#*sharp inhale thru teeth*

[peapod20001]

Me: “oh my god, why am I getting bad thoughts and feelings in the days leading up to my birthday??”

My body and mind: “haha remember how you were last year?~ :)”

Me: “ohhh. Oh. Oh no”

[desire-mona]

good. so basically what's been happening is hes now hosting this game show on amazon prime called "beast games" where people compete for money.

contestants were told that this game would be like the show squid games, and that all of the challenges are going to be fair game between everybody (people of multiple age groups were competing.) what the challenges ACTUALLY were were very physical activity based, and usually relied on speed and strength from what I remember rosanna pansino saying. 

oh yeah rosanna pansino (the girl who did nerdy nummies if u dont know) has been keeping track of this stuff on her tiktok, its worth looking at if you're invested. im paraphrasing a lot of this so definitely go look at her videos for something more eloquently said.

so most of the people that were succeeding in these challenges and had the highest chance of winning a big sum of money were able-bodied people. a lot of those ppl took advantage of that, as well as the fact that a lot of these challenges were unregulated in terms of moderation? like they could get away with a lot and go unscathed, i think it's because after the first challenge thing, the footage of whatever was going on wasn't going to be checked for any foul play or what have you. anyway, they took advantage of their advantage and started knocking down their fellow competitors and using force to win whatever the fuck. a lot of the people who got knocked down were injured, im not sure to what extent, but medically it gets a lot worse than that.

medications were being withheld from competitors, one of which allegedly caused a seizure on the playing field? and it took several minutes for any medical personnel to get to the scene. if i remember correctly, somebody was not allowed a benadryl while they were having an allergic reaction.

food and water was being withheld too, people were being fed at inconsistent times, sometimes more than 12 hours apart if i remember correctly. a lot of what people got fed was not enough nutritionally, i think a lot of it was mr beasts feastable chocolate bars? people had to hoard food because they didn't know the next time they were being fed. the conditions were really fucking bad, and the people that didn't win the games were essentially given hush money before they went home so that they wouldn't talk publicly about that unsafe conditions that they were in. mind you, we aren't talking about a lot of money, we're talking about an initial amount of $1000, and after a large enough amount of people refused to take that money, they raised it to a whopping $2000.

and to top it all off, people weren't properly given the flight home that they were promised on time due to the amount of people that were being flown home. i guess. the flights were delayed by a few days, but a lot of these people had work so that wasnt a viable option. one person that sent their experience to rosanna said that they had to pay for their entire flight home since they had work, they were apparently promised reimbursement money but they have no idea when that will be in their hands.

i feel the need to say that a lot (if not all) of this is alleged to my knowledge, a lot is still being figured out and confirmed so i won't take any chances. 

i think it's cheesy to say something like "i always had a feeling about (youtuber)" but this is one of those cases where i did sort of know ahead of time. tho i may be biased, cuz ive known of him since he used to make cringe compilations of kids' youtube intros back in 2015, drinking bleach jokes, cancer jokes, the like, and i hold a grudge so automatically i didnt like him. around 2019 to 2020-ish is when he started to rise in popularity due to the giving nature of his videos, it started out with him giving big donations to small streamers i think, and it turned into random challenges to win big sums of money. once it turned into a situation of him having people "work" for money (using those quotes very lightly for the era where he did most of this stuff with his friends), i got really uneasy about all of it. i never really said anything because most people would think "whos this asshole calling out the guy curing blindness and putting wells in africa" which i understand, but also (vague pained noise). 

as a rule of thumb, i tend to steer clear of people who make a show of generosity, especially when they make the people work for it.

(In a really quiet voice) does anybody else on here really, really dislike mr beast because hes been getting some shit on tiktok and id like to talk about it 

[dreambunny777]

Part 1: ( CNC warning) I come up behind you and using a rag with chloroform on it, cover your mouth and nose, as i smile while you cry out in surprise, eventually you are rendered unconscious even with all your flailing about, i lay you down carefully, checking your breathing, once ive made sure your okay and just sleeping, i gently lift you and carry you out to the car, laying you in the back seat, i tape you hands behind your back and cover your mouth with a piece, then your ankles before tucking you into the car the rest of the way, remembering i need to get a blanket, i run back inside and grab one off your bed before coming out and locking the door, i hop in the driver seat and head off................. you start to wake. Groggy and sore, it takes you a few minutes to gather your wits as you look up to the window above your head you see faint shadows of trees, with a groan from behind me i glance back and see you waking, i chuckle lightly as i say, "good morning princess, dont worry none we are almost there" confused and scared, you start to struggle, i sigh lightly and pull off to the side an say, "i guess this will have to work" i get out and open the back door, grabbing you by your shoulders i pull you out but with all your flailing about you slip from my grip and fall to the ground, groaning in pain both from hitting your head and the wind slighly being knocked out of you, i sigh once again, bending down i heave you up onto your feet, with how dark it is and your now pounding headache you struggle to make out my facial features. I lean down and lift you up and over my shoulder fireman style, and kick the door shut as i start to head out to the woods, after walking a short while i set you down on the ground, then reaching into my pocket i pull out a rag and cover your nose, startled by my quick movement you take a sharp intake of air as your consciousness beings to fade, removing the rag before your unconscious i walk away for what seems a short moment, only to princess lift you and move you over to the blanket i just set down by 2 young trees, cutting your ankles free with the pocket knife i always carry, i spread your legs and tape each to one of the near trees, standing you up i cut your wrists free and then retape them to the corresponding tree above your head, while i wait for this dose of chloroform to wear off, i gently trace your skin with the tip of the knife careful not to break skin, once you start struggling more fiercely again i smile, Coming up close behind you, i grab a fistful of your hair and pull your head to the side firmly enough to make you yelp thru the tape still on your mouth, i lean in and take i deep inhale through my nose, committing your scent of fear to memory, letting go i push your head forward and walk around to your front, you look up to see the whites of my teeth shining in the dark thanks to the moons light rising higher, with what seems like practiced precision, i snap my hand forward and grab the collar of your shirt and yank down tearing the fabric like it was paper,

Sir ima need my diary back please….. part two? 🥺🥺🥴

[mxxny-lupin]

Thoughts pt.1

come up behind you and using a rag with chloroform on it, cover your mouth and nose, as i smile while you cry out in surprise, eventually you are rendered unconscious even with all your flailing about, i lay you down carefully, checking your breathing, once ive made sure your okay and just sleeping, i gently lift you and carry you out to the car, laying you in the back seat, i tape you hands behind your back and cover your mouth with a piece, then your ankles before tucking you into the car the rest of the way, remembering i need to get a blanket, i run back inside and grab one off your bed before coming out and locking the door, i hop in the driver seat and head off................. you start to wake. Groggy and sore, it takes you a few minutes to gather your wits as you look up to the window above your head you see faint shadows of trees, with a groan from behind me i glance back and see you waking, i chuckle lightly as i say, "good morning princess, dont worry none we are almost there" confused and scared, you start to struggle, i sigh lightly and pull off to the side an say, "i guess this will have to work" i get out and open the back door, grabbing you by your shoulders i pull you out but with all your flailing about you slip from my grip and fall to the ground, groaning in pain both from hitting your head and the wind slighly being knocked out of you, i sigh once again, bending down i heave you up onto your feet, with how dark it is and your now pounding headache you struggle to make out my facial features. I lean down and lift you up and over my shoulder fireman style, and kick the door shut as i start to head out to the woods, after walking a short while i set you down on the ground, then reaching into my pocket i pull out a rag and cover your nose, startled by my quick movement you take a sharp intake of air as your consciousness beings to fade, removing the rag before your unconscious i walk away for what seems a short moment, only to princess lift you and move you over to the blanket i just set down by 2 young trees, cutting your ankles free with the pocket knife i always carry, i spread your legs and tape each to one of the near trees, standing you up i cut your wrists free and then retape them to the corresponding tree above your head, while i wait for this dose of chloroform to wear off, i gently trace your skin with the tip of the knife careful not to break skin, once you start struggling more fiercely again i smile, Coming up close behind you, i grab a fistful of your hair and pull your head to the side firmly enough to make you yelp thru the tape still on your mouth, i lean in and take i deep inhale through my nose, committing your scent of fear to memory, letting go i push your head forward and walk around to your front, you look up to see the whites of my teeth shining in the dark thanks to the moons light rising higher, with what seems like practiced precision,

what um just what

[sketchdeath]

im robosexual. anytime something has a cool robot in it i instantaneously nut.

[planetbass]

ok well ive got electroswing on now i guess. lets see if i can write

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Chris lying on top of someone getting cuddles plz Ash I beg of you

Follows on Time Apart, It Doesn’t Work As Well As You’d Hoped, and Learn to Fly

Their heartbeat is slow and steady underneath his ear, and his eyes close, letting himself dwell in the sound. His fingers twist in their shirt, relax, twist and relax, rubbing his thumbs over the seams of their binder underneath.

They hum, softly, a tuneless sound very nearly like his own, and that’s like drifting in a warm sea, floating on saltwater and feeling the sun on his skin. Their fingers gently move through his hair, blunt bitten nails not quite scratching his scalp, just rubbing with their fingertips.

The coffeeshop is quiet around them, emptied-out except for the two baristas who speak in low voices under the whirring of the espresso machine, handing drinks out the drive-thru window, bags of cookies and cannoli, a scone or three. They don’t ask if Chris and Laken need anything more.

They know that the need, as it stands now, isn’t for the coffee that’s gone cold in both their cups. It's for the space to have their quiet together, after time apart.

The rain pours, outside, a soft and subtle rush, like blood pulsing through the veins of the world. Blood goes into and out of the human heart, water goes up to the atmosphere and then back to earth. It’s the same.

The earth breathes.

So does Laken.

Chris, like a bird with wings open to the wind to rise, listens to it.

“I’m not afraid of you,” Laken murmurs, without pausing in the soft rhythm of their fingers. “Or of what happened to you, or of what it means for us. My future is with you, that hasn’t changed. I’ve never been afraid of you, Chris. Afraid for you a couple of times, sure, but never of you.”

“I’ll freeze up,” Chris says back, voice low. The music that plays over the speakers switches in a wild, odd swing between the sort of instrumental jazz Chris is used to and the occasional bouncy 80’s pop song. He wonders, in a detached way, which of the baristas has their iPod plugged in to the speakers. “Every, um. Every time. I can’t-... I can’t, can’t stop it right away. Ever.”

“I know,” Laken says. They’re on their back on the back, shoulders propped against the arm of the couch, head tipped back a little towards the ceiling. Chris lays on top of them, his own feet up on the couch’s arm at the other side, the soles of his worn-out slip-on shoes pointing up. His fingers run over the thick, smooth binder fabric under their t-shirt, back and forth, back and forth. His fingers skim along the edge where the black of the binder meets the skin over their lower ribs.

He mirrors the movement of their hand through his hair without realizing it.

“You, you, you shouldn’t-... someone who, um, who can’t... I'm, I'm fucked up, Laken."

“No one gets out of this life without some dings, baby,” Laken says, and their hand slips down, cups his jaw and gently encourages him to look up as they look down to meet his eyes. Theirs, always, are pools so deep and dark he can’t tell iris from pupil. Some of the long part of their hair falls forward, framing their face. “Nobody. Yours are a little rougher than some others, but I’ve got mine, too, you know? I love you, dings and all. We're fucked up but we're fucked up together."

“You don’t freeze.”

“No. I throw punches. And trust me, it’s not always the right response. Even if it feels good in the moment.”

“I, I, I wish I could fight.”

“You did.” Laken sighs, a low soft exhale, and he listens to the sound it within them as well as without. “You pushed her away. You said so yourself. You pushed her away and said no.”

“Not, not right away.”

“God, Chris. You’re even braver for fighting when your body is screaming at you not to. It’s not thoughtless, for you, like it is for me sometimes. You have to push past years of hurt in a couple of seconds. That’s big.”

“It, it, it feels… small.”

“Well, it’s not.” The firm matter-of-factness of their tone makes him smile, secretly, turning his head briefly so the expression is made against their sternum, the warmth of their skin that settles under his own.

“I’m going to to to to, um, to make, it, it harder on you,” He says, looking back up at them. He doesn’t like to look right into people’s eyes, never has, but it’s not so bad with them. Sometimes. And he knows they’ll let him look away when it’s too much. “You know? You, you should… you should maybe find someone else.”

“I should be there for the man I love,” Laken says, voice getting a little softer. There’s a clatter of metal steam-cups over by the counter, the baristas rinsing everything out during this slow time, when the nearly-overwhelming rain means no one is getting out of their car right now.

The two old men - Mr. Malley and Mr. Cilly - have gone back to their homes. It’s nearly lunchtime, and Chris’s stomach feels a little hollowed. He’ll get a scone in a little while, maybe. If he remembers.

“But... everyone who loves me dies, gets hurt, gets gets gets lost,” Chris whispers, feeling a sharp twist inside him. A grief and pain that was wiped away, pushed down by drugs but never fully destroyed. It rises in a wave to break against him, as if they have only just died, the two of them. His mother’s eyes fading as she told him it would be okay, in the end. His father had already been gone.

“That’s a goddamn lie,” Laken says, and there’s an insistence even in their half-whisper. “Jake’s still here. Nat’s still here. Antoni’s still here, Kauri’s still here. I’m still here. Hell, those weird old dudes seem to care about you and they’re still here, aren’t they?”

“But, but, but when I, when I tell everyone-”

“I’ll be right fucking there. Wherever you want me.”

“Everyone will know what I am.” They’re silent, but he can feel their correction behind their lips, barely held back, and he smiles, just a little. “Okay, okay. What I, um, what, what I had to do.”

“If that’s what you want to do, I support you. And I’m not turning away just because you’re doing something amazing, even if it’s dangerous.” They run a finger along his jaw, and their smile is bright, their teeth just slightly crooked in a way Chris loves. “I told you. My future is with you, and that’s a choice I made like a month after you said that you loved me the first time. I knew it was me and you, Chris. Whatever stands in our way, we’ll get through it.”

Chris blinks at them, thinking, and then his own smile widens. It’s still a little trembling, a little hesitant… but stronger. “Blow, um. Blow it apart and go through the wreckage.”

“What?” Laken blinks back at him.

He shakes his head, smiling and laying his ear back down over their heart, looking out the window at the driving rain. It’s made puddles in the parking lot, and he sees a bright white and red polka-dot umbrella as someone makes a mad dash for their car from the bookstore a few doors down.

“My mom,” He says, softly. “My, um. Mr. Malley said… my mom would, um, would would do that. If she couldn’t get over something, or around it, she’d… she’d she’d she’d go through it. Knock it it it it it down or, or, or, um, blow it up."

“Then let’s make like your mom,” Laken says, softly. “And blow WRU to bits and walk right through whatever’s left of their bullshit and build our life there. Take their wreckage and make a statue out of it. Or a hammer. Which we will then bash them with."

He laughs, against them, and they laugh, too.

He's missed the sound of their laughter so much.

When their hand moves down, he grabs onto it. Their fingers are warm, as always. Warm and dry, the perfect counterpoint to the weather. They press a kiss to his hair and he lets his eyes close, enjoying the feeling.

“Do, um. Do do do do you want to meet her?”

“Who?”

“My mom. And, um, I guess, I guess my dad, too. I I I I know where they are, now. Where they’re… they’re buried.”

Laken inhales sharply. “Since when?”

“Akio, um, told me. Do, do you want to… meet them?”

“Sure.” Laken hesitates, then adds in a kind of nervous feigned humor, “What if your mom doesn’t like me?”

Chris thinks of the woman in his mind, still fuzzy around the edges and with a voice he can only remember when he isn’t thinking too much about it. Dark hair and a bright laugh, holding him tightly when he needed it and letting him run when he needed that instead. The woman who went to every single practice and meet, who had been so excited for him to qualify for the national elite team alongside Akio. He can almost see her clearly, if he keeps his eyes closed and forces his way around the headache that still tries to push her back into the light.

“I think,” He murmurs, “She, she, she, she would have liked you. A lot. And and and and probably been mad it took me so, um, so so so long to bring you by."

-

@burtlederp @finder-of-rings @endless-whump @astrobly @newandfiguringitout @doveotions @pretty-face-breaker @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @boxboysandotherwhump @oops-its-whump @cubeswhump @whump-tr0pes @downriver914 @whumptywhumpdump @whumpiary @orchidscript @nonsensical-whump @outofangband @eatyourdamnpears

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Okey so I saw a post on your home feed that said "when he covers your mouth and goes harder" I literally squeaked as ALL THE HOE THOUGHTS OF BUCKY STARTED RUNNIN' THRU -hella bi bitch

Fml Hella Bi Bitch, can you imagine an unhinged Bucky? Just railing you over and over, the crash of sweaty grabbing bodies, each trying to make the other bend. Let those Bucky Hoe Thots run, cause he's a fucking treasure. We love our Bucky, both soft and hard as fuck. 

Your right there, every roll of each others bodies like a crashing wave on the shore. Sweat streaked and arousal covered sheets twisted underneath your bodies. There was no grace in this lovemaking, it was jarring curses, moans, and twisting back and forth power play between you two. This time you landed on top, his vibranium arm in a bruising grip at your hip, jerking you down harder to meet his thrusts, other hand teasing a breast. Palming grabs, sharp rolling pinches on your already oversensitive nipples. Making you hiss, grit your teeth as you angle yourself so he would hit your sweet spot. “Fuck Buck!” you moan out, and glance down at the man underneath you, for this moment. Your nails digging into his pecs, using that leverage to ride him. 

“Come on baby, you got a few more in you.” He encouraged you, gripping the back of your neck to bring you down, enabling him to kiss you dirty, clash of teeth and rolling tongues, his metal hand, the gears clicking as he shifted, wrapping those hard digits around your neck, making you whimper into the kiss when he squeezed slightly. That sent you tipping over in a rush, crying against his lips, eager he was to inhale you when you locked around him, a rush of arousal flooding you two. His grip never loosened, keeping you in a floating post-orgasm stage. “What a good girl...” He pushed up and rolled you two, still deep inside of you. 

Tipping your head back into the pillows, the super-soldier admired you, the way your eyes had a hazed unable to focus look, how the beads of sweat rolled down the sides of your temples and the curls of your hair plastered to the side of your face. Your teeth dragged across your lower lips, and he couldn't help but smirk at the sight of you thinking you were done. How wrong you are Doll, Bucky thought as he never softened, no he was far from finished. 

A roll of his hips, what you thought was his pullout, actually refilled you, which made you jolt under his grasp, your chest arching into his pressing down against you. Open-mouthed gasp showed your surprise, fingers clutching into his biceps. “Buck, fuck... I... can't have another one.” 

“Oh but I think you can.” Bucky continued thrusting, your cunt already squeezing around him, making you a liar. His kisses were matched with yours, until he pulled back and your head tipped back, screaming his name. His hand loosened its hold on your neck, covering your mouth, and the snap of his hips was a bruising pleasure, making you comply with his words, you could have another, and another, wrenching every last one out of you with demands from his body. Yours always complied to his, no matter how hard his demands were. Your cries for that night were muffled into metal and skin, covered in his marks by the time morning broke. 

And next to you your soldier laid, your claw marks down his back, and bite marks across his shoulders when he let you free from keeping you quiet, you scootched your sore body closer and pressed in against his back till he turned into his sleep, loping an arm around your hip and tugging you in close, burying his face in against your hair and breathing in deeply. “Mmmhh, I will never get tired of waking like this.” 

[dragonblobz]

@lilfriezatyrant requested a fic based on an ask recieved of caring for Frieza when he's injured. THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE. And yes there's at least one more part coming so dont panic at the ending lol. Wrote this to Odeath by Aesma Daeva and Seen It All by Mushroomhead. HOPE YOU LIKE IT GIRLIE

Injuries Part One

WARNING: DETAILED INJURY DESCRIPTION AND GENDER ASSUMPTION

There had been no explanation. You had woken to the sounds of explosions in the middle of the night. The city had been in flames. You gathered what supplies you could and fled.

You ponder that night now, as you tread thru the underbrush, looking for food.

2 weeks ago, you’re life had been so different. Preparing to graduate. To honor your family with the first medical doctor in the bloodline.

Then the invasion had begun. Aliens had arrived. It had all been so fast. Some alien had decided that your planet now belonged to him.

Of course, your world had fought back. And all for naught. Any government that didn’t immediately pacify…….. the results were swift and ruthless. Only 3 days into it….. that’s when you had fled. You’ve been eking out an existence in the mountainous wilderness to the west of the city.

Your dinner is brief and frugal. You hadn’t found much. You’ll be sleeping hungry tonight. You are really just glad to be alive.

The night is fire all around your little tent. Explosions and roaring and flames. You’re too frightened to even attempt to run. You merely huddle in your pathetic shelter and pray to your gods that your tent is spared.

And it is.

The next morning, all is quiet. Most of the woodland around you is spared. Damn. Whatever it was must have simply been LOUD and BRIGHT.

You figure you’ll see the extent of whatever happened before you decide whether or not you’re going to pack up and head deeper into the mountains.

It’s only a couple of miles of trudging before you see the devastation. Craters blown into the earth. The forest floor, once prickled with elderly trees, now smoldering ruination.

“What on earth could possibly….” You choke on your own words. What on earth indeed.

You nearly trip over it.

Turning, having made the decision to pack your things and go, despite being tired and hungry, you very nearly trip over the body on the ground. You stumble and instead choose to literally fall near it on purpose. The ashy rocks bite into your palms. You land with your face directly across from it’s face, only mere inches away. It is curled on it’s side, in the fetal position. Its body inverted to yours.

You freeze, huddled on the ground, waiting for this face…… this ALIEN face….. to move. But it doesn’t.

Its face is……. Not like any face you’ve ever seen before. Neither feminine nor masculine. Smooth. White as the purest snow, albeit smudged with soot. Its entire body appears to be this color.

Its eyes are closed. But you can see that they’re quite large, set above a small piquant nose. Its lips are very dark and slightly parted, revealing perfectly even teeth, which are a stark contrast to the blood stains around its mouth. But this isn’t what keeps you motionless.

All this observation takes a few milliseconds on your part. At least until your eyes flit to the dome of its head. It’s…… its crystalline. Like the smoothest polished amethyst you’ve ever seen. The light of the morning sun sparks flames upon its surface. And portals of inferno within its depths. As if, if you looked HARD enough, you could see galaxies being born there.

You consider this for some time. Just looking at this being before you, your body very still. You watch a fly land upon its nose. And feel sudden irritation. Impulsively, you reach up to shoo it away.

The being inhales sharply, a reaction to its tickled nose.

Your body jerks before you go still again. Waiting. It doesn’t move anymore. But you can see that its breathing.

You slowly raise to your feet. It must be one of those aliens. Those things that were trying to take your world. You need to go. You need to run.

But you can’t.

Its hurt. Badly. You’ve taken an oath. You cant leave it here. It could die. You gaze down upon it, observing the rest of it’s unconscious form.

It looks so small and helpless. Graceful, even in unconsciousness. It’s arms limp, yet still curved around it’s knees. As if it is protecting it’s abdomen with its slender hands. Its limbs are smooth and well defined in musculature. It’s toned legs ending in 3 strong looking toes on each foot. Your eyes brighten when you notice it’s long tail stretched out behind it, curving slightly back towards its head. You notice matching flashes of amethyst light upon its shoulders and fore arms. Upon it’s shins. You even catch a dark glint of the same between its arms upon its chest. Its……. Its really quite pretty.

Well. It cant be helped. You’re average in build. But this creature appears smaller. You figure you can probably carry it.

You reach down and slide your arms beneath its knees and shoulders, before lifting it to your chest, cradling it much as one would cradle a child. Its surprisingly light. And COLD. Its body is frigid. And its skin, tho appearing smooth to your eyes, is delicately patterned. As if its scaled. There is the faintest luminosity to its skin, even thru the soot you can see this.

The arm closest to you curls into it’s chest. The arm furthest dangles limply at first. As does its tail. You turn to return to your tent. You can hear its tail dragging thru the rubble as you walk. It isn’t long before you’re walking upon the softer detritus of the undamaged forest floor beyond the blast zone.

A shuddering movement within your arms causes you to still your walking. You look down upon it. Its slowly moving. Curling its dangling arm to its chest along with the other. Nuzzling its face into your chest, as if seeking your heat. You can see its feet curling and relaxing and curling again. You hear a swishing as its tail wraps around both you and this thing. As if its clinging to you. You feel yourself soften at this helpless little thing.

You continue on to your camp.

As you set the being down on the flattest area of soil near your camp fire, you feel yourself already sinking into the quiet assessment of the medical professional you’d hoped to one day become. Its breathing. Airway good. So this means it must have a pulse. Cant breathe without a pulse right? At least a HUMAN couldn’t. Your critical gaze assesses for abnormalities and injuries.

You find a deep gash, accompanied by swelling, on the side of its head, just underneath the crystalline formation in its skull. You surmise that this is why its unconscious. There’s also several deep wounds along its chest, making the large purple marking here appear as a precious stone set in a ring of wounded flesh. These are the two most serious wounds, other than the blood around its mouth. At least, until you notice its legs. One is nimble looking and lean. The other has an extra joint which you know doesn’t belong. It’s right shin bends at an unnatural angle just below its knee. The swelling makes it look obscene.

You rummage thru your pack, finding gauze and antiseptic, cleaning as best as you can. It winces restlessly as you pat the wound on its head. Even with all your training, this still makes you feel badly. As if you’re torturing it.

You glance nervously down. Now for that leg.

You find 2 sticks, strong and sure, to use as splints. You have no idea how this thing’s bone structure will deal with a break. But you DO know it’s leg is broken.

The sounds it makes as you pull its leg and apply the splints are heart breaking. But you know it must be done. As you tie them secure, you suddenly feel a sharp pain and the world spins around you.

Even as you land in the brush several feet away, you still are not sure exactly what happened. You look up in time to see the being groan and shift, the toes on its splinted leg flexing spasmodically.

Self defense. It’d struck out in self defense. You can see 3 thick lines already swelling into purple bruises on your fore arm. It must have grabbed you with its other foot. And thrown you? It seemed too small to be so strong.

You flex your wrist. Nothing broken on you. At least for now. You decide that maybe the being needs to be cleaned. To be frank, you do as well. But patients always come first. You’d scouted the area already, and make your way to a nearby stream for water.

You bathe it gently, starting at his poor bruised head.

His. The sounds it had made when you’d splinted it’s leg. Raspy and agonized. But it’d had a masculine inflection. Not too deep. And it’s body structure lacks female OR male structures, at least in any way that you understand these things. It does have well defined masculine slender musculature. You know this doesn’t truly indicate gender. But you cant help but be swayed by your own biological reasoning into thinking of this being as a male.

You clean the grime from his delicately structured face then, as gently as possible, you clean around the bandaged wound. He winces. You pause. But he doesn’t awaken.

The light from the afternoon sun glints off the top of his head, like violet flame. You gaze at it for a moment before forcing yourself to focus on what you’re supposed to be doing.

You clean the rest of him as good as you can with the scrap of cloth and the steadily darkening container of water. After he’s more or less clean, you carry him, gently supporting his leg, into the tent and settle him in your own cot. Then you attempt to find more food. You have emergency food in your pack. Granola bars and peanut butter. But you figure he’ll need food when he awakens. So you ignore your own hunger and search elsewhere instead.

You come up pathetically short handed. Some berries. And not many. You’re going to have to sneak back into the city if you cant find more. You watch his chest rise and fall as you eat them.

Even in the dimness of the tent, murky with the fading light of the setting sun, those purple jewel like areas still glimmer. Yes. He’s pretty to look at alright.

The berries stick in your mouth as he shifts. Groans. The toes of his splinted leg flex and spread, then flex again. Yet, he still doesn’t awaken. You feel badly. You have Tylenol in your pack. But he cant swallow those if he’s not conscious.

You rise to your feet gingerly and approach him, clenching your blanket in your hands. You’re careful to not bump his leg as you spread the blanket over his body. You roll a towel and gently pick his head up to place it beneath. Your palm brushes the hard purple surface of his head and you gasp. It feels hard and chill. Like a quartz crystal.

On impulse, you reach down and touch his cheek. The skin is cool, as you already know, but this time you let your fingers rest for a few moments, curiosity getting the better of you. Smoothly patterned. Like scales so tiny that you cant actually see them. Soft. Yet tough. Something hit this guy HARD.

His nostrils flare and you jerk your hand away. You stumble over your pack in your haste to back away. Still, he remains unconscious.

You’re thoughtful as you arrange your pack into a semblance of a pillow upon the floor of the tent and curl with your hands around your knees. You’ll need food. He’ll need more than granola bars.

You can barely see his outline in the shadows of the dying fire outside your tent. And the delicate shimmer of those purple spots. You fall asleep to the steady sound of his breathing.

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A snuffling sound disturbs you. You’ve rolled during the night. The harsh sunlight thru the tent wall stings your eyes. Your whole body aches from sleeping on the rocky ground.

More snuffling. Then a deep bass growl. You sit upright, suddenly.

The first thing you see is him.

Sitting upright, his splinted leg stretched before him, and his toes exposed at the end of your blanket, he's very much awake. His arms are crossed primly.

But it’s his face that holds your rapt attention. It’s wearing the most annoyed expression you’ve ever seen in your life. His pupils are the most intense shade of crimson. And his gaze smolders with rage.

But it’s not you he’s looking at.

The snuffling again. You turn. And whimper.

There, not 2 feet away, so close that you could reach out and pat it’s slavering maw, is the massive profile of an adult grizzly bear.

[theotherbloodfart]

Pennywise x Reader

Yo got this on main and gonna post the one shot here. I decided to play with this idea a bit. Penny is a virgin for this 😂😂 the song I wrote this to was the chain by fleetwood mac. Enjoy yo thirsty ass one shot anon! It's my longest so far!

You feel the rancid heat in your blood. It boils like fever. Making beads of sweat form on your skin. The chill of the air in this giant dark place does nothing to cool it. Nothing to calm.

You know he is here. The cave air is damp with the smell of him. It swirls with the scents of spun sugar, the hot popping oil for frying funnel cakes, and an animal smell. It is predatory, territorial. And the powdery smell of old decay. Oh he is here alright. And you want him.

“Pennywise!” You call out. Your voice echoes in the vast space, cascading up the walls only to meander around and back down to you in the form of an echo. At the conclusion of the hundreds of clown names a discreet hiss bubbles around as well. At the sound of his confirmed presence you feel your heart begin to jackhammer inside your chest. You struggle to hear any other noise aside from your own heart. Your own breathing.

The feeble light from your flashlight doesn’t penetrate far. Maybe 20 feet or so. And what you can see is otherworldly, even if it is already familiar to you. You are in a very large cavern. The only sounds now are the echoes of water dripping into pools near the edges of this cavern.

You head for your favorite spot. The monolith of standing spikes right in the middle. They are sharp looking, splayed like splashing water, as if something had heated the very rock into liquid form before dropping a stone in, and covered with a viscous black fluid which you know not to touch. It makes your skin numb and tingly. In the middle of this formation is a smooth, round, flat surface which you stand in the middle of.

You enjoy being here. You have no idea why this creature allows you to come and go from this place as you please. But you do not question. And you come here daily, always staying until he chooses to leave. Or simply staying for hours if he isn’t here. Sitting in the dark on this smooth surface, simply thinking about him.

He never touches you. You rarely even actually SEE him. He usually stays in the darkness beyond your flashlight’s glow, asking what seems to be pointless questions. Answering pressing questions from you as if commenting on the weather. Or simply watching you while you talk about your day. No response other than riotous cackling laughter when you describe something that has irritated you…. Which of course will irritate you…… and in turn inspire more laughter from him. He is infuriating.

He is beautiful.

And you want him. Now.

“Pennywise?” You know he’s here so this call is quieter. Questioning.

“Yes (Y/N). I am here. Tell me sweet thing. Tell me why your scent is different. Your scent stinks of dogs writhing in heat. You smell like you want to fuck, (Y/N).” Haunting laughter follows this and you feel ire rising within you. The taunting in his words and laughter is obvious.

“So what?” you snarl feeling shameful, hot tears spring into your eyes. “So fucking what clown? I mean ….. What do you expect? You’re………” you hesitate.

The laughter is explosive now. “Little pet wants to play with the clown!”

“Yes! You’re fucking beautiful okay? I wanna fuck the shit out of you!” You felt a strange sharp feeling in your chest. This had been a mistake.

Only silence now. Marred only by the echoes of dripping water.

Suddenly you hear a piano. The music chimes away beautifully as it circles the cavern. A tiny but strong sound. Sad and yet hungry. And yet it does not echo. You know instinctively that you are hearing it in your mind. He's used illusions on you before. He’s made you hear all sorts of terrifying things. He rather enjoys scaring the daylights out of you. But he has never done anything like this. The song is nameless and familiar, soft and comforting. He is trying to comfort you. Another sharp pain in your heart.

“I like this song. And I swear I’ve heard it before. What song is it?” your voice sounds frail somehow.

“It has no name. It is simply what your mind sounds like when you are here.” The answer is said in the usual, flippant, uncaring tone he always uses. He continues, without pause. “I have no use for breeding. I do not need it. It is unnecessary.” You can practically see him wave off the subject inside your mind. You feel embarrassed and shameful for ever having thought of it.

Your shoulders slump and your chin drops to your chest. “Yeah. I guess it is Penny.” You suddenly, and for the first time, no longer wish to be here. You turn to leave.

And walk right into his chest. You jerk, startled, the flashlight clattering to the ground, spinning around and landing the beam on the 2 of you. Remarkably it still works as it casts it’s light up, giving Pennywise a low set eerie almost monstrous glow. The light refracts in his eyes, making them burn vermilion out into the dark. Into you.

You feel a little breathless as you finally are allowed to admire him, all shame momentarily forgotten. His mouth is slack, his nostrils flaring, as if he is tasting your scent, as a line of saliva trails to a drop from his lower lip. His buck teeth protrude, nestled between much sharper fangs. His normally perfectly coifed ginger hair appears mussed and disheveled as it falls to frame his face. The silver of his suit glows in the light. His brow is furrowed in a demonic crease.

“I said I have no use for breeding (Y/N). Not that I would not try it.” The line of saliva finally breaks from his lips as he speaks and flutters down into the darkness near his feet.

Suddenly all you can hear is your rabbit heart. It’s pounding so fast you can feel it throbbing behind your eyes. Your mouth dries. Your skin breaks in gooseflesh as heat burns to life deep inside your gut.

The clown stands motionless, a dry groan bubbling in his chest, as you reach forward to his chest with trembling hands. But you hesitate, suddenly feeling more nervous than you’ve ever felt about anything ever, your hands shaking so badly you can barely control them. You feel shame swooping in again as You realize that you have no idea how to proceed. And you waited for the taunting laughter.

But none came.

A sharp snarl bursts from his mouth as his arms snap forward to grasp your own arms, bruising and painful, forcing you to him. A large gloved hand snakes into your hair. You can feel his nails leaving indentations in your scalp, thru his gloves, as he wrenches your lips to his. Sweet pain couples with the taste of blood as some of his fangs press thru your flesh. He is stronger than you’d realized.

You’ve never been kissed like this. You feel his saliva mixed with your blood smearing on both of your chins. His kiss is not human at all. There is no finesse nor gentleness. There is only ardor. He is taking everything he wishes. Bloody wet growls from him make your cheeks vibrate. No. This kiss is inhuman. And it’s the best kiss you’ve ever tasted.

Any shame, any remnants of human shyness, are stripped away before him. You no longer care. You are shameless now as your hands run along him.

There is pain along your scalp as he pulls your head to the side by your hair. You feel his drool on your neck before his mouth reaches it. Then more sharpness as his fangs scratch your skin. He’s suckling your skin. Hard enough to make you jerk and gasp.

His other hand reaches down to twist itself in your shirt and yank violently. Your shirt isn’t giving at first. More pain along the seems as he tanks harder. You sigh as his tongue swipes your tender neck and your shirt seams finally give way. Your shirt is not torn completely away, but hangs loosely in a limp circle around your waist.

The clown brings his lips back to yours. Smacking sounds ring out as he tries to move his lips with yours. As he tries to be more gentle. And you realize that he understands and registers that he’s causing discomfort. That he’s not sure how to do this. This knowledge makes any doubts of what you want vanish. You boldly grasp into the material of his trousers, seeking his cock. Closing your fingers around it you slide your fist up and down slowly, stroking it thru the silk.

His large body stiffens as he freezes, his lips still on yours, his fiery eyes so close to yours that you cannot focus on both at the same time. You moan quietly and bring your other hand around him to massage his ass.

A hiss brushes your torn lips as he pulls away from you then drops down, ripping your pants and undergarments off as he goes. Your tattered shirt continues to hang at your waist, entirely forgotten.

His eyes bore into yours as he leans forward to nip one of your thighs sharply, then inhales deeply. Jesus! He’s sniffing you! Like an animal! You know you SHOULD feel shame…… but you only feel yourself become wet under his warm breath.

Pennywise stands and picks you up by the flesh of your bottom, not seeming to need anything to lean on or otherwise support himself. You cry out as you feel his cock penetrate you quickly, no preamble. He then turns himself to prop you onto one of the large rocks.

You wrap your arms around him, the fingers of one hand brushing along the sharp pleating along the spine of his costume, the other hand grasping with white knuckles into the ruff around his neck. You cling to him.

He freezes again, his wet lips tickling your ear as he croons to you.

“Hold still (Y/N). I do not wish to harm you.”

You try to hold still. You really do. But you cannot help the rocking of your hips as he uses his hands to bounce you along his pulsing cock. The cock itself is moving. Thrusting into you as his hands move.

You watch his face slacken and relax, as his eyes roll back exposing only his whites. He’s so fucking beautiful. You bury your face into his neck ruff as you feel yourself beginning to stiffen in orgasm. His chest rumbles on your ribs as he speaks again.

“Yes, my doll. Cum for Pennywise. Do it! Do it now!” his voice breaks into a guttural snarl and you feel heat inside you as his cock thrusts his orgasm into you.

As you calm down and your panting slows, you enjoy the feeling of the quivering muscle structures underneath his suit.

Behaving oddly, he nuzzles into your neck, gently licking the puncture wounds he’d inflicted earlier.

You found yourself giggling.

“Penny did I just pop your cherry?”

The licking stops and a low growl vibrates your body.

“Enjoy walking home with no clothes little doll.”

[meganshinsou-tm]

Sugarcoated. (m)

↳ chapter seventeen: the void

❧ genre: pro-hero hitoshi, adoptive siblings, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: mentions of suicide/self harm, depression, anxiety, comfort

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The loud and obnoxious sound of the alarm on your phone woke you from a deep slumber. You groaned and reached behind your head to the arm of the couch and grabbed the device, picking it up and touching the 'off' button. Your fingers went to clutch the phone but it slipped from your hold and landed straight on your forehead.

"Oh for the love of fucking christ why!"

Groaning and moaning in pain, you rolled over and fell straight off of the couch with a yelp. 

"I'm just going to lay here and die," you thought to yourself as your face stayed buried into the rug. 

The phone started to ring only a few seconds later, startling you from the serene quietness of the house. With a sigh you sat up on your elbows and grabbed the phone, seeing that it was Hitoshi calling, more than likely to make sure you were awake from your nap.

"Ayeeee," you answered with a tired and un-enthused tone.

"I swear you're something else woman, are you awake? Like awake awake?"

"Yeah I'm awake, trust me," you replied rubbing your forehead.

"Okay, just making sure sweetness. The kid has dance this afternoon right?"

You confirmed Hitoshi's question as you rose from the floor with a groan. The two of you continued to converse as you put on your hoodie and coat, shoes and grabbed your car keys. It had been exactly three weeks since you moved in with your now boyfriend to help him with the care of Eri. It was an exhausting and busy three weeks but so wonderful at the same time. You liked the hustle and bustle of bringing Eri to and from school and her different lessons. More than anything you loved being part of Hitoshi and Eri's life, sharing a home with them both and having your own life full of love and happiness, all because of them.

"How about I meet you two after her lesson and we'll go out for dinner since it's Friday?"

You quirked a brow and counted back your days, realizing that Hitoshi was right but also causing another important detail to pop into your brain as you saw a sparkly pink duffel bag by the front door.

"Uh – I think it'll be just me and you actually. Eri is supposed to go to some little slumber party tonight after dance. I just remembered!"

"That's fine then, you know what, since you'll be back at home before me I'll just pick up some take-out on my way home and we'll have a night in together. It's been a while since we've had one of those, kid free. Maybe even have a copious amount of sex squeezed in between some movies and video games?"

You laughed as you were already out the door and getting into your vehicle, knowing good and well that your lover was at his work desk surrounded by his colleagues and not giving a single fuck about if they could overhear him or not.

"Mmm, food, movies, video games and sex. Should I wear my 'holey' pants, I just know how turned on you get when I strut around in them!"

A sharp inhale was heard on the other end of the call, making you laugh again from imagining Hitoshi grinning through his gritted teeth as he thought of your pair of pajama pants with pink pineapples all over them and a good number of frayed holes. You never cared to throw them away because they were the most comfortable pair of pj's you owned.

"Oh now you're talking, maybe even wear a matching trash bag top. Mmm, that'd be so fucking hot!"

More laughter erupted from your mouth, making Hitoshi laugh as well. You sank back into the seat of the vehicle after starting the engine and turning the heater on full blast. "I love you weirdo."

"I love you more sweetheart. Be careful on the road please, and text me when you get there."

"You got it captain!"

After picking up Eri from school, the two of you had a small amount of time to drive-thru and grab a quick snack. Eri sat in her booster seat, eating her fries and drinking her juice happily as you did the same. You turned down the music on the radio and glanced at the little girl in your rear-view mirror.

"So cutie, what do you want to be for Halloween? We're gonna have to start looking for a costume because you got that party coming up, plus we're all going to the festival at UA."

As Eri chewed on a mouthful of salty fries she thought with a finger to her cheek. After a few seconds, her ruby eyes lit up and she looked at you.

"I want to be Alice!"

"Ooh, that sounds easy enough! You'd make a very cute and fitting Alice! You know I think we should make Toshi be the Cheshire Cat!"

"Yeah! He's purple already!" Eri pointed out.

You laughed and agreed with her. You couldn't wait to tell Hitoshi the decision you and his sister made in regards to his Halloween outfit. Eri followed with asking what you would be, which actually stumped you. You weren't much of a fan of the classic tale but you had a general knowledge of it. The Mad Hater or Queen of Hearts just didn't really float your boat. 

"Hmm, who else is there?" 

A light flickered in your head as you thought about making you and Hitoshi match at least in the animal department.

"What about the White Rabbit?"

"Yeah! Then we would all match!"

The rest of the drive you and Eri planned out the pieces of your costumes. Once at dance you walked in with her, hand in hand and helped to get her dressed in her dance outfit and put her long silver locks up into a nice and neat bun. You stowed her stuff away and walked to the dance room, crouching to her level before she went inside.

"Alright, you're going home with Mai and her mommy today for her slumber party. All your things are in your bag, and if you need absolutely anything you let her mom know and she will call me or Toshi."

"Okay Unnie, you and Sou-Sou will come get me tomorrow?"

"Absolutely, whenever you're ready to come home, we'll be on our way!"

Eri smiled and nodded before hugging your neck tightly. You placed a kiss to her head before standing and coaxed her into the dance room. She smiled and waved goodbye to you and ran to join her little group of friends. You waved back and proceeded to give the other girls mother yours and Hitoshi's numbers and made your way back home, more than ready to have a lazy night with your equally exhausted boyfriend.

Hitoshi struggled to open the door of his home, after many failed attempts of calling your cell or kicking at the barrier since his hands were full, he had to manage by himself knowing that you wouldn't be coming to help him. Once inside he heard it was quiet for the most part, which had him worried until he walked more into the kitchen and could hear a vacuum cleaner running down the hall. His heart was put at ease, realizing that's why you didn't answer him.

The hero placed all the bags of food on the counter, he went all out and got everything the both of you enjoy from your favorite take-out place. You had been working so hard the past few weeks caring for Eri, cleaning the house and cooking in your free time, even if it was already spotless. 

Of course Hitoshi wasn't the type to just sit back and let you do these things, either you'd have them all done before he could get home or when he'd offer his help you'd decline it and suggest he spend time with Eri helping with her homework or just playing games with her. Tonight he wanted to make sure you were satisfied in more ways than one, a belly full of good food, a nice bath to relax your tired body, nice soft and comfy clothes and a whole bunch of doing nothing.

After Hitoshi's arms were empty he slid his shoes off and made his way towards the whirring sound of the cleaning appliance. It led him to Eri's bedroom and he poked his head around the corner of her door frame. The sight his eyes fell upon was very welcomed, making him chuckle and smile. 

Your ear buds were snug in your ears, your phone on the toddlers dresser. As you vacuumed you danced along with the music flowing into your canals, singing to it as well. Your hips swayed in a hypnotic way and you had great footwork as you stepped along with the beat. Your entire body was moving - shoulders, waist, head. (H/c) locks swayed along and your free hand was raised up dancing along too.

"Y se emociona, ya no razona. Y me empieza a cantar, me canta así, así. Bidi bidi bom bom. Bidi bidi bom bom."

Hitoshi's eyes lit up as he heard your voice speaking the Spanish language so flawlessly. He knew you liked many different types of music and knew countless songs word by word, the language barrier being no problem. 

This wasn't the first time the male had caught you like this either, there were multiple times he'd walk in on you dancing and singing in the shower, while baking or cleaning. Each time he'd scare the piss out of you by not making his presence known and you'd stop immediately. It wasn't like you couldn't dance or sing, because you could and so well. The sheer embarrassment of it all though is what would make you end the show. 

This time though, he didn't want that to happen. With the help of his own sounds being muted by your ear buds and vacuum, he was able to sneak inside the room and place himself a close distance behind you. His violet eyes watched your foot work and learned it quickly, they'd also gaze to your ass as you'd roll your hips and stick the plump flesh out.

He panted, seeing you in black leggings and a plain long-sleeve shirt. You didn't have to wear fancy or revealing getup's to get his blood pumping and his tongue hanging from his mouth. 

Hitoshi held his hands up and lined them with your hips as he got ready to step in with you. You sang the song so well and perfectly it's like he could hear the beat of it and easily became in-tune with your movements. Hitoshi took a deep breath and waited for just the right moment and took it. 

One arm wrapped around the front of your waist, pulling your gyrating hips into his, the other grabbed hold of your hand that swayed up in the air. Chuckling, his lips brushed against the skin of your neck, making a shocked gasp escape from your mouth. You hadn't fully registered what was happening as Hitoshi danced with you, moving his hips along with yours and pressing his hard chest to your back.

You stopped vacuuming, letting go of the machine and Hitoshi took the chance to twirl you around and face him. He took a bud from your ear and placed it in his so he could hear the music you listened to. It was lively and fun, his hands took hold of yours, fingers intertwining and holding them in the air as he danced along with you quite well.

"Toshi-ah! What the – you never told me you could even remotely dance!"

Hitoshi twirled you, making you giggle and tugged you towards him and kissed your cheek, "You never asked."

"That's my line you turd!"

Smiling, Hitoshi pulled you into his chest and dipped you, timing it perfectly with the end of the song. He was so pleased with himself and placed sweet kisses up your neck to your cheek before standing you straight up again. His arms wrapped around you and hugged you close, you hummed and hugged back burying your face into him. Hitoshi pulled away and removed the bud from yours and his ear, grabbed your phone and shut off your music.

"Come on sweetness, let's get that thing put back up and get our night started!"

After eating all the food you could until you were miserable, Hitoshi ran a bath and you both bathed and relaxed until you were prunes. Now you laid on the couch together watching a movie. Hitoshi played with your (h/c) hair as you laid on his chest until you lost interest in the film and moved to sit up and straddle his lap. He smiled and touched your warm cheek, drinking in the site of you wearing one of his shirts and looking adorable.

"I didn't ask yet, but how was your last full week at the agency?"

Hitoshi explained his week and you listened closely, your hands playing with his.

The time had come finally for him to start his teaching job at UA that following Monday, you were excited and nervous for him, he was more excited than anything. All week after he'd get off work, he'd stop by the school to set up his classroom and get everything in place and ready. 

You and Eri stopped by one day to bring him dinner and you weren't exactly surprised to see just how much he put into the room. It looked chaotic with all the sketches, posters and prints that hung from the walls but it was somehow like an organized chaotic. Everything flowed together well, it was cozy and very inviting. As he stated before, there was a big print of your picture from Disneyland on one of the walls, along with an equally sized picture of Eri. Hitoshi said he was going to make the classroom his own and make it his own he did.

"You excited for your first day of teaching?" You asked, moving your hands up Hitoshi's chest to wrap around his neck and play with his hair.

"Definitely, it'll be a nice change and new journey. I can't wait to meet my students and see how creative they are."

You smiled at your lover's excitement and leaned forward to kiss his lips softly. Hitoshi hummed as his hands rested on and squeezed your hips. He grinned after you broke away, asking what the kiss was for.

"Just because. I'm really proud of you Hitoshi, you set your sights on something and you go after it."

"Well thank you sweetheart. I'm so lucky to have you," he replied and pulled your lips to his again, giving you a kiss to express his gratitude.

You smiled and leaned down, hugging his chest and pressing your cheek to it. Hitoshi wrapped his own arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

"It's definitely the other way around Toshi."

Shinsou smirked as he rubbed your back and you went back to watching the movie on the tv but suddenly it's like your words brought a past memory up, from that night in the bathtub a few weeks ago. 

"I don't know how much longer I would've lasted in this world." 

Somehow he had forgotten to ask you about that night, about your life and emotional health before moving in with him. Looking down at you, Hitoshi figured now was a good enough time to ask you, you were awake and aware and already in a somewhat mushy and open mood. You never had been the type to really hide anything from him, even before your relationship became official. Hitoshi picked up on clues to your moods and he'd ask you about them, sometimes you'd be hesitant or annoyed with his line of questioning but you always answered him. In the end you'd feel better having him to vent to.

"Hey baby," Hitoshi started off as his hand on your back squeezed, "I've been wanting to talk to you about something."

You remained in your place, your hand holding onto Hitoshi's bicep and your thumb brushing his skin under the sleeve of his shirt. "What is it Toshi?"

"Do you remember a few weeks ago, when you and Eri made that cake, me and you took a bath that night and you were dozing off? You said something to me, something about how if I hadn't come along with my job offer then you didn't know 'how much longer you would've lasted in this world'. Does any of that ring a bell?"

Your brows knitted, trying to recall that nights events. The memories were blurry, you were in a dazed state after all. You remembered Hitoshi bathing you, holding you close and letting you melt into him. When you're extremely tired and trying to fight it off, you tend to blabber a lot about your hearts innermost feelings. More than likely that was the case that night, no denying it.

"I don't remember it exactly, but it sounds like something I would've said."

"What exactly did you mean by that? You weren't planning on hurting yourself ... were you?"

There was a pause before you replied, letting out a long and ragged breath as you thought how to form the words that wanted to fall from your lips. 

You had thoughts before, of how much easier life would be if you didn't have a life at all. You wouldn't have to worry about meeting due dates for bills, wouldn't have to be bothered with your families problems and above all, wouldn't have to see that monster you worked for ever again. Each day going back and forth to that café seemed to just break a piece of your soul off more and more. The looks, whistles and words that you'd hear. 

Your only saving grace being Hitoshi when he'd stop by and grace you with his company. For those few moments or hours, you'd feel that everything was good in the world, that maybe you could make it one more day if it meant seeing that tuft of purple hair and those glistening amethyst eyes one more time.

"Uh – not exactly, I guess? I don't know. I think back then I honestly had just given up on caring about my life Hitoshi. I was in the mindset that if something 'bad' did happen to me then I'd be okay with it. Truthfully, I'm too much of a little bitch to ever off myself, I wanted it to be done for me. I'd go as far as seeking out dangerous situations sometimes."

Hitoshi clenched his jaw, letting your words hit him hard, his hold on you grew tighter. You kissed the inside of his elbow that your face rested in and continued.

"I – I'd purposefully walk through the rough and bad areas of the city on my way home some nights. Hoping someone would think I was good enough to mess with and even hurt. Other times I wouldn't pay attention to my surroundings as I walked crosswalks during heavy traffic. I feel disgusted with myself that I even thought of giving into that man I worked for, then trying to back out of it, hoping he'd get mad enough to lose his control and just ... end me. I almost got what I wished for huh? Except that night, my entire view had changed, I didn't want that situation anymore but still it ended up happening, like some sick joke."

Hitoshi could feel his chest tightening, his heart aching and squeezing. The thought of seeing a story on the news about a girl with your description found behind a dumpster in the slums of Japan had his stomach in knots and made him nauseous. The fact that you sought that out, made it even worse. 

If you truly had gotten everything you wished for back then, Hitoshi would've been guilt ridden for sure. It was his fucking job to read people, how did he not see that dead and hopeless look in your eyes? 

Was it because when he was around, even if you acted annoyed, that you were at your happiest? Just the act of him stopping by and requesting you, was that what kept you going? What about your own family, there's no way they didn't play a part in your life and no way they wouldn't have helped you, had you asked for it.

"(Y/N), what about your family?"

Your shoulders shrugged and you hummed. 

"Well, I distanced myself from them. My parents especially, I just wanted to escape all the – the idiocy. My brother and his wife, their kids, they were another reason I kept going. My mother and father though, nothing happy every comes out of those relationships. Just being let down time and time again, picked over for something better."

You had no family really, except for your sibling and his small family. Those two kids of theirs were your entire world. Then Hitoshi and Eri came along and your world grew. You and brother would go a few weeks without talking to each other, it was normal. They would get busy with the kids and work, and you would be busy with whatever was going on in your life. Always though, you'd check up on each other after too long and pick up from where you left off.

Hitoshi was silent as you explained your sad and chaotic life to him, taking it all in. He never knew any of this went on, had he known, he would've done more, made his move earlier! You finally pulled yourself from his chest, going back to straddling his hips and looking at him. The man looked to be on the verge of tears. 

You pouted and cupped Hitoshi's face, leaning forward and resting your forehead to his.

"I'm sorry Hitoshi. I'm sorry I didn't value you my life like I should've. Sorry for not being strong enough and being a coward, for being stupid and endangering myself. I just, I had enough of it all, I was tired," a shaky breath left your lips, " - so tired. I wasn't going anywhere fast enough for my liking, I had these dreams that seemed so unrealistic and I got discouraged. You saved me though and each day I'm so thankful you walked into that café almost every goddamn day and showed me that smile and kindness. It got to where I lived for it, now wholeheartedly I live all because of you."

Tears flowed from your eyes and from Hitoshi's as well. When he felt a tear drop onto his shirt the hero captured you in his arms holding you as close as humanly possible. Your cries rippled through him as he held your head to him and pet your hair. You apologized over and over, for the smallest and most unnecessary reasons. Hitoshi quietly cried with you, comforting and shushing your un-needed words.

"You have nothing to be sorry for towards me (Y/N). I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner or did something about it. The thought of you suffering alone, not being this person I've been so blessed to see these past few weeks, it fucking kills me. As long as there's a breath in me, I promise to do everything in my power to make sure you're happy. I'll support and back all your dreams like you do for me, I'll always be here for you to vent to and let your frustrations out on, I'll be absolutely any and everything you could ever need. You have to promise me though that if you ever feel yourself slipping, even just the smallest bit, back into that void, you'll let me know."

You nodded, sniffling and wiping your nose and eyes with the backs of your hands and arms. "I promise Hitoshi. Thank you so much, for everything. I love you so much."

Hitoshi closed his eyes and squeezed you tight, placing a kiss to your temple and wiped your eyes. "I love you so much more."

The next few minutes were spent with Hitoshi holding you close, both of you calming down and getting back to normal. Your boyfriend instructed you wrapped around and hold him tight as he got up from the couch, carrying you to the kitchen and sitting you on the counter. He grabbed a clean rag and wet it with warm water, wrung it out then placed himself between your knees. As you sniffled, Hitoshi used the rag to wipe and clean your eyes and face. The warmth of the cloth made you relax and you gave the man an appreciative smile.

"Sorry I kind of ruined the whole vibe tonight Toshi."

"Baby, you didn't ruin anything. As painful as it was, I'm glad we had this talk. How about we play a friendly game of Mario Kart to get the mood back up?"

You chuckled as Hitoshi took your face in his hands, pulling you to look up at him towering over you and placing a kiss to your lips. Your hands hung from his as you kissed back eagerly. His warm and soft lips were helping to bring the warmth back to yours. The taste of spicy curry was still on his tongue that was welcomed into your mouth and lapped at your own muscle, you enjoyed it honestly. Tongues retreated back to their own caves and your lips enveloped each other one last and long time before breaking away.

"You're on Hitoshi, get ready to get your ass kicked!"

A cocky grinned grew on Hitoshi's face and he quickly tossed you over his shoulder, placing a firm smack to your ass as he carried you back into the living room. It stung more than usual being you weren't wearing pants to protect your skin. You playfully bit at the back of his shoulder, making him only bite your thigh in retaliation.

"Ow you fucker! I'd be nice if I were you, I do get to put together your Halloween costume in fact, and I could be evil about it!"

"What costume? I haven't told you what I wanted to be yet."

You smiled as Hitoshi flung you onto the massive couch from over his shoulder. His arms trapped your head and he looked down on you and leaned on the couch.

"You don't get a say in the matter, Eri chose for you and it's great! You see, you'll be going as the Cheshire Cat, ears and all! For once I'll be the one drooling over you in a kitty cat getup!"

Hitoshi narrowed his eyes at you and grit his teeth. Your finger reached up and glided under his chin then to bop the tip of his nose as you giggled.

"Cat got your tongue Toshi?"

"Bite me," he snapped back.

Propping up on your elbow, your hand cupped his neck and tugged him down roughly and closer to you, the tip of your tongue licked up the side of his throat and stopped at his jaw where you nipped lightly. "Don't mind if I do!"

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The Joker x Reader - “The Work Wife” Part 3

You’ve been working for The Joker for the past 10 years: you speak and act for him and no matter the circumstances, Y/N is always there to take care of everything he needs.  The King of Gotham might not be married, yet he has a perfect partner: his work wife.

Part 1      Part 2     (Part 3 as voted HERE)    Part 4     Part 5

5 months later

“Are you just gonna sit there the whole time?” The Joker splashes the water in the Jacuzzi while you look outside, not even hearing his words. “Hey, I’m talking to you!”

“Oh, I’m watching everything to make sure it’s safe,” you finally pay attention and analyze the surrounding buildings from behind the smoky windows belonging to the second floor of “Serenity Day SPA”; it’s one of the businesses J owns, primarily operated for money laundering.  The rooms upstairs are never used by anybody else except him: he seldom visits and actually uses the amenities since the place is very luxurious.  

“We have 15 men with us, I think we’re OK. Come on, lose the suit and relax,” The King of Gotham requests your presence in the hot tub because you seem absent minded today.

“I’m good,” you mumble and continue to search for any signs of suspicious activity out there even if so far nothing seems out of the ordinary.

“You know how much I hate to extend my invitations twice,” he watches you take a deep breath and gaze his way.

“I don’t have anything to wear,” you come up with the easy excuse and J gestures towards the variety of dressers containing bathing suits, swimming shorts, towels and fuzzy robes.

“Use theirs!”

“Ughh,” the exasperation reaches his ears and it’s not approved.

“Maybe one of these days you could just, you know, drop the attitude?! Only a mere suggestion; don’t lemme stop you from annoying me!” The Joker growls as you choose a random attire and start changing behind the panel as fast as you can, hoping he will shut up.

“Don’t lemme stop you from annoying me” speech is usually between 10--15 minutes long and you are certainly lacking any eagerness to put up with it.

“Why do I have to get in there?” you protest his orders and emerge into a floral bikini bottom with the matching bra.

“Because,” J huffs and completely lowers himself in the bubbly water for a few seconds, then gazes your way. “I must say Y/N, you look decent for a fossil.”

“I’m not a fossil!”

“You turned 36 last month. Basically ancient for my scaling system,” J taunts and smooths his wet hair, thinking that the usual extra feistiness is not present within his work wife today. You step in the Jacuzzi, half afloat until you reach his side.

“Your scaling system sucks, that’s why you don’t have a steady girlfriend,” you lift one of your eyebrows in order to underline the accurate reality.

“I only need company that takes care of my needs for the night; you take care of the rest so I’m fine,” he pauses and waits for the sour remarks to continue but they don’t.

You’re awfully quiet, definitely preoccupied by more important matters than the usual dispute he’s searching for.

“What’s the matter?” J elbows a distracted Y/N.

“Today…” and your voice cracks,” today is Kai’s birthday.”

That’s why she’s like this, he thinks and moves closer to you.

“Wow, the first snowflakes,” you sadly smile and change the subject because you feel you’re suffocating.

“Yeah, I like winter,” he adds on the topic in his usual way of dealing with things. “Much easier to get rid of dead bodies.”

“So charming,” you candidly reprimand. “That’s why women are flocking from all sides; one better than the other.”

“Precisely,” the insolent Joker is glad you’re getting absorbed into his little game; it kind of feels a major part of his daily life is missing if you two don’t clash and he’s aware he has to put in extra work today in order to obtain the desired outcome.

“Please enlighten me so I can prove a point:  when is the last time you went on a date?” you turn towards him, interested in what he has to say.

“Ummm… three nights ago,” J immediately replies.

“One night stand is not a date! As usually, I had to get rid of her in the morning and I’m getting tired of taking out the trash,” you scoff, irritated. “You should have kept the girlfriend you had two years ago; she wasn’t bad.”

“I got bored,” he dismisses your suggestion and stretches his legs under water while you have more to include on top of the earlier statement:

“It’s exciting to see you’re satisfied with bimbos that think you have a stamp collection to show them at the penthouse or drunken ones that you marry on a whim at the sham drive-thru chapels around town.”

“Yes, it is exciting indeed,” The Joker winks and Y/N is done with his crap.

“You know what J ?!!”

Oh boy, here she goes! J grins because he’s getting what he wanted:

“You know what J ”speech is usually between 8--14 minutes long and by far his favorite; you usually blur out a list of judgments about his behavior that you don’t agree with and it falls on deaf ears, yet it’s worth it.

“Mister J,” Frost suddenly knocks at the opened door. “Sorry to interrupt but the weather forecast is showing an imminent snow storm about to hit Gotham in less than 3 hours. Traffic will be hectic since everyone would want to finish what they have to do before roads are closed. Would you like to leave now in order to avoid that?”

The Clown Prince of Crime smacks his lips, debating:

“I suppose so,” then addresses you: “Hold that thought, Y/N! You know how much I love to hear your opinions,” the sarcastic smirk makes you shake your head in annoyance. “I guess is better if we bail than having to deal with the craziness on the streets. Tell the crew we’re out of here in 10!”

“Yes sir!”  Frost complies and you discern the shouted instructions on his way downstairs.

“Right when I was getting comfortable,” J sighs and sinks under the fizzy water one last time while you’re already getting out of the Jacuzzi.

“You can continue at the Penthouse,” you remind the King of Gotham he actually has the same hot tub at home.

“I guess I can,” the grouchy voice mumbles.

The Joker watches as you dry yourself with a towel, his eyes lingering on the only tattoo you have: the Japanese kanji rows inked on your back containing the phrase you’ve been using for years as an inside joke.

He stalls leaving the steamy ambience for a few more seconds before finally abandoning his temporary oasis.

You switch back to your black suit behind the bamboo panel and come out to help him finish up. The white, furry winter coat is placed on his shoulders while J elects to modify the plan:

“Y/N, I want to spend some time at my cabin instead of returning to the Penthouse.”

“Are you sure?” you start walking beside him, surprised at his choice. “With the snow storm you’ll be trapped there for days.”

“It’s fine; I’ll have you to keep me company,” J brushes off any projects you might have like he always does.

“I rather stay at my apartment.”

“No, you’re coming.”

“Seriously J, I don’t want to be dragged in the middle of nowhere. I like that place in the summer and that’s pretty much it,” you try to make him forsake his ideas and pay attention to the stairs you’re both descending.

“I’ll let you know when I give a damn,” The Joker scoffs, signaling some of the men waiting along for his passing to follow.

The door leading towards the secluded parking lot on the north side of the building is already opened and you walk outside, mad he doesn’t care you’re not in the mood to visit that accursed cottage during the crazy weather that will soon hit the area.

Two henchmen are already waiting by their cars and you slowly blink for a few seconds, feeling the snowflakes melting on your face. The faint sound of the bullet shrieks by your ear and you instinctively turn towards J, his eyes already looking down at the fresh wound that’s beginning to stain the white coat.

“What the..?!” he touches the blood in disbelief, suddenly out of breath. You are quick to push him against the nearest SUV, screaming at the others:

“Sniper!!! Get down!”

The goons already outside scatter behind the cars in the parking lot and you help The Joker sit on the ground and press on the oozing injury, the red spot exponentially growing each time he forcefully inhales.

“Shit…” he moans and you gesture at the men that didn’t make it out of the building, including Frost.

“Stay inside! There’s a sniper!!”

“What do we do?” Jonny yells and you shout back:

“Everybody regroup inside!! Stay low and sneak out through the other side of the property! Go in groups of 3 and sweep the surrounding places, maybe we can catch whoever did this! Take the rest of the team and call for reinforcements!”

“You need help?” Frost peeks from behind the curtains, ready to aid if required.

“I’m OK, I don’t need an escort!”

You open the car door and help The Joker crawl in the back seat; he’s wheezing louder and louder due to the painful lesion.

“Keep pressure on it!” you gather his coat around the wound as much as you can, this way it soaks up the blood. “I’ll take you to the doctor; just hang in there, alright?” an apparent composed Y/N creeps on the driver’s side, twisting the keys in the contact.

“It fucking hurts,” J groans and his acknowledgment makes your heart beat faster:

The Joker has a high tolerance for pain so if he says that it hurts, it means the discomfort is beyond what a normal person would be able to tolerate.  

“Hang tight!” you begin to drive, keeping close to the concrete wall enclosing the parking lot, watching him through the rear view mirror. “I’ll take the back streets,” you mumble and immediately accelerate, taking a sharp turn once the protection of the wall is over. The tires screech under the abrupt impact and you speed towards Madison Avenue, having to distance yourselves from the shooting range as soon as possible.

“How are you doing?” you gaze at him and the only answer is a growl.

The Joker’s teeth are clenched together; he couldn’t say a word even if he’d wanted to.      

You nervously squeeze the steering wheel, paying attention to the road again.  

“I think I can make it there under 40 minutes,” the affirmation makes him shiver: the pain is becoming so unbearable he feels he’s going to pass out.

Another turn on Coldwell Boulevard and the last thing J hears prior to losing consciousness is Y/N’s warning:

“Hey, don’t fall asleep!”

**************

The Joker gradually opens his eyes, trying to adjust to reality. You’re sleeping in the recliner close to his bed and the venue seems familiar: it’s the same private clinic you were taken after the unfortunate events that left such a deep scar on your cheek. He’s groggy and a bit confused, a typical secondary side effect of all the medications present in his body.

“Nurse…” J whispers and has to gather his strength to say it louder since you didn’t hear him. “Nurse! Wake up!”

This time the exhausted Y/N promptly snaps out of her troubled dreams, gasping when she realizes The King of Gotham is glaring her way.

“You’re awake,” you jump out of the recliner and move close to him, so happy to see he’s out of danger you actually smile.

A rare occurrence these days.

“Why are you wearing scrubs?” J licks his lips and you reach for the cup of iced water on the cupboard, offering some to the patient.

“We’ve been here for 2 days: it’s easier to blend in, just in case,” you explain while waiting for him to finish drinking.

“What’s the verdict?” he taps his fingers on the pillow, seeking your company for the requested briefing. You lie down next to him and relay the main points to the weakened Joker:

“By the time we arrived, you’ve already lost a lot of blood. You had a clean wound: the bullet went right through; almost pierced your kidney, only half an inch away from disaster. They couldn’t stop the bleeding and I was scared you’re not going to make it,” you gulp and touch his face, upset it was such a close call.

“Why? Were you afraid you’ll be unemployed?”

“Basically. You pay well.”

“True,” J utters. “Do we know who did it?”

You remove your hand, the immediate change in attitude making him aware you’re displeased.

“So we do know,” he figures, wondering why you look at him like that.

“Yes.”

Perfect silence; you are flustered, that’s for sure.

“Well?” J yawns, tired and drained.

“Do you remember your last flame? The one I got rid of 5 days ago?”  

No answer. Because he can kind of tell where this is heading.

“Apparently, she didn’t like that you threw her away the next morning so she did something about it. Thank God she can’t aim that well, I’m sure she tried for the head.”

J is speechless since he was expecting a different outcome.

“The Great Joker, taking down by one of his one night stands. How stupid is that?!” you hiss and try to calm down the urge to strangle him.

“That is quite stupid, my reputation would be ruined,” he tries to joke since he knows he’s going to hear about it forever. “Is it fair to assume she’s not around anymore?”

“I made sure,” you frown, scooting closer to him again. “If you were planning to sleep with her again, she’s not available.”

He grabs your waist, loving the bitter expression written all over your being.

“Any other news?” he changes the subject, delighted you’re so worked up.

You cut him some slack for the moment, sharing your observations:

“I think one of the nurses likes you. She keeps on lifting your hospital gown, checking out the area.”

“Probably to see if I need my bandages changed,” J grins, satisfied with the little confession.

“Or maybe checking out your components,” you honestly reply.

“Components!” he chuckles and regrets it the next second: the sore wound is definitely there.

The door opens and you grumble in a low voice:

“That’s her, that’s the nurse.”

“Quickly, fix my hair,” The Joker demands and you comb the green locks with the tip of your fingers. “How do I look?”

“Like crap,” you sigh, unable to repair too much due to the present misfortune.

“Dammit,” he completely covers the both of you with the sheet, shielding the intimacy of the discussion from any prying ears.

“Miss Y/N, it’s not safe to be this close to a recovering patient with a raw injury. There’s the risk of infection. Could you please go back to your recliner?” the woman requests out of concern for the medical staff’s own safety: she knows that if something happens to The Clown Prince of Crime while under their care, they will pay for the consequences.

“Make me!” you sneer from under the covers, irritated with her plea.

“Yeah, make her!” J growls also and it’s a red flag for the nurse to leave before one of you snaps. The care giver leaves some medications on the cabinet, planning to return later.

“Try not to contaminate me,” he pouts and you roll your eyes. “I already sacrificed a lady’s interest in me by siding with the competition.”

“You’re so full of it,” you kick his knee, careful not to touch the stitched laceration.

He has no clue how much it terrified you that he almost died on Kai’s birthday; it would have been unbearable to think each year at the same date about two men you care about no longer around.

*************

After 3 weeks

The Joker was released from the clinic yesterday and went straight to the cabin in the Willow Woods, hauling a vexed work wife with him against her will. You sure detest the place in the winter time; there are days it snows so much you can’t even walk to the shed to restart the generator. But he said the fresh air will make his recovery a piece of cake and for once you didn’t argue with the bullshit reason.

You are so worn out after taking care of J 24/7 that the tempest going on outside doesn’t bother you. Y/N dozed off one hour ago and the strong wind sweeping the wilderness slams branches, snow and frozen leaves against the windows.

A strand of your hair is being tugged by the crabby King of Gotham; he has insomnia and of course he sneaked into your bedroom after drinking 2 cups of chamomile tea that did absolutely nothing.

“Y/N, are you awake?”

You barely make eye contact, the brain fuzzy from all the restlessness you dealt with in the past weeks.

“My back is stiff,” The Joker indirectly implies a massage would be more than welcomed.“Did you hear me?” he pokes your shoulder when you nap again.

“Why won’t you let me rest?” you finally blur out, wishing you were at your apartment and not in the boonies at the cottage you can’t stand.

“I can’t work out for a while and my bones are cracking every move I make. Plus, I can’t sleep because your dumb tea didn’t work. Are you gonna do anything about it or not?!” he loses patience describing his hardships to the woman that should know all about them.

“Don’t nag me!” the unexpected response containing what J usually throws at you makes him search his mind for a sour admonishment.

In the meantime, you get on your knees and slap his side so he can turn face down, beginning to rub his back along the dragon tattoo since he won’t quit bugging you.

“That feels awesome,” he grunts when your hands work around the tight muscles keeping him up at this hour of the night.

“Jesus, one knot after the other!” you blur out frustrated, trying to relax the stubborn tissue under his skin.

“Told you I‘m stiff; I wasn’t lying. Keep going,” he motivates the grumpy Y/N. “Aren’t you happy that you still have a boss to take care of?”

He senses your fingers stopping, then restarting and something that sounds like sniffling.

“Are you crying?” the muffled question arises from under the pillows.

You wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your fleece pajamas, watching the flames in the fireplace crackling in the darkness. The Joker reaches his left hand backwards and grabs yours, pulling you next to him again. There’s no resistance from your part and his face moves on top of the cushions again.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” you bite your cheek and refuse to say more on the topic.

You don’t really have to though; The Clown Prince of Crime is neither stupid or blind.

“I’m still here old girl,” he emphasizes due to his twisted desire to get you out of your misery while still being a jerk.

“I’m not old,” you defend your 36 years of existence like you always do.

“According to my standards you are,” the silver teeth maliciously glisten 2 inches away from Y/N’s lips.

“Your standards are pure crap,” you sulk and he wraps your arms around his neck, compromising at last:

“Probably…” and your sudden kiss takes him by surprise and in the same time it doesn’t.

That’s new, The Joker thinks and enjoys the opportunity of making out with the feisty Y/N that clings to him so tight he cannot move.

“I think I’m still out of commission,” he purrs in between kisses and you couldn’t care less.

“That’s fine,” you smile and give him a second to catch his breath.

“Wait…Wait…” J carefully debates. “Ummm…On the brighter side, I believe we might be in luck but you’ll have to do the hard work giving my present situation.”

“That’s fine too,” you accept his proposal and lean over to whisper:

“Don’t worry, I’ll be nice.”

**************  

7 months later

“Did you get what I asked for?” The Joker barks at the smuggler that’s taking too long searching the metal crates from the last shipment received yesterday.

“Yes, Mister Joker, just one moment. I know it’s in here, I saw it myself.”

“I don’t have a moment!” the impatient King of Gotham retaliates and the dealer picks up the pace, relieved to finally discover the item buried inside the box.

“Here you go Mister Joker,” something resembling a booklet is being handed to J.

The opulent wedding ring beaded with purple and green diamonds stands out on The Joker’s finger and the smuggler’s eyes get big.

“Oh, you got married Mister Joker?!”

“Yeah, two days ago,” he gets ready to bail since he’s late for his own honeymoon trip to Las Vegas.

“Congratulations!” the guy has nothing better to do than offer his best wishes.

“Why??” J’s mood switches for the worse. “You think I got a good bargain out of it?! I didn’t !! She’s been nagging me for 11 years; I just made it official !”

“I’m sorry Mister Joker,” another wrong reply escapes the dealer’s lips.

“Why are you sorry, hm?” the pissed Prince of Crime raises his voice. “You think I can’t handle my own wife?!”

You are waiting for J next to your car, playing with the bottom of your short summer dress. There was certainly a commotion going on until a few moments ago when the noises stopped; you’re about to check on it but J is coming out of the building, brushing pieces of glass off his clothes.

“What happened?” you inquire.

“I got you a present,” he avoids replying and gives you the booklet.

“What is this?” you open it, confused. Nothing but a bunch of stamps neatly organized inside.

“A stamp collection, Y/N! You always complained that when I brought girls at the Penthouse I said I have a stamp collection to show them when in the matter of fact I didn’t. So I fixed the issue: these are actual stamps I can show them; very valuable: I paid one hundred thousand dollars!” he boasts in front of an annoyed Mrs. Joker.

“No girls, no stamps!” you flip the expensive collection straight into the trash can near you.

“Wha’… What are you doing?!”

“No girls, no stamps!” you repeat, urging him to get in the vehicle.

“How dare you?!“ he has an outburst that you don’t pay attention to. “You’re fired!”

“No I’m not,” you calmly go around the car since you’re the designated driver for the vacation. “Come on, get in,” you reach from the driver’s side to open the other door for him. ”Traffic will be horrible across the Bridge of Angels. We have to leave,” you pat the passenger’s seat and J is hesitating. “You really don’t need that stamp collection; you have me.”

“Pfft,” he huffs and enters the car, not wanting to admit to himself that his work wife is right.

Actually work wife and wife.

No matter what anyone says, now there’s finally no difference.

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[fallenangelspnfanfic]

Fireworks

A little Dean x Reader  I wrote on the side

Contains a lot of FLUFF 

Hope you’ll enjoy 

I am so thrilled. LIKE, super duper hyped. Dean said he would let me drive the Impala today! Can you imagine? Dean letting a girl at the wheel of his precious Baby? At first, I thought he was teasing me, but when I peered into his emerald eyes, searching for any kind of mischief... all I saw was genuineness which, to be honest, was kinda unsettling coming from the elder Winchester.

But, HEY!  Who the fuck would turn down the once in a lifetime offer to drive this sweet 67 chevy? Not me! So, I gladly accepted and now, I'm standing in front of my wooden drawer searching through the dozen plaid shirts, looking for the best outfit for this date, like a fifteen years old chick would do.

Oh yeah, date.

I wouldn't usually dare to call it a ''date'' but since it isn't a hunt nor a supply run and that it only included the both of us going away for an entire day, I can't think of a better word. I can still recalled how he hesitated when he asked me out. We were on our way back from a ''pain-in-the-ass'' ghost hunt that turned sideways. I was sitting in front as Sam tried to catch some z's in the back seat.  

''Y'know there's a vintage auto fest not far from Lebanon this weekend... And Sam doesn't wanna go, but man... How bad I wish I could go and display Baby, giving her the love she deserves...''

''Then go? You're a grown ass man, Dean. You don't need your brother by your side 24/7!''

He laughed, his freckled nose wrinkled a bit in its own adorable way and my heart skipped a beat, per usual. I had the biggest crush on the eldest Winchester, for many years now.

''I know, sweetheart...''

*Heart melting like an ice cream left under the sun*

Sweetheart.

I know, I know. Dean calls every potential girls that pass his way Sweetheart, but... I can't help those feelings that twirl inside me when he calls me nicknames.

''I was just wondering if you... would like to come with me? I mean, it could be fun y'know.. Just the two of us, hanging out... It's been a while...'' he glanced nervously at me since I wasn't answering. He had been all flirty-flirty with me during the past weeks but hey, we're talking about Dean Winchester. How am I supposed to know if his advances are serious or not?

''And... and hey, I could even let you drive to get there, and don't worry I won't disappear on you and let you by yourself if that's what you're thinking..and-''

___/\__/\_/\_______________¸

''I CAN DRIVE THE IMPALA?!''

And yeah, that was my answer, basically. Just gotta add a couple groans coming from a grumpy half-asleep Sam and a couple mumbles from me and that was it.

Damn, I haven't put mascara on since.... let's say ages. My hair is almost done now, I've been curling it for almost half an hour, Jesus. So glad I don't waste my time doing this every morning. Being hunter has its perks.... Sometimes.

*Knock Knock Knock*

''Y/N, are you ready?''

Dean entered my room without my approval, as always. Damn, he looks hot in that khaki shirt.  I discreetly bit my lower lip as I observed him.

''I could've been naked, y'know.''

I heard him behind me sucking his teeth in disappointment.

''Well, better luck next time I guess.''

I laughed.

''You're such a pig.''

''Well, the pig is done waiting so...''

He locked his arm around mine and pulled me as I finished twisting the last strand of hair, almost dropping the burning iron on my bare feet.

''Okay okay, damn, let me at least turn this thing off!''

He let me go and sighed.

He doesn't even seem to appreciate that I've arranged myself for this... Hell, I don't even know if he sees the difference.

''Alright, I'm ready, Winchester.''

Maybe I was wrong thinking this would be some kind of date..

'' I can't wait to spend the day with you, sweetheart. We gonna have a blast.''

..Or not.

----------

I lifted my eyebrows, dumbfounded that  he opened the garage door for me.

''You feelin alright, Dean?''

He chuckled as I passed before him. My heart is racing with the anticipation of being at Baby's Wheel.

''I can be a gentleman from time to time, Y/N. And you know it, don't act so surprised.''

I laughed, but to be honest, I haven't even heard his answer. I'm waaay too excited for what was next to come. I turned around and put my hands together as if I was waiting for the consecrated bread, waiting for him to give me the keys... but he looked at me, puzzled.

''What?''

I glared at him, he better not.

''Well... You told me I was going to drive so, the keys, please.''

He snickered as he analyzed if I was being serious. I noticed how his luscious lips trembled as he held back the laughters.

''You... You thought-''

He bent down and hit his knee as he bursted out of laughing.

That, son of a bitch. That smoking hot, son of a bitch.

He regained his composure once he saw I wasn't entertaining his behavior.

''Alright, alright... You're right, I told you I was gonna let you drive. There, I'm sorry..''

He reached for his pocket as he got closer to me.

Yesssss

He's not that of a jerk, finally. I couldn't hold the growing smile on my face. I was going to drive the Impala! FINALLY.

And then, out of the blue, he poked my nose with his index finger and a whispered to my ear.

''Passenger side, beautiful.''

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 We passed an amazing day, even if I didn't get to drive the car. Jerk

Anyway, it was really fun to see Dean in such awe in front of those old cars. He looked like a child in front of a candy store but, as he promised he didn't leave my side. So, now I know more about cars than I thought I ever would.

People started to leave around 5 and we thought we should hit the road as well.

''Hey, mind if we make a stop somewhere before getting back?''

I looked at my side, Dean was staring at the road but I could see the shade of a grin drawn on his face.

''Uhm, no I don't mind. What's up? Hungry?''

He scoffed and then looked at me, with one of those smiles that just take your breath away. Why is he so flawless?

''Uh, no sweetheart, there's a spot that I know not far from here... Sam and I used to linger over there when we were younger. It's pretty awesome.''

He has something in mind, I can feel it. Besides his many not-so-subtle glances that he kept throwing me and that big ass blanket that was covering a mysterious package in the backseat, it was pretty easy to riddle that the eldest Winchester had planned something else for the rest of the day.

''Alright, we're almost here, beautiful.''

Dean took a sharp turn and now I really had no idea where we were off to. I could hear the gravel hitting the underside of the Impala as we drove on a dirt track.

''Dean, where are we? It's getting dark and I'm hungry now, I hope you packed something to eat, smartass.''

''I thought you knew me better than this, Y/N/N.''

He finally turned off the car, but let the lights on. I jumped out the car and inhaled the sweet perfume of the nature that surrounded us. I heard Dean rumbling in the backseat of the car so I decided to explore a bit, where the hell were we?

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''There you are.''

A regular person would have be frightened by the sudden sound of a voice breaking the quietness of the darkness, but I heard Dean's stealthy steps a while ago..

What I did not expect was the sudden warmth of his fingers intertwined with mines. My heart was stammering in my chest as I tried to decipher what was happening.

I stared at him with my brows furrowed but he only squeezed my hand as an answer and pulled slightly so I would follow him. So I followed him, quietly. Too afraid to talk and to sound like a chipmunk as my throat tightened.

We followed a little wooded path that lead us into a vast field filled with blooming...

''Lavender... Wow.''

I took a long-ass breath as he let go my hand, the smell that was emanating from the field of flowers was stunning.

''Do you like it ?''

I turned around and for the first time since we got out the Impala, I saw that he had been carrying, trapped under one of his arm, a wicker basket filled with what looked like food and bottleSSS of wine and over it was sitting a wrapped blanket.

''Extremely''

He unrolled the blanket at my feet and invited me to join him as he sat down.

I joined him as I giggled, he really planned all of that for me?

''I gotta admit, Dean, never thought you had the ability to be romantic.''

He chuckled as he opened a bottle of red wine and displaced a plate filled with vegetables and different kind of cheese.

''To be fair, I was planning to stop at some drive-thru before coming here. Sammy's the one suggesting all of that.''

He actually had a chat with Sam about bringing me here... Did he ask for his brother's advice? What in the...

''Oh, makes more sense... Broccolis also blew up your cover to be honest. ''

Cracking up a joke is always good, even when you're nervous as fuck... right?

''BUT, I'm the one who thought about....''

He searched through the basket until he reached out what he was looking for and he seemed pretty proud with himself as he exhibited the gigantic package.

''Fireworks! Wow, been ages since I've seen some.''

''Yeah... Sam and I used to pop some of these when we were kids and Dad left us behind. Man, I can still see the wonderment in lil' Sammy's eyes.''

He was pouring wine for the both of us in some plastic cups when I decided to speak my mind.

''So... Dean, tell me. What's the meaning of all this? I mean..''

I noted how the side of his mouth raised in a smirk as I started my interrogation. He gave me a cup and lifted his to make a toast and we both took a sip.

He brought a hand to his chest out of nowhere, as if he was about to take the oath.

''I solemnly swear that I am up to... no... no good, if that's what you wanna hear.''  

I pointed an accusing finger to him as he mimicked Harry Potter with the cutest british accent I've ever heard.

''Don't make fun of my favorite movie, Winchester... Plus, you're really bad at it.''

We both laughed it off. I can't stop staring at him, he looks so, peaceful and calm, which is so weird to me. He's usually so tense and angry.

''I've really been looking for spending some quality time with you, Y/N. It's been a while and I know I can be a real ass-hat from time to time.....''

He was looking far away in front on us as he regained his seriousness. I just knew, that what he was saying came from deep within him, so I just kept listening.

''I can be harsh with you and I sometimes don't weight my words... It's just a constant fight I have with myself, every time we're on a hunt. Seeing you being in danger and risking your life... it's ... pissing me off in so many ways...But at the same time, I know you chose this path on your own....''

Okay now at that point, I just wanna jump on him and sealed off his lips with mine, Chuck, help me.

''You're so... friggin important to me, Y/N. I can't afford to lose you. That may sounds stupid... but your presence is like a soothing balm that calms the pain that has accumulated in me over the years.''

He took my hand in his and finally dared to peer in my eyes.  Our shoulders were leaning against one another and his nose was so closed to me that it brushed the skin of my face. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would actually run away from my ribcage.

Fuck it

In a instant, I turned my head completely and slammed my lips to his delicious one, nearly knocking all of his breath away from his lungs. I hoped that he would actually react and move his lips along with mine, but my heart sunk as he stood still. He hardly had a moment to react that I stopped the kiss and turned my head away.

What was I thinking?

''Why did you stop?''

He gently pulled my face towards him again, his hand resting below my ear, his thumb caressing my cheek as I feared to look him in the eyes. I barely had time to form an answer as his hand drifted to my hip and pulled me closer. I tried to control my breath as I inhaled sharply. I was against his warm chest, I could feel how chiseled it was under my hand as I splayed against it. The urges striked again as soon as I felt his stumble nuzzled the skin of my neck. My arms reached up and tangled around his thick strong neck. His green eyes were filled with dedication that made my heart fluttered.

''Come here, sweetheart.''

He pressed his lips against mine once again, but this time I felt his tongue pressing to the seam of my lips, asking access to delve Inside my mouth. I could feel the slight burn of the wine on his breath as our tongues danced together. His lips were warm and his hands were now wrapped around my waist. We broke apart for air and I rested my forehead against his.

He smirked and I smiled shyly.

''Best fireworks, ever.''

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Omg your requests are open 😩👌🏻 DN requests are going thru such a dry spell , can we get some Mello x Reader angst? Anything is good I wanna be blessed by you

Words: 2319

  Genre: Angst

  Notes: here you go! x

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    You could hear him. He was right beside you, thrashing around inthe chair though he wasn't going to get very far; his hands were tieddown, just as yours were.

   Whenever Mello got captured, he very rarely went down without afight. A few snide remarks were sent here and there, a few dangerousgazes to make the captor shrink back in fear, but his reaction mostlyconsisted of curse words and constant movement. He jerked in hisseat, groaned into the dark room as if that would do anything at all– you were on the verge of telling him to shut up, though youthought better of it. The last thing you wanted to do in thissituation was anger the blonde haired man any further.

   “This is all Matt's fault!” he yelled out, kicking his legagainst the bottom of the chair he had been strapped to. “Why didwe have to let him come with us?”

   “Because he's good atwhat he does,” you replied. “The idiot is just careless. He'llget us out eventually.”

   Mello groaned, swinging his head back. You glanced over at him,your heart dropping at the state of his clothing, the state of hisskin. It looked as if it had been peeled off; the fire had damagedhim more than it had damaged you. One side of his face had beenentirely scolded, the skin folding in on itself and causing wrinklesto claw at his blue eye. The wrinkles disappeared beneath the collarof his leather jacket, and you weren't sure how far down they wentafter that.

   But now there was the added injuries of bruises raking their waydown his entire body. His arms, his face, the legs – everywhere wasmoulded with dark purple bruises from the captors that the two of youwere currently dealing with. If Matt had just kept his mouth shut,none of this would have happened, but you refused to think on the'what if's' any longer than you needed to – complaining would getyou nowhere.

   So you hunched forward in the wooden seat you were tied to andtried to break free. The rope rubbed against the skin on your wrist,and you bared your teeth in any and all attempts to fight off theburning pain which flared up your arms.

   Mello went silent, head snapping over to look at your nowwithering form. “What are you doing?”

   “Trying to get out of here,” you grunted. “One of us has tostay calm and try to make a plan.”

   “This is your idea of a plan?” Mello scoffed. “Just waituntil they come back, and then we can move.”

    “We'll move better if our hands are-”

   Before yoursentence could go complete, the door to the room the two of you werebeing held in swung open. Immediately your head snapped up, angercoursing through you at a million miles per hour; the man standing infront of you was the very same man who had tackled you from behindonly moments before, knocked you out before you could even thinkof reaching for the gun at your belt.

   His face was small, round cheeks that were doused in red. Sweatstuck what little hair he had left to his head, making the baldpatches glisten under the uneven light of the room. He wore ragswhich hung off of him in tatters, his plaid jacket ripped to reveal awhite v-neck shirt beneath it.

   You wanted to dive at him. With everything in you, you wantedyour hands free so you could wind them around his throat; a gun wastoo good for him. A quick death was too good for him. You wanted towatch the life drain from his eyes, and it was an anger within youthat you had only learned through Mello.

   Because taking one glance in his direction showed you that hefelt the exact same way, only he was suppressing it a lot better thanyou had thought he was ever capable of doing.

   The balding man stepped into the room fully and the door swungclosed behind him. You kept your eyes on him as he approached the twoof you, a boyish grin on his face that told of nothing short of pureexcitement; he was basking in this moment, no doubt taking extremepleasure in the fact that he managed to kidnap two out of the threemost notorious gang members in Japan.

    And he had done is so easily. You nearly winced at the memory ofyou crashing to the floor, the feeling of the blood erupting fromyour nose as soon as your face smashed against the concrete.

    “This is a sight I'd never thought I'd get to see,” the mansaid suddenly, his voice sending chills to race down your spine. Hedragged every word out, and you were fairly certain there was aslight hiss to his voice. “Mello and Y/N. Two of the most wantedcriminals in Japan, sitting right in front of me with absolutelynowhere else to go. I can definitely die happy now.”

   “Toobad you'll die screaming,” Mello growled out.

   The man's smile only widened, making your blood boil. Youclenched your fists against the arm chair, resisting the urge to digyour nails into the timber.

   “But before I kill you both,” he continued, as if Mellohadn't even spoken up, “I do think I deserve to have alittle fun first. I think I deserve that much after Y/N  here elbowedme in the mouth.”

   You bared your teeth, said nothing. Therewas no point in succumbing to his tauntings; he would get what wascoming to him soon enough. You and Mello would make sure of that.

   “So who shall I start with? Who deserves to have limbs cut offand who deserves to watch?”

   Your heart thundered with panic – he was planning on making oneof you watch. He knew you were helpless, absolutely helpless, and heplanned on using that to his advantage.

   Without thinking, you surged forward. The ropes tugged at yourwrist, and fresh droplets of blood dripped down from where the ropehad cut into your skin. “Me. I deserve the torture. I was the onewho elbowed you. Mello has-”

   “Shut your god damn mouth!”Mello hissed, head swinging around to look at you. You met his gaze –that wonderful, piercing blue gaze that you had fallen in love withall them years ago back at Wammy's House; the gaze that had onceannoyed the hell out of you, but made your heart flutter all overagain.

   You had seen pain dart through his eyes before – on multipleoccasions – and if you could prevent such a look from appearing onhis face again, you would take it.

   You turned back to the man, ignoring Mello's protests. “Well goon then. Cut a finger or two off. I haven't got all day.”

    The man sneered. You watched as he reached into his back pocketand tugged out a knife – an excuse for a knife, but it had a blade.A fairly sharp blade, if you were being honest with yourself. It wasonly about the length of a pencil, though it truly did look as if itcould cut through flesh fairly easily.

   You inhaled deeply as the man made his way towards you. Yourknees were shaking, bouncing against the foot rest of the chair.Mello wasn't even screaming any more – you were fairly certain hewasn't even breathing at this point, sitting extra still in his chairwith his eyes not once leaving the side of your head. He was tryingto determine what the first move the man would make would be.

     It was the last second. A mere second before the man wasdue to bring the knife down a top your knee, no doubt ready to startsevering body parts from you, and you had prepared yourself. You hadset yourself up, trapped the scream in the back of your throat, wasready to take whatever pain this man would give to you – you hadbeen through it all before. Even in Wammy's House, torture practisewas a common occurrence; you had the scars and the missing teeth toprove that much.

   But it was at that last second when the man whirled around andslashed the knife towards Mello, cutting a thin slice away from hisbruised cheek.

   The scream you had trapped in the back of your throat releaseditself with the shock that shuddered through you. Your eyes widened,body lurching forward as Mello grunted, his head swinging back. Blooddribbled down his cheek, disappeared into the corner of his mouth.

    “No! No, what are you doing? It's me you want!” you yelledout, thrashing in your seat.

   “Y/N, stop,” Mello growled. “Let me take the torture. Youcan close your eyes.”

   “I'll kill you if she closes hereyes,” the man interjected, smiling giddily as he turned back toyou. “It seems to me that you'd prefer getting tortured overwatching someone you love get the same treatment – of course, Ihave to punish you, and so I'm doing the opposite of what you want.That's just how the world works.”

   “Alright Einstein,”Mello croaked out. “We get it. Get on with it while I'm stillyoung.”

   Your captor was right. In that moment, you would have givenanything to have that knife turned on you, to have Mello beset free. He had been through so much – you both had, but he hadmost definitely been given the wrong end of the stick in life. Youwanted to protect him. You wanted to scream and shout for help, butthe words wouldn't come. Mello was beside you, a knife piercing everyinch of his skin, and he was screaming and crying out, and there wasnothing you could do but watch.

   Tears blurred your vision. You blinked them away, swallowing thegolf ball sized lump in your throat. The man turned to you every fewseconds, made sure you were still watching before continuing on withhis actions.

    Your hands trembled. Your body trembled. Your mind was a blur,plan after plan forming but nothing seeming right. Yourwillpower was being stretched beyond it's limits.

    It was when Mello finally passed out did the man stop what hewas doing, turn to you with a smile on his face. You said nothing tohim. There was nothing to say, and so you stayed utterlysilent and still. Mello was slumped forward, his blonde hair framinghis sharp features. But no amount of his hair could hide the bloodwhich was seeping from his face, the knife having traced along hisscars and reopened every single one.

   The man said nothing before slipping out of the room, leaving youto bask in the shock and despair of what you had just witnessed.

   “Mello,” you croaked out. You winced at how weak you sounded,swallowed and tried again. “Mello.” Louder this time, but stillnot enough.

   You closed your eyes, tilted your head back. “Mello!”

  “S-Stop yelling.”

   Your head snapped to look at him. He was still hunched forward,eyes still closed. He hadn't even moved, but he was talking. Youcouldn't ask for much more than that. “Oh God, Mello. You're alive.You're alive! We need to – We need to get you out of here, don'twe?”

  You thrashed around in your chair again, heartbeatstammering with the adrenaline currently coursing through you. Youwould find that man. You would get your hands around his throat, butyou would get Mello out first. You would save him, just as he hadsaved you on so many different occasions.

   Mello tilted his head only slightly, looking at you through thecorner of his eye. “Don't hurt yourself. Please. I – I didn'tjust get my ass beat for you to hurt yourself in the end anyway.”

     You stopped what you were doing. The pain in your wrists easedfor a moment. You never once took your eyes off of Mello's hunchedover form, and he somehow could feel your gaze burning into him. Withgentle timidness, he turned to look at you. His hair still masked oneside of his face, but it wasn't enough that you couldn't make out thesoft smirk appearing on his lips, obscured by copious amounts ofblood that had your stomach reeling.

    He swallowed visibly before saying, “Don't act so surprised.We both know I wasn't – wasn't about to let you get hurt.”

   You shook your head dumbly. “You shouldn't have done that.You're stronger than me, Mello. The gang needs you more than theyneed me.”

   “They haven't lost me,” he grunted out. “Theywould have lost me if I'd have been – been forced to – towatch you get hurt. I don't think I'd be able to – to come backfrom that.”

   You closed your eyes slowly. And even though the air in the roomwas stale with the scent of blood, and even though your heart wasshattered and torn in your chest, you let his words ring out, and youlet yourself bask in them for a moment.

   Mello chuckled at the sight of you leaning back in the chair. Hischuckle was gargled, the blood in his throat bouncing. “We'll getout of here. Matt will find us, and I'll – I'll b-be alright.”

   “I won't let you die.”

   Mello smiled softly again, hiseyes drooping closed. “I hope not. We – We have a lot left tocomplete for our f-future.”

[willgayers]

eddie reacts to more richie tattoos

@tohzier .. i sCREAM i LOVE you SO MUCH for giving me the idea for this hc because i cant stop now??? i cant stop writing this??? SORRY THIS IS SO LONG BUT IT IS WORTH IT TRUST ME

ok so like… once eddie gets over richie’s inhaler tattoo (jk he never really gets over it) he kinda starts getting curious when will richie get more

randomly during breakfast when richie slept over;

“so… when are u gonna get another one”

“idk, why”

“JUST WONDERING”

(not gonna let richie know how much he likes the idea bc again richie would get too excited and tattoo every inch of his skin)

but one day that day finally comes

“guess what eds”

“what”

“i got a new tattoo”

eddie’s tummy flips bc he has bEeN WAItiNG for this

“SHOW IT TO ME”

“whoa r u seriously that excited???”

moment of awkward silence until eddie clears his throat

“uh. no. just show it to me”

“ok”

this time it’s an old-skool pizza tattoo that says in crust we trust and it’s right next to eddie’s inhaler

eddie smiles bc its so cute and so richie

and well he says it’s cute and richie again has the biggest smile bc he likes the fact his bf is supportive™ of his tattoos

so he’s gonna get more and more tattoos and every time he gets a new one he’s gonna go over at eddie’s immediately to show them and eddie is getting really bad at hiding his excitement over the tattoos

so one day richie is like

“im getting a new tat today”

eddie inside: 😳😳😍😍💯💞💖👏🏽💗💯

eddie outside: nice great okay cool wow well that sure is NICE

*nervous sweating dont show him that u are emotionally (maybe even physically) bonering at this*

 richie smirks bc at this point he already knows eddie loves them

“do u wanna come with”

the answer kinda just rolls off eddie’s tongue almost desperatively like he’s been waiting for richie to ask that forever

“yES”

so hand in hand they walk to the tattoo shop that is colored black and red and there are tattoo and band posters framed on the walls and rock music is playing and then richie nods at the tattooer who’s a v pretty girl with one sleeve tattooed and also there’s a huge tattoo on her thigh (she’s wearing a pair of shorts) and immediately eddie is kinda threatened bc he knows richie is bi and this girl looks very cool and WOw eddie just really feels like he shouldnt be here 

then richie lets go of eddie’s hand as he goes over to the tattoo girl

“sup leah im here again”

“you’re basically a regular richie”

they laugh together and eddie gets JEALOUS™ as he glares from the corner of the shop and he’s wondering if they’ve flirted every time richie was here

“i took my boyfriend with me” richie then says and eddie’s not that mad anymore bc that’s right u better tell that girl IM dating you

“oh wow this is the famous eddie????”

“the famous??” eddie questions

“r u serious you’re the ONLY thing this kid ever talks about. wow i can’t wait to show this one to eddie ,,, so im gonna take this tattooed in orange bc eddie likes orange”

eddie swoons bc he can’t believe he mentally accused richie of flirting with this girl when this is what he’s been talking with her

richie blushes ???? and he’s like “OooooKKKkaYYYY how about we get to work now”

so leah has drawn the tattoo already and richie goes lay in the leather chair,,, and leah presses the image to his skin and this time???? its at the crook of his neck??? eddie is very excited at this

he’s sitting on top of a desk ((with his feet hanging in the air bc he’s short)) next to the chair richie is in and is looking at everything very curiously bc he has no idea how tattoos work 

then leah starts tattooing and eddie looks at richie and how he winces a little every time the needle hits a nerve and he squeezes his eyes shut

eddie is not sure if he feels bad bc richie is hurting,,,,

or if he’s turned on bc richie can take that much pain and he looks like sUCH A BADASS

then he does a little sharp inhale through his teeth when the needle hits a nerve real bad

answer to eddie’s wonders; he’s turned on

richie opens one of his eyes and catches eddie staring at him, and a lazy smirk comes to his lips before he winks at eddie

kaspbrak almost passes out

halfway thru the tattoo another tattooer walks in to the shop ,,, he’s an older man with sO MANY tattoos and he has a grey beard and a leather vest and he looks like he’s part of hell’s angels

he looks straight at eddie who gets SO awkward and barely dares to breath because this man could probably eat eddie for breakfast 

but then the man smiles wide

“HI THERE!!!” he says and eddie lets out such a relieved laugh

“hello” he says and richie smiles to himself because his boyfriend is the cutest 

the tattoo is finally done,,, and it’s an old-skool wolf

“what do u think” richie asks once it’s done

“u r very good at ur job” eddie basically breathes out at leah who smiles wide

then richie pays and they walk out,, hand in hand again because they’re always walking hand in hand. its obvious for both of them that they r gonna hold hands when they r walking in public. i will fight you on this

“why a wolf tho??” eddie asks

“bc im a wolf.”

eddie looks up at him with a quirked brow

“…ur a wolf?”

richie just looks straight ahead

“yeah. misunderstood ,, wild ,, obviously im very beautiful …. and im strong enough to walk alone but value pack more than anything”

eddie is gaping at his boyfriend because ???? that was not the answer he was waiting for and that is so dEEP and eds is just very taken aback

richie notices he’s quiet and glances down at him

“what”

“honestly i just thought u were gonna say that you’re like. the alpha male or something”

“well that too”

richie flashes a flirty smirk at eddie with his upper teeth showing out and eddie can literally just like feel his heart go 💘💘💘💘

his gaze slides down to the tattoo that is peeking out from underneath richie’s oversized jean jacket that btw has patches on it. there’s definitely a misfits one and a metallica one

“honestly??? that is so fucking cool” eddie compliments the tattoo

“thanks babe”

eddie’s legs are just gonna go noodle at everything richie says and does that day bc he is overwhelmed @ richie and the sight of him in the tattoo chair is burned to his retinas forever now

“so…. which one did u purposely make orange” eddie asks with a teasing smirk 

richie blushes again

“wow jeez haha idk do you wanna like ,,, catch food or something im starVING” 

tozier is so embarrassed and doesnt wanna talk about it bc he doesnt want eddie to know what a softie he really is. but eddie knows. dont try to act tough richie

eddie just smiles wide again

because richie is the cutest

“sure” he just says

and pecks richie’s cheek

and richie blushes AGAIN

then he quickly says

“the heart”

“huh???”

“the heart. that is tattooed on my chest. it’s orange”

…..

….

“oh mY GoSH EDDIE WHY DID U FALL TO THE GROUND R U OKAY”

eddie for real passed out

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