#but then i realized that i have a bunch of shit due tomorrow :((((

[antariies]

how to build a chair........... director's cut ∠( ᐛ 」∠)__ this is about to be a very long very self-indulgent post where i just talk about my own writing. i also doodled on all the pages i think it makes the whole thing more fun to go thru. welcome to my ted talk

SIKE before i begin. credit where credit is due, this post was the start of it all. it changed my brain chemistry my jaw was dropped i was in awe i was obsessed and before i even finished it i knew that i would eventually have to make something similar for the commander or else i would be cursed to think about it for the rest of my life. and i Was cursed for like two years every day i would just be like........ is today the day i sit down and draft the commander chair fic of my dreams....... maybe tomorrow......

and then i got accepted as a writer for the gw2 zine ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ the chair idea was actually my backup option in case my first idea didn't pan out, and thank god it didn't, bc this one worked so much better. (still working on my initial idea, just turning it into a full fic! it was wayyy too long to be a zine submission.)

this is the chair i used. i downloaded the assembly instructions and tried out a bunch of different free pdf editors until i found one i liked, which ended up being sedja. if anyone's interested in doing something like this, i recommend printing out the pdf and writing directly on it! it was a lot easier for me to just figure out everything on paper first and then digitalize it after :P here's a picture of my physical copy

okay actually getting into it for real this time !!!!!

1. yeah i could've just erased the ikea logo and left a blank space but then i realized i could turn it into an in-universe joke. and then i ran with it.

2. i ripped this straight from the product description on the website. thanks ikea

3. i'm not sure if anyone went and looked it up, but it's a real item code!

hehe :3c

4. if your commander willingly goes to therapy i'm happy for them but TO ME? you'd have to drag the commander kicking and screaming. it's not that they don't know that something is wrong with them, they know, and they know YOU know. you're just never supposed to talk about it. they don't look at their own psych eval results bc that's none of their business.

5. i normally avoid specifying the commander's race when i write them bc i enjoy the challenge, but for the zine i was assigned to write about a norn commander! as a human main i was uhhhh very ill-equipped. but that just meant i had to study up on my norn lore (•̀ᴗ•́)و i spent hours on the wiki, then went around interviewing norn mains for their opinions, which was great fun :D it all helped me narrow the focus of my piece: joining the war on commander objectification on the side of commander objectification (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ and no one self-aggrandizes quite like the norn commander!

and to balance that i knew my narrator had to be patronizing as shitttt. they've clearly been following the commander since the beginning and seem to know a lot of intimate details about their life, despite not thinking very highly of them. wonder who that could be :3c

6. i can't stop making references. so the original part number is actually #122620 in the manual but i've changed it here (and on the previous page!) to #082812, as in 08/28/12, the date gw2 was released! no real reason for it, @dalennaugw suggested it for funsies and i liked it. if you're my pal and i show you a wip and you have a cool idea for it, chances are i Will put that shit in. hi dale if you're reading this

7. another thing about me. i loveeee repetition. here the word "over" is repeated four times to match the picture. honestly a lot of the creative process for this piece was just staring at the pages and figuring out how to tie the pictures to the commander in ways that weren't extremely corny or trite. idk why i enjoy writing like this when i could be frolicking in the beautiful prosaic meadows of a word doc instead but. it's like i see a tiny little restrictive box and i'm like OH BOY can't wait to think inside of that thing!!! i like when the format matters just as much as the content and in some cases informs the content. am i making any sense here. well all you need to know is that i'm a virgo and my favorite book is house of leaves

7. aw fuck just realized i wrote 7 twice. whatever i'm not changing it this is 7 part two now. the theme of my piece is glory, what it means to the norn commander, and how far they're willing to go for it.

8. does norn culture place emphasis on seeking individual glory Yes are norn also very community-oriented Also Yes. i think it's common to see norn kids napping together in a big pile, usually after they've worn themselves out playing games outside. it makes sense practically (apes together warm) and socially (pack bonding good) but that's just my hc. growing up i used to share a bed with my cousins all the time so it's normal to me.

a young, naive not-yet-commander, with no real combat experience, has no point of reference to compare a "blaze of glory" to. but the way everyone talks about it, it must be a good thing. a wonderful thing. a reward fit for a life well-fought and a legend hard-earned. so they imagine it must feel like falling asleep surrounded by the people they love, who love them in turn.

9. .........i was playing a lot of ace attorney when i wrote this page. i wish i was joking 👍🏼

10. ohhh shit the truth come OUT this whole chair thing was all a ploy just so i could write about the departing. again.

will i ever stop thinking about her. reply hazy, try again later.

11. out of all the pages, this one has the most emphasis on text placement, like comparing the enlarged picture of the screw to a sword, the numbers counting the screws, and "up up up" being arranged to mimic a wisp of smoke.

i also wanted to lean into the viking/norse mythology influences with my word choice.

12. more nods to norn culture. i didn't know they referred to the six human gods as "spirits of action" until i was doing the research for this piece :O

and the domain of the lost is called a hall of ghosts....... cause valhalla.....

13.

i'm sorry this so funnyyy. SAYS the guy who literally clawed their way back to life for a rematch.

me when i'm in a sore loser competition and my opponent is the COMMANDER!!!

14. arms as in "limbs" and also arms as in "armaments" :•]

15. haha get it because the picture makes it look like there are two mirrored speech bubbles while the text paints two opposing interpretations of the norn commander. one that's selfless and humble versus one that's selfish and vainglorious.

16. and the best part is IT DOESN'T MATTER which one is true bc at the end of the day no matter what their motivation, balthazar is dead by their hand. ofc i'm of the opinion that the most compelling interpretation of the commander is both, simultaneously. contradictions are good for the soul.

17. i could've name-dropped kas, the only person present that would do something like that, but i felt it was better to leave it ambiguous.

18. low-hanging fruit. the metaphor was so obvious here but i had to do it. for the culture

19. the alternate title for this piece was "THIS COULD BE GLORY". "how to build a chair" was only supposed to be a placeholder title til i figured out a better one, but the innocuousness of it grew on me. also i came up with the other one too late and had already advertised under the chair title lol

20. my first instinct was to end it with something more reassuring, like "what you have built so far is enough" but that would've been an ooc switch-up for a narrator who has been nothing but snide and detached this whole time. gotta stick to my guns

21.

obligatory chair joke as the last line. for realsies though it’s meant to be an earnest appeal to the commander to take a break, to have a seat, but it’s also a challenge. are they willing to lean on their friends? are the bonds they’ve forged strong enough to hold their weight? are they willing to put their faith in someone else’s hands? are they brave enough to try? well. only one way to find out.

also guess what that wasn’t even the real last page of the manual. it's THIS

but no way i was letting this be the image we ended on. IT LOOKS LIKE A DICK AND BALLS!!!

and on that note, THANK YOU if you made it this far!! a very special shout-out to @hawkepockets, my lovely boyfriend and beta reader, without whom this piece would not be nearly as polished. i would bring him pages to look over and he would say Scrap half of those lines you can do better than that. kill your darlings. i would complain and argue for a few minutes then we would revise. rinse and repeat until we had honed this thing to perfection. i can't stress enough the importance of having a second pair of eyes on your work throughout your creative process, even better if it's someone who challenges you. i don't even pay him 🫶🏼

and if there was anything i didn't cover that you still have questions about, please feel free to shoot me an ask! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ thanks for reading! see u later dudes ;P

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #my writing #for once i have nothing to say in the tags bc i already talked so much in the body of the post. #ummmmmmmm meows cutely !

[eywathemother]

Fish lips Part 4

Ship: Aonung x Kiri's twin sister!Reader

Warnings: Language, bullying, gore, fighting, talk of war, injury and blood, slow burn, enemies to lovers (not really a warning just some people don't like that trope), death of (a) character(s), not proofread

Words: 3,022

Keys: (y/n) = your name,,(y/i/n) = your Ikran's name,, Neural Queue= the braid extension of a Na'vi's nervous system that allows them to link up to animals and Ewya,,(y/II/n) = your ilu's name,,

Chapters; Introduction || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 ||

Spoilers for Avatar: The Way of Water A whole ass lot.

Thank you for all of your comments and opinions, I love you all! I've figured out what I'm going to do now, yay! Sorry if I forgot you on the taglist I woke up to a bunch of messages n notifs so I'm not 100% sure if I got them all, I double checked but if I didn't, I apologize. Since the taglist is getting longer than I originally thought it would I have moved it to the bottom.

The week had gone by slowly due to your extra chores, luckily today was your last day of doing Neteyam's so you'd go back to your normal handful tomorrow morning. Unfortunately, it happened to be the day Aonung's little gang decided to terrorize you.

As you woke up earlier to go and tend to the Ikrans, they had decided to get up early as well. You were extremely exhausted more than usual this morning, so your temper was even worse. The air felt tight, suffocating you, giving you the feeling that today just wasn't going to be your day.

" Oh look, five is up!" One of Aonung's friend's announced to the group, their little nickname for you. You originally thought they were just stupid and actually thought your name was five, but you realized it was most likely because of your fingers.

The waltzed over, one pulling your tail as you bit the inside of your cheeks in frustration." Leave me alone." You grumbled, ears back and tail going crazy in annoyance.

" Aw is someone shy." One laughed at you and tried to grab the basket out of your hands." I'm trying to be nice and hold this for you." He cooed, talking to you like you were an incompetent child.

" Leave me alone!" You snarled, you temper had reached its limit and you smacked him across the face. Everyone in the group was quiet as you glowered at the boy you just slapped.

" You're gonna regret that." He hissed taking the basket from your hands and dumbing it at the edge of the sea. You watched as all the fish you, Lo'ak, and Neteyam worked so hard to get, dissipate immediately.

They laughed at your face, shock and anger on your features." No, you're gonna regret that." You scowled at the boy who just laughed. Until you brought your foot up, kicking him in the chest. The other boys stood for a moment of shock, and one even looked a bit worried. They probably didn't expect you to fight back, but you've never been one to cry over something you could just beat the shit out of instead.

Before anyone could grab you, you lunged at the boy on the ground and punched in several times in the face. One of the boys pulled your tail back and you hissed, kicking at whoever was behind you.

The boy on the ground composed himself and pulled your ear before shoving sand in your face. Sand went into your eyes, and you cursed at the burn.

They began to pull you backwards and the boy in front of you stood up. " You're stupid for attacking friends of the chief's son." They laughed like the whole thing was funny and they pulled you on your knees." Even if they did know we did this, you're the outsider not us."

They laughed and you glared up at the boy. You smirked, if you were gonna get in trouble over just one punch, why not go all out? You grabbed an unsuspected boy who was squatting next to you and pulled his head down, forcing his head down on your knee painfully.

" You're stupid for fighting someone with combat experience." As soon as the hand on your right arm loosened you grabbed the boy hard, forcing him on his knees, grabbing his hair, slamming his head into the ground.

They all lunged to hold on to you, you scooted back and quickly kicked the one holding your tails knee as forcefully as you could. He let go and shouted at the abrupt and painful contact of the heal of your foot and his kneecap.

You got up immediately as the boys stumbled to grab you, but you were too quick for them. The first one to come at you got an uppercut to the stomach, then a second one to his chin.

The other one swung at you, actually managing to catch you off guard and land a punch to your face. As his armed passed your face, you grabbed ahold of his forearm and upper arm, bringing it into brutal contact with your knee.

He screamed and you were positive you at least dislocated his elbow. The one you kicked in the knee put you in a headlock behind you and one of the boys in front of you landed a punch to your stomach.

You elbowed the boy holding you in a chokehold in the ribs and his grip loosened a bit. You bit his arm drawing blood and he immediately let go. The taste of blood filled your mouth, your own or his you couldn't tell.

Another one came at you, and you gave a nice roundhouse kick to his face." Fucking bitch." You wiped your nose that had been bleeding from the punch you got in the face.

" What is going on here!" You all stopped and turned around, Ronal standing there with Tsireya by her side. " She attacked us ma'am." One of them lied through his teeth and you scoffed." Why would I-"

"Enough!" She shouted, grabbing you by the arm and started to drag you towards the clusters of pods and you sent a glare behind you. The boys just smiled and waved as you disappeared from their sight.

" JakeSully." She called out as she reached your Marui and you put your head down in shame." I found your daughter in a psychical altercation with a group of boys." She averred, you looked up and all eyes were on you. Kiri started to get up to come check on you but Neytiri forced her to sit back down.

Your father walked over, furious." Thank you for letting me know, I'll deal with this immediately." He grabbed your arm forcefully pulling you towards him.

" Out!" He demanded and all your siblings immediately left." Jake." Neytiri stood next to him." I was defending myself is that a crime!" You snarled, shaking his grip from you.

" Yes! Here it is because we need to have a good reputation in order to stay here!" He yelled at you and Neytiri grabbed his arm." Ma Jake, it was self-defense." Your mother defended you and Jake sighed rubbing his face.

" Just, apologize." He laid out flatly and your mouth fell open." Me! They hit me first!" He rubbed his palms against his eyelids." Look, I know it's not fair, but if we get kicked out there is no other place we can go to." Jake sighed placing a hand on your shoulder.

" Apologize and move on. Clear?" He raised his eyebrows at you as you glared to the ground." Clear?" He pressed; annoyance written in his tone." Crystal." You spat through your teeth and you shook his hand off of you.

"Ma Jake." Neytiri began to talk to him, most likely lecture him. You didn't listen, you wanted to leave. Why should you apologize.

As you were looking at the ground, a shoulder bumped yours." Out of the way." A gruff voice huffed, and you looked up to see Aonung carrying fish in his hand." Oh." he breathed; he wasn't paying attention either, he thought it was one of your brothers." Here." He handed you a basket of fish.

" To replace the ones my idiot friends lost." He hissed out friends, as if he didn't even consider them to be. You nodded and began to walk away; he grabbed your shoulder." You're bleeding, clean yourself up." It was more of a demand but before you could question on why he even cared he walked away.

You shrugged, perhaps he was just embarrassed of his 'friends'. He still seemed to dislike you, but the tension was less so with you than with your other siblings. Almost like he liked you, just a bit.

You shook those thoughts out of your head, driving yourself to go down the path you were trying to earlier.

Luckily you got to the Ikran safe with no assholes trying to gang up on you, finishing your chores you went to find Aonung. You didn't know if it was his or not, so you just assumed it was. You had wiped off the blood from your face with water and the reflection from the water when you were feeding the Ikran.

You hoped you got it all out, but you weren't one hundred percent. You looked around for Aonung, you didn't spot him, but you could see the tip of his sister's head behind a rock in the water.

You walked over and climbed on top of the rock, peering over it. You saw Tsireya as well as Aonung talking, he was more in the water than her that's why you couldn't see him.

" I came to return your basket, Aonung." You stated, holding it so he could see it." Just leave it there." He mumbled and Tsireya gave you a wave." Good morning, I heard what happened-." She began but you interrupted her.

" It was my fault no biggie." You set the basket down and left, heading towards your families pod to go eat your late breakfast.

" Aonung, you need to talk to those friends of yours." Tsireya lectured him and he rolled his eyes, looking away." They beat up on a girl for no reason!" She raised her voice slightly, giving him a disapproving look.

" If you saw them, she got back at them pretty well." He grumbled, looking towards the area you disappeared." You need to get over whatever petty feelings you and your friends have towards them." Tsireya was upset, very upset that Aonung was brushing off an incident like this so easily.

" They're strangers, we don't know them!" he argued back, he huffed." They could bring their war here, Tsireya." He glared at his sister, and she rolled her eyes." You and mother are both paranoid." She left, getting out the water.

" Unlike you, I'm going to go make our new villagers feel comfortable and safe in my presence." She jabbed at him, and she walked away, she wasn't the type to get upset, so he definitely didn't know what to say.

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Later that night he couldn't sleep, he genuinely felt bad that his so-called friends attacked you like that. He was also surprised by your ability to hold your ground against at least four boys. Of course, his feelings were not wanted but he couldn't stop himself from being a little guilty.

He stood up, getting out of his hammock quietly and leaving for some fresh air. He walked the beach for a little while, until he saw you sitting on a rock by yourself.

You missed your home; this wasn't your home. During the night, you would sneak out of your bed and sit on a nearby rock that faced the spot where you first arrived. You sighed, rubbing your braids in frustration.

Your mother had just finished doing your hair before bed and rubbing your hands through your clean and neat braids made you feel a little calmer. Then you heard a splash next to you, scaring you and causing you to fall in the water.

You held in a squeak not trying to wake up anyone and get in trouble. When you resurfaced you saw a wet Aonung had taken your spot and smirked down at you." Did I scare you?" He whispered in a mocking tone, and you rolled your eyes getting back on the rock. He noticed tear stains down your face, but he didn't mention them, a bit afraid to make the conversation even more tense.

The rock was small, so you were rather close to Aonung when you climbed back up, legs practically sticking together. You didn't really care to be honest; he was fine when he shut his mouth, which wasn't often if you're honest.

" What do you want?" You broke the silence and he shrugged." Was bored, came to bother you." He said matter of fact, and you rolled your eyes again." Were you watching me or something, creep." You scowled at him, and he scoffed.

" You wish I was that into you." His ears back as he grumbled." Me? The person you called a 'five fingered freak' the first night we met?" You cocked your head." Hmm, yes what is more desirable than that? I just love when you say mean things to me." You grabbed your heart dramatically, placing your head on his shoulder and looking into his eyes.

He scrunched his face in disgust and pushed you. Not hard enough to knock you off the rock but pushing you to sit up off him. A silence fell over the two of you and you stared straight into the darkness of the sky. From the corner of your eyes, you could see him continuously glanced at you.

You huffed in annoyance, your brows furrowing." What? In love with me?" You teased and he scoffed turning his head away, but he didn't get up from his spot." Aww you aree." You continued to tease, and you moved onto your knees poking his cheek.

He hissed at you in annoyance grabbing your wrist and pulling it from his face." If your so annoyed at my teasing, leave." You offered, looking into his eyes." This is my rock; I can be here whenever I want to." His jaw clenched; cheeks tinted with blush from embarrassment.

You laughed at him; he immediately covered your mouth." Sh, you're gonna get us in trouble." He hissed and you finished up giggling before grabbing his fingers and wrist to move his hand from your face. " Why are you out here on your rock?" You asked in a teasing tone, but you were genuinely curious.

He pulled his hand from yours and his ears went back. He tensed up uncomfortably and you stared at him waiting for him to respond." Are you going to continue to stare at me?" He scowled and you nodded." Give me an answer and I'll leave you alone."

He sighed, his shoulders dropping but still tense." I felt bad for the incident this morning." He admitted, much to his annoyance you smirked at him." You felt bad for me??" You placed a hand on your chest, dramatically acting surprised.

You were, you never expected him to apologize for anything. You bumped his shoulder." You suck but I don't blame you." You grinned at his annoyance, and he pulled his hand out of yours.

" 'Kay, now leave me alone." He demanded and you scoffed returning to your original position facing forward. You both stared forward for a while, the air around you becoming peaceful. When he was like this you didn't mind being around him, alone he's fine but his friends make him a demon. He was still annoying of course and was rude, but he was quieter and calm.

He was Tonowari's son, but he took mostly after his mom. Her first impression being rude and aggressive towards your family, just how Aonung has been towards all of you since you got here. Moments like this though, made the qualities he got from his father more noticeable.

You hummed and got up to leave, he eyed you for a moment." Wait." he called out and you turned around, raising a brow." Desperate for more of my attention already?" You giggled but you soon became quiet when you saw how serious his face was.

" I am serious." He grabbed your hand and pulled you down next to him." I really do feel bad for what they did. Ganging up on a girl like that is a shit thing to do."

" Even for you? King of mean." You grabbed a piece of his hair and pulled it; he swatted your hand away." Do you ever take anything seriously!" He raised his voice in aggravation and it was your turn to shush him.

You placed a finger on his mouth as he went to reply with some snarky remark." I do, just not things that have already happened." You bit your lip." You actually didn't do anything wrong this time, but it was nice of you to apologize for something for once."

He bit his tongue to hold back a rude comment he was about to make." You know you're not so bad to look at when your mouth is shut." You confidently stated and he blinked at you. Surprised by your relaxed attitude, he's never seen you so calm before.

he decided at this moment he wanted to know why you were on this rock, his rock according to him. " Why did you come out here?" He asked, he thought he knew the answer that you wanted to get away from all of the drama and tension surrounding you right now.

You sighed, looking back towards the view." I just miss my home." You bent your head down, your hair blocking his view of your face." I hate it here." You admitted in a whisper, if he wasn't holding his breath for your reply, he wouldn't have heard you.

He felt bad now, he never took into consideration that none of you actually wanted to move. You had to, if he was in your position, he definitely wouldn't want his family in the middle of a war. He cautiously placed a hand on you shoulder and you didn't shake it off. You leaned into his touch a bit.

He didn't respond, I mean what could he say to something he knows nothing about. He's never dealt with war or being the main target of their attack. He's never had to move the entirety of his life and never witnessed death as he's positive you have.

" Ya know..." He started and you looked up at him, waiting for him to continue." This rock isn't actually mine." He shrugged, trying to lighten to mood a bit, you chuckled rolling your eyes." Yeah, no shit."

You guys continued to talk for almost the rest of the night, and he actually was starting to like you. Accepting your differences wasn't so hard, especially when it belonged to a beautiful and strong girl such as yourself.

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[kissitbttr]

how eddie and mean!cheerleader ‘s relationship started(sort of)

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eddie hates parties. he hates seeing bunch of horny kids’ sweaty bodies grinding up against each other, acting recklessly on the dance floor. the broken glasses spilling all over and not to mention, the sight of puke that’s making him nauseous. he fucking hates it.

and yet here he is, standing in the corner of a room with a red solo cup in his hand. slowly sipping his beer in disgust as he lets his eyes wanders around the crowd. if it wasn’t for steve and robin begging for him to go, he wouldn’t. he’d rather lounge around in his own sacred place, getting high and jacking off to some nude model from one of those centerfolds.

“munson!” he hears someone call out his name, seeing steve himself walking over to him with a big smile on his face. “why aren’t you having fun? come on man, this is supposed to be a party!”

“yeah not feeling it right now, thanks.” eddie rolls his eyes, “I don’t get how you like this shit. they’re basically going shitfaced every minute, doing beer chugs until one of them passes out and i saw one dude getting butt naked by the pool. and what the fuck is up with the drinks? this beer smells like gasoline.”

“it’s just people having fun” steve states, brows furrowing at eddie’s lack of excitement. “come on man, you deserve this! you killed all those demo bats at the upside down, you saved the day! you should be celebrating.”

“one, that was nearly a month ago. and two, that shit i went through, nearly buried me 6 feet under Harrington. and they took a huge chunk out of my guts to prove it. but thanks for the reminder” he rolls his eyes, chugging down the drink before throwing the cup away. “i’m gonna go and get freshen up.”

as he walks away, he hears steve saying something along like ‘don’t be a pussy and go get drunk, munson!’ making him smile while shaking his head. he’s definitely not getting wasted tonight. not in a place like this at least.

after 10 minutes of shoving a few bodies and trying to find the bathroom, he finally gets to breathe. cursing to himself due to the full packed house.

“jesus, can’t believe people enjoy this type of thing” he mutters, opening the bathroom door before kicking it close with his leg. “I’m definitely killing harrington and buckley tomorrow.”

eddie leans himself back against the sink, rummaging through the pocket of his denim vest trying to find the pre-rolled blunt he did. he sighs in relief when he realizes he hasn’t lost it. putting it between his lips and lighting it before inhaling the earthy smoke of the joint.

“so glad that i brought you” he breathes out, eyeing the blunt between his fingers with a smile.

this is heaven for him. being alone and away from stupid people. just smoking up a good quality of weed without anyone bothering him. the only thing missing is his music tapes and magazines to skim through. but at least he has the bathroom all for himself.

or at least, that’s what he thinks.

the door suddenly bursts open, making him startle as he chokes, coughing rather loudly. eddie quickly waves the smoke away with his hands—obviously it’s not doing anything— before sneaking the light back into his pocket before crouching down next to the toilet to put the weed out,

“don’t any of you ever learn how to knock?” he grumbles, mainly upset because he only took one hit of the blunt. as he dusts the ashes with the sleeve of his t shirt, he hears a chuckle from behind.

“at least you weren’t getting your dick sucked when i walked in.”

eddie quickly turns around, nearly knocking his head against the sink. and his heart almost falls completely down to his ass. it’s her. y/n y/l/n. standing before him with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. wearing the shortest pink dress he has ever seen on a person. he looks up to her with eyes widen in shock.

he’s going to pass out.

“shit, s-sorry y/n. i thought you were someone else” he chuckles nervously, slowly standing up to face her. clutching the back of his neck,

scoffing, she closes the door behind her before locking it. moving to stand in front of the dirty mirror perched on the wall, pulling out a pink tube. “you thought i was an asshole with a penis?”

he laughs a bit, nodding. “yeah. wouldn’t end well if it were.”

“why?” she asks, puckering her lips to swipe the gloss across it.

he shrugs, “cause they’ll probably beat me till I’m unconscious. knowing that the freak of hawkins went to their party.” eddie keeps his eyes down, afraid that if he looks at her, he’d be stuttering like crazy

“those morons?” she points her manicured finger towards the door, eyes turning around to look at the long haired boy. “you don’t have to be scared of them you know? they have micro dicks for a brain. bet can’t even throw a good punch. you okay, though?”

eddie slowly tears his gaze away from the floor, eyes squinting in curiosity. why is the hottest girl in school trying to make a conversation with him? isn’t she dating one of jason’s goons? is this some sort of a sick prank so she can tell it to her boyfriend that he tries to make a move on her? millions of thoughts running through his mind and he can’t seem to think.

“uh sorry y/n, I don’t mean to be rude but why are you talking to me?” he stares at her, who keeps eyeing on him like a hawk, making it impossible for him to act like a normal person. he’s really trying.

she cocks an eyebrow. “am i not allowed to do that, eddie?”

dear fucking ozzy. she knows his name?!

“n-no! i mean yes! well not really. it’s just that-“ he cuts himself off by leaning a bit closer to her. “you’re dating one of jason’s friends aren’t you? if he found out that we’re talking, I’m screwed princess.”

“oh that” she rolls her eyes feeling disinterested, turning around before jumping herself up to sit on the sink. “we broke up.”

“really?” eddie’s eyes bug out hearing it. she lets out a ‘yup’ for confirmation. “sorry to hear that. what happened?”

“i found him fucking another girl in his car just last week.” she sighs, lips turning into a frown. “and as a revenge, i ruined his car with a crowbar”

she smiles proudly at him few seconds after, legs are swinging back and forth in happiness making his heart skips a beat. how does she looks so cute and hot at the same time while doing it? it doesn’t make any sense to him!

“no shit! you serious?” he laughs out loud, hands clapping as if he had just witnessed an amazing performance. “hands down, metal shit I’ve ever heard.”

“metal?” she tilts her head to the side,

“oh it just means crazy. . . what you did.” he replies, mentally slapping himself on the forehead for saying such thing. “pretty cool”

“metal, huh?” she grins, finding him to be looking a bit shy so damn cute. he’s probably feeling stupid after that thing he just said. but she doesn’t think that. she’s met more stupid men in her life. “that’s adorable. I’m putting that on the dictionary.”

he cannot believe what he’s hearing. did his super hot, long time cheerleader crush just call him adorable?? sure, she probably wasn’t actually complimenting him but it’s still the same thing right?

“so uh” he begins, clearing his throat, trying to ignore how red she makes his cheeks go. “why are you here and not out at there? not that I mind!”

“it’s getting way too stuffy out there.” she flips her hair back, tongue clicking against her teeth. “and the beer tastes like shit. it felt like i was downing a gasoline.”

“right” he agrees, pulling off a soft smile. remembering the exact thing he had described about it. “so fucking cheap too i bet. you’re telling me a guy who lives in a place like this couldn’t at least buy a decent drink.”

hearing that makes her giggle, sending butterflies straight to eddie’s stomach. proud of himself for making her laugh.

“very accurate” she responds, tapping her pink nails against the sink.

eddie learns that she likes to keep her focus on someone when she talks. and in this context, she keeps looking at him. wether it’s because she’s interested in what he is saying or that she wants him to keep up the conversation.

either way, he has no idea what to say. he blames it on the weed and that weird-ass beer he had earlier for making him feel like this.

or it could be just her, and that look she has going on. causing his cock to twitch a bit under his jeans.

“you do know that this isn’t the first time we talked, right?” he asks, crossing his arms as he stands before her, leaning himself back against the wall. “I don’t know if you remembered this but in soph-“

“ sophomore year. chemistry class. yeah you almost burned down the whole class with that experiment shit you had going on and i nursed your hand before it came out looking like freddy krueger.” she cuts him off, nodding in affirmation

“exactly” he bites his lip, trying to hide the grin at the fact she remembers at the memory. even his burnt finger. “and your ex almost killed me when he saw you holding my hand”

“oh god” she groans, hands going up to cover her face. “don’t remind me. he’s basically 99% jackass. i didn’t even know why i ever went out with him. he treated me like a fucking object.”

“then why did you?” he can’t help but ask, searching for an answer on her face.

sighing, her eyes going a little bit sad as her shoulders start to slump forward. hesitating to tell him the truth. he notices and quickly starts to apologize,

“i’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry. you don’t have to if you don't wanna.” he doesn’t like seeing her upset, especially because of him.

with a wave of her hand, she tells him it’s no big deal. “well.. i think” she begins with a sigh, trying to find the perfect words for it. “i needed someone to pay attention to me. . . I don’t care how they see me as to what, i just wanted it. i craved it. wether as a bed warmer or as someone they wanted to spend the rest of their life with. it’s pathetic i know.” a humorless laugh escapes her mouth,

eddie listens. he carefully listens to every single word she’s saying as he stares at her intently. deep down, he wants to tell her that he could be that person. to love and protect her

“but all of that, it’s because i don’t think i will ever be good enough for the kind of love that makes me feel safe and happy. so i take what i can get.” she’s embarrassed to admit that. because it’s the one thing that she has been hiding for a long time. refusing to let anyone see her weakness. even her friends,

and eddie’s heart just breaks at the last sentence. how could she ever think that? whoever broke her heart in the first place for making her feel like that deserves a special place in hell. it irks him for her to think that she’s not good enough for anyone, and how she’s willing to sacrifice her own happiness for someone completely heartless. who doesn’t even give a shit about her.

he shares the same mutual feeling when it comes to love. insecurity. perhaps even more than what she’s feeling. because who in this school actually wanted to care for a freak? he tries to cover all these feelings with a facade so that people won’t figure out how much they actually hurt him. but he doesn’t mind. he’s used to it by now.

“and i get it. it took a long while but i get it now. maybe it’s what i deserve. at least that’s what Brandon told me every time we had a fight. yet somehow, i kept crawling back to his ass”

now he really wants to smash her ex boyfriend in the face.

he looks at her quizzically, finding it hard to believe every word that comes out of her mouth.” that’s not true.” he replies, shaking his head in disagreement. “y/n, you don’t know how much of a good person you really are, do you?”

she frowns. “I don’t think so.”

“well, i beg to differ. you’re actually the coolest and most fun person I’ve ever known and I’m not just talking about what you did to your ex’s car.”

“really?” she softly asks, eyes hopeful,

he nods vigorously. “really.” eddie still could see that she’s doubtful so he continues, “i see how you look out for your friends. protecting them to the extend is truly something I’ve always admired about you. also you’re not afraid to use violence for that matter. because i remember perfectly what you did to a girl back in middle school which terrifies the fuck out of me to be honest. so remind me to never get on your bad side.”

with an eye roll, she kicks him lightly with her heel earning a small laugh from him. “i’m not violent.” she disagrees. clueless to why he thinks that

“oh yeah sure” he put his hands up with a sarcastic look, “also . . . you’re really really fucking gorgeous.”

y/n notices how he quickly looks down when he says it, almost like too shy to meet her eyes. toeing the floor with the heel of his shoe, something he does when he gets nervous. and how could he not? especially knowing for sure that her eyes remain stuck on his figure.

but he knows that being embarrassed is such a wasted emotion. so with that, he glances back at her. catching a smirk on her face while she’s chewing down her bottom lip, and he regrets it instantly.

“okay you know what, you need to stop looking at me like that, i can’t focus for shit.” he states, finger pointing at her in a playful way, not liking how easy it is for him to mold in front of her. but his eyes can't help to flicker down her lips every now and then.

“me?” she asks playfully, showing off a toothy grin as he sends her a look. “aw. you’re not so bad yourself, eddie. when you got on top of that table in the cafeteria, calling jason’s ass out and telling the rest of the basketball team to fuck off? gold.”

“I thought we’re only talking about you?” he jokes, “well, i live to please others. thank you.” he bows, hearing her giggle more at his cute self.

“no but seriously, you’re so handsome. you know that, right? and cute, funny, outspoken” she reaches out to twirl her finger around his soft curls, making him halt. “and you play guitar so well! are you and your band, the corroded coffin is it? do you guys still play?”

“w-wait” he blinks rapidly to make sure this isn’t a dream. “you remember?”

“of course i do. you performed at the talent show. singing one of your favorite song from that one metal band I forgot the name of.” she replies as a matter of factly, “i like your dimples, by the way.”

he gulps when she pokes his cheek, she doesn’t truly realize the effect she has on him. it’s driving him crazy. and how her finger slowly starts to trail down his washed denim vest, grazing against the ‘black sabbath’s enamel he has pinned on the top left breast.

“i uh” he responds in his neutral face—or at least trying— but fail miserably to hide the shy glint across his face. “i mean what i said y/n”

“about?”

“you, obviously.” he looks at her, finding the confidence in his voice. stepping a bit closer towards the girl.“you’re good enough. for everything and for anyone. especially for the kind of love that you’ve been longing for. please don’t let him or anyone at all tell you differently. you deserve everything good”

her heart begins to melt after hearing the genuineness laced in his tone. never once did she ever hear that coming from a guy’s mouth, even the guys she used to date. and to see eddie’s eyes looking deeply into hers as if he’s looking for some sort of certainty just makes her want to pull him in for a kiss.

it’s like he’s refusing to look away until she knows that she’s good enough.

“you mean that?” she hopefully asks, seeing him nod. “you’re so …. sweet, eddie.”

“yeah well i try” he laughs softly, shrugging his shoulders. “another thing, you’re crazy fucking sexy. the fact that you’re the only cheerleader who cut her skirt shorter than the rest just seems badass. but I’m not a pervert okay! i just happen to be observant. so obvious every time i see you perform.”

“oh my god” she throws her head back in laughter, trying not to let his words affect the rhythm of her heartbeat. when in reality, the moment he spoke to her, she has been trying to keep a subtle composure. “you thought of me then?”

the cute voice when she asked the question, nearly draws his knees down to the floor. he’s starting to love the comfort and safe space she gives him. something that he has been searching for in a while. a long while

“i think everyone in this school has. you’re like a walking dream. every single guy i know wants to be with you.” he blurts out, stepping closer towards her but just enough to leave a space between them. “can you do something for me, y/l/n?”

“ and what’s that?” she smiles graciously at him, crossing her legs together

“promise yourself that you won’t go back to him? promise yourself that you will no longer sacrifice your own happiness for anyone that ever does you wrong”

with that, she turns speechless. but for a good reason. she has only spent less than an hour with him and yet, he cares about her like he has known her forever. it seems like eddie genuinely cares about her, especially her feelings.

eddie wants nothing but the best for her and it makes her feel so. . . good and warm on the inside. now, she’s no mind reader, but something tells her that eddie munson is not a bad person. he’s not manipulative like 99% of the male population in school.

this is the man that the whole town painted as a satanic cult leader?

“oh eddie“ she inhales a sharp breath, lips pouting at how adorable he looks. do his eyes have always been that chocolate?“i promise.”

he puffs out a breathe of relief. “good. you deserve more than whatever that asshole could give you.” his fingers softly tucking a hair behind her ear, grazing his knuckles gently against her bare arm. “now, I think we’ve been cooped up in this bathroom far too long. let’s go back to the party shall we?”

he unlocks the door, ready to go back out there but not after he lets her leave first. because eddie doesn’t want to risk anyone catching the two of them being together.

“actually” he hears her say, jumping off the sink before looking up at him. eyes glinting with excitement. “wanna grab some eats? we can go to a diner and order some burgers and fries, perhaps some pretzels too. I’m not supposed to eat carbs till next week but I’m fucking starving.” she groans, her stomach grumbling,

“you asking me out or what, princess?” he asks cockily, arms crossed. seeing her intertwining her own hands while giving a small shrug,

“maybeee” she sings, giving him a subtle wink before reaching out to grab his hand. “come on, do you want to or not? scratch that, i know you do. this fucking party blows. so let’s go!”

he chuckles when she grips his hand—almost possessively—while guiding him out of the bathroom. then he stops after realizing what she’s doing. his eyes searching around to see if anyone sees them yet, making her turn to him with a confused look.

“what’s wrong?”

“people will notice,” he mumbles to her, “and jason wouldn’t like it if he saw this.” eddie gestures their interlock hands

“oh wow, look at how much i gave an actual fuck" she sasses in a monotone voice. "listen, i’ve kicked jason’s balls before, twice. i would kick some more of his friends’s if i have to. they can stare all they want.” her tone sounds threatening, but she does it only to let him know that no one is going to hurt him, “plus I’m starting to like you eddie. and you are not going anywhere from now on. that’s facts.”

he swears if god is really up there, he needs to thank him for creating an angel like herself. who’s willing to beat someone up for him. he’s never had that before. he doesn’t think even his friends are willing to do that.

and when she mentioned about her liking him? yeah, that’s enough for him to follow wherever she wants to take him. he just hopes that this thing between the two of them could turn into something good.

with a smile, eddie extends his other hand. “lead the way then, beautiful.”

-

i know this is too simple but I didn't want to overcomplicate it. hope you guys like it!

#eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x mean!cheerleader #eddie munson smut #eddie things

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love in closeness | v.v

ville can be clingy when he wants to be.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, a lot of mentions of sex/suggestive content, everyone is drinking

word count: 6.6k

tags: @asskickedbygirl @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @kissofdawn666 @brandons-wife @valos-venus-doom

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"I'm bringing an amp to your house. For you to keep there." That sentence, which your boyfriend had uttered to you the morning before he was due to arrive at your apartment for the next two weeks, was playing in your head as you got a text alerting you that he and Bam were close by. That, in turn, meant that Ville was undoubtedly due to show up with a bunch of junk in tow, all of which he would end up leaving when he eventually had to fly back home. If he wasn't who he was…

Despite the promise of your apartment ending up trashed by the same time tomorrow, you were almost bouncing on your feet as you eagerly awaited Bam and Ville's arrival. They were both coming from Helsinki together, so it was essentially a homecoming for the both of them.

However, you immediately started to regret being excited when you suddenly heard the lock slide out of place on your front door.

"This place is a fucking dump! Next time I'm staying in a goddamn hotel!" Bam was inside the second the door was open, and you frowned when Ville didn't appear behind him. Of course he was already complaining with his first breath of air in your apartment, and you threw a hand in the air.

"What's your problem? And where's Ville?" You sighed, already seeing how this day was going to go based on Bam's clear hyperactive bad mood. He cast a venomous look out towards the hall.

"Your fucking elevator is broken. Again. And he's bringing the amp and shit up." He explained like it was obvious. You rolled your eyes, because of course he was complaining about having to walk up two flights of stairs, before sliding out of your seat.

"You just left him to grab everything by himself, asshole?" Bam really was something special. He held up his singular backpack like that was any sort of explanation for his shortcomings, and you just sighed again before stepping around him and out into the hall.

You almost laughed when you realized you could hear the very audible sound of your boyfriend grumbling to himself in the stairwell, and you started your way down to help him with quick feet.

"You better be coming down to grab your shit, you prissy little bitch." Clearly he thought you were Bam, because there was no way in hell he would've ever found the audacity to say something like that to you.

"What, not enough muscle to carry it yourself, pussy?" You teased, still unable to see him as you talked over the sound of muffled thudding that told you Bam had truly abandoned all of his stuff in Ville's care to dash up the stairs just to unlock your door with Ville's key. Ville chuckled at your words, the thudding coming to a stop.

"Sorry, love. Thought you were that little fuckhead that told me he had to take a piss so that he didn't have to carry anything." Ville's tone as he apologized was much softer at hearing your voice, and just as you turned the corner and almost ran directly into him, your response fell dead on your lips as you caught a full look at him.

Ville Valo, infamous for his long, dark brown locks, had cut his hair. Right up to his ears. After having long hair throughout the extent of almost your entire relationship. Your jaw dropped, and he gave you a look like he had no idea why you seemed so shocked.

"Thought I would've gotten a little bit more of an enthusiastic welcome." He grumbled in the face of your silence, unable to do anything but stand there considering he had a backpack and a guitar case on his back, his suitcase with the amp balanced on top in one hand, and Bam's suitcase in the other hand. "What the hell are you staring at?"

"You cut your hair!" You finally found it in you to gasp, hand coming up to brush your fingers through the freshly-chopped strands where they went short at the nape of his neck where they used to extend past his shoulders. Obviously he still looked deliciously fucking handsome (even more so since not seeing him for the past three weeks), but you were in true shock.

"Yes. Thought if I told you about it on the phone you'd tell me not to." He said, as if his plan was the clearest thing in the world. "Now take some of this shit before I break my goddamn back."

Your jaw did not move from its dropped position even as the two of you made it up to the apartment where your front door was open, and you went right back into being in awe when you were able to drop all of the stuff in your hands and fully stare at a now-short-haired Ville.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me." That went for Bam too, considering he had obviously known about it and had yet said nothing to warn you.

"It's just a haircut." Ville said irritably as he finally emptied all of the stuff out of his hands as well, immediately going for you despite his tone and enveloping you in a hug so tight that it pulled just a bit of a whine out of you. You leaned back to give him a kiss, inhaling his scent for the first time in weeks as you smiled against his lips.

"Yeah, he got that done in the airport while we were waiting for our plane. The barber looked like someone you would see in a Russian torture film." Bam snickered, revealing Ville's clear lack of care over what the result of his new look was going to be. As he broke your kiss, Ville rolled his eyes.

"Does it look like it was done by a Russian torture actor?" He asked dryly, running his fingers through said hair and scratching at his scalp slightly just as your fingers came up to do the same.

"No. It looks really fucking good." You reassured as you eyed him pointedly, only getting about two seconds of being able to feel his new haircut before he was pulling your hand away from his head.

"Yeah. You look like Antonio Banderas." Bam added after you, already starting to rifle through the bag of food that had been sticking out of his backpack as he spoke. Ville smirked at that, and you gave Bam an unimpressed look at his stroking of Ville's ego.

"Where did you get that?" You narrowed your eyes at the amp that was now sitting in the middle of the floor with animosity, knowing that there was a good chance it was only going to be used when you least wanted it to.

"The airport." Ville looked more than proud of himself as he revealed his answer. Sometimes, when actually in the airport, you wondered if anyone actually fell for the marketing schemes of overpriced garbage that no one would ever want to buy in an airport...and then you remembered that Ville fell for all of it. "You can get anything your heart desires in those places. I thought you would've known that."

"Yeah, but I'm not just throwing out cash for a bunch of junk I see in store windows." That was a little bit of a pointed statement on your part, but you couldn't help yourself. You were fine with Ville being a self-proclaimed 'collector', as long as it wasn't your house he was collecting in. "Speaking of, what other junk did you get at the airport?"

"About...fifteen different sandwiches." Ville said, motioning to where Bam was still digging through his stuff. When you looked to both of the newcomers for an explanation, you just got defensive looks in response.

"You never have any food! I was hungry!" Bam explained, jabbing an insulting finger in the general direction of your fridge. You scoffed.

"You bought a bunch of sandwiches for the vegetarian? Seriously?" Your fridge was, in fact, empty, but you had planned on taking everyone out to bring back food, so you weren't all that worried about it. However, apparently Bam was a couple steps ahead of you.

"I’m gonna go get takeout while you...have fun with that." Bam motioned to the amp, which Ville had abandoned you in favor of dropping right down on the floor in front of and beginning to fuck with it after he had plugged it in with his guitar case next to him. You shot him a death stare.

"Great. I assume you'll immediately want my car, then." Lending out your car when Bam and Ville had no doubt been served full of liquor on their flight didn't exactly appeal to you, but it was your only chance to have some alone time with Ville, so you were making do. Bam grinned, already grabbing your keys off the counter.

"I’ll be gone for like, ten minutes tops so don't start going at it right in the middle of the floor." He warned, motioning to exactly where Ville was currently sitting. You snickered while Ville just flipped him off, and then Bam was heading towards the door to be the nice one (for once) and retrieve dinner. He said nothing else as he carted off and out the door, slamming it way too hard on the way out before his footsteps faded down the hall. You then turned to your preoccupied boyfriend.

"Wanna start going at it right in the middle of the floor?" You joked as you made your way closer to him, still half-staring at how short his hair was against the back of his neck where he was turned away from you.

"Hold on. In the middle of something." He muttered, and you could see that he was making sure he had all the plugs for the amp. You sighed, rubbing a hand down his shoulder from behind him.

"Will that explode and be gone in the time it takes to make out with me?" You asked dryly, teasing his obsession with instruments as he finally turned to look at you with an unimpressed face.

"I suppose not." And then, thankfully, he was getting back up, making sure to rise to his full height directly in your face just to be a little shit. "Just can't keep away from me, eh?"

"Not when you've been gone for three weeks." You shot right over his teasing, throwing your arms back around his waist and tilting your chin up to him with a pout that told him exactly what you wanted. He hummed at your words, reaching up a hand to cup your cheek before he was giving you another kiss, this one longer and less appropriate than the one he had given you in front of an audience. Once again, you couldn't help but smile against his lips, so elated to have him back that it was preventing you from fully kissing him the right way. "Mm! I'm just so glad you're home."

"Me fucking too." He sighed as he broke away. It sent a burst of warmth through you that he agreed so smoothly with your calling your place his home, and you couldn't help but hold his face in your hands and just beam at him like an idiot.

"I can't believe you cut your hair." Okay. Maybe you sounded a little bit like a broken record. But to give yourself some credit, he'd just gone and done it without telling you, and it had been getting long. When you saw him start to look exasperated again, you saved yourself. "What am I supposed to pull on now?"

"For fuck's sake, woman. I'm not bald." You clearly didn't save yourself enough, however, because his groan was more than dramatic as he lolled his head in your hands. "I even asked the man to wash my hair, just for you."

"Thank you." You cooed, pushing your fingers through his hair again just to feel the completely clean strands. When his eyes closed slightly at the feeling, you leaned up to press a couple kisses to his cheek. "I love you and I missed you, grouch."

"God, I've never been so glad to see your face. Bam was driving me up a fucking wall this trip." Ville groaned, hugging you again and staying there as he dipped his head to rest on your shoulder. You snickered, because who knew what kind of shit they'd been getting into while they'd been together.

"What, did he try sneaking into your bed or something?" As much of a jab at him as that was, it could've very well been the correct answer. Bam had a habit of getting 'lonely' when he was drunk. It was usually how your bed ended up with three people in it instead of two like it was supposed to.

Ville just shushed you in response, which about gave you your answer, before breaking away and leaning back slightly to inspect you.

“Almost forgot what you looked like.” He joked, reaching out a hand to pull the collar of your shirt down to expose your cleavage with a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes, brushing his hand away and then doing a little shirt pulling of your own (which was lifting the hem of his so that you could look at his tattoo). And he just stood there and let you, too.

After not seeing your favorite of his tattoos for so long, you were having a hard time pulling your eyes back to his face.

"I don't know how the hell you got this done so young." As you spoke, you absentmindedly brushed a finger to drag across the design on his lower stomach. He then quickly pulled your hand away, giving you a warning look.

"Because I hoped that women would do things like that." He concluded, grabbing your other hand when you tried to do it again and then effectively holding you hostage in his strong grip. "I didn't ever picture I'd end up with a woman with your skill in invading my space, though."

"Aw, that's so sweet." You said sourly, shooting him a look as you wriggled out of his grasp and sighed while looking at all of the bags they had carted up into your not-very-big apartment. "You know, you don't have to move your entire apartment along with you every time you come."

"What fun would that be? I like having everything." Ville said as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your hips and setting his chin on your shoulder. "You know what else I like having?"

"What?" Judging by the tone of his voice and his word choice, you had a pretty good idea of where he was going with this conversation, and you could feel yourself starting to smile.

"My cock inside of you." He finished off with exactly what you expected him to say, fingers of his right hand skating your inner thighs as he basically draped himself against your back. You sighed in contempt, because you knew there was no way you had enough time to even get started.

"Don't tease me. Bam always comes back right when you're putting it in." You complained, holding his hand away so that he couldn't get you any more riled up than he already had. He chuckled lowly.

"I don't care. I'll wait until he’s back and still put it in." What a well-behaved, wholesome thing for him to say.

This was going to be an interesting first night together.

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Using the word 'together' for you and Ville's first night back together had been a hyperbole. Sure, you were in fact together, but so were the two of you and Bam. Which meant that you'd all been sitting around your living room drinking yourselves to shit while you all talked about stupid garbage for the past almost six hours.

"So, you would never let me use your bed for a hookup? Dude. That's so fucked." On the topic of how far the ‘bro code’ extended, Bam was dissing you for saying that you would never let him anywhere near your bed with anything less than all of his clothes on. "You have no idea what bro code even means."

"I don't want to go back to my bed the next night and roll into a giant crusty spot!" Plus, who the hell just voluntarily let people fuck in their bed? Ville slurred out a chuckle from where he was laying with his head on your thigh where your legs were crossed on the floor, opening his eyes that had closed while you absentmindedly played with strands of his hair.

"You're fine with crusty spots when they're mine." He pointed out unhelpfully, pulling raucous laughter out of Bam and himself while you just tried to hold a glare while also starting to laugh.

"Obviously you don't count, stupid." Plus, it wasn't like you had a choice considering Ville had some of the worst blowing-a-load aim you had ever seen.

"You should be more of a bro, Y/n. You two have used my bed to fuck before." Bam complained, jabbing a finger at you as he reminded you of a few of the times you and Ville had given him a little payback for copious amounts of immature behavior. You snickered as he shot you a dirty look, even though it had been a while since that had even happened.

"Yeah, but we didn't ask you. We just did it. You would've said no." Like a sensible fucking person. "Tell you what. If you can go an entire week without ever pulling stupid pranks on us, then you and Jenn can fuck yourselves silly in my bed. I'll even let you use my camcorder to film it."

"You'll have to buy new tape. That one's already really full." Ville really needed to work on his ability to keep things to himself once tequila entered the equation. Bam's face immediately screwed up.

"You two make sextapes?" He sounded appalled by the idea, and you silently wondered if he ever really paid any attention when you and Ville were around each other. Sometimes you passed the tapes you already had back and forth after you'd been away from each other or before you left each other right in front of him, for fuck's sake.

"Oh yeah. Long ones." Once again, Ville just kept talking. You paused your hand in his hair, moving your hand instead to cover his mouth so that he'd stop spilling your sexual escapades to the person who would take it as far as he possibly could just for the fun of it.

"We're adults, Bam. And we live in different places." You reminded him dryly. Sextapes guaranteed that Ville was looking at naked videos of you instead of shitty porn magazines that had been under his bed for the last ten years, so you counted it as a win.

"Dude, did you not see what happened to Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson?" Bam was clearly drunk enough to where he cared about your well-being, because he sounded completely serious. "You guys are like, the fucking same."

"Except ours are better. And there's a lot of them." Ville pulled your hand away from his mouth long enough to get that out, laughing like an idiot as Bam made a disgusted sound. You tried to cover his mouth again, also laughing, but failed as he held your fingers away in a tight grip. "Let's put one on and find out."

"Ville. Shut up." You groaned, wrestling with his hands as he continued to snicker at his grossing out everyone else in the room. "If anyone gets to watch our sextape, it'll be fair and square when it gets stolen and leaked to the public."

"You know, you two don't have to tell me everything. You can keep some things to yourself." Bam grumbled, getting up to get himself another drink after downing what was left in his glass. You scoffed as he walked past you.

"That wasn't even oversharing! Oversharing would've been telling you what's on the tapes." That time you really did hold your hand over Ville's mouth, because you knew he would definitely spill everything if you gave him the chance.

As Bam fucked around in the kitchen, Ville finally got your hand off of his mouth, an irritated look starting to form on his face as he shoved your hand away forcibly before turning on his side so that his face was pressed into both your leg and your side where you were still leaned over.

"Fucking hell." He muttered against your shirt, stretching out his arm to wrap around your hips as he rolled his body to do so. You laughed, because tequila always made him cuddly, before running your fingers through his hair again.

"What's wrong?" You asked softly, watching his legs splay out even further on the floor in front of you as he got comfortable on the hardwood. He hummed, rubbing your back absentmindedly with his fingers just brushing against the waistband of your jeans.

"I just fuckin' missed you so much." As well as turning into the king of oversharing when he drank tequila, he also got really love-drunk (no pun intended). Meaning you were about to be consistently told how much he liked you over and over again for the next couple hours or so. "You smell so good."

"Maybe you shouldn't have another drink." There was a slight chance it would get aggressive enough to where he'd cry, and you were pretty sure he didn't want that in front of Bam. He scoffed like that was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard, not moving his head from where it was buried but still raising a hand in the air and waving it.

"Another, bartender!" He called loudly enough to where it penetrated the air despite his face in your shirt, making you roll your eyes and in turn drawing Bam's attention towards the two of you.

"Hell no. Get your own." He said stubbornly as he finished loading up his 'mixed' drink with almost all tequila, leaving the bottle open right where it was on the counter as he came back towards you. He then snickered as he looked at Ville's position in your lap. "Ville, dude, you are so fucking pussy-whipped."

You watched as he dropped back down onto the couch and promptly spilled a little bit of his drink, earning himself a death stare from you. Ultimately, he was the one who had to sleep on it, but he could never have just a little consideration for your stuff. Ville finally sat up then, a grin on his face despite the insult.

"I'm the only one in this room getting pussy good enough to be whipped by." He announced loudly as he messily used your shoulder as leverage to pull himself up to standing, sounding more than proud of himself as he spoke. You shot him a dirty look as he gazed down at you without a single care in the world.

"Hey. I'm right here." You complained, elbowing his leg before standing up after him because you really didn't trust him to make smart decisions on his own in the kitchen. It was a compliment, sure, but not one appropriate for your present company.

"Dude. I literally have a girlfriend." Bam added, throwing a hand in the air like he felt left out for not being 'pussy-whipped'. Ville made a skeptical face.

"Yeah, but all you guys do is fight and hold out on each other. Can't really count that as good pussy. Or dick, for that matter." Ville essentially telling Bam that he was giving his girlfriend shitty dick made you laugh, and Bam just gave you both a betrayed look as he essentially pouted where he was sitting.

"Yep. I win." Ville concluded, holding a hand up for a high-five as you joined him in the kitchen. You refrained from doing so, ignoring his scoff of protest as you stepped around him to get the mixer juice you were using out of the fridge.

"Drink at least a little juice with that." You warned as you watched Ville sloppily fill his cup back up with tequila, one of your arms circling around his waist as you leaned into his side. He let out a disgruntled huff but took the orange juice from you, adding about a splash to his tequila to satisfy your request.

"American juice is fucking disgusting. Yankees ruin everything." Ville grumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before pulling out of your grasp despite the fact that he had just called you a Yankee.

"Hey. Don't be like that." Just because he couldn't get his 'natural alpine blueberry juice' or whatever in America didn't mean he had to go dissing everything he laid his eyes on in your house. "You're such a grouch."

"No I'm not. I love you." Suddenly Ville was pouting, and then he dipped down to press kisses to your cheek, abandoning his glass on the counter in favor of inhaling you in your personal space. You laughed and let him do so, arms around his waist as he held your face in both hands and kissed you over and over again.

"Ah! Stop! Your breath is horrible." You complained after his kisses transformed into being basically open-mouthed, trying to hold his head away while you continued to laugh at the same time. He broke away with an outraged look on his face.

"Did you just say my breath stinks?" He was about as self aware as a bird in a room made of glass. Tequila, a ton of Japanese takeout, an entire bag of chips, and cigarettes didn't exactly create a melting pot of smells that rivaled roses. You snickered and nodded, leaning up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek instead.

"I still love you though." You reassured, getting out of his grasp so that you could actually make the drink that you'd come into the kitchen for in the first place. He just scoffed before smacking your ass what felt like as hard as he could, squeezing, and then leaving the kitchen.

What a sweetheart.

When you came back to the living room area conversation, which you had been mostly ignoring due to the fact that Ville had no doubt indulged in hearing about Bam’s relationship, they were talking. And, low and behold:

"—obviously there's criteria. You can't just say you're good because she gives it whenever you cry for it." Ville was saying from where he had gone right back to laying on the floor as if he was waiting for you to come back so that you could sit where you had been before.

"I don't cry for it! If anyone cries for it, it's probably you, stupid." Bam defended himself hotly, jabbing a finger at Ville and leaning back further into his seat on the couch. You snorted at that, and Ville just shook his head with a huge grin on his face.

"If you cry for your mama, she'll give you her tit." He said in a very philosophical tone, looking up to you as you made it to where you were going to sit down next to him with nothing but a pleased look on his face. You wrinkled your nose, because that was a terrible analogy, and Bam just groaned.

"Dude. That is so gross." He complained, shaking his head and running a hand over his face before then throwing it in the air. "What's your criteria, then?"

"First off, your lovely significant other should actually want to spend time with you." Ville said pointedly, motioning around the room to the lack of Bam’s girlfriend that was present with all of you. She refused to come anywhere with Bam more often than not (mostly because they had a habit of getting in huge arguments when they traveled together), so Bam was always the solo flier.

"We spend time together. When none of you fuckers are around." Bam defended himself, staring at both you and Ville with nothing but animosity in his eyes as Ville situated his head in your lap where you were sitting criss-cross as he rolled his eyes.

"Doing what? Fighting about your bitchy attitudes?" He muttered, furthering everyone but Bam's point. You laughed at that, and Bam just pouted more as he took a long sip of his drink.

"Hm. Fighting about bitchy attitudes. Reminds me of someone." He was death staring your side of the living room, and you knew he was referring to a fight you'd had at his house the month before when the two of you had been visiting. You gave him a mockingly sour look in return.

"Ha ha, dickhead." Clearly you'd gotten over that by now, considering Ville had manually moved your palm to rest against the side of his face so that you could brush your thumb back and forth across his cheek. "That was one time. You and Jenn fight like that all the time."

"Whatever you s—"

"Second, we have to have all overheard something shockingly vile of the sexual nature out of the both of you." Ville talked right over Bam's being a douche, holding up a second finger as he spoke. "And I've heard nothing but you specifically."

"And that doesn't count." You added, because you'd heard more than enough of what Bam and Jenn got up to once they were anywhere near each other; privacy available or not. If Ville had ever been as loud as Bam when you were as close to people as Jenn and Bam sometimes were, you would've kicked his ass.

"Ugh. That's not fair. What are you like, standing outside the door listening in?" Bam whined, throwing a hand in the air as he spoke. That wasn't a very based accusation, considering the amount of times Bam had hid outside your door and decided to burst in at unsavory moments just to prank you and Ville.

"You never know. I could start." Ville teased, wiggling his eyebrows at your pouting friend before he lifted his head just enough to where he could take a long sip of his tequila with minimal spilling. It being ‘minimal’ because a small stream started to roll sideways down his cheek, and you only caught it just in time before it ran right onto your crotch. "Alright, I'll give you an easier one. Has she ever asked you for a third?"

Bam hesitated a little bit at that, which would've about given Ville his answer had he been sober enough to pay attention to body language cues. You pursed your lips to hide a smile, because you were well aware of the fact that Bam had asked Jenn for a third, instead answering for him to save his ass from what would've been a whole show of tequila-induced, cackling-filled ridiculing from Ville had he found out the truth.

"She told me once that she had a huge crush on Ryan at the start of their relationship." That was true, and also common knowledge amongst everyone in the room besides Ville, so it was safe. Bam visibly relaxed as Ville started hyperventilating-laughing.

"Perfect! Maybe he's her type." He was clearly trying to start shit, because poking at Bam and Jenn's relationship in any way that Bam didn't start himself was basically a guarantee for a fight. Thankfully, Bam seemed drunk enough beyond caring. Ville was already talking again anyway, and he was looking right up at you. "When did she tell you that? When you were doing lady things together?”

Sometimes, you were deeply reminded of why men were so clearly the inferior species. You frowned.

“What does ‘lady things’ even mean?” You asked dryly, not sure if you even wanted to hear the answer to that. Bam was snickering, and Ville just looked glad that you’d asked.

"I don't know. Whatever women do. Get nails done, drink martinis, have pillow fights..." He trailed off with a simple shrug of a single shoulder, sounding pretty confident with his answer. That pulled a full laugh out of Bam, and you rolled your eyes.

"I don't do any of that." Well, sometimes you did have pillow fights, but that was only when Ville decided it would be funny to absolutely obliterate your head with a pillow out of nowhere. When Ville held up your hand where you had long, dark red nails as evidence for his first answer, you shook your head. "I did those myself. You were there."

"No. What girls do is order gross, fruity mixed drinks and then talk about sex with their friends for like, two hours straight." Bam filled Ville in as soon as he stopped laughing. Ville’s eyes lit up at that information.

"Oh! Why don't we ever do that?" He sounded more than excited by the idea, and you snickered because you knew that if he had been sober, he would’ve never participated in anything close to that.

“We are not doing that. Reign it in.” You sighed, trying not to laugh so that you sounded serious enough to keep him from opening the floodgates of information that should’ve definitely stayed between the two of you.

"Tequila makes you way too comfortable, man." Bam agreed, giving Ville an unnerved look at his suggestion. Ville scoffed in response, waving him off irritatedly as he turned on his side so that his face was half in your crotch and half on your leg.

"You're all fucking downers. No one knows how to have fun in America."

—

It only took about another hour of Ville getting progressively more and more loose-lipped before you decided that it was going to have to be bedtime, which ended up being almost impossible to maneuver with Ville protesting and Bam requesting help getting set up for bed. When you finally got Bam set up on the couch with what felt like a million blankets, you returned to your room hoping that Ville had just passed out, only to find that that was absolutely not the case.

"You took for-fucking-ever." He whined sleepily from where he'd thankfully crawled into bed, rolling over to where you could see that he was sans-shirt and beckoning you lazily. "It's cold."

"I wish I could film you when you're like this and then show it to you in the morning." You teased as you turned off the light, heading towards the bed and shedding your pants on the way.

"I'm fine." Ville scoffed, voice a little quieter now that the room was dark. You could still see him due to the streetlights and neon signs that shined directly into your bedroom window considering people had no idea what a nighttime brightness level should be, and he was watching you intently as you crawled into bed after him.

"Fine as hell." You confirmed with a cheesy grin on your face, barely even touching down onto the mattress before he was rolling into your side of the bed and leeching himself onto you as you pushed your arm to rest underneath his head. You pressed a kiss to his cheek once you were comfortable next to him. "Do you want anything before I go to sleep?"

"I want you." He mumbled, his lips falling against your cheek as he dropped his face to rest against yours. You could feel his soft breath on your skin, and you continued to smile as both of his arms wrapped tightly around you. "Hold me."

Maybe you were a little biased when you said that tequila-drunk was your favorite version of drunk Ville.

"I am. I'm right here." You reached your hand to card gently through his hair, the feeling of his much shorter strands still a little foreign to you despite having had your hand on his head basically all night.

"Tighter." Despite that he wanted to deny that he was anything but fine, if sober Ville could hear how high of a whine he was currently speaking to me in, he would've been beyond annoyed. You breathed out a silent laugh but threw your free arm around his side, your nails scratching gently against his back as you got comfortable.

He seemed satisfied with your level of closeness then, and you felt him deep-exhale against your face before he completely stopped moving and settled in your arms with his eyes finally closed.

For about 30 seconds.

Just as you were beginning to feel alcohol-induced unconsciousness creeping up on you, Ville suddenly reanimated, pulling out of your grasp slightly and turning before he sat up on one elbow.

"I have something for you." He announced, talking completely over your exasperated sigh at how hard it was to put him to bed when he had even an ounce of energy still in his system at the end of the night.

"Honey, just stay in bed. You can give it to me tomorrow." You reasoned tiredly, reaching a hand up to gently cup his face before you let it fall softly to his chest. He shook his head.

"No. I have it." And then, in confusion, you watched as he pulled both hands away from you and before beginning to focus on his fingers. "Give me your hand."

You weren't sure if you liked the idea of giving him your hand, but you did so, setting your hand palm-up in his lap. You then realized that he was taking one of his rings off, and you became even more confused.

And then he was taking your hand gently by the wrist, holding it up so that he could see clearly, and slipping his pinky ring that matched a set of ten onto your left hand ring finger. Funnily enough, it fit perfectly, and he looked extremely proud of the fact. You stared at your hand for a second.

"Are you..." You weren't sure, but there was a very good chance that a love-drunk, tired Ville would propose to you off of enough tequila. He shook his head gently.

"Not a proposal. I just want you to have it because I love you." For how drunk he was, his voice came out completely calm and collected, his hand still holding your wrist as his thumb brushed across your palm.

"Oh my god, you are such a fucking sweetheart. I love you too." You were grinning like an idiot again despite your attempts to remain as calm as he was, and you immediately reached up to hold the back of his head at the same time he dipped down so that you could kiss him. As soon as your lips were on his he was leeching right back into your touch, and he kissed back lazily as he shrouded himself in your arms. When you broke away for air, you pressed an extra kiss to his temple. "I'm glad you came home, love."

"I never want to be away from you again." Ville mumbled almost inaudibly as he buried his face in your shoulder, basically bear-hugging you as you rubbed his back gently. "Hold me forever."

Like you said; such a sweetheart. You did exactly that, holding him and dragging your nails softly up and down his back until you heard him starting to snore against your neck as his grip around you gently started to loosen. You were finally able to fall asleep once he was no longer basically squeezing you to death as you inhaled the gentle hint of his cologne that still stuck to him with the absence of his shirt.

God, life could not get any fucking better when it was like this.

#ville valo #ville valo x reader #ville valo fic #ville hermanni valo #HIM #his infernal majesty #bam margera #jackass #jackass imagine #jackass mtv #jackass movie #so incredibly self indulgent

[dargoww]

i saw you were doing requests so i wanted to suggest some fluff hcs for leon?

hello sweetie pie! ofc! hope you like it!

pairing: LEON S. KENNEDY X READER

type: headcanons

summary: just a bunch of fluff headcanons that might even hurt your teeth but trust me you'll like it

first things first yk leon is that kind of person who makes you feel so safe whenever he's around

and sometimes even when he's not

literally sometimes all it takes to build up courage is a message or a call from him

he has that effect on people, you included

but what's even better

your presence is even more comforting to him

he has spent years fighting for his life in every shithole possible

years being constantly anxious that tomorrow's gonna turn out to be another goddamn apocalypse

he's seen too much

and due to the fact that he's seen stuff

he literally holds onto you like the only stable thing that has ever existed in his life

especially after the raccoon city incident

sometimes leon would wake up at night and hug you so firmly you might even wake up

he simply fears that something might happen to you

but every time you reassure him that you're not going anywhere and that nothing's going to happen to you

he does actually relax a bit

not for a long time, but it helps

you are his haven, his sacred sanctuary

he comes to you when he feels like shit

he comes to you when he feels his best

leon always finds himself willing to share his life with you

except for the dark parts

he wants you out of it

in his mind, you are too much of a sunbeam to be dealing with or even knowing about all the stuff he's seen

but trust me he needs someone to listen to him

he has frequent nightmares that kill him

ask him to tell you what they're about

he won't tell you at first though

it may take months to do

one day he will realize that this has grown into a sort of barrier between you and him

and leon would hate it, he would hate it so much how something he was trying to keep you safe from turned out to become a wall between the two of you

yet you managed to convince him that you are capable of comprehending whatever is sitting inside him

and even if you aren't, you would want to try your best for him

to ease up his life

to take some of his burden, even if it's just a little bit

and one day he tells you

afterwards, he always tells you things that happen to him whenever he feels like it

it was such a relief for leon

he didn't even expect this

he finally felt like you two connected again and that connection was now even deeper

that was when he decided for sure that he's marrying you someday

actually leon kinda believes that you're his soulmate

he doesn't fully put it on faith though, he's not sure that soulmateship even exists but damn

if soulmates existed, you would be his. one. hundred. percent.

he's so sure about it he could probably write a paper on it

but again all these ideal concepts are not really his thing

he is a hopeless romantic, very much so (he will never admit it though), but with this lifestyle leon didn't have any time to form meaningful relationships

and he was afraid, too

he was afraid to have a bond with someone because

what if something happens to the world again?

what if something happens and he's unable to protect you?

what if something happens to you?

you, the only light of his life?

he couldn't bear the thought of you being in danger because you don't deserve this, you don't deserve to experience the things he had experienced

that's why it would take him time to start something official and serious

to let himself fall in love and then dissolve in it

but when it happened

with you

leon felt like the happiest man ever

the very idea, the very thought of you is so reassuring to leon whenever he's fighting somewhere

he rarely thinks of giving up at all but you just boost his strength and his desire to come back home swiftly

because he always knows that you're waiting for him there

every time you greet him after he comes back from a mission

is like a balm

it heals all of his wounds at once

he also loves it when you take care of him

ppl didn't ever do this too often for him

that's why leon appreciates every effort of yours

oh and btw we all know it, he calls you sweetheart 100%

but there are other nicknames as well

princess

beautiful

gorgeous

etc.

however there's one of them that you will remember forever

one day, he came back home all bruised and barely holding up together

leon was so tired

so exhausted

he didn't even have the strength to eat something after starving for, like, a couple of days during a mission

but there were you

you took such a good care of him

got him some devilishly delicious food, tended to his wounds

and while you did so

he stared

leon stared at you with so much affection

he looked at you and spoke no words except for these:

"love of my life."

that moment is engraved upon your heart for eternity

that's when all the sleepless nights worrying for him felt like they were worth it, felt like it was fair to experience them all over again and triple times more

you will keep this in your momery forever

like something sacred

i must say that leon loves holding you

it gives him peace

hugging, kissing, wrapping his arms around your waist

he rarely admits it (except if he does it playfully) but when you reach out for his hands and hold them his heart still skips a bit

there's one more thing about him

that's one thing he really likes you doing

it's a very rare occasion that other people's perception of the world makes him change or question his

but YOURS is kinda whole another topic

first, he was genuinely interested in the way you think and see the world

it didn't make him absorb your thoughts in exchange for his own, no, but it made him question things

and appreciate your take on them

maybe some of it felt naive to him

but you're so precious to him he won't ever allow himself to laugh about it

and he definitely won't allow this to anyone else

i also must mention that leon is SUPER loyal

like fr he's never ever leaving you behind

never ever choosing someone over you

we all know about ada right

well i don't think that leon would trade his life with you for pursuing something he isn't even sure can be a thing

he thinks about ada sometimes yeah

but leaving you for her?

leon won't do that

he's a loyal man

you were there for him during the worst times, the best times, all of the time

ada is like a ghost in his life he can't ever stop seeing

but there's life beyond that ghost and he's gonna hold onto this life

because leon has sworn himself to you

and he's gonna keep that damn promise

#i love this dude sm #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x y/n #leon s. kennedy #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #leon kennedy request #leon kennedy resident evil #leon s. kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy x reader headcanons

[cyxnidx]

Heyaaa~ I hope you're doing great today. I just recently read your works and you instantly became one of my favorite writers 🌻 I'm new here in Tumblr so I don't know if I'm requesting the right way here so you can ignore this if I'm going against the rules. Anyway, may I kindly request an angst/comfort about close friends Itto and gn reader?

Reader was in a dark alley and encountered some creeps who wanted to harass them. The creeps asked if the reader has a partner or someone they like and they said yes. Unbeknownst to the reader's knowledge, Itto was just nearby and ready to jump in the scene but stopped when he heard their friend's answer to the creepy guys. He was confused why he suddenly felt heavy about you liking some possibly another guy and became curious about who is it.

On the other hand, the creepy guys are slowly getting closer to the reader and they said "He's an oni so don't come any closer or you'll regret it!" something like that lmao. The creeps didn't believe it for some reason (either they came from another nation or etc. You can insert your own idea 💓)

I'm sorry if this is a bit long TT_TT coz this scenario is a courtesy of my dream this morning 🙈 I woke up on the last part so I didn't get to know Itto's reaction upon that statement and how it will end. I desperately want a closure 😭 Anyway thank you for your time reading this 🌻 Again if I'm going against some rules you can ignore this 💛

SECRETS TO TELL..?

character pairing: itto x gn!reader

genre: angst -> fluff & comfort

summary: having taken a detour to your home, you run into some interesting treasure hoarders.

a/n: you’re doing it correctly :)) & i took this idea and ran with it..hope i did your dream justice, my love <3 (this came out fairly large..) i also switched a dialogue around slightly. not too much !!

“ha! i’ve won again.” you grinned, watching itto throw his head back in despair. you had quite the winning streak in this game of cards you and itto were playing.

“one more round! i’ll beat you, i swear!” the oni protested, warranting a rematch. you could only chuckle at his eagerness. “i would, but it’s getting late out, itto..” you sighed, picking up your bag and jacket.

you watched as he looked up. it did look pretty dark out. probably already past 8. “you have a point..” he said, standing himself. “perhaps we could play tomorrow?” you suggested, watching a smile perk up on his face at the opportunity to spend his time with you.

it almost made you feel a certain kind of special. almost.

“well that’s that. we’ll meet back up here tomorrow afternoon!” he agreed. the two of you hugged, and he watched as you began walking off to take your usual walk back home.

he couldn’t help but fall further in love with you as your skin and the moon made the most graceful combination. he felt like he was blessed to see such a sight.

it almost made him wish you were his already. he’s not quite ready to confess yet. too early, he’d say.

looking down at the ground to pick up the cards, he realized something — they were yours.

“shit.” he mumbled, picking them up hastily and following where he thinks you went, come to find there was a detour due to the overwhelming population of hilichurls and samachurls.

he would’ve offered to help, but he really wanted to get your cards back. he’d hate for you to come out in the cold again. the detour to your home was a bit sketchy though. a dark alleyway, filled with a bunch of junk.

not only that, but he heard your faint yelling in the distance. disappearing into the darkness, he followed your voice.

once he found you, he saw quite average looking treasure hoarders. the type he’d occasionally see roaming inazuma. however, the event transpiring was anything but average..

listening quietly, he watched the scene go down, careful to be ready to shut the situation down if anything gets out of hand.

“what’s someone like you doing out this late? hmm?” one of the men asked, circling around you.

“trying to get home. now would you please-“ you said, walking to leave them there, though being stopped.

“c’mon. we just wanna talk a bit, yeah? let’s get to know one another.” one of them said, smiling with a false sense of innocence.

“mhmm, have anyone you like? eyes on anybody particular?” another asked, hands on his hips. hesitantly nodding, you decided to simply entertain them until they either got bored of you or left an opening for you to escape.

from the sidelines, itto could feel his heart weighing down on him. he almost felt played, if he hadn’t remembered you were best friends., despite the fact that he always winced internally at that label.

“is that so?” he mused, hands behind his back, the other standing beside you. “he anybody important? or rather, wealthy at all? what’s his life like.” the other pressed.

thinking about it, you could somewhat see through the little plan they had. seeing as though they were treasure hoarders, they most likely planned to rob whoever you described.

with the questions you were asked, it was quite easy to tell. ask anybody about anyone they had eyes on, get them to talk about them a bit and have a general idea of their life or habits. once that’s done, they just have to go look for the matching appearance and do their so-called ‘job’.

you couldn’t help but feel his angsty tone press down on you, pressure growing. what if you’d told too much? would it even be right to answer? thinking about it, itto would be able to handle his own. he’s told you many stories before.

“an oni,” you said briefly. “can i go now?” you asked impatiently. you didn’t feel like fighting, not in this cold.

they shook their heads. “not yet. oni’s don’t exist, don’t you know?” the one on the right sighed. “an urban myth at most.”

you were confused until you realized. the use of oni’s would be in scary stories to tell children, and merely considered child’s play. something used to keep kids from going out late.

however, never exactly recognized as an actual creature, let alone being.

the one on your left chuckled. “I’m sure you’ve already caught onto our plan, or so it seems. so, im only gonna say it once,” he sighed, removing his hands from behind his back. grabbing your arm harshly, he pulled you close to whisper in your ear. “give me a name or you’ll regret it.”

pushing him away, you began running only to be tripped and pulled back. hand wrapping around your throat, you struggled as you were held up. “tell me a name.”

falling down, you choked as you saw the man who was once holding you by your throat on the ground, holding his head.

with itto standing over him, broken bottle shards on the ground. the other man came from behind him, though to little to no avail after being backhanded to the floor as well.

looking back at the man on the ground, he’d passed out from what you’d like to think, a concussion. the next thing you saw was the once aggressive oni meeting you eye-to-eye.

he couldn’t help but give you a silly grin. he could never think to be the least bit of aggressive with you.

“itto?” you asked, confused. when did he get here? how long was he there, and what exactly did he hear?

“heya..” he said shyly, what was once silly turned shy and hesitant in an instant. he held the cards up beside his face. “you..left it.” he told you, sliding them beside you. “so uh..” he began, ready to ask the question he’s been so eager to find an answer to. “i’d like to think..you have somethin’ to tell me?”

the two of you sat silently, not knowing how to communicate at the moment.

one second passed.

two.

three.

squeezing your eyes shut you kissed him quickly and turned from him, sitting criss crossed.

you felt yourself blush once you heard him chuckle silently, only to find arms wrap around you lovingly. “i love you too.”

#cyxnidx #genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin angst #genshin comfort #genshin itto #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact itto #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact imagines #reader is gender neutral #gn!reader #requests are welcome #requests #requests are still open btw #itto fluff #itto angst #itto imagines #itto my beloved #arataki itto #itto x reader #itto #cw angst #this came out so long #this is long #idk how to tag this #i love this #this was rlly fun #i loved writing this

[rachelcommitscrimes]

im gonna rant abt how much i hate the ghost eyes fandom (as a former fan) bc im just kinda mad rn

so uhh yeah major TW for s3lf h4rm, romanticizing mental illness, su1c1de, sadomasochism, infantilization, and rlly just anything related to that

(also sorry if this looks weird idk how to separate stuff on tumblr)

also DO NOT harass the creator or anyone mentioned here, you’re no better than them if you do that

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ok so i read ghost eyes like 2 years ago but i stopped reading about the point where they were on that field trip. i still think it’s a nice comic and i’m sure the author is a cool person, also the art style is awesome. but the fandom is so fucking gross that i’m surprised more people haven’t talked about it. 

for some backstory on this, i used have REALLY bad depression and was cutting myself regularly (i’m much better now, i have medication, therapy, and i’m almost a year clean) i also stopped reading due to the comic severely damaging my mental health and i’m very glad i did. i was younger and immature and thought i could handle such content. this led to me becoming extremely obsessed with the comic to an unhealthy level, and getting severely attached to one of the characters (rudy) because i could relate to him at that time. i seriously thought that i WAS him sometimes.

i understand now that i should NOT have ignored the label and what i did was definitely wrong and if the creator is reading this i deeply apologize. i’m in a much better place now and i’m just glad that i was able to get the help i needed.

ok now to the angry part

if you don’t know what ghost eyes is, it’s a webcomic about a severely traumatized boy attending school for the first time and meeting a bunch of other severely traumatized kids. this comic has a crap ton of triggering/sensitive/disturbing topics (which is not a bad thing as long as you do it right) and like i said before, the creator has kindly put a warning before the comic starts stating that you SHOULD NOT romanticize/idolize/sexualize/kin any of the characters, do not read unless you can handle such topics, and so forth. now i know i should have definitely put the comic down before and not gotten obsessed over it, but i knew damn well enough that it was messed up to romanticize/sexualize any of the characters/things that happened in the book.

there are several scenes in which a character is self harming or harming someone else, and the comments will say shit like “nooo my poor bean” “awww baby don’t do that” or my personal favorite “protect the smol bean.” first of all, the characters are like 16-17, second of all, i cannot even tell you how fucked up it is that people see someone ruining their lives and putting themselves in danger and think it’s “cute” or “anxiety smol bean uwu” THERES LITERALLY A SCENE WHERE SOMEONE IS GETTING STABBED AND PPL ARE DRAWING THIS MF IN A MAID DRESS.

another reason i despise these fans is that they see an abusive relationship and start making ships/kinning them. as someone who has gone through pretty much everything rudy has gone through, i cant tell you how irritating it is to see people shipping him with his abuser or calling him a “cutie patootie masochist boi uwu” cause lemme tell you what-it doesnt feel good to have to put your health in danger and ruin your relationships with others just so you can get off somehow. ITS NOT FUN. the whole point of rudy’s character is to not romanticize someones fucked up mental health.

i could spend hours talking about this group of immature brats, but i’m tired and it’s a school night and i have a test tomorrow. i might add on if i feel like i need to but overall i really hope those immature fans grow up and realize their mistakes like i did, or get the help they need.

#ghost eyes #webcomic #rant #angry ramblings #angry rant #i hate this fandom #tw su1c1d3 #tw sh implied #go get some help please

[oneweekwitch]

Quick Update and Headcannons

So quick update on my schedule for streams. I will try to do two a week on Fridays and Saturdays. Since you all voted for her, Patche will be hosting tomorrow's stream. I plan to rotate between her and Koa each week, since they both need breaks from library duty.

Anyways onto headcannons, since you guys wanted to see some of that. I'll start with Koa, since she has lots of room for creative liberty.

She was summon by Patche into the Mansion early in its history. As she was summoned by Patche, she answers directly to her and not Remilia, hence why she only calls Patche "Mistress". She has very good memory, which is why Patche kept her around early on. Later on, Patche kept her around simply because she found her to be a great companion. Koa actually has very weak Danmaku attacks, so soon after EoSD, (the first time she had been in actual combat), she started to learn martial arts and the likes from Meiling, so she could better protect her Mistress. This eventually evolved into her learning how to handle weaponry. Her weapon of choice is the Morning Star, an ancient sword eternally lit aflame, (Patche probably had it laying around with some other priceless artefacts). Aside from being a sword it can shoot flames from the blade, which allows Koa to replicate normal spell-cards with bullets much stronger than her own. Probably has a separate outfit for training/battle. Personality wise, she is normally a tad brash but quite when around others. Whenever Patche is around, nerves get the best of her, and she will frequently stammer, (Patche may or may not find this adorable). Whenever Patche enters her line of site, she immediately does a bunch of tasks, such as getting a chair, book, drink, etc. for Patche and refusing to stop until Patche is seated and has assured her that she is comfortable. Koa rarely refers to Patche as anything other than Mistress, even when around others. Occasionally, she will slip up and either call her "Master", in which she will be highly embarrassed, or just "Patche", in which she will be highly ashamed. Despite what it may look like, Koa and Patche have never done anything more romantic than occasionally accidentally brush hands, in which Koa will again get highly embarrassed. Koa herself has never had feelings for someone before, and thinks that this is all normal to feel when you are friends with someone. Koa is extremely touch-starved as demons don't really have parents and most of the Mansion's occupants aren't the "touchy-feely" type. Patche would, but Koa never allows her too, stating that she is not "worthy". Due to her touch-starvedness, Koa has very extreme reactions to any physical contact, which can range from very haphephobic to very haphephilic, depending on who the person touching her is. Koa is the only person in the Mansion who does not realize she has feelings for Patche, and that Patche has feelings for her. Koa knows Patche best, obviously, and knows Meiling pretty well since she trained Koa a lot. She knows Flandre well as she is usually chosen to play with her, and knows the rest of the Mansion's occupants fairly well. Archrivals/frenemies with Marisa, maybe even Moreso than Patche is rivals with Marisa. Incredibly overprotective of Patche.

Koa: Holy shit I was reading this romance novel and I think I might have a crush on my Mistress but I don't really know, can you help me?

Meiling: Congratulations, you are officially the last person to know.

Glad to have this finally done, I wish the rest of you a good night.

#touhou koakuma #touhou project #touhou #marisa kirisame #marisa #koakuma #patchouli knowledge #patchouli #hong meiling #meiling #remilia #remilia scarlet #flandre #flandre scarlet #this took so long plz enjoy #headcanon

[racke7]

Me vs FF14 part... 3?

Sooo... recently I've gotten a bit frustrated with FF14.

A lot of this is due to FF14 locking a lot of cool items behind their subscription-paywall. (All PvP stuff, lots of dungeons, impossible-to-get materials, etc.)

However, this frustration also made me glance at the "game timers", from things like Treasure-Maps and the Command-Squadron (18h refresh-rate), to the refresh of the dailies (every 24h), and realizing that this is such a blatant case of psychological manipulation.

See, if you want to "optimize" your time playing the game? You effectively have to play it on an ever-rotating schedule (instead of just "at X time every day"). And whilst this level of dedication is very unlikely to be very common (it's not that important, surely), it does highlight a clear attempt of pushing its players to play: "several times per day, but not necessarily for very long".

And that's... basically the exact same manipulation-tactics that predatory mobile-games are going for (I should know, I was playing Arknights every day for well over three years).

And, as someone who recently quit one such game and greatly enjoyed the experience of not having to deal with that shit anymore?

Even if I've enjoyed dungeon-diving in FF14 (it really is a lot of fun, and you meet a lot of interesting characters), this has somewhat soured me on the game once again.

(I feel like I could probably shrug it off if I had a stable income and could just subscribe without worrying, but my long-term financial stability is very much in question, so...)

I'm definitely not uninstalling it tomorrow or anything, but my frustration with FF14 finally convinced me to pick up Skyrim again.

(Where I immediately made an incredibly bullshit-powerful character, because it's been so long that I forgot that attaining godhood is something you need to be actively counteracting if you want to have a good time in Skyrim.)

And as I was playing through Skyrim with a new-new character (that was very handicapped), it occurred to me that for all that Skyrim is incredibly shitty for many reasons, a lot of its early quests are actually remarkably dynamic and flexible.

FF14 has its MSQ that just goes on and on and on, and other quests and dungeons are interspersed between these events. You play through the MSQ (that is insanely long) to unlock the rest of the game basically.

In comparison, Skyrim really said "if you don't wanna, you can just focus on something else, no pressure". A few things are required for unlocking certain things (you need to be Dragonborn in order to get through the Civil War, etc), but generally? Pick a direction and start walking, the world isn't going to stop you.

The thing that specifically made me pause was Bleak Falls Barrow. As the first real dungeon, it obviously got a lot of extra-love, but still. You can end up at this dungeon in three different ways.

You talk to the shopkeep in Riverwood, and he asks you to track down the bandits that stole his unique-looking ornament.

You talk to the court-wizard of Whiterun, and agree to fetch some ancient wisdom-McGuffin from a deep dungeon filled with the undead.

You happened to stumble across it as you hiked through the mountain. (I don't think that the dungeon is locked, but I could be wrong.)

Regardless of how you got to that point, upon entering you're treated to a scene where a bunch of bandits talk about a "treasure" to be found. This sets the stage for when you find the ornament, along with notes about how it's apparently supposed to be "the key" for finding this treasure.

Then you go through the dungeon yadda-yadda-yadda, and now you have an already-used key along with the knowledge that this key was stolen from a shop in Riverwood. You also have a mysterious McGuffin, and if you go to Whiterun, the court-wizard will be very happy to see you already in possession of it.

It's a combination of two quests, and it basically sets both of them going in such a way that it doesn't matter how you got to that point, because you now have (almost) all of the knowledge to just finish both of the quests. And it's... honestly really smooth? I don't think I've every really paused to think about that before.

Skyrim has a well-deserved reputation as a buggy mess, with both boringly generic quests and incredible amounts of spaghetti-code. And there's definitely a lack of being able to really make choices, but-...

But when you compare Skyrim's freedom to FF14's? Holy shit, Skyrim is actually a marvel of its genre.

That's not to say that FF14's extremely linear MSQ is bad, it's just a very different kind of storytelling and gameplay than Skyrim. And I feel like I've spent so much time listening to gripe about Skyrim (and tearing my hair out over Skyrim not fucking working) that I feel like I've forgotten that it really is an incredible game in its own ways.

#dunno when i'll come back to ff14. maybe tomorrow. maybe next week. maybe by summer. i'm just glad that my brain is happy in skyrim again. #(skyrim is a LOT cheaper than ff14. which is a big part of me being glad.) #video games #ff14 #skyrim #personal stuff #rants

[ifyourefree]

I'm Not Drunk

Like the title says, I’m not drunk. Just had 2 yakult soju shots and working through a beer right now, which really isn’t much. I’ve been playing Versace on the Floor by Bruno Mars on repeat (7x as of now!).

Today marks the beginning of a new month, and I’ve come to realize that carpe diem is really something I should commit to. When am I ever gonna experience a March 1st, 2022 again? The answer: never….UNLESS someone develops a time machine or some shit. 

Someone once asked me if I had the chance, would I change my past? There was a time in my life when I would’ve said “yes” without even thinking much about it. I was hurt and honestly, I used to spend a lot of time praying / manifesting for some kind of way to go back in time and re-do it all. But I've come to understand that I'm here due to all the events of the past. It's all come to this version of myself, and I wouldn't trade anything for it.

Back to the idea of carpe diem (Latin) meaning to make the most of your time / life / etc. Think Dead Poets Society and "seize the day"! It brought me back to the English 10 course I took last quarter and the TA had randomly brought up “To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time” by Robert Herrick (1648)…I remember sitting there like what the hell is this guy talking about and wrote it down in my notes because I was just so confused by the title, but damn I really needed that reminder! These days seem to have all melted into one bucket of sludge…it feels hard to place some kind of individuality in each day when it all just seems like a hardcore routine. 

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,  Old Time is still a-flying;  And this same flower that smiles today  Tomorrow will be dying. 

…

That age is best which is the first,  When youth and blood are warmer;  But being spent, the worse, and worst  Times still succeed the former. 

Basically, the poem urges women to make the most out of their days…instead of cowering and letting their beauty fade, they should run out and do the shit they wanna do…fuck a bunch of people, marry young, do wack shit while they still have time. It can also be generalized to humanity as a whole—get off your lazy ass and run around! Do the shit you always wanted to do but pushed off in the waves of routine. Enjoy your life while its still there!

With finals just around the corner (Week 11…it’s currently Week 9), I’ve been swept up in the currents like *insert swirly emoji*. It’s really hard to feel afloat when you’re constantly being body-slammed by assignments and responsibilities. But I’m holding on!!! Remembering stuff like this poem gets me going, gets me back on track, gets me pumped for the next day…

[moodywyrm]

seriously !! and toph openly states MULTIPLE times that she hates rules, she hates authority, etc,, she literally gave her children a life without rules, why was she a cop ?? it would’ve made more sense for sokka to fill that role

and with lin,, i feel like she could’ve started as an officer (following in her mom’s footsteps) but then would realize that it’s rlly not for her and go on to do something more important, it fits her character a lot better imo

aw :( remember you’re almost done!!! you’re so close to the finish line and then you can finally have time to rest and relax !! and i get it about moving back home :( i hated going back even for a week but it’s nice to be away from school stuff until you absolutely have to go back !!

and my day was good :o we finally finished decorating our apartment and it feels so good!! though i did get called into work due to some emergency and i was on my feet for like 6 hours so my legs are soreeee 😩

- 🩷

right it makes no fuxking sense for Toph to be a cop!!! What was that choice!!! She actively hates authority, she would Never become a cop! And ditto on Lin, because she’s more rigid (ig) than her mom, she might have been more attracted to it, but even then she doesn’t fuck with authority like that!! Security on Air Temple Island is just ,,,, so much better ,,,,

Yeah I should be done by tomorrow night! I always get super anxious around this time though, I’ve gotta pack up a bunch of shit to take back home even though I’m staying in the same apartment next year. And being home is just ,,,, an ordeal ,,,,, so y’all might get a lot of writing if I need Coping Mechanisms, but I am excited to see my dogs 💕

That’s so good! I’m glad everything’s finally settled in, I’m sure the apartment looks great!!! Rip for the work emergency, that could not have been fun 😭😭 I hope now you get to relax with your gf!!! You deserve it!!!

#🩷 anon #moodythoughts

[erenthology]

Valentines day hc’s

Boyfriend!Eren x reader

I’ve decided to post my Eren one-shot tomorrow, hope you’ll like this one so far. Not one sentence is proof read so excuse me

Warnings: mention of sex. That’s it i think, let me know

Plans would go down the drain before the night even starts

Eren would be horny all day. He couldn’t help it. So he’d try to get you to do a quickie before dinner. This wasn’t his initial plan but his pants felt so tight as his member grew hard, so he’d just pull your dress up and bury his face in your ass til you’d give him permission to ease his stress

After the quickie he’d jump right up to continue with the day, not taking note on how you’ve fallen asleep in bed. He’d panic and shake you awake

“Eren you just fucked my brains out, let me rest for a second”, with that he just replies with an “okay” as he literally stands above you through your nap. Thinking his gaze has some kind of power to wake you up.

When the 15 minute clock hits, he swiftly puts on his shoes, scopes you right up up and carries you to his car. You’re to tired to protest, plus, his stressful state is making you more tired so you just chose not to say anything

Once in the restaurant he’d prompt you to try his mushroom risotto, feeding you with his spoon. Only for it to get stuck in your throat, leaving you loudly coughing for air

Eren obviously freaks out, like really freaks out. “Omg, babe!” he’s now behind you, patting your back harshly for the food to come up. You try to tell him to stop with your hand movements but he’s in a state of panic so he’s not comprehending anything

“Here drink this” he holds a glass of water in front of you. The coughing, the glass straight in your face, the pushes from Eren’s huge hand on your body as you try to tell him off has your face pushed into the glass.

Eren is almost faints at the sights and you’re letting tears out from the coughs you just endured. Once you calm him down, both of you take a look around and realize the whole restaurant is looking at you.

Needlessly to say, Eren quickly pays the check and you both flee the unfortunate scene. In the car, he suprises you with your favorite blue orchid flowers and a basket of your favorite snacks. As he’s driving and you’re smelling the flowers, you see something jump on you—

“EREN” you scream and Eren swears he saw stars. “Spider, spider on my shoulder hurry take it away”

He’d try to swat his hand but he couldn’t take the focus on the road, not to mention he felt he was about to pass out(that’s how he would describe it, only due to his dramatic personality)

“[name] I-i think im hallucinating” he almost weeps and you look over at him in shock, “Eren, get the spider tf off me rn”

When you both arrive at your shared apartment, he asks you for the keys . “Shit, Eren i left my bag in the car because you always have yours on you!” He only shrugs his shoulders as you’re forced to walk back to the car.

“I got them—“ huh

“Eren?” You call out, taking steps closer to your door, realizing it’s open.

“Babe? Oh my god” you giggle. There are bags of presents in-front of you, your favorite things in the world to be clear. A matching set of pajama for the both of you, a bunch of books you keep talking about, a figure from your favorite show, lastly, a beautiful golden bracelet with an emerald crystal attached. Much to your liking.

He’d also scattered the bed with rose petals, poured two glasses of whine for you. Now scratching his neck, “I know it’s cheesy but-“ you immediately interrupt him with an overload of kisses. “Did Armin help you?”

“Wha-no, i saw this on tumblr” he proudly says and with those words your heart melts. He’s gone beyond to make you happy. “Did you now?” you tease, pushing your chest in his face

“Uhm, yeah? I just told you?” he replies. You mentally scowl at your oblivious boyfriend. “You’re the best partner one could ever have, Eren” you seductively say while bringing your hand down to fondle with his balls

Oh

His hand on your shoulder lightly pushes you down on your knees. He mentally groans at how pretty you look like this

“Can i see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock baby?”

The night would end with you to going at it for countless rounds. You being lovesick for your perfect boyfriend and him making love to you for hours.

When you’d tell your Sasha about your night, she’d just laugh. Wondering why, you reminisce about how none of this was abnormal for you. You were dating Eren Jaeger after all, and he’s no average man, so there’s no average life to be expected with him

#attack on titan eren #eren aot #eren smut #snk eren #eren #eren jeager x reader #eren fanfiction #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager #Eren hc’s #smut #valentines day

[wordsfromthesol]

Hunted

Author: @wordsfromthesol​ Taglist: togasbetch malfoys-demigod pricetagofficial Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Summary: You're a detective at Bludhaven PD with Dick Grayson and when a serial killer your after starts hunting you down, you have no choice but to ask for his help. Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking Word Count: 2.3k

You had been working at Bludhaven PD for about 2 years before the hotshot Dick Grayson came on the scene. Though you had grown into friends or at least friendly coworkers…he annoyed the shit out of you. After all, everything seemed to come so easy to the pretty boy Grayson and you could count the number of times you had actually seen him at the station on one hand. Thankfully this happened to be one of those times because you had run out of options.

"Dick, can I get your eyes on this case? I'm been staring at these files for hours and can't find the pattern. Yeah, they've obviously got a type. But that's not enough to go on."

Dick briefly runs through the file before staring blankly up at you. "You can't be serious, right? You need to take yourself off this case."

"People are dying, Dick." You had already assumed you would get some pushback from the star detective.

"I can't let you go after this guy. You're an exact match to all 5 people they've killed." Dick attempted to reason with you, to no avail.

"Then I'm the exact person who should go after this guy. Rather it be me than some civilian." Finally, Dick relented and gave you some useful information.

"Well…everyone was taken near an abandoned subway line." He takes out a highlighter and marks up the map. You tried to mask your nervousness as the bright yellow line stopped a block from your apartment.

"Thanks…I didn't even notice that." He nodded, still apprehensive about giving you the information, as he handed the file back to you. Tucking the papers away, you decided to finish up the research at home. 

As you sauntered home, you were barely able to keep your eyes open. Stopping at the crosswalk, you noticed a man staring at you in your peripheral vision. You swore he was the same man from five blocks ago. Surely you were just paranoid…right? You began weaving in and out of the crowd, making a complete circle back to the crosswalk. Yet there he was in the corner of your eye. This wasn't paranoia. This was real. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and pressed Dick's contact card.

"Hey, uhm…remember that case we were talking about today?"

"You mean literally 20 minutes ago? Yeah, I remember."

A nervous chuckle escaped your lips, "Well you were probably right." Dick could hear the shakiness in your voice.

"He's following you, isn't he?"

Your current situation momentarily left your mind as the words tumbled out of your mouth, bypassing the brain. "How the fuck could you possibly know that?!"

"Don't go home. I'm coming to get you." You wanted to plead with him to stay on the line, but your stubbornness got the best of you. Slowing your pace, you attempted to stay in the crowd and walked straight. How was Dick even going to find you? As soon as the thought danced across your mind, there he was, as if you summoned him from thin air.

"Y/N!" The familiar voice called out from the street. A deep sigh of relief flooded over you as you trotted over to him. Crawling on the back of the motorcycle, you didn't bother asking where he was taking you. Anywhere was better than here.

**

"Wow. Just wow." Dick shook his head in awe as he climbed off the bike, ushering you into the apartment building.

"It's not like I planned it." You tried to force the uneasiness from your voice.

"Right, of course not. You realize he had to have been following you for days now, right? He knows where you live. You can't go back there." You hadn't really thought about that, yet where were you supposed to go? You looked at him pensively, unable to form a proper sentence. "Looks like you're staying here then." The alacrity of the statement caught you off guard.

"I can't just --"

"Right right. So let's go antagonize the serial killer. Genius." The sheer amount of sarcasm took you aback, this was a completely different side of the infamous Dick Grayson than you were used to.

You glared at him as he opened the door to his apartment. "So dramatic…besides, someone has to stop him. He's already after me, so I'm the perfect bait."

Dick's eyes went wide. He looked at you like you had three heads before bellowing, "ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT!"

"Do you have a better plan?" Part of you hoped he would begin rattling off some convoluted trap. One that didn't hold your life in the balance.

"Well…not yet. But I'm sure we can think of something. Give me a few days."

**

A few days came and went and you were losing your mind in Dick's apartment. The worst part was, you were never alone. Dick or one of his family members was always by your side. You weren't quite sure how some 14-year-old kid was supposed to do anything if said serial killer showed up, but Dick was insistent.

Finally, you caught a break. Jason, your latest babysitter got called away on some emergency and Dick wouldn’t be home for another hour. Of course, Jason informed you to tell Dick he left just moments ago, which actually worked in your favor. You dialed Captain Holt on your phone and began to strategize. The captain wasn't keen on using you for bait either, but eventually, you swayed him. Everything was planned to take place tomorrow afternoon, a time Dick just so happened to be testifying in court.

"Y/N?" The confusion spread across Dick's face as he opened the door.

"I'm here!" You called out from the bedroom before stepping into sight.

"Where's Jason?"

"Oh, family emergency. But he left like two minutes ago. Nothing to worry about."

"Okay…" Dick didn't sound convinced.

"I also got a call from the captain today. He wants to meet with me tomorrow at 2." You tried to play it off as a casual request, but you knew it wouldn't be that simple.

"What? Why? We still haven't caught the psychopath…plus I have court tomorrow."

"Dick, I'll be in a police station. You can drop me off on your way."

Dick let out an exasperated sigh, "Fine. But I don't like it."

**

You were absolutely terrified, but you tried your best not to let it show through. After all, you asked for this. Dick still seemed uneasy, even as he dropped you off at the precinct. You wondered if he could tell something was wrong. Though there wasn't much he could do at this point, considering he was due in court by noon.

"Y/N. Are you sure about this?" Captain Holt questioned as you walked into his office.

"No. But something needs to be done. This guy doesn't just give up. So either I'm bait and we have a chance at catching him, or I die a horrific death for no reason. Not the best of options."

Holt nodded in understanding, "Well everything is set up. We have snipers in position around the perimeter of your apartment and a dozen plain-clothed in the vicinity."

"So hopefully we have a chance. What about near the abandoned subway entrance? That's how Dick thinks he's staying out of sight."

"Covered. We are ready to go on your command. Though I still think Detective Grayson should be informed of the plan."

"He's in court. So he couldn't help out anyways. The fewer people that know, the better. Let's move."

**

You arrived at your apartment without any issues, though you could feel a million pairs of eyes on you. With everyone watching you, it would be hard to notice one more face. Nevertheless, you persisted, attempting to go about your day in your apartment. The apartment that now seemed so foreign to you, though you had only been unexpectedly ripped from it a week ago.

As the day went on you began to feel more and more lightheaded. Normally, you would chalk it up to stress, but given the situation, you decided otherwise.

"Captain…"

"There is still no sign of him," he ignored the strain in your voice.

"I think…he's already…here." A crashing sound was left ringing through the earpiece.

"I want everyone on her position now! Get me a visual!" Captain Holt's booming voice commanded those around him. "Where are my snipers?!" An eerie silence crept over the line. "Shit." He mumbled before pulling out his phone. The dial tone appeared to mock him until finally the other end picked up.

"What happened?" The stringent words reverberated in the air.

"He has her."

"Goddammit. How did he get her out of the precinct?" Dick didn't wait for an answer. "Because she wasn't in the precinct. How could you let her be bait? You've seen what this guy does!" The anger was bubbling up inside him. Out of everyone, why you. Why did he have to go after you?

"I know."

"How long? HOW LONG HAS HE HAD HER?!" Two cops turned towards Captain Holt as Dick's voice echoed from the speaker.

"About a minute. From her apartment." As soon as the word left his lips, the line went dead. Holt buried his head in his hands. If there was any hope of finding her, it was Dick Grayson.

**

You woke up in a cold, dark, concrete room. "Well, guess that didn't work out as planned…" You mumbled to yourself, or so you thought.

"Really? You thought a bunch of cops in blue jeans could stop me? I've been hunting you for months. Along with the others.  But you. You were my challenge. I memorized everything about you. Your favorite breakfast, your confidants, what time you call your family. Lovely little folks, by the way. And then you thought you could hideaway in that pathetic little Richard Grayson's apartment. The only reason I didn't take you then is because I didn't want to. What kind of challenge would that be? That would have diminished everything!" He carefully stepped around your chair, weaving your hair in and out of his fingers, until he turned to face you. "But now, here you are! My masterpiece! My coup d'etat!" His lips forced their way to yours. "Don't worry, my sweet. I'll take my time with you. After all, the grand finale demands perfection!" The crazed man turned on his heel and sauntered out of the room, leaving you with your own horrific thoughts.

It felt like hours had gone by before he returned. When he walked in, his eyes went immediately to your wrists and fingernails, which were now bloodied beyond recognition. "Now I wish you hadn't done that. Blood does not make for a spectacular fossilization." He walked around and surveyed the damage. "I guess it was to be expected though. After all, it wouldn't be fun without the challenge."

"You know, you keep saying that this is some big challenge, yet you gassed me and then tied me up. That doesn't seem like you are really challenging yourself."

"Simple-minded fool! Challenges are not always those of brute force. It took planning and timing to get you here. Those 4 snipers set up on the surrounding roofs? Had to get them out of the way. A delay in your communication device? Truly a necessity. And though you had the foresight to add a few men to the abandoned subway tunnel, they neglected to surveil the associated maintenance hatches. So you see, your perfect encapsulation proves to be quite the…" You noticed a slight furrow of his brow as the sentence broke. "Challenge. Now to finish preparing the resin!" Off he galloped, but you swore something was off. A slight change in his mood.

You heard several loud bangs before your captor fell backward through the door. Nightwing loomed over his grisly body. Then his eyes shot up towards you.

"I'm okay." The words were forced from your throat. With those two small words, Nightwing glared down towards the man and began throwing punch after punch. "STOP! Please!" You screamed out the words, shocked at the vigilante's ferocity. Nightwing's eyes slowly shifted towards you. It was as if a twinge of pain ran its way through his body as he crept towards you. Once close enough, his hands carefully cradled your face until finally, he spoke.

"I don't know what I would have done without you. Why did you do something so stupid?" You could tell he wanted to say the words out of anger, yet a euphoric aura surrounded them instead.

Still confused, you began to answer as he unbound your wrists and ankles. "He wasn't going to give up. This was our chance to catch him…"

"I would've found another way!" The words burst out of him louder than expected. Nightwing let out a sigh as he helped you out of the chair.

"Alright, Dick, I'm sorry." You glanced at him for a reaction...nothing. Worried he didn't hear you, you pushed the point further. "Guess I should be glad you weren't in court long."

Dick stopped in his tracks, finally realizing his mistake. "I…uh…left early." As the two of you got outside, there were a dozen cop cars already swarming the area. Two of the officers came up to meet you.

"Detective! Are you alright? What happened?!" The first began to raddle off questions, but Dick quickly deflected.

"You can find out later. I'm taking her to the hospital. Your man is inside, unconscious."

"I can still talk ya'know…" You mumbled as the officer ran off to inform the others of the new information.

"Yeah, but then you'd try to convince me not to take you to the hospital. And that's not going to happen. But don't worry, the captain is on his way there now. You'll get to regale the entire course of events with him."

It was almost scary how well he knew you. "You'll stay too?" The simple question caused an oversize grin to spread across his face, but all he did was simply nod.

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