#neon x ruby

[evilrwbyfan]

check out lesbian power

#me and my friend were talking earlier #and now another one of their shipnames is rainbow eyes #its mainly a joke but i thought itd be funyo share #they kiss goodnight every day #rwby #ruby rose #neon katt #ruby x neon #neon x ruby #neon red rwby #my art

[superiorsturgeon]

Neon: *flirting*

Whitley: *awkwardly trying to flirt back and failing endearingly*

Ruby: Awwww!!! Weiss, it’s so adorable that you set up your little brother with Neon! Look at him struggling to flirt!

Weiss: *proud* It wasn’t so difficult! All I had to say was:

Weiss: “Wanna piss off father?”

What would you call Neon X Whitley? VIP? High Life?

#rwby #whitley schnee #weiss schnee #neon katt #Ruby rose #Whitley X neon #Whitley Schnee X neon katt #High Roller

[princess-sof-time]

hi, may I request headcanons for a tsundere gn reader who desires to be seen as an image of being successful (so that they can impress their partner but they’ll never tell them that) and secretly gets flustered to being called cute with Ruby, Akane, Kana, Tohru and Asuka? Thanks very much and have a nice day!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ──────

🅁🅄🄱🅈 🄷🄾🅂🄷🄸🄽🄾

• Ruby deeply admires the reader's dedication to maintaining an image of success. They recognize the amount of effort the reader puts into their work and personal goals, which inspires Ruby to push themselves further as well. Ruby often finds themselves in awe of the reader's determination, seeing it as one of their most endearing qualities.

• As Ruby spends more time with the reader, they become perceptive enough to see through their tsundere facade. While the reader may try to act tough and independent, Ruby can see glimpses of vulnerability and insecurity. They understand that the reader desires recognition for their accomplishments but might feel hesitant to admit it openly.

• Whenever Ruby call him the reader cute, shey do it with a gentle smile and a fondness in their voice. She know that the reader appreciates being recognized for their hard work, even if they might not express it directly. Ruby's compliments are their way of showing support and affection, and they carefully watch for the reader's reaction.

• When Ruby notices a slight blush on the reader's face after calling them cute, shey find it absolutely adorable. She know the reader values their tough exterior and don't want to push them too much. Instead, Ruby takes the opportunity to give them a reassuring squeeze or a soft kiss on the cheek, letting them know that it's okay to let their guard down with them.

• As Ruby and the reader continue to grow closer, they create a safe space where vulnerability is welcomed. The reader gradually opens up about their desire for success and how it relates to their partner. Ruby listens attentively, understanding their intentions and appreciating the efforts they make for their relationship as well.

• Ruby becomes the reader's biggest cheerleader, always by their side, supporting and encouraging them in their pursuit of success. They understand that the reader's drive comes from a place of wanting to impress them, and while they appreciate their efforts, they want the reader to know that their love and admiration go beyond external achievements.

• During intimate moments, Ruby expresses their love and admiration for the reader, reassuring them that they are already successful in their eyes. They remind the reader that their worth is not solely based on their accomplishments but on the person they are and the love they share. Ruby's words help the reader let go of their need to constantly prove themselves, allowing them to embrace their vulnerability and find comfort in their relationship.

• In their relationship, Ruby sees the reader's journey toward success as something to be cherished and supported. They value the reader's determination and appreciate their desire to impress them, but they also want the reader to know that they love them for who they are, independent of any external achievements.

🄰🄺🄰🄽🄴 🄺🅄🅁🄾🄺🄰🅆🄰

• Akane is initially intrigued by the reader's desire for success, as it resonates with her own goals and ambitions. She sees the reader's determination as a quality she can relate to and admires. It sparks a sense of camaraderie between them, fostering a deeper connection.

• As their relationship progresses, Akane often engages the reader in friendly competition, encouraging them to reach even greater heights. She believes in their potential and wants to see them succeed. Akane pushes them to step out of their comfort zone, challenging them to surpass their own limits and achieve their goals.

• Akane's observant nature allows her to notice the reader's genuine happiness when they receive praise for their accomplishments. She sees the spark in their eyes and the glow on their face, knowing that their hard work has paid off. Seeing their joy brings a sense of fulfillment to Akane, reinforcing her belief in their abilities.

• When Akane playfully calls the reader cute, she does it with a mischievous smile. She knows how to push their buttons in a playful manner, enjoying their flustered reaction. Akane finds their embarrassment endearing, as it reveals a vulnerable side they often try to hide. She teases them, but deep down, she secretly cherishes those moments and finds them utterly charming.

• Despite the teasing, Akane genuinely appreciates the reader's efforts and successes. She celebrates their achievements, whether big or small, and acknowledges the hard work they put into their endeavors. Akane understands the importance of validation and praise, and she ensures the reader knows that their accomplishments matter to her.

• In private moments, Akane expresses her admiration for the reader. She lets them know how proud she is of their progress and the dedication they display in their pursuit of success. Akane's words of encouragement and support are like a soothing balm to the reader's soul, reassuring them that they are on the right path and that she believes in them wholeheartedly.

• As their relationship deepens, Akane becomes not just a rival but also a pillar of strength and motivation for the reader. She understands the intricacies of their drive for success and encourages them to find a balance between ambition and self-care. Akane reminds the reader that it's essential to celebrate milestones and enjoy the journey rather than solely focusing on the destination.

• Together, Akane and the reader embark on a journey of personal growth and success. They inspire each other, pushing boundaries and striving for greatness. With Akane's unwavering support and the reader's determination, they form a powerful duo, conquering challenges and achieving their dreams.

🄺🄰🄽🄰 🄰🅁🄸🄼🄰

• Kana deeply appreciates the reader's drive for success, recognizing the determination and ambition that fuels their desire to impress their partner. She understands their longing for validation and acknowledges that it's a natural human need to want to be seen as successful in the eyes of someone they care about.

• In their relationship, Kana takes on the role of a supportive cheerleader for the reader. She offers constant encouragement, knowing that a little bit of motivation can go a long way. Kana believes in the reader's abilities and sees their potential for greatness, always ready to lend a helping hand whenever they need it. Whether it's providing advice, listening to their ideas, or simply being a sounding board, Kana is there to support the reader every step of the way.

• Kana's perceptive nature allows her to see through the reader's attempts to hide their true feelings. She can sense their insecurities, even if they try to mask them behind a tough exterior. Kana finds their blushes adorable, recognizing that their reactions stem from a mix of embarrassment and genuine appreciation. She takes delight in witnessing their bashful response, finding it endearing and charming.

• When Kana playfully calls the reader cute, she does it with a soft smile and a twinkle in her eyes. She enjoys the sight of the reader's bashful reaction, as it reminds her of their vulnerability and their desire to be seen as more than just someone striving for success. Kana understands the importance of maintaining a balance between achieving goals and embracing one's softer side.

• In their intimate moments, Kana expresses her love and admiration for the reader, assuring them that they are already loved and valued regardless of their accomplishments. She reminds them that their worth extends far beyond their quest for success and that they deserve to be cherished for who they are at their core. Kana's words of affirmation serve as a gentle reminder that their partner's love and acceptance are not contingent on their achievements.

• Within their relationship, Kana fosters an environment where the reader can embrace their vulnerability without fear of judgment. She creates a safe space for them to share their dreams, fears, and aspirations openly. Kana encourages the reader to find solace in their partner's support, knowing that success is not solely defined by external recognition but by the journey they embark on together.

• Together, Kana and the reader navigate the complexities of pursuing success while remaining true to themselves. They find solace in each other's understanding and appreciate the beauty of growth and self-discovery. With Kana's unwavering support and the reader's determination, they become a formidable team, sharing in both the triumphs and the joys of their shared journey.

🅃🄾🄷🅁🅄 🄷🄾🄽🄳🄰

• Tohru deeply admires the reader's ambition and understands their longing to be seen as successful. As their romantic partner, she recognizes the drive and determination that the reader possesses, and she finds it incredibly attractive. Tohru believes wholeheartedly in the reader's abilities and dreams, always providing unwavering support in their pursuit of success.

• In their relationship, Tohru is not only the reader's biggest cheerleader but also their pillar of strength. She offers a comforting presence and a listening ear whenever the reader needs someone to confide in or seek advice from. Tohru's unwavering support serves as a source of motivation for the reader, encouraging them to push through challenges and strive for greatness.

• Tohru's perceptive nature allows her to notice the reader's moments of embarrassment whenever she playfully calls them cute. She finds their genuine reactions charming and endearing, understanding that their blushing is a reflection of their humility and desire to maintain a tough exterior. Tohru handles these situations with care and tenderness, making sure not to overwhelm the reader but rather uplift them and boost their self-confidence.

• Tohru often finds subtle ways to remind the reader of their inherent cuteness without overpowering them. She may leave little affectionate notes for them to find, expressing her admiration for their accomplishments and highlighting their endearing qualities. These gestures serve as gentle reminders that the reader's success and their lovable nature go hand in hand, and they don't have to hide their cuteness in order to be taken seriously.

• As the reader and Tohru continue to deepen their romantic bond, they create a nurturing and supportive environment for one another. Tohru's unwavering belief in the reader's potential helps them overcome self-doubt and embrace their true selves. She celebrates their victories, both big and small, and encourages them to find a balance between their pursuit of success and the joy of simply being themselves.

• During intimate moments, Tohru expresses her love and adoration for the reader, reassuring them that they are already successful and cherished in her eyes. She reminds the reader that their worth extends far beyond external achievements, emphasizing the beauty she sees in their character and the love they share. Tohru's words of affirmation and affection allow the reader to let go of their need for validation and bask in the warmth of their relationship.

• In their relationship, Tohru and the reader share a love that embraces both their individual ambitions and their inherent cuteness. They inspire each other to reach new heights, finding comfort and strength in their shared journey. Together, they navigate the complexities of success, supporting one another with unwavering love and the belief that their relationship is a catalyst for both personal growth and enduring happiness.

🄰🅂🅄🄺🄰 🄻🄰🄽🄶🄻🄴🅈

• At the start of their relationship, Asuka maintains a degree of skepticism regarding the reader's desire for success. She suspects that their drive may stem from a need for external validation, which raises her concerns about the authenticity of their goals. However, as Asuka spends more time with the reader and witnesses their unwavering dedication and genuine passion, her initial skepticism begins to fade.

• Asuka gradually develops a deep respect for the reader's unwavering commitment to their aspirations. She recognizes the immense effort and hard work they put into their pursuits, admiring their determination and the sacrifices they make along the way. With time, Asuka becomes a firm believer in the reader's capabilities and potential for success.

• Asuka's admiration for the reader's dedication translates into her role as their partner. She becomes a driving force, consistently pushing them to overcome their limitations and break through barriers. Asuka challenges the reader to go beyond what they believe they are capable of, encouraging them to step out of their comfort zone and embrace growth.

• One of the ways Asuka playfully shows her affection for the reader is by calling them cute. She takes delight in seeing their flustered reaction, finding it both amusing and endearing. Asuka's teasing nature comes from a place of fondness and affection, and she enjoys witnessing the reader's authentic responses. Deep down, she is genuinely proud of their accomplishments and the progress they make in their pursuit of success.

• In their intimate moments, Asuka expresses her pride in the reader's achievements. She makes sure to let them know that their accomplishments, no matter how big or small, are noteworthy and deserving of celebration. Asuka's words of encouragement and praise serve as a reminder to the reader of their capabilities and the impact they have on others.

• Asuka's unwavering support and pride in the reader's journey are evident throughout their relationship. She remains by their side, providing a source of strength and motivation. Asuka celebrates their victories and helps them navigate the inevitable setbacks they may encounter along the way.

• In their partnership, Asuka and the reader build a strong foundation of trust and understanding. She recognizes that their desire for success goes beyond external validation, and she appreciates the depth of their passion and commitment. Together, they inspire and challenge one another, embarking on a journey of growth, achievement, and enduring love.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ──────

#anime x reader #neon genesis evangelion x reader #evangelion x reader #kana arima x reader #adult ruby hoshino #akane kurokawa x reader #tohru honda x reader #asuka langley x reader #fruits basket x reader

[luxbennet]

Asuken 💚

#end of evangelion #evangelion 3.0+1.0 #3.0+1.0 #evangelion rebuild #evangelion asuka #asuka shikinami #kensuke aida #mood board #asuken #kensuke x asuka #asuka x kensuke #ruby sparks #thrice upon a time #asuka langley shikinami #neon genesis evangelion

[rosesonapond]

Here are some the ships I ship or am ok with, and am planning to build an next gen AUs and maybe AUs in general:

Main Next Gen AU: Rose Lotus, Iceberg, Elderburn, Thunderfeet, Tauradonna, Ironwitch, Neon x Sage, Rich Data Farmers, and I’m still deciding on other ships (maybe Arkos if Pyrrha got revived or a seperate AU where she didn’t die but is not the same).

Minor or Secondary next gen AUs: Poly AU where everything is I ship is canon, like canon compliant, divergent, any specific au type really, plus a next gen.

#rwby #rwby ships #rwbabies #writing prompt #next gen #Ruby x ren #iceberg #elderburn #thunderfeet #tauradonna #ironwitch #neon x sage #Rich data farmers #broken machines rwby #rich farmers rwby #data farms rwby #possible arkos

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader[4.1k] that nick millar line that's like "stop being mean to me i'll fall in love with you." scoops!steve, record store!reader and some weird drabbles about how steve gets flustered i don't like this i'm sorry

Steve knew he was a goner when he spotted you stacking shelves at the record store. He’d asked Eddie your name and the boy had cackled, slapped him on the shoulder and said, ‘Harrington, she’d eat you alive.’

“That’s what I’m hoping for,” Steve had answered. 

You wore boots with laces that were never fully tied, fishnet tights, bike shorts and too big T-shirts that served as dresses, gold rings on your fingers and ruby red lipstick on Saturdays. 

You looked like trouble, like a whole lot of fun and Steve took Eddie’s warning as a personal challenge. 

The first time he spoke to you, it was on his day off and he shoved some dollar bills at Dustin, Lucas and Max, told them to go to the arcade and stay in the arcade. 

He found you behind the register, perched on a tall stool and flicking through records, cassettes littering the desk and your foot tap, tap, tapping against the wooden legs. Your store was quieter than the rest of the mall, so Steve tried to act casual, thanked everything holy that he wasn’t wearing his scoops uniform and browsed the boxes of music. 

He kept letting his eyes flicker to you, the store dimly lit and smelling like old books and smoke, a stark contrast to the sweet sugar and bright lights of Scoops Ahoy. 

It was nice, Steve noted, cosy, warm, a strange kind of quiet despite the music that played overhead. He didn’t even own a record player, not anymore, not since he’d been gifted a shiny new Walkman for his Christmas after his parents were out of town on his birthday. 

But still, there was something calming about thumbing through the sleeves, some pre owned and fraying at the edges, arranged in their own box that was labelled ‘already loved.’ The handwriting was neat and romantic looking, big swirls and loops in the L’s and Steve wondered if it was yours, if you were sweeter than your big doc martens suggested. 

But then he took his choices to the cash desk and you looked up from the price labels you were sticking to each record, a smile that was like sunshine and sin on your lips. You looked him up and down, one eyebrow raised and now that he was closer, Steve could see a gold hoop in one nostril. 

He swallowed, tried to say something cool, something flirty, something alluring, but his throat was sticky like honey and he was suddenly speechless.  Steve Harrington had lines, he knew how to flirt - sometimes it didn’t work, he could admit that now - but not a single word came from his mouth. 

You were really something. A smirk rather than a smile, jewellery making you glitter, eyes lighting up at the sight of him and Steve felt like he had a neon sign above him, a shiny big arrow saying ‘fresh meat.’

He suddenly knew what Eddie had meant. He was out of his depth. 

“Hey, pretty boy.”

God, scratch that, he was drowning.

Your voice was sweet, lined with a laugh, like you knew something he didn’t and Steve Harrington had never been shy in his life but your words had his cheeks tinted pink and he could feel the same heat at the tips of his ears. 

“Did you find everything you needed?”

He stuttered, stammered, licked his lips and nodded instead. It was that magic kind of flirting, the kind where no one really spoke but the idea was heavy and thick and tension in it made your head spin. And maybe you weren’t as affected as Steve was, but the boy felt a little giddy with it, eyes nervously dancing between yours and your hands, watching the way you bagged up his records. 

He didn’t even know what he’d bought. 

But he took the bag from you with a smile that made him look really soft, hand warm as it brushed your own and he didn’t even wait for his change, he just backed out of the store with a dazed look in his eyes and the sound of your laughter following him. 

—————

The second time Steve saw you, was half way through his lunch break, his hands full of soda cans and wrapped up sandwiches for himself and Robin, ‘cause there were only so many tubs of rocky road he could have instead of real food. 

You were rounding the corner the same time as he was, barely managing to avoid colliding, shoulders bumping and a can of Dr. Pepper falling to the floor and making a break for it. It rolled enough for Steve to deem it a lost cause, telling himself he’d share his drink with Robin instead of trying to juggle it back into his already full arms. 

But then you were catching it, wiggling it at him between a finger and a thumb as you carefully tucked it in the free space under his chin. He gaped, realising who he’d bumped into too late. You were a pretty painting, black lines above your lashes all cat like, lips coloured in a soft rosy shade. The sweater you wore was too big, bike shorts barely peeking out from the hem and you made music as you moved, necklaces catching against each other. 

You were lovely. But your smile was dangerous. 

“Thanks, uh, thank you- for that,” Steve managed, trying to gesture to the soda but almost losing two sandwiches and a bag of chips in the process. “Shit.”  

“S’alright,” you told him softly and Steve had almost forgotten what your voice had sounded like, because after the first visit to the record store, he’d been too embarrassed to return. 

He’d kept watch from behind the ice cream freezer, sighing over you as he refilled mint chocolate chip and scattered more sprinkles on floor than he did atop of cones. Robin thought it was disgusting. 

“Lunch time?” You asked and it was obvious, the way you were making conversation, seemingly actually wanting to talk to him but Steve couldn’t wrap his head around why. 

He nodded, too fast, hair flopping into his eyes and he had no free hands to smooth it back. Was he red again? He felt warm. You were smiling, eyes on his, scanning his face, taking in each of his features without any shame, bold in each of your actions. 

Fuck. You were really pretty. 

“Uh yeah, yeah,” Steve managed, “for me and uh,” he looked back, saw Robin leaning over the cash register with a grin on her lips as she watched on, more than amused. “And uh…”

“Your girlfriend?” You prompted. You sounded intrigued, voice still soft. “The pretty one in the hat?”

“Oh no, god no,” Steve replied and you grinned at how quick he spoke. He shook his head, fumbled another sandwich was still gazing at you from behind his messy hair. “I mean, fuck, she’s pretty and yeah, she’s wearing a hat but— no, not my girlfriend.”

“Oh,” you were smiling, arms crossed as you tried not to full on grin at the way the boy was floundering, trying his best to assure you that his co-worker was definitely not his girlfriend. 

“I mean, we’re friends,” he was telling you, “best friends but like, super platonic. So platonic. I’m single.” Steve swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “So single.”

You didn’t miss the little ‘fuck,’  he whispered into the lunch he was still clutching to his chest and his cheeks went from rosy to ruby, a flush across the high points of his face that you would adorable. 

You didn’t say anything, not yet, but you leaned a little closer and pushed yourself onto your toes so you could sweep a hand through the front of his hair, pushing back the locks that had fallen into his face. 

Steve wondered if he had stopped breathing. 

“That’s better,” you hummed and you couldn’t help but huff out a laugh at his stricken expression. He looked panicked in the best way. 

Steve nodded and you took it as a thanks because his lips were parted and his brown eyes were turning into honey and he looked a little wrecked. It was fun, you realised, watching the way he reacted to you. 

“It’s Steve, right?” You tapped at his name badge, still standing too close for what some people would consider polite but Steve smelled like sugar and mint and the forest, like cedar or pine. 

Steve cleared his throat, tried not to stare at your lips when you said his name and he nodded, “yeah, uh— Steve Harrington.”

Another grin from you, wide and bright and fucking magical, because Steve decided that every time you smiled at him he felt like he was turning inside out. 

“Okay, Single Steve Harrington—” he cut you off with a groan and it was suddenly your new favourite sound. “—I need to get back to work, enjoy your lunch.”

“Right, yeah, shit,” he winced at the way his voice cracked and Jesus Christ, he thought to himself, what was he? Sixteen again? “Uh, do I get to know your name?” It was a lie. He knew your name. He’d asked Eddie weeks ago. 

And you must’ve been thinking the same because you laughed, reallt fucking cutely, Steve noticed, nose scrunched and eyes bright as you said, “don’t play coy, pretty boy, I know who your friends are.”

You left him standing there, cheeks still flushed, soft hair perfectly rumpled from how you’d pushed it back and you couldn’t help yourself. You turned, a head over your shoulder, lashes lowered as you looked him up and down, doing the least you could to try and hide it. 

“Hey Steve?”

The boy's head snapped round to you, eyes wide as ever. His pretty face was a question mark. 

“Nice shorts.”

—————

The third time, Steve was almost confident enough to say you sought him out. 

Because it was a slow Tuesday and the summer outside had reached its peak, the sun warming the mall through the glass roof like a greenhouse, the air stifling and hazy. It was too warm for even ice cream, most of Hawkins had seemed to decide, and even the kids had passed up on free samples in favour of spending a day at the pool. 

But there you were, record store lanyard missing from your neck which told Steve it was definitely your day off. And besides, if he happened to have remembered your shifts, well, that was just a coincidence. 

You swaned into Scoops with your usual confidence, a glint in your eye and a surprisingly bright sundress on your frame. You were still glittering with jewellery, chains and trinkets on your neck, delicate rings on each finger, tiny gold daisies hanging from your ears. Your dress was a startling red, cherry coloured and all the bare skin on show meant that Steve could see fine black lines of ink peeking out from beneath the cotton. 

He smiled at the way you still wore your boots, laces undone and rolled socks peeking out the top. You had spent some time talking between shifts now, “accidentally” bumping into each other when the mall was still closed, early morning starts spent standing in line together for a coffee as Steve tried his damn hardest to remember how to speak in your presence. 

It got a little easier and Steve could hold a conversation without his voice cracking, but every now and then he’d spot you already gazing at him and you had a look on your face that could take a man down to his knees. 

And god, did you know how good you looked in that dress? Did you understand what you did to him? Steve thought that maybe you did because you were leaning over the counter on your elbows and invading all of his personal space with the smell of your perfume and cocoa butter body lotion. 

You tapped out a beat with your fingernails, Ruby red to match your dress, hands dancing in gold, rings that Steve knew woild look so fucking pretty wrapped around his—

“Hey, pretty boy.”

The boy dropped his ice cream scoop and from an empty table behind you both, Robin snorted. 

“Hey, hi… hi,” he settled on, ducking behind the counter to retrieve his scoop and he tried not to wince at how decidedly unsmooth he was around you. 

He’d panicked to Robin more than enough times about it. How he managed to trip over his words, even his own feet, when he was around you. But, despite his friends usual teasing and unsupportive behaviour when it came to his dating like, she’d surprised him with:

“Well shit, Steve, she keeps coming back, doesn’t she?”

“Hi,” you repeated, grinning. “How’s it going?”

Steve smiled back, wider than he’d have liked, too happy, too pleased that you were here on your day off, in his store, standing talking to him whilst you looked like that. 

The hem of your dress swung at your thighs as you tapped your foot to music only you could hear and you were looking up at him with the most wicked expression. Steve had realised you seemed to save those looks for only him, the rest of your time spent in the record store ignoring the boys who tried to chat you up with cheap lines and shit chat. 

Steve sighed and looked around the empty store. “It’s going,” he replied. “What’re you doing here? Aren’t you… off today?”

“Keeping tabs?” You grinned and Steve flushed. 

It was your favourite thing. 

“What? No, no I—” if Steve could get away with volleying a ball of raspberry ripple at Robin right then, he could’ve. She was hiding her face in the pile of delivery notes but he could hear her laughter. “I just— yeah, shit, maybe I am.”

His admission made you preen, straightening up to catch the ends of that stupid, little sailor scarf between your fingers. You lifted one brow, looked at the boy through your lashes and wondered if you listened carefully enough, would you be able to hear the thumpthumpthump of his heart. 

Steve was almost certain you would. 

“That’s cute,” you mused, sighing dramatically, wistful almost, as you tugged at the scarf. Steve jolted closer, lips parted, eyes hooded as he tried his best to keep his gaze on yours. But your lips were right there. And so were your tits. “It’s a real shame you don’t use that knowledge to work out when to take me out on a date.”

Even Robin stilled. 

“A date?” Steve asked and you were so close, closer than you’d ever been ‘cause he could tell your lipgloss was cherry flavoured, he could smell the artificial sweetness, could count the freckles on your nose. 

You nodded, smiled, let your eyes flicker down to where he was licking at his lips and you felt the way he sighed. He had a knuckle white grip on his side of the counter, arms flexed as he leaned in, letting you hold him as close to you as you dared. 

“Y’know… dinner, maybe a movie, a hot little fumble in the backseat of your car before you kiss me goodnight and go home to take a cold shower?” 

“Christ,” Steve breathed and you watched the way he flushed, eyes drooping prettily as he seemingly thought out your scenario. “Yeah— yeah, I can do that, fuck, we can do that.”

The grin that took over your face was more than pretty and Steve was about done for when you finally let go of his sailors scarf, only to reach up and brush back his hair again. He let you, eyes full of sticky fondness,  a little awe as your fingertips brushed across the top of his forehead. 

“Great,” you told him, backing away, boots scuffing across the parlour tiles. “You can pick me up at eight on Saturday.”

—————

Steve had never been so nervous on a date. 

The good kind, an excitement he’d almost forgotten about and he revelled in the way his stomach tumbled, cheeks flush and lips bitten as he waited for you to appear from your front door. 

You’d smiled at his shyness, ducked your head in a similar fashion when he told you how pretty you looked and then it was a night of feet touching under the diner table, stealing the crispy fries from his plate and Steve pretending that he cared. 

He eventually calmed down enough to talk about everything and anything with you, his job, education, his parents, his friends. And when he’d finished making you laugh like it was his new hobby, you both realised too late that you’d missed the movie. 

But you didn’t seem to care, happy to walk shoulder for shoulder with the boy through the emptying mall, watching him with a smile as he worked up enough courage to hold your hand. 

You let him, hands tangling, a finger gently prodding his pink cheek and he swatted at you with a smile, a fond roll of his eyes and then that was it. 

You didn’t leave his side after that. 

The windows of his car were rolled down as he parked up near the water tower, wheat fields and the forest hiding you both from the rest of the down. The summer air smelled sweet, like leftover barbecue smoke and wet grass and Steve had the radio on low as you teased him about his music taste, the way he’d bitten his bottom lip raw from being so close to you. 

He could take it better now, your little mean streak, the one that liked to push his buttons and turn him pink. He still flushed when you called him pretty boy, heard his breath hitch when you stretched your bare legs over his, back pressed to the passenger door as you let the wind pick at your hair. 

But he got a little braver and let his hands smooth over your shins, eyes flickering from yours to the way your sundress was played messily across the tops of your thighs. Steve was a gentleman about it though, listened when you spoke, asked you questions and got to know you, making those eyes at you, even if he didn’t realise. 

“Did you come in that day just to buy those records?” 

Steve snorted, let his cheek turn and press against the headrest so he could look at you with those big brown eyes, wild hair that you ached to brush away. 

“I don’t even have a record player anymore.”

Your laugh was a whole other type of song and it warmed Steve more than the summer night did. 

“You don’t?” You grinned, nudging a foot into his thigh. “Steve Harrington, you’re a damn fool.”

“If you keep bein’ mean to me,” Steve grinned, voice full of tease and sticky sweet affection, “m’gonna fall in love with you, you know?”

And he did. 

—————

You didn’t grudge Robin for the way she rolled her eyes at you upon seeing you walk into Scoops. You couldn’t. She knew, she knew that you knew. So you just smiled.

“Is Steve….?”

“In the back,” she groaned good naturedly. “You’re lucky we’re dead.”

You grinned, blew the girl a kiss and slipped through the staff only door. The door to the walk-in freezer hummed and music came from the break room, quiet and crackling with static from the old radio. You found the boy at the table, feet kicked up on a stool as he played with his empty bottle of soda. 

Steve lit up when he saw you, an unexpected visit as you were on a late shift at your own store, the chances of you both getting lunch at the same time slim. But you’d bartered with your boss, promising that all of the new stock that had been delivered would get done before close. He’d rolled his eyes and grudgingly agreed, muttering about your new boyfriend and how he was affecting your work ethic. 

You hadn’t used that word yet. ‘Boyfriend.’ And neither had Steve, but that was okay. You were enjoying that inbetween stage that came with uncertainty and butterflies, second guesses and kicking your feet in your bed at night when he dropped you off, each new kiss feeling like another first. 

And you were still making the boy blush, the prettiest pink across his cheeks, stealing reasons to touch him whenever you could, playing with the ends of his hair as he spoke, pressing a hand to the skin under his shirt when you wanted his attention. 

Which was a waste of time, if you asked Steve - you always had his attention, whether your hands were on him or not. Not that he ever complained.

In fact, he looked downright ecstatic when you dropped yourself in his lap, pleated skirt hitching up your thighs as you grinned down at him, pink cheeks, messy hair and sailor boy uniform to boot.

“Hey, pretty boy.”

“Hello to you too, trouble,” he’d gotten better at that part, talking to you without falling over his own words, more flirt and confidence in his voice than the first time you’d met. “I didn’t think I was gonna see you until after work.”

“Sold my soul for you,” you pouted, lifting his little hat and placing it atop your own head. “Promised that a full delivery would be finished before close.”

Steve tried to pout back, but he couldn’t help but smile at how you bargained just to be able to come see him. The sailor hat was perched adorably on top of your head, a little squint and with a cherry ice cream stain on the side. His hands palmed at your hips, squeezing gently and you lifted a brow to gaze down at him questioningly. 

“Robin already isn’t happy I’m back here distracting you,” you smiled, “don’t start something you can’t finish - or win.”

“Win?” Steve scoffed, “sweetheart give me a little cred-”

The boy’s words died in his throat as you stood only to swing a leg over his lap, straddling his thighs with your own, fishnet tights stretched over your skin. You brought your hand to his chin, caught it between finger and thumb and smoothed the pad of it over his bottom lip. You tugged a little meanly, let it fall back with a cute ‘pop’ and grinned at how he was already flushed for you, eyes a little glassy and unfocused, cheeks turning pink.

“You’re too easy, Steve,” you whispered, stretching your arms over his shoulders, fingers tugging through the messy curls at the nape of his neck. You leaned in as if to kiss him, turned before he could catch you and pressed your nose to his cheek instead, letting him feel your smile against his jaw before you mouthed at it.

“You smell so good,” you sighed, voice hitched a little higher than normal, a little breathier. “Could just eat you up.”

“You’re a demon,” Steve huffed, canting his hips up into yours, hands squeezing more tightly at your waist but he did nothing to stop you from tugging at his hair. He let his head fall back, exposing his throat to you and your mouth. “Baby.”

“Baby. Love when you call me that,” you cooed, planting a line of kisses along the column of his neck, nipping at his ear lobe as you pressed yourself against his chest. “Makes me feel so sweet.”

Steve groaned, barked out a laugh that ended in a hiss because you rocked yourself against him, grinding down and grinning. “Yeah? You’re anything but,” he lied.

“Mean,” you teased, bringing your mouth to hover over the boys, lips just grazing his. “You don’t think I’m sweet? That’s not what you said the other night.”

You were pouting, pushing your lips to Steve’s in a barely there kiss before pulling away, running a hand over the front of his hair, pushing it back so you could see the way his eyes glazed over at your words. He knew what you were referencing, of course he did. How could he forget?

“I distinctly remember you telling me that you thought I tasted real sweet in the back of your car,” you grinned, wicked, cupped the boy’s face and smoothed your thumbs over the high points of his cheekbones. “There is it,” you whispered.

A blush, pink and warm and rosy, just for you, even after Steve had spent countless times between you legs, lips sucking, mouth too busy to do anything but moan. He was pink even then. But this? Now?

“I think you’re the sweet one.”

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The Red-Eyed Boy pt. ii

Pt. One | Three | Outtake

Alec x Swan!Fem!Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Alec was going smoothly, until Victoria's army comes for your sister.

Warnings:

Mild language

I'm a sucker for angst

Word Count: 1,798

A/N: Part 1 was originally just supposed to be a oneshot, but here I am. Enjoy! Pssst @rosedpetal and @badass-daisy-22 your wish is my command. ;)

He was laying on his bed, dressed more casually than I had ever seen him, in a simple white t-shirt and pajama bottoms, a book in hand. I was pleasantly surprised to see that the book was on ancient Greek myths, something that I was quite interested in and even planned to study in college.

His dark chocolate colored hair was splayed out across his pillow and I itched to touch it. Well, I really itched to touch all of him, but that was neither here nor there. I had a weird obsession with his hair. And his face. In particular his eyes and especially his lips. I grinned to myself, content just to watch with my being so far away.

Visions like this were rare, few and far in between.

I supposed it was kind of creepy, but in my defense I didn't really have control of these visions, especially since they happened while I was sleeping.

I could already feel the nudge of wakefulness pulling at me. I tried my best to burrow down deeper into sleep, but resistance was futile, and I found myself opening my eyes to see the ceiling of my bedroom back home in Forks, Washington.

I rolled over with a deep sigh. I would give anything to be in Volterra with Alec. Sadly I had a little bit longer to wait. Reaching for my phone I checked my messages and grinned to see a text from him.

'Missing you.'

Alec wasn't one for talking on the phone, he preferred to text, and almost always left me a good morning message to wake up to. Most days it was the highlight of my day.

I pressed the call button and he picked up before the second ring even made a sound.

"Good morning, tesoro."

"Good morning, love." I smiled, burrowing deeper into my covers.

I really just needed to hear his voice this morning.

"Y/N?"

It was Bella, her arm wrapped around my shoulders.

"Hey, sis." I gave her a hug, resting my forehead against her.

"Everything's gonna be ok."

"I know." I sighed. "Let's just get today over with. Grab that diploma and skedaddle."

Bella would definitely have to repeat high school at some point and I counted my lucky stars that I was not in her shoes in that regard. Or any other regard. My sister was a fucking danger magnet and the whole Victoria shit was just a big red neon sign that proved it.

There was a knock at the door and Bella opened it to see Alice. The vampire was bouncing on the tips of her toes already, and the gleam in her eyes scared me. Maybe if I let Bella go first then I could make my escape-

"I'd take Y/N first. She's planning on making a run for it."

Edward you twat. Where did you come from??

Edward just shot me a crooked grin as I glared at him from over my shoulder, Alice already dragging me up the stairs. With a sigh I sat on my bed like a good girl and let Alice do her thing. Thankfully I had already done my makeup, and Alice was content to give me some red lipstick for a pop of color.

"Alec will like it, promise." She gave me a wink and I swear I turned at least fifty shades of red.

"He's not even supposed to be here today. Do you know something I don't?" I eyed her skeptically, but the little bit of hope I was feeling was obvious.

She smiled at me sadly. "Sorry, Y/N. But speaking of lover-boy."

Alice turned to her bag and brought out a small ornate box, handing it to me with all the care in the world. From Alec?

I let my fingers curl around the box, admiring the designs carved into the dark colored wood. It was old, which was quite obvious, and while I had an inkling that it was a piece of jewelry, I was in no way prepared for when I opened the box. It was a small ruby pendant, about the size of my pinky nail, dangling from a golden chain. It had with a rough rectangular cut that rounded out a little at the bottom. I was immediately mesmerized, stroking the pendant in wonder.

It reminded me not just of blood, but of something else that I couldn't quite remember. It was then that I saw the note wedged into the top of the box. I unfolded it with shaking hands, overwhelmed and giddy.

For my Persephone. Congratulations. -A

My mouth popped open. Oh. Oh this boy was clever.

The ruby wasn't supposed to be blood, it was supposed to be a pomegranate seed. Like one of the seeds that Hades offered to Persephone. In the end, eating the pomegranate seeds forced her to return to the underworld to live half the year there with Hades. It was my favorite Greek myth, and I couldn't help but draw parallels between her story and my own. They were rather crooked parallels, but I wasn't too bothered by that.

I could feel the tears start to well up. I don't think I've ever received a gift that was so thoughtful.

"Oh hun. No. No." Alice was there beside me in a heartbeat, wiping the tears before they could fall.

"They're happy tears, Alice." I said with a small smile.

Well, not completely happy, I wished he was here of course. But I would be seeing him soon enough.

"I know. We don't wanna ruin your makeup. Let me help you put it on and we'll take a good portrait to send him, yeah?"

"Thanks, Alice. You're the best ever."

I only wished I had realized just how soon we would be seeing each other.

'I am in so much trouble.'

My anxiety, paired with the adrenaline rush, was practically so high I was pretty sure it was orbiting the moon. Jasper was by my side, doing his best to soothe not just me, but poor little Bree Tanner.

"How bad is it gonna be, Alice?" I whispered to her, wringing my hands together and bouncing on the tips of my toes. "How much trouble am I in?"

"Relax." She soothed.

"So pretty fucking bad. Do I have time to run?"

I was this close to hyperventilating.

I wasn't even supposed to be here. Bella almost had my head when she saw me on the back Jacob's wolf form, poised and ready to help. With what I wasn’t entirely sure in that moment. I had come up with the harebrained scheme to help muddle Bella's scent with my own by switching the matching jackets we had received for Christmas years ago. Emmet had made the comment a while ago that our scents were pretty similar, so I just kind of ran with the idea. It had worked so well that even Edward hadn't seemed to notice when Bella had slipped on my jacket instead of her own. It had helped split the army at least. Having two humans with similar scents had sent them all mixed signals, so it had kind of worked.

Or so I was telling myself.

So here I was, exactly in a place where I wasn't supposed to be, and the Volturi would be arriving any minute. More specifically Alec and the other elite guards from what Alice had said. None of whom I've had the pleasure of meeting yet. Including his sister. This was like… meeting your significant other's family for the first time.

Well, this was gonna be one hell of a hello.

"They're coming." Alice's panicked voice did nothing to calm me down.

Jasper put a hand on my shoulder in an attempt to help. "Try to relax, Y/N. It's not you he's going to angry with."

I simply nodded and fiddled with my necklace, the ruby seed feeling cold and smooth beneath my fingers. That helped a little as they appeared from the fog, and I found myself catching my breath when I saw Alec's silhouette emerge. He removed his hood and nearly froze when he caught sight of me. I gave him a small smile and a wave.

He let out a snarl that almost sent me hiding behind Jasper.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

"Y/N is safe." Carlisle soothed. "We never would have let anything happen to her."

"This is the second time your coven has dragged her into something dangerous." He hissed, voice low and deadly.

'Well, if we're gonna get technical about it Alec, we never would have met had it not been for that first time.'

Edward shot me a look.

What? It's not like I had said it out loud.

Wringing my hands, I stepped forward slightly before finally gathering the courage to approach him. He met me half way, gathering me into his arms. I let out a deep sigh of contentment as I buried my face in his jacket.

"I know you're angry." I whispered. "But I couldn't let something happen to Bella. They weren't even aware of what I was doing until it was too late. I'm sorry. For scaring you."

Alec said nothing for a long minute and I could feel the tension practically eating me alive.

"Alec." The red-eyed girl spoke, watching and taking us in.

Jane. His sister.

He simply nodded and left me standing there before returning to his position by her side. My heart dropped. He hadn't even bothered to say anything. I turned swiftly, blinking back tears. While I was sorry for scaring him, I refused to be sorry for my actions. Bella was my sister, and I would do what I could to help her. I stood a little behind Alice, staring at nothing and trying my best to turn off my emotions.

Jane spoke again. "Impressive. I have never seen a coven escape an assault of this magnitude intact."

"We were lucky." Carlisle answered.

"I doubt that."

I couldn't help the way my eyebrows shot up. Then I had to remind myself that this was Jane, and she had always proved exceptionally brutal in my visions. And this was no different, although it was Felix who did the dirty work this time. Bree was gone.

I didn't even blink at the end of it. I simply stood there, like a zombie when they finally disappeared. And Alec hadn't even said a word. The dam holding back the flood of tears finally broke.

'There goes my red-eyed boy.'

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The Blessing To Your Curse - Part 3 (Ryomen Sukuna x Reader)

Hoo boy this one is a doozy, I hope you're ready because shits about to go downhill uphill and all around lmaoo. I'll try to be more consistent with this series, I'm trying to split my time evenly between this, the royal au, and just doing oneshots but it's gonna be hard with uni starting up again in a few days

Part 2 here

Warnings: blood, gore, descriptions of death, descriptions of self harm

Word Count: 3.9k

“YUJI!”

“NANAMI!”

“ANYONE?!”

You knew it was dangerous to intentionally draw attention to yourself, but you called out for aid nonetheless. You’d reluctantly split off from the group to distract a first grade, being left alone with it before you could blink, and now you’re curled up against a wall while pressing a hand below your ribcage and desperately reaching into the well of your energy to patch the wound. It hadn’t gone horribly wrong, but you couldn’t deny that it hurt like a bitch and you were already tired.

Perhaps there was some remnant of the physical weakness you possessed in your past life after all, some chronic illness that chased you beyond death and rebirth.

“Motherfucker,” You growl, ripping at the side of your shirt to expose more of the wound to your eyes, feeling the skin stitch together as you hiss profanities through your teeth. After purging it of the last of the cursed blood you had been coated with during the fight, it seals up and you slump back, the patch of skin tingling with remnant energy.

Gotta get moving, find Yuji again. You push yourself to your feet, repeating these words as your nails scrape the wall and your hand drags past neon screens and through trails of the gross purple blood. You’re trying not to put weight on your ankle, which twisted in an awkward fall while fighting the first grade, but deciding you can’t afford to lose more time you push on until you reach a set of stairs.

Residuals of cursed energy leak up through the air in your direction, one trace you recognise to be Yuji’s, and a second trace, this one stronger, more potent and reeking of blood. You scrunch your nose at the tangy smell, forcing your feet to take you down the stairs where you find yourself amongst the remnants of a fight. “Yuji?” You call out, coughing slightly as a hint of smoke pierces the air.

You make it further down the hallway when you hear voices, and suddenly a wave of malice washes over you, forcing you to your knees. “I’ll give you one second,” You hear his voice around the next corner and crawl to press your back against the wall, making yourself as small as possible, “Move,” Heavy breathing near you catches your attention and you finally notice the two girls in an alcove across from you.

You press your hand to your mouth as they stare at an unknown figure that you’re now almost certain is Sukuna, the special grade curse that moves to stand at their side equally terrified but trying not to let it show. They’re like statues, and Sukuna’s footsteps ring out in the still air like shots from a pellet gun. Your eyes travel to the figure walking towards them and away from you, its Sukuna alright, his face stoic and empty of emotion as he approaches the group of three.

“You hold your heads quite high,” He rumbles, brushing the pink hair up from his forehead, and you watch as he takes a chunk off the top of the special grade’s head with a single thought, missing the two girls because they duck far enough to the ground. Smart girls, you think to yourself in passing, perhaps I should step in and save them.

He may be amicable now, but you know he can turn on a dime at any second. “Did you believe taking one knee would be enough? The boughs that bear most hang lowest, yes? But I guess you guys are pretty lightweight,” He looks to the girls, “You kids first, you wanted…” He trails off, his head angling slightly towards you and you see his nose twitch before he turns and you meet his ruby red gaze, “What have we here?”

Your heart is thumping practically through your chest as you drop your hand from your mouth, taking low deep breaths to try and calm yourself, “My lord,” You murmur, his power overwhelming you into submission. He’s in front of you in an instant, but you can see his unwillingness to bend down and assist you in front of an audience.

You hear a protestation in your mind at your term of address and you relax your shoulders, pressing yourself against the wall awkwardly to pull yourself to your feet, “Sukuna,” You murmur, low enough so as you cast your gaze over his shoulder at the special grade you know they cannot hear you, “Forgive me, I tried to find Yuji before anything could happen,”

He shakes his head, “No matter, I have business with these three anyway,” He looks over his shoulder, following your gaze, but you place a hand out of sight over where Yuji’s heart lies. “Spare the girls,” You whisper, looking away, “For my sake. Let me fulfil their demands,” He lets out a bark of a laugh, catching you off guard a little, “Will that leave you strong enough for what I need?”

You look back into his eyes, see the flash of concern passing through his gaze and his hand hovers over yours for a moment, the twinge in your ankle disappearing in an instant. “I will be,” You steel yourself, dropping your hand back to your side, “For you,”

After a moment of gazing into your eyes he turns and walks back to the girls, “What did you want to ask? I’ll grant you a finger’s worth of time,” He inspects his nails and then brushes them on the front of the supremely fucked up jacket that almost barely covers his torso at this point, allowing you a glimpse of the tattoos on his back, “Now talk,”

One of the girls, the mousy brunette, glances up at you for just a second, letting you see the tear tracks running down her cheeks as she speaks, “Below us, there’s a man in monks robes, with stitches across his forehead,” She mumbles. You flinch and look away, you know exactly who she speaks of, and it’s the man who’s been haunting your prophetic dreams since you were a child.

You knew through your time at Jujutsu High that Suguru Geto would turn his back, and after his death you thought it was over, but things are never that simple. “Please, kill him,” Sukuna glances back at you and you can feel his essence behind your eyelids as his manifestation enters your mind, “Is the roleplaying monk the one you dream of?” You nod, digging your fingernails into your palm as the other hand clutches at your chest.

You feel rather than see him roll his eyes as he breaks eye contact, “What an asshole,” He grunts, turning back to the girls. “And also, please free Geto,” The other girl whimpers, making your eyes water. You can still sense Geto beyond death, he may not be strong enough to free himself, and you know someone like Sukuna or Gojo or Yuta could, but Gojo is nothing but a liability when it comes to his former best friend.

“We know the location of one other finger-“ “Quit whining,” Sukuna snaps, and both girls are silent as mice, “Did you think a measly one or two fingers would grant you the right to order me around?” He pouts slightly, “How insulting, you’re lucky my queen is present, or I’d have your heads where you kneel,”

He regards them with a look you can only describe as voracious and then nudges the dark haired girl’s forehead with the toe of his shoe. She keeps her eyes firmly shut as her head is forced into a more upright position, her face turned up towards his, “You see her standing there?” He asks quietly.

The girl opens her eyes and locks them onto yours though you’re quite sure she cannot see you through the veil of her tears. “She’s the only reason the two of you are still alive, if I were you I’d be thankful and go to her before I change my mind,” His tone is mocking, he’s enjoying this, and some small part of you is too.

But you barely have a chance to protest before they’re stumbling to their feet, heads still bowed, and they’re by your side in an instant, tucking themselves behind you so you stand between them and your ferocious lover. “If you wish for them to live that badly then get them out of here, it’s about to get… a little hot,” His voice rings through your mind and you turn obediently, looking between the girls for a moment.

They appear to be equally as afraid of you as they are of Sukuna, and you have a fleeting memory pass through your mind of seeing them with Geto before the Night parade of a Hundred Demons. “Come on,” You say flatly, “It’s not going to be safe here much longer,” Not that you can claim it ever was safe for anyone but you, putting you between Sukuna’s technique and them doesn’t change a thing because his technique can’t hurt you, but you’re not going to tell them that and shatter their hope.

“Geto will die,” You murmur as you nudge them in front of you, “I have seen it,” Again, you’re not going to tell them how much time there is until the day comes, but you want to at least reassure them that something will happen. “How do you know?” The mousy brunette looks back at you and you stop walking, having made it far enough down the hallway that you would no longer see Sukuna if you were to look over your shoulder.

You meet her gaze, blinking slowly, “And why would I reveal that? What have you done besides demand from my king?” She flinches as if remembering who you are to him, “What are your names?” “Nanako,” The one who spoke murmurs. “Mimiko,” The other adds quickly, “We’re sorry, please, we thought maybe if we helped him then he would help us, he’s so strong that surely killing Geto would be nothing for him,”

You let Mimiko finish her little spiel before pushing between them and continuing to walk, remaining quiet. They don’t follow for a moment before deciding you’re the lesser of two evils and then catching up to you. “You never make requests of Sukuna,” You murmur, “Not if the fate of the world depends on it,” “What is it that you know?” Nanako murmurs.

You spin to face them, making yourself dizzy for a moment before you fix your glare on her wide brown eyes, “The last person to make a request of him and live to tell the tale beyond his grasp was the only person he ever loved, over a thousand years ago, and through no fault of his own he failed to fulfil her request,” You snap. Sometimes, now that you remember, you’re forced to relive your own death through your dreams.

The spray of razor sharp barbs hitting your back from the insect-like curses chasing you, dragging through your skin and shredding your insides like serrated knives. Your heart weakening with every beat, legs still running despite the fact there was a steady ooze of blood from around each point that cruelly stuck out from the front of your robes.

You remember you tripped on the path as his house came into view, falling to your knees, you nudged one of the barbs, it’s pointed edge taunting you with the rosy shine of your own blood. You remember the sound of your own screams drawing him from his house, only for you to bleed out in his arms, his face twisted and streaked with tears.

Tears that bound your soul to his in a futile effort to keep you alive, only succeeding in delaying the inevitable for but a few moments, allowing a proper vow to fall from his lips. You still feel the chains he put there, still feel his soul on the other side.

The girls eyes are fearful and you wish you could be sure if they know exactly what you’re trying to imply, but you won’t dwell on it any longer. “I’m going to get you to our healer, and you’re going to stay there without complaint, or I’m going to kill you myself, you understand?” They nod, eyes filled with fear as you grow deadly, feeling Sukuna’s gleeful bloodlust flood your senses.

Seething with quiet rage you escort them back to Shoko who, despite looking at you like you’ve grown a second head, lets you attempt to return to the fight. Although you aren’t entirely sure where anyone is anymore, you’ve somehow managed to get caught up in Sukuna’s domain, the slashes glancing harmlessly off your skin as you search for the epicentre.

“SUKUNA!” You shout, pressing forwards through the spray. It’s almost like rain, and you shake your head to clear your thoughts, trying your hardest to see anything. Finally in the darkness, you catch a glimpse of the shrine that lies at the centre of Sukuna’s domain, the jaws wide open and ominous as always.

This happens as the domain subsides, and you see his pink hair across from you at the edge of the destruction. “SUKUNA!” He looks towards you as you stumble in his direction, pulling yourself out of the hole as your chest heaves. “I thought I told you to get out of here,” He growls, hauling you to your feet by your upper arm.

You cough as you inhale some concrete dust, “If we want to do this body thing, now is the best time we have,” You croak, “Nobody else is around,” Sukuna smirks and looks past you for a moment, “Just wait a moment will you,”

You fall silent as he steps around you towards the hole, “Make sure to savour this for me brat,” Sukuna’s energy softly fades and you whip your head around, “Sukuna!” You growl, “You moron!” The tattoos fade and you see his hands start to shake.

Yuji grabs his face and you’re afraid to touch him, but he falls to his knees and you’re quickly by his side, “LET ME DIE!” He screams, dragging his fingertips along the rough concrete and shaving chunks of viscera off, “ONLY ME!” You make a mental note to chew Sukuna out later, this isn’t how you wanted to proceed.

 “Yuji listen to me, you made me a promise,” You grunt, pulling him back off the ground into your arms with yours hooked under his shoulders to prevent him from hurting himself anymore. “He can have my body,” Yuji sobs, burying his face against your arm, “I don’t deserve to live!” He wails.

“Don’t pull that shit with me,” You growl, grabbing his chin and making him look up at you. You know your eyes must be a reflection of Sukuna’s, you can see how terrified he is, “You promised me that you would assist me, and I promised you I would protect you,”

“Innocent people died!” He pulls away from you, “And it’s all my fault, I’m not strong enough, I just…” He trails off, breathing heavily, “I can’t understand how or why you love him, I just can’t,” Tears begin to slip down your cheeks, leaving trails through the dust and dirt, “Yuji, I…”

You know what you want to say, you want to remind him that you’re technically a thousand years old, you knew him before he was like… this… and you’re sure you can return him at least to a more docile state, but he’s like a caged wolf right now. Fulfilling an oath that has no purpose anymore other than to feed his bloodlust.

Instead, you take his hands in your own disregarding the state of his fingers to just hold him. “I will readily accept that this is partially my fault, I probably could have stopped him in the subway and I didn’t, but right now I need you to let me do this. The sooner he is out of your body the sooner your body is your own again,” You plead softly.

His shoulders droop and he nods, “Yeah, yeah, go on then,” He murmurs. You steel yourself, you hadn’t had the chance to practice this step because you couldn’t risk accidentally cloning Sukuna, so you had one shot to get it right.

You shift so you’re on your knees, still holding his hands, and using the blood from his fingers you paint a small chevron symbol on his forehead. It begins to glow as you reach deep into your soul, the well of energy within you stirring.

His eyes are full of tears as he looks at you, and you have to blink away your own again as the two of you begin to glow. There aren’t words in any language that can properly describe what exactly it is that you do, you suppose if your modern day clan had survived then you’d know what it was you were doing, but you could only follow your instincts and hope that everything went smoothly.

A trail of strange white energy, formless and malleable, pulls from the wounded tips of Yuji’s fingers, trailing out like blossoms in the wind and eventually forming something resembling a human beside you. You reach one hand towards it, maintaining your connection to Yuji and pressing your other to the pale form that is gradually taking on colour.

It occurs to you as Sukuna’s form begins to take shape before you that you have no clothes for him, you really hadn’t thought as far ahead as you should have, and Yuji averts his eyes, emptying the contents of his stomach away from the strange new body.

It takes a few more minutes and some small adjustments but soon the body is finished, and it looks just as you remember from before your death. “How the hell do we get him into the body now?” Yuji asks?” “Like this,” You turn to him, pressing your hand to the side of his face as his eyes widen.

Tattoos form on his skin and his eyes waver between brown and red momentarily, before Sukuna responds to your power and pushes forward. “You called?” He tilts his head with a smirk, grabbing your chin and inspecting the tear tracks on your face, “Did the brat make you cry?”

You shake your head, “No he didn’t, now will you hurry up and do whatever it is you have to do to switch bodies?” You murmur, exhaustion gripping at your limbs. He looks down, nodding with approval as he lets you go, “Your craft is immaculate as always,” He murmurs, trailing his fingers over the unblemished skin.

You rub your jaw, clicking your neck momentarily as you look around, spotting a somewhat intact clothing store a few doors down from you, “I’ll be right back,” You haul yourself to your feet, stumbling towards the shattered glass and into the shop. It takes a few minutes but eventually you find all the essentials to just cover him up, underwear, sweatpants, and a simple t-shirt that has a generic band logo you don’t recognise on the back.

Making sure it’s all in a larger size you lurch back out onto the street, noticing the new body sitting up and flexing his fingers, his body adorned with tattoos and his face changed, returned to the half-twisted state. Yuji is trembling on his side a couple metres away, his back facing the two of you as you return to them.

It only takes you a moment to realise what happened, Sukuna made the new body eat one of Yuji’s fingers, and you frown at him sternly, “Heal him,” You grunt, hitting his shoulder with the back of your hand. He snatches the clothes off you without responding, you fall back onto your butt and shuffle over to Yuji, “Oh Yuji,” You murmur.

“You heal him if you care so much, he’s just a brat,” Sukuna growls and you whip your head back to look at him, fury giving you a shot of adrenaline, “I just used up almost all of my energy reserves to create a new body for you from nothing, you fucking owe me, I don’t care how much you hate him,”

His face remains stoic and you stand, poking his chest viciously, “I brought you into this world, I can fucking take you out of it, I don’t care, you better not make me think I just wasted everything I had for nothing,” He rolls his eyes, pushing past you and bending down, his hand on Yuji’s side frightens the boy for a moment but he relaxes as Sukuna’s reverse cursed technique flows through him, growing back the finger he stole and healing his other fingertips.

“Are you happy now?” He growls, standing up and looking down on you. You spit off to the side, saliva mixed with blood, “I won’t be happy until you stop treating me like a fucking worm, I gave you your own body and now you think you can treat me like this? Is this how you show appreciation to someone who you’ve apparently lied to every time you’ve told them you loved them?”

His demeanour is softened the moment you accuse him of lying and you feel a momentary sting of regret, but you just spent all of your energy giving his own body. It’ll take you weeks to recover from this. If he isn’t willing to fight in your place, then what was it all for?

You want to cry again, you want to burst into tears and fall to your knees, you want to stay by Yuji’s side and just give up hope. This isn’t the man you knew, you should’ve been more careful, shouldn’t have so readily trusted him when he showed you his memories. He’s changed too much, and you’re afraid you’ll never get him back.

You do eventually tire of Sukuna’s solemn silence, slumping down on the rubble next to Yuji and apologizing softly, repeatedly. You know that no amount of words will ever make up for what he’s gone through, but as long as you stay with him he might have a chance of getting through this.

“Y/n,” Sukuna rumbles. You look back to him, he’s sat casually just beside you, “You’re the only thing I want in this world, without you I am nothing but a curse seeking endless vengeance,” You feel Yuji roll over and press his face against the side of your thigh, “You give me a purpose, and if you don’t trust me that’s ok, just…”

He reaches for you and you let him take your hand, looking up into his eyes, “You made me human again,” He murmurs, “I… I remember what it’s like to love, and I will stay by your side until you believe me and you love me too,” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, choosing to remain silent but nodding slightly.

His eyes close and your free hand rests on Yuji’s back. It will take time, and this fight is far from over, but you’re sure that things will begin to heal. Even if you end up on the run from Jujutsu society for the rest of your life, at least you have him back. At least you can go about trying to save some of your friends.

I think this takes the prize for my favourite chapter so far, maybe it's just the whole 'writers are their own worst enemies' thing (is that how that goes? idk) and because it's the most recent one lol

also i hope yall dont mind me saving characters who died in shibuya, but i mean it's my fic and i get to choose who lives >:)

Part 4 coming soon

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x you #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #jjk x reader #yuji itadori

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If you're all I need - M.H x Reader // pt.5

A/N: this is genuinely my first time writing anything let alone smut (if you can even call it that, it's just Matty being pathetic for about 4 thousand words) TW: for hard drugs, please take care of yourselves! Its angsty and sad, i had a hard time writing some of it. Ily @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff for beta reading this monstrosity. I'm dedicating this fic to @sugar-coat-it for being an absolute legend and the sweetest person ever. Enjoy yourselves my loves ❤️

wc: 4.5k

part six

The Sound was like your second home. The flashing lights and too loud music enveloping you in a sort of warm, comforting hug. You were friendly with the staff, never rowdy or disturbing the peace. They knew about you and Mattys' habit, but then again, the whole club was on some substance or other. 

Tobias, the bartender, had told you multiple times to “Please, be careful,” and to “Always check over it, make sure it's not laced,” you took his words to heart, and Matty always assured you his dealer was straight. 

You trusted him with your life, so you took his words at face value. 

Generic club music filled your ears, your drink was already sloshing in your hand, spilling onto the person in front of you. You apologize profusely, and are met with a scoff and an insult. Typical. Not caring, you turn around to dance with Matty. George was somewhere in the crowd, shouting song requests at the DJ like an absolute knobhead. Too many drinks turned him into a club music connoisseur, always knowing better. It was a miracle he hadn't been kicked out yet.

Matty stopped dancing, tapping your shoulder three times in a pattern. Bathroom. Nodding your head, you laugh giddily in anticipation, making your way towards the edge of the crowd. The neon sign glowed, illuminating your face as you walked past it, Matty following close behind. 

Jess, one of the waitresses, saw you heading toward the bathroom. 

She was your mate from school, being only two years older than you. You saw her mouth something along the lines of ‘be safe’. She nodded at you before going back to taking drink orders from the VIP tables. 

The bathroom was always colder than the dance floor, more comfortable. As you turn the corner to go inside, you spot a familiar face. Ruby. The girl from that night. She looks different, exhausted. 

You embrace, her hands shaking against your back. Offering her a line in return, she eagerly agrees. Matty takes out the baggie from the breast pocket of his suit jacket (yes, he had worn a suit jacket to the club), cutting three lines. Patrons walking in and out of the bathroom stopped to stare, eventually walking off muttering “fucking junkies,” under their breaths. You could care less, snorting your line first. 

Time slowed as you lifted your head up in the direction of the entrance, to see a tall figure standing there. George. Fuck. 

Matty was already doing his line when you tapped him on the back, gesturing to the door. You’d been caught. His eyes were wide, switching between you, Matty, and Ruby, who was still hunched over the sink. 

“What the fuck are you lot doing,” He starts, storming toward the three of you. Ruby whispered into your ear, telling you she had to leave. You nod, as calm as possible, giving her a kiss farewell. She smiled her toothy smile, eye bags under her eyes prominent. 

George had grabbed Mattys face, inspecting the faint traces of white powder under his nose, muttering some along the lines of “Jesus Christ mate, what are you doing?”

His eyes made their way to you, the expression on his face a look of pure disappointment.

“Oh fuck off! It's just a bit of blow, what's the big deal? Loads of people do it,” Matty laughs, avoiding George's gaze. You nod your head in agreement. At the end of the day, what was so wrong about wanting to feel good for a few hours? It's not like you were addicted. 

“You cant say shit like that Matty, it fucking scares me,” his voice quivers, shaken up. “Youre fucking enabling each other, how can you not see that?” You roll your eyes, and Matty grabs your wrist, tugging you behind him. George tries to shout after you. 

“Bugger off, George, you're not my mother,” you spit that last word at him, turning around to make eye contact before losing yourself in the crowd. Mattys hand grips yours with such an intensity you’d think he'd want to rip it off of you. You're both heading for the exit, the warm air of the summer night hitting your skin. 

Matty looks at you, his pupils massive. He's sweating, the powder still sticking to his nose. You reach out, brushing it off. It clings to your fingers. You tap his lips, signaling for him to open his mouth, He obliges, parting his pink, rose lined lips. Your finger feels hot in his mouth as you rub it onto his gums. A whimper escapes him, and he looks down at you, eyes filled with one thing and one thing only. Lust.

“Please,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. Your eyes narrow, and you bring your other hand up to stroke his face.

“What do you want, Matthew?” your voice is steady. You felt in control. 

Another pathetic whine, his legs buckle beneath him as you trailed your hand down his jaw, stopping at his throat. Your fingers wrapped around it, and you could feel his erratic pulse thrumming in his neck. This felt wrong. Very, very wrong. But you don't stop, you never stop.

Your lips finally connect. The kiss is messy, all teeth and tongue. His breathing quickens, and you tug off his jacket, revealing his bare chest. The faint light of the alley didn't do him justice, but he looked beautiful. Your breath hitches when he loses a hand in your hair, his fingers weaving through it. 

You can hear faint sirens in the background, as well the sound of cars speeding down the highway. 

“George is a tosser, he doesn't know anything,” Matty murmurs against your mouth, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. His left hand rests on your waist, drawing endless circles onto your lower back. 

“Yeah,” you agree. “I hope Ruby’s okay though, she looked proper rough.” Matty shakes his head, pushing your face into his chest. The two of you stand there like that, breathing in each other's essence. A strange sense of unease clouds your mind, interrupted by Mattys lips crashing against yours. 

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“Can I pierce you?” 

“No fucking chance you’re going near my body with a needle,” Matty laughs, taking a swig from the bottle of champagne in his hand. You wanted to practice, and Rome wouldn't let you do any more on him. You sigh, laying back on your elbows, staring at the ceiling. 

“D’you even have the proper supplies or anything? Let me guess, Rome has converted you.” You nod, confirming his suspicion of Rome’s involvement. You plead with him further, and he inevitably gives in. 

“If you fuck it up, i will never forgive you.” you laugh at him, slightly tipsy but still in control of yourself. “You have to chill, mate, it's just me shoving a needle into your body.” 

“What do you wanna do? I was thinking maybe a second ear piercing or-” you cut him off 

“I wanna pierce your nipples, that's the one i haven't done yet” you say, trying to sound nonchalant. Truthfully, your heart was racing at the thought of doing it. His was too. 

“Are you sure? I don't want my nipples to disintegrate. It's quite a turn off, y’know? Not having any.” you roll your eyes at him, turning around to get the piercing kit Rome had given you as a late birthday present.   

It contained various needles, disinfectant wipes and starter jewelry. Matty had already laid down onto the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. 

Tearing the wipe open with your teeth, you turn around to face him. His breathing is unsteady, you can tell 

“Calm down, it'll just be a pinch. I know what I'm doing,” he grins, brushing his hair out of his face. “We both know that's not true, but I trust you.” I trust you. The words reverberate through your skull, making you smile. 

You wipe the needle first, then his chest. Using a pen, you mark where you want the jewelry to go. He had picked out a black, circular barbell. Fitting. 

“Ok, just like, take a deep breath. You can't move” your voice is low, your hands trailing up his chest. It felt intimate, seeing him like this. 

“Just do it, I'll be alright,” he shuffles slightly against the sheets of the bed, gripping  them between his fingers. You know he thinks you won't notice, but he's nervous. You press a kiss next to his mouth, your eyes never leaving his. 

Taking a breath to steady your hands, you push through the bud. You expect him to wince, maybe even cry. They were supposed to be quite painful. 

Instead, he moans. Oh? You cock an eyebrow at him, noticing he’s beat red. The sight makes you giddy. He’s enjoying this. 

A small tear rolls down his cheek as he twitches against the mattress. The look on his face is clear. Desperation. 

His hands relax slightly, and you push the jewelry through. 

“G-god dammit, fuck.” The noise is like music to your ears. He grew redder, if that was even possible. His eyes lock with yours. He's embarrassed. A grin spreads onto your face as you flick the jewelry, looking to elicit another reaction. 

Your experiment proves correct, and he lets out a pathetic whimper, slapping his hand over his mouth to stifle it. Too late.

“Do you like it when I hurt you?” you ask, taking in the sight before you. Matty was sprawled across your bed, panting like a dog, skin flushed a light pinkish hue. His chest moved up and down rapidly, his hand covering half of his face. 

His response is a slight nod, eyes searching yours for your reaction. You offer him a smile, your heart full of love. He trusted you that much. He trusted you enough to hurt him. 

“We’ll do one today, save the other for later?” you suggest, your hand playing with his curls. He blinks back tears, nodding at you. His arms reach out for you, pulling you on top of him. Your chests press together, and he winces at the pressure on his piercing. Your lips move against each other, and he slips his tongue into your mouth. You moan at the intrusion, he props himself up on his elbows, looking for leverage. You don't give it to him, pushing him down.

He pulls away, eyes raking over your frame. Grinning, he bites his lip provocatively. Your fingers move to his eyes, smearing his eyeliner down his face. He laughs, the sound morphing into a moan as you grind down onto him. Only slightly, never giving him what he really wants. 

He looks fucked out, raw. You still, getting off him with a wink. He looks at you puzzled, wondering if he did something wrong. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.

“I know what you want, and I'm not going to give it to you. Not until you earn it.” He sits up, eyes silently pleading with you. Pleasepleasepleaseplease. He begged, you could see it on his face. 

“Let's go out, I'm bored,” he shuddered at your words, getting up from his position. Walking over to your wardrobe, he pulled out a shirt of yours to wear. He was going to play your game.  

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“Let's do something fun! Lets go decorate plates or something,” you suggest, your words being met with an eye roll from Matty. 

“You're taking the piss, I'd be torn apart if I was seen decorating plates” He laughs, pushing you off to the side. You were walking down an empty street, the sun shining slightly between the clouds. It was fairly warm. 

You neared a hobby shop, dragging Matty in with you, filtering out his groans of protest “Oh for fucks sake, let me go!” he huffs, pulling his arm out of your grasp. You raise your eyebrows at him, a slight smile creeping into your face. He smiles back at you, reluctantly turning towards the large selection of rhinestones in front of him. 

You picked out your favorite colors, giddily holding them as Matty selects a pack of white ones. On the way out, you grab a pack of lighters, one white, one a dark hue of grey. The cashier hands you your change, wishing you a nice rest of your day. With a wide grin on your face, you do the same.

Matty fidgets with the hem of his shirt as the both of you leave the shop. Walking aimlessly, you eventually settle on a park bench, spreading out your supplies. He groans, trying to pick the rhinestones off to glue them on, clearly struggling. You help him, your fingers ghosting over his as you take the plastic sheet out of his hands. 

He had taken the black lighter out of the pack, and was now gluing stones onto it with laser-focus, not wanting to mess up. You took the grey one, paring it with pink rhinestones. Your initials brandished the side once you finished. 

Matty had done the same, even if the letters were a bit crooked. M.H was glued hastily onto the side of his, some of the rhinestones barely hanging on. He smiled at you as you swapped lighters, now holding his.

It looked exactly like the one you had destroyed. A shiver crept up your spine, memories of that night flashing into your mind. The pure rage you had felt, watching the plastic splinter off onto the pavement. The images of Matty plaguing you. 

But that was before. Before he had kissed you. You felt differently now, but still, a feeling of unease spread through your body as you flicked it on and off, watching the flame dissipate.

His hand was touching your, he was saying your name 

You look up, your eyes meeting his. He smiles. 

“Do you like it? I tried my best to make it not look like shit,” his voice was timid, a hint of insecurity could be heard. “I love it,” you assure him, putting the lighter into your pocket. 

“Do you like yours? I know they are not the manliest of colors, but-” 

“I love it because you made it, that's all that matters,” he cut you off, his thumb tracing the back of your hand. 

You feel your heart flutter at his words, doing backflips in your chest. 

He pulled out his red cigarette case, pulling out a baggie filled with weed. The two of you had promised to stay sober today, but you nodded as he asked you if you wanted to smoke. You get out your papes and filters, rolling it for him. 

He had stopped making comments, instead watching you lick the spliff closed with such an intensity, you thought you would catch on fire. His eyes bore into you as you lit up, and you hand it to him to take the first drag. How the tables have turned

His lips wrap around the filter, breathing in deeply, letting the sensation take over his body. He hands it to you, his hands shaking slightly. Your lipstick rubs off on the spliff, painting the filter with a red rim. 

You hold each other, sitting on the park bench, passing the joint back and forth for what felt like hours, until it dwindled out. The streetlamps had come on, one flickering on and off in the distance. The moon peaked out though the clouds, the blue light only making him look more beautiful. 

You observed his face, his eyes drooping slightly as the high took over him. He let out deep breaths, his chest rising and falling slowly. Your fingers were intertwined, his hands felt warm against your skin. Every so often, he would twitch slightly against you. 

The sun had almost set, barely even there as night took over the sky. The people in the park had gone home, only the occasional dog walker passing by you, quietly saying hello. 

“What are we?” his voice pierced through your heart, making it bleed into your chest.

“I dont know.” you answer, pulling him closer. You stayed like that, your bodies melding together until you both fell asleep, his soft snores filling the empty park

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 “I just got off the phone with Ross, he wants to hang at their place.” you shout up the stairs. Matty was in the shower, the hot water steaming up the glass of the mirror. 

“Sure, we haven't been over there in a while, innit? It’d be nice to have us all in one place again,” he answers, his voice amplified through the echo of the shower. 

You were draped across his couch, watching the news. The TV spokesperson droned on, boring you half to death with stock market statistics. You switch it off, sighing as you got up. Opening the door to the bathroom, you see Matty standing in front of you. A grey towel hung low on his waist, barely hanging on. Your breath hitches at the sight. 

“Yeah?” he asks, shaving cream covering his face and neck. Jesus Christ. 

“I need to do my makeup, move.” you shove him out of the way, riffling through his bathroom drawer, looking for the makeup bag you had left there. Sure enough, you find it, the red material sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the towels and colognes filling the space.

You start doing your eyes, lining your waterline with a deep blue. Matty continues shaving next to you, nearly nicking his skin more than once. You make eye contact in the mirror multiple times, blushing as you look away. God, you're so pathetic. 

He scoots past you and makes his way towards his room, presumably to go and change. The urge to follow him is strong, but you stay in your current position, looking at him as he walks away. You hear the bedroom door close, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Finishing up your routine, you go back downstairs and sit on the couch, waiting for Matty. He takes an oddly long time, and you can hear him shuffling around in his room. You wonder what he's doing, absentmindedly playing with the posh table decor his mother had set on the table. 

Eventually, deciding he's taking too long, you walk over to the window located in his kitchen and crack it open. Lighting your cigarette, your eyes travel up and down the street. Children ride by on their bikes, their older siblings chasing after them. The occasional family walks by, waving hello at you before returning to their conversation. You ash into the sink. 

A little girl makes eye contact with you. She reminds you of yourself, eyes full of innocence and naïveté, her rose colored dress blowing in the wind. You take a drag of your cigarette, watching as she walks by. 

“You ready?” a voice says behind you, making you jump, almost banging your head against the wall you were leaning against. You turn around, seeing Matty in front of you. He has your jumper on, the red one. It's freshly washed and pressed, paired with a blue pair of loose fitting jeans. His hair is messy as always, the blonde highlights sticking out, framing his face.

“You need to start giving me my clothes back,” you say, gesturing to his top. 

“Only if you cough up mine,” he says with a laugh, pointing at your pants. They were, in fact, his. 

“Touché.” you shrug, walking past him, grabbing his wrist to pull him after you. Throwing your cigarette into the trash, the both of you put on your shoes. 

It's sunny outside, and you can see Matty sweating in his your jumper, but you don't say anything. You stop by the corner shop on your way there, buying a pack of fags for Matty. 

The cashier tucks her hair behind her ears as the both of you walk up to the counter to pay. He asks for parliaments, and she hands them to him 

“That’ll be 6 quid,” leaving the sentence open “and your number?” she asks him, batting her eyelashes. The question makes you freeze, eyes on Matty. It seems to take him by surprise, he sucks in a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak: 

“Nah, that's alright, this is my girl right here,” he takes your hand, lifting it up. His girl. You nod timidly, and the girl apologizes. “You're so cute together,” she comments, giving you the fakest smile you've ever seen. You shoot one back.

“Jesus, sorry mate, didn't want to let her down too hard. Soz for using you as a cover.” A cover? Was that what that was? 

“No big thing, glad my gender could be of service,” you try to sound unbothered, grinning at him the best you can. Your heart deflated in your chest, a weight crushing down on it. You were his mate, not his girl. That was clear now. 

The rest of the walk is spent with headphones in your ears. Micheal Jackson's “Bad” played, drowning out your thoughts. 

The hallway leading to the flat is cold, the white marble almost too white, like it had been recently cleaned. Matty bangs on the door, yelling at Ross to open up. He does.

“Jesus Matty, there's this thing called a doorbell-” “Stop fucking me off and let us in,” Matty pushes past a very offended Ross, stalking into the livingroom. You trail behind him, seeing George come into your line of sight. 

Your breath hitches. This is the first time you’ve seen him since that night. He looked uncomfortable, eyes darting around the room. It smells clean in the flat, and you assume Hann had had another one of his cleaning frenzies. 

Adam’s sitting on the sofa, and so was george. They looked tense. Matty was in the kitchen making himself a cup of tea. You sit down next to Hann, watching Ross make himself comfortable on the giant sofa chair. The air is thick, full of something you can't recognise. 

“Matty, can you maybe sit down?” Adam says, his voice deep and tired. He obliges, sitting down on the edge of the sofa chair next to Ross. Mattys hand holds the mug of tea, tapping his fingers against the ceramic. George is fidgety next to you, rolling and unrolling his sleeves, letting out uncomfortable coughs every few seconds. You narrow your eyes, cocking your eyebrow at him. He shakes his head. 

“We know you’ve been using,” Hann’s voice cuts through the silence. Mattys head perks up. 

 “Blow? Seriously?” 

“What about it?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. Fuck. Matty clears his throat before speaking.

“What she said– what does it matter? It's just blow, nothing special. Everyones on it, y’know.” His voice comes out rough, deep. 

“Its fucking horrible, how can you do that to yourselves?” The question comes from George. He told them 

“You fucking told them? Are you taking the absolute piss?” you sound harsh, he looks at you with wide eyes. Matty laughs maniacally, setting down his mug on the coffee table. The tea sloshes onto the glass, dirtying it. 

“Ohh- I get what this is-” he looks at you, shaking his head. “This, my love,” he gestures to the three men sitting around you “Is their pathetic attempt at an intervention.” You scoff, looking at Ross, who confirms his statement. 

“We’re worried about you two, just– “ Matty walks over to you, cutting him off. You get up, nodding at him in silent agreement. You needed to get the fuck out of here. Now. 

“Youre all a bunch of fucking tossers, what do you care what we do? It doesn't affect you!” 

George speaks up: “Of course it affects us, you're our best mates, for fucks sake.” His voice trails off, seeing you ignore him made his heart hurt. What did they know? They shouldn't fucking talk about things they had no clue about.

“Fuck you guys, honestly,” Matty spat, his eyes full of hatred “C’mon love, they probably don’t want two dirty junkies in their living room, hm?” You're already at the door, pushing it open. Hann yells after you, but you ignore him. Absolute asshole, staging an intervention like you were lost addicts. Fuck him. 

—----------------------------------------------------------------------

You're back at Mattys place. You don't talk about what happened in the flat, you just hold each other. He had switched both of your phones off on the walk back. Adam was calling both of you like a crazy ex, begging you to come back and talk. You ignore him. 

The curtains are drawn closed, painting the room in darkness. The only light is coming from the TV neither of you is paying attention to. 

“D’you fancy a line?” he asks, grinning down at you. You agree, getting off of him. He cuts two lines, letting you snort yours as he watches. It hits you like a truck, the feeling of pure euphoria. How can something that was ‘bad for you’ be this good? It made no sense. You mentally curse at Adam for trying to act like your parent. He had no fucking right. 

Matty started deeply into your eyes as you climbed back on top of him, straddling his lap. Once again, there's purple glitter around his eyes, shimmering in the light of the TV. He smirks at you provocatively, locking your lips with his. He kisses you with passion, moving his lips in sync with yours. He pulls away. 

“You,” he starts, punctuating the word with a kiss to the edge of your mouth “are a work of art.” 

You smile at his words, threading your hand into his hair, tugging hard. He whimpers into your mouth, twitching beneath you. 

“You're hard.” you state, pressing a kiss to his jaw, biting down. He moans again, arching his back. 

“I–,” he starts, interrupted by your hand reaching down and squeezing him through his pants. He pulses in your hand, begging. Another pathetic whine, his hips buck into your hand. 

An idea pops into your head, and you slowly get off of him. He protests, his eyes watching you stand up next to him. He looks so beautiful like this, breathing heavily and painfully hard.

“I want you to touch yourself for me, Matthew." You can see him twitch as the words leave your lips. 

"Go on, give me a show.”

#y'all weren't ready for this #the 1975 #matty healy #ross macdonald #adam hann #george daniel #tw:drugs #matty the 1975 #matty healy fluff #matty healy smut #matty healy x y/n #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x you #matty x you

[evilrwbyfan]

ruby and neon laser tag date. ruby almost always loses because 1. irs funny 2. neon is a pro and catches her off guard in multiple different ways (usually with teasing though ofc)

#theyve been rotating around in my head so much but i still havent drawn them or written anytjing for them EVEN THOUGH IVE BEEN WANTING TO #FOR MORE THAN TWO WEEKS #rwby #ruby rose #neon katt #ruby x neon #neon red rwby

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

So many of the rwbabies are Jaune's in the time travel thing? Because not everyone you ship with Jaune has hot a baby. You wrote Willow being pregnant but never gave us a rwbabie out of it. So I just want a list of who to expect.

Well actually I made a question specifically about Willow and Kali having Arc Babies and it came out with a yes in the polls so they will happen. As for who to expect...

That's a long list... Of the top of my head

Nicholas II (Jaune X Weiss) Yin Xiao-Long Arc (Jaune X Yang) Shade Belladonna-Arc (Jaune X Blake) Politan (Neo X Jaune) Jasmine Arc (Jaune X Melanie) Jade Arc (Jaune X Miltia) Jasper Arc (Jaune X Neon) Damien Arcfall (Jaune X Cinder) Topaz Arc (Jaune X Emerald) Adjit ArK (Jaune X Sienna) Roux Arc (Jaune X Reese) Unnamed Daughter (Jaune X May Zedong) Theo and his twin sister (Unnamed as of yet)(Jaune X Pyrrha) Baldur Valkyrie (Ren X Nora) Mei Ren (Ren X Nora) Unnamed Son (Jaune X Nora) Lavander (Oscar X Ruby) Elsa (Jaune X Winter) Grace (Jaune X Glynda) ? Tyr (Jaune X Vernal) (Given Tyr's buffness I'm not sure I can make his model though)

[littlelewdmable]

Been awhile since I did any longform smut, eh? Might as well do a one shot sometime soon.

#rwby #rwby smut

[ali-annals]

Stupid in Love

Pairing: Tim Drake x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: T | WC: 2.3k | Ao3 | Summary:

Tim meets a competent new companion in his fight to make Ra's al Ghul's life hell. They just might be a match made in heaven (after all, Timari heaven is Ra's hell).

CW: Implied/Referenced Non-Consensual Drug Use, Mentions of Blood, PG-13 Kissing, Getting Tattoos

A/N: Finally got out of my writing slump to sprint this out for @official-timari-server Shutterbug Station's 2024 Angst vs Fluff war. Obviously, I'm on the side of Fluff. Inspired by Stupid in Love by MAX (ft Huh Yunjin) <3

Tim coughed, holding his sleeve over his nose and mouth as he attempted not to inhale the red smoke, fumbling in his utility belt for his rebreather. 

He stepped back, his back bumping into the stone wall of the cave he was currently stuck in. He twirled his bo staff with his free hand anxiously, peering through the ruby haze for any sign of the people he knew were surrounding him. 

His blood-slicked fingers finally found the small but essential piece of equipment and he hastily raised it to his face. Something rocketed past him, appearing from a previously-hidden exit right by his shoulder, causing him to drop the rebreather with an aggravated sigh. 

He coughed again, stooping to pick up the rebreather and fit it in his mouth. The cloud of the unknown gas slowly cleared and he blinked his watering eyes, sliding his feet into a defensive position. The assassins were taking an awfully long time to attack him, wasting the confusion that the haze would have provided while he was distracted getting his rebreather. 

A twinge of pain shot up his arm from a lucky slice an assassin had gotten in on him, the blood sluggishly dripping down his arm and making his grip on his staff slippery.

Tim shook his head, clearing his vision. Someone was fighting the assassins. At first glance, it appeared to be another assassin, clothed in black and swinging around a staff just like him, but their style of uniform was sleeker and had neon green accents.

Despite having the colour of the Lazarus Pits on them, Tim was sure they weren’t affiliated with the League he (and they) were currently fighting. 

They were ruthless yet precise in their movements, dispatching the assassins easily. Only a couple made it past them to attack him, and he easily took them out, renewed adrenaline and hope rushing through him at the obvious help the newcomer was currently providing. 

Whether he would have to fight them after the League assassins were done fighting the two of them was another question, but Future Tim could answer that. Current Tim was impressed with the fluidity of their moves as they knocked the last three out. 

They didn’t spare Tim a glance, striding determinedly down another pathway to an open room, the waters an eerie green. Ra’s al Ghul was there. Tim caught the look of surprise on the man’s face when Tim was not the first one to step out of the tunnel into the pool room.

Without so much as a stutter, the newcomer continued their stride across the rocky surface, jumping over the sword Ra’s raised, pinning him to the rock wall with one clawed hand. 

In the brighter room (courtesy of the Pit’s refraction), Tim could see that their uniform was reminiscent of Catwoman’s, though more practical and less sexy. He still found it attractive. 

Someone else pinning the pain in his ass to a wall (granted, said pain in the ass was smiling cockily and didn’t appear that concerned, but hey, he was still pinned to the wall; Tim would take what he could get); he was halfway in love as it was, not to mention their incredibly skilled moves and obvious self-assuredness. 

“Say bye-bye to your precious Pit,” they sneered, raising their fist to Ra’s face. A bubbling mass of black that gave Tim major Creepy:™: vibes formed in their fist.

It was then that Ra’s’s face became fearful. “No!”

“You’re too late to beg off of this, Ra’s,” they sneered. “The 1100’s called, they want their Pits back.”

The black bubbles hit the green liquid, fizzing ominously and causing a great cloud of green steam to fill the room. When the air cleared, all that was left was the empty rocky circle in the middle of the room, not a drop of liquid to be found anywhere.

The Catwoman-assassin person let go and Ra’s dropped to his knees, crawling to the rim of the now-desert pool. “NO!”

They scoffed and turned towards the pathway, where Tim still stood, a little confused and a lot in love. 

“Who are you?”

“Lady Noire,” they replied. “You can have him, if you want him,” they jerked their chin at the despairing assassin behind them. “I’m done, figured this would be more painful than death, but I don’t care if you finish him off.”

Tim blinked. “I don’t really kill, but thanks for the offer. How did you do that?”

“Destroy the Pit?” Lady Noire shrugged. “What, like it’s hard? I know who made it so I just reversed the process.”

“I think I’m in love with you,” he said. “Marry me?”

“Sure, why not.” They stepped forward, close enough he could make out feminine features and catlike Lazarus-green eyes, taking his hand. “You should probably get your injuries tended to first, though.”

“Good point.”

“You’re lucky I have extensive experience in patching people–mostly myself–-up,” Lady Noire said, leading him back through the trail of unconscious assassins to the fresh air of their mountainous surroundings. 

“Do you get hurt often?”

“Yep, I’m pretty clumsy.”

Tim struggled to comprehend that. “But…you’re amazing in a fight. As good as me with that staff.”

“Being good at fighting isn’t mutually exclusive from being a klutz,” they said.

Tim thought of Bruce. “You’re right. So, wanna take my plane to Vegas?”

“You were serious about the marrying you thing?”

“Yeah. You’re a great fighter, you have a secret identity, you’re enemies with Ra’s, we’re practically the same person. It’s clearly fate.”

They smirked. “Sure, Fate. Well, it’s not like I have anything to get back to and you’re pretty talented yourself and we get along well. Why not marry you?”

Tim removed the cloaking tech making the Bat-jet invisible and climbed in. “Coming?”

~~~

The flight from Nepal to Nevada only confirmed Tim’s thoughts that Lady Noire was perfect for him. She was a coffee addict like him, a child vigilante like him, a Ra’s hater like him, a bo staff prodigy like him, and more. They shared the same music taste and agreed on wacky conspiracy theories (or were they theories, if he had proof?).

“So, whose last name are we gonna take?” she asked, watching the cloud cover over Las Vegas come closer as he began their descent. “Mine’s already hyphenated, so we probably don’t want to add a third and-or fourth hyphen to that.”

“We can share mine,” he offered. “Unless you have some opinions about not taking your significant other’s name.”

“Not really, I can still continue my business under my maiden name, even if I change my initials after marriage.” Marinette shrugged. “Marinette Drake sounds nice to me.”

“It has a certain ring to it,” Tim agreed, coasting the jet to a stop in the middle of the desert surrounding the city. “Do you want to shop for rings together?”

“Sure, we can continue our date in the jewelry store.”

~~~

Marinette walked down the aisle to meet Tim and the Elvis impersonator officiating their wedding.

“Dearly beloved,” the officiant began, addressing Marinette, Tim, and the two wedding hall-supplied witnesses. Neither of them had wanted anyone specific at their wedding, agreeing that combining both of their friendgroups’ chaos would be too much.

“Could we skip straight to the ‘I Do’s?” Marinette asked.

Elvis nodded. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, do you take Timothy Drake to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.” She smiled up at him, blue eyes sparkling.

“Timothy Drake, do you take Marinette Dupain-Cheng to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” He squeezed her calloused hand.

“Then by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

Their first kiss was short and sweet, the two breaking away with wide smiles. Once the papers were signed and witnessed, the new couple headed out with cheerful dispositions. 

“Where do you want to go to honeymoon?” Tim asked, rubbing his finger over the ring on his new wife’s hand.

“Paris,” she said immediately. “I haven’t been back in years and I want to see if it really is the City of Love.”

“Any city will be the city of love if you’re there,” he teased, taking great pleasure in seeing her blush. 

They made their way back to the Bat-jet, once again cloaked against curious eyes, and Tim charted the course to Paris. 

~~~

Marinette stopped on the street, pulling Tim back. “We should get matching tattoos!”

Tim considered it. “What type are you thinking?”

“Something small and simple, don’t worry,” she said, stepping into the tattoo parlour they’d paused in front of. “What if we drew each other a heart and did that?”

Tim nodded. “That sounds cute. Let’s do it.”

The tattoo artist accepted walk-ins, and once they proved they were both of age, quickly got them set up. 

Marinette’s perfectly symmetrical heart went on Tim’s left ring finger, where it could take the place of his ring when he had to take it off for work or vigilantism. 

Marinette got his slightly lopsided heart on her right ring finger, saying she didn’t want to cover it with her ring when she could look at it every day. 

The tattoos were small and they’d both faced worse pain almost every day, so their session ended quickly. 

They stepped into the sunny day, non-tattooed hand in hand, careful not to let their neatly-wrapped fingers touch. 

“I’m hungry,” Tim proclaimed. 

“I happen to know a lovely spot that gets rave reviews,” Marinette replied, swinging his hand between them. “Let’s go, lover boy.”

~~~

The blank face of Batman was only blank if you weren’t a Bat. Tim could read all the worry and confusion in his muscle tightness as soon as he opened the door to Marinette’s balcony. 

Wonder Woman stood behind Batman supportively.

Tim groaned. “You ratted me out to B on my honeymoon? I knew Paris wasn’t safe,” he tsked.

“Tim?” Marinette called, stepping out of the bathroom with her hair in a towel from her shower.

Wonder Woman’s eyes widened. “I didn’t know you were with Ladybug. Batman was worried. It’s been a week since you went off-grid, but Oracle was able to find the Bat-jet’s logs and see your last flight was here. What happened?”

“I met Lady Noire in Nepal and we hit it off and decided to get married. B, Marinette Drake. Mari, Batman.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Marinette, bumping Tim with her hip to get out of her way so she could meet her father-in-law. “Hi, Diana. Good to see you, if a little unexpected.”

“Marinette...Drake?” Batman looked between the couple slowly. 

“Yep, we got married in Vegas. I thought the paperwork would’ve gone through and pinged on the Batcomputer by now,” Tim said. “Anyways, you’ve seen everything’s chill here, so thanks for coming, we’ll be sure to see you soon, adieu.” He attempted to shoo Batman out of the way so he could close the door and escape back inside.

“Tim, you’re not acting like yourself.” Batman gripped his arm gently to stall him. “What happened to you in Nepal?”

“Nothing. We took out the assassins after us and Mari evaporated the Pit and then we got married in Vegas, keep up. It’s our honeymoon, we’re taking a break, we’re not in immediate danger. Relax,” Tim pushed Batman’s hand off of him. 

Batman caught his hand, staring at the tattoo on his finger, then looking to Marinette’s hand.

Before either of them blinked, Batman had a needle in Tim’s arm and was drawing blood.

“Hey!” Tim yelped. 

“We might as well prove we’re fine, right?” said Mari calmly, stroking down his other arm to entwine their fingers. “It’s not like we have anything to hide.”

“It’s not about hiding stuff, it’s the fact that B is an overbearing ass, but you’re right, it’ll get rid of him quicker.” Tim relaxed, squeezing her hand three times.

Marinette offered her arm to Batman to collect her blood as well, figuring compliance was the fastest way out of the situation. 

Once their blood was collected, Batman and Wonder Woman left and the couple headed back inside, Tim grumbling about Batman’s lack of faith in him.

~~~

Batman was once again on their balcony. Marinette sighed. “Tim, B’s here with our results!”

It was Tim’s turn to emerge from the shower, towelling his hair dry. “Cool,” he said flatly, opening the door. “So, come to apologize for doubting us, B?”

Batman didn’t move. 

Tim stared at him. 

Finally Batman stepped forward, offering a small stack of papers stapled together–their blood test results.

“There are lingering traces of inhibition lowering drugs in both of your systems.”

Tim thought back to the red cloud the assassins had released around him. “Oh.”

Marinette brushed against him. “We were drugged? But the suit protects me…”

“Ra’s was working with magic users recently,” Tim informed her glumly. “It’s what got me digging around the League this time.”

“Oh.”

Batman looked at the two of them awkwardly. “I have neutralizing pills you can take if you want.”

Tim took the baggie, feeling a little like a drug dealer and stepped back.

“Thanks, I guess. Bye, B.”

He closed the door on Batman, drawing the drapes so the snoop couldn’t spy on him and Mari. 

She coughed awkwardly. “So much for being fine, heh.”

He handed her a pill, popping one in his mouth and sipping from the coffee mug sitting on the desk. 

“We should probably wait to discuss this when we’re sure the drugs are out of our systems,” he suggested as she swallowed her own pill.

They sat in silence for an hour, lost in thought.

Finally, Tim deemed it good enough. “I don’t regret it. Maybe it was fast, but from the time we’ve spent together after it, I know I don’t regret it.”

Marinette shook her head. “Neither do I. It’s not like we were on sex pollen or anything, it was just an inhibition lower. I wouldn’t act any differently than I’ve done this past week except agreeing to date you instead of marry you. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll still date you. We’ve just solved the major relationship problems of ‘Do they like me?’ ‘Will they date me?’ ‘Will  they marry me?’ and now we can just grow our relationship.”

“You make it sound so easy,” Tim snorted. “But yes. We can just keep dating each other. Dates shouldn’t stop after you get married, anyways.”

“That’s the spirit!” Marinette leaned forward, dropping a peck on his cheek. “So, shall we go on a date?”

#timari #fic #ali writes #dcxmlb #maribat #mss2024 #shutterbug station 2024

[kitkatopinions]

Call me a hater or say that I'm killing the fun of it or something, but one of my most subjective most petty complaints when it comes to RWBY is that I honestly hate like 90% of the ship names. XD There are only a few that I can think of that I like, and most of the shipping names I like are things like 'Ironqrow,' 'Arkos,' 'Ozwitch,' 'Renora,' the regular everyday shipping names you could actually look up and get the content for without having to scroll through pictures of ladybugs. The other ones that I don't like but at least seem kind of quirky or cutesy are things like 'Nuts and Dolts' and 'Crime Dads' (I may hate Junior, but 'Crime Dads' is very similar in vibes to 'Science Bros' or 'Ineffable Husbands' or other regularly accepted fandom nicknames.

I don't like the bees very much either, but I actually don't mind the shipping name of 'Bumbleby' because it has a quirky spelling to make it something that can be looked up and also makes sense to make that the ship name because people originally started shipping the main four with each other back before they had names and just went by the color associated with them. I'd like Monochrome, WhiteRose, Ladybug, and Freezerburn a bit more too if they had quirky quirk spellings that made them able to be actually found, but here we are.

However, the other shipping names? Martial Arcs? Caffeine Killers? Evil Moustache? Burnt Metal?

Also, then you get things like mix ups where some people have been calling the ship between Whitley and Penny "cold hard cash" and others have been calling it "broken machines" I think for some reason? I don't remember for sure and I literally like the ship, but I would much rather just call them... Pentley, or PenWhit or something. Also also don't even get me started on how many ship names are associated with color but with the amount of people in Ruby who have the same color.... Like 'Crimson' is used for part of the ship title, but 'Crimson' is used for Ruby, Cinder, Pyrrha, Scarlet, Adam and who knows who else, so if someone tells me "I ship Crimson Wings" I'm not gonna think "ah yes, the ship between Cardin and Cinder," I'm gonna think "Is that like... Adam and Qrow? Is that Ruby and that one bat Faunus? Is that Scarlet and Weiss? Is that Raven and Vernal somehow?" It's so unnecessarily complicated.

Also the naming conventions of going by like... Traits that it feels weird to pick? It just gives me a not great feeling. Why does Neo being mute feature in her shipping names? Why is Blake's number one thing just 'Cat?' Why are so many of Qrow's shipping names like 'lol Qrow is a drunkard?' Why is the name for Mercury and Weiss's ship 'Daddy Issues" as if the only thing about their characters that's important is the fact that they were both abused by their fathers?

Anyway, this is a mostly harmless fandom quirk, and I just don't really like it. So... rant over lol. Please nobody think you have to change what you call your ships for my sake, but I might just stop trying to learn any real shipping names and just go with putting names together. The ship between Neon Katt and Ruby might be called like, Rainbow Eyes or Crimson Cat or CapeSkates or something, but I'm just gonna say 'Neon x Ruby.'

#rwde

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

This poll is for couples that were or aren't "officially" realized or confirmed within their series, but have plenty of hints or material to make a case for them.

All characters will be aged up if the story is explicit, as per usual. Reblog for a larger sample size.

#my polls #Fairy Tail #RWBY #Soul Eater #The Owl House #Teen Titans #Neon Genesis Evangelion #Sailor Moon #My Hero Academia #Boku No Hero Academia #Inuyasha #NaLu #Rosegarden #Huntlow #SoMa #bbrae #asushin #Rei x Yuuichirou #Kirimina #sessukagu #vld #Naruto #lionheartshipping #Pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #poll #polls #Damianya #Spy x Family #Shallura