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too-much-tma-stuff · 3 months

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This idea sort of burst out of me like Alien so it's unedited. There will probably be more.

In short, Cas picks up on the fact that Danny is pregnant at a Wayne Gala and have the right idea but the wrong context.

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Danny was barely holding it together and really he had been for a long time. It had sort of been fun and games at first when he became a hero. Sure his accident had hurt like hell but he'd sort of repressed that and for real? Lunch Lady? Box Ghost? Even Skulker was sort of a joke and he hasn't actually felt threatened. Sneaking around behind his parents backs and sneaking out with his friends had been fun. It had all felt like a game at first, and then somewhere in there things had gotten very real.

He'd known he couldn't count on his family to protect him but they couldn't even see Vlad was a threat. And he felt like he had lost the last of his innocence when he saw the clone Vlad had made of him melt. He hasn't been in time, he had panicked and he had only managed to save a couple by taking them into his own body to shield their still forming cores. Ellie and... should Danny name the other one or would he name himself when he was ready?

He kept touching his stomach over where he could feel the little balls of his mirror children hovering just below his own core. He was so tired all the time as they relied on his energy, he was eating more then ever and he knew his family was worried. He didn't think he could hide this and he couldn't predict when they would emerge. What if they did in front of his parents? They definitely wouldn't react well. And Vlad kept trying to use this against Danny. Promising to look after him and the babies if he was really insisting on carrying them, as if Danny could rip those tiny 'lives' out of himself now.

And no matter how many times he tried to tell his parents that Vlad was bad news, that he creeped Danny out and made him feel unsafe they wouldn't listen! Dad didn't even hear him and mom made sympathetic noises and then told him to bear with it for Jack's sake because he didn't have many friends.

So of course when Vlad had asked if 'Daniel' could accompany him to a gala in Gotham his father had agreed! Even his mother had agreed when Vlad promised it would be educational and safe! And here Danny was, hanging on by a fucking thread in a suit that felt uncomfortably tight around his middle, having just escaped being paraded around as Vlad heir like a particularly expensive watch. He was behind the snack table having piled a plate as high as he could and scarfing it down before Vlad could find him again and scold him for being rude. He hadn't noticed yet that a family of dark haired socialites kept giving him worried looks. A young woman with dark eyes signing frantically to a man with blue eyes and a dimpled frown.

It was the man who slid up carefully next to Danny trying not to startle since he seemed to have genuine food aggression.

"Yeesh kid you seem like you're starving! All those fancy Hors d'oeuvres are fun but not very cooling and I feel like I'd be a poor host if I didn't offer you something more filling! If you'll come me to the kitchen I'm sure our family butler would be happy to whip something up for you?" The man said with an inviting some that did nothing to sooth the way Danny's hackles raised instinctively.

He was about to say no on reflex when he spotted Vlad heading towards them with an expression like a thunder cloud. Danny's back went ridged and the other man followed his gaze with a frown. "You know what ya that sounds great let's go now!" Danny said dropping his half full plate on a nearby tray and dragged the stranger away with him as Vlad shouted after him.

"Daniel come back this instant! Unhand mister Wayne! Daniel this is unacceptable!"

'Mr. Wayne' took over leading them and spirited Danny through a back door as a bubbly blonde intercepted Vlad and a small woman slid in behind them like a shadow.

"So, Danial I assume?" The man asked, amusement crinkling around his eyes as Danny grimaced.

"Mr. Wayne I assume?" Danny returned, unaware of the way one arm was protectively wrapped around his stomach, but the girl noticed. It was Dicks turn to grimace.

"Okay ya, I go by Dick. What about you?"

"Danny," he said not reacting to the name, he'd heard far stranger. "And what about you?" He asked Cas, startling Dick a little because she was doing her 'shadow thing' and not many people would have noticed her.

"That's Cas, she has a hard time talking sometimes," Dick explained as Cas materialized and gave Danny a reassuring smile and wave.

The teen harrumphed but he did follow them down to the kitchen where Alfred was drinking a cup of tea, staying well clear of the foolishness upstairs. "Ah, hello young masters," Alfred he said, glancing between the three with a raised brow. Though the two who knew him could see the way his expression softened when Danny shrunk in on himself. "What can I do for you?"

"Hey Alfred do we have any leftovers from dinner or something filling we can whip up fast? Danny here is too hungry for just the fancy font for upstairs." Dick asked cheerfully.

Alfred raised his eyebrows again and looked at Cas who was standing behind Danny. Glancing at Danny to make sure he wasn't looking she grimaced then touched her stomach and mimed holding an infant.

Alfred's expression turned stormy for just a moment then smoothed. "Of course we do, Why don't you make our guest comfortable and I'll see what I can do. Do you have any allergies young man?" Alfred asked and Danny shook his head mutely.

"You're the best Alfie!" Dick said, hovering a hand over Danny's shoulder rather then actually touching him as he leas him towards the comfortable breakfast nook.

The boy seemed tight lipped and gaunt, his eyes flicking around them as if he expected a threat to pop up at any time. Dick slipped into the booth across from him. Trying to think of the best way to ask this kid how... why, and who hurt him.

Cas has stayed in the kitchen, but not for long. She came to them with a tray of mugs moments later and slipped into the booth next to Danny. Gently she took his hands and pressed the warm mug unto them. He blinked and focused of it, as if on autopilot he lifted it to his lips, Cas keeping a hand on his elbow to steady him as he drank.

The warm comforting drink, and hand on his arm, presence by his side as Cas slid imperceptibly closet and closer till she was pressed against Danny's shoulder, felt like they were taking him apart from the inside. Thawing out the cold numbness he shielded himself behind. Half way through his tea he glanced up, at the worried blue eyes so like Jazz, so worried and warm.

He put down the mug suddenly as a sob shook his body. Cas wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, cooing comforting wordless little sounds as she let him bury his face into her chest and just sob heaving, exhausting outbursts of repressed emotion.

"Are the babies okay?" She asked and he froze, his breath catching in his throat. She clicked her tongue and rocked him gently. "Okay, okay, not in trouble," she promised.

"They- I don't know, they were so weak, I’m trying, but I don't know if I can keep them alive." Danny sobbed lifting his hands to cover his face.

"The stress can't be helping," Dick pointed out, climbing across the table like it was nothing to sit next to them and rub Danny's back. Danny gave a little hiccupping hysterical laugh. "Do you have support, or like, do you know your options?" He asked awkwardly.

"I'm not getting rid of my babies! I don't care if the man who made them is an obsessive creep who drugged me! I love them they're MINE!" The feral protectiveness seemed to startle Dick even as Cas continued to make soothing sounds.

"Your choice, only yours," she promised. "Have help?"

Danny sniffled and shook his head. "Safe?" Another shake of the head.

"The man who... did this?" Dick asked as delicately as he could. Another hysterical laugh.

"I've tried! I've tried to tell my parents he's a creep, he's dangerous but they don't listen! My dad thinks he hung the fucking stars, mom says he's harmless. They don't believe me! I-I can't tell them about the babies. They'd make me get rid of them or worse! I can't." Danny sobbed and Cas soothed.

"Okay, okay, you don't have to." She promised. "You stay with us, you and babies safe, never have to see him again."

"Ya right. Wait, your serious? What" Danny asked, pulling back and looking at her with wide bloodshot eyes.

"She's very serious young master," Alfred said as he approached making Danny jump. there was a hard set to the old man's jaw and steal in his eyes that left no room for questions as he set a plate of eggs, sausage, and fruit in front of Danny. "Master Bruce has a foster license and is a mandatory reporter. I'm sure once he hears even a fraction of this he will insist you stay. I will prepare a room for you. Am I to assume the man who's shouting demanding your return upstairs is the source of this distress?"

Danny swallowed and nodded, Alfred nodded back and paused to rest a gloved hand gently on Danny's hair before walking away briskly.

"Eat," Cas said, nudging him gently to let go of her. "As much as you want. Still hungry? We raid Tim's secret cereal stash."

"Gasp! You know where it is? You've been holding out on me?!" Dick demanded with exaggerated betrayal and as the two started to banter Danny ate. He was glad of the distraction, of not having the attention on him as he devoured the healthy, and nutritious meal the butler had made for him. It had been a while since he'd had a good home cooked meal, it made his core feel warm and he could feel the two little echoes as his hummed.

The babies were happy too, he didn't believe these people could keep him safe from Vlad really, but this was nice. Maybe he would let them try, get a few more good meals, a respite, and maybe... maybe his parents would finally notice that something was wrong and actually stand up for him?

That was probably wishful thinking but he could hope right? there was no harm in that.

Part 2

#fanfiction #danny phantom #dc x dp #angst #misunderstanding #the bats think Danny is normal pregnant not incubating cores #Vlad is a creep #stalker Vlad #vlad plasmius #dick grayson #cassandra cain #feedback and comments welcome #for some reason it won't let me add a title #I wouldn't really know what to call it anyway

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mrsbarnesblog · 7 months

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I trust you

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Summary: when Bucky comes back from a mission with a knife wound there is only one person who can convince him to get help.

Words count: 3.5k

Warnings: angst and fluff, injury, wounds, low self-esteem, bucky has trust issues and needs a hug, touch starved bucky,

Author’s note: ugh just let me hold my baby and kiss his cute sad face omggg... anyways, idk why I rarely write angsty things, I really wanna do something new, so if you have any ideas let me know! 💘

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when FRIDAY reported that the guys' quinjet should arrive at the compound within an hour.

Steve, Sam, and Bucky went on another mission to destroy HYDRA almost two weeks ago. As usual, none of you could get any news from them because they couldn't risk giving away their whereabouts.

It was foolish to assume that you weren't worried about them. Especially for one person. Bucky.

You and the former Winter Soldier met about six months ago when Steve and Sam first brought him to the tower. Steve was really worried about his old best friend, so before bringing Bucky to the tower, he talked with the team and asked all of you to give Bucky space.

Of course, you knew who he was from the day Steve found out that Bucky was alive. You have seen hundreds of reports and photographs on TV and on the Internet about The Winter Soldier, a ruthless killer who was always invisible but too damn good at his missions. He is the man who was turned into a weapon against his will.

When Steve introduced him, the whole team just nodded and shared awkward smiles, and Bucky himself kept his eyes on the ground. The whole situation was too intense, and no one, not even the funny and sarcastic Tony Stark, knew what to do or say. You actually thought that it might be rude to just stand there and look at him, as if he was a wild animal. Looking at this shy and uncomfortable-looking man before you, you knew that the smallest thing you could get him was to show that he was welcomed in this tower and that everyone was on his side. So, pushing away your own shyness and nerves, you stepped forward, holding out your right hand.

"Hi, my name is Y/N. It's nice to meet you. I hope you’ll feel comfortable around here." You offered your warmest and most sincere smile, trying not to show nervousness.

Bucky slowly raised his head, genuinely surprised that anyone else had actually spoken to him besides Steve. It's nice to meet you. When had he heard those words for the last time?

Your eyes met, and you could have sworn all the air was out of your lungs. His eyes were even more beautiful than in those rare, high-quality photographs. He looked truly beautiful, with long hair and blue eyes, even though you could see that he was tired—physically and even more emotionally. You stood for what seemed like an eternity, looking at each other's faces, until Bucky got a little nudge from Steve on the arm.

Only then did his gaze move to your still outstretched arm. He hesitated a bit, unsure if he wanted to be touched or feel someone’s warm skin. It’s been too long since another person wanted to touch him without causing any harm. Even Steve gave him minimal physical contact. Always through the gloves or thick jacket, and Bucky didn’t know the true reason for this—whether it was because Steve cared about his feelings or he just didn't want to do that. But then Bucky looked at you again, and he already knew that you would be his death.

You were so beautiful. Probably the most attractive person he has ever seen. It was still morning, and he assumed that you planned to have a day for yourself because you had no makeup, your hair was a little bit messy, and you looked really comfy in a big sweater and a pair of black leggings. Oh, and he definitely noticed your cute, fluffy pink socks. Your eyes were full of friendliness and comfort, so it made him want to trust you. Your lips curled into a warm smile, and he had no doubt that you wanted to make him feel comfortable on the team.

Bucky lifted the corners of his lips slightly, meeting your eyes again, and held out his right hand to you, still feeling awkward. Especially when the whole team around you watches your interaction too closely.

"Hi."

When the Quinjet landed on the territory, you couldn't calm your pounding heart. Natasha, who was standing a couple of steps away from you, of course, noticed your condition but didn’t say anything and just sent you a reassuring smile. She knew you'd calm down when Bucky was by your side.

Sam got out first. He looked tired, had a couple of scratches and bruises, but was generally fine.

"Sam! God, I'm glad you're okay." You said, running closer to him. "How is Bucky? And Steve? Are they okay?" Your worried eyes ran across his face, trying to find answers, but he only pursed his lips and lowered his eyes to the ground.

"Steve’s fine, and Bucky, um... I think you should see it yourself. And I think you need to have a serious talk with this idiot because he doesn't listen to us." Your brows furrowed, but before you could ask anything else, footsteps and stifled moans were heard behind Sam.

It felt like your heart stopped as soon as you saw him. Blood flowed from his temple and lip, and an already darkening bruise adorned his right cheekbone. Your eyes rushed down, trying to find all the damage, and then you saw it. Bucky kept his right hand on his left side. His entire palm was scarlet red as the blood passed through his thick suit and soaked through his fingers. Your mouth opened involuntarily, and your eyes instantly filled with tears.

Of course, this was not his first mission, but he always returned almost without any injuries or with something that quickly healed because of his supersoldier serum. It has never been so bad.

Before you knew it, you were already standing next to him. Tears flowed freely down your face, and you raised your hands up, wanting to touch him, but they froze in the air.

"Bucky…" You sobbed, looking straight into his eyes.

"Hello, doll" He smiled reassuringly at you, but you saw how he pressed his teeth together to ease the pain. He didn’t want to scare you.

"Bucky, God, wh-what happened? You need to go to the hospital wing. You’re losing a lot of blood!" You gently took his metal hand, but before you could lead him away, he removed it and moved away a little.

"It's all right, doll. Nothing that I can't handle on my own. Trust me, I’ve experienced worse."

"Buck, Y/N is right." You notice Steve for the first time because all your attention has been focused on Bucky since he appeared. "That punk cut you pretty deep; it needs to be stitched up."

"You know, I never go to the hospital wing." He purses his lips awkwardly, looking down.

Of course. Of course you knew it. Everyone in the tower knew that the Winter Soldier didn't like being touched or visiting doctors, and he had never asked for any kind of help. He always limited himself to a short handshake or a pat on the back from his best friend.

But you also knew that Bucky couldn't take off his clothes in front of anyone. Too many scars from bullets, knives, and other things that HYDRA used to torture him He confessed this to you one evening when you were sitting in the dark in the common room after his nightmare.

In those six months, you got close enough to him that he trusted you to sit with him in the stillness of the night and share his fears. But he still avoided touching and, of course, did not want to show his body to anyone. Even you. Especially to you.

You were one of the few good things in his life. Someone who genuinely wanted to spend time with him, who wasn’t afraid of him, and who was always kind and supportive. Bucky didn't want to lose you. And he knew that if you ever saw him with those ugly marks all over his body, you would run away without looking back. Because who would like it?

The hand that took hundreds of lives. The hand that was forever connected to his body left a big reminder that he was, in fact, just an experiment that went too well. He often looked at his shoulder in the mirror with anger and despair, wanting to get rid of this mixture of scars and torn skin. Obviously, when HYDRA put that prosthetic on him, they didn't care much about looks or pain, so they just hooked it on the way they did.

"Bucky, please listen to me." You sobbed, moving closer to him again. "I know you're afraid to go there, but please, you have to do it, otherwise, you'll lose too much blood or just get an infection." You hugged yourself with your hands as your body began to tremble with concern for the person in front of you. "It can leave a big scar." You whispered and saw that Bucky’s jaw clenched again. You didn’t want him to think that there was something wrong with having scars, but you knew that it was emotionally too hard for him to deal with them.

"I'm sorry, doll, but I can't," he pursed his lips, shaking his head, "you know I can't do it."

"Bucky…" you whispered as more tears started flooding your face. You were so focused on Bucky that you didn't even pay attention to your friends, who stood aside and pretended not to eavesdrop on your conversation.

"Don't cry because of me, doll, please, you don't have to cry." Bucky's voice lowered to a whisper as he worked up the courage to use his thumb to wipe a tear from your right cheek with a metal finger.

You took advantage of the opportunity, grabbing his metal wrist and pressing his hand closer against your cheek.

"Please, Bucky. Then let's go to your room. I can help you if you don't want to undress there.

"I don't think it's a good idea either, doll. You don't need to see it."

"James," you focused on his eyes, rubbing small circles with your thumb into his wrist, "it'll be alright, I promise. I'm not afraid of you. I won’t leave. I'll take care of you. Please do it for me."

You were hurt by his gaze. You've seen a thousand thoughts go through that head. Doubt, fear, uncertainty, and pain. He couldn't lose you. Couldn't lose what you had. Even if he wanted so much more, he was content just being around you. He couldn't lose you to a damn ugly piece of metal attached to him.

But you looked at him like your life depended on it. Tears were still running down your cheeks. You were hurt because of him. But you refused to give up and let his self-doubt win this fight. You continued to gently massage his metal wrist as you placed a light kiss on it. And he could no longer resist you.

"Fine."

"It's better if we do this in the bathroom," you said as you closed the door to Bucky's room behind you. You quickly walked past him, going into the bathroom and pulling out the first aid kit you knew was in the bottom drawer. You felt comfortable being a little bit bossy here, and Bucky didn’t mind it.

He quietly followed you, watching you with an unsure face. His blood was still soaking through his arm, but that didn't bother him as much as the fact that he'd have to undress in front of you and that at some point you would touch him.

Once all the necessary things were ready, you turned to face Bucky, already preparing to help him out. But as soon as your hands went up to help him unbuckle his suit, he staggered back, and you froze with your hands in the air. For a few seconds, you silently looked into each other's eyes, then you moved, trying to understand his reaction, and what you saw made your heart ache.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and the corners of his lips were turned down. His eyes always told you everything that he tried to hide, and right now they told you how scared and insecure Bucky actually was.

"I don't think I can do it." Bucky whispered softly, casting his eyes down in shame.

"Hey James, look at me," you said, taking his face in your hands. "I'm your friend, you know? I won't hurt you. I won’t judge you. I won't do anything against your will. But I need to help you because I can see how much pain you're in," you sighed, running your fingers over his cheekbones. "I know it's hard. And I know you're scared or shy, but I'm here for you. None of this scares me, and I'll be as gentle with you as I can, okay? You can tell me if it becomes too much, and I'll stop. I promise." You could see the tears forming in his eyes, and you couldn't help feeling the pain that this beautiful man in front of you had been without care and affection for so long.

Bucky nodded slightly, giving you permission to continue.

"I’ll clean up your wound on the ribs, and then we can take care of your face." You carefully removed your hands from his, now placing them on the clasps of his suit. You opened them one by one, and when you finally got to the last one, you helped Bucky carefully remove that piece of clothing. Next on the way was a stretchy long-sleeve shirt, and by glancing at the wound, you could see that all the tissue around it was completely covered in blood.

"So, now I'm going to carefully lift up the shirt so you can take it off and not bother your wound too much, okay?" you asked, running your eyes over Bucky's face to understand his emotions. He took a deep breath, as if preparing for the worst, but nodded anyway.

You started to slowly lift up his shirt, helping Bucky pull his hands out one by one, and then tossed that no longer needed rag into the bathtub.

"Oh god," you muttered softly, looking at the wound that seemed to be even bigger now.

Bucky thought that you said it about his appearance in general, so he lifted his head up to the ceiling to stop angry tears from falling.

Come on, Buck, we need to sew this up so it doesn't leave a scar. Do you think you can sit on the counter next to the sink?" You looked at Bucky, but you couldn't meet his eyes. You knew that he was at the edge, his body trembled a little bit, but he still listened to you and silently jumped up on the free space near the sink.

"Bucky," you said quietly, trying to be as gentle as you could. "I see you right now, and I’m not going anywhere, you hear me?" You put your hand back on his face, making him meet your eyes. Before you could think, you placed your right hand on his chest, causing his eyes to instantly widen in surprise. His skin was very warm and silky, even though there were a lot of scars from different conditions. You gently moved your hand, showing Bucky that you’re not afraid, that you’re not a threat, and that he can trust you. "You're doing well, it’s okay," you said as you started rubbing soothing circles on his shoulder.

You backed off a little, finally picking up all the necessary things, and began to sanitize and then stitch up the wound. Every time you needed to put your hand on your skin, you felt Bucky instantly tense under your touch, but you tried to send him quiet words of encouragement and praise. Bucky was very quiet, not making a sound even when the needle pierced his skin. His face wasn’t in bad condition, and Super Soldier serum almost healed them, so you decided to only sanitize and clean his skin.

"Well, you did a great job, James. I'm proud of you." About twenty minutes later, you finally tied the bandage and began to put everything back in the drawer, but then felt a touch on your arm.

You looked back at Bucky, only to meet tear-filled eyes.

"No one has ever taken care of me in a long time, Y/N." You stepped closer to Bucky again, unconsciously placing your hands on his shoulders. "I feel ashamed of my body. Of that arm. I didn't want you to see those ugly scars. God, this is so pathetic—"

"Don't say that," you interrupted him. "That's not pathetic. I understand how you feel. That you have so many negative thoughts about yourself. But Bucky… God, I don't know how to properly say it." You paused for a moment, considering the words. "You're one of the most amazing people I know. And even if many people in the tower are scared or intimidated by you, for me, you are the sweetest, most caring, and most generous person. You remember every little thing I say, make me coffee and food when I'm too busy, pretend to like those shitty movies that I make you watch with me. I'm so sorry that so many bad things happened to such a good person that you feel unworthy of good things."

Suddenly, strong arms surrounded you, and you realized that Bucky was hugging you with arms wrapping around your waist. He nuzzled up to your neck, and you could feel light sobs. Gently, you entangled your fingers in his hair, massaging the scalp with calming movements.

"I don't deserve you, doll." Bucky pulled back a little, still keeping his hands on your waist. "I wish I could be normal for you. Be who I was back in the 40s. I would’ve asked you out and given you everything that you deserved. But that person is not here any more, and I'm not worthy of you."

He wanted to ask you out on a date? Your heart stopped as soon as the words left his mouth, and you stared at Bucky in surprise. "Bucky—"

"I know…fuck—I shouldn't have said that. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm sorry, doll. I didn't mean to mess anything up between us, I promise. I know you don't feel the same— it's okay, really. Just forget about—"

You didn't let Bucky finish by leaning forward and brushing your lips against his. His flesh automatically tangled in the hair at the back of your neck as the metal one tightened his grip on your waist. For the first few seconds, Bucky was in shock, not kissing you back, but just as you wanted to pull away, his lips began to move, taking over you immediately.

It was the best kiss you ever had. He was gentle yet so passionate. There were a lot of unsaid feelings that Bucky kept to himself for too long. All thoughts seemed to have left your head as the feeling of him filled your whole body.

When there was not enough air, you moved away from each other, touching your foreheads with your eyes closed.

"Fuck" was the first thing he said.

"Yeah," you laughed, finally meeting Bucky's eyes. He looked at you with such adoration that you felt butterflies in your stomach. You just noticed how much skin-to-skin contact you had. "Are you okay with that? Doesn't that make you uncomfortable?" You tilted your head as your hands squeezed his shoulders.

"That's... that's weird. I'm not used to that kind of contact," Bucky said, studying your face. "But I trust you, doll. You are the only person I trust completely." You felt him begin to gently run his hand along your back. "I'd like to ask you out on a date. I mean, if you want to. If not, I totally understand—"

You interrupted him again, leaving a quick kiss on his lips. "I'd like to go on a date with you, James. You know, you’re so cute when you’re shy?"

You've never seen his face so lit up with happiness, with a little bit of pink on his cheeks. Butterflies began to beat in your stomach again, and you realized that it was you who made him feel that way.

"Do you want to go to bed, put on some shitty comedy, and grab some food? I still have to watch over your injury."

"Sounds like a perfect plan, doll." Bucky kissed you on the forehead, interlacing his fingers with you, and led you to his room.

Even if it still required a lot of work, cuddling with Bucky, you knew it was the best place you could be.

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lani-heart · 7 days

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|| series masterlist || next // previously

parings -> riki nishimura x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hyrbid au warnings -> n/a word count -> 2.4k

abstract -> he's perfect how he is... but can maybe change for her.

y/n’s perspective

“Niki, we always do this” I whined as he locked himself in the bathroom. I needed to get him ready for tonight’s party. If I didn’t have to go I wouldn’t… but with my family pushing me into choosing a major in business, they're making me befriend other kids who are from wealthy families.

“Please… I don’t want to go alone” I begged but he didn’t respond. It was running late and the driver was gonna be here soon… so I might have to go alone today.

I gave up trying to convince him and I went to do the final touches. Grabbing a jacket, fixing my makeup, and grabbing everything I needed.

When I left my room, I couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re gonna go with me?” I asked and he nodded. “I can’t let you go on your own” he muttered and I chuckled. “Besides, look at how forgetful you are,” he said as he pulled my hair roller off my bangs. “Oh,” I said genuinely forgetting as he laughed at me.

“Do you–” “Yes, I have my tail ring on. I’m ready, now let's go before your dad starts calling”

Riki Nishimura was a stray hybrid I met when I was a kid. We were on a vacation trip to Japan when I saw him. I offered him some food I had on me and he took it from me to eat it like he was starved.

My parents were already wanting to get me a hybrid so I begged them to keep him. In which they reluctantly agreed. However, when we found out he wasn’t a normal black cat hybrid they agreed.

He was a panther hybrid and has been with me for years. We grew up together… However, my parents never liked how rowdy he was. Even now they tell me to get another hybrid, one that could join me in dinners, parties, and one who is overall more well-behaved.

I wasn’t gonna let them replace him. He was my best friend, my number one confidant. Besides… who needs a fancy and well-behaved hybrid? Niki was way more fun!

niki’s perspective

It was the same old party they threw with the same kids as their rich human parents and new collectibles. They liked to collect new hybrids where they’d show them off and then throw them away… but not y/n.

Without her, I probably would still be mistaken for an overgrown cat hybrid on the street. It doesn’t mean I liked being gawked at and set a price on what they’d trade her for me. Of course, she’d never let them... I’ve seen how annoyed and angry she gets and it made me happy she cared so much.

I cared for her too… She was clumsy and an idiot so she needed someone to take care of her. So I'm here… at a stupid party filled with spoiled rich kids.

Not to say she isn't spoiled… she is. However, I never questioned that she loved me. She always makes that clear with everything she does for me.

I didn’t care what she had to say… I just didn’t like how her hybrid kept on staring at me with those eyes of his. What was his problem?

I was cut off from my thoughts when suddenly the topic of discussion became me…

“He’s really pretty and exotic too! I just haven’t heard good things about him, you know?” she said and I had to refrain from growling at her. Who was she to talk right in front of my face about me? And to y/n?

“Jay here is well-behaved! He’s from America you know–” Is that supposed to make him impressive? Congrats bird you’re a pet! “–it's just a shame you know. I wanted a bunny or maybe a cat hybrid” she pouted and I could see his disappointed expression.

“Oh, Niki is really sweet but he’s solitary–” “You should invest in a social hybrid you know?” she cut her off to say. Rude… why would she need another hybrid when she has me?

“I like the way he is, he’s been with me since we were kids so there's no way I could ever replace him like that,” she said and I felt proud.

“I heard about how much you care for him. I guess rumors were true” she said and I knew she was amongst those who talked about why she couldn’t get a nicer and social hybrid who smiles and dotes on her. I do dote on her… and I’m only nice to her. Everyone else was pushing it.

“What is he if I can ask?” she said and y/n only sighed while looking up at me. “He’s a puma hybrid from Japan,” she answered. “Woah! I heard puma hybrids were rare! I thought he was just a cat… makes sense then for how tall he is.” she said as she got closer to me.

“Oh please don’t do that. You’ll make him uncomfortable.” y/n said as I went behind her.

“You should take him to the training you know. It's for the hybrids who need manners… they are opening classes in your university for hybrids'' she said… she stalked y/n to know what university she was in? She needs a life.

“Calm down, you have an act to uphold,” I said and she sighed. “y/n?” I said and she looked at me with her eyes filled with determination to answer to give me anything I asked for. “Why didn’t you tell me your uni is having hybrid classes?” I asked and she sighed.

“They're mainly about etiquette. She said how to take care of your owner… how to behave in a social setting, etc” and I nodded.

“I want to go,” I said and her eyes widened. “But you're perfect–” “No, I’m not… I caused you a lot of trouble. I heard your dad get mad again this morning. He didn’t want me here because of last time” I said and she shook her head.

“Yah! Don’t do that!” she scolded and I smiled softly.

“Please? You said you would give me anything I asked for. I want to be a better hybrid for you”

“I can’t believe I'm agreeing to this,” she said and I smiled. “Thank you for letting me do this,” I said and she sighed. “I hate that the class requires collars though. I would’ve rather you had the tail ring instead” she complained and I chuckled.

“You’ll do great in your midterm, okay? Don’t worry about me” I said as I kissed her cheek. “After we’ll go for some Japanese food,” she said and I grinned. “Takoyaki!” I yelled and she chuckled. “I’ve been craving some curry udon,” she said and I nodded.

“I’ll do my best for you,” I said and she smiled. “You already are. Don’t change, okay?” she asked and I nodded. I just wanted to improve for her…

When I entered I was immediately overwhelmed with the many scents of hybrids. I ignored the stares of the familiar scents and went down into the big lecture room.

I sat down in the middle of the third to first row, not expecting others to approach me. “Ah! I’m not late!” I heard as I saw a Golden

A Retriever hybrid suddenly entered… he didn’t have a collar nor the scent of a domesticated hybrid. He grinned at me and I suddenly regretted staring… “I’m Jake, and you are?” he said as he approached me and sat next to me.

I heard the laughs around us, probably of me socializing with another hybrid. “Riki,” I said and he nodded. “I think your collar is cool!” he said and I chuckled. “Of course it is, I chose it,” I said and he looked confused.

“Your owner must be kind,” he said with a wagging tail and I chuckled. “Hey, isn’t that miss l/n’s hybrid?” I suddenly heard a bunch of whispers and I sighed and slouched down to my chair.

“Oh? Do they know you?” he asked and I scoffed. “Don’t get it mixed up, they know OF me, they don’t know me” I said and he nods

“They seem to know your owner,” he said and I scoffed. “They don’t know her…” I muttered. “Is she nice?” he asked and I laughed.

“She’s perfect”

y/n's perspective

“I thought you were going home after?” I heard and I saw Wonyoung with Seonghwa. I nod, “I do, I just need to pick up Niki, he’s taking etiquette classes,” I said and they both froze. “Your dad is making him take classes?” Wonyoung said and I chuckled.

“No, he wanted them for whatever reason. I tried to convince him otherwise but he insisted” I said and they both looked at each other. “Oh shut up the both of you,” I said and they chuckled as they caught up with me.

“He’s so spoiled if you just fold like that,” Seonghwa added and I scoffed. “You do spoil that cat a lot” Wonyoung teased and I rolled my eyes. “Have you told Hongjoong–” “He would kill me in my sleep if I ever brought it up” Seonghwa cut me off and I chuckled… that's true.

We finally made it to the building where the hybrid classes are taking place but I didn’t see Niki… I saw the hybrids out already so where was he?

“How long is it gonna take for him to come to you?” Wonyoung asked and I didn’t know. I looked at my phone, and the class should’ve already ended by now. “Why’d you even allow it?” Soenghwa asked and I sighed.

“Cause he wouldn’t let go of it. He begged and begged… I couldn’t keep denying it” I said and they sighed. “She’s whipped for him, that's the answer,” Wonyoung said and Seonghwa nodded.

“Oh? y/n!!” I heard as I saw the girl from the party again with her hybrid. What was her name again?

“You’re Wonyoung and Seonghwa, right? I’m e/n” she said. “I’m glad to see you’re having Niki taking this class,” she said and I sighed. “His name is Riki,” I said and she looked confused. “Oh? But you call him Niki?” she asked.

“That's a nickname that she only calls him, he will glare or even scoff if he hears you call him that,” Seonghwa said and it was true… I've called him that since I was a kid and yet he never let anyone else call him that. “This class should teach him otherwise,” she said and I had to refrain from scoffing.

“Oh, you should look into a secondary hybrid,” she said and I glared.

“I wouldn’t get another one,” I clarified. “Riki would get too jealous,” “Or he’d kick the other hybrid out himself,” Wonyoung and Seonghwa added.

“But if you were to get one he’d have to comply with her. She’s the owner,” she said and I shook my head. “Well, I was thinking of something cute… maybe a fox? Ooh or a pretty cat!” she said while looking at herself in a pocket mirror fixing her lipstick while her hybrid looked at her with a sad expression.

“I wanna go home” I suddenly heard. Niki?

“Why do you have scratches on your face? Are you okay?” I asked and he avoided eye contact when I grabbed his jaw to look at his wounds. He nodded, “I wanna go home” he repeated and I sighed.

“Ok, just let me take this off,” I said as I took off his collar and took out his tail ring. “Riki!! You forgot… Oh. Please don’t be mad at him! He was only defending me!!” I saw a dog hybrid yell while he held Niki’s backpack. Seonghwa grabbed it, holding it for me.

“Please, it's all my fault. Don’t abandon him because of me!” he pleaded and even bowed. I looked at Niki who looked away. “Why would I abandon you? Niki, what happened?” I asked and the other hybrid soon stood up but looked down to my hands. His collar? I sighed and turned Niki around when I clipped his tail ring. “Thank you for caring about him but he’s not in trouble. You should find your owner, they must be worried about you–” “He’s a stray” I was interrupted by e/n.

A stray? “Did you see? It's why they make the hybrids wear collars because they need to know by the end of the class who is a stray and who is owned. It's a mixture of people like us who pay and hybrids of low status who need major help like him. He’s probably also a runt” she said suddenly in disgust as she stepped back.

“Thank you for looking after Niki,” I said and he nodded with a small smile. I grabbed the backpack from Seonghwa as I looked at him and I saw his worried eyes. “Come on, I'm hungry,” I said as I dragged him away from the lecture hall and everyone else while I heard Wonnie and Seonghwa complain about me abandoning them…

“I still want that udon curry,” I pondered and he sighed. He grabbed his backpack and clipped his collar there as he walked silently. “Did you fight for him?” I asked and he nodded silently.

I smiled. “That’s very kind of you,” I said and from the corner of my eye, he looked at me confused. “What were they doing to him?” I asked and he sighed. “Called him a runt… a stray… useless. It was all when the teacher left for a break and I don’t know why I did but I fought for him” he said and I smiled.

“That was very brave of you. I’m proud of you Niki!” I said with a grin and he smiled softly. “The teacher gave me a warning cause he said if he told you that you’d return me,” he said and I chuckled. “We’ve been together for years! I could never do that” I said and he nodded.

“Still want takoyaki?” I asked and he chuckled. “Always!” he yelled as he ran ahead of me.

“HEY!! NO FAIR!! YOU HAVE LONGER LEGS!!”

taglist -> @ilovecheese09 @gudkc @nikisvanillaccola @blossominghunnie @mheretoreadff @k1ttylvr

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theoneandonlysilly · 1 year

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Our love is like a never ending meadow ♡

General idea: My favorite hsr characters romantic headcanons.

Featured characters: Kafka, Blade, Dan Heng, March 7th, Welt Yang, and Jing Yuan

Warnings:

Reader's gender: Gender neutral

A/N: I went a little crazy for March 7th and the ones past her and it has a very different vibe from the rest but I just felt a little bit silly

━━━━⊱Kafka⊰━━━━

🔾 A relationship with Kafka is very casual, and has a general "go with the flow" type consistency to it.

🔾 While it is quite casual, she still can be very romantic.

🔾 Her love language(s) would be words of affirmation and gift giving. She often will buy you stuff when she sees something that reminds her of you.

🔾 She will often buy you clothes that she thinks would look cute on you, as she's very well-versed in fashion and such.

🔾If you are a Stellaron hunter along with her, she doesn't feel as strong of a need to protect you, as she figures that you should probably know how to hold your own in battle, and she figures that you have the intelligence to know how to stay safe.

🔾 If you aren't a Stellaron hunter, she has a much more protective nature when it comes to you. She won't let you get involved in anything that has to do with her work, and she feels the need to be near you whenever you're out. It's not that she doesn't trust you necessarily, she just doesn't want to mess up and let you get hurt.

━━━━⊱Blade⊰━━━━

🔾 If you are dating him, know that he is definitely head over heels for you. He would be the type of person to never feel romantic or sexual attraction until he met "the one" or whatever you want to call it.

🔾 He genuinely loves you, but romance is very foreign to him, please be patient with him.

🔾 Like Kafka with being protective if you're not a stellaron hunter, but this time even if you are he's really protective of you. He doesn't know what he'd do if you got hurt or died :(

🔾 His love language is quality time, just try to change my mind. I dare you.

🔾 He doesn't believe gift giving to make sense, as it feels odd to him. He doesn't like words of affirmation (specifically giving words of affirmation) because he doesn't know how, and despite being kinda touch starved, he is not a fan of physical touch, unless you've been together for like a really long time. he'd never bring it up though because he's scared of rejection (he's just like me fr). He has nothing against acts of service, he just prefers quality time.

━━━━⊱Dan Heng⊰━━━━

🔾 He's not extremely focused on romance, and doesn't wish to go out of his way to be in a relationship, but he still enjoys being in one if he likes the other person.

🔾 He's a casual yet loyal lover. He doesn't show his love too often, but when he does it's clear that he's serious about how he feels.

🔾 He's not really one for romantic things. He'll buy you stuff every once in a while (and they're really thoughtful gifts too though. Like he is amazing at picking out presents for people), and do other things like going on dates with you sometimes, but usually won't feel inclined to

🔾 His love language is words of affirmation and acts of service. He also likes quality time though, but he easily gets burnt out from social situations, whether you both are in public, or alone.

🔾 He doesn't understand social cues (he's autistic and just like me fr) so you sometimes will have to guide him through things to do with social interactions

━━━━⊱March 7th⊰━━━━

🔾 She is so silly and ajdfnvljfdnvljdfnv. She is a hopeless romantic and I just KNOW IT. She is just like me fr

🔾 She, unlike Dan Heng, loves romantic things. She will take you on dates, buy stuff for you, MEMORIZES YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER AND BUYS IT FOR YOU ALL THE TIME.

🔾 She does want to have the romantic things reciprocated for her though, and will feel kinda neglected if you don't at least make an effort.

🔾 She is very hyper. VERY HYPER. She will be the sun to your moon. The light to your dark. The BTW creature/ADHD creature to your TBH creature/Autism creature. She is everything and she is soooooo silly

🔾 i think I'm projecting onto her too much but IDC SHE'S SO COOL

🔾 She loves you so soso much and is very loyal.

🔾 HER TAKING YOU OUT TO DO PHOTOGRPAHY STUFF TOGETHER >>>>>>>>>>>>>>

🔾 yeah I'm not okay she is so silly

━━━━⊱Welt Yang⊰━━━━

🔾 Dilf

🔾 Sorry...

🔾 Anyways........ he is a very attentive lover, AND OMG HE WOULD 10000000000000000000000% CALL YOU STUFF LIKE "DEAR", AND "MY LOVE" AND AWOOOGGAAAAAA

🔾 Anyways.

🔾 I do not know what I am writing but I am smiling so hard right now

🔾 His love language is both gift giving and quality time just try to prove me wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🔾 I think it would be difficult to get in a relationship with him. He seems to be the type to wait like months before even bringing up going on a date, and he likely wouldn't be the one to bring it up anyways.

🔾 He is so babygirl

🔾 IDK WHAT TO WRITE FOR HIM SORRY THIS IS A SHORT ONE SDFKHVBDFJLVNFDLJN

━━━━⊱Jing Yuan⊰━━━━

🔾 he is so..... MMVKJNDFLVMDFLKMDFKJDFLJVDJ

🔾 Like hey babygirllllll

🔾 I'll stop now

🔾 Anyways,,,,,,, super attentive lover pt. 2!!!!

🔾 I luv him he would be so kind and stuff and jndvljdfvndfjlnvldfnl

🔾 he would genuinely be a really casual, yet really romantic and sweet lover

🔾 I honestly forget his character mostly so this very well could be ooc

🔾BUT HE SEEMS SOOSOSOSOSOOSOSOSOOOOOO SWEET AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

🔾 This is another short one because i'm getting lazy so it's mostly just my ramblings, but i don't trust myself to continue because I am going to go feral for this man istg.

ANYWAYS UHHHH HOPE YOU LIKED IT MAKE SURE TO SMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON AND SUBSCRIBE 🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️

#honkai star rail #honkai x reader #hsr #x reader #kafka #kafka x reader #blade #blade x reader #dan heng #dan heng x reader #march 7th #march 7 #march 7th x reader #welt yang #welt yang x reader #hsr x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #🎸 my works

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notroosterbradshaw · 1 year

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100 different kisses #100 w/ Fanboy (bc we’re starved of Fanboy content and I love Danny Ramirez)

PROMPT: 100. 'it's always been you' kisses

please be gentle, this is not my thing in the slightest, so please be kind and let me know what you think? A series of moments with Mickey, in ficlet form.

thank you for this, darling heart @dhwanishah09 this is completely gratuitous because I cannot break away from Danny’s long hair so it’s on him. be kind to me, I’m branching a little too far out of my comfort zone xx

It starts innocuously. Predictably.

A weekender to a Mexican beachside border town with friends with more beer and tequila than you know what to do with. A cute boy and some of his buddies skipping the border with 36 hours to burn, a holiday fling that changes the course of your life?

Yes.

You feel it before you know what it is. A warmth floods you and it feels like hands tenderly caressing your back, you turn to face... nothing. But the warmth remains. And then you look up and see him. See him looking back at you across the room while he sips his beer. He has an open smile, he knows you’re looking at him and you know you’re smiling as bold as he is.

Your heart is racing, your palms are clammy, and you know his must be too. Because the warmth that emanates from him you now feel it all over. He moves to you without hesitation and he knows that he’s never felt so confident. It’s not the alcohol, it’s not the idea of a cheap holiday fuck.

It’s you.

“I’m Mickey,” he smiled, his dark hair is cropped and his eyes are so open and genuine, they feel like home to you so many miles away from where you should be, as he offered you his calloused palm. His incredible grin widens across his clear features like he knew it but you just confirmed it for him. His teeth are perfect and momentarily distract you into an incoherent reply, you tried again, giving him your name. He laughs quietly as your friend gets between you and introduces you to him properly. Everything he ever needed to know. And lastly?

Single.

You were so terribly embarrassed and he laughs, he likes that emotion on you and how it clouds your features.

His friends thrust more shots before you and before you realise what’s happening, you’re making out with the fresh-faced Naval recruit much to the hooting and hollering of his friends in the middle of the dance floor of the beach-side bar.

“Leave with me,” he pleads, nudging his head towards the water lapping the shoreline, your fingers linked with his.

“Anywhere,” you told him. Anytime, any place, you want to add. This wasn’t you. You were cautious, thoughtful, a good girl who didn’t give it up to pretty boys on the pretence of going into war zones but as he leads you into the sand a little while away from the fanfare, you’re not scared. He’s gentle, considerate, and unexpectedly cheeky.

Laying down in the sand and staring up at more stars than you’d seen in your entire lifetime, it’s not long before the conversation is forgotten and you’re kissing each other frenetically. That’s how strong the pull is, that you can’t stop and you don’t want to stop because as much as you could blame it on the alcohol, you were as sober as a judge, your body, heart and soul knowing that this was what would define you in years to come.

You want to kiss him, you want to touch and do all those things you shouldn’t because you’re here with your friends and you’ve ditched them for this beautiful boy who maybe, just maybe, as enamoured by you as you are with him. When you roll to sit on his waist, his strong hands grip your hips and he asks if this is what you want.

And you willingly take everything he gives you.

“‘I’m in town, I don’t even know where in the world you are’,” you say aloud as you type. You hadn’t seen him in so long. You’d never made anything official or serious, but you knew in time... “‘Miss you and hope you’re around for a drink between friends?’”

You know he’s probably not around, but when your phone lights up and says he ships out at dawn, you are already giving him your hotel details and running for the shower.

You meet his friends, his detachment, he called them. It seemed cold but they seemed harmless. He needs you to meet Payback.

“All this call sign business, Mickey,” you laugh softly. “Tell me what you’ve never told me before.”

He almost blushes as he sits on his stool, keeping you close as you preferred to stand between his knees, his hands tracing the seams of your underwear against your hip under your sundress. The one he took off you that night at the beach those years ago. His favourite, the one you’d only dare wear for him and the only one you’d want him to take off.

“Fanboy,” he admits as you giggle quietly.

“My darling nerd,” you say as he explains the ins and out of how he got his call sign and those of his friends around that he knew.

“This is Reuben,” Mickey tells you as he keeps his arm around your waist. It means a lot for him to introduce you because he flies with Rueben and they are the perfect 1-2 jab. Rueben is kind and you understand why Mickey gets along with him so well. You figure out pretty quickly why Mickey thinks Hangman is a douche, why Rooster is misunderstood and Phoenix leads.

He doesn’t let you go all night and when he walks you back to your hotel room well after last call in the early hours of the next day, he tells you he’s never been on a mission like this and he hopes one day he can see you again. You swear you’ve felt your heart stop and he buries his forehead in your shoulder all the while you beg yourself not to fall apart for this wonderful man before you. He doesn’t need that on the eve of something that is clearly terrifying him.

“Can you stay?” you asked him, raising your eyes to his and yours searching the deep brown pools.

“I can’t stay long. I don’t want you to think that I’m here for a cheap fuck and then I leave,” he admitted, his eyes dropping.

“It’s never cheap, Mickey,” you tell him quietly as you turn your back to him and he sees the zip, the zip he’s downed so many nights before.

“What do I have to do to get you to stay?” Mickey asked, his delicate fingers brushing the strap of your sundress off your shoulder and replacing his lips with it. “What do I have to say to stop us being a series of moments, muñequita, and being forever instead?”

“Tell me you love me again,” you teased as his lips traced to your wildly racing pulse and your fingers were lost to his wild curls. The curls you’d missed terribly. Growing slowly, flourishing delightfully. This man before you.

“Mi vida... Eres tú. Siempre has sido tú,” Mickey whispered into your skin. “After all this time... there’s no one else. Don’t you get that?”

“I love you, Mickey,” you told him, using your finger to drag him by the chin back to your face. He licked his lips, tenderly kissing you, reminding you that all along...

“Quiero estar contigo... Mi corazón es tuyo. All these years, and I knew from the moment I saw you - no, felt you, that this was all I was ever gonna need. Say yes, be mine and let’s start the rest of our lives together before we waste more time.”

“Yes,” you breathed, as he eased you back and kissed you. “Love me,” you say like a mantra and Mickey knows because he’s always known. Just like you. It’s always been you.

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toomuchracket · 9 months

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love when we are thinking about d word. my favourite thought right now is getting coffee or lunch delivered to the office when she’s working and he’s out of town. just as a version of looking after her because she can let stuff like that slide if she’s really busy. and flowers i feel like reception would be sick of the delivery people there (just kidding everyone loves girly in my mind and they think it’s sweet)

when you and matty are getting to know each other and he's in the office, i think you definitely do coffee/lunch hangouts together every day - one day, probably mid end of financial year stuff, i think he comes over like "hey do you want to go for lunch" and you don't even look away from your computer like "i'm so sorry but i'm too busy to take a break rn. but i'll come and find you later for a tea if that's cool", and matty's like "yeah no worries darlin', i'll see you in a bit". the hours pass, and you don't leave your desk; only when everyone else is packing up their stuff to go home do you run over to matty like "god i am SO sorry i lost track of time trying to get everything done i hope i haven't upset you", and he's like "it's alright sweetheart! i didn't want to interrupt you. but i can give you a lift home and we'll get some dinner on the way, yeah? surely you're starving, you missed lunch". and you're like "ok yeah i'm a bit hungry", so you end up getting pizza and eating it in matty's car and chatting lol. the next day, at lunch, he's like "i know you're busy but i thought you should probably eat something so i got you some soup" - you look up at him, all starry-eyed and genuinely touched, like "thank you for taking care of me", and matty's like "s'ok. i like making sure you're alright". and it becomes a thing when you're really busy and matty's around, him dropping off lunch for you and refusing to let you pay him back for it (he's like "the reason you're so busy is because you're sorting our shit out, sweetheart, it's the least i could do to thank you". but you give him little gifts to even the score, regardless). it continues when you actually start seriously dating, although it often becomes matty sliding a tupperware of leftovers from the dinner he made you last night over to you before you leave for work, and he sets up a deal thing with the cafe near the office you both like and frequent so that you get lunch delivered during any really busy periods when he's not in london and able to drop you something off. and i also think matty would be like "i don't ever mean to patronise or baby you, darlin', i just wanna make sure you're healthy", because he's conscious of the potential power dynamics and imbalances but also he really does just want the best for you, bless him. and the flowers! i wrote about him getting you a bloom & wild subscription for at home while he's away, but i think he'll send a little bunch to the office every so often for your desk, too. you and the girls at reception have a laugh about it - you go in on monday mornings and they're like "another bouquet for you, babe", and you roll your eyes and do that "you're joking. not ANOTHER one?" bit from the bbc news before you're like "what's the verdict on them", and the girls will give their opinions lmao. you apologise for the constant extra deliveries addressed to you, and they're like "nah it's cute. and flowers are more fun to get than office supplies lol". you tell matty about this whole bit, and whenever he's home and he personally comes in with flowers for you, he has to stop at reception to show the girls before he takes them up to you lol - to be honest, i think he's less known to them as "matty" and more as "your boyfriend", despite the fact he's worked at/with dh longer than you lmao. v sweet <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #d word matty

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corrodedbisexual · 9 months

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Communication is key

Steddie | M | ~4.7k | AO3 link

Featuring: Fluff, POV Alternating, Developing Relationship, Sharing Clothes, Self-Discovery, Insecurity, Communication, Dom/sub Undertones, Non-Sexual Submission, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Tickling, Laughter, Boys Kissing, Cuddling, Soft dom Steve Harrington, Inexperienced Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is Steve Harrington's good boy

Eddie takes a deep breath, reminds himself that he survived nearly becoming dinner for a swarm of bloodthirsty demobats. He can do this. “How much do you know about BDSM, Steve?” The boys brave through the mortifying ordeal of discussing their newfound sex dynamic.

By popular request in the comments, a non-smutty part 3 of Steve Harrington's unexpected soft dom awakening is here 🥰 (with a promise of more smut to come because what can I do... they live in my brain now)

***

Steve’s not sure how long they’ve been lying there quietly, on his couch, tangled together underneath the blanket. Eddie’s still half on top of him, head tucked underneath Steve’s chin. Steve can feel the boy’s slightly damp breaths on his skin.

He’s heavy, but it’s not an unpleasant weight. Comfortable. Grounding. Steve could really get used to this; and it's not just that he's been feeling terribly touch-starved lately. He's not so desperate as to be jumping at the first opportunity of cuddling with someone. But with Eddie... it feels kind of perfect. And there's something about him, about how Steve felt being intimate with him, that makes him want to wrap his arms around the boy and never let him out of his sight again. It's probably not healthy to suddenly feel so dangerously possessive of someone after a couple of orgasms. Right?

Lost in his own thoughts, Steve assumes Eddie has drifted off; until he hears his voice, quiet, uncertain behind the humorous bravado.

“You freaking out yet, or should I wait a few more minutes?”

Steve frowns.

“What do you mean?”

The weight lifts off his chest; Eddie shifts, tries to roll onto his back and yelps, losing his balance on the edge of the couch. Luckily, Steve’s reflexes are quick enough to catch him by the waist and pull him back in.

“My savior,” Eddie giggles in his face.

“You’re welcome,” Steve replies, grinning, a bit stunned by the boy’s shy smile in front of him. It’s really pretty. Not the kind he usually shows in public, teasing and making fun of everyone and everything around him, although Steve wouldn’t call him not pretty when he does that either. But it’s these soft, unreserved smiles directed right at him keep doing funny things to Steve’s stomach. Kind of like being at the top of a rollercoaster, anticipating the big drop.

He shifts as deep into the couch as he can, rolling onto his side so there’s enough space for Eddie to lie on his back next to him.

Steve watches the side of his face for a moment. Eddie really is genuinely attractive, he thinks; kind of baffling how girls in school were always chasing after some of his jock ex-friends, at least half of whom, to be fair, didn’t offer much to look at, when Eddie was right there. Although from what Steve has put together over the past week, without Eddie explicitly saying it out loud, he likely wouldn’t care much for their attentions.

“So… you were saying..?” He nudges Eddie’s foot with his own.

Eddie’s eyes dart towards him, then back up to the ceiling. He throws an arm behind his neck, resting his head on it; thankfully, it’s the one closer to the edge of the couch, or he probably would have accidentally elbowed Steve in the face.

“I mean…” He looks uncertain, struggling with his words. “You hooked up with a guy. Twice now. That doesn’t bother you?”

Right. Steve has been expecting that question sooner or later. He’s not sure what he would have said if Eddie had asked him a week ago; luckily, he’s had time to think about it. He had a suspicion guys don’t normally rank other guys around them on their attractiveness.

“Bother is probably the wrong word. It’s… different.” Steve rests his palm on Eddie’s chest, fingers brushing through the rare hairs there; Eddie’s not as hairy as himself, but it’s still there, one of many reminders the naked body next to him isn’t a girl’s. And that’s not a bad thing. It is different. Still hot, though.

Steve looks up and meets Eddie’s eyes; his eyebrows are raised, like he expects Steve to elaborate.

“Look, I don’t know what to tell you," Steve says honestly, shrugging with one shoulder, the one not currently trapped between couch cushions. “I wish I could say I meditated on this for five hours and came up with some striking revelation. I didn’t.”

Eddie chuckles, head rolling back again. He watches Steve’s hand trace random patterns on his chest, looking pensive; Steve can’t tell what Eddie might be thinking. He wishes he could be more reassuring. Better at saying words, putting what he’s feeling into them. He’s never been good at that.

His hand drifts to the edge of Eddie’s chest, dips into his armpit. The hair’s longer and thicker there, where girls would usually shave it clean. Because they are supposed to, apparently. Steve remembers locker room talk, some guys laughing at a girl in their class whose biggest crime was walking around with hairy armpits. He found it kind of hypocritical; what’s wrong with girls having hair in places where it naturally grows?

He idly runs his fingers through the hairs, brushing the soft skin underneath, and Eddie squirms.

“Hey. I’m ticklish, and I kick.”

“Sorry,” Steve grins, moving his hand back to Eddie’s chest. “Got distracted.”

“By my pit hair? ” Eddie stares at him, eyebrows up to his fringe.

“Everything about you is distracting,” Steve replies earnestly.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mutters under his breath, turning away, failing to conceal his goofy smile. “Still not sure how I stumbled into this parallel universe in which Ste-e-eve Harrington finds me distracting, but you won’t hear me complaining, I guess.”

Steve snorts.

“We’re all in a parallel universe now, dude. Somewhere out there, there’s a version of me that… I don’t know, is off to college or something. Maybe hasn’t fucked things up with Nance. But I’m here, and… well. Life’s kind of insane here.”

Steve wraps his arm around Eddie and settles more comfortably against him. He looks at one of the jagged scars above his hip, bigger and rougher than Steve’s own. Proofs that their nightmares are real.

“So you ask me if this bothers me, and…” He chuckles. “You know what, I’d probably be bothered if I was suddenly attracted to demogorgons. Or Vecna.”

“Ew.” Eddie wrinkles his nose.

“Exactly. This, though? I don’t know. Feels normal. And the sex is… yeah, we should probably talk about it, but, I mean. Wow.” He mimes mind blown, then grins, seeing Eddie’s face. “You’re so fucking cute when you blush.”

“I have a feeling I’m gonna be doing that a lot with you around.” Eddie sighs, but he looks genuinely amused more than embarrassed.

“Feel free to, anytime,” Steve grins, leaning in to kiss Eddie. Just to check that he can, and… with the way Eddie opens up to him right away, yeah. He totally can.

And he meant it, they should have a conversation about the rest of it, because honestly, while he’s not that weirded out by being attracted to Eddie, it’s… certain things he feels, when they’re intimate, that confuse him. But maybe they should get dressed for that, actually, because he’s not sure if he can keep that conversation going with Eddie’s naked body leaning into him under the blanket.

Besides… he’s actually kind of hungry. And he needs to pee.

“Hey,” he says, pulling back from Eddie’s lips; Eddie’s eyelids flutter before he opens his eyes, looking a bit dazed. Steve’s grumbling stomach gives him just enough willpower not to push the man into the cushions and ravage him. “You hungry?”

“Uh. Yeah, I guess, I could eat.”

“Okay, come on then.” Steve runs his knuckles softly across Eddie’s cheek. “I’ll make us something.”

“I’m gonna need to borrow some clean boxers.” Eddie’s eyes dart down, at his own skull-patterned boxers peeking above Steve's waistline. “Quid pro quo, I guess.”

Steve smiles, sitting up and scrambling off the couch. He’s still wearing his jeans, but Eddie’s mostly naked, trying to wrap the blanket around himself like a makeshift toga.

“What, you suddenly shy?” Steve grins at him teasingly.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“No, I just look fucking ridiculous with my dick hanging out and my socks still on.”

“So lose the socks,” Steve jokes, finding his own T-shirt behind the couch and tugging it on, then turning and heading towards the stairs.

Grumbling something under his nose, like ‘Jesus fucking Christ’ and ‘will be the death of me’, Eddie picks up his own clothes, scattered all around the living room; then, he follows Steve upstairs, stepping on the edges of the blanket and stumbling every few steps.

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Billy Hargrove SFW Alphabet

so i tried to have this done last night and then fell asleep at W. oops.

long post below the cut

Billy SFW

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

As I'm sure we’re all aware, Billy is incredibly touch starved. Actually, the poor boy is affection starved in general. He doesn't really know how to show affection that isn't in a transactional way. i.e you make him feel good and he’ll do the same thing for you. He can be affectionate in a very superficial way, charming words and small presents and little touches. To Billy this isn't really affection, this is just what's expected of him by the people who want him. It's just a script he follows, he doesn't get any real enjoyment out of it.

I think of him like a skittish cat. You need to warm him up a little with your affection before he feels safe enough to give it back. Be genuine and start small and don't expect anything back. EVENTUALLY he will realise this relationship is different and let his walls down a little. Billy likes to share as his love language: he gives you his jacket, some of his food, his tapes, a sip of his drink etc. he likes to share space with you but only you're alone, pda squicks him out.

Once he's comfortable, Billy will literally take any affection you want to give. You wanna softly squidge his face and give him kisses? Cool! wanna call him over to taste what you're cooking? Nice! You got him something dumb from a gift shop in another state? Sweet it's going on his fireplace forever now. I will say that since he is so unaccustomed to affection, it's going to take a while for him to realise what you're doing IS affection and probably even longer for him to start reciprocating. But when he does? Oh boy you won't be able to get away from it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Absolute nightmare lets get that straight right away. Billy would treat you like any other friend at the start: you go to parties neither of you are really interested in, kicking your ass at basketball and generally making a nuisance of himself at your house. But the more he does it, the lamer his excuses get. It’s obvious that it's not you he really wants to hang out with, at least not at first. He just wants an out, an excuse not to go back to cherry lane and be stuck in the house with neil. Of course you know he’s only prolonging the inevitable, and staying out all night with the excuse he had one beer at dinner at yours and didn't want to drive home was never going to fly for long.

After a while he does genuinely start to enjoy hanging with you. It's a nice change of pace from always having to be ‘on’ in front of the others. You're his person, the first to hear news good or bad, his one phone call and the place he goes when things are bad at home. He comes by all hours of the day and night looking for company or even just a place to lay his head. He's over so often you might as well get him his own key.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Billy is a little afraid of physical contact for obvious reasons, particularly when he's not in control. For that reason I think you should let him do most of the initiating of contact, at least at the start. The way he flinches or jumps when someone or something touches him without warning is heartbreaking. Even before you hear the whole story, it's obvious something is up. At first I imagine he only cuddles in his sleep, subconsciously reaching out for comfort when he's under but pulling away again as soon as he wakes up. Eventually however he’ll want to purposefully fall asleep and wake up in contact with you. He likes being little spoon and if he's decided you can be trusted he’ll rarely be out of your space. Even if there's seats available you'll find him gradually creeping towards you until he winds up on your lap (or you on his). Maybe he’ll lean against your legs on the sofa or put his head in your lap. Any excuse to sit and chill with you.

I mentioned above he doesn't like any kind of pda but sometimes if he's feeling anxious, he’ll reach out and link pinky fingers with you. Just a little weight for reassurance and so you can't feel how clammy his hands are, he gets embarrassed by it.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Billy is very domestic but it's not really by choice. He learned by watching his mom essentially be a maid for his father, but being a child he didn't realise what was going on: he was just happy to spend time with her and I doubt she’d complain about having company or another pair of hands to do the laundry or cook dinner. When she left, Billy took over the majority of the housework. At first it was an attempt to keep the peace; Neil cant be angry if everything is perfect right? House tidy and dinner on the table and everything will be good. It never worked that way, Neil always found something to complain about and even if he didn't outright punish Billy he certainly knew how to make an atmosphere to the point Billy just stopped bothering by the time susan was on the scene.

In Hawkins, Billy goes out of his way to help as little around the house as possible. He can do all of the chores, probably better than max, and could probably even cook better than Susan ( i canon billy's mom was hispanic /native or of hispanic/native descent so she knew a lot of traditional dishes) but given he’s damned if he does and damned if he doesn't, he’d rather just not waste the effort.

The only chore he does religiously is tidying things up. Nothing on the counter tops, no trash sitting in the bin, no laundry piling up on chairs or in baskets. Again, he doesn't enjoy this, he's just doing it to keep the peace because he knows neil will absolutely fly off the handle if he finds anything that could be considered “mess”

Alone, in his own place? He can be kind of a slob but only at the start of living there, he eventually gets tired of it and tidies up but only because HE wants to, not because he's being forced.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Billy is a ghoster at best and a “we were never REALLY dating” dudebro at worst. Most of his relationships have been so short lived that the other person has no comeback, they usually don't argue with him. He has a tendency to call things off when he starts catching feelings. Trauma response i guess, ‘you can't leave me if i leave first’ sort of thing. I imagine if you wanted to be in it for the long haul you’d need to (gently) call him on his bullshit. He's not emotionally intelligent enough to realise that's why he's doing what he's doing. If you were done with him too, then no harm no foul, let him call things off. But if you really care about him you're going to have to fight for it. Honestly I think he might love you all the more for it.

That being said, if you two really weren't happy together, he would absolutely make you be the one to break up with him, not the other way around.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Hmm. not positive feelings if i'm honest. Maybe that's because he’s got literally no model or frame of reference for a healthy relationship, but he's not really game for the kind of commitment where you have to get the government involved. Something purely symbolic? Sure he can do that, he doesn't need to have a piece of paper to say he’s yours and you're his. If I'm being totally honest he might propose and then get cold feet about the whole thing. He has anxiety about relationships breaking down and having no one left AND anxiety about losing his freedom to leave if he needs too. Basically the man has a lot of anxiety.

In an ideal world, maybe 10 years post vecna nonsense when everyone has had a LOT of therapy I can see him settling down with someone, maybe somewhere along the west coast. I imagine it’d be a small affair, maybe even just rings, max as flower girl and a closed ceremony in city hall . I imagine if you had the kind of money to splurge, he’d rather you did it on the honeymoon than just the wedding: maybe a week in Bali? Sidney? Somewhere he can go surf and look at you being cute on the beach.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's trying his best and all things considered he’s doing pretty good. 5 outta 10 but an A for effort. Post starcourt he's the one who needs a gentle approach. You need to be clever about it though because if he thinks you're treating him like glass he's going to throw a shitfit. Treat him like normal with a little extra patience and softness and you'll get the best reaction from him. Normal Billy is rough the way most young men are, a little bit crude, a little boisterous etc. he’ll calm down with age but if that's not your jam you’ll need to be direct and tell him it's not on.

I can't see him being physical with you, even in an argument. Billy never throws the first punch even when he's on the back foot and he’ll be damned if he ever raises his hand to someone he loves. He can be mean but he's not as bitchy as say, Steve harrington or as cutting and to the point as Murry, but his words still have edge, mostly because they hit close to home.

He’ll usually apologise after he calms down though.

We know Billy has a temper but I imagine with age and therapy that will fade too; even when he’s at his worst he's more likely to implode rather than explode. On his bad days he is sharp and quiet, so gentle and slow moving you might mistake him for a statue. On his best days he’s rowdy but oh so soft, bursting with big energy and bigger emotions. He’ll blast his music at full volume and dance around the living room and his happy smile is contagious even when things have been rough for you. Don't mistake a calm Billy for docility or apathy. Just because he's sitting quietly for a change doesn't mean he isn't ready to jump up and greet you like a dog seeing its owner after work.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Billy is reluctant to hug at first, he’s just not used to physical contact that doesn't cause some sort of pain or discomfort for him. His hugs are a little rough around the edges; he doesn't quite know when it's gone on for long enough to be awkward, what kind of strength to use that's not “i don't want to touch you” or “ i'm going to crush you”. His hugs are very warm and he always smells of aftershave or some fancy hair product. He does that thing that some folks do when hugging where he wiggles you both back and forth like a little dance, which I think is very cute. I will say after Neil is gone he starts to enjoy hugs more and more; he hugs as a greeting and as a goodbye and no matter who he’s sitting beside on the sofa it's almost a guarantee he’ll throw his arm around their shoulders at some point. There aren't many people in the Party who are taller or heavier than him, at least not until the starcourt incident. After that he has a habit of backpacking people when they aren't expecting it or doing that “if i jump, surely (name) will catch me” when people are already holding things. If Billy decides he wants your affection, he wants it then and there, no waiting for silly things like putting down hot coffee or perishable objects.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He says it super fast in a superficial sense. It's hard to unlearn some of his manipulative tactics to get what he wants from people. Dropping an L bomb or peppering it into his compliments is a good way to endear people to him. As for saying it and actually meaning it? That takes a long time and it's going to come out of left field. He’s most likely to mutter it while half asleep, dozing off beside you while watching a movie or something. He’s voted most likely to blurt it out will having sex and imediatly regretting it, too embarassed to explain himself.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Billy is very jealous at times but i dont think it's out of malice or a need to control, at least not like Neil. He's afraid of having the rug pulled out from under him again, afraid to lose someone and something that is finally just his and his alone. He can come off controlling and manipulative but again, I don't think he means to be toxic. It comes from a place of fear and pointing it out to him is likely to make him mad in the immediate and then introspective when he calms down. He’s not stupid, he doesnt want to be like Neil and he certainly doesnt want to drive his partner or new friends away. His need to control things is another anxiety response. It's not an excuse but talking with him I'm sure you can at least empathise with his reasoning, talk to him calmly when he's being jealous or paranoid about you or relationships with other people. He’s a work in progress, give him grace.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Pda is a no no for him but at home? He is never away from you. If he doesn't give you a kiss, even on the top of the head as he passes your chair, assume he is unwell. His kisses are always fleeting and a little brisk but they are many and often. He’ll kiss anywhere in range but cheeks, forehead and top of the head (if you are a lot smaller than him) are his favourite targets. He likes forehead kisses but also nose bumps/nose kisses. His hands are often sore after starcourt so he likes when you hold them to your warm face and pepper little soft kisses on them. He's not big on you kissing his scars. The wounds are still a little fresh in both the literal and figurative sense, but he enjoys kissing yours and he’s happy to let you give the birthmark on his shoulder a lil smooch.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Post starcourt Billy is practically a second babysitter for the younger teens. Ok he can't drive them around like Steve can since the camaro is a scrap heap, but he’s got good advice and he’s a good listener. I think its fandom consensus that Billy gets the girls and steve takes the boys but they get joint custody of Will which i wholeheartedly agree with. He’s good at doing the girls hair, happy to let them paint his nails and listen to them bitch about their boyfriends. Ok 90% of his advice is “just throw the whole boyfriend out” or “ok who are we burying? lemme get my shovel” but he means well. He offers to teach the kids how to drive when they want their licence because he's a much better and far more patient teacher than Steve and after everything he’s been through he won't even blink when one of the kids spins out in the denny's parking lot.

I don't think he’d have as much patience for little kids, at least not until he’s old enough to want some of his own. He likes to tease and he likes it when he gets back as good as he gives from little sass pots like max and Erica.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Billy is not a morning person, he only gets out of bed before noon on sufferance. Part of that is the fact he is usually so anxious he’s exhausted from the tension and nervous energy. The other part is just not wanting to start the day with Neil in the house. It's hard to unlearn so expect to see him shuffling around like a blanket wrapped zombie with his 3rd cup of coffee when he has to get up in the morning for work or therapy or something. If he has the choice he likes to lie late and go to bed late, even if he’s not sleeping just being able to spend uninterrupted time in bed is one of his favourite things, even better if he can spend it with you.

When he does finally get up it takes him an age to get ready. Post starcourt he’s let it slide a little for sheer lack of energy but normally he’s in the bathroom for at least 30 minutes, washing, shaving and getting his hair into the exact right shape. It's not just a vanity thing, he likes to look his best, he feels less anxious when he does. It's a small thing he can control about his life. He’s quite happy for you to help him with some of it if you really wanted to speed things along but you might find he goes even slower to spite you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Billy loves the night. The dark can be scary but with enough lights and blankets there's few things that can make him feel more comfortable (except you maybe). There are no expectations at night, he can go out and party till dawn or he can sit in his pyjamas at 3am and eat cereal while watching goosebumps on vhs. The world is his oyster. There is another side to this that Billy refuses to admit most of the time: he suffers from nightmares, night terrors and even occasional sleep walking. It's got to the point that the first two are just annoying more than frightening but the sleepwalking still gets to him. He's never done anything more than sleep in the bathtub or pour entire jugs of milk out into the sink but he's terrified one day the mindflayer will come back and he’ll be sleepwalking through life. There's no amount of reassurance that will convince him otherwise, you really just need to get him to focus, breathe and come down by himself until the logic portion of his brain starts working again.

On a lighter note some of his favourite things to do are even better at night. He loves swimming in the moonlight, going for a drive somewhere quiet and watching the stars, maybe camping out and watching the sunrise. If the weather is bad he likes to open all the windows so the room is freezing, grab his thickest blanket and hunker down while listening to the rain or snow plink off the roof.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Billy is very closed off, even to those closest to him. He’s learned over the years that having your heart on your sleeve is a good way to get hurt. He won't tell you things directly, maybe once in a blue moon you'll get something cryptic out of him about his past or certain triggers but that's it. I will say he’s not exactly hard to read; he doesn't have a great deal of emotional intelligence to understand what he's feeling a lot of the time (before therapy at least), so he’s not exactly skilled at hiding it. A reasonably intelligent person could probably piece things together without much prompting. Billy is always surprised when his partners show so much knowledge of what he's thinking or feeling without him telling them what's up. He just doesn't get it ??? how can you know him so well??? He loves you very much for it, helping him to put words to the feelings he can't.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Billy has so much patience for many things for someone with a short fuse. He's worked on himself over the years to just know when to take a deep breath and unclench his jaw. People hassling the select group of people he's elected to give a shit about still brings out his mean streak, he's got no patience for people who shout and don't have inside voices and he has had to be physically restrained by max el and will when they saw some parent make their kid cry at a restaurant because they spilled their drink. He spent the rest of the night complaining that they should have AT LEAST given the kid a sippy cup and WHO MAKES SUCH A BIG DEAL ABOUT SPILLED SODA IT'S LIKE $0.50. El nods along even though she's not 100% sure how much 50 cents is. Max is considering pouring salt in their drinks when they aren't looking and Will is trying to be the adult and stop Billy from taking it a step further by slashing their tires.

Billy's anger to me is generally a slow burn. He can get pissy about things for days but it's little more than bluster that blows out like a birthday candle once it's addressed. When he does get really mad it's like a firecracker, a short sharp burst that's gone in an instant. It's not sustainable to be so angry for so long and frankly he’d rather spend his energy elsewhere these days.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Billy gives the air of someone who couldn't give a shit if he tried but we all know it's just a show, he cares so much and feels things so deeply. He tries so hard to remember every little thing but it's just not possible because he has so many thoughts in his head already. Bless his cotton socks he does try, even if he can't be exactly he guesses and usually gets pretty close, making a mental note to try really really hard to remember for next time.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

I think that all things considered, Billy remembers time at school with you most fondly. Things were terrible back then, even before shit hit the starcourt fan. But having you around always gave him a reason to smile, even if it was only for a moment. You weren't a couple or even had many classes together but seeing you by the lockers, maybe in the cafeteria at lunch, occasionally catching each other's eye. He hated how sickly sweet it all was but he couldn't deny there was something different, maybe even nice about exchanging glances with you, like you weren't just looking at him like another piece of ass and if either of you ever just talked he might actually enjoy the conversation . I guess that's why his yearbook says lunch was his favourite period.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Billy is an incredibly protective person. It's an instinct ingrained into his bones to throw himself between the danger and the other person. He doesn't think, he just does it and it's only ever ended badly for him. Still he won't be dissuaded, he's a protector at heart and he always will be. With him around you have scary dog privileges. Him just being there is usually enough to protect you from most things but he is always ready to throw hands for your sake. He never starts the fights but he damn well finishes them.

Billy takes protection hard. He’s afraid if he admits he wants to be protected he’ll come across as weak and you won't want to be around him anymore. He sees weakness in himself in any form and just starts hearing neils voice telling him he's not good enough for anyone to even want to protect him. He tries his hardest to shrug it off but when he's already down or in a panic attack what he really needs is to just sit by you, hear your comforting voice, smell your scent and feel even just a hand on his shoulder to ground him in reality where none of those terrible things are true.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

As mentioned above he has the air of someone who doesn't give a shit about anything but it really isn't true. He is sort of a low maintenance kind of person when it comes to dates and presents and I imagine he’d expect you to be the same. He's not one for grandiose displays, little and often is the way to go with him. Get him something ‘just because’ or treat him for no reason. When special dates do come up he makes some sort of effort, but he's usually so anxious it's hard for him to enjoy things. He can be sort of one note, he likes to stick to things he knows have worked in the past so if you want something different you’ll need to be the instigator .

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Billy has a terrible habit of self deprecating when things go wrong. He burns something and suddenly he's “the worst cook ever” he forgets something on a day out and it's all “ shit, can't do anything right can i?” and honestly i would be getting a spray bottle and spritzing him like a cat every time he starts that shit. You could take it as a joke maybe the first few times but when you realise he’s serious about this and trying to get you to agree with him on top of it all? It's time for some serious intervention.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Billy is vain but I think such things are a reflection of his mental state. When the mind flayer gets to him his curls and skin are the first thing to go. Appearance wise he looks a mess both inside and out. I think such things continue after the mindflayer. He’s too tired to care about anything and so his appearance slips. He looks thinner and drawn, skin grey and eyes dull. It doesn't bother him like he knows it should but he's just so freaking tired. I think the day you see him spray a little aquanet should be taken as a positive sign, he’s feeling more like himself and ready to start looking after himself again.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Billy is obviously a very damaged man. Damaged but not broken. Neil did a number of him and the mindflayer nearly finished him off, but they never broke his spirit. He doesn't know what it's like to be whole, the empty feeling of his mom leaving and neils lack of love is all he’s ever known. Maybe he’ll never feel whole but it's better to feel empty with someone than alone.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I know Billy doesn't seem musical but he actually knows how to play a few different things. He can do a few tunes and scales on the piano, his mother used to play when Neil was out of the house. She got him a little ukulele when he was young but that got lost during a move. When he was a teen he got a guitar from school to practice over the summer and actually got pretty good. One day he and Neil got into an argument and the guitar was forfeit. He spent the rest of the year trying to pay back the school for lost property and hasn't played since.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Listen, Billy is kind of a bully, or at least he used to be. I can't excuse the things he's done even if I understand why he did them. But things are different now, Neil is gone, Billy is in therapy and he’s actually happy for the first time in a long while. Because of that, when he sees the person he used to be in others he can't stand it. Logically he understands that they're probably in some sort of pain too, a small part of him wants to help if he can. But then again some people are just assholes. Billy cannot stand bullies or people who make themselves feel big by making others feel small. He would have gone through Angela for a shortcut if he’d seen what she did to El. As I mentioned, he doesn't like to lose his temper anymore, he likes to give people a chance to back off , only if they're just being verbally rude, mind you. But if things get physical, he's ready to throw hands especially where you or the kids are concerned.

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

Billy starfishes while he sleeps but contrary to popular belief, he only snores softly not like Steven with his repeatedly broken nose who snores like a moose drowning in a tin bath. He likes to sleep in freezing cold rooms with all the windows open in a mountain of blankets and pillows but honestly, he's a sleepy guy and could fall asleep just about anywhere. He likes naps, particularly outside. In Cali he had a little hammock as a kid in his treehouse and he would doze off in there all the time listening to the ocean. When he sleeps normally he’s dead to the world but since starcourt he's an incredibly light sleeper. He could really benefit from one of those little white noise machines and he always sleeps better with someone else in the room or even just in the house making a little ambient noise from the other room.

#stranger things #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #tw abuse #sfw alphabet #my stuff #headcanons #stranger things eleven #max mayfield #steve harrington #will byers

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daintyduck99 · 1 year

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Cuddle prompts! 14 and 26 for ship of your choice.

14. cuddles after being touch-starved & 26. sitting in their lap & cuddling

Julie does her damndest not to stare.

It's just that Bobby's back, and he always returns worse for wear. Brittle. He's got crescent moons stamped under his eyes, and a hunch to his shoulders that curls him in on himself, another sliver of the moon.

She's never met his parents, but she can't stand them for doing this to him.

Julie keeps her head carefully bowed over her sketchbook, stealing glances through the curtain of her curls. She aches to help, but she doesn't know how. Possibly, her presence is enough. He's content to sit nearby in silence, it seems, like a cat.

You're supposed to wait for cats to come to you, and in a way, she supposes he has. This is her mom's studio, after all. They all hang out here, but it's just the two of them this morning. He could've left, but he came, and he took the coffee she offered with a little grunt that might’ve made her giggle if he wasn't so exhausted.

He stayed. She can wait a little longer.

It would be so much easier if the other guys were here. Reggie and Luke especially. They bring out a certain brightness in Bobby, and he doesn't shy away from them as much as anyone else. They can get away with touching him, sometimes, and it fascinates her in a way it probably shouldn't.

She traces her thumb over the stark eyes that stare up at her from the page. They're intimidating, at a glance, but they don't mean to be, not usually. They're cautious, really. Shrewd. Sort of beautiful with their seemingly endless depths.

"What are you working on?"

Maybe she's the cat, because she nearly startles out of her skin.

"Oh! Um…"

Bobby makes an intrigued sound. He carefully perches on the edge of the sofa.

"Is that me?"

She nods, swallowing the dumb thing she's been calling it in her head.

The Man In The Moon.

She tips the sketchbook in his direction, along with a nervous smile.

"What do you think?"

He leans in, and their shoulders brush.

"You're too generous. I'm not that…pretty."

"You are," she breathes, then bites her lip.

He's barely touching her, and she's losing her mind. You'd think she'd be used to pretty boys hanging all over her, she's friends with several of them, but maybe it's different because it's Bobby. It's special.

Not that…no no no, that's a bad rabbit hole to wander into. Losing her mind!

Boys. They'll be the death of her.

She feels it when Bobby shrugs, burning all along her arm.

"If you say so. I don't look like that now, that's for sure. I know I look like shit."

"None of you can take a compliment, can you?" She pauses. "Except Luke."

Bobby snorts. "You're not wrong. I don't know what you said to him last week, but it made him even more of a damn bouncy ball than Reggie. He wouldn't stop smiling either, like—"

They turn towards one another, pressed lightly together, curled like parenthesis. She almost misses the face he's making, a smug smile that startles a laugh out of her. His smile settles into something more genuine, a little half-smile, and it's nearly too much on top of the memory with Luke.

I think we make each other better.

Yeah. She's losing her mind. She swallows.

"Hey, so…do you want to see the rest of my sketches?"

That little smile leaves a glowing imprint on her heart. It melts into the shape of a moon, bright with his light.

As they sit there, flipping through her sketches, and he leans over every time to see better, gently jostling her, she decides that she's waited long enough.

Maybe that's the last of her sanity fleeing the scene, but he keeps initiating contact, so she's going to do it back.

"You know, you'd have an easier time if you just sat in my lap."

He makes an interesting sputtering sound, somewhere between a scoff and a laugh.

"What? Julie, I'd crush you."

"Reggie sits in my lap all the time! And he gives me really good reviews, five stars. You should listen to him."

Bobby mumbles something that she doesn't catch, and she grips the edges of her sketchbook a little tighter.

"What?"

"No, it was dumb—"

"No! Please tell me, Bobby."

He sighs, raking his bangs out of his face.

"I said that it would probably be easiest if you sat in my lap. I could just look over your shoulder. It'd take less maneuvering."

Maybe she is a lunatic. Maybe this isn't real. Either way, she smiles wide.

"That sounds good to me."

She scoots into his lap with her sketchbook clutched to her chest, and he wraps his arms around her waist, which prompts her to exhale. Unspool.

He's…very comfortable. Calm. The rise and fall of his chest is almost hypnotic against her back. If she simply tipped her head back a little further, letting it rest on him, she could…sleep. She could sleep.

Eventually, his cheek settles in her hair, and she smiles again, a Cheshire cat smile since no one can see.

So yeah. Maybe she is, in fact, the cat, purring in his lap.

Maybe she's mad, but who wouldn't be at least a little mad about the moon?

#cuddle and snuggle prompts #julie x bobby #background luke x bobby x reggie x julie #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

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neodarkdark · 9 months

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I thought I wrote a much more comprehensive post about this than I did but it seems like I was wrong, so! On Svern and physical touch.

Svern can come across as overly familiar, because he tends to do things like pat people on the back, put his arm around them/link with or grab their arm or hand, probably even pat them on the head and any manner of other things. (He tends to invade personal space in general without hesitation.)

Part of it is from whatever overly cheery or energetic behaviour he's emulating at the time, often part of it is to be inconsiderate and possibly make the other person uncomfortable on purpose. All of it is learned behaviour performed for a purpose, VERY rarely is there any genuine friendly or familiar feeling motivating his actions.

Svern himself by nature is not inclined toward initiating physical touch. As a child he really did not care for it and did not start initiating until after he became more compliant with how he "should" act, and then later adopted more learned mannerisms. He also wasn't fond of receiving it (though would still passively receive it because he also wasn't bothered enough by it to do anything else) and usually felt like it was something other people did just because they wanted to. To be fair this is also because he didn't like or felt nothing toward most of the people who he was around anyway.

These days when it comes to receiving physical touch it's much the same. Mostly he doesn't care nor is ever truly uncomfortable (thanks to him being very difficult to be made uncomfortable). Sometimes he goes looking for it from impersonal sources. Something unprompted that's too invasive would earn a grudge, but he could tolerate it in the moment (if he hates it that bad he will probably do something about it then and there anyway unless there's a reason not to).

On the rare occasion he receives physical touch from someone it actually matters from... depends a little on the specifics but he's generally receptive of it, if potentially a little wary/unsure how to respond at first. He wants it one way or another (he's definitely touch starved for contact that like, matters or has any real positive association). He might not want the other person to know though and it's a toss up between how much it affects him, how bad he wants it and how much he trusts the other person whether he admits that genuinely. Probably he either responds via facade or passively accepts it depending on the situation.

He also probably won't initiate/reciprocate with any non-facade based physical contact until he's VERY comfortable with another person and they've likely also already initiated it several times themselves.

#boredom is so terrible like a dread disease (headcanon)

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gemglyph · 2 years

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Hey! I recently found your fic Martyr and I love it. The interactions between the boys are so subtle, but heartfelt. The hair cutting scene between Sky and Wars was incredibly poignant and weirdly.... comforting? I just love it and could read it again and again. I really enjoy that it's written from Sky's perspective so readers are seeing situations through a skewed viewpoint. I think Sky needs a big long hug and a good cathartic cry. I was wondering, is all the Chain fully aware of what Sky did? Or, did the older boys not let the younger ones (i.e. Wind) in on the full situation?

Hello! I have done the equivalent of staring at my phone. Smiling so hard I have to close my phone. Scream crying inside. Showing this ask to everyone I talk to my fic about. Only to realize I genuinely never responded to you and I’m so sorry about that.

I am so happy you enjoy Martyr. Sky definitely needs a good cry. Maybe a group hug. To be told that he’s loved and cared about because his adventure took a horrible toll on his mental and physical health.

It’s great and sends me over the moon that you picked up on it being from Sky’s point of view because everything is most certainly skewed to how Sky sees it. It’s all Sky. His adventure. His thoughts. His actions and responses. It’s basically a very in depth character study. I never specified that and maybe I should in the notes somewhere (‘: .

I’m not sure if this was picked up on, but Sky was found by everyone the same day he defeated Demise. This is directly after his adventure. I know it was brief and disoriented, because Sky was disoriented, but Time and Twilight were the first to see him. The scene doesn’t hit it since Sky didn’t see him, but Warriors next. Hyrule saw firsthand because he had to heal Sky or Sky would probably be dead now. Someone pulled the Master Sword out of Sky. I haven’t entirely decided who yet, but I’m certain that it will have significant impact on how Sky views that person (good or bad is to be determined at a later date. Character development and all of that).

Now to answer your question. It hasn’t been touched on in the fic yet, mainly because no one else’s viewpoint is going to be in Martyr, but Wind got a glimpse of what happened. He doesn’t entirely know all of the details because the older boys definitely made sure that was short lived. Someone pulled Wind away and shielded him before he could get a full view. All the things that Wind knows are picked up on from him overhearing what the others say. He knows that Sky ran himself until he couldn’t keep running because of Sky’s physical appearance. Sky constantly looks exhausted. He’s skittish and jumpy. Subconsciously looks for comfort in the people around him, but too hesitant and paranoid to outright ask. Uncomfortably thin. Before the boys found him, Sky was starving. Running on stamina fruits and potions because if he dared slow down he was entirely convinced he would be late. He didn’t stop to think about how it would effect him because he was busy trying to save Zelda.

Aside from Wind, everyone else knows everything. Most of them saw it, the older ones talk about Sky behind his back, and Wild is the only one who has entirely- without room for doubt- made it clear Sky can talk to them about what happened. All of this definitely makes Wind feel left out again and treated differently because of his age. Wind is intelligent. He can put together the pieces enough from what he’s heard and seen to know that Sky’s very, very much not okay. Wind knows these things. He’s seen and heard them. It actually makes it a little difficult for him to talk to Sky. He’s worried about saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and making things worse. At the same time, in his own Wind way, he’s trying to reach out. Telling stories. Clarifying things when Sky doesn’t understand and no one else jumps to bat (like the Time and Malon arrow to the knee joke). Wind’s reaching out, he tries, all of them do, but each one is handling it differently because they’re different people. Sky will eventually see that and understand that they’re trying.

I know that was very long winded, but I hope it answered your questions!! Thank you so much!!! ✨✨✨✨✨

#gemglyph #lofty’s ask box #lu Martyr

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kurolumiis · 1 year

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𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

featuring — scaramouche, luma (oc)

summary — luma posts a photo dump of them and their lover on instagram, only for it to be filled with girls in love with their boyfriend. they were, obviously, distraught by this. what happens when their stubborn boyfriend finds out his stubborn partner is having insecurities about their relationship?

warnings — scaramouche x oc, angst, modern!au, comfort, mentions of scaramouche and luma’s backstories

that post. that godforsaken post. they even captioned it “mine”. yet, the comments were filled with girls thirsting over luma’s boyfriend.

stubborn as ever, they weren’t going to let anyone notice their insecurities or abandonment issues — especially their equally stubborn boyfriend.

it wasn’t like they were the most intimate couple in public. but behind closed doors, they were both touch-starved and took baby steps to accept each other’s love.

yet, the photos still displayed he was still clearly in love with them. so, what was wrong with these girls?

“he’s so fine? yeah, he’s so mine,” they scoffed, tossing their phone on the counter. they rolled their eyes, moving off the counter.

they’ve been dwelling on this for three days. at some point, he would pick up on their dismissiveness.

honestly, part of them wished he’d noticed so that they could explain to him their concerns and get his genuine opinion on it. if he left them over it, they would know. if he stayed with them, they would know.

although, they’d be damned if they just brought up the situation to him out of nowhere.

grabbing their phone, they shoved it in their short pocket and began heading to their room. however, they were stopped by scaramouche, blocking them from entering the room.

“what?” they stared at him, confused. “you’ve been avoiding me for three days, why?” “oh.” luma’s eyes drifted away from him. “hey.” he gripped their chin softly to look at him. “look at me and tell me why.”

letting out a sigh, luma figured they should probably explain, knowing they wouldn’t get out of this even if they tried. they pulled out their phone, clicking on their photo dump of their relationship.

they practically shoved the phone in his face out of irritation. he scrolled through the comments with a disgusted look on his face. luma analyzed his features nervously, but also admiring how pretty he is.

he looked at them with a confused expression. “you’re concerned over this? that’s stupid,” he scoffed, looking back at the screen. “it’s just…there’s so many of them—” “that i don’t care about. now stop worrying about this.”

scaramouche shoved their phone back in their hands. “that didn’t help at all,” they mumbled, shoving past him. he turned around to follow after them, starting to get worried.

“hey, i’m serious,” he began, pulling them back by their arm. luma turned around to look at him. their eyes were glossy, almost as if they were about to cry.

no, no, no. this was the worst. the last thing scaramouche ever wanted to do was make luma cry. he knows they’ve been through so much in life — much like he did. they both knew neither deserved what they went through.

“you don’t have anything to worry about. i won’t ever leave you. just don’t cry, please don’t cry,” he whispered, pulling him into his embrace.

they both held each other right — afraid to let go.

the worry in his voice didn’t slip past luma. it reassured them, causing them to blink back tears. “thank you, scara,” they murmured against his chest.

pulling them back to make eye contact with him, he smiled softly, admiring how stunning his lover was.

“it’s us against the world, my love," he said, kissing them.

diorlumx productions, 2023

#—galactic.works #—scaraluma #scaramouche #scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche x oc #scaramouche fluff #genshin oc #oc genshin #genshin impact

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lani-heart · 14 days

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|| series masterlist || CHAPTER ONE -> PREVIEW ||

parings -> riki nishimura x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hyrbid au warnings -> n/a word count -> 1.1k

abstract -> he's perfect how he is... but can maybe change for her.

y/n’s perspective

“Please… I don’t want to go alone” I begged but he didn’t respond. It was running late and the driver would be here soon… so I might have to go alone today.

I gave up trying to convince him and did the final touches. Grabbing a jacket, fixing my makeup, and grabbing everything I needed.

When I left my room, I couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh,” I said genuinely forgetting as he laughed at me.

“Do you–” “Yes, I have my tail ring on. I’m ready, now let's go before your dad starts calling”

Riki Nishimura was a stray hybrid I met when I was a kid. We were on a vacation trip to Japan when I saw him. I offered him some food I had on me and he took it from me to eat it like he was starved.

My parents were already wanting to get me a hybrid so I begged them to keep him. In which they reluctantly agreed. However, when we found out he wasn’t a normal black cat hybrid they agreed.

He was a panther hybrid, and so has been with me for years. We grew up together… However, my parents never liked how rowdy he was. Even now they tell me to get another hybrid, one that could join me in dinners, and parties, and one who is overall more well-behaved.

I wasn’t gonna let them replace him. He was my best friend, my number one confidant. Besides… who needs a fancy and well-behaved hybrid? Niki was way more fun!

niki’s perspective

Without her, I probably would still be on the street mistaken for an overgrown cat hybrid. It doesn’t mean I liked being gawked at and set a price on what they’d trade her for me. Of course, she’d never let them... I’ve seen how annoyed and angry she gets and it made me happy she cared so much.

I cared for her too… She was clumsy and an idiot so she needed someone to take care of her. So I'm here… at a stupid party filled with spoiled rich kids.

Not to say she isn't spoiled… she is. However, I never questioned that she loved me. She always makes that clear with everything she does for me.

“Oh! You’re y/n right?” I heard and I saw a girl behind us with what smelled like a bird hybrid. “Mmhm… have we met before?” she asked why I didn’t think so… I would’ve recognized her and her hybrid. “My name–” I didn’t care what she had to say… I just didn’t like how her hybrid kept on staring at me with those eyes of his. What was his problem?

I was cut off from my thoughts when suddenly the topic of discussion became me…

“Oh, Niki is really sweet but he’s solitary–” “You should invest in a social hybrid you know?” she cut her off to say. Rude… why would she need another hybrid when she has me?

“I like the way he is, he’s been with me since we were kids so there's no way I could ever replace him like that,” she said and I felt proud.

“Oh please don’t do that. You’ll make him uncomfortable.” y/n said as I went behind her.

“Oh… I know of them. I think he is just fine the way he is” y/n said and she bowed. “If you’ll excuse us,” she said and we walked away from the pair. “She was a bitch” y/n muttered and I laughed. “Calm down, you have an act to uphold,” I said and she sighed. “y/n?” I said and she looked at me with her eyes filled with determination to answer to give me anything I asked for. “Why didn’t you tell me your uni is having hybrid classes?” I asked and she sighed.

“They're mainly about etiquette. She said how to take care of your owner… how to behave in a social setting, etc” and I nodded.

“Yah! Don’t do that!” she scolded and I smiled softly.

“Please? You said you would give me anything I asked for. I want to be a better hybrid for you”

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heartlessfujoshi · 2 months

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the horndog and the prince(ss) - a rufusreno multichapter fic

Title: The Horndog and the Prince(ss) Chapter: 6 of 10 Fandom: FFVII Compilation Pairing: RufusReno (Rufus Shinra x Reno) Rating: Explicit (Explicit Sexual Content - Timeline what Timeline - Oral Sex ) Word Count: ~2,835

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5

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The walk back to his apartment felt like the longest walk in the world. Rufus knew that wasn’t true, as it really was a very quick walk to the elevators, and then up to his penthouse suite at the top of the tower. But when there’s an undying thirst burning in his veins, and the ache to be inside his apartment with the person that was standing right next to him in the elevator, it felt like a lifetime. The seconds weren’t going fast enough as the elevator lifted up to his floor, his hands fidgeting with the belt on his coat as he willed the elevator to move faster.

“Relax, yo.” Reno commented, keeping his distance from him. “Ya know I ain’t goin’ anywhere tonight.”

Their eyes met through the reflection on the elevator doors, and he could see a smirk on Reno’s lips. The redhead could feel how bad he was dying for him. Rufus could manage his tells pretty well, but right now, all he wanted to do was be consumed by this man. This person who was the most unlikely person he should be with, yet here he was, starved to the touch of needing to be with Reno.

“I’m fine.” Rufus flipped his hair off of his forehead as the elevator finally came to a stop.

“No, ya ain’t.”

“Shut up.” He didn’t have to tolerate this teasing. Although it was making his stomach roll, and his hands were now clammy as they inched closer and closer to his front door. He pulled out his key and opened the electronic lock, then pushed it open, not bothering to say a word to Reno as he heard the door slam shut, with no doubt the redhead now inside with him.

A hand wound its way around his neck, Rufus gasping at the sudden pressure he hadn’t been expecting. “Listen up, Princess, cuz I ain’t gonna repeat myself. I know yer horny. I know ye wanna fuck. But we’re gonna act like civilized people fer a bit, okay?”

“Is that why you’re choking me?” He asked, his voice strained as the hand against his throat was unrelenting with its hold.

Reno let go of his neck, Rufus dropping back down to his feet, unaware that he’d been holding himself up. “Nah, yo. I knew you’d probably like that.”

He rolled his shoulders back, then turned to look at the Turk. “You’re not wrong.” Now it was his turn to wear the smirk, then went into his kitchen to pour himself a drink. “Whisky?”

“Yes, please.” Reno dropped down onto the chair at his counter, and leaned back. “No ice.”

“No ice.” Rufus remembered from Reno’s previous stay at his suite that he didn’t take ice in his drinks, but it was a nice reminder nonetheless. “Would you care for some Wutaiian food for dinner?”

The redhead nodded. He saw him pull his phone out of his pocket. “My treat.”

“Is it, though?” With a smirk on his face, he set the drink he’d poured for Reno in front of him. “Technically I pay you, so really, it’s my treat.”

An aggravated sigh left Reno’s mouth. “Would ya shut up? I’m tryin’ ta do somethin’ nice fer ya, and yer telling me that yer the one payin’. Now, what do ya want? Beef with broccoli is yer fave, isn’t it?”

“How did you know that?” Rufus was genuinely surprised to hear Reno say that.

“Boss, we’ve ordered food enough times together that I know yer order.” Reno shook his head, and then held the phone to his ear. “Hey, yo. I wanna order some food fer delivery.”

Rufus tuned him out as he ordered their dinner, taking a moment to take off his jacket and undo the first few buttons on his shirt after loosening his black tie. He hung up the jacket on the back of the other chair next to where Reno was sitting, and then saw him beckon him over. Rufus approached, and saw him turn the chair outwards, giving him the opportunity to stand comfortably between his thighs.

What he hadn’t expected was for Reno to continue talking on the phone while he undid his pants and pulled his cock out for Rufus to look at. He bit his lip, drool beginning to slip from the corner of his mouth as he stared at the glistening tip. Licking his lips, he saw Reno look at him, then held his cock out against the palm of his hand.

Slowly sinking down to his knees, Rufus brought his head to Reno’s lap and inhaled deeply. The strong smell of musk hit his nostrils, making his mouth water more. He had never done this to Reno. He wasn’t sure why, because he did like the act itself. Reno had always shrugged it off, and then would suck on his cock instead, making Rufus forget about what he’d wanted to do in the first place. But now, here was the redhead, offering himself up without so much as a complaint as Rufus became hypnotized by the precum dripping from the slit.

He brought his mouth to Reno’s cock, and gave the tip a tentative lick. He heard Reno inhale sharply, but then played it off as he continued speaking into the phone. Rufus had no idea why the order was taking as long as it was, but if it kept the redhead occupied, then it was fine. He didn’t care. He just didn’t want Reno to have second thoughts and would deny him this tasty treat. The first taste of his essence stayed on the back of his tongue, his mouth ruminating the flavor that was there. It was a bit bitter, but also a tad bit sweet, and as he swallowed it down he released a deep groan.

Wrapping his lips around the tip, Rufus began to suck on it gently, getting a taste of Reno’s heated skin as he let his tongue press up against the firm flesh. He felt Reno’s hand on his hair, and released another groan as he pushed his lips down his thick shaft, his nose getting closer to where that rich musk was. His nose hit Reno’s pubic bone, the red kinky curls pushing against his nostrils, tickling him in a way that made his own cock throb inside of his pants.

As he slowly pulled his mouth back up towards the tip, he looked up and saw that Reno was watching him. The redhead inhaled again, but passed it off as he finished up his phone call. As soon as that call ended, though, all bets were off and Rufus couldn’t wait to see what Reno was going to do.

Reno slipped off the chair and brought both of his hands to his head, and rolled his hips slow. “Ya like suckin’ my cock, beautiful?” A muted bawdy moan left Rufus’ mouth as he nodded his head, his eyes rolling back as he let Reno take full control of him. Reno’s cock slid back and forth against his tongue, his hips moving at a slow pace. “Yer mouth is so fuckin’ nice, Ruf’. I don’t deserve it.”

That was bullshit. Reno deserved it, and he was happily giving it to him. He would keep his mouth latched to his cock forever if he could. Rufus moaned low, closing his eyes as he pushed more of Reno’s cock into his mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of his throat, making him gag for a quick second, but the moment passed, and he heard Reno release the most erotic moan.

“Fuck, Ruf’.” Reno’s hips began to snap back and forth, back and forth. Rufus bobbed his head, keeping up with the fast pace that Reno was now setting. He palmed his own erection, needing to stifle the burning desire he was feeling as he serviced his Turk this way. “Ye want a yummy treat, baby?” Reno asked, his own moans growing louder. “Cuz yer about ta get one.”

He moaned low, preparing himself for what was about to happen. Rufus began to suck harder on Reno’s cock, knowing that the redhead was about to explode. As he bobbed his head, he felt Reno’s hips stutter, and felt his cock go completely stiff against the back of his tongue. A loud moan left Reno’s mouth as warm cum began to shoot down Rufus’ throat. He began to swallow on reflex alone, unable to savor the way the thick jizz coated his throat. All he could do was keep swallowing, as Reno emptied his balls into his mouth. He moaned, his own pants becoming wet as he came, unable to stop himself as the pleasure was too great.

Rufus licked and sucked more on his cock as Reno pulled his limp flesh from between his lips. “I’m not finished.” Rufus murmured, kissing and nuzzling the semi-hard flesh. “I want more.”

“And I wanna fuck ya.” Reno held onto his chin, forcing him to look up at him. “I know ye came. And I know ye can do it again.”

“I can.” He nodded his head, his head still swimming after that act. “Right now? What about our food?”

“We’ve got ten minutes before it gets here, yo.”

“That’s not enough time.” Rufus tried not to sound upset, but ten minutes? No way that would be enough.

Reno grinned. “It’ll be a quickie, but I promise ye that it won’t be the only time.”

“It had better not be.”

Rufus got up from his knees, and walked towards his bedroom, stripping out of his clothes as he did. Rufus could hear Reno doing the same, clothes dropping to the floor like they were leaving a trail. He got onto his knees, and pushed his ass back, wanting Reno to stay standing on the side of the bed. The redhead got the suggestion, and brought the tip of his cock to Rufus’ already spread hole.

“R-Reno…” He moaned low, as he felt the naked flesh teasing his anus. He pushed his hips back, his mind spinning again as the neediness to be filled returned.

“I’m clean.” Reno murmured into his ear, as he put his hand on the back of Rufus’ neck. “Ya want it bareback today, Princess?”

A deep moan left his mouth as he nodded his head. “Do it.” He begged, his voice thick with lust as it burned bright in his veins. “Give me your cock, Reno.”

“It would be my pleasure, yo.”

He heard the bottle of lube being open, and then felt some drip onto his rim. Reno put the tip of his cock back up against his hole, and Rufus dropped his face down to the mattress as he was penetrated for the first time without any barriers. He moaned softly, his brain all but shutting down as the pleasure began to overwhelm him.

“That’s it, Princess…” Reno’s voice drifted into his ears as he felt his cock slide against his inner walls. “It feels good like this, don’t it?”

“Gods, yes.” He moaned lower, his chest resting against the bed as his hips pushed backwards. He felt more of Reno’s cock slip into him with the small action, and exhaled another deep moan. “Fuck….”

Rufus reached for his cock, balancing himself on his left arm as he felt Reno push forward again. His hand gripped his cock, stroking himself in time to the thrusts of Reno’s. He moaned into the bed, his hand moving faster as he approached another orgasm. He knew that time wasn’t on their side right now, but it wasn’t about to stop him from coming. Pushing his hips back hard, he felt Reno slip deep inside of him, making his eyes roll back in his head as it was the right amount of pressure to make him explode. He moaned through his orgasm, jerking himself off as he felt Reno’s hips snap back and forth.

Reno pulled his cock out at just the last second, warm heat hitting the small of his back as he heard Reno jerk himself off to completion. Rufus moaned low, his hand no longer on his cock as he fell onto the bed, thoroughly spent after such a quick session.

“Didn’t wanna make ye dirty yet.” Reno kissed the back of his neck before going into his bathroom to grab a towel.

Breathing through his nose, Rufus gave a weak nod of his head. “Thanks.” He knew that there was plenty of time to make a complete mess of himself. For now, this was enough.

The doorbell rang, and Reno went and answered it with his full uniform back on, while Rufus had chosen to stay naked, wearing only his bathrobe. Once the food was set out on the table, he instructed Reno to take his clothes back off, which the redhead happily did before sitting across from him.

“This looks good.” Rufus commented, looking at the spread that Reno had ordered. “Thank you.”

“Yer welcome, yo.” Reno stabbed a pair of chopsticks at some spring rolls and began to eat one. “I don’t know about ye, but I’m fuckin’ starvin’.”

Rufus picked up a piece of broccoli and munched on it. “I do believe I’m ravenous.” He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until the food was set in front of him.

They devoured it without talking too much. Once they were finished, they went and sat together over on Rufus’ couch, with Rufus sitting on Reno’s lap facing him. He let the robe fall open so that his cock could be pushed up against Reno’s, who had his hands resting comfortably on Rufus’ ass.

“Can we have more now?” Rufus asked, as he pushed his hips forward in a teasing manner. “Or is it too soon?”

A low chuckle left Reno’s mouth as he gave Rufus’ ass a good, hard squeeze. “It’s never too soon, Princess.” His fingers dipped down to his crack, and began to rub along the rim. Rufus moaned, lifting himself up on Reno’s thighs as those questing fingers teased and tormented him. “Ya sure are horny for sex, ain’t ya?”

“W-With you, yes.” Rufus admitted, knowing it was probably stupid to say but he was feeling generous right now as the tip of Reno’s cock nudged against his hole.

“That’s what I like ta hear.”

Rufus moaned low as Reno slipped back inside of him, stretching him in a way that always felt so incredibly good. He dropped his arms to rest on his shoulders, and began to set the pace for them. He knew he was in full control right now, and it was good. Oh, by the Gods, was it ever fucking good. He could feel Reno’s cock throb against his inner walls, making him gasp as he hadn’t been expecting to feel him flex like that.

“Ride me, Ruf’.” Reno murmured into his ear. “I wanna see ya come again cuz of me.”

He began to bounce himself on Reno’s lap, chasing after that next orgasm that seemed to be within reach. Rufus howled as Reno’s hand touched his cock, stroking him off as he continued to find that right angle that Reno’s cock could penetrate him deeper. Rufus tossed his head back as another orgasm hit him hard and fast, his entire body feeling like it was on fire as he was pulled into oblivion by the redhead. Reno bit down hard on his neck as he bounced him faster on his lap, and then, Rufus felt the redhead come deep inside of him, that rush of liquid heat making him release a deep, satisfied moan.

Dropping his head against Reno’s shoulder, Rufus panted hard. “That was something else.” He could barely get the words out, but he heard Reno laugh in response, which made him smile. “I can’t move.”

“I don’t wantcha ta.” Reno’s arms surrounded him, the robe still resting against his back as it swung wide open, sheltering both of their bodies. “Yer perfect where ya are, yo.”

“I’m glad you’re here.” He brought his mouth to Reno’s, and began to kiss with him slow, eager kisses. The fire flamed, but then returned to an ember as their kisses grew more lethargic. “I missed you.”

“I know.” Reno kissed him again, then brought him up higher on his lap, his cock having slipped out of him at some point during their kisses. “I’m glad I’m here too.”

It was enough for the moment. Rufus secretly hoped that his contact that was traveling to Costa del Sol would be delayed for at least two more days. Having only one night with Reno wasn’t going to be enough. Rufus kept his head against Reno’s shoulder, and decided he’d worry about that later. Right now, he only wanted to exist and think about nothing except for when they were going to have another go at it. He exhaled a content sigh, and snuggled closer to the redhead, content for the moment.

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Cross-posted to AO3

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