#I NEED to come up with one for N I stg

[ghoulinfuschia]

(adding sort of onto the typing quirk ask) i jsut realized v replaces w's with vv UR A GENIUS i love that i just had to point that out hehehe :)

Oh my god I can finally talk about this— I’ve been assigning typing quirks MD characters and I need to share.

Uzi: Bookends her dialogue with “︻デ═一 “ and in an ideal font her O’s would look like sniper targets.

V: Replaces her W’s with “VV” and bookends her dialogue with these < >

Khan: [] Every sentence begins and ends with two brackets [] Like this [] You can probably guess why []

Nori: N>ori w>ould type with brackets bef>ore her “o”s. Since “nori” means seaweed” I thought making her o’s look like fish would be funny.

Lizzy: ★彡She overuses emoticons. Like every other ☆ word will have ☆ a star or heart ☆ sandwiches between them ☆ Maybe she even uses faces!! (๑>◡<๑) To convey how she’s feeling at the time :(；ﾞﾟ'ωﾟ'): Draw out words and emphasizes with exclamation points. So laaaaaaame!!!!! ★彡 It becomes a little exhausting to read.

I still have yet to figure out one for N. All the ideas I’ve had for him so far don’t feel cool enough. Same with Doll. Her speech is already unique amongst the cast since she’s the only one to speak Russian. I’d like to figure out quirks for them too though.

Once I do I’ll probably reblog this and update.

[dellalyra]

OMG I WAS JUST HAVING BRAINROT ABOUT GOJO AND Y/N IN THEIR TEEN YEARS AND

imagine that back then they had to participate in a talent show or something and megumi and the rest watch the old video tape they found in the darkest corner of the library on campus.

the tape was in a box with a label reading "the best jujutsu tech students' and its just filled with memories of their teen years.

they decide to watch the talent show one and its just chaotic as hell. mid way through megumi, nobara and yuuji get caught watching it lmao

𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨, 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖, 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣! 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

A/N: this request. came in last night - and it’s all I’ve done today because it was so perfect it’s all I could think about. ur amazing ily

CW: swearing, weed, suggestive stuff, mdni i stg shoo

“Itadori! Bring these to the garbage!” Nobara shouts.

“Why me?! Why can’t you do it?!” He retorts as Megumi just rolls his eyes at the two of them, he wonders how they turned into siblings so easily.

“Fushiguro! Tell your boyfriend to take this to the garbage. It’s heavy and he should use his freaky wall-breaking strength for something useful!” She shouts back.

“Eh?! Is exorcising cursed and carrying you like a sack of flour not useful?! Or always carrying all your dumb shopping?!” They’ve broken into an all out sibling squabble by now, Megumi just turns away and continues the task of clearing out the storeroom behind the dojo in the school. Pushing boxes of old files and reports out of the way, he finds a box covered in doodles and stickers, taped shut at the top. He goes to inspect the very out of place container and finds words among the doodles of weirdly shaped beings and flowers.

‘The Best Jujutsu Tech Students.’

“Will you two shut up for two minutes, come look at this.” He says over his shoulder to the two, with Nobara releasing Yuuji from the headlock she somehow got him in.

“Ancient treasure! I told you we’d find something cool.” Yuuji shouts, pumping his fist into the air.

“What is this, Pirates of the Caribbean?! We’re clearing out a high school storage room, dumbass.” The girls rolls her eyes.

They inspect the box, trying to figure out the doodles.

“It doesn’t look super old? Open it, Itadori.” Nobara says.

“Will you quit telling me what to do?!” He says, huffing.

While they resumed the bickering, Megumi took a knife he had hidden in the shadows and sliced through the lines of tape holding the box together. The sound alerted the other two who peered into the box alongside him.

“Wait, are they… DVD’s?” Megumi asks.

“Yeah - but they’re homemade ones. Is there a label on them?” His boyfriend says, leaning in to get a closer looks.

The box itself was filled with small DVD cases of many colours - all labelled in a scrawling handwriting the kids felt like they knew.

“There’s a DVD player in the room where I hung out when I was dead.” Yuuji says, and hauls the box up and begins to walk. None of them even needed to discuss whether or not they’d be watching them, like a hive mind - but with maybe two shared brain cells.

They all made their way across campus, to a room in the same building as their Sensei’s office.

Nobara insisted on grabbing snacks from the vending machine en route, and they sat down on the sofa while Yuuji loaded the first date labelled ‘2003, December.” Well, that’s what they think it’s said. The handwriting was such a chicken scratch it almost looked like a doctor’s unintelligible writing.

The screen came to life - sounds buzzing and voices echoing (albeit muffled) as the screen panned from looking at the floor - to the sky, the the floor again. Then - a face came on screen.

A very familiar one - but… a hell of a lot younger.

“Wait… is that -?” Nobara asks.

“Shoko-sensei?!” Yuuji exclaims.

“That’s kinda how she looked when I was a kid. She’s in her uniform, so this must be when she was in school.” Megumi adds.

The camera pulls away from the close up on her face as another figure enters the shot - a man with odd bangs, silky black hair tied up into a bun and piercing dark eyes. He had a lazy smile in his face as he looked into the camera, poking a finger into Shoko’s cheek.

“What the fuck, Suguru?!” She says as she flicks his hand away.

“That’s - that’s Geto Suguru.” Megumi says. Geto had always been a bittersweet topic in their house, only getting worse in the last year and a half since… since he died.

The next action causes a gasp to echo across the room. A smiling face pops up between both figures.

Dark, circular sunglasses perched on a slim, pale nose and a wide, toothy, cheeky smile sat under a mop of shocking white, messy hair.

“Holy shit! That’s -” Yuuji starts.

“Dad.” Megumi whispers, seeing Satoru so young, probably around his age was amazing to him.

“Wow! It’s working! Is it on? Is it filming?” 16 year old Gojo says, voice eerily familiar, but much younger.

The three faces were all staring into the lens of the camera, only visible from the shoulders up. On screen, Shoko looked down and moved her arm and another head popped up from the bottom of the screen, trying to squeeze in.

The head of H/C hair and shiny eyes wiggled their way into the shot between Suguru and Shoko, and under Satoru.

“Did you say it’s on? It on recording right now?” The new figure pokes the camera.

“No fucking way… Fushiguro! That’s -” Nobara says, swirling to look at the taller boy.

“My mom.” He says, eyes fixed on screen. Your face was younger, hair the same as ever, eyes still full of excitement and curiosity and voice slightly higher than it is now. A hand pats the top of your head, a pale one - Satoru.

“Do a dance for the camera, Y/N.” Satoru says, smiling.

And you do a little wiggle in your spot squeezed between everyone as the other three burst out laughing.

The camera cuts off, and the screen changes to a view of the outside - all of them immediately recognising the training field.

In view is Geto and Gojo, sparring at such a ridiculously quick speed it’s barely visible. He could hear giggling behind the screen and recognised the voices of you and Shoko laughing about something that happened in class.

“They’re such show offs.” Your voice says.

“Geto genuinely wants to train, Gojo is just trying to impress you.” Shoko says, voice muffled by something - which he later sees as a lollipop, figuring it out when it gets launched across the field - presumably in retaliation for her comment by you.

“No way, Koko! That’s just dumb, he’s just a show off in general.” Your voice echoes.

“Whatever you say, Y/N.”

The camera cuts off again. The next thing they see is the night sky, and raucous laughter. The camera is being held by Shoko again, and she points it to a view of a rooftop - the flat part of the roof of the dorm building. The camera turns to one Suguru Geto, eyes hazy and smile even more languid than normal. In his hand was a smoking object - which he passed to Shoko.

They were both laughing together about Shoko saying she could see a constellation shaped like a penis, and the hysterical giggles and she rested her head on the boys shoulder told them that the joint in Shoko’s hand was very much affecting them.

There were clambering sounds.

“I can’t reach!” Came your voice, distant and off screen.

“C’mere shortstack, I’ll give you a boost.” The teasing lilt of Gojo’s voice came after.

“Thanks, Jack the Beanstalk.” Your retort sent the two original stars into another round of laughter before you and Gojo enter the frame, both holding a plastic bag of snacks.

Shoko gives you the joint as you sit, and you take a quick puff and pass it back to Suguru. Satoru declines it, saying it makes his eyes feel funny to which you all nod and say ‘makes sense’.

“Did you get me spicy chips?” Suguru asks, combing through the bags.

“Yes. But - you had to tell me you love me to get them.” Satoru says, smirking.

“Gojo Satoru - you are the light of my life, the centre of my world, the reason my heart beats, please, May I have my child you absolute fuckwad.” He says, as Satoru throws his head back laughing and throws a red bag of chips at him before tackling him to the ground demanding a kiss.

You laugh at the scene, turning to Shoko.

“See - that’s how Geto has at least one date every weekend.” You say, opening your chocolate.

“Man-whore.” She responds, sucking on a lollipop.

The screen flashes black. The same view is on the screen, but the atmosphere is much calmer. Suguru lay, head on Shoko’s lap and her deft fingers carding through his hair as he listens to whatever nonsense Gojo is spouting. The camera turns to a view that has Nobara and Yuuji cooing. Satoru is sitting, arm around your back to keep you upright with your head on his shoulder, eyes closed and clearly sleeping.

Suguru’s voice whispers into the camera.

“And these two say they’re not into each other.” Followed by a scoff from Shoko.

Next up is a view of the training field again, with a sight that made the three current first years laugh. Suguru was laying on the grass, and he was bench pressing you - his makeshift weight - as you lay relaxed horizontally reading a book, the casual nature made it clear this was a daily occurrence.

Once his reps are finished, he gently lets you down and you don’t even react, just laying on the grass continuing your book. He stands up and waves to Shoko, who he’s just noticed with her camera and proceeds to take off his shirt and let down his hair.

“Put your damn shirt back on!” Shoko shouts.

“God damn, maybe I should be a curse user.” Nobara utters, whistling and fanning herself.

The camera is next held up by Satoru - who smiles and puts a finger to his lips to symbolise silence, for some reason, like the camera would be unexpectedly loud. He turns the camera and in the backseat of a car is Shoko and you, both asleep and earphones split between you with a bright pink iPod on Shoko’s lap. Her head was resting in the crook of your neck, and you cheek rested on top of your head.

“They really have always been best friends, haven’t they?” Yuuji says. Megumi is reminded of last week, when Nobara and Yuuji fell asleep in the back of Ijichi’s car, in the exact same position.

The camera operator is back to Shoko now, who is filming the most beautiful scenery. Sakura petals are drifting through the air as throngs of people wander around what appears to be a festival. There’s food stalls and trinket stands and everyone around is in their finery.

“Suguru! Show the camera your best pose.” Shoko says, as Suguru appears on screen decked out in a black and grey kimono with his hair in a half up, half down style.

He throws a peace sign at the camera and then takes it so he can film Shoko who’s in a pretty red Yukata pattered with black and white koi. She smiles and then waves as she looks off camera.

“You’re late, Satoru. Where’s Y/N?” She says as Gojo comes on screen.

He’s wearing a dark blue and silver hakama which looks like it cost the same as a house, Suguru wolf whistles and Satoru pretends to fawn over him.

“She was having lunch with her mom, she’s probably going to be here - holy shit.” Satoru says, but cuts himself off halfway as his jaw drops open.

The camera pans messily as Suguru turns to where Satoru is looking.

You’re walking toward them, smile on your face and usually messy hair styled in a beautiful updo, make up making your skin glow in the afternoon sun. You were wearing a light pink, billowy, gauzy hanfu with tiny pale green flowers and leaves around the edges. You did truly look incredibly stunning. You had a little bag in your hand, and the camera flew back to look at Satoru who was gaping at your approaching figure. His usually pale skin flushed with a pink dusting.

His mouth moves, and it seems unconscious when he whispers to himself.

“Beautiful…”

You walk into the frame, smiling brightly and hugging Shoko and then freezing when you see Satoru, eyes widening at the strikingly handsome figure he makes, every inch a fairytale Prince. The pink on your cheek matches your outfit as you stammer out a breathy,

“Hi, Satoru.”

“Hey, Y/N.” He says, mouthing opening and closing as you look at him through fluttering lashes.

There’s a jolt as it seems Suguru holding the camera elbows his best friend and whispers in his ear, just audible to the camera.

“Bro, tell her she looks beautiful, damn it.”

“You… you look um - beautiful, Y/N.” He stammers out, and the three first years watching laugh at how their oh-so-smooth sensei was once such a mess he needed prompting to flirt from his friends.

You flush even deeper.

“Thank you, Satoru. You look really good too. The um… the blue really suits you. The restaurant I had lunch with my mom had Sakura mochi, so I - I got you some.” You say as you shove a small nicely wrapped box at him and Satoru seems to melt. Shoko appears on screen, making a circle with one hand and poking a finger through it repeatedly in a very lewd gesture that has Suguru cackling.

“Wait - they’re not even together yet. They didn’t get together until the end of their second year.” Megumi muses, smirking.

“So they’ve always been this whipped for each other.” Nobara laughs.

The DVD ends there, and Yuuji jumps up to put in the next one, labelled ‘second year’.

The video begins with you sprinting toward Shoko and her catching you in her arms.

“I missed you so much! A whole summer without you, it was torture. How was the medical camp?” You ask her, barely taking a breath between words.

“Did you not miss me, lil’ lady?” Came a smooth voice as one Geto Suguru wraps his arms around you too, and you squeal in excitement. The three standing are then abruptly tackled to the ground as a blur of white and black whizzes toward them.

“Satoru!” Came three scolding voices.

“How the fuck did you do that, you lanky - oh.” Shoko is stopped abruptly as they all stand up and the change in Satoru is clearly visible. Long gone is the beanstalk boy of their first year, all arms and legs at 16 and now at almost 18 - a broad shouldered, 6ft 3, sharper jawline and longer hair Gojo stands before them. You look like you might faint.

The video stops and then resumes looking at a very familiar blackboard, and a much younger Yaga beside it.

In front of the blackboard there’s two students in Jujutsu High uniforms - both in party hats and standing under a banners with ‘Welcome First Years!’ written in big bubble writing on it, the sounds of streamers and party poppers came through the room as the camera was set down on a desk.

Gojo comes on screen and waves his arms as if to show off the two students. One looked incredibly happy, a beaming smile full of excitement and the other looking absolutely miserable, but given how painfully 2005 emo he looked - it wasn’t surprising. Megumi smirked, seeing the blond boy on screen and knowing exactly who it was from photo albums you kept - but he waited to see when the other two would notice.

“Welcome to Yu Haibara! Please - introduce yourself!” Gojo says, pointing a bottle of cola at him like a microphone.

“Hi! I’m Yu! I’m 16 and I like rice and people!” He says, voice full of enthusiasm.

“Thank you! Next up, Gerard Way!” Satoru smiles and point the mock microphone to the other boy.

“Do I have to? This feels unnecessary.” He says, grimacing.

“Yes! You do!”

“Fine. My name is Nanami Kento -”

Megumi didn’t hear the rest of the sentence as a chorus of ‘What the fuck!?’ Echoes from the two beside him.

“Nobara, rewind that - I think I heard it wrong, I thought the emo kid said his name was Nanami, hah!” Yuuji exclaims.

“No need. You heard right.” Megumi smirks.

“No fucking way! That’s Nanamin?!” Yuuji is smiling so wide at the sight of his mentor as a moody teen.

“Yup. I remember his hair like that, he had a lip ring and a nose ring too. Geto Suguru pierced his nose with Shoko’s med kit for him when they drank too much whiskey at my mom’s 18th. There’s a picture of them doing it framed in their room at home.” Megumi scoffs a laugh, the other two in shock at the revelation.

The camera stops again and next time is looking from an upstairs window as voices whisper.

“What is she doing?” Shoko asks.

“It looks like she’s talking?” Geto asks.

“There’s a tiny spike in her cursed energy - wait, I’ll try see if there’s someone around.” He says and the clink of his sunglasses hitting the windowsill breaks the quiet.

On screen, there’s you in a pair of fluffy blue pyjamas and a winter knitted hat as you seem to be kneeling and ushering something small out of a bush. Satoru seems to have gotten distracted and the camera pans to him - who’s just staring out the window with the most dopey, lovestruck smile on his face.

“Satoru.” Suguru says, flicking his ear.

He snarls, but blushes.

“I - I can’t tell but, it kinda seems like? She is trying to talk to something.” He says, as they all crane their necks as you pull something into your arms and stand up, taking off your hat and tucking whatever you found into it and scurrying back inside.

An obnoxious ringtone of crazy frog blasts through the room and Satoru flips open his phone and answers it.

Since it’s you, he puts it on speaker.

“Hey, Satoru - are you still at the store? I - kinda need something, urgently.” Your voice asks.

“Eh - yeah, I’m at the store. What do you need?” He says, trying to hush the two sniggering traitors beside him who are fully aware that he came back from the store an hour ago and is sitting in Suguru’s dorm with them.

“I - um, I need kitten milk.” Your voice says, just as the camera cuts off.

The next few videos are just videos on videos on you and a tiny, tiny kitten, feeding it from a small bottle and it sleeping on your chest, or Satoru playing with it and a ball of wool in hysterical laughter. One video is taken by Shoko with Suguru in the frame playing with the kitten who is trying to catch his bangs and on the sofa, is you sitting on Satoru’s lap, as he looks at you adoringly and you giggle and place a kiss on his lips. Given that it’s about 3/4 of the way through your second year, it means you’re freshly together after torturing your friends with mutual pining.

Megumi looks closer at the kitten, and the tabby is very recognisable to him - given that to this day, the hairs of that kitten, now 13 years old and still thriving due to your unwavering spoiling, still decorate any black fabric in your home.

“Is that baby grumpy George?!” Nobara asks, hitting the nail on the head.

The video fades again, and then the screen is illuminated by a makeshift stage in the school sports hall. Another large banner is on the wall, with ‘Talent Show’ written in large writing, Megumi now noticed the big bubble writing was the same as had been on every ‘happy birthday’ banner he’d had every year.

The announcer, he recognises as a smiling principal Yaga - even though this is surely not a school organised or endorsed event, but probably the work of the couple he now calls his parents.

“Welcome to Jujutsu Talent Show! The rules of tonight are as follows a) no cursed techniques or cursed energy and absolutely no sabotaging! Panda! Do you want to say who’s going first?” Yaga announced as he lifts up a baby panda and the voice of the baby says “Nanami and Yu!”.

Yu skips on stage, decked out in a cape patterned with stars and a large top hat, followed by a very sullen Nanami Kento, adorned with a nose and lip ring now.

“Ladies, gentlemen, cursed corpses! My name is Yu the Magic Man and this is my assistant, the Fantastical Nanamin! Does anyone here like rabbits?” He announced, and takes off his hat, revealing a stuffed rabbit on his head - commencing the world’s worst magic show. The highlight was definitely Yu asking Nanami to pull the scarf from his sleeve and after pulling and pulling and pulling, a very frustrated Kento growls ‘Fucking hell, Yu - how long is this thing?’ Completely breaking what little mysticism surrounded the performance. Geto didn’t help, when he muttered ‘that’s what she said’ after Nanami’s complaint, setting the second years off.

After a bow to his rapt audience, and lots of cheering and supportive clapping from you all - the first years leave and Yaga announces the next performance.

A loud bang echoes through the room,

“Holy shit!” Your voice, the 28 year old you, carries through the room as three heads spin around to see their sensei’s back, arms supporting the thighs around his waist, belonging to his wife who’s lipstick is smudged across her cheek and her husband’s face. The white haired man’s white shirt was partially unbuttoned and your sweater had fallen completely off you shoulder - combined with the position you entered the room and the ruined cosmetics it was quite clear why the teachers had stumbled into this forgotten room of jujutsu tech.

“Get a fucking room.” Megumi grumbles.

“We were! But you’re here! And just for that I’m gonna tell you that the sofa you’re sitting on was where Akio was conceived.” Gojo retorts, trying to fix himself as all the kids groan.

“Both of you, hush. ‘Toru - look at the screen.” You were transfixed on the paused screen.

“Wait! Is that - that’s our talent show! From second year! Where did you guys find this?” Satoru says, leaping over the back of the sofa and plopping down but not before turning around and picking you up by the waist and sitting you in his lap.

“I thought all the DVD’s were lost! Koko couldn’t find them after we graduated!” You say, as you keep staring at the screen.

“We were clearing out the storage room, like Ijichi asked and we found a funky box with DVD’s in it.” Yuuji says.

“Oh my god! Press play!” You say, clapping.

“Look at angry Nanamin!” Gojo says, smiling.

“Next up is Y/N and Shoko!” Screen Yaga announces.

You and Shoko are dressed in the most colourful outfits ever, you’re beaming and Shoko looks exhausted. Large headbands, crimped hair, tutu skirts, leggings, neon leg warmers and beads were the costume of choice as Geto stood on one side of the stage.

“Welcome to - Y/N and Shoko’s dance bonanza!” You both say, and Geto presses play so that Girl’s Just Wanna Have Fun plays to match the 80s Cyndi Lauper style outfits. Having danced ballet as a little girl, and being a big fan of Just Dance and Dance Dance Revolution - you decided that you and Shoko would do this for the show, exhausted and unenthusiastic - but endlessly loyal to her best friend and determined to not let Gojo win the show. You guys danced a perfectly in sync routine with 28 year old you shouting ‘Oh my god, I still remember the routine!’ Halfway through. Yuuji was hopping along on the sofa beside Megumi.

Before Shoko could collapse into a heap as the song finished, she was thrown over Suguru’s shoulder and hauled off stage with Gojo doing the same for you.

After a brief intermission, Geto and Gojo were welcomed on stage in matching black tuxedo’s, off camera your voice could be heard saying ‘ugh, I’m gonna climb that man like a tree later, suits are the best.’

“Ladies, gents - tonight welcome to The GS squared stand up comedy show, enjoy your night and Geto’s number is available after the show.” Gojo drawls into the mic.

Megumi didn’t expect the routine to be as funny as it was, everyone especially enjoyed the part where they did impressions of different Jujutsu Elders, including Naobito Zen’in and Principal Gakuganji - which were unnervingly accurate but highly offensive to them, especially when Gojo got on his knees to imitate how short the elder Kyoto principal was and Geto kept playing Looney Tunes on the projector to show Naobito’s ‘cursed technique’.

When the audience were thoroughly hysterically laughing, with the audience being Yaga, MeiMei, Panda, Y/N, Shoko, Yu, Kento and Utahime who was visiting Shoko for the weekend, the boys bowed, winked and walked off stage and the camera caught Gojo bending down to whisper something in his ear which had you looking at the sky and blushing - still getting used to openly loving each other.

The voting wasn’t recorded, but the winners announcement was and it was shown to be Yu and Nanami - who everyone, except for themselves had voted for.

“Oh my god, these are priceless! I can’t believe I got even funnier with age, and look at your cute little outfit, princess!” Satoru coos.

“There’s a whole box of them, we’ve only watched 2!” Yuuji says, bouncing and handing the box to you and Satoru.

“No way, it’s the whole box! I remember decorating it with Koko! Hold on, I’m gonna ring her to come here.” You say as you take out your phone, smiling at the lockscreen of Satoru, Megumi and your 6 month old son and pulling up Shoko’s contact to ring her to ‘get her ass down here for a surprise’.

“Oh, ‘toru! I bet our DVD of our trip together to Fiji in the summer of third year, Shoko lent us her came for it!” You say, wrapping your arms around him and settling in while Yuuji loads the next DVD.

“Classes are cancelled, I’ve decided it’s home movie day - do we have any popcorn?” Satoru says, smiling at how fondly Megumi is looking at the screen, a still pause screen of himself and you smiling in the training yard together - still looking as lovingly at each other 13 years later. Yuuji has his arm wrapped and Megumi’s shoulders and is leaning into him, as the dark haired boy rubs circles on his boyfriend’s knee - Nobara has her legs stretched across the laps of both boys as the newest video begins.

The door swings open, Shoko entering -

“No fucking way! You found them! Kids, move up - let Aunty Koko sit.” She says, plopping herself between the arm and her two best friends, her nephew and their bonus kids.

She’s glad she bought that camera.

[roses-for-rosalyn]

Hey sweetheart, I have this idea about cop!Ellie and cop!reader I've never shared bc I'm so shy to ask, but if you are open to write about it here it is.(sorry if something doesn't make sense inglish is not my first lenguage)

Well Ellie and reader are work partners and they don't really like each other because Ellie is kinda mean?(she is the director btw) but there's a tension between them anyways. So they have a night shift together and on the way in the car the reader begins to flirt, like touching ellie's thigh, and she stops in a field and fucks the reader brains out<33

-💌

This took forever but I hope I did your idea justice!

a/n: sorry I haven’t written anything in so long, life is crazy

Ellie x reader

Wc: 3k (roughly)

Minors dni 🔞 (I will jump through your screen and poke you in the eyes I stg)

CWs: police officer! Ellie and reader, play girl Ellie, fem reader, cop stuff idk, enemies to lovers (ish?), thigh riding, overstim, oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), multiple orgasms

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As a small town cop things rarely became dangerous, so on the rare occasion things did go awry no one was really prepared. You got a call about a car speeding through town at about 90 miles an hour. It quickly becomes a chase with Williams at the wheel. Before she even starts catching up to the car you both begin bickering on what roads to take to catch up and who can read the license plate better. The world becomes a blur as the car picks up speed, the roaring of the engine and the sound of the sirens make it hard to hear anything.

You attempt to shout over the noise, “Williams we might be able to catch them if we take-”

“Shutthefuckup I know what I’m doing!” She yells back even louder, more irritated because you dared tell her what to do. She didn’t even let you finish and she missed the turn that would have taken you ahead of the car to block their path.

“Williams we’re gonna lose ‘em.” You couldn’t convince her, you’re not sure anyone could have. The car takes a sudden turn and she misses it, she quickly reverses and turns down the dirt road only for the car to disappear from sight. She tries to make a few turns but it’s useless, these roads went in every direction with thick woods surrounding them. Even townies got lost in there.

She slows the car down eventually coming to a stop in the middle of the road and quietly mutters “Fuck.” under her breath.

“Maybe you should have listened to the directional advice from someone who was fucking born here instead of trying to do everything yourself.” You can’t help but notice you scolded her like a primary school teacher, but she makes it so hard when she acts like this.

“Please I don’t need a fucking ‘I told you so’ talk right now.” She huffs.

“I hope you know this is completely your fault, I can’t fucking believe-”

“I swear to god if you keep talking I’m going to kick you out of this goddamn car.” She turns and looks at you straight in the eye, challenging you. Her tone is eerily calm. You narrow your gaze but say nothing, turning to look straight ahead. And with that she drives you both back to the station, defeated with only half of the criminal's license plate.

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Patrol partners are supposed to be friends- Or at least friend-ly. That’s what anyone would assume, you have to spend every day together, not getting along would just result in various inconvenient miscommunications and misunderstandings.

Yeah, well you weren’t that lucky. Your patrol partner is Ellie Williams aka “Williams” according to her various male coworkers. Her female coworkers tended to lean more towards nicknames like “whore” or “slut” considering she hooked up with a couple of them and then acted like she barely knew them at work the next day and did it all over again. She had to start finding hookups outside the station last month because all her go-tos had refused her unless she wanted something serious. On top of that the few that she got with turned the rest of the girls against her, all she had left was you and all the guys at the station- and you didn’t really count since you were forced to be with her. This meant recently she was particularly irritable considering she couldn’t find a lot- if any- women to relieve any of her tension, so patrolling with her for the past 30 days has been hell.

On a more positive note it made gossiping with your coworkers over coffee the best part of your day. They would talk about their hookups which would inevitably lead back to shit talking Williams- which you would enthusiastically participate in considering how she treated you on the job. However they all agreed that they tolerated it for as long as they did because the sex was good. And you believed them because they had to put up with some crazy bullshit from her. A tiny part of you yearned for them to explain just how good it was, but you’d never ever give in to that curiosity.

Williams- on the rare occasion she would say anything- was mean, she would make snide comments all the time no matter what task you were taking on. She had some sort of superiority complex because she was- admittedly- very good at her job. She had transferred from some big city to your small town station and she had much more experience. She was incredibly skilled at taking people down when she needed to. However, compared to her old job, barely anything happens here. When something did happen she would insist on taking over the task almost every single time, the only thing she couldn’t trump you in was de-escalation. She was terrible at communication and that was most of the job. Calls would mostly be noise complaints or welfare checks, so you took the lead for those and it drove her crazy. She couldn’t stand being inferior to anyone, especially on the job. So you were squabbling constantly.

And for some reason tonight she was in a particularly bad mood. You’re stationed on the side of the road, keeping watch for anyone disobeying any road safety laws and Williams is silent. Not particularly unusual, but her body language was odd, she was weirdly tense. She sat fidgeting with her hands, picking at her cuticles, occasionally glancing up if she heard a car. Nothing in you wanted to show you cared at all for her, because you didn’t, but at this point you were so bored you didn’t care if you started one of your usual squabbles.

“Something wrong Williams?” You tentatively ask.

“ ‘m fine, just tired.” she says, still not glancing up.

“You seem offly tense for a tired person.” You try to push her a bit.

She finally looks up at you, her expression remaining neutral “Considering your observations, you really think now’s a good time to test me sweetheart?” God you hated when she called you that, she refused to refer to you by your last name, always resorting to some condescending nickname.

You roll your eyes, just as you were about to respond a staticky voice interrupts, asking for anyone available for a call about a noise complaint about two minutes away. Ellie picks up the walkie and calls in saying she could take it and starts the car.

You drive there in silence and to no one’s surprise it’s Mrs. Taylor. She frequently calls at night whenever she hears her teenage neighbors so much as talk loud enough for her to hear. And every time she would make you both walk over to them and ask them to quiet down.

This time though when you got out of the car you could hear muffled music coming from the neighbor’s all the way from Mrs. Taylor’s lawn. You walk up to her door, Williams following silently, and knock gently a couple of times. You hear soft shuffling, a lock clicking and then the door opens revealing the grumpy old woman’s tired face. She’s wearing a long dusty pink robe, striped pajama pants and ratty slippers, clearly she had been recently woken up by the noise.

“Hello Mrs. Taylor.” You smile politely.

“Hello dear.” She smiles back at you, but falters for a moment when she spots your partner, refusing to acknowledge her presence. She used to babysit all the kids in the neighborhood, you were always her favorite. She treated everyone else like they were some sort of pest, especially outsiders.

“Neighbors bothering you again?” You already knew the answer, but you felt the need to be polite.

“I can’t sleep with all that ruckus, rotten children they are. Too bad too, they used to be the sweetest when they were little.” She shook her head.

“Alright we’ll get it all sorted out, you can go back to bed.” You nod your head.

The old woman smiles before reaching forward and pinching your cheek while saying “You’re so good to me dear. Come over for dinner some time so I can make it up to you.”

“Just doing my job ma'am.” You reassure her.

“Well, goodnight. Call me tomorrow morning and we’ll sort something out.” She begins shuffling backwards, and grabs the door handle.

“Good night Mrs. Taylor.” You wave at her and she closes the door.

“God you’re unbelievable.” Ellie scoffs from behind you.

“What?” you turn around to face her.

“Would it kill you to be nice to me like that once in a while?” For the life of you you could not figure out where this was coming from.

“You have to earn it.” You retort, while beginning to walk to the neighbors house. Ellie just huffs and jogs a bit to catch up to you, god forbid you get ahead of her in any way.

You make your way to the house, the bass rattling your teeth by the time you're on the front stoop. Ellie takes her usual spot behind you and you knock loudly, bashing your fist against the door. Hopefully someone hears so you don’t have to make a scene, they weren’t bad kids. Sure enough the music turns off and the door opens slowly revealing a set of scared, round eyes.

“Hey Kelly.” You knew her well from the past complaints, she was pretty polite especially for a teenager. The poor girl was practically shaking. “You probably know why we’re here.” She nods slowly. “Ok, so just do us a favor and turn your music down so we don’t get another call from Mrs. Taylor alright?” you say gently, knowing when you’re in uniform everything about you was intimidating enough without you having to yell.

“Th-that’s it?” She asks, her whole body shaking with adrenaline at this point.

“Yup, just make sure this doesn’t happen again. Shouldn’t have the volume that high anyway, it’s bad for your hearing.” You smile, “Probably don’t want to go deaf by the time you’re 20.”

Kelly just nods again “O-ok thank you. We’ll keep it down, promise.”

“Alright have a good night, stay out of trouble.” You turn away and Ellie does the same.

The walk back to the car is silent except for the steady hum of cicadas. You’re about to put your seatbelt on when Ellie says “So what do I have to do?”

You pause your movements, “What?”

“What do I have to do to earn it?” When you still look confused she elaborates “You being nice to me. What do I have to do to earn that?”

“I don’t know. With the way you treat me it’s almost like you enjoy me being mean to you.” You let out a dry laugh.

She slowly leans towards you, “Oh, I do.” She says, her tone changing completely, her voice becomes raspy and deep, almost like a whisper and a smirk tugs at her lips. “I love making you mad, but something tells me you’re even more delightful when you’re all sweet like that.”

“Williams what-” She leans even closer, inches away from your face and suddenly you forgot everything that wasn’t Ellie. You couldn’t utter a word if you tried.

“Tell me.” Her eyes flicker from yours to your lips. “What.” Her lips are so close you can almost feel her words. “To do.” You let out a sigh and give in, abandoning all logic you press your lips against hers. She stiffens but then her hands automatically move to cup your jaw so she can deepen the kiss. Her tongue swipes across your lips, inviting them to open. You can’t really move, unable to completely process what’s happening. She’s so warm and soft and everything you didn’t expect.

She starts making her way down to your neck, exploring your reactions as she kisses and sucks at the sensitive skin. A small whimper escapes from your lips, and Ellie is sure she’s never heard something more intoxicating.

“Williams-” She finds a particular spot behind your ear that causes you to let out a quiet moan, making you forget how to speak for a moment.

“W-we can’t do this here, you know that.” She stops and moves her head to meet your gaze.

“You’re right, we should probably find someplace where we don’t run the risk of teenagers or Mrs. Taylor finding us.” That wasn’t what you meant but it was probably the first time she had ever agreed with you the entire time you’ve been partners.

--

She pulls off the road into a field and as soon as she parks she immediately starts where she left off. Somehow she knew exactly how to reduce you to a whimpering mess in mere moments. In between kisses she whispers “Take off your belt.” Her tone was so sure and dominant it sent a wave of arousal straight to your center. You do as she says, you forgot you had put on your utility belt for the call, but she clearly took note. You try not to move too much as she continues marking up your skin. She stops again, “Now get in the back.” She doesn’t wait for your response before taking her own utility belt off, leaving it in the front seat and opening her door. It was a little more work in a patrol car considering there were bars separating the front and backseat, but at this point neither of you cared much.

Ellie is first to sit down in the back and shut the door behind her, you do the same and crawl over to straddle her lap. “You feelin a little eager, sweetheart?” She looks at you with that obnoxious smirk on her face, but this time it didn’t annoy you as much as it usually did. You kiss the grin off her face before moving to her neck, listening to her little sighs and moans as you press your lips to her soft skin. The noises she’s making send arousal straight to your aching center and you begin to grind down on her lap, desperate for some kind of relief. She starts taking off your belt with trembling, eager fingers and throws it off to the side. You reach for hers as she untucks your shirt and begins unbuttoning it as quickly as she could, leaving you in your tank top. Your lips meet hers and the kisses grow hungrier by the second, each of you becoming more and more eager to undress the other.

As you begin to unfasten Ellie’s shirt she sighs in frustration, “Jesus christ all these fucking layers are driving me crazy.”

You laugh and say in between kisses, “Gotta make you work for it Williams.” With that she rips off your tank top, and immediately begins groping your breasts over your bra. You moan into her mouth and begin to grind down onto her even harder. Ellie notices and spreads her legs a bit, moving your leg in between hers so you were straddling her thigh. Relief rushes through you as you lower down onto her muscular thigh and begin moving your hips back and forth. She reaches behind you to unclasp your bra leaving your top half bare for her. She can’t resist breaking the kiss to move her focus to your chest, taking your nipple in her mouth with a satisfied hum. A soft whine escapes your lips as her warm tongue circles your sensitive nipples. Her hands have a steady hold on your hips, encouraging you to move against her thigh, harder and faster. Yours have found a home in her hair, tugging harder and harder as your pleasure builds on itself causing Ellie to groan as arousal begins to pool in her boxers.

“Get up.” Ellie commands in a hoarse whisper that sends butterflies straight to your cunt. You climb off her and lean against the car door. The sight of you in the dim moonlight, topless with spread legs and unzipped pants, a fucked out expression on your face almost has Ellie coming right then and there. She unties your shoes and gently removes them, before grabbing the hem of your pants and tugging them down in one swift motion. She crawls between your legs and wraps her arms around each of your thighs, gently kissing a path to your dripping cunt. A wet spot had formed on your panties causing your face to become hot from embarrassment, but Ellie seemed to have a different reaction “God you’re so beautiful, it’s driving me crazy.” She begins teasing you over the fabric of your underwear, running her fingers up and down your slit. A whimper escapes your lips as a silent plea for more, but she continues teasing. She finally pulls the fabric of your underwear to the side and takes a moment before gently blowing on your soaked folds.

“Please-” you manage to whimper as the cool air from Ellie’s lips hits your warm center sending a pleasurable shock through you. You would expect for her to make you beg for it, but she immediately obliged, licking a line from your dripping entrance to your clit. You gasp and grip on to her hair, searching for anything to hold on to as pleasure overwhelms every one of your senses. Ellie groans at the feeling as she begins gently licking at your clit, teasing you. The sound sends vibrations through your lower body and you moan at the feeling, now losing any control you had over the volume of your voice. She begins moving her tongue in circles over your sensitive bud as she teases your entrance with a slender finger. You let out the loudest moan yet, encouraging Ellie to plunge her finger further inside you. It slides in easily, arousal practically coating your thighs at this point. Suddenly she hits the spot causing a desperate whiny “Oh fuck,” To escape from your swollen lips as you clench lightly around her finger. She adds a second, the feeling of her two fingers causes a satisfying amount of pressure to fill your cunt. She hits a spot that you swear sends white light through your closed eyes and keeps hitting it with every rough, slow thrust of her fingers. Your hips begin to move, trying to get her to fuck you harder but she only pins your down by your waist with her free hand forcing you to endure her painful pace. “Ellie,” you whine, “please- I-“ you cut yourself off with a moan.

“What do you need sweetheart?” She pauses briefly to look at your fucked out expression and your arousal has dropped all the down her chin. The very sight almost does you in.

“Please,” you beg her in hopes she’ll spare you the humiliation of asking her.

“Mm mm,” she lightly shakes her head “words baby.” That was a much better nickname, the way she said baby made your cunt flutter around her fingers

“P-please-” you sigh before finishing “-fuck me harder pleasee.” You think that’s probably the most pathetic you’ll ever sound but Ellie obeys. She sucks your puffy clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the hypersensitive nub before moving her fingers faster. She picks up speed until you can’t think about anything but Ellie’s mouth and fingers. The pace was practically inhuman, you tilt your head back as a silent scream rips it’s way through you before you moan “fffuuckk,” in a high pitched tone. She continues moving her hands rapidly in and out of you curling them at just the right angle. You begin to flutter around her fingers and she knew you were close.

“Almost there baby?” All you can do in response in moan, she has you practically incapacitated. She giggled a little “Good, come for me.” As her words reached your ears your pleasure finally hit it’s peak. You begin writing against Ellie’s fingers as you roughly clench down on them. Your pleasure rips through you in overwhelming waves, moans uncontrollably leaving your lips as Ellie’s fingers continue their brutal pace. She doesn’t let up though, she keeps going as your clit grows more and more sensitive. You tug at her hair but she doesn’t move, she continues as your hips begin bucking against her arm that was pinning you down.

“Ellie it’s too much I can’t-”

“You can take one more can’t you sweetheart?” She asks sweetly as she fucks your sensitive hole with no mercy. You just nod and she continues sucking and licking at your clit, occasionally moaning which only enhanced the overwhelming pleasure. This time you were more tightly wound up and faster. It didn’t take long before you approached the edge again, the feeling twice as intense. You almost worry as it begins to build and build, just as you thought you had reached your peak it kept going. You finally topple over the edge as Ellie’s teeth lightly graze your clit, the feeling sending you into overdrive. You tugs Ellie’s hair harder than you ever had before as you make a mess all over the seats and Ellie’s mouth and fingers. She laps it all up contently, actually backing down when you pushed her away this time. She leans back into her knees and tries to catch her breath.

A smirk grows on your face as you begin leaning towards her, “it’s your turn.”

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Idrk how I feel about this but at least I finished it 😀👍

Reblogs and notes are always appreciated and encouraged 💕‼️

Hopefully I will start updating more but I can’t really promise anything lmao

[so-long-soldier-writes]

The Light in My Darkness

damon salvatore x gn!reader | requested

summary: after your boyfriend's death, you fell back into old habits. now that he's back, you're having trouble kicking them again.

tags: angst, hurt / comfort, depression, s3lf h4rm, kisses

word count: 1.7k

a/n: i typically don't write for damon, however i feel comfortable writing this subject matter and i'm getting better with understanding his character. honestly, too, i rewatched s7 and i'm starting to love him even more. (i just love the traumatized characters.)

also, i'm not good at titles. my first title had the word 'put' in it, but i stared at it so long, it didn't look like a word anymore and i had to change it. i think i like this one better. i stg, titles are half the reason i take so long to post. whew, anyway... enjoy ❤️

“Stefan needs help at Whitmore,” Damon says hurriedly. He puts his phone in his back pocket and sighs. “Another Enzo situation.”

“Do you want me to come?”

“No, you stay here. I don’t want him anywhere near you, given he’s in one of his moods and would hurt you for no reason.” He gives you a quick kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

He speeds out the door a moment later, leaving you alone in the large, empty house. You sigh. Your life is so full of supernatural drama, it’s hard to keep up. Honestly, you’re not even sure what the situation is with Enzo, or why he and Stefan hate each other so much, or how Damon knows what to do to de-escalate their arguments. Of course, Caroline debriefed you on it sometime ago, but with all the craziness happening lately, it pretty much went over your head. 

It’s been hard these last few months. Only recently had Damon returned to you from four months after being considered dead, alongside Bonnie, as the other side collapsed with him in it. Those months had been the hardest of your life, and you doubted your ability to make it through them. Losing your best friend and your boyfriend was something you never thought you’d have to endure, yet it happened. Losing them almost killed you, too. 

For three years, you were clean. You hadn’t touched a single blade since you and Damon got serious. He gave you a reason to stop without even knowing it, and with a lot of patience with yourself, you managed to kick the addiction. After he died, though, when you couldn’t bear to live without him, you picked it back up. Part of you is pissed for falling back into your old ways, but the other part has convinced yourself it’s what you need to do to survive. 

When he came back unexpectedly, you were filled with just as much panic as you were joy. You had him back, but had relapsed majorly, and now have to recount your old steps into being sober again. It hasn’t been easy. 

It’s been a couple days since your last time, and while your skin’s no longer bright and swollen, it seems to beg for your attention. You have to plan it carefully, making sure Damon will be gone long enough that he won’t sense the fresh blood. When he grabs your wrists to kiss your face, you don’t want to flinch in slight pain, or let him pick up a chance in your heartbeat. 

It’s such a complicated addiction to have when dating a vampire, yet fighting the urges are so hard, sometimes you can’t help but give into them. 

The blades in the bathroom are ready for you when you enter. A brand new pack sits in the drawer. The boys won’t miss one or two. The one time Stefan did notice, you blabbered a quick lie about needing one to scrape a bit of food dried to the stovetop. He was in such a rush that day, he didn’t catch any lie, and you were able to smile and flee the scene a moment later. Since then, you make sure to hold onto the one you have until there’s enough to not see one missing. 

With everyone seemingly involved in the Enzo situation, you don’t bother to shut the door completely before dragging the blade across your skin. The boarding house is empty, and this bathroom in particular is tucked away nicely behind the stairs. You make a few scattered cuts and watch the blood seep from them. It always seems to calm you in the most grotesque way, and, quite ironically, gives you the perfect dopamine rush that raises your spirits despite the pain. It’s a terrible addiction but with a high reward… until you have to hide the evidence. 

That little reminder makes you sigh. Too many scars are hard to hide, and with Damon back, you have to be careful. It would break him to see you this way; that thought alone makes you put down the blade. For a moment longer, you stare at the tricking blood, committing the sight to memory to maybe fend off the next urge. To imagine the blood on your skin may convince yourself it’s there, and maybe you won’t cut the next time you’re so desperate. Maybe. 

You reach for a piece of toilet paper to dab the wounds. The bleeding needs to stop before you crave another scare. It’s so tempting, but-

“Hey,” Damon appears suddenly, peeking through the door. His eyes are narrowed, as if sensing something’s wrong. “What are you doing?”

You turn to face him and hold your hands around your back quickly. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure?” He opens the door a little wider, seeing the reflection of your hidden hands in the mirror. “Let me see your arms.”

“I’m okay.” Nervously, you pull down your sleeves to hide your wounds as much as possible. Your eyes meet the floor, unable to lie if you look into his blues.

“No, you’re not.” He argues, anxious to see your face; to not let you shy away and avoid his gaze. His approach makes your heart race, confirming his worst fears. “Let me see.”

“I thought you were leaving. I thought Stefan needed you.”

“He does, but he can wait.”

“But-”

“You’re my first priority. I can tell something’s up. Please,” he brushes a hair away from your face, “let me in.”

“Damon, I’m fine.”

“You’re hurting, and I can smell the blood, and I’m really trying hard not to freak out right now.”

You huff at the realization that he could smell it. You should’ve waited for him to be gone longer before breaking your skin. “Promise me you won’t be mad.”

“Why would I be mad?”

“Just promise me.” Tears well in your eyes, but you let them fall, unwilling to take your hands off your sleeves. 

“Y/N, I promise. I could never be mad. Just let me see it.”

Slowly, you release your sleeves, but leave the task of rolling them up to him. You can’t bear to do it yourself. Damon takes one hand gently and pulls the sleeve back. Upon seeing the numerous cuts, he pulls the other back with a little more vigor, but is still careful not to hurt you. He stares, unable to speak or move, as his heart breaks with every passing second. 

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper. His eyes meet yours and you finally break down into tears. 

Without a moment of hesitation, he pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arms protectively around your body. You feel safe in his arms, you always do. Damon has a way about him that always makes you feel safe, no matter what anyone else thinks of him. He’s loyal and understanding, and that is part of the reason you feel so horrible for not telling him this. 

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, now sobbing into his chest. 

Your heart beats and reminds him that you are alive. The cuts made into your skin weren’t deep enough to take you. The pain you have been feeling hasn’t swallowed you whole. He concentrates on your breathing, and your crying, and uses it to anchor himself before asking the thousands of questions flooding his mind. 

He pulls away, finally, and wipes your tears with his thumbs. His hands grip your shoulders with a gentle desperation, as if he’s afraid you could dissipate at any moment. 

“Y/N…”

“I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.”

“Did you mean for me to find out at all?”

Your heart feels heavy as you reply, “honestly, no.”

“Why not tell me, Y/N? You know I love you. If you’re hurting, I want to be there for you.”

“I know… I guess I just didn’t want to disappoint you? Some part of me was embarrassed about it, and I didn’t want you to see me differently because of it. I don’t know.” 

“Baby, there’s nothing you could do that’d ever make me love you less. Nothing that would ever make me feel a different way, or see you in another light.”

“I know. I know my feelings are totally irrational, I just… they’re fears.”

“I understand.” He kisses your forehead, then releases your shoulders to hold your hands and kiss them, too. “Hey, can you promise me something?”

“I can try.”

“Come to me the next time you’re feeling like you want to hurt yourself, okay? Let me help you through it.”

“But-”

“It doesn’t matter what’s going on, or who’s texting, I will drop anything and put you first. But you gotta let me in when you need it. Okay?”

“Okay.” You take a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Now,” he pauses, biting into his arm and holding it out for you to drink. His other hand meets the back of your head, stabilizing your neck to keep you comfortable. 

To his dismay, you refuse. You try to pull away, but his other hand prevents that, so you look down instead. “I can’t.”

“Y/N…”

“The scars are a reminder that I bleed. As soon as they fade away, the urge returns, but if they’re there for a little while, the urge is less strong. They’re kind of a comfort, I think. A reminder.”

“So you don’t want me to heal them?”

“I’d rather not. They don’t bother me too much. Do they bother you?”

You can see the hesitation in his eyes. He fights with himself, knowing the sight is a reminder of your pain, but understands their existence helps you heal. After a moment, he shakes his head. “No, baby, I only care that you’re safe.” He kisses them one more time. “Have you eaten much today?”

“Not really.”

“Well… do you mind if I make you something, even if it’s just something small, and then we can sit together on the couch? We’ll take today slow.”

“Okay. Wait, but what about Stefan?”

“Caroline can handle it. Then he’ll be in her debt and she’ll be happy about it,” he jokes.

You smile, appreciating his humor despite the somber mood hanging above both your heads. He’s the light in dark times, the much needed laugh that breaks the awkward silence. It’s part of the reason you fell for him so quickly. 

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Okay. And thank you.”

He pulls you in to kiss your forehead, then reaches for your hand. “Of course.”

[liaarxse]

Get off damn it!

Headcanons

TR characters cuddling with you after a fight

Characters: The Kawata twins (separately), Matsuno Chifuyu, Manjiro Sano

Warnings: None, crack

A/n: This freeky AI bot is giving me way too many ideas.

Souya Kawata

Let's get straight to the point, you know it, he knows it, y'all cuddling after a fight ASAP

Not even a fight, even if it was just a meeting

Y'all cuddling ok? Ok.

He's usually pretty riled up after a fight and has more energy

Tells you all the drama bitch

Literally get out your notepad now

Maybe he let a tear fall here and there, but that's about it

But oh

Ohhh

OHOHOHOHOOOO

God forbid he straight up cries like in that one manga chapter (I can't remember which one it was)

Pray

Even if you don't pray, pray

Even if you are a Satanist, pray

Even if you're a God or a Devil, pray

You and Nahoya both know the shit that's about to go lose

Just stay put and wait for him

He comes to your place as if in a matter of seconds, changing and throwing himself onto you, breaking down

Well, shit.

He's cursing them out, saying how he beat their ass and would do it again, while crying

How?

Idk

Don't ask me they ain't real

But show this boy some love. He deserves it. Caress his scalp, play with his hair, place tender kisses on his face, and just hold him for a bit longer

He'll return the favor as soon as possible.

Nahoya Kawata

Ah, fuck, not again

He gets into a fight every single day

And always comes to your place so you can fix him up

"Hey baby."

"Nahoya your face is literally deformed what the fuck."

Just fix him

Not because he deserves it but because he's annoying as shit and won't leave you alone

Once, he broke your window and crawed into your room at 4 in the morning to tend his wounds

He paid for your therapy sessions dw

Since he's 24/7 injured, he always smells like blood

Like, ew?

Once he came by after a nasty fight all injured and blooded up

You gagged

LMAOOOOO

"Fuck you."

"Sure."

🤡

He always throws his bloody ass on your new sheets, and you go BERSERK

You once hit him in the head cough Deja Vu cough with a broom because he ruined your sheets

He smirked at that comment

You kicked him outside

He crawled back in and trapped you in a hug

That lasted all night

"Nahoya let go I need to pee."

"Bitch hold it in."

He loves you, i swear

Matsuno Chifuyu

Blooded your sheets on accident

Don't be mad please

Here, pet Peke J

You mad?

You don't get to pet Peke J

Loser\j

In all honesty, he's reckless.

Every. Fucking. Time. He comes by the next day you're restocking on aid supplies.

Stg he better start paying up

Once called you in the middle of a fight with his nose bleeding and a few bruises on his face

"I'm coming over later, babe!"

"MATSUNO HOLY SHI—"

He hung up

Your ass went CRAZY before he came knocking on your door

He was injured

A lot

Really

Is he half dead?

Will he make it through the night?

Will—

Hey he brought Peke J!

Everything Is fine

He cleaned up before cuddling with you but still managed to dirty your sheets

"You're lucky my son is here."

"That's my son, pussy."

Y'all love Peke J more than your relationship/j

He changed your sheets and went back to cuddling you

If needed he'll buy new ones

Baby boy, baby 🫶

Manjiro Sano

Bfr, you woke up, and your boyfriend was sleeping right next to you, beaten up

You screamed

He screamed

You threw a book at him

He got a concussion

Great, more blood

"Damn it Manjiro I just bought these sheets!"

"Are you insane?"

Maybe lol

After leaving the room you still felt the smell of blood.

Looking down you saw your favourite pj smeared with droplets of blood from none other than MIKEY

He had cuddled you while you slept personally in blooded clothes

You chased him with a pan

Seven AM the usual morning line-up

Start on the chores and sweep till the floor's all cleEeeeeEN

Imagine Mikey as Rapunzel though

Them dark impulses gon kick in hard up inside that tower

Give him love too, please, #helptakemichiwiththesemessedupbastards

[darleuxox]

soft & tender. ☆ aemond targaryen x fem!velaryon!reader smut

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warnings: 18+ (no minors i stg) nsft, overstimulation, voyeurism, implied breeding kink, cursing, jealous aemond, possessive aemond, a little bit rough, dysfunctional family dinner, premeditated murder, jace suffers greatly

summary: your betrothed expects his patience to be rewarded, one way or another. watching you dance with someone he loathes feels like the opposite.

word count: 2,012

a/n: r is a velaryon but not related to aemond through blood. aemond you crazy bitch!! sorry if there are errors, i’m still getting used to writing smut. thank you so much for the request @duhitzdae , i hope you like it!

Aemond was tempted to smash his brother’s skull in with his empty wine glass if he had to endure one more minute of his jesting. It felt so foolish to the prince, wasting precious seconds that could be spent with you on people so tawdry in comparison. It wasn’t often that your families indulged in social gatherings, and he had little hope there’d be another time like this in the near future. Although Aemond truly wished it could be under better circumstances that didn’t involve your uncle’s demise, there was literally no time like the present. For too long had the second-born prince endured endless torturous nights dreaming of caressing your soft skin, and laying in your divine arms. He dreamt of venturing through your personage in places he’d kill another man for thinking of. But there was no need to worry about the ladder, your aunt Lady Rhaenys approving of your new engagement with the prince once he asked for your hand. All that was left was to announce your good tidings at this wretched dinner.

Beneath the table his fists clenched in his lap, tension beginning to overflow when yet another servant came through the door. You and your niece Baela were caught up in something with Rhaenys, making the two of you the last guests to arrive. Your time with the prince was often limited to dragon rides somewhere far and secluded from Kings Landing and Driftmark, on the rare occasion that you both had entirely tended to your respective duties. Aemond adored those moments with you, adrenalized and invigorated from flying on Vhagar with you in his arms. In the meantime, all he could enjoy were your letters that carried just enough of your rose perfume for him to imagine you there.

The two grand doors swung open, guards clearing the way for you and Baela to enter.

“There you two are!” Rhaenyra exclaimed, putting her grievances with the Queen aside, “Come sit with us.”

Aemond’s smile swiftly fell as your older brother-in-law, Daemon pulled out a chair for you, right between Jacaerys and Baela.

“It’s a joy to see you again, Y/N and Baela,” Alicent said hospitably. “Rhaenys tells me you’ve both been a great help at Driftmark,” Her smile dropped awkwardly, “And my condolences to your late uncle. What happened earlier was… unfortunate, to say the least.”

“Thank you, my queen,” You replied, your smile warm, “I’m happy to see you and your family in good spirits.” Aemond’s violet eye remained glued on you, softening when you took a moment to beam at him. Whoever thought all angels had wings was surely wrong in Aemond’s book.

Even when your attention shifted towards catching up with Rhaena, the prince basked in your vision. You wore a shoulderless obsidian gown with a cascading neckline that hinted at something delicious beneath. The dim light of the dining hall did no disservice to your beauty, your eyes twinkling as if stars lay beneath them. Aemond was barely listening to a word his grandfather was saying when you suddenly stood up.

Seeing Jace’s hand hold yours was equivalent to watching idly by as you clutched scolding hot coals in Aemond’s mind. He sat up a bit straighter with his jaw clenched and his expression cold but deadly, time moving slow while you began to dance with his nephew.

“Aemond? Don’t you agree with your mother?” Otto asked a little louder.

“...Mhm,” Aemond muttered, stabbing his fork into the steak violently.

First, he’d gain retribution by blinding the young man, so he’d never look at you so sweetly again. How could you be so foolish? Dancing with another man in front of one who deserved you far more. Then Aemond would cut off his right hand, the one placed far too close to your hip. No, No, No – The prince screamed internally, don’t laugh with Jace like that. Finally, Aemond thought, his temptations bloodthirsty, he’d sever Jacery’s Targaryen’s legs. He can’t dance with you again without them.

Once you finally sat down, Jace remained standing, lifting his cup looking triumphant.

“I’d like to make an announcement,” Jace said, “Although Lady Rhaenys could not join us tonight,” he paused, “There is a matter our families have been discussing for a long time coming. I intend to take Lady Y/N’s hand in marriage.”

Judging from your wide eyes, you were in the dark about this. Aemond was ready to weaponize his cutting knife when a servant barged in front of him, presenting a horribly timed and placed meal. Silence suffocated the room except for Lucerys’ giggling. The boy stopped when he heard a startling clang from the other side of the table, where Aemond had stabbed the table hard. Smiling wickedly at Lucerys, Aemond abruptly stood and looked towards Jace.

“I’m terribly sorry, nephew,” Aemond said, “But Rhaenys promised me Y/N’s hand earlier today, actually.”

“Aemond! Why didn’t you tell me?” Alicent exclaimed.

“I,” Aemond proclaimed, overflowing with arrogance, “Wanted it to be a surprise, mother.” He looked directly at Jace, his smile wide but his eye malicious.

“But fret not, you should have no troubles finding another suitor,” Aemond exclaimed, “For Jace, you have grown into a handsome, intelligent…” He looked at his mother, who wanted to die from embarrassment. “Strong man. Haven’t you?”

“Take that back,” Jace growled, looking furious.

“Aemond - stop this at once,” Alicent sternly pleaded with her son.

“I don’t see the problem, mother. I was only assuring my nephew that he’ll find love elsewhere,” Aemond said, “Away from Y/N.”

When Jace tried to lunge at Aemond, the prince pushed him down like nothing. If his family hadn’t intervened, Aemond would’ve beaten Jace into a pulp.

“Aemond!” Otto boomed, “That’s enough. Head to your quarters.”

“...Fine,” Aemond relented, “As long as my lady accompanies me.”

“This is where we’ll be staying.”

You crossed your arms, looking up at him with a frown, “What about your bedroom?”

Aemond gave you a smug little smile, towering over you as he took a step closer and placed a hand on your cheek. his breathing was heavy and staggered, and you could feel his warm breath against your face. “It’s not close enough for Jace to hear.”

You let out a gasp, and you couldn’t tell if it was from disgust or arousal. “Aemond…”

“Mhm,” your betrothed mumbled, burying his face into the crook of your neck while wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. He pulled you in so close you could feel his fingers digging into your flesh. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” he breathed out, “Only for that bastard to do it first.”

Aemond began to press painstakingly light kisses down your neck, having your body shiver at the ghost of his lips.

“If you’re going to kiss me, just do it already,” you giggled, fingers tugging at his platinum locks.

Aemond pulled away from your neck with a boyish smile, “Oh my love,” he chuckled, “I can’t touch you properly if you don’t tell me what you want.”

You wouldn’t have given in so quickly to his possessive urges on any other day, but you knew what you were getting into when you flirted with Jacerys.

Goosebumps invaded your flesh as he removed your nightgown, letting it slide helplessly to the floor. His fingers slid down the sides of your body, stopping at your hips before abruptly lifting you up in a princess hold. “Aemond!” you squeaked, growing dizzy as he gently laid you on the bed.

Kneeling above you, Aemond’s determined expression softened as he admired your body. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he told you, his hands moving to hover above your chest.

Your breath hitched when aemond began to play with your perk nipples, rubbing circles torturously slow onto each nub, often taking a moment to squeeze your breasts with his slender hands.

“So soft,” Aemond muttered in rapture. The room would be silent without your heavy breathing, at least until you released a breathy moan when he began to suck on your tit.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, your hands gripping onto his shoulders.

Aemond was delighted to touch you again, but he needed more for his plan to work. Getting impatient, he used one hand to steady himself as the other one danced on the skin surrounding your pussy. You moaned when he massaged your clit, until he suddenly stopped.

“Aemond!” you whined. He simply unlatched his mouth from your nipple and looked at you innocently.

“If you want something,” Aemond tutted, one hand hovering above your aching clit while the other caressed your lip, “You must tell me what you want, and how much you want it.”

“I want you inside of me,” you begged, “I need you to fuck me.”

“When I needed to fuck you, you were dancing with him,” Aemond said coldly, grabbing your face to look into your eyes, “He’ll know his place when he hears you screaming my name. but first, you need to know yours.”

Aemond became animalistic. Once his patience wore out so did you, panting and moaning loudly as he continued to viciously eat you out as he had done for the past hour. He moved you so your ass was in the air, face pressed flush against the pillow. Not even that could muffle your voice.

“Too much,” you cried, hands clutching at the sheets tightly.

“Just one more. I promise. You want me to fuck you?” Aemond panted out, “Then say it.” He slapped your ass, grabbing hold of your cheeks as he shoved his tongue deeper down your throbbing cunt.

“I want you to fuck me Aemond!”

“Good girl, keep begging,” Aemond moaned, “They should be done with dinner soon. If you like Jace so much give him a taste of what he’s missing, hm?”

After bidding his mother goodnight, Jace tiredly trekked to his room. There must be something he could do, he thought desperately. You’ve been a best friend of his since childhood, and he refused to lose you to his devious uncle. Jace clenched his fist, growing angrier with every step. Maybe a duel would be in order-

“Fuck yes!”

Jace approached the door of his room, his cheeks red and eyes wide. It took the young lord a moment to recognize your voice.

“Gonna fill you up again and again,” Aemond growled into your ear, hands digging into your hips as you continued to bounce, “You’ll still feel it when you see him again,” he snarled, “And you’ll feel it whenever another grubby man puts his hands on you.”

“Yes, yes, yes-“ you blubbered, tears streaming down your cheeks while your head rested on his shoulder, “Just like that!” you sobbed out when he hit your g-spot yet another time tonight.

“Scream my name,” Aemond demanded, pulling you from his neck to look into your teary eyes.

“A-aemond!”

“Louder!”

The Velaryon boy was horribly torn between breaking the door down and beating aemond into a pulp and listening to that delectable voice of yours. He’d thought of fucking you before but now it was all he could think about as he lay in bed alone.

“I’m getting close,” you moaned frantically, hips crashing into his harder and faster.

“I… I think I’m getting close too,” Aemond groaned, “Don’t cum yet.”

He yanked your hair back, forcing you to look at him, “Look at me. Don’t. Cum. Yet.”

It was difficult when your eyes were teary and fluttering from the overstimulation, but you tried your best. In a moment of boldness, your hands slid beneath the straps of his eye patch, gently removing it to reveal his sapphire eye. With anyone else, Aemond would’ve been furious. But knowing just how much you loved him, bought a tender aspect to such rough lovemaking. Pleasure began to swirl in your stomach more and more, finally exploding once he came in you. You both moaned in tandem, his hands gripping your hips as if to ensure not a drop of his seed went awry.

[whyse7vn]

MIDLIFE CRISIS -

[ ot7 x reader ]

JIMIN OLD ERA

8 participants - 8 online

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namjoon: why are you guys so quiet today

what did you do??

just tell me so i can fix it pls and thx

hobi: idk I’m at the studio

y/n: omw to the studio so idk x2

jk: i am at home

tae: i am also at jungkooks home (and y/ns i would never forget u my queen i love ur house) maybe yoongi got into a fight again idk

yoongi: i am watching tv

not fighting

that was one time

hobi: didn’t you break woozi’s nose literally last week and harassed scoups a week before that?

jin: he also did knock out that one staff guy last month

namjoon: he did

and luckily when the guy woke up he couldn’t remember anything and didn’t sue

yoongi: you know about all that?

stop stalking me

freaks.

hobi: people talk yoongi!!!

tae: AND HE PUNCHED ME YESTERDAY

y/n: YOU BROKE WOOZI’S NOSE??????

tae: ok but yoongi also punched ME like who even is woozi when he’s at home????

yoongi: me but if i was ugly homeless untalented and had a broken nose

jin: yoongi is woozi’s evil twin

y/n: WHAT DID WOOZI EVER DO TO YOU??

yoongi: idk a woozi

namjoon: we are getting off track

jimin jin what did you do??

jimin: NOTHING I SWEAR IT WASN’T ME LITERALLY MAKING A SANDWICH RN

jin: i was cleaning haven’t done anything promise

namjoon: who is lying to me

pls tell me i really don’t have time for this rn

y/n: i vote jimin why is he shouting never trust a man that shouts

also tae get the fuck out my house rn

and can i get a little context about this woozi situation….

tae: cant wait for u to come home #sleepover

jimin: ITS NOT ME I SWEAR ALSO I THINK I BROKE MY PHONE I CANT TAKE CAPSLOCK OFF HELP

I VOTE JIN CUZ FYM UR CLEANING

jin: it means i me cleaning?

is he stupid? anyways i vote y/n cuz she’s a sick little liar and is probably causing problems

y/n: i’m literally in a car rn i’m not doing anything

YOONGI ANSWER UR PHONE RN

yoongi: read my message i sent you :3

hobi: i vote tae

jk: same

tae: wtf jungkook

jk: sorry u are taking real long in the toilet for all i know you could of jumped out the window and stabbed 46 people

tae: no cuz ur so right

but i haven’t btw namjoon if ur wondering

namjoon: ur all stressing me out

stop arguing

and NO sex talk please

jimin: ??????

yoongi: who is arguing?

jin: and who is talking about sex?

namjoon: oh

um okay

cool

good

yoongi: freak

hobi: yoongi about to send u this song listen to it pretty pls with a cherry on top >.<

yoongi: k

jk: guys pls someone bring me bread

i ate all my bread

y/n: will get some on my way home

yoongi i stg answer ur phone

jk: blushing

yoongi: :3333

jimin: PLS SOMONE HELP ME HOW DO I FIX THIS

jin: it’s probably a issue in ur settings

maybe idk

have you checked?

jimin: WILL DO THAT

namjoon: this feel extremely wrong

is everyone ok?

hobi: yes yes

yoongi: 👍🏻

jimin: YEAH

tae: yh

jin: yup

jk: yes mr namjoon

y/n: ofc !!

but woozi is not can we pls address the woozi situation yoongi did NOT answer me

namjoon: okay

why do i feel like something is wrong then

everything is wayyyyy to calm

it’s like

domestic almost

in a strange way

its unsettling

jin: then settle? idk what to tell you

jk: domestic malewife 🥺

my dream

y/n: ????

namjoon: no one is threatening to kill anyone

ur not taking about sex

nothing about feminism

or tae being broke

no jk vs yoongi

jin vs jimin????

hobi isn’t singing

no drug talk

and not one of you is on drugs right now??

guys be fr

what’s wrong?

jk: do you want me to get high rn??????

i can do it

if you want

i can

just say the word

namjoon: no wtf???

i would LIKE if you guys told me what the fuck you’re hiding from me

jin: let’s talk about what UR hiding joon

y/n: OMG WHY ARE WE NOT CONCERNED THAT YOONGI BROKE WOOZIS NOSE LIKE HELLO?????

namjoon: what i’m hiding????

i’m not hiding anything

jimin: IS IT FIXED NOW GUYS?

tae: when life gets tough you need to fix yourself

or you won’t be fixed

jk: woah

yoongi: what?

hobi: it’s cold as fuck toady

y/n: HIS NOSE HELLO??? ITS BROKEN

jk: tell him to fix it

because if he doesn’t fix himself he won’t be fixed

tae: the way jungkook just gets it 🥺

jin: don’t lie kim namjoon

namjoon: i really don’t know what ur talking about but ok??

anyways u guys are still bothering me but not in a i want to bash my head against a wall sense like normal

but in a are they being held at gun point sense

can you all snap out of it??

jk: don’t bash ur head joon

namjoon: im not

that is my problem

yoongi: sounds like you are

namjoon: you guys did something real fucked up didnt you that’s why ur acting like this

you can tell me

i wont get mad

hobi: ok can you shut up ohmygod

jimin: LITERALLY JOON UR GREAT AND ALL BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT PLS SHUT THE HELL UP

jk: can you not shout pls ur scaring people

jimin: I CANT HELP IT

jk: sorry i’m just a ugly pig then

yoongi: ur so dramatic

tae: don’t worry kookie small men often carry a large amount of rage that’s why jimin is shouting

don’t take it personal

jimin: ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ME??

y/n: ok so you guys really don’t gaf about woozi???

jk: what is that???

yoongi: literally

tae: y/n can you also buy cheese for us when you come back

jk: cheese 🤤

y/n: whatever….

namjoon: wow ok

so

i’ll just go then?

jk: baiiii ^^ 💞✨

namjoon: no this feels so wrong

y/n: go take a nap joon

hobi: bros just yapping away like 💀

tae: GO

namjoon: did you guys kill someone?

be honest with me im begging

jin: maybe if we ignore him he’ll go away

jimin: fixed my keyboard

thank god amen #lifeisgood

namjoon: guys

jk: i’m a man not a guy

yoongi: what

hobi: do you think maybe this is his midlife crisis?

jin: i thought the whole rap monster thing was his midlife crisis

y/n: he was like 18 then?

jin: i didn’t expect him to live long

jimin: start of life crisis

tae: maybe namjoon himself is the crisis

namjoon: you guys are my crisis

y/n: we haven’t even done anything

namjoon: can you guys do something

hobi: ur really loosing it

namjoon: don’t make ME do something

hobi: wtf is namjoon threatening me rn?

jimin: what is the worst namjoon can do be fr

namjoon: i have like 127 snipers on ur house rn shut the fuck up

jimin: wtf???????

y/n: nct core

namjoon: me y/n and tae had a threesome

jk: WHAT??????????????

jin: I KNEW IT I KNEW IT

jimin: oh my actual god

tae: I HIT I HIT GUYS I DID IT ALL OF YOU THAT PRAYED ON MY DOWNFALL LOOK AT ME NOW LOOK AT ME

namjoon: but that’s not the first time we fucked

minus tae ofc

tae: wait what

hobi: oh wow

namjoon: on jungkooks birthday last year

yoongi: laughed

namjoon: and at a sleepover we all had at yoongi’s house

yoongi: oh

jk: WHAT THE FUCK

y/n: i am going to kill you

namjoon: i have almost asked her to be my girlfriend

y/n: what

namjoon: on multiple occasions

jk: THIS HAS TO BE FAKE OMGSHH2£:£!£3:;&;’cmnfkknfmfnc

y/n: namjoon

namjoon: i’ve tried to get taehyung kicked out of the group a total of 29 times

tae: WHY WTF

????

OMG

BETRAYAL OF THE CENTURY

WHAT THE HELL

jin: LMAO that’s crazy as hell

namjoon: i have never eaten a single dish jin has ever cooked for me

jin: ARE YOU SICK?????????

I SLAVE AWAY IN THE KITCHEN

AND FOR WHAT???

FUCKING UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT

NEVER COOKING FOR U AGAIN

WOW IM SO PISSED

FUCK YOU

UGLY FUCK

namjoon: when we debuted i believed jimin was the ugliest man i had ever seen and felt physically ill when people would flirt with him because wtf were they seeing??

jimin: WOW

WOOOOOW

wow

that’s crazy actually

do u even fw us be honest

hobi: definitely fw y/n that’s for sure!!!

ok i’m sorry i didn’t mean it i don’t want to know what you have to say im sorry i just saw the opportunity PLS IM SORRY IM SORRY

namjoon: ur mother used to send me money so i would hang with you

hobi: ur telling me our sunday bonding days weren’t actually sunday bonding days 🥲

namjoon: i wanted to shoot myself in the head

jimin: what the actual fuck is happening

jk: HES LYING HES LYING THERE IS NO WUAYS HES LYINGGGGGGG

namjoon: why would i be lying?

y/n: namjoon you need stop talking

yoongi: namjoon kill yourself

jk: YEAH KILL YOURSELF

namjoon: thank you

jimin: this is by far the craziest degradation kink i’ve ever seen

namjoon: argue

yoongi: you want us to argue?

are you high?

jk: HES HIGH HE IS I KNOW IT

HE WOULDNT SAY ALL OF THAT SOBER

tae: waittt namjoons first high 💞💞💞💞

jimin: that makes sense

he don’t even know what he’s talking about rn lmao

not even mad anymore

i’m happy for u bro

namjoon: no i definitely do know what i’m talking about

i just want you guys to act normal

tae: it’s okay ur doing great joonie

namjoon: I AM NOT HIGH STOP

y/n: you have to be cuz wtf

jk: im confused

namjoon: shut up

jk: why is namjoon fighting me

namjoon: i literally slept with y/n

jk: STOP IT MAKE HIM GO AWAY

PLEASE

jin: IDC IF HES OFF FUCKING COKE RN

he’s actually so fucked up and insane for saying that TO ME LIKE TO ME MY COOKING ARE YOU INSANE??????

what a SHIT leader…

hobi: i think maybe he needs to hug a tree rn

stay grounded or smth

yoongi: bro is off the trees rn wydm

namjoon: i am “off” absolutely nothing rn maybe i’m just really concerned for you all

and maybe just maybe it’s you guys’ fault for making me have to act and talk insane so YOU GUYS can act and talk insane and make me feel at peace in life

you made me like this

all you do is cause me stress

this is ALL UR OWN FAULT

tae: i am NOT reading that essay 😭

jimin: omg we are all literally being gaslit by kim namjoon rn what the actual fuck is life

namjoon: im sick of you all

ur ageing me

y/n: i think ur ageing urself tbh

hobi: life goes on man…

tae: tbh i think namjoon is going through a bad trip rn

like tell me he doesn’t sound high as hell

jimin: you’ve actually lost it namjoon

hobi: it was bound to happen

tae: it’s okay just hold ur breath until you pass out and when u wake up you’ll be fine

that’s how i stop a bad trip

namjoon: I AM NOT HIGH FOR THE LAST TIME

jk: that’s what i say when i’m high

just saying

yoongi: this is definitely that midlife crisis

namjoon: why are you not freaking out about me literally having sex with the girl your in love with

yoongi: ur high and idc

jk: I CARE

i don’t believe you joon 😡

y/n: this is not life rn…..

hobi: are all four of you not in love with her wow thats kinda insane

y/n rizz go crazy

jimin: why don’t you all just like idk

date????

hobi: omg wait i wanna date too don’t leave me out this time 🥺🫰🏼

yoongi: i’ll pass

MY girl idk if you get that or not

jimin: but she��s-

ok

whatever

ur all fucked up idc

might as well all fuck but fuck me right???

ur girl no ur so right i need to just shut my mouth

sighs looks left looks right

idiot

namjoon: you all make me sick

jimin: literally do not care

jk: do you need a hug namjoon?

namjoon: absolutely not shut the fuck up

jk: oh 🥲

yoongi: so ur just really fucking mean high?

sucks

namjoon: IS HELL FROZEN OVER YOONGI BASICALLY JUST DEFENDED JUNGKOOK LIKE WHAT????? GUYS ARE YOU SEEING THIS???

hobi: who sold you this weed man..

we need to get them

jimin: he probably got sold cocaine got told it was weed and took it all

jin: yikes

sleep it off joon!!

namjoon: I HATE YOU ALL

omg

guys

i’m going to kill myself

….

now you say good or like do it or we won’t miss you

jin: who hurt you??

namjoon: YOU GUYS DID

YOU GUYS DO

ALL THE TIME ACTUALLY

WHY ARE YOU NOT DOING THAT NOW

jk: he wants us to tell him to kill himself?

namjoon: YES

y/n: he’s actually loosing his mind wow

hobi: he’s literally on another universe rn

jin: i’ll actually kill you instead of telling you to kill urself how about that!

namjoon: SHUT THE HELL UP

yoongi: does he want us to argue or stfu??? i don’t get it anymore

y/n: ur really like being insane rn joon

jimin: this a high that NEEDS to be slept off…

namjoon: there is no way u guys are being fr rn…

you guys are fucking with me

WHY IS IT AN ISSUE WHEN I SAY SOMETHING OUT OF LINE

hobi: you said MANY things out of line

namjoon: BUT YOU GUYS CAN TALK ABOUT HOW TAE HAD SEX WITH A RANDOM GIRL IN ALLEY FOR FREE FOOD AND NO ONE SAYS SHIT?????

tae: THAT IS NOT TRUE BTW

NAMJOON TELL THEM ITS NOT TRUE

namjoon: YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY AT EACH OTHERS THROATS EVERY DAY AND WHEN I QUESTION WHY UR ALL BEING NORMAL I GET LOOKED AT FUNNY???

y/n: this is us normal?

I WAS LITERALLY TALKING ABOUT HOW YOONGI BROKE MY FRIENDS NOSE IS THAT NORMAL TO YOU???

tae: namjoon just used that fake scenario as an example IT IS NOT TRUE

namjoon: everyday you all push me closer to suicide

yoongi: ok?

idk what you want us to do at this point

namjoon: i don’t know either

yoongi: ok??

namjoon: ok

jk: OK 😋

namjoon: i think i’m gonna go now

namjoon left “JIMIN OLD ERA”

jimin: lmao i NEED to find out what he’s smoking that was crazy

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i hate this actually.

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[ghostlynachopanda]

Kiss

a/n: the wifi in my apartment has been out for 3 days?? I'm gonna throw hands with management stg. I wrote this at 4am this time so it might suck but we get jealous Wednesday and a first kiss. Enjoy this one pals, especially you Alex.

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

words: 2.2k

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Wednesday woke up to the sounds of heavy rain against the large window in her dorm. She could feel the cold seeping through the window and biting at her skin when she removed her blanket. To her surprise and satisfaction, Enid was already gone. Today, Wednesday took her time getting ready. There were no noises disturbing the morning silence or stopping her from enjoying the morning chill. When Wednesday was ready, she headed down to breakfast. Intending to join you, even if you’re not fully awake.

Wednesday scans the dining hall, and it doesn't take long to spot you in your usual seat. This time, you have company: Enid. Wednesday tries not to let it bother her, there's no reason you can't hang out with Enid. You're friends, after all.

But, Enid was sitting in Wednesday's spot, and that makes her pause. Enid was sitting closer than Wednesday normally would, talking to you animatedly about something Wednesday couldn't hear. You were smiling and laughing along with whatever mindless things Enid was saying. Your attention was fully on Enid and whatever unintelligent things she was saying. It made Wednesday's chest tighten with something she was unfamiliar with.

Wednesday doesn't like it, not one bit. Wednesday quickly makes her way to the two of you, finally making her presence known. You notice her first.

"Oh, good morning Wednesday," you said, voice light and a little breathy. Wednesday's eyes settle on your figure, taking in your relaxed posture. You take her in too,

"Howdy roomie, sleep well?" Enid asks.

"Enid, have you eaten breakfast yet?" Wednesday asks next.

"Not yet, I was a little busy-"

"Go get it." Wednesday snapped, eyes not leaving you. Both of you missed the knowing smile on Enid's face

"Sure! Either of you want anything while I'm up?" she asks, schooling her features while standing.

"If I need anything I'll get it myself, thank you though" you answered gently, once again, turning your attention to her.

"Alright, Wednesday?"

Wednesday clenches her jaw, her voice tight with irritation, "No."

With that, Enid walked towards the long line of students waiting for their breakfast. You softly sighed in relief, Enid was extra enthusiastic this morning. You looked down for a moment, just to gather some energy before addressing Wednesday.

"Sorry about that, she kind of just showed up," you said tiredly, before looking up to meet her gaze. Wednesday hasn’t moved from her spot, just staring at you. After a beat, she moves to the spot Enid previously occupied; moving to sit just as close, it surprised you.

“Wednesday?” you asked softly, so gently it made the squeezing in her chest loosen just slightly. Wednesday decides no one else gets the privilege of hearing how soft your voice can get.

“You are to stay by my side the rest of the day.” she proclaimed, surprising you even more.  

“But that’s not-” you tried to reject that idea, but Wednesday was not having that.

“It’s the weekend, there are no classes. You can spend the rest of the day with me without further issues.” you look at her face closely, seeing satisfaction cross her features for a fraction of a second before going back to her deadpan look.

You want to laugh at the absurdity of the demand, at how it makes you feel. You and Wednesday spend a lot of time together already, but hearing her say it out loud is hilarious. Does she not realize just how much time you spend together?

All you can manage is a small smile and a breathy laugh, unconsciously leaning into her. Causing her to look at you, eyes softening but also showing confusion. She doesn't understand why you're laughing. Before you could answer Enid comes back pouting, "Hey guys! Sorry, that took so long, the line was really long. They didn’t have any good things left,"

Your attention snaps away from Wednesday, and embarrassment colors your cheeks; you hadn't realized how close you and Wednesday were. Sitting up straight, you clear your throat before speaking, "It’s alright, the line looked long from here."

Enid sits down across from you, in her rightful spot Wednesday notes. She isn't sure why Enid seems so relentless in talking to you today. She watches the two of you converse; Wednesday watches how you put more space between the two of you, leaning more to your other side. You look tired, your eyes slightly drooping but still managing to be fully in your conversation with Enid. Her name pulls her from her thoughts, "Wednesday, you should go get some breakfast before they run out." Enid said.

"I'm not interested in mediocre-" you cut Wednesday off.

"You should eat something. You'll get hungry before lunch if you don't," you say gently. Wednesday is taken aback, she didn’t know you knew that about her.

"You need to eat too," Wednesday replies. She watches as you shake your head lightly, "I'm okay, I'm not too hungry right now. Go get something before they close the line down,"

Wednesday releases a sharp exhale, not liking how soft your voice is; at least in front of Enid. She doesn't like how it affects her either. Wednesday looks at you sharply, "Fine, but I'm getting you one thing and you will eat it. Understand?" she leaves before you can answer though.

You watch her stomp to the, now, empty line of students. Once Wednesday is out of earshot Enid asks, "Soo, have you guys kissed yet?" causing you to choke on air.

"What kind of question is that?" you cough out, cheeks promptly turning a deep red. You're fully awake now, "Enid, you can't just ask someone that question out of nowhere."

"We're practically besties, so I can. Now answer my question! I wanna know everything!" she says animatedly, a teasing glint in her eyes, watching you look down bashfully. Enid is fully aware you two haven't kissed. She just wants to put the idea in your head.

Your mind goes through every interaction you've had with Wednesday. Truthfully, kissing hadn't crossed your mind, too busy enjoying being with Wednesday to consider something that intimate. You're not even sure Wednesday would consider that,, kissing you. Now looking back on it, there had been ample opportunities to do so. Realizing this made the redness in your cheeks spread to your ears and neck, making Enid laugh.

Wednesday comes out of the line to see this; your head is down and everything from the neck up is red, blushing, and Enid looks to be ruthlessly teasing you. The scene causes something to burn inside her chest. Wednesday dislikes it, everything about it. What had Enid said to make you that red? Her feet are moving before she can comprehend it.

The sound of a tray loudly hitting the table startles you and Enid. Wednesday scans the table, you're still avoiding eye contact and Enid is sending her a proud smile. That smile irks Wednesday for an unknown reason. She reclaims her appropriate spot next to you before wordlessly sliding an apple in front of you.

Wednesday watches you silently take the apple and start eating it, whatever Enid has said to you is still affecting you. Wednesday despises the effect Enid has on you; she's glaring at Enid before she can think about it. All Enid does is send her a smirk and a wink before walking off, irritating Wednesday even more.

The rest of breakfast is blissfully quiet, aside from the quiet chewing from both you and Wednesday. Both of your thoughts are racing, both for different reasons. Your thoughts consist of what it would be like to kiss Wednesday, trying to desperately push that thought out so you can act somewhat normal. Her thoughts stuck on what Enid had done to make you react that way and how she, herself, could get you to react that way.

After finishing breakfast Wednesday stands quietly and offers her tray to put your trash on. Once the core of the apple settles next to her trash she walks to the nearest trashcan. You take a breath and shake your head, gathering what little thoughts you have. When Wednesday comes back you look at her and nod, signaling you're ready to leave.

Both of you are making your way through the doors of the dining hall when someone calls for you, "Hey cutie! You got any plans? I was gonna go hang out with Enid and the group later if you wanna join," both of you and Wednesday turn around to find Yoko.

You stupidly point at yourself, she laughs exuberantly in response and walks closer to you two. When she's close enough she wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you away from Wednesday and into her own personal space. It infuriates Wednesday, and the fire in her chest grows warmer. Before you can politely decline the invitation Wednesday barks out, "We already have plans,"

Yoko raises an eyebrow, "Oh yeah, like what? Sitting around and reading a boring old book? Doesn’t sound that entertaining to me," she refutes, antagonizing Wednesday.

"Don't be surprised if there's another garlic incident," Wednesday replies sharply, grabbing your hand and dragging you away. Completely missing Yoko shiver, turn to Enid, and whisper, "Please don’t make me do that again. I might actually die.."

The walk to the dorm was quick, not once did Wednesday let go of your hand. Her grip tighten halfway through when yet another person called out for you. She had no intention of letting anyone steal your attention away from her so she kept walking. When you both reached her room, she all but pushed you inside and closed the door harshly.

Wednesday took a few calming breaths before turning around to speak, "I didn’t realize you were so popular"

"yeah, I didn’t either," you reply, a laugh mixed with a sigh. You were tired, all these interactions so early in the morning were draining.

"Don’t-" Wednesday starts but quickly cuts herself off. She sharply exhales, miffed by how this whole situation affected her. She had no idea what she was feeling but she knew she didn’t like you being casually touched or someone else making you blush.

"Wednesday, are you okay?" you ask carefully, gently. It's something only Wednesday should get to hear, no one else should get the privilege — the pleasure. She decides no one else gets to have you the way she does, not in any capacity.

"What were you and Enid talking about earlier?" she asks, ignoring your concerns. She watches as your face turns red again, the burning sensation in her chest threatens to engulf her.

"She was just teasing me about tripping the other day," you lie through your teeth, hoping it’s a reasonable excuse. It's not, Wednesday sees right through it. She takes methodical steps towards you, hoping you don’t notice the fire in her eyes; hoping you don’t step away, you don’t, you never would. She's close now, close enough to feel her breath on your skin.

"You’re lying to me," she says evenly, not offended in the slightest. She watches your eyes travel every inch of her face, your attention fully on her, and the fire in her chest subsides slightly.

She watches your breath hitch, eyes landing on her lips more often than anything else on her face. Wednesday realizes then what the burning feeling was — jealousy. The burning acidity of jealousy that came with the thought of sharing you with someone else, the thought of losing you. No, she can't have that; no one else can have you.

"Look at me," she said quietly, not wanting to scare you away. She watches you tear your gaze away from her lips to look into her eyes. She sees something in your eyes, something akin to adoration and devotion. The same look is reflected in her own eyes. She likes that look in your eyes, she decides.

You hold eye contact, holding your breath; too afraid to disrupt the still air. Wednesday moves first, grabbing the collar of your shirt and dragging your lips to hers. It's not what you imagined your first kiss would be like, but the kiss emits overwhelming emotion. Both of you close your eyes to revel in the feeling. The feeling of her lips grazing yours is heavenly, nothing short of perfect.

You reach out to grab her jaw and the back of her neck, keeping her from leaving. Wednesday didn’t realize just how much she wanted this, needed to kiss you. Neither of you is sure how much time had passed, but it hasn't been long enough. Her lips unintentionally tremble with the overwhelming emotions she feels. You pull back then, afraid you went too far.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away-" you rushed out, moving to let go and step back but you're cut off.

"Again," Wednesday demands, reaching to pull you back, not ready to have your lips part from hers. Even as close as you are, it's not close enough. She wants to feel your body against hers and feel your lips on hers. She sees you smile before connecting your lips to hers.

Wednesday decides then that she doesn't want to live without the feeling of your lips on hers. She wants to make it a daily occurrence, wants to make it part of her daily routine. She could see herself becoming addicted to this feeling.

Wednesday has always been repulsed by her parent's displays of affection, but if this is how it feels then maybe she understands.

tags:@alexkolax @rainbow-love4ever @o638

[dellalyra]

Hi love I’m back for a bit anyways I was going through my notes and I saw your folder with request ideas that I had and didn’t request yet and since you finally hit 2k i can still do it so yay!

You remember that scene in the manga where they had to train gojos infinity by basically throwing things at him? Yeah so what I was thinking is that moment and also just to make it funnier I just know they were throwing things at him at the speed of light just to make sure something hits him and they moved up to heavier massive objects just for fun so something like that please. :)

ᴜɴᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ - ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

Pixie Says: this was so fun soraya you are my queen I stg I loved writing this

“Did it hit?” You shout across the field.

“No! Do it again?” Satoru’s voice echoes back.

Shoko hands Geto another tennis ball, and he proceeds to fire it across the field - towards an unperturbed Gojo.

“What about that one?” Shoko asks.

“Nope! Do something bigger! Geto - where’s our basketball?” The white haired man says, with all the excitement of a puppy.

Geto rolls his eyes, but smiles slightly - a rare sight these days - as he wanders toward the dorms to grab his ball.

“Think fast!” Shoko shouts, throwing an apple at Gojo’s head.

The apple splits in half and falls to the floor as you and Shoko cheer with Gojo at yet another object infinity can reflect.

Geto jogs towards them, and tosses the orange basketball at his best friend - it bounces straight off and back toward Geto who grabs it in one large hand.

“Okay - we gotta think bigger.” You say, hands on your hips and looking around the courtyard.

Shoko strolls off, only to come back a second later with a chair from one of the classrooms.

“Jesus Koko - I meant like - a pillow.” You try to take the chair but Gojo interrupts by shouting ‘throw the chair!’.

Ever the dutiful girlfriend, you allow Geto to swing the chair toward your man who is gleefully jumping at the prospect of having a chair flung in his direction.

The wood splits in half and falls with a clunk to the ground. Geto claps and whoops at the mess left, all four of you cheering, a mutual love of chaos being the thing that bonded you all three years ago.

“Okay but these are all like, blunt things. Can it stop weapons? Y/N, throw a knife at him.” Shoko says, patting down your thigh to find the holster you keep under your uniform skirt.

“Get your morguey hands outta my girl’s skirt, Ieiri!” Satoru shouts, tossing a tennis ball back at her.

“What about a knife, ‘toru?” You say, fully confident in your love’s abilities to not get stabbed (again).

You had been witness to his crazed intent to become stronger, and almost invincible, over the past few months since the incident. Marks left on everyone, a slight scar on Gojo’s pale throat, crisscrossed scars spanning the width of Geto’s broad chest - the scar of the sound of a gunshot penetrating a sweet girl’s head haunting every dream, hands stained with the blood of her best friends and the memory of shaking hands as she sewed their wounds shut for Shoko and the image of your soulmate bleeding out in your lap and the slash of scar across your thigh from the blow he landed as you tried to deflect him from Satoru.

If one good thing had come from it, it was the fact that it contributed toward the push you and Satoru both needed for getting your heads out of your asses and finally confessing just how much you loved each other that day after the mission in the abandoned hospital.

So you didn’t worry.

Shaking the thoughts from your head you whip your dagger out and spin it between your fingers.

“Ready, ‘toru.” You ask, smiling.

“Always, princess.” He smirks back.

You fling the knife with eerie precision toward him and see it clatter to the ground below an unscathed Gojo.

Another chorus of cheers erupts.

“We need to think even bigger.” Shoko says, deep in thought.

“I’ve got exactly the thing.” Geto says, smirk gracing his features as he looks straight toward you, and in one fast swoop you find yourself in his arms as he prepares to launch you across the field.

“Geto Suguru don’t you dare throw me! I swear to god I will fucking - AGHHHHHH.” Your words of warning are interrupted as you feel yourself fly through the air and then as soon as it started it stops with a jolt and a pair of strong arms wrapping around you, a sheen of sweat sticking to your skin.

You open your eyes, laughing at the turn of events, and see a pair of ice blue eyes, the colour which has been your favourite since you were 16, staring back at you with a wide smile.

“You caught me!” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck and realising that he’s switched his infinity off to hold you.

“Only a fool would drop a girl like you.” He says, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you smile.

“I can’t believe you just quoted scooby-doo and kissed me.” You say, burying your head into his neck.

“You love me.” He says, shrugging.

“That’s exactly why I love you.” You giggle as he gently returns you to solid ground.

“I love you more, but now, I believe you have revenge to enact.” He pats your head, and fixes your shirt.

“I do, thank you, ‘toru.” A peck on the cheek as you stand on the tips of your toes. You smile at him, and turn around.

“GETO SUGURU! YOU BASTARD, GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!” You sprint toward the man who is laughing and beginning to back away slowly - away from the wrath of the future Mrs.Gojo.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

part 4 of flames?? im HOOKED u dont get it we're actual masterminds

I'm sorry it took so long for me to put this out. I'll get to the 5th part this weekend:)

Flames - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary: You're trying to give Ethan a chance with your daughter, but Chad isn't so trusting.

Contains: Angst, a smidge of fluff, Ethan trying to learn how to be a dad, mentions of mental health.

A/N: Y'all...I'm convinced that some of you can read my mind because I'll think about something I want to write(esp. when it comes to spicy stuff), and then one of the sweet anon's on here will request it. I stg some of the things I've gotten requests for have made me fucking BLUSH.

After Ethan went to bed, you struggled to fall asleep. You still felt a little uneasy about him being in the next room over, and not having a true understanding of what he’d actually be capable of. Finally, the exhaustion kicked in and you drifted off. You woke up a few different times during the night when she started to cry, and Ethan ran in the room ever single time, desperate to help.

Once the sun started to peak through the gap in the curtain, you stirred awake and looked over to see River awake in the bassinet.

“Hey, sweet girl,” you said, scooping her up in your arms. She started to coo, the soft sounds making you smile.

You walked out of your room to the next room over, quietly pushing the door open as you saw Ethan in a deep sleep. You noticed his backpack on the ground in the middle of the floor, and started to think about how he needed laundry done. You reached down to grab it, before quietly sneaking back out of the room.

You went to the nursey to change River, before heading downstairs to play with her for a little bit. Once she fell asleep again, you grabbed his bag again, and went to the laundry room.

You started to pull stuff out of his bag, a few bottles of medication falling to the floor.

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself, reaching down to grab them. You started to look at the medication names and pulled out your phone to google them. One was for anxiety, one was for depression, and one was a really strong anti-psychotic med. It might’ve been wrong to be that nosey, but you needed a better understanding of his mental health.

You sat them down on the counter in the room before starting the laundry. He soon walked downstairs, desperate to find you.

“Hey,” you smiled, your face dropping once you noticed his nervous expression. “What’s wrong?”

“I need my meds,” he panicked, looking around for his bag.

“They’re in here,” you said, gesturing to the laundry room. He saw them all lined up, feeling a little shame as he reached for them.

“Thanks…if I don’t take them when I’m supposed to, I don’t act like myself,” he said, calming a little as he opened the bottles and got a pill from each one.

“Do you need water?” you asked as he shook his head, dry swallowing all three pills at once. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

“I’m okay. You’ve already done so much for me,” he said, as you walked out, him following closely behind you.

You went to the living room, the two of you making small talk when your mom walked through.

“I’m going to work. I’ll be home late tonight, but I sent you some money for pizza or whatever you and your friends want to order tonight,” she said, before looking down to smile at her sleeping granddaughter. “She’s just so precious.”

You sleepily smiled at her, as she grabbed her purse to walk out the front door.

“When should they be here?” Ethan asked, referring to your friends.

“Actually,” you said, pulling out your phone to check the time, “Any minute now.”

He started to get really anxious. He was hoping he’d have a little more time for his meds to kick in before he had to be face to face with more of the people he hurt, especially Chad. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but he was about to find out, as he heard light tapping on the front door.

“It’ll be okay,” you tried to assure him, as you got up to walk towards the door.

“Hey! Where’s that precious little angel?” Chad excitedly asked, turning the corner towards the living room. He stopped in his tracks the second he saw Ethan. The rage that built inside of him for months started to come to the surface as Tara walked in behind him, her eyes going wide. “What the fuck is he doing here?” Chad yelled, walking over to Ethan. He grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him up, so he was face to face with him.

You bolted around the corner, trying to step between the two boys as Chad stared Ethan down.

“Sleeping baby, right there,” you said, gesturing towards River as Chad face softened a little. “I know you’re pissed, but you need to calm down.”

“Yeah, babe. Let’s go outside for a minute,” Tara said, as he let go of Ethan’s shirt.

He listened to Tara, as they started to leave the room. He turned to look at Ethan one more time before he softly spoke. “If you hurt either of them, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Ethan didn’t say anything, he just stood there. He had so many different emotions on his face as he tried to pull it together, once again running through all the steps his psychiatrist drilled into his head before he was released from the hospital.

“You okay?” you asked, once Tara and Chad went outside.

He shook his head as he started to cry. You sat down on the couch and grabbed his hand, pulling him down to sit with you. Your arms wrapped around him as he sobbed into your chest.

“I’m so sorry, for everything,” he cried, “I think I should probably go.”

You pulled away to look at him, “You knew how this could go…Don’t try to run away from us the second you’re making progress.”

He wiped his tears as he looked up at you, “I’m making progress?”

“Yes, Ethan. It’s going to take a lot more work, but you’re already doing such a good job with her. Don’t let anyone else make you feel like you aren’t supposed to be here with me…or be here with her.”

You felt yourself start to tear up as you heard Chad and Tara walk back inside. Ethan intently watched Chad, not knowing what to expect as he sat beside him on the couch.

“Why are you here?” Chad questioned; his voice significantly calmer than before. “You fucked your life up, so you come here to get her to put the pieces back together?”

“Chad, stop,” you warned, as Tara chimed in.

“Just tell him what you need to say, Chad. Don’t be an asshole. He is River’s dad,” she said, looking over to the sleeping baby.

Chad sighed, looking at Ethan, “I don’t fucking trust you, and I don’t like that you’re here. You fucking hurt me, dude. I defended you time and time again whenever you were accused of anything. You know how awful I felt when I found out you were a part of the reason we were fucking terrorized and almost killed?”

The guilt was all over Ethan’s face as he tried to think of the right things to say to apologize, but there weren’t any. He knew he fucked up, and he knew that it was going to take a lot for the people he cared about to even begin to trust him.

“I’m sorry, for everything,” Ethan finally said, as everyone’s eyes were on him. “I tried to stop it, I really did.”

“We know you did,” Tara said, as River started to wake up.

Chad got up and walked over to the bassinet to grab her. She stopped crying the second she was in his arms. Ethan watched the interaction, feeling sick to his stomach. You reached down to grab Ethan’s hand, attempting to comfort him before he had a chance to show the emotion that was building.

“We missed you,” Chad whispered to the baby, as he sat down beside Tara.

You let them bond with her as you sat with Ethan. “You’re still her dad,” you reminded him, as he nodded.

“So, what’s the deal with you two?” Chad asked, noticing Ethan’s hand in yours.

“Oh, um…right now he’s just…trying to make things right,” you said, as his thumb rubbed against your hand. “He wants to be in her life, and I want to give him that opportunity.”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea? He doesn’t know the first thing about her,” Chad said, handing the baby to Tara.

“I’m trying to learn,” Ethan sighed, “I get it that you hate me. You have a good reason to, but I’m doing a lot better than I was.”

“Whatever you say,” Chad sighed, “She’s more forgiving than I am.”

Ethan nodded as you stood up. “I need to go put the laundry in the dryer. Please don’t try to kill him,” you said, walking away.

“Don’t we have to worry about him trying to kill us?” Chad joked, but you turned around, not thinking the joke was very funny.

“He’s working through things, stop intentionally trying to trigger him,” you said, as Chad’s eyes connected with yours.

“Sorry, dude,” he said, as Ethan mumbled “Thanks.”

After Chad and Tara started to get used to Ethan being around, you excused yourself to go shower. You wanted to take Ethan shopping to get anything he needed, and you had to look at least somewhat presentable before you could do that. You even put on a little bit of makeup, hoping to hide the dark circles under your eyes.

You grabbed Ethan’s laundry out of the dryer and took it upstairs. It didn’t take long to fold it because he really didn’t have much. When you went back down the stairs, you got a bottle ready for River, knowing she’d be hungry soon.

Like clockwork, she started to cry as soon as it came out of the warmer.

“Hey, can I borrow my kid?” you asked Chad, as he gently passed her over to you. “Thanks,” you smiled, sitting beside Ethan. “You want to feed her?” you asked, as Ethan nodded.

Chad and Tara nervously watched him, but soon started to relax when they realized how gentle he was being with her. He’d gotten some practice during the feeding sessions in the middle of the night, but he was still terrified when it came to the burping part. He was scared he’d hurt her fragile little body, so he passed her off to you once she was done eating.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Ethan said, going to the cart that extra baby blankets and clothes, and grabbed a burp cloth.

“Thanks,” you smiled, as he handed it to you. You adjusted her so she was laying on your shoulder, before patting her back. “Do you think you guys could babysit for a little bit?” you asked Chad and Tara.

“Of course,” Tara smiled, “Where are you going?”

“Ethan and I are going out for a little bit to get some things,” you said, as Ethan looked at you, unaware of the plan. “We talked about this last night,” you sighed, as he started to remember the conversation from the night before.

“Yeah, uh, I guess I should go change,” he said, getting up and heading up the stairs.

Once he was out of earshot, Tara started to whisper, “Do you feel safe going somewhere with him by yourself?”

“I’ve been here with him by myself,” you shrugged, as Chad started to shake his head.

“I know you want to give him a chance but is this really what’s best for you and River?” he asked, genuinely concerned for you and your daughter’s wellbeing. “Would you feel comfortable with him watching her by himself? He messed his whole future up.”

“It’ll be a long time before I could trust him alone with her. Fuck, I don’t even fully trust him being here,” you sighed, “But he’s trying to prove himself. He’s been through a lot.”

“You have, too, though,” Tara said, “You went through a pregnancy without him. You had the baby without him.”

“He didn’t know,” you started to defend him, as Chad got irritated.

“How was he supposed to know? He was busy trying to kill people,” he said, “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, because we’ve been so happy to help…but it’s almost like a slap in the face to see you giving him a chance after we’ve been here for you through it all.”

“Please don’t look at it like that,” you said, your eyes starting to water, “I appreciate everything you guys have done. I appreciate everything that you’ll still do to help me out. If he fucks up, I already told him he doesn’t have anymore chances. Just try to be there for me while I figure this out.”

Chad and Tara both nodded, before you noticed that River was sound asleep laying against you. You swaddled her before putting her in the bassinet, and started to wonder what was taking Ethan so long.

The truth is, he never fully made it up the stairs once he heard everyone start to talk about him. He was silently sobbing as he stood on one of the stairs, not knowing what the best move would be. He could just grab his stuff and jump out the window, or he could keep trying to prove himself.

When he thought back to the conversation after he fully expected Chad to punch him, when you told him that he was making progress, he started to smile through his tears. His meds usually made him feel numb, but being back in your life was the first time he’d started to feel emotions again, and he was determined to prove to you that he was going to be an amazing dad.

[judasgot-it]

You know how couple talk to each other? In a cute way, sometimes like they’re talking to a baby. May i request talking like a baby to tecchou? (You can add someone else if you want to)

SORRY I'VE BEEN ON SUCH A LONG HIATUS but I am BACK and I stg I wrote this in like an hour so I really hope this isn't bad, but I miss writing Tecchou so much ;-;

Scenario: baby talking Tecchou

“You're such a strong boy, aren't you Tecchou?”

The man had just lifted a car off of you, one that you just happened to be under. You weren't going to admit that you had gotten caught off guard, allowed your enemy to throw the vehicle at you, and needed help from your boyfriend. That would show weakness.

Tecchou didn't even bother responding to you, instead pulling you up by your wrist and forcing you to stand once more. The enemy was cleared - the job was admittedly easy, although you were hunting dogs, so 'easy' is subjective. Jouno and Teruko were someways away, so it was now Tecchou's job to pick you up and make sure you weren't majorly damaged.

You weren't. Never could be, but the pampering from your overgrown boyfriend was always nice.

“Oh, my big strong man!” Your voice went up an octave as you said that, grabbing at his face and squeezing his cheeks together as you did so. He stared at you as if a dial-up machine was trying to boot up in between his ears as you said those words.

“I don't know what I would do without you baby.”

“I'm not a baby?”

The words came out slightly muffled as his face was still squished inbetween your cheeks, forcing him to lean down and stay close to your face. He made no complaints, staying complacent despite any possible back pain he might have been having at that moment.

“You aren't a baby, baby. But you are my baby.”

You smiled as you leaned in closer, your thumbs resting right along the curves of his lips. There was the twitch of a smile there, one that showed through despite his confusion in the situation at hand.

Admittedly, you were the confusing situation.

“I'm your baby?” His voice was quiet as he said this, as if he really needed to ask.

You nodded, nodding his head alongside with you. He put his hands on your waist, resting them easily as he watched you with his sharp golden eyes. Although now they looked more watery, as if he was holding in a laugh.

”Yea. You're my baby. My big 'ol baby who saved me today. Aren't you proud of yourself, baby?”

Even to your own ears you sounded ridiculous, but you didn't really care for it.

“I was just fufilling my duty as a hunting dog, there is always pride in completing that-”

You pulled him closer to you. The two of you were nose to nose, and you knew he could smell the cheap sandwich you had earlier on your breath. He seemed impervious to it.

”You saved me. You should be proud of yourself.“

“You could have lifted the car yourself Y/n.”

Smirking, you sloppily kissed him, falling into his chest. You felt his arms wrap around your waist, holding you tightly. It made you smile. There was no point trying to get through to him with words sometimes.

”OH my baby I can't believe you were sooooo strong that you saved me! I would have been a goner!“

Your voice was high-pitched as you buried yourself into him, hugging him close to you. There was laughter coming from you but you played it off, hiding it in Tecchou's collarbone. You wanted to keep up the act for as long as possible, even if everyone knew it was a farce. It was too much fun, considering even Tecchou was playing along.

His chest rumbled as he started to laugh too, your skin tingling with the sensation of his body laughing alongside yours. He pulled you closer, nearly lifting you as he hugged you almost as tight as he could.

Leaning down, he kissed your hair, dirty and knotted from being knocked around so hard in the fight. His fingers brushed through your scalp, careful of the knots left throughout.

“I'm glad you're still okay Y/n.“

Snorting, you ran your hands up his back, teasing his shirt. The adrenaline pulsing in your veins made it impossible to stop laughing now, even as you tried to swallow it down the best you could. You leaned on Tecchou heavily as you laughed, your words caught in your throat.

"Of course I am, baby."

For some odd reason that made the two of you laugh a little too hard to stay standing, even if it wasn't funny at all.

lol remember when i said id be back and then i wasn't and now i am again? lol.

[st4rbwrry]

also, cowboy eren most definitely has childhood friend written all over him. his first job was working as a farm hand for your dad in the summer and he’s pretty much kept it ever since. when he’s out there, you tease him about how he’s not trying his hardest and how you’ve seen him work harder when he’s picking up girls around town. he tells you that you’re just jealous because he gets play and you have to stay home and listen to whatever mommy and daddy tell you to do. you both keep going back and forth until someone gets irked and call it quits, still, there’s no bad blood. the two of you still have your hangouts and such well into adulthood. that’s to say, when you call him up into your room one night, he doesn’t think twice about heading up the creaky stairs and down the hallway, the layout more familiar than anything else. it’s warm and it smells good and part of him is telling his feet to keep moving when he knows he should be still. he finds you in a cute little tube top and some shorts that cuff your thighs well. you lift your arm to show him a cute little hibiscus flower tattoo that you recently got on your trip to town. “what do you think, baby?! isn’t it cute?” you ask him in your sweet little country accent, not realizing that he’s completely stunned by how good you look. he adjusts his stance a little before smiling at you and moving one foot after the other, “you look adorable. ‘think i need to get a closer look at’cha just to make sure it’s real.” he makes you feel weird the closer he gets to you. maybe it’s the anticipation of his hands on the back of your arm, holding you in a bit of an awkward position with his tall frame looming over you. to your surprise, he squats down so he can see the flower that’s been imbedded into your skin. you’re just about face-to-face and you can feel his breath tickling your neck as he cranes down. he notices more than he bargained for, for example, the light sheen of oil on your skin—evident of the bath that you must’ve taken before he got here, hence the warmth in the air and the smell of roses caressing him. he’s incredibly relaxed crouching down in front of you, almost like he’s meant to be at your side this way. he figures he could stay in this position forever, if you’ll let him. he smiles at the thought.

“it looks great, sugar. maybe you can come ‘n hold my hand when I get my next one.”

JSKSJDJSJDJDz. he CANNOT be that close to me without me fucking him i stg. i’ll go ballistic.

[sgt-seabass]

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓

✧˚ · . 𝘉𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.

pairing — ceo!bucky x reader w/c — 1.3k this is a explicit fic. 18+ only. listening to — ♫ closer warnings — smut (stuffie riding, handjob), pet play, puppy!reader, pet names (pup, puppy, baby), daddy kink, the reader doesn't talk in subspace (is that a warning? idk) bucky in that blue suit i stg a/n — written on my phone. not beta read. we die like men. idk seeing Seb in that suit made me horny and then this happened.

“C’mere, pretty girl,” Bucky’s voice called to you as he stood in front of the full-length mirror. He’d just finished getting ready for a fancy corporate function.

From your spot by the bed, you crawled on all fours to him, stopping a few feet away to let the sight of him sink in. A stunning navy suit, fitted perfectly, with satin appliques and a satin band around his hips.

“Closer, puppy.”

You followed Bucky’s direction, the tag on your collar jingling as you shuffled yourself further along the dark carpet. Knee-high socks with puppy paws on the bottoms covered your legs, stopping you from getting carpet burn since your short dress didn’t cover much.

“A little bit closer. Don’t get shy on me.” Bucky looped his fingers through your collar, pulling you until you were flush against his leg. You whined, the distinct scent of his cologne filling your nostrils. He always smelt divine. “You’re upset because you can’t come with me, aren’t you?”

When in subspace this deep, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak much, so you nodded. You wanted to go with Bucky, stay by his side. It was lonely in the penthouse without him.

You leant up, pawing at his stomach as you nuzzled against the satin band. It reminded you of when you were a child, and your baby blanket had satin lining around the edges. The feeling against the tip of your nose instantly soothed you, and when you looked up, you were met with Bucky’s darkening gaze.

“You’re a needy one today, aren’t you, pup? Hm? Just a silly little puppy needing some attention.” Bucky’s voice had grown hoarser, and before he’d even finished speaking he’d picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Puppies didn’t wear panties, so you could feel the satin against your thighs and core, making you whimper.

“You’re going to ruin my suit, sloppy pup.” Bucky’s chastisement had no heat to it. He could buy a million more if he wanted to. Bouncing you in his hold, Bucky brought you to the bed, sitting you down on the edge. “There is something else I want you to ruin, though.”

Your curious eyes watched as Bucky picked up your white and blue cat plush, the one you cuddled with at night while snuggled against Bucky’s side. There was a plethora of stuffies around the room, and you alternated who you slept with since you didn’t want them getting jealous, but the cat was one of your favourites. Instinctively, your grabby hands reached out for the toy, causing Bucky to laugh softly. “Daddy needs you to do something really important while he finishes getting ready, okay? It’s a super important task.”

That caught your attention. You lowered your hands and yipped, nodding your head and eagerly bouncing on the bed.

“Good girl. Daddy needs you to ride your little stuffie until you cum.”

It wasn’t the first time Bucky had you do this, but your toes curled against the carpet nonetheless from the order. Heat pooled in your core instantly, and you rubbed your thighs together.

Bucky smirked, placing the plush on the bed before looming over you. Your mouth watered. You wanted him, bad.

Puppies were meant to be patient. But you were always bad at waiting.

“Daddy wants to see your pretty puppy cunt before you hump your toy, baby.” Bucky pried your thighs open, pushing your knees to your chest as you leaned back against the bed.

“Look at that,” Bucky hummed, spitting against your cunt, the saliva dripping from your pussy to your ass. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on. Why don’t you give me a bark, pup? Daddy loves seeing your hole clench when you do it.”

You complied, letting out a whimpered moan before a bark. It was humiliating and liberating at the same time. Heat rushed up your neck and into your cheeks.

“Aw, is puppy embarrassed? You should be. Look how wet you are.” Bucky ran his fingers across your slit, collecting your wet before bringing his digits to his mouth. He moaned at the taste of you on his tongue. The sound you let out at the sight was obscene, your pussy practically throbbing for any kind of touch.

“Do you want daddy to violate your little holes, puppy?” Bucky licked his fingers clean before returning his grip to your thighs, pushing your legs open wide.

You nodded.

“Ah, but you were bad this morning, remember?”

A high whine left you. You’d interrupted Bucky while he was in his office with the door closed. It was his rule – if the door was closed, then it was serious business, and he wasn’t to be interrupted. But you couldn’t help yourself. You knew he was going out tonight and were already so bored. So you’d entered right in the middle of an important call. You’d distracted daddy when he needed to be entirely focused.

“Bad puppies don’t get daddy’s bone. But since I’m feeling nice, you still get to put on a little show for daddy.” Bucky shoved the toy against your pussy, the soft fur brushing against your clit as he ground the toy against you with his palm. “Close those legs and get to work.”

Bucky moved away when you closed your thighs around the stuffie, moving back to the mirror to fix up his suit. Through the reflection, he watched you, his cock visibly hard against his slacks.

It made you needier, if that was possible. You knelt on the bed with the plush between your thighs, lazily grinding your hips against it, your eyes fluttering from the pleasure.

“Faster.” Bucky’s gruff baritone sounded, and you started to move faster.

Your cunt clenched around nothing as you humped your toy, with Bucky’s watchful eyes on you as he adjusted himself. This was torture for himself as much as you, as if he was punishing himself for leaving you for the night.

Moans spilled from your mouth as your back arched, nipples peaking against the fabric of your dress. Having Bucky watch you like this was divine. The exhilaration amplified the bliss that was blooming in your core.

Heat flooded your body as you kept rutting against the toy, the pressure on your clit causing your breathing to quicken.

“That’s it, puppy, good girl. Keep going.”

You gasped when you looked at Bucky. One hand was splayed against the mirror to stabilise himself, the other holding his leaking cock. He ran lazy strokes up and down his dick, his eyes sinfully dark.

It was hard to keep the momentum as you watched Bucky begin fucking into his hand, his hips thrusting forwards as he moaned. You were both completely engrossed in each other, the air thick and full of lust.

You whimpered, struggling to keep going with your burning thighs, but you couldn’t stop. Not while Bucky was fucking you with his gaze. A tightness began forming in your abdomen, and your noises got louder.

“Fuck, fuck, just like that. Daddy wants to see you cum, baby. And you better fucking bark for daddy when you do.” Steam mottled the mirror where Bucky’s hand lay, heat radiating from him as he fucked his hand faster, matching the speed of your hips.

Seconds later, the tightness snapped you and barked out as you came. Your thighs tightened around the poor stuffie as your pussy clenched hard. You’d have to apologise to the plush later in case you hurt it.

But for now, you watched as Bucky came with a shout, his cum spurting against the mirror. It was a sight to behold as the white dribbled down the reflective surface.

Bucky caught your eye line, a smirk on his lips as he put himself away. “Better get this cleaned up before daddy leaves, don’t you think? Come put that tongue to good use, puppy.”

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"And if I should falter,"

Jounouchi runs from his old man late at night, and takes refuge with the Mutous. He asks a favour from the spirit of the puzzle.

2am fever dream two nights in a row let's go 🎉🎉🎉

We need more Jou angst I stg THERE IS NEVER ENOUGH

Content warning, implied drinking/phys abuse because Jou's dad is a pos amirite <3333

“Thanks for this, Mrs Mutou. Really.”

“You're welcome. Just keep it down after ten o’clock and don't stay up too late. Breakfast is normally at seven,” Mrs Mutou explained, in a stern but kindly tone as she placed the last pillow neatly on top of the blankets in Jounouchi’s arms. He simply nodded. 

“Got it.”

“Good. Yugi will have set up the futon by now, I think, so you can head up. Let me know if you need anything.” 

“Sure thing, ma’am,” Jounouchi gave her a crooked smile (though not his brightest, he’d be the first to admit) and turned to head up the stairs, missing Mrs Mutou’s soft frown. The adrenaline from the run here had begun to wear off, and he was exhausted. Not to mention that Yugi’s mom had calming vibes for days, it was nearly impossible to freak out with her around.

Nearly.

Jou knew how Yugi could get. He’d gotten a lot better, but the odd panic attack still got to him sometimes. Jounouchi wasn't any better, though.

Especially not tonight.

As much as Jounouchi loved hanging out with Yugi and his family (tag-along puzzle spirit included), he absolutely despised having to bother them like this. It was eight o’clock at night. Long past sundown, and definitely past any normal visiting hours. Yet Jounouchi had sprinted all the way here anyway like a stag in the woods, running from a hunter.

A drunk hunter. With a broken beer bottle instead of a rifle.

“Yug’, your mom is a badass,” Jounouchi sighed, stepping into Yugi’s bedroom and closing the door behind him with his ankle. The futon was laid out, ready for as many blankets and pillows they could fit. Yugi just giggled.

“Yeah, she's pretty cool.”

Jounouchi dumped the stack of pillows and blankets Mrs Mutou had ladened him with onto the squishy futon, and he and Yugi set to work on straightening out the instant mess. Unfolding blankets and fluffing pillows.

“She’d never turn you away, y’know. None of us would,” Yugi looked up from tucking blankets, and Jounouchi regretted meeting his gaze. The biggest, roundest violet eyes stared directly into his soul, using every ounce of puppy-eyes powered persuasion possible. Jounouchi managed to rip his attention away and back to pillows. 

“I know, man. Don't worry about me.”

If Jounouchi was honest, ‘don’t worry' was the worst thing you could ever say to a Mutou, especially Yugi and the spirit. But it was the only thing Jounouchi could bring himself to say.

Yugi hummed quietly and followed suit, continuing to make the small temporary bed. 

A soft shine caught Jounouchi’s eye and he glanced up to Yugi’s desk - the culprit being the golden puzzle, its singular eye staring down at them. If he didn't know any better, he’d think it was watching him with something akin to a wide-eyed caution. Like he was the dangerous one.

But he did know better, and the truth was the spirit was probably watching them from some high up perch on the set of drawers or the bookshelf, rather than in the puzzle. He’d probably be way more obviously tense and worried than Yugi would ever appear, ready to leap to Jounouchi's defence in some crazy game at a moment’s notice.

…then Jounouchi had a thought.

He frowned and shook his head, as if the motion would force the offending thoughts to come trailing out of his ears and far away from him. 

“You okay, Jou?” 

Jounouchi looked up, doing his best to smooth over the sudden frown. Yugi was back to looking so heartbreakingly worried, and Jou was starting to think he might not make it through the night without cracking. His eyes stung, and he forced a small smile. 

“Yeah, I’m good.”

Yugi didn't look convinced.

~

That morning had been fine. The old man had been a bit cranky, but nothing too bad. Jou could handle it. Thankfully he’d had school, so the afternoon was fine too. 

The evening was worse.

The old man had started drinking before he’d even gotten back, and was half-unconscious. Stumbling around the apartment, searching. His car keys (sold), spare cash or coins (not a bit left, except for Jounouchi’s secret stash under the carpet in his wardrobe), or another beer. Something somehow pissed him off, beyond Jounouchi’s comprehension. 

Maybe it was because he’d caught Jou actually attempting to do some homework for once, or the fact that it was Mother’s Day a week ago. Maybe it was just the debt he was yelling about, having grown exponentially in the few days Jounouchi had been gone for the Battle City finals.

It didn't matter. Jounouchi didn't really remember anyway - the smashed beer bottle swinging in his face had made him shut down, run on auto-pilot. He’d gotten away and booked it before he realised what he was doing.

He hadn't had to run that fast in ages. He didn't really have a designated Somewhere™ to go. Honda was visiting his grandparents (of course, what timing), Anzu and Miho were totally off-limits, and Ryou had no idea what his dad was like. So his legs had carried him to Yugi’s place, and Jounouchi didn't really care if it was on purpose or not.

Safest place in town had to be the spot with the only-slightly-crazy, severely overprotective ghost haunting it.

Jounouchi would know. He didn't personally see the guy in action during his more murderous heyday, but he saw the wreckage he left behind when he decided he was bored and done playing.

The spirit only went after those who had done something wrong, though. Those who went down a darker, crueller path, and Jounouchi was sure there was some irony there. Those who specifically wronged Yugi, nine-and-a-half times out of ten. The last remaining half was when someone had wronged them - a teacher that had it out for Anzu, or an older student that sabotaged Miho. 

Though, those generally earned much milder punishments. 

It was dark, now - the lights were off and the only way to see was by the softly glowing stars stuck to the ceiling. Remnants from when Yugi was much younger, probably. Less gothic.

Yugi was asleep, as far as Jounouchi could tell. Curled up tight around pillows and blankets in his bed, startlingly peaceful considering the day-to-day life he lived. 

Jounouchi, meanwhile, wasn't sleepy at all despite his total exhaustion, physical and emotional. He could only stare at the glowing stars on the ceiling, hoping the fluffy blankets and pillows stuffed in around him would eventually smother him and then he would finally know peace.

He could honestly say that he’d prefer to be in a room with just Seto Kaiba than alone with his own thoughts right now. Putting up with Kaiba sounded easy when contrasted with reliving all the shouting and beating and the-

“...hey, spirit? Yami? Are you here right now?” Jounouchi whispered, feeling like the biggest idiot for talking to what was probably an empty room. What did he know, maybe ghosts needed sleep too and he was being insensitive. Was he being an asshole for just calling him ‘spirit’? What if Yami was just Yugi’s name for him and-

Ugh, was this what it felt like for Yugi before he and Anzu took on the roles of Social Protectors™? This was exhausting and so frustrating he could punch something.

Jounouchi just sighed into the night time silence, turning on his side. Who knows, maybe spirits dream of counting ghost sh-

“Jeezus, man, warn a guy next time,” Jounouchi hissed, his heart pounding in his chest from the sudden spook. The dark outline of Yugi that had suddenly swung upright in bed quietly perched on the edge of the mattress, legs crossed. Scarlet eyes glanced away to the side, in what Jounouchi couldn't tell was either a little shame or mild amusement. Probably both, but he had a frustrating poker face.

He’d always appeared a little taller than Yugi - whether it was just how he held himself or some other magic shenanigans, Jounouchi didn't know. Or maybe it was the wild bedhead of his hair when in the thick of a game, too enraptured to really care about how he looked.

That sounded more like him.

“...sorry.” Shame it was, then.

“‘s okay, not your fault,” Jounouchi sat up as well, hugging a plushie scapegoat tight to his chest. It was honestly a little surprising that he’d appeared so quickly, or at all. “Thanks for bein’ here.”

The spirit - Yami - nodded, looking back at Jou. Jounouchi resisted the urge to shudder under his silently observant gaze. He honestly had no idea if he’d ever talked to him one on one before - Yugi was always there, watching and listening in just in case either of them needed back up. He knew Anzu had taken the spirit out for the day once, though. That was when Battle City launched.

“...is Yugi listening?”

“No, he’s still sleeping,” Yami shook his head a little, his voice unnaturally quiet but audible. It was a little weird, Jounouchi really only heard him talk when they were in trouble and they needed his help. His overwhelming confidence and righteous anger was contagious, and that energy was matched in his voice in a way that was almost regal.

He sounded so soft spoken now. Closer to what Yugi or Ryou sounded like - or it was just that he actually sounded like the isolated, amnesiac, slightly-awkward ghost boy he’d turned out to be. Jounouchi could almost forget he was the same ghost boy as the one that had driven several other students insane, and tortured several more in the name of his own brand of justice.

But that was why he wanted to talk to him.

“Is there something wrong? No one has approached the front or back doors, if that's what you're worried about,” Yami added, his pale face naturally settling into his signature focused frown - more concerned than determined. “I would know.”

“Wait, you’ve been watching them the whole time?” Jounouchi asked, eyes wide. Yami nodded, and Jou could only blink at him for the next few seconds, stunned. It made sense, that was probably why Yugi had seemed a little spacey in conversation earlier. He’d been listening out for Yami just in case. 

There was a sharp pang in his chest, and Jounouchi hugged the scapegoat plushie a little tighter. 

“...thanks, man. Really, it means a lot.”

Yami nodded silently. What would he do without these two, really? Well, if he were honest with himself, he’d probably be dead in a ditch somewhere. Either at someone else’s hand, or…

“You didn't answer my question.”

Jounouchi looked up at Yami under blond bangs, like his hair could deflect his concerned stare away from him. Right. He didn't answer his question. He’d been so caught off-guard by what the spirit had been doing that he’d forgotten.

“Right, sorry. Nah, nothin’s wrong, just… thinkin’.”

“Mm. A dangerous game indeed.”

Joey snorted, a smile appearing on his face despite himself. He rocked back a little on his hips, feeling a little lighter. Banter was all in the line of work, but jokes of this calibre? Outside of all the action, late at night with just the two of them? With seemingly no other purpose, other than to make Jou smile just a little? That tugged on his heartstrings. 

“Yeah, it is.” 

Jounouchi thought he saw Yami smirking too.

Then Jounouchi took a deep breath, drawing his knees up to his chest. Both their smiles faded, and the mood of the conversation levelled out again - more pensive, a patient silence.

“Did- Did Yugi ever tell you why my old man is the way he is?” Jounouchi asked, keeping his eyes fixed on one spot in the blankets. There was a tiny little hole in the fleece, probably from the worrying and poking of Tiny Yugi fingers. Threads had started to come loose, and it seemed exactly like something that would bug him.

It took a lot of effort to stay focused on that tiny little spot, instead of on Yami, sitting tense and at attention. Probably sifting through any memories of his own to check, just in case.

“...I know a little, just from watching. Yugi wouldn't want to explain anything without your permission.” 

Jounouchi couldn't tell whether that was some comfort or less comfort. 

He took another deep breath - just like a bandaid.

“Right- long story short, he drinks a lot and he’s got a lot of debt. Gamblin’ and stuff,” Jounouchi explained, trailing off. He couldn't remember the old man without the drinking, or the cards and dice. The chips and roulette counters. 

“After today, I thought… well, I remembered I’ve got cards. Graceful Dice, Roulette Spider, Time Wizard,” Once he started talking, he couldn't stop. He saw the spirit move, but he couldn't bring himself to so much as blink, let alone look him in the eye. “I just started thinkin’, I’m already half-way there. What if I turn into him? An’ start hurting people?”

“Hurting you guys, and Shizuka? Mai?” Jounouchi was vaguely aware he was shaking now - the scapegoat was trembling in his arms. His eyes stung, but he still didn't blink. “I couldn't live with myself, man. I couldn't.”

“Which is why you gotta promise me somethin’, Yami,” He heard the bed creak but it sounded so far away. At the other end of a distant tunnel. Was he still breathing? Yeah, probably. It was fine. He couldn't feel his toes anymore but that was fine too. 

“If I ever go bad - not like I was before you, I mean bad bad - I want you to get rid of me. Penalty game or mind crush me or whatever the thing is that you did to Kaiba, and Ushio, and Hirotani, and whoever else,” Jounouchi finally wrenched his watery stare up from the hole in the blanket, up to where Yami was, now standing above him. Staring at him with an expression Jou had never seen on him before. 

“Please. Promise me.”

It was an odd expression - somewhere between sadness and mild surprise. Disbelief, even. What made it odd was that he was so clearly doing his utmost to maintain a flawless poker face, which meant that if Jounouchi could read that much from this look alone, whatever he was actually feeling was so much bigger.

Total, heartbroken, devastation.

Jounouchi almost regretted saying anything at all, but he needed to know. He needed to know that everyone he cared about so deeply would be safe, even from him. 

The poker face repaired itself, his expression blank and even again, and Jounouchi allowed himself some hope. 

Yami raised his hand slowly, and he fought the deep-seated urge to flinch away as he pressed the heel of his palm to Jounouchi’s forehead, his fingers threaded in his hair. His hand was cold, and it nearly made him shiver. 

A moment later, a soft, gold glow appeared, outlining a symbol on Yami’s forehead. An eye, much like the one on the puzzle hanging around his neck. The light threw the shadows of the room into harsh relief around his face, void of expression. 

Gone was Yugi’s other half, the infinitely worried, slightly awkward ghost boy from earlier. In his place was this, judge, jury, executioner rolled in one. The devil gamer with a chip on his shoulder and traps aplenty.

The sight alone was terrifying. Enough to make Jounouchi’s blood run cold and his lungs fall still.

“I swear it. If one day you do bring harm to those that care for you, I promise I will not hesitate to serve due punishment.”

His words were whispered, but they carried enough weight to feel like a firm oath. Like each breath commanded the darkness to bend to his will.

Brief terror melted into relief, and Jounouchi finally forced himself to exhale.

The golden glow melted away, the darkness receded, and the lamp on the desk flickered to life, though Jounouchi couldn't recall either of them turning it on. Yami knelt in front of him, lowering his hand. Gone the devil gamer, returned the ghost boy. 

“I don't believe your fears will be realised, Jou. There has never been true darkness in your soul, and there never will be,” Yami whispered, and it seemed like he almost wilted in front of him. The poker face was failing again, and this time he didn't try to fix it. 

“You are strong. The love and care you have for your friends and family is second to none. You are safe with them, and they are safe with you.”

Joey sniffed and wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his old hoodie, willing himself not to cry more. It was harder to breathe now than earlier, though now it was because of all the feelings and emotions swirling around in his chest, constructing his ribcage. He felt a light hand on his shoulder, and he put his own hand over it. 

“...Jou? How are you feeling?”

Jounouchi could almost crack a smile. Poor guy sounded so nervous. He’d never heard Yami nervous before.

“Better. Thanks, man.” 

Jounouchi finished drying his eyes of the old tears and lowered his arm, just barely managing to stop any new ones from falling. Yami nodded slightly in response, the look on his face so stricken with care that it made Jounouchi’s chest hurt again.

“You should get some sleep, Jou. I'll be here,” Yami began, and Jounouchi let him pull his hand away. He nodded and slumped back against the pillows and plushies on the futon as Yami got up and walked back to bed. He felt lighter, more free. Like he could breath after being stuck underwater. 

The desk light switched off on its own, and Jounouchi thought he could see the dark shape of crossed legs and wild hair on top of the dresser. A soft smile crossed Jou’s face and he snuggled back into the futon, drifting off to sleep at last.

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This is the product of many posts that settled and made a home in my lil brain space. Jou's situation arguably being the most tragic, his dad's gambling paired with the fact that he uses a Lot of gambling/luck based cards? Jou's already more than willing to throw down, but What If, y'know? Yugi and Yami Care™ for Jou very very much like all their friends, but I think Yami has a soft spot for Jounouchi specifically. They're just lil guys :3c

Also very sorry if I forgor anything it's been so long and I have no idea about tumblr's fic etiquette

[waywardrose-archive]

THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY | 11

stranger things

eddie munson x reader

rated e

5.8k

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for @punk-in-docs​​​​​​​​​​

fem/witchy/goth!reader, magic, slow burn (for me), friends to lovers, no y/n only pet names, series-typical horror, period-typical sexism and homophobia, historical inaccuracies and anachronisms, drug dealing and use, smoking, alcohol use, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fantasizing, one-bed trope, making out, fingering, dirty talk, consensual pursuit and capture, oral sex, handjobs, condoms, piv sex, reader’s father is a dirtbag, mild spanking, magical violation, mental torture, body horror, aftercare, nightmares, strict parenting, panic attack, tags will be updated as needed

Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?

Weird weird?

He shrugged. He liked weird.

In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

note: Stg, this chapter proves the maxim “Writing about music is like dancing about architecture,” but I tried, dear readers. I tried.

11

“Hey,” Eddie said, voice smokey — from weed or cigarettes, you still couldn’t tell. “Wanna hear the first song I ever learned?”

You perked at the unexpected offer and set aside the spell book you’d been paging through.

“Sure.”

“‘kay, hang on.”

Knowing it was coming, you pulled the headset away just in time to miss the plastic clunk from his side. A distant clatter and footsteps filled the void. He muttered a ‘son of a bitch’ before something heavy hit the floor.

You grinned as you determined his voice was smokey from weed. No doubt about it. He wasn’t the most graceful person when sober. When high, he was loose-limbed, yet uncoordinated. Like a bloodshot-eyed fawn.

Static from the phone announced his return.

“This is gonna be an awkward set-up, but I think you’ll hear me.”

“Cool.”

The plastic clunk came again.

As he strummed the first notes, you recognized “Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd.

It was easy to imagine him — scrawny, baby-faced, already jaded — with a guitar too big for him. His fingers struggling to keep pressure on the strings. You wondered who’d introduced him to Pink Floyd. Or was it something he’d heard on the radio? Had he looted an adult’s record collection?

Then Eddie sang, hitting David Gilmour’s inflections. Your breath caught at how much emotion Eddie could put into such simple lyrics. It was as though he were on the verge of something, yet he exorcized it through the song.

You wanted to sing with him, but your chest was too full of that same something. All you could do was listen and feel it.

When the song ended, it was quiet on his end. You had no words — even though you wanted to tell him how much you loved the song, his playing, his voice. You covered the mic with your palm and took a few deep, shuddering breaths. It released a tension that felt like the prelude to a sob.

“You there?” he asked.

You uncovered the mic.

“Holy shit, honey.”

Your voice remained tight, but you stretched your neck to help that wane.

With a smile in his tone, he said, “Yeah?”

“Holy. Shit.”

He chuckled.

You asked, “When did you learn that?”

“Uh... Twelve?”

“No fucking way!”

“Yes fucking way!”

“You’re a prodigy, baby.”

He let out a ‘pfft.’

“I’m serious.”

It was quiet for a beat. You didn’t know how to fill the silence. You didn’t want to push your opinion, though you would repeat it if he argued. Because he was talented.

“I know,” he murmured. “Thanks.”

You hummed. “My pleasure.”

“Is it?”

You felt him waggling his eyebrows.

“Absolutely.”

He let out a breath before saying, “I’ve been working on another song.”

“What is it?”

“Frustrating.”

You gave a short laugh.

“I’ve been struggling with getting out of chords-melody thinking and into vertical-horizontal.”

“I have no idea what that means.”

“Okay, right, I can play four notes one after another.” He plucked four strings separately. “Or at the same time.” He swept the same strings concurrently. “Same tonal experience. Kinda. The first is horizontal, the second is vertical. Horizontal can be suspenseful, vertical dramatic.”

You nodded while making a sound of assent.

“Old-school composers didn’t think in chords, exactly, either. They saw everything as melody. Like a voice. They wrote a melody, then added a counterpoint melody. A counter-melody. And there are rules for counter-melodies.”

“So, how does that change the music?”

“I mean... It doesn’t. Not really. It’s all perspective to the composer.”

“Which is what you’re trying to change, got it.”

“Yeah, I want a different perspective. I don’t want the rules.” He hummed. “Well, not exactly. Sometimes the rules sound good, but...”

“Breaking them sounds good, too?”

“Precisely!”

“Well...” You bit your lip. “What do you have?”

His tone turned sly as he said, “You just want me to keep playing, don’t you, milady?”

“Guilty, good sir.”

“Is this, like, getting the villain to monologue? Are you planning to distract me while you execute—” His voice went theatrical. “—your diabolical plan?!”

“Now who sounds like a villain?”

“We’ll be villains together.”

“I like the sound of that.”

He agreed with a short hum.

“You know,” you said. “That almost distracted me.”

“...Damn.”

“Get your music, bard, and play me this ditty.”

He laughed, then warned he needed to set up his electric.

“That red and black one?” you asked.

“The very same.”

With a grin, you said, “What a treat.”

“You’re making me blush over here.”

“I wish I could see that.”

“After Thanksgiving?”

“You bet.”

It was quiet for a beat before he said, “Okay, setting up the guitar. I gotta move the phone away from this amp.”

“Oh? You’re in your room?”

“Uh, yeah—” He sounded distracted. “Got a phone the other day.”

You didn’t ask, but it sounded like he’d bought the phone to more easily talk to you. Maybe that was wishful thinking. He could’ve bought it so he wouldn’t have to get out of bed when someone called. Still, the thought he bought it because of you was a nice stroke to the ego.

Scraping and clattering, punctuated by the occasional ‘goddammit,’ made you grin.

Sounding out of breath, he said, “Okay, okay, I’m back.”

“Still here.”

“Alright, no lyrics yet, but yeah—”

The phone clunked as he set his headset down. There came a click, then the electric hum of an amp. His chair creaked. A deep rhythm like a heartbeat started. It dissolved into a sultry metallic shred, followed by the heartbeat again. Then a dark thrum. The heartbeat. The shred again, this time ending in grinding reverb. It went through the cycle once more until it sped into an unrelenting canter.

You knew that tempo, heard the creak of a bed in it. Staring into the black of the nearby window, you could almost see the shabby motel room.

The song was about you and him.

The canter went lighter for a few seconds. He then used that dark thrum to bring the shred back, then the heartbeat.

It was a wet dream. You bit your lip. It was his memory.

Even without the drums to drive the song, or the bass to harmonize, you could imagine how it would sound. It would be heavy, primal, with Eddie growling and crooning the lyrics. You closed your eyes and moved with the song’s pulse, like it was a living thing you rode. It was energy and alive — and a gift. No one had ever given you anything like this.

When the song ended, you opened your eyes.

His headset scraped along a smooth surface. Then it went quiet.

Knowing he was listening, you softly said, “That’s us.”

“It’s Halloween weekend.”

“Yeah.”

“That okay?”

“Okay that you were inspired?”

“Yeah?”

You grinned.

“Yeah, of course it’s okay. Write about whatever you want. I love it.”

He sounded shy when he asked, “You do?”

“Uh yeah, it’s amazing.”

You knew he gnawed on his lip. Oh, how you wanted to kiss him to make him stop and hold his face to tell him you loved the song. You wanted to tell him you loved him, because you did — with your whole heart and mind.

No, he wasn’t perfect. Neither were you. But it didn’t matter—

“You know,” he said, unaware he’d derailed your thought. “When the guys hear this, they’re gonna know.”

“Like they don’t know already.”

Not that you cared, either. Let the whole world know you banged Eddie’s hot ass in a cheap motel.

He snorted. “True, subtlety isn’t exactly my speciality.”

“How self-aware of you.”

“I try.”

-

You’d already bookmarked a spell for manifesting. In another book, utilizing sex magic to manifest a lover. There was a variation on the same spell for better sex. While you didn’t need better sex or a lover, you could alter the spells to manifest your magic. You reasoned you could use sexual energy for manifestation.

Maybe your magic was blocked, though. You needed a spell to unblock it. Or you needed to call your magic back, which was a lot like manifesting.

You sighed and leaned back in your desk chair. Spells were all fine and good, but if you didn’t have magic, how could any of them work?

No, you corrected. You didn’t need magic to make spells work. You needed energy.

You read the bookmarked spells again, noticing similarities. Combining them, rewriting them for your own purpose, and using your own energy wasn’t a farfetched idea.

In your notebook, you sketched the manifesting sigils. Supplies were simple: candles, chalk, and a goal. You copied the guidelines about breath-work, retaining awareness of your energy as it moved through the body, and visualization.

However, you didn’t know what your magic looked like. How were you supposed to visualize something that didn’t have a physical form?

You stared out the window. The sunset bleached the blue sky nearly white, like the color of faded denim. Thin, mottled clouds turned purple and gold.

Then it came to you: light was energy, but you couldn’t sense it until it interacted with something else. That didn’t mean it didn’t exist before then.

So, if your magic was energy, what mattered, in terms of visualization, was what it interacted with.

Which was you.

Now that your magic was gone, you realized you used it like another sense. You’d interacted with your surroundings with magic. It was how you felt the care in Eddie’s jacket repair and how you made your footsteps silent. However, the major driver was you. Always you.

You asked yourself how you felt with magic. The simple answer came quick: expansive. You’d sensed more. Since the attack, you felt asleep. Like in dreams where you ran, yet lacked forward movement.

Envisioning that expansiveness was manageable.

You stood, tucking in your chair, and rolled back the rug covering the hardwood floor until you had enough space. From the supplies in your closet, you retrieved spell candles, blessing oil, incense, and white school chalk.

It didn’t take long to prepare. After turning off the lights, you undressed by candlelight and anointed your body. You knelt in the middle of your sigiled circle, swirls of chalk smudging your spread knees. Though you couldn’t feel the sigils’ power, you trusted it was there.

You placed a palm on the chalk to connect to the sigils. With the other hand, you reached between your legs. As you idly brushed your clit and the tender folds leading to it, you remembered blowing Eddie. The warmth between the sheets had smelled of you and him. His silky skin had been so warm.

You’d inched his sleep pants to his thighs and kissed his firm belly, his treasure trail tickling your cheek. He’d stirred, yet hadn’t woken. The linen-filtered light gave a tranquil air. There’d been no rush.

You’d rested your cheek below his bellybutton, his clean scent filling your nose. He had smelled of heated skin and salt and your soap. You’d run your hand over his belly, around his soft cock, across the downy hairs at the top of his thigh.

Feeling bold, you’d swept your fingers up his inner thigh; the skin fine and soft. You skimmed the tip of his cock and his sac. His legs had spread minutely, which made you grin. You spiraled a finger around the glans just to see how he’d react.

And it had been mesmerizing.

Though his breathing had remained steady, his cock plumped and reddened. You hadn’t expected his body to be so responsive. If he’d been awake, you might’ve teased him by calling him slutty.

You’d then drawn closer to this growing erection, wrapping a hand around the base to brace it. Saliva had gathered on your tongue, because you’d wanted to taste him.

You wanted to taste him now — and hear his groans.

The thought combined with the memory had you slick.

You stroked your clit to the rhythm of the song he’d played for you last night. You thought of his talented hands — on his guitar, at your waist, holding your throat, clapping down on your ass. He stretched you perfectly, ground against you like he couldn’t get close enough, kissed you as if he wanted you inside him.

You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on your building pleasure. It trickled in like a gentle brook. And it was energy, hot and syrupy. Sweet like honey. You remembered that tremendous feeling of the universe, of being able to tap into it. All of it was yours, and you were in its thrall.

With a whispered curse, you imagined the trickle of energy filling you. It flowed down your spine to pool between your hipbones. It infused your flesh, spilled into your arms.

You opened your eyes to watch the chalk lines flicker with light.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Yes, yeah, come on.”

You sped your strokes, trying to recall how Eddie had done it. He’d used fingers on either side of your clit. You adjusted your touch and rocked your hips counter to each forward stroke.

Connection, you thought. You sought connection once more.

“Please...”

You pressed harder, and it was as though your body remembered the scenario of half-lying on Eddie, his body against yours, grinding onto his fingers, his other hand branding one cheek of your ass.

Please, please, please...

“Give it back. Give it to me.”

When the energy swelled and orgasm crested like an ocean wave, you bit back a moan and breathed through it. You thought of the connection to the magic, of using what had been given, of feeling favored.

The chalk flickered once, twice, before going dark. It wasn’t enough. You didn’t have enough.

“No,” you said. “No, no, no.” You curled forward, slapping your wet fingers on the chalk. “Please, come back.”

The candles’ flames danced as the central heating kicked on. Goosebumps prickled over your forearms. The blessing oil turned sticky on your skin.

You sat back on your heels, breathing deep. This wasn’t the end. Perhaps you needed to rework the spell, or take more time to prepare. You couldn’t just dive into a spell anymore. As normal as you’d been rendered, you probably now had to meditate and rest and use the proper moon phase.

Before you did any of that, you needed to wash off the chalk, oil, and come.

-

At the kitchen table in the morning, Mom announced she and your father were going on a date Friday night. They’d made a reservation at some Italian restaurant downtown. She then reminded you that you were still grounded.

Like you’d forgotten.

You nodded and took another bite of cereal as an outline of a plan came into focus.

Date night meant they’d both have too much to drink. You didn’t want to think about what happened after they came home and retreated to their bedroom. Logically, though, you knew they’d be occupied with each other for the night. In the morning, they’d sleep late, pop painkillers, and want a greasy breakfast.

They wouldn’t notice another person in your bedroom. Especially if that person didn’t park their van nearby. Or if they didn’t drive over at all.

“Just in case,” you said, tentative. “May I have my car keys?”

Your father grunted and folded the newspaper to the side. He looked unimpressed.

“Just for the night, promise.” You glanced between your parents. “What if something happens?”

You gave Mom an imploring look.

To your father, you said, “I won’t do anything stupid.” To Mom: “If there’s an emergency—”

“You call 9-1-1,” your father said.

“Now, dear,” Mom said to your father. “The police take so long to respond. What if someone breaks in? How would she get away quickly?”

“She runs.”

“You want her barefoot out in the cold? It’s almost December.”

He sighed through his nose, lips pursed.

You offered, “I could get us breakfast in the morning?”

His eyebrows lifted, then his expression shuttered.

“No.”

You nodded and finished your cereal. If you argued, your father would likely add another week to your grounding. He’d say you were trying to find a loophole or whining or being a child. Then he’d compare you to the brats his colleagues raised — and you weren’t a brat, were you?

No, you weren’t a brat. You were a witch who’d been violated and had her power ripped away.

You took your empty bowl to the sink, rinsing it with water before leaving the kitchen. The bus would be at the corner in ten minutes. You threw on your coat, shouldered your backpack, and left the house.

.

You waited outside O’Donnell’s for Eddie, hands tucked between the small of your back and the wall. It was probably overkill to wait. Or it would look like it embarrassed you to ask where anyone could overhear. You could pass him a note during class, but you didn’t want it confiscated. O’Donnell had read students’ notes aloud before.

And what you were going to ask could be misconstrued. Well, maybe not misconstrued. You were asking him to spend the night to help you with a sex ritual.

When he turned the corner, you straightened from the wall. A bright smile spread across his face as he caught sight of you. You smiled back. He scurried over, light on his feet, then struck a goofy pose when in front of you.

His face went serious as he said, “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Whatcha doing out here?”

“I need to ask you a favor.”

He leaned in, conspiratorial.

“A sexy favor?”

With a nod, you said, “Yes, actually.”

He tilted his head side to side with a hum, looking more mischievous by the second.

“Alright, let’s go. Van’s parked in the side lot.”

You bit back a laugh as a few students veered around Eddie.

“How about this Friday instead?”

“In the van?”

“In my room.”

His eyebrows rose just as the bell rang.

Multiple sets of sneakers squeaked on the linoleum as students rushed into various classrooms. You both were lucky O’Donnell hadn’t arrived yet. However, the clack of her heels grew ever closer.

You said, “Call me tonight,” and walked into the classroom.

Everyone was too busy talking amongst themselves to notice you and Eddie arrive together.

After taking his seat, he turned to you and asked, “Sure I can’t tempt you?”

You gave him a somber look in an attempt to hide a grin before pointedly ignoring him to get a pen from your purse. It was tempting to leave, because you didn’t want to sit around for the next fifty minutes and take notes.

He sighed dramatically and flipped his notebook to a fresh sheet as O’Donnell began taking roll. He kept side-eying you throughout class, but you kept your gaze focused on the board.

-

Eddie slung his jacket with vest over the stair rail in your room. He stopped at the edge of the rolled-up rug as you tip-toed around the larger, redrawn chalk circle on the floor.

“Okay,” Eddie said, wiping his hands on his jeans. “What am I supposed to do?”

“You’re going to concentrate your energy on the circle.”

“You want me to jizz on it?”

You shrugged.

“That’s bound to happen.”

“And this is supposed to help you what?”

You sat on the window seat and focused on the sigils you’d drawn earlier. Your hands fisted the thick fabric of your winter-weight robe. You didn’t know how to explain the ritual without convincing him magic was real. He had to believe to help.

“Look, I know this is gonna sound crazy,” you said, mouth gummy. “But magic is real.” You swallowed, heart hammering in your chest. “Magic is real, and I’m a witch.”

You finally glanced at him. Eddie was still and staring. His open flannel shirt hardly moved, as if he’d stopped breathing.

He looked at the circle and back at you.

“You’re a witch,” he said flatly.

“Yeah, I’m a witch.”

“Did you really sleepwalk across town?”

With a shake of your head, you whispered, “Not exactly.”

“Have you done anything to me?”

“I’ve blessed things.”

“What things?”

“The repair on your jacket.” You nodded at it. “Your black handkerchief.”

Sounding suspicious, he asked, “Nothing else? No love spells and shit?”

“No, I... Of—” Your vision blurred with tears. “Of course not.”

You’d definitely ruined his trust. He’d be wary of you from now on and always doubt any feeling for you. Unfortunately, you didn’t know how to prove your intentions. You could only tell him the truth.

You put a hand on your tense chest and said, “I’ve never — never — manipulated you.” You blinked while looking up. “Those kinds of spells don’t work, anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

“Love spells. You can’t make someone love you. It wouldn’t be real.” You lifted a shoulder. “You can cast with love, but you can’t force emotion from another person.”

He sat on the bed, the toes of his sneakers inches from the circle.

It was quiet — too quiet — as though the house was holding its breath. Eddie studied the circle as you watched his profile. The waves of his hair possessed a hint of dampness. You wanted to sit beside him and bury your nose in those waves. You didn’t know if he’d ever let you do that again.

“Okay, so, magic is real,” he said, expression grim as he looked at the circle.

You nodded.

He continued, “And you want me to help you do something magical.”

“I want you to help me regain magic.”

“Because someone took it.”

“Yeah.”

“But you can’t confront that someone.”

“I don’t dare.”

He looked at you, the irises of his eyes dancing as he examined your face.

“What’ll happen if you pull your magic back from them?” he asked.

“I don’t think I can do that, exactly, but I can’t—” You inhaled. “I can’t let them leave me crippled like this.”

He nodded, then rested his elbows on his thighs.

“You know, when you said you needed me for a sex ritual, I didn’t think you were serious.”

You waved your hands in a small arc.

“Surprise?”

He grinned for a beat, then his face turned serious.

“It’s not dangerous, is it?” he asked.

You shook your head before explaining the sigils, the circle, how the waxing moon helped, and what you’d tried before. He brightened when you mentioned masturbation. You rolled your eyes and remarked it was just energy you could manipulate.

He smirked.

“Yeah, that’s not the only thing you manipulated.”

Your mouth twisted as you shook your head at the lame joke.

“I should’ve seen that coming.”

“Oh, you’ll see something coming, alright.”

You covered your face with a hand, trying not to laugh.

“Oh my God, will you stop!?”

Imitating a bad porn soundtrack, he sang, “Bow-chick-a bow-bow.”

Your face heated, though you couldn’t help laughing, and you pointed at the stairs.

“Leave.”

“Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in surrender, yet had a puckish smile. “I’ll stop.”

You smiled at him for a moment. His eyes twinkled, the earlier suspicion gone.

“Do you trust me?” you asked.

Nodding, he said, “Yeah.”

“Are you sure? I don’t—”

“Sweetheart.” He pivoted on the bed to face you. “I wouldn’t still be here if I didn’t.”

You bit your lip as the tightness in your chest slowly unspooled.

He gave you a reassuring look and sat up straight. You took that as a cue to approach. His hands were cool against yours, calluses coarse across your palm. You tugged him to his feet.

“Thank you — even if it doesn’t work. I really appreciate it.”

He released your hands to cup your face.

“It’s my pleasure,” he said with a quirk of his lips.

You breathed a laugh, but he cut it off with a kiss. His soft lips were sweet from some sugary drink. His skin smelled faintly of sharp aftershave. You slanted your head to deepen the kiss and put your hands on his sides. His ribs undulated with his gentle breath, which fanned over your cheek.

Eddie kissed your mouth open. His tongue brushed yours in a tease. He sucked at your bottom lip before pulling back.

“I’ve missed this.”

“Me too.” You peeked around him to read the time. “But we need to get started.”

“Yeah.” He blinked as if he’d forgotten the reason for being in your room. “Yeah, sure.”

You eased his flannel shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. His bangs partially obscured his face as he watched your hands. Once you’d gotten the shirt off, you tossed it on the bed. The t-shirt underneath — the Metallica one from the first day of class — was tucked into his jeans.

“Can I?” you asked, pinching the t-shirt.

His voice was just above a whisper when he said, “Sure, go for it.”

You pulled the t-shirt hem loose and swept it up his torso. He raised his arms to twist out of it, his hair fluffing even further when he was free. You added the t-shirt to the clothing pile.

Somehow, Eddie looked broader without clothes. Like a reverse wet-cat situation.

You traced the demon-head tattoo on his upper chest. You’d seen all his tattoos before, of course, but you’d take any excuse to touch him. Goosebumps rose over his skin; his nipples hardened. You apologized if your hands were cold since he radiated heat.

He whispered, “No, it’s cool.”

You brushed the black-widow tattoo above the demon's head. She looked as if about to crawl across his chest. Maybe in the future you could get a spiderweb tattoo. It would be her home.

“What?” he asked softly.

“Just thinking about tattoos.”

He hummed, but didn’t push for a reply.

You centered the guitar pick on his necklace and snuck a glance at his face. His lips were red and wet, dark eyes hot, pink mottling his cheeks. That same pink trailed down his neck. You wanted to feel the heat on your lips, taste his sweat, bite his perfect skin, leave bruises on his hips and scratches on his back—

Fuck.

You couldn’t get distracted. Despite how distracting Eddie was.

You smoothed your palms down his square torso and around to his sides.

“Should I take your rings off?” you asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah.”

His left hand trembled as you slipped off the chunky rings one by one. A pale ghost encircled his wrist where his watch usually sat. In comparison, his right hand was tame with simple rings on his middle and ring fingers. You took the rings to your desk, lining them next to your open notebook.

When you turned, he was sitting to untie his sneakers. He knocked them aside and pitched his socks in their direction. You went to him and combed his hair away from his face. He grinned with a contented sigh, eyes going half-mast.

“Are you ready?” you asked.

“As I’ll ever be, baby.”

“Okay, I’ll light the candles and stuff. You get undressed and kneel in the circle.”

He grabbed your hips to stop you from taking another step.

“Wait.”

“What? What is it?”

“C’mere.”

You moved between his spread legs with a hunch about what he wanted. He pulled at the lapels of your robe to have you bend, which you did. You balanced yourself with hands on his firm thighs.

“Yes?” you asked with a knowing smirk.

He glanced at your chest before leaning in, mouth tilting for yours. You couldn’t refuse that wordless offer. You kissed him once more, languid and tender. As the seconds ticked on, your apprehension faded. It was you and him. It was warm and tingly. It was anticipation and familiarity.

You pulled away to look into his eyes. His pupils were wide, fathomless, and full of desire. You wanted to drop to your knees, give in, let him have everything he’d been denied.

Instead, you inhaled a deep, calming breath.

Save it for the spell.

“Are you ready now?”

He re-wet his lips with a nod. You returned the nod before going to light candles and incense. After clicking off the lamps, you turned to see him standing outside the circle, naked, his hands curled around his groin. The dance of candlelight painted gold across his skin. The curve of muscle deepened, tattoos softened, the waves of his hair became a halo.

Though you wanted to touch him, you moved to the opposite side of the circle and found the ends of your robe’s belt.

“Hold up,” he said.

You released the belt, hoping he wasn’t having second thoughts.

He took a cautious step onto the circle. Before the attack, you would’ve felt the contact between him and the chalk. There was no guarantee you’d feel it after the spell, of course, but you hoped you would.

Eddie eased onto his knees as if in prayer. He held out his hands for you to take.

With a deep breath, you clasped his hands and stepped onto the circle. You needed the anchor of his touch as your equilibrium wavered from focusing on him. He said nothing of it, releasing your hands and reaching for your belt. He unknotted the bow you’d tied. The front panels loosened to hang from the slope of your breasts. You swallowed as he parted the panels enough to see you bare from throat to knee.

He smiled up at you.

“Didn’t know you were naked under this.”

“I didn’t think there was a point in getting dressed.”

“Well...” He glanced down. “I’m not complaining.”

With a grin, you said, “I didn’t think you would.”

He pushed the panels farther apart. The heavy fabric caught on your pebbled nipples. He angled forward to kiss your belly. His hands snaked up your outer thighs and hips to your waist. The slow caress made your breath catch and back arch. He nuzzled into the softness of your middle, humming.

Your cunt clenched. He was so close. He could probably smell your arousal. All you had to do was throw a knee over his shoulder and guide his face to your slick pussy.

That wouldn’t be enough, though. Your orgasm alone hadn’t been enough last time. You needed his as well.

“Eddie...” You pet his hair. “Eddie, we can’t. Not yet.”

With a soft groan, he rested his forehead on your belly. “You’re right... Jesus, fuck—”

You shimmied the robe off your shoulders and tossed it onto the bed. It took ample willpower to step back and drop to your knees instead of sliding onto his cock and riding him hard. The hungry look in his eyes didn’t help, yet somehow, you remained kneeling.

“Mirror me,” you said, walking your knees apart and putting a hand on the chalk.

He did as requested, his face close to yours. His erection jerked between his legs. Clear precome oozed down the underside, glossy in the half-light.

“Breathe with me.”

He stared at your upturned breasts as he bit his bottom lip. His chest started to sync with yours.

“Feel your energy.”

“All I feel is... wanting you.”

You nearly whimpered at his confession.

“I— I want you, too. Just put it here,” you said and nodded to the circle.

He squeezed his eyes closed with a quick bob of his head.

“Christ, when can I start jacking it?”

As before, you reached between your legs. You idly brushed your clit and the tender folds leading to it. Unlike before, there was no need to fantasize about Eddie. He was here now. You could kiss him, taste his skin, and smell his musk as much as you wanted.

“Set our pace, honey,” you said.

He fixed his attention on the hand between your legs while holding the base of his cock. You relaxed into position, waiting. A tension, more intense than before, coursed through your body as the still moment stretched. Your cunt throbbed, and you had to swallow back a plea.

Almost too soft to hear, he asked, “Are you wet?”

You nodded.

He drew his fingers up to smear the precome around his tip and over his frenulum. You mimicked him by dipping two fingers in your hot hole, then spreading your juices on your clit. The slide of them had your hips canting back, your clitoral hood stretching. The tension became physical as your breathing shallowed.

He wrapped his hand around the tip, massaging it and twisting his hand. You circled your clit in broad rotations. He rubbed the dripping slit at his tip, and you used his rhythm to tease your hole.

You met his gaze and exhaled. His eyes glowed with lust, cheeks feverishly pink. Your first instinct was to lean forward to kiss him, but you couldn’t distract yourself — or him.

“Ready?” he asked.

You breathed a ‘yeah.’

He gave a long stroke down his shaft and back up. You used the length of two fingers to stroke your clit. The delicious friction had you biting your lip. His graceful hand built a rhythm until it was the same canter from the song he’d played for you.

Something about that made the song, the situation, raunchier and deeper. It would never not turn you on now.

You mewled.

“Good?” he asked, breathless.

“Keep going.”

His breathing sped as he pumped his cock. You matched him stroke for stroke. The tip of his cock was red like ripe fruit, the shaft flushed. Heat bloomed in your chest, over your neck, and spread to concentrate between your legs. Your clit drew in. You had to press harder, but that hardly deterred you. It ramped up the pleasured warmth. It centered in the tightening muscles below your navel, your sensitive nipples, and, unexpectedly, your bite-swollen lips.

You whispered, “Make us come, Eddie.”

“Just a little faster, baby. Show me...”

You quickened your strokes. You rolled your hips against your fingers. Your eyes refused to stay open, though. You tucked your chin as your body tensed. Give it back. Orgasm was right there. Give it to me. You teetered on that knife-edge.

Eddie groaned like the sound was punched out of him. He growled a curse.

The strain in his deep voice made your gut swoop. It was enough to have you tipping into orgasm. You gave in. It felt like falling. You saw yourself falling into the velvety shadow of magic you’d once known. It thrummed around you, airless and sparkling against your skin. It sucked you in like an undercurrent. You reeled until you broke the surface with a gasp so powerful your head fell back.

You opened your eyes. Light reflected off the ceiling, strong and steady. Not candlelight.

The chalk circle shone like a beacon under you and Eddie.

Your chest heaved for breath. You felt as if you filled the entire room. You felt Eddie’s palm on the floor and his connection with you. It wasn’t the same as before, but it was something.

You met his shocked gaze as the circle dimmed little by little.

“Jesus Christ,” he said between pants. “Magic’s real.”

-

Acoustic cover by Yoni Schlesinger of Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here" (Schlesinger vocals are more gentle than Eddie's, but you get the idea.)

[riddle-me-ri]

A kiss under the mistletoe with penguins?

A/N: Now this is some of the holiday tropes that are purely a guilty pleasure of mine, I stg…well that and Pengys are also a huge weakness of mine lmao

Kissing the Penguins Under the Mistletoe

Arkhamverse Penguin:

First off, kudos to you for being determined enough to try and seek him out for so long. Your Ozzie never seemed to take a night off, however you stayed fast and true. Thankfully, you two already had dinner plans and you planned to strike then. 

After the first course was over, you two were waiting on desert when you held the iconic plant above your heads. Oswald noticed your arm was up, and followed it to the mistletoe in your hands. 

Oswald chuckled heartily. “Well, isn’t that a cheeky trick?” 

“Not a trick, just a surprise. A sweet on at that.” You smiled slowly leaning in. 

“You got that right, love.” Oz hummed, extremely pleased. 

You two met in the middle and shared a sweet kiss in honor of the holidays and your love for one another. 

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:

You were all smiles and laughs, you were positively glowing, and Oswald was absolutely enraptured by you. You looked gorgeous tonight, for the Iceberg Lounge Christmas Party. He didn’t want you to leave his side, not ever really, but especially not tonight when you looked this amazing. 

“C’mere, I gotta surprise for you, sweetheart.”

“Ozzie! Christmas isn’t for another couple days!” 

“It’s okay, honey. These gifts…are the gifts that keep on givin’.” He smiled. He had his hand behind his back as he walked back over to you. 

There was a moment of silence. 

“Well, close your eyes, sweetheart.” 

You scoff but oblige him anyway. You feel something cut through the air beside you. 

“Okay, open.” 

You look and see his arm is above your head, and you look to see a mistletoe. 

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around Oswald. “You’re right, these gifts do keep on giving.” You turn your head to the side and kiss him, sweetly. 

Gotham Penguin:

Oswald never cared too much about the holidays. Just another obstacle, another element to consider in his plans…until he met you anyway. 

He’s never been big on the holiday season, but if it brings you joy, he’ll tolerate it…to a certain extent. 

The mistletoe being one of the few elements that he takes pleasure in. 

You came up behind him while he was reading the newspaper in the study. “Hey, Ozzie…” you giggled. 

“What’re you up to, Y/N?” He asked looking over his shoulder at you. 

Your eyes glanced up to your hand that held the mistletoe. “I caught you under the mistletoe…y’know what that means?” 

You leaned your head over onto his shoulder. Oswald stifles a laugh, but smiles up at you. 

“Indeed I do, but you didn’t have to go such lengths to ask for a kiss…”

You shushed him, smiling, and leaned into kiss him. 

BTAS Penguin:

For once, Oswald can actually enjoy these holidays with someone. He loathed those around him that had friends, family, and partners to share the season with. 

Now that he has you, he doesn’t have to wither in loathing anymore. If anything he understands why those young couples can’t keep their hands off each other. Why they don’t care if the world sees them. It’s how he felt in regards to you. 

“Hey, Ozzie! I need your help with something!” You called from the living room of his apartment. 

“Coming, my dove!” 

He never really cared for the decorating portion of the holidays, but it made you happy to put somethings up so he obliged. 

He stopped in front of you. “What do you need help with, darling?” He asked, looking for the problem. 

“Umm…your birds seem to want something, but I can’t figure out what.” You pointed to the doves flying just above your heads. 

When Oswald looked up, you had to stifle the laugh when you heard him gasp. One dove was holding the mistletoe by his beak and the other flew around it’s partner. 

Oswald looked down with a lovestruck look on his face and you had to let your giggles out. 

“Surprise!” You giggled as you walked closer to him, putting your hands on his shoulders. 

Oswald chuckled. “Surprise indeed, very clever indeed, my dear.” 

“Only the best for you, Ozzie.” You leaned down, turned your head to the side and planted a kiss on his lips. 

TNBA Penguin:

Oswald was looking for you. The party was in full swing, much thanks to your diligent planning and immaculate problem solving. Now he just wants to enjoy it all with you. 

He asked several of the partygoers, he didn’t get many helpful answers. Thankfully, one of the waiters tapped him on the shoulder and informed him you were out on the balcony. 

Oswald, was confused but was just grateful to have a location. 

“Darling dove, what’re you doing out here?” He asked while standing along the threshold separating the inside from the outside. 

You turned around from looking out into the city and smiled. “Just getting some fresh air, I was going to come back in soon, dear.” 

You walked over to him and held your hands out for him to hold in his. 

“Let me know, next time, dearest. I was running around looking for you.” He kissed the back of your hand. 

“I didn’t mean to make you worry, Ozzie. I’ll let you know next time.”

As Oswald was looking up at you, something caught his eye that hung between the both of you. 

“Oh my, I wonder who put that up there…” He commented under his breath. 

You followed his line of sight to the lone mistletoe hanging on the top of the threshold. 

You smiled, looking back down to Oz. “Well, rules are rules…”

Oswald chuckled. “Indeed so…” He tucked your chin in between his thumb and index finger as he dragged your head down to his level. Both of you turned your heads the opposite direction and leaned into a kiss. Your hands slowly coming up to cup his head, holding it sternly, as if to make the kiss last longer. 

Telltale Penguin: 

Oz was begrudgingly helping you decorate. Since he lost his family and moved away, he never really gave the holidays a second thought. Any sort of joy he could get out of the holiday was void…well until you came along. 

You two were able to settle on a small tree which you were decorating now. However, you didn’t notice that there was another little decoration that Oz slipped past you. 

Oz came up behind you while you were focused on the tree. 

He tapped you on your shoulder, when you turned around he quickly held up a tiny mistletoe in between his fingers. 

You saw his hand shot up, and followed it to the plant in his hand. 

You giggled while you slowly shook your head. “Smooth…very smooth Cobblepot..” You commented, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

Oz keeps one arm up and the other goes to wrap around your waist. “You know I can never resist you, love.” 

You brought your lips to Oz’s and he let his arm come down to join his other in a warm and loving embrace.  

One Bad Day Penguin:

“Y/N, what’re you doing?” 

“Oh, nothing, just helping Lili pick up.” 

The party just wrapped up for the evening. Everyone had a blast, as they usually did. The one holiday they had to celebrate at the Iceberg Lounge with Umbrella Man…was really only a one-man party. 

“Sweetness, you nor Lili should worry about that. That’s why we have a maintenance crew.” 

As if on cue, one of the members of the wait staff grabbed the trash you had gathered in your hands. 

“Point taken.” 

“Where is Lili, anyway? Wanted to tell her good night before we turn in.” 

“Right here, love birds!” She hollered. 

Oswald and you looked up to the second level, she was hanging over the upper floor railing. A familiar plant hung pinched between her index finger and thumb. 

You could hear her mischievous chuckle from the upper level. Meanwhile, as you were trying to get over being duped by Lili. Oswald slowly made his way closer to you. 

“Well, you know me, I’m a traditional man.” Oz grinned. 

“Oh, hardy har har..” You roll your eyes while simultaneously cupping his face in between your hands. 

As you leaned down to meet your lips with his, the two of you couldn’t help but chuckle into the kiss as you heard Lili celebrating from upstairs. 

The Batman (2004) Penguin:

I have no doubt beyond a shadow of a doubt that this Ozzie has a mistletoe on a long stick at the ready. From December 1st to the 31st.  He’s extremely stingy and selfish for any of your affections. Kisses, hugs, you carrying him around bridal style, combing your hand through his hair…he wants it all.

You’re aware of this tactic to steal every kiss from you every chance he gets with the mistletoe, so you try and tease him back. December 1st, you kiss his head. December 11th, you kiss his cheek. Ozzie gets mushy, but once he realizes he’s kind of been cheated out of an actual kiss he gets huffy. 

Once, December 25th rolls around however, you come up with the mistletoe on your own and plant a big ol’ unsuspecting kiss on him. For all the trouble he went through and for you teasing him through most of the month. 

Batman Unlimited Penguin: 

The holidays were always a rough time for Oswald. 

Reminders of all the things he didn’t have. Family, friends, a lover, someone to celebrate the festivities with. It was hard enough living day by day, with people constantly enjoying their time with loved ones. Almost like they were mocking him, now because of the holidays, that’s amplified tenfold. 

Fortunately though, he wasn’t alone this year. 

“Aww…Ozzie! You look terrific! I knew that red sweater would look magnificent on you!” 

Speak of the Devil, there you were, however you were more like an angel. 

“Oh, uh..yes…and it is quite comfortable.” Oz added. 

“I’m so glad to hear it. It definitely suits you, darling.” You smiled. 

Oswald’s heart felt fuller by the minute. The heart he could have sworn was broken in two by humanity’s cruel hand a long, long time ago. Yet, you’ve managed to sew it back together. 

“Oh, I got another surprise for you!” You beamed. 

“My dear, if you keep coming up with surprises, there won’t be any left for the holiday.” Oswald chuckled. 

“Oh, it’s fine! You deserve them all! Besides, this one I know both you and I will enjoy.” You winked. 

Oz’s cheeks began dusting a faint pink. “Oh, very well, what is it?”

Your eyes shot a glance up to the low ceiling of your shared apartment. His eyes followed yours to see a mistletoe dangling from the roof. 

Oswald’s eyes widened and the faint pink turned to a bright red. 

“Oh..I-I…hehe..” He smiles back at you sheepishly. 

You giggle as you cup his cheek, turning his head up to face you. “I told you we’d both enjoy it.” 

“T-t-that you did, darling.” 

You both leaned in for a sweet and gentle kiss.