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[beardedjoel]

pretty little wife | crazy 4 u

joel miller x f!reader one shot collection

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3 | ✨kofi ✨

summary: valentine's day special! joel has historically made sure that valentine's day is special for his pretty little wife, but this year he's gone above and beyond. warnings: 18+ MDNI! no apocalypse au, pre-established relationship/dynamic, sub/dom relationship, soft dom! joel, free use kink, orgasm denial if you squint hard, unprotected piv, rough sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), nipple play, choking/breath play, pet names for reader, praise kink, romantic as fuck husband joel this chapter, some domestic fluff, alcohol consumption, maybe maybe maybe there is a breeding kink moment, reader has hair that can be pulled a/n: they're so in love it makes me SICK!!! thank you so much for reading and loving this couple along with me, and happy galentine's and valentine's day my loves! 💋💗💌

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You quietly squeal to yourself as you start to tear open the newly delivered package on your way back inside from the mailbox. You look down at the assortment of pale pastel candies, all strung up on thin strands, waiting to be devoured. Your own curiosity and lack of self control nearly has you reaching in the box to break one off for yourself, but you hold back, reminding yourself just who you bought this for and why. 

Valentine’s Day is in two days, but you’d wanted to get a jump, giving Joel a more playful vibe today considering you know he’ll have gotten you something sexy and downright depraved to wear on the actual holiday. Your skin tingles at the thought, recalling all of the things he’d had you wear in the past. Your most memorable being crotchless panties under a skin tight dress at dinner one Valentine’s Day, so he could finger fuck you under the table at one of Austin’s finest restaurants. Keeping your face straight during that had been painstaking, but you’d loved every minute of the debauched public display. When you’d asked Joel why he hadn’t just had you go sans underwear that night, he’d smiled devilishly. ‘Adds to the forbidden factor, don’t y’think?,’ Joel had replied, ‘So premeditated I had to get my baby somethin’ to weep onto while I knew I’d be shoving my fingers so deep in her pretty pussy.’ Those naughty words from Joel still send a shudder up your spine to this day as they ring in your mind. He hadn’t even waited until you two were home that evening to use that same hole in the panties to fuck you dizzy, until you’d screamed in the back seat of his car for him. Even then, he hadn’t relented until you came too many times to even remember the count now, leaving his seats a soaking mess.

You sigh, bringing yourself back to the present, brushing the memories away for now to get yourself ready to make some new ones with your husband. Once you’ve changed, you take a quick moment to admire the scant pieces of lingerie, almost laughing at the absurdity, but wondering how in all these years you’d never thought to buy candy underwear for Joel to devour off of you. You preen yourself for a few more quick moments before heading downstairs, wanting to set yourself up to act casual for Joel when he arrives home. Sometimes you do this on purpose, knowing he gets off on interrupting what you’re doing just so he can take you, fuck you however he pleases. And even when you really are in the middle of something, you get off on it too - being of service to your husband, helping him feel good while knowing you’ll be well taken care of, too.

On the dot at 5:00, you hear Joel’s car pulling up and smile smugly to yourself, continuing to wipe the counters down. A prompt pop of your hips to push your ass out follows when you hear the front door open and close.

“Doll? Where are ya?” Joel calls out, voice slightly muffled as he bends down to put his shoes away.

“In here!” you call out, voice high and sugary sweet, imitating the lingerie plastered to your body right now.

“How’s my pr-” Joel starts, freezing the moment he enters the kitchen. He takes in the sight - you slightly bent over, only a tiny string between your bare ass cheeks, pink high heels, and straps of candy running over your shoulders and across your back. You whip your head over your shoulder, rotating your body just enough to give Joel a peek at the lines of candy also covering your tits. He laughs, head thrown back in playful amusement before stepping towards you, predatory and slow, his laugh fading into a contemplative smirk.

“What do we got here?” Joel says quietly, hands immediately pressed tightly to your hips, his body pushing you forward into the counter. You whimper when the edge of the counter starts to dig into your stomach, Joel’s massive form locking you into your spot. “A little snack f’me to enjoy after workin’ so hard all day?” Joel can barely contain himself, blood running hot as he contemplates how grateful he feels right now. 

“Mmhmm…” you whine out, already feeling any semblance of tension leaving your body at Joel’s gentle but calloused touch, this feeling of home. You giggle when Joel leans down to where the straps come around over your shoulders and takes a bite out of the candies, a little groan leaving him as his lips also catch on your skin, mixing the taste of you with the sweetness of the candy.

“Delicious, baby,” he hums in your ear, then goes on to kiss your earlobe. You melt, head falling back slightly with a docile smile plastered on your lips. “How’d a man get so lucky?” He takes another bite, kissing along your shoulder as he does so.

“Thought we’d get a jump on Valentine’s Day, darling,” you coo back, turning your head to kiss his cheek.

Joel freezes, his eyes going wide and body rigid. “Fu-” he murmurs to himself, lips still practically attached to your shoulder. 

“What?”

He tears himself off of you with the most disgruntled groan you may have heard from him yet. “Baby, we gotta get movin’. You… fuckin’ little candy underwear, god damn it…” he starts muttering, grabbing you tightly and spinning you around. He grasps your hand in his and starts leading you upstairs. “You gotta change, honey, we’re…” he trails off, looking guilty and a bit flustered.

“Joel, what the hell is going on?” you ask, stopping and pulling back on his hand.

Joel sighs, calming himself for a moment before finally meeting your eyeline again. His gaze softens and he smiles. “Had a whole thing planned, darlin’. A surprise. C’mon and see for yourself.”

You trail after him, suddenly feeling ridiculous in your candy underwear given the change in mood. He takes you into the bedroom, opening his closet and yanking out your suitcase. Your brows furrow as you watch him pull it to the center of the bedroom, then going back for another suitcase of his own. Your mouth drops open slightly before curling into a smile, realizing that Joel had planned a trip for the two of you. He’d mentioned to keep your schedule free around Valentine’s Day, but you’d figured it was just typical plans - dinner, a picnic, or a fancy hotel room, nothing this big.

“Joel… baby…” you breathe out, clutching a hand to your chest. You feel suddenly filled with warmth, like sunshine has started filling you from the belly outwards, making your entire being feel light and tingly. Effervescence. That’s what being with Joel is like.

He gives you a lopsided smile. “We’re leavin’ tonight. Planned it all, flight is at eight so we can wake up there ‘n get a jump on everythin’. An’ then you had to wear that,” he huffs, gesturing to your entire body with a wild movement of his hand. “An’ scramble my brain right up.” His eyes linger along your entire midsection, sincerely considering throwing these plans away just to sate his hard cock, but he shakes his head and looks you in the eyes again.

“A jump on…. what’s everything?” you ask, placing an impatient hand on your hip.

Joel reaches into the built-in shelves in his closet, pulling out a soft, cashmere lounge set and walking it over to you. “Jus’ get dressed an’ I’ll explain as we go. God damn it, this was s’posed to be so much more romantic.” He sighs, a hand repeatedly running through his hair during your entire conversation, looking flustered.

“Aw, honey, it is, promise,” you assure him with a kind laugh, starting to peel off the candy underwear, bringing it over to your dresser to deposit it for another time. 

“Mm-mm,” Joel chants with a smirk, squatting down to unzip your suitcase and holding out his palm to you. “Those are comin’ with us.”

You’re over 31,000 feet in the air now, the sky dark outside the plane windows as you peer out. Joel had planned an entire long weekend to head to Aspen, where he’d booked you both skiing lessons and a cozy, romantic room at a lodge there. Your heart swelled as he explained it all on the ride to the airport, remembering how it was on your bucket list to learn to ski, but being from Texas there hadn’t been too many chances to learn locally.

You stretch your legs out, admiring the leg room in the first class tickets Joel had gotten you two, bringing the complimentary glass of champagne to your lips.

“Baby, this is too much,” you say with a slight frown, despite feeling overjoyed at everything about your current situation.

“Never. I’ve been plannin’ and savin’ for this for a while. Wanted to surprise you big time,” Joel says with a toothy, proud grin.

“Well, you did. Makes my candy underwear feel kind of… well, wimpy in comparison.”

Joel’s pointer finger flies to your lips, pressing down before your glass can reach your mouth again. “Not a chance, little doll. That’s all I need from you - skimpy little outfit to keep your husband happy.”

Your lips curl into a sly smirk and you part your lips, nipping the end of Joel’s fingers. He shoots a brow up, challenging you, but you back down. You and Joel don’t always have the most public decency, but you decide it’s not worth getting kicked off the plane just for an orgasm you could wait a few more hours for. You nearly roll your eyes at the thought though, your cunt aching from the unresolved moment you two had shared in the kitchen earlier. You can tell by his wide pupils and rosy cheeks that Joel must be feeling a lot of the same way and having the same conflictions.

“If we wait a few hours… it’ll be even better…” you lean over and whisper to him, voice betraying you as it escapes in a breathy, sultry tone.

“Plane never stopped us before…” Joel says, brows raised again. 

You tut, but then smile at the memory of your one sexual adventure on a plane with Joel, when you two were on your way to your honeymoon. A discreet handjob and fingering in first class under blankets hadn’t been the most romantic start to your married life together, but it suited the both of you. “Aaand…” you trail off, placing your palm on his chest. “We almost got caught like five times, big guy. Promised ourselves we wouldn’t do that again.” 

Joel grumbles quickly, and you know he understands, but you feel an anxious twinge in your stomach, like you’re breaking the rules. Your face falls a little and you turn towards him, more serious this time. “I know we have… an arrangement, and you know I love our arrangement.” Joel gets what he wants, whenever he wants - the words agreed upon by the both of you within your marriage, and you were all for it. “But just this time I think we shouldn’t break the law for it.” You raise your brows, stomach turning again as you wait for his reaction - Joel is always understanding and patient with you but as usual, you find yourself desperate to please him.

Joel bites the inside of his cheek, then he leans over to plant a peck on your cheek while he reaches down to squeeze your hand in reassurance. “No, baby, you’re right. Probably should be an exception ‘bout planes in there, huh?” He tilts his head playfully and you feel your tension dissipate immediately. “Always the rational one, ain’t you, honey.”

“Barely,” you tease, chuckling in relief. “I just don’t want to ruin the trip before it’s even started. Let’s just watch a movie or something?”

Several hours of keeping yourselves occupied and dozing off had you finally arriving in Aspen, where Joel gently nudged you awake as the plane landed. You rubbed your bleary eyes and made your way through the plane and airport half-awake, just letting Joel guide you with one of your hands gently grasping at his sleeve the entire time. You two get outside the airport with your suitcases, now bundled up in an adorable puffer jacket Joel had packed for you, along with a new pair of fuzzy earmuffs. You were starting to have a sneaking suspicion that there was a lot of new clothing in your suitcase.

Standing next to an impeccably shiny black car is a well dressed driver holding a tiny sign that makes you do a double take. 

Mr. & Mrs. Joel Miller.

You tug on Joel’s sleeve with eager excitement as he starts towards the man and your mouth hangs open. 

“Joel, you did not hire a fancy driver,” you scoff quietly in disbelief. Joel stops in his tracks, screeching the two of you to a halt before turning to face you. 

“If you’re already questioning me at the airplane seats ‘n the driver, it’s gonna be a long few days, honey,” he says sweetly, his voice crackling and gruff with tiredness from the long day. Your open mouth turns to a smile while you tut and shake your head. 

“You’re too much, Joel Miller…” you muse, following him to the car. The driver, Randy, takes your bags and stuffs them in the car, offering you an open car door to climb inside. Your stomach flips with butterflies, not having realized just how romantic of a weekend Joel had planned for you. You fight off a quick mist of tears as it pops up, trying not to get emotional at just how overwhelmingly thoughtful your husband could be sometimes. 

When Joel sits next to you, you clasp onto his hand tightly, giving him a watery smile that he returns with a sympathetic one of his own, reading that you’re feeling overwhelmed. Sure, since Joel had become more and more successful in his business you’d been treated beyond your wildest dreams, but sometimes it all hit you hard in one big moment like right now, filling you with gut clenching gratitude for your life. Life with Joel oftentimes feels like a dream, something you’ve stumbled into somehow that you aren’t sure you deserve. Joel would never let those thoughts slide, always reminding you how lucky he feels to have met you in that bar, that fate intervened so spectacularly in his life.

You lean your head on his shoulder for the duration of the ride to your accommodation, feeling sick with nostalgia and gratitude as you get lost in your thoughts. When the lodge comes into view, you pick your head up, mind suddenly empty as your jaw drops while you take it in.

It’s dark out, the sky black against the warm, glowing lights peeking through window panes throughout the lodge. A mountainous backdrop is still visible despite the dark night, and you can’t help but ogle at everything, imagining how stunning it will look in the daylight. The lodge is huge, ornate despite the fact that it’s meant to look simplistic and cozy with its wood siding. Joel marvels quickly at the construction out of habit, being in the business he’s in gives him a certain preclusion to commenting his two cents on every place you stay. You’re stunned silent as the back door is opened by Randy and you step out underneath a large overhang, greeted by yet another person who offers to take your bags. It’s all fuzzy, your brain tired and overwhelmed by what you’re taking in right now, the fact that just hours ago you’d been at home, content to just stay in with your husband tonight. You blink back to reality, about to speak when Joel gets to it first. 

“Please. Thank you kindly,” Joel drawls, quickly slipping them a bill from his wallet and then turning back to you, offering you his arm. You take it, practically ready to squeal loudly with excitement as you two enter the building. You admire the expansive lobby while Joel steps away to check in - high ceilings and wood beams, roaring fireplaces surrounded by cozy seating and tall, full but neatly arranged bookshelves. A winter dream if there ever was one. 

You’re gazing around,  tired, slow blinking eyes, too lost in it all to notice Joel come up next to you, his hand finding the small of your back. He leans close, lips and rough beard brushing your ear with a soft kiss.

“Room’s ready,” he practically growls, and your gut clenches at his tone, your thighs pressing together. Suddenly, your body feels alight, nerves buzzing and goosebumps peppering your flesh. Sleep is a far away notion now, recalling the way you’d begun this evening, only to have it go unfinished for the both of you. You smile, soft and docile like your husband likes, your voice a dulcet song so close to his ears.

“Lead the way.”

Your ass stings red hot from another harsh slap laid against it. Joel’s hungry mouth devouring you, your hat and coat discarded on the floor right next to the door to your room. Hair tangled from the way Joel is hanging on to it for dear life as he pounds into you. Your only view is the cream colored walls, your face pressed up against the cool, smooth surface as Joel’s body pins you there. The door had no sooner shut than Joel had thrown you here, as much clothing ripped off as he could stand before his cock was inside of you. You’d cried out, whimpered at the sudden heavenly intrusion despite your pussy needing a moment to adjust. Joel had pushed through it, anyways, delivering the first spank of the night on your ass, pants and underwear hastily pulled down, halfway down your legs - enough room for Joel to slip his cock in was good enough for now, he’d thought hastily. The pain had melded into pleasure, your cunt squeezing his cock and starting to weep, easing Joel’s firm thrusts into you.

“F-fuck…” you whine against the wall, lips hanging open as his cock hits deep, your g-spot crying out already from all the stimulation he’s giving it. He’s not going easy on you, and you’d already known he wouldn’t the second he got you alone. All those hours, the silent teasing going on in both of your heads as you’d waited for this moment.

“Takin’ my cock like such a good girl… my obedient little wife,” Joel grunts out next to your ear, his teeth scraping your earlobes, sliding to your pulse point. You shudder, your hips spasming down onto him as pleasure starts to rock your body. You’re close… so fucking close to that perfect paradise only Joel knows how to get you to. “I’d’ve fucked you right in that lobby, right in that car or that god damned plane. Want everyone to see what I do to my pretty wife, what I’ve got right here… fuckin’ mess only for me,” Joel murmurs, rambling on as he grunts over and over, giving you everything he’s got. His hands tilt your hips, holding tightly while he anchors you there. And he’s right, you are a mess. Dripping slick, coating your thighs, disheveled hair and makeup now from the pleasured tears rolling down your cheeks, wet, squelching sounds filling the hotel room that you haven’t even had a chance to see yet as your face is turned towards the corner near the doorway. It must be a sight, indeed.

“Y-yeah? Wanna s-show me off…?” you breathe out, voice trembling as much as your body is starting to. Your knees are jelly, shaking and barely able to hold you up when Joel delves deep, hitting that spongy part inside of you again, making your eyes roll back. Of course he does, you know he does - nothing brings Joel more joy than letting the world know exactly what he has.

“Fuckin’ know I do… all lookin’ at this tight little cunt takin’ my fat cock, my pretty pussy, all mine.” Joel’s body presses closer, and you’re trapped even more, the both of you damp with sweat and almost incoherent as you near your highs.

“B-baby… I’m -” you whine out, “Please…”

Joel has waited as long as he could, knowing what you need. He’d wanted you desperate for it, so close, your climax just within reach, before he took you over the edge. His hand on your hip curves forward, finding your clit, and you moan loudly at the contact on the sensitive nerves. Your body moves of its own accord, bouncing back into his thrusts wildly, barely noticing that Joel’s other hand has left your hip until it connects with your neck, hand wrapping around your throat. You gasp, the noise cut off into a small choke while Joel’s hand tightens and you croak out a moan.

“Oh my g-god… please…” you whimper again in a strained voice, hoping, no, begging for permission from him. He plays with you a little longer, feeling his cock harden beyond what he’d think possible, aching even inside of you for more, as he toys with you, making you wait. His hand squeezes your neck once more, a little harder, keeping the pressure on. You’re feral, your body screaming at you but you concentrate, holding back, your mind doing gymnastics to try to deny what your body wants so badly.

“Come.” Joel speaks the one word with finality, and you let go, your body shaking violently. His hand releases and you breathe in a full, round breath as you come, your pussy creaming so hard on his cock that you start to feel dizzy from it all. 

“God damn, good girl… comin’ so pretty right now,” he whispers to your ear, the noise tickling your mind in the best way. Joel holds you up as you moan and whimper, his name falling off your lips in the way it always does in moments like these - worshiping him. You flutter and squeeze his cock like heaven incarnate, and Joel finds he can’t hold himself back any longer, spilling into you on the tail end of your own climax with a loud grunt, pretty praises for you off his lips.

You both collapse against the wall, Joel leaning against you, and you both catch your breath, the need gone for the moment after hours of waiting. You sigh, smiling in satisfaction when Joel pulls off of you, gathering you quickly into his arms, kissing you all over your head. 

“That’s better, ain’t it?” he says teasingly, and you chuckle, nodding in his grasp. You both readjust yourselves, Joel helping you situate the clothing he’d haphazardly pulled aside in his frenzy earlier.

“Much,” you say with another sigh, leaning into him. “What time is our lesson tomorrow?”

“Not ‘till noon. Had a feeling we’d be… up late,” Joel replies wryly, and you laugh again.

“Such a planner,” you poke at him, raising your brows before tilting your head to kiss his cheek. You slip out of his hold and start to meander further into the room, jaw dropping for what feels like the hundredth time tonight while you take in the vaulted ceilings with those same warm wooden beams and white painted walls, a stone fireplace roaring in the center of the room across from the massive bed, adorned with rose petals. More roses sit atop the small breakfast table in a vase near the windows, and when you venture over there, the view you’re taking in is beyond stunning - the mountains in full view, moonlight shining over the entirety of the landscape and your eyes start to tear up. Champagne in an ice bucket, boxes of chocolate, fresh fruit, the entire works are all laid out - such a lavish, gorgeous display for the traditional romantic in you. You turn around finally, meeting Joel’s gaze, where he stands, a smitten look on his face as he watches you take it all in.

“Joel… What can I even say?” you gasp out, throwing your hands up before letting them hang back at your sides, defeated in the best way. “Thank you…” you say meekly, turning to peer out the window once more before walking towards him, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Thanked me plenty back there. An’ every day when you just be my good little wife, that’s thanks enough, doll,” Joel replies soothingly, stroking the back of your head. You lean your head against his chest, content to just listen to his heart beat for a few seconds, take in the memories of this moment. You lean back, tilting your head to give him a warm, grateful smile.

“Take me to bed?”

The next morning is far from the slow, romantic morning Joel had desired for you, realizing the both of you had forgotten to set any alarms and slept in well past 10:00 after your late night. It was barely giving the two of you time to get ready - a rushed shower and breakfast before hurrying to your skiing lesson. He’d dreamed about this hotel that he’d booked for months, the thought of waking you up with his mouth pressed deep into your cunt on that California King as he’d planned would have to be a distant fantasy as you two got on with your day. 

Joel couldn’t help but stare at you the entire lesson, the way your face is lit up with pure joy in your ski gear as you fumbled to get the hang of things along with him. He’d gotten you ski pants, a jacket, gloves, and goggles - all the works that he knew was ridiculous for your first time on the mountain for that price tag. But he also knew you’d look just like this - adorable in your matching winter set, colorful goggles perched on top of your beanie and perfect lips curled into a never ending grin - and it made it all worth it. 

Joel finds his own smile recounting the day as he keeps a steady hand on your back, the open back, low cut slinky dress he’d packed for you to wear to dinner tonight leaving plenty of skin for his hands to roam over as you two walk back to your room, full and contented. A candlelit dinner in the lodge’s shockingly expensive restaurant and a few drinks had you both feeling good as new again after your long day of skiing and mostly falling. 

You two had laughed for hours as you’d fallen on your asses more times than anyone could count. Once you got the hang of it enough to get on the smaller slopes, you’d been unable to stop giggling the entire time, you and Joel catching up at the bottom just to ride the lift up again and again. You two flirted shamelessly the entire day like two teenagers, your heart swelling with so much love for your husband like it was your first date all over again. It was nice to have this uninterrupted time to just talk, get each other caught up on the other’s recent thoughts, feelings, and days that got lost amid the hustle of daily life. 

Joel’s lips connect with the back of your neck as soon as the door to your room at the lodge is shut. “Like t’see those candy underwear again,” he mumbles to your skin, and you giggle a little too loudly, stumbling forward a bit.

Your brows wiggle as you try to crane your neck to look back at him. “That so, Mr. Miller?”

“Christ, y’only call me that when you’ve been drinkin’,” Joel teases, snaking his arms around to your front, holding you against him, the bulge in his dress pants becoming more obvious by the second as it hardens, pressing into you. “Can’t decide if it’s cute or jus’ makes me feel old.”

“No I don’t, Mr. Miller. And it is cute,” you demand, trying to hide the tiniest bit of a slur in your voice. Joel wasn’t wrong, you had been known to use that particular nickname for him after a few drinks, but you tended to be a bit of a bratty, indignant drunk. 

“Thas right, ‘cause everythin’ you do is cute, m’little wife.” Joel says with a smile in his voice. His lips connect with your neck once again, trailing a few kisses down your spine. “An’ sexy…” he adds in a lower tone, one hand sliding to your hip, then your ass, squeezing hard before giving it a playful smack.

“Keep talkin’ if you want those candy panties to see the light of day again,” you reply, leaning back into him, your weight immediately welcomed by his warm, solid body. 

“Oh, sweet girl, always gettin’ so bold with that wine, aren’t ya?” Joel’s hold tightens, one hand splayed across your torso and the other gripping your ass hard enough to bruise. “You forgotten who’s in charge here? Hm, baby?”

“A-actually, it was champagne…” you strain out, starting to pant as Joel’s hold goes even tighter, his domination quickly getting your thighs sticky, and you lament the fact you don’t have any underwear on right now. All at Joel’s request, of course, that you forgo any underwear at dinner tonight. You just whimper out a quiet moan, knowing you’ve gotten Joel riled up enough to keep going on his own volition.

“Think I don’t call the shots suddenly, huh? My sweet, sweet wife, we both know,” he pauses, mouth moving right next to your ear. A small nibble, his breath warm and tickling you in the best way right on sensitive skin sends a shudder through you. “That if I say put those fuckin’ candy panties on right this god damn minute, you’re gonna do it, yeah?”

Joel’s teeth suddenly sink into your neck a little, a tiny bite followed by a suck, and you nod desperately, silently cursing yourself for giving in so quickly, not giving yourself a little more time to play with him, let that tiny bratty part of you out of her cage for one of her rare appearances.

“Ain’t that right?” Joel repeats, giving your hair a little tug.

“Y-yes, Joel, yes baby…” you breathe out, and he releases your hair, his hold loosening on your body before he gives a loving pat to your ass. 

“Good girl,” he coos, satisfied, sending another wave of heat to the apex of your thighs to hear his praise. A tiny moan slips out at the two words, still so effective after all these years. Joel chuckles, a tiny little huff off his lips as he spins you to face him. His hand cups your pussy through your dress, pushing the silky material between your legs before he tuts.

“Soakin’ yourself jus’ from gettin’ called a good girl…” he murmurs, lips getting dangerously close to yours. “Good. Girl.” he says with a smirk against your lips before kissing you. It’s long and deep, reminding you that behind the play and facade is an infinite amount of care for you - his wife, his forever.

He tears himself away, leaning his forehead against yours. “Now, go on and change f’me.” 

You nod against him, then step back when he releases you from his hold. Breathless, on shaky legs, you rummage through your suitcase to pull out the candy set, smiling when you hold up the pastel treats, strung up on what might be the world’s flimsiest string. One minute in Joel’s rough, domineering hands and these would be toast, you think, almost laughing to yourself. 

You see Joel go towards the fireplace, sinking himself down in one of the plush chairs there and crossing his ankle over his knee, settling back as he unbuttons the top few buttons of his crisp white dress shirt, watching you expectantly. You scurry off under his hot gaze, using the bathroom to change out of his eyesight before reemerging in his requested lingerie. You fight a giggle, wine still coursing through you while being reminded of the pure ridiculousness of this little stunt of yours. 

Joel eats with his eyes first and foremost, sweeping them up your body as he finishes getting comfortable, unbuttoning and rolling up his sleeves. You stand in front of him, thankful for the warmth of the fireplace right next to the two of you in your skimpy ensemble, and take him in right back. Broad, muscled, just starting to show his age with more grays every time you blink, and you love it. Love every inch of Joel. 

“On the ground,” Joel says coolly, and you smirk, trying to hide it into a submissive, coy smile. Your knees go first, the plush rug under them a welcome relief, pure fluffy luxury in a weekend full of it. You start to lay prone, chest heaving with anticipation, mind spinning and reeling, wondering what torturous loving Joel has in store, how much he’ll milk it all out just for your tiny bit of bratiness earlier.

“Jus’ like that, thas’ right.” He leans forward and smiles, a little devilish and boyish in one, and you think you fall in love again as you watch him moving, looming over you now. He quickly palms the outside of his slacks, just the quickest relief before sliding his hand away, starting to circle you. 

“Where to start…” Joel trills, and your body heats up even more while his eyes dig into you. When he’s standing at your feet, he starts to come down, leaning his entire body over you. “Can you be a good little doll and lay still while I have my treat?”

Breathless, you nod. Your eyes roll back a little when you blink hard, trying to catch your breath. Joel’s lifted brow and stare prompt you without him even having to say it - use your words, darlin’.

“Yes,” you say more confidently, and Joel smiles sweetly down at you. 

“Good.”

He starts slow, lips moving languidly across your belly, up to where the candy rests on your tits, lapping at the sweetness there for a few licks. 

“Mmm…” Joel mumbles. He’s back on you the next second, sucking the candies right on top of your nipples. The friction of the hard candies combined with the tiny licks of his tongue coming through to the hardened buds has your back arching, hips searching for him. You squirm, panting now when he bites through the candy, grazing your nipple with his teeth. Joel’s hands come down, ever so gently guiding your hips back down to the plush rug underneath you. 

“What’d I say about bein’ still?” Joel teases, holding you there now before going back to bite again, crunching the candies before using his sugary tongue to tease your nipple with a few flicks as it pokes through the hole he’s just made. You start to moan, already a lost cause for your husband, the thought of trying to keep your body still already torturous. 

“I c-can’t help it… I’m sorry, sir,” you pant out when your hips lift again, his mouth working harder and harder on your nipples. He grunts disapprovingly and continues on until both of your nipples are free, surrounded by the rest of the candy bra. Joel seems like a man possessed, lost in it all while he devours the candies, sucking and licking each new patch of skin, a sticky, sweet mess all over your skin. 

You’re aching, body tense and in hot, hot need of him now as he teases you over and over. Your thighs clamp tight, trying to avoid bucking them up into where his hard, clothed cock hovers teasingly right above you. His hand grips tightly to your hip, the string of candy taut between his fingers. He’s eaten enough of the bra that it’s starting to droop, fall off of you completely, and Joel tears it aside, scattering the rest of the candies along the floor with a tinkling sound that pulls you out of the moment for a beat as you turn your head to watch the treats roll away.

“Good girl, bein’ so good f’me… such a sweet little thing…” Joel says, lifting his head off of your chest, giving you ferocious, unhinged eyes and candy tinted lips, puffy and overused.

“J-joel… please…” you whine out, the way he’s looking at you pulsing right to your already soaking cunt. His hand slips underneath the panties while he keeps his eyes on yours, watching them roll back completely as he fingers your clit. Your hips buck, finally, unable to stop it and you feel your lip quiver as a shaky moan releases from them. Joel leans forward, his lips finding yours and kissing you zealously, a glace mix of him and the sweets has your head spinning as you lap the taste off of his lips and tongue eagerly.

“So sweet…” you mumble into his mouth, going back for more and more, until you’re feeling just as sticky and sweaty as he is, the slow burn starting to gnaw at you, your core dripping while Joel rubs the softest circles over your bundle of nerves.

“You’re perfect, y’know,” Joel breathes out, lifting his lips off of yours just the tiniest bit. “My perfect girl…” You moan when his finger suddenly sinks inside of you, too caught up in the moment to even notice when he’d delicately slipped it from your clit to your clenching hole. You suck him in greedily, desperate for anything he’ll give you and whimper.

Joel contorts himself, sliding down your body, keeping his finger moving at a languid, steady pace as his mouth now meets the candy panties, nibbling along the top of it. You’re losing control, unable to take the teasing anymore, the slowness of everything, your rough and ready husband nowhere to be found right now. 

Your moans become breathier, urgent and panting out of you more quickly than you can handle, your mind going a little fuzzy and light as the feeling of Joel completely takes over you.

“There we go… jus’ float on away baby, let me take you there…” Joel coos from your hip where his lips graze against your skin as another few pieces of candy come off. You give him an affirmative noise, barely registered even by your own mind as your eyes slip closed, your body warm and tingling, so desperately close to the edge. Joel’s finger hooks upwards inside of you and you gasp loudly, your body wracked with spasms as you start to come onto his thick finger. Joel lets you freely writhe and shake now, not bothering to have you lay still while he fucks his finger against your g-spot relentlessly while you ride out the waves of pleasure. You’re whimpering, a complete mess, chest, face, cunt, all feeling sticky and completely used by the man you love.

Your head lolls along the rug a bit before you blindly reach your hand for Joel, grasping his shoulder with your eyes still lazing shut. “F-fuck me, please… please,” you whimper, lightly clawing at his dress shirt.

You hear one more crunch of the candies before Joel’s fingers hook on the sides of the delicate string and pull your panties off. You can feel him, his presence hovering above you as he sits back on his knees and you hear him unbuckling his belt, imagining in your mind the sight of his hard cock coming free, readying itself at your entrance. You can barely think about opening your leaden eyes right now, still on the heels of your climax as your chest heaves up and down. You can feel the warmth radiating off of Joel as he climbs on top of you, hands gripping your calves to lift your legs up enough for him to fit snugly between them.

You grit your teeth a little, grunting out a gratified moan when you feel Joel start to push himself in, your cunt fluttering as it accepts as much of him as he’ll give. You’re greedy tonight, you can feel it, just needing everything Joel can give you, how far away from reality he could take you tonight.

He pumps in and out, almost uncharacteristic in his tentativeness, more of his thick length going in each time, and you finally peek your eyes open slowly, hands reaching to his shoulders and pushing underneath the collar of his dress shirt, finding his warm skin. He’s moving slower than he normally would, and you find his face looking down at you with adoration, just content to watch your face twitch and contort with each unhurried drag of his cock along your silky walls.

“Lookin’ like an angel,” Joel comments, seeing your face sheening and glowing from your climax, hair splayed around your head like a halo - pure angelic beauty, a work of art that Joel could never tire of gazing upon. You smile softly, one of your hands stroking his cheek lovingly, soft moans streaming out of you while he keeps up the same pace.

“Baby…” you moan, “I s-said to fuck me, please…”

“I am, little doll…” Joel teases back with a slow push of his dick into you, and you shake your head.

“You know what I meeeeaan,” you whine desperately, fingers itching to reach down and grasp his hips, pull him into you harder. Joel’s hips twitch a little faster, starting to roll into you with more force and you sigh, head thrown back a bit more.

“What, like this?”

Uh-huh. You start to go a little breathless, legs wrapping around Joel’s waist, securing your calves tightly against him.

“You want me to use you up again, hm? That it? My poor baby, she jus’ wants this tight little hole to be so fucked out she can’t walk, doesn’t she?” Joel says, patronizingly sweet with the drawl of each word.

You nod desperately. “Please, sir, t-that’s…” you stop to moan loudly when he bucks into you harder and harder. “That’s all I want…” you finally choke out, Joel’s cock hitting you so deep you nearly feel your breath stolen right from your lungs.

“What my pretty wife wants, she gets,” Joel practically sings to you, bringing his lips down to yours for a kiss, letting his mouth sloppily work its way to your neck, starting to bite and suck while he crashes into you harder with each thrust. You can only make tiny noises, clutching him as your hands snake around his neck, holding him close to you. Joel grunts loudly between sloppy licks and sucks on your throat, his hips moving more clumsily as your walls squeeze him to the point he’s not sure how much longer he can hold back.

“God damn it baby, this little pussy wants me in there so bad, she’s so greedy,” Joel punches out right next to your ear. You shudder, hips spasming and only tightening you around him further. Joel groans loudly.

“Please…” is all you can whisper, out of breath as he hits deep inside of you with each new movement. 

“Fuck, c-can’t… need to fill you up, darlin’, need you fuckin’ full of me…”

“Pleaaaase…” More urgently this time, lips dry from the way you’re sucking in oxygen in quick gasps, starting to feel your orgasm clawing at your belly, tingly and hot.

“Fuckin’ full of me… gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart. Give you my f-fuckin’ baby right now… m-make you swell up,” Joel pants, his face buried in your shoulder, biting down. You gasp, completely lost to the moment, fingers digging into his skin as you pull him in tighter, legs and feet crushed against his back. There are no two bodies here, only togetherness and sweat and breath - two people so lost in the moment and pure pleasure that they’re outside of themselves, becoming one frenzied movement to climb higher and higher to that sweet peak of relief.

“F-fuck… yes, yes, baby, yes…” you moan out. “Fill me up… d-do it…” you whine. With a stunted grunt Joel’s hips stutter forward, burying himself deep. The power, the emotion of it all as he starts to paint your walls tips you over the edge, fluttering tightly around him as you milk every bit of his seed into you, spasming and moaning as you reach another high.

“Oh my god…” you breathe out as you come hard, Joel’s ragged breath right in your ear softly moaning for you. The both of you fully collapse, Joel rolling to the side, clutching an arm around your chest. The crackling sound of the fireplace start to come back into your consciousness, the stillness and warmth of the room hitting you all over again while you lay back, feeling the stickiness of the two of you steadily leaking out of you. You’re speechless now, barely able to catch your breath, let alone process what Joel had hummed into your ear in the heat of the moment.

A baby. Did he really want that with you? 

You two hadn’t discussed having children very often just yet, wanting to wait and enjoy being married, being just you two for a few years. But you felt your heart flutter a little, the thought of a little life inside of you, yours and Joel’s, a beautiful loved baby that you’d grow and nurture together. You can scarcely breathe at the thought, the love your heart swells with for this faraway notion, this unconceived child, already imprinting themselves onto your heart.

“Joel…” you murmur. His head turns towards you, and you watch light flickering around him from the shadows the fire is casting along his golden skin.

“I-” Joel stutters, seeing the look in your eyes. For once, he’s not sure he can quite read it. He knows he said something so much more tangible this time, beyond all the dirty talk the both of you love to get lost in. It was too much, surely, he’d scared you with it. “I’m sorry, honey, that was… jus’ caught in the moment, maybe…”

Your face falls a little, eyes dropping to peer past him with a sad look. “Were you?” you ask timidly, hands coming together on your belly and wringing nervously.

Joel’s eyes bore into yours, soft now, none of that feral fire that was there only minutes ago. He shakes his head slowly.

“N-no, no I wasn’t, doll,” he replies quietly. Your lips twitch a little, a small smile that you’re not able to hold back now.

“I, uh, I wasn’t either,” you tell him, and Joel’s eyes flash, lighting up a bit.

He turns completely on his side, and you do too, facing each other and scooting even closer. Joel drapes a hand over you, starting to rub lazy patterns onto your back. “So should we… uh, talk about this, then?” he asks, giving you a half, lopsided smile.

You give him a nod and a toothy grin, resting your forehead against his. “Get me those chocolates on the table over there and then we’re in business.” Joel moves without hesitation, winking at you as he pulls himself off the floor.

“Anythin’ f’you, darlin’."

You have no idea what hour it is, how long you’ve even been asleep when you feel Joel’s warm body pressing into yours, his chest now up against your back. The room is still nearly pitch black, making you take a moment to recall exactly where you are. You sigh, smiling softly at the memory of your trip thus far and you see a tiny sliver of light coming in around the blackout curtains in the room, clearly doing their job well by keeping you two asleep for god knows how long.

“Baby…” Joel whispers in your ear. You roll over slightly, your ass now rubbing into his crotch. Your eyes flutter slightly when you feel his cock, already half hard for you. Your insatiable husband, fucking you within an inch of your life for two nights in a row, and still coming back for more - a rare man of his age so voraciously consuming you over and over, never seeming to be satisfied.

“Hmm?” you murmur in reply. Joel wraps an arm across you, snuggling you closer, all warm heat against his broad, naked chest.

“Mornin’...” he mumbles back, lips pressed to your neck. “Sweet girl.”

“Morning, handsome,” you say, reaching an arm behind you to cup Joel’s cheek, running your fingers through his beard. He hums in pleasure, dipping his lips down to kiss your neck again. You shudder, digging yourself deeper under the plush comforter as you feel goosebumps covering your entire body. Joel’s hands start to roam, sliding over the skimpy, half see through pink slip you’d discovered in your suitcase last night.

Joel is suddenly shifting in the bed, and you feel the sheets rustling next to you before he’s bumping your legs as he climbs over them, settling himself underneath the comforter right in between your thighs. His touch just grazes over your plush thighs, soft and gentle, how Joel tends to be first thing in the mornings before he descends into the rough, possessive man that you’re more used to.

“So soft, little doll…” Joel murmurs from between your legs, his breath hot on your inner thighs while he leans down to kiss the outside of your panties. You just mumble incoherent noises of affirmation, still half asleep. Joel makes quick work of your panties, a pair to match the slip, of course, and pulls them down your legs, discarding them in the mess of sheets.

Your hips buck, a louder moan escaping you when his mouth finds your warm center, already wet and wanting for him.

“She’s ready f’me, ain’t she… waitin’ on her mornin’ wakeup,” Joel teases before running his tongue up your slit another time, flicking it on your clit a few times. A gentle suck there has your whining ramping up, hips begging him for more more more already. You’re barely even lucid yet and Joel is on the precipice of pulling yet another earth shattering orgasm out of you.

“J-jesus… please…” you beg, already feeling the familiar warmth pooling tighter in your core, your knees wobbling as they curl up, giving you some leverage to lazily push your hips against Joel’s tongue as it moves along your pussy.

“C’mon baby, fall apart f’me, s’okay it’s so fast…” Joel pulls back to murmur to you, kissing along your inner thighs as he speaks.

Your hand snakes below the sheets, burying your fingers into his lush, gorgeous curls, letting them massage his scalp as he dives back into your cunt, licking in just the right way he knows makes you go crazy with need, that makes you come within minutes, sometimes even much less.

You moan loudly, hips spasming as your climax surprises you suddenly, the waves of pleasure hitting you while Joel lets you ride it out onto his face. Your eyes roll back and you whimper quietly as you come down, flopping onto the bed with a content little sigh, body going limp. Joel kisses his way up your stomach, chest, and finally your lips, where you taste that primal honey of yourself on his lips. You quickly fall back into a dozing, lazy state before Joel wakes you again with his lips on your neck.

“Gonna order us room service,” he whispers near your ear, and you nod, finally opening your eyes to see your husband’s rugged, handsome face hovering above yours. Sharp smirk, stress lines, wild bedhead and all - he’s perfect, and you can’t help but smile sleepily in return. 

“There she is,” he teases, giving your forehead a smooch. “One mention of breakfast and she’s all bright eyed ‘n bushy tailed, huh?” You stick your tongue out teasingly, waggling your head at him.

“How about we eat, then we can go explore the town, do a little shoppin’ f’you, see the sights ‘n all that, hm?” Joel asks, and you nod tiredly but excitedly. 

“Mmm, sounds good,” you agree, blinking slowly as you try to wake up, finally coming to enough to recall the conversation the two of you had last night. The dreams you’d shared, hopes you had for having a child, all the ways your lives would change but also stay quite the same. The way your love would stay the same, deepen even, with seeing the other become a parent. Weighing it all carefully but with hopeful hushed voices, wondering if this was the right time for that next step for the two of you. When you’d both tearfully agreed that you’d start really trying in a few months after some more planning and thought, your heart soared higher than the clouds, than anywhere you could even conceive in your mind, chest tight with anticipation for all of it.

This morning that same feeling persists as you look upon Joel - so steady, so assured - everything you’ve ever dreamed of right here in this one man.

“How about we get some practice in while we wait for the food…” you suggest with your raspy, sleep laden voice, raising your brows at him as you feel his cock brush against you again, clearly hard and wanting.

“Baby makin’ practice?” Joel teases, scooping you up into his arms and peppering kisses all along the side of your face. “That kinda practice, hm? Not just an excuse to get me naked again?”

You laugh, turning your head to kiss him back, relishing in the familiar plumpness of his lips, the taste of your husband, all of it like a map you’ve traced your fingers over hundreds of times now, knowing every route, twist, and turn, filled with such a deep appreciation for the landscape laid out in front of you. You smile again as you two look at each other, feeling your cheeks starting to hurt from the way you’ve been grinning practically non-stop for the last two days because of your gruff but secretly so soft husband. Your hand moves upwards to cup his cheek, sincerity written all over you.

 “Happy Valentine’s Day, Joel.”

Joel smiles back, the same unspoken thoughts and deeply rooted loving care for you penned all over his features, entrenched in every weathered line, nook, and cranny of him. 

“Happy Valentine’s, little doll.”

dividers by the amazing @/saradika-graphics <3

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[shurisneakers]

unsolved (ii)

Summary: Bucky doesn't even believe in the paranormal. So who the hell thought it was a good idea to stick him in a series about everything haunted for the internet's amusement? With his loose-canon of a teammate who has no concept of subtlety or shits left to give, to make things even worse. (Buzzfeed unsolved AU)

Warnings: swearing, frustrated bucky at his little shit supreme, obnoxious reader, mentions of hauntings and the things that come with (body harm, priests, etc). images all have alt texts.

A/N: if you're familiar with the format of BuzzFeed unsolved videos, the pictures in this chapter make more sense. anyway we're starting small to warm up but i assure u there's like actual paranormal shit from next chapter onward <3 thank u for the chaotic response to chapter 1 ily guys sm ! as usual, please send me things you'd like to see in the series! it always make me so happy

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Bucky loves the compound. The sentiment carries a lot, considering he’s made it a non-negotiable part of his personal brand to hate everything. 

The lush landscape is quiet, spacious enough that he isn’t forced to run into anyone he’s actively avoiding, and has state-of-the art security that lets him sleep soundly, assured that no one will be able to get to his floor in an assassination attempt. 

All of his deep love and fond admiration disappears when it’s the crackass of dawn and his oakwood door receives the beat down of a lifetime. 

He snaps awake instantly, unsure of whether there was someone actually trying to kick the shit out of his door or it was just another nightmare that often blurred lines with reality. 

But after the third deafeningly loud knock confirms it, he scrambles for a pair of pants just so that he isn’t caught entirely vulnerable. 

The thrashing doesn’t cease, and by the time he makes his way to the door and yanks it open– 

There’s no one on the other side. 

Except a coffee cup on the ground and a note scribbled haphazardly on the side.

Shoot day. See you at the studio!

He stares wordlessly at the cup, unable to differentiate whether the feeling coursing through the very fibres of his being currently is pure blinding rage, or confusion that you apparently knew his coffee order. 

The studio is fucking empty. If Bucky wasn’t still reeling from the effects of being startled awake by a fake intrusion at 5am, he’d have been over the damn moon.

He does his part as a man of honour and righteousness– calls out a very quiet ‘Hello?’ and then doesn’t bother feeling guilt when his heart explodes in joy at the lack of response.  

He spins on his heel to march out, only to come to an abrupt stop when he almost runs into you. He didn’t even fucking hear you come in. 

“Oh, hey.” You look at him, hand on a bagel. “You actually showed.”

Bucky’s smile falters, and he returns to his default Grinchian state. 

“You made sure I fuckin’ did,” he grumbles. “How’d you get on my floor?”

“I have my ways.”

Bucky’s glare presses hard into you almost like a palpable entity. 

“I did a gig as an escape artist for a while. Paid super well,” you dismiss. 

He doesn’t blink once, trying to decipher whether you’re telling him the truth or not. 

You offer him a bite from your bagel in return, seemingly having moved on from the conversation already. 

“Where’s everyone else?” he asks, turning away from you.   

“Maya didn’t actually think you’d show up on time so she told everyone to come an hour later.” You speak through a mostly full mouth. “I figured you could use the company.” 

Bucky immediately feels defensive, as if that wasn’t exactly what he tried to do. 

He grumbled all through the morning when he saw fifteen text reminders sent to him through the night telling him he had to shoot a video that day. He grumbled when he couldn’t use traffic as an excuse to not show up because the studio is two streets away from the compound. He grumbled when the toaster actually works for once. Everything is right in the world. This was, of course, devastating to him. 

He finally shuts up when Sam gives him a piece of gum. Then he just glowers, but his jaw is otherwise occupied. 

“She set you on me this morning?” Bucky questions, tone on the verge of being ticked. 

You shake your head, swallowing before taking another bite. “No, that was social service.”

Bucky’s eye twitches. 

“I’ll come back in an hour,” he mumbles, arms crossed over his chest. 

You give him a look that lets him know you’re entirely unconvinced. “Will you?”

Well. No.

“I’m gonna look around the studio. You’re welcome to join,” you say instead, looking past him. “We’ll need to know where we’re working for the next few months.”

Few months? No no– few hours at max, if this were to go exactly his way. 

“Video’s not gonna do numbers,” he reminds you in a dull utterance.

“With an enthusiasm like that, it’s hard to see why you’re not universally beloved, Barnes,” you comment seriously, before clapping his shoulder. “Come on. You ever look at yourself in a mirror? You’re gonna be a star, baby.”

Bucky, in his current chosen avatar, looks less 'man of the world' and more 'reject of the jungle’. 

But the sentiment is appreciated.

The studio is moderately big. 

You find joy in messing around with set pieces of the other Avengers video series that were being shot there. Bucky finds joy in locating every possible escape route within a three foot vicinity. 

He’s admittedly surprised by learning how much actually goes into making a simple video. He just figured they’d stick a camera in his face and teleprompt him and get it over it. 

You chat animatedly about the use of gimbals and different camera gear, lighting setups and sound quality.

“You into this stuff?” He raises an eyebrow.

“No, I just did a stunt as a wedding videographer once,” you wave off, “It was great. You could always tell which couples were gonna get divorced within a year.”

Something unrecognisable flashes in his eyes. 

“Escape artist and wedding videographer,” he repeats.

You stop talking to look at him.

“Yes,” you say simply and go on to provide no further explanation. 

If the morning’s antics weren’t enough, now he’s convinced you’re fucking with him.

“Anyway, they’ll probably stick us in makeup before we go on camera because it–”  

“Makeup?”

“Well– yeah. For the video.” Your eyes dart toward him, sizing him up in a quick glance. “If you look any paler, you’d basically be translucent.”

Bucky can’t even debate it. His skin looks like it hasn't felt the gentle touch of a sunray in millennia.  

“Just say it’s part of the theme.”

You snort. “The first ghost I hunt cannot be one who sits beside me.” 

So Bucky gets his makeup done. 

By the time the studio fills in, he’s already drunk two cups of the shitty breakroom coffee and found fifteen innocuous things to fashion into weaponry if things were to go awry.

The large bright lights force him to keep wiping beads of sweat away from his forehead. Everything exists in a contrarian state of frenzy, and coordinated down to the second as if it were a damn rocket launch. He’s already had three staff members dart about him cross checking if he’s hydrated and if he’s signed the right forms. 

“Oh, you actually showed,” he hears for the second time from Maya, who doesn’t even make an attempt to hide the earnest surprise from her voice.

Bucky wants to scream.

“The team’s picked a really simple case since it’s the first video. You just need to read it out,” she explains breezily, switching from you to him, “and you need to react.” 

You flash her a thumbs up. Bucky doesn’t move an inch. He’s convinced it’ll trigger another round of people meddling with his hair until it looks ‘sufficiently casual but not artificial’. 

 Maya hurriedly leaves after wishing you good luck, probably to fix the walking PR disaster that was Clint, who unceremoniously went live on his Instagram the night before after consuming something he procured from some guy in an alleyway, who described it as ‘carbonated milk’. Bucky watched it for a few seconds and immediately shut down the app when Clint offered to take one article of clothing off for every million people that tuned in.

“I asked for there to be as few people in the room as possible,” you whisper to him. 

“Still a lot,” he replies under his breath, watching them buzz around him, still brushing up his face and dabbing at his hairline with a napkin. 

Someone hands you a folder full of papers. “We lose any more and we’re filming this video ourselves.” 

“All ready!” The camera guy, Shane, announces. 

“Copy that,” you call back, before leaning forward in your chair, grinning. “Chill. I’m gonna do the talking. All you gotta do is say a few words and look pretty.” 

That sounds…doable. 

“Make it fast,” Bucky mutters, crossing his arms over his chest.

Whether he was talking about the video or his death is still up for debate. 

“Recording in three…two…one–”

The whole studio waits with bated breath, but Bucky stares right ahead. 

“When I said a ‘few words’, I did mean one or two, possibly more,” you talk through your smile.  

Bucky continues looking into the camera like it stole his ancestral property.

You exhale, soldiering on, lips still upturned. 

You look at Bucky, hopeful that he will at least answer a question. He doesn’t offer the same kindness, and now you understand why Maya reached out to you for this. 

So you do what needs to be done, as a person with a responsibility to all these fine and tired souls gathered here on a weekend.

You kick him under the table. 

The crew waits for Bucky to say more. He very pointedly doesn’t. 

At least one sound has been procured from him, which is more than what they can say for some other videos.

You continue, “Our story takes place in 1954, in the quaint, rural town of Ravenswood. Irene–”

Bucky scoffs. “You made that up.”

Would now be a good time for him to bring up your previous job experiences you  had dropped so casually or was this enough to let you know he was onto you? 

Your eyebrows pull together, scanning over the sentence. “I haven't even said anything yet.”

“A horror story. Taking place in Raven’s Woods,” Bucky emphasises. “Really.”

Bitch.

“First of all, it’s Ravenswood, not Raven’s Woods,” you shoot back. “And it exists.”

“Where?” He raises an eyebrow. 

“I don’t know– fuckin’ West Virginia?” You shuffle through the papers. “Does it matter? You wanna move there?”

Bucky doesn’t add anything further. 

You observe him for a moment before deciding to continue. 

“In the quiet town of Ravenswood,” you side eye him but he doesn’t look affected. “Irene Wendelin, a 35-year-old woman moved into a house on the outskirts to save up money. She lived alone, had no immediate relatives and worked as a secretary at the local press.”

Bucky continues chewing his gum. You’re not even sure he’s listening, but everyone got paid by the hour regardless of whether he did, so who gives a shit. 

“Within a few weeks of moving in, strange incidents started to take place. Irene’s friend Thelma, who also worked as a secretary at the press, recalled how Irene developed a persistent cough, was constantly fatigued, and had issues sleeping due to her skin itching. Thelma suggested solutions from ointments to medication, but not one remedy that she provided seemed to work. As time went by, Irene’s symptoms escalated into severe respiratory problems, leaving her breathless just from climbing up a flight of stairs. She even reportedly started having hallucinations of people crawling around in her house in the dark, but she was never able to catch them in their entirety.”

“How long did this take?” Bucky questions out of the blue, arms still crossed over his chest. 

“I think within a couple of weeks of moving in.” You try not to look too surprised. “Further, Thelma recalls Irene saying she heard strange sounds at night which kept her up. The only time the woman felt normal was when she left her house to stay with her cousins for a month.”

Bucky’s head snaps to you, eyes narrowing.  

“What?” you challenge.

“Nothin’,” he says instead. “Go on.”

You cast a look at the crew, who look just as confused as you, but you continue regardless. 

“Things escalated when one day, Irene showed up to work in complete disarray. Thelma says that upon a closer look, Irene had bite marks over her hands and legs. Thelma, a devout Christian, insisted on getting the place checked out by the church since all else had failed. Father Gabriel, a local priest, agreed to visit the house, but upon setting foot inside, claimed it was haunted by ‘forces of evil whose reality existed beyond mortal comprehension’. This was the last straw for Thelma, who had Irene move into her house until she found a new place to stay. Within a few weeks, Irene was back to normal, and the house is still considered one of the most haunted places in the country to this place, with no one allowed to enter.” 

Bucky looks at his arms, jaw tightening. 

Your eyebrow twitches.

You could see Maya shaking her head from across the room, entirely fucking defeated. 

You wait a few seconds but receive no response. Bucky’s gaze doesn’t shift from the table top. 

You start gathering the folder with the story in it, getting ready to read out your conclusion. 

You stare at him, but he doesn’t look up at you.

Collectively, every spine in the room straightens. 

“Asbestos?” you echo.

“Or mold. Could be either.” Bucky shrugs, chewing on the same stupid piece of gum that had lost its flavour hours ago. 

You look at him in bewilderment, partly because you weren’t expecting him to say anything at all, much less this. 

“Had an aunt once who thought she was possessed. Turns out her walls were full of mold.” 

You stare at him. “You’re lying.”

He finally turns to you, no traces of humour on his face. “She got remarried and moved out. Good as new.” 

“That doesn’t mean it’s asbestos.”

“Had the same symptoms an’ everything. Itchy skin, breathing problems, fatigue.” 

“Hallucinations?”

“Stress. Being poisoned twenty-four hours a day’ll do a number on anyone.”

“And the bite marks?” 

“You never had an itch so bad you just bit it?”

“On her legs?” you ask incredulously. “She bit her legs? Is that what you’re saying?”

Bucky shrugs. 

You look like you’re going to lose your mind. 

You clear your throat. “What about the priest?

Bucky snorts. “What ‘bout him?” 

“'Forces of evil whose reality existed beyond mortal comprehension’?” 

“Maybe it was her,” he fires back. “Maybe that's just how she was, how would you know?”

“You’re saying the forces of evil are just… her bad vibes?” you say it slowly, as if that would make it better. 

“Maybe.” Bucky’s shoulders rise and drop again. “My aunt was a real stick in the mud too. I coulda called her a force’a evil when she didn’t let me fire a bottle rocket into the tree.” 

You narrow your eyes at him. Bucky looks back innocently.

“You’re bullshitting.”

“About my aunt?” he scoffs. “I would never. Rest her soul. Made some damn good cranberry pie.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s not asbestos.”

“Then why was she fine every time she moved out?”

“Because the house was haunted.”

“By mold.”

Maya clears her throat, pointing to her watch. 

You look back at her and clear your throat as well, shuffling around your papers. 

“Right. So that’s it for this episode.”

The camera guy yells “Cut!’ and you turn to look at Bucky.

But he’s already gone. 

The video goes up that weekend. 

It takes a considerable amount of time to edit, considering they had to bleep out  the steady stream of expletives that you didn’t even know Bucky was muttering under his breath, but got picked up by the mic anyway.

To Barnes (Work):

are you ready for your influencer era

He leaves you on seen. You think you’ll send him more memes of his stupid face.

To Barnes (Work):

influenza

Five hours since the video has gone up, and your phone starts buzzing more than usual. Nat’s already sent you a clearly AI generated article titled ‘Everything We Know About the Latest Avenger’, full of incorrect information and straight up lies. 

The first reviews are promising. Sort of. The newest generation of kids on Twitter are saying shit and using terms that are beyond you, but it looks good. You think.

And then somewhere close to midnight, your phone chimes with a text from a number you hadn’t yet saved. 

From unknown

Hey. Steve Rogers here. Great job on the video.

Your eyebrows shoot up, discarding your refreshing of the Subreddit that has popped up in your name. 

From unknown

Just letting you know though– he was lying.

From unknown

He doesn’t have an aunt. 

Motherfucker.

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[misc-obeyme]

XOXO

Happy Valentine's Day!

I wanted to do a cute and quick little headcanon, so this is the brothers reacting to MC giving them a box of conversation hearts. If you'd like me to do the other characters as well, feel free to send me a request for it. 💕 ETA: Part two is here!

GN!MC x the demon brothers

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

He does understand that there is limited space on these tiny chalk hearts, but is that really an excuse for the terrible spelling? LUV U and U R CUTE really make him frown.

Despite this, Lucifer does think it's very cute of you to give them to him. He will keep them on his desk, safe in their box, and woe betide anyone who even dares to touch them. He won't even touch them himself and no, it has nothing to do with getting chalky candy dust on his spotless black gloves.

He may not fully understand your human customs, MC, but he truly does appreciate your thoughtfulness. When you're spending time with him while he does paperwork, he will actually pick one out to give to you. It's the one that says ALL MINE.

He waits to see if you blush. If you do, he's out of his seat in an instant, pulling you to your feet so he can kiss you. He'll whisper in your ear about how you are, in fact, all his.

Mammon

At first he's too busy being flustered by the fact that you gave him something so cute to consider anything else. But once he's calmed down, he starts scheming. Hey, MC! Don't ya think Devildom variants of these'd sell like hotcakes? You'd both be rich!

You get to decide if you indulge this idea or not. Though admittedly, it'd be pretty interesting to see what kinds of phrases you might come up with for a Devildom variant. They might say things like LUV POTION or SPELL ON U or maybe even HEART HEX. The two of you have a fun time coming up with these, whether or not you actually make them.

Mammon might think that you're only giving these to him because it's what humans do on Valentine's Day. He thinks it's cute, but he doesn't know if it means anything special. You can remove his doubts by choosing a specific message out of the box, though.

Put one that says KISS ME in his hand and it's all over for you. If you're around other people, you can be sure he's dragging you into the nearest empty room.

Leviathan

Ahh! MC! Did you know they actually made a promotional version of these for the anime I Made A Cake For My Crush Decorated With Candy Hearts But They Turned Out To Be Cursed And Now She's A Dragon? They had some in the box that were actually cursed and would turn anyone who ate them into a dragon for a day! They were pulled from the shelves, but he still has three boxes of them that have never been opened.

You listen to this in amusement, but you're quick to let him know that these are just regular human world candy hearts. As far as you know, there are no curses on them. Levi finds he's actually quite excited to try the real thing.

That is, until he starts to read the messages. Each heart he reads makes his blush get worse until he eventually asks you if you realize what these candies say. That blush goes deep red when you indicate that you are fully aware.

He'll get it together and actually try one, though. He's trying not to think too much about the messages. They taste kinda funny and they're a little chalky, but he loves them because they're from you. Give him one that says HUG ME to watch him blush all over again before he reluctantly puts his arms around you. Wait a moment and he'll melt in your embrace.

Satan

He's heard of these, though he's never had the occasion to try them for himself. He's skeptical of their texture, but he finds the little messages charming. He will eat some if you insist. He's grateful you thought of him, MC. He truly appreciates your gift.

Then again, these little conversation hearts are like a puzzling challenge. How can he make them say what he wants to say to you? They're so brief and they don't make much sense even when strung together. He spends half a day staring at them and thinking about it.

You eventually find a set of them lined up neatly on the table in your room. They say U & ME, FOREVER, SAY YES, MY LOVE. You look around for him, but Satan isn't there. He left these here for you to find on your own. You'll have to go looking for him in another part of the house.

He's in his room, blushing behind his book, acting like he doesn't know exactly what you're there for. All you have to do is take the book out of his hands and say yes. That single word is all he needs. You won't be leaving his room until morning.

Asmodeus

Oh, wow, these are absolutely adorable! Not as adorable as him… or you… but still so cute! Help him set them up so he can take a picture for Devilgram. He knows it'll do numbers because everybody is so into human world trends right now. Plus, he's going to throw in a selfie of the two of you eating them.

Okay, wouldn't it be cute if he painted your nails to look like little conversation hearts? He does it immediately and gives himself a set to match. You're amazed at the skill it takes to write the words so small and perfect, but Asmo is more than up to the task.

Ask him which one is his favorite and he'll say all of the ones that remind him of you. He'll start putting them into your hand - CUTIE, SWEETIE PIE, and XOXO. He makes kissy faces at you as he puts that last one on your palm.

When you laugh, he joins you. You're radiant and that's all he can see for a moment. And then the candies are forgotten because he can't resist your sweet lips. He doesn't need candy, MC. He has you.

Beelzebub

Surprises you by not inhaling them immediately. You have several boxes for him because you anticipated this reaction. Don't worry, though, he'll still eat everything you've brought him.

But he stops because he's curious. They say stuff on them, right? That's really cute, MC. He picks out one that says only LOVE. He doesn't need a lot of words, candied or otherwise, to let you know how he feels about you.

Turns out you're the one who's flustered now. You cover it up by telling him to try some. He does as you ask and he's happy enough to eat them all. You tell him about the different ways they can be used to decorate other desserts as well. Eventually he realizes he's really hungry. He wants to take you out to get something a little more substantial soon.

He tells you that he's full of sweet candy words now, but he would rather just hold you than say them. You're okay with that, of course, and it's not long before you find yourself covered in kisses.

Belphegor

What are these? Are they for Beel? You'll have to explain that you wanted to give them to him. Tell him about how popular they are in the human world and he'll start to understand. He might even be aware of what they are, but he certainly wasn't expecting you to give him any.

What a nice gift, MC. He's happy that you thought of him. He tries them out of curiosity and finds he's not too fond of their thick texture. But he likes the words. He arranges them into a little sentence for you. SWEET, DREAM, YOU & ME.

You see him blushing slightly when you read them together out loud. Well, that could mean a lot of things, right? There aren't enough words to make a real sentence. But he's just coming up with excuses to cover the fact that he's nervous about hearing you say the words.

It's easy enough to distract him with some kisses. He forgets his embarrassment pretty quickly when he's suddenly far more focused on how you feel in his arms.

xoxo part two with the side characters

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for calling a (now ex-) mutual a stingy asshole?

So to start, I (NB20) am in a pretty rough situation, I'm facing homelessness soon, transphobia at home and work and my hours have been getting cut resulting in me making even less money that can sustain me. I have a toyhou.se forum post up stating I have emergency commissions open to help me out and to please support me if you can. This is where the situation begins. I have a mutual on toyhou.se who I'll call Apple (MTF22) I talk to sometimes to the point I'd say we are friends, not super close but friends nonetheless. She made a bulletin telling people about my commissions and to please comm me if they could which I'm very grateful for since I did get a few customers from her because of that. The thing is, a few weeks later, she made a bulletin talking about how happy she was so many commissions she bought were finished around the same time and posted all of them with the artists tagged in the post. It was honestly... quite a few, I'm talking like 9 pieces of art of her fursona and even a custom vtuber model she got of her sona. I was going to reply all happy for her, but it made me think... how much did she spend on those commissions?? So I went through all the artists socials to find their commission prices and came to a total of fucking $385!!! More than half of my current goal I'm trying to make through commissions to stay out of homelessness!! So I messaged Apple saying since I saw she bought a few commissions if she was interested in buying a comm from me. She replies saying "Ohh! I'd love to <333 but im just not in a place to buy any more comms right now :< sorry >.<!!" So I casually reply really? because it seems like your in the perfect place to help me out after already spending over $300 in commissions. She tells me she's sorry and really wishes someone would be able to help me out but she just wasn't that interested in my art or a custom to which I tell her she could've easily donated to my ko-fi which I have always had since she clearly has money to spend? To this, she straight up IP blocks me. So still fucking annoyed, I vented in a discord server I share with a few friends from being in a few shared CS together, saying how annoying it is rich assholes like her would drop half a thousand for a picture of their fursona but don't even blink twice at their so called friends. anyway, one of my friends takes a look at Apples th profile and notices she has a new bulletin up and sends me a screenshot, but anways the bulletin reads like "hey!! just saying, but please dont come into my dms acting like you know my financial situation better than i do, just because i buy a lot of commissions doesnt mean im made of money! and please dont think that me commisioning artist 1 means i hate artist 2? thats so weird, thanks!!!!!" and seeing all their subscribers just kissing her ass pissed me off so i made my own bulletin that just stated "i thought it was pretty fucking weird to know how bad ur friend's situation was and to go buy a bunch of comms instead of buying a comm from or even throwing a buck to help me out? like yeah im gonna think i know ur situation better than u, you stingy fuck!!!" Anyway, she mustve been block evading (which I reported her for) since she unblocked me, took a screenshot of my bulletin, then went on about how she lived in an abusive household; her dad had thrown her into a sink and chipped her tooth, bruised half her face and scarred it pretty badly. She bought a bunch of commissions immediately afterwards in a panic to make herself feel better, paying everything with her savings. Which to me.. isn't an excuse. Ive been hit and abused and still found scraps of money to pull together to give to mutuals who need it and Ive been bumping my own post like crazy and she had literal weeks to donate or comm me. Not to mention Ive had exmutuals of hers come to me saying that shes never donated anything to them either despite advertising their posts but always had money for plushies, comms and other crap, meaning Im not alone in thinking shes a stingy asshole. This is getting long, so here, tumblr AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[millylotus]

“You Taunt Me, I Chase You” “You Catch Me, Then Let Me Go” They Do It Again The Next Day

Bat x Cat

Catwoman has a Kitten following her around, and that Kitten just so happens to like messing around with Batman's Sunshine Birdy.

Maddie and Jack decide that Danny is spreading himself too thin between school and dealing with Ghosts and the GIW, also the excessive bullying is not helping at all. So they decide to send him to live in Gotham with Jack's cousin Selina Kyle. Danny's not extremely happy about this arrangement, but at least Jazz is going to Gotham University, and Sam and Tucker promise to visit during breaks. Selina is unsurprisingly, really cool and it gets even better when she's fine with the whole half-dead thing Danny has going on. One night Danny catches her coming back from a hunt and begs her to take him with her. After a few weeks of training Danny takes his first night on the town, and immediately bumps into Signal, who he may or may not have called hot once.

CLASS SCHEDULES

BOTH

BLOCK 1 | MR.LOGGE - Algebra 2 Teacher : Riko

BLOCK 5 | MRS.WILLIAMS - Spanish 3 Teacher  : Darcy

BLOCK 6 | MR.LE'STROD - P.E. Coach : Izzy, Troy, Dre

DUKE

BLOCK 2 | MS.KITSON - CP Physics Teacher : Izzy

BLOCK 3 | MRS.O'BRIAN - AP US history Teacher : Dre

BLOCK 4 | MR.CHAKRABORTY - AP English Teacher : N/A

DANNY

BLOCK 2 | MX.REAGAN - US history Teacher : N/A

BLOCK 3 | MX.LERROY JENKINS - AP Chemistry Teacher : Darcy

BLOCK 4 | MS.CHAU - English 3 Teacher : Troy

Jack and Selina are cousins on their moms’ side, they're parents were siblings, Selina's mom drifted away from the family.

They’ve never really talked to each other beyond a family gathering or two

Jack is vaguely aware that Selina isn’t really on the right side of the law, but who’s he to judge The Fenton family has never really been on “The Right Side” of the law

But Selina is surprised when she gets a call from Jack asking her to watch out for his daughter who’s going to Gotham U that year

And even more surprised when he calls her a week later asking if she could take care of his son while he stays in Gotham

Selina ends up agreeing but is definitely scepticall

[AN: The script kinda cuts off at the end so warning]

FIRST MEETING - DUSK

The sun is setting and DUKE has had a long day of patrolling Gotham under the sunlight.

DUKE sighs as he stretches near the ledge of a building, they need to get back to cave soon, do some homework, sleep. God Sleep would be wonderful.

DUKE’S shine golden for a second, and the vigilante moves quickly to the side baton up and ready to strike the person who’d attempted to attack him.

DANNY :

Whoa, okay no sneaking up on you then.

DUKE stared at the other boy. He wore a cowl that looked exactly like SELINA’S, the same with the rest of his outfit. Although it was accented with a more neon green then SELINA’S dark emerald green.

DUKE :

Who are you

DANNY :

What you can’t tell, I think it’s pretty obvious

His voice was light and teasing, he flexed his hands and claws popped out of his fingers.

DUKE :

Some wannabe Catwoman fanboy.

DUKE says sarcastically. The Catboy made an offended sound similar to a hiss even.

DANNY :

I’m not a wannabe!

The Catboy grumbled before calming himself.

DANNY :

I’m actually working with Catwoman I’ll have you know. I’m her apprentice.

DUKE :

(Sarcastically)

Oh really, so she’s just got you up here talking to me for no reason?

The Catboy grinned, DUKE did not like that one bit.

DANNY :

I actually do have purpose for being here.

DUKE immediately started looking around the area, and spotted SELINA crouching a few buildings away with a duffle bag over her shoulder and one next to her.

DANNY :

As a distraction

The Catboy kicks DUKE in the chest when he isn’t looking. Quickly moving away from the vigilante now on the ground.

DANNY :

By the way, the names Kitten, nice meeting you Babe

KITTEN runs quickly over to SELINA and takes the duffle bag next to her, he turns back and waves tauntingly at DUKE, sticking his tongue out at him.

The two Cats run off into the distance.

DUKE :

(Frustrated/Annoyed)

Oh mother fucker

BRUCE is so going to scold him for letting that happen and, DUKE just knows his siblings are going to endlessly tease him about KITTEN.

The Vigilante gets up and begins his way back to the Batcave.

SCENE TWO - CONTINUOUS

SELINA  and DANNY return to SELINA’S apartment through the window. DANNY collapse on the couch, surprising the cats, SAPPHIRE, a blue eyed fluffy white cat, jumps on top of DANNY’S back. DANNY groans.

SELINA picks up SEKHMET, a dark grey Lykoi cat with big ears.

SELINA :

Hello my baby, did you miss you mama?

SEKHMET meows at SELINA happily.

SELINA :

Hon could you got put our hunt away please.

DANNY groans loudly but gets up and moves the duffle bags into SELINA’S bedroom then behind the secret bed door into the vault room. He began to pull out the jewelry from the duffle bags, laying them out carefully on top.

As he works SELINA walks in, holding SEKHMET and with SAPPHIRE following and winding between her legs.

SELINA :

So... How was your little chat with Signal

DANNY :

Pretty normal I guess, he’s jumpier than I thought he’d be

SELINA :

(Teasing)

Didn’t I warn you about that

DANNY :

(Mumbling)

Maybe

SELINA laughs, and DANNY grumbles.

SELINA :

Notice anything... nice?

DANNY’S face flushes.

DANNY :

Nope, nah, everything was just normal!

SELINA :

Oh really

DANNY :

Yupyup, oh would you look at that! Finished laying out the jewels, better got to sleep!

DANNY gets up and walks stiffly out of the vault blushing aggressively. SELINA smirks playfully.

DANNY :

As you said Auntie sleep is important!

SELINA :

It’s alright if you think he’s pretty Danny! I’ll put in a good word with Bats for you!

SELINA yells after DANNY as he retreats to his bedroom.

DANNY :

Goodnight Selina!

SELINA :

Who knows, maybe I’ll have a nephew-in-law by the time you graduate!

DANNY slams the door behind him as SELINA cackles.

I DON’T HAVE A CAT THING! - CONTINUOUS

DUKE drives back into the Batcave, propping up his bike on its kickstand, pulling off his helmet. He dejectedly walks over to lockers where TIM is still getting ready to go out.

TIM :

So how was patrol?

DUKE groans loudy, hitting his head against the locker.

TIM :

Damn that bad?

DUKE lifts his head and nods.

DUKE :

Catwoman has an apprentice now.

TIM pause and stares at DUKE in shock.

TIM :

Bullshit.

DUKE :

He calls himself Kitten and he’s a fucking asshole

TIM raises an eyebrow

TIM :

An asshole you saw? What was he like?

DUKE :

Checky, he got me distracted long enough for Selina to steal like a third of the Jewels on Rock Street. Then he kicked me and then just ran off, can you believe that!

TIM grins, as DUKE rants about KITTEN not paying attention to his brother.

TIM :

Uh huh, what else?

DUKE :

He had this stupid smile and was all snarky and he looked sooo proud of himself for getting one over me. Then he called be “Babe '' before he ran, and just AUGH!

TIM smiles widens.

TIM :

Oh you’re down bad.

DUKE :

What?

TIM turns away from DUKE and to the rest of the cave.

TIM :

Selina’s got a kid and Duke has a crush on him!!!

DUKE’S face morphs into betrayal and he tackles TIM who’s laughing.

The others in the cave start yelling about the whole situation.

JASON :

What!

DICK :

Say sike right now!

STEPH :

Furry!

DAMIAN :

Thomas your standards!

BRUCE :

Selina has a what now!

DUKE whines and lets go of TIM. TIM gets up and drags DUKE to the center platform of the Batcave at the Batcomputer.

TIM :

I got him!

The others had gathered in the central platform, half dressed for patrol.

BRUCE :

Duke, could you explain please?

DUKE stands up properly and walks over to the Batcomputer and attaches his cam footage to it.

DUKE :

I was getting ready to finish up my last round of patrol when Kitten tried to jump me.

DUKE forwards the footage to the moment, pausing on a clear from of KITTEN’S face.

DUKE :

He said something dumb, I called him a “wannabe Catwoman fanboy” he got offended and said he’s Catwoman’s apprentice. I ask him what he’s doing, I realize he’s a distraction, next thing I know I’m on the ground and he and Selina are gone.

As DUKE speaks he fast-forwards through the footage to the last clear frame of KITTEN and SELINA running off.

CASS “SIGNING” :

Did he just call you Babe?

DUKE :

That is completely unimportant

TIM :

Oh I think it’s important

TIM slips past DUKE and rewinds setting the footage to it’s proper speed.

DIGITAL DANNY :

By the way, the names Kitten, nice meeting you Babe

JASON :

Damn Duke, didn’t know you’d be the one to inherit B’s cat thing

DUKE :

I do not have a “Cat Thing”!

DICK :

Keep lying to yourself Tommy, we all know how that ended for Bruce

BRUCE :

I don’t have a “Cat Thing”

DAMIAN :

Father don’t lie, you’re not very good at it

STEPH :

Ten bucks says we find them somewhere they shouldn’t be in two weeks.

CASS :

I say four, deal

DUKE :

Stop betting on my relationship with the Catboy!

CASS “SIGNING” :

When did we ever say we were talking about you and Kitten?

STEPH :

Thinking about your Catboy that much ‘ey Tommy?

The rest of the sibling begin to laugh and DUKE groans in annoyance. BRUCE pats his son’s shoulder in condolences.

BRUCE :

(Teasing)

It’s alright, just remember to clean your clothes regularly, cat hair is difficult to get out of Kevlar.

DUKE looks up at BRUCE in both disgust and betrayal. Before stomping away to the lockers

DUKE :

I hate you all!

The rest of the family laugh as he leaves.

SO GOTHAM’S A BIT WEIRD? - THE NEXT DAY/MORNING

DANNY stands outside of Middletown High staring up at it’s front building before sighing and making his way inside. There aren't that many people, just the front desk lady MS.CARTER. DANNY walks up to her.

DANNY :

Uh Hi,

MS.CARTER :

Hello

DANNY :

I’m, I’m the new student. Or like one of the new students I’m not sure.

(Awkward Laugh)

MS.CARTER :

(Sigh)

Alright, what’s you’re name?

DANNY :

Daniel Fenton.

MS.CARTER opens the filing cabinet under her desk. Moving some things around before pulling out a small folder.

MS.CARTER :

It’s a gold day so you have 1st 2nd and 2rd block today. Tomorrow is a gray day when you’ll have your last three blocks.

MS.CARTER hands DANNY his schedule and a school planner, DANNY stares at his schedule, reading through everything.

MS.CARTER :

Since you’re an Outsider you’ll have to attended the safety seminars, and read through this pamphlet.

MS.CARTER pulls out the procedure pamphlets.

MS.CARTER :

How long have you been living in Gotham?

DANNY :

About five weeks now, why?

MS.CARTER :

Did you get all your vaccines for Gotham specific aliments?

DANNY :

Yup, I got the Ivy ones, the smaller doses for the Fear gasses. Much smaller ones for the Laughing gasses. Bunch of the other I can’t name.

MS.CARTER :

You’ll want to know their names, understand.

MS.CARTER gives DANNY another pamphlet.

MS.CARTER :

This has everything you’ll need to know about the vaccine you could need and even some you might not.

DANNY :

Is that everything I’ll need to know?

MS.CARTER :

If need be you can change your schedule within the next few days, but you won’t have much freedom with it considering that you came in later in the school year.

MS.CARTER :

Also your first class is on the second floor in the green hallway. And your locker and password are on your schedule.

DANNY :

Okay, thank you Ma’am!

DANNY leaves the front desk area and goes through the door into the school. Nobody was there either, which was great for him, he didn’t want to bother having to deal with new people.

NEW CLASSMATE, WHO DIS? - CONTINUOUS

DANNY sits near the back of the classroom. The Algebra 2 teacher MR.LOGGE had put him in one of the empty seats once they got to school and opened up the classroom. A few other kids are already in the classroom and more are in the hallway outside. DANNY had found his locker, and after struggling for a while he got it open and stored his things.

People start to file in talking to each other, the bell rings and the class quiets down. MR.LOGGE stands up at the front of the classroom.

MR.LOGGE :

Good morning class, hope you’re all doing well. We just got back from fall break so lets do some introductions. Everyone up and around the room please.

The class moves and everyone stands back to the walls.

MR.LOGGE :

Your name and pronouns, favorite movie, and favorite food. Who wants to volunteer?

No one says anything

MR.LOGGE :

Alright, volun-told then

He pointed to a short Asian girl by one of the windows.

MR.LOGGE :

How bout we start with you

The girl sighs but speaks anyway

RIKO :

Riko Sheridan She/Her, my favorite movie is “The Devil Wears Prada”, and my fave food is chicken alfredo.

DEADLIGHTS MASTERPOST, GENERAL NOTES, MEMES, AO3

#millywrites #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #danny x duke #duke x danny #danny fenton #duke thomas #dc #batman #signal #the signal #danny phantom #crossover #crossover ship #catboy!danny #kitten!danny

[novacqnes]

omg a part 2 to blue moon pls perhaps with lupe smut, maybe ms holiday (love that thank u) goes to a game and some other girl (peach or other team) flirts with her and we get jealous lupe…………. hot

you are brilliant

rumor has it // lupe garcia

warning: 69’ing with lupe, jealousy, possessiveness, dirty talk, top!lupe

pairing: lupe garcia x fem reader

a/n: i wasn’t planning on writing a part 2 originally but i love everything about this so here we go (also i had to google baseball terms for this so if they’re incorrect forgive me)

anticipation radiated off of the crowd as the teams tied. it was the final inning of the game and the blue sox batter stepped up to home plate. you watched nervously as lupe prepared herself for her final pitch. 

she placed her feet shoulder width apart winding up her arm, she then lifted her leg parallel to the ground extending her arm as far as she could, exerting all of her power on the baseball. it flew from her grasp and past the batter and straight into carson’s mitt, first strike. 

a sudden burst of cheers came from the crowd but it was too early to celebrate. silence swept over the onlookers as lupe took her spot once again, repeating the same series of moves almost ritualistically. 

she launched the ball and it soared through the air, the batter swung hard but to no avail and it landed into the mitt, second strike. 

excitement poured out of you and the rest of the peaches as it came down to one last pitch, it was on lupe. frustrated, the batter stepped up once again bracing for the impact as hundreds of eyes landed on the pitcher. 

taking a deep breath lupe reeled the ball in and with all of her strength sent it flying, faster than she’d ever have. it took even carson by surprise as she caught it losing her balance. the crowd erupted into cheers as the peaches took home yet another win. 

you shot up joining along as lupe searched for you in the crowd, sending you a small grin before joining the rest of the peaches on the side. she was practically oozing with pride and part of it was because of you. 

since your initial meeting at the bar the peaches— or more specifically lupe had been on a winning streak. her performance was better than ever before and most importantly she was happy. 

after each game she’d make her way towards your apartment allowing a beautiful relationship to bloom between you— within the walls of your home that is. due to the risks the two of you made sure to limit the displays of affection to indoors, only going out when it was safe, which was rare. 

however after enough convincing lupe gave in and you were able to finally watch your girlfriend in action. seeing lupe in the game she was an entirely different person and it left you to wonder what else there was to her. 

dozens of people poured off from the stands as the game came to a close, leaving a few others and the teams. although it was completely safe, you made your way to the field, hoping to sneak just a few moments with lupe before going home— but she was nowhere to be found. 

the longer you waited the more stares you drew from the blue sox, most of not all curious ones. the attention caused an uneasy feeling to fester inside of you and you were sure you’d made a grave mistake. 

turning on your heel you began to make your way to the exit when you felt a soft, alarmingly gentle hand on your shoulder. when you whipped around it wasn’t lupe but a tall, slim blue sox player. she had curly blonde hair that fell at her shoulders and a wicked smirk. 

“looking for someone?” she asked.

“i was, but i think i’m just gonna head out.”

her eyes ran over your body as she took a step closer. most of the players were distracted by this point but a few gazes remained, a certain pitcher being one of them. 

“that’s too bad….this your first game?” 

“that obvious?” you chuckled, nervously picking at the hem of your skirt. 

the longer she held you under her gaze the more nervous you became, it was wrong but you didn’t know how to pull away, not without making things worse. 

“sort of….you know i like to remember people’s faces in the crowd, especially the new ones.” she purred.

her voice dropped to a teasingly low tone as she stepped closer, drastically diminishing the distance between the two of you. her pupils burned with pure lust as they landed on your lips, setting your cheeks ablaze. 

craning her head to the side she leaned into your neck, her breath gently fanning your ear. 

“i can’t—“

“i’ve seen you sing at the bar downtown…rumor has it that you offer private shows from time to time.” 

a sweltering heat buzzed underneath your skin as the blue sox player watched in amusement. a shit eating smirk spread across her lips as she watched you back away, calmly making a beeline towards the nearest exit.

before you could even make it towards the fence you noticed lupe standing just a few feet away with her arms crossed over her chest. to say she was livid was an understatement.

“lu!” you exclaimed, rushing towards her, “jesus, you won’t believe what just happened-“

yet before the details of your latest encounter could leave your mouth lupe had already walked away, not even sparing you a second glance. she stormed across the field into the peaches changing room, leaving you behind. dumbfounded, you stumbled into the room along with her. 

“um…what the hell?”

an eerie silence filled the room as lupe refused to look at you, angrily pulling off her uniform. you stepped closer to her putting a gentle hand on her shoulder when she whipped around to face you, her skin a deep red. 

“why are you here?” she barked, pointing an accusatory finger at you. her tone was hostile, a complete contrast to how she normally was with you. 

“excuse me?”

rather than pulling away you held your position gazing into lupe’s fierce brown eyes— she was fuming. her fists were balled at her sides and her nose scrunched, causing tiny lines to form. 

although she was doing her best to appear intimidating, you weren’t scared, more so intrigued. you’d never witnessed this side of lupe and for some reason it stirred something deep inside of you. 

“you said you wanted to see me. then when i come looking for you i find you flirting with the blue sox pitcher,” she spat.

jealousy was laced in each and every word that left lupe’s mouth. the way she spoke of the blue sox pitcher and seeing you with her— it all read envy. your relationship had rarely ever been put to the test of outside influences. therefore experiencing it for the very first time sent lupe into a fit of jealousy that she had no way of containing, or so she thought. 

“honey, i do wanna see you. what you saw- i promise it’s nothing.” 

you brought your hand over to her cheek, cupping it in your palm to reassure her, but she wasn’t fully convinced. now, lupe didn’t doubt your ability to be faithful in fact it was the least of her worries. her biggest gripe was with the thought of someone else talking, touching or even thinking about you in the way that she did. 

she saw it in the bar, the way both men and women flocked to you with their awful methods of flirting. they’d gawk at your body and gush over your singing just to win you over, but it rarely ever amounted to anything. however seeing fellow players have their shot with you was completely uncharted territory. 

“you don’t believe me, do you?” 

lupe remained silent but that alone was enough confirmation. it was becoming abundantly clear that words alone weren’t going to convince her. you wrapped your arms around her neck, ushering her closer as she felt your chest press against hers. 

“what would it take….to convince you?” 

lupe snuck her arm around your waist, her eyes burning with desire along with hundreds of possible ideas that ran through her mind. but she finally settled on one when her eyes landed on the wooden bench just a few feet away. 

“i’d like to witness ms holiday in all her glory.” she teased, eyeing you up and down through your tight floral dress. her lips brushed against your neck sending a small buzz of pleasure to your skin, and with that you knew it wasn’t about singing. 

she left behind a trail of small kisses up your neck, just enough pressure to tease you. you gripped onto her tightly as she made her way up, slipping a man’s underneath your dress. 

you cupped her face in your hands, desperately kissing with lustful desire. remnants of tobacco lingered on her tongue but you ignored it, pushing yourself against her even more. 

pulling away lupe helped you undo your dress, savoring each image of your body as you undressed. after you were fully naked you turned towards her, eagerly tearing off the rest of her remaining clothes. 

she went to lay on the bench first, laying flat when she gestured for you to come closer. tentatively you walked towards her lower preparing to get on your knees when she stopped you. 

“i want you up here, on my face.” 

her words rushed straight to your core causing you to yearn for lupe more than ever. you positioned your legs on opposite sides of the bench hovering over her mouth. slowly you began to sink down, gasping at the warm wet contact of lupe’s tongue against your clit. 

you clutched onto her thighs, leaning forward as she ran her tongue along your dripping pussy, relishing in every moan and whine she was able to draw from your lips. 

“fuck….” you cried, gently circling your hips on her face. she wrapped her arms around your legs enticing you to come closer, pursing her lips upward with an extreme fervor. streams of pleasure raged through your body from your pussy, egging lupe on even more. 

“you like that, holiday? like how i fuck you with my tongue.”

“oh—fuck—i love it,” you mewled.

she gradually tightened her grip on you, giving you no room to run. she sloppily ran her tongue around your clit, sucking it into her mouth before moving on to your dripping hole. freeing one hand, she spat on her index finger before slipping it inside. together, she wrapped her tongue along the sensitive flesh, curving her finger to awaken your g-spot. 

writhing above lupe, you could hardly contain yourself. your back slowly began to give, causing you to lean forward, just a few inches from lupe’s own heat. to preoccupied with your pleasure to notice this her pace weakened. the once fast flicks of her tongue dampened to tauntingly slow flicks that left you craving more. 

without hesitation began to place deep kisses over lupe’s clit, sending a shiver up her spine. 

“shit—y/n….keep going.”

she parted her legs a bit further enticing you to delve in further as did she. she wrapped her lips around your sensitive core, swirling her tongue along your folds, forcing you to moan into her pussy. the sweet vibrations of your mouth on her sent lupe into oblivion as she held onto for dear life.

your legs began to shake in her grasp, leading her pride to surge with each cry and obscenity that fell from your soft lips. she adored the sight of you unraveling, clinging onto lupe as if she was your whole word. it was further confirmation you were hers. 

“want you to come all over my face— i wanna taste every part of you,” she groaned.

“lu, i’m so close—more, more, please.”

hungrily, you lapped up her fluids paying extra attention to her delicate nub. however, it grew increasingly more difficult to stay focused as her fingers toyed with your g-spot bringing you closer to a splintering high. lupe could feel it, how you wrapped around her fingers so deliciously and sloppy each movement of your tongue, you were moments away from an orgasm taking her along with you. 

the insatiable ache between her legs rapidly built as she fueled yours. your pleas became more incoherent by the second, and lupe’s muffled by your core. she could feel herself losing control as your body went still above her. a shattering feeling rippled through your body, causing you to write helplessly against lupe. reeling from her own orgasm she pressed deep kisses into your thighs, soothing you. 

“you did so good, baby,” she cooed. 

with the last bit of strength left you shifted away from her face lying lifelessly on the wooden bench. she moved towards you, gazing at your sweat covered face.

“do you believe me now?”

“mh, of course.” she grinned, swinging an arm around you as you leaned in closer. 

“why is that?”

lupe trusted you, therefore it was never a question of loyalty she just simply needed reassurance. and both of you found that sex was a more pleasurable way of doing so. one where she was able to have you all to herself, which was something she wasn’t afforded at the bar or even on the field. 

she smirked, “well for one, you can’t fake sounds like that. two, i’m the one that got the private show… so i guess the rumor is true.” 

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[pebblysand]

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chapter: ii. out of ash (ashes twirl)

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g e n e r a l t h o u g h t s:

for a very long time, this chapter used to be my favourite, and i still hold it in very high regard. i don't know what it is about it, it just feels like ✨vibes✨. it's both incredibly funny at times, and incredibly sad, and i feel like it really exhibits that awkward post-war happy/sad balance that is so important to castles. even if it's no longer my favourite cause i'm not quite sure which is my favourite anymore, i still think chapter 2 has some of my best writing in this fic. i'll go through a few chosen bits below but i feel like it has that general sense of messiness and melancholy that i really like in the early days of this story.

just like with chapter 1, you might notice a few changes i've made along the way, depending on when you read it last. again, i don't think it's anything major but if you do notice, you'll see that i didn't actually delete anything, just moved things around a bit. i think it flows better that way. i also added some stuff - i'm curious to see if you'll spot it. let me know!

having said that, omg, i'd forgot how SLOW the pacing is in this chapter. don't get me wrong, i think it needs to be slow for the purposes of telling the story, but it's very much like: this is them leaving the hotel, this is them having breakfast, this is them testifying - it is very step by step lol. i worry about my pacing in the later chapters, sometimes, but i clearly forgot about this one lol.

g i n n y:

Generally, reading this just this morning, I couldn't help but feel this raw sense of panic in Ginny, throughout this chapter. I think obviously, it's something that only really makes sense and becomes apparent on re-read, but there's this way you really feel how fucking terrified she is that Harry will find out. I hate to say this, but the way she acts with him, that summer, is almost reminiscent of her "relationship" with Amycus, actually. She is watching his every move, everything he says, everything she says, trying to make sure he doesn't find out. And, I don't think the pretending and the lying comes easy to her, I think it basically tears her apart, but those are skills that she "learnt" with Amycus. Being cued into his every emotion, expertly toying that line between saying too much and too little. She is almost manipulating him, into thinking they have this connection, and that them not talking is the Right thing for them, and it's not really her fault, it's how fear has wired her to function, but I find it chilling.

h i g h l i g h t s:

A year later, roses bloom once again in the gardens of Ottery St Catchpole and Harry’s still holding her. Some things in life never change, he muses, although, of course, everything else has changed. They’ve both fought in a war that should never have been theirs and one of her brothers has died, leaving the start of the summer to mend itself without them, trapped in a combative attempt to shovel the little hope it has left down their throats. When Harry caresses Ginny’s skin, the summer of ‘98, she’s naked next to him, the both of them tucked in her small, twin bed at The Burrow. They try to be quiet (always, despite the silencing charms they cast) but they each have a side, now, an oddly domestic habit, and after they have sex, Harry often lies with her body wrapped around him, so close that he’s never quite sure where her limbs start and where his end. Her bed’s pushed up against her window - along the skin of his left arm, he feels the morning dew build as the night chill leaves the air; it trickles down the single-glazed glass. They watch the sun rise together - early mornings and milky skies.

I LOVE THIS PARAGRAPH SO MUCH. idk, jokes aside, i think it's one of my favourite things i've ever written. there's a flow to it i really like and i adore the end of "early mornings and milky skies". and i think it's the beginning of this motif that sort of comes back in chapter 17 where the two of them are always touching, comfortable in bed. the chill of early summer mornings and OH I LOVE IT.

'I'm not a Healer, Harry.'

so, this is actually a line i added in reaction to a) the people in my comments being mad that ginny wasn't weeding secrets out of harry and that being "ooc", and b) a conversation i later had with @btelling. i think there's this misconception in fandom about ginny being a "healer". this idea that she's almost harry's therapist after the war, the only one that can get him talking, etc. and i think firstly, there's very little evidence of that in canon. ginny asks for explanations, often, but she very rarely ever gets them. and secondly, there's this general view of women as healers in general, tending to "sick" men and making them better, which i don't particularly enjoy. so, i guess that was me reacting to all of this.

They barely swallow any food. For the other two’s sakes, Harry tries to hide the knot in his stomach, can tell that Hermione is anxious enough for the three of them - she keeps tapping an annoying rhythm against the table with the tips of her fingers, doesn’t even seem to realise she’s doing it. Her make-up is minimal, the varnish on her nails a plain but shiny transparent. His mind drifts back to Ginny again, how she always painted her nails in bright colours in school, reds and oranges, and golds, performed complicated charm work on them so that it would stick. ‘If I don’t, it always chips with Quidditch.’

i noticed this on a previous re-read but, i don't think i wrote this intentionally but i love the way harry is so infatuated with ginny in this. like, i think this is one of the moments where the fact that he totally idealises her and is very teenage-infatuated-crazy-about-a-girl really shines through. he literally looks at hermione's nails and is like: oh and by the way GINNY does her nails like this. it's so silly but it really shows how obsessed he is with her, but also how shallow it kind of is. he thinks it's deep, because when you're that age you think you're so deep, but it's actually not.

‘When we get there, it’ll be like the craziest circus you’ve ever been to,’ he speaks, quick, before he runs out of words. There is an urgency to the things that he needs to tell them both, ones that they don’t necessarily want to hear. ‘It’ll be dozens and dozens of people standing in a crowd, clapping and screaming, and wanting a piece of you. They’ll want to thank you, insult you, ask you questions, tell you personal stuff about themselves. They don’t mean anything bad by it, they just don’t really realise you’re a person. The press will be there, too, and they will be flashing their cameras just about five inches from your face to try and get a good shot,’ he adds, raising his hand close to his own cheek, showing them the distance. ‘They’ll want to touch you, have you sign stuff, and they’ll keep talking at you from the moment you step out of that fireplace to the moment you get into the lift. We’ll have an escort of Aurors to try and hold them back but I honestly doubt that they’ll be able to do much. It’ll feel like you’re in the longest tunnel you’ve ever been through and you can’t see the exit. At least, wear that scarf over your head, it’ll hide your face and your eyes from the cameras, protect you a bit. Ron, you can use the hood at the back of your robes.’

i think honestly, this is one of my favourite harry moments in the whole fic. i can't possibly tell you how much time i spent on this paragraph, back then. i see it as one of those post-war moments where harry actually does start growing into his own skin and also where you start being faced with the reality of the post-war world. there's this sort of "bubble," i think, throughout chapters 1&2 where they're all very removed from the outside and inside their little burrow bubble, and that obviously bursts big time, with the commission. there's something very brutal about the way harry speaks that day, and i think it really fits.

‘Why were we never kids?’

ah, another castles classic line people quote all the time. yuuup. 💔

That evening, the both of them eat Pad Thai takeaway and sit on the floor in front of the muted hotel telly. They laugh at funny Hogwarts stories of Romilda Vane and crazy things that Harry remembers Luna saying. They drain a few cans of bitter and wait for Ron to come home.

i've always loved this moment loads because it's 1) harry-and-hermione-my-babies!!!! but also 2) it has these trio-codependency vibes that are very present in the early chapters of feeling lost when the three of them aren't together. the way they "wait for Ron to come home" breaks my little heart for them.

Love in its million different forms, the way Dumbledore preached it. Harry loves Hermione the way he loves Ron, like the boy who introduced him to chocolate frogs and the girl who cried in the loo and faced a troll.

again, trio vibes. love, love, love.

l a s t l y:

okay, so i love, love, love the rest of this chapter but also i'm having a hard time articulating precise thoughts so i'll leave it at that for now. please do not hesitate to send me asks if there's anything else you'd like me to comment on, though. very excited to hear your thoughts.

#castles #chapter 2

[seungly]

hiii so I was just wondering if u could maybe wrote a really REALLY angsty drabble where felix and the reader break up bc felix fell out of love but later realizes he still loves her and they get back together?

Pairing: Lee Felix x reader

genre: angst with a happy ending

wc: 0.9k

warning/s: Felix crying, falling out of love, unrequited love (kinda), kinda toxic (mb guys 🕺)

note: low-key had the urge to end this badly hahaha, made me tear up lmfao but I hope you like it!! <33

♫ ‘Turning Page’ by Sleeping At Last 

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The night was always chilly but his distant presence makes it a lot cooler. He was there, he was beside you but why does it feel like he’s so far. That no matter how much you hold your hand out to reach him, you could never get a hold. 

Your back facing him as you clutch the blanket over you. You wondered if maybe he’ll hold you tonight, maybe you’ll be able to feel the warmth of being in his arms again.

“Y/N?”

His whisper sent shivers down your spine. It sounded so...sad. You feel him move behind you, his hand closing contact with your arm, “are you still awake?”

You wish you weren’t.

You wipe your tears, taking a deep breath before facing him, “Hey...” your forced smile fades at the sight of his red, swollen eyes. His tears fell as he stared at you, finally letting his sobs come out, “Lix?” you reach to hold his face.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” his voice cracked, hand shaking as it held yours, “Please forgive me.” he brings your hand to his shivering lips, “please...”

You stared at him as the tears resurfaced, “What’s wrong, angel?” you force a smile, “tell me.”

Felix sobbed, pressing kisses on your hand as he held it tightly as if not wanting to let go, “I can’t do this anymore.”

You sit up as you took your hand from him, letting it fall on your lap. “Y/N, please talk to me.” Felix pleaded, moving to hug your waist, “Please.” his voice muffled by your shirt.

“You can’t do what anymore?” you sob, wiping your tears away, “Lee Felix, you answer me right now!” you push him away from you.

Felix whimpers, kneeling in front of you, “I don’t think I want to be with you anymore, Y/N.” 

Your name sounded like poison coming from him. You wanted to scream and slap him across his face but he was crying in front of you, in pain. “I’m sorry.” he holds your hand.

“but why?” you scoff, “what did I do?!” you shut your eyes, sobbing into your other hand. You couldn’t bear to look at him anymore as he hugs your hand to his chest, occasionally feeling his lips on your knuckles.

“It’s not your fault. I- I just don’t feel the same anymore.” he sobbed.

“Please don’t leave me.” you whimpered, looking into his eyes, “I need you, Felix.” your voice cracked. Your eyes mirrored his as he held them captive in his gaze. 

“I’m sorry.” Felix lets your hand go, getting off the bed, “I’m really sorry.” he takes one more look at you, “I’ll get my things tomorrow.”

You watch as he leaves the room. You wanted to move and run after him but your body wouldn’t. When you got off the bed only then did you hear the front door close, the car engine starting not long afterward leaving you to scream in your empty room, hugging his pillow as you cry yourself to sleep.

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2 days. 

He hasn’t been back for 2 days despite saying he’ll grab his things the next morning after the sudden...break-up.

You sat on the bedroom floor, folding his clothes. Maybe it would hurt less if you just handed his things. Your heart shattered for each clothing of his you folded. You eyed his favorite sweater on the bed, wondering if you should wear it. You left it out in case he’d want to use it, especially when you knew how cold he gets. 

You drop the shirt you held, crawling closer to the sweater. You sat down, holding it in your hands. You missed him, so so much. You hug the sweater close to you, the smell of his cologne sending you to memory lane of all the times you spent together. 

Your tears couldn’t help but run down your cheek once again, the grip on the fabric tighter as if it were him, “Don’t go...” you whisper his name, “Please don’t.” 

Your surroundings were drowned out by the voices that screamed in your head. It all felt too much. The room was filled with your loud sobs, the never-ending whisper of his name, for him not to leave. The fabric in your hands, wet with your tears, never letting go. 

“Y/N?”

The all too familiar voice of his. You wondered maybe you were hearing things but at the turn of your head, you saw him. Felix stood by the doorway, his eyes held regret when he saw you. He wasted no time, quickly holding you in his arms.

You didn’t know what to do. This feeling. You calmed down, drained from all the crying. You melted in his hold, wanting nothing more than to stay in it for a lifetime. “Felix...” you smile sadly on his shoulder, your voice barely there.

“Hm, it’s me.” he buries his head in your hair, missing the feeling of holding you in his arms, “It’s me. I’m here...” 

You nodded weakly, tears staining his shirt, “Don’t go, please.” you sob, “I’m sorry for whatever I did, please come back.” you grip on his shirt.

Felix cried at the thought of you blaming yourself for his dumb decision. The night he left his home, you. He had nothing else in mind but you. Those nights he spent alone on his empty bed slapped him back to reality. 

He couldn’t lose you.

You mean too much to him. Those nights he spent alone, he looked for you, he looked for your sweet words and your small giggles. He missed your hand in his, your fingers through his hair. He missed the feel of your lips on his, your cute attempts of a joke. He missed you. 

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” he cups your face, smiling sadly, “I promise, I promise, I promise, okay?” he wipes your tears away, pressing a kiss on your lips, “I love you.” 

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note: did I do okay? haha, feedback is greatly appreciated!!

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[tricobicofriend]

su half agate si au 2: resident evil 7-village crossover

ramblings & snippets from my original text dump of this concept/s under the cut

resident evil 7

ethan calls her instead of steven in to help find his wife because steven is v well-known, & he(ethan) doesn't want media attention over his wife's disappearance.

-the gloves are tech from yellow--they give strength 7 can secrete corrosive & sticky substances, plus protect her hands!

-the goggles are glasses from white--they record everything she sees (she can turn them off with a signal from her gem), can take pictures, help her see in the dark, & can send parts of the recording/s to white!!

-the stars were made by steven & the cgs!! they have a tracker in them & allow her to talk to "home base" on any mission! (home base can be the main cgs, just steven, or any other trusted gem/s!!) they also function as strap buckles!!

-overalls are just regular, waterproof & fast-drying, human clothing

-u can't see it but she's wearing boots

-considering having the shirt be laced w technology from blue's court that can lessen pain (happy clouds) or keep her temperature at a comfortable level

ethan, to a literal cop: hey, you have to give me your gun. half-agate si: oh my god, winters, you can't just ask cops for their guns!! also si saves the cop bc he's the only exception to acab

mae(half-agate self insert) after "papa"'s fucking shoulder face pustule blows up on her & ethan: "uhhh…that's nasty. imma go throw up--" cw EWWW general re grossnes

So, i'm giving mae chemical knowledge (she learned in order to help use diamond essences for human ailments) so she uses some of the diamond essence stuff stored in her gem to help make enough cures for all of them. So all four get to leave.

Mae & ethan fuse for the final battle with papa, and ethan's fungus strength boosts mae's electricity powers (since holly blue's whip is electrified, blue agate mom gets electricity powers & so does mae) to just fry the shit out of him and destroy him completely.

They unfuse to fit on the boat, but when something rocks it by the big-ass boat, mae grabs ethan's hand, an unspoken word of "we need to protect them" goes thru their eyes, & they fuse, grab zoe & mia, then jump onto the boat.

Mae has them crawl thru the tunnels with ethan in front & her in back. Zoe asks why & mae says it's bc her & ethan r the only one w weapons & who've had food recently. Anyways they all escape safely bc i said so

resident evil 8/village

When the first shot rings out, zoe & mae press mia down, & mae bubbles mia & zoe and sends them to the temple, but can't prevent the capture of the baby, herself, or ethan. The agents pull out mae's gem & throw it far away or put it in a containment unit (or just use a device that disables both her gem & human sides), and((the following is to set up re village w avi & moon as ethan's companions)) she wakes up either at the carcrash site or at a gem settlement, maybe desperately sending word to avi & moon?? That, or she pinned a distress signal thingy to ethan, & avi & moon picked it up.

mae: ah, looks like someone was punched through a wall here. ethan: ...i'm afraid to ask, but why do you know what that looks like?mae: got punched thru a wall once. : D

Imma say mae saves the old shotgun dude & he books it (which she don't blame him for, bc zombies terrifying), but then she gets taken somewhere else & meets back up w ethan at the castle? And in the lil village itself, ethan meets avi & moon?

I was just thinking of like. Ethan coming back to castle dimitrescu post-game (i still haven't seen anything further than entering heisenberg's factory) & seeing lady d holding mae(who was like, insurance both to protect lady d's daughters & to ensure ethan wouldn't try to sneak around & kill them) up with one hand and brandishing her claws with the other & he's like "what the FUCK is going on you said she'd be SAFE--" & mae just blurts out "she's giving me top surgery!!!" in an attempt to break the tension They all never talk about it again😔

#re7 #re8 #revillage #re village #re 7 #steven universe #su si #su mae #su re mae #my drawings

[nymphthroughthestargate]

Jolinar

an episode rewrite fic by mushroom

Nymph was the first to gate home when the attack started.

Daniel had picked her up and ran to the gate before Jack could even think to ask him. after dialing and sending an IDC, he put her down and held her by her shoulders to make her look at him.

"I have to stay and help, go to General Hammond and tell him to expect refugees. can you remember that word?" he said forcibly.

"ref-u-gees." she repeated, nodding.

"good girl. now go!"

she ran through the stargate, nearly tripping on the other side.

"General Hammond!! we need ref-oo-gees!!" she called out, pointing back to the open gate behind her.

"are you saying to expect refugees?" Hammond clarified. "what happened out there?"

Nymph panted as she floated down the ramp, trying to gather her words. "big ships made the dirt go up in big clouds and all the people got hurt!"

up in the command center, Walter looked over at the general.

"I think she's saying that SG-1 and the Nasyans were attacked, probably by the goa'uld." Walter translated.

Hammond nodded and leaned into the microphone. "Nymph, come up here and we'll make sure that everyone gets back safely."

Nymph nodded, and made her way up to the command center as Hammond called for medical and security teams to the gate room.

~ • ~ • ~

on the other side of the gate, SG-1 was rushing to get people through the wormhole as the death gliders bombed from above. Sam stopped to try and save a man who was lying on the ground, when he pulled her close and she felt a sting at the back of her throat. she pushed the man away, wiping the blood from her mouth.

"Carter! you alright?" Jack stopped next to her, concerned. she nodded and let him pull her to her feet.

"I tried to do CPR, but he was already dead. he bit his tongue." she said, her tone monotonous in shock. Jack nodded sorrowfully. he supported so much of her weight he was practically dragging Sam back to the gate.

"I think that's everyone," Jack shouted up after walking through, turning back to watch the wormhole fizzle out. Nymph went down to greet SG-1, but stopped just short of hugging Sam.

she felt off, and the little girl couldn't figure out why.

"what's wrong with Sam?" Nymph asked, keeping a slight distance between them.

"I just need to get her to Doc Fraiser and she'll be fine, ok kiddo?" Jack smiled reassuringly, and helped her get to the infirmary. Nymph side-eyed them, but didn't argue.

"what is wrong, Nymph?" Teal'c asked, standing beside her.

"Sam feels different." she answered. "Jack said she got hurt, and she'll get better, but I don't think that's it."

Daniel walked up next to them. "don't worry, Nymph, I'm sure she's ok."

Nymph was not convinced.

~ • ~ • ~

"can you open wide for me?" Dr. Fraiser asked, and Sam opened her mouth as she was told.

"hm, there seems to be a raw spot at the back of your throat, there. have you been feeling alright?"

"yeah, just tired." Sam answered, distracted.

"alright. otherwise, you seem fine, so just take it easy for a couple days." Janet turned to throw out her gloves. "Cassie's been asking for you. she said you haven't visited her in a while."

Sam blinked, seeming to forget who Janet was referring to. "right, Cassie. sorry, I've just been so busy lately."

"well, I'm bringing her to the hospital with me tomorrow when I go to check on the Nasyans. you can visit with her then if you'd like."

"sure will."

~ • ~ • ~

Sam apologized for being late as she took her seat at the mission briefing. Hammond accepted her apology with a nod as Daniel continued with what he was saying.

"the goa'uld attacked without warning. Nasyans are- were a peaceful people. they were happy to sign a treaty with us, and the gliders were attacking before we even saw the mothership."

"it's not normal for the goa'ulds to attack a peaceful people for no reason, is it?" Hammond interjected.

"in the past, there was usually some reason for an attack," Daniel answered. "for instance, if a civilization was advancing in technology to the point of becoming a threat. however, with the Nasyans, that's not the case."

"maybe they found out we were there." Jack asked, genuinely wondering.

"well, how would they know?" Daniel argued. "more importantly, why would this particular goa'uld care?"

"spite." Jack suggested. "we've been a kink in their chain for over a year now, they probably don't like us too much."

"I have seen the goa'uld wipe out entire civilizations for no reason, simply because it gave them pleasure." Teal'c added.

"so what, Nasya was just next on the list?" Daniel wondered. "a part of me wishes it were that simple, but I don't want to underestimate them."

"maybe their reasons were just not made apparent to you, Teal'c. after all, you are just a Jaffa." Sam said coldly. everyone turned to look at this uncharacteristic outburst, and she shifted awkwardly in her seat.

"all- all I meant was Apophis wouldn't necessarily explain everything to Teal'c, even if he was first prime." she backpeddled. "would he?"

"that is true," Teal'c agreed, still wary.

"I agree with Sam, I think we should give the goa'uld more credit as a society so we don't risk underestimating them." Daniel said, eyes darting back to her a few times.

"the better you understand the enemy, the better prepared you are for conflict." Sam recited. Jack gave her a sideways glance, but Daniel just agreed and looked to General Hammond.

"what's the status of the Nasyan survivors?" the general asked.

"we rescued 237 people. the critically injured and overflow our infirmary couldn't handle are at the Air Force Academy Hospital, and the others are awaiting relocation." Daniel answered.

Hammond nodded. "proceed."

"sir, I think we should figure out WHY Nasya became a goa'uld target." Daniel argued.

"I agree, but right now relocation is top priority. I already assigned the new SG teams to help coordinate your efforts. dismissed." the general stood up and walked out of the room. Jack started to neaten a stack of papers enough to carry as the others filed out until he was alone with Sam.

"oh, Carter. Nymph was kind of worried about you earlier, you might want to check on her and let her know you're ok."

Sam gave him a look he couldn't quite place, and slapped him on the arm. "she's just a kid, sir. she was probably freaked out by all the injured Nasyans around."

she walked away, leaving Jack confused and uneasy.

~ • ~ • ~

that night, Jack was the one to tuck Nymph into her bed in the base quarters.

"did you find out what's wrong with Sam?" she asked, concerned.

"well, Fraiser says there's nothing wrong with her, but she's been acting weird." Jack told her. "I think she just needs rest, she's been working too hard."

"yeah, that must be it." Nymph mumbled. she knew it was something else, but she didn't know how to explain it and she was worried she wouldn't be believed. Jack picked up on her uncertainty, though.

"Nymph, if you know something, you need to tell me, ok?" he said, firmly but without seeming upset. she paused, fidgeting with her blankets.

"she just feels different." she mumbled. "like that's Not Sam. but I don't think she's mean! she seems more scared than mean."

Jack looked at the little girl. "you're sure you're not picking up any meanness?"

Nymph shook her head. "no meanness. but Not Sam doesn't want to be here, I think."

"what makes you think that?"

"I dunno." she shrugged, and let out a yawn. Jack ruffled her hair and walked out of the room, pausing at the door for a moment to look at her settle into the bed. stuffed animals took more room on it than the kid did, and simple drawings covered the concrete walls like a wallpaper of memories. Sam had drawn most of those with her, laughing and getting paint everywhere.

whoever this Not Sam was, he was going to get his Sam back.

~ • ~ • ~

with Dr. Fraiser unable to find anything wrong with her the previous day, Sam was able to go to the hospital to see Cassie. the young teen ran to Sam excitedly, then stopped right before giving her a hug. the naquadah in her blood alerted her to a presence she never wanted to feel again, and Sam's eyes flashed as she made sure Cassie wouldn't say anything that would break her cover.

Jack recieved a concerned phone call from Dr. Fraiser that made him run to the hospital.

when he got there, Janet told him that Cassie had locked herself in the office, refusing to let anyone but the colonel inside.

"Cassandra? Cassie, sweetie, Colonel O'Neill is here. can you open the door?" Janet asked sweetly. there was a pattering of little feet, the click of a lock, and the door opened. Cassie locked the door again as soon as Jack had walked inside, and walked back to where she had been curled up against the wall.

Jack knew something had to be going on with Sam to have both children with supernatural abilities react to her in this manner, and slid down to Cassie's level.

"the doc said something happened when Sam came to visit, but you wouldn't tell her what." he said, more to the room than the child. "wanna tell me what that's all about?"

"she said she'd kill me if I tell." Cassie whispered into her knees.

"Oh, I don't think Sam would ever hurt you."

"she would, because its not Sam." Cassie looked up and met the colonel's eyes. "it's a goa'uld."

Jack looked at Cassie in shock. it didn't make sense - Carter, a goa'uld? Nymph’s words rang in his head.

she seems more scared than mean.

that assessment didn't track with what he knew of those snake-heads. they're all evil parasites with god complexes, and this one apparently threatened one of the people Sam was closest to. but Nymph had never been wrong.

he called General Hammond to set a trap.

~ • ~ • ~

Sam walked up to the ramp as the stargate spun around, seemingly itching to go anywhere but there. the gate slowed to a stop without dialing a planet, and Jack walked into the gateroom.

"sorry, kids. we're staying here for right now." he said, grinning nonchalantly.

"NO!" Sam screeched, running up the ramp. her eyes flashed, and her voice deepened and echoed. "you must let me through the stargate!"

Daniel flinched, and Teal'c took a defensive stance. Jack reached his hand out to stop him.

"you know, I wasn't entirely sure you weren't who you were claiming to be, but both Nymph and Cassie told me otherwise." he called up to her. "what do you want with Sam Carter?"

"Samantha Carter was an accident. if you let me through the stargate, I will return her to you unharmed once I find a suitable host."

"now, how are we supposed to trust you?" Jack asked, slowly walking towards her. the marines in the gateroom all had weapons pointed at her - luckily, Jack had anticipated enough to replace the lethal bullets with tranq darts. he wasn't going to let Sam get hurt over this if he could prevent it.

apparently, Not Sam didn't have the same hesitation. she reached into her vest pocket, grabbed a grenade, and pulled the pin.

"if you do not let me through the stargate, I will drop this and destroy you all." she called out, holding the primed grenade high.

"you'd die too, though," Daniel piped up, probably not as nervous as he should've been.

"if you don't let me leave, I am already dead." she stated, anxiety leaching off her in palpable waves.

"what do you mean? who are you?" Jack asked her. she stood a little straighter.

"I am the Tok'ra Jolinar of Malkshur. and I'm being hunted by an ashrak, so if you do not allow me passage through the stargate you will assure my death."

Jack turned to Teal'c.

"an ashrak is a goa'uld assassin, and I have heard tales of the Tok'ra." Teal'c said. "a rebel alliance of goa'uld against the system lords."

"I am not a goa'uld!" Jolinar yelled, her hold on the grenade wavering. Jack instinctively held up his hands.

"alright, not a goa'uld. can you put away the grenade so we can talk like civilized adults?" he asked her. she nodded, and lowered her arm. Jack jogged over to her and took the grenade, grabbing the pin off the floor and replacing it [according to google You Can't Do That but thats what happened in canon and i dont know how else to handle that].

"there, that's better." Jack said. "now, we each have problems. you have an assassin after you, and we want Major Carter back. how 'bout we help each other?"

Jolinar glared at him. "how do you suggest we do that?"

"we could set a trap for this- what did you call it?" Jack looked over at Daniel.

"ashrak."

"ashrak, thank you. we claim we have you captured in one of our holding cells, and when he comes to kill ya, we jump him. once your little problem is solved, we allow you to go through the gate to get a new host in good faith and you send Carter back to us safe and sound. how's that sound?" he ended it with a little smile, and Jolinar thought it over.

"it's... acceptable." she relented, and allowed a duo of marines to lead her to the holding cells. Jack watched them leave with a heavy sadness that he had hoped wasn't evident to anyone else. but it was.

"we'll get her back, Jack. promise." Daniel mumbled, a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Jack just silently patted Daniel's hand. the general walked over to the two of them.

"I got a call from Dr. Fraiser. apparently, one of the very badly burned Nasyans has disappeared, and one of the doctors was bandaged and drugged in his place. I'm assuming that he is this... ashrak?" Hammond informed Jack.

"well, we better hurry to get this plan in place." Jack said. "I'm not going to let this guy hurt Carter, especially if these Tok'ra could be potential allies in our fight against the goa'uld."

Jolinar paced in the cell, waiting for the ashrak to fall for the bait. the minutes ticked by far too slowly for her liking.

a commotion outside the room alerted her that he had arrived. a tall man opened the door and walked over the unconscious bodies of the two decoy guards, grinning deviously as he approached the bars.

"Jolinar, by decree of the system lords, you will die with dishonour by the power of the harakash." he growled, almost reciting the decree as he raised his hand with a device attached to it that was sparking ominously.

"hear this." Jolinar declared, both out of self-honour and in a bid to stall for time. "the days of the system lords are numbered. tell them I died with hope. my death will only feed the fire of the Tok'ra that burns strong."

the ashrak thrust his hand forward, a beam of energy giving her a stabbing headache. but before he could seriously harm her, several marines burst into the room and tackled the man to the ground. Jolinar stumbled backwards in the cell, but she was mostly unharmed. Jack ran into the room, looking at her with concerned eyes.

"you have upheld your end of the bargain." Jolinar nodded. "if you allow me to leave and find a host, I will return your Major Carter to you."

Jack nodded. "I think we can work something out."

~ • ~ • ~

Jack held his breath everytime the gate opened an incoming wormhole for a week before the computer recieved Sam's IDC. he and Nymph ran down to the gate room, Daniel and Teal'c meeting them at the bottom of the ramp. Sam stepped through onto the ramp, and almost lost her footing as the wormhole closed behind her. when Nymph felt the familiar aura of her Sam Carter, she ran into her arms.

"it's you again!" the little girl cried out in excitement.

"of course it's me, silly girlie!" Sam returned her hug, her voice strained but still her own. Jack smiled and threw his arms around the both of them.

"so, I take it soft foods for a little while?" he joked.

"probably best," Sam smiled. "it's good to be back, though."

#nymph the floaty baby #stargate #stargate sg1 #daniel jackson #jack o'neill #sam carter #teal'c #stargate sg1 fic #so the quatum mirror/goa'uld invasion fic actually takes place about 6 months after this #even though in canon it took place a few weeks before #sometimes fanfic is flipping double birds at canon and sometimes its copying off canons homework #but yeah this takes place a couple months BEFORE the adoption

[capnhanbers]

was rereading JoaT for the 38383 time and holy cow i just read the most recent chapter and Holy Cow. Holy Beef. Holy Mcnuggets dunked in bbq sauce, if you will.

i just wanna say before i dive in that that i, alone w a lot of other readers im Sure, see myself in naya, like. not just physically but in the way she handles her trauma and how it still shows in the way she interacts with the outside world. i guess its the reason this fic has become soo much more than just a haha silly undertale x reader fic? its just so much more to me and i can't thank you enough for writing this beautiful story and continuing to make those SICK ass comics and bringing it all to life and just making these beloved characters so fleshed out in your own way!?!?!? what u have is GOD given my dude

and yeah that last chapter was just so good. it was so good. i remember first reading this fic back when undertale fics were still active n stuff and the big R word was never really mentioned in terms of what happened to naya and seeing it written, said in the open, fleshed out and in front of rachel?! that was probably the coolest character development ive ever seen in terms of ppl with trauma because you NEVER contextualize it. ever. not with words or definitions or anything. to the victim its something that happened and something that sucked but still happened. seeing naya actually speak it and confirm that what she went through WAS indeed that made me have to put my phone down (yes i was reading on my phone like a neanderthal) and just. i rushed to ur acc to tell u that ure doing something good. it may not be groundbreaking or revolutionary on a worldwide scale, but i think its worth knowing that youvr brought someone to tears with your writing :) i seriously hope you feel proud of yourself for this amazing character you've made who so many can resonate with. i had more to sau but this is getting embarrassingly long and i feel like im droning and bejng repetitive jsfjjdfj BUT YEAH!

ok........i always, like, just,,,, i sometimes hesitate getting too mushy with my own shit cuz cmoon it's fanfic i shouldn't take it so serious but....man? this? is exactly what I'm going for, and reading this made me tear up

i KNOW a bunch of ppl see themselves in naya and i want anyone who does to read this growth and indulge in it and. like... this is something that happened to her. she's saying it out loud. but it doesn't disqualify her from being a force of fucking nature.

I JUST TH-THANK U thank you for dropping by to send this I'm so happy you liked it I'm so happy you're reading, all the best 🦅🦅🦅

#real actual tears in me eyes look away #joat talks #answers #i really could talk about this forever #I've been thinking about it for such a long time #but honestly? i think all those thoughts made it into the text haha

[fizzygator420]

OKAY OKAY SO I SAW U SAY TO SEND IN SKYLANDERS ASKS SO PLS TELL US ABOUT TRIGGER HAPPY’S BACKSTORY

ALSO I LOVE UR DESIGN FOR HIM WHAT WAS YOUR INSPO/PROCESS FOR THAT? ARE YOU GOING TO HUMANIZE ANY MORE SKYLANDERS?

CGKDKGXKG OMG HI THIS IS SO NICE THANK YOU HOLY SHIT

OKAY 1.

I'm gonna have to admit, i still haven't written his story yet 😭 stories are really hard and there's nothing in canon to go off of so I gotta make it from scratch !

i can tell you everything else about him though !!

(I'll probably either make another post or reblog this in a minute. I don't want this to be too long lol)

(also I may have just had the start of an idea tho teehee)

2.

OMG THANK YOU SM I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT 😭😭

tbh i'm not super sure !!

i made the first concept back in January when i first got back into Skylanders

i think i just kinda thought

"okay gunslinger that also makes his own weapons himself" and just tried to use his personality and what he does as a base along with just how he looks in game !!

So, Pointed ears to to resemble his original design, The hair fluffs up some like his fur in game, The crop top was me being head empty and obsessed with those but it actually worked really well lol, Goggles because of his work, The coins are ammo for the machine gun that's on his back because where else could he carry it around lol,

GOLD. EVERYWHERE.

piercings, the goggles, guns, gear shaped key on a string around his neck, belt buckle with "TH" on it ofc, the toes of his boots (he plated them himself, there's steel under the gold)

there's just so much i don't wanna over explain lol

and finally

3.

more than likely yeah !! if i ever get the motivation to !!

but i have a whole AU + one with my friend so i kinda need to lol

I actually have a few rough concepts !!

#sorry for the lack of actual info lol #perhaps I'll try to make another post specifically for the reasoning behind his design #also I'll reblog this and add what i do have written for him in a few minutes !! #I really appreciate the interest in him 😭💕 /gen #skylanders #trigger happy #really nice Tumblr users #fizzy asks

[trainingdummyrabbit]

☕️ ohhh goin to send smth i haven’t actually heard u talk a lot about before— the horror genre?

or if u wanna skip, i im putting my hand on ur shoulder… hii… multiverse? 🥺

ooohhh fun topic... i can't say i have much for the horror genre as a topic because well. its an entire genre, with entire subgenres. as well, im an immensely paranoid person and cant interact with it most of the time, so the closest thing ive got is the knowledge of a handful of pokepastas and a secondhand fixation on th magnusarchives.

it definitely has my respect though! it takes a great amount of skill to be able to utilize it well, and when it hits, it hits HARD. very few things can convey a message or emotion as well as certain things in horror. love it when it gets abstract and or psychological-- oh to find comfort in the things you cant explain, to feel Seen in that paranoia you thought was a burden for you alone. to communicate exactly what it is to the best of your ability and convey it across the threshold of human minds despite its abstraction. does that make sense? but i digress. more paragraphs to write.

multiverse is one of the best tools in narrative writing i think i have ever seen. at the very least, it's my favorite. again, difficult to express a concise opinion on because of how Wide and Vague it is, but it's so important to me as someone who joined this damn hellsite because of multiverse aus. if you know you know. something something skeletons. anyway.

it's something about taking familiarity and strangeness and just... mashing them together. about being lost in a world you almost recognize. its about endless possibility and the inescapability of fate-- or even the lack thereof. the overrunning statement of just... oh, isn't it so grand that we're alive? there's so many ways so many things could have collided, and yet here we are. aren't we so lucky to have what we do? what else do you think is out there? it's a celebration of what we have, a celebration of that which we make up. holding hands and pointing at the stars, drawing pictures between the dots. what do you think, what do you think? isn't it grand?

i think, at its core, its human nature at its barest form. to make a story, ask "what if it was different?" make it happier. make it sadder. what if we were different-- what if this person was just like me? here's this character i made to see our own happiness in-- what if they were like me? what if they were like you? let's put them next to each other. they can be friends. the intrinsic inseparability of multiverse and fiction, of the spontaneous human nature. what if, what if. let's make it so.

#pikasks #ask game #i was going to write about something different but i got distracted.. #mightve blurred the lines a lil but it Is how i feel; still. #genuinely in a personal sense though; i do believe in the multiverse theory. #of choices and the malleability of people; of thoughts; hearts and minds. #the human imagination is powerful; i think. its impossible to separate from perception at points. #we think because we are alive. we are alive because we think; remember; imagine; everything. #of course there's more beyond us. of course there's more out there. #we all contain so many facets-- that are both ours and that dont belong to us. i simply believe in the infinity of it all. #i dont know if that makes sense. but i feel it; so ill say it. simple as.

[coffeeorsomething-irl]

Ch 7 of my Luke Skywalker x OC fic. First chapter and a brief explanation of wtf is this, here

Next chapter, here

This represents the frontier. Updates will now slow to a inchworm's crawl.

@dailydragon08, @a-midwinter-night-dream-86

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Darkness

He slid into the bench across from her, and greeted her cheerfully, "Ciri!"

She startled, raising her head from her book to look at him. He was wearing a delightful smile that broadened as her attention turned upon him. She sucked in her breath, and flushed. There were a few people around, at other benches, and none of them would ever have approached her, similarly… or at all. Now they were all being treated to the confusing sight of the court's latest most interesting man favoring the king's weird, outcast daughter with his attention.

The knowledge made that attention just a little bit harder to accept, just then, than when they were alone.

Head cocked, he noticed her hesitation, and softened his manner. "..Good evening, princess," he said gently, his voice quietly pregnant. His blue eyes sparked for her in the lamplight.

And she became lost in their glowing pools; and the sweet, dark resonance of his voice… Until abruptly she forgot the people around them and just grinned happily at finally seeing him - after having waited the entire day - seated there rocked forward on his elbow and looking boyishly eager with his big pretty eyes trained on her; and at last she found her voice.

"Hi, Luke! You're here…," she breathed in pleasure. And she blushed, at being so glad to see him. "..H-how was your day?"

"Great," he responded immediately, gazing into her eyes - and then he blushed too, and corrected himself with a lopsided grin, "-Um, I meant, now it's great. Earlier it was alright. -How was yours?"

“Um,” she replied, blushing back, and almost unconsciously reached out to take his hand. He grinned at her, pleased, as he squeezed her back. Holding onto him, made her feel reassured. It was so unexpected, the way that happened.. “W-waity," she answered, "…it was OK.”

His grin grew into luxuriance, and he lightly stroked his thumb across her knuckles, sending a frisson along her arm. His chin nestled in his other hand. “Sounds tedious… At least I had work to distract me. …um, well. -Still thought about you pretty much all day anyway, but.. it helped. Poor princess… but I bet I can help you turn it around.”

She developed a big, dopey grin at that, and there was nothing she could do about it. Something in his tone or eyes had also caused her to experience a full body flush.. he'd been thinking of her too. She let her knuckles travel against his warm palm. "I-it was kind of tedious..," she allowed shyly, feeling like she was basking in his presence. "..I'm happy you're here now…"

"Me too. –You know, I'm not sure if I've ever seen you smile so big. …It's a really pretty smile," he murmured, with a dreamy gaze.

She laughed embarrassedly and blushed. "…Th-thank you, Luke."

"Is that all for me?" he breathed, a little mischievous, with reddened ears and cheeks.

"U-um, well," she laughed with embarrassment, "W-well.. yeah..," she allowed softly.

He gave her a silly, sparkly grin. "How flattering," he concluded happily, "I don't know how I got so lucky…," and she laughed again, and had to look away as her bashfulness experienced an overload.

"So, what's my princess been up to today?" he asked softly, cocking his head, "…while she's been waiting on little old lucky me…"

"I… u-um–" she suddenly flushed differently and had trouble to continue. For the truth was, she'd done almost nothing but think of him, obsessively, and the many signs of affection he'd given her, and how it felt to be close to him, all day long… And even if he'd been thinking of her, it was still embarrassing, for him to know.

…He was captivating, sweet, flirtatious, and gorgeous - he was doing it right now – and there was something about his presence that consistently unset her abdomen. And despite how close they already were, she wanted more with him. More than she knew how to make happen. How did people do these things?

As her desire to deepen their relationship grew, she'd found herself falling into an unfortunate cycle… of feeling powerful trust and safety in their connection, so long as he was present - and doubtful anxiety over it, when he was not, and thoughts of risk, and probability, and past knowledge, crowded her in.

After all, she'd never even really.. seen people flirt before - how could she be so sure what it looked like? What if she was misreading everything - What if all of this was in her head, and he viewed her simply as a close friend? -Maybe this was how he treated his close friends. Was she sure enough, that it wasn't, to risk the whole relationship? Her most important relationship.. And if–

"-Hey," he cut in, "hey…"

She startled out of her spiraling thoughts and looked at him. Both of his hands were now clasped gently around hers, and his smile was near gone, and his eyes were tender. "Hey…," he whispered soothingly, delicately stroking her skin, "it's OK. Forget I asked. I didn't mean to make you anxious… forgive me, Ciri."

She looked into his eyes, felt him softly squeezing her hand.. and nodded.

"Are you OK?" he asked gently.

She nodded again, swallowed, blushing, "Yeah. S-sorry to…"

With a shake of his head, he broke in, "-Don't apologize. There's no need. -Besides, if anyone should apologize, it's me.. I've been teasing you. You're kind of adorable to tease, but…" he briefly glanced down, and gave her a small, apologetic smile, "…obviously it isn't fun anymore if it makes you feel anxious."

She smiled a little, cautiously. "O-Ok. …Y-you're really, really sweet." She gripped his hand more tightly, and began to feel comforted.

He smiled, too, a little bashfully. "..You heard me say I was teasing you, right?"

"Yeah. I- I don't mind," she confessed.

He flashed her a big, fun smile, and quietly mouthed, "..Well, great news. I’ll continue gently toeing the line, then.."

She stared at him, lips slightly parted and a flush upon her face. Her heart pounded.

Then she licked her lips, looked down at the tabletop, and collected herself. She wanted to at least try, to be a little bit forthcoming with him, since he always was with her.

She squeezed his hand, first, before she could begin. "Um, so… well today I… basically just… wandered around paying little attention to anything and, th-thought about… u-us," she confessed weakly.

"…Then we had very similar days," he murmured, gazing at her intently.

Then he picked up her hand, carefully separated out her index finger, slightly turned his head and chastely kissed her fingertip. "Was that hard to say to me?" his voice nudged against her skin. "…I bet it was. I think you're very brave.” He continued making his way through her fingers as he spoke, “-You know you really didn't have to answer… but I'm glad you did… and I thought about us too, Ciri. Your dad caught me not paying attention to his ministers like twice and I had to awkwardly cover for myself." When he'd done with her fingers, he tenderly kissed her palm. "…You're really compromising my professionalism."

"S-s-s-sorry…?" she managed to squeak. He lifted an eyebrow.

"-Ciri, are you?"

"Umm.. m-maybe…?"

"Well I hope you're not sorry," he breathed, voice gone silky, "I'm not sorry."

"U-um, well… no, I-I guess not really…"

And she watched his spreading smile, transfixed.

The way he spoke to her sometimes, was like to have her melt, and her insides run down her legs. It sure didn't feel like she was mistaken, at moments like that.

"C-can we go somewhere…?"

"Wanna get me alone?"

Her breath almost stopped up. "C-could be.."

He grinned. "Yeah, let's go somewhere…You know I'd love to be anywhere, with you. Where do you wanna take me?"

"Umm…"

Her mind had been filled with an image, of them sitting close in shadowed black, and the water lapping by and the lights shimmering across. It made her heart pull, like she could pull him to the other side of a veil, and share him only with herself.

She rose her eyes back to his. He was a vision, sitting across from her. Flushed, and disastrously lovely.

"Um, well, you'll see. …I'm taking you to the other side of the riverbank, just."

"Alright.. Lead on."

He let go her hand and rose, stepped to her side of the table and held out his hand. She took it, allowing herself to be guided to her feet.

Then their fingers linked, and she took him from the square.

They chatted as they walked, speaking of little things, hand in hand. Where enclosed, the path was lined at shoulder height with little strung lights, that made the stones of walk and wall warmly glisten. Lush ferns marched beneath the lights, beside them, and beyond. They passed other squares, and courtyards. Overflowing flower pots hung from entryways in asymmetric patterns.

They were amicably strolling, slow and close together, their hands held, past one such entrance to an adjoining plaza, and his eyes were fixed on her with a fond, familiar look, when raucous laughter burst forth, and her eyes responded by orienting its way.

Olandria was there. That was an unwelcome surprise. She had her gaggle with her, casually conversant and draped about her table. That was the laughter's source. Their eyes caught, Olandria's and hers, and she gulped as a matter of reflex, while Olandria glanced down and back up, and showed her a snide, knowing smile full of teeth.

The moment stretched improbably in her perception, and then they'd passed by.

And the little adverse cycle kicked off again, as she reflected on what Olandria had just seen. The way he'd been looking at her, leaned in close? Their clasped hands?

And what would Olandria make out of that?

That they were… doing whatever she'd be doing with him?

That she was too pathetic to possibly be doing anything with him…

The thought made her shrivel a little, inside.

Then he rubbed his thumb along her hand and squeezed, and she remembered the reality of him, by her side.

Gentle and patient, cute and familiar, kind and compassionate… he was unnervingly wonderful, and he treated her, like none else had. She squeezed him back, and nudged her head lightly against his shoulder. He continued affectionately toying with her hand.

"…She's a sour face," he remarked, "She can hardly manage to look at you without being rude."

"Y-you noticed her?" she asked.

"..I noticed you noticing her," he replied mildly.

"-Ah. …Yeah, she's.. pretty sour. …I'm never really expecting.. to see her, somehow…"

"…Are you OK?"

"Um, yeah…I'm OK."

"Really?" he remarked, with a skeptical brow, and she remembered again that he was an empath.

"…W-well… maybe not, entirely..," she admitted, after a pause. "…She just makes me so… unsure in myself. Always has. …And I always avoid her, you know, but I feel like I've seen more of her in the past month than I have in the preceding year."

They walked a few steps in silence, as he considered.

"…I'm sorry she takes you that way, Ciri," he said, his voice soft, "And for what's happened in the past, for her to do so. She's low, and mean. …You're a different sort of animal, entirely."

She smiled, to herself, and sniffed. "…Well, thanks.. For thinking so highly, of me."

"Well.. It's not exactly a choice I made."

She blushed.

"-And I'm sorry…if I've brought you more friction, with her," he added, more softly.

"Oh…don't worry about it. …I-I mean, -maybe it's that? Or, maybe it's something else. –But i-if it's you, I don't care.. You're.. worth it," she told him…. her heart beating with the honesty of it.

He smiled, hearing it, and nudged against her side. "Aww… you're sweet."

She grinned shyly, and gently nudged him back. He was blushing, and it was adorable.

His smile faded, a little.

"I felt the way you felt, back there…," he said softly, "She affects you so, just by a look, and I…. well. Ciri, would you prefer me to be more circumspect?"

"..Wh-what do you mean?"

"-I mean, I don't exactly try to hide how I feel about you, when we're in public. ..So...perhaps that's part of why she's been taking more interest.. Lately. ..I could be more discreet."

"No!" she answered immediately, making him glance at her.

It was her turn to blush, and she continued, a bit more evenly. "…N-no, I… I wouldn't wish to give that up, L-Luke. I.. I like the way you treat me."

She might not be able to convince herself of what it meant, exactly, but she knew that she liked it, better than anything she'd ever known… so she had to speak up for it, without equivocation.

He smiled and looked down, suddenly seeming very happy. In that moment it seemed incredibly silly not to be certain. He leaned in and kissed her temple.

"…k, princess," he breathed as he returned to himself, squeezing her hand. "Thanks. I like it, too."

She squeezed him back, smiling and blushing to herself.

..And when next she looked up she realized, that they were about there, now, and she was about to have him, all to herself.

She stepped ahead, turning to him. "-W-We're far enough," she announced, and pulled him from the path.

He came easily, with a look in his eyes.. almost puppyish. It made her a little weak, in the knee, to have him following her, like that.. and she wanted him out of there, somehow all the more.

So she smiled, and tugged again. "C'mon," she insisted. He snuffed, and was grinning broadly.

Then she turned, almost at a small skip. She heard him laugh, as he opened his stride, keeping pace.

She brought him swiftly from the lights, across the sward.

Soon they heard the river… and soon after that she took him across a little bridge to the clearing on the far side, and then into the cattails she knew grew thick upon the bank. Tall river grasses rustled, and fallen stalks lightly crunched under their steps, as they passed.

She led him around a bend, and through a willow stand, and around another. Noises faintly reached them now, distant yet more emphatic than the ripple of the waters, as they made their way up the bank, treading carefully in the near-darkness.

Finally, she brought them under the eaves of a young willow, and stopped at its base. He fetched up into her, warmly appearing against her back, his hand rising reflexively to brace on her waist.

"sorry, princess," he mouthed.

"D-don't be," she assured, slightly turning her head as though to look back at him. "Um.. we're here."

"..Mmm," he hummed in acknowledgement as he looked around. A small space had formed around the tree, freed of reeds. Shorter grasses grew there in their stead. To their left, faint lights tinkled, catching at the edges of rush and leaf.

"..So.. where've you brought me, beautiful?" He hadn't let his hand drop, from her waist.

With a pause and some reluctance, she turned and stepped away from him, and held out her arms, to part the reeds. "..Look," she said.

She had revealed a tableau of light, across a span of darkness.

Over the river and a goodly stretch of lawn, lay the open plaza they'd just left. Light streamed toward them over the grass, and played mercurial over little ripplets in the surface of the stream. Muted, softened sounds reached them better now, of silverware upon plateware, of speech.

People were visible.

She felt his shoulder behind her, and there was a rustling as a swathe opened up in the great river grasses before them. She dropped her hands, to her side.. he was holding the grasses back now, though his arms hadn't moved - and doing it much more broadly than she could.

"..It's them," he observed.

"It is," she agreed.

Silence fell, for a moment. They searched out details in the distant nightlife. Much more was visible now. His warmth was a welcome presence, beside her. She watched an older pair clink their glasses together over a board game, and thought she recognized Lady Mallaby.

"What does it feel like, seeing them from out here?" he asked into the silence.

"Feels…" she trailed off and studied it..the enjoyment she took in being nestled out here and having a vantage on the folk.

"Feels safe," she breathed eventually. "It makes me feel safe to be able to watch them, from a place they don't know exists." She blinked. "…Gods, that sounds sort of bad, huh?"

"I don't think it sounds bad," he said quietly, without hesitation.

“..It sounds like I had a.. tortured childhood or something,” she said with embarrassment.

“..Did you?” He looked at her.

“No… I’m just… sensitive, I guess.”

“Sensitive… That sounds like you did have a hard childhood.”

“N-othing that bad happened.”

Another pause settled in.

Then, “Tell me something that did happen,” he prompted her gently, “Good or bad.. anything.”

“Um,” she laughed nervously, and didn’t know what to say. “There’s not much that would be interesting..”

He laughed softly back, shoulder giving her a faint nudge. “I don’t care if it’s interesting, I’m interested in you. Tell me something boring.”

..So she sat, and he swiftly seated at her side, his leg lightly brushed up against hers. For a while, she thought quietly… looking out between the reeds, while he watched her instead.

“..O-one time my dad gave me a flower,” she said hesitantly, not knowing why the image of it had come into her head. “It was a crocus. It was beautiful. Just, this starkly vibrant yellow. They don’t grow here, I don’t know where he got it. I didn’t know it was exotic at the time… Probably some merchant gifted it to him.

“…I had just failed my fourth-year recital," she noted, "…I-I mean, I didn’t… I didn’t even give it. I couldn't play the piece. I… r-ran away, instead. The other girls were laughing at me and I just ran out. …Girls of station are supposed to learn music, but I couldn’t. Or, wouldn't take the time. As you like it. ..And Olandria was saying how the princess, the girl of the highest station, had the responsibility to s-shine the brightest… I knew that she was right. I wasn't ever meant for this.” She stopped, her jaw working, as her eyes lightly stung. When the memory of the flower had first come into her mind, she hadn’t immediately recalled the less pleasant remembrances that were connected to it. He waited patiently.

Presently, she mastered herself.

“Well, anyways, my dad came and found me… I mean… well, it’s more like he caught me while I was trying to sneak bread out of the kitchen, because I was too embarrassed to eat in the hall with everyone after I had run out like that. And I expected him to scold me, but instead he gave me the flower. I don't know if he'd even been told yet, what had happened.

"…It’s a bulb plant. Related, anyway. I tried to propagate it. It lasted the whole season… but the next spring, the bulb didn’t sprout. I still have my drawings of it... they aren’t very good, I was pretty young.”

“…How young were you?” he asked quietly.

“I was eight.”

Silence fell. The distant courtfolk tittered and tinked.

Then he said into it, “When I was eight the most on-the-spot I ever was, was shooting practice rifles at womp rats with my friends. No adult structures, no expectations.. Real friends. And I was good at it, because I had the Force guiding my aim. -Not that I knew it, I just thought I was a hotshot. …Your childhood doesn’t sound so easy to me.”

She looked back at him. Something had lodged in her throat, at his assessment. Her eyes glittered.

He was watching her carefully.

“Wanna cuddle?” he asked softly.

“…Y-yeah,” she heard herself saying, softly, back.

And he smiled kindly, and shifted back a short ways, so the trunk of the willow was at his back. “Come here,” he invited, holding out his hand.

And cautiously, she climbed into his lap.

Warmth enveloped her. His strong arms wrapped around her and held her up close against his torso, where his heat blazed along her back. She felt him nuzzling lightly into her hair, and it made her smile. She curled her legs up, and relaxed her muscles into his care, and sighed.

“Gorgeous Ciri…," he was gently praising, "so sweet and smart… and you’re an iconoclast, too. Not even good at music. Trashing everyone’s darlings. It's hard to go against the world, princess. Even by running away. ...You're strong."

She huffed out her breath and huddled back into his chest, shut her eyes, and held his arms tight. "Wh-what a way to see me," she commented wryly.

"I love what I see," he replied. And held her patiently, while she blushed.

"…Look at them," he whispered after a time, and she opened her eyes, from her place in his warm embrace. "You're still their princess. They're your courtiers." He squeezed her, to emphasize his point.

"…they're my father's," she protested weakly.

"-Please..none of that," he gently insisted, "They're yours, just as well. You could dismiss, most any of them, you know. …But I'll bet, you've never even thought of it."

"…n-no," she admitted. "..You think I could?"

She felt a chuckle, ripple his chest. "I know it, Ciri.. You live here. They're just staying over, for your family's entertainment. They're literally here to keep you company…" He laughed, "-they're doing a terrible job."

She thought about it. ..She supposed in a way, it was true – at least, she did live there. Courtiers' families were always from somewhere. She hadn't ever considered, why exactly they were there. "…Maybe..," she eventually allowed.

She felt the breath run through him, again, felt him squeeze around her, felt his mouth press her hair. "You could. ..The point is, just.. That you should keep things in perspective, princess. There's no need, for you to ever please them. They're fortunate, you are who you are, and not someone more vindictive."

She studied the brightly outlined figures, across the spread. She'd largely made her peace, with most of them - by ignoring them, which was simple enough. ..What would it be like, to shed the feeling of being a failure, by comparison?

"..Thank you, Luke. ..I.. I guess you're right. I'll try to keep that in mind." She swallowed, and added quietly, "…You're very sweet to me, you know? …I'm grateful."

"I'm grateful..," he whispered back, "…I love it, that I’m the one, you’ll lead out here, to hide with you in the dark."

"..I-I still can't fully imagine having someone I.. w-wanna do that with," she delicately confessed, "I n-never, h-have… before."

She blushed, as she realized she was essentially confessing that he was her first real friend.

"…I hope you know how pleased I am, to challenge your imagination in that regard, my princess," he delicately breathed against her hair, eyes slipping shut, "..To be wanted, by you, is such a privilege.."

She blushed deeper, her heart skipping to hear him say that.

Something about the baldness, of her confession, and the wondrous warmth of his response, drove her to speak.

"…Luke, are we friends?"

"..'course we are..," he whispered into her, tightening his grip, "you're a very good friend of mine…. Although.. ..I do hope we're not just friends.."

"-n-n-not, j-just..?" Had she heard him right?

He hesitated. Then, "…you don't wanna be just friends with me.. do you, Ciri?" There was something almost plaintive, tinging his voice.

Something about it drew the secret word right out of her. "-n-no," she admitted.

"…good.." he breathed, while she blinked, in surprise, "..me neither. I don't wanna just be friends, at all."

"oh- ohh..!" she breathed, air slipping out of her in a rush as her stomach unset.

"..is this what you're really asking me?" he whispered carefully, beside her ear, "..if we're friends, only?"

How had that happened, so easily? After all that worry and bother.. "…y..yeah..?" she trembled in acknowledgement, "…y-yes, I– t-that's what I'm asking."

"mm." Delicately, he pressed his lips to the shell of her ear. "..well we're not, Ciri. we're not just friends. …I'm, courting, you."

She swallowed, heart pounding. "o-oh! Oh-ok," she managed.. smaller and different than she would have wished.

"-princess?"

"Y-yeah?"

His voice was warm, and soft. "...is that alright? -are you alright? ..you seem, a little anxious, about it.."

"..y-yeah, I'm good, I'm–" she halted herself, then switched tack, "….I'm.. w-well, I'm not really sure what I'm d-doing, L-Luke, and I have t-trouble… i-interpreting things, sometimes."

A low grunt softly sounded, deep in his chest, and he answered, "…I've kept in mind what you said that night, you know… after the party. and I haven't wanted to pressure, or frighten, you, pretty girl. ..so I've just been trying, to let you know, that I'm available. And I'm patient.. and I'm easy-going… And I'm smitten, as hell." His voice had gone a little ragged, on those last words. It made her shiver, in his embrace. "…so, if you want… I'd be thrilled, to help you find out what you're doing.. bit by bit. Slowly, as you like.."

She swallowed, as she realized that many of her troubles over the past weeks need not have nettled her so at all, and her heart quietly fluttered. "..yes, I-I want that," she breathed, in acknowledgment. And he softly kissed her ear.

He husked gently into it, "…there's never a need to be nervous, when you're with me."

"Luke, I…" she paused only briefly, and finally confessed, "-I can't stop thinking about you. I feel.. um, weird, everytime you leave..? L-Like, I can't stand to be so separate.. And, e-e-everytime you're near.. -When you're near, s-somehow I feel, the same? like, even so close, sometimes it's not.. enough.. i-it's hard.. to tolerate, sometimes."

"…Ciri…. ..is it enough, right now?" His warm breath, was softly blushing upon the skin of her ear, and it seemed to bloom inside of her too.. heating up her bones, from within. Of course, it wasn't.

"…um. ..w-well..," she tried, "..I-I can't, s-see you.."

"..why don't you turn around."

Her stomach emptied out, and became buoyant. This was more, than anything she ever could have imagined, happening to her.

She twisted, in his lap..felt his hand upon her thigh, helping her. She slid her hands onto his chest, felt its heave, underneath her palms. He pulled her in.. until she was close, so close, straddling him.. and she looked hesitantly into his face..

She'd never seen him, so close. Moonlight traced delicately along his cheek, and brushed over the adorable cleft, in his chin. Her eyes played over it… ..and up into shadows, that fell over his brow..

She would have thought that it would be terrifying.. but somehow, instead it felt oddly comfortable, sitting on him there, and looking into his face, openly, at last.

"hey," he softly mouthed, under his breath.

"..h-hey," she mouthed back, letting her eyes flick back and forth across his features.

..And after a moment's consideration, she gave a small smile. "..I-I can't see your eyes," she lamented, "and they're s-s-so.. p-pretty.."

That made his lips quirk, into a gentle grin. "…Remind me to show you, during the day."

That made her blush, a little. "..W-well, what are you looking at?" she asked.. hushedly playful.

He gently raised his hand, to her face, to brush along her cheek. "…I'm watching you blush. ..I like it when you blush, at me," he breathed back.

That made her redden deeper, and blink.

"C-can you even see that? I-isn't it kind of dark.."

He grinned, etching in his smile lines. "Caught me," he whispered, "..I'm just betting that you are."

"…y-you're pretty," she said, biting her lip. She'd thought it for so long, without telling him, and he always told her. ..As though it were some deep secret, she'd kept wrapped up inside.

He smiled, in pleasure, and confessed, "..I feel a little vain.. but I've so hoped, for you to think so."

"…I've always thought so," she assured him.

"always?"

She nodded. "I-I've had to try, n-not to.. stare at you, too much."

That made him softly snuff. "..I may have noticed you doing something like that at some point. …Well, you don't have to try, not to look at me, princess. …you get special dispensation."

She smiled, and momentarily ducked her face. "..Thanks, Luke. I-I'll try to be brave enough to use it."

He laughed happily, his smile lines pulling back into concentric grooves.

..Gradually, they relaxed.

"…Ciri..?" he whispered, and something new had stolen into his voice.

"y-yes?"

"..are we close enough, now?" His words were so small..

..And she'd always wished, to touch him. To run her fingers, over all the little valleys and gentle gyri about his mouth, that she knew only by how they caught the light.

"a- …almost," she said back, smally.

And let her hand rise, to his chin, so that her fingertips could brush, lightly over its cleft… and again, a little more firmly, with her thumb. She'd wanted to, for so long.. His skin was smooth, and warm…and the little divet caught, and seemed to unexpectedly cup, her fingerpad..

Her brows tweaked. "it's cute.." she breathed quietly, pressing lightly into the slanting sides of the cleft, in a circle all around.. thoroughly exploring its dimensions.

A stunned sort of giddiness, birthed itself within her, and came to softly crackle, over all her surfaces.

"you're cute," he returned, lips scarcely moving, eyes lightly lidded. "…I like that..," he observed, barely audible, just so she'd know. Shyly, she smiled.

…And delicately fingered just up to the edges of his lips.. careful not to impress upon his flesh, in such a delicate spot.. then aside, over the contour of his dimple.. her belly aflame, with the intimacy of it. Moving laterally out from his mouth, she traced lightly up the track of his nasolabial line.. and the smaller smile lines beyond it.. and he held still for her, breathing softly as she did it, one arm wrapped snuggly about her back and a welcome hand closed possessively over her thigh at the hip.

When she was done, she returned to the center.. that prominent cleft in his chin. She let her eyes fall closed, just briefly, savoring the sensation of their bodies touching, and his soft skin, under her fingertips… and in that space, she felt her thumb accidentally hit up into his bottom lip. Her eyes flitted open, lips parted in surprise… it had deformed, easily, and as easily sprung back..

..Succulent, is what he was.

She felt his arm, tightening, firmly about her waist.. and his hand, left her thigh and rose to close about the back of hers. ..He brought her hand in to his mouth and held it in place, as he kissed it… and it was as no kiss he'd ever given her. Wet, and sweet, and slow, and… and his tongue, was moving openly against her palm, shockingly soft, and saturated, leaving behind a trail of saliva. Her face and chest flared red, feeling it, and a soft noise of surprised pleasure, made its way out of her throat. "Ciri..," he mumbled, brows knitted, into her palm…When he released her, she slipped it aside onto his cheek and jaw, and held him, and impulsively kissed his pretty mouth.

She was clumsy. She pressed too hard, hastily, and her lips on his didn't really seem to fit, and their noses awkwardly bumped.

..She didn't have time to worry, because he kissed her back.

He was sure-footed… he tilted his head, so their noses wouldn't clash, and let his lips match softly against hers, so that her bottom lip was trapped.. And then instead of letting her go, he lightly applied suction. She whimpered, helplessly, into his mouth, as something inside her pelvis released.

His hand rose to tangle in the hair at the base of her skull, and he opened his mouth and kissed her again, deeply. She felt his tongue, dip into her mouth, run past hers and over her teeth.

She was trembling, with the surprise of it, when he let her go. His hand in her hair relaxed, and she sat there, trembling in his lap… a pile of halfway substantiated goo, with four silly emergent sticks.

..He gently brushed his thumb along her cheek. "..is that alright, my princess?" His voice was velvety soft.

Things about him, that couldn't have a texture, were velvet.

She nodded to him, desperately blushing, experiencing a heat that sizzled all over, and penetrated straight through, her form. "u-uh– h-hah– v-v-very" Her lips tweaked into a tiny, giddy smile, and his thumb, stroked across her cheek again. "k," he mouthed, near silently, smiling crookedly back.

And he pulled her closer and carefully placed a sweet kiss, just there, at the corner of her mouth. "..you know I've been wishing, for you to kiss me, Ciri," he breathed, against her cheek.

"..y-you have?" her voice, was hardly loud enough for herself to hear.

"mmhm," he acknowledged sweetly.

..She turned her head a fraction, in his direction, encountered his mouth.. and hesitantly tried, to give him another.

Again, his lips were soft, softer than possible, and plush. And then, he opened his mouth, and there again was his tongue… svelte, and warm, and thoroughly wet, and it left her, feeling about to come apart, on his lap.

There was an agitation, inside of her, that was so remarkably new.

She tried to be careful with him, to do it slowly, and to let him show her how. …And he was matching her, readily.. beat for beat. Somehow letting her take the lead, while still guiding their mouths gently into place, each time.

She let her fingers travel, to cup his jaw, and splay out along his neck. He felt so real… solid, dependable, beneath her. He was squeezing her, in his hands… There was a humming sound from him, as she got a little sloppy and slipped and accidentally used her teeth - and he returned the favor, biting down gently on her lower lip.

..Their noses rubbed, and it seemed that he had directed it, for the pleasure of it. It was simultaneously, the cutest, and most lascivious experience, of her life - to rub noses with him and then share his saliva. She had never felt so close to him.

She thought, that she would never stop doing this, willingly.

…Till at last her lips began to sting, from the accumulated little scrapes and suckles his mouth had given hers. It surprised her - that such a thing, should happen. She pulled back a little, to gasp gently in the night air.. slowly reconstituting as herself. She felt him doing the same beneath her, gently lifting her each time… the pattern of his breathing disturbed, as hers. The pricking of her lip was soon complicated by the pointillescence of his saliva, beginning to evaporate all around her mouth.

She couldn't stop stroking him… as though the only way to confirm his reality, was to lay hands upon it. She wanted to memorize every topographical detail. She traced the swells and lines of his skull..jaw, cheeks…and up carefully into the shadow of his brow, feeling his bangs brush against the back of her hand. He was so comely.. and he was leaning, into her touch, his breath still trying to compose. She could feel his eyelashes, against her palm.

-Had she really, just been kissing him? She'd been dreaming of him quietly for months.. It made her heart tighten, to think of.

"-thank you," she whispered faintly.

"-for what?" he whispered back, breathless.

"..l-liking me," she said smally.. and watched a change, come silently over his face. His eyes opened, focused on her keenly, and he lifted himself from her palm.

"...Ciri, I'm gonna have you taking that for granted by the next cherry blossom," he managed, at last. She stared.

Her eyes watered, abruptly, and she caught her breath. There was a pain, strangely, inside her chest. -The next blossom?

"–r-r-Really?" she scraped out, into a frozen moment. He was watching her, carefully.. brow knitted into a frown she could only partially see.

…And then he was moving, underneath her.. Rising up, slipping his fingers into her hair, and kissing her, assertively, with tongue and teeth.

The sensation was still so strange, and new. It made everything inside of her fall still, and attend.

"-Yes." he stated, plain and firm, when he was done. She reached out for him, brows rising.

Then she was seeking shelter, against him, burrowing her face into his shoulder and neck, consuming his torso with her embrace.

..And he was returning it. She felt him, stroking her back.. sliding his palm up to her neck, then down again along her spine, and back up, letting his fingers linger, and gently sushing. Comforting her, without question.

"...w-what about.. w-w-what about.. what about the n-next-next one?" the question trembled out of her, deep and intense and sounding a little raw.

It had always been a silent given, in the basement of her mind, that he couldn't last forever.

"…the next-next one… my pretty girl," he sighed, and kissed her hair as he stroked her, and maybe he realized, the source of her question, because he whispered, "who knows? ..maybe by then, you'll have gotten so used to me, you won't even be able to picture me, not right there."

That answer made her clench, on him.. brow furrowing, arms and thighs clamping tight. He responded with a strong, decisive squeeze, and a soothing "shh.."

She hesitated, roughly biting her lip, before asking him, "..b-b-but, w-what about… ..S-space?"

He was quiet, a moment.. considering, his response. In the meantime, he cradled her back, smoothing his palms comfortingly, up and down.

Ultimately, he chose a playful misinterpretation, "…do you mean, perhaps we might miss the bloom, because we're in space? …I suppose that could happen. It may depend, on how diverted you are, wherever we're at, my princess."

She blinked, stunned. ..Could he possibly be suggesting, that he pictured her with him, somewhere off in the stars? ..That he might take her with him.. when he left?

And of course, that was something, she hadn't ever considered.

"...L-Luke..?" she asked, hesitant, and confused.

And he elaborated, softly kissing her ear, breathing, "-Ciri, I think there's something you should know… I haven't ever, really done this before, either, sweet girl. ..I haven't ever had a.. real relationship.. romantically. ..And this means something, very special, to me."

She was snugged, against his chest, his warm body smoldering soothingly around hers, and his hands, steadily rubbing along her back… and she thought, about someone like him having been single, always, and frowned. "–you h-haven't? w-w.. -why?"

"…I don't know, why," he answered softly, "..didn't meet anyone, I suppose. and my…early sexual experiences left me, very picky. …or, careful, or… whatever. Not interested in pursuing anything with anyone I didn't have a strong feeling about. …and, years went by, and… and I didn't meet anyone like that." He cast his eyes down, to her.. stroked his thumb along the nape of her neck. "..but now, here I am. with this.. Pretty, shy girl I met, who's so smart and enterprising, who's so incredibly sweet and accepting towards me…" his brows drew, and he sighed, and kissed her hair, "..she makes me feel very strongly."

"…the point is, princess.. I wouldn't be doing this – I wouldn't be getting close to you, like this, if it didn't mean something serious, to me. ..You don't need to worry, about next-next year, or space." He ran his hand up her neck, and carefully found her ear, to whisper, "..you're not gonna lose me, in space." And he pressed his lips to the shell of her ear.

"Luke–" she started, and stopped, swallowing, and squeezing him vice-tight for an intense, heart-stopping span. Her mind whizzed with the information, and the whizzing expanded, until her thoughts had nearly shut.

"-Thank you," she whispered.

"you don't need to thank me for this, precious," he murmured, bellyless, stroking her back.

She kept hold of him, tight as she could, until her strength gave out. As her grip relaxed, she felt his fingers, slip into her hair, and tenderly hold her up, just enough to give her a slow, sweet kiss, his lips gently bracing hers.

He was gentle enough, to bring tears to the corners of her eyes, and when he let her go he nuzzled his brow into hers and told her softly, "I know, that not many people, have come into your life, sweet girl.. I'm one of them."

A couple of those tears escaped her eyelids, to track down her face, as her abdomen clenched.

"y-you're..your-.." she echoed dazedly. She felt like she was skimming the top of something deep, within her, and a few more droplets fell.

"princess…" his brow rubbed hers, and his tone betrayed his concern, "sshhh… what's wrong, Ciri?"

“-I-I don’t know,” she said, quietly helpless, clenching a hand in the shoulder of his tunic. “-I-I a-always thought you'd g-g– go–”

He stroked her jaw, and ran his thumb up through the wake of her tear, and then kissed it… calm, and gentle, and slow. And he whispered, “I'd like to correct that impression, Ciri. I won't. I'm sorry I left you under it. I really don't know, what I'm doing, either. It's not my wish, to cause you hurt.

"..I know, and I promise you, that there's no reason, for us to have any less future than anyone else.. And I don't intend to let you just slip through my fingers. So you can go ahead, and get used to me. it's…safe." He cupped her cheek, and looked into her eyes, "I'm, a safe place, for you to invest your emotions."

..Imagine, a thing like that, being true. She bit her lip to stop its trembling, returning his gaze, and wanting him with every last piece of herself. She held his wrist.

Then his jaw, and was kissing him, aggressively, despite that she was crying. He responded, measuredly, squeezing her tightly, and frowning, a little. He allowed his hands up into her hair, and held her carefully as he broke from the kiss to lick the trail of her tear, all the way up her cheek, then returned to her lips to give her several more, slowly, and gently. His saliva sparkled on her skin.

He nuzzled his nose into her, after. "...here… ..let me try to comfort you.. hmm?"

She nodded, "m- mmhm..," holding his arm. He was massaging her.. And he kissed her one more time, long, and soft.

"..why don't you just curl up on me, my pretty little Ciri, and rest," he whispered, "..if you cry on me, don't worry about it. ..but I’ll tell you something cute, and I'll hold you close…and we'll see if we can't get you, just a little steadier.” his lips tweaked, as he thought of it, “..mm. I'll tell you about some fuzzballs I met, in a forest once, how 'bout.”

She smiled, and snuffed half a grateful laugh, and gave him a nod… and with his assistance, she resituated in his lap, and wound up nestled comfortably into his chest, his arms cradling her in, and his cheek tucked against her head. She burrowed her nose in, and inhaled his sweet, musky scent.

Every time she got close enough, this intoxicating scent made her feel like an animal, safely curled in its den. Her eyes drooped shut, and her fingers first clenched in his tunic, and then relaxed, as her body fair swooned. Meanwhile, he stroked her, tenderly fingering the hairs beside her ear.

"there you are, my princess.. now how's that?" came his voice, low, and patient.

"…'s-'s w-wonderful, L-Luke," she answered him smally. It was. The entire night had been all too overwhelmingly wonderful, and his presence now was more of the same.

"..perfect," he breathed quietly, and slightly turned his head to kiss her hair. "…you're so important to me, Ciri," he mouthed against her, and kissed her again, and she pressed herself into him.

"now… it was on a moon… a big one. Big enough to hold its own atmosphere… and grow forests. …they were massive… the trees stretched up rod-straight, past the eyesight, with trunks, bigger than both our armspans put together. You would have loved it, I think.."

His voice was low and soothing… and somehow, everything about him was warm and soothing and soft…from his tone, to his body, to the way he was giving her fond little squeezes as he stroked her back and arm. She did cry, facing down her long isolation at last with the prospect of its coming to a close, and when he noticed he paused to kiss her forehead and nuzzle her sweetly… and then continued, voice somehow even softer than before, in a way that she found instinctively reassuring.

The fuzzballs did sound terribly cute, as he'd promised. He mentioned he'd been there for the war and little else about that, but described everything of their way of living that he could. Many details she didn't catch, awash as she was in feeling and sensation, but the familiar sound of his voice, remained a surprisingly comforting backdrop throughout.

And when he'd said all he could, he moved on and spoke about something else. "you know, the womp rats back home were kind of cute, if you squinted," he began, and proceeded to tell her all about it.

Meanwhile, gradually, she did feel steadied. He was warmth incarnate…and despite her expectations it had become difficult to imagine him not with her, already.

As her emotions settled, drowsiness rose in their place, and she found herself drifting sultrily, in and out against his chest, while he stroked her and continued softly speaking.

At some point he realized she was asleep, and stopped talking, and simply sat and thought for a long while, her form gently cradled in his arms.

#luke skywalker #luke skywalker x oc #luke skywalker fic #luke skywalker fluff #my writing

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ok same person who asked about ur opinions on j&h i am just absolutely floored by how beautiful ur art style is like the characterization of hydr is perfect and amphimal is genius i feel… really thank u so much for sharing ur ideas on here its fascinating to see how much depth u can put into these characters on your own and to see your own takes on them. so enjoyable ❤️❤️❤️ i really love all ur symbolism and it only makes me curious to learn more about all your ideas… still need to read the novel but i swear i want to even more now because of you. hopefully thatb is not nerve wrecking bc i understand you have specific interpretations of them that u prefer more than others lol ^^’💕💕& i get that BUT THATS WHY I WANNA KNOOOWW augh i just love hearing peoples pet peeves with different media and stuff .. ths is really long i will stop but i just wanted to say hyde is like exactly how i pictured him in my head hes perfect and i think itz great youre taking an opportunity to expand on utterson like you said you think you feel like he should be appreciated more! excited to see where amphimal goes 💓💕 ^^

hi anon i just woke up (it’s 6 am and saw this first) and i just have to say im absolutely over the moon that you took time out of your day to send this!!! you have no idea how happy it makes me that my work intrigues you and makes you want to read the original book. PLEEAAASE read it and analyze it and look at it with your eyes and come to your own conclusions because that’s the majority of the fun. also im really glad someone else notices the amount of thought i put into certain symbols and motifs bevause OH FUCKING BOY. THE MOTIFS. YOU HAVE NO IDEA. THEY NUMBER MANY. MANY MANY MANY (< deranged)

btw if you ever wanna chat don’t be afraid to shoot me a message / come off anon!! im more than happy to talk about stuff i can just get really shy answering asks sometimes cause. idk the horrors i guess. but anyway you have single handedly made my week by sending this <3

edit: FUCK THIS DIDNT GET PUBLISHED. ok yeah these are out of order. anyway here’s the post

edit2: please please ask me about amphimal whenever you want ask me anything and ill answer (without spoiling TOO much about certain things…. 😁) bevause oh my g-d i love talking about it. DONT BE SHY IM SO NORMAL (said while shaking and sweating)

#answers

[pjsk-writin]

HIIIIIII

Idrk waht to tlak about so like tiem to tell you my favroite pjsk charaxters and why 😍😍 u dont have to resd rhis i just wnana send smth in 😭 ALSO 33 REQS?… ik so many people have said it slready BUT BE XAREFUL WITH THE REQS

anywyas

Leo/need

TBH I LIKE SAKI… im biased i love the tenmas IDK SOMETHING ABOUT HER TRYING EVERYTHING SHE CAN BUT LIKE RHE TH E TRAUMA FROM HOSPITAL AND 😞😞😞😞😞😞i lvoeher also nsnf event ☹️ okah yeah thats mt reasoning

moremore jump!!!!!

I LIKE ALL OF THEM but i also drc either?? I LIKE MINORI and airi OH MY GOD MINORI IS SO CUTE AND SHES SO DETERMINED BUT IALSO FEEL BAD FOR HER BC OF HER BAD LUCK minori is just so skrunkly airi is so ljke sarcastic?? idrk how to explain airi is just airi and i lcoe her for that

vbs

KOHANE AND TOYA MY BELOVEDS idont rlly have a reasoning but i like how kohane is like gaining coursge and learning to find herself and whst she eanrs and smth about that is so admirable she just like me AND TOYA IS JUST 🫶🫶🫶 him sticking up to his dad in the nocturne interlude event probably did it for me IDK HOW TO EPXLAINHEKP

wonderlands x showtime

oh my god take a wild guess

that is ckrrect 😱😱 (ithink)

tsukasa I LCOEHIM AND HOW HES WRITTEN him and mafuyu are two sides of the same coin istg prepare for a rant. i love this man

THE WAY HES WRITTEN MAKES ME SO HAPPY IDK THE WAY HES ALL ENERGETIC loud? not rlly?? idk??? the way he represses what he doesnt want to remember and covering it up to the point he genuinelt forgets it AND HOW HIM REMEMBERING MADE HIM LIKE not rlly get emotional but get emotional 😞😞 UGH IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN on this stage of dazzling lights event IF YOU HAVENT READ IT PLEASE READ KT IM BEGGING YOU its so good ANYWYAS YEAH TEUKASA hes so 🫶🫶 somebody get him a therapist

niigo 25

kanade kandadekandnekande kande kanade I LOCE LOVE LOVEEEE kanade IDK WHY shes just amazing and her ahhhhHhhHhHhH

Idk how to epxlain okay thats all 😍

gice me ur opinion on pjsk characters groupsnbro idk 😭😭 okaythanks for lsiteninf to my rant ALSO BE CAREFUL W THE REQUESTS ive tried to run an xreader account and couldnt even finish more than 3 reqs how do you do it… ANYWAYS YEAH TAKE XARE OF YOURSLEF BYEEE

WEHEH I'll definitely be careful dw !!! and IVE AKWAYS WANTED TO DO THIS so here's my rambles on my fave pjsk charas per group YIPPEE

Leo/Need : SAKI SAKI SAKI I LOVE SAKI SM 😍😍 SHES SO SILLY im always impartial to the Tenmas but god i relate to her....SHIHO TOO my silly transmasc just like me in middle school fr

More More Jump! : HARUKA MY LOVE shes literally so wonderful and just like me in overworking oops! but I also am that unnormal abt penguins plus I just love her blue its so good

Vivid BAD Squad : AN AND AKITO an was the reason I started playing and she remains one of my faves to this day !! she's so awesome....and ofc the ginger god I can't believe I'm a ginger liker 😒😒/J but still

Wonderlands x Showtime : RUIIIIII AND NENEEEEE i love emu and tsukasa sm but seriously. silly ourple guy always has my heart <3 AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON NENE I LOVE HER AND HER STORY SM

Niigo : MIZUKI OBVI they're just like me fr I love them so everything abt them is literally so wonderful like <33 AMD MAFUYU TOOO transmasc maf plus idk. also just like me fr i wanna be that jackpot sad girl

#mod amia !