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Head Over Heels

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem Henderson!Reader

Summary: After hanging out together, both you and Steve realise you've had feelings for one another this whole time.

Warnings/tags: No warnings, just very fluffy, very cute stuff. Teasing and banter-filled conversations. Very wholesome.

Word Count: 6.1K

A/N: This is set in season 2 but one conversation uses season 4 dialogue. I've not been able to stop thinking about this whole scenario, but I hope you guys enjoy as well! ((Also I know the title is unoriginal, sue me))

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"Dusty, you're going to be late!" You yell from the front door, slinging your car keys around your finger. It's your younger brother's Snow Ball dance tonight and you promised your mom you'd take him there and pick him up afterward.

"If you don't get your ass down here in five I swear-"

"Hold on! I don't understand!" Dustin is still upstairs, and his voice trails off as you hear him bustling around in his room. You haven't seen him since your mom left for work, which was an hour ago. Apparently, he's perfecting his hair so that he'll 'get all the ladies'. Those were Dustin's words - not your own - and you can't believe how much he's grown up in the past year.

He kept secrets from you now. He hung out with his friends way more than he hung out with you and, worst of all, he started caring about if girls liked him or not.

"I'm leaving soon!" You check your watch once more.

The dance starts at seven and you have fifteen minutes to get your brother out of the door and to the high school.

You hear Dustin switch off his bedroom light and run down the stairs at lightning speed.

"Y/N, I forgot to tell you-" Your brother's about to say something to you when you take in what he's wearing for the first time. He's got a bow tie on, with a cute suit and shirt and he's wearing his homemade Ghostbuster shoes, which are totally just some plain old Reeboks covered in red pen scribbles.

"Hold up, Dust! Look at you!" You smile, seriously unbelieving how cute he looks. "And look at your hair!"

You grab his head and stare down at his hair in amazement, “You look so good, dude! Who taught you to do all of this?”

Dustin wriggles out of your grip and straightens up his suit, “Thanks, thanks, about that…”

There’s the sound of a car horn outside. You stare at Dustin in confusion and he gives you a sheepish smile, “I know mom asked you to take me, but I kind of asked someone. And, I need to go. Now.”

Your confusion slowly turns into shock, "Oh my God, is it because you didn't want your older sister embarrassing you? Because I bet Nancy's taking Mike. You know I would never cramp your style, because honestly? You cramp me out."

Dustin sticks his tongue out at you, before giving you a shit-eating grin. "Whatever. You're just jealous because I wanted someone cool to take me to the dance. But, if you're so worried, come with."

He doesn’t give you time to answer, he just pushes you out of the way of the front door and opens it. The car horn sounds again and you hear a yell, “Henderson!”

Your curiosity wins over your confusion and you turn the hallway light off and lock the front door behind you.

There, parked on the street outside of your house, is Steve Harrington.

Dustin runs up to the car and does a three-sixty spin so Steve can see what he’s wearing. Steve has a massive grin on his face, “Dude, you did the hair!”

You walk up to the car, standing slightly behind your brother. “So you’re the dingus my brother has been hanging out with all this time.”

You smile, shaking your head. You had known Steve for years. To you, Steve used to be the world's biggest douchebag and the school's king - with a capital K - then the whole thing with Nancy happened and it seemed like everybody unanimously voted for Steve to be kicked off the popular gang's table. Now he was just like everyone else and, apparently, was best friends with your brother.

"Oh hey, another Henderson." Steve casually throws up a hand in a small wave. "You coming along for the ride?"

Dustin opens the passenger side door and slides in while Steve makes a quick remark about wiping shoes before getting in the car. Dustin ignores him.

You open the back door and sit behind your brother. "Yeah well, I was meant to be driving him. But since he has it covered, I guess the best I can do is be a supportive chaperone."

"Fine by me. Buckle up, you've got like ten minutes Henderson. Uh, young Henderson, I mean."

"We have names, you know." Dustin makes a comment that earns a laugh from you. Steve waves it off and starts driving.

You stay silent for most of the drive, mainly listening to Steve and Dustin bickering. You’re surprised at how close the pair are, and as you watch Dustin laugh at one of Steve’s corny jokes, you realise just how much Dustin needs someone like Steve in his life. With no dad, no older brother, Dustin didn’t have a father figure or even just another guy to look up to. You're surprised that Steve turns out to be that guy, but you’re glad that he’s there for your brother.

“You two are seriously giving me a headache.” You joke and the pair of them high five, as if it was their mission to annoy you.

"Anyway, Dusty, got any girls you've got your eye on?" You lean forward towards your brother and blow little kisses at him. He shoves his hand in your face, and you back off.

"You're annoying. And that's the completely wrong question to be asking. It's whether or not any girls have their eye on me that I'm worried about."

"Hey, you know you have nothing to worry about." Steve chimes in, "Remember what I taught you."

Dustin sighs, "Yeah I know. It's just Lucas has Max, and Mike has El-"

"Who's El? Ellen? From down the road?" You interject, not knowing who this girl was. And you knew most people in Hawkins. Small towns were like that.

"She's uh-" Steve looks at Dustin, not sure how to finish his sentence. Your brother recovers by saying: "She's new. Yeah. A new girl."

"Rightttt." You decide to back off from the conversation. Something seemed to be going on, and you weren't sure what.

Steve turns down the road towards the high school and your train of thought gets distracted. There's loud music blaring from the gym hall. Kids are everywhere, all dressed up and looking cute. Balloons the size of watermelons loom over the kids as they walk through the entrance. Steve stops right outside, "Here we are."

Dustin has gone strangely quiet. He instantly reaches for the interior mirror and starts touching his hair.

“Hey, you look great.” Steve is suddenly gentle, all the joking around gone from his voice. He closes the interior mirror. “You look great, ok?”

You pipe up from the back, “He’s right Dusty, you’re gonna knock ‘em dead.”

“I know.” He replies, but the confidence is lacking in his voice.

“Look, your sister’s right. You’re going to go in there, look like a million bucks and slam them!”

“Yeah, okay!” There’s a smile on Dustin’s face now, “Like a lion!”

He growls, the way he always does when he thinks he’s being an absolute lady-killer. You shake your head and Steve’s eyebrow raises, “Yeah bud, maybe don’t do that. Just go out there and have the best time okay?”

Steve claps Dustin on the shoulder and your brother reaches for his seat belt, nodding furiously.

“Go crazy, dude. See you at ten?”

Dustin gets out of the car and looks back at you. “See you at ten. Bye guys, wish me luck!”

He slams the door behind him and heads inside, his back upright and a little bit of swagger in his walk. You can’t help but smile.

Steve clears his throat, as if finally realising that now Dustin’s gone it’s just the two of you, and you roll your eyes.

“Wanna get something to eat? I could do with something to eat.” You ask. Without even asking for permission you unbuckle your seatbelt and clamber into the front seat, feet first.

“Hey! Oh my God!” Steve watches you with bewildered eyes as you get comfy and strap yourself back in.

“What? My brother gets the front seat and I don’t? Oh come on.” You shake your head in fake disapproval.

You don’t particularly care how you act around Steve. The pair of you had been in the same classes at school practically since Kindergarten. You had witnessed the time he had shoved a green crayon up his nose and he’d seen you fall flat on your face during sports day, while doing the egg and spoon race. Egg had ended up in your hair.

It wasn’t that you guys had ever been particularly close, you just didn’t care what he thought of you. Plus, if he was friends with your brother then he was no cooler than you were.

You think all of this while he continues to stare at you in shock. You raise your voice slightly, “Harrington, food or no?”

“Right. Yeah. Sure.” He fiddles with the keys and pulls away, leaving the school grounds and back onto the road.

“There’s a diner a couple of streets down.” You say, vaguely pointing in that direction, “We could get some burgers or something.”

“Burgers?” Steve retorts, a frown on his face.

“Yeah you know, those round things that go in between a bun? Usually with tomatoes and lettuce. Ring any bells?” You sling your left leg up, so your foot is on the seat and your arms cup your knee.

Steve clocks your movement, glancing at your body as he makes a right. He takes one hand off the wheel and gently pushes your leg, so your foot falls off the seat and goes back to the floor. His hands are warm.

“No feets on seats, Henderson. And I know what a burger is, idiot. I just don’t usually take girls out to go get burgers.” He shrugs nonchalantly, but you notice how he’s still subconsciously driving towards the diner.

“Oh yeah, how could I forget? King Steve is an absolute dreamboat who takes all of his dates straight back to his place so you can get frisky and then forget about each other the next day.” You laugh at your own comment.

“Hey that’s my love life you’re talking about! I’m not all about the sex, you know.”

He pulls into a parking space outside of the diner and kills the ignition.

“I’ll believe it when I see it, Steve.”

You get out the car, making sure your own car keys and purse are still in your back pocket. Steve gets out and you enter the diner together.

It’s semi-busy, meaning that there’s a few regulars in there and - with it being a Friday night - there’s two families with loud kids and a sheriff’s deputy on duty drinking a coffee. A waitress greets you at the door.

“Table for two, please.” You smile, and she leads you and Steve towards one of the window booths. You shake your head, and only express your emotions when Steve is sat opposite you, and the waitress is gone.

“She’s sat us in a booth.”

“Yeah, so?” Steve frowns at you, running a hand through his hair.

“They sit couples at booths. Booths are for like elderly couples who come in every Sunday to have waffles for breakfast with black coffee and all that jazz. They think we’re a couple.”

“Oh.” He says in a small voice, then, “In that case, this is the first time I’ve taken a girl out for burgers on a date.”

He’s waiting for your reaction to his comment, and once you laugh, he laughs with you. He gives you a giddy smile, as if he’s proud of himself.

“A date… interesting.” You’re not really sure what to say, but you’re glad when the waitress comes back to you just in time.

“Are you guys ready to order?” She asks. She’s wearing a white dress with a pink pinafore, an outfit that accompanied the diner’s new and updated look. They had a refurb a year ago, and you had to admit you appreciate the style.

“Yeah, just a cheeseburger, regular fries and…a vanilla milkshake. Thanks.” You reel off your order, hesitating when you can’t choose between vanilla and chocolate.

The waitress turns to Steve. “You know what? I’ll have what she’s having. Thank you.”

The waitress makes a note of it and walks off. You move in your seat and your foot accidentally hits Steve’s. You both apologise at the same time, and it’s the first time you feel awkward around him. There’s silence between the two of you for a couple of minutes.

“So,” He breaks the ice, subconsciously thumbing through his hair again, “How’s life been treating you, Henderson? What’s the big plan when school's over?”

“Oh, you know. Fine. Life’s fine. I’m trying to apply to colleges and stuff, hopefully it’ll work out. I dunno. Or I’ll just get a job at like Family Video, or something.” A smile plays on your lips, “And you’ve completely forgotten my name, haven’t you? You call Dusty ‘Henderson’ because you think it’s cool or whatever, but I reckon with me it’s because you can’t remember.”

“That is so not true!” Steve pulls a face of shock, “I can’t believe you’d think that!”

You shrug and start to laugh. “Just saying.”

“You think I’d forget you? Y/N Henderson? The girl who got egg in her hair? The girl who’s first kiss was freaking Johnny Liner at our very own Snow Ball? The Y/N Henderson who helped me with my math homework when we were in eighth grade?”

The waitress comes over with two identical plates, setting them down and completely interrupting Steve’s speech. You both say thank you, but neither of you touch the food. You’re waiting for Steve to continue, and he does.

“Plus I’d like to remind you I sit two rows behind you in Mr Herbert’s class and your name gets called for attendance every day, idiot. Plus you have those stupid little stickers on all of your books that say your name. So, I could never forget you.”

He looks at you with a smug smile, with one cocky raised eyebrow, and takes an aggressive bite out of his burger. You’re taken aback. Of course you’ve known Steve for forever, and everything he’d said was completely correct, but you never realised Steve had paid attention to any of those things.

“Okay.” You smile, impressed. “You win this time.”

You eat your burger and fries in semi-silence. "Don't You Want Me" by The Human League is playing on the diner's radio, and Steve mumbles along in between mouthfuls of food.

The pair of you chat about mundane things, how well you're doing in basically all of your classes, how Steve's basketball career is going, how Dustin was annoying and endearing at the same time.

If you concentrated really hard, pretended really hard, you could almost imagine that this was normal. Like you and Steve getting dinner together was a weekly reoccurrence. A small part of you wished this was normal but you knew - deep down you knew - that tomorrow the normal would go on existing. Steve would hang out with Dustin, he'd still sit two rows behind you in Mr Herbert's class, but he would go back to pretending you didn't exist. He'd be the guy who used to be popular and you'd just be Dustin's sister. A nobody who'd never been popular. It's just the way it was.

You think all of this while absentmindedly dipping a fry into your milkshake, pulling it out and eating it. Steve stops half-singing/half-eating, and stares at you.

"What was that?" He says, gesturing to your milkshake.

"What was what?" You shake your head and pop the last bit of your burger in your mouth.

"The whole milkshake and potato combination, Y/N. Nobody does that." Steve has finished his burger and has a handful of fries left.

"Well, I do it. It's good. Trust me." You reach over to pick up one of his fries. You dunk it in his milkshake before he can protest and you pull it out. "Try it."

You wave the milkshake-dipped fry by his face and he shakes his head at you, smiling. "This better be good, Henderson, or your ass is grass."

He takes the fry into his mouth and the tips of your fingers connect with his lips for just a second. You try not to think about it.

Instead, you watch his reaction. The instant confusion, the pause when he finally appreciates the combination of salt and vanilla in his mouth. He starts to nod.

"You know what? You win with that one, we're even now." He grins at you, picks up his last remaining fries and takes the liberty of dunking them in your milkshake.

"Steve!" You exclaim, you voice louder than it was meant to. One of the families look around at you, and you try not to notice. "You bastard."

He simply winks at you as he shoves the fries into his mouth. "Can't help it." He says, openly speaking with his mouth full.

You both finish your meals at a similar time. Now, there's a different song on the diner's radio - one you're not familiar with. But Steve knows it. And he's he's air-guitaring, to himself. Which is totally embarrassing.

"Oh how the mighty fall. You're an absolute nerd, Steve Harrington." You laugh at him.

"Thank you," He smiles stupidly, "Your brother would say the same."

The pair of you lapse into silence, and you find yourself watching as Steve rakes a hand through his hair not once, but three times. He's looking out the window, then sharply turns to look at you, as if he's about to say something. When he clocks you're already staring, you both avert your eyes.

The waitress comes over and any awkwardness is washed away. She takes your plates and Steve pulls out some notes from his pocket, counting the amount he'll need. You pull out your purse from your back pocket, trying to see what change you have.

"Hey," He puts one hand on yours and closes your purse, "this one's on me."

He pays and the waitress walks off.

"You didn't have to do that." You chide while you put your purse away.

"Yeah, well, I did. Now come on." Steve slides out from the booth and stands up. You glance at your watch, it's only half past eight. You didn't need to pick Dustin up for another hour and a half.

"It's not time yet, we've still got ages." You frown.

Steve rolls his eyes at you, "Y/N, did you really think we were gonna sit here all evening? We can do other stuff, you know. Come on."

He gestures for you to hurry up and you oblige. The pair of you leave the diner and get back into his car. He makes an offhand comment about checking shoes before getting in, which seems to be habit at this point, and you nod, but don't bother checking.

"You Henderson's are useless." He shakes his head as he starts the car. He backs out, and then you're on the road again.

"Why thank you. I pride myself on it." You reply, your voice dripping in sarcasm. Steve ignores your comment and pushes a cassette into the deck. It starts playing Head Over Heels by Tears For Fears.

"So where are you taking me, anyway?" You ask. You're genuinely curious, and also slightly confused. You didn't know what Steve did in his spare time, apart from play basketball and hang out with your brother. You didn't see him other than in the hallways and during your classes together. Whatever Steve got up to, and wherever he went, was a complete mystery to you.

Beside you, Steve seems to have relaxed. He's not glancing at you every second to make sure your feet aren't on the seat and he's tapping away at the steering wheel to the tune of the song. He looks at you briefly to smile.

"There's a road in the forest that pops out just by this random field. It looks over like all of Hawkins. It's really nice this time of night. Thought you might want to see it." He nods, half to himself, half in time with the music.

His voice is gentle and full of earnest, and you wonder since when did Steve care about what you might like? You respond the only way you know how, with sarcasm.

"Oh, right. So you're going to take me to the middle of nowhere where there's absolutely nobody else around. Let me guess, that's where you take all the girls?" You smirk, rolling your eyes.

"Hey, no." He frowns, looking over to you briefly, "I told you earlier. I'm not just about the sex and stuff, you know."

"Yeah, you said." There seems to be genuine hurt in his voice, and you wonder what he's thinking. "Are you still in love with Nancy?"

The question falls out of your mouth before you can stop it.

You reach a red light at an intersection in the middle of the town. At this time of night there's not many on the road but the light is on red anyway.

"No." Steve shakes his head and you swear the look he gives you is almost disappointed. "No, definitely not. Look, let me tell you something. And you better not say anything to anyone, okay? Swear?"

He's staring at you now, his voice full of sincerity. You feel like you can't look away, surprised by his sudden seriousness. "Yeah, okay. Promise."

You pull your eyes away long enough to notice the light's have changed, but Steve is still looking at you. "Uh, Steve, it's green."

He looks away, notices you're right, and drives on. Head Over Heels is still playing.

"Right. So, you promise? Okay. The thing is right, when I was a baby I used to crawl backwards. Like full on reverse, all the time."

"Okay?"

"I guess somewhere in my tiny Harrington brain I thought I was doing the right thing. And then, one day, I reversed my sorry little ass down a flight of stairs. My head got a right bump. You know, landed straight on my little noggin'. Which I guess explains a whole lot of stuff."

"You can say that again." You laugh. Steve has made his way to the edge of the forest now, and he turns off down a smaller track, leading up to the top of the hill.

"Anyway, in a round about way, that's kind of what happened with Nancy. I was acting like an asshole because I thought it was right, and I liked her because I thought it was right and then she dumped me and told me she didn't love me and it was like the biggest bump on the head since I was a baby. Made me realise a lot of stuff."

"Right. Okay." Your throat suddenly seems smaller, and you find yourself biting the inside of your cheek. Why is Steve opening up to you like this?

"At first I thought if I dated a lot of girls, I would eventually find the one. You know? Like get through as many girls as possible in order to find her."

"Ew." You interject.

"It's gross, I know. I know that now."

He looks at you as you reach the edge of the track. The forest opens up to reveal a small car park, and an open space of grass and flowers. You can see the stars in the sky, even without getting out of the car.

"Now, I think I might have known the one all along. And just didn't realise it. And now I want to do everything I can not to mess it up like I messed everything up with Nancy. Does that make sense?"

Steve has stopped the car now, and the engine's just running. It seems the cassette is only the one song - Head Over Heels - over and over again. It's started now for the second time and Steve looks over at you, waiting for your answer.

"Yeah, yeah it makes sense, Steve. Good to hear it." On nervous instinct, you pull your leg up so your knee is against your chest and your foot is on the seat. Steve says nothing.

"I'm impressed." This time your sarcasm is fake, because you don't know what else to do and it's been too serious for too long, "You're gonna keep it in your pants. Bravo."

You can't help but smile, being mean to him was so much easier than being serious.

"I hate you, Henderson." He's shaking his head at you, but his eyes are flitting between your eyes and your lips and you suddenly can't breath. Your thoughts are racing at a hundred miles per minute and it seems warm in Steve's car. It's very, very warm.

This wasn't normal - normal was Steve pretending you didn't exist. Normal was you watching Steve in the hallways but always telling yourself you didn't. This, the way your heart is beating way too fast, wasn't normal.

"No you don't." You can barely whisper your remark. Steve leans over and kisses you.

It's short and it's sweet and he still tastes of vanilla milkshake. He pulls away and gives you a small smile.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

He cuts the ignition and get's out of the car in one fell swoop. It leaves you flustered and you take a deep breath before following out of the car.

"It feels so good to get that off my chest." He's looking at you from across the car, "Just don't tell Dustin. He'll kill me if he knew I had the hots for his sister."

"Not if I don't kill you first. You...you've had feelings for me this whole time? And said nothing?"

Steve crosses the front of the car and comes to stand beside you. He reaches for your hands which are at your sides, and he holds them in between the two of you. You stare down at your intertwined fingers, and it feels right.

"It's been a long time coming. I didn't know it, not at first. I thought...I don't know...that we were just friends? Like you would never want some asshole popular guy who played basketball and had to get help with maths homework in eighth grade. Like I was just the kid who shoved a crayon up his nose."

Steve's comment makes you laugh and he raises his eyebrows at you, "See! Who would want to date someone like that? It's not until I had my ass handed to me and I started hanging out with your brother and those other little shits Mike and Will and all of them, that it made me realise who I really am. I've grown up a lot in the last year, and I don't want to be that idiot who loses the best person he's ever known because he's been too blind to see it all these years."

You stare at him, mouth agape and brain empty. Did Steve, Steve freaking Harrington, just say that to you?

When you finally find your voice, and Steve is smirking a little, all you can say is: "You're unbelievable."

Steve responds by letting go of your hands and scooping you up in arms, pulling you against his body and lifting you from your feet.

"I thought you'd say something like that. Come on, Henderson, let's see the view."

He carries you towards the middle of the field, where you laugh and kick and try to wriggle from his grip, but he's surprisingly strong. Every time you whack him he gives you little kisses on wherever he can get you. The pair of you are laughing hysterically by the time he sets you down and you smack him on the arm.

"I hate you."

"No you don't." Steve smirks, copying your comment from earlier, and he turns you to face the view.

From the field, you can see most of Hawkins. You can see streetlights and the lights of people's homes. Cars seem like toy versions of themselves they're so small, and from here you can see the glittered and glammed school where Dustin's Snow Ball is. There's the faint sound of music - Time After Time, if your ears are picking it up correctly.

"Woah. It's pretty up here." You're genuinely impressed. "I take back the comments about you bringing girls here for sex. It's way too peaceful and calm up here for that."

Steve snakes his hand into yours, "You're forgiven, for now." He squeezes your hand, letting you know he's just messing with you, as always. "Can you hear the music?"

"Yeah. A little." Your eyes don't want to tear themselves away from Hawkins. You've lived there all your life, yet now, something makes it seem even more special. It really does look beautiful.

"Wanna dance?" Steve's words make you look away. He's already smiling when you turn to face him.

You nod, and the pair of you slow dance to the very faint sounds of the Snow Ball music. You can't believe it's happening, and you never want the moment to end. Because when it does, what if your worst fears happen? What if you have this one night together, and things go back to the way they were?

You push the thoughts away.

"Now, why couldn't it been like this at our Snow Ball?" Steve whispers as you dance in slow circles.

"Because you were dancing with Lacey Bradbury." You recall the memory even now. You laugh, unbelieving that you still remember that after all these years.

"Damn." Steve pulls away slightly and you look up at him. He's grinning, "You're right. Wonder why you'd remember that..." He laughs and you go back to resting your head on his chest.

"Yeah, as if you're not the one who remembers that my first kiss was at the Snow Ball. Perv."

Steve attempts to tickle your sides and you worm away from him, but still move in your slow circle. He settles his hands back on your sides.

"It was Johnny freaking Liner, man. The snottiest little kid I've ever met. Even then I knew you deserved better. So, yeah, I do remember that. Sue me."

There's a beat of silence where the song changes, but even from far away you know the tune immediately. It's not one for a slow dance, but that doesn't stop you and Steve.

"For the record, if I hadn't of been such a stupid asshole back then, I would've walked straight up to you and asked you to dance with me. I swear on my life."

You smile into Steve, his scent engulfing you. His arms are wrapped around your body and the two of you are practically one at this point.

You stay like that, dancing in slow circles, for a long time.

"We need to go." Steve finally whispers into your ear.

"Do we have to?" You pull away, trying to glance at your watch in the darkness. "Surely Dusty can survive a few minutes without us."

"It's nearly ten. As annoying as that little shit is, he'll be even more annoying if he figures out what's happening here. Plus, we have every night to slow dance."

"You promise?" You ask as you and Steve make your way back to the car.

"I promise, Henderson."

"Good, otherwise I'm telling everyone that you were a super dumb baby!" You laugh and give Steve a push with your shoulder, "Race you to the car?"

The pair of you full on sprint to the car, and you wonder if Steve is letting you win because you're a few pegs ahead of him. When you beat him, he ends up looking at you in amazement.

"Why the hell aren't you on the athletics team? Jeez." Steve's slightly out of breath and laughing.

"Because who would run the book club if I'm off running laps all the time?" You joke, trying to suck in the cold night air, "And, truthfully, I don't want to show you up as the best sportsman in Hawkins High."

"Ha, yeah right." Steve unlocks the car and the both of you get in. This time, he doesn't make a comment about the shoes, and he takes the cassette out of the deck. "I think I made my point with this one. Thank you Roland Orzabal."

Steve kisses the tape, flings it into the backseat and turns the car around. "Let's go get your brother and hope he's not as smart as everyone says he is. Otherwise, we're busted."

He heads back down the track, back to the streets of Hawkins. The pair of you sit in a comfortable silence, while you sneak glances at him. You can't help but smile.

"That smile isn't gonna come off your face, is it?" Steve asks without even looking at you. You're about ten minutes from the school now.

"Oh shut up." You playfully hit Steve's arm and try to stop yourself from smiling. "You seem pretty happy yourself."

"Well duh," Steve finally looks at you, his eyes sparkling. "I mean, of course we might have to hide it from Dustin for a bit, but now I get to boast that Y/N Henderson, book club leader and apparently athletic superstar, is my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? Is that what I am?" Your voice is full of fake surprise just to tease Steve but secretly, you're ecstatic.

"Yes!" He takes his hand off the wheel to grab yours, "Abso-friggin-lutely." He brings your intertwined hands to his mouth and kisses the back of your hand.

"Now, you might wanna get in the backseat before Dustin murders the both of us."

You're five minutes away from the school now, and you unbuckle yourself while Steve drives. You shimmy yourself and dive head-first into the back seat, which earns a light slap on the ass from Steve before you turn to sit back down.

"Hey, Harrington! Watch it!" You laugh as you re-buckle yourself into the backseat.

"Sorry, couldn't resist." He turns to wink at you.

At ten on the dot, Dustin is waiting outside the high school with his friends. Just like your brother predicted, Lucas is holding hands with Max while Mike is holding hands with a girl you've never met. You assume it's El. Both Dustin and Will are stood alone, but both of them have huge smiles on their faces.

When you reach the group, Steve rolls down the passenger side window.

"Steve!" The gang all yell in unison, each one of them bearing a huge grin.

"It was awesome!" Mike says.

"Max even kissed me." Lucas wiggles his eyebrows.

"Hey, shut it!" Max interjects.

"It was fun." The new girl, this El girl, has a slight accent to her voice, as if she doesn't speak English very well.

"Oh hey, Y/N's here." Will points at you in the back seat.

"Hey guys! Looks like you had fun!" You poke your head out a bit so the gang can see you properly. They all say hi to you in unison - it was weird how in sync those kids could be.

"See you kids soon yeah, get home safe." Steve comments to the kids and they all nod. Everyone makes a point of saying their goodbyes and Dustin gets in the car. Steve drives off.

"Honestly it was so good! There was music and at first nobody wanted to dance with me but I did what you said, I looked like a million bucks and everything. And, Nancy danced with me. She said I'm her favourite. She is sooo hot."

Dustin rambles with excitement, flitting his head between Steve and you to make sure you're both listening.

"Glad you had a good time, dude." You reach forward to ruffle Dustin's hair and he swats you away.

"It was great. Even if the girls my age didn't dance with me. Nancy said in time they'll come to love me. Realise how amazing I am."

"Yeah, Nancy can really give some great advice sometimes." Steve says to Dustin, smiling. It gets a smile out of you too, recalling your previous conversation with Steve.

"So, what did you guys do?" Dustin asks.

"Oh you know, got some burgers. Nothing crazy." Steve replies nonchalantly, but he looks at you in the rear view mirror with a smirk on his face, and you catch his glance. You grin ear to ear.

"Yeah. Totally boring stuff. I'm sure you had a way better night, Dust."

"Steve is totally boring, right?" Dustin replies, adding to the banter so the pair of you are being mean to Steve.

"Hey, quit it Henderson!" Steve remarks.

"Which one?" You and your brother reply at the exact same time, which makes all three of you laugh.

You don't think you've ever been this happy in your whole life, and suddenly you're very grateful for your brother and his nerd best friend, Steve Harrington.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington fic #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #dustin henderson #steve harrington x henderson!reader #head over heels #steve harrington fluff

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aloeverified · 1 year

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My Boyfriend's (@kita-shinsukes-hand-holder) Assumptions About The Total Drama 2023 Cast Before Watching

Axel:

Seems like Brick and Jo mixed together

Military general and captain vibes

Probably super strict

Bowie:

Bowie

Why is he cheeked up

Not trying to stay in the closet at all

If Lighting was a twink

The shoes look like Kokichi Ouma's... the outfit is not serving sha-cunt

Pls get better jewelry

Def not gay.

Caleb:

Getting Ryan from TDRR vibes: big pretty dude who is not the brightest

Tries to charm ppl with his looks like Alejandro or Justin

Very proud of his body

Brawn not brain

Chase:

Seems annoying

Looks twelve

Lightning McQueen personified

Very chipper

Probably tries to be cool

^ Fails

Damien:

Looks like he wants to be cool

Seems laid-back

Possibly more outgoing than he looks

Emma:

She looks like a secret sha-cunt

Courtney 2.0 (even has the sweater)

Slay lesbian palette

Could be nice, bug probably isn't (sorry girl)

Probably valedictorian. Get her some glasses and she'll look like 🤓👆

Julia:

Getting Taylor from TDRR vibes; like Taylor mixed with Lindsey or Dakota Seems rich

Probably likes to party

Has a boyfriend

Owns a nice car

Wears contacts

Nonchalant about most things

Millie:

Seems sweet

Why her feet built like that...

Kinda just seems normal & basic

Maybe she's secretly crazy and is Courtney 2.0

MK:

Looks cozy

An artist

Goes on morning walks

Pretty normal

Why is she yellow :/

Short

Nichelle:

Looks slay

Seems nice :)

Probably the least insane

Gets voted out quickly

Priya:

She joined just because

Looks like she has a computer job

Seems nice and helpful

Doesn't care about winning all that much

Raj:

Hockey bro

His team jersey reminds me of Bokuto from Haikyuu

Probably dumb

Rock Lee eyebrows

Treats hockey like life or death

The orange shoes are not serving sha-cunt

Uses three-in-one shampoo/conditioner/bodywash and probably doesn't even wash his body that much. Or his hair.

Tyler 2.0

Ripper:

Stupid ass name

Looks annoying

Will probably be the focus of a lot of gross out jokes

Talks like a stereotypical jock

^ Sounds like Tyler

Scary Girl:

It's giving Spinel from Steven Universe

Smiles creepily for no reason

Way too intense about the competition

Other contestants are scared of her

She has Gojo eyes and is always looking at people

Short, wears boots to be taller

Wayne:

Looks like Tyler, Duncan, and Trent all at once

Stupid

Doesn't know what da hell is going on

Can't do basic math

On hockey team

Clumsy

Also uses three-in-one shampoo/conditioner/body wash

Zee:

Looks like he wants to skate, but is bad at it

Getting big Shaggy Rogers vibes

Why your limbs so long

Looks like he can drive a van

Stoner

Maybe he dabbles in videogames

Season Predictions:

Thinks the first ones voted off will be Zee or Ripper & the finalists will be Bowie & Scary Girl.

Thinks Chase and Priya will be least favorites since they look kinda boring and like they got nothing going on — but Emma also seems like she'll be annoying.

Favorite is probably gonna be Bowie, he seems funny. Scary Girl seems like she'll be entertaining too.

Ship predictions: someone will probably be in love with Scary Girl. Really hope Ripper is not Bowie's love interest.

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deedoop · 2 years

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Autumn Nights

Eddie and Billy watch Elvira's Movie Macabre every Friday night. For the second time this week Billy is late for the B-Rated movie spectacular.

It was pouring heavily outside, the sound of rain cracking against the tin of the trailer. In the dead of night, only lightning illuminated the trailer park in brief shocking flashes. Inside the trailer was Eddie Munson and one busty mistress of the dark. The television was the only light in the living room of the trailer, shining blues and dark colors across Eddie’s face. Jiffy Pop was popping on the stove, the one with extra butter just like Billy liked. Billy who was late.

”I’m glad to see you back and you’re glad to see my front. Welcome back to Elvira's Movie Macabre it’s your mistress Elvira..”

Eddie groaned, uncrossing his legs and standing up. The popcorn was done and Elvira was damn near finished with her monologue. He rushed over to the kitchen and grabbed the old metal bowl, the one every midwest family had that was used for everything from puke, to punch, to popcorn. The Camaro roared down the street, the sound of tires squealing in the water, swaths of mud splashing from a puddle as the car jolted into a stop.

The car door slammed and with heavy stomps, a pounding knock banged on his door. “Let me in freak! It’s pouring!” Billy shouted through the old cracked door. Eddie was half tempted to leave him out there, he was late for the second week in a row. Eddie didn’t want to admit it, but he looked forward to these nights and- “Let me in!” Billy shouted louder. Eddie snorted and shook his head, opening the door to his trailer.

“You look like a wet rat.” Eddie teased, watching the blonde whose hair was flat to his head with water take off his muddy boots. He couldn’t help but laugh, Billy looked like a cat who had gotten a bath. “I got the popcorn ready c’mon their showing The Horrible Two Headed Transplant tonight!” Eddie sat down firmly on the thin carpet of his living room, popcorn bowl firmly in place in front of him.

Billy let out a heavy sigh, shrugging off his wet jacket. He took his time, just letting his body relax. Eddie’s trailer was a haven whether Eddie knew it or not. Billy ran his fingers through his rain soaked hair and shook his head like a dog, sending droplets of rain water across the trailer.

“Billy!” Eddie threw a kernel of popcorn at him and shook his head, laughing big and wide. Eddie’s laughter, his smile, it was contagious and Billy found himself smirking. Eddie’s big smile made his heart flutter, made his stomach flutter with anxious butterflies.

He liked to say he didn’t know why he loved coming to Eddie’s to watch the one and only Elvira, liked to pretend it was cause Neil didn’t let him watch that kinda crap at home, but it wasn’t the B movies that kept Billy coming and he knew it deep down. It was Eddie Munson and the way he made his heart race more than Grave Of The Vampire ever could.

He sat himself down beside Eddie, “Sorry for being late dude. Neil was up my ass about going out in the rain and..” Well a lot more than that, but he didn’t want to tell Eddie, even if he was pretty sure Eddie had an idea of his homelife. The other man just patted his back and leaned his back against the couch.

“It’s no big deal man. I get it.” Eddie didn’t elaborate on what he got and maybe Billy was glad he didn’t. He tried to focus on Elvira, on the shitty B-rated film before him, but Eddie was so warm in the cold fall night and he couldn’t stop smiling no matter how hard he tried at how Eddie was shoveling popcorn into his face.

“Dude! You’re gonna make yourself sick!” Billy punched him in the shoulder, stealing the bowl away from him. Eddie lunged over, tackling Billy, the popcorn bowl spilling all over the floor. “Shit!” Eddie yelled, “Damn it Hargrove!” The two boys wrestled on the ground, amidst crackling popcorn, their laughter drowning out the screams from the movie.

It finally with Eddie on top, his face scrunched up, tongue between his teeth in a look of snotty victory. “Now what Hargrove? You gonna keep talkin’ shit about my popcorn eatin’ habits? I got the higher ground!” Billy was bright red, it felt as if the air had been sucked out of his lungs. Here was Eddie Munson, straddled on his hips, holding his arms down above him, just inches from his face. His breath smelled of weed and popcorn and this close Billy could count every freckle like they were stars.

“If this makes anyone in the audience feel sick, put your head between your knees and enjoy yourselves.”

“Billy? Dude you okay?” Eddie’s eyes scrunched in concern, his friend was practically frozen on the ground, bright red, eyes all big and wide. Had he done something wrong? Did he hurt him? He made to let go of the blonde beneath him but Billy pulled away from his grip with ease and pulled the metalhead into a kiss.

Billy sat up, kissing Eddie’s greasy lips, tasting the popcorn they had fought over and it felt as if the kiss lasted forever but it was only a few seconds before Eddie ripped away out of shock. “Shit- shit I’m sorry!” Billy was frantic, shaking, his eyes once big and dazed were now wide with fear. “Fuck! Fuck! I don’t know why I did that!” He scrambled to his feet, grabbing his jacket and failing to put it on properly in his panicked haste.

“Woah woah! Billy! Billy stop!” Eddie yelled, thunder crashing outside, the rain had only gotten heavier as the night had progressed. “Stop!” He grabbed Billy firmly by the wrist, eyes narrowed in concern. “Number one you’re an idiot if you think I’m going to let you drive home in this weather cause well not even the most expert paladin could let alone you.” Billy almost had to stop himself from rolling his eyes dramatically, if it wasn’t for the sheer panic coursing through his veins, he would’ve thunked him on the head.

“Two, I..well I didn’t mind the kiss.” Now Eddie was flustered, all blushing and nervous, averting his eyes to the carpet littered with popcorn. “I mean like I wouldn’t mind doing it again but yannow..without the suddenness. I was just surprised.” He pulled Billy closer, his hand still on his wrist, burning Billy with its warmth. Eddie leaned down ever so slightly and tipped Billy’s chin up, pressing his lips to Billy.

They stayed that way for a moment, the thunder and the rain, Elvira and the terrible movie the only noise in the background. It was Billy who finally pulled away, slowly, savoring the moments, the warmth of the kiss. His heart fluttered and he swallowed down his anxiety. They sank back to the floor without another word, but they were closer, hands loosely clasping together. Eddie rested his head against Billy’s broad shoulders. No words were spoken, they didn’t need to be. At least not yet. For now they could enjoy the moment and figure what this meant later.

“Unpleasant dreams..”

#mungrove #eddie munson #billy hargrove #ficlet

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raplinesmoon · 2 years

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All Roads Lead Back To You (KNJ x F!Reader) - Teaser

pairing: Namjoon x reader (based on the Bollywood movie Jab We Met) genres/au/rating: fluff, angst, humor, smut, strangers to friends to lovers, 18+ summary: Namjoon doesn’t remember the moment he went from a powerful business tycoon to little more than an aimless wanderer. Tired of the path his life is going on, he boards a train, not knowing where it’ll lead him. What he doesn’t expect is to meet you on board, the girl that would change his life forever.

warnings: brief depressive episode right below the cut (TW), brief mention of drugs, more for the fic

word count: 706 for the teaser, currently 6.3k for the fic, expected 10-15k

a/n: hi everyone!! i’ve been working on this for the past month, and while progress has been slow to say the least, and I’ve felt like giving up on it multiple times, I want to share this little snippet. JWM is one of my favorite movies, and is totally a mood booster when I’m feeling down. I’ve always seen Namjoon fit the role of Aditya perfectly, and I can’t wait for you all to read the finished fic! <3

Namjoon opens up the door between the cabins, watching the train move as fast as lightning underneath his feet. The rocks and gravel rattle underneath him, and the wind whips through his hair. From far away, he can hear the horn of an oncoming train. It’d be so easy to let go right now, he thinks. All his problems would disappear in the blink of an eye.

“What are you doing?” A voice calls out to him, and he swivels around, taking in the sight of you, his seatmate from earlier before. His vision narrows, and all Namjoon can hear is the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears. You’re talking to him, saying something, but he can’t understand a word. All Namjoon can do is breathe heavily, dumbfounded at your incessant questioning.

“Ticket please,” the conductor swings by, and you pull yours out of your pocket. Namjoon is once again seized, panicking under the realization that he doesn’t have a ticket.

“Hey,” you whisper to him, holding out your palm. “He wants to see your ticket. Tick-et.”

“I don’t have a ticket,” his voice feels like lead, hoarse from not using it all day. He’s shocked he even manages to get the words out.

. . .

“Actually,” you whisper. “What happened is that his plans were made at the very last minute, so there was no time for him to buy a ticket. But the train is pretty empty, so why don’t you give him a ticket now?”

The conductor lets out a heavy sigh, looking back over at the man. “Where are you going?”

Again, he doesn’t respond, staring at the pattern on the floor until the conductor snaps his fingers in front of his face.

“W-where is this train going?” he blabbers.

“Last stop!” you decide to save him from the secondhand embarrassment. “Give him a ticket for the last stop. I might as well tell you, there’s been a tragedy in his life recently. It’s bad times.”

You follow Namjoon back to his seat, eyes wide with wonder.

“Dude, what is up! Are you on drugs or something?”

Namjoon looks up at you, his eyes narrowing? What was your deal anyway? You’d been nonstop on his ass ever since you’d sat down.

“Listen,” you put a hand on his shoulder, and he resists the urge to flinch away. “If you’re having any kind of problem, you can tell me! All my friends tell me their problems, and I solve them! I’m like a dear Abby kind of girl. So tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me!”

Namjoon’s had enough.

“It’s you! You’re my problem. You’ve been talking nonstop this entire time! Don’t you understand that I’m not interested in talking to you! I don’t care who you are, I don’t care where you’re going, so just please, please leave me alone!”

Namjoon watches the light flicker from your eyes, and instantly regrets his response. He hadn’t meant to be so harsh.

“Oh my gosh,” he continues. “I’m sorry, I just…”

You perk back up immediately, cutting him off. “It’s okay, I get it! Clearly you’re upset about something, which is why you got upset with me. But it’s okay, I don’t mind! Do you know why? It’s because I can’t be upset by anything these days I’m getting married soon!”

Namjoon’s face contorts into an even more confused expression, bewildered at your change of topic. You were definitely one of the weirdest people he’d ever met.

“Listen,” you lean in, like you’re telling him a secret. “I’m going to elope. My parents don’t approve of him, so that’s why we’re running away. But my motto has always been act first, ask for forgiveness later anyway.”

And from there, you launch back into one of your animated discussions, rambling about everything from the mountains outside to wedding dresses you want to wear. Surprisingly, Namjoon doesn’t find it as annoying as he did before. For the first time tonight, he’s grateful to have someone by his side, spending time with him, after so many months of loneliness. Even when the lights go out, you stumble into bed, still whispering about nothing and everything at once, and he feels the ghost of a smile light up his face.

a/n pt 2: i hope you’re as excited as I am!

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thegeminisage · 10 months

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okay, i had to leave farosh and grab my lightroot before she could light up again, but i also got to hit a yiga camp. now i need to figure out how to find kohga OR start looking for those signs. i think the gerudo highlands is both with one stone

got the sign in the highlands! there was actually only one. got four more near hyrule ridge and one in the desert and i think that's it?!

oh no jk two in the desert. rip

bars on the yiga clan hideout from this side (side where kohga fell in botw)...BOOOOO let me INNNNN

cackling. went up to the front door in my yiga threads and this npc thinks im one of them

ok, THIS is what i thought i was doing earlier when i found all those frogs

i wonder what happens if i take off my mask...?

saving first lol

damn i get my ass beat is what lol. it wasnt a hard fight but three guys at once plus all these sages makes for a hectic time

omg theres like stores in here!! lol including a banana store

i like the music as well

all these guys trying to sell me vehicles...whats up with THAT lol

omg the lightning helm!!! "our" sacred treasure THAT BELONGS TO THE GERUDO YOU JERKS...yet another lore breaking moment.........

earthwake technique!!!! yeahhh this is what i got spoiled for. im gonna keep fighting until i get it >:(

i got it that quickly?! but i can keep going for the helm i think...

"if youre this talented you might be a match for link" LMAOOO

oh i see. apparently this thunder helm is a yiga COPY. whatever nintendo

that's that i guess! really didn't take long...i'm gonna hit this chasm and grab a lightroot, then warp back to the tower and take the other chasm to get closer to gerudo town so i can go get kohga

oh damn landed right on top of one

ohhh i can see several more way in the distance...FAR too tempting and also they're in the wrong direction, i gotta book it right now lol before i can look around anymore

ok, down the new chasm, already see a lightroot in the correct direction. i'm coming for his ass

i forgot what it was like when the depths was truly dark. i see lightroots in every direction bc ive never been anywhere close to here. crazy.

man i seriously need to trade in some poes. i've got over 900

MINER'S MASK!!!! cool..............

at least you can use mineru to walk over gloom. i'd be bummed if she wasn't good for SOMETHING

oh hey i can go over 999 poes! what a relief...

oh theres the man himself!!!!

GOOD LORD WHAT IS HE RIDING NOW..........it flies AND has wheels. i want one

god this fucking music fucking slaps

i wish i hadnt killed those yiga earlier...i really want to steal one of their planes now lol. i dont wanna build something myself...

i built a rocket platform, but it's kinda one use only :/

A FUCKING CANNON?? LMAOOO

oh my god i'm eating shit!!!

i'm actually having more fun using the spring in this area to fly up, shoot him in slowmo, and then kick his ass lol

incredible. got him again. this is so fun

oh, this about a weapon again...they're usuaing crystalized charges to replenish something for ganondorf...i bet it's the secret stone

this is the most fun i've ever had in my entire life. i love this dude

it's wild though. same fight, different music, it might feel less fun? score has such an impact...

alright, NEXT UP...the mine under zora's domain. happily i can simply fast travel to this one

SCREEEEAM the super bright headlights are SO good. every time. like those douchebags in the pickups irl

LOLLLLLL I STOLE HIS RIDE!!!!!!

back down he goes. i kinda wish i had done these earlier and spaced them out more...he's a fucking blast. i didn't know there were multiple fights! i figured there was just one rematch and i'd wanna do it near the end/when i got to the gerudo region, lol

oh wow. they found the demon king himself...a bit sinister actually

HEBRA??? oh no.......

oh no wait!!! it's just under rito village, i got that already. whew

a weapon to the demon king...REBORN?? GHIRAHIM??????

i know it's not ghirahim. let a girl dream

omg he's being kinda serious rn...girl...

A MECH????????????

bro. i could be doing a mech fight rn. im not gonna bc i dont like riding the mech but i COULD BE.

WHAT THE FUCJ KIND OF LASERBEAMS ARE THOSE LOL

he put up a shield. guess i have to summon mineru to knock him into the electrified fence...tho i wonder what would happen if you had got this far and didn't have her?!

GOT HIS ASS!

oh man i miss these fights already. soooo fucking good and fun

k......kohga rocket???

OMFG LMAOOOOO I LOVE THIS

TEAM ROCKET IS LITERALLY BLASTING OFF AGAIN,. INCREDIBLE 10/10

ok truly. stellar work. he went down a hole last time and up a hole this time. sorry for saying hole like that

(for some reason i had to break here. apparently there is now a 4096 character limit on text blocks???)

ugh sexy i got so many crystalized charges for doing this...i have GOT to upgrade my battery

nice, i FINALLY started on my second battery meter

swinging by lookout landing to talk to the poe statue but i'm NOT talking to purah. i'm not ready for all that yet

ok. now im gonna see if i can grab a few more hudson signs before bed, so tomorrow i can get right to it...

frankly, i'm not fucking around. i'd love to explore the desert properly someday but for now i'm just gonna fly there with the bike

both desert signs done! man, i didn't even hit the nearby cave but i got shit to do. one more thing before i leave the desert, though...i wanted to see the corner of the world <3 where the great fairy used to be lol

great skeleton CAVE? what happened to the skeleton???

oh. there it is. wtf is it doing in here...

all one big room...i can even see the frog from here

apparently there's a korok seed INSIDE this cave?????? that is NOT how that's supposed to work lol

and finally, off to hyrule ridge.......

not a tower or anything really close to this area...i'll start at lindor's brow and do the best i can

first one: mt rhoam!! easy to get to from the tower. i'll glide for the next and then maybe bust out the bike

this second one i was most worried abt because its near ACTUAL hyrule ridge which contains Hands. but irony of ironies when i got close i'd already done it early on and never marked it!! two left...

god it feels sacrilegious not to stop for some of these seeds lol. DIRECT PATH ONLY.........

lol i'm down by tamio river directly under washa's bluff and. the framerate of this river rn. rip

like everything is fine. it's JUST the river

omg omg omg okay LAST ONE.......

it's by a shrine. should i get that one first?? no, i waited too long.....

HE'S ALL OUT OF SIGNS.........................

aww i got some fabric. but more importantly he finally gets to go home...shrine, and then i'm warping to tarrey town to say hi, and THEN going to bed lol

omg its a trick shrine lol. wet thorns

i can't find addison :( he's not where hduson is...don't tell me he's not actually here?!

ok, i googled it, and apparently no matter what he just hangs out at stables?! dude, you should get to go home!!!! i'm gonna go to a stable to find him...dueling peaks stable, of course

lol on googling this btw. i got a theory on reddit that says he's hudson's illegitimate child (head shape, hero worship). hilarious but also sad

aw. wait. wait...

he's standing in the same sign holding pose!! maybe they didn't have time to animate another one lol. or no he definitely stands normally sometimes. they did it for the bit

he's supporting the stable trotters and he doesn't need my help to do it 🥺 im happy for him but he deserves to go home!!!!!!!!

"why are you bothering me"?! AFTER ALL THE GOOD TIMES WE SHARED.....this is so hilariously unsatisfying. this game and completionist quests. i bet the reward for korok seeds is poop just like last time

ok. good grief. im going to BED!!!

tomorrow, the END......................

#personal #loz blogging #totk lb #totk spoilers

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kiunlo · 1 year

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FINALLY drew one of my oc's who has been spinning around in my head for like. 2 years maybe. more info about him below if you care cuz i'm gonna write a lot of stuff

So basically this is my dude Sunny, known by his superhero name as Stormbringer <3 He's a metahuman with a lot of interesting different abilities that connect to like, the weather, the land, atmosphere etc. He's mostly known for making lightning and stuff but he's able to do other stuff too, like manipulating the other elements such as fire, water and other shit. I know some people are gonna be like "lmao airbender from atla" but actually I based his abilities off of what shamans from world of warcraft can do lmao. which is..somewhat similar.

As for his personality and just who Sunny in general is, he's an Australian Aboriginal man of the Gamilaraay people (like me!) Around about mid 20s when he joins the Justice League. He's a chill guy who's mostly patient with people and situations, and gets along with pretty much anybody he comes across (unless they're being a cunt lol). He can be a bit mischievous and likes to be naughty occasionally.

As a superhero, he goes John Stewart's route and decides to not have a secret identity because he thinks that shit is too much effort, but he also wants other Aboriginal people to have a public figure like himself to look up to and stuff. I'd say he's less likely to do crime-fighting stuff, and he's more like a fire fighter and a disaster relief guy (just with superpowers).

Also his "superhero suit" is just whatever the hell he's wearing at the time of a crisis LMAO he doesn't have the money nor the ability to always have a "proper" costume so sometimes he's just. wearing shorts. and nothing else. LMAO. but when he can, he will throw his custom jacket over his shirt and bugger off to wherever he needs to go. I imagine that he just bought a random ass wind-proof jacket for cheap and then painted the blue lightning design with fabric paint, and then glued a bunch of light blue glitter over the top :) and that's the extent of his "superhero suit".

I have wayyyyy more info on Sunny but I think I've written a hell of a lot already, so if you wanna know more just @ me or sum shit and i'd be happy to share more :)

#dc #dc oc #original character #australian aboriginal #art #my art #Stormbringer #ash's personal tag #indigenous

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tanzanite-zircon · 2 years

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The Fractured but Whole: Freedom Pals Unite! Chapter 2: Starting today, you’re a Freedom Pal

I feel the cool mountain air caress my cheek and gently blow my long, brown hair back as Stan and I speed walk along the icy sidewalk. I carefully watch my step as I step over icy puddles and small snow piles, following Stan … err, Toolshed, to the Freedom Pal’s base. Toolshed says that their base is at Token’s house, so we’ll have to cut across the playground to get there, since the other road is blocked for a concert to perform tonight. I suddenly hear an annoyed and yet scared cry ahead of us.

“Who would do such a thing?! It’s just so MEAN!”

(Mr. Marsh?) Toolshed and I turn our speed walk into a jog as we head towards Randy. I see him heavily applying wax to the hood of an orange SUV.

“Dad,” Toolshed calls, “What’s wrong?” Randy slightly jumps at the sound of Toolshed’s voice before dropping his rag and turning towards us.

“Oh Stan, it’s you,” Randy sighs, “Wait, what are you doing with my tools?”

“I’m not Stan right now dad, I’m Toolshed,” he protests, “I need these to help me and the Freedom Pals fight crime.”

“Oh, you’re playing superheroes again. Well, how about you and your little sidekick go on a mission for me” Randy says.

(A mission?)

“Sure dad, how can we help,” Stan replies.

“Someone has been keying your mother’s car at night,” Randy growls, “It’s happening EVERY night. I thought it was just one of you damn kids but, well … Here, come here, take a look at this.” Randy turns on his heels and walks towards his garage and lifts up the garage door. Toolshed looks at me with a mixture of shock and concern. I guess he didn’t know about this. We walk into the Marsh’s garage and up to Randy’s workbench.

“Whoever is scratching the car is also leaving notes,” Randy explains, “I’m just scared it’s a …jilted lover or something.”

“What have they been writing dad,” Toolshed questions.

“ʻYou won’t forget me THAT easy.’ ‘I thought we had something.’ ‘I’ll tell the world about you, bitch,’” Randy lists.

(Dude, this is serious!)

“Listen, I’m sick of having to buff that shit out,” Randy snarls, “Can you boys just catch the guy who’s doing this to your mother’s car? The guy only comes out at night. If you succeed, I’ll follow you guys on Coonstagram. I’m sure your team would want me as a follower- I’m a pretty big deal in this town.” Randy then picks up a polisher buffer and continues his work on the SUV.

(Wait. What the fuck is Coonstagram?)

“Coonstagram is a social network created by Doctor Timothy,” Toolshed explains, “He made it when we were all part of Coon and Friends.”

(Doctor Timothy? … Oh, you must mean Timmy. I didn’t know he was so good with networking.)

“Well, don’t worry about the car creep dad,” Toolshed beams, “Just leave it to Freedom Pals!” We then jog out of the garage and continue our way across the sidewalk. I can’t help but feel myself softly groan after leaving the Marsh’s garage. I thought I would be used to handling Randy’s shit, especially after everything he had me do during the Stick of Truth. I had to face Nazi zombies, government agents, and had to disarm a snuke up Mr. Slave’s ass, but now he’s asking me and his own son to track down some car-keying whack-job who’s most likely insane in the membrane! I guess Toolshed noticed my annoyance.

“Yeah, my dad can drive me up a wall too,” Toolshed sighs, “But, it’s kind of thanks to him that I have my mental control over all power tools … according to my backstory. … You want to hear it? We have a few more minutes before we reach the base.”

I see Toolshed give me a hopeful grin and I see his eyes sparkle with excitement. I guess backstories are a big deal in the superhero world.

(… I can’t say no to that face.) I give him a sweet grin and a quick nod to show him that I’m all ears. I can’t help but feel warmth wash over my heart to see Toolshed light up like a Christmas tree as he begins his origin story.

“Sweet! Well, when I was just a child my father was in the garage, working on a project,” Toolshed laments, “There was a huge storm and lightning blew my father of his workbench. I ran to help him, but at that moment another blast somehow fused his power tools onto my body. I became a superhero, while my father was left mentally impaired. Perhaps Toolshed wants to help his father because he feels he could have saved him all those years ago”

(No offense dude, but I think your dad has always been mentally impaired, or just stupid All of the adults in this quiet mountain town are stupid! It’s not your fault so don’t blame yourself.) I place a comforting hand on Toolshed’s shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. He gently squeezes my hand and offers me a grateful smile as a way to say thank you. I look away from Toolshed to see how much farther we would need to walk, only to find that we are at the gates of Dark Meadows. I jump back in shock to see we already arrived.

(Holy shit! I was so caught up in the drama of his back story that I didn’t notice we already got here! That must’ve been some speed walk!) I hear Toolshed softly chuckle as he walks towards the entrance gate. He quickly looks around before motioning me over.

“Looks like the security guard is off duty,” Toolshed declares, “That’s great for us, since he always tries to keep the riff raff out. He’s been letting me in since he knows me as one of Tupperware’s friends, but he would not be so welcoming to you after you disgraced him last time.”

(Token’s superhero persona is called Tupperware? I wonder what kind of powers Tupperware offers.) Toolshed unhitches the latch on the metal gate, pushes the door open, and re-latches the lock when I step through into the Black’s front yard. We walk along the driveway and cross over to the front door. I watch Toolshed knock three times on the dark brown door and within a few seconds, Mrs. Black answers.

“Oh, hello Stan,” Mrs. Black beams, “Back from patrol I see. The boys are downstairs playing.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Black,” Toolshed replies, “I hope you don’t mind but I invited the new kid to join us.” I give Mrs. Black a friendly smile and casually wave my hand.

“It’s no problem Stan,” Mrs. Black says, “You two have fun.” She turns on her heels and walks into the kitchen. We wipe our feet on the welcome mat and enter the house.

(Man, this house is awesome! I think this is the first time I’ve been inside Token’s house.) I shake off my amazement and follow Toolshed to the basement door. I gaze up at the Freedom Pals logo, an eagle, on the door. I watch Toolshed tap some sort of code into an electronic padlock and then grasp the door handle.

“Let me go in first dude,” Toolshed gently demands, “I’ll butter them up for you.” Toolshed opens the basement door and begins to ascend down the stairs. I wait for Toolshed to be about 5 steps ahead of me before I start to step down myself. I stop after 4 steps, lean against the handrail, and wait for Toolshed to send me in. I hear a deep, slightly raspy voice greet Toolshed. I guess that must be Mysterion from Toolshed’s communicator.

“There you are Toolshed,” I hear Mysterion greet, “Did you find any leads?”

“Sorry guys, I didn’t find any news about the crime syndicate,” Toolshed sighs, “I did receive a mission from my dad. Someone’s been keying my mom’s car at night and been leaving threatening notes.”

“Hey, maybe the guy who’s keying the car is part of a gang or something,” I hear a high pitch voice imply.

(Wait. Isn’t that Tweek’s voice? His voice sure has gotten more confident ever since he and Craig got together.)

“I appreciate the optimism Wonder Tweek,” I hear Mysterion reply, “but I don’t think keying a car can level up to the crimes of smuggling drugs and robberies.”

“At least we have something one of us can do tonight,” I hear a voice with an echoed sound declare, “But if we don’t find a lead or more missions soon, by my calculations, Coon and Friends will get ahead of us for good.”

(That must be Token. It wouldn’t surprise me that Cartman would take the easy route to get ahead.)

“Well, I think I found someone who can even the playing field,” Toolshed beams, “Come on down dude.” I shift of the railing and continue down the stairs. As I turn to descend the final three steps, I see three other members of Freedom Pals.

I can see that Token’s superhero persona, Tupperware, lives up to his name. His body is completely armored with Tupperware parts, complete with a small utility belt and a pair of light gray surgical gloves.

As for Tweek, or should I say Wonder Tweek, I see that he sports a deep blue shirt with the red initials WT, navy-blue slacks, and brown gloves. I also notice a head band, the same color as his shirt, with his superhero name printed on it.

The final hero must be Mysterion, and I must say, he has quite the iconic superhero image. His costume consists of a light purple shirt with a bright green M, light purple pants, a dark purple cloak with a bright green question mark on a spring on the top, a pair of olive green gloves, a black belt and mask, and a pair of brown combat boots. Heck, he even has a pair of underwear on the outside of the pants. The only problem is that I can’t tell which on my friends this guy is at first glance. He almost completely covers his face and his voice is disguised. I slightly squint to try to focus on any feature that can give me a clue on who he is. My eyes finally fall on his eyes. I defiantly know those firm, yet gentle eyes.

(Hold on. … Holy shit! It’s Kenny! Man, I’m used to seeing him as loving and joyful, not like a mini Batman.) I shake off my shock and try to act casual. I offer a friendly smile and wave.

“I think Douchebag would be a great addition to our team, what do you guys think,” Toolshed offers. The three of them exchange glances before turning back to me and Toolshed.

“Toolshed,” Mysterion sighs, “are you sure this is a good idea? Don’t get me wrong, Douchebag is a great fighter, and a great friend, but wasn’t he just playing with Cartman and the others? There are photos of him with them on Coonstagram.”

“They were playing Fighters of Zaron,” Toolshed reveals, “but they kicked the new kid out when they switched to superheroes.”

“Coon and Friends have tried to trick us before,” Tupperware growls, “They could be using the new kid to keep us at bay.”

“Well, what do we do,” Wonder Tweek asks, “Can we trust him or not?” I can’t help but feel ice begin to chill my heart to hear their hesitation to let me in, but I guess it’s not without reason. I did switch sides in our last game.

[I believe I can reveal the truth to this predicament.]

(Huh? Who said that? That voice sounded like my conscious, or something in that sense.) I see a curtain with space themed images separate. A shadowy figure emerges with the sound of slightly squeaky wheels following it. I then remember that Toolshed mentioned Doctor Timothy when we were still at his house.

(The voice must’ve come from Timmy. … Wait, since when can Timmy talk in full sentences? And what’s up with the gentleman tone of voice?) I hear the sound of a curtain being pulled to the side and, sure enough, a curtain with space themed images opens. I hear the sound of slightly squeaky wheels moving and I see a shadowy figure emerge from behind the curtain. As the figure comes into the light, I can definitely see that it’s Timmy, wheelchair and all.

(Wow, Timmy is one sharp dressed man.) He’s dressed in a navy-blue jacket covering a white dress shirt and red tie. He also has a red and black checkered blanked draped across his lap. He wheels himself to the center of the room and places his right index finger on his right temple.

[Hello my friend, it is good to see you.] I jump back in total shock.

(Woah, how did I hear that!? He didn’t even move his lips!)

“Doctor Timothy is a Psychic,” Toolshed whispers, “he has the ability to read minds and temporarily bend reality.”

(Sweet mother of all that’s holy! He can really do that?!)

[Please forgive us for our skepticism new kid. Our franchise war with Coon and Friends has us on edge.]

“Doc,” Mysterion urges, “we don’t mean to come off as bitter, but we can’t be too careful when it comes to Cartman and anything related to him. I’m afraid this includes the new kid.”

[I know Mysterion, but I believe the new kid deserves the benefit of doubt. After all, giving him a chance is what our creed stands for.]

“Of course, Doc,” Mysterion sighs, “Retribution but with Inclusion.”

(Retribution but with Inclusion? That’s some motto.) Doctor Timothy suddenly moves closer to me.

[New kid, if you will permit me, I wish to see your actions from this morning to when you first arrived.]

(You want to read my mind?! … Well, if it will prove that I’m not with Cartman.) I slowly nod my head to let Timmy know he can go ahead. He gives me a gentle smile.

[You may feel a little woozy at first new kid, but let me know if it becomes too much for you.] Doctor Timothy squints and places his right index finger back on his right template. I suddenly feel a slight wave of dizziness take over me. I hold my head as I try to steady myself. Everything goes black for a few seconds. I can’t hear anything. I suddenly see a collection of images appear, images I recognize.

[Welcome to your memories new kid.]

(Timmy?! … Wait, are we able to talk to each other in here?)

[Indeed … my dear.]

(My dear?! Why would you … you can hear my real voice, can’t you?)

[Yes, every thought you make is heard in here. In your real voice.]

(…)

[New kid, why did you make us believe you were a boy?]

(… My parents. As long as I could remember, they forced me to identify as a boy. I don’t really know why, but I always had this nagging feeling that my parents wish I was born a boy.) An image of when I was six appears in from of us. I’m standing outside my parent’s bedroom, my ear pressed against the door. This was the third house we lived in that year. I hear the argument that made me feel like my parents wanted a boy.

“We’re making her feel confused Chris,” my mother screams.

“It’s for her own good Kelly,” my father yells back, “You know damn well why her pretending to be a boy is what’s best for us!”

“Best for us, or best for you,” my mother growls.

“You know what,” my father snarls, “if she was just born a boy and not an emotional girl like you, we wouldn’t have to live on the run!”

“And who’s fault is that Chris,” I hear my mother sneer. The memory stops and moves into the back ground with my other memories.

[My God, I never would have thought … I’m so sorry new kid.]

(My family issues are not your fault Doc. I am sorry I lied to you guys about my gender, but I’ve been doing this for years. … Can we get back to …)

[… Of course, my friend. Now please think back to this morning.] Images of this morning begin to play in front of us. I see everything from me sitting on my royal throne, my parents having their suddenly more common argument over my friendships, slaying the dragon, Cartman revealing the Scrambles poster, me being kicked out because my dad fucked my mom, and finally to when Toolshed freed me from Cartman’s living room.

[I’m sorry I doubted you new kid. It would give me great honor to have you as the newest member of Freedom Pals.]

(You don’t have to offer twice!)

[Excellent! It will be great to work with you again. We are starting to fall into turmoil.]

(Hey, I remember Tupperware mentioning that you need more missions and leads. Before Cartman kicked me out, I got a good look at the poster he had. Here, take a look.) An image of Cartman holding the Scrambles poster approaches us. Timmy looks at the poster for a few seconds. He turns back to me with a grateful grin on his face.

[New kid, you’re amazing. This could be the lead we have been looking for to track down the crime syndicate!]

(… Sally. My name is Sally.)

[Heh, well then Sally, I believe it’s time I introduced our newest member to the team. And I believe you should know how we came to be the Freedom Pals. … Oh, and your secret is safe with me.] Some bright light envelopes my line of sight. When the light dies out from my eyelids, I slowly open my eyes. I see Timmy smile warmly at me.

[The new kid is not with Cartman. I am ready to allow him into Freedom Pals. I trust there are no objections?] I look around the room and I notice Mysterion, Tupperware, and Wonder Tweek exchanging glances. Toolshed is already beaming; he was ready for me to join for a while now. After a few seconds of silence, they all turn to me with approving smiles on their faces.

(Looks like I passed initiation.)

#the fractured but whole #south park #new kid sp #mysterion #tupperware #wonder tweek #toolshed #doctor timothy #fanfic #my writing

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marune2 · 2 years

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Nacht and Morgan personality swap Au

(In this Au are just the personality swap the mental problems they have is the same like to Nacht have this he don’t want to light soiled of Morgan and Morgan’s problem this he wants Nacht much more time whit him sompfing like this)

All began as Morgan and Nacht hang araund in the city as some random dude throwing his Macig at them and bomm

Morgan: what whas this your mangy Bast€rt I gona kick your ass how dare your too attack my Brother and my!!!!!“in this moment he put the wizard k.o. Whit his lightning spell

Nacht: Morgan did your swearing?! Don’t swear your too innocent four this !!! What happen?!

Morgan: No worry Brother I find out what happen and make him paying four this“sey he and have a malicious look on his face

Nacht: Morgan this is Not your be nice again I pfing we have big problem“sey he abaut too cry

Morgan: I’m nice my dear Brother wo know I pfing we just bring him in the grey dear and punched him the true out captain Julius know what too do the old Mann know what he do in some point

Nacht:It’s Ok plz don’t do sompfing bad ok? Your old Mann can do something four sour let’s go

Morgan:ok my dear brother everything four you“smile

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At the gray dear

Yami : ach Morgan what make your here whit ure Sassy Bastart here“yami fell sompfing of abaut the touw

Morgan: shut up don’t talk abaut him like this yami your are sassy too shut up your moron

Nacht:Morgan don’t say this this is wrong sorry yami

Yami: have I’m a stroke what the fuck just happened

Morgan: No your don’t just shut up wo is captain Julius we Need the old Mann now

Nacht:Morgan….we put under some spell I pfing we bring the guy wo did this don’t kill him ok

Yami: the old Mann is in the office I pfinking

Morgan: your pfings I Hope so Great

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On the office

Julius: how interesting your personality god swapped …. This is sooo cool!!

Morgan: jaja captain sure that's nice too see Brother Be nice but is there something this have swapped too?

Nacht: how can we make this undone

Julius: as long a can see it’s just your personality nothing else but we look how make it undone

Nacht: this were nice

Morgan: what ever as long Nothing else is happen too us it’s fine I mean I fell Nice

Nacht: sure Morgan ……..“he wispert :way this happened Morgan is too brithe four this and innocent…..

Julius: I pfing your too should stay together whit yami there he is the closest is too your and can tell if there is something wrong ok

Morgan: what ever it’s be nice whit Brother here your can joining us in the magic knight Brother

Nacht: Morgan …. I don’t want this how many time I need too say this

Morgan: com on Nacht we can have lot of fun it’s interesting

Nacht:No is No Morgan

Morgan:I’m not done whit this …….

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And so begins yami’s Nightmare in some point’s Morgan can be worse than Nacht whit this personality he glared at everything this coming too close to Nacht and he make fell every one more worse as Nacht can do and he didn’t know this Morgan can swearing like this this is wrong

And Nacht is toooooo nice and trying to slow down Morgan’s aggressive part what the real pain is yami can’t not more realy say what Nacht pfinking and go in the deanger great

Yami’s Conclusion at time Morgan Like Nacht A lot and want him four himself and hate all wo are bad to Nacht and Nacht have a shi€y confidence and many mental problems twins are a big pain in the ass

#black clover #nacht faust #morgen faust #nacht #morgan #yami sukehiro #yami #julius #julius novachrono #personality swap #crack fic #crack treated seriously #black clover au #grey dear

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rageofdyinglight · 4 months

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All of my thoughts and reactions (that i remeber) to tma season 1 + the first 7 episodes of s2 because i didn’t get the chance to really live react

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- heavily attached to jon but i can’t tell if i want him or want him to be my father

- actually had to skip most of ep 6 because it grossed me out too bad

- there’s so much reliance on remembering stuff from earlier episodes BUT IM STUPUD

- live laugh love gerard keay stupid emo ass

- dreamer is BY FAR my favorite episode it’s SO COOL the idea of the husks of almost dead people in the not quite right city, it’s actually really funny because i have a ttrpg character i’m playing right now that has a very very similar concept, down to the death omens, black tendrils, and even the pulsing red light leading to somewhere

- i tend to spoil myself for the sake of i want to know more about hyperfixation but can’t consume content fast enough to satiate so i’ve been looking into the entities and it’s fun to try to piece together which entity the ep is based around (bc i think that’s how it works)

- how did jon not realize the construction guy that pulled the tree up in ep 8(i think) is the same guy the priest saw pull up a tree in ep 19/20 what is he stupid even i figured that one out

- i’m having a terrible time here for someone who doesn’t really like body horror

- killing floor made me want to throw up easily most uncomfortable listen for me

- ep 31 is just a dude from europe experiencing Average Appalachian Activities lmao

- i must have missed them talking about jane before because when it started coming up originally i was so confused about what was going on

- as soon as they mentioned the delivery guys (likely the ones from the 2nd ep with the coffin) bringing that table i KNEW someone was going to get yoinked and i was RIGHT

- why was gertrude kind of a badass

- live laugh love mike crew

- seriously i cant wait to find out more about what was chasing him (<- his ass LOVES lightning imagery)

- LIVE LAUGH LOVE MICAHEL DISTORITION

- the technical effects on its voice is SO cool oh my god just the subtle clips and echos that add into the inhuman-ness is GRGEGHRGRGGRGR i’m biting at my enclosure

- also off handedly i wonder if michael is somehow tied to the bone tuner thing? bc it mentioned that dude having the long fingers and distorted limbs or whatever idk

- looking forward to more tales from tim on joe spooky

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AND THATS IT FOR NOW- loving the show so far i’m excited to watch it unfold

#the magnus archives #the magnus institute #the magnus pod #tma #tma podcast #statement001

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mournfulmelodysblog · 2 years

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It’s all very bad and nothing is safe

Chapter 10.2: “Its all very bad and nothing is safe”

Woodrow is stanced and looking a little more confident. That is good even though he might die in the next half hour. Roguru runs up on UwU. UwU gets crunched. She gets massively ripped apart, this is so bad. Everyone hears a booming voice in our head. “I gave you all a chance but you and this coward took advantage of this generosity, now you will die, useless bags of flesh for my children. Nothing special”. Melody sees the damage that Madam Moonthar just took. Melody moves five feet forward and casts spirit guardians. She burns through some sorcery points to make it a bonus action to be able to do an action or cantrip. She casts Firebolt on the main guy. Her spirit guardian looks like Luci from Disenchanted, just little demon guys. “I smell fear *sniff* it is intoxicating”. He dispelled her spirit guardians, what a jackass. “There is something else, grief. Mourning''. Melody, Woodrow, Moonthar, and Elle see a small smile crack over his face. “And guilt. And that's different though. And it's old, it's festering like cancer. I smell it now, the power. I know what it is”. He starts muttering under his breath Melody knows what it is. “Praise him”. It sounds familiar to her but she is unsure why. UwU swings at the big Ruguru, all but one hit. She gets a really good hit in with the last one. “Oh but you. You will make a meal for my kind and your pathetic simulacra will suffer and you will never make the mistake of sending people to die” and he mutters something else. Melody has an aura of come at me motherfucker. He has chosen her next. He swings the sword at her. Melody got hit but the snake came for Woodrow but missed but hits titan. Mogo just watches his friends get bodied. Mogo uses Heal to help UwU at 70 points. Charlie is losing his shit, scared as fuck. “The plan Charlie! We talked about this” Woodrow yells Charlie is yelling at that he needs to move. Charlie is unsure, yelling Left or Right. Woodrow yells back Left. He raises up his hand and hits the Ruguru and kills it. FUCKING KING. Charlie used disintegrate. Molly just does nothing. Charlie moves back behind the pew for coverage. Elle uses summon fey on the big guy. “Indigient little play thing” and swipes at the little dude. Elle casts Psychic Blade on him. Woodrow duped stone skin and casts haste. Dog is a bonus action healing himself. Woodrow gets a crit on the gun sword and uses Arcane Jolt. Woodrow is kicking ass. The dog forces a bite and gets a good one in. Moonthar turns to Melody and asks how bad she is. She is bad.

She reaches over and uses Cure Wounds. She is then going to heal herself with healing light and uses a sorcerer point to re roll. Melody gets closer to him and inflicts wounds. His skin starts turning black, she fucked up that bastard. Melody also goes to attack with her dagger. She then hears “Very good. Very very very good.” Melody is the only one to hear it. UwU uses her hands and starts bashing him in. He uses Movement to get back on top of the stage. He chuckles and says “they are standing in line”. He uses Lightning Bolt and Melody tries to Counterspell but it doesn't work unfortunately. Charlie realizes this is very powerful and casts Counterspell too. He is extremely powerful. We all scream at Charlie for support and he does it! It unfriendly puts a giant target on his back. He runs up at Charlie and absolutely bores down on him. Mogo casts Firebolt to get the attention off of Charlie. He is looking desperately looking around and Adam goes to grab him. He has him and hes going to try and fucking eat him!!! He grabs his hair and try to cast him. And then he wants to throw him across the room. Elle cant hear him through the psychic whispers. Elle has her fey to try to hit but he misses, he's doing his best.

Elle cast Hexblades Curse and uses Psychic Blade to get a good hit on him. He gets pissed and goes to hit Mogo. When he clipped Mogo and crashed through the top where Elle and Mogo were. We fell to the gound floor. Straight up not having a good time ™ Woodrow got a crit on his first hit and missed on his second. THe dog was able to hit. THey both get major damage on Adam to get his attention. Moonthar used Lightning Bolt and Adam does recoil from it but it also hits the little minion. He's gone now, RIP Little man. Melody casts Polymorphy and becomes an alligator/crocodile. Its a giant crocodile fucking monsterous, black in color and something we havent reall seen before. Melody dominates him with a crit. He puts his hand down to Melody and casts Polymorph to turn her into a gecko. But right before, Elle uses counterspell and stops it from happening. UwU goes to hit and gets one hit on. She goes to try Stunning Strike, but it wasn't able to work though. Adam goes to hit her with a crit and immediately beheads the alligator. Luckily she was turned back and now proned but she survived. The snake gets a bite on her and injects her with poison. Adam tries to bite Melody but the dog takes away his advantage. She took a good chunk out and goes to teleport back to the stage. Mogo goes to get up to climb out to get to Charlie, healed himself and then Melody.

We see a hand emerge from the rubble. Large and hairy. His clothes are straining to stay on him, Charlie looks like himself but large and hairy. He goes to swing his quarterstaff and leaps at Adam on the stage, Super jacked looking, it cracks with a thunder and drops down in front of him. Elle gets up. He tells Titan to catch and throws the sword in his hand. Bad news out of the bag of holding. Woodrow props large gun and starts firing silver. He gets a good hit and also uses Arane Jolt the dog goes to help out Charlie. Madam Moonthar and send a gilding bolt and hits him with a fucking crunch. He is looking really fucked up. Now she moves to Melody and uses lay hand on her, and uses Guidance. He goes to smack him with his weapon. Melody ran up on Adam and then uses Inflict Wounds. Mellsy fucks his world up with casting it a high level with Madam Moonthars guidance. Melody is the one to end this fight once and for all. She is the one to mad dash and puts it into his ribcage. His shadow starts coming and getting impaled over and over. He drops to a knee but the attacks don't stop. He then falls dead to the floor but Melody hears in her head “Praise him:. Charlie is now huge and jacked. He looks like a super jacked beastly man. Melody runs up to kiss him and he says “Oh this is nice”, nerd. Elle starts wolf (no pun intended) whistling. Woodrow goes to save Mogo with his flying boots. Mogo feels he didn't do enough. Mogo notices a weird sense that things have changed and in a drastic way. It is a turning of the tide for what starts happening. We go to grab the head but it is slowly melting away. UwU goes to pillage his body. She doesn't find a ring but he finds a golden chain with a golden medallion. As he starts falling apart and she goes to grab it. We put it in tin the bag of holding. Elle frantically goes to message the Captain. “Are you dead? If not then answer right now. We killed the leader, well not us Melody did”. Some words come over but all that comes out is that he is busy. We run outside with Elle on the flanks and Woodrow in the front They all seem to be in the process of cleanup. Without the connection of Adam, the others didnt fair well. There are dead bodies of dead werevoles/shifters/various races. We catch the tail end of the battle. “Is that it?” Woodrow yells out that we killed his leader and that to give up now. Woodrow and Elle on perch. They look to cut and turn and Fergus removes this man's head.

Aftermath

Melody can't seem to let go of the words that she heard in her head. She can't seem to pinpoint why it is sticking with her, she finds herself remembering “praise him?” and repeating it over and over. Woodrow starts looking into the body count but he isn't able to. We feel a sense of relief and it is really dark. It's dark as shit outside. Woodrow says Charlie looks swole. Charlie says it feels really weird. He said that is feels like there is a can of bees in his throat. Everytime he speaks, it is super deep and awesome as hell. “Would you like a losenge?” but we realized that probably wont help. He might have messed up the original spell and Woodrow says to go to Romatato to help fix it. Charlie is saying how much it hurts and that he got hit so hard. Woodrow thought he was dead and Charlie thought so too. Melody and him make a good time in the front and Elle yells “YEAAA”. Woodrow is picking up something. Strong case of inflicting wounds. Charlie saved us with counterspell. We also realize the snake part of Adam died when he died. Madam Moonthar simulacra starts talking. “I know you want answers and to be fair, it made the most sense to send me and to help you we can keep the real me out there on the battle field to help keep everyone alive”. We all start to bring up that maybe it would be a good idea that we were informed since we were on the front lines too. She starts talking about command hierarchy, it is above our paygrade. Madam Moonthar gets mad at Elle and tells her to know her place but she just gets more pissed. Woodrow chimes in that “I respect the fact that you are in command and I thought we were closer to that and we should be told that information”. Madam Moonthar hits back with “If you know every aspect of the plan, that one or all of us get captured, but those secrets get everybody killed. For the sake of trust? Does she coddle you? I'm every bit of the same thing as hers but a tad different. Now your friend can rest, saving a lot of lives”.

Elle says she really thinks we are shallow. UwU just wants to get back to Mikayla for her date. Melody is just chilling with the group and Melody uses cure wounds on Charlie. It helps him out and he says it is nice and that there are bees in my throat. He goes to ask if Melody is okay. Charlie says if he is stuck like this, he will need new clothes. He says if he bends over that he will rip his clothes. Elle goes to find the Captain and once she does, Elle runs up and hug tackles him. He introduces her to part of his super cool group. They all whistle and ask if this is the woman he is always talking about. All really good looking men with black to dark gray leather on with shortswords, Elle recognizes it to be used for quick slashing, quick draw, and they are slightly curved meant for underhand use. One has a back crossbow, a bit of gatoee and talks with an accent. He seems to be pretty young. Another one has short hair pulled back, blonde with blue eyes, elven face that is angular and he is very tall. Another one has dark black hair medium length, he's super sweaty right now with a big thick beard. Another man, he is a very serious looking man but shorter than the rest. He is very broad though. He has on regular pants and boots and a buckskin hat. Bright red hair. Beard comes down to side hair. He has a battle axe leaned against him, he looks very cool with also a dwarven utility axe, hammerhead type of thing. The older member is Pappy, Tower, young guy Sequel, the chin Abe and puppy Dog is the really serious one. “Alright boys, go ahead and get it out” Puppy says over his name and they all start laughing. Elle just loves the nickname. Puppy Dog! Elle and him shake hands. The older black man is telling me to please don’t try and encourage the others, they never shut the fuck up. The Captain puts Pappy in charge and the rest of then start to groan until given a stern look. The Captain starts talking back with Elle.

The Captain asks how Elle is doing. She says “Alright but just wanted to make sure you’re not dead”. He says that he’s fine and she reminds him that she would have murdered everyone. He says he doesn’t doubt that she would hunt them down and end them all. He asks what the damage is. Elle says there were hunters and battle mages who lost people. The Captain says his group didn't. Elle tells him about how Madam Moonthar was a simulacra then got pissed at us for asking about it. We make it back to the rest of the party. We go over the numbers of those who died in battle. We lot a dozen mages and four hunters. The Captain tells how terrifying Luna was on the battlefield. She was able to grow trees and use them to spear through bodies. The Captain says he is glad to see we are all okay. A cloaked battle mage walks up to us and the Captain asks if they need something. It is OG Madam Moonthar. Madam Moonthrar explains to him why she used a simulacra and the Captain says that while she did make some points but “you may be on the council and they hold a great deal of power. I was in charge of this. Not you. The fact I didn’t know about this has me a bit irritated. Do you understand? Don't bother to answer. If something has happened to any of them (he means Elle wink wink) because you did something on your own. He tells her to not if she understands. But move on and collect our dead and find out numbers and get home. This was not under your jurisdiction”. She lets us know that there is only so many times someone can be brought back. Reminding us of her demise during the previous werewolf attack. She tells us the little creatures were mains. When the dust settles, swing by my office and things we need to discuss. Things about the trail and we'll meet you there.There might be a few more down there. Little bit of time passes and we find out Luna is fine and helping out. We finally head back to the city. We all teleport back and UwU goes to run to the Inn. She yells at Elle to message her before she merts her there.Proposed with all four rings. She tells Mikayla she has to shower and that she smells like a wet dog. UwU gets down on one knee and asks if Mikayla if she will marry me her. UwU the loving asks her if she ever dies, even if she says no, to at least visit her grave. Mikayla just says “uh okay” to both.

Achievement Unlocked: UWU THE ENGAGED

UwU goes over how her new name will be “UWU Gon Grushnag”.

We all open the door but Elle opens the door first. We find them having a…intimate moment happening with UwU and Mikayla and we all just sigh. Woodrow goes to put Mogo to bed. UwU says that she put a sock on the outside of the door but it was actually on the inside…hence why we didnt stop beforehand. Woodrow offers his room for them to do their business. We decided to just leave except Elle who says fuck that and goes to bed in her room. The Captain then joins her later, only for sleep! Woodrow and Moonthar start having a nice conversation. Charlie is having fun talking to Melody about magic and the arcane. Woodrow, Madam Moonthar, Melody and Charlie decide to drink and get very drunk. Charlie is getting more and more drunk and just having a good time. She is just listening. She then hears in her head about how hallucinations are a funny thing. You don’t ever know if they are real or not. Charlie and Melody start talking about their parents after they went outside to sit on a bench for some fresh air. How Charlie was dropped off at his grandparents to be in their care when he was really young. Charlie never knew his father and barely knew his mother. Melody says she has a really dark past and that she doesn’t believe he would stick around her if he knew. Charlie asks if she committed a war crime or something like that. She tells him flat and outright that she killed her parents. Charlie says in disbelief that there is no way she killed her parents. Maybe it was an accident. She did mention she was just a kid, she doesn’t strike him as a murderous child. All of a sudden, Melody blacks out and when she zones back in, Charlie looks incredibly upset. He looks at her and tells her that what she just said was unnecessarily cruel, he knows that he can be a bit clueless sometimes but that was just mean.Drunk Melody ends up just crying and she also doesn’t remember what she could have said. She mentioned before it happened that she misses her home, it sucks. He ends up just helping to dry her face. She tries to grab his hand. He says “I don’t understand what youre going through and Im sorry if I pushed you. Im a loss for words because usually youre so quiet but I didnt think you were capable of that kind of thing. I’m not good with people but Im trying. Im sore”. He mentions they should probably go check if UwU and Mikayla are done so she can go to bed. She asks him not to leave but he denies. She becomes really depressed. Angus, Fergus, and Gwen show up and join in the party with Woodrow and the rest. Angus is sad he didnt get that dance and drunk Woodrow thinks its a good idea to drunk dial Elle as she is sleeping. She tells him to basically leave her be, she is sleeping and she is going to die right now if she cant continue her nap. He takes that as she is being attacked and makes everyone rush to her bedroom and break down the door. The Captain and her were just napping, she gives him a high five so he doesnt feel so bad but to leave her the fuck alone to sleep. They all head back into the living room and crash in their respective place.

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vigilvntes · 2 years

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Walk Me Home - Bruce Wayne x Reader

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A/N: this is just a lil bit of fun. i think it was a request, someone asked for batman x civilian!reader with the prompts "you're pretty"/ "you're drunk" + "can i hold your hand?" so this is what came out of my brain :) might do a part 2 at some point <3 im literally about to see the batman again in like 5 minutes so like ,,, good luck to my brainrot <3

Warnings: mentions of violence/harassment, mentions of alcohol / being drunk, language, batguy is quiet and reader is a mess (if i'm not writing adrian im writing an adrian core reader ok that's who i am <3), not proof read or beta read but we die like men! <3

Word Count: 3k+ bc i have no self control!

Summary: you get escorted home by none other than Gotham's own protector.

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The streets are quiet, except for the echoing of heavy boots against the sidewalk followed by the frantic clicking of your heels.

He walks so damn fast. Which shouldn't surprise you, really. He probably has better things to be doing, and the light shining in the sky is proof of that. It's not that you're not grateful for the escort home, you're just not entirely sure why he's using his time to walk drunk you back to their place.

He'd helped you out with some creep in a back alley — and by ‘helped you out’ you mean he kicked ten bells of shit out of the guy in five seconds flat and left him incapacitated on the ground. It was impressive, actually. He helped you up, you said your 'thank you’, and assumed that would be the end of it. You assumed wrong.

It's not your fault that you just so happened to be heading in the same direction. You tried to be quiet, to keep your distance to allow him to disappear into the night, but your clicking heels and blurry vision from the numerous shots and cocktails you'd downed at the club made that a difficult task. He didn't turn around, didn't question why you were following him. He didn't say anything, actually.

But he stopped walking when he came to the end of the street, which made you stop too. He was silent, but he turned his head and glanced back at you, and you felt yourself panic.

“I— Shit. I'm sorry. I just live this way. I wasn't following you, I promise.” You reassured him quickly.

He probably didn't need your reassurance, you had quite literally just watched him take down a man in two swift punches. He could kick your ass if he wanted to. “I'm gonna take a right here, and… leave you alone forever, now. My place is like, five minutes away, so — Oh, okay. You're going right, too. That's— Yeah, perfect.” He'd already set off walking before you could finish your sentence, leaving you in the dust.

So now you're trailing behind him, feeling like you're running a marathon as he attempts to cover four miles in under a minute. Okay, maybe you're exaggerating, but you really can't keep up with him. He's like Lightning McQueen if Lightning McQueen was real, not a car, and kind of goth. That thought makes you smile to yourself.

“Hey, uh… Batman?” You call out. No response. Okay. “Alright, uh… Vengeance? Do you still use that one? I haven't really been keeping up, so…?” No response, again. You figure he doesn't go by Vengeance anymore. “Look, uh— Mr. Batman-Vengeance-…Dude-…Guy?” Wow. That's… wow. You make a mental note to slap yourself for that one later. “Could you slow down a little? Please? You're walking like, really fucking fast.” You feel slightly guilty for asking him to slow down. From what you've seen, he's a busy guy, and he probably has other places to be. But then you remember that you never asked him to walk you home, he made the choice for himself. So you feel less guilty.

He stops walking, and you stop too, almost in shock that he actually listened to you. You're still for a few seconds, and then you see his head turn, and you notice that he's glancing back at you expectantly. And then you remember that you asked him to slow down so you could catch up, and that he's stopped for your benefit. You break out into a jog— well, you try, anyway, one hand wrapped around the strap of the bag on your shoulder. Your heels are scraping against the pavement and you're one wrong move, one wayfaring stone on the pavement away from falling flat on your face. You keep your eyes locked on the ground, only looking up once his boots come into view.

You sigh in relief. “Fuck, man. You're speedy.” You reach out and grab his gloved hand. “You could probably clear the 100m in like, seven seconds flat. Which is cool, by the way." You reassure, nodding your head. "No hate to you.” You walk ahead, but you're stopped dead in your tracks when you realise you're pulling against his heavy, very much unmoving weight. You furrow your brows and tug on his hand, trying to prompt him to move, but he doesn't. So, you turn to him. “Hey, why aren't you—”

His jaw is tense, and you can see the way the veins in his neck are straining under the pressure. You can't quite make out whether he's angry, and it's freaking you out. He doesn't make eye contact with you, but he's looking down at something. You follow his line of sight, casting your eyes in the direction you think he's looking until you see your hand wrapped around his fingers, and it all makes sense.

You let go of his hand like it's hot coal, looking at him with wide eyes. “Shit— I… I'm sorry.” He clenches his fist, so hard that you can hear the leather of his gloves squeaking. “I don't— I'm not sure why I—…. Shit.” You really don't know why you took his hand. It was a mindless decision on your part, really. Something you'd do to a friend or a man you're drunkenly stumbling home with. But he's not a friend, nor is he a date or someone you're taking home to bed. He's literally Gotham’s protector. He's Vengeance or Justice or… Batman. He's Batman. And you thought it'd be a good idea to hold his hand. Fucking idiot. “I'm sorry. That was… that wasn't cool of me. I should've asked first— I mean, I shouldn't have done it in the first place, but I definitely should've asked.” You let out an awkward laugh before falling quiet. He's staring at you. Actually, his eyes are flitting between your face and his hand, which is still somewhat outstretched and balled into a fist. You don't know what comes over you, and you feel so fucking stupid for it, but you're already in too deep to be able to stop yourself. “Can I… Can I hold your hand?”

That crippling, awkward silence takes ahold of you, suffocating you like a python constricting it's prey. Your cheeks heat up, you're sure they're bright red, and you can't even bring yourself to meet his gaze. God, you're so fucking stupid. So awkward, and stupid, and weird. Which is saying a lot, considering you're stood not even a metre away from a guy who's dressed like an armoured bat. You're just about to back away slowly under his intense stare, to walk yourself home so you can wallow in your own embarrassment in the comfort of your bed, when you hear the leather squeak again.

When you look down, you're surprised to see that his hand is no longer clenched. His fingers are spread apart, almost… inviting. He's still tense, and he won't look at you, but you think he's silently telling you that you can hold his hand. Now you're wondering whether you should take his hand. It would be useful, he's a fast walker and you'd like to keep up pace. But you're also sure that he doesn't want to hold your hand, so maybe it'd be easier to refuse and then the two of you can walk separately again. But then would it be rude to refuse him now? Fuck, you have no idea but he's staring at you now, probably waiting for you to say something or do anything.

So in a split second decision, you reach out and take his hand again, nodding your head just once to affirm your choice.

He looks between your face and your intertwined fingers for just a moment before he sets off walking again. At first, he tries to maintain his pace from before, but now that he has extra weight latched on to him (you) he seems to find that difficult to manage. You're still lagging behind, practically jogging, struggling to keep up even though your hand is in his and he's pulling you along with him. You're surprised you haven't fallen flat on your face yet. Eventually, he gives it up, and brings himself down to a speed that works for both of you. It's not too slow, not too fast. It's good enough for you to steadily maintain in your heels, and you don't feel like you're going to be pulled to the floor at any given moment.

The two of you are quiet, aside from the occasional ‘take a right here’ or 'it's a left here’ coming from you. There's not much to be said, after all. He's a masked vigilante-turned-hero and you're holding his hand for no particular reason. Well, there is a reason, it's just not a very good one. You're sure you could have managed stumbling behind him alone.

Your head is still spinning from the drinks, and you feel yourself knock against him a few times as you walk down street after street, the cold armour of his suit pressing against you and covering you in goosebumps. Every time you stumble in to him, you mumble a quiet apology, and he remains silent. Which is why it comes as a surprise to you when—

“How much further?”

His sudden decision to cut through the silence makes you jump, and you whip your head around quickly. You can't quite make out whether that voice is his. It has to be, obviously. There's no one else around. But it's so soft and quiet that you think there's no way it could have possibly come from him. But it did. You're staring up at him so obviously, with the most in incredulous look on your face. “Oh. You talk.” You say eventually. He tilts his head down, and you see his eyes glance from left to right, almost in confusion, before they land on you again. “Shit. Sorry. That was rude. I just— I don't know. I assumed you're mute, or something.”

A beat of silence. Then, “It's selective.”

You nod slowly, a small smile on your lips, “And you make jokes.”

“I wasn't joking.” He mumbles under his breath, but you hear him.

“Well then, I'm flattered that you're talking to me.” You tease. You're trying to break the tension, just a little.

“How much further?” He repeats, turning his attention back to the street ahead.

“Uh… Like, maybe five minutes.” You answer slowly.

You swear you hear him scoff. “You said your place was five minutes away ten minutes ago.”

Wow. Alright. You fight the urge to bite back, to tell him that he didn't have to walk you home and that you're perfectly capable of making your own way from here. But you're not brave enough for that, and after the incident in the alley, you're grateful for his help and his company. So instead, you sigh, and say, “Yeah. I don't know why I said that. I think I— I don't know. I didn't want you to think I was following you. And I didn't wanna inconvenience you. So I just… said I lived close by. And then you started walking the same way, and you kinda never left. So I'm pretty much still inconveniencing you.” You give him an awkward, thin lipped smile.

“You're not.” He mumbles. It's barely audible, and you're not sure if you're meant to hear it, but you do.

You fall into silence again, though you're finding it hard to maintain. You're buzzing from the conversation you just had with him. It's thrilled you to your core and you want to keep talking to him. Apparently it's not enough to be walking hand in hand with him like some strange couple returning from a 2000s pop vs 90s grunge rock club night. So you decide to make conversation, as awkward as it may be.

“So…” You start, and he looks over at you immediately, caught off guard. “Is that like… your real voice?”

His mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to figure out how to respond to you. Eventually, “Yeah.”

“Oh. That's cool.” He's still staring down at you, and you can see by the way his lips are parted that he's totally and utterly confused. You are too, honestly. “I was just asking because, uh… y’know, guys in movies and… other heroes, they usually have those weird, gravelly voices. Like they make their voices deeper. If you were in a movie I imagine you'd sound like, uh,” you clear your throat, dropping your voice, “Hi, I'm Batman. I live in Gotham and I walk drunk people home in my spare time.” You laugh at yourself, but he doesn't look so amused. Oh for fucks sake. Why did you do that? You don't even have an explanation for why you thought that was a good idea. You just keep digging yourself in deeper.

Your smile drops. He's quiet. You're quiet. He's staring at you. You're staring at him. You're not sure what to do, and honestly you're considering just dropping to the floor, curling up and dying right then and there. But then you see the faintest twitch at the corner of his lips, and he turns his head away from you, and suddenly you don't feel so embarrassed. It's encouraging to you. So you decide to continue.

“I'm glad you don't sound like that, though.”

“Why?” He responds quicker than you expect him to, and it throws you off for just a moment.

“Oh. Well… I don't know. I just don't think it'd suit you. I like your voice. It's really nice.” Soft and soothing, strangely. Completely opposite from what you thought he'd sound like. It suits him, in a weird way. He's the people’s protector, and you can understand why, because everything about him just seems so… trustworthy.

It's not just his voice that you like, though. As you walk down the street, trying your best to keep your eyes firmly trained forwards, you glance at him occasionally, and you come to the conclusion that you really, really like his face, too. The more time you spend looking at him, the more attractive he becomes to you. Sure, you can't see half of it, but that's not going to stop you from admiring him. You think you're being subtle, that you're stealing glimpses of him, but really you're staring right at him. And although he's not looking at you, he can feel your eyes on him.

“What?”

That's the second time he's made you jump, but it's a sure-fire way to break you from your Batman’s-absolutely-incredible-jawline-induced trance. You blink hard and shake your head. “Sorry.” You cant even begin to count how many times you've said sorry tonight. “You just have… a really nice face. I know I can't see much of it, but you have a really, really,” you pause, “strong jawline. And your eyes are really beautiful. I bet you have a cute nose, too. Soft lips. You're just… you're really pretty.” You admit. Honestly, you don't have it in you to be embarrassed or to cringe at yourself anymore. The hint of a smile he gave you just a minute ago was a major confidence boost to you. The alcohol helps too.

His jaw tenses, and he's trying so hard to look anywhere but at you. You're starting to wonder whether you've made him feel incredibly uncomfortable. But then you swear you feel him squeeze your hand, and although the streetlights are dim and barely illuminating what you can see of his face, you swear there's a tinge of pink to his cheeks now. “You're drunk.” He mumbles.

“And you're pretty.” You retort.

“Drunk.”

“Pretty.”

“Drunk.”

“Pre— Oh. This is me.” You say, stopping suddenly in front of the familiar small gate, and he stops too. There's disappointment laced in your tone. You don't want him to go just yet, but you're home. He's done what he intended to do, and he'll leave just as quickly as he arrived. You sigh, “Well, this has been… nice. Really. Uh, thank you. I really appreciate what you did for me.” You press your lips together. It's so quiet between the two of you now, and you take that as your queue to leave. “Okay. Good night. And thank you, again.” You smile at him and untangle your fingers from his. Maybe you're crazy, but you think you feel him grip on to your hand for just a moment longer.

Oh, fuck. He can't do this to you. Not when you're drunk and your feelings are so, so vulnerable. You have to walk away. You have to remind yourself that he's just being nice, that you don't know him, and that you'll never see him again after this. That one kind of stings, and you're not entirely sure why. No. Snap out of it. He's literally a stranger. You don't know him. But he's been so nice to you and tolerated all of your annoying, drunken rambles. And he's so pretty, and— No. Just walk away.

You take a deep breath and turn away from him, pushing your gate open and making your way through. You're doing so well. Just don't look back. You don't need to look back. It's okay. You leave your gate to shut on its own, and you're listening out for the familiar clang of metal, but it never comes. Instead, you hear heavy footsteps. You whip your head around and he's there, closing the gate gently, about to follow you up the garden path and the flight of concrete stairs that leads to your house. “W— I'm… What are you doing?”

“Walking you home.” He answers. His voice is steady and moderated, as it has been all night, but there's something in his tone that screams ‘duh, isn't it obvious?’.

“But I am home.” You tell him, pointing over your shoulder at your house.

“Not all the way home.”

“I— I think I'll be—…” You stop yourself there, glancing down at the ground then up at him. “You know what, I might need a little help up the stairs.” You smile at him and offer your hand to him. There's a second of hesitation, but he takes your hand and the two of you make your way up the path. His boots, as loud and intimidating as they may be against the concrete, have become almost a… a comfort to you now. It's probably too soon to call it that, but you like hearing his footsteps in tandem with your own. You ascend the small flight of steps that lead up to your porch slowly, with little to no problem. You wobble on your heels a few times, but he's there to steady you, so it's okay.

Soon enough, you're at your front door. You drop his hand and dig around for your keys in your bag (not without the classic ‘oh shit, have I lost my keys?’ moment), pulling them out and unlocking your door. Now you're really not sure what to do. You're home. You're safe. He's walked you here. You have your hand wrapped around the door handle, and he's still here, waiting behind you for…. What? You're not so sure.

You turn around slowly, nervously. You feel like your heart is going to jump right out of your chest. “I… Uh, do you wanna like, come in?” You ask quietly. “For a drink, or something. I think I have like— I don't know. A few beers in the fridge.” Did you seriously just ask him to come in ‘for a drink’? Maybe you meant it literally, but you know what it implies. It's never just a drink. And you know that.

“I don't think you need anymore drinks.” He says.

You can't even bring yourself to be offended. In fact, you're relieved that he took your words so literally instead of considering the implications. You let out an airy laugh, dropping your head, “Yeah. You're probably right. Ignore me."

Silence takes over once again. Fuck. You hate the silence. You're staring at each other, both completely still. It's weirdly tense, and you're unsure as to why that is. “I'm… I'm gonna head inside.” You mumble, though you make no effort to move, or to push the door handle down. You're completely frozen to the spot.

You're surprised when he moves first, taking a step towards you. Fuck. Oh fuck. What is he doing? He's standing over you now, towering above you, actually. You're eye level with the bat right in the middle of his chest plate, and for a moment you're completely transfixed by the steady rise of his chest. You're not intimidated by how close he is, by how he's looming above you. He's done nothing but make you feel safe the entire time you've been with him. It's okay. He's close to you, and that's okay. You're okay. You actually... like being this close to him. He's crowding you against your door, pressing your back against the cold wood, but you don't care. You like it.

All you can hear is your breathing, shaky and ragged. It's all you can focus on. You feel like you're losing your mind, waiting for him to do something— anything. To make any move at all. When you finally gather the courage to look up at him through your lashes, you realise he's staring down at you. His lips are parted, and his eyes are lidded from what you can tell. You have no idea what he wants, what he's doing, but he looks so pretty. You want to reach up and remove the mask. Not because you're desperate to know who he really is, because you truly don't care, but because you want to see all of his pretty face like this.

He leans down slightly, and you feel yourself start to panic just a little bit. Your faces are so close now. Just one jolt upwards from you, just one more slight bend of his knees and you'd be kissing the Batman. Holy—

Holy shit. Is he going to kiss you? Is he— Fuck. Will he kiss you? He's— He's going to kiss you. Holy fuck. He’s— “Are we gonna kiss now?” You blurt out, the tension finally becoming too much. Your question is followed by a prolonged moment of silence.

His reply comes in the click of your door latch, and the slight creak of hinges coming from behind you.

He opened your fucking door.

You're completely taken aback. Confused and reeling because… what the fuck? Did that just happen? You can add Batman being a fucking tease to the list of things you didn't expect to happen or find out tonight. Fuck. You probably have the dumbest look on your face right now. You're completely lost for words. Judging by the way his mouth is opening and closing ever so slightly, you think he feels the same.

“Good night.” He mumbles, stepping away from you, and you silently mourn the loss of his body close to yours. Maybe it's the drink talking, but you miss it already.

He's about to turn away from you, but you reach out and take his hand in yours. You smile at him, squeezing his hand gently. “Good night. And thank you, again.” He nods in acknowledgement, and you loosen your grip, allowing him to make his way make his swift exit, though your hands are still touching until the moment you're no longer in reach. You watch him descend the steps and quickly make his way down your path and out of the gate, his boots beating mercilessly against the ground. But before he can disappear into the night, you call out one last thing to him. “My name is (Y/N), by the way!”

He turns to look at you from the gate for just a moment, and you swear you see the faintest hint of a smile on his lips, though you cant be too sure. And then, he's gone, and you're left wondering when you'll see him again. If you'll see him again.

You might just.

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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years

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Late Night Favor (Shadow Monster x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Urban Fantasy

Warnings: Explicit content up ahead (18+ ONLY), Oral, Fingering

Word Count: 4000 Words

Summary: A couple of small good deeds leaves you with a late night visitor, looking to repay a debt.

Request: "You unknowingly rescue a shadow monster and bring it home with you, after a couple days of lurking in the shadows of your home and recuperating it shows you just how thankful it is." I had this idea forever ago but was never able to execute it. My opening idea was that a few kids are shining flashlights at something, tormenting it, and you swoop in to save it and chase the kids away. You thought they were hurting a cat or something, but find nothing and head home.

What do you think? Would you like to take it on? I'd be honored if you would 😊

A/N: *Throws this into the street to appease for the fact I haven’t updated Out of the Woods in THREE MONTHS IM SORRY*

It was the perfect weather for a lazy day inside. The pitter patter of the rain on your window had almost lulled you back to sleep during breakfast, and the thunder had provided great ambiance for reading. You hadn’t bothered changing out of your pajamas and we’re enjoying a soap opera binge on the coach when the peace was disturbed.

At first it was just the sound of clattering trash cans, not uncommon from the alley outside your window. But then it was followed by the raucous laughter of teenagers, rocks being thrown against the concrete, and a sharp hissing.

You hoist yourself up and off the couch, meandering toward the balcony, expecting to see a bunch of kids fucking around; Maybe using the cover of the fire escape to hide from the rain and smoke some weed.

Ah, memories.

But instead, you see a huddled group of boys pointing a flashlight into the pile of garbage right by the dumpster. One of them picks up a pebble and throws it into the light beam, causing another hiss and a jerk of movement. The boys laugh even louder, the one on the right nudging the one with the flashlight.

“Dude, do it again!”

Flashlight agrees, quickly moving the light into another corner as the one on the left throws a rock in the opposite direction. A shape of pitch black hisses again, deterred by the rock and scared by the brightness. Your brow furrows.

“Hey!”

The boys jump, looking in all directions.

“What are you three doing down there?” They finally look up at you, messy-haired and bleary-eyed. They shrug and ignore you, one even throwing another rock, bigger than before. There’s a sad yelp as it collides with the blackness.

You grit your teeth, grabbing your jacket off a nearby shelf and yell again.

“Fuck off! Leave the poor thing alone!”

They all laugh insufferably, the way most stuck up teenagers do.

“Or what?”

You shrug on your raincoat, picking up the baseball bat you keep strategically placed by your couch.

“Or I’ll come down and make you, jackass!”

You kick open your fire escape, slippers already damp, and start marching down the staircases. The boys get the message and run away, still jeering and laughing. Seems you weren’t as intimidating as you’d like.

You shuffle down the fire escape, slowing down as you approach the poor creature. You lower your back and peak under the dumpster.

“It's okay, little guy, I won’t hurt ya.” You set down your bat and crouch, kissing your lips as you hold out your free hand. All you see is a hint of glowing eyes, nervously peering out, before the dark shape disappears completely, hidden by the shadow of the dumpster. You’re tempted to sit down and wait for it, hoping to check if the poor stray was injured, but the wet concrete looks unappealing. The bottom of your sweats are already drenched.

You stand up, sigh, and go back up the fire escape. You unlatch the dusty pet door on your sliding glass balcony and make sure to leave a hot thing of milk and some water just outside. You ponder going out to get cat food, but the well-timed weather report tells you to stay off the streets. Slumping back down on the couch, you keep on eye on your fire escape, hoping that whatever it was, it’s okay.

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The next day is sunny, the rain clearing away any air pollution and leaving blue skies to shine down through your window, waking you up extra early. As you sit down with a cup of coffee, switching on the news before starting work, you notice the empty bowls on your balcony.

You set down the mug, walking over to the door and checking the bowls. Seems that little stray had needed the refreshment, as both were licked clean.

You refill them, making sure to add cat food to your grocery list.

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After a long day of work, you’re feeling particularly domestic and decide to bake some cookies. Your brain is sore after staring at a screen for eight hours straight, a simple task like this is the perfect thing to keep it from melting completely.

You open up your window, letting the cool night air into your kitchen as you check on your baking cookies. Wiping flour off your pants, you turn on the radio and throw a glance to your living room.

You had set up a tiny blanket pallet right next to your pet door, the weatherman’s warning of another thunderstorm tonight having you worried for your stray. Hopefully a full belly of milk will convince them that your house is safe enough to find shelter in.

But the afternoon is beautiful, not too cold and not too hot, only the slight tang of metal in the air hinting to rain. With a ding from the oven, you take out the cookies and set them on a cooling tray on your window. The smell of cinnamon and sugar wafts over you as you take a sip of your tea, staring out into the city streets. Small puddles still speckle the pavement, catching the headlights of nearby cars and flashy billboards.

A quick sound, something hitting your balcony door, that jerks you out of your reverie. You set down your mug and slowly peek out from your kitchen, wondering if you should’ve grabbed a kitchen knife. But it’s just your pet door, flapping back and forth in front of two, now empty, bowls. Aww, seems your stray took a step inside. Too bad you missed it.

The gurgle of your stomach convinces you to take a crack at the cookies. If they were too hot, you could just wash them down with a nice glass of milk anyway. Maybe even put on a sitcom while you snack.

You lightly tap the top cookie; Warm, but not unbearable. Steam rises as you break it open, blowing in the middle and taking a tiny bite.

Fuck, good job _____.

They’re perfectly done, just soft enough to melt in your mouth. You grab two more, holding them in between your fingers as you hold the other half in your mouth. Maybe you could bring the batch into work tomorrow, give your coworkers a nice surprise. That is if you didn't have 10 tonight. But 20 should be just enough-

Huh, that’s weird. There's only 19, including the one still dangling out of your mouth.

You could’ve sworn you baked 20.

Well whatever. Your coworkers can handle not coming back for seconds tomorrow.

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“Ow! Fuck!”

You bite your lip, trying not to yell out more curse words as you rub your stubbed toe. You limp to your kitchen, fumbling for the light switch to avoid another incident. All you had wanted was a midnight sweet snack, was that so difficult? You’d thought you could navigate your apartment pretty easily in the dark, but the pain in your foot says otherwise.

The light flickers as you finally find the switch, reminding you that you’re going to need to change the bulb sometime soon. But that's a problem for another day; Right now, it’s cookie time.

You don’t bother pouring yourself a glass or getting a plate, devouring the treat in three bites and throwing back a quick swig of milk. It’s almost midnight, not like anyone’s watching-

Oh, wait.

You slowly close the fridge door, trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake the little stray curled up, asleep. The little ball of black was snuggled into the pallet, tossing and turning. A flash of lightning cracks outside your apartment, washing your living room with light. The ball jerks in shock, the thunder afterwards only frightening it more, forcing it to curl up even tighter.

You take small and light steps towards the tiny bed, not wanting to approach the scared beast too quickly. The room is lit up again by another lightning strike and the little stray forces it’s body backwards and away from the window. You crouch down real low, the small bits of light helping your eyes adjust to the layout.

“How are you doing, little guy?” You whisper, mostly to yourself, tapping your fingers against your carpet. Part of you wants to pet it, but think it might be better not to. No need to startle it. “Is the lightning scary? You can come to my room if you want, I’ll protect ya.”

Midst the black, you see two little eyes, little blips of light that open with another flash of lightning. But they aren’t yellow, nor are they slitted, nor are they anything remotely animal.

They're like the headlights of a car, blinding white with no definition at all. Not even pupils. You're startled, eye’s widening as the creature lifts it’s head. A long smile runs across their face, full of razor sharp teeth.

“Oh my, that sounds delightful.” They purr, and you find yourself losing your footing and falling back on your ass. Your fingers dig into the carpet as their body slowly begins to unfurl out of a ball and stretch into a massive form, as if their whole size had been hidden away somewhere else; Like it had been literally in the shadows.

You scramble backwards, breath picking up as the creature stretches it’s long limbs, colorless eyes still locked onto you as it stands up and up. It rolls back its shoulders as it sits on its haunches, its form still towering over you even when crouched. You notice the shades of huge antlers sticking out from the side of their head, only adding to their intimidating height.

The creature still has that terrifying smile, all canines and no molars, it’s unblinking eyes still staring deep into your soul.

You’ve heard people do weird things in times of high stress, of strong emotions, good and bad. Like the wires in your brains get crossed when trying to find the right response.

“Uh, do you want a cookie?”

You think you get that now.

The creature chuckles, a soft timbre that echoes unnaturally.

“No, dearie, I have already indulged in your confections. You see,” They creature leans forward, falling to its knees to crawl towards you. If it weren’t for the overwhelming fear constricting your heart, you’d almost think it was seductive, “You’ve done so much for me these past days, I think it’d be only fair if I helped you indulge in a far-” The creature’s face looms over yours, their arms caging your sides as they lick their lips, “-sweeter treat, yes?”

Your eyes search their face, trying to find signs of trickery or malice, maybe even some demonic sense of humor.

As if I’d even know what that looks like.

“Are you-” You catch a breath, now noticing the fine musculature of their shoulders, and the definition of their arms, “Are you propositioning me, like, for sex?”

The creature laughs again, their eyes crinkling up as they throw their head back. But when they look back down at you, you can almost feel the lust radiating off their gaze, details be damned.

“Yes, lovely, I am.”

You take your eyes off their face, a little too overwhelmed to stare directly into their blistering expression. Not to mention the blinding light which has begun to put red spots into your vision.

Instead, your eyes fall upon their thick thighs, the small tail waving behind them, and how unnervingly sexy you find the way their claws are digging up your rug.

You slowly move your head, catching the creature’s eyes.

“I-uh-I guess? Yeah, yeah I guess that sounds good. Um, what was your name?”

The creature smirks, a single claw tipped finger tilting up your chin, as they whisper,

“Nocter.”

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Well, this is definitely the weirdest way I’ve gotten someone into bed.

Nocter’s antlers brush against your stucco-ceiling as it pushes you down on the bed, their shining white eyes staring deep into yours. Their lack of pupils is almost unsettling, but when they run their claws down your chest and pinch your nipples, you find it hard to care. You bite your lip, fighting back an embarrassing whimper as they trace one finger around the bud, pebbling the skin.

“Aww, has it been a while, sweetling?” You roll your eyes, but let out another squeak as they flick their thumb across your other nipple, the palm of their hand pressing against your ribcage.

“M-maybe.” You mutter, digging your finger into your bed sheets as their hands dance across your skin. One pulls up the bottom of your pajama shirt as it nudges one of their legs in between your thighs, pushing their knee up against your crotch.

“Don’t worry,” They push the fabric up to your neck, laying a kiss on the center of your stomach, then your chest, and then your jugular. When they plant one on your jaw, they lean in real close, “I’ll make sure to treat you right.”

Nocter’s long tongue splays against your jaw, licking a stripe up your cheek as one of their hands moves from your chest to the waistband of your shorts. They slip a couple fingers underneath, lightly petting the area right above your crotch. They’re such a tease, and you love it.

Nocter pecks the side of your face, over and over, while their hand moves further and further down your body at an agonizing pace. Their hot breath sends goosebumps down your neck, washing over your face as they exhale with every kiss. You catch them off guard when you turn your head toward them, catching their lips-mid peck and eagerly sticking your tongue outward. They purr with delight, their thin almost-lips quickly devouring you.

A long string of saliva connects the two of you as you detach, taking the time to shimmy out of your shirt. You pull them closer, your hands digging into their shoulder muscles and fingers just brushing over the long ridges on their back. They chuckle once again, pulling their fingers out your shorts and merely digging their palm into the fabric of your crotch.

“Eager, huh?”

“Shut up,” You mumble in between kisses, “This is for me, isn’t it?”

“Ohoho,” kiss, “Someone’s showing their feisty side a little early.” kiss, “What happened to my benevolent, saintly saviour?” kiss.

You pull away from their lips, quickly latching onto the crux of their neck and taking a nip. “S’not fair.” You say, taking a deep whiff of their skin as you suck and bite. They smell like brimstone and a bonfire, not quite what you 're expecting, but not unpleasant. “You can’t tease me like that and not-” Your cut off as the pad of one Nocters fingers presses up against your entrance, the fabric only amplifying the sensation as they begin to tease it.

“Deliver?” Nocter finishes, sinfully smug. You throw them a glare. “I’m a good guest, scout’s honor.”

You roll your eyes right before they lock you into another kiss, rubbing the pads of their fingers up and down your crotch. They use their hand to push you backwards, sinking deeper into the mattress as they situate their knees under your thighs. One they pull back from the kiss, your face and lips thoroughly debauched, your legs are splayed up on their pelvis and they easily slip off your bottoms. Nocter takes a whiff of your underwear, the crotch now slightly damp, giving you a wink before they throw it over their shoulder.

You jerk your hips slightly upward, and Nocter tuts.

“Patience, sweetling.” They roll a hand down your abdomen, fingers splaying onto your stomach, nails just teasing the skin. With a kiss to your inside calf, Nocters hand ghosts across your entrance. You can’t help biting your lip, the heat and their touch sending your mind into a frenzy.

They continue a path of kisses down your leg, now pressing their finger right up against your hole. They only pause to suck on their index and middle fingers, coating them with a heavy and blue-tinted saliva. Once they’ve reached the middle of your thigh, nipping at the apex, they sink into you.

Nocter’s fingers are long, articulated and move with sure movements. They start off slow, scissoring you open, simpering as you dig your nails into your bed sheets. The pads of their fingers push against your walls, just grazing sensitive spots as they make a slow ‘come hither’ motion. Your hips jerk forward, humping into their palm. They smirk against your skin, nipping another love bite as they retract their fingers until only the tip remains. You catch your breath, holding it until they sink back into you, shoving their fingers forward with far more force.

You whimper as their fingers pull back, only to follow with quicker thrusts. Nocter’s aim is pin-point in finding the most pleasurable spots inside you, the feeling only amplified by the pinpricks of their teeth into the fat of your thigh. The tip of their tongue licks hot trails of spit tantalizingly close to your hole, which clenches around their bony fingers. The slick sound of your juices, the skin of their palm slapping against yours, is downright pornographic.

Your legs try to clamp around their shoulders, the overwhelming stimuli triggering an instant reaction, but Nocter pins your right leg down to your bed easily, never losing focus on fingering you. The tips of their claws trace the inside of your leg, the hard edge of their wrist digging into fat. Your fingers reach to grip around something, anything to keep you grounded as the knot in your stomach grows tighter and tighter. They find their way around Nocter’s left wrist; You’re almost afraid you’ll leave bruises, before remembering how sturdy every part of their body seems to be.

You let out a whimper as the crests of an orgasm seem to overwhelm you, nearly gasping as Nocter quickly removes their fingers. In any other state of mind you might have made a comment, look down and wonder why they’ve stopped. But the heat in your belly compels you to grip their wrist tight and to throw your hips upwards. With a desperate breath, you plead,

“P-please! Please, don’t stop.”

Nocter doesn’t chuckle, doesn’t make a sly remark about your neediness or your lewd movements. They lean forward, giving another kiss right below your navel, and pet your wrist.

“Of course, dearie.”

With a wink, they lean down a lick a long stripe up your hole, giving one last kiss to your leg before plunging their tongue inside.

You didn’t think it was possible for them to reach even deeper inside you with their tongue than their fingers, but the sparks which fly in your core say otherwise. The ridges of Nocters tongue brush against your walls as they flick the appendage back and forth, the tip pressing forward with controlled motions. It doesn’t thrash back and forward haphazardly, but reaches for those sensitive spots and plays with them.

“Oh, f-fuck!” You yelp, feeling an icy-cold liquid run down your ass. From the sound of smacking lips and muffled moans, it must be Nocter’s saliva. They let out a groan, pushing their jaw forward as their eyes clenched shut. The hand on your leg pinches skin as it tightens up, the other pressing your hips down, but the pressure they apply is phantom at best. Nocter seems to revel in your pleading humps for more, meeting each movement with a thrust of their jaw, the base of their tongue stretching you open.

The two of you keep that rhythm for what feels like an eternity, but is probably only a couple of minutes. Sweat drips down your chest and off of your belly, your legs muscles on fire as you continue to push upward and into Nocter’s face. You start feeling that impending wave begin to crest again, with your limbs shaking and your throat hoarse.

“Nocter, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna-I’m so close!”

This time, Nocter doesn’t let up on their pace, reaching one hand down to deliver a hard slap on your ass and forcing a yelp out of you. Your speech devolves into slurred curses and your hands move to touch them, to find some grasp in reality. Nocter continues to suck and tongue-fuck your hole as your thighs clench around their head. Your humps are tiny and weak, your lower half barely holding itself up.

The knot gets tighter, a firecracker fuse about to blow in your abdomen. In the heat of the moment, your hands find their way to Nocter’s scalp and grab onto the base of their antlers. Their moan rumbles through you, right before you yank their head forward, their tongue hitting the deepest part of you as you shutter and-

“I’m cumming!”

Another moan vibrates against your hole as your body shudders and jolts, your hips still pressed firmly against Nocter’s face. But in the next moment, a heavy weight falls over your body, slumping you down onto the bed. Your chest heaves, eye’s fuzzy as Nocter’s tongue ‘pop’s out of you.

Your gaze wanders over your stucco ceiling, droplets of sweat rolling down your neck as you try and catch your breath. You can feel Nocter’s large hands rolling a massage into your thighs, their own heavy breathing brushing over your crotch.

A fuzzy shape of pure black comes into your vision as Nocter hovers over you, their body hovering just an inch above yours. They give you a small peck on the cheek.

“Feel good?” They whisper.

All you can do is nod, your shaky hands wandering over their back. There’s no sign of sweat on their skin, but you can feel the heat running off of it as they nuzzle into your neck.

As your fingers dance over the ride of their back, you can hear the rumble of a low purr coming from their chest, but they stay hovering over your body. You press your hands into their back, applying weak pressure to encourage them to relax.

“It seems I’ve repaid my debt.” Nocter murmurs into your ear, pushing themselves up onto their hands, pulling even farther from you as their eye’s look around your room. You keep your hands wrapped around their waist, stopping them from fully getting up. They look back to you, white eyes slightly widening.

“Would you-” You take another deep breath, “Want to stay? For the night?”

Nocter stares at you, the black void of their face almost unreadable. But when they run a claw down the side of your face, it burns with affection and longing.

“Would you want that?”

Your room is nearly pitch black, only the lights of the street peeking in between your curtains. Nocter’s body seems to absorb all light near it, their hot body like a heating pad. But their eyes are so bright, so full, so mesmerizing; Like a full moon on the dark city sky.

“Yes, I would.”

Nocter’s nods, their expression barely changing, but you think you can see a hint of a smile amidst all the black. They let their body relax, pressing their chest against yours as they sink into the sheets and nuzzle back into your neck.

You can smell the sweat coating your body and feel the way you stick to the sheets. Frankly, the both of you kind of smell.

But it doesn’t stop you from snuggling into Nocter’s body, eye’s heavy as you peacefully fall into sleep.

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It's 11pm and storming biblically when Dean and Cas's apartment goes dark.

"Great," Dean mutters under his breath. "Fan-freaking-tastic."

From somewhere else in the apartment, his roommate asks "did the power go out?"

"What do you think, sunshine?" Dean replies sarcastically.

He has a half-written essay in front of him, but he knows his old-ass computer won't last long unplugged, so he saves the document before shutting it off. He leans back in his chair, stretching for the first time in an hour and running a hand down his face. He actually needed a break from the screen, he realizes, feeling his eyes relax as he rubs them.

The steady rain and strong winds outside make an overwhelming white noise track, interrupted only by thunder that goes from faint and distant to deafening in volume. If Dean wasn't stressed out of his mind and completely exhausted right now, he might actually find this kind of nice.

"It's raining cats and mice out there," he hears Cas say, his voice now in the room.

Dean smiles, still rubbing his eyes with the backs of both his hands. "Cats and dogs, Cas."

"Right. Cats and dogs."

It’s really no use correcting him; the entire animal kingdom could be falling from the sky right now and there wouldn't be much of a difference. The winds are definitely knocking things over, and the streets will certainly be flooded come morning. Dean wonders for how long the university will cancel classes after this (if at all, the heartless bloodsuckers).

A particularly loud clap of thunder startles Dean. He drops his hands from his face and opens his eyes, expecting to see pitch black nothingness, but the room is faintly lit by the flashlight Cas is holding as he rummages through their kitchen drawers. He approaches a minute later and sets a candle down on the small table.

"Smart."

"Thank you, Dean," Cas says, sitting down opposite him. Dean smiles again, this time shaking his head.

If anyone ever asked him to mention one thing he likes about Cas, just one, he'd probably say how genuine Cas is, how he takes everything to heart and speaks from it as well. Dean said just one word, smart, a simple comment on the fact that it occurred to Cas to light a candle instead of wasting the battery of their one flashlight, and Cas genuinely thanked him for the compliment. He's just ridiculously cute in his earnestness.

Cas is trying to light the candle now, but their lighter is tricky. Despite living together in that apartment for a year and a half now Cas has never really gotten the hang of it.

"Here, let me."

Dean means to take the lighter from Cas and do it himself, he really does. That is 100% his intention as he reaches across the table. Except he sees an opportunity, and Dean Michael Winchester is nothing if not smooth.

He wraps his hand around Cas's, gently guiding his fingers until they’re placed just right, and the lighter clicks on with ease. Cas meets his eyes, smiling, and Dean can feel the slightest brush of Cas’s thumb against his hand. It’s a small gesture, but clearly deliberate, and it sends Dean’s heart into overdrive. Cas leans away, puts the lighter aside, and starts leafing through a book he brought. Dean’s heart is still racing as he watches him.

Scratch that first thing. If anyone ever asked him what’s one thing he likes about Cas? His hands. God. Neat nails, slightly calloused palms, and overall larger hands than you’d expect. Cas is an environmental science major and he wants to get a Ph.D. in botany, so of course, there’s a small garden on their fire escape. He tends to those plants every day with more gentleness and care than Dean has ever seen, and Dean loves to watch him, even though he has no idea what Cas is doing with them half the time. He just knows that not a single one of their plants have died under Cas’s care. He names them too.

His attentiveness. That’s another thing Dean might say if anyone ever asked. Cas left to visit his sister Anna last winter break. He left Dean in charge of the plants, three of which died inside the week. (For Dean’s birthday a couple of months later, Cas got him a book. How Not to Kill Your Houseplant. Dean keeps it on his nightstand.) Dean went out and bought new ones, but he knew Cas would notice the difference, and he did. He wasn’t mad at Dean though, and he appreciated the effort, and as Dean apologized profusely over and over again, Cas looked at him in the eyes oh-so-softly and told him he was forgiven.

How could Dean possibly forget? If anyone ever asked, he’d say that Cas’s eyes are one of his favorite things about him. One of his favorite things, period. Dean is absolutely mesmerized whenever Cas looks him in the eye, and the guy loves making eye contact, which means that Dean lives in a perpetual smitten daze. He has never seen that shade of blue anywhere else on this earth. Or maybe he just hasn’t been looking, content to get his fill of that blue by staring into Cas’s eyes as much as he gets to on a daily basis.

“Are you alright, Dean?”

Dean blinks himself back to reality. “Hm?”

“You seem… spaced.”

Dean is staring. He’s been staring this whole time. Shit. Crap.

“Yeah, um. Just tired.”

Mr. Smooth, everybody.

“Maybe you should go get some rest. I doubt the power will be back anytime soon.”

Castiel Milton, always looking out for you. It makes Dean melt.

“Yeah, maybe.” I wanna stay here with you, though, he thinks. Instead, because he’s pathetic, he asks “what’re you reading?”

Cas shows him the cover. How Not to Kill Your Houseplant. Dean breaks out in laughter.

“So you’re going into my room and stealing my shit now?”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t touch your Vonneguts.” Cas puts the book aside, an easy smile on his face. “Just wanted something light to pass the time.”

“You done with your homework?”

A soft yawn escapes Cas. “For now.”

“Dude, why not just go to sleep? You look exhausted.”

“Look who’s talking.”

Dean tries to deadpan him. He fails, because around Cas, it’s near impossible for him to not smile.

“Besides, I might be done but you weren’t.”

“And you wanted to keep me company.”

Cas shrugs as if to say I guess, but he does it with a knowing smile. The smile doesn’t falter as he meets Dean’s eyes, and he doesn’t look away when silence settles between them, the only sound being the stormy white noise.

Dean is sure he could drown in that blue and die happy.

Before that train of thought gets away from him again, Dean tears his gaze away and stretches. “We should really go to bed though, I’m not getting any more done tonight,” he says as he stands.

“Of course,” Cas says, but he grabs the book again.

“You not going?”

“I want to finish this chapter.”

The seriousness in his tone makes Dean smile. Again.

“Well, g’night, Cas.”

“Good night, Dean.”

Dean thinks he detects a bit of shakiness in Cas’s voice but decides that he’s probably just tired.

He gets to his room and changes into something comfortable, the first t-shirt and sweatpants he finds as he rummages in the dark. He goes to set his phone on his nightstand and crawl into bed, but in place of the book he keeps there and puts his phone on top of– the book Cas has at the moment– he finds something else.

It’s paper. It’s folded into the form of a book, like one of those youtube craft tutorials with bad music, and it's no bigger than his own palm. The cover is handwritten, and Dean immediately recognizes it as Cas's. He smiles, expecting a prank or joke of some sort, Cas knows how stressed Dean can get with the start of the semester. However, his smile falters as he reads the cover:

How to tell your best friend you’re in love with him.

With a shaky hand, Dean opens the small book. The first page is the only one with any more writing on it, and it reads:

You leave him a note and hope it’s enough.

Dean is storming out of his bedroom (no pun intended) before he knows it. He barely even feels his feet moving, too focused on the pounding in his ears and the dryness in his mouth. He doesn’t go into the living room, not yet; his feet stop at the end of the short hallway and he braces himself against the wall. The room is spinning and he can barely breathe.

“Cas?” He chokes out.

Cas puts the book back down on the table in front of him and interlocks his fingers in front of him. He doesn’t look at Dean– Cas, who makes too much eye contact – and takes a deep breath before saying “yes?”

He’s nervous.

Dean takes a step forward, still keeping one hand on the wall just in case, and holds up the note. “What is this?” he asks, because his brain is just not there with him yet.

Cas stands, still not facing Dean. “Dean, do you know what day it is?”

He’s asking this now???

“September firs–”

Oh. Oh shit.

“Cas isn’t today the–”

“The night we met. Two years ago.”

Dean feels his brain catching up now as the memory starts coming back to him. Cas helps, starting to recount that night.

“Two years ago tonight, I was leaving my night course at the university, and it was raining. Not as bad as this,” –Cas looks out the window and lightning strikes, as if on cue– “but pretty badly, and I was an inexperienced freshman without an umbrella.”

Dean remembers. He was walking Charlie to her dorm when it started drizzling, and it was pouring by the time he made it back to his car. Dean had a night shift at the gas station and was about to head there.

“Two years ago tonight,” Cas continues, “you invited me into your car to shelter me from the rain.”

Dean saw this guy running in the direction of the men’s dorms, which were on the other side of campus. He felt bad, and he had a car, so he opened the passenger door and let him in.

Turned out to be the most gorgeous guy he’d ever laid eyes on. He was a bit awkward, but he had no filter, which made him weirdly funny. He asked about the music playing in the car and listened intently to Dean's rambling. He laughed at his jokes too.

At the end of the five-minute drive, he said his name was Castiel, and Dean asked for his number and saved it as Cas with a thunderstorm emoji. Because even if he didn’t know it yet, Dean was already whipped.

“Two years ago,” Cas says, finally looking up at Dean. His eyes are wide and vulnerable and he looks terrified and Dean can barely stand it. “Two years ago tonight, I started to fall in love with you.”

Dean can’t breathe. His ears are hot and he can’t stop fidgeting with the note in his hand and he can’t breathe.

But his feet start moving again, out of their own volition. They move toward Cas.

“If you don’t feel–” Cas starts, but Dean swallows his words.

Again, Dean’s brain isn’t all there yet, and he doesn’t realize what he’s doing until he’s already in it. He’s grabbing Cas’s face, digging his fingertips into the back of his hair, and the note is forgotten on the table, and thunder rumbles not that far away. He’s darting out his tongue, begging to explore Cas’s mouth as he’s wanted to do since forever, and Cas lets him. He tastes like toothpaste and coffee and honey and Dean never wants to taste anyone else ever again.

Cas is wrapping his arms around Dean’s waist and pressing his entire body against him. It’s making Dean weak in the knees but it’s okay because Cas is almost holding him upright at this point. There’s another clap of thunder, much closer this time, and the lightning probably illuminated the apartment, but it wasn’t enough to make them part. They’re moving and grasping and exploring frantically, and Dean is afraid Cas is going to disappear, or that he’s going to wake up and this will all have been another dream. But no, it’s real, and they’re playing catchup on two years worth of desire and longing and love.

They eventually pull away, breathless and giddy. The only sounds are the rain and the wind. Dean opens his eyes first, needing to see Cas and make sure this is completely, definitely, unequivocally real. Cas is smiling and taking deep breaths, and a weight seems to be lifted off his shoulders. He opens his eyes a second later, and even in the darkness, even with just the faint candlelight, the blue in them seems to shine. And even though there's no power, it feels as if there's electricity crackling in the air around them. It might be the storm.

No. It's the moment. This moment with Cas is what feels electric.

“Come to bed?” Dean asks, feeling brave and going out on a limb. The only way Cas responds is by interlocking his hand into Dean’s and kissing him again.

And after tonight, for the rest of his life, if anyone ever asks him “what’s one thing you love about Cas?” Dean won’t be able to narrow down an answer.

He’ll just say: “Everything.”

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