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cherryflavoredvamp · 2 years

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Pre Halloween Rituals

Part two in my Eddie Munson Halloween Series <3

Part three “Halloween Party” <3

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

Summary: your boyfriend Eddie takes you to his favorite abandoned house to play hide n seek in the dark

Warnings: SMUT, Explicit 18+ for adult content, unprotected sex (don't do that, wrap it before you tap it), accidental creampie, Eddie develops a breeding kink lowkey, a bunch of other sexy stuff, etc.

Authors Note: I wanted to begin my Eddie Munson Halloween series with a bang, pun intended. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this a much as I enjoyed writing it!! Like, reblog, and leave comments if you enjoy this, it really encourages me to write!!

I hope you love it!! - xoxo, Slater

"I can't believe you're scared of a house, I thought you weren't scared of anything. You're a tough cookie, come on already." Eddie was standing on the top of the steps staring down at you, waiting for you to finally give into his pre Halloween antics.

“I’m not scared, I just don’t want to get in trouble. Why can’t we just watch a scary movie or something, like we always do?” You’re internally pleading with Eddie to drop his obsession with scaring you, he got some kind of thrill out of making you squirm and grip his hand extra tight for safety.

“Because it’s not the same, y/n. Please you know how much my Halloween traditions mean to me, I want you to do them with me this year. Come on, Scaredy-cat, I’ll keep you safe,” Eddie winked and reached out a hand.

“Fine,” you started your way up the stairs, “but I’m making you watch Pretty In Pink again,” you held his hand in yours and squeezed tightly.

“FINE,” Eddie squeezed your hand back, the sort of reassurance that he knew you needed in that moment. He secretly loved John Hughes movies, and he wasn’t that good at hiding his love for every cheesy rom com you showed him. He also secretly loved how much you loved horror movies, even if you made fun of them, it was all out of affection.

Making your way to the front door, the floorboards creaked and dread settled in your stomach the moment Eddie opened the door. It was already unlocked, just as Eddie left it the year before. Five falls ago Eddie broke in through the back door and unlocked the front door so he would have an easier way out. He enjoyed exploring these places alone, but after he met you he wanted to show you all of the places he explored in Hawkins. It was one of his love languages, watching you discover things he had grown familiar with.

Once the front door was shut and the silence of the house soaked in around you two, you spoke up, “did you want to fuck me here or something? Is that your plan?”

Eddie grinned, “you know me so well, sweetheart. But I wanted to scare you a little first.”

“You’re so mean, I’m the best girlfriend in the world. Damn you,” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Damn me? Oh baby, no you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid,” Eddie started to slowly back away from you and turned to run up the staircase, “Now let’s go play hide and seek, count to 30! No peeking,” he pointed at you as he moved his way up the creaky stairs in a hurry.

Your mouth was open in shock for half a second and then your brain finally caught up to his thinking. You turned to the door and covered your eyes, grumbling little remarks under your breath. You counted to thirty slowly and loudly so Eddie could hear how annoyed you sounded, you could practically picture him smirking to himself at your bratty tone.

When you were finished counting you made your way up the stairs and to your left, there was nothing in the room besides a lamp and a closet. Making your way over to the closet you feel hands grip your waist and large hands squeeze you to your boyfriend’s chest.

“Boo,” Eddie chuckled and held you tighter, his erection pushing into your back with eagerness. “See, that wasn’t so bad, you barely had time to scream,” he laughed.

“I screamed a little,” you protested, it was true you did scream a little.

“Yeah, I like going easy on you. You’re my favorite girl,” Eddie’s hands trailed down over your chest and into your skirt. “God, you’re so wet. Already? Wait,” Eddie paused and turned you around to face him, “did me scaring you turn you on or something? Not you, my little scaredy-cat, no...there’s no way.”

“Maybe I like being scared, maybe I think it’s hot. Horror movies give you boners so don’t even make fun of me right now,” you teased. It was true, horror movies made Eddie hard and being scared by your hot boyfriend turned you on, way more than you were expected too.

“Wow, big deal, so what there’s tits in horror movies. But you,” Eddie pointed a ringed finger at you, “being scared turns you on. I never would’ve expected that, you’re always surprising me. Bravo.”

Eddie began palming himself in front of you, your face grew red when you couldn’t look away. You were always surprising him, and he was always shocking you with his boldness.

“You look really pretty tonight,” Eddie said reaching for your hand for the second time tonight. This time, he was holding your hand to his crotch and rubbing it there the way he wanted. Now you two were even closer than before and making out all hot and heavy, Eddie was such a hot messy kisser and you found yourself melting into his tongue with your own. You tugged on his belt and he laughed, "patience is a virtue, baby doll."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, like you have a lot of patience," you scoffed and Eddie held up his hands in defense.

"Look I'm just teasing you, you know that," Eddie said and you glared up at him, a noticeable smile hidden under your defiant glare. "Here," Eddie reaches to unbuckle and unzip himself for you, eyes never leaving yours. Even though every time felt like the first with him, every time felt so special, he somehow found a way to still make you nervous.

"Do you remember where we first met," you blurted out just as Eddie had tossed his pants to the side. He was wearing a Motley Crue sleeveless muscle tee and blue boxers, folding his hands across his chest trying to remember the night the two of you had first crossed paths.

A lightbulb went off in his head, "oh shit, Halloween night! That's right, our first anniversary is coming up." Eddie lit up and his smile brightened and he took you into his arms and held you so tight you thought you might pass out.

You tapped his back, "can't. breathe."

Eddie loosened his grip on you, "sorry, I'm just excited."

"You don't have to apologize, I think I know how excited I make you," you said staring down at his bulge. You could feel him practically stabbing you with it in the hug, he was so painfully hard around you on a regular basis. You breathed and he had a semi, you crossed your legs and he was harder than a rock. But you didn't mind, it felt flattering and charming in the way he would have to physically move you to cover his erection in the grocery store that one time. 'Keep walking, act natural,' he had said and you had to keep your giggles to a minimum even though it was the funniest ordeal you two had gotten yourselves into in public.

"Yeah, and it's all for you, c'mere" Eddie laughed and sat down on the window seat, holding your hands and bringing you to sit in his lap. The large stained glass windows glowed around him as the street lights beamed in. For an old run down house, it did have it's own unique brand of charm. You could see why Eddie made this house a tradition, it was beautiful in a way if you looked at it from the right angles, and when the light hit it just right it felt like magic.

"Lucky me," you say and bring your lips to his, it felt like a real movie moment.

"I think I'm the lucky one," Eddie said gripping your inner thighs under your skirt. You could feel an ache for him between your thighs when he spoke in between hot and sloppy kisses.

"I need you," you said and Eddie knew what you meant immediately. He was the only person you met that you felt you could explain those things to, the only person that understood and was fascinated by your wants and needs. Eddie moved your panties to the side and pulled out his cock through his boxers, lifting you so you sat down on him perfectly. The two of you moaned in unison at the sensation.

Eddie throws both of your shirts across the room in a rushed motion, he's the eager one now. Any time he saw your breasts it was like a fuckin gift, he could've sworn he dreamed you up somehow. He licked and sucked at your nipples, hands gripping and smacking your ass, encouraging you to keep riding him. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a scream but failing when Eddie slaps your ass so hard that you swear you're going to have Eddie sized handprints marking you tomorrow. One thing about Eddie, he was a gentleman, outside of the bedroom only though.

"OW," you scratch at his shoulders and rake your fingers through his hair, tugging it a little, "you're so mean."

"You like it," Eddie stated and smacked your ass again. And he was right, you just liked being a bit of a brat sometimes.

"Mhm, I love you," you mumble into his shoulder where you rested your head, your hands hooked around his neck loosely.

“I love you, you feel so good, baby,” Eddie tugs your hair, your head and eyes rolling back in pleasure. You bounce on Eddie’s cock and he groans, just when you think your legs are about to give out Eddie grips your hips and makes you move in rhythm. Your nails rake down his back and he gropes your chest. "You're so wet for me, fuck."

“Oh fuck,” you moan into Eddie’s mouth and he laughs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing you in slow delicious circles.

“You like that, baby,” Eddie takes his fingers off your clit and puts them in your mouth, “suck.” And you do as he says, your eyes are tearing up from pleasure, he’s relentless when he’s like this.

“Mhm,” you nod and Eddie moans your name and you can feel his come and realize you had both forgotten protection.

“Oh shit,” Eddie’s eyes are big and full of fear, yours are the same. “Oh fuck,” Eddie lifts your skirt up and stares at the mess the two of you had made. He lifts you off of him softly, setting you down in his lap and leans you back so he can slip a digit into your hole, hooking it so it reaches that special spot and you gasp.

“Eddie, you’re getting distracted, this isn’t good,” you pull on his hair, a bit annoyed but still amused by him none the less.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. It’s just that you look so hot with my come, you have to admit it’s kind of sexy. I’m loosing my mind here, god, I don’t need another fuckin’ kink I have enough as it is. Jesus Christ.”

“This can’t be a regular thing, Eddie. So don’t get used to it,” you cross your arms over your chest and your face grows red because Eddie can’t stop playing with you and it feels so wrong, but it feels so right at the same time.

“But you liked it, I could tell,” Eddie smirks.

“Maybe, but only a little,” you admit.

“Yeah, I can tell you only liked it a little bit by the way your pussy is squeezing me, honey.”

“That’s not funny, this is serious. Would it kill you to be serious for one second?”

“Probably, but you love me anyways,” Eddie winks at you.

“Always will.”

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #my fanfics <3

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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hero x villain, they usually get bruised, bloody, and hurt after every fight. one day, the hero staggers half dead through the city, trying to escape someone or something, and hide.

their own nemesis, the ruthless villain, discovers them limping about, easy pickings. they begin with their big bad speech w/ threats until they see that the hero wasn't wounded, they were tortured.

hero sees a side of the villain they had never seen before. villain approaches, says, "who did this to you" ಠ⌣ಠ

They counted themselves lucky when they found an alleyway.

Away from the busy street and the chatting people, they pushed themselves into the darkest corner, into the probably filthiest part of the city.

Fucking hell, it was raining cats and dogs and the hero was sure this was some sick and twisted joke. They’d infect their wound here.

Hospital wasn’t an option. Even if they did reach it in time, announcing themselves and risking their family’s and friend’s safety was something they couldn’t allow.

Their apartment was south, too far south for them to reach. And a hero base hadn’t been constructed in this district yet.

They groaned and threw their head back, putting more and more pressure onto the wound until they had to bite back a scream. What a fucking night.

For mere seconds, they closed their eyes and allowed themselves to rest, despite the ringing in their ears, despite the blood loss and despite the shortening breath. Could they leave a message? So their family could at least get the body? The hero doubted it. They’d lost their phone somewhere during the struggle. Or did it get smashed? They didn’t remember.

When they opened their eyes, the villain stood before them, looking at where the hero had slid down the brick wall.

“What a pretty catch,” they said.

“Sorry, not for sale,” the hero rasped. At this point it didn’t matter, did it? If the villain wanted to kill them, fine. At least the ugly truth wouldn’t come out.

The villain gave one of their cruel, unforgiving smirks and tilted their head. It was a game to them. A game that was too cruel for the hero.

“Well, I’m a big fan of theft.”

“You’re funny.” The hero didn’t laugh. Maybe they would’ve. But the blood loss was killing them. Oxygen. They needed oxygen. Their organs would shut down pretty soon.

“I’ve been following you for like twenty minutes.” The villain observed them slowly, eyes going up and down, inspecting the wounds as if it was their job.

“Ever gotten that checked out? Bit possessive.”

“Aren’t we all, when it comes to you?” Now it was the hero’s turn to smile and to their own surprise, it was real. They meant it. The villain had made them smile.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re pretty popular, don’t you think? People love you, villains hate you. You’re the hot stuff. End boss of my personal mini game.” The hero let out a whimper and squeezed their eyes shut. Having superpowers didn’t free them from pain. The villain frowned.

Exclusivity wasn’t a privilege that also jumped over to their medical condition. Unfortunately.

The hero cursed in their mind. They should’ve been smarter, should’ve seen this coming. What a waste of their own potential.

“This is just a mini game?” the hero asked, wheezing.

“My favourite one.” The villain squatted, closer than they’d ever been to the hero and for a second, the hero expected to be murdered with a knife or worse, tortured even more with the villain’s finger twisting and turning in their open wounds.

But the villain lifted the hero’s arms gently, looked at the wounds, made a grimace and gazed back at the hero.

Something in their face screamed confusion. And something much subtler, whispered anger with the promise of action. It made the villain unpredictable and the hero hated that.

“What?” the hero said.

“Who?” They stared at the wound, brows knitted together. “Who did this?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m dying.”

“I can save you,” the villain said. No hesitation, no second-guessing, just an idea that sounded more like a promise. “But you’ll have to give me the name. Now.”

The hero stared at their enemy. Stared and stared, hoping this was a dream or a sick joke. They couldn’t afford to like the villain, couldn’t afford anything but hate for them.

And yet…the hero’s family, their friends, the city…You’re pretty popular, don’t you think? The city needed them. Obligation.

They had to live. Had to survive to protect. To fight. Not for their own sake but for others. For those who couldn’t protect themselves.

“My sidekick,” the hero said. “My sidekick is trying to torture and kill me.”

#lay down next to me don’t listen when I scream #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #heroxvillain #hero x villain #an answer for an ask #request #whump #h/c

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 9 months

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Firefighter chapter 2.

Note: SURPRISE!!!! direct follow up the first fic.

Warnings: all the damn fluff. Oh, a bit of angst too; mention of fire, animal death, you know, firefighter stuff.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You kept dating that firefighter, who turned out to be a real softie.

wordcount: 6,3k

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'Sihtric is absolutely showing off now.'

You had gone home with Sihtric, as he needed to feed his cat, and you both didn't want to leave each other just yet.

You were still catching your breath after you had sex with him, again, but this time it was in his bed, instead of in your kitchen. You had just cleaned each other up and got some clothes on again when Sihtric joined you back in bed, to finally get some sleep.

'Come here,' Sihtric chuckled softly, 'look… I'm a snuggler, hope you don't mind,' he smiled and pulled you close.

'Oh,' you giggled as you nestled in his arms, 'no, I don't mind.'

'Good,' he hummed and gave you a light squeeze, 'cause I'm really, hm… affectionate,' he smiled a little shyly, 'hope you don't mind that either. I know it's usually not what a girl expects when they see me, but, yeah,' he shrugged.

'I don't mind that either,' you hid your face in his chest with a smile.

You felt a little shy, being all pressed up against his half naked body. Despite having had sex with him already, twice in one day even, you were still taken aback by Sihtric's looks and overall his entire being. And you indeed did not expect he would be this affectionate with you already, but you loved it, although it truly felt too good to be true. A guy as hot as he was, a firefighter after all, who was also funny, caring, good in bed and a cuddle bug? You really hit the jackpot.

Sihtric softly nuzzled your neck before pressing soft kisses to your skin.

'I really like you, cutie,' he whispered and pecked your cheek.

'Stop,' you giggled and tried to hide your face again, 'you're making me shy, Sihtric.'

'Shy?' Sihtric smiled with a frown, 'there's no need to be shy with me, I gave you a whole stiptease,' he laughed, gently lifting your face up to him with his fingertips, 'come give me a kiss, doll.'

He smiled against your lips and hummed softly with each kiss he gave you as he held you close to his chest, under the soft blankets.

'Hm,' he hummed, then cupped your cheeks, 'damn, you're so cute, little love,' he smiled and bit down on his lip, making your cheeks heat up all over again.

The next morning Sihtric brought you home, as you both had to go back to work again after a day off. You worked from home, but Sihtric had a busy week ahead of him, as he had several days of firefighter and first aid training, which was something his whole team had to participate in yearly. And this also meant you wouldn't meet up again until the weekend, when you would join him at the dinner with his firefighter friends and colleagues.

Sihtric kept his hand on your knee the whole ride to your house, mindlessly stroking you with his thumb, which you thought was adorable.

'I wonder how your neighbours are doing,' he asked as he pulled up in your street, 'will take a while before they can move back in again. There was some serious fire damage upstairs.'

'Yeah, me too. I'll call them in a few days, when everything has settled down a little, you know?' you said, 'it's too soon to ask about it yet, I think.'

Sihtric hummed and steered onto your driveaway.

'Alright,' Sihtric said, and he leaned in to cup your cheeks, 'we stay in touch, yeah?'

'Of course,' you smiled and brushed your fingers gently through his short, messy hair. Something you had done several times the night before already, and you just couldn't get enough of the feeling.

'Okay, good,' he smiled and pecked your lips, 'gonna miss you, doll. If I have some spare time in the next few days I'll stop by, but I can't promise anything, love.'

'I know,' you shrugged lightly and moved your hand down to his broad shoulder, 'it's okay. I'll just miss you for a few days,' you chuckled.

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed again, smiling, and he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, 'these training days are time consuming, I'm sorry, baby. I promise I'll make it up this weekend, okay?'

You nodded shyly, smiling.

'Okay,' he smiled, 'come here,' he pulled you closer and gave you a few quick kisses on your lips, 'text me, yeah? Day or night, I don't care.'

'I will,' you promised, stealing another kiss before you got out of his car, 'see you soon.'

'See you soon,' Sihtric smiled sweetly and enjoyed the sight of your ass in those jeans before you closed the car door behind you.

You walked up to your porch, and before you could open your front door, you heard Sihtric's car door open, and he jogged up to you as you turned around with a frown.

'Doll,' Sihtric chuckled lightly, 'hold up,' he said and pulled you close again, 'give me a few more seconds.'

Sihtric wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly in his strong arms, pressed against his broad chest, swaying you gently.

'Sihtric?' you giggled, feeling all shy again, and knowing he really had to go to work.

'Yeah, okay, sorry,' he smiled and stepped back, taking your face in his hands to give you a few more soft kisses, 'see you soon, lady. And give Meow Meow a pet on the head for me when he comes home again.'

Sihtric kissed your cheek once more and reluctantly let go of your hands as he walked away, and he winked with a sweet smile before he got back in his car. And when you finally got inside your house, you squealed loudly as soon as you had closed the door behind you.

You had texted Sihtric goodluck earlier in the day, but he hadn't been able to reply until later that night, when you were already in bed.

You giggled and buried your face in your pillow for a moment. When you looked at your phone again, you saw your last message wasn't delivered yet, and you knew it was because Sihtric had shitty connection over at the training centre, and he had to leave his phone in his locker. As you knew he wouldn't read anything anymore until he probably got home, you left him a voice message, as he said he wanted to hear your voice.

Sihtric: shit, sorry for the late reply. Honestly already counting down the days until the weekend x

Sihtric: missing you doll xxx

You: aw, babe :( me too

You: I miss you too xxx

You: want to call now???

Sihtric: I wish I could baby

Sihtric: but I'm still at the training centre

You: still? It's almost midnight?

Sihtric: told you these things are no joke love

Sihtric: sorry, pretty lady, really want to hear your voice but it's so loud and chaotic here, and I only got a short break…

You: I understand, it's okay

You: what time are you done?

Sihtric: not sure, probably in an hour or so

You: you want to call then?

Sihtric: cutie

Sihtric: you're too sweet, and I'd love to hear your voice before I go to sleep, but it's already late. You should really be asleep by the time I get home. Don't stay up for me x

You: don't tell me what to do ;)

Sihtric: I wouldn't dare

Sihtric: ;)

Sihtric: how's Meow Meow?

You: he's fine! He's home again and seems to be doing well :)

Sihtric: happy to hear love

You: what time do you start again tomorrow?

Sihtric: I have to leave the house at 6 in the morning :(

You: will you even get enough sleep? :(

Sihtric: probably not, but that's what they want, so they can see how we perform with little sleep etc it'll be okay :)

Sihtric: hey I gotta go cutie, last test before I can go home starts in a few minutes

You: oh :( good luck, be safe please

Sihtric: always sweetheart

Sihtric: good night, sweet dreams doll

Sihtric: miss you

You: thank you, handsome :)

Sihtric: can't wait to hold you in my arms again

Sihtric: and kiss you all over

Sihtric: miss you baby

Sihtric: xxxx

You: miss you too :(

'Hey, Sihtric,' you giggled lightly, 'just sending a voice message to wish you good night and sweet dreams for when you get home. I miss you too, and I can't wait to see you in a few days. So, uhh,' you laughed softly, 'talk to you soon, I hope. Miss you… can't stop thinking about you.'

'What are you all blushing for?' Uhtred taunted Sihtric as he closed his locker.

'Oh,' Finan laughed, 'I think he got himself a girlfriend.'

'Shut up,' Sihtric blushed even heavier, 'it's not really official yet…'

'What does that even mean?' Ragnar laughed, 'not really official?'

'It means they probably fucked,' Finan grinned, 'but he hasn't asked her to be his girlfriend yet.'

The men all laughed as Sihtric hid his face and groaned.

'Yeah, but… I did kind of ask her, she just, I don't know, she wants to see if she can handle my job, you know…'

'Who?' Sigtryggr grinned, 'the girl with the cat?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric smiled at the thought of you, 'she's… I, we-' he stammered and then just chuckled, feeling his cheeks heat up again.

'Ah, look at him,' Uhtred taunted, rubbing his hand through Sihtric's hair, 'he's in love!'

All men broke out in laughter and taunted Sihtric for a moment longer.

'She likes you, don't worry,' Ragnar said, 'if she's still up texting you at this hour, she's into you.'

'Aye,' Finan agreed, 'and she seemed okay the other day, before I left, after the fire.'

'I want to bring her this weekend,' Sihtric confessed, 'to our dinner.'

'You should,' Sigtryggr said, 'she can meet our ladies, maybe befriend them. They helped each other a lot when each of us started dating. It's not easy for them to be with us.'

The other men all agreed, telling Sihtric he should definitely bring you. They kept teasing him, but deep down they were all delighted that it seemed like he found someone right for him, as he was the only one of their crew who was still single. And the men wouldn't admit it, but they never understood how Sihtric couldn't find a lady, as he was good looking and caring. He had just been unfortunate in love.

When Sihtric got home, he was exhausted and missed you terribly, and when he listened to your voice message, after he had gotten in bed, he thought his heart would explode with love and his skin would tear open, releasing millions of butterflies as the feeling was driving him crazy. And he sent you a voice message back.

'You don't know how good it is to hear you, love,' his voice was a little raspy, 'you make me so happy. Really miss you.'

You had woken up early the next day, and you almost passed out in bed when you heard Sihtric's voice message, and you couldn't wait to see his reaction when you texted him.

Sihtric ran to his front door and thought his legs would give out underneath him when he saw you. He couldn't bring out a word, instead, he picked you up and spun you around before he cupped your cheeks and kissed your lips.

You: hey, are you up? x

Sihtric: I am, gotta leave soon, already late so I'll be grabbing some coffee on the way x

Sihtric: but shit, what are you doing up at this hour doll?

You: I'm at your door…

Sihtric: WHAT

'Careful!' you laughed.

'What on earth…' Sihtric smiled, bewildered, raking his tattooed fingers through his short, messy bed hair as he looked at you.

'I got you coffee,' you smiled shyly, holding up a thermos flask to him.

'Doll,' Sihtric sighed and grabbed his chest, 'I… I-,' he stammered, 'I don't even know what to say.'

'You don't have to say anything,' you shrugged.

'Come here,' Sihtric smiled and snuck his arms around your waist, 'thank you, lady,' he said and pecked your lips several times, 'so good to see you.'

'And you,' you smiled, pushing yourself up to your tiptoes to kiss him again as you held onto his toned biceps.

Sihtric hummed softly and buried his face in your neck, almost squeezing the air out of your lungs.

'You're gonna make me late,' he chuckled and kissed your cheek.

'No,' you laughed, 'because I am going home again now.'

'Few more minutes?' Sihtric asked. His puppy dog eyes worked wonders, and he grinned when he pulled you against his chest again as you couldn't say no.

You enjoyed the sound of his slightly quickened heartbeat, as your ear was pressed against his chest, and you smiled at the pleasant scent of the handsome firefighter.

'Okay,' you fought his embrace after a moment, 'we should both go, I don't want you to be late because of me.'

'I know,' he smiled, 'thank you, doll, really.'

Sihtric stole a few more kisses before you both walked over to your car, and before you could get in yours, he ran over again for another kiss.

The days seemed to go by incredibly slowly. You and Sihtric texted as much as you could, but it wasn't easy as he was home late each day and had to get up early each morning. Because you had a few meetings scheduled, you also couldn't bring him any coffee anymore in the mornings. But you both survived the seemingly long days, and the weekend was finally here. You had to admit you were very nervous to see Sihtric again, and to meet his friends.

You groaned as you looked at your clothes. But Sihtric was right, you just had to be yourself. So you dressed in comfy jeans and your favourite shirt. You just finished brushing your teeth when your doorbell rang, and you ran to the door. You waited a moment before you opened it, and you took a deep breath, trying to control your nerves. And when you finally opened the door, you were greeted by a big bouquet of flowers, and Sihtric's grin.

You: what do I wear????

Sihtric: whatever you're comfortable in, love

Sihtric: it's just a bbq, don't stress x

You: what are you wearing? x

Sihtric: black jeans and a black sleeveless shirt x

Sihtric: no one cares what you're wearing, trust me

Sihtric: just be you, doll, that's all I want :)

Sihtric: I'm about to get in my car. See you soon xxxx

'Love,' he smiled, pulling you in with his free hand, and he kissed your lips, 'hey, baby,' he whispered and nuzzled your nose softly.

'Hey,' you giggled, feeling all flushed already.

'I got you flowers,' Sihtric said with a shy smile, and he handed you an insane amount of flowers.

'Oh, god,' you chuckled, 'thank you, babe, you really didn't have to,' you said and kissed his cheek, 'let me put them in some water before we go.'

You beckoned Sihtric to step inside as you walked to your kitchen, and Sihtric grinned at the fond memory of that kitchen table when he saw it. He watched you take quick care of the flowers and he didn't know if he wanted to break out in a nervous laughter or simply burst into tears, because his feelings for you overwhelmed him.

'You look pretty,' he said eventually.

'Oh,' you smiled and hid your face behind the flowers as you placed the vase on the table, 'thank you.'

You peeked out over the flowers, taking in his appearance as he was petting Mister Meow Meow, who seemed happy to see his rescuer again, purring as Sihtric held him in his arms.

And the entire sight melted you, making your knees weak. Sihtric looked so good in his skinny jeans with his black boots, and the loose sleeveless shirt, his outfit showed off his arms, legs and ass at the same time. He wore a black leather wristband, which you later saw had runes pressed into them, and he wore a Mjölnir pendant around his neck. He had trimmed his facial hair to a wellkept goatee, and the sides of his head were freshly shaved, but his dark hair was still messy, which you loved. You also noticed he was wearing two silver earrings in one earlobe, which was new to you, and you thought it looked really sexy, as did the hint of eyeliner. And you realised that this is what he looks like when he's not working or on stand-by. And you once again couldn't believe you were dating this guy.

'You look really handsome yourself,' you said from behind the flowers.

'Thanks,' Sihtric laughed, and he put Mister Meow Meow back on his feet again when you grabbed your bag.

'Ready?' you smiled and walked to the door.

'Almost,' Sihtric smiled as he took your hand, and pulled you closer, 'I'm in desperate need of some serious kisses first.'

And about half an hour later you and Sihtric quickly got dressed again. His desperate need for some kisses had quickly led into some seriously hot sex, which had been so loud that Mister Meow Meow had run outside of your house, and was probably traumatised.

Sihtric's hair was already messy before, so he was fast to get ready again to leave for the bbq. But you needed a moment to fix up your hair properly, and Sihtric said he would wait in his car.

'Almost there,' Sihtric said and squeezed your knee as he kept his eyes on the road, behind his black shades.

'Shit,' you suddenly said, feeling nervous again and you squeezed his hand, 'should I have brought something? Like a salad or… or some drinks?'

'No, doll,' Sihtric chuckled, 'everything is taken care of, don't worry.'

'But I feel so rude,' you sighed, 'I don't want to be the new girl who just comes over to hoard free food.'

'Well,' Sihtric laughed, 'if it makes you feel any better, I'm definitely there to hoard free food.'

You looked at Sihtric and couldn't help but laugh, feeling your nerves disappear slowly, and your cheeks hurt from smiling when Sihtric pulled up at his friend's house.

'Hey, uh, look,' Sihtric said before you got out of the car, 'I, eh, I- I know I already said I'm like… affectionate and all that,' he blushed a little, 'but, eh, but I also… you know, eh, I… I- I'm also like that when I'm in public,' he gave you a cute, worried look, 'I know not everyone likes their boyfriend doing that, so I… I-'

'Just be you, Sihtric. I always had shitty boyfriends who never showed any affection. It would be nice to finally, you know… know what it's like when someone does,' you smiled shyly and looked down at your feet.

'Thank you,' Sihtric said softly and he held your hand, 'my previous girlfriends also didn't show much affection, public or private,' he smiled weakly, 'while it's… I guess it's my love language. And I know I can be a little much,' he sighed, 'so, also don't be afraid to tell me when it becomes too much for you, okay? Because I do get it.'

'I think it's usually other people who have issues with it,' you shrugged.

'My friends have no issues with it,' Sihtric smiled, 'they've known me for almost my whole life really, they know how I am. They don't judge anyone, and they're not hiding their affection for their partners either,' he said, 'but I know I am the one who has no limit,' he chuckled, 'so, you know,' he took your chin gently between his fingers and leaned in, 'you gotta keep me in check sometimes,' he winked and gave you a soft kiss.

And as always, the hot firefighter set your body ablaze with his soft hums each time he kissed you.

'Okay,' you smiled and bit down on your lip, 'but… does this mean you're… my boyfriend now?'

'I sure hope so, doll,' Sihtric said softly as his mismatched eyes darted over your face, and he smiled sweetly, 'if you want me to be your man, that is.'

'Yeah,' you felt yourself blushing, 'I want you to be mine,' you smiled, once again incredibly shy upon his piercing gaze.

'Then I'm yours, lady,' Sihtric said, 'all yours.'

'And I'm yours,' you whispered, and a soft, nervous giggle escaped your lips, which Sihtric thought was absolutely adorable, and he bit down on his lip as he kept his big eyes on you.

'You're my girl,' he said with a cheeky smile, 'all mine.'

'There they are!' Ragnar yelled from behind a smoking BBQ, and he threw his hands up, holding a beer and a spatula.

'Sihtric and his girlfriend!' Uhtred belted out when he saw you both walk into Ragnar's backyard.

You were surprised by their excitement, and laughed. Sihtric shook his head with a smile as he held you close, his arm around your neck.

'Sihtric and his not official girlfriend!' Finan taunted, to which the men all laughed.

'No!' Sihtric said and stopped walking, holding up his finger to silence everyone, and he grinned, 'she's officially my lady as of today.'

Everyone broke out in loud cheers and raised their bottles, cans and glasses, and you already felt welcomed. You also couldn't believe your luck when you saw a cute dog run around the backyard, which was apparently Uhtred's.

'Have a seat,' one of the women said as she walked over to you and took your hand, pulling you away from Sihtric, 'my name is Thyra,' she smiled sweetly.

You looked back at Sihtric who winked at you before he went to grab you both a drink.

'We heard so much about you,' Thyra said, her voice was pleasant.

Her whole energy was pleasant, actually. Calm and soft.

'Oh, god,' you grimaced as you sat down, 'you heard about me?'

'Yes,' Thyra smiled, 'Sihtric told the guys all about you, and they obviously told us,' she looked at the other women who all giggled.

'Well I sure hope he didn't tell you everything,' you chuckled, not lying.

'Don't worry,' Sihtric said as he sat down next to you with a grin, handing you a drink, 'I didn't tell them about that striptease.'

You almost choked as you took a sip of your drink and you felt your face heat up, while Sihtric casually sipped his beer and wrapped his arm around your neck again. The ladies laughed, which made you wonder if they had all experienced a striptease from their own firefighter.

'Okay, so,' Sihtric said as all the men joined the table, 'that's Ingrith, who is married to Finan, but you already know him.'

'Yep,' you smiled and waved.

'That is Uhtred,' Sihtric continued, introducing his friends, 'who is married to Gisela. Ragnar is married to Brida, Sigtryggr is dating Stiorra, and Thyra here is married to Beocca.'

'I will try my best to remember all your names,' you said, to which they all laughed.

'Beocca is retired, by the way,' Finan said, 'in case you wondered why there's one old bastard in the group here.'

'Damn you,' Beocca muttered and rolled his eyes.

You couldn't help but laugh at their banter, as did everyone else, even when you desperately tried to hide your amusement, and Sihtric fell even more in love with you at that moment.

Uhtred, Beocca and Sigtryggr made their way over to the BBQ, after asking what everyone wanted to eat, and they took care of it. Meanwhile, everyone left at the table was desperate to learn more about you. So you answered their burning questions, while Sihtric just stared at you, completely in love, and he occasionally moved his arm down to hold your waist, only to move it up again and hold you close as his arm was wrapped around your shoulder, and eventually it was around your neck again.

'Be back in a moment, okay, doll?' Sihtric said after a while, and kissed your cheek.

'Where are you going?' you asked as he got up.

Sihtric made an apologising face and showed you his pack of cigarettes, then went to join the men around the BBQ. From your seat, you had a clear view of him, and you didn't even notice you were staring at him as he smoked while joking around with some of the guys. But the women all saw your gaze, and it made them smile.

'You really like him, don't you?' Gisela asked.

'What?' you asked, being pulled back into the conversation again, 'oh, uh… y-yeah,' you chuckled shyly and cleared your throat.

'Don't feel ashamed,' Ingrith said, noticing you felt embarrassed they caught you staring, 'we're happy to see he finally found someone who looks at him the way you do.'

The women quickly agreed and Brida said, 'Sihtric's been very unfortunate with love. He's a sweet guy, probably the sweetest of them all.'

'Hey,' Ragnar huffed and raised an eyebrow, then broke out in a smile, 'no, she's right,' he said, 'Sihtric is a good guy. Has a lot of love to give, and so far no one has been able to handle him.'

'He's very loyal,' Stiorra said.

'Very affectionate,' Thyra smiled.

'Passionate,' Ingrith added.

'Insane sex drive too,' Ragnar said and burped.

Finan broke out in a laugh and slapped Ragnar's shoulder, 'aye, that is true,' he laughed.

You felt your face heat up again but you also had to laugh along with the entire table, and the men over at the BBQ turned their heads and wondered what was so funny at the table. Sihtric met your eyes and he gave you a sly smile and a flirty wink.

'Y-yeah,' you chuckled, 'I, eh, figured,' you said as Sihtric made his way back to you, and he quickly ate a few mints to hide the smell of cigarettes before he pulled you close again.

'Hey,' he smiled when you looked into his eyes.

'Hey,' you smiled.

'Having fun?'

'Yeah, everyone's really nice,' you said.

'Good,' Sihtric smiled and pecked your lips, 'you're pretty,' he said, randomly.

Before you could become shy again, the other men brought over plates with the grilled food, and you all attacked your dinner at the same time. You enjoyed the banter between everyone, as no one was safe from it. Even you became a target when Sihtric mentioned the name of your cat. But you were quick to snap back and told everyone that at least your cat wasn't named Dog. And that was also the exact moment when Sihtric's friends, or better said, his family, just accepted you completely. And as everyone started to have their own small conversations, you got a little too eager with the egg salad on your slice of bread, and spilled it down your chin as you took a bite.

'Crap,' you chuckled while looking for a napkin, but Sihtric was quick to wipe your chin with his thumb, which he cleaned by sticking it in his mouth.

'Thanks,' you mumbled.

'Honey, you still got some...' Sihtric smiled, 'wait, come here, I smudged it a little, sorry,' he said and held your chin as he brought his face closer to yours.

Sihtric nuzzled your nose softly with a light chuckle, and then slowly dragged his tongue over your chin, up to your lower lip, and he gave you a soft kiss. You giggled softly, and you gasped when he suddenly said, 'I wouldn't mind eating some more of you, lady,' and winked.

Sihtric pulled away and returned to his food, while you were quick to hide your flushed, smiling face behind a napkin.

'You want to try this?' Sihtric asked after a moment.

'What is it?'

'I don't even know,' Sihtric shrugged, 'but it's good. Here,' he turned to you, politely taking your chin again as he gently fed you a small bite of whatever it was he had on his plate.

'Hm,' you hummed, a little unsure as you chewed, 'what's this?' you asked everyone else at the table, pointing at Sihtric's plate.

'Ahh,' Finan said as he inspected the meat, 'oh, that's rabbit!'

'Oh,' you said and grimaced, and you heard Sihtric drop his fork on his plate.

'Oh, no,' Gisela said, trying to hide a laugh, 'who gave Sihtric rabbit?'

No one answered, but you saw Uhtred was very quick to down his drink while everyone else just shrugged. You turned to Sihtric, who sat with his head in his hands.

'Babe?' you asked, concerned, and you took his hands, 'what's wrong?'

Sihtric sighed and pouted as he looked at his plate.

'One time,' Sihtric started and exhaled loudly.

'Oh, here we go,' Finan said, amused, and he sat back.

And you saw how everyone else at the table had to hide their smiles.

'One time,' Sihtric said again, 'there was a fire at a petting zoo. And we… we saved all the animals. Or so, we thought. But when we were done, I saw we had missed one… one…'

'Rabbit?' you guessed.

'Yeah,' Sihtic groaned and hid his face again.

'Oh, no,' you said.

'You're not telling her the best part,' Uhtred grinned, and everyone chuckled.

Sihtric sighed and looked at you, '...and I cried for an hour,' he confessed with a light chuckle, as the table erupted in loud laughter.

'Oh my god,' you snorted, 'I- I'm sorry?' you laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck.

'It's been five years,' Sihtric chuckled, 'and I still feel bad about it. I'm really not much of a macho, huh?'

'Well,' you kissed his cheek, 'I still think you're hot.'

When you were all done eating, and everyone was kind of minding their own business, you got up to play with Uhtred's dog. Sihtric stared at you, completely smitten, as he sat back in his chair. He watched you until he finished his drink and then walked up to you, just as you took a picture of the dog.

'Taking sneaky pictures of the dog?' Sihtric said as he kneeled down next to the golden retriever, giving the dog a hug.

'Maybe,' you smiled.

'Yeah, I get it,' he said and looked the dog in the eyes, 'you're way cuter than me,' he said to the dog, who started to wag his tail.

'The picture would be cuter if you'd be on it, with the dog,' you said.

'I'll do you one better,' Sihtric smiled as he got up, and he took your phone, 'come here,' he said and wrapped his arm around your neck again as he pulled you in for a selfie.

He snapped a bunch of pictures. Some of you both smiling, one where Sihtric winked with a sexy grin, a few where he kissed your cheek and a few when he kissed your lips. And you usually hated yourself in photos, but you had to admit these were all cute as Sihtric swiped through them to see how they turned out. Then he opened your texting app and texted himself all the photos, so he had them too. And you saw how he was quick to change his wallpaper and lockscreen to one of the photos, and you did the same.

As the evening progressed, the men became more cocky and loud. And even Sihtric, who was all cutesy and sweet with you, couldn't help becoming a bit of an alpha male when a push up contest was brought to life by Ragnar.

'Is this… normal?' you laughed as you watched all the men line up as they bickered.

'Ragnar loves games,' Brida said, 'this always happens at some point, yes.'

All the women laughed, but had to admit they enjoyed the little contest. Beocca refused to join and as Ragnar played referee, he also just watched. Uhtred was the first to tap out, saying he ate too much, to which all the other men gave him shit. Then Finan gave up, after about 50 push-ups, which was impressive regardless. And then it came down to Sihtric and Sigtryggr, who both seemed to be in the same, good shape, and neither showed any sign of struggle as they reached 100 push-ups.

'Sihtric is absolutely showing off now,' Gisela chuckled and nudged your elbow.

You and Stiorra enjoyed the sight of your own man showing his strength, but Ragnar became impatient as they simply wouldn't give up, and he decided to sit down on both their backs, after which they collapsed with a heavy groan and hard laughter as Ragnar tumbled off them. Then some playful bickering started between Sigtryggr and Sihtric, arguing who would have won, and before you knew it they ended up in a wrestling match.

All men gathered around them and started to hype them up, except for Beocca, and some even placed bets on who would win. And you truly felt like one of the women when you all sighed and shook your head at their boyish behaviour. But like every other lady there, you also loved seeing your firefighter all relaxed and playful. And as their man-fight continued, you ended up talking about their job with the others.

'You don't need to worry about Sihtric,' Brida said.

'He is very careful,' Beocca confirmed, 'I've worked with him for several years, he really doesn't take unnecessary risks and has a good eye to estimate the situation and any danger.'

'And he has a great team around him. They all look out for each other,' Gisela smiled.

'I know their job is scary,' Stiorra said, 'I only started dating Sigtryggr last year, and I was terrified,' she said, 'and that's normal. But you also have to learn to trust your man, know that this is his job, and that he's good at it, or else he wouldn't be doing it.'

'At the end of the day,' Thyra said, 'you need to understand that all Sihtric wants is to come back home to you. He's not playing around with fire or anything. In fact, they rarely get hurt or seriously injured.'

'And if they get hurt it's usually because of shit like that,' Brida laughed and cocked her head towards the ongoing wrestling match, which now seemed unfair as Sihtric and Sigtryggr had ganged up on Ragnar.

'I understand,' you smiled, 'thank you, really,' you said, 'for everything. For being so kind and welcoming, and for reassuring me.'

'I've never seen Sihtric this happy,' Beocca said, 'and I saw that boy grow up basically. You two seem to be a good match. And it will not always be easy, there will be many times when you will be worried about him, but you can't let that ruin your relationship.'

You agreed and said you understood, and they all told you that if you ever needed someone to talk about it, they were just one call away, and you were already added in their group chat.

As it was already dark by now, and getting late, the men decided that they should probably end their neverending bickering and had to show some love to their partners. And each couple slowly moved away from each other in the large backyard, just enjoying some "alone time" after barely having seen each other because of the training week.

'Guess I've been approved,' you smiled as Sihtric pulled you in his lap.

'I didn't expect anything else, love,' he smiled, and you noticed his cheek was a little bruised.

'Honey,' you chuckled, 'you should play a little less rough,' you said as you gently touched his bruise, which Sihtric felt and he hissed lightly.

'Yeah, maybe,' he shrugged with a grin, 'but I won't play less rough with you tonight,' he smiled and pulled your lips to his for a soft kiss.

Sihtric pulled back and looked at you, with soft eyes and a sweet smile, before he chuckled lightly, 'hm,' he hummed and nuzzled your nose, 'you're so pretty,' he pecked you lips, 'and cute, and sexy,' he sighed.

You giggled shyly again and wrapped your arms around his neck.

'And you're so damn cute when you get all shy around me,' Sihtric said as he leaned back again for a moment, 'come here, give me some love, doll,' he smiled and kissed your lips again, humming softly.

Sihtric slowly moved one hand up in your hair and his other settled on your neck, and he deepened the kiss when he felt your hands on his cheeks. He moaned softly as he felt your tongue in his mouth and his grip on you tightened slightly. And you made out on that chair, in Ragnar's backyard, as if no one else was around.

'Fuck,' Sihtric sighed after a while, and leaned his forehead against yours, 'I think I'm in love.'

'Me too,' you smiled.

After endless kisses, you and Sihtric finally decided to go home, as it was almost midnight. You agreed to sleep over at Sihtric, but not after you had grabbed some clean clothes and fed Mister Meow Meow.

Once again, Sihtric kept his hand on your knee as he drove to your house, although you noticed he became a little more confident and cheeky, and his hand gradually slid higher up your thigh every few minutes.

You both joked a little and smiled as Sihtric was about to pull up to your driveway, but then you both heard a thump beneath the car and Sihtric immediately hit the brakes.

'What was that?' Sihtric grimaced as he took off his seatbelt.

Your stomach turned and you somehow already knew what had happened before Sihtric even got out of the car.

'Oh, no,' Sihtric said with wide eyes, his hands in his hair as he looked down at the ground in silence.

You opened the car door and stepped out, but Sihtric was quick to run towards you.

'No, no,' he said, teary eyed and with a tremble in his voice, 'love, y-you don't want to see-'

'No! Meow Meow!' you cried as Sihtric wrapped you in his arms, and he held you tight against his chest.

'I'm… I'm so sorry, baby.'

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pigfacedbitch · 8 months

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Dating Clovis

summary : general headcanons of dating the son of Hypnos.

word count : 0.5k

type : headcanons

pairing/s involved : Clovis x Reader

warning/s : threatening someone (?), otherwise it's just fluff. 😘

here is my masterlist!

Note : I love me some sleepy boi😍 I am slightly obssesed with him since he was introduced in The Lost Hero, an underrated character if you ask me.

It's always funny to see the new campers' reactions when they hear that Clovis is dating you.

"Really? (Y/N) and Clovis? But she's so energetic and he's...not."

Honestly, many people feel bad for you because Clovis is not an ideal boyfriend. He's not exactly... what's the word? Present.

You're singing along by the campfire? He's sleeping on a log nearby. You're training to enhance your fighting skills? He's drooling all over shields. You're having a meeting with the other counsilors? He's dozing off beside you.

Not to mention, THIS BOY MANAGES TO FALL ASLEEP IN THE WORST OF SITUATIONS.

"(Y/N)! Wake your boyfriend up, the empousai almost killed him!"

"I swear to the gods, love! We are in the middle of a battle!"

He's a heavy sleeper, deal with it.

However, he tries to stay awake a little longer for your sake. Do the others take advantage of that? Yes. 😂

"Percy, what do you need my help with?"

"Actually (Y/N), we need Clovis' help."

"You need me to keep him awake again, is that it?"

"Well, yes-"

"Let my boyfriend sleep, Jackson."

The best method to keep him awake is by kissing his chubby cheeks, squeezing him in your hold, or ruffling that tangled, blonde hair.

You will hear whines of complain but once you stop, he will rub his head against you and ask you to continue. He's like a cat.

Naps together is a must! Clovis will drag you to Cabin 15 if he has to, you can't refuse. Not that you will.

Also provides you with the fluffiest of pillows, softest of blankets, and the most delicious milk you ever tasted (not that type of milk, you dirty minded-👁️👄👁️)

He may not take you on a date the normal way but he will use his ability to manipulate dreams— joining yours and his.

There, you can be wherever you want to. At the top of Eiffel Tower, swimming in the sunken Titanic ship, or performing with your favorite artist on a stage.

Anything you want, Clovis will make it happen. It's his way of making up to you, I suppose.

He always mutters your name in his sleep with a dreamy smile on his face. This often gets him teased by his siblings, or anyone else who witnesses it happen.

"Seriously (Y/N), I heard him moan your name!"

"Leo, stop it."

"It's true, it was a very good dream."

"Clovis!"

I don't think he ever gets assigned to any quests but you do. He's still asleep whenever you say goodbye to him but expect that he'll visit you in your dreams.

He'll ask how you're day went, updates with what's going on in Camp Half-Blood, spilling the usual tea; that kind of stuff. I assume time stops in dream land so you and Clovis have all the time in the world.

He will also visit dreams of the people you're on a quest with, warning them that if something happens to you they will never wake up again. This boy can be dark, don't test him.

You still wonder why all of them are so overprotective over you.

Hypnos seems to approve of your relationship because ever since you started dating his son, you never had trouble falling asleep again.

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galactiquest · 8 months

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Feral for affection uncanny vash or knives.

🌻have a good day

Hi there Sunflower Anon! I'm going to call you that, especially if you come back again with another sunflower. Thanks for the ask!!

I've seen the uncanny Vash and Knives stuff blow up in popularity. I Was there. Though sometimes I feel it's disingenuous to call them uncanny--that's our human interpretation of their forms. Maybe something more along the lines of primal? Well, syntax aside, I think it's a super fun idea to lean more into the alien ideals of Plants. I have plenty of my own headcanons for how the two look and operate, but, let's not focus on that right now. Let's just get affectionate!

Vash and Knives x Reader: Affections (Uncanny ver.)

Content Warnings: General uncanny or possibly unnerving content ahead. Features like multiple eyes/limbs/etc. are discussed, and there may be an implicit body horror to it. No violence, though! Just cuteness aside from all that!

Vash

I think Vash is pretty hesitant at first to show you any sort of uncanny parts of himself. I mean, we already know how he feels about his scars--he really doesn't want to scare you off, especially once you two have become close.

But if you can slowly and gently coax him out of his shell, if you can convince him that yes, you'll love every part of him, no matter how ugly he may think those parts are, he'll eventually relent.

And at first, it's just a few features that pop out. It might be reflective, glowy eyes in the nighttime, or fingers that have grown out just a little too long for the average man, or even a few spiny scutes along his back.

Once he's comfortable, though? He lets it all hang out. Not like that--he just allows his true form to come through. And there's lots of limbs and even some sharp edges to deal with... But if you're patient, you'll find he's maybe even more affectionate like this!

Cuddles end up the best because now instead of two (sometimes one, if he has the prosthetic off) arms around you, it's six (more like five!) and you are ever-so-tightly squeezed against his body. He also has a very comfortable temperature, so you never have to worry about being too hot or too cold. It's just right!

Purring. Yes, I know it's cliché, I know that it's mentioned in every imagine, but come on. It's so cute. I don't think it's like animal purring, though, maybe more like an engine. Or perhaps more akin to a larger cat purring. Less cutesy, more... well, rumbly. Sometimes it makes his whole body vibrate.

With his extra appendages, he loves to tickle you. Prepare to be bombarded with tickles. He's able to dance across your skin so fast that you can barely catch him in time to try and swat him away.

Kisses! He tries to be so careful with kisses since his jaw can unhinge and all that. And lots of teeth get in the way. But if you don't mind that... Or perhaps, if you're into that... Well, you can definitely start experimenting. But he's still as gentle as possible.

Knives

Now this is someone who's not afraid to show you their true self. Knives is going to quickly reveal his primal form to you. If you can't learn to get comfortable with it, he's obviously not for you. (It begs the question as to why he keeps a more humanoid form too--maybe it's just easier to get around in human-sized spaces with?)

No matter your initial reaction, I think he's going to make some kind of comment. You get scared? Typical human. You like it? Disgusting. You act as utterly neutral as possible? Don't lie to yourself. There's seriously no winning with him.

But with whatever charm (or perhaps sheer persistence) you give, the two of you are a pair now. And if there's one word to describe how he acts with you? It's protective.

If you two are ever out and about, he's got a sharp, bright wing curled over and around you, shielding from peering eyes. On the outside, it's all points and blades (and knives?) but on the inside, only for you to see, there's some softer, more downy feathers. Just so you won't rust up the blades, whatever you say, Knives.

His conscious self isn't keen to showing affection, but his subconscious body sure is. Expect a few tingly vines trying to wrap around and hold your hand, or a tail-like appendage that rests on your waist/shoulders, or a wing tickling your cheek. He swears he isn't doing it intentionally.

Unlike his brother, he's not a super affectionate guy, as stated above, so don't expect much in the way of kisses. Unless the two of you are alone, and he's in a better-than-usual mood. Then his cravings might get the better of him, and he might just tackle on top of you to bite a chunk out of you--I mean, get a few sloppy kisses in.

Overall? In front of others, relatively distant. Behind closed doors? You're becoming his. Tight tendrils keep you close at night, teeth nibble at the nape of your neck, the sharp edges of leaves or feathers tease your skin but never come too close. He's too precise to actually ever hurt you.

End Notes: I think their "true" forms are something akin to an insectoid/angelic/plant-like mix, where it's sort of indescribable, archaic, tangled and messy. Maybe I ought to draw them and show you all...~

Also, there REALLY need to be more 1998 Knives gifs, or I'm about to pony up and just make a buttload of my own.

Okay, last note. Sorry this took me a while! I just moved back into college and my first week was busy! (^人^)

#vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #knives x reader #millions knives x reader #trigun x reader #galactifics #love mail #Anonymous #🌻 anon #look at that you even get your own tag so if you come back you can send me more!!!

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gingerjunhan · 4 months

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boyfriend headcannons - han hyeongjun

☆彡 EEEEEEKK it’s Jun Han time! :D 🩷

word count: 690 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: YouTube like is safe!!, all caps, (Hyeongjun’s) insecurities mentioned, eating mentioned, I love him, not proofread, lmk if I missed something

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obviously, I have a lot to say

here we go

first things first, Hyeongjun shows you how he loves you instead of telling you

there was some radio interview they did one time where the other members said he doesn’t say “I love you much”

so he makes sure to physically show his appreciation for you

what’s that? you were stressed from your workload? Hyeongjun made you dinner and cleaned up your place while you were out

you’re feeling nervous about a big job interview? he got you flowers to wish you good luck

stuff like that

I also feel like someone somewhere said that Hyeongjun is really good with dates?

idk maybe I’m gaslighting myself into thinking that

but he never never forgets anything!

birthdays, anniversaries, important events- he’s there

I also think a lot about the one Knock Down Debate that they did where Hyeongjun yelled at the others because they never pick up their phones when he calls them

so hey, at least he’s good at communication in that aspect

I don’t think Hyeongjun is one for pet names

I literally cannot picture him calling someone a pet name, but I could easily be wrong

if he did I feel like they would be simple

“honey”

“love”

“sweetie”

short and sweet stuff

he gets flustered easily if you call him something though!

I feel like it would be really easy to fluster him

STOOOPP imagine Hyeongjun meeting your pets

forget about your family- let this man meet your cat

okay but fr this man is sweating buckets meeting your family

he’s afraid that they would think he’s too quiet or too boring :(

but once they get to know him and once he warms up to them that’s obviously not true!

I mean, come on, look at the way that man can shred on the guitar. there is not a boring bone in his body

he’s a kiss on the cheek typa guy

no big fancy gestures

just something cute, simple, and sweet

he actually doesn’t strike me as a big gesture guy at all?

no wait let me explain

let me cook

not big on PDA, not the best with words, and he wouldn’t feel like his acts of kindness are very big

like, he let you hold on to kkito while he was away for a few days so you wouldn’t miss him- why are you crying?

ugh I wanna squeeze him :(

he will come to you with any sort of problem no matter how big or how small

he trusts you completely

he would literally be your friend first and your boyfriend second

Hyeongjun strikes me as the type to not need affection much, but when he does he’s a little nervous to ask

“Jun, what’s wrong?”

“I need a hug.” :(

you almost don’t hear him but y’all are so close that you can figure it out

you can basically read his mind

I feel like a relationship with Hyeongjun would go slow, and that’s okay!

why mess with perfection 😉

no need to rush first kisses or first I love yous

you’re just having fun together!

HE MAKES A PLAYLIST OF SONGS THAT REMIND HIM OF YOU 😭😭😭😭

“This song played in the restaurant during our first date.”

“This song was stuck in my head right before you kissed me for the first time.”

“This song was-“ STOP IT I can’t do this anymore

ALWAYS makes sure you’re taking care of yourself

making sure you eat meals and get enough rest

he’s so open minded!

I feel like he has strong opinions, but he’s chill with most things?

those two things literally cancel out but whatever

he buys clothes that he also thinks you would like in case you want to steal them 😼

pays very close attention to detail!

no new haircut or nail color goes unnoticed!

he draws little pictures of you in his sketchbook all the time :(

loving Hyeongjun is gentle, calm, and fun- like sitting in the grass on a sunny day

no pressure, no rush, just you two having fun being together 🩷

god I love him so much

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

#xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #xdh fluff #junhan x reader

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flamingo-writes · 6 months

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Comfort — Hobie x Reader

I believe I didn’t mention the reader’s pronouns at all so, GN!Reader

A/N: this is merely a comfort fic for myself. This is a fic I wrote for myself to deal with the events of my day. When I have bad days like these, I tend to dissociate a lot and deal through fictional scenarios in my head. And this was what came out of that dissociative episode.

Warnings: mentions of death, losing a pet. Also not proof read. I’ll eventually proof read this, today is not the day for that.

Hobie knew right away something was wrong when you weren’t in your flat. Sure the lights were on, your stuff from work in the living room, and the window unlocked as usual for him to climb inside. But you were nowhere to be seen.

That only meant you were on the rooftop.

And unless you were with him chilling, it usually meant you had too much on your head and had gone up there to get some fresh air.

So he went up there. And at the smell of smoke he knew right away you were there. Leaning against the balcony. Staring at the city lights forming constellations on the ground. And listening to the cars playing an orchestra of their own. Your kind was lost in nothing, your body completely still. Between your index and middle finger rested your consuming cigarette, as you idly bit your thumb nail from that same hand.

“Hey,” Hobie purred. The silence was broken as he walked up to you and kissed the top of your head as you finally moved and looked at him, smiling softly.

“Hey,” You replied in a low whisper and brought the cigarette to your lips.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered softly, as he watched you take a drag and blow the smile up into the air.

“My mum called earlier…Do you remember the old family dog?” You began, shaking the ash off the cigarette.

“Oh no…”

“Yeah…It was very sudden apparently…I mean, we knew he was old but…we thought he still had a few months more…and it was very sudden…the dog was fine this morning and then…” You sighed deeply, feeling the tears creep up on your eyes, squeezing them tightly, as you held your breath in an attempt to keep yourself from crying.

You put off the cigarette tail on the stone balcony and sighed deeply.

“Shite, sweetheart…” Hobie said kissing your temple and hugged you. “I’m so sorry…I know you loved that dog…” He purred.

Your arms wrapped weakly around his torso as you buried your face in his chest.

“I did…Very much…I missed him so bad when I moved out of my mum’s” You sobbed gently. “But the worst part wasn’t losing the dog, was seeing everyone’s heart breaking when we realised he was gone…” You cried softly. “My brother was devastated, my mom was heartbroken…And I keep telling myself…we gave that dog a good and long life we took care of him till the very end…And he looked after us in return…Always kept an eye on the house, you know? And now— I went to my mom’s place as soon as she called…And the yard feels awfully empty without him…” you kept crying against his chest, letting out the tears you’d been holding in all day long in your chest, not realising how much you needed to actually cry. You saw everyone cry, you’d heard your mother freak out on the phone when she called you to tell you the dog wasn’t breathing.

Hobie’s arms tightened around you, as his hands rubbed your back. “It’s okay, luv…Cry all you need…” He whispered. “I’ve got you. And you and your family are gonna get through this, okay? Hold on to those cute memories of your dog, and think of how even when he’s gone, that joy you felt in your memories will remain, and no one can take that away from you, okay?” He whispered.

He remained there, holding you tightly, letting you cry. He was more of a cat person, but just the idea of losing one of his cats was more than enough to make him nauseous, he could only imagine how you felt. He kissed your head and kept reassuring you, hoping that his warm arms and sweet words helped soothe the pain.

They did. For the most part at least. Sure this new found emptiness was going to take a while to heal, and for the next few days you’d have to assimilate that every time you went visit your mum, there wasn’t going to be a dog to greet you like it always did. But you knew you’d eventually learn to deal with that pain and eventually heal.

For the time being, Hobie’s arms were tight enough to keep you from falling apart. His love was more tender than any velvet blanket. His words far more calming than any lullaby.

He kissed the top of your head once he noticed you’d stopped sobbing. “It’s okay, luv, I’ve got you…” He reassured you.

#hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie x y/n #hobie fanfic #spider punk x reader

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blorbo-adoption-poll · 3 months

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Adoption poll round 1 match 1

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb)

Rio Ranger (Your Turn To Die)

Propaganda under the cut

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) Propaganda

(cw suicide, also, many spoilers) Her original parents killed like two hundred kids and squeezed all their soul juice into her before she was born and expected her to be cool with it. And then when she wasn't cool with it they killed themselves and tried to get her to join them. Then later she becomes a saint and god half-assedly tries to be a father figure but he basically sees her as a pathetic failure that needs to be put down and her mentor saint also thinks she's hopeless and is very cruel to her about it. Also there's a bunch more hecked up stuff going on with her but I'm trying to keep this short. Anyways I just think she needs parents who will actually care for her and respect her because she certainly hasn't gotten any of that so far and we could change that.

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Scrungly little wet cat with so much wrong with her. She’s haunted by the ghosts of over 200 people. Like actually, not metaphorically. One of them is her mother in law. She gave herself a lobotomy and now every so often she’ll have a brain aneurysm. She learns how to rewire her brain so she doesn’t sleep and doesn’t sleep again for several days. Small goth nun who is also a lesbian. Kinda makes you wanna scoop her up and put her in some kind of pillow nest with a warm beverage and look after her.

Rio Ranger (Your Turn To Die) Propaganda

HE’S RIO RANGER

#adoption poll #tournament poll #harrowhark nonagesimus #the locked tomb #rio ranger #your turn to die

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chelseeebe · 2 years

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still don’t know my name.

summary: at the halloween party, you witness hawkins high king and queen arguing. but then you’re dragged into the middle of it by king steve himself, causing some incredibly confusing feelings.

i’ve been listening to so much music, every song inspires a new story so i just write and write and come up with stuff like this el oh el. think there could potentially be a part two to this story.

you weren’t normally a party person, but it was halloween and even you knew that sitting in your room alone was super depressing.

your best friend robin had convinced you it’d be fun. ‘c’mon man, it’ll be great. plus, it’s halloween, d’ya really wanna be stuck at home answering the door to kids all night?’

you knew why she really wanted to go, the party was at vickie’s house and to robin this was her only chance of actually speaking to her. although, you knew your best friend, probably better than you knew yourself at this point, so you also knew that she was going to stand in the corner all night not even looking in vickie’s direction.

‘okay, i’ll go with you. but you better not leave me for vickie, robin i’m serious.’

this causes your red headed best friend to giggle, ‘i won’t! you know you’re my number one,’ she winks at you, ‘now hurry! go and get ready now!’

‘oh shit, i don’t have a costume, what the fuck am i gonna wear?’

robin purses her lips, scanning your cluttered room.

‘aha!’ she pulls out a child-sized cat eared headband, ‘you can be a cat! we can draw whiskers on and you can just wear something black!’ robin had the tendency to get a tad over-excited, this was one of those times. she’s practically bouncing up and down on your bed.

‘okay fine. i’m going to shower, please don’t break anything in here while i’m gone.’ she grins back at you and shoo’s you away with her hands.

you step out of your car, robin in tow. she looked great, she was dressed like princess leia from star wars, a movie she’d been begging you to watch for far too long. she’d given the costume a personal spin, opting for white trousers and shirt over a dress, it was just more robin this way. her hair was still curled into the iconic leia buns.

the music is already blaring, you didn’t take vickie for a party animal nor did you think that she was particularly popular, she was like you and robin, not popular but not unpopular, you just sort of existed around both groups of people. so it shocks you when you spot multiple people wearing the hawkins high green varsity jacket.

real original.

‘okay, let’s do this dollface.’ robin blows you a kiss, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the party.

it was packed. people you’d never have expected to see outside of their relevant clique table were sat talking to each other. maybe this wasn’t going to be too bad afterall. your assumptions of the party were that it was going to be just like school, in which you were invisible to the vast majority of attendees.

‘robin! you came!’ vickie barrels up to the pair of you, she’s dressed as a mummy, i think, either way she looks incredible and you could see that robin definitely agreed. ‘and y/n! i’m so glad you both decided to come!’

you smiled at her, knowing you’d most likely only gotten the invite because of robin.

‘come come, get a drink! let’s party!’ it wasn’t a secret that vickie had had a few already. this was great news for robin, hoping that this meant she could squeeze some information out of her.

you follow robin and vickie into the kitchen, sweeping the room as you go. it was like nothing you had ever seen, clean-cut cheerleaders downing shots, ‘nerds’ playing beer pong with the basketball team.

across the kitchen you spot nancy wheeler and her boyfriend steve harrington, nancy was heavily intoxicated at this point and you could tell, even through his dark ray-bans, that steve was getting annoyed with her behaviour.

vickie points you over to the punch bowl, unfortunately placed directly in front of the bickering couple. her and robin were deep in conversation, already breaking her promise.

you sigh, slinking over to the punch bowl to grab a cup.

‘nance, i think you’ve had enough.’ as he attempts to wrestle the red solo-cup out of her grasp.

this doesn’t work and instead ends up all over nancy’s bright white button-up.

‘what the hell.’ nancy storms off past you, brushing your arm on her way through the kitchen. steve is quick to follow, although this time he jolts your whole body with his arm. without even a glance to you he’s off up the stairs following nancy.

asshole. you thought to yourself.

it had been a good hour since the whole nancy and steve situation, in the time being you’d seen her stumbling out of the party under jonathan byer’s arm. which you thought was odd. jonathan wasn’t popular but he wasn’t like you and robin, no.

he unfortunately got a brunt of the bullying, with it only getting worse when his younger brother went missing sometime last year. see, people had actually believed he was the one who killed his brother, only making things worse for his unfortunate time in school.

robin and vickie were deep in conversation on the couch across from you, robin only occasionally breaking away to make sure you were still sat there.

‘vickie, where’s the bathroom?’

she breaks away from robins gaze, ‘oh, um upstairs and to the left. big brown door, you can’t miss it.’

robin wouldn’t have noticed if you were abducted by aliens right then and there, she was in love. and you were so happy for her but you wished she would have at least left you at home.

it’s a mission to get up the stairs, as couples litter the steps, all deep in their own worlds, just like robin and vickie.

you knock twice on the door, to which no one replies. so you step in.

‘oh, oh my god, i’m sorry i-i did knock.’

your eyes are on steve harrington, his sunglasses are now in the sink and his eyes are red with tears. he looks back at you, his hands held up as if to say ‘whatever.’

‘are you okay?’ you ask sheepishly, he quite obviously is not okay but if you didn’t ask you’d feel bad.

‘yeah, i’m just fine. i’m sorry i was just.. sorting myself out.’ he looks at you through the mirror on the wall and takes a big sigh. steve still couldn’t let his ‘king steve’ persona falter, not even know that you’d caught him in such a vulnerable position.

‘oh.. okay. i’ll just.. wait out here-’ you go to leave the dimly lit bathroom but steve’s hand is wrapped around your wrist.

‘no, it’s okay, i’m done now anyway,’ he’s studying your face, trying to see if he can recognise you at all. nope, nothing.

‘what’s your name anyway? are you new to hawkins or something?’

you almost want to roll your eyes, you and steve had been in the majority of classes together since freshman year and he thought you’d just moved here?!

‘nope.’ you sigh, ‘my name’s y/n.. i’m pretty sure we’re in miss click’s class together.’ you knew you were, because you and robin had sat at the back all semester giggling at how he was so messy.

‘oh... yeah, i know you..’ he did not. but maybe he wanted to? his fight with nancy had been pretty damning. christ, if your girlfriend is leaving with another man, there’s not much redemption from that.

‘hey, i’ll just call you... red,’ his eyes flicker down to your lips, painted with robins bright red lipstick.

you’re blushing, very much against your own will. he was just a massive prick to you but you can’t help but flutter when his eyes rest on yours.

‘i have a name,’ you protest, but the smile had already crept to your face.

‘yeah, but red’s my favourite colour.’ his hand slides up to your jaw, his thumb aching to toy at your bottom lip.

what the fuck are you doing? you had literally just been a witness to his and nancy’s fight, why were you still stood in this bathroom with him? why on earth were you actually willing him to do it, to kiss you.

your heart is thumping and you pray that he can’t hear it through your chest.

that’s when his other hand moved to your waist, his hands are soft, way softer than you’d expected. he turns you around, your back now against the white tiled counter. his face couldn’t be more than a few inches away from yours, his breath hot on your cheeks.

you’re still looking up into his chocolatey-eyes when his lips finally crash against yours. instinctively your arms wrap around his neck, kissing the basketball star back.

you can taste the smoke and alcohol when his tongue runs along your bottom lip, begging for permission to meet yours. you accept, of course. if it wasn’t for that goddamn punch you would have been back downstairs third-wheeling robin and vickie already.

both of his hands are on your waist now as he hoists you up onto the counter, slipping between your legs. where you can already feel the slight tent in his pants. you had stupidly chosen a pleated black skirt, now regretting your decision.

in doing this, the bottles of product decorating the counter, come crashing to the floor with a loud clatter.

this causes you to pull away, breathless, chest heaving at the sight of steve harrington with your red lipstick around his mouth.

he lets out a breathy laugh, wasting no time in returning to the heavy kiss.

‘mm, no stop-’ you pull away once again, this time placing a finger over his, now, very red mouth.

‘why?’ his eyes are dark and almost boring holes into your iris’.

‘you have a girlfriend..’ it comes out like a question but you’re sure. even if they weren’t together now, it was far too soon to be kissing random girls in bathrooms.

‘i mean, i’m not sure she’d agree.’

you shake your head and hop off of the counter, it’s not right. nancy wheeler wasn’t one of the mean girls, she used to be like you, undetectable. that was until steve had taken a shining to her.

‘no, steve.. i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have even stayed this long.’

you rush out of the bathroom, bumping into some far too wasted jock in the hallway.

robin notices you frantically climbing down the stairs and finally pulls her attention away from vickie.

‘woah, woah.. what the hell happened to you? you were up there for ages, i thought you’d fallen in.’ she smirks at you, but the look you flash tells her that it’s not the right time.

‘hey, i’m just about ready to leave, if that’s okay with you?’

‘yeah yeah, um.. let me just say goodbye to vickie and i’ll meet you by the car?’

you nod, biting your bottom lip, taking that as your opportunity to escape out of the front door.

as she turns to say her goodbyes, she’s interrupted by steve harrington, his eyes skimming across the crowd. he’d done a good job at wiping away the evidence, although the small red smudge of red lipstick on his bottom lip was enough for robin to notice.

‘you kissed harrington?! y/n what the fuck, i left you for 5 minutes!’ robin shrieks. you were both lying on your bed, giggling about the night you’d both just experienced.

‘he kissed me! i’d say it was closer to an hour, but whatever, i wasn’t counting.’ you look over at her, your hair fanned out on the pink pillow. you can’t help but smile at the absurdity of it all. you and steve harrington were making out at a party?

‘oh my god,’ robin is giggling, ‘if anyone finds out you know you’ll be like, totally outcast, right? you can’t be the one to split up the king and queen of hawkins high.’

‘rob, he doesn’t even know me, besides.. i don’t think they’re together anymore..’ you cut yourself off. it was absolutely no business of yours whether steve harrington and nancy wheeler were still together. nope. ‘and you’re not going to tell anyone, isn’t that right?’

she looks over to you and nods but you know robin and she’s a blabbermouth. she doesn’t even intend to do it, it just sort of slips out in an awkward babble when she’s nervous.

‘i mean it robin, not even vickie.’ you hold out your pinky and ring finger, you’d created a secret handshake specifically for situations like these, where only the two of you could know.

she meets your fingers with hers and bursts out laughing again.

you’re stood by your locker, trying to pick up your books and head to your next class when you see him.

walking through the corridor, arm wrapped around nancy’s shoulder. you gulp, suddenly the guilt feels so much worse.

they’re still together.

as they make their way past your row of lockers, you try your hardest not to look at him but can’t help but steal a glance. you’re sure you caught his eyes flicker to you, and if they did it was only for a split second.

you sigh as you head off in the opposite direction, the direction that steve should be walking if he wanted to make it to his next class in time.

silly little girl. why would anyone like steve harrington be interested in you?

you’re sat writing notes on the biology lab you’d just completed in the school library, not particularly focused nor interested in what you were saying.

you sit back in the chair as your eyes wander off of the book and to the brown pair of eyes staring at you from across the desk.

‘hey, red.’ when the hell had he gotten there?

you scoot up in your chair, mouth hanging slightly open as you quickly scan the room, the library was empty bar you two in the corner.

‘hey.. steve.’

‘whatcha doing there?’ your eyes flick to your notes. he was literally sat behind you in the very lab you were writing about, totally oblivious to your presence.

‘writing about the lab.. which you should be doing too.’ you smile weakly at him. unsure of what he’s trying to gain from this situation.

‘nah, that’s boring. let’s do something interesting.’ he’s now sat on the chair next to yours, as you shuffle in the opposite direction, he makes sure to scoot up right next to you.

‘hmm, like what?’ you didn’t want to push him, it comes out unannounced. it actually pained you to admit it but you really did think he was attractive.. and this whole secrecy thing was kinda sexy..

‘like this.’ and his lips are on yours again, the kiss just as electric as the last. your eyes flutter shut as once again his soft fingers have found your waist.

the library was empty and you’d sat in the back corner but you couldn’t help but worry about who could possibly walk in and see this scene.

your hand rests on his shoulder, pushing him back off of you.

‘we’re in the library.. and you have a girlfriend.’ his forehead is leaning against yours, eyes narrowing when you mention his girlfriend.

‘there’s no one around.. it’s like four, everyone’s gone home already.’

you want to, you really want to. but you think back to what robin said about being totally outcast if anyone found out what you’d done.

‘we.. we can’t.. it’s not fair..’ his thumb was stroking your jaw. fuck.

‘but we can, it’s just a kiss... and you’re not going to tell anyone are you, red?’ there was that stupid nickname again, you knew he was only using it in place of your real name because he didn’t know your real name. and yet it still gives you butterflies anytime it comes out of his soft lips.

you close your eyes and steve takes this as his opportunity to kiss you again, much softer this time. your hand moves from his shoulder, sliding into the back of his famous hair.

he leads the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth before you could do anything about it. not that you would have. his whole body is leaning into you, causing you to lean back over your chair. those large soft hands are holding you from falling off the damn thing.

you couldn’t deny how amazing this felt. you’d kissed a few people but never like this before and never ever with someone as attractive as steve.

his hand is creeping up your waist and onto your breast, the sensation alone causes you to moan into his mouth. the lack of contact causes him to break away, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down onto your jaw and then your neck.

‘y/n? there you ar- woah!’

you pull away as you spot robin stood by the book shelf, mouth wide open.

you jolt up and away from steve, who has the exact same idea.

‘well, i hope i wasn’t interrupting anything.. i kinda still need that ride home if that’s okay with you..’ your best friend is so awkward it actually hurts.

you gather up your books from the table shoving them into your backpack, refusing to even glance at steve.

‘right, yes, let’s go.’ you storm away from the table grabbing robin’s hand. she doesn’t care about looking at steve as she twists her head around while you pull her through the library doors.

you collapse into your car. and insert the key into the ignition before robin is even fully in the car.

‘don’t. just don’t.’

robin bites her lip. ‘can i ju-’

‘no. just don’t say anything and i might not crash into a wall on the way home.’

she smiles to herself, finding it too difficult to contain herself. you spot steve leaving the school, watching your car pull off at great speed.

‘arghh!’ you scream, your knuckles turning white from your grip on your steering wheel.

‘y/n, it’s okay! i promise i won’t say anything but i’m too young to die!’

this makes you laugh, even in a situation as serious as this robin knew how to make you crack up.

‘i’m not going to kill us,’ you reassure her, your mind switches back to whatever the fuck that just was.

‘oh thank god!’ her grip loosens from the above head handle, ‘you sure you don’t wanna speak about it?’

‘i don’t even know what to say rob, he came in and just kissed me again. i told him that we can’t, he’s still with nancy for fuck’s sake!’ you’re exasperated. still unsure on exactly what this boy wants from you. is he just trying to get one back over nancy? is he trying to get a quick fuck? you had no clue.

‘maybe he likes you? i mean, you’re beautiful, why wouldn’t he?’

‘because i’m me! i’m no-one! he doesn’t even know my name, keeps calling me red because of that stupid lipstick, how can he just- just use me like that?’ it was becoming infuriating, you didn’t want to be some little toy for steve. especially not to get one over on nancy.

after dropping robin back at her house, you drive back to your house.

an unfamiliar maroon bmw parked on your driveway.

so you park up, as you’re leaving your car you see him. jumping out of his car and rushing over to you.

‘how the fuck did you get my address?’

‘i have my ways.. look, red.. i just wanted to see you..’ he moves closer to you, you had no choice but to move back against your car door.

‘steve, robin won’t say anything, i promise. you don’t have to stalk me back to my house.’ you make sure to spit his name, since he couldn’t even give you the courtesy of knowing yours.

‘are you sure? i just.. i wanted to make sure that this, little thing stayed between me and you.. it’s better that way you see.’ his hand is leaning against the window of your car, just beside your waist.

‘there is no “little thing” steve, nothing happened. now i’d like to go inside my house if you don’t mind.’

he steps forward, his chin tilted down towards you. ‘so you don’t wanna finish what we started back there?’ he’s smirking because even he knows that you want nothing more.

‘no. i don’t, i’m going inside now.’ his hand slams onto your car, over your shoulders, trapping you between his body and your car.

‘c’mon red.. i know you want to.’ red. again. it’s astounding how he’s trying so desperately to get into your pants without even knowing your name.

‘you still don’t even know my name.’ and with that you break free from his arm prison and storm into your house, ensuring you gave the door an extra hard slam, just for him.

#steve stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n

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epiclamer · 2 years

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Okay so I dunno if anybody else has asked for anything similar (probably have) but I'd just like to say that I absolutely LOVE the Cocky/Fun Hero x Stoic/Serious Villain trope

So could I have some of that 👀 you can have a field day with it, I'd just love to see it

(ALSO IF YOU AND CAT HAVE PERSONAS CAN I DRAW YOU TWO PLEASE PLEASELPLEWSLSENPPLEA)

We don’t really have personas?? But you can draw us of course. Use your imagination~

Cw: this is smutty if you couldn’t already tell from the title

Pathetic Puppy

Hero’s eyes followed their nemesis, watching them pace calmly from one side of the room to the other, hardly batting an eye at the crime-stopper they had so conveniently kidnapped earlier that morning. Twirling a small knife between their fingers with care, unaffected by any of the other’s remarks.

The hero on the other hand was sat in an ill-fitting metal chair, wrists tied tightly behind their back, forcing them to sit up straight to avoid further discomfort. However, despite their position, Hero couldn’t shut up.

“So when are you going to get to the actual fun stuff?” Villain shot them a glare, but made no other recoil. “I mean, if you’re going to tie me up and spread me out all pretty like this… Why waste an opportunity, am I right?”

The smirk in Hero’s tone was so obvious it made Villains blood boil. They had to remain serious. They had kidnapped the hero for answers not teasing, Villain couldn’t bear another second of it.

“I hate to break it to you, but you actually have to touch the other person to edge them—”

“Shut. Up.”

Villain halted their pacing, turning to face their captive as they crowded in on their personal space. Placing the point of their dagger against the column of Hero’s throat.

“Do you ever just shut up? Can’t you take anything seriously?”

A beat of silence passed, Hero’s eyes wide as they blinked innocently up at their nemesis who was towering over them. Then, Hero grinned, eyes dancing from the blade at their throat to the fuming Villain above.

“Is this a bad time to tell you that I’m into this?”

The villain sighed exasperatedly, rubbing their free hand over their face in annoyance. They needed a nap, anything over fifteen minutes with the hero was exhausting. How did they have such smugness to their demeanour all the time.

“What. You have something for knife play?”

Hero snickered, swallowing shallowly to avoid being sliced open by the villain’s knife. “Kidnapping and torture actually. It’s why I became a hero.”

Villain tossed their weapon the side, groaning out of pure spite and utter hatred for their cocky captive. They couldn’t pretend anymore that it didn’t drive them insane, every business talk turned into flirting and every serious conversation became a tactic of seduction.

Some part of them was convinced this was an attitude Hero kept up with everyone they met, but never had Villain actually been able to prove it.

“Well you obviously aren’t drained enough of your energy and charisma to talk about your facility plans, so how about I leave you to stir for a couple hours and then come back.” Villain leaned forwards, placing their hands on Hero’s thighs—not even considering the consequences this action might bring—and squeezing lightly.

Hero dropped their face in an instant, head angled towards the ground and breathing coming in shallower. Villain squeezed harder, nails digging into their enemy’s thighs at their lack of compliance.

“How does that sound, hm? You like that?” Villains thumbs worked the inside of Hero’s thighs as they spoke, gently pushing into the plush skin, lips by Hero’s ear and breath hot against their neck.

Genuinely, Villain didn’t think anything of it. To them it was a fear tactic, your enemy up close and in your space threatening you with potential longtime sensory deprivation? That scared the hell out of the criminal. They figured Hero felt the same way.

But then, Hero whimpered. They fucking whimpered.

A whiny strained sound that caught Villains immediate attention. It did something Villain had never experienced before, the sound their nemesis made set their whole body ablaze.

Not in a bad way, no not at all. No, this was a good fire. One that ignited feelings Villain hadn’t felt in years and all of a sudden, they wanted more.

“Hero.”

The one in question didn’t move, didn’t even make a sound besides the shuddering of their breath. Eyes still glued to the floor and face still tucked into their chest.

Villain, however, didn’t have time to sit around and wait. One hand moving swiftly from the hero’s thigh to a strong grip at the roots of their hair, wrenching Hero’s head up as far as it would go.

Hero yelped, gasping, pain centred at their scalp and their neck of which Villain pulled at uncomfortably. Squeezing their eyes tightly closed to avoid the sudden onslaught of light in their face.

Villain merely smirked, examining the hero’s look with great detail. Red in the face, mouth slightly agape and taking in short bursts of air, tousled hair, frantic eyes as they opened, sweat beating their forehead, throat bobbing up and down.

“God. You look so pathetic.”

Hero consequently whined helplessly at the remark, trying to look anywhere, but in the villain’s eyes.

“Oh yeah? You’re into that? You like it when I call you pathetic? When I degrade you about how powerless and needy you are?” Villain had never acted like this before, it somewhat surprised themselves, but the hero was different, there was something so addictive and intoxicating about the sounds they made that left all of Villain’s ego behind. All of that business meetings and facility plans were far gone in the dust now.

“Go on, sweetie.” Villain egged, “Make another pretty whimper for me, hm?”

Hero complied right away. Spilling some pleas and whines and whimpers from their red lips desperately. Promises to be good and obedient for the villain were mindlessly tripping off their tongue, lost entirely in the heat between their nemesis and themselves.

Villains eyes lit up, humming softly as they brought their other hand to trace Hero’s jawline, down to their neck and across their tensed shoulders.

“You’re such a good puppy… So good for me, hm?”

Every word that came out of Villains mouth seemed to embarrass Hero to a new extent, but when Villain took a glance between Hero’s restrained thighs they could see the effect Hero couldn’t help themselves from having against it.

It was pitiful. Fuck, everything about Hero was pitiful and defenceless and the way they acted so tough, but couldn’t handle two seconds of touch nor two words of degradation? It was exhilarating.

“Hmm…” Villain travelled their free hand across and down Hero’s body, finally teasing between their legs as they began to stroke with their thumb.

“I think it’s my turn to have some fun, no?”

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Bruce Wayne X Brother! Reader

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Authors note: I just needed to feel better by writing some gut wrenching angst and purse sadness

Summary: Reader and Bruce are both brothers who grew up together. One had everything while the other lost everything.

Warnings: Angst, signs of depression, mentions of schizophrenia, bruce trying to be a good brother, trauma, child neglect, Thomas and Martha are single parents, pure angst, no happy ending.

Word count: 3.3k

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He couldn’t sleep.

He could never sleep.

He tossed and turned, kicked the sheets off and then wrap them back around his body. He wore headphones to bed, listening to music in order to shut the world out but nothing worked. No matter how hard he tried to sleep he still couldn’t make the voices go away.

His eyes carried bags, staring at the clock in his room before it struck seven. He sighs deeply, closing his eyes and squeezing them shut before letting out a deep breath and squinting them open. He removes the covers from his body and slowly sat up.

It was too early but he had to get to work, his next work is to be due by next month and he only has two weeks left to finish. He’s only gotten his next art work half done, he ran out of black oil paint two days ago and grew lazy to buy more until he really needed it. He forced himself out of bed, getting himself cleaned up and changed.

He knew it was too early for the art store to be opened, but he can use the extra time to get other stuff done while getting ready. He walks around his apartment, turning the tv on while standing in the bathroom brushing his teeth.

“—coming up next, we will be taking about the return of Bruce Wayne. Is Gothams Billionaire finally taking responsibility of Thomas Wayne’s business? Coming up today.”

He paused, gripping his toothbrush as he stares at the tv screen as a picture of Bruce appears. He’s standing near Wayne tower, providing a smile to the people of Gotham. His eyes shift away and continues on with brushing his teeth, focusing on himself. Once he’s finished he fixes his hair, glancing at the time again before walking around the apartment and putting some shoes on and a warm jacket. Gotham was bipolar during weather changes, it just wouldn’t make up its mind.

One day it’s hot and the sun is shining down and the next day it’s pouring cats and dogs. He always stuck with jackets and sweaters, keeping himself hidden from the publics eyes.

“No one should know, no one wants to know you.”

He shakes the voice out of his head, collecting his phone and wallet as he turns the tv off and rushing out of his home. He’s been hearing the voices for months, he’s visited doctors and therapists and they all told him him the same thing. The occurrence of him hearing voices are results of his trauma and depression, adding on top of that; Schizophrenia.

He never thought something like this would happen, but after the death of his parents he was neglected as a child and was alone at a young age. He didn’t have anyone else, after his parents died he was taken in my his aunt and uncle who tried their best to help him but nothing worked. He kept himself closed off and away from the world until he grew up, taking it one step at a time.

He’s been dealing with it on his own now after leaving his aunt and uncles, finding his own path and starting over. But, of course, his past always catches up to him. He thought he could avoid everything and everyone but they always find a way back. He didn’t exactly grow up alone, his mother became single after his father left them, causing her remarry a single father who also had a son around the same age as him. The two of them grew together until the day of his parents death.

He always hated the thought of his parents dying so soon. They were still young and he was just a kid, he learned about their death when he stayed home alone. He wasn’t in the mood to celebrate his brothers birthday, in all honesty he never liked him.

His brother was seen as the star of the Wayne family. Young Bruce Wayne, the young prince of Gotham, While Y/n stayed out of the picture. After his mother remarried he expected things to be better for her but things didn’t go too well for him. He was neglected as a child, pushed away, his mother always compared him to Bruce. Telling him to be like him, to be ‘polite’ to dress ‘nice’, she wanted him to be someone he couldn’t.

He still remembers the nights she could barley stand to look at him without his face reminding her of the man who abandoned them when he was just a kid. He tried his best to keep the connection between him and mother alive again, but nothing ever worked. Whenever he tried to play a game the two of them used to place together—it was pushed away by something Bruce liked.

Bruce was the star and he wasn’t, he will never be what she wanted. Thomas on the other hand had tried to get him involved in activities, wanting their sons to bond and grow closer. But, nothing worked for Y/n. He still felt like he was being forced to become someone he can’t be. So, after his parents death he was separated from Bruce and as he grew he found his own way of life.

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“Morning, Y/n.”

He waves at Julie, who stood behind the check out counter. Y/n had become a regular at the art shop near the station that majority of everyone who worked there knew who he was and when he would come around to purchase items. He grabbed some additional brushes and some more oil paint before heading to check out where Julie smiles at him. “You know, we can provide you bigger tubes of paint in this color.” She holds up the black paint, flashing him a grin.

He shakes his head. “It’s fine, I don’t mind buying from you guys everyday. I’d rather visit you then buy a large mix and not see you until next month.” He explains, chasing her to chuckle as she gives him the price. He pays her for the items and takes the bag with him, waving her goodbye as he left the shop.

He smiles to himself, happy that he is able to buy the paint that he needs. The art world is what brought him peace, all these feelings he felt growing up were hard to spill and to talk about that painting them out was a lot easier. He just didn’t expect his work to become so popular that many critics or rich folk would come around to look at it.

He keeps his name anonymous from the public. He couldn’t let anyone know who he was, it’ll only ruin things. He’s been at peace for ten years, he can accept another ten.

“Y/n!” He hums, looking up to come face to face with Viktor. The man stops in his tracks, eyes wide as he stares at him. “H—Hi.” He mumbled out shyly as he looks at him up and down. The man before him stood tall, wearing a clean suit and tie. “I was hoping that I would see you today.” Viktor says, smiling softly.

Viktor was a business man, he had his own name and title. Most of Gotham knew who he was and what he’s done. He wasn’t a bad man, he’s trying to find a way to help others and to create new medicines. He’s also heard that he’s been trying to find a way to get Bruce on board with his new creations.

“What for?” Y/n suddenly asks, curious to know. “Well, a party is being hosted at my place and was hoping you could come as my date.”

His eyes widen. “Your date? Wouldn’t you want to invite someone else who’s not—a guy?” He questions. Y/n has grown to like Viktor throughout the years, gaining a crush on the man. He never told him how he felt, afraid of rejection. “I’d like you to come, Y/n. Besides your better company than anyone else I know.” Said Viktor, earring a chuckle from Y/n. “Alright, when will this be?”

“Tonight at seven, I can pick you up.”

“Sounds great.”

Viktor already knew where he lived, the two has grown to become friends but nothing more. He’d rather keep it that way and not ruining things with him. He couldn’t bare to see Viktors reaction if he were to confess to him, he’d probably grow disgusted with him and tell him to stay away. Hell, he couldn’t mess up Viks reputation.

After he bids his goodbyes with Vik he is quick to head home and getting started on his work. He spent all day in the living room, painting away while listening the to the tv in the background, taking in the new updates that have been occurring in Gotham; Killings, drugs, murders—nothing sounded different. It’s was an everyday to him.

As the sun began to set over Gotham he checks the time to see it nearing seven. He cursed under his breath and cleans his brushes quickly and puts everything away. He rushed towards the bathroom where he turns on the shower and undressed quickly. He tries his best to get finished fast but instead takes his time once he’s done with his shower, getting his hair fixed and brushing his teeth.

Once he’s in his bedroom he takes the only suit he owns out of his closet and puts it in. He doesn’t go out to parties or events often, only when he’s at an art convention but after that he comes straight home and remains indoors. Once he’s done fixing himself up, Viktor arrives on time to pick him up.

On the ride to the party he fidgets around nervously, focusing on the lights outside as he listens to Viktor talk about his colleagues and other people he doesn’t really care about. He tries his best to focus but a weird feeling inside of him as been growing, warning him to go back home. “Y/n.” He looks over to Viktor, humming. “Yes?”

“Are you alright? You don’t look so good.”

“No, no, I’m fine. Just nervous.” Y/n chuckles a little, focusing back on the road as they arrive to Viks large home. The driveway is full of cars and dressed up dressed up people, everyone was entering the house in a slow pace, talking and gossiping.

Y/n steps out of the car once they come to a stop. He scans the crowds and frowns, not spotting anyone familiar that he knows. “I’ll get us something to drink.” Viktor tells him, disappearing into the crowds in order to get through. He decides to stay away, standing near the back doors where it’s quieter and not many people are around. He tries to keep himself relaxed, it’s only for an hour, he can be there for an hour.

“Y/n.”

His breath hitched at the sound of that voice. That awful familiar voice. His hands are shaking as he turns to his left to see Bruce standing at the back entrance. A glass in hand as he stood on the steps, eyes wide. “Y/n.” He says again, but this time his tone holds excitement.

Bruce steps down the small stairs and stands near him, taking him in and looking him up and down. “How long has it been.”

“Not long enough, apparently.” Y/n mutters out, gritting his teeth and avoiding his brothers eyes. “I didn’t think to find you here.” Bruce suddenly says. “Your not one for parties.”

Y/n glares. “I’m not, but I might as well and try something new.” He said back, looking away from Bruce and focusing on the crowd in front of him, hoping to find Viktor but is unable to spot the man.

“Did you come alone?”

Y/n frowns. “No.” He responds back to him. “I’m with a friend, but he seems to be busy at the moment.” He gives Bruce a glance only to see him staring at him. He quickly looks away and asks. “Why are you here?”

Bruce sighs. “Alfred forced me to come—wanted me to make another public appearance.”

“Right.” Y/n remembers Alfred, the man always took care of him whenever his parents were too busy focusing on Bruce. He’d stay with Alfred and help the older man clean or cook, keeping himself busy until his parents were done fawning over their prince. He honestly didn’t know if Alfred appreciate his company or not, he was always trying to find ways to push him away from cleaning or cooking, telling him that it’s his job to do that and not y/n’s. He wonders what Alfred thinks of him now, unless the older man forgot about him.

The two stand next to each other in silence. Listening to the music and the crowd mumble to each other.

“Alfred misses you.”

Y/n wants to scoff and roll his eyes but can’t bring himself to do it. “Does he really? He always stopped me from helping him.” He lets out a fond chuckle, trying to lighten the conversation but from the tension, it doesn’t look like he’s lightening the mood.

“I’ve been looking for you, after dad and mom died—“

“You didn’t have too. I’m fine.” Y/n cuts him off, fidgeting with his cuffs as he looks away.

“He doesn’t need us, he’s fine on his own, just go away.” He groans, rubbing his temples.

Bruce steps forward. “Mom and dad would’ve wanted me to find you.” He placed his hand on his shoulder which Y/n slaps away, glaring at him. “Mom and dad didn’t care about me. They never did.” He hissed out.

“What—of course they did.”

“No they didn’t.” He spits back. “They never did—they were too busy focusing on you, Bruce. No matter how much I tried to fit in, nothing worked because she was never happy!” He pants.

“She—mom?”

“Yes.”

Bruce stares at him with shock, opening and closing his mouth as he shakes his head. “Mom wouldn’t treat you like that.“

“She did, bruce and you didn’t have to suffer through it. She never cared, no matter what I did to make her smile and laugh again she always looked at me with hatred because I reminded her of the bastard who left us and the minute she remarried your father she forgot all about me when you became the golden child. You probably didn’t see it but she treated me like I didn’t exist, pretending like I didn’t matter.” Y/n shakes his head, holding himself back from remembering those days.

“She wouldn’t, Y/n. You’re my brother and family.”

“Fuck you and your family.” Y/n shouts. “I’m not your family, I’m not your brother, and I’m not a Wayne.” He couldn’t stand being next to him anymore, he walks away from him. Ignoring the stares and whispers from the crowd he attracted due to his argument. But he didn’t care what they thought, he didn’t care what they said, he wasn’t losing anything.

Instead of saying goodbye to Viktor he calls a cab home. Sitting in the backseat in silence as the driver takes him back to his apartment where he sheds his suit and tossed it aside, putting some sweats on as he sits near the balcony in the dark room.

The doors are open, allowing the cool wind inside as he leans back against the wall. His knees up to his chest as he listens to the clock tick.

“They left you, you don’t need them.”

“She was never satisfied with you.”

“You were nothing.”

Y/n buried his face in his knees, trying to block out the menacing voices who taunted him everyday. “Shut up.” He whispers to himself, gripping his sleeves tightly in his hands, Causing his knuckles to grow white. He looks up from his knees to see a shadow over him, once that he knew too well.

“Shouldn’t you be outside saving cats from trees?” He looks over his shoulder to see Batman, bruce, his older brother, standing over him. The man stands in silence, ignoring his question as he steps further into the apartment.

“I’m not in the mood to continue dealing with you.” Y/n stands from his spot. “So please, leave.” He points to the balcony, walking around in silence as he collects his discarded clothes and folding it nicely on the couch until Bruce finally asks.

“Tell me the truth.” He whispers. “Did she always treat you this way.” He asks about their mother.

Y/n sighs, moving towards his covered up painting and cleaning up around as he explains. “After my dad left us, it was just me and mom. I remember how sad and upset she was—how she lost motivation to do anything and yet, she found a way to continue forward.” He sits on his knees, cleaning the paint from his brushes.

“Mom stopped smiling for days, I tried my best to cheer her up. I would cook her meals she liked, cleaned the house, did the shopping.” He shrugs his shoulders. “But nothing worked.” He can hear bruce behind him, stepping forward. “It all changed when she married your father, Thomas. She started getting better—back to normal you can say.” He began to feel the anger bubbling inside of him. “Thomas wasn’t the reason why she was happy. It was you.” He looks over his shoulder.

“You made her smile. Something I couldn’t do, no matter how hard I tried. I could never make her smile.” He couldn’t always blame Bruce. His brother did nothing wrong, he was just jealous at the fact of him doing nothing could suddenly bring his mother happiness.

“Mom stopped caring for me. She was too busy enjoying her new family that she pretended I wasn’t around and every time she saw me I always reminded her of him. She always told me that I looked or acted like him and how much she hated it.” He licks his lips, placing the brushes inside a small box and setting it aside, his hands stained with paint.

“My birthday came before yours, I was turning eight and I really wanted to visit the art museum—it always caught my attention and I wanted to see the different artists and paintings.” He chuckles. “Then the day came, I was so excited to go.” His smile slowly fades away. “When I came downstairs to look for her, Alfred told me that her and Thomas took you to the Zoo. I thought you’d come back quickly to celebrate but you didn’t. Night came and you guys came home late, you were asleep when dad carried you in while mom whispered caring words to you.” He sniffles, using the back of his sleeves to clean the tears away.

“That’s when I knew that I didn’t matter anymore. Mom had you and Tom, she didn’t need me anymore.” He stands from his spot on the floor, turning around to face Bruce who stood in silence, he’s unable to read his expression but he can read his eyes. Their filled with anger and guilt. “So, just keep pretending that I’m not here. Pretend that Martha and Thomas were your only family. Pretend like I don’t exist. It’s better this way.” He gives him a sad smile, taking a deep breath.

“Goodbye Bruce.”

He gives his brother one last glance before leaving to his bedroom, closing the door behind him and crawling under the bedsheets. Once he’s asleep everything will go back to the way it was tomorrow. He’ll wake up alone, to the sound of the clock ticking, to the sound of his taunting voices. To the sound of silence

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Welcome to #FRobinMonth2024, a whole month of #FRobin goodness! 06 Feb - 09 March

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heeracha · 1 year

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ep 51. / ep 52. — the one with the ending, but not the end of the line. / alt ending.

end of the line. — p. jongseong

synopsis: thinking it was a hotline for people who just need someone to talk to, jay calls. but why did a clueless student answer? with jay’s phone call has a time limit, you, the clueless student, insists on staying with him until the end of the line.

pairing: jay x f!reader

content/genre: college au (wow shocking), slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): friends teasing friends, yk affectionate teasing, swearing, tell me if i missed something !! kissing, marriage talks hehehe

note: here's the playlist <3 okay omg last chap !! sjdkshfbsd okay a few notes, thanks to @prdxxxinvasion for enhancing the angst as always and giving ideas, @precioussoulofmine for reading and the bubs nickname idea and ofc thank you for reading this smau as a whole even though its not my best HBSDHBS but thank you sm u guys AAAA bubs and honey signing off :( <3 also you guys know later alt ending, u dont have to read if u dont wanna <3

you put the last set of books from the box to the shelf, dusting your hands off as you look at them. “was that the last box?” you ask, turning around. jay catches your lips with his, cupping your cheeks as you kiss back, softly giggling against his mouth. jay pulls away, wrapping his arms around your waist as he gives your temple a kiss.

“yeah, that was the last.” jay says as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “i’m so glad we moved in together.”

“me, too, honey.” you softly say, squeezing him.

graduation was already a year ago, you two would always stay over at each other’s place. some days, his apartment, next week yours, until jay practically lived in your apartment for a month. you jokingly told him that he might as well just move in with you and now, a month later, here you two are.

“you know what i’m thinking?” jay asks, lightly pulling away as he rests his forehead against yours.

“me, hopefully.” you say as your hands settle at the back of his neck.

“bubs,” jay calls, placing a soft peck on your lips. “i never stop thinking about you.”

you smile, closing your eyes as you hum. “and the other?” you ask.

“we should get a cat.” jay says and you giggle, looking into his eyes.

“that’s great idea, honey.” you say.

“yeah?” jay says, eyes lighting up.

“one question,” you say and he hums. “aren’t you allergic to cats?”

jay only grins, not answering and you raise an eyebrow. “i’ll let you name it ‘iguana’.” he says and you laugh, kissing his lips.

“i love you,” you say. “but no.”

“but bubs,” jay huffs like a child.

“no, honey.” you say. “you’re allergic.”

“but bubs—“

“no.” you say and he pouts. “you’re cute, but i don't want you fighting for your life everyday.” you say, kissing his pouty lips. “i love you so much, jongseong.”

“i love you so much, too, my love.” he says. “i can never get enough of you.”

you smile. “so, what do you want to do today?” you ask and he hums, thinking, but in the end he only shrugs. “okay, what do you want to have for dinner?”

jay hums and you chuckle, knowing he doesn’t know either. jay smiles, shaking his head. “can i ask something?” he asks and you nod, pulling away from him as you lean on the back of the couch behind you. “why were you insistent on talking to me before?”

you smile. “are you still guilty about lying?” you ask and jay shrugs. “honey, we’re not perfect. i have done stupid things, too. i just cried instead of just talking to you. we wouldn’t have to go through that stuff if only i just talked to you.”

jay chuckles. “true, but…” he shrugs. “i rejected you, lied and then you thought i stood you up, i just… didn’t think you would still tak to me after everything.”

“you thought i stood you up, too.” you say. “are you regretting that we’re together?”

“no!” jay exclaims and you laugh. “i just want to know why.”

“you didn’t cause that much damage, jongseong. i was just shock is all, that’s why i didn’t talk to you for months.” you say, chuckling. “and when you want someone to stay in your life, you have to do something about it.” you smile and jay smiles. “plus, i know that this would have been something beautiful, i’m right, aren’t i?”

jay nods and you smile. “you still get nervous with me?” you ask and jay shakes his head.

“there’s no reason for me to be nervous, anymore.” jay says. “why should i be nervous? i feel the safest with you.” he says and you smile, opening your arms. your boyfriend immediately takes up the offer, hugging you as he rests his temple against yours.

“i love you, jongseong,” you softly say and he hums. “i will never get tired of saying that.”

“i love you, too, y/n.” he mumbles and you smile. “you know, we should just spend the whole day cleaning around.” he says as he stands up straight to look around. you look around the living room, and yes, it was still a big mess. it felt like the place was crowded with your things, even though you two didn’t have that much stuff.

“you’re right.” you say, “should we just place the shelf near the tv?”

“more space, yeah.” jay agrees as he starts to move the shelf and with you helping, even though he insists that he can do it. he starts to point things out, how they would look better and cleaner at another spot. you realized how thorough jay was. you always knew he hates mess, but you also knew he doesn’t like cleaning. maybe just when he’s not feeling it.

“you think it would be better if the coffee table was under the television?” jay asks and you look at the table. it does sound appealing because of the drawers, but it would feel empty in the center.

“it’d be empty here.” you say, pouting and jay hums, nodding.

“are you tired? i’m sorry.” jay softly chuckles and you shake your head.

“i look forward to cleaning with you more now.” you say and jay chuckles as you plop down the couch, never taking your eyes off of him. “besides, you being thorough will come in handy when we plan for our wedding.”

jay stares at you and you fall silent.

you didn’t mean to. but you wouldn’t lie of thinking about it, a couple of times. okay, everyday. jay is a little too husband material, it was his fault! you just know you two would be happy. very happy.

“i’m sorry,” you say, sitting up. “i…” you chuckle nervously. “i didn’t know why i said that, it’s too early. i don’t even know if you want—i’m shutting up now.” you say as your cheeks grow red.

jay only smiles.

“i wouldn’t have pursued you if i didn’t want to.” jay says and a big weight was released off your shoulders, making you smile. “don’t worry,” he says as he walks to you, sitting at the coffee table. “i’ll make sure our wedding is perfect.”

he leans in, kissing your forehead causing you to smile and close your eyes.

“come on,” jay says, holding your hand. “cook dinner with me?”

“of course,” you say as jay stands up, pulling you with him as you intertwine your hands together.

you’ll never let go, you know. and you know he won’t let go, too.

until the end of the line, like you said from the very start.

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