#psychic boyfriend save me

[spaceinvadeeer]

it's angst o'clock.

[ortanthaig]

didn’t get Dream Job(tm) but I have an interview with a super super cute cafe this week!! Big excite!!

[amadnessofwords]

the tragic thing about this break up is that I knew how the relationship was going to end. 

story time

when I was first diagnosed with multiple sclerosis i was depressed and didn’t know what to do. I was 19 and now had this incurable disease and i was miserable. so when my brother and mom suggested that i invite some friends over to help with my mood i give them a list. At last minute i added my exes name to the list. i don’t know why. i didn’t really know him that well even though we went to high school together, i had only really hung out with him at a Halloween party my brothers girlfriend at the time had hosted a year or so before and during the party we just antagonized each other.

so i have no clue why his name popped into my head but i told my brother to invite him to.

The moment he entered the hospital room there was this feeling about him. i don’t know what it was. a guide? or spirit? that whispered tragedy. it was this feeling that this was going to end badly. the feeling was so strong.

but of course me being me i ignored it. I don’ know if i was stupid for ignoring it or not. I’ve felt that same spirit two other times during the relationship. each time when something big happened. i don’t know what or who it is.

while i was recovering from my first flair up he visited the hospital everyday just to keep me company. we’d watch movies together or get to know each other. sometimes he’s bring me food. it was sweet. when i had to go home he went home with me and took care of me for the first two weeks while i recovered at home.

my mom hated that he came over everyday. I though it was sweet. it took me a month to fall in love with him because falling in love for me is hard and because i already knew how this was going to end. did i want to fall in love when i knew what was around the corner? in the end i had decided i wanted him enough to ignore the warning.

The third time, (I’m skipping the second time because that one was good.) i felt the spirit or guide was when he told me he was going to move to another state.

It was was last minute. he was pretty much like, my mom and i are moving at the end of the week. i was shocked and didn’t really know what to think.

I broke down in the shower at one point because I know how hard long distance is and i never wanted to have a long distance relationship and at this point we were talking about getting married, which was something i really wanted.

while i was crying in the shower i felt the spirit or guide again. this time it touched my shoulder and instead of just a feeling it told me that this was over and to let it go.

but me being me, I told it I didn’t want it to be over. this was about 3ish years into the relationship. that was the last time i felt that spirit or guide.

I wonder if it was trying to save me this heartache maybe? i don’t know. i just know that i knew how this was going to end and i ignored it twice.

if anyone wants to tell me what it was then that would be great because i still don’t know what it was. 

and to add to all this the last time he visited me I knew i was never going to see him again. that was 6 years ago. 

being psychic is wired.

[stickandthorn]

Caleb voice: I have this antiquity-era mini psychic hydrogen bomb I’ve been saving for a really long time. Can’t remember how it works lol. Y’all want it? Yeah me and my boyfriend are doing great.

[cvnt4him]

hiii! would you be willing to write some Iida x older!reader? like a senpai from U.A., one or two years older. thank you in advance!! ❤❤❤

I would love too<33

Tenya is so underrated chat he needs more love SEND ME MORE TENYA REQUESTS.

Being a third year at UA was interesting to say the least, you had a lot of respect from your younger classmen. However when people found out who you were dating they always gave you weird looks.

You walked down the first year halls at the end of the day getting glances and whispers from the first years crowing the halls. You brush it off and continue strolling to your desired destination.

You finally come across the class you were looking for; class 1A! The only class fit for your charming and adorable boyfriend. You peek through the door to see your midnight haired boyfriend tidying up and talking with his friends, it was so cute to see the way he mingled with them.

You knock on the opened door and the few people's eyes shoot to your direction, you offer a polite smile and a giggle as you head towards your boyfriend who had wide eyes and a bit of blush dusting his features.

"hey tenya, ready to go?"

You ask running your fingers through his hair, he was taller than you but everyone knew you were older than him, hell than everyone in that classroom. You were pretty well known however you didn't really dabble with titles or anything like that, you didn't care what people knew you as.

"ah! y- y/n.. you shouldn't be here at this time! I told you I'd text you when I was ready."

Tenya was embarrassed from the looks of his friends, a green haired boy had wide eyes and slight pink brushed over his freckled cheeks, he looked between the two of you before connecting the dots with a gasp. You look down to him and he blushed intensively.

You chuckle and swipe a quick kiss from tenya before putting the top of his head.

"I'll wait for you outside, yeah? Don't take too long love."

You say walking out and waving to his friends with a wink, the freckled one was still stunned and the brown haired girl was squealing and jumping up and down once you left. No one knew you and tenya were dating, everyone thought tenya was incapable of getting a girlfriend due to the way he acts.

The two of you started dating unintentionally. You asked for his number one day and he nervously whilst stuttering, gave it to you. You two talked a lot it was more of him asking for advice and if you could tutor him or if you'd like to study with him.

Tenya was smart sure but you were in a higher grade than him, he thought if you could help him out his work maybe he'd be able to easily understand your work as well. At the time when you two started hanging out more he didn't realize it but he actually enjoyed your company.

He thought you were funny, smart, eager to learn just like him! He found many similarities within the two of you and he liked he could be himself around you. When the stuff went down with his brother he accidentally ended up crying in front of you, tenya expected you to laugh or make fun of him but of course, you didn't. You held him close and made sure that he was okay.

Unknowingly, that's when he started catching feelings for you. He wanted to be around you more, talk to you more he just really liked you, your company. It took him a while to realize he liked you, but once he did he didn't know how to ask you out or if he even wanted to.

Eventually you began seeing the signs of him starting to like you, he was more brushy around you, more talkative. It's not like tenya didn't speak when you two hung out but now he was so eager to share every little detail of his life with you. It was rather obvious he had a slight thing for you, and you'd be lying if you thought that he wasn't cute.

To save him the trouble some time later you went ahead and asked him out on a date. Tenya was so flustered and confused, he thought you were psychic or something, he ended up telling you that he was planning on asking you out on a date officially as well. You two laughed it off over lunch and sooner or later just naturally started dating.

You two never really put labels on it until one time.he got jealous. You were hanging out with mirio and you two were getting quite close, mirios a naturally charming guy. He's funny, weird, and just honestly great company.

Tenya did not like that. Tenya never had a problem with mirio, he just disliked how close he was with you. Tenya tried to keep his distance from you as a punishment to himself for even letting himself slack off of hero/school work. He felt that he shouldn't have gotten a girlfriend, he shouldn't have fallen in love with you, he shouldn't have even talked to you or indulged in you.

However, tenya found.himself fidgeting and having trouble focusing on class. He hadn't talked to you in 2 days and it was driving him insane that you hadn't bothered to text him! Were you not worried? Did you not care about him? What was it.. were you cheating on him?!

He was never one to jump to conclusions but he couldn't help himself! The second that bell rang he zoomed out of the classroom to reach you, he headed over to the third years classes in search of you. Once he found your class he asked around for you.

"tenya? What are you doing here lover?"

"y/n.. I.. I..—"

He was at a loss for words. He didn't know why he rushed to you, he didn't know why he was jumping to conclusions.. you weren't known for being unloyal or untrustworthy. So why did he feel this fiery rage of jealousy burbling inside of him?

You pulled tenya out for the classroom and walked him to the outside of the school, the cherry blossom petals flying down to the ground d beautifully, they painted a sweet little walkway across the side walk, and all over the bench the two of you sat down at.

"tenya, what's going on sweetie?"

He loved when you had a variety of pet names to call him. He got quite flustered whenever you called him anything other than tenya.

You pulled his head onto your chest and brushed your fingers through his hair, he closed his eyes and let the breeze of the wind fly onto his face and through his hair.

Tenya sighs and wraps his arms around you holding you close, he couldn't find any words to say so he simply lived in this moment. You knew that something was up, but you'd ask again once he felt like talking.

AN: this is the worst shit I've ever written. I love tenya iida but I have a hard time writing for him, others see him as this uptight dork but I do believe that he strays away from that robotness once like he gets a bit older. Just me? Okay.. I love him sm chat I need to get better at writing for him

[dira333]

In Handwriting - Tanaka x Reader

written for my supersecret fix exchange with @haikyu-mp4

“Will you marry me?”

You blink in surprise. “Eh?”

The guy across from you blushes a feverish red, though he does not lose any of his confidence.

“I’m Tanaka,” he offers you his hand like it’s a sword and you’re the princess he’s sworn to protect. “The love of your life.”

You can’t help but giggle at that. He’s creative, you have to give him that.

“You’re very confident.”

“Confidence is my middle name,” he boasts, bringing your hand to his lips for a kiss.

“Ah? Is that so? And what’s your first name.”

“Guess.”

“Ryūnosuke.” You can’t help but snort when his jaw slackens in disbelief.

“No way, how did you guess- Are you psychic?”

“It’s on your shirt,” you point at the name tag. “And I don’t spot a C for Confidence there.”

“Oh, that’s… uh… that’s because there was no more space,” he stutters for a second before getting back to his confident self. “But you looked at my chest.”

“I did,” you snort, “And you still need to tell me what you want to order.”

“What’s your favorite drink?”

“I don’t think you’d like it.”

“Mhm,” he smiles, “Try me.”

So you tell him, fighting a smile when he actually orders it, along with a cup of straight black coffee for his coworker.

You write his full name on both of the cups - even though the coffee shop is as empty as it could be - and add a little heart to both of them.

“Aww, you love me too,” he coos when you hand him the drinks. “Can I have your pen for a second?”

“Of course,” you hand it to him, watching as he scribbles onto the cup that contains your favorite drink.

“Here,” he hands you both the drink and the pen. “This one’s on me. I have to get back to work, but call me, okay? I need to know your ring size.”

You’re left speechless - and maybe swooning a little - until you look down at the cup.

His handwriting is awful and coupled with the curve of the cup it’s impossible to make out more than a few numbers.

What a shame. He’d been really cute.

-

He doesn’t come in the next day. 

And it’s a shame, you think. You would have given him a chance - despite his ridiculous flirting, or maybe because of it. 

Maybe he thinks you’re ghosting him now and that sentiment feels so wrong you start looking a little closer at the shops left and right, hoping you’ll find one with the same color scheme as his uniform.

But what if he’s not working at a store? What if he’s some assistant?

Your shoulder’s slump under the realization that you’ll probably not meet him again unless he’s the one initiating.

What a shame. He’d really been cute.

-

“Missed me?”

“Tanaka!” You almost drop your pitcher of milk. “What took you so long?!”

He reels back in surprise at your outburst.

“Sorry, I didn’t… wait, you really missed me?”

“Not really,” you start, slapping a hand on your mouth when you realize how that sounds, “I mean, that’s not what-... I have been looking for you.”

“You have?” He’s leaning in again now, lips stretched into an almost hopeful smile. “What for?”

“You’ve got the worst handwriting,” you huff out, taking him by surprise again. “I couldn’t decipher your phone number.”

“You wanted to call?” The surprise in his voice is so evident you can tell he’s not had much look with his flirting before. Well, not everyone has great taste.

“Yeah,” you huff again, looking to your left and right before pulling your phone out of your pocket and unlocking it. “Save your number before I change my mind.”

“You won’t regret it,” he insists. Something tells you he’s right.

-

“How did you guys meet?” Kiyoko asks, “Tanaka mentioned something about a coffee shop.”

“Oh yeah,” you nod, “I work there. He asked me to marry him.”

She laughs. “That sounds like him.”

“What are you talking about?” Her husband Kōshi asks, wrapping his arms around her.

“Tanaka asked her to marry him when they first met,” Kiyoko explains simply and you watch with fascination as Kōshi laughs as well.

“Tanaka,” he calls out to your boyfriend, “Where’s the ring?”

Ryūnosuke, to your surprise, blushes a feverish red, hand clutching something in the pocket of his jeans.

Oh…

-

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[gyuswhore]

Pure Math 171

choi seungcheol x reader

wc: 2.5k

genre: fluff, humour

warnings: math. (1) dirty joke. thats it i think (lmk if there's more)

synopsis: Walking into the first class of the semester shouldn't have been as eventful as it was (not that you can complain for long)

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(A/N): I haven't posted a fic in a while so i hope i redeem myself with this one hehe. a million thank yous to @toruro for beta-ing for me (even at the dentists lol) you can thank her for this too shes the reason i finished so quickly kjvkdfjg

It takes a lot to surprise you. 

It’s not that you enjoy it, but your friends simply make it easy to read them. It took Soonyoung seven human years to learn the art of surprise birthday parties. You know, the ones where you aren’t supposed to know he’s throwing a party just for you. Or Minghao, before he learned the art of deceit, and held his disdain like a badge on his face. 

You seem to have honed the skill of psychics better than most, confident in your ability as a higher-risk party trick. 

Skipping into the new semester at uni, you enter your lecture hall at the reasonable hour of 8 in the morning, expecting nothing but the usual. No surprises were to come your way today, just another first day back, fueling for the coming months.

You push the doors of your lecture hall open, ready to greet your professor for Pure Mathematics 171, pushing your spirits high to commence your per semester buttering. What you find though, is the front desk crowded with students wanting to do the exact same, all for the professor that would be teaching the most dreaded unit of the course. Of course. 

You spot Soonyoung among the crowd as he spots you at the door as well. You note how gleeful he looks at this hour. This can’t be good. Hao too presses his mouth together in an attempt to conceal his budding smile, hand to mouth when he miserably fails.

What on Earth was so funny? 

Attempting to crane your neck, over and under, to catch a glimpse of the ever popular professor, you find yourself blocked by the sea of math nerds and ass-kissers just like yourself. Curiosity was becoming a little too much for you to bear, not that your friends sniggering and whispering while looking directly at you was helping at all. You were just about to march up to the two and demand to be put on their shoulders to see what the fuss was about. Until—

“Alright! It’s almost 8, let’s save the chatter for after class, how about?” you hear a voice boom in the centre of the anthill. 

You knew that voice.

You watch in slow motion as the hoard of bodies disperse, not missing the pointed glances of both your friends directed at the teacher’s table. 

And then you see it. Standing there, looking down at his folder sheets, dry-erase marker in hand. 

Choi Seungcheol.

Choi Seungcheol was your professor.

Your boyfriend was your professor.

How did this happen? Did he know about this? Was he keeping it from you? Were you blind when you read the clear ‘Dr. Kim’ next to your unit code? 

Seungcheol doesn’t notice you standing there slack mouthed and frozen in his classroom. Until he does. 

Instead of mimicking your shocked expression, you watch as his mouth goes to pull what you recognise as a smirk. 

Oh, he thinks this is hilarious. 

His eyebrows are raised as he questions you, “Will you be taking a seat, miss?” 

It’s then that you realise you're in the middle of a lecture hall with about a hundred eyes watching you as you gape at your collective professor. Could they be mistaking your imminent horror as you checking him out? 

If this was another situation maybe you would have, but this was starting to sound like a sick joke. 

But alas, you could not confront your professor like that, at least not in front of an audience. So you find it within yourself to slowly slug towards the staircase to plant yourself next to your friends. Both of whom were having the absolute time of their lives watching your dazed expression. 

You might have committed murder that day. 

You’re forced to snap out of it as you hear Seungcheol - professor Choi - begin to speak at the front of the class.

“Good morning everybody,” he starts, hands on his desk, a pleasant expression on his face as he awaits a response from his borderline comatose students. A chorus of good mornings greet him back, excluding your own.

“Hope you guys had a good break, welcome to Pure Math 171, my name is Professor Choi” he moves to scribble his name on the whiteboard, “And I would like to be referred as such.” 

His gaze finds you in your seat as he utters those words. He is quick to shift.

“We’re gonna be starting light today, I’ll be going through our unit guide and grading system…” 

Seungcheol talks. And talks. And talks. And you don’t listen. You watch instead.

You’re mad at him. Really mad at him. But you can’t help but wonder as he walks around looking like that. He’s in the simplest dress shirt and slacks of a neutral colour, but he wears it oh so well. 

You’ve watched him every morning as he gets dressed for work, knowing his attire has always suited him. Your friends who have been in his classes have expressed their disappointment when told he wasn’t single, and promptly draw open in shock when they realize it's you that’s snagged him before the world could. 

Seungcheol, for lack of a better word, hits different when he’s in his element. His hair is pushed back and out of his face, noting how his glasses look so much sexier when he’s pacing the room with hands dipped in his pockets. He’s speaking tongues of numbers and symbols, and it’s suddenly the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

But you're mad at him. It shouldn’t be that hard to remind yourself. 

“You know, you’re being real ungrateful for a person who just got a free pass on the hardest class this fucking insitution can cook up,” Soonyoung whisper-shouts next to you.

Minghao quips beside him, “Look alive, sister, you’ve hit the jackpot.”

“Were you two in on it?” you finally snap, irritated at their apparent glee. 

Soonyoung snorts, “Fuck, no, we saw him when we walked in this morning”

“So did he know?” 

“Oh, I think Professor Choi would be glad to tell you himself after hours,” Minghao sleazes while Soonyoung throws you the greasiest wink known to man. 

Disgusted and disturbed, you turn your attention back to the front of the room. You’re still disgusted and disturbed. Seungcheol is still there, looking like he does, scribbling some example equation on the board. 

“Hmm. I think professor Choi ought to know his favourite student’s having trouble paying attention? We can’t have that, you should move up front.”

You do move. Away from your friends to the seats higher up. 

It’s a mind-numbing two hours in which you think you experience every emotion possible. 

You think of your friends who have sat in his classes all semester, that have ogled him and admitted his apparent attractiveness. There were people in this room that were thinking the very same thing in this very moment, and it was making your skin crawl. You wanted to get up and scream: This is your boyfriend.

But alas, you are but a tired, tired college student. He wouldn’t fail you, would he? Then again, he has a ruthless streak of keeping you from the lights of life when you’re slacking in dire times. You might be the love of his life, but he remains a man of discipline. 

It’s an annoying trait, but only ever in the moment. He might be the sole reason you haven’t completely lost yourself in the sea of academics. 

“I think we can wrap up with that, it’s basic stuff but it won’t hurt to revise on your own before next week when we really get into it,” Seungcheol’s voice booms.

There’s a churn in your stomach for some reason, and you have to neutralize your breathing as you watch the lecture hall slowly empty out. A few students remain lingering at the front desk for yet another round of buttering. Seungcheol entertains them, pleasant smile on his face, nodding along to something. You remain seated, arms and legs crossed as you stare daggers into the top of Seungcheol’s head as he speaks with his students. 

The remaining students file out as well, and you notice how Soonyoung and Minghao are long gone, leaving just you and Seungcheol alone in this big, big room. 

It’s only then that he looks up searching, to check if you had left yet.

He remembered quick. 

His eyes finally land on your, disgruntled, tight form, refusing to make eye contact for more than three seconds before huffing audibly, moving to put away your things. Seungcheol moves around his front desk, hands in pockets, hiking his way up the lecture steps to where you were at the top row. 

You’re shoving your laptop in your bag by the time he’s done with his trek, planting himself on the chair next to you loudly. You ignore him.

“Do you think we’d get in trouble if they caught us like this?” he muses after a few silent moments.

“Caught us like what?” You snap. There goes your pledge to remain silent.

“You can’t possibly think a teacher and his student caught in a classroom by themselves is necessarily a point in our favor” 

“I’ll do the honors then” with that you’re swinging your bag over your shoulder to trudge behind him to the steps leading down, wanting to be out of his presence for the time being. 

You’re barely past him when there’s a grip on your wrist, firm and purposeful, that tugs you backwards in a harsh manner. The bag on your shoulder is sent to the floor while you, in your entirety, are sent straight into Seungcheol’s lap. 

Bastard. 

The smirk on his face is enough to send you into a pot of livid fumes, right after you’re done balancing yourself on his shoulders. You try not to grip on too tight. 

“What makes you think you can leave without being dismissed?”  

“What the fuck.” 

“Language, miss. I don’t tolerate obscenities in my classroom.” It might’ve been a menacing threat, but with what lay behind the glint in his eyes you knew he was being a little shit. 

It takes you every fibre in your body to refrain from thinking too much about him. Him and his hands that rest on your thighs, him and his hands that are placed near your waist, stroking and pressing into your shirt. 

No, you're mad at him.

“Did you know?” you ask finally, tired of the back and forth.

“Nope,” he replies, “Found out when you walked in.” 

“Do you not read your attendance sheet? Isn’t that your job? You had the entirety of summer to give me a heads up, this is your fault!” 

“Dr. Kim got into an accident last night, she’s out of service for the rest of the semester. I didn’t know until I came in for my other class I was being switched over—” 

“How does that happen?!” you almost yell.

He’s silent for a moment before beginning again, “Do you want me to ask for another class?” 

Wait, what. 

“I didn’t say that—” You can’t finish because your being pushed off your seat on his lap to stand while he gets up as well.

“I’ll go talk to the co-ordinator then, class isn’t working out for me.” With that he’s trudging back down the steps, making a beeline for the door.

You’re left stunned at the top of the stairs, not knowing if he was being serious or not. Were you about to let his presence bother you that bad? To the point he had to switch classes? What were you even that upset about? 

Twirling around in place trying to look for the bag that was strewn about earlier, you grab the straps and race down the steps. If Seungcheol can hear your bounding footsetps, he doesn’t show it. Instead you crash into his back just as he’s about to leave the room, to which he turns around. 

The smirk seems glued to his face and you realize right then you may have been lured. With the 180° that had become of your perception, you couldn’t be mad at him anymore, cooling off the simmer that had been brewing for the past couple hours. 

“Maybe…Maybe I can live with seeing your face for a couple hours a week,” you mumble, suddenly unable to maintain eye contact.

He lets out an incredulous laugh, “Couple hours a week?! Do you realise we sleep in the same bed at night, pretty sure that’s more than a couple hours.”

“You know what I meant!” you huff, arms crossed and turning your head away. You cringe slightly at how you voice echoes across the large lecture hall. 

Feeling his hands enclose yours, pulling your body slowly towards him, you bring yourself to look back up at him. His hands come up behind you when you’re close enough, snaking up your back and waist. You try not to shudder, but it’s hard when you know he’s doing it on purpose. There’s warmth that radiates off of him, a stark contrast from the chill classroom, your fingers finding purchase around his own waist.

There’s more of that same warmth when he kisses you, short pecks, yet ones that have you smiling against his lips. The curve remaining as he rests his forehead on yours.

“Let’s go home, just need to grab my stuff,” he says, but makes no effort to move from his position.

“Are you already done for the day?” you frown.

“No,” he muses, “But it’s only the first day. Besides, I wanna sit in bed with my girl while I map her out for the first assignment of the semester.” 

“Does your girl get premium access?” 

“Hm, maybe.” 

Before you can refute, the door of the room bursts open with a bang that reaches straight into your soul. With the way Seungcheol’s eyes widen, you don’t doubt the same was happening in his own chest. 

There isn’t enough time for you to pull away before hearing gasps alluding from the threshold. 

Soonyoung and Minghao stand at the door, scandalized looks complete with hands over their faces. Hao shakes his head in mock disappointment, eyes pointed. Soonyoung pulls out his hands, framing them like he was taking a picture of the both of you gripping each other.

“Now what would the bulletin look like with these two on the front cover? You’re friends with Seok, right? D’you think you could put a word in?” Soonyoung yaps, the most insufferable look on his face.

Seungcheol laughs, to your surprise, and looks over to you, “What d’you think the bulletin would look like with his F on the front cover?” 

“D’you think you could put a word in?” you raise your eyebrows. 

His smile widens but he’s being pulled away as both your friends move forward to surround him. You vaguely register Soonyoung cupping your boyfriend’s face delicately, singsonging about their years of friendship, or how Hao has his arms wrapped around him in a back hug, head on his shoulder. 

You vaguely register any of it, because you’re smiling too hard at the scene. Smiling too hard when Seungcheol catches your eye, before bursting out laughing, attempting to wrestle the two off of him. 

You bring your phone up to the chaos instead of your hands, wanting to frame the scene for real this time. 

[sky-kiss]

Pinned Post: Guess I Should Make One

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Long Fic:

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Oh, god. Why didn't I NAME any of these. The titles get unhinged:

Angry Raphael Doing Torture

Raphael Speaking Infernal to Tav is Sexy

Tav is a Moron Who Signed a Contract Without Reading It

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Tav Accepts Raphael's Offer to Go to Hell (But in a Hot Way?)

Raphael Dancing with Tav

Tav is in Danger, Raphael Saves Her

Tav Snoops Around the Devil's Den (Raph is Right There, Idiot)

Raphael Attempts A Love Confession (Local Devil Crashes/Burns)

Softer Raphael? I Think This One Involves Cuddles

Word Prompts: Love & Worth

Raphael x Haarlep: Haarlep Teaches Raph a Lesson

Raph X Tav: Sex in Front of Mirror

Raphael Get Mugged (But Not Killed!) in his OWN HOUSE

Local Devil Publicly Shamed, Emergency Contact Still His Ex

Local Devil Exploits Idiot BFF's Propensity for Dying

Devil's Boyfriend Asks Out Devil's Idiot Crush; Is Only Sane Person

Local Devil Too Lazy to Shave Himself, But Also Sexy/Shirtless

Local Devil Partners and Terrible Drow Bitch About Parents

Reader Makes Very Bad Choices with Local Ascended Fiend

Local Devil Gets a Treat (Smut)

Local Devil Reminds You He Is Not for Cuddles (He Is)

Local Devil Sandwich Local Idiot (But Cute)

Coffee Shop AU: Friends Attempt to Help Local Idiot Date Hot Man

Coffee Shop AU 2: Friends Takes Matters Into Own Hands Due to Growing Disgust and Repulsion with Local Idiot and Hot Man

Local Devil Masquerades as Priest; Local Idiot Fooled

Local Devil and Local Idiot Just Kinda Grind on Each Other?

Local Devil and Local Idiot Throwdown in Hell

Local Idiot Tries to Rob Local Devils, Is Shocked by Repercussions

Coffee Shop AU 3: Local Idiot and Hot Man Flirt After Date

Coffee Shop AU 4: Just Some Shower Cuddles

Local Idiots Saves Local Devil's Lives: Is a Threesome Currency?

Coffee Shop AU 5: Snowday

Ascended Fiend Raphael Smut

Local Devil Is Kind of Nice for Once, Offers Bath

Local Devil is Truly Over the Local Idiot's Stupidity

Raphael Solo Sexy-Time

Reader Get Wrecked By Local Devils

Local Devil is Feeling Soft for Local Idiot

Local Idiot is so Dumb She Causes Local Devil Psychic Damage

Local Devil naps on Local Idiot

Reader is Hunted by Haarlep and Ascended Fiend Raphael

Local Devil Horrified by Own Child

Local Devil Not Dead, Gets Some Horrible Revenge via Local Idiot

Huge Devil Creatures Gives Cuddles

Local Devil Really Badly Burned (But not Dead!)

Local Devil Mistaken for Tiefling (Exhausted)

Things go Very Badly for Local Idiot

Local Devil Catches a Cold

Local Devil Introduces Local Idiot To Devil Father. It's bad

Asmodeus x Baalphegor

Local Idiot Kills Devil Crush, Consults Major Devil Hottie for Help

Local Idiot has Pissed Off Local Devil, Relationship in Shambles

Local Devil Transforms Nude

Local Devil has Beautiful Hands

Coffeehouse AU: Office Hours

Local Devils go "Fishing"

Local Idiot Helps Bloody Naked Local Devil to Take a Bath

Dadphael: His Kids are Thieves

Local Idiots Gets Absolutely Destroyed by Local Devils

Local Devils are Genuinely Awful: Bad Ending

Local Demon Seduces Local Idiot

Raphael x F!Tav: Corruption Smutlet

Raphael x F!Tav: War

CoffeShop Au Part Whatever: It's Snowy or Rainy and they Cuddle

Raphael and an Angel Play Chess or Something

Raphael is really too old to be drinking milk but here we are

Doll!Tav Get Their World Rocked By Raph/Haarlep

Local Devil "Comforts" a Sad/Tired Tav

Raphael and Haarlep Wreck Local Idiot

Modern AU Snippet Channeling some House of Usher

Haarlep and Raphael have some Bath Fun

Raphael and Tav have a Kissy in Honor of Kissy Day

Raphael is not dead (but is pissed off)

Raphael is too good for sex but is still going bang you

Early Raphael/Haarlep

Raphael Lingers in Bed and has big cat energy

Post post post canon Raphael GETS THE BIG WIN

Raphael & Jaheira have a catty conversation

Random Crap (Headcanons & Stuff) & Other People's DOPE ART:

Raph x Joi: Dirty Headcanons

Joi Looks Like This

Timeskip Raphael (SHAHS, YOU QUEEN)

Raphael & Joi Shopping (Please Note the Brooch)

Simply Drew a Gorgeous Joi (Thank you!)

Simply Drew Raphael and Raphael

Commission of Duchess Joi!

Simply Drew The Cutest Raph/Joi I've Ever Seen, Go, Gaze Upon It

Simply Drew a Sexy Murder Joi (Fresh from hunting her not husband)

Commission of Archduke Raphael and Duchess Joi

Ok. I think that's all of them. You no longer have to roam the wilds of the blog if you do not wish. I have released you from that dark task. Love ya'll. You're great. /finger guns/ Send me asks if you want. If I don't get to them immediately, I apologize.

But yeah. Keep on keeping on. Keep like...being amazing for Raphael. He doesn't deserve it, and he won't appreciate it, but like...I dunno.

[buddierecs]

slow burn buddie fics

all explicit rating - 18+ only!!!! make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

something touched me (like a knife-blade) by: kithmet "eddie self-implodes. christopher, seeking refuge, flees to buck—whose priorities amount to, in varying order: take in the kid, get eddie to talk to him, and keep the three of them afloat in the process. (oh, and tommy’s there too. he thinks.)" word count: 42k important tags: season 7 fix it fic, emotional infidelity, feelings realisation, mutual pining, getting together, mental health issues, codependency, love confessions, anal sex, barebacking what's love got to do with it? by: colormeparanoid "after buck’s and eddie’s dates both end with disasters – proving once again that maybe dating just wasn’t meant for them – they decide to simply settle for each other. if there was one person in the world they'd ever trust with their hearts, it was each other. and who was a better person to date other than your very own best friend?" word count: 134k important tags: platonic boyfriends, fluff, light angst, getting together, idiots to lovers, non-sexual intimacy, oblivious!buddie i hit the accelerator (but the car was in reverse) by: extasiswings, letmetellyouaboutmyfeels "when buck is forced to confront the truth about his breakup with abby, having casual sex with his hot new coworker seems like the best rebound idea. unfortunately, that hot new coworker turns into his best friend. but best friends can keep having sex with each other, right? there's no way this could possibly go wrong." word count: 68k important tags: friends with benefits, angst and feels, idiots to lovers, blow jobs, hand jobs, shower sex, anal sex, dom/sub, aftercare courtship behaviours of the southern coastal husbros by: mad_lori "buck and eddie decide to become platonic domestic partners and co-parents. they are 100% super normal about it and absolutely nothing is awakened in them, except a mutual annoyance at being referred to as "husbros." word count: 49k important tags: domestic partners, christopher diaz has two dads, friends to lovers, demisexual!eddie diaz, sexuality crisis, first kiss, eventual smut, oral sex wishing to be the friction by: ipretendtobesane "the straight eddie friends with benefits fic" word count: 97k important tags: friends with benefits, hand jobs, blow jobs, rimming, first time, pining, porn with plot

meet me in the middle (underneath a little bit of mistletoe) by: princessfbi "buck and eddie agree to fake date each other to get through dinner with their parents during the holidays" word count: 40k important tags: fake dating, mutual pining, idiots in love, anxiety, angst, fluff, smut, protective!buddie, getting together, soft!eddie diaz further than your blood (or than bones) by: letmetellyouaboutmyfeels "once, eddie chose to save a newly turned against his better judgment. five hundred years ago, buck was saved by a rescuer he thought was a hallucination. now they're together again and about to find out just how far either of them will go to try and deny what they are to each other." word count: 50k important tags: vampires au, mutual pining, psychic abilities, violence, blood kink, unsafe sex, blow jobs, anal sex leading with the left by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels "when buck said he was a "bartender" in "south america" what he actually meant was "stripper" in "mexico." and when eddie said, "what's your problem?" what he actually meant was, "is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?" in other words, there's a few things the 118 doesn't know about buck. Or eddie. Or buck and eddie's relationship." word count: 84k important tags: strangers to lovers, stripper!buck, emotional slow burn, miscommuication

good pretender by: likeshipsonthesea "an au where buck broke up with taylor before 5b, ravi and buck become (actually platonic) friends with benefits, and ravi, eddie, and buck all go on a journey of self-discovery that ends with them all getting what they need" word count: 85k important tags: friends with benefits (buckandravi), casual sex, childhood tramua, healing, feelings realisation, jealous!eddie diaz, ptsd, love confessions, anal sex eddie diaz vs the feelings by: elvensorcess "eddie dives into the mysteries of attraction, romantic love, and asexuality because there's a good chance he's fallen in love with his best friend. aka demisexual!eddie figures out he’s demi and finds the happily ever after he’s been longing for" word count: 62k important tags: demisexual!eddie diaz, idiots in love, sexual tension, frottage, hand jobs, anal sex, soft!buddie, top!evan buckley, bottom!eddie diaz

[alisonsfics]

saved my life

pairing: tony dinozzo x reader

summary: after you accidentally hint at your feelings for tony on a stakeout, his safety is threatened and it’s up to you to save him.

word count: 3k

warnings: violence, guns, mention of sex dreams

“C’mon, I’m bored. Let’s play twenty questions.” Tony suggested, looking over at you. You both were on day four of a stakeout, and Tony was starting to get restless.

You both were sitting in a car, waiting for your suspect to show at the pier you were at.

You looked over at Tony sitting in the drivers seat. His bottom lip was stuck out as he gave you puppy dog eyes. “Fine,” you said, giving in.

“I go first. What’s the worst excuse you’ve ever used to get out of a date?” Tony asked, with a curious twinkle in his eyes.

You thought about it for a second, when a memory came charging to your mind. Tony knew you had an answer when he saw your face drop. “You know what it is, but don’t want to say it.” He said, smirking at you.

You took a deep breath before preparing to tell a story you swore you’d take to the grave. “It wasn’t exactly a date, but I was at a coffee shop one day. This guy came over and didn’t get the hint that I wasn’t interested. He just kept trying to flirt with me. Then, I saw McGee walk in the coffee shop. He had no idea what was going on, so he came over to say hi. I pretended he was my boyfriend and introduced him to the guy as my boyfriend. McGee was thrown off and nervous, so I got up to hug him…” you started to explain, before stopping.

“Don’t stop now, it’s just getting good.” Tony said, encouraging you to continue.

You prayed McGee wouldn’t mind that you were telling this story.

“McGee thought I was trying to kiss him as a part of the illusion, so he kissed me. I wasn’t expecting it, so it was the most awkward thing I’ve ever done.” You said, covering your eyes with your hands.

Tony’s jaw dropped. “You kissed McProbie?” He asked, his voice getting all high and squeaky. You just nodded your head, still hiding your shame.

“We go undercover as a couple all the time, and I’ve never gotten to kiss you.” Tony complained. You pulled your hands off your face. “That’s what you took away from that story?” You asked, rolling your eyes at him.

Tony was always overly interested in your love life.

“I guess I’m just feeling a little left out.” Tony said, pretending to pout like a child. You huffed to yourself. “It was a kiss, Tony. No big deal,” you said, simply.

You quickly leaned over and pecked his lips. “See? No big deal,” you said, smugly. You knew you had left Tony speechless. He was sitting, frozen in his seat.

You had a tiny crush on Tony.

“My turn. Who’s your celebrity crush?” You asked him. You waited for Tony to snap out of the daze you put him in. When he did, his answer was immediate. “Jennifer Lopez,” he said, simply.

“Who was your last sex dream about?” He asked you, catching you off guard. Tony saw the way your eyes went wide, which only intrigued him more.

You shook your head, quickly. “I want another question.” You said, trying to avoid the conversation completely.

There was no way you were telling Tony you had a sex dream about him.

And you couldn’t think of any lies that would be a better answer.

The smirk on Tony’s face grew. “You don’t want to tell me for a reason. It’s somebody I know, isn’t it?” He asked, as giddy as a kid in a candy shop.

His mind was racing through the list of people it could be.

“I am not telling you,” you said, crossing your arms.

Tony stared at you, almost hoping he could psychically find the answer. Then, you could almost see the lightbulb go off in his head.

“Was it about our very own McProbius?” He asked you. Tony was extremely confident that his answer was right.

When you simply shook your head, he didn’t know what to think.

“Well there’s no way it’s Palmer, no offense to Jimmy,” Tony said, and then he froze. He glanced over at you with a horrified expression. He placed his hand on your shoulder. “It’s not…Gibbs, is it? Cause, I do not want to know about that,” Tony asked, his disgust clear on his face.

You knew how determined Tony could get. He wouldn’t stop asking until he figured it out.

“Will you stop guessing already? It was you, Tony.” You admitted, exasperated. You had never seen Tony so stunned. Then, his shocked expression changed into his signature smirk.

You knew you had just encouraged his ego, which was never a good thing.

“Tell me about it,” he said, almost whispering. You flicked him on the forehead. “Not happening,” you told him, smugly.

He grabbed ahold of your hand, while looking at you with a desperate expression. “Please, I need to know. I’m not afraid to beg.” He asked you.

“You only get one question. It’s my turn now. You ever have a sex dream about me?” You asked, trying to put Tony on the defensive. It didn’t work.

“Several,” he answered quickly, as though it was common sense.

“Now back to my questions. Tell me about yours,” he said. You had tried to turn it around on Tony, but now you were the one sitting with your jaw dropped.

“I don’t even know what you want to know, Tony.” You said, trying to dismiss it. He shrugged. “Whatever you want to tell me. Was it any good?” He asked you, already knowing your answer from the way your cheeks were tinted pink.

“Yes, it was very good, Tony. We were at a fancy hotel. We were undercover, but ummm, we weren’t faking anything.” You said, feeling thoroughly embarrassed.

You noticed the way Tony smiled and the sparkle in his eyes.

“So, you would say I…left you pretty satisfied?” He asked, pushing his limits. As soon as the words left his lips, you swiftly punched him in the arm. “Ow,” he exclaimed, holding his hand over his upper arm.

“No more details for you. Move on and ask another question.” You told him.

“Biggest turn on in a guy?” He asked, far more interested than he should have been.

You decided to give him payback and mess with his head a little.

You used this high-pitched, giggly voice. “I just really love Italian guys who work for NCIS. Also, major bonus points if he’s a movie buff.” You teased him. His excited disposition faded pretty quickly.

“Not fair,” he said, frowning. You continued to giggle to yourself.

“Alright, Mr Italian Dreamboat, how many women have you slept with?” You asked a question you’d always wanted to know.

Tony simply chuckled. “You really think I know the number?” He boasted.

You felt your jealousy take over. You had been into Tony forever. Sometimes you worried he would rather sleep with every other girl in DC over you.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. God forbid Anthony Dinozzo have a serious relationship that isn’t just about sex.” You said, not meaning to sound so snarky.

Tony was usually a light-hearted person. You watched that entire exterior fade away. The glare that he sent you made you realize you screwed up.

“Low blow. You want to kick some dirt in my eyes too? It’s not enough to just stomp on my wounds?” Tony scoffed, before getting out of the car and slamming the door.

You turned on your earpiece that connected only to Tony’s. “Tony, wait, come back. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry,” you begged him to come back.

You knew his safety was at risk if the suspect showed up.

You watched Tony take his earpiece out as he was walking away. He threw it on the ground and stomped on it with his shoe.

Tony was walking closer and closer to the edge of the pier, and you were worried he’d bump into the suspect.

Then, you noticed a suspicious van appear at the other end of the pier. You knew it was the suspect. Tony was walking straight for it, not knowing, of course.

You grabbed your gun and leaped out of the car. “Tony, your one o’clock.” You scream, as you’re running towards him. Then, you saw shots start getting fired at Tony.

Tony ducked down behind some boxes, but you couldn’t tell if he got hit or not.

You stopped in place, carefully aiming at the suspect. You shot two rounds into his chest, and he fell to the ground.

Tony looked over at you, giving you a thumbs up to tell you he was okay. He walked towards the suspect who was lying on the ground. He kicked his gun away from him.

You had turned around to walk back to the car. You needed to call in Gibbs and Ducky. Then you heard Tony shout your name.

You turned around and saw Tony fighting with some other guy. The guy was using a construction-style chain and hitting Tony with it.

You started sprinting towards Tony, but you weren’t sure you’d get to him fast enough.

The guy knocked Tony’s gun out of his hand.

The guy dropped the chain as he went to grab the gun, and Tony’s foot got caught in the chain.

In the struggle for the gun, the guy bumped Tony into the water.

You watched the entire scene in slow motion. You felt a pit open up in your stomach. It was enough to eat you whole.

“Tony!” You screamed as your heart stopped. In a mad rush of adrenaline, you shot the guy three times as you were running.

You dived right into the water. You saw Tony struggling to swim with the heavy chain pulling him down.

The water was only probably fifteen feet deep, but Tony was sinking fast.

You swam down to him. Your first instinct was to grab the chain and try to carry it as Tony swims up. It was too heavy for you to pick up, even in the water.

He sunk a little further and his feet hit the ground. You thought the chain was just wrapped around his shoe, so you pulled his shoe off his foot.

You realized the chain was around his ankle. Tony, who was looking down at you, noticed the look of panic in your eyes. You tugged at the chain, but it wouldn’t budge.

You looked at Tony and held up one finger. You quickly swam to the top, grabbed a breath, and then swam back down.

You could tell he was struggling at this point. You began to panic.

You felt Tony’s hands grab your shoulders. You looked up at him. He looked resigned. “It’s okay,” he mouthed to you. You shook your head, refusing to let him die.

You swam back down to where his ankle is. With a new determination, you unknotted the mess of chain and slip his leg out.

A smile spread across your face. You looked up at Tony, expecting a relieved expression, but he was unconscious.

You wrapped his limp arm around your shoulders and swam him to the surface.

Tony had never failed you, and you were going to be damned if you ever failed him.

Gasping for air, you pulled Tony up onto the pier.

“Please, Tony,” you whispered as you started chest compressions.

Nothing was working.

You would never be able to get the image of Tony’s lifeless body out of your head.

You leaned his head back. “You’re gonna hate that you missed this.” You mumbled, pinching his nose and blowing air into his mouth.

He still laid lifeless.

“C’mon, Tony, please. Come back to me,” you begged. You started your chest compressions again.

You felt Tony’s hand, which was pressed up against your knee, poke you lightly. You almost thought you imagined it.

Then, Tony jolted awake, coughing up water. A smile instantly spread on your face. You helped lift Tony’s head up for him to cough up all the water he inhaled.

You collapsed next to him. You clutched onto Tony’s arm, resting your forehead against his shoulder. “You kissed me, didn’t you?” He asked, causing you to giggle.

Only Tony would come inches from death and still have a joke ready on the tip of his tongue.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” You demanded. Breathlessly, he just nodded. “I promise,” he said, reaching over and interlacing his fingers with yours.

You used all your energy to pull yourself up to a sitting position. You looked down at him, and just felt thankful you hadn’t lost him.

You cupped his face, your eyes beginning to tear up. “Tony, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean any of what I said. I was just feeling jealous. What I said was uncalled for. I swear, I didn’t mean it.” You apologized.

His lips curved to form a smile. “I love you too,” he said, placing his hand over yours.

“Now, c’mere, I can’t sit up.” He said, beckoning you down to kiss him. His cold lips pressed against yours.

He chuckled as your wet hair dripped water droplets onto his forehead. He pressed another short kiss to your lips before pulling away.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have stormed off. I risked your safety, and I never should have done that.” He told you, honestly.

You heard tires screeching as Gibbs and Ducky pulled up to where you were. You both were supposed to update Gibbs every 15 minutes on the status of the stakeout. When Gibbs hadn’t gotten that message, he called both your phones, which were both so full of water that they wouldn’t be working any time soon. That’s when he knew something was wrong.

Gibbs raced over to you both. “What happened? Are you both okay?” He asked, hurriedly.

“Tony almost drowned. I had to perform CPR. Ducky needs to check him out.” You told Gibbs, who signaled Ducky. Ducky started setting up his supplies in the back of the truck.

“We have to get you over to the truck, Dinozzo. L/N, help me carry him.” Gibbs said. You both went to Tony’s sides and helped him onto the stretcher to sit down.

“Duck's gonna look at him. Let me check you out.” Gibbs said, pulling you to the side.

“I’m fine, Gibbs.” You dismissed it. He ignored what you said and started looking at your face. “You’ve got a scratch, come here,” Gibbs said.

You tried to pull away from his hand, but he didn’t let you. He grabbed the first aid kit in his pocket. “I don’t need this. I’m fine.” You argued.

Gibbs shook his head. He cleaned your cut with a wipe, and then put a bandaid on your cut. “Here, take this,” he said, slipping his NCIS jacket around your shoulders since you were shivering.

By that point, you were in tears. “Are you alright?” He asked, placing his hands on your arms.

You smacked him away. “This your fault. I told you we needed backup. I told you we needed backup that was close. I knew something could go wrong.” You yelled with tears streaming down your face.

“Y/N!” He yelled, interrupting your rant. You looked up at him through the tears in your eyes.

He knew this rant wasn’t actually about you being angry.

“I almost lost him, Gibbs. He was just lying there. I thought I lost him. He just looked so…” you admitted, unable to say the word.

He wrapped his arms around you. “It’s okay, kid. You were there to protect him. You had his back. It’s okay. He's right over there. Ducky's gonna look at him and tell you he's fine. Why don’t you go talk to him? Okay?” He told you, rubbing your back.

You headed over to where Tony was sitting on the stretcher. “Everything okay, Ducky? Tony’s alright?” You asked him.

“Yes, I promise. I just need to check a few more things, but Anthony is fine. And that is thanks to you, my dear.” Ducky told you. That brought a smile to your face. You felt like you had failed Tony.

You sat on the stretcher next to Tony. “I know you’re probably doubting yourself right now, but you did everything right.” He assured you.

You turned to face him, stunned that he had so easily read your mind. Tony knew better than anyone. “You’re my partner. It’s my job to know exactly what you’re thinking.” He explained.

You started to tear up as you realized how special your’s and Tony’s bond was. You were aware of how close you had come to losing him. “I’m the reason you stormed off. If I had just kept my mouth shut, then none of this would have happened. I screwed up, Tony.” You told him, honestly.

Aside from your no-longer-secret crush on him, you had always told Tony everything.

Tony interlaced his fingers with yours, giving your hand a soft squeeze. “You didn’t screw up. You saved my life.” His voice cracked as he told you.

He leaned in towards you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. That was when you noticed how blue his lips were.

“Ducky, do you have one of those thermal blankets? Tony is freezing.” You asked, looking over at Ducky. He nodded and started to rummage through a cabinet.

“You could kiss me to warm me up.” Tony joked, nudging your leg with his. You giggled seeing the smirk on his face. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

Ducky handed you the silver blanket. You unfolded it and tried to wrap it around Tony’s shoulders.

“You’re just as cold as I am.” He protested, wrapping the blanket around the two of you. Under the blanket, his free hand found yours and interlaced your fingers.

Ducky I walked over towards the two of you again. “Everything looks good, Anthony. We can have Jethro or Timothy drive you both home. You both need to get into warm, dry clothes right away. Y/N, my dear, if you could just keep an eye on Anthony and call me if anything happens.” Ducky explained to you both.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let him out of my sight.” You said, smiling over at Tony.

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Mother dearest | Xavier Thorpe x Addams!Reader

Advent calendar day four: Winter Solstice

Summary: Xavier spends winter break at the Addams manor and celebrates Winter Solstice for the first time. When night comes, the two of you take advantage of the timing to conduct a séance and call someone special

I got most of my Winter Solstice and Yule knowledge from the Chilling adventures of Sabrina…and picked some other lore around the internet/from the Krampus movie. I apologize if some things are wrong, please don’t come at me

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Snow was falling outside the living room window as you helped your mother decorating the tree, dusting the Addams manor’s property ground with a light coat of white. It was pretty to look at, but all winter reminded you of was the frostbites you got on your hands as a child. 

‘’We're delighted to have you with us for the Winter Solstice, Xavier,’’ Granny Frump said, a little too fond of your boyfriend. 

It was very kind of your parents to invite Xavier over for winter break. His father was too busy to take some time from his schedule to spend time with his son, which would have left him spending the holidays alone at the academy. 

‘’Faustine would be so proud of the young man you became. She was a psychic too. Predicted many famous deaths…even her own!’’ 

Xavier smiled at the gray haired woman, uncertain how to respond. His memories of his godmother were hazy, having only seen her three times in his life — one of them being in her casket at her funeral.

‘’Children, Mother, gather here,’’ your mother invited after you placed the last ornament, saving Xavier from an endless uncomfortable conversation with Granny Frump. ‘’It’s time to light the yule log.’’

Your father brought a box of matches and handed them to your mother as Pugsley and Wednesday came down the stairs, joining you all before the fireplace. 

‘’Have you ever celebrated the Winter Solstice, Xavier?’’ Morticia asked, a box of matches in hand.

He shook his head. Holidays were not really a thing at home. ‘’No, Mrs. Addams.’’ 

Your mother lit the match with a crack, and as the flame flickered, she elaborated on the basics of winter solstice and significance of the Yule log. ‘’Remember, the Yule log is not a decoration. It’s a protection. It must burn continuously from now through the shortest day through the longest night until dawn. Otherwise, Satan knows what malevolent forces might come down our chimney.’’

‘’Like Krampus!’’ Pugsley interjected, a shiver of terror crossing his face. 

You and Wednesday had read him the tale of Krampus a few years ago, which gave him nightmares for months. Thinking back, it hadn’t been very nice of you, but only you and Wednesday were allowed to torment Pugsley. 

‘’Krampus?’’ Xavier echoed, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion. He glanced at you, silently asking for an explanation, but before you could respond, your twin sister took the lead.

‘’He is a hairy creature with cloven hooves and horns like goats. His long, pointed tongue lolls out and he has fangs...to eat the children he captures on his night out. During the Winter Solstice, he walks around the streets with chains, looking for badly behaved children to tie to them and take to his den,’’ Wednesday explained, concluding her explanation with a dark toward Pugsley. 

Xavier's eyes widened with a mix of curiosity and unease at Wednesday's vivid description of Krampus. ‘’Sounds like quite the character,’’ he said, trying to lighten the mood.

You wrapped a hand around his upper arm. ‘’Worry not, mon amour, if the fire is burning, he cannot come in,’’ you added in reassurance, providing a detail that Wednesday had conveniently omitted. 

‘’Children, that’s enough,’’ your mother intervened, her voice cutting through the tension. She stepped closer to the fireplace and successfully ignited the Yule log, the flames casted a warm glow across the living room. ‘’And now, the Solstice blessing.’’ 

Once the house was quiet and asleep, Xavier met you in your bedroom. The manor’s creaking wood floors were an easy betrayal so he had to be careful to not step on the wrong floor board. If your parents knew what you were up to, they would be livid.

‘’Did you bring it?’’ you whispered in the dimly lit space. 

Xavier reached through the collar of his shirt and retrieved a silver chain with a dainty ring looped through it: his mother’s ring. 

During the Winter Solstice, the veil between this world and the next is at its thinnest, making it the perfect time to conduct a séance. But beware, the thinness of this veil carried its own danger, which was why it was very important to keep the Yule log burning throughout the whole séance. If the fire were to die, any malicious spirits could seize the opportunity to slip through the transient gap and come to this world, to your chimney. 

You sat around the table you had prepared before Xavier’s arrival with an array of candles, a chalk-drawn pentagram and matches. ‘’You seem nervous, mon amour?’’ 

‘’I’m about to speak to my mother…who died seven years ago,’’ he said, his fingers fidgeting with the silver chain. ‘’This is surreal.’’ 

Despite your many shopping trips to Jericho, you had been unsuccessful to find something to give him. Nothing material felt right. He could buy himself anything he wanted with his father’s money. So you decided to give Xavier something that had no price to his eyes — a chance to speak to his mom again.  

‘’Are you sure it's safe?’’ Xavier asked, watching you light the lasts of the candles. 

‘’My mother’s side of the family has been doing this for generations, witchcraft is in our blood. I’ve been assisting my mother during her séances since I was three years old. I know what I’m doing.’’ You glanced at him over the candles. ‘’As long as Thing is keeping the Yule log burning, everything should be fine. Hand me the ring?’’ 

Xavier slipped the ring off the chain and placed it in the palm of your open hand, your fingers brushing against his. With care, you placed it in the middle of the table and began. 

‘’Hands facing down the table, pinkies touching,’’ you instructed, closing your eyes. ‘’Focus your energy. Send it to the table. If your mother is here, she may speak herself or through me or some combination.’’

Xavier nodded although you couldn’t see him.  

‘’Spirits below and above. Spirits in between, causing in the fabric betwixt worlds. We ask that the veil be lifted and you send forth the spirit of Delphine Thorpe. Delphine, you are welcome to this house, to the circle. If you’re here we ask that you make your presence known.’’

A sudden gust of wind blew into the room although no windows were open, sending a chill down your spine. 

Having felt it too, Xavier looked at you, his green eyes both excited and nervous. He looked around, careful to not rupture your pinkies on the table. 

A soft smile drew on your lips, the whisper of a woman’s voice echoing in your head. ‘’She said she’s here.’’ 

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[kiastirling]

Rules: Make a poll of your favourite female characters (no limits - as many or as little as you want) and see which your followers like the most!

No one tagged me I just wanted to do this one. Propaganda below the cut, with images (and links for the webcomic ones)

I wasn't tagged so I'm not tagging anyone either.

Propaganda time!

Freya Crescent:

She's a ratfolk ("Burmecian"). She's a dragoon. She's been looking for her boyfriend for 3 years and he has amnesia when she meets him once and then she never sees him again after the place housing the remains of her people is blown up. And still she goes on to save the world.

Lulu:

A black mage with some peak Final Fantasy fashion and her casting medium are a series of stuffed animals. Also she's very focused and taciturn and she ultimately falls in love with her dead boyfriend's goofy older brother which is a fun archetype.

Rica Brosca:

DA dwarves are so crunchy. She's castless (the lowest social class in dwarven society). Her sibling is a gangster and her bodyguard. She's fucking a Prince (possibly becoming King based on player decisions). She's the hottest girl in Dust Town and everyone knows it.

Bubbles:

She's hardcore. And an absolute baby. Love a strong girl who is also just. A girl.

Jessie/Musashi:

@/yamujiburo's Hanamusa AU has done things to me.

Lace Harding:

I reiterate: dwarves! But Lace is super cool and I love her.

Jesse Faden:

Okay I haven't played Control myself but I watched my partner play the whole thing which is certainly enough to say Jesse is cool. Her internal monologue and her friend are great and her single minded pursuit of saving her brother that got her to the Federal Bureau of Control is undeniable.

Amber O'Malley/Amazigirl (Dumbing of Age):

She's a shut-in, she's a (not-so) super hero, she writes horny Batman fanfic, she's plural. Her character arc the past 14 years has been really interesting to see and we're still only like halfway through the school year!

Tiffany "Susan" Pompoms (El Goonish Shive):

Tragic backstory? Check. Magic color changing hair? Check. Anti-Vampire magic? Check. Strong sense of justice? Also check. Horribly embarrassing name she's tried to bury by going by her middle name? Super check.

Susan has had a lot of character growth over the past... many many years. I like her a lot.

Yor Forger:

Best mom a psychic could ask for ❤️Yor is a deadly assassin and a terrible homemaker and she can be kind of a dip and I love her dearly

[hedgiwithapen]

Dhd prompt: Elliott Spencer and Shawn Spencer try to save Gus, who was kidnapped because he was mistaken for being Hardison

"You know, I think you got more badass," Shawn said. "You just punched that guy and he--"

"I think you got more annoying." Eliot said. "What the hell did you get yourself into? Aren't you pretending to be a psychic?"

"Don't tell me dad actually put that in the family newsletter," Shawn groaned. "I was very specific, I said "psychic detective" and I'm not preten--" he cut off at Eliot's glare.

"Right," Eliot said. He'd checked into it right after the Rand case, just to be sure.  His most annoying cousin-- 3rd cousin, once removed, to be exact, not getting into the adoptions-- was not scamming anyone, though he made it a point to make sure. Shawn wasn't the kind of guy the team was ever going to need to run a game on, though he had the annoying habit of making enemies, and hunting criminals. It paid to make sure none of his crew ended up on his radar. "He didn't. Now tell me again."

"We were investigating a murder. Same old same old. I tell the secretary, you know, Hi, I'm Mr. Spencer, consultant for the police, this is my associate, Sir Alexie Hardenflan, blah blah blah, can we see your computer--"

"You told her what?"

"Actually the secretary was a very nice gentleman named Tye," Shawn said. “I mean, he seemed like a nice gentleman.  Except for the whole being the real criminal mastermind part.”

Eliot took a breath to calm down. Then another. Then two more. Then he gave up on calming down "You told. Your suspect. In a murder case. Which involves the Mob. That you were Mr Spencer and your friend is...a name that sounds an awful lot like Alec Hardison. Why? Why would you do that? I thought his name was Gus?"

"It is! It's a cover identity, he loves it."

"Yeah, I bet he loved being mistaken for my hacker boyfriend, by the mob, which we sto--confiscated a lot of money from a while back."

"Oooooh, that would explain the ransom demand."

"You got. A ransom demand. And you didn't tell me? You don't think that was relevant?"

"Eliot, when emails go to my spam folder and have numbers like 40 million most people assume it's a scam."

"I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna help you save your friend and then I'm gonna kill you."

"That's the spirit," Shawn beamed. "Ooh, two more guys --"

"I heard em. Now shut up and do not, under any circumstances-"

"Mention any of this at the next reunion. Got it." (they save Gus. Shawn absolutely tells all the aunties. Lassiter is convinced that Shawn’s Cousin’s Girlfriend is an art thief but is unable to prove it. Juliet tells him to stop being paranoid. Hardison gives Gus tips for next time, and Gus tells Shawn there better not be a next time.)

[veritas-scribblings]

horoscope - @jegulus-microfic- words: 536

‘Pandora says a lot of things. You’d be stupid to listen to her.’ Regulus rolls his eyes. He tries to force his way into the dormitory, but the door won’t budge as James has likely put the full weight of his body against it. And pity for Regulus, because James is heavier and stronger. ‘For fucks’ sake, James!’

‘Just go away!’ James yells from the inside of his dorm. ‘I can’t see you! It’s bad luck! It’ll throw me off my game.’ 

Regulus steps backwards, glaring at the closed door. Somewhere down the stairs, Sirius is pissing himself laughing and all of Gryffindor is likely listening into the commotion. Because one James Potter, Head Boy and captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, is flat out refusing to see Regulus as he believes that it will bring him ‘bad luck’. 

Regulus screams, a shapeless, formless sound of sheer frustration, and kicks the dormitory door. He knows he’s being childish, but so is James, honestly. ‘We’re meant to go to Hogsmede, you stupid, gullible idiot!�� 

There’s silence from the other side of the door for a moment before James yells back, ‘Just go with Barty and leave me alone. Talking to you is enough to bring the bad luck! I can’t risk it!’

‘Fine. Have it your way. And for the record, I hate you.’ Regulus scowls and storms down the stairs and out of the Gryffindor common room, past Sirius who is red-faced and still howling with laughter. 

He finds Pandora leaving the Great Hall. She smiles and waves when she sees him, passing him a shiny red apple she’s likely stolen from breakfast. A bribe, perhaps. He loves her. He really does. But love and apples will not save her. He has every intention of murdering her and framing James for the crime, because she has absolutely no right to screw with his love life.

‘What the hell did you do to my boyfriend? What did you say to him?’

Pandora smiles at him, a hint of amusement tucked behind her otherwise dreamy expression. ‘You said you wanted to do anything to win the match against Gryffindor, did you?’ She tucks the apple into his pocket when he doesn’t take it. ‘I may have implied that seeing you has a strong correlation with losing the final match against Slytherin.’

‘What?’ Regulus frowns as they exit the entrance hall and make the long trek to Hogsmede. ‘You’re not psychic.’

Pandora laughs airily. ‘Well, James thinks I am, and that’s all that matters, isn’t it? You wanted to win. I’ve helped you win.’

‘I didn’t mean terrifying James into avoiding me,’ Regulus hisses, stopping halfway down the path that weaves out of the castle grounds. ‘The game is two weeks away!’

Pandora pats him reassuringly on the arm and then takes his hand to led him down the path, through a group of students who snap angrily at the intrusion, and out the school gates. ‘He’s James Potter,’ she says. ‘He’s head-over-heels gone for you. He’ll never be able to stay away. So he’ll see you. Then he’ll be preoccupied with the thought that it’s jinxed him into losing. And he’ll be off his game and lose. And the Cup will be yours.’

[lonesome-witching]

Lonely

This might be my first time writing actual angst. I tried my best but I'm not sure if this is angsty enough. Feedback is welcome.

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

“I gotta say I’m a little surprised you’re here,” Steve said as Robin fell down on the couch next to him.

“I’m surprised you’re here.” Robin took a sip of her drink. She hated the taste of beer.

“Driving the kids.”

“Nancy invited me,” Robin admitted.

Steve nodded, as if it made sense Robin did exactly what Nancy asked of her. Probably because Robin did exactly what Nancy asked of her. It was a flaw that had formed over spring break. Perhaps it hadn’t been a flaw back then. Maybe it had even saved her life. But now it was its own form of cruel torture.

Because all she had been forced to do all night was watch Nancy hang off of Jonathan’s arm. She barely looked like the authoritative badass Robin had grown to like and much more like the prissy perfect damsel she had imagined before getting roped up into this. It hurt her heart.

“It feels like Tammy Thompson all over again,” she whined.

“That bad, huh?”

“Worse.”

“Yeah, because Nancy isn’t a total dud.”

Robin laughed despite herself. “Tammy wasn’t that bad.”

“Muppet,” was all Steve responded.

Robin noticed Nancy watching her out of the corner of her eye before sliding closer to her boyfriend. Robin could feel something pulling at her heartstrings. It had never hurt this much before. Not with Tammy who couldn’t stop staring at Steve. Not with Vickie when she was making out with her boyfriend. But Nancy giggling because of something Jonathan said struck like a dagger in her soul. Crushing her.

“How about we put on a movie?” Jonathan asked the group.

“Sure, that’s a great idea,” Nancy agreed instantly.

“Star Wars?” Jonathan offered.

Robin couldn’t contain her groan. She didn’t have anything against the movie, but she had been forced to watch it one too many times at the recent movie nights Dustin had forced her to.

“What would you offer?” Nancy asked, looking straight at Robin.

“Nashville.”

“Nashville is a drag,” Steve replied. But Nancy looked at her with this intrigue in her eyes.

“You’re supposed to be on my side here,” Robin complained, pushing Steve further away from her.

Nancy cleared her throat. “Anyone else any offers because otherwise I’m afraid to say I’m inclined to pick Star Wars.”

Something about that hurt just too much. Her heart broke and she couldn’t help but stand up as Nancy pecked Jonathan’s lips and he did a fist pump. It was all a bit too John Hughes for her liking. She wasn’t a big fan of his movies. She hated them even more in real life.

“I need some fresh air. Feel free to start the movie without me.” She didn’t wait for a reply, barely noticed all eyes on her. She just walked away, out the front door and onto the front porch. The air felt nice. Not being near Nancy and Jonathan felt even nicer.

Somewhere deep down she knew it was useless. She’d end up alone for the rest of her life. No girlfriend, no fiancée, no wife. And Nancy would stay with Jonathan, and they’d get married, and Robin would be invited to the wedding, and she would go. And then Nancy and Jonathan would have two little babies and Nancy would try to combine it with her journalism, but she wouldn’t be able to. Maybe life was bleak for both of them.

“Are you alright?” Nancy asked from behind Robin.

“Peachy,” Robin said with a little more snark than she had intended.

“Could have fooled me.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t think you’d notice.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Nancy took a step back, as if the words were psychically pushing against her shoulders.

“You invited me here as your friend, Nancy. And then you spend the entire night hung up on your boyfriend.”

“What is wrong with that?”

“You are supposed to be my friend. I thought we were friends… as in officially.” Robin pitched up her voice at the end of her sentence trying to mimic Nancy’s voice and failing spectacularly.

“We are friends.”

“Really? Because it seems you only seem to care about your boyfriend.” Robin was spewing her anger at Nancy, and she knew it was completely unfair.

“I hadn’t seen him for months.”

“And of course now that he’s back you can go back to being perfect, prissy Nancy Wheeler. The image of the girl next door. God, I really thought you were full of surprises but the biggest surprise of all was the fact you are fucking fraud.”

“How the hell am I a fraud?” Nancy looked hurt. Robin wasn’t sure if it was real or not.

“You keep telling people that you don’t want to fall into the nuclear family ideal that was set out for you. But here you are, pretending to love a man that barely knows you. And what’s next? Marriage, the house at the end of the cul-de-sac, giving up your job for the babies he pushes on you. You say you don’t want to be like your mother, but you are just like her.”

Robin felt the hand before she realized what had happened. The slap was hard. Nancy’s hand hitting Robin’s cheek flat. It stung harder than she’d like to admit. When she looked back at Nancy, she had placed her hands over her mouth, staring at Robin with wide eyes.

“Shit, Robin. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just wanted you to shut up. I don’t even know why I did that?” Nancy took a step closer, her hand reaching out to touch Robin’s cheek.

Robin stepped back. Tears falling down her face. She wasn’t sure if they were caused by the pain of the slap or the pain of seeing Nancy with a boy. She wasn’t sure it mattered.

“I think you know exactly why you did that, Nancy.” Robin walked off the porch, grabbing her bike and riding away.

A sob tore through her body as she heard Nancy shout after her.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for running away to California and leaving my boyfriend behind?

A few years ago, me (21 F) and my little sister (15 F, we’ll call her H) moved in with my boyfriend (21 M, we’ll call him E). My mom was incredibly neglectful, and as a result, I basically raised H. For a while, the situation worked out. Me and E make enough money to get by, and we’ve been planning to save up and eventually move to California.

However, a few weeks ago, H got into an accident at school. She was in a woodworking class, and to make a long story short, part of one of her fingers was cut off. She was rushed to the hospital, and they were able to re-attach the finger. Unfortunately, the hospital bill was… INSANELY expensive. We were barely getting by before, but now we have thousands of dollars in medical debt.

I’ve had to work extra hard lately, and so E was spending a lot of time with H. About two weeks ago, E came home with a fortune, and told me that he had earned that money from the stock market. I was elated for a while. He and H would go out daily, saying they were going to the stock market, as I was taking a class that took up most of my day.

Fast forward to yesterday. Things were going great, until something happened. I don’t know how to explain it, but H sent me some sort of… psychic signal? All I knew was that she was in trouble, and I needed to go help her. Somehow, I instinctively knew that she was at an abandoned roller rink downtown, and I rushed over there.

To make a VERY long and confusing story short, she has… some sort of powers. The abandoned roller rink was sort of a front for an underground fighting ring for people like her. E had been letting her fight, and the “stock market” money actually came from people bidding on the fights. I don’t know what exactly happened, but this… thing (??? M) was trying to kill her. She ended up being alright, but the organizer of the fighting ring was very.. impressed with H for winning the fight against that thing, and wanted her to continue fighting.

I was very angry with E for lying to me, and for being so irresponsible that he almost got my sister killed! And I knew that me and H were not safe staying where we were, especially with the organizer of the fighting ring after her. So, we packed our bags and I wrote a note to E explaining everything, and then we left.

I’m taking a break from driving to write this, because I feel a bit guilty for leaving E like that. But I had to protect H, even if it meant leaving my boyfriend.

So, AITA?