#Yes even Jack Fireplace

[iiyarada]

There is a Vocaloid song that fits every Kazeki character, and if there is not one, then I will make one

[sugar-and-pearls]

Familial FOS PERSONALITY TYPES AND HOW THEY INTERACT WITH MINE

(I'm not going to lie, this will be MUCH longer than my previous ones)

INFP X INFP

INFPs will typically have a weird “mind-reading” connection with other INFPs. That said, these types are so individualistic that if they have opposing values their connection can be like a bomb about to explode. When INFPs have friendships with other like-minded INFPs they tend to feel heard, seen, and inspired. Together they can explore each other’s imaginative inner worlds, fight for similar causes, and listen to each other without fear of external pressures and rules.

INFP X ESFJ

Warmth and passion are often at the heart of this friendship or relationship. ESFJ/INFP partnerships can be tumultuous or deeply rewarding depending on how willing both types are to understand and respect each other. ESFJs often appreciate the quiet tenderness of INFPs. INFPs can help them to tap into a deeper, truer sense of who they are and what they value. In contrast, ESFJs can provide INFPs with a friendly, down-to-earth haven with which to be themselves and share their ideas.

INFP X ESFP

These two types tend to click because they have a shared passion for authenticity and adventure. ESFPs can help break INFPs out of their shell and introduce them to a variety of exciting experiences. Their enthusiasm and fun-loving nature is often endearing to INFPs. In turn, INFPs can help ESFPs to tap into their emotions more fully and experience life with more depth and imagination. These types tend to bounce ideas and possibilities off each other well, with the ESFP wanting to immediately take action on ideas and the INFP going along for the ride and frequently enjoying the thrill!

INFP X ESTJ

ESTJs and INFPs tend to have fiery interactions – sometimes in a good way, sometimes in a bad way. They are opposites in many ways while still sharing the same cognitive functions. ESTJs are often drawn to the quiet sensitivity and creativity of INFPs while INFPs are drawn to the pragmatic, logical nature of ESTJs. If both types can be patient with each other’s differences there is a lot of opportunity in this friendship or partnership for personal growth and broader perspectives.

INFP X ISFP

ISFPs and INFPs tend to have a really strong and powerful connection almost immediately. They both are dominant introverted feeling types, so they naturally give each other space to be themselves. They are both idealistic and visionary, with ISFPs having a more down-to-earth, pragmatic bent while INFPs are more focused on imagination and conceptualization. Together they can broaden each other’s worlds and help each other to have more open-minded, balanced perspectives.

INFP X INFJ

INFJs and INFPs share a mutual love of meaningful, deep conversation. These types tend to thrive as friends when they give each other space to be their authentic selves. While they share none of the same cognitive functions, because they share three preferences (Introversion, Intuition, Feeling) they tend to respect each other’s individual needs, empathize readily, and connect over ideas and possibilities.

INFP x INTJ

While these types might seem like opposites at first glance, they actually have quite a bit in common. They both look inward to their values and outwards to efficacy when they make decisions. They are both introverts and intuitives. They enjoy exploring ideas, theories, and possibilities together. They also respect each other’s personal values and autonomy.

INFP X ESTP

ESTJs and INFPs tend to have fiery interactions – sometimes in a good way, sometimes in a bad way. They are opposites in many ways while still sharing the same cognitive functions. ESTJs are often drawn to the quiet sensitivity and creativity of INFPs while INFPs are drawn to the pragmatic, logical nature of ESTJs. If both types can be patient with each other’s differences there is a lot of opportunity in this friendship or partnership for personal growth and broader perspectives.

INFP X INTP 

INTPs and INFPs have a shared love of freedom, exploration, and autonomy. INTPs prefer thinking over feeling so they may come across as overly blunt to INFPs, and INFPs may come across as overly-sensitive to INTPs. However, once they get to understand each other there’s usually a very strong bond and mutual appreciation. Both respect each other’s space to feel and think what they want and both have a creative energy that is inspiring to the other.

INFP X ISFJ 

ISFJs and INFPs create a bubble of warmth and empathy for each other. These types usually click very quickly. They share a mutual sense of empathy, warmth, and gentleness. At the same time, ISFJs bring a more grounded presence to the relationship while INFPs help to clarify values, bring ISFJs into their pure identity, and give a spark of imagination. These types share two cognitive functions: Extraverted Intuition and Introverted Sensation. Because of this, while they have some differences, there is still a mutual sense of comfort here.

INFP X ENTJ

ENTJs and INFPs are very different at first glance, but these two types can really help each other grow. INFPs are often inspired by the big-picture, strategic, action-oriented nature of the ENTJ. ENTJs in turn find the warmth, authenticity, and imagination of the INFP intriguing. They can both help each other in contrasting ways. ENTJs can help INFPs bring their ideas to life and tap into their thinking side. They can also help them refine their ideas and create strategies for their realization. INFPs, in turn, can help ENTJs delve into their deeper feelings and values. They can also help them to see innovative alternatives and possibilities so they don’t get stuck in tunnel vision.

INFP X ENTP

ENTPs and INFPs share a mutual love of exploration, imagination, and creativity. While these types can have some friction due to their differing judging processes (ENTPs are auxiliary thinkers and INFPs are dominant feelers), these same differences can help them grow as individuals. This friendship or relationship pairing may be a little fiery and argumentative at times, but if both types can work at understanding each other’s type preferences it can also be one of growth and refinement.

[hotchshands]

for my cocktober request is that Hotch has a breeding kink with fem/afab!reader please 🥺🥺

Thanks for the request! Since it's cocktober, I decided to make this vamp!hotch simply because I can. Enjoy!

Note: This is extremely NSFW! You have been warned! Oh, and you can find all kinktober/cocktober requests here.

The cracking of the fireplace and the rain outside the castle are the only things you hear as you curl up next to Aaron on the sofa. You were reading a book as he stroked your hair, lost in thought.

"We should have a baby," Aaron says, breaking the silence.

You close your book and look up at him, "A baby?" You're not sure where he got the idea from and why now. After losing Jack all those years ago, you figured he would never want another child. Could we even have a child? Aaron had Jack back when he was a human, but he had been a vampire for the last hundred years.

He meets your gaze and continues stroking your hair, "Yes, my love. A baby."

"Is that even possible?" I ask, pointing out that he was a vampire and I a human.

Aaron seemed unfazed by the question, slightly chuckling, "You think I'm going to let that stop me? Stop us?" His eyes darkened as he stared into yours, looking for the green light. You didn't give it to him, and you were too concerned with the mechanics of the matter. Would our baby be a vampire? Would I survive giving birth to one?

Aaron noticed your concern and kissed your head. "Y/N, I would never let anything hurt you, much less suggest hurting you. I love you, and I want us to have a family. I'm ready now."

You curl further into his body, knowing that you are loved by him. If you were being honest with yourself, a baby sounded nice. You always wanted a family with Aaron, but you never thought it was possible. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try? You drew circles on his chest as you spoke, "Okay."

"Okay?" he asks, hoping he heard you correctly.

"Okay," you say, looking up at him. With that, Aaron pulls you into a kiss, washing away all your worries. He always had the power to put you at ease with just a kiss.

He moved so that he was above your small frame, never breaking the kiss. The rain continued to pour outside, putting you further at ease as you let Aaron worship you. He was quick to remove your nightgown, leaving you bare underneath him. "You are breathtaking, my love," he whispers against your lips. You smile into his mouth as you run your hands down his back before pulling at the fabric of his shirt. He pulled away to remove it upon your request. His now bare chest glistened in the light of the fireplace.

You trace every inch of exposed skin as if it were your first time seeing him like this. He looked heavenly despite being a monster—To you, it didn't matter that he was a vampire because you loved him, and he loved you. The two of you continued to kiss on the sofa, the fireplace warming your bare bodies.

It didn't take long til Aaron moved his lips down every inch of exposed skin. Starting with your neck, leaving a few marks in all your favorite places. Then, down your chest, kissing each breast while holding your hips in place, ensuring you don't squirm away from his mouth.

Your back arched the further he went. When he reached your center, you were already wet. He lapped at you with his tongue, causing you to moan out his name, "Aaron." In response, he smiled into your core, inserting his tongue inside you. Your body felt like it was burning up from his touch, but he had no intentions of letting you cool down.

He continued to eat you out, tightening his grip on your hips as he did. Your back arched further into his touch, and your hands moved to grab onto his hair, which felt soft and gentle compared to the rough movements of Aaron's tongue.

Aaron pulled away from your aching vagina for a minute to admire how hot and bothered you were by his touch, "You're practically begging for me already, love. You're that desperate for a baby?"

You looked into his dark brown eyes. They were almost black in the glow of the dark castle. "Yes," you said. All your previous doubts now washed away thanks to his tongue.

"You'll get what you wish for shortly, my love. Be patient for me, darling," Aaron said before returning his mouth to your wetness. He circled his tongue around all of you, soaking up your juices and pushing them back inside. His left-hand moves down your thigh, spreading your legs apart so he has a clear view of your pussy.

That exact hand inches closer to meet Aaron's mouth at your core. His fingers trace the inside of your thigh before tracing your labia. Those dark eyes never leave yours as he inserts a finger inside, testing the waters. His finger goes in with ease.

Aaron gives your hole a kiss before leaving it to kiss your clit. His finger remains inside you, moving about in ways that almost make you cum from just the single digit. Aaron notices this, of course, and attempts to insert a second finger inside. You wince at the stretch.

"Just relax, Y/N. That's it, good girl," Aaron said, as his fingers filled you up. His lips never leave your clit as he thrusts his fingers into your tight hole. You moan loudly, drowning out the silence of the vampire's castle. Your hands hold Aaron's hair like a vice as he continues his work on your throbbing core.

As soon as you are about to orgasm, Aaron pulls away, removing his fingers and mouth from you. You whine at the emptiness, causing Aaron to tsk. "What did I say about patience, my love? I was just starting, but I guess we can stop here," Aaron said.

You panic at his words, using his pants to pull him closer to your body. "No, please don't stop. I wanna have your baby. Please! Give me a baby," you beg.

Aaron crashed his lips onto yours, making quick work of his pants as he devoured your mouth. Once he was nude, he pulled away from your lips, taking a moment to catch his breath. You opened your eyes once he moved away and observed the lower half of his body. His cock stood proudly on display, ready to give you what you both desperately craved.

You reached out your hands to touch him, resting them on his hips before getting the courage to feel his cock. Aaron was too busy trying to catch his breath, not noticing your hands until he felt them on his hard length. His eyes widened, and a smirk appeared on his face, "You're that desperate for it, huh? Couldn't just wait like a nice girl."

You shake your head innocently despite how not innocently you were toying with him. Aaron moaned when you cupped his balls. You leaned in forward to kiss the tip of his cock before opening your mouth around it, coating him in your salvia. He grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked you away from his length, "You continue that, and I'm gonna empty myself on your face. We wouldn't want that now, do we? No, not when we're trying to make a baby."

Aaron didn't wait for a response. He pushed you down on the sofa and forcefully spread his legs before deciding the couch was not nearly big enough for what he wanted to do to you. "Get up," he demanded.

You exited the couch and stood next to it, fully exposed.

Aaron grabbed the blanket hanging on the back of the sofa and laid it in front of the fireplace. "Lay down and spread your legs for me," he said, waiting for you to follow his instructions. You did just that, eager to make his wish of a child come true. He looked you over before placing himself in between your legs.

Aaron grabbed his cock and lined it up to your hole, not bothering to look at you as he did. He was entirely forced on the task at hand. Once it was lined up, he began to insert it inside you. His hand left his length to hold your legs apart, making the insertion easier. Inch by inch, you felt like you were gonna explode. The girth made it hurt a little, but you were too horny to care, allowing his entire length inside.

Once he was fully in, Aaron began thrusting into you hard. You screamed in pleasure as he did. His cock was the perfect length for you, reaching all the right places to get you off.

"That's it, my love. I'm gonna make to beg for my cum," Aaron teased, moving his hand to pin yours down on the floor.

The fireplace and the rain roared violently as Aaron fucked you.

You started to close your eyes, but Aaron wouldn't let you. "Uh uh uh, I don't think so, darling. Look at me," he growled, forcing your head forward with his hand.

With a particular rough trust, he bites down on your neck. "God, I can't wait to see what you'll look like carrying my baby. Gonna look so beautiful, love," he spoke through his teeth against your neck.

You and Aaron moaned out over the lewd sounds of your parts coming together. He continued to bite down on your neck, leaving bruises and tiny trails of blood.

"Are you ready to become a mother, my love?" Aaron asked, looking into your eyes. The two of you were close.

You nod aggressively, "Yes. Please, Aaron, fill me up with your cum."

He growled at that, sinking his teeth into your neck as he finished inside you. He digs his nails into your hips, locking you flush against his body as he does. You finish with him, letting out a terrifyingly loud scream as you do. Blood rushes down your neck from his bite and throughout your body as you orgasm.

Aaron removes his teeth from your neck, licking up the blood before admiring his handy work. "God, you have never looked better, my love," he said, smoothing your hair.

His eyes move down to when you two are connected. He notices some of his cum has escaped your hole, "We don't want this to go to waste, do we?" he smiles.

Aaron slides his cock out and collects whatever cum escaped your hole before pushing it back inside with his cock. "There. Much better," he said, holding your body dangerously close to his. You let out a sigh of relief at the reentrance of his cock, wanting to stay linked together forever, or at least until one of you gets sore.

Your head spins as you come down from your high. Aaron is aware of the effect a vampire bite has on humans, so he holds you close in hopes of calming you down. It wasn't the first time he had bitten you, and it won't be the last, but it was the first time it felt that intense. The two of you stayed on the floor before the fireplace, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms.

Taglist: @princessjax @chicken-fifi @zaddyhotch @lovelyy-moonlight @uselessnewt @snapessecretdiary @spencerreidsshoelaces @targaryenswhxre

[nthspecialll]

Something that rips me apart while being in camp is seeing Abigail and how little she interacts with the others. Most of the characters have interactions or encounters with other characters where they tell their story, fool around or just socialize. It is every day chit chatter, but not Abigail. Abigail's few only encounters are shouting at the campfire that being a mother sucks, talking to John about their child, Susan telling her to take up sex work or Micah trynna hit on her.

She has events, but none of them are as light hearted as Mary-Beth and Karen discussing a romantic curse, Bill praising Javier to the heavens to Sean because of a Job, a bigger group singing songs or Hosea giving advice.

Even in the two events she has with other girls that are nice, she is being a provider, she is being a mother, not to Jack but to the girls as she comforts them.

A lot of the times she will also sit on her own by the tent next to Jack, whereas a lot of the others will be sitting by the fireplace, even if they aren't talking, they are socializing.

She is similar to the gang, yet so different because she is a mother. Yes she is a theif like Mary-Beth, but she is also a mom. Yes, she is an attractive catch like Karen, but she is also a mom. There is a rift there that none of the other characters can relate to and because of that she gets isolated even if it isn't intentionally.

It really breaks my heart to see, often times she also sounds so damn tired when you speak to her or when you hear her muttering "what would I do without you?" to Jack.

Another thing that makes it worse is the fact she has zero support, there is no one there for her. There is a chance of her coming up to ask Arthur for five dollars because she needs to clothe her child yet John won't help. She carries a completely different burden and worry from the others, that they would not relate to. The only one who can is Arthur, because he too has had a child.

Arthur does help whereever he can, taking the role of John the best he can because he is a provider, but it is still quite clear there is a line that the two of them don't cross. Both of them know that John is meant to care for Abigail because he got her pregnant and it is his responsibility, and especially in this time period there really is this idea of "he is meant to help, so he will," the problem is though that John doesn't help, so Abigail is left on her own. Arthur only steps in in the worst times when she truely is at rock bottom.

[estapa-edwards]

SCARED - J. HUGHES

paring: Jack Hughes x fem! reader

word count: 1.8k

requested? yes - jack being in love with quinn’s long time best friend like everyone knows but her. and he’s never tried to confess because he doesn’t think she likes him and didn’t want to mess up the friendship with quinn.

warnings: use of y/n.

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Jack sat across the room, stealing glances at Y/N as she laughed at something Quinn said. He couldn't help but admire the way her eyes sparkled with joy, the way her smile illuminated the room. She had been Quinn's best friend for years, and Jack had been drawn to her from the moment they met.

But he kept his feelings buried deep, hidden beneath the guise of friendship. He didn't dare confess his love for Y/N, fearing it would complicate things between him and Quinn. Their friendship was precious to him, and he couldn't bear the thought of jeopardizing it.

During the weekend getaway at the Michigan house, Jack found himself captivated by every moment spent in Y/N's presence. From the first evening when she arrived, her laughter echoed through the halls, drawing everyone closer like moths to a flame.

The first meal together was a casual affair, filled with chatter and laughter. Jack found himself sitting across from Y/N, stealing glances whenever he thought she wasn't looking. Her smile was infectious, lighting up the room and warming Jack's heart in a way he hadn't experienced before.

As the weekend unfolded, Jack and Y/N found themselves naturally gravitating towards each other. They took leisurely walks by the lake, the gentle lapping of the water providing a soothing backdrop to their conversations. With each step, Jack felt himself falling deeper under Y/N's spell, her easygoing nature putting him at ease.

Late-night conversations became the highlight of Jack's day. Whether they were huddled around the fireplace or sitting out on the porch under a blanket of stars, Jack found himself opening up to Y/N in ways he never had before. They shared stories, dreams, and secrets, forming a bond that felt as natural as breathing.

"So, tell me about your favorite childhood memory," Y/N prompted, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Jack chuckled, memories flooding back. "Well, there was this one time when I was seven, and I decided to build a fort in the backyard. I spent the whole day gathering sticks and blankets, and when I was finally done, it was the best fort in the whole neighborhood."

Y/N's laughter filled the room, music to Jack's ears. "That sounds amazing! I wish I could have seen it."

They talked long into the night, sharing childhood anecdotes, dreams for the future, and everything in between. With each passing moment, Jack felt himself opening up to Y/N in ways he never had before, a sense of ease settling over him like a warm embrace.

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On another night, they sat out on the porch under a blanket of stars, the gentle rustle of the wind the only sound breaking the stillness of the night. The sky above was a canvas painted with a thousand twinkling lights, a sight that never failed to awe Jack.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Y/N whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Jack nodded, his gaze fixed on the heavens above. "It's breathtaking. Makes you realize how small we are in the grand scheme of things."

Y/N leaned closer, her presence comforting in the quiet of the night. "But it also reminds us of the beauty in simplicity, the moments that take our breath away."

As the weeks passed by, Jack and Y/N found themselves constantly staying in touch, their messages and calls becoming a regular part of their daily routine. They laughed at each other's jokes, shared the mundane details of their days, and offered support and encouragement whenever it was needed.

Despite the undeniable connection between them, neither Jack nor Y/N dared to confess their feelings, not even to themselves. They danced around the truth, tiptoeing on the edge of something more, but always stopping short of taking the leap.

Yet, everyone around them seemed to sense the unspoken tension between Jack and Y/N. Quinn raised an eyebrow whenever Jack mentioned Y/N’s name, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Friends exchanged knowing glances whenever Jack and Y/N were in the same room, as if silently urging them to acknowledge the obvious.

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Jack sat on his bed, phone pressed to his ear, a smile playing on his lips as he listened to Y/N’s voice drift through the line.

Y/N: “…And then, can you believe it? I tripped over my own shoelaces in the middle of the street!”

Jack chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “Only you, Y/N. Only you could manage to turn something as simple as tying your shoelaces into a comedy routine.”

Y/N laughed, the sound like music to Jack’s ears. “Hey, you’ve gotta find humor in the little things, right?”

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, touching on everything from their favorite movies to their most embarrassing childhood memories. Jack found himself opening up to Y/N in ways he never had before, a sense of ease settling over him like a warm blanket.

Y/N: “So, what about you, Jack? Any exciting plans for the weekend?”

Jack hesitated for a moment, the truth lingering on the tip of his tongue. But instead, he opted for a nonchalant response. “Oh, you know, just the usual. Probably catch up on some reading and maybe hit the gym.”

Y/N: “Sounds like a blast,” she teased, her tone playful.

Just then, the sound of the door opening interrupted their conversation, and Jack’s heart skipped a beat.

Quinn: “Hey, Y/N, hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Y/N’s voice brightened. “Not at all, Quinn. Just catching up with Jack.”

Jack’s mind raced as he tried to mask the sudden nervousness that washed over him. He knew Quinn had a knack for picking up on things, and the last thing he wanted was for her to suspect anything between him and Y/N.

Jack: “Hey, Quinn. How’s it going?”

Quinn: “Can’t complain. Just thought I’d drop by and say hi. Didn’t mean to interrupt your phone call.”

Y/N: “No worries, Quinn. It’s always good to hear from you.”

As Quinn joined them in the conversation, Jack couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. He knew that his feelings for Y/N were still safely tucked away, hidden beneath the guise of friendship. But as he glanced at Y/N’s name flashing on his phone screen, he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was something more waiting to be discovered between them.

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The arena buzzed with excitement as the Devils faced off against the Canucks in a highly anticipated match-up. Jack, clad in his Devils jersey, skated onto the ice with determination, his eyes focused on the puck as he prepared for the game ahead. Beside him, Quinn, sporting the Canucks colors, exchanged a competitive grin, ready to give it their all.

As the game progressed, the tension on the ice was palpable. Jack and Quinn clashed repeatedly, each vying for control of the puck and striving to outmaneuver the other. The crowd roared with every shot, every save, caught up in the intensity of the match.

But amidst the flurry of action, Jack's attention was drawn to the stands, where a familiar figure caught his eye. There, in the sea of cheering fans, stood Y/N, her face illuminated by a bright smile as she waved enthusiastically.

Jack's heart skipped a beat as he watched Y/N, his gaze lingering on her figure. She wore a unique jersey, half Devils red and half Canucks blue, a playful nod to the rivalry between the two teams. Jack couldn't help but grin at the sight, feeling a surge of affection for Y/N wash over him.

Quinn noticed Jack's distraction and followed his gaze, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as she caught sight of Y/N in the stands. He nudged Jack playfully, a knowing glint in his eye.

Quinn: "Looks like someone's got a fan in the stands."

Jack's cheeks flushed slightly as he tore his gaze away from Y/N, focusing back on the game at hand.

Jack: "Yeah, she's... supportive."

Quinn chuckled, his competitive spirit undiminished as he refocused his attention on the game. But Jack couldn't shake the image of Y/N from his mind, her presence in the stands serving as a reminder of the deeper feelings he harbored for her.

As the game wore on, Jack's determination only grew stronger. With Y/N's unwavering support fueling him, he pushed himself harder, skating faster, and shooting with precision. And when the final buzzer sounded, signaling the Devils' victory, Jack couldn't help but feel a swell of pride, knowing that Y/N had been there to witness his triumph.

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After weeks of dancing around their feelings, Jack and Y/N found themselves at a crossroads. The tension between them had reached a breaking point, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air whenever they were together. And one fateful evening, as they sat on the porch under a blanket of stars, the weight of their emotions became too much to bear.

The silence between them was deafening, the only sound the soft rustle of the wind as it swept through the trees. Jack's heart raced in his chest as he stole a glance at Y/N, her profile illuminated by the moonlight.

Jack: "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you."

Y/N turned to him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of what was to come. "What is it, Jack?"

Jack took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he prepared to lay bare his heart and soul. "I... I've been holding back for so long, afraid of ruining our friendship, but I can't keep it in any longer. I'm in love with you, Y/N. I have been for as long as I can remember."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as she processed Jack's words. She had suspected, had felt the same longing in her own heart, but hearing Jack confess his feelings aloud sent a shiver down her spine.

Y/N: "Jack, I... I don't know what to say."

Jack's heart sank at the uncertainty in Y/N's voice, fearing he had made a mistake in laying his feelings bare. But before he could utter another word, Y/N reached out and took his hand in hers, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him.

Y/N: "I've been holding back too, Jack. Afraid of losing our friendship, of what might happen if I admitted how I feel. But the truth is, I'm in love with you too."

Jack's eyes widened in disbelief, his heart soaring with a joy he had never known. In that moment, everything else faded away—their fears, their doubts, their uncertainties—leaving only the two of them, bathed in the glow of the moonlight and the warmth of their newfound love.

And as they leaned in to share their first kiss, Jack knew that some risks were worth taking, especially when it came to matters of the heart. For in Y/N's arms, he had found everything he had ever been searching for, and more.

[temiizpalace]

☆┆ITS BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS..

SUMMARY: it was time to set up for the holidays! what’s some of his favorite traditions to do with you?

CHARACTERS: all dorms (+ grim)

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: none

ROMANTIC HEADCANONS┆(GRIM & ORTHO ARE PLATONIC.)

reader gender is not mentioned, reader is yuu

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

decorating the tree

he likes decorating the tree with you. hanging up the shiny ornaments, covering the tree in the colorful lights, and hanging up the star at the end. at first, he thought decorating some pine tree was silly and unnecessary. but now, he sees the appeal. and he loves it. he asked you if you wanted to decorate another. which is why you both were outside in the snow, decorating the dead trees in front of ramshackle. you’re freezing your ass off, and he’s having the time of his life. hooray.

cater, jack, jade, vil, silver

gingerbread men + houses

the two of you stood in the kitchen, baking enough gingerbread men to make an army. while you two decorated the gingerbread men, he took some frosting and put it on your cheek. he laughs while you get him back, putting frosting on his nose. this puts a temporary pause in the decorating, and becomes an all out frosting war. nobody comes out unscathed. after awhile, you two began to make gingerbread houses. there wasn’t much frosting left, so both of your houses were falling apart. great job guys.

ace, trey, ruggie, floyd, jamil, lilia

wrapping presents

you two sat in the middle of ramshackle, wrapping presents side by side. wrapping paper, tape dispensers, and ribbons were everywhere. scattered across the already messy floor. even if your gift wrapping is really bad, he’s still going to compliment you. telling you he’s not the best even if it’s absolutely perfect. at first he wanted to bring the gift he got for you and wrap it right in front of you, just to show off how well he knows you. i know, i know, he’s impatient. but he made sure it looked FLAWLESS just for you 🫶🫶

riddle, deuce, azul, jade, jamil, sebek

all. all of the above

he’s ready. he’s going to make sure this christmas is is the holliest jolliest one you’ve ever had. oh, it’s not? then he’s pulling out the big guns. christmas inflatables!!1!1!!1!1

grim, rook, epel, ortho, malleus

chilling by the fireplace

christmas traditions are great and all, but he’d rather relax. and you both do just that. laying on the couch in ramshackle, surprised that the fireplace hasn’t burnt down your dorm yet. despite the shock, it really was quite relaxing. of course he wasn’t going to be a grinch and NOT do christmas traditions with you, but just stay here with him for a second. you can decorate your tree and cookies and stuff later. it’ll be you, him, and the fire for the next 30 minutes.

leona

christmas event

christmas traditions??? in a minute, he’s on the grind. he NEEDS this christmas skin and now. listen, he loves you. he truly does. but your normie activities can wait, right? this is a limited skin. these things can’t earn themselves. as soon as december 26th hits, it’s bye bye for that event. til he gets his event items, he’s not moving from his room.

idia

BONUS : MISTLETOE

you were just finished cleaning up after the activity you both did together, when he suddenly calls you over. he’s standing by the doorway, looking right at you. just by that, you could tell why he wants you over. with a smile, you walk over to him, trying to act oblivious to his intentions.

“remember when you said when two people meet under the mistletoe, they kiss?” he asks, a playful smirk on his face. you pretend to think about it before looking back at him. “hmm.. yes. why?”

he points up to the mistletoe hanging above both of your figures. without a second to spare, he crashes his lips onto yours.

the lighting in the room created a warm and light glow, capturing the both of you in an ambient setting. the temperature was still incredibly low inside of ramshackle, but allow his body warmth to keep you from freezing.

riddle, ace, deuce, trey, cater, leona, ruggie, jack, azul, jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, vil, epel, rook, idia, malleus, silver, sebek, lilia

A/N: ngl I think this is my worst work yet

but anyways, merry christmas to those who celebrate! wishing you lots of luck for the new year as well.

date written: 12/25/23

© temiizpalce — don’t steal or copy my work!

[deuce-t-agere]

How would baby Logan celebrate Halloween? Do you have any HC's for what little Logan would do in Halloween?

Ooh! I gots head canons alright

(And some doodles)

Baby Logan wouldn't really get trick r treating. Free candy? Yes please! But having to talk to strangers to get it? No thank you, he will just beg someone to buy him some.

Since most people probably wouldn't take too kindly to him (a physical adult) or some of the others in the mansion (also adults and/or visible mutants) trick r treating they do their own around the mansion and he likes that much better.

He was very ready to just wear his suit when he was told he needed to wear a costume bc so many Halloween costumes are soooo itchy, and he doesn't like em, not one bit.

Ororo helped him make a deer costume that was really just him wearing a brown sweater with felt spots on the back and little ears (which he took off in the first five minutes bc he didn't like wearing the headband) He was vry excited to tell everyone that he was a deer, he's not Logan or a wolverine, he's a baby deer.

The X-Men all carved pumpkins together and that was his favorite! He just used his claws to stab it a bunch, his jack-o-lantern was a big mess but he was very proud of it.

He also greatly enjoyed eating all the pumpkin guts and seeds, but Remy and Rogue (who were also regressed at the time) kept getting mad at him because apparently they needed those to make pie and roasted pumpkin seeds, so Logan couldn’t eat everyone’s pumpkin innards.

Logan then tried to take a bite out of each of their pumpkins bc he was mad that they made him stop eating his little treat, Scott and Jean stopped him, but he tried.

Jean definitely planned a bunch of crafts for all the little ones, and Logan isn't into crafts much but he'll gladly follow along with just about anything Jean comes up with.

Big Logan enjoys watching all the scary movies everyone wants to watch, baby Logan would rather not, he doesn't like movies much, other than cuddling with Roro, and scary movies are even worse cause they're scary, he'll be taking a nap by the fireplace, thank you.

[linkemon]

Raining chocolates (Jack Frost x Reader)

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[ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴠɪᴇᴡꜱ ᴏɴ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴀʏ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇꜱ!

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

— Are they arguing again? — Tooth looked uncertainly towards the hall.

— Yes but at least the chocolate boxes are flying! — North caught the package mid-flight.

Satisfied, he tore the dark red, shiny paper. Inside he found a mixture of pralines. He was trying to decide which flavour he should choose when a snowball flew above his head. Unfazed, he decided to eat the entire package at once.

— Maybe we should separate them? — The fairy was nervously flying next to the fireplace.

— That's what I'm talking about! — The Bunny wiped the snow from his face.

Judging by the dirt on his paws, he had just jumped out of the tunnel. He didn't like the welcome snowball straight to the forehead.

— I do not see a problem. — Santa continued to eat the best nut chocolates.

He was interrupted by a loud bang.

He rushed towards the argument. The corridor looked like a battlefield. The entire batch of robots was lying on the floor. Dolls and blocks followed suit. The production machine turned off. There were screws and wires sticking out of it. The paint poured straight onto the carpet, dyeing it rainbow colors. Yeti, in charge of production, was sitting in the corner. He covered his head with one paw and stuffed chocolate hearts with the other. Two Guardians stood in the colourful chaos.

— Valentine's Day should be joyful! — Jack Frost was making a new snowball in his hands.

— Get on with your job! — [Reader] deftly dodged the throw.

— North, good to have you here! Tell her. Love is a beautiful, joyful feeling, isn't it? So the holiday should be like that too! — he said as if it were the most obvious truth.

— You know nothing! Who is the Spirit of Valentine's Day here? You or me?

The girl took out her bow. In a second, she reached for an arrow from the pink quiver. She was already drawing the string when a loud voice interrupted her:

— Enough of this! I don't care who started it — North added as the two prepared to explain. — You'll clean it all up. Every single toy, got it?

***

— You know what she once told me? — North put his arm around Jack. — That love is ten percent joy and ninety percent suffering. Do not interrupt me. — He glared as he saw the guard open his mouth. — She has good reason to think so. I don't agree with her but I don't question her work and neither should you.

They had already passed the main hall and three floors and the boy was beginning to wonder where they were going. It took him a while to understand the purpose of the strangely long trip.

North grabbed him by the hood and then unceremoniously pushed him over the threshold of the room. When the boy heard the lock click, he knew something was up.

— But it's a bit inhumane. — He heard Toothiana's voice from behind the door.

— They didn't act like humans when they demolished the quarters! And now they will sit there until they make up!

The winter spirit yanked on the doorknob. Unsuccessfully.

He turned around and saw what he feared most. [Reader] was sitting on the couch. She was slowly realizing the situation they were in. A closed room without windows made escape impossible. If they want to leave, they have to come to an agreement.

He walked over to the sofa and sat down on the opposite end from his companion. He stared stubbornly at the fireplace. Orange flames licked the pieces of wood. They produced unbearable heat. The winter spirit didn't like it. He would much rather have the fire extinguished but he had no intention of moving. [Reader] was getting cold quickly. Why did he even care? He convinced himself that it would escalate the argument and left it at that. Because there's no way he would care about her...

Out of boredom, he started counting the seconds. He wanted to estimate the time he would spend in the room. However, he quickly gave up. Instead, he pulled the nearest pillow, placed it under his head, and decided to take a nap.

— Did he bring you here too, saying he wanted to talk? — The spirit of Valentine's Day couldn't stand the silence.

— Yeah — he muttered.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl shift uncomfortably.

— So maybe we can pretend we've made up and just leave here, huh?

The boy turned his head towards her. He hadn't expected it but the idea was tempting.

— I'm in. — He smiled mischievously.

He was already getting up from the couch when the plan backfired.

— I heard everything, you cheaters. You two should really get along! — Santa shouted from behind the door. — I'll know if you lied to me!

There was a slight threat in his tone.

— North, you weren't supposed to eavesdrop! — Toothiana's loud voice joined the conversation. — Don't disturb mind him, little ones! — she added sweetly.

For a moment, a scuffle could be heard. Then the sounds gradually faded away. Apparently they're gone.

Resigned, the boy sat back down between the soft pillows. Now the idea of using tricks stopped running through his mind. First of all, it would be suspicious. Secondly, although he didn't want to admit it, he was a little afraid of the Guardian of Christmas. His pleasant exterior concealed a weird man.

He decided to look at the room. Unfortunetely, it was empty. The brown boards were starting to get old. The wallpaper with a motif of red and green baubles was eye-catching. The thick, heavy curtains showed traces of dust. Frost preferred not to know the last time someone decided to swipe it out. Seeing the gray layer on the mantelpiece, he felt the urge to clean the room. Unfortunately, even if he wanted to kill time this way, he had no way to do it. The yeti probably took out the rest of the furniture. As always. Why were they doing this? Nobody knew that. When asked about this, the creatures grunted in their own language and continued doing their thing. For this reason, rearrangements in the quarters were frequent. Sometimes even the owner of the bed woke up in a different place than where he fell asleep.

Unfortunately, the tour did not kill the boredom. It was too short.

Jack sat behind the couch and started playing with his staff. He conjured two snow hares. He bet on who would reach the finish line first. He set his end point at the other end of the room. Later he started changing animal species. He wasn't having the best time but he couldn't think of anything else.

— Can you make buildings too? — [Reader]'s voice came from above.

She leaned out from the couch, looking at the frosty creations jumping, running, crawling, and swimming across the floor.

— Yes, of course. Any special requests? — He turned around.

It was a reflex. The Guardian of Fun did not refuse to give joy to others. Especially when it was within his capabilities. Only after a while did it occur to him that they were still quarreling, so maybe he shouldn't break away so eagerly.

— Could you make a hut?

Frost's first instinct was to create his family home but he suspected that wasn't the point.

— A little more sloping roof — added the girl — and an orchard on the left.”

The boy listened attentively, following the instructions. Soon, a snow model was created. The house was surrounded by a fence. Little cows and pigs were grazing nearby. They were also accompanied by a troop of hens led by a rooster. The Spirit of Winter had a slight problem with the flowers. He didn't know much and suspected that the garden turned out hopelessly. But he had trees in his little finger. Probably because he often jumped on them, playing with the wind.

— I guess that's all.

He didn't even notice when the Guardian of Love took a seat next to him on the hard boards. She stared as if enchanted at the image stretching before her. The smile that graced her face let him know that he had done a good job after all. There was a lot of melancholy in her look.

— It this your home? — he asked.

— Yeah... — She touched a small sheep in the middle of the pasture. — It was until... until I became... you know.

Dead. This word came to mind. Their friends would probably think about their jobs. They'd put it more like: Before I became a Guardian... They stopped being alive a long time ago. However, like him, she was relatively young. As young as you can be after several hundred years. She still remembered.

— I drowned. — He felt like his own voice sounded foreign.

Why exactly did he tell her that? After all, she didn't ask him anything.

However, he continued the story when he saw her break away from the model.

Jack still remembered the brown, worn-out skates. He rode them across the frozen lake. He was fourteen then. He was doing quite well. No one in the village could ride so nimbly. His younger sister was just studying. She took uncertain steps. She was getting better and better. After all, she was doing it under his supervision. And yet, that afternoon, it would all end. The crunch of ice that heralded disaster was still ringing in his ears. He tried to get Mary to jump aside. Just like in Hopscotch — a game he once invented. He failed and instinctively used the staff. It was enough to push her to safety. However, he landed underwater himself. The feeling of momentary relief was replaced by shock. He tried desperately to breathe. Jack couldn't find any support for his hands. The cold seeped into his bones. He was unable to get out of the icy water. The longer he fought, the faster he lost strength. Later, in a hazy memory, he still remembered going to the bottom. Jack was surrounded by darkness and piercing cold. He closed his eyes from exhaustion. The next time he opened his eyes, the Moon was above him. Then he was spared a second life. So much time had passed, and yet the memory was still fresh. Especially after he lost them to the Black and fought to get them back.

[Reader] wordlessly placed her hand on his own. She didn't say anything but he knew she understood. It wasn't easy to forget about your death. Nor come to terms with a lost life but watching the people he loved grow old and pass away seemed the cruelest thing to him.

— They sentenced me to beheading — she said in a quiet voice.

He didn't push. He had no right to do this. He was surprised when she continued.

The story began with an ordinary day in the countryside with her boyfriend. He was a serious candidate for a fiancé. He worked as a castle assistant. Frost began to wonder exactly how many years ago the Spirit of Valentine's Day had died. If she remembered such times, she must have been older than he had previously thought. Due to these thoughts, Jack lost the thread of the story until she started talking about the theft.

Thanks to his work, the boy easily stole a jewel from a rich lord's box. As luck would have it, the family brooch would attract the attention of every neighbour in the area. Lack of sufficient caution resulted in a denunciation. The devastated [Reader] didn't know what to do. Until he said he wanted to spend the money on a wedding. Something broke inside her. Ultimately, what tipped the scales was the fact that he had a family to support. She was just an orphan working on a farm. She decided to sacrifice herself. With a heavy heart, she went to the castle, where she confessed her guilt. No one asked how on earth she could do it, since no one would even let her into the salons. Yet the court seemed satisfied. No attention was even paid to the lies and ambiguities. They omitted the absurdities contained in them. Another head-to-head trial meant a quicker break.

From the whole story, one sentence stuck in Frost's mind: I will never love anyone like I love you. This is what the thief promised to the Spirit of Valentine's Day before she sacrificed herself for him. He sensed this would be important from the way she quoted it. As if she had engraved it in her memory, somewhere deep in her mind.

— Do you know what happened when I got a second life? — she sighed. — That I died just so he could marry another woman. He waited a week. Week. Apparently he was counting on my naivety and he succeeded. — She went back to playing with the snow model.

— I'm sorry. — He wasn't sure if a cliché could do any good.

Such sentences rarely brought relief. They were repeated out of habit. Probably because people had no words for certain situations.

— You don't have to be sorry. — She smiled slightly. — You gave me a lot of joy, as befits the Guardian of Fun. I was able to see the farm where I grew up once again.

— Have you been there?

— A few times. Today there are lots of apartment blocks there. It has changed over the years. —  She shrugged and looked at him. — Do you know why I told you all this?

He thought she was trying to repay history for history. And yet this wasn't the answer she was counting on. So he fell silent.

— Because I see love differently than you. Over the course of four hundred and fifty-two years, I have encountered so many different shades of this feeling that you can't even imagine. I consoled those crying after the loss of loved ones. I have seen mothers sacrifice themselves for the sake of their children. How people die from diseases, away from their loved ones. And also how they spend their old age together and overcome problems together. That's why I think I'm a better Guardian of Love than the Spirit of Valentine's Day. I help people celebrate what is important every day. This one day of the year is not that special. So please don't interfere with my work anymore, she concluded. — I'll stay in my quarters on the 14th. This holiday will be fine without me, just like before.

— Let's say I agree, although I still think you should go out and see people having fun... — He noticed how much she wanted to interrupt him —...but I won't question the way you work anymore. Okay? — He held out his hand.

— Okay. Now let's go shout some more. Maybe they'll hear that it's time to let us go. There is absolutely nothing to do here.

***

— If this is some stupid joke, I swear you'll get an arrow up your ass… — [Reader] muttered.

Jack didn't blame her for complaining. She was blindfolded, so he led her by the hand. He didn't think this through. He should have handed it over only at the bottom of the stairs. So he had to deal with an uncomfortable situation for three floors. He even offered to let them fly with a staff but the Guardian of Love wouldn't hear of it.

— Almost there! — He removed the cloth, revealing the headquarters.

He was glad that the yetis had managed to repaint the decorations. The blue color would spoil the whole effect. Now they could admire the rows of red and pink hearts. They decorated every corner. Soft pillows in the same color were placed on the sofa and in front of it. They also managed to repair the TV. Although there was never any reception here, the player worked flawlessly. Tooth was sorting through a pile of old films. Bunny kept complaining that she only chose romantic comedies. He preferred to see a bloody horror movie. Sandy was almost asleep standing up, sending sand hearts up from time to time. Behind him, on the table, there were mixed chocolates. North was stuffing himself with them, so Frost kept the rest of his food supplies in his room. Otherwise, they might run out quickly and the fun was only just beginning.

— Why doesn't this surprise me? — The girl rubbed her temple.

— Just so we're clear, I'm not interfering with your work. —  He rested his head on his staff. — I do my duty. I jumped at the chance and we're going to have a fun evening.

He gave her his trademark smile. He was surprised to see that she didn't yell at him after all. He was secretly pleased with it, although he hadn't counted on it. She also seemed to be having a good time with her friends.

Valentine's Day night passed quickly. Hardly anyone made it to the morning. After three movies, most Guardians were teary-eyed. Jack sat between the snoring Bunny and [Reader], who was sprawled on his shoulder. He was uncomfortable but he didn't move. He didn't want to wake anyone up. The movie was still playing. Frost didn't focus on the plot. Everything that was happening started to escape him a few scenes ago. He pulled a small heart out of his sweatshirt pocket. They handed out shiny pieces of paper to each other. Everyone had to write something nice about the other person. They promised not to read them until the next day but purely theoretically the new day had already lasted for several hours. So he smiled to himself, satisfied with this justification and opened all the Valentines one by one.

Thank you.

That one word let him know he had done a good job. Maybe next year he'll be able to take her out to celebrate with others.

PS Will you be my Valentine?

This sentence, in turn, sent a rush of heat through him. He was used to embarrassing others, not being  embarassed. And certainly not like this. The matter was explained by the other side of the heart. Marked with marker:

YOU'VE BEEN FOOLED!

He promised himself that he would never admit that she was right. In the morning he will pretend that he saw it after all. This was the plan. However, somewhere in the corner of his mind there was the thought of what he would do if it wasn't a joke...

[icarusredwings]

Spoilers?

Thinking about the fact that the Master "adopted" all those kids with Lucy and seemed genuinely (at least a little bit) upset when they got taken out of time. It makes me wonder...

Did the Doctor know how much this would hurt him? The amount of grief and "what once was but never could be" feeling he wanted to share with someone?

Putting aside the fact that he used both the Toclafane and Lucy, do we think he was ever actually fond of them? Maybe im just delusional, but I think so. I know his entire thing is manipulation and that Lucy was a prop to get votes, but the way he pulls out the chairs,

leans against her,

calls her his faithful companion/ darling/sweetheart,

how she dances when the music comes on,

how proud he is to show her their millions of children, how even the doctor says she was loyal to him.

M: How many do you think?

L: I.. i don't know

M: Six-Billion *turns off music* Down, you go, kids!

He also calls them "His children" in the Last of the Time Lords.

It seems almost... domestic? In about as much domestic as this Master can get sort of way.

Im not at all surprised, but it makes me almost sad to know that he hits her. The first time I watched it, I was like, "...oh.." Because yes, it makes sense, heavily, and I know the point is to make the viewer feel yucky about the Master but like...

It kinda just makes you pitty them. You know? Because you see what they could have had, and you're like, "What happened?" Especially because they were together for 2 years. That's nothing to the Master but that's still longer than I would think, especially since he doesn't need her anymore but keeps her anyway as another trophy. The whole power trip thing is so odd to me. And telling another girl hes going to take her to the stars infront of her?

Lucy gave him what he deserved.

Imagine your husband abusing you for an entire year infront of his weird old ex friend and said friend gets treated like a dog/ trophy, so you shoot your husband and watch said trophy run over to him and cradle him in his arms....

like im so sorry, girl. You deserved so much more. Jack is literally looking up because he just can't with this bullshit..

TLDR:

"The Master, the villan, treated Lucy like shit. Shocker.. It's almost as if bad people do bad things Forest-"

Yeah, yeah, I know! I know! It just feels gross, okay? Because I know its suppose to feel uncomfortable but i just can't explain it. It feels how Girl in the Fireplace felt. Weird and kind of out of character. Especially since what I've seen of classic master, he's kind of a classy gentleman... But this IS simm were talking about... that little rabid trash goblin... aka a whole different species of Master.

Thanks for coming to my delusional tedtalk.

[twola]

27 please oh my gosh

“Let’s for a moment -” your breathless voice rasps in-between kisses planted on your lips, “pretend ‘bout settlin’ down.”

“Hm, whereabouts?” Arthur rumbles in your ear as his lips start tracing your jawline. His skin is warm on yours, he’s spread out beside you on the rickety old bed.

Rain pounds on the dirty glass window further down the wall. Having been caught out in an autumn storm, the two of you were utterly soaked when you stumbled across this abandoned cabin. Stowing the horses under an old overhang, the two of you made your way inside, where Arthur began a fire in the old fireplace with wood from a broken chair. Wringing the water from your hair, you frown as droplets run down your elbow from your shirt.

“We should lay these clothes out and let ‘em dry.” Arthur states matter of factly as he steps away from the fireplace, unbuttoning his denim work shirt.

Your eyebrow cocks as you notice a sly grin start to peak out from under the rim of that old hat of his.

Yes, yes, that’s how you ended up here, with Arthur’s bedroll spread out beneath you, wrapped up in each other’s naked bodies.

“Dunno, somewhere quiet.” Your hand presses against his chest, the pad of your thumb finding his nipple and rubbing at it as it pebbles.

He groans against your neck, and against your belly, you feel the length of him, hard and hot and ready for you.

“Jus think,” you sigh breathily, your other hand finding the nape of his neck and letting your fingers intertwine with his hair, “A little cabin, a couple of horses, maybe a dog.”

“I’d finally make an honest woman outta you.” Arthur presses up onto his elbow and presses his lips to yours again.

“Even with a ring on my finger, you know you could never call me an honest woman.” You laugh against his smile, and his hand trails down your side to your hip, taking a greedy handful of your rear that makes you yelp playfully.

“Wouldn’t expect anythin’ less.” Arthur pulls you underneath him, desperate to continue down the lustful path the two of you were on.

Your hand lands softly upon his cheek, giving him pause. His eyes find yours, and he stops, laying his forearms on either side of your head, keeping most of his weight off of you.

“I want a baby.”

It's if lightning struck him. His eyes widen and his heart thumps loud as thunder in his chest.

“Sweetheart…” he trails off, laying his forehead down on the bedroll next to your head, and your arms encircle his shoulders, warm and gentle.

“I know it wouldn't replace your boy, but…”

He pushes himself up again, not making eye contact with you as he sits up, extracting himself from your embrace and sitting on the side of the bed, gaze trained on the fire across the room.

You rocket up to sit next to him, your hand finding his and pulling it to your lips. He lets out a long breath.

“Y’know how shitty a father I’ve been.”

“You’ve grown since then, Arthur. I've seen you with Jack. I know it would be different.”

He gives a mirthless laugh. “Ain’t any different from my own daddy. Jus’ a criminal lowlife.”

Your hand squeezes his, “Look at me.”

He turns his head slowly and your hand finds his cheek again.

“You’re kind and care about people. You try not to hurt people that don’t deserve it. We live a hard life - so do plenty of folks.”

His eyes dart downward and you tug gently at his chin to make him look back at you again.

“I…-” your voice is small as you trail off, swallowing, “All I wanna do is give you a boy with them eyes of yours to chase around. Or a girl with your smile that has you wrapped ‘round her little finger. I just… I want to give you that.”

It’s your turn to look away, suddenly regretful of even bringing your secret wish up. You retract your hand from his cheek and it slowly floats down toward your lap.

But then…

A calloused finger brushes against your collarbone. You look back up at him and drown in the depth of his blue eyes.

“No… I hope they get their momma’s looks.” Arthur whispers before leaning into to capture your lips.

The overwhelming joy in your heart rushes out like a wave crashing on the shoreline. You climb back into Arthur’s embrace and kiss him back until the both of you are breathless.

Breathless, breathless, as he tips you backward in that bed. Breathless, breathless as he presses himself inside you.

Breathless, breathless as he pours his love into you. It is not until later, with the rain still pounding against the windows as night falls, that the two of you are able to catch your breath, intertwined in the rickety old bed, drifting off into dreams of the future.

[sequinsmile-x]

Mysterious and Spooky

Emily loves the holidays, and Aaron loves his wife. Which is how he finds himself standing in front of a mirror on Halloween dressed as Gomez Addams.

-x-

Hi besties,

Here is your second Halloween fic as promised <3

This is pretty much just 2.3k words of Aaron simping after his wife...which is quite fitting seeing as he's dressed as Gomez Addams for most of it.

I hope this makes you smile <3

As always, let me know what you think!

-x-

Warnings: None

Words: 2.3k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

One thing Aaron had always known about Emily was that she loved the holidays. All of them. She was enthusiastic about them in a way that initially surprised him, her enjoyment of them slightly out of line with everything else he knew about her. 

The first Christmas on the team she got everyone a stocking with their names hand-stitched onto them. Each one filled with trinkets and small gifts they would personally enjoy, her understanding of them already deep even though she’d only been on the team a handful of weeks. He still remembered the shy look on her face when she handed him his, the name Hotch embroidered on it, her smile vaguely mischievous as she explained it didn’t feel right to have Aaron put on it. 

The year after that, she had one made for Jack, and he hung it on the fireplace in his apartment next to his, a grim reminder on the days his son was with Haley that he’d allowed his family to fall apart. 

He’d always known she loved the holidays, but it was only once they were in a relationship that he realised how deep that love ran. She had fall decorations, something he wasn’t even aware was a thing until they lived together, and they were quickly replaced by Christmas decorations on November 1st. He didn’t even try and argue it, no matter how strange it felt to sit on the couch staring at a Christmas tree on his birthday, because it made her happy. And seeing Emily happy made him happier than he’d ever been.  

Jack loved her enthusiasm for them. He’d help her pick out decorations and talk excitedly with her about costumes for Halloween. Emily brought the magic to the holidays back for the little boy, his mother’s absence still notable and honoured, but no longer the centerpiece of any celebration they had. Emily’s love for Jack, her joy at bringing him joy, was another reason Aaron never argued with anything. Her love for it all was infectious, the Christmas lights on their tree each year as beautiful as he’d ever seen them when he saw them reflected in her eyes. 

It was part of the reason he proposed on Christmas Day. Dave had laughed at him when he told him his plan, calling it predictable and cliche, but it didn’t deter him. He wanted to give something back to her after everything she had given him. He bought an ornament and hid the ring in it, let it sit right in front of her for weeks as she admired the tree every day, a cup of hot chocolate in hand as she relaxed in the soft, warm light. 

She cried when he proposed, the lights once again reflecting in her eyes as she answered before he’d even asked the question. Her enthusiastic yes swallowed up by the kiss they shared, Jack excitedly bouncing up and down on the spot just a few paces away, the secret he’d kept for weeks finally out. 

It was only after their daughter Violet was born, only a few hours old and curled up on her mother’s chest, that Emily finally told him why the holidays were so important to her.  She turned her head to look at him, barely able to bring herself to tear her gaze away from their newborn, and told him that she was looking forward to her first Halloween. Her first Thanksgiving. Christmas. Easter. She smiled, tears shining in her eyes as she said she was going to make sure Violet always saw the magic in the holidays, that she had the fun she hadn’t been able to have when she was a kid. Always forced to attend her mother’s parties as if she were an ornament herself, dressed up in pretty dresses and told to be polite. He told himself then and there that he’d always do whatever she wanted during the holidays. Which is how he finds himself dressed as Gomez Addams on Halloween. 

He blows out a breath as he looks at himself in the mirror, the stripped suit he’d rented for the evening and the fake moustache making him screw up his nose ever so slightly. He runs his fingers through his gelled-down hair and grimaces at the feeling and he sighs. 

“I love my wife, I love my wife,” he whispers to himself and he steps out of the closet and into the bedroom, “Are you almost ready sweetheart…” He trails off when he sees her, losing his ability to think and speak as he takes in her outfit. Her dress is black and floor-length, tight until her hips where it flares out, strips of lace hanging from the sleeves. She’s straightened her hair for the first time in a long time, the length of it surprising him a little, and she’s wearing dark red lipstick. He clears his throat, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, somehow still surprised after all this time of the effect his wife can have on him, “You look…amazing.”  

She presses her lips together, her cheeks burning at the compliment as she steps towards him, “Thanks, honey,” she says, unnecessarily straightening his tie, “You don’t look bad yourself,” she leans in and kisses his cheek, smiling when she leaves an imprint of her lips there, the dark red lipstick standing out against his skin, “Very Gomez.” 

“Remind me again why we have to dress up for trick or treating,” he asks, his hands on her hips, the velvet material of the dress almost as soft as her skin, “We’re only going around the neighbourhood.” 

She rolls her eyes at him, “Because otherwise, the kid's outfits won’t make any sense,” she says, her smile getting wider before she steps away, “Speaking of the kids…wait here.” She walks out of the bedroom, and he hears the nursery door open, followed by Emily’s excited exclamation as she talks to their son. She’s back in the room within seconds, their eight-month-old on her hip, matching smiles on their faces as he can’t help but smile back, “Look, Sammy,” she says to Samuel, pointing at Aaron, “You and Dada have matching moustaches.” 

Samuel’s moustache was drawn on, with what Aaron assumes is one of Emily’s eyeliners, and he’s wearing a onesie with a spider emblazoned on it. Aaron can’t deny how cute he looks and he closes the gap between them, stamping a kiss on his wife’s cheek and then his son’s forehead. 

“He looks adorable,” he says, raising his eyebrow, “You’ve been busy.”

“It’s his first Halloween, Aaron,” she says enthusiastically, “And the first one where Vi really understands what’s going on. It has to be special.” 

“I know, Em,” he says, his hand on her hip as he squeezes it, directing her out of the bedroom, “Let's go see how Wednesday and Pugsley are doing.” 

She smiles at him over her shoulder as they head downstairs, “It’s very attractive to me that you did your homework and watched a few episodes.”

He grins, leaning in so only she can hear him, aware the kids could potentially overhear them, “And this outfit is very attractive to me.” 

She bites her lower lip, drawing attention to the dark red lipstick that is driving him crazy, and she tilts her head at him, “Well, let's do what all responsible parents should do on Halloween,” she leans in to kiss him, catching the corner of his lips, “Let our kids get hopped up on candy, and use the following sugar crash to our advance.”  

He squeezes her hip again, “Have I ever told you how much I love how smart you are?” 

She hums, “You can always tell me again-”

Their flirting is cut off as Jack and Violet step into the hallway from the living room, grins on their faces as they look at their parents. 

“Mom, Dad, you look so cool,” Jack says, his excitement clear as he all but bounces on the spot in his striped t-shirt and short pants, his hair slicked back just like Aaron’s. Dressing as the Addams family had been his idea in the first place, his love of the show and the movies something he’d picked up from Emily. Watching the movies together was a tradition of theirs that they’d started the first Halloween Aaron and Emily had been together. It was something just for her and Jack, and she’d made sure it stayed that way after Violet and Samuel were born. She did something with each of her children separately, building traditions she hoped they’d one day fondly look back on or continue with their own children in the future. 

“You look great too, kiddo,” Emily says, adjusting her hold on Samuel. She looks at Violet, smiling at her black dress and inspecting the braids she’d done earlier, and she’s pleased they are still in place. The 3-year-old was prone to adventure, climbing over things and chasing her older brother around, so Emily had half expected to have to redo the braids, “You look amazing too, Vi,” she says, her heart doubling in size when Violet beams at the compliment, “Remember what we said you need to finish your costume?” 

Violet furrows her brow for a moment and then gasps, nodding as she answers, “Dada face,” she says before she immediately frowns, her stern face exactly like Aaron’s as she tries to match her character’s classic expression. 

“Dada face?” Aaron asks, raising his eyebrow in confusion as he looks at Emily for an explanation. 

She clears her throat, “She said she had to look grumpy, and that meant she had to look like you. So we called it the Dada face.” 

He knows she’s joking, so it doesn’t hurt his feelings like it would if anyone else said it. The love of his family and warmth of his home not even allowing old concerns that he was too serious for Emily to even show their face. He knew she loved him for his seriousness, and their children did too. He was happy, all the time, and if he ever did come home from work with a frown on his face it would quickly melt away. 

His bemused expression pulls a laugh out of Emily, and he jokingly scoffs, faking hurt as he looks at his wife, winking at her before he grabs Violet and hauls her into his arms, drawing laughter out of her as he tickles her, the stern expression disappearing into the smile she got from her mother.  

“Dada, stop,” she laughs, and he does, stamping a kiss against her forehead as he settles her on his hip. 

“You don’t look grumpy anymore,” he says, smiling when she smiles at him. He’d been wrapped around her finger since she was born, and even before that if he was honest with himself. “Are we ready to go?” 

A chorus of excited yeses makes him smile, and he can’t help but love that his wife’s enthusiasm for the holidays has been passed on to their children.

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Aaron yawns as he leaves the bedroom, scratching the back of his head and stretching as he seeks out his wife. It was rare for her to be out of bed before him. Even if one of the kids woke her up she’d bring them into the bed with them, and he’d wake to find Samuel, Violet or Jack asleep on her as she snuggled with them, her eyes sleepy as she rested her cheek on the top of their head. 

November 1st was a day she’d always be out of bed first, no matter what. 

He finds her in the living room just like he knew he would, huddled over a box of Christmas decorations he’d brought down from the loft when they got home from trick or treating. She’d rolled her eyes at him, insisting as always that she could have done it herself, but she’d kissed him, still dressed as Mortica as she winked at him and told him she was looking forward to the kids going to bed. 

He wraps his arms around her from behind and encourages her backwards, kissing her bare shoulder where her t-shirt had slipped down as his chest meets her back, “Morning.”

She hums and turns her head to kiss him, her hand on his cheek as she holds him in place, “Good morning,” she says, kissing him again before she turns back to the box of decorations, smiling at the stockings on top. She picks up his, and runs her fingers over the embroidered name, tracing the word Hotch as she leans back into him, “I wish you’d let me get you one with your name on it.” 

He hides his smile in her hair. It was a conversation they had every year. She’d pull the stocking she gave him years ago out of the box it lived in 10 months of the year, and she’d lament choosing to put his nickname on it all those years ago instead of his first name. 

“I love it,” he says, kissing her hairline, making a point of squeezing her hips, his fingers pressed against bruises he’d left last night, “It’s the first thing you ever gave me.” 

She turns in his arms, the stocking still in her hand, hanging over his back as she curls her hands around his neck, “Don’t you think it looks weird though? My name, and all the kids, and then just..Hotch?” 

“I think…” he says, leaning it to kiss her, “It’s us,” he smiles at her, “And anyone who tries to call it weird will be on the receiving end of my Dada Face.” 

She scrunches her nose up, “I’m not going to live that down any time soon, am I?” 

He kisses her again, pulling her impossibly closer, and then he rests his forehead against hers, “I think I’ll have let it go by the time we take the Christmas tree down.” 

[halamet-chalamet]

there's a part in his home tour where he shows his friends wisdom teeth and a screw that im pretty sure was in his body at one point... and he says he's going to give it to a special girl... so I was thinking what if one night the reader is staying at his house and he comes in with the screw wrapped and she opens it and just gives a him a look, like 'really 🙄🤨'

Oh my goshhh! I’ve been so excited to write this pleasssse. It’s so funny let’s gooooo (also side note I came up with this guy Jack bcs idk he needed to be there so yeah)

Warnings: reader gets a knee screw bahaha mention of wisdom teeth. Tooth rotting fluff. Mathew being weird because he is and that’s why we love him. Also I’m bad at point of view and tenses in my writing so their are probably mistakes… also use of Y/N, and M/N (middle name)

Mathew had just gotten home from a day of shooting a new small film he’s in. He didn’t see you this morning and didn’t get to see you, so he had been ecstatic to come home to you.

“Y/n?” He called, but no answer. Mathew figured you were out at the store, or with friends, even though it was slightly odd of you not to at least leave a note. “Y/nnnnn!!” He sang through the house on his way to the bedroom. Before he could open the door he heard a familiar laugh behind the door. “What are you doing?” He asked as he came into the room very unexpectedly. Although he wasn’t sure what was going on, a smile was still plastered on his face at the idea of seeing you after what felt like so long.

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” You apologized through wheezes.

“What? What is it?” He was giggling now because your laugh was so contagious. Though as you shook your head he realized he was now on a mission to figure out why you were laughing so hard. “Lemme see your phone!” He demanded in a more playful than scary tone. You shook your head once more. “Y/N!” His voice cracked.

“No Matt! No!!” You said between laughter as he pried the phone from your hands.

“This is my video,” he was confused. How could a tour of your guys’ own house be funny?

“Yes I know.” You said catching your breath.

“Why are you laughing at this? This is literally your house?” ‘Wow’ you thought ‘he genuinely doesn’t know how funny his personality is’.

“You showed them our fireplace,” you raised your eyebrows in hopes of him catching on. But he didn’t. “With Jacks wisdom teeth!” He still didn’t know what was funny. “Annnnd,” you dragged out the nnnn. “Your KNEE screw!”

Mathew smiled at your explanation, “yes.. that’s because my knee screw is in a very special place,” he would’ve continued but you cut him off.

“To give to a very special girl?” I questioned.

“Yes!”

“I don’t want your knee screw..”

“Well, who else would I give it to?”

“No one should GET your knee screw Mathew!” You shouted but not angrily. You were giggling again.

“Fine!” Mathew sighed with defeat and flopped next to you on the bed. “I’m so sleepy.” He sighed into your shoulder, attempting to get as close to you as possible. “Go to sleep, babe.” You answered wrapping an arm around him and letting your own eyes droop as well.

Mathew would have slept in. He loves to sleep especially after work. But the prank master himself had a brilliant idea that couldn’t wait another hour.

Mathew slips into the living room as quietly as possible. Luckily you were sleeping soundly. He takes the screws out of the fire place, double gift wraps them, and then places them in a bag.

You stretched out of bed, feeling the cold space next to you. “Mathew!” He was cooking in the kitchen, way too excited to see your face when you woke up. “In here honey!” He called through the house.

You stumbled out. Clearly having just woken up. “Why are you up?” You asked rubbing your eyes, “and cooking?” Mathew just shrugged. “YOU’RE EVEN WEARING SLIGHTLY PRESENTABLE CLOTHES AT 10AM!” You exclaim in your best morning shout. Mathew just shrugged. “Spill it Gube.” You deadpan.

“I got you something!” He says excitedly. Too excitedly. ‘This has happened before’ you thought. ‘Mathews middle name was prank, and he’s done it too many times’.

“What is it?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s for you!” He smiles.

The gift bag was beautiful. A little notecard read ‘for a very special girl’.

“This feels suspicious, Matt.” I continued to unwrap the small box. My jaw dropped. ‘He wouldn’t’

But oh he would, he did. He was making a terrible attempt at containing his laughter. I looked up at him. There were no words. An eye roll and dead pan did the job perfectly.

“I wish I could apologize!” He wheezed. “But it’s too funny!” He was snorting for goodness sake.

“You are ridiculous Mathew Gray Gubler!” I made the meanest face I could to avoid laughter.

“You are adorable Y/n, M/n, Gubler!”

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The Horseman's bride. chapter 1 (part 1) Calm before the storm.

I figured it out :) horary! Happy Dia De Los Muertos btw you guys!

No warnings only wholesome stuff this time.

“Stop it!” You laugh as you push away fromJason, your best friend, “No no! I need to get the perfect shot so stay still!” He laughs as he points the camera to your nose, you pout as he hits record. “You’re a piece of work alright, maybe I should be filming you.” You tease as he zooms out, you kick your sneakers as you walk down the hallway, your heels kicking into the plastic tile of the highschool floor as Jason films from behind. “Well I have to keep going, don’t move too much or else it’s gonna hurt more.” He says in a playful tone as you pause, you turn around and your sneakers squeak on the floor as you face him. “What did you say?” You ask with dread watching him as he holds the camera in front of his face. “You nearly twisted your ankle all the way round, poor thing.” He says as you march up to him something isn’t right. Approaching him you yank the camera from his face, a now headless Jason stares you on. “Now hold still.” He says with two voices overlapping, you stumble back in your dream, the tiles giving out from beneath you as you fall screaming into a dark pit, you're rudely awoken by fear.

 “AHHH!” You scream looking up only to see a man looming over you, flying out of the sheets, your arm swings to punch only to fly at nothing. The person next to you backs up with their hands up in caution. “Ahh…Oh my god, oh my god it didn’t land, It didn’t land!” You say before exclaiming, your head swings to your right as you see the headless rider from earlier now standing next to your bed his hands are up and splayed open as he speaks “Breathe, I’m not going to hurt you.” He assures as you start to feel unwell just looking at his cauterized neck peg. There really is nothing there. Not to mention that jack o lantern from earlier is now missing. He really is something, just the full body of a man without a head.

Your eyes scan him top to bottom, he’s wearing a worn tunic, the long sleeves rolled up and held in place by two pins, his arms littered with scratch marks and scars, he has high waisted brown pants held up by two gold buttons and a leather belt not of this era. Slow your eyes travel from his shoulder to across the room, your environment is warm, the morning light glowing off the old rustic shuttered windows tinted with fog and worn from the centuries, there’s a blend of wood and brick, and everything from the wooden furniture to the appliances like the stove and fireplace all seem small and quaint, it’s a kind of peace that the world has long since lost, and a treasure trove of the old, this is a very old cottage. The place manages to retain heat pretty well and thank goodness it’s usually cold this time of year. Your eyes track around the small house before landing on your sheets, scanning down and noticing the bandages lying on

the bed next to your bandaged foot, it’s been wrapped pretty well however it’s radiating with pain and it dawns on you as you lift the covers, you’ve twisted it pretty badly and the rider was in the midsts of setting your almost sideways facing foot. “Ohhh goodddd ohhh..” You groan looking away, you've always been squeamish when it comes to bodily harm so you're trying your best not to freak out, not to mention the pinnacle of body horror is standing right next to you. Slowly your eyes peep open as you look away from your foot. “W-were you helping me? With my ankle?.” You asked as the rider stayed where he was. “Yes I was, and I swear mam, I’m almost done, this won’t take much longer if you let me work on you.” He replies as you take a moment, looking over his hands, they look calloused and worn, he probably knows what he’s doing. “Okay...but I better not see you doing any funny business, or else.” You warn, even though you’re lying straight through your teeth, you know nothing about self defense, but you probably know how to kick a man in the crotch so maybe there’s some truth to your threat. “You have my word.” He says before walking to the foot of the cot and kneeling down. You refuse to look as he lifts your achilles heel gently, you then begin to hear the sound of wood clacking. “What are you?!” You say looking over as he holds some wooden sticks. “Brace for your ankle, now settle down dear and breathe.” He says as you cover your eyes, your pulse quickens as pressure around your leg grows, he’s tightly wrapping the brace, you breathe in and out with your mouth and nose, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, a headless body is just wrapping my very twisted ankle it’s fine it’s it’s fine! “It’s done.” He says standing next to you as you peek from between your fingers, the brace is secured and it isn’t as tight as your mind was telling you, and you give your leg a couple of small movements, not one inch of pain comes to you. Looking up at him you give a weary smile. “Thanks..” You say nervously as he replies “Your welcome.” 

You tap your fingers on the pillow in your lap as the rider cooks you a meal on the stove, as you watch a million questions fly through your head. Where are we? What year is it again? What was all of that from last night? Am I alive or not? You're itching to get some answers, it’s driving you nuts. “So.” You say out loud purposely looking off in the distance to avoid eye contact? Maybe his eyes are invisible. “What’s uh your name?” The rider’s body slightly turns as he lets out a chuckle. “Easy my name is…” He says before going silent, you sit there as he fails to complete the answer. “Is?” You ask as he remains quiet. “Hell…What is my name?” He says lowly as your jaw drops. “How old are you?! All of this I mean; you are from the colonial days or something right?” You ask in surprise “Yes I am, the year was 1775 when I died and-” He explained as you interjected “All that time what that like 200 years is! And you don’t remember your name?!” You exclaim as the rider turns his entire body. “I…Hell I guess not.” He answers as the room goes silent, your face is painted with bemusement, the guy can kill anything and command the demons of the forest, but not remember his own name, okay. “Okay next question, you said you died in 1774 but if the revolution was in 1776 doesn’t that make you the…The guy from the myth?” You ask as he asks “Pardon?” He asks back, “yeah, the headless horseman, you’ve got his ax and everything? You chop people’s heads off if they don’t behave on Halloween or something and disappear in the morning.” You explain as he stands silently. “Would you like me to burn your oatmeal?” He replies, turning back to the stove as you exclaim. “No! Wait, is that what you're making?! Please don’t I love oatmeal!” You beg as he laughs pouring the oatmeal into a bowl on the table. He lifts the wooden tray and brings the dish to you. “Now sit up and try not to spill any of it.” He says lowering the breakfast onto the pillow on your lap, it looks

amazing, apple slices with oatmeal. “Don’t suppose you have any sugar?” You ask as he walks back to the kitchen returning with a jar. “No sugar but I do have honey.” He says as you beam, “I love honey!” You say with enthusiasm opening the lid and spooning the glowing honey into your bowl of warm hot cereal. “Yeah I loved it too.” He says with a sigh as you pause mid bite. “Whah.” You mouth as he laughs, “Right, why would I make food if I can’t eat any of it? Well I make food for my neighbors, it’s how I keep a good rapport with the community ‘round here.” He explains as you eat another spoonful and gulp to ask another question. “That’s sweet, who are your neighbors? Wait no, hold on, am I dead or alive? Where are we? When are we?” You ask as he pulls up a small rickety chair. “Well you see I didn’t wanna tell you until you were finished but yes you're alive but you're also dead.” He explains as you look on with confusion. “Uhm okay? Did that guy get me last night or?” The rider answers almost immediately. “Audrey May you are between life and death, you are neither alive or dead, what you are now is your very soul, last night around sundown I have reason to believe your body was taken possession by a vengeful spirit, I don’t know who they are but I have a few good guesses, that “man” that chased you last night was a wraith who appeared to you as your greatest fear. What matters is that I help you back to health, we get “Married in 3 days on halloween when the barrier between earth and the inbetween open, and I help you back to your body and bring back whatever spirit has hold of you now. You may ask your questions at this time.” He says as you sit completely still trying to process all of that information as oatmeal falls off your spoon and back into the bowl. “Ah…Hold on…So someone else is in my body.” You ask “Yes.” He replies, “Currently they are inhabiting your body, what they could be planning or doing is a complete mystery but rest assured Dullahans like me have one goal.” He explains as you learn. “Yeah and that is?” You ask as he explains “To send wayward spirits to their eternal rest.” He says in a low tone as you gulp, he’s not going to send YOU to rest is he? Well he just said something about getting married so…Now hold on. “Oh my god, wait! What the fuck was this all about?!” You yell flying your hand up to his face, a ring made of crystal gleams on your finger as he sighs. “Yes, if I hadn’t taken claim of you those other creatures would have, that’s why it’s not safe for you anywhere until the day of halloween when we marry, we’ll “Elope” after the ceremony and only then will I join you outside where we’ll find your culprit.” He explains as you give hima look. “Fine I’ll play your game, but don’t think for a second I’m just gonna magically be your cute and quirky fiance, I barely know you or anything that’s going on.” You say as he crosses his large arms. “we are friends here to help-…Well I would say eachother but mostly me. So again no funny business, do we have a deal?” You say as you hold out your right hand. “Yes, we have a deal.” He laughs, extending his right hand to shake yours. As the two of you shake your eyes, catch something fluttering through the wooden beams on the ceiling. “Oh god what’s that?!” You ask about sinking into the bed.

[moongirlcleo]

Kento Nanami HCs

summary: Hiiii! I saw your HCs for the JJK boys and couldn’t help but notice the daddy of all daddies wasn’t requested, so I was hoping if you could share your Nanami HCs? 👉🏽👈🏽 CW: NSFW AN: Alexa... play DADDY'S HOMEEEEE

Kento Nanami

He’s very attentive when it comes to his partner. He may be a man of few words but the boy shows how much he loves you in actions.

Daddy. That’s it, that’s the tweet.

Jack of all trades, this one is. You want fast, rough sex against a bathroom sink? He’s got you. Want slow, steamy lovemaking in front of the fireplace? Bet. Nanami is down. You want to be tied up in the prettiest of poses while he has his way with you? Say less.

27 cm. That’s all I’m gonna say. And yes, Satoru was pissed.

Pretends he hates Gojo but he very much considers him a brother. Even if he’s a clown.

His favorite thing to do is lay in bed with you and read out loud together. It helps him sleep, hearing your voice.

- ©2024 moongirlcleo do not repost, copy, translate, or modify

[echo-goes-mmm]

Ambrose and Elliot #12

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Warnings: explicit sexual behavior (no actual sex), nudity in a sexual setting, implied past torture, implied past non-con, rape mention

Elliot was acting distant again. Earlier he’d clung to Ambrose’s side, and now he stayed just out of reach. What had set him off?

Ambrose decided not to comment on it. 

He filled out a couple order forms, sent them off, and started on moving around storage. The weather was set to cool off tomorrow night, and fall harvest would be in soon. Ambrose could already smell the fresh pumpkin pie and hot chocolate in his future. Not to mention the game the village hunters would bring in. He’d already put a notice out that he’d pay a premium for pheasant, and Jack Miller called dibs on supplying. 

Rearranging was hard work, and took until dinner time. Even during dinner, Elliot was subdued, more than usual. Elliot loved food, and seeing him sapped of enthusiasm for a meal troubled Ambrose. He went up to bed after helping him clean the dishes. Hmm. Maybe today was too much for him after all. He probably shouldn’t have asked him if he wanted to continue shopping. Elliot pushed himself too hard trying to please people.

Ambrose trudged up the stairs. The work was done, the entire first floor clean, and he was ready to collapse until morning. It really was too bad his blessing didn’t cover tiredness. 

He opened the door to his rooms. Maybe he should start eating meals regularly again. It was a pain in the ass when he didn’t technically need to anymore, but it would set a good example for Elliot. 

He placed some logs in the fireplace so he could light it straight away tomorrow night. Ambrose opened the bedroom doors, yawning as he turned the handle.

Elliot was kneeling at the foot of his bed. 

Elliot was kneeling at the foot of his bed naked.

Ambrose froze, mid yawn. Elliot crawled towards him. His jaw snapped shut when Elliot began to kiss his boots, polishing them with his tongue. Frozen in shock, he was helpless to watch Elliot make his way towards Ambrose’s crotch, kissing up his thigh.

Finally, Ambrose got his body to move, jerking away, “Don’t do that!”

Elliot flinched, and bowed back towards the floor, his forehead pressed to the wood. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered.

His back, now that Ambrose could see it clearly, looked covered in spiderwebs from all the scarring. Long, thin, and shiny scars from what could only be a whip. 

Ambrose was gonna throw up.

He darted into the bathroom, dry heaving into the toilet. 

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He’d made Master sick. It was all his fault, and he was going to be punished. So much for helping Master relax. It would take all night to scour the blood from Master’s lovely rug and floors by the time Master was done with him. 

Maybe… maybe if he took initiative, Master could relax and punish him at the same time. Elliot began to lick his hand. 

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Ambrose couldn’t hide in the bathroom forever. Well, he could, but Elliot deserved better. It’s not his fault. He’s doing what he’s been taught to do.

It didn’t make him feel any better.

He grabbed the fluffiest bathrobe he had and walked back into the bedroom. Only to find Elliot fucking himself on his fingers. 

He tossed the robe at Elliot and screwed his eyes shut. “Stop that. Put on the robe.” 

Elliot made a miserable sound, and there was a sickening slick pop and some shuffling.

“Is it on?”

“Yes, sir,” whispered Elliot. Ambrose opened his eyes. Elliot was staring at the floor.

“Elliot. Why?”  Who made you think this was okay?

“I thought you…” he faltered. “Don’t you… Don’t you want me, Sir? To help you relax?”

 Oh no. Everything made sense, and Ambrose hated it.

“Elliot, I’m never going to touch you like that. You can’t be doing this. Never proposition me or anyone else again. Understand? Nobody.” he snarled. 

It was harsh, but by the gods, Elliot needed to get it in his head. He didn’t really want sex from Ambrose. He was asking to be raped. Offering himself up when he didn’t want to. When he was too afraid to say no. Elliot hadn’t refused Ambrose in anything yet, and he doubted he could. Even for something like sex.

Elliot's eyes were wide and afraid, but he nodded. Ambrose deflated. He ran a hand through his hair. 

“Just… get to bed okay? It’s late.” Elliot scrambled for the door.

“Ellie?” he turned back towards Ambrose.

“Everything’s going to be alright, I promise.”

Elliot looked away, and left.

Ambrose wasn’t sure Elliot believed him.

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[mordenheim]

Are we happy? (B)

(This is the second tale that I mistakenly wrote with this prompt. Both were a lot of fun, so why not post them? Now to decide if I end up writing a bonus tale this year...)

The over-muscled thug sighed and shook his head as he made his way down the hall to the boss's office. The job was finally done and he could collect his reward.

He pushed open the door and saw his high-backed leather chair turned away from him on the far side of the room. It was lit from behind by a crackling fireplace that gave an almost cheerful warmth to a room where so many cold plans had been formed.

“Did ya do it, Vin? Did ya get da job done?”

Vinny, nodded, he'd gotten it done, but he didn't feel right about it. He didn't understand why the boss had wanted the kid offed anyway. I mean yeah, he was high-strung and could be pretty annoying with his stupid jokes, but was that really a reason to get rid of them?

“Y.. Yeah, boss, I got the job done. Just like you asked.”

“Good, good. And did ya do it exactly how I asked?”

The brute shivered a little and looked down at his hands. He swore he could still feel the blood on them. He actually felt kind of ashamed of himself for what he'd done for the first time in his life.

“Yeah. Yeah I did it just like you wanted. I've never let you down yet, have I?”

He heard a chuckle at that and tilted his head. He'd never once in all of his years working for him, heard the boss laugh. “Good, good. Yer my number one guy, ya know that Vin?”

“Yes, boss. Done Jack exactly as you asked.”

The chair swiveled side to side, casting weird, long shadows across the floor first on one side of the room, then the other. “No complications, then? All went completely according to plan?”

Vinny looked at the floor. He knew better than to lie to the boss. He always found out anything no matter how well you tried to hide it.

“A.. almost... There was a little mistake at the start, but I still finished...”

The chair stopped moving at that.

“A mistake? What kinda mistake?”

Vinny swallowed hard. That cheery warmth bled out of his bones as he took of his fedora, gripping it tight in his ham sized hands.

“Well, I got up behind him like ya asked, to do him with the piano wore, but when I went for him, he bent down at the same time. Wire went right in his mouth and I tore up his face somethin' bad. I got him down and finished the job the right way, though.”

“Oh really? Sounds like ya made a real mess of things. Did ya make sure to clean up after yerself?”

Vinny nodded so briskly he thought his head might pop off of his shoulders. “Y.. yeah! I made sure to get every drop up, then I took the body to the old junk yard, found the old car ya wanted and stuffed him in the trunk. Should be dropped in the crusher tomorrow morning and then it'll be all done with. Even if they see the blood by that point nobody will be able to identify the body.”

“Good, good. Your payment's in the briefcase on the table over there.” A purple gloved hand waved off to the side, making Vinny pause. Purple wasn't the boss's color, it was Jack's.

Shaking off his nervousness and thinking of the money, he just walked over to the briefcase, his heavy boots clumping across the carpeted floor. He reached out to grab the briefcase and was about to leave when he heard a voice from the chair one more time, not chuckling this time, but giggling. It was weird.

“Heya, Vin. I wanna ask ya something before ya go.”

He turned towards the chair as it rotated to face him. There in the boss's chair, was Jack, his ruined face torn into a mockery of a clown's grin. A huge nickle-plated pistol was gripped in his hand. Vinny didn't even have time to react before it fired three times. One in the gut, severing his spine and dropping him to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut. One in the heart, and one right in the skull to put out his lights.

“Are we happy?”