#Dream also doesn't really know (he has a slight idea because he probably interacted with parents of kids from the village)

[somegrumpynerd]

The funny thing about dadmare is that Nightmare has no idea what a parent-child relationship is like because he effectively didn't have one. So when someone tries to tease him by saying he's being a dad and he denies it, he's being 100% honest

[areislol]

nsfw hcs | MINORS DNI !

ft— neteyam x fem. human! reader warnings— (^) mdni, praises, aged up characters, neteyam being the soft boy we know, soft sex, consent king!! slight breast/nipple play, as i said before, minors PLEASE do not interact but then again, read what you want, size + breeding kink, vanilla(?) sex, p in v, fingering, marking, riding but no pen. long like reeaaally long, first smut hc ever so if there's any mistake pls ignore them a/n— im just feeling it today i don't know why... image layout ib by @luvsellie also, isn't neteyam so pretty?

he is so, so sweet. so expect many praises when you're being stuffed <3

service soft dom!!!

loves hearing you plead so he can fulfill your wishes, doesn't like the idea of denying your wishes.

he acknowledges how you're much smaller than him but that just fuels his size kink even more..

neteyam is the sweetheart king, so he always resists his animalistic urge to just pound you but can't since his dick is well.. too big, way too big for you and it'd probably hurt you. the idea of hurting you during a special time pains him so he takes it slow.

he asks you if you're okay with just the tip and if you want more he will of course oblige, and when he does he makes sure to put it in (painfully for him) slow.

speaking of asking, he is the consent king!! always asks if you're okay with this and that, making sure that you're not hurting or that you aren't uncomfortable.

so many kisses/open-mouthed kisses, whether it be on your forehead, lips, cheeks, stomach, pussy, thighs, he just loves giving you kisses.

he worships your body... like.. a lot... since you're (obviously) different to him he takes his time to observe every part of your body, your moles, birthmarks, (stretchmarks if you have any), and any "flaw" you say you have he will kiss them and reassure you that you're beautiful <3

foreplay!! he loves it, kissing you while he presses his knee to your sex as you grind against it

he also loves it because you told him that it gets the person more aroused and wet—meaning it would hurt less when entering you and that's the reason why he always does foreplay.

the first time you two had sex he's slow and sensual but after a few times he gets more bolder and confident and might just go slightly quicker than usual.

when he gets jealous you best believe he's going to be fucking you all night long.

he will never admit it to you but he has multiple wet dreams of you, so when his dream comes true, the sight of you naked, laying down on the grass makes him drool and thank eywa.

when you touch his tail or accidentally brush up against it he whimpers.. and groans

he knows all of your sensitive spots, inside and on the outside.

tickles you softly when he sees that you're uncomfortable that you're naked. even though when having sex with you it's special and intimate, he won't hesitate to make you laugh/giggle when he sees that you're uncomfortable.

!! loves giving you oral, hearing your soft moans when he's licking your slit makes him excited and you know it when you see his tail swaying.

talking about oral, he loves the taste of you while he's lapping your folds, when your thighs start to close he lightly pushes your legs away with a firm but not too tight grip on your thighs.

sometimes he wishes you could suck him off but considering the size.. no way. but he doesn't mind, as long as you're (moaning) in pleasure and enjoying it.

he's needy but he can be patient. if he's jealous though.. it's quite the opposite, making up an excuse to why both of you have to leave and once you two are alone he makes sure that you're full of his cum, full of his children so that everybody knows that your his.

loves to mark you with his fangs, leaving little imprints on your shoulder, thighs and neck (if you're comfortable with that)

since he is na'vi and you're human, you two couldn't really bond. he doesn't know any other way of bonding or be intimate with each other, other than tsaheylu, so when you introduce him to sex he doesn't know what to do.. at first anyways

when you had your first orgasm with him he was confused and worried.

"are you okay? why are you shaking?" "i didn't hurt you did i?"

it was a bit awkward when you had to explain to him what an "orgasm" was, not before you calmed down though but ever since you explained what an orgasm was he started teasing you.

"so i made you feel good? am i that good?"

after you two had sex he's starved for you a whole lot, he wants your touches and love + obsessed but not obsessed obsessed, but there were times where he wants you out of nowhere.

his favourite places to have sex with you is in his room or somewhere private. he isn't a fan of public sex, rather, a place where it's only you and him—somewhere secluded.

he definenetly encourages you to not cover your noises, when he sees you covering your mouth he grabs onto your hand to take it off "don't be afraid, i want to.. hear you", your moans and whining are like music to his ears, it makes him harder when he hears you moaning, also makes him want to please you even harder.

he loveees it when you moan his name, he (sometimes) whimpers when he hears his name coming from your mouth.

no matter what your kinks are he will NOT hurt you, never. small bites (using his fangs) are okay but nothing where he scratches you, uses a knife or a sharp object on you.

when he's impatient he rips off your clothes, he doesn't break it, but he immediately removes your buttons quickly (he's good with his hands) while hurriedly kissing you, sliding you panties off.

but when he's really impatient and just wants to eat you out or when he's hungry for you he might actually rip your clothes off

he's a boob man, no matter what size he will literally lay on your chest and litter it with kisses, leaving open mouthed kisses on your nipples <3

he nips and sucks your nipples, cupping your breasts as he keeps on suckling on your breasts. your nipples are probably and most likely sensitive from all his licking and sucking.

so now he teases you. for eg. he places his finger on your nipple you shiver to which neteyam chuckles at, "sensitive there, hm?" he continues to circle your nipple before you feel his warm and soft tongue on your nipple, soft moans escaping your mouth.

loves seeing you in a mess while you're a babbling mess, mumbling incoherent words, finds you so adorable <3

when you squirt for the first time he's confused at first but he doesn't mind as it probably meant you were enjoying it.

his fingers are long and slim (his man is literally 9-10ft of course his fingers are gonna be long c'mon), he watches as his fingers slide in and out of your vagina, how your juices slide down from your pussy as he picks up his pace.

your whimpers, cries and whimpering could and can make him cum, your noises make him so horny my lord.

fingers you while licking your bud/his thumbs pressing on it as he traced little circles on it, he KNOWS how to make you feel good even though he has never done it before (until you came)

enjoys the sight of watching you squirm as he slowly pumps in and out of your sex while sucking and licking your now sensitive bud.

he's literally making out with your pussy, his nose hitting his bud which never fails to make you shiver.

when you introduce neteyam to new positions he's all for it

once of his favourite positions is when you sit on his face, he LOVES it and looks forward to you sitting on his face <3 doesn't care if you suffocate him, he will die happy.

^ loves riding without penetration as your wet pussy lubes his dick, it makes him and you moan in pleasure

his aftercare is *chefs kiss*

he loves doing it, he doesn't understand how anyone could not do aftercare!! like you can't just leave your partner in bed after having sex and not do anything.. right? when you tell him that people do do that he's in shock and assures that he is not like them.

gives you massages on the places where you say it hurts, loves it when you return the favor.

he gives you forehead kisses while tracing circles on your thighs, your head on his chest as he's by your side. he mutters small praises to you and gets you cleaned up before dressing you and letting you sleep on his chest as he continues to whisper loving and caring words, running his fingers through your hair.

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liking + following + reblogs are very much appreciated!!

another note: tumblr and it's 4000+ block limit whatever it's called, i hate it so much because there are so many writers on tumblr and we do tend to write a lot!!! i hope tumblr will fix this problem. i feel like i have many more nsfw hcs for him but i just can't get it out idk why. ALSO I HAD SO MANY PROBLEMS W THIS FIC BC TUMBLR WASN'T WORKIIINNGG

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

[isleofair]

3 things (:

1. I read on the wiki that one of Nathan’s dreams is to build a happy family with a lover!!?? Do you agree with this being canon (in your opinion) and if so how would you interpret it? (Maybe just Keith and the dogs or something else entirely?) I personally can see it, Nathan is such a thoughtful and aware person, even her interactions with the younger heroes alone just sells the idea for me.

2. What's a personal habit (or habits) you think Keith and Nathan have generally? (exampe: nail biting, pen clicking, doodling on important papers)

3. Love your stuff! Just dropping in to say hi! (I don’t rlly used my tumblr but why not start again!)

OMG hiii!!! 😍💚💚💚

I'm honestly honored you'd ask my opinion! 😅 Like... Maybe I have finally achieved that level of obsession with characters that gives off a vague aura of "my thoughts about them are somehow interesting"? 🤔😂🥰

But brace yourself, because this is now that "you have asked me about my hyperfixation and thus triggered an unskippable cutscene" post, lol 😅

I do think that is as canon as anything that's not directly in the show can be, yeah! (By which I mean "I hold it to be true because the authors wanted me to know about it and put it in an official product, but if someone wanted to argue that it's not really canon because it's not in the show, I'd go, 'eh, fair enough'".) My interpretation is a bit complex: I absolutely do think Nathan wants a lover and a happy family. (Like you say, she's so thoughtful, and she loves love, and supporting other people.) Now, does that 'family' imply kids? Nathan seems to love children (the same source says she wants to increase company profits to donate more money to kids), but... I think she might do so in a slightly, how to put it, more theoretical / slightly less hands-on way? I'm basing this on how she interacts with baby Sam in episode 1x09. When handed a baby, her first instinct is to go "no no no that's not for me"; she only holds him when Bunny says they need a woman because Sam is calling for "mama", so it's more of an identity-affirming thing than an I-really-like-babies thing. OTOH, she is quite nurturing, and she doesn't look too uncomfortable once she does hold Sam. But, OTOOH, she treats Rose and Kid as her peers; in spite of them being teens and her (probably) being in her 30s, she acts more like an older sister than like a parent or even an aunt to them. So I think the "happy family" thing is mostly about... you know. Having someone you share an unconditional love with; someone you can go home to. Which doesn't seem to be something she has from her parents any more. 🙁 (But she does seem to get along well with her younger sister, which, well, see the thing about Rose and Kid). And I absolutely think that is Keith and the dogs for her, yes!!! They seem to want so many of the same things, and they get along so easily and so well (as soon as they get over their slight communication bump), and they obviously like spending time together in all contexts. (It's probably one of those "Oh. Wait. I already have that family I wanted, and it's this adorable weirdo and his fluffy boys" kind of things.) ❤️💜 (I could see both of them maybe wanting to have kids in the future; but I also don't see Keith ever retiring unless he has to, and Nathan probably wouldn't want to stop being his Buddy, and they're both ridiculously busy. So my personal idea is they just keep helping and supporting kids everywhere forever, including mentoring more and more younger heroes, but they never have their own children... Although that might be me projecting, because I'm very much an "I don't want kids EVER" kind of person. 😅)

Oooh. I don't usually naturally come up with such minute headcanons on my own, but now that you've asked... 🤔 I think Keith might be someone who grounds himself by touching stuff? Like, petting his dogs, holding objects, something like that. (Possibly the kind of person who, when holding hands with someone, would keep stroking his thumb along the other person's hand without quite realizing he's doing it.) As for Nathan, I could see her maybe biting her lip or the end of a pen or something when she's frustrated, or maybe also when she's trying to focus. (Or her nails, too, but only if she can do so without ruining her manicure, lol.)

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 Thank you so much again!!! Love to see you around here, as well 💚💚💚 And... Look, I gave you that freaking novel of an answer at point 1, but I realized as I typed it that my thesis statement on that matter already exists, and it's essentially my fic Sunday, lol 😅 So I'll shamelessly plug it for your further reading (just because you already said you'd like to read more of my stuff 💖), even though it says pretty much the same things I wrote here 😘

Thank you so much for this ask, I absolutely adore talking about FireSky (obviously, lol 😅) and I love every chance to do so! We can chat about them any time you'd like! 🥰🥰🥰

[lavenoon]

Hiya! I went to have a nap to get rid of a headache and ended up having a small dream of Hatchling AU but with a slight twist.

After the angst of one of the boys snapping at them, instead of just bowing out of missions/avoiding them, they swap time slots entirely. Now instead of working the Day, they work at Night and interact with Dusk.

They thought maybe this would work out better for them and it did!... For a bit. Dusk also snaps at them, scaring them in the same way in the little angst drabble you wrote.

Robin starts thinking that maybe being an agent isn't what they thought it be and starts second guessing themselves to the max. Robin, desperate for some form of 'good enough', asks to get swapped to Tech in the guise of 'will improve my performance if i could make these work/fit better'.

Robin is unaware of how well they've actually been doing because of Dawn and Dusk's reactions to them and the Heads (cant remember the word) decided that if this really good up-and-coming agent will work better with gear/tech made by themself then hell yeah.

Robin gets to work in the labs/on tech for as long as they want so long as they accept any mission the Heads deem as needing their immediate attention. Robin agrees and that's where they've been for a few weeks now.

They've managed to dodge Dusk and Dawn while heading to the labs and neither know where Robin went.

Dawn and Dusk both still want to apologize but their little thief/bird has vanished, leading them to thinking they may have quit or been fired.

The Heads send them a mission detailing they need to use a special device/trinket a lab tech made and have to go pick it up.

Not in the mood to be dealing with another person that probably doesn't like them/is afraid of them they barge right in.

The Tech tells them to hold for just a moment so they can grab the device. A moment that told them that the Tech was Robin.

Robin turns around, with their mask on, mid-explanation of the new device only to freeze at the realization of who they're debriefing to.

I woke up after that.

As I type this i have no idea how the living/home set up would work (maybe the tenant thing didn't happen in this version) since the dream never left the agent side of things.

I also have no idea if the other ever found out that they started getting visited/working with the person their counterpart was annoyed with.

I'm going to have another nap now because typing this out without glasses brought the headache back.

Hope you have a wonderful day/night dear, Take Care!

Oh I am totally normal about you dreaming of Hatchling AU totally totally

I went a little off the rails, so the rest goes under the cut - 1.7K words, and I won't apologize <3

So like this the neighbor thing really wouldn't work - only creating more isolation for Robin. They go home to an empty house, and they have nothing to soften the blow of everything happening at work.

So when Dawn snaps at them, they decide to take the hint and just switch shifts entirely. There they run into Dusk - and they're already more hesitant about everything.

That's a bit of a speedrun there - because Robin then obviously finds out there's another celestial animatronic star agent, one they haven't been aware of at all. And Dusk knows of the newbie Robin too - so it's not hard to connect them back to the agent Dawn used to work with. He's quiet, not as flashy as Dawn, and doesn't outright snap at them - so that's good?

Dusk has to wonder just how much Dawn exaggerated, because what he sees is a quiet agent who is obviously still having new job jitters. There's none of the crazy ideas or impulsive comments that Sun always complained about, and he wonders how much of that was exaggeration or maybe just an indication that they weren't suited for the undercover work.

They do look happy parkouring, and he doesn't begrudge them the glee of that - it's the first time in a long time that he doesn't look for the fastest way to a target, but rather the most thrilling one. And they keep up!

So for Dusk, this is an arrangement he can live with, even if he feels a bit like a babysitter for the rookie sometimes. Dawn meanwhile goes through much of the same, more agents refusing to work with him, and then he hears from his counterpart that Robin works with him now and has undergone a rather drastic personality change, and somehow... That doesn't feel right.

Dusk also doesn't stay happy for too long, because when there's a group of hostiles and Robin is just way too reckless? They can't take that seriously either, and suddenly he knows what Dawn was talking about.

That... Maybe isn't the most tactful thing to point out while he's making sure they aren't bleeding out from their freshly acquired stab wound.

Robin doesn't say anything after that.

They're dead silent, and don't look at him anymore.

He's obviously not surprised when they don't come back for a while - but when weeks turn into months and there's no sign of them again, he does kind of get antsy.

Because Sun and Moon continue to share notes, and Moon does feel bad about his almost panicked comment that, well... He wasn't actually angry, just frenzied by the newbie he decided he'd keep an eye on actually getting stabbed while he was there. Sun of course also isn't happy - somehow hearing that Moon threw Dawn's words back at Robin in that kind of situation also makes him think that he wasn't quite the friendliest person either. He didn't even give them the benefit of doubt - and their sudden personality shift does make him think.

They somewhat settle for the thought that Robin quit after getting stabbed - surely that just wasn't what they signed up for. And while it hurts to think that they'd never get to apologize, they feel like a short-lived rivalry is better than a short-lived rival.

So when Dawn is instructed to pick up a new spy device from the labs, he's certainly not expecting to see a familiar face. (It does explain the almost ridiculous design of the device, but he can't deny that it could work)

They don't expect to see him there either though. And, oops, they aren't really in the mood to be bubbly or quiet now (: He gets a glare, before they turn back again, continuing with their explanation of the device in a much sharper tone than before.

Dawn deflates, just a little. He did that - Dusk and him, both of them.

"You still work here," also isn't quite the best way to voice his surprise, as gentle as he does it. Because Robin has had enough. They snap around to him, barely contained fury evident in their expression.

"What, expected I was fired for being that much of a failure?"

Uh oh.

If there were anyone else in the room, they might have been surprised at the ruthless star agent pacifyingly raising his hands and stepping back from the tiny in comparison lab tech now glaring daggers at him. Hell, even Dawn is surprised that this is his course of action. But still, he's proud, and he needs to set the record straight.

"That's not what I said -"

"Yeah, but you said plenty. And Dusk made sure I remember, too."

They turn their back again, and Dawn... Dawn doesn't like this, at all. None of this. They sound sad and angry and almost crushed and he hates that. That's not how they're supposed to be.

So for the first time in ever, maybe, he swallows his pride.

"We were wrong. I was wrong. To say those things, and for how I said them. I'm sorry."

If he had a tongue, he'd bite it, but even so the excuses and justifications struggle to escape anyway. They have no place here, and even Dawn is aware of that.

Robin doesn't react past hunching their shoulders, but he can't see their expression.

"... Didn't know you know those words. So what, how's Dusk gonna surprise me?"

He clenches his fingers, then slowly unfurls them again. Easy, easy - do not snap at the newbie. That's what caused this mess in the first place.

"Dusk watched you get stabbed. He was concerned, and acted out of line, and I'm sure he'll apologize himself. I cannot and will not do that on his behalf."

"It's great that he watched, I didn't quite get to. Was a bit too dark."

"The lights -"

Robin throws him a withering look past their shoulder. He flinches back, and not just because of how their eyes shine with tears they're holding back.

"I was preventing the lights from being turned on. Dusk was busy, he didn't even see the guy aiming for the switch - and I didn't see the knife. We're even."

Wait. Wait a moment - gears start turning, and Dawn's eyes widen in realization. Dusk saw, and Robin didn't -

"He was using nightvision. The sudden light would have overloaded his optics, blinding him for at least a few seconds - if not damage them entirely."

Seconds of blindness or even total loss of vision - neither are good in a fight. And Dusk didn't even see? Didn't even pay attention?

It seems he trusted his little rival more than he was even aware of.

Robin continues to mumble, fiddling with the device in front of them, unaware of his little moment.

"I wasn't sure. I just know how afterimages work, and nightvision binoculars. I was thinking. Just not enough."

"You were thinking more than him. Or me, for that matter. We both got used to our routine, and that's on us, not you. We falsely took it out on you."

Because isn't that exactly what he did? Got angry at them for thinking outside the box he built around himself?

Robin turns back to him, sizing him up - as if they hadn't seen him before. Fresh eyes, maybe, or a new light now. Maybe they're a bit of a sucker, but they haven't forgiven either of them yet - they just want to, because they don't enjoy the grudges. They also, deep down, still crave that validation - the acknowledgment of the star agents. Having one of them admit to his own mistakes and apologize seems like a reasonable first step. Maybe there's hope for them yet.

But they're also curious, and now thinking of routines and being stuck in old ways helps a certain question they kept to themself resurface.

"... How'd you two get this job?"

Dawn wants to balk, shoot it down - where did that come from? It's irrelevant, and frankly -

And frankly, the hesitant look on Robin's face extinguishes all the fight in him. He's not Eclipse, he can mention some things without revealing his entire identity.

"We have family, at another location. Code name Horizon -"

Their eyes light up, and he wonders if they've worked with his blueprints before. They sure had all the opportunities at the lab.

"- and he got us the job. We were transferred, to keep the risk to a minimum, but we got in."

"That's lonely."

He doesn't want to think about that.

"And you, little thief? Got caught stealing?"

The deflection works - they smile, and puff out their chest just a little.

"Got scouted. Guess how. ... Not the stealing."

Dawn laughs softly, just for a moment, but the amusement rings in his tone, too.

"With you, I wouldn't be surprised if you simply walked in and declared yourself an agent."

It catches them off guard, and they snort - a hand flying up to cover their mouth immediately, but he heard. It gives him hope, too.

"... Almost. Caught someone on the roof during their smoke break, and apparently me dodging the alarms was cause enough to drag me right in and well, a job that condones climbing around on other people's property? I got excited."

But then their expression falls again, and their shoulders slump. They aren't doing that anymore, or any of the other things that excited them about this job. They're just hoping to not mess this up, too - it's all they have left here.

Dawn notices, too, and does correctly reach the assumption that they grieve the fun they used to have. And as much as it stings, he also knows a single conversation won't fix that.

That's okay. He'll come back - and he's sure Dusk will, too, as soon as he tells him about this development. For now, he points towards the spy device still lying on the table.

"Tell me how it works. I'll take it seriously."

Because that's what he can offer. He can be professional, and he can treat them as an equal - he didn't before, but he'll be sure to do so now.

Robin smiles, if a little hesitant.

"Take it with some fun, too. You could use it."

... Yeah, maybe he could.

[edgelordfucker]

Wait omg what would reader and Belos dress as for Halloween

I feel like Belos would either go really simple or not dress up at all (being puritan and whatnot probably doing this for reader)

Reader would do a sexy costume but not like a simple one where you stick on some cat ears and whiskers put on lingerie and call yourself a cat (I honestly think she would do like a sexy witch or devil costume because…the irony)

MDNI - Minors Do Not Interact

CW: slight cheating mentioned, voyeurism, stalking, dysfunctional/abusive relationships

(this is honestly really fluffy, but I'm mentioning those things just in case!)

Hi, anon! This has become the "Mors throws up about Behlip and Halloween, because she's been fucking DYING to do so" hour. Thank you for your service!

(this is also taking place in my 'Caleb is alive in the human realm' AU)

Philip (because I imagine that, while the Isles probably has a similar holiday, it doesn't have that je ne sais quoi that the human version does, so the two of you really only celebrate it properly when you cross back over, and the Belos shoe has dropped) isn't thrilled about Halloween, but he hates the Catholics more than he doesn't care for it, and the idea that their All-Saint's-Day has become fully secular and totally divorced from the remembrance of their martyrs fills him with a sense of schadenfreude so complete and delicious that he's absolutely down to get fucking silly on some pumpkins and bats and vampires, or whatever, especially because it's your favorite holiday.

(but he is a full on curmudgeon about Christmas)

((until it comes time to decorate, because he has strong opinions about How Things Should Look))

((and when there’s mistletoe))

((or hot chocolate))

((or cookies))

Halloween in your household starts at about the beginning of July, when the very first end-caps in the HomeGoods are starting to sprout cheap plastic pumpkins, generally kicked off like so:

"Oh, fuck me," you sigh, watching the glittering fountain of sparks fly out of the cardboard tube from a safe distance, elegantly holding the punk between two fingers like a cigarette holder with one hand, the other fisted at your waist, "I can't believe it's July." There's a beat as you consider this. "Time is a flat circle."

Philip chuckles, carefully hooking his arm around you to pull you close so that he can lean down to kiss the top of your head. "It slips you, that's true."

"It's almost Halloween."

"It really isn't."

"It's like, what, one-hundred and eighty days until Halloween? That's basically Halloween." He knows that number is wrong, and does a quick calculation.

"One-hundred and nineteen."

"How do you know that?" The way you say it is playfully accusatory. "Like, off the top of your head?"

"I didn't.” You snort.

"Okay, mister math wizard, suck-" Sotto voce, so you're not overheard, "suck my dick." He exhales in amusement, prepared to shoot back, but there's movement in the corner of his eye.

A moment of silence passes as the two of you watch as Gus quickly approaches, lights, and gets clear of the fountain-style firework set up on the wide concrete driveway, Hunter standing tensely a few feet away, poised like he’s ready to shield his friend with his body at the suggestion of something going wrong. 

It goes off smoothly in a shower of white gold sparks, lighting up the encroaching blue-gray gloom of Summertime twilight. 

“Oh, that’s pretty,” you breathe. He hums in agreement, fascinated. Philip had heard tales of these as a little boy from Caleb, who had been born in England and seen a display himself, and he’d always dreamed of the spiraling lights and colored rockets from his brother's stories, eventually inventing a version of them with the material he’d had available to him during his campaign on the Isles.

Nowadays, they were common and inexpensive - Caleb had purchased enough to fill the bed of his truck to celebrate the Fourth, and the children were setting off the smaller ones before it was time to travel to the park to see the Gravesfield display, and then back to your home to light the big ones.

“It's simple math,” he finishes, when the sparks finally stop.

"I would call calendar math unsimple math, actually."

"It's really very easy," he disagrees, "you add the months from the first of January to the thirty-first of October, and then you add the months from the first of January to today, the fourth, and subtract January-to-October from July-to-October, which is three-hundred and four less one-hundred and eighty-five, leaving one-hundred and nineteen." He shrugs. "Simple math,” he repeats.

”It’s honestly really impressive that you can do that without, like, paper, or something.” You say the words with that crooked grin. Philip feels a little swell of pride in the middle of his chest, and he hums in humble acceptance of your praise, giving you a squeeze.

“Thank you.” 

"What do you want to be this year?” You bounce subtly at his side, already unable to contain your enthusiasm. It’s very cute. He valiantly resists the urge to eat up that lovely grin, something that would surely draw boos from the assorted teens - as little as Mrs. Noceda liked having ‘her kids’ anywhere near him, she was very practical, accepting the support that you and Caleb offered when it came to their care, and she allowed them to come over, especially when you were throwing a party, like the one tonight. “We should probably start thinking about it now... Oo!" You glance up at him, eyes bright. "Dracula! You make a sexy vampire." He's pleased by the compliment.

"Weren't we Dracula and his bride last year?"

"You could be a different Dracula this year. Frankenstein? You would actually be a really good Frankenstein. You're already a-" You stop suddenly, and in that heartbeat, he cuts in, dry as bleached bone.

"Green?" The curse is mostly under control, and he hides it away when he's in mixed company, but it's a better use of his energy to leave the evidence of it when it won't cause any uncomfortable questions, like right now, at home.

Pivoting like a dancer, you ignore him and continue, "-very tall, you wouldn't need the platforms-"

He adds, "And minimal make-up."

"I didn't- I'm enjoying July,” you bluster, trying not to laugh. “It's nice, there are lightning bugs, fireworks. Plain fire." You vaguely indicate the fire-pit with it's crackling flames, where Luz and Willow are setting up things to make ‘s’mores’, Mrs. Noceda supervising the boys from one of the camping chairs set up in a semi-circle around the pit with a red plastic cup in her hand. She gives you a light cheers with it when she notices your glance, and you wave back, a little shyly. Philip chooses to ignore the way you absently nibble your lower lip.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Wittebane?” You grimace. Amity approaches a little stiffly with a couple of long gray sticks in her hand.

“You can just call me-” 

Bang! 

Philip goes very still at the sound, relaxing when he realizes that it was just a firecracker.

“Anyways, what’s up? Need a light?”  

“Yes please, Mrs-” Bang! Amity’s lips shape your first name instead of your married one, and you seem to take that as a victory, not bothering to ask her to drop the ‘Mrs.’ as well.

”Here ya go!” You hold the punk out for her to touch the tips of her sticks to, and then she takes a swift step back when they burst into sparkles. 

“Thank you!” she calls, jogging over to where the basilisk - Vee - stands, gingerly holding one of them out for it - her - he really is trying, honestly - to take.

“For sure, darlin’!” You watch them with a look of quiet joy as they trace shapes in the air together, leaving trails of light in their wake.

Philip kisses his teeth in pleasure as an suddenly idea hits him, drawing your attention. "Jareth and Sarah?" he posits.

You gasp softly, and he grins in response to the smile you give him. "Oh, that's so good!" And then, brows furrowed, "oh, that ballgown is going to be a bitch to make." It's contemplative, he can see in your face that you're already coming up with solutions in that rapid, chaotic way you work things through.

"You know," he starts, smoothing his free hand over his chin as he turns the gown over in his mind, "I don't think it's all fabric - the biggest obstacle, I think, would be the sleeves, and if they're some sort of... cellophane?"

"Oh, like those bags you can put gift baskets in?"

"Exactly!"

The two of you spend the rest of the evening workshopping the idea between the festivities and making sure the kids don’t set themselves on fire.

Philip actually really enjoys going through the whole process with you. You insist on making your own costume every year, and he loves spending time doing something challenging and creative together. You both have a strong sense of aesthetic and style, and your combined flair for drama is nearly nuclear.

The two of you will choose a theme - always a couple's costume - and he'll make up some sketches that you'll go back and forth about, picking over samples of fabric and lace and netting until you both are satisfied, and then you'll start on the mock-ups, taking each other's measurements and working together in your sewing room - he has a talent for hand-sewing, and you tend to work best on the machine. Most of the fun comes from the problem solving, and the time you spend together, but the final product is just the perfect finishing touch, a tangible reminder of all of the memories you’ve created.

Day of, you're helping each other dress and do make-up first thing after breakfast and showering, and you don't take your outfits off for the rest of the day. Halloween is big in Gravesfield, so candid photos of the best dressed are common. There’s sure to be Instagram pics of your costumes - the Phantom and Christine getting coffee, or the Devil and his succubus (he'd very nearly nixed the idea on principle, but WOW had he been popular that year and loved every minute of the attention) on a last minute candy run, or of Lydia and Beetlejuice at the early afternoon trunk-or-treat.

And then there are always the costumes that come out at eleven o'clock, when the last trick-or-treaters are on their way home, and the real fun can start. If you're in the know, you can count on an invitation to some 21+ party going on in Gravesfield, and they get... pretty rowdy.

Philip doesn't partake in those late night costume changes, preferring to wear the ones the two of you make together for their coverage and quality, but you always have a second one hidden away that are, politely put, 'economic' in their use of fabric, that he has come to anticipate and dread, as the first time he sees them are when you're already dressed and descending the stairs to leave for, or, on some years, to join the party.

Witches and devils are absolutely in your evening rotation, but there's also a lot of joy in costumes that are diametric to your usual aesthetic, like a hot pink Barbie in a latex mini-skirt, or a cute little cow with a bell on her collar and a hem that doesn't cover her ass, or a Playboy bunny with a perfect cottontail, or, notably, an angel with fluffy white wings and not much else.

That first human Halloween had ruined angels' wings for him, as a matter of fact. He hadn't been invited to that year's party, exactly - you still had your nose rather out of joint with him at that point - but that costume...

It had been a sinner's vision of how to clothe a heavenly body, all in snow white, a pair of short stays held together at the shoulder with long ribbons, your heavy breasts jiggling ever-so-slightly in the cups with any move you made, this little joke of a chiffon skirt that sat at your natural waist, clearly showing the thong cut panties with decorative ruffles along the high cut hips underneath, all topped off with the most darling pair of feathery wings and a golden halo, and these maddening platform heels, tied to your ankles with yet more ribbon, that he knows are going to look so good pointed straight up in the air when he puts you on your back, pins your knees to the mattress on either side of your chest, and fucking plows you fucking stupid later on that evening.

He still gets this quiet intensity when he thinks about it, an echo of how deeply he had been struck by a twisted version of his hunter's urge to pursue, knowing with a sublime clarity that he would catch you, that it was predetermined that you'd wind up underneath him, no matter what.

Sure, you'd specifically left him at home alone with no means of conveniently getting to where you were going, but he was resourceful, and, moreover, could figure out how to get an Uber, thanks.

It had been concerningly easy to slip into the party unnoticed, dressed in his "witch hunter costume", especially considering how indisposed the people there were, many either drunk, or high, or, ahem, preoccupied, or all three. There were those who were sober to keep an eye on the revelers, but they had been more focused on the people who were already inside the house at that point in the night, and what was one more body added to the crowd, really? Philip had fit right in, propositioned at least three times before he had found you in the living room, on the couch.

Oh, it was agony, catching you in the lap of one of your friends, grinding against their thigh, pressed closed against them, their mouth at your neck, your décolletage, your little white wings bobbing as you circled your waist, their strong fingers digging into your skin and highlighting your softness as they used their grip there to meet your rhythm. Philip had taken a seat in one of the arm chairs a little ways away from you, features obscured by the shifting lights and unnoticed due to your... involvement, to watch.

He had never been so jealous while being so turned on.

Philip was somewhat soothed by your careful avoidance of certain acts. The touching stayed over your clothes, however scarce those were, and you never kissed their mouth, even though it was clear you were dying for the feeling of lips on yours. He wondered if you were thinking about him, wanting him, even in the arms of another person.

Eventually, you'd squirmed in a tell-tale way, and Philip had quietly slunk into the guest bathroom, hiding behind the shower curtain to surprise you while you were washing your hands, and well... It's easy to fill in the blanks. Now that the two of you are on better terms, it's become a yearly game - you, having your fun with anyone and everyone that you'd like, within certain boundaries, until it's too much for him to bear, and he finds a way to give you a little... fright. In the spirit of the holiday, of course.

[whorror-barbie]

Disgusted (Han Yun-Jae x fem! reader)

Summary : the captain hates your guts, but he sure likes to staying in them.

Warning : very rough hate sex, Jae is a complete asshole, a creampie, slut shaming, humiliation, porn with little plot really DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, AND IF ANY OF THE WARNINGS TRIGGERS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER.

A/n : yeah...I did it ok, I don't want to hear it 🤣 btw I didn't name the characters though because this is just a one shot of pure filth and probably going to be the only captain Han fic I'll do. this is spoiler free and has nothing to do with the show really...I just wanted to write about a hot space dilf. btw, I mean no disrespect to gong yoo,and this is more about the character he plays..not about him at all, but we can all agree that gong yoo is fine af though😍, anyways enjoy! :)

P.s. y'all can put me in horny jail for this 😭...

Being an engineer at the space station is great. It's been your long time dream to work here, so the fact that you got here through hard work is something that you should be proud of. most of the time you are stationed in the engineering department, but you do get an opportunity to go on space mission every now and then. For the most part, you get along with most of the crew, well except for the captain. Jae is a hard-ass and also very stubborn captain which is not a good mixture at all, though the worst part is that he does not like you at all, and you wonder why.

he claps your cheeks every chance he gets and gives you the best orgasms of your life. so, why is he like this towards you? Who knows, you're just used to it by now. There is a meeting this morning, you are going to take part in the space mission this time. As an engineer, most likely your job on this mission is to fix anything that needs to be replaced or do some maintenance work to make sure things are stable at the station on the moon. You get here pretty early and say hello to your co-worker who is an astrobiologist. as you are talking happily with her, you see captain Han walking towards the two of you with the other crew members chit-chatting behind him, you can see that neck tattoo from a mile away, trying not to roll your eyes. " Look whose coming," she says besides you. "Hello, Captain Han" with her hand wave at him. You happily greet the other crew members and they do it in return.

"Hello, you're here early," he says towards her with a warm smile until he sees you next to her. his eyes wander to your body with a blank stare, not really caring to hide that he's checking you out" oh, hello Captain " you say to him cheerfully. He just responds with a slight nod and an expression that he really doesn't give a fuck about you which stings he's only really like that towards you, everyone else he'll at least acknowledge and talk to. Better believe being on a space mission with him was so fucking difficult, you respect him for being someone to get the job done, but he's not into new ideas you suggest, he just shuts them down so fast without a second thought. If it's not his way then it's not important, we are a team damn it. All of you make your way to the meeting room. In the room, you take a seat across from him, he just stares at you with a stoic expression. you're not sure whether he wants to murder or fuck you in front of everyone right now. You just roll your eyes then look to the side of you. he notices as he scoffs, looking away to talk to the astrobiologist next to him. Great, this meeting is going to go so well.

After a while in that long ass meeting, you can use a drink, you had a slight..well big disagreement with captain Han, he's going to give you grey hairs one day if he hasn't already. " know your place" and "fix that damn attitude" echoes through your head as he embarrasses you in front everyone. "Fuck me," you say as you drink some coffee " say it loud enough, and I'm sure someone will" the doctor joked, and you laugh in response. "Are you sure that you want to do this? " She's leaning on the counter. " Of course, I'm not going to let him get to me, he's a jackass" she's laughing at your response.

the two of you stand here, talking for a little bit about various topics. Work, family, and men. Captain Han walks through the door, sees you two, I guess he's getting coffee. "Girl, I'm going to need my vibrator to take with me on the space mission this time." both of you laugh at your silly statement, captain Han is an earshot away, drinking his coffee, and looks at you with so much annoyance. "How are you going to make time for that? " She laughs "I'm pretty sure I'll find a way, I only go without dick for so many days," you say with honesty then she laughs, covering her mouth. "Is that all you ever think about? sex and men" he spat towards you, even though it was not just you talking about it, but whatever. the two of you got quiet real quick "you should be focusing on the mission" He says, getting bored with you now.

"And that stunt you pulled in the meeting? Unacceptable, I should kick you off the team." Crossing his arms, He's talking to you like he's your father, it annoys the fuck out of you "we can use a more skilled engineer on board anyways...someone with no fucking attitude too" you look at him with wide eyes. how dare he come at your skillset, you are a damn good engineer, attitude? So what? you're doing your best with how he is treating you. swallowing hard as you look into his eyes, wanting to slap him, but you had to put your pride aside " I'm sorry, captain. I didn't mean to disrespect you, please don't kick me off the mission " doing a bow, he scoffs at you. " Maybe you should reconsider a different type of a career path, you're not cut out for this," he says in a monotone "somewhere like a gentleman's club, It seems more suitable since you're really good at spreading your legs, and nothing else" He's being pretty mean, yet doing this so calmly, he's the true definition of evil "Excuse me?" You say in anger. "You heard me" while he's looking down at you literally, the doctor is cringing behind you with her cup of coffee in hand.

"Sir, kindly fuck off,I'm not afraid of you" this might cost you your job,but you continue to speak anyways "the way you do things sometimes is going to get someone hurt hell even killed.you are a stubborn old man who doesn't care about the safety of the crew, why the fuck are you even captain?" folding your arms while smiling proudly, the doctor watches like this is some kind of soap opera. he's fuming at your disobedience, but remains calm still " at the end of the day, I'm in charge, I don't need your input on anything. so, just keep your whore mouth shut, and do as I say "he retorts, the doctor covering her mouth, she cannot believe he's talking to you like that "ladies get back to work," he said and continues " meet me in my office in 40 minutes, I think you might need an attitude adjustment" he does not even have the respect to look at you then he walks off. You know what that means. "I'm sorry that he's being such a jerk to you, what's his deal anyways?" You shrug " you get used to it after a while" she pats your shoulder "if you need anything, I'm here for you," she says sincerely with a smile. You nodded with a sad smile on your face. "Thank you" both of you finally leave the room, heading back to your department.

It's been 40 minutes now, and You finally make it to his office, It's a pretty far walk. Knocking on the door, Captain Hans opens it immediately. Barely making it in the room, he's already all over you. groping your body hungrily as he starts to suck on your neck giving you hickeys with you pushed up against the wall. This is a weird dynamic, though you do find him very attractive, so you are willing to sleep with him occasionally. "lay on your back for me" he ordered, and you do just that without any hesitation. Getting on his desk with your skirt bunched up on your hips,legs spread wide, waiting. He fumbles with his belt then unzips his pants. The anticipation is killing you, getting so wet through your panties. His big, hard cock springs out which you couldn't help, but stare at it. He pulls your panties to the side and starts to put the head of his cock slowly inside of you raw this time. He sighs with satisfaction as he's putting the rest of himself in you, grabbing on your thighs for support.

"oh fuck" you moan at the sudden intrusion, rubbing your clit to ease the pain as you are looking down at his pelvic colliding into you. He's pacing slowly while looking at you through lazy eyes. He loves how you fit perfectly around him,so out of nowhere he starts to pick up the pace, you moan loudly in response. He covers your mouth with his hand, he's glaring at you like he has murderous intent. In return, giving him doe eyes which makes him go faster, he's taking all his frustration out on your poor pussy. He eventually takes his hand off your mouth to hold on to your hips as he is brutally fucking into you now. Watching himself going in and out of your cunt is a sight to behold. "Mhmm" he grunts then throws his head back with his eye closed shut, his face contorted in pleasure, trying not to bust so fast. " Oh yes, captain just like that" you feel yourself cumming around his cock, trying to hold your own loud moans in. it didn't slow him down even though you are squeezing on him for dear life. He's so focused on your greedy walls engulfing him, he's not caring about getting you off really, he still hates you. "ah, fuck" he says looking back down to taking in the sight of where you two are connected "it's a good thing you have an amazing pussy and a mouth to go along with it or you would have been gone a long time ago" he stilling inside of you, then squeeze on him in response, you feel yourself getting wetter at his blunt statement. God, why does he have to be so good-looking, yet such an asshole? "Lay on your stomach" he pulls out.

On your stomach awaiting your pounding, he strokes himself while looking at your body. Grabs your hip in one hand and strokes his dick in the other then feeling how wet you are with his tip running through the folds of your cunt. both of you sigh at the same time, he's feeling for your entrance then shoves his cock all the way in. " Oh fuck, captain" his stoic expression turns into a smile without you knowing.he likes that you call him captain during these sessions. You brace yourself because he tends to be rough in this position and he did not disappoint, he's starting out strong. hearing skin slapping loudly as your ass is moving up and down against him, creating waves through it out. He grabs your ass to hold you in place,so he can see his big cock stabbing in and out of your pussy slowly yet violently, making you hit the wooden desk painfully with every thrust. you hear his grunts of approval from behind as he goes back to brutal speed. You are moaning like a pornstar, he's being so mean to your pussy. he's spanking you so hard "what a nice ass" he grunts to himself quietly as He makes you bend one of your legs on the desk, then proceeds to grabs your shoulders which causes him to go deeper, hitting it in a new angle. "So big, so deep...oh it's too much..I-I-" you are melting. holding on to the edge of the desk. You feel him in your stomach.

"where's that bitchy attitude of yours now?" Which causes you to moan pathetically, it's a good thing he's giving you great dick or you would say something smart right now. Han is spanking one of your ass cheeks red as he is continuing to abuse your g spot. you are trying to keep up with him, but your brain feels like mush under him, so he's definitely winning this battle.

The door was opening to his office, it was the astrobiologist, she see what's going on and she's shocked. frozen in place but you don't notice her. Your eyes are closed, too focused on his cock brutally punishing your walls. However ,Captain Han sees her, yet still continues to plow you anyways. not giving a single fuck, he's trying to find his release, no one was going to stop that."ah, yes" he grunts from your pussy tightening up as you're cum around him again. The door closes loudly and you open your eyes. Uh oh! You wanted to panic, though you don't care enough to. feeling the euphoria after cumming again was heaven and you feel your body getting weaker. Han is starting to slow down a little bit " I'm going to cum inside of you, so I hope you're on birth control or you might have to take a plan b after work " he still moving slowly inside of you to continue "this cunt feels too good" he whispers in the shell of your ear which gives you chills up and down your spine, thank goodness you are on the pill though. your pussy is miking him so well. "ah, fuck just like that" he grunts as he picks up the pace holding on to your hips " oh Han yes, fill up my pussy" you say desperately through a moan. that took him over the edge. all of a sudden, you feel him paint your walls as he's deep grunting uncontrollably above you. He pumps himself a few times inside of you then pulls out, giving your ass a good smack.

He's breathing heavily as he's putting his soft cock back in his pants, seeing his cum leaking from your pussy. he's secretly enjoying the view of this. You are also catching your breath. straighten yourself out,making sure you didn't look like you just got fucked. though You're worried the cum is going to leak when you walk out here, your thighs could hold it, but you're going to have to go straight to the restroom still. " I should get going," you say as he's pulling out a cigarette from a pack, putting it in between his lips "okay " he simply says, looking at you with lazy eyes. He helps you up from the desk which you realize how sore you are from all of that, he's just staring you down with a stoic expression and it's fucking awkward. He has to admit it, you are a very pretty lady, he still hates you though "see you, captain Han, sir. "Bowing, he responded with a nod "just be ready for the mission tomorrow" is all he said then you leave the office. As you open the door you bump into the astrobiologist " oh sorry" and she smiles " it's fine" then you proceed to walk away to go back to the engineering department. You hope that it wasn't her that walked in on you both fucking. Oh well, It is what it is now.

The end:)

[iknowicanbutwhy]

Heads up we got an

Adult Hikikomori Sunny AU

I've been waiting to find an AU after the neutral end of the Hikikomori route for a while. What happened to Sunny? How did his life go on after that? Did he go to college? Did he get a fulltime job? Did he figure out what he wants in life?

these are all very good questions because literally anything could be the case. So this AU is just gonna be stuck in a hospital setting for a while.

Here's what I got so far:

Past:

Hospital Psychiatrist (practicing? Training?) Doctor Hero

I imagine after Basil's death, Hero would (eventually) turn to learning how to identify and help people with suicidal tendencies, if he's gonna be a doctor anyway.

In a choice between psychologist and psychiatrist, Hero went psychiatrist. Hero's parents would pressure him into getting a more lucrative job. PLUS psychiatrists go to college for 8 years, then take four more of psychiatry residency. Hero might feel just a little more accomplished, just a little better about himself for earning a higher degree, just to reassure himself that he's working hard and doing his best towards helping people.

Hero did extra studying in psychotherapy. He tried doing it at the same time as he did medical college. He's not.. the best at it because of that, for several reasons, but he knows it's better to combine medicine and conversation. When he has his head on straight, he can manage it.

I have.. no idea whether to put Hero into practice or residency. He'd have to be at least around.. 31, if he were in practice. That's a long time to have unresolved trauma. That's a nice hunk of research i gotta do.

That's it that's all for Hero. His goals are set in the present and focused around other people, as per usual.

Sunny is... not doing so well. He lied about going to college when he moved into some hole far away from his mother. He has no reason to get up in the morning when he can just lie around. He doesn't enjoy whatever hobbies he used to have.

He doesn't even know Basil is gone and he's so bad off.

He's honestly convinced himself that he doesn't care about anything. He still cares about people, however. He'd have stayed with his mom and burdened her with himself if he didn't. When they had moved from Faraway, it was to a cheaper, smaller place. That meant Sunny's mom didn't have to work so much. That meant more time with Sunny. He decided it was.. preferable not to stay.

The only times he does anything is when he tries to remember the past and relearn the person he used to be. What did he do? What did he like? He'd play games, and read comics, and would get frustrated? move on to something else when those did nothing for him, searching for.. some feeling to occur. And then he'd question why, why, why.

Why can't he enjoy anything? Why does he want to feel enjoyment? Why can't he just do something and be happy? Why can't he just do nothing and be fine? Why does he need to exist? Why does he want to move? Why does he want, but can never have, can never get by himself?

If there's nothing he can do, then what is he waiting for?

Vague memories would become clearer with introspection, until he would feel something, finally. An old guilt aching from deep inside his bones. A haunting self hatred, ripping away whatever minuscule strength his limbs had to try anything fun. A sense of iron resignation blanketing and anchoring his body, reminding him that it's much too late to try getting up now. Ironically, apathy got him up in the morning, as much as it keeps him from enjoying anything enough to stay up.

He was always a little too thin, but he used to force himself to do things like eat and work enough to survive. Mostly because to sleep means to not have headaches, and to not have headaches means to eat well enough, and to eat well enough means to have food, and to have food means to have money from a job.

But it's not as if he was all too desperate to sleep, anyway. His dreams have stayed the same for years. They're more eventful and colorful than bland reality, but it's a mix of the same thing every day. Staring at the swirling kaleidoscope of his dreams is exactly like observing the same beige ceiling for hours on end, until it all mixes together into the same shade of empty grey.

It probably doesn't help Sunny's mood that he thinks dramatic things like the previous point, just to pass time.

He only got worse once he was forced to move into one of those really bad apartments. You know the ones, with the rusted metal stairs nobody wants to risk their life on, and practically no privacy with four-to-five thin-walled neighboring rooms, and bad heating in one corner of the apartment. But it was cheap. Too bad he had to go up and down the stairs all the time.

He didn't have a problem with them when he just moved in. Generally, the most he notices is starting at the top, teleporting to the bottom, and a slight shaking of his hands that he barely glances at with empty curiosity.

As it is, some part of him knew this was going to happen. That he'd have one of those terribly introspective weeks, when he just so happens to have his new job with a boss ready to fire him and his sullen face and poor (somehow complete neutrality is offensive) attitude. He's emotionally vulnerable, and the memories on top of the stairs are devastating.

A week goes by. He's fired. He doesn't look for another job. He hasn't gone for groceries in a while. He's exhausted.

He was waiting for death, he guesses. He still wants, still feels that urge in the buzzing of his fingertips, the ghost of movement from his limbs, the phantom shiver in his back - the intent of every muscle in his body one after the other pleading with him to move, but never all at once - and Sunny laments that the human body is pretty stupid. Moving wont help. What would he do, make the end come quicker? He's already thrown away too many chances for that.

He'll stop wanting once he's gone. That's what happens when you get what you want, right?

His landlord finds him. He forgot the rent. He's taken to the hospital. Ugh.

Present:

Sunny is stunted and underweight. He wears baggy shirts stuffed into slightly less baggy hoodies, and sweats. Warmth. He couldn't find his hoodie after they took it off to put in an IV on his first trip to the hospital.

Usually nurses do things like bring food to patients, but Sunny only ever interacts with Hero and Hero wants to make sure Sunny is okay anyway. Not that it's much easier for Hero to encourage Sunny to eat.

Sunny stresses Hero the hell out. But Hero kinda missed Sunny, and his depressing and concerning reappearance brings with it a deadpan, world-weary, often childish humor that fails to take anything seriously when everything in Sunny's situation should be taken seriously. It's as much a relief as it is incredibly frustrating. Some days Hero loves it. Some days it makes him angry. Some days it makes him want to cry.

I tried doing research into the conduct Hero should display regarding patients/clients in general but it just. Any professionalism quickly devolves between him and Sunny.

As in, at one point, him and Sunny were whaling on each other about having no lives. Hero felt really bad afterwards; he had no idea what came over him. It was a great way for both of them to let out some hidden frustration, though, and they turned out fine afterwards. They even lowkey pick on each other every now and again.

Sometimes one or the other gets a bit too accurate in their teasing, however.

Psychiatrists are supposed to be able to understand, diagnose, and treat mental, emotional and behavioral disorders. So, if Hero were a completely capable psychiatrist, which he is, he wouldn't break down in front of his client. But Hero's late teenage years are wrought with so much grief and trauma, so to see Sunny and not just another client in this state is.. something i imagine he'd break down about eventually. There's also the fact that Sunny is mostly closed off to any help, which only makes things harder.

Hero is trying his best, but after years of never understanding why Mari died, years of thinking and wondering and second-guessing himself, years of guilt after never visiting Basil before he died, years of doing what he was told was "best" yet failing in what's most important to him (his friends) - his best never feels good enough around Sunny. It feels too little, too late. For this reason, and possibly because even if Hero were able to keep himself together he may just not be the right psychiatrist for Sunny, it would be better for him to find another psychiatrist for Sunny. He won't, though.

Hero really needs some time to himself to just think, or perhaps he needs someone else to talk to. Kel is nice, but Aubrey would have better experience handling emotions.

I have a very limited idea of what Aubrey and Kel are doing. Aubrey is a childcare instructor to parents and works in child services. She has studied child psychology. She has studied how childhood affects adulthood. Kel's off trying to make a name in basketball while giving kids high fives and heartfelt support.

Hero, in fact, does not like to be called Dr. Hero, but his shyness (feeling of unworthiness) about it only endears everyone to call him that more. He tells the kids that everyone calls him Hero, but the adults merely find out from the other doctors and nurses. Hero tried introducing himself as Henry to the other doctors, but Kel told them his nickname, and it stuck for obvious reasons.

Sometimes, on days when Hero has to wear his lab coat, he ties it around his neck like a cape. The kids like it, say it makes him look like a superHero.

Hero doesn't really cook. His schedule is always too busy to make anything that isn't quick. But he does eventually figure out that cooking for Sunny is the best way to entice him to eat, so when he makes something, he makes enough for both of them. They eat together.

Hero had to gather Sunny's change of clothes from his apartment when he found out that the reason Sunny has been in the same clothes for the last week is because he's had no one to visit him. Not even his mother. Why?

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p - vet!jongho × vet!reader

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c - jongho tries to prove that the cat loves him more than it loves you but him cheating just led to much desired but unexpected situations.

a.n - hello im back to make @closer-stars suffer with another jongho writing! not too sure if you would like the vet au but cats! so kdksksk hope you like it bebs <3

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"Siru loves me more and I am going to prove it to you today," Jongho stated confidently but him sneaking her favourite salmon jerky into the front pockets of his white coat says otherwise. You pretend you don't see anything, just giving him a light shrug and a smile that Jongho can only describe as an I-would-love-to-see-you-try-for-the-umpteenth-time smile.

It's always less talk and more action when it comes to Jongho so he doesn't even bother whining about you doubting Siru's love for him. He pushes through the door to the back where Siru is resting along with the other pets in the clinic, the salmon jerky still in his pocket (of course). You quickly follow right after, not wanting to miss even a second of what was about to come. You usually wouldn't ever dream of him doing it but it's inevitable if he really wants to fight for Siru's attention.

"Siru~" Jongho cooes just like every other overly affectionate pet owner in the world. Oh yes, Jongho's pet owner voice has finally made its debut. You won't even tell him how many times you have overheard him practicing it in the exam room when he assumed you were busy attending to other animals in the other exam room. It definitely sounds much more natural now, maybe because he's actually saying it to an actual cat rather than to the canine skeleton model in his exam room.

"Siru, come here." Jongho's so determined he even included a meow between his words. You stifle a laugh as you watch him from behind. Everything you were witnessing now was ridiculous, ridiculously adorable.

The tortoiseshell seemed to have picked up the scent of her favourite treat because you see her sniffing in the direction of Jongho's pocket, her eyes fixed on it rather than Jongho's face. If he was able to get her out of her cage, even by baiting her like this, you would still acknowledge his victory. It would still be an improvement from before when she wouldn't even move a step closer to him. A small win is still a win.

Unfortunately, Jongho completely messes up when he goes on to say: "It's time for your daily check-up, baby." Yeah....using the word "baby" here wasn't going to work if the three prohibited words in the cat's dictionary was also included in the same sentence. With that, Siru folds her ears back down and immediately goes to hide in the corner of her cage.

"Great! Another free cup of coffee for me!" You chirped as you moved forward to give him a pat on his shoulder.

Jongho sighs in defeat, his shoulders slumping over. "Maybe I should have just been an ordinary doctor for humans. I still don't understand how to get the pets to warm up to me."

"Hey, that was a pretty close attempt," you comforted him. "You just need a little more practice, can't really blame you when you spend more time operating on them rather than interacting when they're conscious."

"But-"Jongho straightens his back so fast you almost lose your balance due to the shock-"I know a trick ninety-nine point nine percent of animals can't resist." He shoots you a mischievous glance and a smirk as he pulls out his 'secret' weapon, which did indeed catch Siru's attention.

Siru was already near the entrance of the cage when your competitiveness takes over you. Your first instinct was to create a distance between the two of them, and maybe you could blame it on your frequent fantasies in doing so, but your arms naturally went around his waist as you pulled him away, you now behind him once again.

"You think I didn't notice? You cheater!" You unintentionally gave him a tight squeeze as you tried to snatch the treat out of his hand and Jongho feels like you had just snatched his breath away, literally and figuratively.

"U-uh...that's a tad too tight, my dear." Jongho regrets almost instantly for saying that right now. It was not unusual for him to use it on you but using it in this situation was probably not the best idea; misunderstandings may arise.

If anyone ever asks you for an instance where your competitiveness takes over you, you're going to use this as an example because you didn't even notice the position the both of you were in until Jongho had said that. "Oh shit, sorry." You tried to take a step back and away from your colleague but it seems like the universe has other plans for the both of you because you trip over Jongho's foot in the process.

You would like to thank his quick reflexes in grabbing your arms — that were pretty much still around him — and reeling you back in, otherwise you would have crashed into the cages behind you, giving the other animals an extremely unpleasant wake-up call. But you also hate it, because now the both of you are closer than before, one cheek squished against his back and his hands firmly holding onto yours, the both of you frozen on the spot. How were you supposed to act in a situation like this?

You were the first one to break the awkward but somehow comforting silence, clearing your throat and redirecting the both of you back to the real reason you two were in here for — Siru.

"Oh yeah, Siru..."

"I'll get her," you said, pulling away cautiously this time to avoid the same situation from happening again. Jongho fingers lingers on your arms as you do just in case he needs to catch you again.

"Okay, I'll go get prepared."

"Thanks." Jongho nods in acknowledgement and heads straight towards the door, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. His heart was pumping dangerously fast, it couldn't be healthy to let it continue that way for any longer.

Jongho was just about to close the door behind him, so he could wipe away the cold sweat that was starting to drip down his warm face, when you called out to him. He can barely breathe all because of you.

"We should talk about it after work." You notice the slight confusion in his face, and though you know he's quick-witted enough to figure out what you mean, you don't want to leave any chances of him misunderstanding. "About us, I mean. But also I mean even if you have nothing to say to me, I have lots of things to tell you. So, please?"

"Sure, we can talk about us."