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rewatched the last steven bomb and am still obsessed with baby steven :P I want an interaction between baby steven and peri :P

so i’ll draw it (or maybe i missed it in the actual show)

First post ever. Thought I’d immediately start with the most embarrassing old art I could find. This is an old DnD OC redrawn. Left one is from around 2020. Needless to say I’ve improved.

u can run but u can hide

cw. ghostface!suna x fem!reader, pet names, smut, little non-con if u pay attention, established relationship at the end, english isn’t my first language.

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It was close to 10 p.m. when I went down to the kitchen to make some popcorn. My parents went on a trip and left me home alone. It was common for nights like this to happen, as they always traveled for work.

I put the butter and corn in the popcorn maker and turned on the stove at the same time as the landline in the living room started ringing. The phone was maintained by my parents' work, because let's face it, nobody still uses a landline these days.

“Hello?”

“Hello, who is it?” a thick voice asked on the other end of the line.

“Who are you trying to reach?”

“What number is this?”

“What number are you trying to reach?” I replied.

“I don't know.”

“Well, I think you have the wrong number, then” I spoke simplistically.

“Do I?”

“Yeah, it happens.” I shrugged, even though the person couldn't see me, and hung up the phone without waiting for an answer. I turned to go back into the kitchen when the phone rang again.

“Yeah, I guess I really did call the wrong number.” It was the same voice.

“So why did you call again?” I asked, with a laugh.

“To apologize.”

“You're forgiven. Bye.”

“Wait, don't hang up!” The person exclaimed.

“Huh? Why not?”

“I want to talk to you for a minute.”

“Well, you have plenty of other numbers for that.” I said with a smile, hanging up the phone.

The popcorn had left a delicious aroma in the kitchen and my mouth was already watering. I was stirring the popcorn popper, waiting for the corn to stop popping, when my cell phone rang. It was a private number, so I had no idea who it was, but I answered anyway.

“Hello?” I asked as I looked for a bowl to put my popcorn in.

“Why don't you want to talk to me?”

“Okay, who is it?”

“Tell me your name and I'll tell you mine.”

“Um, no, I don't think so.” I rested my cell phone on my neck to get the popcorn out of the pot.

“What's that noise?”

“Popcorn.”

“Um, I only eat popcorn at the movies.”

“Well, I'm going to watch a movie now.”

“Yeah? What movie?”

“Oh it's just some scary movie.”

“A scary movie? Interesting” the person on the other end of the line paused and I could hear his heavy breathing “What's your favorite scary movie?”

“Oh, I don't know...” I pondered a bit, leaning on the kitchen counter, popping some popcorn in my mouth “I think… Scream.”

“It's the one with the masked killer, isn't it?”

I mumbled an "uh-huh", wanting to end the conversation

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” The person asks.

“Why? Do you want to ask me out on a date?” I asked mischievously, with a laugh.

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Mm, no.”

“You never told me your name.”

“Why do you wanna know my name?”

“‘Cause I wanna know who I’m looking at.” the person stopped talking and I remained silent, a shiver ran through my body and the joke was no longer funny. “Are you used to being alone at home, y/n?”

“Who's talking?” I asked seriously this time.

“Calm down, there's no need to get nervous” the person spoke with an annoying calmness “You see, it's important to lock all the doors when you're home alone, especially at this time of night. Are you sure everything is locked, y/n?”

“It's not funny anymore. You know I can call the police if you carry on with this silly little game, don't you?” I checked the front door and the door to the living room that led to the garden and both were locked.

“Yeah? And what would you say to the police? Although... I don't think it's a good idea to call the police, sweetheart, especially given the clothes you're wearing, right? You know how disgusting these guys can be.”

I swallowed, going up to the second floor.

“And what am I wearing?” I asked. It was probably just some weirdo trying to prank and scare me. From school, maybe. But even so, I checked the glass doors leading to the balcony, just to be sure.

“Um, let's see... You're wearing a black tank top, and apparently you're not wearing a bra since your nipples are marked on the fabric, and a... what is that? A pair of panties? Shorts? I can't tell the difference, but it's short, black and has a kitten print.” My heart was pounding out of my chest and I wouldn't be surprised if it jumped out “You're quite a sight, y/n.”

“Right, end of joke. I'll call the police.” I ended the call and went to my room. Of course I wouldn't call the police for that.

A cold wind blew in through the open window, chilling my bare legs. I hurried to close it and locked it out of conscience just as I heard a noise in the hallway, only to stick my head out and see nothing. I jumped with a gasp when my cell phone rang again, but fortunately, this time it was my mother.

“Hi babygirl, how are you?” she asked softly and I relaxed at hearing her voice.

“Hey, Mom! I’m okay, how are you?” I lied, I wasn't going to worry my parents on account of some unoccupied weirdo.

“We're fine!” I heard my father shouting "I love you, baby!" in the background and my mother's laughter “I called to see if everything was okay, you're not scared, are you?”

I laughed nervously “Of course not! I'm a big girl, I can stay at home on my own!”

“Huuumm okay, Mrs. Grown-up” we laughed “Make sure you go to sleep soon, huh? Don't stay up till dawn.”

“Yes, ma'am!” We laughed some more and said goodbye.

I was able to relax a bit more and went down to the kitchen to get my popcorn. I went upstairs and turned off the downstairs lights that were on and returned to my room, putting the movie on the TV and lying down on the bed.

[…]

I was almost halfway through the movie, about forty minutes in, when I heard a noise, a kind of thump. I instantly remembered the phone call from earlier, which had really scared me. I decided to ignore it, it must have been the wind knocking something over in the garden or something. I played the movie and snuggled into bed, my popcorn bucket long since empty. But, as my peace wasn't lasting long tonight, I began to hear heavy footsteps in the hallway. I stopped the movie immediately. I tried to convince myself that it was nerves about the phone call that must have been in my head, or even the influence of the movie, but it was too real to be in my head. The footsteps were firm, they didn't seem to want to go unnoticed. A thick, loud voice said "toc, toc" followed by two knocks on my door. I froze, paralyzed on the bed.

“Cat got your tongue, y/n?” it was the same voice from the phone, I knew for sure.

“What are you doing in my house?! How did you get in here?” I asked nervously.

“Come on, I told you it was dangerous to leave the doors unlocked, didn't I?” the guy said, in the same calm, irritating tone of voice.

“Everything was locked, you weirdo!”

“Are you sure?” the door handle began to turn slowly and my body moved on its own towards the closet.

I hid among my clothes, crouching on the floor. I was panting and shaking, tears in the corners of my eyes. I heard the door creak open and footsteps entered my room. I mentally cursed myself when I realized that I had left my cell phone on the bed. Now would be a good time to call the police.

“Do you want to play hide and seek?” he said, laughing before continuing: “All right, it's more interesting that way.”

I heard him open the door to my bathroom and I could see when he turned the light on through the crack in the door. I also heard him open the drawer of my dressing table and play the movie on the television, even though he had turned the volume down.

My heart was pounding loudly and I was afraid he could hear it, so I put my hand over my mouth to stop my panting coming out too loud. I watched as he opened the closet door. He was a tall guy. All black pants, shirt and boots and a white ghost mask preventing me from seeing his face. The fucking ghostface. He rummaged through some hangers, making space between the clothes. My heart beat even faster, he'll find me. He'll find me!

“Boo!” he made space at once between the clothes covering me, a sadistic laugh coming from beneath his mask.

[…]

“What do you want?” I asked in a tearful voice, sniffling.

He laughed: “Let's watch the movie.”

What?!

I looked at him paralyzed, still crouched on the floor of my closet, and he left, sitting on my bed.

“Aren't you coming?” he turned to me, as if waiting for me. I got up from the floor, walking slowly over to him and sitting on the bed on top of my legs. He shook his head in denial, clicking his tongue. “Come here, sit down.” he patted his own lap.

I swallowed and looked at him incredulously, even though I couldn't see his face. I stood up and faced him. With surprising speed, he turned me onto my back and whispered against the back of my neck: “Do you know what a safe word is, y/n?” I nodded “Yours is mercy, you'll use it if you need to.”

His big an cold hands gripped my thighs firmly from behind.

“Bent forward and your head on the floor.” he ordered, his voice firm.

I did as he asked, sat on his lap, my clitoris almost brushing against his scratchy jeans, I was hanging off the bed, my torso stretched out and my face almost touching my white fur rug.

“What do we have here?” he said, and even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell he was smiling.

He pulled my pajama shorts aside, the chilly air in the room making my pussy clench around nothing, since I wasn't wearing any panties. He ran one of his fingers between my outer lips, realizing right there that I was wet.

“Did the fright I gave you make you wet, sweetheart? What a pervert...” he pulled my shorts down my legs with a little difficulty due to the position, hooking my ankles around his waist.

His hands roamed up and down my thighs, his thumbs hooking into the curve of my ass. I was all open for him, open and dripping.

“So pretty, babe” his voice was nothing more than a whisper, followed by a slap on my ass. It burned.

One more.

One more.

One more.

My thighs trembled from the slaps and my pussy throbbed and ached from lack of stimulation. I moved my hips down, my clitoris rubbing against his jeans, and I let out a louder moan than I expected.

“Owwn” he laughed “Does that pussy need something, pretty girl?”

I gasped when his icy thumb brushed under my clitoris.

“Come on, beautiful, I asked you a question. Don't be rude.”

“I...” I was dizzy. Maybe because I was horny, maybe because of my position and my blood was rushing to my head. I was nothing but a mess.

“Looks like someone here likes to be scared” he laughed as he rubbed my swollen clit.

I moaned, unconsciously leaning towards him for more contact as his palm slapped my pussy, the pain reverberating throughout my body. He slapped my ass again, my skin was hot and burning.

“Your pussy looks even prettier when your ass is red, that’s funny” but his tone had no humor in it.

When the seventh slap came, I let out a yelp, scrambling to my feet in a failed attempt to ward off the pain burning my skin. He laughed at my attitude, stroking my burning ass. Each time he slammed into me, the momentum pushed me further and further down, rubbing my clit against his jeans, which were probably already stained with my lubrication. Those flashes of pleasure were what kept me there, the pain and pleasure turning me on even more.

“Come on, babe, do you want to cum already?” he asked in a whisper, leaning down.

I turned my crying face to the side, trying to see his figure: “Yes! I... Please!” I was nothing but a humiliating mess who just wanted some relief.

“Very well, then” he pulled my torso to himself, my back against his hard and warm chest, my battered ass pinching under his scratchy jeans.

“You okay, babe? Do you want to use your word?” he asked, his hot breath hitting my cheek. I denied it. He smiled. “That's my good girl.”

He laid me on the bed, my back on the mattress, while he lay on top of me. He ripped off my top with ease, my nipples erect from arousal and the chilly air in the room welcoming them. He tugged on my right nipple with his forefinger and thumb, twisting it and pulling it upwards, eliciting a moan from me. He left a kiss on my belly and started to undress, without taking off his mask yet. His chest was white and toned, with a few spots here and there, as were his thighs. His cock wasn't thick, but it was long and slightly curved upwards. The little pink head was leaking pre-cum and had a prominent vein at the base. I sighed at the sight.

“Enjoying the view, doll?” he asked, head tilted to the side, sliding his right hand in a slow masturbation. I tipped my head back, biting my lip with a stifled laugh. You bet I am. “Come here, sweetheart.”

He said slyly, pulling me up by my ankles and slowly inserting his cock into my needy pussy.

“Oh fuck” I moaned, sinking my head into the sheets. My insides trembled around his cock, feeling full. He sighed heavily above me, muffled by the mask.

He moved his hips back, taking his cock out completely, to shove it in again with force. He did this a few times before he started thrusting hard. I moaned loudly, too sensitive. My pussy was squeezing his hard cock and my clit was throbbing, my ass was burning against the sheets. I brought two fingers to my clit to stimulate it, but they were soon removed and replaced by his.

He rubbed my swollen spot hard with his thumb while I squeezed my nipples. The familiar pressure felt extremely good from my womb.

“Fuck, I'm going to cum!” I exclaimed as I felt my orgasm coming, and he increased the pace of his thrusts, driving deep into my pussy.

My legs trembled as the orgasm hit me and I opened my mouth in a silent moan. He penetrated me a few more times, prolonging my orgasm as he deposited his hot cum inside me.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed as he removed his mask, kissing me for the first time that night, a delicate kiss. I laughed against his lips. “You perverted little thing!” he laughed, slapping my sensitive ass, not so hard this time.

“Rin, babe! That was awesome!” I kissed him with so much love.

“You naughty naughty girl!” he laughed, biting my lower lip as he pushed his oozing cum back into my pussy.

“Yeah and you like it!”

Well, let's see what a coincidence. The weirdo Mr. Ghostface who broke into my house and fucked me happened to be my boyfriend, Suna. He and I always like to do something different when it comes to sex from time to time, and knowing that his naughty girlfriend was a little scared and horny about ghostface and that she'd be home alone all night, he wanted to surprise me. Besides, I would recognize my boyfriend's voice on the phone, which only increased my anxiety and excitement about what he would do that night. And what a good surprise it was!

can i change the world?

The fact I’m a child concerns me. I'm fifteen as of now. I'm impulsive and make stupid decisions with those impulses. My voice sometimes increases to the point where my throat hurts with how high-pitched I'm talking and other times it's so monotone my head starts to hurt. I'm still figuring out life while others are far beyond me with knowledge. I think I know better and the world somewhat revolves around me and, as I'm writing this, it proves I still think that. The point I'm trying to make is I can't change the world. 

I could be like Gretta Thunberg who's changing the world one speech at a time. But the problem is I'm not. Unlike her, I still feel like a child. A kid whos worried about what I'm going to wear tomorrow and spends an ungodly amount of time on her phone. I'm a Gen Z kid who relates too much with others yet not at all. A baby who hopes to be better. Better at being a kid or adult or better at just everything.

I can't make life-changing art even if I wanted to, having the power to move someone through paint or word seems too daunting. When I grow older I wish to have a stable job and even more stable relationships. And I get that will be weird to some that I don't want to be rich and famous, like many others, but the pressure of that lifestyle is not something I want to bear. I dont want to stand out, and if I can't stand out, how will I change the world? The simple fact is I won't. Won't even dent it. Not a scratch. I'm okay with this as a child you have to be. 

Knowing whatever you do now whether great or small will always be clouded with the knowledge you're a kid from others. Because I'm ‘good at that for a kid’ and ‘you'll be better when you're an adult. 

I won't make art that will change generations’ mindset and I can't fight wars or be a part of something big because I'm a child…

I feel like I'm making excuses. 

Could I change the world? 

Or fight wars?

Or sow that dress I want to?

Am I making excuses?

I won't ever know because ill lay in bed on my phone watching adults do just that.

the gambler and the runaway

jesper is known from gambling. it's not a secret that he's addicted. everyone knows that. he is known from being the best sharpshooter in ketterdam as well.

he alson is known from being always the happiest person in the room.

not everyone knows that is a lie.

well, jesper doen't think that someone besides kaz knows

and well, he kind of... doesn't care? it's his problem after all

jesper knows that kaz doesn't give a shit about his addiction

he thinks inej doesn't care

in fact he thinks no one cares about him — even his dad

he is dying like his mother did

but he's dying slowly

and then there is wylan

sweet wylan and jesper thinks that he never met someone that innocent while being one of the deadliest people

wylan cares and that's cute even when it's confusing jesper

sweet wylan who went through hell still has the good in his heart and it is the prettiest thing jesper had seen

jesper thinks he never loved someone in the way he loves wylan

he doesn't love wylan because he's rich and the most beautiful person

he loves wylan bc he cares about jesper when even jesper doesn't care about himself

so he tries his best but he knows wylan needs something more. wylan deserves the world and jesper isn't able to give him even a piece of what wylan deserved

so he had to leave

and he left (even though it hurt) bc he had to

jesper to the end of his life regreted it

he died at an early age, he was only 23

Bruce: “Please be reasonable, Vance!”😟

*Vance literally holding a guy at fucking knife point for calling Bruce a useless bitch for missing a home-run*

Vance: “…..Babe, I think I’m being VERY reasonable.”☺️🔪

To revive my account, here’s a miguel pic

Mama and Vance just dancin.

That’s it

I feel like people don’t realize that Bruce is taller than Vance sometimes-

Someone gimmie some brance/finbin head cannons because I need some happiness in my life

*Vance has the flu*

Vance: “I told you, I’m fucking fine alright?!”

Griffin: “I don’t think you’re ok...😕”

Robin: “Yeah, you look worse than when you’re not sick-”

Billy: “You need to go lay down.”

Vance: “I’m not a bitch, I’m FINE-😡”

Bruce: *Walking towards them* “Hey guys!😁”

Finney: “Hey Bru-”

*Vance pushes Finney out the way and clings onto Bruce from behind*

Vance: “Bruceeeee, I’m sickkkkkk…Take me home.😭”

Bruce was about to lose it…and he did

This fic is long as shit btw🤭

TW: F SLUR AND HOMOPHOBIA

(I am part of the LGBTQ+ and at the time, it was common. Still doesn’t make it right at ALL)

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Bruce was never a fighter. Even if he got pissed off, he never threw a punch. It was never in his nature to fight unless absolutely needed.

And what made it even more ironic is that he is dating Vance hopper…

“Vance (I will beat the fuck outta you for messing up my game) hopper”

No one knew that they were dating except their parents but Bruce decided to be publicly out as Bi. His parents took a little time but they were supportive of him. But they were a little worried because it was Vance he was dating but they still loved him.

His little sister and Vance actually got along well so she thinks he’s a great guy.

But the town definitely didn’t like it when they found out about Bruce…

True he lost a bit of respect from some of the boys on his team and girls tried to say that they could change him and shit but that didn’t stop him from being himself.

Vance was always teasing him for being too soft on people and how he is a golden boy all the time.

(And that’s why he loves him)

But today wasn’t Bruce’s day.

He woke up 35 minutes late,

he spilt milk on his outfit trying to make cereal so he had to go change into something else,

he had to bike to his school so he was smelling like sweat, and worse of all…during the whole school time, He didn’t get to see Vance at all.

Bruce was about to lose it with each passing second of the day. Once school was over, he decided to ride his bike to Grab’n’go for some snacks and a drink.

Something to be happy about during this shitty day.

Bruce got himself some Skittles and a orange Fanta. As Bruce started to walk out the shop , he was already starting to feel a bit better about it.

But of course, life isn’t that easy is it?

Guy 1: “Hey guys look, it’s that fairy.”

Bruce: (Shit…Not them. ANYONE but them.)

Guy 2: *laughs like the idiot he is* “yeah you’re right”

Guy 1: “Hey Bruceyyy”

Bruce: “Please don’t start this…I’m NOT in the mood for your games.”

Bruce tries to walk to get his bike but they kept following him. He was starting to lose it.

Guy 1: Awww why?? You’re going to see your fairy boyfriend??

Bruce: (I have to stay calm…)

Bruce tries to get to his bike faster but they were right behind him.

Guy 2: “Or maybe he’s going to go see his little fairy friends”

Bruce: (I HAVE TO STAY CALM)

Bruce felt a hand grab his shoulder and pushed him forward.

Guy 1: “Or maybe he has no one because he’s just a…little…Faggot.”

Something snapped in Bruce and before he even registered what he was doing, he turned around and flew his fist into guy 1’s nose.

*CRACK*

The guy fell backwards at the punch and guy 2 caught him. The guy’s nose started to bleed and it was bleeding a lot. He looked at Bruce with angry eyes and gritted teeth.

Guy 1: “YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT YOU FUCKING QUEER”

The two guys got up and started to sprint towards Bruce.

Before Bruce even processed what was going on at the moment, he started to swing at whoever was near him.

He managed to punch the other one in the face until guy 1 kicked Bruce in the stomach. Bruce bent forward and the two guys started to kick and punch him on his body.

They were kicking him mostly on the ribs.

One of them punched his nose and Bruce felt the bone crack.

It hurts. It hurts him so much, but he sees a opening to grab his arm.

So Bruce takes it. He grabbed guy 1’s arm and punched his elbow up.

*SNAP*

He heard the snap of the arm and the scream of pain that the guy let out as he fell to the ground.

That made the other guy stop in his tracks, looking at the guy’s arm in shock.

But Bruce didn’t stop.

Bruce grabbed guy 2’s head and gave a hard punch to his face. The guy stumbles back and starts to run away. A crowd was forming around them but all Bruce could think about was how angry he was at that moment.

Bruce got on top of the guy who was still sitting there in pain and just started to punch the shit out of his face while the guy was crying more and started to plead for him to stop. Each punch was like a weight lifted off of him.

Bruce would usually feel bad for this, but he didn’t. He felt better than before and that was a good feeling for him.

But that feeling didn’t last because the pain started to kick in and it kicked in HARD.

As Bruce started to sprint away from the store, the pain he felt was getting worse and worse by the second.

He’ll get his bike later.

Once Bruce arrived at his house, he checked the garage to see if his family was there. Thankfully they weren’t there.

As Bruce stumbles to his bathroom, he just slid down the wall and just cried. He was in too much pain to clean himself up.

He hated it. He hated how he wasn’t normal. He hated how he lost some of his friends. He hates how he was a push-over. He hated how he lost respect. He hated how much pain he was in. He hated it.

As Bruce just cries his pain away, he heard a bang on his door.

*BANG, BANG, BANG*

What if it was the police? What if it was the guys and their parents waiting outside?

Whatever it was, Bruce was scared. He slowly got up and started to walk towards the front door of his house.

*BANG,BANG,BANG,BANG,BANG*

The banging started again but louder.

Bruce: “ALRIGHT, I GET IT-”

When Bruce opened the door, he saw Vance standing there. Vance’s face turned from annoyance to shock and worry.

Vance: “What the hell?…”

Vance cupped Bruce’s face softly while he walked inside and shut the door with his foot.

As Vance held Bruce’s face with shaky hands , Bruce started to feel his eyes start to water again.

He felt heartbroken that his boyfriend had to see him like this.

Vance: “Holy fuck, Bruce! I heard the rumors but I didn’t believe them! Babe, what happened?!”

Bruce couldn’t hold it in.

He couldn’t stop himself from crying and stuttering as he tried to say what happened.

Bruce: “I-I couldn’t…I t-tried to walk away…”

Bruce couldn’t say anything from his sobs. His lungs burning from the crying before.

Vance: “Shhh…It’s ok..it’s ok..”

Vance wasn’t much of a hugger but he knew Bruce needed one.

Vance gave Bruce a big bear hug and slowly rubbed his back as he heard his sobs starting to go away and his breathing slowly go to normal.

Vance: “Let’s go clean you up…you look like shit”

Vance took Bruce’s bloody hands and walked him upstairs to his bedroom.

Bruce: “Vance, you don’t have t-”

Vance: “Shut up and sit down.”

Vance made his sit on the bed just like how Bruce does to him. Vance already knew where the supplies were since Bruce takes care of him a lot.

Vance: “You might feel a little sting.”

Bruce: “I play baseball, I’m pretty sure I know how it works”

Bruce let out a hiss of pain as Vance brought a disinfectant wipe to his knuckles. He definitely felt worse at his ribs but it still stung.

Vance started to bandage his knuckles and the uncomfortable silence was loud. Bruce knew he had to say something.

Bruce: “…Some guys were calling me some shit.”

Vance: “What did they say?”

Bruce: “…They were calling me fag and shit like that. Saying that I had no one and shit.”

As those words left his mouth, he felt the aura shift as Vance gave a angered look at Bruce.

He knew the anger wasn’t towards him but it was still scary as shit-

Vance: “Those fuckers don’t know what the hell they’re talking about. They are just a bunch of bastards that think it’s cool to bully you all because you’re Bi.”

Bruce let out a little chuckle as Vance started to wipe his face.

Vance knew that Bruce’s nose was probably broken but all he could do was clean and bandage.

After Vance was done wiping Bruce’s face, he motioned for him to lift his shirt to clean the scar that was showing a bit over the neck drop.

As Bruce lifted his shirt, he saw a shocked face from Vance and that encouraged him to look down himself to see if it got worse.

It in fact, did get worse.

The bruises were more visible as they started to darken on his skin. The scar was there but the bruises were worse.

Bruce stared at Vance and saw anger and sadness in his face. He tried to put on a poker face but it didn’t work.

Vance whispered to himself.

Vance: “Those sons of bitches are fucking dead…”

Bruce knew that they were in deep shit but he didn’t care at the moment. All he cares about is Vance. He felt Vance wipe the scar on his chest and it didn’t hurt as much as the first wipe.

Once Vance was done patching Bruce up, he lays down and gestured for Bruce to lay down with him. As Bruce was resting on top of him, Vance was rubbing his back and put little kisses on his forehead. And for the first time that day, Bruce felt happy.

He loved how Vance would give him forehead kisses to make him feel better.

Even if Bruce was a bit taller than him, It was like little fireworks each time his lips made contact with his skin. He felt safe in Vance’s arms and felt like all of his problems were floating away with each peck.

Vance: “You don’t let what those shitheads said get to you. You are nothing like what they said you are. You are smart, talented,hot, and you are a good guy. And if they can’t see it. It’s their loss.”

Bruce felt calm as sleepiness washed over him. As Bruce starts to go to sleep, the last thing he heard was a muffled sentence.

Vance: “I love you…”

Bruce smiles as he falls asleep.

( I love you too…💚)

*A week later*

Vance and Bruce were walking together and just talking about their science project they have to do together.

Vance: “I didn’t understand jack-shit Mrs.Rockwell said about the assignment.”

Bruce: “That’s why I’m here to help you :)”

Bruce’s scars were healing nicely and the bruises already started to fade a bit. His nose was a bit broken but he was fine.

As they were walking, Bruce saw the two guys on the other side of the street. They both looked like shit. The guy’s arm was in a cast and his face was better but there were a few bruises here and there.

I guess Bruce was staring for too long because Vance looked up and saw them too. As Vance stared at the boys, his face of confusion slowly turned into realization at the situation.

Vance: “…Are they the fuckers who hurt you?”

Bruce: “Vance, let’s just go-”

Vance: “Bruce…Are those the fuckers who did it?”

Bruce: “…………….maybe?…Wait, hold up- VANCE!-”

But it was too late. Vance was already storming towards them. Fists balled up tightly as his face turned into pure rage.

Well this will go great, won’t it-

Vance: “HEY SHITHEADS!!”

Guy 1: “What now-”

Vance didn’t give him time to ready himself before he punched one of them in the face.

As Vance was beating them up, Bruce was just watching it all unfold. He would usually try to pry Vance off but he didn’t want to.

Vance: “AND IF YOU EVER TOUCH BRUCE AGAIN, I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

After Vance was done BRUTALLY beating the shit out of them, someone threatened to call the cops and Bruce didn’t want to get in trouble again so with out thinking, he grabbed Vance’s hand and sprinted away.

They went into a nearby alley way and hid there while both of the boys were gasping for air.

Bruce turned to look at Vance with the most upset face he tried to make as he was catching his breath.

Bruce: “WE COULD GET ARRESTED NOW VANCE!- AND I AM NOT GONNA GET IN TROUBLE WITH MY MOM AGAIN…”

Vance: “Yeah but they deserved it so I see it as a positive.”

As Bruce and Vance were catching their breath in the alley way, without thinking Bruce held Vance’s waist and pulled him into a gentle kiss. It was a soft gesture that was also passionate in a loving way.

After they parted, Vance started to kiss his face and give little pecks on his neck with a small smile that Bruce could feel with each small kiss.

There was only one thing going through Bruce’s mind as he was holding Vance in his arms.

(How could I ever deserve you?💚)

THIS TOOK ME TOO LONG BUT GOD DAMNIT I DID IT.🫶🏾🧍🏾🥺🤭😭✨ PLS ENJOY IT!!!

Since no one will do it, I will.

I imagine that Bruce would take care of Vance’s wounds each time he would get in a fight.

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Bruce would be biking home from a great baseball practice and then he would see Vance walking towards him with cuts and bruises on his hands and body. Bruce could see a big bruise on his cheek and bloody cuts on Vance’s hands. Even though Bruce thinks his boyfriend is always handsome, it wasn’t a great sight to see.

V: “. . .”

B: “. . .”

V: “. . . Hey Bruce . . . Soooooo.”

B: *the most tired sigh you’ll ever hear* “C’mon V, let’s patch you up.”

When they get to Bruce’s room, Bruce already had supplies for Vance because of how many times it has happened before. Bruce made Vance sit on his bed while he patched him up and Vance would start to rant to Bruce about the fight he was in and how he beat the shit outta the guy because he bumped into his pinball machine when he was so close to beating his high score. Bruce just listened to his boyfriend talk while cleaning his knuckles that were bloody. He didn’t want to know who’s blood it was though.

Bruce knew his boyfriend was strong. He always heard about what Vance has done over the years and how he get’s arrested almost every time he goes to Grab’n’go . Even with that knowledge, Bruce always worries about him. Always wondering what if he doesn’t win the next one…

V: “Hey Bruce?? You fuckin listening or what??”

B: (Shit, I zoned out)

Bruce looks up at him and sees the confused face his boyfriend makes. He also thinks he sees a bit of worry in that face as well. Bruce sighs as he starts to put the bandage on Vance’s knuckles

B: “Listen, I know you beat him up but…please be more careful.”

V: “I can take care of my damn self. You don’t need to act like a mom or some shit.”

B: “Please be more careful…For me?”

V: “But-“

B: “Please…”

V: “…Fine- I’ll try to be more careful.”

B: “Thank you V.”

Bruce gave Vance a lil peck on the corner of his mouth while he finished patching Vance up.

B: “I rented The Shining and got some more popcorn from the store. We can watch it together while my parents are out?”

V: “I mean, sure. You can hold on to me when you get too scared.~”

Vance puts on a smirk that makes Bruce feel butterflies in his stomach. (Damn he’s beautiful.) Bruce laughs as he got up to make the popcorn.

B: “Of course I would, Babe”

When bruce comes back with the popcorn, they get comfy and started the movie. During the movie, Vance was laying the back of his head on Bruce’s chest while Bruce slowly massaged his head. Vance felt like he needed to say something. Anything at all.

V: “Thank you…”

B: *chuckles* “For what?”

V: “For dealing with a piece of shit like me…”

B: “Well, thank YOU for letting me”

Vance laughs at that just as a jump-scare popped up and Bruce jumped at it, grabbing Vance’s hand out of reflex. Vance grabs back and kissed the top of Bruce’s hand. Bruce gave him a heartwarming smile and went back to watching the movie.

The whole time Vance was thinking to himself

(How could I ever deserve you❤️)

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{ I did it😭• Pls be nice to me since this is my first fic🤞🏾🧍🏾‍♀️}

Gimmie some Brance/Finbin shit to like because goddamnit I NEED it 😌❤️✨