#Riddle watches Traffic

[fountainpenguin]

Shout-out to loyal Joel laying down his Yellow guess on Pearl's task, deliberately incorrect, just to show her she's safe with him.

Shout-out to Mumbo immediately turning on his own team and trying to kill them horrifically with anvils. I expect no less after how wild he went in Last Life.

#trafficblr #Secret Life #Joel Smallishbeans #MumboJumbo #The Mounders #mcyt #PearlescentMoon #traffic life smp #Last Life #Riddle watches Traffic #traffic spoilers #Me in my own fic summary: 'Mumbo speedrunning insanity' #Good to know he's still just as nuts on Red as he always was <3 #Secret Life spoilers #Secret Life SMP spoilers

[gothamsgenius]

@ofdrxamscapes​

“So you truly see into people’s dreams? And once you’re there, you can manipulate them?” Edward said, leaning in close to stare at Carl, as if he could see his dream powers work through his eyes. “Remarkable.” Edward leaned back in his chair, a big smile on his face. He didn’t et a lot of chances to work alongside metahumans while in Gotham, and now that he was here, he had every intention of finding out everything.

Edward never intended to ever provide medical assistance to people, but word seemed to spread that Edward was once involved in the medical field, and usually didn’t ask too many questions, which meant the occasional person ended up on his doorstep, asking every question under the sun. And, if Edward wasn’t too busy on one thing or another, he was happy to share his knowledge. “I forgot your question entirely. What was it again?”

#hey remember when you asked for a starter months ago #here it is #And heres carls tag. its gonna be a doozy i can feel it #why are there tag limits #stop limiting your tags #i wrote a banger riddle #?¿he'll sit by and watch the traffic go imagining the life he’d might have known if he had gone into the unknown?¿- Carl Valentino #slightly less banger but whatever

[cupids-chamber]

VIL SCHOENHEIT driving you home, RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS cooking for you, and JAMIL VIPER doing your henna...

Content tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Iffy writing (Haven't wrote in awhile), Un-edited witting, Slightly self indulgent (In some parts), fluff.

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The sun shined brightly in your eyes, the pain stung but was numbed by the feeling of his cold hands around your own. His hands were calloused, a bit rough, a contrast to your own softer hands. The pattern of his breathing was quite comforting, the way his chest rose and fell back as his eyes were focused onto you, his voice soothed the aching thumbing in your head and chest, you felt hot all over as your thoughts kept spiraling around, all over the place.

The cold ink was a comforting contrast to the warmth of the sun and the ache in your ears, this position hurt but the complaints were all muffled in the comforting solace of his voice, the small words of praise as he went on with his work. Intricate patterns covered your hands, both sides were stained bright orange and dark red inks, the strong scent of henna almost made you feel dizzy, slightly dazed. Flower patterns and weird yet unique patterns were all over your arms.

You could see the way his hands shook, the way he focused so intently on you, the way he'd wrap his free hand around yours and fill up the awkward silence with some random story of his or some sort of babble about his work just to keep you entertained while he worked away. He's always been dedicated to his work, but even more so when it involves you.

You looked at him, from over the counter. Watching as he struggled with the utensils, looking over the instructions that were written in the new cook book that you had recently gotten him. Frankly, you doubted he'd be interested that much, but the way he'd react, his expression of excitement as he shared his creation with you, just the way he’d be so giddy after he successfully made a new recipe was something that you were reminded of while book shopping. So, you couldn’t really stop yourself from buying the book, especially when you realized that it was a dessert book. 

He was focused intently on cooking, mixing away, you could see him shift through the kitchen in search of ingredients, the way he'd pace back from the pantry and back to the kitchen. You could see the ways his facial features would contort, as he whispered some muffled curses to himself while cooking. It was adorable really. 

At the end of the day, he wouldn't admit it, but he loved the way your eyes would light up when he made the recipe just to your liking. He is slightly embarrassed by it, but he would never address the fact that he made sure to slightly adjust the recipe and sweetness to your liking, every now and then. He’ll never tell you that he's willing to make subtle changes to see you smile or the way your smile makes all of it worth it. 

The sky was cloudy, everything was a blur really tonight. Your mind was still a bit dazed, and in the back of your head you could hear a small voice telling you you'd regret the drinks that you had back in the bar. The traffic lights flashed, as he steered the wheel; the lights were much more vibrant at night, it hurt your eyes, so much so that you debated pulling down the sun visor.

The windows were rolled down, the same pop song repeating in the radio as you stared at him, dazed, eyes glazed over as you felt yourself grow tired. The wind blew through his hair, flowing in the wind. Your bangs would blow in your face due to the harsh wind, and you regretted rolling down your entire window but was too distracted to really do anything about it.

You could see him, looking at you, checking in on you every now and then, sometimes reminding you every now and then "fix your posture, or else the cops might pull us over", you'd hum in response, continuing staring at him. You probably didn't notice the way he'd turn around, ears slightly flushed red, and that lovesick grin on his face every time he noticed you staring at him.

© cupids-chamber, do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work without prior permission and or confirmation.

#vil schoenheit #vil #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #riddle #jamil viper #jamil #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst fluff #twst x you #twst x yuu #twst x y/n #twst x mc #twst headcanons #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twst fanfic #twst riddle #twst vil #twst jamil #twisted wonderland fluff

[cherryschaos]

Inheritance games headcanons because I finished my finals

Thea pours milk into the bowl before cereal

The Brothers ways wanted a dog, but Tiramisu is the first because Tobias Hawthorne never let them

Pen whore Grayson will never admit that dollar store pens are some of his favorites @riddles-n-games

Nash has made appearances in soap operas as a heartbreaker with a heart of gold

Xander and Jameson are trying to find Atlantis

Alisa makes those how would you say ___ in legal speak videos

Max’s way of “cursing” is what everyone in Hawthorne House does now

Avery and Libby watch anime together

Grayson wants a relationship, he's just afraid of being open and vulnerable to someone only for his heart to be broken

Gigi volunteers at animal shelters so she can hang out with cats

Libby has given Grayson advice on the whole having younger sisters thing

Grayson changed Jameson’s ringtone to the “I'm just Ken” parody as a joke

Jameson has yet to retaliate

Avery is still going to major in actuarial science, because she likes it

Xander wants to sample every bakery in the world and compile a list of the best for each dessert

Max hosts a Star Wars podcast

Nash reads romance books

Libby can't read spice without blushing

Xander actually wrote “The Care and Feeding of Your Broody Twenty-Year-Old Brother” he recommends leaving a trail of pens or traffic cones leading to the desired destination

Nana insisted on giving Avery and Libby etiquette lessons (think the princess diaries movies)

#the inheritance games headcanon #jameson hawthorne and his traffic cones #grayson hawthorne needs all the hugs #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne #the inheritance games #avery grambs #the hawthorne legacy #libby grambs #bookish #thea calligaris #the hawthorne brothers #jameson hawthorne head canon #xander hawthorne headcanon

[schumigrace]

My life will, quite literally, never be the same.

I moved to the motorsport county for a multitude of reasons, but having Silverstone on my doorstep was at the top of the list.

The mileage counter in my beaten-up racing green Vauxhall has racked up most of it's digits on the A43 through Towcester, I can tell you the exact position of every road sign painted with a brown rectangle, a chequered flag next to the word "Silverstone". I could tell you which direction the track is in from anywhere in the world, as if it's Wing shaped roof hangs like a petrol-laden North Star. All roads lead to Silverstone, you may say (no-one has ever said this)

So, Grace, I hear you asking, how often do you go?

Never.

That is, of course, until I received an email from God herself (the Aston Martin F1 Team Marketing Analyst) informing me of my invitation to their AMR24 Launch. An invitation I very obviously accepted, after 24 hours worth of crying, screaming, and stalking said marketing analyst on LinkedIn to make sure this was not in fact some messed up kind of joke

So it's 7 in the morning, I'm doing my usual commute through the god-awful traffic hell that is Northamptonshire, only this time I'm not going straight ahead on the Silverstone Bypass, I am taking the ever elusive right turn into the brand new Aston Martin Technology Centre and being handed a visitor's pass

The first thing I notice is that they've only gone and put a bloody AMR23 (with the new livery) right in the middle of the lobby, it's covered up at this point, and I'm staring daggers through the cover just daring it to be riddled with carbon fibre underneath. AMR team members are floating around like green angels everywhere I look, shelves are adorned with this past year's trophies (I make a comment to a passing team member - "you'll need more shelves after this year", she chuckles and moves on - I try not to take this is a bad sign)

8 o'clock hits, the official launch video plays, and the cover is removed. jesus fucking christ she's green. thank fuck. I can go home now.

Oh, hang on, is that Mike Krack?

Shit it is.

Mike has a shakedown to run of course, so he doesn't hang around for too long. He's confident in this car though, they've been working on it for years, and he's sure we'll be quick out of the gate. Off he goes across the road to the garage. "Don't worry," they say, "you'll be going over to watch the cars on track too."

Sorry, can you repeat that please, I believe you just said we are going to go over to the track to watch the cars.

"Yes of course, but not before we ply you with cake and coffee, naturally, oh and also Pedro De La Rosa is here along with Jessica Hawkins. Do you want to chat to them?"

I ask Pedro where he and Fernando went to dinner last night. Somewhere in Oxford I think, I stopped listening, I was thinking about how much I would be willing to be a thir-

Anyway.

At this point no photos are allowed for the rest of the day, they are literally building the car right in front of you no you cannot put that on social media.

We're heading across the road now, along the Hamilton straight and up around Stowe, we head past the Porsche Experian Centre and I make some vague comment about Webbonso that nobody picks up on. Nevermind. We turn left just before Maggots and Becketts to head towards the pit lane, and into the Aston Martin garage.

The smell of petrol is so overwhelmingly strong and I make sure every single cell of my lungs is scarred from it. A batak machine is being set up and I joke "wouldn't it be funny if someone beat Jenson Button's world record today". Someone did, not even 5 minutes later. A wave of "get Jenson on the phone!" fills the garage.

I turn around, Stoffel Vandoorne and Felipe Drugovich are on a stage talking about how exciting it is to see the car, or at least they're trying to look excited. I'm not sure Drugo knows what that even means.

Lawrence Stroll is talking to a mechanic and I can literally hear the thousands of dollars dropping into his bank account with every heartbeat. Surely his son is nearby? Oh yes, right infront of us. Imagine that. (Lance did of course look gorgeous, his racesuit tied around his waist, laughing with his engineers like the whore he is)

We're heading over to the PU station now and the wonderful AM team member is talking us through the specifics of it, but I haven't heard a single word she has said, because unfortunately for her Fernando has decided to enter the garage at that exact moment. I am stood near a space heater, and he locks eyes on me (nope, the space heater) immediately. He makes his way over and sticks his backside directly towards the heater and my face is about as red as the radiator.

"Good morning! How are you?"

I have so many words to say to you right now, and not a single one of them is in a language that either of us can understand. I think I eventually vomitted up some form of acceptable response, however, because he smiled at me.

"Are you cold?"

"Only a little" I respond. Not anymore, I'm picturing myself under you, I think.

I totally lost a good hour after this because there's not a single memory here for me to put into words, damn you Alonso

The blur fades with the freezing air outside, and we're stood on the pitwall. Sky Sports are here now and have us doing media stuff, I run as far away from them as possible and climb onto the pitwall. FIA, if you're reading this, I promise I kept both feet on the ground at all times.

They tell us the shakedown isn't going to plan, suprise surprise, and you actually cannot see the car on track today. I mentally curl into a ball and sob the whole way back to the AMRTC but all of a sudden we are being led to mission control and the composite engineering stations and they are, literally, building a car infront of us whatthefuckishappening

By this point I have recovered from my minor sulk - Grace this is literally the best day of your life get over yourself - and then we're being told that as an apology they have hired a room in the Hilton Hotel opposite the pitlane, free food and drinks for as long as we want, oh and... cars on track. all. day. long.

Whilst writing this i received another email from biblically-accurate marketing analyst god asking for feedback. I think a string of letters indicating incessant shrieking will probably do the trick

#grace at aston

[legally-lupin]

Her pt2 - Mattheo Riddle x Theo Nott X fem! Reader

Summary: who will you agree to a second date with ?

Go to part 1 for this story <3

Her pt1

It only took a night for an owl to come. Y/n sat in the great hall eating her breakfast when a huge owl crashed on the table spilling everything around it. A goblet of tea fell onto her lap. She jumped up from the sudden temperature change

“Merlin’s beard!!” She huffed wiping her skirt with tissues. Hermione helping her

“Who’s bloody dumb bird is this?” Ron said taking the letter from its foot the bird screeched and flew away its big wings causing everyone’s hair to blow

“It’s for you” Ron handed you the paper you stared at it the owl put you In a sour mood and whoever sent it will get an earful from you.

“Let’s see who was smart enough to send in a bloody owl the size of a dog!” Y/n huffed peeling the green ribbon off it

Dear y/n

Meet me at the astronomy tower doors before dinner

Bring a blanket or a jacket you choose :)

MR x

“Well?” Hermione asked looking over her friends shoulder

“Mattheo” y/n replied looking around for the boy smiling at him he winked at her with a piece of toast in his mouth

“Well we have class so let’s go before the traffic starts” Harry said laughing y/n pulled out a spare skirt out of her bag

“Can we stop by the toilets first I need to change”

Theo and Mattheo gave y/n subtle glances throughout the day which she responded with a smile her mood much better after changing.

During potions Mattheo sat next to y/n the trio looked at him but ignored him.

“Hey pretty girl” a kiss was placed on her cheek she gave a small smile and continued with her potion

“Sorry about the owl. He’s a bit dumb” Mattheo chuckled y/n gave the slytherin a really? You don’t say look laughing.

“Mr.Riddle I don’t think this is your table” professor snape raising an eyebrow. Mattheo smiled awkwardly before whispering

“See you in a few hours” and walked to his table. You can see Theo’s clutch on the silver rod tighten

“What am I gonna do?” Y/n sighed mione tried to comfort her friend

Dinner came by quickly. As you got dressed into something nice you faced Hermione spinning

“How do I look?” A big smile formed on your face

“Amazing as usual!” You linked arms as you left your common room

As you bid your goodbyes to your friends you made your way to the tower where Mattheo was already waiting for you. With a large bouquet of your favourite flowers in it.

“Hey” y/n said blushing. Mattheo pulled her into a hug her arms went over his shoulders and his went to her waist.

“You look so gorgeous” Mattheo whispered in her ear his lips pressed against her cheek

“Well you clean up rather nice your self” she remarked placing a kiss to his cheek

“Shall we?” Mattheo offered his arm which she gladly took as they ascended the stairs. Y/n was shocked to see the astronomy tower littered with lights and a table it was very sweet

“Oh wow you did all this ?!” You gasped looking at every detail Mattheo nodded proudly

“Of course I wanted it to be a great first date!” Mattheo pulled the chair out for you and tucked you in.

“A gentleman?!” You joked Mattheo chuckled before sitting himself opposite you

“For you” he smiled a big cheesy smile

“So what’s on the menu today?” Y/n asked looking at her surroundings

“Uh I’m not sure I told the house elves in the kitchen to surprise us for 10 galleons” as if on que the house elves arrived and placed the food in your table.

You both sat on the floor covered in soft pillows and watched the beauty of Hogwarts in comfortable silence

“I’ve really enjoyed our time together mattheo” y/n sighed her head leaning on his shoulder he hummed in agreement a hand snaked around her waist pulling he closer.

“Thank you for giving me a chance and if you don’t choose me I don’t mind as long as we stay friends” his voice was soft and you can tell he was tired

“Do you want to head to bed! Woah!” Mattheo practically tackled y/n to the ground holding her tight

“No I don’t want this night to enddddd!!” His grip tightened as he layed on top of her she laughed at his childishness

“Oh your laughing at me now ?!” The boy challenged y/n eyes widened as he started to tickle her.

“Mattheo no!!! I’m sorry!!” She pleaded in a fit of giggles mixed with Mattheos chuckles the bittersweet moment lasted only seconds before he stopped and stared at your face

“Wha-“ y/n was cut off with a pair of lips on hers. She froze not knowing what to do until she gave in and kissed him back her hands wrapping around his neck Mattheo hands raked her body as they made out. The two pulled away panting for air.

Mattheo walked y/n to her common room both very tired considering it was 1am.

“Thank you so much for such an amazing night. It’s been so fun” y/n pulled Mattheo into a big hug which he gladly returned.

“No, thank you for giving me a chance” y/n kissed Mattheo on his cheek before bidding him good night.

She entered the dorm she shared with Hermione and Ginny. They were both awake and y/n flopped on Miones' bed squealing

“Good night?” Hermione asked her friend laughing

“Tell us EVERYTHING!!” Ginny sang landing next to you. As you gave them a brief story about your date you sighed

“Girls I really don’t know what to do”

“Just sleep on it until you have to go out with Theo” Ginny suggested

“But what if I can’t choose?”

“Then date both” Ginny joked making Hermione laugh

The next morning y/n sat down once again for breakfast as she enjoyed her much-needed coffee. Theo sat next to her holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers and chocolates glued to it. Your smile was huge at the sweet gesture.

“Hey Theo!” Y/n said looking up at the boy who smiled warmly

“Hey y/n I wanted to ask if you wanted to go on a date with me today?” Theo said confidently as he handed you the flowers/sweets

“Of course I would love to”

“Brilliant meet me at the courtyard fountain in like 3 hours does that give you enough time?” Theo sweetly smiled

“More than enough I’ll be there!” Theo pecked y/n forehead before going off to his table

“Bloody hell” you hear Ron mumble Harry rolled his eyes

“Mioneee you have to help me get ready pleaseee!!!” Y/n begged hugging on to her friends arm

“You don’t even have to ask” the curly haired girl beamed as y/n grabbed her hand and they both ran out the great hall

You took a while to get ready making sure everything was perfect you looked at yourself in the mirror. It was weather appropriate but still amazing !

“You look so good!!!” Hermione said fixing your hair

You both headed down to the courtyard as some people were going to hogsmeade you see Theo waiting for you with his friends

“I’ll catch you guys later yeah?” Y/n waved goodbye to her friends and made her way to Theo. Draco was the first one to notice her he nudged Theo making him look to where he was nodding to.

“Hey y/n. Let’s go boys” Draco said dragging Mattheo with him Theo pulled you into a hug

“You look gorgeous as usual” Theo smiled twirling the girl around making her giggle

“Thank you Theo. You look handsome nothing new”

“So I was thinking we can go to London for the day instead of Hogsmeade I have permission from professor snape" Y/n's eyes lit up at the sound of going to her city.

"no way! I was waiting until the holidays to go and restock oh this is going to be so fun" she squealed hugging Theo. the boy laughed rubbing her back

"come on then before it gets too late" As they travelled via flu powder to London they found themselves at the Leaky Cauldron. theo placed a protective hand on the small of her back leading them out to the street.

theo watched as y/n went in and out of shops a smile never leaving her face

"hey Theo what do you think about this smell?" y/n presented her wrist to theos nose he wrapped a large hand around it and inhaled the perfume humming in satisfaction

"this one is much better than the other one" he put it in the basket that he was holding for her

as the pair shopped longer Theo noticed a group of guys staring at y/n and whispering to each other. theo went up behind her and wrapped both arms around her making her jump "oh, Theo you scared me! is everything alright? I'm sorry I'm taking ages" she apologised leaning into him.

"Don't apologies princess take your time" he smiled against her neck the group of boys long gone now.

y/n showed Theo the best places she liked to go considering she was born and grew up in this city. They somehow ended up outside y/n old house, the place she grew up in the place her mother was found dead.

"I'm sorry I brought us here. I just always visit it when I'm around" she sniffled leaning into Theo

"Never apologise for that it's absolutely fine" A small sincere smile was set on his face

"I don't want to rush you but we should head back to the leaky cauldron soon. professor snape gave me a time limit" he whispered into her hair. She nodded in response pulling away.

they headed back to Hogwarts. it was almost curfew when they arrived outside her common room.

"Theo?" y/n asks looking up at the boy

"hmm?" he responds

"what if i can't choose? like you guys are best friends and I don't want you to fall out over me" She began to get teary-eyed, making Theo's gaze soften as he pulls her in for a hug

"hey don't worry about us, and don't rush into a decision if your not sure yet just take your time. we will both be here for you." he rubbed her back she gripped his shirt tighter

"i like both of you and it's hard" she wiped a stray tear away she lookd up at Theo all doe eyed before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him in for a kiss which Theo gladly returned placing a firm hand on the back of your neck and another on your waist squeezing the area. Theo slipped a tongue in your mouth making you moan softly he smirked against your lips and got hungrier by the second wanting more of you. Theo pulled away from the kiss and started nipping at your neck your sweet noises make him let out a groan. Before pulling a way making you whine.

“Love. We can’t not yet. As much as I would love to” his forehead rested on yours as you caught your breath

“Get some sleep angel. I’ll see you in the morning” he placed kiss to your lips before bidding goodnight.

As you blindly entered the dorm room your vision too clouded by your own mind Hermione stepped in front of you

“Wow your flustered” she smirked helping you sit down

“How was it?” She gave her friend a supportive pat on the back as she laid her head on her shoulder

“It was nice. But I think I’m gonna sleep. Night mione” sleep overtook y/n within minutes

Who will you choose ?

If you choose Mattheo:

The next morning came and y/n was more then ready to see him. She went to the great hall and gestured for him to follow her.

“Hey gorgeous. How are you ?” Mattheo winked shoving his hands in his pockets

“Mattheo I uh. I choose you” you whispered mattheos slit eyebrow cocked up

“Sorry sweetheart couldn’t hear you could you maybe speak up?” He got closer to you knowing full well what you said

“I choose you. I want to be with you” you said a but too loud. Mattheo smile grew as he lifted you off the ground spinning you

“Oh love you don’t know how happy I am right now” he pulled you into kiss keeping you in his grip as tight as he could. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged at his hair making him grunt

“Don’t be doing that princess. Not here anyway” he whispered In your ear making you blush HARD.

“And don’t worry about Theo we had a conversation after your date with him and agreed no matter who you chose we will be happy for each other and not get in the way of the other one’s relationship” he pecked your lips tenderly and a bunch of wolf whistles were heard behind you. You span around to see your friends cheering you on. You hid in Mattheo chest making him chuckle

If you choose Theo:

You made your to the great hall a big smile plastered on your face as you looked around for him. Finding him at his usual table in his usual spot you went over and sat down next to him.

“Good morning ange-“ Theo was cut off with your lips on his he smiled and pulled you in closer

“Alright you two it’s too early for that” Blaise says chucking a piece of toast your way Theo gave him the middle finger as he kissed you one more time.

“So does this mean?” Theo questioned looking down at you. You nodded and smiled shyly as he pulled you into his side

“Mattheo and I spoke yesterday so don’t worry about anything ok. We are good” Theo whispered in your ear

“But will you do the honours and be mine?” Y/n nodded pulling the boy into a big hug

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle #theo nott #theo nott x reader #theo nott x y/n #mattheo riddle x reader

[rottenpumpkin13]

SEPHIROTH HEADCANONS

[these are my headcanons, meaning the way I view him in my head and may not follow popular fanon]

↘︎ Sephiroth is a big enjoyer of puzzles of any kind. Mahjong, sudoku, jigsaw puzzles, riddles, you name it. He doesn’t see the allure of video games but will jump at the opportunity to play a multiplayer that has him competing against someone else.

↘︎ He’s generally a calm and intorverted person in his day-to-day life, but when angered he becomes scary as hell. For lack of better words, he shows signs of the in-game callous monster he is.

↘︎ He does have a sense of humor, okay?? It’s just what most people would describe as dark and dry. His kind of humor is saying the most off-hand comments with 0 expression and making people lose their shit. He is also proficient in sarcasm but has to be annoyed beyond measure to use it.

↘︎ He can drive, however friends and people who have previously been driven around by him refuse to do it again. He drives likes he’s playing Mario Kart while maintaining a scarily calm composure. He manages to do this while still abiding by the traffic laws.

↘︎ Sephiroth maintains a healthy diet and prefers not to stray from his strict regimen. Having said that, he will never turn down: a) Angeal’s cooking, b) pasta, c)sweets. 

↘︎ Due to his sheltered childhood, Sephiroth was never allowed to indulge himself in sweets and other junkfood like the other kids. So when he’s old enough to control his own diet, he includes moments of utter gluttony where he inhales candy like a madman. 

↘︎ “Sephiroth why don’t you cut your hair?” With his JENOVA cells? If he cut it shoulder-length one morning, it’d be down to his waist again by the following afternoon. After many attempts at keeping it at a reasonable size during his youth, he gave up. 

↘︎ Now he simply keeps it long because he thinks it looks cool. Vanity spares no one. He also has a habit of sitting on his hair accidentally. 

↘︎ He’s notoriously knows as being cold and unwelcoming toward people. However he does a complete 180° when he’s with his friends, and people have even reported seeing him act extroverted.

↘︎ Unintentionally a cocky bastard. 

↘︎ Sephiroth isn’t a very creative person, which is something he laments greatly. He isn’t apt at drawing, writing or anything that could allow him to express himself artistically

↘︎ Give our boy any mathematical equation though and he can solve it

↘︎ Sephiroth takes joy in fucking with troopers and other SOLDIERs. He loves saying weird and uncharacteristic things and watch the realization that he’s joking dawn on them

↘︎ Big into astronomy and loves reading books about it. And he has a disdain for astrology and thinks it’s nothing but drivel

↘︎ He abhors gossip and thinks it immature and unprofessional. But if you feed him certain tales he’ll become angrossed and not let you leave until you’ve thoroughly recounted every detail of it. 

↘︎ Claustrophobic. It may have everything to do with being given mako showers and being kept in those tight tanks for hours. He developed a certian disdain for being enclosed in tight spaces. He also can’t stand to wear multiple layers of clothing and can only handle one layer at a time. 

↘︎ Yes he likes cats. 

↘︎ People who say he’s humorless don’t know he once laughed so hard, he had to be sedated because he was on the floor unable to breathe. Context? Genesis angered a chocobo and it chased him for an hour. Angeal has it on video.

↘︎ Sephiroth can cook. How? Do you really think a SOLDIER trained to survive in the wilderness wouldn’t know how to hunt, prepare and cook his own food?

↘︎ That being said, he can only cook very basic things.

↘︎ He yells at the TV, but only when it’s a nature documentary and the prey is making unwise decisions while running away from the predator. 

↘︎ He makes overexaggerated faces while eating something he doesn’t like, but that’s as far as he’ll go complaining about food-wise

↘︎ Sephiroth’s favorite kind of gifts are the practical and functional ones like socks, blankets and sword oil. 

↘︎ Impulsively buys toys and childish knick knacks. Proceeds to keep them in a secret drawer with a lock and key. Don’t judge him. He’s making up for lost time.

#ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy #sephiroth #ff7r #final fantasy vii #ffvii crisis core #sephiroth headcanons #ff7 rebirth #headcanons

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hello, Kimbap! May I request the overblot victims with an s/o who's got the ability to manipulate all kinds of electronics (computers, tvs, traffic lights) within her sight? She can also remotely control communication lines at quick speeds with this ability.

Wait that's such an interesting idea 😭 thank you for the ask! I'm sticking to the overblotters from the English version for this one ^^

Overblot students x s/o who can manipulate electronics/communications

Riddle

First doesn't really see the reason behind it, thinks it's cool but doesn't see himself necessarily asking for help

He tends to like using everything on pen and paper still, so if he has to write emails or do things online, he may ask you there. In return, he helps you with things like snail mail (his handwriting's beautiful btw)

I feel like overall he would find it to be cool and will ask you about your abilities just to learn more about you. However, he won't be needing your powers anytime soon (just more simple online help would be enough)

Leona

He will only ask for your help in the most basics of tasks like turning on or off the lights or putting his phone on "do not disturb"

Despite his lazier attitude, he's pretty alert. He knows for example if you're going to use your ability when doing homework (will ask you randomly) and he learns how you are able to manipulate electronics without asking you a lot of questions

I feel like Leona would've liked you for who you were whether or not he knew about your abilities, but nonetheless he does find it to be a pretty cool (and useful) one

Azul

He really likes your abilities and will ask you to help him create some kind of digital ordering app or reservation platform for his lounge hahaha

However he does also like learning from you about your abilities and perhaps about electronics in general (you might have a lot of knowledge on them just because you use them so often). He's still not the best when it comes to online platforms, so you can definitely help him there

He finds your ability to be fascinating! While he himself won't be needing as much help as perhaps some others, he does appreciate the little help you give him when running the lounge's digital side

Jamil

Will ask you how your ability came to be since it's really new to him. He likes learning about others anyways, so it's a nice thing for him to hear about!

Jamil might ask if you can hack into systems and if you can. For some reason I can see him going after scammers that try to target Kalim's computer haha. It might be kind of fun to prank them too

The vice dorm leader isn't the best with technology so you might want to help him out when you can. He'll deeply appreciate it, perhaps he'll make you some of your favorite foods in return!

Vil

You can turn off or block people that try to message him? Like all the crazy fans he has or his annoying manager? Great. He'll ask for your help

Vil's more tech-savvy than he looks, mainly because he has to keep his online presence so up to date. He however, likes how you can manipulate communications. He also likes that you can change traffic lights so whenever you two are going somewhere, expect him to ask you to use it

Though he may find your ability to be super useful, he still feels bad when asking for your help. He'll show you a lot of gratitude whenever you do end up helping him with something, perhaps in the form of a really expensive perfume haha

Idia

Probably the only one that uses your ability the most but you also like using it with him so it's a win-win situation

The internet speed in his room is like crazy high, some other Ignihyde students will ask how that's even possible. Like how can it just be Idia's room and specifically only when you're around haha

He would've been too shy to ask you for help at first, but seeing how he looked curious about your abilities you decided to help. Honestly now you two use it whenever you two play games together or watch anime (it's very convenient!)

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #anon ask #twst scenarios #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst riddle #twst riddle x reader #twst leona #twst leona x reader #twst azul #twst azul x reader #twst jamil #twst jamil x reader #twst vil #twst vil x reader #twst idia #twst idia x reader

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Two Worlds Apart

Author: destielpirate

Artist: LamiaSage

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester Background Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester

Length: 55000

Warnings: Nightmares, Panic Attack.

Tags: Amnesia AU Mysterious Cas Mutual paining Angst Past DeanCas Idiots in Love Dark fic Falling in love again Hurt/comfort

Posting Date: October 30, 2023

Summary: After being injured in a car accident and suffering through a memory loss, Dean spent the last four years attempting to put his life back together. The majority of his memories return, but something still remains missing—something he can't identify—that everyone is hiding from him, something that always remains unanswered. Dean’s past comes back to haunt him when he visits Sioux Falls for a business meeting where he meets a stranger named Castiel, but something about the man seems strange and oddly familiar which makes Dean wonder if he knows him, but the guy always refuses. And that marked the beginning of a quest to solve the mystery of his past hidden in between those recurring dreams which becomes more, and more vivid the more time he spends with Castiel which soon leads to a painful realisation and a series of regrets.

Excerpt: “How was it?” Cas asks, glancing back at Dean. “Amazing!” Dean whispers. "It was!" Castiel says in a low voice, "... It really was!" He murmurs, openly staring at Dean as if he had something to say, but then decides against it and casts his gaze away. After hearing the response, Dean casts a brief glance in Cas' direction because it didn't seem like he was talking about the book, but Dean chooses to ignore it because Castiel is hard to understand and has a habit of talking in riddles. Dean sighs, driving on an deserted road late at night, he takes the turns as instructed, paying close attention to the twisting roads. They settle in a comfortable silence, and somewhere along the way, Dean’s eyes flicker over to check upon his new friend in case he has fallen asleep, but Cas is wide awake, reading like he hasn’t picked the book up in ages and wants to absorb each, and every word of it. The road is nothing but a dull route with little to no traffic, and he finds the passenger in the shotgun who is engrossed in the book a little tempting, and happens to steal occasional glances at the nerd beside him, and something drops in his chest watching Castiel wear that soft smile while reading the book as the street light falls on Cas’ face, and fades away just as swiftly, before being replaced by another warm light of the nearing street light, Dean stares intently at the sight before it becomes a memory. Maybe, Dean wasn’t being subtle at all, and maybe Castieln noticed it as he glances at Dean to meet his eyes, and Dean is taken aback by the mesmerizing shade of blue prominent even in dimly lit atmosphere, Cas doesn’t say anything, but offers that lovely smile and Dean find himself mirroring the expression as Castiel tears his gaze from Dean to peer out of passenger seat window, and Dean allows himself to linger a little more at the strange feeling because something tells him this is not the first time he is looking fondly over the person sitting in the passenger seat, and something about Cas that has brought up this feeling, which almost seems like a déjà vu. A faint, blurry memory that is there, but still remains locked somewhere deep inside his brain. “Eyes on the road, Dean,” Castiel reminds, in a delicately soft tone. And without missing a beat, Dean finds himself saying, “But the road is not beautiful.” Castiel’s head snaps in Dean’s direction quickly, probably startled by the response and Dean looks away abruptly, snapping back to reality, flinching at his own words, he clears his throat not sure what had gotten into him seconds ago, it happened too quickly before Dean could even register what he was even saying. Castiel’s reminder triggered something in his brain and he replied with the answer that popped up in his head, as if he has always replied like this to whoever used to be in the passenger seat.

DCBB 2023 Posting Schedule

#dcbb 2023 #fic preview #2023 promo #deancas #destiel

[harunayuuka2060]

Cater, Trey, and the Heartslabyul students: *watching Riddle and MC enjoying their conversation*

Heartslabyul student A: Did anyone notice that Housewarden Riddle forgot to check on us if we were still following the rules?

Heartslabyul student B: Yes. I accidentally spilled a black paint on the carpet but he was too busy to notice.

Cater and Trey: ...

Cater: Hey, should I try to commit a violation to see if Riddle will react?

Trey: That's a very bad idea.

Cater: ...

Trey: ...

Trey: You have my blessing, but don't tell Riddle.

Riddle: What are your thoughts, Madame? You could be Heartslabyul's personal adviser.

MC: What am I going to do here? You are already their housewarden.

Riddle: But they continue to bother me at times. I'd lost track of how many students had broken the rules.

MC: Can you tell me how many rules there are?

Riddle: I'm practicing the Queen of Hearts' 810 rules.

MC: Oh, dear . Would you really expect anyone else to follow all those rules? None even could follow a simple traffic rule.

Riddle: Why? It was simple for me.

MC: *smiles* I like how you believe others can be like you. However, you should exercise caution at times because everyone is unique.

Riddle: *listening intently at her*

MC: Your gesture of goodwill may be misinterpreted, especially if they are unfamiliar with your way of doing things. However, if you make "exceptions" as your rules, you will have complete control over them.

Riddle: Exceptions, huh...

MC: *sets her teacup down* I suggested that you go over the Queen of Hearts' 810 rules. Who can say? You might think of some interesting exceptions.

Riddle: I shall do as that. *smiles* Thank you for your insight, madame.

Cater: I'm really sorry, Riddle. I didn't take down notes.

Riddle: It's okay.

Cater: Huh?

Riddle: You're off the hook if you are able to pass all of your exams with flying colors.

*The other students hearing that*

Heartslabyul students: Th-That's the best deal we heard from our housewarden!

Cater: *dumbfounded* Are you serious, Riddle? That's it?

Riddle: *smiles* Yes. But if you fail,

Riddle: You'll have to work five times harder.

The Heartslabyul students: *gulps*

MC: *receives a thank you letter from Riddle*

Ace: Hey, Deuce? Wanna go check our dorm? Heard Riddle has changed.

Deuce: Housewarden Rosehearts? Really?

MC: He seemed to have discovered better ways to be a perfectionist.

Ace: Yikes. Nah, I've changed my mind.

Deuce: ...

MC: I will check your homework, Ace Trappola.

Ace: !!!

Deuce: Madame! Please check mine as well!

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst riddle #twst trey #twst cater #twst ace #twst deuce #heartslabyul #twst mother of all

[fountainpenguin]

Good to know that post-"Kiss on the neck"-disaster Joel looked Grian right in the eyes and told him "You have the darkest eyes I've ever seen and they stare right through me and get so close and they focus in on my neck and I love that."

He is riding high off his weeks-ago misspeak and I love him for it.

#Joel Smallishbeans #Grian #Secret Life #trafficblr #traffic life smp #traffic spoilers #Secret Life spoilers #Secret Life SMP spoilers #mcyt #Riddle watches Traffic #What a great episode

[floral-poisons]

driving with prefects

in honor of constantly being reminded that leona can drive, i am writing up a brief dorm leader head canon post. i just think it would be a fun set of head canons, you know? (also it’s been a bit since i’ve posted like content).

i haven’t read any translations for the new event ft. leona and whatnot. so if my head canons don’t align with canon...take it with a grain of salt.

for the sake of these head canons, i’m mostly thinking about manual cars. because i know magic enhanced technology exists within twst. but when i think about driving, i’m thinking about like...regular cars, you know.

malleus draconia

unfamiliar is malleus with manual cars. after all, they’re so different from vehicles operated by magic alone. when he gets behind the wheel, he’s very cautious. sometimes, the things he does are reckless (your heart was beating so fast it would have exploded). but that’s because he isn’t used to driving with stick. or even having experience with manually shifting the car into different modes. he also needs to put his seat as far back as possible because of how tall he is and he needs a tall car so his horns aren’t squished. it can get very uncomfortable very quickly.

child of man, this car is very confusing. how do i activate the windshield wipers? i would not want us to get into an accident.

riddle rosehearts

getting on the road is honestly the worst for him. riddle is an anxious driver. he hates traffic, hates people honking at him, and most certainly hates getting on parkways and highways. he doesn’t mind driving in the countryside where he can drive smoothly and as fast as he desires. no one’s around after all. but with other people, he becomes a mess. he also has a bit of road rage within him. you’ve never heard someone curse as much as he did when someone cut him off. riddle also happens to follow the rules a little too well. he’s always going under or at the speed limit, always checking his blind spots, always signalling his turns even in parking lots. he is, arguably, the best parker.

oh come on! didn’t even signal while switching lanes! cut me off and everyone else too! there’s more than you in the world you know!

vil schoenheit

vil is an awful driver. not in the sense that he doesn’t follow the general rules of driving (because great seven forbid he gets into an accident and it becomes a scandal) but in the way that his braking tends to be...janky. his turns can range from being smooth to jarring. and the man lacks the ability to park. he’s horrible at parking. you learned your lesson when you got into the car with him driving (better off with rook). ironically, he’s a lot better at driving while he’s multitasking, like touching up his makeup or answering phone calls. honestly, he just needs a little practice. with every drive, he improves even in the slightest. he has no problem dedicating hours to practicing driving either. he just doesn’t have the time right now.

normally i don’t drive. my father had drivers for me. but i can. it’s just...been a while. i’m a little rusty is all.

leona kingscholar

leona, having driven for a while now, is one of the best drivers amongst the prefects (and arguably the whole school). he follows the general rules but definitely enjoys going fast. he especially likes to take scenic routes (there’s something peaceful about late night drives, you know). however, he is very possessive of the aux. you’re not allowed to play your playlists unless it’s a really long trip. besides, he prefers to listen to podcasts and audiobooks while driving. he kind of has a conversation with the audiobook or podcast. it’s cute to watch leona react in real time.

that is ridiculous! doesn’t she understand that he’s the bad guy? that he’s awful? she’s better off getting with the second lead anyways!

azul ashengrotto

putting a creature from the seat into a car is a bad idea. there’s only one person that is, arguably, worse than vil. and that is azul. now, it’s not really azul’s fault. he’s not really used to land traffic rules. but that doesn’t take away from the fact that you have almost gotten into a plethora of accidents with azul behind the wheel. he gets pretty anxious while on the road and does his turn signals, lane changes. but he’s pretty awful at guessing distance and lacks spatial awareness. naturally, this also inhibits his parking skills. his parking skills are pretty awful.

the coral sea traffic is not nearly as bad. i mean half of these rules don’t even make sense (y/n)!

kalim al-asim

kalim is a wonderful driver! his driving is really smooth and he’s a joy with to be in the car. there’s always something to talk about while he’s driving. and he’ll let you play your music, podcast, audiobook. the two of you have had so many lovely conversations while driving. there isn’t much to say. plus, kalim is pretty great at parking too. he’s always willing to go on errand runs with you and take you out on late night drives.

oh (y/n)! you need to get something from the grocery store? i was heading there anyways. hop in!

idia shroud

much to your surprise, you learned that idia is not an anxious driver. he seems like he would be. but no. he feels like he’s in a video game whenever he drives. and he absolutely loves the adrenaline rush that he gets from going fast. slamming on that gas petal is extremely satisfying to him. furthermore, traffic becomes a puzzle to him. a puzzle to solve on how to get out of traffic. everyone else becomes npcs. and you have almost thrown up from how motion sick you’ve gotten in his car.

ohohoho! traffic? guess we can play a game of how to escape! it should be relatively easy considering how all the normies drive.

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #dorm leaders #diasomnia #ignihyde #pomefiore #savanaclaw #scarabia #octavinelle #heartslabyul #malleus draconia #riddle rosehearts #vil schoenheit #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #idia shroud #kalim al asim

[liquid-luck-00]

Marks of Magic

Day 4 Leaves of Maribat Spooktober 2023

First *** Previous *** Next

Language and cursing is used

1540 Words

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She’s been at Gotham Academy for a little over a month and the seasons were starting to turn. She was sitting in Gotham Park under a giant white oak in the middle of the park.

Sure she had to deal with an odd rogue here and there but this was peaceful.

"You know you shouldn’t be alone." She looked up from her book and saw Jason standing above her.

"I haven’t been here that long." She put away the sketchbook in her bag as she got up.

"Really?" He reached above her and plucked something from her hat. "It seems you’ve been here long enough to start growing leaves, Nettie."

"I wouldn’t have if you actually got here when you said you would." She pouted at being called out, mostly because she did loose track of everything that happened around her. More than likely she was under that tree for an hour or two.

"B was being a pain, Alfred’s been watching me like a hawk, and…" He trailed off, he looked down kicking the ground.

"Jay." She grabbed his hands, they were cold but he didn’t seem to notice, pulling them up as his eyes followed the motion. "What happened?"

"It’s nothing." He grumbled looking away from her. So she grabbed his shoulder and squeeze them.

"Jason Peter Todd, Wayzz help me, for fucks sake something is bothering you so spill before I make you." She pulled him up slightly so they were eye level with each other. She was taller by a few centimeters but still.

"It’s nothing, really."

"It’s not nothing." She let him go. "You don't have to tell me, but if you want to I'll listen."

"I… not yet."

"Okay." She didn’t pry but knows her friend needs a distraction. "So why are there skeletons and spider webs going up everywhere?"

"What do you mean, it’s October."

"Yes and?" She tilted her head to the side, wondering why the month made a difference.

"Halloween!"

"What?"

"Have you never had Halloween?!"

"Sorry can’t say I have."

"Is it not a thing in Paris?" She shook her head in response. "Everyone gets dressed up and there is a huge festival here in the park. We would…" He would have kept talking but seemed to catch himself.

Fall she understood, granted back home it would be winding down from tourist season which meant a few final fairs would pop up. But there wouldn’t be much to note.

But this! This seemed like so much fun she had to try it.

"Dressed up, in costume?"

"Yeah! Heroes and demons, angels and monsters. Anything really."

She thought of elegant suits and dresses, masquerade was what she pictured. Not what Jay was describing at all.

"This is flying over your head, huh?"

"A bit."

"So what do you want to do?"

"It’s getting late, maybe grab a bite?"

"There’s a pretty good hotdog cart near by." Jason jabbed his thumb behind him.

"Lead the way."

Granted they weren’t even out of the park when they noticed. However in their defense they were pretty much in their own little world. It got eerily quiet, but just as fast everything came into hyper focus.

"Now which one of you was lucky number 13 to leave and set off the area?" Mari quickly looked around before her eyes focused on a stage of sorts and a man in a tacky three piece green suit with purple question marks all over it. She should probably keep more of an eye on rogue locations and incarcerations, but she just turned 14 and this should not be on her to do list.

"Well why don’t the two of you participate together, then." The Riddler practically giggled as a few henchmen shoved them into the center of this makeshift square.

Police cruisers blocked the street in order to stop traffic. The Riddler was standing on the bed of a semi truck with canons on either side of him, and what she assumes is a detonator in his hand.

"Three riddles, three detonators set up around the park. For each wrong answer I push a button, but if you’re right I won’t touch it."

"And how do we know you’ll actually keep your word?" Jason shouted at the villain.

"Quick on the suspicion, aren’t we! Where’s the fun if there’s no trust. Now!"

Mari was planning, she knows he wouldn’t actually let them go if they were right so she had to think. Two must be duds so... even if they answer right he could toss them, only one switch works so which is it?

"Let’s start simple and festive, shall we? Why do zombies never win at poker?"

She looked at Jason since she had no idea, yet he had a shit eating grin on his face.

"Because they have a tell-tale heart." Of course an Edgar Allen Poe reference, that explains his grin.

"One down two to go, kiddies." He dropped a remote, almost as if to prove it was in good faith, two remotes, it’s a 50 / 50 shot.

"Walk on the living, they don't even mumble, step on the dead, they mutter and grumble."

She blinked, the answer was simple. "Leaves."

"And the little miss speaks, correct". He drops one more remote, but this time he pulls a cane from behind him. Two henchmen come and grab each of them. The cane pointing at her, and she noticed the hollow barrel, a gun in the cane.

"Last one." Should she have been more surprised maybe, but who knows at this point. "While some spring forward, I choose to fall back. Come and join me while you sit on a haystack. I may show a movie with a crazed maniac, I will for sure host a festival to give you a heart attack."

Jay was staring livid, too angry to say a word, as he grit his teeth. This was not how she was going to die.

Sass.

Was all she thought when she closed her eyes, the riddle ringing in her mind, but no answer came. Then she opened them.

"There’s a pretty good hotdog cart near by." Jason jabbed his thumb behind him.

She looked at him puzzled, there was no way that happened, but it was so vivid in her mind, could it have actually happened, and how did she come back to this moment.

"Hey earth to Nettie is anyone home in there."

She felt a flick on her forehead, as her attention was drawn to Jay.

"Sorry I got the strangest feeling of deja-vu. This might be off the wall but… " She took a breath and recited. "While some spring forward, I choose to fall back. Come and join me while you sit on a haystack. I may show a movie with a crazed maniac, I will for sure host a festival to give you a heart attack."

"A riddle really?"

"I know it silly but it’s stuck in my head." She shrugged trying to play it off.

"October." They were walking now. "That’s the answer."

"Oh."

And then it happened, the Riddler, his speech, the suspicion from Jason, and it clicked, she called on Sass’s power, she turned back time.

"Now! Let’s start simple and festive, shall we? Why do zombies… "

She didn’t let him finish before she answered. "Because they have a tell-tale heart."

He was surprised and dropped a remote like before. "Walk on… "

"Leaves."

"While…" He stalked towards her.

"October." Things had changed, but she crossed her arms, a sense of confidence and lack of fear, made her ask. "Can you cut the theatrics now?"

"Why you little brat." He lunged at her and she pulled her fist back and caught him square in the nose before flipping him on his back.

She debated on answering him but she didn’t have to as Batman flew onto the scene.

"How? You? Nette?" Jay stumbled through his words.

"I’m from Paris, why wouldn’t I know how to do this?" She shrugged.

"I have more questions."

"Which can wait." An officer came out from the police line. "May we get a statement."

She looked over at Jason who was again staring at his shoes as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world, a feeling that someone was watching them, prickled down her spine.

"Yes, but do you mind driving us home after, it’s getting late." She tried to sound a bit shaken at the events and the officer smiled at her. He seemed honest enough.

"Of course I can, what’s your name."

"Marinette."

"I’m commissioner Gordon, and your Jason, right." She looked between the two, he nodded but Jay still avoided everyone’s eyes. "Alright let’s go."

The commissioner guided them away from the scene.

They gave a short statement before they were driven home.

She was the first one to be dropped off, and Jason tugged on her sleeve as she was getting out.

"Can…" He whispered but stopped. "Good night."

"Night Jay." She smiled as he let go, but she knows something is wrong. But she can’t do anything if he won’t tell her so she’ll wait.

"Come on Wayne." She heard as the door closed, and she blinked.

Did she hear that right. No it can’t be… can it.

Next

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[marksbear]

if u write for the Riddler, can you do a m.reader x Riddler where the reader works for the police and is secretly dating him? Maybe with dom/sub undertones where the reader is the one with full control — ⚰️

It would be my first time for writing him! I hope you like the fic my friend! ⚰ I chose to write the riddler from the batman movie, but if you want the one from Gotham just simply tell me!

SUB RIDDLER X DOM COP MALE READER

"Edward-- No I mean fucking Riddler. When the hell are you gonna lay off the murder and torture."

Edward nervously turns around from his messy desk looking up at Y/n. Y/n holds the loaded gun to Edwards head. "Y-Y/n! uhm. I--" Edward chokes on his earning a laugh from Y/n.

"I'm only joking with you Ed." Y/n says putting his gun back in the holster. "But seriously lay off some. You're getting out of hand with this. And plus my boss is gonna give me more hours since all the shit you're going." Y/n puts his hand on his boyfriend's head giving his forehead a light kiss.

"I promise you that Batman sees you Ed. Everyone sees you. Your the talk of the office all the time." Y/n says pulling his boyfriend up off his chair. "Just be careful Ed. I love you too much to see you get hurt. And I don't wanna see you inside those bars. So promise me you're gonna be careful."

"I promise Y/n. I'll be careful."

"Good boy." Y/n responds back giving him a light kiss on the lips before sitting him back down on his chair. Edward looks up at Y/n in a trance. "You can continue what you were doing." Y/n tells his boyfriend giving the back of his head one last kiss before leaving the room.

Moments like that terrified Edward. Even though Y/n and him were dating for a long time and he knew that Y/n loved him no matter what it still scares him.

Theres no telling that one day Y/n isn't joking and actually shoots him or arrests him. He hated the way Y/n was fully in control. Y/n always had control over him since day one.

Edward thought once he revealed his little villain persona to Y/n that Y/n would be scared of him. He wanted to bow down to if he was some sort of king, but Y/n half other plans. Once Edward revealed himself as the Riddler Y/n already had a gun to Edward.

"I already knew. But thanks for telling me. I figured it was you a long time ago love. But since I love you too much to give you to my evil co-workers i'll leave you alone. But don't think I won't hesitate to take you down my love." Y/n confesses putting the gun on a flat surface before stalking up to his boyfriend.

"You look cute with your little costume. I like it on you." Y/n kisses the top of the mask where the head is supposed to be before leaving Riddler alone with his thoughts.

Editor Bear!: Because I felt like the fic was too short I added some headcanons!

Edward would leave Y/n tiny messages on his victims. It would be for Y/n to only recognize it. And sometimes would use the little riddle cards to communicate with Y/n using letters to spell out words.

Y/n hides / takes anything that can get Edward caught.

Y/n using his car sirens to get through traffic so he can pick up Edward after work.

Edward and Y/n exchange riddles back and forth during lazy days.

Edward picking up habits from Y/n. Like how Y/n studies information, drinking coffee,

Edward passes around the idea of you joining him to be a villain.

Y/n giving Edward private information about the person hes stalking about. Like giving him personal files about the person.

Edward standing in the background watching Y/n alongside the other officers work.

THE END!

#edward nygma #edward nygma x male reader #riddler x male reader #the riddler x male reader #x male reader #male reader #dc x male reader #the bear club

[ridhearts]

The first step to your lofty diplomatic dreams starts here...

*note: the housewardens all follow a specific order! please click below for the chapters as they're intended to be read!

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THE QUEENDOM OF ROSES - RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

The Queendom of Roses is essentially the economic hub of the continent, at least when it comes to foreign markets. Though any remaining relationships are strictly for business, the Rosehearts family has managed to maintain contact with all the other countries of the continent except Briar Valley. The Coral Coast conducts all of their trade through the Queendom of Roses - while Pyroxene is closer, they have adopted a rather solitary policy, so the Queendom was the next best option. Additionally, the Rosehearts heir has a strong connection to the young heir Che’nya from abroad, solidifying their standing in international trade. Thus, the Queendom has become the unofficial central hub.

The ruling family has a firm hold on trade and on every day life of their citizens. From strictly enforced tariffs and trade routes, to specific tea times and daily beverages that must be consumed, those within the Queendom have a strict regimen that they must adhere to. When attending an important event, the only nobles more easily offended at a brash display than the Pyroxenes are the Rosarians.

The Card Soldiers are Her Majesty’s royal guard and are widely regarded as some of the best personal officers around. Many young hopefuls are trained within the borders of the Queendom before returning to their country to serve their lords, ladies and sovereigns.

MEETINGS

The Queendom of Roses maintained a hesitant relationship with your kingdom during the war. Once news came to the Queen that a new family was taking power, an invitation was bestowed upon you: visit her country, spend some time at the castle, and learn all about the social etiquette of the upper class.

Considering you were only a humble villager before becoming the next in line for the throne, you accepted the invitation. In fact, you were grateful for it. The fact that you had been invited made it easy for you to strengthen your ties to their kingdom, and hopefully reforge your bond!

You traveled to their Queendom as soon as you confirmed the arrangement, eager to start your diplomatic journey. Along the way, you were astounded by the wonderful smell of flowers and the bright, colorful landscape. People milled about the cobbled streets in fanciful suits and dresses, sporting fun decorated hats and eye-catching cravats. The foot traffic darted everywhere, even in front of your carriage, yet rather than busy chaos there was a sense of orderliness to it. A deep chime of a clock tower struck, spurring everyone on with a renewed sense of purpose. It was quite the contrast to your gray, rocky kingdom, where there was still physical damage visible from the dirt main streets and hopelessness seemed a day away.

Although, arriving on the castle grounds, you were surprised there wasn't much…fanfare. Your previous king always made a grand procession out of visitors, even when the visitors became a slow trickle of mages called in to protect the magestones and gorge themselves on food bought with taxpayer money. The guards, expecting your arrival, let you inside of the castle. It was quiet, so quiet your heeled shoes clicked against the floor and echoed. For a moment you thought you got the date wrong and worried that you were trespassing.

Somebody's heels approached from the hallway, quick and steady against the solid, shining floors. You were expecting a regal queen with a large dress, akin to the dresses your mother now wore. Instead, you watched as a short boy with red hair appeared, taking the stairs with ease. He held you in a gaze that bordered between blank and narrowed while gracefully closing the distance between the two of you. No matter how he compared to you in size or how cute he appeared, his aura of command was simply too strong for you to reject. You couldn't decide if the scepter in his hand was an accessory or a weapon.

"Ah…" You trailed off dumbly. His expression didn't change, but something flashed in his eyes and you could tell that your introduction was a test which you already failed. Suddenly rushing in your movements, you fumbled with the fabric of your clothes, tried to remember how to position your hands, and did your best curtsy or bow.

"Greetings…your highness?"

A moment of silence stretched between the two of you, unfriendly and unforgiving. The boy's eyes were as cold as an iron sword left unsheathed in the dead of winter. The longer he looked at you, the more the corners of his mouth tilted down into a small frown. Admittedly, it looked more like a pout than a frown, but you didn't dare utter a word and push yourself further from his good graces.

"Unacceptable," he finally muttered, averting his disappointed gaze. You swallowed.

"Apologies," you tried again. "You caught me off guard. I was expecting the Queen."

"Mother will not be administering your courses. She has left the duty to me," He explained. With a glance, you finally registered the small crown on his head, but quickly ducked your head back down in apology.

"I wasn’t aware. We didn't discuss the details in our letters."

He examined your bashful expression before stepping back, deciding this argument wasn't worth wasting time on. "Very well. My name is Riddle Rosehearts. I am the son of the queen and the heir to the throne. It is my duty to ensure you pass the same etiquette training I received, so that you might not tarnish what little reputation your country has left."

Your heart sank at that. There wasn't a moment that passed where you didn't love your country and its people. Your family risked their lives to fight for a better future, and now you were the one responsible for enriching your people's lives in every way you could. Even if you didn't have much of a name for your country, the dig still hurt. But you needed this to go well more than anything else, so you forced a polite smile.

"Shall we start immediately, then?" You asked sweetly.

Riddle scoffed. "Yes. Our first lesson: do not smile so widely. It is most assuredly without grace."

You instantly dropped your smile and followed Riddle through the hall.

The invitation didn't specify much of the details: who would administer your courses, how long they would take place, what exactly counted as passing - all these things were unknown to you. It appeared, though, that these lessons were going to be much more intense than you thought.

On the first day, Riddle nearly scolded you for coming so ill-prepared when you told him that you didn’t have anything with which to take notes. After staring at you for a moment, he huffed and left the room wordlessly. You sat on the edge of your seat, anxiously twiddling your thumbs until he returned with a bound journal and pen. Though he didn’t allow the book to slam on the table in front of you, he did pass it to you with a pointed look that served the same purpose as a loud thwack! Still, he was mostly addressing the basics verbally, indicating where you should be taking notes…which was practically after everything he said.

It lured you into a false sense of security. Maybe the prince had a bit of an attitude problem, but he was knowledgeable, and he’d pass his knowledge onto you for you to write down and review on your own time - preferably when you were far from the confines of this castle and on your way back home.

How wrong you were.

The very next day, he insisted that you put everything he told you into practice, without notes. You sputtered. “Certainly you don’t honestly expect that I’ve remembered all that?!”

“Why not? Any diligent student would have studied for at least an hour after lessons.”

“An hour?! We went over the information for hours after dinner, and I needed sleep!”

Riddle wasn’t one to be reasoned with, however, and still insisted you repeat the information back to him. Feeling stuck in the castle, without much of an option, you sighed and did your best.

Of course, how could anybody remember the precise order of nobility in such a short amount of time? There were so many dinner, lunch and breakfast rules to learn, ones that seemed to change based on the meal, the day, the amount of time you were sitting at the table after finishing your meal…

Every day, Riddle heaped hours of information on you, then expected you to relay it back to him the next day perfectly. When you fumbled the order of nobility, he made you write the order in your journal fifty times without looking at a reference. If your handwriting wasn’t up to snuff, he made you write out entire sections of the Queendom’s law in perfect script. Your pace and posture had to be perfect, or else you were forced to walk up and down the massive hallways with books stacked upon your head. At meals, every bite had to be prim and proper, or he’d lecture you before you could even pick up your fork again. 

And don’t get him started on the dancing.

You were dreadfully ill-prepared for the dancing. How did you know? Riddle told you first thing in the morning when he met you in the library and immediately shooed you out to go to a ballroom. There was no good morning to preface the information; just, “This next lesson will be positively dreadful.”

The first few hours were spent learning simple steps and motions, where to put your hands, how to follow and how to lead, et cetera. He even brought in two of his staff to help you in practicing switching off. You didn’t spend long in their company, but one of them insisted you were the sweetest thing, while the other gave you a wry grin in silent apology for Riddle’s behavior. It was a welcome reprieve.

But then it was back to being the focus of Riddle’s vigilant attention, and you ended the day with sore feet and growing animosity towards the only country that bothered to remember yours even existed.

You were in the middle of drafting a letter to your father, letting him know that the lessons were intensive and you’d be staying another week but you missed him and the others terribly, when there was a knock on the door. Opening it, you saw the green-haired butler from earlier. He informed you that tomorrow morning, you’d have the day to yourself while Riddle went to oversee some business with the Card Soldiers and you were welcome to attend, but your presence was not an obligation of your lessons. The way he said it made it seem like the only smart option.

Still, the next day you ate your breakfast slowly, trying not to notice how empty the large dining hall truly felt without Riddle berating you for doing something wrong. You barely even noticed how much care you were taking to eat the way he taught you, too lost in thought on what you should do.

After you finished, you glanced at the clock and then remained seated to think. You could explore the castle, or brush up on your assignments. Or, you mused dryly, you could hop in your carriage and leave, never to be seen or heard from by any Rosarian ever again. Or, a little voice said, you could check on Riddle.

You instinctively looked at the clock again, right as 15 minutes had passed. You hated when the universe gave you signs pointing in the direction you didn’t want to go.

Tentatively, you wandered through the halls the way the butler told you to go, walking past eclectic decorations of mainly red and black. Two large doors (that were, honestly, more window than door) led to the gardens, which then led to a training field. Walking through the lush green hedges and fragrant red roses, you were hit by how much you stuck out, dressed in dreary gray. Depressed, you realized that maybe you didn’t fit in at all - you were just a peasant playing royal, and maybe you were a lost cause.

Startled shouts caught your attention, snapping you out of your pity. You hurried towards the training field, a little less graceful than Riddle would have liked, and stopped right as you rounded the corner. 

You were just in time to see Riddle shouting and waving his scepter, summoning a heart-shaped collar around the neck of a redheaded recruit. He immediately yanked at it, though the annoyance in his face indicated that this had happened before. Still, he bit back at Riddle’s vicious words with venom of his own. You admired this future soldier more and more with each thing he said.

All at once, the commotion died down, and everybody fell silent. From the other side of the field, the queen approached, adorned in a great dress with a startlingly high collar. Her crown and scepter were both bigger than Riddle’s, though her hair was a similar, rich shade of red. As she approached, Riddle almost seemed to shrink back. It seemed like a smarter decision for you to duck back behind the corner and eavesdrop than stand and watch dumbly.

Due to the great distance between you and the other royals, you couldn’t quite make out every word that was exchanged. All you knew was there was a cold fury underlying her tone, and nobody dared to interrupt. Harsh words like ‘expected better,’ ‘utterly disappointing,’ ‘wasted authority,’ and ‘disgrace’ floated to you in the wind, so bitter and sharp that you almost felt like crying. After a while, you heard footsteps that you now knew were Riddle’s, and they were much faster than the pace he insisted you keep. For a moment you were worried he’d turn and catch you hiding, but he entered the castle through a nearby door instead. After a moment of holding your breath, you hurried back to the guest room and tried to avoid all the staff, as if you had heard a secret regarding national security and not a very public argument.

For the rest of the morning, you stared aimlessly at your notes, something like guilt gnawing at you. Lunch was spent alone again, and you hurried to get out of the too-big room. Afterwards, you waited in the library for your lessons to begin, but nobody showed up. Hesitantly, you checked the ballroom - also empty. Huffing, you wandered the grounds aimlessly, hoping to run into Riddle and to not run into the queen. Eventually you did run into somebody, but it wasn’t anybody you held a conversation with before.

The orange-haired member of the staff that helped you in your dancing lessons bounded up to you with a bright smile. “Heya! I come bearing what I assume to be good news!”

“Oh?” 

“Yup! Your lessons for this afternoon have been canceled! Though I can see you figured that out from how difficult it was to find you.”

“Oh…” You trailed off, not sure why you felt disappointed. Then you asked, “Did something happen? Something I can help with?”

A sad half-smile took over Cater’s expression. “It would be rude to ask a guest to help settle internal affairs.”

Nodding, you waved farewell to Cater and resumed your mindless wandering for a while. It seemed royals didn’t know how to behave when the feelings and security of others were involved. The grand halls felt all too imposing all of a sudden, like an ominous picture of what you were to become. Would you, too, become callous and cruel, uncaring for your people, uncaring for your family? Would your temper become a small fuse, lit at the smallest infraction?

Shuddering, you spent the remaining hours until dinner distracting yourself with your studies. Dinner was spent alone, again. This time, once you finished, you stayed at your seat for longer than 15 minutes, stuck in a loop of rumination. It wasn’t until Trey called your name that you snapped out of your miniature trance. In his hands, he held a tray of slices of a strawberry tart.

“Oh, you’re still here. Would you like dessert?” He asked, already offering you a plate and a fork. You took it in your hands and held it, not sure if you were willing to spend another 20 minutes aware of how lonely the table was.

But Trey was watching you expectantly, so you cut off a small piece and tried it in front of him. A second after the bite hit your tongue, your eyes widened in surprise. “Woah! This is amazing!”

Trey looked bashful. “Ah, it’s nothing. Riddle thinks so, too. They’re his favorite, after all.”

At the mention of Riddle’s name, you focused your gaze on Trey rather than the tart. “Are you bringing those to him?”

Trey nodded. Then, almost conspiratorially, he added, “But if anybody asks, this is a welcome gift for you.”

“Very well,” you said instinctively, not wanting to involve yourself in personal affairs. As Trey left, though, you couldn’t stop the nagging feeling in your gut. Sighing, you stood and said, “May I take those up with you?”

'Taking the tray up with him' wound up being you standing outside the door to Riddle’s room by yourself. Tentatively, you knocked, trying your best to balance the tray on one hand. In a firm, cold voice, Riddle called out, “Busy.”

You weren’t sure if calling out to him and revealing it was you would make him open the door or insist you leave him alone. Instead, you knocked again, more persistently. Again, Riddle called out, “Busy!”

Adjusting the tray on your hand, you huffed and hit the door solidly once with your fist. Then you stepped back, expecting the door to swing open in indignation. It did, revealing a very angry Riddle who was ready to chew out a member of his staff, or perhaps send them to the dungeon (if the castle even had one. You weren’t sure.) When he saw it was you, shock took over his expression - then indignation, annoyance, and finally, resignation. “What are you doing? I don’t need to tell you how inappropriate that was, do I?”

“You weren’t answering,” You defended, knowing full well that you sounded rather petulant. In an attempt to lessen his aggression, you displayed the tray of tarts. “This was important.”

Conflict flashed in Riddle’s eyes as he gazed at the tarts. Then he cleared his throat and looked away. 

“Dessert is not important,” he started, reluctantly. Trying to change the subject, he said in an accusatory tone, “For the record, it could be scandalous if you were caught outside my room, alone, at night, with a tray of sweets.”

“We haven’t gone over the dessert lessons. How was I to know? I’m also not sure exactly what quantity of dessert is considered appropriate, but I’m almost positive it isn’t eight slices at once. I’ve already had a bite of one, and if I’m left to eat these by myself, I will eat them all.”

Riddle tried to appear scandalized, but only seemed to be amused. “You’d think I’d have learned by now that there is no getting through to you…” But he stepped out of his room, shut the door, and led you to a balcony where you could eat your dessert together in peace.

The two of you sat on opposite sides of the small table on the balcony, overlooking the rose maze. In the distance, the lanterns of the village glowed brightly, the buildings tall and concrete. You were too amazed upon your arrival to realize how different the Queendom of Roses truly was from your country. It was more…stable. Your people deserved such security and beauty.

When Riddle wasn’t breathing down your neck to overanalyze every motion you made during a meal, he was surprisingly peaceful company. You ate your first slices in silence, admiring the dark landscape and sorting through the tension that was thick within the castle walls.

Riddle broke the silence first. “What is it like in your country?”

“Hm?” You asked, before you could stop yourself from acting disgracefully. Riddle didn’t seem to mind, at least, not this time. It never occurred to you that you hadn’t really talked about your home while you were here. Everything was all business, all etiquette and lessons. “It’s…not as green, for starters.”

“You’re situated right beneath the mountain range, right?” He asked, though you knew he wasn’t truly asking for clarification. “Do you…dislike it?”

“No! Not at all!” You insisted, and finally the dam broke. “It’s great at home. The ground is solid and there are forests with rock shelves like giant staircases up the mountains. The peaks are majestic, and there’s almost always a comforting fog in the mornings that feels like a cozy blanket…”

As you talked about your country, Riddle listened with rapt attention and helped himself to a second slice of tart. Every now and then, he’d interject to ask questions, getting you started on a new tangent about your life before royalty and your favorite home traditions. By the time you slowed down and realized how much you’ve been talking, most of the tart was gone and your throat was dry. Doing your best to clear it gracefully, you avoided Riddle’s steady gaze.

“I…realize I forgot many of your teachings,” You said meekly, your voice significantly softer. Riddle widened his eyes and soon watched his lap. He frowned and, much like when you first met him, it appeared more as a pout.

“I wasn’t thinking about that at all,” He admitted. A warm breeze blew over the both of you, nearly carrying his voice away with it. This shy vision of him was far different from the authoritative version that usually walked through the castle. “It sounds lovely, back at your kingdom. I was simply enjoying your stories. And…you’re much better company than the previous king.”

You laughed at that, starting at the prim giggle he originally made you learn before it escalated into something a little more true. “The competition was really stiff, was it?”

Riddle chuckled with you, a warm and rosy blush crawling to his cheeks. After a few stressful weeks for the both of you, a healthy laugh devolved into near-hysterics, taking much longer than the situation truly called for. As the two of you tried to calm yourselves down, you avoided making direct eye contact for fear of starting up again. Instead, you both looked over the small piece of the village again, willing the serenity to reach you.

Your thoughts calmed, first at the beauty of the lights against the dark sky, then at the overwhelming pull of how badly you wanted to achieve this for yourself. There was so much to be done: even after your people fixed the battered streets and structural damage, even after the harvest came and went and you properly rationed the food that wasn’t destroyed, even if you managed to reinstill some semblance of trust in the government of the country, all that work would only bring you to sea level. After that, there was much to improve: defenses, infrastructure, overall quality of life, foreign relations…and, on top of it all, you still had to figure out how, exactly, to defeat the encroaching blot.

For a sobering moment, you realized exactly where you were. The results of the war caught up to you, a king and countless innocent people dead, you and your family on the throne and the final defense between everybody and an unknowable monster. There was so much you didn’t know, and yet it was up to you to save it all.

“I never brought it up,” You started quietly. “But…thank you for continuing to support us all this time.”

Riddle appeared bashful - or ashamed? “Ah…it was nothing. Actually, it was purely strategic. Whoever emerged victorious would be appreciative of our support.”

“Ah. Well, I am,” You admitted, shifting in your seat. “Who knows? Maybe there are a couple of magestones with your name on them back home.”

“I see I’ll have to add a lesson in negotiating to our plans.” Finally, Riddle stood, smiling the kind of grin that, on anybody else, would be accompanied by rolling eyes. He held out his hand, clearly offering for you to take it. “It was a pleasure talking to you. Here’s to reaffirming our alliance.”

Taken aback by his sudden shift into prince mode, you gingerly place your hand on his and let him guide you out of your seat. “Here’s to affirming our friendship.”

For a long moment, neither of you said anything. Then, slowly, as he watched with wide eyes for any hint of dissent, Riddle bent at the middle and pressed a chaste kiss to your knuckles so quickly, it was hardly anything more than an accidental brush.

With your newfound understanding of each other, the future lessons went by quickly. No longer uncomfortable in the castle, you were able to study more efficiently, eventually reaching Riddle’s expectations. He split your workload into sections, taking you on frequent breaks to walk around the castle grounds. While you weren’t working on etiquette or any questions you had, you both planned ideal ways to welcome the other into your respective countries. It was like gossiping with your friends in the village all over again, and it gave you hope for the monumental tasks ahead.

Finally, with most of your lessons having been successfully completed, Riddle spent your final week helping you draft trade agreements, giving you a rundown of each nation’s specialty, the best trade routes, and other important information. For the time being, you knew you’d have to get most of your resources from him - all the other routes were in various states of disrepair, and your relationship with other countries was still practically nonexistent.

One day, he sent Trey to lead you to his office. As Trey opened the door, you were struck by how official Riddle looked behind the grand desk, framed by massive bookcases and an intricate tapestry behind him. However, his stern expression eased as soon as you walked through the door. He gestured at a seat across from his desk, waiting for Trey to shut the door before interlocking his fingers and resting his chin on them.

“We don’t normally do paperwork in here,” You mused, looking around. Once you settled your gaze on him, Riddle straightened his posture and tapped on the forms in the center of his desk with one finger.

“Yes, well. This one is a bit more finicky,” He explained. Curiously, you slid the paper your way and scanned the words carefully. As the words sunk in, your eyes darted from the paper to Riddle and back again.

“You’re transferring some of your Card Soldiers?” You asked. “Thank you, but I couldn’t take them away from home so suddenly.”

“Nonsense. They’re eager for the opportunity. Besides,” Riddle lowered his voice, eyes drifting from side to side as if somebody could simply appear. “You would be doing a great service for them and me.”

Glancing at the papers again, you read the names printed in Riddle’s neat handwriting. After a moment’s hesitation, the names clicked and you remembered which soldiers he was talking about. The two card soldiers had a propensity for trouble - not the kind that would endanger you, but the kind that would endanger them the longer they remained under the rule of the queen. Nodding slightly, you held your hand out for a pen to confirm the transfer.

“Personal guard, huh?” You mused. The situation in your kingdom was getting more and more official with each passing day. It gave you hope.

When it was finally time for you to depart, you thanked Riddle for all of his help with a deep - and perfect - curtsy or bow. He bowed in return, then the both of you watched each other for a moment. The queen hadn’t welcomed you, and she wasn’t seeing you off; after your inadvertent experience with her, you figured that was best.

“I’ll write to you,” You decided firmly. Behind you, the door to your carriage was opened, signaling that it was time to start the long journey home.

“Yes. I look forward to hearing how my lessons have assisted you.”

“That,” you agreed, “and to check in on you. As friends. Interpersonally.”

Riddle paled and cleared his throat. “A-ah, right. I’ll…I look forward to that, as well.”

With a smile and a wave, you turned and made your way to the carriage. Though you would miss Riddle, you were eager to return home and see what progress had been made. You kept waving until the carriage rolled past the gates, but you only turned your back to him once you could no longer see the difference between his white uniform and the white castle steps.

Riddle watched you leave, not daring to release the wistful sigh in his chest until you were entirely out of sight.

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NEVER LEAVE ⋆

pairing: season4!steve x reader

synopsis: steve sees you after being away for a while.

tw: feminine described character, slight groping, fluff, kissing (no use of y/n)

any type of interaction including likes, comments, and reblogs is appreciated! but ultimately not necessary. let me know if im missing any warnings!

june 14, 1986

the day might have not been significant to most, but it was gravely important to steve, and well you. see, you were arriving back into town after being away with a large portion of your family in new york for almost a month. as much as steve loved having long calls with you, it was not half as good as being able to hug you tightly. along with other things...

your fingers tap at a fast pace as you begin to finally recognize the streets of hawkins without a map. you didn't expect to be so anxiety-riddled. i mean, you had been with him for almost a year and a half.

the harsh sound of the car door slamming closed invaded your eardrums. though that didn't even come close to slowing you from hastily walking towards the local family video that steve along with robin works at.

the bell dinged as the glass door slammed behind you. moving your hair out of your face, finally slowing your pace, you stood at the door, scanning the store for the sight of farrah fawcett-filled hair, so volumized that it usually peered over the tall shelves of family video.

not seeing him you began to walk through each individual aisle, just as you began to think that you got it wrong, and steve wasn't working today.

stopping in your tracks, on your way to the door, you heard a loud voice, "welcome into family video, is there anything you're looking for?"

turning around with haste, you began to see an almost giddy type smile form on steve's face. stalking over to you, his hands slotted on either side of your face, slightly squeezing your cheeks.

"what are you doing here? you weren't supposed to be here for a couple more hours", considering the idea that time just got away from him, steve looked towards his watch that was directly in his eye line. nope, he was correct, you were 2 hours early.

"well that was the plan, but there wasn't as much traffic as we though there would be"

"well i'm not complaining", refocusing on you, steve hugged you tightly, while rubbing his thumbs against your plush cheeks. before realizing that he hadn't kissed you yet. though you two seemed to be on the same page, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, you began to talk again, "ohh let me go out to the car, i have a gift for you "

just as you began to turn sharply, walking away for steve, his large hand grabbed your forearm, "woahhh where are you going? you can't just kiss me and walk away from me!"

letting out a laugh, you walked back to him, cradling his neck, you began to kiss him rather passionately. only beginning to slow down when he snaked his hand around your waist, hands now splayed onto your ass.

forcing away his hands for the swell of your ass, "steve! stop it! were in front of the glass!"

between leaving kisses on your shoulder, he spoke, "no one is even around"

pulling away from his body, you grabbed his hand and began pulling towards the parking lot of the family video you were currently standing in.

"hey! what are you doing!" steve whined.

"oh come on, i need to get your gift"

unlocking your car, steve comes up from behind, whispering into the shell of your ear, "You aren't allowed to ever leave again"

feminine described character, sexual innuendo

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