#i regret the striped sweater

[junpiejumino]

Cartman cant read bc he’s blind and dyslexic (real!!) luckily his bf is a nerd who likes to read

[sewer-rat-eats-you]

Snufkin without brown looks like fuckin uhhhhh Emokin idk

Fuck you Whiteboard Fox give me brown👿👿👿

[rkvriki]

GOT ME THINKING NONSENSE sim jaeyun ౨ৎ

synopsis! you get paired up with jake, your sweet classmate who’s always willing to help you, but while you’re both working, he seems to be the one needing help. wc! 5.1k cw! porn with barely no plot unprotected sex (wrap it up yall!!), SUB!JAKE, dom!reader obvi, oral (m! receiving), jake is whiny and reader is just a tad bit mean, unexpirienced but not virgin jake, had huge writers block in the beggining pls spare me 😣

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You could still feel the high heat in your body when you were walking away from your and Heeseng’s place. You probably didn’t look the most presentable, cheeks flush, hair a little bit tousled and your clothes were most likely all wrinkled from being messily thrown out. The walk from your apartment to Jake’s wasn’t longer than 10 minutes since he lived quite close. You checked your phone and it had been 6 minutes past the time you had planned with Jake so you tried to walk a little faster, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling between your legs, the aftermath of your and Heeseung’s sins.

You had met Jake during one of the classes you had together when one day you were late and the sit next to him was the only one available. He was the usual classmate who didn’t talk much but still had a good group friend, in which Heeseung was included. You two didn’t talk much unless when you ask him to help you with something and to you it almost looked as if he avoided talking to you. You often noticed how his cheeks warmed up when you talked to him or how his eyes flickered from yours to the environment around him, which you found cute and made you bite back a smirk each time you interacted. You would be lying if you said you didn’t find Jake attractive. His face looked like it could’ve been sculpted by the Gods above, and when he wore his glasses you swore you could drop all the dignity you had left for him.

It wasn’t too long after that you reached Jake’s apartment building. You took your phone out, texting him that you had reached his house. You didn’t have to wait long to see how good Jake looked today. Sporting basic jeans with a striped polo sweater and his usual black specs, he looked better than ever. Before your mind could wander any further, you walked towards the entrance, greeting him with a smile and following him upstairs and inside his apartment. When you first walked in, you noticed right away how neat his place looked, just like him.

“Nice place you got.” You said with a smile, making him look back at you with a surprised expression. “Oh? Thanks, though! I’m not very good at decorating but I tried my best here.” Jake answered with a shy chuckle. “Yeah, I could tell you did.”

He leads you further into the hallway, entering the door to his room. His room was a reflection of himself. Anyone could tell this was his room just from the way it’s organized and coordinated. The books on the shelves were all neatly placed and organised in alphabetic order. His desk was free of clutter and had only the necessary things placed above it, that, if you considered a picture of what you assumed was his dog necessary. Your eyes found Jake’s and you could see him tense up when you did so. 

“Shall we get to work then?” You asked with a smile. “Yeah, yes, of course.” He said quickly moving to sit by his desk. You put your things down and sat next to him, your thighs almost touching since the desk was clearly made for only one person to sit there. You pulled out your laptop and opened the document your teacher had sent you with all the instructions.

“I think we could divide the topics for each other and then discuss which information to keep..” Jake suggested, his eyes flickering between the various topics shown on the screen. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea, Jakey.” The nickname slipped faster than you could catch, but you don’t regret it, especially after seeing how Jake’s ears slowly turned red. You bit your bottom lip to prevent the smirk threatening to form.

You had been working for a little past an hour and you could feel your eyes getting tired from looking at your computer screen for so long. From your peripheral vision, you could see Jake running a hand through his raven hair with a heavy sigh, making your eyes turn to look his way. With your head propped on your hand, you admired as he scrolled through endless reports, trying to find any good content he could for the presentation.

He hadn't noticed your staring, too focused on the screen ahead of him. Your eyes moved down his body. His sleeves had been pulled up a little, just below his elbows, showing off the veins that ran down to his hands. Oh, his hands. Something you always stared at. Anytime you would ask him for help in class you would always get distracted by the hands of the man beside you as he used them to point things out in your textbook. You would almost drool as you stared at his thick fingers, letting your mind wander further than it should.

Obviously, you didn’t keep these things for yourself. This had been a hot topic on your late-night calls with Yunjin, the one you would always run to when you needed feminine advice and didn’t want to hear the constant nagging Jay gave any time you talked about boys. The girl would always laugh at you, mentioning that you must have a thing for nerdy-looking guys or, in her words “pathetic men” (her theory got confirmed when you told her you fucked Heeseung). It wasn’t totally false. It is true that you liked weak men who wouldn’t hesitate to get on their knees for you. Blame you for being tired of guys with big egos who think they’re all that.

Another big sigh, almost groan, snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at Jake and saw him leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. “Everything alright?” You asked as you slid your chair closer to his. “Yeah, sorry. Just can’t find any good info for my topics.” He said as he nodded his head towards the screen in front of him. You let out a small sigh as your lips pout with pity, pulling your chair even closer to his. “Don’t be too harsh on yourself, Jakey.” You told him as your hand made its way to his thigh, feeling it tense at the touch. You leaned your body towards his way “You know you can always ask me for help.” our hand moves upwards “Anytime.” You finished with a smile, leaving that last word floating in the air with an uncertain meaning. Jake’s breath got stuck in his throat and he felt the weight of the last word that left your lips. The gears in his head twisted and turned as he tried not to show how the way you were smiling up at him affected him.

You sat back straight in your chair, acting as if you didn’t know what effect you left on him. “Let's ge back to work, yeah?”

It had been a few hours since you started working. During the whole time you could see Jake squirming in his seat, maybe from the tension in the air, so thick that it could be could with a knife. With a sigh, you closed your laptop with a thud, your hands falling to your lap as you turned to look at Jake who seemed to avoid looking you in the eye. 

“I guess this is all for today, Jakey.” You said smiling at him. “We can talk tomorrow in class and choose another day to meet again, maybe at my place next time, yeah?” You asked him as you started getting up from your seat, him doing the same. “Oh yeah, we can do that. I was about to finish this part as well so you’re all free to go.” You nodded at his words, your eyes subtly looking him up and down. His hands twitched in his sides. “I’ll walk you to the door.”

Reaching his door, he opened it to let you out. You looked back at him one last time with a slight smirk. His cheeks warmed up and he swayed in his place, suddenly feeling awkward in the loud silence. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You said, now fully smiling. “See you, y/n.” Jake said not moving from his spot. 

You walked away from his door, and as soon as you were out of sight, Jake moved to close the door, resting his back against it as he released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He brought his cold hands to his cheeks, trying to heat them down. He knew working with you wasn’t going to be an easy task.

This cycle of going back and forth between each other’s houses has been going on for a few weeks now and the project was almost done. The thick tension between you two every time you were together was undeniable and it had Jake feeling tense around you.

Ever since you pulled that thing the first time you went to his house, Jake could seem to fully focus when he was around you, always getting distracted by whatever you did. Even during classes, you seemed to purposely sit next to him, only to spend half of the time subtly touching the side of his leg and moving up to touch his tight. Jake was going crazy from your shenanigans and they were the only thing running through his mind when he laid in bed wide awake, head full of you and his hand running down from his tummy to where his body needed him the most.

It’s not like Jake never had sex or related activities, but he wasn’t the most experienced. He had only had sex with his ex and only serious girlfriend he had and it wasn’t anything too out of this world. He knew you’ve had your fair share of sexual encounters, he knew you had plenty of experience and he knew you were damn good at it because he has heard stories from the men you were with. If you asked him a long time ago, this wouldn’t bother Jake, but now, with all you’ve been doing to him, it makes him feel a bit insecure, because if your teasing escalates further he knows he could never compete with those men. But maybe that’s not what you think.

You were waiting for Jake since he was coming over to finish and wrap up the project. You had spent a good two hours in front of the mirror, trying to make yourself look more presentable for him, something you would never admit to anyone even if they paid you. It wasn’t too late but you could see the sun setting from the view in your window. You were about to check your phone when you heard the doorbell ring, meaning Jake had already arrived.

Walking towards the front door, you checked yourself one last time in the mirror before opening the door. “Hey, Jake! Come on in!” You said stepping aside so he could enter your house. “Hey, um, I brought some snacks, since it’s getting kinda late and I remembered you said you liked these so…” He trailed off, showing you two packs of your favourite snacks, making you surprised he even remembered that. “Oh my god, Jake! You definitely didn’t have to. Thank you, though!” You said smiling at him, his cheeks warming up as usual. “Anyways, let’s get started before it gets too late for you.”

The project was going smoothly since today you two were only doing the final touches and reviewing the whole thing. The dynamic between you and Jake today felt different. There were more lingering touches coming from him who you would accidentally touch his hand but he wouldn’t move away or flinch like he usually does. You were surprised that he acting this way, but you were definitely not complaining, you like this less conserved side of him.

You tried to focus on the text on your screen, but you couldn't help but let your eyes drift off to where Jake was sitting working on the powerpoint. It’s not like he didn’t look good any other day, but maybe it was the dim warm light in your room or maybe it was the moon shining from your window behind him, you weren’t exactly sure, but something about him today had him look so good and you couldn’t avoid the warm sensation in the bottom of your tummy that made your thighs press together.

Your inner turmoil was interrupted by Jake’s little sigh, making your eyes focus back on him. “I’m finished with this.” he said turning to look at you. “Do you need any help with that or…?” he trailed off. “Oh! Um no, I’m finished as well.” a thought came up to your head. “Can I check the powerpoint?” you asked leaning a little towards him. “Ah, yes, of course.” He answered, adjusting his glasses.

You pushed your chair closer to his, purposely making your thigh touch his. Jake felt his heart race when you got suddenly so close, the scent of your sweet yet intoxicating perfume invading his senses. His eyes drifted from your focused face down to your exposed neck, making him lick his dry lips as if to stop himself from letting his lips fall into its soft skin. He shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts of you out of his mind and maintain his composure.

“Well, this looks pretty good!” you said smiling at him, almost missing the way his eyes quickly fall from your eyes to your lips. “Oh, really? Thank y-” “You did such a good job, Jakey.” You interrupted him, as you let your hand fall on his thigh. His lips opened and closed as he tried to speak but no words came out. “You worked so hard on this.” your hand started moving up and down, making him tense up. “Think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” his eyes doubled in size as you spoke so softly, yet your words were filled with nothing but lust.

“Answer me, Jake.” you said, leaning closer to his face. “I- Yeah, please.” he answered, voice barely above a whisper. Your lips immediately connected to his, making him let out a low moan. His lips felt soft against yours, fitting almost like two pieces of a puzzle connecting. Your hand moved further upwards, now dangerously close to where his bulge was growing. His wands that were awkwardly laid by his side moved to lay on your hips, gripping them when he felt your tongue swiping against his bottom lips. He gave you access and you started exploring his mouth, tongues rubbing against each other, making both of you moan at each other’s tastes. 

Kissing Jake felt heavenly, almost better than anyone you’ve kissed. It felt good to finally be the one leading. You felt so powerful with him writhing against you, yearning for more than just your kisses. You pulled away so both of you could catch your breath. Jake looked up at you, lidded eyes with a glow on them and his lips red and swollen from you biting on them occasionally. “Fuck, Jake. You look heavenly.” He only answered by chasing your lips, already missing the feeling of your lips on his. You pecked his lips before pulling away again, making him let out a whine. Your pussy throbbed at the sound, never had heard a man make such a beautiful sound, almost like a melody to you. 

“Let’s move to the bed, yeah?” you asked breathlessly, making him nod eagerly. Both of you stumbled as you got off from your chairs, almost bumping into each other. Jake was the first one to lay in your bed, head hitting your soft pillows. You followed him, crawling in his way, until your legs were straddling his lap, sitting on it. You leaned down, taking his lips on your again. The kiss was messy and heated, both of you probably getting coated in spit but neither could care any less about the mess. His bulge felt delicious as it grew harder and harder below you, rubbing against your clothed core.

You grinded experimentally against his clothed member to which he let out a groan, feeling the heavenly friction of you against him. You kept slowly and teasingly grinding against him as your hands ran down from his face to his chest stopping by his nipples that felt hard against your fingertips. You pressed on them, his hips bucking up as he let out a yelp, not expecting the sudden stimulation. You smirked against him, pulling away from the kiss, a string of spit connecting you both. Your hands left his nipples to pull at the bottom of his shirt, indulging him to take it off. You stared at his toned torso, not expecting to see the lines on his abs, something you would deal with later.

Your mouth made its way to his neck, starting by kissing all over until you found his sweet spot. Your hands started moving back up again to his nipples, rubbing them, making him whine again as he grinded harder against you. “Never had your nipples played like this, Jakey?” you asked, pulling away from his neck “Tell me, baby. Do you like it?” he had his eyes closed and his brows furrowed as he tried to think of what to say. “F-fuck yes” he stuttered “Feels so good!” he said with a whine, making you smirk at his already fucked out state. 

You lowered yourself, mouth moving to kiss from the dip in his chest, down to his abs, sucking on the area there, creating red marks all around. Your mouth kissed lower, following his happy trail until you reached the line of his pants. “Can I take this off, baby?” you asked him, pawing at the button. He nodded quicker than he would like to admit. “Need words, Jakey.” you demanded, wanting to hear him voice out his consent. “Yes, y/n, please, fuck”

With his green light, you started unbuttoning his pants and undoing the zipper. You tapped his hip, signalling him to raise them so you could take them off. He did as he was told and you pushed the jeans off, leaving him in just his boxers that already had a damp spot where the tip of his cock was. You stared at the bulge, already noticing that he was probably huge, making you feel a little nervous about fitting him in you. You squirmed in your spot, feeling an uncomfortable sticky feeling in your underwear, making you aware of how wet you were getting.

Jake whined, snapping you out of your thoughts, looking at you with eyes begging for you to touch him. You smiled at his helpless state “What d’you want, Jakey? Need you to speak or I won’t know.” He whined at your words, his brain feeling like a mush inside his head. “N-need you to touch it, please, just do something.” He answered, squirming in your bed as he felt more and more desperate. You didn’t say anything else as your hand moved to his bulge. Poor baby, was hard as a rock. It probably even hurt. You squeeze his length, pre cum escaping the tip and staining his boxers even more. “More, please! I need more,y/n!” he said with a whine. 

You took some pity on him and your hands automatically moved to remove his boxers from him, cock hitting his stomach with a bounce, Fuck, he really was huge, and thick. A long vein ran from the base to the tip and you wanted nothing more than to do that. You lowered your mouth on his cock, licking up from the base until you reached the tip, engulfing it with your lips. You licked a stripe on the slit, making him groan at the delicious but almost overstimulating feeling. Your mouth moved down, taking almost his whole length. One of your hands wrapped around what you couldn’t fit, while the other moved to play with his balls, his hips bucking inside you making you gag around him.

The vision Jake had of you ass up and face down on his cock was what he hoped heaven looked like. Your mouth felt warm and heavenly and he already felt brain fucked. He had never felt such pleasure in his life and he just knew this was gonna be the suck of his life. He dared to look down again and his eyes met yours. He could bust right there and then with just the look you gave him. Your eyes were dark, pupils blown out, making him feel so powerless underneath you. His eyes closed shut when he felt you hollowing your cheeks to suck him even harder.

You could tell he was close. His hips were twitching as well as his whole cock and you could feel him throb in your mouth. You removed his length out of your mouth and licked down to his balls, licking them as your hand moved to jerk him off at a quick pace. His breath was getting shorter as he felt his release come closer and closer. “Oh, f-fuck! Please, Please, y/n!” He didn’t even know what he was begging for, his whole body felt numb, except for the knot on his stomach getting tighter and tighter. 

Your lips moved to suck on his tip as your hand kept jerking him up and down. His cock started twitching hard in your grip “y/n I-I’m gonna cum-!” His warm cum spurt inside your mouth, making you moan at the feeling of him filling you up. He was moaning loudly as he rode out his orgasms, chest heaving up and down quickly as he tried to keep breathing. You gave him one last hard suck, making him shudder in overstimulation. 

You moved to eye level with him, hand moving up to brush his hair away from his face. “Such a good boy for me, yeah?” He nodded in your hold, face flushed and eyes teary from his orgasm. Your lips met his, tongues instantly meeting. He could taste himself on you, making him groan as the bitter taste touched his buds. You pulled away from the kiss, sitting on him fully clothed. Your hands pulled at the hem of your top, taking it off and leaving your torso naked as you weren’t wearing a bra. Jake’s mouth gaped as he stared at your bare chest, hands twitching at his side, wanting to touch them.

“You can touch them, Jakey.” you smiled sweetly at him, showing him you were comfortable with whatever he wanted to do. He let out a shaky breath as his hands hesitated to travel to your chest. He held your boobs in his hand, fitting them perfectly in his calloused hands. He didn’t really know what to do so you moved your hands to hold his, moving his thumbs to rub and twist your hardened nipples. You quietly moaned at the feeling of his rough fingers touching your sensitive buds. You removed your hands from his, letting him experience you by himself. He pinched on your nipples, making you yelp in surprise. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt-” “Do it again.” you told him “W-What? Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly. “Yes, I liked it, Jakey. Was just surprised.” You answered, smiling at him.

His hands returned to your nipples pinching and rubbing them, making you clench around nothing. As much as you enjoyed the feeling you were getting impatient and needed to have him inside you as soon as possible. You grabbed his hands, taking them off of you as you stood up on the ground to take your bottoms off. You slowly pulled them down along with your panties. His eyes carefully watched as you stripped for him and him only.

You straddled him again, your pussy sitting right on top of his cock, making both of you moan at the feeling. Jake grabbed your hips up and sat against the headboard. “Wanted to have a better look at your face when you fuck me.” he said looking up at you with his puppy eyes. You were out of words so you cradled his face in your hands as you kissed him again. Your hips start moving as if on their own, rubbing our cunt against his length, making the tip bump against your clit. He whined inside your mouth as you swallowed his sounds. 

You pulled away, hoisting your hips up as your hand grabbed his length and aligned the tip to your entrance. “W-wait!” he suddenly said making you stop in your movements. “Everything ok?” you asked worried that he might have been uncomfortable. “No, I just- You weren’t prepped and-” your lips clashing against his interrupted him, making him let out a protesting sound. “Don’t worry bout that, Jakey.” You simply said as you grabbed his length again positioning it on your gaping hole.

You slowly sink on him, your mouth opening in a silent moan while he whines in your ear, hands moving to circle your waist. You bottomed down and stayed still for a while to adjust to his big and thick size. The only thing heard was both of your heavy breaths. His hands were comfortingly rubbing up and down your back. When you felt ready you moved your head to look at him. “Ready?” you asked him and he nodded eagerly at you.

You started by slowly circling your hips around his length, both of you moaning at the euphoric feeling. He rested his head against your shoulder, panting in your ear. You circled your arms around his neck as you started to pick up your face. The room was filled with the sound of skin hitting skin and the squelch coming from your pussy. “F-fuck, y/n! Never felt s-so good.” Jake whispered as he felt his eyes roll back at the feeling of your raw cunt moving on his hard cock. “Yeah? You’re filling me up so good, Jakey. Even let you go in me raw.” You grabbed his head to make him look at you. His eyes were low and he had drool almost dripping out of the corners of his open mouth.

You moved around him at a now stable pace, moaning loudly when the tip of cock found the spongy spot inside you. “F-fuck, Jake!” he was stretching you out so good, taking you to cloud 9. You looked back at him, his head leaning back on the headboard, completely fucked out. “Look at you.” you said making him open his eyes, barely keeping them from closing again. “Fucked you dumb, didn’t I?” he nodded even though you weren’t really looking for an answer. “Poor baby, just wanted to be a good boy for someone, isn’t that right, Jakey?” he whined at your words, knowing they were fully true so he nodded his head as his eyes got even more teary, one tear even dropping out. You laughed at his state, knowing he had nothing on his brain but your pussy. 

You felt the too-familiar pressure on your tummy starting to build up and his cock twitching again. You bottomed out on him again, grinding your hips down on him as you tried to reach your climax. “Oh God! I’m getting close, Jakey.” you said in a whiny moan” You’re gonna cum with me, yeah?” you felt his cock twitch harder inside you as he nodded at your question, wanting to fulfil your request. Your breath was getting laboured but you tried to maintain your composure for him. 

Jake could feel you clench around him, knowing you were almost reaching your high. He slowly moved his hand from your waist to where your bodies met, rubbing on your clit. You let out a surprised yelp as you squeezed hard against him, eyes widening at the unexpected contact. “F-Fuck, Jake!” you said breathing heavily. “You make me feel so good.” Both of your lips met, desperately trying to reach both of your releases. You grinded faster on him, now moaning in sync against each other mouths. His finger rubbed faster on your swallowed nub, making your head spin as you threw it back.

“J-Jakey, I’m so close!” you said as you felt your thighs burn from exhaustion. “Me too, f-fuck!” His hips started slightly bucking upwards, trying to match with your movements. Your synced movements had you moaning loudly, not even caring if you’re gonna get complaints from your neighbours later. The sound of Jake’s whines getting louder along with the frequent twitching of his cock indicated that he was just as close as you. You sped up your movements as you felt the knot in your tummy about to burst.

“J-Jake, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cu-” you were cut off by your orgasm, almost stopping in your movements with a silent scream. The feeling of your juices releasing against his cock had Jake cumming right after you with a loud whine. The aggressive twitching of his cock along with the feeling of his warm seeds painting your insides felt heavenly. You looked down to see a white ring form around his length, slowly moving up and down as you rode both of your orgasms out.

Your heads rested against each others’ shoulders as you stayed like that for a while, you with the feeling of his hands rubbing shapes on your back soothingly. The sound of both of your panting filled the silent room. The sound of traffic could also be heard from outside and it made you go back to your senses. You got your head up, urging Jake to do the same. You pulled him in one last kiss before you pulled his length out of you, making both of you hiss. You got up and walked towards the bathroom to grab a washcloth. You cleaned yourself up first before going back and cleaning his length for him. He shook from still being sensitive, making you chuckle at him.

You tossed the cloth onto the ground and laid next to him, sighing happily when your head hit the comfort of your pillows. Your hand rested on his chest rubbing circles on it as you simply looked at his peaceful state. The silence in the room wasn’t uncomfortable and you felt like you both made a silent rule of not talking about what happened. He grabbed your hand from his chest and gave it a kiss. “Thank you for taking care of me.” He said as he felt his cheeks warm up. You chuckle and prop your head on your hand to get a better view of him.

“Well, thank me when we get a good grade. This was my thanks in advance.” You said, making both of you laugh. “Yeah, maybe I’ll be the one rewarding you next time.”

[vee6lolz]

hello!!! how are you?

i was thinking about spencer meeting a teacher hehe I'm not so good at describing it, but maybe she's giving private lessons for a kid's neighbour of his and then they meet at the elevator of the building? pretty please? 😍

𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖙. -- spencer reid x teacher!reader.

warnings/tags: (fluff!) , teacher / chaotic (but sweet) reader.

a/n: i had so much fun writing this help me i love u to whoever suggested it

wc: 1.9k !!

summary: you're a teacher whose putting in the work for summer school students, you wake up late one day and even though it seemed like the most inconvenient thing ever, it worked out in your favor after all.

NOT PROOF READ + ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

The morning sun spilled through the gaps in the curtains, casting stripes of light across the tangled mess of blankets in your bed. You blinked groggily, your eyes heavy and puffy from too little sleep and too many regrets. As you rubbed the remnants of last night from your eyes, your phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a string of missed calls. Four from your ex, two from his best friend. A dull ache settled in your chest—a reminder of things you’d just rather forget.

You groaned, realizing you had returned none of them. Not that you had the time, or the patience. Rolling out of bed, an overwhelming wave of yesterday’s choices washed over you; you reeked of sweat and something faintly reminiscent of cheap wine. Your gaze flicked to the clock on the wall—12:30. Oh shit. You were late.

With an urgency you hadn’t felt in days, you scrambled to gather yourself, moving your hair out of your face as you stumbled towards the bathroom, your heart racing along with the consequences of your procrastination.

you stumbled into the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face in an effort to shake off the fog of last night. the cool rush did little to calm your racing heart as you hastily brushed your teeth, already scanning the small space for something—anything—that was clean to wear.

just as you reached for a shirt that suspiciously looked like it might’ve been worn yesterday, your phone buzzed again. the caller id read “mrs. henderson,” one of your students' moms. with a sigh, you answered, knowing you had no choice.

“hello, mrs. henderson,” you greeted, trying to inject some cheer into your voice.

“yes, ma’am,” you replied, wincing at the urgency in her tone. “yes, i am on my way right now, stuck in traffic.” you glanced at the clock again; the minutes were slipping away.

as you hurriedly threw on a wrinkled pair of pants, you glanced out the window and noticed the swarm of cars barely inching along. your frustration bubbled over, and without thinking, you shouted toward the street, “come on! move it already!”

“ugh, you know how it goes during rush hour,” you continued to mrs. henderson, half-exasperated and half-amused at your own antics. “yes, almost there, buh bye!” you ended the call with a shaky laugh, shaking your head at the chaos of your morning.

with adrenaline pumping and a mounting sense of urgency, you quickly pulled a sweater over your head, choosing to ignore the wrinkles. tugging on your shoes, you grabbed your bag and took one last look in the mirror. you could only hope today wasn’t a complete disaster—and that you wouldn’t have to dodge any more frantic phone calls.

you got out of your car and parked in guest parking, the summer sun pouring through the window, painting the seats in golden hues. instead of lounging on a beach somewhere, sipping piña coladas and listening to the sound of gentle waves, you were stuck in summer school with one specific student. your friends were sharing stories of tropical adventures while you were grading notes on multiplication and grammar. it wasn’t that the student was a bad kid; in fact, she had been a solid performer until the semester began to slip away from her. she was bright but had a stubborn streak that kept her from doing anyone else’s work, that is, until she met you, ms. [l/n]. the school administration figured that since you had built such a great rapport with her, why not sacrifice a little vacation time to help ensure the girl wouldn’t flunk? and if they thought you were just going to say yes because you felt bad... then yeah, they were right. god you hated teaching summer school.

as you arrived and, rushed down the hall, you hit the button for the elevator, tapping it with increasing impatience as the minutes slipped away. the elevator door stood stubbornly closed. you groaned and hit the button again and again, tapping it with a combination of desperation and frustration.

“having trouble?” a voice chimed from behind you. you turned to see a tall figure walking toward you, his frame around six feet tall, effortlessly commanding the small space. he had tousled dark hair, and his cheekbones were high and defined, complemented by a slight smile. his eyes were a striking shade of hazel, an unusual mix that seemed to shift with the light. he wore a fitted black shirt that accentuated his lean frame, paired with dark suit pants. he looked almost too perfect—a professor-type, but a bad one. like someone who could educate you on the theory of relativity and then do things to you you would never forget.

“uh, yeah. it won't budge,” you admitted, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks as you briefly noted how attractive he was. he approached the elevator panel and swiftly pressed the actual button—of course, the one you had been mashing fruitlessly. the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and you stepped inside, feeling a mix of gratitude and intrigue.

“thank you,” you said, glancing at him as the doors closed. you stood next to each other in the cramped space, and you couldn’t help but eye him curiously. he seemed absorbed in his own thoughts, occasionally looking down at his hands. you couldn’t figure out why he was so quiet, but you didn’t dwell on it for long; your focus was on arriving to the door.

as the elevator hummed its way to your destination, you noticed the number flashing above the door. to your surprise, you were headed to the same floor. just as you reached it, you both instinctively moved toward the door at the same time.

“oh, after you,” he offered, his voice smooth and lightly teasing. your heart raced again, not just from the sense of urgency but also from how charming his laugh was. you couldn't help but notice the way it seemed to echo around you, making you want to hear it again.

“no, please. after you,” you insisted in return, and you both found yourselves caught in an awkward dance, both trying to let the other go first, unable to decide who should step out first.

“after you,” he repeated, laughter dancing in his voice, and just like that, you nodded, cheeks slightly warm, before stepping out of the elevator. as you walked past him, you felt the warmth of his presence lingering, and that laugh—oh, God if you weren't so late right now...

you sat across from your young student at the small kitchen table, surrounded by a mix of colorful worksheets, pencils, and books. The late afternoon light poured in through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. The little girl diligently worked on her times tables, the crinkled paper a testament to her determination.

As you glanced occasionally at her progress, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of fulfillment. Teaching had its challenges, but moments like these reminded you why you loved it. You caught yourself smiling—genuine, unfiltered joy spilling over as the girl successfully rattled off another multiplication fact. but you also caught yourself remembering the tall man in the elevator, you smirked to yourself even more.

In a moment of concentration, she looked up and noticed. “You’re smiling a lot!” she blurted out, her eyes wide with curiosity. You chuckled softly, caught off guard by her observation. “I guess I am,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light.

“My neighbor down the hall works for the FBI,” she announced with an important air. Her youthful confidence was contagious. “He’s a profiler or something, and he says that when someone’s smiling a lot, it means that something happened to make them happy.”

“Yeah, I saw something that made me happy alright,” you said lighter than you intended, before a wave of realization washed over you. maybe that wasn’t... appropriate to say in front of a fourth grader. Your mind raced as you searched for a safe response.

“What does that mean?” She asked, you stammered and stuttered and asked. “Well, uh-- Hey would you look at that its almost time for me to go.” She looked at you curiously, clearly pondering what you’d said. There was a peculiar wisdom in her gaze, and you quickly ushered her away.

After a final glance around the apartment, you slipped on your coat and grabbed your bag, feeling the familiar excitement of stepping out into the bustling world again. The hallway felt cozy as you made your way to the elevator, your footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor.

As the elevator doors slid open with a soft chiming sound, you stepped inside, your mind drifting to thoughts of your next tutoring session and the plans you had for the weekend. Just as the doors were about to close, they jolted back open, and a man stepped in—tall, with tousled dark hair and a warm smile that lit up his face. He glanced over at you, and you instinctively looked up, catching his gaze. In that moment, time seemed to stand still amid the commotion of your lives outside.

A smile broke across your face, a soft, inviting expression that mirrored his own. And without thinking, you spoke up, "You came in this morning, but you're leaving this afternoon." you said, without thinking. It sounded creep to me, but he understood what I meant. He nodded, "Yeah my job it uh-- I work for the uh-- Behavioral Analysis Unit for the FBI." your jaw drops, and he looks, but not limited to, concerned. "Is everything--" "Yeah its just uhm, funny enough my student, I think she was talking about you today-- I teach, so," you mutter out, letting out a breathy laugh.

"She 'profiler..ed'? me, I guess. I was smiling and she knew that something happened this morning to make me smile. She said she got it from you," he looked in complete and udder awe as he let out a chuckle. he nodded, then thinking for a bit. The elevator dinged, and instead of parting ways there, you guys walked the parking lot together. "Anderson? The little one," He said, making the motion with his hand to the side of his hip. You nodded your head in agreement. "Yeah she's really bright," he adds with a smile.

You agree with him, and look at him with curiosity in your eye. "Why were you smiling this morning?". The question lingers through the air, as he gives that laugh, that laugh, that he gave this morning that you almost risked everything for, filling the silence.

"You were staring, really hard." You feel your whole world shatter in embarrassment as those five words escape his lips, you laugh out of complete shock and horror as he can't help but begin to join you out of response to your reaction. "It's okay, it was just funny. Plus, I was too.". You let that stay in the air for a bit— those gorgeous hazel eyes looking down into yours, you smiled. And that's all you did. He walked you to your car, making sure you got there safely. And before he could walk off to his own, you spoke out. "Hey would you— happen to have a card? Just incase I wanna talk to you about, profiling or, the right buttons on the elevator." You say, realizing how stupid that sounding coming out. But he didn't think so, not at all. "Or incase I just wanna, talk to you..." Your voice fading out as he walked back over to you. Spencer Reid.

"I'll be expecting a call from you, you know. About, the right buttons on the elevator." He smiled, chuckling out. You nodded your head. 'will do...' you thought to yourself as you turned the engine on, letting the rumbling of your car fill your ears for a moment.

oh thank, God, to being late.

[bthemistake]

- You'll Haunt Me -

[Image Description:

The characters Normal Oak and Hermie the Unworthy from the Dungeons & Dragons podcast, Dungeons and Daddies season 2. Contains spoilers for Dungeons and Daddies episode 46 onwards.

Normal stands, visible from the waist upwards, looking off to the side with half-lidded eyes. He's wearing the mascot shirt, a blue-green colour with two white stripes on each sleeve and the words 'TEEN HIGH' on his chest. His expression is empty and his posture slumped, missing the unrelenting hope he'd had at the beginning of the season.

Hermie is behind him, raised up with his hands resting on Normal's shoulders, looking down and slightly tinted in a ghostly blue. He's wearing a white collared shirt and a diamond-pattern sweater vest with The Joker colours, a matching green tint to one half of his hair and very light smudged red face paint on half of his mouth. On his other half he is covered in burn scars and his hair is a messy white colour. The burns also cover his left (the viewers right) arm. There is no colour in his eyes, they are glazed over and pale.

He's not looking at Normal with love or longing, only regret. His death was so sudden and quick he'd barely had time to get any words out, for once compelled to be honest. He'd had so much time with Normal and the other teens, all the time in the world to share his feelings, but it wasn't until he was bleeding out and Normal was unconscious did he allow himself to say 'I like you too.'

End of Image Description.]

[fairlyang]

Present 🏹

in which kate unwraps her present

w/c: 2.8K

pairing: kate bishop x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. fluffy at first, horrendous ugly xmas sweaters, flips a switch, teasing, groping, grinding, fingering, sweet aftercare, more fluff, matching jammies and hats, hot chocolate

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You were sitting in your living room reading a book with Lucky napping on your leg and Christmas music playing softly in the background when suddenly the front door bursts open. In comes your girlfriend Kate with loads of bags in her hands.

She dumps them on the floor then closes the door before pointing at them with a wide smile. "I got you something." She says and goes through her bags unsure which one to show you first.

"This won't be good." You mumble petting Lucky's head before he jumped down to greet her while you closed your book and put it on the coffee table.

"Hey buddy!" She exclaims pulling away from her bags to play with him.

His tail was wagging back and forth since he hadn't seen her all day because she was out shopping without you. There was no one to babysit him and she didn't want him to stay home by himself while you both shopped for hours. She feels too bad.

So you told her to go by herself which you would soon regret.

She pulls away and opens a bag, digging in it for a few seconds before taking out a sweater for Lucky. She gasps and holds it up to him, he excitedly sat down waiting for her to put it on.

She takes off the price tag and quickly slips it on him with ease. "Go show mama your new sweater!!" She says and points to you.

He quickly runs up to you and does a little twirl before sitting down, tail still wagging, tongue happily out. His sweater made it seem like he was an elf, with cute little red and green cotton balls on it.

"You look so handsome Lucky." You said and scratched behind his ears which made him tilt his head to the side.

"I knew I had to get him a few things and absolutely adored that sweater!!" She says excitedly, taking tags off what looks to be a bunch of toys.

"You have great taste baby." You coo, taking a quick glance at her, and fixing the collar on Lucky's shirt.

She then dumped brand new toys she got him onto the floor. "Santa!!!" She yells and squeezes the toy's belly, making a loud squeak noise that instantly got his attention.

He sprinted towards her and grabbed the toy out of her hands before running off to some other part of the apartment, toy still getting squeaked.

Kate turned towards you, holding something behind her back. "I got you the best thing I've laid my eye on." She says, standing up and walking over to you.

"That's only making me nervous Katie." You chuckle and she shrugs.

"I promise you'll love it." She replies and takes a seat next to you.

She then moves her hands and places a sweater on your lap. You grab it and hold it up only to burst out laughing.

"Now Kate-"

"Please try it on! Pretty please." She pleads, giving you your best puppy dog eyes which you couldn't deny.

"Fine." You mumble and get up, walking towards your shared bedroom.

You tried to take a peak at the other bags she had before she quickly spun you around and made you go to the direction of your room. "No peaks!!!" She exclaims, pointing a finger at your face.

"Ugh fine! All I'm saying is you better have an ugly sweater too." You groan and she gives you a thumbs up.

You walk away, entering your bedroom and closing it shut before taking a closer look at the sweater.

And of course it was an ugly Christmas one.

Because Kate bought it.

It was a red sweater with white snowflakes all over it, with green stripes along the entire collar, cuffs of the sleeves, and the bottom of the sweater. But worst of all it had a big gold bow on the entirety of the chest with a gold strip right through the middle.

Oh but the absolute cherry on top was the "You're welcome" tag attached to the bow.

How the hell Kate always found the weirdest of sweaters ever is beyond your knowledge. And how she finds worse ones after every year....

You sigh and take off the hoodie you snatched from her side of the closet before leaving it on the dresser. You then slip the sweater on and pray it wasn't itchy.

It surprisingly wasn't but it felt almost heavy? There was just so much going on and the colors were atrocious.

Sure it was the colors of Christmas but it couldn't be a sage green? Forest green?

It was all way too bright but the things you'd do for Kate....

You took a deep breath then let it out before opening the door and going back to the living room only to find Kate with her back to you.

"I swear to god Kate Bishop if yours isn't as ugly as this one-" you start but she turns around, shutting you up.

Your eyes widened and you brought a hand to cover your mouth.

And there was your lovely incredible Christmas loving girlfriend in an ugly Christmas sweater.

Somehow more ridiculous than yours but it was the tiniest bit cute on her.

So it technically wasn't fair.

She moved her hair back and grinned, "what do you think?"

"It's.... Ugly?" You say unsure what she wanted to hear.

It had different blue and white patterns along the top and bottom, with thick red strips along the collar, cuffs and bottom of it. But what made hers so.. different was the fact that there was a Santa on it.

With his sleigh.

And physical plushie reindeers flying it.

And colorful pom poms along the sleeves.

It was truly horrendous but the reindeer, the most ridiculous part of the entire sweater, somehow made it look cute.

Maybe only because it was Kate that was wearing it and you thought she looked good in absolutely everything...

"I don't even wanna know where you got them." You cut off the silence and she chuckles before taking a step forward towards you.

"Not like I'd tell you anyway!" She teases before reaching up and tugs on two strands of your bow.

"S'cute." She mumbles under her breath making you snort.

"Yeah right." You groan making her laugh.

"You make it look cute, pretty girl." She coos, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

But her reindeer then poke your chest and stomach making her pull away slightly. "I do have other actual cute things for us but I just had a thought..." she mumbles, leaning in towards your neck.

She left a soft kiss on your skin, not caring about your sweaters bothering each other. "And what's that baby?" You ask quietly, already having a slight idea.

"I wanna unwrap my present." She murmurs against your skin making you let out a sigh.

"Don't gotta say it twice." You breathe out and she hums, kissing up to your ear then nibbling on your earlobe.

"You're so gorgeous." She murmurs as she pulls away and quickly grabs your hand leading you to your bedroom.

"Eager much?" You tease making her groan as you walk into your room.

She closes the door and pushes you against it, slipping her leg between yours and with her hands gripping your hips. "Acting as if you don't want me to." She coos and gives you a little pout.

"You're such a tease." You whine and she grins.

"Good." She mumbles before going back to your neck but this time immediately sucking on your skin then leaving a wet kiss on it before finding another area to mark.

You moaned as she left another mark and your hands made their way to her hair, slightly pulling on it how she likes it. "So did you- j-just see this sweater and thought of this?" You stutter making her chuckle and pull away.

"Kind of. I know you appreciate a good dirty joke." She says with a smirk on her face.

"So are you gonna unwrap your present?" You ask lightly fluttering your lashes at her and she only shrugs before grabbing your hand, bringing you to the bed.

"I will.. but first I wanna see something." She says and you both walk to the edge of the bed.

"Lemme just see something really quick.." she mumbles and gets on the floor.

She brings her hands up to the waistband of your sweats and she pulls them down all the way. You step out of them and she whistles. "I'm so lucky."

"Speaking of-"

"He's fine!"

"Now back to where we were before..." she says and walks behind you.

Her hands were all over your body, the bow making noises that irked your ears but as soon as she started groping your tits you didn't mind.

Your ass was directly on her crotch now and you did what you had to and started grinding on her as she squeezed your tits. "Mmm Kate." You moan and she grinds her hips against you making you both moan.

"Bet you're already all soaked for me, aren't you baby?" She whispers in your ear as she pinched your nipples softly.

You moan and lay your head back against her, she leans her cheek against it as you relaxed into her arms. You continue your grinding making her groan and hump against you. "God you're driving me crazy baby." She moans and goes back to kneading your tits.

"Please-"

Without another word she grabbed you and put you on the bed with her jumping right behind you, literally.

"I wanna try something a little different okay?" She says and you nod.

"Just need you."

"I know baby, I know." She coos in your ear as she helps you get comfortable between her legs.

She makes you kind of lay your back against her then slowly starts trailing her fingers over your body. You lean your head back and buck your hips up already wanting her touch so desperately.

"Patience my love." She coos in your ear making you whine.

But she decided to be nice this time and gives in. Her right hand goes straight down to your already spread legs and her fingers start trailing up and down your soaked slit.

She bites her lips not expecting this much wetness already but then again it was you. And you'd get wet from the littlest of things.

You just loved Kate's touch so much.

And your dampened panties were proof of it.

"Katie please, I need you so badly." You whine and she hums.

You reached down and moved your panties to the side which made Kate chuckle before dipping her fingers in and instantly feeling your arousal soak her fingers.

You moaned and bucked your hips up but Late brought her left hand down and placed it against your stomach to somewhat stop your movements.

"Poor baby already so needy." She coos as the sounds of your wet cunt fill the room.

"Katie." You moaned and felt your eyes roll back as she teased your entrance with the tip of her finger.

"Shh it's okay baby, I've got you." She murmurs and slips two fingers in making you gasp.

Your left arm went to clasp hers which she was happy to see, you were just so cute wanting to continue touching her.

She slides her fingers in slowly then pulls them right back out making you whine until she brought said fingers up to your fingers which you subconsciously opened.

She slipped her fingers into your mouth and you closed your eyes, tasting yourself while you sucked on them. "Good girl." She purred making you moan against her fingers.

"Such a good girl for me." She whispers, giving you a kiss on the cheek before she took her fingers out and went straight back to work.

She slipped them in and this time didn't stop and started immediately fucking them into you. You clenched against them and you kept your eyes closed just for your immersion.

Her fingers always worked their perfect magic on you and you'd never grow tired of it. She always came up with new ways so you never grow "bored" but you never would anyway.

Her left hand moved up your body and came up to squeeze your left breast. You grabbed that arm and just held onto it, not wanting her to stop anything she was doing.

She started pinching your nipple as her pace went harder, faster. Your greedy cunt acting as if it hasn't been getting played with and just sucking up her fingers and enveloping them easily. "F-Fuck-" you whimpered and she kissed your cheek again.

"Feel good mama?" She asks and you nod feverishly.

"So tight too. I'll never grow tired of it." She purrs making you whine once again as she started fucking her harder.

By this point your cunt was pouring out a mix of wetness and creaminess juices, no doubt about to stain the bed.

But that was the least of either of your concerns as you tried spreading your legs out wider and it sure helped. Kate was now able to fuck you deeper but before she did she added a third finger.

At the new angle she was now hitting that sweet spot that had you passing out and seeing stars.

And you've yet to open your eyes.

"Oh fuck Kate— mmm god it feels so good—" you moan and grip her arm as you bring your right hand to play with your right breast for even more stimulation.

"Taking them so well pretty girl." She coos making you moan and you swore with just her praises alone you could come undone.

"Mmm Katie please- please-" you whined and she swore under her breath.

Her boxers were already a mess and your pretty moans were not helping her case. Not a complaint but god those moans drove her insane.

"So beautiful, fucking perfect." She murmurs and you quickly bring a hand down to rub your clit.

You rubbed fast circles on it and soon enough felt your orgasm approach. You figured out you always needed clit stimulation to cum until you met Kate and you suddenly didn't need it.

But sometimes it still felt good to cum that way anyway.

You let out a melody of whimpers and mewls as Kate's fingers were hitting your g spot harder now. You felt that all too familiar feeling in your stomach and your body began to shake.

"Cum for me baby, let go." She whispers and you do.

You let go and cry out as your orgasm hits you and leaving you a shaky, breathless mess. You move your hand away as Kate slowed down and left her fingers inside. You were breathing heavily and Kate brought her left hand to yours and held it softly.

"Did so good for me baby." She praises and kisses your cheek sweetly.

She slips her fingers out of your gently and you finally open your dazed eyes just in time to see her bring them up to her mouth. You look up at her in adoration and just sigh as your breathing calms itself down.

"Didn't even unwrap your present." You mutter and she giggles before wrapping both arms around you softly.

"Sorta counts."

"It does not."

"It should."

You then sit there in silence, enjoying each others company until Kate moves and positions you so your head is on the pillow. "I'll be right back." She whispers, giving your forehead a kiss before running off.

She came back after a few seconds and comes in with some plaid pj pants. "I got you red and green but because I know you love this green..." she says and takes the tag off before putting them on you.

"Perfect! Now I'll go wear my red ones and next week we flip flop." She says excitedly making you smile.

She was the sweetest and most thoughtful, caring person you've ever had the pleasure of meeting and you couldn't believe she was your girlfriend.

How you got so lucky was beyond you but you felt so grateful you found her because she was absolutely your soulmate.

The pea to your pod. The peanut butter to your jelly. The yin to your yang.

Your other half.

Because of her, you were a happier version of yourself and it was all because of how perfect of a girlfriend she was.

She finally came back only this time with her new pj pants on, a hat with the lower half of Santa, and two mugs.

Lucky came in behind her racing towards you, immediately jumping on the bed with another hat which he left on your lap. This one being a cute Christmas tree.

"See I have good taste." She says with a big grin.

"You have the best taste." You respond, grabbing the hat and putting it on.

"How do I look?" You ask as you grab the mug Late was handing to you.

"Absolutely perfect." She sighs and looks at you adoringly.

[jaeedraszaerysz]

LOVE YOU UNTIL THE END OF TIME ☆ TATE LANGDON

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, death, Canon typical violence, murder, smoking.

Summary: when you're dead and stuck in the infamous murder House I guess there's no choice but to love you boyfriend till the end of time

Notes: gender and appearance not specified

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The quiet hum of nirvana wandered about the first floor of the murder House, tate, your boyfriend, was sat with his legs hanging from one of the large windows, with a cigarette in hand, silent and calm.

The weather was dim, the california skies were, for once in your dreary existence in the house, grey, not with rain or clouds or snow, not because of a storm or anything of the sort, they were just fucking grey.

It was neither hot not cold, it was a comfortable temperature for a pair of trousers and a shirt, nothing more but nothing less, an equilibrium, your mother would have said.

Running away had never been your best choice, especially not when you ended up living in the murder House illegally and completely unaware of its dark and troublesome history.

It was only after the first month that you noticed strange things. Stuff moving on its own, shadows, giggling, voices. But then it happened.

Hayden McClaine happened.

She appeared, randomly, and stood infront of you. She had a rather large kitchen knife in hand and you had stumbled back immediately, falling onto the dusty sofa when the back of your knees came into contact with it.

She held it up threateningly, brandishing it infront of your face, its shiny surface flashing light into your eyes.

"You can leave." She said, the anger in her eyes prominent. "You can travel the world, go where you wanna go. See what you wanna see. Yet you sit, day after fucking day in this hell hole. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

You had been too confused to say anything and had just stared at her blankly.

"I'm sorry what the fuck do you mean?"

And then she had her first hit, she slashed the blade across your face. A burning rush of blood falling into your left eye and down your face, all the way down to your jaw.

"You're fucking alive, or atleast you are. You won't be soon. And you'll fucking regret ever coming near this place."

You had began to feel rather dizzy and she blurred as another figure appeared next to her. A boy in a striped sweater.

"Hayden, no." He said.

"She needs to understand. They all do." She spat. He held her wrist gently.

"She didn't do anything wrong. She's a good person clearly. You can't just kill people cause you feel like it!"

The girl, hayden, groaned and the boy moved slowly towards you.

"Hey, are you o-" hayden shoved him to the floor, his head hitting the wood harshly. And then came the pain. The sharp, excruciating flash in your stomach, and then your chest.

The last thing you heard was the boys screaming as the room faded to black.

You never imagined to wake up two minutes later and stand, turning around to see your lifeless, grey, body, still bleeding out on the rotting sofa. And you didn't expect the boy from earlier to be holding both of your shoulders as you grapsed the situation before you.

The boy as it turned out, was tate, your future boyfriend. He had don't his best to help you adjust, to explain the house and its occupants you, how the twins were the cause of the giggles. And moira couldn't restrain herself from cleaning which caused things to move around.

You became adjusted, and, a year or so later, your relationship with tate upgraded to only friend in the whole world to boyfriend aswell.

Upon hearing the soothing melody of Kurt cobains voice, you walked towards the room, opening the door gently and spotting the blone boy leaned against the window frame.

You approached him and swung your legs over to dangle next to his. You leaned into his shoulder and his soare hand moved to hold your waist.

"Afternoon." You whispered, taking the cigarette gently from him and inhaling, blowing the smoke up into the matching grey sky.

"Hi." He said. He sounded miserable. You furrowed your brows and turned to face him fully.

"What's up?" You asked. He opened his mouth to answer but you interrupted quickly. "Tate fucking langdon if you say the sky I will literally implode" He laughed and smiled slightly.

You sat in silence for a while, enjoying each others company until tate spoke up quietly.

"Are you gonna leave me?" He asked, staring into his lap.

"What? Tate, no, never. Why on earth would you think that?"

"Well, my mom left me, violet did, I have no friends, I've got basically no one except you and I'm bound to upset you at one point. Just like I do to everyone else." A lone tear slipped from his beautiful eyes and you felt your heart ache.

"Oh love, I'm never gonna leave you, ever. I'm gonna love you till the end of time, my beautiful boy."

"Guess you dont have a choice since we are both stuck here till the end of time."

"But that's not so bad."

You gazed into his eyes and he blinked his remaining tears away. You placed your palm against his damp cheek and slowly leant in, his cold lips meeting yours gently but passionately. They moved in sync and you stayed like that for a few moments before pulling away.

"Definitely not so bad."

[artxstic-scr1bbles]

TW://Slight Angst and mentions of anxiety and panic attacks(?)//

MAIN SCENE #1

Nightmare is sitting in his office room, wearing glasses and doing some paperwork. He overhears what seems to be singing, and so goes to check it out. He turns a corner and catches a glimpse of the Bad Sanses doing Karaoke in a christmas-themed living room. If he were to assume, they had decorated it when Nightmare wasn’t paying attention. He watches them silently from the corner, with Killer singing and the others sitting around him and providing the backup vocals. Everyone was dressed in Christmas sweaters, and Killer was wearing a Santa cap. Horror had decorated his skull crack with candy canes and gingerbread. Dust…well he’s just wearing a red striped sweater over his hoodie. The atmosphere was warm as the group enjoyed each other’s company with Karaoke to keep them entertained.

SUB-MAIN SCENE #1

**Killer notices Nightmare standing by the doorway.

MAIN SCENE #2

Dust notices him too, and so does Horror. They bring him over and set him down on a couch. Dust hands him some hot cocoa. Everyone settles back down and Killer starts singing again. Nightmare takes a sip of his cocoa, but then pauses. He seems to be remembering something, as if in regret.

Killer keeps singing in the back, blissfully unaware of his Boss’s visible distress. Horror however, catches on to Nightmare’s unnatural silence and asks him about it. His voice snaps Nightmare back to reality, who only chuckles and brushes it off as nothing important. Horror nods in relief, and Dust simply smiles. He tells Nightmare that he’s invited someone over.

SUB-MAIN SCENE #2

**Dust calls for Dream, who slowly emerges from the other side with a shy smile.

MAIN SCENE #3

Nightmare looks up in surprise, noticing his brother who is dressed up in classic Christmas fashion quite literally from head to toe. Dream wearily apologizes to Nightmare, saying that “It was them who invited me”, he gestures toward the group who each had a smug smile on their faces, “They were very persistent about it, so I couldn’t turn them down.”

Dust and Horror begin arguing amongst themselves from Dream’s confrontation. Dream tries to calm them down, while Nightmare and Killer watch from behind. 

SUB-MAIN SCENE #3

**Nightmare gets up and slowly walks over to an unsuspecting Dream who was still engaged with Dust and Horror.

SUB-MAIN SCENE #4

**Nightmare goes over and hugs Dream, with small tears staining his eye socket and cheeks.

MAIN SCENE #4

Dream stands still with trembling hands as he watches his brother hug him, that too after so many years. Decades, even. He hesitates for a moment, but returns the embrace with happy tears™ falling onto Nightmare’s shoulder as he wraps his arms around him.

“I missed this, brother.” Dream says with a slight sob as he hugs him tighter.

MAIN SCENE #5

Nightmare chuckles slightly as he quickly wipes his own tears. He pulls away slightly and comforts his brother. “Don’t cry, Dream. Aren’t you the Guardian of Positivity?”

Dream nods and sniffles a little as he calms himself down. “Thank you, Brother.” 

MAIN SCENE #6

The whole gang, who were watching this with a wide smile then suddenly pounce onto the brothers in a surprise hug (quite literally knocking them to the ground). Nightmare is only able to let out a surprised “HEY-” which immediately gets cut off by the group’s laughter and sweet giggles™

MAIN SCENE #7

Nightmare sighs as he lay on the floor with the whole group giggling as they remain over his body, excluding Dream who was simply lying down over a few of Nightmare’s tentacles with a dumbfounded expression.

Nightmare wraps the four into a hug with his tentacles, a content smile spread across his face. Something that he thought was long forgotten by his corrupted soul.

*~END OF SONG+ANIMATIC~*

Tagging my old moots...@hahskeleton @grungepuppet @swiftmitsu @salzab

How'd I do?

[babblingbookends]

dickroy first date?

I went a little wild and crazy and broke 1,000 words, so it's also posted on Ao3 if you'd rather read it there!

Or you can check out the fic below the cut here!

Thanks for the ask and the prompt!

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Dick was fifteen minutes late when he came rushing into the restaurant, hair damp and curling around his ears. Roy could see him from his specially-requested table; good sightlines to the doors, easy access to the exits and the bathrooms.

God, he looked good. Handsome. Classy. Uhhh… handsome. Yeah. Wow.

Roy was so out of his league.

“Hi,” Dick said, a little out of breath. He slid into the seat across from Roy. “Sorry I’m late.”

“I lied,” Roy blurted, then cringed.

“Uh, what?” Dick asked, laughing nervously.

“I told you to be here half an hour before we actually needed to be here,” Roy said, fiddling with a fork. “’Cause I knew you’d probably be late.”

“Oh.” Dick checked his watch, a yellow one that Roy was pretty sure Wally had bought him, and winced. “I’m still twenty minutes late.”

“Yeah, it’s fine though. I’m just glad you made it.”

“Roy-”

Whatever Dick was about to say was interrupted by the waitress, bringing over menus. “Can I get you started off with some drinks?”

“Just water for me, thanks,” Roy said.

“Water, with lemon, no ice,” Dick said.

“Are you sure I can’t get you two started with some cocktails?” the waitress asked with a pretty smile. “Or maybe some wine?”

Liquid courage would be nice, but he was so nervous he’d spill it all over his clothes like a child with an open glass instead of a sippy cup. Why had he worn cream pants? Cream was basically off-white, and white was a magnet for spills.

“I don’t drink,” Dick said, flashing a smile at the woman. “but thanks.”

The waitress nodded, saved from embarrassment from the sheer force of Dick’s charm. Roy wished that charm would turn on him, instead of being focused elsewhere. He glared sulkily at Dick’s shirt, a colorful square plaid button-up that looked fantastic on him. Roy was regretting his clothing choices. In the mirror, he’d thought the red, orange, black and gray stripes on his sweater looked good, but now he just felt loud and out of place, compared to Dick’s effortless style.

The top two buttons on Dick’s shirt were unbuttoned. He was wearing a bright blue tank top underneath, and Roy had a brief flash of him untucking Dick’s shirt from his pants and running his hands over his hipbones and up under that blue tank, lips gently brushing against Dick’s neck-

“-oy? Hello, earth to Roy!”

“Sorry, what?” Roy said, snapping back to reality. Dick raised a bemused eyebrow.

“Don’t tell me I’m boring you already?” Dick teased.

“Never, boy wonder,” Roy teased back.

-

Dick was so overdressed for a lunch date. Roy looked comfortable and casual in his sweater. Dick probably looked ridiculous next to him, sticking out like a sore thumb. He’d changed three times before settling on the colorful shirt and gray double-pleated shorts. Maybe he should have gone with the denim-on-denim look, but that had felt too casual for something so important as their first date, even if it was just for a late lunch, but maybe Roy wasn’t putting as much significance on this as he was?

“What are you getting?” Roy’s voice broke through his thoughts.

“Uh, fish.” Dick said, spitting out the first thing his eyes landed on in the menu in a panic. “The cod sandwich sounds good.”

Fish. Fish? Well, there went any chance of kissing Roy goodbye later. Who wanted to lock lips with a guy with fish breath?

“Fish is good,” Roy said. “I’m thinking either the mile high burger or the breaded chicken salad.”

“Salad? That’s not usually your style.” Dick said, then cringed internally. Great, criticize the guy’s food choices. Dick hadn’t been this bad at a first date since he started dating, and at least back then he was young enough that any awkwardness could be laughed off as inexperience.

“Yeah, I know, but they put a huge pile of housemade fries on it and the dressing is so good. You’d love it, actually.”

“That does sound good,” Dick said.

Awkward silence. Dick shuffled his feet and accidentally bumped Roy’s foot. “Sorry,” he said.

Roy grinned at him over the top of his menu. “Playing footsies on the first date, Dickie? Didn’t think you were that kind of girl.”

And just like that, Dick felt a little more at ease.

“You’ve never taken me on a date before,” Dick shot back, “How would you know what kind of girl I am?”

Roy gave him an appreciative look. “Oh, I know.”

Dick suddenly felt very warm under the collar. He suddenly remembered all the times they’d talked about sex, times they were standing around bored on surveillance or waiting for something to happen on missions. Out of anyone in the world, Roy probably did know, and why was that so sexy?

“Well,” Dick said, “Maybe I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve.”

Roy raised an eyebrow. “Guess I’ll have to check your sleeves after lunch.”

Dick suddenly had a very vivid image of Roy taking off his shirt run through his head. Roy’s knuckles, as scarred up as his own, flexing as he unbuttoned the rest of Dick’s shirt.

“Maybe I’m not the kind of girl to let someone check his sleeves on the first date,” Dick said. Lies. He would definitely let Roy check his sleeves, but Roy didn't need to know that.

“Maybe. I guess we’ll have to find out after lunch,” Roy said. He closed his menu. “I think I’ll have the burger.” The toe of his shoe crept up Dick’s ankle, making him jump. “Are you set on the fish?”

Dick set his menu aside, too. “Nah. I’m getting that salad.”

Roy grinned. “You’re going to love it. You look fantastic, by the way.”

“Thanks. I thought I might be overdressed,” Dick admitted.

Roy laughed. “I thought I was underdressed,” he said. “I guess we balance each other out.”

“I guess so,” Dick said.

The waitress came walking over with perfect timing. “Are you ready to order?”

Dick smiled at her. “I am.”

“Me too,” Roy said, his ankles tangling around Dick’s.

Dick gave Roy a fond look at the display of affection. This was definitely going to be one of his better first dates.

And hopefully it would be his last.

The outfits I put the boys in. Roy's is on the left, and Dick's is on the right.

[hanilessa]

» :、♡  ONE HEART FOR TWO

` Childe x Reader

` Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

` Warnings: dark content, suicidal behavior, selfharm, abusive attitude (on the part of the reader's parents)

` Author’s notes: i wrote this on request for dear @silverbladexyz. sorry for the wait and i hope you don't get disappointed. enjoy reading! ♡

also my inbox is open for your requests! feel free to text me if you want to request headcanons. :3

You were a student from Kshahrewar. You always wanted to study in Amurta, because you were attracted by biology and medicine, and you always wanted to help people. But at the insistence of your parents, you had to go to Kshahrewar, because they claimed that working as an architect brings a lot of money.

You never had a rapport with your parents. They never listened to you and didn't take your desires and dreams seriously. Your parents didn't see you as a person, they only saw you as a way to become richer and more successful.

And on this basis, you developed a deep depression. You tried to deal with it on your own, reading books on psychology, sneaking into the library. You even went to a healer, but it didn't help. And then you decided to resort to drastic measures. You were always afraid of pain, but when you felt the cold metal of the blade cuts the skin of your hands, it sobered your mind for a few moments and helped you forget about your problems.

When you met Childe, you didn't tell him that you were doing selfharm. But things got more complicated when you both realized you loved each other, and you two started living together.

You tried to wear closed clothes in his presence to hide your scars on your arms, hoping that he would never find out about something like that. But, to your regret, this moment finally has come.

"Honey, I'm home!" You heard your lover's voice from the front door, and you smiled tiredly as you cut vegetables for the salad. You usually cooked when Tartaglia wasn't at home, because you always had to roll up the sleeves of your sweater so that it wouldn't get dirty. But today, Ajax returned too early, so you completely forgot that your sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, revealing your scar marks.

"Welcome back!" You smiled brightly as the man came up behind you and kissed you on the cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"What do we have for dinner?" Childe asked, admiring the way you slowly sliced vegetables for the salad. For a moment, his eyes widen as he notices something is wrong.

The man immediately takes your left wrist in his hand and lifts it up, noticing the huge pale stripes. There were terribly many of them, and at first Tartaglia didn't even understand what it was. You abruptly recoiled to the side and hurried to cover your hands with the sleeves of your sweater, fearfully realizing that your boyfriend finally found out about your terrible little secret.

"What is this?" The man furrowed his brows as he stared into your eyes. You became nervous, shifting from foot to foot, not knowing how to explain your problems to him.

"Are you talking about those scratches?" You laughed awkwardly, and winced at how nervous your laugh sounded. Tartaglia came a little closer to you. "It's just that my cat was too out of control when I was younger. Even if I just took her in my arms, she immediately scratched me." You tried to laugh casually, but you knew that Ajax didn't believe a single word you said.

"Y/n, don’t lie to me. I always know when you're hiding something from me." His voice was stern, but at the same time he was saddened that you hid from him for a long time the fact that you intentionally harmed yourself. "A cat couldn't leave so many scars in the same place."

You realized that it was absolutely useless to lie to Eleventh Fatui Harbinger, and then crystal tears appeared in your eyes, which you had been holding back for a very long time. The man immediately sat you down on the sofa and poured water into a glass for you, sitting next to you and waiting for you to finally start talking. He didn't rush you, respecting your feelings.

You drank some water and finally collected your thoughts, gradually telling Childe about your problems with your parents. You mentioned that you have tried all the ways to deal with depression, but the only thing left for you was the physical harm to your body. The ginger man was silent all this time, but when you finished speaking, he hugged you, stroking your back, and at that moment you cried again, hugging Ajax in return. In his arms you felt peace, care and love, which you lacked for a long time.

"There is always another way, love." He whispered into your hair, lightly kissing the top of your head. "Please remember that your feelings are very important and that you have me. I can always listen to you and help you. And you don't have to hurt yourself to get away from problems. It hurts me that I wasn't with you at that time in your life and that I couldn't prevent it all." Childe continues to speak, holding you to his chest. "But now I'm with you, and I will do everything to make you happy. Therefore, I beg you, never do anything like that to yourself again."

He looked into your beautiful eyes, and you nodded softly, feeling the peace you longed for finally appear in your heart.

"I promise."

The ginger man smiled happily, kissed you on the lips, and then said.

"You and I have one heart for two bodies, I will share your pain for two, and it will cease to exist."

[camp-counselor-life]

We all know that camp staff.

I stole this from the camp pros facebook group.

Image ID: A photo of a man with a white beard wearing a striped sweater and holding a walking stick and backpack in a wooded scene with fallen leaves. The overlaid white text reads, "The older I get, the more I regret all the people I've lost over the years. Maybe being a trail guide wasn't such a great idea after all." The watermark in the corner reads "The memeing of life". End ID.

[hibernationsuit-remade]

🧣 or 🎃 for Toby and Klara? 💖👀💖

🧣 - help each other bundle up for the cold weather

ough not fully what the prompt is asking for, but i finallh got an idea so we'll go with that <3

Sometimes no matter how much Klara may plan things, she might forget something important and regret it later. One of these situations is creating a large plan and to do list to prepare to move to a new apartment, but then she forgot to make sure she didn't forget anything. Well, she forgot food (except for coffee). Now they're both wondering how to get groceries while the weather is as unbearable as it can sometimes be.

Another intro: pov: you just moved into new apartment yesterday, wake up in the morning and realize there's no food and there's a terrible storm outside

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"Of course it's cold and there's a mix of rain and snow outside right when all of the winter clothes are still in the boxes," Klara muttered as she was pacing around the room, "And we ned to get the groceries because there's no food." She sat down on one of the boxes and sighed. "Did the storm just have to start when we're moving?"

"Look at the bright side, at least we don't have to carry boxes in this weather," Tobias's voice said from the kitchen, "...or, well, Leon and Klaus don't have to. Kinda feel bad we had to ask them to do the heavy lifting, I really should've-", his voice was drowned out by the running water for a moment, though it was clear what he was talking about. Last week's trip to the shore with their friends started out well, but poor guy just had to slip on a rock and hit his leg. And now he's blaming himself again... "-Anyway, we still need to think of a gift for them..."

"Yeah. But that's a later problem..." She sighed. How could she, of all the possible things that could've happened, forget to label the boxes. "Do you remember where I put the warm coats?" There were only a dozen of them and she had opened six already, but no luck.

"No, sorry."

"Don't apologize, this wasn't your responsibility."

"Yeah, but maybe I should've helped a little with packing clothes. I might have overestimated the amount of books we have. It's only three hundred, not five." He walked into the room with a cup of coffee, whipped cream and cinnamon on it. "You sound like you need this. Though, be careful with the cinnamon. Missed the cup a bit and now my sweater is full of it."

"Thanks, but-"

"Shh, let me look through the boxes. You enjoy your morning coffee in peace." Tobias kissed her softly on the forehead and knelt down to open one of the boxes. "Well, here's a part of what we need. Scarves, hats and gloves. Though I think scarf is enough for now. You can always use it as a makeshift hat."

How did he get it right on his first try. "Good work, honey." Is he lucky by always managing to do the right thing, or am I lucky for finding someone like him. "Do you see a light brown scarf somewhere? I think it would be a good one."

He took out some of the clothes out of the box and carefully put them next to him. "It was on the bottom of the box." He handed it to Klara.

"Thank you."

"Hey, don't thank me yet. I still need to find your coat." He stood up, carefully straightening his right leg. "Now. the coats. What kind of box was it?"

"Don't you worry about that, I'll find it later." No way I'm going to let him crawl around with a hurt knee. "I'll just put on my leather jacket and run to the grocery store. It's on the other side of the street."

"It's too cold for a leather jacket-"

"I can borrow your sweater. Surely two sweaters would be enough."

"...no. Besides, we'll have to unpack everything anyway." He looked around the room. "It was one of the big boxes, wasn't it?"

"Yeah." She tried to remember how the box looked like, which proved to be harder than she expected. Maybe packing at night wasn't a good idea after all. "I think it has a white stripe instead of blue..."

"Like the one you're sitting on?"

"Wha-" Of course something like this would happen. "This is ridiculous. Let me see," She got off the box and handed the cup to Tobias. "Can you hold this for a molent. Very tasty, by the way."

"Didn't take that barista class just to sit there," he smirked.

Klara opened the box. The winter coat was right there. "Would you look at that..." She took it out and sighed. "I had such a good plan, I don't even know how everything could go so wrong..."

"Hey, nothing's gone wrong. You barely slept because you're not used to this new apartment yet, and assume your brain would do smart choices after that? Like you always say, give yourself a break and enjoy the good things. You found it in the end, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did." She smiled. "With your help, though."

"We're a good team, aren't we?" He fixed her scarf. "Now go get something good for breakfast, you deserve it."

[moongothic]

Hey remember when this used to be a DIY blog Me neither

Blanket! Gifting this to my aunt this Crimbus. Whee

Made with some Léttlopi yarn.

My mom had this unfinished knitted sweater (...I think it was supposed to be a sweater...) in the purple maroon and between me not knowing how to finish it (there were some wonky ass cables in it and the torso was not completed) and knowing full well I don't even like this color... I chose to frog the thing to repurpose the yarn.

Like it felt a little bad to do, but if I didn't do that then I was going to throw out the project entirely, because there was nothing else I'd do with it, and I'm not gonna waste perfectly good yarn man

And hey, this was a good amount of yarn (I know I did weight how much yarn this actually was but I can't remember for the life of me anymore, sorry) (Just believe me when I say that ball was heavy as fuck)

Not enough for a whole blanket but definitely a good start. I bought like 18 more balls of yarn (white and more of the purple maroon, though more white since I already had a ton of the poiple mawoon), and eventually got to working

Not gonna lie though, working with Léttlopi kinda sucks. Like it is a good quality 100% wool yarn (and it's not superwashed with plastic, amazing, love that), it's just that the yarn is so scratchy it was kind of painful to work with. Like to the point even the blanket was kind of unpleasant to touch because of the fibers sticking out

Thankfully the yarn softened A TON when I washed and blocked the blanket, kinda wish I had tried softening the yarn before even working with it but ehhhh it be like that, and I'm sure it'll soften even more with additional washes (but that's up to my aunt to deal with lmao)

But yeah, it sure is a blanket.

I've done so many granny square blankets by this point I thought it'd be fun to do a different type of crochet blanket, especially one where I wouldn't have to sew the damn thing together at the end for once. And it was fun, would do that again

My only regret was making the stripes of the blanket a bit too thin. There's two rows of granny clusters with a row of single crochet between them (just to add a bit more bulk to the rows). But, in hindsight, I wish I had done four granny cluster rows for each stripe, IDK I think thicker stripes would have looked better. But, it is what it is, just a good reminder for myself if I ever make another blanket like this (for myself) (in different colors)

[thesmokingguns]

Twelve Days of Christmas

Day One: Ugly Sweater

Izzy looked down at the sweater that was laid out on the bed. It had green and black stripes on the sleeves, a black background with a picture of Krampus on the front complete with the whipping branches and a stolen child in a basket. At 31 years old he saw no reason to wear this sweater in public and was more upset when his girlfriend came strolling into the room with a sweater featuring Jesus on the front with ‘Birthday Boy’ on the front. Instantly Izzy had to pinch his nose to stop the migraine that was forming there.

“I bought you a sweater.” Izzy, who was well aware of what she had bought him wanted to ask why but he knew by speaking it would indulge his girlfriend who already was glowing with excitement. He knew better than to encourage her when she was in moods like this. Over excited and ready to pounce on the festive spirit.

But she proved to have great will power as she waited beside him for a follow up question of what was going on. He could feel the excitement radiating off her and reminded himself this is the woman he fell in love with. The same girl who sat on his bicycle handlebars as they rushed through Amsterdam, who kissed him as they went under Niagara Falls, who had tea with him in India, and who rolled down hills with him in Ireland. This was the same woman he loved with all his heart even though she was a lunatic around christmas time.

“My darling, why do I need a sweater?” he played into her, regretting it as she pounced upon an explanation.

“We’re having an ugly sweater party!” Izzys gut reaction was to just say no. To strap her into the car and drive her around to look at Christmas lights. He would even splurge and buy her a hot chocolate despite her being banned from drinking things in the car because she always managed to spill things.

But he made a very, very big mistake and looked at her. The way her eyes gleamed with the manic excitement for the holidays. He thought about their first Christmas, they had just met and Izzy had asked her to come with him up to Northern California. He had gotten drunk, lost the rental car keys, and left them stranded for the holiday in a shitty hotel room as he detoxed. She had been so good about it even though he heard her crying on the phone with her mom and apologizing for not being able to make it home. The second year they had been together Izzy had gone home with her for Christmas. The Christmas that her mother had broken the news of her diagnosis with breast cancer. She had passed that summer so on their third Christmas when she didn’t feel like celebrating he had taken her away to Europe. A Christmas abroad where he wanted to see her come alive again. And now, on their fourth christmas they were settled in a new house in Izzy’s home town and he was thinking about how she had moved here with him because she loved him and he knew that anything she wanted for the holiday he would give to her.

“When?” he knew she was going to say something that was too close. Something that made him realize even if he didn’t want to do this there was absolutely no time to back out of it. The way she smirked, moving closer to him like snuggling up and cuddling him would make him forgive what was coming out of her mouth just put her more on alert. “When, Marie?” he said her name with a sigh as she kissed the corner of his lips.

“Your family will be here at six.” she was kissing down his throat as Izzy looked at the alarm clock on the side of the bed. It was already 4:48PM. Not exactly the notice he wanted for a party that he was hosting. She could

“Darling-” he groaned out but she wasn’t breaking down. Instead she wrapped her arms around him, making Izzy look at her. Their foreheads touching before he was swooping in to kiss her, feeling her smile against his lips. “Let me get this sweater on and then I will help you set up, okay?” He didn’t complain, there was no use in it. If Marie wanted an ugly sweater party they were having it.

Izzy looked up from his punch, looking at Marie in front of the Christmas tree. His nieces and nephews around her as they glued haphazardly ornaments she was helping them make. She looked so alive with all the kids climbing over her and he wondered if he should bring up the topic of kids again or if she would still say no. Izzy was neutral, either way he was happy but Marie was always so good with the little ones, the patience of a Saint and endless ideas to keep the tiny crumb snatchers entertained.

She was rising, moving over to him and wrapping her arms around his stomach, letting Izzy kiss her like he had been dying to do and smiling at him. The smile made the headache of hosting worth it.

“Thank you.” she was soft eyed, serious as Izzy rubbed her hip wanting to kick everyone out of their home and just lay her down on the rub that was probably sticky with sugared hand prints and elmer glue, “I love your family so much and being around them makes the holiday easier to get through.” his heart ached as she confessed this. Izzy was well aware she would always miss her mother but there was relief that she felt like his family was hers.

“I’m sure my siblings all are thankful for you watching their kids as they get drunk.” he joked as she laughed, holding Izzy tighter as she laid her head against his heart and looked at the kids who were using glitter in irresponsible ways.

“I like being around the kids. It makes me realize how nice it is to enjoy them when they’re little and how to take my time because everything changes.” Marie looked up at Izzy, his eyes turning to her, “But I like when they go and we can have all the house to ourselves too.” And she kissed him then, taking her time as her tongue slid into his mouth, tasting the sweet punch and the cigarettes he had been sneaking outside to smoke despite the foot of snow he hadn’t gotten around to shoveling yet.

Izzy held his wife close, warming all over. Maybe it was the sweater that she had him in or maybe it was the peace of being home for Christmas surrounded by all the people he loved. Either way, Izzy was thankful.

[boo-bookeys]

Who got into Psychonauts without permission? 🤔

So this was a brainworm I got from watching a TikTok meme compilation, that I took far too seriously, and totally did not rush to finish and take pictures of, and totally will not regret posting two hours after I have, and I totally will not stare at it until I find something I hate about it.

Featuring @altheadajoysoul and @drjaslaine from left to right.

(Image Description: Tumblr users altheadajoysoul, drjaslaine and booboo-keys standing and lined up together.

Althea on the far left has short black hair shaded with white, and side bangs that swoop to her left. She wears a pair of thick, almost rectangle-shaped black glasses, and a bright pink hoodie. She looks to her left side with a curious expression at her friends. Two giant, purple question marks float by her head.

Elaine is dressed as Fred Bonaparte from the video game, Psychonauts. She, like Althea, wears a pair of black glasses, though more oval-shaped. Her black hair is highlighted with white, and is tucked into a giant teal hat with a yellow trim. Inside the hat is a golden flower vase with an red rose coming out of it. Elaine wears a white shirt with bright red sleeve and neck collars. A blue mug is attached to her right shoulder, and a pink teacup is attached to her left shoulder, to copy an attempt at epaulets. Two towels meant to be capes fall down her back, one brown, and one purple. She holds her arms behind her back and looks to her left at Brooke, looking quite unsure at the former and uneased in her situation of being dressed up. Three large sweatdrops fall to her right.

Brooke is dressed up as Razputin Aquato from Psychonauts. She wears a dark brown and dark red aviator helmet with gold highlights, with dark red and dark brown muffs over her ears with the same gold highlights. A beige tightening strap for the helmet falls on her left, and a beige and gold buckle for the helmet falls over her right. Her eyes are obscured with an oversized pair of goggles with red lenses and pink highlights, and a silver frame. Brown wavy hair peeks through the helmet. Brooke wears a dark brown jacket over a bright green and dark green horizontal striped turtleneck sweater. A brown bag strap and silver buckle comes over her left shoulder and across her chest. Brooke stares ahead unfazed.)

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[roninkairi]

And Now, More Multiverse Shenanigans

Marvin's a stickler for red sweaters.

If 4 turtles and a rat can sneak into your cave, so can a clown.

I get the feeling Arya would give Jason Todd a serious run for his money.

Poison Ivy: KNOCK THE COMMON SENSE BACK INTO HER HARL!!!

Harley: (thinking) THANK YOU GOD!!

Mad Love Harley: (thinking) I dunno why, but I get the strangest urge I should be screaming "it should have been me" right now...

Translation: I KNOW YOUR PALE PANTOMINE ASS DID NOT JUST COMPARE ME TO A FUCKING GOBLIN!!!!

Gizmo: (thinking) 40 years. I've been waiting 40 YEARS to ice this fool! Lord, PLEASE give me the strength to rip him a new hole!!

It was at this point in time Stripe was regretting his life choices.