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gyll-yee-haw · 3 months

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maria, don’t get me wrong, I love soft & sweet donnie… but like… dare I ask…. mean…and…rough donnie? 👀

also huge props to you for pushing out so many fics!! so glad to have you back ml 💗

Hmmm yeah? He sure can do that too!

(Thank you so much, honey!! I'm so happy to be back ❤)

Warnings: very mean!dom!Donnie, teasing in public, slapping, pussy slapping, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie

Like 1k words.

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Donnie is mean. He's mean to his parents, to his sister, to his dick-head friends, to his teachers... he has quite a sharp tongue when replying to something he judges to be stupid, which isn't rare.

Oh but when it comes to you, he's a totally different person. He's sweet, caring, always speaks calmly and looks at you like you were the prettiest, most shinny and fragil crystal in the world. At least until you learnt how to push the right buttons. I mean... you loved your sweet boyfriend, but your body craves something more sometimes...

And when it did, all you had to do was tease him. Unzipping his pants under the school desk is a classic. Your hand sliding inside his pants slowly, only to get him hard, but never to get him off... he went all red everytime. Or maybe you would be extra nice to another boy in front of him. Or just act bratty, giving him an attitude in front of everyone. Any of these will work.

Any of these will get his fingers wrapped tightly around your arm as he pushed you inside his room, fuming.

"Ouch, Donnie..." you would complain. But it was too late now.

"Sit down and shut the fuck up."

As soon as you sat on the bed, he would lift your skirt up and brutally tear your underwear off. You never wore panties you liked too much on days you woke up willing to piss him off, a lesson you learnt the hard way.

"You're such a whore." He pretended to be disappointed, running two fingers through your folds. "Look how fucking wet you get only by disrespecting me. And you want me to believe you fucking love me."

"But I love you, Donnie..." You moaned as his fingers entered you at once.

"Thought I told you to shut the fuck up." He removed his fingers as quickly as he shoved them in. Next thing you heard was a loud slap. It was unexpected... he had never slapped your pussy before. It made you close your legs immediately. He didn't seem to like that very much.

He forced your legs open and gave you another slap. You bit your lip to stop a scream for coming out. He slapped again and your eyes rolled back.

"Whore." He repeated, bitting back a smirk. "On all fours, now."

You didn't think twice before obeying.

"You want my cock?" He grabbed your ass cheeks, squeezing them hard.

"Yes, Donnie, please..." You begged nicely, afraid he would punish you again.

"It doesn't seem like you do." He chuckled, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear. "The way you've been acting... you don't fucking deserve it."

"Just..." You tried explaining yourself as you heard him start stroking his cock behind you. "Just like it when you're mean. It's why I do it."

"Like it when I'm mean?" He gave your ass a loud slap. "You know what would be mean? If I didn't fuck you at all. If I didn't even touch you."

"No! Please, Donnie..." You felt your pussy clench around nothing, absolutely desperate.

"Yeah, it's a shame I want you too bad to be able to do that." He admitted. You felt him teasing the tip of his cock at your entrance.

The relief as you felt him entering you slowly, inch by inch, made you arch your back and moan like a porn star. You already got him mean and horny, now it was all about being good, so he would let you cum.

The thing is that he used 100% of his patience already, so he wasn't going to be gentle now. His thrusts started deep and fast and it hurt quite a bit. At least until he found that sweet spot, that turned the pain into shivers down your spine.

"You wanted me to be mean, now you take it." His hands grabbed your hips, forcing your body against his as if he just couldn't fuck you hard enough.

At that point, it was all you could do: take it. Just lie there offering your hole for him to use. Moaning against the mattress, more afraid of annoying him than of what the neighbors would hear. At that moment there weren't neighbors, there was only Donnie, his grunts and his huge cock making you stupid.

"Donnie..." you cried out. "I'm gonna..."

"I don't care." He interrupted you, he's movements losing rythm. "But you better hurry up if you want to cum, because once I'm finished, I don't want to hear you whining anymore."

You gripped the sheets as tightly as your pussy squeezed his cock. He cursed under his breath, trying to hold his own orgasm back. He really fucking cared. He wanted you to cum so badly. And you did. Fuck, you did. So hard. Squeezing him so good. He had no choice but to spill his seed deep inside of you.

Mean Donnie will give you mindblowing sex every single time. But as soon as his balls are empty, he's back to the sweet boyfriend he is. Keeping that character with you is more exhausting than pounding you.

He would beg you not to do it again... beg you to be good for him, as he cuddled you afterwards. Give you kisses and take care of your shaking body. But unfortunately, he fucked you too good, now there will have to be a next time. :(

#donnie darko x reader #donnie darko #donnie darko fanfic #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #jake gyllenhaal smut

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chrisredfield73 · 5 months

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Could you do a reader who accidentally tells the tf2 mercs they're gay/queer in sexuality? With some angst from the reader because they're worried it'll affect how the mercs see them. And depending on the merc, some comfort?

This is a bit self-indulgent as I am a girl who likes girls, but it can be written for anyone

The reader is meant to be a teen so it's strictly platonic!

A/N: As a gay trans guy, I understand the angst and fear! Thank you for requesting!!

For Spy's part-

Mon chou means 'my cabbage' (weird term of endearment for kids but it's really sweet)

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You let it slip, accidentally, but it immediately made you panic. You mentioned liking the same gender as you. The fear of not being accepted hit you like a tidal wave, as you stare wide eyed at the merc in front of you..

Scout:

He's surprised, to say the least.

He definitely makes a snarky and sarcastic joke, but he quickly shuts up when he notices your fear.

"Hey now.. Don't get all nervous on me."

He's pretty supportive overall, giving you some reassuring comments and a pat on the back.

"Listen.. I don't know how all the other guys would react, but I'm okay with it. Don't worry, I won't say anything."

He may make some hints about it to the others, but he doesn't go too far.

He also definitely would help you find a s/o and he would beg to hear who you like.

Soldier:

Now for this big himbo, it's a 50/50.

He either doesn't hear or get what you've said, or he heard it and he's judging you.

"What was that, maggot?"

If he didn't hear you or understand you, you could definitely play it off as a joke. He'd probably laugh it off with you, not even noticing how nervous you are.

If he heard you and is now judging you, he's staring at you through narrowed eyes. "You're queer?"

He's definitely not supportive... At first. You could probably, eventually, get him to come around and be supportive.

He has that mentality of, "I was raised thinking it was wrong so it's wrong."

Pyro:

When he heard you say that, it's completely obvious he supports you.

He gives you a thumbs up and a hug for reassurance.

"Mff mff mm mmff."

You're not sure what he just said, but you can tell it was something supportive by how he just acted.

He helps make sure you're comfortable, even giving you gifts that are discreet pride flag colors.

If any of the other guys catch wind about it, you can bet that Pyro will be there to stand up for you.

Demoman:

Another one of the guys that's 50/50 about it.

If he's drunk, he's either not going to act supportive, when he actually is, or he's not going to be paying attention to anything you just said. "What..?"

In the rare occasion that he's not drunk, he's very supportive and will give you a hug.

"Ey there, lass/lad, no need to worry. It's alright with me."

He is one of the supportive ones, despite being an idiot when he's drunk. He's proud of you for being yourself, even if you're not out to everyone.

Heavy:

He's shocked, looking over at you with wide eyes.

He doesn't say anything for a moment, before noticing your anxiousness.

He's not super supportive, but he's not going to judge you about your preferences.

"Heavy is not mad. Heavy is happy you're happy."

He gives you a pat and maybe even rubs your back, trying to help you feel better.

He won't tell anyone about it, he's the second best secret keeper on the team.

"Heavy won't tell anyone, Heavy pretends he never heard it."

Engineer:

He's caught off-guard, but he's supportive 100%.

"Oh? I never would've thought..."

He gives you a reassuring smile and hugs you gently.

"Don't worry, kid. I won't tell nobody. You have my word."

He's the first best secret keeper, and he's basically the supportive dad of the team.

He'll, much like Pyro, also get you discreet pride gifts to show he supports you and to make you feel better.

All in all, Engineer is the best to share things with, he's a calm and gentle soul who just wants to see you happy.

Medic:

He had his suspicions, he suspects a lot of things about a lot of people.

"Oh? You like women/men?"

He's pretty supportive, but he's not a very touchy person. He'd prefer to not have a ton of physical contact.

He gives you a quick rub on the back before pulling away.

"I'm not going to judge you, there are things far worse than not being straight."

He's not the best for comfort but he is, at least, mostly supportive.

Sniper:

He stops what he's doing and turns to look at you, his expression and emotion unreadable.

"You... You're what now?"

He notices you panicking and steps over to you, offering you a small smile.

He gently ruffles your hair and chuckles, "Easy now, roo. Calm down. I'm not judgin' ya, I'm just confused."

He's okay with you elaborating on your sexuality, and he's okay with you not talking about it anymore.

He's also good at not telling anyone about your sexuality, he prefers to keep to himself anyway.

Spy:

He let's out a low hum, raising a brow. He definitely didn't expect that.

"...Hmm?"

He's polite, not teasing you or making fun of you.

He doesn't really understand but he's not going to go out of his way to judge you or make fun of you.

"Don't worry, mon chou. I'm not going to judge you."

He sets down his cigarette in his ashtray and pulls you in for a hug.

He's one that doesn't like physical affection very much, but seeing you in slight distress makes him want to comfort you.

He almost thinks of you like his child, and he just wants to see you happy.

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valeriele3 · 1 month

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Kalim Al-Asim x Bullied!Fem reader

Warnings: Verbal bullying and not proofread (Please lmk if I missed smth)

Words: 669

Serious ver. | Crack ver.(You're here!)

"Y/N is such a bitch." - Random Student A

"I know right!" Random student B says.

"Oh right, have you heard? Apparently Y/N seduced multiple housewardens. Must be why she's so close to them. What a slut."

Random students A and B laugh.

"Hey! Take that back!"

"Huh? And who—” - RS.A

"O-Oh Kalim! Hey there! How's it going?" - RS.B

"Don't pretend like you weren't just talking bad about Y/N! Please take back what you said; none of them were true at all."

“I—” Student B gets cut off by Student A.

"Hm? Whatever could you mean by that, Kalim?"

"You called Y/N names."

"Names? Oh, that? I'm afraid we were simply saying the truth, though. Almost everyone agrees."

"Look, I'm not sure where you heard that, but Y/N is far from what you guys think."

"She's a hard-working, earnest, and sincere person."

"She never seduced anyone."

"She managed to form the connections and friendships she has by communicating with them, helping them, and just being herself."

"And that's why I love her."

You just got done with your potionology class and were walking towards the cafeteria.

You were about to turn the corner until you heard a familiar voice.

"-nd that's why I love her."

Kalim's voice.

Thud

'Ah, it seems that I really stand no chance'

'He already loves someone else.'

"Hm? Oh! Y/N!"

Panicking, you quickly run away, leaving behind your book that you accidentally dropped. "Hey, wait up! You dropped your book!" Kalim runs after you.

After a bit of running, Kalim eventually caught up to you.

He taps your back and says, "Hey, why'd you run away?"

Sniffle

"H-hey..Are you..Crying?"

"What's wrong?"

You stay silent.

After what felt like an eternity, a different voice spoke up.

"Kalim? Y/N? What are you guys standing in the middle of the corridor? You guys are blocking people's way."

You quickly hide your face in your hands.

Awkwardly, Kalim speaks up, "A-Ah, Jamil, can you please prepare us some food?"

"Mm..Alright. C'mon." Jamil leads the way to the Scarabia mirror.

After Jamil finishes preparing your guys' meals, he turns to leave the room.

Kalim mouths to Jamil, "Thank you."

"Just talk whatever it is out" he mouths back.

Creak

Shut

Kalim clears his throat. "Y/N. Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"'m tired..I hate this place..The bullying, the overblots, that irresponsible headmage, and my home being taken away from me. I'm tired, Kalim."

Upon hearing this, Kalim engulfs you in a hug.

He doesn't say anything. He just listens attentively.

It felt warm. Like a comfortable blanket embracing you and protecting you from the harsh reality.

After calming down a bit, you move away from the hug.

You felt tempted to lean back into his embrace, but that would be too selfish. It would be unfair to Kalim.

But little do you know that Kalim himself had to stop himself from wrapping you in his arms once again.

"Kalim, I hope you'll be happy with her."

"Her?"

"I mean, the person you love. Obviously, I heard you talking about it earlier." You chuckle, although it sounds strained.

"Hmm, well, I'm always happy with you!"

"Eh?" You pause.

'Did I hear that wrong..?'

"Ahah..I think I heard you wrong, Kalim."

"Heard what wrong? It's true! I'm always happy when I'm together with you!" He gives his signature bright smile that could rival even the sun itself.

'Me..Her..Happy..'

'Wait!'

"Y-you mean me?! You like, no, love me!?" You blush.

"Of course! Who else would I love?"

It was then that you noticed how his eyes seemed to shine so bright; he's looking at you only, all his attention on you, as if nothing else matters right now but you.

"Oh right! Let's eat before the food gets cold!"

"Yeah..!" You turn to the already cold food. 'Oh well, Jamil's food is the best, so I'm sure it still tastes good'

A while later..

"I didn't expect you to confess so bluntly."

"Hm? Wait, what?"

'..I just basically confessed twice. This is so embarrassing!' He blushes

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whysosiriushuh · 2 months

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Rr'ing crimson rivers. Everyone talks about the great big tragedy the fic is so I'm making a post appreciating zar's comedic genius

Warning: Its hella long

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"You heard me. Come off it, lover boy. Don't pretend you can't climb; I've seen James, he's taller, and you're not going to tell me you're not climbing him, are you?"

Regulus takes it all back. He rues the day he ever showed an interest in being possible allies with Evan Rosier. Regulus scowls at him, but that only makes him smirk.

"First of all, climbing a person is entirely different from climbing a fucking tree—"

"How so?"

"Trees won't keep me from falling. James has arms."

"Ah, so you have climbed—"

"Rosier, if you want to keep your tongue, you might want to shut up."

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"It is. You just don't know it yet. You'll see." James winks at him, but his smile is soft. "Go on, go get your spine realigned."

Sirius' hand flies to his throat instinctively, like a woman clutching at her pearls, staring at James, utterly aghast as he wheezes, "Get my fucking what?"

"Or, you know, realign his spine," James muses, thoughtful, his eyes gleaming with laughter. "Whatever suits your fancy, and his, I suppose."

"You're filthy," Sirius hisses as James laughs again, covering his mouth with his hand. "You're a dirty, dirty man, Potter, and I—I do not want you anywhere near my baby brother."

"Oh, the first chance I get, I'm going to let him snap my spine directly in half," James declares, lifting both hands and tipping his fists apart while making an obscene crunching noise in the back of his throat. The look of pure horror on Sirius' face makes James bust out laughing all over again.

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"Well, you just seemed…quite upset," Lyall says awkwardly.

"Not because of the murder thing," Sirius mutters, waving his hand carelessly. He pauses. "That makes me sound rather mental, doesn't it? I just mean, I know that whatever it is, however it happened, it wasn't something inexcusable. No, I was just surprised, honestly, and I do feel like maybe he should have mentioned it. Not that I'm entitled to any information he isn't comfortable sharing, but I do think it's something you tell someone before you have sex with them, at the very least."

It takes a second for the words to catch up with Sirius, and then his eyes bulge as heat creeps up into his face. Lyall's eyebrows are raised very, very high.

"Oh, fuck—I mean, shit—wait, sorry, excuse my language, sir," Sirius chokes out, his voice going high from his rising panic as his heart takes off sprinting in his chest. "I wasn't—I shouldn't have said that. I don't know why I said that. Please don't think I took advantage of Remus. I swear I didn't. It was very mutual, and actually I was super nervous and not really sure about the whole thing—er, sex, I mean, because I'd never even done it, but I trusted Remus, and he was just so lovely—"

"Sirius—"

"I—I didn't force him, I would never, and he had full freedom to do whatever he liked, or didn't. He could have just—beat me up, if necessary. I'm pretty sure I told him that once, actually, and hey, now I know he could have just fucking killed me, so there's that. Shit, sorry, the cursing again. I'm just—I don't mean to be disrespectful in your home, sir, I swear. I'm just panicking a bit, currently, and—and trying to explain that I didn't, in any way, coerce your son into having sex with—"

"Sirius," Lyall interrupts yet again, louder this time.

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"Aren't you afraid of heights?" Emmeline muses as he approaches the tree very cautiously.

"No," Regulus snaps defensively, then pauses and kicks lightly at the base of the tree. In a mumble, he confesses, "Yes."

Emmeline coughs. "You'll be able to get back down, right? Without falling, I mean. Because I don't fancy Sirius having a go at me for letting his baby brother climb a tree and get stuck, or worse, fall and break his neck."

"Thank you, Emmeline, for making me feel better about this decision," Regulus says flatly.

"I try," Emmeline replies, amused. "No, but genuinely, should I go get a ladder, or something?"

"That feels like cheating."

"Well, who's going to know?"

Evan is going to give me so much shit for this the next time I see him in my dreams, Regulus thinks precisely five seconds before he looks over at Emmeline and mumbles, "A ladder, you said?"

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"James is jealous," Regulus informs him.

"Jealous?" Sirius arches an eyebrow. "Someone sniffing around you, Reggie?"

Regulus breaks out into a grin again, one so rare that Sirius feels his heart clench just looking at it. "Not jealous because of me, you idiot. He's jealous of Frank, because of you."

"What?" Sirius blurts out, bewildered. "But Frank is—I mean, we're just friends." He pauses, then frowns. "Wait, James wouldn't care if Frank was more than a friend anyway."

"Sirius," Regulus says, struggling not to laugh, "he's jealous because you and Frank are friends. James is your best friend, remember? He feels threatened."

Sirius opens his mouth, closes it, then shakes his head in disbelief. "Does he really?"

"Yes. I'm having a great time," Regulus says with a happy sigh, genuinely looking pleased. "It sort of feels like karma, you know? He's also being terribly adorable about the whole thing, but don't tell him I said that."

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"How's my sister?" Narcissa asks softly, and for the first time, Sirius wonders if this is why she's truly here.

Sirius purses his lips. "Being a raging bitch in the other room. Why do you ask?"

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"A niece," Narcissa whispers, her breath hitching so quietly that he almost misses it. "Do I? What's her name?"

"Nymphadora," Sirius mumbles.

"Now why would she do that to that poor child?" Narcissa asks, shaking her head as she inhales again.

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"Hem-hem," Mayor Delores says, clearing her throat over and over until everyone looks at her. She gives Bellatrix a simpering smile. "Feet don't go on the table, dear."

"Forks usually don't go into eyeballs either, but I can make that happen, too," Bellatrix tells her, lifting one foot and dropping it back down to send a fork sailing up from the table through the air, which she snaps her hand out to grab.

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"Betrayal is betrayal is betrayal!" Regulus shouts, and he leans back into Sirius harshly as he kicks out with his leg. Sirius can hear Camilla's gasp as the kick lands.

"Betrayal?! You fucking dramatic little—"

"Me?! I'm dramatic?! You're dr—"

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Sirius bursts out, officially done with this shit, reaching the end of his rope.

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"Reggie, you never crack jokes or laugh at things."

"I—yes, I do. I…do. I have before."

"Name one time," Sirius says, lips twitching.

Regulus opens his mouth, then closes it, then frowns. He sits on that for a second, then says, "James thinks I'm funny."

"James is blinded by love, is what he is," Sirius tells him, clearly exasperated. "He is not an unbiased opinion."

"Before you volunteered," Regulus states finally, and Sirius blinks at him. "The first time, I mean. I know you don't really remember a lot of things from back then, but I—I would occasionally make jokes, and I did laugh a lot more."

Sirius clicks his tongue. "Well, that's tragic."

"Isn't it just?" Regulus agrees dryly.

"I bet you were shit at it even then."

"I wasn't. James laughed, and he didn't even like me before my fifteenth birthday."

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"First of all, I would be old and beautiful," Sirius states firmly, holding up a finger. "I am going to be sexy until the day I die, even if I could live until a hundred. Second of all, I will be at the wedding. In spirit. Have it at night under my star. Or just—I don't know, slap a picture of me on a chair and—"

"You're so stupid," Regulus interrupts, then swivels on the spot and stomps off, scowling as he goes.

"James, how do you put up with him?" Sirius groans from behind him. "The chair idea is a good idea, isn't it? You get it. See, now you have to. It's funny! It would be—"

"Stop talking to my fiancé!" Regulus snaps as he continues on, and Sirius doesn't, but he does lower his voice as he follows along, which will just have to do.

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"Well," Sirius wheezes, "I definitely won."

"What? No you didn't. You can't prove it," Regulus sputters instantly, which tells Sirius he did, in fact, win.

"Don't be a sore loser," Sirius teases, wrinkling his nose as he inspects his spear. It's covered in gunk. The creatures didn't seem to bleed, but they were very…goopy.

"What are you doing?" Regulus asks.

Sirius continues to pull off his bag, reaching inside to find the cloth he needs. "Cleaning my spear. It's disgusting."

"You have a bit of…" Regulus coughs and gestures to his own hair, then Sirius'.

"What?!" Sirius chokes out, instantly dropping his spear and cloth, hands flying up to his hair in horror.

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"Lily?" Dorcas asks tentatively, cringing at the background sound of something clattering, like metal on metal.

"Hi, Dorcas, a little busy here," Lily pants out. "We're, um."

"Problem?"

"What? No. Everything's f—hey! No, step away from the gatling gun! Barty, don't make me leave this cockpit!"

James straightens up. "Barty? Did—sorry, did she just say Barty? Is Barty there? He's alive?"

"Lily?" Dorcas tries again.

"We have this under control," Lily replies, and then there's a choked sob and the distant shout of we're all gonna die!

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Sirius hates it. He also chooses to ignore it, much like he's doing with the idea that James is captured here, too. "You're lying. How stupid do you think I am?"

"I need not lie, Sirius."

"Yeah, that's what liars say."

Riddle looks unimpressed with him all over again.

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Say the word and I'll run away with you," Sirius murmurs. "We'll abduct everyone we love and take to the seas. Throw them under the deck until we're too far away for them to swim back."

"We wouldn't have to do that to Regulus. He can't even swim."

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"Look me in the eye, then," Remus says. "Look at me when you break up with me."

Sirius peeks at him, then quickly looks away. He's chewing on his lip. "What does eye-contact have to do with a breakup? Is that, like, required? I've never dumped anyone before."

"Yes, I can tell," Remus replies dryly. "You're rather shit at it."

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"War doesn't, though," Marlene comments. "So, you know, time to fight and whatnot. Do you think we'll get matching outfits? We should color-coordinate."

Sirius snorts. "Now there's a thought. Could you imagine?"

"I'm thinking…" Marlene purses her lips. "Hm, yellow?"

"Ooh, I like yellow," Pandora says. "We'd smash it in yellow."

"No, it shows blood too well," Remus counters. "You definitely want to go with darker colors."

"Or red, to blend," Lily suggests, coughing around a laugh, doing her absolute best not to look at Remus with their shared sense of humor. She fails, and Remus grins at her.

"Black is a good war color," Sybill muses. "Like, matte black. Not glossy. Something hardy, kind of rough."

"Hear me out," Mary says, holding up her hands and spreading them like presenting a banner. "Orange."

"Or we could just all go in different colors and come at them like a rainbow," Dorcas says, lips curling up.

"Naked," Sirius declares. "We should go into war completely fucking nude. They wouldn't know what to do."

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"Bit far-fetched, that," Marlene muses. "I mean, we'll get old. Old people don't fuck."

Dorcas lifts her head, eyebrows raised. "Yes, they do."

"Nah," Marlene protests, waving a hand.

"Marlene, they absolutely do," Dorcas says through laughter, watching Marlene purse her lips. "People don't stop being people when they get older, you know. They continue living and such, and if they like sex, they have it."

"You mean to tell me that old people fuck?" Marlene asks, looking like this is the worst news she's heard all week. She looks horrified. "So, like, Dumbledore—"

"Gah!" Dorcas bursts out, flinching instinctively. "No! Why would you put that in my brain?!"

Marlene grimaces. "Sorry, but he's the oldest person I can think of. Alright, Minerva and Poppy, then?"

"Marlene!" Dorcas protests in horror.

"What?!"

"They're like—my adopted parents!"

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"I'm warning you, Tim," Regulus snaps, "if you touch me, you're going to die."

Tim doesn't listen to him, and five minutes later, Regulus is breaking Tim's hand and kicking not-Tim into a signpost before launching another not-Tim into the side of a car so hard that the window crunches and dents in with splintered glass from the impact of their body. Tim yells from his knees, fingers going in all the wrong directions, and Regulus is just about to snap his neck when a new not-Tim comes flying out of nowhere to tackle Regulus to the ground.

There's a scuffle. Regulus may or may not nearly rip someone's ear off. Either way, by the end, Regulus stands up to find many bodies of not-Tims littered all around him, while Tim himself is dead at Narcissa's feet. Look who finally showed back up.

Well, Regulus told Tim he'd die. No one ever listens to him. Maybe they should; he's starting to think he's some sort of prophet or something.

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"Baby? What baby? Who's baby?" Alecto asks as she dumps herself down at the table with a weary sigh, looking very, very tired. Burgundy and Belfast are fighting over Dora the second they arrive. "Gun, Bel, no hitting!"

"But Auntie! He's being stupid!" Burgundy shrieks.

"Dora likes me the most! Tell her, Auntie!" Belfast yells.

"Does not!"

"Does too!"

"Does not!"

"Does too!"

"Does—"

"Enough!" Alecto bursts out, slamming her hand down to the table and making Burgundy and Belfast shut up very quickly. Nymphadora looks like she's having the time of her life, but Alecto? Not so much. She breathes very, very carefully. "I know the concept is hard to grasp in your puny, developing brains, but you two can share Dora's company, and be her friend at the same time. Now, the next time one of you hits each other, I'm going to break your fingers. Got it?"

"Got it," Burgundy and Belfast mumble, hanging their heads, and five minutes later they're peacefully sharing Dora.

Alecto cradles her head between both hands, eyes sinking shut as she mutters, "I fucking hate kids."

"No!" Alecto blurts out. "No, don't do this to me. Please, for the sake of my sanity, don't have a baby."

"What does this have anything to do with you?" Narcissa asks.

Alecto groans and drops her head to the table, so Sirius helpfully answers, "Cissa, come on, she's obviously in love with you."

"That," Alecto mutters, pointing weakly at Sirius.

"And she hates kids," Sirius adds.

"Also that," Alecto agrees.

Narcissa considers her for a long moment, then says, "Well, you're very dear to me, you know this, but I want to be a mother, so either move on or settle in."

"Can I just spoil it with gifts and you handle the rest?"

"Well, I was planning to handle it all anyway, so sure."

Sirius snorts. "Yeah, okay, fair enough. I don't want anything that cunt owned anyway."

"Sirius!"

"What, Reggie? I'm just saying!"

"Well, maybe don't just say!"

"I can say what I like!"

"You shouldn't."

"But I can."

"But you shouldn't."

"But I can."

"But you shouldn't."

"But I—"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Alecto bursts out, slamming her way to her feet, making her chair and the table clatter

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

"Well, don't stand around, Remus. Let him in," Lyall says, clicking his tongue. "Been worried about him."

Me? Sirius mouths, looking mildly alarmed, and Remus chuckles as he reaches out to grab Sirius' arm and tug him inside. Sirius smiles at Lyall. "Hello, Mr—um. Sorry, Lyall."

"Nice to see you again, Sirius," Lyall greets, amused. "You seem well, all things considered. Are you well?"

"Well enough," Sirius says, "all things considered."

Lyall's lips twitch. "That's fair."

"You look well, too, sir," Sirius adds. "I'm glad you're not dead." Remus snorts the moment Sirius looks horrified by the words that just tumbled out of his mouth. "Sh—oot, sorry. I mean, it's true, but that's—there wasn't very much tact in how I said it, was there? Just—I'm glad you're okay. That's what—"

"Remus," Lyall cuts in, "are you sure you found him in the Hallow? Absolutely sure?"

"Actually," Remus corrects fondly, "he found me."

"Respectfully," Sirius says. "In a very respectful manner. I treat Remus with the utmost respect."

"This isn't true," Remus lies, and Sirius chokes, his head whipping towards him in disbelief. "Dad, he uses me for sexual favors and tells me he owns me."

"I do not!" Sirius bursts out, eyes bulging. "I have never—"

"He makes me do his laundry—"

"Remus!"

"I even cook for him—"

"You're literally a cook here! You cook for everyone."

Remus keeps his face perfectly neutral when he adds, "And he won't let me break up with him either."

"That was you!" Sirius yelps, his head swiveling to look at Lyall, whose shoulders are shaking. "Sir, he's—oh. You're laughing. You're—" He stops, then flicks his gaze between Remus and Lyall, and Remus finally breaks out into a grin. Sirius huffs. "Oh, for f—ah, that wasn't funny!"

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

"What?" Regulus mutters, scowling. "Look, I know that seems extreme, but it's important, alright? I'm always going to have it on me as a reminder, and because—honestly, as strange as it may be, that's a comfort to me." He pauses. "Well, not in bed, obviously. You don't have to worry about that."

James coughs. "Oh. Right. That's…great."

"Were you worried?" Regulus asks, frowning now, admittedly stung by the thought. "James, I'd never hurt you, especially not with a damn dagger."

"Never?" James asks weakly.

Regulus cards his fingers through his hair, trying to get his gaze to fall away from the dagger. "Never. I promise."

James bites his lip. "Not even if—"

"Never," Regulus cuts in, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at him, wanting to reassure him. "Never, James, not for any reason."

"Oh," James mumbles, wilting a little bit with what Regulus imagines is relief. "Um, yay for me, I…guess."

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

Sirius hums. "Yeah, exactly. We're okay. We will be. Come here, can we kiss and make up now?"

"Regulus and Remus are peering through the drapes, being nosy," James muses. "Mum, too."

"Ah, in that case," Sirius teases lightly, then makes a big show of throwing his arms around James very dramatically while pressing an over-the-top, smacking kiss to each of James' cheeks, winking at him as he pulls away. "There, now they'll know we're alright. Nothing to worry about."

James frowns. "Did they all know before me?"

Sirius freezes like a spooked horse, then coughs and tosses his arm over James' shoulders. "Say, let's head in, yeah? Come on, if we turn around really fast, we can make the others scramble all over themselves to get away from the window."

When he and Sirius swivel around in perfect sync, Regulus and Remus do, in fact, hastily jerk back from the window. Effie doesn't. She looks out at them, and she smiles.

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

"Sirius Black," Sirius greets, reaching out to shake Ken's hand, leaning in to wink and whisper, "but you knew that."

"I—yeah, hey, hi," Ken replies, stumbling over his words, so visibly flustered that Remus almost pities him. Almost.

"I'm sure you have a very good reason for being here, Low Bar, but—"

"Barlowe, actually, um—"

"Very low bar. I could trip over you," Sirius says, then laughs like that's not even the least bit insulting, and his laugh is so lovely and charming that Ken—poor Ken—laughs with him, as if the insult hasn't even registered to him. "Anyway, this can continue in just a moment, whatever reason you have to be here. Remus has to turn his attention to something more important, which is me."

Then, with that, Sirius twirls around and plucks the mug out of Remus' hands before smiling at him, warm and sweet, and reaching up to cradle his face tenderly, intimately, then kisses him

"A miracle. He called you a miracle, right in front of me! I'm standing right here! Hello? Can you see me? Am I invisible?" Sirius sputters, looking absolutely appalled.

Lyall immediately dissolves into laughter.

"I have killed people!" Sirius yelps. "I've killed so many people that I don't even know how many it's been, and he just—oh, I could have killed him so easily, what the fuck?!"

Lyall is wheezing.

"He's gifting you puppies and calling you a miracle—am I fucking joke to him?" Sirius demands. "Does he not know I can and will rip his tongue out of his head? I can do it! I—"

Lyall bangs his hand down on the table, gasping for air, laughing so hard he's in tears.

"Sirius," Remus says, biting down on the inside of cheek.

Nostrils flaring, Sirius fixes his gaze on Remus, lips pursing like he's tasting something sour. "He's trying to win you over. He comes with compliments and puppies—"

"It's not a competition—"

"He comes here and tries to act chummy with your dad—"

"I think he was just being polite—"

"Barlowe? Barlowe? What a pathetic name. Fucking low bar of a name and a low bar of a human being—"

"Well, that's not very polite—"

"Offering you puppies—"

"Sirius—"

"Calling you a miracle—"

"Sirius—"

"Addressing you by that stupid fucking nickname—"

Lyall is going to keel over here in a second, just from laughing so hard, and Remus is almost genuinely concerned for his health. He's an older man, quite out of breath, getting a bit red in the face. Huffing in fond exasperation, Remus reaches out to catch Sirius' arm and drag him out of the room.

"How dare he? Puppies?" Sirius hisses as Remus shuts the door behind them. "Remus, he brought puppies!"

"He did, yes," Remus agrees. Sirius looks absolutely enraged by this, which shouldn't be as hilarious as it is. "Obviously since he brought puppies, I now have to run off with him, as he is the superior gift-giver and has won my affections once more. That is all it takes for me. Puppies."

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

"What about us?"

"You know, what are we doing?"

"Perusing district six's market," Remus says lightly.

Sirius stops holding his hand, like a punishment. He crosses his arms. "You know that's not what I meant. Kids, Remus. We've never talked about it."

"We haven't talked about a lot of things," Remus replies.

"Other things aren't as…serious as this."

"Marriage isn't?"

"I don't think so," Sirius says slowly. "We'll get married, obviously."

Remus' eyebrows fly up. "Oh, will we?"

"Won't we?" Sirius asks, eyebrows furrowed. Remus stares at him, keeps staring at him, and Sirius thinks about it, thinks about it, thinks about— "Oh! Oh, I just—I went about that the wrong way, didn't I? Wait, scratch that. Pretend I never said it. I didn't say that. Who, me? No, never. Um."

"Sirius," Remus says, watching him look around with visible amusement, gaze soft.

Sirius snatches up a half-bent spoon for sale off the table, old and chipped, though the handle is intricately carved. He holds it up and says, "Okay, will you marry me?"

"What?" Remus wheezes, cracking up laughing immediately.

"It's—it's the first thing I grabbed—"

"You can't propose to me with a spoon—"

"Watch me," Sirius argues stubbornly, then goes to one knee, which makes Remus' eyes bulge, his laughter cutting out all at once. "Remus Lupin—"

"Sirius!" Remus hisses, hands darting out frantically to tug at his elbows, looking around furtively as people stare at them in blatant curiosity, his cheeks stained red. "You lunatic, you can't just—fuck's sake, are you mad?"

"I can't believe you're proposing to me with a spoon," Remus whispers.

"I, um, also can't believe I'm proposing to you with a spoon," Sirius admits sheepishly. "I may have—gotten ahead of myself. Sorry. You deserve way better, but like, I'm in this now. Sort of have to see it through, at this point."

Remus laughs, one of his hands lifting toward his mouth, fingers gently pressing against his own smile, like he wants to feel it. "You're a mess, you know that?"

When they break apart, Remus is grinning again, and Sirius leans in and bumps their noses together. He has never felt better than he does at this moment.

"Excuse me. Hey, excuse me," says the person working the stall they're next to. "You still have to pay for the spoon."

Sirius' expression falls flat, and Remus immediately erupts into laughter that he has to bury in Sirius' shoulder. Sirius cups the back of his head and turns a slow, deadly glare on the person daring to interrupt their moment. One look is all it takes. That look is all it takes.

They get the spoon for free.

"With a spoon?" Lily asks.

Remus huffs a laugh and nods. "With a damn spoon."

"Was it at least a nice spoon?"

"Worst spoon I've ever seen."

Lily purses her lips, then says, "I'll kill him."

"It was the most romantic thing that anyone's ever done for me," Remus tells her.

"Okay, resurrecting him," Lily amends

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feralforfrank · 2 years

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Hi!! Just wanted to start off by saying I love your writing. I enjoy it so much truly. Next I wanted to send in a request with one of the prompts you provided!

How about Rooster x reader with the dialogue prompt - "it's pitch black in here and I can see that you're blushing"

Much love ❣️❣️

drunk in love.

BRADLEY "ROOSTER' BRADSHAW X FEM!READER

cw reader has a hungover headache, thats it. FLUFF. NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.

a/n so many ppl wanted a part two!! so here you go!

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The first thing you notice when your eyes open is the head-splitting headache you have. You have to close them immediately, as the curtain's in the room weren't shut, meaning that sunlight found its way inside.

The next thing you notice feel is the heavy mass wrapped around your waist and the breathing on your neck that sends shivers down your spine.

Oh God, oh Lord. What happened last night?

The images come to you faster than you expected. Bradshaw—your extremely hot rival, who you definitely don't have a crush on—bringing you home—to his apartment?!—changing your clothes, and putting you to bed. And then you'd done the unimaginable. The only thing you feared more than your superiors. You'd slipped up, calling him to lay down with you and cuddle you.

Holy shit, I'm in Bradley Bradshaw's bed, wearing his shirt, my back touching his bare fucking chest and his arm wrapped around my waist. Holy fuck, holy shit, holy fucking cow poop.

What do I do now? Do I get up? Or do I fall back to sleep? Sleep does sound enticing, but you want to look at his face. Wow—what the fuck are you thinking? Okay. Maybe looking at him for a bit doesn't sound that bad.

You manage to turn slowly and gently to his side, your head tilting up to meet his handsome and peaceful face. It's a rare sight to see him this relaxed. With your job and the stress you're always under, everyone has permanent frowns etched on their faces.

You trace his face with your eyes, taking notes of the faded scar on his right temple, long eyelashes and the curve of his nose. Oh, his lips look so kissable—all pink and plump. Tone it down a bit, you stalker. You've never noticed how perfectly trimmed his pornstache was before now. You have to stop your hand from reaching to touch it, fearing that he'll wake up and find you in this compromising position.

A few serene moments pass, where you hear nothing but your heartbeat echoing in your ears. Your eyes are shut, and you're almost asleep when you feel Rooster move. You pretend to sleep, but your ears perk up, listening to Bradley's every movement.

He walks over to the window, shutting the heavy curtains. You can open your eyes now, for the room has been submerged in darkness. Rooster lays down again, his arm finding your waist again, pulling you impossibly close.

There's silence, and then there isn't. "I know you're awake."

God, his morning voice is so sexy. Jesus Christ, what am I thinking? Wait, did he just speak to me?

"Could feel you staring at me."

Your eyes open, and your breath hitches. God, you hoped he didn't hear that. But of course, he did. You're so close to each other, that he can probably feel your heart beating out of control.

You decide to play it off casually. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

He snorts softly. "Oh, please. It's pitch black in here, and I can see that you're blushing. Can practically feel the heat radiating from your cheeks."

The embarassment is eating you alive. Bradley knows you like him now, and he'll make fun of you for it for the rest of your life. There's no way he'll ever let this go. God, why did you have to turn around? Why couldn't you have fallen back to sleep? Or better yet, gotten up, dressed and run?

"I can practically hear the gears turning in there." You hear the smile on his tone. "I like you too. Thought it was obvious, but I guess not."

"What?"

"Go to sleep, pretty girl. I'll explain when you wake up."

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luvring · 1 year

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idk if ur reqs are open but I would love to hear your thoughts on Vere 👁️👁️ hes literally dominated my entire headspace I can’t go ten minutes w/o thinking ab how I want to bite his forearm

GENERAL VERE HCS

gn!reader | back 2 knocking these guys out of the park. also i realized these are shorter than my hq bf hcs so. if anyone wants a pt.2 for anybody.. u know what to do

i think u Should bite his arm. For Fun. vere w bite-y partner who he bites back. 'gently' considering he has fangs though

congratulations on being one of 2 people he'd let touch and brush his tail. sometimes he swishes it against your face and then pretends he didn't. "i have no idea what you're talking about," he says before making direct eye contact and doing it again

he likes drawing. ok. have we considered him drawing you. you ask him about it and he says he won't show you. you tease him and ask "what? did you draw sparkles and hearts surrounding me?" and he plays along, "yes, i even checked what i'd look like with your last name and drew us kissing."

It's actually quite a nice sketch of you though. like of you smiling or asleep or something because you fell aslep near him. oh man...

vere knows all the ins and outs of the city which means he can give you a personalized tour that caters to all your interests!! you can ask him to take you to his favourite spots too of course but he feels very accomplished watching you grin in the store he purposely walked by

shocked if you get him a gift. acts nonchalant and is good enough at accepting things but internally, especially if it's something he's been eyeing for a while or has sentimental value,, he . He....

like yeah okay vere...act all cool...as if your eyes don't flicker over whenever you walk past it...as if you don't catch yourself smiling subconsciously...whatever

definitely tries cooking your favourite meal. doesn't go very well, especially if it's something he's never had, but he'll keep practicing until he makes something decent. don't ask how many attempts he did because he won't tell you unless he somehow started a fire and even Then the truth is debatable

if YOU know how to cook it Please for the love of god teach him, or write down the recipe for both your sakes. for the kitchen. plea

everyone tells him/the both of you to shut the hell up whenever you start flirting back and forth/competing to see how many innuendos you can feasibly say. the both of you team up only to bully everyone else for being single before continuing

asshole if you played uno. i'm not competitive nor do i give two shits if i lose at uno but even i would lose it watching vere push for whatever stacking rule he needs to get someone a +20. watch your cards or he'll manage to look over at them. do not trust a single deal he tries. watch his ears and tail i'm sure he has a tell

really good at helping build confidence . what ais said about him being honest but also not trusting anything he says yeah well this is when he'd be completely honest. easily reminds you how capable you are of something, knows what makes you confident, etc etc. and you just ? know you can trust him? it's the vibe. how he says it so plainly as if it's obvious

don't try to lie to him about things. like if you're upset about something it is So obvious to him no matter how hard you try and he'd really appreciate it if you would tell him why or ask to talk about it later when you're ready.

^ as someone who wants to piss her pants at the thought of being direct or whatever,, he'd also be very good at knowing when to push or not. if you respond better to a lighter/gentle reminder i'm sure he would do so :heart:

i have a feeling this guy would be incredibly incredibly incredibly into you asking to post him on any socmed. do you want his face in it. do you want it to be a little spicy. should he pose. actually he probably pouts a little if you want a faceless pose but bro why does it matter if there is not a cm of space between us. why is your hand around my neck rn /lh You know the poses

#touchstarved game #touchstarved vere #vere x reader #🧾nia.answers #<3 anon #he is so rime to me. aw man #nia + touchstarved

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mamawasatesttube · 9 months

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what would u say it takes for a fic to get kon's tone correctly? or like. what things do u feel make the tone Wrong? (if u can put it into words ik this is a very vague question LMAO)

so in essence you are asking me to distill kon as a character. i will attempt to do this, but preemptively be warned i will likely be rambling.

there are a few things about kon that always stand out to me. i draw a lot on sb94 for his overall character, with sb11 and adventure comics to guide his character arc. to me, he is, in no particular order:

incredibly smart

but exceedingly hard on himself,

and prone to self-deprecation.

silly and goofy! a geek-ass loser!!

full of joie de vivre!

deeply, deeply passively suicidal.

quick to anger (mostly when younger)

but even quicker to cool off and apologize if necessary.

too quick, even. very forgiving of anything done to him, no matter how fucked up, if he thinks the person is genuinely sorry.

kind. kind. kind. kind. he wants to believe in everyone.

prone to naivety, because of it. (again, especially when younger.)

ready and willing to destroy himself if it helps someone else even a little bit. a bleeding heart that maybe bleeds too much.

deeply, deeply caring. about everyone. especially the folks nobody else really cares about.

pretty introspective (post-death and resurrection).

passionate. he does not do anything by halves.

haha silly!!! jokester!!! star trek time!!! wahoo!!!

so as you can see, he is a character built on contradiction. he loves life, but he's been suicidal since day one. he's a lot smarter than anyone, including himself, gives him credit for - he might not be the best strategist out there, but his creativity and ability to think on his feet are phenomenal! he's deeply kind to the core and yet worries about who he is, because he can't see himself how anyone else does. i could go on. it's about the contradictions - the kontrast, if you will.

in terms of fic writing, character voice, and tone: imagine a boy in the basement of a fucked up science lab surrounded by the frozen-in-stasis corpses of his twelve would-be brothers, the clones before him that didn't pan out. he is white-knuckling his gloves. he is repeating to himself, but i stay silly :3!! but i stay silly :3!! but i stay silly :3!! but i stay--

this, too, is about the kontrast. denial and humor are his best friends and his favorite coping mechanisms.

to me, i guess a fic gets kon right if it understands he is an unreliable fucking narrator. he's incredibly repressed. he just denies it all and pretends he's fine because he can joke it off. he stays silly!! X3!! but he's a genuinely sweet and thoughtful guy. he does all the farm chores for ma kent without being asked, loves his dog, has nightwing merch (a zine, specifically, from the looks of it) in his room, and physically is incapable of shutting up about star trek. he's a geek. he's silly. he's loving. he's deeply sad. he's a walking talking identity crisis.

also wrt fic writing. i mean i know saying this is a lost cause because anyone bothering to read a long post about kon isn't the kind of person writing fics that don't actually treat him as his own character, but. he is not fucking scared of bruce wayne oh my god. i will forever yell about these pages from sb94 #85 aka what might be my fav issue in the entire run:

he doesn't stand for anyone being unjust, even if it's his bestie's mentor who he respects a lot!! even if he's a little nervous he tells bruce off and demands better from him!!! (granted, i also think this is some of my least favorite bruce writing ever - i don't like him sounding like a kkk manifesto someone hit find and replace on when he talks about metas, and i don't for the life of me understand why so many of his "fans" continue to eat that up and then shit it out in the year 2023, but that's getting off topic.)

ALSO. HE LOVES AND RESPECTS CLARK SO FUCKING MUCH. that's another thing fics get wrong. he does NOT resent clark for "not being around" and he does NOT tolerate anyone talking shit about him!! clark is his favorite guy. he idolizes him!! yes, he's sometimes sad about wanting to be closer to him, but never communicates this (and, again, this is also an editorial mandate). if kon was going to blame anyone for their relationship not being what he wants it to be, IT IS HIMSELF!!!! he does this literally on page in sb94, when he finds out clark has a secret identity and isn't superman all the time. he blames himself for not being someone superman would have wanted to confide in sooner. he is REALLY GOOD at blaming himself for things. he would never in his LIFE blame clark.

in conclusion. please enjoy this incredibly roumd krypto snoozing next to him in lena luthor's house. thank you for your time ♥

#answers #boudicca #god i could keep going i really could i didnt even touch on his actual character arc from baby -> post sb11 #or on my opinion on the way to handle the lex retcon in a way thats actually in character #but my right hand is starting to go numb again so i think i need to stop for the sake of it not hurting too bad #and i guess i have already made other posts on those ... somewhere #rambles #kon

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pyrpaw · 1 month

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I'm a terrible person!

in which... (name) is guilty and can't handle it

(contents: gn reader, these are like rlly specific, lots of mention of death and kinda graphic description of a new chick dying, we're gonna pretend that Epel has livestock of some sort)

Leona Kingscholar

Leona had noticed that you always would try and treat Injured animals, no matter the severity or how aggressive they were

only bad part, you would close yourself off from everyone for a solid week if one of said animals died

everyone always assumed you were just sensitive, Including Leona, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't try and comfort you when you were openly upset

so it sure was a shock when you revealed some of your true feelings while absentmindedly staring up at the cloud above both of yours lying figures

"Leona... do you ever feel like you could've done better?"

Leona didn't respond, only sparing a slight glance at you as he assumed you were commenting on his 'lazy' behavior

"I always feel like I could've... every time I can't save an animal I always get reminded of my old birds..."

that got his attention, his ear twitched towards you as he kept his eyes shut, only sparking the conversation by saying "how come"

"... I grew up with lots of animals, and sometimes our chickens and ducks would get attacked... I remember very well that the first duck i tried to save had died because no one noticed his injuries until too late"

you looked up at the sky, not caring to notice the lion beastman that was now looking at you

"I always feel like I could have saved him.. I feel like it was my fault he died..."

before you could continue with your quiet mumbling, Leona grabbed your arm and hoisted you over to him

"birds are delicate, I think you even trying to save it was more admirable then anyone else would do"

looking over at the man hugging you with closed eyes, you stared with a conflicted expression for a moment before getting slightly watery eyes and looking back up again the sky

"... yeah.. that may be true"

Epel Felmeir

growing up on a farm had a little of difficulties no one mentions, especially when you have to deal with livestock or pets passing away

even worse, when you have to do it yourself

you'd been out of it the whole day, zoning out, giving short replies, and just acting weird in general

so Epel, being a good "best friend" decided to go barge into ramshackle after school and see why you were upset, but once he got there he was met with you opening the door while tears streamed down your face

he immediately grew concerned and stepped in, urging you to tell him what happened, and after a good few minutes you finally cracked

"I just... I can't ever forget hearing the sound of a newly hatched chick's neck break"

you sobbing while holding your knees to your chest while on your bed, but the statement you'd made led Epel to even confusion and questions

"... what... happened?"

"he... he was getting eaten by bugs... alive.. he wasn't strong enough to hatch all the way-and i-... i-... I had to be the one to stop it....i was just 13"

that made Epel eyes widen even more as you cried

Epel wasn't one shy to anything brutal, he's had to deal with his own livestock dying in front of him, but none of it seemed as gruesome as what you'd seen as a younger teen

he may not be great at comforting people but he knew you, and knew your thought process

"yeah... but... he ain't in pain anymore because of you"

and with that comment you looked up from your knees, tears streaming down as you nodded while looking down, you knew he was right, but it was still rough

"... I know"

that's all I could think of <3

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #epel felmier x reader

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he4rts4alexis · 9 months

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Can I request a Stan Marsh smut where reader got caught skipping class and got put in detention with stan

Detention

Pairing: best friend!Stan Marsh best friend!fem Reader

Warnings: profanity, smut and angst

I got a little into it I LOVE STAN S LIL TO MUCH🤤

You understood your relationship with Stan very well. You were nothing more than a best friend the best friend who he'd fuck if he was having a hard day or the best friend he'd fuck if one of his other girls cancelled on him. Some nights he would tell you he loves you and other nights he would go hook up with random girls but you were tired of it.

You were tired of chasing him you were in love with him. You were definitely aware of that fact, even some of those around you were aware

He considered you his best friend you were always there when he needed you. You always let him talk about his girl problems or sex life. He also might be one of the top students in your college class, but he wasn't smart enough to see the signs and maybe to blind to see his own feelings. Everyone has a breaking point, and maybe you were reaching yours. You looked up at him through your eyelashes. He wasn't even looking down at you, his hand was just tangled with your hair as he fucked your throat. You don't know why you come back after you tell yourself not to. Time and time again you told yourself to stay away, but you always go running back. Maybe it's because of this little delusion you had created in your mind. The one where he loves you back the way you love him. The one where he means his 'I love you's'. The one where he doesn't have to complain about other girls, or have hook ups, because he already has you. But then again it was just a delusion.

You heard him talk, every once ina while being interrupted with a quiet groan or a whispered "fuck". he was going on about how his ex was liking all of his posts and how she swiped up on his instagram story. You were right there in front of him, you were the one making him feel good, yet he was still thinking and talking about someone else. Why?There was only so much you could take. You felt your jaw begin to ache from the stretch, and your throat was beginning to feel raw. Jeesh, how long has he been going at it? You don't know. You didn't even notice when the tears that had been pent up began to stream freely down your face. He finally looked down at you with a smirk, his thumb wiping away the tears. The lumnp that had formed in your throat made it harder for you to breathe, and before you knew it, you were pushing away. Coughing, sobbing, chest heaving as all the feelings you had pushed to the side had finally tumbled down on you. "Y/n-" "Don't." You put a hand out, gesturing to him not to come closer, "Im fine. i just

remembered that I had an assignment that's

due tonight," "Oh, alright," moving on, "Oh, do you think you can make it movie night tomorrow?" He asked, tucking away his still erect cock back into his sweats, he'd probably call someone later about that. You wiped your tears as you stood up. You winced as your legs cramped from having stayed in the same position for who knows how long. You nodded. You sniffled as you made your way to the exit. You swore you heard him say bye, but you didn't hesitate to shut the door. You cried on the way back to your apartment. You didn't really know if you would make it to movie night tomorrow. Pretending everything was alright felt like

detention. You were like a child being punished for

something you did. The "Something you did,", being in love with

your best friend.

edited: IM JUST NOW READING IT REALIZING IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH DENTITION BRO IM SO SORRY 😭😭

#alexis 💕#south park #sp stan #stan marsh x you #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #southpark x reader #south park x you #south park x y/n #south park x reader #south park fanfiction #south park imagines

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mgc02 · 3 months

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Hi! Request here!

Could you do a reaction fic with the hotel ensemble or the overlords to a reader who, while an argument or something was going on about the new extermination schedule, just nonchalantly drops this bombshell.

“Ugh, this is just so like heaven! I mean, I pulled stunts for years trying to get kicked out of there and all it took was (insert wimpy reason)? They’re so damn fickle! It’s just, hello, you can deal with me graffitiing porn of myself all over heaven but that’s what gets their goat?”

Thank you! I hope you have fun with it!

Lol that would be interesting

Warning major spoilers for episodes 5 and 6!!!

Cw: mentions of drugs, mention of sex, mention of blackmail, and swearing

Reader accidentally reveals their a fallen angel

Hazbin hotel reactions

Charlie 👑❤️

would be really curious wanting to bombard you with questions

Why would you want leave heaven?

What's it really like?

What good things did you do in life?

Why did you get kicked out for something so small?

Of course if this makes you uncomfortable just say so. She'll try to respect that but it's difficult for her to resist since it's heaven she's been trying to get through to

She'd love for you to help her redeem souls and teach them to be good since you actually made it into heaven

But she'd keep your secret if that's what you wanted

Vaggie 😇

would be shocked that guys have so much in common

She would be a little apprehensive at first because of her trust issues. The last time she saw another Angel things did not end well

But you guys would be bonding in no time. She'd be glad to have someone who knows a little bit of what she went through and understands what heaven is really like.

Although you got kicked out on purpose and she didn't, she doesn't regret the choices she made and you guys definitely are on the same page

She'd keep your secret as long as you'd keep hers

Husker 🐱♣️♦️♥️♠️

To be honest he's the bartender he probably already knew because you got drunk and told him already

And you don't remember so you're confused as to why he's not surprised

If it is news to him he's probably chill about it. Might make fun of you for the dumb reason you got kicked out but he'll offer you a drink

He would probably keep it a secret

Angel 🩷🕷

He would be surprised as anyone would but afterwards he'd have questions

What's hell like?

How much crack would I get away with?

How much fucking would I get away with?

Is there jobs for porn stars in hell?

He just wants to know what his life would be like up there

And honestly he pretends like he's cracking jokes but he is actually interested in learning more

He would definitely tease you about what you said. Something that small and stupid? And you did way WORSE things? All to get yourself sent to hell

He wouldn't take much convincing to keep it a secret for you though. Especially if you guys are friends

Sir pentious 🐍

might just think you're joking but if he realizes your not he might ask you how powerful you are.

He wouldn't likely try to use the information against you but he's not the best at keeping secrets so expect the entire hotel to know within a day

He might even try to keep his mouth shut but he never has any gossip and he feels left out sometimes

Niffty 🔥🔪

"Are there bad boys in heaven?" She says before getting distracted and running off before you answer

You start to think she literally forgot when all of a sudden she casually brings it up in front of everyone

She's a sweet chaotic gremlin but she has no discretion

Alastor 🦌🥩

He would be surprised but super good at hiding it. He'd probably act like he thinks it's hilarious

"You ended up here for what?"

"And you were trying to get kicked out?"

"Oh, that's just sad!" He would laugh at you

He'd be curious about how powerful you are and maybe observe you in secret just to see. And if you have power he'd probably try to make deal with you

Keep your secret though? Let's be realistic he'd blackmail you

#hazbin hotel #hazbin headcanons #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angel dust #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin vaggie #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel vaggie #charlie hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie #hazbin niffty #hazbin hotel niffty #sir pentious #vivziepop

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jaozendry · 1 year

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"Loving you is hard sometimes": PART 2

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Bat Family!Reader

Reader: Gender Neutral, has been part of the Bat Family for a while.

TAGS: @aesthxticneko

PART 1

Type: Mild-angst

Warnings: swearing, blood, wounds

OTHER CHARACTERS: Dick Grayson

Summary: The both of you have been avoiding each other for a few weeks now. One day, Damian confronts you and challenges you to a "friendly" one-on-one. Due to his anger issues, Damian accidentally harms you badly. After recovery, Dick decides to make the both of you attend therapy.

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"So, who would like to start?" a blonde woman asks after taking a pen and opening her notebook. Damian sits across from you, crossing his arms. An awkward silence occurs for a few seconds. "Why do you think you're here?" she asks again. Damian turns to you, waiting for a response. "Well, I guess I'll start." you sigh, attempting to break the ice. "Well, I think we're here because of some issues the two of us have been having... with each other." you explain awkwardly while Damian stares at you weirdly. "Would you like to describe what those issues are?" the therapist asks, turning her attention towards your friend. He remains silent. "This is a safe place, Damian. We are here to help you resolve your problems." the woman explains. You look at your friend, crossing your arms as well. He looks back at you and rolls his eyes. "This is a waste of time." he grumbles. The woman sighs and goes through her notes.

"Well, Mr. Grayson filled me in a little about what happened during the last few weeks." she adds. "The two of you have stopped talking after a mission and after training, Y/N was found on the floor, bleeding, with a wound to the stomach." Damian immediately looks at the ground. "Would any one of you fill me in on what happened on the mission first?" Damian patiently waits for your answer once again. "I tried helping him out during the mission and he just wouldn't accept it, I guess. He says he doesn't need help with anything when he clearly does. I mean, he almost died on that mission before I intervened." The lady nods her head while listening to you and taking notes. "And, in the Batfamily, we do everything to help him out and he pretends like nothing ever happened. I guess I just had enough of his bullshit."

The therapist finishes writing her notes. "I see." she says. "How does that negligence affect you?" she asks you. "I guess it hurts me because he just doesn't notice the efforts I do for him, or anyone's, really." Damian finally speaks up: "Shut up! I do notice your efforts. They're just... unnecessary." he declares while looking at the floor. "I don't need any help. At all. Just accept it." You turn to him in disbelief. "Can you just accept that you do need help?!" you finally snap. "I've been pouring my heart out for you all these years and all I get in return is shit! You may be the grandson of Ra's al Ghul or even the son of Batman, but you're not invincible! Batman needs help, Ra's al Ghul needs help, everyone needs help! You just accept it!"

Damian rolls his eyes. "God, you're insufferable." he grumbles. You turn back to the therapist, fuming. She has a shocked expression on her face. "Well... I think it's better for all of us if we just end it here for today."

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"So, how'd it go?" Dick asks you while driving. "Terrible." you reply. "He can be a real pain in the ass sometimes." Dick laughs. "Yeah, true." he chuckles. You look at the window. "Does it still hurt?" Dick asks. "What? The wound or my feelings?" you ask him, still looking at the window. "The wound." he replies. "And also, can I ask what even happened in there? A nasty wound like that doesn't just grow overnight." You sigh. "Well, he wanted to spar after a few weeks of not talking. I went easy on him, but I guess he didn't. I don't know, kid has a lot of unresolved anger issues." You turn to Dick, tears in your eyes. "I can't take it anymore, Dick." You lean on your arm. "Am I doing something wrong?" Dick turns to you. "No, you aren't. Damian's just a little asshole sometimes." You wipe away your tears.

"God, why am I still in love with him?"

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deadgit · 15 days

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Okay, here's the post I promised based on @ocean--grey 's poll! So if anyone randomly finds this and is confused, the poll was a question about who makes Lister feel the worst about himself: Low Lister, Sebastian Doyle, or the brain-in-a-jar from "Out of Time." I went tag crazy in my reblog, and this is just what didn't fit 🤣

So, Lister was ganged up on and victimized by all of the Lows in a scene that has to have been one of the most disturbing things that ever happened to him. But one small, probably unintentional detail that I'm going to emphasize is this: all of the Lows were working together, and reasonably well. They all teamed up against him, a solid team, 4 against 1.

And so, I find it FASCINATING that this episode directly follows "Terrorform" and "Quarantine," two episodes that heavily emphasize the everyone vs Rimmer dynamic.

Social patterns can be brutal. At the end of the day, there's very little that makes people feel more together than disliking the same person, especially if they can feel justified about it. And Rimmer is extremely easy to dislike, justifiably.

But unlike Cat and Kryten, who have fairly simple relationships with Rimmer (they know they need him there, and he has a couple redeeming qualities, but they genuinely dislike him), Lister actually sees Rimmer as a human being, with feelings that matter. He wouldn't have chosen to have this guy play a huge role in his life, but he does care about him.

And, sometimes, he treats Rimmer terribly.

It's usually not just him. It's him, the Cat, and Kryten playing off of each other, having Rimmer be the odd-man-out. And he gives as good as he gets, so it probably feels fine, mostly. You can't say that Rimmer doesn't deserve to have his own terrible actions thrown into his face, now and then.

Rimmer was exhibiting some horrid behavior in "Quarantine." His treatment of the rest of the crew before the virus set in was vindictive and petty in really destructive ways. But it was also a direct reaction to his peers talking about shutting him down. (Notably, this was right after an episode where they all pretended to like him, then threw it back in his face.) He probably saw that as a genuine threat to his life, and responded to it the way he's been conditioned to, since he was a kid: weaponize rules, use every scrap of power you have, no one else will help you.

Lister has come to understand Rimmer pretty well by this point in the show. He understands that "the wrong parents" doesn't just mean that Rimmer is ambitious and vain; he knows the guy survived some genuine, serious abuse. (Notably, he's the only character who looked disturbed at Rimmer's Uncle Frank story. Even Rimmer didn't recognize how messed up that was.) Everyone has seen Rimmer at his worst, but Lister has seen him at some of his best, like in "Marooned" when he waxes poetic about friendship and sacrifice, and wants to mirror what he saw as an act of selflessness. Lister knows how badly Rimmer craves acceptance and respect, and knows that he's actually capable of being decent under the right circumstances.

But he doesn't exactly keep that knowledge at the front of his mind. Very understandable, when your bunkmate, say, locks everyone in a room for weeks without entertainment or decent food. And it's especially easy to forget about when you're with two other people who can't stand the guy.

But I think sometimes, when the others aren't there, he remembers that Rimmer is a very miserable, lonely person, who faces almost constant antagonism from everybody in his life. He brings it on himself, but I don't think Lister wants to be a person who enjoys teaming up with his buddies to pick on the group misfit.

And yet, in series 4 and 5 especially, he kinda IS that person.

And I can't help but wonder if his treatment at the hands of the Low crew (ganged up on, having his autonomy taken away, being bombarded with everything he hates about himself) wasn't, in part, a reflection of the way he feels about all that subconsciously.

#it's late so i hope this makes sense 😅#i think that series 10-promised land lister has finally found a good balance of ribbing the guy while watching out for him #which i love sooooooo much you have no idea #please don't read this as ''lister is mean to rimmer! bad lister poor rimmer!''#it's just musing about the cognitive dissonance of knowing that someone's behavior comes from deep hurt #but not being able to stop yourself from responding to it (particularly in a group dynamic)#which imo makes lister SUCH an interesting character

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This would be the first Valentine's Day since... Whatever it was, between the two of them had started.

Steve knew Valentine's Day, or at least, he thought he did. He knew how to buy the flowers and chocolate and a pretty piece of dainty jewelry. But he had a feeling Billy wouldn't overly appreciate those. He and Billy weren't even dating. They were just casually sleeping together (exclusively, Steve's treacherous mind would add).

It wasn't like they went on dates or anything. Sure they hung out together at the quarry or at Steve's house all the time and had a set schedule where they hung out on Fridays after basketball practice because Billy could usually sleep over or go home late without his dad bitching at him. But they weren't dates, they were just hanging out.

So suffice it to say, Steve was stumped. Did he acknowledge the fact that Valentine's Day fell on their Friday? Or did he just pretend to be unaware and act as though it was a regular Friday? Did he buy Billy a gift? Wear something sexy? He had no fucking clue and it was driving him insane.

Billy has never been in love on Valentine's Day before. But that was before he met the whirlwind that was Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington who remembered his favourite flavour (strawberry), his favourite band (Metallica), his biggest pet peeve (loud chewing), and just about every other thing about him.

Billy had been "dating" some girls before during Valentine's Day, and he'd usually just gotten them flowers and eaten them out if that. But for Steve, he knew he needed to do the best he could. Because Steve was a fucking sappy romantic even though he claimed he wasn't. He loved all that romance shit. He was determined to woo his boyfriend, no matter what. To make things better, Valentine's Day fell on their weekly Friday date meaning he'd be able to stay overnight.

("Your mother and I are going to Indianapolis for Valentine's Day, we'll be gone until Tuesday." Niel had said, giving Billy a critical eye. "No funny business, you hear? You're babysitting your sister, no parties. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir." Billy had responded automatically. With Niel gone until the following Tuesday, he could spend the whole weekend with Steve. Max had already arranged to stay with the Chief and his daughter El for the time.)

Friday started normally as usual. Everyone knew Steve and Billy were good friends now, so it wasn't weird for Billy to be at Steve's locker in the morning.

When Steve opens his locker, he's shocked when he found a red rose, a pansy, a sunflower and a white lily sitting there primly in a small vase. There was no note attached, but Steve glanced over at Billy who was leaning against the lockers next to him, smirking a bit.

"Looks like someone's got a secret admirer, Harrington." Billy teased, but Steve could see the apprehension in his gaze.

Steve laughed but held the flowers close to his chest for a brief moment before returning them to his locker for safekeeping. "Shut up, Hargrove, you're just bitter no one left anything in your locker."

Billy set his backpack down before pulling out a handful of Valentine's cards. "Doesn't look like nothing to me, pretty boy."

Steve rolled his eyes but felt himself begin to panic. He did have something for Billy, but it was back at his house, hiding under his bed until he decided whether or not to give it to him.

Throughout the day, Steve kept finding little gifts. A bag of his favourite candy on his desk in English, a new scarf in his gym locker, and a six-pack of the fancy import beer he loved in the front seat of his car after lunch.

Billy watched Steve find these gifts, feeling proud of himself, but as the day went on and no hint of anything from Steve, he was beginning to worry. Had he done too much? Maybe Steve didn't even want to celebrate Valentine's Day with Billy. Maybe he thought it was a chick's holiday.

As the end of basketball came to a finish, Billy was feeling jittery. The anxiety clawed at his insides as he watched Steve make a free throw and score the winning point for their team.

As they filed out of the locker rooms, Billy could feel the burning weight of the small box in the pocket of his jacket. He kept telling himself that gifts didn't really matter, or maybe Steve wanted to give it to him in private. He knew Steve cared about him... Right?

Billy had to drive Max back home and then to the Chief's place before heading over to Steve's, so they split in the parking lot.

"Why are you so tense?" Max asked as soon as Billy peeled out of the parking lot.

"None of your business, shitbird." Billy groused, pressing a little harder on the gas than necessary as the light turned green.

"Jesus Christ, Billy!" Max snapped as the car jerked forward roughly. "Just try not to kill us on the way home. "

Billy ignored her and instead turned the radio up louder, ignoring her for the rest of the ride home.

They both jumped out of the car to change out of their school clothes and grab their packed bags. Getting back into the Camaro Billy took a moment and just stared at the steering wheel.

"Uh, any day now, dumbass," Max said, snapping her fingers in front of Billy's face to gain his attention.

Billy snapped at the fingers with his teeth making Max screech and smack him on the nose like a bad dog.

"Fucking Christ, Maxine!" Billy swore, rearing back from the smack. "What's the matter with you?"

"What's the matter with you?" She shot back, glaring at her brother.

Billy groaned and ran his hands down his face. "What, what does it mean when you get someone a bunch of gifts for Valentine's Day, and they maybe don't get you anything?" As soon as he asked, he regretted it.

Max knew about him and Steve and it was an unspoken rule that they never talked about it.

Max raised an eyebrow. "It's not even the end of the day, aren't you going to his house after you drop me off?"

Billy shrugged stiffly, turning the Camaro on. "I guess."

Max rolled her eyes. "Steve has a gift for you. I'd bet my skateboard on it. He's like, sickeningly in love with you."

Billy reached out to flick her forehead. "Shuddup." He grumbled, the closet he'd say to thank you.

"Go fuck yourself," Max responded, grinning wildly.

After dropping Max off, Billy drove, a bit slower than usual, towards Steve's house. He figured he'd have to suck it up and go in at some point, so he parked a few blocks over like always and made his way to the Harrington house.

He knocked on the door and heard the rapid steps as Steve ran to open the door.

When the door opened, Steve looked flushed. He'd changed into a soft blue sweater and a pair of dark pants. Billy felt that familiar flutter in his chest as he took in his boyfriend. Unfortunately, the reminder of what was in his pocket made the flutters turn sour.

"Hey," Steve said smiling softly. "Come in, everything's always ready."

Steve waited until the door was firmly shut before sliding into Billy's space, pressing a warm kiss to Billy's lips.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Sunflower," Steve whispered, eyes shining as he looked at Billy.

"Happy Valentine's Day, princess," Billy responded, his anxieties slipping away as Steve held him.

"I can't believe all the gifts you got me," Steve said as he pulled Billy toward the kitchen where something was clearly cooking.

Billy huffed a laugh. "What, didn't expect any flowers today, Harrington?"

Steve flushed, moving to the fridge to grab two of the beers Billy had gifted him earlier that day. "I didn't expect anything, honestly." He said softly. It wasn't malicious but Billy still felt stung a bit by the words.

"What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn't get you something for Valentine's Day?"

Steve stopped dead in his tracks, turning to blink owlishly at Billy, beers in hand.

"Boyfriend?"

Billy's blood ran cold.

Of course, Steve didn't think they were dating. Why would Steve ever date Billy? God, he wanted to punch himself. Steve was obviously just curious about men and Billy was the only queer in town.

Without saying anything, Billy turned on his heel and walked towards the door, feeling like his world had just crumbled around him.

"Billy, wait!"

Billy ignored Steve's calls as he roughly pulled on his boots, struggling a bit due to the shaking of his hands. Whether it was from anger or sadness he didn't know.

Steve caught him quickly, grabbing his arm gently.

"Billy, where are you going?" Steve's voice sounded desperate, and Billy ached to turn to face him, but he feared he'd break into tears if he looked at Steve again.

"Let me go, Harrington." He said lowly.

"No," Steve said stubbornly, tightening his grip on Billy's arm. "I was just shocked, it wasn't a bad reaction! I thought it was just casual! Friends with benefits type of deal!"

Billy finally whipped around to glare at Steve, yanking his arm from the others grasp.

"6 months." He seethed. "6 months two weeks and three days of us being exclusive and you thought that was fucking casual?" His hands were curled in tight fists at his side as he glared at Steve.

Steve looked at Billy shocked, he hadn't seen him so mad in so long.

"You never said anything!" Steve argued, arms flailing. "How was I supposed to know!?"

"All the gifts didn't clue you in?" Billy snapped. "We have a weekly fucking date every Friday!"

"I didn't know they were dates! I thought we were just hanging out!" Steve replied, feeling more and more stupid as the conversation went on. How had he not noticed that they were dating?

"Whatever. I clearly thought you like me more than you do. That should've been obvious from the difference between gifts today." Billy said, turning to leave, hoping Steve didn't notice the tears in his eyes.

"No wait, please! I do, just. Wait here, okay? Two minutes. I can prove it to you, okay? Please, Sunflower. Two minutes." Steve begged.

Billy groaned but stopped trying to leave, but he didn't turn around.

"Two minutes, Harrington. And then I'm gone."

Steve nodded even though Billy couldn't see him and raced upstairs, grabbing the box from under his bed and the flowers he'd picked up after school. He raced back downstairs, breathing a sigh of relief when Billy was still there.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Billy," Steve said softly, holding out the box for Billy to take.

The blond turned and took the box, not meeting Steve's eyes as he opened it. Inside were a handful of things. The first thing was a key on a surfboard keychain.

"To the house, so you can stop knocking all the time." Steve mumbles. "Or if I'm not home and you just need to be somewhere else."

Next was a small polaroid. It was from a party a month or so ago. It was obviously taken by Jonathan. Billy and Steve were both a little drunk and a little high so their inhibitions had been lowered. Steve was draped over Billy's lap, laughing as he spoke to Robin out of frame. Billy was looking at Steve so clearly in love, with a possessive arm around his middle.

"I know you can't really keep it in your room, I thought you could put in the Camaro or something if you wanted," Steve added as Billy held the picture delicately in his hand.

The last thing in the box was a postcard. It featured a beautiful drawing of the ocean with Welcome To California written in a loopy font above it, clearly Steve's own work.

"Turn it around." Steve urged softly.

Billy did as he was told and found a message on the back.

Happy Valentine's Day, Sunflower.

Thank you for the best six months of my life. I love you more than anything. My only wish this Valentine's Day is for you to be my boyfriend, officially. What do you say, tiger?

Love,

Your Steve.

P.S check under the lid of the box.

Billy didn't even bother looking at the bottom of the box before he was sweeping Steve into his arms, kissing him soundly.

"Yeah, I'll keep being your boyfriend, dummy." He said, grinning like a madman.

Relief flowed through Steve as he laughed brightly. "Thank god, at least now I can enjoy it properly."

Billy grinned salaciously. "Well, why don't we enjoy something else now?" He suggested, waggling his eyebrows. "Anything in the kitchen gonna burn?"

Steve shook his head and grinned. "Nope."

"Perfect." Billy grabbed Steve's hand with one hand and his box with the other as he pulled his beautiful, oblivious boyfriend upstairs toward his bedroom.

Later that night, as the two lay in bed, basking in the afterglow of yet another round, Steve suddenly remembered something.

"Did you ever look under the lid of the box?"

Billy shook his head. "No, I forgot. Pass it to me, will ya?"

Steve grabbed the box from the nightstand and handed it to Billy who looked under the lid. Steve grinned as Billy's mouth dropped open.

"ARE THESE METALLICA TICKETS?"

Steve grinned. “Maybe.” He drawled, smiling at his boyfriend's reaction.

Billy dropped the tickets to capture Steve’s face in his hands, kissing him softly but with so much fucking love Steve thought he was gonna burst.

“Fuck. I love you so much, Stevie. This is gonna be fucking awesome!” Billy said, smile shining brighter than the sun. Suddenly his face dropped and Steve feared he’d done something wrong. Before he could ask, Billy was off the bed and rummaging in his jacket before pulling the small box from his jacket pocket.

He climbed back onto the bed and handed it to Steve.

“One last present.” He said, looking nervous.

“Another?” Steve asked incredulously. He carefully took the box, flipping it open to reveal a gold pendant, similar to the one that Billy wore around his neck.

“It’s a pendant,” Billy began, softly. “It’s of Saint Dwynwen, she’s the patron saint of lovers.”

Steve looked at the small necklace that now rested in his hand.

“Put it on me?” He asked softly, unable to verbalize all of the emotions that were rushing through him at the moment.

Billy carefully clasped the pendant around Steve’s neck, smiling happily as it rested exactly where his own rested on his own chest.

“Happy Valentine’s day, pretty boy.”

Steve kissed him, short and sweet.

“Happy Valentine’s day, sunflower.”

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #valentine #valentines day #fic #cross posted on ao3

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gen0c1de · 7 months

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Can you do a HC of Soap, Ghost, and König reacting to a GN S/O who has weird and random facts about any animals? Any random animal facts you have! Thanks! 🫶

I have a bit of a hyperfixation on random animal facts, so yeah!

I won't talk about the dolphins though... or the manatee that Cristopher Columbus found...

Requests are open!

TW: Animal facts!

John "Soap" MacTavish

This man doesn't know much about most animals.

Never really cared to learn.

But if he has any questions, he knows he has his own human "Google" specifically for animals.

Will ask you to tell him something you know about any animal or insect you see during missions.

He knows he's supposed to be quiet and focused, but seeing your face light up at a chance to talk about them? He's more than willing to completely blow everyone's cover.

When you go on a whole spiel about one specific animal, then it somehow reminds you of something about another one, he will place his chin in his palm and nod.

God knows he probably won't remember what your saying, but you look adorable and hearing your voice is another added bonus to the mix.

Sure, you scare the absolute shit out of him when you suddenly gasp at a memory of an animal you have knowledge on, but once his heart stops hurting he will ask you about it.

He bought himself some books on animals in an attempt to teach you something about an animal.

You most likely already knew the fact, but you pretend you didn't because it's cute that your little Golden Retriever boyfriend is trying to impress you and indulge in your hobbies.

Takes you to a Zoo or Aquarium so you can teach him something about the creators.

Sure, he could read about it where it has information TO read, but he claims he learns better when YOU tell him.

Just because its an excuse to hear you talk with a bright smile on your face and that sparkle of joy in your eyes, doesn't mean anything.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Doesn't know anything about animals except some are prey and others are predators.

He only knows that because its how he describes what its like on missions.

Doesn't care about animals, wanting to focus soley on his job.

Won't shut you up when you rant about them though... the sound of your voice distracts him from his mind.

Does actually find it cute when you see an animal outside the base on calm days and you talk about them, joy in your eyes.

If you see an animal on the battle field and rant about them... he will glare at you and tell you to shut up.

If he hears you in comms he will say your callsign and order you to shut up and focus on the task at hand.

Later, after the mission, he will nudge you and ask about the animal you had seen and wanted to talk about.

When you compare him to different species of an animal or a new animal he will act annoyed at it, but thinks its adorable that you think of him as something like that.

Will gift you a notebook or something like that so you can write down any and all facts you have.

When you tell him a really weird fact, he looks at you concerned about how you would know something like that.

You confuse and concern him, but he also loves you dearly.

Konig

OH THIS SWEET BABY

In the beginning of your relationship he would fall head over heals at the sound of your voice and the excited look on your face.

Does he hear what you're saying? Yes.

Does he panic when you ask him if he was listening and he forgets everything you said up to that point? Also yes.

Does it make him feel like a terrible boyfriend? Another yes.

Make sure you comfort him because now he feels bad.

A little further in the relationship, as soon as you start talking about animal facts, he records it.

Why?

Because he wants to write it all down in a journal he just bought that reminded him of you.

Why is he writing it all down in a journal?

Because he wants to give it to you as a present! Duh!

On missions, though, he doesn't pay attention to what you say at all unless its important for the sake of the mission or the teams help.

He loves you and your voice, but he's trying to focus on surviving and completing the mission.

If you call him a nickname based off an animal, he will ask why, and when you talk about how he is similar to the animal...

Be still his beating heart...

You're adorable.

He loves you so much.

When you tell him weird facts, he will be curious as to how you know, but also kinda doesn't want to know because the answer may be weirder than the knowledge you have.

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| lethal secrets | (dokyeom)

*tw: mentions of suicide and depression

"y/n, please, i don't want to fight with you" he begs, his voice teetering on on the brink of a breakdown. he's trying to remain calm. trying to remain steady and responsible.

"well i do! i want to fight with you! i'm tired of us pushing our problems to the side and pretending they don't exist!" you scream back, not matching his calm energy at all. you've had enough, and this evening was your breaking point.

"we can talk about our problems without fighting" he answers hesitantly, hoping you don't continue to escalate things.

but you do.

you're not sure why his calm, non urgent tone is bothering you so much, but it's making you feel like he doesn't care. and that's pissing you off.

"we clearly can't! because you never tell me what you're thinking! it's a battle everyday where i'm apparently supposed to just read your mind. where you get quiet and then disappear for schedule for hours on end and then we never talk about it. ever!" you yell, getting completely frustrated. you're going to be letting out things you've wanted to say for a long time now.

dokyeom looks down at the floor, your words not falling upon deaf ears. you hit a weak spot. he knows he's not good at sharing his feelings and thoughts with you. he knew you would get fed up with it eventually, despite his efforts to fix this bad habit. hearing you say it made it real. he's scared you won't have the patience for it anymore. you can tell that you got to him.

"i'm trying, y/n. i really am" he says quietly, wishing the confrontation would just end. but he knows he messed up.

"you're not dokyeom! sometimes i swear i don't know anything about you" you say, as if you're punching him in the gut. you regret your words instantly. you wish you could shut your mouth.

he shakes his head sadly, "that's not true. you know everything about me. i've opened up to you" he says, trying to finally stand up for himself.

"then why are you always sneaking off and disappearing everyday, for way longer than i know you have work. and why do i hear rumors of things going on in your life that you have never once told me? that you'd rather tell anyone but me? do you know how much that hurts me?" you say angrily, but the tears well up in your eyes, conveying an all too different emotion that you try to push to the background.

what dokyeom hasn't told you about is the extra hour a day he's been going to see a therapist. he hasn't told you about how he's been really struggling to get out of the shelter of the bed sheets for months now. or how he doesn't have the energy to fight with you. but how he wants to fight for you. how most days he only stays alive for you. he sees now that that hasn't been enough.

all you want is to be there for him. you want to know what he's thinking all the time, and why he will randomly go quiet and get that far off look in his eyes. you want to be in on the secrets that everyone else is. you want for him to let you love him. you don't want it to have to be done this way, but you can't get through to him any other way. you feel your heart tearing apart with every word you yell at him.

"i've been going through some stuff" he trails off, avoiding your eyes still. he looks defeated.

you quit the yelling. "some stuff? what does stuff mean?" you ask. you are still irritated, and feeling so utterly left out and helpless. you can't help him if he doesn't admit what he needs help with.

he breaks down.

he hasn't cried in months. he hasn't been able to. his eyes have been dry and his body has been numb. but looking at you, seeing you get angry with him for something he's so desperately trying to fix for you, he loses it. he didn't want you to know. he didn't want to be the broken man who feels like he can't even keep himself alive. you fell in love with a happy, optimistic dokyeom who brightened up your day. he doesn't feel like that person anymore, and he couldn't bear to find out what would happen if you noticed.

he's on the ground before you can even comprehend what's happening. he's sobbing into his hands, his knees dropped to the floor as if his body gave up on him. you are paralyzed. you've never seen him cry like this.

"dokyeom?" you ask quietly, softly this time. you think you went too far. you think you shouldn't have gotten the information out of him this way. you curse yourself for losing your temper. you can't lose him. not when he needs you most.

he doesn't answer. he doesn't even look up. you think he may have not even heard you over his crying and the hiccups.

"baby" you say, a little louder this time. you take a few weary steps towards him until you're standing right above him.

you bend down slowly and place your hand on his shoulder. he looks up at the contact, wondering why you aren't yelling anymore. he doesn't even remember breaking down. he suddenly feels numb again.

you stare back at him into his bloodshot eyes, finally seeing the secrets he's been hiding from you. he's broken.

you sit down on the floor in front of him. if he's broken, you must be strong.

"my sweet boy. i'm sorry for yelling at you. i just want to help you. i need to know what's going on so i can help you" you say gently, keeping your distance and building up the conversation slowly. you've never seen him so fragile. you're terrified. but you have to stay strong.

"sometimes i don't want to be alive" he says, cutting right to the point. he can't hide anymore.

you suck in, your breath hitching at his words. salty tears of your own fall down your cheeks. you feel like you can't breathe.

"baby" you choke out, reaching your hand out to him. you don't even know what to say. you don't know where to go from here.

he sees your tears. he sees your fear. this is what he was avoiding. there's no going back now.

"i've been seeing a therapist. that's why i'm gone a lot. i've had to talk to the company a lot too. it's been a whole process" he continues, spilling it all. "i'm in the middle of getting antidepressants. i still can barely admit it to myself. i didn't know how i could admit it to you" he chokes out.

you hold his hand tightly.

"i don't feel like the same person you fell in love with. i'm scared you won't love who i am now" he breaths out, ending it with a sob.

your heart shatters. of course you will still love him. of course you would! everything you fell in love with is still in there. it's all still in him, you see it everyday.

"please look at me" you encourage.

he switches his gaze from the ground to you. the second you look into his eyes, you hate yourself. you should have been there. you should have been helping him. you should have known without him having to say a word.

"i love you, dokyeom" you say sternly, praying it gets through to him. you need it to get through to him.

"i loved you the second i met you, i loved you yesterday, and i'll love you tomorrow" you continue, scooting even closer to him.

he sniffles.

"it's going to be okay. you're getting the help you need. you're doing everything right, baby" you say, your lip quivering as you try to be brave for him.

he doesn't say another word. he throws himself into you, wrapping his arms tightly around you in a hug thats been a long time coming. you hold onto him for everything its worth. you hold him like he's the most delicate thing in the world, who could break at any touch. but you also hold him like he's the bravest, strongest thing in the world, who you know without a doubt can get through this.

"i'm so sorry i didn't tell you" he cries, not daring to let go of you.

"please don't say sorry. none of that matters anymore. all that matters is that you get better" you say honestly, rubbing his back gently.

you softly take his face in your hands and make him look at you again before you say this.

"don't you fucking leave me baby. don't you dare go anywhere" you speak, the tears falling once more. your throat feels tight. you aren't doing so good at being strong for him.

he knows exactly what you mean. he hears you. he looks into your eyes, noticing the sheer fear in them. a fear that he instilled. he decides right then and there that he's going to get better. that he has to get better. he knows without a doubt that you'll be there with him, holding his hand the whole time. for the first time in a long time, he feels a little stronger. he feels like there is light on the other side of the tunnel he's been trapped in.

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