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neonghostlights · 10 months

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I am SO happy that you’re taking requests! Your work is fantastic, I adore seeing you pop up on my feed 🥰

Could I request a little angsty piece with Rockstar Eddie? He’s gone a little off the rails, enjoying everything that comes with being young, hot and famous and you ended up breaking things off with him as his behaviour got more and more inexcusable.

Six Months after you break up, he shows up at your door in the rain, crying, full of regret. He begs ‘take me away from this big bad world and agree to marry me, so we can start over again’ (yes that’s from a blur song 🤣)

I’m happy for you to run with this and let your creative juices flow! Thank you Angel 😇

Aw thank you so much❤️! I really hope you like this one! Rockstar!Eddie Munson x ex!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Break up, Crying, Alcohol, Hurt/Comfort, 18+ only

Wordcount: 2.1k

Memories

The cardboard box of memories sat in the middle of your kitchen island. It had been there for a few hours, ever since you got brave enough to pull it out the back of your closet.

You knew you needed to get rid of it, it wasn’t healthy to hold onto. But you found yourself doing this once a month, when you heard a song on the radio that was too familiar or someone was brave enough to mention his name when you were within hearing distance. You would always shove it back in the closet when you were done, promising yourself you would never do this again.

The rain and wind hit the windows so hard you thought they might crack. You could blame the weather on your mood, and not the fact that today was the six month anniversary of the break up. You had just gotten to the point you could call it the break up mentally and out loud. There was a time where you could only bear to refer to it as the separation or the incident. You liked to think you were making some progress.

That was until tonight, of course.

You pulled the box off the counter, making your way to your living room. You set it on the wooden coffee table with a thud. The creases of the box were fraying from carrying over its weight limit. One day you’d have to throw it all out. But not today.

You reached in and grabbed the tape you knew would be right on top like it always was. You popped it in the radio, letting the sound of Never Tear Us Apart play. He never liked this song but you did. You played it enough that he started to sing along to it too, and then that turned into dancing to it in the living room together.

It unofficially became your song. And now it was the soundtrack of your heartbreak.

You sat on the couch gently, afraid that if you moved too quickly it would break the trance and you wouldn’t be able to savor these little moments you allowed yourself to have.

The first thing you grabbed was an old t-shirt of his that you never gave back on purpose. You were wearing it the night it all went to shit. If you inhaled deep enough you could still catch a whiff of the perfume you were wearing and the stale smell of cigarette smoke.

He hadn’t shown up to dinner that night. You had both moved out to Chicago together in hopes he would gain some traction with his music there better than Hawkins. It worked. He got what he wanted.

The day it ended was your 4 year anniversary. You had made plans together for when you got off work and he made it out of the studio. You waited at the restaurant for over an hour and he just never showed.

Eddie had started partying a lot. His band had taken off and they were picking up fame. With the attention of all his new friends he had seemed to have forgotten about you though. You left the diner, embarrassed that the sweet waitress was pitying you.

Your small one bedroom apartment felt suffocating by the amount of people inside of it when you got home.

You slammed the door behind you when you entered but no one paid you any attention. The music was so loud you couldn’t hear your own thoughts as you maneuvered and pushed by sweaty bodies.

“Baby!” You heard him call as you passed by the couch he was sat on with people surrounding him. He always had people surrounding him. You were never alone anymore.

You ignored him, making your way to your bedroom. You opened the door to two people tangled on your bed.

“Get out!” You yelled, watching as they picked up stray clothes and scrambled out of the room.

“Baby. What’s wrong?” Eddie cooed when he caught up to you. He was swaying, the smell of alcohol strong on his breath.

“Everything’s ruined, Eddie,” you bit out, grabbing the duffel bag from your closet.

He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand across the wrinkled blanket.

“It’s not ruined, babe. We can wash it,” he informed you with a smile, slurring his words.

You rolled your eyes and started grabbing handfuls of clothes and emptying out your drawers, throwing anything you could get your hands on into the bag.

“Wait a second,” Eddie said, pushing himself up from the bed sloppily. “What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving,” you snapped, zipping up the bag.

“But why?” He asked, genuine confusion in his voice. You wanted to pull your hair out. He just didn’t get it even when it was right in front of him.

“Why do you think, Eddie? I waited for you for over an hour and you never showed! This shit,” you waved your hands in the air, “is all you care about now. You used to hate parties and all of this bullshit but look at you now.”

Eddie’s face softened, some coherency coming back as he realized what he had done. He reached for you but you moved away. You watched as the panic came across his features.

“I can fix this. I can make everyone leave,” he said, making his way to the bedroom door.

“Don’t bother. I’ll make it easy for you and I’ll go,” you muttered, pushing past him and into the hallway.

“Wait!” He yelled, scrambling after you as fast as he could with the alcohol still burning in his veins. “Where are you going?”

“Does it matter? We’re done,” you called over your shoulder, using your bag to push through the people.

Something shattered and broke in the kitchen. You didn’t bother to stop, it wasn’t your problem anymore.

“So you’re going to give up on us? Just like that?” He questioned, anger lacing his voice.

You whipped around to face him, not caring that you had an audience.

“Just like that? I have been begging you to give me an ounce of attention for months, Eddie, and you’d rather give all of your time to strangers. Don’t put this on me,” you snapped, turning back around and running through the front door before he could say anything else.

“What a buzzkill!” Someone taunted you before you could close the door all the way. The sound of a scuffle broke out but you didn’t check to see if it was Eddie fighting. You needed to get out of there.

That was six months ago. You had moved back to Hawkins and rented a house. Eddie’s band got even more famous. You doubted he was even still in Chicago anymore. He was probably out in California or New York, enjoying even bigger parties and everything that came with them. You grew nauseous at the thought.

You couldn’t do this to yourself anymore. You tossed the shirt back in the box, covering the rest of the memories in there. You popped the tape out, cutting the music off, and threw it in there too. You couldn’t handle this tonight. It was all too much.

You placed your head in your hands. Did he ever miss you as much as you missed him? Doubtful, since he never once called or came looking for you after you left.

The sound of the doorbell had you lifting your head out of your hands. You waited a few moments, wondering if it was just all in your head. The sound of it ringing again had you getting up from your seat.

No one should be here tonight. The weather was so bad that you were sure the streets were flooded. Maybe Steve and Robin were stopping by to check on you since they knew what today was. They had promised to give you space but maybe they had changed their mind.

You threw the door open, ready to scold them for coming out all of this way. But it was Steve or Robin standing on your doorstep with dripping hair and eyes.

Eddie clutched a bouquet of flowers tightly in his hands. They were soaked, the white and red petals drooping from the weight of the water. Eddie looked like he had just gone swimming, his hair wet and his black band t-shirt drenched and pressed against his t-shirt.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, like he wanted to speak but couldn’t. He thrusted the bouquet forward and into your hands. You caught them, water streaming down your arms and soaking the sleeve of your sweater.

“What are you doing here?” You demanded, tempted to throw the flowers back at him.

“I miss you,” Eddie sniffled. It was obvious he had been crying tonight. His voice cracked on every syllable.

“Eddie, I-” You started.

“I’m sorry. I need to say this because I have a whole speech planned and then you can say whatever you want to me,” he explained, shaking slightly from the cold air and water.

You nodded silently, allowing him to speak.

“I’m so fucking sorry. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. You were- I mean are the most important thing in my life and I got so blinded by everything else that I didn’t take care of you and our relationship. I got so blinded by people wanting to be around me and thinking that I was cool that I lost touch of what really matters. I need you. I feel like I haven’t been able to breathe since you’ve been gone, baby. I wanted to marry you, you know? I was gonna propose to you once we signed that deal with the label. Now we’ve signed it and you weren’t there and I feel so damn lost.” His teeth were chattering as he spoke; his limbs shaking from the low temperature. Every time he blinked drops of tears and rain flicked from his long eyelashes.

“Why now? I’ve been here for six damn months and you never even called,” you bit out, eyes tearing from what he had confessed. It felt like a slap in the face to know your whole future had gone down the drain because of Eddie’s behavior.

“I didn’t think you’d want to see me. Trust me, you don’t know how often I wanted to come here since Harrington mentioned you moved here. I wanted to get better for you first, though. You were so mad and I thought that you didn’t want me anymore. I, uh, I’ve been seeing someone. A therapist,” he explained, “I’ve been working on my shit. I don’t drink or party anymore. I just work with the band. That’s it.”

You chewed your lip, thinking over what he was saying.

“I don’t want to be like how I was anymore. I just want you. I want to make you my wife. I want to have a life with you. Please,” he begged.

“I can’t jump back into this relationship again. I can’t get hurt again and I’m definitely not going to just marry you after you show up on my doorstep claiming to have gotten your shit together,” you said finally.

Eddie’s face crumpled but he didn’t argue. He just nodded in understanding, looking down at his feet.

You sighed, your heart arguing with your head. How often had you wanted this exact scenario to happen? You couldn't just push him away now when he has been all you've needed for the past six months. If what he was saying about getting help was true, he deserved the chance to make things right.

“But I’ve missed you so much. I still love you so much that it hurts. I can’t just hand you my heart again and let you do whatever you want with it. Maybe we can start over though and see what happens?” You offered.

Eddie’s face lit up at the offer and he straightened up, sticking a hand out to you.

“Hi, I’m the new and improved Eddie Munson and I promise not to break your heart,” he said, taking your hand and lifting it to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss on the skin there.

You told him your name in a shy voice. Eddie didn’t let go of your hand after he kissed it, he just squeezed it tighter. There was a moment between you, where neither of you knew what to say.

“So, Mr. New and Improved Eddie Munson, would you like to come inside and dry off for a bit?” You asked.

Eddie smiled, nodding his head in agreement. You led him inside the warm safety of your house, shutting and locking the door behind you.

You and Eddie played your song again that night. And this time, you were able to listen to it all the way through.

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nwndrlndn · 10 months

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modern anakin hcs

pairing : modern!anakin skywalker x gn!reader | wc : 1.4k | 18+MINORS DNI

a/n : this is just how i see a modern anakin. its kind of an add-on to boyfriend.

general hcs ( adaptational awareness )

anakin is some kind of scandinavian from shmi's side of the family and thats all he really cares about. his stance on his father and his full ancestry is "if he didn't want me then, i don't want him now" ( lies, we'll talk about the daddy issues later )

so shmi was probably born in a country thats similar to sweden or denmark and anakin probably spent his early years there. but by like 4 or 5 they moved from shmi’s home country to modern tatooine

so like picture little blond haired, blue-eyed anakin, right? imagine he was homeschooled for like the majority of his life and he walks into school with a swedish accent and basic english skills

eventually, shmi saves up enough money and gets a really good opportunity to send anakin to a really good school in coruscant

shmi taught him how to cook, clean, some housekeeping skills

and he has even less friends, but he got along with his peer mentor, obi-wan, who was like on the verge of graduating and saw anakin as a surrogate brother

anakin definitely isnt emo until he’s in college, before college, i imagine him dressing like scott barringer, loose clothes, light colors, and he keeps his hair blond

this era of anakin defintely liked car shops and had a part time at a niche interests store ( think like, a bait shop ) to help his mom

he met padme in his junior year of high school, she was one of those alumni who were asked to come back to talk about the college experience to high schoolers

and anakin ( having zero filter ) asked for her number after the talk and she shot him down but still gave him her number.

then like, going into his college orientation, he was pissed off because his mom had remarried while he was away. but he was coming to terms with it and liking his step brother and his fiance.

i picture he shows up kind of fucked up looking. like his hair is growing out and the texture is off, his clothes are dark on the inside, light on the outside, and he’s listening to music on his headphones the whole time

and you see him sitting by himself, a little off from the engineering majors and fiddling with something in his hands and you walk over to him, in spite of your major and your nerves and sit next to him

instantly the headphones are off because his cool, tough guy front is still just a front, he was HOPING someone would talk to him

and you guys hit it off, chatting away about everything and anything

even when you part ways and the orientation ends, he’s texting you randomly and oh my god, he thinks too fast for his thumbs

“hve you seen ovrdrive?” “wtff is that thing your ordered at ciplt? im picking up food fr obi and he hates when i bring spicey stuff” “hellp”

he moves in with doctoral candidate obi-wan for college and takes up a part time at a mechanic’s shop and another as an overnight security guard ( he just sleeps and works on assignments there )

he got his mom threepio, a golden retriever, but usually is playing with padmé’s border collie, artoo ( credit to this amazing fan art )

he asked out padme after he fixed her computer ( for funsies ) and didnt shut up about her the entire time they dated

anakin is clingy in relationships, literally would hold onto padmé’s bags while out in public so she wouldnt wander too far from him

and he just really liked the environment of padmé’s apartment, being around you, padmé, and sabé was just a really big comfort for him

his descent into becoming a metalhead mostly happened because one of his bosses suggested it to him

and slowly he started to enjoy it more and more

and his wardrobe got darker, developed an energy drink addiction, and he started letting you and padmé give him messy eyeliner

and it culminated when he asked you to help him box dye his hair and now theres a stain in his bathroom of a streak of black hair dye across the ceiling

the reason why anakin and padmé broke up was a healthy end because ani def got a little jealous and toxic and padmé had to sit him down and tell him it was for the best

and he resented her for a while, wouldn’t talk to her while at her apartment for a good month

but then he watched her burn food and he felt bad and ended up cooking something for her and they never spoke about it again

and he definitely liked you when you first met, even when he was dating padmé ( and the few flings he had after her )

he just made himself bury his feelings for a while by treating you like a best friend or little sister

hanging out with you when padmé took everyone on a lake house trip and was busy talking to others

his actual confession comes in the form of him making a really crappy bracelet at his work bench

yes, he literally set up a robotics station in his bedroom. he will literally invite you over and sound so excited to see you

only to focus and work for 8 hours with only two rockstars and his thrash metal playlist as sustenance

you can try to give him a snack and he’ll ( unintentionally ) glare at you until he realizes he’s been ignoring you for so long and he just picks you up and kisses you

now youve got anakin licking at your face and laying on top of you. he’s not coming up for air until he’s made up for every minute he ignored you accidentally

his favorite kind of date would either be a movie date or to go out for a drive then stargaze

he will put you in his clothes, whether you like it or not. and he smells a bit like like oil and sweat mixed with mint

he started getting tattoos because he saw it as a form of independence

he has one industrial piercing, and three others on each of his earlobes. the tongue piercing was for fun

he likes alternative girls more, but if you’re not alternative he won’t push you ( unless you like that )

will have a titty attack if you call him emo and not a metalhead ( theres a difference )

18 + hc

he’s so fucking WEIRD

so he probably gets off every other day because of his mind ( and because his hands wander so much that he gets himself worked up )

to get into the idea i mentioned in boyfriend

he got your name near his navel and once he realized he liked you, he would try to aim his releases over your name

and he’s not a bad shot

his hands wander naturally because he just likes to feel your skin. like its not even his intent to get sexual, he’s absently rubbing your back and like 5 minutes later he’s just massaging your ass and tits if you lay on him

he’s actually really big on doggy, he just really likes to look at your back

so he also likes bending you over tables, counters, his workbench, his bed, and security desk at work

he has aquaphilia. will feel you up in pools and in large bodies of water

he really likes biting and marking

during sex, he likes to focus on your neck and back

but in general he would be the kind of guy to give you a forehead hickey

and will rub off any makeup you put on to cover it

prefers to praise and worship you, and if you try the same, he’ll get awkward and embarrassed but lap it up anyways

if you degrade him and objectify him, he will fuck you within an inch of your life

he also has his own playlists that he plays when you guys are fucking

he broke the door to his room so it’s not the best place to have sex, unless youre ok with the possibility of someone walking in

obi wan accidentally walked in on you both once and had to leave the apartment for a week

he has tried to fuck you in his car but you bumped your head and he drove you straight home to ice it, refuses to even get road head because of it

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shadesoflsk · 2 months

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Okay but imagine Leon having a hispanic/latino s/o? Like him being introduced to their family at parties and having to memorize all the cousins, him falling in love with all the aspects of their culture. Also i feel like he would love gustavo cerati???? Coming from a latina (boricua y dominicana) this has me kicking my feet and giggling!! Ly 💗!! - 🐚

Hi! This is the first time someone claimed an emoji! I feel so excited, hehe.

And I just noticed I often reply to these asks with just my thoughts not knowing if any of you want a whole fic 😭 If you want one let me know ‘cause I'm dense.

Regarding Gustavo Cerati… you're so real 🐚 anon. In fact, I'm preparing a post which is basically hispanic music I think Leon would like. And let me tell you, there are A LOT OF Cerati's songs. If you guys want to share your thoughts/suggest some artists or songs you're welcome to do so. 🙏🏻

Anyway, I could definitely see Leon being overjoyed dating someone hispanic/latino.

The term itself is really broad, so I'm going to leave the details of the culture as ambiguous as I can so everyone can imagine their own.

leon kennedy x gn reader (reader speaks spanish)

Leon himself isn't someone who actually got to spend his childhood and younger years next to a family, or at least a loving one. So, when he met you, he slowly discovered your upbringing and how beautiful your culture was.

It started with little things. When you first mentioned Leon where you come from, he'd search for one thing he really enjoys—music! He fully believes art is the door to a culture, so there's nothing better than getting to know your country by its artists and songs.

He'd need to translate them, though. He barely knows how to say hello in another language. But then again, he tries his best to actually engage in your culture and show genuine interest.

While he navigates through the songs, typical dances, and festivities, the next step is obvious. As your relationship gets more serious, you'd tell him that your family wants to meet him. He isn't scared, not all. He's actually really excited at the prospect of meeting your relatives and taking such a serious step with you.

However, he is nervous about something.You had previously told him that your family was big, and while it didn't bother him, he isn't confident about his ability to remember names.

Poor boy would be the target of your family's teasing. As soon as he enters your home, some of your relatives would give him a pat on his back, seeing how nervous he is. The whole experience would be overwhelming but in a good way.

You'd introduce him to every family member. He'd say his name as best as he could (He asked you to teach him a bit of Spanish, to at least impress some of your relatives).

Very basic and broken Spanish: “Hola yo me llamo Leon, ¿Cómo estás tú?” Baby is trying his best, and everyone could see how much respect he holds for their culture and language.

He's really respectful in every aspect you could think of. When the little mingling comes to an end and hunger starts to brim in each one of your relatives, Leon would be delighted to try everything.

As soon as he starts eating, there are two outcomes. A) He really likes the food. B) He doesn't like it. For the first scenario, he'd devour the plate. Having something prepared with so much seasoning and love was something foreign to him. He'd whisper and ask you to tell your mom if he could fetch himself another serving. He's too shy for his own good.

For the latter, he'd still remain as respectful as he could. It's okay not to like certain things, and while he tries to finish his plate your family would joke about how he couldn’t handle the spice (even if it wasn't spicy in the first place.)

His favorite activity to do with your family is to see your childhood photo album. They would pull out embarrassing photos of yourself, but he'd think you look lovely. In moments like these, he gets to bond with your family even more, feeling himself blending with them and being part of a family he always longed for.

Overall, Leon would find himself falling in love with you and your culture. No matter how different it's from his own upbringing, he'd be honored to share moments getting to know everything about your country.

#I imagine re2r leon for this one #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon s kennedy #resident evil #— ࣪ ⊹ 💌 ruby's askbox #: ･。. 🐚 anon

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wonijinjin · 3 months

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MIND GAMES - CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

author’s note: finally it is here! a bit messy, but i hope you will still like it.

synopsis: what would you say if people asked you: what is exactly your relationship with choi seungcheol? well, that is hard to define, one thing is for sure; it is a lot, but not healthy nor normal, many would say. then if that is true why do you keep coming back to him every time?

word count: 5.9k | genre: SUGGESTIVE, angst, hurt no comfort | pairing: cheol x f! reader (x best friend! jeonghan cameo) | warnings: SUGGESTIVE THEMES, use of curse words, reader is implied to be shorter than cheol, both of them are in their twenties, mentions of mental illness and bad behaviour, alcohol, cheol (and jeonghan too) is implied to be very rich, use of many petnames, degradation, praise, cheol is in power advantage (no abuse), reader is manipulated and manipulative, cheol is a bad person, reader isn’t a good one either, cheol is a cheater, heartbreaks

SUGGESTIVE THEMES BELOW THE CUT, MINORS MDNI!

when you met choi seungcheol you thought you found the perfect man, even though it started out as something casual, a one night stand soon turned into something far more serious.

2 years ago

you spent yet another evening at a fancy party your company organised for their business partners, even though you hated them. the only positive thing besides the free food was that most of your beloved coworkers were there, so you decided to join them for a few drinks anyways.

it was well into the night already when you arrived at the dance floor alone; your coworers weren’t exactly the dancing type and the only person who you knew would join you was nowhere to be seen. you made your way to the crowd of dancing people, most of them drunk by that time, and started rocking your body to the beat. there was a sudden change in the rhythm, a slower song started playing. everybody slowed down and just enjoyed the music, swaying from side to side with their partners. you decided to walk to the bar to wait for a song which contains a more dynamic rhythm.

you had just begun walking back to the room most employees stayed at from the bar after dancing a bit when you bumped into someone, your feet losing its balance; you immediately tripped and waited for the impact of the fall. but it never came. you slowly opened your eyes and there he was: a tall man looking down at you with a worried expression on his face. “are you alright? did you hurt yourself?” he asked, a puzzled expression on his face. you stared at him. his eyes were big and round, a pleasant hazel colour. his dark hair messy, some strands of his bangs hanging in front of his eye. his red shirt loosely hanging on him, the first 2 buttons freely dangling open, showing his neck a little, his black jeans making his appearance a bit less formal. “yes thank you.” you freed yourself from his hold as you stood up. “i am a bit clumsy when i’m tired.” you smiled softly. he let out a laugh. “i can see that.” he paused for a moment “may i have this dance with you?” he asked suddenly, eyes fixated on you, wanting to see if you would say yes. “if you insist.” you held out your hand for him and he took it. he took the lead and rocked your bodies slowly as you quietly sang the lyrics of the song. his touch was so gentle, like he was afraid of breaking you as if you were made of porcelain; you felt the world around you slow down as he looked into your eyes, his gaze radiating so much love and care. as the song ended you stayed there for a minute, hands in his, not caring about anything, only him. "thank you for catching me earlier, i really-" you were caught off guard, as his lips slammed onto yours. the suddenness of his action surprised you for a minute, but you didn't hesitate to kiss back, eyes fluttering shut, a feeling you hadn’t felt in so long coming to the surface again; attraction. you went on making out for quite a long time, lips moving in sync like they were made for each other. eventually you had to split due to the lack of air in your lungs and everything went fuzzy in your memories.

you opened your eyes, but only found empty space in front of you. you soon came to your senses and realized that you were not on the dance floor. "ah you are awake. how was your little beauty sleep?" you saw one of your work friends, jeonghan sitting next to you on the couch of the room you had previously hung out in with your other coworkers before stepping outain hall of the event. "hold up...how did i end up in here? i was just dancing with that man a minute ago..." you stared at him in confusion trying to recall the memories from earlier. were you just imagining this whole thing due to being drunk?

"well i don’t know what boy you are talking about, but after you left to dance you were gone for a pretty long time, so i went to check up on you. that's when i found you sleeping at the bar's table." he continued "i took you back here so you could sleep without that fucking loud music blasting in your ears. you clearly needed it, i guess you haven’t been taking proper care of yourself, again." he explained. you remembered you getting off the dance floor to wait for another song, looks like you actually didn't make it back and fell asleep on the counter. but the dream was so intense, you could feel his feather-like touches on your skin, and also that kiss was too good to be fake. it all felt so real. "thank you for caring and not taking advantage of me jeonghan." you let out a relieved sigh "you are a really nice guy." he bowed playfully. "of course, no problem." you scanned the room, no sign of the others. "where are the others? and also, how long was i out?" he looked at his watch on his left wrist. "not long, i brought you back here like 20 minutes ago. oh, and the boys are currently cleaning up the place. people started leaving because they got tired or too drunk and we don't wanna stay up till dawn doing the cleaning so we are taking care of that right now. the boss is actually quite satisfied, we made good deals." you stood up. “do you need help with the cleaning or have you got it covered?” you asked sleepily while looking into the eyes of your friend. “nah we are good, you should really go, if i’m being honest you look like you have been ran over.” jeonghan chuckled as you dragged your feet out of the room.

it was a chilly night; when you stepped out of the building the wind blew coldly, making you shiver. you were ready to head home from the party, having had one too many drinks, head starting to hurt. while skipping along the quiet and dark street you realised that it had started raining, however you didn’t have an umbrella with you; to solve this issue you put your hands and purse above your head to keep it from getting wet. upon stopping by a red light at the crosswalk suddenly a figure of a tall man stepped next to you; he must’ve been in his early twenties, you thought judging by his face which seemed to be spotless and so sculpted like it was a statue. it even looked kind of familiar from the side. “do i know you?” you asked without any sense of shame or without thinking first, not looking directly at him. while your question remained unanswered from the corner of your eye you saw him extend his arm, in it a big black coat. “here, take this. don’t get sick.” he said slowly, accentuating every word of the sentence. you looked up at him, not knowing why would a stranger offer another stranger their jacket without any context. “you don’t even know me, do you really not mind? what do you want for it in exchange? i’m not retarded you know.” you prodded, wanting answers regarding the reasoning for his actions. he shook his head, his black locks jingling like shiny ornaments on a christmas tree. “do i really need a reason to be nice?” he smirked. “it is raining pretty heavily and you don’t have a coat with you. you should bring one next time, never know when the weather changes.” you hesitantly accepted the piece of clothing, secretly being kind of thankful for the heavens for sending this man your way since you were indeed getting ridiculously cold. “and besides, a pretty little thing like you shouldn’t wonder around in this beautiful dress at night wihtout being properly covered up, there are many dangerous people waiting to hunt down women like you, you know.” the mysterious man said in a stern voice, which indicated that he really meant what he said and it was not just an inappropriate comment. you raised a brow at this, finally looking in his direction, searching for his chocolate orbs. “do you think i cannot defend myself?” you asked boldly while leaning closer to him from the side to catch a glimpse of his face; you needed to confess that you were intrigued by his aura, curious as of where the encounter would lead. “well i cannot state anything about you for sure yet” he paused for a moment, looking slowly up and down at you “but i would actually love to get to know you to judge it for myself.” he said and turned to face you for mere seconds, then walked away.

after seeing the light from the street lamps shine on his features it hit you; he was the guy who kissed you at the party. so it wasn’t a dream, huh? “wait!” you shouted after him, seeing his form slowly turn around. he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, expecting you to say something. “you were at the party, weren’t you? you caught then kissed me. why did you do it? and most importantly, who are you exactly?” he grinned, knowing you discovered how you knew him. “bingo, 100 points for you pretty girl, you figured me out. i was waiting for you to remember, if you did.” he was now looking right into your eyes, not breaking eye contact. “i do. so explain: how and why did you disappear after randomly kissing me?” you had a questioning look on your face, but held out against his gaze. “what can i say, i am a man of many talents. but that shall be my secret. you wouldn’t want a magician to reveal their tricks, would you?” he giggled. “do you do this to every girl at business parties?” you followed up. “nope, just the prettiest ones, darling.” the honey and sweetness laced into his voice made you quiver with excitement. “interesting.” you faked amusement, continuing. “what were you doing at this event? should i have to know you from somewhere?” you pressed further since he wasn’t of help in untangling his character. “i have a friend in the company, yoon jeonghan, and i had some money to invest into something new.” he replied causally, putting his hands in his pockets. there was no doubt in him hiding a mischievous smirk behind the emotionless reply, entertained by the fact that you knew nothing about him. “what fantastic connections you have there, mr.” you paused “what is your name?” he leanen down, eyes at the same height as yours. “why don’t you come to my place and find out?” his grin was still there on that handsome face; you thought it through for a minute. you were bored anyways, what could’ve gone wrong? he even knew jeonghan. there was no harm in spicing up your life a bit by spending a night with a very good looking man, so you hurried up to his side, and followed his lead.

however, the sweet start of your perfect relationship was sadly too good to be true.

present time

time froze for a moment; you saw him in the office through the window, in between his legs a pretty blonde; he kissed all over her neck, going further and further down, unbuttoning her shirt. you were disgusted, utterly in disbelief; he promised he would change after catching him almost kissing another girl at a party.

1 year ago

“you almost kissed her you asshole!” you cried after exiting the building where you had caught seungcheol at a company dinner getting wasted and cheating. you had many problems in the past month, he was always mad at someone or something, his business taking up all of his free time, all while you tried to discuss every inconvenience with him, which was definitely not an easy thing since he was an exceptionally stubborn man. “i didn’t! she crawled into my lap and before i could push her off you came in!” he tried to defend himself, some of your friends who went out to smoke watching the scene unfold, ready to step in as they saw you were fuming with anger. “i left you for ten fucking minutes, seungcheol! ten minutes and you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself! this is ridiculous. i know we have been arguing a lot recently and that you have been frustrated with many things, but seriously you think this is the solution? cheating on your girlfriend?” your tears stopped by this time, the only tell tale sign of your cries being the wetness on your cheeks. “i am gonna say this one more time; i did not cheat on you. why would i do that? you know very well how much i love you, i always give you everything you want. the moment you say it; it is all yours, every time. what more can i offer to you, hmm? is my love not enough for you?” he pleaded, regret written all over his face. he moved towards you to plant a kiss on your forehead and cheeks, pulling you into his chest. your heart melted at the action; it was true, he was treating you like his princess all the time without fail. you hoped he was right, and didn’t plan on breaking your heart. “let me make it up to you pretty girl.” he said while kissing your neck, navigating the chaos of limbs you were into the bathroom. “i will give you all my love.” he grinded against you, already in one of the stalls. “gonna make you see how much i care about you.” he kissed all over your body hungrily, putting your legs on his shoulders. “cheol-“ you gasped loudly when he touched you. “be quiet, pretty girl. don’t want to get caught now, do we?”

present time

but he didn’t change one bit. hell, he didn’t even care to close the blinds while he cheated on you with your coworker, making sure the whole building knew what he was about to do during the night. your blood boiled at the realisation; you gave him so many chances, you let him manipulate you into coming back to him after doing something awfully suspicious every single time, yet he still did it again. oh, but you weren’t gonna let this slide this time. you were gonna take revenge on him for what a fuckin’ prick he was; he was in for a good lesson. starting with the text you sent him a moment after the aftershocks of the scene you witnessed went away.

“I TOLD YOU I WAS DRUNK! what can’t you understand?” he groaned, head probably still fuzzy from all the alcohol he had consumed earlier. “give me a chance baby, you know how much i love you.” he changed his behaviour, suddenly looking nervous, frustrated even, that you wanted to end things with him. you stepped closer, looking him right in the eye. “you are full of shit choi seungcheol. i don’t need your excuses. this is so over. i gave you everything you motherfucker!” you screamed as you slapped him out of rage. “i am disgusted by you, i don’t even know how the fuck i ended up with you!” he turned to you again and raised a brow at this, his hands linked together in front of his chest. “you are talking as if you didn’t do the same thing months ago!” that was the point where you had enough. yes, you too hooked up with people, but that was during a time when your relationship was at its lowest, both of you agreeing on taking a break from the other as you saw how this was not healthy at all. “we were broken up at that time and you know it! don’t you dare compare yourself to me, we are nothing alike, you liar.” you stormed off, shutting the door behind you, leaving him in your shared apartment, already knowing your next move on how to make him regret even meeting you.

now here’s the thing; you weren’t an evil bitch by any means; you were always on your best behaviour in all situations, you could even dare say that you were a people pleaser, but you couldn’t take your pride being scarred like this, again, that was way out of line for you.

using revenge as a coping mechanism was very much like you though, so you acted quickly, not leaving time for second-guessing yourself or for regret. “hi hannie, what are you doing?” you started the conversation after he picked up the phone you had already called multiple times; it was very late in the day, your time being spent on trying to get a hold of your boyfriend’s best friend. “ah sorry you couldn’t reach me, i was in a meeting. what’s up? do you need something?” his voice echoed from the other end of the line, confusion evident in it. “i was wondering if you would want to come to the bar my friend invited to with me…you know how cheol gets, he doesn’t have time for anything nowadays and going alone would be so embarrassing.” you chirped in a sweet tone, trying to sound as innocent and vulnerable as you could, hoping he would buy your story of being sad over how busy your boyfriend was. “uh, sure i guess? when is it?” he was hesitant, but you knew he could be convinced very easily.

everyone could see how he looked at you when you all hung out together with cheol’s other friends, being especially distant after you announced your relationship with his bestie after the night of the company party.

2 years ago

“don’t you think this is a fast pace, hmm?” jeonghan questioned after you told him about your little night with cheol, as well as the fact that he was indeed your mysterious kisser from the event. “don’t get me wrong, he is my best friend, you are mine too, i am happy for the two of you, but he is not always the man he seems to be. i don’t think you have a clear picture of what you are getting yourself into.” he said firmly, gaze fixated on your form in front of him. “don’t worry about it hannie, i am a big girl, i can handle it. besides, i am not doubting your words, but he really is an angel, so i don’t see the problem here.” you smiled widely while he sighed, a bit disappointed, but respecting your decision. “i am just worried ‘bout you.” he touched your arm slightly, his fingertips lingering near yours, almost as if he was trying to lace them together, still, stopping himself from doing so, the intimate action now only being seungcheol’s privilage. “but okay. let’s celebrate you not being single anymore then!” he grinned, offering you a warm smile after. you hugged him, his grip tight around your waist, like he gave his everything into that one hug, knowing that would be the last one he could freely give you, without worrying about a specific someone interrupting.

he was practically drooling over you every single time, his crush being very obvious to the naked unknowing eye aswell.

present time

“tomorrow. i will text you the details later, don’t worry. thank you for making time for me.” you topped the previous act with a much lighter response, knowing he loved to hear when people were thankful to him, especially since it was you. “of course, you know you are my favourite, but don’t tell dino! he still hasn’t gotten over that time when i chose your help for that project i had!” he chuckled and you let your giggles out aswell. “…one more thing hannie…please don’t tell this to cheol, he has been extra stressed with work, don’t wanna bother him y’know.” you pleaded, wanting to keep your little secret, being sure about hannie not knowing that the two of you broke up because he cheated, since he would’ve called you if he knew, questioning what exactly had happened. “sure, i’ve got you don’t worry. see you tomorrow then.”

the next day jeonghan picked you up and drove you to where the bar was, helping you when stepping out from the expensive four wheeled vehicle.

“you look gorgeous.” he said with a shy smirk, shamelessly checking you out. “thanks. you don’t look bad yourself, yoon.” you lead him to the dancefloor t meet your friends, soon enjoying yourselves like you had never before, and letting loose after a full day of hard exhausting work.

“but what about seungcheol? i cannot do this to him, he is my best friend.” he asked, out of air. “don’t worry ‘bout it, i’ve left him.” you replied between kisses. “screwed a whore in the office.” you panted. your bodies were molded into each other’s, the music getting washed away by the sound of jeonghan’s heartbeat, your lips on his desperately trying to get a taste of him. “focus on only me, hannie.” you mewled into his neck. it was so easy to manipulate men; you were honestly so surprised at his antics of giving up his friendship so easily just to have you.

“you don’t even know how much i had wanted you all this time. since i laid eyes on you baby.” he sighed, your hand roaming around his body, finding his defined chest to stable yourself after the dizzying makeout session you had. “he wanted to fuck with me after hearing about you. watching him taint your innocent being, watching him kiss you, hug you, taste you. it was a nightmare. i wished he didn’t jump onto you before i had the courage.” he grabbed your chin and made you look up at him; the sparkles he always had in his eyes were long gone, lust and hunger replacing them. “i have always wanted to corrupt your little mind, sweetheart.” his voice was an octave lower, your mouth wide open; you never saw this side of him. “such a cutie i have here, don’t i?” he licked his lips. “…all for me, right?” you gripped his bicep to steady yourself; he made you sit on his lap, a chair behind him already pulled aside for you to continue your dance on him. “he didn’t deserve you.” he moaned into yet another heated kiss, trying to get some friction from your bodies pressed close. “what do you think, shall we take this to the bedroom, hmm, pretty boy?” you whispered into his ear while straddling his thighs, feeling him press up against you even more if it was possible. a moment later you heard a far too familiar voice.

“what the fuck?” seungcheol yelled, marching towards the two of you entangled together on jeonghan’s lap. you quickly got up, leaving jeonghan stunned, giving him one last kiss on the neck. “sorry pretty boy, gotta go.” you mumbled, running out of the room, right outside into the darkness of the night.

seungcheol caught you in the parking lot of the building, his steps heavy and scary in the dark. “what the fuck is wrong with you seungcheol?” you shouted at him, trying to free your arm from his hold. “what did you think when you gave a lap dance to jeonghan, hm? are you really this big of a slut? going behind my back and almost screwing my best friend in the middle of the dance floor! huh?” he yelled at you, the grip on your arm getting tighter and tighter. “what in the world are you saying? you are insane i swear! how dare you question what i do and demand an explanation? we are not together anymore, i can do whatever the fuck i want.” you spat, venom dripping from your words. you always knew he was a possessive man, but this? you did not expect him to question you about your behaviour. “no the fuck you can’t! you are mine, understood? noone else’s but mine.” he said while taking you into his embrace forcefully and leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, pulling a gasp out of you. “i told you that we are done!” you said between breaths, succesfully making your way out of his hold for the most part, only his hand still being lanced with yours. “if you were this big of an asshole that is your problem, not mine, i am not your theraphist to fix your fucked up head.” you said while looking at him, taking a deep breath before ripping your hand out of his, turning around and leaving him in the middle of the parking lot. you looked back at him, smirking slightly upon letting your mouth fall open, already imagining the look on his face when he hears what you were gonna say.

“oh, and don’t worry. jeonghan fucks me better than you ever did.” of course you lied; you didn’t actually fuck jeonghan (though it was very tempting like ten minutes before), but it was so worth it. you could see the veins popping on his neck, his eyes darkening after the sentence left your mouth; you could finally get back at him, let him feel the pain you felt all those times he fucked you over during the lst 2 years. he was quick to spring into action; he pinned you down on the nearest car’s hood, holding your wrists with one hand only. “i dare you, say that again.” he whispered against your lips, his body leaning dangerously close to yours. “jeonghan fucks better than you.” you simply said, waiting for his next move. he grabbed your chin and kissed you roughly, all the feelings of you missing him coming up to the surface again.

you had fun with jeonghan of course, but he was so gentle and caring with you when things got heated; he worshipped you, which was so unusual, so strange. you craved the touch of cheol, rough in bed as always. you missed how he could manhandle your body, his kisses and hickeys, you missed this filthy side of him no matter how hurt you were by him cheating. you let him unzip your jeans, hand going very low on your thighs, already knowing what he wanted from you. “and you say i’m the psycho. darling, you are just as fucked in the head as i am. trying to fuck jeonghan the moment i don’t give you enough attention, hmm pretty girl? guess we aren’t that different after all.” he laughed in your face. “you like this; you like playing mind games. it makes you excited. so easy to make you sway. just one touch and here i have you drooling over me.” he smirked. deep down you knew he was right. you came running back to him the first time, because you missed the high, the thrilled he gave you. then why are you trying to get rid of him now? “why are you you doing this to me?” you cried with a whine, wanting answers to questions you shouldn’t be asking in the first place; you already knew why. he loved mind games just as much as you did; it made him feel alive. “i am not doing anything, love. you are the one who isn’t capable of believing that we are the perfect pair. you need me.” he spat back in a frenzy, busy with trying to get back to your lips. “seungcheol this cannot work. we keep hurting each other, i am so tired.” you sobbed harder, realising that you reached a point where the rush wasn’t worth it anymore. “if we hurt each other why does it hurt so good then?” he mumbled against you, putting his forehead together with yours. “we will be alright. we have to be alright. we always make it work.” he traced lines along your cheeks with his big hands, any type of roughness disappearing in the blink of an eye after seeng your frightened, fatigued face. “i wish i never met you, choi seungcheol.” your last words before passing out right there and then from the alhocol and stress made his heart hurt a bit; he sometimes wondered how your life would be different if you hadn’t met him. he knew he was crazy and selfish, he knew the things he did had been destroying you from the inside, but he couldn’t stop no matter how hard he tried being the best version of himself for you, to be someone you would be proud to call your boyfriend; he was simply not made to have stable relationships. it had always been just messy hookups for him, until he met you; that is when he really made an effort for the first time since he was born to keep someone in his life, however it seemed like he lost the battle with his true nature.

he caught your form in his arms just in time, placing you down on the ground, trying to wake you up.

you arose with a start in seconds, throat and lungs burning for a few seconds before registering where you were. “get the fuck away from me, now!”you hysterically cried out when you saw cheol’s worried face above you, looking at you like he had seen ghost. “are you okay? you just blacked out. how much did you drink?” he said gently while he made sure you had no bruises, his previous demeanour completely changing. this was exactly why you couldn’t break up with him before. every time he acted like a psycho or was rough with you his behaviour could easily change into such a caring little mischievous one you loved so much, the one you met him with. why did this man have to have this duality? you didn’t know. why did things between the two of you change that he wanted to seek comfort from other women? you didn’t know. but it surely made your heart heavy when he cared so much about you, because you knew he did; since you got together he gave you everything you could wish for, fancy clothes, cute dates, everything was so perfect until it wasn’t. “leave me alone. i told you i don’t want to see you.” you stood up and started walking back to the bar, soon realising that he had never left your side, the steps of his expensive designer shoes loudly echoing on the grey asphalt. “at least let me take you home, i promise i won’t try anything this time.” he said after making you halt your movements by shielding your view with his tall figure. you huffed and puffed, but decided to go with him since you were not feeling so great to continue the hookup with hannie anyways, plus you knew he would never leave until you agreed, he was like that; a very determined man, not really giving up until he got what he wanted.

“we need to talk.” he stated after exiting the car in front of the apartment complex. your drive was spent in silence, both of you lost in your own thoughts. after pressing the buttons and making your way to the door of the elevator you whipped your head away from him. “i have nothing to talk about with you. you made a mistake not so long ago, i forgave you, because i thought it was a one time thing. then i really have to catch you with that blonde bitch you fucked for god knows how long! do you really think we have anything to talk about?” you glared at him through the mirror in the elevator, now fully sobered up and ready to strangle him. “i said i was sorry! i swear it won’t happen again babygirl. i cannot understand what got into me!” he pouted. “that you cannot stay loyal because you think i am some kind of old toy you cannot lose since to attained it and that you thought you would be smart enough to get away with keeping whores, that’s what got into you, you fucker!” you were really at your limit, screaming. you didn’t care how many people would hear it, you were tired both physically and emotionally. you aggressively closed the door of your apartment behind you, shutting him out. “please, i am begging you.” seungcheol tried from the other side, banging his hand on the door. you ignored him and slid down to the floor, breaking out in loud cries and sobs; it was your breaking point. you loved him so much it was so hard to let go of him, however you couldn’t keep this up; he had hurt you too much to regain your trust. “tell me you love me again. please, come back to me again.” you could make out his soft cries on the other side of the wall. “i cannot destroy myself anymore cheol. we keep having problems that we cannot solve, no matter what we do. these fucking mind games we are getting into every week, every day even, they are making me miserable. making you miserable. please just leave.” your voice sounded weaker than intended, the fighting making you exhausted. “i understand. i am sorry for hurting you.” you were crying harder now; you sensed it in his voice, how he finally gave up in trying to convince you to take him back; you could finally rest, not having to g over these never ending circles with him anymore. “goodbye, my love.” he whispered through the wooden frame just loud enough for you to hear, then his steps slowly died down indicating that he left the hallway. he left. your heart broke into millions of pieces, however you knew you did it for the best; had to do this, let him go.

you didn’t know how you were gonna face any of your mutual friends. you didn’t know how you were gonna explain to jeonghan the next day that you used him to try to forget seungcheol, to try to get over him in one night, to try to replace him and the bitterness he left in your heart in one night. you didn’t know how you could build yourself up again, how you could trust another man after him, how you could find someone better than him.

you really wished you hadn’t met him. but it didn’t matter now. it was all over. the mind games you have been playing with him were finally over.

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The Ace up my Sleeve

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A/N- Apologies for the wait. I hope I was able to do justice for this request. If any revisions need to be made, I'm more than happy to take suggestions/critiques. Enjoy <3

Contents; asexuality, romantic, polyam relationship, mentions of relationship insecurity, comfort/fluff

Feat; Fizzaroli x Ozzie x Reader, Blitz, Stolas

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The occupants of Hell, as horny as they can be, are no strangers to the rest of the LGBTQ+ community. No matter where you fall on the ace spectrum, when you come out, you're met with unconditional love.

Asmodeus said it best, "Lust shouldn't be about force. It's an art. To be earned, and enjoyed." There are many, many different kinds of intimacy and affection outside of the physical/sexual realms. Fizzaroli and Asmodeus would know a thing or two about that. As most people know, these two are big on communication. In fact, once you're all somewhat settled into the relationship, y'all set up a time to actually talk about the expectations you each have going forward. This is probably when it comes out you're ace. No matter where you fall on the spectrum, Fizz and Ozzie are happy to accommodate you. Even if you're not involved with the sexual aspects of the relationship, they make sure you're involved with everything else. Reading together, watching TV, playing games, partaking in substances, baking, going on walks, listening to music, you name it. There are so many other facets of a relationship that they're so excited to share with you.

Stolas is another who has to know early on. Likely occurs when he's flirting with you and notices you're uncomfortable. He's marginally better at communication (look at his texts with Blitz and try to disagree with me). If you don't bring it up, Stolas will, whether its in person or not. He wants to set clear boundaries so as to ensure your comfort and the stability of your relationship. Now, he's a passionate person who wants a passionate partner. But don't think that it exclusively applies to sex. Stolas wants to be wanted. He would love nothing more than to spoil you with nights spent on Alpha Centauri (pls someone get that reference), trips to your favorite sight-seeing spots, extravagant evenings spent in the shopping districts. Of course, passion can be found in the simple things, too. When you get him a thoughtful gift, write him a poem, take photos of him, set up a date, the list goes on. At the end of the day, he can't complain. As far as Stolas is concerned, as long as you love him, he's the luckiest being in every universe.

Blitz doesn't know until he absolutely has to. He's flirtatious, for sure. But lets also account for his affinity for being stupid (I say it with love). When you tell him, he's surprised (mainly because most of the people he knows are horny). It's actually a nice change of pace. It takes some getting used to, but he really enjoys learning about what else a relationship can be. It's new- having someone not just want him for sex or to steal things or kill people. Someone just wants him for who he is. Of course, that doesn't mean he knows how to show affection. Blitz is so used to being flirtatious and "weird," so have a spray bottle ready at all times. It's not that he doesn't respect your boundaries, its that he's afraid you'll leave. He doesn't believe someone could just want him for who he is, and he projects that insecurity onto you and the relationship. They key to things with Blitz is time and communication. No matter what though, he does love you, so much it makes him afraid. But it doesn't matter, because you love him too.

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Valentine's Day HCs - Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, platonic! Damian Wayne

Includes: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas and platonic! Damian Wayne

Summary: how your fave batfam member would treat you on valentine's day

CW: gn! reader, some are a little ooc cause its my first time writing them, fluff and sweetness all around, dames is strictly platonic!!!

another part to my valentine's hcs!! if you guys enjoyed this, consider checking out some of the other ones!

Valentine's 2023 Masterlist

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Bruce Wayne:

probably one of the only nights you can actually convince him to take a break and pay attention to you

(read: Alfred would ground him for weeks if he forgot to do something nice for you)

leaves you a big gift box on your bed stuffed with fancy tissue paper and a little card

it just says ‘wear me’ and when you unwrap it it’s a super formal outfit

Bruce doesn’t tell you where he’s taking you until he shows up at your house in one of his cars, holding a dozen roses

he ends up taking you to his private airstrip in Gotham

he flies you to Monaco and takes you to a restaurant you always wanted to try!!

and since you’re away from Gotham, the press isn’t even bothering you

after dinner, he takes you to a nice speakeasy for drinks and dessert

he even turns his phone off so that he can focus on you 100%

you guys stay the night in a penthouse suite above Monaco

“I know I don’t always have a lot of time for you, but I hope you know that I do really love you.”

Dick Grayson:

this man is CHEESY I’m sorry

like he goes all out and he’s not even embarrassed about it

probably asks you to be his Valentine in like a cute promposal-esque way

he’s somewhere between between Bruce and Jason on Valentine’s plans

like he doesn’t want to go all out to all these fancy places, but he doesn’t want to just do a date at home

so he ends up taking you ice skating!!

(unrelated but I HC him as a really good figure skater)

holds your hands the whole time and does like some cutesy couples skate

also he definitely shows off what a good skater he is and does some cool gymnastics moves

after skating, you guys go through a walk through the park

he takes you to get some yummy street food and hot chocolate too

“Thanks for always sticking out the good and the bad with me, y/n. Whenever you’re with me, I feel like there’s nothing I can’t do.”

Jason Todd:

I feel like this man is secretly super romantic

he doesn’t really like big crowds and don’t even get him started at fancy restaurants where the portion is way too small

also he’s a big softie so he probably plans something super intimate for you guys

picks up a copy of his favourite book and annotates his favorite passages

and writes little stories and things he loves about you in the margins

he invites you over to his place to cook dinner for you

has a playlist of your favorite music playing while he cooks

definitely something super yummy and comforting!!

he gives you the book after dinner while he waits for dessert to be done

you guys eat dessert and cuddle on the couch and talk about books and movies

he would definitely dance with you in the living room too!

like cute dorky dancing where you stand on his feet and just kinda sway around the room

“I’m pretty sure you know how I feel about people, but y/n? You make me think not everyone is so bad.”

Tim Drake:

he is definitely the type to not care about Valentine’s Day

anytime someone brings it up he has to go on this tangent about how it’s not a real holiday

however, if his partner cares about it, he can put his own feelings behind him and suck it up for the day

definitely stays up for several days trying to plan out a perfect for you guys

but since he’s so tired he ends up sleeping in past when he’s supposed to pick you up :((

you don’t mind tho because Tim sleeping is a gift in itself lmfao

he scrambles to get ready and picks you up not much later than he was supposed to

he takes you to a super cute video game cafe

you guys get some yummy drinks and cute little heart shaped cookies and snacks

and then you guys hop on the computers to play some games!!

he probably plays some fun little coop games with you so that you can actually spend quality time together

takes you home and you guys just relax on the couch and watch tv

(Tim definitely watches Criminal Minds and relates a little too much to Spencer Reid)

“I know I said I don’t really care about Valentines and honestly I don’t but I know you do and I know it’s not a lot but I just really wanted to give you the date you deserve.”

Stephanie Brown:

this is HER holiday

like it might as well be St Steph Day

she has MAJOR plans for the two of you

and she definitely asks you to her Valentine with this cute little homemade Valentine she made just for you

she brings her camera with new film because she’s going to take so many pictures!!

probably coordinates her outfit to yours just so you guys look all cute and matching

she takes you to a light dinner first, probably like sushi or ramen or something

and then you guys go to a special Valentines concert in the park!!

of course Steph knows all the songs and all the choreography

she dances all goofy and tries to get you to dance with her too!

sends you copies of all the pictures she takes after and posts them on her Instagram with a cute caption like

“Best Valentine’s Date Ever!! y/n truly is the loml !”

Cassandra Cain:

she’s probably never celebrated Valentines before

just never did as a kid and then never had any interest as an adult

but you seem so excited about it that she wants to try

she definitely goes to Steph and Barbara for advice on what to do for you

and of course her girls have her back!!

she’s really shy when she asks you, but she decides to go the simple route and straight up asks

she’s so relieved when you say yes!!

she gets you a potted plant instead of flowers cause she doesn’t really get the point of getting you something that’ll die soon

she packs you guys a really nice picnic and the two of you go for a hike by her favorite spot

there’s a really nice waterfall up there and some dry rocks where she spreads out a picnic blanket

the two of you snack on the food she brought and just chat

you’re honestly really touched that she was thinking about you this Valentine’s Day and wanted to do something special for you

“I know it’s not much, but it’s my first time celebrating and I really wanted to do something nice for you.”

Duke Thomas:

he’s super nervous to be celebrating your first valentines together

and knowing him he just has to make it perfect

he’s probably had his dinner reservation for like a month at least

picks up a bouquet of your favourite flowers too (bonus points cause he gets them from a local florist instead of a supermarket)

spends hours and hours picking out the perfect outfit too

probably calls Steph and asks for her advice on his outfit, cologne, his gift for you etc.

is at your house ready to pick you up super early

waits as long as you need to get ready and his jaw DROPS when he sees you

all flustered and shy and stumbles over his words while he tries to compliment you!!

he definitely relaxes a little on the way to the restaurant

by the time you’re eating, you guys are making easy conversation and by dessert he’s holding your hands across the table <3

insists you guys go for a walk after dinner to look at the stars !!

“so, how did I do? did I nail it?”

Damian Wayne:

he is a complete stranger to the concept of Valentines

And much like Tim he simply does not care

however his teacher makes them make little mail boxes in school and teaches them about the history of the holiday

and he gets a bit of a heavy heart realizing this is something normal kids do and he just really wants to fit in even if he’ll never admit

which is what leads him to you the day before Valentine’s Day

and of course you can’t say no to him because he’s being vulnerable with you and he’s just so fragile :((

that’s how you end up taking him to the craft store to pick up foam and ribbons and glitter glue and stickers

the two of you sit down at the table and get to work making cute little heart shaped valentines for all of his classmates

he probably handwrites a message on each of them individually

things like “I tolerate you” and “you’re not the stupidest person in our class”

the spirit is there lol

Steph and Dick definitely join in and help you guys make them at some point

and Alfred makes sure you guys have snacks and drinks the whole time

at school the next day he’s so nervous to give them out but when he gets his first ever Valentine he’s so happy !!

and when he gets home you’re waiting there with the rest of the family with more Valentine’s for him!!

pretends he doesn’t care but he’s smiling and blushing and hides them in a shoebox in his closet

he looks at them whenever he’s sad :((

“As stupid as Valentines are, thank you, y/n, for helping me join in this year”

pretends he doesn’t care but he’s smiling and blushing and hides them in a shoebox in his closet

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Would that I- bella ramsey xreader

“true that i saw her hair like the branch of a tree”

summary: bella is a person of many trades, your favorites just so happen to be when they play guitar and sing. you have always admired this about her, as any friend would. b/c you and bella have always been supportive of each other’s interest, they always come to you first when he’s written a song or learned a new one. why would this time be any different?

a/n: idk how to write summaries… but anyways enjoy:) (p.s. hc wise, i think they listen to hozier…yea she definitely does)

warnings: unproper grammar(maybe) how i've passed all my lit classes i will never know. probably not fully proofread, i miss the smallest things smh

*all pronouns for bella used*

you wiggle the key into the stubborn door of bella’s apartment, eventually winning the fight against it. opening the door you’re met with the sound of guitar strings being plucked and you smile softly. setting your bag on the kitchen counter you begin wandering around looking for your best friend.

“hey bels?” you call out.

“in here” he says from the sunroom.

you laugh softly grabbing a small throw blanket from the couch.

"hi" you smile, bending down to hug her, finding it a little difficult due to the guitar in their lap. the smell of old spice wonderfully clouds your sense of smell as they reach up to hug you back. the two of you gently sway for a few seconds before you pull back to adjust yourself next to him on the small couch, covering your legs with the blanket.

"how was your day?" he asks smiling over at you.

"it was good, slow, it was just a lot of cleaning up some scenes" you exhale recalling your most recent project, a movie you had been working on for the last few months, one only the people a part of it and the people closes to you knew about. acting was stressful sometimes, but the final project was always worth it, and that's something you and bella could both agree on.

"those days are inevitable, but i believe in you." they say as the lean back to rest their head on your shoulder. this caused you to blush a light pink color, luckily, he couldn't see your face at the moment. you didn't know what it was but lately you've been feeling certain ways about your best friend, and you were scared you wouldn't be able to hide those feelings for much longer. the only thing stopping you was the incessant fear of losing her friendship if they didn't feel the same way.

after moments of peaceful silence bella breaks it be jolting up excitedly. "oh! i learned a new song!"

"really? show me!'' you smiled mirroring her excitement. for as long as you've known bella your favorite thing about them has been her ability to play guitar and sing. they were so good at it, and it seemed to be a big passion of his as well.

"of course! you're going to love it, it's a hozier song" they beam at you holding eye contact waiting for your reaction, which didn't take long because you immediately grinned so big.

" you learned another one? which one?!" you question with giddy.

"you'll have to guess."

"c'mon that's no fun" you whine putting on a fake frown.

"you'll live" she jokes.

"okay, fine go." you pout resulting in a laugh from her.

she plucks some cords before playing, listening to them intently. you just stare at him in awe. before you know it, you're hearing the first notes of hozier's "would that i". you gasp in amazement, and they let a small laugh leave their mouth, somehow without losing focus. as if it couldn't get any better, he also starts singing the words along with the music.

you feel your eyes water, you have no idea why that would be happening. was it the emotional toll of being in love with your best friend, someone who you've watched grow into a beautiful and talented human being? the fear that if you were to express how you feel, it could all turn against you, and you lose the one person who means the most in the world to you? or maybe it's just because the song is so beautiful? its defiantly the song.

you got so lost listening to his voice and the way the sun setting through the window made their skin glow and made his hair shine like honey. shit you were head over heels.

by down you had drowned out her voice due to your staring that you didn't even realize they had finished. not until they're talking directly at you. you blush a little realizing you 100% got caught staring.

"so what do you think?" she ask not making eye contact.

"i loved it," you smiled,

"thank you so much." he grins, and you swear you see faint pink on their cheeks.

"i, um-", you go to say something, but you stop yourself.

"what was that?''

"i uh... i should get back to my hotel.''

"just stay here'' she says but its more of a begging question.

"no, i can't, ive got an early morning and we both know i'm not quiet in the mornings, i wouldn't want to wake you that early.'' you try and lie.

"y/n please'' he begs, grabbing your hand giving you those big brown puppy eyes.

"i'm sorry.'' you shake your head.

they tug you closer, your chests touching. they stare you in the eyes, you notice her give a quick glance to your lips. you in return look to theirs.

"there's something uh... i've mean meaning to tell you," they exhale nervously, "and i really need to get it off my chest. this um..." they swallow hard, "this is harder than i thought."

"shut up" you say with a fake serious tone.

"what i haven't even gotten to what i wanted to say." they knit their eyebrows in confusion.

"you don't have to, if it's what i think it is, i already know," you smile, "because i want to tell you the same thing."

"y/n-"

"i like you, like REALLY like you okay!"

"i-" they were speechless. you two just stared back at each other, waiting for the other to speak.

"i like you two, like reeaallyy like you." they smile wide.

you smile and release a breath of relief, resting your forehead on theirs. you two stay like that giggling back and forth.

"can i kiss you?" they speak up.

"of course." you smile.

she then softly presses their lips to yours, grabbing your face, she deepens the kiss making it more passionate but soft. his hands travel to your hair gently brushing it while your hands find the small of their back caressing softly. this goes on until your both pulling away for air, laughing breathlessly.

"so... stay the night?"

you laugh hugging them as they spin you around like something out of a movie.

the rest of the night you spend cuddled on the couch watching your favorite movies until you're both passed out in each other's arms.

a/n: AAAAHHH LETS GOOOO!!!! so BAHAHAAHAH this took longer than i wanted and it's not even as long as i wanted it:( anyways here it is, i hope you really enjoy it. there will hopefully be more in the future:) feel free to request, also let me know if my replies are off bc i clicked on one of my post and it says my comments are turned off??? idk, but my asks should be on:) love you! have a great day/night!🫶

#bella ramsey #bella ramsey fic #the last of us #the last of us hbo #bella ramsey x reader

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