to spread and cover the entire face, after all, right? He decided to follow his gut and put a few small pumps on the back of his hand. He dipped the fluffy part of the brush against it and pressed it to your face. Like you were a canvas and he was the painter. Your chuckling made him roll his eyes, "stay still! I'm being a professional right now."

"sure you do, babe."

Jack started to feel himself in his role as makeup artist. He didn't wait for you as he immediately got on with the concealer. He tapped the wand under your eyes and on your nose, just like artists do to him. He took a small brush and blended it by tapping it. You watched how the tip of his tongue slips out from in-between his lips, his concentration to the max.

Even though your boyfriend has adhd, he can for sure keep his focus on you the entire day. "Next question! Ohh I like this one. When did you realize you fell in love with each other?" You tapped your chin as you think about it. You have always loved Jack, but when did that go from celebrity crush to a real crush?

"I have always loved Jack, if I am going to be honest. I started following him since his Avatar announcement, but he turned into a crush from the moment he wanted to switch from Instagram DMs to messages." You explained as you locked your sparkling eyes with him, awaiting for his response.

He took a moment to admire you, a warm feeling bubbling inside his chest since he knew the exact moment that he realized. "When you looked up at my face with those worried eyes that held so much care as you held on my arms. You always did so, but there was a time when it didn't feel friendly anymore. It felt like so much more as my heart sped up."

That was all it took for you to literally take off.

You sprinted out the room, towards the bathroom, in pure disbelief. The disbelief that he had actually decided to answer the question like that. The disbelief that a boy could actually be so true to his feelings.

"baby? Where are you going?" Did he say something wrong?

You stood in the middle of the bathroom with your face in your hands, teary eyed as you smudged your makeup. "babe?" He had followed you to the bathroom. When he heard your sobs, he immediately panicked. His arms wrapped around your figure, his cheek resting against the crown of your head as his hands caressed your back, "did I do something wrong?"

"no you just, you're, you." You didn't know why you were crying. Well, you did know the reasoning, but you didn't know why it made you so emotional.

"You truly love me."

"yes, yes I do. Of course I do. More than anything else." He ran his hands over your back. He knew you had a hard time when it came to romance in general. You had told him and he made sure to take good care of you, until you truly believed him. And that you did. He took such good care of you. And he would continue to do so until his very last breath.

Recording was long forgotten as the two of you bathed in each other's arms.

He was so happy to be yours.

BONUS:

"Ow! This hurts! Baby please stop!" After the makeup video, you had begged Jack to do a skincare routine with you. He had agreed, not knowing it could have been this bad. It was charcoal mask day.

"It's supposed to hurt!"

"Why would you do this to yourself? Ow ow wait!" He extended his arms to keep you away from him. He was much taller than you, so it certainly did the job. "But why! What does it do?"

"it deep cleans your skin, basically. Your face is going to be silky smooth when I kiss your face all over!"

He thought about it for a second. Kisses? Lots of kisses?

"Do I get lots of kisses after you pull it off me?" You nodded as a response. He sighed in defeat as he took a seat on the edge of the bathtub. This was your cue to stand in between his legs, his arms wrapping around you immediately. Your fingers made its way to the pulled bit of his dried mask.

"Fine, you can do it! But I expect a lot of smoo- OH MY FUCK AHHH!" 

[red-dead-sakharine]

Bring your devil to the circus

Raphael x Tav/Reader tags: gn!Tav, soft grumpy raphael, humor, fluff, tiny bit hurt/comfort

Who needs the orphic hammer, when you can negotiate a much sweeter deal? This is a silly idea that popped into my head, and I'm making y'all suffer through it as well.

"Done." you put the quill down, and Raphael immediately made the contract vanish - to his House of Hope, no doubt - the ink barely dry yet.

"A pleasure, little mouse. I daresay this was quite the bargain. Had I known of your proclivities, I would've--"

"Come!" you didn't even let him finish. He was just puffing hot air right now, and you just - could - not - wait - to get your part of the deal. Grabbing his wrist, you yoinked him after yourself out the door, dragging him down the stairs through Sharess' caress with glee.

He grumbled to himself but followed your lead. After all, he had agreed to this deal - although he was beginning to wonder if he had made a mistake. There weren't any loopholes he might've overlooked, right? No, no, there couldn't be. He wrote the damn contract himself, after all!

Out of the door and up the street you went, still keeping his wrist in your clutches. He had fallen into pace, though he still tried to free his arm every now and again, but your grip was iron. The mischief on your mind was just too good.

"I am quite capable to walk on my own, little mouse." there was a warning in the way he said those last two words, but you ignored it. He had agreed to play along for 24 hours, and by the gods you would make the most of it. You had - both - insisted on putting in a clause preventing abuse, injury, and the like, but most other activities where fair game. If you wanted him to play on a seesaw, he would have to comply.

As you approached the entrance to the circus, realization dawned in Raphael, "Oh no. No!" You giggled, keeping your iron grip on his wrist. "You will not make me go to the damn circus!" "Oh, I very much will!" you turned to look at him, grinning from ear-to-ear. He looked like he wanted to protest but decided differently. He was bound by contract after all. Instead he gave you the darkest of glares, "Had I known what kind of a heinous sadist you are, I wouldn't have agreed to this." You just laughed gleefully, and approached the bouncer with his ghoul at the gate.

The ghoul, Benji, took one long sniff and started shouting, with a claw pointed at Raphael, "STINKY! SMELLS OF EGGS!"

You could feel Raphael vibrate with annoyance and barely contained rage, so you gave him a little pat on the arm with your free hand, "There, there. It's just a stupid ghoul."

"BENJI NO STUPID! THIS ONE'S STINKY!"

You were sure, the deep growl Raphael produced, could be felt through the ground.

Benji's human handler gave a nervous chuckle, "Oh well, smelling a bit funny isn't a crime. Come on in! Welcome to the Circus of the Last Days!" You could practically feel the annoyance radiating from Raphael as you dragged him through the gates.

"Look, it's not that bad." you tried to calm him down at least a little bit, "I promise, if a clown tries to boop your nose, I'll let you incinerate him." He groaned, but you could feel him grow a little less rigid, "How kind and utterly unheroic of you. And here I thought you were a committed do-gooder." "I have my limits. Clowns are one." you replied flatly, and it actually made Raphael give an amused snort. "Maybe there is hope for you yet, little mouse." He took a deep breath, letting his gaze wander over the dreadful place he found himself in, "Now what, pray tell, do you want me to do here?"

You gave him an impish grin, "First we'll go spin the wheel!" He rolled his eyes, as you dragged him forward, your hand still firmly clutching his wrist.

"WILL THE WHEEL OF WONDERS DUB YOU WORTHY? COME - SEE!" you heard the djinni yell as you made you way towards him, "BEHOLD - AKABI'S WHEEL OF WONDERS. SPIN TO WIN PRIZES BEYOND YOUR TINY MORTAL IMAGINATION." "YES, WE WANT TO SPIN THE WHEEL!" you yelled back, and you could hear Raphael's hand smack against his forehead as he facepalmed next to you. "AHA! FIRST YOU MUST PAY!" You looked expectantly at Raphael, who eventually looked up from his facepalming, his eyes finding yours. Then his expression slowly changed from an unspoken 'what?' to a glower, "Surely, you do not expect me to pay for this nonsense, little mouse." "Of course! You're the gentleman here, I'm just a mouse." you grinned at him, and you could see his jaw muscles clench. Grumbling and muttering curses in infernal, he dished out the money, so you could spin the wheel.

"LET US SEE IF YOU HAVE LUCK'S FAVOUR." Akabi barked, and the wheel spun. You side-eyed Raphael, who was watching the wheel and the djinni intently. When it landed on a blank, he scoffed, "I'm not surprised a djinni would stoop to rigging a game of luck. But this is just pathetic." "You would accuse me, Akabi: Destroyer of Planes - of cheating?" the djinni had lowered the volume to indoor voice for the first time you've seen, and it gave you such a kick to know that Raphael was the cause. You finally relaxed your iron grip on his wrist and instead slid your hand down to interlock your fingers with his - though he did not reciprocate, he also did not pull away. "I'm only pointing out the obvious, 'destroyer of planes'," Raphael managed to make the title sound like an insult, "Wouldn't it be such a shame, if everyone knew what a fraud you are. And pathetic on top, having to rely on a magic ring for your trickery." He scoffed.

You could see the djinni grow angry, and began to wonder who would win in a fight between the two. "How about you give my companion here one of your prizes and we'll just move on?" Raphael offered, and the djinni seemed annoyed but caved, "FINE! CONGRATULATIONS, MORTAL!" he chucked a ring at you, which you barely managed to catch with your free hand, "NOW BEGONE, MEWLING CURD!"

You grinned, and gently tugged Raphael away from the disgruntled djinni. It didn't take much to sense the ring was enchanted - you would let Gale have a look at it later, and pocketed it. This was never about any prizes after all. "That was brilliant!" you beamed at Raphael, who only gave you a sideways glance in return. But you could still see the slight smirk that was tugging on his lips. He sighed theatrically, "I'll admit, it was entertaining to put the puffed up windbag into its place." "I knew you'd enjoy yourself here." you replied with a grin, as you started wandering towards your next target, still holding the devil's uncaring hand. "Now, don't exaggerate - this entire place is still revolting to me." he wrinkled his nose, and you rolled your eyes.

You approached the dryad entertaining a small crowd on her wooden dais, and you could feel Raphael lag behind a little. You held his hand tighter - he still didn't reciprocate - and pulled him gently forward. "It's a dryad." he stated, as if this would deter you from your course. "I can see that." you replied simply. "Boring, plant-loving creatures. What could you possible want from one?" "You'll see." you dragged him up the stairs towards the wood-skinned woman, and you could all but feel Raphael's bored annoyance as he was contractually obligated to follow along.

"You return to me, stira. Have you brought the one you spoke of?" the dryad, Zethino, greeted you. Raphael gave you a look - something between anger and curiosity, but you deliberately avoided looking at him directly, instead focusing on Zethino, "I have. Can we do the thing?" "What thing?" Raphael cut in, tone harsh. "You were not told?" Zethino's melodic voice offered a stark contrast to Raphael's. "Told what?" The dryad looked at you and you held up your free hand, "It's a surprise?" you offered as a flimsy explanation. She looked back at Raphael, her eyes wandering over him, then back to you, "Stira, he is not what he seems." "Oh, I'm well aware." you assured her, "That's not a problem for you, is it?" She cocked her head slightly, looking between you two, "Not for me, no." "Okay great! Let's do the thing then." you tried to hurry this along, before the devil popped a blood vessel. "What. Thing." he asked again; his tone more menacing now.

"I will look into your hearts and see if your bond is strong." the dryad's melodic voice explained, and Raphael's brow furrowed, his eyes wandering from you to her now, "'Our bond'?" he echoed in confusion, and you tugged slightly on his hand, that you were still holding. He looked down to the joined appendages, then up to you, then to the dryad, then back to you. You've never seen a man this confused. "Let's just start." you stage-whispered, and the dryad smiled. "Close your eyes. Be still as stone to earth, and remember to breathe." she instructed with her melodic voice.

You did as asked. Technically, Raphael was obligated to play along - the contract made sure of that - so you hoped it would work.

"I see you." you heard the dryad muse, "Know you. But do you know each other?" You heard Raphael scoff. As you opened your eyes, you found yourself standing in front of a log, crossing a small creek, with a waterfall in the background. Raphael was on the other side, looking wholly unimpressed.

"Listen. Think. Raphael, the devil in disguise, what does he most desire in this world?" the dryad asked you in her singsong voice. You clicked your tongue, "Easy. The crown of Karsus, so he can stick it to his father Mephistopheles." Raphael raised a surprised brow, "How do you know who my father is?" "I asked Yurgir, why he was so afraid of a cambion, before I talked him into killing himself." you explained with a grin, and stepped onto the log. Raphael didn't say anything in response, but judging by his expression, he was impressed.

Zethino turned to Raphael, "And Tav, the unexpected hero. What drives them in their journey?" The disguised cambion snorted, "Low hanging fruit. Get rid of the tadpole, and make people happy along the way." He sounded dismissive, as if it was a damnable flaw of yours, but the fact that he knew it off the cuff like that, made you grin. "Quite right. Spreading a bit of happiness never hurt." you smiled. He scoffed. The dryad pushed him gently a few steps onto the log.

She turned to you again, "Your bond hums in tune. There is sunshine, but there is also rain. What does Raphael loathe?" You cocked your head a little and looked at him, thinking for a moment before you responded, "Chaotic, untidy disorder, and bad manners!" Raphael narrowed his eyes, "It's true. There are many things about your world that I loathe. Chattering children, litters of kittens, the noise, and the chaos of it all." You smiled and stepped forward, "You and me, both." He raised a brow and looked like he wanted to question that statement, but Zethino cut him off.

"And what does Tav despise the most?" Raphael looked at the dryad, then to you, "People who hurt dogs." You had to laugh, "It's true! There's nothing more deserving of punishment in the hells, than hitting a dog. But, how did you figure that one out?" Raphael brushed his nails on his doublet, looking as non-chelant as can be, "Oh, I just heard the Sword Coast Couriers are missing a kennel master." he looked at you with an impish grin that oozed approval. Likely more of your method, than your defence of animals though. And it was true. After seeing how the lady at the kennels had treated her dogs, and raised a hand to Scratch when you brought him by, it wasn't a hard decision to drive dagger through her eye. Raphael took a step closer.

"Your bond beats in pleasure. It is an honor to behold." the dryad sang, "But does it hold in darkness still? What is Raphael's deepest shame?" You could see the fiend's brow furrow, and heard him mutter something about stupid questions. The waterfall was too noisy to make out his exact words, as you regarded him for a bit, while pondering. He crossed his arms and stared down at the water while he waited. You had an inkling what the answer was, but you weren't sure if it was something you should say out loud. But in the end, you figured you came up with the right words, so you responded, "Being a cambion and not a true devil. But--" You could see the change in his expression, from grumpy to... alarm? to anger. And his gaze turned on you, burning hot. You held up a hand in a calming gesture, "--but I don't think it has to be. He's the most devilish devil I can imagine. And he'll always be a true devil to me." You offered a smile. It was genuine, and heartfelt, and honest. You meant every word of it, and you hoped he was able to see that. His eyes grew a bit softer, but you couldn't quite interpret his expression, and he didn't say anything. He did make a small gesture though, signalling for you to step closer. And so you did.

The dryad, perhaps wisely, did not comment on what was said and instead continued, "One more question remains, we move back into the sun - what was Tav's greatest joy?" You could practically feel Raphael's gaze rake over you, while he pondered. His arms were still crossed, but he lifted one hand now to rub his chin in thought. He hummed before he eventually offered a response, "Signing my contract." You couldn't prevent a wide grin from growing on your face, "I can think of a few other joyous moments in my life, but I'll admit, that was one of them." Raphael smirked and stepped closer, dropping his arms to his sides.

You stood in front of each other now, and you held his gaze. Looking into those big brown eyes of his. Smiling eyes.

"I press my finger to your bond and find a hidden shield - unrecognized yet, but impenetrable if embraced. It is... beautiful." Zethino mused in her melodic voice, and the meadow around you vanished - replaced with the circus again. "Go in peace, seedlings, and follow your hearts. The most unusual bond I have been graced to witness - it will be just as strong as it is strange."

"Thank you." you managed to say, and took Raphael's hand again to drag him away from the dais. You interlocked your fingers with his once more, and this time he closed his hand around yours, too.

[dimepdf]

DATING KURT WOULD INCLUDE. + KURT KUNKLE

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. what being in a relationship with Kurt would be like.

pairing. kurt kunkle x reader

genre and warnings. 18+ under cut MDNI, none gender specific, incel Kurt, fluff, gamer boyfriend trope, not canon to movie, just silly little headcanons, i honestly don't know how to tag this. | — feedback is always welcomed & don’t forget to reblog 🤍

Honestly, I can not believe that you guys convinced me to write this. You literally put a gun to my head and told me to start writing this with my black ass. 

Ight come get y'all juice ig.

Kurt is the type of boyfriend who just doesn't know what to do when you show him affection, the man takes a minute to process every compliment that you give him.

"Wait...Did you just call me a pretty boy?"

"Kurt, I said that an hour ago, babe."

Your first date is going to be cheap.

I'm just being honest here, but that doesn't mean that this man wouldn't burn a hole in his pockets just to buy you whatever you want from the McDonald's dollar menu. 

He will randomly just check up on you throughout the day.

Even if you're spending it together, he’ll suddenly just stop what he’s doing and analyze you for a bit.

Despite you two being in a relationship, Kurt pulls zero bitches, no matter how much he tries to present himself as this super confident guy with a super hot partner.

And because of that, he’s very inexperienced when it comes to relationships.

You have to be the one to initiate everything when it comes to your relationship. 

But when you are being affectionate, you have to turn it all the way up a notch because this man is kind of dense.

You would wrap your arms around him as he sat in his gamer chair watching him play one of his silly little games. 

The sound leaking from his headset as you shifted to his lap, unaffected by your presence, thinking you just wanted to cuddle.

But then you start kissing him on the collarbone...

Man's is instantly hard.

here's where it get's a little spicy...

You discover that Kurt is quite vocal during sex.

Like a modern day porn star, you cannot shut him the fuck up.

Every little touches from you makes him feel like he’s experiencing sex for the first time, every time.

It isn't that hard to please him since he’s never felt the touch of a everyone ever in his life, so you would give him the most sheet gripping, teeth clenching, knuckle biting head of his life.

Kurt has this thing with eye contact.

You have to look him in the eye while you guys are having sex or he just can’t cum.

Same with biting.

He doesn't do it to you, but he’ll burst at the seams if you tease him by sinking your teeth into any part of his body.

Do not try this with his slong.

He has accidentally hit you before the time that you tried to jump scare him.

His reflexes are insane. 

Also he cries. 

You have to give that man aftercare because he literally breaks down.

That post-nut clarity hits him like a ton of fucking bricks.

All he wants to do is be the little spoon and cuddle with you. 

okay back to being cute again...

Whenever he wins a round, you have to kiss him. 

He’ll spring from his gamer chair at the end of the round and jump onto the mattress just to steal a kiss from you.

will brag about you to the ten-year olds online that he’s playing with

“Yeah, well my partner is super freaking hot so…no im not lying dude!” 

“Y/N! COME TELL THEM THAT YOU’RE TOTALLY REAL AND NOT MY MOM!”

waking up and seeing him on the game or making his little "beep boop" music in the corner of the room with the lights turned off.

“Jesus Christ Kurt, turn on the light at least you look like a serial killer.”

“Oh I'm sorry honey, I just didn't want to wake you!”

He constantly asks you for your opinion on everything.

He just can’t help it.

He just constantly wants your approval and wants to impress everyone, especially you.

Lowkey, he has this thing with taking pictures of you while you're sleeping, like his entire camera roll would be just you sleeping in random places he likes to scroll through whenever he’s bored.

You guys do fight, just not very often, but when you do, it's usually over something very serious.

“....are you mad at me Y/N?”

“You literally drove off and left me in a random fucking parking lot because of a game sale Kurt.”

Since he is very into being social media famous, you do have to bring the hammer on him sometimes to stop him from doing dangerously stupid trends.

But other than that, your relationship is usually just shits and giggles.

🔖 @quinnxmunson @lluvin @summerhornet @coralluminaryinternet @jonathansmalewife (for Kurt)

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[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Wrote this for Solomon's birthday, I didn't post on my birthday and I even forgot to post lol. I think this is my fluffiest fic so far. Enjoy!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, fluff, softest soft yandere!

Solomon found himself in his office surrounded by parchment, ancient books and potions, so focused that he couldn't even hear you opening the door or smell the tea he loved so much that you were carrying. The sight in front of you was so familiar that all you could do was watch it, rolling your eyes gently.

The reddish light from the candles cast shadows on his silky gray hair, and a tired expression began to creak over his face, but as always your mentor remained focused on what he was doing. The sharp sound of the quill scratching the paper echoed in the room, muttering to himself as he worked on something.

Smiling, you approached him.

"Solly, how about you rest with me for a bit?" You handed him the steaming cup of tea, hiding a smile when you saw him start, already taking a place in the armchair next to his.

He looked up from his parchments, completely taken aback by your presence, but a goofy smile danced across his lips. "Oh, honey, you read my mind. What did I do to deserve you?"

You laughed at his comment and drank your tea in slow sips, enjoying the liquid that slowly warmed your body. The silence for both of you was more than welcome, there was something incredibly intimate about just sitting next to him and enjoying his presence and he felt the same, you could tell by the way his mouth curved into a smile and his eyes closed.

Curious, you pointed to the manuscripts that rested on his desk. "What are you doing this time?"

Solomon smiled mysteriously, his piercing gaze fixed on you. "Working to fix small errors in a spell I'm creating."

You wanted to ask what kind of spell it was or what it was for, but Solomon loved his little mysteries and would never give you an answer until he was finished. Instead, you changed the subject. "Well, leave that for later I prepared a picnic for us and I'm going to take you whether you want it or not." You declared proudly.

You had planned everything from a to z. On any other day you would have to help the brothers and put up with being dragged into their shenanigans, but not today, today you would guide Solomon to a beautiful clearing behind Cocytus Hall where you would have a picnic and then, well, you would think of something to lengthen the day spent with him.

Any moment spent with him would be incredible. Just like it was when you heard him tell stories of his adventures before you went to sleep or when his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer in the early hours of the morning, hearts beating together and him very gently drying your tears after a nightmare or the longing of being to far in the past from your home.

Here he had become your safe haven, your own guardian that protected you from everything and loved you greatly.

"Grab your cloak and meet me outside." You left a small kiss on his cheek before standing up, booping his nose and laughing at his lovestruck expression.

You were very sweet to him. That was probably what Solomon thought as he threw his cloak over his shoulders, finished drinking his tea, and walked out of his office, abandoning all his work.

His birthday had no meaning to him. Henever got to celebrate as a child and the date didn't value anything for him now, but Solomon was more than happy to follow you around and be able to receive your attention without having to share it with anyone. He was selfish when it came to you, every look, every word, every smile, Solomon likes to be on the receiving end of all of this and more.

If anyone else had disrupted when he was working, he would promptly ignore them. But it was you, sweet you that, so without thinking twice, he followed you. Along the way you held his hand, sometimes pointing to a cloud that had a funny shape and making him laugh.

The clearing was different from other places you had seen in Devildom. It was like a haven of silver light that illuminated every little corner its rays touched, dancing between the leaves of the tall trees, creating a play of soft shadows on the ground covered in a mix of soft grass and wildflowers. It was perfect, just like you wanted Solomon's day to be.

You placed the basket full of food on the floor and turned to look at him tenderly, watching surprise spread across his face before gaining appreciation and excitement. His surprise was evident on his face, but it quickly melted away, replaced by appreciation and excitement. You had meticulously planned this and seeing his reaction filled you with joy.

With a gentle smile, you gestured for him to join you on the soft blanket spread out under a oak tree. As he settled beside you, his eyes sparkled with gratitude and affection. You couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth at the sight of his happiness and lovestruck expression.

"Sometimes I forget how good it feels to take a break and just enjoy the moment," Solomon admitted softly. The smile on his lips made your heart jump inside your ribcage and smile too.

The world had failed to give him a nice birthday party so you hoped that being there with you would be enough to show him how important he was to you. There were many things you still wanted to tell him, that you wanted to show, for now you worried about filling his glass with juice.

"Well, in that case I have to start getting you out of your office more." You smiled.

Together, you shared the delicious food you had prepared, savoring each bite as you basked in the tranquility of the peaceful surroundings and the soft song only birds could sing. The shy moon cast a silvery glow over you two just like you planned.

As the afternoon drifted lazily by, you found yourselves lost in conversation, laughter, and shared memories. The worries of the world seemed to fade away, replaced by the simple joy of being together in this god forsaken timeline where you are trapped. But for as long Solomon could hold you like this you would be content.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

A/N: Even though I prefer Steve to be Eddie's bisexual awakening, I'm also a sucker for any kind of bisexual awakening story. I still laugh at myself in a silly way because it was obvious, and I missed my own bisexual signs. Of course, my dad knew. And I love Robin knowing and Steve coming out to her on the floor of the bathroom. This was supposed to be short. 😆

Steve was helping Eddie get settled in his guest bedroom as he needed a place to stay while he healed from his bat bites. Steve had offered up his place considering how much room he had, and he had wanted to help Eddie. Speaking of Eddie. . .he was currently blinking sleepily at Steve with a goofy smile on his face.

"Hi, Stevie," Eddie giggled.

Yeah, he was definitely high on pain meds.

"Hi, Eddie," Steve said with a grin.

"I want to thank you," Eddie laughed.

"It's not a problem. You're one of us now, so you're welcome here anytime," Steve said.

"Not about that," Eddie whined. "I want to thank you for, you know, bringing me back to life with a kiss. I guess that makes you my sweet prince, huh? My Prince Charming."

"First of all, it was CPR. Second of all, I'm no prince," Steve said with scoff, his cheeks turning red.

"Come here so I can tell you thank you, you haven't let me yet," Eddie pouted.

Steve leaned in closer. Eddie booped his nose and giggled. Eddie stared at him with his big brown doe eyes wider than Steve has ever seen them. He looked crazy but for some reason it made him smile.

"I'm waiting," Steve said. "Where's my thank you?"

Eddie grabbed him by the face and pulled him in for a kiss. Steve braced himself by placing his hand on the headboard near Eddie's head. Without thinking, Steve deepened the kiss as though his lips had a mind of his own. Suddenly, Eddie opened his mouth and let Steve slip his tongue inside. That's when Steve realized what he was doing. First of all, Eddie was high. Second of all, he was a fucking guy! Eddie looked at him in amazement.

"Thank you," Eddie whispered, and his eyes fluttered closed.

Steve calmly walked out of the bedroom, leaving Eddie to sleep. He walked downstairs and into the kitchen, where he promptly freaked out. He and Eddie kissed. Not only that. . .they French kissed! His tongue was in Eddie's mouth, and he liked it. He really fucking liked it. Oh, shit. He needed Robin, but that would mean outing Eddie, that is, if Eddie even knew about himself. Okay, maybe he could figure this out himself.

There was no way around it. He definitely liked Eddie and probably has for a while. He thought back to high school when Eddie would give those speeches, and Steve's eyes would automatically follow him. Sometimes, his eyes would look Eddie up and down, following up his legs to the way his jeans hugged him to the belt at his waist. Steve had thought that he was just judging him, being a stereotypical bully. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that it wasn't just Eddie he looked at. It was also Tommy. He looked at their lips the same way he looked at girls' lips and looked at the fit of guys' jeans the way he looked at girls. In the back of his mind, he just thought that his eyes wondered restlessly.

Suddenly, he heard the front door open, and Robin came bouncing into the kitchen. His eyes widened when he saw her.

"Thought I would check on you, see if you need help taking care of the big bad metalhead," Robin said.

"Did you know?!" Steve asked. "Jesus, maybe we are telepathically connected!"

"You know what, you've lost me," Robin said.

"That I'm freaking out!" Steve exclaimed.

"Whatcha freaking about, babe?" Robin asked him.

Steve grabbed her hand and dragged her down to the bathroom that was in the basement. He plopped down on the floor and motioned for her to sit across from him.

"I like both, and I think I've always liked both, but I didn't really think about it, or I didn't want to think about it. I know about it, but I didn't think it applied to me, that it could apply to me. You know?" Steve asked.

"I'm afraid that I don't know. You're going to have to spell it out for me. You like both what?" She asked softly.

"I like girls," Steve said with a pause. "And I like guys."

"First of all, thank you for telling me," Robin said, placing her hands on his shoulder. "And second of all, please don't get mad, but I knew about you."

"You knew?" Steve asked quietly.

"Please," she said with a scoff. "Like I don't know my best friend? Why do you think that I have been casually mentioning that if Bowie was my friend that he would still be my friend no matter what he liked?"

"I honestly thought you were just trying to tell me you were a huge fan of Bowie," Steve said.

Robin cupped his face and squeezed his cheeks. Her eyes were filled with tears of joy.

"My sweet bisexual dingus," Robin said affectionately. "I'm also a big fan of Bowie, but not as big of a fan as I am of my platonic soul mate."

Steve sniffled and hugged Robin tightly.

"Thanks," Steve whispered. "And thank you for not pushing me."

"It was something you had to figure out for yourself, babe," Robin said. "And all I did was gently nudge you in the direction you were already walking towards. You just had to take off the blindfold you put on yourself."

"Thanks, babe."

A few days later, Eddie started to use the pain medication less and less. He finally had a day where he was more lucid, and Steve was sitting beside his bed, fiddling with the thread on the comforter.

"I have to ask, did I do or say anything weird while I was on the meds?" Eddie asked.

Steve looked up, raising an eyebrow, his cheeks turning red.

"Do you want God's honest truth?" Steve asked.

"Nah, I want Satan's honest truth," Eddie said with a grin, and Steve giggled. "That's what I like about you. You laugh at my stupid little jokes. You and Dustin both."

"I like your stupid little jokes," Steve said and took his hand, rubbing circles into his skin. "You thanked me for giving you CPR."

"Huh?" Eddie asked.

"Well, actually, you thanked me for bringing you back to life with a kiss. When you were high on pain meds," Steve said.

"Well, that's not too bad," Eddie said.

"You called me your prince charming," Steve said.

"Oh damn it," Eddie said, rubbing his forehead.

"You also grabbed me and kissed me," Steve said gently.

"What?!" Eddie asked, his eyes. "Shit, man, I'm sorry! I totally get it if you don't want me around, which judging from what I've seen about you, you wouldn't do that, but still, there's this irrational part of me that's afraid that you're going to do it even though I know that you won't. Look, man, I totally would understand if you can't handle being kissed by someone like me, It would make anyone uncomfortable! FUCK! You must hate me now."

"Eddie! I kissed you back!" Steve yelled over him.

"You did what now?" Eddie asked.

"When you kissed me, I kissed you back. We kind of made out, actually, but I pulled back when I remembered that you were high and it wasn't fair. I mean, I would understand it if you didn't want me around because I totally accidentally took advantage of you," Steve said.

"Did you - did you want to kiss me back?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, I wouldn't have if I didn't want to kiss you," Steve said. "Do you think that if you hadn't been high that you still would have wanted to kiss me?"

Eddie looked down, realizing that Steve was still holding his hand. He watched as the other man traced patterns into his skin.

"Yeah. I would have still wanted to kiss you, man," Eddie said.

"You know, it made me wake up. . .the kiss," Steve said. "I don't know why it took me so long to realize that I also liked guys or to realize that I totally had a crush on you in high school. When you made your speeches, I was checking you out, and I just thought that I was being super judgemental. I thought I was being an asshole."

"That's why you were staring at me?! I thought you were being an asshole too!" Eddie laughed.

"Shut up, man," Steve laughed.

He started down at their hands, watching as Eddie wrapped his fingers around Steve’s hand. Eddie started rubbing his thumb in circles over Steve’s skin.

"Wanna make out?" Eddie asked.

Steve's head snapped up, his eyes wide.

"Really?"

"Seems only fair. I kind of need a reminder," Eddie said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Okay."

Steve climbed onto the bed next to Eddie and supported himself on his elbow to hover over Eddie delicately. Eddie grabbed his hips, pulling him close to him so Steve was lying halfway on top of him. Steve looked at him in concern, but Eddie grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Steve relaxed against him, deepening the kiss but still being careful of both of their wounds. They made out for a while until Eddie got tired, and Steve relaxed into the crook of his arm, resting his head on his shoulders. Eddie squeezed his hip.

"You got child bearing hips, you know that?" Eddie muttered sleepily. "S'not fair."

Steve laughed as Eddie nodded off to sleep. Steve closed his eyes, content, and drifted off to sleep. They didn't wake up until the next morning, the light drifting in and enveloping them like a warm blanket. Steve and Eddie blinked sleepily at each other, completely unaware of their surroundings. Steve kissed Eddie's shoulder and then leaned over to place a kiss on his lips.

"Oh my god!"

Eddie and Steve were suddenly more awake when they realized that there were people in the room. Dustin, Mike, Will, Lucas, Max, and El were all staring at them.

"Steve, did you mean to kiss Eddie?" Dustin asked slowly.

"Um. . ."

Suddenly, Robin burst into the room, breathing heavily.

"There you are! You assholes are fast! What are you doing in here?" Robin asked.

"We were waiting for them to wake up," Lucas said.

"Okay, well, that's not creepy at all," Robin said sarcastically. "Get out! Out!"

Robin started screaming and grabbing ears to get them out. Of course, Will and El didn't need any encouragement. They were the first ones out of the room.

"So, that happened," Eddie grinned. "Who knew Robin could be so scary?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry about them," Steve said.

"Nah, man, I get it. After everything that's happened, I get how hard it is to have boundaries. You just want to hold onto people so tightly because you're afraid of losing them," Eddie said and paused. "By the way, thanks for letting me and Wayne stay here. When he's not working, he's by my side. He needs a break, though, from worrying about me. I love that man."

"He's been great to have around. You're lucky to have him," Steve said with a smile.

"You know, play your cards right he could be your uncle one day too," Eddie said slyly.

"Slow your roll there, Speedy," Steve laughed. "I haven't even taken you on a date yet."

"You gonna treat me real nice, Stevie?" Eddie asked.

"You bet your sweet little ass I am," Steve smiled, and Eddie kissed him, then tucked his head into his shoulder as he started playing with Steve’s hand.

"So, what are we going to do about the kids?" Eddie asked. "Do we play this off?"

"Well, I trust them with my life. They've proved that, so I think that I would feel comfortable telling them, but this is your relationship too, so it's up to you," Steve said.

"I trust them too," Eddie said softly.

Steve sat up and then helped Eddie sit up.

"Hey, Robin!" Steve yelled.

"You think she's just waiting out in the hall?" Eddie asked.

A second later, Robin popped her head in.

"Yeah?"

"You can let the nosy shits in now," Steve said.

"Hey, nosy shits! Your daddies want to see you!" Robin called.

"Jeeze! Don't call us that!"

"Okay! Hey, nosy shits, your mommies want to see you!"

"Don't call us that either!"

"Okay. Hey, nosy shits, your pseudo older brothers who sometimes act as your parental units want to see you!" Robin yelled. "I'm running out of things to call you."

"How about you just call us by our names, Robin?!" Steve exclaimed.

"Umm. . . .no!"

The kids came brushing past Robin, and she scowled at them as she leaned against the door.

"Just so you know, if you totally meant to kiss Eddie, we just want you to know that we totally support you. I mean, I, for one, think it's cool, and I knew you guys would get along," Dustin started to ramble, and Robin coughed loudly. "Right, we love you both and totally accept you."

"Love is a strong wrong," Max said. "I don't hate you guys, so there's that."

"Really? Who was it in the hospital that said they thought Steve, Eddie, and Robin were some of the coolest people you knew?" Dustin asked.

"I was on pain meds for my broken arm," Max hissed.

"Aw, Red," Eddie said, scrunching up his nose and made cooing noises at her.

"You think I'm cool?" Robin asked.

"You're dead, Roast Beef," Max said to Dustin, her cheeks red.

"Anyway," Dustin said, rolling his eyes. "We thought we would show our support by making breakfast in bed for you guys. Except Mike, he's staying far away from the stove."

"What? Why?" Mike asked.

"El told us you tried to make her waffles from scrap last summer. There wasn't an ounce of yellow on them. If we want ash for breakfast, we'll come to you," Dustin replied.

El giggled, Mike rolled his eyes, and Will struggled to hide his laughter. Robin clapped her hands and ushered them out.

"It's astounding how they can be loving and at the same time, gigantic assholes," Eddie said fondly.

"They're teenagers. Every teenager is an asshole," Steve said just as fondly.

"What are you talking about?" Eddie asked as he leaned against Steve. "I was a complete saint, still am."

Steve gave him a look, and then Eddie started laughing. At some point, they both nodded off and had been sleeping soundly against each other until they heard a loud yell from the kitchen.

"MIKE, STEP AWAY FROM THE STOVE AND I SWEAR I WON'T SMACK YOU WITH THIS SPATULA! EL, COME GET YOUR BOYFRIEND!" Dustin yelled, and there was a pause. "YOU BROKE UP WITH HIM?! THIS IS BRAND NEW INFORMATION!"

"DUSTIN! THE PANCAKES!" Max shrieked.

"It sounds like things are going well down there," Eddie snickered.

Soon, the door opened, and Robin came in first. She tossed a Polaroid into Steve’s lap.

"Trust me, you're going to need it," Robin said and stepped aside to let them in.

The kids came in, and they were all covered in flower. Steve laughed and took a picture of them. Dustin placed one tray in front of Steve while El placed the other tray in front of Eddie.

"Thanks, sweetheart," Eddie said, rubbing her flour covered head, and she giggled.

Eddie and Steve took a bite at the same time. They both shared a look as they struggled to swallow and hide their look of disgust. Apparently, they did a poor job of hiding it because Robin grabbed the Polaroid and took a picture of their faces.

"What's wrong?" Dustin asked.

"It's just. . .," Steve trailed off.

"Salty," Eddie finished. "Why the hell is it salty?"

"Salty? It's supposed to be sugar!" Dustin exclaimed and turned to Lucas. "Explain!"

"I thought it said salt!" Lucas defended himself.

"You need glasses!" Dustin exclaimed.

Steve laughed as he watched them squabble and turned to Eddie.

"Welcome to the party," Steve grinned, and Eddie laughed, kissing him deeply.

"Thank you."

[natashasbitxh]

Okay so for people in diff timezones, it's around 4am on the 13th April for me, so the 11th was about two days ago

But I've been meaning to make a little post

Thursday marked the year anniversary of Smosh's tntl with Starkid. Now I know to some that means absolutely nothing, but to me it's a little special because this means I've now been a proper smosh fan and on smoshblr for around a year now☹️

I would say I REALLY became apart of smoshblr around November when I became shaynse anon and I don't want to sound cringey but I actually believe that I have changed quite a bit since then blogwise and even personalitywise even though its been a couple of months

I guess I just wanted to make a post to say from the bottom of my heart thank you, the mutuals and anons I've gained the past couple of months is a lot compared to me pre shaynse anon. I really found my footing on tumblr and gained a lot more confidence all thanks to this little community 🙂

I will never forget shaynse day, its still CRAZY to me that even one person thought of me, never mind multiple. I remember when that happened (people reaching out to me), I was giddy for days and I was ready to explode because I had nobody in real life to talk to it about😭 So thank you SO much

To anybody that has even liked or reblogged a post of mine, thank you. To anybody that has clicked on my blog and had a little look around, thank you. To anybody that has given me a follow or sent in an ask, THANK YOU. I know it seems small, but even a little interaction truly makes my day. I love this little corner of the internet☹️🫶

Theres a few mutual that I absolutely HAVE to thank, because you guys truly are such a big part of tumblr for me.

(Now, please understand that these are people specific to SMOSHBLR🙏)

@jovenshires, hi bestie🙂 you've genuinely done SO much for me since I sent that silly little ask to you, indirectly or not. I definitely don't think I'd have my little place on smoshblr without you, shaynse anon was A MOMENT. I still think about the Christmas gift you gave to me daily, it genuinely warms my heart sm that you'd think to create something for me☹️ AND YOU THOUGHT OF IT WHILE I WAS STILL ONLY A LITTLE ANON☹️ Thank you SO much for helping me be welcomed into this space🫶

@lilac-hecox, I don't think we've directly spoken a lot? But we interact with eachother quite a bit, and ur blog?? OBSESSED. Anyway recent memory on April 1st I just remember booping the HELL out of ur page and u booping just as much back😭🫶

@wallpaper-inside-my-heart, I genuinely think about the smoshblr december asks SO MUCH. That was such a sweet thing for you to do and I rlly think it brought the fandom sm closer, and it was so kind how you acknowledged like almost everybody's posts almost EVERYDAY. It was so fun talking to you abt our interests🫶

@ancientvamp, hello to my shaynse SOLDIER OMG🫶 We both fill up the shaynse tag SM and I LOVE IT😭 Ur like my no.1 shaynse blog probably, like sometimes I feel we are SO on the same wavelength. I just think ur rlly neat!! 🫶

@bomikalover, HELLO TO ANOTHER SHAYNSE SOLDIER!!! My shaynse bestie!! Your edits are SOOO iconic, and I'm so happy to have been able to let you know chanse saw ur edit, that was literally insane and I was so happy for u☹️ ur just so 🫶🫶🫶

now there are SO MANY PEOPLE I'd LOVE to tag, but I thought I'd narrow it down to just a few that I've properly interacted with. To any mutuals that see this, please don't take offense, not my intention AT ALL!!! In fact, HI HI HI!!! If you'd like, PLEASE reach out or interact with me!! I'd always love to communicate, whether that's in reblogs, comments etc!!

I do actually have a project I want to do as an almost celebration, but I kinda had to scrap and restart my whole idea because it wasn't going how I wanted😭 so bear with! And also I'll probably do something for the anniversary of shaynse day, cause why not🤷‍♀️

ANYWAY, long story short THANK YOU to all and to smoshblr for being such a welcoming and sweet area on the Internet when everywhere else is often not🫶

-love, shaynse anon

[lowlevelkoboldadventures]

Another kobold appears in your archieve and asks you about sensivity kobold body parts

Oh my goodness!!! Welcome to the archives, fellow kobold! I saw you with a big stack of notes earlier, I'm so happy to have so much you enjoyed!!! 🙏🥹 (I LOVE THE ART BTW!!! The shade you use as the background is very easy to look at without being blinded, which actually relates really well to your question!!! =D)

Kobolds tend to be very sensitive creatures, though what those sensitivities include varies from kobold to kobold! Here are some of the more common trends:

Most ground/cave dwelling kobolds have dark-vision, though this often comes with a sensitivity to light that most other dark-vision-having races do not suffer from.

Many cave dwelling kobolds also have a sense of smell that can pick up on even the faintest trace of ore in the air as they mine! Some sources say that this makes them the fantasy world's #1 miners, even above mountain dwarves!

As for the general body, kobolds often love to be pet, and do not typically have any "danger zones" to avoid when petting them (like petting a cat's belly). Some can feel vibrations in the floor after having lived so long in caves, which helps them tell where a neighboring tunnel may be, or if unseen danger is imminent!

Kobolds that spend their time in the company of dragons often come with a bit of extra resilience, which allows them to be bapped, booped, bit, pinched, or squashed by dragons much bigger than them without causing any harm.

Also, many people I've met associate the idea of having scales to being unable to feel touch as well, but this is not true! Even the toughest hide of scales can often feel even the lightest touches, kind of like how turtles and tortoises do!

That's all I have for now on this, but if you or anyone else want more specifics, feel free to hit my asks again! I love responding to questions, and I love seeing so many people so curious too!!! Hope you are having a wonderful day, you're welcome to stop by any time!!! ✨🙏😋✨

[redtaylorsversiongirlie]

real sweet, but i wish you were sober - r. lupin

summary; you tell several nice things to remus, even confess your love to him. but he wishes you were sober.

warnings; nothing really, maybe remus being KINDA an asshole, but we still <3 him

a/n; pt 2

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you and sirius swayed your bodies to the beat to the music. his hands were on your waist as yours were wrapped around his neck.

people, at the sight of you, would think you two shag on daily basis, but that was not true at all as you both were interested in someone else. and well, sirius's interest was not someone who identified as a woman.

suddenly, you almost fell. you would if sirius didn't catch you in time.

"oh, love, you okay?" he asked.

"ouch," you whined in pain, the leg you hurted leaving the ground. "i knew i shouldn't wear those heels! curse you, black!"

he chuckled. "who would have thought you'd walk so ridiculously in them!"

you glared up at him as his smile faded.

"right," he coughed. "do you want me to help you to the sofa?"

"no, i'll be okay."

"okay," he blew you a kiss and went back to dancing. now he joined mary and marlene.

you rolled your eyes and made your way over to the sofa, where remus was sitting, on one leg and jumping.

"hello," you smiled and sat down, throwing your legs over his lap.

he smiled back. "are you enjoying yourself?"

"i do, yes," you said and then frowned. "but you don't much, do you?"

he took a sip of the beer in his hand. "i'm not really in mood to party and dance."

"wanna dance with me?" you asked hopefully.

"you know i'd love to, bun, but you barely walk. i advice you to go to your dorm and rest. do you want me to help you upstairs?"

you pouted. "but i'm having so much fun! besides, i could get upstairs perfectly by myself without any problems."

"sure you could." he stood up and before you knew it, you were in his arms. he was carrying you upstairs in a bridal style, making you giggle.

he smiled at the happy sound you let out.

you admired his side profile. "you have a very cute nose."

and when he turned his face to face you, you booped it. he furrowed his eyebrows as the corners of his mouth turned upwards. after he turned his face away, you kissed his cheek.

if it was more light, you would see him blushing.

after he walked to you dorm, he walked over your bed, he carefully put you on it and then searched in your wardrobe for something you could wear.

"moony, you're so kind," your head hit the pillow as you put your hands above your head.

he hummed.

he turned to you, now holding an oversized t-shirt.

"do you need help with changing your clothes or are you capable of doing it yourself?" he asked.

you grinned. "at least you're respectful even if you want to take my clothes off."

his eyes widened. "wha– no, i—"

"relax, moony," you took the clothes out of his hands and ruffled his hair. "i would let you do that."

remus was speachless.

he watched you taking off your dress, leaving you only in your underwear. he then looked at his feet instead, because although he knew you wanted him to watch, you were drunk.

you then called his name.

"y-yeah?"

"i'm too pissed to unclasp my bra," you said. remus already knew where this was going. "would you be kind enough to do it for me?"

"uh, can't you do it yourself?

"please?" you showed him your puppy eyes

with shaky legs, remus stood up and walked closer to you. with trembling hands, he reached for your bra and carefully unclasp it. his touch gave you chills.

"thank you, a kind soul."

"yeah," he replied. "you're welcome," he paused. "i can go now, can't i?"

he was about to walk away but you reached for his hand.

"can you stay here with me, please?" you saw he hesitated. "i don't bite."

remus chuckled. "well, i do."

"only once a month," you smiled and lead him in to your bed. you two were now lying next to each other.

you wrapped your arm around his waist and he carefully did the same while keeping his other arm under your head.

you nuzzled your face into his sweather and took in the scent.

you sighed happily. "you smell really nice."

poor boy was a blushing mess. "uh, thanks."

you sighed again, not happily this time. "why are you so oblivious to my feelings?"

his eyes widened as he lifted his head to properly look at you. "what do you mean, y/n? have i done something to hurt you?"

you shook your head. "no," you paused. "i really like you, y'know?"

"i- i really like you too."

you looked up at him, shaking your head again. "you are misunderstanding me. i love you, remus."

"what?

"i fell for you and your stupid charm," you explained, your heart beating fast. "all i want to do is kiss you. is that too muc—"

"you're drunk, y/n—"

"at least i know what i am saying if that's what you're implying to. ask sirius, i told him everything!"

"then tell me again tommorow! those things you said are real sweet, but i wish you were sober!"

you sat up, obviously angry. "don't you get it, remus? i don't have the courage to confess when i'm sober, so don't expect me to do so."

"fine!" he got up from the bed. "then don't.

remus was walking to the door when you yelled,

"fine, i won't!"

with that, he close the door behind him, leaving you alone in the dark room.

[howlingday]

A Big RWBY Party

Yang: Hey! Hi! How's it going? Welcome to the party! Come on in!

Weiss: Ugh... Why did we agree to this?

Blake: Yang said it would be a great way to meet new people.

Weiss: Jaune isn't going to be here, is he?

Ruby: No. He had a thing going on already.

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Jaune: (Sleeping)

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Yang: Hey, how's it goin'? You enjoyin' the party?

"Fan": Hardly. This party is so boring?

Yang: Oh, really? What's wrong?

"Fan": This music is so loud and obnoxious, you could probably replace it with anything from the Sonic the Hedgehog games. It's also really annoying that it's always made by the same two people.

Yang: Uh-huh... Well, uh, I'll check the song list and see what else we got in the ol' music library.

"Fan": Whatever. It's not there's anything good to do with the music anyways.

Yang: ...

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Blake: Hey, uh, how's the food?

"Fan": Terrible. It's all the same crap.

Blake: ...It is?

"Fan": It's either something so salty, it might as well be a bowl of salt, or it's so fluffy that I'd rather be eating a pillow.

Blake: Uh...

"Fan": And more than half of them are just bananas! Like, there's other fruits out there people can eat!

Blake: ...What bananas? Where?

"Fan": Ugh, and don't get me started on these "thirst" traps!

Blake: ...You mean the punch?

"Fan": You just know whoever made these are just hiding behind the "it's implied" excuse. We all know you're a pervert, so just admit it and jump off a bridge and die! Ugh!

Blake: ...What the hell just happened?

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Nora: I love you, Ren~.

Ren: I love you, too, Nora. (Pokes her nose) Boop.

"Fan": UUUUUUGH! CRIIIINGE!

Weiss: Hey! What the hell is your problem?!

"Fan": This is so forced it hurts to look at! There's no way they should end up together!

Weiss: And who are you to decide that?

"Fan": Soneone who clearly understands how the real world works. Unlike SOME of us.

Weiss: What are you talking about?

"Fan": She was pining after him for years, and the only thing they have in common is their shared trauma. That is not any kind of healthy relationship. It's called enabling each other's flaws.

Weiss: Wh-

"Fan": Also, you are a shitty person because you didn't just stab Jaune when he couldn't take the hint.

Weiss: Why would I-?!

"Fan": Jaune was a stalker and you didn't tell anyone. Just like you didn't tell anyone that Velvet was being bullied.

Weiss: That was years ago!

"Fan": And what have you done now to fix it?

Weiss: I-

"Fan": Whatever. I'm done associating myself with someone who refuses to acknowledge that they're a terrible person.

Weiss: ...

Nora: You okay, Weiss?

Ren: What an absolute-

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Ruby: Come on, midnight... I want these people to leave.

"Fan": And you.

Ruby: Huh?

"Fan": You are the worst, most sorry excuse of a character I have ever met.

Ruby: I am?

"Fan": First off, your look is so cliché, it hurts. Red Riding Hood with a gun? Real original. Also, what are you, fourteen? You shouldn't even be near these people, let alone going on the same adventures as them. You're a liar and a fraud, just like that idiot Jaune; you just cheated your way into school. The big difference is that you did it by breaking the law and being a vigilante who should have just let the police do their job. But with a thug like your sister, who breaks into bars under the legal drinking age and sexually assaults grown men before destroying their business without getting any punishment because her tits are somehow fatter than her head, I'd say it's no wonder.

Ruby: ...

"Fan": Of course, it's not she's the only bad influence in your life. Your deadbeat dad was a womanizer who got what was coming to him, and your uncle is an alcoholic mess who had to change his voice because he didn't know the meaning of the words, "no" and "stop".

Ruby: Hm...

"Fan": And finally, your "accomplishments" are so forced that you might as well change your name to Mary-Ann Susan. Everything just has to go ypur way because you know how the world works. You want to be so much like your mommy, but you don't want to put in the effort to actually better yourself.

Ruby: I see.

"Fan": You, your friends, this party, and everything you touch becomes a bigger and bigger trash fire the more you stick your nose into it, no matter how much you and your racist, sexist, homophobic "friends" try to make it better. You're a disgrace to your mother, and an abomination to your father.

Ruby: ...

"Fan": ...

Ruby: ...Are you done?

"Fan": I... I had some other things to say, but I can't remember them right now.

Ruby: Okay. I think I get what you're saying. Honestly, some of that stuff does kinda make sense when you think about it.

"Fan": Really?

Ruby: Mhm. But I also think you should leave.

"Fan": What?! Oh, I get it! You're trying to silence me because I'm telling the truth!

Ruby: No, I'm asking you to leave because you came to this party, but instead of just enjoying it for what it is, all you've done since you showed up is complain without offering anything actually constructive as criticism. This is a party for people to have fun, and you showing up, making fun of it, and then acting like you know how things should but not offering anything except even more criticism is just... dumb. Like, really, really dumb.

Ruby: They're here to have fun. And we're here for their fun, too. Because we believe in the message they all believe in, too. And that's why we're here. To make it better.

"Fan": I...

Fan: Can I stay? Just a little longer?

Ruby: If you promise not to be such jerk anymore, then I'm okay with it.

Fan: Yeah. I want to make it better, too.

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"Now I know as I say this, there will be some [viewers] saying that they think [creator] doesn't have quality or quantity and that everything [they] do is wrong. People will often disguise their comments as 'constructive criticism' even though they word in a way that isn't just mean, but as pompous, and often to prop themselves up as some sort of authority because of their own experience while also disregarding the experience of the actual successful creator of multiple shows with millions of fans worldwide."

- Deep Cut, Cartoon Universe

[mrsbsmooth]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @rebelrayne! @longbobmckenzie tagged me in the body of hers too so I’ll take it.

How many works do you have on ao3?

82 right now, but I’ve orphaned a few recently

What’s your total ao3 word count?

1,220,982. I’ve got about another 30-40k words in WIP documents right now, so almost one-amd-a-quarter million words 😨

What fandoms do you write for?

Love Island the Game, Too Hot to Handle game, Harry Potter (Dramione exclusive), Romance Club (Heaven’s Secret)

Top five fics by Kudos

Tell Me What You Want (HP)

This Time, I’m Serious

Jaded

Unhealthy

Kinktober 2022

TIL that my Harry Potter fic has overtaken TTIS even though TTIS has more hits.

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! There were a few on TTIS I missed that it would be awkward to reply to because it was so long ago, but I make a point of trying to reply to every comment.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The only sad ending I’ve ever written was the first chapter of Jaded which was originally done as a oneshot.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Welcome To Racers. They got the whole shebang. Love me a happily ever after.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not recently. I’ve had hate for my portrayals of Alex, Lucas, and Suresh. But I haven’t had any nasty anon comments in ages which is lovely.

Do you write smut?

Yeah it's kinda my thing.

Craziest crossover:

I don’t know if I’ve done many crossovers… maybe Bruno and Miri Make a Porno or All I Want for Christmas is You which is a hetero take on Red White and Royal blue?

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but I think I would probably die of happiness.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I HAVE! All’s Fair in Casa Amor was written with my beautiful friends @i-boop-you and @crimswnred !!!!!!

All time favourite ship?

Dramione (new fave) but for LITG? Hard question because our fandom is so built around an MC. But with two canon characters? I secretly love a Bruno/Valentina. Also love Hope/Lucas. They just WORK.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

It’s gotta be Recovery. I have the whole thing planned in my head but I just have no motivation to write it at all. Other than that, I don’t see myself finishing Famous Last Words any time soon. If I was going to finish it I’d take it down and rewrite it to make it fully OF.

What are your writing strengths?

Smut probably, I’m not bad at it. I feel like my narrative pacing is alright, and my prose is decent despite it being really inconsistent.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I rely too much on dialogue. I miss all the little body language bits leading up to an important line that could take it from an ‘aww that’s sad’ to a ‘holy fuck I’m sobbing’. Luckily I have wonderful beta’s who help me with this.

But more than anything, characterisation. Forming a fully fleshed out character before I start the story. I struggle with it. I’ve always felt like I’m more of a storyteller, (a plot person) more than a deep dive into a character’s psyche kind of person. I love reading character driven stories though, but I think it’s something that comes with writing experience. I haven’t actually been writing for that long and I think I’m getting better at it, but it’s still a weak point.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I sometimes forget that people don’t like this. I LOVE it. I do try and use it sparingly though. It’s so nice to see a character conversing with someone in their native language. I try and put the English dialogue in brackets or italics unless it's rather clear what they're saying (like swearing).

First fandom you wrote in?

LITG

Favourite fic you've written?

I, like Sarah, absolutely hate this question. My fics are my children. I like some of them more than others, though (I never claimed to be the world's best mother). But I love them for different reasons.

I love Welcome to Racers because it was my first AU. I loved The Only Two Things because I got to create an entire world, an entire city for my characters (Yes I'm aware Waterford, Ireland is a real place but God, I loved that story so much). TT,IS was the first fic I started and it gave me the friends I have today and the amount of people who tell me it's S4 canon just makes my whole life. Jaded was something different. It was a challenge to myself and I'm so proud of it. Unhealthy has been the most difficult to write, but it's also pushed me the hardest in my development of characters. FLW has been so much fun because I get to dive back into my music roots, urghhhhhh. Love.

I don't care if it's narcissistic. I re-read my fics on a regular basis. They're perfectly tailored to my taste. I love doing a nice re-read and sprinkling in a few extra details with liberal use of the edit button. If there was someone who knew my fics as well as I did, they'd get something a little bit different on every read. Might just be a line or two, might be a thought or a reaction, but I love to add and tweak and tinker with them all.

Love.

tagging: @i-boop-you @crimswnred @ellegreenwxy @tammyisobsessedwith @operationnope @sparxaf @eskiix

[darling-rosey]

Lost Boy

Warning!! There's references to abuse of a minor in this, along with injuries as a result of the abuse described. Please be careful reading or skip entirely!

(The title is in reference to Peter Pan and Ruth B's song! The Mc is female coded!)

Wally Darling & Reader.

You're visiting your elderly neighbor and she's found some old tapes from her cartoon collection! An old children's show called Welcome Home.

"Oh, what perfect timing you have, Dear!" Grams exclaims as you nervously peak into her apartment from the door. "Come in, come in! I'm sure this is something you'll be interested in!" 

You do, quietly shutting the door behind yourself and shuffling over to the kind of smaller box your elderly neighbor is looking through. 

Grams isn't your actual grandma, you've never met either of your actual grandparents from either side of your family. Though you can't say you've met too many people in your short five years on this planet to begin with. But Grams just told you to call her that, since saying her actual name was proving difficult for you. She's a sweet old lady, who lets you stay for days on end in her apartment when things in yours are getting a bit too much. Says you remind her of her own kids and grandkids in every way except personality. Mostly. 

She actually enjoys having you around, unlike your parents. 

"This is all from an old show that was on back in the 70s," Grams tells you, pulling some things out of the box. You lean on the arm of the couch to get a peak, seeing it's a few old VHS tapes. A lot of Grams' cartoons are recorded on VHS though, so it's not much of a surprise. "I liked watching it with my kids when they were just young babies. I'd say my oldest was even younger than you when the show first started airing. I had forgotten all about it!" 

You know Grams likes cartoons, her hobby as she tells you. She has a lot of cartoons recorded on VHS tapes, which she first got into so she could record shows for her kids. She has old Winnie the Pooh cartoons, Looney Tunes, Mickey Mouse shorts and the House of Mouse, Tom and Jerry, Josie and the Pussycats, old Betty Boop cartoons, the retro My Little Pony ones, Scooby Doo, The Powerpuff Girls, and just about any oldie cartoons you can think of. She's apparently gotten some off of some network called Boomerang, the Hanna-Barbera cartoons. She's also collected some of the stuff they'd sell for them over the years, toys and mugs mostly.

She's watched some of the newer cartoons too and said she's found quite a few of them rather entertaining and good, but the oldies will always hold a special place in her old heart. 

It's surprising she'd forget about a cartoon with how much she loves them. 

You lean a bit closer to peak into what else is in the box, but jump back when Grams looks over at you again. 

"Would you like to watch this today?" She asks. You timidly nod, Grams shakily standing up with the help of the couch's arm. You come around and climb onto the couch while she puts the VHS into the player. 

You glance towards the box in curiosity, but quickly look away again while sitting up straight. Grams shuffles back to the couch, a kind grin on her face as she settles on the couch again. The VCR whirs a familiar comforting sound you've really begun to associate with this apartment that helps you relax just a bit more. 

The show's title card fades onto the screen once the "snow" disappears, bright and colorful and inviting. The show's called... "Welcome Home" apparently, spelled in bright bubbly letters. The title card fades, the view then panning down to a house with eyes in the window and someone stepping out of the house. 

"Hello, Neighbor," a guy with yellow skin, big blue hair, and lidded eyes greets, a warm smile on his face. His voice is soothing to you as well, helping you relax just a bit more. 

You're... a bit enraptured by the colorful cast and the calm nature of the first character, watching the episode with rapt attention. This episode is about Sally, the one shaped like the sun, putting on a performance with everyone else and it not exactly going as she planned it. It's... fun! 

All too soon the episode ends though, much to your disappointment. But you try not to let that show. Grams still grins at you though, chuckling just a bit. 

"Did you like it?" She asks. You're hesitant to say you did, even if you know Grams wouldn't make fun of you for it or stop letting you watch the show if you did. You force yourself to nod, making Grams smile even wider. "Well, then I say we watch all the episodes I've got in my collection. Doesn't that sound fun? I think I've got some snacks we can munch on while we do. I can make some popcorn too!" 

Grams gets up again and hobbles towards the adjacent kitchen, beginning to rummage through the cupboards in there. She calls your name after a second. 

"Could you come in here and help me carry everything out, Dear?" She asks. You jump up to help her, taking the various bowls and bags she hands you. "What would you like to drink, Dear? I've got apple juice, lemonade, and milk. Oh, I might need to call up Ashley later to get me some more groceries." 

"Apple," you answer, a little quieter than you meant to. You say it again louder, knowing that Grams' hearing isn't as good as it used to be. In her words that is. 

"Alright. Apple juice it is," Grams nods, pouring a cup for you. You take the snacks out to the coffee table, setting it all down while Grams comes back in with two cups of juice. She sets the cups down, switches the VHS tape after rewinding it, and then settles down on the couch again to watch another episode. 

She continuously hands you treats while watching as many episodes as you both can well into the night. But she eventually has to turn in for the night, getting you a nice soft pink quilt to cuddle underneath on the couch. 

"So, who was your favorite character?" Grams asks, pulling your hair up into a bun for you before heading to bed. 

"....I like Wally. He's soft," you replay, quietly. You figure you don't sound very confident in those statements, you don't think you did. 

"I think you two would get along very well," Grams nods, backing up. She heads for the box, looking around inside of it. "I always liked Julie myself when I first watched it so many years ago." 

She turns again when she seemingly finds whatever she was looking for. It turns out to be a toy of the titular character himself, with that soft grin and everything. Old looking, a bit worn, but still in good shape. 

"Here. I'm sure he'd be happy to keep you company tonight," Grams grins, you hesitantly reaching for the doll. She doesn't pull him back and lets you pull him into your lap, hugging him tight to your chest. "There, he looks happier already. Your hugs are a lot warmer than a dusty old box." 

You giggle a little, hiding your smile behind Wally's hairdo. 

Grams then heads into her bedroom, leaving the kitchen light on for you. You lay down on the couch, cuddling the Wally doll under the cover of the cute white and pink quilt. Looking down at the plush, you run your fingers over the soft sweater it's wearing, looking up again at the soft cat-like smile of the character. 

You let out a little squeaky hum, hugging the toy closer to yourself while nuzzling into the pillow. You fall into a pleasant, restful sleep for once. Belly full and, while you still ache all over, content. 

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"Hey, Grandma. I got your groceries." 

You jump, startled from your focus on the Welcome Home episode playing on the TV to look over at the woman walking in through the front door. She pauses just for a second at the sight of you, but then goes and puts the reusable cloth bags on the counters and starts putting things away. 

"Oh, thank you, Dear. Are you going to visit for a bit?" Grams asks, turning to look at the woman. 

"Yeah, I will," Ashley confirms, nodding as she slides a box into one of the cabinets. Her curly hair bounces with the motions of her head, her leather jacket squeaking before she's sliding it off and tossing it over a chair. 

She finishes putting things away before she's walking over and leaning against the back of the couch. 

"I see the squirt is visiting again," she comments, looking down at you. You hug the Wally toy Grams let you keep a bit tighter. Ashley just ruffles up your hair. "Nice to see you again." 

She then plops down in a chair and turns her attention to the TV. 

"What're you two watching this time?" She sends a confused and curious look to the TV at the completely unfamiliar characters on it. 

"An old show I nearly completely forgot about. I used to watch it with your mother and uncles all the time when they were just kids," Grams replies, looking back at the TV herself. She motions to you, grinning easily. "She's been completely taken by it, and we had more episodes to watch." 

"Huh, neat," Ashley hums, tilting her head a bit more. "Does the little yellow guy always stare at the screen like that?" 

"He's often looking at the screen, yes," Grams nods, looking back at the TV. "He's the one that interacts with the audience the most." 

"I see." Ashley still doesn't look very impressed, if anything she looks a little disturbed. You don't mind it, returning to the colorful characters on the TV.

Ashley stays for a while that night, only getting up to grab things for Grams. But later she goes into the kitchen to make dinner, Grams getting up to head into the bathroom for a moment. That leaves you with only the doll and the TV.

You look between the bathroom and kitchen for a moment to make sure the adults are out of sight, breathing a sigh of relief once you notice they are. You set the doll aside, then pull up your shirt with a bit of a wince. You carefully check the big bruise on your ribs, then the cloth you taped on your side to soak up the blood from the cut underneath it.

Your side really hurts when you move, but you're really sore all over anyway.

You quickly pull your shirt down again at the sound of footsteps, grabbing the Wally plush and looking back at the TV again. You blink when you see Wally frozen on the screen, staring, but then the episode resumes like normal.

"Oh," Ashley hums, pausing right behind the couch. "I thought the episode had stopped for some reason, since the sound disappeared. Guess it worked itself out or something."

She turns and goes back to what she was doing, Grams coming out of the bathroom a moment later. The three of you have dinner in the living room, Mac'n'Cheese with cut up hotdogs. You eat yours quickly and gratefully take seconds when Ashley offers.

She has to leave eventually though, Grams going to bed and leaving you in the living room by yourself again. You let out a breath once everything is quiet and you can hear Grams snoring in the bedroom. You curl closer to the doll in your arms burying your nose into the side of the doll's head.

Your shoulders relax a bit more, sinking into the blanket and couch.

You really like it here, though you know you can't stay forever. And you do eventually have to go back to your parents' apartment, which you do after two more days in paradise and it's the same as before you left. But that's hardly a surprise.

You're excited to be back in Grams' apartment nearly a month later. She's left the Wally doll out for you to take and cuddle with, then puts on the Welcome Home show for you again while she does something else. You're grinning, excited to see it again.

There's a pause in the beginning. It takes a moment for Wally to come out of Home and he's staring wide eyed at the screen. But then the episode is playing as normal again. Even if it's one you've already seen, it still makes you smile. It still brings you the same joy as when you first saw it.

The neighbors are so nice. It..... Home looks very nice and the neighbors all seem to care about each other. You... You think... it'd be nice to be in the neighborhood with them, to play with them and everything. Though sometimes they're a bit loud for your tastes. It still feels... like a warm place to be you think, where you wouldn't get hurt and wouldn't have to hear your parents yelling at you.

Maybe you wouldn't hurt as much there.

"I have to go out today, Dear," Grams says, making you jump. "Would you like to come along?"

You sink into the couch.

"No? Alright. I showed you how to run the VCR, didn't I?" She asks, shrugging a coat on. You nod. "And the phone?"

Another nod.

"Alright then. You can keep watching cartoons here, alright? Call if anything happens," Grams says. You nod in response. You wait a few minutes after the door closes to jump up and head towards the bathroom. You look through the cabinets for some band-aids.

You sit on the couch again, pulling off your shirt to look at the cut. You have to pull the tape and cloth off, wincing the entire time. But the bleeding's stopped, so you don't need the cloth anymore.

You find some of those wipes Grams says is for cleaning wounds in with the band-aids. You remember those hurting a lot, but Grams says they're necessary for the healing process. The cut on your side was healing before, but it's been reopened every time before it could.

Reluctantly, you open one of the packages and swipe it over the cut. No matter how much it makes you whimper and tears threaten your eyes, you do as Grams did and swipe it a few more times. Then you place a line of band-aids over the cut. It makes you feel bad to use so many, but Grams told you it was important to cover the whole thing.

You wince as you finish the job, then look over all the bruises on yourself. Your torso and arms are more black and blue than anything else, your skin nearly wrapping around your ribs. It makes you sniffle a bit. You clean up after yourself, then shakily sit back on the couch and hug the Wally doll again.

Your eyes look up at the TV again, seeing it's paused. You blink, confused for a moment. Wally's just staring at the screen, motionlessly, the other neighbors doing the exact same as him. All like you had hit pause on the remote, but...... you don't remember doing that. Nor do you remember anyone but Wally ever looking at the screen like that, like he can see straight through it at you.

There's a pause for a moment. Then....

"Hello, Neighbor," Wally says, much like he does at the beginning of an episode. You blink. "Poppy wants to know if you're alright. You look.... hurt."

You nod slowly, still confused.

"Good! If you're hurt, it's always important to have someone you trust look over it. Like we do with Poppy," Wally continues. You bury your nose into the Wally doll, but nod slowly.

The last time you showed anyone the bruises, it didn't end well though. Your parents just got even more angry.

Apparently the puppet could see some type of conflict or reluctance on your face.

"Would you like Poppy to look at your boo-boos, Neighbor? You could play with us after," Wally offers, turning to completely face the screen. He's smiling, his eyes are wider than you're used to seeing. "We can make sure you're all better and everyone would love to officially meet you."

You blink a couple of times, tilting your head.

"It'll be lots of fun," Wally assures, giving you a warm look. "The neighborhood is always safe and fun."

You look back towards the door, then at the TV again. After a moment of thinking about the offer, you nod. Wally's grin seems to widen, happy.

"Welcome Home."

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Grams sighs as she finds her apartment empty when she gets back. But the TV was turned off and everything's neat and tidy.

"I suppose she wasn't able to stick around for long this time," Grams says, a bit disappointed. "I do hope Ashley is able to help that poor girl before anything happens."

Grams goes about putting away the tapes and the blanket she keeps specially for when you come around. They'll be ready for you the next time you come back, whenever that'll be. She just hopes you come back soon.

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Tummy pic just cuz……..

she needs all the boops & squishes 💕

You know the drill~ no saves/screenshots/fetishizing my floof. Reblogs and kind words are welcome <3

Also I try to do a good job being confident because I don’t wanna hold myself back, I love my tummy (and I love crop tops) but I’ve really been super insecure about my belly button for the longest time and always wished it was different, the last time anyone commented on it irl they confirmed my insecurities which felt awful but I’ve been trying really hard to ignore it and it’s gotten easier with all the sweet interactions I’ve had here online so thank you for that👉👈

And special thanks to @the-shy-ler for obliterating any insecurities from my mind on a rather frequent basis😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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Sleepy brain thought:

How would deadly bois react to playful/flirty boop on the snoot?(middle of the face?)

Would they turn pretty pink? If no, what would make them fluster?

QUESTIONS GAUNTLET YOOOOO alright lemme crack my knuckles for this one

All under the cut! Long responses teehee /pos

I suggest people to read through this too, you might get to know my Assassins more with these answers GRRR I love them

Playful Boop Reaction:

Sun - OHHHH MY BABY he would definitely return it but in a "what did you just do to me? alright, i'll do it to you too!!" kind of way.. flustered, not so much-- until he finally gets that the boop is less innocent than he thinks it is THEN get flustered

Moon - he would be FLUSTERED but keeps his cool nonetheless... (see Chapter 2). He would never initiate these things but once you show that it's okay to do that, he'll start doing it more frequently that you'll almost forget he's a deadly assassin with such a high body count... no blushies for the three boys tho but they do heat up when flustered. They're thanking the gods that they're wrapped up in clothing so it's not as obvious

Eclipse - hmmm... Assassin Eclipse is.. I think I've come to the conclusion that his personality is a mix of the duo so in this case he'd innocently return the boop at first until he realizes it's a flirty move or there's more to it THEN he would start initiating it frequently and never let you forget the day you decided to taunt him with such foolish, but nonetheless welcome, gesture

Getting Hit On:

Sun - alr I'mma just say it right here. Sun is dense (I love dense characters, gods bless them). And not in a cute and innocent way either, he just thinks that humans are easy to win over because he's encoded and has been trained with skills of speech in negotiation and persuasion. So if he gets hit on, assuming that the person doesn't know he's a robot as he's completely disguised, he would just think that he said something right enough for the person to think he's able to offer something that they're looking for from him

Moon - simply rejects the person. That's it. Bro's cold unless it's the person he actually likes (you)

Eclipse - equipped with the same negotiation skills as Sun and the allure that Moon has with his personality, he would most likely flirt with the person hitting on them and then reject them after like nothing happened. He's a player, to some degree. But not when he actually cares about the person

The Princess Getting Hit On:

Sun - Sun isn't really the jealous type but he CAN get provoked if done right (as in, a stranger blatantly flirting with the Princess right in front of him) and when he does, he would instantly grab you away from the conversation. No formalities whatsoever

Moon - heheheh (see Chapter 2). He gets more jealous than Sun but like how he usually would react, keeping calm and collected is his default. That's just his encoded skill in order to balance with Sun's somewhat explosive personality and decision-making. So in the instance that someone flirts with you during your outside training in the streets of the kingdom, he would firmly tell the stranger to leave saying there's more serious matters they need to tend to. He would even pass it off as just not wanting to waste any time so they can continue training even though he'd probably want to kill the man in his sleep at that point

Eclipse - oh.. hehe. I pray for a safe travel to the after life to anyone who flirts with you right in front of this Assassin. Although Eclipse's rationality levels with Moon's, that doesn't mean he'd let it stop him from resorting to... other measures

An Attempt On The Princess' Life:

Sun - hunt and kill mode

Moon - hunt and kill mode

Eclipse - hunt and kill mode

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welcome to my objectum sideblog, i hope you enjoy your stay <3

my main blog -> @bitzy-bop

some things to know about me …

☆.) my name is owen/bitz

☆.) i use he/him pronouns

☆.) i am a minor (16 y/o)

☆.) i am deeply passionate about antiques and any kind of vintage items !!

things to expect here include …

☆.) view-master romancing (specifically the lovely vintage ones from the 40s-60s)

☆.) me showing off the 4 view-masters i have and my reel collection

☆.) and possible computer/tech romancing as well !!

tags i will be using …

☆.) #library-box (view-master related rbs)

☆.) #stereoscope-posting (view-master related posts by me)

☆.) #kotachrome-films (view-master related art posts by me)

☆.) #beep-boop (computer/tech related rbs)

☆.) #💫 (mutual posts)

☆.) #🧡 (general objectum related rbs)

☆.) #💜 (general objectum related posts by me)

please feel free to interact if there’s any antique enjoyers out there !! especially view-master lovers pleaseee i need to find my people,,,

anywho,, that is all, toodles !!

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Introduction Post (pinned) I figured since I've made some new boop-friends and such, I might make a brief little introduction post about me and what you'll expect to see on my blog... even though it's kind of in my blog intro itself. *You can call me Undine! (she/her) it's nice to meet you all and as said before I had so much fun exchanging boops with everyone.

I like a bunch of stuff, but mainly I'm really into things from days gone by such as the oldies but goodies. We're talking:

Music. My listening scope is the 20s-60s; but with a main focus on the '50s-'60s. I even have a big ol' Spotify playlist compiled of my favorite oldies if you're interested in listening to that! There's even earlier music in there too. If you want to check out what kinds of artists I mainly listen to, I have a last.fm profile. It'll give you a better idea! But some of my favorites at the moment are Jim Reeves, Perry Como, Dean Martin, Sanford Clark, Elvis Presley, Buddy Holly, Gene Vincent, Eddie Cochran, Ricky Nelson, Lola Albright, Hank Williams, Webb Pierce, Faron Young, Starset, Vitas.... Obviously this list is not exhaustive and you can go to my Lastfm and pretty much my tastes are there! I mainly like rock n' roll and classic country but again, Lastfm will tell you!

Movies. I'll admit I don't really have the attention span for much movies but on the occasion that I do, the Golden Age of film is probably my go-to. I have a lot of stuff on my watchlist... procrastination is a big thing with me.

TV series, too. I like the older TV series but I'm into modern stuff as well (I promise I'm not just a boomer, the modern stuff applies to everything else too! /j). I really like the noir and detective noir genres. Some examples of TV series I like include Dragnet, Peter Gunn, Johnny Staccato, Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet, the Addams Family, BBC's Merlin (still need to finish), Doctor Who (although unfortunately I've not been able to catch up in a long time so no spoilers please!)

Old-time radio. Dragnet (which originally started as OTR) and Broadway is my Beat are some examples of what I'm into. So going into this, you will probably see me post people or things from the medias above, or others also. Other things I like include:

Pokémon. A bit rusty as I've not played a mainline game nor completed one in a while although wanting to get back into it soon but still like it.

RWBY

History

Worldbuilding and writing!!

Playing video games

Photography, one day I hope to learn how to become a great photographer. Besides the above, I'll just browse and reblog things that I think are neat or that I like - variety is to be expected, my blog doesn't really follow a theme. And that is pretty much basically everything that I can think of, off the top of my head! If I think of anything else or get any new interests I will edit this post with the edit date. Welcome to my blog!