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episode six: the monster

Steve’s looking at you now and you can see all the cuts and bruises on his face. You want to wipe all the blood away, to stitch him up and place him somewhere safe so that nothing else can hurt him. You want to do all of this and more as he stares at you and silently begs you to stay, but you can’t. You shake your head at him and once again his mask slips; he’s just a scared teenage boy. You want to reach out, to grab his hand and remind him that he’s good, but you don’t.

summary: so nancy and jonathan are a Thing now and you really just need a good nap, the three of you go shopping for monster hunting supplies (which honestly isn't the weirdest thing you've done this week), an old man sells you a sentimental knife, and steve kind of accidentally kidnaps you with a sexy black eye.

rating: general, slight violence and a lot of cursing though

warnings: blood, fem!reader, use of y/n, use of the word "queer" in a negative way, steve being an asshole

words: 8.1k

before you swing in: hey guys ! sorry for the delay in updates. finals season took me OUT and then life kinda happened and suddenly i was hiding out from my roommate turned middle school bully ??? idek. anyways, here's chapter 6 which features the iconic alley scene and some very sentimental stevexreaderxjonathan scenes (theyre a mess). enjoy !

“Geesh, you’re not a sleeping beauty.”

Dustin’s face greets you when you open your eyes. He’s hovering over you as the morning light streams through your curtains with a determined glint in his eyes.

“What–?” Your brain hasn’t caught up with what’s going on quite yet, still half asleep.

“Wake up! I’m going to Mike’s so we can all talk about yesterday and I promised to keep you updated, so… Here’s me updating you.”

Hearing Mike’s name is what causes you to fully wake up. Mike. The Wheeler’s. Nancy. Steve seeing Jonathan with her on her bed. You quickly sit up and knock your head against Dustin’s, causing the boy to yelp.

“Ow! What is wrong with you?”

“Sorry,” you say, rubbing your head as your brother glares at you. “Wasn’t intentional, honest. Can you wait like twenty minutes so I can get ready? I wanna come with, I think Jonathan spent the night there and I need to talk to him.”

Your brother frowns. “Why would Jonathan spend the night at Mike’s?”

“I’d really rather not talk about it.” You say, hoping it’ll be enough of an explanation for him.

Dustin studies you for a moment and you really hope that last night’s events aren’t written all over your face. Somehow, everyone seems to know what you’re thinking and feeling before you even do.

“Fine,” he concedes, but as he leaves your room he calls over his shoulder, “I’m taking the last of mom’s pancakes though!”

You flop back onto your bed, throw a pillow over your face, and groan. Looks like you’re stuck with a banana for breakfast again.

When you eventually manage to make your way into the bathroom and shower, your bones ache from pure exhaustion. As the warm water runs over your body, you’re not quite sure if the ache is more emotional or physical. Probably a mix of both.

You can’t remember how you made it home last night, but slowly it comes back to you in flashes.

Steve and his wonderful boyishness that has become a breath of fresh air to you. The way he greeted you so excitedly, how he had been worried about Nancy.

Nancy, who you had left alone with Jonathan because of your own pathetic feelings. The girl Steve Harrington is obviously in love with. The same girl Jonathan, your Jonathan, is beginning to fall in love with.

Then you remember the hurt in Steve’s eyes when he saw Nancy and Jonathan together on her bed. The water suddenly burns and you gasp out in pain and adjust the temperature.

You know that Jonathan would never do something like that, try to get with someone in a relationship, but lately it’s felt like you don’t really know him like you used to.

Distantly you remember what Steve had said to you, how he’d seemed so hurt on your behalf, that Jonathan had “everything he could possibly want” when it came to you. Steve claimed you deserved better. You vividly remember that part, the way he said it with such certainty and sincerity that it had made your heart stutter for a brief moment.

Dustin’s pounding on the bathroom door breaks you from your thoughts. “Dude, hurry up!”

You yell at him that you’ll be out in a second and nearly slip and die as you hurry to get out of the shower. For someone who swore last night not to let stupid boy drama not get in the way of finding Will, you’re really bad at doing it.

As soon as you’re dressed and ready, you and Dustin bike to the Wheeler’s.

Mrs. Wheeler, as usual, answers the door and lets the two of you in. Dustin heads towards the basement door, but before he goes down you tap on his hat to stop him.

“Remember what we talked about last night, okay? Friendship, it’s always worth it.” You tell him, and he gives you a nervous smile. He thanks you, takes a deep breath, and then heads downstairs.

Once Dustin leaves you make your way upstairs towards Nancy’s room. You haven’t been there in years, so you secretly hope you’re remembering the Wheeler’s layout correctly. With every step you take closer to the girl’s room, your heart pounds within your chest. You feel the same wave of nausea that you felt last night.

When you reach her door, you take a deep breath, just like Dustin had earlier, and will yourself to knock. You’re not sure what you’ll find on the other side of the door, or if you even want to know, but you remind yourself that you’re doing this for Will.

It’s all for Will.

You hear rustling in Nancy’s room after you knock, followed by a quiet “hide!” and a loud thud that you presume to be Jonathan. In another life you’d laugh at the situation, but hearing their frantic hiding only makes your nausea worse.

“It’s just me,” you say through the door, somehow managing to find your voice. It’s weak and frail, but they seem to hear you regardless.

“Y/N!” Nancy sighs in relief when she opens the door. “God, I thought you were my mom.”

“Bug?” You hear Jonathan’s inquisitive voice, and when you poke your head into the room you see half of his body wedged underneath Nancy’s bed. He gives you a sheepish wave and you find yourself suppressing a laugh.

You let yourself into the room. “Great hiding place, bee. Mr. Wheeler would definitely never find you there.”

Nancy’s eyes suddenly widen. “Oh, we didn’t– it’s not like that, I promise. Jonathan was gonna sleep on the ground, but I was scared and I guess we just… Yeah.”

You notice the way she desperately avoids your eyes, almost as if out of guilt. Jonathan is no better, his head ducked in shame as he also can’t quite reach your eyes. When he finally manages to, his smile is a hesitant one. “Her bed wasn’t the same as the bean bag, bug.”

His words are meant to be a sort of peace offering between the two of you, you know this by the way Jonathan’s voice is soft and unsure. He knows he’s crossed an unspoken line between the two of you, and you’re too tired to argue.

“Yeah, I’m sure it wasn’t.” You offer him your hand, which he gladly accepts, and you help him up from underneath Nancy’s bed.

Nancy watches the two of you and the way you immediately fall back into your comfortable familiarity together. Jonathan stands slightly in front of you as he always does, he hasn’t let go of your hand just yet. You stroke your thumb across his fingers that are interlocked with yours.

She clears her throat, sits down on her bed, and motions for you to join. “So, I guess you’re here for a reason.”

You gently remove Jonathan’s hand from yours and sit next to Nancy while he’s left to awkwardly stand before the two of you. “Well, yeah. You guys kinda disappeared on me last night.”

Nancy and Jonathan exchange an uneasy look, which only leaves you feeling uneasy as well. Jonathan walks over to her side so that now he’s standing behind her as she sits on the bed. “I’m sorry, bug. It’s just… well, last night was fucking terrifying.”

“What happened?” You ask, now discarding your confusing feelings. Out of habit you find yourself scanning over their bodies for any injuries, just in case the two of them need any care.

“The monster… we found him.” Nancy whispers. She tries to explain more, but the memories seem to come crashing back and she shudders. Without thinking, you grab her hand and try to steady her nerves; she smiles.

Jonathan sees Nancy’s fear and steps in to explain. “After you left yesterday, we searched the woods like we planned. We walked around for hours and found nothing, but then we found a dying deer and before we could kill it…”

“Something dragged it into the woods.” Nancy finishes.

You hold your breath, now very relieved you hadn't joined them last night.

Jonathan continues. They’d been separated as they looked for the deer and suddenly he could hear Nancy screaming for help, but no matter where he ran he couldn’t seem to find her.

“I followed the sound of her voice, it was like she was right there, but she wasn’t.”

Nancy sits stoically next to you, her eyes have glazed over. You feel horrible for her, and you vaguely remember something that Dustin had told you about the Vale of Shadows

The Vale of Shadows is a dimension that is a dark reflection or echo of our world. It is a place of decay and death. A plane out of phase. A place of monsters. It is right next to you, and you don’t even see it.

Slowly you piece it together. “Nancy, could you hear Jonathan, too?”

She nods. “I was in the woods, but I wasn’t… I don’t know, it was– it was different there. Cold, I remember it was cold.”

“And it was just like home?”

“What…” Nancy looks even more scared now. “How did you know that?”

You glance at Jonathan, worried that what you’re about to say will cause a reaction. “Will said the same thing when El was able to communicate with him.”

“Wait a minute,” Jonathan interrupts. “Nancy was in the… the Upside, or whatever Mike and them call it?”

“The Upside Down,” you confirm.

Nancy shudders once more. “I think that the monster lives there, feeding on that deer. So if Will and Barbara are there…”

She doesn’t need to finish the sentence for you to understand what she’s getting at. Anything that feeds on something as big as a deer is fucking terrifying. If Will and Barb are really stuck in that dimension with the monster, then all your cautioning towards Dustin about getting his hopes up makes you feel ill.

Will and Barb are basically trapped in that monster’s hunting ground.

“My mom said she talked to Will.” Jonathan reminds the two of you. “And Y/N, the boys claim that El can still find him wherever he is. If he’s alive, there’s a chance that Barbara is, too.”

“He’s right, Nancy.”

Nancy shakes her head. “But that means she’s trapped in that place.”

“Look, this may not sound reassuring, but we have El and the boys. They’re smarter than the three of us combined.” Nancy and Jonathan look at you like you’re insane. “I know they’re young, but they’ve uncovered more than we have within the same amount of time. They’re the reason why we know about the Upside Down, and as we speak I’m more than certain that they’re out there right now trying to find a gate to the Upside Down.”

You take a deep breath. “Now, do I think they’ll find it? Absolutely. But do I fear they’ll find something even worse along the way? Also absolutely. But right now we need to focus on finding the damn thing so we can kill it and protect the kids in the meantime. If we do this right, we can eliminate any possible threat so that when the boys inevitably find another way into the Upside Down, we can just walk in and save Will and Barb.”

While Jonathan still looks at you like you’re crazy, Nancy clenches her jaw and nods at you. “We have to find it again.”

Despite how obviously terrified she still is, Nancy’s bravery impresses you. In a way, you suppose that Mike gets his unyielding loyalty from her, which if someone had told you that last week, you would’ve laughed in their face.

But now?

You’re relieved to have someone like Nancy Wheeler in your life, even if her presence has created some issues that you never would’ve thought possible. For better or for worse, she’s fiercely loyal and determined, just like you.

Jonathan studies Nancy, clearly still worried about what she went through last night. “You wanna go back out there?”

The thought of her going back into the Upside Down makes you nervous. “Do we necessarily have to send Nancy back there? Can’t we just like, I don’t know, summon the thing? It clearly likes hunting for food in this dimension.”

“‘Hunting for food…’” Nancy mumbles to herself. She knits her brows together, seemingly drawing some conclusions. “When I saw it, it was feeding on that deer.”

“Poor deer,” you whisper, and Jonathan shakes his head at you to shut up.

“Meaning it’s… it’s a predator, right?”

“Right.” Jonathan says while you go “Unfortunately.”

Nancy is on a roll now, her usually confident demeanor now back. “And it seems to hunt at night, like a–like a lion or a coyote.” She grabs a textbook that had been discarded on her bed and flips to a page showing other dangerous predators.

“But don’t most predators hunt in packs?” You ask, which has been something on your mind recently. Sure, you know there’s a monster, but how can you be sure there’s only one?

Nancy bites her lip. “Yeah, but for some reason this thing is always alone… like a bear.”

“Honestly, I’d take a bear over whatever the hell we’re dealing with here.” Jonathan once again shakes his head at you, but you wave him off. “Let me lighten the mood, damn.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” Nancy smiles at you, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes before she continues explaining. “Jonathan, remember at Steve’s, when Barb cut herself?”

For a brief moment you see guilt flash across his face at the mention of that night at Steve’s, the photos he took, and he meets your eyes. “Yeah, I remember.”

“And then, last night, the deer…”

Now you’re beginning to understand. “There was blood, wasn’t there?”

“There was,” Nancy now flips to a page about sharks, which you can’t help but frown at. Maybe you really weren’t following along. She begins to ramble about how sharks can detect the smell of blood from a quarter mile away.

“I thought I escaped all this science stuff when I tagged along with you guys instead of the boys,” you mumble, trying your best to follow along.

“The thing can detect blood, bug.” Jonathan clarifies.

“But it’s just a theory,” Nancy corrects, now turning around so that she can face him.

They stare at one another, almost as if they’ve now synched together and created a world outside of yours, and once again you feel like there’s no room for you here anymore.

“We could test it.” Jonathan says, still staring deeply into her eyes. “But if it works…”

“At least we’ll know it’s coming.”

You notice how Nancy leans in close to Jonathan, more than she once did before, as if he’s her only source of support after what happened last night. In a way, you suppose that now he is. He was the only one there last night when the monster almost got her; they went through something horrible together.

Something that creates a bond like no other.

Suddenly Nancy’s door rattles, causing you to jump in her bed while she grabs for Jonathan’s hand. You don’t hear the exchange between her and her mom, too busy reeling over the fact that Jonathan’s fingers are interlocked with hers.

Jonathan, the boy so against physical touch that the only person he lets hold his hand is you, which took almost a year of friendship to even make him comfortable with. Now here he is, holding Nancy’s hand after only a few days.

Your heart hurts.

You know it’s pathetic to be so upset over a natural reaction. Nancy has been through something traumatic and Jonathan had been the one there for her, so naturally she reached out for him. While you know it doesn’t mean anything, it still fucking hurts. You’ve always been secretly elated by the fact that you were the only one who received Jonathan’s affection, his forehead kisses and hair ruffles and his hugs.

Holding his hand has become second nature to you, long familiar now with the way his fingers feel between yours.

And now they’re between Nancy’s.

“Y/N? You still with us?”

Nancy waves a hand in front of your face, and suddenly you’re aware of how long you’ve been staring at the two of them. “Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m here… still here.”

“You alright, bug?” Jonathan asks, now a bit worried about you.

“Peachy!” You try desperately to make your voice light, but the nausea that hasn’t left you since last night once again threatens to make you sick. “Enough about me, though. What I’m hearing is that we need to buy some monster hunting supplies. I mean, unless we plan on beating it with my humor.”

You wink at them, and while Nancy seems reassured by your bravado, Jonathan knows better. He raises his eyebrows at you and tilts his head and you know he’s asking what’s really going on? and all you can do is shake your head in a please don’t ask any more questions or I will sob right here right now way that only he can understand.

Nancy doesn’t notice this exchange and instead gets up from her bed. “Well, if we’re going shopping for supplies then I should get ready. Y/N, I’m sure my mom will give you some pancakes if you ask.”

Right on cue, your stomach rumbles. “Thank God she loves me. I’ll smuggle some up for you, bee.”

He thanks you before you and Nancy exit the room. She heads for the bathroom while you make your way downstairs.

��Y/N? I didn’t know you’d gone upstairs!” Mrs. Wheeler greets you and immediately you’re handed a steaming plate of homemade blueberry pancakes.

Mr. Wheeler huffs. “Do we have to feed the entire neighborhood?”

“Good morning to you too, Ted.”

The man glares at you as you thank Mrs. Wheeler for the food. You make up a quick lie about working on an assignment with Nancy and that you’d prefer to eat in her room so you can finish up an equation you’d been in the middle of.

“So, may I bring it upstairs?”

“Well…” Mrs. Wheeler purses her lips, not too keen on the idea.

You give her your best and most parent pleasing smile. “I promise I’ll be careful, not a drop of blueberry will get anywhere. Scout’s honor!”

“Oh, alright. But please tell Nancy that this will only be a one time thing”

“Of course, Mrs. Wheeler.”

You leave her alone with a grumbling Mr. Wheeler and a fussy Holly.

–

Nancy is still in the bathroom when you return and Jonathan is awkwardly sitting on her bed, looking around the room as if he’s in some foreign land.

“Ya know, I’ve never been in a girl’s room before.”

“Gee, thanks.” You scoff at him, setting the plate of pancakes down on Nancy’s desk before digging in. You’re starving.

“That’s not what I meant, bug.” He flashes an apologetic smile. “Your room is just… Well, it’s not very girly, is it?”

If you hadn’t promised Mrs. Wheeler you’d be careful with the food upstairs, you would’ve thrown a piece of pancake at Jonathan’s face. “Dude, shut up.”

“Shit, sorry.” He makes his way over to the desk and wraps his arms around you as he always does. “What I meant is that this room is so pink, while yours has more comics than I can count.”

“Don’t forget Spidey posters,” you say with a mouthful of food while simultaneously handing a piece to him. “Anyways, I like pink. I think this room is lovely, honestly. I wanted to paint mine this color when we first moved, but Dustin said if I painted the room pink then he’d never hang out with me in there. Alas, I forfeited.”

Jonathan laughs and accepts the pancake. “Him and the boys have you wrapped around their little fingers. You know that, right?”

You lean against him, relishing in the feeling of his strong chest against your back. “Mmm, I know. I’m a sucker for those idiots.”

Jonathan tightens his hold around you and draws you deeper into his chest. “I know, it’s what I love the most about you.”

His words are like ice against your skin and suddenly his arms feel suffocating around you.

You clear your throat and lean forward to lessen his hold on you. “Right, well. You just love it because they listen to me and you can round them up better when I’m around.”

“It’s not just because of that, bug.” Jonathan draws you in again and you’re too weak to fight it. He rests his chin against your head. “I love how you love those around you.”

The air has become thick between the two of you.

The way you love people terrifies me, Jonathan’s words from a few days ago echo within your head.

So what’s the truth? Why is he saying all of this?

“Bee,” you bring your hands up and hold onto the arms that are still securely around you. You’re not sure what exactly you want to say, how to explain the warmth you feel for him that simmers within you when he says your name or the way it turns into a furious boil when he looks at Nancy like she’s the damn moon. “You promised you’d call last night.”

“I know–”

“I was worried about you.”

“And then I ditched you.”

“Again, might I add.”

You put her first, you think.

Jonathan sighs and places a kiss against your hair. “I know.”

A tense silence follows. Mrs. Wheeler’s wonderful pancakes now taste like cement in your mouth. God, you wish things could go back to how things once were. You miss when Jonathan could wrap his arms around you and the weight of it wasn’t so crushing with all its unspoken implications.

“I’m sorry, bug. I really, really am sorry.” His voice is strained and he tightens his hold even more, as if to remind himself that you’re still there with him. “I was so scared last night, and had you been the one taken instead of Nancy…”

“But I wasn’t. She was.” You try to keep any emotion out of your voice.

“I know… I just, I had to make sure she was okay. I promise that nothing else happened. You know that right? Just, please tell me you believe me.” His voice cracks and you finally turn around to wrap your own arms around him.

“Bee, of course I believe you.” Your words are muffled against his stomach, but he hears you. He always hears you.

You understand why he stayed at Nancy’s, you really do. But it doesn’t make the sting of it any less painful. You feel awful about what she experienced last night, no doubt forever traumatized by it, but the bitter taste of no longer having Jonathan all to yourself is something you’re still getting used to.

“You forgive me?” He asks, so faintly you almost don’t catch it.

You lift your head up and catch Jonathan’s eye. “There’s nothing to forgive, bee.”

And you mean it.

The smile Jonathan gives you as a response, the smile that has always made your knees weak, is just yet another reason why you can’t ever risk what you have with him.

–

This may come as a shock to some, but you’ve never set foot in the army supply store.

The place makes you uneasy. You’ve never been comfortable around weapons, and like you told Nancy earlier: if it ever came down to it, you’d prefer to use your charm (but mostly your wits) rather than violence. It just isn’t your thing.

While you and Jonathan wander aimlessly around, Nancy seems to know exactly what you guys need. She begins throwing things into the basket around her arm without hesitating and you exchange a look with Jonathan. Clearly it’s a good thing you’ve wrangled Nancy into this mess.

You wander some more and break away from the group, eyeing the insane amount of weapons, traps, and knives offered in the store. It’s overwhelming and you realize you have no real idea what you’ll even need. Guns unnerve you, the bat Nancy brought just seems silly to use. So what does that leave you?

Your eyes land on a knife with both its ends extended. Its handle in the center is a polished wood that’s a deep ember and the blades themselves are sterling silver that glisten in the dim store lighting. It’s a beautiful weapon.

As you reach for it to inspect it, one of the store employees, an older man, walks up behind you.

“That’s a switchblade. It was donated to us years ago.” You jump at the man’s words and he flashes you an apologetic smile. “Sorry, miss. Didn’t mean to scare ya.”

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. I’m just more skittish than usual this week.” You’re not sure why you admit this to the man, and when he gives you a curious look you clear your throat and change the topic. “You said this was donated?”

“Oh, yes! Here, have a feel for it.” Before you can stop him, he places the knife in your hands.

Your fingers skim over the smooth wood and you notice some words engraved in it. The letters are scuffed, presumably from age. “Was there writing on it?”

The old man’s smile becomes a sad one. “The switchblade was from this old man, he made it for his wife and claimed she loved to keep him on her toes. So, he had the word ‘button’ engraved in the handle because–”

“She always pushed his buttons?”

“Yeah,” the man laughs. “That’s exactly what she did.”

There’s a far off look in the man’s eyes, as if he’s remembering a warm summer day from his childhood; bittersweet and filled with fondness. He reminds you of your grandpa whenever someone brings up your grandma who died when you were young. You roll the blade over in your hands. “You knew the woman, didn’t you?”

“I did, but she’s long gone now,” he confirms, his voice wobbling.

“I’m sorry for your loss, sir.” You reach over and place your hand on his forearm, which he smiles at.

“Don’t be. Martha would be glad someone like you has her knife, now.”

You immediately drop your hand and try to give the switchblade back. “Oh, no, I can’t possibly take this–”

“It’s yours. You’re the only one who has paid any attention to it. I’ll show you how to use it if you make me a promise.”

Before you can argue more, Jonathan calls out from a few aisles down. “Bug? Where’d you go?”

“I’ll be there in a second, bee!” You turn back to the man. “What kind of promise are we talking about?”

“Bug and bee? Martha called me birdy because a bird swooped on me the first time I ever met her,” the old man chuckles with affection. “Anyways, promise me that you’ll use this with love. I may own this store, but violence never leaves much room for love.”

The agreement comes easily to you. “Of course.”

And with that, the old man shows you how to flip the switchblade open. It only takes a simple flick of the wrist for the blade to glide back into the handle in the center, and with another flick they smoothly glide back out once more; the way the blades move in sync leaves you in awe.

“You can use both the blades or only one, but I sense that you know that things are always stronger together.” The old man says, a glint in his eyes as he hands the switchblade back to you.

You smile at him and try it out yourself; the switchblade fits perfectly in your hand and you’re easily able to get the blades in and out. As you’re admiring the way the blades balance each other out, Jonathan appears by your side.

“Hey, ready to check out?”

You nod and thank the old man, who waves you off with a friendly goodbye.

“Who was that?” Jonathan asks once you’re out of earshot from the man.

You show him the switchblade. “You remember that theory you had about me attracting old people? You’re gonna love this.”

–

Nancy plops down bear traps, gasoline, and a multitude of other supplies she acquired while you were off talking to the old store owner. The cashier, a significantly younger looking man, looks at the three of you as if you’re insane.

“And I’ll have four boxes of the .38s.” Jonathan says, and you flash the employee your award winning smile just in case. You recognize how insane this all looks.

“What are you kids doing with all this?” The employee asks, and you Jonathan both instinctively turn to Nancy for help.

She shrugs, playing the question off well. “Monster hunting.”

The guy laughs and finishes ringing you guys up before the three of you head out to Jonathan’s car. He’s carrying most of the stuff in a box while you and Nancy start loading the bags into his trunk. You quickly help him with the box once you’ve placed your bags down.

“‘Monster hunting’?” Jonathan teases and Nancy just smirks.

“How do you think that guy would react if he knew we were telling the truth?” You snort and Jonathan can only shake his head in amusement.

Nancy laughs and bumps her shoulder against yours. “You know, last week I was shopping for a new top I thought Steve might like.”

Hearing Steve’s name makes you freeze. You completely forgot that Steve had been there with you last night at the Wheeler’s. He had seen Jonathan and Nancy together on her bed. You remember the anger in his eyes and your heart sinks. King Steve would never just let something like that go.

“Hey, uh, Nancy?” You try to interrupt the girl, but she’s too focused on her story.

“It took me and Barb all weekend, it seemed like life or death, you know? And now…”

“You’re shopping for bear traps with Jonathan Byers and Y/N Henderson.”

You grab at Nancy’s jacket to try and get her attention, but she only has her eyes set on Jonathan. “Nancy, I have something to tell you–”

“What’s the weirdest part? Me or the bear trap?”

“Guys I really need you to listen right now–” Again they ignore you, lost in their own little world that you still don’t have access to.

For a moment you wonder if you even should warn them, but you know it’d be wrong not to. You could be imagining it, but your new switchblade almost seems to warm up within your pocket as if to remind you of your promise to the old man.

Nancy’s eyes shine as she looks at Jonathan and you want to scream. Now is not the fucking time. “You. It’s definitely you.”

You clap your hands in front of their faces, finally breaking the two of them out of their spell. “Hey! Assholes! Trying to save your asses!”

Jonathan bats your hands away from his face. “What are you talking about?”

“Steve, he, uh…” You take a deep breath, trying to figure out how the hell you’re supposed to word this, before a car honks and some creep calls out to Nancy.

“Can’t wait to see your movie.” The boy laughs, which causes your blood to turn cold. The Hawk movie theater, where Jonathan works… In a twisted way, Steve Harrington is a fucking revenge genius.

“What the hell was that?” You hear Jonathan mumble, but your ears are ringing.

Nancy turns to you, now with distrust in her eyes. “Steve. You said his name.”

“Nancy–I, I forgot and–” You stumble over your words as the girl’s eyes harden. You didn’t mean for this to happen, you don’t know how you forgot. She doesn’t wait for you to finish whatever the hell you were about to say and starts running after the car. You’re quick to follow after her, already knowing what you’ll find.

“Where are you guys going?”

“Just come on, Jonathan!” You shout behind you.

Nancy sees the board before you do and the gasp she lets out makes you want to cry for her. There, in big, ugly red letters on the Hawk’s clapperboard are the words spelling out “All the Right Moves Starring Nancy the Slut Wheeler”.

It’s an awful, awful fucking thing.

And it’s Steve’s work, you know it is.

You hear Jonathan gasp out behind you and you see the crowd that begins to form around the three of you. Everyone stares at Nancy and whispers cruel things about her and it takes everything within you not to cause a scene. How fucking dare they. They have no right. Steve had no fucking right.

In the midst of your anger you notice the tears beginning to form in Nancy’s eyes and you immediately run over to her side and grab her hand. You pull her into a hug and whisper reassurances, promising her that it’ll all be okay. She lets you hold her and you feel so fucking awful. You should’ve done more to protect her.

Then, you hear the distinct sound of a spray paint bottle rattling followed by Tommy Hagan’s screech of a laugh. Nancy tears herself from your grasp and runs into the alley where the noise is coming from. You follow after her and see Steve and his gang spraying even more things onto the Hawk walls.

There’s a steely look in Nancy’s eyes and you worry for a moment that she might hurt someone. It’s not that you don’t think it’s warranted, but you’re sure Jonathan’s boss has already called the cops on the teens and they’ll be here soon. Nancy can’t afford to get into any trouble right now.

“Nancy, I don’t think you should approach–”

She ignores you and angrily marches over to Steve.

“Hey there princess!” Carol sneers, and you have to refrain from spitting on her. Right now this is about Nancy, you need to make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid and to also ensure she knows that you’re right behind her to support her. She needs to know that you’re here for her.

“Uh oh, she looks upset.” Tommy teases. When he sees you, he lets out another cackle. “Holy shit, Harrington. You were right! Henderson really is a pathetic push over if she’s here with the girl who slept with her boyfriend!”

Tommy’s words enrage you and you’re about to just say fuck it to your no violence policy when Steve shuts him up. “Knock it out, Tommy. I told you Henderson’s with us–”

Nancy’s slap catches both you and Steve off guard. Everyone gasps in shock but you start laughing, immensely proud of the girl’s strength. “Nice one, Wheeler.”

She spares you a quick glance before steering her glare back at Steve. “What is wrong with you?”

Steve clenches his jaw. “What’s wrong with me? No, what’s wrong with the two of you?”

“The two of us?” Nancy asks. Steve juts his chin in your direction and she turns around, now more confused and hurt than ever. “What does Y/N have to do with any of this?”

A lump of anxiety forms in your chest. “Nancy, I can explain–”

“I was worried about you,” Steve lets out a bitter laugh and distantly you remember saying those exact words to Jonathan a mere hour ago. You guess you understand the boy more than you may want to. “I can’t believe that I was actually worried about you.”

Nancy opens her mouth to respond but Steve cuts her off, now walking towards you. “And you… I always knew you were too nice for your own good, but defending the girl who stole your boyfriend?” He hovers over you; you can smell his expensive cologne this close as he says his next words so low that they almost come out as a whisper, “well, I expected more from you, Y/N.”

You freeze, overwhelmed with his presence. He lingers, you’ve never been this close to him, his eyes are darker than Jonathan’s and filled with more disappointment than anger. You know he can see right through you in a way that fucking terrifies you; he knows.

“What are you talking about?” Nancy exclaims, effectively breaking whatever moment was going on between you and Steve. He backs away, his eyes still lingering on yours, before facing Nancy once more.

Your words catch in your throat, still reeling from your encounter with Steve, so it’s Carol who breaks the silence. “I wouldn’t lie if I were you. You don’t want to be known as the lying slut now, do you?”

“Don’t call her that,” you manage to say, though you can’t seem to stop looking at Steve, who is looking right back at you.

“Speak of the devil,” Tommy’s voice alerts you of Jonathan’s arrival. You look up and see what the idiot has written on the wall behind him.

“‘Byers is a perv’? Wow, you guys are geniuses when it comes to insults.” You snort, feeling Jonathan place his hand on the small of your back to steady you. He can sense your anger brewing.

“It’s okay, bug.” He whispers. You relax a bit into him, but you’re still fuming. Steve watches the interaction with an interest in his eyes that lets you know Jonathan’s tenderness with you has only pissed him off more.

Steve points at the two of you, looking around at his friends. “Aww, how sweet. You guys see that? Tell me, Henderson. Did he whisper sweet nothings into your ear after he slept with my girlfriend?”

Both Jonathan and Nancy speak at once. He denies you two being together while Nancy now understands that Steve had seen her and Jonathan in her room last night.

“Henderson and I both, actually.” Steve corrects, and you want to punch him.

Jonathan turns to you, guilt creeping into his voice. “You saw?”

“Now isn’t really the time, we need to help Nancy–”

“Look, I don’t know what you think you saw, but it wasn’t like that.” Nancy says, looking at Steve and then you. “I promise, Y/N. Nothing happened.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Right, that’s what Henderon said. You just let him into your room to… study?”

“I was telling the truth.” You grit out, but Steve and the others ignore you.

Tommy steps in front of you and Jonathan. “Or for another pervy photo session?”

Jonathan steps towards the boy but you grab his jacket, not allowing him to go any further. You understand he’s angry, but just like how he won’t let you do anything stupid: you won’t let him, either.

Nancy shakes her head furiously. “We were just–”

“You were just what? Finish that sentence,” Steve steps closer to Nancy now and you find yourself preparing to step between them if needed. “Finish. The. Sentence.”

The only sound in the alley is the sound of Nancy panting. She can’t think of what to say, what can she even say? Steve won’t believe her regardless. To him, she’s already done the unspeakable and hurt him in the worst way imaginable. You feel for the two of them, no one can possibly win in this situation.

When Nancy doesn’t say anything, the angry expression on Steve’s face slips for a moment and you see the heartbroken boy underneath his mask. It happens only for a second, but you see it. You know you saw it.

“Go to hell, Nancy.” He scoffs.

“Harrington, you don’t mean that.” You say, trying to help him out. He’ll regret burning this bridge with Nancy, you can see how deeply he cares for her. He loves her, even if he can’t admit it. If he walks away now, he could lose her.

While you’re talking to Steve, Jonathan breaks free from your grasp and pulls Nancy away, which only seems to upset him more.

“You said yourself that we aren’t friends, Henderson. You don't know me. As for you, Byers, I always took you for a queer. I guess you’re just a little screw-up like your father.”

Steve begins to push Jonathan now, but Jonathan has harshly grabbed your arm to pull you away. He doesn't want you involved in this, you know he just wants to get you and Nancy safely out of the situation, but you resist him anyways and try to push at Steve.

“What, you're gonna help your douche of a boyfriend?” Steve sneers at you, and Jonathan will definitely leave bruises on your arm with how tightly he has to hold you back. “Oh, yeah. That house is full of screw-ups.”

He pushes Jonathan again and this time you manage to spit at his feet. “Shut the fuck up, Harrington.”

“I’m just telling the truth. You know, I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised. A bunch of screw-ups in your family.”

Jonathan stops now. You do the same. Nancy sees this and urges you to keep walking, but you and him exchange a look. You hate violence, you really do, but the Byers family is your own family. Aside from how protective you are of them, you also know the anger that Jonathan has buried within him. If Steve keeps pushing it, you’re afraid of what Jonathan may do.

“I mean, your mom? I’m not even surprised what happened to your brother.”

You hate violence. You could never, ever hurt anyone. But you’re starting to feel really fucking close to understanding why people seem to enjoy it. “Leave his mom and Will out of this.”

Steve ignores you and continues spewing bullshit. Jonathan is tense next to you and it’s only now that you notice his clenched fists and his ragged breathing. Steve has gone too far.

“Steve, shut up!” Nancy begs as you now leave Jonathan’s side to begin pushing Steve back. A fight cannot break out. It’s broad daylight and too risky. You can’t let Jonathan put himself in danger.

“Harrington, you need to leave.” You urge him as you push against his chest, but he just gently pushes you aside and follows after Jonathan.

“But the Byers?” He keeps hitting Jonathan’s back and you have to use all your weight to pull him away. It’s no use. “Their family, it’s a disgrace to the entire–”

Jonathan’s punch lands perfectly upon Steve’s face.

In any other moment, you’d find the accuracy incredibly hot.

Instead you push the thoughts aside and rush over to him while Steve regains his composure. “Bee, listen to me. Cops could be here any second, you can’t fight–”

You scream as Steve tackles Jonathan onto the car and then the ground. Nancy begs them to stop and has to wrap her arms around you to keep you out of the fight. The sound of skin hitting skin sickens you.

“Nancy let me go,” Steve lands another punch on Jonathan and the sound his head makes when it hits the ground causes you to cry out.

“Y/N, Jonathan wouldn’t want you to jump in–”

“I have to help him!” The pure anguish in your voice is what makes Nancy finally let you go. You immediately rush over and try to pry Steve off of your friend, but he doesn’t see you approach and almost lands a blow at your face.

Jonathan sees this and grunts out, “don’t touch her,” before punching Steve in the face once more and throwing him off. They’re both standing now as Steve’s friends egg the fight on and Nancy pleads for them to stop. You tug at the boys’ clothes to try and break them apart, but you know you’re weak against them. You force yourself to think of something else, and right as you’ve formed a plan, Tommy is the one who steps in and punches Jonathan.

“Get out of here, man.” Steve yells, not wanting anyone to fight his battles for him.

You slap Tommy across the face. “Fuck off!”

The boy raises his fist to punch you and you don’t have time to do anything else besides flinch and brace yourself for the hit, but Steve intercepts it. “Tommy! I said get out of here!”

You’re in a daze as you process what’s just happened, but then Jonathan starts throwing more punches and suddenly Tommy has his arms around you to hold you back. You try to break out of his grasp, but he’s a lot damn stronger than Nancy.

All you can do is helplessly watch as your best friend beats Steve Harrington’s face in. He lands one punch, then two, then three, and for a horrifying moment you’re afraid that Jonathan might actually kill him.

“Jonathan! Stop!” You scream, tears now streaming down your face.

He has Steve pinned on the ground by the time the cops come.

“Shit, the cops!” Tommy lets go of you to help break up the fight right as the two officers arrive. They struggle to get Jonathan off of Steve and somehow he manages to punch one of the cops in the nose. Of course he fucking punches a cop in the nose.

You rush over to try and help, but as soon as the cops have Jonathan you feel yet another pair of arms wrap around you. You don’t know who it is, but they start to drag you away while the cops arrest Jonathan. You try to twist around to face your assailant, thrashing and kicking. “Why do you all keep grabbing me?”

“Fuck, Henderson! Stop kicking me, I’m already bleeding!” Steve groans, still carrying you in his arms as he and his friends flee the crime scene.

You struggle more against him, but you’re exhausted from your previous attempts of breaking up the fight and you’re still crying. You can’t do anything besides making it extremely difficult for him to carry you and throw out a multitude of insults and cuss words. You have to get to Jonathan.

Once they’re a few yards away, they slow down and Steve finally places you back on the ground, though his arms remain around you. You manage to free your own arms and begin punching him in the chest. “Let go of me! Jonathan just got arrested because of you!” Every word you say is followed by a punch.

“Jesus Henderson! I just saved your ass, quit it!”

“Saved my ass? You just beat up my best friend and he’s bleeding and needs my help and–”

“He’s a cheater! So is Nancy! They deserve each other and if you go back there right now you’ll be arrested and they’re sure as hell aren’t worth getting arrested over!” Steve is screaming at you and shaking you by the shoulders, urging you to understand.

“How many times do I have to tell you I’m not with Jonathan? And you’re wrong! It wasn’t like that between him and Nancy, you have to understand that.” You scream back at him, faintly aware of Steve’s friends watching in the background.

He runs a hand through his hair. “I’m not a fucking idiot, Y/N.”

“You sure about that?”

“God, you’re so naive.” Steve shakes his head. “It’s always the nice ones who are the most naive.”

His words cut through you; you look him in the eyes, “Get fucked, Harrington.”

Steve lets go of you, surprised by your words while his friends gasp. “I was just trying to help.”

His voice is soft, as if he’s afraid to admit this to you, and you know that in his own way he means it. Steve had only been trying to help, but he hurt the people you love in the process. You hesitate, unsure how to respond.

You want to reach out, to grab his hand and remind him that he’s good, but you don’t.

Instead, you turn away and run back towards the alley and Jonathan.

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waitingonher · 1 year

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Hi can you do some Percy Jackson x Hades Child hc?

percy jackson dating a child of hades

pairing: percy jackson x child of hades!reader

content warning: cursing

word count: 780

author's note: sorry this one's a bit shorttt

a son of poseidon and a child of hades? ANOTHER POWER COUPLE.

everyone knows not to mess with either one of you, or else they’re in for a doozy.

percy’s always making sure that you’re not overworking yourself. he saw what it did to nico, so he for sure does not want that happening to you too.

he’ll usually ask in more subtle and casual ways like “training was rough yesterday, how’d you sleep?” or “the lunch selection was good today, what’d you think?”

it may be overbearing to some, but percy honestly can’t help it. the very last thing he wants is you being too hard on yourself.

when you two first started dating, you guys—for some reason—decided to make gardening your little thing together?? but when you had accidentally killed them with your aura, you and percy decided to go forward with something a little less…alive.

LOL so now your guys’ little thing is baking!!

somehow chiron allowed you and him to use the camp kitchen??

anyways, you guys are pretty much pro bakers now! well, if you ignore the time when percy mistook the salt for sugar, then you guys are basically pros.

you reach your hand out to your boyfriend, “perce, pass me a cookie.” “here,” he passes you a cookie while grabbing himself one, “on the count of three?” you nod and begin counting, “one, two, three.” taking a bite of the warm cookie, you both immediately realize something’s wrong. the cookie tastes…salty? you see percy’s eyes widen as you two make a dash towards the sink. “oh my gods! why is it salty?” percy screeches, the chewed up cookie muffling his voice. after what felt like years of rinsing your mouth, the unpleasant salty taste had left your mouth, “babe, you were in charge of the dry ingredients...so did you use the salt instead of the sugar?” percy’s eyes widen to the size of saucers, “no…i’m not that stupid. look,” he grabs the plastic container and turns it around, only to reveal the label that reads ‘salt’, "oh…yeah, that’s my bad.”

considering the reputation your dad has, percy’s always looking out for you. but don’t get me wrong, everyone at camp could not give less of a shit about your dad, but it’s the newcomers he worries about.

some of the new kids are so bold??? but don’t worry, cuz you and percy ALWAYS find ways to humble them.

percy’s the type of bf to have almost anything you may need on hand. you need a hair tie? he’s pulling one off his wrist. your lips are chapped? he’s taking out his aquaphor.

he loves seeing you use your powers, because like…pretty gf who has cool powers over the dead?? what is there not to love??

sometimes when you two are training, you’ll look out the corner of your eye to see your boyfriend just staring at you? percy has ZERO shame and will stare at you whenever he feels like it.

whenever you guys have sleepovers, he always makes sure you fall asleep before him. it’s more of a comfort thing for him. percy just sleeps better knowing that you’re already sleeping.

normally he’s a pretty light sleeper, but around you, he’s an even lighter sleeper. he just wants to make sure that he’ll be awake to comfort you in case you have any particularly alarming dreams.

when you two eat, he never fails to save and offer the last bite to you. but percy doesn’t want you to feel bad about you eating his last bite, so he just nonchalantly offers it to you.

movie nights with percy!!!

you’d make him watch all the classic horror movies. shit talking the ones with bad acting and graphics is your guys’ favorite pastime.

“oh my gods,” percy groans for the umpteenth time, “i swear, it’s probably a mortal who made this movie. they can’t even get the stupid ghosts to look right.” you laugh at percy’s passion for complaining, “literally! okay but can they get some other guy to play the main character?”

at this point, you two should make your own horror movie because you’re too busy making fun of them instead of actually enjoying them.

you also made percy watch tusk…

ever since watching it, he can’t look at walruses the same. (me too percy)

gods forbid he runs into one in the ocean.

percy also has a cork board in his cabin with a shit ton of polaroids on it jdfsksd

they range from pictures with you to pictures of the sunsets.

but if you pay attention, you’ll find that the majority of the photos include you in them <33

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faithst · 1 year

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ZB1 WHEN THEIR S/O ARE ON THEIR PERIOD

pairing zb1 x afab!reader

genre fluff, platonic for yujin

warnings mentions of food, blood & periods (obvi)

notes hi !! thank you for liking my works and for requesting ! i hope you enjoy this one <3

masterlist<3

— zhang hao

he gives you all the space you need

unless you specifically ask for smth

sometimes, you don’t even have to ask for smth

bcuz hao already knows what you need, he just does 👍

altho it seems like he doesn’t do much to help you

he actually does help

like doing the chores and cooking; doesn’t necessarily help w your period but still helps !

tucks you into bed and pulls the blanket over for you

holds you in his arms while tracing circles on your hand to distract you from the cramps 🫠

“does it still hurt?”

— sung hanbin

so hecking sweet 😤

he’s always there for you

just ask him to come over and he’d instantly drop everything that he’s doing just to be there for you

you need a hug? his arms are open. you have cramps? he has a heating pad ready for you

isn’t grossed out if it accidentally leaks ☹️

tells you he loves you everyday

forehead kisses 🔛🔝

so attentive to you and the only thing that matters to him is you

“i hope you know how much i love you.”

— seok matthew

prepared like his life depended on it (it did)

acts of service master ‼️

sets up a period tracker app for you

marks his calendars and stuff

pre-bought pads and things you like

heats up heating pads for you and does the chores

also cleans the sheets if you accidentally leak 💔

insists on doing everything for you

“i can get that, sit back down.”

— shen ricky

when you’re on your period

movies and cuddles are essential

you get to pick the movie too !

even if the movie isn’t interesting to him, he still watches it 🫶

ricky wants you to always be comfortable

you usually end up falling asleep in his arms

he tries to make sure you don’t fall off throughout the night but he always doesn’t get enough sleep bcuz of this

he doesn’t mind tho bcuz it’s you 🫵

“it’ll be better by tomorrow.”

— park gunwook

honestly, i feel like he’d forget periods exist

and then he sees you, curled up into a ball on the floor

he feels rlly bad for not doing his research on periods beforehand

checks up on you so much, asking if you need anything

“gunwook, can you help me buy pads?”

and he goes to buy them straight away !

only downside is that he has no idea what kind he’s supposed to buy 😭

there’s so many choices and he probably inspects every single one of them

like, which one has the most benefits and is worth the money 😐

“what do you mean these are diapers and not pads?”

— kim taerae

i see him clinging to you

cuz he doesn’t want you to feel the pain alone

and if you cry, he cries

he might not have a uterus but 😭

he feels your pain and shares it

if he could, he would take all of your pain and give it to himself

doesn’t leave your side and cuddles you 24/7

like he only gets up if you ask him to get smth

he gets the thing you need and instantly gets back into bed with you

def sings you to sleep 😔

“i’m sorry you have to go through this.”

— kim gyuvin

he 100% asks so many questions

and then complains how you’re always nagging at him 😭

“so.. is it like-” “can you stop?”

and you get so annoyed that you give him the silent treatment for a while

he feels a bit lonely cause you’re ignoring him so he apologises 🤝

but he does help you alot

like he buys you pads and snacks

he’s just a bit irritating during this time

“i got the stuff that you like, can you talk to me now? please?”

— kim jiwoong

at your service

gives you massages

your shoulders, back, head; you name it, he massages all of them

and just alot of cuddles and touches

esp the ones where he rubs your stomach whenever you have cramps 💔

compliments.

always manages to make you feel good about yourself even with the painful cramps

it’s like your periods weren’t even there in the first place 🫢

“you’re so pretty..”

— han yujin

straight up ignores you 😐

well not exactly but its because he’s scared

scared of doing smth wrong and making you hate him for it

so instead of having that risk of messing smth up, he checks up on you from time to time

through text..

‘hi, how are you?’ ‘i have blood gushing out my lower bottom, thanks for asking.’

sends you memes in effort to cheer you up 🤞

it makes you laugh a little bit

he doesn’t know exactly what to do but he tries and that’s all that matters

‘why did the chicken cross the road?’

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emeritus-fuckers · 3 months

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Could I maybe request some head cannons for the ghouls interacting with a small child that they have been asked to babysit? Maybe even Papa Copia’s? I’m in need for some fluff right now lol :)

Copia's ghouls babysitting his baby

Swiss

Swiss isn’t exactly the ghoul you choose to watch a baby.

Swiss is best with young children that need tiring out. You come back to sleepy ghoul and sleeping child.

Copia hands him the baby? Well…

Eventually, he comes back to the staring contest of the century.

Baby vs Swiss. No sign of who’s going to win.

Surprisingly though, all the care is actually done pretty well. It’s just…staring at Copia’s baby now.

Sodo

It's absolutely hilarious to witness because both Mister Sodomizer and the baby will be confused the moment the child is handed to him.

They both just stare at each other in complete shock.

Eventually, thee baby melts against him because he's warm.

And once he's done with the initial paralysis, he slowly starts to hold the baby closer.

They become cuddle buddies.

The baby is sorta treated like a cat, in the way that Sodo will not get up if the baby is on him.

And once he's carrying the baby, he's cradling them like the most precious thing.

Rain

Rain is great with kids, very motherly and gentle.

Will make sure that baby is safe, well taken care of and as happy as she can get them

Ve will absolutely have the room set up to meet any and all needs as quickly as possible.

Might accidentally bore the baby, would benefit from help from Swiss or sunshine.

However the baby will be sleeping peacefully on his chest, enjoying the comfy spot to nap.

Second best choice for looking after the baby.

Aether

That kid is thrown around so much it's a miracle all the food stayed inside the baby.

He's definitely fun for the baby. Just like Swiss, good for wearing the kid out.

He comes up with the most fun and creative things to do with the child.

Honestly, Aether might just be the favorite uncle with all the running and jumping around as he holds the baby securely in his arms.

They eat banana-flavored baby food squeeze pouches together. (i have no idea what these are called, this is the best i found.)

All kids love him.

Phantom

Is the baby. This is the child they’re babysitting.

Mountain

He worries the most.

He would rather be sent back to the pits then not take the absolute best care of this child. He makes sure that they're happy and very comfortable.

Makes sure that the child is nothing but happy giggles and peaceful naps.

He is very good at keeping the kid calm, its just his energy, honestly.

Keeps the kid close, and will mostly just make his nest and flop down (softly) with the baby and take a nice long nap.

All the hugs and naps.

Cirrus

She's incredibly good at making the baby laugh.

Bounces the baby around and makes silly faces at them.

Her and Aether are the absolute best combo for a fun day with the baby.

And if you combine zir with Cumulus? You could leave the baby with them for days and come back to the happiest child alive.

Honestly, she could absolutely be a kindergarten teacher or a nursery caretker. Kids love zir.

Cumulus

Naturally very motherly and nurturing.

Probably the most responsible choice.

Also, she can let the baby nurse on her if needed.

(I want to nurse on her so fucking bad.)

Sings the best lullabies, the baby falls asleep so easy it seems unreal.

The baby just feels very safe and happy with her.

Sunshine

Much like Swiss, is not the first choice to leave with a baby.

She is full of energy and much better at just a temporary playmate.

She will play peekaboo, patty cake and rocket ship for hours to entertain the child.

Dancing fruit baby sensory videos? She will stare at them too for hours and hours.

Is just the chaotic playmate summoned to entertain the baby.

That may also teach them to bite as a form of love.

Aurora

Gushes. Fawns. Loses it.

Keep in mind, she hasn't been around for long.

Which means fae didn't get to see too many babies.

But once fae sees them, she absolutely loves them.

They think babies are absolutely adorable, but she spends most of faer time with the baby on just watching, waiting for the small human to do something cute.

Gushes about the baby to everyone who will listen.

Swiss, Rain, Phantom and Sunshine written by Death.

Sodo, Aether, Cirrus, Cumulus and Aurora written by Nosferatu.

Mountain written by Zenith/Jasper.

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lorenid · 1 year

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Sleeping Habits

Genre: fluff, established relationship, domestic, idol chan

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: anxiety/insomnia topic, light suggestive lines

Summary: Two 20 something year olds that can fall in love, but can’t fall asleep

A/N: Happy 5-STAR Comeback Day! It’s my first official comeback and I’m celebrating by streaming while finishing this short one-shot that I’ve been putting off since April. I didn’t proof read this at all, please let me know about any errors. Anyways… I’m back on my self indulgence, bc the world inside my head is better than my real world anyways, might as well make it a good one. Fun fact (that only I care about, but I like to over share): My bias for Chan started as soon as I read that he was born 1 year minus a day apart from me. Enough about my delusions, this is also my first time writing about SKZ so here goes nothing.

You arrive home exhausted after a 12 hour shift at the hospital you work at, tossing your heels at the entrance of the cozy apartment you share with Chan.

“Honey, I’m home.” You say with a singing tone making your way to leave your belongings on the living room sofa so you don’t forget them the next morning. Checking the kitchen to put away some washed plates and glasses.

“Hey, baby. Did you have a good day?” You hear him shuffling around before you see him, wearing his usual black shirt, black basketball shorts and socks. He kisses the crown of your head, engulfing you into a back hug, hands gripping your hips. Quickly turning you around giving you a sweet gentle kiss before you can even open your mouth to say a word.

“Tiring but good, a lot of patients showed great progress today and that keeps me going. How about you, did you finish the track you were working on before I left?” You bend your arms to rub his back until your fingers squeeze his shoulders to release the tension moving along to the nape of his neck.

After almost a year of living together you’re used to his habit of waking up, saying good morning with his groggy voice, sealing his greeting with a kiss and heading straight to the studio. Because he can’t do anything else before revising the work he did the night before listening with a fresh mind to get his genius creativity flowing. You do your morning routine and put down the breakfast beside his work desk, worried that he’ll forget to eat for a while if he’s consumed by the music. Sometimes he’s so excited about a song that he rambles trying to explain all the details of the arrangement, accidentally making you sprint to leave for work to avoid being late. Everyday you’re tempted to stay for a little bit longer just to appreciate his sparkling eyes talking about his new endeavors.

“I did! I’ll share it with the kids tomorrow to get their feedback.” The kids aren’t really kids… well kinda. Since your relationship with Chan started they have teased him that if they could kick him out of they group they would just to have you as their leader. Specially Seungmin claiming that Chan is getting too old, even though you are closer in age to your boyfriend than him. But you wouldn’t dare to try to keep them apart, because they are his family and they have become yours too.

“That’s amazing, I know they’ll love it! I have noticed that you’ve been working really hard these past few weeks. So hopefully you can get some rest.” Now you’re clinging to him putting most of your weight on him and he has no choice but drag you around.

“Yeah I’m glad that is done. Honestly we both tend to overwork so much that when we have time for us we miss working, but when we are back to the routine we are exhausted.” The ultimate contradiction of you both being extreme perfectionists. He leans besides the fridge and you look up to him, his cute droopy eyes make you feel like you’re wrapped in a warm hug.

“I really want us to do better about relaxing for our own sanity. It’s a work in progress.” You lift your hands to caress his dimples and cheeks with your thumb.

“Speaking about that, should I make some tea and call it an early night?” He kindly offers, opening cabinets in search of mugs and the chamomile honey lemon tea packets.

“Yes please! I’ll get out of these clothes and get ready for bed asap.” You’re endeared by his thoughtfulness as he makes a warm tea for him, but sets aside yours adding extra honey and putting it in the fridge because if it isn’t sweet and cold you make faces of disgust just by tasting a drop.

“Do you need any help with that?” He checks you up and down with a cheeky smile, the clinking of the spoon swirling around the tea stopping for a brief second.

“Um that would jeopardize our mission, sir.” You say it with a lower voice, rolling your eyes playfully and watch as he blushes and his ears turn a little bit red.

“Oh… right.” He shakes his head as if he’s brushing away his suggestive thoughts.

After taking a long hot shower, you change into a sweatshirt and comfy shorts sitting in front of the vanity desk and mirror. The hue of the night lights around the room setting the mood of relaxation, Chan spent an entire day setting them up and cutely annoying you changing the colors every second. You hear the door slightly open while you’re brushing your hair to prevent the frizz, it will probably get tangled anyways, but just doing this little things give you comfort.

“What you doing?” He says softly peeking his head through the door, you turn and smile at him extending your arms signaling with your hands to come in.

“Just brushing this crazy hair, did you wash up already?” You sigh exasperated grabbing the tea he prepared.

“Yeah, I did before you came home.” He settles his mug besides yours as he quickly moves to the corner of the bed near you. Motioning to scoot closer to him and hand him the brush.

“You’re the best.” He treats you with the type of care that makes you fall in love over and over again.

“I’m not hurting you, right?” He asks, worry on his tone. Stopping to hear your answer before continuing, drinking the rest of his tea.

“Not at all, you’re really good at this actually.” You reassure him because he loves doing this for you is turning into part of his night time routine. He finishes, running his fingers through your hair and kissing the crown of your head as you sip the last drops.

A few minutes later after going to the bathroom to brush your teeth, you both slip under the blankets. Chan plays Pokemon while listening to his favorite playlist while you attempt to read a chapter of a book, but your mind always wonder to random things instead.

“You know what we need?” Your out of the blue excitement makes him jump a little, holding on to your wrists because you hit his arm playfully asking for attention.

“A rocking chair! Think about it, if its big enough we can both fit and take turns.” You start searching for them on the phone to show him different options.

“Am I completely missing the point or does this sound a bit… naughty?” He stares deep into your eyes cocking his head to the side.

“Get your head out of the guter! Its another technique to fall asleep we could try. When I was little my grandma used to hold me and I was out like a light after swaying for a bit.” You gently slap the side of his head as if that would solve anything and he laughs.

“Well, we can definitely try.” He stands up to turnoff the lights, getting back to the bed you pat the space in front of you to cuddle him. You wrap him in a hug crossing your arms on his back moving your hands to rock him a little as if you were on the rocking chair. He lets out a deep breath aligning his head with yours, welcoming the comfortable silence.

“A la nanita nana, nanita nana, nanita ella, mi niño tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea.” He raises his eyebrows surprised by your singing, but he doesn’t say anything worried that you’ll stop. It’s a famous Hispanic lullaby that at first was intended as a Christmas song about Jesus, but it passed down from generation to generation to help children fall asleep.

“A la nanita nana, nanita nana, nanita ella, mi Channie tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea.” You gently stroke between his eyes and down his nose with your pinky finger. He gives you a soft smile with his eyes closing like crescent moons when he hears his nickname.

“I’m not fair that I’m drifting away while you sing like an angel. I wish I could rush to the studio and record your voice so I can listen to it on loop when I’m away on tour and imagine that you’re there beside me.” He has confessed before that he struggles to find comfort in strange places like hotel rooms and sometimes the time difference doesn’t help with you whispering throught the phone to at least calm his racing heart.

“It’s a deal if you also record yours.” You have heard him before jokingly singing it to his members before they hang up and you can’t help but be a little bit jealous.

“Oh, do you actually mean right now? You love to put me in the spot, don’t you?” He says in surprise when you reach your phone finding the app and placing the phone in between your pillows next to his head. He’s too busy to notice that you already pressed the red button because he’s shuffling to press his hands to your sides under your sweatshirt.

“Of course I do, I won’t deny it and you lowkey love it.” You brush away the strands of hair that are sticking up and the ones that tickle you when he brushes his nose against yours before positioning your head below his craning his neck to be as close as he can to your phone.

“Close your eyes, go to sleep.” He carefully places a hand covering your eyes, giggling under his breath when he feels your eyelashes fluttering.

“Know my love is all around.” His hands travel around your waist to hold you closer to his chest, you hear his heartbeat and try to breathe profoundly to slow down yours.

“Dream in peace, when you wake.” He sneaks a hand up to pet your hair, spreading his fingers to cover the back of your head, a deep breath escapes your lips.

“You will know I'm still with you.” He notices that your breathing is evening and slowly remove one from under your clothes to stop the audio recorder without startling you as he also feels himself drift.

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The Other Half Part Nine

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Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only

Length: A hideously long 4K

Warnings: Reader has a mother and father, both are in the chapter—no physical descriptions, no names; some angst; mostly fluff; accidental use of the Batman™ voice, purposeful use of light parental guilt, explicit sexual content—semi-public sex, oral sex, vaginal sex

Summary: …Bruce just cut himself shaving, that’s all. Tiny cut. It wasn’t a lot of blood anyway, he’s just—It’s a shaving cut. Honestly, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. He’s just a…Weird billionaire guy. A weird billionaire guy that you really, really like. There’s literally nothing for you to worry about. You're just picking things apart. You do that sometimes. You’re a picky picker. So…So calm the fuck down and drink your champagne.

“Mom…Mom,” You stress into the phone. You sigh as she pushes on, as if you haven’t said a thing. You pace in front of the floor to ceiling windows of Bruce’s penthouse, eyeing the sparkling lights of the city below.

Fuckssake. Why is Bruce so late? If the two if you had been at Liz’s by now, you could’ve hurriedly answered your mom’s phone and promised to call her back tomorrow. You knew saying that you had a few minutes to chat would be a mistake. She’s moved on to the latest project that she’s working on with her quilting group—and you have no idea how she even found a quilting group.

“Uh-huh…Mhm…” You glance around the apartment, eyeing the elevator. Oh, thank fuck, someone is coming up. Is it Alfred? You hope it’s Alfred. You’ve been meaning to ask him how his gardening gloves are holding up.

“Mom…No, I knew we talked about it—” You vaguely note the sound of the elevator doors opening. “I just—I don’t think a visit is in the budget right now…No, of course I want to see you, please don’t say that,” You wince, curling your arm around your middle. She’s working her guilt overtime, harder than she usually does. “Of course I miss you and dad.”

You turn at the sound of approaching footsteps and glance back, a small smile flitting across your lips as you catch sight of Bruce. You raise a finger to signal that you need a moment.

“Yeah, I know…I know I said I’d try to come see you for Christmas, but…Yes I’m still working at that store…Mom, I really can’t do this right now.” You fight the urge to reach up and scrub your hand over your face (you worked too damn hard on your makeup for this party).

“I’ll call you tomorrow, we can talk about it more then, alright?...Okay…Okay…Yes, I know. I love you, too. Okay. Bye.”

You lower your phone, pushing a breath out through puffed cheeks.

“Everything alright?” Bruce asks. You smile as he smooths his hands over your hips, drawing you back into his chest.

“Mhm. Just…Catching up with mom.” You glance back toward him, a smile pulling at your lips as he nuzzles your shoulder. “You’re late.”

“I know. Sorry,” He mumbles, voice muffled against your shoulder. “Fox started explaining some budget…Stuff. I fell asleep.”

“Oh for crying out loud,” You laugh, sagging back against him, grinning as he curls his arms around you. “You can’t fall asleep in board meetings, Bruce.”

“Sure I can. I do it all the time.”

“Sorry, let me rephrase. You shouldn’t fall asleep in board meetings.”

“...You know, that’s uncanny.”

“What is?”

“That’s exactly what Fox said.”

You smile, turning in his arm and raising your hands to cup his cheeks. You cuddle closer, sliding your hand up into his hair and leaning into his warm, sweet kiss. You can already feel some of your tension melting. Bruce slides a hand up along your back, humming as he draws back from your kiss. You smile, eyes sweeping his face, then going still at the sight of two red dots on his collar. Your brow furrows. It’s not lipstick—it can’t be, unless someone was using Bruce’s cheek as a mirror while applying unusually runny brick-shaded liquid lipstick.

“...Bruce?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you—” You dip your head a touch closer to look at the stain, “Is that blood?”

“What?” Bruce frowns, brows furrowing as he pulls his head back, eyeing the collar. “Oh. Shit. I, uh—I must’ve cut myself shaving.”

“...Where?” You ask, dipping your head and taking a look at his jaw.

“Some—Somewhere—Lemme just go change my shirt.”

You groan, stomping your feet petulantly as he pulls away. You trail after him.

“We’re already late,” You whine.

“You’re so uptight. You’ve gotta learn,” He glances back toward you as he heads to his room, “A party starting at eight means we should be there around eleven.”

“Frickin’ rich people rules. So weird,” You mutter. You lean in the doorway to Bruce’s bedroom, raising your brows as he shucks his jacket off and reaches up, undoing his tie. He does it with almost speedy efficiency, and it’s…Kind of hot. You bite your lip, watching his deft fingers undo his buttons. You catch sight of him watching you, his brows raised, lips curled into a teasing smile. Your stomach flips with embarrassment, your face heating at being caught out.

“Shut up,” You mumble before he can say a thing. His smile widens, a soft laugh pushing out through his nose.

“Can I uh…Can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure,” You nod, straightening up and taking a couple of steps into the room.

“Can you grab me something to drink?”

You go still, surprised. “...Oh. Yeah. Yeah,” You nod, taking a step back. “What do you want?”

“Why don’t you open some bubbly? It'd be nice to have a drink before we go out. Relax your obsessive need to be on time.”

“It is not obsessive.”

“It’s on its way to compulsive.”

“Which bubbly do you want? You’ve got like four in your fridge.”

“Open whichever one you want. They’re all…Hideously expensive and taste exactly the same.”

“Not true. I’ll have you know, I’ve had so much of your hoity-toity shit that I can tell the difference between a Clicquo, a De Brignac, and a Pérignon now.”

“Damn. I’m turning you into a little snob,” He chuckles, shifting his shirt on his shoulders—but he doesn’t take it off.

“You want something to eat, too?” You ask.

“Sure. There’s a chance I’ll spill and have to change my shirt again, make us even later.”

“Fuck it, no food.”

“Go on,” Bruce laughs, nodding you away. You smile, giving him one last look before you turn away. You find yourself hesitating in your step before you push on down the hall. Maybe you’re overthinking it, or reading into it, but it’s kinda….Strange that you’ve never actually seen Bruce shirtless...Or naked, for that matter. You’ve fucked, obviously, but the lights have always been off. And it’s not the first time you’ve spotted blood on his shirt collar, or sleeve, or sock. It’s never much, but…It’s strange that this has happened…Repeatedly. Maybe he is a clutz, maybe he shaves when he’s tipsy or something, but you’ve never been able to spot a scratch or a scrape—no little bit of toilet paper stuck to his chin or jaw or neck…

You ponder it as you open the fridge, drawing out a bottle of champagne before you turn to where the prosecco glasses are. You hum thoughtfully, reaching for the Tiffany and Co champagne flutes instead of the Waterford ones. You go still when they’re halfway down from the shelf, fingers grasping the stems. Wow, Bruce is right. You are turning into a snob. Two months ago, you would’ve just dumped it into a mug.

You shake the thought away, turning and setting the flutes down. You unwrap the foil and untwist the muselet (jeez, two months ago, you would’ve called it a cork-cage-thingy) before you twist off the cork (you don’t even flinch when it pops anymore). You pick up and fill each flute (tipping it to keep from building up too much head—Alfred’s taught you so much) before setting the bottle aside.

…He’s just cut himself shaving, that’s all. Tiny cut. It wasn’t a lot of blood anyway, he’s just—It’s a shaving cut. Honestly, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. He’s just a…Weird billionaire guy. A weird billionaire guy that you really, really like. There’s literally nothing for you to worry about. You're just picking things apart. You do that sometimes. You’re a picky picker. So…So calm the fuck down and drink your champagne.

It’s better that you didn’t get in there for a smooch and a feel, anyway. You’d have to re-iron your dress, maybe shower, maybe wash up, redo your makeup—And really, what’s the point. You can screw around with him later, after the party.

Or at the party. You hadn’t anticipated screwing around with Bruce after the party. Hell, you’re not complaining—your mouth’s too full to complain. You can’t help but smile as Bruce’s fingers flex on your nape. You bob your head, hand pumping along the base of his shaft as you bob your head. You go a little tense as you hear someone knock on the bathroom door behind Bruce. “Occupied,” He calls back thickly, whacking the door in turn. You lean back, tongue sweeping along the head of his cock and grinning as Bruce’s hips stutter. He gives your nape another squeeze, nodding you up. You get up, glancing over your shoulder at the door.

“Is it locked?” You mumble. “It’s locked,” He insists, pointedly jiggling and tugging the handle, the door stuttering and holding in the frame, “It’s locked.”

He steers you back toward the sink. You grin as he dips his head, brushing a kiss to your jaw and nudging you back to sit on the wide counter. Your butt nudges against the soap pump, sending it whacking against the mirror. Bruce pushes the skirt of your dress up around your hips, tugging your underwear down. You shift a little to help him take them down, wiggling one off of your ankle so that you can spread your legs. He pushes your thighs wide, smoothing his fingers over your slick pussy before easing a finger in. You push into his hand, hooking your fingers in his collar and drawing him closer. You bite your lips to keep from moaning too loudly, your head thudding back against the mirror. You let your eyes slide closed as Bruce crowds closer, sucking a kiss to your neck as he grinds his palm against your clit. You pant through parted lips, smoothing your fingers through his hair and giving it a tug. Bruce’s groan vibrates against your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin.

“Bruce,” You whisper, “Fuck, c’mon. We’re gonna be—Everyone’s gonna know what we’re doing in here.”

“Who cares?” Bruce tips his chin up, his lips brushing against your chin. “Fuck, let them know. You want them to hear you, too? I can make that happen, baby.”

Your cunt flutters around his fingers, and he chuckles, lowering his thumb to your clit. You hiss in a moan, hips stuttering.

“Bruce, if you don’t fuck me, I’m gonna find something that’s the right shape and the right size and handle it my damn self.”

He chuckles, giving your jaw a little nip before he draws his fingers out. You reach down, drawing a condom packet out of his suit jacket and ripping it open. You’ve only just gotten it on him when someone knocks again. Bruce growls, spitting, “Occupied,” Back over his shoulder. Your stomach flips at the sound. You’ve never heard him so gruff before—

“If you do coke in there, you better share!” Liz calls back, “And if you’re fucking, wipe down the counter before you come back out!”

You giggle, slapping your hand over your mouth. Oh—god, you’re never going to be able to look anyone at that party in the eye. You lower your hand to his neck as he turns back to you. Bruce snorts, turning and wrapping his hands around your back, drawing you to the edge of the counter.

“I told you they’d all know,” You manage through your giggles.

“And I told you, who cares?” He murmurs against your lips.

“Maybe I care a little.”

“Just a little?” He eases his cock into you, and you whimper softly, hand lowering to grasp his collar.

“Little more than a little,” You mumble, “Fuck.”

You curl into Bruce as his hips begin to slap against yours, his pants pushing into the column of your neck.

“What are we supposed to wipe down these—goddamn countertops with, anyway?” You ask, curling your arms around his shoulders.

“Could use your underwear,” Bruce teases, “Or one of those stupid monogrammed hand towels.”

“You’re rich, why don’t you have those?”

“I do, they’re at the manor. Alfred doesn’t let me use them.”

Bruce silences your shriek of laughter, catching your lips with his.

“...Hey.”

You’re almost asleep when he speaks up. You’re becoming sort of obsessed with Bruce’s blackout curtains; you can hardly see a damn thing. You wriggle back into Bruce’s chest, sliding a leg back between his.

“Mm?” You hum. Bruce presses up close, sliding his hand over your bare skin.

“What were you saying to your mom earlier? About a trip?”

You groan softly, squeezing your always closed eyes tight.

“Nothing, it was just…It was nothing.”

“Didn’t sound like nothing.”

“No, it was…” You clear your throat, shifting in Bruce's arms. “It was just…She’s been kinda harping on me coming to Metropolis to visit…Or live, you know. Especially after the whole thing at the store. She just worries, that’s all. She thinks I’m gonna go to work and get shot or something.”

Bruce doesn’t answer for a few moments, his fingers smoothing over your belly.

“...You almost did get shot at work,” He points out. You groan softly, turning your face into the pillow.

“Bruce, please,” You plead. “I can barely do this with my mom, I can’t do it with you, too. Please.”

“Alright,” Bruce concedes softly, nuzzling into your neck and dropping a kiss there. “Alright.”

You don’t realize how tense you are until Bruce smooths his hand over your side, then down over your thigh. Your body sags into the mattress, your eyes unclenching and blinking into the darkness. You draw in a deep breath before you reach down, resting your hand atop his, smiling as he intertwines your fingers.

“...Don’t think I can ever look Liz in the eye again,” You mumble after a moment.

“What, ‘cause we fucked in one of her bathrooms? Please,” He chuckles, “Her cleaner’ll bleach it. It’ll be like we were never there.”

“Yeah, but we were…And we did, you know.”

“I know.”

“I’ve never fucked in anyone else’s house before.”

“You like it?”

“It was…Thrilling is the wrong word.”

“Mm, but it was the first one that came to mind?”

“It was new,” You correct with a chuckle. “Different.”

“Kinda fun?”

“Very fun.”

“Good,” He murmurs. He turns his head, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. “Go to sleep, baby.”

You go quiet, steadying your breath as you feel your fatigue tugging you under.

“Stay in bed, Bruce,” You mumble before dropping off completely.

It’s sort of a relief when Bruce doesn’t bring up what your mom said again. It’s even more of a relief when your mom doesn’t bring it up again, though it’s sort of…Perplexing. Usually your mom twists the little guilt knife in even deeper when you’re already on her little guilt hook. You don’t think she means anything by it, really. Well—no more than any other mom missing her kid.

But it is an absolute shock when, three weeks later, the doors to the elevator open and your parents step out into the penthouse. Your mother shrieks at the sight of you, dropping a paper bag by the elevator and darting to you.

You can’t speak for a moment. Your mouth works wordlessly, brow furrowing as your mom hurries over to you.

“Oh…Oh my god. Oh my god—” You finally manage, wrapping your arms around your mom and holding her close, reaching for your dad as he gets closer. You hold the two of them, squeezing your eyes shut.

“How are you…How are you here, what happened? Is everything okay?” You ask, drawing back to get a good look at both of them.

“Your friend brought us in! Put us up at a fancy hotel and all!” Your mom says excitedly.

“My…My friend, which friend? There’s no way Michelle could afford to do this—”

“Not Michelle,” Your mother chuckles, “Bruce!”

“...Bruce,” You repeat, stunned. The revelation wells up a further shock and a feeling of warmth in you. “Bruce brought you here, Bruce did this?”

“Yes. He’s quite nice—Very handsome, even more handsome up close,” Your mother waggles her brows. “Why haven’t you told us about him?”

“I—We can talk about this later, um—Are you hungry? Do you want something to drink?”

“No, it’s okay! Bruce’s butler is getting something for us. Allen, or Albert—” Your father frowns, thinking.

“Alfred,” You correct—perhaps a little too quickly, and with too defensive a tone. Your parents share a look, glancing between one another before meeting your gaze again.

“Alfred,” Your mother agrees. “Anyway! He said he’ll be up with it in…In a bit, wow! Look at this view!” She and your dad step away from you, looking around the apartment with interest. You find yourself at loose ends, shoving your hands into your back pockets. You don’t want to seem to familiar with Bruce, but you know every corner of the penthouse. You just watch them explore, tell them that you’re fine, the work is okay. You ask them how their trip was (fine), how long the trip is (a few days), where they’re staying (The Gotham Royal Hotel, can you believe it?—and given Bruce's penchant for not doing anything by half-measures, yes, you can).

“Can you, um…Can you two excuse me for a moment? I just need to run to the bathroom,” You smile, gesturing over your shoulder. Your parents nod, more interested in looking around the living room. You half-run down the hall, stepping past the bathroom and walking over to Bruce’s bedroom. You duck inside, pulling up Bruce’s contact information and hurriedly calling him. He might be in some board meeting, or sleeping off a hangover (he went to a Gotham Griffins game the night before, and based on Instagram, he took the whole team out to celebrate their win afterward). You wait on tenterhooks biting your lip and shifting from foot to foot. It’s only two rings before you hear him answer the phone.

“Yeah?” He asks. You can’t say anything for a moment. You don’t even know what you can say. The fact that your parents are out in the living room—that they’re in Gotham, a city that they swore they’d never come back to when they left it—the fact that Bruce did this for you—

Your chest flutters like a thousand restless butterflies have made a home in it. You raise a hand to your face, scrubbing across your watering eyes as Bruce presses, “...You there?”

You draw in a deep breath, trying to disguise your sniffle, and nodding despite the fact that he can’t see you.

“Thank you,” You breathe. “Thank you, thank you, I—I don’t know how, or what you did to—...Bruce, this is insane.”

“Too much?”

“No,” You laugh shakily. “No, I…It’s perfect. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You can hear his relief, his smile.

“Where are you?” You ask.

“I’ve got some things that I need to take care of at the Manor, some stuff to circle back on with Alfred, and then I’ve gotta talk to Fox.”

You bite your lip. You want to ask to see him, but you don’t want to push—especially after he did this for you—

“I’ll be back in time for dinner, and Alfred will drive your parents back to the hotel.”

You close your eyes. Back in time for dinner. That shouldn’t hit you so close to the heart, but your chest pangs with it nonetheless. It feels so fucking tender, and sweet. But then, that’s your Bruce. That’s the man that you see, not the one that he shows to the world.

“Okay,” You murmur, nodding. “You are getting a hell of a thank you when you get here.”

“Already got a hell of one.”

“You’re getting a better one.”

Bruce chuckles, warming you.

“I’ll see you tonight, alright?”

“Okay.” Love you. It sits on your lips. It’s right there. It’s too soon, but it’s true. You love Bruce. You’re pretty sure you’re in love with Bruce. Fuck. Fuck.

“...Hey,” Bruce murmurs. “You still there?”

“Yes,” You nod again. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Love you. I love you. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Bye, baby.”

“Bye.” You draw your phone back from your face, watching as the call ends. Love you. I am in love with you. Shit. Shit.

It’s so easy to sit across from your parents at Bruce’s dinner table with Bruce by your side, his arm curled around your shoulders. You thought it may be a bit more awkward, but it’s clear that Bruce and your parents have spoken a fair amount since Bruce contacted them about coming to see you (god, you can only imagine; your mother can be such a chatterbox. You’d pay to see those call times).

You glance over at Bruce as his fingers absently skim your arm, smiling as you turn to look at him. He’s paying attention to what your father is saying (about the inferiority of the Metropolis Metros, and his high hopes for his fantasy football league this season). You take in Bruce's profile: the calm smile on his face; the fanning of his lashes as he blinks; the steady, interested focus that he watches your father with; the way his lips quirk with some joke or another. You miss your father's joke, but there's a burst of laughter from Bruce and your parents. You can’t help the softening of your smile as Bruce turns to look at you. His eyes sweep your face, brows furrowing questioningly. You give a reassuring nod, and fight the urge to lean in for a kiss. Nothing salacious, just a little peck—

But you pull back the urge in favor of reaching down and giving his knee a gentle squeeze. That’s nothing salacious, either. It’s just another silent thanks. You’ve been trying to give them all night—with smiles, hand-squeezes, knee-squeezes, anything you can manage.

“It’s getting late,” Your father says, sitting up, “We’ve had, uh—Pretty long day.”

“Of course,” Bruce nods, sitting up as well and meeting Alfred’s eyes over the counter. Alfred nods in turn, heading for the coat closet. You smile, standing as the others do and heading for the elevator with your parents.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow,” You smile.

“For breakfast?” Your father asks.

“Ah…Probably lunch, or dinner? I’ve got a shift from eight to five.”

“Oh, can’t you take off,” Your mother pouts.

“I can’t tomorrow, mom, but—Maybe the day after? I didn’t know you were coming, so, you know, I didn’t have a chance to ask for a day off.”

“Just take a sick day!” Your mother insists.

“I really can’t, mom, it would be way too short notice.”

“Oh, please?” Your mother presses. You draw in a deep breath and hold it for a moment to quell your irritation. This has been your mom’s tactic for quite a while—pleading like a child, like you did when you were young. It’s always driven you nuts—

“I was actually thinking the two of you could, uh—Get a private tour of the botanical gardens tomorrow," Bruce offers, stepping closer and resting his hand on your lower back.

“The botanical gardens!” Your mother’s brows raise, stunned. “That would be absolutely lovely!”

“Great. It starts at three, so you can have a nice, easy morning,” Bruce smiles.

You bite back a smile as you tack on, “We can have dinner afterward.”

“That is a good plan—Thank you,” Your father nods to Alfred as he takes his coat.

“Thank you,” Your mother echoes—“Oh!” She takes hold of the paper bag that Alfred holds out to her. “Bruce, this is for you! It’s just a little something that I made,” She waves off, “Very silly.”

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” Bruce grins. “Thank you.”

“Goodnight!” Your mother gives you another quick hug. “I’ll text you in the morning!”

“Okay,” You nod before leaning up to hug your father as well. You bite back an embarrassed groan as your mother leans in, hurriedly hugging Bruce. Your father shakes Bruce’s hand before the two get into the elevator with Alfred. You step in front of the elevator, waving at them as the doors shut. You puff out a soft breath as they drop out of view.

“Bruce,” You sigh, “I literally cannot tell you…” You trail off as you turn around, frowning when you find Bruce a little misty-eyed, looking down into the bag. You take a wary step closer, brow furrowing. “Bruce? What is it?”

He glances up at you, lips pressed into a thin, watery smile.

“...Your mother made me a quilt.”

Next Part

#Bruce Wayne x Reader #Bruce Wayne x You #Bruce Wayne/Reader #Bruce Wayne/You #Bruce Wayne fic #Bruce Wayne imagine #The Other Half

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tiza0925 · 2 years

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A Slight Problem | 18 +

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Tanjiro has soft dom vibes here, Dry Humping or Clothed Sex (whichever you prefer to call it), A little bit of begging (from the reader), Female reader, Praise kink, hints of a breeding kink, Thigh riding, ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER THE AGE OF 18

Pairing: Tanjiro Kamado x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The thing is—

You honestly enjoy those moments where everything is quiet.

It’s just you and Tanjiro—lying in either a bed or his couch—

And you get to be in his arms—sometimes he finds himself cuddled in yours—and it’s comforting.

You feel safe. Warm.

There’s nowhere else you rather be than here—letting him hug you from behind, with your back pressed against his chest.

You enjoy listening to his soft breathing near your ear—how it sends a slight shiver down your spine with every fan of his warm breath tickling your ear.

How you can feel his chest rise and fall ever so delicately against your body.

That his one arm that’s draped over your waist feels so grounding in a way—

You love cuddling with him—and that includes taking naps with him as well.

It’s something that was supposed to happen—you were trying to sleep—except…

You bite onto your lower lip to suppress a whimper from escaping your mouth when you feel his leg move.

…You didn’t get the chance to fall asleep as he did.

Not when he has one leg bent and resting between your legs.

Not when, every time he moves, his knee accidentally brushes against your panties.

And it’s made all the worse by the fact that you’re only wearing one of his shirts and underwear—meaning the only barrier between his knee and your cunt is an extremely thin piece of fabric.

And god—it’s been having such a major impact on you for a while now.

Your stomach gets ignited with heat every time you feel him press against you—and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

It’s torture because you can’t do anything about it—not unless you want to wake him up but—

But he’s been working so hard lately—he deserves the nap.

Your needs—no matter how strong they might be right now—can wait.

You huff out a small breath, steeling your nerves to calm yourself down.

Just give it some time—a few deep breaths—and your body will relax.

But—

It’s so fucking hard when his leg is right there, and all you need to do is faintly move your hips to get some more stimulation.

It feels too good, even if your movement is small, careful, and slow—it sends electricity up your nerves with every tiny roll of your hips, causing your breath to hitch every so often—

Wait.

Stop.

No.

You shouldn’t be doing this now.

Fuck.

Your body stills, and you swallow thickly as you squeeze your eyes shut, your brows furrowing as you try to focus on something else.

Something to cool yourself down.

Anything that isn’t related to Tanjiro and how good his body feels against yours, or how heavy his hand feels on your waist—almost pinning you down—

“You okay?”

Your breath immediately hitches, and your eyes blow wide open as soon as you hear him ask that question.

Shit.

“...Um…” You gulp, feeling dry in the throat, as you attempt to force your mouth to say something—

“I felt you moving around,” Tanjiro murmurs, his voice sounds heavy and low, and his hand that was around your waist is now holding onto your hip—his thumb rubbing small circles into your skin. “And you smell distressed.”

You wince, feeling guilt begging to creep at the back of your throat because—

Fuck, you did wake him up, didn’t you?

All because you couldn’t control yourself, god—

“I-I’m fine,” It’s only a partial lie—it's a problem that you can deal with on your own, not something Tanjiro needs to worry about at this moment.

There’s a beat of silence, one that has you waiting with bated breath on what he’s going to say or do.

If he’s mad or annoyed or—

“…Are you sure, love?” Tanjiro doesn’t sound like he believes you, and he sniffles with a frown. “Because your scent smells…” he pauses to wrinkle his nose, “…off.”

Of course, you can’t blame him in this situation—even though, yes, your scent should be really obvious at this point.

But he just got up from a nap and woke up to feeling your ass pushing up against his groin—hot pleasure hitting him in the gut, not giving him a second to think.

So, yes, his senses and ability to think coherently is a little behind for the moment.

Feeling your face burst with heat, you begin to squirm, thinking that maybe you two should switch positions. “I—“

But whatever you planned on saying gets cut off when you let out a soft, surprised gasp when Tanjiro shifts—causing his leg that’s between your thighs to move against you and—

Tanjiro pauses when he feels something damp against his knee.

And he will curse himself in the future for not being able to detect what’s going on as soon as possible, but—

He blinks, and this time—he takes a deeper breath, his nostrils flaring open a little more as he inhales the scent around him, letting it take its course in his mind.

It allows him to pick out another scent that’s been floating in this room—one that he’s surprised he never picked up on before because—

Once he detects it—

Tanjiro sucks in a sharp breath. “Oh.”

God—it’s so fucking heady and thick, making his eyes roll back a little at just how overwhelming it is.

How did he not realize it before?

And more importantly—

He lets out a little breath, and you feel him leave a tender kiss on the back of your head—it almost feels apologetic—before he’s moving his head so that his lips are near your ear.

Your entire frame shivers at the fan of his breath against the shell of your ear, and fuck—his voice is thick with sleep, it's so raspy and low, it rumbles throughout your body. “I’m sorry, love, I didn’t realize I was doing that to you.”

And you want to say that it’s okay—he can try going back to sleep, it’s nothing to worry about—

But—

His hand begins to move under the hem of the shirt that you’re wearing, and he continues with an apologetic murmur, “Making you suffer like that…”

You take in a sharp inhale when you feel Tanjiro’s fingers brush against your stomach, and it almost tickles with the way his fingers feel so featherlight against it.

Swallowing hard, you manage to get a few words out between deep breaths, “I...didn’t want to wake you up.”

You can’t see it, but there’s a slight smirk on his face, and his hand is still travelling until he gets to your chest, his fingers teasing its presence against the underside of your breast. “Well, I’m awake now, sweetheart.”

Right.

You purse your lips, muffling a gasp when you feel the tips of his fingers brush against your nipple—sending sparks of electricity to travel up your body.

He doesn’t move his hand any further—his thumb comes up to roll slow, small circles over your sensitive nipple, while he leaves little kisses along the side of your neck.

And you can’t help the soft moans that leave your mouth—your lips parted the more he twirls your nipple, making your cunt pulsate against his leg and—

Oh—he definitely felt that.

“Here,” This time, when Tanjiro moves his leg, it’s with purpose as he lightly grinds it against your pulsing cunt. “Let me help you.”

“Oh—“ You let out a wet gasp, feeling way more stimulation on your clit as Tanjiro rubs the surface of his leg against it, coupled with the sensation of your nipple being played with.

And Tanjiro...isn’t faring any better.

Hearing you moan like that? So needy and soft, all because of him?

Feeling the heat from your body against his—how your hips are subtly rolling against him, causing him to grow harder by the second.

It’s making his head spin with need, and god—he can’t get over how sweet you smell.

It’s like some spell that he doesn’t want to get out of, and he’s trying to keep it together—to simply lie back and let you use his leg for your pleasure—

But it’s hard.

Especially when he can feel your panties becoming soaked against his leg, and he can’t help his mind from thinking about your pussy drooling all over his cock instead.

Fuck.

“I’m—“ You pause with a shiver, your lips going into a small pout when you roll your hips again, trying to seek more friction and stimulation.

But it’s not enough.

It’s—

“Hm?” Tanjiro hums, his attention returning to you as he very gently pinches your nipple, making you whimper. “What was that, love?”

It’s not fair how calm he sounds, while you’re over here nearly out of your mind—barely able to say more than a few words with how much you’re panting.

“I—I need—“

It doesn’t take long for him to understand what you’re trying to say, not with how much more demanding your movements have become and he can detect the frustration coming from you.

He stifles a snort, and instead—he makes sure to mumble against your ear in that low baritone of his, his thumb flicking your nipple as he continues to move his leg against your panties. “You want more?”

Yes—fuck, yes.

You nod vehemently, biting your lower lip and moaning because you need more than this.

What he’s doing obviously feels good—

But you need him to touch you more.

You need to feel him inside you—to feel the girth of his dick stretching you open and filling you in the way you love.

Tanjiro lets out another hum like he’s considering it, and there’s hope that begins to rise inside you that he might actually give it to you—

“I think,” He grazes his teeth over your ear, “you can last a little longer like this, don’t you?”

You feel heat burst in your chest; the subtle controlling tone from him does things to you and it’s not fair.

“Please,” It comes out more as a breathless whisper that flows from your lips, and Tanjiro—

He’s not immune to hearing you plead like that—god, he loves hearing you say please with his name in it.

It causes all of his blood to flow south, his heart rate speeding up just because of it.

But—as much as he would love to give in—

“It’s okay,” Tanjiro kisses the skin behind your ear, rocking his hips very faintly while he moves his leg to rub your engorged clit through your panties—putting the right amount of pressure to have you keening.

—He wants to have you fall apart like this first.

To have you work for your little orgasm that you’ve been wanting for a while, now.

“You can do it,” He’s sweet with his words, dripping in golden honey with every praise he gives and every swipe of his thumb of your overly sensitive nipple.

And honestly—if it wasn’t for those words being murmured so close to your ear, making you feel every word vibrate with how low his voice is—

He gives your breast a small squeeze. “You’re doing so well for me.”

—You wouldn’t have been on the very edge of falling into your orgasm already.

Your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks as you take in a shaky breath, and you reach one hand behind you to scrape your nails along Tanjiro’s scalp—feeling his soft locks fill in the gaps between your fingers.

And you pull his head a little closer—not that he minds as he happily complies—and you rest your head back a little, accepting the fact that he is not giving you what you want until you cum like this first.

Tanjiro groans at the feeling of you slightly pulling onto his hair, a hot thrill running through him at the reminder of how much you would pull onto his hair whenever he had his head between your thighs—his tongue fucking you relentlessly.

How strong your hold would be on his head—and he always found it so damn endearing.

He moves his head to suck on that sensitive spot on your neck—a place that he knows will drive you crazy and have you panting a litany of swear words.

And he sucks on it, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm—

Whispering all these praises of, “Being such a good girl,” and all the things he will reward you with for listening so well.

And—

It’s not what you expected to be the reason why you finally feel heat exploding from your clit and shaking your body with small waves of an orgasm, but—

You hear him murmur how he promises to fill you with his cum after this—and you shouldn’t be so turned on by it, but you can’t help the image of your pussy leaking his cum popping into your head.

How wrecked it would be and evidence of him claiming you—of him being yours—

And that…

The idea of that—is what does it for you.

You choke out a moan and turn your head into the pillow as tiny spasms wrack your body, small waves of pleasure rolling through you and you ride out your orgasm on his leg.

He doesn’t stop—just guiding you through it as he feels you practically leaving a small bit of fluid on his leg, your cunt pulsating every few seconds as you slowly begin to calm down.

You can’t see or hear anything right at this moment—everything is just white, hot pleasure as you continue to lazily grind your hips against his leg.

It's good—so, so fucking good.

It takes a moment for you to finally gain your senses back, and when you do—

“…So lovely, such a perfect girl, just for me.”

You hear him murmuring that close to you, his hand now leaving your breast to inch closer to where the band of your underwear is.

You don’t say anything—you’re still trying to level out your breathing as you come down from your orgasm, letting Tanjiro’s hand ghost over your panties but never actually slipping his hand inside.

“Do you feel better, now?” You hear him ask quietly, a soft and caring timbre to his tone, making you sigh deeply as you lift your head from the pillow and rest your cheek on it to nod.

Tanjiro smiles, seemingly satisfied with that, and shifts his hips to get into a more comfortable position.

But—

As he does that—you can feel his bugle press against the curve of your ass and—

You tug your lower lip behind your top teeth, stifling another moan from escaping because he feels so big against you and—he’s hard.

Achingly so.

And the more you feel him against you, the more that arousal inside your belly grows, heat already beginning to course through your blood again because—

The realization gradually sinks in that whatever you just started tonight...

It isn’t over yet.

End, for now :)

#tanjiro smut #tanjiro kamado smut #kamado tanjirou smut #tanjirou kamado x reader smut #tanjiro x reader smut #tanjiro x y/n smut #tanjirou x y/n smut #tanjiro kamado x you smut #kamado tanjirou x reader smut #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba smut #kny smut #kny x reader smut #tanjirou x reader smut #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer

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leasstories · 6 months

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Meant to Meet

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

TW: Failed suicide attempt, trauma, blood

WC: ≈1.1K

Image credit : if it’s yours please tell me

April 15th 1986, Ascension St. Vincent Hospital, Indianapolis

Your eyes start to open, you don't understand where you are. The light in the room is so bright that you are squinting your eyes. Are you finally dead? Is it why it is so bright? But the more you regain consciousness the more aware of your surroundings you are. You can smell the sterile hospital air, you can hear the bip of machines maintaining people alive. Is there one maintaining you alive? You don't know yet. You can also feel the IVs plugged in your hands. What a shame, you think, I'm still alive.

This isn't your first attempt and you know the drill really well. They save you, monitor you, keep you there until you fake feeling better and it starts all over again.

Then, after several minutes of squinting your eyes because of the bright light, you turn to the side, and to your surprise, you're not alone in your room. The first person you see is a young curly haired boy with a "Thinking cap" on his head, sat in a chair. And then, in the bed next to yours, lies a boy in his twenties, like you. Most of the bip from machines you can hear comes from him.

You're tired so you close your eyes, and fall asleep again, despite the sterile atmosphere. You have nothing better to do anyway. You wake up a few hours later, to a nurse changing your roommate's bandages. You can see several deep cuts on his torso. His cuts look nasty and deep, you try not to stare too much, because even if he isn't awake, you know you wouldn't like your hospital roomate looking at your cuts or scars.

After a good 15 minutes, the nurse leaves the room, you turn toward your unconscious roommate, wondering why he is in the hospital. You can see he has a brown mop of curly hair, he seems peaceful, it almost looks like he is asleep.

This man intrigues you, you find him beautiful in a way you never found anyone. You wish he could be awake, to at least know his name.

About 12 hours later, your wish is coming true as the curly haired boy next to you wakes up from his coma. He is the one waking you up actually, as he wakes up screaming. You rub your eyes, look around you and see that no one is there to reassure him. Careful of your IVs, you get out of your bed and go sit in the chair next to his bed. That’s when you notice his beautiful big brown eyes. Up close, and awake, he is even more handsome.

You look at him sweetly before whispering. “Hey, hey it’s okay. You’re okay. You’re in the hospital. Do you know why?” You softly tell the young man. You felt the need to reassure him because you know what it is to wake up all alone in the hospital and not knowing where you are, and if you can at least make him understand that he is safe, then you’ll be glad.

At your words and proximity the young man seems even more scared so you decide to introduce yourself. “I’m YN, I’m not here to hurt you. The doctors just put me in the same room as you, I am a patient as well”

The young man tries to speak but his voice is really hoarse after almost a month of misuse “I’m Eddie” he manages to say, seeming less scared of you.

“You don’t have to talk if it’s hurting you, Eddie” you tell him. “Just, if you can, tell me what I can do for you”

Eddie coughs before speaking again, voice still hoarse: “why… why are you here?”

“That’s a loaded question…” you answer honestly. “I… I took too many pills” You end up telling him after a while, feeling ashamed.

Eddie, is reaching out to you, holding his hand out, you take it and he caresses your knuckles, trying to comfort you as much as he can. He waits for a while before speaking again. “It wasn’t accidental was it?”

You look down and you let go of Eddie’s hand, feeling even more ashamed. You even start to get up, all you want to do now is hide in the hospital bed’s sheet and not have to see the beautiful man you’re sharing a room with.

“Wait!” He says, his voice still hoarse. When you stop dead in your tracks he keeps going “I’m not going to judge you”

You’re still mortified and make no move to go back closer to him, you even slowly keep walking to your bed.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Eddie asks softly.

You vehemently shake your head no.

“It’s okay…” Eddie answers reassuringly “please, I’d like it if you came back next to me. I wanna get to know you” Eddie earnestly tells you.

“No you don’t” you mutter under your breath.

“Hey, hey stop that” Eddie says while trying to sit down but wincing in pain.

When you see him wince you rush next to him before saying “eh… be careful…” You then help him lay back down and before you can run away, Eddie takes your hand in his and holds it. He is intensely looking at you, with his big brown eyes. “Thank you,” he says.

You still avoid Eddie’s gaze, ashamed by your earlier confession. “It’s nothing really”

“Hey look at me please” Eddie tells you.

You look at Eddie, shame written all over your face.

"You don't have to be ashamed darling. I know we just met and I know it isn't easy to be vulnerable, but if you need to talk I'm here... 'kay?" Eddie tells you. "There is nothing to be ashamed of"

You look down at Eddie's hand holding yours and then look at him again. "What happened to you?" you ask.

"I thought I was going to die..." Eddie starts, closing his eyes shut, the memories of what happened to him in the Upside Down overwhelming him. You start rubbing his knuckles with your fingers in order to comfort him. "It is a long story you wouldn't believe..." he ends up saying.

"I would believe you, but if it's too hard for you to talk about it, it's fine, I'm not going to force you" you answer earnestly.

“Thank you” Eddie says before bringing your hand to his lips and gently kissing it. You blush hard. “You’re beautiful” he then says. “and I hate the fact that we could have never met,” Eddie says.

“Thank you Eddie… you’re beautiful too. whenever we get out of here, would you like to go grab a coffee maybe?”

“With pleasure lovely. But meanwhile, while we’re stuck in this hospital bedroom together, we should use this time to get to know each other better.”

And for the first time in your life, you do not regret the fact that your attempt failed.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson lives #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson hurt/comfort #Spotify

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the-laughing-lunatic · 2 months

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Mediscout cute headcanons!!!

(Omg yea I love these guys so much, def one of my main ships. I also rlly like their dynamic in emesis blue but y’know, not very cute. I have a lot of thoughts about these guys so I accidentally made this really long— word count: 1714. Thx for requesting! :3)

Medic x Scout headcanons!

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

☆Platonic☆

Scout’s definitely scared of Medic at first

I mean, when your coworker mentions plans about putting a baboon uterus inside you you’re gonna be a little on edge

Avoids checkups for so long Medic has to find him and drag Scout himself to the medbay

“Sheiße, you are acting like a little child right now, it is not such a big deal Herr Scout. I am simply going to check a few things.”

“Well I’m sorry if I ain’t too thrilled to have some psycho puttin’ needles or animal parts or whatever in me.”

Medic groaned. “I just need to check your temperature, heart rate, and blood pressure. Now can you please shut your mouth and let me work?”

While he took Scout’s heart rate, both annoyed, Archimedes flew to Scout’s shoulder and nuzzled into the man’s neck

After the checkup Medic sighed and ushered his dove over. “Him? Really Archimedes?”

The dove cooed. “Well then, I trust your judgement, I suppose I’ll try to be nicer to him.”

After that he did try to be kinder to Scout, staying around him more, listening to what he’s saying at dinner, looking through his room to learn more about him—

That’s not how Scout interpreted it though, and one day when Medic was trailing a little too close to him again he just snapped “Will you fuckin’ cut it out!?”

“Cut what out?”

“This- this weird stalkerish thing you’re doing. What, you makin’ fun of me? You gonna take my organs in the middle of the night? What do you want?”

“Oh. I was trying to be nicer to you. I could stop if you want.”

“If you wanna be nice you could try talkin’ to me for once.”

And Medic did

Both of them are absolute yappers, and Scout quickly got more comfortable with Medic as they talked more

He’ll never forget the first time he saw Medic laugh

Like, genuinely laugh

He’d seen Medic laugh many times before, either on the operating table or during battle but it was always just…scary

When he actually laughed Scout couldn’t help but laugh as well, because Medic’s real laugh was so different of what he had thought of him

It was warm and nice, and suddenly Medic wasn’t just this psycho ex-doctor, he was also his friend

When they go out for drinks Medic often has to carry Scout back to the base because of his incredibly low alcohol tolerance (not that it’s hard though)

Medic would teach Scout how to take care of his birds in the case he was especially busy, Scout’s their godfather now

I feel like they’d also work well in a qpr, though Medic would have to help Scout a little since he’s been comfortable with his asexuality for longer and has probably been in one before

I headcanon them as both on the ace spectrum so I’m gonna delve into that a bit

I feel like Scout is graysexual while Medic is completely sex-repulsed

Scout honestly would’ve thought he was allosexual for the rest of his life until he heard Medic talking about how being ace felt for him

And he was like “huh, I relate to some of that”

Scout definitely has a lot of questions though

“So like- what’s romantic? Cus I don’t wanna take this too far, but you’re my cucumber, or squash— whatever the word is an’ I wanna show that I care about ya.”

“It’s zucchini, Jeremy. And the point of being in a queerplatonic relationship is that we get to make our own rules for what works for us. All you have to do is ask me if you want to try something.”

“Oh, um, well then. Is it okay if I kiss your cheek, doc?”

“Yes, Jeremy, it’s very okay.”

♡

Biggest dorks ever btw

Just so you know

☆Romantic☆

Medic would fall in love (or realize it at least) over something trivial

Accidentally brushing hands, a word of praise after a battle that made Medic especially appreciated, Scout falling asleep on his shoulder at movie night, etc.

It was weird, because Scout was almost the opposite of his type, he was loud, arrogant, and less than intelligent, but he accepted Scout as the outlier

Even though Medic fell first he didn’t initiate it

Though his moral compass was less than straight when it came to advancing the field of medicine, it felt weird to be the one starting anything with a guy nearly 20 years younger than him

He even performed a brain scan on Scout just to double-check his brain was fully developed (surprisingly, it was) so he could feel less weird about his crush

For a long time he just thought of it as an enjoyable distraction, not anything that could go anywhere

Scout liked Ms. Pauling, and Medic was fine with it. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to date Scout, he just liked the idea of a relationship, and Scout was an attractive man he could project those wants onto.

At least that’s how he reasoned it to himself

The giddy laugh Medic couldn’t help but let out every time he saw him, the way he always made sure to be gentler when he gave Scout his shots, how a Boston accent now equaled attractive in his mind (that didn’t come from Scout though, that’d be ridiculous)

With Scout though, his moment of realization was much less trivial

He was at four health a minute away from the end of the match, desperately trying to keep the blood from the bullet wound in so he wouldn’t have to go to respawn

Getting in respawn at the end of a match was miserable, because you might get stuck in there for hours after so everyone tried to avoid it at all costs

Scout’s eyes widened as he watched his health drop to three, no dispenser in sight

He closed his eyes and mentally prepared himself for sitting in the cold room for god know how long, until he saw a light above him

Holding his medigun, Medic stood above him, and the red glow surrounding him as he healed him made him almost look like an angel, his saviour

A psychotic angel, but an angel nonetheless

He felt Medic grab him by his collar (at what point did his knees go weak?) and say to him “Get up schweinhund, and fight.”

They won the match, at least that’s what Scout heard, he didn’t remember anything after Medic saved him

His entire body was on autopilot until the time he went to bed, when he had all night to think about how he was definitely attracted to guys

He definitely had a type though, regardless of gender

Glasses, dark hair, smarter and more mature than him (though that was a low bar), an itty bitty bit psychotic and have huge honkers— (jk jk jk)

Scout starts coming to the medbay for the tiniest things now so he can see Medic more

“Medic, I got a splinter” “Medic, my elbow’s sore” “Medic, I have a major crush on you and don’t know what to do with it”

After a bit of this, Scout just gave up excuses, Medic didn’t seem to mind his company

It became routine, after dinner Scout’d follow him to the medbay and talk with him while Medic filled out paperwork, occasionally giving a nod or short question to let Scout know he was still listening

One night though, Scout didn’t follow him back

Medic was disappointed, he had gotten rather fond of his chatter, but shrugged it off as Scout being tired

After a few minutes of paperwork, there was a knock at the door

He opened it to see a very nervous Scout holding a bouquet of roses

“H- hey doc! Um, y’know, we’ve been hangin’ out for a while, I really like you, and I hope you at least like me a little, so, uh, wanna go on a date sometime? Please?”

Medic just stands there for a solid bit before taking the flowers and smiling. “I’d love to.”

Scout takes him to a nice restaurant (that was definitely his idea and not Spy’s) and pays the bill for the both of them, which was substantial because Medic has a taste for the most expensive things on the menu

And Scout is a hella picky eater

“So like, can I have the steak, but - and stay with me here - you grind it up, grill it, cut one of the rolls in half and add the steak, along with fuckin’ ketchup, mustard, lettuce, pickles—”

“Sir, are you describing a burger to me?”

“...yeah?”

“It’s on the kids menu.”

“Oh. Sweet, then can I have that?”

After the date Medic lets Scout kiss him

They suck I hate them so much I don’t think about them all the time (lying)

Nicknames Scout calls Medic: Doc, Angel, Angelcakes, Babe

Nicknames Medic calls Scout: Hase, Schatz, Liebling, Dear

On the battlefield Scout’s constantly by Medic

“Hey Angelcakes, check this out!” “Didja see that? Didja see that?”

If they have to be separated any time Scout sees him he’ll give Medic a kiss

“Hase you’re at ten health, can you please stop trying to kiss me for a second so I can heal you?”

“Ugh, fine.”

After he’s done Medic gives Scout a kiss. “Thank you, on your way.”

Clingy ass motherfuckers

Scout’s way more obvious with it than medic though

Medic hardly even has to do anything, they’ll just be talking and Scout’ll notice half-way in the conversation that he’s cuddled up in Medic’s arms

Scout often sits in Medic’s lap as he works, rambling on about some comic he read or whatever.

After a few months of dating Medic only sleeps in Scout’s room

It feels more homey than his, which he admittedly already slept in very little due to his unfortunate habit of passing out at his desk

Nights often consist of Scout cuddled into Medic’s chest while Medic reads aloud to the both of them

(real talk reading together is such an underrated couple activity can we talk about this—)

“ —alright, that’s the end of the chapter. Liebling, are you asleep?”

“Nah, just relaxed. Love you angel.”

“I love you too Jeremy, Goodnight.”

They are the biggest saps ever and I will stand by this until the day I die

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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