#ziplocked love

[writingjourney]

ziplocked love pt. 4 | dew x fem!reader

summary: you spend more time with the ghouls and ghoulettes on tour, find a solution to your problem – and decide that eternity maybe isn't so bad :)

content: ~4k words, soft, needy, love-sick dew, banter with the other ghouls, suggestive at times but no smut, this is pure fluff and cheese really.

This is sickening but I wanted to give you this conclusion I've been sitting on for months now bc I felt weird not finishing it.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4/Final Part | Read on Ao3

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“I swear to Satan, one more comment and I’ll murder all of you.”

You feel right at home. All morning the ghouls have been teasing Dew for the bright hickeys on his neck, very visible on the pale human-appearing skin and distinctly mouth-shaped. You sit in a diner, getting breakfast on the road, the ghouls surprisingly well-behaved apart from their bickering. You’re sipping your coffee and watch how Dew furiously blushes every time Swiss flicks against his neck, asking if it hurts.

“Like you had a chance,” Sunshine comments over the rim of her own mug.

“I absolutely have a chance,” Dew grumbles.

You lean into him, still tired, head resting safely on his shoulder, and he immediately softens. His hand finds your thigh and he gives it a gentle squeeze, letting you know he’s there. Last night, you slept on the bus for the first time, tightly wrapped in Dew’s arms but not really finding any restful sleep. You won’t have enough time to get used to the movements and the tiny space. You’re only here for another full day tomorrow. Two nights.

“The coffee didn’t help?” he asks.

“Hm, not really, still feeling tired.”

He kisses your hair, wrapping his arm around your shoulder now. “You can always try napping again later.”

“God you are so sickeningly sweet,” Cirrus says. “Maybe I need to go find myself a human as well.”

“Have fun finding one who’s willing to deal with that attitude,” Dew says.

“That’s rich, coming from you,” Swiss comments.

Dew shrugs. “I found someone.”

“Only because you somehow found the only human who was willing to deal with your weirdness.”

“Weirdness?”

You sigh against his shoulder. “You’re all weird – that’s part of the charm. And you’re also underestimating how weird humans are. We’re not that different.”

“She has a point,” Aether says.

“Mhm,” Rain mumbles.

Back on the bus, you do need to take another nap because you barely manage to keep your eyes open. Dew joins you, scrolling on his phone as you rest on his chest, face buried in his neck. With his even breathing and gentle warmth surrounding you, you easily manage to doze off. Time passes, how long is only a vague estimate, but you’re roused by repeated movements underneath you. When you open your eyes, you notice that Dew has wriggled free, trying to get out of your little bunk.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you ask and he chuckles at your accusatory tone.

“I’m going to ask Papa if we can find a way for you to stay,” he explains. “I know, you’re worried you’ll be treated differently at home and all of that. But I don’t want you to go back.”

“We can do it, Dew. I don’t want you to think I need babysitting or something.”

“I know we can do it, that you can do it,” he snaps. “We did it already. But why torture ourselves when we don’t have to?”

You sigh, rolling onto your back. “I don’t know. They’re going to think I’m getting favours.”

“Well, you do, you’re my girlfriend. That’s just how it is.”

“You know there are so many siblings who would kill to be on tour with all of you.”

“So what? If anyone gives you shit I will give them twice as much shit back.”

You smile. “I know.”

“Come on, you don’t really want to go back.”

“No, I don’t. The thought of being alone again makes me nauseous.”

“Fine.” He purses his lips. “You want me to say it I’ll say it. I won’t let you go. I’ll throw the worst tantrum you’ve ever seen, worse than the time I almost murdered that guy who hit on you at the old man’s birthday party.”

You can barely hide your smirk. “Worse than that? I thought you’d burn the abbey down.”

“Don’t believe me?”

“Who are you gonna murder, then?”

“Whoever says I can’t keep you here.”

“Papa? Sister?”

“Whoever,” he repeats with a deadly serious stare. “But I don’t have to resolve to murder right away. I think a wise starting point would be arson, then I’ll work myself up.”

“You act like you’d be methodical when we both know you’d just scream and punch a whole in a wall until they’re so annoyed they let you have anything.”

He gapes at you indignantly. “I would never do that.”

“You did it before.”

“No?”

“When you wanted them to allow me to basically half-move into your room because you got frustrated of me leaving all the time?”

He shrugs. “Okay, maybe.”

You smirk. “Just admit you’re clingy and needy and that it’s easy to push your buttons and that–“

He roughly grabs your hips before you can go on, pulling you so close you struggle to breathe. “Hey, watch it, you little minx.”

“It’s all stuff that I love about.” You smile as you wrap your hands around his neck. “I wouldn’t want you to be any different.”

That lures an almost shy smile out of him. He kisses you before you can tease him, slow, languid, the kind of drawn-out kiss that you usually share when you’re snuggled up in bed. After a while he presses in harder, tongue sliding into your mouth. You sink into his arms, relent to his efforts. It’s clear that he’s trying to make you so dizzyingly kiss-drunk that you forget your sass.

“Please,” he says once you break away. “Just stay here with me. We can do this all day, baby, we can do even better things.”

“Liar. Not all day.”

“Well, when I’m not on stage.”

“Hmmmmm. Maybe I need another to be fully convinced.”

He playfully rolls his eyes, but indulges you, giving you another slow kiss. “So insatiable. How do you want to go another month without this, huh?”

“I don’t. But what if we can’t?”

“Did you listen to anything I just said?”

“Yes, but you can’t actually burn something down.”

He raises his brows and you smack his shoulder. “Dew.”

“Fine. But I’m asking and I will do whatever… legal… things I can do to convince them.”

“Okay, I can live with that.”

You lean into him, face against his neck, his hair tickling your skin in the way that makes your heart flutter without fail. He holds you so tight that you’re almost convinced anyone trying to separate you would have to use a crowbar. Not that they would be able to use one inside the narrow bunk bed.

You’re not sure how exactly you fell asleep, even less sure how you managed to stay asleep, but you wake up to Dew being gone. At first your immensely confused as to your surroundings, then you recognise the weird shaky movements as the driving of the bus. You feel like you’ve been hit by a brick – the kind of nap that makes you reconsider several life choices. But you climb out of bed, making your way down the hall to the seating area on wobbly legs.

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Half an hour of intense bickering, mostly on Dew’s part.

You’re tempted to just squeeze our ears shut because of course everyone on the bus has an intense opinion on you staying here on tour with them. The public opinion right now is that you should just stay, fuck Sister’s opinion and do what you want. sPapa is the voice of reason, making phone calls to the abbey, trying to reach Sister who seems to be so busy today that you’ve been left hanging in the line for minutes now.

“She can’t make you go back if you don’t want to, you have free will,” Dew says. “And even more importantly I have free will and what I want is the law.”

“That’s exactly how it works,” Sunshine says, grinning at you.

Papa who sits at the other end of the bus, trying to reach some semblance of quiet for his calls, suddenly speaks up and everyone stops in their tracks. “Yes, yes, hi? Oh, okay, eh… sì, sì. I will let them know, yes. Thank you, sis. Yes, of course. See ya, yeah. Stay well, okie-dokie?”

He hangs up and jumps from his seat. “Good news, little lovebirds.”

“Good news?” Dew half-yells.

“Sister said your little amore can stay. Let me speak–” Papa says, stopping Dew who was about to jump on you in his tracks, then he turns to you. “She wants you to document what’s going on for the clergy newsletter. Like a… remote work kind of situation. She says you can’t think she will grant you a month-long holiday distracting the ghouls without some contribution to the… eh, success of the project.”

“But they already have real photographers here,” you argue. You have been taking photos for the clergy newsletter at home sometimes, writing a few articles here and there, but on tour they had the professionals.

“Behind the scenes kind of thing,” he explains. “The stuff the public doesn’t get. For ministry use only so the other Siblings feel like it makes sense that you are here and it’s not just a favor.”

“Oh okay,” you say, finally grasping what this means. “Yeah, sure. That works.”

Dew is already on you, restraint all but used, his mouth crashing onto yours before you can ask any more questions. You’re half-startled but kiss him back quickly, the other ghouls cheering around you as he fiercely continues to move his lips against yours. When you break away, you’re dizzy, everyone’s hand on your arms, trying to hug you. You do your best to reciprocate their affection, the reality of it all slowly settling. You can stay with Dew, you won’t have to go back and wait for him again.

“See, I told you I always get what I want,” Dew whispers, pulling you into his lap on one of the seats.

You smile. “And without arsen nor murder!”

“Murder?” Papas asks, then shakes his head. “You know what? I don’t even want to know. Now I can finally go play games on my phone and you leave me in peace, yes? We stop by a mall later so everyone make sure you have a partner to go with and NO, no one gets an exception. I won’t lose one of you again only to find you naked in a fountain with people making tiky-toky videos of you trying to eat the fish.”

“Rain, he means you–” Aether whispers, earning him a nudge to the ribs that makes him hiss.

Papa just sighs and rolls his eyes, bringing one hand up to massage his temples. “By Satan, why do I keep doing this to myself?”

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A few hours later, on your way to yet another hotel, you stop by the huge mall just as primed. It’s not as much a fun trip as a necessity for you at this point, considering you only packed for five days and not a whole month. But the ghouls are hyped up anyway, like kids on a field trip, and pile out of the bus in their human glamour with so much excitement that it’s catching.

The thing is, you and Dew have never been anywhere together outside of the abbey. Staying in a hotel and getting breakfast in a diner have already been special. But now, walking around a mall with him, hand in hand, his now very clawless fingers laced with yours, is so domestic, so beautifully normal, that it makes your heart beat twice as fast.

As it turns out, Dew is not scared of PDA even outside of the abbey because he simply does not care what any of the humans around you think. He is also not very concentrated on completing the list of necessities you’ve written beforehand but gets distracted by anything that catches his interest. Most of all, though, he’s really focused on you, pointing out things in shop windows, kissing you randomly, so very clearly showing you he’s happy you’re there.

Eventually, you manage to grab all the toiletries and a few basic clothing articles you need. 

Then you pass an absolutely exaggerated candy store and Dew gets you all his favorites that he discovered while on tour. As you explore more of the mall, you munch on sweet and crunchy treats, taking in all the new things you would never find at home. 

Several stores later, Dew suddenly stops, nearly making you stumble.

“What?”

“You haven’t kissed me in two minutes,” he complains.

“I kissed you like ten seconds ago.”

“No, you didn’t?”

“I didn’t?”

“No that one was too short, doesn’t count.”

“It totally counts.”

“No. You said you love how clingy and needy I am, deal with it.”

“Ohhh.” You smirk and let him pull you close, wrap your arms around his neck. “We should have just stayed in and skipped the mall.”

His hands find your ass. “Well, you needed to get clothes. Even though I’m still not sure what for.”

“Because you’re so obsessed with me you won’t let me go back.”

At that he smirks. “Ah, yea, I’m absolutely the only obsessed one here. Not the needy woman who woke me up in the middle of the night to fuck for the fourth time.”

“Because you kept rubbing against me in your sleep.”

“Keep telling yourself that, baby. It’s fine.” 

“Awww, I’m sure it was horrible for you.”

He whimpers. “It was awful. I suffered for you.”

You smack his shoulder and he laughs, finally leaning in to kiss you. It’s not the most glamorous location to make out in, but you deepen the kiss anyway, too enamoured with him and his beautiful smile. He still tastes like candy but it’s odd not to feel his forked tongue or his fangs on your lips, no tail wrapping around your leg. You slide your hands down to his butt and into the back pockets of his jeans, pulling him closer. He moans.

When you eventually break away, you can’t help but grin.

Dew does too when he takes your hand and pulls you with him, walking down another row of stores you haven’t heard of. You definitely have to get more underwear and it’s a struggle not to let the ghoul by your side convince you to get some of the fancy lingerie. But you’re out for necessities, so you go for the simple multi-packs and look for ones that don’t cost a fortune.

In the end, you get a set of red lace lingerie anyway after having him whisper in your ear how he’s going to take it off of you in exquisite detail. Once you’re out of the store, you’re ready for lunch and so you go looking for something to eat.

On your way, you pass by a seating area with a bunch of rides for kids. There’s no one there apart from a mother with her little son who’s having the time of his life on a coin operated horse that’s neighing every few seconds. You also pass a bunch of vending machines for toys and sweets. You don’t really care about them but then you spot a gumball machine at the very end.

You stop in your tracks, effectively stopping Dew with you. “Aw, look, there’s rings inside!”

He furrows his brow. “Rings? Why is that exciting?”

“People get their loved one a ring like that. It’s a cheesy thing, really, but kinda sweet.”

“Should I get you one?”

“A ring?”

“Yes?”

You frown. “Dew… you know why they get those rings?”

“As a promise to love them forever. Because rings are eternal, right?”

He’s not looking at you but scanning the contents of the machine. One of his hands is lifted, finger moving up and down as he counts how many of the plastic balls he’d have to get for the desired content. His words ring in your ears, echo in your mind. As a promise to love them forever.

You struggle to speak normally, voice threatening to quiver any second. “Yes. I mean, usually to propose and marry but I guess that’s the… the idea behind it. To be together forever.”

“Cool, so, should I get you one, then? I don’t know how marrying works, but I think being together forever sounds neat.” He looks from the machine to your red, puffy eyes that are trying to hold back tears. “What’s up?”

The lump in your throat makes it hard to answer. “You want to… you want to love me forever?”

“Of course I do.” He furrows his brow, lifts his hands up to cup your face. “What’s the issue? You look like you’re about to cry.”

“I don’t know,” you lie. In fact, you’re overwhelmed by how easy this comes to him, by how naturally he assumes you’re going to be together for so long. For eternity.

He smiles like he’s seeing right through you. “What, you still think I’m just messing around with you? That I don’t mean it?”

You shrug, face all scrunched up in emotion. Dew just lets out an aw and then he pulls you into his arms, holding you close as he gently runs his hand over your back. He feels perfect, like he always does, and it’s the type of hug you never want to end. But the real issue is that this whole conversation stirred something inside of you that you can’t quite place, an intense, all-consuming feeling.

“Baby, when I say I love you, you need to know that I mean it,” he says. “You’re my everything. To me you’re it, my favorite person, and of course I want you forever.”

“You know forever for you means something different than for me?” you whisper into his neck, barely able to face the words.

„Do you think I won’t find your soul in the afterlife?“

Your heart shatters and puts itself back together at those words. You haven’t really thought too much about that before but now you have an idea why this feels like such a heavy admission. It makes you sob, cry like a baby.

“Oh, hey.” Dew tries to break away, to take a look at you, but you hold onto to him with all your strength. “Baby.”

You fight him and he relents, lets you cling to him and hide the mess on your face.

His voice is soft when he speaks. “Did I say something wrong?” 

“No.”

“So, good tears?”

“Yes, very good.”

“Okay.” He strokes your back, one of his hands sliding under your shirt for some skin contact. His fingertips feel hot against your spine, tickling your skin. But it grounds you, slowly drying the tears. When you break away, Dew wipes your cheeks, cradling your face in his slender hands.

“You okay?” he asks, worry written on his face. “I haven’t seen you cry so much ever. Are you sure this is all what you want?”

“Dew. I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby. So much. But it’s okay if…. I don’t know, if this is too much. Forever is a lot, especially for a human, I get it.”

“No, it’s… it’s all I could ever want. I just… I didn’t think I’d ever have it.”

He smiles softly, leans in for a gentle but firm kiss. “Well, you do. I won’t go anywhere, better get used to my pesky ass.” That makes you smile and as always, he grins at that. “My pretty girl.”

“You always say that.”

“Because it’s true, you are.” He kisses your forehead, lips lingering for just a second longer than usual. “Imma get you that ring now.” 

He takes your hand in his and places a coin in the machine with the other, turning the lever around. It takes him three tries to get the ring out that he wants. It’s a gold one with a red stone, obviously, and he adjusts it to your size until it fits snuggly onto your ring finger.

Then he looks at it, runs his finger over the plastic stone. “So, this is cheap as fuck.”

You laugh. “Yeah, but it’s cute.”

“Why do people get them if they suck?” 

“Well…” You shrug. “It shows that it’s not about the material value. But the meaning behind it.”

Dew scoffs. “But it won’t last long. Not forever, at least.”

You take his hand in yours, letting them hang loosely between your bodies. “It doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t want you to get me an expensive one for the gesture alone.”

“Wouldn’t be fore the gesture,” he says. “It would show everyone you’re mine. Isn’t that the purpose? Everyone sees you’re spoken for?”

“I think they’re aware I’m yours by now.” You laugh, thinking about all the times he nearly bit someone’s head off for flirting with you. “But we can think about it. You’d have to wear one, too.”

“Oh, really?”

You falter. “I mean… only if you want, obviously. It’s not like we’re really getting married, so it’s more symbolic.”

Dew frowns. “I don’t really get that.”

“It would only be a legal thing humans do, which… I don’t think would work with a ghoul. But I don’t really care about it,” you explain. “We can do our promises just to ourselves. I think I would like that.”

“Sweet.” He smiles. “So we’ll just swear to love each other forever and wear matching rings?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think there’s a store here somewhere that sells better ones?”

You smile to yourself. “I bet.”

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Half an hour later, sweaty, tired and feet aching but so incredibly happy, you climb back onto the bus. Almost everyone is already back, opening bags to assess all their new possessions. You’re barely fully inside before you’re cornered and pulled onto a seat right next to the ghoulettes. Sunshine holds up a new top that she bough but you don’t have any time to admire it before your attention is directed to Cirrus, who grabs your arm and lifts it up high.

“Hey, what’s that on your finger?”

“A ring.”

She squints. “That’s new.”

“Yea, um… we just got them.”

“We?” Swiss asks, joining in.

“Dew got one, too.”

The multi ghoul whistles at Dew who just joined you as well. “So, what? You got married in a mall? We’re not even in Vegas.”

“Not married, we just got matching rings,” you explain. “As a promise.”

“Ohhh, look at our little fire ghoul, he’s gone all soft,” Swiss teases. “He’s a little softie now. A sweet little marshmallow. I bet I can squish you between my fingers.”

Dew scowls, eyes narrowed to slits. “Say that again.”

“What if I do?”

“I’ll–“

“Stop it. I have an important question, “Aether interrupts. Everyone turns to look at him. “Can I be the best man?”

Dew sighs. “We’re not getting married. Can everyone calm down?”

“Well, now that you’re wearing rings you’re practically married, right?” Cumulus asks.

“I agree,” Sunshine says. “I think that counts. You put rings on each other’s fingers, that’s practically all humans do as well.”

“Congrats.” Aether takes Dew’s hand and shakes it exaggeratedly. “I’m so proud. I mean, technically, I think I was the one who got you two together. So really, you should thank me.”

“Hey, I gave him super helpful advice too,” Swiss says. “So I think I deserve a thanks as well.”

“You deserve a headbutt,” Dew says. “You gave the worst advice ever. It’s a surprise she chose to date me at all.”

“That says more about you than me, though,” Swiss argues.

You sigh, leaning back in your seat. Dew notices and flips Swiss off before squeezing himself between Cirrus and you. With his arm wrapped around you, you start to feel the exhaustion of today finally settling in your bones. So much happened and yet you feel oddly at peace. The next few weeks will be stressful and exciting, tour always is according to Dew, but you can’t wait to finally experience it all with him, eat red velvet donuts, buy stupid things in stores, share snacks and hotel beds and just… be with the ghoul you love more than anything.

“I love you, you little menace,” you whisper against his shirt collar, pressing a kiss to his neck.

He shudders at the contact, squeezing you closer. “I love you, too, little minx. Can’t wait to spend the rest of forever with you.”

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Thanks for reading! This concludes that little series. I’m sorry it took me so long to write for these two again. I really didn’t want to leave this out in the open for so long. In any case, I hope you enjoyed ♡

[daisychainsandbowties]

BIG win for casper nation i found some giant marshmallows

[fridayiminlovemp3]

the kids in my girl guide group are confusing their love to their pen pals they’ve never met

[sweaterrat]

CHEWING ON YOUR ART FJFIKFNF/VPOS I feel like it would taste as some kind of fluffy pancake, maybe banana! :D

AUAUAUAHA THANK YOU ML !!! 💛💛💛💛

You’re so sweet euauyayahah/pos

🔆🔆🔆💛💛💛💫💫💫

[softlypause]

Views from Mount Umunhum

[batsinurbelfrey]

bruh-

[jrueships]

Omg warriors vs spurs tonight... May the best little freaks win

TELL YOUR LITTLE FREAKS TO STOP KILLING M Y LITTLE FREAKS!1!!1!1!!!1!!!!!!!

[megabunnie]

I cannot stress this enough to the people living in my house, but when you make food you then need to put away the left overs. Properly.

[milo-is-rambling]

Truly sick of living the me vs nausea life

[writingjourney]

I finally had time to sit down and read ziplocked love pt 3 and I absolutely love it. It is my favourite of yours you've written! I love how you wrote sodo, I love how soft and emotional it was and the smut was so sweet and hot.🙌🏻 thank you for writing something so great , imo youre still one of the best writers in the ghost fandom out there. Thanks for all you do and I can't wait for more of anything you write! 💕

Naww, anon, thank you so much for reading and taking the time to tell me that you enjoyed it. You absolutely made my day ♡♡

That also reminds me I need to finish up part 4 because I wrote like 3k words of it and then didn't touch it again when the Copia brainrot slowly started to consume me 😂

[merakidoll]

thinkin about if plug eren and his bimbo were reversed! now, my girl will still very much be girly pop! weed bags in cute pink ziplock bags, or custom made hello kitty ones! her car a pink sports car with pink everything, her weed being cool names like “bootylicious” or “pinkpussy”! and what would be even better is her himbo regular who she always spoils! “rennie are you sure you can handle it baby?” eren’s eyes were red, his tolrence being really low; the small bite of edible making him touch the moon. “please baby! you know i like pink” he doesn’t really like pink all that much but because he knows you love it, he wants to take a puff of your pretty pink blut.

that night you would absolutely not have given it to him, walking him up to his apartment and taking care of the high man like he was a little baby. the night being ended with you both cuddling in his bed, his hand squeezing your ass as he snored in your ear. now times where you made sure he didn’t go over his tolerance, would end with a cute little spot at a place where the stars shined bright. in your pink car you were riding the brainless man while blowing the smoke into his mouth. “w-why are you doin me like this” eren was growing anxious with your games. you only bouncing on his dick when he jerked in your pussy fixing the position slightly. “whatcha mean?” you whispered kissing his plump pink lips and saying it in a very un innocent voice.

the night would only end when eren took what he wanted. the blunt falling to the back seat floor and his arms wrapping around you holding you securely to make sure you took everything. “good. ass. fuckin. pussy.” he would take bliss in the slaps your skins made together. his whole goal becoming to stuff your pussy and make you squirt. “r-rennie waittt” you cried digging your nails into his shoulder, but it only turned him on more, making his cum paint your walls. to which you felt so full that you squirted everywhere! eren being the nasty slut he was pushed you away from his chest, vastly rubbing your clit making your squirt get everywhere. that being said himbo’s are the best!

[lovebugism]

eddie x shy!reader , she asks him on a date by giving him tickets to a concert and he thinks its a joke til she walks away feeling rejected & he realizes she’s like dead serious & goes up to her

thanks for your request! i sorta broke my own heart with this one — the one where eddie rejects you and immediately regrets it (shy!reader, hurt/comfort, 2.6k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

Robin tells you that he’s nice. She says he won’t turn you down because he loves Mötley Crüe too much and he’s called you pretty too many times. Robin Buckley is many things — a dork, a polyglot, and your best friend, to name a few — but she’s never been a liar.

She wouldn’t lead you to the slaughter that way. She wouldn’t just let you get your heart broken. More than anything, though, she knows Eddie far better than you do — partly because she’s actually able to talk to him.

So despite your lingering worry, you swallow her words like a shot of vodka and maneuver helplessly through the bustling crowd of the Hawkins High lunchroom.

Eddie Munson sits alone at the Hellfire Club table — the smallest one in the very back corner by the large square window. 

Instead of eating a real meal (even though the hamburgers might be horse meat instead of cow), the boy eats crumbled-up pretzels from a worn ziplock bag. He pinches them into his mouth blindly because his chocolate syrup gaze is trained on the well-loved book folded in his left hand. 

J.R.R Tolkien’s, The Hobbit.

It makes you smile softly to yourself. You hope one day you’ll have the courage to tell him you’ve read that book so many times you could recite it in your sleep. You hope that day comes soon.

“Eddie?” you call softly to him when you reach his table. Your sweaty fingers fidget with the concert tickets you clutch between them.

He just thinks he hears his name at first. It��s barely audible over the sounds of muddled chatter in the cafeteria. He glances up from his book, not expecting anyone to be there, and gaping when he finds you standing in front of him. 

His cinnamon eyes go wide. The boy blinks owlishly at you once, then flits his eyes behind you like he’s expecting to see someone there. When he doesn’t, he blinks at you again. 

“Hi…” you waver with a trembling smile.

Eddie grins back, still obviously confused. “…Hi?”

“I, uh… I don’t know if you heard, but— well, obviously you heard, that’s… that’s stupid,” you laugh at yourself, shaking your head with your eyes squeezed shut. You’re already stumbling all over yourself, and you haven’t even managed a full sentence yet.

“Mötley Crüe is coming to Indianapolis in a few days, and a friend of mine was selling tickets, so I bought them. For us. Potentially. You know, if you wanted to… to go… With me.”

Your offer lingers and hangs in the air between the two of you.

A smile quirks at the right side of Eddie’s pink mouth. It isn’t a kind one, though. It looks more cynical than anything else.

His head juts back. He’s almost peering at you from the corner of his eye as though you were some suspicious thing he needed to analyze. A laugh sputters from his lips. “Did Buckley put you up to this? Is that what this is?”

Your faltering smile fades entirely. Your features crumble in disappointment.

This worse he could say is no, Robin had told you. 

You hadn’t prepared yourself for this.

“…What?” you wonder, voice fragile like a wilting flower petal.

Eddie chuckles to himself. He sets the book down to give you his full attention, though you’re not sure you want it anymore. “You know, I knew she was upset about me trying to set her up with Vickie and all, but this is a… whole new low.”

“Vickie…?” you murmur through a tightening throat, brows pinched in confusion. “I don’t understand—”

“Look, sweetheart… Tell Robin that this was a real funny joke, but I’m not interested, alright?”

Your chest aches with an empty feeling. You think your heart might be breaking. “J—Joke?”

“—Actually, tell her that this was very not metal of her, and that I will get my vengeance,” Eddie says with a sardonic laugh deeply rooted in his chest. His smile looks almost like he pities you as he shakes his head, eyes twinkling with pessimism. “I’m sorry she sent you to do her dirty work, but… You should probably go now. This is, you know, the Hellfire Club table and everything, so…”

You swallow thickly, then nod.

Eddie doesn’t want you here. Eddie doesn’t want you at all.

“I’m— I’m sorry if I…” The words get caught in your throat. You clear it and blink back burning tears. “I was just… I thought that maybe—”

“Eddie!” a boyish voice calls from across the cafeteria, only halfway drowned out through all the noise. A group of guys in Hellfire shirts walk towards the table.

You take that as your cue to leave. You don’t want to burst into tears in front of your crush and all of his friends.

“I’m sorry,” is all you manage to choke out before turning on your heel and walking away.

He’d been smiling up until that point — like it was all a big joke to him — because it was. 

The girl he’s been fawning over since junior year comes out of nowhere with tickets to see one of his favorite bands? That was the kind of shit he dreamt about — the kind of plan only someone as vicious as Robin Buckley could concoct to hurt his feelings. And after spending so many years being the brunt of bullies, Eddie was tired of being embarrassed.

And at first, he thought you were just a really good actor. You did look almost genuinely confused when he’d snuffed out the plan so quickly. But those wide, glassy eyes you looked at him with — he doesn’t know if a person can fake that sort of heartbreak. That looked real.

Eddie had been close to commending himself for not letting Robin win. He thought he was a genius for not allowing Buckley to use you against him. Now he knows he’s the same dumbass he's always been.

“Hey, man…” Gareth wavers as he sits at his designated seat adjacent to Eddie’s. The boy’s forlorn and faraway gaze doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the club. They all share looks of confusion, but the sandy-haired boy is the only one brave enough to speak up. “You okay?”

Eddie keeps his gaze trained on your figure as you maneuver through the crowd. Robin looks happy for you when you reach her, but the puppy-like excitement washes away when she notices how sad you are. 

He feels like someone’s shoved a knife between his ribcage. He wonders if this is what a broken heart feels like.

“I think I screwed up,” he answers, laughing cynically at himself. “Like, big time.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time, right?” Dustin jokes before popping a fry into his mouth. He laughs, but no one else joins him. “…Right?”

Eddie glares at the boy.

He cowers. “…Kidding. I was kidding.”

—————

He stews over it all day — your offer and what he said to you and how sad you looked after he said it. 

He pictures your pinched brows and big, glassy eyes and his chest starts to burn a little. Everyone always thought he was some raging asshole just because he had crazy hair and a crazier taste in music. Now he feels like they were sort of right about him. 

Whatever chance he had with you has surely turned to dust by now. It wouldn’t surprise him after he shrugged you off like he did. But after waging a nearly four-hour war in his mind between lunch and dismissal, he knows he has to make sure. 

He has to know if he’s ruined things entirely or if there’s a glimmer of hope he can hang onto.

He comes to you at the end of the day, dripping in metaphorical blood from the mental carnage he’d endured. He stood across the hall from you for five whole minutes as he tried to come up with something to say. He walks to your locker empty-handed and just blurts, “I thought you were joking,” like a total idiot.

Through the muddled conversation in the bustling hallway, you hadn’t heard him coming. You didn’t know he was there at all until he was right next to you. Seeing someone so suddenly close to you makes you flinch — hard.

And it’s not totally Eddie’s fault. You’re jumpy and too easily frightened at times, but he can’t help but feel like he’s messing things up more than he already has.

“Oh…” you deflate with a sigh, eyes still wide and swimming with something he can’t quite place. You look like you’re almost relieved to see him. Almost. 

“Sorry— shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to…” The boy stumbles over his words, then trails off when they don’t come out the way he wants. He shakes his head and finds it in himself to smile. It’s bitter, though, filled with self-abhorrence. “I wasn’t trying to scare you.”

With one hand still clutching the door of your locker, and the other gripping a stack of textbooks, you peer at him through your lashes. “I know. It’s okay. I just— I wasn’t expecting it…”

He grimaces. “Sorry…”

“’S okay,” you repeat.

“I, um, I only came in so hot ‘cause I wanted to apologize— you know, for earlier. In the lunch room,” he stammers and puts his fidgeting hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He tries to laugh, but it comes out more as an insincere puff of air. “Honestly, I thought you were joking.”

Your brows pinch. “Joking? Why would I—”

“I sorta locked Robin and Vickie in the old chemistry room in the east wing a few days ago,” he confesses, bouncing his shoulders. “Just because I know they both like each other and everything, and I thought maybe they’d finally admit it if they were alone together.”

“Okay…?” 

“Well, they didn’t. And Robin was pissed. So I thought she was using you to get back at me.”

“Using me?” you echo.

“Yeah. ‘Cause I’ve kinda been into you since junior year and everything,” he admits with a nonchalant shrug. The corner of his rosy mouth quirks into a half-smile. “It’s, like, the one card Robin could use against me that would actually hurt, you know? If she did try to get me back.”

Your heart swells so much it hurts, almost — the same kind of hurt you'd felt in the lunch room earlier. It feels fiery, like someone’s taken a match to your ribcage and lit your heart aglow. But it’s different now. This is a good hurt, a happy hurt.

“Really?” you squint at him, your voice high and light. Your lips twitch like you want to smile, but you don’t let yourself — lest this all turns out to be some kind of elaborate dream. Or a joke.

“Since we had Mr. Kaminsky’s together, yeah,” Eddie affirms with a slow, confident nod. His chocolate eyes flit up to the water-stained ceiling. “Let’s see… We were learning about reproduction, and Tommy Hagan made some stupid joke about using you as a real-life model instead of the pictures in the textbook—”

“I remember,” you nod, trying not to shudder at the memory that still haunts you. 

“And I told him that he was making it real obvious that he’s never seen an actual vagina before and that the one in the textbook looked a lot like his mom’s,” the boy recalls with a soft laugh. “And you looked over at me, and you smiled, and I… have been a goner ever since.”

He looks down at you again, all sheepish like he isn’t gluing your broken heart back together again. His chocolate eyes twinkle in a way you’ve never seen before. They sparkle in their softness. You have to look away before it turns you into a puddle at his feet. 

You smile widely into your locker, pursing it off to the side in attempts to conceal its brightness. 

“No one’s ever stuck up for me like that before,” you confess quietly after a few moments, peeking at him from the corner of your eye. “I’m pretty sure I gushed to Robin about it for days.”

“Yeah?” Eddie hums. He can feel his hopes getting too high.

“Yeah. I told her all about the pretty boy in the back of the room that finally got Tommy H. to leave me alone.”

“Oh… You think he’s pretty, huh?” the boy teases despite his pink cheeks.

You nod — made much braver by his previous admission — though you still have a little trouble looking him in the eye. You drag a notebook from your locker as you tell him, “I think he’s very pretty.”

“Well, I have it on good authority that the boy you think is pretty is super sorry for being such an asshole to you earlier,” Eddie murmurs, his nose scrunched and head tilted. “And that he’d really love to go to that concert with you— if you haven’t found some other schmuck to go with you, that is.”

Your eyes light up like a Christmas tree as you beam at him. No one’s ever looked at him that way before now.

“I’d like that,” you nod, then shrug. “I don’t think I’d wanna go with anyone else, anyway…”

“So, it’s a date?” Eddie asks, just to make sure. His raised brows disappear behind his fluffy bangs. His chin tilts to his chest as he smiles hopefully down at you.

You nod, and repeat it more softly than the loudmouth boy. “It’s a date.”

Eddie can feel himself grinning like an idiot. His cheeks ache with how wide he’s beaming at you, but he's too lovesick to stop. Like squinting into the sun, smiling every time he looks at you is muscle memory by now. 

And what did a freak like him ever do to deserve a date with the freakin’ sun?

[webbluvrsugar]

Spencer Reid x Shy bau!reader: trying to work together.

cw: drabble, fluff, fools in love, mutual pining, you’re both in love and you both can’t see it.

You’re stuck alone in a small kid’s bedroom, pink pillows and princess bedsheets, toys all over the room along with books thrown on the floor, a broken window and a missing plush, you’re supposed to be investigating, but it’s almost like the presence of each other is just too distracting.

The team knows how your two feel for each other even without words needed, the glances you give at each other, the mutual pining that’s been going for months, they’re a bunch of profilers, they see it, and you two are profilers too, you should see it. But you don’t, which led to being put together in cases more times than you could count.

“Reid.” You nod for him to come closer, he does, but not after fumbling with a small toy on his hands, almost letting it fall in the process before putting it on its rightful place on the little girl’s shelf.

When he’s next to you, hands clammy on his gloves, suddenly sweatier than they were, taking just a few more steps without realising and suddenly the room feels tight, you’re both really close to each other, he can see the light flush on your cheeks but brushes it off for another different reason, maybe you have allergies or something, who knows?

“I f — found this.” You smile briefly before raising the it up on his face, a glass shard with hints of blood.

Spencer nods, mostly staring at your face than anything else as you look at him expectantly, clearing his throat before speaking.

“Yeah it… has blood in it, that’s — that’s good for the case.” He pulls out a plastic ziplock bag, handing it to you so you can place it there, closing it for you in the process.

“Let’s just hope it’s the unsub’s.” You flash him another smile again, he nods one more time with you.

You both stay silent, he’s looking over at you and you at him, his body towers over yours, you can feel your heart beating consistently, he parts his lips as if he’s about to say something, but you’re both interrupted by Hotch calling you.

“We should — We should…” you point towards the door.

“Yeah, let’s just.. go.” He nods, you walk away in front of him, he follows behind you.

When you’re both back at the bau, you’re talking to JJ and he’s on the other side of the room, sitting in front of Morgan, staring at you, because he really doesn’t know how but he just can’t get you off his mind. He sips on his coffee, Derek notices where his gaze is thrown at, one of his eyebrow raises, it’s almost like you’re too blind to realise what he’s looking at.

“Pretty boy,” Morgan smirks, Spencer turns his gaze right to you. “Go to her.”

“What? No that’s… she’s talking to JJ, I’m just not gonna go to her and..” he’s quickly interrupted by the man in front of him, who’s clearly skeptical.

“Just go, man.” Derek grabs his mug of coffee, slowly pushing him to him before sitting down.

Spencer finds himself walking towards you, gulping nervously as you turn to him, his eyes going to yours before going down to your other features, the soft plush of your lips, your cheeks, the hair that frames your face.

“Hi.” He speaks, JJ raises an eyebrow, turning to you.

“Hey.” You respond, it’s simple, a single word just like him, the blonde understands and makes a move to leave you two.

“Would you… would you uhm..” he sighs, gripping on to the hem of his sweater. “Would you like to grab lunch with me?”

You turn red almost immediately, turning silent in the process, Spencer slightly frowns, waiting for your answer, it’s been just thirteen seconds and he’s already thinking this is a bad idea, fourteen and you’re still quiet, fifteen, he’s starting to think you don’t even like him and then finally seventeen until you answer.

“Yes, I —“ You chuckle, a bright smile showing from your lips. “I would love that.”

He smiles with you, extends his hand for you to grab it, you do, fingers locking with his in a heartwarming motion, taking slow steps to the exit.

“So, what would you like to eat?” You ask as you keep walking to the elevator.

“Whatever you want to.”

[soggy1996]

watching rhony eating hunks of peanut butter on strips of dried mango replenishment 4 my barren soul

[rboooks]

The bakery is a front!...Right? Part 2

Danny can practically feel Peter's glare through the small window between the front counter and kitchen, trying to melt his ice core. He isn't sure what he did to earn the man's ire but it was getting sort of old after two weeks.

Peter's brother, who almost always steals food and drinks between customers, wasn't nearly as bad. Danny didn't mind the loss, as he is beyond rich that he could fund his own country; he just found it odd that Alvin tended to put whatever he stole in test tubes.

He used to seeing street kids' having sticky fingers, but not ones with this particular habit. If he hadn't witnessed Alvin taking an entire bagel and stuffing it into a ziplock bag after another filling another test tube with the ghost theme latte- it was just color dye green and the foam shaped into a blob ghost- he would thought the guy was gathering samples of his merchandise rather then stocking up on food. Not that he could blame him.

Not knowing where their next meal will come from makes it understandable that they horde any food they can. Yes, the pair of brothers were close to his age but they been on the streets since Peter was fifteen and Alvin was thirteen. They had apparently took off in the middle of the night after Alvin was violently outed and his scum of a father tried to break the gay out of him.

They haven't spoken much about their past besides that, but Danny didn't need any more information.

Alvin is remarkably good at taking things without anyone noticed.

The only reason Danny caught on to what he was doing was because this was his haunt, and his ghost side had growled in outrage the first time Alvin swiped some samples of various coffees. His human side just thought it was hilarious.

After a while, the part of him that was Phantom recognized the two as new members of his haunt and now purred whenever they took stuff. Phantom's desire to provide for those under his protection made it hard for Danny not to slip and purr or rub himself against people like a creepy cat.

Phantom also had this mysterious allure to humans. Sam and Tucker let him know after the three came across the Phan Club led by his old classmates. Paulina wanting to marry him wasn't a one-time thing. Almost all his classmates wanted to marry Phantom because a part of him influenced their attraction.

Halfas were like that.

Frostbite said halfas were close to sirens and that annoyed him more than anything.

His ghost side wasn't mansplain, manipulate but rather manwhore. At least with enough exposure, people developed immunity to his allure, so Danny ignored all the love-struck eyes made at him.

Danny still very clearly remembered coming back for his junior year, walking into the hallways and causing multiple jaws to drop.

Sam and he had broken up at the beginning of the summer, so she only blinked at his sudden appearance, but Tucker had been blindsided.

"Dude, don't take this the wrong way, but you look delicious"

Danny had fallen for him just a little for that alone.

The two of them dated all junior year with Sam's blessing but agreed they were better as friends by the end. It was awkward, but the three got past that, spending senior year snickering as various people tried to ask Danny out.

Danny was petty enough to admit he enjoyed turning them down, citing their past treatment of him as a "never going to happen". Breaking the hearts of the A-listers was a special kind of joy, especially Dash.

After taking the time with Elle to further develop his ghost side, he hadn't realized the big difference between him and the other halfas.

Vlad's accident case him to form over time, after getting ecto-acne, and the years he spent in the hospital were him repeatedly dying only to be brought back seconds after, by the ectoplasm forced into his face. It is no wonder he lost his sanity and became violently obsessed with his parents.

In the creation of Dan, Vlad's mind had finally been accessible to his human side again. The future Vlad was more mellow sure, has taken him in with a kind heart but that was because he had been more human then ghost. The ghost side no longer had his parents around so its vengeance was no longer needed ans it cleared up the maddness.

It was like his image of a human hand been painted over by his ghost. It didn't blend.

Jazz had realized this, and then after speaking to his parents, they vowed to help him. Surprisingly it worked, and now Vlad was not a fruitloop. Unfortunately he may be something far worse.

Vlad was now his parents' boyfriend. Ugh. It didn't help that it had been Vlad that given his parents a grant all these years, who had taken care of the family from afar, and that he was a gentle soul. Jack had named him godfather of his son because they grew up together and had always know the sweetheart hidden within.

His coming back from the dead madness had rekindled old feelings, and his mom admitted she had felt something for him too.

Ew.

Ellie was influenced by her ghost side too. She was a clone, but her core form first, and unlike the other failed clones, she was more like a ghost who learned to be human. She gave in more to her spirit urges, only really eating and sleeping because she thought they were fun. Her ghost was painted over by her human side, but it was a well balanced collage.

Danny was a single painting with two figures side by side.

Since his accident perfectly split his two parts his human side kept his ghostly influence at bay until he was about sixteen, where slowly but surely, he allowed his two pieces to start to fuse.

That's why Dan had gone off the deep end when separated from his human side. There was nothing hold his urge to protect after his loved one's death and his ghost part saw his human half trying to get rid of him as betrayal, so it reacted by betrayung his protective obsession- by destroying everything it could and eating Vlad's ghost only fueled his crazy.

There had been times when both his ghost side and human side were separated that didn't cause this. When he was spilt by Fenton Ghost Cather, his ghost side took the responsibility while his human became even lazier than average. That didn't mean they had different personalities, just that some aspects of themselves were futher away.

It was like his soul multiplied rather then broken. It's why he was able to stay sane, he didn't reject any part of him.

It just didn't help with their fusing his ghost was affecting humans and him. He now had to deal with even more love-struck eyes. Worse, according to Vlad and Frostbite, Danny was now entering his mating stage, and he was honest to Acients nesting.

The building next door that he had bought and developed to have decent-sized cubicles with warm beds meant to house the homeless was now mostly occupied by children.

Phantom was almost always purring, seeing street kids slowly move in. He offered them food, work, a roof, and warm water. The cubicles could be considered dorm rooms-a bed, desk, and small cabinets that were savage from other kids who sold them to Danny enough for them to walk into and sleep when it turned dark. Some leave in the morning, others stay, but Danny doesn't mind.

Maybe that's why Peter hated him so much. Alvin was weak to Phantom's charm and Danny knew a thing or two about older siblings trying to protect thier younger siblings from parent's bigotry.

Jazz made a face when ghost hunters got near him before the reveal. They weren't in danger anymore, but knowing that and relaxing around what they saw a threat were two very different things.

Peter and Alvin Draper appeared a month or so after the whole Scarecrow's incident. He didn't mean to run into the supervillain, knocking the man over in the middle of his villian monologue.

He had been too busy trying to get Sam and Tucker- dated in senior year and the last two years- to agree on the main decor for their wedding. Even after they got engaged, it was still Danny who smoothed their bickering to notice that he had stop breathing again.

Sometimes he forgot.

It took the guy stuffing a needle into his arm, the liquid already being cleansed by his ectoplasm before fully settling in his bloodstream, to realize this wasn't another Gotham citizen casually wearing a gas mask.

This was the reason people wear gas masks.

He punched the creep away from him, effectively allowing the heroes to lock him up. But in doing so, he put all his goons out of work. He hadn't known until two days later Andres had nervously walked into his bakery with a resume.

Andres had been the Scarecrow's right-hand man trying to get money for his dying mother, who had cancer. Danny didn't know what to do with a guy whose only valuable skill at a bakery was speaking Spanish but if he wanted to get out of life of crime then who was he to stop him?

His resume was impressive, but it was mostly how to handle illegal chemicals and torture, so Danny set him up as his cashier and co-baker. A few days later, Andres had carefully suggested other goons from Scarecrow's crew who needed jobs, and Danny found himself fully staffed that same day.

More people began visiting him for work, and Danny didn't what to do with them half the time.

Sighing, he placed the newest batch of ecto-cookies in a box for Manolo to take to his mother. The kid is rocking on his heels by the entrance. He is new to the streets after getting thrown out by his mother's ex, but now that she was cleaning up her addiction, Danny hoped he wouldn't be seeing him around the streets as often.

"Peter is going to shoot you," Andres said, looking at the man with the streak of white in his hair practically foaming at the mouth when he saw the small boy arrive for his delivery run. "Want me and the boys to take care of him?"

Danny glanced up to catch Alvin ducking his head, face a healthy red hue. The guy had been staring at him again, which meant Peter was being overprotective again.

"No" He tells Andres, putting the boxes in a little red wagon for the boy to tug around. "I'll handle him."

He walked by the brothers, Alvin already trying to sneak a box away. Danny quickly moved the wagon away from him. When there was nothing to cleanse, ectoplasm worked like a potent energy drink, and honestly, Alvin did not need more of a reason to get less sleep.

Alvin pouted when his chance to steal a cookie failed.

Cute Thought Danny

Our children will be gorgeous Responded Phantom Make Alvin mate.

Danny ignores Phantom to smile at Manolo. He slips into Spanish, quickly crouching down to be at eye level. "Hi buddy. How is the new sweater treating you?"

Manolo's dimple shows as he pulls the sleeves over his palms. "It's warm. I like how fluffy it is."

Phantom cooed, and a soft purr escaped him before Danny clamped down on the sound. "I'm glad. Ready for another day of deliveries?"

"Yes!" The ten year old chirps snapping the list of names and address out of Danny's hand. The baker laughs, pulling our his wallet.

"I know I can count on you, so I'll pay you upfront. If anyone gives you tips, you can keep them," He says, handing the boy five hundred. Manolo beams, pocketing the money and scurrying away with his wagon.

I want a baby Phantom whines

I'll eat a bagel later, Danny promises.

( Part 1 ) (Part 3)

[likearhinestonecowgirl]

Jason Todd Headcanons

Jason who will move you- whether it be placing a big hand on the small of your back to usher you through a busy crowd, or you're in his way, maybe in the kitchen rambling about something you saw on the news. He will wordlessly pick you up, tired and lethargic with bruised knuckles from the night before, and sit you on the counter. He mumbles something, makes a grunt to let you know to keep talking while one hand smooths up and down the inside of your thigh and the other opens the drawer you were blocking.

Jason who is obviously a theater kid- but if this is living with Bruce, moonlighting as Robin Jason, he'd be discrete. He'd say he needs the class as his obligatory elective and didn't take pottery because he doesn't like getting his hands dirty (lie). He'd sit near the back of the theater, but he'd listen intently, and every poetry assignment he'd turn in would be a work of fucking god. Every project, the teacher would ask him to perform instead of doing the alternative (some paper or poem) and maybe, just maybe, he'll say yes if he's comfortable enough.

Jason who hides food around his apartment and safehouses. Non-perishable, like trail mix, granola bars, little ziplocks of cereal. Dick had cut that habit, made Jason comfortable enough to understand he'll never have to worry, he'll never have to fend for himself by himself. Rising from the lazarus pit as an animated corpse turned everything on its head. The neurotic habits came back. If you're close enough, if he spends enough time at your place, it's likely you'll eventually find a baggie of chex mix sitting on top of your fridge.

Jason who is a barb. I'm not explaining this one, he just is. An honorary member of gag city 🫡

Jason who always has a pack of Marlboro menthols on him. Alternatively, when his lungs are feeling extra gross and he decides he wants to quit, he'll start on zyns again (cool mint ofc). There's usually a zyn tower on his bedside table, teetering right beside the glock 47 he most definitely should put in his gun safe but never will, no matter how many times you tell him

"Jason, what if someone comes in and grabs it?"

"No one-"

"What if it falls and goes off?"

"That won't happen."

Before you can get another word his, large hands turn you to face him, practically suffocated you against his chest, one hand on the back of your head while the other dips low and follows the curve of your spine.

"No one in the world is safer than you right now."

Jason who is extremely invested in TLC (specifically 1,000 pound sisters) and never wastes a chance to tell you how shocked and proud he is of Tammy for finally losing weight- even if she's still a bitch

Jason who loves to buy you things. Usually not too crazy, more like stupid little keychains and stuffed animals to build the militia in your room. But he thinks of you all the time and he can picture the look on your face when he comes back with another stupid surprise. Next thing he knows he's got a turtle or dragon or cat stuffed safely in the inside pocket of his jacket while he threatens a few men with his fists.

"They just gave it to me for free." He shrugs, holding a loving grin as he watches you beam over the fuzzy thing in your hands.

But when your face contorts in something accusatory, he holds his breath.

"What?"

"Were you wearing that?" You look over his costume, the Red Hood, the guns hardly concealed on his sides.

"Yea, why?"

"Dude, you robbed them."

Jason who loves to buy you things, who hardly goes out of his way to hide when he comes into some money (obviously by violent means- but who cares when he's gunning down men who sell drugs to kids. Minor casualty). He'd show up with a purse that's ten times your rent, a bracelet the blinds you when it's under direct light, a dress that he knows you have no place fancy enough to wear it to. If you start to ask questions, he'll distract by any means necessary, like standing behind you to slowly untie your sweatpants or unbutton your jeans, inch off your clothing and let his fingertips dip low so you can really feel the old callouses and scars he knows you love so much, before carefully dressing you in whatever nice thing he'd bought.

******i hardly proofread this sos sorry for the typos if they're there lol lmk if i should make more